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rk800-is-hot-change-my-mind · 1 year

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Beg for Permission

Relationship: Gavin Reed/Nines (RK900)

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Content Warnings: Nonbinary Upgraded Connor | RK900, Dirty Talk, Bladder Control, Watersports, Wetting, reed900’s piss kink, Dom Nines, Sub Gavin, that’s right Gavin pisses himself again, I just can’t help myself, Ass-Eating, Spit as Lube, but it’s android spit so it’s fine, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Wall Sex, Cum Eating, Aftercare

Summary: Gavin has to ask Nines first every time he wants to use the bathroom while Nines, for whatever reason, just will not stop bringing him refreshments. It’s almost like his partner wants him to piss himself, but surely they would never plan for something like that to happen!

A/N: Nonbinary Nines returns! They use they/them pronouns, and words used for their sex characteristics are: cock and dick (kind of an underwhelming reveal but trust me they fuck for a WHILE)

Word Count: 2,352

AO3

Gavin’s car beeped as he and Nines crossed the DPD parking lot. For once, Gavin was in a chipper mood, because Nines had bought him a large order of his favorite coffee on the way to work, and he knew exactly what that meant: today was a holding day.

He was already somewhat worked up, trying to mask his blush and giddy smile to seem like his usually cynical, bored self. Plopping down in his chair, Gavin turned on his terminal and got to work.

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As the day progressed, Nines brought Gavin coffee after coffee accompanied by water after water, excusing the excessive number of drinks as simply feeding their partner’s caffeine addiction and keeping him hydrated.

Two hours and three cups of each drink later, Gavin started to feel the effects of having so much fluid in his system. He shifted in place, trying to relieve the slight pressure of his filling bladder, and pulled out his phone to text Nines (a requirement of holding days).

gav > can i pls piss

gav > i really gotta go

tin can > No.

Gavin felt a rush go through him, smiling down at his lover’s response before getting back to work.

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After another three hours and four cups of water, Gavin had his legs crossed under his desk, teeth gritted and thighs clenched as his belt cut into his now-swollen bladder. He was half-hard and unable to focus on anything other than holding in the torrent he knew was on its way.

gav > my hands are shaking like crazy

gav > 9s idk if i can do this

tin can > You can, and you will.

gav > kinky bastard

tin can > You seem to forget that, although this was initially my idea, it took absolutely no convincing to get you on board.

gav > can i pleaseeee just go??

tin can > No.

A few heads turned his way, having heard Gavin’s groan of frustration. Downing his last cup of water, he masked the noise as his usual hatred of paperwork. All Gavin could do was try to look busy, typing different variations of, “i am soooo working and definitely dont HATE MY PARTNER >:((,” before looking up to see Nines glaring at him, who evidently saw it on their shared document.

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Half an hour of passive aggressive to downright slanderous comments on their documents had passed when Gavin’s phone buzzed with a new message from the main antagonist of his life (also known as Nines).

tin can > You know, insulting me isn’t going to get you to the bathroom any sooner.

gav > ughhhh youre the worst

tin can > That’s no better.

gav > yk maybe i wouldnt be so rude if you would just let me go piss

gav > i feel like im gonna explode

tin can > Quit being dramatic; you’re fine. You can hold it.

Gavin put his phone back on his desk, drumming his fingers and trying his hardest to keep the floodgates shut and locked.

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Ten minutes passed, and he’d continued his efforts to hold everything in, but to no avail. Suddenly, Gavin felt a few drops leak out of his fully hardened dick, finally having reached his limit. He squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his thighs together and willing it to stop, and luckily it did. Soon, though, hopes and prayers wouldn’t be able to tide him over.

gav > 9s i swear to god i will piss myself RIGHT HERE if you dont let me go NOW

tin can > Fine. I suppose I wouldn’t want you making a mess of yourself.

tin can > Not here, anyway.

Somewhat relieved, Gavin turned his chair to get up. His phone buzzed again.

tin can > Did I say you could leave?

With a huff, Gavin sat back down. Ignoring his glare, Nines came around to Gavin’s side of their shared desk and sat on the edge.

“Gavin, you don’t look so well,” Nines said, feigning concern.

“I wonder why,” Gavin muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes.

“I think it’s in your best interest to leave early. Here, I’ll drive you home,” Nines suggested (though Gavin could tell it wasn’t a choice).

The second he stood, however, he felt his cock dribble, wetting the front of his boxers; he immediately sat back down. His face must’ve turned beet red, because Nines’ look softened and they helped him up to his feet, slinging one of his arms over their shoulder for support and walking him slowly out of the precinct.

To Gavin’s surprise, instead of going to his car, Nines steered him to the back-alley behind the precinct, just out of sight from prying eyes. As they rounded the corner to their final destination, Gavin doubled over, holding his groin and groaning as his bladder spasmed and ached for release.

“Ni-i-i-i-nes,” the detective croaked.

“I know, my love, just a bit longer for me,” Nines cooed. “You’re doing so well.”

In a blink, Nines pushed Gavin against the wall next to them and pressed their lips to his. He was trapped between them and the hard surface to his back, his hips held in place by his partner’s large hands and his bladder groaning as Nines ground into him, their height putting their cock right against it.

“Ha-a-ah-” Gavin gasped, putting every fiber of his being into keeping everything inside him. It was incredibly difficult to focus with Nines shoving their tongue into his mouth, stealing the air from his lungs; another roll of their hips coaxed a few more drops out of him, finally dampening his jeans. The android must’ve heard the whimper he let out, because they instantly started palming at his very prominent bulge, squeezing it as they felt a small leak soak through and moaning softly into his mouth before pulling away to let Gavin breathe.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to go,” Nines scolded.

“I-I’m sorry,” their boyfriend stammered, furrowing his brow with the effort it took to stop.

Nines stared down at him for a moment, most likely considering his punishment. One moment, they had him firmly in place with his back to the wall, and the next, Gavin’s face was squished against it, his legs kicked apart and his ass pushed out against Nines’ pelvis. The surprise of it all forced another spurt of piss out of him, and Gavin whimpered again. His partner took a moment just to feel him, running their hands up his chest, squeezing his tits, and pinching his nipples before moving down his sides to his waist. Nines brought them around to press on his swollen bladder, reveling in the moans they pulled out of him, all before unbuckling his belt and slipping the button out of his jeans, bucking their hips into his ass at the sigh of relief he let out.

Putting an end to the teasing, the android hooked the long fingers of one hand under the waistband of Gavin’s jeans and circled those of the other hand around the base of his cock to keep him from letting go – in any capacity – before he was allowed to. When it was clear Gavin wouldn’t lose control any time soon, Nines slowly pulled his pants to his ankles and dropped to their knees with them, groaning at the sight of their boyfriend’s plush ass. A yelp turned into a whine as Gavin felt sharp teeth sink into it.

Cutting right to the chase, Nines licked a long stripe from his taint up over his hole, which was fluttering with the effort of holding. Gavin let out a loud groan as they pushed their long tongue past the ring of tight muscle, thrusting in and out to lubricate the area with their artificial saliva. The android soon thrust a finger in with their tongue to little resistance, probing for his sweet spot and finding it almost immediately, before pushing in a second and scissoring the digits to stretch Gavin out. By the third finger, he was whining for Nines to hurry up, but his pleads fell on deaf ears. After all, they needed to make as much room as possible for their dick; even with the prep, it would inevitably be just a little bit too big.

Gavin was nothing but a squirming mess, just barely grasping what little dignity he had left, panting with the effort of holding for this long. All of a sudden, Nines stopped and stood up behind him, still clasping the base of his length.

“I’m going to let go of your dick now, and you’re going to continue to hold it. We wouldn’t want you wetting yourself, now would we?” Nines whispered in his ear.

A sob racked Gavin’s body. “I don’t know if I can…”

“You can, and you will,” Nines responded sternly. Then, softer, “Color?”

“G-green,” Gavin stuttered. Nines simply responded with a kiss to the cheek and got to work unbuckling their belt and unbuttoning their pants.

Unlike Connor, who wore underwear as a courtesy in case he somehow got pantsed during an investigation, Nines had a complete disregard for basic public decency. This proved incredibly convenient for their and Gavin’s very healthy sex life, just one less layer for them to remove when they were in the mood. The human knew better than to turn around when he heard the slick sounds of Nines stroking themself to full mast, despite his curiosity; it’d only put more pressure on his bladder, and that was the last thing he needed.

The sound stopped, and Gavin felt the moist head of the android’s cock rub over his aching hole, slowly rocking the tip in and out. Fucking tease. After a few more passes, they finally pushed fully into him at a torturously slow pace until they bottomed out. Gavin’s rasped groans echoed through the alley as he took every inch, wincing when they pressed against his bladder from the inside. Nines let out soft moans in time with their boyfriend’s clenches, allowing him to adjust to their size.

Within seconds, Nines’ patience ran out, and they began to slam into Gavin with no remorse. Taking enough force to bruise, another sob racked his body. His partner was strategically hitting his bladder with every thrust, and he wasn’t going to make it much longer.

“Please, Nines, can I please piss? I’ll be so good, I promise, just please let me piss!” Gavin begged them.

“Just a little longer, my love,” Nines promised.

When the android ran a large hand from their boyfriend’s hip to lay over his bladder and pressed, Gavin’s control began to slip. He sprung a leak, piss running down his length in a slow stream, soaking into his boxers and the crotch of his jeans beneath him. Nines noticed almost immediately, and promptly punished him with a hard slap to the ass. In shock from the blow, the human let out a full spurt, which hit the brick wall in front of him.

“Please!” Gavin sobbed.

“Alright, you can let go, baby. You know I can’t resist when you beg,” Nines cooed, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. They adjusted their aim to hit his prostate directly at an inhuman pace, and Gavin was done for.

Finally, finally, he could release, and so he did. Gavin started pissing full-force, letting out a long, drawn-out groan with the satisfaction of both emptying his bladder and Nines pushing hard into his sweet spot. His cock bobbed with every thrust, rhythmically spraying onto the lower half of his shirt, splattering against the wall, soaking the cuffs of his jeans, showering over his shoes, and coming back again.

“God, I fucking love your pretty noises, and the smell- drives my olfactory sensors wild, honey,” Nines groaned. “Shit, do you even know the things you do to me? Dear god, you’re so fucking good, love you so much- unh, Gavin!”

Nines swearing and moaning was just about the hottest thing Gavin ever heard. When his bladder was finally empty, the human was completely enveloped in pleasure. Pre was dripping down his dick into his underwear, and he was so close to cumming; all he needed was permission.

“Mmph, love you and your cock! Ohh, fuck, Nines! Can I cum? Please, god, can I cum? Need it so fucking bad!”

“Go ahead baby, you’ve been so good for me,” Nines moaned.

A deep groan echoed throughout the alley as Gavin came, the fluid hitting the wall and falling into the puddle of piss below, his hole spasming around the android’s length. Nines pressed flush against him and came deep inside him with a grunt, an arm wrapped around him and a hand on his hip squeezing with a bruising grip.

Gavin could feel their hot breath against his shoulder as his lover turned on their internal fans so as not to overheat. When the two finally came down, Nines pulled out; Gavin could feel their synthetic cum dripping down his thighs. Two fingers dragged across his leaking entrance, and he looked back in time to catch the android sucking their fingers clean, his cock twitching weakly at the sight. Gavin pulled up his jeans and underwear in an unnecessary attempt at modesty.

“Oh, goddamn it,” Gavin mumbled, having forgotten about the cum and piss that soaked the wall until he turned around and leaned against it.

“It’s not like that’s going to make you any more of a mess than you already are, dear,” Nines chuckled, an amused look on their face.

“Shit, I am kinda gross, aren’t I?” Gavin noticed.

“Don’t worry, I planned for this,” they assured. After helping their boyfriend out of his clothes, the android pulled a sealed bag from a conveniently placed cardboard box nearby, taking a pack of wet wipes out for Gavin’s sticky skin. They tenderly wiped him down, then pulled out a soft change of clothes for him to put on, offering their arm to keep him steady.

Once Gavin was ready to leave, Nines draped their jacket and an arm gently over his shoulders and walked him to their car, holding him close and making sure he knew just how much they loved him.

A/N: This was a fun one! It’s been a month in the making and I’m very happy to have it finished.

#this one was a lot of fun to write #and lovingly referred to as “the alley fic” on the big bang server #reed900 #gavin reed #rk900 #nines dbh #detroit: become human #smut in big bodacious bunches #omorashi #piss kink

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kitsunefaux · 9 months

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga), Yu-Gi-Oh! - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakura Ryou & Thief King Bakura, Bakura Ryou/Thief King Bakura Characters: Bakura Ryou, Thief King Bakura Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, (FaeU), Gemshipping, Queerplatonic relationship, Wingfic, fae!Ryou, human!TKB, at least at first, Kidnapping, Magical Compulsion/Mind Control, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Power Imbalance, Possessive Behavior, Creative License: European Folklore, Fae & Fairies, Swan Maiden, Reverse Swan Maiden Story, as in a fae kidnaps a guy and turns him into a swan, Ryou is just a weird little fellow, with a bit of trauma, Oops, A bit of Psychological Horror, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD Summary:

Bakura meets a strange man in the forest who transforms his world. Literally.

#ao3 #ao3 fanfic #yugioh fanfiction #ryou bakura #thief king bakura #gemshipping #amane bakura #chapter six #chapter update #this one was a lot of fun to write #fae au #wingfic

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fruit-teeth · 1 year

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Chronicles of Love and War (chapter 20)

Olivia lingered by the dollhouse near the window sill of her room, fiddling with her plush cat. She felt sick, but didn’t know why - ever since she and her mother had returned home, she was suddenly feeling off. Her body felt tired, her mind felt like it was filled with cotton, and her insides felt weird and unpleasant. She realized she was worried, but she couldn't define what about.

It was getting late, anyhow. Olivia climbed back into bed, seeking to sleep while her mother listened to the radio in the room next door. In an exhausted attempt to relieve her headache, she pressed her face into the pillows. As she fell asleep, she couldn't stop thinking about Lucy's powers or the facts of her father's death.

The next Olivia knew, she was sitting at a long table. She didn’t recognize the room, but she did feel as though someone she knew was around. She was unsure of how she sensed that, but she didn’t have time to ask questions as a door to her left suddenly flew open.

Olivia carefully rose out of the chair, making her way to the doorway and peering inside. There, she was met with a horrifying sight: a version of her father lay on the floor, covered in rats. But it wasn’t really him - it was more like a mannequin, though it had his face and wore his clothing. The dummy was surrounded by rats, which savaged it and tore off pieces of its body with their yellow fangs.

Olivia could do nothing for a moment but stare, until she managed to snap herself out of it. She ran towards the rats, shouting, “Stop! Go away!”

The rats dispersed and proceeded to retreat, but she realized that they were clothed in the Classic Team’s uniforms. They scuttled to the shadows, staring at her with their beady eyes.

Her heart beating quickly, Olivia looked down at the mannequin. With shaky hands, she picked up its head, looking down into the face of her father.

“Olivia, that's not me," came his familiar voice, though it did not come from the head, but from behind her.

Olivia whirled around, but she saw no one. After a long, terrifying silence, she called back, “Daddy? Where are you?”

No response. When Olivia turned back to look at the head and realized it wasn't her father's any longer, her heart leaped in her throat. Instead, she was staring down into her own face.

Shrieking, she dropped the head and tried to run, but someone was standing right behind her. Lucy stood there, but she looked different. Her hair was no longer braided and was hanging loosely about her face like jungle vines. Her eyes were blank and black, as they had been during the playground incident.

Olivia took a few steps back, heart beating wildly. “Lucy?” she asked, voice trembling.

Lucy said nothing. Instead, she raised up her hand and grabbed Olivia by her hair, yanking her closer. As Olivia cried out and tried to fight her off, she could see the beady eyes of the rats again, slowly creeping closer.

The sound of the radiator thumping brought Olivia back to reality, and back to her bed. She gasped out loud, desperate to forget what she had witnessed in her nightmare.

But she soon understood that there was no way she could forget. No amount of cheerful thoughts or cuddling with plush animals could drive the worry away from her. Hearing the sound of her mother’s radio in the bedroom down the hall, Olivia climbed out of bed and headed for there.

Helen sat in her bedroom by the radio, reading a new book while the radio played show music from an old musical. The door creaked open, and she glanced up to see Olivia standing there.

“Olivia?” Helen set the book to the side, rising from her chair with concern. “Why are you up? What is it?”

Olivia couldn’t find her words at first, but soon, she went straight to her mother’s arms and climbed into them. The moment she smelled her mother’s perfume and felt her warm arms scoop her up, she instantly burst into sobs.

“Darling…what’s the matter?” Helen questioned, heart aching for her child. She eased back down into her chair, cradling her weeping daughter all the while.

Olivia sobbed inconsolably for almost a minute before she could begin speaking. “It was a dumb nightmare,” she sniffed, feeling some shreds of embarrassment at how upset she’d gotten over it. “It was stupid…stupid!”

Helen hummed gently. “I see…” she pulled a handkerchief from the nightstand and wiped the girl’s tears with a light hand. “Would you like to tell me about it?”

“I don’t…” Olivia trailed off, thinking. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then opened them again, looking up at her mother. “Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Is…is it true that Daddy got killed by those people he worked with?”

Helen froze, staring down into Olivia’s face for a moment. “Oh…who told you?”

Olivia wiped at her eyes, taking a long breath. “Solly did, at the base,”

Helen pursed her lips together. “Of course he did…” she sighed, carefully pushing Olivia's hair out of her face to get a better look at her. “Yes, dear, they were the ones who killed him. I’m sorry, we should have told you what happened sooner - is that what’s upset you so terribly?”

“Well…” Olivia got quiet for a few seconds, trying to verbalize what she was feeling. “Yeah - kinda…” she swallowed, trying to get better control over her breathing. “Lucy would ever turn on me like that…right?”

Helen paused, feeling a wave of concern begin to rise in her. “...I don’t believe she would. What makes you think that?”

“I dunno…it was in my nightmare…” Olivia replied softly. “She’s so fun and a good friend, but…if I made her mad, would she–?”

“Darling,” Helen stopped her, placing a hand on her cheek. “You are not your father, and Lucy has no reason to ever betray you. You’re her friend, aren’t you?”

“Of course,” Olivia nodded, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. “She’s my best friend!”

Helen nodded, and she pulled a tissue from a box on the makeup desk to wipe Olivia’s tears with it. “If she is your best friend, that means trust between the two of you is important. I realize how the past may make it easy to mistrust others, but if there is one thing I have learned, it is that the past does not always dictate the future. Do you understand?”

Olivia thought these words over, before she nodded. “Yeah,” she agreed, already feeling a little better. She pressed her face into her mother’s shoulder and murmured, “I wanna go back to bed…”

Helen smiled gently, her hand coming to run her fingers through Olivia’s short hair. “All right, then…” she stood up carefully, holding Olivia in her arms and carrying her back to her room. “Would you like to read something with me?”

Olivia cuddled into her mother’s warmth, feeling safe again, and she nodded. “Yes, I’d like that.”

At that same moment, Heavy and Medic approached the Kindred Soul Medical Clinic. While Heavy drove, Medic followed a map, giving directions so they could easily find the establishment.

Once they arrived to the building, they took a moment to just observe the place.

“Why have I never heard of this place before?” Medic murmured, confused. “I keep a record of surrounding hospitals in this area, and not once have I ever even heard of this one.”

Heavy looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Why you keep record of such things?”

Medic waved him off, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Well, you never know what kinds of organs these types of hospitals will just throw away! It’s quite fascinating how easy it is to obtain kidneys…”

Heavy couldn’t help but laugh a little, stepping out of the car. “Of course…”

As the two men approached the hospital, Medic gestured to the large black bag he was carrying. “I do not think I will need much of what I brought in here, but…just in case, I am bringing it. This could be a very easy process, we will have to see.”

“What do you plan to do?” Heavy wanted to know.

“Well…” Medic took a long breath. “I suspect that drugs and chemicals are what is keeping him unconscious. Fred's consciousness should be restored as soon as the IV tubes transferring the medications into his system are removed.”

Heavy nodded, taking this in for a moment before asking, “And how long will this take?”

“I’m…not sure,” Medic admitted. “At least an hour, but since he’s been comatose for God knows how long…it could take much longer.”

The two entered the building, which was strangely quiet for a hospital. A tired-looking man sat at the front desk, and when he noticed the two men, he asked, “Are you with the audit people?”

Heavy blinked in confusion at the question, but Medic just answered, “No, we are not. We are looking for the basement room, where can we find it?”

“The basement room?” The man repeated, confused. “Hospital personnel are the only ones allowed down there unless it’s an emergency.”

“It is emergency,” Heavy grunted. He started contemplating if it would be worth it to knock this man out somehow, or if that would be too risky.

As it turned out, though, he did not need to. “Oh, hospital personnel? That’s me!” Medic affirmed. “I have simply just not been down to the basement yet…could you direct me there?”

“You work here?” The man asked, squinting at Medic. “Are you a doctor? Can I see some ID?”

Medic put a hand to his chest in exaggerated offense. “ID!? How dare you! His hips and joints look and feel like raw bacon, and he has shattered kneecaps from a motorcycle accident! And because of an ID card, you sit there behind your desk on your high horse, preventing me from being by his side!? I thought this was a hospital, not a prison! Why, I don’t imagine that—“

“Fine!” The man interrupted him, annoyed. He pointed down the hallway to the elevator. “Just take the elevator and stop talking to me!”

“Thank you!” Medic chirped, turning quickly on his heel towards the elevator.

Heavy followed him, and once they were inside the elevator, he snickered. “Doktor…how you do this so easy?”

Medic waved him off with a light laugh. “Oh, please. Why let Spy have all the fun when it comes to trickery?”

Heavy observed Medic’s smile for a moment, before leaning in and planting a gentle kiss to his cheek. Medic blinked, then giggled softly, reaching up to stroke his lover's broad jaw.

The elevator doors opened, and the two stepped out. Medic paused for a moment, thinking. “Forty-two…forty-two…yes, I believe that was the room number Engineer said.”

He gestured for Heavy to follow, and they headed down the hallway. Soon, they made it to Room 42, and Medic knocked on the door.

Engineer answered, visibly relieved. “Oh, thank the lord you’re here! I’ve had to hide in that closet twice already,” he pointed to a small, dingy closet that was in the corner of the room. “A nurse popped in both times…I dunno what she was doin’ though. I’m freaked out about this place, I don’t got a dang clue what they’re doing!”

Medic moved past Engineer, coming to stand at the foot of Fred’s bed. “Guter Gott im Himmel…” he muttered, observing Fred’s appearance. “He looks half-dead. Has he made any movements at all?”

“Only a couple eye twitches,” Dell replied, sitting back down at the edge of the bed. “His heart rate stays the same, though.”

Medic poked at the IV bag attached to Fred, observing it in thought. Heavy approached from behind, staring at the wires and tubes before shifting his gaze to Fred’s face.

“Must be difficult for you,” Heavy said finally, looking to Engie. “Seeing your father like this…”

“Oh - uh…yeah,” Engineer nodded, meeting his gaze. “Yeah, I mean — no one wants to see their pa like this, right? And…Y’know, I kinda accepted the fact that he died, but now…I gotta deal with this all over again. I dunno…it’s not a normal thing…”

Heavy reached over, carefully placing his broad palm on Engineer’s shoulder. “I know. But he will wake…everything will be all right. Yes?”

Engineer looked back down at his father’s face, feeling that old familiar pain creep in. “Yeah,” he replied. “Yeah…I hope so.”

Medic said nothing for a long moment. Finally, he reached over and pulled the IV out of Fred’s arm. “Let’s see what happens when I do this!”

Engineer jolted, dashing over to where Medic stood. “Hey, hey, hey! You sure about that!?”

“Of course I’m sure!” Medic affirmed. He reached into his bag and pulled out a patch, which he used to clean up the fluid. “This will stop the flow of sedatives. Now, all we do is wait for it to cycle out of his system enough, and then I will awaken him with…this!” He pulled out a strange vial from his bag, one which was filled with a pink liquid.

“What is that?” Engineer wanted to know, panicked.

“I don’t quite remember, but it woke Soldier up from a coma once!” Medic replied with a shrug.

Engie grit his teeth, uneasy. “All right…ugh, this is freakin’ me out…”

Heavy patted his shoulder again, hoping to reassure him. “Everything will be fine. Doktor will sort it out.”

For well over an hour, Medic monitored Fred as he drained him of the sleeping drugs that were in his system. Heavy and Engineer stood near the bed, with Heavy watching the door to make sure no nurses or doctors tried to slip in.

It got to be close to midnight. Dell was drowsy as he perched on the edge of his father's bed, but he forced his eyelids open to stay awake. He grasped his water bottle, anxiously slurping down a mouthful of water in the hopes that it would liven him up. But just then, he heard something odd behind him: a throaty grunting noise, which he thought was coming from Medic at first. However, when he glanced over and noticed Fred’s thumb twitch, he nearly dropped the water bottle in alarm.

“Its working,” Medic announced, pleased as he stepped back to observe.

“Pa!” Dell exclaimed, moving closer to Fred and patting his cheek with his organic hand. “Oh, my god - are you waking up? Please, wake up,”

Fred’s eyelids moved, his mouth twitched, and finally, his eyes opened. He blinked, trying to adjust to the light of the room, and he murmured something Dell could not understand.

“What?” Dell prompted, taking his father by the hand and leaning in closer. “What’d you say?”

“I’m thirsty,” Fred managed, his voice cracking a little. Dell instantly grabbed the water bottle and helped his father sit up, allowing him to sip from it.

Once his thirst had been quenched, Fred took a few deep breaths, before he fully noticed his son’s presence. “Dell?” he asked, blinking away the fatigue as his mind finally returned to that of the waking world. “Is…is that you?”

“Yeah,” Dell sniffed, and he nodded, pulling Fred into his arms for a hug, the first one they’d shared in a long time. “I thought I lost you forever…”

Fred hugged him back, slowly regaining the strength in his muscles to do so. “Lost me? Dell– what happened? I don’t remember…” he trailed off, glancing over his shoulder and seeing Medic standing there. Instantly, he drew back from Dell in alarm, attempting to scramble away from Medic. “Oh, hell no! What’s going on here!?”

“Oh, relax!” Medic sighed in annoyance at the reaction. “I just helped you wake up from your nearly year-long coma, and this is the thanks I get?”

Fred looked all around the room, panicking. “Where the hell am I? Coma!? What happened?”

“It’s a long story - we’re gonna fill you in, though!” Dell assured him, patting his arm. “Now…I’m takin’ you with me. I dunno what the deal with this hospital is, but–”

“My legs!” Fred gasped suddenly, ripping back his blanket. Sure enough, robotic legs were both missing. “Where are my legs!?”

“Oh– god, I dunno!” Dell winced, glancing around the room. “Did a nurse take ‘em?’

“How the hell am I supposed to know that!?” Fred barked.

Heavy knelt down and checked under the bed, and he reached underneath it. “This, you mean?” he pulled out a mechanical contraption and showed it to Fred.

Fred desperately reached for it. “Yeah, yeah, that’s it! Give it!”

Heavy handed the prosthetics to Fred, who fitted it onto himself right away. He skillfully positioned the device on his own torso, but Dell halted him, saying, "It's awfully dusty. You sure you don't want me to wipe it down for you first?"

“Don’t worry,” Fred grunted, and with some effort, he managed to flex his mechanical limbs, and he sighed with relief. “Oh, thank the lord. Still works…”

Dell slowly helped him out of bed, assisting him in standing on his feet. Fred walked a few steps, stumbling, but he managed to regain his balance. Soon, he’d adjusted to walking normally, and his demeanor appeared to relax.

“Good!” Medic clapped his hands together, relieved. “Now that we have this settled, we can–”

“Oh, no ya don’t!” Fred cut him off, casting a glare towards Medic. “Now that I’m awake and on my good ol’ legs again, you better tell me what the hell’s going on!”

Before Medic could answer, the door suddenly opened. All eyes turned to the doorway, where a balding man in a lab coat stood. His nametag read, ‘DR. HANDY’.

“You, there!” he pointed to Medic, glaring at him. “Were you the one who snuck in, pretending to be a doctor here!? And just what did you give this patient to wake him up? You are not authorized to do such a thing!”

Medic stepped forward, putting his hands up defensively. “Now, now - what does it truly mean to be ‘authorized’ to bring a comatose patient out of their coma? Because, in my opinion, it is rather elitist to dismiss basic human connection on the grounds of a hospital's standards, isn’t it? Outrageous!”

Dr. Handy stared at Medic for several seconds, before he pulled out a walkie-talkie. “Nope. I’m calling security, asshole.”

Then, all of a sudden, Heavy pounced on the man, sweeping him up and tossing him out of the room as if he weighed nothing. Dr. Handy was flung across the hallway, where he crashed into a trashcan with a loud yell.

“Quick! We gotta go, now!” Engineer exclaimed, grabbing Fred by the arm and rushing out of the room with him. Medic and Heavy followed after them, with Medic grabbing his bag on the way out.

Dr. Handy groaned, recovering from being flung into the garbage as the four men ran past him down the hall. “Hey…hey!” he snapped, struggling to his feet and pressing a button on his walkie talkie. “Security! Come right away, I need some help!”

The group of four crowded into an elevator, catching their breaths as the doors closed.

“Should have taken stairs,” Heavy grumbled. “What if they catch up to us?”

“You kiddin’?” Fred scoffed. “I just got my legs back, you really think I’m gonna subject myself to walkin’ up flights of stairs?”

Medic gestured to Heavy. “He could carry you, he’s quite good at it.”

As the elevator doors separated to show the first floor, the four sprinted past bewildered nurses and other custodians to the front doors. Once out in the parking lot, Engineer paused to search for his car.

“Where’d I park, where’d I park…ah!” he pointed to his truck and grabbed his father’s hand again. “This way, Pa!”

Fred stumbled along, his mechanical joints clicking. “Slow down, slow down!”

“We’ll meet you at the nearest gas station!” Medic called out to Dell, hopping into his own vehicle. Heavy joined him and got behind the wheel, starting the car up.

It took a good few minutes of finally being on the road again with his father beside him for Dell to finally unwind. He caught his breath, and before he even knew what was happing, he began hysterically laughing.

Fred wiped at his brow, glancing over at his son with confusion and concern. “What? What is it?”

Dell took a moment to relax, a light smile on his lips as he rolled his shoulders a few times. “I ain’t ever felt so alive,” he gasped. There was a pause, before he reached over and gave Fred’s hand a squeeze.

There were no words exchanged for a long moment as Fred held his son’s hand in return, silence filling the truck. Finally, Fred spoke up: “So! You gonna tell me what the hell’s been happening since I’ve been in a dead sleep?”

“Oh!” Dell shook himself, clearing his throat. “Uh…yeah…better strap in before I tell you, quite a lot’s happened…”

#WHOOOO here we go #this one was a lot of fun to write #tf2 #tf2 fanfic #my writing #tf2 olivia mann #tf2 gray mann #tf2 administrator #tf2 oc #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #tfc engineer

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facultyloungecosplay · 2 years

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Another fic for OzQrow Week finished! ✨

I’m going to do my best to try for a third!

#this one was a lot of fun to write #and it’s (kind of) a short one for once!#\users\oz

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wardingshout · 5 months

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Zelda goes mushroom girl

#tloz #a link to the past #zelda #link #my art #I was happy with that first one but for some reason decided it still needed a companion piece so I spent way too long on that second one...#I don't think there was any time during the progress where I was happy with it but hfduhdfu at least I got to Attempt drawing moss hell yea #I also at some point sat in Pyu's art stream and said I enjoy drawing legs As I was being murdered by the infamously impossibe (imo) squat.#it's ok I had fun !! but I need to learn how to let doodles be doodles or I'll never finish stuff at this rate dfsuhfd #if everything in my tloz tag looks like it was drawn by different people uuuh 2023 was art crisis year ngl......#I'm falling back into my old ways rn though #anyway I think about these two a lot I think they're both stone faced and awkward ppl in different ways but they try rly hard to be friends #like I like to think it starts out so incredibly awkward and a bit sad bc they keep stepping over each other's toes accidentally the harder #they try but idk they find comfy middle ground idk in my brain they have a very interesting friendship I wanna get around to drawing it #in a proper way that might make sense....#if I don't write 200 tags I will die maybe it's bc I grew up on dA or smth #and yes I know how to find 1 (one) type of mushroom /I/ am not mushroom girl unfortunately smh

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fictionalcharacters-mybeloved · 16 days

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Say no to this, Bruce.

A few days ago Bruce had a fight with his sons, now he doesn't even remember why, it was probably something stupid that escalated and he didn't know how to stop it, it was probably his fault.

He was alone at the mansion, Damian was at Dick's house, Jason was ignoring him more than usual and Tim was on a case where he didn't want help, not from him at least, even Duke was away, it wasn't a good week for Bruce.

He grabbed a phone he had hidden and only took out before going to sleep alone in his room, hesitated for a few seconds and sent a message to the only number added.

His "thing" with the boy, Danny Fenton, had started four years ago, the boy was lost and Bruce found him when he coincidentally went for a walk as a civilian.

Danny was so charmed by Bruce (for some reason) that he gave him his hotel room number to keep talking about the universe, and later his home number.

Danny was a good, funny and witty kid, a very smart too, with parents who didn't deserve him because they didn't notice their son's brilliance.

Danny was a good boy with a not-so-good life, a strong, independent boy who wasn't always positive but didn't always let himself fall apart.

That's why when Danny answered his message with a call with him crying and asking for help, he could only go to his rescue without looking back, barely remembering to tell Alfred of his departure.

When he arrived he found only tragedy.

His family and friends had died, an explosion at an unfortunate time, Danny had no one in the world besides his godfather and Bruce, and he didn't want to fall into Vlad's clutches, so he was desperate.

He also told him about Phantom, and Bruce could only hug him and promise him that no one was going to find him.

The first thing that came to his mind was to take him to his mansion, Danny was like his son, it was the most logical action... except that Danny still looked up to him and trusted him a lot, and wasn't that a scary thought?

Bringing Danny to the mansion would involve many things, Danny would meet his children, which might make Danny see him differently, goodbye to his admiration and affection, goodbye to spending time "together" watching bad movies to criticize them, goodbye to quiet conversations and asking for advice, goodbye to trust.

Bringing Danny to the mansion would mean having him physically close but keeping him away in every other possible way.

"Danny doesn't want anyone else to know about Phantom." Bruce repeated to himself as he took Danny to a small, hidden apartment in Gotham, a cozy little place where Vlad wouldn't find Danny (and neither would Bruce's family).

#dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #batfam #dc #batpham #dpxdc #danny fenton #No one told Danny about dangerous strangers #“The other woman” will start playing daily at the mansion when Dick finds out.#I was listening to “Say no to this” while I was typing #Danny is going to have a lot of fun being “the other” when he finds out that his existence is a secret.#I was planning to write everything from the POV of one of the batboys but I was a coward

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somnimagus · 7 months

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My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

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#legend of zelda #loz #twilight princess #loz tp #i'm still reeling that someone sent me an ask about this one.. that they took the time to find my tumblr and tell me they liked it #it really meant a lot; thank you to anyone that stops to leave comments like that. they make me happy #but yeah! here's the usual symbolism ramble:#i thought it'd be cool to have the 'spirits' flowing one way and the cats walking through them the other way #to kinda show the difference in life inhabiting the village in the past and present #link's face is covered because impaz was just waiting for 'the hero' so his clothes are what matters; not his face #and it (hopefully) gives a surreal and intangible sense to 'the hero' she could only hope would actually show up #you can feel free to interpret the glowy blue sheikah as ghosts or just as memories of the past! i couldn't decide either way #the one on the bottom left is oot impa since she's implied to be the village founder. so i guess she would be a ghost actually?#fan art #my art #project stuff #and ahhh the book-- everyone's stuff is so beautiful!!#especially the writing. some of the fics made me really tear up and some were so fun and clever. i really love them #a lot of them captured the sheer burden of the role of the sheikah; all of the time and grief and doubt #i know i always say this stuff about every project but. the people i get to work with in these are truly so skilled every time

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katabay · 4 months

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ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A KNIGHT...

the visual inspiration for this was a combination of Frederic William Burton's Meeting on the Turret Stairs and also Bernardo Cavallino's The vision of St. Dominic receiving the Rosary from the Virgin

this was supposed to be just a one off illustration to get the thoughts out of my system, but then I started thinking about medieval politics and warfare and plagues and a castle and home as both a place of refuge, a prison, and a tomb, so perhaps they will end up as ex voto characters as well.

you may say, hey! that rosary looks like it has too many beads! it's a fifteen decade rosary, probably. dominicans are really into marian devotions. it works out.

also. spiral style stair cases. oh boy. it was that unexpectedly more difficult than I originally thought it would be to draw. the more I think about it, the less I understand them, even though I had a million photos of the stairs in front of me while I was drawing it.

⭐ I have a tip jar (ko-fi)!

⭐ and other places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

#the economy and my bank account are in shambles and i ended up stress drawing this whole thing in one go #its so many lines. the next time i draw this. because i will be revisiting this composition. i want to use a different inking brush #i think. but the next time i draw this it will be with solid blacks on the stair case steps i think #hey here's a fun fact for those of you who aren't catholic. did you know that kissing the ring of the pope/a cardinal/etc #grants you an indulgence. cardinals also used to kiss the pope on the mouth. also foot and hand iirc. anyway #there are no cardinals in this drawing but im saying if you write medieval/renaissance smut about men of the cloth #you can really amp up the friction between holy and seductive with a lot of the (gestures vaguely) that.#actually another fun fact about cardinals. their fun sun hat (it's called a galero) has some fucking weird as hell fever dream (literally)#origin lore. so if seductive isn't your thing. the horror of a thing that you wear is also extremely fun #esp when you get into medieval gender performances of clothes and how they define a person etc #generic medieval tag #original tag

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floccinaucinihilipilificationa · 2 days

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Hey hey hey may 31th anon! How's 2024 going? ☆ヾ(*´▽｀)ﾉ This year I have for you a leaked Sherlock season 5 image. Thinking of you!! And everyone!!

#may 31th anon #Hello hello hello friends!! How are you!!#I miss you all I miss tumblr I miss drawing these silly men #work was soooo boring today I was really happy that I got to draw John in a baby carrier afterwards (*´︶`*)#what have you been up to??#my job is very boring most of the time unfortunatly!! I want to have a new job a little bit but I also never want to have a job interview #ever again and also I might get a lamp this year (!) I have heard that someone has already printed out the lamp form #are you excited for good omens season 3??#I am!! I have also been watching a lot of x-files #(*´▽｀*) we also have moths in the kitchen #I do not know what they are eating we have been storing all of our food in the fridge since last week but new moths keep coming #yesterday one flew out of the forks and spoon drawer #it's her kitchen now #I also got a mole removed #now instead of the mole I have a scar the exact same size an color of the mole #I have also been working on a longer comic project!! I think it will be ready to be shared this summer and I really hope you will like it #it's about the old dragon bros characters and their life with the princesses (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤#I'm having a lot of fun drawing again!!#I hope you're having fun too #also I had to write an email today and I had to attach a pdf file but it was upside down #I could not fix it #I just hit send

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 11 months

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Get Souped!

#poorly drawn mdzs #better drawn mdzs #mdzs #jiang yanli #I'm back!#She would never say 'get souped idiot' but I like to imagine JC and WWX would say it to each other if the other got sick and needed soup #JYL would never throw soup without knowing full well you would be able to catch it #She would rather fall face first than drop a bowl of soup after tripping.#She’s been hard at work preparing this soup! And all of you get to have some B*) Thanks for all the support while I was on break!#‘was your break relaxing op?’ unfortunately it was like being kicked down several flights of stairs. Didn't draw much sadly #Though I did end up writing a little mdzs fic! I haven’t written anything in a long while but it was fun. Maybe I'll post it....maybe...#regardless of all this rambling; thank you for all the kind messages. ill try and reply soon!#i have a few more fun doodles before I'm ready to crack into season 2!#Enjoy the soup in the mean time!#(PS: I know that's not the right hand shape for the meme redraw but augh...the OG hand angle was...way too hard to draw).#edit: retagged as better drawn mdzs. I put a lot into this one

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madamegoodparty · 10 months

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This season is about depression. But WHY is The Big Guy depressed?

Let's take a look at the clues Mr. Brennan "Anti-Capitalist" Mulligan has laid out for us 🔍

The Big Guy aka Elias Hodge, works for a "retro-futurist conglomerate" as a "mento-technological" researcher

There's a Prohibition on oxytocin, dopamine, and serotonin -- citizens are only allowed cortisol & adrenaline (hormones that're released when someone is under a lot of stress)

This Prohibition will (allegedly) be lifted once Elias receives recognition from his bosses

All Elias's pleasures and non-work related urges have been driven underground to the red light district -- so he's not allowing himself to focus on anything that isn't work

The Fix is basically a hitman working for the District Attorney, Mark Bition (Ambition) to eliminate any urge that has the potential to distract Elias from his work

More on the above point: District Attorneys are prosecuters, ie, are the ones responsible for punishing those who go against the state. So this further emphasizes that Elias is very strictly policing himself in order to succeed at work

Conrad Schintz (Conscience) is a tiny kid who has trouble making himself heard and doesn't have a lot of power

Speaking of kids -- all of Elias's childhood interests have also been driven underground, this time being kept under the care of Ms. Loathing. This, plus the line about "not deserving pleasure", hints that Elias is potentially struggling with self-loathing as well (also Loathing's line about "focusing on me is not going to do anything but make me stronger")

CONCLUSION:

All this paints a picture of someone who is driven by logic and ambition, to the detriment of his emotional well-being. Elias seems to feel that his only value comes from what he is able to produce for his superiors, and this causes him to suppress any part of himself that doesn't make him a more productive worker. This has led to him becoming extremely isolated and lonely as a result

We can also guess that the work Elias is doing doesn't align with his values, and that he needs to keep his conscience as quiet as possible in order to do it. Even worse, we now see that he's thinking about killing his conscience outright

This season is about the psychological toll being a cog in the machine takes on a person, and I cannot WAIT to see where we go next

#mentopolis #mentopolis spoilers #dimension 20 #mentopolis meta #🐺#idk i felt a little silly putting this together bc i feel like a lot of this stuff is obvious #but hey it was still fun to assemble the clues into one post haha #writing all this when i should be in bed asleep OOPSIE #the ppl running MY brain should all be fired

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welcometogrouchland · 5 months

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I understand that literature nerd Jason Todd is kind of overblown in fanon compared to it's actual presence in canon (a few issues during his pre (and post?)crisis Robin tenure that highlight it) BUT consider that I think it's hilarious if the unhinged gun toting criminal has strong opinions on poetry

#ramblings of a lunatic #dc comics #Jason Todd #batfamily #it's just a fun quirk! it's a fun lil detail and I simply cannot slight ppl for enjoying and incorporating it into works #like obviously jason isn't the only one. I'm a big believer in the batfam having over lapping interests they refuse to bond over #i know dick canonically used the robin hood stories (which are pretty flowery in their language far as i can tell) as inspo for Robin #and i know babs was a librarian and even tho her area of nerddom is characterized as more computery she probably knows quite a lot-#-about literature as well #duke is a hobbyist writer i believe? i saw a fan mention that- which if so is great and I hope he's also a nerd #(i mean he is canonically. i remember him being a puzzle nerd in his introduction. but i mean specifically a lit nerd)#damian called Shakespeare boring but also took acting classes so i think he's more of a theatre kid.#Tim's a dropout and i don't think he's ever shown distinct interest in english lit and i can't remember for Steph?#I'm ngl my brain hyperfocused on musician Steph i forget some of her other interests I'm sorry (minus softball and gymnastics!)#and then Cass had her whole (non linear but it's whatevs) arc about literacy and learning to read #went from struggling to read in batgirl 00 to memorizing Shakespeare in 'tec and is now an avid read in batgirls!#she's shown reading edgar allen poe but we don't know if it's his short stories or his poems #point to all of the above being: i know Jason's not the only lit nerd in the batfam #but also i do need him to be writing poetry in his spare time and reading and reviewing it #jason at the next dead robins society meeting: evening folks today I'll be assigning all of us poems based on laika the space dog #damian and steph who have been kidnapped and brought to jasons warehouse to hangout: LET US GO BITCH #speaking of^ random poem i think jason would like: space dog by alan shapiro #wake up one morning in an unfamiliar more mature body with a profound sense of abandonment. the last four lines. mmm tasty

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hollowtakami · 2 months

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HEYOOO

so I read your keigo fics and I really loved them! What do you think about Keigo waking up from a nightmare and he can't find you, so he starts to panic, and when you come back from the toilet (or wherever you were), he immediately latches onto you panicking and crying

Man he is so sweet

hi anon! ^_^ tysm for your ask, it rlly made me smile hehe. here’s a small drabble as thanks:)

(apologies if its rusty, the only thing i have written as of late is uni essays-)

keigo gasped for air as though he’d been reborn, feathers pricked out like needles.

he clutched at his shirt like a vice, daring to tear through his skin and stress grip his dying heart. he panted, delirious amidst his fear.

the suns of his eyes bounced across every corner of the room, his free hand scratching away the duvet in search of you. nothing, not even his feathers could sense you, clouded by fright.

what the avian didn’t know was that you hadn’t left him like his father, you’d only gotten to get a glass of water after the drought in your throat had woken you up, not nearly as violently as the way your boyfriend’s body treated him.

what you didn’t know was that your boyfriend was unfurling faster than the might of his wings ever could.

pattering through the hallway of your apartment with a glass and a plenished throat, you gently broke your way into your shared bedroom with a tired hand.

your eyes retreated behind their lids at the light you swore you hadn’t put on, lest you disturb keigo in his sleep.

no, an instinctual feather did so.

you stop, feet planting into the carpet as your brain tries to process the scene in front of you, whirring through its fatigue.

there was keigo, plumage fluffed up in fear, eyes wild and pinned on you, your bedsheets in tatters.

“kei?” words clawed up your throat as you slowly made your way to the bedside table and placed the glass. keigo grabbed your wrist the moment you’d set it down, you managed to get a better look at him.

sunny bedhead and a dark sky lining his eyes, his chest heaved along with the heavy burdens that laced his blood, what was his own that didn’t stain his hands.

no matter how much he scrubbed his skin, keigo would never be clean. it had trickled into his brain, and he couldn’t even escape it in his sleep.

“stay,“ he silently barked, his words scratchy.

keigo’s stress grip on your wrist wouldn’t let up, the avian latched onto you for dear life.

your face fell, eyebrows furrowed as you saw his glassy eyes, glossed over with fear.

“bad dream, baby?” you whispered, slowly raising your wrist to run a hand through keigo’s hair, massaging his scalp with gentle nails.

keigo only choked on a sob, his vulnerabilities racing down his cheeks to their end. if only this would end, he begged to a god he wasn’t sure existed.

you brought your wrist down, eyes trained on the dots of his.

“‘m not going anywhere, baby boy,” you soothed, gentle reassurance hanging in the air until keigo was ready to pluck it down and hold it close to him.

he tried to not, more words contesting in his throat.

keigo looked down at himself, feathers shaking more than his tired body.

“bad..” he gestured to himself.

“you aren’t him, birdie,” your words were soft, sun against his skin. his heart swelled amidst the silent rage of his head.

soon, you felt keigo’s grip starting to soften too.

you grabbed the glass of water with a free hand, using the other to usher strands of gold out of his eyes, tucking them behind his ear as you helped him sip some water.

kissing his forehead, you cooed, “that’s my boy,”

keigo chirped, too frightened to speak. he would only chirp or coo when this regressed into his fear, not that you minded. you knew that his bird qualities were something he was forced to bury, much like other innocents.

but, there wasn’t any blood on keigo’s hands.

the only thing in his hands was the silk of your skin, fingers intertwined as you spoke to him with the song of your voice, an angel he would tell himself he didn’t deserve.

your wings were pure, his stained red. he was born like this, conceived by a monster of a man. so, that must mean that he was born the same.

it took an angel like you to help him realise he had never fallen, it was someone else who had clipped his wings.