#&♔┋flash

[drinkitfrommymouthsuou]

Ouran High School Host Club - Ep 23 - Tamaki's Unwitting Depression!

[brigadeleadxr]

whatever ship dynamic you call THIS give that to me immediately

[aeg3n]

cali made me some sexy icon templates so when I get the brainpower I will actually make some icons for him

[stahl-konigin]

Cbdjsksksk

WHEN DID THIS EVENT TURN INTO ACE ATTORNEY]

[lipglossanon]

♔ 𝔉𝔦𝔳𝔢 ♔

• A Dozen Roses • Fairy Tale AU •

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dead dove, incest, father/daughter incest, possessiveness, kissing, groping, thigh riding

Dawn does not break. A summer storm overtakes the early morning sky and overshadows the sun with pounding rain that comes down in sheets as lightning forks in the distance. Your chamber maids dress you warmly for even inside a chill is persisting along the stone corridors. 

Your father is nowhere to be found. Off with his fellow knights on a hunt, waylaid by the weather. That’s what the stable hand tells you as he points out the empty stall where your father’s steed usually rests. You frown out across the wide terrace as the maids usher you back inside. 

The day passes slowly, your ladies trying to distract you with music and sewing. One even whispers to you about the most recent gossip floating amongst the gentry. That your father has already chosen you a suitor— someone he was to announce after his hunt. 

“Is this so?” You murmur quietly, eyes seeking the window and yet only seeing the storm. 

She nods, threading her needle, “Yes, Princess. But tis only a rumor, just another tale to spread for those with too little responsibility.”

You smile at her, “I suppose that’s true enough.”

The talk turns to other things, letting you fall back into your thoughts. The book containing your mother’s story lies tucked against your side. Your grand plan of speaking to the King this morn dissipates like mist in the light. The day drags along and after supper, you visit her portrait hoping to glean more insight into this ghost. 

Refreshing her wilted lilies, as you have countless times before, makes your heart race with longing. Magic is all well and good but it seems to only have a place for you in the shadows of your heritage. Gifting her a single red rose, you place the thorny stem in the middle of the lilies and take your leave. Your ladies-in-waiting walk with you back to your chambers, bowing and bidding you a goodnight as you part from them at the door.

Once you’re completely alone, you light a candle and read over the words and secrets left behind in the diary until they swim across the page. You hear loud movement coming from beyond the door, leading you to creep across the cold floor to press an ear to the wood. The deep voice of your father can be heard but you are unable to parse what is being spoken. 

When you’re sure the hall is empty once more, you climb back into bed, hand reaching for the book you set aside. Eyes gaze unseeing upon the leather cover. The King has known everything all of this time and yet kept his distance. It hurts you. Makes you seek him out now regardless of the late hour, book in hand as you enter his rooms uninvited. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He’s seated in front of the fire, dressed down for the night in a simple tunic and breeches. His hair and clothing are soaked from the storm still raging outside. You suddenly realize you’re in your nightgown and how improper it was to walk through the castle in such undress as well as to be standing in the King’s antechamber. 

“Tell you what?” He tilts his head, eyes dark and heavy as they drag down your immodest shift—fists clenching where they lay against his thigh, “tell my precious little princess she holds magic in her blood?”

“Yes,” your voice turns pleading, “why hide from me what is my right?”

He shakes his head, “Twould do no good,” standing, he walks over to you, water dripping from his hair to the straight line of his nose, “would you have had me toss you off to that forest witch to be raised?”

Chills race down your back as he brushes stray hairs away from your face, “You are my daughter, my property... my responsibility.”

“You never cared before,” words burst from your lips like overripe fruit. “You paid me no mind until this summer, Father.”

“Because you look like her,” he growls, eyes flashing in the low light, “you could be her.”

He grasps your upper arm and walks you over in front of the looking glass; his free hand reaches up to cup your chin roughly, forcing you to gaze at the mirror image. You clench your eyes shut and he chuckles, a low mean sound, against your back. 

“Look, my naive daughter,” his calloused hands pinch into the skin of your jaw and you meet his eyes in the reflection, “you have given me a most precious gift— a second chance with my dear beloved.”

A gasp spills from your lips as the King lets go of your arm to cup your mound through your thin nightgown. 

“Have you been good while I’ve been away, Princess?” He murmurs against your ear, fingers rubbing slowly against the heat gathering at the apex of your thighs. 

“Yes, Father,” your brows pinch together, body leaning into his touch. 

“Good girl,” his thumb rubs across your bottom lip. 

That hot shivery feeling you sometimes get overtakes you, eyes darting to the King’s mouth. A yearning cavern opens in your chest, a hollow echo of loneliness making your lips part. It’s the same feeling that you had when he took it upon himself to confirm your purity, his mouth hot and wet upon your cunt. 

“You should check, Father,” the damning words whispered as if that would soften the indecent request. 

He presses his thumb past your lips, pushing against your tongue as you suckle the digit. 

“I should,” he rumbles, gaze hot on your mouth as he turns your head to the side, “just to be sure your chastity is in place.”

A chaste kiss is dropped to your mouth, fleeting like the brush of a butterfly's wings. Whining, you tilt your head further, bodily asking for more. He presses another kiss against your lips, so different from Lord Winters. Your father claims your mouth for his own. He makes you sigh and gasp against his lips as he tastes you deeply, tongue stroking alongside your own. 

Your legs nearly give out and he wraps his broad arms around you, holding you to his firm chest as he kisses you heatedly. Head fuzzy, you sink against him, letting the King kiss you senseless. Pulling away, he shushes your whining before tugging you to the armchair in front of the fireplace. 

Once he is seated, he pulls you into his lap, indecently straddling one of his legs as your gown shifts leaving your bare cunt to rest on his trouser clad thigh. He pets your sides, a strange little smile hovering over his lips.  

“I never thought I would have this again,” he murmurs, “come, kiss me again, my sweet daughter.”

You’re much too eager and uncouth, but he takes it in stride; slowing you down, guiding your lips and tongue until you’re moving in sync with him. It’s addicting, like eating sun warm strawberries from the garden. Forbidden but so so sweet. The juice sticky and syrup thick, filling your mouth with decadence. 

His sword calloused hands grip your hips, guiding you into a rocking motion that makes you bleat and moan against his lips. A rare warm chuckle from him makes your mind buzz. You follow his motions until he’s able to squeeze and pet your hips as you rock against his thigh. The sharp bolts of pleasure make you leak until his trousers are soaked, sticking to the soft lips of your cunt. 

“Want me to teach you?” He whispers hotly in your ear, “teach you all the ways to feel good, my precious princess.”

“Please, Father,” you mewl quietly, kissing him needily.  

“I’ll show you,” he promises, voice dark as his eyes, hands grasping your gown to delve underneath, fingers skimming across your bare hips, “teach you like I did her—such gorgeous witches I’ve owned.”

Thoughts too hazy to pay attention, you sigh and gasp when his hands drift under your nightgown to grasp your breasts, squeezing the soft fat with a groan. The King’s mouth drifts along your neck, lips soft as he kisses the sensitive skin. Chills race down your body, your mind a haze of wanton need. He kisses your breasts through the nightgown as he pinches your nipples. 

Whimpering at him, you tangle your fingers in his still damp hair. Your body is hurtling to that peak that whites out your thoughts, pleasure curling up like a sated cat in your stomach. The rough fabric of his trousers rub against your soft, wet heat as you rut back and forth on his thigh, making you moan softly. 

“My sweet witch,” he pulls away to gaze up at you in satisfaction, “my beloved made whole again.”

Bringing your face closer, he kisses you far sweeter than before. This surprising show of tender affection brings you to your climax. Your voice stutters out, a broken cry lost in his wet kisses. The fire in the hearth roars to life like dragon’s breath as glasses on the mantle shatter only to land as glittering diamonds on the floor. 

Your father chuckles warmly and it sends a frisson of heat pulsing at the apex of your thighs. 

“Such a gift, my precious princess,” he brushes his thumb across your swollen bottom lip.  

The expulsion of magic makes you tired. The King keeps you on his thigh, the rough material of his breeches bringing you to climax again and again as he kisses the moans from your mouth. Never pushing it further, he makes a promise to show you everything with each time you clench on nothing and cum on his lap. 

It’s cock crow when you finally pull away from your father’s embrace. Lips and cunt swollen from his rough touch and yet your body and heart ache for more. 

“I shall escort you to your room,” he helps you stand on trembling legs, wrapping one of his heavy riding cloaks around your body—his smoky scent surrounding you. “I’ll make sure you have the morning to yourself for resting.”

You hum, exhausted in more ways than one, and easily follow the King back to your room. As he tucks you into bed, you pout and grasp his shirt, seeking another kiss before you fall into slumber. 

“Sleep well, beloved,” he murmurs, kissing your temple before pulling away. 

Although you wouldn’t realize until too late, it’s the end of your old life. 

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

‘Gun Play’ & ‘Fear Play’ w/ Scarecrow (for Kinktober 2024)

Title: take this gun and cock it

Rating: Mature 

Fandom: Batman Trilogy (Nolanverse) 

Characters: Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow); Female Reader Insert

Pairing: Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow)/Female Reader 

Summary: You knew you shouldn’t have put Dr. Crane on your dissertation committee, but he had the most pull in the Neuropharmacology world in and around Gotham. If you wanted to make a name for yourself in this profession, you’d need to get on his good side. After several passive-aggressive meetings with said professor, you decide enough is enough. If research and academia won’t show him, you will. So one afternoon, you walk into his private office intending to once and for all, prove to your Professor that pleasure is just as great, if not superior, of a motivator as fear. [Warning: Reader is high-key insane in this, like, almost as nuts as Crane. But be aware, this is a dark fic with very unequal power dynamics at play.] 

Trigger Warning(s): Gunplay; Drugging; Threats of Violence; Implied Sex; Dubious Consent (due to the whole pointing a gun at him thing); Very Unsafe Firearm Practices (that would probably get this fic sponsored by the NRA); [Lowkey] Dead Dove, Do Not Eat

A/N: Here it is- my first-ever attempt at participating in Kinktober! So please go easy on me. 

♔☍☣ ♔☍☣♔☍☣ ♔☍☣

“Knock, knock.” Poking your head into Dr. Professor Crane’s doorway, you flashed your teacher a cunning smile. “Got a sec?” 

Not bothering to look up from his paperwork, Dr. Professor Crane’s answer was detached as per his usual. 

“Office hours are posted on the door. If you must speak with me,” Jonathan sighed, tired of the frequent idiotic interruptions from fatuous students, “Sign up for a time slot. I don’t accept walk-ins.”  

You playfully pouted, your recently glossed lips pursing into the shape of a frown. 

“Surely that doesn’t include me? Especially since… I brought you coffee!” 

Upon hearing your oddly chipper voice, Dr. Crane looked up, a perturbed expression on his face. 

You waited silently as he sized you up, your gleeful exterior not shirking under his ice-blue gaze. 

“Come in,” Crane finally settled on, the fresh coffee too tempting of an opportunity to pass up. 

“One large black coffee, regular, just how you like it.” 

You held out the beverage for him to take, blinking impatiently as he ignored your physical presence and instead went back to reading. With a roll of your eyes, you placed the styrofoam cup at the top of his desk. 

Not wanting to waste any more time, you delved into the matter. 

“So, uh, Dr. Professor Crane,” you started, “I wanted to speak to you about my upcoming thesis defense—” 

“Mhm-hm,” Crane mumbled, already having written off the remainder of this interaction. 

“Well, I was wondering if—” 

“No.” 

“I’m, I’m sorry?” 

“I don’t give extensions. If you wanted to become a Doctor you should have thought of the effort required before applying to this program.” 

You couldn’t help but sputter at the bastard’s words. Did he honestly think you were here to grovel before him? To get on your hands and knees and beg for an extension?! Oh, how rich! 

After all the hoops you’ve jumped through, after all the changes and additional inclusions you made solely for his approval, for his benefit, did he truly think you had any intention of doing one more single thing he asked? 

‘Oh no. Oh no, no, no,’ you thought. ‘I’m not the one that’s going to leave this office begging.’ 

You knew you needed his support for there to be unanimous approval from your dissertation committee concerning your upcoming thesis defense next week. And you knew from all the previous horror stories you’d heard through the Gotham University grapevine that in most cases, Crane was often students’ one stubborn holdout. 

You knew you shouldn’t have picked him to be your dissertation advisor. But dammit, he was the best in the field of Neuropharmacology, so you figured you’d just suck it up and get on his good side. The only problem was, the man didn’t seem to have a good side!

Every semester, every class with him was like pulling teeth: torturously slow and agonizingly painful. You worked your ass off, day and night, working full-time while juggling a full course load only to be demeaned and nitpicked every chance he got. You were consistently the best in your class, and yet not once did Dr. Crane ever offer an encouraging word or a simple ‘great work’. But oh boy, did he have tons to say the second you’d make one teeny-tiny mistake. 

It made your blood boil. 

And the man simply would not shut the hell up about fear!

Fear, fear, fear, fear— it’s all he ever enjoyed lecturing about! It was obsessive! It had to be. 

The way his fascination with fear and adrenaline would pervade their way into other topic discussions, so you wound up responsible for teaching yourself his lesson material nearly half the time. You swore he talked about fear so much, that some of your fellow students ended up having fear-induced psychotic breaks themselves! 

At least, that’s what you used to think. 

After a particularly harsh meeting with Dr. Crane, your adversarial thesis advisor, you ran into a fellow Psychology student as you entered the bathroom. Seeing your tearful expression and feeling concerned for your well-being, they cautioned you against working too closely with Crane any further. Confused, you wiped the tears and snot off your face and asked for them to clarify what they meant. 

Apparently, someone, they weren’t sure who— probably a former flunkee student— started the vicious rumor that Crane was using his students as guinea pigs to conduct unauthorized experiments surrounding fear, and the nervous system’s fear response. 

She said that several students had reported leaving lectures feeling nauseous, and unexpectedly anxious. Of course, it could have just been the grotesque nature of the material or the fact that Dr. Crane was a frightening teacher to perform for, but some of them had sworn they must've been hit with something inside his classroom. 

It all sounded so farfetched, like the B-plot to a bad sci-fi movie. It couldn’t possibly be true. But then, the reality of your past experiences in his lectures came crashing down onto you like a tidal wave. 

You were always so worked up, so angry when you left his lectures. You had just assumed it was because you found the man infuriating but what if… 

‘What if,’ your mind supplied, ‘What if your anger, your elevated heart rate— what if all of it, was your nervous system’s fight or flight response having been activated by some secret drug?’ 

That’s when it all fell into place. It was like your blinders had been ripped off, exposing you, in an instant, to the harsh reality: 

Your Professor, Dr. Jonathan Crane had spent the last few years drugging you, and getting away with it. 

You didn’t know what pissed you off more, the fact that he used you as a lab rat or the fact that this little ongoing experiment of his was most likely the reason behind why he had such dissent for your thesis. 

Your entire argument was that, as far as human motivators go, pleasure and reward had a much stronger influence compared to the fear of pain or punishment. 

But of course! 

It made sense that Dr. Crane took issue with that stance when his entire ideology revolved around how fear, not pleasure, not reward, ruled the mind above all else. 

The cherry on top was that your unknowing participation in his sick game only further proved his point: your anger, triggered by your fear of failure, had driven you to work as hard as you did. No wonder he was so eager to criticize your manuscript! Every single time he watched your nostrils flare and your lips purse, he would know his theory was being proven right. 

Well… not this time. Oh, no. This time, you were going to be the one pulling the strings and he was going to be the little white mouse, wondering which fork in the maze to take. 

Was it risky? Oh, for sure. He could have you kicked out of the program, hell probably even arrested and tried for assault. But you just couldn’t curb your desire to do to him what he spent all those years doing to you. You wanted to watch him squirm, wanted to see his pupils blown, and his irises thin as his trembling figure begged for release from your experimental ministrations. 

Who knows? Maybe all that medication he’d been slipping you had made you mad. 

It was his fault, really. As a psychologist, he should have seen this coming. 

Tut tut. 

Oh, well! There was nothing he could do now. Not at the moment anyway. 

Seated across from where you stood looking over his desk, Dr. Crane may not have known it, but he’d handed you the reins to the experimental controls long ago. From the second he started dosing you, this prognosis was inevitable. 

It was like he always said: “The mind could only take so much.” 

You walked around to the side of his desk, blocking his view of the door and the hall outside. 

‘How cute,’ You thought. How cute how he pretended not to notice the change in your position, nor be intimidated by it. 

“Ahem,” you cleared your throat, demanding his attention. “As I was saying, Professor,” you intentionally skipped his other title, “I need to speak with you a minute.” 

Brows furrowing, Dr. Crane momentarily took off his glasses before rubbing his forehead trying to relieve some of the building tension. Unsuccessful in the attempt, Crane placed his rectangular glasses back on the bridge of his nose and turned his attention back to you. 

The deprecatory nature of his stare combined with his piercing light blue eyes had the opposite effect. If you hadn’t learned the true nature of his psyche, you might have once again been intimidated by them. Rather than unnerve you, they made him appear susceptible. It was too late. You saw him for what he was now: a coward. 

It was… appetizing. 

Behind those frozen irises, behind that steely gaze was a scared little boy, playing dress-up, trying desperately to look stronger and bigger than he was. 

Dr. Jonathan Crane was simply a scared little kid, masked in a psychologist's trench coat. 

And now, you thought it high time to unmask him. 

Ignoring his judgemental gaze, you moved even closer. 

“I’m just trying to understand, Professor.” 

Taking a seat on the corner of his desk, you were very much aware of how your deceptively short pencil skirt pulled taut against your thighs. 

“I think my summation of the available data makes it pretty clear…” 

You shifted all of your weight to one red high-heeled foot. The other you allowed to dangle loosely from where your bent knee met the edge of the professor’s dark oak desk. 

“The brain’s reward center, dopamine— pleasure, is notably a greater motivator than fear.” 

Licking your lips, you couldn't help but watch with wicked delight as the good doctor’s neck tensed, his muscles no doubt straining against the growing, sinful desire to glance downwards at the obvious part between your legs. 

You tilted your dangling heel down, the pointed tip of your shoe grazing ever so slightly, ever so suggestively against your dear mentor’s outer thigh. Gleefully, you wondered if he could pick up the scent of your arousal, the two of you currently less than a foot apart. 

“Wouldn’t you agree?” 

“Ms. (L/N),” Crane started.

“Come now, Doctor. Surely you, of all people, know that throughout human history, both mentally and physiologically speaking, pleasure has been, at the very least, as influential of a motivator as fear?” 

Your dangly earring shook with the slight tilt of your head. 

“People love to chase what feels good, what excites them, what makes them feel alive! Regardless of whether or not that thing isn’t good for them.” 

Your equally distracting red-manicured fingers began to trace gentle circles around your outer ankle bone, the ends of your nails briefly swiping over the black material of his suit pants. 

“Humans’ desire to feel pleasure wins out over their ability to behave rationally.” 

Professor Dr. Crane swallowed tersely before nodding. 

“I would agree with that statement.” 

Jonathan pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, using the momentum as an inconspicuous opportunity to scooch his chair back, away from your contact. 

“However, I would maintain the argument that fear holds a much more pivotal role in the survival of a species. And is, therefore, much more consequential in its provocations.” 

“Hmm…” You pursed your lips together, obviously only pretending to be deep in thought. 

Across from you, Jonathan’s resentment for your pathetic salacious attempt only grew as he watched your actions morph into something akin to mockery. 

You were his inferior! How dare you question him?!

It was bad enough the university board was breathing down his neck, now he had some pseudo-confident slutty graduate student to contend with as well. 

Oh, you would pay for this. He would make you regret this little attention-whore stunt of yours. Just you wait…

Unfettered by the way Professor Crane’s jaw clenched, you continued your practiced spiel. 

“I can see why you’d champion that. After all, your experiments here are centered around patients' reactions to fearful stimuli.” Unbothered, you checked your manicure before foxily pushing yourself off the desk, your high heels landing with a pointed ‘clack’ sound as they hit the floor. 

“Makes sense why you’d be unable to recognize an opposing, although equally valid theory.” 

“My grading is objective and based entirely on a student’s performance. And for you to imply otherwise—” Professor Crane’s piercing blue eyes stayed confidently fixed on yours.

“But it’s subjective too,” you countered, stepping directly in front of the man. 

“You’re judging my performance on your personal model. A biased model ingrained in you, that your deeply held beliefs reign superior. To you, fear is the end all be all; it’s the cornerstone of human motivation. You can’t accept my performance as worthy or eligible when you're fixated on your own theory. Your superiority complex prevents you from being anything other than subjective as far as my research, my papers— even my very existence in your class is concerned.” 

“It is not a discredit to my insight that you are incapable of seeing the depth of my genius—” Jonathan started to heatedly refute your assessment, but you cut him off. 

Stepping forward, you placed your knee on the edge of his chair, centering it between his own.

“I know about your experiments.” 

You kept your tone low so that only he could hear. 

“I know the board is growing suspicious, thinking of ‘asking’ you to resign.” You said, making air quotes. “I know all about your special ‘cocktail’ the night of the Christmas Eve Party. I know the cops have been sniffing around, and it’s only a matter of time before those inbred idiots start asking that poor girl the right questions.” 

“What do you want?” Jonathan asked, keeping a stiff upper lip. 

Mindful not to alert you to his plan of action, Jonathan remained calm. He could still regain control here. 

The man also known as Scarecrow to his Arkham patients was keenly aware that his briefcase containing his fear gas briefcase and Scarecrow mask was situated just to the left of you, resting inconspicuously on his desk. 

If he could just make a move for it without you becoming wise to his plan. 

‘What are you waiting for?!’ A scratchy, harsh voice inside Jonathon’s mind chided the Doctor for his hesitation. ‘Do it! Show her that fear is our domain, not hers, not hers! It’s time!’

‘It’s always time, isn’t it?’ Jonathan’s much smoother voice commented drearily. ‘Time to run. Time to cower.’ 

Time to just keep his head down and accept the consequences, accept how shameful, how broken he was. 

‘No! No! It’s time to fight back! Time to glower! Time to gloat and rule over those puny imbeciles who’ve done us wrong. We are not afraid! They should be the ones who are afraid! They will be the ones who scream and cry— not us, not us!’ 

He would not release his hold on the situation. He did not scrape by, lie, steal, and torture for his brilliance only to roll over and show his belly to you! The wounded part of him demanded action, demanded sacrifice for these feelings of apprehension you had caused him. 

The psychologist in him, the professional in him was almost impressed, nay, enthralled by your show of dominance. It was both vexing and amusing. It had crept under his skin and sunk its perfectly manicured claws into his chest, reaching in and commanding his heart to beat. 

His heart started to beat faster and his breaths became more and more shallow. 

It was dizzying, intoxicating— arousing even. 

The Scarecrow in him wanted to crush it— to squash you. 

But Jonathon wanted it to keep going— to consume him whole. 

Enjoying his responses so far, you gripped both armrests of his chair, locking him in place. 

“I want to conduct a little experiment of my own.” Your voice was still quiet, still assured. 

“And then you can tell me in real-time which is stronger: pleasure…” 

Releasing one hand from the armrest, you traced a red coffin-nailed finger down Jonathon’s chest, right down the middle of his tie. 

“...Or fear.” 

Feeling cornered by the weight of the unknown, the Scarecrow decided to make his move. 

“If you’re done with this little display here, I have other matters to attend to, much more important than contending with brainless whore students.” He sneered, hoping his icy tone would catch you off guard enough that he could casually push out from under your weight. 

His piercing blue eyes met your determined ones. It seemed you weren’t backing down. 

‘Fine then’, Jonathan thought. ‘If that’s how you wanted to play it’. 

His arm shot out past you, quickly gripping the handle of his briefcase. But before he could tug it open, you decided to play the last card up your sleeve. 

“Not so fast, Doctor,” you reprimanded as if speaking to a child. “It’s not time for that… yet.” 

Frozen, Jonathan’s previously confident eyes shifted into an expression between confusion and fear. Unable to even speak, he couldn't help but look back and forth between where his hand rested on his briefcase handle, and where your hand rested, gripping the barrel of a gun. 

“Pretty, isn’t it?” You asked, turning the gun sideways to show off the pearl handle. “My Father gifted it to me when I moved to Gotham for University. Of course, at the time, I thought it was such a silly gift. Just total overkill. And then, I came here,” you waved it around rather casually as you spoke, “And I met you.” 

You laughed, villainously at the memory, bearing your teeth and smiling wickedly at the dumbfounded teacher in front of you. 

“Can I just say? I had never once thought of putting a bullet through a teacher’s head before I met you. God! You were just so, so, infuriating!” You shook your head in amused disbelief. 

“And so arrogant! I mean the number of times you let out a little too much information, all just to insult a student’s inferior answer or to roast a fellow professor.” Your expression became incredulous. “Do you realize how much you told us, all because you thought we were too stupid to understand?!” 

You rhythmically pressed the gun up into his, teasingly punctuating every other word. 

“I mean, come on! Isn’t that Intro to Villany 101? Don’t spill the beans?” 

“You don’t know anything.” The bolder character inside of Professor Crane had found his voice. “You may think you do, but you’re sorely mistaken.” 

“I know enough,” you countered. 

“Not as far as the cops are concerned. Or the faculty board.” His self-assured tone rivaled yours. “Do you really think I don’t have men on the inside?” 

Having recaptured his certitude, The Scarecrow’s signature condescending expression settled back over his face as he craned his neck forward, bringing his mouth mere inches from your own. 

“The minute you tell anyone what you think you know, your life ends— effective immediately.” 

His bravado caused your large canine-baring grin to shrink into a much smaller, reserved one. If Johnathan’s words had scared you, you had no intention of making a big show of it. 

You leaned in, pushing your face close enough to his that you could feel his heated breath on your lips. 

“Guess it’s a good thing then, I don’t intend on telling anyone about this. And neither do you.” 

“Is that so?” The Scarecrow challenged. 

Without warning, you reached out with your free hand, gripping it securely around his throat, and forcibly tilted his head back. Using your newfound leverage you pushed your knee back against his crotch, smirking as you felt the unmistakable outline of his semi-hard cock through his clothes. 

Satisfied that the ball was back in your court, you menacingly lined up the nozzle of your gun with Dr. Crane’s deliciously exposed Adam’s apple. 

“Let’s find out.” 

♔☍☣ ♔☍☣♔☍☣ ♔☍☣

A/N 2.0: So originally I was gonna expand on the sex scene at the end (because of the whole Kinktober thing, duh!) but I ran out of time. Who knows? Maybe I’ll continue it one day if enough people would enjoy it??? Lmk 

[quillthrillswriting]

my (quillthills) ao3 ATLA fanfiction masterlist:

"if happiness were a tangible thing, it would be you":

Katara is tired of the iron grip that Emperor Ozai has over the kingdom of Rosas, tired of watching him spread his influence across the mainland. When Sokka comes home from the palace with the knowledge of an impending tragedy, Katara is left to wish on the stars in hope that they will offer salvation. They do, in the form of the Avatar, a boy transformed into a wishing star almost a century earlier. Her wish for hope is fulfilled, in the form of a boy known to be the embodiment of hope. Will that same hope be enough to stand against a man powered by the dreams and wishes of an entire kingdom? OR: ever since pixina put the idea in my head of a kataang wish AU, i haven't been able to stop thinking about it. this fic is the result<3 if you haven't seen wish (2023) yet, don't worry! you don't really need to to understand this fic:)

"so i will go to secret gardens in my mind":

after he and katara's escape to the palace gardens the night prior, avatar aang, the king of all four elements, cannot stop thinking of the beautiful dark-haired water princess. misunderstandings and deliberate deception constructed by regent ozai makes the reconciliation of these star-crossed lovers more complicated than necessary. OR: the second of many kataang regency-era works ♔

"you’re in the wind, i’m in the water":

aang has only just been crowned as the avatar, the king of all four elements, and already, he struggles to find his footing in a society without any of his people. a dance with princess katara of the water tribe, and a subsequent escape to the palace gardens, helps him find that footing. OR: the first of many kataang regency-era works ♔

"there's a star-man, waiting in the sky":

a flash-fiction atla modern AU in which yue passes away from cancer early in life, and sokka becomes an astronaut so that he can go to space and be close to the moon she always loved so much ☾

"the teenager in the iceberg"- multichap

i feel like a lot of people have wondered how different atla as a whole would be if aang had been older, so in this au, aang was frozen at age 16! naturally, i just had to flip aang being after katara from day one to katara now having a crush on aang from the very beginning. essentially, to recap. ATLA aang aged up AU fic. kataang. where she falls first, and he falls harder. also, cmon. i just had to write a new version of the scene where zuko and aang meet.

"you with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes"- multichap

Avatar Aang had been told time and time again that to venture across the surface of the sea when the moon had risen and claimed what rightfully belonged to it was to sign your own death certificate. And yet, he found himself here, at the water’s edge, skipping stones, lost in thought. To be the Avatar had once meant something, years before. Before the four tribes had separated, scattered to the ends of the earth. Those who formed fire itself chased the other tribes from the surface lands, those who could move rock and metal burrowed underground, those who flowed with the air sent ships with great sails across the sea until they reached towering mountain spires. Those who bent water, who bent blood… they retreated to the depths of the sea, and with time, they became a part of it. Legend told of the way in which the Water tribes had adapted, two legs smoothed into razor sharp scales and voices twisted into something dark and luring. Now, they were the monsters known as sirens. OR: a KATAANG AU where tui and la have split the earth into the sea and the sky. aang is a winged avian, while katara is a siren<3

"well, my (not-yet) boyfriend's in a band":

in which the gaang are in a band, and when it comes time for them to write an original song to submit to the republic city music festival, aang is...suspiciously good at writing love song lyrics OR kataang, if they were in an indie band and aang didn't know how to communicate his feelings except through writing love songs

"i’m no longer a kid, and everything has changed":

after aang falls to azula's lightning strike in the caves of the earth kingdom, toph, sokka, and katara are left to pick up the pieces. katara's healing abilities are put to the test in the weeks that follow, but she finds herself seeing aang in a different light as she realizes how much he's endured since emerging from the iceberg only months before. OR: the weeks-long gap between the end of season two and the beginning of season three of ATLA is finally at least partially expanded upon. ALSO OR: a bit of aangst, or kataangst, if you will

"can you see me using everything to hold back?":

Katara's life after saving the world was filled with a whirlwind romance with Fire Lord Zuko that became a loveless, controlling marriage she is no longer happy in. After finding out the extent to which her husband has betrayed her trust, she escapes to find home in the person she has missed most during her time in the Fire Nation. OR: The common Zutara trope of "Zuko helps Katara escape an unhealthy relationship with Aang" is flipped entirely and completely on its head.

"my heart is yours, it’s you that i hold on to":

The war has been ended, Ozai has been rendered helpless, and Zuko has reclaimed the Fire Nation with the promise of peace. Everything that Aang has been working towards since the moment Katara freed him from the iceberg has been done. He's saved the world. Now, all that's left is to confess to his forever girl. OR Aang wakes up the morning after him and his friends saved the entire world, and the first (and only) thing he can think about is Katara. When they get a chance to talk, the two take a walk down memory lane.

"shining down on me":

sokka can't stop thinking about yue. she comes to him in his dreams, and try as he might, he just can't move on. inspired by the song "my love, mine all mine" by mitski

"the avatar's adventures in parenting":

aang being a bad parent is CHARACTER ASSASSINATION and i won't stand for it. i just know that him and katara wouldn't be focused on just passing on bending, but the *teachings* and ideals of both of their tribes to all their children, regardless of bending status. OR, aang and katara become parents and aang finds out that parenting is his proudest achievement, more so than stopping a hundred year war or holding the position of avatar

"i'm trying to tell you something, something that i already said":

katara speaks to each member of the gaang individually and finds out that aang has been head over heels with her for years and no one ever bothered telling her. this takes place after the fire lord is defeated, but in my version, they never kissed in the finale:oo katara is basically dumb in terms of love and so is aang and they are peak miscommunication trope and theres too much zutara content and not enough kataang OR katara interrogates each of her friends (toph, sokka, and zuko) and comes to the conclusion that she has lived for years without the kind of love most people wish for their entire lives

if any of these speak to you, they can all be found on my ao3 account:)<3 happy reading!!!

[lowkeychenle]

Juliet's Writing Masterlist

general rules | text!au masterlist | smau masterlist

K E Y

☆ - Ongoing Series ♬ - Completed series ♔ - Author’s Faves ღ - Fluff ※ - Angst ๑ - Smut

Zhong Chenle (钟辰乐)

๑ Chilled Nights, Fogged Windows (M)

After being gone for weeks, the first thing Chenle wants to do is get ice cream with you. One thing leads to another, and suddenly, you're in the backseat (oooops).

♔๑ღ Sunshine (M)

You're not usually able to wake up with Chenle due to his schedules, but on the days that you can, it's certainly worth it.

※ You're Not Sorry

You and Chenle broke up two weeks ago. The first time he calls you at 3am, you ignore it. Then he calls again. You answer, and you go to him knowing there's nothing he could do to fix what he's broken.

๑ღ The Last Straw (M)

Chenle has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Being in love with him isn't easy, until you find out he reciprocates those feelings (thanks to Cockblocker!Jaemin).

♔๑ SOS (M)

Road trips with Chenle are your favorite thing. Late at night, the two of you stop at a hotel, but it's not everything it seems to be. You barely have time to settle before you get a call to evacuate immediately. Beneath red neon flashing lights, you and Chenle have to try and escape the group of people hunting you down.

(This is the second installation of the 7Dream ISTJ series)

♔ღ๑ Like We Just Met (M)

Everything else about the day is completely normal when Chenle realizes he wants to marry you. It hits him like a tidal wave, and he's itching to tell you just how much he wants to love you forever.

(This is the third installation of the 7Dream ISTJ Series)

ღ※๑ Within the Piano Keys (M)

For as long as you could remember, Chenle has been your neighbor and childhood best friend. That is, until one day he disappears without a word…or so you thought, since your mother hid all the letters he sent you.

๑ Paris (M)

Pure smut on a hotel room balcony in Paris! Woo.

๑ In Your Dreams (M)

What started as innocent phone sex hotline stuff (if that can ever really be innocent?), you get an offer you just can't refuse...you just have to be a little sleep deprived ;) (Chenle as Freddy Kruger Halloween thing lol)

ღ※๑ this is me trying (M)

Meeting Chenle was a fluke--a good one, at that, but you never expected things to escalate the way they did. But despite the whirlwind romance, you'd go back to December if you had the chance...

ღ※๑ Cruel Summer (M)

He wants you. Everything to do with you--your heart, your body, all while keeping your friendship. What's a man to do during a 30-day hook up to get you to stay?

ღ※๑ See My Sea (M)

You never expected your lab partner to be the captain of the basketball team...or a decent human being, but you get proved wrong twice. Despite a rocky past of your own, you find yourself falling for him faster than you thought. Maybe, with his help, you can finally find your way home and see your sea.

๑ Quiet Down (M)

You and Chenle visit your parents, but he just can't help himself...

※๑ Is It Over Now? (M) (Feat. Jisung)

Your relationship with Chenle is nothing but fight after fight. Amidst the toxicity, infidelity comes into play--except you're determined to one up him...but is it ever truly over?

ღ※๑ And Then It Was (M)

After your marriage with Chenle was arranged by your parents for a company merger, things with him aren't quite like you expect. In your life full of obligations, he's determined to finally give you the ability to make your own choices.

Na Jaemin (나재민)

♔※๑ღ the 1 (M)

Six years ago, you decided to move away to a different country to go to school. The catch? You had to leave Jaemin behind, and you refused to drag him along. Now you're back and, for some reason, he doesn't quite seem to hate you in the way you thought he would.

Mark Lee (이민형)

๑ღ Late Nights (M)

Mark's busy schedule only gives him time to come over late at night, but it's safe to say neither of you are complaining by the time you fall asleep.

※๑ Empire State of Mind (M) (Feat. Jisung)

Life with Jisung is almost perfect. He loves you, and you love him. But when you run into your ex, Mark Lee, you realize the one thing you've been missing all along is him.

7Dream

๑ღ ISTJ Series Masterlist

One-shots based on the ISTJ album tracklist.

Zhong Chenle (钟辰乐)

※๑ Irrevocably (M) Series Masterlist

You were friends with benefits with Chenle until he got a girlfriend...fast forward months later, and now they've broken up--leaving Chenle to come back to you, very much in need of a distraction.

๑ Opposites Attract [Poly!Jaemle AU] Series Masterlist

Your relationship with Jaemin started out simple--friends with benefits with zero complications...until there was one. That complication's name is Zhong Chenle, and after Jaemin agrees to expand your exclusivity deal to involve him, there's only one logical thing left to do...

Na Jaemin (나재민)

☆※๑ღ Enchanted Mini-Masterlist

As the crown princess, you shouldn't be entertaining any matches that couldn't benefit your kingdom. Love is not an option, not a choice, and unfortunately for you, your betrothed's royal guard seems to be catching your attention more than he ever could.

♔☆※๑ღ Lost & Wayward Mini-Masterlist

After the worst couple weeks of your life, you finally break down in the middle of an alleyway. Jaemin hears you and comes to comfort you, and little do you know, he's about to change your life--in more ways than one.

๑ Opposites Attract [Poly!Jaemle AU] Series Masterlist

Your relationship with Jaemin started out simple--friends with benefits with zero complications...until there was one. That complication's name is Zhong Chenle, and after Jaemin agrees to expand your exclusivity deal to involve him, there's only one logical thing left to do...

Mark Lee (이민형)

♔☆๑※ 모래성 (ONE) (TWO) (THREE)

You and Mark have had a friends with benefits relationship for almost a year now. He's in love with you, addicted to you, but you don't feel the same. You're his poison.

[cyten0]

A Symphony In Crimson

Act 1: A Movement in Black

Chapter 5

You're on the third floor again, just about to pick up the keyknife again. You found that book in the secret library for that craft to shield you all.

You think that will be enough, but you don’t know. You have no idea what other tricks the king has. Still, your all-sadness diet is starting to kick in, and the smell of your party is starting to get a touch distracting.

It should be fine though.

You enter the room with the change god statue, and as the party prays, you do too. You don’t know for sure if they’ll give you the dagger a second time, but you hope they’ll open the path in some form again at least. You still don’t have a better option...

In a flash of light, the Keyknife re-appears in your hands! As you all are hurtled back to the entrance, you watch the rest of your party confused. You're still surprised as well!

✦ “Thank you. I won’t let you down.”

As you prepare to cut open the door, a thought occurs to you. If this dagger’s power can cut through the kings hair, maybe it can also hurt the king better? But...

◉ “Something up Siffrin?”

✦ “Just noticed the blade is dull. It can cut us through, but it’ll break doing so.”

▲ “Maybe you could sharpen it? You did grab that sharpening stone on the first floor.”

You did! You were planning to sharpen your normal dagger to hurt a little more, but this seems a much better use!

✦ “Right! That just leaves some water to dampen the stone.”

You could do so without it, but it could degrade the dagger, and you wouldn’t want that. Just in case!

◆ “We have some crafted water. A bit costly, but given it’s clearly not a normal blade, might be worth it.”

✿ “No problem! Here you go!”

As Bonnie hands you the bottle, you carefully coat the stone and begin sharpening… Ok, that’s odd.

▲ “Huh, not doing much. Maybe it’s cause of it’s blessing?”

◆ “Hm… The water has also been drained of craft energy. We’ll likely need something with more craft energy in it to work. But, I don’t think we have anything like that.”

Hm… You do have one idea. It’s not pleasant, but it just might work.

✦ “I think I have something for this, actually.”

The others look rather surprised, as you quietly tuck the empty bottle of craft water under your cloak. Out of sight, you use your claws to cut open one of your tendrils, letting out your inhuman blood, and refilling the vial before closing up the wound.

Pulling out the dark substance, you pour it over the stone and begin sharpening it again. Everyone is surprised to find it sharpens with absolute ease! As you suspected, eating so many sadnesses has saturated your blood with craft energy!

✿ “Woah! What is that stuff!”

Well you can’t tell them, but you have something both close and believable enough to work.

✦ “Sadness blood. Filled with craft energy! Hard to get though.”

They all recoil in shock!

✿ “WHAT”

◉ “W-WHY?!?”

◆ “Why do you even have that?!?”

▲ “HOW do you even have that?!?”

Oh stars, you did not think this through! Quick, come up with something!

✦ “I-I just wanted to see if I could?”

▲ “...I guess? Still, sharpening a gift from the change god with blood, especially from a sadness.…”

...Oh STARS! That IS kinda messed up! Oh no! You really shouldn't be tainting a blessing like this, not with your Monster nature! You REALLY hope the change god isn’t too offended!

✦ “S-Sorry Change God! Oh stars, I really hope it was worth it...”

You take the newly sharpened blade, and slash it across the hair with your full might. And sure enough, it stays intact…

And uh. Kinda breaks the wall a little?!? Wow, that sharpening was effective!

✿ “Holy CRAB! That’s AWESOME!!!”

◆ “I daresay worth the heresy.”

You nod in agreement, still embarrassed, and continue on. The king will fall!

>>>

You stand in front of the king. You play your part the same as last time, and just as before, the king snaps to you, and with a voice dripping with ice, he speaks.

♔ “You….. Bright one…. Do you remember?”

...You have to know...

✦ "Do you?”

♔ “Oh….. Hah..... That is almost fair, I suppose…….."

You guess not then. Neither your loops, nor their home.

♔ ".........In this battle between eternity and the end…… We shall fight…..”

As he lifts himself from the ground, is voice becomes booming, filling the room.

♔ “AND WE SHALL SEE WHICH SIDE THE UNIVERSE FAVORS”

You all pull out your weapons, and the Knifekey hums with power in your gasp. The king prepares their attack, but you have a plan right now. You bet the king doesn’t know that, so maybe you can leverage that to get some information? He basically thinks you’re all already dead.

♔ “… For the sake of the rest of you, I shall be merciful, and give you time to come to terms with the end.”

✦ “Then one question. How did you know?”

The flow of energy towards his hand pauses, as he turns towards you.

♔ “Ohh….. Surprised I recognized you?…… I may only have the endless nightmares….. But after a while…… I noticed details…..”

◆ “(What are they talking about)”

✦ “Like what?”

♔ “Ohhhh….. The others would not be able to notice…. But…..Your voice….. There is always something…… underneath it when you speak, regardless of what form you take….. “

◉ “Huh?”

▲ “Wait, what does that mean??”

Uh oh! You need to distract them now, before they think on it!

Wait, the king’s been charging the attack secretly this whole time!

✦ “Mira, Shield now!”

Mira is surprised, but quickly crafted the shield just before the wave of energy crashes into you all!! It still knocks the wind out of you, but it’s manageable now... The others pick themselves up from the blow.

▲ “Was... that a distraction?”

♔ “Oh…...Oooooohhhhhh………. You're still here…. Good. To the death then.”

You don’t hesitate, charging forwards, tearing a hole through his armor like butter. You smell his blood from the wound, and feel him recoil. That blood smells delicious, you want to- No, focus.

Before he can focus on you, Odile fires off a craft directly into the opening you made. The king strikes back, landing a painful blow onto her! ODILE! Oh, thank goodness, Mirabelle got her back up, Ok. You take the moment to shift your body towards papercraft, mimicking some sadnesses you’ve eaten, and start fighting on instinct while you all have the king off balance.

...Your voice. Of course your voice is a tell! You already struggled with talking, and don’t talk often on the worry you’ll say something wrong and upset people. So of COURSE it’s the one blinding thing that’s still not human! Now that it’s been pointed out, you can’t stop worrying about it...

It’s fine, focus on the battle, and if someone else talks, you’ll just pay attention, see if you can’t figure out how to fix it.

You refocus. The king is looking somewhat injured. And you didn't deviate notably from human while fighting like that! You’re all chipping away at him rather well, and the others are holding out alright. The king begins crying, and tears begin to fill the air.

♔ “Why….. Why must you all still fight?….. You don’t understand!!!!”

▲ “Crying still, huh?”

You hear Bonnie mumble under their breath, before shouting in anger.

✿ “STOP CRYING!!! YOU CAN’T!!! You hurt so many people!!! People who won’t come back unless we beat you!!! My village, my sister, EVERYONE!!! They're all trapped because of YOU!!! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CRY!!!!”

...You know why he’s crying. But still, Bonnie’s right. And it’s time he stopped! You take the dagger, and try and get rid of the tears protecting him. But they keep coming!

▲ “Sif! Stop him!”

You nod and Isa uses a defense debuffing craft, making the king unsteady enough for an opening. You go in, dodging through the tears, and leap into his face.

You need to make him lose focus on maintaining those tears! This is less for damage and more show, so it’s time to leverage a little fear factor! You plunge the knife into his shoulder, but have a small piece of you split off and worm it’s way into his body through the gash. It can’t do much with how weak you are, but…

Sure enough, he noticed it and instantly loses it! His hand crashes into the spot your standing, and while you avoid being crushed, the impact still knocks you pretty hard. You fall to the ground, somewhat injured, but watch as he claws at the opening desperately. The tears fall into inanimate water instantly as his concentration drops.

Success! Cheap trick, took some energy, but after that first attack, it’s fair play!

Bonnie tosses you a sour tonic, and you drink it to heal yourself back up. An herbal scent fills the air as Mira and Odile ready paper crafts, and Isa uses his gloves to add paper craft to his strike. You’re still a little weak from that last attack, and can’t muster up anything big, but you still join in, at least to let the Knifekey do some work.

As the king stumbles from the combined blow, he picks himself back up and begins to speak.

♔ “Ohhhhhh…….Why… Why do you all fight against me?”

◉ “What do you mean WHY? After EVERYTHING?”

♔ “Yes…. You all wish to live…. You fight for those you care for…. Do you want to see them die?”

Everyone is taken aback.

✿ “W-What does that mean?”

♔ “Ooohhhhh….. Time kills everything, sooner or later….. They fall apart…. They are forgotten….."

◆ "I suppose, but what does-"

♔ "If time does not move, they will survive…... The Universe itself has given us this chance, to save them all. Are you all willing to let them all die?”

...You don't have a response to that. The others are silent as well. They probably don't believe that but...

Odile suddenly notices the King was secretly charging that devastating attack again! She signals to Mira to craft the shield!

Just in time, the wave hits you all, knocking the wind out of you but leaving you standing. You get up to retaliate, but notice you're moving sluggishly!

The king used a slowing craft on you all in the commotion. You try and use a speed craft to get you all back, but the King instantly freezes you before you can. The others, still slowed, struggle to maneuver so slowed, and the King swipes the battlefield, hurting everyone! No! You have to MOVE!

Mira gets herself back up, and unfreezes you, and you snap your fingers, getting you all back up to speed. You then channel extra craft into a flick of your wrist towards Odile, and her awareness quickly perks up! You're running low, but it's worth it as she throws out a potent paper craft.

Bonnie throws out a Pepper juice, and as you all feel the strength flow through you, Isa leaps up and slams his fist directly into the King's face, knocking him down.

♔ “Ah……!!!…. No….. This can’t……”

Mira walks forward, with a determination in her stance that feels palpable.

◉ “King… I don’t know how much you know about our belief. But I believe in Change. Without a future, things may not be able to get get worse."

She swings out her rapier and points it directly at him!

◉ “But they’ll never get better either! There is no Change in your world! They’ll never grow, never change, never be a part of this world! They might never die, but they’ll never get to live! And I want everyone to Live! I will NEVER let you have your half dead world! I want Change!”

You sit there, somewhat shaken. Life. That’s always been what matters. Saving people. To give people. A chance to Live.

▲ “Nice try there, but this isn’t the end of our story! Not by a long shot!”

◆ “How very foolish of you to invent a new form of death and pretend it’s to save people.”

✿ “Saying all those things to convince us… Your the worst King! Your just a dumb idiot baby who froze everyone for dumb idiot baby reasons!!!!!!”

...Heh...The verdict has passed, and it’s time to end the song of this monster of a man.

✦ “Sounds like there’s nothing for me to add, huh? So all you need to do now is disappear.”

You channel nearly all the remaining craft energy you still have into the palm of your hand, ready to share it with the others. They begin to follow suit.

✿◆▲ “Disappear!”

Mirabelle raises her hands, gathering the craft energy and channeling it into a single powerful point.

◉ “Disappear!!!”

♔ “NO!!!!”

As the ball of craft slams into the king, he crashes to the ground, and starts to fade.

♔ “No, I can’t….. Not yet… No t w h e n…. I s t i l l c a n’ t….”

The king.

Dissolves.

...The world around you begins to fade back to normal, the curse unraveling. You all sit there, flabbergasted.

▲ “… Did… Did we win?”

✿ “… The king is… gone!”

◆ “… I think... we won!”

You all pause… And then burst into laughter and excitement!

You did it! You actually did it! You're a little off right now, having spent so much energy, but you give Mira some congratulations on the final blow. Bonnie talks about how scary it was, Odile remarks how close it got, and Isa is jumping around like crazy. It's over!

Stars, you... You don't know if you have much left after all you spent there... You think your body is gonna fall apart any second now...

◉ “Oh! Wait! People are unfreezing, s-so that means the Head Housemaiden-!!!!”

She breaks into a sprint further down the hallway.

▲ “And there she goes…”

✿ “Let’s follow!”

You start to follow along…. Oh right! You remember to listen to them talk among themselves a little. Need to get that last little bit of monster out of your voice! Can't have them noticing now!

Right now they're chatting about the fight, as expected, and you think you noticed what’s wrong. Remove a tiny bit of tissue from your improvised voice box and…

◆ “On a side note, Siffrin, you managed to scare the king quite a bit there. What was up with that?”

Perfect timing, time to test the new voice out!

✦ “Oh, I just mimicked the voice of an old horror monster. Surprised he caught on, so I played it up!”

▲ “Huh! He acted like he’d actually met it... That’s kinda scary.”

✿ “Nah, monsters aren’t real. Bet he just got scared of a nightmare like the crabbing baby he was.”

◆ “Hm. Must have been subtle, I didn’t even notice.”

NOW you can demonstrate! You quickly change your voice box back, and go a little over for effect!

✦ “Weľ̶͎̙͚̃̉l, It’s p̴��͔͑͂robably easier, if yo̸̜̜̰̿̄u know tȍ̵̧̠̍̔ look f̸̣̗́̈́̽or it.”

◆ “GEMS!!!”

▲ “CRAB!!!!”

✿ “HOLY CRAB!!!!”

You do a little bow as you adjust your voice back to normal.

▲ “… Yeah never-mind if I heard even a hint of that, I’d freak out too.”

They might figure it out later, but that'll keep them off the trail for now... But... That might be all that's needed.

You continue onwards, until you exit out into a corridor. Oh stars! You're really high up! You block the view from Odile quickly!

◆ “T-thank you Siffrin.”

▲ “Oh! Don't worry, Ma'dame. Look at the ground and take my hand! I won’t let you fall.”

Mirabelle calls out from up ahead.

◉ “Are you all Ok?”

✿ “You gotta slow down for Dile, Belle!”

◆ “G-Give us a bit. You can... go on ahead.”

◉ “Oh change, right! Um… Ok, take your time.”

You lead Odile across the room slowly. Fear of heights is no joke! Would not want her fainting right after beating the king! You can hear her heartbeat race, even now. Like a scared animal ready to-

Nope. Ok, you might have used TOO much energy there. You're practically starving. You can hold on but...

You make it to the other side, and hear Mira talking with the Head Housemaiden. She towers over Mira, yet has a gentle grace to her stance.

◉ “Oh, there they are!"

◎ “Ah, Welcome! You are Mirabelle’s companions? I am so thankful to you all for getting her this far. You have my thanks, and all of Vaugarde’s!”

✿ “hehehe…”

▲ “No problem at all, m’dame Head Housemaiden! It was an honor!”

◆ “Truly, it was nothing”

You nod, a little bashful. You guess this mean’s Siffrin’s a hero now! That’s a very good addition to their story!...

Stars, you can't stop thinking about their scents.

◎ “Hohoho!…. Soon, you’ll be able to go back to your normal lives, away from battle and strife. Finally, you’ll be able to go home! If there’s anything Dormont can do to thank you, please do not hesitate to ask. But for now, take your rest, it must have been very difficult!”

Everyone nods, and goes to different corners to relax a little.

...So… You’ve beaten the king, saved Vaugarde, and made Siffrin a hero… You guess that means it’s time for you all to go your separate ways…

Probably for the best, your hunger has finally caught up in full... It’s… a little hard to think...

...This will probably be the end of Siffrin’s journey… You're too hungry to maintain being them for long... This body will fall apart, and it'll be much harder to remake from scratch...

You should make sure to talk to all of them before that happens…

You walk over to Bonnie. Maybe they have a spare snack they can give you? No, it’s fine, best not think about eating right now.

✿ “...It’s over, right? Like, really REALLY over?”

✦ “Yep. King’s gone, your sister will be back, and I bet she’ll be very excited to see you again!”

✿ “… You sure?”

✦ “I’m sure. If she’s not, you can punch me as many times as you want.”

✿ “Deal… Wait, that’s such a long journey though, how am I gonna find you if your crabbing wrong?!? That’s dumb!”

✦ “Almost as dumb as your sister not being OK after we won.”

✿ “oh. OH!!! Ok, I’ll believe you, but if she’s not I’m gonna punch you so much!”

You chuckle. You doubt it’ll be needed, but as soon as you can get yourself back to human, whatever form it is, you’ll make sure they can keep that promise, even if they don't know it. You just hope they're OK waiting.

You decide Odile is next. Her sweat from her exhaustion catches your attention. You try to ignore it and clear your head.

◆ “… Ah, yes, woop woop, we did it, we won, ect… Urgh…. This has been quite the workout. My body is screaming at me”

Same! Though for very different reasons. Stars, why do they have to be so- NOPE, push those thoughts back.

◆ “Savior of Vougarde is quite a nice addition to my list of accomplishments, but I’m looking forwards to traveling again. I’d be interested to hear more from Vaugardian cities after an event like this. Though, I’m not sure I’ll be used to traveling alone again. Or I could head back to Ka Bue?”

Now or never to find this out…

✦ “To do your research?”

◆ “Are you hoping I’ll tell you now the journey is over? Heh. Keep dreaming.”

✦ “Boo.”

◆ “Ha! Ha… I’ll miss you Siffrin. You’re a little strange, but your a good kid. Maybe try letting down your walls sometime? And come to Ka Bue anytime, maybe we’ll meet again.”

She smiles at you gently, and you smile back… If Siffrin will be missed, you guess you did your job right! They made an impact, even after…

You decide to go talk to Mira next. She smells sweet as ever, so entice- No, focus.

◉ “… I’m not dreaming, right? It’s over? It’s really, actually over?”

✦ “It’s over!”

◉ “Oh change, I’m having a hard time believing it. I- It’s just- It’s been such a long journey, and I can’t believe it’s finally over and that we won and-

Oh no, she’s crying! You have to do something!!

✦ “Breathe with me?”

◉ “o-Okay…”

You both breathe slowly in, and out.

◉ “hah…. Hehe, you can be so nice Siffrin!”

!!! Oh, you can feel your cheeks burn!

◉ “Oh you're blushing!!!…"

◉ “Ahem. I know we haven't known each other for all that long. B-But I hope you know I really treasure your company! I do! I really really do! And so… Thank you! Thank you for accompanying me on this journey!”

You feel really happy! You’ve done so well!

◉ “… I’m sure you’re excited to get back to traveling on your own… But don’t forget me, Ok? Come see me at Dormont anytime! I’d love to hang out! Promise?”

…. You know you can’t promise that. You can’t keep being Siffrin for much longer. You're too hungry. It’ll be months before you can put together a human guise again, and you wouldn’t be able to get it exactly the same. They’d notice the differences... Or worse, figure out the truth...

She noticed your hesitation, and is looking at you strangely.

✦ “I would love that. I’ll try.”

◉ “… Ok. I’ll see you when you do!”

You wave them goodbye…

Finally, you decide to talk to Isa. You can’t help but listen to his heartbeat, hear his breaths, take in his scent... NO. Focus.

▲”Sif! We did it! We stopped the King! We can finally go back to our normal lives! Isn’t it great?”

✦ “It is!”

▲ “Yeah!…... I uh. I said. Do you remember what I said? At the Clocktower?”

Yes! You do! He says something each time at the clocktower, that he would tell you something after you beat the king! You really want to know!

✦ “I remember! What did you want to tell me?”

▲ “Yes. Um… Yes. Okay. Phew…… Sif. Siffarooni…. Siffrin….”

▲ “...I… I… I lo-”

✿ “ARE YOU GUYS DONE TALKING ALREADY??? CRAB!!! I wanna go so I can eat dinner!!! I’m super duper hungry!!”

Isabeau makes a bunch of incoherent noises of frustration, face in his hands.

▲ “………. It’s fine. It wasn’t that important.”

But…. But there might not be a later! This might be the last time you get to see him as Siffrin!

✦ “A-Are you sure?”

▲ “… Yeah. Besides I have some thinking to do. Gonna be heading back to Jouvente after this!… Just, make sure to say hi if you ever drop by, alright?”

...You can’t tell him. And you don’t have a reason to press him on it. So...

✦ “Sure.”

You wave him goodbye, even as your heart stings. You’re… Going to miss all of them. You don’t want to say goodbye, but you don’t have much choice.

'Siffrin' is about to die, the moment you leave this house.

You head over to the Head Housemaiden. You're barely holding it together, your body is starting to burn from the strain of holding it's shape.

But you can handle one more conversation. Close out the last dangling thread. Finish the last notes of Siffrin's song. Before you have to leave.

You guess it’s time for the journey to end.

◎ “Traveling one! I’d like to thank you for accompanying Mirabelle this far. I’m very grateful.”

You nod thankfully.

◎ “Siffrin, yes? If there’s anything I can do to thank you, please don’t hesitate to ask. I know you will be going back to your travels soon, but I do hope you’ll keep in touch, if only for dear Mirabelle… But no matter what, know that Dormont will always be welcome to you! Please come back.. any… time…”

She gives you an odd look, and then her face shifts to that of shock! Oh no! What did you do?!?

◎ “Oh… Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no…”

✦ “W-what?”

◎ “I-I’m so sorry! There’s no way we can stop it now…!”

You suddenly notice it. The room has been slowly smelling sweeter, something is shifting, twisting!

✦ “What’s happening? What do you mean?!?”

◎ “Your going back! Back to when it all started!”

No! No! No, not with how you are now, you can’t-!

◎ “I know you thought your quest is over, but it can’t be! Something is broken, failing, rotting!!! I can’t fix it on my own, not before it all ends… If I had noticed it sooner!!! I should have seen it, prevented it!!!”

You feel a tug on your heart. You want to flee, but you can’t move!

◎ “It’s my fault you have to suffer like this. I just hope that one day, you might lea《rn to f《or《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《

《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《《

《《《《《《《《《《《

《《《《

《《

《

… You're… Back...

[soloistschornicles]

⌗𝕿𝖔 𝕳𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖔 𝕳𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖑𝖊

〈 🥀 〉⏤ SYNOPSIS. The children of the desert have a rich tradition of song and dance. Originally used to praise and serve the gods, the crafts were later adapted for battle and the seduction of kings. In the midst of the sand storm, you met the (former) General Mahamatra among the sand dunes.

♔. . .PAIRING. cyno x reader﹔ft. traveler and paimon

♔. . .FORMAT. oneshot

♔. . .TAGS & WARNING. floral ring-dancer!reader﹔gender are not mention﹔strangers-to-enemies﹔acquaintance-to-friends﹔

UNLOCK THE STORY WITH 〈 🗝 〉

𝐈.

"Care for a dance, general?"

An array of sand, blown by the wind and dust alike, lay across the desert plain, reflecting back the orange glow of sunset as it stretched out far to the edge of sight. Waves of Dendro and Electro energy particles danced and fizzed around one another in complex harmony as they collided against each other.

The sound of the clashing weapons echoed across the sand as the two figures sparred with each other for the upper hand. Their blades rang like a symphony as they struck the ground and bounced off, their movements growing more frantic as they fought. 

His body remained still and focused. His eyes gleamed under the low light as he observed his opponent. The Floral Ring-Dancer in front of him tosses the chakram at full speed, but the General's reflexes are swift, allowing him to block the strike in midair. 

"Catch this!"

A second later, however, the chakram strikes once again. A flash of silver catches his eye as the chakram flies past him. His instincts take over as he deflects the attack.

"You're quick, but your weapon is too heavy." He parries an attack from the assault, the impact shaking the air. 

"And too sharp, though I'm willing to forgive its weight if you could manage to hit me instead." 

He ducks under a blow aimed for his head, sending a kick toward his stomach. "Or perhaps if you were able to land a blow…" 

The rest of the sentence was left unsaid. The General had no interest in fighting anyone at all that day. In fact, he was supposed to be at the designated location where the smugglers are said to be hidden. But if his opponent wanted something different, then so be it. He might as well indulge them while he could. 

"Gotta say, general, ⏤I've never taken you as a dancer. Might as well enjoy it while it last." You harumphed.

Dendro energy engulfs your whole figure, teleporting behind the poker-faced general and performing a swift slash across his back. 

The General barely manages to bring up his staff just in time to block you. With a flick of the wrist, he sends you flying backward across the sandy terrain. 

Your body skids on the rough terrain, coming to a stop only when you collide with the sand dune. You groan as the wind is knocked out of you. You cough violently. 

"Ow…," you wheeze.

The General takes advantage of your position and attacks again, aiming for your head this time. You quickly roll onto your side to avoid the strike, bringing out your chakram in time to absorb the brunt of the blow.

You grit your teeth and push through the pain to continue countering him. You summoned another set of chakram, covered with Dendro energy, spinning wildly around you. Slashing at the Anubis every time he gets near, eliciting a pained grunt of pain from the man. 

"This is getting tedious," the general says, with a tinge of pain laced in his voice, "Perhaps we should end this little game."

As if on cue, a thunderous roar resounded, and the general's whole figure engulfs in a dark trance. Morphing himself into Pactsworn Pathclearer. You spin around and catch him striking his electrifying claws against your weapon. Blocking him off rapidly.

"Nice try, general," you grumble. "You aren't the only one who has a trick up their sleeve."

An unexpected quake shook your form just as you were about to morph into an augmented state. You landed on your bum on the sandy texture. A child's cry can be heard echoing from a mountain cliff above you. 

Looking up from the commotion, you spotted a floating child with stars radiating from her, and a medium-height figure standing beside the child. A golden amber glows from their chest. A geo-fragmented power emanating from them. A solid gaze upon your figure.

"CYNOOOOO! We found the smugglers who smuggling the canned knowledge, they are tons of 'em!"

With an annoyed look at the ear-shrilling voice, your ears perked up at the sound of the general's pleased hum, who was now deactivating his Anubis form. Dark and voltaic particles fizzle around him, then dissipate.

"It seems this is where we part ways."

He said this as he walked away, not even looking back at you. Not until he spoke. "I'll make certain that your client fully compensates you for your time and effort."

𝐈𝐈.

Confused and amused, you watch the illustrious Traveller and their floating companion Paimon, who once interrupted your fight with General Mahamatra, flinging a pouch of mora in front of you, golden coins slipping through the bag as it did so. You frowned upon it and suspiciously eyed the two guests.

You originally took a stroll through the sea of sand despite the harsh condition of the environment, nevertheless, it was home.

A place where the wind blows gently over your skin, a warm embrace that allows no worries and gives you rest, an island where you will never feel lonely but always found friends...it was a place like no other, yet it was filled with danger and darkness. The air felt thick. The atmosphere seemed oppressive. 

Your arms are crossed as you lean back in your chair. You spoke in an unsettling tone. "I may grant you permission to speak, but first, what is your purpose in meeting me?" you had inquired.

It's not like you weren't friendly or anything, you're just curious. A distant traveler traversing alone in this strange land of sand is nothing but trouble and trouble has always been on your radar lately. 

Paimon, who's ever so chatty, came forward leaving a trail of twinkling stars and constellations in her wake. 

"I and the traveler were advised by a friend of ours to seek you when things get...complicated." She paused for a bit. "According to our friend of ours, you know the land better than anyone else there."  

Your gaze hardened a slight. "And this friend of yours, do I acquainted with them?"

The platinum-haired child spluttered through her words. Her tiny hands settled on her head as if she was contemplating an unsolvable puzzle. 

"U-Uh...I-uh...Probably?"

Sighing, leaned back into your chair again. Swirling emotions racking your mind, you rarely don't know how to respond to these sorts of occasions. Usually, your client just drops the mora on your feet and orders you to do whatever the heck you will be going. 

But this case was different, a warm smile graced both of your guests' lips, kindly assisting them with the heck they were doing. Coughing up in feigning irritation, you said.

"Since you paid generously, I suppose I can indulge you until the time is up. What's the situation, boss?"

The traveler and Paimon both smiled at your response but did not respond right away. They exchanged a glance before taking turns explaining the situation. In short, the Akademiya tasked them with obtaining three Pseudo-Stamens from the creature known as "Setekh Wenut" for experimental purposes.

They were initially escorted by the General himself, but due to his heavy workload, he receded back to his responsibilities and somehow remembered about you from his previous battle and decided to indirectly task you with guarding them throughout their journey across the vast territory just to fetch some drops for them.

Agreed to their invitation, you told them to ready themselves before heading out to the Desert of Hadramaveth. The journey will be long and arduous. Their destination was unknown to you since you've never ventured there personally. The two travelers were quite eager and excited to try something new.

They had no idea about the dangers hidden in the sands and the many beasts lurking deep inside the depths waiting for unsuspecting travelers.

⏤🥀⏤

A myriad of screams was heard through the dark tunnel and you are certain that it wasn't coming from the traveler or Paimon. Alerting the duo you sprinted through the darkness, and a sudden bright light nearly blinded you. 

As you blink the brightness away you see the traveler struggling to hold their hands above the blinding white light. But the most shocking thing about the aftermath of the light was a horde of Corps of Thirty were fending themselves from a huge mystical beast that radiates Anemo energy.

Among those soldiers was none other than General Mahamatra, probably assisting those who were too far away to come back home. His eyes were narrowed into slits as he faced off against an approaching beast, but his movements became sluggish and slower with each passing second.

Teleported to his coordination, you two blinked away before the Wenut drills out of the ground below the Mahamatra's feet. The General was surprised by this but grateful for your timely assistance.

"Good to see you again, general. I was hoping our second encounter was just you and me, but then again, fate is a fickle thing." You remarked, catching him by the arm and wrapping it around your neck for support. 

The male beside you grunted in response. He used his staff to aid him with his walks for a bit. 

"I appreciate you lightening up the situation, however, now isn't the time. I heard from the reports that a Scholar from the Vahumana sector that gone missing for two days, and apparently this creature was the one who was captive that said, scholar." 

A small quake rumbled below you, shaking the ground underneath your feet. The serpent-like creature resurfaced and exposed its tail, sweeping the arena with countless streams of bullets made out of Anemo energy. 

Evading all those attacks could drain your stamina pretty quickly, especially when it came to using teleportation. "We're going to need more than this if we're going to get out of this alive," you grumbled under your breath. "Do you have anything else?" You asked, glancing over at him. 

Cyno heavily sighed, seeing your slightly staggered state. "If my men can't handle it, what makes you think we'll be able to stand up to this thing?" He replied. 

"What makes you think we have to defeat this thing? We just have paralyzed this creature and rescued this scholar." You countered. 

"Why fight against this creature that can make bullets that are infused with Anemo energy? You'd only make yourselves look even more foolish." You added with a frown.

"You seem so confident," he replied in a hushed tone as the creature suspends itself in midair and conjures five Anemo spherical bullets. In a blink of an eye, Cyno had shaken off from your grasp and dashed forward to destroy those orbs using his spear to pierce through, which are successfully destroyed.

Giving it a paralyzing state, its whole body slammed upon the ground. Lying there as if it was lifeless, you summoned two sets of your chakram and hurl them toward the body, giving a wave of a hit. With the colliding elements of remains of electro and dendro, it gave the quickened effects, which gives off a great deal of damage. 

Acknowledge this reaction, you and Cyno keep repeating the same movements till the creature's carcass dissipates into flecks of cessation.

A large sigh escapes both of your lips after your last strike, and your muscles were feeling weak. The exhaustion was evident in the way you were leaning to the chakram you were holding and the way you breathed out as if you were taking in a big dose of oxygen. 

And yet, somehow, despite all these symptoms, there was still some life left to you that wasn't completely consumed by fatigue and exhaustion.

"Are you alright...[Name]?" The General questioned, watching you carefully. 

"I go by the name of my current alias, but, how did you know my name?" You ask, slowly standing up straight once you felt your bones would stop quivering. Even though the adrenaline hasn't quite settled down yet, the shock has faded. You still feel tired, but a little more rested.

Your name was long forgotten to the sand of times, and no longer was it worth remembering. It's just another nickname the people gave to you. But it never failed to give you comfort in moments like this, where your body would tremble with exhaustion and fear.

His smile faltered a little at your question before he answered with, "It's a long story."

𝐈𝐈𝐈.

After the Setekh Wenut incident, General Cyno and the rest of the Corps of Thirty returned to the Caravan Ribat for a brief respite, along with the unconscious missing scholar, who apparently was stupid enough not to bring someone like a mercenary to accompany them on their expedition.

The traveler and Paimon had already obtained what they required and were teleported back to the capital to collect their compensations. They said they need these "Primos" to wish upon a star, which you were confused by the concept but didn't fully engrossed by it and rather wanted to retreat back to your home with the rest of your comrades.

Not long ago, the white-haired general paid you a visit in the late hours of the night, and you were basking in the comfort of an oasis, its brine reflecting the starry skies above it, bathing you in its golden glow. 

The moon shines down on this nirvana, and the stars dance around the light falling from the sky.

A gentle breeze blows from behind you, gently caressing your neck and hair that flows over your shoulder, giving you a more comfortable feeling. The grass and trees encircle you, the air is cool and moist and smells pleasant, and there is no one else here except you and the silent presence you've grown accustomed to. 

When you open your eyes, you see the general had removed his headdress and placed it on a rock beside you, along with a white bandage on your cheek.

"Do you still feel drained from the events?" he asks, his voice low, almost whispering. You don't respond and instead stare into his carmine eyes.

It's an unusual sight, but in a pleasant way. The moonlight makes the general's skin shine beautifully like a sublime statue of a god. You think to yourself, he's a really interesting person. You tell yourself again and again, trying to calm the fluttering butterflies in your stomach.

A wave of familiarity washes over you, as if you'd seen this man somewhere before but honestly don't remember where. Something about him drew you towards him and kept drawing you closer to him until you found yourself sitting under the gentle breezes of the night, watching the stars slowly twinkle above you.

⏤🥀⏤

Several curious stares follow you and Cyno as you converse in front of a house. Your stern gaze can make anyone quicker in fear, but not the General Mahamatra. He stared at you unamused and unfazed by your glare, which he thought of it as adorable. But that's not the point of the scene, currently, he was scolding you. 

You pouted as you realized he was unbothered by your provocations.

Arms crossed, you shut your mouth before a bolt of lightning could bellow at you. 

"[Name], what is one thing I told you not to do?"  The General asked with no mercy. It wasn't a question, more like an order. 

You gulped. "...burn the house down?"

He sighed heavily, a fleck of disappointment lingering in his eyes. "And what did you do?"

"Made our dinner? You said you wanted a feast tonight. This should be enough to celebrate." You said as if you didn’t burn down half of the town. Not even your best efforts could stop this from happening anyway.

The General looked at you skeptically. "Did you think I'd be happy eating something burnt to a crisp?"

ˢᵖⁱʳⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ: The ending has updated⏤

[drinkitfrommymouthsuou]

🌹 ℕ𝕆𝕎 𝕆ℙ𝔼ℕ 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝔹𝕌𝕊𝕀ℕ𝔼𝕊𝕊 🌹

(♫♪) “Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here at the elite private school, Ouran Academy. The Ouran host Club is where the school’s handsomest boys with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran academy’s elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful.”

"—WELCOME!"

[jokertrap-ran]

[Gakuen K] Munakata Reisi Route: Ability’s Trigger Translation

*Translator’s note : MC’s name shall remain as my normal (水嶋ラン) *Gakuen K Masterlist / Gakuen K Mobile Masterlist *Spoiler FREE : Translations under cut ! Reblogs appreciated~

Seri: May I have a moment of your time?

Ran: Oh, Awashima-sensei.

Seri: Are you on your way to the Club room?

Ran: Yes, I was about to head there.

Seri: Could you help bring these printouts to the captain?

Ran: The captain…? You mean Munakata-senpai? Got it!

Seri: Sorry for troubling you with this.

»» ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♔◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ««

Neko: There's Boss Glasses!

Yashiro: Ahaha. Calm down, Neko.

Ran: Shiro-kun, Neko-chan. What's up?

Neko: Oh, it's rice! Hi, rice!!!

Yashiro: Hello. We were just in the courtyard, but Munakata-senpai chased us out.

Ran: He did?

Neko: Boss Glasses’ lenses flashed and he made a face as if he wanted us to get out.

Yashiro: He didn't actually say that, but you could tell from the aura he was exuding that he didn't want to be disturbed.

Ran: I see…

Yashiro: Mmhm. Another fight might break out, so you should be careful too.

Yashiro: See you next time then.

Ran: Okay, bye!

Ran: (For better or for worse, I do need to look for Munakata-senpai…)

Ran: (He should be in the courtyard, right? I should go see if he's still there.)

»» ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♔◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ««

Ran: (Munakata-senpai…)

Ran: (It's just like Shiro-kun said, it really looks like he doesn't want anyone near him…)

Ran: (But Awashima-sensei tasked me with passing these papers to him, so I should call out to him.)

Ran: Excuse mez Munakata-senpa-

Ran: (Huh!?)

Ran: Munakata…senpai…?

Munakata: …

Ran: (He's pointing the sheath of his saber at me…)

Munakata: …

Ran: (Did I do something to make him mad?)

Ran: Senpai…? Why are you…

Munakata: Apologies for scaring you.

Munakata: Seems like we won't have a repeat of what happened back then.

Ran: Huh…? What are you talking about?

Munakata: I thought that perhaps the threat would prompt you to nullify my Ability like how you did when we first met.

Munakata: But nothing happened, so it appears that my prediction was wrong.

Ran: (He was trying to test me?)

Ran: (Huh? My legs…)

Munakata: Are you alright?

Ran: Yeah…

▷Choice: I'm glad you weren't mad or anything

Ran: I’m glad to know that you’re not angry or anything. Ran: I thought I’d done something to make you mad… Munakata: If I was truly mad, you’d never have known. Munakata: Plus, I doubt you’d do anything to offend others, even if it was unintentional.

▷Choice: That was a little terrifying

Ran: I see. You were really terrifying earlier though… Ran: Almost as if you were a totally different person. Munakata: … Ran: Sorry! I’m sure that was a weird thing to say when you were only just trying to test me. Munakata: No, I should be the one apologizing for pulling this on you so suddenly.

Munakata: Hmm. I wonder just how your Ability activates…

Munakata: The mystery around you only intensifies.

Munakata: See you later at the Clubroom.

Ran: See you.

Ran: (Ah! Wait, I forgot to pass the printouts to him!)

Ran: (I've gotta catch up to him!)

»» ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♔◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ««

Next Scene: Jigsaw Puzzle

[sunny-jade]

Send a symbol below and I’ll describe or draw what my Muse wears in specific scenarios!

♔ -  pajamas / bedtime outfit

♕ - beach / swimsuit

♤ -  Look-At-Me-I’m-Hella-Attractive Outfit

♣ -   Lingerie / Underwear / Small clothes

All for sunny

Thanks for playing!

There will be no screen of Sunny's bedtime outfit....cause she doesn't wear anything to bed >_>

This is her beach/swimsuit, she loves to be in the water and smell the salt in the air. She was a pirate for years and a rogue in Limsa before that, it never really goes away.

There's nothing like a skintight bit of leather and lace, thighhigh boots and a flash of bright red to make her feel powerful and sexy.

She likes to wear strappy things and tease whenever she can, probably a side effect of having the Succubus Queen in her head for so long...

[exkingbabysitter]

mhunster: « ♔ continued. »

            HE   WISHED   EVERYTHING   THAT   THEY   COULD   BE   NIGHTMARES,   BUT   HE   knew   them   to   be   memories.   Lying   helpless   on   the   ground,   swarmed   by   high   pitched   sounds,   fluttering   leathery   wings,   held   down   tight   with   a   suffocating   feeling   hot   around   his   throat.   The   gnawing   of   needle   teeth   at   his   skin.   Ripping,   agonizing   pain   dulled   his   senses.   A   pool   of   thick   wetness   under   him,   throat   raw   with   screaming—   It   was   enough   to   pull   out   of   his   dream   world   for   what   remained   of   the   night.

         IT   HAD   BEEN   HOURS   SINCE   HE   WOKE,   SITTING   IN   THE   living   room,   guitar   on   his   lap,   and   fingers   lazily   strum   notes.   The   harsh   sounds   didn't   soothe   him   this   time.   He   placed   the   instrument   at   his   side   so   he   could   curl   up   in   the   corner   of   the   couch.   A   blanket   laid   across   his   lap   instead.   His   note   book   propped   up   by   a   pillow,   and   he   began   to   write.   Small   things,   mostly   for   his   next   campaigns,   and   any   small   lyrics   for   a   song.   He   wanted   to   keep   his   mind   busy.   However,   the   burning   sensation   around   his   abdomen   pulsed   as   a   reminder.

         THE   SHARP   RING   OF   HIS   PHONE   CAUSED   HIM   TO   JUMP.   He   breathed   out   a   soft   string   of   curses   before   he   pushed   himself   off   the   couch.   He   padded   over   to   where   his   phone   hung,   and   picked   it   up   off   the   cradle,   "   Hello?   "   as   soon   as   he   heard   that   familiar   voice,   his   heart   stopped.   He   stood   there,   holding   the   phone   in   a   tight   grip.   A   breath   caught   in   his   throat,   heart   began   to   slam   within   his   chest.   He   hadn't   heard   much   from   him   since   Skull   Rock.   The   memory   flashed   in   his   head.   A   softer   one   compared   to   the   one   he   had   been   trying   to   ignore   the   whole   night,   "   I...   you   want...   "   he   shook   his   head,   a   hard   blink   of   his   eyes,   "   Um,   I—   "   He   wanted   him   to   come   over?   Part   of   him   wasn't   so   sure   until   he   glanced   at   the   clock.   It   was   late,   or   early   depending   on   how   someone   looked   at   it.      Besides   that,   his   tone   was   all   wrong.   Something   was   on   his   mind,   something   dark   and   heavy.   This   made   Eddie   frown.   His   tone   shifted   from   being   confused   to   slight   worry.   "   I—   sure.   I'll   be   there   in   a   few.   "

            WITHOUT   ANOTHER   WORD,   EDDIE   HUNG   UP   THE   PHONE.   HE   TURNED   to   grab   his   guitar,   and   then   headed   straight   to   his   room.   He   put   his   dear   sweetheart   away   safely   before   changing   his   clothes.   He   slipped   on   his   jacket,   scribbled   a   note   for   Wayne,   grabbed   his   keys,   and   left.   Their   last   meet   might   have   ended   on   a   burning   ledge,   but   he   knew   that   sort   of   voice.   Trembling,   uncertain,   and   so   very   heavy.   He   was   troubled.   Besides   everything   else,   Eddie   knew   he   wouldn't   be   able   to   fall   back   to   sleep.

               HE   REACHED   HIS   HOUSE   RATHER   QUICKLY   THANKS   TO   HIS   HEAVY   foot—   a   bad   habit   of   speeding.   His   van   eased   up   to   his   house,   and   he   put   it   in   park.   Hands   gripped   the   wheel   for   a   moment,   taking   in   a   few   breaths   to   ready   himself.   After   another   minute,   he   opened   his   door,   slid   out,   and   began   his   track   up   to   the   front   door.   Once   at   his   destination,   he   lifted   his   hand,   and   gave   a   knock.

         the stutters from eddie were enough to make him want to crawl out of his skin. if only he could rewind the past few minutes, stop himself from picking up the damn phone, and screw his head on right. he could have saved them both the trouble from the grueling silence and steve's display of humiliation.

         〝 wait — 〞 steve's words poured out, already drowned out by the line buzzing. eddie hung up. he was coming over? frozen, steve stared at the receiver. there must have been some trick. his mind presented cruel options for the evening. maybe eddie would never show and chatter of his personal request would be floating through the town by tomorrow. well, shit. it wouldn't be undeserved, would it? the consequences of king steve have followed him for some time. eddie and others received the brunt of his actions. revenge was inevitable.

         he didn't want to think this of eddie, but couldn't suppress the brewing guilt. he was wrestling between two realities — the eddie he wanted to believe in, the eddie who was fierce, startingly kind, off-kilter, brazen, and the eddie who had every right to humble him.

         the time between the call and eddie's arrival slipped past him. the knock shot a piercing rush through his stomach. this was really happening. steve could no longer fold himself in the pockets of time and hide away.

         he opened the door. immense focus was put into appearing casual, ironically creating a strain on his features. he was doing a poor job at normalcy, the sight of eddie alone erupted butterflies in his stomach. even in the deep hours of the night, the boy was breathtaking as ever.〝 hey — 〞 warmth coated his greeting. shove it down. 〝 thanks for coming, uh. make yourself at home, 〞 with an awkward welcome, he stepped aside for eddie's entrance.

         it didn't occur to him that this was the first time eddie would see him without the signature hair, the flat locks laying across his forehead in his least favorite way. not to mention, the weathered pajamas depicted him in a shapeless form, less sculpted than his typical snug blue jeans. something really was wrong with him to let anyone see him like this.

[destrozcs]

"hold still! stop moving around so much!" From Nelliel. Just let her drool on it a little and you'll be fine I s2g

PROMPTS FOR PATCHING UP WOUNDS [accepting]

♔—;; The former Sexta tried snatching his arm back from Nelliel's grasp, but her hold on him was stronger than her appearance let on. Still, that didn't stop him from continuing to try worming his way out.

"I'm fine," he insisted, in spite of the grimace that flashed across his face as his movement pulled on the torn muscle, fresh blood oozing from the open wound. "I've survived worse."

[atomiqueen]

♔ — memes / accepting!

        What did Dom Pedro mean when he said you were soft on me? What do you think he meant? I asked you first. ...I took those hits for you forgetting that I can't anymore, but I'd do it again. I'd do anything for you, and Dom Pedro knows it.

        Lucy blinks, flashing back to all the many times Cooper had stepped in to look out for her in the past, reconsidering and recontextualizing almost all of it. “...my first instinct is to protect you, no matter the cost,” @radiaking adds, and she comes back from her thoughts with a soft half-smile.

        “Well, in that case...” Lucy puts a hand on his arm, shifting closer to him beside the fire. “Maybe I'm soft on you, too.” She watches his profile thoughtfully. “I did burn through all my remaining spells just to keep you around...”