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tessenpai · 8 months

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Kono Oto Tomare Chapter 127 Scans and Rough TL

Disclaimer: Please DO NOT use this translation to make your own TL of the chapter!! The KOT TL group works very hard to give you the most accurate translation, that does as much justice to the original script as possible. This is a ROUGH translation. That means is faulty and there must be mistakes in certain places. This is just for impatient people like myself to get a grasp on what is going on in the chapter! You can REFERENCE my TL if you want to discuss the chapter but never USE it as it was your own.

Scans:

Page 1

Side text: Welcoming the morning of the decisive battle---

Page 2

Sfx: pipipipi pipipipi

Chika: Ngh...

Page 3

Takezou: Good morning, Kudo-kun. The weather is great.

Takezou: Are you ok? Weren't you able to sleep well?

Chika: Ngh---...

Takezou: We still have time so you can sleep until we really have to get ready.

Page 4

Takezou: I will come wake you up later.

Takezou [thoughts]: Maybe I should close the curtains again---?

Chika: Ah!

Page 5

Chika: Sorry, I was still half asleep.

Chika: Mornin'

Takezou: ----Yeah.

Takezou: Good morning.

Side text: It surely will go well---

Chapter Title: Dear

Page 6

Sane: Finally... it begins now. Today is the day.

Mittsu: Yeah... I feel like I'm gonna throw up my breakfast...

Kota: Stop it! You will stiff up!!

Sane: Let's do the ritual we did before the preliminaries!

Kota: Eh? What was it, again?

Sane: If I remember it right, in your hand over here, there are points that ease the tension if you press---

Mittsu: That hurts, you idiot!! Do it in your own hand!!

Chika: Are you guys really getting nervous this early again? Pathetic.

Chika: Takinami also said it yesterday.

Chika: That we are already the best and incredibly awesome, and we should only have fun now.

Suzuka: I didn't say that.

Page 7

Sane: The hell, what's your deal Chika!

Chika: In my dream, our performance was a huge success

Mittsu: It was only a success in your dreams!!

Mittsu: Isn't that, like, a red flag!?

Chika: Shut up! I already have the image of what our success will look like in my mind!

Hiro: Oh, man. Everyone's already here!

Takezou: Ah, Kurusu-san, Hozuki-sa----...

Page 8

Kota: Wooaah, you both did your hair a bit today!!

Sane: Oh, you're right!

Hiro: It may give us a little boost of energy!

Kota: So cute---!!

Hiro: Thank you.

Takezou: ...Lost the timing to say it...

Suzuka: Ok, everyone's here now.

Suzuka: Is a bit early but let's start moving---

Hiro: So- sorry, wait just a moment...! Just- just this!!

Page 9

Hiro & Satowa: For Momoya-kun and Yoshinaga-kun!!

Mittsu: Aaaah--- these!! Woah

Hiro: In the Preliminaries, Hozuki-chan made us charms! So we thought to give you yours!

Satowa: A received help from Hiro-senpai this time.

Kota: We also brought ours--!

Atsumu: !

Atsumu: I-i-i-i-is it really ok for me to accept such a marvelous thing...

Hiro: Of course! It would make us very happy if you did!

Atsumu: Thank you so much!!!

Page 10

Natsu: ...

Hiro: We thought... that you might be uncomfortable receiving handmade stuff, Momoya-kun, but

Satowa: If you don't want it, it's absolutely fine for you to throw it away...

Natsu: No, I wouldn't throw it away...

Atsumu: Should we put it as backpack keychains?

Natsu: No, I'm afraid to lose it if we do that.

Hiro: !

Satowa: Also, Keishi-san if you'd like... This time we've relied on you so much...

Keishi: Whaat, for real!? You're also giving me one!?

Page 11

Keishi: Woaah-- thank you--!

Chika: ...

Chika[sfx]: Rustle

Kota: I'm sitting with Aki-chan today--

Sane: Wha- We gotta decide that with rock-paper-scissors!!

Kota: First come, first served--

Sane: What the hell, you--

Satowa: Giggle

Satowa: !

Page 12

Chika: Hozuki, sit here today.

Satowa: Blush. Eh-

Page 13

Satowa: Eh, wh- why...

Chika: Just sit here.

Hiro [thoughts]: Kyaaaaaaa-----!!!

Hiro [thoughts]: What what what. Excuse me, Chika-kun----!? What are you doing!!?

Hiro [thoughts]: Woaaah--- Ahhh geez--- that's nice--- That's sooo nice---

Hiro [thoughts]: Both being in love in the National Competition is so nice---

Hiro [thoughts]: Bu- but from here on it's all about the performance!

Hiro [thoughts]: There's no time for me to be jealous!!

Hiro [thoughts]: Gotta keep it together---

Suzuka: Kurusu.

Hiro: Yes...

Suzuka: You have people behind you, move to the back quickly

Hiro: Ah, so- sorry.

Page 14

Hiro [thoughts]: To the back----...

Suzuka [memory]: You might as well make that into your strength

Hiro: Ku- Kurata, can I sit with you?

Takezou: !

Takezou: Of course.

Page 15

Takezou: Would you like to sit by the window?

Natsu: ...

Satowa [thoughts]: I wonder… with what intention did he…

Satowa: I mean, we often together at the venues, too. It's not like there has to be a big reason for it now, but...

Chika: ...About that charm

Page 16

Satowa: Eh?

Chika: When you made them last time, you didn't make one for yourself, Hozuki.

Chika: Did you make one this time?

Satowa: ...Hiro-senpai offered to make me one but...

Satowa: I- I refused...

Chika: Eh? Why?

Satowa: Why, you say...

Satowa [thoughts]: Because Kudo wrote my name in his. That made me so happy, that for me it made it my charm and

Page 18

Satowa [thoughts]: Is not like I can say that to him-!!! I did tell Hiro-senpai, though...

Satowa: It's fine, really.

Chika: ...

Chika: Mhmmmmm. I see.

Chika: ...

Satowa [thoughts]: Wha- what is it?

Satowa [thoughts]: I really don't get it---

Chika: Then I guess you wouldn't want this?

Page 19

Satowa: -----... Tha- that's...

Satowa: Did you make that... for me...?

Chika: ---As- As I thought, you wouldn't really care for it, right!? You wouldn't use it! My bad--

Page 20

Satowa: I would!!!

Page 21

Satowa: I most definitely would... so.

Chika: ...

Chika: Here

Satowa: ...Thank you...

Satowa: Ah, that's right.

Page 22

Satowa: Look! Now it matches yours, Kudo.

Satowa: Wait!

Satowa: Could it be that you also made charms for Momoya-kun and Yoshinaga-kun...!?

Chika: Well, no. I thought you would make theirs this time around as well...

Satowa: I see. That's a relief.

Chika [sfx]: ba-dump ba-dump

Chika [thoughts]: Dangerous... That was sooo dangerous---....

Page 23

Chika [thoughts]: I wanna hug her so bad-----....

Chika: Gonna sleep.

Satowa: Suddenly!?

Page 24

Takezou: Today the weather is so nice.

Hiro: Wha- Ah, yes. The ideal weather to compete!!

Takezou: Ideal to compete! Ahaha

Hiro: ... ...

Hiro: ...Kurata. Um, you see...

Hiro: Only if you'd like, would you...

Hiro: ----Nghh

Hiro: Would you write your name on my charm!?

Page 25

Hiro: I mean, you see- Last time Chika wrote Hozuki-chan's name on his charm and I thought that gave it more power or something... so...

Hiro [thoughts]: Wow this is so embarrassing...

Hiro: Ah bu- but maybe imitating those two would be a bit, you know-

Hiro [thoughts]: Uuuugh--- what am I even saying.

Hiro: Sorry, I said something weird...

Page 26

Takezou: Then, should we exchange charms?

Page 27

Hiro: Ex- Exchange charms with you, Kurata?

Kurata: Only if you'd like, Kurusu-san.

Hiro: I would!!!

Page 28

Takezou: ...Alright. Okay, here's... mine.

Hiro: Ye- yeah! Thank you!!

Page 29

Takezou: Fu

Page 30

Hiro: ---I will protect it with my life!!!

Takezou: Ahaha That's very reassuring. I will do my best as well.

Sane: ...

Page 31

Sane: Should we... exchange ours as well...? Sigh...

Mittsu: Will you protect me...?

Sane: ...If you want...

Page 32

Man: Here

Tougo: Thank you very much.

Page 33

Man: That would be the last one.

Kifune-sensei: Yes. Thank you very much.

Man: I get to send off Ichiei's students every year. But this year is even more amazing.

Kifune-sensei: Amazing?

Man: Yeah. How do I put it..?

Man: Their atmosphere? Or more like an aura.

Man: It's so overwhelming. It's a bit scary.

Page 34

Man: Are they also in peak condition?

Kifune-sensei: Yeah. Of course.

Page 35

Kifune-sensei: Like never before.

Side text: The group of genius koto players is their biggest hurdle to victory---

---Kono Oto Tomare! will continue next month!!!---

#kono oto tomare!#kono oto tomare #kot #sounds of life #stop this sound!#kot!#rough tl #kono oto tomare 127 #kono oto tomare! 127 #kot 127 #kot! 127 #spoilers

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vagabond-umlaut · 3 months

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i wish, i wish, i so fkn wish: the walls were deaf

Chapter 3 of functio laesa Gojo x Fem!Reader; Geto & Reader [platonic]; Canon Divergent AU; Isekai. Fluff & Angst & Drama & Humor; Reincarnation; Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies; Incredibly Self-Indulgent; Eventual Happy Ending; Eventual Friendships & Romance.

This was supposed to be the first part of a much longer chapter, but eh. Blame my exams and my impatience, but please not me, for the early post. ^_^

Chapter warnings: None!

Of the many things to call your new life, you never once thought you might call it boring.

Yet here you are. Three weeks since you were released from the hospital. Following a maid down an annoyingly long corridor. Trying, but not really, to stifle the noisy yawns leaving you at regular intervals. Terribly weary and sleepy like the one currently threatening to erupt from your mouth; except it never does, courtesy of the sudden stop the woman reaches outside a room, eyes darting from the closed fusuma doors to you before dropping to her feet. Appearing so very timid and uneasy.

You wonder if you must roll your eyes in exasperation or simply offer her a kind smile... You decide to do neither. Sliding the doors open, you walk in. Sighing only when they are shut quietly behind. Geto lifts a brow, evidently curious. "You're thirty minutes late. Everything's fine, I hope?"

Does he really hope so?

Maybe. Maybe not. But you choose not to comment on it.

The lavishly furnished living quarters, the banquet-esque meals and snacks, the freedom to move as you please within the mansion, the strained yet incredibly polite behaviour from everyone in his 'family'— you know the man cares for you enough to keep his word and ensure your well-being and dignity in this foreign place. Yet, yet, yet... you know this man to be no one but Geto Suguru, so... Yeah. You don't think you can ever be too sure about him.

"Miss?" Geto calls, pushing your speeding thoughts into a still, none too gently as he presses, "Did something happen?"

"No, not really," You reply quickly, hurried if not by the gravity in his words then certainly by that on his features, "It is just that one maid and her stupid fear of me is all. I wish I could somehow make myself look less scary to her, but more often than not, I just end up getting irritated and dismiss her before saying or doing anything."

Sighing once more, you move from near the door to sit on the zabuton. And frown at the smiling man across. Trying your best to shove a rapidly increasing annoyance behind a mask of confusion. "Did I unknowingly crack a joke, Geto-san?"

"Ah, no, you didn't," He answers, shaking his head. The smile on his face grows into a grin, though. "I was just wondering if the maid ever listened in on any of our little discussions... That might explain her strange fear of you, you never quite know."

This reply mustn't tick you off, no. It's possible, you never quite knowing. No one ever quite knows everything. And that's perfectly okay... Still, you find yourself narrowing your eyes slightly and letting go of the lightest hint of a scoff. "Yeah, sure, you might be right," You shoot back the next instant, resting an elbow on the chabudai and assuming a casual smile, "But I don't think anyone would be scared that stiff by overhearing those BORING ASS discussions– no, interviews you took of me," You correct, letting your smile grow a cheeky sting, "Regarding what not: my personal life, my family and friends, my school, my college, my hunt for part-time work–"

"Besides the fact of you being from a world where we're nothing more than fictional characters, yes?"

You fall silent. First by the way Geto interrupts you, yet again, with his smooth friendly smile. Then by the words he utters, taking a beat to register themselves in your brain— then two more to open the gates for panic to rush into that poor overworked organ of yours. You open and close your mouth once, then twice, before eventually sputtering, "But, but, I never meant to spill that fact! And that was the only thing I spoilt! Accidentally, that too!! It was an honest mistake, plus I was slightly tipsy from the sake, and, and–"

"I did not say that to blame you," The man says, no wonder in an effort to look kind, folding the newspaper neatly and placing it on the table. "I merely stated it as a possibility. One which might have been the reality, given the way you were declaring it for everyone in a ten-mile radius to hear," He finishes with a laugh, probably intended to cheer you up but producing the exact opposite results...

Something claws at the back of your eyes.

Rubbing them roughly, you mumble, "But it was an honest mistake, I swear. And, and–" You drag your eyes upwards from the floor to find his gaze trained on you, carrying a sliver of worry. The clawing sensation worsens behind your eyes, travelling to your throat now. You clench your fists to hide the waver in your voice.

"In case she did hear it, it would mean I'm in danger, right? 'Cause that's some pretty weird and sensitive info. And if people happen to get wind of it... Is my safety compromised here, Geto-san?" You finally give voice to the query tormenting your mind, squeezing every drop of solemnity you have into it and your expression. Totally refusing to reveal the shakiness you're feeling in every molecule of your body right now.

Geto watches you for some time, quiet and thinking... then suddenly stands up. And says, face set in a genial smile, "You wouldn't be too opposed to a bit of training, would you?"

For the first time in forever, you don't feel the need to analyse the words spoken to you. Nor the need to rehearse your words before speaking them out loud. Rising from the floor as well, you send the man a small, but genuine grin.

"Finally, you're talking business, Geto-san."

The maid never heard anything from their conversations. She is simply scared of the Reader's resting bitch face. [Reader doesn't know she has an RBF, though. To her, her resting face looks pretty cute (and sort of indifferent).]

Divider by @benkeibear. Header from Pinterest. I don't own the characters used here.

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 1 year

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Kicho's Main Story Dramatic Epilogue

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support cybird by buying their stories. SPOILERS under the cut. Expect mistakes.

Kicho's subordinate: "Lady Mai."

Mai: "Are they here already?"

Kicho's subordinate: "Yes. They're already waiting for you in the parlor."

Mai: "Okay, I'll be right there."

Stopping what I was working on, I got up from my chair and picked up the clothes hanging in the corner of the room.

(Yup. Everything is good.)

(I hope they'll be pleased this time, too.)

Kicho: "So everything is sold?"

Mai: "Yes. And they also said they would come back again soon."

Mai: "I'll have to come up with a new design as soon as possible."

Kicho: "You're so passionate about your work. No wonder you're so popular."

Mai: "Eh, no. I can't do this job without my customers."

Mai: "And especially you guys. You always help me choose the best clothes!"

Kicho: "I see."

He smiled softly and put the brush down on the desk.

Mai: "Are you done working?"

Kicho: "Yeah. I had less than usual today."

(He said that yet he just finished it now.)

Kicho: "What's wrong? Your expression suddenly darkened."

Mai: "I'm sorry. I haven't been able to help you that much."

Mai: "You're busy because I stopped being your secretary."

Kicho: "Oh, that? I already told you a dozen times not to worry about it."

Kicho: "Since you're busy sewing clothes, there's no need to go out of your way to help me."

Kicho: "Besides, I'm glad it turned out this way."

Mai: "Huh?"

He got up, approached me, and gently took my hand, lightly tracing my fingers.

Mai: "Um, Kicho?"

Kicho: "You have more scars again. You also seem to be working late these past few days."

Mai: "You can tell?"

Kicho: "You're dextrous, so I doubt you'd prick your fingertips this much."

Kicho: "Maybe you did it until late at night and lost focus when you got sleepy."

Mai: "You guessed right. You always see through everything."

Kicho: "I'm closely watching because it's you."

Mai: "Ah..."

He pulled my hand and pressed his lips against my fingertips.

Blushing, he looked up at me and smiled.

Kicho: "You really love your job that you put so much effort into it."

Kicho: "It's one of the things that makes life worth living, so how can I stand in your way for such selfish reasons?"

Mai: "Kicho..."

(He really cares about me.)

(He looks after me and loves me.)

My heart pounded as I kept looking at him, but he took his gaze away from me and looked at the clock.

Kicho: "By the way, you said you'd start tomorrow."

Mai: “Huh?”

Kicho: "I'm talking about work. You'll start designing tomorrow, right?"

Mai: "Yes. I wanted to spend time with you tonight since we haven't been able to spend much time together lately."

Kicho: "I see. If that was your intention all along, then I guess I don't have to seduce you for it."

Mai: "..........."

The words he said made my body tense.

Perhaps sensing this, he let go of my hand, lifted my chin, and kissed me lightly.

Mai: "Nn..."

Kicho: "You're right. We haven't spent much time together lately."

Kicho: "And instead of fading away, my feelings just keep on overflowing."

(Ah...)

He carried me and laid me on the bed while kissing me repeatedly.

Kicho: "Mai."

He leaned in close, brushing a lock of my hair over my ear.

Mai: "Nnn...ngh..."

Our breath mingled as he inserted his hot tongue through my parted lips, and lewd wet sounds echoed in the room.

(We're just kissing, but my whole body feels so hot already.)

(I want more of him.)

My eyelids became heavy as my thoughts melted away, caused by the happiness and heat welling inside me.

(I really love him.)

(I really love Kicho.)

Mai: "No way."

I woke up still feeling dazed as I recalled my blunder last night.

(Please, please let it be a dream.)

(I can't believe I fell asleep.)

The room's owner was already gone, and the sunlight was streaming in from outside the window.

In addition, I could even hear the birds chirping.

(I really fell asleep like that.)

(That was so rude of me一Hmm?)

I suddenly noticed something on the table and got out of bed.

(It's a note. He must have left it.)

(Um, let's see...)

Mai: "Eh!?"

Mai: "Ah! Motonari, this way."

Motonari: "..........."

Motonari sighed as soon as he saw me waving my hand while sitting in the teahouse.

Motonari: "What kind of crap have you brought me today?"

Mai: "It's not crap. I'm really in trouble."

Motonari: "You say that, but it's probably about Kicho. Are you here to brag about your love life again?"

Mai: "Love life?"

Motonari: "You're not aware, huh? In the first place, why are you calling me so casually?"

Mai: "Because I know you'll show up."

Mai: "Please sit next to me. I don't want to stand around talking."

I shifted to the side, and Motonari sat, looking pissed.

Motonari: "So, what is it?"

Mai: "Well, from your perspective, does Kicho look like he's pushing himself too hard?"

Motonari: "Let me ask you something. What made you think so?"

Mai: "He's too kind to me."

Mai: "Look at this."

Motonari: "A note? Ha? What's this?"

Mai: "This is from a few days ago, the morning after I fell asleep on him."

Mai: "And yet, he still wrote an apology for leaving the room first."

Mai: "Moreover, when I returned to my room, he prepared breakfast, clothes, and medicine for my wounds."

Mai: "Isn't it too much? Even though we're lovers, I wonder if I'm making him worry about me a little too much."

Motonari: "............."

Mai: "Motonari?"

Motonari: "What's the difference between this and what you told me the other day?"

Mai: "Huh? Wait, what was it again?"

Motonari: "You said something about him being too soft on you and not being able to keep up with his feelings."

Motonari: "He's not forcing himself or anything. He's just like that to begin with, so get used to it."

Mai: "He's like that?"

Mai: "Do you think I'm the right person for him?"

Motonari: "Ha! You picked the wrong guy to ask that question."

Motonari: "If you don't want that kind of romance, find someone else."

Mai: "Ah! Wait!"

Motonari tried to stand up, but I desperately blocked his way.

Mai: "If I look for someone like that leisurely, my heart will reach its limits in no time."

Mai: "When I expressed my feelings, I had no idea this would happen."

Motonari: "Then go talk to a wall. It'll calm you down if you vent, right?"

Motonari: "Anyway, I have another business meeting. See you later, princess."

Mai: "M-Motonari!"

Not wanting to interfere with his work, I watched Motonari's back as he left.

(Talking to a wall is just so dull.)

(I wish I had someone to talk to.)

Kicho's subordinates, acquaintances, the maids in the trading post, and everyone in the Oda army...

Various faces popped into my head and then disappeared like bubbles bursting.

(This is hard. I guess talking to a wall is better, after all.)

(Oh, right!)

Mai: "So, I bought some souvenirs at the teahouse."

Mai: "I had some rice crackers the other day, and he said they were delicious, so I decided to go with those."

Fuku: "Kicho."

Mai: "Yup, that's right. A souvenir for Kicho."

Fuku, hearing my words, shook her head happily and called out Kicho's name a few more times.

(Fuku really likes to chat.)

(I feel like I've picked the perfect choice.)

Since Fuku often spent time in this room with me during Kicho's business meetings, I thought it would be the perfect place for a secret talk.

Mai: "By the way, Fuku, will you hear me out? The other day Kicho..."

Every time I started talking, Fuku would stare at me with her round eyes.

It was nice to have someone accept my feelings, even if the other party was a parrot.

Mai: "Also, he's so handsome and cool."

Mai: "Wait, I got off-topic. Sorry, I'm just confused by what he said."

Fuku: "............"

I would occasionally feed and pet her head as I talked about Kicho, completely immersed in my new conversation partner.

A few days after I started talking to Fuku...

Kicho: "Mai."

Mai: "Kicho."

As I left the room to get a drink, I bumped into Kicho.

Kicho: "You're still awake?"

Mai: "I just finished working on my designs."

Mai: "More importantly, were you going somewhere dressed like that?"

Kicho: "Yeah. I had some missing materials, so I just came to get them."

Mai: "I see."

(Which means he's still working.)

(I shouldn't hold him back here for too long.)

I felt so happy to see him that I could hardly walk away from the place.

Kicho: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Mai: "Huh?"

Kicho: "Lately, you've been spending a lot of time in your room. I know you're busy with work, but don't push yourself too hard."

Kicho: "If it's just stitching, I'm sure we can get someone else to do it."

Kicho: "If you want, I can arrange for a few seamstresses."

Mai: "No, I'm fine. Thanks, anyway."

(I didn't realize I was spending that much time in my room.)

(He really looks out for me, even though he's busy himself.)

Mai: "Um, Kicho?"

Kicho: "What is it?"

Mai: "If I can help, please let me know."

Mai: "I'm your former secretary, so please don't hesitate to ask me, your lover, for help."

Kicho: "Mai."

(I want to take care of him the way he takes care of me.)

(I want him to think I'm the best partner for him.)

Kicho: "Thank you, but I'll just take that feeling for now."

Fuku: "Kicho!"

Mai: "----!"

Interrupting our conversation, Fuku flew in, flapping her wings, and landed on Kicho's shoulders.

Kicho: "Fuku."

Mai: "Sorry, we were in the same room."

(I probably forgot to close the door, so she got out.)

Mai: "Fuku, come here. Let's go back to my room."

Fuku: "..........."

Mai: "Fuku?"

Fuku: "Kicho."

Kicho: "Kicho?"

Fuku: "Cool! Love him to death!"

Fuku: "Kicho!"

Mai: "F-F-Fu-Fuku!?"

The words Fuku said to Kicho were the words I had recently told her.

(She learned it so well.)

(It's amazing, but now's not the time to show it off!)

Kicho: "Mai?"

Mai: "Y-Yeah. Um..."

Mai: "Can you pretend you didn't hear that?"

Kicho: "Does that mean you don't want me to hear it?"

Mai: "..........."

Flustered, he stroked my cheek and looked between Fuku, who was still repeating the words she had learned, and me.

Kicho: "Looks like you've been a pretty good teacher."

(He totally gets it.)

Mai: “Um, no, that’s not what this is...”

Kicho: “No need to pretend you don’t know, and no need for excuses.”

Kicho smiled more happily than usual and stroked Fuku’s little head.

Kicho: “I thought you’ve been spending a lot of time in your room lately, but you’ve been using Fuku as your companion.”

Kicho: “You probably didn’t expect to see her show off this in front of me.”

Kicho: “I guess you could call this a selection error, or maybe a bird selection error.”

Mai: “Ugh...”

Fuku: “I love Kicho.”

Kicho: “I see. You’ve learned a lot. But it’s already late. It’s time for you to get some rest.”

Kicho: “Mai, I'll put her in your room.”

Mai: “Okay.”

Opening the door, he glanced at me and moved Fuku into his hand.

Kicho: "I'll put her back in the birdcage. You go to my room first."

Mai: "Okay."

After a few minutes of waiting, he came back.

Kicho: "Now, let's continue where we left off."

Kicho: "If you really love me that much, I'll listen to you as much as you want."

Mai: "What!?"

Kicho: "You're the right person for the job. If it's me, I won't have to tell anyone else about it."

Kicho: "Plus, it's only natural that you want to help someone you love to death."

Mai: "Please forget about that one."

Kicho: "How could I forget about it after hearing all those cute words?"

Kicho: "If you don't want those cheeks to blush even more, just be honest about it."

Mai: "Ah..."

Smiling happily, he put his hands around my waist and kissed my forehead.

Kicho: "I want more than anything to pour all these feelings I have for you."

Kicho: "Mai."

He looked straight at me and called my name in a seductive voice, and just like that, the feelings from him flowed into me in a rush.

(I'm all messed up.)

(I'm so deeply loved that I can't do anything about it.)

My heart was screaming that I was at my limit, but that scream was quickly replaced by a flutter of excitement and euphoria.

Shaking my head was no longer an option.

Mai: “Then I’ll take it all in.”

Kicho: “Of course.”

He kissed me hungrily after replying.

This time, our sweet time has started without being lured into a dream.

Previous Part╏Masterlist╏Romantic

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen kicho #ikesen kichou #ikesen jp #ikesen #ikesen spoilers #ikesen motonari #ikesen translations #cybird #otome

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 8 months

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prompt: crowley telling aziraphale he loves him for the first time

You mean the last fifteen minutes of- *gun cocks*

Right!

Alrighty, let's do something... different! Something less soul crushing!

Think of this as something possible for the hypothetical season three, with vague stuff related to what we know about the plot.

On with the fic!

"This is... familiar." Aziraphale spoke as he took the bottle from Crowley, sitting on the tarmac, feeling completely and utterly drained from the events of the past... well...

"Yep." Crowley replied and leaned back on his hands, his shades gone, his hair a mess, probably feelings just like Aziraphale did.

"The world, the universe, is safe once more. Everything is over, and we can go back to normal." Aziraphale drank from the bottle, oh, how he missed wine. Heaven was so annoying about it.

Crowley didn't reply for a moment, then his sighed out his next words. "Yeah. Normal." He moved to stand on unsteady feet. "Guess you'll be goin' back, eh?"

"Back to where?"

"Heaven." Crowley said, the word said in such a way that Aziraphale could taste the bitterness on his own tongue. "Supreme Archangel and all, eh? Still gotta go up there and sort everythin' out."

Aziraphale licked his bottom lip, looking at the bottle in his hand. "I don't think that title suits me."

"Why not? Not fussy enough for you?" Aziraphale deserved that bite, but he glowered at Crowley anyway.

"Crowley, I think it's very clear that I am no longer anything to Heaven other than a traitor and a fired angel!" He was on his feet and now in the demon's face. "I gave up Heaven when all of this started, when He finally arrived in that stupid plane, and all this... this... malarkey happened!"

Crowley mouthed the word 'malarkey', but Aziraphale pressed on. "I am no longer with Heaven, I stopped when I realized that they were going to get that blasted war one way or another! That they were going to use their last resort and take out the whole universe! And in doing so, that obviously gave them the upper hand by cheating!

I didn't want that! Any of that, no wonder Gabriel ran away, it's horrible, it's the worst possible option! I thought humans made that all up for the Bible, but apparently Heaven loved the idea just as much as Hell really got into Dante's ideas of nine levels of, well, Hell!"

Aziraphale inhaled sharply and then breathed out slowly. "I came back, Crowley. I came back to save Earth, to save the universe, and..."

"And?" Crowley asked, voice quiet.

"And I came back to apologize." Aziraphale closed his eyes, head bowed. "I hurt you, I know I did. I kept tabs on you all this time because I worried about you so much. Muriel would tell me things, and you... I should have come to see you, at least, in person. Or at least when you were awake."

Crowley's breath hitched. "You came to see me?"

"A few times, when Heaven didn't have me doing so much paperwork and wasn't breathing down my neck." Aziraphale shifted, his hands wringing. "I had to see you, but only when you didn't see me. Crowley, oh, I missed you so much, I was such a fool! You were right."

"Right about what?"

"When we had that fight, before the bookshop burned. You said I was someone who is so clever and yet so stupid. I made a huge mistake when I chose Heaven over you."

Aziraphale looked up and Crowley was staring, his eyes wide. "I understand if you can't forgive me, for leaving you, hurting you, and... for rejecting our side. You're right, it had always been us, and I tried to see if I could make it work... in a way to fix Heaven. Which was wrong, it can't be fixed. And you don't need to be an angel again! You're still you, angel, demon, you're Crowley, and damnit! I should have thought of that the moment you confessed!"

Crowley was silent, but he swallowed. "And you're still you, Principality, Archangel, even frumpy bookseller, you're still Aziraphale and you're still my best friend."

There was a tightness in Aziraphale's chest as he looked into those golden eyes. "Crowley...?"

"I should be angry and bitter and furious and full of hate, but Aziraphale, I could never hate you. I was hurt, yes, but you and I have been through so much together, and you just... you fighting alongside me to save everything. When you took my hand as we thought it was all coming to and end..."

He reached out and took Aziraphale's hands. "I forgave you."

Aziraphale took the other hand, and stepped closer. "You do?"

"Course I do. I always do, and you always forgive me." Crowley mumbled, his cheeks a bit pink. "I can't hate you, Aziraphale. I never have, even through all our darker times. And this was a really dark time. The crazy things you do when you love someone, yeah?"

They both stopped and stared right at one another. "Love?" Aziraphale asked, his voice just barely a whisper.

"Don't make me say it..." Crowley grumbled. "I thought I made it clear when we-"

"Please." Aziraphale squeezed his hands, taking another step closer. "Please, just... just stay it."

Crowley swallowed, nodding. "Aziraphale, angel, I... I love you. And I have for a very, very long time."

"Since when?"

"Eden. When you gave away your sword."

Aziraphale smiled softly. "I knew I felt a wave a love then."

Crowley snorted and leaned forward, his face hidden in Aziraphale's shoulder and neck. "Don't say that, that's embarrassing!"

"It's sweet!" Aziraphale laughed, even though tears were coming down his cheeks. He felt lighter than he had in ages and so full of joy. "Oh, oh Crowley, I love you too. You have no idea how long I've wanted to tell you!"

Crowley twitched against him, face still hidden as he asked "You really love me?"

"I have for ages, for... oh, I have no idea how long."

Since you were that beautiful, smiling angel talking about the stars, since you slithered up on the Wall to chat after the apple ordeal.

They held each other, standing right there together as the world continued on without the risk of a holy and unholy war.

Hand holding and hugs, those are good.

#good omens #crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #john's drabbles

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cotagillumis · 9 months

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“If that’s how painful love is, then I don’t want it”

Gon x F!reader

Gon in love with a 17 year old reader who does not return his feelings..

I will most likely make another part for this.

Gon and reader met at the hunters Exam making the reader part of the main 4 (or5)

Anyone want a Killua version ? Lmk !

He couldn’t tell what first made him follow her around, or what made him want to protect her so bad although she’s more than capable of protecting herself.

I mean he knew from Killua that he had a small crush….

But that was all…

Or not ?

However when it comes to the things he loves about her- oh he had so many !

Her humour, her personality, the way she’s always there when he needs her and those eyes…..

Oh those beautiful (eye colour) eyes….

Suddenly he felt a slap on his shoulder, turning around shocked, he saw her.

“The hell we’re you dreaming about Gon ?”

She laughed.

He giggled nervously smiling at her.

“Oh ! I was actually thinking about you !”

Of course he had to be so honest. All he thinks is that must be his tiny crush, is all. Who told him about love ? Nobody.

She raised a brow.

“Huh ? Me ? You mean when we faced the troupe ?”

She asks, clearly clueless.

He shakes his head a huge smile on his face.

“I just think you’re actually really pretty y/n !”

…..

He’s too honest.

He’s showing her how good he could treat her !

She tilted her head then gave him a sweet smile.

“Oh Gon…. You never fail to make me smile !”

She laughed, pinching his cheeks with both her hands.

She never treated him like she treated Kurapika….. or Leorio…..or even Killua ! he wanted to be treated like a man… he IS a man !

He however didn’t know what’s gotten into him. Why did he suddenly feel so tingly ?

“Y/n you make me even happier ! Thank you for being there !”

He tried showing her how good of a guy he is with his complements and sweet ways.

They don’t seem to really work on her.

She giggled and let go of his cheeks.

“You’re the little brother I never had !”

She joked like always, however this time it hit him hard…

Ouch-

All he could feel was pain in his chest.

He didn’t know why….

He smiled and nodded nonetheless.

“Yeah”

Was all he said before making up a way to get out of this situation.

“Uh-… y/n…. I eh…. I have to go..”

He spoke hesitantly, not wanting to leave her but also not wanting to let her see how his mood changed.

She tilted her head slightly puzzled.

“Huh ? Where to ?”

He didn’t want to even hear her so he spoke quickly, trying to leave as fast as possible.

“Oh yeah, I’m meeting up with killua !”

Lies.

Since when does he lie ? Usually he’s obvious, today however he sounds like a pro. Naturally she believed him.

“Alright ! See ya tomorrow !”

She said waiving bye as she made her way to her room and him to his.

“Why is she so-…. It’s painful…”

He muttered to himself, heart aching as he made his way to his shared room with Killua.

Thank God it was already late so he went straight to bed, however he couldn’t sleep. Tossing and turning for hours until he woke up killua.

Sitting up annoyed, he spoke.

“What’s up Gon ?!”

Gon looked at him confused.

“Huh ? What do you mean ?”

Killua sighed.

“You keep turning so much, why can’t you sleep ?”

Gon now also sat up putting his palm on his face.

“She’s on my mind again”

Killua raised a brow now.

“Y/n ? Again ? Did you talk today ?”

Gon nodded.

“She said I’m like the little brother she never had…”

He sighed, waiting for Killuas response.

“Oh…. Damn…. She’s-“

He thought for a moment on how to say it without breaking his best friends heart.

“Well-… not in your age range Gon…”

Looking at Gon who still had his palm pressed against his face, he sighed.

“Come on Gon…. I knew you liked her but now I think you actually Love her man-”

Killua was cut off by Gon looking up at him from his palm with big, scared eyes.

“Love…? Is this love..? Is this how bad love feels like ?”

He paused then spoke again.

“If that’s how painful love is, then I don’t want it”

Killua tried speaking but, just as he opened his mouth, he saw how tears streamed down Gons face.

Without saying a word, Gon stood up and walked out the hotel room, teary eyed.

Killua just sat there. He had no idea what to say or do to make his friend feel better.

Gon went out for a little walk to cool his mind.

She felt like his….. his everything… but he would never force her to feel the same when she clearly didn’t….

He disliked love…

Her beautiful face never left his mind.

He want’s her badly…

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#hunter x hunter #x reader #gon x reader #gon freecss #gon hxh #oneshot #older reader

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paimaniagalaxia · 1 month

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FNAF AU- Clean Up Time

Ship: Springtrap x Self insert

Word count: 785

Summary: The after math of the events of FNAF 1, where a clean up crew is hired by Henry Emily to help refurbish and confiscate the animatronics.

Paige is apart of that clean up crew and decides to leave the rest of her crew mates to finish the job, all the while exploring the rest of the pizzaria. Only to end up in parts and services, to find the one and only William Afton. AKA, Springtrap.

CHAPTER TWO

Help… Never think I would get it for myself. Being trapped in this hellhole for so long, never to seek salvation. But here she was, aiding me and repairing me. I… I never thought I would get another chance at life. But here she was.

That very help.

But would she know who I was? Now that was the big question. If she did KNEW, then that’ll be the end of this budding relationship.

Child murderer, family killer, those aren’t green flags.

Best to play dumb, but not that dumb…

“So… Thirty-one years… Didn’t think an animatronic would be stuck in here.” Paige spoke up, breaking the silence between them. As she never recognized who Springtrap was. So that was a sign.

Springtrap tilts his head as he allows Paige to re-tighten its joints. It could feel its arm move. So it starts to lift its arm up and down, showing that Paige did a good job. “Thank you… Tell me, did your employer tell you anything else…? W-Why are you here?” Springtrap asks.

“Just to clean up the Pizzeria and take back the animatronics to my boss.” Paige answers back. But she could feel another question coming.

“Just who’s your boss?”

“Henry Emily…”

Now that name was familiar, way too familiar. How was he still alive?! Springtrap was perplexed as it didn’t like this man. The very man who drove it mad. Springtrap let out a grunt of annoyance.

“Henry… Not a very good man.”

“How do you know…?” Paige asks.

Springtrap freezes, as it didn’t mean to drop that tidbit of information. It huffs as it turns its head to the side.

“He… He wasn’t a good man to be around. Always berating us.”

“That’s not very nice…” Paige comments back as she goes down to Springtrap’s legs to tighten the bolts.

“No. He’s not…” Springtrap remarks back.

Springtrap thinks back as it needed to know why Henry was wanting to clean the pizzeria and take away the main four with him. That didn’t seem right, why care about an old location now? This place would be burnt down if it was in charge. To get rid of the terrible memories that lingered on this place. The mistakes that it made, and put it behind Springtrap.

“Would it be possible for me to speak to him?” It asked.

“Eh?” Paige looks confused.

“Can I speak to him…?” Springtrap asks again.

“I don’t know… I don’t think he would be too happy to speak to you.”

“And how would that be an issue?” Springtrap asks again.

“I… I don’t know. Anything that I’ve asked about his past, he shuts me down.” Springtrap hums before it sees Paige finishes working on it, and slowly starts to push itself up. It grunts as it presses its digits against the wall, huffing and coughing till it was on both of its feet.

“He isn’t good at moving on… Is he?” Springtrap asks.

“No he isn’t…” Paige shakes her head and looks at the door before looking back at Springtrap.

“This might be personal… But pronouns?” She asks.

Springtrap shook its head and looked away. It never felt that it was a ‘he’ anymore. Since becoming who it was.

“It, its…? I don’t consider myself for either masculine or feminine pronouns…”

“She, they…” Paige answers back.

“Oh.” Springtrap blinks astonished before jerking up to hear screaming and yelling from the otherside of the door.

“Oh shit…”

Paige shakes her head as she stands up to hear heavy metal and bones crunching, muffled from the other side of the door. It made her cringe and hold her arm. Giving a disgusted look.

“What’s going on…? Springtrap?”

“Them.” Springtrap answers sternly.

“Who’s th--” Paige was interrupted as she felt her mouth get covered by Springtrap’s servo. Being held close to its body, being told to keep quiet.

STOMP STOMP STOMP

There were creaking and old parts moving. A low humming noise could be heard. That someone was at the door. As there was a heavy scrapping at the door, like nails on a chalkboard.

Paige had a wide eye look of fear, of who could be on the other side of that door? But she didn’t want to find out, as someone else caught its attention.

A hiss could be heard before it tramples away to follow the new sounds.

“T-Them?” Paige asks between Springtrap’s fingers.

“Them…” Springtrap remarks back.

The animatronics were on the loose, and one by one-- The crew that Paige came with, were being slaughtered one by one. That soon it’ll be only them. Only them with four killer animatronics that would be out to get them soon enough.

Just two vs four… Not good odds.

[END OF CHAPTER TWO]

#pai writes #fan fiction #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf au clean up time #springtrap #william afton #henry emily #self insert #fan fic #fanfic #fan fic writing #tw: blood #blood #tw blood

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kaunis-sielu · 1 year

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Sidelines: Yes!

You’ve had a busy day. It’s the weekend before the Super Bowl and this year the Avengers didn’t make it past the last round of playoffs. You were disappointed for Steve but also kind of glad to have him home for a while.

Your class had been wild today, just kind of all over the place for no real reason and you were happy to come home and enjoy the weekend with Steve and Goose. Goose greets you at the door, her tail wagging so hard that her butt is wiggling with the force.

“Hi pretty girl. How are we?” You ask giving her head a scratch. Goose follows you as you move further into the house kicking off your shoes on the mat by the door and putting your bag on the bench. You’ll take care of it later, right now you just want to enjoy a little calm and Steve.

“Steve?” You call as you make your way into the house, he comes from the hallway where your bedroom is and gives you a wide smile.

“Hi Sweetheart, I thought I heard you home. How was work?”

“Eh.” You tell him moving into his embrace. He presses a quick kiss to the top of your head and you sigh happily.

“Wanna go out for dinner tonight? We can go to Dot’s too? For some ice cream. Would that make it better?” You can’t help but laugh softly,

“You know ice cream always makes it better. But can we just stay like this for another minute? I just need this.” You tell him giving his waist a little squeeze.

“Of course.” He rests his head on top of yours and you close your eyes relaxing into him. After a couple of minutes you give him another little squeeze then let go. Steve catches your chin in his hand and kisses you softly, it’s crazy how much better he can make your day by just being here. “You sure you’re okay Sweetheart?”

“Yea, it was just a long day and the kids were wild.”

“Wanna talk about it or forget about it?”

“Forget. Where do you want to go to dinner?”

“Drax?”

“Oh, yum. Yes. Let me go and change really quick okay?”

“Sounds good.” He says and you head to your bedroom with Goose on your heels. If it was nicer out you might have suggested Rockets so that you could’ve brought Goose with you to the patio. You change out of your school clothes and into a pair of jeans and brown heeled boots, you leave on the cream sweater you’re wearing and then run a brush through your hair. You meet Steve back by the door, give Goose a kiss on the nose then head out to dinner.

You’re grateful when the hostess puts you and Steve in a back corner. It’s not that you want to hide from the public but sometimes it’s hard to go out with him and not have a million people asking for autographs. Most of the time you’re fine with it, you knew what you were getting into, but sometimes it’s nice to just go out with him.

Steve gets you completely out of your head. You’re able to forget about your stressful day, at dinner and going for ice cream is just the cherry on top. You ride back to the house listening to the radio, his hand is on your thigh and you’re humming along to whatever song is playing. It’s nice. Peaceful. He pulls into the garage then stops you before you go inside.

“I want to show you something.” He says and you follow him out to the back of the house. When you get into the back you’re stunned by the lights in the trees, there’s got to be thousands of them. He brings you to the deck, “This is the best view.”

“You did this?”

“Most of it.” He admits, with a smile down at you. He brings you to the corner of the deck then sinks down onto one knee. Tears fill your eyes instantly, you didn’t stand a chance.

“You are the love of my life. The woman I will choose every minute of every day. You make me happier than I thought I could be and I love you more than I thought was possible. You make me laugh, you challenge me and you brighten every day by just being in it. Will you marry me?” He asks opening the black velvet box in his hand. You have to try a couple times because of the happy tears pour down your face but you manage to choke out a,

“Yes!” That Steve whoops at before he stands and loops an arm around your waist pulling you tightly to him. He kisses you deeply, bending you back as he kisses you. When he pulls away he slides the ring out of the box and onto your finger. It’s only then that you get a chance to look at the solitaire diamond sparkling up at you.

“It’s white gold.”

“Oh Steve. It’s perfect.” You whisper hardly daring to trust your own voice. “I love you so much.”

“Forever Sweetheart.” He says with a grin before kissing you again. “So our friends and family are inside. There’s probably going to be screaming.” He warns and you laugh.

“One more minute?” You ask and he nods wrapping you in his arms. Soft music starts playing from your outdoor speaker and when you glance over at the house a crying, grinning Wanda is in the window. She pulls the curtains closed and you and Steve sway silently to a song.

“Ready to go in?” He asks quietly and you nod before kissing him again. You cannot wait to spend forever with him.

🏈🏈🏈

This is a series of one shots, the series isn’t posted in order. If you have ideas for Steve and Cat please let me know.

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#steve rogers au #steve rogers x reader #Steve rogers x reader au #football player au #football player!steve rogers x cheerleader!reader #football player!steve rogers #sidelines story #sidelines au

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arlecchno · 2 years

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mission accomplished [ scaramouche x reader ]

thirteen | guilty

prev masterlist next

truths were told, and confessions were made. will everything go back to normal once the trial's allayed?

warnings: swearing, scara is once again soft for you, anxiousness, a bunch of anxiety talk i think, pierro being kaeya's dad is NOT canon, mentions of guns and illegal drug use, possibly a lot of errors about courts and trials but eh whatever

a/n: lmao i had a bunch of headaches writing this tbh, partly it was because i was sick and the other is my very minimal knowledge about laws and courts... idk if i did a good job or not with this chapter but i'm pretty proud of it. 3.5k words here we go!!!! happy reading!

grammatical errors may occur so please let me know if i've made any mistakes!

teyvat court looks the same as ever.

its rippled glass windows shines through the pristine tiles as the 'click and clack' sound from everyone's footwear can be heard across the hall.

it's not uncommon that you've been here for trials a couple of times before since you were a cop, but those were only because you were attending to present evidence or be an observant. you never would've thought that you'd be standing here as witness, instead of a detective.

“trial's in 10 minutes.” the tsaritsa said, her heels clacking on the tiles as she headed to your direction.

dottore perked his head up. “is the attorney already there?”

“yes, claire's already inside taking care of the files.” she replied to his question, stopping in her tracks once she's close enough to the small circle you've made in the hall.

you huffed, nervousness already starting to creep up your body. “i'm not sure if i'm ready.”

pierro raised a brow. “how so?”

“i... i don't know. i mean– there's hardly any evidence, y'know?” you looked up at the tall man. “this case was not supposed to be about me to begin with. i'm only involved in this as a victim now because of that stupid incident. the pre-trial was only a few months ago, why do this now?” you pressed, fidgeting with your attire.

the tsaritsa sighed, arms folding. “detective, you know how it works. most cases like these need to be in trial sooner or later, this should be common knowledge for you.”

“i obviously know that, it was a rhetorical question.” you scoffed, darting your eyes somewhere else.

“then what's bothering you so much?”

you frowned and looked down on the floor, taking a few seconds to answer her question. “him, obviously.” you remarked, referring to the man who attempted to take your life.

the tsaritsa, pierro and dottore have already made their way to the courtroom, leaving only you and scaramouche in the hallway. the both of you were sitting on a bench, not daring to move, even if you had less than 5 minutes left before the trial.

“i think we can go now.” you said after a moment, looking at the time on your phone screen. you were still bundled up with undescribable emotions, but you thought it'd be best to push those aside for now.

scaramouche let out a tsk. “you're clearly disrupted. you're gonna lose this case if they twist your mind.”

looking up from your lap, you fixated your gaze on him. “...at this point, i don't care if i lose. i just want to get this over with.” you replied, standing up from your seat.

the ravenette frowned at you and grabbed your wrist immediately, making you turn your head. he tugged your hand, gesturing for you to sit back down, and you did reluctantly.

you had your lips pursed into a thin line and an unreadable expression plastered on your face that made him sigh upon seeing your complexed state.

“look, i don't know what will happen in there, and i don't know how everything will be played out, whether you lose or not isn't up to me to make that decision.” he paused, looking at you to make sure you were looking right back at him. “but i'm gonna be there, sitting right in your vision. i'll be there for you, helping with whatever i am capable of, 'kay?” he said calmly, rubbing your hand to ease out your nervousness.

you narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before moving your gaze to the courtroom door, the very door that will lead you to your worst nightmare. “...fine.” you said dejectedly.

“a little enthusiasm wouldn't hurt.”

you looked back at him with a small frown. “fine, let's go kick their ass.” you emphasized, the warmth of your hand quickly leaving his to stand up from your seat.

“not exactly as enthusiastic as i thought, but i'll take it.”

by the time you got in the courtroom, it was already filled to the brim. jurors were getting comfortable on their seats, attorneys getting their files of evidence ready, your colleagues sitting in the audience, it all feels both surreal and nostalgic.

as you and scaramouche took your seats beside the tsaritsa, the judge and defendant finally arrived through the other end of the door. standing up, everyone greeted the judge, which she just waved everyone off to sit back down.

this is it, you thought to yourself.

everything will go back to normal once i'm done with this trial.

you're sure of it.

“i call ms. y/n to the stands.”

you exhaled from the breath you didn't know you were holding in, palms already starting to sweat. you closed your eyes for a few seconds before you opened them again, trying your best to prepare yourself for what's about to come.

the male beside you looked at you in slight concern, nudging you with his leg to make you look at him, giving you his rare and genuine smile once you did.

slowly getting the confidence to continue on, you firmly smiled back at him and rose up from your seat, quickly fixing up any wrinkles from the formal attire you're wearing.

you got this.

you repeated the same sentence again and again in your head, until you've finally got to the stands beside the judge's.

i'm gonna be fine.

“is it true, that on the night of march 19 20xx, you were out with mr. scaramouche?” your attorney, claire, asked, starting off with a simple question for you to answer whilst walking over to your stand.

“yes.” you said flatly, looking at her who's now in front of you.

“and is it true, that you were both undercover on the same night you were shot?”

you gulped, looking down. “it's true.” you muttered after a few seconds, fixing your eyes back up to the crowd in front of you. their eyes stared back, making you slightly uncomfortable in your seat.

she nodded at your answer, turning back on her heel to her desk. “i have no further questions.”

the jurors to your left were writing up something in their papers regarding the scene just now, making you pursed your lips at the thought of losing this case.

the defense attorney stood up now, heading over to you to present his scene. his shoes making sounds on the tiles made you sweat.

“ms. y/n.” he said your name in a confident voice. “why were you undercover that night?”

(rule number 1: never ask 'why' questions)

you rubbed your sweaty palms under the stands, nervousness still evident on your face. “i was assigned to be undercover for a primary drug case, involving the defendant.”

he raised a brow in confusion. “was there any clear evidence that my client was doing illegal schemes while you were undercover that night?”

“n–no, but we've obtained evidence over the last—”

“but not during that night, no?”

you clenched your jaw in irritation. “no.”

“then you could be charged for stalking my client for no reason.”

the crowd gave a small gasp, a few murmurs and whispers thrown out across the courtroom.

claire stood up. “objection!” she yelled. “she was undercover, she had every right to do her duty as she was assigned to do.”

the judge nodded in agreement. “agreed. mr. alex, are you questioning ms. y/n's work in the police department?”

“no.” he defended almost immediately. “frankly, i admire her dedication as a true detective, your honour.”

the judge gave him a bored look, her eyes looking over her small glasses. “then do not bring up such irrelevant topics to support your case.” she said coldly. “continue.”

sighing, the man continued on. “you were shot in one of the alleyways of golden st, correct?”

“yes.”

“how can you be so determined that it was my client who shot you? there aren't any cctv's in the area.”

you gave a look at the man in question a few feet away from you, him already staring back at you with a mischievous smirk. you quickly moved your gaze back to the attorney in front of you. “i was the one who was shot. personally, i'd definitely know what the person looks like before taking away my life.”

“huh.” he simply said, walking around the courtroom. “say, you're a normal citizen. you get robbed by an anonymous person on one fine day, and there were no cctvs around. how can the police officers really trust you if you didn't know what the person looked like? what if you were just lying all along?” he asked, stopping by in front of his desk.

honestly, how is this guy even a defense attorney?

“objection!” your attorney yelled once again. “leading questions are not allowed, and you do not have the right to call a witness a liar.”

“sustained.” the judge looked at the brunette. “any more questions you'd like to ask to ms. y/n?”

the defense attorney grumbled, but stopped abruptly, as if a light bulb suddenly popped on his head. “yes, actually. if that's okay with you, your honour.”

the woman on the higher stand fixed up her glasses, bringing up a hand to gesture him to continue.

“ms. y/n.” he continued once again, walking back to your stand. “how can you be so sure it wasn't you who shot yourself?”

(rule number 2: never ask questions that could lead up for the witness to explain details.)

now everyone in the courtroom let out a loud gasp, whispers getting louder and louder.

the judge gave the defense attorney a dirty look, as he was the cause of the chaos happening in the courtroom right now. “order in my court!” she yelled, making everyone go back in silence.

“i beg your pardon?”

“i think my question was obvious enough.”

you stayed silent for a moment.

straight to your direction was scaramouche, who has been staring at you the whole time. you looked at him with a confused look, clearly disrupted with his blasphemous question.

the ravenette gave a small smile at you and nodded, a sign of reassurance. you looked back at the man in front of you.

it's okay, i can do this.

just be professional, don't let the emotions get to you.

just explain everything to make him stunned.

taking a deep breath, you started your statement. “i was shot with a .380 acp caliber, while the usual handgun caliber for police officers is the 9mm. though having the same diameter, they're still quite different from each other.” you stated, while a screen in the courtroom shows the evidence you were talking about.

“detectives are not allowed to bring their badges and guns along with them during undercover duties, so it'd be preposterous of me to shoot myself just to get your client to jail. after all, this was all about the case i was working on in the first place, not about me being injured.”

you exhaled, taking a moment before you continued again. “mr. james was involved in several illegal drug dealings and it was my job to catch him on the act. it was just unfortunate luck that i was shot in the shoulder and got my leg broken in the process.” you said.

“as i am aware, several evidence leads everything back to him, and i have a witness for my incident. if anything, i'm as innocent as every other human being here, except for mr. james of course.” you finished off, looking at the man who's been haunting you all this time, his usual smirk turning into a frown upon hearing your statement.

“alright now, ms. y/n. i make the rulings here.” the judge waved you off.

the court room fall silent the whole time, all eyes were glued on you. jurors continued on writing on their papers as you sat there on the stands confidently.

the man in front of you groaned in defeat, unable to break you. he turned his back to you and headed over to his desk that had his client. “i have no further questions.” he mumbled.

and the trial went on like usual, questions and cross-examinations being thrown at you one by one. scaramouche was asked to the stands to make some points and answer questions, but they were all simple ones.

until the last few questions came.

“what did you do after ms. y/n was shot?” attorney claire asked out of the blue.

scaramouche widened his eyes at her question. he took a few seconds to register it in his head, making the judge impatient.

“answer the question, mr. scaramouche.” she said, looking at him from her stand.

the ravenette still didn't answer. instead, he searched for you with his eyes in the crowd. all eyes were on him, and it was no doubt that you had yours on him too.

you never found out what scaramouche did after you got shot, even if you've asked him about it a bunch of times in the past. he always managed to shrug it off or change the subject, until you just, gave up on asking. so it'd be normal for you to be waiting expectantly on his answer right now, in court.

he gulped, moving his gaze down on his lap while fidgeting with his fingers. “i chased after mr. james.”

“did you get him?”

the ravenette looked up at attorney claire. “yes.”

“and what did you do after that?”

“i...” he trailed off, looking back down. “i punched him, until he's unconscious.”

attorney claire hummed at his answer. “how did you find y/n?”

he looked at the woman in front of him. “we always had earpieces on us whenever we split up during undercovers, so it'd be easier to communicate with one another, or give a signal to locate each other in case anything happens.”

“ms. y/n gave you a signal?”

scaramouche nodded. “yes, she did.” he said, the ever so tough and scary guy he usually was is now replaced with a nervous wreck. “that's how i found her in the alleyway, a few seconds before she was shot.”

the jurors to his left nodded in acknowledgement, and wrote up something in their papers. he sweated, thinking if he said anything wrong.

“what were you feeling at the time?”

“huh?”

attorney claire cleared her throat. “i'm sorry, i must not have been clear enough. what did you feel when y/n was shot?”

the defense attorney stood up from his seat quickly. “objection! what relevance does this have to the case?”

the judge looked at him with narrowed eyes. “overruled.” she said, making him slouch back to his seat.

everyone in the courtroom was silent, intently listening to what scaramouche was about to say. scaramouche pressed his lips together, unable to get the words out of his mouth.

“mr. scaramouche, everyone's waiting on your answer.” the judge said coldly.

he resorted on looking for you in the crowd again like last time. once he did, you smiled at him, mouthing an 'it's okay'.

ah, how the tables have turned.

if you think that scaramouche was nervous enough on the stands, then you should've looked at yourself in the crowd. you kept fidgeting your clothes, darting your eyes everywhere, and sometimes even biting your thumb nail too, an anxious look on your face every time scaramouche was asked a question.

even the tsaritsa had to calm you down multiple times like a mother, nagging at you to get it together.

scaramouche got his composure back together after the subtle reassurance you gave him, sitting straight to get ready to answer her question.

“i felt... scared.” he hesitated for a moment, looking down on his lap. “y/n has always been my partner in various of cases for the last 5 years, so seeing her, lying helplessly on the ground with a gun pointed towards her got me petrified.”

jurors were frantically writing on their papers as scaramouche continued on talking. “i... thought that'd be the last time i've ever got to see her.” he said, voice breaking. “we don't get along well all the time, but that doesn't mean she's not important to me. to say that she means a lot to me would be an understatement. she– she's everything to me.” he confessed, making everyone in the courtroom gasp, you included.

looks like attorney claire just knows what kind of questions would break him.

claire nodded. “i see. thank you for telling me that, scaramouche.” she said, heading back towards her desk. “i have no further questions, your honour.”

“alex.” the judge called out to the defense attorney. he perked his head up upon hearing his name. “do you have any questions for the witness?” the judge asked.

he shooked his head defeatedly. “no, your honour.”

“then we'll proceed to the closing statements.”

after the closing statements were done, with the defense attorney saying a brief closing with no confidence, jurors were asked to be moved to the jury room to make their deliberations. everyone took the break by waiting outside the courtroom.

scaramouche was last to leave the courtroom. when you saw him twisting the doorknob to close the door, you immediately called out to him and ran towards him.

if it weren't for his fast instincts, he would've been tackled down to the floor right now, given how you almost instantly forced him into a hug.

“oh, um...” he said nervously, hands hovering your waist, not knowing where to put them.

“thank you.” you said, voice muffled from your buried face in his suit. the smell of his cologne still strong even after the dreadful trial you had just now.

the ravenette smiled at you after a moment, hands finally finding their way to reciprocate your hug, with one arm wrapped around your waist, his other hand patting your head affectionately.

you two decided to stayed like that for a few minutes, finding solace in each others arms.

unbeknownst to you and scaramouche, the group you've completely forgotten about were standing a few feet away from the both of you, staring with bored looks on their faces.

“what the hell are they doing?” dottore asked, arms crossed with a sour expression on his face.

pierro scoffed. “to think she wants to get a chance with my son, here she is hugging another man so tightly as if he's gonna vanish in a second.”

while the two men were scowling at you two, the tsaritsa on the other hand had a faint smile seeing you have your moment together.

looks like her plan is going well.

it took around thirty minutes for the jurors to come to a verdict. everyone was asked to reconvene in the courtroom to hear the final closing of the trial.

“members of the jury, have you reached a verdict?”

a spokesman for the jurors stood up, holding a piece of paper that includes the results of this trial. “we have, your honour.”

the judge nodded. “members of the jury, on the case of this trial, what you say?”

you looked at scaramouche, making him fixate his eyes on yours back. your hands were shaking from the nervousness ever since you got back in the courtroom, so scaramouche decided to do the only thing to calm you down by taking your hand in his.

his genuine smile was there again, the very smile that made your heart skip a beat without you knowing the reason why. you swiftly broke eye contact with him to focus your attention on the jury instead.

the spokesman cleared his throat. “on the count of illegal drug trafficking, we find the defendant...” he trailed off for suspense. “guilty.”

everyone on your side of the court room sighed in relief. that's only one down, you thought.

now the last verdict is what's making you scared shitless.

“and on the count of attempted murder of a law-enforcement officer, we find the defendant...” the man trailed off once again, making you sweat from anxiousness.

come on.

“guilty.”

oh how you burst out of happiness the second you heard that word.

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shingansoul · 1 year

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For the Little Sisters and Crybaby Boys (Trigun fic)

Summary:

Vashwood week day 7: Free day

So I have wanted to start trying to write more about my thoughts on Vash's relationship with the other plants for awhile and so I thought the perfect way to ease into it would be for the concept of "Family", something that has such specific connotations for sides of Vashwood. I hope you enjoy!

@vashwoodweek

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“So, ‘little sister’ eh?”

Vash startled hard, stopping dead from their walk through town as his metal capped boots dug into sand and almost pitched himself forward to fall. Wolfwood stopped a couple steps ahead, grinning cheekily back at his companion’s over dramatic reaction. While the blonde was still windmilling his arms to keep his balance Wolfwood lit a cigarette and brought it to his lips. He got a good long drag out of it before Vash finally caught himself and trotted up to him to close the distance once more. When He stood next to the priest again, wolfwood playfully blew the smoke in front of his face in lazily floating “O” ‘s instead of a steady stream. Vash blinked and with a pout he swatted them away with a gloved hand before walking onwards to continue their casual stroll.

“That’s a hell of a question to ask a guy on the way to breakfast, dont’cha think?”

His voice trilled a bit with a bit of a forced chuckle for lack of knowing how to respond. Wolfwood canted his head in Vash’s direction, humming thoughtfully.

“Well, there’s not exactly a scheduled time and place to ask someone about talking to plants the way you’d talk to your sibling, not that i’ve ever heard at least.”

Vash made a sour ‘you got me there’ expression and sighed, crossing his arms for lack of idea of what to do with them.

“Well… they are my siblings, sort of…not like Knives is, but..” He nervously glanced at Wolfwood, gauging his reaction before trying to move onwards. To Wolfwood’s credit, he didn't stop nor did he say anything in return. He did however let his eyebrows shoot up into his bangs and his eyes look over his sunglasses to meet Vash’s own greenish blue ones with a look of surprise. After a few moments he let his features relax but his attention was just as intent on the other to continue. Vash sighed, a mix of releasing nerves he still had and letting himself relax from the bracing he had done for any possible less favorable reaction the priest might have had.

“We were born much later than the others, the plants I mean. They were all…,” He paused, unsure what word was best before he settled on, “ made back on earth, before they sent out the people that would be the first one’s here on this planet. Not that they were supposed to come here specifically but…” He laughed awkwardly, unwilling to meet the others' eyes.

Wolfwood took the moment to let himself slide the step of distance between them over as they walked, pressing their shoulders together and occasionally their legs would gently glide against the other’s as they walked. Vash let his lips quirk a little at the action, glancing up at Wolfwood in silent appreciation.

“Some were made specifically for that trip, while others had been around for many hundreds of years before I was ever born. So technically they’re closer to like…my aunts and cousins or even my grandma by a good few greats? But they can’t really take care of themselves like I can, they’re working so hard for everyone else here. So..since they always need cared for, I like to think of them as my little sisters who I can sometimes give relief or even guidance to. Th-that’s probably a bit unfair to say about them, and maybe it’s selfish to say they can’t-...well.” He stopped himself, shaking his head as if to physically shake off whatever thought line he had caught himself going down without realizing it.

“I can feel them, their pain, their emotions and desires, and I can share my own with them as much as I can take on theirs. And they’re the only ones like me and Knives, so… they’re family to me, even if the concept isn't really for things like us i suppose. If we can give to the humans, I think maybe it’d be okay to take on things from them too. Having a family has always felt nice to me.”

He offered a smile to the man at his side, a bit small but it felt genuine so Wolfwood offered one of his own briefly. He let his gaze fall to flit about the town around them, a few scattered stores and stalls wafting scents of anything from soap and leather to metal and various foods both tempting and appalling alike. The blend was a bit overwhelming admittedly, but aside the scrunch of his nose in reflex he didn't mention it. It wasn't much longer until they arrived at where Vash had first excitedly been pulling him early that morning, a small stall smooshed into the space between two strips of buildings with various shops and the occasional home attached. The smell from it wasn’t as strong compared to the mix in the air around them, but noting the various treats and breads on display in the glass box atop the counter made him shoot Vash a fond look of faux exasperation.

‘Donuts, of course.’

The man in question was excitedly bouncing on his heels as they reached the end of the decently short line for the stall, impatience and enthusiasm radiating off him in waves. Wolfwood let his mind wander a bit as they waited, Vash’s mindless prattle about potential various options not lost on him but nothing new to need his focus or response.

“Having a family has always felt nice to me.”

Wolfwood certainly understood and shared the sentiment, his very mission being based around that very bond. Family, what was it but those you cared for and those who cared for you in return? Did it need to be anything more than that? Wolfwood couldn't guess at what exactly the plants in their bulbs could possibly do for Vash specifically, but they did give life to the numerous towns that Vash drifted between across their planet so maybe that was how they showed whatever love something like them could. Wolfwood had known since before meeting Vash that he was as inhuman as the thing full of hate and violence that the Eye of Micheal worshiped and killed for. However, over the years together Wolfwood had decided that Vash’s inhuman nature took on the form of benevolence no selfish human could ever match to oppose the unforgiving cruelty of his match. And it was in that compassion and love for the unloveable Wolfwood had nestled himself quite firmly, so he of all people could tell you that Vash loved his “sisters” and most if not all living things alongside them. So yeah, he could certainly see how they were just as much family as his own.

“Nicholas, you just have to try one of these!”

Wolfwood snapped back to attention, the use of his first name usually reserved for important or emotional moments between them so he was worried at first. However, before he could even say anything, the blonde now in front of him (when did he side step him?) quick as a snake shot forward and shoved something into his mouth. He squawked a bit indignantly, taken off guard but after a moment he took in the flavor; it was warm though not piping hot and the dough seemed to almost melt in his mouth. It was coated in a light sweet icing and what seemed to be some kind of cinnamon flavored syrup. It might have been the most extravagant tasting thing he had ever eaten, and he reached up to greedily shove the rest of it in his mouth, not allowing Vash the chance to possibly snag the rest of it back. Vash laughed happily, turning back to the stall owner and ordered another couple of the gourmet(price and advertising be damned, he knew good quality shit when he tasted it) donuts.

Without thinking, he licked his finger tips one at a time trying to make sure he didn't waste any of the syrup or glaze. He caught Vash’s owlish blink and head tilt in this action, neck growing hot out of mild embarrassment but the wide smile and warm laugh that Vash gave in return made it more than worth it. To get a look like that just for him, he’d do much more without regret than a little childish desert eating. Having by now finished paying and receiving the rest of their haul, Wolfwood let himself be led by the crook of his elbow across the street towards the main plaza where there were a few unoccupied benches. Vash all but dead dropped onto the first one they got close enough to, dragging Wolfwood down beside him earning him a light flick to the head as punishment but they were both grinning despite themselves. Once settled, Vash almost desperately rooted through the bag, grabbing another donut and passing it to Wolfwood’s waiting hands. He only then fished one out for himself and bit into it with an exaggerated moan that bordered tears of joy.

Wolfwood slung an arm over the back of the bench behind Vash, nibbling at his own treat much more slowly than the first one had been killed off. Vash was mostly distracted with his treat, but he leaned back so that his shoulder blades were against the priest’s arm to offer some kind of casual contact. Wolfwood waited until Vash had calmed down most of the theatrics and was simply eating before he decided to offer almost too-casually a bit of himself forward. After all, it was only fair.

“I guess mine are like little brothers and sisters too, by that logic.” He said it without looking at Vash, so he heard rather than saw the cocking of his head in interest as he hummed in interest while chewing on the current bite of pastry in his mouth.

“Nobody at the orphanage is actually related to anyone else, we usually got kids left on their own without a chance anywhere else, not whole broods or anything like that. And twins aren’t the most common, unlike with you, needle-noggin. But everyone is like a big family there, Miss Melanie always taking care of everyone and the older kids chipping in with the younger ones to lighten the load. It was hard work living there, but it was…it was really nice honestly. I don’t know if anyone that was there last I visited is still there, but the little ones would always look up at me with runny noses and wet eyes and I always ended up caving. They’d always…they’d always call me…”

He had to pause, realizing that as he went on, he felt his throat burn a bit and there was a certain pressure light but certainly there in his nose. Had he really almost-? He felt a hand rest on his thigh, squeezing it gently and he looked over to see Vash offer him a small smile and understanding eyes and he leaned into his space a bit more.

“What did they call you, Nicholas?”

This time, it felt right hearing his first name spoken so gently and coaxingly from the blonde’s lips. He inched his foot outwards until his knee pressed up against the smooth metal of Vash’s kneepad. It was cool against his skin through his pants, grounding him a little as he swallowed back down the lump in his throat from earlier. Regaining his composure, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back to rest against the back of the bench they sat on.

“Nico-nii.”

“Would you…like to tell me more? About the kids at the orphanage all the way in December? About the time you were their Nico-nii? You don’t have to of course but…”

With the taste of sugar on his lips and the warmth of his only friend against him, he nodded slowly and began to recall. And he hoped on this bench in a nameless town to the south, he could instead think of December and the crowded but humble streets of its market district. Of kids playing games outside while he fed their thomas’ and helped Miss Melanie hang the laundry. Of him watching and carrying around babies and coaxing little crybaby boy’s that the orphanage was a nice place to live in a world like this. And he hoped that Vash could see it with him some day.

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minachan95-written-works-on-ao3 · 5 months

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Title: The Forgotten Memories

Fandom: King of Fighters

Characters: Kyo Kusanagi, Iori Yagami

Pairing: Iori x Kyo

Summary:

[A sequel to Be Careful what You Wish for..., but can be read as stand-alone story] Tonight, Kyo teases Iori for the n-th time and Iori is not happy about it. However, during their fight, Kyo accidentally reveals something that he desperately kept in secret from anyone for years. How Iori will handle it? Read and find out~

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It is a calm and chill late evening. Finally, after a long, heated fight for dominance, the Kusanagi heir rests in bed next to his partner and blissfully stares at him.

After he rests his palm on Iori’s chest, he presses himself close and nuzzles his head against his shoulder.

As the redhead places his hand on his partner’s, he closes his eyes and exhales. For now, he simply wants to stay like this for a bit longer before heading to the shower and later on, leaving the bedroom’s door slightly opened if their adorable kitten would want to come in.

Besides, at least for tonight, Kyo made these erotic faces just for him and was melting in the pleasure in his hands. Or so Iori hopes, while closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around his partner.

After all, it’s not the first time the brunette had sex with his other side.

Even though Kyo keeps assuring him that Yagami never actually hurt him, he doesn’t like the thought that he prefers this side of him.

More so, he is frustrated and annoyed at how his opponent is someone who he can’t face nor threaten to make him stay away and keep his hands off the Kusanagi.

That’s why marking his partner more often might drive away the impostor away. Or so Iori hopes as he closes his eyes and exhales.

However, his further thoughts are interrupted by Kyo’s half-sleepy voice. “You gonna squeeze me.”

As soon as Iori realizes he pulled Kyo into too tight a hug, he removes his hands and turns to the other side immediately.

“Hey, you’re okay, Yagami? Or did anything happen?” The brunette asks.

While Iori refuses to face his partner, he replies. “You worry too much. Just go to sleep.”

“Then tell me this again by facing me.” Kyo asked calmly.

In the end, the redhead rolls his eyes and sighs. After he lies on his back, he gives an irritated look while staring at the ceiling. “I’m fine. Are you happy now? If you don’t have anything to say, I’m off to shower.”

However, the brunette slightly frowns and rests his arms on his partner’s chest. “You’re lying. Something bothers you, and I won’t let you go anywhere until you say it.”

For sure, when Kyo stares at him with such demanding eyes, he understands it will be pointless to argue with him. Or so Iori thinks as he closes his eyes and exhales.

“About what sealing I should put on one idiot, who loves sticking his head inside beast’s mouth, and how to keep him away from the evil spirits.” The redhead explains.

The Kusanagi only raises his eyebrow. “Eh? What that’s supposed to mean? Or could it be - Iorin is jealous?~”

“Tsk. Don’t be so stupid. Like, hell, I would…” Iori replies while trying to keep his cool face. Unfortunately for him, the brunette now makes the smuggest face possible.

Soon, the Kusanagi speaks up in a teasing tone. “Aww, but you don’t have to.”

A second later, Kyo adds in a suggestive tone. “But to think of… Another you is really a beast in bed that I was genially worried that I’ll get pregnant by him and lose my mind. I swear he filled me up so much I could feel how my stomach was stretched. If you have only seen how much energy he had… Perhaps you should take notes from him.”

As his finger traces his partner’s chest, he addresses him in a nearly purring voice. “Hey, Yagami. Do you know how many rounds he fucked me mercilessly like an animal until he snapped out?~”

Meanwhile, Iori does his best not to lose his temper. Although, he continues listening to the brunette while grinding his teeth and his eyelid twitching.

Lastly, Kyo delightfully grins and shows his spread palm. “That much~”

That’s it! It’s the last drop of the redhead’s patience. After he sits up, he turns his head away and gives him a middle finger. “Just… Fuck off! If you like him that much, then why do you even need me? From now on, you can just wait until he’ll show up and you two can do whatever the fuck you want. As if I give a single damn, you damned sex-thirsted nymph!”

At the moment, Yagami only crosses his arms while containing his overwhelming disappointment and anger.

When Kyo notices how stiff and shaky his partner’s shoulders are, he realizes that perhaps, this time, he went too far.

After the brunette softens his gaze, he gently wraps his arms around Iori and rests his head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You’re only telling this now because you want to use me.” The redhead backfires without even bothering to brush the Kusanagi’s hands off.

“What makes you think that way, and why would I do it?” Kyo asks. After he places his palm on Iori’s cheek, he turns his head. “Hey, can I still say something before I’ll go to sleep on the couch? Please?”

After he gets his partner’s attention, he thanks Iori and confesses. “I thought it would be interesting to see how you react, and I hoped that you’d be hyped for the second round. That’s all.”

“So, that’s what it was…” Yagami murmurs as he rolls his eyes. After a brief pause, he warns. “Do not make it worse for yourself, Kyo. I suggest you shut your mouth. Otherwise, you’ll be doing all the house chores, aside from cooking, not just for a month, but a couple instead. It also includes not having sex for a month. And if catch you jerking off, you’ll have an extra week as a penalty.”

“I understand that you’re mad at me, but don’t you think it’s a bit too much?” The brunette objects. But for now, he pushes his luck.

After Kyo lowers his gaze, he continues. “At least let me clear something for you. Yeah, your other side is more aggressive and doesn’t hold back. However, he only follows his instincts, and his huge stamina burst doesn’t last long.”

As the brunette removes his hands from Iori, he moves closer and rests his head against his chest. “Meanwhile, I know you wouldn’t mind if I do this, and you will never do anything against my will or dispose of me as soon as I fulfill my purpose. And do you know what else I can do with you only?”

After the Kusanagi withdraws, he takes his partner’s palm and places it on his chest while looking at him with such loving amber eyes.

For sure, such a gaze makes even the angered redhead’s heart skip a beat and feel the heat rushing to his cheeks.

In the end, when Kyo places his other hand on Iori’s shoulder, he closes his eyes and pulls him into a long but soft, innocent kiss.

When the brunette withdraws his face, he opens his eyes and confesses. “There. That should be more than enough. Besides, even if it’s not you who took my first time, but you’re the first one who made me feel good. And you are you, no matter with a flame or not, having a curse or not.”

“Tsk. And you still manage to brag about your previous sex life…” Yagami comments while keeping a poker face.

As Kyo’s face darkens, he objects. “To be honest, I wish it was a case, but it’s not. And wouldn’t call being chained and molested by the machines just for someone’s entertainment… or they referred - in the name of science.”

“If this is one of your jokes, cut that out.” Iori briefly orders.

Unfortunately, after Kyo hangs his head and remains silent for a while, Yagami covers his mouth and widens his eyes. For now, he only shakes his head. “No… Just tell me you’re lying.”

“Who did that you to you? Who the fuck is that bastard I should kill?! Hey, answer me, Kyo!” Iori desperately demands while holding Kyo by his shoulders.

“I don’t think that there is anything you can do to those who are already probably dead or died under the lab’s ruins.” The brunette replies in a nearly emotionless voice.

“And you kept it in secret all these years? Am I the last one to learn this?” Iori asks in a serious tone while trying to keep his poker face.

“It’s not something that I could just talk about without getting shamed or mocked. I… I never told anyone, not to my friends or even my family, about what was happening behind NESTS’s lab doors.” Kyo explains.

After a brief pause, he cracks a bitter smile. “Hey, how do you think my mom or dad would have reacted if I had shown up out of the blue after disappearing for an entire year just to tell them ‘Mom, Dad, I’m sorry if I made you worry. However, I was busy getting raped by the machines while being watched by the bunch of scientists.’? I can bet you that not only they would be upset but also ashamed and disappointed at how low their son has fallen from the grace. Besides, the entire Kusanagi clan would have disowned me for being such an embarrassment and bringing nothing but dishonor.”

Within each word, the brunette feels how difficult to speak, as if something is stuck inside his throat.

Nevertheless, he continues his speech. “I… I couldn’t even tell about what NESTS did to me to you because I was afraid that you would not only turn your back against me but also be disgusted and treat me like a plagued corpse. I thought that after you went to bring me back from the depths of hell and helped me to recover, you would hate and blame me for being weak if you knew this. However, that one evening I was genially in shock when I learned how you felt about me. Despite that, deep inside I knew you would never abuse or hurt me for a sick entertainment. And it felt so right to entrust myself to you.”

Lastly, the Kusanagi adds while staring at him with such guilty eyes. “So, now you’re the first and the only person whom I told about this, and I would understand if you want to get rid of me and have nothing to do with me.”

“You fool…” Iori briefly responds. Suddenly, he pulls Kyo into a tight hug.

For sure, such a gesture bewilders the brunette. Yet, when Iori places his palm behind his head, Kyo closes his eyes and does his best to keep his voice down.

Meanwhile, the redhead refuses to let him go and whispers. “As if I’ll do this to you.”

In the end, Iori closes his eyes and declares. “No god or devil will dare to stand in my way, nor I’ll allow you to fall into anyone’s dirty claws again. Even if you are a reckless idiot and trouble-maker, you still belong to me, Kyo. Listen, you’re not going anywhere. Not tonight, not tomorrow or ever. More importantly, Oreo sees you as one of his dads and he cares about you.”

But for now, Kyo hugs back his partner and thanks in a barely hearable voice and none of them want to disturb such a peaceful and serene moment and stay like this for a bit longer.

Besides, it’s better to keep the talk about Kyo’s foul language and behavior for tomorrow. Or so Iori decides.

#kof #king of fighters #iori yagami #kyo kusanagi #kyo x iori #iori x kyo #fanfiction #complete #one-shot #kyoxiori one-shot #hurt/comfort #romance #fluff

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One Step at a Time - Part 1

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A/N: IT IS TIME! I'm very excited for this fic, and I hope you all are too (even if it is a purely OC fic). I've loved these three since I introduced them (Chuckles and Arni first appeared in 200 Follower Celebration Ficlets, and Nita made her first appearance in “Reunion” and is also featured in one of those ficlets), and I wasn't certain if I'd ever write a fic for just them, but this one has really just been a labor of love from the start. I know this will probably have lower than normal readership since it doesn’t revolve canon characters, but I hope those that do read it love it as much as I do. As always, thank you to the absolutely incredible @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading this for me and encouraging me to write this (while also being a wonderful sounding board for all my ideas). Couldn’t do this without you, TJ! Without further ado...

Chapter Rating: T (entire work is rated E, but M-rated version can be found on AO3)

Warnings: language, canon-typical violence

Word Count: 6.6k words

It’s almost over.

Chuckles’s feet felt lighter as he stepped out of his fighter and onto the ladder next to the Z-95 Headhunter, slipping his helmet off and tucking it under his arm. He paused for a moment on the ladder to examine his reflection in the transparisteel of his cockpit viewport. He ran his fingers through his flattened mohawk, trying to stand the colored ends back up from where the helmet had pressed them against his skull. The teal color he’d dyed the tips of his hair a few weeks ago was fading to more of a greenish grey at this point, and his mouth twitched at the hue.

Needs a touch-up soon.

The color had been chosen by his friend Howzer after a lost game of sabacc to “ensure everyone knew who beat him.” Chuck would never admit it, but he’d liked the teal the best of any colors he’d tried during the war. It had looked nice against the magenta and grey of his armor.

Three years, and it might all end today.

When he reached the base of the ladder, he paused, glancing down at the helmet in his hands. His fingers traced the stars he’d painted for each of his fallen brothers on the plastoid, some of them with scratches marring their magenta paint. Turning the helmet, his thumb grazed the single grey star he’d painted on the back of the helmet near its base. He sighed.

Thank the Maker this might all be done. Was running out of real estate for these guys.

A few of the maintenance droids were already rolling towards his fighter, and he gave them one of his lop-sided grins, the scar on the right corner of his mouth tugging against the expression. “Make sure you polish her up good, fellas. By all accounts, it sounds like there’ll be a victory parade shortly.” The droids buzzed and beeped in excitement, the R7 unit spinning in an excited circle. Chuckles grinned, patting its metal dome as he moved past.

What to do with my day off? The possible last day of the war? Maybe I’ll go see that mechanic down in the temple garage. Might be time I finally asked her out to dinner. To celebrate.

Chuck glanced down at his armor before raising his arm and giving his armpit a sniff. The last mission had been shorter than the others, so the stink hadn’t set in yet. He shrugged, deciding not to run by the barracks and change.

Eh, who can say no to a guy in his armor? I showered yesterday anyway.

Reaching down, he made sure his sidearm was still in its holster at his hip before he stepped out of the garage. He’d misplaced the damn thing enough, and he was not about to be reprimanded by some uptight admiral on a day as momentous as this.

The streets of Coruscant were buzzing as usual, but today felt different. There was a charge of excitement that made the air feel electric, as if everyone knew what he did.

News travels fast, I’m sure. Especially good news.

He slipped his helmet back on so that he could monitor the clone comm channels. This was not the day to be out of the loop. He tuned into the main feed, listening to the crackle that was occasionally interrupted by one of the millions of voices that all sounded like his, reporting statuses or giving order updates. If General Kenobi could just handle things on Utapau with the 212th, then it would be all over.

A new beginning.

Chuckles had been created to fight in this war, and with the end of it looming, he wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about his future. If he was honest, he hadn’t really thought that far ahead. With as many brothers as he’d lost, he’d just assumed he’d wind up as a star or a hashmark on someone else’s armor at some point, but now, he’d made it.

Beat the odds, I guess. Despite the galaxy’s best efforts.

The columns of the Jedi temple loomed taller as he approached, their towers reaching up to pierce the clear Coruscant sky that was beginning to turn orange and pink as dusk approached. Chuckles nodded to a few of the Jedi stewards as he passed into the gardens that ran along the side of the temple. He loved cutting through them to get to the maintenance garages. Normally, they were filled with masters and padawans meditating or younglings running about, but today, they were uncharacteristically still.

Probably all inside tuned to the feeds like I am. Wonder if General Rancisis is back from Saleucami yet. He’ll want to be here for this.

He paused under one of the larger trees in the garden, his head tilting up to observe the fluttering petals of the blooms that had broken out across the branches since the last time he’d been here. A few of the pale pink petals were caught in the breeze and fluttered downward towards him. Chuckles reached out his glove to catch one of them, smiling to himself underneath his bucket.

“Attention all Coruscant-based troops. Attention all Coruscant-based troops.”

Chuckles paused, listening to the buzzing, monotone voice in his helmet.

“Execute Order 66.”

There was a ringing in his ears before a flash of pain shot across his vision, blinding him for a second as he cursed loudly. His hand flew to the side of his helmet. The petals he’d caught drifted to the ground, his boots crushing them as he tried to steady himself, his knees shaking.

“Execute Order 66.”

Another searing blast emanated from the right side of his head, and Chuckles pressed his hand against the tree as he tried to stay on his feet.

Good soldiers…

He slapped the side of his helmet, trying desperately to clear his mind. His thumb grazed the comm switch, silencing the channel that was just repeating the same directive over and over. Another bolt of pain slammed into him, and he roared a curse. And then, as suddenly as it came, it dissipated. Chuck was crouching down by the tree, bracing his palms against the bark of its trunk as he took several deep steadying breaths. The rushing of his blood in his ears had subsided, giving way to a deafening silence. He rested the forehead of his bucket against the tree as he inhaled deeply once more.

What the kriff was that?

A scream ripped through the silence. Chuckles froze, almost wondering if he had imagined it until he heard another one, unmistakable and a much lower register than the first. And then came the blaster fire. Chuckles ripped his sidearm from its holster, crouching against the tree.

Good soldiers follow…

The pain came roaring back and he gasped, banging on the side of his helmet again.

Come on, get it together, Chuck.

He heard the pounding steps of someone running. Crouching low, he peered around the trunk cautiously. The back door of the temple was open. A blonde human padawan was running from it, making her way across the courtyard, her lightsaber in hand as her dark robes trailed behind her. Suddenly, multiple blaster bolts erupted out of the door. The padawan whirled, and Chuckles could see tears streaming down her face.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!” she screamed before another volley of bolts flew through the door. Chuck stood, running towards her as fast as his legs could carry him. He made it through the durasteel decorative gate, sprinting towards the hedges that lined the courtyard the padawan was standing in, but as he went to vault them, one of the branches caught his toe. As he fell forward, his arms flailing, he watched as a blaster bolt caught the padawan in her shoulder. She dropped her lightsaber as another one caught her in the chest, and she collapsed to the ground, her blonde braid trailing behind her.

No.

Chuckles felt bile rise in his throat as he slammed onto his chest behind a set of bushes. The wind was knocked out of him, and before he could struggle to his feet, he froze as three clone troopers in blue and white armor jogged out the door of the temple. They approached the padawan, their blasters trained on her. One of them crouched down, checking her before nodding at the others. Chuckles watched in horror as they abandoned the padawan’s body, retreating into the temple.

What? Why would they do that? She needs help. She needs…did they kill her?

From where he lay, hidden from view, he could see inside the temple now. The unmistakable blur of lightsabers shone down the hallways, deflecting blaster bolts back at more troopers in blue and white armor. Chuckles watched another group of Jedi fall, the troopers stepping over the bodies left in their wake. Pushing himself to his knees, Chuckles lifted his helmet just enough to vomit violently into the bushes.

What the kriff is happening? The temple is under attack. Where did the Seppies get clone armor? How did this many of them get on Coruscant with no one noticing?

He took a deep shuddering breath.

Focus. You need to focus.

He punched the comm on his arm. “This is CT-4311. Does anyone read me?” He was met with silence. In frustration, he punched the comm again. “HELLO? This is CT-4311! I’m at the Jedi temple, and they are under attack by soldiers wearing clone armor. We need as many battalions as we can get down here ASAP.” No response. He banged his vambrace against the ground again. “HELLO? IS ANYONE THERE?” He slapped the switch on his helmet again, tuning to the main comm channel.

Surely this is making the waves.

“Execute Order 66.”

The pain shot through his skull again, and he gasped before switching the comm back off.

What the kriff is going on?

A rustle in a set of bushes off to his left made him jump. Chuckles sprang to his feet, drawing his sidearm and aiming it at the source of the sound.

“IDENTIFY YOURSELF.”

The bushes rustled again, closer to him this time, and Chuckles took a step backwards as he tried to put more authority in his voice. “I SAID IDENTIFY YOURSELF.” He gripped the blaster tighter, trying to hide the shaking of his hands.

Hushed whispers carried to him from the foliage. Suddenly, he noted two bright, honey-colored eyes peering at him from between two branches.

It’s a youngling.

He holstered his blaster, squatting back down. “Hey there, can you come out?” He went to take a step forward, but before his heel could hit dirt, a blur of brown and blue stepped in between him and the bush. A yellow lightsaber hummed in front of his face, held by a quivering young blue Twi’lek.

“DON’T TOUCH HER.”

The kid’s face was covered in tear stains, their bottom lip trembling as they dug their teeth in as if that would keep them from dissolving into a sobbing mess. They were mostly blue with a tan birthmark on one side of their face that reached from their chin to just below their eye, almost like a splotch of paint had been flung at them. The kid’s lekku hung down their back, trembling along with the rest of them. They were dressed in a traditional brown Jedi tunic and robe that matched their lekku wrappings and the cap that covered their head, but along their belt were multiple pouches with handwritten labels. Bacta. Bolts. Snacks. I’ll have to ask what kind of snacks later. Chuckles glanced at their face. Can’t be older than twelve, maybe not even that.

“Back up,” the Twi’lek demanded in a quavering voice.

The bushes behind the youngling rustled again, and a small Pantoran emerged. Her silver hair was wound into two messy buns on either side of her head with a few leaves from the bush sticking out of them. She wore a silver tunic that seemed just a little too large for her, her sleeves hiding most of her hands. Her large golden eyes appraised the clone in front of her, but before she could speak, the Twi’lek shoved her behind them. The Pantoran peered at Chuckles from behind her companion’s robes. There was fear in her eyes, but also curiosity. That one’s probably six or seven. Maker alive, what is happening?

Chuckles raised his hands in surrender, sinking into a crouch behind the bushes, blocking them from the view of the door.

“Kid, look-”

“Why?” the Twi’lek demanded. “Why are you doing this to us?”

“Doing what?”

“Why are you attacking us? Why are you killing us?” the youngling demanded.

Chuckles stared at them blankly. “It’s not us, kid. Someone must have stolen our armor. We would never-”

“IT IS YOU! I SAW ONE OF THEM TAKE OFF THEIR HELMET!”

Chuckles’s heart thundered in his chest. That can’t be. Why would we attack the Jedi? That doesn’t make any sense. What the kriff is happening? He shook his head. No, focus. I’ve got to get these kids out of here. He made a move towards the Twi’lek, but the youngling brandished their lightsaber as firmly as they could.

“Stay. Back.”

Chuckles noticed the youngling’s eyes were flicking back and forth as they looked at him, and then he remembered he was wearing his helmet. Slowly, he reached for the base of his bucket, sliding it up and over his head and setting it on the ground next to him before he raised his hands once more. The Twi’lek’s face seemed to soften a bit at the sight of a human face staring back at them.

It’s harder to kill something with a face, Chuckles thought.

“Listen, I don’t know what’s happening either. I’m just as scared and confused as you are. But, I’m not going to hurt you. I want to get you out of here, alright?” The Twi’lek appeared to be considering it carefully, their eyes darting to the direction of the screams that were still coming from the temple and then back to Chuckles. Chuck took a deep breath. “I’m not one of them, kid.”

“Arni.” The Pantoran gently tugged on the Twi’lek’s robes. “I think he’s telling the truth. Reach out to him.”

The Twi’lek looked at her for a moment before moistening their lips. “I…I can’t read him without touching him. I haven’t gotten good enough at it yet.”

Chuckles thought for a second before taking his blaster and tossing it near the Twi’lek’s feet. We need to get out of here, but I need them to trust me first. Pulling the binders he had on his belt, he held them up. “I’m gonna put these on, ok? You’ll have to let me out once you’re sure. And if you don’t get the right…read, you can just leave me here, alright?” And then I’ll be on my own. But at least maybe they’ll be safe. Or at least, safer I guess. Before he could overthink it further, Chuckles turned so his back was to the two younglings, slipping the binders over his wrists and locking them in place. He gave them a tug to demonstrate he was locked in. The two younglings whispered again behind him before coming around to stand in front of him. The Twi’lek Arni stepped closer, and with trembling hands, cupped his face. Their palms were sweaty and cold, and Chuck could feel them trembling against his cheeks. Arni closed their eyes, their brows furrowing in concentration. Chuckles closed his eyes as well, feeling a warmth wash over him that seemed to emanate from the kid’s fingertips despite their clamminess. He’d never really experienced the Force before, but he imagined that was what he was feeling now. It was…pleasant.

Suddenly, a rush of memories overtook him. His batchmate with him in a supply closet, drunk and giggling uncontrollably as they tried to stifle their laughter to hide from one of the trainers on Kamino. The first time he flew. The first time he saw a sunset on Bespin, soaring and diving through the pink and gold clouds. The losses. Painting the stars on his helmet. The sobs. The anger. And then, the moment the Twi’lek had stepped out of the bushes. He felt as though he was watching a replay of his life. And then, it was over, and he was staring at the back of his eyelids. His eyes fluttered open, refocusing in the bright light. Arni stood before him, panting.

“You…you’re telling the truth. You’re not one of them.”

“I’m not. Will you let me help get the two of you out of here?”

An explosion rumbled from within the temple, and all three of them turned to see smoke billowing out of the upper windows. Arni moved quickly behind Chuckles, and he felt the binders click and loosen. He sighed in relief as he slapped them back to his belt. Turning, he gripped the Twi’lek’s shoulders, looking in their eyes to try and steady them. I can’t do this without them. I need them with me.

“Arni, right?”

The kid nodded.

“Ok, Arni. I’m Chuckles, but you can call me Chuck.” He turned, extending a hand behind him, which the Pantoran glanced at before looking at Arni. The Twi’lek nodded at her, and the Pantoran slipped her small, pudgy hand into Chuckles’s gloved one. He gave it a reassuring squeeze. “What’s your name?”

“Nita,” she said quietly.

“Excellent, we all know each other now. You two have done so well getting this far, and I can get us out of here, but I’m going to need your help, alright?” His words were more certain than he felt.

The two younglings nodded.

“I’m a pilot, so if I can get us to a ship, we’ll be in good shape. Do either of you know if there are any in the garage?”

Arni thought for a moment before nodding. “No fighters, but a few transports and maybe a freighter when I was down there yesterday.”

“Good. Good. Ok, to the garage then. You two stay close to me.” Chuckles reached for his helmet and blaster, sliding the bucket back over his head. It muted the smell of smoke that had started to permeate the air. Quickly, he ushered the two younglings forward, keeping low behind the bushes as they raced towards the garage entrance. After a few minutes, it became apparent Nita was struggling, so Chuckles scooped her up. “I’ve got you, kid. You’re alright.” He felt her tiny hands dig into the fabric of his undersuit at his neck, and he gently pressed his helmet against her head. “You’re gonna be alright.” He looked over to Arni, who was jogging next to him. “If we see anyone, you help me out, ok? That lightsaber will prove pretty handy in a fight.” Arni nodded, but he could still see the tremble in the young Twi’lek’s hands at the thought.

They managed to make it to the garage door. “Can you get us in?” Chuckles asked Arni. The Twi’lek nodded, digging out a slip of flimsi from one of their pouches before setting to work finding the door code punching it into the panel. Chuckles turned his back to the door, scanning the courtyard for any approaching clone troopers. He clicked the stun setting on his blaster. Just in case.

Smoke was billowing from the Jedi temple now, a dark column reaching towards the sky, which felt more blood red than anything at this point, far more menacing than it had been mere minutes before. Chuckles felt himself sigh with relief when he heard the door beep and hiss open. Turning, he nodded at Arni. “Alright kid, lead the way. We need-”

“YOU THERE! STOP.”

Kriff.

Chuckles froze, his breathing growing shallow as he recognized the voice. A brother.

He turned back slowly, his grip tightening on the blaster at his side. Two troopers in blue and white armor were approaching him and the younglings, blasters aimed at them.

“What’s up fellas?” he asked, trying to keep his voice even.

“Where are you taking those traitors?”

“To…um…to the prison block. Figured a transport would help me get there faster.”

“They’re marked for execution.”

Chuckles’s breath stuttered in his throat.

“They’re kids,” he rasped. “Just kids.”

“They’re traitors to the Republic and are to be executed.”

What the kriff is going on?

“We’re not killers. We don’t do this,” he said quietly, a plea sneaking into his tone. “Please don’t do this.”

“Put the youngling down.”

Chuckles’s mind raced before coming to the clear decision. Something’s wrong. I have no kriffing idea what, but this is wrong. I have to protect these kids.

“Nita, close your eyes honey, ok?” he whispered.

“Are you not going to comply?” the trooper demanded.

“Arni, stay behind me.” He heard the Twi’lek shuffle in the doorway.

The trooper on his right took a step forward first. Chuck raised his blaster and fired, but rather than the blue stun rings he expected, a lethal bolt erupted from the muzzle. The bolt struck the trooper between the eyes, and his body collapsed limply to the ground, a small trail of smoke snaking from the smoldering hole in his helmet.

I clicked on stun. Why is it not on stun?

The other trooper raised his blaster, but before he could squeeze the trigger, Chuckles shot him in the chest twice. His body hit the ground with a thud, his blaster skittering out of his hand.

I just killed two of my brothers. I set it to stun. Why…how?

It felt as though Chuckles was trapped in the worst nightmare of his life, everything around him sounding muted and muffled. It was far worse than any of the battles he’d relived in his sleep, snapping awake in a cold sweat, but even as he stood rooted to the ground, he knew there would be no waking escape this time.

This can’t be happening. It can’t.

Nita whimpering in his ear pulled him back to the present. He looked at the blaster in his hand, still smoking, and then back at the bodies. He felt a tug on his arm and looked down to see Arni staring up at him.

“We’ve got to go,” the youngling whispered.

“Yeah. Yeah we’ve got to go.” He slipped the blaster back into its holster at his hip and wrapped his other arm around Nita, cradling her against his chest. He felt a dampness in the fabric of his undersuit as he stepped into the garage.

“Arni, lock the door behind us. That’ll buy us some time.”

He set the little Pantoran girl down and looked her over. She was trembling, tears streaming down her blue cheeks quietly, but she didn’t seem to be injured. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t cry, but I’m just so scared,” she whimpered.

She shouldn’t have to endure this. She’s just a kid.

“Hey, none of that. You are doing so good, ok? This is scary,” Chuckles soothed, brushing some of her stray hairs out of her face. He paused before taking his helmet off again. “You know what helps me feel brave? Wearing this.” He slid the helmet on her head, and it immediately slipped to her shoulders, far too big for her. “There, do you feel braver?”

The helmet nodded wordlessly, swinging back and forth on her tiny shoulders.

“Alright. You look braver. And cooler.”

“Chuckles, over here!” He looked up to see Arni waving at him from a freighter.

Taking Nita’s hand, he strode towards the ship quickly, appraising it as much as he could from its exterior. Corellian. Small freighter. Should have at least a hyperdrive and looks to have forward cannons for defense. It’s a bucket of bolts, but it’ll do.

“Good stuff kid. I’m gonna take Nita inside and get the pre-flight started. Do you know how to open the main roll-up door?” Gently, he pushed the little Pantoran inside the ship’s hatch.

Arni nodded.

“Can you do that quickly and get back here as fast as you can?”

Arni looked around, their eyes settling on another keypad against the far wall. Chuckles could see the wheels turning in the kid’s head, calculating the risk.

“Hey, I know it’s scary, but I need to get this ship warmed up, or else it’s gonna be another few minutes before we get out of here. Now, can you do it?”

Arni looked back up at him with wide, fearful eyes. The kid had been so brave, but the facade was starting to crack. Chuckles placed his hands on the Twi’lek’s shoulders again.

“I won’t leave without you.” He held out a pinky. “Pinky promise.”

Arni blinked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Hey, for me and my batchmates, this is as good as a blood oath. Now gimme some pinky and let’s get this done.”

Arni gave him a small smile before locking their pinky with his and then turning and sprinting towards the keypad on the wall. Chuckles bolted into the ship, leaving the main hatch open for Arni. Sliding into the pilot seat, he examined the control panel.

Simple enough. Even simpler than a Headhunter.

Glancing over, he saw Nita was sitting in the co-pilot seat, her feet dangling off the front of the chair. The helmet was still perched on her head, watching him as it swung.

“Buckle up, honey. This might get bumpy.”

Chuckles began slamming switches to boot up the flight computer and warm up the hyperdrive. The ship whined to life, the various buttons on the flight console flickering on. Another explosion rocked the building, sending dust falling from the garage’s ceiling.

“HOW WE DOIN’, ARNI?”

He heard a loud mechanical squeal and saw the first traces of Coruscant's waning sunlight filtering in as the garage’s main door began to lift. A few seconds later, he heard a thud as Arni leapt into the ship, slamming the hatch shut behind them.

“They’re coming,” the Twi’lek said quietly.

Chuckles leaned forward to look past Nita, and sure enough, he could see the door they had entered through shuddering under what he could only assume was troopers trying to get in. He turned to Arni, keeping his voice level despite the panic rising within him.

“Buckle Nita into one of the rear seats and then strap in yourself,” he said, standing to reach the exterior light controls before turning to his tiny co-pilot. “Nita, I need Arni up here with me, ok? You’ll have to sit in the back for now in one of the jump seats.”

Nita appeared to consider the proposition. “Can I keep the helmet on?”

“Absolutely. Arni?”

Arni lifted Nita out of the seat clumsily, helping her towards the rear of the ship as Chuck eased the freighter forward, frantically trying to get a feel for the controls. He hadn’t expected the freighter to be as nimble as his fighter of course, but the response felt slower than a stoned bantha, lumbering and clumsy. Chuckles ground his teeth together, trying to gauge just how minute small movements actually were as he piloted the ship around a few stacks of supply crates. Arni slid into the seat next to him just as a blast rocked the rear of the ship. Nita squealed in fear.

“It’s alright honey, just a bit of a bump,” Chuckles called over his shoulder before leaning over to Arni and pointing at a few of the displays on the console. “This thing does have basic shields. I need you to work on getting all power diverted to our aft end. Can you do that?”

The young Twi’lek nodded before they leaned forward, pressing buttons. Chuckles punched a button to bring up a rear camera and swore under his breath. An entire battalion was pouring in behind them, blasters firing at the ship with a few heavies moving into position. “You got it, kid?”

“Yup, almost there.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Chuckles could see the displayed mapping of the shields shift, and he gave the Twi’lek a tight smile. “Good. Nice job. Now get strapped in. I don’t think we’re out of the woods yet.”

As if the galaxy was playing a cruel joke on him, the proximity sensors began screaming. Leaning over, he brought up the radar and swore more loudly this time. “Fighters inbound. You ever work a ship’s gun before?”

Arni’s eyes were wider than saucers. “No.”

“Alright, well the best training is on the job.” Chuckles joked dryly, reaching over past the kid and swinging the controls in front of them. “This is your computer. Helps you aim. You’re too close for torpedoes, so stick to lasers. That’s these buttons here.” He tapped the grey triggers lightly. “When you’re ready to fire, flip this switch so that it’s green. That means the gun’s hot. Then you want to line up your target in this box. If you can get the little ‘x’ over the main body of a ship or a wing, you’ll be in business. Then you give ‘em hell. Clear as mud?”

Arni placed shaking hands on the controls and nodded.

“You’ve got this, Arni. I know you can do it.”

At least I hope so, or we’re all dead.

The Twi’lek nodded wordlessly again. Chuckles didn’t miss the way their throat bobbed with a hard swallow.

“Nita, honey do you have a favorite song?” he called into the back.

“Yes.” Her voice sounded tiny, even through the helmet’s modulator.

“Great. I don’t know many songs. Can you sing it for me to help me learn it?”

“Right now?”

“Yup. Right now. I love multitasking, so let’s put on a concert. I hear all Pantorans have great singing voices.”

The ship shuddered again, and Chuckles glanced over at Arni. “Shields are holding in the rear,” the young Twi’lek said quietly, seeming to understand what Chuckles was trying to do.

“Alright, when I tell you, swap the power back so that we’re 75 percent in front, 25 at the rear, got it? We’ll need more power to block fire from the fighters ahead of us, but we can’t leave our back end totally unprotected.”

Arni nodded.

From the rear of the ship, Nita’s tiny voice began to sing.

“I’ve been to many moons and all the stars in the sky

I’ve been to rocky shores where all the fish fly

But all of them pale, yes all of them pale

When compared to my darlin’s sweet, sweet ale.”

Chuckles stifled a nervous giggle. “Nita, where did you hear that?”

She pushed up the helmet to look at him. “One of the troopers was singing it once. I said I liked it, and he taught it to me. His name was Hardcase.”

Chuckles huffed a laugh, noticing Arni watching him out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t know many troopers from the 501st, but everyone had known Hardcase.

Still a menace, even beyond the grave, he thought, a smirk creeping across his face.

“Is it a good song?” Nita asked hesitantly.

One of the best drinking songs I know. At least he didn’t teach her the verses.

“It’s great honey, keep singing.” Chuck’s eyes flicked down to the radar blips that were quickly approaching. “Ready to swap the shield power, kid?” he asked Arni quietly.

“Yes.”

“Good. On my count. Three…two…one.”

Arni frantically punched the buttons in front of them just as two fighters swung into view at the mouth of the garage.

“GOT IT!” the Twi’lek said excitedly.

“Great job, kid. You’re doing so well. Alright, remember, flip to green and then shoot. Get it armed. Don’t shoot unless they fire at us first though. There’s still a chance they don’t know we’re trying to get out of here.”

The first fighter immediately began peppering them with laserfire. Chuckles swore under his breath. “Alright, never mind. Shoot ‘em back.”

Arni swallowed hard, but he saw the youngling flip the switch to arm the guns before opening fire. Reaching over, Chuckles slammed the throttle forward. He realized it had grown quiet in the rear of the ship.

“Come on, Nita! Keep singing!”

There was still silence as the ship rocked from a well-placed bolt from one of the fighters.

“Arni?”

“Forward shields still at 68 percent.”

“Good. Keep firing. NITA! Come on! I’ve been to many moons…”

Nita hesitantly joined him, and Arni started singing as well after a few minutes. Chuckles sang louder as alarms began sounding around him, warning him that he was pushing the ship to its limits. Just hold together a bit longer, you kriffin’ rust bucket. You weren’t my first choice either.

Arni gasped next to him, and he redirected his attention to one of the fighters, which now had smoke pouring from one of its wings as it drifted out of view, slowly beginning to spiral downwards. Chuckles let loose a whoop. “YES! That’s the way to shoot, kid.”

“I hope they make it out ok,” Arni said softly, and Chuckles sobered.

“I’m sure they will. They have ejection seats.” His heart broke as he watched the Twi’lek nod, clearly not certain. Reaching up, he pulled down the hyperspace display from above Arni’s head. “Alright, you’ve done good work, but I need another favor. Do you know how to set up a hyperspace jump?”

The Twi’lek stared at the display, their eyes flicking between the various readouts before nodding. “Shouldn’t be too hard. I’ll need coordinates though.”

Chuck’s mind raced as he dodged the fire from the last fighter. I’m gonna have to pull it into a steep climb and then just jettison into hyperspace from the upper atmosphere. I’ll never outrun them otherwise. But where do we go? I don’t know how widespread this is. Can’t take them to a Republic world. Definitely not a Separatist system. No neutral ones close by. There’s… yeah, that’ll work.

Reaching over, he punched in a set of coordinates over Arni’s head. “Use those. Get the calculations started.”

Arni squinted at the coordinates. “Where is that?”

“A safe spot,” Chuckles replied. “Just trust me.”

Arni looked at him for another few seconds before nodding, beginning to program the computer for the jump calculation. Nita had looped back through the chorus of her drinking song again, and as Chuckles cast a quick glance over his shoulder, he grinned at the tiny Pantoran, swaying back and forth with his helmet on, the base of it swinging back and forth as she moved. The ship rocked from another blast, and her voice faltered, but Arni took up the chorus louder, and she joined in again. Chuckles gave the Twi’lek a grateful smile before rolling the ship hard to the right.

“HANG ON, KIDS! Arni, let me know the second we’re good for the jump.”

“Another few seconds. We’re close.”

The ship shuddered.

“Rear shields are failing,” Arni stated, fear starting to trickle back into their tone.

“Don’t worry about them. Keep working the calcs. Won’t need the shields when we jump out of here.”

Chuck yanked the ship’s yoke hard, pulling the freighter into a tight turn that kept the front of the ship facing towards the other fighter and swinging around so that the fighter was forced to circle back towards the garage, keeping all sources of fire in front of the freighter. Leaning over, he threw a switch to reverse the thrust of the engines, pushing the ship backwards.

“You’re in a speeder lane!” Arni said urgently. “You might hit someone!”

“I’m bigger and they’re faster. They’ll get out of the way,” Chuckles said as casually as he could. “How much time?”

“Five seconds.”

“Give me a countdown.”

“Five…four…three…”

Chuckles flipped the direction of the thrust again, pulling back on the yoke with all of his might and sending the ship skyward. He pushed the engine to its max, searching for a clear hole in the speeder lanes to shoot through.

“Two…”

The clone pilot could feel his teeth creaking as he ground them together. Glancing at the radar that showed the orbiting ships, he held his breath. Just need our trajectory to stay clear for another few seconds.

The ship jolted. Nita screamed.

“ARNI! NOW!”

Chuckles felt the familiar pull of his stomach pushing to the back of his chest cavity as the hyperdrive whined to life, pressing him back in his seat. Coruscant’s sky seemed to smear past the viewports as the engines began to roar, the sky rushing towards them. Chuck closed his eyes and exhaled.

Please let this work.

In between heartbeats, he felt the pressure on his chest ease as the ship stopped accelerating, the roar around them fading to a steady hum. Chuck opened his eyes slowly, and felt his body almost sag into the chair in relief at the familiar sight of blue and white star streaks of hyperspace that were rushing past them. Turning his head, he looked at the Twi’lek next to him. Arni was still clutching the guns so hard their knuckles were pale, visibly quivering. Chuckles climbed out of his seat, flicking the safety back onto the guns before gently removing Arni’s hands from the triggers and pushing the weapons controls away. The Twi’lek had a dazed expression as they looked at him, their eyes somewhat blank as Chuckles spun their chair to face him.

“You did good, kid. You did exactly what you needed to do to get us out of there, alright?” Chuck said quietly, resting his hands on Arni’s shoulders. The youngling nodded slowly, swallowing hard again.

“What do we do now?” they asked quietly.

Chuckles took a deep breath, exhaling it in a deep sigh. “I don’t know yet. But we’ll figure it out.”

Arni bobbed their head, but their eyes were glued to the floor of the ship.

Unsure of what else to do, Chuck searched for the right words. “Hey, look at me.”

Arni met his gaze, their wide brown eyes glossy with unshed tears.

“Do you trust me, kid?”

Arni’s eyes became focused as they studied the clone crouched in front of them. After a few seconds, they nodded. “Yes.”

“Good. Because I’m going to need you and little one back there to help me. We’ll get through this. Together. One step at a time.”

“Why did your brothers want to kill us?”

The memory of the smoking hole in the front of the trooper’s helmet flashed in Chuckles’s mind again, and he blinked rapidly, trying to fight the tightness that suddenly began squeezing his chest.

Keep it together in front of the kids. Focus.

“I don’t know, kid. It doesn’t make any sense. But I promise I won’t let anything bad happen to you and Nita. Alright?” He held out his pinky again, and a small smile tugged at one corner of Arni’s mouth. They wrapped their thin blue pinky around Chuckles’s thicker, gloved one.

“Alright.”

The sound of coughing made them both turn and Chuckles grimaced as he took in the sight of Nita holding his helmet in front of her as she vomited into it.

“I’m sorry. The ship made my tummy upset,” she said softly after she finished retching.

Chuckles ran his fingers through his mohawk again, giving her a small smile. “It’s ok, honey. We’ll get it cleaned up. Definitely my fault for flying like a drunken mynock.”

The little Pantoran giggled before tilting her head back down and emptying the rest of her stomach contents into his bucket.

Chuckles sighed.

One step at a time.

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plaindangan · 1 year

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Junko~? Who can survive the longest before surrendering to your MASSIVE cake butt?! Mukuro, ryoko, or a really busy yasuke.

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

"Puhuhuhu!~ So you really wanna know which of those three could ever hope to stack up, hm? Thankfully, I'm a step ahead of you on this one" Slapping her meaty, jiggly, ass (taking pride as it shook so enticingly. Switching to her depressed state, she signed and clapped her hands. "I didn't have much going for me that day so I took the liberty of going about the experiment myself and even filming it a bit..."

From the walls, a television screen emerged. Firstly displaying a scene of Junko in the youngest triplet's room, in nothing but a ruby red thong, pushing her caked up backside up in poor Ryoko's face. The analyst seemed to try, she really did, but with how Junko seemed to pride herself in making things difficult by really grinding and rubbing her doughy cheeks into the woman's face, it was only natural that Ryoko would tap out soon after about three minutes. (Tapping out in this case, being smacking Junko's bottom as fast and hard as possible. Granted, being this is Junko, whenever she decided to move was probably a little later than what the other party hoped for).

The scene then shifted to Yasuke, who was originally going back and forth inside of his office, scrambling to get his papers for his next research project in order. So one can imagine how he reacted when Junko, being devious bitch incarnate, pretty much tackled him out of nowhere and began facesitting him.

"MMMMMPHHHHHHHHH!!! JHMNMKPHHHH!!" Muffled, annoyed, screams bellowed out from underneath his pale, sweaty, jelly prison, but Junko continued to ignore him in favor of at least organizing his papers. After all, if Yasuke kept this up then he'd probably pass out arouuuuund......huh. About seven minutes? A bit more than she expected, but he really spent quite a while just yelling his heart out. Poor thing!~ After ensuring his work was in order, she got up, gave him a nice peck on the cheek and happily sauntered out.

Finally, there was Mukuro...and boy did Junko not look happy in this one. She had caught Mukuro bench pressing in the gym and had quietly plopped down on her face as she held the bar up. At first, the trickster was quite pleased, betting that Mukuro was in quite the bit of despair of having both her oxygen on a time limit and trying to steady herself to not drop the weights....at least that's what she thought. Five minutes....fifteen minutes....twenty-five minutes....thirty fi-!? Argh!!! Junko even took the time to do her past shtick of rubbing her bottom against Mukuro's face or bouncing on it a bit!! Giving her some temporary relief...and taking that away just as quick!! Nothing! She wasn't quitting or passing out!! Annoyed she got up and glared at Mukuro.

"Seriously, how the Hell do you make suffering under moi's ass boring as shit!? What gives!!" Taking a few moments to relish that sweet, sweet air, a blushing Mukuro gently sat the bar and got up.

"Ah, well....stuff like this isn't too uncommon in Fenrir." Well, kind of. She never had to worry about a sweaty ass being the one to restrict her breathing like this. Admittedly, some part of her also enjoys this kind of treatment...but best not to say that part out loud.

"Ugh, of course a pervy musclehead like you picked up something like that! Again, even your weird skills are a disappointment. To make up for this, you're doing the same thing to Makoto once we leave, got it!?"

"E-e-eh!? I-I, I...." knowing she can't escape her fate, her sighed in defeat. "Y-yes, sis..."

"So there you have it!~ Don't you find it interesting how the worst and best takers were both my disappointing sisters? I guess you can always count on family when it matters!!" Junko said in a cutesy voice. As the video was going on, she had stripped completely naked, shaking and occasionally slapping her perky butt once eyes were back on her.

"Though all this talk and footage has got me in the mood to do a bit of a repeat...though perhaps next time I'll target different subject?" Well, whatever she picked, it was going to be heaven for her...

And absolute doughy Hell for her victims!~

#coweade asks #DRenoshima-R18 #DRikusaba-R18 #DRotonashi-R18 #DRmatsuda-R18

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cursedprincesarchive · 9 months

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DREAMER

“So, this is the city of the gods, eh?”

Merewen nodded her head, apprehensive to speak so loudly. The dead silence of the city made her uneasy.

“What, giving me the silent treatment? You know— hnng!” Merewen shoved her dirty sword-cleaning cloth in Erik’s mouth, then pressed a finger against her lips. Be quiet, she tried to scold with her eyes.

Erik squinted at her and removed the cloth, tossing it back.

Lucky she shut him up when she did, because a pair of heavy footsteps was echoing down the alley headed their way. She grabbed Erik’s sleeve and forced the two of them in a tight alcove adjacent to the alley.

Sure enough, a Silver Knight was patrolling. Alone, thankfully. Merewen attempted to fight one before and nearly lost her arms. Erik came in handy when fighting these things, at least. His long-ranged magic was far less dangerous to use than her shortswords. It probably wasn’t a good idea to engage the knight in such close quarters, however. She felt Erik tense beside her as the hulking knight passed, and she silently hoped the knight wasn’t smart enough to turn its head slightly to the right.

Clomp, clomp, clomp… the knight’s metallic footsteps faded into the distance.

Merewen wasted no time. She yanked Erik’s sleeve again and ran up the alleyway, hoping to find an open building to hide in. The alcove trick wasn’t going to work every time.

A short distance away was a squat building with its windows busted out. It’ll do. She kicked the wooden door open and hurried Erik in before her. After slamming it shut, she propped a couple broken wooden chairs left inside the building against the door. Would it keep out a seven-foot-tall fully armored knight? Not at all, but it was the best option she had.

“One of those guys again? Who did you say they were, Merry?”

“They’re former knights of Gwyn. Highly dangerous, even in their Hollowed state,” Merewen scoffed, holding out her scarred arms. Estus did only so much to heal. They weren’t bloody and broken at the moment, but her flesh hadn’t fully healed from their last encounter.

“Listen to me, Erik,” Merewen began sharpening her swords as she spoke. “This isn’t a game anymore. We’re in some serious danger now. Anor Londo may seem empty, but clearly it isn’t.”

The sound of metal on whetstone was all that filled the room for a short while. Erik folded his arms and mumbled, “I’m… sorry. I’ll be quiet when we’re out there.”

“Good. Because I would’ve taken away that stupid hat if you wouldn’t comply.” She tucked her swords back into her belt, satisfied with their sharpness.

Erik grasped at his head, clearly offended at her statement. “There is NOTHING wrong with my hat, Merry! It’s customary for sorcerers to have these! It’s an imitation of Big Hat Logan, one of the greatest sorcerers of all time!”

Merewen smirked, knowing Erik cared about his pointy hat more than anything else in this world. She loved teasing him about it.

He looked quite ridiculous, not only because of the hat, but also the elaborate robes he wore. They were long and decorated with blue and yellow moon motifs. His sleeves were so large they could hide ten bottles of wine. He was a sorcerer and astrologist, and he really made sure everyone knew it.

Merewen remembered when they first met. She was a thief, and a proud one, too. She saw Erik’s extravagant garb and marked him as a prime target for robbery. After she corned him in an alleyway, she quickly found out she was mistaken. There wasn’t a single thing worth a damn on him. She recalled Erik’s panicked yet embarrassed look on his face when she threatened him to cough up his valuables at knifepoint. She felt so bad for him that she bought him a drink at a local tavern, and the two ended up traveling together ever since.

She was smiling to herself, reliving that memory as they once again set out on the streets of Anor Londo. Their footsteps were kept as light as possible by wearing leather boots. The pair decided to come up with a few different hand signals to communicate nonverbally.

Anor Londo would’ve truly been a sight to behold if they weren’t on the lookout for danger. The buildings were meticulously crafted, with stained glass windows and elaborate metal frames. The streets were perfectly cobbled with wrought iron rails bordering the sides. Not to mention the sheer size of the place; it was quite easy to get lost in the maze of buildings. It felt so wrong the only living things left in Anor Londo were shells of former knights and the occasional feral dog.

Merewen only decided to come here because she heard about Aldrich, Devourer of Gods from the Firekeeper. She desperately wanted to do something of value. Thievery was nice for the time being, but after being reawakened as an Unkindled, she felt a new spark in her. So, like any good Unkindled, she gratefully accepted the quest of returning the Lords of Cinder to their thrones. She found out that two other Lords of Cinder, the Abyss Watchers and Yhorm the Giant, had already been defeated. That left two options: Aldrich or the Twin Princes. Erik seemed a great deal more interested in Aldrich, and Anor Londo happened to be much closer than Lothric Castle.

Lost in thought, Merewen almost didn’t feel the tug at her sleeve. She whipped around to see Erik, wide-eyed, pointing wildly at a small building with a steeple.

“What about this building, Erik?” She inquired in a hushed voice.

“I smell incense coming from this church. I think there’s someone living in there, maybe we should check it out.”

Merewen walked a few paces closer to the building, inhaling deeply. Sure enough, the floral smell of incense hung heavy by the door. She pressed a hand to the door, pushing gently. It gave way to the slight pressure.

She motioned for Erik to follow, unsure why she was so willing to enter a strange church. Perhaps the idea of anyone alive here was an exciting prospect.

They were greeted with an unexpected sight: plush carpeting, with white tapestries streaming from the ceiling. There were no pews, only mattresses lining the floors with a wide assortment of pillows. Upon closer inspection, all tapestries and blankets were embroidered with the same tree motif. Lit incense burners were both on the floor and hanging from the ceiling, encasing the room with a light-colored smoke.

“What is this place?” Merewen wondered aloud.

“I have no idea, but if this really is some sort of church? Consider me interested.”

The two searched for any more clues as to what this place might be before Erik froze in place.

“Merewen…” Erik’s finger trembled as he pointed, “…We’re not the only ones here…”

Merewen peered into the hall Erik pointed at and stifled a gasp. The hall led to a much larger room, with tile floors and stairs leading to an altar. On those stairs was a figure draped in white robes, embroidered with a blue tree. The figure’s back was turned towards them.

“Maybe they’re friendly…” Erik tried to reassure himself in a small voice. Merewen was not one to be shy, but for some reason, this made her hesitate.

She sucked in a breath and stepped through the hall. She heard Erik let out a gasp of protest, but she continued on.

“Uh, hello there. Sorry to intrude. May we speak for a moment?” Her hand naturally gravitated towards the swords on her belt.

The figure slowly turned away from the altar. As the figure looked up from beneath their hood, a shiver went down Merewen’s spine.

Empty eye sockets met Merewen’s. The figure was a skeleton dressed in white robes. But— there was something odd about it. As she got over her initial shock, she realized there were blue crystals growing all over the skeleton, including inside one of the eye sockets.

The skeleton stalked forward, moving its hands in strange ways. The bones creaked as it moved.

“I— I don’t want trouble—” Merewen put her hand on the hilt of her sword, backing away.

The skeleton held up one finger and reached in its robe. After a bit of rummaging, it pulled out a blue crystal, and offered it to Merewen. She cautiously accepted it, and—

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to scare you,” a soft voice seemed to echo in her head.

“Is that you?! The skeleton?” Merewen was bewildered.

“Hah, yes, indeed. I forget I cannot speak. And not everyone understands sign language,” the skeleton shrugged, “in any case, I am Ysolt, priestess of Quella. Welcome to my church.”

After taking a moment to process, Merewen led Ysolt into the room with Erik, and had to very meticulously explain what just happened. Erik was equally stunned that a skeleton retained conscious thought and wasn’t trying to outright kill them.

“So… Ysolt… what makes you different from any other skeleton?” Right after Erik asked, Merewen kicked his shin.

“Don’t be rude!”

“Well, don’t kick me!”

Ysolt brushed them apart. “Please, the two of you, it’s a fair question. I am convinced it has something to do with these crystals on my body. They enable me to see, feel, and hear. And communicate in this way.”

“Well, too bad I’m not a crystal sorcerer. I’m completely clueless in this area of magic.” Erik straightened his robes.

“And what about your church, Ysolt? Neither one of us know about religion, much less about this one,” Merewen attempted to change the subject.

Ysolt clasped her bony hands together. “Ah, yes! I serve Quella, the god of dreams. Except… Well, I can no longer communicate with them,” she said glumly.

“You see, Quella can only communicate with those who dream. And I no longer can. I’ve lived as a skeleton for centuries, I think, and I have no way to know what he’s trying to communicate.” Her shoulders slumped, making her look even smaller in her voluminous robes.

Merewen and Erik exchanged a glance.

“So, you just sleep, and your god communicates with you?” Erik piped up.

“It’s a bit more complex than that,” Ysolt bristled, “but I don’t blame you for not knowing. We brew a special tea to drink, another priest recites a prayer, and then the sleep that follows takes us to Somnor, Quella’s realm.”

Erik shuffled close to Merewen, using his large hat to block their faces from view. “Sounds like a hallucinatory drug trip to me, from that tea they drink,” he snickered.

Merewen frowned. “Don’t say that, Erik. What are you thinking, though? I feel terrible that she’s been all alone here for centuries. I guess none of her priest friends came back to visit,”

“You feel terrible for a skeleton? Well, that’s a first,”

“Erik.” Merewen slapped his shoulder. “Have empathy, please. This is the first non-hostile person we’ve encountered here. Maybe this Quella has valuable insight to offer,”

Erik paused for a moment. “You can do what you want, Merry. I’ll just watch over you, though. I am not drinking that tea.”

That answer was good enough for Merewen. Besides, maybe she could get information about Aldrich if she did Ysolt this favor.

“I’ll commune with Quella for you, Ysolt. Where do I get this tea?”

“You’d do that for me?” Somehow, her unmoving skeletal face seemed filled with gratitude. “Don’t worry about the tea, though. We have plenty here. I haven’t been able to drink it, if you couldn’t tell,”

Merewen nodded. They waited a short while for Ysolt to return with a steaming silver cup on a saucer.

“Come rest on one of these mattresses, Merewen. And try to drink the tea fairly quick, it works best while it’s hot.”

Merewen rested atop one of the mattresses and arranged her pillows. She first held the cup to her nose. It smelled floral, not entirely unlike the incense. She drank the tea, drinking most of it down within two gulps like Ysolt instructed.

“Feeling okay?” Erik asked her. He knelt beside her on an unused pillow.

“Yeah, nothing yet.”

And they waited for a few minutes. Merewen was about to ask Ysolt how long it would take, until drowsiness hit her as if she ran into a brick wall.

“Merry? Merewen?” Erik’s voice seemed far away, his face and the surrounding scenery fading to black. Merewen felt a sense of peace that she hadn’t felt in years, like she no longer had a care in the world.

But then that stomach-churning falling sensation wracked her body. And she couldn’t shake the feeling. She tried forcing her eyelids open, but she just kept falling, falling, falling…

Thud. She landed on some surface with surprisingly little pain. She realized, after a short while, she could open her eyelids again.

She seemed to be outside. Not in Anor Londo, that was for sure. The sky here was a deep turquoise, littered with wispy black clouds. The air was cool and crisp, and smelled of rain. And the ground… it wasn’t dirt at all. She was standing on water. And not falling in.

“Erik? Ysolt?”

Her voice echoed into the open air, but no response followed. She walked a few paces forward, then turned around. She now faced a massive black tree, far in the distance, but her mouth still hung open with awe at its sheer size.

“A beauty, isn’t she?”

Merewen nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice that spoke from behind her. Heart racing, she brandished both of her shortswords and prepared to face whatever was behind her.

“Quick to scare, eh?” The creature now in front of her chuckled. She nearly dropped her weaponry. She was faced with a ten-foot-tall being, with waist-length locks of curly blond hair. His face was smooth and angular and wore a slight smile on his lips. Two horns protruded from their forehead, twisting slightly at the tips as they angled upward. As for clothing, he had nothing more than a long blue skirt around his hips. This had to be Quella.

“May I approach? Sorry for being so terribly indecent,” he gestured to his skirt, “I hadn’t a chance to prepare for your arrival.”

Merewen’s tongue felt like it had dried up at the back of her mouth. She managed to nod. They walked soundlessly forward, stopping only a couple feet from Merewen’s side, gazing up at the tree. She was utterly dwarfed by him. Being from Mirrah, she was always on the taller side, but she felt like an insect next to them.

“My sweet Tavári… you know, this tree was far more impressive centuries ago,”

Merewen swallowed, finally finding the courage to speak. “What do you mean?”

Quella now turned their attention to Merewen, peering into her face. She saw that his scleras were entirely black, only broken up by light gray irises. She shrunk under his gaze.

“My Tavári, my Archtree, my spirit tree, whatever you may call it in your tongue… It used to be much larger. And a glowing, bright blue,” he trailed off. “You see its branches?”

Merewen nodded.

“Each branch represents a being that can dream. And that number has swiftly dwindled over the years. Somnor is dying, I’m afraid.” Their gentle voice lilted slightly.

Quella seemed lost in thought, and Merewen took that as an opportunity to study their form more. She noticed a slight blue aura around their frame, emanating a faint light. He was truly beautiful, but something about him frightened her. Not to mention this was her first time ever encountering… a god. A real god. What does one even say to a god? How do you talk to a god? Why—

“Oh, right. You’re here for a dream, yes?” Quella interrupted her racing thoughts.

“Uh, no, not quite. I came on behalf of one of your priestesses. Ysolt is her name,”

Quella crossed their arms, thinking hard for a moment.

“Ysolt… Ysolt… Oh, right, Ysolt! But it’s been centuries since she died…”

“Yes, but, some— unique circumstances— brought her back. She’s been a skeleton for a long time, and said she could no longer talk with you because she can’t dream,”

“Right you are! Well, that explains it. I’m presuming she wants to know if I have a message for her. Hmm… hold on a moment.”

Quella suddenly disappeared, leaving a small cloud of blue mist behind. He soon reappeared, clutching something in his fist.

“Well, tell her Somnor is dying, first. Then… wait a moment… you’re Unkindled, are you not?”

“I am.”

Quella smiled, revealing pointed canines. “Ah, do you intend to seek The First Flame?”

An uneasy feeling swept over Merewen. “Yes…?”

“Good,” Quella now turned his full attention to her, “Well, you deserve a dream for all your hard work, being so kind to visit me for Ysolt. May I indulge you?”

Merewen didn’t get to answer before she felt like she was floating again.

Her vision was filled with images she’d never seen before. Flashes of red, a spurt of blood, and a bloodied carpet.

She fell back to her hands and knees, panting. The dream only lasted a few seconds, but she was shaken.

“What… was that?” Merewen managed to say between breaths.

“A dream I so graciously gave to you, my dear. Some say dreams are prophetic, you know,” Quella’s face widened in a smile once more.

He lowered a hand to her, offering an acorn, faintly glowing blue.

“This is the key to a new era. The Age of Dreams. Throw it in the First Flame for me, will you?”

Seeing her hesitancy, Quella spoke again.

“If you won’t do it, then take this to Ysolt and she will. It’s the only way to save Somnor,”

Merewen still didn’t accept the acorn. This god she just met was really trying to get her to usurp the First Flame.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t take it. I think this goes against both Gwyn and the First Flame’s will. I don’t believe this should happen,” Merewen was terrified of what might happen next. She never spoke to a god before, much less denied one.

Quella clenched their fist around the acorn.

His expression darkened. “You aren’t leaving here alive, you know.”

Merewen had been dead asleep for about ten minutes at this point, and Erik was already tired of watching her. She was still and peaceful, nothing out of the ordinary so far. He glanced up at Ysolt, who had been awfully quiet since Merewen fell asleep.

“So… what’s the deal with this city?”

Ysolt suddenly straightened. Seemed like she was zoning out, too.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… no one is living here. There aren’t even Hollows walking around that could’ve been former residents. We’ve only encountered dogs and those awful knights,”

Ysolt paused. “To be honest with you, I haven’t left here since the third Bell of Awakening rung. I used to go out, with my face and hands covered, but it was too risky. I know the townspeople won’t take kindly to a talking skeleton. But no one’s here, you say?”

Erik shook his head. “Nope, no trace of where they went, either. Maybe they all evacuated at some point. I’m not a history expert, either.”

Erik’s eyelids began to droop, an intense wave of sleepiness washing over him. Ysolt kneeled at his side, and he could faintly hear her calling out to him…

Merewen gritted her teeth, her suspicions being right all along. Quella wasn’t to be trusted.

“Seriously? You’re going to fight just me? I’m flattered you think I can fight you solo, but I guess that must mean you’re real weak,”

Quella let out a laugh, far more sinister than before. “I like to play with my food before I eat it,” he bared his teeth. “You want a fair fight, then? Fine. You came here with someone. Erik, is it?”

Merewen’s eyes widened. “Don’t you touch him!”

“Too late,” the wild look in Quella’s eyes grew.

There was Erik, tumbling through the sky, and he landed right beside Merewen.

“Erik! ERIK! Get up!” Merewen was desperately clawing at his clothes to get his attention.

“I’m awake, I swear— wait, Merewen?” He looked around, now realizing he was somewhere entirely different.

“Where ARE we? And who the hell is THAT?” He looked over at Quella with eyes practically popping out of his head.

“Oh, my dear, I am the last thing you will see before you die.” Quella waved his hand through the air, and a massive scythe materialized in his left hand.

The blade was in a crescent moon shape, with tree roots wrapped along the handle, partially growing on the blade. Quella’s skirt was replaced with a full set of armor that seemed to be entirely made from bark and tree roots. His armor glowed bright gold, along with the blue glow of his scythe. Lastly, a helmet made from a golden light formed around their head, leaving space for their two horns to poke out.

“A tree person? I guess that skeleton wasn’t lying after all!” Erik seemed to ignore Quella’s speech about their deaths, and just watched his transformation instead.

Erik’s childlike amusement didn’t last long when Quella lunged forward, the scythe narrowly missing the top of his hat.

“Shit. Shit. This guy means business.” Erik stumbled back up, now removing his staff from his belt.

“Stay at a distance, Erik! I’ll try to distract him up close!” Erik nodded and Merewen sprinted to where Quella stood.

They tried slashing at her again, only to miss because she was too close to him. She held her shortswords tight, eyeing a gap in the armor on Quella’s thighs. She continued to run, dodging another scythe blow, and jumped to reach the spot she was aiming for.

Her blade met flesh, and a cloud of blood managed to spurt in her eyes. She tumbled several feet from Quella, who was shaking off her attack, with his attention now turned to Erik as he fired spells. This god seemed relentless. Merewen wasn’t even sure if she heard a grunt of pain as she lodged her shortsword in their leg. Some of Erik’s spells hit, others just bounced off of Quella’s armor. Quella flew several feet into the air, winding up his scythe, his body contorted against the handle. Merewen scurried to her feet, but she was nowhere near fast enough to reach Erik before Quella could. He slammed down to the water near Erik, resulting in a resounding splash. Merewen couldn’t look away if she wanted to.

All was still for a moment. The cloud of mist from the water was mostly dissipated, and she fell to her knees, hands clasped over her mouth.

Quella landed behind Erik, and gave him a sharp kick to the back, dropping him to his knees. Quella wound up the scythe.

“ERIK!”

Merewen involuntarily cried out. Tears were stinging her face, and her body started to convulse.

With one swift movement, jewel-red blood burst into the dark water. Merewen couldn’t look away from her friend’s body, lying limp on the water. She didn’t know how long she was hunched over in grief before she heard footsteps approach from behind.

“Will you accept the acorn now, my dear?”

Without a backward glance, she threw one of her shortswords behind her with all her might.

She heard a gasp of surprise.

As she turned her head, it was too late. The massive scythe was already inches from her neck. She felt the blade pass through, and the choking began. Before her vision faded, she saw her shortsword planted in the center of Quella’s chest. She smiled, sinking to the ground, thinking of how proud Erik would be.

Quella coughed, feeling the blade lodged surprisingly well in his rib cage. They grabbed the hilt of that puny thing and cast it aside. He spat blood and tried to breathe deeply, watching the two bodies dissolve into a puddle of red water.

“Takes more than that to kill a god,” he hissed at the woman’s body as she melted.

He froze for a moment. An odd feeling washed over them, as if a fog was lifting from his vision. Did he really need to do that? What was this sudden burst of bloodlust? What happened? They shuddered, realizing this wasn’t the first time they lost themselves to… whatever was lurking in the back of his mind that made him want to kill.

A feeling of shame and confusion washed over them. Now they had no one to give the message to Ysolt. Ah, well. Until the next Unkindled comes along.

Ysolt watched the two sleep, both curled up next to each other. If her face would allow it, she would’ve been beaming.

She let her thoughts run wild, wondering Quella has to say to her over the centuries she was out of contact. Would they care? What news do they bring? Would he promote her to High Priestess?

A sudden movement caught her attention. Erik’s face was contorted with pain, his limbs flailing. Ysolt rushed to his side, a looming sense of dread wiping away her pleasant daydreams.

Fwish. An arc of blood burst from his neck, causing Ysolt to jump back.

She kneeled down once more to inspect the damage. Fwish. This time it was Merewen’s neck that burst open.

Ysolt wanted to scream and cry. What the hell did these two do to piss off Quella? She wasn’t sure where to direct her rage. Now she’d never know what happened in Somnor.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. She had witnessed a death like this once before, where a priestess communed with Quella for hours on end and died shortly after with a bloody cut on her throat. None in the church spoke of the incident. No one was left alive now to ask, either.

Quella was not known to be violent. In fact, he was quite the opposite, and offered peaceful deaths to those who wished for it. These deaths looked neither peaceful nor asked for. So, what was happening…?

Ysolt desperately yearned for her old body back in this moment. She wanted to kick, scream, cry, throw things across the room. Nothing that this feeble skeleton body could do. Now goodness knows how much longer she has to wait for the next Unkindled to speak to her.

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kittlyns · 1 year

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Last night, my car broke down in the middle of nowhere, in the pitch black dark, on a road where people were speeding extremely fast. My battery/alternator gave out, so I had no way to even turn my hazards on.

To top it all off, my phone was at 6% when this happened.

I was completely unfamiliar with the area, as my normal route was blocked off due to an accident. I had to take a detour down country roads I'd never been on. There were no lights on the road at all, and barely any buildings other than the very occasional house.

I was on the phone with my best friend when my warning lights started coming on one after another. I started freaking out a bit and was like "oh my god, I'm gonna break down in the middle of nowhere, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck."

She asked where I was and how to get to me, and I gave her the most shitty directions I've ever given anyone. I'm godawful with directions and my brain being in panic mode did not make anything better.

I finally found an intersection with one church and a small gas station across from it. I knew I wasn't making it to the gas station. As I started turning into the church parking lot, my steering locked up and everything in my car went dead.

Thankfully, there was a very small middle lane that separated both sides of the road. I'm assuming it was mostly used as a turn lane for the church. My car somehow died perfectly in the middle of it.

I shot off a text to my mom letting her know my car is dead and I had my phone do an emergency SOS so it sent her my location. I continued to babble on hysterically while my friend did her best to locate me.

I told her I might walk to the gas station bc I felt like it was only a matter of time before someone ran into my little car with no lights. My phone then promptly went dead.

Looking back, as scary as it was this was probably for the best. I do my best work when no one is relying on me.

I ran through the possibilities in my mind.

Leave my car and go to the gas station? Maybe they have a charger for my phone, or maybe they'll let me borrow a phone. But it is late and I'd be a young woman visibly alone with a dead phone. Who knows how that could go.

Okay, stay in my car? No headlights, no hazard lights, no streetlights illuminating my car. I could easily get hurt. No phone so I can't update anyone. No, staying in place doesn't improve the situation at all.

Sit on the church lawn under the one light they have and hope my parents or friend show up before any potential axe murderers passing by? Pros: I'd be more visible. Cons: I'd be more visible. Eh.... maybe I'll try this one first.

I vaguely remember buying a set of caution lights the last time my car's battery died a few years ago. Omg, I think a little excited at the prospect of actually needing something I bought for once, I've gotta try those out!

I also remembered throwing them in my trunk the last time I cleaned my car out. Fuck. I'd have to risk being hit to get them, but it'd be for the best if I did.

I wait until there are no cars coming from either direction and get out. I manually unlock my trunk and start digging around. No lights, no lights, no lights, good god why don't I ever clean this shit out this is so fucking stupid omg the lights!!!

It occurs to me as I'm opening the little bag containing the lights that. Oh shit. I've changed the batteries on these things once and that was at least.... 2 years ago. Oh fuck. Please work, please work, please work.

I press the button on one light. It works!!! Only. Huh. It's a bit dim. Will anyone see this? I press another light's on button. Nothing. Oh fuck me. Why didn't I ever change the batteries regularly???? I'm too fucking complacent.

I put the one, very dim, probably dying light on my rear bumper and hope to anything listening that it'll do the job. I get my purse, phone, and keys out of my car and head for the church lawn.

I don't stay there long. Too many passing cars that I don't recognize and it makes me nervous. From my experience, a lot of people who stop and ask if you're okay are super nice. But my phone's dead and I left my mace back in the salon, so I'd rather not take any chances. I decide to just head over to the gas station and hope it's safer than being out in the open.

It was. I walked in and resolved myself to not cry. Just politely ask for a phone or charger and wait until someone rescued me.

That didn't last long. I got up to the counter and explained my problem to the man and asked if I could borrow a phone. He agreed so kindly and quickly that it brought tears to my eyes immediately and my voice went all wobbly. I didn't realize til then how much I was expecting a flat out "no."

I called my mom, her number being the only one I know by heart, and filled her in on the situation. Yes, I was safe, I'm in a gas station across from a church, no I don't know the church's name, here's the gas station's name, no I don't know the street address, no I haven't called the cops, do I need to? Oh okay. Okay. Yeah. Okay bye.

I try to hand the phone back and promised I'd buy something as a thank you and he turned me down. Told me to grab a beverage, on him, and sit down. Keep his phone as long as I needed it. I turned down the drink, he'd helped me so much already just letting me use his phone, but thanked him profusely and agreed to keep his phone a little longer.

I sat down and called the non-emergency police line to see if they could send someone out to put up cones or something for my car. I was told "oh no honey we don't do that. Here. Call this number." Okay thanks. Hang up. Dial the new number.

"Mmmm, yeah, we don't do that either. I can connect you to highway patrol?" I mean I fucking guess. I've spent damn near 10 minutes trying to connect to the right departments and giving all my information out again, but whatever.

And then my best friend walks in 💕

Immediately, I'm unable to hold it together. I burst into tears. She rushes over and holds my hand while sitting with me. Her mom shows up not even a minute later and I'm just in hysterics and the highway patrol dispatcher finally comes on the line but I'm sobbing too hard to say anything so the lady that transferred me had to give her all the information and I can finally hang up and give the nice man his phone back.

He asks me if I need anything else but I'm still crying pretty hard so I can only hope he understood me when I said no thank you.

My friend and her mom celebrate finding me with the absolute shit directions I gave and I can finally laugh because yeah they sucked pretty bad and I'm so sorry for all this blah blah

Her mom says something about angels and luck and I'm like fuck it I'm gonna buy a lottery ticket. Maybe this all means something. So my friend and I both buy lottery tickets in hopes we can change our lives and we promise the man if we win he'll get his fair share.

We go outside and my parents pull up and everything feels okay for the first time in nearly 2 hours. There's a lot of run-around, looking for jumper cables and flares or something. It takes the cops another hour to show up, and the eventual tow truck yet another hour.

$700+ of my savings later, I'm back home. My car will hopefully run again. If not. Well. That's a bridge to cross another day, I guess. For now I'm just grateful to be home and alive and know that I'm loved enough for people to hunt me down in the dead of night with shitty directions and coordinates that are off by a couple of miles.

#personal #long post #really just needed to get this out of my system so I hopefully don't dwell on it too much #it was a very stressful night #I left work at 6pm and didnt make it home til 10:40pm #I live about 30 minutes away from where I work so it was outrageous #I'm also going to leave gas station guy a review bc without him idk if my parents would've found me. very grateful to him.

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monster-energies · 2 years

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this is the face of someone who loves you

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pairing: severus snape/reader

summary: you knew that your relationship with severus snape would have its ups and downs but when one argument spirals into him finding out what really goes on in your head, severus has tricks up his sleeves to make sure your constant fantasies become a reality.

warnings: this oneshot INCLUDES HEAVY SMUT !! minors DO NOT INTERACT. this oneshot includes: heavy BDSM, bondage, vaginal fingering, oral sex, implied choking kink, inappropriate use of legilimency, reader most certainly having a praise kink

rating: explicit

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word count: 5243

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author’s note: the title’s namesake is from the song contaminated by BANKS.

well...long time no see eh ? this was supposed to be written and posted in march but university had other plans and had me on a choke hold, like the material gworl it is 😤 but i am BACK !! this time i’m here to spice things up and believe me i did not hold back at all with this fic. i thoroughly enjoyed writing this fic and took so much time with it and im quite happy with this.

i hope you enjoy this oneshot, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated 💕💕

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it was quite the rocky road being with severus, but after years of being with each other, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

there were days that you and severus would never forget, days where you were at your happiest and then you had your lowest of lows. but severus managed to pick you up and stand by you in your toughest of times.

today seemed to be the latter, when the pair of you started to work at hogwarts, severus wanted you to join him, fearing that he wouldn’t be the most liked among the students and so you joined as his assistant, and you didn’t regret it. you were there to take the weight off his shoulders when times got hard, when he wanted to hide away in his quarters and not talk to anyone, you wanted him to talk to you so you could help him in the best way possible.

being vocal with one another was essential to your relationship, and severus was hesitant to do so at first but seeing you not give up on him like everybody else did was something that warmed his heart. he was beyond lucky to have married you.

after a long day teaching and assisting through the many potions classes, you finally managed to catch a break.

however it didn’t seem like a break both of you enjoyed, you noticed that severus had piles of assignments to mark and it concerned you greatly that your husband wouldn’t even leave his desk.

“hey sev. would you like to go to hogsmeade? we haven’t been outside for quite a bit.” you offered as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he worked.

severus held back his little smirk, his eyes didn’t leave the assignment that was bestowed upon him.

“darling, the exam season is nearly upon us, surely you must be worried, are you not y/n?” severus asked, the scratching of the quill was sound that severus seemed to enjoy during his days at hogwarts.

“i am, but why don’t we relax together? surely a bit of fresh air won’t do us any harm.” you suggested.

“you can go on your own if you wish.” severus said.

“but sevvy i want to go with you.” you whined, peppering kisses to tempt him away from his overloading work.

“soon my love, okay?” severus said.

“6 o’clock tonight.” you suggested.

“of course y/n.” he replied, pressing a chaste kiss before you left him to his work.

days like this were the ones that bored you, waiting around for severus to finish his work before all your plans with him went down the drain, hell when was the last time you both had sex? you picked up the book you were currently reading, glaring at the cover before immersing yourself in the pages.

you took a moment to quickly analyse the cover before you opened the bookmark to where you left off.

ah yes, now you remember.

he felt her slip down the bed. she unfastened his pants, eased his briefs over his hips, and brushed the length of his cock with her palm before taking him in her mouth. he sighed, eyes shut, thinking about how unbelievably good it felt, when rachel gave a throaty moan, then rolled her mouth from base to tip and whispered, "look at me."

as you continued the book, you reached a passage in the book where they both laid in bed and stated how much they missed one another, an evident frown left your face. the book felt bittersweet to you, you yearned for the days that severus would pleasure you. he did and it was more than you could ever ask for, but in the ways that the books would often describe. you looked up to the clock hanging on the wall.

you had been reading for quite some time, it reached 7:30 in the evening. you shot up and headed to severus’ office.

“you’re still working?” you asked your husband.

no response.

you clenched your fists with your wand at hand, that was the last straw.

“evanesco!” you chanted, pointed your wand at severus’ paperwork and in a flash, every single paper disappeared.

“y/n? what have you done!” severus called alarmingly, anger wasn’t the only thing you were feeling in this moment.

“you promised to go to hogsmeade with me! and look at you, stuck in your silly office instead!” you shouted.

“you didn’t have to erase all of my work, my hard work for your pathetic walk.” he sneered.

“oh get a hold of yourself severus! its always about you, and your work isn’t it?” you exclaimed.

“you cannot handle what i have to go through every single day y/n. do you not understand how difficult it is…actually being a teacher at hogwarts?” severus rambled angrily.

you couldn’t help but scoff, “there you go! talking about yourself again!” you sneered.

“well i can’t help myself, you don’t have to suffer with the amount of paperwork, you don’t have to be the most hated person in the entire wizarding world!” severus exclaimed.

that was it.

“legilimen-”

“protego!”

you both yelled at the same time with your wands out, pointed at one another.

that was it.

you wanted to know what really went through severus’ mind but it was too late, severus managed to get there before you.

everything seemed to unravel in this moment.

“why don’t we relax together? surely a bit of fresh air won’t do us any harm.” you suggested.

“you can go to hogsmeade on your own if you wish.” severus said.

you weren’t going to take no for an answer. you were fiddling with the quill in his hand, then you found yourself moving to sit on his lap.

“my my, you’ve become quite clingy.” severus teased, his words often made you giggle. oh what tricks you had up your sleeve.

your hands made your way down to his trousers, “it looks like you’re one who’s needy of me severus.” you teased.

severus simply rolled his eyes, it was only something that scraped through his mind, you rarely ever took control of him.

you shoved your hand down and the next thing you knew, you had a good feel of his cock as an involuntary moan escaped his lips.

“what do you think you’re doing…kitten?” he uttered out.

“nothing.” you giggled, you had known severus must have been so exhausted and perhaps today was the day you release that burden off him.

“you’ve been working so hard sev. very…very hard. i think daddy deserves a well earned break.” you said.

stroking his length up and down, severus’ fist were balled as he tried to get himself together but yet, he knew he couldn’t contain himself.

in fact, you had done a good job of pleasing him.

“oh y/n yes…” he groaned.

your smirk never left your face, cum leaked out of severus’ cock as you continued to rile him up. when he released, he looked to you but this time you saw his expression change.

“you must think you’re clever, feeling me up like this.” severus teased as he carried you in his arms.

“i haven’t the faintest clue severus.” you said.

“i think its high time i return the favour don’t you think.” he suggested, sooner or later you arrived at the bedroom and ripped your dress apart, only to see your naked body.

a deep laugh escaped his lips as his fingers went straight to your clit, biting your lip you let out breathless moans. severus wasn’t going to let you off that easy, not in the slightest.

severus laid you on the bed, one hand at your waist to ease you and the other to your pussy, skin rubbing against his fingers, severus wanted nothing more from you. he had known of the times you pleasured yourself as you delved into your scandalous mind, thinking nothing but severus.

he was quick to enter inside you after you filled yourself with warm cum all over his fingers, with the pair of you in a position you knew all too well.

his hands all over your body and then placing his other hand at your torso, thrusting inside you with groans of pleasure.

“you like that kitten?” he pushed out.

your moans were the response he was looking for, after what happened in his office not so long ago he had to get his way.

his hand rested at your neck, pressing firmly with his fingers restraining your breath.

“that’s it princess.” you heard him whisper. you wanted him to keep you held down, as you both were slowly reaching your climax.

you could almost feel it, his cock throbbing against your clit as he continued to thrust, going faster as he let go of your neck and you gasped for breath.

“come. for. me.” severus moaned.

you let everything go. your moans turned to screams of seduction.

you were both left breathless, foreheads touching as you left heated and passionate kisses.

“stop it!” you screamed.

“just…stop it! you exclaimed.

tense pauses held you both together, you looked to him dead in the eyes, he didn’t just see that?

you wished nothing more than the ground to swallow you whole right now. tears left your face, you were deeply embarrassed of yourself as you grabbed your wand and walked out of severus’ office. with the door slamming right there and then, it was louder than ever as he bang echoed right across the office.

how did severus not know?

in the recent days, he had been rejecting you and your upmost care for him. he had been blinded this entire time.

severus snape for once was left ashamed of himself.

he couldn’t hide back in his paperwork, not that he had any considering you made it disappear. he opened the door and left his office only to find you sobbing at the sofa by the fireplace.

he sat beside you, you looked at him for a moment…all your repressed feelings seeped through as he pulled you into his arms.

“i’ve just…i missed you sev. that was all.” you wept, severus held you tighter, his hand softly rubbing at your shoulder as he pressed kisses to your temple.

“i’m so sorry y/n.” he said, with every hint of worry in his voice.

“i didn’t mean it.” you sniffled as you tried to wipe away your tears.

“shh shh shh, i know my dear.” he reassured you, arguments rarely happened with you. you sighed as you were left conflicted on what to do.

“i just…i need some space, i have to think things through. i’m sorry.” you apologised, as you got up form the sofa.

whenever you said that he knew that this wasn’t going to be a minute or 2 minutes apart, you were a parson that wanted to gather your thoughts and have an outcome, regardless of how long it would take you he would be there for you.

you made your way to the astronomy tower, sitting down with the most mesmerizing view ahead of you, you wiped away your tears as you thought of the events that unravelled between you both. how could you let this happen?

you felt horrid, and now severus had seen your true desires, and you didn’t want to be confronted with such embarrassing feelings.

oh how you wished things were different.

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it had been a day since the argument happened and severus saw your true visions, you were at one of the tables marking through some potions assignments.

guilt bounded you to the potions class, you couldn’t focus in the slightest as all your thoughts were planted on the night before.

all that because you wanted severus to have a break from his work?

there could have been an easier way to resolve it, but the both of you couldn’t get it through to one another in time.

you sighed as you got up from one of the many empty desks and tried to make your way to his quarters.

you were looking everywhere but you couldn’t seem to find him.

you went down the spiral stairs to his chambers. and with every step you took, you could almost feel that sinking feeling weighing down on you, as every memory began to unravel before you.

you remembered when you first met severus, on those exact stairs. where he got hurt from his bullies, you helped him and didn’t let him push you away like everybody else did.

you were there when he experienced his first heartbreak, you remembered seeing him with shards of glass in his arms and lily’s favourite flowers were ruined, as he fell into your arms and you held him for as long as he could. you did nothing but support him and help him through every endeavour, severus hated it but he wasn’t used to anyone giving up on him

when severus plucked up the courage to ask you on your first date in 6th year, that was what solidified your love for one another. you remember how he had pretty much every detail of the day in a perfect order, and you didn’t break it. you remembered what he wore, what you wore and how everything he did for you was out of pure love and you knew that was who you wanted to be with for the rest of your life.

you had been inseparable ever since, and you’d be by his side, you always would be.

you snapped out of your thoughts as you arrived at the bottom of the staircase, entering his chambers you adjusted the pleats of your dress but much to your surprise he wasn’t there. you looked around for him, but he wasn’t in the bedroom, nor was he at his office.

this was getting bizarre.

severus wouldn’t disappear like this, he would send you an owl to let you know that whenever you were ready to talk to him, then his office doors were open.

but not even an owl went by the class today.

“sev…where are you?” you called out. you headn’t really seen much of him today, the least you could have done was apologize to him about the argument you had, it was almost rare that the pair of you would be seen without talking to each other. you saw the back door wide open, odd.

that was unlike of severus to leave the door open. the more time you spent going down the stairs, the apprehensive feeling begun to get worse. why were you scared?

this was your husband, you had nothing to be scared of.

just as your mind happened to be thinking about severus, you saw him at your gaze, by instinct you took his hand as a frown perked to your face slowly.

“i’m sorry sev…i took things way out of proportion. we can try and talk it out if you’d like?” you offered to him.

his eyes never left you, you had known severus has always been observant. he brought you into the room and before you could even marvel at what looked to be the room of all your desires, with a wave of his wand you found yourself tied up. the ribbon locked your hands up top, there was no way you would be getting out of this.

no control left you, everything was now up to severus.

“is this your little trick now? let me go now.” you said.

severus knew the tone in your words was in no way convincing him.

“sev…what’s going on?” your voice faltered as severus fingers made his way to your chin and pulled it up, your eyes instantly met his and it looked as if they weren’t going to be directed anywhere else.

“consider this our way of making it up to one another, my dear y/n.” severus whispered as he grabbed a hold of the fabric surrounding you and a rough kiss was what was left between you both.

you liked the sound of that.

“you remember the safe word?” severus asked.

“yes sev.” you replied back.

severus’ eyes lingered all over your body, “good, because i don’t plan on going easy on you in the slightest, little one.” he said. severus was quick to continue the kiss he left off earlier.

the kisses bestowed upon your face were lustful, yearning for you. every time his lips were placed upon your lips you could feel the force of it all, bringing you both together.

“such a pretty dress…oh how it fits you… perfectly.” he teased, you could feel your cheeks heat up as he paused at his words.

you could sense the atmosphere almost tense up as his fingers fiddled around with the ribbon hung up on the apparatus and then to your neck, down to your breasts adorning your dress. his hands slowly roved around them getting a good feel of your body, letting out a small whimper as you bit your lip.

severus’ hands then made a firm grip at your waist and pressed kisses to your neck. you felt his fingers at your upper thigh caressing it which was enough to your breath all hitched up. his lips sucked on your neck, leaving hickeys all over your neck as you couldn’t contain your whimpers.

“oh y/n, y/n, y/n…whatever will i do with you?” severus murmured into your ear as his finger trailed ever so slowly down your body as his fingers were left at your clit, giving him the chance to rub against it.

you bit down at your lip, you tried so hard to resist his touch but moan after moan left your lips.

“that’s what i like to hear…keep going.” he said,

“no underwear hm? looks like my poor little princess is so needy.” severus whispered as a loud involuntary moan left your lips.

“lost for words already? silly girl, you’re not going to tell me if you like this?” severus teased.

the longer he had his fingers at your clit, the stronger the urge for you to come. he could feel you pulsating, and he knew you’d want to come right at his finger tips.

his other hand was at the sleeve of your dress, tugging it down to your shoulder as his lips pressed to your chest and then at your breast, leaving marks all over as he continued to finger your wet clit.

“please...sev.” you begged and whined, a smirk laid to his face.

“if you must my dear.” he answered.

once you were given permission to come, you were quick to let go. cum slipping through severus’ fingers as you set yourself free.

“coming all over your pretty dress? my favourite dress too, how ungrateful of you.” he growled, his fingers soon went to your mouth.

“now now, don’t you want a taste of yourself? i know you do…you little brat.” he said.

you felt the tips of his fingers at the bottom of your lip, you couldn’t help but suck on his fingers, that smirk of his never left, seeing that mouth of yours doing all the dirty work must have ignited something in him.

“quite a shame, that will be the last time you see this dress…well at least for tonight.” he mumbled as his fingers then went to the back of your dress.

as he took off the dress, you were now bare naked in front of him, his hands roved over every part of your body, feeling at your stomach and your waist. his fingertips then caressing at the inside of your thighs, as you let out a small whimper.

begging for his touch was music to his ears.

“oh you thought it was over? my princess, i’m not done with you… not in the slightest.” he said

he grabbed another piece of ribbon and covered your eyes, how on earth did he manage to do that?

“i assume that won’t be too tight on you, kitten?” he whispered.

“no it isn’t.” you replied.

“good girl. using your words for me, now…lets see how much you can take.” he said.

“on your knees. now.” severus said.

you couldn’t decipher where severus was, and for the both of you it was the most thrilling moment yet.

“i said, on. your. knees. slut.” he demanded, grabbing his wand and pressing it firmly to your shoulder, you dropped till you felt your knees hit the ground. what possibly could severus have in store for you this time?

“open your mouth..” was the last thing you could hear, silence bestowed upon you both.

“i said open your mouth, how can i fuck you stupid if i can’t get ready myself? whore.” severus sneered, his hands reaching to your bottom and spanking you.

you yelped, eventually biting your lip to restrain yourself. “sorry.” you whined.

“i don’t want your apology silly girl, now then…be a good slut and suck.” severus said.

for a split second, your mouth was left open but then you found his cock rammed down your throat.

you felt his fingers through your hair, pulling your head upwards so he could get a good look at you, filled with his cock.

his hands still at the back of your head as he forced you to suck heavily.

“oh…yes, there we go. keep… going, oh you stupid fucking whore.” severus uttered out as symphonic moans left both your mouths.

you could feel severus’ fingers having a tighter hold on your scalp as you continued to bob your head, was it really that large? was the only question that had rushed through your head, it felt as if you were sucking for ages.

the more you felt your head push against what felt like severus’ body, the more he was enjoying it. you were at his mercy and he could do anything to you at this moment.

“oh you’re such a good slut.” was the last thing he said before cum spewed out, his moans were deep and was enough to send shivers down your spine.

he was left breathless, taking his cock out of your throat as he left you nothing but a few seconds to breathe.

“that is what you get for that mouth of yours.” severus said as he caught onto his breath.

“please…” you murmured.

“aw, whats the matter little one? lost for words? can’t take daddy’s cock?” severus mocked.

“let me see…please.” you begged.

you felt rough hands at your butt, letting out a hiss of a breath which then turned into whimpers.

“ah, ah ah. you know i can’t do that kitten. say. my. name…now.” he deeply replied.

“please, severus.” you uttered.

you felt the ribbon slowly come off of your face, seeing the room for the first time since you arrived but that didn’t matter, your eyes instantly fell onto severus. his smirk that never left, his hair almost covering his eyes, your gaze slowly made your way to his body, then to his thighs and his massive length. you knew a man like that would have such length packing inside.

“there’s a good girl, on her knees begging for me, like you do in your little fantasies of yours.” severus cooed.

“although…i’m surprised you lasted this long, i don’t think you’re ready for a good fucking tonight.” severus said.

“i need you, i just want you severus.” you pleaded.

severus hummed slightly, gripping onto your upper arm. “get up.” he said.

“i said, get up slut.” severus said again, making you tremble and quickly shifting to your feet.

“now be a good girl for daddy, and don’t cum until i say so.” severus whispered.

he pressed chaste and rough kisses that he knew you didn’t deserve.

his cock entered inside of you, you gripped onto the ribbons that had you tied up as that sensation rushed into you once more.

“so tight for me aren’t you?” he cooed, as he pressed against you, his cock thrusting against you as your tried your hardest to hold yourself back.

his hands at a firm grip to your waist as the other hand crept to your hair and pulled it backwards. “answer me.” he groaned as every thrust pleased you more and more.

“yes…yes severus.” you moaned out.

“oh you good girl.” severus replied.

every moan you let out pleasured severus, you wanted to come right there and then, but that would get you in big trouble. with one hand at your waist, the other hand lead to the back of your neck forcing your head to tilt upwards, squeezing your nape with his bare hands was enough for you to get a breathless moan out of you.

how long would he keep you in this room of pleasure and pain, was simply out of the question.

his thrusts toughened up, his grip all over your body got tighter and the kisses he trailed became sloppy, every mark he left all over your body was another way to make you belong to him and that was something neither of you regretted.

this was what you wanted and more.

“faster…yes!” you moaned.

“faster what?” severus said in between every thrust.

“faster severus, please…faster daddy!” you whined.

“your wish is my command princess.” he whispered in your ear.

his thrusts became quicker, your tried to keep every ounce of cum in your pulsating clit and much to your shock, you held it all in. you couldn’t hold yourself any longer, your urge to come on him was getting stronger, your clit throbbing quicker to the point where you feel your whole body vibrate.

“please…i’m going to-” you plucked up the courage to say, which was enough to get a deep chuckle out of severus.

“go on then, come on daddy’s cock. my little y/n.” he growled.

faster and faster he went, his breathless calls for your name, you had repeatedly said his name and it never left your lips. his name suited perfectly for your voice, for those lips of your and yet you simply couldn’t forget it.

you screamed out his name, releasing every drop of cum to the point where everything felt like a dream, you were convinced you saw stars in your eyes before your eyelids heaved and you could almost feel yourself dropping to the floor.

“i’ve got you princess.” was the last thing you heard before you felt your body get heavier by the second.

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your eyes blinked for a moment, you took in your surroundings. you were in the bedroom, making an attempt to sit up but your lower body had been so sore.

“you’re awake, i was getting worried about you.” your attention shifted to your husband who had arrived just in time, with a tray of food in his grasp.

“how did i get here…i was in the-”

“you were, but it turns out i fucked you so hard that you passed out.” severus answered.

you almost smiled at his answer.

your desires had been fulfilled and you were starting to think this should happen more often. you looked around the bedroom as if this was your first time at his chambers, but yet you always shared it. you knew his private quarters inside and out, it seemed to have a completely different atmosphere after how intense things were not even short of a few hours ago.

or rather what seemed like a few hours ago.

severus placed the tray on your lap, he made you pasta with your favourite pesto sauce. you looked to him and then his arms, the sleeves of his dresscoat all rolled up and his hair in a damp, loose pony tail.

he insisted you ate and you did, he watched you take every bite of your food and in some instances his fingers fiddled around with your hair. those same fingers that fucked you relentlessly hours ago.

severus ensured you didn’t move in the slightest, wanting you to relax every second of the night.

“what’s with the change of heart sev?” you plucked the courage to say.

severus turned and that small romantic grin of his formed, “there’s nothing wrong with treating and admiring my girl after she’s been so good today, is there y/n?” he asked.

you shied away, hiding your smile in your hair as you looked to him and shook your head at his question. “nothing wrong with that at all, love.” you assured.

after he took your now empty plate, he soon came back to be at your presence as he laid beside you on the bed, you slowly shifted so now you were laying on his chest.

“did i make all those little fantasies of yours reality?” severus asked.

“it was so much more than that.” you admitted.

“better than those books you’ve been reading?” severus asked again.

you furrowed your brows and looked to him for a moment, “how do you know what i’ve been reading?” you asked back.

“oh y/n, you seriously don’t think i’ve used legilimens on you…why do you think our bond is so strong, hm?” severus said.

you slowly begun to realize and your shocked expression turned to one of realization as you crawled on top of him, resting your arms on his chest and the palms of your hands squished his cheeks.

“sev! you cheeky man!” you almost squealed, as you hid in the crook of his neck, hiding in his hair.

severus’ lips curled to a smirk as he pressed kisses all over your head, his hands caressing at your waist and your thigh from time to time.

“you were so good…yes, such a good little girl for me.” he praised. a small giggle escaped your lips, you loved when he praised you, even in times like this was when he cherished and worshipped you.

“i suppose it was all worth it eh?” you said.

you suddenly felt severus pushing you closer to him, “and it will be worth every single minute of my day, my dear y/n.” severus said.

that was when he pulled you into an enchanting kiss as his fingers firmly pressed at your body, stroking your features against the palms of his hands.

it was definitely better than those books of yours.

perhaps him using legilimens on you was worth it.

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