#I would feel so powerful unleashing it all on you guys hehe

[kuroosdarling]

Battle of the Bands

𓆩♡𓆪 Semi x reader

𓆩♡𓆪 wc: 3.5k

𓆩♡𓆪 cw: MDNI ! - language, rough sex/hate sex, degradation, semi eita is a fuckin tease, & a lil mean hehe, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex

synopsis: its the 4th annual battle of the bands and you long time rival is coming after the title.

the road to hell is paved with good sex… or something like that….

a/n: happy birthday semi semi <3 i’ve been working on this fic for far too long lmao time to release it into the wild. i hope y’all enjoy !! n tell semi happy birthday !!!

Nothing beat the rush you felt when you first got on stage. Your nerves turned into fire, melting everything around you. Any and all feelings of doubt would get caught up in the flames, clearing the way for you to light up the stage. All you needed was your trusty guitar and your fellow bandmates to get started. Each time you went on stage, the lights would beat down on you only to heighten the passion you had for what you did. Looking out to the sea of people never felt scary, in fact, it exhilarated you. They were here to see your band play. To win. And the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint them. it fueled the adrenaline that was already coursing through your veins. Buzzing, you were more than ready to give them the show of a lifetime.

But of course, there was balance in the world. With a great rush, comes an even greater buzzkill. Always lingering around corners, ready to strike whenever you had let your guard down. It hadn’t always been like this, but it easily manifested into this push and pull of power between the two of you. 

Semi Eita.

The actual bane to your existence. 

Tonight was your fourth time at Battle of the Bands. The last two times you guys had won first, eliciting the most applause from the crowd. It was exhilarating and you were determined to get it every year, no matter the cost.

Battle of the Bands was notorious for being a bloodbath between bands, but you never anticipated it to get so brutal. At first, it scared you shitless. So many people backstage yelling over one another, sabotaging each other’s wardrobes or even instruments. Just a constant rivalry between bands that started drama after drama. 

Your bandmates usually didn’t participate in it, save for your drummer, Saeko. Normally, she didn’t start the feuds but she had no problem in finishing them. Your lead vocalist, Yachi, was always too concerned with calming her nerves before she tore it up on stage and Kiyoko, your bassist, never ran into any trouble. Probably because her boyfriend would go unleash hell on everyone if they tried it. 

But this year, the energy felt different. Everyone was fired up, ready to snag the win this year. Even your bandmates seemed more fired up this time around. Probably because the winner also would win a hefty prize this year. Usually it was just bragging rights and good publicity, but this year was more intense.  A record deal was at stake.

His band was up next so he was tuning one of his new guitars. The bastard insisted on getting a red one right after you had posted yours on instagram. He knew he pissed you off and it only encouraged him. He’d never been one for the petty arguments and dramatic sabotages, but when he first met you, he just couldn’t help himself.

The way you were so nervous at first, taking it all in, watching your back. No one else dared messed with you, so he had the opportunity to have you all to himself. Instantly, you found him annoying. He was always making passive aggressive comments towards you, sneering at you as you walked by, even going so far as posting a video of you tripping on twitter that regrettably went viral.

Now, you never let him get away with that kind of stuff. It still happened, but you’ve managed to get him back a few times. Snapping back at him anytime he decided to make silly comments towards you, sticking your tongue out at him anytime he decided to sneer at you, and getting him to apologize on twitter for embarrassing you. (Your fans mostly handled that one for you but it was still a sight to see his half-assed apology he wrote on his notes app uploaded onto twitter). The real kicker was when you slept with his drummer. That shut him up for a solid couple weeks.

His band took the stage, the crowd already cheering at their mere appearance. Objectively, they were a good looking group. Each of them had their own edgy style, confidence practically pouring off of them the moment they would get on the stage. It wasn’t surprising that most of the girls had pushed their way up to the front for their performance, screaming at the guys to notice them whilst tearing each other down. 

Semi took it all in. Nothing beats the feeling of this. Being desired, being acknowledged, being appreciated. He was addicted to it. Plus, he got to play music with some of his favorite people in the world. His bandmates were like his brothers, and he wouldn’t be where he was today without them. 

Everytime he took the stage, it was like a flip was switched. He went from being just a regular guy who worked as a civil servant to Semi Eita, the rockstar. His ultimate persona, the one that woo’d the stage and made people remember his name. His truest self, the one he wanted to be since he was a kid. He could just let loose and be himself; something he didn’t have the luxury of doing in his normal 9-5.

Looking to the side past the drawn back curtains, he can see a scowl take up your face. Another added bonus to getting up on stage. As he was one of the first acts of the night, he was able to command the crowd’s attention better. Most of them are still sober and fully invested in the music. The winner of last year’s battle had to go last, so you’d be hanging out on the side for a while.

The lights lowered down so they weren’t casted fully on his face. He was thankful that his vocalist asked them to turn it down because he’d get sweaty enough as is. With a nod to his bandmates, they were ready to play their song.

One beat, two beats, three beats, four.  The stage exploded with sound, diving right into it. Semi’s hands flew over his guitar, strumming it like he was born to do it. Flashing a smile to the crowd as they all immediately go wild over the music they were playing.

Goosebumps threatened to litter your arms, so you clapped your hands over it trying to push them back down. You might’ve hated the guy, but hell, he was talented.

The moment he struck his guitar had you hooked. It was no secret that he was the band’s main talent. His guitar skills rivaled yours, which only made you hate him more. 

“You’re tapping your foot.” Saeko pointed out, smirking at you. 

“No I’m not, shut the fuck up.” You snap back, stilling your foot while heat rises to your face. Each band was able to play 4 songs. Your band did it so each instrument had a song they could flourish in, showing off their true skills. It’s how you’ve been able to win the past 2 years. But it looks like Semi’s band caught on, as they were all playing the best you’ve ever seen them play.

The worst part is how good he looked on stage. He had an aura about him tonight and it was drawing everyone in. Once he opened his mouth to sing, it was over. His deep voice overpowering the room, all the attention was on him. He looked like he was in his element, like this was exactly where he was meant to be.

By the end of their set, he was dripping in his own sweat. He waltzed off the stage, coming face to face with you. The smile he had on his face was almost infectious, but you held it together. The rush of coming off of a set beat any other high in the world. His face was still flushed, a droplet of sweat glided down his face and all you wanted to do was lick it off. The pre-performance nerves and his newfound confidence had your mind reeling.

Luckily, he was feeling the exact same way. His eyes were wild as they latched onto yours, a silent agreement made the moment they met. Semi somehow always seemed to find you after his sets. Usually, he’d taunt you to no end but today felt different. His hands still felt on fire from how intensely he was playing his guitar. He played his best performance to date and he couldn’t help but want to be around you. To brag, yes, but also he wanted to see your reaction — maybe get your approval.

His eyes flickered down to the revealing outfit you had decided to wear for your set today. A short dress with ripped thigh high tights. How cliche. The mood switched and he was instantly pissed off, tensing his jaw as his eyes flit back up to yours. You looked too good to be dressed like that for the crowd, it only made him more frustrated.

A small nod from you and the two of you didn’t need to say anything else as you guys made your way further backstage to one of the closets that was tucked away. You both slipped inside, Semi quickly closing the door behind you.

Semi wasted no time, roughly pushing you against the wall, caging you in between his long arms. He didn’t want to hear something snarky come out of your mouth so he placed his lips over yours, swallowing the taunting words that were itching to fire past your wicked mouth.

The after-performance glow was radiating off him, pouring over you while your pre-show nerves were still setting in. Your teeth clashed against his, knocking together in something that was too messy to keep up with. Neither of you could contain yourselves, Semi was already unbuttoning his jeans while you're pushing your panties to the side, slipping a finger in to prep yourself. It was almost too easy to lose yourself in him. 

“You just crave attention don't you, the way you wear the skimpiest outfits on stage. You think the only way for you to win would be with a little fan service, huh?” He tsked, smirking and pushing aside your hands to take off your panties in a fluid motion. “Shame you don’t have more faith in your actual music.”

“Like your vocalist doesn’t. How many times do I have to see Suna shirtless for you guys to finally win? Maybe you’ll get it next year.” You fired back, clawing at his shirt so you could rip it off of him. Semi had taken his shirt off at a few shows so you knew how delicious his abs looked. You ran your fingers down them, relishing in the way he sucked in a breath. Your finger lightly traced over the tattoos he had scattered around his body.

“Looks like it’s working on you, isn’t it? Besides, I think we have a decent shot at winning tonight. I mean, even you’re so impressed that you want me to fuck you.” He grabbed you by the back of your head and pulled you in for a searing kiss. It pained you how true it was. He was on fire up there today and there was a good chance he could win. But your band had yet to play and you weren’t done. Your lips moved against his ferociously, saying everything you didn’t actually have the words for. How much you hate him, how much he frustrates you, how good he feels pressed up against you. Each second your lips were against his was a second too long but you hardly cared.

“I still hate you, you know.” You rasped into his mouth, trying to get a word in as he continued to attack your swollen lips. Fed up with you interrupting his make out session, he kisses down your throat to the junction between your neck and shoulder blade, sinking his teeth in before swirling his tongue around to soothe the sting. You let out a low hiss, holding his head in place as he sucked against it.

“Glad the feelings mutual.” He said gruffly into your skin. He needed to be inside of you, he was done with your antics for the night. The room spins as Semi turns you quickly, roughly pinning you against the wall. Your face collided with the cold concrete. It was grounding you on some level, the fog started to clear from your head. Until he pressed himself into your backside, rocking his hips against you, craving some sort of friction. 

“Go on then. Stop wasting my time, I have to perform soon.” You wiggled your ass on his hard cock, trying to get him to pick up the pace. It was almost cute how much you wanted him, but Semi knew he needed you to say it. To admit to wanting him, the one you drove insane, the one you had teased long enough, your dear rival.

A low laugh filled the tiny space as you felt him tap his cock against you, taunting you and making a show over his power. Slipping his hard length between your thighs, he started to move his hips. You couldn’t hold the small whine from leaving your throat. The side of your closed fist meets the wall, frustration bubbling inside of you. “Seriously?”

“It's cute you think you’re in control here. Ask nicely and maybe I’ll consider fucking your slutty little cunt.” He slid his cock up further between your legs, brushing his tip against your clit before he continued his ministrations. The action had you clenching around nothing, desperately trying to seek for more friction from him. Your slick covered his cock, making it glide so much easier between the apex of your thighs. 

“Semi please.” You moaned out, biting your fist to try and quiet yourself. He ripped your hand out of your mouth and pinned it against your back, securing it in place. The small stretch in your shoulder was welcome as Semi manhandled you, adjusting you so you were right where he wanted. He leaned closer, his voice fanning the side of your face.

“Couldn't catch that, what did you say?” He sneered, running his other hand up your side to latch onto your breasts, teasing each nipple. His cock continued to slide between your thighs, winding you up more and more.

“Semi please fuck me, need to feel you, please!” You cried out, not caring about how loud you were being. The next band was probably on stage anyway, drowning out any noises the two of you were making. 

“That's funny, I don't think that’s my name.”

“Eita.” You whined softly. It was more than enough for him as he shoved his cock in your wet cunt. Filling you up deliciously, he eased himself in quickly, reluctantly feeling just as impatient as you. The stretch had you seeing stars. He didn’t bother waiting too long for you to adjust before he was slamming into you with all his might, fueled by his post-show adrenaline. With your one hand pinned against your back and the other being used to hold yourself up against the wall, all you could do was bite your lip to try and hold back your moans. 

There wasn’t much of a point to it though, even though the music was playing off in the distance, anyone walking by the closet would know exactly what was going on. Between the squelching from your cunt and you and Semi’s shared moans, it wasn’t hard to figure out what was going on. Semi was entranced with the way your tight cunt sucked him in. His eyes couldn’t look away, It almost scared him how good this felt. He needed to remedy that, so he’d do it in the only way he knew how to with you. 

“So tight around me. Don’t you feel pathetic? Thought you hated me and yet you’re letting me use you like some slut.” He teased in your ears. Tears burned in your eyes from his truthful words as well as how fucking good he felt. You didn’t care how pathetic it seemed, it was worth it in the end. 

“Shut up Eita.” You fired back, meeting your hips to match his thrusts. His hips stuttered against yours before he picked the pace back up, invigorated. His other hand reached around you, playing with your neglected nub. “C-could say the same thing about you.”

There wasn’t any point in covering your moans so you let it out. 

“You make the sluttiest sounds. Everyone will know exactly what we’re doing.” he laughed, letting go of your arm to smack your ass, enjoying the view of how much it bounced with each thrust he gave you. semi knew he wasn’t going to last much longer but he needed you to finish first. “I can feel you clenching around me so tightly. Maybe someone wants to get caught. Wouldn’t that be something? Imagine the headlines. You’d really go viral then, huh?”

“Bet you want us to get caught so you can get some clout for once.” You moaned, malice lacing your voice.

“Shut up.” He demanded, wrapping a hand around your throat. He didn’t squeeze, but he held it there, a looming, empty threat. “Just take my cock like a good little slut, yeah?”

Words escaped you as he thrusted into you harder, each thrust fueled by the hate he held for you. Or at least, that’s what he told himself. His mind reeled as your tight walls wrapped around his cock, trying to pull him even deeper.

“You gonna cum f’ me?” He asked. “Go ahead, cum all over my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

You keen, the coil inside of you threatening to snap. With semi’s sinful words and his talented fingers working away at your nub, you let it all go. Practically crying his name out, you cum all over his cock. He didn’t bother stopping, fucking you through your orgasm leading you right to overstimulation.

“Good girl.” He groaned, relishing in the feeling of your fluttering walls. How could something so evil feel so good? You were the perfect little sin and he knew that you were going to be the death of him. It would be a hell of a way to go. “Gonna cum in you, princess. Gonna make you my little cumdump.” Both of his hands were secured on your hips, fucking into you like his life depended on it. His hips thrusted up into you, the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting your sweetest spot.

“No, don’t you fucking dare.” You moaned out.

“Why not? You let me last time.” he smirked. He liked to remind you that no matter what you said or how you acted, you’d always come crawling back to him. The little situation between the two of you had been going on for quite some time. Besides, he knew you liked it when he came inside of you, filling you with all of his seed. The way you clenched around his cock only solidified that.

“Because this time I have to go on stage.” You clutched onto the wall, meeting his thrusts yet again, almost encouraging him to cum inside of you. The thought of you performing at battle of the bands with him cum fucked deep inside of you made him groan, hips stuttering as he was getting painfully close. 

“Please.” he whispered out, even though he knew you wanted him too, he needed to hear you say it.

“Eita please cum in me.” You cried out, dangerously past the line of overstimulation and well on your way to another orgasm. He groaned as he watched your hand reach between your legs, getting yourself off to how Semi used your cunt to his pleasure. 

“F-fuck.” He groaned out your name, pushing all the way into you as he came hard, gripping onto your hips so tightly you knew they’d leave a lasting reminder of this. You release as he’s still slowly thrusting into you, milking him for all he’s worth. You look backed at him while riding out your orgasm and see his head tossed back, totally fucked out. His jaw was slack as he gazed down at you with half-lidded eyes. Absolutely wiped from performing earlier and pumping all his cum into you.

You couldn’t choke back the whine that escaped you as he pulled out. His fingers quickly found your entrance, pushing all of his cum back into you. Your knees buckled from the overstimulation, but he easily caught you, slipping his fingers back out.

“Easy there. Might want to steady yourself because I think you’re up next.” He teased as you turned around to face him. He reached up to your eyes, smudging out some of the makeup that had started to run down your face. Even though he hated you, he didn’t want you to go up on stage looking totally fucked out. Besides, he planned on meeting up with you after the set anyway.

“You’re such an ass.” You huffed, pulling your panties up to keep the cum from dripping down your leg. You adjust the thigh highs that were barely hanging on — somewhat pooled around your ankles. He laughed at you struggling, enjoying the fact that you were about to get on stage with his cum buried deep inside of you. “Shut up. I hate you.”

“Sure you do.” He nodded, throwing his shirt back on. and ruffling up his hair.

“That was the last time.” you muttered, getting ready to leave the closet as you heard the band finishing up their set. You were up next and all your nerves came rushing back.

“Whatever you say princess.” 

[pokechampash]

Kagami's and Aomine's Explosive Rivalry

“Yay we did it guys! Good job!” Teppei cheered as he gave his team a nice long group hug, the Seirin high school basketball team had been challenged by a rival school and easily won with a score of 25-10, but while everyone was celebrating it seemed one of the team’s aces Taiga Kagami wasn't feeling to well.

“Ugh, I shouldn't have eaten all those damn burgers before this match!” Kagami thought to himself as he held his growling stomach letting out a juicy fart, he quickly made his way off the the nearest toilets he could find, what he didn't know was that a certain someone had been watching him and figured out his messy situation.

“God this is the last time I eat that much before a match” Kagami groaned as he entered the bathroom, but to his horror all three of the stalls we're locked and occupied.

“Hey, are any of you nearly done? Having an emergency here!” Kagami said, bouncing up and down.

“Nope sorry dude you'll just have to wait your turn hehe” said a mocking voice from the middle stall, Kagami instantly recognized the voice as Aomine Daiki, one of the members of the generation of miracles and Kagami’s number one rival. Aiming had seen Kagami earlier and decided to pull a prank on him thinking he was just being dramatic when complaining about how badly he needed to shit.

“Aomine dude this is not the time for one of your stupid pranks! I really gotta hit the can! Open up!” Kagami moaned as he let out a booming wet fart, the fart was so powerful it left skid marks on his boxers!

“Ooh that sounded wet bro, I wanna see how long you can hold it for hehe” Aomine teased Kagami from inside the stall.

Kagami started banging on the stall in hopes of breaking the door down but with no luck. Kagami slowly started to shit himself as he let out a shart that left a stain on his basketball shorts, Kagami moaned as he felt a mix of agony and relief as shit slowly slid down your leg, Aomine heard everything and was utterly shocked.

“C'mon man I'm shitting myself out here!” Kagami complained as he held his lightly shit coated ass.

“Holy shit you're actually shit yourself bro? I just thought you were being dramatic” Aomine said as he opened the stall door and stared at Kagami and the mess he was making in disbelief.

“Just get out of the way bro!” Kagami growled with a pissed expression on his face as he shoved Aomine out of his way and burst into the stall, pushed his black boxer and basketball shorts to his ankles, and unleashed a loud and smelly wave of shit with a huge moan of relief.

“Jeez, guess you really had to go huh?” Aomine teased Kagami from outside the stall, even though his prank was already successful he felt the need to pick on Kagami, they are rivals after all.

“Damn right I did, the floor would have turned brown if you didn't open the door asswipe” Kagami said through grunts and plops, when he finally finished his monster dump he was annoyed to find the toilet paper roll empty.

“Yo, do me a favor and get me some TP will ya?” Kagami shouted to Aomine.

“Alright, might have to get you two rolls because that shit sounded hella sloppy hehe” Aomine teased as he grabbed some toilet paper from another stall and gave it to Kagami, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Kagami’s shit covered boxers and basketball shorts.

“Damn no way you can go back out there with those, your lucky I always have a spare pair of boxers and shorts for shitty situations like these” Aomine commented, Kagami simply responded with a small fart.

After Kagami finished wiping his ass clean Aomine gave him the spare change of clothes he mentioned and the two rivals ended up deciding to head out for the day since both of their matches were over for the day, and since that day every time they crossed paths Aomine likes to tease Kagami about his little incident.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Ayato Maniac [05]

ー The scene starts at Kino’s manor

Clergyman A: Well then, let me not beat around the bush. Sakamaki Ayato is not cut out to be a King.

We believe that a war over the sovereignty of the Demon World could break out literally any day now.

If that were to happen, it will have severe consequences for the human world as well. Hence why we want to avoid said situation at all costs. 

Therefore, we simply have no other choice but to take action ourselves and get rid of all Demons before a war happens. 

Ruki: Hypothetically speaking. 

If a fitting ruler is put into place to reign over the Demon World...Would the Church be willing to reconsider? 

Clergyman A: Well...I cannot rule out said possibility. 

I suppose that if this is someone who can follow in Karlheinz’s footsteps and keep a nice balance at the Demon World.

As well as  guarantee that an all-out war shall be avoided without fail, then I suppose there is room for negotiation. 

Reiji: ...I see. I suppose we must take action swiftly then. 

Ruki: Our top priority is to avoid it coming to a full-on war...

We need a true King who can take that man’s place right now. We simply cannot leave it to Ayato.

Reiji: I agree.

Kino: So you’re going to kick him off the throne? Well, I do think that’s the obvious choice.

Reiji: Father should have known that this would happen as well. So why did he give his powers to Ayato...?

Ruki: That is exactly what trips me up as well. 

There might be some kind of important significance behind his decision. 

We may find ourselves in a pinch right now, but to go against that man’s decision and install a different King...

Is that something which can be forgiven, I wonder? 

Reiji: If he did have a reason for choosing Ayato as his successor...

Then it is most likely related to the Apple of Eden project, I’d assume...?

...

Ruki: ...? Is something the matter? 

Reiji: No, it’s nothing. 

Kino: Anyway, if you want to try and save this disastrous situation, then you better hurry. 

Clergyman A: ...Exactly. Well then, I suppose I will take my leave soon. Kino, I am leaving the rest up to you. 

Kino: Yeah, yeah. I know.

ー The Clergyman leaves

Kino: So, I guess the two of you get the gist of the situation now? So, what will you do? 

...Well, I guess that’s a redundant question, seeing as there’s really only one choice one can make. 

Reiji: ...

Ruki: ...

ー The scene shifts to Eden

Yui: ( I can tell Ayato-kun has calmed down a lot since then... )

( While I’m still worried about the others in the human world, I do feel somewhat relieved. )

*Pssh* 

Yui: ( Mm~ ...This tea smells lovely... )

Selection

→ I’ll make some for Ayato-kun too... (❦)

Yui: ( Tea...I wonder if Ayato-kun will have some too...? )

( I guess while I’m at it, I’ll pour him a cup as well...ーー )

→ I should quickly return to our room

Yui: ( Well then, I’ll quickly go back to our room. )

( He may have been able to keep his cool as of late, but I’m a little worried about leaving Ayato-kun by himself...ーー )

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Yui: Huh? Ayato-kun. Are you sure you should be up? 

Ayato: Shh...Quiet.

Yui: ...?

( There’s voices coming from up ahead... )

Azusa: Ruki...What did he say in the letter...?

Kou: Yeah...Well...

*Flip*

Yuma: The Church!? The fuck’s Ruki doin’ with those guys...!? 

Kou: Shh! Yuma-kun, you’re talking way too loud!

He didn’t go into much detail, but I’m pretty sure that...

Ruki-kun wants to take those powers away from Ayato-kun and put a different King on the throne instead...

Ayato: ...!

Yui: ( No way...! )

Yuma: Oi oi...Where is this comin’ from out of the blue?

Kou: I don’t know but...He claims that there’s no time to waste...

Azusa: But...The one who chose Ayato-san is...

Yuma: I honestly can’t believe that Ruki would go ‘gainst that guy’s decision...

Ayato: ...

...Hehe. Very interestin’.

Kou: ...!

Azusa: Ayato...san...

Yui: ( Oh no...At this rate, he’ll unleash his powers again... )

Ayato: Take away my powers, he said? I’d like to see him try...

I’ll be here waiting for him. Hehe...Haha!

Yui: ( I figured he would lose his temper again like usual but... )

( Still...I have a bad feeling about this... )

Monologue

Take away Ayato-kun’s powers from him,

and install a different King (別な王). 

I wonder if Ruki-kun,

truly has such a plan in mind? 

But why exactly...?

However, what caught my attention even more,

was the way in which,

Ayato-kun reacted to all of it. 

‘I’d like to see him try’,

when I watched him smile confidently,

while speaking those words,

for some reason, my heart grew incredibly restless (ざわめいた).

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[smilingangel582]

Just like old times?

Alright, alright, something about this anime made me want to write this. Hi guys, it's been a while... your angel is so happy that there's a few likes and subs... I decided to write more, and male u all proud. Hehe!

Akatsuki no yona is a good anime, so watch it first before reading this. Warning spoilers alert.

This scene was done before chaos prevailed. There's lee soo won as a main and ler hak and little bit of lee hak and lee yona. The a pinch of ler soo won hehe read as see

"Alrihihihight youhuhuhu wihihin!"

With a smirk, Hak pulled back from the princess and pulled her to her feet. He watched her face blush, similar to her flaming hair, and then murmured, "Never underestimate the power of the lightening beast."

Yona felt memories from her childhood arose, and then she realised how much time had passed and she's already thirteen. He still beats her in tickle fights.

"S-Still I know your ticklish too!"

Hak's calm expression stiffens but he recovers instantly by a threatening smirk "Oh? Wanna challenge me again? Ticklish princess?"

She squeaked, now backing away. "I'm not the only one! Soo won, and you couldn't handle it as kids!"

"Can't handle what?"

They turned, guessing how his time was so impeccable. Hak watched the young boy approach them, looking innocently oblivious.

Yona pointed out, "Hak's cheating in tickle fights! I wanna get him, too!"

Surprised by how she got her act together as if she hadn't been tickled to pieces. Soo won smiled a little mischievously "I see... then allow me to offer my acquaintance to take down this beast..."

"Hold one!" Hak got defensive but as he faced the pretty boy, Yona made her move by grabbing his waist.

He yelped at the sudden contact and tried to keep his struggles neutral before he could hurt either of them by accident.

"If general Hak can't handle this? What will people say about the lightening beasts' weakness?" Soo won giggled as he followed Yona's actions by pinning both exists and digging into his sides.

Hak couldn't help but cackle this time "Dohohont! Ahaha ihihihi wihihill kill yohohou!" He eyed deadly at soo won but then collapsed to a fit of laughter now trying arch away from to gremlins. Yona laughed along finally relieved to get him back.

"Just like the old times, eh?" Soo won smiled half genuine half teasingly.

"Ohohohkahahay! Gahahame ohohon thehen! Gehehet back prihihincess yonahahaha!" He gently shoved her towards the tree before tackling Soo won now cornering him carefully. The younger looked up now, seeing the beast unleashing some menacing aura. Slightly nervous, he gave a rather soft giggle. "I... well, no hard feelings, dear general -"

"Hey soo won..." his voice got deeper as he cut in, and Yona watched from behind, wanting to see how things would turn out.

Hak continued in his husky voice now pulling one wrist above his head "Do you know who is the world's fiercest monster?"

Conscious about the situation, Soo won thrashed a little, but he was too delicate in contrast to the strong big brother figure pinning him. He's feeling the tension.

"You can get a visit from the.... so what's it called?" His calm voice teased as he dragged a finger up the other's side, and hearing the involuntary squeak realising his fate. Hak grinned now understanding how the hint got through, he wiggled his fingers higher before launching, "The tickle monster, perhaps?"

He was a goner.

"Ahaha Hahahak nohohot mehehe!"

"Yes, you! You got the most girliest and prettiest laugh! I can't help it, my cute little brother of mine!"

Soo won lost it as his ribs were assaulted, Hak had especially been skilled, knowing all his weak spots, and this was getting out of hand that he lost his composure.

Yona felt her smile lift at the sight of the boys now. Soo won was beautiful as he laughed airily and lightly as if he had no care in the world.

"Ohoho wait, wait... I remember soo won got a lot of tickle spots... probably more than Yona!"

"Hey!" She looked down now seeing Soo won's hand gripping Hak's free wrist. He had his long lashes fluttered and shut, struggling and trying to escape."Nohoho... hahaha Hahahahk! Stahahap ihihit!" Plehehehehase n-nohoho!"

"Stop...?" Hak taunted more by pinching the sensitive hips, getting him to squeal, "Oh please, we all know you deserve a laugh when you are as cute as Yona!"

"Hak! Stop embarrassing me!" With that she folded her arms across her chest avoiding his eyes. But then Soo won's laughter seemed to make her forget it. She loved him more than ever.

Hak mercilessly prodded at his waist beneath the robe, drawing more giggles and threats. "DOHOHOHO NOHOHOT! OHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE HAHAHAVE MERCY!"

"Found the weak spot at last, I gotten rusty haven't I yona?"

"Hak..." she sighed, though he did nothing to stop him.

She noticed how the blush on his face began to spread. He was struggling less from fatigue, she knew it was his limit.

"Alright, that's enough, Hak..." yona said, now pulling at his sleeve. But being too engrossed Hak was way too excited to wreck. Soo won. Until when Soo won, he retaliated by pushing himself over him. Surprising them both.

"Yohohohou hahahad your fuhuhun! Nohow its my tuuhurn!"

With that, Hak's laughter renewed, and it didn't even last long when they both were trying to fight back and grapple. Yona smiled fondly, not wanting to let this moment shorten.

Both boys' laughter filled the Palace, and it will always be a place of happiness.

[jayflrt]

hey hey! i’m doing good too <3

i had to take a moment before sending another ask because i literally lock my phone mid reading last chapter SO GOOD i can’t believe yuna would do that wow my jaw? on the floor, i kinda feel bad for all of them, she had no business being like that especially to mc like girl you could keep up with your princess life because of her !!!

and i had to unleash my inner detective pikachu on this because all of it looks so premeditated, i’m even more suspicious of sunoo now(thks for the reminder about his dad) the way anon gave jay the dirt on yuna just in case and how he was the one to let mc know about yuna’s intentions instead of her herself being the drama queen she is???? also for me it solidified that anon knows KNOWS jay, here i’m gonna defend my baby cause jake did him so dirty(understandable), although i think he is low key getting a bit lost in the glitz and shimmer of yale i genuinely think he is a really nice guy who is getting too involved in their life, especially sunghoon, heeseung and mc’s(of course), i don’t really think his expose was the worst one of all of them, he could easily sweet talk the members but that was not the case for gigi or y/n, i think he genuinely wanted to help them because he understands them a lil better now and that info would simply do just that, anon definitely sees right through him and knows his nature, give him the dirt, push the right bottoms and he would do it without question, oh and who that might be? sunoo. i rest my case 🕵🏻‍♀️

anyway, i love me some good mistery i can’t wait to see whats next ♥️ i hope you’re having a good day/night darling 🫶🏻

-🪩 anon(it suited me better hehe)

i've added you as 🪩 anon !! <3 NICE CHOICE i adore the disco ball

AHH i'm so glad you liked chapter 28 !! :') it was a BOLD move on her part considering the people she's talking shit about definitely have a lot more power than her 😭 honestly if yeonjun had a completely different characterization i think i would feel the worst for him lowkey because why do your followers know about my std now 🚶‍♀️ and seriously ,, mc has helped her for three years too long 🧎‍♀️

DETECTIVE PIKACHU LMSODFH and i think people have been guessing sunoo too!! it's definitely suspicious that he was just spilling about yuna 👁️ and jay is definitely lost in the glitz and glam of their life rn :') not in the traditional way one would expect i guess but he's very much caught up in their problems instead of focusing on what he's been sent there to do 🤧 (no complaints about that tho ! go jay/n!!!!) but very intriguing theory 🪩 anon i look forward to what you think as the plot develops 🥰

and i've been doing great tysm !! 🫶🫶 i hope you're doing well & taking care of yourself <3

[realperson022]

Shadow the Hedgehog is a crooner.

I can just see it all coming together:

Rouge owns a small club that is more or less a bar with music entertainment - every day or two, a band/singer performs on stage.

Guess who stumbles upon this interesting place, a lone and mysterious stranger known as Shadow the Hedgehog. He comes to Rouge asking about the job she’s been advertising in the newspaper. Apparently, her last singer quitted on her because she was joining some group of misfits that were determined to cross the country to spread their music. 

Though since she was in desperate need of a replacement that day, she would have hired him on the spot, but she still tests him. At first nervous, the hedgehog awkwardly sings the only song he knew - the one his only sister has ever sung to him on late, starry nights. After some clearing up and calming breaths, Shadow begins his second chance with the silent determination that getting this job will help him and his sister.

Guess what? Rouge and the other two bar workers that were only there since the club hadn’t opened yet, witnessed a spectacular and jaw-dropping performance by the stranger, immediately gaining his first three fans on the spot. 

More subtle about her shock, Rouge naturally compliments him - something along the lines of “I wish a man sung to me like that every night” - and you know, Shadow just brushes it off and asks her about getting the job or not. She does but approaches him to ask him a personal question. He dodges it, answering with a cryptic response and leaving the bat more intrigued about him than not. Quite the opposite of what the hedgehog wanted but what can you do when Rouge the Bat is always hunting down the truth about everyone, regardless of what troubles she gets herself once in a while.

Therefore, you shouldn’t be surprised by the little side job she offers to a certain three member band, who are self=proclaimed detectives, the best ones, according to them, when they aren’t performing at the bat’s club. Simply put, they are crime-fighting investigators by day, and expert - again, so they say - artists by night.

Anyway, these three guys are tasked with finding out everything they could on Shadow, the newest addition to Rouge’s group of rare talents. And though they are already busy with other duties, the band members are in dire need of money because it seems that the oldest forgot to pay the rent for their shabby little office-slash-studio last month, even if they are already THREE months behind on it on top of that.

Meanwhile, a war is happening outside the country: the United Federation against Robotropolis. The attack began almost one year ago due to tensions rising between the two leaders, Abraham Tower and Ivo Robotnik, and their respective views when it came to expanding their land and borders. 

However, things escalate between the two nations when suddenly Abraham orders GUN to drop two bombs on the capital of the Robotropolis, destroying more than half of the city and injuring many. 

When the news about how many causalities resulted from the shocking attack released, there was an uproar among the public about how this was getting out of hand since neither nation had gone to the extent of using large-scale weapons. Unfortunately, Ivo didn’t back down, instead, increasing his own resources and even though his troops were ordered to keep U.F. soldiers as prisoners, he altered it. All those captured by his men would be executed as the consequence of their leader resorting to very violent matters to settle this war.

Because of this, Abraham ordered for more men, between the ages 18 and 45 and earning a low income to be drafted across the country to join the military lines and be sent to Robotropolis for battle.

This is where Sonic and some of his friends come in. Half of them (still undecided) are in college while the other half are in the work field, choosing to do it after graduating high school. Sonic is working an agricultural job (he loves nature so yeah) that pays enough to feed him and his younger brother, Tails - a kid genius that attends a local high school.

When he finds out about the war’s newest tactics, he becomes greatly upset with how their so-called honorable leaders were handling the situation, reminded of how he had lost his grandfather and father to a similar event several years ago. So, he becomes one of the first participants that create a movement opposing the war, especially sending the males over to fight something that clearly should be handled by the leaders themselves. 

And you know what happens when these things come up? Rallies and protests. Several of them break across the United Federation. Abraham frowns upon that and orders police officials across the country to put a stop to them. Not being enough, he adds the understanding that if men that fall in the age and income range to join the military are seen at these rallies, then they will be detained and drafted, under the official law.

One day, Sonic, Knuckles, and Mighty were involved in one these protests that had started out pacifist but quickly turned violent when the police force arrived, chaos ensuing in a matter of seconds. The trio had learned about the drafting case from Amy, so when one of the officers almost got a hold of Mighty, they tried to run away.

Their escape plan led them to hiding inside one of the nearest establishments - Voila! Club Rouge to the rescue :) The three guys tried to blend in with the crowd inside.

Sonic decided to sit at the bar, where Rouge was attending to the customers there, and when her eyes landed on the young-looking hedgehog, she became suspicious of him. To her, his demeanor showed how tense he was, but she didn’t say anything on it just asking the usual question of what he would like to drink. As the current singer - a elegant lavender feline - stepped of the stage, the bat’s favorite as well as the crowd’s took the spot on center stage. That would be the moment in which Rouge saw the blue hedgehog freezing at hearing the beginning of Shadow’s voice. So enthralled by the striped hedgehog, Sonic would eventually relax in his seat, awed by how beautiful the male sang.

One of her workers would approach Rouge, whispering to her about the rounds of police cars that were nearing the club because of some violent protest that broke out a couple of streets afar. At this, the bat became alert, her eyes scanning the club for the males she had as employees that would surely get interrogated by the officers. Worst of all, drafted. So, she told the one that informed her of the situation to help her spread the word to all those men; her eyes settled back on the blue hedgehog at the bar, who still remained awestruck by Shadow. Knowing that the kid was no older than 25, she approached him and subtly told him about what was going to happen in a few minutes. That’s what had him tensing up again and Rouge leading to helping the youngster.

However, in the midst of rushing Sonic to the back of her club, where she a set of stairs behind a door led up to her apartment, planning to hide them all there, a thought had hit her. Rouge remembered that Shadow, who remained a mystery at this point, was enough of age to be drafted. Hurriedly, she went towards the stage to stop him in the middle of his performance, signaling Blaze to take over and apologizing to the guests for the interruption.

Eventually, the group of men would be shoved into her apartment, told to not touch anything and wait until she would come up to let them out. In that time, Sonic would join his two friends again, sharing small conversation until his eyes would catch sight of familiar black quills.

Yes, Sonic and Shadow meet for the first time, and yes, the blue hedgehog kind of flirts with Shadow because in his eyes, the guy is like a celebrity now. Unfortunately (and like with most interactions between them), Shadow ignores his attempts and rudely asks him to leave him alone; Sonic, on the other hand, learns that the singer might have a beautiful voice but a nasty attitude. 

BUUUT this is where the fun begins!!! Their one-time interaction become a common thing when Sonic goes to work one day, receiving news about the boss letting police officials do a search for men - the damn dude was bribed because that’s how life works here. Anyway, Sonic quits and ends up going back to the club, kind of sad that Shadow wasn’t playing that day but mostly happy because guess who gave him a job - Rouge did! Well, kind of. He was given an audition and failed it = no job. But after explaining his situation to her, she instead said he could be the one to wash the restrooms every day. And though the pay wasn’t the greatest, Sonic took it for the sake of his brother, who he had to feed.

Slowly, Sonic and Shadow begin to interact more often than not to the black hedgehog’s displeasure, and they soon learn that both of them have reasons for staying here and not wanting to fight in the war. None of them were because they were scared to face the enemy. 

Okay, so this is as much as I have, maybe the ending but I don’t want to spoil anything anymore if I plan to write this one day. I’ve never written a historical AU, so this would require me to look up some things for accuracy; aside from that, I think it would be fun to explore this new premise soon! I would probably call this, Call Me Irresponsible from Frank Sinatra’s identical-titled song: 

[heliosthegriffin]

Domain Expansion; Nobody’s fool anymore.

In the Emerald Forest various students were fighting for their life, as a sudden surge of Anthro-Grimm have invaded Beacon forcing a unexpected conflict between the Hunters of Light and the Beasts of Darkness.

One student in particular who has been separated from his team struggles the hardest for his life, Jaune Arc.

A shield comes up and blocks a clawed fist, but pushes the boy back wielding it.

Again and again fist after fist slams into his shield, and forces him further and further back till he till his back is slammed against a emerald tree painfully.

Jaune grunts in pain and fatigue as he blocks another blow, the strength behind the blow sending tremors up his arms as he blocked two handedly.

‘Just got to hold on, just got to hold on till someone can save me, no way I can beat this guy on my own.’ Jaune thinks to himself as he can feel his reserves being chipped away further and further.

A roar of annoyance catches his ears, as the twelve foot tall Ursa Master charges again, it Bear like bone mask hardly showing any emotion though, merely raising it’s fists together before dropping them on Jaune.

He barely manages to block it’s hands, as he is sent to his knees in the process. A leg as long as Jaune was tall then struck out into his guts with a powerful clawed foot, Jaune gasping and spitting as he feels the shockwave spread throughout his body before he is flung through the emerald tree flying through five feet of dense wood without his momentum stopping as he flies nearly a mile across the forest destroying any thing in his past till he lands in a heap, in paralyzing pain.

“Aaagh, is this it?” He asks himself, raising his hand in front of himself, shakily, hardly able to keep it from falling down. “Did all my training really mean nothing?”

He is given no chance to answer as a black shadow forms across the .sky that gets bigger and bigger till it falls right on top of him. The Ursa Master dropkicking him into the ground, Jaune gasps in other pain as the worlds starts to go dark as the Ursa Master punchs him again and again with body-shattering hits after body-shattering hits.

His mind drifts away to the day before as his aura drops away to nothing, and the Ursa Master breaks his body into pulp.

*Day Before*

Jaune stares at his mentor nervously, the white-haired headmaster smiling happily. “C’mon Jaune, you need to move first.” Jaune nods and charges forward to tackle Ozpin with his shield, but the white-haired man sidesteps, so Jaune tries to stab at him only for it to be dodged with nonchalant ease, he pulls back and tries to slash at the man’s neck, but it is batted away with Ozpin’s cane.

Jaune jumps back and holds up his shield, and Ozpin unleash a series of devastating jabs with his cane. Jaune holds still enduring the blows and trying to wait out the onslaught. Ozpins smirks and changes the direction of the cane to hit Jaune’s knees.

Jaune twitches as the blow shakes him, his legs starting to give out on him, and then finds himself on the floor as Ozpin knocks him to the ground cane to Jaune’s throat.

Ozpin takes a sip of his coco. “Hmm, still terrible.”

Jaune’s face falls.

“You’re not meant to stay behind a shield, Jaune. This sit and wait will not work out for you.”

Jaune frowns. “I’m not a fighter, I’m a aura-buffer, a team player, Oz. I’m just trying to be as helpful as possible to everyone else.” Ozpin leans down and stares into Jaune’s eyes with his arcane green eyes. “And that is not what I let you into my school for Jaune, despite your severe undertraining.”

“But, my semblance and my aura are meant to lift up other, Oz. I’m meant to be a hero.”

Ozpin lifts the cane up and shakes his head. “Silly boy, who told you that?”

“Everybody.”

“Well, then they’re stupid.” Ozpin says sticking out his tongue. “And, I’m the headmaster so my opinion matters more.”

Jaune grabs his mouth as he starts to laugh, then sits up.

“So what am I then?”

“A huntsman like anyone else here, and remember Jaune, all Huntsmen must hunt alone eventually. There will be a day when you must fight for your, or someone else, life, and you will have to drop your shield and go hog-fucking wild.”

Jaune stares at Ozpin in shock.

“You’re potential is among the highest I’ve ever seen, up there with Ruby or Pyrrha, now lets get you up to par.” Ozpin says raising his cane again.

*Back to Present.*

The Ursa-Master stabs it’s clawed fist through Jaune’s abdomen straight into the ground beneath sending cracks in the earth everywhere, spraying blood through the air, blood flowing freely out of Jaune’s eyes and mouths.

Jaune gags as he comes back to consciousness hacking up a mouth full of blood.

He stares at his hands in the sunlight, he drops his shield. “I-I’mmm not a fucccking fffailure!” He puts his hand on the broken ground and pulls himself forward and headbutts the Ursa-Master so hard the mask shatters and sends it realing back, revealing a human looking face with bear features, shock across it’s face.

Jaune growls and flips off the grounds to face the Ursa, sword in hand, and guts hanging out from his gaping stomach wound. He smiles. “It’s time to go full fucking hog!” He plants his sword point down into the ground and closes his eyes, the Ursa-Master takes a unsteady step back. 

A explosion of aura comes off of the Jaune. “I won’t wait around more, I’m sorry Oz, I should have taken you’re lesson closer to heart, hehe, I won’t be anyone’s fool anymore. No one will need to save me now,” Jaune opens his eyes looking at the Ursa-Master with utter serenity, having turned a crystalline blue as light leaked out behind them. “Cause you taught me that-”

Jaune doesn't get to finish as bone spike goes through is head, the Ursa-Master having fired a spike from it’s hand.

Jaune’s head falls back, but snaps back, the spike pushed out, the gaping hole healing in microseconds. “What my semblance actually is.” He holds his hands in prayed above his sword. “Domain Expansion: New Testament - Heaven’s Light.”

Light, soft white light spread across Jaune, the Ursa Master, and then all of the Emerald Forest, cutting it off of real space to form a pseudo-dimension. 

The white light touched each Huntsman in the forest, refill their aura reserves and amplifying they’re power by an order of magnitude, everyone who was touched felt the message in their head. “This is Jaune speaking, fuck ‘em up for me.”

Cries of battle sounded off beginning a one-sided massacre. 

Four Hunters in particular responded back.

“You got it, Fearless Leader! Break their existences!” Nora said with lightning flying from her eyes, going down her hands and through her hammer, as she was about to fight a Lamia-Master.

Ren gave a proud smile. “I believe in you, Jaune. So, come back safe.” His body fading in and out of light, about to fight a Yeti-Master

Pyrrha stood atop a mountain of dead Grimm, staring down a Dragonis-Master, a myriad of weapons rotating around her. “Hmm,, so that’s what laid dormant in you,” She smiles fondly. “I could get used to it, so make sure to come back Jaune.”

Ruby’s eyes glowed with power, a cloak of petals behind her. “There it is, I knew there was something in you.” She faced a Ancient Beowulf-Master. “We’re going to have so much fun when you get back.”

Jaune’s wounds begin to knit back together with ease, he held his sword up with both hands. “Sorry about the light show, but I don’t know what I just did exactly, so I’m just going to hope it’s enough to beat, and if it’s not, well not like I’m afraid of dying anymore.”

With a step Jaune appeared in front of the Ursa-Master and swung his sword down connecting instantly, the Ursa-Master having only a fleeting moment to show horror before it was erased by a curtain of light that came down for miles behind it, scaring the land deeply by it’s holy power dispersing any Grimm that it touched.

Jaune looked at his work, and then down to his sword. “Woah, I’m a little scary, aren’t I?” The light then evaporated in a shower of rainbows, releasing the pseudo-space. “I’m a little sleepy, now.” He said before falling asleep.

His friends would later find him in crater statured with holy energy and evaporating Grimm corpses, a miles long scar in the earth in front of him.

[keity-devil]

Movie Morro & Lloyd Fic and Art!

I will let you guys find out alone why I made a b-day one in this 16.09. day. Is more fun. (For me. Hehe.)

Maybe in this week I will put a casual one. And maybe with Jay and Morro cousins, right.. @breathlessmorro? =]

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B-day Fire

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Morro had been planning this day for several months already. It was his cousin, Lloyd's birthday. He didn't think the day would come when he alone would plan something for the little gremlin. It is true that in the past he could not bear this little green annoyance, which was his cousin. But as the years go by.. things can change. Some in bad and some in good.

Lloyd was going to be distracted by his dear friends, and by the time he got out of high school, he was going to prepare a little surprise for him that he had planned for some time.

He knew that Lloyd's colleagues were only going to offend him, to make fun of him, so he planned to make the afternoon more enjoyable. Koko already knew about it, she knew what Morro was planning for her son, and she agreed. She offered to help him, but Morro politely refused, wanting to do it himself. Koko was really happy that Morro was slowly accepting Lloyd, knowing how much the blonde had wanted this, for years.

Lloyd tried in many ways- and you can't say he read anywhere how he managed to get close to his cousin's heart. But let's just say... a few pranks can do a lot in this family.

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Morro had prepared a present for his cousin at his home. He just had to buy something and everything would be perfect.

The brunette was on his way to his apartment. The wind blew slowly, calmly beside His smiling Master. As he passed under a crown tree, a few leaves fell on his black hair like a void. Morro chuckled. He saw this moment as a child, and he loved it. He slowly lowered them, stepping forward.

"A few more details and everything will be ready! I can't wait to see his... fa..ce..."

.

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Fire...

Ash..

Burnt.

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His apartment was on fire. The whole building was on fire. The fire was red, hot orange, with small, medium, large golden sparks that blew through the air like crazy. Thick black smoke rose into the air, covering the sky with its sickly mist.

From a distance he could feel the heat, he could smell the smoke, and he could hear the crack of things inside, dropping and burning, with wood, the flowers planted inside and other things. How it all burned in front of his eyes and the rest of the people around him.

A muffled meow came out of nowhere.

"No! Lilith!!" Morro fled to the entrance of the burning building, but one of the civilians stopped him. "Let me go!! My cat is there!! Lilith!" He screamed desperately. His heart was beating like a marathon. His legs were starting to shake and so was the rest of his body.

"Does the life of an animal matter more than yours?!" The civilian said in a strained tone, as if he is trying to tame the boy.

"Yes!! Lilith!!" But he still doesn't break free. He try again and again, but nothing.

The closer he tried to get, the more it could feel a burning sensation in his eyes, stings in his nose. The spectacle of the flames was truly hallucinatory and it was difficult for him to break up with him because it reminded him of someone, but now the horror in his soul had high priority.

His powers devoured him from inside. The wind was not strong enough to calm the fire, but to intensify. The wind stopped him from advancing and releasing, his body stiffening instantly, his breathing short of breath, his eyes tearing..

A drop of water wetted the tip of his nose.  He looked up, seeing independent cold water falling on the unleashed fire of nothingness.

"Oh FSM, thank you Nya..." He whispered, knowing she was responsible for this miracle. The wind in him had calmed down a little... but not at all.

This was a sign that the Ninja had appeared.

Morro could not feel his feet or heart. It hurt too much. It was too much of a shock. The place where he lived for so long... Was on fire, everything was destroyed... And now, the speechless little soul- may die.

He tried to get this out of his mind, but it was hard. And other thoughts had come to him one after another... and his condition slowly worsened.

The uncontrollable wind had felt something coming out of the menacing fire of the once-quiet building. He looked forward in pain. In the middle of the fire, steps..

"..Kai..?"

His voice cracked as he spoke his name. He could see in the redhead's hands.. holding a scared clump of fur in his hands, a little burned at the peaks. He had received Lilith from someone dear to him.

"Lilith!" The white fur cat with black spots, now gray from the smoke, came trembling terribly in his master's arms. His dear cat came into his hands. Safe, alive. "Muchísimas gracias, mi pequeña cereza..." He said in Spanish. He was too agitated and at the same time relieved that his cat was safe, that he didn't care what language he was speaking at the moment.

Kai smiled under his mask, understanding what he had been told. "El placer es mío, mi corazón.~"

Morro wanted to say something about this, that this is not the time for it at all.

"Morro! Are you okay?!" The Green Ninja had appeared, accidentally pushing Kai aside.

"I'm fine, Green Ninja." He said in a calm, slightly broken voice, winking at him.

"O-oh." Lloyd realized there were other civilians around. "Ahem. Good. We.. we're leaving now. The fire has been extinguished. Be careful."

They were gone.

Morro looked at the block. Burnt. In the ashes. In ravages. The black smoke of the fire was still rising in the darkening sky. The brunette sighed. Immediately after the Ninjago's rescuers left, he had received two messages from two different people. One more agitated than another. He didn't answer them, just sighed hard, frustrated... Crying there for a short time... Taking his kitten close to his chest..

The wind creates a kind of sphere of protection around him. He didn't want to be touched by anyone now. He just wanted to cry for a while, quietly, to release himself.

After calming down, walking slowly and hard on the road slightly lit by the warm light of the lamps placed on the gray sidewalk, a phone call he received.

"Heyyy, Mrs. G..." She was Lloyd's mother, Koko Garmadon. "Yes.. I'm fine- -- All right. No burns, stay calm. -- Of course.. I'm coming now."

He hang up. He looked at the cat wrapped in a black jacket he was wearing before. "Looks like we're going to pay a visit to Mrs. Koko, Lilith." He said, smiling hard, then falling from his face.

When he arrived... he didn't even get inside because-

"Morro!! All right?? Are you ok!? No burns or anything worse!?" Koko had begun. She was worried. Morro was relieved that Wu didn't know about it, not yet. If he knew, he was already here, with his gaze as a worried old man.

"I'm fine, Mrs. G." He smiled a little forced. "Is Lloyd here?"

"He's in his room.. He's waiting for you. He knew you were coming."

"Yeah.. Can you take care of Lilith, please? I'd like to talk to Lloyd. I have a little present for his birthday. What... is left of him, hehe.." He still smiled.

Koko sighed. "Of course... And you can stay with us overnight. And I'll call Wu, okay?"

"Can't we noooot call him?" He try, but get back just a serious look from the redhead. "Okay, okay..." Morro carefully handed Lilith to Koko.

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Lloyd had a pillow in his arms. He was relieved that Morro was not burned alive, that he was not inside during the catastrophe. That was what he had been most afraid of when they received the alert and he read the street name. He knew that his cousin spent most of his time in the house, and that the chances of him being in the middle of the fire were high. He was surprised why he wasn't in the house. He was curious..

'How did the fire happen? Who could start it? Was it an accident or was it a deliberate one? With a bad thought...'

A knock on the door pulled him out of his trance.

"Can...?" A familiar voice asked.

"Yes! Logic." The blonde throws the pillow out of his arms, so that the brunette does not realize his thoughts. Morro was beginning to read him like an open book.

The door opened, revealing a Morro... "Hey..." He walked slowly inside.

Lloyd stared at the brunette's tired, slightly red eyes. Because of crying and fire. Morro for the blondy looked almost exactly like he did when Lloyd made a prank on him, only now he's darker and more destroyed.

Lloyd stayed at Morro's house for two days.  Koko had asked him. She was going to work for a while. Morro was preparing some food for them, and the little prankster had time to prepare a little prank, which as a result was a Morro full of chocolate, feather and sand. Lloyd laughed heartily that day, and Morro took his sweet revenge after. But Morro sometimes woke up with a few strands of sand in his hair.

The older child of the family sat down next to the younger one. "All right..? Sorry that.. this fire destroyed your birthday."

"No, no! I'm.. glad you're alive. This is the best gift today... that you're alive and nothing happened. Lilith too."

Morro smiled, knowing that Lloyd was half lying to him. The better gift for Lloyd would be his father to return to normal for him. But they were aware that only by a miracle would this really happen.

"But," Morro had begun. "I managed to save something. ... I'm lying. I already had it with me." In his hand had appeared a chocolate muffin with a candle in the middle. Lloyd had no idea where he got it from. They had suddenly appeared. It was like Jay. "Happy 16TH Birthday Bud!"

"Thank you, Morro..." Lloyd was moved by his gesture. He didn't expect to receive anything from him for his birthday. He blew the fire out of the small candle, which quickly went out.

Morro took the candle and handed him the muffin. "It's all yours."

"I have a much better idea." He took the muffin and tore it in two. "Here you go. You deserve it.. You went through a good shock today."

Morro smiled. "Thanks, Greenie.. Of course, I had something else prepared. But it caught on fire, sorry.."

"It's okay. And don't tell me what it was! Next time you give it to me, okay?"

"Okay."

"And hey, I'll make sure my apartment doesn't catch on fire on your birthday."

"Ha-Ha. Funny." He bite from the muffin. "I have no idea how it caught on fire.. And all my savings..!"

"Hey, we can go as Ninja tomorrow to see if anything can be saved, okay?"

"Yeah... Ugh, I'm going to have to stay with my dad now. Wait and see how we wake up with the smell of tea in the house tomorrow."

"Mhm. Or you can stay with a certain person.~" Lloyd smiled catily at him.

"..Shut up..!" He pushed him slowly, laughing and smiling in shame. Lloyd chuckled, leaning back on his cousin's shoulder.

"It was a beautiful birthday, thank you very much, Morro." It was because he was with him, even when the fire...

"My pleasure... You deserve it." It bothered his hair, with a simple smile on his face.

Lloyd kept hearing the phone keep making noise. There were notifications, messages.

"Uh.. Morro.. Kai keeps messages me. About you. I think you should call him or something."

"Hmmm. Nah. Leave him alone until he calls you twice, then he's really worried."

"... And I don't answer...?"

"Oh yes." He sat for a while, grinning. "On the third call, you can. Like that you can hear the flames from his hair."

Lloyd stared at his cousin.

'Why am I related to you? No- the better question would be: Why do I care about you, my beloved cousin and Emo-Dark Humor?!'

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T r a n s l a t e:

Morro: "Thank you very much, my little cherry..."

Kai: "The pleasure is mine, my heart.~"

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B o n u s:

"It was 3 PM. It was 3 PM. It was 3 PM. It was 3 PM." Lloyd kept saying, with a look of disappointment on his face.

Morro stayed with them for a few days, until he got back on his feet. A few things in his burned apartment could have been saved, but the truth was... there was a lot of damage. The cause of the fire has not yet been determined.

"It was breakfast."

"It was 3 PM."

"If it's still the middle of the day, it's breakfast." Morro insisted, with a cup of coffee in his hand and Lilith asleep beside him.

"No, is only the first meal of the day, it's only if- it's only breakfast if it's the first meal of the day and it's early. Look at the literal dictonary definition of it. An than lunch is the one that's eaten in the middle of the day literally you cannot call it breakfast if it's at 3 PM. Old man."

"You can. And don't calm me Old man! That's dad.."

"I mean you can, it's just not- you can't get mad at me if I'm, if I also want to call it lunch." He ignore the phase with his uncle.

"Yeah, but you woke up and the first thing you thought was: 'Ah, yes pizza'. Why?"

"Oh yeah yeah, I think you'd be able to understand because all of the other times besides when you woke up, you go coffee."

"Yeah, but you- "

"No, you are wrong." He interrupted him

"No, literally all of the other times you said pizza."

"Pizza is a first meal of a day that makes you a degenerate."

"Jeez.."

"It does. You degenerate me."

"Mm-hmm. And I'm proud of that."

Lloyd threw a pillow at Morro.

[thatringboy]

Hey there!

Saw ur post bout wanting requests and I'm happy to oblige. Percabeth is my absolute OTP and so I would love to read some fics based on them, esp when you write them soo well🥺

1.I've always wanted to read a fic where Annabeth spoons Percy! I think that wud be so cute.

2.Or would love to see a fic where one of them cant sleep at night so they go do smtg spontaneous, like stargazing or roadtrip or trip to McDonald's hehe.

3.A prompt (if that's how you take requests): "Did you just kiss my Achilles Spot?"

omfgggggg the amount of fluff i shoved into this is almost puke level. but percabeth will never get to that level. anyways i decided to do all three prompts because i couldn't pick one. enjoy!

Stargazing in Grey

Warnings: Rachel Elizabeth Dare being a little shit, but we love her anyways (so in other words, none)

Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Rachel Elizabeth Dare (but only for like two lines at the very end)

Ships: Percabeth

Word Count: 1,405

Summary: Percabeth sneaks out of their cabins to go stargazing and realize (again) how much they love each other. Takes place between the end of HOO and the beginning of TOA

“You know… we could have just taken some Melatonin or something.” Percy made a confused face.

Annabeth rolled her eyes despite knowing that he probably couldn’t see her do that in the dark. “And where’s the fun in that?”

“Who are you and what have you done to my rule-following Wise Girl?” His smile was audible in his voice.

She elbowed him in the stomach and fell back onto the grass of Camp Half-Blood hill, her grey eyes searching the night sky. Constellations danced across her gaze and a smile curled over her lips. Percy’s eyes adjusted to the night enough for him to be able to see her features illuminated by the moonlight.

Gods, she’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“What was that?” Annabeth sat up.

Percy realized he had whispered his thoughts out loud and plopped himself down in the grass next to her. “Nothing! So tell me, Wise Girl,” he pointed up at the stars. “Which one is that constellation?”

She laid back down and followed his finger to where he was pointing. “Oh, that’s just Heracles.”

Percy made a gagging sound. “Oh gods not that guy!”

That was the game they played: Percy pointed out a constellation, Annabeth identified it and they repeated. Percy told stupid jokes just to hear Annabeth’s laughter and he felt like he was walking on air everytime he heard it.

This was his Wise Girl, he realized. Starting from “you drool when you sleep” all those years ago and now sneaking out of their cabins at night to watch the stars when the nightmares became too much. Everything else in his life was fleeting and frankly at the mercy of ungrateful gods, but Annabeth was his constant. She was his tie to mortality when he dipped in the River Styx, she was the one thing he remembered when Hera stole his memories and sent him west and she was the one who held his hand in Tartarus when the world quite literally swallowed him up. And now that they had survived two Great Prophecies and were finishing up the summer in Long Island before heading to New Rome, the realization of how much Annabeth completed him struck Percy in the heart. She was the one who kept him humane when he wanted to unleash his destructive powers, she was the one who treated his wounds when he hurt himself against monsters and she was the one who curled up and cuddled him when the whole world was against them.

How in Hades was he so lucky to have fallen for her and for her to have fallen right back - quite literally in their case.

When they had finished their game, Percy found himself staring at her once more. He could examine her face for years and still find new things to fascinate himself with. If he was given Pandora’s box and told that the Hope at the bottom was Annabeth, he’d rip the lid off in a heartbeat and slay all of the monsters that jumped out with her.

She yawned, pulling Percy back into reality, and stretched her arms. “We should probably head back before Malcolm wakes up and flips on us.”

Percy pouted like a child and turned over in the grass to face away from her. “No! This was your idea and I wanna stay!”

Annabeth sighed and scooted closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her face into his back. “You’re such a child, no wonder you live with your mother at eighteen.”

He wiggled a bit so that he could turn his head to glare at her. “I’ll have you know that I missed half of being sixteen and half of being seventeen!”

She squeezed the skin of his stomach to shut him up and the two laid there spooning in the grass for a bit. Annabeth could feel his heartbeat and the way his lungs expanded when he breathed and sighed at the realness of it all. For six months, she was without him. After years of fighting by his side, he had just vanished and both of them were pulled into another Olympus-Destroying calamity that they had to fix. She had found herself cursing out the gods during that time, begging to know why did it always have to be her family that got messed over by the gods? For once, couldn’t someone else take up the mantle? Thalia had died then joined the Hunt, Luke was… well, Luke and all of the other campers moved on and away as time passed if they weren’t killed by monsters. Percy was the only constant she had and Hera had taken him away. Her Percy, the one who held up the sky for her. Her Percy, the one who fell into Tartarus for her. Her Percy, the one who held her tight when a curse had taken her vision and promised to never leave her. Her Percy, the one who turned down immortality for her. Annabeth hugged him tighter and pressed a kiss to his back. She was never letting go of him again.

"Did you just kiss my Achilles Spot?" He turned his head to look at her again.

She pulled her head back and blinked. It must have happened subconsciously while she was reminiscing about the past. “I guess I did, sorry.”

He rested his head on the ground again. “No no it’s fine, I just haven’t had anyone touch there in a while. I guess I’ve always protected it from people, even after the curse is gone.”

And that was another thing. His only weakness, the small of his back, he exposed it joyfully to her. He took his life and placed it into her hands because there was no one else in the entire world who Percy Jackson trusted more than Annabeth Chase.

She untangled herself and sat up. “But seriously, we should get back before the harpies start their pre-dawn rounds. Washing dishes in lava again does not sound like fun.”

He sat up with her and brushed a stray piece of grass off of her cheek with a wide smile. There was still a tiny sliver of grey hair from when they were younger and took turns holding up the sky. “Yeah… you’re right.”

“When am I not?” She leaned into his touch.

Inches, centimeters, touching. The only thought in Percy’s mind was how soft Annabeth’s lips felt against his own and how much she smelled like fresh ink on sunwarmed paper. Was that a scent? It was now. His calloused hands caressed her face like if he let go, she would crumble into sand between his fingertips and she eagerly gripped his shirt right back. For either the third or fourth time that evening, the whole world seemed to melt away. Two heartbeats became one, two souls linked together and two bodies pressed together in such a loving embrace that even Aphrodite herself would have turned away with a blush.

They came crashing back to the real world when the sound of a camera clicked behind them. The two jerked their heads to the sound to see a familiar redhead holding up a camera.

“Rachel Elizabeth Dare!” Annabeth's voice came out as a harsh whisper.

The Oracle of Delphi cackled as she turned heel and ran down the hill towards her cave. Annabeth moved to chase after her, but Percy grabbed her wrist, covering his mouth with his free hand to keep from laughing. “Let’s just get back to our cabins before she goes leaking that to Lou Ellen and Piper.”

The daughter of Athena couldn’t argue with that. They gathered themselves and made the trek back to the Athena cabin. They stood outside the door, not wanting the moment to end, but also understanding that they both needed sleep. Annabeth moved closer and pecked Percy one last time on the lips before heading inside.

Percy made the walk back to the Poseidon cabin with a goofy smile on his face and was humming a tune who’s name he couldn’t remember. His Wise Girl had broken the rules and was ready to fistfight the Oracle of Delphi to keep it a secret. He was so proud of his negative influence on her. He silently made a vow to get that picture from Rachel to hang up in his room in New Rome. It would brighten up his dorm tremendously.

[talas-starlight]

Scarred Spirits - Zuko x fem! reader (pt.5)

SUMMARY: y/n wakes up in an unfamiliar place and tries to find her way back to her mission (i suck at summaries LOL)

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

WARNINGS: swearing, fighting? kinda?

OTHER PARTS:  pt1   /   pt2 /   pt3 /   pt4 /   pt6

MASTERLIST: Here!

A/N: anddddd we’re back!!! hehe thank you to everyone who has been so so patient with me i am so greatful && hopefully youre just as excited as i am for this series heheh

Bricks. You felt as though you were just hit with a tonne of bricks. The idea of even opening your eyes to the harsh sunlight, which you could feel through your eyelids felt like the worst idea in the world. Your dry throat didn’t help at all either. Maybe if I just lay wherever the fuck I am, I’ll magically gain the energy to move again. Or better yet, maybe the ground will swallow me whole, and I can forget about this mission altogether.

Abruptly interrupting your painful stillness on the ground, there was a small kick into your left side. The sudden shock immediately sent your brain swirling into all the ways you could eliminate whoever disturbed your peace.

“Hey… I think she’s dead.”

Ah, the wonderful sound of an annoying, teenage boy. They’ll be easy to take out.

A second female voice emerged. “She's not dead Sokka! She's literally breathing!" Sokka? As in Hakodas son? Oh Spirits, you never fail to amaze me with how you choose to dictate my life. Hmmm, then that means the girl is Katara. Yay.

"Yeah?! Then why the hell hasn't she even moved a single inch since we found her!"

"Well, maybe she's protesting against your annoying poking!" Spirits they're annoying and loud.

A third voice attempted to intervene, "Guys…. Stop, she's fine. Trust me." Hmm, that's considerably younger. 10 years old perhaps? Or a bit older? 12 maybe? Male?

"Oh yeah? How can you be so sure Aang."

"Well Katara is right, she is breathing for one. But…. There's something else about her, I can feel it."

"What? Like an avatar thingy?"

"Yeah."

Wait the Avatar? Wasn't he on that dragon from when I was-

"Hmmm right, well what are we going to do with her?" At that statement, the annoying boy who seemed to be so confident that you were dead, kicked you again. Sick of his irritable presence, with as much strength you could muster, you took your right hand quickly snatching his ankle, and yanking it towards you, causing him to lose balance and ultimately backwards. Letting out a high-pitched yelp as he thudded onto the hard ground, you quickly rose to your knees. Taking the hand gripped around his ankle to tug him closer to you, you moved between his legs until you were able to straddle his waist, placing all of your weight on top of him. Finally, you grabbed both his arms, holding them above his head, completely hindering him from moving.

"If you kick me one more time, or even trying anything like that again, I WILL chop your legs off. Got it?"

Staring at you with pure horror in his eyes, he visibly gulped, nodding. "Yes! Yes! Hear it loud and clear. Totally got it! Just call me Sokka, the guy with perfect understanding."

Moving your right hand from his wrists, you firmly gripped his jaw, forcing him to keep eye contact with you. Taking in his scared features, you smirked even though he couldn't see it. "You sure about that, water boy?"

"YES! YES!", frantically nodding, you could tell that if you kept pressing on, he'd probably burst into tears soon. Bringing his voice down to a pathetic whimper, he let out, "please don't hurt me."

Finally lifting yourself off him, you let out a dry laugh, satisfied with his compliance. "Uh-huh. Right."

Turning your head to the people that belonged to the other two voices, you took in their stunned and weakly defensive stances. Chest heaving at your sudden physical movements, you nodded, acknowledging them. "Hey, Avatar. Katara. So, where am I?"

After a few moments of silence, the Avatar spoke up first. “You’re just outside of Omashu.”

Katara elbowed Aang, instantly alarmed at his calm nature towards you. “Aang! You can’t just say that. We don’t know who this person is or how she even knows my name! She could be with the Fire Nation for all we know!”

“Katara it’s alright! Calm down.”

“Calm down?! She just attacked Sokka! I mean, rightfully so- but it’s a little suspicious. We don’t know who she is or her intentions.”

Sighing, you looked around, taking in your surroundings. It seemed that rocky mountains surrounded you with a small group of tents in the distance. Interesting… why are they all Earth Kingdom people, when Omashu is so close by?

Shifting your attention back towards the three, you decided against telling them who you were. “It doesn’t matter how I know any of your names. What matters is that I need to get back to my original mission.”

Sokka scoffed, moving to stand beside his sister. “Your mission? Let me guess; you’re here to kill Aang too.”

Raising an eyebrow, his eyes immediately widened in fear. “Trust me, water boy, if I wanted him dead, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. I’m here on… other confidential business.” Met with silence from all three of them you moved on, “so let me guess, you found Omashu invaded by the Fire Nation, and you three were the ones that helped that tiny camp of people over there escape from their rule. Interesting choice considering there are bigger things you should be worrying about. Yet, why are all of you still here? Surely the Avatar and his friends don’t need to train them in how to look after themselves.”

“We’re going back into Omashu. To make a trade for King Bumi and to give the governor his son back.” Why does he keep willingly give me information? Now that’s interesting. I can barely feel any fire within him either, it’s almost as if it's not there at all…

“Okay. I’ll accompany you all into Omashu, and once we arrive within the city, we’ll go our separate ways.”

“Sure!”

“NO!”

“NO!”

Bursting out into a fit of laughter, you shook your head at the water tribe siblings. “Naw, it’s sweet how you think you all have a choice in this. Don’t worry, nothing will happen to any of you, I’m just hitching a ride and you’ll never have to see me again. Regardless, Aang said yes, and considering he’s the Avatar and all, I think his choice overrules yours.”

Katara didn’t seem to like your suggestion that her and Sokka’s opinion didn’t matter. “No, it doesn’t work like that! We’re a family, and we make these decisions together! You can’t just wake up after who knows how long you were laying there for, and expect us to trust you immediately! For one, you attacked Sokka a little too easily without any bending, and you literally said that you were on a mission! If I’m honest, you sound like trouble, especially since we don’t even know your name! Or what you even look like!”

“Just as I said before, it doesn’t matter. It’s sweet you all care enough about each other’s safety, but I’m not here to cause any of you ‘trouble’. Get me inside Omashu, and we’ll never have to speak or interact ever again. If it means so much to you, I’ll let water boy tie me up, and watch me the entire journey there as reparations for my small attack against him. How does that sound?”

Aang more than satisfied with your offer let out a quick, “Yes!”.

Grumbling under her breath Katara shook her head, clearly understanding that this was as good as it was going it get. “Fine. But he ties you up now. If I see you even move an inch out of line, don’t think I’ll go easy on you. I am a waterbender after all.”

As if you being a waterbender would have stopped me. Holding your arms out and casting your attention towards the ground, you were ready for Sokka to bind your wrists together with some cloth, he tore off his clothing. Unknown to you, he seemed to notice that despite how tough you were, you were weak. All of the sudden movements and the argument with his sister clearly drained you physically.

“Hey… I don’t really like you since you threatened to kill me, but are you sure you’re ready to be travelling so soon? You’re breathing really heavily. You need some water and food.” Gently wrapping your wrists together, he tried and failed to make eye contact with you.

At the mention of water, you throat physically constricted in pain. “Nah, I’ll be alright. Just need to get to Omashu.”

“Doubt it. Let’s get you on Appa and I’ll nag Katara for something.”

Silently following him to the Sky Bison, you were grateful that your mask covered the wide smile that broke out onto your face. It’s beautiful.

Finally, parting ways with them, you let out a breath of relief. That was the most silent journey I have ever been on and I travel by myself… Spirits, I hope I never have to run into them again. I think I’m going to lose my mind if I ever do. What was Hakoda thinking?! I’d be an awful big sister to them, they already hate me! It didn’t help how much they kept bickering either. Argh, what a mess. Aang kept looking at me funny the entire time too! What was up with that? Do his Avatar powers allow him to see into my soul or something? Spirits, he’d probably wants to unleash his Avatar state on me for all of the lives I’ve taken. Yikes.

Before setting off to find Azula, you needed to take precautions to blend into the small kingdom. Stealing some clothes, you found you chose to duplicate you last disguise with the only main difference being that it was in green cloth instead of pink.

After securing your final blade underneath your robes, you knew there was no more time to waste and you needed to find Azula quick. You weren’t sure how much she has progressed in her mission to find Iroh and Zuko and the guilt of not helping them when they ran off the Fire Nation ship was already nagging you like an itch you couldn’t scratch.

This city is too big to wander around aimlessly.

Closing your eyes and letting out a deep breath, you chose to look for her the quickest way you knew how. By sensing her fire.

Come on y/n; you can do it. Unsure of how far your abilities would work, you grew worried that she may be too far away for you to even feel her.

After a few minutes, you started to feel irritated. Of course, you could sense fire, you felt so much of it. The city was crawling with Fire Nation after all, but it wasn’t hers. You emitted a few more deep breaths, trying to clear your head.

Suddenly a deep, familiar voice entered your mind. Inner peace. You need to find your inner peace y/n. That’s why you keep losing control; you need to find it.

Is this that dragon again? As if you didn’t have a random voice inside your head, you were met with silence.

Look you can’t just randomly enter my mind you know, and who in Spirits name transports me to some random mountainside?! I don’t know who you are, but I’ve been doing fine all of these years on my own. So kindly, get out of my head.

Letting out a small scream into your hands as the voice never came back, you closed your eyes again.

Stupid voice.

Stupid inner peace.

Breathing in and out, you wracked your brain for something that made you feel at peace. Come on, you can do it. Then after a few moments, it hit you. Not your inner peace, no. You’d have to find that another day. What did hit you was Azula’s fire, you felt it.

Immediately following the tugging feeling, you ran as fast as you could until you came to a tall piece of scaffolding. Even though you were so far below, you could still hear the fight that was occurring many levels up. Can’t she keep herself out of a battle for at least a day?! I bet it’s not even Zuko up there. Scowling, knowing that you can’t ignore her completely, you climbed up until you reached the fight but still remaining hidden.

By the time you reached the platform, you felt that Azula had already moved from this part of the fight. That didn’t mean that there weren’t pressing matters right in front of you, though.

“How are you going to fight without your bending?” A Fire Nation girl before you brought out her blades ready to attack Katara. Holding back a verbal groan, you knew you were going to have to help her.  

Quickly jumping in, you deflect Mai’s knife with your arm while simultaneously catching a boomerang that you spotted in the corner of your eye. As the flying bison approached your quickly dodged its tail as it sent the two fire nation girls flying back. Seeing a distraction between all parties, you threw the boomerang back to Sokka while running for the scaffolding, making your way into the shadows. So much for never having to see them again.

When you ran away from the scene, you knew your disguise was too recognisable considering the two girls saw you when you intervened. This left you to painstakingly have to find a new set of clothes, just to make babysitting Azula and her friends so much easier. Despite finally being back on track with your mission, it didn’t make it any less tedious as you followed from a distance in the shadows. “So, we’re tracking down your brother and uncle, huh?”

“It’ll be interesting seeing Zuko again, won’t it Mai?” Huh? Is that coal brains girlfriend or something?

Azula spoke up at that comment, “It’s not just Zuko and Iroh anymore. We have a third target now.” You have got to be fucking joking. I guess I better start finding my inner peace after all, you know, so I don’t blow her FUCKING BRAINS OUT!

a/n: hehe thank you so much for reading!!! what did you think?? hehe i know its been a while so im kinda rusty so pls let me know your thoughts or any feedback!! hehe i know this wasnt that juicy and kinda short but ive got a lot planned so dw hehe we’ll get there ;)

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[ihyperfixatedtoohard]

We had an AI write fanfiction for us.

TW: Bodily functions (Ie: expelling a certain thing from your ass), referring to Geralt somewhat femininely I guess???, Sexual content, Jaskier is referred to as Geralt's grandmother... so suede incest????? WAIT! I JUST WENT BACK AND READ IT AND JASKIER IS ACTUALLY RELATED TO HIM! HE'S HIS AUNT AND GRANDMA!

The Witcher : The Secret of the pillow

by Serenity Darkmoon Raven

A/N: All my story's take place in a alternate reality where the characters act this way.

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A little Later, White Wolf was taking a shit.

He was having trouble though.

It felt like days passed and still no sign of release.

"Help..Errrr... ahhhh! Christ! when is this epic poo gonna pass!?" The Butcher of Blavikan exclaimed, His face wincing with effort.

He made every effort in his little boy body to expel this demon thing from his womanly back side.

Just as The Butcher of Blavikan was going in for another push..

Without warning the bathroom door suddenly burst open unexpectedly. Ahhhh!

"Well hello...White Wolf" a seductive noise whispered from the doorway.

A shadowy person stood leaning against the door frame. His deep, sensual voice which The Witcher knew immediately. His mind began racing and a nervous sweat began pouring from his face and groinal area.

"The Human... is that you? wha- what are you still doing awake...?"

He appeared in nothing but a towel, seemingly ready to take a steamy shower.

However He couldn't with Geralt of Rivia near by....they were like family now.The Human was like His grandma.

Any sane person would never allow their own grandma to see them in the nude. Right? RIGHT!!?! SHIT!"

"Oh I felt dirty from masturbating all day...ya ever feel dirty Geralt of Rivia?"

"Y-Yes, I mean NO! NO! NO! Never" Geralt of Rivia shrieked, He became so immensely worked up he cleaned his colon clear of the demon feces that had been clogging it. His voice also cracked like he was 13 again, but in comparison to the loud flatulence he just unleashed, who cares? The Bard heard though, and giggled like a adorable baby girl laugh. It sent tingles all up The Butcher of Blavikan's spine.

"Oh you've always been the shy one in the family, The Butcher of Blavikan..."

Geralt was not shy, at all. He defeated The Wild Hunt and blew up Her evil machines for Christ's sake! and now he suddenly found himself speechless. Was He going to see his metaphorical grandma literally naked? Little did he know, that was merely a choclate source on the banana split of love that was to come.

"..the shy and excitable one." said The Bardling finishing the sentence with a sly smile.

"Wh-what the..." and before White Wolf could send the third word out of His mouth..

..The Bard's towel dropped to the floor,setting his swingy bits free into the mist of the shower.

Geralt of Rivia noticed everything on him instantly. His soft butt,his magically gravity-defying middle leg and the tiny thingy colored birth mark on his butt, which made Him feel funny...as He had one there too.

Still, the sight of his near perfect body caused White Wolf's penis to become very hard. It stood erect and proud, pointing straight towards the mighty heavens.

"hehe oh my Geralt of Rivia...you're more impressive than I thought."

"uh... ye-yeah, th-thaaanks Jaskier, you're cute too." THIS IS SO WRONG! It raced through his head at lightning speed. But the beautiful, wet, soapy body that stood before him spoke otherwise. Him shapely body was everything Geralt of Rivia could want in something to wank to. Yet did family like relationship matter?..

...

...

NAAAAAH!!

But just as The Butcher of Blavikan was commiting. Commiting to a path that they couldn't go back from.

Geralt burst into the toilet!

"What are you too upto?"

"Err..nothing" said Geralt as he causally slipped his pants back on.

The Bard, who The Witcher didnt notice, picked up his towel and backed out slowly.

"Really?"

"I was just having a shit...see?" Geralt of Rivia gestured to his shit.

"Oh, thats a shit all right! One hell of a shit!

Ok, if your done we better go"

So White Wolf put his other pants on and left. He had a serious case of blue balls, but at least his anus didnt feel so bad now.

As he walked out The Human whispered one word. A word fall of hope.

"Later"

The Witcher Giggled.

Fortunately, their traveling companion was as oblivious as ever, and didn't notice.

---

A long long time ago, the legendary Ciri was forged....

Jaskier winked at The Butcher of Blavikan when no one else was looking.

"Later" he mouthed at him silently so no one could hear.

---

This is a story about how Jaskier, and Triss all first met. It takes place in Rivia Highschool before all the events, incidents and happenings happened..

In this story is a jock, Geralt of Rivia is a dork and Yennefer is the school pet.

We join our bros as they first check their school timetables.

"Who are you guys anyway?"

"Yo yo yo I am " said , pretending to be cool.

"Yo yo yo I am The Wild Hunt" said The Wild Hunt, who was actually really cool!

"Our next class is next" said The Raven haired Witch.

"I noticed. We should go together." said Geralt of Rivia.

So they did.

When they got to class they went in and went to their chairs.

The chairs were hard and made from wood. Probably hard wood.

They sat down on their chairs (different ones).

At that moment The Wild Hunt came into the class room.

"omg! look its The Wild Hunt " said Yennefer.

"Welcome class" said the teacher.The teacher was sexy, btw. All the teachers were sexy.

"Your first class, ever, is design and technology. So open your books to page 86 and start learning."

Geralt started learning intensely. His mind was filled with Design And Technology.

was actually trying to learn stuff, but failing because they sucked hard.

The Wild Hunt looked like they were studying, but Geralt knew they was clearly just faking it. Probably cheating. Yes, her was cheating at learning.

"Stop cheating!" said Geralt

"Screw you!" said The Wild Hunt

Teacher turned around sexily.

"Who said that?"

"Geralt and The Wild Hunt did!" said , who was keen to grass people up. Because sucks.

"This is my final warning you two!" said Teacher.

Geralt went back to his business studies book to continue learning.

The Wild Hunt, however, had other evil plans.

From her desk she got out a plastic straw. She winked evily at The Witcher....

....and then blew a rolled up bit of paper at the teacher!

"ahh!" said the Teacher.

"Ok, thats it! The Wild Hunt and The Butcher of Blavikan goto the principles office right now!"

"but..."

"Now"

The Wild Hunt cackled as she went out the room. Geralt of Rivia followed depressively.

"Its not fair, you did it"

"life's not fair you pipsqueak"

After a unpleasant walk, they arrived at the principles principle office.

---

Later, The Witcher and The Bardling were alone again.

"Its Later" said The Bard, pulling Geralt of Rivia towards the bathroom.

"But what about the others?"

"I'll just tell them you are helping me shower. They wont suspect a thing"

"True. They are all idiots"

Then, suddenly, The Bard was naked. White Wolf wondered how He did that. He must have been nearly naked this whole time!

The shower turned on...

..The Witcher was already.

Jaskier lathered up good and fine. The soap dripped off His body at a seductively slow pace. Geralt could not contain the powerful urge of excitement that raced through His veins.

The alluring look of his nudie comrade became too much for him to fathom and his erect penis launched a mighty wad of semen directly onto Geralt of Rivia's eye.

There The Witcher sat, His pink panties pulled quickly down at his ankles, on a toilet full of poop with His bodly fluids on full display, eyes bulging from His face.

The Bard giggled as Geralt of Rivia's dignity shriveled and died, but Geralt of Rivia had always enjoyed that delightful snicker, even after He found out He was His own flesh and blood.

"Well...wh-what do we do now?" The Witcher said, desperately trying to sound suave.

"It. We do it."

"it?"

"yes. it"

"we do it?"

"yes"

"oh"

...and with that The Human jumped on The Butcher of Blavikan. What little remained of their clothes plopped of quickly. Some fell in the toilet.

"um... lets g-get you outta my toil-dreams and into my bed." White Wolf stuttered, desperately trying to be slick, yet he knew it was hopeless to be suave on the shitter.

The Human hopped gleefully out of the shower, the soap continued pouring from His shapely body.Geralt of Rivia stood up from the toilet, His naughty bits proudly waving about and His pants still down around His ankles. He hurried to chase His shapely body down.

He fell in the door way, tripping over His pants. He pulled His face up from the floor and gazed at The Bard, DANCING ON THE KITCHEN TABLE

The night wreaked of eroticisms...and White Wolf could see that it was going to be a all you can eat porkfest.

And it was!

The Bard was soon ridding Geralt like a pogo stick.

"Poke me! DEEPER! DEEPER! GODDAMNIT!"

"Oh God I'm going to hell!" Geralt of Rivia screamed.

Geralt still had his Hawaiian shirt on and The Human was dripping soapy water all over the bed.

His perky penis swung around, like a happy child on a moon bounce. UP UP DOWN DOWN LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT!, Geralt of Rivia liked it. It was a big, beautiful thing that ached to be sucked on.

Geralt especially liked that from this angle He could not see the awkward birth mark on His ass cheek. Which was a relief. White Wolf wanted to be hard and strong where it counts for the person He had always thought of as His aunty.

"Oh Geralt!" He breathed heavily, deep and cavernous "is what we're doing wrong!?!?"

"OH GOD YES!!" He yelled back at His naked aunty.

"GOOD! YES! YES! YES! YES AUNTY!!!" The Bard screamed.

When it was over they cleaned themselves, the room and the nearby hut down.

It took awhile - fortunately they finished before any of their friends got back. So their little secret was safe...for now.

---

"Sit down" said the Principle.

They did so. Geralt wondered what would happen. There was plenty of witness's to what The Wild Hunt did. But would they dare tell?

"So, The Wild Hunt, I heard you did something rather naughty to Teacher"

"yes sir"

The Butcher of Blavikan breathed a sigh of relief. Good! The principle knows! The Wild Hunt must be going to get expelled! Wait...why did she admit it though?

"I had too Sir. You see.....Teacher was a spy!"

Geralt of Rivia and the Principle looked shocked.

"what?"

"yes sir, a spy"

The principle couldn't punish The Wild Hunt if he did that too a spy. That makes him a school hero! And no one could prove Teacher wasn't a spy!

"Ok The Wild Hunt you can go. "

Noooo! thought Geralt. She got away with it!

"You, The Witcher,however will have to have some detections. You have no excuse for what you did!"

Geralt was depressed. He lost this round it seems. But he knew for future reference that The Wild Hunt was evil. He knew they would fight again, and next time he would have to win!

-The Start

[ichika27]

TWEWY 08

Shibuya is pretty dark today.

Week 3 begins! Man, we waited so long for an anime adaptation and suddenly now we’re already in the final week of the Reaper’s Game. I’m still kinda surprised we’re now here when we can say TWEWY is an anime, too.

Spoilers for the game below as usual!

Neku’s 3rd week in the game and this time, he’s the only player left. I don’t know if they’re ever gonna explain it but in the game, all of the other players are Neku’s Entry Fee for this week.

He gets attacked by Kariya and Uzuki. After Uzuki unleashed a bunch of noise to attack a defenseless Neku (who doesn’t have a partner to fight the noise with), Beat charges in, screaming. Kariya grins when he hears it cause he freaking knew it’s a possibility. Beat had been helping Neku and Joshua in Week 2 after all and the reapers even mentioned it when they watched Beat help the duo at Mark City.

Beat makes a pact with Neku to pay back for the pendant Neku returned to him. His wings disappear and he’s now a player in the game again. The reaper duo lets them go and decides to report the incident first.

Noise!Rhyme is here!! I’ve been waiting for her to show. She should’ve been around Beat in Week 2 so I’m not sure why they waited this long to give her an appearance.

Nice! They show us a short flashback of Hanekoma giving Beat Rhyme’s soul in the form of a noise. Beat explains to Neku that he wants to become the Composer so he could bring Rhyme back to life and said if he wins, he’d bring Neku and Shiki back as well. Neku asks how he’d do that and Beat explains that beating the Composer would give you the job and Mr. H told him so.

Neku mentions having an idea of where to find the Composer because of Joshua.

I usually take of the subs when I take screenshots but I kept this here cause what?

Beat shows Neku that he could take down some walls with the use of a Reaper Keypin and Neku asks this question. Why is Neku asking? They gave him and Shiki a keypin back in Week 1!

This is Week 3′s Game Master, Konishi. She’s not like the other 2 from before as she’s serious, isn’t as quirky and is pretty cold. The other reapers call her “Iron Maiden/Ironface” for a reason. Here, she’s reporting to the Producer about Beat’s betrayal.

Oooh he’s looking at his hands. You guys know why hehe.

Kitaniji tells her to not erase Beat and treat him as a player. Also, issue an Emergency Call. Konishi questions this but still does as she’s ordered. She wonders why the Producer is paying attention to Neku and Beat though.

Firstly though, she takes a personal visit to Neku and Beat to take Beat’s Entry Fee which is Rhyme. Poor Rhyme.

The next day she shows up on the big tv near the scramble to tell the players the mission: Find and defeat her. They have 6 days.

She also issues the Emergency Call using all the tv around Shibuya letting all the reapers hear it. Not only are the ordered to destroy Neku and Beat on sight, they’re also told to wear the O-Pins or the Red Skull Pins from Week 1.

Everyone’s now wearing this: from the people in the RG to almost all the reapers in the UG. Uzuki is excited to use them cause they were told that it’d make them stronger but Kariya has qualms and is wondering why they were given this so-called powerful pin only now.

Uzuki does wonder what’s up with the game this time around since it’s 3 straight weeks and Kariya mentions that a lot of loopholes were exploited the entire time.

777 is a reaper and so it’s his job to defeat Neku and Beat. A fight ensues but he’s no match for our heroes. He gets taken down afterwards.

Neku and Beat were about to leave after the fight cause they need to find Konishi. 777 wanted to fight again but Neku tells him to just concentrate on their band’s performance for the day. 777 doesn’t fight and gives them a keypin (better than the one Beat has) and tells them to go.

A sad 777 was left on his own. BJ and Tenho were killed by the Taboo Noise and now the band only has him as a member and he thinks to himself how he’d perform when his friends are gone. Konishi appears later to ask why he isn’t wearing an O-Pin and why he let Neku and Beat go (with a keypin). 777 says he doesn’t understand why this was a priority when the Taboo Noise are still out there killing reapers. Konishi decides to erase him and Neku and Beat hear his scream at the end.

--

The keypin thing still ticks me off. They shouldn’t have given Neku and Shiki one in the 1st week cause it’s a big thing. 777 got erased with that as one of the reasons why (which would be weird cause he wasn’t punished about it back in Week 1 which isn’t a thing in the game version cause Neku and Shiki never was given a keypin). And to have Neku ask if the keypin was actually a thing. Did they forget giving him one before or...?

Noise! Rhyme makes an appearance this late but at least she showed up. That took a while (meaning they didn’t show her at all in Week 2 and why idk).

Man, seeing 777 like that is sad. He even tells Neku and Beat before the fight that the tickets are selling well recently, too. When he got beaten and wanted to fight again, Neku tells him to just concentrate on today’s performance cause his fans and his bandmates are looking forward to it not knowing 777 is the only one left. You know, this scene would’ve hurt more if they elaborated on the missing microphone event in the anime. The missing mic issue got resolved quickly and they didn’t even try to get the mic from Minamimoto’s trash heap. In the game, this was longer.

In the game version, you find out the one that took the mic is Tenho cause he wanted to stop 777 and BJ from fighting over who gets to do vocals. The two apologize to him for making him feel bad and when they find out where the mic is, they didn’t hesitate on digging through Minamimoto’s trash heap to find it. That mic was a symbol of their friendship and is something they bought together when they were struggling. They put wings on it to symbolize their band as well.

777′s erasure plus the information about BJ and Tenho’s fate would’ve hurt way more had they been given the spotlight back at Week 2.

It’s still sad though. They were getting popular and finally making their dreams come true. You even see the posters around O-East saying “Sold Out”. Gosh, how I wish they were brought back at the ending, too.

I guess next week they’re gonna show Beat and Rhyme’s backstory. If there’s one thing I love about the anime, it’s that the sad scenes hit harder cause they really put effort on the visuals. Oh boy...

See ya’ll next week!

[sareenademon]

Bi Fang and Havik create mischief together! fluffy/weird/concerning

(Btw Havik might be a lil OOC or he might not be bc he’s the biggest wildcard in the mk universe.)

Bi Fang is the son of Bi Han and Sareena: Info on him (btw Bi Fang is inspired from Richie Tozier from Stephen Kong’s It, he curses a lot)

Once Noob Saibot got redeemed and rejoined the Lin Kuei he cut ties with all of his evil associates. This included Havik. Well kinda.

They don’t consider each other enemies and Havik still considers Bi Han his bestfriend! And sometimes he’ll randomly insert himself back into his life to cause a bit of chaos. He’s more of an annoyance to Bi Han if anything.

(Bi Fang is 10 at this point. And this before he meets Satoshi and Liu Jerrod)

Years later, when Havik found out that Bi Han has a son he became curious.

So, he decided to pay the boy a visit and meet him!

For a day, he stalked Bi Fang from a far.

Havik realized how powerful Bi Fang could be. The boy shared the DNA of a cryomancer and a demon. His ice powers could be legendary. It could be powerful enough to one day kill that bastard Hotaru.

He also realized how different Bi Fang was from his father.

Unlike Bi Han, Fang has a great sense of humor! Havik finds the boy’s pranks on the other Lin Kuei members to be hilarious! But he also notices the boy’s loneliness. He sees how the other children of the Lin Kuei shunned him.

So Havik decides he should take the boy out for some good ol, chaotic fun!

He appears to him when the boy is alone hanging out in a forest.

Havik: Hello Bi Fang, I-

Bi Fang: -AHHH! STRANGER DANGER! STRANGER DANGER!

*Havik watches as he runs away towards the temple. He quickly teleports in front of him and grabs Bi Fang and puts a hand over his mouth to stop his screaming*

Havik: I am not here to harm you! I am here to fun with you!

Bi Fang: You do realize how fuckin creepy that sounds right?!

*Havik giggles and lets him go*

Bi Fang: Who the hell are you anyways?

Havik: I am the Cleric of Chaos! Me and your father worked together back in the day.

Bi Fang: Cleric of Chaos? You sound like a bad guy to me.

Havik: Well I wouldn’t say bad..It’s of no matter. I’m here to see if you’d like to come create some mischief with me!

Bi Fang: Why would I go anywhere with a fucking weirdo like you?!

Havik knew that the boy wouldn’t go with him this way, so he decided to use a bit of manipulation.

*Havik fakes a hurt expression, faces away from Bi Fang and starts sobbing*

Bi Fang: Hey, are you...crying?

Havik: *sniffles* I-i just hoped you’d be different is all.

Bi Fang: What do you mean?

Havik: Nobody wants to be my friend! They all think I am a freak! I thought you could understand what how it feels...to be rejected because you’re different...

*Bi Fang’s suspicious expression visibly softens*

Bi Fang: I do know how it feels...I don’t have many friends either, they all think I’m a freak too...hey I’ll be your friend, just don’t cry.

*Bi Fang hugs Havik*

Havik: Oh goodie! Now let us go have some fun!

Bi Fang: Where are we going?

Havik: Hehe, to create havoc of course!

So that’s exactly what they do. Havik teleports them to America, California where their disruption of the peace begins.

They run around pranking random people and they do every prank in the book.

They Teepee people’s houses, egg people’s cars, put a flaming bag of dog shit on someone’s front porch, put Whoopi cushions on the chairs of Starbucks, put bugs in people’s food, stink bombed stores, etc.

Havoc scares passerbys by taking his head off or breaking his knee caps or turning his torso 360 degrees. Bi Fang laughs his ass off at their freaked out people’s reactions.

They made this really buff big guy scream like a little girl and they laughed until it hurt.

Havoc was so delighted that he finally had a mini me. Bi Fang was way more fun than his killjoy father and uncle.

He would make a wonderful son and heir!

Of course, the cops were soon called on them and They soon found themselves surrounded by Stryker and Kabal, and a couple other cops.

Havik: Allow me to deal with these party poopers hehehehe.

(At this time Kabal and Stryker haven’t met Bi Fang yet and they don’t know he’s the Lin Kuei grandmaster’s son)

Bi Fang cheered him on as Havik made quick work of the squad of officers but when he went to finish off Kabal and Stryker. Bi Fang quickly intervened.

Bi Fang: Stop! You’re gonna kill them!

Havik: I know! It’s going to be so much fun to watch the life leave their eyes.

Bi Fang: ...You can’t kill them...it’s-it’s wrong!

Havik: Come now, Do not be so dull! Just think of the chaos it will cause in their loved one’s lives! Hehehe!

Bi Fang: Y-you’re starting to scare me...if you kill them...I-i won’t be your friend no more.

The chaos cleric glared at Bi fang for a couple of moments before he sighed and released the two beaten officers.

He didn’t want to run the boy off yet. He still had plans for him.

Havik: Very, well...say, all this mischief is making me hungry. Let’s go get something to eat.

*Havik takes the boy’s hand and starts pulling him away from the unconscious cops*

Bi Fang: Ya, I’m kinda hungry too, but where are we gonna eat? I don’t have any money.

Havik: Hehehe, who says we’re going to pay for the food?

So they go to a McDonald’s. All the employees look terrified of Havik and they don’t dare to stop him when he walks behind the counter and starts making a McFlurry.

Bi Fang decides to follow Havik’s suit and starts taking some chicken nuggets and fries. They run out of the McDonald’s before another group of cops can arrive.

It was getting late and Bi Fang was getting sleepy so the Chaosrealmer returned Bi Fang to his home. Before leaving Bi Fang asked if they could go have fun again tomorrow. To which Havik replied, anything for his best friend.

Once Havik disappeared, Bi Fang ran into his parents on his way to his bedroom.

Let’s just say, they weren’t too happy to learn who Bi Fang has spent the day with. Especially Bi Han, who was livid that Havik had the nerve to kidnap his child.

Bi Fang: He said you two knew each other.

Bi Han: That doesn’t mean he is someone good or trustworthy! You know you shouldn’t speak to anyone that isn’t Lin Kuei! You are to never speak to that freak again! Understand?!

Bi Fang: He’s not a freak! He’s my friend, and he likes hanging out with me! Not like you!

*Bi Han is about to scream at his son but Sareena steps in*

Sareena: Bi Fang, you do not realize how dangerous that man truly is. He is most likely trying to manipulate and use you.

*Bi Fang starts tearing up*

Bi Fang: N-no! You’re wrong! He’s like me-

Bi Han: -Enough! Go to your room! And do not come out until I say so!

Bi Fang runs to his room crying. Bi Han feels a bit regretful for upsetting him so much, but he has the Chaos Cleric to deal with first.

He, Kuai Liang, and Smoke go to the Chaosrealm and face Havik. Bi Han is on Havik’s ass before he could even greet them. Bi Han is strong enough to pin the Cleric to the ground and starts choking him.

Havik: Y-you...se-em upset...with m-me, Bi Han...

Bi Han: *growls* How dare you kidnap my son! I’ll rip out your heart!

Havik: W-as...not kidnap, h-he came willing-ACH

*Bi Han tightens his hold on Havik’s throat. Kuai steps in and pull Bi Han off of the cleric*

Kuai Liang: Why did you take him to America? What scheme are you plotting Havik? 

Havik: What schemes? I only wanted to show the boy some fun! Your child is a riot! He is the son I have always dreamed of! Hehehe!

*Bi Han lunges at Havik again but this time Havik evades him*

Bi Han: HE IS NOT YOUR SON! HE IS MINE!

Smoke: You expect us to believe you did this for fun?

Havik: ....Yes. Do you really expect me to make sense?

*The 3 Lin Kuei stare him for a couple moments and then look at each other*

Bi Han: I am warning you now Chaos Cleric. If you ever go near my son again I will rip apart limb from limb, and give your remains to demons and they will torture you for the rest of eternity...

Havik: Oh Bi Han, do not threaten me with a good time. Fine, I will leave your boy alone. You have my word.

*crosses his toes in his boot*

Havik was lying of course. But it was enough to get the Lin Kuei and Bi Han to return to Earthrealm.

Havik wasn’t going to give up on Bi Fang just yet. The potential of havoc that boy could unleash was amazing. Somehow, Bi Fang will become his son, and together they will plunge the realms into chaos.

(I’m gonna end it here bc it became longer than I meant it to be. Hope you enjoyed)

[razorblade180]

Rosebud prep 13

Today was a momentous occasion. A morning where the heat didn’t suffocate Menagerie, nor did the sea breeze give chills to the civilization. No, everything was just right. Jaune and Ruby had frequented the beautiful island multiple times for several months now since the start of their “second honeymoon.” Jaune was positive that they should’ve called it a world tour since no regular honeymoon lasts months, and it was filled with too much danger to call it a vacation. Not that he minds the danger in the slightest. Their love bloomed on the battlefield in the first place. Though it was nice to have a break from it; even if this journey had gotten him back in fighting shape.

Jaune sat on the sand watching the sunrise; the waves coming up a few inches short of his outstretched left leg while the right one remained bent. Practically chest level. His arms propped his body up from behind and to his right stood Ruby who was also enjoying the sunshine. However, it was clear by the expression in her face that her mind was elsewhere. Jaune didn’t need to think hard about why.

Jaune:Any day now.

Ruby:Yep. With the way Yang looks, one good scare could put her into labor.

Jaune:This places loves festivals. I’m sure I could find a firecracker to speed things along.

Ruby:She’d kill you.

Jaune:I can outrun a pregnant woman.

Ruby:Pffft heheheh, that shouldn’t be funny.

Jaune:There’s that giggle I love so much. Been a minute since I heard you laugh. Worried?

Ruby:Aren’t you?

Jaune:Not as much as Blake or Yang might be. I’m trying to remain calm. A bunch of worried people are only going to make things more tense, and child birth is tense enough as it is.

Ruby:Don’t have to tell me. But still, what….what if something unexpected happens?

Jaune:Cinder?

Ruby:Anyone. Blake has her fair share of enemies, so does Yang, and suppose it is Cinder. We’ve come up with all these contingency plans but who knows just how strong she’s gotten? This island-

Jaune:Has been heavily monitoring every ship that comes in and out of this place since Yang got pregnant. You personally have canvas the entire place at least twice. Working with the cops, Blake’s parents, even the medical staff; you’ve been extremely thorough.

Ruby:Okay but that doesn’t mean we’re in the clear. Medical complications, they almost happened to me so they might happen to Yang. She might go into shock or there could be something wrong with the baby no one expected.

Jaune:The doctor has said she’s perfect healthy and so is the baby.

Ruby:But-

Her counter argument was cut off by Jaune standing up and cupping her face gently. He looked at her with a twinge of concern but also with confidence clearly in his eyes as well. Ruby couldn’t help but feel her face get a little warm.

Jaune:Remember when I use to be a bundle of nerves?

Ruby:You still are but continue.

Jaune:You and everyone else constantly had to remind me to take a breath and tell me I could handle things. Ruby, you got this; everything is under control that can be controlled.

Ruby:....And for things that can’t be?

Jaune:Trust in life, trust in love.

Trust, was it that simple? Was that what was missing? Ruby closed her eyes and began taking slow, deep breaths. The sound of the waves gently falling onto the shore and back to the sea filled her eardrums. ‘When did he become the believer, the one to hold onto fa-’ suddenly things started to click just a little bit more. The possible reason for her eyes being so dim and the ability to truly find her stride in everything she did. ‘When...did I lose faith in hoping for the best? Miracles, I still believe in those. Right?’

Ruby opened her eyes. She was calmer now but also more perplexed by her own thoughts.

Jaune:Uh oh, didn’t work?

Ruby:It did but….Jaune do you believe in miracles? Or just having good faith in everything still?

Jaune:I mean, yeah. It’s been rough but I’d like to believe I still do. There’s actually more good in the world than there’s ever been for awhile now. Why, you don’t?

Ruby:That’s the thing, I-

“Ruby!!! Jaune!!!” The two looked over to see Weiss running over to them with her arms in the air. Before they could meet her half way she had already ran all the way to them at a speed that even Ruby found staggering. Weiss hunched over slightly winded and red faced. Sprinting in heels on the sand was not the best move.

Weiss:There huff you two huff are…

Ruby:Woah Weiss, hehe where’s the fire?

Weiss:Your sister…..

Ruby:I-I’m sorry what?

Weiss:She’s in labor!

Ruby:WHAT!!!!?

xxxx

“AAAAAGGGHH!”

Bellowing screams of shear pain thundered out of Yang’s lungs. She been like this for at least twenty minutes. Blake stood by her side with an odd mixture of joy and anxiety. The crushing grip of Yang’s hand squeezing with more force every time she was told to push. Blake grabbed the side of the hospital bed until her knuckles were white; suppressing the urge to scream from her own pain. ‘At this rate, I’ll need medical attention myself’’

“You’re doing great sweetie!” Blake said as she smiled through the pain.

Yang wasn’t easily fooled. “I know I’m hurting you. Blake, just let go.”

“No way! I’m never leaving you. Her other hand came up and grabbed the other side of Yang’s. They both give each other a nod before the doctor tells Yang to give another push; unleashing yet another powerful scream that could be heard by everyone guarding the hall. That includes her friends and family. Ruby especially, she can’t help but flinch every time.

“AAAAAHHHHHGGGGHHH!!!”

Ruby:Ugh. Sort of glad that’s not me this time. And yet…..

“AAAAAAHHHGGG!”

Ruby:I don’t like being on this side either.

Ren:You sure you don’t wanna be in there with her?

Nora:I bet Yang would love all the emotional support she can grip. Also another thing to squeeze.

Ruby:Blake is more than enough for that; guarding takes priority. Also that metal arm shouldn’t be squeezing anything but the bed frame.

Nora:Pretty sure that broke minutes ago. Besides, I have a feeling no one uninvited is showing up.

She had a good point. The hallway and entrances leading to it had guards posted that were ordered to report in to Kali without fail. Jaune was outside the front entrance with Ghira, Weiss and Neptune were on the roof, and Sun covered the other entrances with his clones and Ilia. Not to mention Tai was a phone call away, ready to jump through a portal with Qrow and Raven for surprise reinforcements. Only a crazy person would dare attempt to stir trouble. Everyone had a cutthroat mentality right now that was impressive and horrifying at the same time; the mark of an experienced huntsman for sure.

Ruby chewed on the bottom of her lip. Of course she wanted to support Yang, but no way was she going to be caught off guard. Not again….

Ruby:You might be right, but I can’t take chances. A kid's future can be at stake.

Nora:.....

Nora:Speaking of kids and futures, what’s that looking like for you? One year of searching and almost another getting back on your feet. I know that’s basically no time at all but you cannot tell me helping Yang with her’s isn’t making you think about it? For better or for worse.

Ren:Nora-

Ruby:It’s fine. She’s not entirely wrong. I have been thinking about it more and more. These past nine months especially. I’m...going to be honest with you two, my choice to stand out here isn’t completely selfless. That baby, I don’t know how I’ll react when I see it. When Yang and Blake ask me if I want to hold it.

She stares at her hands silently before rubbing her eyes; chuckling a little through restrained whimpering. “Selfish, right?”

……..

Nora:Do you wanna know a secret? I’ve actually been thinking a bit about all this. Ren as well. Can’t say much about his motivation but when it comes down to it, I’m being a bit selfish too.

Ruby looked up at Nora to see the girl looking down at her own feet. Nora takes a slow breath before looking into Ruby’s eyes.

Ruby:What?

Nora:We weren’t there for you. I wasn’t there for you. Maybe things could’ve been different if-

Ruby:Stop….

Nora:....

Ruby:That rabbit hole way of thinking only gets worse. Don’t put blame on yourself when you haven’t done anything wrong.

Ren:Yeah but we haven’t done anything right either. We’ve done nothing at all Ruby. That’s the problem. I feel just as guilty as she does. You’re our friend, our family. Jaune is our leader and both of you didn’t deserve what happened to you. So we found a way to help when the time comes.

Nora:Our orphanage has brought some unique problems to our doorsteps considering we don’t age out our kids or find parents put into “interesting” situations.

Ruby:Interesting?

Nora:Teens that got a bit too close despite our rules and soon to be parents that lost their towns. Ren is a bit squeamish about those sort of things but it’s gotten to the point he’s ordered plenty of medical supplies for those situations and made special rooms for them. While I have been put in the uncomfortable situation of playing doctor; in the literal sense. I’ve delivered several children and one of the parents actually was in the medical field.

Ruby:*eyes widened* Ar-Are you saying…?

Nora:When you decide to try again we’ll be around for the whole process if you’d like.

Ren:All of it. Delivery included. No immediate birth certificate, fancy hospital, or unneeded people around. Just the people who are closest in a place not so easy to find.

Nora:Completely under the radar to help prevent danger.

Ruby:....You’d do all that for me?

The two looked at Ruby confused before looking at each other and back at her again.

Ren:Of course….

Nora:We love you silly.

Ruby:G-Guys….I don’t know what to s-

“Everyone…” said Blake unexpectedly from down the hall. The three of them turned to see her on the phone; most likely calling the others. She looked exhausted and one of her hands was bright red and purple. No doubt that it had been from Yang and from the looks of it, at least fractured. Yet despite all that, Blake was smiling. Then it hit Ruby, the yelling had stopped at last.

The three looked almost hypnotized as they were hoping Blake’s next words were they have been waiting to hear. She didn’t disappoint.

“Come meet our son.”

Nora took Ruby and Ren’s hand then ran towards the entrance. Just as she approached it, Nora let go of Ruby and stood to the side with Ren.

Nora:Well?

Ruby:Well what?

Ren:I mean it’s only fair you walk in first.

Blake:He’s right you know? I can tell Yang is dying to show you.

Ruby:Could you all at least…follow a few seconds behind me?

Nora:Duh, you think I’m not antsy to meet the little guy?

Nora flashed a smile that warmed Ruby’s heart. She’s always been a bit motherly for sure, but running the orphanage has strengthened those maternal instincts; she became a mother right under everyone’s nose and Ren, an amazing father for sure. Where did the time go?

Ruby finally gave a nod and opened the door. Today was a momentous occasion. The morning, perfect. The sun, absolutely radiant. Yet none of them compared to this one single moment. Room was warm and quiet, except for the rhythmic sound of medical machinery at work. Ruby stood motionless and without breathing the instant her eyes locked onto the bed in the center of the room.

Yang sat upright completely mesmerized by the tiny life that was swaddled in her arms. Her skin was a bit pale; a thin sheen of sweat on her face made it look like she was glowing. Yang’s long and full hair also was weighed down and fell flat from exhaustion, and yet it looked beautiful as strands ran across her face. It even seemed to glow faintly itself. Yang ran her pointer finger gently around what Ruby assumed to be the baby’s face.

Her presence finally became noticed when Ruby let out slightly “wow” that snapped Yang out of the trance. Their eyes met and Ruby saw nothing but joy and a boundless fiery passion in them. “Hey baby sis. Come meet your nephew Kovu. Yang gave her the most inviting smile that Ruby had ever seen.

She approached slowly. As if she was trying to sneak up on Zwei or Weiss. Inch by inch Ruby got closer until she stood beside Yang. The blonde tilted her arms to Ruby so she could get a better look at him. It was love at first sight. His was rosy and his eyes were closed. Messy short black covered his head with the roots being blonde. That alone was enough to melt anyone’s heart but then there was his tiny cat ears that still managed to look too big for him. Despite having black hair, Kovu’s ears were blonde.

“Calico?” Ruby wondered out loud. Yang shook her head at the question however. “No, looks a bit like one though. Personally I thought about Tortoiseshell cats but the little kiddo is just a panther with beautiful color coordination.

Without thinking, Ruby reached out and gently poked his button nose. Kovu’s face scrunched up and a tiny coo was let out. His opens and Ruby was hit with the sight of majestic mixture between gold and amber. Yang was right about color coordination. Kovu had hit the genetic jackpot; he was such a handsome baby. The boy was going to have to keep the girls off of him with a stick when he’s older.

Ruby pulled down the blanket he was bundled up in a little and his right hand wiggled out. Ruby went to gently hold the little guys hand when he unexpectedly reached for it. His hand grasping her finger with all the might he could muster. It was so innocent, simple even. Yet...it sent Ruby crumbling down.

Yang:R-Ruby? Your eyes.

Ruby:Huh?

Yang:You’re crying.

Ruby ran her hand across her face and sure enough she felt warm tears smear across her face. How long has this been happening. They weren’t stopping either. She backed away from the both of. “Excuse me.” Yang completely understood why but she couldn’t help but feel a little sad.

As she opened the door, Ruby had forgotten that Blake called everyone to come and see Kovu. Including Jaune. He was in the middle of healing Blake’s hand when Ruby caught his attention; shocked to see her walking out in tears. She hated it. She didn’t want people to see her like this and burst into roses towards the outside. Immediately he looked at everyone who had a “Go” expression on their face. He got the message and bolted.

Luck for him, Ruby didn’t go far. Just outside to the steps in front of the door. No doubt because she still prioritized the safety of the hospital above anything else at the moment. She heard the familiar footsteps but did not turn around.

Jaune:Ruby, please talk to-

Ruby:He’s perfect. Their kid is perfect in every way. A little bit of Blake, a smidge of Yang; truly perfect. And innocent. All he did was grab my finger yet I could feel like I was making a connection that would last a lifetime. I haven’t felt like that since……

Jaune:Dustin…?

Ruby:I said we’d take it slow. That there’s no no need to rush. Picking up the pieces of our lives would come first and it’s been amazing to simply be with you again. But I think …I know there’s a hole in my heart. One that desperately wants to get back what I lost. Especially after seeing the way Yang and Blake looked today.

She turned around to face Jaune. Her entire body was silhouetted by the sun but he could clearly see the tears that glimmered from the light; and the silver eyes that finally found a way to crack through some of the darkness that clouded them.

Ruby:I want to be a mom. To hold a child and make that same promise to them. I know it’s selfish b-

Jaune:Ruby, I’ve been wanting another chance at fatherhood for months now.

Ruby:What?

Jaune:Is that surprising? Having kids with you was my dream in the first place. I never brought it up though because I didn’t want to be the reason you got hurt again or put pressure on the topic. Being with you was enough for me too.

He got closer and took both of her hands into his. Interlocking their fingers and pressing his forehead against hers.

Jaune:We take each step together when ready, right? Don’t hold your feelings back against me. If you’re ready to take that leap of faith again then you have me right beside you.

Ruby:We should have a serious talk about sparing each other’s feelings. We’re going to give each other unnecessary anxiety otherwise.

Jaune:Hehe, that’s not good.

Ruby:Being calm for nine months sounds like an impossible task.

Jaune:Don’t worry, you’ll have tons of sweatpants to get you through it.

Ruby:Oh gods I forgot about those things. I can feel my figure fading away.

Jaune:Having second thoughts?

Ruby:No way.

Ruby stands on her toes and gives Jaune a warm kiss. Finally his hands separate from Ruby’s so he can wipe her tears away. The two walk back inside to let the others know they’re okay and celebrate the birth of the newest addition to the team. There would be plenty of time to be affectionate later.

For the rest of their vacation time, sleeping wasn’t really on the schedule. Just a fire inside of them that burned like never before. Until…

xxxx

Jaune:.....Well?

Ruby:*holding a pregnancy test* Maybe this time. At this rate I might as well invest stock in these th-

“+”

Ruby:*blushing* Hehehe, well then, I guess now comes the tough part.

Jaune:*rubs her stomach* Together...

Ruby:*smile* Together...

Part 12

[minsimagines]

green malice | chapter 7

Summary: Y/N is an avenger, and she can’t stand Steve Rogers. A powerful mage, able to conjure green deadly mists to use as she wishes. The public is horrified by her, so her private life is hidden by the name they gave her: The Green Malice.

Follow her as she tries to fulfill her destiny; to find both her place in the world and maybe love on the way there.

Characters: Y/N  Y/LN / Green Malice. Steve Rogers. The Avengers. Warnings: Swear words, voilence, mentions of torture, general action. Words: 3.4k A/N: gifs and images are not mine, credit to owners!! There will be action in this post and the next, just so you’re aware, hehe.

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«You know, when they took you from us… I was actually very sad,” Alexander said in Russian, the nasty smile on his face was gone as he looked at you from across the room.

Looking at his face was like a punch in the gut. Your heart clenched.

“Yeah? I wasn’t,” you whispered, glare hardening. You were terrified. You thought everyone from your old facility was dead. You thought he was dead.

“Of course, you were,” he chuckled, taking a step around the living room. “I remember you screaming my name as the uh, Avengers dragged you out.”

“I thought they were going to kill me.”

“And here we are – they might as well have killed you. This… is far below your potential,” he said, turning his body towards you. His buzzcut was the same as it had always been. His posture, his smirk. His intense eyes, that always seemed to soften ever so slightly when looking at you.

“I’m a human being, Alex, I am not a weapon,” you frowned.

“You’re about as human as a snake, Y/N,” he said, taking a step closer to you. “Say… you still like to bleed on people, hm? Watch them squirm?”

“I-” the memories of screaming faces flashed before your eyes as you took a step back. “I never wanted that.”

“No? You seemed to enjoy it.”

“I wasn’t myself.”

“You still aren’t,” he said, his brows raised. “You meet The Asset out here? On your little trip overseas.”

“It’s not a little trip, I’m here to stay!”

“So, you did meet him,” he chuckled. “He’s outdated now, you know. We’ve all had an upgrade since then. He couldn’t beat us even if he tried.”

“He’s not interested in beating you, he wants nothing to do with you. Just like me.”

“Now, that is a lie. I remember the nights Y/N, when you’d crawl out of your cell and come to me,” he said, a small smirk on his lips.

“You don’t-”

“Oh, come on Y/N! We spent 10 years together, I know you,” he chuckled, throwing his hands out to the side. “I know all of you. I know you better than you know yourself.”

“You don’t.”

“I do,” he smiled, stepping closer. “Let me prove it to you.”

Alexander moved to lean on the back of the couch, his arms crossed over his chest. The super soldier studied you for a few seconds.

“I bet – that you would gladly leave with me, if I asked you.”

“I would never,” You hissed, your body shaking in anger and adrenaline. You would have used your powers on him, had they worked. You were useless against Alexander.

“Even if I told you we’d kill your friends if you don’t?”

Your face fell, your eyes flickering across his face – looking for signs of lies. There were none. And you knew he was serious – or, as serious as Alexander ever took anything. He liked playing games with people’s emotions, he always had. You knew he would kill someone if he said so.

“I don’t have friends,” you tried, your voice low. Alexander cooed at you, mocking you, as he stood and stepped closer to you, his tall frame looming over your shorter one.

“That is so cute… you think you can lie to me,” he said, with a fake pout. It wasn’t a complete lie; you didn’t consider anyone your friend – though your chest ached at the thought of Steve being hurt. You hoped he was strong enough to take on these guys, though you didn’t know. You really didn’t know.

“What do you want?” You hissed, glaring up at him.

“I want you to come with me, to unleash your potential,” he explained, his face twisting into a smile. It disgusted you.

“I’m not going to work for you.”

“No, you’re going to work with me, or else I’ll have to kill someone.”

“Killing is always your solution to everything.”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “Yes, it is.

“Why? Cause you don’t have balls enough to face issues for longer than a minute at a time?” You asked, your glare hardening. You were afraid, but you were also pissed. Ever since you’d stepped foot outside of the cells, you knew your life had been a lie. A horrible, painful lie. And it was HYDRA’s fault – all of them. You had made bad decisions, you wouldn’t deny that, but you were trying to make up for them; you wanted to do good now. You wanted to be a real person, and you wanted a life. A real life.

“Always had such a sharp tongue,” he said quietly as he leaned close. Too close. He was angry now, you could tell. Others might not, but you knew.

“I don’t want anything to do with you fucking psychopaths,” you sneered, taking a step back.

“You might have to,” he said, clasping his hands behind his back. “If you want your little boy toy to live another day.”

Steve.

“What boy toy?” You lied. You were surprised by how easily you lied this time. Was the anger you were feeling taking over the fear?

“The one who just left you out here all alone,” Alexander said, his voice was unnerving. Cold and calculated.

“If you know me so well, you should know I wouldn’t care,” you said. You couldn’t let him know you cared. You didn’t know if it gave more of a chance, but you would try.

“What? All that kissing and hugging was just a bit of fun?” He asked, his brow twitching.

“Yes.”

“Then I might as well put him out of his misery right away, or else he’ll be heartbroken,” he laughed, turning to walk out of the cabin. Your eyes quickly scanned the area around you, and they landed on your phone on the counter. As fast and quietly as you could, you sent a text to Tony. You didn’t like the guy, but he liked Steve and that would hopefully give Steve a chance.

“So, what then?” you called after Alexander, following him outside. “You think you can just threaten to kill a guy and I’ll come back to you, and everything will be like it was?”

“Yes, after all, I’m not just anyone,” he smirked, turning his head to look at you.

“No, you’re not,” you began, tears pushing at your eyes. He seemed to sense the shift in your mood, and you could see he was trying to hide his worry – he’d always worried about you. He always cared. “You were the only thing keeping me from going insane. Of course, I came to you when they pumped poison into my blood.”

You stepped closer to him.

“I thought you would save me. But it was all a lie. Everything they said. A fucking lie. And you’re just too brainwashed to see it,” you hissed. Alexander gripped your throat in a tight grasp, squeezing just enough so you couldn’t breathe properly. He was furious. You’d hit just the nerve you were going for.

“I cared about you,” you whispered, your voice scratchy by the lack of air. “And I thought you cared about me. But you let them do that to me.”

“I-” he was breathing heavily, seemingly struggling to not choke you to death, so you would stop making him feel things. You knew that was his weakness. Feeling things. It pissed him off to a point of absolutely no return. That’s why he always killed everyone – he couldn’t stand the chance of anyone making him feel something. But you had made him feel things. You, the one person he couldn’t get himself to kill.

“And I hate you. I hate you so much,” you breathed, a hot and angry tear rolling down your cheek. His grip tightened around your throat and for a second you were actually doubting he would stop himself. All the things you said, while you said them to push his buttons, they were all true. You had cared for him, and you had thought he was going to have your back. But you needed to stall any time you could, hoping that Tony got your message and would maybe show up, or at least help Steve before Alexander could send someone after him.

“Did you… enjoy watching them hur- uh, hurt me?” You struggled, your hands gripping at his wrist.

He didn’t answer.

“You’re a pussy.”

His grip tightened so hard; you couldn’t get a single wheeze out of your throat. The air was completely cut off, and you felt your head go lighter. You struggled against his grip, your nails clawing at his arm. Your knees grew weak, but he held you up your throat. The world was turning black around you, your mind not able to form a single clear thought anymore. As you were about to go unconscious in his hands, he leaned closer to you.

“No, you don’t get to sleep yet,” he hissed in your ear as he released his grip.

You gasped for air and fell to your knees, your hands touching the tender skin on your throat. You coughed, your lungs screaming for too much air at once. Alexander crouched in front of you, and reached around you to grab your braid, tugging your head back to look at him. You groaned, your teeth clenching.

“I’m going to kill your little boyfriend,” he whispered, darkly. “And I’m going to take my sweet time doing it. And you, are going to watch the whole thing.”

“But, before I do that, I’m going to break his heart. I’m going to make sure he knows what you really think about him,” he chuckled, though his eyes held no humor. He had snapped over to the darker side of him. And this version of him… death was mercy in his eyes. “I’m going to make sure he knows what you are… what you’ve done. You may be pretty,” he smirked, “But you’re not nice. You don’t do nice, remember?”

You spat in his face. He shoved you to the ground and you grunted at the force. You pushed yourself of the ground and wiped your now muddy hands on your pants. Footsteps to your right caught both of your attention and your head snapped to the side of the house. It was Steve. Your eyes widened as they landed on him, more tears welling in your eyes. Your bottom lip trembled. He couldn’t be there, what was he doing there? He was wearing his suit, where had he gotten the suit from? Where was Tony?

“Y/N!” He yelled, his eyes landing on the weapon Alexander had around his torso. Steve’s eyes were wide with rage as he looked at the man.

“Steve, get out of here!” You yelled, switching over to English again. You ran towards him, but Alexander grabbed you by the neck, yanking you backwards. You cried in pain, tears pushing their way out of your eyes His arm wound around your torso, holding your arms tight against your body. You could barely move.

“Don’t listen to him Steve, don’t-”

You were cut off by Alexanders free hand over your mouth.

“Don’t do something you’ll regret, captain,” Alexander hissed as Steve ran towards you, his. “Be nice, and I might not hurt you again,” he whispered in your ear, in Russian.

“Who are you?” Steve yelled; his frown was deep. He was scared. His eyes flickered from yours to Alexander.

“An old friend,” Alexander chuckled.

“Let her go,” Steve said. “No one needs to get hurt.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, tears streaming down your cheeks. He was so good. So good. Always doing all he could to make sure no one would get hurt. It hurt your heart. And you wanted him to save you, you wanted him. You needed him to save you, you needed him alive. You wanted him to run away and let you die so he could live. He was good.

“You care about her, no?” Alexander asked, his voice dark.

“Just, let her go,” Steve said, his voice calm as he took a slow step forward, holding his hands out.

“Something tells me you don’t know that much about her,” Alexander laughed. “You wouldn’t care about her if you did.”

“It’s gonna be fine,” Steve said, looking at you, his eyes sincere. Your tears wouldn’t stop, your sight was blurry.

“One of you has to die,” Alexander said, and you screeched against his hand. “The other one,” he grunted, gripping onto your mouth harder, “Gets to come work with me.” He laughed darkly. “We wouldn’t mind Captain America on our team.”

A sob shook through your body.

“You know, it’s amazing to see her like this,” Alexander whispered, using his hand on your face to push your head back against his shoulder. You closed your eyes, another sob leaving your throat, and struggled against his grip. His breath tickled over your exposed neck. “She’s never cried for anyone before.”

You could hear movement around you, and for a second you thought it might be Tony, but there were too many pairs of footsteps. As Alexander spoke to them in Russian, you realized they were HYDRA. You couldn’t understand what he was telling them, he spoke in codes, and no codes you were familiar with.

“We,” Alexander said, his attention turning back to you, “Are going to play a little game of truth or dare.”

You pushed your body against his, trying to knock him off balance, but he just squeezed you harder. You grunted in pain, and quietly sobbed into his hand.

“I’m going to say a few things about Y/N, and you, Captain, are going to guess if they are true,” Alexander said, his voice laced with malice. You looked at Steve with wide eyes and violently shook your head, but Alexander held it in place with his tight grip. You let out a muffled cry.

“If you get them right, she lives!” Alexander chuckled darkly. “If you get them wrong, she dies.”

You knew what he was doing. He was trying to put you against each other, he knew what a good guy Steve was, and he was going to ruin your relationship with him. You looked at Steve with desperation.

“Got it?” Alexander asked Steve. You violently shook your head again, and Alexanders grip slipped slightly, giving you room to bite his hand. He hissed and pulled his hand away.

“Steve, go! Don’t listen to him!”

Alexander grabbed a hold of you again and pushed you to your knees. You saw Steve move towards you, but he froze in his steps. You were about to move as well, when you felt Alexanders gun against the back of your head.

“Let’s start off with a bang,” Alexander said, breathing heavily. He was angry. “Y/N used her acid blood to torture civilians, truth or false?”

Steve looked at you both. He was frustrated and scared. You could see this was driving him wild even if he was calm on the outside, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t have any weapons, and there were HYDRA guards everywhere – and you were held at gunpoint. He could only stand there and play along.

You sobbed as you hung your head, both in shame and fear. You hated this; it was all your fault. Had you just run away, then Steve wouldn’t have been there. Had you told him he should leave the first day, Steve wouldn’t be there now. He wouldn’t have had to do this, he wouldn’t have had to look at this, listen to it.

“Do I need to set a time limit?” Alexander asked, pushing the barrel of the gun harder into the back of your head.

“True,” Steve whispered. Your eyes shut, as a wave of nausea ran through your body.

“Very good,” Alexander laughed. “Now, second one,” he said, and you could hear the smile on his face. You hated it. You hated him. You hated him with all your might.

“She loved it,” Alexander said, his voice low. “Truth or dare?”

Your body contracted in a sob. You felt so bad. You felt so evil. You had never felt so horrible in your life.

“Listen pal,” Steve said. You opened your eyes and looked up at him. What was he doing?

“I know what you’re doing, and I could play this game all day long – she has a file, I know what she’s done,” he said, his voice hard and deep. Your bottom lips shook as you felt another wave of shame rush over you. “But we’re not going to play your games anymore, you are going to get your fucking hands off of her, and I’ll consider letting you live.”

You gaped at him. Who was this person? This was not your sweet, good by all means, Captain America. The rage in his eyes, the possessive streak in his voice. You felt safe. You felt secure.

“Now,” Steve said, his hand to his ear, and a squeal left your throat as the massive bushes to your left exploded. Your body flinched to the right, falling to the ground. You crawled away from Alexander, but he grabbed at your feet. There were screams, fire and ringing in your ears as you turned to look at him and kick him in the face. You kicked with all your might, and even if he was a super soldier, it would hurt.

You were lifted from the ground, and pulled up, far above the ground. You screamed and struggled against the grip around your body, your feet kicking hard against the air.

“It’s me,” Sam yelled, and you shuddered in relief, another sob leaving your body, as you held onto his arms. They had come. They were saving you.

Steve.

“Where’s Steve!?” You screeched as Sam flew down low, landing in the woods. You pushed his arms off you and ran towards the huge flames in the distance.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Sam said, grabbing a hold of your arm before you could run of. “We’re taking care of this.”

“Sam, if you don’t get your hands off of me, I will rip your arm off. I’m not letting you fight my battles for me,” I seethed, stepping up to his face. He was quiet for a few seconds.

“Why didn’t you use your venom on them?” He asked and you clenched your jaw in anger. You were wasting time.

“Because he’s a super soldier, like Steve, it can’t hurt them like it can hurt others,” you said quickly, moving to run off again, but his hand was still on you.

“Y/N, if you can’t use your powers, then you’re a civilian; I ain’t sending in a civilian.”

“Sam, I’m going to give you one chance to prove to me that you really thought of me as a teammate,” you hissed through gritted teeth. “Teammates don’t leave each other.”

Sam sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“Please. Let me show what I can do. I might not be able to take Alexander, but I can take the others, they’re not super soldiers.”

“Y/N-”

“I’ll survive. I promise. I always do.”

“He’s gonna have my head for it.”

“I’m not gonna let him,” you said, the corners of your mouth lifting.

“Fine,” he shook his head, though he couldn’t hide the smile on his face. You couldn’t explain the change in feelings towards him, you had always appreciated his company – well, most of the time, but your general hate for people didn’t seem to go for him anymore.

You ran towards the house again, your heart hammering in your chest. You had to see him, you had to make sure he was okay. You slowed when you came to the edge of the woods, keeping hidden between the trees, you both tried to make out where everyone was. The whole area of bushes next to the house was lit on fire, and there was shooting, and you could hear Iron Man, and there was just complete chaos. The whole grounds of your cabin had turned to a war zone.

You could see Steve, he had gotten his shield, and he was fighting Alexander with James. You covered your mouth as you saw he could hold both of them back.

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[inu-jiru]

Tomoe, The Eastern Tigress - Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen - Killer Fang

Thunder and Lector stood side by side, staring down their three opponents. John, Kagetora, Jerome, Hiro, and Teru remained on the sidelines, spectating with bated breath. With a confident lick of his chops, Thunder spoke first. “That little brat’s pissed me off,” he said. “I’ll take him out. Can you handle those two, brother?” “It’ll be a minor challenge,” replied Lector with a smirk. Their arrogance...it set a fire to Tomoe’s soul. “Well then...let’s do this.” Thunder’s eyes suddenly widened with insane bloodlust. “Killer Fang!” Weed’s eyes widened as the floppy-eared Doberman soared towards him. Quickly, he rolled to the side, feeling the rush of air as Thunder cashed into the ground. Recovering quickly, Thunder lunged for the Akita mix, biting rapidly at his face and head. Thanks to his smaller body, Weed was able to dodge almost every attack. Weed backed off, feeling a sharp pain in the side of his face. Thunder’s fangs left a long cut on his cheek. Lector, meanwhile, advanced on Tomoe. A bitch like her was all talk, he assumed. She’d go down in seconds. Kyoushiro, however, quickly stepped in front of her, baring his fangs. “A girl shouldn’t waste her energy on a scumbag like this,” Kyoushiro said coyly. “I’ll handle this bastard.” “Tch,” scoffed Tomoe. “Thanks, but…” Tomoe launched herself into the air with a kick of her powerful legs. Kyoushiro stared up after her with wide eyes. Even Lector had to stop. “Fight WITH me, not for me.” Tomoe landed behind Lector, forcing him to turn around. With a fierce growl, the Doberman began to chase her. Kyoushiro followed close behind, running his tongue along his fangs. Fight with her, eh? That gave the Kishu an idea. Like Tomoe, he shot into the air, but he wasn’t aiming to land in front of Lector. No, he was unleashing his ultimate attack: Death From Above. It was the same attack he’d used to slice off the ear of Teru’s father. Moving targets were never guaranteed to be kills, but any damage was good enough. SLICE! “Gyah!” Lector yowled, feeling Kyoushiro’s claws slashing his side. The force of the attack knocked him off his paws. “Eh?” Thunder glanced over at the other battle, hearing his brother’s cry. Weed perked; this was his chance! He darted forward, cutting into Thunder’s shoulder with his fangs. “Gah! You brat!” Weed’s heart raced and his pupils dilated. That attack just now...it filled him with a new sensation. The bearhound blood of Gin, Riki, and his great-grandfather, Shiro, was stirring. The battle could be won. He just had to keep going. Jerome watched, nodding in approval. This was the power he’d been waiting to see. He hoped the others could see it, too. Lector was struggling to his paws, grunting from his wound. Fortunately, it wasn’t anything fatal, but it hurt a lot. Tomoe and Kyoushiro stood a short distance away, watching his movements in preparation. With a furious growl, Lector decided to try his chances with Kyoushiro. He lunged for the Kishu. His fangs clanked metallically as he narrowly missed Kyoushiro’s flesh. The male was dodging him, moving with great speed. “Stop resisting,” Lector barked. “You’re only delaying the inevitable. I’ll kill you both sooner or later.” “You won’t do shit,” Tomoe challenged. She chased after Lector, biting down on his hind leg. Lector stumbled and fell with a grunt. Seeing this, Kyoushiro smirked and slowed to a stop. He began digging in the snow, looking back at Lector with a cheeky grin. “Oi, Tomoe,” he began. “How big should I make this? How wide?” “Eh?” asked Tomoe through a mouthful of leg. “What is that?” “I’m making the bastard a grave, hehe.” “Dream on!” Lector sneered. He twisted himself around and lashed out with his other hind paw. He caught Tomoe in the throat. A sharp, choking pain forced the bitch to let go, staggering back on her hind legs until she fell onto her back. Standing, Lector was prepared to turn and finish Tomoe off, that was, until he felt a large rock smack into the back of his head. “What!?” Kyoushiro was executing another one of his attacks. He’d dig until he found the rocks buried beneath the snow. He’d then use these as projectiles, shooting them at his enemies using his strong forelegs. Lector fell onto his haunches, raising a paw against the onslaught of rocks. His head and chest were assaulted with blows. Lector was beginning to grow faint. Shit… The panicking Doberman thought. Hougen said this would be easy…! “Brat!” Thunder had yelled at Weed in the meantime. He was far too interested in tearing Gin’s son limb from limb to notice that his brother was quickly losing. “Don’t think you won because of a fluke! I’m not dead yet!” Weed braced himself, waiting for Thunder to come closer. When the time was right, the Akita mix jumped at him. His fangs raked across Thunder’s nose, tearing it up. “Gnah…!” The doberman shook his head. Droplets of his blood sprinkled onto the snow. “His training’s paid off,” Jerome commented. Everyone else had to agree. As young as he was, Weed was handling himself quite well. The puppy landed in the snow, dipping his head downward. A furious Thunder advanced on him again, only to suddenly get knocked in the mouth with a large branch Weed had pulled from beneath the white blanket. Thunder groaned in agony; his teeth felt loose. The branch snapped, and the Doberman whined as his canines were ripped from his mouth. Lector, meanwhile, had had enough of the rocky assault. He dove, rolling out of the way and got to his paws, blood seeping from gashes made by the sharper stones. He looked towards Thunder, seeing him lying on the ground and dazed. Enraged by his brother’s injuries, Lector decided to attack Weed instead. One brat was much easier than two. Even if his brother had been caught off-guard, he wouldn’t make the same foolish mistake. “He’s--ack--getting away!” Tomoe coughed, still recovering a bit from her blow to the neck. She’d remained down on the ground in order to avoid the rocks, but now that Lector wasn’t getting hurt, Kyoushiro was just wasting his energy. “Kyoushiro! Stop!” “Eh?” The Shirogane attack slowed to a stop. Looking around, he could see Lector advancing on the Akita mix. Weed turned, prepared to face the new attacker. Kyoushiro snarled. “Bastard! You’re our opponent!” Both he and Tomoe began to pursue the Doberman, Tomoe catching up sooner than her male companion. Lector had reached Weed, his maw opening to deliver a bite, when Tomoe reached over, catching his neck in her jaws. “Not so fast, bastard!” she growled. She tossed him away. Lector’s panicked yelp was cut off as he slammed, roughly, into the ground. Kyoushiro turned sharply; he’d be the one to finish the assassin. Lector’s attempt hadn’t been a complete failure, though. Thunder sat up, his face dripping blood as he watched the action. He eyed Weed, who now had his back to him. He smirked. Jerome’s eyes widened. “Weed!” the Shepherd shouted. “Watch out!” “You’re mine!” Thunder howled as he darted towards Weed. Despite Jerome’s warning, Weed had noticed too late. He didn’t have time to gasp before Thunder chomped down on his neck. Without his canines, the attack wasn’t at all fatal, but the remainder of his teeth were strong enough to hold the puppy in place. Tomoe stiffened. The Doberman held onto Weed, glaring up at Tomoe. “Tell Kyoushiro to back off my brother. Now.” “Shit…!” Tomoe cursed. Quickly, she called back to the Shirogane, who’d just reached Lector’s body and was holding his neck beneath his paws. “Kyoushiro! Wait!” “Eh!?” Kyoushiro froze, looking back towards Tomoe. “Tomoe? What’s—?” “Ha!” Lector suddenly barked, lashing out with a forepaw. It caught Kyoushiro square in the jaw, sending him flying. Without hesitation, Lector leapt at the downed Kishu, biting down on his neck. Tomoe’s blood ran cold. She hadn’t meant for this to happen…! What was she going to do!? “Damn!” cried Kagetora. “Those rotten bastards!” “Kyoushiro!” Teru wailed in fright. “Shit…” John’s body shook in anger. His poor daughter...now caught between two hostages. He wanted to rush out and kill the two assassins, but he knew that interfering would spell the deaths of Kyoushiro and Weed. “Grrr! Tomoe! Don’t give up! You can still win this!” Can I…? Tomoe thought bitterly. She looked between Thunder and Lector, both of them watching her with amusement. They relished in her uncertainty. “So, Tomoe,” Thunder began. “It looks like there’s nothing you can do. The second you move, both your friends are dead. You might as well give up.” “Don’t do it!” Kyoushiro choked. “Don’t surrender to these guys, Tomoe! I don’t give a damn what this asshole does to me. I’m not gonna die so easily!” “Shut up!” Lector ordered, sinking his canines deeper, not enough to penetrate the flesh, but enough to cut off airflow. Kyoushiro struggled defiantly, even if it did nothing to shake Lector off him. Weed also struggled, cringing at the feeling of Lector’s blood trickling down on him. “You don’t have to die though, Tomoe,” continued Thunder. “Hougen has a liking for bitches. You might not be a Japanese breed like he prefers, but having John’s daughter as his mate would make him—” “I’ll break that fucker’s giraffe neck in seven places before letting him touch my daughter!” John cut in sharply. He stepped out into the clearing, flashing his fangs threateningly. Thunder responded by picking Weed up and slamming him into the ground. The puppy grunted in pain. “Don’t!” Jerome warned. “Motherfuck!” John spat violently. Tomoe stood in the middle of the chaos, the wheels in her head turning. What could she do? What could she do!? Finally, Tomoe bowed her head. “Goddamnit,” she muttered. “Fine. I surrender…” “Tomoe…!” cried Kagetora in disbelief. “On ONE condition,” Tomoe added quickly. Thunder cocked a brow, but remained silent. Tomoe proceeded. “I’ll come with you to Hougen, but ONLY if you spare Weed and Kyoushiro.” “And why would we do that?” asked Thunder. “Because I know Hougen loves having prisoners. He’s already lost my father and John. You really think he’ll pass up having Gin’s son and the dog who’s defied him all this time? Think about it.” Tomoe… Hiro thought. What are you planning, kiddo…? wondered John. “Kill them, and I won’t go with you,” said Tomoe firmly. “Kill them, and nothing’ll stop be from turning you both into crowfood.” There was silence. Two Doberman brothers shared a glance, considering Tomoe’s words. Tomoe kept a stern, neutral expression, regardless of her racing heart. After what felt like an eternity, Thunder and Lector both nodded and picked up their captives. Weed and Kyoushiro dangled by their necks, their hind legs kicking and clawing, to no avail. “Deal.” Thunder nodded Lector over. The two stood side by side, a bit of space between them. “You’ll walk between us, bitch. We’ll be keeping an eye on you.” “Mmm…” murmured Tomoe with a slow nod. “Don’t…!” John pleaded. His tone was mixed between an angry growl, and a pleading whine. It hurt Tomoe’s heart to hear, but she ignored it, padding in between the Dobermans. “Let’s go,” ordered Lector. Together, the three dogs began padding towards the woods. Tomoe’s friends and family could only watch, hating themselves for being unable to help. As Tomoe was led into the undergrowth, her eyes wandered, examining the area around her. The forest was densely populated with trees; often, either Thunder or Lector would push into her in order to avoid walking into one. She could use that. Gazing ahead, she could see a tree that was in Lector’s path. She waited patiently, feeling as Lector began pressing into her. She suddenly rammed her shoulder into him, slamming him into the tree. “Ack!” he yelped. Kyoushiro fell from his open maw. The Kishu didn’t waste a second backing out of the way. “What--?” Thunder began, looking at Tomoe. The bitch turned her head and bit onto the male’s neck. She threw him roughly against the same tree, forcing the wind out of him. Like Kyoushiro, Weed was released as soon as the assassin’s maw was open. Both he and Tomoe rushed to Kyoushiro’s side. “Aha!” laughed Kyoushiro, a wide grin on his face. “Nice one, Tomoe!” “Thanks…” Weed murmured awkwardly. “As if I’d really give up to a pair of bastards,” Tomoe scoffed. The Doberman brothers slowly got up, glaring daggers at the crafty bitch. “You’ve just made the biggest mistake of your life,” Lector seethed. Tomoe smirked. “Funny,” she began. “I was about to say the same thing.” “There’s no way you can take us both--” “Harah!” Tomoe roared, not giving the assassin time to finish speaking. Her body began rotating in preparation of the Retsu Genmu-Battōga. The cyclone of fangs approached the unsuspecting killers with rapid speed. They stared, eyes widening in shock. “What the hell…!?” Thunder exclaimed. It was the last thing he ever said. Both dogs were swallowed up by the cyclone, their bodies carved into that singular, spiral-shaped cut. They both wailed in agony as their blood spilled and spattered about, covering the snow, the tree, and Tomoe herself. Kyoushiro stared on, his maw open in astonishment. “That…” The Kishu was so stunned that he could barely speak. “That was...wow…” Weed, however, had looked away the second Tomoe had began her attack. Whatever gratitude he had before was gone now. Even with all Thunder and Lector had done, he refused to believe that they deserved that. If he were still the leader… “Fuck!” John was screaming in rage. He lashed and kicked at the snow, trying to vent however he could. “Those goddamned bastards!” “Kyoushiro…” Teru whispered, shivering against Hiro’s foreleg. Hiro gently lifted the leg, pulling the puppy closer to him in a sort of hug. The Pyrenees wanted to rant and rave as much as John was doing, but he resisted. Teru needed someone right now, now that Kyoushiro was gone. “There’s still time,” Kagetora paced frantically. “Maybe I can kill one of those fuckers with my Battouga and--” “And the other will kill his hostage,” said Jerome bluntly. Kagetora gritted his teeth, defeated. “We have to trust in Weed. He’ll find a way. I know he will.” “Just shut up about Weed for five fucking seconds!” John roared. His eyes had gone red from fury. “Tomoe…! My Tomoe’s sacrificed herself to save them, and all you care about is that little shit!” Jerome didn’t respond, instead, just staring silently at John. There was suddenly a thundering of paws. John was too busy fuming to notice, but Hiro, Jerome and Kagetora turned to see the rest of the Ohu Army accompanied by Kyoushiro’s packmates. Even Reika and the injured males were there, lagging behind a bit, but otherwise fine. “Everyone!” Ken called. “We’re here! What’s happened?” “Hiro!” Reika barked, making her way to the front of the group. She joined the male, pressing her coat against his in greeting. “Thank goodness you’re safe. Ah…? Is that Teru?” “Yeah,” replied Hiro softly. The puppy looked up at Reika, his face wet with tears. “It’s a long story, but...Kyoushiro’s gone. Tomoe and Weed, too.” “Oh my God…” Reika shuttered. Kagetora, his head bowed in defeat, turned to Ken, prepared to relay the events of Tomoe’s battle. Before he could utter a word, however, Jerome perked, his ears swiveling towards the woods. “Ah!” he began. “It’s…!” The bushes of the undergrowth shook as someone moved within them. Noticing this, everyone began to run over and investigate. Even John managed to calm down enough so that he could follow behind. Emerging from the bushes were Tomoe, Kyoushiro and Weed, the first two holding up their heads with pride and accomplishment. Weed, meanwhile, hung in the back, unsatisfied. “Boss!” Kyoushiro’s packmates yipped in excitement. Teru gasped, grinning widely and wagging his tail. Hiro let the puppy go, and he rushed between the legs of the bigger dogs, making a beeline for the white male. As soon as he reached Kyoushiro, he pounced, wrapping his forelegs around the Kishu as best he could. “Kyoushiro!” Teru sobbed happily. “You’re okay!” “Tomoe!” barked the Ohu soldiers. “Weed!” “Tomoe!” John howled. He pushed past his allies, not stopping until he could throw himself onto his daughter, pulling her tightly against his chest. “Gyah!” Tomoe yelped in surprise. “Dad! Dad, I can’t breathe!” “You’re never leaving my sight again!” the General declared. “You hear me!? Never again!” “Weed!” Jerome was the first to approach the brindle. “Are you alright?” “...Fine,” Weed grunted. Jerome’s eyes darkened. “She killed them, didn’t she…?” asked the Shepherd quietly. “She didn’t even give them a chance to surrender. How the hell can everyone support her? She’s so heartless.” “...Those two were dangerous assassins, Weed,” Jerome found himself saying. “I hate to say it, but...maybe it was for the best.” “No!” Weed glared up at Jerome, his intense stare forcing the normally unshakeable male to flinch. “Don’t you say that, Jerome. Kindness can work. The others won’t understand; I need you to be able to.” “...I understand, Weed,” murmured Jerome obediently. “I’m sorry.” “I’ll tell my father about all this when we get to Shiga,” Weed continued. He paused, giving Tomoe a cold stare. “He’ll side with me. I know he will.” As much as Jerome wanted to agree, for some reason he just couldn’t. Not this time. As things began settling down and the story of Tomoe, Kyoushiro and Weed’s battle was told, everyone stood together, looking to their chosen leaders. The Shirogane looked at Tomoe, his gaze noticeably soft and fond. Jirō leaned over towards one of his packmates. “I’ve never seen him look at someone like that before,” he murmured. “You think that Kyoushiro…?” “Maybe, heh,” the other dog replied with a smirk. “That Tomoe sounds like a real badass. Not to mention, she’s kinda pretty…” “Well, Kyoushiro?” Tomoe said, turning to the white male. “Did all this convince you that you could trust me?” “You could say that,” responded Kyoushiro, grinning. “Tomoe, I might not trust adults just yet, but if Ohu’s filled with dogs like you, then maybe it’s a pack worth joining.” “Uh!?” exclaimed GB excitedly. “Does that mean…?” “Yeah,” said Kyoushiro, nodding. Turning to his pack, he lifted his head and shouted firmly. “Starting tonight, this pack fights for Ohu! We’ll take down Hougen and anyone else who wants to make this world an evil place! Any objections?” “No, sir!” Kyoushiro’s packmates cried together, rallied by the Kishu’s words. Tomoe’s smile widened as she gazed at the male. “Thanks, Kyoushiro,” she said. “You won’t regret this. I promise.” “Alright!” Ken cheered. “General John, should we get going?” “Heh, why not?” replied John, licking his chops. “We’re all up; might as well get a head start. What do you say to that, Tomoe?” “Sounds good to me.” Tomoe’s tail wagged; things were starting to come around and she couldn’t be happier. Looking around at her allies, old and new, Tomoe raised her muzzle and issued her order: “Everyone! To Kouga!” “AYE!” Whoosh! A dark blur dashed across the trees, high above the heads of Gin and Julius. They’d been traveling nonstop since leaving the stream, and though it took hours, they’d reached the land of Kouga rather quickly. Sticking to the shadows and forests, they were to avoid whatever loyalists of Hougen were living in the Shiga Prefecture. Gin’s ear flicked at the noise. Julius, however, had a more animated reaction. “What the!?” the young Shepherd yelped, looking around quickly. He couldn’t see anything, but as his ears swiveled, he could hear more sounds of movement. “What the hell’s up there? Monkeys?” “Haha…” Gin chuckled softly. The youngster had never been to this area; it only made sense that he was confused. “Don’t be afraid. Those are the Kouga dogs. They’re ninjas, remember? Like Akame.” “Oh…” Julius settled down slightly, though his eyes still remained on the leaves and branches overhead. “What are they doing up this late? Even ninja dogs have to sleep, right?” “There’s always at least one dog patrolling the territory,” the Akita explained. “They have to make sure no one comes across their base, the Kouga Village. They should recognize me as an ally. They might be on their way to alert Tesshin as we speak.” The forest cleared away slightly as the pair continued forward. A large wall of stone separated the lower section of the forest from the land above. Gin stopped in front of it, looking up expectantly. Julius waited behind him. “Little brother,” Gin barked. “Are you up there?” There was a pause. A dog slowly began to appear at the top of the wall, looking down at Gin with an affectionate gaze. His spotted coat and pale mohawk made him instantly recognizable. This was Tesshin, leader of the Kouga. “Gin,” the male began kindly. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” “I’ll say,” Gin chuckled. He turned to his young friend. “This is Julius. You might remember him from your visits, the little scamp that wouldn’t stop following after John.” “Er, yo,” Julius greeted awkwardly. This was his first real meeting with the Kouga, and it was obvious he wasn’t quite sure how to talk to him just yet. “How’s it goin’?” “Ah, I remember you.” Tesshin smiled. “Nice to meet you, Julius. You both look like you could use a long rest. What happened?” “It’s a long story…” Gin lowered his head a bit. “Just know that there’s a big situation, one that’ll affect all of Japan unless we do something about it. John and some others should be here soon enough. We can discuss it all then.” “Very well. Gin, Julius, please.” The Kouga suddenly leapt down the hill, landing gracefully in front of the two travelers. “Follow me. I’ll take you both to the healing spring.” Gin let out a slow, relieved sigh as he followed Tesshin’s lead. Though he didn’t show it on his face, his body ached with each step he took. There was nothing he wanted to do more than finally heal his wounds and return to his former glory. Morning arrived at the recovering Paradise. Mel was off on his own, dashing along a snowy path after a pheasant. The puppy had gone on solo hunts a few times before, despite the offerings of other dogs to accompany him. Mel wanted to be a capable male; hunting on his own helped him to strengthen his body and sharpen his mind. Besides, the other dogs could focus on looking out for enemies. The pheasant, tired from flying, began fluttering down towards the ground. Excitedly, Mel sped up. The bird noticed him, and prepared to take off, when the Golden Retriever puppy pounced. Mel slid down a snowy slope, tumbling with the bird as he struggled to get its neck in his jaws. The pheasant screeched in fear, before letting out a sharp shriek. Mel landed on his paws at the bottom of the slope, clutching his prize in exhaustion. He’d done it! “I really did it!” Mel exclaimed. “Oh my gosh! I can’t wait to show everybody! My first kill!” “Oi.” Mel jumped, turning around quickly. A group of dogs, around seven in total, were standing at the top of the slope, looking down at the puppy with dark expressions on their faces. Mel began to shiver. He didn’t recognize them as Ohu males or dogs from Mutsu. Something wasn’t right. Mel began backing away and suddenly took off. “Oi, brat!” one of them shouted. They began chasing after the pup. “Stop running!” Mel refused. These dogs...they had to be enemies of some sort. The puppy felt fangs scrape against his leg. With a yelp, Mel tripped, crashing into the snow. His kill fell from his maw; one of the older males grabbed it, smirking. “Why’d you run?” one of the males, their leader, Mel presumed, demanded. “We just wanted to ask for directions.” “D-Directions?” said Mel fearfully. “Yeah,” the leading male barked. “Where’s Futago Pass? We heard Ohu needs males, so we came from Tochigi to join.” The explanation failed to allay Mel’s suspicions. Still, running was no longer an option. The seven males were now surrounding him, all flashing him fake, toothy grins that made sure to show each and every one of their fangs. Mel swallowed, before pointing with his muzzle in the direction he’d been running in. “Keep going that way…” he began slowly. “If you go straight, pass the highway, you’ll reach Futago Pass.” “See?” the leader chuckled. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He turned, flicking his tail in the puppy’s face. “Let’s go!” Mel watched quietly as the group began heading in the direction he’d pointed out. It was then he’d noticed one of them carrying his pheasant. He gasped. “Hey…!” he cried. “That’s mine!” “Is it?” the male asked, turning to Mel and giving him a glare that practically screamed malicious intent. Mel didn’t say anymore, choosing to stare at his paws. The sound of paws faded away; only then did Mel look back up. The group was gone. Mel’s brow furrowed slightly. He needed to report this to Ben. Mel got up and began padding in the real direction of the Pass, towards Gajou. When he was far enough away, however, the group of dogs appeared at the stop of the slope, looking down after the puppy. The leader sneered. “After him.”