#I couldn't get involved instantly with Rise

[lanaroff]

Unwanted- Part 6

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Y/N is an enhanced SHIELD agent who is forced to work with the Avengers. What happens when they discover that she’s not alone?

A/N: This part is a bit short, but hell it was hard to write it. Enjoy!

You were used to the pain. It was something that, through out the years, you had actually grown to enjoy. But there was something completely different when Venom was in pain. The feeling of having your skin burnt out was something that you couldn’t control. You would rather die than feel that kind of pain again.

As you lay on the table, you swore that if you actually escaped, you would make sure to destroy Hydra and everyone who was ever involved with the organization.

The doctor entered the room with such excitement that it made you terrified. The same look that you saw when they treated you like a lab rat, back when you first met what Hydra was capable of. That look that you could never forget.

Dr. Ackerman grabbed his scalpel and started cutting the back of your head. You instantly felt a sharp pain from your skull to your feet. You thought that there was no turning point. "This is it," you said to yourself. All those years of controlling Venom, and gaining confidence in yourself were thrashed by some mad scientist. You were hopeless.

As soon as the doctor cut a hole deep enough to see the device, you started to pass out. With the hit of the sunbed and the incredible pain that you were feeling, you lost control of reality. However, the moment the doctor touched the divices in your head, you saw stars. You started screaming in pain. You beg for it to explode and kill you. You need it to stop. You couldn't stand it anymore.

But suddenly, it all stopped. The pain was gone, and you felt empty. You knew what it meant. It meant that you no longer had restrictions over Venom. It meant that he could do whatever he wanted.

"It's done." The doctor said, placing the device on the table.

"You see? I told you, Y/L/N, I was not going to kill you. I'm just going to make you wish you were dead." Rumblow said as he commanded everyone to leave the room. Just as the last soldier was about to leave the room. Romblow's radio turned on.

"Sir, The Avengers had arrived; we need to leave now!" You heard a man saying.

"We will see each other again. Have fun trying not to kill your friends." Rublow said, leaving you all alone and destroyed.

You managed to get yourself out of the table. You needed to get out of there before it was too late. They couldn't see you like this. They couldn't get close to you. So with all you had, you left the room behind. However, your body betrayed you, and you felt to the ground.

"Y/N!" You heard Natasha saying it from across the hall. "Guys, I found her on the west side of the building; she looks injured."

"NO! Don't get any closer!" You said trying to stand up.

But your efforts were useless. Soon everyone was there. Tony, Steve, Sam, Bucky, and even Wanda. And before you could run away, you stared to feel how Venom was gaining control.

"The device is gone. They took it away. I can't control it any longer. Leave please!" You begged them. But it was too late. Way too late. And Venom was already rising. And you were long gone.

It was getting dark, and they couldn't quite see what was happening. Until they saw it. A flicker of motion in the distance, followed by another. Something alien. Tall, sleek, and impossibly fast, moving like shadows in the dark. It was hard to pinpoint exactly what it was. But Natasha could never forget that day at training. It was VENOM.

"Y/N!" shouted Steve, his voice urgent as the figure appeared at the edge of their field of vision.

But when they saw no response, they took immediate action. Tony's weapon fired the first shot—a tracer round that illuminated the night with a burst of white-hot light. However, it made the alien angrier. And it soon targeted them with all it had.

"Fall back to position!! We need to surround it." Steve barked, rallying the team. They quickly took cover behind desks and walls.

"We can't kill them. It's Y/N. We need to save them!" Wanda shouted. She hated seeing you like this. She had shared enough with you to know that you blame yourself if anything bad happens to them. She hated that she couldn't help you. But she hated that in order to stop you, she would have to use her powers on you.

Bucky set off an explosive charge, sending a shockwave through the ground that knocked you off your feet. The hit caused the alien to flicker and phase, but it didn't stop it. It was pointless. Almost immediately, Natasha fired her grenade launcher, sending a series of explosive rounds toward the creature. One after another, the explosions seemed to have little effect, though the ground trembled with each impact. The alien was adapting. It was like fighting ghosts that refused to stay dead.

They needed a plan. They needed to hit the Venom's weakness, but there was no time to study it. Only fight.

"We need you, Wanda!" Natasha shouted.

"I can't do it," She replied.

Before anyone could do anything, the alien’s long, tendril-like arm shot out, grabbing Sam by the neck. His body jerked violently, his feet leaving the ground as the alien hoisted him up like a ragdoll. His wepon fell, clattering uselessly on the ground below.

"Sam!" Bucky yelled, his voice filled with terror. He began to move, but Steve raised his hand, stopping him.

"Don’t shoot! You’ll hit him!"

The alien’s tendrils coiled tighter around Sam’s neck, lifting him higher, its face mere inches from his. The creature’s distorted features pulsed and rippled, like the surface of a disturbed pond, as it stared into his eyes. Sam's face was pale, his breath ragged as the alien’s grip tightened.

Upon seeing this, Wanda decided to take control of the situation. She charged her magic and began fighting back. The moment Venom saw the redhead attacking him, it dropped Sam.

Sam hit the ground, gasping for air, his hands clutching at his neck. He was alive. His body trembled, and he couldn’t move fast enough to escape the creature’s grasp. The alien turned to face Wanda, its body flickering as it regained its composure. Without hesitation, Wanda pulled all the magic that she had towards the alien, lifting it from the ground and sending it to the wall.

The moment you hit the ground, Venom dissapeared, and the form of an injured and weak agent emerged. It was over.

[o4o41]

About Sunita.

While I'm glad they made more females in Rise of tmnt like Kendra, box-comentator girl, Tailor Swift-alike

I can't help but think like both Sunita and Big mama where following tricky-by-appearance or temporary ones syndrome. Idk both females. Separately, how mutant unleashed game made a fem.threat who was simply had a temporary-fem-chara syndrome

We need to get out of that mold really. This pattern to fem charas. Since 2012 irma and 1987 Mona.

Sunita can be written as a troubled girl like 2003 Quarry who really stuck as a rock-monster underground but would really want to be a human. (Or talisman has ben10ability but that's another story). Or can be an Earth-originated human alien just crazy stuff happened there so she is no longer a human.

Added with big ma and Frida. Make their dynamic not so on the surface level. And if keep the tone of the rise with pure motives and dignity. Maybe if you can't make Frida strong and independent, Lara Croft level smart and baddie maybe make ma and Fri aquintances who (falsely)have a common aim or interest.

[ilyuan]

⋆ ˚ ꩜ "you're the most handsome man i know" trope hehe

PAIRINGS. alhaitham 〳 zhongli 〳 wriothesley x gn . reader

CW. jealousy lawl 〳 insecure bbies but u reassure them 〳 slight ooc characters 〳 lmk if i missed anything :]

NOTE. i know jing yuan is the header but shh he's adorable so we don't talk about it

ALHAITHAM ꒱

with the gray haired sleepy head "resting his eyes" on your lap as he quoted, your eyes couldn't help but drift towards the small features you always adored so very much.

"haitham," you randomly spoke, to which he looked up to you, his eyes weary and his throat raspy as he eyes you up and down, waiting for you to say the oh-so-important thing that interrupted his peaceful sleep.

"you know you're really pretty, right?" you smiled, his eyes shutting for two seconds then opening again as soon as he heard your words, i mean, you tell him that everyday, so why would he overthink about it?

you notice his confused state, and so you begin to speak once more, not knowing that your words would sent a mental alarm in him.

"i mean," you pause, "you are the most handsome man i know."

as much as you like the small pink rising across his cheeks, it instantly fades away as he glares up at you.

"what?" you glare back at him jokingly, basically just trying to test the waters.

of course you knew how alhaitham was like, but what you didn't know is that he can get insecure from time to time but you're completely unaware of it.

with kaveh always bugging him about something that happened in the akademiya, he can hardly catch the peaceful moments with you like this, which led you to your obliviousness to his insecurities that formed when he was away from you.

"you know other men?" he finally speaks.

"..."

"just accept the compliment," you playfully roll your eyes, to which he turns his head away from you to.

"no no, i'm sorry, you're the only man i know," you quickly reassure, to which his eyes practically light up to.

ZHONGLI ꒱

in the middle of you and zhongli's conversation that involved his unusual gossiping about his stressful day at work today, he cleared his throat, a usual sign that he was about to change the topic.

"what is it?" you instantly notice his eyes forming into almost pleading ones, which was very unusual for him.

"could you grab me a cup of tea real quick? i've been feeling a bit dehydrated during this conversation," he speaks, patting you on the shoulder twice, it always worked.

you looked him in his golden eyes and your confusion was very obvious to him.

"not proper of me, hm?" he smiles at you, his lips tugging up back into that gentle smile he always praised you with.

"not really, no," you laugh.

he loved that laugh. the laugh that always warmed his heart whenever he had the time to do things like this with you.

the laugh that he gained from you.

"beautiful," he catches you off guard as you begin walking to the now boiling hot water to make his tea.

"you're one to talk," you smirk, "you're the most beautiful man i know, zhongli."

he raises his brows, "oh? you've never told me about anyone, dear," he teases.

"oh," you pause in your tracks, your hand on the warming pot of water which you didn't notice until it got hotter, "that's not what i meant, silly."

"you're burning your hand there, dear, be careful," he teases again, but this time it's more like a warning for you not to get hurt.

"you distract me too much, i'm almost done with it," you turn your head back around to face him, the pot now fully heated up, ready for you to prepare it for the tea you have been holding back on him ever since he started teasing you.

WRIOTHESLEY ꒱

assisting your boyfriend in his work was stressful, yes, but you couldn't lie all the time when it came to going down to the pankration ring.

"you're not doing it right," he comes up from behind you, guiding your hands to help you aim your bow at the upcoming red ball.

"pull your string back and once your arrow is there, aim it at the middle of the ball," he assists you, and your mind can't help but be caught onto his voice and the guidance of his hands holding yours.

"careful, you don't wanna hurt yourself," he teases when he notices you staring at his strong arms assisting you, "you zone out too much, love," he laughs.

"and you pay attention to everything too much, love," you tease, emphasizing the word 'love' to catch him off guard like he did to you.

right after that, he faces you towards him and raises a brow.

"what? cat caught your tongue?" you giggle and put your index finger to his lips, practically a way to tell him to be quiet.

he takes your finger off his lips and shakes his head 'no'.

"ugh," you roll your eyes, "you're lucky you're the most handsome man i know," you continue, to which he tilts his head at.

"do you still want help with this or not, [name]?" he smirks at you, noticing your instincts.

"i gave you a compliment, what do you mean?" you tease, to which he sighs at.

"other men?" he rolls his eyes back at you, to which you instantly notice his insecurities about your words.

well, yes this was your whole plan, to tease him like you always do to each other, but you didn't know he'd get jealous!

"wait, i'm sorry," you frown, "it was a joke," you continue, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"don't do that again or i'm not letting you see sigewinne for a week," he chuckles, hugging you back, to which you instantly pulled away and looked at him with wide eyes.

"you're joking right?"

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[targaryenrealnessdarling]

Playing With Fire

24/12: A Fancy Party & Praising - modern!Aemond Targaryen Word Count: 2.1k~ | Warnings: raunchy texts, pussy slapping, public sex, p in v sex, praise, dirty talk A/N: missed these two??? It's our Perfect Score duo!

12 Days of Smuff Masterlist

She hates these events. Hates the pomp and ego. Her situation has changed but the figure skating business certainly hadn't.

Since returning to Singles, Rhaenys had encouraged her to get involved in it all again, as much as she knew she loathed it. Connections were everything after all. And she supposed it was an excuse to have a glass of bubbly.

Rhaenys was in her usual flawless getup. A floor length pale blue, with the corset littered with sparkles. Except this time, instead of dragging her around by her forearm, she'd bought her doting husband, Corlys, and was dragging him around instead.

She gravitated instantly to Baela and Rhaena, dressed in matching blues. Baela wore a skin tight dress without sleeves and it was such a dark blue that in some light, it could've been black. Whereas Rhaena matched her blue to Rhaenys, bar all the sparkle, since she insisted it was 'tacky'.

She'd rolled her eyes at that.

Some things never change.

"Hello, you", she turned to find a familiar face, voice and mop of curly brown hair.

"Jace!"

He gave her a tight-lipped smile and a friendly hug somehow without really touching her, "nice to see you out on the ice again."

"Oh, you know me, can't keep away", she smirked, throwing a lock of waved hair over her shoulder.

Yet another familiar face poked from the shadows, "miss me?"

Both Jace and her smiled brightly, "Cregan, nice to see you!"

"You too," he smiled, "fucking hate these things."

She gave a dry laugh, "yeah, me too. Just an excuse to have some fancy food really."

Cregan laughed, "at least you're honest."

As the glasses of bubbly began to work their magic, her head swirling pleasantly, she watched Jace and Cregan laugh with each other, and then Baela and Rhaena alike.

There was a full ache in her chest, tapping her fingernails against the glass flute, wishing that a certain person was also here to accompany her.

She had respected Aemond's decision to not attend events such as this.

He would support her at matches, cheering from the sidelines, even watching when she practised, sometimes joining her, but he couldn't for the life of him force himself to go to an event where he might catch a glimpse of Alys Rivers.

He'd get no judgement from her for that.

Besides, if Alys Rivers ever dared to show her face in the same building as her, she'd face her wrath.

She finds herself, absentmindedly sipping the tart prosecco, her third she notes, listening to Corlys Velaryon harp on about how amazing Rhaenys was in her day. How sensually she moved, how she used to wink at him from the sidelines and-

“Okayyy…I think I've heard just about enough.” She says awkwardly. Without that he might have gone on forever.

“Apologies. I can't say enough things to describe her.”

She nods, “I'm lucky to have her as a manager, certainly. Excuse me.”

She blinked a few times as she slid away, through the brilliantly dressed people, downing the rest of her bubbly as she pushed the glass doors towards the back of the hall to get some fresh air.

She fanned herself with her hand, feeling all hot from the humid air vaped off everyone’s bodies inside. Her phone illuminates her face as she pulls it from her clutch, a smile rising to her lips to find Aemond’s name as the most recent contact to have sent her a message.

She laughed quietly, her thumbs moving quickly to reply, heart all aflutter.

There’s a long quiet. Those three lines to say he’s replying come on, then off, then on again.

Um.

What. 

Okay. What the fuck.

Her eyes were like saucers, the cold blue light bouncing off them as she stared at his response.

Gods, what the fuck was Aemond on??

She found herself looking around briefly.

Aemond hadn't known what she'd worn. How could he have?

She was stunned for a moment, her thumbs unmoving as her eyebrows furrowed at her screen in confusion.

It was a good job she was outside, the squeal she let out bounced off the walls when she felt two hands sliding around her waist.

If she were a different person, she'd have used her clutch as a weapon, it was certainly heavy enough.

But in the end she's glad she didn't as she whips around to be greeted with the familiar smirk, platinum tied-back hair and mismatched eyes of Aemond.

Her phone nearly falls from her hands in shock, "Aemond, what the fuck?!"

He chuckles breathily, "Nice to see you too, princess."

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, gaining her breath back slightly, her chest feeling hot but at the same time, a smile rising to her lips at his presence. Stupidly, seeing him is just what she needed.

"Thought I'd come and see my girl, only to find that yet again that cunt Northerner is trying to get into her pants."

She swallowed at the way he'd said it, all low and halfway between flirty and angry. And ashamed as she is to say it, a warmth drifts between her thighs, her insides clenching around nothing, remembering perhaps the borderline dirty words he'd typed over text.

"I was...just being nice-"

"Oh were you now?" he drones, leaning forward impossibly close, a platinum strand falling from behind his ear to frame his sharp features. His hand on the wall on one side of her head feels close, half caging her in and the anticipation of his proximity is suffocating.

His gaze drops to her outfit, akin to the one she wore when her and Aemond had to attend their first shmoozing event back when they worked in Pairs.

"You do look gorgeous," he starts, humming appreciatively, "I remember you wearing something like this back when we hated each other."

"We didn't hate each other." She rolls her eyes, not able to help the smile that quirks at her lips.

But Aemond cocks his head, narrowing his gaze, "Uh huh, sure. Well you hated me then," he grins, "in any case, princess, I'm not sure I can wait for us to ditch this place."

Her lips part, unsure what he means until he has her pressed to the wall, his tall, broad form easily framing her in to trap her, rather enjoying the lost, dumb look on her face as his fingers trickle down to the hem of her dress.

"Aemond!" She whisper shouts, looking around as her face burns at the thought of being so brazen out in public like this. If anyone came through those horrendous glass doors... the thought has her core throb with danger and her skin alight with nerves.

"What? I promised, didn't I?" He muses, his lips descending to place open-mouthed kisses on her neck, below her ear, "I said I'd fuck you stupid."

Yes, but I didn't think you meant here, is all she's able to think.

But her mouth fails to move as he rucks up her dress to her middle, surprised in himself to find there was nothing beneath.

"Trying to impress someone?"

"Can't wear underwear with this dre-ah!"

She has to cover her mouth when Aemond slaps her harshly right onto her hot core, throbbing with want for him by now she's sure. The action, so lewd and exciting, has her clenching around nothing.

"Yeah yeah, don't want your pathetic fucking excuses, princess," he utters darkly, his tongue running over the bit of skin he'd just bitten lightly, and she mewls, turning into a choked moan the second he eases two fingers into her.

She's not as wet as she would be with some preparation, but right now that's half the thrill. She's still excited enough from his words over text alone that there's no pain but only the stretch of his fingers as he crooks forwards, brushing that spot inside her that has her toes curling in her heels.

She grabs his wrist, "fuck-Aemond-"

"There it is. Such a dirty fucking girl for me, aren't you."

She nods feebly, not even really listening, too focussed on tightening her grip on him as he pistons two fingers into her, the tightness in her belly beginning to crest as Aemond brushes her sweet spot with every push inside.

"Fuck-I can feel you tightening around me you little slut."

He punctuates it with yet another wetter slap as he pulls his digits from her, making her let out a muffled squeal.

She barely has time to crack her eyes open before Aemond is pressed up against her, his hands grasping her thighs to pull her up the wall against him. He only really needs one hand to do it, his chest anchoring hers to him as his other fumbles with his belt.

"Tell you what, if you can be quiet for me, I'll let you cum." He breathes against her lips, his jaw all tense like this is all he's been able to think about since he saw her.

"Aemond, wai-"

He doesn't.

Both of them have to stifle a sort of relieved moan as he slides into her, the stretch of him never failing to steal the air from her lungs. Her arms tighten around his back, all ideas of being caught or the fact that there are several dozen people inside the building next to them right at this moment, is completely distant.

The first genuine thrust he gives makes her want to cry out, but she thinks better of it and presses her lips together, each movement of himself inside her making that task ten times harder. But the prospect of not being allowed fulfilment is the thing that keeps her from it.

"That's my girl - that's my good fucking girl - doing so well-"

She's ashamed to say how the praise shoots straight to her core, tightening around him so impossibly much that she swears Aemond fucking whines when he tries to push inside her again.

"Aw, did you like that, baby? - do you like being my good girl?"

She's not sure if she nods or if it's the force of Aemond's brutal thrusts that is making her head move, but he takes it as confirmation nonetheless.

"Fuck - I could stay buried in your pretty little pussy all fucking day -" he muses, his voice all strained the longer he continues his rapid pace, his skin that pokes out from beneath his shirt meets hers with a soft slap, her face heating up when she feels that her slick is beginning to come away on him each time.

And she knows she's done for as soon as his hand drifts down between her legs, his thumb playing with her pearl with the aid of her arousal.

And he expects me not to make a sound or cum? she thinks to herself.

She keeps herself together through sheer stubbornness if anything, the two overwhelming pleasures at once threatening to have her topple over the edge at any moment.

"My perfect girl - come on, I can't wait any longer, want you to fucking soak my cock, come on-"

He almost sounds impatient, and if the needy tone of his voice doesn't propel her into rapture, the way he presses his thumb against her clit certainly does. And she falls over the edge with a muffled whine into his neck, near sobbing with pleasure as Aemond doesn't let up, fucking into her with abandon to chase his own when he feels the way she clamps around his length.

She lets out another moan to chase the last as she feels Aemond's shuddered breath and the warmth fills her as he hits his own high. Staying like that for a brief, warm moment, before he sets her down on wobbly feet.

He grins at the exhausted look on her face as he pulls her dress down, not missing the way he's already started to leak out of her. But he can't talk, he's all flushed in the face as well, tugging his trousers back over his hips.

She adjusts her hair, all frizzy from the moisture in the cold winter air.

"Come on then." He grins wolfishly.

He walks the opposite direction she expects. And her brows furrow in confusion as Aemond heads to the glass doors, to go inside the venue.

"Where are you going?"

"Can't go without at least saying hello to everyone, now can I? Maybe I'll speak to Cregan Stark."

Her mouth hangs open in shock, "Aemond-"

Your cum is running down my thighs. She wants to say.

And he seems to understand, based on the way he smirks at the warmth that graces her cheeks in embarrassment, "Come on, princess, don't be rude now."

She bites her lip in annoyance, hooking her arm into his.

If she didn't love him, she'd kill him.

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[penelopepine]

Don't be a stranger! Pt. 8

Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Simon "Ghost" Riley x FemReader

Content: Neighbors AU, fluff, developing relationship, non-con drug use, light angst

Simon instantly felt his heart drop, “What do you mean she’s gone?” His voice was cold as he spoke. If Johnny is saying what he thinks he’s saying then someone is going to die today, that Simon can guarantee. 

Before Soap can respond though a gunshot rings out. "Soap, where are you? What's happening?" 

"We're at the small grocery store in town! Things here went from zero to hundred real quick; Beads is nowhere in sight." 

Right away Simon is moving; he has to get to you. "What the hell were you two doing off base?" 

"Just- I'll explain when-," Soap suddenly pauses , "Price?!" 

"Soap, go 4 aisles down; Gaz is there with Beads." Price's voice suddenly cuts through the phone. 

Price? Gaz? What were they doing there? An immediate uneasy feeling rises in his chest. This whole thing wasn’t making sense to him. 

He could vaguely hear Soap speaking to Price. The only thing he could make out was the clear anger and confusion in his voice. Moments later Price’s voice comes through clear as day, he can only assume that Price took Johnny’s phone. 

“Ghost, stay where you are.” 

“Price what the fuck is happening?” Simon growled. 

“Ghost.” Price took a deep breath before continuing, “It was all a set up. We planned for the possibility of Beads being targeted and taken once stepping off base. They did exactly what we thought they would do.” 

He couldn’t fucking believe what he was hearing, “You used her as bait! Did you keep her in the dark too, or was I the only one that wasn’t given the truth?” 

“You, Beads, and Soap weren’t told anything. The situation here is under control though now, and once we're back we can discuss more. Laswell is already waiting for you in the main meeting room; she’ll explain everything a bit more to you.” 

Simon hung up. He didn’t want to hear anything more from him. If you’re hurt in any way there will be hell to pay. This whole plan shouldn’t have happened; much less with him not being told about it. 

He almost wants to disobey Price, and go find you right now. The only thing stopping him is also wanting answers for what is happening. As much as he wants to be with you he knows that you're mostly likely on your way to him right now. So he turns and storms his way to Laswell. 

Once reaching the meeting room he gives a sharp knock, but doesn't wait for an answer before opening the door anyway. Laswell is sitting already with a serious look on her face. "Ghost, sit down. Let's talk about everything calmly." 

Calm was the last thing he was feeling right now. All he wanted to do was yell; yell at everyone involved with making this plan. "Explain then." Simon sneered before sitting right across from her. 

"On Monday Soap and Beads approached Price about leaving base to go to the grocery store. Beads apparently wanted to make a special meal for you, and Soap said that he would gladly accompany her." 

"A Russian terror group broke into both of our flats. They know that she is connected to me. Leaving base shouldn't have even been considered." Simon argued back. 

"She's been here for almost a month, Ghost. There has also been no other signs of them attempting to get to you." 

Anger filled Simon's veins, "Of course there hasn't been any signs! They've been waiting for us to mess up, and this, sending her out there, was what they were waiting for." 

Laswell doesn't react much to his anger; only giving him an unimpressed look, "We had no way of knowing that though, and we couldn't have kept her on base forever. Which is why when Price asked about what I thought about letting her leave I agreed, but not without planning for the possibility that they would attack her." 

"Why wasn't I informed then?" 

"We knew that you wouldn't have agreed to it. You would have gone with her in full gear; which would have only brought more attention to yourselves." 

"And the reason for not telling Johnny then; the one who would have been right by her side if he had known?" 

"Soap is amazing at what he does, but he is not an actor." That Simon could agree with; which is why he would have much rathered Johnny to be obviously lying to you, then him not there to protect you. “We had a small team following them the entire time. Price and Gaz were watching her the entire time.” He knew Laswell was trying to calm his nerves as much as she could right now. Simon knew though that the only thing that could calm him was seeing you; making sure that you’re alright. 

“So Gaz training recruits and yours and Price’s meeting was a lie to keep me unassuming then?” He lets out an almost defeated sigh, “At least tell me she's alright.” 

Laswell for the first time doesn’t answer him immediately. She seems to be taking a few moments to assess his emotions before answering, “Price called me before you arrived. She is safe, whole, alive, but she did end up getting hurt. One of the men grabbed her before injecting some kind of sleeping drug into her-.” 

It was sudden ding from Laswell’s phone that stopped her from continuing. She took a few minutes to write them a message back before finally turning her attention back to him.

"She's here."  

Simon didn't wait to see if she had anything else to say before he was standing and walking out of the room to the med bay area. He feels guilty; he knows that he had no way of helping you avoid this since he wasn't told of the plan. You had been there though because of him; you had apparently wanted to do something special for him. 

If he could he'd go back and tell you that just being around him is all he needs because you are special to him. 

He's vaguely aware that Laswell is following him. Simon isn't interested in speaking to her anymore though. The only thing that matters is making sure you're ok with his own eyes; everything else can wait. 

Which is why he immediately goes to just walk past Price who was clearly waiting for him in front of the med bay doors. 

"Ghost." Price puts his hand on Simon's shoulder stopping him from entering. 

Simon knows that he could break Price's hold and continue on his way; he stops though, willing to give him one chance to explain his piece. "Price." 

“I know you’re upset, Ghost, and you honestly should be. Believe me though when I say that we were watching her the entire time. She got hurt, yes, but there was no way I was going to allow them to leave that building with her.” 

He trusts Price, trusts him with his life. Simon also knows that Price wouldn’t lie straight to his face about something like this, “I want to be included from this point forward. I don’t care if you think I’ll disagree. I need to be involved when it comes to her.” 

“I promise.” Price says with sincerity, “Now would you like to see her? She’s being taken care of right now; we can go to her room if you want to.” 

Simon doesn’t say anything else, only nods his head. The sooner he can see you the sooner he can finally breathe again.

Laswell during all of this had been silently typing away on her phone. "John, Ghost, I'll leave  you two here. The men from the grocery store are ready for questioning. I'll call on either of you if needed. Hopefully this can end the whole situation," she pointedly looks towards Simon now, "You and your friend will be able to walk freely if so." She then turns and walks down the hall away from them. 

Placing a hand on Simon's shoulder, Price directs them back to the doors, "Let's go." 

Price led them inside down the white sterile halls of the med bay till they reached your room. “Are you ready to go inside?” 

Without answering he pushes past and into the room. Then there you were, lying down asleep in a standard hospital bed. A doctor was also there standing next to you writing some things down on her clipboard. 

“Ghost, this is Dr. Withers, she has been the one taking care of her.” 

The doctor gives them both a nod, “She’s doing well. We’ve already done a blood test, and nothing except the obvious seems wrong.” Looking down at her clipboard she flips through a couple pages, "It seems they weren't able to inject very much of the drug; she'll be in and out for a few hours, but she should be waking up soon." With that she leaves them alone with you. 

In the silence that follows Simon makes his way to your side, sitting down next to you, placing his hand near yours. Price stands at the end of your bed, but his attention is solely focused on Simon. "You really care about this girl don't you?" 

"…I love her." He whispered to himself, but it was clear as day for everyone in the room to hear. 

Simon couldn't believe that he actually said it. He's been fighting with himself about what he was going to do about it, debating ignoring the feeling all together. In the end though this wasn't something he could run from. He loved you. 

“You love me…?” Your gravelly voice calls out. 

Note: Ahhhh I finally getting this chapter out! Thank you for reading this far. I also hope you have enjoyed the series as much as I have. The next chapter will most likely be the last update on this.

Also a special thank you to @nexthyperfix for beta reading this chapter for me!

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✰⋆⁺₊⋆ - i always win. - ⋆⁺₊⋆✰

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warnings!: eating out, overstim

today was you and xavier's day off. the wanderer activity lately has been very low compared to a few months ago, signifying that it's that time of year where you guys can take a little break once in a while.

in the fresh morning of april, a lovely tuesday, the sun shone through your blinds blinding you as your eyes opened. turning to the other side to wrap your legs around xavier, they plopped onto nothing. in concern, your eyes sprung open, you hands lifting your body up.

he was gone. but where? turning back around slowly, still infected by sleep, the light from your phone presented '8:15'. now in your how many years you've know xavier, he never wakes up this early unless it's forced (by you) or he has a very early mission do to at the base. stretching as you moaned from the feeling of the heat, your ear picked up the noise of the door opening.

there he was, in nothing but his boxers walking around the house as he sweats from a possible workout. smiling, you sleepily waved at him, too tired to be speaking. chuckling in return, he ruffled your hair before pecking your neck softly. moving your neck due to the tickly sensation, a small whine escaped your mouth.

"..why are you awake so early..?" your voice was tougher than normal, a slight rasp involved too. he tried to drag you out of bed properly but you resisted. he sighed.

"you know. it's actually not that early. i'd say 6 is early."

shaking your head no, you tried to pull him back into bed. your eve wrapping around his arm as you used your horrible morning strength to get him down. he watched you, just admiring you before you gave up.

"come on. let's shower together." he won the fight, grasping your hands in his as he kissed them, running around and kneeling down. he looked back, silently telling you to get on his back.

slowly and steadily, you shifted your body to his back, holding onto his neck your legs clinging onto his waist. he slowly rose to his feet, holding the bottom of your thighs to secure you tightly. walking to the shower, he tried to to wake you up more after hearing your cute little snores.

"hey hey hey! no more sleeping." you practically scoffed at his words, rising your head and biting the back of his neck.

"coming from you...master...sleepyhead..." a yawn separated most of your sentence even though he understood it all.

after making it to the bathroom, he placed you onto the toilet, making sure that you were leaning on the wall so you didn't fall. your tired eyes slowly tracked his steps.

putting the water on...grabbing a few bubble maker bottles...making sure it was warm...looked at you..

"come on darling. bath time."

holding your hands out to be carried, he used that to take your his shirt off leaving you only in your underwear. the soft black lace absorbing his light heart. you stretched as the morning sun started to wake you under before a sharp feeling came from your hip.

your eyes shot down to stare at xavier's long fingers snapping the side of your underwear against your skin before going onto his knees. his hand rushing up your thighs gently, caressing the soft skin.

"...xav...what r you doing.." your hands rested on his shoulders, his hypnotising baby blues trapping yours. he had his cheeky face on. his hand slowly pulling your underwear down. his fingers patting at the wetness of your pussy.

"so wet..this early baby?" he teased,biting your thighs as your head flew back, your hand covering your eyes. a slight giggle running out of you.

"for you of course. you can't be so hot and not expect me to- OH! my gosh-"

you gasped, instantly grasping at his hair. the sensation of his tongue fighting with your flaps, sucking harshly of the flesh as he pulled you closer by your thighs.

you whimpered, crying out as he continued to eat your out, harshly yet so deep you couldn't even breathe before he was back at it again. the digits of his fingers in you increasing by the minute. your legs clenching around his head as he sucked harder, his normally soft persian blue eyes now stern and dull.

"don't...move." he growled into your pussy, making sure you couldn't move as he went faster and faster.

" wait!- wait, baby please- xavier! i can't!!-"

you squealed trying to catch a break, you weren't prepared for this. your legs trembled violently around his head, your head nearly banging against the bathroom wall behind you by the force of his tongue.

"xavier i'm gonna-" the cool in your stomach was intense but he didn't slow down whatsoever, you squirmed and begged in his mercy. but he didn't stop. he wanted to see you squirm. he wanted to see you struggle to take the pleasure he was giving you.

suddenly, his face was coated in your liquids, and he didn't waste a single drop, if he wasn't always pussy drunk than this would be a different type of hungry.

after taking all of your results off his face, he went back to your core, desperately looking for more. taking every ounce of you into his mouth.

"okay! okay! we get it...we get it..." you huffed.

he picked you up, slowly placing you in the tub before situations himself right behind you making sure that your were stable.

"your pussy is such a delicious dinner, you know?" he whispered in your ear as you bit his hand softly.

"stop it..you're so cringe eww- ow!"

he pinched your side as you bit hi harder. soon enough, water was everywhere and you were scrapping inside the bathtub. slowly you gave up as he started tickling.

"OKAY! you win!-"

"see? i always win."

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date made: 21-25/4/24

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Ear Cleaning | Sukuna Ryomen

king!sukuna ryomen x servant!readerSypnosis: The king wants his ears cleaned and he chooses the new servant to do it. Contents: king x servant, kinda fluffy i guess, a lil bit of humilliation, threat, hugs, one bed. Word count: 750 words. Author's note: I like this dynamic, I'll probably write it again in the future. Let me know what you think :)

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> Sukuna Ryomen had a lot of servers. They trembled if those scary red eyes of his laid on them. Everyone tried to avoid him at all costs to avoid performing tasks that involved being near him, especially cleaning his ears.

> Sukuna Ryomen hated having his sensitive ears touched but it was necessary if he wanted to have his five senses ready for every battle. He didn't want to clean his own ears because what kind of king cleans his own ears?

> Sukuna Ryomen began his search for a faithful servant to do such a task. As everyone was hiding from him, he ended up choosing you, the youngest and most inexperienced servant in the castle. He ordered you to follow him to his room and the other servants began to bless you in your way there in case they never saw you again.

> Sukuna Ryomen leaned back on his luxurious divan for you to start working. Like the evil motherfucker he is, he didn’t forget to threaten you first: "You'd better do your job well or I’ll kill you," he spat. You swallowed dryly because it was the first time you cleaned his ears and if you didn't do your job well, this would be your last.

> Sukuna Ryomen closed his eyes as you carefully cleaned the outside of his ear with a cotton swab. Your hands were gentle around his sensitive ears and the friction did not bother him because it was so minimal. Your fingers felt warm, which helped him relax. You wish you could be as relaxed as he was because were cold sweating and every move you made was calculated to not bother your majesty.

 > Sukuna Ryomen felt a shiver run down his back as you stuck a small wooden spatula into his ear to remove the excess earwax that prevented him from hearing well. "Tell me if it hurts, your majesty" you warned in a shaky voice. "Just do your job," he replied reluctantly.

> Sukuna Ryomen was falling asleep until you asked him if he could lie down on his opposite side so that you could continue the job in his other ear. He did so with a grunt of annoyance, as he was very comfortable on that side.

> Sukuna Ryomen let out a groan as soon as you stuck the spatula in too far. You paralyzed thinking he would kill you instantly. "More careful, can't you do something so simple?" he growled annoyed. You apologized immediately and continued on your task. As soon as your magic fingers touched his ear, his anger faded slowly.

> Sukuna Ryomen yawned as soon as you finished. It was getting late and you had to get back to the kitchen as soon as possible to help with dinner. Instead, he ordered you to stay and said, "Let the servants take care of it. Come here and massage my head."

> Sukuna Ryomen was lying on his gigantic bed with his head in your lap. Your fingers massaged his temples in circles softly. If you paid close attention, you could hear him purring lightly like a contented kitten even though he wasn't physically as cute as one. You started to feel less stressed since he seemed to be enjoying your attention.

> Sukuna Ryomen had fallen asleep, so you decided to sneak out of his room to join the other servants. As soon as you got off the bed, you heard that dreaded voice behind you. "Who said you could leave?" You stopped frozen in your place and turned to face him. "Come and lie with me." Your heart bounced on your chest as you heard that command, but you couldn't say “no” to the king. 

> Sukuna Ryomen pulled you into his strong arms like you were a full size teddy bear. The warmth of his body and yours merged, causing the temperature to rise between you. You had heard how badly he treated his concubines, so you were afraid he would do the same to you. All concern disappeared when he began to slowly caress your body carefully to not scratch you with his claws.

> Sukuna Ryomen didn't snore like you thought he would. He made a lighter, quieter sound, almost like a kitten with a stuffy nose. His arms wrapped around your waist and shoulders. His heavy breathing and comfortable chest encouraged you to fall asleep. "His majesty's orders" you thought so you wouldn't feel guilty about falling asleep while the other servants ran around the castle.

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I’m sure this was already mentioned but, in the war, who’s fighting who? Is it an ideological or territorial battle? The war is mentioned a lot in here but what is it? And of course what’s the outcome?

Sorry for just spamming you with questions lol I’m just curious

no it wasn't! This has been sitting in my inbox cause it's not something I could resume in 1 ask without getting mad at myself for bastardizing stuff with years of context in the world. Also, I started writing it then never finished, which thank god cause it was old info and now i can use this ask in another way. I'd like to clarify things about that period that I don't want people to assume!

I don't remember whatever I said about it on my blog, and since I don't trust myself I'll assume all of it is old content from when I wasn't sure what I wanted. Either way I started altuyur when i was 17 its my problem if it sucked.

1 - The first contact didn't instantly explode into GA.

first contact refers to kyhuines having first contact with their bigger cousins, maanuls, after the successful expedition to traverse the Mashrkhfrah mountain range. A mountain belt that almost surrounded the entirety of kyhuine's habitats.

The other exit of it being a biome kyhuines couldn't traverse with the technology they had at the time, "mierthri" biomes or "deep red". The microorganisms found in the air and water there are lethal to them, and the density of the flora (most of it are actually mushrooms that evolved to act more like plants) and the fauna found there don't help either. It was safer to pass by the mountain range, however it wasn't easy either. 

The subject of the traverse itself is years of content too in the world with context on why and who, so its not something i can talk about in-depth here either. I will say that the mountains are a sacred place for multiple cultures where traversing the Alps wasn't permitted. It was taboo for many, politically many groups and representatives were involved, and so on.

The two species knowing each other lasts decades. Meeting maanuls after the traverse was a shock, obviously. However, they didn't go to war just cause they found a new species, because that's not what the war is about. 

2 - GA isn't about a species war

GA isn't maanuls or kyhuines wanting the other extinct or some odd reasons.

There are many reasons why conflict started, which are mainly about systems sucking rather than them being species racist. Sure, harmful beliefs founded on baseless rumors could happen in some factions such as red troupes and section 4. But they were more based on the place they lived in rather than their species. The belief that “kaar’kchir people love living under this system, they all support it, it's in their nature” was a solid one during the conflict and even a bit after.

In short, a list of what caused it. But the causes in the world remain a debated issue in KEO period.

Civil wars in surrounding colonies of kaar’kchir city

Rise of milletarism in kaar’kchir

Security dilemmas

Growth of “nationalism” (in quotes because countries aren't a thing there)

Territorial disputes

 which are linked to:

resource problems and famines

And so on. New political factions formed in response to specific events or actions from other groups. Them gained importance, the belief that war was inevitable, and misunderstandings in diplomatic communications didn't help. There is many factors, so much so that people who joined military factions weren't even sure what was truly happening, being lured in with promises of becoming a hero for your people.

also

The major factions of it

bronze talons, known as red troupes after reform (it is intentional to be written as “troupe”)

section 4

ktlle

tamsitkah

there are other groups around but the most known and important were these 4.

3 - GA isn't the first conflict ever

Conflicts has always been a thing between colonies on Altuyur. While their history was quite peaceful compared to ours in general, it doesn't mean they never had conflicts between two different colonies. however, they were vastly resolved through talk, and debates that could last days or up to a week. Or through organized matches, ranging from culture-specific board games to even sports. Wrestling an important cultural sport in the north, even originated from this.

If there truly was no way to settle on an agreement between the two colonies. Members who wanted to do it their way, thinking there was no reasonable agreement to be had, would sometimes (although keep in mind rarely) make small groups and would plan to attack the others. Due to resolving to violence instead of finding another way, they'd be shamed by their home colony for their behavior and other neighboring groups could go as far as not wanting to trade for a while with them. Even if combats can be a grey thing in certain situations for them there's generally never an excuse for it. But, that is different among certain cultures that aren't so against violence. High plateau kyhuine groups do not see the shame others do in the act of organizing combats with talon extension to resolve conflicts. 

However while small conflicts were always a thing, that in the vast majority would be resolved quickly or at least with minimal harm, they never had an actual war. At least never something so big and important until the GA period.

Bonus - Forget everything you know about GA characters honestly 

I am ridiculously shy about them online and used to not know what to do with these freaks before. So sadly my blog is a shelter for old characterization. I am well aware for example that Monmartre is my most known character yet its the one no one knows anything about especially considering the complete rewrite of it i did almost a year ago now.

But whatever I'll try to be more open about them someday, since they’re people of altuyur history some can be somewhat important to it.

Bonus 2 -The traverse wasn't the first actual contact!

Tales of "giants with a sword face" for kyhuines, or "tiny people" for maanuls, might stem from them meeting their cousin's thousands of years ago during what's considered as "prehistory" for them. Some rare cave paintings also depict people that look like x species.

They forgot about each others, and they became rumors that turned into mythical beasts.

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yes i disappeared for a while and now i come back saying i wrote garbage on this blog before yeah 

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I was so excited to see the ask game going around. I hope it perks up around here again 💛

Do you any HCs to share for Flip, Kylo, Jacques, and Mills??

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Hello!! Thank you for sending this in! Today feels like the good old days with this dumpster fire hopping and the bs flying! I love it!!

🍕What's your favorite comment you've received on a fic?

Omg @iamburdened absolutely kills me with her comments. I have re read them 100 times and I smile like a lunatic every time. She's so dark and hilarious and I love her!

Here is just one example of her awesomeness on my fic Sinners Welcome!

@vedavan leaves some of the most involved and thoughtful and incredible comments I've ever received and I am so beyond floored at the amount of thought she gives. I am so thankful for her encouragement and support!

This comment on Here There Be Monsters made me swoon

Ahhhh!! Your stories are always such a thrill, a joyride from beginning to end, and this one was no exception. I loved every word, and your gift for action scenes and gorgeous descriptions shone so brightly here. I loved all the side characters too: from the colorful ragtag assortment of pirates and whores, to Legris' trusted crew and of course the legendary Pierre; the elegantly villainous Talvington and the mysterious, bewitching Grey Lady. Even the ship herself, the Belle Dame, was a character in and of herself. And of course as always I appreciate Carroughes disgusting appearance and his inevitable demise. Your obvious love and passion for the subject matter and for the characters (no one writes a better, hotter, more delicious male MC than your Legris 🔥🔥🥵) made this such a joy to read, and I was almost sad when it ended. Action, romance, drama... your stories have it all and I'm completely addicted. Perfection! ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

@reveluving inspires me to write more insanity by her support and beautiful comments on my stories!

This is so hard actually, but I have to shout out to my favorite people here and the most supportive and amazing people I know who always spur me to keep churning out my bs and do more!

You, of course! @queeniebee and all the other friends I have here who instantly come to mind when I think of support and wonderful people! @babbushka @lumberjack00fantasies Silky!! @gabesprincess @mrs-gucci @rynwritesstuff @mythrielofsolitude @reylokisses @queen-of-elves @srorgana1 @kyloremus

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

Kylo knew you were the one when he found he could fight with you and argue without losing his temper. He has a famously hot temper. He's a notoriously violent man. But of course, he could never hurt his girl. That doesn't mean that he wouldn't lose his temper with her, or so he thought. He thought it would be a challenge, that he would feel his blood pressure rise and his teeth grind when you angered him, because naturally you're going to. It can be a little thrilling to push his buttons. But he never has lost his tempter with you, despite your best efforts. He gets hot and bothered in other ways, ways he channels to improve both your moods.

It's true what they say, that Beauty tamed the Beast.

No one can debate that Jacques has a winning personality. He's fun, lively, exudes charm and charisma, and has no hesitation putting on a grand show for his girl. However, like so many highly charismatic people, his charm was hard-earned and developed for survival. A self-made man, he had no name or fortune and had to claw his way up the food chain until he became a man of power. He remembers going dirty and hungry and cold, sleeping on the ground, awaking to a muscles that ached from cold and a growling stomach that couldn't be sated. Charisma was another skill he learned along the way to survive. Just as necessary to gain power and fortune as being able to fight, red in tooth and claw, was the ability to mingle, to befriend, to charm to amuse. He had to make himself useful in all ways to his betters until he outstripped them all.

With you, he finds that he doesn't need to act at all and that it's all natural and second nature. It makes him swell with pride when he puts a smile on your lips. He realized you were the one when he realized that making you happy made him happier, giving you pleasure made his heart soar. He will also ensure his girl, his family, will never know the feeling going hungry or cold, nor of being shunned and kicked aside. His table will always be bountiful and his arms always warm and loving for his woman. When he smiles for you, when he laughs and entertains, its genuine and it makes him love you more.

Flip was raised outdoors and helping on his family's ranch, breaking horses, branding calves, cutting timber, chopping ice, hauling hay. All the things his size and rambunctious temper were good for.

His upbringing made him a die hard western movie fan. Clint Eastwood is his favorite with John Wayne a close runner up and he's watched their entire filmography at least five times over with his dad. He's ensured his girl has seen all of his favorites and plenty of others too. True Grit, The Outlaw Josey Wales, El Dorado, Unforgiven, to name a few.

Westerns are his favorite movie genre. However, he is also quite a bit of an ornery jackass. As such, his favorite genre to watch with you is horror. He loves setting the stage, making sure the house is nice and dim, the temperature a little cool, a fire crackling in the fireplace. The ambience is perfect for a movie night in, and all strategically geared to make you want to get nice and close to him, against his chest and inside his arms. He will tease you mercilessly and goose you during the jumpy parts. Then he will laugh - bray- like the jackass he is. He deals with killers and criminals in real life. Horror movies don't phase him. Some big ungainly bastard with half his vision obscured by a mask, coming at him swinging a chainsaw that's telegraphed a mile away is hardly a challenge. Flip would have fun taking your average slasher out in spectacularly ballsy fashion. Flip loves horror movies and chill. He chills while you get chills.

Mills is tenacious and hard working in all ways. He will go the extra mile and work harder and longer than anyone. Complaints aren't part of his vocabulary and he never shies from any quantity of blood, sweat, and tears it takes to see anything through once he sets his mind to it. He's determined to the point of self destruction and will push himself far past the bounds of comfort and even good sense.

The area in which he's happy to put in the effort and diligence is for his girl. Once he sets his sights on her, nothing will deter him. He will tilt windmills and make every overture, simple and grand, to win her heart. As a lovesick teenager who didn't know a damn thing about girls, this took the shape of embarrassing acts like clumsily strumming a guitar and singing off key below his intended's window at odd hours of the night until angry fathers ran him off. He considered it a badge of honor when one particularly enraged father took a shot at his feet with a .12 gauge.

Thankfully, he has learned a thing or two and now applies his tenacious enthusiasm in better ways. He will cook for you and rub your shoulders until his hands ache. He will bring you flowers and take you out for a picnic that entails a ride in his bush plane out to a mountain lake to spare you the hike. He will carry you to bed when you're tired and hold you all night. He considers it a personal failure when he doesn't make you cum before him, and is dauntless when it comes to making you moan and sigh. He is the ultimate Golden Retriever Boyfriend. He will work every day to make you smile and never let the new wear off.

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Rise of Red: The Prank Theory

(aka it was Ella but it wasn't what you think)

So, it's pretty certain that whatever the Castlecoming prank was, it was done by Ella instead of Uliana and the rest of the old VKs. Thanks to mr-walkingrainbow for explaining why in this post:

TL;DR: The Sorcerer's Cookbook was enchanted so that anyone evil who opened it would be instantly frozen, so even in the original timeline Uliana and co. couldn't have been the ones to make the prank; on top of some direct foreshadowing that Cinderella felt guilty for the prank, Red suggesting Ella would know exactly how to stab her in the back, and that Ella not being at the dance/the book being taken out of Merlin's office was thus the only real change to the past made that led to the prank not happening.

As for the theory itself:

Whatever the prank was, Cinderella still considers it just "a stupid prank" even after knowing what it did to Bridget.

Whatever the prank was, it turned Bridget "into a monster in front of everyone".

We know that Ella despised Castlecoming and royalty:

Ella: "Castlecoming is an outdated, elitist tradition." and "Bridget, will you go to Castlecoming with me? (...) Yeah, I despise everything it stands for."

BUT, we also know that the only exception to Ella's disdain (aside from what attraction she had to Charming) was Bridget:

Ella: "(...) but you know how royalty is. Well, except for you, B."

And we know that the prank had to have involved the recipe from The Sorcerer's Cookbook that transformed whoever ate the cupcakes into hideous monsters:

Uliana: "We’ll bake our own treat. And turn her into a monster!"

The obvious conclusion to be drawn was that Uliana (or, if not them, Ella) would have fed a cursed cupcake to Bridget and transformed her into a terrifying monster in the middle of the dance, making people scared of her - but Ella would have never done that to Bridget, she was the one royal she actually liked.

Everyone else, though...

So, my theory: Ella managed to find and open the Sorcerer's Cookbook because she was "the right hands", a good person. And, at an elitist dance full of spoiled royals, she decided a harmless, "stupid" prank was to curse all the cupcakes Bridget handed out to everyone, turning everyone else in monsters - and then all the blame fell on Bridget.

What if being turned "into a monster" wasn't literal like Uliana planned, but metaphorical? If everyone believed Bridget pranked them all, then they would certainly see her as one, as they would with all the other villains - and it would seem perfectly justified.

But don't the Queen of Heart's lyrics in "Love Ain't It" suggest that the prank was pulled directly on Bridget by Ella?

QoH: "I saw through her. Cinderella and I were classmates. I spent way too much time in this place, so I had to escape. The people here might smile, but they’re two-faced and too fake."

It certainly sounds like it, but then so did all the red herrings pointing towards Uliana and co. being the ones to pull the prank. It's not out of the realm of possibility that her disdain for Cinderella here isn't for pulling the prank on her, but for being the kind of person to do such an awful thing in the first place (and get her caught in the crossfire by using her and her genuine attempts to make friends). Bridget was kind to everyone, but Ella... wasn't. She was the image of a kind-hearted person, but ended up hurting people, including Bridget.

(I'll also throw in the possibility, whether the monster transformation prank was pulled on Bridget herself or on everyone else, that part of Bridget's descent into evil was deciding to use the Looking-Glass that night in hopes of seeing that everything would turn out okay - but in seeing a cemented future of herself as a feared and hated tyrant, she felt there was no point in trying to avoid that future, and dove into it wholeheartedly - pun intended).

[a-random-pillow]

TMNT The Other Haft AU, Lou vs The Hidden City

Last time on TMNT,

Yoshi (2012 Splinter) convinces Saki (2012 Shredder) to not go look for Lou (Rise Splinter) after he gets kicked out of the Hamato clan.

Action Hero Lou Jitsu got dragged down to the battle Nexus by Big Mama to become the new champion.

So I am kind of stealing someone else's AU, so thanks to the wonderful @camthecatchameleon for the Battle Nexus AU.

Draxum owes a debt to Big Mama and gets tossed into the Nexus. Of Course, big Mama puts Draxum and Lou against each other. Draxum has more rights than most participants but not by much.

Draxum is 'if you can beat me in a fight' Sexual. When they meet Draxum only as a few more weeks left in the Nexus before he is free, in those weeks he in Lou fall in love. It takes a while, them debating over humanity, sharing tragic backstories and Draxum giving exposition on the hidden City but yeah they are hella gay.

Draxum refuses to levea Lou behind in the hell known as the Battle Nexus. After he is released he instantly goes to the library to look for legal loopholes to make Lou a citizen. The solution: Marrgie. Now he just needs to get Lou alone for long enough for them to swear the oaths.

So he voluntary re-enters the Nexus. Big Mama is over joyed since 'The Baron' had been one of her biggest money makers and his fights with Lou had always drawn the most attention. So she markets this fight to hell and back.

Lou is concerned when he hears that he will be fighting Draxum again because yes the goat did promise to break him out but Lou didn't think he would follow through in any capacity.

During the figth Draxum tells Lou the plan and Lou agrees because he would do anything to get out of here and Draxum is pretty chill once you get past the whole 'I will murder humanity' bit. (Plus, Lou finds him very attractive).

See this is a magic marriage the it dose kinda Magically Bond them which is visible.

The crowd goes silent before some yells

"NEW POWER COUPLE"

Cheers, applause and demands for a proper wedding. Big Mama is pissed but #BaronJitsu is trending the Hidden Internet so there isn't much she can do.

*Insert Massive Celebrity Wedding*

Years go by and Draxum and Lou relise that they actually are in Love, so that's fun.

"I would like Children" Says Draxum in the middle of a movie.

Lou is supirsed but on bored so bip bap bop

TURTLES

The 'series' would take place in the hidden city and their main goal is taking down Big Mama. The dads didn't want the kids to be involved but they couldn't stop them.

Big Mama is killed in the climactic battle for the nexus by Lou who takes over the Battle Nexus. It's now a massive tournament and much safer. It still illegal but more moral. People win money, they can opt into death matches and they can choose their opponent.

Notes:

Draxum and Lou are good dads, they are all very close with there boys and will protect them.

Big Mama is dead, got killed by Lou in the final show down.

Meat Sweats, Repo Mantis, Hypno and the rest exist but are just Big Mama's yokai goons.

During the Series the turtles befriend the extremely angry foot recruit and have a few encounters with the foot clan.

The Turtles are aware that they have human family top side and Apriel did look into the Hamatos for them but when she read that they all died, well the boys were better off dreaming.

The boys don't have the best control over their mystic abilities, but they all unlocked them.

[thegothingtons]

Back in Windenburg ...

In addition to work and boys, the two try to keep their love affair going.

After the boys sleep, they use the time for togetherness, even though Katharina is completely exhausted.

Alden: "Hello pretty."

Katharina: "Hello stranger."

Alden's sight makes butterflies rise in her stomach. Forgotten is their tiredness. She sees the longing for her in his eyes. As soon as she is with him, his hands embrace her hip and pull her to his body.

Instantly, she stiffens. Katharina has always found it difficult to get involved in physical closeness and to allow Alden's gestures.

Alden: "I love you."

Katharina smiled, her pulse began to race. "In Love you to."

Love was never her problem. Katharina knew that Alden loved her and she loved him. But as soon as it got physical, Katharina wanted to run away screaming. With all her strength she forced herself to rest and kept quiet. The hug would be over in a moment. He gently pressed his lips to hers and they both merged in an intimate kiss.

"Waaaaaa ... Mommy... waaaaaa ..."

Loud screaming ended the kiss faster than Alden would have liked. Only reluctantly did he break away from his wife.

Katharina, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief. "Sorry." Before Alden could answer, she ran out of the bedroom to Edward.

Katharina: "Sweetheart, Mommy is here. What is going on?“

Edward sobbed and pointed to his bed. "There monster."

Katharina lovingly took her son in her arms. "Sweetheart, come on, let's have a look together."

With the boy in her arms, she searched the bed and the rest of the room. There was no monster there. "Do you see everything okay. Shall I read you another story?"

Edward nodded.

She put the boy back in his bed and sat down with a book.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom next door...

Morgan: "Benjamin, we need to talk."

He sat next to her on the bed and nodded. Benjamin had sensed for some time that Morgan was not happy. "Yes, we have to."

She smiled, but her look grew sad. "Honey, you know I love you and your children and grandchildren are great. But ..."

Benjamin: "You're worried about your siblings."

Morgan nodded. "Yes, Valentin called. Everything is sinking into chaos and since Siobhan died, it seems as if we have all lost our anchor."

Benjamin: "You have to go to them."

Morgan: "Only for a while."

They were interrupted by Benjamin's cell phone.

A message from Clementine. Minutes passed in silence and Benjamin's face darkened.

Morgan: "What happened?"

Benjamin cleared his throat. He couldn't put into words what he was feeling. So he dodged his wife's question. "Chaos, my dear. Chaos. We should go to sleep. I have to think about things."

The next morning ...

Benjamin had gotten up early. There was still peace in the house. He used it to talk to his daughter.

Clementine: "Good morning, Dad."

Benjamin: "Morning, Clementine. Your message was not a joke." In the background, he could clearly hear a baby crying.

Clementine: "No, no kidding. You've become a grandfather again."

Clementine, his youngest daughter, did not have a relationship that he knew about, nor was she married and now a mother. A single mother.

It was a scandal.

Her sister couldn't hold any of her husbands for more than five minutes, but at least she managed to get married.

DeeDee called into the phone from the background: "Grandpa, Liora is really cute."

He closed his eyes. Of course, babies were cute. "Who is the father?"

Clementine: "You should come over. Then we'll talk."

That didn't sound good. Not good at all.

Benjamin: "All right. I'm coming."

As soon as he hung up, Morgan came in the kitchen.

Morgan: "Oh dear. No good news?"

He shook his head violently. His thoughts go on a merry-go-round. "No." He looked deep into her eyes and knew he could trust her. "Clementine has become a mother."

Morgan froze. "Who is the father?“

Benjamin shrugged his shoulders. "She didn't want to say that on the phone. I'm going to visit her."

Morgan: "Of course. Shall I accompany you?"

Her question warmed his heart. She was very worried herself and still wanted to be there for him. "Yes."

[darkcat8]

@gelu-the-babosa-multiversal

I have a headcanon that Kay is somehow from egyxos. The bracelet of Ra wasn't the only powerful artifact from egyxos what another actifact thought to be lost. The ancient spear that was made by ra just as powerful as bracelet of Ra. Was given to Egyptian warriors who chose to fight in the war after centuries, the spear disappeared. Legend says only the last descendant of the egyptians warriors could only wheel the spear as well as be its Guardian.

I think how Kay would discover the spear is a distant sick uncle of hers show her there ancient history then shows her the spear( I picture like a family member who the family thing there crazy but actually being right who close to the hero cliche) instantly Kay felt a connection to the spear and so as she touched it she was see memories that were her own. Her uncle explains that she was the last egyptian warrior and explained the history of the spear and his time is coming to an end. It is her time now. Right that Kay and her uncle encountered a tan color jackal with black eyes. A battle started as Kay transformed into her battle and somehow what to do like she's done before. The jackal laughed says, " If the legends are true, you must be the last egyptian warrior. First, the last Pharaoh returns, and now you, the last warrior of egyptian, rise. Somehow, Kay drops the spear right where the jackal can get it. The thing is, when Jackal picks up the spear. The spear it's self starts to burn in the jackal hands. The jackal drops the spear as Kay reaches for the spear. Somehow, the spear at lightning speed went to Kay hand. (Basically, Kay and the Spear are like thor and his hammer. Just add a psychic connection) After Kay won the battle, she demanded to know who the jackal was and where he came from. The jackal laughed again, grabbing the bottom of the spear, which somehow the spear showed Kay everything she needed and wanted to know. Kay saw egyxos, the battle, and this last Pharaoh the jackal had mentioned earlier. After that day, Kay started to go to egyxos the spearwas to take her there. Clearly, she would try to stay out of sight. But one day, the spear leading to the dark pyramid. Were a battle between the G.A. and D.A. was taking place. She didn't know why, but she joined where she ran in the last Pharaoh, and she didn't know why, but Kay thought there was something familiar about the last Pharaoh but she couldn't place it. Ever since that day along the G.A. she was on D.A. radar. So after that encounter, Kay started going after the Dark army. So, to make none of her family or friends get involved, she uses her full name, kayra

[headstrongblake]

[ FABRIC ] for receiver to realize sender is bleeding after getting through a fight. / trin & nick hvh since she cant feel it she didnt notice?? c:< / @thewholecrew

nick had thought it was dangerous to include trinity in anything beyond surveillance and intelligence gathering in the beginning. not because she was a tiny girl or closely connected with blake's little sister. no, if anything, nick had been having a hard time with the mutant of it all. in service, he's never had an issue with them. they don't affect him, so what does it matter if some people can move things with their minds or disappear in and out of thin air like trinity? unless he was given a mission to complete that involved the inhuman or mutant race, who cared. but now he's tasked with finding one and practically working alongside one. which is unpredictable enough in his eyes, but the fact that trinity can't feel anything...it's more liability.

that and concern are what race through his mind the second crystal hues fall to trinity as she appears from behind nate and bellamy. instantly, his forehead creased through his panting, all of them barely escaping with their lives on another dead end search for information. "trinity hey, you feel anythin'?" nick asked, hoilstering his gun before he was pushing through the guys to trinity. though he knew she couldn't physically feel the extent of her bleeding injuries, he wondered if she could feel queasy or whoozy from blood loss. ignoring nate's complaint that clearly bellamy's contact led them straight into some sort of set up, nick tugged his gloves off with his teeth, eyes wandering trinity to find the source of her bleeding.

"okay, sit down," he offered, his hand on her arm to direct her to a bench. when she glared at him, he shook his head, glaring back at her. "trinity, i'm not askin', sit down before you fall down," his hand reached forward, tugging the bench closer before he nudged her toward it. "would both of you quit it?" nick snapped over his shoulder at the two men, "get me a fuckin' med kit and quit your bitching. tonight didn't work, great, move on and we'll find another route." he turned back to trinity, the back of his hand rising to touch along her forehead, then her cheek to check the temperature of her body as he narrowed in on the long slash in her jacket. "take off your jacket, carefully," he warned, "you're bleeding pretty good, i need to look at it so i can stop it, you hear me?" just because she can't feel the pain, didn't mean she had to go adding to the damage.

[hanayori89]

The Nature of Twili

*Ordon Village*

Link carried Y/N upstairs, stationing her in his bed. Once he got her tucked in, he took the time to observe her true appearance. Link couldn't understand what the adamancy about becoming Hylian was about. Aside from the usual blanched flesh the Twili were infamous for, Y/N looked the same. Twili were known to be quite taller than Hylians. Even Y/N's height was quite normal by their standards.

In the dark of Link's bedroom, the abrasive glow of her markings cast a mock aurora amongst his walls. Midna had mentioned the markings being tribal in nature. There were so many questions he had. Link looked down at your tuckered frame. He wondered how intense the spell that Midna cast upon you was. He remembered the immense toll it took when he transformed into a wolf. The feeling of hair prickling through his follicles. The abnormal shape of his body that contorted downward on all fours. Link shuddered at the memory of the incredible pain. Goddesses knew what it was doing to not only you but Midna as well. Why had she permitted such folly? Midna was always proud of being a Twili. For her to allow one of her own to convert, there had to be a lesson involved in this.

I still don't even know how she made it to this realm. The Mirror of Twilight was destroyed before my own eyes.

Link knew one thing for certain; tomorrow there would have to be a discussion about what the hell just happened. Along with what other secrets Y/N had in store. Oh, and she wants to see Zelda. Link silently pondered how he would tell Ilia. He knew she'd be here tomorrow to go dress shopping. A gorgeous woman sleeping in his bed would not bode well. Still. He couldn't leave Y/N alone. Not when she knows so little of the Realm of Light. Although she did pretty well on her own today.

Link stifled a yawn. He remembered the towels and pillow downstairs. I Guess I can sleep on the couch. Link had work at the ranch tomorrow. He decided after work he would take Y/N to Castle Town once more, this time to encounter Princess Zelda. He'd have to take Ilia dress shopping afterward. Maybe if he explained that it had to do with something in the Twilight Realm, she'd be a little more relaxed.

No, she won't. Link sighed to himself. The sigh elongated into another yawn. Link turned to walk out of the room but stopped short. He glanced over his shoulder one more time at you. The rhythm of your chest slowly moving up and down in complete peace reeled him back in. Link felt a calmness settle upon him at the sight of you.

A Twili in front of my own eyes. Y/N was confirmation that the journey he undertook was real. That it wasn't all a figment of his imagination. His eyes wandered to her hand, which was above the blanket. He slowly returned to the bedside. His fingers hovered riskily above Y/N's hand. Then he snatched them away, appalled at himself.

Goddesses, I need to keep my hands to myself. What is wrong with me? Link recalled how Y/N had said she wanted to try going on a date. A still frame of the ice cream vendor from Castle Town popped into his mind. Then he thought of how Fado and Rusl reacted to her appearance. She could easily have any guy wrapped around her pinky.

I'm getting married. What she does with her time in the light doesn't concern me. Link knew he was lying to himself. A tug of envy was pulling on his heartstrings. He didn't want to admit it, but deep down, he wanted to be the only one who could show you the light.

*

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T GO SHOPPING TODAY?" The sound of screaming punctured the tranquility of the morning silence. You startled awake, trying to take in your surroundings. You were in a bedroom. Light flickered into your room from the rising sun, causing you to instantly shield your eyes. That's when you noticed your hands were the robust s/c that Midna had assigned your Hylian form. You had transformed again. The last thing you remembered was Link holding your hand. Link. The Hero of Twilight. You shot up straight and discarded the blanket on top of you. Another scream made its way into the bedroom.

"Link! You promised me! No more missions! You can't possibly be involved with all that Twilight stuff again! I thought it would be over once you destroyed Ganondorf!"

You deliberated if it was really a smart idea to go downstairs. You pulled your knees up into your chest and sat, listening for the next wave of yells.

"What's more important than your WEDDING?" Wedding? Link was going to be wed? You wondered if Midna knew. Would she react? You also wondered why you were reacting. Your chest felt tight at the idea of the hero with the gentle eyes of the sky getting married. Well, that's what Hylians do. That's what you were here to learn about. You sat perfectly still, waiting for the tightness to subside. It didn't.

A loud slam made the walls of Link's house rumble. You could only assume it was the irate female, leaving the premises. Footsteps thudded into the doorway. You were greeted by Link's troubled face. "Good morning, Y/N." He looked at his feet, clearly ashamed.

"Good morning...Link." You weren't sure what to say. If you asked if he was okay, it would be what they called meddling. Midna mentioned on a few occasions that there was a certain tact you had to have when speaking to Hylians. Link cleared his throat. "I- did you hear all of that? I am terribly sorry if it woke you up. That was Ilia. My fiancée."

"Fiancée?" Is that what they call someone who is married? Link's hands were gripping the wood of his doorway so tight, you thought he might splinter the wood. He still continued to avert his gaze. "No. I will be married. I am not married right now." His tone was undoubtedly defensive.

"Yes. I know. You are to be wed. Is engaged the same thing?"

Link nodded; his head pointed towards the floor. "Engaged is what happens before marriage. Fiancée is the title used for someone who is engaged." He turned away without a single glance. "Come downstairs, Y/N. I made breakfast."

You grabbed a blanket and threw it around yourself. You weren't dressed indecently; your clothes were wrinkled from the events of yesterday, however. You wondered if Link could show you how to wash clothing. You knew odor was a prominent thing in Hylian culture.

As you padded into the kitchen, a tantalizing scent made its way into your nose. "What's that?" You felt an odd rush of saliva collect in your mouth. Link gave you a bashful smile. "Breakfast. Have a seat."

"Can I help you?" You weren't used to feeling so helpless. You also knew this was the man who vanquished Zant. In reality, you should be cooking him breakfast. Link shook his head. "You're my guest. I help you. That is proper etiquette. " Link set a plate in front of you. It had thick pieces of bread that were covered with apples in a gooey substance you'd never seen before. "Actually, if you want to help, try it and tell me you like it." He gave you a playful grin from across the table, watching your every move. "What is this substance?"

"Syrup. Try it." You cut a piece of the apple with your fork and swirled it in what Link called "syrup." You were grateful you read about things like utensils; otherwise, the hero would think you were a complete barbarian. He wouldn't be wrong. Link's eyes seemed zoned in on your mouth; he watched you with unbridled curiosity. You took a bite.

"This is... I've never tasted anything like this." Your tastebuds were in awe. You took another bite for yourself. "What is this spice?"

"Cinnamon." Link got up and grabbed a small wooden jar from his countertop. He twisted the cap off, cradling it beside you. You took a whiff of it. "Wow. I've never smelled something so wonderful." You inhaled again, only this time you began to cough.

Link laughed, "Be careful! Wonderful things are always best in small doses." Link picked up your fork and knife and cut the bread and apples for you. "Try a bite with the bread this time."

You happily obliged. If all your time was spent in the Realm of Light eating delicious specialties such as this, then your time was well spent. Link sat back down and began cutting his bread and apples like he had cut yours. "What do Twili eat?"

You took another bite of the delicious feast Link had prepared. As you chewed, you couldn't help but think out loud, "Isn't it obvious? We eat souls." Your response made Link choke on his current bite of food.

You started to laugh. Soon you were joined in by Link's laughter. "Link, it's a joke. Was that not appropriate?"

He shook his head, "No, you really caught me off guard. I thought I might have to watch myself for a minute."

"We eat... carcasses? I guess, simply put, in this realm it would be called meat?"

Link nodded in response. "So basically, I have to make sure to keep the goats away from you on the ranch today."

Your eyes lit up at the word "ranch." "So, I will be with you today?" You instantly traveled back to thoughts of his angry fiancée. Guilt began to seep through the joy you felt at getting to spend the day with him. "Link, if you must be with your fiancée, then I will be ok. I will go to Castle Town. I must find lodging."

Link stood, clearing his plate. You couldn't believe the vigor with which he ate his food. "Nonsense. I can't leave you alone until you're confident you are "Hylian" enough." He gave you a rueful expression. "Don't worry about Ilia. She is my problem. If you want to meet Zelda, I will accompany you. I will take you with me to the ranch, also. It will be good for you to learn the mundane things we do as Hylians. " Link turned on some water, letting it rinse the porcelain he just ate off. He shot his head up, looking at you pensively. "Lodging? You might not find it in Castle Town. If you do, by chance, find it, it will be quite expensive. You can stay here. I realize now you are pretty much out of commission at midnight anyway."

You picked up every other word of what he said. You felt yourself squirm in your seat over last night's events. "You saw my form?" Link blinked at you, realizing he touched upon an uncomfortable subject. He set the clean plate down and walked over to you.

He got down on one knee and took your hand in his. "Y/N, you know I saw Midna's true form before she shattered the Mirror of Twilight. There's nothing wrong with being a Twili. I'm going to prove that to you." You stared at his large, callused hand that held yours. You found it strange that the Triforce was not as visible as it had been last night. As he pulled his hand away, you found yourself reluctant to let it go.

You thought about Midna's homework assignment. The Triforce was hidden by the light of the sun. Yet it was visible under the light of the moon.

There seemed to be a lot of things hidden in the Realm of Light.

One of those things was the chemistry beginning to sizzle between you and the hero.

A/N: Edited 10/30/22

Realms are beginning to collide as you learn about life in the Realm of Light. Link has agreed to accompany you to meet Princess Zelda. It seems your journey of conversion is underway! Will an impending wedding stand in the way?

Check out my other completed Zelda work- No Woman Beyond

[kingofangst]

Jujutsu Kaisen AU miniseries Alternate Shibuya Arc - The "Nobody" Kenjaku Forgot that foils his plans

PREVIEW

"Kyomu-senpai", the robotic calling of his surname earns a sigh out of him. With disdain, he takes out the Mechamaru communicator device that he blatantly ignored for the past 30 minutes, "I have news that Gojo-sensei has been sealed."

"Is that so? He's been sealed? Are you completely sure about this or are you lying to create a diversion like the traitor you are, snake?" Kyomu huffs, his eyes narrowing down at the wooden face puppet designed device. The fact that this student betrayed the Jujutsu Sorcerers, especially to Miwa, is palpable and disappointing.

A melancholic sigh follows afterwards. "Take my statement however you truly want it to be. But I was able to deduce that Mei Mei isn't couldn't be the mole because that would have had her doing the objectives from the inside. Itadori Yuuji couldn't be the mole because he only knew about our world for a few months, and you couldn't the mole because you are the only third-year in Tokyo Jujutsu Tech to not have been suspended and kept close within the school."

"You suspected me of being the mole? How hypocritical and disastrous your mind is. No wonder you died and now became trapped in this device." Kyomu scoffs, crushing the skull of the old woman Ogami, who was a curse user that created the curtain until his arrival, after executing her and the other two. Although the taller and lanky curse user should be dead since he stabbed his ribs, damaged his kneecap, bashed his head on the roof before throwing him off to prevail him ingesting the tiny capsule. Mechamaru was about to reply but was instantly cut off by the third-year.

"Mechamaru, has Tsukumo-san arrived yet?" He asked the robotic cursed device. A robotic hum follows afterwards.

"Hai. She just arrived in Tokyo 5 minutes ago."

"What about Kyoto Jujutsu Tech?" There was a hesitant pause that followed. Kyomu had made sure to contact his mentor to come to Tokyo immediately due to how she was always around the world and not following the rules of the Jujutsu Higher-ups. Thank God she was in Korea and not halfway around the world before the incident began.

"They are about to arrive in 10 minutes to Shibuya station." Mechamaru responds, but there's a shaky and anxious tone in his voice. "Kyomu-senpai, I do not know what you are planning but to involve my school into this mission that is in the territory of Tokyo, especially Miwa-"

"Unlike you who put the entire Jujutsu Society at risk of danger and security," Kyomu callously cuts off, staring down at the device, "I will make sure none of your classmates are harmed, including your girlfriend." The senpai's words made Mechamaru silent, probably reeling over the fact that Miwa is being called his significant other. "Besides, all of my classmates and teachers in my school are about to fight an unimaginable battle. So I need to make sure I can protect them until Yuki arrives. I also need to make sure Itadori-kun doesn't get overtaken by Sukuna, since one of the Special Grade curses has 10 fingers."

Kyomu overlooks the view of Shibuya, his eyes glinting with mischief and intellect. "I have it all planned out and will be turning the tides over in this battle." He watches many of Shibuya's residents and civilians evacuate the district in large numbers.

Good, the casualties will be much lower and this will give that patchwork face curse a huge disadvantage in transfiguring humans.

"What are you doing now?" Mechamaru's monotone voice inquires, as Kyomu steps over the ledge of the Shibuya Sky high-rise.

"Let the games begin," He smiles in sadistic glee, knowing the curses and curse users will lose numbers within the next half an hour. "May the odds be in their favor." He bows, before intentionally falling as he unleashes a mirror to transcend his fall and warp into the main part of Shibuya...

So, what do you guys think? A Shibuya Incident AU where Kenjaku's and the curses' plans foil even with Gojo sealed?