A sense of satisfaction was heavy as the machines around her started to power down. Smiling at Piper who she had forced to help her with this. She needed someone to stabalize her project and she knew her affection for the boy would have her give it her all to keep him alive. And as long as he made it through the night, it seemed to be a success. Despite how shallow his breathing was.
The coppery scent of blood was thick in the air. As giving Piper a moment as she tried to comfort and apologize to the unconscious boy on the table; Cyclonis moved to make a direct line call to Dark Ace.
Informing him to come to the dungeons. A secret part of the castle that only a select few even knew existed. She also told him to bring a trusted friend. That he would need it for clean up. Leaving him to guard the room and watch and inform her of any changes with him.
Once certain he was on her way. She returned to Piper. Activating her crystal to force the other girl to move taking one more moment to look down at the boy.
The sharpshooter from the Storm Hawks. Technically her property since the war had ended and she took them on as a prisoner. She needed someone to test a crystal she had found in the Far Side. Unsure of what the effects might even be as she worked on it.
Now following his name sake, the boy seemed to have bloodied fins all over his body as well as scales. Internally where she had cut him open and placed the crystal it also clearly changed internal processes. Which was the most worrying part. And why she needed the other girl to keep him stable. Use magic to keep his heart breathing while his body mutated. He even had a long serpentine tail. Also covered in blood.
It seemed gills might have also formed. Which would have worried her about how well he could breathe but he appeared to be still breathing. If a bit shallow. She would have to test more things later.
Piper was crying.
Cyclonis didn't care as heading out of the room. Leaving her Champion to clean up her mess.
I am SO SORRY for the two months delay but I really had issues writing this request. I started it over about 7 times... But I am FINALLY content with it. SO here we go !
Scenario 1 : continuously denying others who think they are together
Izo x GN!Reader // Words : 2.3K // Warnings : few swearing (no beta reader).
« Are you two dating?”
The first time someone asked you this question, it was Thatch, during a lunch.
“Why. No?” You were as confused as Izo was. Nothing was going on between you. You were just friends. Thatch didn’t insist. You had no idea what made him think like this…
*
“You’re dating?”
The second time, it was Ace. Izo chocked when the water went down the wrong way. You patted this back as he coughed.
“What the fuck Ace?”
“You’re sharing your bottle with him! You’re never sharing it with me!”
“Because his is empty.”
Ace, short on arguments, shout-talked: “Ok but that’s an indirect kiss!”
Between two coughs, Izo murmured a dumbass to the younger boy. You sighed. An indirect kiss…
*
“Ginjo or daiginjo?” Marco murmured.
“Hm?” You were on food shopping with Thatch. Marco went along you in an alcohol store.
“Izo’s birthday is coming soon. I wanted to offer him sake, but I can’t remember his favourite.”
“Ginjo.” You pointed at the right one on the shelf. “The fruitiest.”
“You know his taste so well.” The first commander gave you a side-eyed glare and smirked. “No wonder you’re his boy/girlfriend.”
“I am not.” You emphasized the not strongly. You just knew his taste because you were the cook’s assistant… You turned back to the wine section. What was the one Thatch used for his boeuf bourguignon again?
*
It went on like this. At least twice or thrice a week, Izo and you had to deny any romance going on between you. You wondered if there was a crewmate that hadn’t ask you yet. Yet, you never changed your words: it was just a friendship.
Izo had not such effect on you.
Sure, you thought he was an interesting man, experienced and talented in plenty of ways. He knew how to talk, how to take care of himself was it for his hair, his make-up, or his clothes. His eyes were captivating, and his voice was charming, of course. But he had no effect on you.
Right?
“(NAME)!” You turned your head to Thatch. “The food will burn. Turn it.”
You quickly answered his command and turned down the fire a bit. You sighed. You never got lost on your thoughts while on cooking duty. The cook knew it as well.
“What’s happening? It’s the third time this week you almost burned a meal. You should ask Marco to check you if you feel unwell.”
“I’m well. I’m not sick.”
From the counter you were working on, you saw Izo and another commander passing by a window. He sent you a smile and a quick hand sign, to which you responded, before going further.
“Not sick but lovesick, hm.”
You gave a snap on Thatch’s hand with your spatula.
“Ow! You shouldn’t hit a commander. Even more, your own division commander.” He said in a teasing tone.
“I am hitting a friend. My division commander friend. I fear no consequences.”
“You should! I feel jealous because you wouldn’t do this to your friend Izo.” You raised the spatula to snap him once more, yet he dodged it this time. You didn’t answer and got back to your task. But Thatch wasn’t having it. He observed your moves, seriousness in his expression for once.
“Stop watching me like this. You have work to do, Commander. Diner time is in an hour.”
“I know you like him.”
“I already told you we are not dating.”
“That’s not what I said. I said you like him.”
“I don’t.”
“What would you do if he kissed you?”
“What?” You stopped what you were doing and turned to him, eyebrows frowned. “What are you talking about now?”
“What would you do if he kissed you? Suddenly. Out of nowhere.”
“I don’t know… Your question is so strange.”
“Ok, then what would you do if I kissed you?”
This time you answered without hesitation. “I’d punch you in the face. Don’t you dare.” Thatch laughed and waved a hand between the two of you, indicating he had no intention to.
“See, that’s my point. You’re doing everything differently whenever it comes to him. I know I won’t convince you about it right now. Just think about it. Next time someone ask you if you’re dating, ask yourself why.”
*
You didn’t plan to pay attention to Thatch’s words.
“You’re so cute like this. You look like lovebirds in their nest- HAHA MISSED!”
Izo sent one of his geta to Ace’s face that went through him. OUCH. The second one got him on the back of his head. It was nighttime. You were sitting on the deck with Izo, his head on yours resting on his shoulder. You were reading, waiting for the sleep to come. It wasn’t something unusual for you.
While Izo got back to his reading, your eyes kept reading the same sentence again and again… You were sat with Izo, resting against him, in your little own world until Ace’s arrival. It was intimate… even more when you think about the other times you would read in the same hammock or alone in the nest. Yet nothing never happened because you were just friends.
“(Name), you’re ok? You haven’t turned your page in a moment.” Izo’s breath on your ear awaken you.
“Y-yeah… I’m falling asleep on my book. I should probably go to sleep right now.”
“Sure. Have a good night, (Name).” You felt your inside warm. Since when Izo’s words made you feel warm?
*
“It’s been months. Can’t you just stop pretend and make it official? Everyone knows already.”
“You know Vista, I never thought about hurting any of you in about 20 years. But right now, I’m contemplating the idea of knocking you out.”
“Try me.”
Occasionally, when Thatch would finish tidying the kitchen early, he would invite a few fellow commanders to have a drink and play cards in the scullery. This time, there were Izo, Vista, Marco, and a sleeping Ace. Izo had won the previous games, and it wasn’t to Vista’s taste. He knew your relation was a good subject to distract the 16th division commander.
“Why don’t you want to tell us about it?”
“Because there is nothing to say beside it’s friendship.”
“Friendship. I’m friend with all of you but I would never read while resting my head on your shoulder.” Vista fluttered exaggeratedly his eyelashes Izo’s way.
“Lucky us, you would crush our shoulder under your weight.” Marco said and Izo added sneakily: “Do you even know how to read?”
Everyone still heard him and laughed. It earned him a punch in the arm from Vista.
“We know they’re special for you. Just ask them out already. Everyone’s on your asses because it’s clear as water you’ve been made for each other.” Vista added to his point, this time seriously; yet never forgetting his intention to distract Izo.
“Sure.”
“I can prove my point: they’re the only one you shared your reading with, they’re the only one you sleep with, the only one you shared your bottle with-Ace was right about it” At the call of his name, the young man woke up with a card glued on his cheek. “-Hell, they’re the only one that can touch your hair and keep their hand. You let them brush it for you, I saw it!”
“And so what? How does any of this prove I have romantic feelings for (Name)?” Izo sighed, looking at a mute Vista.
“What would you do if Marco tried to kiss you?”
Marco sent a side-eye to Thatch meaning why me. But he knew Thatch chose him because he was one of the longest friends Izo had and that he wasn’t annoyed with him at the moment, like he was with Vista.
“I would push him back or step backwards, something like this. But I don’t see your point.”
“What would you do if (Name) tried to kiss you?” Everyone’s gaze went from Izo to Thatch to Izo again. It was the first time the black-haired man was left speechless about that subject.
“You don’t know? Or you know but don’t want to say it?”
Izo gritted his teeth and looked down. He slammed his cards on the table, his game visible, and left the room without another word.
Izo had a winning game.
*
“So you wouldn’t kiss me. I’m disappointed.” A little smile showed on Izo’s red lips when he recognised Marco’s voice. The blond man came to his side and imitated his position, crossed arms resting on the railing.
“I’m sorry I left like this.”
“Don’t be. Vista was so preoccupied to confuse you that he got lost on his own and I won thanks to your desertion. And… They’ll get over it. They’re big boys.” Izo just hummed for an answer. “You know… Vista’s idea to ask them out isn’t that bad. I mean, you initially got closer to them because you were interested in them, right?” Marco watched Izo sighed and nodded. “Then what stopped you?”
“We’re friends. That’s what.”
“If by that you mean that you’re scared they don’t see you as more than a friend then let me tell you something: I haven’t been so captivated by a dawning romance since Oden and Toki.”
“It was 25 years ago.”
“That’s my point, Izo. For months I got to see the two of you sharing moments and looks. You know that most of our men don’t care about romance and yet you passionate them.” Izo shut his eyes and sighed once again. “To be honest I may be a bit guilty for everything. The first time Thatch asked you if you were dating it was because I give him the idea.” Izo looked at Marco with his eyebrows frowned. “You were there talking and whenever one of you was looking around, one had such a tender gaze for the other… It was physically hurting to witness your obliviousness. I thought it would give a little push… But you kept stated you were just friends and you stopped making moves their way. I’m sorry, Izo.”
Izo shook his head. “Don’t be.” He had drunk and processed Marco’s every words. He could have been mad, but he wasn’t at all. His friend wanted to help after all. And it gave him hope and strength he’d lost in the last months. He was about to go but Marco caught him.
“One last thing.”
*
Izo knew you were asleep when he left Marco. So, he waited until the early hours of the day when you would come in the kitchen to prepare the breakfast. You were always beginning the preparation by yourself.
When he entered, you had just started cutting bread.
“You knew it was Ginjo.”
You almost cut yourself and turned around to see Izo. He apologized for the scare.
“The Ginjo? Your favourite sake. What about it?”
“Marco told me you helped him choose it for my birthday gift.”
“Hm, right. He didn’t remember. I did. You know it’s my job as the cook assistant.”
“Yet, you couldn’t remember the usual wine Thatch was using for his beef recipe. That’s what Marco said.”
You frowned, wondering where the conversation was going. He had come closer to you during your small talk, and you could see his tired features. He hadn’t sleep much, if at all, but he mostly looked tensed, unsure, and decided. You left your duty aside to give him your full attention.
“Thatch asked me what I would do if Marco tried to kiss me. I told him I would push him away.” You were even more confused, and at the same time, you remembered Thatch asking you a similar question. “He also asked what I would do if you tried to kiss me.”
Since he didn’t continue, you asked “What did you answer?”
“Actually, I didn’t answer… But I had plenty of images in my mind I couldn’t describe.”
Considering his choice of words, Izo started apologising about it sounded perverted, unappropriated according to him. But you cut him short.
“He asked me too. He asked me what I would do if you ever tried to kiss me.” You read in Izo’s eyes his desire to know more. “I said I don’t know. But now I do.” You looked down, feeling your skin suddenly burning under Izo’s intense gaze. “I… I would let you do it. I would kiss you back.”
You felt his fingers brush under your chin and gently pull it up so you could watch the sweetness in his eyes. His pupils moved on your whole face, between your eyes to your lips, looking for permission and any sign of doubt or refusal on your part. But the fact you grabbed his cloth to pull him down and closer comforted him in his previous action. Your lips touched, smoothly, lightly the first time. More forcefully and strongly on the second as each of you grabbed the other by the neck. A thrill ran through your body when you sensed his warm tongue brushed your lips in the kiss.
Izo pecked you once more before he broke the kisses. He didn’t pull back thought. His hand on your neck fell to your hips to keep you close to him.
*
“Izo, I wanted to apologise for yesterday. And, I won’t tease you about your relationship with (Name) anymore.”
“Thanks, I appreciate. Even thought it won’t be necessary.” Vista frowned at Izo’s answer.
Izo and Vista were already almost done with their breakfast when you joined them and sat right next to Izo as per usual. You exchanged a look and smiled timidly. Ace that was passing by behind you stopped when he saw this.
“Ow, you’re definitely the cutest couple!”
“Thanks, Ace.” You answered him happily while Izo laughed at Ace and Vista’s lost faces. Things promised to be interesting.
Just saw the bad branch AU, and I was wondering what branch's role is? Like what's his affiliation with gristle? P.S. love your art style!
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now for your question
branch started as gristle's "friend", the deal was if Branch can keep gristle happy he can stay alive after he was abandoned (unintentionally) by the trolls in the trolls tree!
so he kind of become like a court jester to gristle and the King, and he does make them laugh but not in a good way, he makes pranks on others and hurt their feelings.
for example: you have a fear of spiders and your friend pranks you with putting spiders under your pillow and films you while laughing, that kind of pranks.
now that's not good, but branch is desperate and he kind of can't feel happiness himself (with him being gray and faking everything), he does feel bad tho, but why? he hates the bergens, hates them with all his heart.
but he can't run away, so he stays playing friends with gristle for a few years until he starts fearing that the bergens would hurt him for being able to only make the royal family happy.
so he becomes like a celebrity to the bergens!
and gristle really considered Branch a friend.
best friends even!
that is until the big fire.
and from here it kinda depends on what route or what scenario
scenario one is where he and gristle become the closest, he forgives the bergens, and become kind of right hand to gristle?
he also becomes the ambassador of the trolls and bergens!
their bond is really strong tho, in every route.
yes they're salty about each other, but really do care.
whoo. new game plus au. direct continuation off of this.
Bihyung makes an irritated noise. [Hey, settle down, I haven’t even introduced the scenario to you. What makes you think it’s going to be the same as before?]
But what he says doesn’t stop far too many people charging at one little boy, his mother baring her teeth as she grabs at him – no, she’s grabbing at his net. What’s so important about that net? Isn’t this situation moving a little too fast.
“A-aunt–”
“Just give it here quickly, I’m not unfair, you’ll get one, too, I just need–”
“Wow, you’re all awfully excited,” the highschooler that is definitely Kim Namwoon says, kicking the first person who’s run forward in the stomach. The man goes flying; Kim Namwoon grins, flexing fingers strengthened by a poisonous-looking black ether. “Man, I forgot what it was like up here. Wild. Who’s next?”
“You little punk, you think you’re so good–”
“Of course I think I’m good,” Kim Namwoon says. He flashes a wide, bloodthirsty grin in Kim Dokja’s direction as he casually punches someone else out. “Hey, ahjussi, you should go get your grasshoppers. You better not kill me this time, I only just got used to being alive again.”
“...This time?”
Kim Namwoon tilts his head to the side, the grin never leaving his face. “Questions are for later, ahjussi -- time’s ticking. Get your bugs from the kid before it’s too late. I’m used to you and the company being alive, you know?”
[What did I just say about this situation not being the same as before] Bihyung says flatly. [Excuse me, would everyone just stop for a moment so we can settle this calmly? Do I really have to explode some heads to get your attention? I can do it to everyone in this carriage, if that’s what you prefer. I’m sure you remember.]
Jill chose to fight, she refuse to leave Rachel behind without a fight.
The first zombie lunge forward and made the S.T.A.R.S. officer take a step back as she line up a shot at it while the other of the two infected approach her from the side. [Skill challenge 8, Jill fails with firearms skill at 7] The gun fire, a window shattered in the distance, yet the zombie was unharmed as they reach out to her. Jill curse as she lower the gun and start to turn [Skill challenge 9, Jill fails with survival skill at 7] but they caught her.
Their fingers coil around her right arm while the second infected grasp her left. [Skill challenge 10, Jill fails with defiance skill at 4] Jill pull her arms back, but she couldn’t shake them off. They place their free arms on her shoulders and push. The woman fall on her back on the ground and due to her struggle to get free Jill pull both zombies down with her. “G-Get off!” She fought hard, but the infected on top of her proceed to pin her down. It was impossible to escape.
They got me.. Oh god... They place their lips against her bare neck and kiss it, sucking hard on her skin to leave hickeys to mark her as their victim. Jill’s mouth twist in pleasurable agony before her lips part to release involuntary moan. They kept kissing her neck, holding the squirming woman down against the concrete, until it wasn’t enough for them. The infected move to make use of her mouth, both of them first crawling over her and then sitting on their knees before taking a hold of Jill’s head. She close her eyes as the first thrust their cock past her lips while the other start to rub their cum leaking shaft against her cheek. They use her anyway they could.
Don’t taste it, don’t think about it... But she did. Jill taste Rachel’s arousal on the cock that had been plunge deep in them just a second ago. Jill couldn’t stop it from tasting good, thinking how another woman had been just violated with this and she was made to clean it up. Don’t touch me.. Jill tried to hold it in, but she let out a guttural moan as she felt their hands grope her chest through her top. They weren’t gentle, yet she found unwanted pleasure in their roughness.
The street became more quiet. The only sounds were the silent moaning of a woman whose mouth found new use and the noise of Rachel sliding off the hood of the car and collapsing to the puddle of her own arousal beside the car she had been on... Cum leaking from her spent cunt and mouth. Jill couldn’t see if they were concsious or not as they lay still on the ground. Rachel, get up.. Get up and run.
That was the last thought Jill had before cum shot down her throat, filling her mouth in the process, as the other infected release its seed over her face. Her moans shift to gulping as she swallow all of it. [Jill’s infection rise to 1/20]
Instead of a vote for what Jill should do you get to send in ideas.
What will happen next? The next vote will be up tomorrow morning and will consist ideas of the writer and the ones you manage to send in (possibly in a slightly modified form) so be quick!
