#i was there too late last night hhh | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

antidesire · 1 year

Text

2:32 antidesire

bodyguard!leon x afab socialite!reader

disclaimer.. 18+ only. knifeplay, blood, licking.. blood mentions/paranoia of drugging but i promise no drugging happens. brat reader, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, fucking against a wall? in an alley? don’t pay too close attention to the lore i try and establish please hhh it’s so jumbled + i wrote this when it was super late and i haven’t double checked everything.. heh. cr to original owners of the pictures. reblogging, interacting and sending feedback is always much appreciated !! ♡

you had been to hell and back, seen the strongest of men turn into frail cowering children, knees buckled by utter fear as the flesh was torn from their bones by the rotting dead that kept walking.

raccoon city should've been your end of the line, dying alongside your prestigious family. onlookers of the media at the time treated it as a miracle but you saw it as it was, cruel, how do they expect one person to keep up appearances and high morals being the last standing of your perished family line? it was so tiring..

one man you had met those faithful 6 years ago had saved your life, leon s kennedy, just a rookie cop at the time- not only once had he saved your life but then a further time, putting his own life on the line with an agreement to become an agent and vouch that you and himself would stay silent about raccoon city upon taking this deal and if all else fails, he would be executed with you.

things had gone well for a good chunk of time, give or take about 4 years but word had gotten back to some more important people that you were quite the partygoer and quite the gossip when intoxicated, not a swell combination for your dangerous predicament and prying ears.

thus much to your surprise you had been assigned a bodyguard, one to help keep your mouth shut for the sake of the government and for the sake of your own safety, unbeknownst of the length powerful people would go to for even a slither of knowledge on what you saw that hellish night.

to leon kennedy, this was one of his easier jobs, babysitting some rich bigwig? pft, he'd take that any day over undead corpses or diseased cultists.

when he was informed it was you he felt all the waves of emotions hit him in the face, that night whirling through his head like a fresh wound, seeping behind his eyes to remind him of the horrors he'd seen.

suddenly it was all the more serious now, this was your life and his own on the line.

at first, you had been ecstatic to reunite with leon once again, barely recognizing him when you first opened the door, what was once his youthful puppy-dog-like features had become much less soft, his brows had furrowed, jaw much sharper and his eyes looked much more sunken, what you remembered him as, a once fresh-faced young man, cute and hopeful as ever he had become much more hardened, though he had seemed to lose that glow, it was unmistakenly leon, long eyelashes, plump lips and that faint dimple indented into his chin. leon now exuded confidence to the point of cockiness. he was handsome, oh so very handsome and his physique was so firm, you had to many a time drag your attention away from his arms, you never knew you had such a thing for bulky arms until leon was around.

with leon around you weren't afraid to admit you were having the time of your life pushing the limits.

life for you had been a whirlwind, to the public (though things had much cooled off) that knew of your family business and prestige, they had been told lies, that you weren't even in the city with your family that disastrous night which is how you survived.

your days were the same, with countless 0's in your bank account and fake friends to encourage you, you spent most of your nights under those same electronic lights, the bass of the music booming in your chest and burning alcohol slipping down your throat.

maybe you had been a little oversharing with some locals, you didn't recall, far too heavy on the bottle of champagne some man would attempt to win you over with.

tonight was no different, other than the bar you were visiting- leon had convinced you that if you wanted to be drinking it could not be so locally anymore- and this time leon kennedy was in tow, your handsome chaperon, or more accurately, your muzzle from here on out.

“shall we make this fun?” you proposed to the man, “make up a story, maybe you’re my long lost lover? my secret affair? or do you want me to pretend i hate your guts, are you into that?” you giggled, amused at your own antics, seemingly only making leon chuff out a chuckle, arms folded over his chest with a solemn expression.

“mmh, what sucked the fun out of little leon, huh?” you jabbed your finger against his chest.

leon’s head titled at that, eyebrow raised and an expression that insinuated you knew exactly what happened after that night and why he consequently carried himself as such, so professional, or dull, that's what you'd call it.

with the sickly sweet aroma of your perfume in the air and the glistening twinkles of your outfit invading every ounce of his senses, the two of you walked one by one into the bar, quite the opulent one, hefty diamanté chandeliers alongside mirrors upon mirrors framed with the most delicate gold casings.

"y'know you're getting paid to live lavish right now, leon?" you cooed out, heels of your shoes tapping against the marble flooring, hearing his boots following behind.

"it's an easier job as an agent but i'm not being paid to indulge like you do." he corrected you, voice hushed with the assumption and guard that prying ears could never be far.

"am i boring you already, handsome?" you twirled around, the agent halting in his tracks, craning his head down to meet your gaze, eyes as big as cherry pies, tempting and permissive.

"i was hoping we could celebrate this reunion, despite circumstances." your hands reached up, flattening down the collars of his crisp grey dress shirt, the black blazer on top fit so snug on him, arms as though they were bulging or maybe your brain was just getting ahead of itself.

"with your mouth we're dead men walking, what's there to celebrate?" he referenced why he was called out here for you, breath hot, fresh from that pack of gum he stuffed in the back of his pocket.

"then even more so, that's what i say." you patted your palms to his shoulders, feeling the plush material of the suit jacket, turning on your heel, and pushing past the lush double door entrance past the hallway and into the bar.

the live music was in full swing and the tabletop of the bar was well occupied, having to push your way past, your hand coming up to gesture over the bartender, "give me your most expensive, delicious cocktail.." you whipped your head around, eyes clearly looking leon up and down, "you look like a whiskey guy," you thought aloud, turning back, "and a whiskey."

leon didn't even attempt to stop you, it was futile and he knew you were just doing it for the fun of it, "so ya gonna sit there and stare down at me all night like a creep?" you sat on one of the chairs at the bar, you leaned in to whisper- though ultimately just as loud, "you're not being very agent-like."

"c'mon, i told you, we need a cover story, who knows how long you'll be stuck with me till i'm in the all clear." you pulled his arm in an attempt to move him closer, luckily he obliged, taking up a seat next to you.

"being in the clear is not being stubborn and quitting visiting these bars, drinking every night, and running your mouth." he mumbled, glancing around.

"nu-uh, you heard what they said, they've always been worried about certain people in the area being a threat to those with information on racco-" your words morphed into a yelp, a sharp sting arising in your leg, blinking at the two fingers pinching the flesh of your thigh.

"did you just-" your outrage was cut off once again by the bartender placing two drinks in front of the both of you, leon nodding towards the worker and wording out a thank you, his palm now engulfing your thigh and rubbing the irritated skin.

your lips parted to speak but no words came out, leon seemed to have noticed this, fingers clutching around your glass and gesturing for you to take a sip, and you did, sugary syrup mixed with a double shot of liquor sliding down your throat.

“i thought you were going to encourage me to not drink.” your eyes squinted slightly, tongue darting out to taste more of the cocktail staining your lips.

“one won’t hurt.” with that he tapped the glass of the whiskey on the table of the bar before swigging down the contents in one gulp.

you burst out into laughter, your hand encouragingly squeezing his own further up your thigh, amusement only cooling down so you could take another taste of your cocktail.

"you're funny." your voice was light and airy already, palm pushed against your cheek as you watched him, as though you had been drinking much more than the one, maybe it came off too strongly but you weren't embarrassed, nothing could embarrass you.

"lovers quarrel." he spoke aloud and your confusion was apparent, even more so as his fingers took a hold of your hand, switching a slim ring decorated with diamonds onto your ring finger, "we hate each other but can't quit it." he murmured and you caught on, a giggle hid behind your other hand.

"you bought me this nice expensive ring, you're handsome, so charming.. of course there's a catch, why couldn't i see it." you sighed dramatically earning a scoff from leon.

"and you're beautifully cruel, impulsive, and a relentless pleasure-seeker, i was dealt quite the deck of cards." he spoke as though it was matter of factly, quite the actor.

"mmh, why thank you." you fluttered your eyelashes, leaning in to squeeze the bulky muscle of his arm, nudging yourself against him.

leon was good, a natural at, well just that, being natural. he was on guard as he was with any assigned job, just less flashy than the others, no visible weapons and a demeanor that needed to be cool but nonetheless, he was alert.

alert but here he was, doing exactly as he said he wouldn’t, indulging, finding away around things to do so, so he could feel your fingertips press into his skin again, so he could smell your fragrance every time you leant in and so he could hear those giddy little laughs at something stupid he said in the name of a silly cover story for the both of you.

oh leon kennedy..

you felt tipsy already without even touching another cocktail, infatuated with the man beside you all too suddenly, your heart desiring for something much sweeter than anything that could be offered from the shelves behind the bar.

relentless pleasure-seeker, you’d sure live up to that.

but first, you had a whole night ahead of you. your feet were quick, feeling compelled towards the crowd of dancing bodies, joining them, amongst the couples and men with no personal space.

you were hypnotic, anyone could see that, your hips swayed, dipping just enough and hands roaming from your thighs upwards to your chest, drawing in attention everywhere you wanted it.

leon stayed where he first sat, leaning further into the bar so he could comfortably rest, watching you closely, as though you were a film, like he was there to capture you on video.

“isn’t that the raccoon city survivor?” leon heard hushed voices and he was smacked in the face with the reality of it all, a surge of genuine worry in his gut, “why is she on this side of town? you think that whole conspiracy is true?”

how had you been safe for this long? leon took a moment of his attention away from you and suddenly every other persons eyes that were on you felt threatening, call it what you will, paranoia, overdramatic- he was there for a reason, the raccoon city terrors were real, to you and him, the government wasn’t on either of your sides, he knew that for a fact, but the unknown was scarier, at least in this situation.

leon exhaled before standing up on his feet, hanging his head down and walking over to seemingly join you, “you come to dance?” your arms reached up and out but his hand grasped your arm tightly instead.

your eyes rolled, “you can skip to the part of the lovers quarrel where we have a little fun amidst the hatred and sexual tension.” you jested.

“we’re leaving.” his head nodded in a gesture towards the door, arm tugging you towards him but you weren’t having any of it.

“uhh, no, no we’re not?” you scoffed, digging your heels into the ground, scowling at the man, “i just got here and i’d like to remind you, i don’t have a curfew, you’re not actually babysitting!” you slapped his arm.

“shut your mouth!” he whispered out harshly, another tug of your arm and this one hurt.

“you fucking dick, let me go.” you punched at his arm with your other hand this time but no budge, “i swear to god, i will scream, kick, punch, i will cause the biggest scene to get you off of me then you can kiss your job goodbye- oh no, you can kiss your life goodbye, since this is currently your only purpose.” you spat out.

leon dropped your arm, his tongue poked against the inside of his cheek, clearly seething internally but the last thing he needed was to draw anymore attention to the both of you.

“outside. now.” his arms came up to cross folded against his chest.

you didn’t speak another word, pushing past the man, shoulders harshly bumping into his. reaching the bar, with a sulk in your demeanour getting the attention of the bartender once again and ordering another cocktail.

you tensed when leon’s arm wrapped snuggly around your waist, “i’m serious, this isn’t safe. i have other means of getting you out of here but i’d much rather keep things peaceful and conscious.” his arm squeezed your hip, threateningly.

you looked down at your drink and felt your stomach drop, pushing the glass away from your body, “oh, so you’re crazy, that’s the catch.” you referred to your earlier quip.

“how is it suddenly not safe? why did you even let me come.” you gritted through your teeth, glancing around the room.

“came to my senses. it’s that simple, i’m not trying to lose my life because of how reckless you are with yours, no thanks.” you laughed at that, nodding and he couldn’t tell whether it was out of agreement or something else.

“i think i’m worth it.” you turned to face him and the look on his face was of disbelief at your attitude, it only egged you on further to push his buttons.

“newsflash sweetheart, you aren’t going to be the death of me.” he muttered, and that same burning grip he had on you returned and you were being whisked from the bar, swiftly out of the doors and through the hallway, all too fast, feeling like you were lagging behind, as though your brain was still at the bar- shit, your throat was so dry, maybe he slipped something in the first drink.. but there was no way.

the cold air bit harshly at your bare skin, coming to your senses suddenly all too quickly, feet stomping on the floor in a tantrum, fists coming up to hit his chest, “what is wrong with you?!” you screeched and suddenly you were being dragged further into the street, harshly turning a corner into some backstreet alley.

“you’ll get over it, stop acting like a spoilt brat. i got tired of that as soon as i saw your face again.” leon pushed you back against the brick wall and you rubbed over your arm where he had been gripping.

“you’re so sad!” you spat out, pushing him further away from you, “sad and desperate, you think you’re such a big hero from that day don’t you? gonna ruin my life? make me miserable as some sick payback because you resent me?” you laughed, directly in his face, “you want me to repay you, that it?” you walk closer to him, in some way to gain leverage over him, but it was futile, pathetic honestly.

his push his hair back with his fingers, the normal lightness to it looked darker thanks to the shadows, expression unreadable as he let you go off on a tangent.

“back up.” he spoke out, almost inaudibly but he knew you heard him because you only inched closer, noticing your eyes dart down to his waist when you felt the prod of something against your skin.

before your arm could even reach out to grab the item under his clothing, he unsheathed it suddenly, brandishing a knife, black handle, indented with a line every inch or so, the blade was quite tall, sloped either side and an engraving stamped below the hilt.

you didn’t get to see much of it though, within a blink of an eye it was pressed to your throat along with the familiar feeling of the gritty bricks against your back.

“don’t do something stupid now..” he was calm, despite the manoeuvre he had you in.

your breathing hitched, hands clutching his grey coloured suit tie amidst the panic, he kept you there for what felt like minutes but was only a few seconds, relaxing only slightly but he never stuffed the knife back in its sheathe, it kept firmly gripped in his hand which was pressed in between your clavicle, as a warning.

in some sick and twisted way it was thrilling, you couldn’t shake that feeling and it felt disgustingly good.

you blinked a couple times, eyes darting out towards his arm, which somehow was on display, where he managed to find the time to roll up his sleeves was beyond you.

“eyes up here.” he tapped the blunt side of the knife to your chin, a all too cocky smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when you complied.

“see how easy it is to listen?” he sighed, dragging the cool metal across your jawline, tracing the outline of your ear and downwards to the top hem of your clothing.

you should’ve been terrified, but it felt different, unexplainable, you wanted him to keep going, you had never felt your head so empty and airy, it was euphoric.

maybe raccoon city screwed you up more than you thought..

you didn’t dwell much on it, attention undivided on the agent in front of you, his lips were moving but you couldn’t make out what he was saying, so dazed in the moment.

“should i keep going?” he repeated, tapping the tip of the knife to your chest and you nodded, squeezing the material of his tie, knocking his body closer towards you and you hissed out when the blade nipped your skin, a droplet of blood seeping into your clothes.

“shit-“ leon looked as though he panicked for a moment, but you weren’t about to let him, hands pushing up to cup his face and demand his full attention on what you wanted.

your lips meshed with his and for the first time of the night, leon kennedy was caught fully off guard. he relaxed after a few seconds, moulding his plush lips to yours and catching you in a sloppy shared kiss, your arms resting past his shoulders, one of your hands pushing his head further against yours to chase his mouth.

you only pulled away when you heard a rip of fabric, his nimble hands shredding it with the knife, a puddle of your clothes soon beneath your feet, delicate undergarments coming in to his view.

you didn’t get a second to regain composure as his mouth was once again on you, this time his tongue darted out, lapping up the droplet of blood from where the knife had broken your skin.

it was vile in the most sinful way possible, all the blood felt like it rushed straight to your throbbing cunt.

“i might actually go crazy if you tease me..” you voiced out, which caught him by surprise since you had been rather breathless.

“i can be nice.” he murmured out, voice muffled in between open mouthed kisses, knife cutting open your bra so his tongue could latch on to your nipple, his thumb toying with the other.

“mmh, you threaten me, make me bleed, and destroy all my clothes, but you can be nice?” you breathily giggled, distracted by the way the tip of his tongue- which had been previously licking up your blood, swirled and flicked against your nipple, sending pulses of electricity throughout your body.

“i’ll make it up to you.” he kissed back up from your chest, reaching your lips again to catch you in a kiss, you could taste the metallically tang from your blood and it only urged you further.

“fuck..” you gasped when he pulled away, looking between your bodies to watch the way he sliced off your panties next, wasting to time in running the pads of his fingers between your sloppy folds, “mmhn, didn’t i just tell you not to tease?” you mewled.

“you’re that worked up?” he chuckled out and your arm flew out to hit his chest, only earning another laugh.

“just fuck me already, i want your dick so badly.” you begged so pretty, you knew you did because his demeanour changed quickly, rough hands settling at your waist to manhandle you until you faced the wall.

“stay like that, arch your ba- mhm, like that.” he hummed, barely having to mention it and you were bending and obeying as though it was your only function.

leon had unbuttoned his blazer to relax a little better, though he lazily pushed his slacks down along with his underwear, far too eager to feel how heavenly you’d be on his cock.

he pumped his self a couple times, a firm hand pushing you back against him, helping him slowly push himself inside your pussy, “ouhh- fuck, that’s—“ he hissed out, halting his movements to revel in the way you were squeezing and fluttering around him relentlessly, “that’s so tight, m’ gonna fuck this little pussy open.” he grunted through his teeth, pushing against you until he was flush with you.

you were already finding it extremely hard to keep it together, mind so foggy with lust and the way he kept pushing and pushing for what felt like endlessly, he was so big, he pushed and prodded up against every delicious nerve inside of you and he hadn’t even started moving at a consistent pace yet, oh you were a goner.

a squeal left your lips when he pulled back only to push back much quicker and with force, your arms flying out until he grabbed one to pull behind your back, stabilising you and also getting more leverage on your movements.

“fuck, you’re so pretty, stuffed full of this cock, mmh, you like that?” he groaned out shamefully.

you didn’t answer though, far too preoccupied with how delicious he was stretching your walls, soon distracted by that familiar feeling of stinging cold metal to your throat, his other hand had come round to press it against your skin.

your eyes flew open and you felt him jerk you closer with his grip still on your other hand, “don’t fall now that would be real dangerous sweetheart, hold on, yeah?” he laughed out, it was evil, taunting but you were on another cloud of bliss.

“l-leon! ah mhhnmm!” you chanted out breathless incoherent moans and noises, feeling like a rag doll being constantly pulled against leon, you were so limp without his grip and the knife he pressed against your throat, you might’ve been in real trouble without him, ironically considering he was the one putting you between between him and the knife.

“i know, i know baby, feels s’good, don’t it?” he rasped out, bruises already forming on your wrists as he used you like his own little personal fucktoy.

“m’ really— oh, really close!” you squeaked, all too suddenly being dragged from your impending high, your back stabilising against the wall and you cried out.

“shh, shuuush.” he cooed at your displeased reaction, “i got you, i just wanna see that pretty face when you cum.” he paired his soothing voice with a firm kiss on your forehead, hiking your leg above his waist and slipping his cock inside your weeping pussy again.

the high bubbled so quickly in your tummy again all you could do was reach out for his arms, desperate to feel the metal to your skin again and he obliged, pushing it onto your neck once more as he pounding into you, wet sloppy sounds making it evident how close you were.

“you look so fucking cute like this, my knife against your throat, fucked stupid by my fat cock.” he grunted in between strained moans, clearly chasing his own high.

your vision went completely blurred as that burning hot coil in your tummy finally snapped, head knocked back against the wall as you sobbed out in pure pleasure, mantras of yes, yes, yes! and leon’s name falling from your lips.

“oh my fucking god, you’re so fucking sick, y’know that baby? yeah..” leon relaxed the knife from your throat, the blade dropping somewhere forgotten by your feet so he could push his head against your neck where the metal once occupied, licking and kisses the delicate skin, thrusts sloppy and inconsistent, broken and hoarse moans coaxed out with every further movement of his hips.

“fuck! fuck, a—ah!” his cock twitched and fluttered inside you as hot spurts of thick cum filled your walls, warming every inch of your body.

he pushed you further into the wall as he stood there, breathing in and out against your neck, slowly coming down from his high, the both of you dazed and pleasure-struck.

your head knocked against his and he seemed to come to, leaning back and blinking a couple of times before seemingly examining your body, “you hurt?” he breathed out.

“only my legs..” you laughed quietly, watching him gently set your leg down once he slipped out of you, grabbing your shredded clothing to wipe you off with.

“let’s get you somewhere warm.” he shrugged off his blazer jacket, pushing your arms through the holes and doing it up fully.

“leon, i feel okay, i’m good.” you assured him, stepping closer once again to return the same kiss he placed on your head, “that was crazy.. but fun.” you admitted, feeling the back of your neck burn from the realisation of what just happened.

“i shouldn’t of come on to you like that though.” he laughed nervously and you shook your head.

“i’m in one piece no?” you poked his chest, “i’m serious, i liked it- i like you, a lot.” you told the agent before shaking your head again, “you don’t have to say anything though, it’s not like that.” you didn’t exactly know what you meant because it was exactly as you said, having been smitten with the man all night, maybe you just didn’t want to deal with what you were insinuating, at least not tonight.

“take me home, somewhere warm.”

#leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon smut #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut

2K notes · View notes

fountainpenguin · 3 months

Text

"I simply must go-" ("Baby, it's cold outside...") "The answer is 'No-'" ("But baby, it's cold outside...") (x)

---

New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 22 - “Fizzle (Bdubs, Scar, Mumbo)”

❤️ Read on AO3

💛 Start from Chapter 1

💚 More Pixels Imperfect fics

---

Bdubs ruins the soul delivery route for everybody. Scar tolerates NPC_Grian's snark as best he can. Mumbo eats pizza and makes a new… friend?

Also, Scar follows up with Grian on the rumor that he's secretly trapped in his red life even in the Between dimension, one slip-up from a perma-death... That talk goes great!

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

---

Bdubs - Phantom

Status: Morose

Captain of New Star Station’s Phantom Hybrid Flock

💙 🧡 💚

There are no horses in New Star Station. Not even one. Horse hybrids, sure, though they're not as common as you think. People have been saying for years that horses might be extinct in Between by now, but he's still got hope. You're sharing minds with Bdubs right now, just so we're on the same page. He's the guy with hope.

It's fine! There's no time in his schedule for horse caretaking anyway. Being captain is practically a full-time job. Seriously.

Phantoms don't need to go offline (as long as they're absorbing souls on the regular for the energy zing, of course). A phantom who goes more than three days without a single soul will start dropping the hunger meter fast, and if they can't find someone to eat, they'll probably go offline a while so they can rest and think things through.

It's all about energy. Even Scott's not immune to naptime, no matter how hard he denies it. Have you ever seen him sleep when he's on-server for like, the Life series and stuff? He's out cold. Might as well be in free-cam with how little reaction you'll get out of his body. Maybe he really does go into free-cam and wander around, pretending he's sleeping when he's really not. Scott's the type who can't settle down for anything. Maybe that's why he's so big on cozy little builds.

But the thing about 'No horses in New Star' is, well… Not having horses doesn't leave him with much to do on nights like this when he's stripped of title and stripped of wings. He should probably be taking Brittney out to dinner, but since he wasn't expecting to, y'know… Lose his wings this weekend, he didn't make reservations early enough. Brittney's fine! She's doing Gals' Night tonight with Cocoa, Jewel, Ferks, and Vera. They'll have fun. Bdubs snorts, kicking his foot against the edge of town square's fountain.

A stubborn sniffer, an athletic ravager, a sharp-eyed hoglin, a parkour-loving axolotl, and a beefy glow squid walk into a bar… Now that's a group you don't wanna mess with. The ravager is not the one with the most XP in her close combat skill. And Bdubs knows firsthand that as mellow as his beloved wife is, she's not afraid to headbutt or wrestle around. Look- phantoms do wrestle, but even Bdubs finds himself all too easily pinned when facing a woman with four arms.

I should bring her some chocolates. Not back to their server, obviously, but they've got an apartment he's spent… way too little time in lately. Bdubs stares down at his reflection in the fountain water. His mossy cloak sways, hands tucked in his pants pockets beneath. No wings. Nobody paying him any mind. Hhh… Well. Brittney still loves him. And even though she's got a Gals' Night going on, it's not hard to be romantic. He does this all the time, obviously.

Plucking blossoms off the cherry trees is going to be such a pain without wings.

I mean, it's just temporary… He'll get his wings back after someone cycles him through the system, but that'll knock him out for a week if he's not careful. The secret plan is to join Cub in Hermitcraft tidying - They're down to the last couple days before the Season 9 download drops, you know - and then treat the guy to dinner tonight. Scar ate last week. So did Etho's mystery vex… whoever he is.

See, that's the problem. Since unthreading's illegal, it's not like there are lots of other vex to choose from. Phantoms have a game balance stipulation in their code that prevents them from logging each other out properly, so submitting to a vex is the easiest way to go. Not a lot of other vex besides those two around, which is such a shame. Sure, New Star Station is a refuge, but most of its residents peaced out of the anarchy world before they ever mod up (either forcibly or of their own will).

Modding is a skilled art, especially if you're looking for body tweaks that will stay consistent in and out of different servers (not to mention Between). Tango's one of the best aesthetics modders Bdubs has ever met. That lion-like tail he wears wherever he goes? That's free advertising. Do you have any idea how hard it is to code an additional limb like that, and make it prehensile and expressive at the same time? Yeah. Tango's your guy if you like looking pretty.

What? Oh, yeah. There's zero horses in New Star. Bdubs already logged out a straggler who dropped to phantom hour and refused to pathfind home, too busy flirting instead. Combined with the "Thanks for being a captain; here's your parting meal" thing from yesterday, his hunger bar's topped off. No point in hunting. There's nothing else to do if you're a phantom except whatever the captain orders. And Martyn tasked him with the delivery route.

Bdubs climbs the clock tower and ducks inside the storage room. Pungence already prepped a satchel of souls for delivery. He always does. Good on him. Some people have an easier time hunting than others (Physically and/or emotionally). Bdubs slings it over his shoulder and turns out the lanterns. He shuts the storage room door, but leaves it slightly propped so it won't auto-lock. None of the fox eggs look like they've hatched yet. Hard to tell, though… Most are under a blanket. A few sit by a magma block.

Bdubs glances at the stairwell, but Martyn stomped off with Cleo. He'll be back soon, of course, of course, but… Don't they need to be rotated? That's what Etho always says. Etho used to eggsit for his mom all the time before he finally moved out of her den and settled long-term in New Star.

The fox eggs are Martyn's responsibility. It does him no favors if Bdubs handles everything for him. But… Bdubs walks over and touches one of the exposed eggs with a hand. He yanks his fingers back.

Too hot. Oh, they're cookin'.

Dozens and dozens of eggs lay cozied up in warm wool blankets all around the roost. Bdubs shifts the eggs nearest the magma block away and replaces them with the eggs at the farthest blanket edges. He tucks the blanket under a bit more, sends Martyn a whisper - Leaving for delivery route, eggs look kinda cold btw but I rotated the ones on the magma - and heads downstairs again. Every step clunks and clangs. When he reaches the bottom, he's got a response from Martyn… but it's not much to look at.

InTheLittleWood: k

All right. If that's all he has to say, that's all he has to say. So off on the delivery route he goes.

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

#trafficblr #Grian #GoodTimesWithScar #desert duo #MumboJumbo #BdoubleO100 #SnifferMyFeet #The Buttercups #ridwriting #Dog's Life #Dog's Life art #apparently art #fic announcement #mcyt #Pixels Imperfect #Sniff and Pig #NPC Grian

30 notes · View notes

aller-geez · 1 year

Text

FINALLY, The fic I have been teasing!

Well, part 1 of 2!

(I may have gotten a little carried away with the preface of the night before, and after 4000 words I decided I needed to split it…)

Part 2 should be out in the next few days, and will be in collaboration with the lovely @thekinkyleopard who also owns Levi 🖤

Please enjoy some cold denial, obviously snz, some holdbacks (or I guess Rem’s attempts at holding back..) and of course, miserable Remi on the night before his 29th birthday 🖤

“So, the big 29 is tomorrow, huh, big guy?” The deep voice of his brother-in-law followed by the gentle nudge he gave the wolf’s shoulder broke him from the fog he was in, his slightly duller than usual green eyes adjusting back to reality as he turned his attention to the man next to him. With almost anyone else, Remi would have at the very least had some choice words for the person touching him, however, Biziil was already like a brother to him. The silver haired man had been dating both Remi and Levi’s sisters for a while now, and the girls never had anything bad to say about him. In fact, Remi couldn’t have picked out a better man himself for his sister, even if he was slightly intimidating to the large wolf.

“Yeah, I suppose so,” Remi responded with a small flash of a smile, clearing his throat gently as he adjusted himself in his wooden chair, the loud chatter of the crowded restaurant all blending together in the background around them. Remi seemed a little more distracted tonight than he usually did, although it was was a widely known fact that the wolf also hated his birthday. “Levi’s even making me have a party this year.” Remi’s head lolled towards the white haired man next to him who was deep in conversation with the two girls who sat on the opposite side of the booth, their fingers intertwined with each other’s as they chatted along. The mention of his name pulled Levi’s attention away from the girls and he smiled brightly at his boyfriend, who now sat with his head rested on his hand, elbow propped up on the table in front of him, but he still returned his smile as their eyes locked.

“What about Levi?” The leopard asked with a grin, taking notice of how tired his boyfriend looked as he sat there, the dark circles under the mans eyes hard to miss even in the dimly lit restaurant.

“Rem was just telling me about how you’re making him have a party this year?” Biz snorted a laugh as he grabbed his half full glass of water from the table, fixing the straw between his lips before sipping it.

Remi felt miles away even if he only sat a few feet from the group.

The wolf had been scrounging around the bus earlier that afternoon for a change of clothes while Levi was out running a last minute errand, and stumbled upon a black plastic bag that was tied up and stuffed in the back reaches of their shared closet. In his hurry to find something usable, all common sense was thrown to the wind and his sharp nails made quick work of the plastic, tearing a large hole into the side and allowing a light blue sweater to lazily spill out onto the floor. Without finding any other options thus far, the desperate wolf peeled the sweater from the bag, and pressed it to his face, inhaling deeply through his nose for a sniff test. Instantly, the large man’s bright green eyes began to water, an intense tickle building rapidly throughout his sinuses. “What the—?” The sweater was quickly removed from his face, and suddenly the soft black and grey hairs that littered the fabric where his face once was pressed caught his attention. Too late now.

“H’TSCHH!! HIHH’ITSCHH’IEWW!” Remi sneezed openly, spraying the sweater he held out in front of him. With a suddenly wet sniffle, the wolf grumbled obscenities under his breath, throwing the sweater deep into the closet again. Although that did nothing for the ever present tickle that now made itself home in the back of his nose. “Hhh..” His breath hitched, allergic tears threatening to spill over his eyelids already from the intensity. Waving one large hand in front of his face, his features remained twisted in pure helplessness as he tried to coax out the release he was denied. A few moments pass, and the stubborn itch retreated back into his nose, leaving the wolf painfully congested and desperate for the onslaught to subside. With the knuckle of his index finger pressed under his nose, Remi quickly made his way into the bathroom, where he fumbled to open the medicine cabinet on the wall, the mirror hitting the paint behind it as it flung open. As his thin fingers combed through the various bottles of god knows what they had in the cabinet, the burning within his nose made itself known yet again, despite his knuckle pressed against his septum. Remi never was any good at holding them back..

“H’IITSSCHHH’IIEW!! IH’TTSCHH! —TSCHH!” Each itchy sneeze continued to get messier, until his hand was soaked in small droplets, his eyes watering so badly he could barely see. With a quick swipe, he tore off a small amount of the toilet paper that hung up on the wall beside him, and blew his uncooperative nose into it with a thick gurgle. Thankfully, it was enough to repel the intense quivering of his nostrils enough to be able to locate the familiar white and pink bottle of Benadryl that was tucked in the corner of the cabinet.

“There you are, you little shit..” Remi grumbled, fishing two pink pills from the bottle and popping them into his mouth, swallowing them with ease with just the saliva in his mouth. As the pills slid down his throat, his now bloodshot eyes flew open, realizing his terrible mistake. “Welp, I hope I bake it till the edd of didder with Biz add the girls before passigg out..” The wolf muttered to himself, his voice thick with congestion, replacing the cap on the bottle of Benadryl and sniffling wetly.

**********************************************************************************************************

“Yeah, of course I’m making him have a party this year! The man is horrible about his birthday and hasn’t even let me celebrate for the past 3 years!” Levi playfully put his hands on his hips as he spoke, an excited grin plastered on his freckled cheeks. He had been planning things to do for Remi’s birthday party for weeks; since Remi gave him the ‘shrug of approval’ after intense pleading on Levi’s part. When the man was asleep, he planned to decorate the bus they lived in to surprise him, and he had the recipe perfected for an amazing cake he just knew Remi would absolutely love. The gang was to come over to party and celebrate with them until the next morning, to which they were all going to head over to Remi’s favorite diner to have breakfast. It was a typical Levi plan, which is the only reason the grumpy wolf agreed to the idea.

Still propped up on the table on one elbow, the large man smiled back at the leopard, a breathy chuckle leaving him in response to the very true accusation. As he opened his mouth to explain himself to Biz’s and the girl’s shocked gaze, the familiar tickle in his nose that he knew so well caught him off guard, causing the wolf to gasp slightly before scrubbing at his twitchy nostrils with his knuckles.

“Hey, you good?” Biz’s concern for his brother in law was apparent in his tone, his violet eyes searching Remi’s exhausted, run down features. “You aren’t getting sick, are you?”

Remi shook his head quickly, waving his hand frantically in front of him in defense as his other hand rubbed deep, full circles against his nose, trying desperately to kill the distracting itch. “No, no, definitely not.. I Hahh-..” The tickle in the wolf’s nose only seemed to get more intense the more he tried to make it go away, causing his breath to catch but not enough to be productive, leaving his mouth slightly open and his eyelids fluttering helplessly. After a moment of suspense and nothing to show for it, he slumped back into the wooden chair with a frustrated sigh.

“No way, by allergies are actigg up.” Remi finally finished, trying to ignore the concerned look his boyfriend was giving him from down the booth. “I accidedtally foudd Levi’s jacket he wears after shiftigg earlier.. I swear its really just allergies. I’b fide,” The wolf’s voice was thick with congestion but he was able to give the others a rather convincing smile, despite how tight his face felt already from the building pressure behind his eyes. One thin hand suddenly came to rest on the wolf’s knee, and Levi scooted in towards his boyfriend, rubbing tenderly in reassurance.

Levi already knew. Remi might have been able to convince himself that he wasn’t going to be out of commission tomorrow, but the feline knew his mate better than anyone else. But then again, who was he to give him a reality check?

With a wet snort, Remi’s gaze was adverted to the floor beside him, a soft blush dusting his already reddened cheeks from the amount of eyes on him. By this time, Meeko and Connie who were still sitting as close as possible to each other with their fingers still interlocked were even focused on him, his younger sister’s lime green eyes laced with worry.

“Rem, are you sure? You just look really tired..” The pitiful tone of the girl’s voice made him grit his teeth tightly, and when Biziil clapped one of his own pale hands against Remi’s shoulder empathetically, the wolf flew up from the table, his heavy wooden chair squeaking loudly as it was forced back. The group suddenly became silent to watch the volatile man, unsure what to expect from the sudden outburst.

“Excuse be..” Remi grumbled, his voice hitching on the last word almost silently, but it definitely caught the attention of his boyfriend.

Without another word, he excused himself from the table, quickly darting for the bathroom in the back of the restaurant. His nostrils flared helplessly under the single knuckle he scrubbed desperately against them, bright toxic green orbs quickly filling with tears as he tried to hold back the tickle that tried so desperately to escape.

Not here.. not in front of so many people.. the wolf thought to himself in a panic.

His long legs carried him quickly through both of the crowded dining rooms, around booths and tables full of people who gave him a judgmental glare as he slid past them, and finally into the hallway that would obscure him from watchful eyes that led directly to both bathrooms before the buzzing of his nose finally won out.

“H-h’ngkt’ischhh!! HhH’Nght’tschh!” Remi half stifled into his elbow before once again scrubbing at his itchy nose, the release having done nothing to relieve the tickle that burned within his sinuses. “Nnnng..” he groaned after exhaling slowly, his head swiftly filling up with more congestion. Suddenly, the wolf had a hand at his shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze before the familiar body of his mate was wrapped around his waist from behind, causing him to jump in response before relaxing into him. Remi wasn’t usually startled whenever healthy, however the somehow both stuffed and runny nose he currently had definitely blocked his ability to smell anyone approaching him, thus making him an easy target.

“You okay back here, my love?” Levi’s sweet voice was like music to the wolf’s stuffed ears, and the anxiety melted from his rugged features. The cat’s thin arms rubbed at his mate’s chest tenderly, a freckled cheek pressed against the man’s warm back. With a telling liquidy snuffle, Remi swiped at his streaming nose with the sleeve of his suit, a wet trail joining the rest that already stained the fabric there.

“Yeah, I just dod’t wadt to be babied by by sister add her boyfriedd because by allergies are actigg up..” The large man grumbled thickly, his pride obviously hurt by the interaction.

Levi couldn’t help but let out a gentle chuckle at how someone of Remi’s size could have such a LARGE ego, but he only tightened his tender grasp on the wolf’s frame when he felt the familiar swell of his chest.

“ih’ttschh! ht’tttszch!! iht’tsschieww!” The large man pitched forward sharply with each sneeze, his eyes streaming against the single index finger he had pressed against his septum. Thankfully his last fit seemed to keep the irritating tickle at bay, climbing back up into his overcrowded sinuses, and leaving him slightly dazed. Purring softly behind him, Levi fished in his own pocket for the tissues he always carried for just occasions like this, and once his thin fingers slid past the plastic that wrapped them, he stuffed the personal pack of tissues into the wolf’s slightly clammy hands. The older man tossed him a defeated look of gratitude, before pulling out a tissue from the top and loudly blowing his nose into it.

“Cmon baby, let’s go home. Biz already picked up the tab for us for your birthday, and he and the girls said they’d be over tomorrow for your party.” Levi cooed, still wrapped around Remi’s waist from behind.

Remi let out a raspy sigh. He would never admit it, but he did kinda feel like shit.. The constant buzzing in his nose just seemed to get more and more aggressive as time went on, and he was starting to get a very raw feeling down his throat that made him a little uneasy.

Shaking his head quickly to dismiss any other thoughts, the raven haired man snuffled through his full nostrils, and finally nodded in agreement. “Alright, let’s go home..”

“Okay Mr. Birthday Boy! I know it’s not your birthday quite yet, but you get to pick the movie we watch before bed, okay?” Levi chimed happily as the two men pushed their way through the door of their fully converted school bus RV. The leopard was cheery as always, prancing up the stairs into the living room with his butt swaying back and forth with excitement. Remi, however, came trudging up slowly behind him, trying to hide the pure exhaustion that coated his features. He flashed a tired smirk in the leopards direction, already peeling the jacket to his suit off of his muscular frame and tossing it lazily to the side.

“I feel like you already know what I’m going to pick though..” he chuckled in a hoarse voice, clearing his throat softly to avoid the cough that caught in his chest as he spoke. Remi was notorious for always picking the same movie; his one guilty pleasure comfort that Levi was the only one besides his sister, Meeko, that knew about.

“Rem, come onnnn…” Levi whined to his mate playfully, removing his own suit jacket and folding it neatly over his arm, unlike the large man in front of him. “That can’t seriously be the only movie you ever want to watch..” The leopard gave Remi a quick shake of his head to show his shame, the white strands of his hair falling messily across his freckled forehead.

By this time, the wolf had managed to completely strip out of his fitting smoke grey suit down to just his boxers, the sudden quick bobs of his head as he changed causing his already noticeably red nostrils to leak profusely.

“Uh, Hey, who’s birthday is it agaid? Whed it’s your birthday you get to pick the bovie…“ Remi smirked again while helplessly dabbing at the already raw, chapped skin around his nostrils with a tissue he had retrieved from his suit, which brought a sarcastic eye roll from Levi, but was followed a smile. With another thick snort and a grumble under his breath at the ever present congestion that filled his already rather empty head, Remi managed to retrieve a deep crimson button up sweater from the back of the couch beside him and lazily drape it over his lanky frame.

Levi had already thrown on some teal silk sweatpants and a tee shirt in place of his once formal attire, and was sifting through their surprisingly large collection of movies with thin fingers, his butt wiggling in the air behind him. When the cat managed to find the movie he was looking for, he clicked his tongue loudly before swiping it from its place and thrusting it in the air above his head with a huge grin.

“Found it!” The feline giggled happily, bouncing back over to their shared bed that was blanketed in stuffies, with Remi already making himself comfortable in his usual spot with the small pack of tissues clutched tightly in one hand.

Levi couldn’t help but smile at the adorable picture Remi made among all of the brightly colored plushies, the wolf’s red cheeks and nose giving him a more animated appearance despite his constantly streaming eyes and mouth that hung slightly ajar as he struggled to breathe through the congestion. The cat’s ivory hands popped open the disk case, and carefully took out the DVD by the edges, before sliding it into the DVD player on their tv that hung on the wall of the bus. After a few seconds, the black screen faded to the title screen.

“The Princess Bride” the screen said in large letters, the familiar music causing a smile to tug at the corners of Remi’s mouth. Once the movie began to play, Levi scurried quickly back to the large bed, diving under the blankets and wrapping himself in the wolf’s strong arms, sighing in contentment when the older man pulled him tightly to his chest.

Remi could recite every line of The Princess Bride, and against the leopard’s wishes, usually did so under his breath throughout the whole movie, bright green orbs locked on the TV. However, this time was a bit different..

The words Levi had got accustomed to having breathed directly into his ear were scarce and far between this time, every few moments punctuated by an unproductive snuffle that seemed to get more and more frustrated as they went on. As they neared introducing Remi’s favorite character which usually drew a large reaction from the wolf, the buzzing that had finally subsided within his dampened nostrils roared to the front of his sinuses before he had a chance to catch it.

“h’dzzshh’uu! —’tschuu!!” Remi sneezed openly to the side, the air suddenly misted with hundreds of small droplets that cascaded down on the bed, although Levi’s exposed arm got the brunt of it. Before the feline could even turn his head to address his mate, the wolf’s sensitive nose exploded into another itchy fit.

“ih’ttschh! ht’tttszch!’iuh! hih— Ht’tssch’iew!! Sdnff—!”

Without another word to Levi, his freckled fingers quickly drew a handful of tissues from the box they kept on their nightstand, and he attempted to thrust them into the wolf’s trembling hands, but the other’s face was still twisted up desperately as the burning inside his poor nose only seemed to increase.

“I’b hih—! not d-donee!” Remi hitched helplessly, his huge chest hiking up and up as his wet nostrils flared, only a small sliver of glowing green iris visible under the pools of tears that poured over his eyelids.

Thinking quickly, Levi cupped one hand around the back of Remi’s head, and the other hand full of tissues pressed firmly around the wolf’s raw nose, his thumb and index finger on each side and pressing in on his quivering nostrils just in time.

“hH’kngt! Gnxxxt’iew!! HAh—! HIH’IITSCH’IEW!” The last sneeze tore through the wolf’s throat at an unexpected volume, even making Remi grimace before sniffling a few times, taking the wad of tissues from the felines hands and fully blowing his nose into them with a liquidy gurgle. Trying to rid his sinuses of the pressure that continuously got more intense with each unsuccessful sniffle, Remi rubbed quick circles into his dampened nostrils, a soft clicking noise could be heard from inside his nose as he rubbed.

“Nnnnh, sorry babe..” Remi apologized gently to the cat who still sat perched on the bed in front of him, concern filling Levi’s ocean blue eyes as the older man ducked into his shoulder, a short fit of ticklish coughs capturing all his attention now.

“Remi..” the cat’s voice was gentle as he rolled over to now have his dainty frame wrapped around the wolf’s huge one, his fingers combing through Remi’s jet black hair in reassurance.

It only took a few moments for the rhythmic motions of his mates fingers up and down his scalp to suddenly put the large man to sleep, and before long, the thick snores from the wolf’s stuffed nose filled the bus as he slept. With a small frown, the leopard got comfortable next to the older man, his limbs draped completely over Remi as they always were when they slept.

Levi placed a tender kiss in the middle of the the wolf’s sweaty back, his lips ghosting across the dampened skin as he whispered.

“Twenty nine, huh? You’d almost think you were celebrating your birthday as One Year Sicker, and not one year older every year..”

The cat chuckled near silently to himself, and slowly drifted off to sleep around the snoring wolf.

90 notes · View notes

sunflower-snz · 5 months

Text

Secret Santa: @zensations35

Hey Zen! :D You got me as your secret santa this year, hopefully this’ll be up to your standards, I had some pretty big boots to fill. Now I’ve never written male snz before so please excuse the quality. We’ve a few avengers featuring at the beginning of this then we go very Loki focused at the end for you. Hopefully this’ll be enjoyable to read :D

Under the cut: MAINLY male snz, tiny snippet of female sprinkled in, slight contagion but nothing too major :)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Had he known this were to happen, Loki really wouldn’t have bothered going to that god damn party.

It had all started a week ago, Clint Barton had just returned from a week-long stake out overseas, it was a valuable mission. One he completed well. But it wasn’t just a new report of the bases’ ongoing activities which the archer had been kind enough to bring home with him.

“HaH! HH’aETSCHOO!” He barrelled forwards, the edges of his unnaturally red nose twitching as he held a calloused hand lazily in front of his face in apprehension for the next. Not that he did a job of covering up his first one.

“Christ Clint, cover your mouth.” The redheaded spy seated at the end of the table retorted, her usually stoic face cringing at the sound of the thick wet sniffles that he gave in response. He sounded awful. Of course, she had sympathy for her partner, but that sympathy was buried by the urge to violently hurl a box of tissues in his general direction. She did not want to catch that.

Who could blame her really? Everyone was thinking it. Shared glances and hushed whispers made their way round the dining table. Nobody wanted to be the person to say that Clint should probably have been curled up in bed instead of sat sharing (more than) breakfast with the team but as it was his first day back, exceptions were made.

Boy did people really come to regret that. It had taken, what was it, 12 hours? For the second pair of sniffles to be heard in the tower. Tony, sat in his lab, looked up from the mess of wires he has been working on soldering to see Bruce swiping a quick finger beneath his nose. A very recognisable, pre-sneeze look clouding his features. God damn it, Barton! The genius thought to himself, realising that maybe sharing a meal with a man too tired to be bothered about the consequences sharing his germs probably wasn’t the greatest idea in hindsight.

“Damn, hIh- It.” It seems his lab partner was thinking the same thing as his head reared backing, with yet another hitching breath. Then another.. And another. “Hah- Fuck.” Now Bruce wasn’t one to swear but this was an exception. He needed to sneeze, he could feel it right there! Just in the bridge of his nose, but it wouldn’t quite- “Hhh..HAH-”

Suddenly he drew in a loud inhale, more so resembling someone taking in a long deep breath before diving into water. But this wasn’t for holding his breath. The scientist suddenly found his body diving forward with a loud, desperate, “GHAH’CHH! HaH’HTSHOO!”

Barton was clearly more contagious than he thought. Shit.

Maybe had this cold had come at an opportune time, when things were less busy, people wouldn’t had been so annoyed, but this coming Friday was the date of Stark’s annual holiday party. Something the genius was not planning on missing. Some would say that Stark parties over the top. Tony preferred ‘extravagant.” Whatever they were, they were always a big deal. Fully stocked bar, music, dancing. The whole deal. And a Stark party would never, could never, be postponed, the mere thought of it went against his entire ideology. It was an insult to him personally for anyone to even suggest such an action. No. This party would be going ahead. With full attendance.

Sniffles or not.

Day’s passed yet no-one seemed to be improving. Barton had finally retired to his bedroom in an attempt to prevent thing’s being shared further but it was a little too late for that. Pepper also already begun to sniffle last night, Bruce was currently sat surrounded by a pile of tissues in his lab and even Cap had begun clearing his throat intermittently. Tony could swear he felt his throat tickle every now and then – that might’ve just been hypochondria though. But regardless, now wasn’t the time for sickness. There were things that needed celebrating and tonight they would.

Loki hadn’t even been planning to attend the event in the first place. Why would he? Sure, he may be at the point where he was civil with most of the Avengers by now but “frolicking around with that pretentious asshole”, the asshole in question needing no introduction, was not how he wanted to spend him evening.

“Come on, you know you enjoy it really!” It was only after several hours of nagging from Thor that he finally agreed to trouble himself with the effort of attending. If anything, his attendance was only to please his brother - definitely not the promise that he would have full unrestricted access to the open bar.

The night of Stark's annual holiday party arrived, and the Tower was transformed into a dazzling spectacle of lights, music, and laughter. The atmosphere was alive with celebration, and even those who were feeling under the weather couldn't resist the allure of the extravagant event. Not that they had much choice anyway.

Loki, clad in his customary green and gold attire, stood at the edge of the crowded room, observing the festivities with a detached interest. He quickly downed a drink he’d swiped from the doorman’s desk and allowed himself into the bustling crowd, leaving the empty glass on a random table as shifted through the masses. He’d almost made it over to his brother but was interrupted with a sudden slap on the back.

“Enjoying the party?" Came the still slightly Coarse voice of a seemingly now more energetic Clint. The day he’s spent resting seemingly reviving his energy.

The God raised an eyebrow, acknowledging the archer with a nod. "As much as one can enjoy these mortals' festivities." He shifted, noticing the man’s slightly rough appearance. Do these people really not clean themselves up for special events? Typical. He tsk’d to himself

Clint chuckled, seemingly unfazed by Loki's disdain. "Well, they know how to throw a good party. You should try the drinks; they're divine."

Loki smirked, intrigued despite himself. "Divine, you say? I may indulge in a taste." He quipped, taking the drink from the man’s and swigging it before he had a chance to interject.

It wasn’t like he’d be able to warn him much anyway. Clint suddenly sneezed without warning. The unexpected spray catching both of them off guard.

“HhHAHTSCHOO!“

"Gah! Sorry about that," Clint apologised, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, “Still a little under the weather I guess.” He sniffled to himself, before being called away from someone, leaving the God revelling in genuine disgust.

“Christ,” Loki muttered to himself, taking off his spray-speckled blazer and groaning in repulsion, “This jacket costs most then your entire outfit and you have to nerve to sneeze on it?” He mumbled to himself, shaking his head with a sigh. Mortals. Their lack of manners never seemed improve.

Maybe if he’d gone home at that point, he still could’ve escaped unharmed. But no, he just had to get and get himself another drink – he deserved one another dealing with that -. Afterall he did come here to enjoy himself.

The god made his way through the crowd, eyes rolling at some of the terrible dancing he saw from the playboy genius on his way. People really looked up to this guy?

He approached the bar, sliding onto one of the pristine white stools tucked into the counter, “Can I get a larg-” He began, but the redhead stood behind the bar held up a silent finger, stopping him in his tracks as a hazed expression shifted her features, making her eyelashes flutter rapidly.

“Ih’shIEW! Hup’TSHH! Hih!-Hh-IshHh’tSHU!” Her small frame seemed to helplessly curl in on herself as she bent at the waist while simultanously turning away to catch her sneezes into her hands. She coughed a little as she straightened herself back up.

“Do egxcuse me.” Her voice was flooded with congestion. Natasha dared to sniffle before pulling out a napkin from somewhere. How did spies always seem to have hidden pockets in every outfit he wondered to himself, not that he was jealous or anything. Magic would always superior for making things appear and disappear without a trace but for a human, she did a pretty good job at keeping things discreet. She held the napkin to her nose, and he looked away. Clearly she was embarrassed around the whole thing. Normally he would’ve taken advantage of that, even found it somewhat comical, but 2-drink Loki was a bit of a softie. Especially when the usually tough-unbreakable Natasha Romanoff looked as if though she was about to crumble.

She blew her nose quietly and cleared her through but this time different voice spoke as he looked up from his drink. “I told you that you should’ve stayed in bed.” Maria purred softly, coming round to slink her arms around the Nat’s waist, pulling her closer from behind as she too seemingly also appeared from nowhere, “You’re not one to get sick, I don’t want you exhausting yourself.”

How cute they looked. Maybe too cute. Loki didn’t want to be deliberately rude but this little moment was getting a little too sappy for his likings. The God cleared his throat loudly,, bringing both women back to the present moment, “Mind if I take that drink now?”

Maria rolled her eyes, releasing Natasha and stepping back. "Fine, fine. Get him his drink so he doesn't feel neglected," she said, giving Loki a wry smile before pressing a soft kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek.

“The usual?” The redhead asked, not really needing an answer and her nose still twitched a little as she began to pour a dark coloured liquid into a crystallised glass. Oh? He quirked a raised eyebrow in surprise at her remembrance of how he takes his drinks. “Thank you.” Loki smirked before taking a sip of the drink that had been slided infront of him. He would’ve stayed to talk a little longer – truthfully he liked the company of the girls a lot more than he did some of the others – but he was soon whisked away when Thor came over, wearing an alcohol fuelled smile.

“Brother! You came.” He called loudly, raising his glass into the air as he pulled the God away from the bar and towards the group of older men loudly laughing and flaunting their old stories of victory, “You must tell them of our time on Crumelia!” He cheered, referencing the planet the two had visited together a few months prior.

The night wore on with laughter, music, and a myriad of conversations. Loki found himself drawn into Thor's tales of heroism and adventure, the alcohol making the stories more entertaining than he would care to admit. The atmosphere of the party did have a certain charm, he begrudgingly acknowledged.

As the night reached its peak, Loki eventually excused himself from the lively group, citing the need for a moment of solitude. He retreated to a quieter corner of the room, nursing his drink as he observed the chaotic dance floor. The revelry continued around him, but he felt a growing fatigue.

Eventually, the party began to wind down, and guests started to make their way home. Thor had offered out their spare-room for the God so instead of filtering out with the rest of the attendee’s he stayed behind until it was only the Avengers left.

They had huddled into a group now, all nursing their last drinks of the night. Well, nearly all of them. Natasha had already fallen asleep against Maria’s, her mouth hanging slightly open as she snored quietly - much to the earlier vast assusment of everyone at seeing their resident spy finally acting like a true human being for once. Loki couldn’t help but join in as they all continued to laugh and share stories. Of course Thor had brung out his hammer, as he always does, encouraging the others to finally see if they were worthy enough to wield it.

The alcohol that had fueled his earlier enthusiasm now served as a heavy lullaby, coaxing him towards the realm of sleep. The laughter and camaraderie of the Avengers became a distant hum as he excused himself from the group, citing the need for rest. Thor, still in high spirits, clapped a hand on Loki's shoulder. "Rest well, brother! We shall regale you with tales of today's merriment in the morning."

With a nod and a faint smile, Loki made his way to the guest room assigned to him. The Tower, now quieter and dimly lit, felt strangely peaceful. He closed the door behind him, shutting out the remnants of the party.

The bed, though not the grandeur of his Asgardian chambers, looked inviting. Loki undid the clasps of his elaborate attire, letting the green and gold fabric fall to the floor. The room was cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the festivities. Maybe the night hadn’t been so bad after all.

Well. That’s what he thought atleast. Until he woke up the next morning.

Loki awoke to a pounding headache and a throat that felt like it had been scorched by fire. He groaned, burying his face into the pillow as he attempted to ignore the discomfort. The room, once serene, now seemed to spin with every movement.

Still, he dragged himself out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom, ignoring the disheveled state of his room. The reflection in the mirror revealed a pale and weary god, a far cry from the composed trickster he usually presented to the world. The remembrance of the previous night’s music and laughter seemed to mock his misery. With each step, he felt weaker, his body aching and chilled and his chest rumbled with a deep, rattling cough. Stupid mortal germs!

He cursed them out, but before he could utter anymore foul words against anyone, his nose itched. A wild tickle, causing his jaw to go slack, fruitless to fight against it, “HAh'tsCHIEW! HHUh-Hah’ESHOO! Heh'gnXNNT! Guh...” He sniffled wetly, grimacing at the feeling of thick congestion already beginning to settle in his sinsues.

As he swayed there in place, contemplating the unfairness of his situation, he was once again helpless to the burning itch in his sinuses. "Hah'KSHIEW!” Ugh, curse these wretched germs," he grumbled, his frustration growing. The once-mighty god now felt as vulnerable as any mere mortal and that alone made him feel 10x worse.

He was Loki! A trickster! A God! And yet here he was, shivering and sniffling through his stuffed up nose like such... such.. such a weakling! With a drasted sigh, he humbled himself and resigned to the fact this was just something he was going to have to get through. He grabbed a box of tissues and blew his nose, the sound echoing in the quiet room making him cringe at himself. He hated this.

Throughout the day, Loki's condition deteriorated further. Sneezes punctuated his every attempt to gather his bearings, each one a reminder of his weakened state. The once proud and regal god found himself reduced to a pitiful figure, wrapped in a blanket on the couch in one of the many communal areas of the the tower, a book in hand, with tissues strewn around him like confetti. His nose was raw from constant wiping, and his eyes were red and watery as he tried to make sense of the words infront of him.

"Hah'KSHIEW! Hhih! Hh..Hah'PTSHIEW! Ugh, this is insufferable," Loki muttered to himself as he turned the page. The trickster god, usually quick-witted and sly, now sniffled pathetically as he tried to regain some semblance of composure. He couldn’t even read properly without having to stop to sniffle every few seconds.

His attempts to use his magic to alleviate his symptoms proved futile. It only left him shivering and exhausted in wake of his efforts. With a final shiver, he sighed and closed his book. He was getting nowhere like this. He needed to sleep.

However it was just as the God resigned himself to the need for sleep, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the quiet tower. Thor, ever watchful of his mischievous brother, entered the room, a concerned expression crossing his face as he witnessed Loki's disheveled state.

"Brother!" Thor exclaimed, his voice a mix of worry and exasperation. "What in the realms has befallen you? You look as if you've faced the wrath of a frost giant!"

Loki glanced up, his eyes weary and red, and managed a weak smirk. "Just a mere inconvenience, dear brother. Mortal germs have decided to wage war on Asgardian immunity.” He sniffled thickly, the act irritating his already rubbed-raw nose, causing it to twitch maddeningly.

“Ha-hh.. Hah'KSHIEW! HhhH’HhtSHH! hh’EKSHIEW! God, fgucking, damn HhH- it! Hhh’TSCHOO!”

The thunder god’s eyes widened in surprise at his brothers outburst, offering out a tissue as he tried hopelessly to clean himself up. “I believe the native curtesy is to say ‘bless you.’” Thor chuckled, extending a firm hand to squeeze Loki’s shoulder, “I’ve also heard about the wonders of tea for these sorts of ailments, I’ll go and prepare some.”

The ever-caring brother, quickly made his way to the kitchen to prepare a soothing cup of tea. The scent of chamomile and honey filled the air as he expertly brewed the remedy. Returning with a steaming mug, he handed it to Loki, his concern evident in his eyes, “Just try some.” He urged.

Loki begrudgingly accepted the tea, the warmth seeping into his chilled fingers. "Fine, fine," he muttered, taking a sip and feeling a slight sense of relief slowly come over him.

"It’s not awful," He sniffled begrudgingly.

Thor grinned, satisfied. "Rest now, brother. Back to bed with you.” He motioned, holding out a hand to pull his brother up from the sofa, making sure he had properly gained his balance before letting go.

Resigned to his fate, the trickster went back to his room and wrapped himself in a thick robe. The fabric doing little to stave off the persistent chill that clung to him so he trudged back to his bed, tissues in hand, and succumbed to the discomfort that accompanied his illness. The room, once filled with the echoes of revelry, was now a silent witness to man’s struggles against the common cold.

#snz #snzkink #snzblr #snzfic #male snz #lo/ki snz #snzario #snz kink #f snz #m snz #snzfucker #snz secret santa #🌻 fic #snzblr secret santa 2023

23 notes · View notes

pharaohbean · 2 months

Text

roots in the snow

pairing: implied polysquad, but can be read as platonic

summary: "As his feet took him through a dance he knew by heart, having never danced it before, he felt hands—warm, calloused, and yet gentle and careful—take his, joining him in his waltz. Toya slowly peeked his glimmering silver eyes open, letting the tune being played wash over him. He smiled, then continued to sing his very own song out loud."

warnings: my tenses are extremely dubious, no beta we die like nagi

author's note: fhownfkwbf this is my first time posting one of my writings on here!! or anywhere actually. HHH- this fic was entirely born out of hearing blender for the first time, late at night when the leaks first dropped. immediately, i had such a vivid image in my head, and dropped so much (no not everything) to write this. but finally... it is complete. please enjoy!! (read on ao3)

The family summer estate hadn’t changed much since the last time Aoyagi Toya stepped foot within its borders.

The modern space was beautifully decorated, all thanks to his mother and the younger one of his two older brothers if Toya remembered correctly; pieces of music were strategically placed around the rooms, an obvious indication of which family owned the place. The large unlit apartment looked down upon the metropolitan city, the landscape slowly being painted with the sunrise’s soft colors.

The street musician slowly let go of the plastic handle of his suitcase, letting the emptiness of the place softly wash over him like an ocean wave. Dust covered the tops and knobs and just about every surface one could touch. Despite everything, this seemed to be the one place that wasn’t up-kept as well as the rest of the Aoyagi possessions.

Silver stormy eyes glanced around, carefully wandering around the long-abandoned apartment. Why his father continued to hold onto the place was beyond his understanding, but he and his father continued to be just one step apart from each other, even to this day.

Toya took a deep breath, stepping over to the window and gazing out of the window. The street life far underneath were like mere ants, but he quickly looked away, unable to stomach the sight of insignificant people and the drop. The buildings blended together under the brightening sky, slowly gaining their individuality as the city woke up. The boy couldn’t help a faint smile at the memories the sight brought him, and a moment later a newly-birthed tune began to be hummed.

The musician turned back to the apartment, grabbing his suitcase and rolling it into the master bedroom. Setting both his suitcase and carry-on backpack beside the bed, the boy scrounged through the bathroom closest—almost exactly as he’d faintly remembered it—-for cleaning supplies. Grabbing just a couple of dusting clothes to begin with, he began his cleaning mission, beginning with the master bedroom.

The reason Toya had come out to the Aoyagi estate—and so early, too—was to prepare the place for the rest of his partners. The four of them had decided to get away for a week for a time of refreshment and relaxation. Then he’d overheard his mother mentioning the estate, and asked if he could borrow it. Although his father was slightly perturbed at the thought of the four of them running around, his mother and he had restored their relationship quite a bit; the woman was just happy to see the place put to use once more, and she trusted Toya not to let the place get trashed.

Eventually, Toya booked a red-eye flight (courtesy of his mother against his father’s wishes, somehow over the years she’d become a louder voice against his father, or maybe he was just older now?) a day or so earlier than his partners, his schedule set to clean the apartment, buy food for at least the first couple of days, and hopefully have his things unpacked before he had to go pick up his partners from the airport.

As the sun crept higher and higher into the sky, bringing the entire city to life, Toya floated around the apartment, dusting and sweeping and mopping just about every surface he could get his hands on, once in a while breaking his flow to frantically jot something down on his to-do list before he forgot only to then struggle to get back into his original stride.

After the sun had passed the halfway point, Toya finally finished cleaning the entire house—except for one room. A room whose door he hadn’t opened yet, knowing full well the memories that laid buried behind the burden-heavy wooden door. But he’d come to terms with that weight, enough to be able to grab the handle and open the pathway to those memories. ---+---+--- Truthfully, his memories of the Aoyagi summer estate were actually quite bright ones—not necessarily happy, but not dark and stifling like home. Many memories were of time spent with family, often not in the context of music. But, of course, no Aoyagi would bear that name if they didn’t practice, even during vacation.

Lessons with his father were often grueling, sometimes even fearful for the youngest of the three children. Hours poured into one specific song, perfecting every line and string of notes while being lectured on this producer and that reason for creation. Toya had a good memory, a fact well-known to anyone who knew him, but even children can only learn so much before they can't do it any more.

Sometimes he’d fall asleep against his will; a surefire way to end their lessons early. Other times they’d be called by his mother or his siblings to come to the table or go out into the city with them; this worked here and there, depending on his father’s mood and his own attitude. Most times, however, his siblings would barge in and beg their father to let them play, either without Toya or just the two of them or with Toya and perhaps even their father too? Here, the pressure on Toya’s shoulders were lifted slightly, whether it be getting out of practice or dueting, trioing, or quarteting with the rest of his family.

Moments like those were bright, like the rising sun. He’d never been a great sleeper in new places as a kid, so often he wouldn’t sleep well or would wake up before the sunrise. His mother was an early bird, even by early bird standards, and so the two of them would watch the sunrise together; he’d never be forced back to bed, partially because once Toya was up, only extreme sleep deprivation could send him back to dreamland.

Yes, Toya had many bright memories of the Aoyagi estate—not necessarily happy, as many of them were playing on the piano or violin, solo or with his siblings. But they were memories that had shaped Toya into the musician, the street musician, he was today. As painful or dark or lonely as his past may’ve been, it was an undeniable part of who he was.

As long as he had the past, he resolved that special day, he would continue to fight. To take the shackles that he ran away with and turn them into a song worth singing to the world. ---+---+--- Although, Toya mused to himself, it had been quite a while since he’d last seen either of his brothers. Truthfully, the family had stopped using the estate around the same time his brothers had left, off to do their own things in the classical music world.

The musician leaned back in the driver’s seat, taking a deep breath. The memories from his past, bright or dark, were always tiring to ruminate over and examine closely, no matter where he was in life. But every year, his perspective on his past shifted ever so slightly, and every year he seemed to realize new things from things he’d already heard and seen a hundred times before.

Toya glanced at the time, then nodded to himself. His partners’ plane should be landing about now, so it was time he got out of the rental car and headed to them. So he dutifully did so, glancing at the large overhanging signs that he passed by to find the correct terminal (airports were annoying complex, Toya had come to learn, and no two were alike; An once commented that it felt like they made them mazes on purpose) where his partners should be arriving out of.

Toya quietly joined the crowd of people waiting for family and friends and sometimes complete strangers, scanning the throng of arriving passengers for the trio close to him and his heart. Just thinking about them put a soft smile on Toya’s lips. Under his breath, a song sprung to life, just quiet enough to only be heard by Toya himself—or perhaps so quietly that the voice he was hearing was just his mind singing for him?

Finally, after what felt like drawn out hours (but, in reality, just ten minutes) a familiar mop of orange hair appeared in the sea of arrivals, accompanied by two short heads of navy and tan-blonde. Toya reached up for them to see, and three sets of eyes—one caramel-olive, one tangerine-orange, and one chocolate-brown. All three of them smiled in varying intensities, perfect for who they were.

“Toya!” An called out, immediately rushing over to him as he moved away from the anxiously-awaiting relatives of arrivals. He braced himself and yet barely caught the girl as she barreled, partially leapt, right in him. She laughed loudly, the joy in her movements bleeding into her voice, and Toya couldn’t help but laugh quietly with her.

“An, you should let him go before you both go down.” Akito warned, watching the scene with an amused expression. An immediately de-latched a little bit, giving him one big squeeze before fully extracting herself from him. She swiped the offered backpack from Akito’s smug expression, slinging it around her shoulders once more.

“It’s good to see you again, Toya.” Kohane smiled, giving him a brief and quiet hug; he returned the hug just as quietly, hidden messages in her words and actions that he was always grateful to hear. The youngest of the four moved over to An at the latter’s behest, saying something about their bags.

An arm slipped around Toya’s shoulders—carefully and yet with no hesitation whatsoever, a pillar of strength that Toya could rely on—and rely on the pillar he did, immediately physically sinking into Akito’s warmth. He let out a quiet exhale, letting the stress and loneliness of the past day and a half flow off his shoulders. Here, with his partners, was where everything would be okay.

“You doing okay?” Akito murmured, a soft whisper that somehow helped din the voices crowding around Toya’s mind. The silver-eyed musician nodded, bringing himself back up out of the incoming fog. He could relax once he’d gotten the group to the apartment, where everything was all nice and clean and ready for four responsible (enough) people to live in.

(Truthfully, Toya did not prepare the extra bedroom where he and his brothers often slept together when they were younger. The group was notorious for, if they were in the same building together, all being found in the same bed together. If Toya remembers correctly, that was the tipping point for all of them getting new beds… none of their old beds could hold four people.)

“We should go help the girls with your bags.” Toya smiled. Akito rolled his eyes, giving Toya’s shoulder one final squeeze—one final hazing of the silver-eyed performer’s mind—before removing the physical pillar.

“I don’t know what An packs, but it is heavy as f—“ Akito was cut off by a flick to his forehead, causing the gruff musician to scowl as he and his partner trailed after the tail ends of the girls’ wakes. “Hey!”

“Language.” Toya berated with a smile. Despite everything they’d been through, some things just never changed between BAD DOGS. Toya began to sing quietly again, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Akito smile softly—and truly, from the bottom of his heart, he wanted to see Akito genuinely smile more and more.

And so, he’ll keep singing. ---+---+--- The first time Toya used his voice—his voice and voice alone—was one of the last times the Aoyagi family came to their estate. Both of his brothers wanted to go to an art exhibition, and their father and mother humored them (partially out of child satisfaction and partially out of personal interest). Toya, however, always struggled to appreciate the fine arts, and so stayed home alone. Both parents were unphased by this— okay, well, maybe his mother henned him a little.

The house was empty, the piano sitting untouched for the last few hours. And yet, Toya remembered vividly, the haunting sounds of the piano echoed throughout the lifeless house—lifeless because at that time, Toya wouldn’t have considered himself “alive” at that time. He was living, yes, but not truly alive under the hand of his father.

Back then, Toya was still trying to figure out where in life he wanted to go. Did he want to pursue music still, or branch out and find a new path in life? Well, the latter option was growing slimmer and slimmer as he got rid of option after option. He wanted to continue his path in music, but classical made him more and more nauseous—emotionally, mentally and physically.

Tsukasa-senpai had recommended more carnival, musical-like songs than he could ever hope to get through, and Saki-san had eagerly given him a number of band songs, both rock and a weird mix of rock and pop. Although Toya enjoyed both genres, he just didn’t click with the music given to him.

And then, a song he wasn’t expecting came on. Flipping back to the music video, he’d accidentally left the autoplay on. But immediately, the music hit hard and deep, reverberating in his bones. He remembers his eyes widening and his voice yearning like never before, begging to be freed and allowed to sing aloud.

That was the first song he’d replayed in his dive into music. He sang along, learning and teaching himself how to sing over and over again. Although he’d go on to learn other songs—sing other songs—during and after this trip, his voice hidden from his parents, this one song he’d hold close to his heart and one of the first he’d sang; no matter when and where, he’d sing that song first, always refining and perfecting the song that changed his life.

That song would continue to change his life, although he didn’t know it at the time—for that song he’d found accidentally, Fragile, would go on to be the song that brought Akito and Toya together. ---+---+--- Toya sighed, glancing out the window. The book he was holding had been taken from him at some point during his reminiscence of the past. He sighed quietly, why was he thinking about his history so much? Was the estate bringing up these old memories to the surface of his mind?

“Toya?” A robotic voice broke him out of his thoughts, startling the musician. He looked down at his phone sitting innocently on the table. MEIKO and KAITO were both there, looking at him with a worried glint— ah. Right. Now Toya remembered. He and KAITO had agreed to spend time in silence, Toya with his book and KAITO with his own music. MEIKO must’ve shown up recently without Toya realizing.

“MEIKO, KAITO.” Toya smiled softly. “Is everything alright?”

“I’ve been calling you for a while.” MEIKO smiled back, although still concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m… alright.” Toya decided. “Just thinking a lot.” He glanced around. “Actually, where’s my book?”

KAITO and MEIKO glanced at each other, then began chuckling. “Akito tried to speak to you earlier, but seemed to realize he couldn’t snap you out of your thoughts. He took the book from your hands and went to the kitchen.” MEIKO explained. Toya flushed brightly, covering his mouth with his hand and looking back out the window. Seriously… Akito was too good for him.

“I just came in here to check in on you and the others, but it seems you’re all doing well. I think I’ll go talk to the girls now—KAITO, would you like to join me?” MEIKO asked. The blue-haired VIRTUAL SINGER shook his head.

“I’ve got to go give the twins this demo back and teach them some more. Thank you for your time. Toya!” KAITO nodded to the silver-eyed musician, who nodded back and said his goodbyes to the contrasting duo.

Toya watched his phone dim, then stared at it absently as his thoughts broke through the mental dam. A storm of thoughts encircled his emotions, growing darker and darker as the seconds rushed by. Toya tried to push them back, knowing full-well this tsunami of emotions wasn’t good for him or those around him, but felt himself slowly being dragged under the sea of dangerous thoughts; slowly, he felt himself unable to tread water, losing the ability to care.

And then a hand grabbed the top of his head. The hand yanked him up a bit, making the composer hiss as he reoriented himself to reality. A quiet murmur replied, the hand stroking his hair now. Toya sighed quietly, melting into the touch.

“You alright?” He felt Akito’s presence settle beside him on the seat’s armrest. “Anything I can do?” Toya smiled, leaning into Akito’s side.

“This is enough.” Toya replied, the storm in his mind already settling to calm seas once more. He felt Akito hum in reply, and then the hum turned into a song. Toya melted even further into Akito’s touch, feeling the familiar fog creep into his mind and quiet everything around him. The fog wasn’t new in his life but not necessarily old—an outcome of the full trust he put in Akito, trust so deep and true that he gave Akito his life, his body, his very function of thought over to his partner. Akito could give it back and Toya could ask for it back, but Toya didn’t want it back right now.

That familiar feeling swelled up in his bones, the feeling he’d experienced when Toya sang for the first time. He grabbed onto the few dangling pieces of his coherency and sang out with Akito, their voices mixing together to create a lullaby capable of sending Toya into a deep fog, lethargy cradling his body gently and safety encasing his mind. The last coherent thought Toya had was— ---+---+--- His mother was not a musician like the rest of the Aoyagis. How she and her husband had gotten together—heck, how they’d managed to even stay together!—Toya will never know. But one specific memory he has of staying at the estate was long before he considered running away and rebelling, seeking out a new path in life. The memories are foggy from age, but he remembered the key notes well enough: his brothers playing an upbeat melody on the piano together, his father accompanying them on the violin; his mother grabbing his small hands and smiling at him, asking him to dance with her. He remembers dancing joyously with her, laughing and giggling alongside her and his brothers, and seeing his father smile.

Just like a song, the notes faded from his ears, and the brightness of the memory dimmed from his mind. His brothers moved away, his father’s grip tightened on his chains, and his hands couldn’t reach for his mother anymore. But as the light of the past dimmed, just like the next song in a playlist or the next season in a show, another light appeared from behind him. He closed his eyes, letting the melody of brighter, happier days wash over him—days of dark streets, singing his heart out. Alone, then with one partner, then with three; as time flew past his eyes, he felt his feet beginning to move, to take him through the waltz of life. He heard the tune that materialized his feelings of moving forward, picking up his broken shackles and turning them into a song; he heard the song he’d written with his own two hands, the song that his partners had heard and immediately wanted to sing, experiencing that burning passion that Toya felt the day he discovered the tip of street music. The soft melody with the soft lyrics, conveying emotions unable to be conveyed through words.

As his feet took him through a dance he knew by heart, having never danced it before, he felt hands—warm, calloused, and yet gentle and careful—take his, joining him in his waltz. Toya slowly peeked his glimmering silver eyes open—

—letting the tune being played wash over him. He smiled at Akito, then continued to sing his very own song out loud. They let go, and he noticed An and Kohane beside him, smiling at him; from Kohane’s phone, MEIKO joined them in their song.

Kohane sung her line, soon joined by Akito in harmony. Then, MEIKO sang, followed by An, followed by Akito, before the group harmonized out of their intro. Toya sang again, taking a few dance steps with Kohane as she sang, then splitting from her to dance in step with Akito as his lines came on. He split off from him as well, singing by himself before Akito and An came up from behind him. MEIKO took her lines, accompanied by Kohane and Akito, before the latter two and An took each others’ hands and sang proudly, smiles on their faces.

Toya smiled alongside them, then reached for Akito; his partner took his hands, leading them back into their dance. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see An and Kohane dancing alongside them. As MEIKO took her lines again, the group partially split from their partners for the previous trio to sing again. Then Akito pulled Toya back in, easily taking the lead between the two of them while also allowing Toya his mind intact. Kohane sung after the boys, Akito backing her at the end, letting Toya glide away from him as he sung his lines; he sang from the bottom of his heart, letting his feelings overtake his voice to properly convey everything he’d put into lyrics, into this song. Beside him, he felt his partners come to his side, preparing themselves for the chorus.

Akito and Toya took the lead, MEIKO singing alongside them, before the VIRTUAL SINGER dropped out and let the two girls take her place. Toya smiled, dancing in perfect sync with his partners, a rehearsed portion of their song blending its way with the unrehearsed waltzes; the feeling of needing to sing bubbled its way to Toya’s voice, and the musician couldn’t help but sing louder and prouder, and couldn’t help but smile wider when he heard his partners match his power and fire.

An stepped forward, taking her line. Toya followed with his own line, and MEIKO after him; the group laced their hands together, bringing them up to shoulder-height and smiling at one another as they sang in unison. An sung again, and Toya too; Kohane and MEIKO took the last line together. An slid behind Toya, vocalizing her background harmonies as she placed her hands on his shoulders, the swaying touch telling him you’re here and we’re together forever. Akito sang loud and proud, his hand grabbing one of Toya’s and the look in his eyes telling Toya I’m proud and want to stand by you forever. Kohane took his other hand as her voice sang out her line, her eyes conveying to the silver-eyed musician I’m grateful to have you by my side, now and forever. Toya closed his eyes, unable to keep his emotions—both the dark and oppressing and the bright and joyful—from overflowing from his voice and tears as he sang the last line. An’s voice echoed over him as the others, one by one, joined with her in ending the song. The notes of the song drifted off, before finally leaving the apartment in silence.

The four of them stood there in silence, simply hugging each other as they let the intensity of the moment slowly drift into calm waters once more. Toya took a deep breath before spinning on his heel, startling all three of them, then gathering them into a tight hug. There was a squeak from Kohane and a grunt from Akito, but An was the first to hug back, laughing joyously into his ears. Kohane soon followed, then joined by Akito and finally Toya himself. And if anyone noticed the tears streaming down Toya’s face—happy, joyous, bright tears, tears that told his partners what his melody and lyrics could not—they didn’t say anything, simply holding onto each other as if the boat they were in was due to sink at any moment.

The last thought Toya had before the fog that often lingered around Akito faded into his head once again, bringing a new wave of tears with it. His past had shackled him, weighed him down for years, but with his partners by his side, he was able to not only remove the shackles on him, but was able to pick them up again, turning them into a song full of life and emotion. A song that he could sing with pride and with people he truly cared for and trusted.

And here, it was here, in their arms, Toya knew without the shadow of a doubt—with their voices, together as one in harmony, he would never be alone.

#zero thoughts #zero words #project sekai #proseka #pjsk #prsk #fanfic #writing #aoyagi toya #toya aoyagi #vivid bad squad #vbs #polysquad #shinonome akito #akito shinonome #shiraishi an #an shiraishi #kohane azusawa #azusawa kohane

13 notes · View notes

artanddaddyissues · 2 years

Note

*cough*Are you sure that’s me stalking and not my doppelgänge?? / jk

Am doing great, besides the fact i am only going to be here until 3rd of April. WHY AM I IN MY ARCANA PHASE AGAIN AT SUCH A LATE TIME HHH.

Also, I might request some angst headcanons. Maybe someone being dead? Idk shha

Okay 1. ITS OKAY I joined late too, welcome to the club sis 💕

And 2. You. Are. Evil. But I will definitely do some angst for you. I secretly hope you CRY when you read this angst.

What the M6 do, when you die

Heads up: gender neutral pronouns for reader, M/C is yellow, very angsty, read at your own risk, mentions of mental health issues (anxiety, depression, etc…)

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"not... again..."

absolutely distraught, can no longer sleep, eat, think for himself, walk, breathe... etc.

Half his heart has gone, for good. Many times he contemplates sacrificing himself or other people in exchange for you to come back.

"I can bring them back again, right?"

shop closes for an extended amount of time, the baker starts to worry about him, the others regularly check in on him. He spends most of his days in his gate and the realms in hopes to contact you.

It takes him almost a year to leave the shop and care for himself again.

He curses everything and becomes pretty hostile for a while. Trust issues, anger, depression, everything sky rockets in the worst ways possible, and you aren't there to bring him back to his old self.

Asra needed you all the time. He missed your laugh, your touch, your aura. Living life without your presence made him feel like there was no point to living.

forgets how to function, in the worst way possible.

"Julian, when was the last time you ate?" "I can't remember...”

Walking disaster. He gets drunk more often, there isn’t a moment when he’s sober.

Asra checks in on him at least once a week since he knows how bad Julian can get.

He closes his clinic and tries to stay hidden from the others. He pushes everyone away, in fear of losing someone else.

This isn’t the first time he’s lost someone but, this one hurts the most.

You were the air he breathed. He missed giving you dramatic, romantic speeches and other little things.

He tries to tell Asra to teach him magic, in hopes of contacting you again through the magical realms, “maybe the fools realm.” “The realms are dangerous without-“ “I’ll take any risk to see them again.”

He looks at the collection of love letters, paintings, drawings, photos, anything to keep your face engraved into his mind.

Vesuviua mourns with her. Nadia has been such an incredible leader and so the city mourns when she loses you. I’m a way, the city lost you too, you did a great deal of good for the people of Vesuviua.

“I’ll find you in another lifetime, my dear.”

Like Asra, she knows how the magical realms work. Instead of sleeping each night, she travels to the realms to try and find you. She swears, she's getting close.

Everyone around her is understanding. the entire city saw how incredibly happy you both were together.

She is back to being alone again. Truly alone. Yes she has the others but you... you were there for her every moment of every day. Every breath she took, you were beside her. She had almost forgotten what is was like to be alone, thanks to you.

She dreads waking up and is always in a bad mood after another unsuccessful night of trying to find you.

Has a memorial statue of you in the gardens, facing her private balcony and she cries every time she looks at it.

"I need you back..."

Sobbing for weeks, never leaving his wing, punching holes through his walls, not taking care of himself...

He’s not angry after a few months but sad. He was very angry in the beginning, when he felt like he could have done something, but you can only convince yourself you’re useful so many times.

6 months after your passing, he treks to your home town to hold a proper burial for you.

The people around him in Vesuvia find it hard to see him like this. He could be a threat to anybody but they understand how much you affected him, so they all offer as much support as they can.

You taught him how to be a better person and without you reassuring him each day, he can only hold onto your words and do things he thought was right

he tried his hardest to stay strong in public but it was hard. He wanted to look strong always but the first few weeks were rough.

"Me and Pepi miss you... so much."

She buries you around her cottage, in a secluded corner. She watches every day, the tree you were buried under, grow and prosper. Little white and yellow flowers bloom in the spring and last the whole year.

Nadia gives her as much time off as she needs.

Now, Pfeels completely useless without you though.

The little things hurt the most. Waking up to you changing Pepi's litter, cooking only for one person again, not having any help in the garden, seeing all your clothes in the closet...

"It's okay Pepi..."

Julian visits almost every night for the first few months. He always comes ready to tend to Portia and make her feel as well as she can feel.

"This isn't happening"

he spirals into a long, very angry stage of denial. He can't accept the fact that you're gone when it feels like he just got you.

He makes a vow to himself, to never get attached to another person again in fear of losing them.

he blames himself all the time. "Muriel stop..." "I could have done something.

He can never go back to the person he used to be, because you changed him for the better but now you aren't around to see him anymore. And that kills him inside

Asra is over almost every night.

Inanna has had to pull Muriel out of bed for weeks on end.

He knows you would want him to continue living but its too hard without you there.

He and Asra venture through the realms to try and find you. Muriel is determined.

429 notes · View notes

rising-volteccers · 10 months

Note

I have a prompt for Friede. He gets sick but he's the last one to notice. Like everyone is taking care of him in their own way.

Thank you very much for sending this prompt! I'm currently sick myself and wrote this all in one go while medicated and sporting a 102F fever. I suppose I just wanted to make him suffer alongside me hhh...

Anyways! Hope it's still an enjoyable read! I think this is the longest piece I've written thus far so I'm pretty proud of it still haha!

Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Friede, Cap, Murdock, Mollie, Orla, Liko, Roy, Ludlow

Waking up that morning, Friede found himself struggling to sit up. His body felt heavier than usual, though he supposed that was expected when he took night shift for the past couple of days. Manouvering the ship through a storm, battling strong winds and dipping temperatures took a lot out of someone. At the very least his crew didn’t lose too much sleep over it, especially the children.

Cracking a huge yawn that he barely covered, Friede went through his usual routine at a more sluggish pace. He briefly forgot where he kept his goggles and he almost exited the room without tying up his hair. Cap gave him odd looks throughout it all but aside from a questioning noise, he scampered up his shoulder as he headed to the dining area.

By the time he entered, everyone was in the midst of digging into the wonderful breakfast spread Murdock put out. He barely stifled another yawn when Orla greeted him with, “Morning sleepyhead. Thought you were gonna skip breakfast there.”

“Mm? Nah, I would’t miss it without someone getting on my case about it,” he replied with a cheeky little grin at Mollie, who merely raised an eyebrow at him. Friede ignored her sudden interest as he took a seat at the end of the table.

Friede wasted no time in pouring himself a mug of coffee. With how tired he felt, he needed a bit more caffeine in his system. The first sip made him pause, and he pulled the mug away to scrutinize the dark liquid.

“Hey Murdock, did you use a different coffee blend?”

Murdock looked up from his own plate. “Hm? Nah, it’s always been the same. Why, it tastes weird to you or something?”

Huh, if nothing changed, he supposed it was his taste buds being weird for some reason. Oh well, nothing that he couldn’t drink. Friede gave an airy wave that made Murdock stare at him for awhile longer before he passed the bread basket to Roy.

With a half mug of coffee in him, Friede found himself lacking a bit of appetite which he chalked up to his tired state. His stomach felt a little weird after a piece of toast and a few berries so he decided to stop before any accident could occur.

“That’s all you’re eating?” Orla commented as he drained the rest of his mug.

“Yeah. Guess I’m not as hungry as I thought,” he replied, once again stifling a jaw cracking yawn. As he rubbed his eye with a finger, he missed the way his crew exchanged glances with one another.

“You feeling alright?” Murdock asked, sounding oddly cautious.

“Yeah, probably just all those late nights catching up. Nothing that going to sleep earlier tonight couldn’t fix.”

Suddenly feeling a little stifled from the attention he garnered, Friede stood up from his chair–placing a hand on the back of it to steady himself through a brief wave of lightheadness.

“Hey–”

“I’ll catch you guys later then,” he spoke quickly, flashing them all his usual smile before turning on his heel to exit the dining area. Cap quickly finished his own food, cheeks stuffed and then dashed after him.

That was a little weird, admittedly. His crew stared at him like he had two heads at the end. Couldn’t figure out why but oh well, maybe that was a one time thing. Friede paused to allow Cap a chance to settle on his shoulders again. It was his turn to do some chores today so he might as well get to it now if he wanted to nap later.

–

After he cleared the table and washed the dishes with Roy’s help, Murdock went to the cabinet to pull out a tea caddy. He opened the lid to check what blends he still had left. Only he, Liko and Mollie really enjoyed tea while the rest were coffee drinkers (or in Roy’s case, a Tapu Cocoa fiend). He rarely made tea for those outside their little group but he figured it was necessary today.

Murdock knew that Friede wasn’t feeling well. If his sluggish nature wasn’t a tell, then his lack of appetite spoke of an uneasy stomach. While Friede couldn’t match Roy’s huge appetite (typical for a growing boy and one where Murdock encouraged), the good captain usually ate his fill before going about his day.

The chef took out the honey jar as well as a half cut lemon from the fridge. While he waited for the water to boil, he took out a red thermos from a different cabinet. Rarely used seeing that he was more than happy to make the crew something from scratch but one that should fit his purpose right now.

Within twenty minutes, he exited the kitchen with the thermos in hand, filled with a blend specifically made for uneasy stomachs. Murdock found Friede and Cap quickly enough; it was his turn to mop the deck, which he found him to do with slow, sluggish swipes.

Swallowing down the flare of concern, Murdock called out, “Hey Friede!”

Friede nearly dropped the mop in surprise but he straightened up with a tighter grip, then turned around to regard him with a semblance of a pout.

“What’s with the attempted heart attack so early in the morning?” he grumbled. Another check towards his unwell state was him being a little testier than usual.

“Sorry. I just wanted to give you something. Here you go.” Murdock handed Friede the red thermos. At the questioning look, he gave a disarming smile, keeping his voice light. “It’s honey lemon tea. I’m slowly using up what we have left before we restock in a few days.”

“Okay? Thanks I guess.” Murdock knew him well enough to not take the somewhat dismissive response to heart. Likely confused when his brain wasn’t running on all cylinders, not to mention the choice of beverage given. Coffee or Tapu Cocoa were the go-to more than a whole thermos of tea.

“No problem. I’d appreciate if you could give it a try later and give me some feedback on it. Wanted to see if the ratio I put works or not,” he added. By framing it this way, Friede would find himself obligated to do so, which Murdock hoped involved him taking a break whilst drinking it.

“Yeah sure.”

“Right, I’ll leave you to it. I’ll see you around lunch then.” Murdock didn’t stick around after that. Had he tried to push more, Friede might get defensive, stubbornly loveable fool that he was. The chef decided to make a hearty soup for lunch to see if his captain could stomach it later.

–

“What’s on your mind Liko?” Roy’s question startled the girl out of her thoughts. She jumped a little in her seat, spooking Sprigatito who fell off her lap in turn. She spent a few minutes apologizing to her starter before answering Roy, who looked a bit guilty after that.

“I’m sorry for startling you. I didn’t think you were so out of it,” he apologized, hugging Fuecoco tighter to his chest.

“N-No it’s fine! I was… mm, I was thinking about earlier.” Liko replied, shifting to the side so Roy could take a seat seeing that she piqued his interest.

“What about earlier?”

“You know… how tired Friede looks.” Having been a part of the Rising Volt Tacklers for awhile now, Liko had time to observe the crew’s habits and behavior, storing everything into her little mental file cabinet. She knew that Friede’s sluggishness was unusual for the seemingly upbeat guy. At least, he’d try to hide if he felt off on account to avoid worrying others.

“I guess you’re right. I don’t think I’ve seen him yawn so much during breakfast! That’s usually my thing!”

Liko giggled at his words, though her expression drooped into a more thoughtful one. “Yes, which is why I think he’s not feeling 100% right now. And he’s either not admitting it or he doesn’t think much on why he’s feeling so tired. A-At least that’s what I think.”

Roy tilted his head, so much so that Liko could practically see the gears turning. “I think you’re right. I remember Orla mentioning once that he’s a stubborn, lovable oaf of a man that thinks he needs to shoulder everything himself!”

She blinked in surprise at that. She hummed, fiddling with a lock of her hair. “I-I see. I think you should avoid mentioning that to either of them…”

“Hm? Yeah, alright.” Roy hugged his Fuecoco once more. “So… do you think we should help him?”

Liko nodded, swinging her legs. “Yeah! I think we should! Maybe he’d feel better if he gets some more rest. It’s his turn to do most of the chores today I believe.”

“We can help him out with that so he can go take a nap or something.” Roy had a huge grin on his lips, hopping up from his seat. “What are we waiting for?”

Liko quickly got up to join him, leaving Sprigatito to curl up and nap on the couch for the time being. The two kids hunted down their mentor until they spotted him carrying a basket of laundry, heading towards the back of the ship where they hung them out to air dry.

“Hey Friede!” Roy called out. Liko saw the way Friede startled, almost dropping the basket before his grip tightened at the last second. She quickly joined Roy to stand at his side.

“Liko, Roy,” he began slowly, eyes narrowing slightly. “Did you need something?”

The kids exchanged a quick glance before Liko stepped up to answer. “W-We were hoping if we could… um, swap chores today!”

“Yeah!” Roy was quick to follow up, steamrolling through whatever response Friede might have said. “We have plans to do some training tomorrow so we were hoping if we could do our chores today to have some free time tomorrow!”

“Training?” Friede sported a questioning look but Liko took note of the fact that it wasn’t an immediate dismissal.

“Y-Yeah! We… wanted to get more practice on battling so we can help defend our home if stuff happens.”

Liko resisted the urge to squirm from Friede’s assessing gaze. Roy wasn’t as nearly affected but she had a feeling the boy too waited with bated breath for a verdict. At last something in Friede’s eyes softened, and he sighed.

“Well, I guess I can take over your chores tomorrow. Make sure to inform Mollie about the change, alright? Don’t need her coming after my neck for foisting off work onto you two…”

Liko had a feeling that they weren’t supposed to hear that last bit. She chose not to say anything aside from carefully grabbing the laundry basket from him. Friede sighed once more, regarding the pair with a half smile.

“If you want to practice with Cap too, let me know. I’m sure he’d be up for it.”

“Y-Yes, thank you!” she responded, injecting as much enthusiasm into her voice. Liko supposed training was on tomorrow’s agenda. Hopefully Sprigatito would be up for it.

“Yes! Me and Fuecoco are ready for the challenge!”

“Alright, alright.” Friede covered his mouth from an abrupt yawn that sneaked out. He ran his fingers through his hair, then stood up straighter. “If you two need me, I’ll be at the captain’s deck.”

“Okay!” She clamped down the urge to add I hope you’ll feel better soon!

The two kids watched Friede walk away and up the small steps until he disappeared into the room.

“You think he’s going to nap?” Roy asked.

“Mm… I hope so.” Liko eyed the laundry in hand. “Come on, we better go hang this up while the sun’s up.”

“Okay!”

Liko hoped that Friede would feel a little better with some rest, knowing that Roy too shared her sentiment.

–

Ludlow slowly pushed the door to the captain’s deck open. Peeking his head inside, he found Cap staring inquisitively at him before recognition flashed in his eyes once his gaze landed onto the folded blanket in his arms. The Pikachu raised a paw at him, forming a little thumbs up.

“Don’t mind me,” he uttered softly. Ludlow shuffled his way inside, steps light in comparison to the soft snores escaping the young captain’s lips. Once he reached the large chair, he took a moment to observe Friede.

Being a fisherman by trade and at heart, he knew to be patient whilst keeping his senses open for even the slightest of changes. Be as still as a calm lake, hand ready to reel in the moment his lure caught something. Ludlow of course applied this in his everyday life, too.

Thus without it being explicitly stated, he knew that the rest of the youngsters were looking after their ill captain. He knew why they’ve yet to outright state it to his face; Friede could be infuriatingly stubborn, insisting that he was fine despite feeling otherwise. Ludlow supposed it matched his ambition at least. One couldn’t have thought of converting his fishing boat into an airship without being strong-willed and just a little eccentric.

Still, he personally believed that there was a time and place for everything. Friede truly was lucky to have such caring people in his life. Ludlow didn’t exactly place himself in that circle, preferring to continue his observation of these youngsters from his spot day in and day out.

Carefully, he unfolded the blanket before draping it over the slumbering captain’s form. Ludlow could do nothing about the rather uncomfortable position he slept in without the risk of waking him up but he did his best to tuck the blanket in. Cap too assisted him, using his paws to tug the blanket higher up.

Friede remained fast asleep throughout it all. Ludlow eventually took a step back, shared a knowing nod with Cap before shuffling his way out of the room.

–

Orla toiled the morning away within the engine room but her mind drifted every so often towards a certain someone on this ship. She didn’t let any of those thoughts affected her work as she didn’t want to worry the Pokemon that assisted her. By the time she emerged from the hot room around lunch time, she was free to ruminate about that stubborn, loveable oaf they had for a captain.

She knew that Mollie and Murdock shared similar thoughts during Friede’s time at breakfast earlier. All of them knew him well enough to know that he either refused to acknowledge his ill state or he didn’t connect the dots.

Friede was a brilliant man, that Orla won’t deny. His plan to fashion an old fishing boat into an airship was successful mostly due to her work but the layout he presented helped with the foundation. Orla built around his vision until they had a home in the sky, soaring high and free.

As intelligent as he was, the guy could be fairly dense in keeping track of changes to his body. Sometimes he actively hid that fact, believing that he could handle it by himself until one of them had to drag him by the ear to Mollie. Other times, it just didn’t click that maybe, just maybe his body wasn’t feeling all that well.

Orla had a feeling that it leaned more towards the latter this time. He wasn’t as defensive, though his exhaustion may have tempered it down. Regardless, his infuriating stubbornness likely remained, as it won’t even if his brain actively cooked itself. Thus Orla would give him a bit more time to come clean before dragging him to the infirmary.

In the meantime, she went to freshen herself up for lunch. Worrying about that knucklehead made her hungry, so she wasted little time in carving herself a spot at the dining table. Murdock informed them that soup and sandwiches were today’s menu. Orla lacked any doubt that it was in consideration for Friede.

Who, as lunch progressed remained absent. Liko and Roy exchanged glances, while Murdock looked like he wanted nothing more than to get up from his seat. Ludlow and Mollie ate on as usual but she took notice on the way Mollie tapped a finger on the surface, signalling her rising ire and worry.

Orla bit back a sigh. She quickly finished up her meal, then declared to the table that, “I’ll go check up on Friede.”

It felt like the table collective exhaled a relieved breath. Murdock flashed her a grateful smile while the kids exchanged soft smiles with one another. Mollie looked up, quiet but her eyes sent a clearly defined message.

Let me know what happens.

The engineer dipped her head once, then stood up from her chair.

“He was napping in the captain’s deck last time I checked,” Ludlow spoke up, surprising them that he knew in the first place.

“Oh, so he did get some more rest…” She barely picked up on Liko’s muttered words prior to her exit from the dining room. Her steps were collected as she made her way up the steps to the deck.

Orla opted to enter without knocking. Her entrance drew Cap’s attention, who looked a little relieved. Her heart rate sped up slightly as she closed the distance between the door and the captain’s chair.

Taking one look at Friede, she knew why Cap reacted that way. Putting aside the uncomfortable position he fell asleep in, she spotted the dusting of red high on his cheekbones. Sweat dotted his forehead, easily revealing a fever once she pressed the back of her hand against it.

She hated being right in this situation. Orla pulled out her Rotom Phone and sent a quick text to Mollie to prepare the infirmary since she was bringing a fever stricken idiot there within the next ten minutes. After that, she gently placed a hand on Friede’s shoulder and gave it a little shake.

Friede groaned, looking like he was trying to free his arms from the blanket in order to swat her hand away. Orla gave a harder shake, this time punctuating it with, “Hey Friede, come on wake up.”

Eventually hazy yellow eyes opened, and he blinked in confusion for a few seconds before they settled onto her face.

“Orla…?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Come on, I’m taking you to the infirmary. You’re sick,” she stated promptly. Before his ill timed stubbornness kicked in, she needed to make decisions so that he only had time to react and not think.

It took a bit of effort for Orla to pull Friede to his feet. She had to shoulder the sudden weight pressed against her, his deep heavy breaths spoke of a sudden wave of lightheadness that he tried to get in control of. She gave him time to stand a little steadier on his feet, then with an arm around his waist for support, she started to guide her sick captain towards the infirmary.

–

Mollie had things prepared by the time Orla and Friede came stumbling in. She wasted little time in helping Orla get him on the bed, where he struggled somewhat from the hands that wanted to take his flight jacket off.

“I don’t want you in too many layers,” Mollie spoke, gently gripping Friede’s shoulder as to ground him. She waited until he settled down before starting her check-up.

After Orla left the infirmary, her hands swiftly went from one test to another; checking his temperature, pulse, the inside of his throat when he mumbled about a scratchy throat during her questioning session. Eventually, she came to the conclusion that Friede was in for a few days minimum of bed rest until the worst of the symptoms eased up.

Mollie raised an eyebrow at the mullish tilt to his eyebrows once she gave him the verdict. “I don’t want you to pass out nor increase the chance of spreading this to everyone. I’ll be having my hands full looking after one stubborn idiot.”

“Harsh,” he mumbled, cowering when her eyes hardened. Mollie could be a little cold when someone had the misfortune of igniting her ire. She preferred a cool sense of professionalism rather than allow fear to settle in. Friede genuinely worried her but as the nurse on this ship, she had to keep rational if she wanted him to recover as quickly as possible.

“Am I wrong?” she challenged.

Perhaps something finally clicked into that feverish brain of his as Friede hunched in slightly, eyes darting to the side.

“No,” he admitted. “Sorry for worrying you.”

As much as she wanted to keep a hold of the slight thrum of anger beneath her skin, Mollie simply heaved out a deep sigh, briefly pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I wish that you’d stop hiding when you’re not feeling well, Friede.” Her eyes settled onto his contrite expression. “Do you realize that you’ve got everyone worried today?”

“I, uh, I actually didn’t.” His voice sounded like a child being reprimanded, which she supposed wasn’t far from the truth. “Honest, I just thought I was feeling more tired than usual. But I guess that’s why Murdock gave me that tea, and the kids offering to switch chores with me…”

It took a lot of willpower to not roll her eyes. Honestly, this brilliant man could be so dense at times.

“I don’t know whether it’s better that you’re ignorant or stubborn. Regardless, you’re on bedrest for coming days. I’ll give you some medication to take after you have something in your stomach. Murdock made soup so that should be easy on it.”

“He did?”

“Yes Friede. Everyone noticed you weren’t feeling well–except for you, unsurprisingly.” Her blunt tone didn’t quite match the way she slowly draped a blanket over his form. “Now you’re going to briefly rest here while I have Murdock bring some soup for you to eat. I expect you to eat as much as you’re able to, then take the medicine. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” he mumbled, sighing blissfully once Mollie placed a folded damp rag over his forehead.

Mollie smoothened the blanket once more, her own expression softening somewhat. “Try and get some sleep, alright?”

“Mm…” She supposed that after the fight drained from his body, he couldn’t resist succumbing to some much needed rest. Mollie observed him for awhile longer, then checked her cabinet for the appropriate medicine to give Friede later.

With everyone pitching in to take care of their stubborn, loveable captain, it was her hope that he’d return back to full health before the week was up. Until then, she was in for a whole lot of whining in her immediate future…

Not that she fully minded, she supposed.

#Pokemon Horizons #Pokeani #Professor Friede #Liko (Pokemon)#Roy (Pokemon)#Murdock (Pokemon)#Orla (Pokemon)#Mollie (Pokemon)#Ludlow (Pokemon)#Captain Pikachu #Hana writes stuff #A fun challenge to write multiple POVs aside from Friede's!#I hope I got their voices more or less alright

31 notes · View notes

sailormanrahh · 7 months

Text

INKTOBER 20303 DAY 31-EDN AHAHAHAHAHAHH AHAH H... HAHAER RAHHH RHAHHHREASHDSAH!!!!

Idiots aFUCK YOU Ire infinite And thinkI FINISHE INKOBERing men are numbered Don't I FUCKING FUCKNISHED ITkid yourself This isn't I GUVKINGnews

Let's startHAHAH RAHHRH !!!!!!!!RAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!11 with Tristan BongGRAHAHREAYSHD GR. ... RAHDAHghhh oohhhhohohh. AOOOOOo, alone in the race ConscriptioIM SO SDFDASHUH AUUHHH hhh aUHHHHHHHH!!! RAUUUGHHHHHHH!!!n calling his name One more nightGRAH RGAEHRAG R AHRAH of freedom An heiress hiRAH UUUUUGGG UHHHHU HOOHOHHHHHHOgh up atop the stands

And theOOHHH.... OHOHUUUUU RAHHHH RHAHH!!!! RAHHHHHHHH!!! lines are open That'IM IM ISNDHAUD WHASUD ASIDNSDAs Lucky Star, Eye Sore, Doctor Murphy, Sun Tzu The Clap, MAHAHA. ..ARAAHAHRHAURHAUHAURHAUr. Winner, Spot, Wallace, Mrs. Gonorrhoea Perfect P, DSAYDASU SUFUCK YOU FUCK YO IM AHHR RUU AUUUGUHHeadman Walking, and The Company Favorite

A son hands dad's harUM FI IM GO ING TO FUCKUNG FIP A SESDK IM SO AUUUUGHHH AUUGHFDGDIASI RAOOOUUHUHHH RAOOOOOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOd earned cash to the clerk And she laughs at theIM GOU UUGGG OSDO WOA O IOIII IISDA ADASDIAMSDASU EYES YESU EYS gall of the small guido lips "Put it all on Spot, tYES YESY EShe kid's already won" John Tylеr smeareYESY EYSY ESYS YESAYd with last nights beer Reflеct vomitinUISDU AIIU UHUHHg Chris who dreams his dream is near In the form of ASUUSAU UGUUGIGGGIGIMrs. Gonorrhea

Reporter rAUUGOOGOGOOOeporting the state of affairs Inwardly asksOHOHH... OHHHHH of his prime time hair Why it can't quitWAUUUUHHHOOHOHOHHe rival the manes on these mares The smoothness ciiiii isaio ooasuau HAHAU AUUHA HAUHAUAHAUHUan't compare The gleaming apAHAUHAUHAUHAH AUHAUHA UAHUApliances attract attention The raffle prizeVKLDSFHJDASKJDAs too many to mention Displayed all oveSADHSYAOD9WPOIE JFDHHJSA UGUHUHHr the stadium entrance

HypodermiYASUDHASJD AOOUHHO HOHOc needles Hidden undIIFSUDFUSDDHSDJHDASer a coat sleeves Of sweaty wiseKSAID UHHHUH UHUASD AUWGU!!!!-guy money earning men In search UU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!of the horse to apprehend

The race isIHDKH ASHAHAHAHAH AHHDASHSA about to begin The race is JASUDH ASHUAUHAUHabout to begin

Blondie lockeUASHDASH HAHASUHA UYUF UCKC UFCK FUCK FUCK FUCJZAUA UUGUGH HHUd in 4 Eyes' arms SquirminUASDAS UAUAUHHHHg like a dying fish That's thUUUU OOHHHI IHA W AAHAHAHAHe last I can recall

The raBMBGIMF DK AI IAII!!!!ce was ran Someone JHJAH HAHAHAlost, someone won I came and I stayJKHSD ASIUYHEEL LSOA OLETS GOed and the same ever since, outside The freaks of LETS OGOOOO LETS FUCKING SOthe wilderness, open in spring The time before tGOOO OELTS UFCKime was the time to sing

Unidentified sRAHHHHHH RHASL ETong surging through the brush Transcription futLETS UFCINGF SAODASIUDSAIDUAile, let alone the rush You miss when huUAUUUUUnched and scribbling notes Here no journalisOO....UUUUJJJm is ever in vogue

Despite the attemOOO.....pts of doctors and saints None have recorded its heavenly grace But I stayedIJJUUIIIOOOHH HHHHHH... HHHH HHH, and stayed, and stayed

That race was ran thirty years back And each dayIIHH since the same Peel back the witness of a million catastrophes To see the spotty remnants each has left

I forget in which cups I've pissed From which I can sOOOOUUUtill drink Tonight it's so cold my feet are shrinking Groping around for the sides of my boot

It's no night for the blind With all these sirens I envy the deaf mutes Some killer on the loose again Some idiot at large Some Chinese moose again

An excuse for the sarge No sirens all silent The log cabin's silent No killer either No creeks in the floor Log cabin, what cabin? A shack's all I have

Yes, my cubbyhole's stuffed with skeletons But my neighbours are stuffed with anthrax Where does that leave us?

I came thirty years back From Salafessien, via South Schlagenheim To Sunterum and Sunterime The late Sun Sugar's home town

Buried not far from here My only friend Neighbor, what neighbor?

My shack is all alone This pen, changing lines One line at a time Blindness? What blindness? Sweet blindness

A little laughter, a little silence A little magic, a little kindness A little all over me, yes me

The first, the last, the everything No trace of anything No sin, no life, no fun, no time, no any-fucking-thing No one, no yes, no house, no shack, no A, no B, no C, no et cetera No one, no two, no et cetera No school, no life, no work, no time, no book No art, no point, no truth, no use, no friend No know, no knot, no hole, no birth, no end, no real, no fake

No king of this useless nameless non-land No end to this nothing nonsense non-song No day set for my saviors arrival, to carry me far Across green waters, above the sky or below the depths Among the white cloud or red steppe

Or to fly forever in-between ends Or in-between in-betweens Or in-between no-between Or no nothing, no saviour, no journey, no end A thousand years of no nothing hiding from nothing

No reason to hide sins or reason not to sin No reason to pretend No reason to pretend there is not no reason

Oh, yes Blondie ran on the track 4 Eyes got stuck in the rail The reporter was caught getting sweaty in the stable Blondie gone, 4 Eyes gone, Guidos gone, Clerk gone, Chris gone

Tristan Bongo the man who never left Tristan Bongo never left Still here I stayed

The clown can be a martyr The whore can be an angel

The hack becomes a master The crass becomes divine The infinite, infinitesimal

And all sins irrepressible

No use digginHI GUYS . Hello all. i just want to say that i fucking did it guys i fucking did it i fucking finished inktober i can finally top stdrawing now i can stop drawing im so proud of myselfg holes to hide The rupture comes and leaves no stone unturned

So don't wish for anything

The clown can be a martyr The whore can be an angel

The hack becomes a master The crass becomes divine

The infinite, infinitesimal All sins irrepressible

#art #artists on tumblr #my art #original art #digital art #sketch #oc #inktober #doodle #inktober2023 #oc art #original character #i fuckign id it gs #i fucknig #i fucking did it #lets fucking fod #ahhhH!!! auuuguig

8 notes · View notes

scarlett-vixen · 2 years

Note

okok sorry if this is too specific, but i’ve been having SO much brainrot about this lately. so i have this blanket, and i’ve literally slept with it since i was born. i have to keep it with me at night or else i get no rest whatsoever lol. it’s honestly my most prized possession. i’ve cried into it when i’m sad, i’ve brought it on vacations, and it always calms me down. to further illustrate just how important this blanket is to me, one time my mom suggested that i get a new blanket and i literally cried at the thought of getting rid of it.

HHH anyway, i was wondering if you could do some hcs of the bros with an MC who has a comfort object that’s really precious to them. maybe they have a bad day and MC gives them the comfort object as a way of saying “i love you, i trust you completely and i want you to feel better.” if you don’t want to do all the brothers, just beel would be great :3 (again sorry if this is too specific but i love your writing sm)

Hello nostalgia is that you??? Anon you pulled a core memory from my brain I totally forgot about!!! I used to have a comfort blanket when I was little also??? And a stuffed cat that I could NOT sleep without, both of them are at my moms house now and I deeply miss them sometimes :( ANYWAY this was so cute I had to do something for it immediately!!! I chose three brothers who I felt would need a comfort item themselves lmao I hope this is what you wanted 💖💖

❤️MC with a comfort item + sharing it with the brothers (Beel, Mammon, Levi)❤️

BEELZEBUB

Beel is typically one of the happiest brothers, it’s rare to find him upset, but sometimes he has trouble sleeping at night. Many times he’s come to you looking for comfort after a bad nightmare or just someone to hang out with until he can fall asleep again.

• The low grumble of his stomach woke Beel from his slumber. It had been a rough night, tossing and turning for the majority of it, finally falling asleep about three hours before his alarm was supposed to go off. The sixth born sat up and pulled off his covers only to find your blanket covering his lap, in a panic he searched his bed to see if you were being crushed underneath him. He later found you in your room and returned the blanket.

“I’m not sure how this ended up with me but I know you need it, sorry I had it somehow…” He apologized.

“Oh! I gave it to you last night, I was passing by to get a glass of water and heard you having another nightmare. I decided you needed it more than me so I covered you with it!” You replied.

Beel’s heart fluttered, the fact that you would give him your blanket just so he could sleep better meant the world to him. He would make sure to repay you in the future.

MAMMON

Mammon does his best (or so he thinks) to stay out of trouble, however he still finds himself in one of Lucifer’s punishments at least twice a week. He likes to act tough and pretend they don’t bother him, but deep down they’re starting to chip away at him.

• Another failed money scheme and another painful punishment over with, Mammon sat on the floor of your room sulking. You could tell with each punishment he went through a little more of his spirit would break, this one had been particularly rough to the point where Mammon wasn’t even complaining like he normally did. Instead, he sat on the floor next to your bed with his knees tucked into his chest and a pout on his face. You tried talking to him but he just shrugged you off, so you did the only other thing you could think of.

“What’s this?”

“It’s my blanket!”

“Well yeah I know that! I meant why are ya givin it to me?” The second born held your blanket in his hands and gave you a puzzled look.

“When I feel bad or if I need to cry, my blanket usually makes me feel better, even if it’s just crying into it.” You answered with a meek smile. “I thought maybe you could hold onto it for a while and it might make you feel better.”

“The Great Mammon don’t need a blanket to feel better!” He stated as he pulled your blanket in close to his chest. It smelled just like you, and you always made him feel safe. “But I’ll hold it if it makes you feel better.” Tears were already forming in the corner of his eyes.

LEVIATHAN

Levi’s social anxiety is known throughout the Devildom, his brothers are well aware and will do their best to look out for him. Sometimes they get sidetracked though and Leviathan is left to his own devices.

• It’s just a small get together! It won’t last more than an hour! It’ll be over before you know it! We’ll be here the whole time to help you! Those were the lies his brothers had fed him over four hours ago before their home was filled with fifty plus demons. Now he was alone in a sea of people he didn’t even know and his brothers were nowhere to be seen. The walls felt like they were closing in, Levi could feel a panic attack coming on, but there was nowhere safe to go. He wanted to retreat to his room but the path was blocked with dozens of demons mingling. He didn’t care anymore, he wanted to be alone, he hated this! Levi made a dash for his room, once there he dropped to the floor in tears. Why did his brothers always insist on things like this? Why would they leave him alone like that? As he cradled his head in his hands, Levi felt something touch his shoulders, he jumped slightly only to find you kneeling next to him.

“W-what are you doing?” He looked at his shoulders and saw your blanket draped over him.

“I knew you were getting anxious so I went to go find this for you, but by the time I got back you had vanished. I figured I would find you here though.” You smiled at him.

Levi knew how much this blanket meant to you, you had mentioned before about your comfort blanket, he always considered getting one himself. Knowing you would give him your blanket at a time like this made him feel better already, you really were his true friend.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me fluff #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #the void responds #help this was so cute I’m so emotional about it :(

116 notes · View notes

kpopsickies · 1 year

Note

can you do a twice snz fic about tzuyu, dahyun and chaeyoung? luv ur fics btww

Sickie: DubChaenTzu

Caretaker: Twice

I will say my knowledge of Twice has grown exponentially since my last Twice fic, so hopefully this one is better.

Chaeyoung p.o.v

"Chae, wake up" I groaned softly at Jihyo's unnies voice, gently pushing her away, I heard her laugh softly. "Chae come on, we have to leave"

"where?" I asked, feeling frustrated not only to be woken up, but also because I felt the dreaded effects of the pollen that had begun to bloom, especially because I noticed my window was open all night. "We have to film some stuff" the leader said, still shaking me. "Ugh, I'm awake, snf, hhh-htchu"

"Bless you" she said rubbing my shoulder, I sat up and rubbed my eyes, which felt itchy and dry. "You alright baby tiger?" Jihyo unnie asked, "allergies" I said sniffling frustrated. "Oh, I should have guessed the pollen has been pretty bad the past day or so. Dubu was feeling it last night" She walked over and closed my window, "make sure you take allergy medicine, especially because I think we're filming outdoors today" This earned a groan paired with a harsh nose rub. Jihyo gave me a sympathetic look, "I'm sorry Chae" I was jealous of the members who didn't suffer like I did.

I finally got ready, the whole process was filled with itchy sneezes, burning eyes, and a growing tickle in my throat from the obnoxious post-nasal drip. Once I met up with my members at breakfast I discovered I wasn't the only one struggling, Dahyun's eyes were red, her nose matching, and Tzuyu was sitting with her nose buried in tissues. "Just in time for breakfast" Nayeon unnie said as she waved me over to the table. I smiled at her. The members all gathered around the table. We started eating breakfast, going quickly to make up time so we wouldn't be late. "heKtcHU ehh-kTCHU" We were startled at the surprisingly loud outburst from the maknae. "Bless you" Tzuyu thanked us, she took a few napkins and blew her nose. "You alright Tzu?" Mina asked, gently patting Tzuyu's shoulder. "Allergies are awful today" Tzuyu said she sniffled. As if to prove Tzuyu's point Dahyun snatched a napkin from the table, "ktchih- hhtcHi- etcHii"

"bless you" The members said together. "Are you both dealing with allergies?" Jeongyeon asked, I noticed her eyes traced over to me

"Chae is too" Jihyo unnie said nodding towards me, I nodded, I took a tissue from my pocket and blew my nose, "all of you guys?" Jeongyeon asked looking between each of us, we nodded in unison. "Should we cancel for today? We're going to be outside for most of the day" Jihyo said, she looked concerned at us. "We'll be okay" Dahyun said, Tzuyu and I nodded, "just a bit sneezy" I said with a shrug. Tzuyu nodded. Jihyo looked unsure, "if any of you start feeling really bad or having trouble breathing or anything like that please tell me right away." She said, her worried leader side coming out. The three of us promised her we would.

After breakfast Sana brought a bottle of allergy medicine and handed it to each of us. "You're taking this"

"But it makes me loopy" Dahyun protested, "you can sleep on the way there" Momo said simply, "I know you don't like it, but you need to take it" Jihyo said patting Dahyun's shoulder. Dahyun pouted slightly but did as she was told and swallowed to pill. But not without a grimace.

We all piled into the car to leave for the filming sight, I was not surprised at how Dahyun almost instantly dozed off. "She might be a bit out of it for the filming." Nayeon said, smiling slightly at the sleeping rapper. Tzuyu sniffled, "unnies do any of you have tissues?" I reached into my pocket only to realize I had already used all of mine. But thankfully Jihyo was prepared and handed a small travel pack to Tzuyu,and then one to me, "remind me I have one for Dubu when she wakes up"

Tzuyu blew her nose, "this sucks!" She said sounding irritated. She sniffled loudly, before bringing the tissues back up to her face, "hhEKTCHU ETCHu! Hh- ehh-TCHU"

"Bless you" we glanced at Dahyun, who didn't even stir. "Ugh" Tzuyu groaned. "Miserable" Tzuyu said simply. "It's awful. I agree" I said, taking my own tissue out, "ktchu hhh- ktchu"

"Bless-"

"Ehtchu- ktchu"

"Bless you"

"Thank you" I said before blowing my nose, which was still quite itchy. "I want a new nose" the maknae said rubbing her nose aggressively. "I don't think-" Sana started to say,

"Shhh, I'm miserable let me be dramatic" The Maknae said groaning. Which earned a laugh from all the members.

We got to the filming location, and the moment I climbed out of the car it felt like I was slapped in the face with pollen, "heTchu- hh- tchu- hhtchu"

"Bless you unnie" Tzuyu said, a sympathetic tone in her voice, she turned away from me and sneezed. "Bless you too" I saw Jihyo watching us with concern. "That's it, I'm rescheduling, you guys can't film like this." She glanced at Dahyun who was half asleep, supported by Momo and Mina. I bit back a laugh when Dahyun nearly fell over when she sneezed thrice. Momo and Mina blessed her. Jihyo had left to find a manager.

She returned, "good news ladies" we all looked at her, "I talked to our managers and after they took one look at you guys" she nodded to the three suffering members, "they agreed to postpone filming. Which is probably a good thing" she said as Tzuyu nearly deafened me with another sneeze. "Bless you" I said rubbing my left ear. "Sorry" she apologized with a sheepish smile. "It's f-hhktchu- etchu - fine"

"Bless you" Jeongyeon said, she ushered the maknae and I to the car. "Once we get back you both with shower to get the pollen off of you"

"What about Dubu?" I asked glancing and very at the sleeping member, she was asleep within a second of sitting down. "She can sleep in the car until you guys are done." Jihyo said, glancing at Dahyun, who was snoring lightly from her stuffed nose. "Mina, Momo, can you guys stay with her?" The two dancers nodded.

I was glad to be back to the dorm, especially when I realized I now got to shower. Tzuyu and I were ushered to the bathrooms. The warm water felt amazing, loosening the congestion.

After getting out I put on clean pajamas and went to the living room where everyone except Dahyun was. "you alive?" Tzuyu asked me, I nodded, "you?" She smiled and nodded. "felt nice to shower" I admitted, taking a seat next to Nayeon. "Same" Tzuyu agreed, she sniffled, "I'm feeling better already" I said, "that's good. There's no way you could have filmed today, any of you" Jihyo said, I agreed.

Dahyun came downstairs, still looking a bit asleep. "You alright Dubu?"

"You drugged me" she said with a groan, she flopped down on the couch, "but you're alive"

"Barely- tchi-" she sniffled, "do you feel better?" Dahyun nodded, "movie night?" She said, her sleepy congestion slurred her words.

"Definitely" Jihyo said, she picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

#twice #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #momo #mina #sana #jihyo #nayeon #jeongyeon #snz #kpop snz

9 notes · View notes

obsidiancreates · 2 years

Note

Descendents of the trio AU:

Hmmm…Space stuck as his ‘Murderverse’ counterpart.

Ok, consider the scenario where Date is up late at night for a glass of water in the kitchen. He senses a presence watching him from behind and turns his head to look. However his expression immediately goes wide-eyed as Murder puts a hand over his mouth, “Shhhh…I’ll be taking that,” The suited criminal murmurs softly. He plucks Date’s water for himself without any hesitation—still light-headed from however he ended here, “Now, where am I?”

Date could see the glint of Murder’s knife in the shadows and for the first time, he was legitimately scared of Space.

Just Murderplier and poor innocent Date as a pseudo-hostage. XD

POOR DATE

At first, he's not even sure it's Space. It's dark, the man is wearing big and dark sunglasses, and yes his voice sounds like Space, but Space also sounds like Heist, and Heist sounds like Illy, and Illy sounds like Date, and Date sounds like Actor, and Actor sounds like Dark, and sounds like Google- there's a lot of people with that voice and face.

At first, he thinks it's someone new, and bad.

"I don't want to get messy," the captor says softly, "So I'll ask again. Where am- guh-"

And the hand pulls away as the man doubles over, gasping, and the universes take a second to rip through him and Date realizes, that's Space.

"Oh, okay, okay-" Date tries to help support Space as he gasps for breath through the attack. "Just- just brea-"

And as suddenly as it began it stops, and without movement now Space- or this other universe's version of him- has Date pinned against a wall, hand over his mouth again, and Date catches glimpse of that knife again-

"I'm the one," Murder-Space says shakily, "Who tells you how it goes. And this is... is wrong." His glasses slip down a bit, showing a faint blue glow to his eyes as the attack persists, as his eyes dart left and right trying to figure something out. "I was in a different house. I was helping my friend make their first kill. Are you a cop? A rival?"

"N-no, I um, I can get my-my uncle, he can-"

"Oh, no no no- hhh-"

Murder-Space doubles over again, and then falls to his knees, heaving for breath as more universe rip through but this one somehow stays, and Date takes his chance to run away and find Dark!

It's Space's worst attack yet, and it's hours before he's actually this universe's himself again and not Murder. And oh, he never gets less confused and overwhelmed, in fact it gets worse and worse the longer it goes on. And it goes on far, far too long.

That's a scary night for the whole family, for a lot of reasons (he keeps getting out of sight and well, apparently in Murder Universe he's incredibly good at sneaking around undetected until the last second). Space gets loved on and spoiled so much when it's all over, in the gentle way needed for his recovery.

#descendants of the trio au #markiplier #markiplier egos #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

14 notes · View notes

themyzzinglink · 16 days

Note

oh you wanna talk motherfucker?! *does this to you*

What motivates you to work hard?

What form of public transportation do you prefer, and why? (air, boat, train, bus, taxi, etc.)

What’s the most spontaneous thing you’ve done lately?

What is your favorite thing about your career?

If you could live anywhere, where would it be?

Who is your hero?

What is your favorite book to read?

What are your hobbies?

What is your biggest fear?

If you could choose to do anything for a day, what would it be?

What is the best gift you have been given?

What really makes you angry?

What is your proudest accomplishment?

If you were a superhero, what powers would you have?

What are two of your biggest pet peeves?

Do you believe in second chances?

What’s been your biggest mistake so far in life and what did you learn from it?

What qualities did you inherit from your parents?

What do you most look forward to about getting old?

Are you passionate about collecting anything?

Awww shit they cast the "start talking, bitch" beam and it hit me like a truck.... Let's fucking gooooo

With my current job I try to work hard to get the mail around in time so I can be home earlier hhh And the money I get of course. But the real hard work will come in August when I start my new education and job and I will work hard to prove to myself that I CAN do it and to learn new things and to build towards a future I like.

Love trains! Busses are nice too but can be too crowded and sometimes make me a little uncomfortable. Once went with the local small bus here (bc my dad drove it) and it was lovely! I love a good long train ride though!

I haven't really done a lot of spontaneous things recently I'm afraid. Did go out today to get new glasses unplanned! I did really need new ones it seemed... Oh and I made a fire and sat by it last night for Beltane! Hadn't super planned that and just went let's just do it!

My favourite thing about my current job is getting to know some people in my rounds, chatting with people in the streets! With my new career idk yet! Probably will be being in nature and working with it!

I would love to live in some more foresty areas, more nature! Maybe somewhere in scandinavia! Though I really don't mind where I live now to be honest. Maybe Scotland or Ireland too?

I don't really have a hero I think! I don't really think of people in that way I suppose, never really thought about it.

I always love reading The Hobbit! Or Mort by Terry Pratchett. Or Murder on the Orient Express. Also Koning van Katoren as a Dutch book.

My hobbies are playing video games, going on walks, watching murder mysteries (and other films and shows), baking and I want to pick up reading again...

My biggest fears revolve around me losing the things I care about most and I don't really want to go into specifics with that. Not my biggest fear, but I can't sleep with my door open hhh

There are so many things I can't do that I would love to for a day... Idk... maybe be an actress in a series I like? Or like a michelin critic...

Best gift ever would be all the slakkies I got gifted over the years heheh. But aside from those the VR headset I got for my birthday one year that my closes friends put money towards. (big thank you still to all of youuuu)

I don't really get angry easily. But I get mad when someone does not take me seriously or keeps making fun of me. Also quite some right wing word views. And a lot of things that are happening in the world right now.

My proudest accomplishment... probably graduating high school. OH no wait it's quitting therapy because it had *really* helped and I didn't need it anymore!

Hmmm I would love to have teleportation powers. But I would probably have powers to give people a good sleep or something. Snork mimimi powers.

Pet peeves! I can't stand loud eating sounds and really dislike being interrupted (sometimes it just happens but if it's often grr)

Okay so I though that I found my biggest mistake but I was wrong so honerable mention: going to uni to study art history. Not because of the subject, I still adore art and museums and art history, but because academic studying is NOT for me. Sure learned that. And learned not to tie my self worth to my academic accomplishments!

Actual biggest mistake was not visiting my grandpa more often when he was alive. Not properly telling him I loved him. Learned to visit my one living gran more often.... Now I just gotta do it and not regret it all when she passes.

I do believe in second chances fullheartedly. It of course depends on how the first chance got fucked, some things I can't give another chance to. But generally yeah! People change! People grow!

Oh my parents and I are all very good at having a great time doing very little. Taking things slow, chilling out. We revel in calmth. Inherited being good with kids from my dad! Inherited my honesty from my mom maybe.

SO many things to look forward about getting old! Seeing the world, meeting people, falling down and getting up! But I legit look forward to being an old lady on a porch looking at the garden. Maybe find someone to spend my life with and be there with them. Making my own family, however that may go. Growing old and not fearing people's judgement, being a weird old prune!

Am I passionate about collecting something.... *profusely sweating* n... nooo... I mean... I have 31 of the same plushie in varying colours and sizes, all with their own names, amassed over the last 20 years... So yeah I collect the slakkies <3 <3 <3

HOO that took me a while but I am very grateful for the ask because I could babble on and on. Thank you, anon! <3 always love chatting away on here heh

#long text #loved these questions #asks #mybb mumbles

0 notes