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HIIHII I LUV UR BLOG SM OMG CAN I BE 🃏-ANON?!?!?

Uhhh heres a request!! What about Kyle x childhoodbestfriend!reader (who was apart of the main 4's gang) and their first time doing the naughty??? *GIGGLES AND KICKS FEET*

OF COURSE YOU CAN BE 🃏anon!!! HEHE IDK WHY BUT IT MAKES ME SO GIDDYS HAVING ANONS TEHEHEHEH

ITS ALSO BEEN YEARS SINCE I WROTE SMUT SO BARE WITH ME AS I TRY TO GET THE HANG OUT IT AGAIN

Also I apologize for any mistakes, I’m like hella sick rn and super tired so I’ll try and edit this better once I come back from NAP ITS CALLING FOR ME

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Kyle x childhood best friend reader and their first time

Established Relationship ₊ ⊹

All characters aged up! Highschool AU! ‧₊˚✩彡

Kyle x reader 𐙚

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut/NSFW

“Cartman, if you’re gonna say it then do it dude, you always say shit and you never do it” Stan rolled his eyes, tossing his hat off onto the dewy grass and sighing. Cartman only glared. “What? You saying I’m not honest?! Everything I’ve ever said I’ve always lived up to and done? Right? Right guys?” Kyle lifted his head off the hammock, his hand slowly sliding down your back as you laid with him. You’ve always been apart of their group. The four of them took you in almost immediately when you moved to South Park in the fourth grade and you’ve all been friends ever since, though Kyle and you had always been the closest and everyone knew that but never really looked much into it. I mean you’ve both only ever just been friends. His slender fingers found their way under your shirt, tracing your spine in slow motions. “Cartman you’ve only ever lived up to your words when it benefits you. You sadistic fuck” he laid his head back down, one leg dangling off the hammock to softly push the both of you. Cartman mumbled something under his breath before he stood wiping off anything on his pants from the grass “well I’m out, I’ve had enough of you losers for one day” your head popped up from Kyle’s chest saying goodbye to the chubbier boy and looking at Stan and Kenny for a moment. Kenny was passed out on the grass of your backyard and Stan sat beside him smiling softly at you. “He’s a hoot isn’t he?” You giggled softly before looking up at Kyle who was already smiling down at you. Over the years it wasn’t exactly hard to tell that Kyle had developed feelings for you.. but he didn’t know how to tell you nor did he think he ever would. He didn’t want to ruin what you two had right now, and if that meant he could only cuddle like this? Hug you like that.. then he’d keep it a secret, well all except from Stan who met Kyle’s eyes with a sly smirk. “Well,” Stan spoke up once more still staring at Kyle and softly smacking Kenny’s chest to wake him up in which he woke up with a startle. “I think it’s time for me and Kenny to head out, I need him to help me with band shit” Kenny slowly stood up, his lanky form stretching “I do..?” “You do.” He glared at him before grabbing his hat and saying a goodbye as well as Kenny. There was a moment of silence and amongst the birds singing sweet melodies, Kyle’s soft noises almost intertwined with their chirps. The sun dusted over his face exposing many freckles, his curled hair much brighter in the sun. Your finger reached up to curl it more, admiring his face. “I remember when your hair used to be so long, messy” he opened one eye, green gems staring down at you “and you don’t like it now?” Your eyes softly widened. His hair was shorter now, a bit of shag but he kept his hair neat and short. One curl always dangling against his forehead, whilst the others were somewhat swept to the side. “No! I.. do, just reminiscing i guess.” He stared down for a moment. You made it so god damn hard to not kiss you, to not pull you in and crash his lips against yours. You were so tempting.. “Kyle!!” Kyle’s eyes were suddenly widened feeling your hands against his chest and you were sat up right. Your finger tips traced your lips as you watched him through frowned brows. “What was that?! You.. you can’t do that to me.” He kissed you, he kissed you and he wasn’t even thinking. You quickly stood, bare feet against the grass. He did the same swallowing thickly “I..” you didn’t like it? Was that it? Did he fuck up? Ruin everything that he could have just kept if he kept to himself? But at the same time.. did you not feel the way he felt for you..? Sure he always kept it a secret in fear of ruining the friendship, even the group itself.. but you just didn’t feel the same? Was that it? Was this it.

The pages slipped between your fingers, eyes darting over words that felt like honey melting the ridges of your mind. Your feet rubbed against each other, biting the inside of your cheek a love story so sickly sweet yet so sad. The boy who always got the love, but could never keep it for long. You sighed unsatisfied with the boys fate once more. You closed your book, bookmarking your spot and resting your head against the fluffed pillow beneath you. Sleep felt so close yet so far when the rock at your window kept you awake, and then.. another. “I swear to god Kenny if that’s you, I’m not sneaking to your god damn par- Kyle..” the wind blew through your curtains, you hair absorbing the cold breeze as your face was inches away from Kyle’s. “Let me in. Please..” you stared at him before nodding slowly, backing away to quietly rush to your door and lock it. Sure Kyle’s stayed the night before but sneaking in, never. He was a goody two shoes.. a loser you may say. He would never do anything to get him in trouble. He was.. the good boy. “Can we talk?” His hands rubbed the back on his neck as he sat on your bed, you slowly following him and sitting next to him. “Kyle if this is about earlier..” he looked at you almost immediately “yes it is. And I’m so sorry okay, I don’t know what I was thinking, I just.. I’ve, I like you okay? A fucking lot and if you don’t feel the same that’s fine I can’t force that on you but I also can’t change how I feel for you, I-“ your hand came to rest on the side of his face, your lips interlocking with his before pulling away and resting your forehead against him, noses softly brushing against each other. “Kyle, I’ve always liked you, I was just taken back that’s all..” a sigh of relief left his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. Before he could speak again you were quick to latch your lips onto his, finding your way onto his lap, arms wrapped around his neck. His hands came to hold onto your thighs, eyes wide for a moment before he eased himself into the kiss. Kyle’s lips left yours to travel down your jaw, whilst doing so he lifted you enough to place you underneath him before diving back down to suck at the soft spot against your neck. Your hands found their way underneath his shirt to allow yourself to scratch at his back earning you a low groan from him. He lifted his head “we don’t have to go any further.. if you feel like you need to stop just tell me” with a soft nod and impatiently waiting for him to stop speak you lifted his shirt over his head, his torso littered in soft freckles, soft abs prominent. “You’re so handsome..” a blush creeped onto his face feeling your hands against his chest and torso. “Shut up…” he bit his bottom lip before kissing your lips and gripping at your sweatpants, pulling them down, slowly kissing at your thighs as he did so. “Mmph Kyle~” his eyes flickered up his body sitting up fully now as he watched your hands reach for his own sweatpants, untying the strings. Before pulling them down you slid your hands up his torso again feeling the slight happy trail. Fingers laced under the hem of his pants, pulling them down slowly and almost immediately groaning at the size in his boxers. “Don’t stare..” he groaned and held your face softly pulling down his own boxers earning a soft slap to his lower stomach as his member popped up. Your eyes widened before cleaning your throat and watching his fingers move closer to your underwear. “Can I?” He asked sweetly waiting for your consent to continue. When you nodded he pulled them down your legs. He was almost shaking, he felt his nerves working their up to his stomach as your legs spread open for him. His teeth tugged at his bottom lip whilst lining himself up with you. “If you want me to stop just say it okay? Please.” You nodded “I know Kyle I know it’s okay, I’m okay” he nodded at your statement, his hands finding yours to place them beside your head, squeezing them as he pushed himself further and further into you. His head hung low for a moment, lips slightly agape as he squeezed his eyes shut “fuck..”

He spoke breathlessly, his face hiding in the crook of your neck. He stayed still for a moment, waiting for you to adjust. When you tapped his shoulder blade he slowly began to move, his lips attached to your neck, shivering at the feeling of your nails gripping at his back, dragging down to his sides to hold onto him as he continued to move. “Feels.. so good..” he mumbled against you, his arms pushed himself half way up, his hips rocking back and forth in a painfully slow pace. “Ky more, m-more please go faster” you Practically begged him, clenching around him as his hips snapped against yours in quick ruts. Kyle lifted himself up fully, grabbing your legs and placing them over his shoulders, his hands coming back down to rest at either side of your waist whilst his eyes stared into yours. He was half lidded, lips pulled tight between his teeth “i’m close.. so close, cum with me please I w-wanna feel you cum on me” he whispered, his moans so beautiful. His thrusts became sloppier though he tried to keep his quick pace his hips would snap and stutter occasionally and when your hands came to either side of his face pulling him into a kiss, he whimpered. His body tingling all over. It wasn’t long before you were calling out his name, legs wrapped around him fully and cumming in unison. Your hands tangled in his curls, his own hands gripping at your hips, trying so desperately to push and bury his cock deeper into your warmth. When he pulled out he practically groaned at his load dripping out of you. “I guess that’s one way to tell your best friend you like them” you giggled tiredly, your fingers tracing at his forearm. Kyle smirked softly before getting ready to clean you up “so..” he was quiet for a moment, softly wiping down your body. “Do you like me?” You pushed his shoulder a bit “of course you idiot, I’ve liked you for like ever, just never knew how to tell you” you spoke quietly, letting him finish cleaning you up. When he was done he laid down beside you, pulling the covers up over yours and his shoulder. “You think you’ll parents will kill me if they find me in your bed?” You looked back at him, wiggling yourself into his body. “I’ll tell them your parents had a fight so you came to stay” you smiled gently at him, gripping his hand and pulling it so it wrapped around your body. There was silence.

“I love you.” Kyle spoke groggily.

You smiled, a blush creeping to your cheeks.

“I love you too Ky”

#🃏 anon #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park x you #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #south park hcs #south park headcanons #south park #south park fanfiction

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trickphotography2 · 7 months

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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 13

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 5.1k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

18+, minors DNI

Chapter 12 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 13

“Darlin’?” Jake called as he stepped into the house, tossing the truck keys onto the counter and lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe away the sweat on his brow. He’d just returned from helping Bob move the treadmill into his apartment. With the deployment hanging over your heads, he wanted to take care of as much as possible around the house - and clearing out what would be the nursery was near the top of that list. Coyote was on his way to claim the weight bench. When there was no answer, he grabbed a water bottle and walked toward the home gym turned nursery. His heart dropped when he saw you lying on the floor with your eyes closed. He crossed the room quickly, dropping to his knees beside you. “Fuck, darlin’, are you alright?”

“Hmm?” you said, forcing one eye open to see his panicked expression. “I’m okay. Just got a little dizzy.”

“I don’t like how much that’s happening,” he grumbled.

“It’s not exactly a party for me, either,” you scoffed. Now nine weeks pregnant, you felt worse than ever - the lightheadedness hadn’t gone away, the low-grade headache was back, and your nausea and food/smell aversions were getting worse. When Jake made himself some eggs that morning, you spent some time in the bathroom throwing up while he hurriedly aired out the house. Not to mention how exhausted you were, your emotions were on a hairpin trigger, and your slacks were getting harder to button. And your bladder felt like it was the size of a pea with how much you were going to the bathroom.

Jake placed a hand on your stomach, a smile tugging at his lips when you covered it with your own, feeling the steady rise and fall of your breathing. “You’re supposed to be nice to your mama, Bean.” He’d refused to call the baby Berry over the last week, even though they’d grown to the size of a blueberry, stating that it felt like he was talking to a middle-aged man instead of “our little girl.” When you’d pointed out that he would have to eat his words when you had a boy, he’d only shrugged. “I told you aviators have girls. And if I remember my biology right, I’ve had a pretty big say in what we’re having.”

“Apparently, Bean is as big as a peanut shell now.” His grin grew as he pushed your shirt up and leaned down to kiss your stomach.

“Hey, Peanut.” Pressing your lips together against the tears that sprang to your eyes, you gently brushed the sweaty hair from his face. It broke your heart to realize that this was one more thing you’d miss - Jake greeting your child with a new name every week. He only had four more weeks at home, five until he was on the carrier. From your research, you could find out the gender at the 18-week mark, at which point Jake would be somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. When his gaze flitted up to meet yours, he sighed at the sight of your tear-filled eyes. “Darlin’.”

“I’m good. Hormones,” you sighed, pushing up onto your elbows. Wanting to change the subject, you forced a smile. “I found something in the closet that I’d like an explanation for, babe.”

“What’s that?”

“Exactly when were you planning to tell me you have a cowboy hat, Tex?” He furrowed his brows for a moment before smirking.

“Forgot I had that. It was for my buddy’s wedding.”

“Jacob. Michael. Seresin,” you hissed. “Are you telling me that there are pictures of you in that hat, and I presume a suit, that I haven’t seen?”

“I guess so.” Chuckling, he stood and walked to the closet, peering into it before pulling down the black hat. After dusting it off, he put it on and turned to face you. “Ma’am,” he drawled, his Texas accent thick as he ducked his head and touched the brim. Inhaling sharply, you held up both hands, and Jake hauled you to your feet, tugging you close to ensure you were steady.

“I’m getting ideas. So, so many ideas.” His lips curved into a wicked smile as he slowly backed you against the wall, his thigh slotting between yours.

“Is that right?” Nodding, you slid your hands under the back of his shirt, lightly trailing your nails down the length of his spine. In retaliation, he shifted his leg, dragging his thigh along your core and making you bite your lip. His hands rose to cup your breasts, thumbs lightly stroking your nipples through your bra and t-shirt. In addition to being more sensitive than usual, your breasts had already started to get bigger, a fact that your fiance seemed to enjoy.

“Jake,” you whined, grinding down on his thigh as he dipped his head to suck on the top of your breast. The hat bumped your chin, and you quickly removed it and put it on your head.

“Oh, darlin’,” Jake tutted, his hands and lips stilling as he met your eye. “You have no idea what you just did, do you?” His teeth dragged along your skin before he wrapped his hands around your waist and drew you away from the wall. You laughed when he knelt and carefully lined your hips up with his shoulder, an arm wrapped tightly around your legs as he stood. With one hand clapped to your head to hold the hat in place, you shrieked as he flung you over his shoulder. “You okay, Mama?”

“Fine,” you giggled, steading yourself with a hand on his back. You yelped when his free hand landed a solid smack on your ass as he started to move towards the door.

“Good, ‘cause I’m gonna fuck another baby into you.”

“Promises, promises.”

“You’re pregnant?” You and Jake froze.

“Hey, Javy,” you said, an embarrassed smile on your mouth as you pushed yourself up and looked over Jake’s head towards the other pilot.

“You’re pregnant?” he repeated.

“Um…” Jake’s grip loosened, so you slid down the length of his body, quickly positioning yourself so your back was pressed to his front, hiding his semi. Glancing over your shoulder, Jake shrugged. “Surprise?”

“Jesus Christ,” Javy whispered before pulling you into a hug. “Congrats.”

“Thanks.”

“Now the whole rushed marriage thing makes sense.”

“Accelerated,” Jake corrected. After the initial shock had worn off, you and Jake had spent a day sitting down and figuring out the next steps. He was adamant that you needed to be married before he left, which you’d readily agreed to. But there was so much that had to be done before he left Lemoore - in addition to everything he had to do to prepare, like his physical and dental checkup, there was so much legal stuff to handle. Jake had called the military legal clinic about your situation and had been advised that a marriage certificate would smooth much of the process of updating his Will, getting a power of attorney, and designating you as his beneficiary. It would be a requirement to enroll you in DEERS - the system that allows you to get your dependent ID card and be registered in TRICARE, the military health insurance plan.

Overwhelmed by the list of everything that needed to be done, from more minor things like renewing the house lease and filing his taxes when he was gone to having harder conversations about Jake’s wishes in case he died while deployed, you had pushed away from the table and started to hyperventilate. Jake had tried to hold you, but you’d shoved him away and paced the house before slipping on your shoes and walking around the neighborhood, a silent shadow at your side.

All of it was going to be on your shoulders. And you were going to be alone. Newly married, pregnant, and across the country from your family.

You had a new appreciation for what your mother had dealt with whenever your dad deployed. But even she hadn’t faced pregnancy and giving birth on her own.

Getting married sooner rather than later would allow you more time to handle everything else. So, with that in mind, you’d scheduled calls with your families to break the news of the deployment, pregnancy, and your plans to get married at the courthouse. While your parents had been thrilled and quickly agreed to come, Jake had taken the call off the speaker when his father asked how stupid he was to “get some tag chaser knocked up.” His face was red when he came back inside and informed you that his mother and sister would let him know if they were coming. His father had been uninvited.

With a quick text to your friends, everyone who needed to know the plans did.

“Accelerated, rushed,” Coyote grinned and shrugged. “Sounds like a shotgun wedding to me.”

“Fuck you,” Jake chuckled, shoving his best man. Javy pushed back, and the two men grappled with one another as you quickly ducked out of the way.

Watching them, you rolled your eyes. “Maybe I do want a daughter.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Your guests cheered, but you only had eyes for Jake as he grinned. Gently, he cupped your jaw, thumb lightly tracing your lower lip as he drew you closer with a hand on your hip. Your arms wrapped around his waist, giggling as he leaned down to press his lips to yours. He chuckled, kissing your forehead as his thumb lightly stroked your stomach before reclaiming your mouth.

The ceremony was simple but perfect. Jake promised you a bigger wedding once he was home, but you didn’t care. It wouldn’t stack up to exchanging vows under the gazebo downtown, surrounded by your family. You were more than happy with the off-the-shoulder, lacy midi-length dress you’d ordered offline on sale instead of a fancy gown and your flowers picked up from the grocery store that morning rather than spending hundreds of dollars on arrangements. The only concession you’d made was hiring a photographer and ordering a cake waiting back at the house, where your parents insisted on having a small reception.

But the most perfect part of the whole day was your groom. Jake looked so handsome in his dress whites, but it was the sheen of tears in his green eyes and the soft look on his face that made your heart skip a beat. Keeping with the non-traditional approach, you’d spent the day together - from him holding back your hair as you vomited to humming the wedding march as you cuddled in bed. Teasing touches became more intentional, and you gasped against Jake’s mouth as he slowly pressed into you, deliberately drawing out both of your pleasures to savor the last time you’d have sex as an engaged couple.

When your parents and Coyote arrived mid-morning to help get the house ready for the reception, Mom insisted on going to get your flowers. But rather than going straight to the grocery store, she stopped by a baby store to “just look” and bought a few things for Peanut, adding to the small pile of items you’d started purchasing. She'd then dragged you into a nail salon, excitedly telling the tech that you were getting married that afternoon.

With blue hydrangeas and white roses in hand - the same combination Jake had sent to your office to ask you out the first time and again on your anniversary - you returned home to see that the guys had been hard at work. And reinforcements had been called in. You were surprised to see so many cars in front of the house and Dad washing Jake’s truck. In the backyard, you found Jake on a ladder, hanging fairy lights on the side of the house as Coyote kept the ladder steady. Rooster and Phoenix were threading them through the fence. Bob and Maverick were driving stakes into the ground around the patio to string up more lights. Payback soon arrived with Fanboy in tow.

You could only imagine how many favors had to be called in to get the entire Dagger Squad a Friday off on such short notice and for Rooster, Mav, and Fanboy to get to Lemoore. Mumbling a quick thanks to everyone, you retreated to the bedroom, where Jake found you sitting on the bed with your head in your hands, trying to muffle your sobs. He could only smile when you explained that you were overwhelmed with everyone being there and you hadn’t expected them to decorate the backyard.

After Penny appeared with sandwiches for everyone and the lights were all strung, the group disbursed to get ready for the ceremony at 3:30PM, the last appointment the Justice of the Peace had for the day. You and Jake lingered in the shower, allowing your fingers to skate over one another and laughing as you traded kisses. The teasing continued as you got ready, standing side-by-side at the sink and glancing at one another in the mirror as he shaved and you worked on drying your hair. His arms caged you against the sink as he peppered your neck and arms with kisses as you tried to do your makeup, tugging at your towel so it fell to the floor and left you bare to his heated gaze. You paid him back by resting your forehead between his shoulders as he ironed his dress whites, toying with his chest hair and tracing his abs.

Jake’s fingers trailed up your spine as he zipped you into your wedding dress, then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back into his chest, his chin resting on your head. “You sure you’re okay with this?” he sighed. He’d overheard his mother and sister talking about how much more they’d preferred his first wedding, a big church affair that his ex had insisted on. He didn’t want you to feel like you were getting less.

Meeting his gaze in the mirror, you placed his hand on your stomach. “All I need is you and me, and one witness to make it legal.”

He swallowed hard before brushing his lips to your temple. “I love you so damn much, darlin’.” Blowing out a shaky breath, you tilted your head back against his shoulder, trying to keep the tears gathering in your eyes from falling.

“I love you so damn much, Mrs. Seresin,” Jake mumbled against your lips as he reached over you to undo the seatbelt. You could see the photographer hovering at the edge of the driveway; her camera pointed at you, but you ignored that to focus on your husband.

Husband.

The thought made tears spring to your eyes. Capitalizing off the slight height advantage the truck gave you, you leaned down to kiss him, feeling your heart clench when the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled into your kiss. Sliding your arms around his shoulders, you tugged him closer, sighing as he licked into your mouth. It was only when someone drove past and honked that you broke apart. Jake lifted a hand to wave at his - your - neighbor.

While you’d been busy taking pictures after the ceremony, the Dagger Squad had taken advantage of the distraction and decorated the truck. ‘Just Married,’ ‘The Seresins’, and ‘Hangman Got Hitched’ were written across the windows with chalk paint. A tangle of streamers was crumpled on the backseat after he’d pulled them off the bumper and hood. Little silver confetti wedding bells were strewn around the cab, and you knew that Jake would be digging them out from the seats for the next year.

Pressing his lips to your collarbone, he trailed his fingers down your left arm to capture your hand, lifting it to his mouth to kiss your wedding band. You smiled at the white gold band on his ring finger. “Ready?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder to the house, where your guests waited. You’d had everyone park in the driveway while Jake parked in the street so you could leave - you’d booked a hotel in Fresno for the night. When he nodded, you grabbed his cap and your flowers from the console and slid out of the truck. Once the door was closed and the locks engaged, Jake pressed the keys into your free hand and swept you off your feet to carry you across the lawn. Laughing, you put on his cap and kissed him. Thankfully, someone had unlocked the front door, so you didn’t have to fumble with the keys, and he nudged it open once you’d twisted the knob.

“Welcome home, Mrs. Seresin,” he grinned, not bothering to set you on your feet as he moved towards the kitchen, where you could hear a buzz of conversation. It wasn’t until he turned the corner that anyone seemed to realize you were there. Your mom and Penny were pulling finger foods from the refrigerator. They paused long enough to congratulate you before getting back to work. You offered to help, but they shooed you into the backyard with the rest of the guests.

The next few hours passed in a blur of hugs and congratulations. After setting your flowers into the vase by your small wedding cake, you sought out your dad, who was manning the grill with Mav. The two men paused their sports car conversation long enough for you to hug your dad and thank them both for coming. Jake offered to take over grilling duty, but your dad waved him off. Jake’s mother and sister chatted with Javy and Fanboy and hugged you awkwardly when you greeted them. “It’s just a shame your father couldn’t join us,” Sarah said, glancing at her son.

“Yup,” he agreed, unwilling to engage in the argument.

Rooster had set up a playlist, and music drifted across the backyard as you laughed with your friends. You had a few of your friends from Florida call you, and you and Jake stepped away to chat with them for a few minutes before returning to the party. Tables had been put together in the backyard, covered with linen tablecloths you’d picked up earlier that week, and everyone settled down to have dinner together, passing bowls of veggies, salad, and bread. You turned down every offer for a beer and instead sipped from a champagne flute filled with ginger ale.

When the sight of Payback’s rare steak turned your stomach, you quickly excused yourself and hurried into the house. Jake was right behind you, rubbing your shoulders as you retched. As you fixed your makeup, he ducked into the kitchen to get a sleeve of crackers. You were both subjected to gentle teasing about sneaking off for a quickie when you returned to the table, and you saw the flare of disgust in Sarah’s face. Jake’s smile was tighter, clearly having caught it, and he raised your clasped hands to brush his lips against your wedding rings.

When the sun started to set, Jake plugged in the lights, illuminating the backyard with fairy lights. You quickly cut the cake at the photographer’s suggestion and shared a slice with your husband since your stomach was still unsettled. Your smile became a bit more fixed, and when he pulled you into his lap while chatting with Rooster and Phoenix, you fought against closing your eyes as he stroked your arm.

“Honey,” your dad said softly, coming up beside you. “Can I talk to you real fast?”

“Hmm?” you said, forcing your eyes open. “Yeah, sure. Of course.” Jake watched as you walked into the house with your parents.

“I…um…” Dad said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to see if you…”

“Your father wants to dance with you,” Mom interrupted.

“Oh,” you gasped, pressing a hand to your mouth as you nodded. “Of course, Dad.” You felt the first tears fall as your dad’s phone started to play My Girl by The Temptations. Laughing, you stepped into his arms, dancing in the living room to what he’d decided was your father-daughter dance song when you were a baby. You could see your mom crying and laughing as she recorded it with her camera, and the back door opened in time for you to see the photographer slipping in. The song ended too quickly, and you reached for the phone to restart it before holding a hand out for your mom. Your dad grinned, gently tucking both of you under an arm so the three of you could sway together like you’d done so many times after he got home from a deployment.

“You know,” he said gruffly, “this was a lot easier when you were a little girl.”

“Well, I grew up,” you sniffled.

“Don’t we know it,” your mom chuckled wetly. “Grown up, married, and having a baby.”

“Crazy, huh?”

“Nope, just a new adventure,” your dad corrected, kissing your forehead. He met Jake’s gaze through the window, where he’d been watching you all dance, and smiled. “You found a good one, honey.”

“I know.”

“Even if he is in the Navy.” Laughing, you shook your head and wiped your face.

“I mean, technically, I’m a Navy spouse now.”

“Air Force brat, first and forever,” your dad said, spinning you and your mother before drawing you back in. “And this one” - he nodded at your stomach - “if they ever decide to go into the military, make sure they follow in their grandpa’s footsteps and go blue.” Shaking your head, you touched your stomach and took a deep breath.

“We’ve got a long time before we have to even think about that.”

“Hey,” your mom said softly, squeezing your hand before pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I know you’re worried about while Jake’s gone, but your dad and I are here for you. We’ll be out here as much as you want us to be, and we’ll do whatever you need.” Your teeth dug into your lower lip as your chin wobbled.

“Thanks, Mom.” Smiling, she tugged you in for a hug.

“You got this, baby. And those folks out there? They seem like a good group, and they’ll help you where they can.”

“I know.”

“Everything okay?” Pulling away from your mom’s embrace, you saw Jake’s concerned face as he stepped into the house. Nodding, you motioned him in, eyes darting to the photographer, who quickly ducked outside.

“Yeah,” you nodded, stretching out a hand towards him. He quickly moved towards you and took it, squeezing tightly. “What do you think about letting the rest of the family know about Peanut?”

“Yeah?” he asked. You’d talked about when to let people know, not wanting to announce it too early in case anything happened but giving enough time to let the important people know before Jake deployed. But, seeing as most of the people you would want to tell were already sitting in your backyard, it seemed like the perfect time to do it. At your nod, he stepped forward to tug you into his arms, kissing the side of your head. “We’ll leave after. You look tired.”

“Exactly what every bride wants to hear on her wedding day,” you mumbled. Chuckling, he kissed your cheek before grabbing your overnight bags and putting them in the truck while you used the restroom. Hand in hand, you stepped into the backyard, exchanging a glance before Jake cleared his throat. The low rumble of conversation died as the group turned to face you.

“Hey, we’re… we just wanted to thank everyone for coming and helping us celebrate today. We, uh… didn’t originally plan on getting married like this - ”

“But it turned out perfectly,” you interrupted, squeezing his hand. “Better than any big ceremony.” His grin was blinding as he slung an arm around your shoulders and tugged you in for a kiss. Someone let out a wolf whistle, and you lightly pressed against his chest, feeling the indentation of his metals under your palm. Reluctantly, he pulled away, a heated promise in his gaze.

“Better than any big ceremony,” he echoed, not taking his eyes off of you. “This one wanted to wait until next year to get married - made me agree that we’d only get engaged this year.”

“But plans changed,” you prompted. He nodded, forcing his eyes off of you and towards his friends. His hand slipped from your shoulders to your waist, fingers lightly stroking your stomach.

“Plans definitely changed.” Jake didn’t say anything, instead savoring the confused looks the Daggers gave one another and the knowing ones that Rooster and Coyote gave him. As the silence stretched, you rolled your eyes and lightly elbowed him in the stomach.

“We’re having a baby.” There was stunned silence before you were suddenly surrounded by people. The Daggers hugged you tightly and slapped Jake’s back, congratulating and gently teasing.

Your parents, seated beside Sarah and Lina, smiled as your new family celebrated the news.

“Want one?” you asked, holding out a fry. Jake glanced at it before leaning closer, his hands never leaving your thigh or the steering wheel. Scoffing, you fed him the french fry, laughing when his teeth scraped your finger.

“Still can’t believe you wanted chicken nuggets instead of a steak,” he grumbled. Before hitting the highway, you’d asked him to go through the McDonald’s drive-thru since your stomach finally felt settled enough to eat.

“Blame your son - ”

“Daughter.”

“For not letting me eat earlier. Besides, this seems like the start of a fun tradition - McDonald’s on our dating and wedding anniversary.”

“We agreed to it being the dating anniversary only, Mrs. Seresin. This is not our wedding anniversary tradition.”

“Come on,” you wheedled, holding out another fry to him. “How cute would this be? Every year, you, me, and Peanut go to get dinner and tell him - ”

“Her.”

“About how we stopped and got chicken nuggets and fries after our wedding. And if we do it every year, he - ”

“She.”

“Might do it with his kids, and then our grandkids will have this sweet story about how grandma and grandpa always got McDonald’s on their anniversary every year, just like on their first date.”

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“You know what they say,” you said in a sing-song tone, “happy wife, happy life.”

“I’ll think about it.” You grinned, knowing that you’d won. The rest of the drive was passed in comfortable silence, the soft music on the radio and the road noise nearly lulling you to sleep.

Jake glanced at you from the driver’s seat and smiled as your eyes closed, head lolling against the headrest. He knew it wouldn’t take long for you to fall asleep, not after finally getting some food in your stomach and the emotional day. You were lucky if you made it past 7:30PM most nights, and it was already closer to 9:00PM. He stole a sip of your Sprite, smiling every time the light caught on his wedding band.

It felt strange to have something on that finger again. It would take some time to get used to it, but it felt right from the moment you’d put it on his finger when you’d gone shopping. The fact that you’d worried about the metal type in case he got into an accident at work - if they’d be able to remove it from his finger safely and quickly - had taken him off guard. When he saw your father’s gold wedding band, scratched and dented from years of working as a jet engine mechanic and government quality assurance inspector, he understood where the concern came from. You’d already ordered him a silicone band for when he flew.

As the hotel came into view half an hour later, Jake debated continuing to drive so you would stay asleep. But as he stopped at a light, you inhaled deeply and woke. Blinking at the city lights, you gave him a confused look. “That was fast.” Chuckling, he squeezed your thigh and turned into the parking lot. After grabbing your bags from the backseat, he took your hand and led you into the lobby, unable to keep from smiling when the man greeted you as Mr. and Mrs. Seresin.

“Come on, darlin’,” he said softly as the elevator stopped at your floor. You lifted your head off his shoulder as he led you into the hallway, pulling you to a stop outside your room. You quickly raised a hand to stifle a yawn, blinking away the tears in your eyes. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“No,” you whined while he opened the door and ushered you inside. “We’re gonna have hot, married people sex. And then bed.”

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Seresin.”

“That’s right.” Turning, you ran your hands up his chest to wrap around his collar, tugging so he leaned down to kiss you. Jake kicked the door shut, one hand fumbling for the light switch while the other closed on your hips as he backed you further into the room. You shifted your attention to the buttons of his coat, undoing them and tugging his undershirt from his pants. He quickly shrugged off the coat and tossed it onto the desk chair as you worked on his golden belt buckle.

“Hey, hey, hey, slow down,” he said, catching your hands. “We’ve got all night.” Huffing, you toed off your heels before burying your face in his chest.

“Jake?”

“Darlin’?”

“Would you be upset if we had hot, married people sex tomorrow?” Laughing, he held you tight, swaying slightly.

“No, I won’t be upset. You and Peanut had a long day, Mama, and we’ve got the rest of our lives to have hot, married people sex.”

You hummed, a tired smile crossing your lips as you mumbled, “It was a perfect day.”

“Absolutely perfect,” he agreed, slowly pulling your dress zipper down. “Now, let’s get comfortable and call it a night.”

Jake folded your dress and his uniform while you washed your face and stood beside you as you both brushed your teeth. Once in bed, you pulled him on top of you, but he stubbornly refused to do anything more than trade kisses after you pulled away to yawn again. Chuckling, he turned you onto your side, pressing his chest to your back. Threading his fingers through yours, Jake smiled when your wedding rings slid against each other before he tucked them against your stomach.

“Night, husband,” you mumbled, snuggling into his embrace.

“Night, wife,” he replied. He felt your breathing slow and thought you’d fallen asleep until you spoke again.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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Author's Note: They're married! I'll be honest, I didn't expect to write that when I sat down to write the chapter. Thought it was going to be them arguing about the nursery and all the things that needed to be done to prep for him leaving. But Jake and Darlin' had their own ideas! There is so much legal stuff that has to be taken care of before he deploys, and Jake wants to ensure that his little family is taken care of. Had to bring in things from their first date, like fries in the car and the flowers he bought her. Oh, and the cowboy hat rule 😉 🤠 Jake definitely enforced that once Coyote left.

The McDonald's anniversary part is actually my parent's story. Every March 3rd, everyone in my family goes to McDonald's and gets chicken nuggets and fries to celebrate my parent's anniversary because that's what they stopped to get after their wedding. My parents love joking that it's their fancy date night. And the tradition works, because they'll be married 40 years in March! They renegotiate their marriage contract every year, so you can say I drew quite a bit of inspiration from them for this fic.

While it's not super important, this is the dress I had in mind while writing the story. The model is not indicative of how I picture Darlin'.

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submariini · 6 months

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Thee Antwerp Gig Overview (by #5)

me and @jeevm arrived around 7:50am at the gig, numbers 4 and 5 bc belgians simply are not a queuing people. not much happened beside chaotic uno and trix doing a short interview with us seven? i think at that point i forget

the bus arrived a little before ten am, and we were allowed to sit inside at that point so we just all went outside again and just stood there for a whole ass three hours being clowns.

jaakko, jukka and jesse walked by a few times entirely undisturbed bc belgians also do not talk ever. (and dutch ppl ig). respectful times.

eventually, at around one, Häärijä got off the bus (mostly as a distraction for K going the other way). This man came by like proper we thought he was gonna just walk by, but he waved and then decided to ignore everyone and beeline straight into my direction for a hug? hello? unsure how he still knows what i look like (was not in the yellow tshirt yet bc cold and he hasnt seen me since simerock).

K and Jesse came by as well -- please note at this point there were like goddamn 40 people there. Nothing like the Munich papal visit scenes at any point.

K just the nicest. Didn't remember me from simerock (fair, it was a factory of photographs) and was like wtf rollo (as per ushe), complimented my boots bc he likes them (they are r+ but usually kids sizes) and i got to be "mean" abt the r+ ticket sale and the bus making it stressful. When he asked it I wanted him to sign anything, I didn't have anything and he just offered to sign my boots? Man did not expect the clown to clown communication that was happening bc he seemed very oh god for real when I agreed.

Someone gave him a necklace and instantly wanted to put it on. The person who gave it couldn't fasten it bc nails/shaking hands so I offered to try and then idk how it got fastened bc christ I shook as well. Not helpful: Mikke both filming that and the boot signing up close 😭

Told Jesse he told me at simerock that I should just join the tour bus and he went "yeah that sounds like something I would say." then scolded me for not having been in Berlin for that 😭

H wandered back and forth a bit, had another weird football chat (rip hazards career) where I was sitting on a little wall, back to the bus still at that point, and he just leaned into me turning around and just held my shoulders the entire time? When I got sweaty and took my hoodie off later he also suddenly grabbed my tshirt when it was riding up I am Feeling Fine.

Was wearing the yellow tshirt w the cross stitch and he made me turn to show Jesse??? And Jesse did the nicest "wait can I touch this?" bc I guess he thought it would be fragile???

People formed a nice selfie line and K just said he's santa claus 🎅

H vanished, then came back out of the bus, and we had a weird mime moment bc I wasnt sure if he was motioning at me to get to him away from the rest. He was and I got fucking free merch??? Like free, not yet available merch. Genuinely what the FUCK. Im making an extra post abt this most likely bc I cannot explain what the hell happened in that moment and the things around it.

When Mikke did the interview w the first queuer, H just stood behind the glass door into the venue and started miming at us. Like not even properly in character? Help.

Gig

Jesus Belgian audiences proving once again we just Are like that. Refusing to goddamn shut up. Every time. Man disallowed to banter by loud belgian screaming. He seemed so touched though jesus christ time to cry

Got roasted for basically slut dropping and shooting my Häärijä sign up in the air before Mic Mac. "yes that mean fucking häärijä" local man fed up w my antics.

Got roasted AGAIN straight after Mic Mac because I was the person he pointed at during the "this is your home now" bit. (promptly decided diving behind the barrier and Face In Hands was the best reply)

Mild bit before the 2nd Cha Cha Cha as I was the front row person he called out for not sitting down. Just yelled that I got bad knees and I'm not sure anyone caught his reply properly 😂

Overall 10/10 excellent gig what the HELL. The belly flop on the balloon, the whole banter before paidaton bc so much of the queue ppl I was with took their shirt off, the way we refused to kept chanting, him trying to eat the bubbles, him talking about Hs dick and the whole balls convo??

Post Gig

Had to pick up merch for a few people, so went with the hope of a third Häärijä hug. He eventually got a bit held up outside of merch by people (lit at the door into the merch room) and I got to just "Sorry it's me again" but he just instantly hug. We talked a little about the gig (did I like it, how I was doing) and like K feeling much better/doing better ft. some dumb crap.

Merch was in fact gotten after I just LOST my friends bc of H.

CANNOT wait for London. and Glasgow but thats with normal people. Like met so many fun people in the queue who are going to be at London jesus christ. Party time.

#käärijä #häärijä #ed.txt #straight up lets GO

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mysticaldeanvoidhorse · 2 months

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Together Always

Gally x Reader

The Maze Runner

Part 2

You had been there a week, and had spent a few days at each job trying to figure out what you would do. Today was the day you would be working with the builders. You couldn’t help but be nervous, not knowing if you were any good at it but mostly hoping you would be able to impress Gally, or at least not embarrass yourself in front of him. You had found that you wanted to impress him more than the others and though it was early, you knew you were having feelings for this particular Keeper. You knew that wasn’t a good thing, knowing it wasn’t a good idea to have feelings for any of the boys but especially this one; mainly because you knew he would never feel the same. He was so closed off and hardly seemed to notice you even existed. However that would change since he would be overseeing you today.

At breakfast, you went to sit next to Newt, who quickly became your closest friend. You realized everyone liked him and you weren’t surprised at all.

“Hey Newt,” You greeted, sitting down across from him.

“Hey Y/N, ready to try out a new task?” He asked.

“Not really, I feel like I will somehow mess up” You laughed, trying to hide your nerves. The truth was you weren't nervous about any other task, knowing if it wasn’t a fit you would find something else. This particular task had more at stake.

“You’ll be fine, besides Gally won’t let you do anything too stupid. He is pretty good at making sure everyone stays safe.” As if appearing out of nowhere, Gally had just shown up.

“Talking about me, Newt?” You quickly turned to see him standing next to you.

“Yep, just reassuring your mentee that you won’t let her screw up too badly.” You shot him a bored look.

“Nah, I’ll make sure she doesn’t hurt anyone. Mostly worried she will hurt herself.” You couldn’t tell if he was completely joking or not.

“Hey, I am not that bad!” You faked being hurt.

“Guess we will see.” Gally smirked at you. His intense stare still had you weak in the knees and you were glad you were sitting down already.

“Guess you will have to keep a close eye on her.” Newt said, though you were too busy to see him and Minho exchange a knowing look.

“I guess so.” Gally said, not breaking eye contact.

After breakfast Gally had brought you to the worksite that was surprisingly farther away from the main area than you had expected.

“We will start with something small. Do you know how to use a hammer?”

“Honestly, I don’t remember ever using one, but I think I have the main idea.” You wanted to be honest, but also didn’t want to look dumb.

“Cool, well, take this nail, and hammer these two boards together.” You grabbed the hammer.

“Are you going to watch me do it?” You asked, when he folded his arms and stared at you.

“Yes.” Was all he replied. You just rolled your eyes and did as he asked.

“How did I do, boss?” You said sarcastically, knowing you had done a decent job. Afterall, it wasn’t rocket science.

“Just making sure you’re competent.” He said, grabbing the hammer from you.

“Wow, with compliments like that you might make a girl swoon.” You joked. He just stared blankly at you. “Geeze, tough crowd.” You said lightheartedly.

“Follow me, we will work on something a little harder.”

“Sounds good.” You said, following him. You wanted to be his friend at the very least and you could tell you weren't off to a great start. You would just stick to talking only when necessary.

The rest of the morning went well, and you were proud of what you were able to do. Lunchtime came and you walked over with the rest of the builders, minus Gally. He continued to finish what he was working on. You admired his work ethic.

“How did the morning go?” Newt asked once he sat next to you.

“Not too bad, I haven’t created any major calamities yet.” You joked and he laughed.

“I don’t think Gally likes me that much though.” You confessed and he looked at you surprised.

“Why do you say that?”

“I think I am a nice person” You started.

“Obviously.”

“But I don’t think my jokes or efforts to reach out are well received.” Newt seemed to think about that.

“Why do you think that?”

“Well he just seems like he tolerates me at best, and seems like he can’t get away from me fast enough. So I just decided to not talk so much. Just do what I am told.”

“I think he just doesn’t know what to say. He has always been a little awkward like that, but especially with a girl around his whole personality changes. He isn’t a bad guy he just is rough around the edges and you are trying to break those walls down.. I don't think he knows what to do with that.” You thought about that.

“I guess that makes sense. I just don’t want him to not like me.”

“And why is that?” He gave you a knowing look.

“What do you mean by that?” You asked a little too defensively.

“It just seems like you are trying hard to be on his good side.”

“Well of course. He is my boss for the day so I want to make a good impression.” You reasoned.

“Well I don’t think that is your problem.”

“Then what is?” Before he could reply, you saw Gally walking up to the food line, subconsciously grabbing his shirt to wipe his face. You were not upset by the glimpse of his abs he granted you with the action.

“You okay Y/N? Looks like you got a little drool there.” Minho teased you. You turned red.

“Shut up Minho.”

“Oh someone is a little defensive,” he joked.

“It’s just because you didn’t give me the same show, so I had to look elsewhere.” You joked.

“I know you are in love with me, I am sorry I am driving you into the arms of another man.” He faked seriousness. You gagged causing Newt to laugh.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in the maze?” You asked.

“Yes, but Alby needed something today so I am here, lucky you.”

“You’re a runner right?” He nodded. “So run along then.” You rolled your eyes.

“Sounds like you are annoying our Greenie here.” Gally said behind you. Shuck this boy was more stealthy than you would like.

“Nah, she can’t get enough of me.” Minho joked.

“Not convincing.” Gally said, sitting next to you. You were not upset that he had taken to sitting next to you since you arrived. At least that was what you let yourself think since you couldn’t be sure he didn’t always sit here before you arrived.

“More like I get too much of this guy.” You said to Gally. He smirked.

“Ouch, that really hurts. And you just said you were in love with me.”

“When did I ever say that?” You deadpanned.

“Well, when you were ogling Gally, you said it was only because - ouch!” Newt hit him. Your eyes went wide. Gally turned to you.

“What is he talking about?” A look of amusement on his face.

“Do I ever know what he is saying?” You played off, not able to keep looking at him.

“That’s true.” He said, not entirely convinced.

“Minho just saw you with your shirt lifted and tried to play it off as me looking and not the fact that he was checking you out himself.” You joked.

“Well that makes more sense. I knew Minho had less than honorable intentions towards me.” You stopped and looked at him.

“Was that a joke? Did I actually hear your joke?” He gave a sheepish smile.

“I guess so.”

“Well I am glad that you are finally able to joke around me. I thought I was annoying you with my sense of humor.” You said half seriously. He leaned over slightly.

“Not at all, I enjoy it actually. I just don’t always know how to respond. No one is as happy and lighthearted as you, it is something to get used to.” You just looked at him. “I don’t mean that as a bad thing” He said quickly. “I just am not a funny guy, not like Minho or even Newt.” He said the last part a little bit harsher.

“You don’t have to be. Then you wouldn’t be Gally.” You smiled at him and he smiled back. “Besides, I am just glad that I haven’t freaked you out.”

“Did you think you had?” He asked.

“Well, kinda. I mean, whenever I joke around, you just look at me like I have grown two heads so I thought you figured I was crazy.” You played with the food on your plate, hoping to hide your nerves.

“There’s something different about you.”

“Well I am not a guy, there’s that.” He rolled his eyes.

“Obviously. Besides that. You are so refreshing around here. You are a light in the dark…” He trailed off.

“You think so?” You prodded, softly.

“You’re pretty great, Y/N.” You took a moment to stare into his eyes. He was so beautiful it hurt.

“But that can’t be a shock, everyone here likes you a lot. A little too much” He slightly frowned at the last part.

“I’m just glad you like me.” He looked at you, trying to find a lie but he didn't and wouldn’t.

“Yea- yeah. You’re a good friend.” He smiled and backed away slightly. You tried to not be hurt. You should just be glad at how much he opened up to you just now. He may never feel the same, but at least you knew he didn’t hate you. Progress.

After lunch you went back to work, and you ended up helping some other builders while Gally got called away. You found that though you weren’t incredibly strong, having smaller hands and being able to fit into tighter spaces helped in more ways than you thought. However, that got you into more dangerous scenarios, like the one you found yourself in. There was an old building that needed a plank fixed and there weren’t any ladders nearby. So to help you were ‘volun-told’ to get up onto a 2x4 and reach awkwardly to try and fix the beam. As long as you didn’t overreach you would be fine. You wanted to help and show them that you could do whatever they could, if not more since you were the only one small enough to reach. You took a deep breath and climbed up. It wasn’t incredibly high, but if you fell, it would hurt. You managed to stay focused, asking for the tools you would need from one of the boys behind you. You were almost finished when you heard it.

“What the shuck is going on here?” Uh oh. Gally.

“She could fit, it needed to be fixed.”

“Not that way! No one should be up there like that, especially her!” You quickly finished and handed the tools back to whoever would quickly take them. Gally came up under you.

“What are you doing?” He half yelled.

“Trying to fix this beam.” You told him as calmly as you could.

“Why are you on a flimsy board and not a ladder? That shuck thing won’t hold you. Get. Down. Now!” He sounded panicked.

“It’s okay Gally, I am finished, I am getting down now.” You tried to tell him reassuringly, but because you were distracted your foot got caught and you slipped. You managed to stay right side up, holding onto the board. Shuck it, the only way down was to let go. So you did. You expected it to hurt, but you landed in some strong arms. Looking up you saw it was Gally. You couldn’t appreciate being in his arms because his face was fuming. If steam could come out of his ears it would.

“Are you shucking kidding me?” He wasn’t really asking.

“Gally, I am sorry but I thought I could fix it quickly.”

“I don’t need to hear excuses. You should never have been up there in the first place. On a flimsy board, not even tied down, no ladder. What were you thinking?”

“I fixed it, I am okay, I-” But he cut you off.

“You weren’t thinking. Use that shuck head of yours, you could have gotten yourself killed!”

“I wouldn’t have died, Gally. At worst, a broken arm or something, but that didn’t happen.” You tried to remain calm but your patience was wearing thin.

“That’s because I caught you. You need to think! You are smarter than that.” He said the last part no longer yelling. It was at this moment you both realized that he was still holding you tightly. He slightly released his grip but not enough to let you move away. “Are you hurt?” He asked.

“No. And the beam is fixed.” He didn’t say anything, just kept looking at you with those beautiful eyes. After a second, “Everything is fine. The beam is fine, I am fine. You are fine, right?” You asked after a second, putting your hand on his chest. His heart was beating fast still, but he had calmed down slightly.

“You’re asking if I am alright? After you fell?” He asked incredulously. You just shrugged.

“I could have hurt you, and you seemed pretty upset. Just checking you are okay too.” He couldn’t seem to process that. He just nodded once. “Okay, well I am going to let you calm down and put away my stuff.” You pushed him back slightly and he held onto you for a second before releasing you. It was quitting time and you wanted to be anywhere but there. You didn’t know what just happened, but you didn't like being yelled at by Gally, especially in front of everyone after doing him a favor.

After you walked away, Gally knew he messed up. He was really concerned and he didn’t know where these feelings came from. And it scared him. But what scared him most was the idea that you could have gotten hurt. And it would have been his fault, on his watch. And he would never forgive himself for that. But he yelled at you and he hated himself for it. His feelings for you were intense and they scared him. He just hoped he hadn’t scared you away.

#the maze runner #the scorch trials #the death cure #tmr gally #TMR #TMR fanfiction #gally maze runner #gally x y/n #gally x you #gally x reader #gally imagine #together always

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happysadyoyo · 7 months

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Once again, this is @pillowspace's AU that I'm kinda going AWOL with. I just want to make something a little more cheerful after leaving Y/N struggling to get home last night.

Clone AU is being a bit prickly, but I think that's mostly cause I want to draw for it rn and I'm still in the throes of color separations whenever I have a spare moment on my tablet. But that'll be done soonish I think? By the end of the week for sure because I need to start making my mylar sheets soon.

Time Loop whump fic will likely be pecked away at throughout the day to deal with school stress. This is just a quick palette cleanser since to me HD Y/N is a bit in the middle personality-wise.

TL is a lot more extraverted and kind, and Clone is the one most likely to cause the DCA to experience the first animatronic heart attack if they ever spoke because every other word would be fuck. HD is one of those people who recognizes the struggle they're in, but they can also find the good moments and appreciate them all the more while giving the bird to everything making life actively harder for them and their little brother.

"You sure you're fine." Gretchen sounds doubtful, but you smile and keep working.

"Positive. Look, nothing really happened in the grand scheme of things, right? I'm not hurt."

"Your hand is bruised, and you had to cancel your cards," Gretchen says, and to prove a point, she grabs your hand.

You flinch, pulling back. "I made it home in one piece and nothing really valuable got stolen," you reply archly, shoving the last of the books towards your friend. "Go put these away. I need to check the computer room to make sure no one needs help."

"This conversation isn't over," Gretchen warns, even as she pushes the cart away. The library is fairly quiet at this point in the day, early in the afternoon, before school is let out and you all get inundated with kids and teens looking to kill a couple hours before their parents get home. It's the perfect time to make sure everything is clean and ready for kids to play.

The computer room is actually pretty quiet, though there is one brightly colored splotch of a person in the corner. You can hear them tapping slowly at the keyboard as you check each computer, wiping things down and logging out of a couple accounts. Eventually, you've made it to the corner with the stranger, struck by just how tall they are.

"Is everything all right?" you ask brightly.

"O-oh!" The stranger is clearly startled, so you take an extra step back, just for safety. "Yes, sorry. I think we, I, signed up for an hour? Has time. passed that fast?"

"No, sorry. There's a timer in the corner, here." You tap at the monitor helpfully. "I didn't mean to confuse you. I just wanted to know if you needed any help."

The stranger doesn't reply, instead fidgeting with what you're guessing is a scarf around their face. "Is your hand okay?" They ask, and you quickly withdraw it, tucking it close to your chest. "I don't mean to pry. It just looks painful."

"Ah, well." You grimace, remembering that Gretchen is going to be on you the moment she's done with her returns. It's easier to hide in the computer room, and besides, what's the likelihood this stranger will talk to her? You decide to sit, still achey from last night and exhausted from a lack of sleep. "I was mugged last night."

"You were what?" The horror in their voice is less grating than it was with your friend, and when you smile, it just feels tired, not forced. "You can't possibly be okay after that!"

"I kind of have to be. It's making some of my duties today a little harder though. I can't exactly balance heavy boxes with this hand, and my coworkers are sweet, but if I don't do my work, I think they're going to send me home." You curl and uncurl your hand slowly, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from grimacing. "And I need the money, so. Here we are, you know?"

"Here we are," they agree, a bit distractedly. They pecked at the computer a little longer, apparently thinking as they suddenly turn back to you. "I can help you move those boxes. I-if you'd like I mean."

"Oh?" You pause, thinking. "Oh, uh. Sure! If you're sure that is. I --- yeah, it'd be really helpful, but you don't have to. You signed up for the computer and oh fuck, I've just started spilling my guts out to you."

They flinch when you curse, muttering something in the middle of your rambling before holding up one gloved (gloves indoors?) hand. "It's all right. We, I, like to help. Just point us in the right direction."

"Okay," you saw, drawing the word out until it's more a sound than a word. "You can help this time. But I'm going to have to do something in return."

"That's not really---"

"Nuh uh," you interrupt, wagging a finger (from the unbruised hand), in front of their face. "Fair's fair, and if you're helping me, I'm helping you. Consider this a rain check."

"Fine," they say, turning to log out of the computer. When they stand, you feel very, very small. "Lead the way, Mx. Librarian."

"That's Librarian Clerk to you," you say, a little teasingly. You do take point, walking through the library to where you and Gretchen had packed away the Halloween decorations. "And what do I call you?"

"Sun," they say, and they take the first of three boxes without so much as a grunt of exertion. Tall and strong. If you were a lesser person, you would be jealous. Maybe you are anyway.

"Sun," you repeat, and it's an unusual name for this unusual not-quite-a-stranger. You lead them towards the back, fiddling with your keys to find the one for the storage closet. "It's very nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too."

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To Rebuild A Home - Chapter One

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Warnings: death mention, food mention, anxiety and negative thoughts. Edited by: @winterwynd

Also available on Ao3 here.

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“Okay, let me get one more for your grandparents. Big smile!”

Patton was awarded another cheesy grin as he took another photo of Thomas. “Darn.” He cursed under his breath when a pop up announced that the memory card was full and would not allow any more pictures unless he deleted a couple.

Patton had even broken out the proper camera for the occasion, much better than the blurry phone.

He really had to upload the images to a computer or get them printed. It was something he had been putting off for quite some time though, as he knew the camera contained some of the last ever snapshots of his wife.

“Oh well,” Patton said, returning the lens cap. “We got a lot of great photos!”

He was just sad that he hadn’t been able to get any of Virgil and Thomas together before Virgil had bolted out the front door.

“I wanna see, please and thank you!” Thomas insisted, making a grab for the camera but Patton held it just out of reach.

“Later kiddo,” he chuckled. “It’s time to go into class now.”

Even though Patton was the one who said it, the words still cut through him like a knife. His youngest child, his smallest baby, was about to start kindergarten.

He could feel the tears coming on.

“Actually.. Thomas, are you sure you want to go to school this year?” Patton said. He had no issues holding Thomas back if it meant he got to have more time with him.

Miss López, Thomas’s teacher, wandered over at that moment, seeming to be no stranger to the nervous parent. “Don’t worry Mr. Sanders,” she said. ‘Thomas and I are sure to have a great time, aren’t we?” she smiled at Thomas who nodded.

“Yeah!” Thomas said.

“It is time for him to head inside and join the other children now though,” Miss López told Patton gently.

“Okay.” Patton took a deep breath, the other tearful parents walking past were not helping. “Have a wonderful day, Thomas.” He bent down to hug his son. “I’ll be back to-”

“Bye, Daddy!” Thomas said and ran into his classroom.

Oh. Well, okay then.

Miss López giggled behind her hand. “Don’t take offense, Mr. Sanders,” she said. “I think adults have a much harder time adjusting than the children do.”

“It sure seems that way,” Patton said, straightening up. “I guess I’ll see you this afternoon Miss López.”

“Please call me Vanessa.”

“Okay, Vanessa,” Patton said. “Have a nice day.”

With my son…while I wallow in my sadness…

“You, too.”

Patton thought about those two words as he trudged back to his car. How was he supposed to have a pleasant day when his youngest son didn’t seem to care for his absence, and his eldest barely acknowledged his existence?

Truthfully though, it wasn’t Thomas he was concerned about. Patton knew that Thomas had just been excited to start school and he was sure that he still loved his dad, but Virgil on the other hand…

Patton could remember Virgil’s first day of kindergarten - how unlike Thomas he had been; a tiny ball of nerves clinging to his dad’s legs that had needed to be coaxed into the fray by his teacher.

Virgil had once relied so heavily on his dad for protection and comfort, but nowadays it felt as though they barely spoke to one another. It wasn’t for lack of effort on Patton’s part though, it was just that every attempt he made was met with contempt and resistance.

Patton slid into his car, wondering what he could do to repair the damage between himself and Virgil.

He sat idly for a while before coming to the conclusion that he should go visit his parents. With both kids in school, Patton had no desire to be alone today; besides, his folks were clever people, maybe they’d have a solution to his problem.

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“You have no idea how wonderful it is to have you home.” Patton’s father Ethan said as he handed over a cup of coffee. Patton definitely had some notion; one of the best things about moving back into his hometown was getting to reconnect with his family again.

“I missed you guys, too.” Patton said, and Ethan lightly patted his son’s cheek.

Harmony, Patton’s mother, was flipping through the photos on Patton’s camera with a wide smile on her face. “Thomas is so adorable,” she said. “Are you sure you don’t want me to print these for you?” “No,” Patton said. “I’ll get around to it, eventually.”

“Alright, dear.” Harmony sighed. “Such a shame you couldn’t get Virgil in any of them, but I suppose he’s going through his teenage rebellion stage, isn’t he?” Patton took a small sip of his coffee. “If you want to call it that,” he said. “I think it was because of me that he didn’t want his picture taken though.” If Thomas had asked then it would have been a different story; Virgil did just about anything Thomas requested of him.

“What do you mean?” Ethan asked.

“He’s just so angry at me,” Patton said. “I know he didn’t want us to move but I didn’t think he’d hate me for it. I thought he’d at least be excited to live closer to you both.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t hate you,” Harmony said soothingly. “You know what teens can be like.”

“This is different.” Patton was no stranger to Virgil’s teenage mood swings, but this animosity Virgil currently had towards his dad was something new entirely.

“Well,” Ethan began carefully. “He has been through something traumatic, more so than any of us could even begin to understand. Perhaps he is just struggling with those emotions and is unfairly lashing out at you.”

“Maybe.” Patton said, unconvinced.

“Have you thought about a therapist?” Harmony suggested.

Patton would be lying if he said that he hadn’t considered it, but he just couldn’t see Virgil bonding with a total stranger. “I don’t know,” he said. “He doesn’t really trust anyone these days, I don’t know if a therapist could get through to him.”

“It’s worth a shot.” Ethan said. “Tell you what, your mother and I will look around, see if we can find anybody we think is suitable and we’ll let you know, okay?”

“You don’t have to-”

“Patton, let us help.” Harmony said firmly. “You’re dealing with a lot too - navigating your own grief while getting the boys through theirs, you have to remember that you’re not alone in this.”

“In any case a therapist would be good for all three of you,” Ethan added.

Patton felt his shoulders sag - whether with relief or defeat, he wasn’t sure. “Okay,” he said. “Thank you.” As a parent himself, Patton was well aware that it was Harmony and Ethan’s duty to assist whenever they could, but he still sincerely appreciated it.

“No need for that,” Harmony said. “It’s what we’re here for.”

“There was something else I wanted to discuss with you,” Ethan said after a short pause. “Have you figured out what you’re planning to do for work?”

Patton exhaled slowly. That was a tough question.

Patton and his wife had previously owned a store together but after…. everything that had happened, he had sold it; the money he had received for it had been enough to buy his new house, but it also meant that he was without an ongoing source of income.

“I was thinking of going back to school.” Patton admitted. “Even though I know it isn’t possible, with the boys and needing some money in between.”

“School?” Harmony echoed. “As in veterinary school?”

Patton shrugged shyly. It was a pipe dream, of course, but ever since he was a child he had dreamed of being a veterinarian; unfortunately, becoming a father at a young age had forced him to drop out - and now that he was a single father those plans were to be put on hold perhaps indefinitely.

He’d never blame Virgil or Thomas, he loved his sons more than anything in the entire world, but sometimes he wished that he could be both; a great dad and a successful veterinarian.

However, he wasn’t sure he could be either these days.

Forcing himself out of his tangled web of a brain, Patton noticed his mother and father staring at each other with unreadable expressions on their faces. “Are you okay?” Patton said.

Harmony gave a small nod and Ethan shuffled forward, placing his hand over Patton’s. “Is that what you truly want?”

“I’d love it.”

“It would take a long time,” Ethan said, “and many sacrifices and effort on your part.”

Patton was unsure of what was happening, hadn’t he just said that he couldn’t afford to do it? “I know.”

“As long as you’re aware of that,” Ethan squeezed Patton’s hand comfortingly before letting go. “Then your mother and I will help you.”

It took some time for the words to fully sink in. Patton stared wordlessly at his father before he managed to blurt out, “what are you saying?”

“Look, I need some extra hands at the cafe,” Ethan said. “If you and Virgil work for me then Harmony and I will pay for you to go back to school and finish your degree - this way you can take time off whenever you need to and still pay the bills.”

“I’d also be happy to babysit Thomas whenever you need someone.” Harmony chimed in.

Patton felt tears stinging the corner of his eyes. Gosh, he loved them.

Patton had been Ethan and Harmony’s miracle; the only child they’d been able to conceive after years of trying, and due to that, he had always had an extremely close bond with his parents… but he was quite sure that he had never felt as grateful for them as he did in this moment.

“I can’t ask you to do that,” he said.

“You’re not asking,” Harmony replied. “We’re telling you.”

“But I-”

“Patton,” Ethan interjected kindly. “I know what it feels like to be passionate about something, almost like an itch you can’t scratch until you go after it.”

Patton knew that Ethan was telling the truth; his father’s biggest love had always been cooking. Ethan had worked as a chef for a long time - even opening a cafe in his later years - so it was possible that he knew better than anyone what Patton was feeling.

“You would be doing us a favor.” Harmony insisted. “Ethan would be able to be with me more often.”

“That’s a good point.” Ethan said, stroking his chin. “I have seen the way Herbert looks at you during bingo, if I’m at work too much then he might make his move and steal you away.”

Harmony snorted.

Patton watched them through watery eyes. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything.” Ethan smiled. “We just want to see you and our grandchildren happy again, that’s our biggest concern.”

Patton agreed with that.

Fixing his family was of the utmost importance to Patton and he had always thought that it had to start with Virgil…but maybe he had gotten it all wrong.

Maybe the best way Patton could repair their little trio was to start with mending himself.

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𝕊𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟

🍯ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤? 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣..🍯

𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖. 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕨𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖? 𝕆𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕡 𝕓𝕪…

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥 (𝕚𝕕𝕣𝕜)

This was your last summer before you had to leave for college. You only had 2 days before you had to go. Sadness took over you when you thought about leavingyour family, friends, but most of all, Jungwon. He had been your bestfriend since 1st grade. You still remember th3 first day you met. You were picking sunflower seeds for your grandmother when you saw a boy your age. He was making flower crowns. “Hi!” Your enthusiastic greeting scared the boy to death. “You can’t sneak up on people like that!” “Oh I’m sorry! I’m y/n!” The boy looked down at his flower crown, “Jungwon. My name is Jungwon.” He handed you the crown and shook your hand. “Wanna be friends?” “Yes! Let’s be best friends,” and the rest was history.

~Present time~

“Why do you have to leave me? You’re literally the only funny person in this town Sunny.” Ever since you guys were little, Jungwon has always called you sunny. “Because there are way more opportunities for me! Besides, don’t you want me to be successful,” The boy pouted, “Oh so I guess you want me to be homeless!” You dramatically stated as you plopped down on your bed next to him. Jungwon rested his head on your shoulder and sighed. “Will you at least visit frequently?” “If I can.” You knew this was going to happen as soon as you got accepted into the university, you just didn’t know it was going to be this hard.

The boy looked towards you, his saddened eyes scanning your face before pulling you into a hug. Tears threatened to escape your eyes, and it felt like a large lump was in your throat. You wrapped your arms around him, Not wanting to see all your packed up belongings, you buried your head into his neck. The hug lasted for about 30 seconds before he pulled away. “Enough of this mushy gushy stuff! Let’s at least go some where before I leave Sunny,” He sounded like he was about to break down in tears and you could tell. You nodded and followed him downstairs to his car.

You loved car rides like these. You looked out the window, admiring in the beautiful scene. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with a kaleidoscopic display of luminous colors. Though keeping his eyes on the rode, he just couldn’t help but look at you. You looked so beautiful. The sun was perfectly hitting your rose tinted cheeks, and enhancing your beautiful dirt-brown eyes.

you started realizing where he was driving to. He was taking you to the sunflower field you guys met in. “Oh my gosh, this brings me way back Won!” “Yeah I thought we should spend our last moments together in the place we met.” He chuckled and got out of the car, walking to your side and opening your door. “You’re such a gentlemen.” You smiled “my pleasure sunny.” Walking out the car you took in the view once again. Nostalgia hit you. You couldn’t believe you weren’t 6 anymore. “Come here let me show you something.” Jungwon grabbed your hand and led you to a rock in the middle of the field. He sat on the rock and patted it, insinuating you to come sit as well.

“Y/n, we’ve been best friends since we were young. I really enjoyed all the time we’ve spent together. I like you. I-I really really really like you.” You looked at Jungwon, “Wonnie I like-“ before you could finish your sentence his lips connected to yours. It was sweet and sincere. You’ve kissed many boys before but this one was different, You felt love. Before you would run out of oxygen you pulled away. He was flustered even though he made the first move. “Before you interrupted me.. I like you too Wonnie!” You giggled and hugged him. “Also here, I made this a couple of days ago.” He placed a beautiful sunflower crown on top of your head.

“You look so pretty Sunny.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ omg first official fic! It’s probably not the best but I will take CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM (not insults I will block ur ass.) hopefully yall like it lol. 💞💞💞

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(2/5) The Starmaker's Daughter (Fan Fiction based on Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett)

II: The Star Child

Flat above A.Z. Fell and Co. Bookshop, Soho, London

Crowley heard the murmur of Aziraphale and Muriel's voices downstairs as he buttoned his dark shirt and ran a hand through his mussed red hair, smirking to himself even as warmth shivered through him at the remembered feel of his angel's hands twisting through his hair. He licked his lips, savoring the subtle flavor of his angel's skin still lingering there...

He sighed, wondering if Aziraphale would be too annoyed if he frightened Muriel off. After all, they had been busy...

Probably would.

Besides, he doubted the former Scrivenor frightened all that easily, these days. They'd faced down the Legions of the Damned with the humans, after all. Muriel was made of tougher stuff than that innocent air gave them credit for.

Still... Crowley didn't grab his shades on his way back downstairs.

"Right. What's going on?" He asked as he sauntered over and draped himself on the arm and back of Aziraphale's chair, leaning in with the intention of kissing Aziraphale. He stopped dead, barely daring to breathe, when he saw what his angel held.

"What the Heaven...?" He stared at the tiny baby who was gurgling and cooing up at Aziraphale. "Angel, that's... Where did that baby come from?"

His angel looked up at him with a soft, excited smile. "That's quite the mystery, from what Muriel's been telling me. This little darling somehow ended up in Heaven, all alone. They've been explaining they brought it here for us to help."

"Her," Crowley muttered as the baby looked up at him with the brightest green eyes he'd ever seen, and he couldn't help the thought that those eyes were exactly the shade that would come of mixing his own yellow with his angel's beautiful cerulean eyes. He could feel the tentative power of her soul, firmly staking her place in the world as an unequivocal she.

Well, now. Looked like someone already had a penchant for the dramatic.

He chuckled to himself, reaching out without thought to stroke a finger down one chubby infant cheek. Soft. The baby instantly laughed and reached for him. Taken aback by the instant acceptance, he looked to Aziraphale, searching for reassurance.

"Go on," Aziraphale said gently, showing him how to hold the baby securely. He would have to ask his angel how he knew so much about babies, later.

Right now, he cradled the tiny infant to his chest and looked down into her eyes. He barely managed to smother his gasp of shock at the familiar, star-shaped pupils, and the deep, twinkling starlight reflected in her eyes. Clamping down on his growing certainty, he managed to keep his tone nonchalant as he glanced between his beloved angel and Muriel. "Where did you find her, again?"

"H-Heaven," Muriel stammered, clearly still intimidated by the full force of his eyes.

"And you've no idea how she got there?"

Muriel shook their head.

"What are you thinking, Crowley?" Aziraphale was looking at him with that gleam in his eye, again – the one he always got right before he declared something a mystery in need of solving.

"I'm thinking I bloody well want to know when she showed up, to start."

"Ummm..." Muriel's face twisted in thought. "A couple of hours ago, I guess."

Crowley's gaze softened further, and he cradled the baby girl close. He knew it. From the moment he looked into her eyes, he knew. Looking up, he caught the raw, achingly gentle love in his angel's eyes, and managed a rasping, "You feel it, too."

Aziraphale merely smiled, before turning his attention back to Muriel to ask questions about goings on in Heaven. That smile was enough, though. Over the last year, they'd taken communication to a level of intimacy he'd once never imagined it could go. Aziraphale's smile said his angel had taken one look at the baby's eyes and seen the same thing he had.

Dipping his head as he instinctively swayed in place, Crowley nuzzled the baby's cheek, breathing in a scent that whispered from memories he barely remembered -- the soft scent of a new star. He stopped in surprise as he brushed over a patch of downy-soft skin that was different from the rest -- a silky-rough texture he knew very well. He pulled his head back slightly and focused his gaze where he felt it, just below her left ear, even as the baby cooed and giggled, her tiny fingers patting against his face. His breath stuttered to a stop as his attention caught on a mark -- a perfectly heart-shaped patch of skin shimmering like a pink-hued rainbow under the bookshop's dim golden lights. Scales. Like new skin after a shed.

A birthmark made of scales. Eyes a perfect shade of green, with tiny, star-shaped pupils. Silky curls of strawberry-blonde hair. And now scales...

He drew in a startled breath, shakiness rattling through him, despite everything he already felt. Crowley sank back down to his perch on the arm of Aziraphale's chair, leaning heavily into the warm support of his angel's side as he broke into the conversation with, "Where?"

The warmth of Aziraphale's hand fell on his leg with a gentle, understanding squeeze. "What's that, love?"

Crowley's attention fixed on Muriel, instead, as something feral and protective -- like what he felt for his angel, only different in a way he couldn't yet explain -- rose within him, his grasp tightening infinitesimally around the warm, happily squirming bundle he held to his chest. "Where did you find her?"

Muriel flinched this time, looking uncertain. "The... starlight chamber?"

"Are you asking, or telling?" But he already knew, didn't he? Crowley didn't need the answer that wavered out of the nervous angel's mouth next.

"T-telling. We heard her. Everyone heard her. When I... when I went in there, the starlight was doing something weird, and I found... well, I found the baby." Their gaze went to Aziraphale. "I didn't mean to go in there, Mr. Fell! I promise. Only, it's just, the baby..."

Aziraphale was smiling kindly at them, saying something about them having done the right thing. Crowley wasn't listening anymore. His attention was back on the baby. The child created from a star he once created from the whispers of his own heart for another. A child created on the exact anniversary of those hearts' return to the chamber that housed his creation, at a moment when those hearts were in perfect union. A child created in Heaven's most holy sanctum, by the ineffable, perfect union of an angel and a demon.

"Our daughter," he whispered the benediction to the now-yawning infant, lifting one of her tiny hands in his to kiss her little fingers. He couldn't begin to describe the awe coursing through him as he studied her features -- that adorable little nose that was definitely Aziraphale's, the stubbornly angled chin that was all him, and the sleepy green eyes and strawberry-blonde hair that was the perfect blend of both of them.

He'd never imagined such a perfect creature could ever exist.

The sound of a door closing pulled his attention away from the baby, to watch Aziraphale turn from the door and cross back toward him, shaking his blond head as if he wasn't quite sure what to make of the events of the morning, so far.

"Well," the angel said softly as he came to a stop before Crowley, looking down at the baby now dozing in Crowley's arms. "This is an interesting turn of events."

Crowley cocked one eyebrow at him. "You know, don't you?"

A gentle, indulgent smile whispered across his angel's face as he leaned to press a kiss to Crowley's forehead, his hand resting lightly on the blanket-wrapped baby. "From the moment Muriel handed her to me."

"Then why the look like you just found a mystery you wanted to solve?"

Aziraphale chuckled. "Because we do have a mystery to solve. I don't know how this happened."

Crowley cocked him another look. "You really don't?"

"I really don't. That's not how the starlight chamber is supposed to work. It creates stars, not angels, Crowley. You know that."

Crowley chuckled, careful to keep his voice low so as not to disturb their sleeping daughter. "Half-angels. And I know that starlight better than you. I made it."

"I'm well aware of that, Crowley." A hint of annoyance flashed in Aziraphale's blue eyes, before being swept away by an overpowering wash of love.

"From a piece of my own heart."

"Oh?" Aziraphale sounded vaguely confused for a moment, before understanding crept over his face. "Oh!"

"You said when you became Supreme Archangel of all Heaven..."

"I spent a lot of time in there," Aziraphale admitted in a murmur. "It helped me feel close to you. But, Crowley, why now? It's been a year since we were there, together."

"Exactly. One year ago, today. And..." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and glanced toward the upper floor of the bookshop.

Aziraphale looked perplexed for a second, before he flushed the most charming shade of pink clear to the roots of his white-blond hair. "Oh."

"Yeah... oh." Crowley dropped his gaze to the sleeping baby. "She needs a name. Names are important."

"Shouldn't we let her decide? What if she doesn't like what we pick?"

Crowley shrugged carefully. "She can always change it later, if she doesn't like it. But we've gotta call her something. People will look at us odd if we just go around calling her 'the baby', won't they?"

Aziraphale chuckled. "I imagine we'll get some odd looks, anyway."

"You think?"

"Well, I don't think it's typical among humans to just turn up one morning with a random baby, without people having a lot of questions."

Crowley scowled, those same protective feelings of a few moments ago rising within him again. "She's not a random baby, angel. She's ours."

"Indeed, she is," Aziraphale murmured, his expression tender. "Indeed, she is."

#good omens #good omens fandom #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #azicrow #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale #ineffable spouses #crowley #fanfic #go fanfic #good omens 3

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Anomaly Found: Alt B̶̨̲̯̥̳̱̌͘r̶̡̖̞̓̋͊̀̑͊̔ͅo̸̦͕̮̗̅̀̅̄͘͜͠͠ḑ̵̛̲̰̋̄͠y̴͙̼͎̥͔͐̑̾͋́̽

Masterpost | More Swapboys

This is a continuation of Alt’s Transition technically so make sure you read that first if you haven’t!

AN: This fic contains medical whump but is not super descriptive when it comes to operations! It also is not scientific what so ever and deals with magic-science bullshit! So don’t take it too seriously lol

This also introduces the Swapboys equilviant to IRIS! And a new character I’ve been very excited about! Enjoy :)

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Something was wrong. Alt didn’t know what yet but… something was wrong.

At first, the spell seemed to have been working just fine! When he woke up again He felt amazing, he felt strong, he felt right. He felt like he could take on the world- could take on Bro Fantastic himself!

But Magnificent told him to be patient and continue to rest. So the day passed by miserably slow… but at least he got extra cuddles with Glitches. It was so much nicer to cuddle with her now… no extra flesh getting in the way of her laying on his chest.

As night fell though… Alt started feeling strange. The room was wavering in front of him. It was too hot- yet also too cold. A fever…? His limbs felt like static- like something was stealing the strength from his muscles without his permission. He pushed himself up and felt a wave of dizziness nearly knock him over. What the hell?

Did Mag warn him about this? About side effects? …if he did Alt couldn’t remember- couldn’t force his voice to replay in his head, all he could hear was his blood and his heart thumping way too loudly.

The Dooms… they knew the truth about Alt��s body. Maybe they could help? Though they might freak out about the changes that were definitely not there the other day.

He tried to think it through but anxiety was strong in his body and brain. He felt himself glitching- but that felt wrong too! That made Alt panic even more. His glitching never felt wrong- not since he first got his powers. But now it all felt too sharp- too invasive. It felt like it was stealing the breath from him… something that was now as easy to him as breathing.

Would the Dooms even be able to help out if this was magic? He hadn't really shown or explained his glitches or magic to them but- they worked with superheroes, right? They knew of Bro- they… they could help. He just needed to explain. Besides… magic always seemed connected to something physical- something that could be explained and fixed within the body.

Alt made up his mind, grabbing the first coat he can and stumbling to yank it on. He then takes a step forward and glitches, picturing the Doom Clinic.

He nearly runs into the glass doors, slightly bonking his head. Then they slide open as Alt grumbles and rubs the sore spot out. He looks around and… doesn’t recognize the place. Did the Dooms redecorate?

He shakes his head and tries to focus- but it feels almost impossible with how his vision is swimming. He stumbles to what looks like the front desk. A blonde woman blinks in surprise and looks up at him.

Alt can barely stand as he puts his hands on the desk to steady himself.

“I… I need… O-Oliver- Oliver Doom, please!” He slurs, intense eyes boring into the woman’s. “Or well- any of them I guess- but I… I like… O-Ollie-“

The woman looks at him with confusion- jumping slightly as Alt jerks his arm, holding it down against his side as he can feel it trying to glitch.

“Um sir…? I-If you’re looking for a specific doctor I… I’m afraid there’s no one here named… Doom, was it?” She replies slowly, carefully watching Alt with a guarded expression.

Alt’s eyes widen. “What…?” He looks around in more panic and curses under his breath. This isn’t the Doom Clinic! The fuck…? He doesn’t normally glitch to places he’s never been before! He doesn’t recognize this place at all. Whatever is happening… it’s affecting his magic.

“S-Sorry,” Alt stammers, tongue feeling thick in his mouth. “Wrong… wrong place-“

“Sir, you look like you need to sit down! I can get someone to look at you and maybe get you some juice if you would just take a seat and-“

“No!” Alt interrupts, gripping his arm tighter as he feels it spasm and feels pixels trying to break off. He can’t glitch here! They’ll throw him into a psych ward or something!

“I’m fine… t-thank you-“ He grits out, trying to stumble back towards the door.

Then the walls and everything around him felt like they are blending into static. Purple seemed to invade the sides of his vision. The sounds around him turned into nothing but white noise. He didn’t even feel when he hit the ground.

———

When Alt next opens his eyes, all he can see is a bright light shining in his face. He grimaces and tries to lift a hand to shield himself but- he can’t move his hand. Alertness hits him like a truck as he pulls on his wrists some more- finding them strapped down to the table.

“T-The fuck?!” He growls, rocking himself to try to get free but he’s- he’s stuck! “What’s going on?!”

There’s sensors stuck to him- under his shirt and attached all over his arms and now he can even feel them on his temples too.

Alt tries to glitch but he shouts out in pain as the action seems to hurt him. Why? Why can’t he glitch??

Panic threatens to eat him alive.

Then, he hears a chuckle- and the table he’s on starts to move. It tilts upwards, until Alt finds himself upright, staring at the expanse of a large white room, medical equipment everywhere. Tall machines and computers he doesn’t recognize.

And he’s met face to face with an older gentleman who smiles at him, but Alt can’t even see his eyes behind his thick glasses.

“Ah! You are awake! Funny, I thought you’d be out for longer~!”

The man had dark black hair with a streak of white right in the middle, the wild locks pulled into a messy braid. He had bright green glasses that could also be googles? But they seemed way too thick to see out of properly. He had a scraggly beard and a white lab coat on… with a logo of an eye with 3 irises but the whites of the eye were colored black. It read SCLERA under the logo.

Alt bares his teeth at the stranger and thrashes a bit in his binds. “The fuck are you?! Where the fuck am I?!”

The man chuckles and adjusts his glasses, smirking at Alt. “Ooh, so touchy already! This will be fun~!”

He goes to grab a clipboard and starts to read it as he paces in front of Alt.

“Well- you were admitted into my care, Mr… Brennan? After you fell unconscious in the lobby of Hope Water Hospital. And the staff there saw some… unusual activity.” He looks back at Alt and the boy shivers, causing his arms to vaguely ripple with glitches, pixels vibrating in the air.

The doctor’s eyes light up as he surges forward, looking at his arm closer. “Yes! Like that! Oh fascinating… absolutely remarkable…!”

Alt felt his blood go cold- he glitched when he fell unconscious? Oh no- oh nononono-!

The man writes down a few more notes before straightening and addressing the glitch again. “But anyways! The Hope Water staff didn’t know how to handle that so they called in the specialists! And that would be me~!”

He lifts up his glasses to rest on his head as he smiles, his brown eyes almost looking gentle. But Alt shivers at the sight. Why does… this man feel familiar to him…?

“Dr. Israh Cornelius is what they call me! I’m a magic analyst here at SCLERA!” The doctor spoke with pride.

“Sclera…?” Alt muttered in confusion. “The hell is that? I-Is it even legal to tie up unconscious patients without their consent?!”

Dr. Cornelius laughed, actually throwing his head back. “Perhaps, if we were dealing with a normal civilian!”

His expression then drops as he looks knowingly at Alt.

“…but you’re not that, are you? Impulse~”

Alt’s breath leaves his lungs as he stares wide eyed at the doctor. “W..what…? H-how-?”

The doctor laughs and goes to pick up something off his office chair, turning to reveal a jacket. He twists his hand to show the back- the signature emblem of the villain Impulse clear for all to see.

“You were wearing this when you were admitted, Mr. Brennan. Not a very smart thing for a villain to wear as a civilian, is it?”

Alt swallowed a lump in his throat. This wasn’t good… but at least whatever ID they found of his was one of his fake ones. Still… This was bad.

“E-Even if I’m a villain you- you can’t just strap me to a table l-like a lab rat!” He argues, trying to struggle some more against the restraints.

Dr. Cornelius just shakes his head as he laughs. “You are a dangerous criminal with unknown powers, Mr. Impulse! This was merely a precaution.”

He strides forward and then grabs the straps to make them tighter. Alt bites back a squeak of pain that wants to slip out of his lips. The doctor whispers to him with hardly contained glee.

“However… a villain like you… will not be missed, will they?” He laughs more, his dark eyes now showing madness. “You could say we are doing the public a service! Keeping you here~!”

“Y-You can’t do that..!”

“Oh but we can, Mr. Brennan… you have no paper trail. No formal records- no sign of any family… you are just perfect! A perfect specimen to study~!”

Alt feels terrified tears in his eyes that he tries to keep hidden, but his shaking voice gives him away. “M-My friends…!”

But then he stops himself, feeling his breath caught in his throat again. He… doesn’t have his friends anymore. No one knows he’s here… not even Magnificent. …he’s really alone.

Now the tears fall as he breathes out. “I… I came here for h-help…! Something was wrong and y-you can’t just-!”

“Oh yes! That!” Dr. Cornelius sang as he turned heel to look at, then wheel over one of the monitors currently hooked up to Alt.

The monitor almost looked like it was showing Alt’s heart rate. But it wasn’t- it was showing something Alt didn’t recognize. Two lines of data were shown on the screen, one line white, the other purple. The purple line was steady, with plips of higher readings here and there. In fact- they seemed to correlate to when Alt felt his skin try to glitch or pixelate. The white line was also steady but with very low readings.

Dr. Cornelius studied the screen some more before addressing Alt. “When you were admitted, we ran some tests. This is an alignment reader- it reads the concentration of magic in your body, and whether or not it is dark or light.”

He points to the purple line, “The concentration of black magic in your body was abnormally high.”

“…okay?”

The doctor smirks, “Black Magic is illegal here in the UK, Mr. Brennan. Well actually, it’s illegal in most countries. Especially at such extreme levels. Honestly- surprised with these levels a magic circle officiant didn’t find you first… lucky us, I guess!” He laughs and then shakes his head.

“In fact- this kind of magic… I’ve really only seen such pure black magic from one source. I’m assuming it’s magic you got from the one you work for, correct?”

Alt shivered- feeling his new scars almost burn against his skin. He bites his tongue though and bares his teeth. “I don’t gotta tell you shit!”

The doctor laughs again, “Oh, I don’t need you too. It can only be him, the one who’s calling himself Magnificent, yes?”

Alt said nothing at first and then mumbled. “…you know too much about all of this, Dr. Creepy.”

Dr. Cornelius shrugs. “All apart of my job, Mr. Brennan!”

He goes back to pick up his notes and look at a collection of more papers on the wall. As Alt focused on it, his blood turned to ice. There was… pictures of him on there- as Impulse. And not only that… he saw Chase on there too- Bro Fantastic. There were dozens of pictures of what Alt could only assume was people this crazy doctor was aiming to study. Super powered people… things he didn’t understand but was determined to. He swore he saw the blurry image of a green gray cat mask among the pictures.

“Anyways, Mr. Brennan! That black magic was attacking your internal magic system- the source of power that runs the magic through your body. Black magic is known to do that. It will ‘eat’ any possible light magic it can find until it corrupts all the magic completely orrrr sucks the life clean out of ya!” Dr. Cornelius said a little too cheerily.

“W-What?!” Alt exclaimed. Magnificent never warned him about that!

Dr. Cornelius chucked, “Don’t fret, lad. We siphoned that out of ya real quick! So, see? We already helped you, just like you wanted!”

Alt shakily bit his lip before asking quietly, “So then… I-I can go home… right?”

The doctor’s smile turned impossibly cruel.

“I’m afraid not, Alt. We have much we need to learn from you~!”

Something clicked from the table below him and then suddenly that something is jabbing him in the neck. The room almost instantly starts to dip and sway as Alt feels his eyes roll up into his head and his body gives out, falling unconscious again.

———

Alt opens his eyes to find that now he’s somewhere new. He’s behind glass in a tiny white room. He’s not tied down-

Adrenaline courses through him- maybe he can glitch out now! He tries to glitch- and it feels like his insides are on fire. It’s like whatever energy he was preparing to use to glitch had erupted two-fold, making his entire body feel overloaded. He yells out and crashes down to the ground. There’s a tug on his foot and he can see now, he’s strapped to the wall by some sort of cord, a cuff around his ankle. What’s even worse is he’s barefoot- and in a completely new set of clothes, a dingy set of green scrubs, almost like hospital wear. Alt starts to panic again, realizing his throat and his scar are exposed. He touches light fingers to his scar as he pushes himself up. He feels a shiver go down his spine as he hears familiar laughter.

Dr. Cornelius is smirking at him through the window.

“Nice try there, Alt! But I can’t have ya glitching before we do some proper tests on ya~!”

Alt bares his teeth like a feral animal, pixels flying around him but not able to settle in one place. “How are you stopping me from glitching?!”

The doctor smirks and lifts up a tiny device in his hand. “Electromagnetic pulses. Normally these have no effect on humans… However, we’ve already established you’re very special, Alt.”

The boy just glares at the doctor, wanting nothing more than to strangle that smug look off his face. However, Dr. Cornelius just uses the silence as an excuse to keep talking, pacing back and forth in front of the window to Alt’s cell.

“Did you know it’s a common misconception that the human body produces electricity like that of a machine? It mimics and works as a circuit would, but our bodies don’t carry charges of electrons between synapses. No no- inside our cells there’s a chemical gradient of ions that create a difference in charge between the inside and outside of the cell membrane! That mimicry of electricity as ions pass between each cell membrane is what keeps, say, your heart pumping. However there is research that a human body can produce almost 100 watts of electricity at rest… however you, Alt, seem capable of so much more~!

It seems your body has been adapted to not only conduct electricity better, but also produce it better than normal human beings. In fact, it’s like you actually have that fabled current running through your veins… a constant flow of electric magic that fuels your glitching!

So an EMP blast seems to disrupt that electric flow within you… overloading it enough to stop you from glitching. For now at least!” The doctor laughs, grinning like an excited school kid, “There’s so many tests for us to run! You’re going to provide us with such good data, Mr. Brennan~!”

Alt yells in anger at this, trying to rush at the window. The doctor hardly looks phased as he presses a button on his remote- and something shoots out of the wall behind Alt. Two robotic arms with ends just like the cuff on Alt’s ankle lash out and clamp onto his wrists, yanking the glitch off his feet and slamming him into the back wall. Alt struggles as best as he can but the arms have him locked against the wall tight.

Dr. Cornelius lets out a delighted laugh, “Already so eager to start! That’s what I like to see in a subject!”

“N-No, you psycho! Let me go!” Alt tries to protest.

The doctor looks back to one of his colleagues that Alt can barely see. He nods to them, “Start the procedure.”

The other doctor nods then flares out hands in front of… an orb? Their hands glow white and soon the cuffs on Alt do too. As they glow, Alt starts to feel like his energy is waning. Pretty soon, he slumping in his binds, his fighting getting lazy and then altogether stopping. He has to fight to keep his head up and his eyes open. He vaguely notices the glow on his cuffs seems to be turning green blue- the color of his magic.

Dr. Cornelius checks a monitor next to the window and then gestures to the other doctor. “That’s enough.”

The glowing stops as they take their hands away from the orb. Alt’s head falls sharply but he quickly tries to pick it back up so he can glare at Cornelius. “Wha… d’you… do?” The glitch slurs, hating the feeling of his body feeling almost empty… and cold.

Israh adjusts his glasses and smiles. “A simple draining spell! One we probably won’t be using often since we want to study your magic as it works within you but~! There’s one thing we need to see first before proceeding with those tests!”

He lifts the remote again and presses another button.

Alt immediately starts to scream, his body locking up as waves of electricity crash back into his body. His muscles attempt to spasm despite having nowhere to go, his neck craning back like he can escape the onslaught. It feels wrong! Usually if he comes across rogue electricity he can absorb it into his own… but with none in his body- the electricity has nothing to merge to. So it courses painfully into his body, attempting to mesh with his magic but not being able to. It’s agony. He feels his skin sparking and burning- tears trying to be shed but steaming upon impact with the bright sparks.

It feels like an eternity before it gets shut off. The cuffs on his wrists release and Alt falls heavily to the floor, still twitching and spasming from the leftover electricity. It feels impossible to think, everything he feels is pain. The energy in his body has been replaced with hot sparking rods that are quickly cooling down, leaving him completely spent. Alt wheezes brokenly, eyes wide and not able to focus, tears falling down his cheeks as he struggles to regain control over his limbs.

“Well?” The doctor's smarmy voice coos, “Alt, why don’t you try to use your magic for us, hm?”

“C…c-can’t…” Alt croaks, hardly able to grip his shaking hand into a fist.

Dr. Cornelius frowns at this, tapping his pen against his face. But then he smiles and scribbles down some notes. “I see! Pure electricity doesn’t have the same properties as the electric magic you produce, so you can’t purely substitute that!”

“Tell me, Alt, have you ever used a source of electricity to fuel your magic when it was low?”

Alt attempts to move his head to glare at the doctor. Dr. Cornelius frowns, and lifts up the remote, one eyebrow rising high over his glasses. “Or, should we give you some magic back and see for ourselves?”

The glitch winces and curses quietly before muttering, “…y-yes… but only o-once… I- I didn’t think it would work but… i-it gave me enough e-energy to glitch home…”

The doctor nods and writes down some more, “Fascinating! It seems if you have some magic left in your system that magic can then translate pure electricity to match its own!”

He then looks over his notes to smile at Alt as the glitch’s vision dims and sways. “Well! Let’s pause for a bit, hm? Feel free to rest your eyes, Mr. Brennan~!”

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Alt lays there on the floor for a bit, trying to get his brain to work. He needs to think of a way out of here! Because help wasn’t coming… there had to be some way… something these scientists hadn’t thought of.

He glances up to see Dr. Cornelius isn’t observing him. Guess he decided to take a break too. Maybe Alt can attempt to do something…

He listens to the room around him… and catches onto the buzzing of the lights above.

Alt still didn’t really get how his powers worked, he really only understood his glitching. But… if what the doctor was saying was true and he has electric magic… and his body could basically disappear for an instant when he glitched… could he glitch into something that had an electric current?

…if there was any time to try this it was now. He can’t let these lunatics turn him into a fucking lab rat. He grips his hands into fists, feeling his magic zap around him. Guess they gave some of it back… their mistake.

In a flash, Alt glitched out of his cuff and in a shock of blue-green electricity rocketed into one of the lights in the cell. The burst of energy was enough to shatter the light, making the other lights and the machines below flicker from the electricity lingering in the room.

God! This felt so weird- but… not too different from glitching. He was just- glitching for longer. Which means he couldn’t keep this up for long- not with how spent he was already. He needed to find a path out of here, and fast.

He let his magic feel out a path on the wires and started to follow it, making machines and lights glitch and flicker and burst. An alarm started to blare but Alt only pushed himself faster, faster, faster-!

Suddenly, everything went dark and it felt like Alt hit a wall. No no! They turned off the power! With nowhere else to go Alt was shot out of another light and onto the cold tile floor of what looked like a hallway.

He coughed and curled up, his body feeling like the wires he fired. His skin sparked, pixels sizzling off him in a confusing array.

Quiet clapping echoed down the hall before that awful laugh filled Alt’s ears again.

“Very impressive, Alt! You damn near almost reached the exit!” Dr. Cornelius praised. He then bends down by the trembling boy as Alt tries to scoot away, fear clear in his eyes.

Dr. Cornelius’s smile doesn’t waver as he lashes out and pulls Alt in close by his shirt. But his voice drops to a dangerous whisper as he leans in closer. “You’re not getting away from me that easily, glitch.”

Then, Alt felt another painful round of shocks set his body ablaze- until his vision dimmed once again to black.

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He was back in that tiny room. Was it still the same night he got captured…? It was hard to tell with how much he was dipping in and out of consciousness…

He groaned and sat up, rubbing at his head. The hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stood on end, the air still feeling electric. Alt felt a shock of panic run up his spine as he felt something cold and smooth around his neck. Was this… a fucking shock collar?!

Alt’s body sparked with anger and as he saw that all too familiar silhouette in the window, he rushed at the glass, anger controlling his body. The doctor hardly flinches as he clicks something on that damned remote, sending Alt crashing to the floor, crying out and clawing at the collar as it shocks him.

Dr. Cornelius tsks in a disappointed manner. “What a temper… really, Alt? We shouldn’t be playing these games.”

Alt gritted his teeth ferally to snap at the doctor, “Y-You shouldn’t be collaring people like they’re animals, you sick fuck!”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t behave like one.” Dr. Cornelius countered. Alt growled, eyes glowing with slight power. The doctor shook his head and then started to flip through his notes.

“Well, since you’re awake again, we can move onto the next test!”

“W-wait…!”

The doctor pauses and tilts his head at the glitch.

“I… I have a q-question,” Alt wheezes out. Dr. Cornelius raises his head, not used to hearing the glitch be anything but hostile towards him. Alt glares but continues. “You… you said before… that the… the magic circle should have found me… why… why didn’t you take me… to them?”

Alt heard vaguely of the magic circle from Mag. He said they were a bunch of foolish covens trying to govern their fellow magicians. Trying to put a cap on magic potential and capture any one who misuses magic. Alt thought they sounded almost like magical police... But he could hear the disdain plain in his mentor’s voice when talking about the circle.

That same disdain seemed to be present in the doctor as he pursed his lips and rolled his eyes.

“Pah! The magic circle…” He put down his notes as he paced slightly in front of Alt’s window again. Seemed to be a habit of his.

“They might be the magic authority here but their methods are medieval- all based in older traditions and the feel of it all. Barely any rhyme or reason- no desire to study and push limits- merge magic with what can make it even more useful! Make it accessible for everyone! Not just the special ‘elite’. They wouldn’t do a damn thing with you except slap you on the wrist and monitor you. Bloody waste if you asked me. They’d let any villain run around if they are ‘blessed’ like they are.” Dr. Cornelius growled. He stops to look down at Alt with burning eyes.

“They refuse to see magic as something that can harmonize with science! They refuse to see that magic can be bent to our level- that it can be understood at a level we humans know better than any other living thing! They’re blind… blind to the ways we can make magic better! How we can provide anyone… everyone with magic!”

Alt blinks and then laughs darkly. “God… you’re even crazier than Mag! I might be a novice… but even I know that magic s-shouldn’t be tampered with like this…! There’s a reason it’s not given to everyone…”

Dr. Cornelius matches his laugh and shakes his head. “Oh Alt… even without meeting the circle they’ve already corrupted your mind! You are as blind as them… but no matter! I’ll help you see your potential~ the potential of mixing science with magic!”

The doctor giggles and looks at Alt with those hungry eyes of his. “In fact~ this is such a great transition to our next test!”

He grabs his notes again and then gestures to something in Alt’s cell. Alt tiredly pushes himself up to look back- seeing a camera that seems to focus in on him. He shudders.

“That’s a WITNES camera- something SCLERA is developing to go public very soon! It’s a perfect merge of magic and tech… in fact- it’s been helping us to observe you better than ever, Alt!”

The doctor clicks on his remote and the right wall of Alt’s enclosure flashes to life, showing a wall full of text and data.

“Our WITNES camera can detect the fluctuations of magic within you- helping us see when you might glitch or go haywire~! They also have been monitoring your vitals so we don’t have to keep you hooked up to machines- and it can even monitor your emotions!”

“W-What? That’s… that’s insane!” Alt whispers, backing away from the wall with the camera. “You wanna just- give these to the public? That’s a crazy violation of privacy!”

Dr. Cornelius shrugs with a laugh, “Oh nowadays, this kind of stuff is hardly hidden anymore! And we offer the chance for our consumers to feel safe and protected!” He shakes his head, “But, enough of a pitch- our next test is gonna involve you interacting with our WITNES camera, Alt! We want to see how your magic merges with ours! If they’re compatible!”

Alt raises an eyebrow and looks back at the camera. He shivers as he sees the lens shrink and focus on him. That thing gives him a horrible feeling.

“… how’re you gonna do that? You can’t just… hook me up to it-“ Alt mutters.

The doctor chuckles, “Oh Alt, you misunderstand! We know now that you can glitch into tech- so that’s what you’re gonna do! See if you can glitch into the camera!”

The glitch shudders again and is about to bite out a retort when he stops and looks back. …this could be another chance to escape. If he can get past this thing he can try to follow the power source out again. But… they also must realize that’s what he’ll try to do. Is this a trap…? But… What can a camera do to him anyways?

Dr. Cornelius smirks. “I know what you’re thinking, Alt. And, I’ll make a deal with you!” Alt’s head snaps back to look at the doctor, his eyes wide. “If you can overpower our camera and get past it back into the power grid, well… that would be such an impressive sight I would consider letting you go~!”

Alt’s eyes widen more. He… seems overly confident in the camera. But, Alt was determined to get out of here. He could take a stupid camera! His eyes glowed bright as he glared at the doctor. “Alright… fine.”

Dr. Cornelius grins and the cuff on Alt’s leg snaps off, as well as the shock collar. Alt watches as the doctor shuts off the wall and other electronics, leaving only the camera powered on, it’s green light blinking at Alt. Alt gritted his teeth and then in a zip of green blue magic he glitched into its systems.

….

Something is wrong.

Diving into the camera feels nothing like going through the lights- it's harsher, feels like a strong pressure is pushing down on him at all angles. Like sharp needles sinking into his being. Alt tries to push through, tries to find a weakness, a kink in the system. But, the more he pushes the more this strange energy seems to push back.

Then, it overpowers him, swallowing him whole.

Alt crashes out of the camera and back onto the ground, shaking and spasming like crazy. Purple electricity crackles around his limbs as he shakily pushes himself up. As he looks out towards the doctor, his eyes are quickly filling with pulsing purple magic.

Dr. Cornelius grins manically, “Oh darn! I forgot to mention~ all SCLERA tech is powered by our patented Black magic core~! Something we perfected thanks to that lovely boss of yours!”

Alt whimpers, heaving in panic, even as anger flares wildly in his body. That fucking bitch tricked him! This feels wrong- it feels way worse than whatever came over him the night he was captured. It’s more invasive, the corruption digging into every weakness in his body and driving itself in. He bends over against the ground with a cry of pain as waves of magic crash against him, trying to overwhelm him. Trying to take over his magic, his mind-! He yells out and half crashes against the floor entirely, digging his head and nails into it, trying to fight whatever this is off.

All of sudden, he goes still, frozen like a statue as the purple magic completely fills his eyes. The monitor Dr. Cornelius is observing suddenly blares with alarms, the screen flashing. Alt’s black magic reading has reached dangerous, uncontrollable levels! Dr. Cornelius gasps and drops his clipboard, watching the testing room with wide eyes.

The tile beneath Alt suddenly cracks and splits, purple magic rippling across the floor. The debris floats up around him, suspended in glowing purple hues. Alt rises up like someone trapped in a dream, his head lulling limply on his shoulders. The magic crackles around him in a powerful display, bolts of electricity blasting tiles off the wall, destroying screens and equipment. Quietly, Alt starts to giggle and then fully bursts into crazed laughter, his veins darkening and glowing with purple power. As he laughs, he seems to bring up one of his hands to look at, gazing at it as if it was new. He stretches his fingers and then grins, laughing louder as the magic continues to zap and sizzle and destroy the room around him.

The sound of a squeaked shoe has the possessed glitch’s head snapping towards the noise. His eyes lock onto the terrified face of Dr. Cornelius, trying to back away from the window. Alt grins and in a flash is in front of the glass, pressing his hand against it. He tilts his head inhumanly at the doctor, his soulless eyes leaking magic like electric tears.

“Is this what you wanted, ̶̳̀D̷̯̏o̷̮̊ć̶͜t̶̗̕ỏ̶̯r̴̖͒?̵̟͝”̸̨̂ ̸̦̐ He giggles, gripping nails into the glass as electric bands of magic shoot out and crack against it, shattering it completely.

There’s a chorus of screams as the other SCLERA workers try to flee. Dr. Cornelius yells out as the glass explodes on him, cutting and slicing into his skin. He quickly looks around, then hightails it to his desk in the back corner, slipping on the glass as he runs. He quickly rummages through drawers, throwing contents and notes everywhere, muttering desperately, “C’mon! C’mon! I… I have to have that stupid thing somewhere!!”

Alt rises off the ground as the magic surrounds him. His body glitches and contorts as he giggles and slowly approaches the doctor.

“Oh D̴̙̀ṙ̸̠.̷̬͒ ̸̬̐C̶͚̈́ó̷̢r̵͇̈́ṋ̶͝ę̵͘l̷͈̋i̵̬̽u̷̖͛s̶͎͗~̵̺̓!̷̜̿ Where are you going? Didn’t you want to have some f̶͙̲̯͎͇̙̥̂̈́͋̿̂ȗ̷̗̊̽͑ͅṋ̴̄̉?̴̢̟̙͙͚̱̩̈́̀͑̈́͊͝?” Alt laughs, his voice sounding darker and racked with static. He barely sounds like himself.

Dr. Cornelius is sweating bullets as he looks through the drawer of objects they obtained from the magic circle. He then cries out in elation as he finds what he’s looking for, holding it out towards the approaching glitch.

It’s an amulet of some sort, a chunk of amethyst in the center. Alt seems to freeze, his eyes widening.

Cornelius grits his teeth. He hates having to resort to the methods the circle uses but… desperate times. Once they had Alt contained, they can figure out a better way to control this… a better, more scientific way.

He sighs and then starts to mutter a spell, one they haven't had to use since starting the WITNES project. Luckily, he still remembered the words.

“Creature of black magic, your minds, your purposes, your plans, do we cause you to bend! With my mind do I seize your minds, With my power, do I seize your power. Do ye with your thoughts follow my thought. I place your hearts in my control: Come ye, directing your way after my course!”

Alt lets out a choked exhale of breath, his body locking up against his will. The magic starts to recede and die down, but still crackles around his body and keeps him airborne.

Dr. Cornelius shoves the amulet forward and barks out, “Now, Cease!”

Alt crashes to his knees as the magic dissipates and drops him. His head falls forward, his pure purple eyes wide and blank. He looks like a broken doll as Dr. Cornelius cautiously makes his way over.

He kneels down by the boy and tilts up his chin, studying his eyes and the way the magic flickers within.

“Fascinating…” The doctor breathes, slowly regaining his smile. “Alt, can you hear me?”

“Yes…” The glitch answers breathlessly, his voice still having a slight echo.

“Are you going to listen to me now?”

“...we are subjected to your will, Sorcerer…” Alt replies, his eye twitching slightly but the rest of him remains slack.

Dr. Cornelius chuckles, shaking his head. “Excellent. Now… subject, did you find this host worthy? Were your energies able to converge well?”

The magic in Alt’s eyes crackles and glows brighter as he suddenly grins, giggling quietly. “This vessel was very easy to corrupt! The darkness smells strong on it… but it also swims in its blood. Its magic meshes well with ours- control of it was so easy~!” He giggles slightly louder, madness leaking into his words. But, his voice echoes and cracks, sounding completely different, like something else is speaking for him. “Its magic is so different from ours yet has so much potential! We can cause so much destruction with it! Corrupt many souls, raze cities and scorch the earth~!! Ha h̶̥̄a̸̹͑h̴̡̒a̵̗̽h̸̯̍a̵̩͗!̷̯̓!̸̡͌”

“Enough.” Dr. Cornelius snaps. The subject’s giggles cut off immediately as it looks out at the doctor with blank eyes again. “Your power only exists here thanks to us, you will follow our will and let us direct your purpose, understand?”

“...yes…” The subject breathes weakly. He shudders, a wave of nausea rolling over him, skin feeling too warm, sweat starting to drip down his forehead. His hands shake and he sways in the doctor’s grip.

Dr. Cornelius adjusts his glasses then commands Alt quietly. “Sleep, subject. Let’s see what use we can find for you…”

And Alt crumbles to the floor, once again falling back into darkness.

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Alt struggled to open up his eyes, bright light searing his vision. Then, he realized he recognized that light. It was the same one he woke up under when he was first brought here.

He tries to move his wrists, and finds he’s once again strapped down to a table. He holds back a whimper, his body feels incredibly weak and spent. The ordeal he went through with the camera had been plaguing his sleeping mind- the feeling of being controlled by that freaky magic… he didn’t want that to happen ever again!

He heard voices talking and quickly shuts his eyes, pretending to still be passed out.

He hears Dr. Cornelius, talking to another doctor.

“It took a lot of work but I think I found the perfect solution for VARIBL 11220! Letting the black magic of our machines corrupt his own is key… the display he showed was phenomenal! It could rival what we saw of VARIBL 1317! …but we need a way to control it. This device should infuse his magic with some of ours, and link his body to follow the orders of whoever powers the chip! We just need to make sure the magic has some sort of traceable signal so the artificial magic we’re working on should work! A much more elegant solution than using that amulet and spell... This can put him under our control in mere seconds~!”

Alt’s heart threatened to stop, his blood running cold. Are they planning on turning him into some sort of weapon? A puppet for them to use??

His eyes snap open and he immediately tries to thrash against his restraints, his eyes wild with panic. Dr. Cornelius was over his arm, looking like he was about to cut it open with a scalpel. He jumps back then tsks, looking annoyed.

“Fuck…! He just needed to stay asleep a bit longer!”

Alt bares his teeth ferally, pixels buzzing off him and electricity sparking around him in dangerous arcs. “I-I won’t become your puppet, Cornelius…! I refuse to be a-anyone’s puppet!”

Dr. Cornelius snarls and clicks on the remote, shocking Alt with increased intensity. Alt screams and screams, pulling against his bindings even as they seem to melt against his skin. The abuse keeps going until Alt slumps limply to the table, skin smoking and breath coming out in harsh ragged bursts.

“Hold him down,” Cornelius barks to his assistants. There’s seem to be some hesitation but soon two sets of hands are holding down Alt’s left arm. Alt chokes on a sob, shaking his head as he tries to keep from passing out again. “Please…! Please s-stop…!”

The mad doctor giggles as he picks up his scalpel again, going over to Alt’s side. He studies the boy then pets back his hair some, almost like a father would.

“You know Alt… you remind me of a subject I had so very long ago… one of my firsts actually!”

Alt screams as the scalpel cuts into his skin. The hands keep him from bucking against the restraints.

“She had the same kind of fire in her that you have… similar hair color and skin tone too. Then again- a very common combination!” He chuckles and digs in deeper. “She had similar powers to you too! Think her name was… Annie or something like that.”

Alt’s eyes flew open and widened. No- no he… he couldn’t have… could he…?

The thought is quickly thrusted from his mind as Dr. Cornelius seems to insert something in his arm. It feels foreign and wrong and Alt screams and screams, fighting with everything he has to get out- get it out!!!

It seems to latch onto something he can’t quite explain- but it’s agony and it hurts- it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!! Alt feels like something is grabbing hold of his magic within the pain. He sobs and arches his back to try to get away from the feeling. More hands push him down and keep him still.

He feels the doctor stitching up his skin as he cries, pleading with the doctor to stop, please stop!

Then, Alt seems to hear something new. It sounds like… magic. Searing magic blasting away at walls, screams of terror and… growls. Familiar growls- they sound like the panthers.

Alt feels delirious relieved tears flow from his eyes as he starts to laugh. The doctors seem to pause and start to look towards the noise that is only getting louder. Some start to let Alt go and back away, fear clear in their eyes.

The glitch makes sure to find Cornelius’s eyes as he grins, whispering to him. “You… you’re f-fucked…! You’re so fucked…!” He giggles wildly.

Dr. Cornelius’s eyes widen and he curses, trying to finish what he started.

Then the door to the operating room explodes with green and purple fire. Black masses start to tackle doctors left and right, causing chords of agony to echo throughout the room.

Magnificent emerges through the smoke, sweeping out an arm and glowing like an avenging Angel. Or perhaps, more like a devil. He bares his fangs at the doctor still looming over Alt.

“Release my Apprentice, Sclera scum!”

Dr. Cornelius tries not to show his fear as he lifts up his hands and steps away from Alt. “Well hello, Marvin! It’s been such a long time-!”

The doctor gets cut off as green magic surrounds his throat and lifts up upwards, choking him. Magnificent’s eyes are bright with angry fire as he spits out. “You do not get to say that name, Israh Cornelius! You and this fucking facility killed that man a long time ago!”

He grips his hand further, sick satisfaction burning in his stomach as he hears cracks- but then he hears the whimper of the boy behind them. Mag looks back to see his bleeding and burned apprentice and he pauses.

Then he growls and uses his magic to throw Israh hard against the wall. In a wave of magic he appears back over by Alt and sears off his restraints. He picks up the delirious boy and whistles, his panthers all looking up and then bounding over to his side.

Magnificent looks down coldly at Cornelius as he snarls, “Killing you right now is more than you deserve. And this place could be… useful to me. But know this, doctor, if you and this wretched company touch my apprentice again, I’ll make it look like an accident when I raze this place to the fucking ground.”

He then snaps and in a swirl of tv static, him, Alt and the panthers all disappear.

———

The trip to wherever they are now was a confusing mix of colors and voices that Alt hardly remembers. His vision dipped in and out of darkness as he felt himself be moved and looked over. But, this time it felt… different. It felt safe. Eventually he allowed himself to close his eyes and drift.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a familiar room. One with white walls that had a bright stripe of yellow. Alt smiles faintly, recognizing the sight of Ollie’s office at the Doom clinic. He then hears the faint sound of shuffling and looks out towards the other side of the room.

His eyes widen as he sees Magnificent, sitting in the visitor’s chair. Except, he was in his civilian disguise. Alt had only seen it a few times but…

“M-Mag…?” Alt whispers, his voice raw and hoarse.

Mag seems to startle slightly then relaxes when he sees Alt. “Alt… you’re awake… that’s good.” A tiny head poked itself out from behind Mag’s leg and meowed, and Alt recognized the spotted nose of Lucky in her tinier cat form.

The glitch smiles dazedly at the sight of Lucky but then blinks several times at his mentor, as if he can hardly believe he’s there and not an illusion. “You… you saved… me?” He slurs out.

Magnificent snorts and turns his head, “Of course I did. I just… only wished I had found you sooner.”

“I… kinda thought you’d just… leave me to figure it out on my own.” Alt laughs slightly, “ Figured you’d… lecture me about how we have to look out for ourselves…”

The dark magician purses his lips and grips his hands into tight fists. “…if I hadn’t acted… you’d be a pawn in Sclera’s game. A plaything for them to abuse and use at their leisure.” His eyes darken, “I may be a villain… but I wouldn’t subject anyone to their cruelty. And especially not my apprentice…”

Alt stares at Magnificent, then can’t help but laugh breathily. “I guess… you really do care about me… huh?”

Mag seems to wince. “…it’s a new thing for me… I haven’t cared about anyone for a long time… I thought- I had lost the ability to.”

Alt nods to this, though he’s not quite sure he understands. How can someone lose the ability to care?

Then, all that happened to him crashes down on his mind, especially as he glimpses the bandages on his left arm. “Mag… they- they put s-something in me-!”

Magnificent raises a hand to stop him. “I already disabled it Alt. They can’t hurt you with it.”

“I… I can still feel it though-“

The magician shrugs, “The doctors here said they wanted to remove it but whatever sclera did… they weren’t sure they could do it without damaging your nerves…. They didn’t want you to lose the ability to use your arm.”

Alt swallows shakily and grips at his wrist.

Mag’s eyes glow slightly with determination. “But even if it’s there- I shut it off. I swear to you, Alt, they won’t be able to use it on you.”

Alt seems to relax, slumping against the bed with a relieved sigh. He pushes back his hair, staring up at the comforting yellow stripe.

The room is quiet for a beat before Magnificent speaks up. “…you should focus on resting, Alt. The doctors seem very fond of you, especially that one in the yellow… they’ll keep you safe.”

Alt sighs and nods.

The room falls back into semi-awkward silence. Then, a slightly wet nose is poking against Alt’s hand. He blinks down to see Lucky’s eyes blinking up at him. She seems to have a big bundle in her mouth that she nudges against his hand.

Alt struggles up and goes to grab it- and gasps as he sees it’s… it’s his bandana and his jacket. Dr. Cornelius took them away but-

“Lucky was very excited to have found those during our raid,” Magnificent says, smirking slightly. “She wouldn’t let them go.”

The glitch laughs and pets Lucky’s head. Then he quickly looks back up and grins at Mag. “Hey! You’re using my nicknames for them!”

Mag blinks and then messes with his hair, looking away. “Well… they are easier to tell apart that way… and your names do… seem to fit them well.”

The door to the room slides open, cutting off their conversation. The person coming in seems distracted with the clipboard he’s carrying. Then he looks up and breaks into a wide smile, hurrying over to Alt and giving him a huge hug.

“Alt! Oh thank god! You’re awake!” Oliver cries. Alt feels his face heat up slightly as he stiffens in the hug. He awkwardly pats Oliver’s back and laughs. “Y-Yeah dude- I’m okay!”

Oliver quickly lets go and seems to blush himself, waving his hands. “Ack! Sorry! That was… w-wildly unprofessional! It’s just- when Mr. Macaodha brought you in- you… you were in such horrible shape!”

At the sound of that surname Alt looks back at Mag and raises an eyebrow. The magician shrugs with a smirk.

Oliver lifts up his glasses, seeming to wipe at his eyes. He then smiles brightly at Alt, sighing out, “I’m just so glad you’re okay…”

Alt felt warmth surge through his chest. When he was captured by those bastards… they really made him think that he was all alone- that no one really cared for him, now that he wasn’t around his friends anymore.

But… that wasn’t true, was it? Even a villain like him… had people who cared about him.

Alt hid his face as he felt tears come to his eyes. When he changed the past… what would happen to the people he cares about now?

As Oliver checks over Alt’s vitals and asks him questions about his condition, Magnificent leans back to observe. Lucky loops back around to sit under Mag’s legs and he pets her head lightly.

His eyes lingered to the bandaged up arm on his apprentice. That device Sclera planted… he wasn’t going to let them take Alt.

But, perhaps… the thing could be of use to him down the road. Only as a last resort though. Mag smiled as he studied the boy. He had this cub wrapped tightly around his finger, his loyalty only getting stronger.

Not much longer now… once Alt was stronger, the real fun could begin~.

#swapboys #hufflewriting #dr. israh Cornelius #alt anti #black magic #sclera #medical whump #lab rat #jacksepticeye #swapboys au #swap magnificent #magic corruption #this was super fun cuz it’s setting up a bunch of stuff I’m excited to explore later!!#establishes some world building and magic bullshit that just fun for me to think of #readswapboys

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Demon Bride Ch41 To Play Matchmaker P3

(Warnings!!: Mentioning of Gyutaro's and Daki's backstory. Mentioning of abuse/death/attempted murder/killing and Daki burning. Mentioning of the Red Light District but it will STAY SFW!! This will HEAVILY reference s2 ep11 and Gyutaro's backstory however slight changes have been made to fit the au.)

The feeling was cold. Thick. Making your skin break out in goosebumps. Unlike anything else you've ever felt before. You weren't sure if you liked this feeling in your face-

"Are you sure this stuff is supposed to help cleanse your face?" Your hand reached up to touch the goop Daki planted on your face after she tied your hair back. A pale hand smacking your hand away.

"It's not stuff! It's a mud mask! It has lots of minerals and tightens your face to get rid of wrinkles." A moment later another thick glop was pushed onto your cheek. "You'll feel so refreshed after."

It had been..quite a day. But Enmu had been right. Your stress had gone down...You threw all your stress onto Sakura and pulverized her. Admittedly not the best way to go about relieving stress but you'd take it for now. Besides it's not like you could do anything about it now anyways. You were trapped. Literally. You just sat in Gyutaro's lap while he hugged you close to himself, his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin on top of your head. An intimate sort of hug or cuddle but you thought it was cute. Plus he seemed a lot calmer now than what he'd been previously. He didn't even complain when Daki tied his own hair back and pressed the same goop to her brother's face. Guessed he was used to his sister treating him to things like this or he didn't have the energy to fight her right now. You did find it sweet how Gyutaro just let his sister dress him up like this.

"Honestly though...What is her problem?" Even if you were rude to Sakura why would she chose to startle Daki? Whom was a VERY powerful TWELVE BLOOMING KIZUKI?! Literally every OTHER demon cowered in her presence. "Even if she was after me in some way why would she be bold enough to risk nearly getting kabobed by Gyutaro?"

"Her family rubbed elbows with some other Upper Moons for a while. That fact must've made her bold enough to try something." Daki's hand pulled away from rubbing goop on your face and grabbed a strand of hair. " In fact she used to be one of Karaku's flings."

"Karaku? That name sounds familiar." Daki rolled up the strand in one of the curlers.

"You don't remember? He's one of those brothers who also gave you gifts." Gyutaro grunted annoyed at the mere mention of them.

"Which one? There's five of them."

"The pervert with green eyes."

"Green eye- Wait. I know that one!" You scowled. He's the one who blew you and Rui away when they tried to kidnap you! "He made a pass at me as soon as we met! What's he thinking getting involved with Sakura?"

Daki shrugged. "He actually has a reputation being a known flirt amongst the woman here, Sakura was one of his more serious endeavors. However word around is that he broke things off with her before he became a Kizuki himself. If they had stayed together she would've became the first Bride in over three thousand years."

"Is the title of Kizuki Bride really that important?"

Another curler was added to your hair. "Considering You're the first one in over three thousand years, engaged to so many Kizuki at one time, AND a human?....Yes. Everyone's been talking about you. Some good..Some not so good." A growl from Gyutaro answered that and you felt his grip slightly increase pulling you against him further. "You also have a surprising way of doing things."

You shrugged as best as you could in his grip. "Well I actually didn't mean to end up here or engaged. The whole point of me leaving my village was to avoid an arranged marriage. Somehow I ended up lost and next thing I know here I am!"

"HA! Seriously? It's like the universe played a nasty truck on you."

You deadpanned. "I've noticed that. But I'm more worried about what that Sakura might try next.''

"I wouldn't worry about her. It's Jade I would have my eye on." Jade? Who was Jade? Your confusion caught her attention from curling your hair up (or as best as she could with Gyutaro clinging to you). "I said her family was close to a few Kizuki for a while didn't I? Her older sister Jade, was supposed to seduce Douma. " She snorted. "Never liked her. She's always cold and silent."

Douma?.... Funnily enough that sounds similar to what Eri almost went through. But- "But Douma didn't.. accept her proposal?" Wasn't he supposed to be a rumored womanizer and flirt? That's what everyone told you about him for so long.

"He entertained her, but it was more out of politeness than anything else. I swear both those sisters were so... obsessed with them." A surprise expression of slight worry passed over her. "I don't care for Karaku but Douma...I think he's taking this too lightly." She shrugged. "Then again he's Upper Two so I shouldn't worry too much. Not even the Master scares him."

Jade and Sakura huh? They sounded like trouble you should avoid and that meant avoiding Karaku and Douma too make certain you didn't run into them again. Which might be easier than you thought. You gave Douma a clear form of rejection and you weren't interested in any of those kidnapping brothers. So maybe you didn't have to worry about anything else for now? ...Yeah. You felt your body finally relax in Gyutaro's grip which seemed to please the demon as he gave a grunt of approval before giving a hiss when Daki pushed his head off you to better roll more curlers into your hair which after a while Gyutaro accepted this and just settled for settling his head onto your shoulder nuzzling a cheek into your neck.

"Brother! Stop that! You'll ruin your mud mask and smear her skin dirty! It's not dry yet!"

"Can it, Daki," he grumbled back turning into the curve of your shoulder and the comforting fragrance of soft peonies and you jumped as a soft face smooshed into you further. A bright pink lighting up your face, good thing it was mostly covered by the goop on your face. "Soft. So soft and pretty. You must be crazy letting a dirty thing like me touch you."

"F-For the last time! You're not dirty! You really do look fine to me."

"You will be dirty if you don't stop smudging your face in her neck! How am I supposed to add curlers to your hair if you keep moving your head at odd angles!?" Gyutaro groaned again but complied with his sister's demands and pulled his head back to also allow her access to curl his own hair up. You didn't see the need for her to curl his hair since it was naturally wavy but she still does on both of you. "You need to learn to take better care of yourself. Doesn't it feel nice to not have your head in a tangled mess?"

"Whatever."

"Wait. What time is it?" With everything going on you lost track of time. "Rui might come back home soon. He'll be wondering where I am."

"Those pompous schools don't close until sundown. It's barely noon now. Relax. You have plenty of time." More curls added to your head until you're scalp felt tightly tied up. " You'll look so nice once I'm done with you."

You just reached a hand up to gingerly touch the cylinder like objects keeping your hair up as Daki moved away from you and over behind her brother who hissed as soon as she grabbed his head and pulled him back from your shoulder again to stuff more cylinder objects she called curlers in his hair too. So strange but you guessed you shouldn't complain about it. She seemed genuinely interested in just spending time with another woman....and her brother but he didn't fight anything she did. You could tell he was a bit annoyed. At least she didn't touch your nails yet. You reached up your hands to look at your nails but as you turned your palms over, two larger hands grabbed onto them. Not harshly but enough to make you stop. You blinked turning your head to look at Gyutaro whom was gazing at your palms with an expression you couldn't make out.

"....Your hands are calloused," he noted bluntly in a curious tone whichbyou nodded at. "Girls don't have calloused hands. They're hands are always so soft and perfect."

Was he confused about seeing a woman with callouses? You supposed he'd never seen a woman with them. "Well I worked every day of my life back in my village. I wasn't exactly the most well off."

He looked at you. Yellow eyes boring into your head. "How?"

How could you...be poor? You shrugged. "I just wasn't. I was born into the poorer part of my village with no one but my grandmother who I had to take care of. " You looked back away with a grimace. "...She wasn't really nice. I was always forced to work off a family debt by doing hard labored jobs from a young age while trying to please a controlling elder on top of being their primary caregiver wasn't a fun childhood."

Gyutaro was silent without speaking up or asking anything else but you still felt those eyes boring into you. Was he waiting for you to continue talking?

"I guess it wasn't all bad?" It was more of a question even to your ears. "I had a home as run down and broken as it was but the rain kept leaking in and it was even worse in the winter months. My Thin futon did nothing to really help that matter. I'm surprised my grandmother even lived as long as she did in those conditions." ...A fearful gulp sunk down your throat. "I'm.. surprised I lasted as long as I did doing so much dangerous work for so little. I guess the ends justified the means in some way...sure doesn't feel like it sometimes."

"Debt?"

YoU sighed. "My parents wracked up a debt with another family and then they died before they could pay it back so of course with my grandmother being too old it was up to me to pay it off. That's why I worked so much and struggled to pay it back."

"How much was it?"

"Eighty coins."

"That much?"

"Well maybe that's not a lot of money to a demon lord like you or your sister but to someone who could barely buy food, and lived in the poorest part of the village it was a lot ." You felt a little irritated that he seemed to not take it too seriously but he had grown up with money or at least with less struggle than yourself so he might not have understood what you went through. "Sleepless nights of hunger just to save one more miserable coin made my heart break. Or knowing that I had to give any food to my grandmother who needed it more but was never grateful. ...Every time my traps never caught any animals or a fish got away from my line or there was never enough berries on a bush... You're the lucky ones."

"Why didn't you just end the life of whoever you owed money too? That would've been a lot simply to take care of, you had no problem with taking care of everyone else." He was probably noting Sakura and that man you kicked before.

"Because I'm not someone who would resort to that unless I absolutely had no other choice and only if I was in actual danger! I would've been married off to someone who hated me if I didn't pay back his family yes, but that doesn't mean I would solve something horrible by doing something even more horrible! I just-...I WANTED OUT!!" Your sudden rose in tone had him blinking and Daki peeping over his shoulder. "I JUST WANTED ONE THING TO GO MY WAY!! WAS THAT TO MUCH TO ASK?! IS THAT ONE THING FORBIDDEN TO FOR ME?! I just wanted ONE thing to go in my favor ONCE!! ONE THING to be my doing without having it turned into something horrible later! I just want one person to listen! But it seems like even that's asking too much...I had to lie and run away just to have any say for my future...But even that's dashed now isn't it?"

You NEVER asked for any of this?! Your poor family situation. Almost getting forcibly married. Having to lie to so many people and run away to avoid anymore conflict. Almost getting forced into so many other marriages. Getting hurt. Now you're stuck in this place engaged to so many people you didn't even know a year prior and a mother. Not that you'd really complain about Rui he's innocent in this entire mess. But how'd you get caught up in such a tangled mess bigger than the world's most confusing puzzle? You had to find some solution to this but any hope won't arrive unless you can find a way out or until you can talk to Muzan's wife which won't be until November at the earliest!! All the stress from earlier came back a bit but ....Yelling about it seemed to relieve some of the long brewing tension in your mind.

There was a tense silence as everyone just sat motionless and still in the awkward silence. You could still feel yellow eyes bore into your head until they looked away and down at the floor.

"....Our mother tried to kill me as a child."

The sentence startled you. Made you visibly flinched before you just ...froze. The silence still creeping in on yourself and just sitting there...until your eyes numbly glanced behind you.

"....What?"

"You think I was born like this without being cursed?" He huffed. A similar way Daki scoffed further showing their similarities as siblings. "You think we're the lucky ones?" A growl escaped his throat. "Luck had nothing to do with anything at all."

"Why would you say anything like that?" Your voice was calm. Meek. Quiet. Barely over a whisper. But he heard it. Oh he heard it.

"Because we were born on the Rashomon Riverbank. The lowest class of the entertainment district , children there were seen as extra mouths to feed so we were for being born. My mother nearly killed me more than once before I was born , she also tried to kill me after I was born since I was nothing but a burdon in her eyes." The intake of his throat hissed however you couldn't tell what emotion was behind that action. Sorrow? Anger? Maybe a long festering annoyance? "And yet I survived by some twisted fate. "My body was weak like a withered leaf, yet somehow I clung to life with what strength I had left. The body you view now is stronger...but.." a hand left your side to scratch at and dig his nails into the thin stomach and middle of the hunched over figure. "It's...highly debatable if I look any better than I did then." The nails threatened to break skin-

Yellow eyes widened as a smaller hand grabbed at the hand and pulled it away from its scratching. "I think you look rather pleasant."

The absurdity of that compliment in the middle of such a sad state made him bark a laugh. "Again... That's debatable. Not everyone is so kind to use names such as pleasant for me. Worm. Moron. Cretin. Coward. Good for nothing...dead weight. I was mocked for my ugly voice and appearance. Sometimes they'd even throw rocks at me for it."

Your head tilted up... before you turned to look at his face finally. Throw things at him? Was that why he didn't react when that crowd pelted him with rocks and garbage?

"It felt like every insult in the world was created to leave an emotional scar on me. Not only was I hideous but I was filthy too, covered in grime from head to toe with the stench of death alwsys around me. It didn't help that I lived in the entertainment district where beauty was the measure of your worth."...The grip on your hands tightened to an almost painful grip. "You're lucky to not live there. With your beautiful looks, you would've been like a rabbit to a pack of starving wolves."

"I can't believe you went through that..."

"Gets worse. You were the lucky one to have easier access to food. I was treated like a starving monster. Whenever I got hungry I ate mice and insects, reptiles like snakes. Just so I wouldn't starve. My only source of entertainment or trace of a toy was a sycle a customer left behind with our mother." A sycle? Like the ones he used to fight now? "Soon though things started to change for me once Daki was born."

A proud smile finally overtook his face even though there was sadness underneath and you noticed that Daki had popped up again this time leaning on her brother's hunched back with her own proud smile. Huh. Their mouths were in a similar shape when they smiled.

"After our mother died of a human illness we were free to walk our own paths, and Daki WAS my path. Even at a young age people couldn't help but stop and marvel at her beauty. I quickly learnt I was good at fighting after and started working as a debt collector." He shrugged. "Not a clean job but it paid well enough for us and it was something I could actually do effectively. I might've revolted everyone but they feared me too now, and that brought me pure joy." Another hiss came as he sucked through his fangs and smiled in an almost sadistic way. "Ooh. Yes it did. My ugliness became my source of pride and because I have such a gorgeous sister my sense of inferiority was washed away as well. Call it wishful thinking but I really thought we were on the fast track to a better life." Then all at once, the smile disappeared and replaced with a burning deep rage. "Until that fateful day..our luck ran dry."

"Gyutaro, what happened?"

"Daki stabbed a customer in the eye with a hairpin in self defense. When news got out it was a samurai, her hands and feet were bound...and she was burnt alive."

Your head snapped back at such a revelation being spoken. Bu-...BURNT ALIVE?! WHY?! Why would they do that?! Why would anyone DO THAT?! That sounded more horrible than being thrown in jail!! How could anyone bring themselves to do such an act of violence?!

"I wasn't there." His continued speech made you flinch in his grasp. His head back down again. But there was a change in his body. A deep trembling that didn't stop. "By the time I got home from work...she was burnt to a crisp. They nearly killed me too when I showed up. A deep gash along my back would do that...but they didn't live long enough to finish the job...Ah."

he didn't even flinch at the second trembling body attached to his back or the feeling of nails digging into him from the harsh grip of his sister. Right. He almost forgot she was here too. Probably helped to ground him back before he lost himself in past rage and spiraled out of control in front of her and the girl he had in his grip. No sense in causing unnecessary fear.

"....No one offered to help us. No surprise there. That was just the story of our daily lives. No one batted an eye to our suffering even at its worst. And then it would start to snow.. very cold those nights. Day in and day out we were neglected and denied any mercy from bystanders, if we were merely human we would've died by then. Why was that?" As if that were to ever be answered. "So much for fortune and misfortune being intertwined. Our entire lives were filled with tragedy, pain, and suffering back to back around like some twisted circle. ...A cycle only to be played over and over again never to be broken...Until one did break it."

"Douma." You hadn't meant to speak that outloud but the look he gave you told you that it was true.

"Upper Moon Six at the time. This was before he challenged Akaza for Upper Moon Two and won. Funny how that worked. Something so feared held something so precious as mercy. Especially for someone like me."

"He...saved your lives." Gyutaro slowly nodded. "Why?"

"He helps people with their wants and desires. My desires were clear, he only polished what I could accomplish and move some of the heavier boulders off the rocky pathway for us to get here. ....I can respect him an amount for that regard."

Huh... Perhaps whomever this Douma person truly was actually wasn't a bad person? But...tose lifeless eyes. You shivered remembering them. They still sent a chill down your spine.

"Becoming a Kizuki wasn't even a want for me. The respect and authority is nice but responsibility isn't my strong suit...but I don't regret becoming one. If I was given a choice I'd just become one over and over again if that's what it takes to enact vengeance. I don't have regrets with my choices.." You blinked large hands dropping from your body to a pathetic and livid lap of a connected filthy body. "However... I've always had one regret...I just never mentioned it before but it continues to haunt me...Daki."

Said girl flinched on his back still pressed face first into the rough skin clinging onto as if for dear life. Ironic how that was wasn't it?

"Had I never taught you my way of life you might have lived a better life." The trembling behind him stopped. The body in front of him froze. "Had you only worked at a better house, you might have become a respectable Oiran, and if you'd been born to a better mother you'd have a better family. One without being so filthy. Who knows?..maybe you'd even been a high socialite. You do have a very impressionable personality. Maybe you're only in this situation because I raised you with the mindset of take before they take from you. If you didn't have me... you wouldn't ever be like this."

The hunched over form leaned more over and once dried eyes succumbed to the leaking trailing of salt riddled tears falling down the face and marking the ugly face once again with water that would never wash away the ugliness or filth. Not even a little. Nothing ever changed didn't it? Not even a little bit. Look at him. Pathetic. Not that he really was anything else.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Blubbering now. How could he get any more pathetic than this? "I'm sorry I wasn't what you deserved."

"Shut up! Just shut up!" A voice screeched and he nearly toppled over when a large weight suddenly latched onto him. A fresh set of tears rolling down his back. "Why do you always have to t-take things so far?!" A familiar loud high pitched whine pierced the air and a woman whined into him. "I-I told you I'm not g-g-going a-any where!! You couldn't get rid of m-me even if you tried!! I'm not going to let you be alone! S-So stop saying that!"

"She's right..You shouldn't say those kinds of things."

Soft.

The touch was so soft when two hands grabbed his own hands back and hold him just...Held him. When did anyone ever hold him? There was no one to ever hold him. If anyone he was always the one doing the holding up for the both of them. The world was always too cruel to allow anyone else to be near either of them. maybe....

Maybe just bring held once would be ok.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm sorry m' filthy! M' sorry something so filthy taints your presence-"

"Now stop that. I'd rather have you hold me than anyone else right now." Soft hands were placed under his chin and tilted upwards to make yellow eyes gaze into purple ones. "A heart of gold is usually hidden by mud while a cruel soul is cloaked by porcelain. It just takes a little bit for the gold to shine."

That was it.

Lips were captured. Surprise went off.

AND. IT. FELT. FULFILLING.

Like fireworks shooting off behind his heart. Pins and needles numbed his limbs. His nerve endings felt on fire. Yes...Yes this would do nicely. Something pretty. So pretty to call his own. So very, very pretty and soft.

And so very very his.

A knock interrupted any good magic in the air. A growl escaped Gyutaro and he was forced to retreat as the door slid wide open...and a servant stood there frozen as he saw the state of you three.

"WHAT?!"

Gyutaro's angry bark got the man to jump nearly jumping back outside but instead he fell to his knees and hid his face with a bow. Holding out something in his arms in an attempt to appease the now angry demon before him. "F-FORGIVE ME LORD GYUTARO!! B-B-But a v-v-very important p-p-package arrived for Lady Y/n! I-It couldn't wait!"

Another package? Really? Oh great. You could only wonder what it could've been this time. Another dress? A fan? Maybe a decorative vase? Your eyes looked to the servants'hands and froze. There in his hands was a perfectly wrapped pink box.

The very SAME pink box you sent back to Douma.

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eddie-van-munson · 2 years

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eddie munson x fem reader, the reader gets hurt/has a injury but has a high pain tolerance and kinda has the attitude of it will be fine if that makes sense. Eddie sees it (maybe when she is buying off of him or something) and helps her take cafe off it cause its actually a bit worse than she though 🤷‍♀️

Warnings: Cuts and Bruises, Bullying, Cursing, Very Brief Mention of the Reader being Groped by a Bully, Drug-use (Weed).

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"Holy shit. What the hell happened to you?"

You sighed, your brows furrowed, "Hello to you, too."

"You got fucked up." The leaves crunched beneath his feet as he slung his backpack onto the bench of the picnic table.

"I did. Are you going to sell me drugs or not?"

He toyed with one of his dark curls as he chuckled, looking you up and down. "You're actively bleeding all over yourself. Forgive me if I'm a little concerned."

You swiped your nose on the sleeve of your shirt, which only succeeded in smearing it across your cheek.

Eddie winced, "Who the hell messed you up so bad?"

You rolled your eyes, "Take a wild guess."

"Carver?" His face hardened, forehead creasing when you shrugged.

"One of his goons grabbed my ass in the parking lot after school, so I hit him."

Before you could protest, Eddie was wandering over to hold your face in both hands, tilting your chin up and down to study your various cuts and bruises. "Looks like he got a few hits in, himself."

You scoffed, "You think this is bad? I'm fine. Go find curly-top. I wouldn't be surprised if he's missing teeth."

Eddie gave a loud laugh as a smile tugged at your lips. It stung, and he easily noticed you fighting the urge to cringe at the feeling.

He gave a long exhale, thinking to himself, and shook his head. "I'll tell you what, Bruiser. You come back to my place and let me get you doctored up, and I'll give you a 50% discount, hm?"

You gave him a look, "What's in it for you?"

"Absolutely nothing. You're robbing me blind, you little shit." He mussed your hair, throwing his bag over his shoulder and grabbing his lunch box. "Now, c'mon."

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You hadn't realized Eddie lived right down the road from your trailer until now, but you really should've known. Your mom was always complaining about your neighbors being reckless drivers and playing their music too loud. Hell, that had Munson written all over it.

It was a cozy little home. Messy as hell...in the perfectly charming sort of way you'd expect Eddie's place to look.

"Do you live here alone?" You called to him as he searched the medicine cabinet. Your fingers traced the embroidered words etched across the front of a baseball cap, just one out of the large collection of them displayed across the walls. You couldn't remember ever seeing Eddie wear a baseball cap.

"No. My Uncle lives here too. He works late at the power plant." You glanced towards him at the sound of a box hitting the floor, turning just in time to see a handful of band aids fluttering around him in the air like confetti. He grabbed them up quickly and stuffed them back in the box as you giggled at the scene. He fought a smile, "Shut up and go sit on the counter."

You obeyed, jumping up and wiggling back to sit comfortably on the Formica. Eddie propped open the kit he'd found beside you, shuffling through it messily.

"Alright, Tiger. Let's get you cleaned up first so we can see just how bad you got your ass kicked." You rolled your eyes at him, giving him an incredulous look as he grabbed a clean washcloth from a drawer by the stove. He washed his hands first before soaking the cloth under warm water and wringing it out. His hands left little wet marks on your jeans as he pulled you towards him by the back of your knees, standing between your legs.

"I want you to tell me if it stings too bad ok? Red light system." You couldn't help but feel touched by the concern in his big brown eyes. You nodded, giving him a grateful smile.

Had you known letting Eddie Munson play nurse with you would make your heart go all achy with love, you might have decided the cheap weed wasn't worth it, but here you were, his hands cradling your face tenderly as his pretty features focused on you. You tried not to stare, but it'd been so long since you'd gotten personal attention like this. The only way you could manage to keep from ogling him was to let your eyes flutter shut entirely.

Eddie felt like he was on cloud nine. Even through the bruises and cuts, you looked perfect. So pretty and malleable for him as he cleaned you up. His pulse sped as you relaxed, eyes growing heavy under his touches.

"Eddie?" You cooed softly as he swiped a thin trail of blood from your neck.

"Hm?"

Your lashes fluttered against your cheeks, "Why're you taking care of me?"

He hummed, "Because I've gotten my face beat in at least twice by every member of Carver's immediate friend group."

"Yeah? You got someone patching you up too?"

He chuckled as he tossed the bloodied washcloth into the sink, blowing a cool stream of air over your face to dry your angry red skin. "Not exactly."

Your eyes opened, brows raising. "So you just give half-priced weed out to everyone with shiners?"

"Nah. I don't make a habit of that." He smiled, rifling through the red box for an alcohol swab. "I've just got a soft spot for you."

You blushed, though he couldn't see it behind the bruise on your cheekbone. "Why's that?"

There was a long pause as he finally found what he was looking for, tearing the package open. "You've got a pretty face, princess. Hate seeing it all wrecked."

You gave a soft laugh as Eddie showed you the alcohol pad as a warning, his brows raising with question. You gave him a nod and clenched your jaw as he held you still, carefully gliding it over your more open cuts. It stung, but you sat still for him just the same. Eddie cringed as your expression tightened with pain, quickly finishing his work so he could toss the swab and soothe the burning.

"That's it. Hard part's over." He dragged his thumb up and down over your jaw soothingly, fanning your skin with his free hand. "You alright? I know that hurts like shit."

"I'm pretty tough."

Eddie laughed sweetly, "Hell yeah, you are." He wandered over to the fridge, grabbing an ice pack for the bruises as he spoke. "Wayne used to spray me with Bactine when I'd scrape my knees. I lost my shit every time. I cried like a baby."

"Oh my god." You gave an amused smile at the thought of Eddie as a child, even more crazy and energetic than he was now. You kicked him lightly. "I bet you were a nightmare as a kid."

He gave you innocent doe eyes, "Why do you say that?"

"Because you're a nightmare now." He kicked you back, giggling at your good natured teasing. You sighed, "I bet were a cute kid too, though. Too cute for your own good."

He smiled as he wrapped the ice pack in a clean dish towel. "And what makes you say that?"

There was a long silence, both of you daring one another to say when you both were thinking. Because you're cute now. Finally, you gave a shrug in response, which made Eddie laugh loudly.

He watched your expression as he carefully held the ice to the bruise that spread up to your temple. "How's that feeling? Any pain?"

You shook your head, biting your lower lip until the feeling slowly faded and your cheek numbed. The room was comfortable and quiet as he doted over you. He watched your face carefully for any sign of hurting, taking care of each purple mark until the swelling was gone and any remaining pain had dulled out.

"Alright. That should keep them from getting any darker."

You smile, fondly. "Thank you, Doctor Munson."

He snorted, "Don't say that. I'll get turned on." A loud laugh escaped you, head tilting back a little as Eddie's face split in a grin. "I've got a thing for damsels in distress."

You scoffed as he stuck a band aid down over the worst of your scuffs. "I am not a damsel in distress."

He frowned, looking up at the ceiling as if he was considering this. "You definitely are."

"I am not!" You crossed your arms indignantly.

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with letting a big strong man carry you off into the sunset and make it all better, sometimes." He wiggled his brows, teasingly. "You don't always have to slay the dragon."

"No. You know what, Munson? I think you're the princess in the tower!" His jaw dropped, as if you'd just smacked him across the face. "That's right! I'm the knight in shining armor, here!"

Eddie paused, thinking it over. "Wait...That's actually kind of hot! I like that! A lady knight?

"Mhm. Returning from battle so that a beautiful healer can nurse me back to health with his gentle hands!" You gave him a proud look, your chin raised with ego, but Eddie only blushed.

"You think I'm beautiful? And I have gentle hands?" He glanced down at his ringed fingers, studying them

You shrugged, "Shit, absolutely. You've got really nice hands. And you're pretty as hell."

Eddie knew for a fact he was bright red. He scratched his neck, chuckling, "You know what? Why don't you take the half ounce for free."

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Demon Bride Ch41 To Play Matchmaker P3

(Some illustrations of some minor characters from my story Demon Bride. Those being-

Eri: The healer and alley from earlier in the series. She'll make a return soon.

Nagi: A one off character but still one that had been around a decent bit.

Komoki: Eri's fiance and another minor character in the series.

Also enjoy TWO chapters getting posted. Took longer but double the content was worth it.

Warnings!!: Mentioning of Gyutaro's and Daki's backstory. Mentioning of abuse/death/attempted murder/killing and Daki burning. Mentioning of the Red Light District but it will STAY SFW!! This will HEAVILY reference s2 ep11 and Gyutaro's backstory however slight changes have been made to fit the au.)

The feeling was cold. Thick. Making your skin break out in goosebumps. Unlike anything else you've ever felt before. You weren't sure if you liked this feeling in your face-

"Are you sure this stuff is supposed to help cleanse your face?" Your hand reached up to touch the goop Daki planted on your face after she tied your hair back. A pale hand smacking your hand away.

"Karaku? That name sounds familiar." Daki rolled up the strand in one of the curlers.

"You don't remember? He's one of those brothers who also gave you gifts." Gyutaro grunted annoyed at the mere mention of them.

"Which one? There's five of them."

"The pervert with green eyes."

"Is the title of Kizuki Bride really that important?"

"HA! Seriously? It's like the universe played a nasty truck on you."

You deadpanned. "I've noticed that. But I'm more worried about what that Sakura might try next.''

"Brother! Stop that! You'll ruin your mud mask and smear her skin dirty! It's not dry yet!"

"F-For the last time! You're not dirty! You really do look fine to me."

"Whatever."

"Wait. What time is it?" With everything going on you lost track of time. "Rui might come back home soon. He'll be wondering where I am."

"....Your hands are calloused," he noted bluntly in a curious tone whichbyou nodded at. "Girls don't have calloused hands. They're hands are always so soft and perfect."

Was he confused about seeing a woman with callouses? You supposed he'd never seen a woman with them. "Well I worked every day of my life back in my village. I wasn't exactly the most well off."

He looked at you. Yellow eyes boring into your head. "How?"

Gyutaro was silent without speaking up or asking anything else but you still felt those eyes boring into you. Was he waiting for you to continue talking?

"Debt?"

"How much was it?"

"Eighty coins."

"That much?"

There was a tense silence as everyone just sat motionless and still in the awkward silence. You could still feel yellow eyes bore into your head until they looked away and down at the floor.

"....Our mother tried to kill me as a child."

The sentence startled you. Made you visibly flinched before you just ...froze. The silence still creeping in on yourself and just sitting there...until your eyes numbly glanced behind you.

"....What?"

"Why would you say anything like that?" Your voice was calm. Meek. Quiet. Barely over a whisper. But he heard it. Oh he heard it.

Yellow eyes widened as a smaller hand grabbed at the hand and pulled it away from its scratching. "I think you look rather pleasant."

Your head tilted up... before you turned to look at his face finally. Throw things at him? Was that why he didn't react when that crowd pelted him with rocks and garbage?

"I can't believe you went through that..."

"Gyutaro, what happened?"

"Daki stabbed a customer in the eye with a hairpin in self defense. When news got out it was a samurai, her hands and feet were bound...and she was burnt alive."

"Douma." You hadn't meant to speak that outloud but the look he gave you told you that it was true.

"He...saved your lives." Gyutaro slowly nodded. "Why?"

Huh... Perhaps whomever this Douma person truly was actually wasn't a bad person? But...tose lifeless eyes. You shivered remembering them. They still sent a chill down your spine.

Said girl flinched on his back still pressed face first into the rough skin clinging onto as if for dear life. Ironic how that was wasn't it?

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Blubbering now. How could he get any more pathetic than this? "I'm sorry I wasn't what you deserved."

"She's right..You shouldn't say those kinds of things."

Soft.

Maybe just bring held once would be ok.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm sorry m' filthy! M' sorry something so filthy taints your presence-"

That was it.

Lips were captured. Surprise went off.

AND. IT. FELT. FULFILLING.

And so very very his.

A knock interrupted any good magic in the air. A growl escaped Gyutaro and he was forced to retreat as the door slid wide open...and a servant stood there frozen as he saw the state of you three.

"WHAT?!"

The very SAME pink box you sent back to Douma.

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