#the only thing I thought w this is that I still have so much to learn w my art đ
Is it too much to ask for a follow-up on the Human' Effects fic?
This is more just some more information of headcanons I have and how I like writing the bots. So I hope you enjoy it. This one's more on the differences and similarities between humans and Cybertronians.
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Warning: mentions of reproduction, and exploration of body's. Valveplug.
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So this is just a continuation for Human effects. This one also delves into some more information on biological, cultural and different frames and how they interact with each other, humans and other organic Creatures.Â
Biological Humans and Cybertronians are vastly different even with quite a few similarities.Â
Sparklings and childrenÂ
There is a very big difference in the body function of Humans and Cybertronians. Size for one but also Organic DNA and CNA. There are many things which can Line up with the other species but also function very differentlyÂ
Such as.Â
structure and organ comparisonÂ
Plating - skin
Helm - head
Processor, brain module - brainÂ
Faceplate- face
Audio Receptors, Audials, Receptor orifices - earsÂ
Nasal ridge, enstril, olfactory sensors- nose
Optical ridge - eyebrows
Optics, visors - eyes and glasses sometimes visors are used as optics
Intake- mouth, throat or a breath.Â
Denta, denta plating- teethÂ
Glossa- tongueÂ
Mandibles (insecticons) - jawÂ
Vocalizer- voice boxÂ
Chin or chin plating are the sameÂ
Chestplate, chassis- chest and higher stomach (abs area)Â
Fuel tanks- stomach.Â
Backplate, back struts, binary system, bipedalism - back and spine, spinal cord.Â
Servos and digits - Hands and fingersÂ
Sounder plating - shoulder bladesÂ
Pede - feetÂ
pump and Spark - heart and soulÂ
Energon lines - arrays veins.Â
Vents - lungs, breath.Â
Pelvic plate - pelvis
Aft, tailpipe, skid plate- butt
Interface panel - covered reproduction organs
Spike - penisÂ
Value - vaginaÂ
Carrier chamber, Gestation chamber - womb
Helm and head
With the fact one is filled with circuitry, coding and wires and the other is filled with flesh, fluid and other organic matter. Humans' heads are covered in hair most times. And even those who aren't their head Is still rather soft and smooth. And the bots love playing with human hair and facial hair when they are allowed too.Â
It also leads to humans giving the bots head scratches, and it's something so man you the bots had never thought of and they love it. They will lay their head in their human lap and just enjoy the gentle touches to their Finial, audials, and helm crest. It becomes. Causal thing of the humans using soft little microfiber cloths to clean out dust and dirt from the small crevices in the bots Plating. Head pats and scratches really becomes something that Cybertronians love alot and it makes a lot of humans consider the bots large cats.
Faceplate and Faces.Â
One of the things which is very different between humans and Cybertronians is how they show affection to each other. Cybertronians do a thing called a helm hold. Where they each hold their partner's helm in their servos while looking into each other's optics, it's how they show how much they care, because they are focusing only on that one person. And it means alot more after the war, to focus all your attention on just one bots servos shows a lot of trust, affection and love for someone. Â
While humans have Hugging, kissing. So the bots are rather confused the first time they are hugged, tensing up not wanting to hurt their human. And they nearly short circuit when the human kisses them it's more out of fear.Â
âDo you know how dangerous that is! What if I crushed you!â The bot hisses in panic while looking at their lover. ânot to mention the fact that is my Energon Intake! Do you know what energon can do to Humans!â It nearly sends the bot into meltdowns as they hold their lover's face staring into their eyes trying to show them how much they love and care for them. It would break their spark if they accidentally hurt them.Â
âit's called a Kiss, I was kissing youâ the human tries to explain, their hands cupping around their bots servos.Â
âa kiss?â the bot inquired. âYea I'm sorry if you didn't want it, it's just I thought we were in that part of our relationshipâ the human begins rambling out of anxiety thinking they had messed up. In the end they both settle for a small gesture in-between. Pressing their head and helm, together as they cradle the other.Â
Eventually they will come around to accepting kisses but it is only for very special occasions. Because the bot will make sure that there isn't a trace of energon in their system for their partner's safety. Over time it becomes them pressing soft kisses to each other's noses.Â
Skin and PlatingÂ
These are all the parts which somewhat are similar to humans, but also work vastly different than the human body does. So with this listed here are many of the things that vary with the similarities.Â
Plating and skin are vastly different due to one being metal and the other being flesh, it's one of the things a lot of the Cybertronians love is how soft Human skin is. They really enjoy just fondling their human companions, pulling their checks, and enjoying how their skin moves. How pliable, warm and squishy they are. Cybertronians finding out about human breasts really takes them by storm.Â
âWhat are those?â the bot asks while pressing a finger to their breast feeling how soft and squishy they are.Â
âbreast, boobs, tits they have a lot of namesâÂ
âWhat are they for?â The bot continues to just slowly play with them out of curiosity, not knowing what the human would need them for.Â
âthey are used for feeding babies, they fill with milk, it's not a constant thing and not everyone's do but they are for feeding babies.â the human tries to explain and it just leaves the bot shocked.Â
âYou're with Sparkling?â The bot asked as they began fussing over the human more, gently pressing their digits to the human's body more.Â
âno, no I'm not pregnant!â They laugh out loud while rather embarrassed. ââbut wouldn't they deflate?â The bot shoots back as their digits begin needing the flesh which makes the humans sigh and lean into the touch. âhuman babe, don't have the same functions as you.â They tease softly.
 It ends up with one bot having their human lover back pressed to their Chassis. The bot's servos just cupped around their partners breast slowly massaging them as the human leans back just enjoying the feeling because it takes the weight off their back and the cool touch of the metal feels delightful against their skin.Â
Heart and spark
The difference between a human heart and spark aren't that different at all. They both pump blood/energon to where it's needed, it's the life provider of the body. Each has a beat or pulse. And the said beat and pulse sounds different. A human's heart beat feels like a thump but to Cybertronians it's an echo. Each beat they can feel and see like A beating light. And they love how it feels laying against them, their spark will actually fall in tune With their heart beat as a way to calm the human. While for humans a Cybertronians spark pulse feels like electricity dancing across their skin it's like the build up of static but it doesn't zap. The vibration of a spark is like energy building and releasing, the buzzing sound that just resonates through their body as they lay against their bot.Â
olfactory sensors and nose
Unfortunately humans don't have the enhanced scent sensors that a lot of other species do, and Cybertronians have one for the most advanced ones, they don't just smell it but they can break down the chemical compound to its base and are able to tell humans emotions based on how they smell. It also leads to bots becoming rather touching with their lovers when they can smell their cycle. It also leads a lot of bots realising they have a breeding kink after being with a human, because the moment they can feel their partners change in hormones they are hovering. It becomes an even bigger thing when they smell the scent of a young spark, they feel the EM Field.Â
carriers and pregnancyÂ
There is a major difference between human pregnancy and cybertronian pregnancy. Humans can only be born from reproduction. a new spark can be formed in multiple ways.Â
-Forged. Â
-Cold construct.Â
-split spark
- SparkedÂ
Forged new sparks are bots that are formed in hotspots across cybertron and on occasions sparklings can also be formed from these hot spots.Â
Cold constructs are bots that have been made by others for a purpose and were originally classed as 2nd class citizens, miners or lower than other bots,Â
Split Sparks made from splitting your spark into another form. It was very rare due to multiple laws being inplace against it.Â
Sparklings were formed through spark merging with another and creating enough energy to form new lifeforms. A carrier would then have to host said spark in their Gestation chamber until the spark could grow its own protoform. Then from there they are moved into the carrier chamber where they learn off their carrier's coding, and also receive food, coding and personal information from their Sire via Transfluid. As sparklings are still not able to consume normal energon and it has to be processed down enough for the sparkling. (Similar to how humans breastfeed) from there once they are ready the sparkling will be âbirthedâ and from their they will need to be carried in a spark chamber until they have fully developed but gives them time to learn the world around them but still have the safety of a parent to protect them.Â
This leads the bots and humans to both be horrified at the differences of the others' reproduction. The bots are horrified over the fact a human's pelvis bone breaks just to birth a baby. But also the fact that humans can carry more than one child. They eventually watch a documentary over human birth; it makes a lot of bots short out and crash.Â
Humans on the other hand are shocked over the time it takes for a bot to have a sparkling. 100 years is longer than a lot of humans ever live but it's how long it takes for the full process of a sparkling to be formed and born. That's without all the issues with CNA, temperature, spark energy, energon. A Lot of Cybertronian pregnancies don't make it to term due to these factors.Â
So when by some chance a human gets pregnant by a Cybertronian it has the whole planet up in a tissy. Not just the fact of how genetically different they are but how it happened. The first human Cybertronian sparkling is a miracle watched by man and documented. And it turns out the human womb is actually the best possible hosting spot for the start of a sparkling, it's the perfect temperature, and it's not a temperature a lot of bots can keep their own frames. The human womb actually short cuts a lot of time over the birth Due to the sparkling Not needing to be shifted from one chamber to another. It comes down to being pregnant for 3 years. It's a long time for a human but it's decades Less than what it normally takes for a Cybertronian if they made it through the full progress.Â
And when the sparkling is born it's discovered that the sparkling doesn't have any human traits, defects or appearance. Due to the human body mainly working as a host, the CNA and DNA don't mix when it comes to creating a sparkling but they work perfectly in sync When it comes to helping the sparkling grow. And it also turns out humans are able to sustain more than One sparkling.Â
That also brings me to the function of spike and Valves. For Cybertronians spikes and Valves aren't how Sparklings are created, sparklings are created from two sparks merging together and creating enough energy for a sparkling but interface is needed to start the process of how they form. Sparkling needs Transfluid to begin and that is what Cybertronians use interfacing for outside of sharing memories, information and emotions. Most times Cybertronians interface for fun, feeling close, sharing information with a loved one, or to help feed a sparkling the necessary data, fluids and programming.Â
so When a Cybertronian and human interface it has a lovely mix of a 50/ 50 chance of getting pregnant due to how the human and cybertronian heart and spark link in a frequency that is almost essential Spark merging. And a human doesn't even need to interface with a Cybertronian to get pregnant.
Here is a list of ways humans have gotten pregnant/ a bot has gotten pregnant.Â
-interfacingÂ
-spark bondingÂ
-a human touching a bots spark.Â
-having enough hated for another you get them pregnant by sheer Anger
- spark And heart syncingÂ
-A human being on their cycle will make a bot pregnant.Â
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Megatron entered the medbay of the Lost Light, feeling unusual warmth and pressure in his chest. "Ratchet," he said gruffly to get the medic's attention. "Something is...off. I feel as if I have consumed fool's energon again, but I know that is not the case."Â
He looked down at the medic, his optics betraying slight concern beneath his usual stern demeanour. "Examine me and determine what ails me. I need to be at full function." His pride did not allow him to admit weakness easily, but he trusted Ratchet's skills.Â
Ratchet nodded to First Aid and They as they stood ready to assist. He turned back to Megatron with a scrutinising gaze.
"When did you first notice the symptoms? Any other anomalies in your systems?" he asked gruffly, scanning the Decepticon warlord from head to foot with a diagnostic tool. The scans showed unusual activity in Megatron's Gestation chamber.
"Hmm...it appears your spark is pulsing more rapidly than normal. And the pressure you described suggests a buildup of energon flow." Ratchet paused, analysing the data. "This could indicate...no, it's not possible. Or is it...?" He leaned in closer, inspecting Megatron with keen optics.
"We'll need a more detailed scan. Over here, lay back - this won't hurt but may feel peculiar. First Aid, fire up the resonator. Ambulon you're in charge of monitoring vitals."
"What's wrong, ratchet he was fine this morning?" The human asked in concern.Â
Megatron lay back on the medical berth as directed, his massive frame dwarfing its size. his expression softened ever so slightly. As the detailed spark scan began, Ratchet's optics widened in surprise. "By the Allspark...it can't be..." He motioned First Aid "Look here. What do you see?"
First Aid peered at the monitor in amazement. "Two distinct spark pulses...but how is that possible?" Ratchet glanced over at Megatron, then back at the others. "It would seem Megatron himself is carrying sparkling. The increased energon flow and pressure were signs of protoform development beginning."
He chuckled wryly. "Well Megatron, it seems that fool's energon was not to blame after all. Congratulations...you're going to be a creator." Megatron's optics widened in disbelief at Ratchet's announcement. Carrying sparkling? It made no sense as far as he knew, spark merging could only occur between cybertronians and he had only been intimate with a human.Â
He sat up abruptly, almost knocking First Aid over, and glared down at Ratchet. "Explain yourself, medic! How is this possible? The human and I have been intimate but they clearly lack our means of conception." Ratchet held up a calming hand. "Peace, Megatron. I have a theory,"Â
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Cute situations w/ f1 drivers- ep2.
Asking the drivers if they 'wanna nap?'
Charles:
"Wanna nap?" You asked the man as soon as he stepped into his hotel room, tired and eyes red. You knew Ferrari wasn't some winter wonderland but you didn't know why Charles put up with it.
You had been close friends with the man, since before he'd started f3 too, you knew he bled Ferrari red but this wasn't bleeding this was suicide.
Nonetheless, you were there for him, every weekend, only today there wasn't much to do, he had just come back from some meetings. He looked at you and hummed, taking off team-issued merch and throwing himself on the bed beside you.
You turned on some sad Adele song and faded into sleep, holding the boy close to you, his head resting on the curve of your neck.
Carlos:
"Wanna nap?" You asked Carlos as you both walked into his drivers' room, it was early in the morning at the Las Vegas GP and just as the year before they had messed up the timings and the drivers had to wait till four-thirty in the morning to get on with the programme.
Knowing the both of you, you were sure if you hadn't extended the offer the both of you would have ended up doom-scrolling through Netflix looking for some show to watch fighting off sleep.
"What?" He asked, shocked at the offer for a second before raising his browns and winking at you, "You finally feel my charm didn't you?" he laughed as he climbed onto the small and rickety bed next to you. "Smooth operator strikes again," he praised himself, pulling you close to him, enveloping you in his arms as the big spoon.
You groaned and kicked his shin, making him complain, "Dude you're so fucking lame!" You made fun of the older man who only replied with terrorism (tickling you,) "S-top, stop, I'm sorry," you laughed, trying to escape the death grip he had on you, eventually getting him to stop.
He let you catch your breath as he set an alarm, before trapping you in his warm arms again, both drifting into a comfortable sleep.
Lando:
It was way past midnight but you couldn't sleep, unable to get yourself out of the party high, too drunk to rest your brain. Thankfully you weren't the only one.
There was a barrage of knocks on your hotel room, a slurred voice with a British accent begging to be let in. "Y/n/nnnnn, I can't sleep," he cried once in the room, stumbling over nothing as you both made your way to your bed.
You giggled as he fell, brushing his hands over the cold blanket. You joined him, crawling onto the bed slowly as the room around you spun. You laid on your back, clinging onto the bed for dear life.
Lando noticed and piled on top of you, making you raise a question brow. "So you don't fall off," he muttered, his face buried in your chest.
"Ohhhh, that makes sense," you said, understanding his thought process as the spinning slowed down. "We should nap," you said out loud, eyes shutting due to the comforting warm weight on top of you.
Lando hummed in return, wrapping his hands around your waist, as you pulled one hand up to his and another grabbing his curls for extra support.
Oscar:
There were two things everyone knew about Oscar, he hated waking up early and he loved sleeping. So when his trainer woke him up on a perfectly cosy yet cool Monday morning to exercise, he nearly wanted to kill the man, only stopping because that would take much more effort than simply going through with the workout.
Your apartment was closer to the gym than his, so he happily invited himself in to bitch and moan about his trainer and how that man must have hated him.
Rolling at your friend's antics, you pushed away your laptop, walking from the dining table to where he was sitting on your sofa.
"Wanna nap?" You had barely finished your question when you were pulled onto the Australian.
"I thought you'd never ask," he whispered, as he shuffled on the narrow sofa to get comfortable, you still on top of him, his arms wrapped around your waist and your face buried in his neck.
"Are you using me as a teddy bear?" You asked incredulously, trying to get up to no avail as the man's grip on you was far too strong.
"Yes, now let me sleep," he murmured, already half gone.
George:
George had a habit of pushing himself too far, ever since he was a child. When you guys had just newly become friends, the boy had spent hours trying to find out what exactly you liked and didn't, stalking your Instagram and your family's Facebook.
You had found it endearing but also concerning how he always wanted to be perfect. So when you walked into his house at midnight (you got a key made- there's a reason the both of you got along so well,) and found him staring unblinkingly at his laptop and a large mess of papers spread across the wooden coffee table.
"Dude, what is wrong with you," You whisper-yelled at the man making him jump, pressing a hand to his chest.
"Me? What is wrong with you?" He yelled, panting as you jumped over the back of the couch, sitting right next to him, ruffling through the papers much to his chagrin.
"Shut it, Georgie boy," you smirked at him using the nick name he hated. âWhat are you even doing, itâs so late?â You asked looking at the taller man who started off in a rant about the car and everything he was doing wrong, making you slide down on the sofa till you head was resting on the backrest. You lifted your feet up to rest them on the coffee table, making George rush to move a stack of papers so they wouldnât be under your feet.
Perfect. You grabbed the manâs shoulders and made his head rest on your lap.
âWhat on earth are you doing!â He yelled more than asked, trying to get up but you doubled down.
âGeorge you need to sleep,â you deadpanned as he tried to make you let him go, knowing his pleas fell on deaf ears he gave up.
You raised your brow, âwanna nap?â You asked teasing the boy.
âOnly for a few minutes,â he pressed, making himself comfortable, while you tangled your fingers in his hair, âmaybe more then,â he sighed and let his eyes shut, slightly watering and finally fell asleep.
Lewis
Lewis had never been a friend to you, he was more like an annoying yet caring older brother or like a fun uncle of sorts. The man was fiercely protective of his friends, even those whom he saw in animosity.
But you were different, Lewis would steal your coffee, eat your food, and push you around but he'd also sneak you Red Bull (much to his disgust,) into his driver's room during late races, walk you to your hotel room after parties and get you souvenirs from races you couldn't be at. Similarly, you loved to annoy the man, stealing his expensive jackets, which looked hilarious due to the size difference, stealing his headphones and running away with them and most importantly coming to him with your problems day or night.
So no, Lewis wasn't surprised when you showed up to his driver's room in the middle of the day, even though Toto had revoked your pass for the day (for bullying George, but it was worth it,). He was ready to tease you but then he saw your eyes, red and tears flowing down your face.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" He immediately came up to you, giving you a once-over to see if you were injured. "Did someone say something, are you hurt?" He asked panicking at your silence. You simply wrapped your arms around the older man, hiding your face in his chest, quietly sobbing and sniffling.
He walked you both to the sofa in his room, seating you down, trying to wipe your tears, "Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked as you finally calmed down, using his arm as support to sit up.
You cleared your throat, "No, I just wanna nap," you hiccuped slightly.
"Okay," he leaned back so you could rest your head on his shoulder, giving you one of his airpods to relax, which you gladly accepted.
Lance & Fernando (they aren't always gonna be together but the situations... THE SITUATIONS WRITE THEMSELVES)
"Oh honey thatâs not," Lance said pointing to your coloured hair (matching with Alex) and thats how the conversation had started and had ended in a cat fight.
âAt least Iâm not a nepo baby,â you yelled as you threw a basket of oranges at him, which he dodged, darn those f1 reflexes. The basket itself smacked him square in the face, leaving a red indent across his nose. He glared for a second before jumping over the table you were fighting across and pulled your hair. âOwww, you bitchâ
You bit his hands in defence, to which he kicked your shin, screaming you launched yourself at him, crashing the both of you to the ground, âoh my god, okay, truce, truce,â he panted, pushing you off him.
âJust so you can catch your breath,â you retorted making him mock you. In reality, you were definitely much more tired than he was. You were struggling to catch your breath, your head killing you where he grabbed a large chunk of your hair.
You turned to look at him, resting your head on his stretched arm, he was massaging his nose, the bruise turning purple now, âwell that was fun,â he turned to face you.
âSooooo fun,â you rolled your eyes, âwanna nap? My heads killing me,â you are far him in accusation but he glared right back pointing to his swollen nose.
âSure,â he shrugged, shifting closer to you and closing his eyes. You opened your mouth to make a joke but were interrupted, âthere are like a million oranges on the floor right now, Iâll throw one at you,â you accepted defeat and fell into a comfortable sleep.
Thatâs how Fernando found the both of you, slightly scowling but fast asleep, he took a picture for blackmailâs sake and placed a blanket over the two of you.
PT-2 w/ Max, Logan, Alex, Daniel, Yuki, Pierre, Esteban, Zhou.
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Shoutaaaa x Little Reader!!!!
I have materialised, escaped the void if you will
Anyway a little Drabble Abt Shota discovering ur little side, oral fixation etc and how I like to think he would deal w it𼚠The feels were felt in this one tehe very daddy but also quite subtle I think ALSO SMUT WARNING LOLOL
Ignore the bad grammar lolz I havenât written in ages lolol MINORS GO TF OUT AS USUAL đ
Daddy Sho x secretly little reader (?)
Usually after an especially long day you and Shouta typically fuck out your frustrations, itâs slow and intimate at first but sooner than later you both pick up the pace. Sex quickly becomes hot and desperate as you both chased the relief of an inevitable orgasm. You of course had your own coping mechanisms, colouring, watching childhood cartoons and a slight oral fixation. This was of course well kept from Sho, you already felt insecure about your age gap, you didnât want him to think you were any more immature that you may have been.
Today was different, albeit you didnât realise until he was balls deep in you telling you what a ânasty slutâ you were. Usually you relished in being beneath him, letting him control you. You liked the feeling of helplessness that overcame you when he touched you after a day overthinking and honestly just thinking in general. However, today something snapped. It all felt too much, Shotaâs strength felt scary, his words made you scaredâŚupset. You couldnât place it but you knew you hated it. Tears welled in your eyes, as your safe word left your lips in a muffled cry.
Of course he stopped immediately.
âBaby whatâs wrongâ
You couldnât even begin to describe what was wrong, usually this was what you needed. How you needed him. But today you just felt mushy and vulnerable and small, in a different way. You dreaded the day that your secrets would intervene with your relationship. But it did, and today you didnât want to be broken, instead you wanted to be treated delicately, by a handler to fearful to leave even the slightest scratch, scared of break you. But it was too many words, to many complex thoughts for your stupid little brain.
So instead of replying, the tears ramp up until your sobbing incoherent apologies. A confused Shouta starts to worry more,
âBabe, itâs fine itâs okayâ and a million other comforts flow from his lips but still you canât pinpoint the words to explain, to tell him whatâs wrong.
âPretty girl, does something hurtâ
He moves you into his lap and began rocking you, almost like a baby, looking for any bruises and cuts. The simple back and forth was so soothing and as he watched you melt into his touch it clicks, this was what you wanted, this was how you needed him. As he watches you calm down, he realises it too. Your usual arrangement was off the table today and that was fine.
He had an inkling that you worked a little different to girls he had been with before, he knew you fell into a hazy and vulnerable mindset. He saw how you sucked your little thumbs when you were stressed and how you took to digital colouring pages when you thought he wasnât looking. All these little things he thought were so cute but he let you engage in these thing so in your own time, as not to intrude. Although, today you needed help.
âDid my pretty girl need cuddles?â he coos softly
You nod in response his tone making you mind fuzzy. He rarely used this tone, and you were always too nervous to ask for more.
He notices you fiddle with his fingers
âDoes babygirl need something from meâ
You nod, unsure
He silently slips two fingers in your mouth. You suckle softly, humming in content, glad he understood what you wanted.
âGood girl, my baby works so hard, she deserves to come home and wrap up in my arms. Thatâs it baby, close your eyesâ
You let your eyes fall shut
âGood girl daddyâs hereâ
Your tense slightly, youâd only ever used this term in the bedroom. But before you can react he hushes you, bouncing you on his knee.
âShhh baby, go to sleepâ
You would both have to talk about things in the morning. But for now he was happy to hush you to sleep, tracing circles on your back and petting you gently.
Me bc I WANT SHOTA AND THIS AND UGHHHHH TO BE LOVED AND ACCEPTED
Anyway look after ur selves beauties and drink water!!! Especially since itâs so hot
More mid writing soon lovelies
Love Flođ¸~
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Titillatio | Xiao x Aether
A/N: Happy birthday to my birthday twin @eliankrios! I hope you have the loveliest of days, Elian! I'm happy to be friends with you â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ *boop paw* I hope you enjoy these babies and I hope they're not too ooc! Enjoy your daaaaaay đđđđđ
Summary: Xiao rediscovers something he had long forgotten.
Words: 2k
Xiao never thought that a kiss could make him feel so many things: butterflies fluttering from his throat to his lower belly. In his mouth, the taste of the other person was sweet against his tongue and made him feel light in the head, as if he had drunk too much alcohol. His hands trembled and he always tried to hold on to something so the other wouldn't notice. His knees were weak, as if they were going to fail him at any moment; and a strange heat gathered in his insides and spread to his neck, traveling to his cheeks and ears, making them turn as red as an apple.Â
His mind went blank, any thoughts that could have been floating around in his head vanished, and he could only focus on the tingling he felt on his lips and the burning pain at the edges of his lungs due to lack of air⌠but now that he thought about it, maybe it wasn't the kiss itself, but the person who seemed to be trying to devour his lips every time.Â
âAether-!â He gasped, his hands on Aether's shoulders, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.Â
The traveler had his arms around his waist, pressing him against his warm body while he kissed Xiao desperately and frantically. Xiao could barely keep up with him; Aether's tongue writhed inside his mouth, tickling the roof of his mouth as he seemed to try to suck on Xiao's tongue. Xiao couldn't deny that, although he felt a little dizzy from lack of air, he had missed Aether's kisses deeply.Â
The traveler had been away from Liyue for a long time, and even when he returned, Xiao could not meet him right away, as he was busy doing things that a yaksha had to do. Their meeting had happened no more than ten minutes ago, but as soon as they exchanged glances, their bodies were already pressed against each other.Â
However, Aether really seemed hungry for Xiao. It was no longer enough for him to just kiss Xiao's mouth, Aether's kisses moved down his jaw, seeking the warmth of his neck to sink his teeth in.Â
âA-Aether, h-hold on. Someone will- haa!âÂ
It was useless, Aether simply wasn't listening and Xiao's nervousness only increased when he felt one of Aether's hands sneaking under the hem of his skin-tight shirt, the other finding that opening on the upper part of his back. Gentle fingertips followed the edge of his shoulder blades, making him gasp and squirm. Aether touched Xiao's skin lighty, tenderly, just like a feather. His soft fingers brushed against the curve on his lower back and something fuzzy started to build in Xaioâs throat.Â
âTra-Traveler! You're n-not listening to me, I really- ack?! W-Wahait! That spot-!âÂ
Before he could stop himself, an airy giggle escaped his lips and they both stood still. Aether finally deigned to lift his face from Xiao's blushing neck and Xiao quickly found his golden eyes, his own wide open.Â
âWha- what did you just do?â He asked, feeling that almost uncomfortable sensation near his side that made him want to scratch the spot.Â
His eyes danced from left to right, looking into Aether's, and something funny rose in his stomach when he noticed a glint of playful malice in Aether's amber pupils.Â
âAre you ticklish Xiao?â A mischievous smile spread across Aether's lips and Xiao frowned.
âTicklish?â He said the word slowly, as if savoring each letter and listening to how the two syllables sounded together. It was a funny word, if he had to admit it. âWhat is âticklishâ?âÂ
His question only made Aether's smile widen even more and Xiao jumped slightly when Aether's warm hands closed on his waist, making him blush even more. His own hands closed around Aether's wrists and he made an absurd attempt to push those hands away from his body. Aether giggled sweetly and that was enough to distract Xiao and let out a laugh when Aether squeezed his waist. Every hair on his body stood up as he felt that sensation run through him like electric shocks. Even though he really didn't want to, his hands pushed Aether's wrists away from his body and he looked at him with his eyes wide open and his lips trembling with a silly little smile.Â
âAether⌠what are you doing right now- no! N-Nohoho!âÂ
Xiao didn't know how, but Aether had broken free of his grip and his hands latched onto his waist again and he let out embarrassed and uncontrollable giggles as the traveler squeezed the spot over and over. The sensation made Xiao want to crawl out of his skin, those fingers woke up his nerve endings in a weird way, and Xiao couldn't make it stop.Â
He wasn't sure he had ever felt this kind of sensation in his many years of existence. He was almost sure that he would remember this feeling, and yet, there was some feeling of longing swirling in his chest the more Aether did this⌠âticklishâ thing on him. It was as if a part of his memory was under a haze, and he certainly couldn't concentrate with Aether's fingers running up his sides until they reached his ribs.Â
Xiao's giggles turned into more panicked laughter and his knees could no longer support his weight and squirming. He fell into the grass beneath him and Aether followed him, still making him laugh out of his mind as he straddled Xiao's waist. Aether's fingers gently but firmly dug into each of his ribs and a second later, he felt the tips of his fingers vibrating between the spaces of each bone.Â
Xiao threw his head back and his body shook with the force of his laugh. He desperately gripped Aether's arms, but he felt powerless, his strength had been drained from his body and he could only shriek between laughter what he thought Aether was doing to him:Â
âW-Witchcrahahaft!âÂ
Aether laughed so hard, he actually had to stop tickling Xiao to hold onto his tummy. âThis is not witchcraft! I'm just tickling you, Xiao!âÂ
Didn't he say âticklishâ earlier? Xiao shook his head, breathless. He tried to crawl away, but Aether giggled and grabbed him by the hips, dragging him back and sitting on his lower back. Xiao groaned and laughter poured from his lips again when the tickling started once more, this time Aether's fingers wiggling against his lower back and the window of his shirt. Xiao cackled, arching back and clawing at the ground, trying, in vain, to escape this torment.Â
Should he call it torment? It really wasn't that bad. The feeling was overwhelming, it numbed his brain and he felt like lightning was rushing through his body with every touch, also his laughter was embarrassingly loud and his tummy and sides were starting to hurt. However, Xiao couldn't say that he was hating it, on the contrary, he was ashamed to admit it to himself, but he was having fun. Although his stomach and sides hurt, it wasn't because of the force that Aether was tickling him with, his fingers were light and skillful, touching places that he didn't know could make him squeal and cackle like that.Â
It was also nice to hear Aether giggling along him, his laughter was light and happy, like an excited child. To think just a couple of minutes ago he was almost eating him alive.Â
âHow come I didn't know you are so ticklish, Xiao? Hmm? Tell me please.â
âI cahaHAHAnât!âÂ
He really couldn't. If he dared to speak, he felt like he was going to choke with his own laughter, besides, he really couldn't form any coherent thought at that moment.
âYour back is very ticklish,â Aether giggled and Xiao felt alarmed. There was something in Aether's voice, a tone that made him feel terribly nervous. âI wonder if you're also very ticklish here?âÂ
The sound that escaped from Xiao's mouth did not sound like him, in fact, he had no idea that he was capable of screeching like that, but when Aether pushed his warm hands under his arms and his fingers started to wiggle against his armpitsâ he just couldn't control himself.Â
Sweet yet hysterical laughter bloomed past his lips. That maddening sensation felt incredibly intense, and Xiao could only laugh and laugh as his body became useless, his arms glued to his sides in a futile attempt to make the tickling stop or at least, slow down, but it had the opposite effect, for Aether's hands had been trapped and he moved his fingers incessantly.Â
âAh, I think I found your most ticklish spot, Xiao!â Aether chuckled above him, speaking fondly. âYour laughter is so cute! I want to listen to more!âÂ
âYour laughter is so cute⌠I want to listen to more.âÂ
Oh, now he remembered. As Aether's fingers dug under his arms, a memory came to Xiao's mind: the eldest and leader of the Yakshas, Bosacius, holding both Xiao's wrists with two pair of hands while the other pair nestled into his exposed underarms, tickling him until Xiao was crying with hysterical laughter. Xiao could hear Bosacius' voice teasing him while he mercilessly tickled his armpits, his boisterous laughter almost louder than Xiao's. Xiao remembered looking at his bright smiles and shining eyes through his teary sight. Bosacius was happy and so was Xiao.Â
A wave of warmth flooded his chest and as he laughed wildly, he finally was able to remember just what this whole thing was.Â
âTihihitillahahatio!âÂ
âWhat?â
âThis ihihis, eek, t-tihihitilahatio!âÂ
The tickling slowly came to a stop and Xiao went limp onto the soft grass, breathing heavily and feeling little tears falling down the side of his face. A silly smile pulled at the corners of his lips and he giggled brightly when Aether started poking his back and sides, causing him to roll on his back again.Â
âWhat is titillatio, Xiao?â Aether asked, his head tilted to the side like a confused bird. Xiao's eyes looked at Aether fondly, his fingers gently brushing the other's flushed cheek. Aether nuzzled into his hand like a kitten and Xiao smiled warmly.
âTitillatio is⌠tickling, I guess. That was the name years ago.â Centuries ago. âI didn't know the name had changed. It had been a long while since titilatio was done to me.âÂ
Xiao didn't even remember the feeling, let alone the name. He had spent so many years alone, there was no way his mind was busy remembering insignificant things like that; there was also the issue of erosion in the mind⌠but be tried to ignore that as much as possible.Â
Lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed Aether was looking at him intently and frowning. âWas that person⌠your partner?*
Xiao blinked a couple of times, astonished. Did he hear correctly? âWhat?âÂ
Xiao raised his eyebrows when Aether rolled his eyes. âThe person that tickled you in the past! Were they your partner?âÂ
âWhat? N-No, of course not. It was just- wait⌠are you mad about it?â Aether looked away. âOh, are you jealous?â
Xiao had learned about jealousy the hard way, he now recognized the emotion even in other people and to his eyes, Aether seemed really jealous at that moment. The blonde blushed up to his ears and crossed his arms over his chest, avoiding Xiao's gaze at all costs. He really was jealous, huh?Â
Xiao chuckled, his hands gently holding Aether's bare waist. âDidn't you say jealousy is bad?âÂ
Aether made an indignant sound and Xiao let out a soft chuckle through his teeth. Feeling a weird wave of playfulness rushing through him, Xiao quickly changed their positions. It was adorably funny to see Aether's confused expression turn into one of pure laughter as Xiao started to pinch and prod his exposed waist.Â
âX-Xiahaho! Dohohon't!âÂ
Xiao smiled lovingly, thumbs rubbing against the sides of Aether's tummy. The traveler giggled and laughed and squirmed under him and Xiao understood why people liked to tickle others. It was fun to see another laughing because of your gentle touch and if that person was Aether, it was all even better.
âI'm nohohot jehehealous! I prohohomise!â Despite his pleading, Aether didn't seem to do much to make Xiao stop.
âI do believe you're not jealous.â That was a lie. âBut I actually have never tried doing titillatio to someone. How is that? Do you like it?â Aether threw his head back with bright giggles and Xiao couldn't help but also chuckle. âAm I doing it right?âÂ
âS-Stohohop teheasing meHE!â
Xiao laughed. Genuinely laughed. He had spent so many years alone, he had forgotten how good it felt to be with someone as kind and bright as Aether. He got to experiment a lot for the first time: having a partner, kisses, jealousy. Tickling... Even love.
Xiao smiled warmly down at Aether's laughing face, his hands weakly pawing at Xiao's hands. All those years of loneliness... perhaps they were just a small punishment to be able to enjoy the happy company of this wonderful traveler.
"You want me to tickle you more?"
"Noho! I'm s-sohohorry!"
Yes, this definitely was his reward.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELIAN! đđđđĽł
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sooo, is it too unusual to ask something w dark armin? like his SO got hurt and he is livid and gets revenge, also everyone is a bit scared of his behavior
i'm so starved for dark protective armin fics
Sorry it took me ages to answer this!!!! Also, Interesting ask...I think I have an idea. Hope you enjoy it!
CW and tags: Slight out of character Armin, protecive Armin, a bit dark Armin, gender neutral reader, "who did this to you" trope, blank period between S3 and S4, canonverse, relationship status not clear, mentions of blood, violence.
A little rat.
Something people often called Armin due to his tendencies of sneaking around, creepily watching and listening, acting below the radar. The blond boy was never one to enjoy theatrics, attention, thus the nickname made sense. Armin enjoyed it even, being discreet within his action, he benefited from it.
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The bruise on your left cheek was impossible to conceal and you accepted the countless questions your friends would ask. You were building a lie while your steps guided you to the mess hall - despite your disinterest for dinner. As your fingers brushed on the tender skin, images of the other soldier's bloody nose and mouth were enough to satisfy yourself.
You could defend yourself. Armin knew that.
But as soon as his beautiful blue eyes landed on the dark blemish his gaze went from tired to unreadable. He did not say anything - unlike the others, who kept asking 'what happened' 'who did this!' - he remained silent during dinner. You told your lie - physical combat training - but Armin did not react nor did he say a word, only his hardened eyes occasionally looking at the bruise.
His knuckles were white while gripping his cutlery.
You knew he would ask as soon as nobody was on sight. His steps were silent, but you could feel him behind you. Cold fingers touched your elbow softly, guiding you to a quiet corridor, under a staircase.
"Armin-"
"Who"
Armin made it impossible to lie. There was something about his blue eyes, soft and yet handsome features, that made your stomach revolt with the mere thought of lying to him.
"It doesn't matter-"
"It does" his jaw became even more defined as it clenched.
The blue eyes were still hard to read, but there was a stormy sea in them. You knew this look - a mind working full speed on hypothesis.
"Who did this?" his voice was soft and calm, monotonous. A happy and excited Armin almost sang when he spoke.
"He is way worse, Armin" you tried "I gave him what he deserved-"
"I. Want. A. Name." the sea was simmering, the point of boiling coming soon.
You gave him the name. You told him everything. Because there was nothing you could ever hide from Armin.
___
"You're quiet" Mikasa spoke "you usually don't shut up when you're researching"
The brunette girl was sitting on the chair next to his - running away from her brother's apathetic behavior. Hange's office was usually free for Armin to use, for him to read and debate strategies with the current commander.
"There is nothing to speak about" he said.
He saw Mikasa's head tilt to the side, she knew him too much.
"You're angry" she concluded "Eren said something to you again?"
Armin sighed in frustration. Denying with a mere head movement.
"You're not going to tell me, are you?" she said.
He wouldn't. She would stop him and do it herself. He could not loose the opportunity.
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You were just released from the meeting with your squad when a desperate Sasha collided with you in the middle of the hall.
"I'm sorry, so sorry!" she was frantic.
You were beyond confused.
"What happened?" you asked her.
"Armin was arrested!"
You felt your blood pool around your feet, leaving nothing but cold limbs. Barely able to ask her to elaborate.
"I heard Hange had to give him a corrective punishment for assaulting a cadet"
You wanted to feel surprised, but you couldn't. Armin was capable of horrible things if it meant keeping his loved ones safe. Violence was never his first choice, but it was there...always.
___
Armin was a patient man. If he could avoid acting on emotion, he would. Waiting for the anger to stop bubbling left him rational enough to plan carefully.
The cadet in question was an ex-MP. Typical.
Taller than Armin, stronger built. Forgetful face and name, just another soldier amongst hundreds that enlisted after Wall Maria's expedition.
Armin watched him for days, weeks. His routine, his tasks, when he was alone or surrounded. He observed, always keeping his anger at bay. A thursday afternoon, nearing the end of the fifth hour, was the perfect time frame for Armin to act.
Armin was proud of his rational thinking, but all good plans had a hint of recklessness.
"You have one minute to explain why you hurt them"
Alone in the stables, the cadet turned to see no other than the bearer of the Colossal titan.
"Who the fuck you're talking about?"
"Forty seconds" Armin replied, stance completely relaxed.
The cadet chuckled.
"come on" the soldier said "they can throw a punch, I respect that, but you? I-"
"I asked why and you are going to answer why. Thirty seconds"
The soldier - not knowing Armin at all - should have noticed the way his limbs contracted and his eyes focused into him.
"They hit me first" the cadet complained "I was just joking, said some shit and they didn't like it apparently"
"And what did you say?"
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"Was it because of me?" he pleaded, hands afraid of touching the bruised skin "please, tell me"
"It's not worth repeating what he said"
"I want to know!"
There were tears trying to escape his eyes, his fingers trembling with anger.
"They don't do this to Mikasa or Eren, but I know they say things to you"
"Armin..."
"Please"
___
The colossal was in all shapes and forms a demon in his body. A demon he hated more than anything.
But there were undeniable benefits of hosting such demon.
A cracking sound of another bone breaking. The cadet fell on the gate of a horse stall, struggling to breathe.
"Tell me" Armin's voice was on the verge of breaking into screaming, but he knew better.
"Repeat to me exactly what you told them and I'll consider letting you walk out of here alive"
The soldier coughed and groaned, trying to get up. Armin was faster, stomping his foot on the man's chest, right below his rib-cage, where he knew it would render the cadet breathless.
"Come on, tell me" Armin warned again
___
Your voice trembled as you repeated the words to an anxious and angry Armin.
"He called you a rat and..."
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"...and they were the scum" the cadet struggled to repeat.
"And what else?"
The man took too long to answer, Armin's patience running thin.
"That...I could" the man coughed blood "could not wait for you to die"
___
"And then I hit him" you concluded "I shouldn't, but I was so furious that I could not let him walk out intact"
___
Armin kicked the man one more time below the ribs, for sure breaking another floating one.
"Next time you have a problem with my existence, talk to me" Armin said quietly "You can call me names, even hit me, but if you ever do anything remotely threatening towards them again...I will kill you"
He left the man on the stables, walking steadily to Hange's office. Consequences must be paid.
___
Besides you, Mikasa was the only one not panicking. The two of you were not close - she was extremely reserved - but there was mutual respect. She was the only one who did not bombard you with questions, already aware of what could have happened.
"Is he in the dungeons?" you asked her.
Mikasa nodded. Hange's office was full of the veterans of the 104th squad, yet you felt alone in that moment. Armin was being punished and it was your fault.
"Nothing is going to happen" Hange said, entering the office "he is far too important for an actual imprisonment, but I had to keep appearances"
"Did he say something?" Jean inquired "we all know Armin's not a saint, but sudden violence is very uncommon for him"
The commander's eyes asked the same question as they landed on you. They were trying to understand. You and Armin interacted discreetly in public, like acquaintances. Hange was trying to understand why someone like you would trigger such a violent unusual behavior from Armin Arlert.
"I was hoping you could explain" They said to you "your captain told me you had corrective punishment from assaulting the same guy about two weeks ago"
The others were silent, looking at you. Waiting for an answer while trying to connect the dots. The only one who did not wonder was her. Mikasa knew of Armin's affection towards you, that it was beyond a building frienship or quick burning passion.
___
Armin heard you first. Steps descending the long stairs of the dungeons. As your familiar frame appeared, he stood up and leaned on the bars of the cell. You did not look him in the eyes, staring at a point in front of you.
You were angry. He had no regrets.
"Was it necessary?" you whispered.
"Yes" he replied without hesitation "would do it again"
You looked at his profile, an elegant man even behind bars. His white shirt was stained and tucked out of his pants, yet he left you breathless. You could defend yourself, but there was something warming about him going to extremes for you. It might have suprised the the others, but not you.
You would hurt and kill for him either.
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8 days until JWCT
OH MY GOD NEW CLIP NEW CLIP NEW CLIP
I'd like to apologize in advance if this is a little hectic. I'm so excited and my mind is absolutely reeling and my thoughts are running around so if things are a little unorganized please excuse me.
So first things first, YASAMMY IS STILL TOGETHER. I'm so happy to see that. The moment where Yaz was like "ohmygosh are you okay?" was everything to me I'm actually dying inside. And it's confirmed. Ben saying, "Get in between two girlfriends?" AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Yaz's "Tadaa" in the opening was so on point and in character. These characters still feel very much the same just older and I absolutely love them. They captured her adorable awkwardness perfectly. The background is absolutely gorgeous, I love these new urban settings. Sammy just trying to be a supportive girlfriend <3 I LOVE YOU SAMMY AND YOU LOOK DROP DEAD GORGEOUS
Big Ben is still a big dork <3. Him screaming from the hologram has me dying. The way Sammy is just shocked but Ben is being all extra throwing his legs up and doing another extra little scream. Oh Ben you big doofus I love you.
Ben is my reaction to all this Chaos Theory stuff and Sammy is everyone looking at me freak out w concern.
Along with this clip we have an interview with the showrunners.
"We really wanted to focus on Yazâs emotional journey as she dealt with the PTSD she suffered from during Camp Cretaceous, and then on what her reaction would be once the dinosaurs made it to the mainland. We had always imagined after Camp C that she would go on to college and study psychology and use her empathy and experience to help those that suffer the way she did. We really liked the idea of her using cutting-edge âimmersion therapyâ technology to help herself and others like her in a controlled, safe manner."
This is what most stuck out to me about the whole thing. In the beginning I was worried that they'd neglect the trauma that these kids went through but I have to say that I am pleasantly surprised they're putting focus on it, especially with Yaz who we sort of first saw suffer from PTSD in CC. With kids shows, creators usually aren't willing to dive into deep subjects and they typically follow a "one-and-done" storyline as I like to call it. They have an episode that focuses on one thing and then the next episode is an entirely different thing. And while I understand that on an audience level--- kids have short attention spans and don't stay on topic---I'm glad to see that both CC and CT are paying attention towards (consistently) acknowledging the darker sides and the trauma. Also hearing about where her character went/is going is so incredible to see and it's crazy to say that I'm proud of a fictional character but I really am. It's concerning how much I love these characters but denying that would be denying an entire piece of myself. I need this show like I need air. Y'all better be ready for the longest ass posts I'm going to make next friday. Just 8 more days. Almost one more week.
One day if you're going to be watching the first episode tomorrow. After careful consideration I do think I will attempt to watch it tomorrow. I think deep down I knew this was going to happen however with the newly released clips it showed me that watching some of the show in advanced doesn't dim my excitedness and really it only amplifies it. Obviously, if you choose not to watch it, totally valid and I respect your decision. I will keep my account "spoiler free" in that if I talk about the first episode I'll use the keep reading feature and the spoiler tag out of respect for those who don't want to or can't see it yet.
So you will catch me on Roblox tmrw. If anything it'll probably be around 4:30/5:00 cst. I don't know if it's an all day thing but that's what I'm assuming it is. If you want to join me my acc is @/greekqueendemigod (don't judge I chose the name when I was like 12) and u can just send me a friend request and if you do lmk in the comments bc i'm not always checking.
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so REVENGE, HUH? or justice, if that makes you feel better. it tastes the same when cooked just right. 'I REALLY WANTED A BROTHER.' such a shame to burn a bridge you so desperately wanted to keep, especially when it wasnt even you who started the fire. especially when you hope that not a single fragment of that bridge ever washes ashore.[MAY IT ROT FAR FROM MY SIGHTS]
an unfortunate loss! atleast he has his friends.
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cw: Bakugou dies but comes back to life, âcomes back wrongâ trope, implied fighting, angst
When Bakugou died, youâre not sure how you went on living. Grief had taken over your life, sat you in the passenger side while it cruised off the highway into icy waters. And even then, you couldnât find the energy to drown.
Itâs why thereâs a sudden uptick of energy when youâre promised to have him back. Some top scientists contact you months after his death, tell you to hurry down to the headquarters labs, come and rejoice for what youâre about to witness. And youâre horrified, to say the least.
âThis isnât my husband.â Are your first words when you walk in, watch the figure on the other side of the glass examine its own hands. It looks like your husband butâbut his hair isnât the right shade of blond all over. His nose bridge had a slight bump after a scuffle with a villain. He had a scar on his hand butâbut it never looked like it was to sew a pinky beside the other fingers.
âIs that really my husband?â You ask next in disbelief, slowly entering the room. Bakugouâs head snaps up, his eyes a little brighter than you remember butâthey hold so much emotion. So much memory, so much panic, so much guilt.
âI left you.â He mutters, his voice raspy and ragged, and you wonder if itâll always be like this now. It makes you cry a little harder than it should, but you only embrace each other. Heâs cold and his shoulders donât hold the same mass and his back doesnât carry the same scars. Thereâs one, jagged and rough, running down his back, and you think, you think thatâs where they slipped a new spine in.
âWelcome back home.â You tell him, weeks after meeting him again, new and not totallyâKatsuki. Heâs stiff and he doesnât immediately take off his boots when he enters, and it worries you. Makes you think if youâve just let a stranger into your home, one that has stolen your dead husbands face. Makes you wonder if heâll be as loving as Katsuki once was, or if heâll become your monster looming over you with the guilt of not being able to rest anymore.
âIâve missed you so much.â You whisper against his mouth one night, a little while after heâs moved back. You donât know why you lay under him, why you let him nestle himself inside of you, why you let him hold you against his chest. Katsuki always ran his hands over your cheeks and neck whenever he held you like this, but thisâŚman, only holds himself up with his hands resting beside your head. Itâs alien, how he looks at you, how his hips are methodically measured with every thrust, how he kisses you every 8 seconds. You wonder if heâs more robot than Frankenstein monster.
âWhy did you come back to me like this?â You ask him one night, barricaded in the bathroom away from him. You can hear his sobs on the other side, his pleading to be let in. He tells you he never wanted to come back if he had to be like this, that heâs sorry, please let him in, he misses the warmth of your skin, heâs never been so cold before, heâs never liked the cold.
âIs this considered cheating?â You ask yourself aloud one night, when Bakugou is forced back to the lab when he becomes tooâŚun-Bakugou. To sleep with a man that is your husband in every way but? Your husband has been dead for a year now, and yet you stroke the chin of the man that tries so hard to be him everyday, but fails so miserably at it every time.
âIâll come back to you right this time.â Bakugou promises to you when heâs strapped down to leave for the lab and before heâs sedated. But you donât believe himâyou never did. Your husband is dead, and this animated corpse has been nothing but a cheap mockery of everything youâve lost and something you will never truly get back.
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Human/Mer AU + Bioluminescent Siren Duke ; requested by @justwannabecat!
The human hadnât been in his territory recently.Â
He wasnât attached or anything, but Duke had started to look forward to seeing him around. It was equal parts exciting and terrifying to be under the curious, watchful eyes of a human who could so easily be dragged down into the depths.Â
He knows he shouldnât be doing this. He shouldnât be indulging this humanâs curiosity, trying to lure him closer time after time. Holding the attention of any human is dangerous; Dukeâs heard the stories plenty of time. Heâs seen the damage humans can do even more.Â
Thereâs just something different about this human, who never dives too deep, who smiles at him and leaves little gifts in the tide pools tucked away from the rest of the beach, hidden from sight. Or rather, usually hidden from sight, since this human is the only one to go there.Â
Itâs foolish, but Duke actually misses his human.Â
Itâs not the first time heâd been gone for long stretches of time, but something feels off. Thereâs worry curling up at the base of his throat, making him swim to the surface more frequently. Steph had given him a look when she caught him, but didnât say a word. She shouldnât, really, when sheâs been sneaking up to the surface for her own human friend, some small, dangerous human with dark hair and hands that speak more than a voice.
Heâd seen her, just once, when he had gone up to splash water and his human then swim away.
Somehow, things felt easier back then. Like the horrors of the world couldnât reach them among those tide pools.Â
Itâs reached them now.
Dukeâs not expecting to see his human when he swims up to the surface. Heâs expecting another quiet night, an empty beach, a dark sky with only the moon casting its lonely light down onto him.Â
But when he swims up, his eyes go to a figure on the beach instantly.Â
Even from this distance, Duke knows: thatâs his human.
He doesnât think before heâs swimming over, pushing himself faster than heâs ever gone before. Itâs low tide, so he canât get as close as he wants and canât reach most of the tide pools at all, but it gets him close enough. Human and merfolk vocal chords are different; he can speak in water, but canât make more than a few hums in air, and humans canât really do anything in water at all.Â
His human is sitting with his knees tucked into his chest on the beach. Heâs hiding in his clothes, a hood pulled over his head, but he looks up when Duke drags himself onto the sand.Â
Duke can see bruises. Dried blood. A stray tear slipping out of his eyes.Â
He wants to ask whatâs happened? But all that comes out is a low crooning noise.Â
His human laughs, a quiet, bitter noise that makes Dukeâs chest tighten uncomfortably. âHey,â he rasps in a low voice. âBeen a while, hasnât it? I hope youâve had a better time than I did.â
Duke canât reach his human. The distance between them isnât great, but itâs too much. Heâs already partially out of the water, hands sinking into the wet sand just out of reach of the waves, and he canât get any farther out. He reaches a hand out, silently pleading for his human to come closer.
The move makes his human soften, some of the hard edge of tension in his body melt away. He gets up and walks into the water, then sits down next to Duke, taking his hand.Â
âI missed you,â he whispers.Â
If they were underwater, Duke would be able to say I missed you too. Donât ever go away so long again. But his human is in no shape to go underwater right now, so Duke presses his hand against his lips and hums lightly.Â
They sit in silence for a moment, and Duke realizes that heâs never been this close to any human before. It doesnât feel dangerous. It feels like relief, to finally have his human in his reach, safe from the rest of the world.Â
He gives him human another moment, then reaches out and carefully pushes his hood back. His human allows it, blinking at him slowly. Without the shadow of the hood, Duke can clearly see the bruise coloring his cheekbone and the cuts going down his temple to his jaw. His split lip is still red with blood, and what little of his throat isnât hidden by his clothes reveals more bruises wrapped around the delicate column of his neck.Â
Duke ghosts his fingers over each of these injuries, hating how easily humans hurt each other. His human leans into the touch despite how it must hurt, something devastating in his expression.Â
Who hurt you comes out as a questioning trill. Somehow, it gets the point across.
âItâs alright,â his human says. âReally. Iâm not even that hurt. Itâs just been a long few months. We never talk much, so you wouldnât know this, but I have to fight a lot of people. Perils of being a hero, you know?â
Duke knows about heroes. More specifically, he knows about mer heroes. Heâs considered being one himself, but the currents shifted and he ended up more a loner, banding with the other rejects of the city to live in the fringes and help only those who wander out too far from the marginally safer waters within.Â
He hasnât heard of any human heroes, but then again, he doesnât know much about humans at all. Nothing beyond the stories all parents tell their children to scare them away from the surface, or the horror stories kids tell each other in the middle of the night when they want to scare each other.
He hums again to let his human know heâs listening. His human has such a nice voice. Why havenât they done this before?Â
Itâs always been a push and pull between them, carefully keeping their distance but always circling back to each other. Duke would let his human swim with him, and his human would let Duke sit safely on the other side of a tide pool, tossing sea shells back and forth between each other.
They donât even know each otherâs names.Â
He wishes, just for a moment, that he could go back in time and do things better. But heâs happy here with his human and he doesnât want to lose this either.
Heâll just have to make the best of what he has. Itâs how heâs always lived after his parents disappeared.
âThis really isnât that bad,â his human says, âIâve taken worse hits before. Itâs just that I couldnât transform before the attack started, so now my human form is bruised too.â
âŚHuman form? The more Duke hears, the more questions he has.Â
Duke hums at a lower octave, placing a hand over his humanâs chest.Â
His human laughs lightly. âYeah, I guess weâve never really talked much about ourselves, did we? Iâm human, donât worry, just not all the time. I⌠actually, I died a few years ago. But I came back partially. So Iâm also half dead still and I can transform into a ghost to fight threats. Iâm a hero called Phantom. Actually, Danny Phantom since I was stupid enough to just give out my first name when I started out. In my defense, my brain was still a little fried.â
There is so much he wants to say to that. He tries, and makes a series of low hums and clicks in the back of his throat, staring at Danny (he finally got his humanâs name!) incredulously.
âI promise Iâm fine,â Danny continues. âIt was just a bit rough. As soon as I get some time to recover, Iâll be good as new! And I really did miss you, you know. Didnât even go home first, just come straight here.â
Thatâs honestly really sweet. Duke hums again, a lighter pitch, and takes hold of Dannyâs wrist and tugs him towards deeper waters.Â
âWhat? You want me to go in?â
Duke nods, already shuffling his way back out of the sand.Â
He expects to look awkward during the process. What he most definitely doesnât expect is for Danny to easily pick him up and walk them both into the ocean.
Listen. Duke is not a small mer. Heâs big. Heâs got a long, heavy tail and wide fins going down his back, his forearms, and the sides of his tail. Itâs a struggle for him to fit into seaweed nests with his friends during the colder seasons, often left to balance on the edge with his tail hanging out. His friends struggle to pull him through the water with his weight. His parents werenât able to hold him much after he started growing.
None of this matters to Danny, who acts as if Duke weights nothing at all.Â
To his great embarrassment, his fins flare in appreciation for Dannyâs strength. He was not expecting a human to be so strong, but Dukeâs not about to lie to himself and say itâs not attractive.Â
He trills to Danny, who laughs again, then falls into the water, taking them both under.Â
Duke doesnât hesitate. He grabs hold of Danny and swims them further out. He stays close to the surface so Danny can rise for air as needed, but he makes no move to leave Dukeâs side even after a few minutes.
He glances back, concerned, when he sees that Danny is watching him with dark eyes, not breathing at all despite being conscious.
Danny holds up a finger and closes his eyes. Two rings of light appear around his waist, then split apart and pass over his body. Instantly, Dannyâs body becomes lighter, as if Dukeâs hand is grasping at a current on the seabed. His hair turns white and his eyes glow from how bright of a green they are, but thereâs something inhuman about his features now, something that makes him look different beyond just physical features.Â
Well. Danny did say he could transform.
Now that theyâre underwater, Duke can finally speak. The first thing he asks is, âWhat was that?â
Danny grins at him. âThat,â he says, speaking with ease as if heâs not underwater at all, âwas my transformation. And this is my ghost form. Quite the look, isnât it?â
âYou can talk down here?! Also, hi, my nameâs Duke. Since I never introduced myself.â
âGhosts can do a lot of things,â Danny answers with a cheeky grin. âItâs nice to finally know your name. Iâve been calling you glowfish in my head this whole time.â
âGlowfish?â
âYeah. Because you, you know,â Danny gestures vaguely at him, âGlow.â
Duke glances down at his back fins, which are indeed glowing. They flare a bit from embarrassment, which just makes the dots of light lining the fins more visible. He doesnât glow a lot, keeping a tight hold of that ability, but sometimes it comes out anyways when heâs feeling especially happy.
And apparently, heâs always very happy around Danny.Â
Itâs a good thing Danny doesnât know what that means, because if anyone of his friends found out, theyâd laugh at how obvious heâs being. Drawbacks of being somewhat bioluminescent: anyone familiar with mers who have this feature know exactly what the glow means.Â
âRight,â he says just a beat too late. âWell, now that we know each otherâs names, can you tell me how you really feel? Those injuries didnât look too good.â
âItâs fine, really! I take harder hits all the time.â
âThat doesnât mean it doesnât hurt.â
Danny doesnât answer for a long moment, then sighs. âYeah. It still hurts.â
âStay with me for tonight,â he says. âYouâll be safe. You can rest and heal and Iâll keep you safe from anything that comes looking for you.â
âYou donât have toââ
âI want to.â
Danny doesnât put up much of a fight. He must be exhausted. âYeah, alright. Take me away, Duke. You know, this is like those stories about sirens luring sailors down into the depths.â
âWell, I am a siren.â
âWait, really?â
âYeah. I take after my mom. Sheâs the one who taught me how to sing.â
âI guess itâs a good thing weâre friends so I donât have to worry about being dragged down to my watery death.â
Duke snorts. âGood thing youâre already a ghost then. Not much I can do to you down here.â
He swims down, heading towards a small cavern in a sea rock that heâs claimed as his own, leading Danny into it. The light from his fins illuminates the entrance and the rocks within, a narrow passage that goes in for a few meters before opening up into a larger space full of carefully tended to seaweed and starfish decorating the walls.Â
Thereâs a nook tucked away in the back wall where heâs set up a seaweed bed, the plant braided together into something more solid. Itâs big enough to fit his tail, which means itâs big enough for him and Danny.Â
âHere,â he says, helping Danny down. âGet some sleep. Then you can tell me about what happened in the morning and weâll take it from there.â
âIâm glad youâre here Duke,â Danny whispers, curling up on his side. He holds Dukeâs hand, twining their fingers together, and itâs as nice as it is strange to feel how cold Danny is in this form when he was so warm as a human.Â
âIâll always be here for you. You just need to come back to me.â
Danny hums, but doesnât answer. Itâs alright; Dukeâs used to his loved ones leaving. He knows he canât make them stay. All he can do is hope they return one day.
Itâs been a long time since heâs had anyone in his home. Thereâs a communal cave where his friends stay that he visits when he gets lonely, but this place used to be for his family. Now itâs just him.
Him and Danny.Â
The last time there was song in these walls, his mother was still around, singing him lullabies.Â
Looking down at Danny, curled up and so strangely fragile looking, Duke feels the song build up in his chest. It slips out in low, soft notes, an old melody passed down through generations of their family.Â
He sings Danny to sleep.
He sings and sings and sings until all his nightmares are soothed and dawn is almost upon them.Â
Itâs all he can do, so Duke sings and hopes itâs enough to keep Danny close to him for just a little longer.
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did i already share it? well ill share it again ig
dazai after oda's death wandering around yokohama, a mess becuz someone so precious to him died, unable to understand the very human feelings he's feeling, perhaps feeling something so strongly for someone for the first time (at least whilst being aware that he is)
its night time now and he's crumpled up in some alley way not knowing what to do or how to process anything when someone calls out to him
he ignores it
they come near him
he reaches for his gun, angry at being approached by who ever the fuck-
"are you okay?" the voice asks, and dazai's so caught off guard even tho he shouldnt be - there r only two ppl after all - ppl who dont care and ppl who ask if ur okay to pretend that they do
oda was always an exception
he thinks he says fine and that should be the end of it and it is becuz the voice leaves and dazai tries to go back to breathing
except it comes back a while later with the familiar rustle of plastic bags and suddenly someone's in front of him, not touching, but close enough dazai cant ignore him, his hand tightens on his gun
"you look like you havent eaten" and in front of him, in a plastic bag, riceballs, water, and napkins
he stares
"you're well dressed" the voice says "so you probably have somewhere to go to" he doesnt "but you look hurt, covered in blood. if it was one of my students i would want someone to help them"
when dazai looks up the person in front of him doesn't look older than him
he's got long blond hair tied up, glasses, dressed in a black button up, a tan coat, and a stern look on his face
"i dont" dazai says even though he doesnt know why he's telling this strange man anything - but its true he has no where to go (chuuya's? but something stopped him before he could; ango's? that... if ango had been here... maybe oda wouldn't have-)
"dont what" dazai doesn't reply but the man seems to understand - his face falters for a second
"youngins these days, they never plan out anything. why would you spend money on expensive looking clothes and not rent out a place? my first priority was an apartment! i bought non necessary clothes after" the man scolds gesturing to his coat, dazai wants to reach for his gun again "whatever, you can stay with me for the night - i have a spare couch! this is a one time thing though! you better rent out a hotel room tomorrow!"
dazai stares at him in surprise, at his offer, his contradictory tone, voice, and words or simply the fact that someone can show such... kindness - dazai isnt sure
he doesn't remember agreeing - but he must have
must have agreed and followed the man back to his apartment, must have cleaned up the blood (odaodaoda) in his bathroom, must have eaten his food, drank his water and fallen asleep on his couch because thats where he is in the morning
its still dark out when dazai wakes up in an unfamiliar place and remembers the man
he has a feeling that the man will scold him for not immediately finding a place but let him stay for longer, but he cant stand to be here any longer
he needs to leave
go far far away from oda, the mafia, this man who showed him kindness for no reason as if oda was still here watching, making sure - he needs to go
there's only a brief hesitation when he sees the man's coat, so familiar to the one oda wears, hanging by the door, easy to grab and leave
he doesn't feel guilt when he takes it with him
he thinks of the man a few times here and there in the two years he spends wandering, waiting
he meets him again eventually, walking into the ada office with a fake backstory - he's there with the person he was told was the boss
when he looks over his eyes linger on the coat, a touch of something but not recognition
this is fine with dazai who puts on his best happy mask
"hey there! i'm here for a job interview! my name's dazai"
"Ah yes. My name is Fukuzawa, I am the president of the Agency. This is one of my employees, your future coworker if it all works out, Kunikida"
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I keep thinking about how on earth they would canonize ggy bc like. at this point if they have to sacrifice Gregory screentime of just him to make something we already know actually canon, I would rather just take the screentime, but on the other hand they have to canonize it if they want to do anything at all with that plotline, and that makes me wonder if theyll stick with it as canon in the games at all or just leave it as background knowledge if u read the book đ
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the school arc to me is so good because it drags ciel out of his position as a powerful figure and literally places him in the shoes of the person he could have been. the circus arc ALSO drags him out of his position as big bad queens watch dog/head of the phantomhive estate but the school arc feels like a mockery of a future that never was. this is what he could have been had his parents not died. and even then its NOT because he will never be that kid.
he never was.
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boo *exu calamity auâs your bad kids*
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i feel like if i wrote poetry no one would like it bc it would relate w such a specific/small group of ppl . idk it scares me somewhat bc what if i rly put effort into writing smth and then instead of relation i find isolation . like what if i put a lot of effort into writing smth and then like 2 ppl read it and go "...ok ://"
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