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myscenic · 7 months ago

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Part I | Part II coming soon :>

Pairing: incubus!jung sungchan x prince!male!reader

Genre: royalty au, smut

Warnings: unprotected sex (don't irl!!), swearing, big dick sungchan (yes, again, handjob (r. receiving), blowjob (sc. receiving), cum eating, slight gore, character deaths, (tough reader turns into a sub real quick ijbol), and more (i realized this was too long so I cut it into 2 parts), pls lmk if there's any mistakes :)

Word Count: 3.8k+

Synopsis: I just realized i forgot to write this lmao

𖤐 Note: this was inspired by smth, but i can't remember about what it was, so💀 still can't believe I got so many notes from my last fic, thank u guys sm!! im not really a good smut writer as im still learning, this rlly motivates me to write more but i think ima need to write more non smut fics to calm myself down-

y/n, the prince of the y/l/n's, stood before his father, the king, in the grand hall of the castle. the air was heavy with tension as the king addressed the group of knights assembled before him. y/n's heart pounded with a mix of apprehension and determination.

"my loyal knights," the king began, his voice commanding and authoritative. "i have called you here today to address a grave matter that has plagued our kingdom. people have been vanishing without a trace, and we cannot turn a blind eye any longer."

y/n's father's eyes bore into each knight's soul, his gaze unwavering. "i hereby command each and every one of you to investigate this matter. find out what is happening, and put an end to this menace that plagues our land."

the knights nodded in unison, their resolve firm. y/n stepped forward, his voice filled with determination. "i will lead the charge, father. i swear to you that i will uncover the truth and bring justice to those who have suffered."

the king's gaze softened, pride gleaming in his eyes. "i have faith in you, my son."

with their orders given, y/n and his fellow knights set off towards the town where the disappearances had been occurring. the moon hung high in the sky as y/n's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and unease. he knew that his duty as a prince went beyond protecting the kingdom; it was about safeguarding its people from the unknown horrors that lurked in the shadows.

as they ventured deeper into the small village, y/n's senses heightened. it was as if the very air crackled with an otherworldly energy. suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the silence, sending shivers down y/n's spine. without hesitation, he motioned for his fellow knights to follow him, leading the charge towards the source of the disturbance.

the house loomed before them, its windows shrouded in darkness. y/n's grip tightened around his sword as he prepared for the worst. he exchanged glances with his comrades, their eyes reflecting a mix of determination and concern.

with a swift kick, y/n pushed open the creaking door, revealing a scene of eerie stillness. the room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the worn-out furniture. but what caught y/n's attention were the lifeless bodies of his fellow knights, piled together in a haunting display.

a sense of dread washed over y/n as he scanned across the room. he knew that the incubus, sungchan, was responsible for this mess. the prince's eyes darted around the room, searching for any signs of the demon's presence.

but as y/n turned his gaze back to the lifeless bodies, a flicker of movement caught his eye. in the corner of the room, a figure emerged from the shadows, revealing the horns first, then the enigmatic and alluring form of sungchan himself.

"well, well, well, isn't this the prince of the y/l/n’s?" sungchan's voice dripped with a mix of amusement and malice as he sauntered towards y/n, his eyes filled with a predatory gleam. "ah~ your knights. don't worry about them, my dear prince. i've taken good care of them. i'm sure they're in a better place now~”

y/n's eyes narrowed, his grip on his sword tightening. "you monster! what have you done to them?"

sungchan chuckled, his voice a seductive melody. "oh, nothing too permanent, my prince~ just a little taste of pleasure and pain. they were quite...entertaining."

y/n's rage consumed him, fueling his every action as he swiftly gripped his sword and lunged towards sungchan, determined to exact his revenge. but to his astonishment, sungchan effortlessly flickered his hand, causing the sword to be flung away across the room. y/n's eyes widened in disbelief, his heart pounding in his chest.

a wicked grin spread across sungchan's lips as he taunted y/n. "is this all you've got, my dear prince? such a disappointment~" his voice dripped with amusement and superiority, relishing in the power dynamic that had shifted in his favor.

y/n then tried to punch sungchan in the face. but before y/n could touch him, sungchan swiftly moved, his movements fluid and graceful. he reached out and gripped y/n's wrist with an iron grip, overpowering him effortlessly. with a sudden, forceful motion, sungchan flung y/n onto the bed, causing the prince to crash onto the soft mattress.

y/n's body sprawled across the bed, his mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events. he struggled to regain his composure, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. anger still burned within him, but it was now mingled with a sense of vulnerability and helplessness.

sungchan loomed over y/n, his presence dominating the space. his dark, seductive eyes bore into y/n's, relishing in the control he held. "oh, my prince, you truly are a sight to behold when you're filled with rage. but sadly, you can't do anything now."

y/n's muscles tensed as he attempted to free himself from sungchan's grip, but it was useless. he could feel the power emanating from sungchan, an otherworldly force that left him powerless to resist. the realization of his own vulnerability sent a shiver down his spine.

sungchan's voice was a low, sultry whisper as he leaned in closer, his breath caressing y/n's ear. "don't worry, my prince. i have no intention of causing you any harm... yet. consider this a taste of what's to come. your defiance only adds to the pleasure I derive from breaking you."

y/n's mind raced, his emotions a tumultuous whirlwind. he knew he had to find a way to escape sungchan's clutches, to protect himself and his knights. but the odds seemed insurmountable, and the path to victory obscured by sungchan's overwhelming power.

as y/n lay on the bed, his body still tingling from the impact, he braced himself for what lay ahead. the battle had taken an unexpected turn.

sungchan's eyes glinted with a mix of mischief and desire as he slowly crawled over y/n, his movements sinuous and deliberate. he leaned in close, his lips barely grazing the shell of y/n's ear as he whispered, his voice dripping with tantalizing promises.

"i was hoping for a show, my dear prince," sungchan purred while playing with y/n’s hair, a sultry smirk playing on his lips. "but i guess i'll have to take matters into my own hands."

y/n's heart raced, a mixture of fear and curiosity filling his mind. he couldn't help but ask, his voice laced with a hint of defiance, "w-what are you going to do?..."

sungchan's laughter filled the room. "oh, my sweet prince, you'll find out soon enough~”

with a swift motion, sungchan raised his hand, his fingertips glowing with an eerie, otherworldly energy. he whispered spells under his breath.

y/n's vision blurred, his consciousness fading away as he succumbed to the power of sungchan's magic. in the span of a few seconds, his body went limp, collapsing onto the bed as he slipped into unconsciousness.

"now, my prince, it's time for the real show to begin," sungchan murmured. he traced a finger along y/n's jawline, his touch sending shivers down the prince's spine even in his unconscious state.

after a few seconds, y/n's eyes fluttered open, his consciousness returning to him in a haze. as his senses slowly awakened, he became acutely aware of the chill in the air against his exposed skin. his heart pounded in his chest as his gaze fell upon his torn clothes strewn across the floor, leaving him completely vulnerable and exposed.

a mixture of shock and horror washed over y/n as his eyes shifted to sungchan, who knelt between his legs with a sinister smirk playing on his lips. sungchan's fingers danced along y/n's inner thighs, teasingly tracing the contours of his skin. The sight of sungchan toying with his hardened cock sent a shiver of pleasure mixed with humiliation down y/n's spine.

"y-you monster!" y/n's voice trembled with a mix of anger and humiliation. "how dare y-you!"

sungchan's laughter filled the room, a chilling sound that reverberated in y/n's ears. "how dare me?~" he purred, "then why is your body reacting to me?~"

sungchan leaned in closer, his breath hot against y/n's ear as he whispered, his voice laced with both menace and seduction. "you look so hot under my touch~"

y/n's body trembled, a tint of pink appeared on his cheeks. he knew this was wrong and he was embarrassed. the prince wanted to defend himself but there was no chance.

as y/n attempted to move his hands, panic washed over him. his heart raced, his breathing quickened, but his efforts were met with resistance. he glanced down, his eyes widening in horror as he realized his hands were magically pinned to the bed headboard, leaving him completely at sungchan's touch.

a mix of fear and rage coursed through y/n's veins as he struggled against the invisible restraints, his body straining against the unyielding magic that held him captive. "let me go, you fucking devil!" he spat, his voice laced with defiance and desperation.

sungchan's eyes glinted with muse, relishing in the power he held over y/n. he leaned in closer, his breath hot against y/n's face as he whispered, his voice dripping with wicked amusement. "oh, my prince, don’t you wanna have some fun?~"

a wicked smile played on sungchan's lips as he observed the war within y/n. "you see, my prince, your defiance only makes this game more playful..."

sungchan's eyes gleamed with a mixture of admiration and sadistic pleasure as he praised y/n, his voice dripping with lust and power. "my, my, my, what a handsome prince you are," he crooned, his gaze fixated on y/n's exposed body. "and that beautiful cock of yours, it's simply irresistible."

a wicked giggle escaped sungchan's lips as he relished in the control he held over y/n's body. his fingers wrapped around y/n's throbbing length, his touch both teasing and torturous. "are you ready to have some fun, my dear prince?" he taunted, his voice laced with seduction.

y/n's anger burned within him, his defiance still present, but as sungchan's hand began to stroke his cock, an involuntary moan escaped his lips. the pleasure mingled with his anger, forming a chaotic mix of sensations that left him both frustrated and achingly aroused.

"y-you... ah~" y/n stammered, his voice filled with a mix of anger and reluctant pleasure. "you son of a... f-fuck!" his words were choked off by a moan as sungchan expertly played with the tip of his cock, rubbing circles that sent waves of overstimulation coursing through his body.

sungchan's laughter filled the room. "how cute~," he purred, his voice a seductive melody. "i definitely prefer this side of you more~"

sungchan's seductive words and skilled touch continued to push y/n closer to the edge of pleasure, but amidst the overwhelming sensations, a surge of anger and defiance coursed through him. his frustration reached its peak, and with a voice strained with desire and fury, he managed to utter, "i-im gonna... ah~ fucking kill... y-you, fuck!"

y/n's words were punctuated by a moan, his body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and rage. sungchan's relentless pace only heightened his need, pushing him further and further towards the edge.

sungchan's ears perked up at y/n's outburst, a wicked grin spreading across his face. he tightened his grip around y/n's throbbing cock, his fingers teasingly tracing along the sensitive tip that glistened with precum. a low chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned in closer, his voice dripping with amusement and a hint of sadistic pleasure.

"what was that, prince?" sungchan taunted. "did i hear a threat? how charming." his fingers continued to play with y/n's leaking tip, receiving a gasp from the prince. "but let me remind you, y/n, that here, in this moment, you are mine. and you can’t do anything about it."

y/n's breath hitched as sungchan's fingers circled and teased, his body betraying him in the most intimate of ways. each touch, each stroke of sungchan's fingers pushed y/n closer to the edge, the desire for release becoming unbearable.

y/n's body shivered as his orgasm crashed over him, shooting white ropes all over on his body and sungchan’s hands. hee panted heavily, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. sweat clung to his forehead and his body trembled with a mix of pleasure and exhaustion. but as y/n tried to catch his breath, sungchan's chuckle filled the room, shattering the brief moment of respite.

"oh, y/n~," sungchan taunted. "i'm not done with you yet." his fingers, still coated with y/n's sticky cum, descended towards the prince's stomach. with a twisted smirk, sungchan scooped up the milky fluid, bringing it to his lips.

y/n's eyes widened in disbelief as sungchan proceeded to eat his own cum, his gaze locked with the prince's. lust danced in sungchan's eyes as he savored the taste, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "mm~ you taste so fucking amazing," he purred. "i can't wait to have more of you later."

before y/n could react or utter a word, sungchan descended upon him, capturing his lips in a passionate, possessive kiss. sungchan murmured between the kiss, "taste a bit of yourself." sharing y/n's own cum with him.

the taste of the prince’s own cum mingled with both of their mouths, their tongues swirling together. y/n's mind swirled with a mix of emotions, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

sungchan released y/n's hands from the headboard, granting him a momentary sense of relief. y/n flexed his fingers, feeling the tingling sensation return as blood rushed back into his limbs. his cock was still throbbing, but a glimmer of defiance remained in his eyes.

sungchan observed y/n's reaction with a satisfied smirk, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and lust. "looks like someone's eager for more, huh?" he taunted, his voice oozing with dominance. "don’t worry, I’ll give you everything~"

y/n tried to defend himself but nothing came out of his mouth. did the heroic side of him got consumed by the devil?

sungchan's cock was a sight to behold, long and thick, with prominent veins pulsating along its length. it stood proudly before y/n, an imposing presence that both excited and intimidated him.

y/n couldn't help but gaze at the impressive member before him, his eyes tracing every contour, every throbbing vein that ran along its shaft. the sight of it made his mouth water, his own desire growing with each passing second. he could feel his own arousal building, a mix of curiosity and a hunger to experience the pleasure that sungchan's cock promised.

sungchan's voice cut through the air, dripping with confidence and a hint of dominance. "you're in for a wild ride, my prince," he declared, his smirk widening as he gave his cock a few pumps, accentuating its size and hardness. y/n gulped at the sight, feeling nervous but also excited to try it at the same time.

"i know you're eager," sungchan continued, his voice laced with a commanding tone. "but take it slow first if you want. so that you can savor every inch of me." his words hung in the air, a seductive invitation that y/n couldn't resist.

y/n wanted to please sungchan, to feel the fullness of him inside him. with a mixture of anticipation and excitement, y/n leaned forward, his lips hovering just above the swollen head of sungchan's cock.

as y/n's lips brushed against the swollen head of sungchan's cock, a wave of realization crashed over him. what have i gotten myself into? he thought to himself, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through his veins. the boundaries he had once held so firmly were now blurred, and he found himself venturing into uncharted territory.

the taste of sungchan's arousal filled y/n's mouth, a heady combination of salt and musk that sent a jolt of desire straight to his core. his tongue swirled around the velvety flesh, exploring each ridge and pulsating vein with a newfound hunger. it was an act of submission, a surrendering of control that both thrilled and terrified him.

as y/n continued to take sungchan deeper into his mouth, he couldn't help but blush at the way sungchan responded. the low, guttural moans that escaped his lips fueled y/n's own arousal, reminding him of the power he held over sungchan's pleasure.

and as y/n's mouth continued to work tirelessly, he knew that once he crossed this line, there would be no turning back. but the allure of the unknown, the promise of pleasure that lay just beyond his grasp, was too enticing to resist.

sungchan's voice dripped with arrogance as he uttered his words, his dominance palpable. "i know you can take it all in, baby," he said, his tone laced with a smug confidence. and without any warning, he thrust his length y/n didn't take earlier into his mouth.

y/n's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and pleasure flooding his senses. the sudden intrusion made him gag, the sensation of sungchan's cock hitting the back of his throat sending shivers down his spine. his mouth stretched to accommodate the sheer size, saliva pooling around his lips as he struggled to find his breath.

drool trickled down the corners of y/n's mouth, a display of his submission and the overwhelming stimulation he was experiencing. he fought against his instinct to resist, allowing sungchan's cock to fill his mouth completely.

sungchan's grip tightened in y/n's hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he maintained control. "that's it, take it all," he commanded, his voice a husky growl. The mixture of y/n's gagging and drooling seemed to fuel sungchan's arousal, his hips instinctively thrusting forward, seeking more of y/n's warm wetness.

y/n's eyes watered as he struggled to find a rhythm, his throat constricting around sungchan's cock as he fought to suppress his gag reflex.

sungchan's voice filled the room once again, this time with a hint of admiration. "you've given me the best blowjob of my life, fuckkk~" he praised, his words causing a surge of pride and satisfaction to wash over y/n. the validation that he had pleased sungchan in such a profound way fueled his desire to continue, to push himself even further.

y/n's heart swelled at the praise, a mixture of pleasure and happiness flooding his senses. the thought that he had brought sungchan so much pleasure, that he had exceeded his expectations, filled him with an intoxicating sense of fulfillment.

but sungchan's words quickly shifted the focus back to the present. "i'm almost there, baby," he announced, his voice laced with a sense of urgency. it was a warning, a signal that the climax was close and y/n's purpose was to bring sungchan to that peak of ecstasy.

as sungchan's thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on y/n's hair tightened, a silent demand for y/n to keep going, to push him over the edge.

y/n's mouth continued to work tirelessly, his lips and tongue coaxing every last drop of pleasure from sungchan's cock. the taste of sungchan's essence filled his senses, pushing him closer to the edge of his own release.

with one final thrust, sungchan's body tensed, his grip on y/n's hair becoming almost painful. a guttural moan escaped his lips as he spilled his seed into y/n's eager mouth. the taste of sungchan's release sent shockwaves of pleasure through y/n's body, his own orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave.

sungchan cupped y/n's flushed cheeks, his touch both possessive and tender. "swallow it all," he commanded, his voice dripping with a mix of dominance and affection. y/n obediently followed, swallowing every last drop of sungchan's essence.

sungchan's smirk widened as he watched y/n comply with his order. "say 'ah'," he teased, his tone laced with amusement. y/n opened his mouth, his cheeks still flushed from their intense encounter, and let out a soft, breathless "ah."

sungchan's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he praised y/n, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and arousal. "good boy," he whispered, his words sending a shiver of pleasure down y/n's spine.

y/n's blush deepened at sungchan's teasing words.

sungchan leaned in closer, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "you like being called a good boy, don't you?" he taunted, his words causing a surge of arousal to course through y/n's veins. the combination of sungchan's dominance and y/n's submissive nature created an intoxicating dynamic that left him craving for more.

y/n's gaze shifted away, his cheeks red. he hesitantly nodded in response to sungchan's teasing words, unable to deny the truth in them.

sungchan chuckled softly, his voice dripping with amusement. "aww, that's cute," he teased, his words laced with a hint of affection. the playful tone in his voice served to both tease and reassure y/n.

y/n bit his lip, unable to hide the bashful smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.

sungchan leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over y/n's ear as he whispered, "you're such a good boy, y/n. i love how eager you are to please me. this attitude is so much better than the heroic, bravery side of yours~" his words sent shivers down y/n's spine, his body responding to the praise and affirmation in the most primal of ways.

sungchan then looked down and saw that y/n had came without being touched. a mischievous giggle escaped his lips, causing y/n's blush to deepen even further.

"aw, baby," sungchan teased, his voice filled with playful amusement. "did you just come untouched?" he asked.

y/n's face turned a deeper shade of crimson immediately.

"it's alright," sungchan said, his tone gentle and comforting. "i'm glad i made you feel good. your pleasure is important to me~"

sungchan leaned closer, his breath ghosting over y/n's ear. "i have so much more in store for you, baby," he whispered. "you're going to be begging for more." he said the last sentence seductively making y/n gasp.

sungchan gently guided y/n to lay back on the bed, his touch both tender and commanding. he positioned himself on top of y/n, their bodies aligned in a sensual embrace. leaning in, sungchan captured y/n's lips in a passionate kiss, devouring y/n hungrily.

their lips molded together in a heated dance, tongues tangling in a fervent rhythm. sungchan's hands roamed over y/n's body, tracing the contours of his skin with a mix of possessiveness and adoration. as their kiss deepened, sungchan couldn't resist the temptation to leave his mark on y/n's exposed skin.

lowering his lips to y/n's neck, sungchan began to suck and nip at the sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of red marks in his wake.

moving downward, sungchan continued his actions, lavishing attention on y/n's collarbone. his tongue traced along the bone, leaving a wet trail in its wake.

y/n's breath hitched, a chorus of moans and gasps escaping his lips as sungchan marked him as his own.

sungchan's voice dripped with desire as he whispered against y/n's skin, his breath hot against the marks he had left. "you're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his words laced with a mixture of reverence and lust. sungchan couldn't help but be captivated by y/n's allure, secretly enjoying each and every moment.

#kpop fanfic #kpop x male reader #kpop male reader #kpop x male reader smut #riize x male reader #jung sungchan x male reader #sungchan x male reader

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giggly-squiggily · 5 days ago

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Nap Time's Over (Windbreaker)

Hi hello YES! This fic was created after me and @intheticklecloset were yelling about Windbreaker- we've came to the conclusion that Choji needs to be tickled and this is the result akjreakjrkjej Thank you friend for yelling about these dorks with me and helping me feel inspired to write them! :D I hope y'all like it!

Summary: Choji's being oh so annoying, and while Togame can usually ignore it, today he decides to remind the tiny leader what happens with you bug him during "Nap time"

“Kame! Kame, Kame, Kame!” Choji’s voice found him before his eyes did. The smaller teen was sitting on him, pawing at his chest like an excited puppy. “Kame, wake up! We’re gonna go do stuff!”

“Nah. Way too tired.” Togame let out an exaggerated yawn as he tossed an arm overhead, blocking out the sunshine. “Go on without me. Bring me back something good to eat.”

“Kame!” Choji’s voice was one long whine, piercing to others but normal to the taller boy. He pawed at him more, grabbing his Gi and shaking him a little while he continued pestering the brunette. “It’s your last few days off before the fall festivals begin! You can’t just sleep through all of them! There’s pumpkins to carve, members to scare, candy!” He leaned in real close and grabbed Togame’s cheeks, forcing him into an open eyed fish expression as he leaned in. “The good candy.”

“Sounds good.” Togame managed out, muffled by the intensity of Choji’s squish. “Bring me back something with caramel in it.”

“AH!” Choji let out a toddler scream and flopped forward, face first into Togame’s chest as he batted his fist gently against him. “You lazy goober! Don’t make me do this alone!”

Togame was fighting down his laughter, deeply amused by Choji’s antics. He made it a point to keep his eyes closed, hoping the twitching smile on his lips came off as a more relaxed one. Eventually, the pounding stopped, and he could feel Choji’s mind working on what to do next.

Fingers in his ribs made him nearly shoot up with a gasp. “Choji!”

“Come on! Play with me! Play!” Choji demanded as he danced his fingers into the spots along Togame’s upper ribs. “Get up and play with me, Kame-WHOA!”

Now- normally Togame would let the gremlin have his fun. He didn’t necessarily mind being tickled; and if it made Choji happy, so be it.

Today however was far too perfect of napping conditions to let him do so. If the little booger wanted to play so badly, then they’d play alright.

“Fine, fine- have it your way.” Togame shifted his weight so he had Choji semi pinned, encasing him in his arms like a bear. Within a matter of minutes, he had his fingers flying across the honey blonde’s own ribs. “Let’s play a game, Choji!”

“AH!” Another scream, this one of delight as the smaller boy flailed and kicked in his arms. “Kahahahahahme! Gehahahahhaa, Kahahhahame, you chehehahhhahater! Stahhahahaa! Aheahahhahaha, thihihihis iihihihisn’t whahhahat I meahhahahahant!”

“Aww, what’s wrong? Can’t finish the fight you started?” Togame cooed at him, one arm tightly gripping Choji while his other hand kneaded along his sides, focusing his efforts into the softer bits. “I’m surprised- you’re usually the one who always wants to fight! Where’s that bravo? Come on, show it to me.”

“Ghehahahahahhahhaha! AHEHEHAHA!” The tiny leader let out a shrill scream when his belly was scribbled at, kicking harder than ever within his best friend’s arms. His body became an octopus- all limbs slapping and flailing against Togame without much thought. Despite it all, he didn’t make any real attempts to get away. They both knew Choji could easily escape if desired.

That just made the entire situation even more entertaining.

“What? Does someone like this?” Togame cooed sweetly, relishing in the fact Choji had yet to say stop or tap out. “Do you like it when I tickle you? Huh? Aren’t you a cutie pie- yes you are! Yes you are!”

“Yohohoohohohu sohoohhoohund like a creheheheheppy ohoohohold mahahhahan!” Choji argued, only to let out a blood curdling scream. “I’M SHAHAHAHRRY! I TAHAHAHKE IT BAHAHHACK! I TAHAHHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHHACK!”

“You better! Who are you calling old?” Togame all but wheezed at Choji’s noises, jabbing at his belly button a few more times before bringing his hands back to his hips. Still an explosive reaction, but not nearly as deafening. “I’ve just got an older spirit! I’ve lived many lives before this one!”

“Crihiihihispy ohohohohold mahahhan! Gheha-AHAHHAHA OOHOHOKAY OHOHOHOKAY I’LL STHAHAHHP! KKAHAHHAHAME!” Choji was once again shrieking, his thighs being the newest spot for Togame’s revenge. “NOHOHOHOT MY CHIHIHIHICKEN THIHIHIHGHS!”

“Mm, chicken. We should get some after this. Damn- now you got me thinking about food.” Togame tsked good naturedly, giving Choji one last drill into his ribs before holding him tight. “Are you gonna behave?”

“Nohohoho!” Choji shook his head, nearly breaking the sound barrier once more when Togami pressed into his gut. “Yhehehehs! Yhehehehs!”

“You gonna let me nap in peace today?”

“Suhuuhuhre! Suhuuhuhure haheahhahaha!”

“Promise?”

“I PROOOHOHOMISE!” Finally he was released. Choji rolled out of Togame’s arms and onto his knees, giggling as he held his belly. “Ahheheahha! Hehahhhahha! O-Oohohohow! I thihihink you scraahhatched me!”

“Did I?” Choji gestured for him to look, but the second Togame leaned in, he was immediately thumped in the forehead. “Ow! What?”

“That’s what you get, you cretin!” Choji puffed his chest up, trying to look angry. Togame blinked at him, stunned silent.

Seconds later, neither could hold back their laughter.

“Whahahat the hehehell? Whohoho calls someone a creehehetin?” Togame gasped out, nearly in tears with how hard he was laughing. Choji all but fell off the roof with his giggles, holding his belly and wiping at his flushed cheeks. “Thahahat broke my heahhart!”

“Aheahhaha! Yeah, yeah.” Choji snickered as he reached out, petting Togame’s bangs down and smoothing out the red spot. “Bye bye blackbird! Take the pain away!”

Togame snorted, leaning into the head pats as he sat up properly, rolling out his neck. “You’re lucky you’re cute, sunshine. Anyone else who disturbs my naps would be sleeping with the fish right now.” He stood up, grabbing his jacket and gesturing for the other to do the same. “Let’s go get something to eat. All that talk about chicken earlier made me hungry.”

“Yay!” Choji was leaping off the roof and rolling to the ground with ease, already running ahead. “Come on Kame! Before the fresh stuff runs out!” As soon as Togame was within hand distance, he grabbed it and took off, dragging him behind as he sang out more happy songs.

“Slow down- I’m an old man in a past life!” Togame called out with mock complaints, laughing too as he was taken to the nearest restaurant. If it made his sunshine happy, that’s what mattered to him.

He supposed he could nap later.

Thanks for reading!

#windbreaker #tickle #tickle fic #choji tomiyama #togame jo #fluff #can be read either platonic or romantic roll a die and see what you get hehehe #but seriously we need more Lee!Choji in this fandom and I'll gladly provide #dorks being dorks cause yas

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runawaymun · 20 days ago

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Have you ever just stared at an idea and couldn't write it? You want to buy it's so you tailored that no one will read it, in fact your scared that people who ship the rare pair might be disappointed with it.

If so how do you deal with it because I am struggling. I lost a lot of my creative drive because I feel like no one wants to hear my stories. Has that ever happened to you?

Sorry to come in and like have a big sad in you inbox but I love your work and I always wonder if other people with such amazing work feel this way too.

Ah, nonnie, you sent this in a little while ago and I was laid flat, so I'm so sorry that it has taken me this long to reply!

But yes, this has happened to me! I think it's very natural. The only way you can get past it is by saying fuck it tbh. Write what you want to write; write what makes you happy!

I thought Stars was going to be way too hyperspecific to me. I hadn't really seen anything like it, and platonic OC & Canon Character fics as a whole rarely see any popularity, but I wrote it with my whole chest and surprisingly it resonated with a lot of people. That happened with Brimbrond (there were like, I think three people who shipped it at the time I started writing Partake), and now with my Zhongli x Baizhu fics, Genshin is such a large fandom and it is such a rarepair. Zhongli is attached to one of the most popular fics in the fandom and Baizhu is simply rarely ever written about. But I love them. And I feel that way about Dehya and Baizhu, too, and plan on writing stuff for them and making art.

Truly the only way to get past this is to write what you love. You don't even have to post it. Write what you want to read. It helps if you can find even one other person who ships the ship and likes your work, and the two of you can scream about it together. I know it really sucks when it feels like no one's reading your work. I've had flop fics myself, and it happens especially with art since people just don't reblog as much as they used to. It can be really discouraging. But you have to do it for you.

If it's really bothering you, then maybe take a step back and just don't post anything. You don't have to post it at all. Write it without posting. Let it be Bad, even. Put your whole chest into it, write whatever tropes you want, skip around. If you're bored then don't write it. If you aren't having fun, don't write it. Skip all the uninteresting parts and just write the shippy nonsense you want to read.

I guess what I keep wanting to say and keep repeating ad nauseam is that you really, really cannot be writing for others. Again, believe me, I know it's disheartening when something flops and you feel like no one wants to read your work, but that's where you have to decide that you're going to write for you.

And if you're burnt out and absolutely nothing is fun, then take a step back and just read. Like, fanfic sure, but I mean a physical book. It'll exfoliate your brain. Read for fun. If you aren't enjoying the book then don't be afraid to DNF it. Play a good story-based video game if that's your thing. Watch a show or a movie and really pay attention to it. When I'm lacking inspiration and everything Feels Bad sometimes I just need to get some input. As it was described to me years ago: your writing brain is like a well. You have to pour good stuff into it. Nothing is written in a vacuum, and if you're struggling to make anything come out it may be because your well is empty, and you just need to top it up a bit.

Anyway, yeah. Enjoy some good fiction. Kill the critic inside your head. Write for you. I am pretty much terrified 100% of the time when I am writing and posting that it won't be good, it'll flop, no one will like it, etc. etc. But you absolutely cannot let that paralyze you into not creating. Don't let the critic in your head win. Tell yourself it doesn't have to be good. Repeat that over and over. It's okay if it's bad. It's okay if it's bad. No one even has to see it.

Plus, when it comes to rough drafts --- accept that it is going to be bad. You are just shoveling sand into a box to build castles with later.

If you want to post, please try to remember that it is a gift to the community. It is a privilege that we get to read other people's work. For FREE. For FUN. And make friends doing it! You do not owe anyone anything. At risk of sounding like a broken record: please, please, please write for you and no one else. If you choose to share it that is up to you, and the rest of us say fucking thank you. The inner critic never goes away. That fear never goes away. I'm so serious. But it's fake. It's so fake. It doesn't matter. Imagine it in a silly, stupid little voice (mine sounds like a whiny kylo ren or sometimes like Donald Trump, and then it's easy to dispel). Tell it to shut up. If it's like 'this is awful' then say 'that's okay. I'm having fun', and if it's like 'no one will read it,' then say 'that's okay, i'm writing it for me,' and then write what you want to write, because you like it and want to read it. Fuck it you ball.

#i repeated myself so much in here but god nonnie I cannot express how universal a feeling this is #and that's not to invalidate it -- that's to say it's INCREDIBLY valid #i'm so sorry i wish i could say it goes away #it doesn't #but the only cure for it is to say 'fuck it we ball' and write what makes you happy #otherwise you will be miserable #writing #this is an ongoing process #i don't know of a single writer who is 100% confident in their work #not even professional ones #i've read so many books on writing and interviews from pro writers and everyone has the same problem #you aren't alone #but the contentification of fanfic and fanart is such a fucking plague #you are not making content for engagement #you are making art

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seangelfish · 1 year ago

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A/N: I was looking through the drafts of my old blog and found this perfectly written out fic, but it was never posted. So, here it is now! I want to write more Kanata fics since he's my first lover, so please keep a look out...! Anyway, enjoy!! ♡(>ᴗ•)

Dorm life

Kanata Shinkai x Reader ♡ Tags: Fluff, established relationship (with Kanata), romance, platonic relationships with Hiyori and Rinne, she/her pronouns ♡ Word count: 1,746 ♡ Synopsis: Kanata has invited you over for the first time! He’s really excited to have you around and so are his roommates. This is inspired by one of Hiyori’s idol stories: ‘How’s The Weather With All Three Together?’

“I’m home!” Hiyori called out, but no response was given.

He was confused as he was always greeted by someone when he came back from work.

“Is no one at home?” he questioned, reminding himself of his roommates’ announcements this morning. “No… there should be someone… Shall I try that again?”

Kanata looked up and finally said, “I can hear you, Mr. Sunshine~”

“Kanata?!” exclaimed Hiyori, startled. “Were you intentionally ignoring me?”

Kanata giggled, “Yes, I thought it would be ‘funny!’”

“I’d appreciate an immediate reply, you know!”

“Okay then, welcome back~”

Hiyori sighed, tossing his bag to the side. He wasn’t mad at Kanata or anything, in fact, his face was drawn with a smile. Kanata was so childlike and innocent, you just couldn’t help but smile along with him.

“Is that why (Y/N) likes you?” Hiyori muttered to himself, and thankfully, Kanata didn’t catch that.

Hiyori thought of you as one of your close friends, especially since you were so close with Eden due to your childhood friendship with Ibara. Hiyori always wanted the best for you. That’s why he was so curious about your relationship with Kanata the first time you mentioned him. Now that he’s roommates with him, Hiyori could finally see why you must like him so much.

Out of the blue, Rinne burst in with all laughs.

“I’m home!” he announced, smiling ear to ear.

Kanata smiled, “Welcome home~”

“Yes, welcome back,” beamed Hiyori. “Rinne-senpai, you seem really happy.”

“Yep, I did quite well today,” Rinne replied, and they both knew that he meant pachinko and not his idol activities. “I exchanged my winnings for a bunch of snacks. You guys can have some if you like.”

“Oh, then I’ll have a little bit of chocolate then,” said Hiyori.

“Hmm, no,” started Kanata. “But I’ll take the ‘dried sardine’ snacks since I’m full right now. Hehe, it’s free ‘calcium’.”

Suddenly, something caught his eye, and Kanata continued, “Ah, these are (Y/N)’s favourites! I’ll take these too then… She’ll be so happy~ Thank you, Mr. ‘Monarch.’”

Hiyori smiled at this and thought it was cute.

“Wow, so these are the snacks (Y/N) likes?” Rinne asked curiously. “Well, at least she has better taste than you, Kanacchi.”

Kanata pouted at this but decided to let it go anyway.

“Oh, yes…” Kanata began, looking at his two roommates. “I invited (Y/N) over. She’s supposed to be here by four.”

Kanata’s two roommates shot up from their positions in panic.

“What?!” cried Hiyori, eyeing the time which read half past three. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner? Rinne-senpai, go take a shower! Those types of places have that unruly smell that I do not like and (Y/N) probably doesn’t like it either! Kanata, clean up your mess too!”

“I’m on my way, Hiyori-chan!” said Rinne quickly, hurrying into the bathroom.

“Ah!” Kanata began.

“Kanata, what’s the matter?” Hiyori asked as he began to put away all their loose things, but Kanata didn’t need to answer as Rinne, who was in the shower, screamed:

“IT’S COLD AS BALLS!”

Kanata sighed, “I forgot that I was ‘bathing’ before the two of you came back…”

“So, you left the water temperature turned down again… Don’t I always tell you to turn it back up after you have a bath?” said Hiyori. “Also, could you sweep the floor?”

Kanata had picked up the dustpan and began sweeping the floor with a broom. “Again? That’s rude. It’s only the first time this week,” he replied.

“I just know (Y/N) tells you the same thing when you’re using her bathroom,” Hiyori retorted.

Kanata couldn’t help but chuckle at his friend’s statement because it was true. You would say that to him.

Rinne came back sneezing, clearly cold from his freezing shower.

“Man, I just went through hell,” he said with another sneeze.

“You certainly got back fast,” Hiyori acknowledged, “Can you please dust the place?”

“Aye, aye!”

Kanata was confused about why Hiyori was ordering them around. It’s not like Keito was doing a room inspection.

“Kanata, it’s because (Y/N)’s coming over,” Hiyori replied with Rinne agreeing. “You wouldn’t want her to see how messy our dorm is, do you?”

It wasn't that messy, but Kanata agreed anyway. “I guess you’re right. (Y/N) would appreciate that.”

So, the three of them continued to clean the place up until it was sparkling. The floors were spotless, beds were made and pillows fluffed, they even dusted the whole place so you could see your reflection in everything they owned.

Hiyori beamed proudly, “Phew! Well, that’s that!”

“Well done, everyone,” applauded Rinne before his eyes caught the weird object on his bed. “Woah, what the hell is this? Did some cryptic just take over my bed?”

Kanata laughed and corrected him, “It’s a ‘giant isopod’ from the AOUMI aquarium! You can use it as a pillow if you like. Hiyori didn’t like it, so I hope you can keep it.”

“Sure, I’ll take it,” said Rinne. “As a thanks, you can take as many of those snacks. But Kanacchi, shouldn’t you give these plushies to your girlfriend?”

“It’s okay~ I give her all of AOUMI’s new ‘releases’ before they’re even being sold!” Kanata answered happily. “She’ll always be the first person I will ever give ‘merch’ to!”

Hiyori was silent for a moment as he took Kanata’s words in. It just reminded him of the time you would talk about your boyfriend and how happy he made you feel. Hiyori couldn’t help but pinch his roommate’s cheek.

“Huh…? Mr. Sunshine, what was ‘that’ for?” Kanata asked, perplexed.

“Nothing,” Hiyori replied with a soft chuckle.

A knock was heard and Rinne, who was the closest one to the door, opened it. You appeared to them with a smile on your face.

Kanata’s whole demeanour brightened up even more as he ran over to you for a big hug. “(Y/N)!” he cheered, picking you up and twirling you around.

You couldn’t help but smile along with him. Your arms went around his neck as you laughed too. Hiyori and Rinne watched the two of you with a smile on each of their faces.

"Wow, your guys' dorm is pretty clean," you commented, observing the place.

You sat down on Kanata's bed, eyeing how cute his little space in the corner was. He had decorated the space with things that he liked, things that related to the ocean. You watched the small fish swim around the beautifully decorated tank that he had set up beside his bed, but you just couldn't help but eye the photos he had up above his bed frame.

"Yeah, we cleaned up the place before you got here," admitted Rinne. "Now you could praise us and tell us we did a good job!"

"You weren't supposed to tell her that, Rinne-senpai!" Hiyori hissed but backtracked anyway. "So... are you going to say anything?"

Their words went into your ear and out of the next. You were too focused on the photos Kanata had framed. The biggest photo on the wall was just of the sea, but the smaller frames held his most cherished memories.

Kanata couldn't keep his eyes off you, so he instantly noticed what you were staring at. He was on the floor, his head laid on your lap as you stroked his hair lovingly.

"Do you like it?" he asked as he hugged your waist tighter.

You smiled a bit. Your eyes were focused on a particular framed photo. Not of the photo of Kanata's big show with Ryuseitai or his photo with Kaoru and Souma at the aquarium, but of a photo of you and him that was taken by the sea far from Ensemble Square. In the photo, Kanata held both of your hands as if he was dancing with you on the beach; both of you with big smiles on your faces.

But you have never seen this photo before.

"Chiaki took it of us," answered Kanata despite the fact you haven't audibly questioned it yet. "It's my favourite one."

“It’s really cute,” you said as you continued to stroke his hair which he hummed in response. “Haha, you look so adorable in this photo!”

His roommates sat on their own beds, eyeing you two curiously. They were happy to see their friend be treated with so much love by you.

At this time, Rinne was using the giant isopod plushie as a pillow. You recognised the plush right away.

“Oh, did Kanata give you one too, Rinne?”

“You mean the cryptic?” he went. “Yeah, Kanacchi’s so cute like that, isn’t he?”

You giggled, “Yeah! He gave me one too! He always gives me plushies from his aquarium, he’s sweet like that.”

Hiyori couldn’t help but smile at this. Since he was one of your close friends, he couldn’t help but want the best for you, and that included romantic relationships. But now he knew that he didn’t need to worry about you anymore. Kanata was perfect for you, and he could see that you were happy with him.

“I originally gave it to Hiyori,” said Kanata. “But he didn’t want it. Is it really that scary?”

“It’s scary,” you, Rinne and Hiyori simultaneously replied.

Yet you continued, “But it’s cute in its own way.”

The three of you spent the rest of the time together playing games and watching a movie. You ended up cooking a meal to eat with them too. You didn’t want Kanata to cook, and you doubted that Hiyori or Rinne could cook either (considering the fact that Hiyori was a rich boy and Rinne was a monarch).

They applauded your cooking and you all ate together happily, just like a family. By the time you had to go, they begged you to stay.

“You’re always welcome here, (Y/N)!” cried Hiyori dramatically.

“If you ever just want to sleep over, just ask!” said Rinne. “Just don’t perform inappropriate activities with Kana—”

“Do not finish that sentence, Rinne-senpai.”

You and Kanata smiled at their childish antics. He kissed you goodnight as he held you in his arms.

“Goodnight, angelfish,” he said softly.

“Goodnight, my love.”

He watched you walk down the corridor as you waved him goodbye. Your dorm was on the second floor of the building, so you didn’t need him to walk you back.

“Well then,” started Rinne. “Time to go to sleep, Kanacchi.”

Kanata nodded, “Right!”

And when he went to sleep, all his dreams were about you.

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04mxfutbol · 2 years ago

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Falling in or out of love? (Ashley Sanchez x Reader)

A/N: This is the fic I had in mind for a while now! I was listening to Labyrinth and the song inspired me lol. (So kind of based on my current favorite song Labyrinth.)

You walked into the hotel, holding your suitcase tightly. Walking towards the receptionist.

“I should have a reservation for Y/N Y/L/N.” You say to the receptionist. Handing her your ID.

“Y/L/N. Ah yes, room 313, your roommate has also gotten here. Rebecca Sauerbrunn.”

Score. You got a chill roommate.

“Great thank you.” You say with a smile, grabbing the key card and walking towards the elevator.

You arrive to your room, opening the door, you hear nothing but silence. You walk inside the room and you’re met with Becky laying on the bed, a book in her hands. Glasses on as she reads. A cup of coffee on the table beside her.

“Y/N so nice to see you once again. Sure feels great to be playing alongside you rather than against you.” Becky says making you laugh.

“I feel the same way about you cap.” You say nodding your head. “So roomies huh?”

“I’m just glad I got you as my roommate, I think I’d quit the team if I were to get Emily one more time.”

“You could never leave us, you love us too much to leave us alone and unprotected.”

“Correct.” Becky says nodding her head. “I know you’re a big fan of being close to the window so I took this bed here. Unpack and get ready for two weeks of pure calmness with me.”

“Oh I’m definitely looking forward to it.” You say with a smile, setting your suitcase up on your bed.

After unpacking your stuff you decided to take a short nap because who doesn’t love naps. You’re woken up by Becky who tells you it’s time for dinner. You both start to head downstairs to meet the rest of the team.

“A secret of mine is I kind of hate elevators.” You whisper to Becky.

“Why?”

“It’s a metaphor.” You say waving her off.

You grab a plate, serving yourself some food. You look around and see Christen sitting next to Alex and Rose.

“Can I join?”

“Of course, take a seat.” Christen says scooting over to make room. “How are you?”

“Fine thanks.” You say.

“Are you sure?” Alex asks you, putting her hand on your shoulder.

“Why do you ask?”

“We just want to know how you’re doing, can we not ask that?” Alex asks.

“I mean yeah I suppose.” You say furrowing your eyebrows. You look down to your food poking it around and then taking a bite. “I want my own home cooked food. This is a little too healthy for my liking.”

“We heard about the breakup.” Alex says and you look up.

“So is their a weekly newsletter about stuff like this going around or?” You say curiously. How they knew who knew. You sure didn’t know how.

“Hey guys.” Kelley says.

There’s how.

“We broke up like almost a year ago, mutually.” You say calmly.

You and Ashley broke up mutually about almost a year ago, agreeing that you both needed some space. From what? Who even knows. But something wasn’t right between the two of you which made you both realize you both needed to step back.

“But you’re doing fine?” Christen asks softly.

“Yes. I’m doing fine, sad most of the time, crying on the floor sobbing, screaming, crying. But fine.” You say with a chuckle.

“Y/N.” Christen says softly.

“I’m kidding, sorry I am kidding. I just like messing with you guys. I’m fine. I’m okay.”

A liar.

Oh how miserable you were for the first couple of weeks, the realization hitting you so deep, especially when you were alone in your apartment.

“I’m trying to get over her. Although I think I’ll be getting over her my whole life.” You whisper. “But I remember we both agreed we needed to break up so there’s that.”

“Oh Y/N.” Christen says pulling you in for a hug.

“I’m better though, every day that passes by I think I am closer and closer to getting over her.” You say with a shrug. “But I don’t know how you guys expect me to bounce back from the break up so fast.”

“We’re not Y/N. We just want to make sure you’re okay and dealing with the break up in a healthy way.”

While Christen comforted you, Ashley was just outside the room with Trinity.

“You look like an absolute mess.” Trinity tells Ashley as they walk out the elevator.

“Gee, thanks for that.” Ashley says.

“You still haven’t been getting enough sleep have you?” Trinity asks.

“No and it’s dragging me down like you have no idea. I get so tired quickly, I barely even have energy to put on nice clothes to look decent.”

“And this whole losing sleep isn’t because of the breakup?”

“Nope it’s definitely not that. We broke up like almost a year ago. Trust me it’s not that.” Ashley says opening the door.

As soon as she opens the door to the breakfast area, she spots you laughing with Rose.

“So definitely not because of Y/N. Right.” Trinity says passing Ashley and going for a plate.

“It’s not! I’m like not even bothered by it.” Ashley says following Trinity.

“Sure. You definitely have me fooled.”

“It was mutual.”

“Doesn’t mean you’re over her.”

“I am.” Ashley says making Trinity stop in her tracks, turning around to face Ashley. “Kind of?”

“Thought so.”

“I’m getting there though.” Ashley says. “Soon.”

- - - -

The following day you had practice until sunset. Your legs completely giving out at the end of it. Grabbing your bottle of water and chugging it as if your life really does depend on it, which it does.

“Hey, tomorrow we’re grabbing some food downtown. Do you want to come with us?” Abby asks you.

“Who’s we?” You ask looking at Abby.

“Sam, Rose, Lynn, Alex, Naomi and I.” She says and you think about it for two seconds. “Oh and Taylor.”

“Yeah I’ll come with.”

“Good it’ll be nice for you to get out.” Abby says patting her shoulder.

The following day you dressed yourself in some of your comfy clothes to go out with the rest of the girls. A smile on your face as a nice little lunch with your teammates would be fun.

“Are you going out?” Becky asks as she lays in her bed.

“Yeah with some girls to grab some food.” You say as you put on your hoodie, more specifically a hoodie Alyssa had given you.

“That’s good to hear, have fun Y/N.”

You walked out of your shared room, bumping into Alex.

“You ready?” Alex asks and you nod your head.

Across the hall, in the room next to Rose and Megan was Ashley with Trinity.

“Come on Ash get up, let’s go shopping.” Trinity says shaking Ashley.

“Does it look like I’m in the mood to go shopping?” Ashley says, Trinity backs away, arms up in defeat.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Trinity says.

“I’m tired.”

“You’ve been tired for almost the exact amount of time you and Y/N split up and you’re still denying that she isn’t the reason why you’re like this.”

“I’m getting over her trust me.”

“No I don’t think you are, you’re only telling yourself that to convince yourself but you are not. You’re not over her.”

“Slowly I am.” Ashley says.

Ashley pulls out her phone going straight to Instagram. Watching Naomi’s story. A picture of you looking at the camera, holding your cup of tea, a smile on your face.

“I’m not over her. I don’t think I ever will be. I thought I was. It feels like there’s a labyrinth in my fucking mind and I can’t seem to get out.” Ashley whispers. “I definitely thought I was slowly getting over her but-.”

“You’re falling in love with her again?” Trinity asks and Ashley looks up from her phone.

“Oh yeah.” Ashley says with a sigh. “I’m falling in love with her again.”

Ashley pulls the blanket over her head as she lets out a groan.

“I’m falling in love again.”

You returned to the hotel after an eventful and fun day with the girls. Going out for some lunch and finding an arcade where you totally beat Alex at mini golf.

You go to push the door when someone opens the door making you fall forward.

“Oh crap.” You shout as you almost fall.

Your eyes meet green eyes. Green eyes you knew so well.

Oh no. It’s happening.

“Sorry I didn’t expect someone on the other side of the door.” Ashley says and you stay quiet.

Oh no. You know this feeling all too well.

“You okay?”

“Y/N you okay?” Sam asks and you nod your head.

“Christen is up in her room right?” You ask Sam.

“Yeah why?”

“Great thanks.”

You run up to the room, obnoxiously knocking on Christen’s door.

“Christen open the door please!” You shout.

“Y/N lovely seeing you here.”

“I need to talk to you about something.”

“Sure thing what’s going on?”

“Have you ever been in love with someone and they didn’t love you back?” You ask Christen.

“Of course.” Christen says and your eyes widen.

“You have? Who wouldn’t be in love with you, with all due respect.” You say quickly.

“You.”

“Sorry excuse me?” You ask as you stumble backwards.

“I’m messing with you, sorry continue.” Christen says and you sigh in relief.

“Respectfully I love you but anyway, I think I may have fallen in love again.”

“Okay? What’s so bad about that Y/N?”

“With Ashley.”

“Oh well how does that make you feel?” Christen asks as she sits up from her bed. You walk over and sit on the edge of her bed.

“Like I’m falling in love again?” You say.

“Right but what’s going through your mind as you say it out loud.”

“I thought this plane was going down.” You say. “I don’t know how it turned around and I’m once again falling in love with her again.”

“Pardon? Plane?” Christen asks confusedly.

“Metaphors.” You say. “What do I do? You’re like an expert.”

“I wouldn’t say expert but I will say that you should take a deep breath. Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out. Now relax and tell me what your heart says.”

“I want to tell her I love her and I can’t see my life without her.” You say looking at Christen.

“That’s a choice yes.” Christen says nodding her head.

“It’s a bad choice isn’t it?”

“No, no. Don’t rush it. Talk to her and see where that leads you. If you ask me, I think she still loves you.” Christen says softly.

“Thanks for listening.”

“Anytime.”

You get up from her bed, giving her a hug then head back to your room.

Talk to her, easy.

You walk into your room going into the bathroom to wash your face. The light in the room was on.

“Hey Becky I have a question.” You say but get no response. “Becky?”

You pat your face dry with a towel and walk fully into the shared room. Becky isn’t there, instead it’s someone else.

“Hi.” Ashley says getting up from Becky’s bed.

“Oh hey.” You say looking at Ashley. “Becky isn’t here apparently. Weird. I’d look for her in Alyssa’s room.”

“I’m not- I’m not here to talk to Becky. I’m here because I want to talk to you.”

“Me? Oh okay. What’s going on? Is it your roommate? I won’t trade, I’ve been getting the best sleep. Ten out of ten would highly recommend having Becky as your roommate.” You say, face facing down to the floor, your thumb rubbing your pinky because of how nervous you are.

“I’m falling in love again.” Ashley blurts out breaking the silence which filled the room. You lift your head up, looking at Ashley.

“Oh.” You say, you feel your heart break, knowing she was falling in love again. With someone who wasn’t you. You looked back down, biting your lip in an attempt to not cry. “You fell out of love from me, understandable.”

“I feel so stupid but I’m falling in love again.” Ashley says looking at you, taking a few steps towards. “I’m falling in love again.. I’m falling in love with you.”

“Oh.” You say lifting your head back up.

“I haven’t been sleeping well for almost a year. I can’t think, I can’t sleep, I can’t function. Every time I come across any picture of you, I feel like I just fall in love with you over and over again and I can’t stop.”

You stand there in silence, not being able to speak but just stare.

“And I know you’re probably already moving on or already moved on and I wouldn’t blame you. but I-I I’m falling in love with you and it scares me because I don’t know how you feel. I just couldn’t stand and say nothing. I had to say some-.”

You cut Ashley off as you cup her face with you hands, kissing her deeply and softly. You pull away, your foreheads resting against the other.

“I’m falling in love with you again too.” You whisper. “I just also didn’t want to say anything. But being without you has been by far the most painful thing ever. I thought you were over me.”

“I could never be over you. You’re the best of me.” Ashley whispers against your lips. “I want you. Realizing that I was falling in love with you again scared me, I didn’t know if you still loved me.”

“I thought I was but every time I saw you those feelings came back around. I could never stop loving you Ash.”

“I can’t stop loving you and I don’t want to stop.” Ashley says cupping your face, shaking her head as she looks into your eyes.

She knew she was finally getting out of the labyrinth in her head. And you finally knew where the plane was heading, it had landed.

“I don’t want to stop loving you either. Never.”

#uswnt x reader #ashley sanchez x reader #uswnt imagine #woso imagine

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bloodiedrogue · 1 year ago

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✒️ hello my dear! could i ask for a drabble inspired by this song where basically loki courts asgardian!reader with huge gifts and promises but they don't really need that, just his love? I just want something really sweet and happy. okay, love you, byeeee <3

first off, love you, hi <3

second, okay, i absolutely love httyd so when you requested this i only slightly screamed. that being said though, i really don't know if i did this justice??? ahhh i hope it's okay. i changed a couple of things to make it easier for my brain to write but hopefully you still like it???

also to anyone reading this, if you'd like your very own fic feel free to read this post and then send in a request!

WHO TOLD YOU?

PAIRINGS: Loki Laufeyson & Asgardian Female Reader

SUMMARY: There's always rumors circulating throughout the kingdom of Asgard, but what happens when one turns out to be about you?

WORD COUNT: 2,165

WARNINGS: Literally none???

There’s talk amongst the kingdom, as per usual. A rumour of sorts running through the land’s highest families. Like always, you’re completely unaware of who starts it. As well as who it goes through as it ultimately falls onto the ears of your cousin Mads who tells you about it during archery practice.

As you move to pull back your bow, you notice how low his voice is. How his eyes slightly narrow into tight slits as they survey the area, making sure none of the maids are within hearing distance. “Odin’s finally pawning off the frost giant,” he whispers, just before you take your shot, making you momentarily slip and send the arrow flying way too low.

Angrily, you curse under your breath as it happens, hearing your cousin snort and proceed to take his own, landing it perfectly in the centre circle of the dummy just fifty yards away.

“Cheater.”

Ignoring your claims, he knocks his next arrow with ease. “It’s not my fault you’re blinded by love.”

“I’m not blinded by love,” you scoff, your eyes rolling practically to the back of your head as you watch him take another near-perfect shot. “I’m just… surprised.”

“Why?”

You shrug your shoulders and look around. So far none of the help has suddenly appeared like they usually do, leaving you thankful as you knock your next arrow. “That Loki would agree to it.”

“Agree to it?” Mads laughs.

“What?”

“You and I both know it’s not a matter of agreeance. It’s a matter of peace.”

“Ah yes, the Odinson’s, a family known for their abundance of peace,” you mock, instantly feeling a twang of anxiety build in your chest once you realize what you’ve just said. “I mean, I uh—“

“Relax. I’m not going to storm the castle and tattle on you for insulting our beloved king,” he assures, watching as you look at the target in front of you, honing in on the centre, before taking a deep breath and pulling back the bow in one tight motion.

“You can just do it yourself once you move in.”

Your arrow shoots directly into the ground a couple of feet in front of you. Again, you curse, this time much louder, drawing in the attention of Tora -your lady in waiting- who’s suddenly scurrying up the path with worry in her eyes.

“I swear to—“

“Is everything alright, m’lady?” Tora, the living embodiment of fear itself, runs to your aid without question, causing you to sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Yes Tora,” you drone.

“Are you sure? You seem awfully distressed. Can I get y—”

You open your mouth to respond but Mads beats you to the punch. “She’s fine, Tora. Just a tad ticked that I keep upstaging her archery skills.”

If it wasn’t for the shock of the informational bomb he’d just dropped, you would’ve pounced on him then and there, elegance be damned. Instead, though, you merely just glare and listen to Tora as she lets out a sigh of relief before apologizing and taking her leave.

“If I wasn’t required to uphold a certain standard in public you’d be on your ass right now.”

“I highly doubt that, princess.”

Princess. Norns, you want to kill him. Right here, right now you want to pull back your arrow and pierce it right through his thick skull.

“You know false gossip is frowned upon.”

“Yes, but who are we to say what’s true or false?” Ever the annoyance, he nudges your elbow with his, wiggling his brows in such a mocking way you feel your chest start to ache with uncertainty because there’s no way this information is real. Sure, the prospect of Loki being married off could be probable. He’s at that age where people are starting to question his marital status but he’s… Loki. Your friend. There’s no way they would’ve chosen you.

“Who told you?”

“Who do you think told me?” he scoffs.

Immediately, you feel like a fool for asking, already well aware that it was his sister, Freydis.

“Where is she?”

Before Mads can even shrug you’re dropping your bow and racing to her quarters, feeling your heart begin to race as you run up the path, motioning for Tora to stay put. Reluctantly she does, giving you a nervous look as you tell her you’ll be back soon even though you’re not entirely sure. Freydis is often selective when it comes to information. Being one of the biggest keepers of it, she can be quite fickle regarding trust, especially with something as serious as the future of the king’s son.

It makes you nervous about what’s to come —thinking about the possible results.

For example, if it is true, what do you even do? How do you process? It’s not as if you can, really. Arranged marriages like these, as you’ve often witnessed, tend to go from zero to one hundred at the drop of a hat, leaving both parties too exhausted to deal with the consequences beforehand. Plus, knowing Loki it’s not as if he’d be willing to share his thoughts on the matter.

Considering he’s always been closed off, even throughout your constant years of friendship, he’d most likely just grin and bear it for publicity's sake. Play the part of the loving husband. Hold your hand, kiss your cheek —make sure the world knows you’re his and no one else’s.

To the people you’d be the perfect couple, but to you?

There’s an inkling of pain that resides throughout your chest once you think about the alternative. That instead of you it’s perhaps some other woman being thrown recklessly into his chambers. Somehow it fills you with dread as you round the corner of the path, your mind moving at such high speeds trying to figure out how you should react that you don’t even process the body that’s crashing into you.

At first, it hits you —knocks the air right out of your lungs as you fall prone— but then it hits you. Like a freight train, your innermost thoughts rush out of you as you look up to see Loki’s wide eyes staring at you from above.

“Is it true?”

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he just looks at you, settling on the vision of your dishevelled appearance before him.

“Lo?” you ask again, feeling his hand extend to meet your own once he realizes you’re still on the ground. Without protest you take it, feeling the coolness of his skin mix with the heat of your own as he pulls up, asking if you’re alright.

“I’m fine, thank you,” you say, watching him stand there, hands now at his sides. His fingers rub against each other nervously as he looks around the path, avoiding your gaze entirely.

“Loki, is it—“

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

He nods, finally making eye contact. “Who told you?”

You’re tempted to lie in case there are consequences but ultimately admit the truth. “Mads… but to be fair it was Freydis who was the first in our family to find out.”

As expected, Loki shakes his head. “Course it was.”

“Obviously it’s a mystery as to how she found out,” you blurt out, your nerves suddenly becoming more apparent the longer you look at him.

He’s wearing his nicest leathers today. The ones that hug his frame just right. Across his skin, he’s adorned himself in all his usual colours, dark greens with charcoal and hints of gold. Like usual his hair is pushed back behind his ears, dangling just beneath in a way that somehow seems different despite how standard it is for him.

“You uh, you look nice today.”

Your words throw him off for a moment, his face screwing up in confusion until he eventually looks down and realizes. “Oh, yes, right. Thank you. So do you.”

Like him, you look down to see your archery gear covered in dirt from the fall. “Only the best set of pants for my future, uh…”

“Husband?” he offers, a cautious grin plastered across his face.

Just the sight fills you with a certain warmth you’re not entirely sure you’ve felt before. Your hands, already covered in sweat seem to double in perspiration the second you see the slight embarrassment in his eyes and the way he immediately searches your face for an approval you don’t know how to give.

An approval you’re desperate to offer despite the circumstances. Despite you and him and this whole new arrangement, you have to navigate. It’s odd, really. Surreal. This idea that two people being forced to spend the rest of their lives together at the expense of someone else’s gain.

It’s barbaric, isn’t it?

You’ve always been the kind of person that agreed with the notion of freedom. That, regardless of an individual's nobility they should be able to choose the person they love over everything else. Things like shared resources and politics shouldn’t be a factor in one’s future marriage.

And yet, the longer you stand there, thinking about it —this idea of you and him and everything that’s suddenly been thrust upon you— the less awful it sounds. Because despite everything, Loki as a whole is good. He’s kind and smart and albeit, a bit of a troublemaker but in your experience never at the expense of your happiness. In fact, he’s always treated you well. Respecting you in ways that other people hadn’t. Growing up, he never saw you as this woman being trained to wed a higher man to bring further respect to her family. He only saw you as you, a rarity nowadays.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You just did,” he jokes.

You give him a half-happy, half-annoyed look once you realize that despite the awkwardness, everything between you is still okay. Still normal, in a way.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I mean, obviously your father’s pretty strict about arrangements but if you’re not comfortable —if you’ve got your eyes set on someone else I’m sure we could—“

He doesn’t interrupt you. Instead, he merely shakes his head and smirks, causing your words to fall to the back of your throat as you nervously swallow, watching him motion toward your hand.

Without protest you offer it up, feeling your fingers twitch in the air until they’re being steadied by his own.

“Honestly, I’m a bit irritated I didn’t get to be the bearer of bad news,” he tells you, and before you can even think of a clever response, you end up snorting and averting your gaze, feeling a wave of embarrassment as his thumb runs lightly along the base of your fingers. “I got all dressed up to tell you and everything.”

As he speaks he takes a small step closer, watching the way your gaze continues to shift around the path, focusing on the grass or the trees or really, anything other than him.

“I even skipped out on training with Thor and the others.”

“That’s, uh, very… nice of you.”

You can feel his eyes boring holes into the side of your face. His pupils are impenetrable, staring at you like two black holes just waiting to pull you in. Desperately, you want to look at them —to memorize the way they dilate and constrict with every action and reaction.

“I came to ask you something, if I may?”

This time you give in, noticing the slight growth of his eyes once yours make contact. Suddenly, they look lighter, filling his face with a newfound warmth as he pokes out his tongue to nervously lick his lips before clearing his throat.

“If it’s alright, I’d like to do this. Properly.”

“Properly?”

“Yes, properly. And not because Odin said so or because it’s the right thing do to politically. No, I—I want to do this because slowly I’ve come to realize that it’s what I want. Th—that you’re one I want.”

You open your mouth to speak but pause, noticing his other hand come up into the air between you. In it, his sedir flickers for a moment before pulsing brightly, prompting you to scrunch up your face in confusion when, barely a second later, a small wooden box appears before his palm.

It’s made of ash, you notice, leaning it to scan the etchings that overtake the top. It’s simple in design but beautiful nonetheless, its presence leaving you almost breathless as you glance back up to Loki who’s suddenly smiling again.

“It’s not much,” he says. “To be fair, I probably should’ve waited and got you something a bit better but I promise if you say yes I’ll get you everything. A horse, a castle, the finest gowns with the softest fabrics you’ve ever touched, the most delicious—”

Before he can even finish you’re closing the space between the two of you, ignoring the box in his hand in order to squeeze him tight and tell him you could care less about the gifts.

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que-serra-serra · 1 year ago

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[Serennedy] Animal Instincts

Happy spooky season! 🎃 This fic was shamelessly inspired by @kaychen666's Serennedy vampire/werewolf roommate AU. Kay, I hope you like this, your art is an absolute blessing to the fandom ❤️ Rated Explicit | 3.1k words | ao3 link (look here for tags & warnings!)

"Harder! Mierda, do you think I'm made of glass!?"

"No," Leon said evenly. "I think you're made of skin and fur and two centuries of bad decisions."

Luis snarled and thrashed on the bed, but was held firmly in place by Leon's hands pinning his wrists and Leon's hips steadily pounding him into the mattress.

Because even though Luis was a powerful werewolf, he had nothing on the raw strength of a vampire.

"Calm down, you overgrown puppy," Leon chastised.

"Fuck you!" Luis spat. "I'm not your puppy, and you're nothing but a glorified mosquito!"

Leon just rolled his eyes and kept thrusting.

This was how they spent every full moon. Luis was normally very in control of his baser instincts, resembling more a particularly flirty golden retriever than a bloodthirsty wolf. But on the night of full moons, it was a completely different story: Luis became antsy, irritable, and unable to settle down before he'd worked off the energy by hours and hours of either fighting or fucking.

Fortunately, Leon could provide both.

"You can't even fuck me properly!" Luis, apparently, disagreed. "All those muscles just for show, you useless—ah!"

His sentence cut into a groan as Leon snapped his hips up hard enough to jostle Luis on the bed, his whole body shaking with the intensity of it.

"What was that?" Leon asked smugly, picking up a rough pace of slamming in and out of Luis' now-pliant body. "Cat got your tongue, mutt?"

"Nngh," Luis commented. His head was thrown back against the sheets, eyes closed and his mouth parted enough that his canines peeked out.

Leon mentally translated that to, "Yes, fuck me, right there."

So Leon allowed himself to let loose. He used more of his strength, groaning at the feeling of Luis still so hot and tight around him as he fucked in deeper and harder than before.

"Sí, sí, más duro…!" Luis babbled, clawing at the sheets and clenching around Leon.

Luis' cock was so hard it looked almost painful, bobbing in time with Leon's brutal thrusts and leaking pre-come down the shaft. It would be so easy for Leon to get a hand between them and jerk him to completion, but that wasn't what Luis had asked for.

With a grunt, Leon threw one of Luis' legs up on his shoulder and braced his hands more firmly on the bed, never faltering from his rough pace. The new angle and added leverage made Luis sob from pleasure, and a stream of Spanish expletives and endearments alike fell from his lips as Leon kept going, nailing Luis' prostate over and over until—

Luis jolted and came with a scream, his back arching and his cock shooting untouched into the air. Leon's sheets ripped under his claws but Leon didn't care, too busy watching Luis come undone and feeling his body squeezing tightly around his cock.

Leon rode it out with him, slowly fucking him through the aftershocks and then stilling completely when Luis whined from overstimulation.

Luis took a shuddering breath and sank back down against the sheets. His stomach was covered in his own spend—this was already the third time he'd come tonight—and by all accounts, he should be more than sated.

But Leon could read the signs. Though Luis was unusually quiet, his hands stayed gripping the sheets and a quiet growl escaped between his clenched teeth.

Luis wasn't done yet, and fortunately, neither was Leon.

Leon lowered Luis' leg back down but stayed inside him, then experimentally pulled out and slowly thrust back in. Luis hissed, the feeling probably uncomfortable so soon after coming, but he still bucked up to meet Leon's hips.

Taking that as the permission that it was, Leon quickly worked back up into a steady rhythm, quietly amazed at how much Luis' body could handle. Every slide of Leon's cock into his well-used hole seemed to gradually ease the tension in Luis' body, until his dick was back to full hardness and his quiet growls sounded more like pleased moans.

"There you go," Leon praised. Luis' breath hitched and his ear twitched in interest, so he lowered his voice and murmured, "That's a good boy."

"¡Joder!" Luis protested, even as his face went ruddy and his dick jumped from the praise. "Stop acting like I'm a pet dog!"

"If you're not, why does your tail always wag when I call you a good boy?"

Luis went still, and Leon knew he could hear the rhythmic thump-thump of his tail hitting the mattress even over the harsh slap of skin against skin. Half of Luis' tail remained squished between his back and the bed, but the visible part was very enthusiastically showing Leon how much he enjoyed this.

And then Luis glared at Leon and the wagging stopped, but it was a moot point now; Luis could control his tail if he wanted to, but most of the time it was an unconscious action, like breathing.

"Next time, I'll get someone else to fuck me," Luis groused.

Leon chuckled and reached for Luis' cock. "No, you won't."

"Mierda," Luis cursed, bucking up into Leon's hand. "Make me come again and I'll consider it."

It was an empty threat. Their arrangement just worked too well to jeopardize: Luis needed someone who could hold him down all night during full moons, fucking and arguing until he was finally tired out, while Leon required a willing partner to essentially be his personal blood bank. Conveniently, vampires had more than enough strength and stamina to deal with the full moon frenzy, and werewolves just so happened to have enhanced healing that allowed them quickly bounce back after, say, a vampire feeding from them.

Of course, vampires and werewolves were supposed to hate each other. But Leon and Luis had both been shunned by their own kind—ostracized for wanting to coexist with humans and not hunt them for sport—and though they got on each other's nerves like nothing else, living with Luis was one of the best decisions Leon had ever made. They balanced each other out, fought well together, and Luis was the only person Leon had ever truly considered an equal.

Someone more sentimental might have said it was simply meant to be.

"Leon…" Luis groaned. His claws dug into Leon's back and made him hiss: Leon wasn't pinning his wrists anymore and Luis had apparently taken that as an invitation to maul him.

"Yeah?" Leon asked, ignoring the sharp sting of the scratches. His body would heal them in no time, and he knew Luis needed this.

"Good," Luis simply murmured. "It's good. Don't stop."

"I won't. I've got you," Leon promised.

He squeezed Luis' cock on the downstroke and Luis moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he went pliant under Leon's touch.

It never failed to amaze Leon how fully Luis trusted him. No matter how much they fought or how many insults they threw at each other, somehow they'd always find their way back here: Luis fully handing himself over for Leon to take him apart and put him back together.

"Luis," Leon murmured, thumbing the head of Luis' cock and moaning when it made Luis clench tighter around him. "You feel so good."

Luis whined and threw his head back, exposing the smooth column of his throat, and…

Leon felt the familiar instinct to feed.

Rationally, Leon knew he didn't need to drink yet. He'd done so not even three days ago, and he could easily go a week without. But it was almost a Pavlovian response: each time Leon fed from Luis, it would inevitably end in sex, because Luis was a crazy bastard and actually enjoyed getting brutally bitten and having the blood sucked out of him.

Last time, Leon had bitten and fed from the soft skin of his inner thigh, and Luis had gone lightheaded as all the remaining blood in his body seemingly went to his cock. Once Leon was done feeding and Luis was begging to come, Leon hadn't even bothered wiping his mouth before wrapping his bloody lips around Luis' cock and teasing the tip with his fangs, and Luis had spent himself right then and there.

Leon's mouth watered at the memory. He kept staring at Luis' exposed neck and shoulder; he could see the sweat on the skin, could hear Luis' heart beating frantically in his chest, could imagine exactly how he'd taste…

"Leon?" Luis' uncharacteristically quiet voice snapped him out of it.

Leon met Luis' eyes and saw the red from his own reflected in them. His eyes were glowing bright red with bloodlust and he only now realized his fangs had extended of their own accord, resting heavy against his bottom lip.

Anyone in Luis' position would have been paralyzed from fear, seeing the most dangerous predator on the planet about to attack them. But Luis simply held Leon's gaze and lifted his hand to gently cradle Leon's jaw.

"Mi príncipe," Luis murmured. "What do you need?"

You, Leon wanted to say. Just you. Always.

Leon swallowed; his throat was so dry, and he wanted…

"I just," Leon rasped, eyes locked on Luis' shoulder. "I know it's only been a few days, but—please, can I…?"

"Of course, corazon." Luis smiled and tilted his head to the side, giving Leon better access. "Bon appetit."

Leon's instincts didn't care about the joke or the pet name: they only cared about being granted permission.

Moving faster than any other creature could, Leon surged down and bit into Luis' shoulder.

Blood roared in Leon's ears and endorphins surged through his entire system. He'd meant to only puncture the skin with his two largest fangs, but as soon as the first flood of Luis' blood hit his tongue, Leon was helpless to do anything but let out an animalistic growl and dig in with all of his teeth in a savage bite.

He distantly registered that Luis was screaming himself hoarse, his claws digging into Leon's scalp and back. His body clenched around Leon's cock and a spurt of warmth landed on Leon's stomach as he came.

Leon groaned long and loud, rocking into Luis' body while his fangs siphoned even more of Luis' delicious blood onto his tongue. He always tasted like smoke and the sun, like laughter and home—

Leon's thrusts stuttered as he abruptly came too, burying himself deep inside Luis and filling him with his release. For a second, it felt like he was flying, high on the euphoria of claiming Luis in the two most carnal ways possible.

Mine, Leon's entire body sang. He's mine.

It took a while for both the bloodlust to fade and Leon's erection to go down, but eventually, Leon pulled off Luis' shoulder with a gasp. He was shaking—both of them were. Luis was whining softly and cradling the back of Leon's head, holding him close while Leon fed from him.

He always trusted Leon not to take too much. Because in the five hundred years Leon had been alive, Luis was the only one who wasn't afraid of him.

Leon's chest clenched and his cock pulsed with the last aftershocks, making him moan and bury his face against Luis' throat.

"Fuck, Luis," Leon murmured against Luis' skin, then lapped up the blood dripping from the wound on his shoulder. "Such a good fucking boy."

A choked whimper escaped Luis' lips and his still-soft dick managed a weak spurt, trapped between their bodies as Leon's words milked one last orgasm out of him.

Leon pushed up onto his forearms and simply watched him with a perverted sense of satisfaction. Luis had an arm thrown over his eyes and was taking shallow breaths, his skin shiny with cooling sweat and Leon's bite bright red like a brand on his skin.

He looked exhausted. Sated, but tired, and overwhelmed, and…

"Beautiful," Leon whispered.

Luis laughed hoarsely. "Oye, stop teasing. It's your fault I look like shit."

Leon felt his pale cheeks flame hot with warmth. He really hadn't meant to say that out loud, so he opened his mouth to apologize…

And Luis promptly cupped his head and pulled him down into a kiss instead.

Leon's breath stuttered as Luis' mouth moved sloppily against his own. They didn't usually do this: it felt more intimate than their no-strings sex warranted, and Leon was always afraid of accidentally hurting Luis with his fangs.

But Luis didn't seem to care. He eagerly licked into Leon's mouth, groaning as he tasted his own blood and teased at Leon's fangs with his tongue.

So Leon let himself indulge. He pressed close and kissed Luis hard and messy, smearing red over both of their lips. Luis shuddered and tightened his fingers in Leon's hair, canines playfully nipping Leon's bottom lip before Leon's tongue bullied its way into his mouth and made him moan.

Leon reluctantly pulled away after only a few moments, leaving Luis flushed and panting to catch his breath—and thoroughly testing Leon's self-control to not just pin him against the bed and kiss him for hours.

Luis laughed breathlessly. "Dios mío, who taught you to kiss?"

A drop of blood slid down Luis' chin and Leon licked it up with the flat of his tongue, ending with a peck on Luis' lips. "You did."

"Mmh, I am a very good teacher," Luis said smugly, then shoved Leon's shoulder. "Now move, you giant bat, you're crushing me."

Leon huffed and got off Luis, rolling over onto his back. "Still think the muscles are just for show?"

"A little." Luis winked, then groaned, "Ugh, I need to sleep. For a week, preferably."

Luis turned onto his side and immediately scooted close to Leon. Because vampires always ran cold, and with both the full moon frenzy and vigorous sex, Luis was a furnace. Being close to Leon simply helped him cool off.

Leon knew it didn't mean anything, but he still enjoyed the cuddling.

Luis pressed up against Leon's side, then yawned before tucking his head in the crook of Leon's neck and shoulder. He was sweaty and covered in come and his lips were still smeared with blood, but Leon didn't care. Luis was usually meticulous in his grooming, so it was nice to see him disheveled for a change.

Feeling particularly fond, Leon reached over to pet Luis' sex-mussed hair. Luis didn't say anything, but he tilted his head to give better access, then sighed quietly when Leon scratched behind one of his ears. Leon smiled to himself as he heard the soft swoosh of Luis' tail wagging across the sheets.

Part of Leon wished this didn't have to end—that Luis would call him pet names outside of sex and crawl into his bed for cuddles even on the nights that didn't involve the full moon or Leon feeding from him. That every night, Leon would get to kiss him and hold him and pet his ears even if they bickered until one of them fell asleep.

Because Leon loved this stupid mutt. But werewolves mated for life, and he wasn't about to insert himself where he didn't belong.

He'd wait for Luis as long as he had to. And since they were both immortal, that could be quite some time, but Leon didn't mind.

Luis abruptly stirred against him, and Leon gave him more space as he tiredly lifted his head, eyes still half-lidded from exhaustion. The sun was already starting to rise outside and a sliver of light painted Luis' skin a warm gold.

But then Luis visibly sniffed the air, and poetic sunrises were the last thing on Leon's mind.

Leon quickly pushed himself up. "What is it!?" he demanded, already reaching for the bedside table for a weapon.

Though Leon's senses were enhanced compared to a human's, they had nothing on a werewolf's. It definitely wouldn't be the first time Luis had sensed hunters coming for them, smelling the silver bullets and wooden stakes long before Leon did.

In this state, Luis was temporarily weakened and wouldn't be able to fend for himself. But Leon felt stronger than ever after such a good feed, and he'd do anything to protect Luis; if a hunter so much as stepped foot in the building, he'd rip their head off with his bare hands and—

"The downstairs neighbor is eating bacon," Luis concluded.

Leon groaned and lied back down. "And that's relevant how?" he asked.

Luis' head flopped back down with a huff. "Because I'm hungry."

"Really? I'm not."

"Because you just ate from me, idiota!" Luis snapped, then settled and groused, "I want a steak. Rare."

Leon sighed but obediently got out of bed; it would be good for Luis to eat, especially since Leon fed from him so soon. "Fine."

"And a glass of wine," Luis added.

Leon didn't need to ask what kind—they both only drank red.

"Alright," Leon said.

"The good wine."

At that, Leon bristled: he knew exactly which wine Luis meant. And Luis knew perfectly well that Leon had aged that bottle for well over a hundred years.

"No!" Leon snapped, turning to glare at him. "Bad dog."

As soon as the words left Leon's mouth, he regretted them. Luis' entire face fell and his ears drooped miserably, his tail curling protectively around himself like Leon had physically struck him.

"Bad?" Luis asked, his bottom lip trembling. His expression was full of betrayal and he looked like he was about to cry, his eyes shimmering wetly as he whimpered, "I was bad?"

Leon's cold, dead heart clenched painfully at the display.

"No," Leon said, "no, you're not bad. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Luis sniffled. "Really?"

"Really," Leon said. "I'll go get your food and the wine—it's about time I opened that bottle anyway."

God, he'd do anything to not make Luis cry. The stupid wine wasn't worth seeing him so miserable over.

"Okay," Luis said. He was still pouting, but at least he didn't look on the verge of tears anymore.

"Just sit tight, I'll be right back," Leon promised, shutting the bedroom door.

It didn't even take enhanced hearing to hear Luis start snickering as soon as the door closed, and Leon belatedly realized that he'd been played.

Nonetheless, he headed for the kitchen with only a slightly irritated sigh. It was his own fault for falling for the same damn trick for probably the hundredth time.

Because even though vampires were widely regarded as both the most powerful and intelligent creatures in existence, they all had a weakness. For some, it was sunlight, or crucifixes, or the classic wooden stakes.

But for Leon, it would always be Luis and his puppy eyes.

#serennedy #luis serra #leon s kennedy #re4make #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil #que fic

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ZB1 fic Hanbin/ZhangHao. Sub Sung Hanbin/Top ZhangHao. Humping, Plushies, Humiliation, After Care, Pet Play, Subspace, Fluff, Praise Kink, Dubious consent.

⚠️WARNING⚠️ This fic is straight up PWP and very nasty (I am ashamed of myself for writing this).

(Inspired by my own red panda plushie named after zhang hao :] )

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(Start of the smut scene)

"Hao~" he moaned his groupmates name shamelessly.

The door suddenly opened, Zhang hao finding his teammate in a compromising position.

"Zhang hao!" Hanbin screamed with surprise.

He rummaged through his bed and put the covers over his naked body. Before he could say anything the other boy scoffed and said "You're such a slut, moaning like a whore in the dorms with the risk of getting caught" while walking to him. Hanbin whimpered out of humiliation and shame. hang hao adjusted himself behind hanbin, "I bet you like that, uh? You want to get caught, don't you? Want everyone to see you being a little whore."

He removed the hands on the other boy's privates, "Don't do that baby, I wanna see your cute little dick" he put them behind hanbin's back as the other whimpered.

His flushed length, screaming with arousal, dripped precum from the other man's stare.

Zhang hao started kissing and nipping lightly at the crook of his neck up to his sensitive ears and whispered "you moan your hyung's name so shamelessly while rutting on a stuffed toy like a bitch in heat."

Hanbin whimpered at his vulgar words, "you chose a red panda plushie because it reminded you of me, didn't you?" hanbin mewled of embarrassment "tell me, baby~"

hanbin shyly nodded "use your words" "y-yes"

"Yes, what?" "Yes I chose it because...it reminded me of you."

Zhang hao smirked and continued "you wanna fuck me so bad, you have to hump a little toy like a dumb mutt" hanbin moans, his tip leaks precum. Zhang hao started teasing his nipples, receiving moans from the sensitive boy under his touch. "Now that I'm here, you can show me how you hump your plushie like a good puppy."

Hanbin's eyes gloss over and his pupils dilate, his head becoming fuzzy. He whimpers "y-yes Master."

Zhang hao watches, with eyes full of love, as the older man falls into subspace. His heart filled with the need to take care of his precious

dongsaeng.

Hanbin starts moving his hips softly on the stuffed toy, little gasps leaving his mouth. Hands and lips start roaming his body, nipping at every one of his sensitive spots like muscle memory, pulling little "ah~"s and "mhh~"s out of him. He rutts against the plush toy harder and faster, chasing his release. His whimpers and moans intensify as pleasure takes over his body. "I-I'm gonna cum- please let me c-cum m-master. I n-need it, p-please~", Zhang hao answers "cum for me, puppy~". Hanbin humps the plushie two more times as the knots in his stomach unravel and he paints the soft fur with stripes of pearly white cum as shivers go up his spine. Zhang hao jerks him through his orgasm, whispering praises in his ear.

He lays hanbin down on the bed and goes to grab some wet towels to wipe him off. Hanbin suddenly grabs his hand "But...you didn't get to finish" he says as he eyes the other's crotch.

Zhang hao's heart fills with warmth at the thought that even though hanbin is tired he still wants to help him. "It's fine baby, I'll take care of it myself, you just rest" "But-" "No buts, if you're not asleep by the time I come back then no cuddles for you" hanbin whines at his commandment.

After getting cleaned and rehydrated, Hanbin cuddles up to Zhang hao, "I love you" he blurts out as his consciousness blurs.

A soft "I love you too" is muttered by the boy next to him.

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#ZB1 #smut #sung hanbin #zhang hao #fanfic #ao3 writer #female writers #kpop

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erixyin · 2 years ago

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Poison Running Through My Veins | Part 1

Another Eddie Munson x reader fic! I'm sorry it took so long but I had no inspiration for ages and then BOOM all of the sudden and I'm like okay guess I'm writing until midnight.

And I'm introducing my other red flag of a man, Billy Hargrove. Yes. He's alive in this okay and no I don't care about canon right now.

Summary/ Idea: Eddie sees you in school parking lot being very close with your ex. Jealousy and angst ensues.

I swear this was supposed to be a fun little idea and it just ended up turning into this. Whatever this is.

Warnings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader, using she/her pronouns, no mention of Y/N, Billy Hargrove is alive, Steve Harrington being a parent and doing damage control, jealousy, angst, pain, tension, little bit of billy hargrove x reader, violent tempers, Eddie be angry and jealous, reference to a Losing Sight of You, argument, possessive!eddie, highly jealous!eddie, crying, so much fucking angst, lmk if I've forgotten any.

Sorry if any errors, I haven't proofread it yet but when I do, I'll edit it properly.

No minors allowed please and thank you.

Words: 3332

I think that's everything :)

Please do not repost anywhere, I will be posting this on my AO3 and putting link here.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Eddie leaned against the side of his van, arms crossed and body slumped hard against the back door. He was trying his hardest not to stare, really, he was. He fidgeted with his rings. He shoved his hands in his pockets. Then crossed his arms. Looking up at the sky, looking to the rest of the parked cars in the school parking lot. He was trying to not stare.

But every time, his eyes would drag back to the same spot he had been staring at for over 15 minutes. His leg bounced as he crossed his arms again. Fighting the urge to draw attention to himself and smack his fist against the van, he shoved his hand into his back pocket to get a smoke. Cursing as his lighter refused to light. "Fucking come on you stupid piece of crap" he muttered, baring his teeth as he grimaced.

"Munson, you alright?"

He almost jumped out of his skin as Steve tapped his shoulder. Eddie swallowed his scream but mouthed 'Jesus H Christ' as he dropped the cigarette that was in his hand, reaching into his back pocket for another one. Eyes flickering back to their original location before, going back to successfully lighting his cigarette and taking a deep drag.

Steve looking at Eddie's obviously flustered state in pure confusion. "Seriously, what is up with you-" Steve followed Eddie's line of sight and let out a small "ah" before falling silent himself and putting his hands on his hips disapprovingly.

Robin coming up to the side of Steve and gagging at the smell of smoke. Then her eyes almost bulging out of her skull at the parking lot, "Holy shit! When did Billy Hargrove get out of hospital??" Instinctively she looked to Steve for answers, but when she was met with an uncomfortably loud silence, she paused.

"Long enough to be chatting up my girlfriend" Eddie spat, quickly finishing the cigarette he only lit a few minutes ago to then scrummage through his pocket for another. As soon as another one was in his hand, Robin snatched it out of his grip.

"Dude, he's not chatting her up. They just used to date" she shrugged unbothered and threw the cigarette away. Turning back to see Steve staring at her like 'why did you do that' and Eddie looking like he was torn between throwing up and killing a man.

"They used to date?!" he hissed, trying to lower his voice. He was aware that the parking lot was practically empty but still.

Steve massaged his temples, "Yeah before the Star Court Mall situation" Eddie grinded his teeth and raked his hand through his hair, wincing slightly at the pain. "Honestly though dude, you shoulda known. It was big news throughout the whole school, Dustin never told you?"

Eddie paused at that. Maybe Dustin did tell him, but he didn't listen because he didn't pay you any attention until the last year of high school. But he remembered one thing. You had definitely never brought it up. You never even mentioned Billy Hargrove. You just mentioned that you had dated someone else before Eddie and frankly, Eddie was delighted. He knew that whoever your ex had been it wasn't something you talked about much. Eddie took that as you didn't think there wasn't much to talk about. Which meant you didn't have any high expectations when it came to dating him. But you still hadn't ever brought up just who your ex was or how it had ended. And that was what was eating him up inside. Especially since he had to hear it from someone else.

He turned his attention back to you and him chatting. Honestly, he wasn't sure why he was getting so worked up over nothing. You were just chatting to him. Sure you had the brightest smile on your face when you had ran over to him, pausing in mid conversation to see a black car pull over in the school parking lot and a tall figure step out. You still had the same smile on your face when the figure had walked over to you, clearly in pain but pushing through. The same smile on your face when he returned it. The same smile when you looked to the ground as Billy winked at you, and Eddie knew you were blushing.

"Munson, you can't take Billy in a fight so don't even try it" Steve said stealing Eddie's concentration. Eddie knew it was in case you looked back and saw how upset he was. Maybe this was why you had never brought it up. He raised his eyebrow at Steve. "Trust me, I tried." Steve said shuddering as he remembered the fight that seemed like forever ago.

"She never brought him up with me" Eddie admitted. Looking at the sky, blinking quickly, running his hand through his hair again. In the however many months you two had been dating and a year of friendship beforehand, you hadn't brought it up once. Robin and Steve gave each other a look.

"It wasn't an easy relationship" Robin offered. She knew the things you had told her. But equally she couldn't let Eddie suffer like this. "She ended it and they stayed close friends" She bit her lip looking at Steve for help.

"How close?" Eddie growled as he watched you stand on your tip toe and lean into a hug with Billy fucking Hargrove. One of his hands on upper waist, lower back, the other is slightly higher up holding you firm against him and yours around his neck.

Energy and rage rattling around inside him, feeling like he was either gonna explode or faint. So, he channelled his rage and as confidently as he could, held himself tall and started walking over. Robin elbowing Steve to catch his attention and he whipped round and saw Eddie striding towards you two. Steve quickly caught u to him, practically running towards you, and clapped his hand on Eddie's back basically telling him to 'cool the fuck down'.

As they got closer Steve called out to you, "Yo man! When did you get out of hospital?" Hearing this, you quickly separated yourself from Billy. Billy didn't let go of you as quickly and let his hands linger on you for a little longer. Your heart did a weird somersault when you turned and saw Steve and Eddie walking towards you. Seeing Eddie's face, you knew it wasn't good, but you pushed those feelings down. As Billy's hand slid down your back, the small shiver that seeped through you, you know Eddie saw.

"You still fucking here Harrington?" Steve rolled his eyes. "And who are you?" Billy scoffed pulling a cigarette out from behind his ear. You inwardly sighed. You knew Billy was deliberately pissing off Eddie. You knew he knew who Eddie was.

Sending a small look to Billy you jumped in before Eddie could retort, "This is my boyfriend, Eddie Munson. You know the guy I told you about, he has a band" You smiled your brightest smile.

"Yeah Corroded Coffin, we play Metallica covers and original songs" Eddie said puffing out his chest a little. He was nothing compared to Billy, even though Billy had been in hospital for months and not near his workout gear for ages. You tentatively tried to stand near Eddie but doing so you ended up being closer to Billy. Not what you had intended.

Eddie slung his arm around you, heavy and tight and you almost toppled over at the sheer aggression of the action. Confused by Eddie's tough guy pretention, you completely missed the way Billy smirked and raised his eyebrows at Steve. Steve just looked like he wanted to really not be there. You glanced behind you seeing Robin with the rest of the kids. You could see there was a discussion going on but you couldn't obviously hear. You just knew it wasn't good with the way Max was looking at you four.

When you thought the testosterone levels were going to explode, the words ended up falling out of your mouth before you could stop them, "We have a gig on Friday, you could come if you wanted to...?" You hadn't meant it to sound like a question and you're not sure why you asked but you'd done it now.

"We? You in the band too?" Billy asked, curiousity twinkling in his eyes and the grip on your shoulder tightened.

"Yeah, the lead singer and Eddie's the guitarist" Steve said trying to quickly end the conversation. He noticed your wince in pain as Eddie's grip on you continued to tighten. Steve gave Eddie a look, but it appeared that Eddie ignored him.

"You're sleeping with the lead guitarist? You're moving up in the world, my girl" At the pet-name you froze and smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Billy was grinning, knowing full well what an absolute shit he was being. Fucking bastard.

Eddie hadn't said a word, but he didn't have to from the way his entire body tensed.

Oh shit

"Anyways. We gotta be going, rehearsal and all that." Eddie said with a tight smile, pulling you away from Billy. You stumbled backwards slightly at the sudden movement and almost fell.

"It was nice seeing you Billy" you managed to say before being dragged away for good. Steve on the other side of you in case you accidentally fell over again.

"See you around doll" You heard Billy call after you. You saw Max walk past you as he yelled, "Oi shithead! Get in the car!" with less animosity than before the Star Court Mall fire but still not with much warmth either.

It was going to be an interesting drive home...

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The car ride home was silent. Not even turning on Metallica or Iron Maiden helped the situation. Eddie had ejected the tape and shoved it into his side door pocket mid-way through the song.

You had opened your mouth to speak but got shut down real quick, "Not now" was all Eddie said. His voice remained levelled and calm, which only scared you more.

It was only when he pulled up outside his trailer did you wish you could return to the silence.

"Billy Hargrove, huh" he started. It was phrased as a statement rather than a question, so you didn't answer. He turned to finally look at you and you could see the wildfire behind his eyes. You had never seen Eddie like this. You swallowed and slowly undid your seatbelt.

"When were you gonna tell me that your last ex-boyfriend was Billy fucking Hargrove? The biggest asshole that ever showed up to Hawkins High." Eddie locked the car doors as you tried to reach for the door handle. Oh no.

You didn't usually have big explosive fights. The last fight you had that was this big was when he had been keeping it a secret that he had been doing drug deals and meeting up with Chrissy Cunningham - when both of you knew full well, that he used to have a crush on her since middle school.

"You never asked" you shrugged your shoulders. You knew that wasn't the answer he was looking for, but it was the most straightforward one. Because it was the truth. He hadn't ever asked or pressed further about your past relationship.

"I had to find out from Steve and that was after you had run off to be all flirty with him"

That made your blood boil, "What is that supposed to mean? I wasn't being flirty, you idiot! I was happy that he was finally out of hospital. I was there at Star Court Mall too ya know!" Huffing you put your head in your hands. Completely shocked that you were even having this conversation right now.

"Oh yeah sure that's what we're calling it." He smacked the side of the driving wheel making you almost jump. Eddie talked with his hands, but he never hit things. You started feeling uneasy and trapped.

You ran your hands down your face and tried to keep yourself calm. You knew Eddie would let you out once he had calmed down a bit. You just had to get him there. "Oh my god what is going on? I love you - you absolute dumbass! I'm with you, I sleep with you, I practically almost live with you considering how much I come round to yours." You voice sounding strangled at the end. "Why are you so worked up about this?"

Looking at him exasperated you could see his eyes still blazing with unquenched fire.

Then it dawned on you.

"Are you jealous?" You looked at him as you waited for a response. When none came and he looked down at the steering wheel biting his lip, you gasped. "You are jealous! Is this what this is all about?" You relaxed into your chair your mind going hazy with both disbelief and shock. "So, cards on the table. You go and sneak off with your middle school crush for weeks on end, during which you avoid me, and I have to find you and confront you about it. But on the other hand, I'm just talking to my ex-boyfriend in a friendly way, and you fly off the handle after not even 20 minutes?!"

You waited for his response. When none came you clicked the air in front of his face annoyed. "Hello? Got nothing to say? What, did you lose your argument when you realised that you got nothing to be angry about?"

When he just looked at you, you just sunk back down into your chair. Arms crossed, annoyed and exasperated that your boyfriend was even angry about this in the first place. Gently rubbing your thumb over the part of your shoulder he had been gripping tightly during your encounter with Billy, you bit the inside of your cheek. You weren't sure what on earth you had to do to prove to Eddie that you weren't going anywhere and that he shouldn't be jealous. But from his expression and the way anger was still flowing through him, you knew your words would fall on deaf ears.

"Let me out of the car Eddie" you said. Feeling claustrophobic in the car with all this anger and negativity swirling around in front of you, you needed to in the fresh air.

"Not until you promise me you won't see him again" Eddie breathed out, staring ahead of him at the trailer door.

You looked at him thinking that he was joking. But the look on his face said that he was definitely not. Still, "you're kidding" you scoffed. He couldn't be serious. Eddie had never been like this with anyone else. He was jealous of Steve, you knew that, especially at the beginning of the relationship. But he had never said that you couldn't see him. This was ridiculous.

"Promise me" Eddie responded in a monotone voice. He still wasn't looking at you.

"Eddie, you're scaring me. Please let me out of the car" you tried again. A tremor of fear ran up your spine and you saw Eddie finally look at you. The fire behind his eyes was gone but the poison that had inflicted him with this jealousy. The poison was still there. His pupil massive, like he was on something. You could see it in the way he stared at you expressionless. Your heart rate quickening.

You've never known Eddie to be scary like this. This kind of possessiveness reminded you of home and the flashback memories started coming to the front of your mind. Your hand fumbled as you tried frantically to jiggle the door handle, but it was still locked.

Eddie grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, "Am I your replacement for him? What, we both listen to heavy rock and know about the Upside Down so you think 'yeah I can replace him with another fucking weirdo'? Were you planning on leaving me as soon as he got better?" As you shook your head repeatedly, his grip on your wrist tightened, "Now, promise me" he said each word slowly. Over punctuating each syllable.

"Eddie, please." your voice trembled with fear and pain. Where he was holding you on your wrist was aching and you could see your hand turning blue with lack of blood circulation.

You saw something flash behind his eyes and all of a sudden, his pupils returned back to regular size, and he let go of you. He unlocked the doors and stayed sat inside the car before jumping out and slamming his door shut. You shrunk back at the noise, your body taught with fear and caressing the purple bruise forming around your wrist from how tightly Eddie had been holding you.

You slowly got out of the car, legs wobbling slightly. Closing the door slowly, you leaned against the cool metal of the van. Breathing deeply, you sighed at the fight that had just unfolded. Your head was swimming with thoughts. Why was Eddie so jealous of Billy? Was he this jealous of Steve when he was first introduced to the gang? None of what he said he meant right? You could provide no answers to the questions swirling inside your mind. But you heard footsteps, so you straightened up, ready in case Eddie wanted a round 2.

You felt yourself be pulled into a gentle hug. Your nose breathing in his scent slowly. Still trying to keep your breathing steady so that you didn't start crying. "I'm so sorry for how I was with you then. I just got so angry" Your face buried into his hair so you could barely hear what he was saying over the sound of your mind and your heartbeat. "My dad used to lose his temper like that with me, I guess I lived up to the Munson name." You knew he was trying to apologise and make a joke out of it, but it felt like he was excusing his behaviour to genetics. You made a small 'hmm' noise in response and the hug became slightly tighter

You pulled away first. "I'm gonna go home. I need to be on my own for a bit" you murmured. Refusing to look him in the eye, because you were still terrified, you'd see the poison still there and also because you knew if you looked at him, you would definitely lose all control of your emotions and weep.

"I'll call you?" He offered. You simply nodded. Your vocal cords tired after the short but explosive fight. He'd let you walk to your trailer across the trailer park by yourself. He knew he had overstepped the line and he knew that you needed space. He sighed. "I've really fucked this up" he pinched the bridge of his nose and walk walked into his trailer when you began walking away.

As you made your way passed Max's trailer you stopped to pet one of your neighbours' dogs. The silly good boy wagged his tail and whined, putting his paw up against the fence. "I'm fine, I promise" you managed a small smile when you reached through the fence to scratch his ears. A couple of small tears escaped through the quick blinking of your eyes. You used your other hand to wipe them away, pausing when you saw the bruise on your wrist develop fully.

The doggy whined and sniffed at your hand before licking your fingers softly. "Thanks for making me feel a bit better" you let out a soft laugh at the feeling. "You're a good boy" you said, and the doggy woofed in response, clearly pleased.

"And here's me thinking you'd only call me that"

You turned around too quickly, almost losing your footing, but a large hand caught you by the waist in time. You recognised the voice and the hand simultaneously.

"Hi billy"

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if you liked this please like, comment, follow and reblog for more. This is going to end up being more chapters because I have so many ideas of where I want this to go. Hope you enjoyed!

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shadowpon · 2 years ago

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N x Uzi tickle fic

(This takes place after uzi gets turned to a murder drone in the episode, cabin fever and after N and uzi were falling from the sky still in the woods. I thought that scene was cute so that inspired me)

Story:

N and Uzi were good friends from the start, but N started to have feeling the purple robot. But he was never sure about it completely since he always thought about his murder drone mates. Soon he found himself falling from the sky due to flinging Uzi into the air vertically to save a friend and now both of them falling at a fast pace, yet it seemed like forever since they had started to plummet.

At this point, uzi is ashamed of who she had become and didn’t want N to see her, hiding herself in her bat-like wings and hands. N tried pulling the wings back to help but Uzi would just reframe and pull back. N rubbed his arm timidly, trying to figure out what to do or say. N then noticed the tail Uzi had and grabbed it, proding it against Uzis side and speaking playfully:

“The wheels stick together!”

This made Uzi giggle a high pitch laugh, grabbing her tail and smacking his hand away.

“Don’t touch it!” She giggled again.

Uzi the moved the mouth of her tail in sync of what she was saying, aiming it in No’s direction.

“Yes my voice is more like-“

Then was cut off by hitting the ground, creating a cloud of snow around them.

However N had caught Uzi and was able to land perfectly, saving both their lives.

Uzi then spoke:

“I’m sorry”

“And I’ll let you kill anyone” N teased, setting her down on the ground.

“What? I didn’t mean-“

“Kidding! Kidding~” N interrupted, getting down on his knees to reach the Uzis level.

Uzi got to her feet as N spoke again.

“Do you really think I’d let you? Baby steps”

Uzi smiled. N following with the same expression but more playful.

“What?” Uzi asked.

“Ah~ nothing, you just have an adorable smile, I could eat you up haha!”

Uzi blushed, her face glowing purple.

“Haha not if I eat you first!” She replied, raising her hands and forming them in a claw pose.

N then tackled Uzi to the ground, attacking her sides with vengeance.

Using the same voice he did for her tail. Uzi giggling uncontrollably while doing so.

“Wow this is such a delicious and adorable meal, I hope it lasts! Nom nom nom” N spoke to himself, then leaned down a little towards uzis stomach.

“N stahahahap! It tickles!!”

“I hope the belly of this “prey” of mine is just as great as the rest of its body”

“NOHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Uzi squealed and tried pushing N’s head away but was occupied with his Hands still attacking her sides.

N had reached her stomach and gazed one last cocky smirk at Uzi before blowing a raspberry into her belly.

Uzi screamed and finally found the strength to push N off and protect her stomach and sides. Laughing under her breath. N came close and pulled her into a hug.

“We will figure something out Uzi, don’t worry” N spoke warmly.

“Yeah, okay” she replied returning the hug. “Thanks N, this means a lot”

Uzi blushed again and N flushed too, but they never knew how they were feeling, and still don’t but one day they might.

End.

(Wow that was fast, but I do have to do things today so can’t have last for that long, but I hoped you guys enjoyed anyway!! <3)

#tickle fic #murderdrones luff #murder drones tickles #n x uzi #cute #tickle aftermath

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rmorde · 6 months ago

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WARNING: Sukugo Dark Related Fic Ideas. If this isn't your cup of tea, scroll away. I just read 2HA and JJK 259 happened.

Maybe... I'll write this into a full story eventually. However, I have this vision:

Sukuna smirking as the world watch his trial. His crime? The murder and cannibalization of Satoru Gojo.

As Prosecutor Higurama finished his case, the judge asked how he pleads.

Sukuna, in a heartbeat, proudly answers. "Guilty as charged."

Pandemonium descends but his smiles never falls. How can it? He could still taste Satoru in his tongue. Willingly soft. Rotting sweet. Rich and warm. Bright with a citrus he could never hope to name.

That greedy man who embraced violence and death lingered in his tongue - a cherished ghost that would haunt his memory for eternity.

An irritating voice breaks Sukuna from his revelry. He grinds in teeth as his bratty nephew screams.

"He loved you! How could you?!"

Ah. Love. He knows that. He even understands it too. Sukuna just has no need nor care for it.

Still, Satoru offered it to him and more. Too happy and drunk in indulgence. Forgetting everything to be selfish with him and him alone.

But that is a secret only the two of them share.

So, Sukuna smiles.

"He wanted me to. Did you know he scooped out his own eyes for me? Satoru simply spoiled me with my favorites."

Everything.

Another I have in mind was Sukuna's last request before execution. It is not yet as vivid as the one above but there is a sequence:

His request was to be given Satoru's last remains. He was not able to eat all of him before getting arrested. He was reserving the last eye for dessert. There was also one ring finger.

Sukuna's request was understandably rejected which eventually led to him doing a prison break.

He then hunts down Satoru's remains: the eye, the finger, and the ashes. Sukuna isn't greedy. But he is a glutton. He wants everything of Satoru. Besides, the man willingly offered himself. It would be rude to not consume all of it, no?

Anyway, during the Hunt, Sukuna would refuse to eat anything else. He doesn't want Satoru's lingering taste to "be spoiled".

In the end, Sukuna would be successful in eating all of Satoru's remains. After that, he burns himself to death because there is nothing else for him to enjoy at that point.

Anyway, that's just what I have so far. Well, except a few ton of key details.

The whole thing was an assisted suicide. Satoru thought it was interesting to die via cannibalism (inspired by a real life case btw). He was not doing well mentally because of, you guess it, Suguru.

Satoru and Sukuna went on dates. It was the "prepping" stage. But, like idiots, they fell in love.

The love they shared tho is fucked up. It culminates into Satoru happily offering "everything of him" for Sukuna to eat. Sukuna, meanwhile, wanted to draw this particular "request" longer than usual.

Satoru really did scoop his eye out with a dessert spoon to give away like some ice cream to feed to his boyfriend.. which is practically a wedding vow for Sukuna. They "consummated their marriage" that night. Three guesses which was fucked raw by the happy couple (inspired by the horror/slash movie "The Sadness").

Their honey moon is essentially Satoru's drawned out death. He picks a body part for Sukuna to cook. Satoru always asks for Sukuna to surprise him (Movie Reference: Ratatouille) .

Oh. They have everything recorded by the way. From the "ordering" (aka Satoru telling which part Sukuna can eat) to cooking to "dining" (which is just Sukuna feeding Satoru drugged sweets as he eats what he cooked). Yes. Even the fucking was recorded. Imagine the horror of the investigators and the lawyers when those were submitted as evidence.

Sukuna has enough medical knowledge to keep Satoru alive throughout their "honey moon". Credits to Kenjaku.

Satoru died happily ever after when he finally gave his heart via Blood Eagle. That heart dish was Sukuna's "magnum opus" dish.

The guy who caught Sukuna and prevented him from eating the last finger + eye was Kashimo. After breaking out of prison, he sought him out. Kashimo was diced and ground into a meat loaf which Sukuna didn't even eat (Which was his MO actually. He had assisted in plenty of suicides before. He never ate the dishes made from those - just taste. He either leaves them for someone else to find/eat. Satoru was an exception.)

Sukuna kills himself because he truly believes he reached the highest point in life. Nothing else can be enjoyed in his perspective anymore - he tasted the best and cooked the best meal of his life already. He refuses to ruin that with disappointments. Just the vibes here would be like the ending of the movie "Perfume: Story of a Murderer" and "The Menu"

I don't know how I could really put it in all of this but Satoru's love language is through service (he's really happy when people enjoy what he offers). Sukuna's is through food (so he's really flattered with Satoru's enthusiasm). So... you could say Satoru died NOT out of loneliness (which was his initial reason). He died out of love to connect with Sukuna and make him happy. Meanwhile, Sukuna cooked and ate all of Satoru out of "love". Reference: CSM (iykyk)

Sukuna's obsession with eating Satoru's eyes is not only reference to the canon Six Eyes. It's also because fish eyes are the tastiest delicacy and Sukuna had compared Satoru to fish before. Also, eyes = soul. The implication here is that Sukuna wants to eat Satoru's soul so they'd be together as one forever. Not that he'd ever acknowledge it as such.

There's also a theme of Satoru being greedy while Sukuna is a glutton. They're a match made in hell.

Oh. Lastly! Suguru is totally alive. Tried to reconnect with Satoru but got turned down because of Sukuna. Then the whole crime and trial blew up in the media. The poor guy has regrets... and he was doing so well too! Courtesy of his therapist Itadori Kaori (aka Kenjaku)

#suicide #depression #cannibalism #sukugo #suicide ideation #did i get all of the warning tags right?#anyway i lost choso #i'm in a dark mood #so... sukugo stuff #i need to indulge in some horror to feel better and this pairing is just perfect for it #i have some fluff for the death painting sibs and yuji tho #i'll try to continue building up the addams family-esque au #the one where grampa itadori basically adopted choso and his little bros and they lived as one happy family #but that's for later... when i'm out of my sad mood

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total-drama-brainrot · 9 months ago

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oh yes!!! yes that is such a wonderful speech and i am fanning myself in the bathroom rn.

i love open endings haha. maybe on the boat there's the vague sound of alejandro's screams of pain but they're both like "nah it's probably nothing" and hug in a friends way.

i haven't said this but duncan has to sing duncanrific the comeback song which he gets around by doing one verse and letting everyone argue until chris cuts it for going over time.

also lindsay and noah friendship: the normal way would be to build it up premerge before he gets eliminated but the au of an au way would be to change the tone of the au somewhat and have him be her merge alliance instead of heather. which also gives her a marginally better excuse for not having noticed the aletyler manipulation. i saw that nowen aftermath fic i think it works.

anyway this time ... well owen obviously wouldn't be the merge elimination this time so the options are cody heather and sierra. last two would probably be easier to get the votes for i think. (it would be funny if noah was still kind of attracted to alejandro. toxic yaoi when.) - lindsanon

Ah, thank you. I tried to heavily reference your draft speech there, so a lot of the work was already done. 🤷‍♀️

Open endings are a lot more fun than definitive ones, because you can use them as diving boards into new stories! Or, have other people inspired by your initial story carry is on, using your open ending as their starting point. OR, just having things end indeterminately for the sake of it is great too- a lot of things IRL end without cut-and-dry resolutions, after all.

Duncan being forced to sing a Fergalicious parody will never NOT be funny, I can just imagine him seething through the one verse he's made to sing. It's a smart move, getting the others to inadvertently take over the song.

I think having Lindsay keep her post-merge alliance with Heather has more impact, thanks to their shared history. Lindsay and Noah's friendship in this AU shouldn't overshadow the greater plotline/story arc; as much as we all love having Noah around he really isn't a major character. If you want to make him one, however, that's up to you.

Having Noah in a constant state of "Oh No He's Hot" whilst trying his best to keep his feelings towards Alejandro strictly negative is my bread and butter. He's the cold, logical one, things like attraction won't override his rationality (spoiler, they totally will). Toxic yaoi stays winning. But that's not the focus of this story.

Anyway, if Lyler are going to remain friend-ish by the end of the story, that means Lindsay and Beth can finally become the wholesome yuri they were always meant to be! (/hj)

#lyler sabotage au #total drama #td lindsay #td noah #lindsanon #replies

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whereismymindnow · 2 months ago

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Angel of My Dreams 1

I've no idea where this is going... if it will go anywhere. I was just inspired by a song and my OFC from my previous one-shot, I'd Kill To Be Closer. I have inspiration for the performance that Harper will do, but other than that, nothing! xD This chapter to set the scene was like pulling teeth. It probably reads that way too.

Let me know what you think! The fic will probably be more like a collection of one-shots/drabbles rather than a storyline type fic. I don't have a timeline planned or anything like that.

Characters: Homelander x ofc!Harper

Warnings (for future potential chapters): Homelander - duh. Dub-con. Forced relationship. Supe behaviour.

Masterlist

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Despite every bone in her body vibrating, Harper maintained a blank expression as she entered the elevator with Mike, her manager. If someone had told her that one day she would be in Vought Tower to have a meeting with The Seven, she’d have laughed in their face. Being around Supes wasn’t on her to-do list. She liked her own company or to be on stage with everyone screaming her name. Now she not only had to face a bunch of suits, but also present herself to The Seven whilst not bruising their fragile egos. They weren’t the only ones that had worldwide fame, after all.

“Remember what I said: this is just a formality. Ms Stillwell wanted to present you to The Homelander herself.”

“Yes, yes… let’s get this over with. I promised my fanbase a Twitch singing stream tonight.” Mike rolled his eyes as the songbird turned away from him and checked her reflection in the mirrored wall of the elevator. Harper had decided to keep it simple: Converse wedges, a check print pinafore dress with a black cropped top underneath, and gold jewellery. Her hair was in a tidy bun and her makeup was kept natural with a small kitten flick and glitter scattered over her lids. She had been advised to keep things toned down for a change. She was a star, if she didn’t dress to standout then what was the point?

“Miss Harper? It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Ah, Miss Stillwell. The computer camera did not do you any justice.” Mike, ever the suck-up, shook hands with the blonde. Harper grimaced internally; the nervous sweat that was gathering around his hairline was pathetic.

“Good afternoon. Thank you for inviting us.” Harper discreetly scanned the older woman up and down. She wore a simple black dress with red-bottomed Louboutin pumps. Harper could appreciate a woman that had money and wasn’t afraid to show it.

“Follow me.” Madelyn started walking quickly, she needed this meeting to go well and she needed her Supes to behave themselves. This deal would be huge for Vought. “So, as you know, today is about the finer details. We want you to be happy with the deal and for us to be in agreement.”

“Of course, Ms Stillwell. I can assure you that Harper is very excited for this opportunity.” Mike spoke for his client as usual. He knew that Harper was less than happy to be getting into bed with Vought, but she was no fool. Whilst this would be fantastic exposure for Homelander, it would be equally as beneficial for the young singer.

Madelyn kept her vibrant smile as they entered the meeting room. Noir, Translucent and Maeve sat to the left whilst A-Train and The Deep sat to the right. Homelander was sat at the centre of the table, his back straight and hair perfectly brushed with a polite smile on his face. “And this is The Seven.”

“Please, take a seat.” Homelander waved a hand in front of him to the spare seats. Mike sat beside Stillwell whilst Harper took the centre seat. She had the perfect view of the city’s skyline – which she was thankful for, it gave her something to look at whilst she zoned out from boredom. “It is a pleasure to meet one of the world’s biggest stars.”

“You flatter me.” Harper gave an award-winning grin and nodded her head in thanks. “The pleasure is all mine to be in such great company.”

Madelyn took note of the girl’s demeanour; the way she held a lot of tension in her shoulders and scanned the room with her eyes as though assessing the surroundings. Interesting, she made a mental note to keep an eye on her. Most people were always timid and intimidated when in the presence of such strength, but the evident displeasure was something new. Even those that hated Vought and the Supes hid it better. This almost seemed personal.

“Now, as I’m sure you’re aware, Vought likes to hold a celebration each year for Homelander’s birthday. It’s always a spectacle on television with record-breaking numbers tuning in. The numbers show that each year the programme reaches more and more fans across the globe.

“We would like Harper to take centre stage after the ‘Happy Birthday’ singalong to close the show. We couldn’t think of a more perfect way to introduce the partnership.”

“Partnership… from what I understand, Vought just wanted me to promote my song as though it is a dedication to the leader of your little group. What is this partnership that you speak of?” Harper raised a brow as she watched Madelyn and Mike exchange glances.

“Well, we would like to make it a little more personal than just a song. We need something that will speak to your fans more than 4 minutes of your voice will. Our offer is six months of travelling with Homelander. He’ll appear at your shows, you’ll appear at his events, and you’ll support each other publicly.

“Once the six months is up, we’ll explain that you parted ways amicably. The pressure, the travelling, everything was too much for you to keep up with when your career is blossoming so beautifully. No harm, no foul, no bad blood. Just good publicity.”

“Harper, think about.” Mike leant forward in his chair, making direct eye contact with the girl beside him. “Homelander gets the support of your people, you get the once in a lifetime contract with Vought, and at the end you both win! You get to perform, meet your fans and have the safety of Homelander being close by. There’s no losers here.” Homelander watched the singer in front of him. He could hear her heart rate increase and watched as her nails turned white from where she was clenching onto the sides of her chair. He stifled a chuckle as her body language showed her evident discomfort. Who did this little girl think she is? Anyone would be lucky to have his support and presence at their side.

“Let’s cut the bullshit. You want me to believe that I just get to perform and dress up when required for his events? It’s not that simple.”

“Obviously we’d have to be strict as far as your wardrobe and lyrics whilst under the contract. We have the support of many religious groups and we couldn’t afford to… offend them.”

“Are you saying there’s an issue with how I dress and the story that my lyrics tell?” Harper bit back sharply as Madelyn let out an awkward sigh. The singer noticed how the older woman’s eyes glanced at Homelander, almost like she was checking that he wasn’t displeased with the current situation.

“Okay. I think we need to take a break.” Mike interrupted as he noted how Harper had begun to sit up in her chair. What she lacked for in height, she made up for in fiery personality. She hadn’t met anyone that she was afraid to talk back to… yet. “How about I talk with Ms Stillwell in private to iron out the fine print whilst you introduce yourself a little more to The Seven?”

“That’s a great idea. I promise we’ll be on our best behaviour.” Homelander faked a laugh as he stood up with his hands behind his back. Madelyn took this for the hint that it was and encouraged the balding man to follow her to her office. She sent a warning look over her shoulder to the leader of The Seven. Fuck, balancing all these egos would be the death of her.

“So… you made a song for Homelander? What about the rest of us?” The Deep broke the awkward silence with a question that made Harper want to throttle him. She’d felt his slimey eyes on her the moment she entered the room. At least Translucent was somewhat subtle with his ogling.

“Correction: I wrote a song. Vought decided Homelander needed a bit of help in the polls with the female audience and claimed my song for themselves.”

“You sold your song to Vought?”

“Money is money. It’s the way the world works and I’d have been silly to decline such an investment.”

“Money is money, what a 21st century way of thinking. I’m sure it helps with all the girl power movements when you ladies can bring in a big cheque. I do have a question though…” Harper kept her eyes to the city skyline as Homelander stood behind her chair. She kept still as his gloved hands rested on her shoulders, a firm squeeze ensuring he had her full attention. A silent threat, as far as she was concerned. “We need this to go smoothly. It won’t benefit either of us to waste our time with this opportunity.” Another sensation of light, but firm pressure to her shoulders. A warning. “Do you have a boyfriend? A partner that might creep up out of the woodwork and make this partnership a media scandal?”

Harper took a second to swallow a sarcastic retort. This was The Homelander after all. She couldn’t treat him like all of the other idiotic men in her life. The industry was full of them after all. Men that controlled her contract, men that controlled her music videos, men that looked at her like she was a nothing more than a pretty figure to admire, men that wanted to whore out her talents to whoever would promote the music she made.

“No ex-lover or husband for you to worry about. Who has the time when they’re touring the world and breaking records?”

“Ha. A woman with an ego… interesting.” Homelander gave another squeeze before continuing on his walk around the table. “Obviously, there are some evident differences. You’re a singer… and I am THE Homelander. I protect citizens, including yourself, and fly the American flag. I do hope it won’t be an issue that my priority will always be my country.”

To Vought, you mean. Harper gave a thin smile and made a sound of agreement. “It is a working relationship, sir. I do not need to take any more of your time than absolutely necessary.” Maeve hid her smile behind her hand. She liked her. Her first thought was some loud, little girl would come strutting in and start fawning over Homelander as they usually did, but no. Harper surprised her. The girl didn’t seem to be at all in awe of the blonde Supe… she seemed almost bored, in fact.

“Right! Harper, here we go! An agreement that will be more than satisfactory, I think.” Mike entered with a big grin. He smelt money on the horizon!

“A contract for six months… public partnership with The Homelander…. music videos and exclusive performances on Vought+… Vought offers Homelander’s personal protection during live events… all expenses covered by Vought during this time… Wait. Vought will manage me during this time? Looking for a new client, Mike??”

“O-of course not, but it makes sense for Vought to have more input during this time, wouldn’t you say?” Harper gave him a long look. She noticed how he fiddled with his hands and exhaled loudly as she stared. What a pathetic creature.

“I suppose I cannot decline at this point.” As much as she hated to admit it, this would be a great launching pad for her. Vought would stream her music on their channels, the money on offer would be a beautiful investment, and she was curious about this powerhouse company that seemed to have its finger in so many pies… Vought had a lot of control in America, she wondered just how far it stretched. “Very well.” She ignored the obvious amusement coming from the Supe across the table and unclicked the pen.

Time to make a deal with the Devil.

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“For fuck’s sake!” Harper stormed into her apartment, slamming the door so hard that her windows shook and a few picture frames dropped to the ground.

She tore out her jewellery, uncaring as the gold pieces clattered against the vanity mirror. She grit her teeth as she dragged the brush through her hair, unflinching as it pulled on a few knots and tangles in her curls. Her usual skincare routine was ignored and she used a soaked cotton pad to remove her makeup quickly. Once her skin was suitably clean she paused and stared at her reflection. She wasn’t a puppet, but she had to act like one and it drove her crazy. The idea that these humans thought they had control over her was infuriating. If she could she’d show them all just who they were dealing with… but she enjoyed the privacy that being a human afforded her. If she showed her true self, then there’d be no going back. She wasn’t ready for that yet.

Her eyes glowed green as she let loose the hunger that had threatened to take control during the meeting. Sharp teeth dropped from her gums and she snarled as a hiss released from her throat. God, she wanted to eat someone so badly. She wanted to rip apart some pathetic little mouth breather as they pled for mercy… but she couldn’t. She didn’t trust that certain people wouldn’t be watching her from now on. She’d just have to settle for some subtle skin contact when she went to the Tower tomorrow. It wasn’t the same as consuming someone, but she could feed off of their energy all the same.

“Ugh, what the fuck have I been brought in to?” She carried on muttering to herself as she ripped off her clothes, leaving them in an untidy pile and slipped into a bralette and shorts. “Such a fucking circus, led by a witch in heels that thinks she has control. What a joke!” Her bad mood followed her like a storm cloud as she headed to the kitchen to grab the bottle of vodka that she stored in the fridge. She tended to enjoy a cocktail or two, but right now she needed something stronger. The lid hit the floor with a clatter as she brought the bottle to her lips and gulped the straight liquor. It would take more than one bottle to make her tipsy, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t get satisfaction from the burning sensation it left in her throat. She took a deep breath as the alcohol made her feel warm inside, almost like a comforting hug. “That’s better. Just breathe.”

The bottle slipped from her grasp as she turned to her balcony and saw two glowing red eyes in the darkness. Homelander quietly landed on the outside platform and gently knocked on the glass doors with a smile. “Just checking you had returned home safely. Goodnight, Miss Harper.”

“Fuck.” She watched as he waved and disappeared as quickly as he appeared. She hoped with every fibre of her being that he hadn’t been watching her the entire time.

#homelander x oc #homelander fanfiction #the boys fanfiction #homelander x ofc #homelander x original female character #dark!homelander #the boys fanfic

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magistralucis · 10 months ago

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I KNEW IT WAS YOU!!! It was either you or Ghost who wrote THIS Masterpiece! And I bothered my friends for HOURS because Unravel gave so so much feeling man you CANNOT imagine!! Two idiots in love with each other and that walking Sexy disaster known as Trazyn. (I read that over and over again and there is NO WAY Imotekh isn't in love with Trazyn too 🥹🥹 God that is SUCH a masterpiece.

Orikan's desperation to be loved and be a part of a family while loving someone is so terrifying to them they hate him too as well as whatever he feels for Imotekh...he is SUCH a stubborn mess. I wonder what happened to those 3 pairs of eyes he worked hard to support...

Imotekh just got the short end of the stick. Love turn to hate yet not completely but the effects of their mutual fuck ups also twisted him into a worse version of himself in so many ways. His contradictiry thoughts at times shows how much he is STILL conflicted about...everything. while also continuing to lie to himself about many many things. Wonder what would have happened if he went with Trazyn dragging Orikan kicking and screaming...maybe they'd get the therapy they so deserve. Sennet is probably good at that.

And Trazyn himself...not gonna lie I wonder how he would feel if he remembered everything as Imotekh does...a good deal more depressed I imagine..looking at Solamnace now it is obvious many parts of his family is dead. And while he was having the time of his like in Sautekh dynasty the bonds he created there with tbese two...damn dude gave you guys literal rings how open could he get???? I wonder what would it be like if they took him on his offer. Wouldn't be easy and Orikan would need good GOOD kick in the feels to start reflecting on himself but they could have been the strongest polyamory the universe has ever seen!

I hope you'll write more about these guys! Would be amazing to see a proper necrontyr Orizyn from you ❤️❤️

Thank you so much! This ask actually came on the 1st; I was saving it until I was done with the fic post reblogs. A very happy new year to you, anon 💖🎄

Canon seems to be marking Trazyn out as a surprisingly well-adjusted person for WH40K standards (I'm aware that bar is at the bottom of the ocean, but still), someone who's principled, if light-years distant from social acceptance. It seemed natural that our disaster couple would be drawn to his stability, if only to learn from him how to make each other so much worse 🙃

Imotekh certainly felt comforted by Trazyn. Whether he could've felt for Trazyn the same passionate love/obsession he felt for Orikan is up for debate, but I think Imotekh could've learned to survive in Gheden with him, and it wouldn't have been as painful as Orikan tried to convince him it would be. He's willing to seal off his acts of love towards Orikan in Trazyn's name, after all, there is an element to which Imotekh sees in Trazyn a lover. Not necessarily a fellow lover, but not necessarily an enemy. A triangulating force that Imotekh feels he and Orikan need to conquer, or else perish... and they did not conquer Trazyn, no sir, the dude barely even knew all this was going on 😩

By the time of biotransference the three pairs of young eyes were no longer young. Saved them from becoming warrior-drones in the conversion, but the life of a necrontyr is already brutal as it is. Chances are that Orikan's siblings did not outlive him - I haven't thought about it much, I admit - and honestly, that may not have been the worst way to go, given the horrors of biotransference.

Ah yes, the rings. 💍 You'll note that Orikan has never worn his, though he still refused to let it go, and Trazyn remembered it enough to gild a homage to it at the end. I don't know if you're familiar with Anglo-Saxon literature (it's my specialty, I'm a medievalist), but there's a kenning meaning 'king/lord' ('beaga bryttan') which literally translates to 'ring-giver'. That's the image I have of all noble/royal characters of older time periods (or inspired by history) - generous, doling out treasure and favours to their retainers, while fully expecting that loyalty to be repaid with their lives if it comes to that.

When Trazyn gave them those rings, he was expressing his adoration of them, while also anticipating either he or his dynasty would have a use for them in the future. It's a contract as well as a gift. If they'd gone through with this throuple successfully, they'd have ended up yielding a lot of control to Trazyn - perhaps for the best, perhaps for the worst, since they'd have been subject to the whims of the Nihilakh Dynasty or Trazyn himself for however long that went on. Nothing is only good or only bad forever. It is a loss of great potential, nonetheless, that Orikan was so utterly unwilling to put in any work to salvage this triad 🤧

I do think the 'how much do they remember' problem is something I could've done a better job of. Trazyn and Orikan remember way too much here compared to their I&D depictions, I fear some of their aspects veer off into OOC territory by the end. That's something I need to work on a bit more, but in the meanwhile I'm glad people enjoyed it all the same 💖

#Anonymous #reviews #unravel #this story in trazyn's pov would be just another episode in his lifelong travelogue about spending a few years in mandragora #having parties giving gifts stealing gifts doing some beautiful artwork scoping out '''allies''' drinking with some charming men #he then moved on and continued with his archaeologist whimsies talked with said allies bickered with orikan then one day oops! he died #and all because imotekh and orikan left him hanging.... when he didn't even realize it... ghghghghgg #what a life. tragedy from up close absolute clownery from a distance

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ninjagirlstar5 · 1 year ago

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Protag Teruya AU - Prologue Part 2 - Post-Fake Trial

TWs: Mild Gore (including Monocrow's speech), Violence, Guns, Injuries, Blood, Death, and Corpses

Body Discovery & Investigation | The Fake Trial

Prologue Part 1 Beginning

Disclaimer: While Sannotori is problematic, it’s a thing in this AU/fic and the dynamic is not the same as it is in canon.

The Protag Teruya AU was inspired by @/anotherprofessional’s post! Beware of Void spoilers though!

“A pleasure to meet you, my comrades. I’m the teacher in charge of the Hope’s Peak Field Trip. Call me Monocrow.” The bird, Monocrow, steps forward with his little feet. “I hope we get along.”

Everyone stood there, stunned into silence. He couldn’t blame them because frankly, this is the most surreal turn this situation could’ve taken ever. But just by staring at the bird, this so-called teacher, he could tell that it was dangerous. More dangerous than anything he could’ve ever imagined.

He wasn’t sure why he was so certain of this.

But the instinct in his body was practically screaming in his head, tearing him apart from different impulses.

Run.

Hide.

Fight.

Stop him, stop him, stop him!

“A-Ah…” A voice speaks up beside him. He barely glanced over to see it was Yoruko, staring at Monocrow with wide eyes. And then, she finally screamed, throwing her hand up as she stepped back. “Aaaaah?! A talking stuffed animal?!”

“What is this thing?!” Yuki yelled, almost hiding behind Shinji.

“Is it a m-monster?! A monster!!” Iroha clings to her sketchbook, grabbing onto his arm like he was going to protect her. He wasn’t really thinking, but by instinct, he was quick to usher her behind him.

“Oh, good grief.” Monocrow speaks, reminding him that yes, this is very, very real right now. He lifts his wing up to his beak, almost as if he was hiding his mouth as he looks down at them all. “It’s rude to call your teacher a monster or a stuffed animal.”

“...Did Hope’s Peak really employ a sparrow as a teacher?” Out of everyone in the group, Nikei seemed to have lost his fiery temper from earlier and didn’t seem all that scared. If anything, he was staring at Monocrow flatly, slightly baffled but otherwise more interested in this turn of events. He even pulls up his notepad to write on it. “Well, this is definitely an interesting scoop once I get off of this damn island.”

“I’m no sparrow! Merely a confident raven.” Monocrow yelled out indignantly, flapping his wings wide open like he was threatening them. The sight did nothing to appease his anxiety.

“You look just like a sparrow though. Or at least a magpie.” Yuri said, taking this in stride a lot more compared to everyone else if his smile was any indication.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Hope’s Peak is behind this? And that’s the teacher?” Setsuka laughs a little, although her expression has an awkward smile as she starts to sweat. “That doesn’t make any sense…but then again, this school sure has a sick sense of humor.”

“I doubt this trial was anything close to a joke.” Mikado snidely remarks. His mask, however, was clearly surprised with its wide eyes and gaping mouth.

“C-Calm down! We don’t really know if the school really is behind this. And if they are, then this has to be a puppet!” Shinji said, clearly trying to take charge. “The real teacher’s got to be around here somewhere.”

“Stop treating me like a puppet!” Monocrow huffs, turning his head away. His wing brushes against his beak once more. “I am Monocrow, a precious existence.”

“...He’s kinda cute.” Kanade admits with a giggle.

…No matter how he looks at this thing, it is not cute.

“Which part of it is cute?! It’s horrible! I hate birds!” Hibiki said, gaping at her sister like she was crazy. He wouldn’t go as far as to lump all the birds with Monocrow, but he can’t help but agree with Hibiki wholeheartedly.

“Congratulations, Ms. Hibiki. I despise you now.” Mikado deadpanned, his mask shifting into his usual flat expression.

“…I’m more curious on how it moves.” Kokoro said, calm and collected, perhaps even more so than Yuri. He turns to gap at her as she levels her stare at Monocrow.

This was absurd.

Everything about this was absurd.

The apparent kidnapping, his lack of memories, the fake corpse, the class trial, this…thing…

It was all horribly crazy. Even the classmates that had been trying to keep a steady head once everything had turned sideways since the body announcement had become anxious at the appearance of their so-called “teacher.”

And he was certain it was only going to get worse from here.

“Tick tock, Prof. Sparrow. I hope you’ve got a good reason for wasting our time.” Syobai speaks up, looking like he is ready to walk out if something doesn’t grab his attention soon. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that this isn’t because you’re officially welcoming us to Hope’s Peak, right? You wouldn’t have gone out of your way to create that fake case if there wasn’t a catch in all this.”

“Huh?! Are you serious?!” Shinji exclaims, turning his attention to Syobai. The amnesiac grabbed his chest, feeling something heavy weighing down his heart as he tried to breathe. But when he feels a hand press against his back, he turns to see it was Kokoro. She didn’t say a word. She just held him tightly like an anchor.

“Ah, I must say. I’m impressed.” Was it just him, or was Monocrow smiling behind his wing? “A student who actually pays attention.” The bird then waves his wing to the side. “But you see, Mr. Hashimoto, this isn’t just a welcoming ceremony to Hope’s Peak Academy.” The fact that Monocrow called this a welcoming ceremony sent shivers down his spine. “This is less of a school and more of a…facility. You see, you’re all going to be on a very special ‘field trip,’ starting now!” Monocrow spreads his wings out, almost as if he was excited for this announcement.

“...Field trip?” The eyes of Mikado’s mask narrow, a palpable tension rising from his shoulders.

“Wow, a field trip after solving a murder case…” Emma said, her laugh nothing more than pure disbelief.

“So the old fart’s name is Hashimoto! Well, he’s a dude, so who cares.” Yuri said, still smiling as he wags his finger in the air. Syobai huffs but doesn't bother engaging with him. And the amnesiac already knew that, if only because he had mistaken Syobai’s podium for his own.

“So have you all calmed down now? I can’t explain our field trip if you’re done fussing over me.” Monocrow settles his wings and starts to rub his beak.

“Do we seem calm to you?!” Yoruko, having recovered from her shock, yells as she leans forward with clenched fists. “Not only did we wake up on this weird island in the middle of nowhere, but you also put us through a traumatic experience!”

“Maybe if you shut your mouth for two seconds, you might get some answers. He’s trying to give an explanation.” Syobai said, clearly telling the hostess to back off. Yoruko…took more offense to it than expected.

“Excuse me?!” Yoruko crosses her arms, almost marching up to Syobai if it weren’t for Yuki stopping her.

“I understand how you feel, Yoruko…But he’s right! We don’t know the purpose of this field trip, especially after that class trial.” Yuki puts his hands up but is careful not to touch her. Yoruko grits her teeth but backs down just as quickly as she had gotten mad. Once everyone had gotten quiet, anxious with anticipation, Monocrow finally continued.

“Now that you all have settled down, I shall begin.” Monocrow turns his head as he gestures with his wing. “As I’ve said before, I’m the teacher in charge of your Hope’s Peak Academy Field Trip, and also…the one who controls Utsuroshima.” He spreads his wings out as his tone turns into a more sing-songy voice. “The crowiest crow who ever crowed a crow, I am known as Monocrow. Nice to meet ya.”

“...What.” The stupid line made his feeling of absurdity temper down with a rise of anger. He was still scared. So very scared. But it took all of his effort not to antagonize the bird in front of him.

He had to know.

He had to know what he had planned for them all.

“Just to clarify, you are in this year’s freshmen class of Hope’s Peak Academy.” Monocrow lowers his wings. “You were all instructed to wear a uniform related to your talents and go somewhere specific, correct?”

“Yeah, but we don’t remember anything after that.” Yuki was the one that answered, looking a little more calmer now that Yoruko didn’t look like she was going to rip Syobai’s head off. He tugs on his tie nervously. “We woke up here on this island…”

“Oh, my apologies for being so cruel!” He didn’t sound very genuine, almost covering his beak again like he was suppressing a laugh. “I promise, you’re all going to have nothing but fun on this island from here on out.”

“Bullshit.”

The word leaves his mouth before he even realizes what he just said.

Everyone turns their attention to him, ranging from surprise to annoyance.

Monocrow goes quiet, staring down at him from the tower.

He swallows, feeling another pit of anxiety in his stomach.

But another, stronger feeling pushes it aside.

Determination…and thinly veiled fury.

“This. Is bullshit.” His words were firm, barely tranquil as he was on the verge of yelling. But he managed to keep it steady as he spoke. “A Hope’s Peak Field Trip? A crow for a teacher? I don’t fucking believe it. Not after that fucked up trial you forced us through.” He tightens his fist over his chest. “There’s no way this is some normal event. You have something planned against us. What is it?!”

Monocrow tilts his head at him.

“...Well, you’d be right in that this isn’t normal.” Monocrow, to his frustration, took his outburst in stride. “For starters, this field trip doesn’t have an end date.”

“What? What did you just say?” Hajime, who had been mostly silent up to this point, gaps at the bird. The amnesiac felt his heart plummet.

“There is no end date. This trip could go on for all eternity!” Monocrow flaps his wings before brushing one of them against his beak. Mikado steps back, hovering nearby like he was coming to a horrible realization. And he wasn’t the only one. Everyone looked like they had been told the most insane news yet.

All except Syobai, who actually started to chuckle.

“Ohoho, so you’re trapping us here then?” Syobai said with a smirk and his hands in his pockets.

“W-What?!” It was Nikei. The implications seemed to have finally sunk into the group.

“That’s a problem! We…We…” Iroha clutches her sketchbook close to her chest. “We have to go home! This is insane!”

“Yeah, who gave you the right to do this?! To put us through that messed up trial?!” Yuki clenched his fist, almost determined to fight back. But Monocrow waves his wing like the question didn’t interest him at all.

“No reason to get so worked up. There is a way to end the field trip, if you so choose.” Monocrow said, rubbing his beak.

“And what’s that?” Shinji asked, his forehead sweating as he waited for an answer. He suddenly felt his own body go out in a cold sweat.

This instinct in his body…

It felt horrible.

It felt twisted.

It felt like…a strange sense of deja vu.

And he knew-

“You gotta kill someone.”

-it was only going to get worse.

Silence filled the group.

No one could react.

Not with the dreadful news that has all been dropped in their lap.

His body has gone numb.

Everyone looked like a chill had gone through them. The terror, the anxiety, the suspicion…

It all felt like so much.

It all felt so overwhelming.

And then, finally, someone breaks the silence.

“What…What did you just say?” Yoruko’s voice felt small, almost feeble. Her face had gone pale and was holding her hand against her chest as she shakes.

“I said you gotta kill someone.” Monocrow said, direct and straight to the point. There was no way to mistake his words for anything else.

“Kill…? You mean, like…in some kind of video game, right?” Hibiki still seemed to be in denial but he didn’t blame her. She was just as scared as everyone else.

“Good grief…No, I mean actual murder.” Monocrow spreads his wings out, his red eye almost glowing in anger and yet, excitement. “You could stab them and tear out their intestines or separate the flesh from their bones. You could rip their body apart and hang it up somewhere…Shoot ‘em, burn ‘em, drown ‘em, slash their throats, fry them with electricity, or just hit them really hard. Anything your little heart’s desire. Whatever method you choose, if you manage to kill someone…Then you can end the field trip and leave the island.”

He couldn’t move.

No one could move.

No one could think of any kind of response.

His body had completely frozen up at the pure malice radiating off of Monocrow.

And all he could think of was, ‘Not again.’

‘Please, not again.’

‘He can’t do this again.’

He can’t let this happen again.’

It didn’t make any sense.

None of this makes any sense.

Not even his own thoughts made sense.

And then he felt it.

The hand against his back pressed more firmly against him.

The sudden anchor of a physical presence pulls him from his thoughts. Just enough to look down to see it was Kokoro still holding onto him tight.

“So you mean…” Her eyes narrow. “The purpose of this field trip is to have us kill each other…correct?”

“Yes. A ‘Field Trip of Mutual Killing,’ if you will. What better way to start a new semester of school?” Monocrow said, rubbing his wing against his beak.

“This…This is a bit too crazy, even for a scoop.” He hears Nikei mutter, stepping further and further away from where the fountain used to be. Yuki was gritting his teeth with a groan before finally snapping.

“Stop screwing with us! Why do we have to kill someone?!” He yells out with a clenched fist.

“Well said!” Yoruko seemed to have recovered from her shock, crossing an arm under her chest. She narrows her eyebrows at Monocrow as she sweats. “Do you really think we’re gonna follow through with that?!”

“We could swim out of here if we really want to.” Yuri immediately offers the suggestion with a smile. Somehow, he really doubts any of them could get out that way. Not without knowing where the nearest land is…or if they’re close enough to swim to it at all.

“Y-Yeah! We’d never do something like that! Don’t you dare ruin a happy field trip!” Iroha yells out indignantly, putting her hand up against her chest.

“Alright, that’s it! Anyone here who’s got some meat on their bones, come with me. We’re gonna beat this puppet down!” Shinji’s face had turned red in righteous anger, crossing his arms as he steps up to face Monocrow. He even nods his way, as if expecting him to join him.

He was almost tempted to, if he wasn’t certain that this would backfire on him. On all of them.

“This whole thing is pissing me off. Mind if I join you?” Hajime asked, walking up to take a spot next to Shinji.

Not him too…! Can’t they see that they’re only going to piss Monocrow off?

“Hey! Hey!” Speaking of whom, Monocrow flaps his wings in a wide arc as he starts to scold them. “No violence against a teacher!”

“Go for it! Beat him up!” Hibiki screams out, clenching her fists as she leans forward. Before anyone could do anything though-

“Don’t get any closer to Monocrow!”

Mikado’s yell stops everyone in their tracks. He had even flown in front of Shinji and Hajime, putting his arms out in front of them like a shield. The amnesiac barely felt him leave his side in those few seconds.

“Huh…?” Yuki muttered, staring at Mikado dumbfounded. When the wizard was certain that Shinji and Hajime weren’t going to force their way through, he raised one of his hands.

“...That thing is dangerous.” Mikado warns, tense like a coil that had been restrained by something heavy. A coil that was ready to spring into action at any given moment. “My senses are telling me that he will punish us if we disobey.”

“Disobey?” Shinji, as quick as he was with his temper, was also quick to simmer down once stopped. He raises his hand to touch Mikado but he leans away from him. “What are you talking about? Do you know what’s going on–”

“No, I don’t. But that…thing…” Mikado stares down Monocrow and he can almost sense the hatred radiating off of his body. “It’s familiar. Different, but familiar. And if we’re not careful, it’ll hurt us in retaliation.” He then pauses before aiming his raised hand towards the bird. “Well, the real question is if it can stand my magic…”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, you just stopped us from fighting that thing and now you’re gonna do it yourself?!” Hajime yells as he points at him, flabbergasted. “What the hell, man?!

“Eh?!?!? Don’t fight him, Mikado! You’ll get hurt!” Iroha holds her sketchbook close to her chest. “Even with magic, he’ll attack back, right? Right?!”

“Oh, what’s going on here?” Monocrow said, raising his wings as his red eye glows in irritation. “Do you really think your magic can kill me, Mr. Sannoji?”

“...Yes.” It was the way Mikado said it so calmly that sent chills down his spine. He steps forward, a magic circle with runes forming before his hand. “Everyone, get behind me! This will get messy.”

“Eh…I’d much rather get behind one of these lovely ladies instead…” Yuri muttered with a cross of his arms. He still falls in line behind Mikado, though, as if he knew that it would be better to listen despite his complaints.

“What the heck is going on?!” Hibiki cries out as she is one of the first few people to obey Mikado’s orders. Emma joins her side, holding her arms close to her chest.

“With Mikado’s display of magic, this situation will certainly wrap up in no time…” Emma muttered, contemplative as she watched the magic manifests in Mikado’s hand.

Monocrow, however, simply cocked his head to the side.

“What could you possibly do here? Utsuroshima is my domain!” Monocrow’s voice was low, as if promising a horrendous retribution. “Your magic…is nothing compared to me, Mr. Sannoji. Nothing.”

“Bold words for something so small.” Mikado hissed out, raising a finger up to his mask. The magic runes glow brightly, as if the charge up had just been completed. It looked as though Mikado was going to wipe Monocrow off of the tower with a beam of fire. Honestly, it was terrifying to see him use his own talent to try and kill someone.

Everything about their situation was terrifying.

Even with their supposed protector standing right before them, he still felt terrified.

There was a heavy weight on his chest. Like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Like he couldn’t believe it would be that easy.

That there was no way Mikado Sannoji, the Ultimate Wizard, could defeat Monocrow. No matter how powerful he is.

No way…that they could escape…

He feels a small hand grip his, tight and soft.

He looked down to see it was Kokoro staring up at him. Her expression was flat, like always, but there was a determined glint to her eyes. Like she was completely unmoved by Monocrow’s plans that were full of despair.

“Don’t worry.” She spoke, her soft voice reaching his ears almost soothingly. “Everything will turn out okay. Let us watch.”

“Kokoro…” His voice was low, almost cracking with the fear that held him in a chokehold. And yet, her hand was what he needed. An anchor to reality that would help him face whatever comes his way.

Yes…

Everything will turn out okay.

They have Mikado, a literal wizard. With actual magic that screamed power right before their eyes.

And Kokoro was here, supporting him, along with everyone else.

Everything will be okay!

Everything–

“Don’t you dare trick him, you bitch.”

Kokoro turns.

And then–

BANG!

Kokoro flies back, blood spurting out from her head.

She falls to the ground, motionless.

Lifeless.

A single hole with blood flowing from her forehead and down her nose.

A bullet shot from a gun.

Right before his eyes.

And her hand had left his own, empty and cold.

He stares down at her.

Everyone was staring down at her.

The shock was palpable in the group, freezing everyone in their tracks. Even Mikado’s magic has dissipated as he stared down at Kokoro. The mask’s eyes were wide before going completely blank once more.

He opens his mouth. Closes it.

And then, finally, he finds his voice.

“Ko…Koko…ro…?”

His voice was tiny and quiet to his own ears. But no matter how much he stared, reality did not change before his eyes.

Kokoro Mitsume, the Ultimate Psychologist…

Was dead before his feet.

A sigh echoed across the park and they all turned towards the sound. It all felt too slow to him with his stiff limbs. But he sees them.

The culprits behind her death.

A person, who seems to be a woman if her body shape is to go by, has her identity completely hidden under her gray coat with its hood hiding most of her face. But he can see the white hair peeking out from under the hood, the dark blue skirt of what he assumed was a dress, white stockings, and tanned Mary janes with dark blue bows.

And the woman with curly red orange hair that reached her shoulders, wearing a gray pinstripe suit with a pencil skirt, white blouse, black tie, sheer dark brown stockings and black heels, was glaring down at Kokoro with her pistol still smoking in her hand. The coat…the coat? He recognized that coat, that glare and that symbol on her ID…

It made his heart flutter in joy.

Joy that was immediately crushed with horror at himself…and at the people that killed his friend.

“...Thank goodness.” The hooded woman said, gripping her wrist. He could barely see the smile on her face. “It seems we made it in time.”

“Of course we did.” The redhead woman scoffed, leering at her companion. The smile falls off of her face but she says nothing else.

“Eeeeeueh?!” The shock from Monocrow would’ve been pleasing to his ears if Kokoro wasn’t lying dead by his feet. He even somehow broke into a sweat too, covering his beak with his wings.

“Waaaaaaahh?! Kokoro?!” Iroha screams, holding her sketchbook up to her chest. Sweat drips down from her skin, her face becoming much paler than before.

“You…You just shot her.” Shinji said, dumbfounded with his mouth hanging open. He then whirls around, his face turning red once more. “You shot her!”

“What…What is the meaning of this?” Yuri spoke up, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the women.

“I-Is she okay? I-Is it possible to give her first aid…?!” Kanade clenched her hands and she looked like she was on the verge of crying. Shinji snaps his gaze back to Kokoro upon being reminded of first aid, and turns to approach her.

“Step away from her! Now!” The hooded woman yells, stepping forward with a clack of her Mary janes. “She may be dead but we don’t know what else she might have up her sleeve! Someone as smart as her would definitely leave another nasty trick behind.”

“What…?” Yoruko goes pale at those words. “Kokoro…tricked us?” He felt his throat clog up, his chest tight as a mess of confused feelings swim in his head. What do they mean by that? Why did they shoot her? Why was she…killed…?

“I-I don’t know what’s going on anymore…” Hibiki sniffles, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I…I wanna go home…”

“I-It’s okay, Sis! Everything will be fine. It’ll be okay…” Kanade wipes her own tears away, looking more determined now that her sister is starting to break down.

“What’s going on?! Who are you?!” Yuki backs away from the two women, terrified of what they’ve done. Terrified of the gun in her hand.

And yet, his voice pulls both of their attention to him.

“...Maeda-sama…” The hooded woman whispers, lifting her hands up and clenching them together. The amnesiac winces and rubs his forehead.

“Yuki Maeda…So we finally meet.” The redhead puts her gun away, her glare lightening if only slightly. Her gaze then drifts away, almost landing…on himself? “...And look at what you’ve gotten yourself into. Both of you.”

He flinches at those words. At that stare.

A stare that seemed soft towards him. Too soft.

Like she knew Yuki.

Like she knew…him.

Does…Does she know him?

Would these two women, who killed his friend, really know him?

“...What?” Yuki said, gripping his tie. He feels himself unconsciously take a step back, his brain hurting as his confusion only grows. The lucky student notices the redhead staring at him and turns to look. “Do you…know these people?”

“I…” He gulps. His chest hurts. Like he couldn’t understand what he should be feeling right now. Shock. Happy. Horror. Confusion. Anger. “I don’t…know.”

“Mekaru-sama…” The hooded woman turns to look at her companion, Mekaru. A name that made his brain sting and he grabs his head again to try and relieve the pain. “This situation…?”

“Shut up.” Mekaru snaps at her. Her eyes have narrowed again. “All of this…It was all last minute. So I couldn’t gather enough information before coming here.” She takes a deep breath while the woman, who remains unnamed, lowers her head slightly. “Regardless, we have things that need to be dealt with now.” She closes her eyes. “Everyone, listen up. I know you’re confused, but you have to listen to me.”

“Why?”

The word slips from his mouth without him realizing it. Everyone was staring at him now, including the two women that had appeared out of nowhere. Mekaru herself seemed surprised, and it was a feeling that he felt at himself as well.

But it was a feeling that was overshadowed with confused fury.

“Why should we trust you?” His voice rose, nearly cracking as his emotions spilled forth. His head hurt, his heart hurt, everything hurt. But no matter how much it hurt, he just had to yell. “Why should we trust you when we know nothing about you? When you…When you just shot someone! Before our own eyes! Someone we knew as a friend…!” He feels tears well up in his eyes as clenches his fist. “Who the hell do you think you are?!”

The women stood there by the entrance of the park. Their eyes were wide, as if this outburst was unexpected to the both of them.

And then, the hooded woman spoke a name.

“...O-Otori-sama…?” She said, her voice shaky and bewildered. “Are you…okay?”

Otori.

Otori…?

Who is…Otori?

“...Teruya.” Another name, this time spoken from Mekaru’s low voice. Her hands slip out of her coat limply. “Do you…not remember me?”

Teruya.

Teruya…Otori.

Teruya Otori.

Teruya Otori?

He stands there.

He stares.

He feels a rush.

A connection to a name that fits.

Like a puzzle piece finding its place.

A place among a board that held missing pieces. Too many missing pieces.

For he remembered nothing.

Teruya Otori…remembered nothing at all.

Mekaru stares at him.

And then stares at the ground, gritting her teeth.

“...Nevermind. That’s not the point.” Mekaru said, her voice low as she pressed her hand against her chest. Her expression cools and she takes a deep breath. “I understand what you are saying. But that only makes what I have to say next even more important. The one who brought you all here to make you kill one another…” She drops her hand, her eyes regaining it’s harsh glare once more. “The mastermind behind all of this…is Kokoro Mitsume.”

“Wh-What?!” Hajime said, holding up a fist as he pointed at her. “Wh-What are you saying?!”

“I…I know it’s hard to believe.” The hooded woman said after taking a deep breath. She was moving on from that strange pause and following Mekaru’s lead. “But that’s a fact. There have been a string of missing people for months now…including Maeda-sama and Otori-sama. But now, after tracking down the culprit, Kokoro Mitsume, we’ve finally put a stop to her.”

“H-Hold on…!” Yuki speaks up, clenching his fist. “He has a point. You’re just…strangers that walked in out of nowhere and shot someone in the head! And how do you know me? How do you know him?!”

“...To think that you would oppose us like this…” Mekaru murmured, and yet he can still hear her from here. They all did. Which only left more questions for them. For him. For…Teruya…? She takes in another deep breath and squeezes her eyes shut. “I can explain everything once we get all of you out of here. Just believe me when I say that Kokoro Mitsume has been committing crimes behind everyone’s backs this whole time. And I can’t say for sure what her goal is, but forcing you to kill each other seems to be part of some larger plan. It’s a good thing we have foiled her attempt at this twisted game before it could even get started.”

“Wh-Who do you even think you are, saying all of this stuff?” It looked like there was some color coming back to Iroha’s face. But she was still sweating as she stared at the women before her.

“Because we’re…or rather, Mekaru-sama, is from the Kisaragi Foundation.” The woman spoke up, holding her wrist. “They hunt down and capture those known as ‘Remnants of Despair’ and rescue their surviving victims. I…knew how these Despairs worked, so I offered to help on this mission. Mekaru-sama here is in charge of gathering information and spearheads the investigations.”

“Kisaragi Foundation…? Remnants of Despair…?” Hibiki raises her hands, her confusion written all over her face. He – Teruya? – feels his brain pound against his skull and winces. He holds his head.

Why…?

Why is all of this sounding so familiar?

Why does he seem to have a connection to these people?

These people that…killed Kokoro…

“I don’t have a clue what these guys are talking about.” Shinji admits, holding his hand up.

“...This must’ve been like the previous killing game. Right, Mekaru-sama…?” The woman leans over towards Mekaru. She glares at her but slowly nods her head.

“Yes but…for Teruya…” Her eyes land on him again, going soft once more. He tenses and takes another step back.

“...What do we do?” Setsuka rubs the back of her head. Out of everyone, she seems to be the calmest of the group. “Even your Big Sis can’t keep up with what’s going on.”

“So…what? Kokoro is the mastermind?” Yoruko seems to have calmed down at this point. But she clearly didn’t trust the two women before her with the way she holds herself tightly. “But…what’s with that puppet thing?!”

“...Like I said, we’ll explain once we get you all out of here.” Mekaru said, walking up to Kokoro’s body. “For now, let’s confirm Kokoro Mitsume’s status and wrap up this case.”

“Right…” The hooded woman nodded and followed Mekaru.

Monocrow didn’t stop them. He was just standing on that clock tower, watching them in silence.

No one said anything.

Not Yuki, not Shinji, not even himself.

How could they when no one but the women knew what was apparently happening?

None of them could stop them when they knew nothing.

Even when his hands shook in his tight fists, he could do nothing.

“To think all of this had happened…But I really shouldn’t be surprised. Even the most respected people can turn to Despair.” Mekaru muttered, kneeling down to examine the psychologist’s body. Her fingers trace her head to her neck. “Not that it matters now. It seems like she’s dead–”

“Wait.” The hooded woman pauses suddenly. Now that she was standing right beside him, he could see the tension in her shoulders and the way her face scrunched up in confusion. Her brown eyes narrow as they dart back and forth in searching the area. The sudden change in demeanor made his own anxiety spike. “Do you hear that?”

“What?” Mekaru’s head snaps up in her direction. Her eyes were narrowed but her tone was genuinely surprised. “What is–”

Clatter, clatter.

He barely has enough time to turn around to look and see metallic balls bouncing on the ground.

Metal balls that had flickering red lights.

Beep. Beep. Beep–!

He moves.

He doesn’t know why, but instinct alone made him jump towards the nearest person, which just so happened to be Yoruko and–

BOOM!

Everyone screamed.

Everyone went flying, scattering across the park in the air.

He held Yoruko as best as he could, taking the brunt of the explosion to the best as he possibly can.

But his brain barely had enough time to realize that there had been multiple bombs scattered around them and they had all gone off nearly the same time.

And then they hit the ground and his vision goes dark.

But only briefly.

His vision swam, blurring together as black spots appeared sporadically. His ears rang loudly, and he was coherent enough to worry if one of them had ruptured. He can even feel the pain of scrapes and bruises on his body from the rough landing. But, miraculously, nothing was broken. And slowly, the pain subsided along with the ringing and after some rapid blinking, so did the dark spots in his vision.

He winces as he slowly lets go of Yoruko, who groans but doesn’t get up right away. A quick scan of her body revealed that there were some rough scrapes on her arms and legs, her fishnet stockings having gotten ripped from the landing. However, she seemed to be okay thanks to him covering her.

But the others…

He tries to turn around, but cringes in pain as he has moved too fast. Yoruko was finally getting her bearings and slowly started propping herself up with her arms with a wince. Paying more attention to his body, he turns more slowly so he can check on everyone else.

There was so much smoke that it obscured his vision. But it was already dissipating by the time he started making a headcount. Everyone had been scattered about from the explosions, but no one had any obvious injuries. He held his breath as he didn’t want to count themselves lucky just yet. His eyes scan everyone as carefully as possible, even though he wasn’t close enough to check them personally and the remains of the smoke made it hard to tell if they were okay or not. Emma was the furthest away of the group but she was the first to get to her feet due to landing in a bush, albeit shakily. Kanade and Hibiki had been split apart, with the former having the unfortunate luck of landing on a bench and the latter still laying on the cold concrete pavement. God, he hoped she hadn’t been knocked out or worse. Nikei was the only one who was on his knees, but he was right in front of a statue and was clutching his head like he was in pain. He must’ve hit the statue, perhaps even got a concussion. They would need to get him medical help soon. Yuri had apparently gotten stuck in one of the trees, but he was swinging his legs back and forth so it’s probably safe to assume that he’s fine. Probably trying to balance himself while figuring out how to get down. Shinji was the only one that seemed to have bounced back at all, getting up to run to Yuri to try and help him get down. Syobai was the third person to get to his feet, using a bench to help balance himself as he glares at no one in particular. Yuki barely looked coherent at all as he laid on the ground, with Setsuka crawling over to check on him. Hajime was already getting onto his feet to help Iroha, who was struggling to even stand on her own two feet. Mikado was on the ground, hunched over and looking like he was gripping his face. He couldn’t tell what else might be happening, as from this angle, the wizard’s cape completely covered his body and head.

And then there was the woman, who was already on her feet but remained crouching low to the ground, covering her face with her arms as if to protect herself. Mekaru, however, was much closer to him and was panting heavily, propping herself up with her hands.

“Augh…What…?” Mekaru coughs, leaning heavily on her side as she tries to wave the smoke away. “How…”

“Mekaru-sama…” The woman’s voice was low, almost dangerous in tone. He realizes that she was staring at something and starts to follow her gaze.

Just in time to see Kokoro Mitsume rise from the dead.

The smoke finally fades out, and Kokoro’s eyes dart from one side of the park to the next. But unlike before, when there had been a flat but gentle gaze, there was nothing but coldness that could cut like a blade. Her eyes land on the two women and then himself before she slowly gets to her feet.

“…This…will cause some issues.” Kokoro, with blood still dripping from her forehead, leans down to pick up her tablet and pat down her legs. “You just had to walk in and complicate everything, did you?”

“Ko…Kokoro…?” He slowly starts to sit up, propping his hands on the ground between his legs. He still couldn’t believe what he was seeing. What he was hearing. He genuinely thought that this would be the last time he ever got to hear her voice again. It didn’t matter that he barely knew her for a day, he still considered her to be a friend. Or at least, one in the making.

And yet, when she stares at him, it is with piercing, frigid red eyes.

“It doesn’t matter. I had hoped for a bit more time, but the issues kept cropping up one after another.” Kokoro sighs, blinking her eyes and they instantly go back to normal. She lifts up her tablet. “But at least I was able to put in a few…failsafes before you arrived. For now, I’ll have to adjust the plan.”

“Kokoro, you’re…you’re not serious are you?” It was Emma who spoke up, and he felt his heart break for her. Kokoro’s words, despite sending his confused self into a spiraling mess of thoughts and feelings, all but confirmed her role in…everything. “Is…Is what these women say true? That you’re…”

“You’re…the mastermind.” Yuki finished for her, slowly getting to his feet with Setsuka’s help.

“Wait, wait…back up…” Nikei buds in, barely able to stand on his own two feet. But he managed to walk forward as he tightly held his hat in his hand. “If you’re…If you’re the mastermind, how the hell are you still breathing? And where did these bombs come from?!”

“…That’s what I like to know too, actually.” The woman scowled at Kokoro. She was clenching her fists very tightly. “Mekaru-sama shot you. In the head. Even if you survived for a few minutes, you shouldn’t be able to function right now!”

“Oh…” Kokoro starts to wipe the blood off of her forehead with her finger, like the hole was nothing more than a strangely shaped cut. And then, she leans down and picks up a small object, lifting it up for all to see: a used, crushed bullet. He feels his jaw drop, even as she starts to explain. “It was a close call. But I was able to activate my forcefield before contact. It didn’t stop me from bleeding…but my skull is intact, and that’s all that matters. Especially with how chaotic everything has turned out now.” She then drops the bullet, the sounds of it clattering along the pavement echoing in everyone’s shocked minds. With her arm now outstretched, Monocrow suddenly makes his appearance known again by flying over and landing on her arm.

“This truly is a shame to our original plan, Ms. Mitsume. Are you okay with this?” Monocrow leaned in close to Kokoro, even though everyone can still hear his voice from here.

“...I can make this work.” Kokoro said with a frown. “I’m simply…hmm, yes. I’m annoyed that this has happened, and so soon.” She narrowed her eyes at the strangers. The strangers that had come all this way to rescue them. Strangers that clearly knew him.

He suddenly had a sinking feeling in his gut.

“Are you…Are you really Kokoro?” Setsuka’s voice is low, almost holding Yuki close to her. It seemed like he was still trying to process what was happening before him.

“I…I don’t know. But she’s speaking with Monocrow as if they’re equals.” Yoruko finally found her voice, although it was shaky.

“Really? I don’t believe this!” It was Yuri, firm and perhaps even in a bit of denial. He had finally, albeit reluctantly, accepted Shinji’s help in getting him down from the tree.

“Mekaru-sama, are you alright?” The woman glances at her companion. Mekaru’s back was facing him but he could imagine the frown on her face as she nodded.

“I’m fine.” She slowly starts to sit up, glancing at the hooded woman. “...I just didn’t expect her to have made these last minute preparations. We came here as quickly as we could, too.” She then pulls her gaze back to Kokoro. “Do you really think you can escape this situation? If so, we will not stand by idly.” Mekaru puts her foot down on the ground and reaches for her gun. “Do you really think we came here without any research or precautions?”

“All the more reason to take action before you do.” Was Kokoro’s simple response.

“...What–?” Mekaru starts, only for the ground to start shaking again. Yoruko yelps and covers her head with her hands while he is quick to pull her close. He was ready to run in case the floor starts to give way underneath themselves.

But it wasn’t the floor this time.

No, it was the clock tower, as it starts to disassemble and reassemble itself. Stones and wood panels were quickly revealed to be fake as metal shone in the moonlight. It quickly forms arms and then legs and it was then that his mind supplied the word ‘mech’ that he felt horror lodge itself into his throat. And with every step the mech took, the ground shakes underneath them all. He felt his eyes go wide before he grabs Yoruko and helps her to her feet, running to the side to put distance between themselves and the mech. Everyone else was either helping each other stand or were running away as well.

He didn’t know what that mech had on itself, but he didn’t want to wait to find out.

“No…” He turns his head to see the hooded woman standing up straight. “No, no, no…! Never again…Never again!” Before he knew it, she was running towards the mech, and he could’ve sworn he saw something glint in her hand. “I’ll kill you…Kokoro Mitsume!!”

Mekaru stands, reaching out for the woman.

“TAIRA, NO–!”

His heart pounds.

He felt chills go up his spine.

And before he knew it, everything went to hell.

Bullets, multiple ones, were shot and he can only see their impact from the ground. Like they were raining from the sky itself. He freezes up, pulling Yoruko even closer to try and protect her from any stray bullets with his body. The hooded woman, despite not seeing where the bullets were coming from, started weaving back and forth across the park. Like she was trying to dodge the attacks that were coming from out of nowhere. Mekaru tries to keep up, holding her gun up as she tries to take aim. But she was clearly struggling as she kept stopping and turning to keep herself from getting shot.

And right when the woman looked like she was starting to close the gap between herself and Kokoro, the mech’s arm opened up and revealed multiple rockets in its sockets.

He opened his mouth to scream, to warn them, but it was already too late.

The rockets were launched, flying towards the woman and Mekaru.

The woman jumped back but couldn’t get out of range in time.

The rocket closest to her explodes upon hitting the ground, the force of the impact managing to send her flying through the air until she was nothing but a speck of light in the sky. And then, just like that, she was gone.

Mekaru dives to the ground as the rockets explode around her, smoke and fire and debris blocking his vision of what was happening. Screams surrounded his ears, ringing louder and louder in his head. Yoruko tugged on him, but his body had completely frozen up.

The mech takes another step.

And then another.

The smoke starts to dissolve, revealing Mekaru lying on the ground.

Dirty.

Cut.

Bleeding, with her leg twisted in a way that it shouldn’t.

Mekaru was heavily panting, her hand in her pocket and leaning heavily on the other.

She looks up and makes eye contact with him.

Eyes that were scared and vulnerable.

He reaches out for her.

The mech lifts up its other arm, a minigun jutting out.

And in an instant, it lights up.

Loud, sharp, crackling and popping of bullets faster than he can process hit their target. A messy and chaotic spill of blood and flesh fly in the air, with strands of red hair falling from her head. Bullets littered her body with holes, leaving gaping mounds of space and air. Her glasses fall and break upon hitting the ground. Her ID, which was attached to her coat, gets hit by a bullet, unlatching itself due to the impact before another bullet hits it in midair and then clatters onto the ground. It slides away only slightly, smearing blood before it stops.

Mekaru falls to the ground, silenced.

He stares at her. The guns have gone quiet, but to him, the world itself was silenced.

Even when someone tugs on his arm, he feels himself pull away, taking a step forward.

And another.

His arm, which was still reaching out for her, slowly fell to his side. He finally feels his legs give out only a few inches away from her. His head felt heavy. So heavy, to the point that his eyes finally break away to stare at the ground, with only the ID in his sight.

‘Rei M—ru, Former Ul–mate Professo-’

The rest of the ID was either covered in blood or holes, destroying what remained of her identity. Even the picture of herself was ruined beyond comprehension.

Not that it mattered right now.

His vision was so blurry that he could barely read a thing now.

Drops of water fall and he reaches for his eyes to touch them.

To touch the tears that felt nothing like his own.

And yet, the deep, crushing sense of anguish felt so ingrained into him that shedding tears felt strangely natural.

“...Goodbye, Mekaru.” He can hear Kokoro’s voice and breathes in harshly. He slowly reaches for the ID, as it was the only thing he’ll have of her now.

“Teruya…Teruya.” He feels a hand on his shoulder and he slowly looks up. It was Yoruko, but her back was turned on him. She was staring at something with wide eyes and he followed her gaze numbly.

And sees a drone aiming its gun right at them.

His eyes go wide as another drone appears out of thin air, also sporting its own gun. The drones, who have apparently been invisible up to this point, slowly appear one by one. He feels another layer of dread fall on his shoulders as he slowly starts to focus on his surroundings again. He pockets the ID and slowly gets to his feet, looking around. There were so many more than he realized, and with every advance the drones make, everyone would start stepping closer and closer to one another. Before he knew it, the entire group was surrounded by a circle of drones, silently threatened by the guns the machines held.

“Ah…” He turns his head to the side, seeing the shock frozen on Hibiki’s face. It looked like she had woken up in the middle of the chaos at some point and was leaning heavily against her sister. Yuki was shaking beside her and his face had gone pale. He looked like he was on the verge of screaming.

“Oh God…She’s…Sh-She’s dead.” He hears Iroha mutter to herself and turns to look at her. She was hiding behind Hajime with her sketchbook held against her chest. “She’s…She’s really dead.”

“N-Not just her…That other woman went flying through the sky.” Shinji speaks up. He has his arms out in front of the group, like he’s ready to fight the drones. Despite his large and tall body, he couldn’t cover the entire group. He was only one person. At least Hajime seemed to be taking a similar role as him. “Once she starts falling, that’s it. She might as well be…”

“Dead. Probably.” Kokoro’s voice finishes for him. They all turn towards the psychologist, the mastermind herself. Monocrow was no longer on her arm, instead flying passively beside her.

“A body filled with bullets…She might as well be swiss cheese.” Monocrow chuckles to himself. It only made him sick to his stomach.

“Enough jokes, Monocrow.” Kokoro admonishes the bird, her eyes barely glancing at him. Monocrow huffs but goes quiet. She then brings her attention back to the group, putting her tablet underneath her arm and taking her glasses off to clean them with a rag. “Now that that’s over with…I would hope this taught you all a lesson. None of you can fight against me. Not with the machines I wield before you now. It would be pointless.”

Silence.

They were all silent.

None of them could think of a word to say.

Except for one.

“Go to hell.”

Kokoro blinks and starts to put her glasses back on her face.

But the air around Kokoro goes bright red–

–and then exploded into a burst of flames.

They all cover their faces from the sudden bright light, some of them screaming at the sudden explosion. He barely notices even more flames bursting out and hitting a few drones with fire balls. They fall to the ground, burnt and shattering upon impact.

“Can things stop happening for five minutes?!” Yuki yells out, both terrified and exasperated at the escalating situation. The amnesiac grit his teeth, trying to see through the bright light of the towering wall of fire. Through his fingers, he manages to see a familiar wizard stumble into view and still holding his mask.

“...Tsk. It seems…you have a better response time than expected.” Mikado speaks, his voice dangerously low as he slowly lets go of his mask. The fire starts to die down, but he can still see the cracks forming on that mask and he winces. The explosions must have done more damage than expected. “No matter. I’ll just have to make sure you can’t dodge the next one.” The wizard looks up and he feels compelled to follow his gaze.

There, in the sky, was Kokoro being held by Monocrow. He was holding her from the back of her sweater and she seemed genuinely shocked by Mikado’s attack with her wide eyes and shrunken pupils. But the expression quickly disappears and she stares down at him flatly.

“Ms. Mitsume, are you okay?” Monocrow asked, somehow managing to carry Kokoro despite being a bird. He may be a very large bird in comparison to certain species, but he was still a bird.

“I’m fine.” She narrows her eyes at Mikado. “But what are you doing? You know that I am the mastermind, and that fighting against me is useless. Why don’t you just accept your role as a participant in the Field Trip of Mutual Killing? I am no different than you.”

“No different…?” Mikado spat the words out like he’d been offended. He grips his hand into tight fists. “You intended to hide your role as the mastermind and manipulate us from behind the scenes. You put everyone in danger for a killing game. For that…” The mask visibly darkens into a sick, dreadful black with murderous red eyes. “That deserves death.”

Without another word, Mikado summons a cane to his hand and hits the ground with it. Almost instantly, a glowing magic circle appears with runes forming inside of it. Fire erupts from the runes, aiming straight for Kokoro. The psychologist was quick to start tapping away on her tablet, and Monocrow pulled her out of the way. The drones turn their attention to Mikado and immediately start to fire in retaliation. However, Mikado noticed and flew out of the way, summoning more runes to fire back at the drones. Some got hit by the fireballs, others managed to dodge in the air. With the drones no longer surrounding them, some of his fellow students were already making a break for the entrance of the park.

However, Monocrow had just set Kokoro down on top of the mech, which held a platform for her to stand on and a rail to keep her from falling off. He sees her tap something on her tablet and the mech raises its minigun towards Mikado, following him as he flies through the air. He felt glued to the floor as his heart hammered against his chest, unable to move despite Yoruko tugging on his arm. The minigun goes off, bullets flying out and tearing through anything that was in its way. Trees, pavement, anything. Mikado tries to dodge the bullets, but when the rain of bullets hit the statue as he flies by, its marble stone breaks apart instantly and rubble starts to fall onto him. The wizard had no choice but to put up a shield made out of red magic to protect himself. The rubble bounces off of the shield but so do the bullets.

And the ones that don’t hit the shield start to stray too close to everyone else.

“GET DOWN!” The yell comes out of his mouth purely by instinct. Yoruko yelps as he pulls her close so he can cover her with his body again. He sees the rest of the group do what they’re told without a second thought. He can even hear Yuki and Hibiki scream as they hit the ground and he feels something sharp whiz past his cheek.

And then, things go quiet.

No, not necessarily quiet.

It sounded like everything had become muffled around them, with the occasional pangs of something hitting light but solid.

He blinked as his focus was completely on the ground. He was still tense from the thought of being this close to a chaotic fight like this. But with the sounds having become so muted, he can’t help but raise his head.

And sees the large bright red, transparent shield surrounding the whole group.

Mikado was still flying around, but he kept his cane aimed at the group with a circle of magical runes surrounding the handle. He was still sending fireballs towards Kokoro’s mech and drones as he flew, but this time it was with his hand, not his cane.

“Dammit, what is this?!” He turns his gaze towards Nikei, who starts banging against the shield. It doesn’t budge, of course. “We’re stuck in here!”

“A-And this shield is keeping us from getting shot!”Kanade shoots back, lifting her hands up with a huff. Hibiki nearly falls from her sister’s shoulder and she shoots her a glare but goes completely ignored. Nikei winces and rubs his head. The amnesiac feels his heart pound at the sight of blood dripping from it.

“Uh…You’re right. Sorry.” Nikei muttered, rubbing his head. “Fuck, my head hurts…” Shinji gets up from the ground and walks up to examine him. The journalist squirms but quickly relents.

“...It looks like you hit your head pretty hard.” Shinji said, who was quickly growing concerned. “Your skull doesn’t seem broken or anything but you might have a concussion. If only we had a first aid station or at least a doctor around…”

“Nothing we can do about that…” Nikei grunts before shoving his hands away from him.

“This…This is Mikado’s doing, right?” Yuki speaks up, gesturing to the shield around them. They all turn towards the fight scene outside of the shield. Mikado was still zipping around, teleporting in bursts of fire and dodging attacks left and right. There just doesn’t seem to be an end to the drones attacking him with bullets, no matter how many he destroys. And Kokoro was still watching him, able to keep up despite his chaotic tactics with her mech and the minigun it has. But whenever stray bullets come their way, they can only hit the shield with a pang, almost disintegrating on the spot. “We’re being protected by the shield he put up.”

“As much as I hate to admit it…yes, we are.” Yuri said with a pout, crossing his arms. “Well, it’s the bare minimum he should do to protect the lovely ladies here after starting up another fight.”

“But…w-we don’t have to worry anymore, right?” Emma’s voice was shaky. She was holding herself tight, staring at the ground tensely. “With Mikado’s magic…It should be a piece of cake, right? As the Ultimate Wizard…and with all that fire he’s been spouting out of thin air…”

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”

They all turn to the one guy that had kept his distance from the start.

Syobai Hashimoto.

“With that trigger-happy lady dead on the spot and her little subordinate taking a trip up to the afterlife, Ms. Four-Eyes pretty much confirmed that this killing game is real through demonstration.” Syobai chuckles, even though this was far from a laughing matter. “Which means everything that bird has said up till now still applies.”

“N-No way!” Hibiki straightens and finally lets go of her sister. She seems to have gotten her strength back, but now she looked like she was on the verge of tears as she waved her hands around. “This…This can’t be real…! Do we really have to kill someone to get off this island?”

“Wh-Who the hell is gonna murder anyone here?!” Shinji snaps at Syobai, crossing his arms as he stares him down. Syobai just raised an eyebrow back. “None of us would stoop that low!”

“And, like Riri said, we could try swimming away from here or send out an SOS.” Setsuka speaks up, much calmer than the rest of them. “Not only that, if Mikado can take down Kokoro with his magic alone, we won’t have to deal with this anymore and focus on escaping.”

“Are you sure about that?” Syobai scoffs. He feels heat rise in his cheeks.

“Don’t put him down. He’s trying his best to protect us!” He pushes back, gesturing towards the shield.

“Exactly.” Syobai said, blunt like a rock. He freezes, but the guy continues before he could process what he meant by that. “Do you really think he can fight and protect this little group at the same time?”

The words silenced the group completely, as if no one had the confidence to think of an answer.

And if anyone was going to give him one, they were immediately interrupted when a loud thunk was heard from above.

They all look up to see Mikado, who had apparently hit the shield on his back. The shield flickers only a moment before he slams his hand on it, magic flowing back into it and strengthening it. It was then that he flew upwards, barely dodging a drone that decided to try and ram into him, instead hitting the shield and exploding upon impact. They watch him send another fireball but a drone suddenly hits him from behind, making him spin forward in the air. Mikado quickly orients himself and flies away.

He felt his heart stutter.

Mikado is trying to fight Kokoro.

But he’s also trying to protect them.

Because if he didn’t, someone could get hurt from a stray bullet. Or worse.

And he couldn’t do both at the same time.

“Mikado!!” He lets go of Yoruko and runs over to the shield. He slams his hand against it, pounding on it to try and get his attention. “Mikado, put down the shield!!”

“Put down the shield?!�� He hears Hajime yell out to him and cringes. “Are you crazy!?? That shield is protecting us!”

“But…But…!” He gulps as he turns to the group. They were all staring at him like he was crazy and he felt his heart pound rapidly against his chest. His brain was going a mile a minute and he tried his best to explain his thoughts. “We’re close to the exit! A-As long as we leave, we won’t get hurt!” Hajime was raising an eyebrow at him, but before anyone else could give him any more incredulous looks, Yuki lifted his fist up to his chin.

“A-Actually…Teruya might have a point.” Yuki spoke up, using the name Mekaru had used for him. He can't help but be taken aback. The name…it was familiar. It felt as though it had fit. And both Yoruko and Yuki were using it like it was his name. But…if he takes that name as his own, then that would be confirming the connection he had with Rei Mekaru and that woman. As if that connection between them were…real. And if it was real, then the two people that knew him were…No, he shouldn’t think about this right now. He should pay attention to what Yuki was saying. “If we leave the park, then Mikado wouldn’t have to split his focus on protecting us and fighting Kokoro. Once we’re gone, he can go full out!”

“Yes! Yes, exactly!” He – Teruya – runs up to Yuki, grabbing his shoulder and starts shaking him. He lets out a garble of noises as he does. “If we leave, he won’t have to worry about us getting hurt from a stray bullet. And if we go to the other side of the shield before he lets it down, we can get to the gate almost instantly!”

“Hey…you’re right!” Yoruko, who had been mostly quiet up to this point, starts to light up at the suggestion. “We just need to let Mikado do his thing once we’re out of the picture. Better yet, if he could distract Kokoro and have her aim the bullets away from us…”

“Then…Then we wouldn’t have to worry about getting hit as we run!” He finishes. He grips the scarf around his neck. “We just need to get Mikado’s attention–”

BANG!

They all jolt at the sudden sound and turn their attention back to the fight.

The arm of the mech holding the minigun had fallen to the ground, a joint having been destroyed thanks to Mikado’s fire magic, almost looking like it had melted through it. The mech tilts but doesn’t fall to the ground, Kokoro holding tightly onto the railings to keep her balance. Mikado didn’t stop to cheer over what he had just accomplished. Another drone had tried to fire at him again and he had to fly out of the way. Even from here, he can see Kokoro tapping away on her tablet, staring down Mikado with red eyes. A few drones chase him down, forcing him to dodge back and forth with their firing guns. Another drone manages to sneak up and bump into him from behind, making him tilt backwards. He rights himself with a flip and destroys the drone in an instant.

Just in time for Kokoro’s mech to lift up its rocket launcher and fire.

The rockets fly towards Mikado and he barely seems to notice them in time. Instead of teleporting away, though, he frantically puts up his hand. A shield forms before him.

But upon making contact with the shield, the rockets explode and an awful shattering sound reaches their ears. The shield splinters into pieces and the force of the impact flings Mikado from the sky. Before he could even recover–

Crash!

–he hits the ground, smoke and rubble flying everywhere with a sickening crack. They all stare in shock at the sudden end of the fight.

And as if to confirm what they were seeing, the shield surrounding them flickers and then breaks apart. It fades into sparks until it all disappears.

He stares at the crater that had formed from the impact as the smoke slowly fades away. Mikado lays there, his back turned to him, and not moving.

He’s…not moving…

He’s not moving.

“M…Mikado!!!” He was the first to move, running across the battlefield of the park. He nearly trips from the cracked pavement of the crater but he manages to keep his balance as he makes it to Mikado’s side. He kneels down, hesitating to touch him in case he makes any of his injuries worse. But he had to examine him if he wanted to make sure if he was okay. So he carefully pats down his friend's body, checking to see if there were any broken bones. Nothing feels or looks broken, let alone twisted, so he took a risk to turn Mikado on his back.

Despite taking an explosion that took him out of the sky almost point blank, he seemed relatively okay. His mask, though, seemed to have taken the brunt of the attack as the cracks that had formed before had completely broken in half. One half was still intact but the other had been shattered into tiny pieces that he’s pretty sure there was nothing left to salvage. But without that mask, Teruya finally got to see Mikado’s face, albeit only half of it. He was surprised to see that he was a bit older than he expected, with a slightly wider facial structure and thin lips. He couldn’t tell what kind of eye shape Mikado had due to his human eye being completely closed, let alone his eye color.

But…he seems to be okay. Just…unconscious, if his slow breathing was any sign of his well being.

“How is he?” He looks up to see Shinji kneeling down on the other side. He – Teruya, Teruya – gently puts one hand underneath Mikado’s head and the other on his chest.

“He’s alive. Doesn’t seem to be injured, surprisingly.” He slowly lifts Mikado’s body up. His face, his real face, cringes in his comatose state. He winces and mutters an apology before looking back to Shinji. “But…I think he needs a place to lay down. He probably has a bunch of bruises from the impact.”

“No kidding…Here, let me carry him.” Shinji reaches for Mikado and the amnesiac nods his head. He carefully transfers the wizard into Shinji’s arms, quietly reassuring him even as he whimpers in pain. Once the firefighter has a good grip on Mikado, they step out of the crater just as Kokoro comes down from the mech.

“Now, does anyone else have any other objections?” Kokoro asked, narrowing her eyes at the group. Nobody speaks up. He didn’t blame them. They were all too terrified to rebel against her when their strongest classmate failed to bring her down. “Good. Now, neither of us are going to force you to murder. We’ll just live out the rest of our lives here on this island if we have to.”

“But! But!” Iroha, for all her skittish nature, was the first to speak up. She lowers her sketchbook and plays with her hair to try and calm herself. “That’s crazy! We can’t live here for the rest of our lives…!”

“The decision is yours to make. We’re just giving you the option.” Monocrow said, waving his wing at them.

“Hmph, so nothing’s changed then.” They all turned to the other voice, which was Syobai. For some reason, he was smirking and that put a rock in his stomach. Why would he be smiling at a time like this? “Can’t say I’ve dealt with shit this crazy in a while…color me interested.” Syobai then points his finger against his head, his smile falling off of his face. “I’ll forgive you for kidnapping me…for now. I just need to off somebody, right?”

“...Wait, what?” Hajime turned but Syobai was already taking a few steps forward.

Teruya feels his heart pound.

He felt as though time had slowed.

Yuki turns around with wide eyes.

In just an instant, as if time hadn’t been stopped at all, Syobai lunges towards Yuki with a switchblade.

Yuki, his friend, was about to be stabbed–!

“NO!”

He shoots past a wide eyed Shinji, the frozen and panicked classmates, and jumps in front of Yuki–

(Protect him. You know what to do. So protect him…and yourself…!)

Teruya follows his instincts, letting his body do the fighting for him.

He barely dodges the knife that could’ve pierced his stomach in place of Yuki, but grabbed a hold of Syobai’s arm in the process. His eyes go wide as he yanks his arm, and uses the momentum to throw him to the ground, keeping the knife pointed away from the both of them. Syobai manages to brace himself before he hits the ground but Teruya was already jumping onto him, using his weight to restrain him and forcing his head against the pavement. He grunts in pain and even hisses when his elbow slams into the arm where he is holding the knife. The moment that his grip loosens, Teruya pries the knife from his hand and puts Syobai into a headlock with his arm.

“Shit! Out of everything that’s happened–!” Syobai struggles, but quickly stops when the amnesiac points the knife at him. Not close enough to cut, but the silent threat was obvious.

“Give me your word.” He hissed, his voice laced with an authority he didn’t expect from himself but welcomed all the same. Syobai glares at him with a dark look, but he only tightens the hold around his neck. “Give me your word that you will back off. If you do, I won’t tie you up in a corner so you can’t pull another murder attempt again. Do we have a deal?”

Syobai stares at him, gripping his arm to the point that he can feel his nails digging into skin.

And then…

“Tsk. Fine.”

He lets go, letting his head fall against the pavement.

He stares at him before slowly lifting himself off of Syobai. He still had his legs braced in case he tried any last minute maneuvers. But he didn’t move until the amnesiac put distance between them and started to stand. Once he did, he kept the knife pointed at Syobai. But he lifts his hands up in a sort of mock surrender, even shrugging his shoulders before walking away. Everyone kept a wide berth of Syobai as he walked out of the park and Kokoro had long since disappeared. She most likely took the opportunity of the brief incident Syobai had caused to leave while she still can.

Once Syobai was gone, they all slowly turned towards him.

Everyone was scared.

Everyone was nervous.

Everyone was tired, sore, and injured.

And everyone was staring at him.

Him, a person that barely even knew anything about himself.

A person that barely understood what was going on.

A person that knew next to nothing about Hope’s Peak Academy, the horrible killing game that felt so twistedly familiar, and the Kisaragi Foundation that he apparently had a connection to.

But as he kept the switchblade close to his chest and slowly closed it, he knew there was one thing he understood.

He had a name.

A name that he felt a connection to.

A name that fit him and him alone.

And that only fueled the determination that burned in his heart, overshadowing the fear and pain as he spoke.

“My name is Teruya Otori…” He announces, a sense of responsibility growing stronger with his words. “...and I promise, I will protect all of you!”

A promise to protect.

A promise to help.

A promise to guide them all.

It was a foolish promise.

But it was a promise he was determined to keep.

Even when he didn’t realize, from the moment he woke up on Utsuroshima…

His life as Teruya Otori…will never be the same again.

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