#but he's a damn skeleton so i just imagine that he's got a bunch of frickin padding or something on so the clothes actually fit

[msookyspooky]

Slashers at a Haunted House

Severen please😳😩

Meant to post this over the weekend!!

Slashers at a Haunted House:

Severen Van Sickle

18+ • Short Story Imagines • GN!Reader x Severen from Near Dark • Smut • Exhibitionist/Voyeur • Fear & Adrenaline • Blood & Gore • Power Dynamics • Slight CNC • Oral with GN!Reader Recieving / AFAB & AMAB Anatomy • Sketchy Sex in Public Places

"C'mon! Don't tell me yer scared of this lil spook shack." Severen teased with a lopsided grin. In that thick Texas drawl that sounded like it was from back when drawing guns and robbing train cars was a thing.

You huffed, arms folded as you saw the very sketchy haunted house in the rough part of town that barely had anyone here. "N-No it's just out of our way is all." You lied. Still human and very much still vulnerable to fear.

Severen grinned wider, his filed down teeth sharpened points that he flaunted anytime of year. Fall was just less questioning. "Aw, c'mon now. Don't tell me I'm dating a chicken shit scared of some guys in masks with ugly faces popping out at ya!"

You rolled your eyes, pouting a bit. "I am not that scar- AH!!" You screamed so much louder than you intended when a scare actor ran up on you out of nowhere in the dark parking lot.

Severen laughed loudly, head thrown back in the hearty gleefully impish way he did as the scare actor stalked away to find a new victim. "Ha! Aww, you really are a scaredy cat, aren't ya angel?" He cooed between snickers.

You glared at him knowing he saw the damn actor rushing you and said nothing.

He just drew you closer to him with a firm grip. "Hey...We're gonna have fun, alright? You'll see, sweetheart...Besides, have I ever hurt you or led you to some place you would get hurt?" He gave you a charming sideways smile.

You raised a brow because he has accidentally done both. He rolled his dark blue eyes with a tsk. "Gee, ya got so much faith in me I'm blushin' from the love I'm feelin' here."

You smirked a little at his sarcasm. "Okay...Fair enough. But I hope you know I'm going to be hanging onto you the entire time."

"That's the point!" He smiled "You can grip me as tight as you want. Break a rib or two; it'll just get me goin'." He whispered huskily in your ear. You ducked your head a bit with a smile.

His spurs jangled as you both walked in. You were excited but he seemed so chill. Like he was at an art museum not a haunted house with people in dark tight spaces jumping out at you.

You both were led to a room were a demonic 'birth' happened and the scare actor told some story to set the tone of the place. Severen heckled a tad just to nudge you and get a smirk or two but other than that he just had his hands in his pockets with you in front of him.

As soon as it came time to move through the scare house rooms; you instantly felt your adrenaline pumping. Going through an old wild west room with skeltons and outlaws wasn't too bad till a damn corpsey looking skeleton dropped from above down at you. You jolted back into Severen as he giggled and held you still.

"Calm down, sweetheart! It's just an old dusty bag of bones. You see Jess everyday; This should be nothin."

Okay, you did chuckle a bit at that as he grinned and moved you both on through. "Jesse would kick your ass if he heard that."

Severen laughed. "Ha! I'd like to see the ole saddlebag try!"

Even if you knew he was joking and deeply respected Jesse. Hell, Jesse was probably the only creature alive that made Severen behave himself.

You went through a 'cabin' with a bunch of inbred mutant hillbillies yelling and jumping out of walls. Banging pots and having fake guts that smelled putridly close to the real thing near you. Severen grinned like a kid at a candyshop while you were hiding in his jacket.

One tried to scare him and he hissed at them, showing off his teeth and the scare actor backed away. You could tell the actor didn't know what to say having gotten out of character as Severen just smiled and walked you and him on through.

"See? You don't got nothin' to worry 'bout. Jus' a bunch of loud fucks jumping out hollarin'... 'Boo!' He quickly grabbed your sides and you jumped before chuckling and shoving him away. All before an animatronic zombie sprung from the wall withering and groaning and scared the shit out of you enough to grab ahold of him again.

Severen got a good laugh out of that as you exclaimed, "Fuck this place!" Even if you were smirking a bit.

He gave a huffing sort of chuckle and slung an arm around you as he forced you through the next room. Strobe lights, a putrid smell in the air, a body jerking on a medical table and another one covered.

"Uh uh!" You mumbled trying to turn but he just turned you back around snickering while trying to push you forward. Using a quarter of his strength as you put your brakes on.

He sighed heavily. "Fiinne, I'll go first chicken shit." He dragged you behind him and you realized that was a mistake because they waited till he was halfway in before the one on the table jumped out at you and another sprung out from a hidden door in the wall. You practically jumped on Severen's back and he just stood there grinning. Letting the scare actors get up in his face to try and scare him as he looked downright out amused. He made a wise crack about health insurance to the doctors and then they just tried focusing on you as you, no matter what your size, dragged Severen by the arm out of there as he laughed his ass off. Tripping over his own two feet in his boots at being off balance by you.

"Okay, okay! We're goin'. Relax!" He laughed as you both rounded the corner to a much creepier area.

Some makeshift butcher shop that was almost completely dark with a few red lights. Fake dead bodies and body parts everywhere and a smell that imitated blood.

You cringed, "Ugh, this is neat but I hate it." You whined a bit having fun but also your human heart beating out of your chest.

"Really?" Severen commented taking a big whiff. "Smells as good as cherry pie to me!" He winked at you. "Though not as good. Guess comparing some artificial bullshit fragrance from the real thing."

You weren't even listening to him. Too preoccupied in what was happening. An animatronic dropped from the ceiling as a dead body right over top of his head and he just looked annoyed for the first time tonight when it dropped too low. All before a human scare actor jumped out at the same time and maybe it was the blood smell distracting him or the animatronic or too many distractions for even a vampire to comprehend it all but a guy with a butcher knife tried to grab Severen...And in a harsh motion Severen just instinctively lashed at him and sent him flying into the wall.

Your eyes widened and even Severen looked a bit surprised. "...Oops." He mumbled with a slight bewildered smirk.

The guy groaned, yelling out in pain as a rib or two was definitely broken. Severen sighed, shrugging at you before walking up to him and picking him up by the back of his head. "Welp, looks like the butcher is getting chopped. Can't have you gossiping...I'm damn hungry any." He joked while slamming the guy against the wall. "All this imitation blood is makin' me hungry as a tired hound!"

The guy grunted and tried to fight Severen and he just gripped his head and started slowly twisting to snap his neck in a quick death. "How's 'bout I show ya what actual blood smells like?" Severen purred out with a grin.

The victim he had threw the butcher knife and you yelped as it cut your arm...Jesus Christ, was that real!? Severen's eyes flared, sneering as he ripped the guys head clean off...CLEAN...OFF. You had never seen him do that! The sound of you yelping and smelling your blood set him on edge like no other as he ripped his head off and with the angle the guy was decapitated; that blood from the bodies arteries in the neck spurted out all over you like a damn water gun when he accidentally aimed it at you when he jerked to see if you were okay.

Blood went EVERYWHERE! On your face, your chest, your stomach and legs. Soaking over your clothes that didn't cover much anyways with you being down South in the fall. Your mouth hung open in shock as you outstretched your hands looking down at your body dripping red. The metalic smell hitting you in the face.

Severen cringed. "...Oops...."

You sighed heavily looking irritated but defeated as your entire everything was soaked in sticky hot blood.

Severen clicked his tongue against his teeth with a sheepish smirk. "Sorry, sugar...C'mon! The guy was askin' for it!..." He then came towards you with a concerned look. "Ya alright?"

You forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He grabbed your arm. "Liar." He muttered as he gently brought your arm up seeing more blood on that arm dripping to your fingertips. "I can smell yer blood type anywhere, angel...YN...Yer bleedin' too much. That bastard really got ya." He lowered his head to smell.

"I'm fine."

He lowered his face more not letting to of your arm. "No, yer bleedin'." Releasing a shuddering breath and letting his warm wet tongue swipe firmly across the cut. Savoring your taste as his eyes closed. It kept bleeding as he darted his tongue out, lapping little licks over the thin cut before gently sucking. It missed arteries but it still bled.

You felt your stomach flip and heat rise in you. "U-Uh, it's okay...."

"Then let me clean you up. No use letting it all go to waste." He mused while kissing the cut. Groaning to himself at the flavor of you on his lips.

"Um, you're uh...You're wasting blood over there already." You mumbled with wide eyes at the headless body in a pool of its own blood a few feet away.

"No, I ain't." He corrected as he licked a splatter of the man's blood off your arm. "Besides, I ain't licking floor blood. What do ya take me for? A damn dog?" He teased with a husky voice. Blue eyes still hooded as he lapped at your skin. Licking down your arm and wrist before he brought your hand up to dart his tongue out in tickling licks to flicker over your fingertips like the tease he was before sucking your fingers clean of any blood that dripped down your arm.

You were definitely flustered, loins doing that tingling heat thing as you looked at his heavy lidded eyes gazing at you as he sucked and kissed your fingers. "S-Sev! Someone will come in-"

"No they won't." He reassured as he picked you up with his inhuman strength and pinned you to a wall in the corner. Knocking a few props away with his boot. "If they do? We'll jus' say it was part of the act."

He swiped his tongue over your neck and throat, grazing his razor sharp teeth over your vocal cords as you whimpered before licking a firm trail of his tongue up to your mouth. Kissing you deeply with a groan low in his throat. Gripping you and licking the blood from your face and lips before forcing you to taste it on his tongue. You didn't like the taste, still human and the amount of blood not appealing and yet you didn't hate it either. Not when it was him.

He pulled away, blood on his lips; making them look more full while tinted red. He grinned. That euphoria hitting like it always did with blood. Like the sexiest most happiest most wonderful drug as they described it.

They all pointed at the dead bloody, raving how realistic this was before leaving. Severen chuckled at how flustered you were. "Not the best acting abilities babe but with looks like this? Who needs it." He mused as he sucked at your bare nipples/sucked your nipples through whatever garment you had and you whined at the hot rush pulsing between your legs.

You gasped sharply as he ripped your drenched blood red shirt off of you in one clean jerk and you faltered with big eyes. He sucked on the fabric a bit in his hand trying to get that blood before dipping down to lap at the flesh before him. Sliding and swirling and flicking his tongue over your chest and navel. You covered your mouth with heat rising in you. Eyes darting around as you were scared someone might see. You saw a group of people going by and ducked your head in embarrassment at being exposed. Severen blocked you, grinning a bloody sharp toothed grin over his shoulder while looking like he was a scare actor 'eating' another scare actor.

"Sev, please...We'll get caught..."

"Sshhhhhh." He hushed as he kissed down your navel while turning you so you weren't too immodest to any passing people. "Best part? You can scream as loud as ya want and no one will be the wiser, darlin'." He swirled his tongue with a smirk at the blood on your stomach and worked his way down before impatiently sliddinhlg your pants down.

You covered your mouth tighter as he slid your pants and or underwear down to your upper thigh. Just enough to lick what was important. The blood from your shirt had smeared onto your pelvis and he greedily licked his tongue over your skin in firm, flat swipes.

You quivered a little feeling his tongue getting closer to your sex. You were throbbing, heat pooling down there as he smirked up at you. Kneeling on one knee with a satisfied groan like growl coming from his throat. "Mm...Someone's excited."

"B-Because you're..." You trailed off.

He giggled, "Don't go blaming me. I can smell it on ya a mile away just from licking your fingers but this?-" He gently swiped a finger over your privates to collect the liquid your body was producing already whether pre-cum or slickness. It was A LOT on his finger tips. Your body knew what it wanted before you did. Practically dripping as you whimpered at his finger swiping over such a sensitive spot. He continued, "This? What a naughty lil darlin' I have...Hmm."

He blew air on you down there as you flinched. "What should I do to such a naughty thing, hmm? I mean gee...I done cleaned off all the blood. What else is there?" He mockingly gave with faux innocence.

God damn, he was gonna make you say it?! His teasing was ridiculous!

"S-Sev please."

"Please what?" He asked blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Please...Lick me."

He hummed. "Ooh...Like here?" He purposely barely licked near you. Tongue flicked at your inner thigh. "Here?" He fluttered his tongue on your pubic area so close yet not touching the throbbing that you needed touched to cum. "Well gosh, YN! How am I supposed to know if you won't say it?" He remarked with a smirk.

"...Please...Lick my...Cock/Pussy."

Severen grinned like a Cheshire Cat laughing at how flustered you were. "Well why didn't ya jus' say so? Sure, baby. I'll lick ya...I'll lick ya reeaalll good." He drew out with a husky chuckle before diving his head down.

You had to cover your mouth as a strained cry tried to escape. His tongue in flat, wet, firm strokes lapped at the tip/your clit.

Jesus! He didn't warm up or even tease like he normally did. Just those firm but flexible laps as wetness collected on his tongue. Your hips twitched at the urupt stimulation. He grunted at your taste as he closed his eyes and had uour hips in a death grip. His rough hands holding them firmly as you could feel his cool metal rings on your warm skin. He kept a pace he knew you liked. No teasing, just him wanting you to come undone on his mouth in a public place.

He dived back down, replacing his hand with his mouth. Careful when sucking and licking you from his filed down teeth. You barely felt his sharp teeth so delicate it almost tickled as he held your hips still so he didn't accidentally hurt you. His tongue warm and wet with saliva as he spreaded your own liquids with his tongue. Groaning into you as his tongue lapped faster. Right underneath your tip/clit as you tried so hard not to cry out but failed. A strained groan falling from your mouth...It just made him be firmer with the base of his tongue. Going up and down, side to side, fluttering, swirling. He was an insatiable greedy menace lapping and licking like a madman.

He used his hand to replace his tongue. Firmly rubbing you to talk. "Don't be shy, baby. Cry, moan, hollar. Ain't no one gonna know what's what in here." His hand moved faster, fingers dancing lightly in a fast pace over your skin as you trembled and gasped out a moan. Unable to control it, unable to move away with his iron grip, people being able to pass by at anytime.

"That's my darlin'."

You gripped the wall behind you, chest rising and falling as your groans and whimpers and moans were more urgent. You couldn't keep quiet with what he was doing. Your adrenaline pumping so much from the fear of being caught.

Then he added a hand. What his mouth couldn't do because of his teeth or the position; he did with his fingers. Grasping your aching cock firmly to pump / inserting not one but two fingers into that slick needy heat to stretch you out deliciously and rub at your g spot. All while his tongue and mouth sucked and licked making smacking noises in between his moans. His eyes hooded as he was enjoying doing this as much as you were recieving.

Your hips went from flinching away to lightly bucking against his face. He chuckled in his throat before growling a low rumble in his chest that vibrated in his throat as he kept up a firm fast pace.

Loud moans were coming out of you. Head back as he was relentless.

A group of people came by and you felt fear grip you at them seeing you in the dark-ish corner, red light refelecting on you. Trying to cover your upper body and Severen feverishly lapping at you. His head of dark hair blocking the view of your genitals thank god but they still looked...And Severen purposely pumped you harder. Hand tighter / Fingers firmer as you felt the heat erupting in you against your will.

"Nnnoo! DONT!! PLEASE DON'T!" You yelled out breathlessly. Before screaming. Absolutely throwing your head back and releasing a groaning scream right as these people walked by all before an animatronic on the opposite side of the room jumped out at them and they ran screaming themselves...They thought your pleas and screams were part of the act.

You gripped Severen's hair hard and rode your orgasm out when he wouldn't stop. Bucking your hips with teeth gritted and a low growling groan escaping you as all that pleasure tingled every part of you. Erupting inside you and then fizzling out. He kept going and it overstimulated so bad you jerked his hair harshly to the point you could've ripped it out.

"Ow! Babe, that hurts...I can handle a truck hittin' me, a shotgun, cold cocked in the jaw, stabbed but hair pulling is off limits...Shit hurts!" He pouted and pulled away. He smirked soon after as he drew his fingers away from you and licked any cum he might've missed; clean.

You stared down at him, panting. You almost slid down the wall from the intense orgasm you just had as he quickly stood up and braced you. "Easy there...That was so good. That's my baby. You were s' damn sexy...Taste s' good on my tongue." He praised in a husky whisper in your ear while holding you and kissing your head.

You were limp a moment. If you could purr you would. That was one of the best you ever had and so kinky in public and just...Memorable for sure. And how he treated you made you weak kneed.

He giggling a bit. "C'mere." He hugged you a second. "I'd love to stand here holdin' ya, sweetie...Buuutttt-" He gestured to the body.

Reality set in as you realized you had no shirt now. You both heard the scare actors yelling and talking to each other a room away and you panicked. He shrugged off his jacket then his over-sized red flannel he wore. He quickly gave it to you, whether it was too tight or too loose didn't matter. As long as it covered you enough to get out of here. Your shirt he ripped off was evidence and would've been a red flag as soon as you exited anyways.

He slung an arm around you to support you as you pulled your pants up and adjusted his flannel.

"Welp, time to head out. This was fun, YN." He mused as he quickly led you away to get out of here before scare actors realized he killed their coworker and police were called. If you did get on camera; it wouldn't be the first. The clan was good at evading cops and hiding as vampires.

Once through the rooms he slowed his pace. Having his arm around you with a leisure stride and smile. Boots jangling with his spur on each step. The security guard stared at you both...Eyeing the red on your dark pants but it wasn't as noticeable as your old now destroyed shirt was. You and Severen smiled and walked out the building. Scott free.

He leaned down. Whispering to you. "Close one. Nights young. How bout we get to some place private so we can keep having fun."

You eagerly nodded with a smirk still on an adrenaline rush you just did what you did and just as excited to return the favor. He stopped a moment to kiss you, lifting your chin to let his lips meet yours before you both just smirked at each other and kept walking. The night was his. It was his playground and he was like an excited teen boy in love rather than a centuries old vampire so ready to show you his world. You didn't know how long you'd be human but not long. You were too enraptured with him, with the night that how could you not?

For now, he lifted you up with the strength of a superhuman as he rushed with you to the nearest motel. Both of you laughing and in love and needed to touch and get as much lust out as possible.

[washa]

I listened to The Summit audio (part 2) and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts! (I HAVE SO MANY QUESTION WHAT)

YEAH WHAT IS FUCKING GOING ON??

Tf do you mean Porter, THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN PORTER

William order you to WHAT NOW 

Oh my god it’s an alibi for both of them

Alexis please find some care in your heart.

I mean.. We could make it a game of Cluedo. It would add more to the plot. 

Can vampires even get wrinkles??

“I didn’t kill him, now relax, we have work to do.” That was the most human i’ve heard Alexis.

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OH HEAVENS SWEETHEART IS ALIVE WHOOP WHOOP

Wait did they see what happened??? 

Oh no Asher sounds so stressed 😭

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David needs a fucking break

Pushed magically away? Oh shit is closeknit here. 

It’s so interesting to see the characters discover plot we already know of, Imagine their reaction to Sunshine and Elliot or Blake and Bestie.

Sweetheart maybe take the memo and not do this

Goddammit Porter. Godfuckingdammit.

Confrontation part 2??? Let’s go

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“Get in line.” Porter you snarky bitch

WOAH THERE ASHER?? I’m kinda woahie 🤞

My jaw is dropped. MY JAW IS DROPPED ASH. THE TEETH??

Are they on the floor, like Porter being pinned or?

Big word time 😇

I’m so lost right now. I'm so shitty abt politics, all I'm getting is a corrupt government. 

Kinda attracted to both of them rn… 💕

Porter and Asher both have great points tbh

Where’s Sam when you need him 😕

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Are we really doing a trial right now??? RIGHT FUCKING NOW???

So the department ruling has only been formed for 50 years. Oh wait nvm that's not Alexis.

OH HI SAMMM

Monarch Baz is so self centered I loathe her, But damn she can be commanding when needed.

“Do we get a vote.?” “Do I look like a vampire, How the hell should I know?” Yes you two make some comedic relief, god knows we're gonna need it.

What are the mates/partners doing?? Is Lovely playing uno with Angel in a corner or??

I’m losing track of the whole houses thing, but that’s ok. 

Monarch Baz sounds so URGAJDDSAK.

“Zane, Ephraim-” , I heard Zac Efron and I was so confused. WAIT IS THAT HOW ERIK GOT THE NAMES??

I’ll be honest, I don’t think “The House of Shaw” and the Solaire Clan are gonna be allies after this 😭

The House of Shaw needs a break what about that 😇

“A piles of bones, obviously.” God it’s sass meeting sass.

ASH?? Are we breathing him in right now???

“Only the bones were left.” Aw yum?? Little chew toy for Darlin’ or something 🤷‍♀️

Beheaded Adam style, Lovely. (Pun intended)

“Considering his skull was halfway across the room, I’m assuming he was beheaded. That, or someone played an impromptu game of soccer with the good king’s skeleton after the fact.” Alexis put a muzzle on yourself please 😭

Yeah tbf Christoper isn’t really a saint here, Vincent can vouch for that. Also where is Vincent.

Calm conversation?? CALM CONVERSATION???

What’s with him and blaming Solaire Clan?

Christoper. Maybe look Lovely in their traumatic eyes and tell them that. STRAIGHT TO THEIR FACE. 

Adam hate club 🙌

Porter standing up for Vincent? Wow he really does keep his word on the whole Solaire’s stick together, also how many people have been killed now.  

“Well, I realized I left the stove on four years ago when I left, I needed to come check on it.” God the Solaire’s breathe sass don’t they. 

Nevermind. All vampires are sassy. 

What is the Shaw pack doing again, are they just in the corner.

Demon blood? Yeah David. POISON??

So hypothetically, If Gavin bled and sprinkler style sprayed his blood everywhere, he could kill a bunch of Vampires if it gets them in the mouth. 

“Shockingly we don't make a habit of broadcasting our weaknesses pup.” Is this an Imperium reference or?? (I've only seen like edits of Asher being called pup so idfk??)

How the fuck did someone get demon blood. A blood bank??

Why are they so sassy? WHY ARE THEY SO FUCKING SASSY??

CLOSEKNIT GETTING BLAMED WOO, I was so scared they were gonna blame Sweetheart or something. 

NO BC FR THAT CLOSEKNIT AD WAS SO FUCKING RUDE, AND IT WASN'T EVEN A GOOD AD. IT WAS LIKE A PERFUME AD.

If the Shaw Pack is gonna keep getting trampled can they just leave? Pup, Dog, A leash??

Christopher, Your fucking alibi is so shitty man, You’re so fucked 😭😭

Oh shit he’s found guilty. HOLY SHIT WAS THAT HIS NECK??

The Shaw Pack is losing their minds and rightfully so, what the fuck.

IS THIS NORMAL TO GET KILLED OR SOEMTHING???

Bye Alexis?

OH LOVELY WAS THERE?? Oh yes ma’am.

Yes we’ll speak with William. IF WE CAN GET IN CONTACT WITH HIM??

Well. At Least that’s good? Thanks Monarch.

No Vincent, baby. 

Porter, You confusing bastard. 

IS THAT THE END?? NO URGSHDH. NOT AT THE LORE DROP URIFEKDFDF

[misslavenderlady]

Don't Be Afraid of the Dark 🦇

Marko/Paul/Dwayne/David/GN!Reader (They/Them Pronouns)

Summary: You're not happy about going into this scary haunted house on the boardwalk with your friends. When you come face to face with some vampires among the other scare actors, you soon realize there's nothing to be scared of in the dark. In fact, it can be quite pleasurable~

This was inspired by a bunch of videos I saw for haunted house exhibits and people catching feelings for the actors. The reader thinks their vampire faces are just really good makeup.

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Unspecified Genitals for reader, Nyctophobia, Fear of Haunted Houses, Poly!LostBoys, Strangers to Lovers, Stranger Sex, Teasing, Pet Names, Soft Dom, BDSM, Chain Bondage, Public Sex, Handjob, Oral, Blowjob, Voyeurism, Sex with the lights off, Taking turns, Held in place while fucked, Hypnosis, Vampire Powers, David w/a God Complex, Creampie, Aftercare, Vampire Bite/Feeding, Good/Safe Ending

You had rather mixed feelings about haunted house attractions. Every year around Halloween there would be at least one friend that would suggest going to a haunt at the local fair or amusement park. It was always a hard decision on what answer to give their offer. 

On the one hand, you loved Halloween and admired the passion that went into the exhibits. All the elaborate, spooky decorations and cool monster makeup were something you thought to be quite impressive. The workers and scare actors truly put their heart and soul into a good performance for the holiday. 

On the other hand, it involved you getting scared. 

Now, you realized that was the whole point of these things. The adrenaline rush people got from haunts was fun to them and a good scare added to the Halloween spirit. It was all harmless at the end of the day.

However, that didn't stop you from feeling intimidated by the idea of going into one yourself. 

You hated being such a baby, but the mere thought of going inside with no idea what you'd see or what would pop out to scare you was enough to give you the sensation of knots in your stomach. How could you possibly have fun when you were surrounded by terrifying things? 

Still, you didn't want to be the only one in your friend group to sit out of the trip into the haunt this year. The Santa Carla boardwalk was all decked out with decorations for Halloween. Rubber bats, felt spiders and more jack-o-lanterns than you could count. It was all so festive and exciting, but there was still that lingering fear of the haunted house that was set up near the end of the boardwalk. 

Tall, black tents loomed over you. A sign outside the area had a greeting written in bloody, red patterns: ENTER IF YOU DARE. YOU'RE IN FOR A SCARE. 

Your worried frown highly contrasted with the giddy grins your friends had. It looked so big on the outside, you couldn't begin to imagine what it would be like on the inside. You'd soon find out because one friend was pushing you towards the entrance and past the dark curtains. A whimper came from your lips but went on deaf ears. 

They were expecting you to join in on the fun, so you'd do your best to be brave. 

It was a rough start. You shrieked at a plastic skeleton in the corner and you cowered behind one of your friends when you spotted a scare actor staring at you from across the hall. He was in full zombie makeup with fake blood covering his hands and mouth. 

You'd be damned if you were gonna get closer to that guy. 

That seemed to be the pattern for a good chunk of your time. Get startled by an inanimate object and try to run away before an actor could get the jump on you. Sometimes you were successful and missed the scare. Other times you were not and it ended with you getting mocked for screaming like a baby. 

This sucked. You were not having fun. You were just stressed and frightened. It was impossible to tell what direction you were going and how much longer this attraction went on. You held yourself as you looked around in the dark for your friends.

"Um…g-guys?...how much…longer…is  th-this?" you asked meekly. 

Nothing. 

Not a single voice responded to your question. For a quick moment, you thought they were just ignoring you and it made you angry. When you realized the silence was because nobody was actually there, that anger quickly morphed into panic. 

You got separated from the group, and there was absolutely no way to find them. Darkness surrounded you, taunting your senses with the terror of not knowing what was going on. You could be mere inches away from another actor ready to scream bloody murder. You could be right back where you started and be going in a circle of darkness. 

It made your heart pound faster and faster. Your ears were buzzing loudly and your palms were getting sweaty from your skyrocketing nerves. You had never been so scared and confused in your life. Maybe this was a mistake. You wanted to go home. You wanted to cry. Fuck this whole place. 

It wasn't until you heard the whisper of a new voice that you snapped out of your panic. 

"Good evening, little one~" 

It was right behind you. Of course, you jumped from the surprise, but not because it was loud and overwhelming like the other monster actors had been. You were just startled to hear something so low and soothing for a change. Goosebumps peppered the skin of your arms as you felt warm breath on your ear.

"Wh-Who's there…?" you managed to stutter out. A low, amused chuckle came from the figure lurking behind you. Were they going to tease you as the other actors had?

"A friendly creature of the night, sweetling. Nothing more~" 

The voice sounded masculine and raspy in your ear. It must have been a guy. Probably one who smoked a pack a day if he had a voice like that. Then again, you weren't complaining. It was certainly the most pleasant thing you'd heard all night. 

Before you could even think of another question to ask you felt an arm snake around your waist, gently pulling you closer to the stranger in the shadows. It startled you but didn't give you the same terrifying sensations the other parts of the attraction did.

When your back pressed into a rather strong chest, you began to feel the spark of something more exciting. Something quite enjoyable. 

"Are you lost, baby?" the voice whispered, warm breath now on your neck. You swore you could feel lips nearly touching your skin. "Did your mean, nasty friends leave a poor little bunny like you to be hunted by all the scary monsters in the dark~?" 

Holy shit, where had this guy been the whole time? You got the scare, yes, but there was something else you felt too. Everything felt warm and tingly like you were in a soothing bath. All the anticipation for what would happen was now more intriguing than it was scary. 

Still, there was a remaining sliver of cautiousness about what could happen. This guy could pull a trick on you and only frighten you more. 

"I…um…I kinda got separated…from my group…"

You swore you could feel him smiling deviously. 

"Poor baby~" he cooed. "Why don't you let me take you to one of the rooms for a while? Let you settle that pounding heart of yours~"

His arm squeezed you in tighter. A hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you in his grasp. It felt like he was wearing leather gloves. Maybe part of a costume? It felt rather nice against his skin. 

So did his lips when he pressed them into the side of your neck. You were so taken aback by his boldness that you almost missed his additional words.

"I've got a few friends that are dying to meet you, little one~" 

Fuck. Was this…turning you on? 

That was certainly the last thing you thought you'd experience in a haunted house, but this man had you practically swooning. It felt like a spell was placed on you. It beckoned you to follow this stranger further into the darkness. 

Even though you couldn't see a thing, the stranger helped as your guide in the shadows. His leather-bound hand slipped into yours, beckoning you to follow where he went. Fearing what would happen if another actor popped out for a scare, you held on tight and kept close to him, practically clinging to him as you kept your eyes shut. 

How quickly you were beginning to trust this stranger. 

It wasn't long until he guided you to one of the hidden rooms of the haunt. Even though you could hear the creak of a door opening and then closing when you were inside, there wasn’t any light in there either. Just inky darkness. You silently prayed the stranger would turn a light on.

“Is that fresh meat you brought for us, David~?” a new voice spoke.

You squeaked loudly, clinging tighter to the man who helped you find this place. His body shook as he snickered at your reaction. Apparently, his name was David. Maybe soon you’d have a face to go with that name.

“Down, Marko. Poor thing’s scared of their own shadow. We gotta be a little more welcoming for our special guest,” he said. You felt yourself relax a bit as he caressed your back, stroking you to soothe your nerves. 

You had another name, but now you were curious as to how many others were in the room with you. There were a few sounds of jewelry jingling and leather squeaking, but there was no way to tell how many others were present. You just hoped they were friendly.

“Awww don’t be scared, baby. We don’t bite~” a third voice cooed.

“Unless you beg us to. That’d be pretty kinky~” a fourth said. 

With all of the directions each voice came from you quickly realized they were surrounding you. It made your body feel a lot warmer than it already was. They sounded so ravenous and sultry, no doubt a persona they put on for their performance. Better to be around someone seductive than scary, even if it was just as intimidating. 

“H-Hi…” you managed to stutter out. They all snickered at your timidness, and that only made your cheeks burn more. “I can’t see any of you….is there a light in here?” 

You hoped they would believe that you just wanted to be able to see them face-to-face and not be absolutely terrified of being in the dark. Only little kids were scared of the dark. It was so embarrassing and you didn’t want to give them a reason to tease you some more.

“There are some candles we can light!” one of the voices exclaimed. Marko, if you remembered correctly. 

“But you should close your eyes, little one,” David explained. He had wrapped his fingers around your chin and tilted your head to look at him. At least, that’s what you assumed he was doing. If he could actually see you in this darkness then he must have had some pretty strong eyes. Or maybe you just needed an appointment with the optometrist. 

“I’ll tell you when you can open them. Just gotta give you fair warning before you see the big, bad monsters~”

You shuddered at the sound of his voice. It was no louder than a whisper, yet it felt like it was echoing in your head. At least he was nice enough to give you some warning. You did as he asked, shutting your eyes and waiting for him and the others to let in some light.

More sounds greeted your ears. A flick of a lighter, a slight woosh of a few candle wicks being lit, and the strangers moving around in the dark. The anticipation was making your heart race. It was a better feeling than the fear of other actors jumping out in front of you. Still, you had no idea what to expect when you opened your eyes. 

“Don’t be frightened, darling. Just open your pretty eyes~”

With a deep breath, you did as he said. For a brief second your eyes adjusted to the low candlelight in the darkness. When you could properly see, you got a look at your new companions.

Four vampires stared back at you. 

Even with David’s warning you still jumped from the initial shock. They all laughed, amused by your reaction. At least they had a sense of humor about it. After the surprise wore off you forced yourself to properly look at them. They were just actors in makeup, that was all. Really impressive makeup at that. 

They had prosthetics in their cheekbones and foreheads, giving the illusion of sharp, angular skull shapes. On top of their fingers were sharp, claw-like fake nails. They all had contacts with bloodshot sclera and golden irises. As with any good vampire costume, they all had long, pointed fangs jutting from their teeth. You were surprised by how clearly they spoke with those fangs in their mouths. 

It was very professional-looking for a pop-up haunt on the boardwalk. You tilted your head in wonder as you gazed at them. Even with their spooky makeup, you could see that they were all incredibly handsome underneath. And out of everyone in the haunt, you were in a private room with them. 

“S-Sorry!” you stuttered out an apology. “I didn’t mean to flinch. I just didn’t know what to expect”

“Do you like what you see, baby~?” one of the ‘vampires’ asked. He had wild, blond hair and a bit of stubble on his smooth skin. Even with the contacts, you could clearly see the mischievousness in his eyes.

You nodded, feeling a bit bashful. Now that you could see how attractive they all were, being called various pet names by them was making you blush. 

“Awww Dwayne, didya hear that? They like us!” he said, smiling and nudging his dark-haired friend.

“Yeah, Paul, I did. I’m flattered~” the man named Dwayne nudged him back.

Now you had a name to match each vampiric face. Dwayne, Paul, Marko, and David. Four scare actors who were being more flirty than scary. If this was considered them doing a bad job at the haunt, then you liked the idea of them doing much worse~

David was the one to make a move first. He had his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he stepped closer to you. Golden eyes stayed locked with your own as you moved backward a bit. Despite knowing it wasn’t real, it was still a little scary being watched over like this. 

Your back quickly hit the wall behind you, a fake, paper backdrop of a dungeon wall for the aesthetic of the haunted house. Chains decorated the border, clanking from your movement. David looked immensely pleased as he pinned a hand up to the wall, boxing you in as he moved closer to you. Shivers ran down your spine as the space between you two closed more and more. You could smell smoke and peppermint on his breath. It made you feel quite lightheaded.

“Do you know why I brought you here, little one~?” he asked. His voice was much lower now. It was boosting your arousal even more. You wondered how obvious it was to the others.

“Why..~?”

David smirked at you before leaning into the side of your face. His lips were once again on your skin as he whispered in your ear.

“Because we’re so very hungry, and you’re the most delicious-looking human on the whole boardwalk~”

God, the sound that came out of your mouth was the most pathetic thing you’d ever heard. It was a mix of a gasp and a moan; surprise and desire mixed into one. The others snickered, clearly loving how flustered you were. 

Part of your brain wondered if this was true flirting or if you were just lost in a very elaborate performance by these scare actors. If the latter was true, then they could let you go at any moment and do the same trick for the next, pretty thing to walk by in the darkness. You hoped with all your heart the former was correct.

You got your answer when David caressed your cheek and leaned in to kiss you. 

Yes!!

While you were cheering in your head, you reciprocated the kiss by wrapping your arms around David’s neck and pulling him in even more. He sighed in delight as he moved his lips with yours, so eager for more. Your fingers slipped into his hair, eagerly tugging at his bleached strands. He growled lowly as you did so, enjoying the sensation. 

The hand that wasn’t pinned to your side slowly wrapped around the small of your back, pushing your lower half closer to David’s. You could feel the smile on his lips as he started to grind against you. It made you feel so desired.

Said feeling grew stronger when you started to feel his arousal pressing against your hip. You made yet another pathetic noise from the sensation. He felt so big against you, already hard and throbbing from just your kisses alone. Dirty thoughts of fucking a man you just met in a haunted house began to flood your mind. It only made you moan more as you kissed him so passionately. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot~” Marko said with a growl.

“Mmmhmm….’s turning me on~” Dwayne agreed.

“C’mon David, we wanna taste of them too!!” Paul whined, clearly overcome with lust.

David released you, growling in annoyance as he did so. It was directed at his friends, not you. To keep you occupied while he scolded them, he slipped his hand down further and squeezed your ass. It was getting more and more difficult to hold back your noises the more he played with you.

“You’ll all get your turn soon. Don’t make me have to punish you for being impatient, Paulie~” he told the other blond. Even in your haze of lust, you wondered what kind of relationship these four had. Were they co-actors, friends, or lovers of one another? Maybe they were all three. If they were very close, then they must share everything.

It seemed like they wanted to share you now.

When he turned his attention back to you David’s devious smile returned. You could see a glint in his eye, even with his contacts. It was amazing how real everything felt. Your heart was racing, and not from fear like it was before.

“You know something, little one?” David started. “Those chains on the wall aren’t some plastic props. They’re real. Strong enough to keep anything in place. Including a squirmy, excited human plaything~”

You audibly gulped as you eyed the chains. Now that you were looking more closely, they looked like something that was recently bought at a hardware store. You knew exactly what David was implying with this. Figures that the guy dressed as a vampire would be a little bit kinky. If this night would be even more in your favor, then all of them would be that way too~

“Bet you’d look so pretty bound and presented for us, baby. Ready and willing to let us take what we want~”

If the other boys didn’t look hungry before, they looked positively starved for you now. You could see how David would be the leader of their group. So confident and assertive with what he wanted from you.

“D-David…~” you stuttered, feeling more breathless than ever. “We just met….we’re in public….this is happening so fast…”

He cocked his head to the side. So curious and intrigued. 

“Is that a ‘no’?”

A flirtatious smile stretched across your face.

“I never said that~”

It was all such a rush. David’s lips crashed against yours, now moving much faster as his desire increased. He guided your arms upward so he could slip off your top, exposing you for him and the others to see. You moved your legs apart so it was easier for him to yank down your pants and underwear. You frantically kicked off your shoes so he could get the rest of your clothes off. 

"Now aren't you a pretty sight to see, my dear~" David purred. He was practically drinking in your appearance while he pulled down the end of one of the chains. 

"Damn, babe! You've got a rockin' body. Makes me wanna fuck all night~" Paul added. He was squeezing his erection through his tight pants. 

Dwayne and Marko were no different. They eyed you with a deep hunger, running their tongues over their fangs as they watched David handle you. They glistened and shined in the candlelight. For something fake, they looked rather sharp to you. 

David grabbed your chin again, making you turn your attention back to him as held the shackle in his other hand. 

"Stay still for me~" he cooed. 

You did as he said, standing in place as he clasped the shackle around your wrists, holding them together while he yanked the other end of the chain upward. Your arms lifted and you were presented to them as their naked, eager prisoner. They all moved closer, surrounding you in a semi-circle while they looked you up and down. It made your skin feel warm and your stomach flutter knowing they wanted you so badly. 

"Let Dwayne have his turn first, little one. He's the most gentle out of all of us~" David explained, nudging his dark-haired friend. 

Marko and Paul's whining were ignored as you were completely focused on the handsome man making his way closer to you. He smiled wickedly while stroking your cheek with his clawed finger. Seeing him up close made you realize he didn't have a shirt on under his jacket and with a body like that, he shouldn't have to cover up~

"Let's get that perfect body nice and warmed up for the others, sweet thing~" he whispered, voice deep and smooth in your ear. If the chain wasn't holding you up you'd surely faint and fall to the ground. 

He went in for a kiss of his own, slower and deeper and oh-so delicious. Moans were traded between the two of you while he trailed his fingertips over your naked form. It was rather cool to the touch. It caused you to shiver as he ghosted over your neck, your collarbone, your sensitive nipples, and down your stomach before finding the aching heat in between your legs.

Your knees were shaking with anticipation as he inched closer and closer, teasing you for a moment or two. He chuckled darkly when you let out a whine of impatience. 

"Shh shhhh, don't cry, baby. I'm gonna take good care of you~"

When he finally dove in you realized he was an honest man who was good on his promises. Your head fell back and a sigh came from your lips as his strong fingers began to move. His touch was absolutely perfect. Not too fast or too slow. Not too hard or too soft. It was as if he had known your body for years already. 

You found yourself moving your hips to match his rhythm, grinding against the skilled hand as he touched you. It made your brain go hazy and your body heat rise. When you felt the heat of his lips on your neck you leaned in more letting him fill the most sensitive spots with kisses and small licks. 

"Ooh God, Dwayne~" you moaned out for him. By the sound of his amused chuckling, he enjoyed your voice saying his name quite immensely. 

"You're already making such a mess on my fingers~" he teased. "How about I let Marko have a turn to clean it up~?"

You nodded quickly, hating the idea of Dwayne stepping aside but loving the possibility of a mouth on you more. He reluctantly pulled his hand away before giving you another chaste kiss. When he released you completely, the curly-haired vampire came to take his place. 

"Goddamn, what a sight you are right now~” he teased, getting a good look at how hot and bothered you were. He leaned in for a soft kiss on your lips before continuing to speak. “You’re in luck, cutie. I give the best head out of all four of us~”

You giggled as the others scoffed and called bullshit on that statement, no doubt believing they were each the best. Still, you’d give Marko the chance to prove himself. He kept his spooky-looking eyes on yours as he slipped down onto his knees. His hands were covered with leather, fingerless gloves, and the material on your skin as he rubbed your thighs was quite a nice sensation. The rubbing turned into a sensual massage as he leaned in to lick a stripe over your sex.

“Sh-Shit, Marko!!” you whimpered, not expecting it to already feel so good. That certainly put a smile on his face. He held your gaze as he glided his tongue over the hot flesh over and over, making patterns and shapes to see what made you shiver and moan the most. The louder you got, the more he did those special motions.

One of his hands moved underneath your thigh in order to hoist the leg over his shoulder. He was so bold and so eager, it was making your heart flutter. That, and the fucking magic he was working with his mouth. 

Just like with Dwayne you moved your hips in motion with Marko, getting into the rhythm so you’d feel your best. Every kiss, lick, and suck was pure bliss and it was making you feel dizzy with pleasure. He was supposed to be cleaning up the mess you were making, but the way his tongue was working its magic on you was only making it worse. Not that you were complaining~

It was getting harder and harder to stay put. The chains rattled as you shook and shivered, feeling jolts move your body against your will. It was getting harder for Marko to keep you in place. He pulled his mouth off of you and tutted in mock disappointment.

“Such a squirmy little bunny, aren’t you~?” he teased. “How are we gonna give you what you want if you can’t stay still~?”

“Maybe you need to be punished so you can properly behave for us~” Paul spoke up from the side. “I think being put to work while on your knees would be a good way to discipline you~”

Marko looked over to his friend and watched in amusement as Paul had already begun to unbutton his pants and slip off his belt. You were staring at him too, practically drooling at the impressive cock he whipped out. He returned the gaze as he made his way over to you, letting Marko step back before standing in front of you. 

“What gorgeous-looking lips ya have~” he purred, diving in for a kiss of his own. He was so energetic and eager, it made you squeak in surprise. “Wanna see them wrapped around my dick~”

Your cheeks were flushed as he loosened the chain that held you up. Slowly you were lowered onto the floor, your knees pressing into the ground as you looked up at the blond. He slowly jerked his cock, carefully moving so he wouldn’t hurt himself with the nails on his fingers. The closer you looked the sharper they appeared. 

“Open your mouth, sugar~”

You were more than happy to do as he asked. With your lips parted nice and wide and your tongue stuck out, Paul moved closer to you, pressing one hand against the wall and the other still wrapped around his dick. He smiled mischievously at you as he tapped the tip against your tongue, giving you a small taste of what was to come. 

He pushed his hips forward, allowing the length to slip further into your mouth. It was hard not being able to touch him but you still welcomed every part of him inside of you. Your lashes fluttered while you gazed up at him, slowly beginning to suck his cock. When you felt comfortable and adjusted to his size, you began to bob your head up and down, building a pace that satisfied him immensely. 

“Oh fuck yeah~” he said with a breathy laugh. He placed a hand on top of your head, silently encouraging you to keep up with what you were doing. “Suck it, baby. Suck it all you want~”

No need to tell you twice. You hummed softly as you kept his cock hot and wet in your mouth. With the size so easily filling your throat there were moments you had to pause so you wouldn’t gag, but the second you felt better, you were right back to work. Paul was clearly enjoying himself, his hips slowly rolling to match the rhythm you were using. 

You could have done this all night and been content with letting the handsome vampire use your mouth as a warmer for his cock, but David had other plans in mind for you. Despite Paul getting closer and closer, he stopped the two of you before any release could happen, tugging him backward. His cock slipped out of your mouth and a thin line of saliva trailed out of your mouth as it pulled out.

“What the hell, man?? I was getting my goddamn soul sucked out!” Paul whined, his fake fangs more prominent now with the scowl on his face. David returned the expression, not appreciating the back-talk.

“If anyone is gonna cum inside them, it’ll be me,” David said sternly. He was practically hissing his words out. Paul got the message loud and clear, backing off and accepting David’s orders. 

When he turned his attention back to you, David tugged the chain upwards again, making you get back on your feet so he could meet you face-to-face. He had such a wicked smile on his handsome face as he stared deeply into your eyes. It felt like he was right inside your head, reaching into the deepest parts of your mind with just one look. 

“Y’know something, little one?” he started, reaching a hand out to caress your cheek. Out of impulse you nuzzled against him. “As much as I love this attractive face of yours, I think it’ll be a bit more fun to do it with the lights off~”

You softly gasped as Marko, Dwayne and Paul each stepped closer to the candles that had been lit earlier. When you realized they were about to blow them out and leave you in the dark again, you began to whimper, frightened at the idea of being trapped in the darkness with no idea what was happening.

David’s expression softened. He placed the other hand on your other cheek, holding you tenderly while looking closely at you. Once again there was that sensation of him seemingly speaking directly into your brain, making you focus on him and nothing else around him. Maybe it was the fear that made you latch onto him more. Maybe he was just that charismatic of a person. You weren’t certain, but you didn’t dare look away.

“Don’t be scared, my dear,” he whispered to you. “You have nothing to worry about when you’re with us. There isn’t a thing in the dark that’s scarier than me and my boys. I’m going to show you just how pleasurable the shadows can be~”

The sweet nothings he said to you were slowly transforming your fear into desire. His promises were somehow convincing enough to make you feel intrigued by what he’d do to you in the dark. The more time you spent with him and the others, the more attracted to them you felt. No longer did you feel like being in the dark could be a bad thing. 

With a nod and a soft smile, you silently gave David permission to do as he wished with you. He looked over to the others and gave them the okay to extinguish all of the candles. With a soft blow from each of them the wicks flickered out, and you were once again shrouded in darkness.

It was still a little intimidating at first. With nothing to greet your vision you had to rely on your other senses to tell what was going on. You were lucky to have David right in front of you, still touching your body so you knew exactly where he was and what he was doing. The chain holding you up lightly clanged as he pulled you in more, kissing you deeply and holding the side of your head in his leather-bound grasp.

His tongue slipped into your mouth slowly, moving along yours as his hand roamed over your naked frame. The sensation of touch was much more sensitive and you felt yourself shiver with anticipation whenever he found a particularly erogenous area. It was like he was playing a game, trying to map out your body in the dark like this.

More sounds greeted your ears. One source was three sets of footsteps from Marko, Dwayne, and Paul as they surrounded you. There was a bit of giggling from each of them, but you had no idea who was where.

Another source was the sound of a zipper and the light jingling of a belt, no doubt coming from David as he freed his cock. Without any light you couldn’t see how big it was, meaning you’d get a bit of a surprise when he was ready for you. 

“Don’t worry, sugar,” Paul spoke, surprising you from how you hadn’t expected him to be on your right side. “David always keeps a bottle of lube in his pocket~”

“Speaking from past experience, you’re in for a treat~” Marko added, his voice coming from the left. So they really were lovers. The only thing more arousing than you having sex with David was the idea of all of them in an intimate, lustful embrace. God, it was only turning you on more.

The two blonds took over for David with touching you while said leader spread a little lube on his cock. You found that Paul was much faster and eager to grab and squeeze while Marko was more teasing, hovering his fingers over sensitive spots to leave you antsy for more. 

“Behind you, baby~” Dwayne whispered, directly behind you. It served as a warning so he wouldn’t startle you with what he was about to do. In a split second, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist before hoisting you upward against his chest. Your legs dangled in the air for a moment before Paul and Marko each grabbed one, holding you in place.

It was like they were pieces of bondage equipment. Holding you in place for David to enjoy properly. Despite your worries about being too heavy to hold for long, they seemed to have no issue. It was as if you were light as a feather to them. It was incredibly pleasing to you~

“You want the big, bad vampire to fuck you now, human~?” David asked you. His cock was rock-hard and poking your thigh. You were practically aching for him to put it in you.

“Y-Yes, David!” you answered, voice turning into a whimper. Even in the dark, you knew the others had to be smirking at you. 

You didn’t have to think about that for long because you were too occupied by the sensation of the tip of David’s cock pressing into your hole. It was wet and pleasantly warm from the lube, making his slow entrance inside of you that more intoxicating. Such pleasure caused some pretty lustful noises to escape your mouth.

“Fuck, what a tight little thing you are~” David grunted, adjusting to your body. Leather gloves gripped your hips as he pulled you down further on him. It had you seeing stars, it felt that good. “I’m gonna get addicted to you if I’m not careful~”

Now that wasn’t something you’d complain about. While he slowly began to pump himself in and out of you, the others put their focus on you, caressing your figure and holding you still. Of course, they were more than happy to use their voices to make you feel good too. 

“Isn’t this better, baby~?” Dwayne whispered in your ear, warm breath tickling your skin. “Doesn’t everything feel so much better when you’re hidden in the dark? Everything gets so much stronger~”

“Makes you itch for more of everything, doesn’t it?” Marko added, squeezing your thigh. 

“Even if you’re hidden we still know just how fucking hot you are right now. Wish I was the one plowing you though~” Paul said with a giggle. 

Their words sent sparks through your body, the pleasure perfectly mixing with what you got from their bleach-blond leader. David sounded so pent up and domineering as he fucked you harder now. In and out he pumped, moving his body with yours without any signs of losing energy. His grunting had turned into something of a growl, deep and intimidating while he took control of you.

You were desperate for more of this. You wished you could wrap your legs around him or scratch down his back, but right now you were positioned like a toy for him to use. It was so dirty and kinky and you loved it so. 

Instead, you made use of your voice more. This was no time to be quiet or shy. You threw your head back, feeling dumb with pleasure as every pump of his cock built your ecstasy. He fucked like a God and you’d happily worshipped him with your voice.

“DAVID! Oooh fuck, David, I want you! I want more, please~!!” you cried out. If anyone in the haunt was near the room and heard your screams, then you honestly didn’t give a fuck.

“You’ve got me, sweetling,” he assured you with a breathy laugh. “I’ll quench whatever thirst you have. Just let me fuck you how I want~” 

Each of your senses was overloaded by the sexual display. They hadn’t been kidding when they said everything was stronger in the dark. The three boys that held you must have noticed how you responded to such a thing because they all played on it too.

“You can hear so much more now, can’t you? The slaps of David’s hips, the sounds of pleasure…..they’re all music to your ears now, aren’t they~?” Dwayne moaned in your ear. He sounded just as turned on as you were.

“Bet your sense of touch is even stronger, sugar~” Paul added on. “Every goddamn thrust, squeeze, and scratch feels so good to you, doesn’t it? I’ll bet it makes David’s fat dick feel even better too~”

“Don’t forget the taste, cutie~” Marko whispered. “I know you tasted like a fine meal on my tongue and I’ll bet you enjoyed Paul too. Whenever David kisses you, the taste will leave you begging for more~”

You never wanted to leave this haunt now. Between the insane amount of flirting and the sensation of David bottoming out, you knew you’d never have better sex than this very moment. They all left you feeling satisfied, yet still greedy for more. While you took it all from them you silently hoped they’d want more of you too after this. 

Your moans mixed beautifully with their own. They all sounded so pent-up and eager for you, especially David. It was all getting to be too much to handle. That final release was building inside you at an alarmingly fast rate.

“Oh fuck! FUCK! I’m so close…~! Ooh God!!” you barely got out. It was getting harder to speak by the second.

“The only God you’ve got now is me, little one~” David growled loudly. He was sounding more like a monstrous creature than a human. If you could see his vampire makeup again, you’d surely be able to enjoy the look with that deep, dark voice. “Cum for me, human. Let me feast on your desire. Feed me, love~”

It wasn’t long before you did just that. After another few thrusts inside you, the intense rush of pleasure took over and you came beautifully for David. Your back arched against Dwayne’s chest and your legs tensed in Marko and Paul’s hands as you let the orgasm flow through your body. It was so perfect that you had to let your voice sing out even more.

“AAahhh! D-David~!!” you whimpered out. Such sounds continued when you felt David give into his own pleasure as well. His groans flowed out as he finished deep inside your body. His body tensed as hit after hit of his climax overwhelmed him. You could feel every bit of hot cum fill you up, and it made everything that much more exciting. 

You’d long since stopped worrying about the passage of time since they took you into this room, but now you grew curious as to how long David and his boys held you like this. The two of you were coming down together, letting relaxation take over your bodies. Panting and sighing greeted your ears, displaying the relief so well.

When you were finally ready, the three other vampires carefully released your torso and legs, letting you try to find your footing. They still stayed close in case you felt too wobbly. David tucked his cock back inside his pants before reaching up to unlock the clasp that held your wrists.

As fun as it was being strung up, it was a relief to be able to put your arms down again. In the darkness, you felt the blond take one of your hands and press soft kisses to the wrist, no doubt a silent apology for any pain or chaffing you had experienced. 

David held you in his arms while the others stepped back to give you a little space. Paul was the first to offer some much-needed light, pulling out a lighter and flicking the small flame open. It wasn’t a big difference, but at least you could see the vampiric appearance of your lover again now. He was so stunning in the light of the fire.

“Now then, my little human~” he spoke, a devious smile painted on his face. “There’s just one last thing I need to do”

You tilted your head in curiosity. When you did so, he moved to place his lips on the exposed side of your neck. A fit of giggles came from your mouth as he teased the area with a few kisses. 

“Close your eyes one last time for me. You treated me to dessert first…but I still need to enjoy my dinner~”

Before you could even begin to comprehend his words the fangs that were in his mouth pierced into your flesh, shocking your body with sharp pain. 

The already dark surroundings went back to pitch black as you fainted in his arms. 

“Hey! HEY! C’mon, wake up!!”

This was not what you wanted to hear right now. Grogginess was messing with your head, clouding your ability to think or focus. You had no idea how long you had passed out, but now you were finally coming to, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience.

“DUDE!! WAKE THE HELL UP!”

You finally jolted awake at the sound of shouting in your face.

Eyes were wide and your body was tense as you adjusted to the light you had been without for so long. You were still in the room you had lost consciousness in, but now there were flashlights shining in your face and illuminating the area. 

Once you were coherent, you frantically looked around to figure out what was going on. For one, you were sitting on the floor with your knees tucked to your chest. After the initial panic, you realized you were fully dressed and cleaned as if nothing had ever happened. Second, your friends were all in front of you, all holding flashlights and displaying looks of worry and panic on their faces. 

“Oh thank God!” one of them said, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “We’ve been looking for you for a couple of hours now! We all freaked out when we got to the end and realized you weren’t with us. The boardwalk security has been helping us look for you!”

Another friend leaned down to meet you eye-to-eye. A guilt-ridden expression was on their face as they tried to elaborate.

“We all felt so damn guilty for making you do this. We didn’t mean to scare you this badly. We’re so sorry! It’s just so good to see you’re okay!”

The last of your group held out a hand for you to take. Still a bit disoriented, you took it tightly so you wouldn’t stumble and fall back to the ground. 

“You were sleeping against the side of the wall when we got here. Do you know how long you’ve been in here?”

After a brief second of confusion and mentally retracing your steps, you figured out what had happened. You must have passed out from both exhaustion and fear when David tried to bite your neck. He was probably doing another vampire bit and it scared you to an extreme. It seemed that they were at least kind enough to clean you and redress you so you wouldn’t be a mess when you woke up.

You were only left wondering why they didn’t stay. Maybe they were going to get in trouble with their boss if they were gone too long. It actually really bummed you out because you already missed those boys. You’d never had a night like that before.

Quick to think of an excuse, you told a little white lie about running into a random room and hiding out from the monsters in the haunt, and after crying you fell asleep. They didn’t have to know you got the fucking of your life from the very monsters you claimed to be afraid of. Thankfully, your friends bought the excuse and safely ushered you out of the room and towards an exit you had missed before. 

You were grateful for their help and remorse. It wasn’t their fault you got lost, and they had worked hard to find you. When you got back to the boardwalk, the light of the rides and the games felt so much brighter. Figures that would be the case after being in the dark for so long. 

As you all walked back down the path to the parking lot you felt comfortable enough to talk about the different decorations and monster actors you had come across. When it was your turn, you were eager to talk about your favorite part.

“I gotta say, the vampires were the most impressive ones. I’ve never seen such professional-looking makeup effects before! It was like something out of a movie!”

You had hoped they would agree with you, possibly catching site of one of the boys as well. To your surprise, you were met with confused looks on their faces.

“What are you talking about? The flyers set up for the event never said anything about vampires”

For a second you thought they were kidding. Surely they couldn’t be serious. After all, there were four in total and they all had gotten to know you very personally. But then you thought back to that flyer you saw as well. The haunt promised zombies, werewolves, demons, and mummies, but no mention of vampires. 

You brushed their confusion off, saying they were probably brought in last minute. Something extra special to surprise the people visiting the haunt. Everyone agreed that was most likely the case and you’d been the only one lucky to see them.

Perhaps if you were brave enough to go in a second time you’d see the four, handsome boys again. Maybe without the makeup if they wanted to spend some more quality time with you.

As you chatted more with your friends you were to brush some hair off of your neck. A shot of iciness ran through your spine when your fingertips touched an unfamiliar mark.

Two small holes. Perfectly circular and side by side where David had bitten you. Definitely not something caused by plastic fangs. Flashes of their genuine-looking monster faces came back into your mind.

Now you really had a good reason to find them again~

[eponastory]

Just saw your pumpkin spice latte story, also the chocolate one and Evan

How about this, Evan discovering the one game that took the internet by storm years ago... that being Minecraft? Imagining Evan becoming so darn addicted Dante will have to rip his daughter off the computer

That actually sounds like a really good idea!

To be fair, Evan definitely grew up during those times. I was, unfortunately, a bit older when the game came out... in my early 20s, actually.

So, with this prompt, it's not all humor. It's mostly the reality of being a parent and having to discipline your child without breaking down the trust in your child. I think parenting in general is like walking a tightrope because there needs to be balance. For Dante, that doesn't come easy as he had no real example of fatherhood. I don't see Sparda actually being a 'Dad' more of a 'Father', and trust me, there is a huge difference. Anyway, hope this meets expectations.

Well, here it is!

Just a Bunch Of Pixelated Blocks

It was the yelling that woke him up late one night. Not that Dante had really been sleeping peacefully. Oh no, peaceful sleeping was really out of the question these days. Especially when there were bad dreams to be had.

The yelling was definitely not him. It was too young and feminine to be him unless he turned into a woman in his sleep. It's highly unlikely, but one never knows. No, this was the frustrated yells of his one and only daughter. He honestly did not know what exactly was going on, even though it had been obvious. He should have never gotten her that damn computer for her birthday.

He quickly put on some pants and a shirt before heading out of his room to deal with his pre-teen child. What on earth did he get himself into when he walked into that damn bar twelve years ago.

She was up most hours of the night when she should be sleeping. Of course, Dante still had problems trying to adjust to this thing called 'parenting', but he thought he was doing okay. Evan was still alive, not starving, and was functioning just fine in his care. He could be more assertive when it came to keeping her on track with school, but he was pretty sure he enabled her to get away with murder if it came down to it.

That was his fault.

He ran a hand down his face when he walked out of his room. It must have been one in the morning or later, but she was definitely awake. He could see the light from her computer coming from under her door and the sound of her keyboard clicking as she played her game. How long was this going to continue?

She was twelve years old and already had emotional problems. That was not her fault, to be honest. Her upbringing was never in his control. Actually, he had not even existed to her until a year ago. Again, it was not his fault, but that was how the cards fell.

He slowly opened the door to see her staring intently at her computer screen. This game had been out a few years now, but her new friends at school had gotten her into it. It was clearly fun and encouraged creativity, but it was causing her grades to slip. If there was one thing he wanted for her, it was the things he did not have when he was her age.

School was a touchy subject for him.

Even so, Dante knew Evan was too busy listening to music while she played. He was going to handle this in his way, which was why a smirk crept onto his face. She could not hear him creeping up behind her.

He could see the health bar at the bottom blinking as a green cactus looking thing was walking up to her character.

"No! Don't you dare!" She yelled out as the thing got closer on the screen and started flashing red. She clicked her mouse as hard as she could to kill the green thing while a skeleton could be seen shooting at her. "No no no no no!" Then apparently, everything blew up. "Why would you do that!?" There was a whine to her voice that sounded like desperate frustration.

It was a game... on a computer.

Dante could not understand the appeal. Maybe it's because he grew up in the 80s, and his version of entertainment was Atari and shooting things in the back of Nell's workshop... he honestly did not know. He just knew his kid was incredibly addicted to this mess of pixelated blocks.

And now she was crying.

Well, crap.

And she still did not know he was behind her. At least not until he put a hand on her shoulder.

"What the fuck!!!" If Evan was a cat, she would be clinging to the ceiling by her claws. She jumped so hard she scrambled out of her chair and onto the floor. "Dad!"

"Evan!" Dante countered her reaction with an equally shocked expression as she scrambled up against the wall. "What are you doing up?" His face went from fake shock to serious. "It's two in the morning, and you have school." If there was one thing he hated the most, it was being the mean parent.

"I couldn't sleep." She was cowering against the wall in fear. He suddenly felt terrible because he knew that look. The look of a kid who had seen way more than she should have in her young age. "I'm sorry." He crossed his arms, trying to figure out how to handle this.

Dante walked closer with his bare feet padding against the wood floor. He said nothing as he sat down next to her on the floor with his back up against the wall. It was all he could think of to make her feel comfortable. It was the scared look on her face that did him in. No one told him how it would feel when he saw Evan hurting or in fear. It was probably the worst thing he ever felt besides the other things that happened in his life.

He ran a hand through his hair as Evan calmed herself down.

"I'm not mad at you." He had his knees bent as he rested his arm on them. "But you're on this thing every waking moment and when you aren't doing anything else." He motioned to the computer, which currently had a response prompt on the screen. "And you're getting upset over dying in a game." Well, if she only knew about the multiple impalings he had gone through over the years and LIVED!

"But I worked so hard to get that diamond armor and sword." She looked at him with tears in her eyes. Kids and their video games. "Now I have to start over."

"Then start over, but not when you are supposed to be sleeping."Dante shook his head at the thought of his daughter thinking the game was more important than anything else. "Or doing other things."

"But Dad, this is all I have to do." Not really, but he was not big into giving her chores. Especially when he did not feel like doing things himself most days anyway. "This or homework, and you're only useful with math." He wrapped his right arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer as she sniffed.

"Look, it's just a bunch of pixelated blocks on a screen... they can wait until after school." Well, there was also another way to solve this problem. "And I hate to do it, Princess, but I'm taking your power cord at night from now on." Then the real waterworks began. Oh no... the fountain of tears came like a downpour. He was trying really hard not to roll his eyes.

"You can't do that, it's my computer." This conversation felt extremely familiar, but he could not place where it happened before. Or with who. "You gave it to me!" Evan pulled away from him. He was not taking her computer, just setting boundaries as suggested by one of her teachers at the parent-teacher meeting.

"Sorry, Kid, but this is how it has to be." He stood up and went to the computer. "You can play when your homework is done or on the weekends." The look on her face was horrific as he went to pull the plug from the wall.

"Wait at least let me save it before you turn it off!" Evan cried out in desperation. Obviously there was something Dante was missing from this whole thing. He knew nothing about computers. Well, he knew a couple things, but mostly nothing. "If you turn it off like that it's going to erase everything!" Big tears were streaming down her cheeks. Oh the pain. The ache was there in his heart, but Dante knew that this was for the best.

"Okay, so save it then shut it down." And she did exactly that as she looked at him defeated. The pleading in her eyes as he disconnected the power cable and held in in his hand with a tight grip. Why did this bother him so much? "Hey, it's not forever." He attempted to put a hand on her shoulder but she turned away from him to get in her bed.

Dante watched her as she curled up under the covers and cried. None of this made any sense to him. All of this over a game for crying out loud. It was not the first time he heard about this. There was an epidemic of kids turning into crying messes because of their parents limiting computer time. Especially with this game. At the same time, it felt awful. He looked down at the cord in his hand and squeezed it.

The bane of his existence at that moment was a damn piece of plastic and copper wire.

Parenting was hard.

This was new territory for him anyway, but he knew they would get through it. He loved the kid that was crying in her bed with all of his heart, and soul. This was just a bump in the road. She was undoubtedly part of him, even with her temper.

"I love you, Princess." He told her before slowly walking out of her room and shutting the door.

All of this over Minecraft.

When Evan got home from school the next day, she walked in with a smile on her face. Dante was in his usual spot at his desk with his feet up and his arms crossed over his chest. He was a little suspicious of the smile on his daughter's face, but put it up to being Friday...

Oh... it was Friday.

Shit.

"So, Dad, I forgive you for taking my computer cord away." She gave him a sickeningly sweet smile as she stood on the other side of his desk. "But you forgot it was Friday, didn't you?" He narrowed his eyes before reaching into the top right hand drawer of his desk.

"I hope a creeper blows up your house." He handed the cord over to her.

"Wait, have you been playing Minecraft while I'm at school?" That was a very strong accusation.

"I can neither confirm or deny that accusation." Dante smirked at her as she looked at him with semi confusion mixed with a little shock. "Anyway, times a wasting... better go make use of it." He leaned back in his chair with his arms behind his head and a smile on his face.

If he was going to make amends, he better learn about those pixelated blocks on his daughter's computer.

[dustward]

Playing BotW2 made me realize how much I liked certain aspects of BotW1 (+other older Zeldas) and how that was always going to be a one and done kind of playthrough. Can’t recall if I did all the sidequests, but I got all the shrines, messed with all the mini-games, and got at least 400 koroks, maybe? I explored every inch of that world and felt pretty damn satisfied with having done so. I already hinted at how I felt punished for having played BotW1 this way, so this is a good time to partly explain why via the games’ minor and major enemies, and any likes/dislikes I hold for both BotWs’ rosters.

I miss the Ancient Guardians. They were kinda techy in the way I find myself disliking the Zonai for, but somehow it worked for me back then. They worked as this unique, new and imposing enemy you knew you didn’t want to deal with until you were absolutely ready to. And the smaller ones, I can’t believe I never realized how adorable I found them!? The Zonai in the sequel pale in comparison, I’m sorry. Not sure why the devs decided to scrub the world of any evidence of them existing save for their use in the new Ubisoft towers and a little broken one by Purah’s. It really sucked to see they were so readily discarded. They could’ve at least had one little pet follow Purah around or something, but I guess they’re just old news now.. Also where did those old shrines/towers go? No way they all were so entirely, effectively disposed of in just a few years.

While the Zonai replaced the smaller guardians, a new imposing enemy replaced the larger ones. The gloomy hand brigade was yet another downgrade in my eyes. They were far more frustrating to deal with and after killing one, I no longer never felt compelled to fight them. And so, I simply ran away till they gave up and disappeared into nothingness every time after. The way they’d suddenly appear in what should’ve been a moment of dread was instead a moment of growing annoyance. I’d much preferred the Ancient Guardians’ being clearly visible from a distance (and them being able to spot you from that distance...) Ancient Guardians were also a good deterrent to players going certain ways, while the hands felt like a badly executed scare tactic with how they were always temporary, aside from the handful of times they were a required fight. When you successfully kill one, Phantom Ganon shows up. 

On paper this feels like a major osht moment that I should feel iffy mentioning given how spoiler-concerned I get for other people, but this “phase 2″ fight shouldn’t have existed at all. It’s a very dull 1v1 with the least exciting iteration of Phantom Ganon (I miss you Wind Waker variant.) What’s worse is that he’s a required fight in the main quest, a moment that’s made sour if you attempted to slay any pairs of hands beforehand (which I’d done in the first 10 hours). Can only imagine how this moment felt for folks that decided to kill every group of gloom hands they ran into.

Early on I fell into the habit of running past most enemies, especially older ones from the first game (the constant popup of all the old skeleton types got old fast). I fought plenty of Hinox, so thanks but no thanks? Was similarly done with the Talos till I saw they dropped unique, unhoardable fuse material. Keese, Moblins, Lizalfos, no thanks I’d done 150+ hours of that already. Lynels were a rare fight while not being an elaborate mini-boss, so I can’t say I hated seeing them again, though it was unfortunate I ran into an armored, gloom ridden one within my first 10~15 hours of gameplay. Ow

New enemies do show up, but it baffles me how they weren’t the standard for the depths region. That’s The New Area, why is it filled with roughly 80~85% botw1 enemies??? Knowing enemy variety was so stinted down there really sucked the fun and novelty of exploring that region when I first found it. Thank goodness for the giant Frog mini-boss, which was my favorite new fight. I went out of my way to fight a bunch of those in a depths-combing toward the end of the game. The Flux Construct was another highlight when it came to new mini-bosses. While I’m iffy on Zonai tech in general, that encounter grew on me. It was also nice how this was something you could encounter both in the depths and in the Sky Isles. I only fought one Fire and one King Gleeok, but they were decent enough fights as well. Everything new was good or at least decent, but there sure wasn’t much new in the grand scheme of things. This is excluding the major boss fights on that note, which...almost all get reused. Just like Phantom Ganon. For me, this undermines nearly every story-based confrontation, a story which already suffered from the heavily formulaic nature placed on it.

I couldn’t give an exact number, but there needed to be more new enemies and bosses. If the game’s concerned with scaling things up, then save a couple of them for lategame first time encounters. As it stood, I only fought a couple groups of each type voluntarily. Had a feeling the game would require me to fight more than that anyway, and sure enough via sidequests, main quests, and the various colosseums I’d had more than my fair share of the game’s various threats. It’s a shame harder variants of each monster are just a difference of hp/damage dealt and nothing more unique.

Also kinda surprised there wasn’t a larger variant of the Evermeans. That enemy was a good laugh at first but little more than an annoyance afterward. The Sky Islands had nothing unique on the enemy front that I can recall - what’s up with that? The newer Aerocuda being so easily oneshot was a bit of a letdown given it was one of only two new flying enemies. Gibdo and it’s variants were well handled, on that note. As with the bosses, general enemy designs held a similarly high quality. It’s just a shame there weren’t more new entries. Gloom and armor variants don’t count as those are simply new modifiers similar to paletteswap damage/hp swaps.

A lot of Zelda staples naturally carried over to the direct sequel in the same way they tend to with any subsequent Zelda game, but this carryover doesn’t work so well when it’s the exact same creatures in look, feel, and behavior. Variety was far more necessary as a result, and not simply a variety of elemental types.

Ah right, yet another lacking quality of life: hostile wild animals still can’t be targeted, eh?

[sw124]

BonelyHearts Reader Insert

{Female!ReaderXSkeleton household}

Camping! Pt.1

It was nippy outside, no question there. But you couldn’t beat the sheer beauty of it all. The field was vast and filled with rolling hills turning the loveliest shades of tan from the upcoming winter season. There was not a tree for miles around. You stretched your arms back, breathing in that beautiful air, it was so crisp it would put an apple’s skin to shame. You let out a long breath, watching it curl into its own cloud before quickly dissipating.

“So pretty here...” you whispered to yourself.

“Human! Have you found a spot yet?!”

You turn to see your gaggle of skeleton friends all unloading things from the van, you smile and wave to Papyrus.

“One sec ok I think I found a great spot for us all!”

Happily you half-jogged down the little hill you were standing on and scoped out a nice spot, it was flat and void of twigs and leaves. You stamped the ground to be sure there weren’t any spots waterlogged from rain, but no the ground was perfectly dry and level.

Back up the hill you run and call out. “Guys over here, I found the perfect spot!”

Back down you raced and skipped around the spot, the first skeleton over the hill was Blue with the picnic table; a perfect sign that this spot is claimed by someone. Blue hands you the table and you set it up, he runs back over the hill. The next skeleton to come over the hill is Papyrus with some of the chairs, all neatly marked with everyone’s name on the back of each unique chair, including yours.

You take them and set them up in a line; to both keep them out of the way and to let everyone choose where they’d like to sit when things get ready. Boss and Ash were the next couple of skeletons over the hill bringing the tents. Poplar was close behind carrying some bags, Nox and Rus were the next two over the threshold carrying two large boxes.

You rushed back up the hill to the van and met up with Red and Sans who were digging stuff out of the van. You came up and collected what they just took out and went back to the spot, you set the things down and went back for more. Stretch passed you carrying some of the sleeping bags. You couldn’t help but imagine everyone plus yourself as a bunch of worker ants. You were the one to get the last of the things, the box labeled ‘plates, utensils and cleanup’.

You just reached over the crest of the hill, you watched as Boss and Papyrus began laying out the tarps for some of the tents while Nox and Blue set up the canopy tent, Stretch and Rus were getting the sleeping bags sorted out. Of course Sans was already napping in his chair, you walked over to Ash, Poplar and Red who were getting the portable fire pit ready. You set the things down and grabbed a bucket nearby, you turned to the skeletons.

“I’m gonna go get some water and firewood!”

“Wait human!” You paused as Papyrus walked up to you...Sans neatly tucked under one arm. “Take Sans with you, he needs to do something productive instead of lazing about!”

Sans gave you shrug after Papyrus sat him down, you smile and take his hand.

“Its not that far, lets go lazy bones.” You just had to giggle seeing the blush form on his face.

You and Sans didn’t have far to walk, the communal area was at least just a yard away. You paid for fire wood, making sure to have extra just in case also filling the bucket up with water. You told Sans to teleport the wood back to the campsite you’d be fine walking back with the bucket.

“Actually, I got a better idea.” Taking your hand and in a blink of an eye, the both of you were back at the campsite, firewood and water in hand.

“Ah you’re back! That was quick!” Papyrus took the bucket from you as Sans sat the fire wood down by Red.

“The hell- I don’t know how to start a damn fire, why you putting it by me?” Red growled.

“Well someone’s gotta know, other wise we’re gonna be ‘burned out’ by the end of this.” Sans chuckled, a echo of groans is heard.

You took the initiative, while Sans and Red went back and forth you began setting things up for the fire. Ash and Poplar watched, you balled up some dry-dead grass and layered some small twigs on it. Taking out a lighter you packed you lite the grass, after you got the smaller fire going you started layering on the wood. In a matter of a few minutes you had a nice fire all set.

“Fires ready.” You said, you felt a little proud seeing everyone’s expressions.

“Anything else that needs to be done?” You asked, surveying the layout.

“If you could set up the cooking station under the canopy that would be nice.” Said Poplar, Ash helping him stand up.

Nodding you went to the canopy and start unpacking, you unpacked the snacks first but kept the perishables like the fish inside the cooler along with the vegetables. You took out a large pot, pasta, ramen and other things and set them on a separate fold-out table; preparations for tonight’s dinner. You had just set out the last of the snacks when you heard Nox curse, you look to see him knelt down by a peg and holding his hand.

“Nox, you ok?” You walk over.

“I’m fine, I just caught the side of my hand with the hammer.”

You were quick to take his hand and inspect it, a habit of yours whenever someone had gotten an injury no matter how minor it was. Nox grumbles but doesn’t take his hand away, you gently rub his hand between yours to sooth the wound before standing back up. Giving him a sweet smile, was it your imagination or was he blushing.

“I’m setting up some snacks for when you boys are done, drinks too; I’ll let you know when there done.” You left before he could give you a reply, you had a task to complete.

You arranged the small snack bags into two groups, one side was for the shorter skeletons the other for the taller skeletons. Of course it had everyone’s name written on the baggies but this just made it simpler. Next were the drinks, coco and coffee. You took great pains to make sure the coffee was just right too, you brought a special hand grinder for the coffee beans.

The coco you decided was going to be just as special, you were going to make it just like how your parents did back when you were really small. As you were finishing everything up, something caught your attention. You turned and saw at least a few yards away a giant RV party bus pull in, it was blaring popular club music, you could feel the ground vibrating from it. You wrinkled your nose a little, the smug oozing off the thing was almost too much. You tried to tell yourself it might just be a family and their kids put the music on loud as a joke.....you were dead wrong. The people that stepped out were four young men. You wrinkled your nose again, everyone else around the campground were either elderly/young couples or families. Not these wannabe campers...

You turned back to your task, just ignore them and things would be fine. You took the pot of hot coco and poured them into some mugs, next was the coffee and whatever the boys put in their coffee. You basically memorized everything these boys put in their drinks. You had just finished pouring the last cup when you heard Papyrus’s triumphant laugh. You turn to find a rather impressive sight, three tents but they were all connected with small extension tunnels, length maybe a single meter?

“Whoa...” you whispered.

You had two large tents sandwiching a slightly smaller one in the middle, you walked over and marveled at them. Papyrus walked over, his hand proudly placed on his hips and chest puffed high.

“Yes a magnificent sight indeed human! A friend of ours lent this to us, the tent on the left over here is where I, Boss, Poplar, Rus and Stretch will sleep. Our brothers will be in the tent on the far right and you will have the center tent!”

You blinked, the center tent was yours? You unzipped the front and looked inside, for goodness sake the center tent could fit five fully grown adults it was so huge! It had pockets to fit your phone too, you looked to and saw two opening ‘doorways’? Tentways? Whatever it was called you looked inside and goodness both sides were massive, but then again it probably was for the best since they were fitting five tall skeletons...and five short ones. Thankfully you found you could zip up both sides for privacy.

“What do you think human?” Asked Papyrus.

“Really amazing!” You couldn’t lie, this was impressive.

“Nyeheheh! Thank you human!”

“Well I’m glad your done cause I’ve just finish setting up the kitchen and have some hot drinks and snacks ready.”

You turned to get the drinks as Papyrus called everyone together, the skeletons all propped their chairs around the fire as you passed out their snacks, coco and coffee. You made yourself a cup of warm butterfly pea tea and sat down in your own chair. Rus softly blew across the top of his coco to cool it down before taking a sip of it, you smiled seeing his eyes light up.

“W-Wow...did you buy a new coco brand?” Rus looked at you, stars dancing in his eyes.

“No, I just made coco the way my parents did. No instant coco or coffee for this camping trip!” You giggle.

Ash smiled wildly as he tasted his coco along with his brother, Nox was inspecting his coffee, inhaling its steam to be sure you did a proper job in preparing his drink. You slyly rolled your eyes but didn’t hold it against him, good coffee is hard to come by or make right. Stretch though was not as picky and spoke up.

“Heeeeey this is pretty good, you sure you didn’t use the instant stuff?”

You knew he was poking fun at you but shook your head, you turned back to Nox, you caught a glimpse of his eyes going wide before returning to normal...followed by a fox like grin.

“Well my dear you certainly have been paying attention to my lessons on coffee haven’t you?” He purred.

“Yes, even I must admit you do have a way with making a good cup of coffee.” Replied Boss sipping his own cup.

Blue, much like Rus had stars dancing in his eyes, if the coffee was a little more cooler he might have chugged his entire mug down in a single go but it was still nice and hot so he had no choice but to sip. Red seemed to be restraining himself from downing his own cup as well. Papyrus and Sans were the last to speak up.

“Wowie human this is truly amazing!”

“Yeah, what did you buy?” Asked Sans, looking into his cup.

You smiled. “If you really want to know, I used milk, butter, sugar and coco powder all mixed together in a small cooking pot. My parents would make that kind of coco all the time in winter when I was really little, when I heard we were going camping I thought I’d share it with you guys.”

“Thats really nice...” said Ash, you smile at him...you were making a lot of skeletons blush today.

Papyrus spoke up next.

“So human, what shall we do now that we’re set up?”

[To be continued..]

[A fanfic reader insert for the fan-game @bonelyheartsclub I hope you enjoy and I will be planning more in the future with gender neutral or male centered readers, I hope you enjoy. Also I kinda guessed on what drinks the boys would like so don’t rag on me about getting drink choices mixed up ok? I’ll make corrections when I learn more about the boys]

[blacknight1230]

Halloween Treat

Jim Hopkins Imagine (Bully: Scholarship Edition)

You switch costumes with Pete, resulting in Jimmy enjoying your Halloween costume. 

Twas the night before Halloween. Your most favorite holiday spent at Bullworth Academy. The campus was decorating with glowing jack-o-lanterns, spooky ghosts and bats, and toilet paper hauntingly hanging from the tree branches. And best of all, the student body had free reign to wreak havoc this autumn night. Of course, no one was in there costumes now, a full twenty-four hours until you could do so. 

So, you were walking back to your dorms from the mess hall, when you saw a disgruntled Pete on the steps to the main school building. “Hey, Petey, what’s wrong?” you asked the small boy. “Oh, (Y/n), hey” he greeted, hurriedly getting to his feet. “Is everything okay? Is Gary picking on you again?” you questioned, worried about your friend. Pete just nervously shifted from foot to foot, not saying anything. “Petey, come on, talk to me. You’re worrying me,” you begged. “It's stupid, really. It’s not even a big deal,” Petey whined, avoiding eye contact with you. “Well, it obviously is if your this uptight about it. Come on, Pete o’boy, tell Momma (Y/n) all about your troubles. I promise I won’t laugh,” you pestered, poking the young boy repeatedly in the arm. “Ok, fine. It's about my costume,” Pete admitted, finally giving up. “Your costume?” You were confused now; how could Halloween get-up make his this miserable. “You see, I already picked out my costume for tomorrow night. I was really excited about it, but now I’m afraid to be seen in it!” Petey explained, pacing around as he stressed over the situation. “Why? Your costume can’t be that bad,” you tried to reassure Pete. “Ha-ha, well, it's not exactly something Gary or Jimmy would where that’s for sure,” he said, voice shaking. “Then what is it?” Petey sighed and glumly ushered you to follow him.

He led you over to the boys’ dorms and inside the building. You ignored the dilapidated surroundings and B.O. smell as Petey brought you to his room. It really shocked you how Bullworth treated the boys living conditions compared to the girls. Anyway, Petey brought you into his small room and closed the door, before turning to his wardrobe. He opened it up, showing you his costume hanging on the inside of wardrobe door. You didn’t say anything when you saw the bright pink, furry bunny suit. It even had a puffy tail and ears attached to it. 

Pete noticed your silence, frowning even more. “Now you see what the problem is. I can’t go out in that! I’ll be the laughing stock of the school and a prime target for the bullies!” he freaked out. “I don’t know what to say, Petey. Do you have another costume to go out in?” you questioned. “Nope. And I have to wear a costume tomorrow. Gary will notice and make fun of me for it.” You took a seat on Pete’s bed, the springs of the mattress squeaking as you put your weight on it. “Well, you’re definitely in a pickle.” “Hey, tell me about it.” 

Petey sat next to you, head in his hands. You lightly patted him on the back, “There there. You’ll get through this.” “If only I could switch my costume out with someone else,” Petey mumbled into his hands. A light bulb went off over you head, an idea popping your brain. “Petey, I think I might have an idea,” you excitedly told him. “Wha-, how?” “Just trust me, Petey. Give me your costume and I’ll have another one for you by tomorrow,” you explained. The young boy was hesitate for moment, but he eventually got up and grabbed the accursed bunny suit, handing it to you without a word. “Thanks, Petey, I swear, I won’t let you down!” YOu rushed out his room and towards the dorm hall’s exit, Petey wishing you a disgruntled good luck. Looks like I have a night of work to do, you thought. 

~ Time skip ~

It was officially Halloween. And everyone was celebrating like crazy. Pranks ensued as the prefects partied away and the teachers stayed in their lounge. You were walking the school grounds in the costume you spent all night sewing and hemming. A couple of guys ogled your form as you walked past, while the girls complimented you on the costume. You could only smirk as you sucked on a lolly-pop, making your way over to the front of the boy’s dorms. When you got there, you saw Gary, Jimmy, and Petey gathered on the steps to the dorms’ entrance dressed in their costumes. 

Garry was dressed up as a Nazi SS soldier, without the symbols and armband. I got to remember to scold him later, you thought, frowning at Garry’s choice of dress up. Meanwhile, Jimmy was dressed up as a skeleton, with black and white face paint, and Petey was dressed up in the Grim Reaper costume you gave him. It was actually the costume you planned on wearing and as it wasn’t gender specific, Petey could wear it without being worried about Gary making fun of him. But Gary being Gary was still pestering poor innocent Petey. 

“Come on, Femboy, where’s the bunny costume I got you? Don’t tell me you go rid of it,” Gary threatened. “No, Gary, I traded it with someone and they gave me this,” Petey protested, his voice muffled from behind his skeleton mask. “Don’t lie to me, Petey. You know I don’t like liars. No one would take that damn bunny costume,” Gary said while rolled his eyes. You decided it was time to make your presence known. 

“Hello boys,” you called out to them. All three of them turned to look at you, eyes widening at the sight of you. You stood before them in the tailored bunny suit, having cut off the legs and sleeves of the one piece. It was now a sleeveless, booty short one piece with a cinched waist and a lowered neckline. You accessorized the look with hot pink fishnet thigh high stockings and fingerless pink fishnet gloves that end below the elbows. To complete the look, you wore white combat boots and sexy bunny makeup. All three of the boys just stared at you, mouths wide open. Gary was the first to snap out of it, a wolf whistle coming out of his smirking mouth. “Look at you, (y/n). Say, are you going to be our little Playboy bunny for the night?” he teased. “Knock it off, Gary,” Jimmy snapped suddenly. Gary, for once, backed off. 

Instead his attention was focussed back onto his Big Prank, as he liked to call it. He forced all four of you to follow him to the side yard of Harrington House, where Chad and the other Preppies lived. It was only then did he explained his twisted little plan. “Ok, here’s the deal. We’re going to feed Chads dog a bunch of this rancid meat then wait for him to take a dump then -” Gary started, a sick smile on his face as he explained the prank formed in his evil little mind. “Man, what the hell. I’m out of here,” Petey cried in disgust, interrupting Gary. He ran away disgusted, Gary just shouting, “Whatever, Pete.” “This prank is nasty, even for you,” you sneered. “Let’s just do this, guys. I’ll explain everything later,” Gary huffed. 

You all turned to look around the corner of the archway leading into the side yard, where Chester, the aforementioned dog, was running around. But there was little problem in this ‘brilliant’ plan of Gary’s. Chad was in the yard, playing with the Staffordshire Bull Terrier via frisbee. “Shit, now what do we do,” Jimmy questioned. “What do you mean ‘what do we do’? We fight him, of course. Geez, Jimmy, are you really that much of a pea brain?” Gary snapped. Jimmy opened his mouth to retort back but you stopped him before he could. “Pipe it down, you two. Let me handle this,” you hissed. Without another word, you sauntered up to Chad, seductively swinging your hips. 

“Hey, Chad,” you greeted in a sing-song voice. “Oh, ah, hey there darling,” Chad replied once he saw you. You could already tell he was in the palm of your hand as he looked at you with love struck eyes. You were pretty sure it was because of your costume, for without it Chad and all the other boys never would have spared you a second glance. Using your sex-appeal to your advantage, you continued entrapping him in your web. “Oh, nothing. I’m just so bored and lonely tonight. Will a nice strong gentleman like you help me?” you drawled, trailing a gloved hand down Chad’s chest. Sweat started to accumulate around the prep’s hairline and he struggled with his next words. “I would love to, darling. What you wanna do?” “Oh I think I have an idea. You just have to follow me to somewhere a little more private,” you practically whispered into his ear. Chad tensed up and swallowed a lump in his throat, but he allowed you to take his hand and pulled him away from the side yard. 

You were just about lead into the space between the left side of the preppies’ dorms and the fence when Jimmy came up behind Chad hit him on the back of the head. The force of the blow caused Chad to fall to the pavement, knocked out cold. “Jimmy! What was that for?” you hissed. “I thought that was your plan. To lure him away and knock him out,” Jimmy said, a faint blush on his cheeks. Before you could figure out why the teen was blushing, Gary hurried past the both of you to Chester. “Who cares what the chick was going to do? We got what we needed,” he voiced over his shoulder as he kneeled down to the dog. “Here you go boy. Have a little trick for a treat. Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum,” he said to Chester as the staffy ate the meat. Immediately after finishing, Chester started whining as he squatted over the grass. “That’s gross!” Jimmy exclaimed as he crossed his arms in disgust. “Poor little guy,” you worried, holding your nose as the barely digested meat exited the poor pooches rear end. As soon as Chester finished with his business, Gary gathered the fecal matter into a brown paper back. 

“Score! Alright let’s go to the teacher’s lounge,” Gary ordered. The three of you ran towards the main school building, entering by one its back exits onto the main floor. Jimmy placed the bag of doggy doo in front of the door of the teacher’s lounge. As soon as he set it down, Gary lit a match and brought it close to the paper back. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Gary?” you distressed. All you could think of was possible setting the building on fire. “Don’t worry. It will be funny,” Gary threw off your worries. “Just pulled the fire alarm, Jimmy, and watch fun begin.” Jimmy did as Gary said, striding up to the nearby fire alarm on the opposite wall. He looked around before grabbed the handle and pulling it down. 

The air filled the sounds of alarms as Gary, Jimmy, and you hid around the corner. “What the hell is going on?” you heard one of the teachers shout from within the teacher’s lounge. The door opened to reveal Mr. Burton, who once he saw the paper back on fire, tried to put it out by stomping on it. He successfully put out the small fire but now the bottom of shoes where covered in disgusting, half-digested, port-a-potty smelling dog shit. Mr. Burton screamed and gagged as he tried to get the animal turds off his sneakers. You all couldn’t help but laugh as you all ran away and out the side exit, rushing away from the scene of the crime. Next thing you knew, you all were by the front of the academy’s gates, near the dorms. 

All of you struggled to breath, hands on your knees as you hunched over from both laughter and the sprinting. “That ... was the most brilliant ... and hilarious ... prank I’ve ever seen!” you complimented Gary. “Even I have to admit, that was a great prank, Gary,” Jimmy confirmed.  Gary got a wicked smile on his face, immensely enjoying being complimented on his ‘superior’ brain. “Thank you, thank you, hold your applause, please. I know you all love me,” he boasted, mock bowing to you guys. “Ok, don’t get so full of yourself,” Jimmy sassed. “Whatever, man. You two have fun jacking each other off. I’m going to steal some candy from the nerds,” Gary answered back. He ran off before you and Jimmy could yell at him. 

“Well, tonight was surprisingly fun,” you turned to Jimmy. “Looks like my first Halloween in Bullsworth is a success. It's a bummer that its ending already,” Jimmy replied. A light bulb went off over the top of your head, an idea forming in your mind. “Who said it was over? Follow me,” you announced. You sprinted towards the girl’s dorms, motioning Jimmy to follow you. You heard the sound of Jimmy’s footsteps following you as ran to the right side of the building. Quickly and efficiently, you climbed up the lattice bolted to the brick wall and up to the open window on the third floor. Once you stepped foot in the large attic space, you helped Jimmy climb in behind you. 

“Whew, you are surprisingly fast,” Jimmy huffed out, struggling to catch his breath after the sprinting and high climb. “Thanks, Jim. Come have a seat,” you acknowledged his compliment. You led Jimmy over to a small area of the attic where you had a pile of comfy pillows and blankets, a tiny tv with a built in VCR situated next to the wall. Fairy lights were struck through the rafters above it, barely lighting up the windowless area. You sat on the pile of pillows and turned on a battery operated camping lantern, finally allowing the both of you to see clearly what you were doing. As Jimmy took a seat next to you, you pulled out a bowl filled with candy. “Want some?” you offered the teen. “Where did you get these?” he questioned, grabbing a handful of assorted candy. “My parents sent me a care package of sorts. They know how much I love Halloween,” you explained, picking out a single piece of (favorite candy). “Wish my mom did something like that. She’s too busy hanging out with her 5th husband on their honeymoon to even think about me,” Jimmy complained. You could see thinking of his absent mother really upset hi, their relationship not on the best of terms. You nudged Jimmy on his costumed shoulder, trying to get him out of this little funk. “Come on, let’s pick out a movie to watch. I have a couple to choose from,” you said. Jimmy gave you a warm smile as you pulled a small pile of VCRs. 

The night continued with you and Jimmy stuffing your faces on candy and popcorn as you watched movies from within your secret chilling out spot. You were in the middle of the first movie, a classic slasher film, when Jimmy said something. “Hey, (y/n), back when you were distracting Chad, were you really going to ...” he trailed off. You pulled your eyes away from the TV screen, studying Jimmy. He was sitting on a couple of different colored pillows, leaning back on one of his outstretched arms and feet kicked out in front of him. He was refusing to look you in the eye, signaling that something was up. “What? Oh, that!” you realized what he was talking about. “No! Absolutely not! I was just trying to lead Chad away so we could get what we needed for the prank.” 

Jimmy looked relieved, the tension in his shoulders releasing as he let out a sigh. “Ok. Good. I just thought maybe you had a thing for him or something,” he explained. “Jimmy, do think I really would let anyone get with me like that?” you sassed. “Pff, well you are dress up as a more modest Playboy bunny. Any boy would fall for you dressed like that?” he replied, rolling his eyes. It seemed he was trying to change the subject. “Oh, so does that mean you like my costume, Jimmy? Has this little bunny gotten to ya?” you teased. Jimmy’s cheeks got red, as he no longer had his skull face makeup on. He started to stutter out half formed words, his tongue all twisted. You liked seeing so flustered like this. Seeing how you made him this way was kind of cute. 

Since meeting Jimmy that faithful school day you started to grow some feelings for the short stocky teen. Seeing how he stood up to bullies, student and faculty alike, and how determined he was to rise to the top in order to survive the hellhole that is Bullsworth was most likely the cause. As well as the way he was so kind to you despite not really fitting in with the cliques of the student body. Heck, you weren’t even that close to Petey and Gary before Jimmy came along. Jimmy brought out the best in you and you loyally followed him on his chaotic adventures, even if they weren’t something you could see yourself doing. 

So, your heart fluttered in your chest as you watched Jimmy struggle to find words to talk to you. “I - I actually do like your costume,” he finally admitted. Your heart soared and you tried to hide the impact his compliments had on you. “Really? What do you like about it? It’s nothing specially,” you bashfully replied. “Well, first it brings out your figure without revealing too much. It’s eye catching,” he revealed sheepishly. You could feel yourself blushing under your halloween makeup, it badly hiding your pink cheeks. “Thank you ...that means a lot coming from you,” you replied, flushed. 

A stiff awkward silence followed, both of you trying to focus on the slasher film on the tiny TV. You reached over to grab a handful of popcorn without looking, but instead of grabbing the buttery treat, you ended up grabbing Jim’s hand as he also reached for the popcorn without looking. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his warm rough hand in yours, secretly reveling in the sensation. Your eyes trailed down to your conjoined hands, up his arm, and to his face. You were meet with dazzling brown eyes staring into your own. The world seemed to stop as you gazed at Jimmy’s freckled filled face, traces of his face paint still lingering on his skin from where he failed to wipe it off. You noticed the distance between you two was slowly disappearing as subconsciously leaned into each other. “Aw, fuck it,” you heard Jimmy mumble before closing the little distance between you two. 

Jimmy’s lips met yours roughly, a little ‘Mmm!’ escaping from you. You couldn’t help but grab onto his stocky shoulders and melt into the kiss, quietly sighing as you did so. You could feel Jimmy’s hands move to grip your waist, everything feeling hot as stereotypical kissing noises filled the attic as you two moved your lips against each other. He taste like candy, you thought to yourself as a hand threaded through his short orange hair. 

You could have gone on forever connected this way, but you were both human beings who need air to survive. So you unhappily had to separate from each other, gasping for air as you did so. You trailed a hand gently down Jimmy’s freckled cheek as he looked at you with hooded eyes. You could see the longing within them, one of his hands slowly moving off of your hip, it leaving a lingering touch. “J-Jimmy ...” you stuttered out, not knowing what to say. “That was great. God, how could I not have done that sooner?” Jimmy wondered out loud. “Done it sooner?” you pondered, brain all fuzzy from the kiss. “(Y/n), I like you, a lot. And after seeing Chad’s hands all over you ... I couldn’t handle it,” Jimmy confessed. You thought you died and went straight to heaven. No way your crush was confessing to you. “So, I what I’m basically trying to say is ... will be my girlfriend?” Jimmy finally asked. 

You couldn’t stop yourself, planting a kiss right on Jimmy’s reddened lips. You felt Jimmy freeze up from the unexpected action, pulling away from the stiff boy to give him your answer. “Of course, Jimmy. I would be stupid not to,” you said, smiling from ear to ear. A similar smile broke out on Jimmy’s face, reaching out to you to pull you into another kiss. You happily let him, the smile still on your lips as were locked in a passionate embrace. Jimmy pulled you closer as you practically sat on his lap, his hands firmly holding you in his arms. “Best Halloween treat ever,” he chuckled, before proceeding to a makeout session. Best Halloween treat, indeed. 

[valkyrieofsmut]

Ho hi, hope your doing ok? Had a frisky question question. So weather it be a dirty picture or text message from s/o how would the fellows react?

Ok, so, I’m really slow at these... I’ve been super tired again... I was going to put this out yesterday, but I actually got a call from grave staff about a leak- turns out the water main for the whole apartment building is in that apartment, and it sprung a leak... it flooded everywhere... and it took them until this afternoon to fix it... It's been a long two days... I still have a bunch of these, but I haven’t been able to focus on much to answer them... Anyway!

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Classic-   heh. look at that... That's a pic that he's never going to let go of. And now that he's looking at it, he's getting ideas... nnngh... heh heh heh. His S/o is getting it when he gets home...

Creampuff-  UM, GREAT PROGRESS ON OUR WORKOUT ROUTINE, (Y/N)...! *awkward Papyrus face* ...NYEH...

Red-  oh, fuck, sweetheart... now y're in fer it. look what ya did. -very hard, very red, dick pic- ya better take responsibility fer this. imma teach that ass some manners when i get home. ya ain't goin' ta be able ta stand up, sit down, or speak fer a week! I'm just going to stop there... it goes on all day, with him sending text and voice messages and pics, all the way up until he's home and there to make good on his threats. They're both riled up, though, due to his teasing... and his S/o probably teased back.

Edge- Looks like he's got some manners to teach when he gets home... it sits on read most of the day with no answer, making his S/o sweat, until about an hour before he's due to get off shift. YOU'D BETTER BE READY FOR YOUR PUNISHMENT. Well, they certainly are now...

Blue- OH, (Y/N)... HOW NAUGHTY... He'll have to think of a way to punish his lovely S/o... it'll almost definitely have something to do with wearing a costume for him... and most likely being tied up... with that gorgeous thing that they sent to taunt him on display... especially when it's covered in his cum... EVIL DOERS MUST PAY THE PRICE FOR THEIR ACTIONS! 

Stretch- nyeh heh heh... He suddenly appears at home, finding his S/o and grabbing them, shortcutting to the bed with them and cuddling close, murmuring in their ear, “feel what ya did to me? ya gonna fix it?” Oh, his S/o feels it- how could they not with him grinding against them like that?  

Black- Magic surges in his bones. He quickly hides his phone and tries to be normal as his imagination runs wild. He gets home and takes his S/o to the bedroom, ordering them to strip. “OH, BUT YOU WERE FINE WITH IT EARLIER?” He taunts if they play the brat. Their clothes are gone, hands tied and attached to the bed, they’re kneeling with hind end presented. “YES, YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SO HUMORUS EARLIER... BUT NOT NOW? WHAT IF I HAD BEEN IN A CROWDED PLACE? WERE YOU HOPING THAT OTHERS WOULD BE THERE TO SEE YOU? WERE YOU TRYING TO LET THEM SEE WHAT IS MINE?” His hand is coming down on their ass with each question. “YOU ARE MINE! AND YOU’D BEST REMEMBER THAT FOR NEXT TIME, LITTLE TOY!” He’s... pretty damn worked up... and now that he’s teased his S/o until they’re dripping... he’s going to fill them up.

Mutt- He licks his teeth. nyeh heh... oh really, now... Before they even know what’s happening, his S/o is nude, tied to the bed, and has a vibrator strategically placed, along with another set just so to tease them. Mutt, meanwhile, is at the foot of the bed, with the control in his hand. They’re going to learn a lesson, what that lesson is is a mystery so far, but it will be a lesson! And who knows where the day and night will take them in order for them to learn that lesson...

Axe- He blinks. is that... what he thinks it is? it looks all hot and ready for him... He starts heating up, leaving whatever he has going if it’s not important and starts to where his S/o is. They obviously spent time preparing something lovely for him, he’d be a bad datemate if he didn’t go partake...  

Crooks/Bun- Oh... Oh! That’s! Um... Very Pretty, (Y/n)! *Awkward skeleton behavior...*

Dusty- He’s confused, and it takes some discussion with his brother before he decides that the best course of action is to go to his S/o and ask what the hell they meant by that. When he gets there, he’ll surprise them- and then he’ll give them something to scream about... heh heh heh... 

Ask Masterlist?

[cherrywoes]

001 (Mature) (P1)

Contains mature themes. Read with caution. Subtle thigh riding, nothing blatantly sexual.

YOU MET USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI on a cold, bitter day in the middle of winter at a beach that was deserted besides the small skeleton crew. They had brought their cameras and plastic tarps to keep you from getting sand all over their sample fashion pieces and were excitedly chattering over warm coffee that you couldn't have.

Modeling wasn't the job you had in mind when you had accepted the personal request from your best friend, Akaashi Keiji—the man who had skyrocketed to fame with his effortless clothing designs and pretty face—over two years ago. Yet here you were, freezing, nearly naked in the middle of winter with snow threatening to fall down from the heavens and decorate you with delicate flakes of precious ice. Akaashi paid you very well for going through with his sometimes insane concept ideas, but you couldn't help but curse him in your mind as you covered your breasts to retain some semblance of warmth, as well as any modesty you had left to keep from the photographers.

"[Name], how are we doing?" Your manager, Ayano, sidled up to you with a warm mug in her hands and looking amazingly warm and cozy, a direct contrast to your shivering form. "It won't be much longer, we're just waiting on the male model Akaashi hired. The other one flaked last minute for a trip to Argentina. Can you believe that?"

"Are you serious?" You chattered incredulously, teeth clacking together uncomfortably. Ayano had the shame to pity you. "Oikawa went to Argentina?"

You had been banking on the man to be your partner for the shoot. He was the only one you felt comfortable with half nude as you were, since you both did these spreads with each other often and enough that it wasn't strange for you to change in the same dressing room. He was amazing at lightening the atmosphere so you were comfortable with him, even if his manager got angry with him whenever he flirted with you on what he thought was the sly. Dancing his fingers over your bare shoulders was not sly, you'd laughed at him when he pouted at the hair and makeup station.

But he was in Argentina? For what? You had half a mind to text him an infuriatingly long text, and reached for your phone in Ayano's pocket, but found yourself exposed to the cold and even chillier than before. With a sigh, you pulled your arms close to your chest again, peering down to make sure you didn't have a nip slip in the process. The crazed press hiding in the sand dunes would have a field day with that.

"He never said why," Ayano answered, taking a sip of her coffee and ignoring your glare of envy. "It'll be okay though, Ushijima's a nice man and he won't try anything. Akaashi knows him pretty well, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to him last minute."

You snorted, imagining Oikawa boarding a plane hurriedly. "How last minute are we talking?"

"Around an hour or so before we got here." Ayano nodded her head sagely when you turned to look at her with more disbelief than you had at the reveal that Oikawa had dipped and flew out to another country. "Mhm. He's very reliable, according to Akaashi."

"Who has free time like that?" You laughed. "Nevermind, don't answer that. Can I get a jacket or something? I'm freezing here. We haven't even shot any singles yet."

Ayano winced in sympathy and patted your shoulder. Her fingers were so warm that you lamented the loss immediately, shuffling closer to huddle into her scratchy linen jacket. She snickered and let you stay close, almost burying yourself into her side, and too soon, you heard a car door slam near the parking lot over the quiet sea.

Your eyes darted to the top of the dunes where you spotted a tall, muscular figure cresting the half buried staircase and heading down to your entourage of photographers and stylists. At his side, two dogs loped in similar fashion, each held on leather leashes and clipped to what looked like diamond encrusted chain collars. Dobermans, you realized, from the cropped ears and docked tails when they drew closer, lithe frames stark against the pale sand. One was black and tan, slightly larger than the other one, which was Isabella and tan, with a more svelte figure and kept more closely to its owner, who was far more impressive the closer he got.

You couldn't help but poke your head over Ayano's shoulder and gawk at the male specimen before you. He was all toned muscle, from his neck down to his feet, and you could see carefully sculpted abdominal muscles through his shirt, which clung to him like a second skin in some silky nylon fabric that had some expensive name over his left pectoral. He wore sweatpants that were torn at the knees into shorts, and you raised your eyebrows at the way his calf muscles flexed when he shifted his weight to his left leg. You only saw that kind of dedication on bodybuilders and showmen, not models; they all seemed to prefer skinny muscle to actual muscle.

He had that austere cast to his features and aura, you could tell, when he turned his head just enough to reveal his eyes, brilliant chips of green and brown framed by severe eyebrows that complimented the bones of his face and the angle of his jaw. Even his hair was complimentary, a close undercut with long strands on top that looked to have been combed through with fingers and half heartedly with a comb.

"Damn." Ayano whispered your thoughts and pulled away from you, leaving you cold and shivering once more. Like a shot, she was off to speak to his manager, who was a lanky man with a startling shock of red hair that had you staring for a moment.

You almost screeched when a cold nose touched your cold knee. Somewhere between Ayano leaving and you shifting your hands under your armpits, the man had unhooked his dogs from their leashes and allowed them to wander up to you without a care in the world, because he was still listening to something the lead director was telling him.

The one nudging at your knee was the Isabella and tan one, her ears up and pointed towards you. Her stub of a tail wagged excitedly and you hesitated to pet her, eyeing the black and tan one that had settled into a sitting position beside your feet and out of the harsh gusts of wind that rose every so often.

Moving to cover your breasts with one arm, you held out your hand for her to sniff, cringing when she leaned forward and huffed over your fingers. Then, tentatively, she gave a few licks to your knuckles and bounded off towards her owner. The black one, male by the looks of it, stayed beside you, stalwart and unwilling to go back out into the cold wind.

"Nox." Their owner's voice was so deep that you were startled by the thrum that had begun in your belly. You looked over and saw the man was staring at the dog behind you, waiting for him to obey his call. "Come."

The dog, Nox, huffed and hid his head behind your leg, ignoring him. You had to stifle a snicker. The man looked at you, then, and you noticed that he kept his eyes trained on your face, analyzing your features with a slight furrow to his brows. Then he looked away, back towards the director who was pointing to you and explaining something with wide gestures. You almost felt offended at his easy dismissal.

"[Name]!" The director waved you over and you scowled, wrapping your other arm over your chest again and walking over to where he stood with the mystery man. His dog, Nox, trailed behind you, keen on avoiding both his owner and the wind. When you stood beside the director, surprised at how tall the man was and how your neck started to hurt looking up at him, he gestured to the man. "This is Ushijima Wakatoshi, Akaashi's friend. He'll be modeling with you today. Ushijima, this is [Name], the face of the brand."

Your face flushed red and crept down your neck when he looked at you again, this time an intense look of concentration on his face. Even his eyes were intense, sharp and narrowed and soul searching. You hoped he blamed the blush on the cold.

"Nice to meet you," you said, embarrassed at how your teeth cracked together, and held out a shaking hand for him to shake. "I'm [Name] [Surname]."

Ushijima stared at your hand like it was a particularly offensive bug. Your smile turned brittle and before you could pull your hand back and tuck it under your armpit, he enveloped your tiny hand in his—tiny compared to his giant ones, anyway—and shook it slowly, almost like he was pained to shake it in the first place.

"Ushijima," he said and that was all he offered. He released your hand and looked to the director again, waiting for a further explanation, and you clenched your jaw in irritation. Even if he was pretty, you didn't like being dismissed like you were nothing.

This time, the red flush creeping up your neck had nothing to do with embarrassment.

His manager seemed to notice your growing anger and slapped Ushijima on the back. Hard. You had to swallow nervously when Ushijima's eyes went cold and turned to his manager, shoulders stiffening and bunching underneath the sting of the slap.

"Wakatoshi, you can't just do that," the redheaded male admonished, pointing to you. "Be nice. Remember our lessons?"

You raised an eyebrow. Lessons? To be nice? You appraised the man in a new light; he was stiff, too tense, and seemed high strung like a live wire, like he was waiting for a bomb to go off. You wondered if he had an issue or something with any emotion other than coldness.

Ushijima stared at his manager with narrowed eyes, then looked back over to you. They softened slightly, scanning over your face—your anger ebbing away into confusion—and he dipped his head slightly in a small bow. "Sorry."

"It's fine," you whispered in reply, your confusion overriding your anger and the warmth it had brought you. You watched his eyebrows drop and then go back to neutral, as if he was thinking, and the director cleared his throat to draw both of your attention back to him.

"As I was saying—Ushijima, the poses are fairly simple. Because [Name] isn't tall enough to reach your shoulders, she'll be standing on a stool. It'll be your job to keep her steady. How uncomfortable are you with intimate skin contact?"

"It doesn't bother me," Ushijima answered in a clipped tone. You squirmed uncomfortably, cold once more, and felt Nox brush against your legs. "Is there anything else?"

"No, anything else is covered in your contract. Just put on the clothes they give you and we'll start in five."

You made your way back to the tarp, spotting the stool in question, and turned around, mouth open to ask if you should move it to the middle, and abruptly closed it with an audible snap.

There, behind a tiny rack of  clothes facing the ocean, Ushijima was pulling his shirt over his head, the muscles in his back flexing fantastically with the smooth movement. A few moments later he stepped out from behind the rack, dressed in sleek and slim khaki pants that hugged at his legs a little too snuggly. The stylist rolled the hems up above his ankles and handed him a pair of loafers, which he put on once he reached the tarp and wiped his feet clean of sand.

Your mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert. His personality might be lacking, but he was gorgeous, you had to give him that. Oikawa was pretty in a different way, but he'd never appealed to you in the way this man, Ushijima, was. Even if it was solely physical appeal, you couldn't help but wonder if he had deeper issues than just being nice; he didn't seem rude, just blunt, the more you thought about it, one of those silent types that your mother adored.

You didn't like that your tastes skewed close to hers.

"[Name], up on the stool," the director yelled over rising winds. Your hair whipped into your face. "Ushijima, stand in front of her. Yes, just like that, now move a little to the left—right there. Now [Name], wrap one arm around his neck and the other under his arm and over his back."

You looked Ushijima in the eye from your slightly elevated height. He was eye level with you now and raised his eyebrows.

"Are you okay with me…?" You motioned to your breasts and then mimed wrapping your free arm around his neck.

"Oh. Yeah." He shuffled closer and when the stool trembled under shifting sand, his hands shot up to steady you at the waist, just under the ribs. His thumbs almost touched, his hands were so large. "Are you okay?"

At least he was trying to be considerate. You removed your other arm and steadied yourself on his shoulders, faintly hearing the click of cameras already going. "There, I should be okay now. You can let go if you want."

You heard his frown, more than saw it, as you hooked your right arm around his neck and the other under his bicep, draping your hand loosely over his left shoulder blade. His hand came up to your back to hold you steady, pressing between your shoulders and unintentionally pushing your breasts and upper body into his chest. "I don't want you to fall."

Ushijima was pleasantly warm, you noted, and shifted slightly so the director could get your face better. When your nipples, hard from the cold, dragged against his chest, you could have sworn you heard him take a deep inhale and exhale sharply, but over the wind it was hard to tell.

"Thanks," you said, as normally as you could make it. It was a whisper and almost directly in his ear. His hand tightened subtly against the skin of your side.

A few clicks of a shutter later and the director wasn't satisfied. "[Name], wrap both arms under his and rest your chin on his shoulder."

You did as commanded, even if your body was screaming at the pose you were in and your mind damning Oikawa to hell at the same time. You rested your hands on his shoulder blades, this time your chest and shoulders and torso flush with his. You passed off the goosebumps rising on his skin from the cold, and gave a sultry look to the camera.

"Gorgeous," the director clapped.

They took a few more photos, most of them with you or Ushijima turning your heads to look at the ocean or each other. Every time your gazes met, it was like someone had dropped a nest of bees in your stomach and set them off, and his eyes were dark and intense enough to make shivers go down your spine.

"I'm loving this tension," the director remarked to Ayano and Ushijima's manager. "This is better than anything Oikawa could have produced, I think."

Ayano snorted out a laugh. "Don't let him hear you say that. He'll be offended."

The director chuckled. "Alright, [Name], Ushijima! Ushijima, stand behind [Name] this time and [Name], face him please."

You pirouetted on the stool, Ushijima steadying you by your hips, and shifted behind you, allowing you to grip onto his shoulders and steady yourself when more sand sunk into his footprints.

"Alright, same pose as before except Ushijima, I want you to put your fist in her hair and look at the camera."

It was your turn to get goosebumps when his hand slid up the back of your neck to cradle the back of your scalp, and then close his fist into the hair at the nape of your neck. The steady pressure combined with the sound of his breathing in your ear had you mentally running laps, and in the back of your head, you wondered if he'd had experience in pulling hair—then you flushed when you realized exactly where your thoughts were going.

God, Oikawa was never going to forgive you.

Ayano whistled lowly at the display screen as the camera shutters went off. Ushijima's stare was deadly and the way his fingers were tight in your [color] hair added a flair that made her feel like she was looking in on an intimate moment.

"He's good," she complimented towards Tendou.

"Eh?" The redhead scratched his nose. It was numb from the cold. "His face always looks like that. It's terrifying."

When you and Ushijima parted for a break while the director examined the photos more closely, Ayano watched as Ushijima's fingers lingered on your spine for a moment longer than necessary. Then you locked eyes for a brief moment, caught in your own world, and then you stepped away, hurrying into the jacket that Ayano held out for you.

"What was that?" Ayano asked curiously, watching Ushijima tug on a jacket with his name embroidered on the breast pocket. "That tension was no joke."

"He's dangerous," You  said breathlessly, holding a hand over yout rapidly beating heart. "Jesus, what did his parents feed him? I might faint, Ayano."

"The souls of his enemies?" She joked, and you jabbed her in the ribs. "Seriously though, maybe you should explore that sometime. I haven't seen you like that since Kuroo."

You wrinkled your nose. "He'd be happy to hear you say that. I still need to call him and see how Kenma's doing."

Ever since your ex-boyfriend had come out as bisexual to you a few months ago, two years after you'd broke things off cleanly, you'd been his staunch supporter when his parents had shunned him and Kenma. While your relationship might not have been what you both wanted, you were still good friends, and had been there for each other through thick and thin. So when Kuroo introduced Kenma, a rising video game streamer, as his boyfriend, you'd cried alligator tears of joy and hugged the life out of him.

You and Kenma got along like a house on fire, to Kuroo's relief and slight worry. You made more than one guest appearance on his streams, and being a famous face, people started shipping you in a poly relationship with the both of them. Even though it was a joke, you'd caught Kenma and Kuroo eyeing you thoughtfully more than once and you were adamant that a poly relationship wasn't what you wanted or needed, even though you loved them both.

Kenma had shrugged dismissively and said,"We might convince you one day."

Coming from him, it was a vow and not a promise. You'd laughed it off and Ayano saved the day with a phone call, but you knew he was dead serious about it. Even Kuroo had been interested in the idea, saying he wouldn't mind it at all.

You weren't sure how you felt about that.

"What's wrong with Kenma?" Ayano inquired.

"He's caught some parasite from a bad batch of sushi. He's been in and out of the hospital for a while since he can't fully get rid of them, so I like to check in and see if they need anything." You shrugged. While Kenma made good income streaming, he couldn't do it while he was ill, so you had been subtly paying their bills. Kuroo's chemistry teaching job didn't pay as well as you'd like either. You'd thought about lending your Tokyo penthouse to them since you never used it, but Kuroo would be hesitant to accept the offer. "Last I heard he was able to keep fluids down and was working on soup."

"Hm. I hope he's okay," Ayano hummed. "I know Kuroo's been struggling lately."

You nodded sadly in agreement. Kuroo never ceased to amaze you with how thoughtful and unselfish he was; he'd drop anything for Kenma in a heartbeat, or you if it came to it, and you almost pitied him because all he had was Kenma and you.

Before you could say more, the director called for you and you shed your jacket morosely. Ushijima stood with his dogs and you stepped hesitantly beside him, looking to the director for directions.

"We're going to take one last shoot and then we'll be packing up for the day," he announced and you sighed in relief. You'd finally be out of the cold. "Ushijima, you'll be sitting on the stool this time. [Name], you'll be sitting in his lap and facing the camera. I'll direct you after that."

You avoided Ushijima's gaze as best you could as you both made your way to the tarp. The edges fluttered as the wind pushed it up, but you toed them down and waited for Ushijima to get comfortable on the stool. It was a bit small for him so he had to spread his legs wider than his pants would allow, planting his feet in the sand so he wouldn't fall off. It was almost hilarious.

"Nevermind! [Name], you'll have to straddle his left thigh. Ushijima, once she's settled, I want you to wrap an arm around her breasts and the other around the waist of her shorts. [Name], I want you to reach back and wrap an arm around his neck and use the other to hold on to the arm around your waist."

This just couldn't get any worse, could it? You pleaded to the gods that he wouldn't be able to read you like an open book and carefully lifted your leg over his thigh, using all of your weight to keep yourself steady. You couldn't avoid pressing the crotch of your shorts to his thigh, his leg was too long and your feet barely touched the ground. His thigh flexed between your legs and you had to swallow a tiny gasp that threatened to break free. You had to reassure yourself that he was probably as uncomfortable as you were. That was all that would get you through this.

He made sure not to let you have an accident in front of the cameras, shielding your breasts from view with his arm while you wrapped an arm around his neck and rested your fingers on the soft stubble at the nape.

When you were in position and had your best model face on, the director adjusted the camera lens to focus more on the way Ushijima was a hair's breadth away from touching his nose to the pulse in your throat and his lips to your shoulder. Then, he zoomed out and focused more on the image as a whole, chattering to the editor about how the red of the cold could be edited out.

You couldn't help but relax into Ushijima's warmth the more the cold got to you. He didn't seem to mind; if anything, his grip tightened, and you heard him sigh into your ear. The only thing driving you insane was the way he kept flexing his thigh between your legs; he kept stiffening up and forcing himself to relax, and you had to fight off the arousal that kept building within you every time you remembered that he was touching you as intimately as a man could.

While the director pointed at something you couldn't see on screen, Ushijima stiffened up again and shifted his weight just a little, but it was enough to drag the harsh seam of the shorts against your pulsing clit. You couldn't stop the shaky, small gasp that escaped you, so quiet it was drowned out by the ocean. Except Ushijima—he heard you. You could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face and a blush crept up your cheeks. He couldn't have known—

PART TWO.

MASTERLIST.

[tossawary]

Chapter 25: “Home Sweet Home” of “pride is not the word I’m looking for” quotes and commentary. Not a full list of favorite quotes or full commentary. 

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 Anyway, Shang Qinghua makes himself  so fucking sincerely annoying that the Huan Hua Palace Sect cultivators can’t figure out how to politely tell him to fuck off fast enough. Shang Qinghua makes outlandish assumptions about how many thieves there are (at least a dozen, he’s sure, probably twice that) and what methods they might be using (special invisibility talismans, he suspects); Shang Qinghua repeatedly apologizes for being too busy with important things for Cultivator O.B.B. at the last Immortal Alliance Conference, then tries to commiserate with the man about having to get important things done without getting any respect for it; Shang Qinghua also anxiously wonders if they should all go to Zhao Hua Temple Sect to report what happened here, since there’s a troublesome demon and also some sneaky rogue cultivator thieves on the loose out here! He gets turned down immediately, but assures everyone that he’ll at least let Yue Qingyuan know everything that happened here right away! 

 Liu Qingge pretty much just stands there scowling silently the entire time - he’s no Shen Qingqiu for sheer menacing  "I can and I will ruin your entire life"  glares, but he’s still pretty intimidating. He does a great job! No notes! 

 Shang Qinghua nearly pats himself on the back as he and Liu Qingge leave less than an hour after he arrives.  “Holy shit, I’m good,”  he thinks, a little giddy with the successful extraction.  “That’s a skill that good ol’ Liu-Shidi will never have!” 

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AN: Of course this has a high chance of backfiring. Is Shang Qinghua going to weave webs of lies anyway? Of course. 

Love the fact that Shang Qinghua can shamelessly act like a total pushover, while actually manipulating someone so that he gets the results he wanted. Some snobby sect leader walks into a negotiation room, prepared to use SQH as a doormat, and Shang Qinghua is probably internally like, “Bro, me and my jelly spine welcome you to hell.” 

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 He gives them the rundown on what happened, but, to his complete lack of surprise, that doesn’t seem to satisfy interrogators like his little sister-in-law and his fellow transmigrator. They have so many questions! And Shang Qinghua doesn’t have enough answers for them! 

 No, he doesn’t know what Huan Hua Palace Sect knows or thinks they know. No, he doesn’t know how they knew about that place. No, he doesn’t know whether the monster was just a local opportunist preying on distracted cultivators or something more sinister. No, he’s not experimenting with the creepy special item or discussing it at length here. No, Luo Fanli and Peerless Cucumber are not allowed to poke at the creepy special item! 

 Why the fuck would he ever let them do that?! 

 All Shang Qinghua knows is that Luo Fanli and Peerless Cucumber should eat their vegetables and then go to bed! Because they all have a long journey back to the sect in the morning! And also that words cannot describe how painfully old he feels as soon as he says this. 

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AN: I’ve been thinking about a Demon Trio fanfic in which Mobei-Jun finds himself in a similar position with Luo Binghe and Sha Hualing. 

Mobei-Jun and Shang Qinghua are, like, bare minimum twice the age of Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan. Like, yes, neither Mobei-Jun nor Shang Qinghua are old old by the standard of the PIDW world. Yes, MBJ and SQH are stunted as all get out. But the fact that they have bare minimum 2x the life experience as Bingqiu is, in my opinion, funny as hell and severely underused in fanfiction. 

Like, imagine Mobei-Jun unintentionally dadding new demon LBH in SVSSS. Mobei-Jun being like, “Don’t eat the meat from this monster. It makes you hallucinate.” Or being like, “These people aren’t politically important enough to be shown this kind of respect. Look down on them properly and go sleep, or no one will ever respect you again in demon politics.” 

MBJ looking at SVSSS LBH and SHL like, “Damn, who raised you?” 

Because, like, I love to joke about Mobei-Jun being an oblivious fool, but that’s in regards to human culture. Mobei-Jun operating on demonic culture + his level of arrogance in regards to how he’s handling SQH suggests that MBJ can be politically savvy among demons when he wants to be. Also, the mental picture of MBJ being like, “Eat your weird demon vegetables, there’s nothing wrong with them, you picky half-breed brat,” is extremely funny. 

I’ll probably turn this into a separate post. 

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Shang Qinghua does  not  miss the man’s unconcealed  “oh, great, some of my favorite problem people are back, probably with bad news”  expression when they arrive. The man is not at all impressed to hear about the drugged-up Shadow Cave Wolf Spiders or the evil, murderous, madness-inducing plant they fought on their mission, but the Qian Cao Peak Lord is reluctantly, partially placated by the jar of three-eyed skeleton tears Shang Qinghua super thoughtfully brought back for his inspection. Mu Qingfang really likes his research projects! 

 Shang Qinghua lets himself feel kind of good about this gift - he’s the man who gets things and gets things done - and ignores the Weeper’s Eye whispering in his head,  “He has resigned himself to the untimely deaths of everyone he knows.” 

 (Wow. Oh, Shang Qinghua knows that feeling!) 

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AN: Mu Qingfang doesn’t think that everyone around him is inevitably going to die, he’s just extremely aware of how dangerous the world is and how reckless cultivators can be. Also, for many years, he was fairly certain that Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu were headed for bad ends. 

This felt like a good place to insert some optimism back into the sect in general. Luo Fanli has been cured and is willingly going to visit her sister, Liu Qingge has got a hold on his self-destructive tendencies, Mu Qingfang thinks things are getting better, Shen Qingqiu’s health problems have been essentially fixed, Qijiu might actually work their shit out, Shen Yuan shares his real name with Shang Qinghua, and so on and so forth. 

It felt like a good contrast with and buildup towards Luo Binghe’s Skinner mistake (not everything is rosy yet, there are still growing problems), the secret basement, and the encounter with Bing-Ge. 

Only to flip that around and then bring some surprise Moshang into things! 

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“I have now been informed that, after learning that you had returned and, at the very least, completing the duties that were intended to have him reflect on his actions, he has disappeared yet again,” Shen Qingqiu continues. “This second disappearance has set some of the other junior disciples into a renewed panic, which has concerned some of the senior disciples, which was, apparently, cause to alert me.”   

 “Ah,” Shang Qinghua says. 

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AN: Shen Jiu should not be in charge of a bunch of children, but it is funny to imagine him going through the same “be a less shit person” adoption process as Shang Qinghua. Like, oh, it would be so easy for him to be cruel about this situation, but fuck you if he’s going to be outdone in the recovery and redemption process by Shang Qinghua of all people. 

Shang Qinghua: *grows into a kind of decent person* 

Shen Jiu: “Fuck you. That’s not allowed.” 

Shen Jiu: “...” 

Shen Jiu: “Well, if THAT FUCKER of all people can do it...” 

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 Shang Qinghua doesn’t have to look long or far to find his nephew. He finds the young protagonist sitting despondently on the doorstep of his own Leisure House, sniffling into his sleeve. Peerless Cucumber of all people is sitting beside him and keeping him company. 

  “Focusing on other people’s lives is easier than looking at his own.” 

 “-think a drowning man first has to save himself… or else he’s only going to bring down the people he’s trying to save,” Peerless Cucumber is saying. 

 Binghe nods. 

- 

AN: Going by, like, the everything of SVSSS, Shen Yuan really is the asshole going, “I’ll die before I look inwards to recognize and deal with my own emotions.” Also, going, “Yes, I’m a hypocrite who won’t take my own advice. And what about it?” What a repressed nerd. 

- 

 Shang Qinghua clears his throat to get their attention. Both kids (well, teenager and young adult, but still...  kids)  look up and then stand up quickly. Luo Binghe takes a forgetful step forward, before he wobbles into an appropriate respectful bow instead. 

 “Shang-Shishu!” 

  “How dearly this boy is loved!”  the Weeper’s Eye declares, in its soft way inside Shang Qinghua’s head.  “More than life itself! More than death itself!” 

 “Ah, never mind all that,” Shang Qinghua says, and steps forward to wrap his nephew in a quick hug instead, keeping the creepy talking eye oriented away from his nephew. “You’re a little too late to talk to me about your mission before your shizun did.” 

 Binghe, who was just relaxing into the unexpected hug, freezes. 

 Shang Qinghua knowingly pats the poor young protagonist on the back.

  “Oh, shit” is right! 

- 

AN: Uncle Shang really is adorable. Still kind of knocks me for a loop writing it, though, given that the SVSSS SQH and LBH relationship is... nothing like this whatsoever. Look upon the field of SQH and LBH content and see that it is relatively barren except for the stubborn motherfuckers with excellent taste in character exploration. 

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  “Ahhh, well, I’ll be there too for this potential family reunion, bro,” Shang Qinghua assures him. “Maybe we can finally get to the bottom of where this ‘Shen Yuan’ name came from.” 

 Peerless Cucumber makes a strange expression. 

 “What?” 

 “...It’s my name.” 

 “What?” Shang Qinghua repeats. 

 “It’s my name,” Peerless Cucumber says again, quietly. “It’s my real name.” 

 “Oh.” 

  “Huh,” Shang Qinghua thinks, having been operating on the assumption that the System made the name up for its mysterious backstory. Well, that gives new dimensions to Peerless Cucumber’s criticism of the scum villain! 

 “You can use it,” Peerless Cucumber says, with an air of determined nonchalance. “Everyone else is doing it.” 

 “Ah, alright. Thanks.” 

- 

AN: This is probably the part where I would have made Shang Qinghua reveal his original name in turn... IF HE HAD ONE. It drives me... kind of wild that we get the Airplane Extras and we STILL don’t get 1) Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky’s original name, and 2) MOBEI-JUN’s name. 

Which actually makes things a little more interesting here, in my opinion, even though not having those names gets a little frustrating in terms of fanfiction writing. With Mobei-Jun, you get to explore the fucked up possibilities of him not having a name outside of his identity as the future Northern King. With Shang Qinghua, you get to explore him being a squirrelly little fuck who refuses to let anyone into his life. 

So, because we don’t have Airplane’s name, we actually get this mildly interesting dynamic in which Shang Qinghua doesn’t even really think to reveal it to Shen Yuan. We don’t see this part, but Shen Yuan is actually a little miffed by this degree of secrecy, which is going to come up later. (Shen Yuan doesn’t like the fact that Shang Qinghua has as much power over him as he does.) 

I personally do not hold the headcanon that Airplane’s name was “Shang Qinghua”. It’s a little too on the nose for me. At that point, the only reaction to transmigrating into SQH kind of has to be, “Ah, well, I was asking for that!” Maybe Airplane projected his worst qualities onto Shang Qinghua, but I don’t think he went so far as to give the character his own name. 

Airplane’s main identity when he died appears to have been Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky, and we know that he wasn’t particularly close to his divorced parents and any step- or half-siblings. So, the only names that are really relevant post-transmigration are “Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky” and “Shang Qinghua”. By the time that SY gets here, he’s firmly entrenched in those identities, and his original name is completely irrelevant. I could honestly believe that Airplane just doesn’t think it matters anymore. 

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 Shang Qinghua’s nephew, in the way of a true young protagonist or  fucking cannon fodder, got the bright fucking idea to slip away to speak with the concubine called Butterfly privately. 

 “I thought: what if she didn’t want to speak in front of that lecherous old man? What if she wanted to get away from him?” Binghe confesses. 

 “She was the demon,” Shang Qinghua guesses. 

 Binghe nods, voice breaking. “It was…  I was  really,  really stupid, Uncle.” 

 “Well, at least you know that,” Shang Qinghua sighs, and pats his sniffly nephew on the back again. 

 Oh, he can see why Shen Qingqiu was  pissed the fuck off now. Shang Qinghua kind of wants to start yelling! Or maybe just screaming, coherently or otherwise! 

 Except yelling isn’t going to help much right now. 

 Shang Qinghua listens as Luo Binghe recounts being captured by the demon and then waking up bound by Immortal Binding Cables - of being so terrified that he could barely breathe with it. His only hope was Ning Yingying and Ming Fan tattling on his disappearance and a senior disciple tracking him down on time. The skinner demon apparently nearly killed Binghe, crooning over his young and beautiful skin, except a flash of warm light intervened and dropped an unstable part of the ceiling in on them before they could hurt the captured protagonist. 

 “Fu-Shijie and Shizun arrived after that and k-killed it,” Binghe says. “Uncle, it was all  stupid luck!  Shizun said I should have been dead and that, between my efforts and the demon’s, he had no idea how I wasn't! And he was right! It was  so close! If the ceiling hadn’t fallen in like that-! Fu-Shijie suggested the ropes might be faulty and it could have been an unconscious use of spiritual energy, but I didn’t do anything! It wasn’t me!” 

 It  sounds like the System to Shang Qinghua, intervening again at a crucial moment to prevent the premature death of the protagonist. Just thinking about how close his nephew came to dying without him knowing is nearly enough to inspire a cold sweat! Shang Qinghua can’t speak about the System, so all he can really do is keep hugging! Keep holding on for dear life and saying soothing nothings to his crying nephew! 

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AN: I wanted to include the Skinner mission, but I didn’t want to redo it onscreen because that’s been done in many fanfictions before and I felt that there was really no good reason for Shang Qinghua to be a part of it. The reason I wanted to include it is to show how the plot is off the track of the SVSSS (and PIDW) stories, with the changed LBH and the changed Original SQQ. 

LBH wants to be a hero, but he’s not there yet. 

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 “...Don’t put yourself above him… or below him. Tell him what you want and listen to what he wants, and don’t be surprised if things don’t change all at once,” Shang Qinghua advises and, at Yue Qingyuan’s look, quickly raises his hands. “Ahhh, not my business, I know! Not my business! I just… I hope it works out! I hope you two get something better out of this mess! Aha, make the sect meetings a little less awkward and… things.” 

  “He has never known what better looks like. He will always be Yue Qi, the slave boy. No matter what he does.” 

 “...Thank you,” Yue Qingyuan says finally, thoughtfully. “I appreciate your… restraint in this matter… in recent months.” 

 Aha, yikes. 

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AN: I know that some people wanted more stomping on Yue Qingyuan, but... like... this man is as or nearly as traumatized as Shen Qingqiu. His childhood fucking sucked. He broke his own soul trying to save Shen Jiu and failed. He made some shit decisions where Shen Qingqiu was concerned, but the logic and trauma he’s operating on are pretty obvious. He was trying. 

Part of the theme around the Qijiu and Moshang arcs has also been “an eye for an eye”. Like, are you guys really going to keep on not communicating with each other and then fucking up and then taking chunks out of each other? How many misunderstandings and upset over misunderstandings are you going to throw at each other? Where do you put your foot down and say, “I don’t want to live like this forever. We can be better than this. I want better than this.” 

Like, it can’t just be hurting each other back and forth (this applies to Qijiu more than Moshang, in which MBJ definitely carries the weight of this fuck-up). It can’t just be privately nursing hurt feelings forever. The options here are “fix it” or “live like this forever”. Fixing it won’t happen immediately, but the other option fucking sucks, so every little step helps. 

So Shang Qinghua here is just like, “Bro, I’m tired. My anger has cooled a lot. I just want all our lives to suck less. I hope things work out for you.” 

[selfindulgent-undertalerps]

Isolated Part 1

A FlawedSunshine roleplay with a prompt that was "Error discovers long-isolated Solar"

@bluepalleteuniverse wanted to be tagged

For some explanation, Solar didn't change his name yet, so he's going to be refered to as Sol

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Sol is sitting on the ground, curled up. He's alone, been alone for a long long time, he hates it, he's soundlessly crying, his voice not working properly due to screaming.

Error blips into existence his back to Sol and looks around, scowling. He doesn't see Sol yet.

Sol heard something behind him and turned his head to look what it was, when he saw Error, he got a bit shocked and rubbed his eyesockets thinking that he's just imagining him.

A quick check at the code of the AU would show that there's only one person here and it was that way for a long long time.

Error does just that and checks the code. He turns around squinting.

"Well who do we have here?" Error's expression changes to an easy grin with his eyelights glinting sadistically.

Sol just looks at him, unable to say anything, his expressions shift between happiness, confusion, shock and sadness, he slowly stood up.

" Heh you look like you've been through a wringer" Error's grin widens "You're the only one left here aaaand looks like you have been for a while." He looks Sol up and down. "You got a name?"

Sol thinks for a moment trying to think of a way to say his name, finally deciding to write his name in the air, He wrote "Sol"

He's smaller than Error and looks weak.

Error squints at him for a second "...Sol?" Error raises a eyebrow "Ah can't talk, I see... You always been mute?"

Sol shook his head, as in no, he wasn't. Sol is looking at Error, he's a bit scared, but also curious about Error.

Error stared at Sol thoughtfully, "Can you sign?"

"A bit" Sol signed.

"That makes things easier" Error signed back and then out loud "So what happened here?"

"Many things, mostly my brother" His expression changed to sadness.

"How long you've been here, alone?" Error looks around pointedly.

"I don't know exactly, but a few years maybe? I'm not sure"

Error falls silent and he looks at Sol like he's some particularly difficult math problem he has to solve.

"Well look, honestly I'm here to rip this place to shreds. There's enough extra garbage stinking up the Multiverse, don't see the point in leaving a practically dead and empty AU be." He lets his words hang in the air waiting for a reaction.

Solar nodded slightly as in I understand.

Error's grin faltered and he was silent for a moment. He looks away scowling.

"Look I don't usually do this but, it's your lucky day I guess, I'll give ya a choice." He rubs at the back of his neck, still not making eye contact.

"You can come with me, or you can stay here and get destroyed with the rest of this junk. I don't care either way." Error then looks at Sol.

Sol takes a moment to understand what Error said, "I'll come with you" He signed.

Error nods "Alright... Okay." He opens a portal to the Anti-Void and motions for Sol to step through. "Go then, I gotta get this done before the fuckin' ink stain figures out what I'm up to."

Sol hesitantly stepped through the portal and looked around.

"If any dipshit pops in by chance, do me a favor and hide in that giant ass cardboard box over there. Be back in a sec." and with that the portal zips close behind Sol.

About an hour later Error ports back in looking disgruntled with a few paint splats on him.

He jumps visibly when he sees Sol. He puts a hand on his chest and breathes out a relieved sigh. "Fuck I forgot you were here."

Sol is looking at him slightly worried, "Are you okay?"

"I didn't mean to scare you" He signed.

"I'm fine." Error grumbled looking anything but.

"Are you sure? What happened?"

"A shithead showed up and I kicked his ass, that's what" Error snapped.

Sol nodded slightly, "So what's your name?" Sol smiled slightly.

Error was busy looking looking off into middle distance unfocused.

His attention snapped back to Sol suddenly. He pinched his brow "Sorry repeat that, I wasn't looking."

"What's your name?" He's waiting for a reply. Sol is looking at Error with curiosity.

"Ah yeah didn't introduce myself earlier. The name's Error" He eyed Sol warily.

"You have an interesting name" Sol smiled at him.

Error relaxed a little, he was expecting Sol to go for a handshake. "Uhhh thanks right back atcha." Error scratched the back of his skull looking awkward a hint of blue coloring his cheekbones.

"Ok so... now that introductions are outta the way gonna lay down some ground rules." Error leveled a serious gaze at Sol and began listing while counting out on his fingers.

"Don't touch me. Don't touch my shit. Especially don't touch those." He gestured to his strings spread about the Anti-Void. "Don't break my shit. Don't eat my chocolate... And do not!" Error abandons counting and just points a finger at Sol .

"Don't you dare interrupt me when i'm watching Undernovela." Error squints at Sol "You can follow that shit and I might not regret sparing an anomaly for once, capiche?"

Sol nodded.

"K... Good." Error pauses. "Any of the furniture is free game though. The brain teaser puzzles too."

"Okay" Sol looked around, thinking what to do.

Error sighed and flopped into a bean bag chair, his body doing a hard glitch on impact. Error kicked the other chair a small distance away from himself, gesturing for Sol to take it.

He pulled a towel from seemingly out of nowhere and began to blot at paint splats, glancing at Sol intermittently. "So... what exactly happened for you to be left like that back there anyway?"

"You said something about your brother?"

Sol sat down on the chair, "Do you have something to write with and on? I don't know if I could sign it all"

Error nodded and fished a notepad from under his bean bag and tossed it towards Sol. He then pulled a pen from his pocket and tossed that too.

Sol caught the notepad and the pen and began writing, after a while gave the notepad back to Error.

Basically he and his brother had an argument, his brother drank something, got covered by goop, basically ripped Sol' arm off and then went on a killing spree.

His brother took over the throne and was still killing if someone didn't listen to him. Sol was fighting his brother with two friends.

After a while one of the friends left to the other side od the conflict, after more time his brother left the AU with two people.

Sol discovered that the second friend died and took his soul. His friend that stayed, an artist, wanted to leave after the brother and they had an argument about it.

In the end the artist left and Sol was left alone where the rest of the Skeletons either dusted from injuries or themselves.

Error read it and looked up at Sol. "Damn..."

"That's rough, buddy."

Error looks back down at the notepad and back to Sol in confusion "Why can't you talk? You said you were able to talk before."

"Well when I was alone the first few days went kinda okay, but then the loneliness got to me, I started talking to myself, but it didn't really help, then I was screaming just all the time, that damaged my vocal chords, I guess" He's kinda embarassed by this, but his expression is mostly sad.

Error looks sympathetic. He gestures to his own throat "Is it sore? ... Or only if you try to speak?"

"Sore and it hurts more when I try to speak"

Error falls silent for a moment, his expression pensive. Error gets up with a disgruntled sigh and shuffles behind his television set.

Sol can't see what Error's doing but he hears water being poured, the clink of ceramic on glass, and the tell tale beeps of a microwave being used.

Error shuffles back and sets a steaming cup with a tea bag in it and a bottle of honey within reaching distance of Sol and flops back on his bean bag. He looks away from Sol.

"It's uh ginger tea wih a splash of lemon juice. That, and honey usually helps." Error's's got a slight blush.

Sol smiles "Thank you" He added some honey and after the tea cooled down a little bit, he began to drink it, enjoying the warm tea very much.

"No problem" Error said, blush still prevalent on his face.

"Do You have any hobbies?"

Error shrugged "Reading, knitting, solving the teaser puzzles, I'm good with my hands, I make plushies sometimes.."

"Can you show me someday?"

"Yeah." Error nodded "What about you? Hobbies? Interests?"

"Acting mostly"

Error looks interested "Acting?"

"You know, you got a bunch of people that take certain roles and act out scenes, I like to do that, I'm quite good too" Really good if you consider that Sol was the star of his Underground.

Error finishes wiping off the paint and tossed the towel off to the side. "That's pretty cool."

Sol smiled.

Error blushed, and then his expression unfocused for a second before he scowled, blushing harder.

"Something happened?"

Error looked at Sol, "What was that?"

"Did something happen?"

"No!" Error snapped, his face only glowing brighter.

Sol lowered his skull, feeling bad that he asked.

Error's hands shot out in a placating gesture "Aghhh no! Sorry- I just- f-fuck-" Error glitched "S-sorry, I didn't mean to snap. You d-did nothing." Suddenly both his hands smacked into his face and he dragged them down with a groan.

"No worries"

Error sighed and sunk himself further into his bean bag chair. Sol yawned, slightly rubbing his eyesocket.

"You tired?"

Sol nodded.

Error looked around his brows furrowed .

"Shit." He muttered under his breath. "There's a bed over there if you wanna use it."

"Okay" Sol stood up and smiled at Error "Thank you"

Error blushes "No problem"

Sol went to lay down on the bed, he quickly fell asleep.

Error gets up and checks on him and pulls the covers over Sol more. He then flops back on his bean bag and pulls out materials to start knitting a scarf.

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Just... Why? (Dick Grayson & Jason Todd)

Disclaimer: This is NOT shipping the boys together. I don’t ship any of the Batfam together because it’s weird for me. Yes, I understand they aren’t blood-related, but as someone with four siblings who are also not blood-related, it’s weird. 

Summary: Just for once could Dick walk into his kitchen and find something normal? 

Words: 865

Nightwing rolls through his apartment window and promptly collapses onto his bed, peeling off his sweaty mask. Leave it to Bludhaven to have a gang that fights cops and vigilantes by hurling human feces at them. Luckily, Dick was fast enough to dodge the throws, but the Bludhaven police weren’t as lucky. Then after the shit throwing gang, there was a robbery at a bank that ended with Nightwing chasing an ex-elite track athlete six blocks. 

He peels the top half of his costume off, exposing his bare chest to the cool air. Just as Dick starts to doze off, he hears the barely-there creak of the window in his living room open. He’s on his feet in an instant, escrima sticks in hand as he burst into the living room only to find--

“Jason?” Dick drops his hands as he stares at his brother, who is making himself a sandwich in his kitchen. 

“‘Sup, Dick,” Jason greets. “Nice outfit.”

“I…,” Dick blinks, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted. “Why are you in my kitchen dressed as a hooker?” 

Jason is wearing a strange leather harness, fishnets, tight leather shorts, and eyeliner. Jason pauses, looking down at his revealing outfit. 

“I--you know, it’s a long story,” He sighs.

Dick blinks again, but shrugs and sits at the island of his kitchen. 

“Can you make me one too?” He nods at Jason’s sandwich.

Jason scoffs. 

“Make your own damn sandwich!” 

“You broke into my apartment and are eating my groceries!” Dick snaps. 

“And? You got two arms and two legs that aren’t broken.” 

“Wow, Jase, it’s so good to see you,” Dick mumbles sarcastically. “I’m so glad we get to have these lovely reunions where you break into my apartment and eat my food.” 

“Same,” Jason says through a mouthful of sandwich. “But it would be nicer if your bitch ass was asleep.” 

Dick throws an abandoned spoon at him which Jason easily dodges. 

“Brat,” He mutters. “So, who were you trying to seduce?” 

“Some of Black Mask’s goonies.” 

“Did it work?” 

“Did it work,” Jason scoffs, imitating Dick’s voice. “Have you seen these thighs? Of course it fucking did.” 

Dick chuckles, leaning over the counter. 

“Did you even shave your legs for that?” 

Jason shrugs. 

“I’m committed to my craft.” 

Dick laughs again, leaning back in his chair. 

“Anything interesting on patrol?” Jason asks. 

“Yeah, a bunch of teenagers tried to throw human feces at me.” 

Jason nearly chokes on his sandwich from laughing. 

“Please tell me one of them hit you!” 

Dick rolls his eyes. 

“No, they didn’t.” 

“Darn it,” Jason snaps his fingers. “I would’ve paid to see that.” 

Dick recalls a memory from his Robin days that brings a wide grin across his face. 

“One time when I was on patrol with Bruce as Robin, a bunch of animals escaped from the Gotham Zoo so we were helping the police and zookeepers round up the animals when Bruce and I found some of the chimps and all three of them simultaneously threw poop at Bruce.” 

Jason threw his head back laughing. 

“Please tell me one of them hit him!” 

“All three of them!” Dick laughs. “He was so pissed!” 

“That is the best thing I’ve heard all night,” Jason grins. “I’m just imagining poop getting stuck on the bat ears.” 

“And it got stuck in the cape,” Dick adds. “But he ended up laughing about it later.” 

“Good, it must get uncomfortable leaving that pole up his ass,” Jason rolls his eyes. “Can I crash on your couch tonight?” 

“Of course. You want some actual clothes?” 

Jason hooks his fingers in the leather harness, letting it pop back onto his skin. 

“You don’t think I look sexy?” He grins. 

“Irresistible,” Dick deadpans. “But I’d rather not know what kind of substances came in contact with that lovely outfit before it touches my couch.” 

Jason gasps in mock offense. 

“I am a classy lady!” He declares. “But I don’t kiss and tell,” Jason winks. 

“Shut up,” Dick groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“This is what’s like to live with you, by the way, you and your constant need to hit on everything that moves.” 

“At least I don’t need a leather harness.” 

“Pft, I raided your closet for this outfit.” 

Dick’s eyes widen in alarm which makes Jason’s eyes widen in alarm. 

“I was kidding,” Jason starts. “But you believed me very quickly. What the hell is in your closet?!” 

Dick says nothing, but his eyes flicker toward his bedroom. Jason dives toward his bedroom, but Dick chucks one of his escrima sticks that were abandoned on the floor at Jason’s head and dives into his room, locking the door. 

“Dick! What the hell?!” Jason demands. 

“Good night, Jaybird!” Dick hollers back. 

Dick didn’t need to be exposing his kinks to his younger brother. While their family was weird and dysfunctional, it’s not that dysfunctional. 

He looks toward his closet and sighs, leaning back against his bedroom door. Welp, it looks like he’ll be getting rid of a few things before Jason gets the chance to raid his closet for skeletons. 

“My life is so fucking weird,” Dick mutters to himself. 

I’ve got a few more brother antics I’ll probably post today. It’s fun playing with their dynamics! Hope y’all enjoyed, even if it’s not a reader insert story. 

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Speak No Evil (Part 15)

There is a relief that comes with the knowledge that her journey is almost through and what a painful and hellish journey right to the very end. She hurts all over, in and out. But it doesn’t matter because the pain can’t follow her where she is going. She certainly hopes that it can’t.

Seicho blabbers on and on behind her but she is far past listening or caring. The stories had been nice, those little gestures and soft words… They aren’t enough.

They aren’t enough and they sting as much as they help. It should be TyLee speaking them. And even if it had been, she wouldn’t have deserved them. She doesn’t deserve help now and so she won’t take it.

“Seriously. Slow down.”

She hastens her pace if for no other reason than to push a message through.

Her belly rumbles and her throat begs for something to alleviate the dryness. She doesn’t have time to attend these needs. They are trivial anyhow. Null and pointless. The volcano is so close that she can taste sulphur and retribution on her tongue. She thinks that the two might share a taste.

She isn’t sure that the lava will be enough to cleanse her spirit and the demons that plague her emotions. She is lost, lost beyond finding. Beyond salvation. She is scared. Scared and alone. Scared and determined.

.oOo.

Tuya passes her a bowl of tentacle soup. TyLee doesn’t mean to be rude but she crinkles her nose. “Can I get something less...uh…” she jabs at the little suction cups, “tentacle-y?”

Tuya laughs. “Arctic hen or sea prune stew?”

“Oh either one of those would be great.” She smiles. “Arctic hen sounds good though.” Mostly she just wants to smell the fire that it will be cooked over. She can’t help but miss the Fire Nation at least a little especially on the nights when the wind whips merciless flurries at the walls and the arctic fox-wolves howl.  Fire smells cozy. It smells like home. Not that Tuya hasn’t made her feel like she is at home still.

It has been more than wonderful to learn about domestic life in the tribes. It is as cozy and mundane as the glacier was chilling and grand. She thinks that she likes the simplicity of bundling herself up in heavy furs--so long as she doesn’t think of the hunting it took to get them. Though she has come to respect the hunters and their rituals.

She tries to imagine herself snuggled up with a new lover by the fire but she can only picture Azula and Mai. Despite it all, she misses them too. But she doesn’t miss the way that they made her feel when it got bad…

“I said, do you want some seasoning on your arctic hen?”

“Oh!” TyLee exclaims, “yeah, that sounds nice, just a little though. Too much seasoning tickles my nose.”

Tuya laughs, “you remind me of my twin.”

“You have a twin?”

“Yatu.” She smiles. “He went out with the last hunting party, they should be back soon.”

“Do you think that he could teach me about hunting?”

“You want to hunt?”

TyLee shakes her head vigorously. “Oh no, I could never bring myself to actually do it. I just wanted to learn about some of the hunting rituals.”

“I’m sure that he’d like to do that, he loves talking about his hunts.” She hands TyLee a platter of arctic hen. “Now enjoy your meal and I can tell you some of my favorite folktales.”

TyLee grins. “I have a few from the Fire Nation!”

She takes a bite. The arctic fox-wolves howl into the storm, one long and drawn out call after the next. And, later on, when she lays her head back and really listens, she swears that she can hear the arctic lights singing.

.oOo.

It is so close now and her feet are so sore. The woman hasn’t paused once since leaving the ruins, not to sleep, not to eat. Seicho has had walk and eat at the same time, nearly stumbling several times.

And now their trek is almost finished. The volcano looms overhead jagged, burnt black, and sinister. A hateful mound with a simmering core. Seicho’s stomach flutters with anxious anticipation.

“Can we slow down?” Seicho asks again, huffing and panting. She is drenched in sweat and ready to topple. She doesn’t know how the woman can manage, especially since she hasn’t eaten or drank a thing. Either the woman is used to this sort of thing or she just doesn’t care at all. Or maybe she is just so frighteningly distraught that she doesn’t feel anything but whatever torments her.

Seicho has a fear of her own, a distress of her own. A yelling, yowling demon and the woman is rousing it awake. She is digging up dark treasures that she isn’t aware of at all. She is carrying the skeletons to the surface without even realizing that there are bones in her hands.

The shadow of the volcano falls over them. It sends a chill through her entire being. She very nearly laughs. She has to, afterall, the whole endeavor has been one big joke. She has a feeling that the woman thinks so too. She has a feeling that the woman has a lot of unsavory opinions despite everything. They reach the foot of the volcano and Seicho reaches her breaking point.

“You think that I don’t know what this is?!” Seicho damn near shrieks. “You think that I don’t know what this whole quest has been about?”

The woman stares almost blankly at her. There is a glimmer of resentment or annoyance.

“I know that you think I am, but I’m not clueless.” She bunches her fists. “It was all...it was all bullshit! The ruins, the spirit, of course you didn’t even want to check them out! You’ve never even been in this jungle before.”

The woman turns around to continue her stride. But Seicho has reached her limit, she has reached several of them. She grabs her by the shoulder and turns her around. “You just played along to appease me so that you can…” she gestures to the volcano. “Chara, my sister, she did the same thing. She didn’t ‘just not come home’ one day. I saw her swim out into the ocean…” Her voice breaks, falters. She is shaking. “I told my parents that I had no idea what happened to her because I knew how they would feel.”

For a moment, she thinks that the woman will change her mind. She shakes Seicho off of her and makes the final few steps to the base of the volcano with a renewed vigor. She watches the woman take the first few steps onto it and resents the earthbending ancients who had carved a convenient little staircase into the volcano’s rim.

“Go ahead!” She shouts. “Stairs or not, it’s a long climb. You won’t even be able to make it to the top.”

She isn’t deterred. Seicho hadn’t expected her to be, she has been nothing but persistent and stubborn. But it doesn’t matter, when a body is spent, it is spent. Especially if the mind that inhibits it is twice as exhausted.

She follows the woman up the stairs, she has to give her credit, she makes it a little more than halfway up. She topples and Seicho nearly goes with her. She braces herself against the rocks and heaves her back up. She removes her pack and has herself a real meal before lifting the woman up and beginning the daunting trip back down. With luck, they will be a good distance from the volcano by the time she wakes up. With luck, Seicho will be able to handle whatever fit she will throw upon doing so.

[blackcloverdatabase]

English Translation of Novel 2: Chapter 3 – The Special Assault Squad Sprints Onward (Part 2 of 2)

Here’s the second half of Magna’s and Luck’s dungeon adventure! While the last chapter featured them taking care of some bandits pretending to be ghosts, this chapter’s enemy is much more formidable.

--- The Special Assault Squad Sprints Onward (Part 2) ---

“…….Alright. So, just to be clear, you guys are dungeon plunderers, and you created those monsters to chase us away…… am I right?”

“……Yes.”

They answered Magna’s and Luck’s questions as they sat on the dungeon floor, all beaten to a pulp and tied up together with a rope.

“You’re too quiet!!”

“Y-yes! We’re sorry!!”

Currently, they were in a chamber close to the treasure room. The dungeon plunderers used the route Morgan made to trespass into the dungeon and constructed their base here. However, when they were about to get ready to carry the treasure out, Luck and Magna entered the dungeon, so they created those monsters to chase them out.

Incidentally, when Morgan heard that they used the route she created to trespass, she said awkwardly,

“A ha ha…… I’m going to go search for the golem that took my grimoire.”

And escaped. However, she’ll get devoured by this dungeon if she tries to escape, so she’ll probably be back soon.

“Hmm, so those monsters were made using manipulation magic on the bones and armor here…….”

“A ha ha! That’s just what I thought. Still, don’t you think you’ll get cursed for doing that?”

Luck said with a cold smile as he looked at the ancient remains of the deceased and the full-body armor that lay piled up high in the corner of the room. Dungeons are often filed with the remains of people who tried to capture it in the past, as well as the remains of the things they wore. The dungeon plunders used those to make their skeletons and dullahans.

“And then you used voice amplification magic to make your voices monster-like, and you used smoke magic to make a ghostly atmosphere…..Damn, it’s like you’re putting on a play! What are you, some sort of monster circus!?”

“………”

“……..I don’t hear you laughing!”

“A ha ha……. Ah ha ha… A ha ha ha ha!”

Leaving such a hellish exchange of words aside, there were nine dungeon plunderers in total. Each of them had magic that would be considered “strange”, which they combined into a combo spell that created those monsters. They were also the reason that Luck couldn’t use his mana sensing abilities. One of the plunderers had Jamming Magic, which renders the use of mana perception useless while he’s nearby. However, mana perception is usable if you’re far enough away, so it’s still possible to grasp their whereabouts and launch an attack against them.

“You all kicked up such a mess…… but you’re just a bunch of old farts playing around with some bones and armor…….? Damn it all……”

“A ha ha! Now you know why I had such a bored look on my face earlier, right?”

They thought those monsters were something unknown, something that shouldn’t be here. They imagined all sorts of wild possibilities, but when they opened the lid, they saw that their enemy was the same old thugs they usually deal with. They put in so much work and time into this, but all they felt was empty disappointment.

“So? Where’s the treasure you stole? You’ve already carried it out of the treasure room, right?”

“N-no! You’re wrong! We haven’t even entered the treasure room yet!”

The plunderers shook their heads desperately in response to Magna’s menacing questions.

“W-we certainly tried to! But the door was locked…… plus, whenever we tried to get close, that thing kept getting in the way……”

“……That thing?”

“Magna-san! Luck-san!”

The one approaching them was none other than a very frazzled Morgan.

“I-it’s this thing! Anytime you approach the entrance to the treasure room, this thing attacks you!”

“…….Huh?”

They all stared at her, completely stunned. Then, they looked behind her…….

And they understood.

“I-I found the golem that stole my grimoire! Also…….”

The plunderers weren’t staring at Morgan……

“It’s totally chasing me right now!!”

[Magic power signal confirmed]

…… but rather at the black, two-meter tall, skeleton-like golem that was behind her.

“Morgan, duck!!”

The second Magna understood what was going on, Magna prepared a ball of fire in his hand. Luck, too, prepared a ball of lightning.

“Ah!? I-if you attack it……!”

Morgan tried to say something, but when she saw what they were doing, she immediately ducked her head. Luck and Magna aimed at the black skeleton, and,

“Flame Magic: Exploding Fireball”

“Lightning Magic: Thunderclap Crumbling Orb”

The balls of fire and lightning the two fired flew over Morgan’s head and landed a direct hit on the skeleton. Its enormous body spun in the air as it was blown away, and its skull crashed into the wall.

“Got ‘em!”

Since Morgan was close by, they held back. However, their timing was perfect, and they definitely hit one of its vital spots. No matter who their opponent may be, nobody could come out of that unscathed. At least, that’s what Luck and Magna thought.

“……You can’t……”

For some reason, Morgan looked at them with tears in her eyes.

“…….You can’t just attack this golem so recklessly!”

“……Huh?”

The two of them questioned, but then,

[Magic attack received. Commencing analysis.]

Pulling its head out of the stone wall, the skeleton spoke with an eerily shrill voice.

[Analysis complete. Lightning and Flame magic. Estimated output: 40%. Storing pain in memory.]

Its eyes began to glow with a silver light as it held both its arms forward. Then,

[Returning the pain. Flame Magic: Exploding Fireball. Lightning Magic: Thunderclap Crumbling Orb]

It fired two balls of magic with a thunderous roar – one made of lightning and another made of fire. Those balls of magic were exactly the same as the attacks Magna and Luck fired at it just moments ago.

“HUUUUUUH!?”

This time, Magna made no attempt to hide the fear in his voice as he ran out of the room to dodge the attack. Luck grabbed Morgan and escaped along with Magna.

“W-Wooaaaaaah!!”

“Gaaaah! Wait! The rope! Can’t you at least untie the rope!?”

Because the plunderers were still tied up, the room became incredibly chaotic, but there was no helping it. None of them were hit by the attack, so they probably won’t die. Probably.

Besides, the moment Magna and the others escaped from the room, the skeleton started chasing after them with its silver glowing eyes locked on them, and it seemed like it was going to catch up at any second. It was definitely targeting Magna’s group.

“What’s up with that thing, Morgan!? Why can it use the same magic as us!?”

He asked Morgan, who was behind him, as they were running away. She looked absolutely terrified as she answered,

“I-I’m sorry! I tried to tell you, but that golem……. It can return any attack it receives perfectly!”

Her voice trembled as tears pooled in her eyes. This must have been the fear she felt when her grimoire was stolen from her.

“Sniffle…… Moreover, once its hit by a spell, it creates antibodies and becomes immune to it, so if you try to hit it with the same attack you used before, it won’t have any effect…… Even if you put more magic power into your attack, it will create more antibodies and gain immunity in an instant……. Sniffle, and I tried attacking it, too, so…….”

Captain Yami said he fought somebody with copy magic in the cave at Nean. However, with each attack launched against this enemy, that attack will no longer be effective. This enemy’s magic is even more formidable than copy magic. In other words, their foe might be stronger than the one Captain Yami fought……

“I-I’m sorry *Hic* I just wanted to scout the area and then come back straight away, but I accidentally ran into that golem, and…… sniffle. And it followed me all the way here……”

“Seriously……?

Magna muttered as his voice shook, not hearing Morgan’s apology all too well. They were planning to enter the treasure room, so they would have to fight this skeleton at some point, anyway. However, after just battling those guys and their fake monsters, they weren’t at full power in terms of physical strength nor mana. He ate some medicinal herbs and was able to rest for a bit, but, right now, he can only output about 60-70% of his usual strength.

“If I fight that thing in this state, then……”

Magna looked back at the skeleton that was in vigorous pursuit,

“…….Then, I’ll definitely level up, without a doubt!”

He shouted with glee as he trembled with excitement.

“Huh!? What!? Level up!?”

‘How can he say that in a time like this……!’ Morgan thought. Luck seemed just as excited as Magna as he said,

“A ha ha! You’re right! Let’s take our frustration with those fake monsters out on this guy and make quick work of him!

He turned toward Morgan with excitement.

“So, Morgan-chan! Guide us to a room with plenty of space! Any room will be fine, just find one where we can have a death match with this guy!”

“And once you guide us there, run away! We’ll meet up with you after beating him!”

“B-but! I think we should all run away together…….!!”

“Also, stop crying over every little thing.”

Magna gave her a wry smile, as if he just couldn’t ignore her any longer.

“You’re wasting your time doing that. Use the physical strength and time you’d spend crying to think of a way to get us out of this mess. Unlike us, you’ve got a good head on your shoulders, so it’d be a shame not to use it.”

“………..!”

……Certainly. Every time Morgan has been faced with a problem, she would freeze up, agonize over it, cry, and wait for somebody to save her. Conquering dungeons was the only thing she was confident enough about to not rely on anyone, but with just one slipup, she started depending on Magna and Luck for everything, just as she does for everything else.

……However,

“……S-sniffle.”

After blowing her nose one last time, she steeled her resolve and glared at the skeleton.

“……Let’s keep going straight.”

‘There are things that even I can do.’

“Going straight will lead us to the treasure hall, but there’s a large room right before it. That’s probably the sturdiest area in the dungeon, so you should be able to rampage as much as you want.”

There are people willing to give her a role. In that case,

“Also, let me fight, too! I promise I won’t get in your way! I’ll support you from a distance and watch for any weak points!”

She won’t cry or wait for someone to save her. She’ll look for something she can do, and she’ll do her best to fulfill it. If she doesn’t do this, she’ll remain a crybaby forever.

“……Okay!”

He wasn’t sure where this came from, but Magna grinned and said,

“If that’s what you say, then do it! We’ll devour you if you get in our way, though!”

“Yes sir!”

And so, they made their way toward the chamber before the treasure room.

 “Lightning Magic: Thunderclap Crumbling Orb”

After entering the chamber and confirming that Morgan ran toward a corner of the room, Luck turned around and fired a ball of lighting magic. It landed a direct hit against the skeleton, but this time, the skeleton didn’t even pause as it got ready to launch balls of fire and lightning of its own.

“A ha ha! Amazing! Attacks really don’t work on you a second time!”

Luck smiled as he parried both attacks. Magna, too, smiled defiantly as he said,

“Yeah…… And even if we infuse more magic power into the attack, it will quickly generate antibodies against that attack, right?”

However, there was a bit of sweat mixed into that defiant smile of his.

“I was being all assertive earlier, but ……What should we do to beat this guy?”

The same attack with the same level of power won’t reach him twice. However, even if you put more power into your attack, it will quickly create antibodies against it, making that attack ineffective as well. Then, does that mean no attack exists that can hit him twice?

“Amazing! That means I’d be able to fight against it for the rest of my life! I want one for the base!”  

For a combat enthusiast, such a trait seems to be a great feature.

“Well, jokes aside….. There’s no way that it can create antibodies for every attack. If we attack it so much that its whole body falls apart, there will be nothing left to make antibodies.”

“Saying that is easy enough, but……”

Magna studied the skeleton as he dodged its attacks. He wasn’t sure what it was made of, but whatever it was, it was quite hard. In addition, its whole body was covered in barrier-like magic. Destroying it won’t be easy.

“Well, it won’t be easy, but if we use our combo magic…….. and we attack it while it has a gap in its defenses…….. then I think we could break it, probably.”

“Probably!?”

Magna couldn’t help but sputter, but Luck was a genius when it came to battle. His analysis may be completely groundless, but Magna believed in Luck’s intuition.

“Yeah, but to do that, I think we should inflict a little more damage on him first.”

“…… Heh heh. Then, in the end, we’re gonna bulldoze our way through, huh?”

Neither of them were sure if they even had enough magic power left to do this, but……

“…….That’s just our style!”

“Right!”

After that short exchange, they looked at each other with a grin. To convey their intent to each other, that was all they needed.

“Alright! Our counterattack begins now, you skeleton bastard!!”

He bellowed as if to psyche himself up, holding a bat of fire in his hand as he activated his “Grand Slam” spell. No discussions were necessary. The two knew exactly how they should move.

“Lightning Creation Magic: Thunder God's Boots!”

The moment Luck shouted out his attack, lightning shaped like boots gathered around his legs. Using the thrust generated by those boots, he weaved between each attack the skeleton fired as he closed in on him.

“A ha ha ha! Let’s see what you can do against this!”

He took advantage of his momentum to give the skeleton a dropkick right on its face.

[Magic attack received. Commencing analysis.]

Luck’s attack blew it away, making its body bounce against the floor, but the skeleton repeated the same phrase it said earlier and stood back up, getting ready to fire another attack. However, at that point……

“Like hell I’ll let you!”

Magna had already circled behind it.

“Eat this!”

With a full swing, he used his Grand Slam attack, which struck the back of the skeleton’s head and caused the skeleton to spin around before crashing into the ground, leaving large cracks on the floor.

[Magic attack received. Commencing ana-

“And~ here~ we~………Go!!”

Even so, the skeleton attempted to stand up, but Luck kicked it into the air. As its body spun through the air, Luck struck it once more with a thunderous punch. He landed one final hit, launching it into the air as its body creaked.

[Magic-ic-ic attack re-received. Comm-Commencing ana-analy……]

“Magna! Now!”

“Fire Restraining Magic: Flame Rope Solid Binding Formation”

At Luck’s signal, Magna threw a fireball at the skeleton. When it landed, it turned into a rope of flame, and, in the blink of an eye, it restrained the skeleton’s body. The two coordinated their attacks perfectly, both aiming for the skeleton flying through the air.

[R-R-Returning the p-pain.]

“!!”

The skeleton cut apart the flaming rope, reoriented itself in the air, and aimed both its arms toward Magna and Luck. Generated in the palms of each of its hands were balls of lightning and flame. They were too close to dodge it. They had no way to guard themselves. Even if they unleash their combo magic, they’ll be a little too slow.

‘This is bad,’ they both realized, but at that moment,

‘R-return my grimoire right noooooooooooooow!”

Morgan threw a stone covered in her coating magic at the skeleton’s side. At some point during the battle, even though she was shivering with fear, she used her magic to support them. The stone was not strong enough to damage the skeleton. However, it did change the angle of its arm just a bit.

“……..Great job, Morgan!”

It was enough to buy them some time.

“Flame-Lightning Explosive Cannon!!!”

They shot a blast of fire and lightning at point-blank range, which smashed into the skeleton’s body, and, with a violent flash, blew its body apart.

“Eeeek!!”

The whole room shook violently, blowing Morgan away. If this room wasn’t so sturdy, the shockwaves of their attack would have certainly caused the wall and ceiling to collapse. Even though it was just a single attack, it was that powerful. If this doesn’t defeat that skeleton, then they’ll truly be screwed.

……But just as they were starting to feel relieved,

[…… Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma- Magic, Magic, Magic attack re-re-received. Comm-Commencing an-analy……]

“!!”

Though half its skull was charred black, it moved with a clatter. As they looked more closely, they realized that its bones that had been scattered by that attack were beginning to gather around the skull.

“S-seriously!? He can regenerate just like those fake monsters could!?”

“A ha ha! Hmmm, looks like it. But, I think that it will stop functioning after one more shot.”

“Why are you saying that so casually!? One more attack, you say……. I’m already all out of juice!”

At best, they only had enough mana between the two of them to fire one more attack. Plus, every magic attack in their arsenal has already been used. Even if their enemy is on the verge of death, they no longer had an attack that would work!

Magna was beginning to panic, but,

“A ha ha! What are you saying, Magna?”

Luck sounded carefree as he placed his hand on Magna’s shoulder.

“……We still have one more combo magic spell, isn’t that right?”

He said ominously as he increased the force of his grip.

“……Hey! HEY! What are you planning, you bastard!?”

“A ha ha ha! Combo magic, of course! A spell that we perfected even before the Flame-Lightning Explosive Cannon!”

“No, I wouldn’t call that combo magic! And I’m the only one who loses out from using-KYAAH!”

As Luck held Magna’s shoulder firmly, he gradually sent an electric shock throughout Magna’s whole body, all while he had a dangerous look in his eyes and a grin on his face.

“Electric Magna Typhoon!!!”

“WHY MEEEEEEEE!!?”

As he rotated with tremendous momentum, Magna crashed into the skull.

 “U-um…… Magna-san. Are you sure it’s okay for you to start moving again?”

“……Yeah.”

Magna responded to Morgan’s words of concern with a slow nod. With the way his face was colored, it looked as if he could vomit at any second.

“……Electric Magna Typhoon……. Well, if you’re spinning that fast, maybe “tornado” would be a better way to describe it?”

Incidentally, Luck had been muttering things to himself for some time as he stood next to Magna, quietly enough for Magna not to hear him. Even if he picks a fight with him now, they were both too exhausted to battle.  

Anyway, after defeating the skeleton, they returned to the dungeon plunderers’ basecamp and ate all the medicinal plants they could find. While they were at it, they checked to see if the plunderers were all still alive, and after a short break – which, unfortunately, did not cure Magna’s motion sickness after having used their secret technique – they made their way to the treasure room for the second time.

“So, Morgan, is the key to the treasure room really hidden somewhere in this thing’s body?”

Magna asked as she examined the skull of the skeleton they just fought. The second they arrived, she picked up the skeleton and started messing with it, but…….

“Yes. This type of golem stores important items and items it stole from its opponents in a magic space it keeps inside of its body. The switch used to eject items from that space should be somewhere……. Ah, here it is!”

As she said this, Morgan pressed the skull’s mandible with her pinky finger, and,

Clatter clatter clatter

The skeleton spit out countless relics from its mouth, ranging from clothing, weapons, equipment, accessories, and more. In the blink of an eye, the pile of relics was as high as Magna’s knees.

“A ha ha! Amazing…… But, we have to search for the key to the treasure room in all this?”

“Seriously, how many intruders has this skeleton killed?”

Luck and Magna wearily muttered to themselves while they sifted through the articles left behind by the deceased. Morgan casually replied as she returned to messing with the skull.

“But, when you think about how long this dungeon has been around, you could say that the number of people this skeleton has killed isn’t that many. There are several other golems here, so maybe they took turns standing guard. Like, if it runs out of magic power, then another golem replaces it. But, if that’s true, then it should have something like a magic power supply port…….. ah, here it is!”

After confirming that the supply port was in its mouth, Morgan held the skull out toward Magna to show him.

“If you pour magic power into here, then that should restore the skeleton’s functionality. Please give this to somebody in the Magic Appraisal Division. Of course, since its been damaged to this degree, I don’t know how much functionality will actually return, but……”

“……..”

Magna didn’t take the skull. Instead, he stared at Morgan, stunned. Though Luck continued to sift through the relics, he, too, stared at her in admiration.  

“W-what is it? D-don’t tell me, once we’re finished with this dungeon, you’re going to tear all my skin off my body!?”

“No, we won’t……. anyway….”

Magna took the skull and said as if it were only obvious,

“Why don’t you join the Magic Knights?”

“……………Huh?”

In response to such sudden words, this time, it was Morgan who stared with stunned silence.

“Now that your siblings have grown up, there’s nothing left for you to do, right? Then, you should join the Magic Knights. You know so much about dungeons and golems, so I bet you’d be able to help out a lot.”

“A ha ha! I bet she would! If we’re with Morgan, then we can have fun capturing even the most dangerous dungeons! This year’s entrance exam already happened, but you should take the Magic Knights Entrance Exam next year!”

“Huh? Um, no……. I mean…… that’s just…….”

Hearing even Luck tell her this, she got absolutely flustered as she replied,

“There’s no way I’d be able to join……. I’m a peasant, and I’m too pessimistic……..”

…….Not just that.

She’s already…….

“It doesn’t matter if you’re a peasant or not. I told you earlier, didn’t I? I’m a peasant, too, and there’s a peasant even crazier than me in the Magic Knights! Hell, our Captain’s a foreigner! He won’t care about something like that!”

“A ha ha! You’re talking as if it’s already decided that she’s going to join the Black Bulls!”

“Well, is she’s gonna enter any squad, it would be the Black Bulls, right? Actually, we can probably get you in if we push for you hard enough!

As if to intercept Morgan’s pessimistic thoughts, Magna and Luck continued talking light-heartedly.

“Me and Luck can drill all that pessimism and good-for-nothing attitude right out of you! Our Captain’s also scary as hell, so even if you don’t want him to, you can rest assured that he’ll cure you of that!”

“And when he harasses you, Noelle-chan will step in to help you! She’s good at looking after others.”

“And there’s another girl on our team, Vanessa. I bet she would dote on-

Then, Magna and Luck realized it. As she listened to them speak so happily, she had a sad smile on her face. Then, tears began to pour down her face.

“……Jeez, why are you crying now? Now’s not really the time for that, is it?”

“……Huh? No……… Eh heh heh. Sniffle. It sounds like joining the Magic Knights would have been really fun…….”

She smiled at Luck and Magna as she wiped away her tears.

“We’re telling you. I bet you’ll totally pass the entrance exam, so-

“Sniffle, i-it’s not that.”

Morgan interrupted Luck as she wiped away the tears from her face,

“I’m already…….”

“……Oh?”

Just when Morgan was about to tell them something, Magna saw something sparkle near his hand.

“……Huh? Hey! Is this the key to the treasure room!?”

What he found was a key ornamented with a gaudy design. Magna picked it up and showed it to Morgan,

“……Ah.”

But her eyes fell toward a piece of paper that was fluttering in the wind.

“Ah…….Ahh, ahhh!”

Then she jumped back up and shouted with joy from the bottom of her heart.

“T-this is it! This is what I was looking for! This drawing!”

It was a portrait of a family with many children. It wasn’t drawn particularly well, but it was a warm piece that clearly conveyed how close the family was.

“…….Wait, huh? I thought you were looking for your grimoire?”

Magna asked her, completely befuddled. She hugged the drawing close to her as she cried.

“I kept this sandwiched in the pages of my grimoire……. Ah, I’m so glad it’s not torn! This was drawn by my older brother when my dad was still alive, so I’ve cherished it all this time!”

“……I see.”

Seeing this warm display, Luck nodded. Morgan’s reaction seemed a little over-exaggerated at first, but given her circumstances, it was no wonder that she would be so moved.

“So, where’s your grimoire, I wonder?”

Luck was about to continue fishing through the pile of relics, but,

“!!”

He found something else, a frilled top. It was exactly the same as the one Morgan was wearing.

These were the articles of the deceased - the articles of those who have been killed by the golem. If her things are here, then……

“……I don’t have a grimoire anymore.”

Tightly grasping the drawing in her hands, she smiled sadly at the two once more.

“After all, I’m…… already dead.”

“No no. This isn’t the time for crappy jokes…….”

Magna laughed at Morgan’s abrupt declaration, but,

“…………”

Morgan’s body slowly began turning transparent before their eyes.

“What……. The hell? What the hell!? You……. Why are you disappearing on us!? Hey!?”

“I don’t really understand it, either…… I think, since I don’t have any regrets left, I can finally move on to the afterlife……. I guess? This is the first time this has ever happened to me, so I don’t really know, but I feel sleepy, and I feel my mana leaving my body, so……”

She said nonchalantly, and then silently lowered her head.

“Um, I’m sorry for deceiving you. If I told you ‘Hello, I’m a ghost. Please help me achieve peace,’ I figured you wouldn’t believe me.”

“You’re a ghost? How...…….?”

Magna whispered, causing Morgan to make a troubled expression.

“…….Honestly, I don’t really understand how I became this way, either.”

She gazed at her own transparent body and smiled sadly.

“I know for a fact that I was killed by that golem. The moment I died, I thought……. I want to look at this drawing one last time. I felt this so strongly that my coating magic covered my own body……. After that, although my body was dead, I had successfully coated my consciousness…… and I became like this.”

“Is that even-

Magna was going to ask if that was even possible, but he did not finish. After all, her body, which was steadily losing both its magical power and its presence, was all the evidence he needed. She said that her coating magic covers objects with her mana. If she coated her own soul with her magic, and used her mana to make it take the form of her body, then it was possible…….

“No way. No way! You’re lying! Even if you managed to do all that, wouldn’t you have gone straight back to your family!?  Why were you wandering around in such a dangerous place like this!?”

Magna blew up, but Morgan’s sad smile remained unchanging.

“I tried leaving here countless times, but I’m borrowing such a huge amount of mana from this dungeon that I’ve essentially become a part of it……. Whenever I tried to leave, I began to disappear.”

“…….H-Huh!? Don’t screw with me!! You should’ve just used your fighting spirit! If you pour in enough fighting spirit……. You might be able to get out! The Black Bulls’ employment conditions are pretty lax! Nobody’s going to care if you’re a ghost!”

Magna was fully aware that what he was saying was ridiculous. However, he didn’t want to admit it. He thought that the girl before him would become one of them. He didn’t want to admit that she was dead.

“Eh heh heh, sorry…….. it’s a bit too late for fighting spirit now. Now that my body is like this, it will be impossible for me to take your employment exam……. or see my family.”

She watched as her hands continued to fade away before returning her gaze to the drawing of her family.

“……That’s why, at least, I wanted to see this drawing.”

“……!!”

Magna reflexively reached for her waist and held her close. He could still feel her there as he held her. The girl named Morgan was still there, and yet……!!

“Umm….. this might be weird to hear from me, but cheer up! It’s my fault that I died, so…… I’ve already accepted my fate. I knew this would happen someday. I even worked hard so that this could happen someday.”

She smiled as she said this, but then, with a lowered gaze, she continued,

“…….But, still……”

Tears began to stream down her face.

“I would have loved to join the Magic Knights. If I was with you two, eh heh heh, I bet it would have been so much fun…….”

“……….”

Luck clenched his fists tightly, and Magna bit his lip, trying to endure the pain he was feeling. This was too sudden. Too cruel.

“……If I joined the Magic Knights, would even someone like me have been useful?”

“…….Yeah. Absolutely. You would’ve helped us out a lot.”

Luck was looking up as he replied, his replies short. He felt that he shouldn’t try to cram in too many words since she was going to disappear soon.

“Thank you……. Sorry, I’m getting really sleepy.”

The moment she said this, her presence began to diminish sharply. It was time to say goodbye.

“Well then, umm…… I’m not sure what would be a good thing to say, but, Magna-san, Luck-san, thank you for all you did for someone like me. I’m really-

“Hey!!”

Magna shouted, interrupting her final words. Then, he held up the key to the treasure room.

“…… We promise we won’t let what you left us go to waste.”

He removed his sunglasses and wiped his eyes. After doing so, he looked Morgan straight in the eyes,

“We’ll definitely use this!”

with his usual grin on his face.

“That’s why I’m telling you, there’s no reason to cry or be so pessimistic ……You’ve already helped us out a ton!”

“……Eh heh heh. Thank you!”

In response to his usual clumsy way of trying to look after her, a bashful smile bloomed on her face.

“……….”

And then she disappeared without a trace.

 “……Well then, let’s open it.”

“Yeah.”

After she disappeared, the two stood still in a daze for some time. Then, they started sifting through the articles of the deceased once more. They folded her clothes and placed the drawing she had been looking for on top. When everything was over, they planned to go the village of Seitan and return her belongings to her family. Once they finished sifting through everything, they wordlessly made their way to the door leading to the treasure room.

This was all to fulfill their long-held desire. They were going to dig through those treasures and find something that might help heal Asta’s arms. That was their mission.

“A ha ha…… you okay, Magna? You can cry a little more if you want, you know?”

Luck said teasingly as he patted Magna’s shoulder. He was partly messing with Magna as he usually does, but he was partly sincere, too. It was shocking enough for Luck that Morgan was dead, but Magna’s heart was more human than his. There was no way that he would be able to accept such a sudden farewell, but……

“……We don’t have time for that.”

Magna responded to Luck’s concern by forcefully returning Luck’s shoulder pat.

“We’ll use what she left behind to help Asta. That’s the best farewell gift we can give her.”

“……Yeah.”

Being useful to someone - He honestly wasn’t sure if she was always that worried about being useful. Perhaps that line of thought emerged because she was faced with death and what she had done while she was alive. However, she certainly left behind something useful to them. He wasn’t sure if they would find something that would cure Asta’s arms. However, there had to be something in that treasure room that would prove useful to somebody. Even that skeleton’s skull that she left behind should be useful to their researchers.

Therefore, the best memorial service they could offer her was to add “meaning” to her death. To give her death meaning, there were things they needed to do. He didn’t have time to cry.

“Alright! Then, let’s fire up our fighting spirits and carry out all this treasure!”

He yelled loudly to dispel his current feelings. He put the key in the lock and threw open the door to the treasure room.

“!!”

The first thing that caught his attention was the dazzling glow of all the silver and gold treasures piled in the room, and there were just as many magic tools as there were treasures. Also,

[Magic power signal confirmed]

Inside the treasure room was another black skeleton, the same kind as the one they just defeated. In fact, there were ten of them, all saying the exact same phrase, all turning toward Magna and Luck at the exact same time.

“……….”

Magna slowly closed the door.

‘…….Come to think of it, Morgan did say that there might be other skeletons around.’

However, to think there would be so many of them, and they’re all here……

“Luck, how much mana have you recovered?”

“Hmmm……five…… no, I’d say I’m at about four percent.”

“……Me too.”

This wasn’t a question of leveling up anymore. There was no way they would be able to take on that many opponents in their current condition.

“……Then, we’ll have to do it.”

“……Right.”

This was impossible - not without surpassing their limits, that is.

“You say that, but…… A ha ha! You’re totally scared, aren’t you, Magna?”

“…….Who’re you calling scared?”

Luck covered his whole body with lightning while Magna laid his Grand Slam against his shoulder.

Even Morgan, as clumsy as she was, did her best and landed a blow against that skeleton. She surpassed the limits of life and death itself and guided them. That means, even they should……

“I’m shaking from excitement.”

After saying this, he threw open the door,

“Wait for us, Astaaaaaaaaaa!”

And the special assault squad sprinted onward into the treasure room.

--- The Special Assault Squad Sprints Onward: The End ---

I have to admit I’m generally not a fan of “oh, that character was dead the whole time” twists, but it works for a chapter featuring Magna and Luck. Magna’s one of the most emotional members of the cast, and Luck’s one of those types who understands conceptually that something is sad but doesn’t fully feel it. Seeing the two of them come to terms with her death and Luck trying to be considerate of Magna’s feelings makes for a good exploration of their characters, I think.

Anyway, this completes novel 2. The next chapter I will translate is from the first novel, and it features Yami and Magna teaching at a magic academy. And Fuegoleon’s actually awake for this one!

[diangeloyoyok]

my review on pjo movies

first up with have The Lighting Thief obviously

 Poseidon’s entrance lowkey kinda fire but high key weird

‘it’s been many years’ didn’t y’all just have that winter solstice party together ???

‘if your son if the thief i will send him to the pits of tartarus’ ouch that hurt ngl

logan lerman 🥺

he would’ve been such a good percy if they did the movies when he was younger IDC IDC IDC

i stan black grover and just grover overall

i wish we got to see my bitch nancy

sally and percy sallY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY

gabe to me is just *hmm* perfect in this movie, he’s not as mean in the movies but he’s still an asshole ehehehe

i love Chiron actor i think it’s very accurate

also wtf chiron is bros with the big three lols 😹

y’all know jenna davis?- that’s who the girl who plays ms dodd’s looks like

so they just gonna ignore him and tak ab him while he’s RIGJT. THERE.

‘This is a pen. This is a pen.’

‘Are you guys crazy? This is a pen man!’

the scene with gabe makes me uncomfy bc percy says in the book gabe never hits percy in front of sally but ok 😗✌️

leaving percy was the *mOST* difficult thing poseidon *the GOD of water* has ever done wow percy is that cool

‘You’re half donkey?!”

i am da wittlest minotaur 😳✨🙈

such a subtle entrance to the camp love it

why y’all give percy the pen before he supposed to be a badass and rip the horn off wjth his hands but ig

wait so in this dumbass movie percy doesn’t even do anything to get the horn goodbye

i’m still very pissed that they took the scene of annabeth sayjng ‘you drool when you sleep’ but it’s fine i’m NOT fine

why is no one wearing camp shirts 🤬

they may be wrong but i didnt know it was ‘brUnner’ not ‘brUNner’

it’s kinda cute how when percy first sees annabeth he’s like ‘ooouuu who’s that name now 😌😏”

brown haired blue eyed looking ass BITCH

‘A real horses ass’ laughed a LITTLE

so the poseidon cabin is just *THAT* open poor percy no privacy

oh wait wth they already know his daddy poseidon 🤨

like everyone just knew ????

when did percy get new clothes the fuck

why did everyone laugh and shake their heads when chiron introduced percy what whores

omg luke 🥺

i know everyone knows this but it’s *SOOOOOOOOO* unrealistic annabeth and luke aren’t on the same team. like i’m pretty sure in the first book annabeth said they had a permanent allies type thing with the hermes cabin

‘that’s a sword! that’s a sword’ aw baby luke why’d you have to be evil 🙁🤚

where the FUCK did that bitch tryna be annabae come from

she realky said ‘i love trees🌲☺️❤️’

why does annabeth act like clarisse during capture the flag

also the fuCK WHERE MY BABY CLARISSE

why are there like actual 30 yr olds at camp

luke was so excited when he saw percy get up he said ‘omg no way✨’

so suddenly percy just knows sword play 😀

and deFEATS ANNABETH WE ALL KNOW HE CANT EVEN DO THAT NOW

y’all red heads a bunch of babies

i already know it’s coming

shit no

i hate it

i hate it so much

already ew’d out

‘i definitely have strong feelings for you, i just haven’t decided if they’re positive or negative yet.’

‘well you let me know when you figure it out’

‘you’ll be the first’

why they just drinking nectar for fun?? like bruh you tryna die or sum

after that i can’t watch anymore tonight

it’s been like 3 weeks but let’s not talk about that

i’m not even gonna comment on the campfire scene anymore my god

i like how in movies everyone is like “omg the underworld so scary percy you can’t go that’s so dangerous you will DIE”

and in the books they’re like “yeah it’s dangerous but whateva you 12 yr olds have fun down there bring me a souvenir!!”

why does luke have?? video?? games?? in?? his?? cabin??

WAIT LIKE A WHOLE ASS TECHNOLOGY SETUP WHAT

why is luke the only one in his cabin like where’s the stolls and chris 😳

you mean to tell me luke broke into hermes house just for like funzies and to steal shit?

sounds like travis and connor but ok✨

what the fuck even is the whole pearl plot

i don’t even wanna talk about the medusa scene

percy has an ipod 🤡

“i’ve only been in the outside world a few times” did you fucking practice driving those few times or WHAT

if percy could actually heal people with water wowie imagine how useful

why did percy bring swimming trunks on a quest

can this brown haired bitch shut up already

sally never took gabes last name excuse you 🤣

ofc it’s fucking fox news giving us that bullshit info on sally

they in nashville wee-doggie 🤠

‘hey it’s your mom’ obviously dumbass she has eyes

so they hid in the potty room for like 5 hours? huh

yeah let’s jus facetime lukey real quick 🥰

silly boy percy

“how flipping awesome was that”

does percy even know he can bend water in the first book

that’s gonna be an unexplainable statue for the workers tmrw

lotus hotel baby

the only reason this movie is watchable

vegas be lookin kinda fresh i wannna go

i wanna stay at the lotus hotel this place looks sick asf

lotus flower treats yummy yum

here comes gaga 😮

why they laugjing so much

wonder if nico likes gaga

imagine like 10 yr old nico just straight vibing there

grover pulling out the dance movies yessir 🤩

“no❤️ percy don’t eat the flower”

why didn’t percy just like grab the flowers and throw them

OOOO KESHA WE LOVE TO SEE IT

TIKTOK ON THE CLOCK BUT THE PARTY DONT STOP NOW WOAHWOAHWOAH

i’m bored ✨

ooo skeletons

charon my queen 👑🥳

“we drowned in a bathtub, all three of us” 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

i wish that was in the movie

i wish a lot of things were in the movie hit that is high

we’re in the same boat in the very same boat

how do you get seasick in an elevator- BOAT?

the way to the underworld is over the styx it’s a river

i know, you show off chicks

sexist much? go make a splash

i’ll splash you

it’s like watching titian’s clash, they’ll kill each other it they’ll kiss if we’re lucky they’ll end up in an abyss

um

anyways✨

hades do be looking kinda cool tho

that’s a cool ring you got there hades

omg mommy sally 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

how did percy not notice the lightening bolt in the damn shield befORE???

“it’s luke shield he betrayed us”

damn she switched sides real fast

this phoney bitch why does she want power and a war sis go plant shit

i refuse to believe hades is abusive sorry sis you ain’t fooling me

god where’s Juniper when you need her

so no fight between percy and aries 🤡

instead we have lukey pukey

omh he’s the lightening thief i did not see that coming ong 😳

^^ me on twitter after it’s revealed on the percy jackson tv show

can this luke character chile

percy pulled a harry styles and said “i’m falling” 😔

i’m thE SON OF POSEIDON I NEVER ASKED TO BE BUT IM THE SON OF POSEIDON

“yeah, i think i am the son of poseidon”

okay 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

omG i goT bUtTerFliEs

how does s-dog jusy know how to get to olympus did y’all get freaky up there or

that’s actually kinda how i imagine olympus looking so

i guess

good job

maybe

what is this ant man why they so small

“i have no connection to poseidon”

p-dog looked kinda hurted 😳

as if zeus would ever compliment percy

has athena ever told annabeth *or any of her kids* i’m proud of you

“i need to speak with him” “just this once”

yet we got poseidon showing up once in awhile just to say hi

7 months? 😀

percy was 7 months old?

now i don’t remember much but i don’t think it was that long luv ❤️

“always”

i thought i was watching percy jackson not harry potter tf is up

sally and percy have my whole heart

g-man got his horns

chiron 🥺✨

missed my main hoe 😍

why are there so many fucking campers

there’s like 500

let’s take a chill pill shall we

annabeth and percy look like siblings in this

 incest 😳

they bouta fiGHTshe better have won

k well that’s it thank the gods 😘

i’ll be back in like 4 months to review sea of monsters i need a break of bullshit

OH ITS NOT OVER

it’s gabe

he pulled a demi

stone cold

stone cold

everyone will be happier without him

[has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong]

Just Another Day in Fuyuki

Follows the events of Fuyuki’s 5th Holy Grail war from the perspective of an ordinary student.* (also lmao i put it on ao3 too)

*(This idea was based off a hilarious YouTube comment I read)

The first time she realized that something was rotten within the town of Fuyuki was on a cool, midnight blue night. It was a night like no other, ivory rays of moonlight dancing atop her skin as she took a casual jog past the all-too familiar gates of Homurahara Academy.

It should’ve been a normal night, yet the streets were much more silent than usual. Before she could spin to the side to cross over to the next junction; a powerful array of red lights assaulted her eyes, darting around like spirits.

‘WHAT?’ As she looked back, she saw that the red lights were emanating from none other than Homurahara Academy itself! That was strange, she had never witnessed such an event before.

‘Looks like we’ve got a case of delinquents at our place as well, huh?’ All it took was a split second for her to turn her back against the bizarre sight, regarding it as no more than a minor prank. Well of course she did. It’s not as if anything exciting happened within Fuyuki, anyway!

Little did she know that such an action may have saved her very life...

‘Good morning. Recently we’ve been sighting reports of multiple gas leaks and bloodless murders. In addition to this, there’s recently been an online trend of blurry pictures of people wearing suspicious cosplay being shared online. Many sources suggest that...’

As the local Fuyuki news blared yet more macabre news surrounding recent incidents, the young girl slipped on her wood brown loafers, as she patted down her coffee brown school jumper.

The young girl’s name was none other than Sakaki Ayane; a student of Homuhara Academy. As she jammed her plain, homemade bento filled to the brim with Strawberry Cream Sandwiches and Fried Chicken Cutlets into her extremely ordinary school bag, and switched off the plain television with a bland remote, a singular thought passed her mind.

‘It really is just another normal day in Fuyuki today!’ Sure, the news was terrifying- but hey, as long as her daily peace wasn’t disturbed, she was fine! Slamming the door to her basic house closed, she skipped through the mundane streets of her hometown, warm sunlight beaming down on her face, as she bowed politely to  fellow shop-owners and neighbors.

See, her life was totally fine! There was no need to worry about the news, or that time she witnessed giant fireworks at her school, after all! Everything was definitely all-ok!

As she prowled past numerous mounds of identically-emblazoned students, and sat herself right in the middle of Fujimura Taiga’s homeroom class- students guffawing at their sensei’s top-notch sense of humor- she breathed a sigh of relief.

However once lunchtime passed, Ayane was shocked speechless by a minor change to her daily lifestyle. Just as usual, her orange-haired classmate- Emiya Shirou- had caught the entire hall’s attention, due to his lively interactions with a twin-tailed genius named Tohsaka Rin. Ayane was pretty used to their interactions by now- Emiya would bust out into an awkward show, whilst students would gasp, their faces marred with awe and jealousy. As for Rin, she knew next to nothing about the beautiful girl, except for the fact that she’d sometimes catch her mid-conversation with Emiya, using rather surreal vocabulary such as ‘holy grail’ and ‘mages’.

Thinking it was nothing much, Ayane was convinced that Emiya and Tohsaka were a bunch of Roleplayers or something. She didn’t know much about the genre, but found it to be quite fun to imagine scenarios such as being a mage fighting over holy grails, and fighting dangerous beasts- such as skeleton armies. ‘I mean, why else would they talk as if they’re in the middle of a quest?’ Taking another humongous munch out of her sandwich, shock finally settled into her pores once she noticed that something was a little off about their interactions this time.

‘Where’s Shinji?’ That greasy-seaweed-haired, smug little man’s features were very prominent in Ayane’s mind. Based on her assumptions, he was the kind of idiot who kept on trying to interrupt Emiya and Tohsaka’s Roleplay sessions- much to both their chagrins.

However, this time- he wasn’t here at all?! Where had he gone off to? ‘I guess they finally kicked him off their Roleplay club, once and for all.’ Ayane heaved a sigh at that. She had no idea why they’d accommodate such a selfish guy in the first place; seeing as he always kept on trying to centre their Roleplaying on topics concerning himself instead! ‘If I was a Roleplayer, I definitely wouldn’t want him on my squad!’ Incredulously tapping her feet against the linoleum flooring; she tried to think of various reasons as to why Shinji was kicked out of the gang.

But it was to no avail. Slamming her head against the tea brown shade of her desk, she groaned.

That was it! There was no choice but to catch the latest gossip! Packing up her lunchbox, she rushed out of the classroom like a blur of wind; leaving bemused classmates in her wake. Running as if her life depended on it, she leapt onto the school roof; caught sight of the local gossips- and pulled out a spare sandwich.

“I’ll offer you this sandwich! So, spare me the news, what’s going on with Shinji?!”

A bunch of confused girls, smack bang in the middle of a game of cards- looked up at Ayane, their faces confused.

“Shinji? Who’s Shinji again?” A girl with blonde hair and piercings shrugged her shoulders.

“You know, that rich guy? That one that has cash leaking outta his pockets.”

“Oh, that guy? Have no clue.”

“A friend of a friend of a friend dated him. Said he’s a pain in the butt to be around.”

“Yes, that’s the one!” Ayane pointed excitedly, as she plonked herself in between the girls, her body heaving with laboured breaths. “So, what happened? When did he disappear?”

“If you want details like that, you’re gonna have to offer more than a sandwich,” The blonde-haired girl whined. “You’re always asking us for gossip these days, Ayane.”

“A-ah, is that so?” Anxiously wiping sweat off her forehead, Ayane rummaged through her bag: oodles of paper; pretty rocks; textbooks and other strange materials clattering onto the stone ground. Eventually, she uncovered a small talisman from her bag, eyes gleaming with excitement. “How about this then? I’m sure this is worth quite a bit of yen!”

“Dude, my sister bought that for 500 yen the other day. No dice from me.”

“It’s pretty cute, though...I’ll take it!” As one girl happily exchanged it with Ayane, the others spun their heads in horror.

“Kikuo! You damn betrayer!”

“You can’t be human, accepting such a cheapskate offer!”

“Damn, though...I can relate. Who can resist cute things, amirite?”

As they began to squabble, Ayane laughed. Nothing beat a good gossip session!

The school day had finally ended, with only the loud cheering and yells of various school clubs filling the now empty halls of Homurahara Academy. As she pulled out her loafers from her metallic gray shoe locker; a conflicted expression crossed her face, as she recalled the events of her gossip session.

“Ah, that Shinji? Well, it was really odd, but he pissed off right after a major incident hit our school!”

“W-what happened?” Ayane was more or less right in the other girl’s face, her eyes bulging with curiosity.

“E-erm, well...” Blushing awkwardly, the girl scratches her face. “I mean, weren’t you there? It was kinda unforgettable.”

“Actually, I decided to take a day off school that day.” Ayane’s directness was like a major slap in the face for the others. “School can be really boring sometimes...”

“I had a feeling you’d say that...” Another sighed. “Well anyway, some HUGE shit happened. Like we were all sitting in class one second-”

“- and then there was this weird- ass red light-”

‘What is it with our school and red lights?’ Ayane’s gut instinct could tell that something was strange about this story. It felt unreal.

“-Yeah, and then like everything just blacked out. Like the only memory I have is of me waking up the next day or something.” The other girls nodded in assent. “It’s like some freaky curse possessed the shit out of Homurahara Academy or something!”  None of them were able to fill in the missing blanks about what happened; eventually blaming it all on poison gas.

“Well, anyway; Shinji disappeared from that day onwards. Not like that’s a bad thing, mind you.” And that was it.

As Ayane exited the gates, a heavy cloud permeated her mind. Time was certainly out of joint, for them to not even be able to recall what happened! ‘Maybe Shinji was possessed by a ghost...’ Strolling by the courtyard, she caught sight of a familiar purple-haired student.

It was Matou Sakura. Because Ayane was such a nosy student, she recognised her as that one shy girl who’d label her classmate-Emiya, as her senpai. As she passed the girl, she bowed ever-so-slightly in respect, as Sakura embarrassedly bowed back. Watching after her back, yet another terrifying wash of surprise crawled across her back.

Didn’t Sakura usually meet up with that one super-glamorous, plum-haired model-like lady on her way home? It was strange to see Sakura walking home alone.

‘Shit’s really hitting the fan now...’ Ayane mused, as she turned in the opposite direction. She needed an emotional escape to purge herself of the encroaching force of dread threatening to engulf her body. ‘Ah, that’s it! Let’s go to the harbour!’ Regaining her previous sense of joy, Ayane more or less sprinted to Fuyuki Harbour. Aside from a few guests, people going fishing- and the odd seagull- it was often quiet, making it the perfect place for silent contemplation!

She more or less flew towards the harbour, breathing in a deep gulp of the fresh sea air once she arrived. The harbour was like heaven, drifting clouds trundling overhead. Pointing exuberantly at that one special lighthouse perched far away, she grinned. ‘This is the best- OH?!’

Before she could release a scream of joy, she caught sight of something.

It seemed as if she wasn’t alone at the harbour, after all. Shielding her eyes from the billowing wind, she caught sight of a rather fit man in skin-tight black pants; and a figure-hugging white shirt. But what really caught her off-guard was his bold blue locks of hair.

‘Hey, wait a minute!! Why does he remind me of those blurry pictures of people wearing suspicious cosplay?!’ Clamping a hand over her mouth, she prayed to all of the gods and deities in the world to disguise her presence. Seeing as the man was looking so intently at the sea, she didn’t want to disturb his peace time. ‘What a shame...’ One of Ayane’s favourite hobbies was to scream at the harbour, where nobody else could hear her. However, she would be cordial to this visitor today. ‘You better watch out, blue hair!’ She declared in her mind; fists clenched. ‘I’ll be considerate today, but won’t be next time! If I see you again, you’ll definitely have to put up with me screaming at the sea!!’

As she moonwalked as silently as possible away from the sparkly man, a major thought hit her mind. ‘There sure have been a lot of beautiful people with stunning hair colours hanging out in Fuyuki lately...’ It made her somewhat excited yet terrified at the same time to see just how much her daily life was changing.

Oh well, there was no choice but for her to release her pent-up emotions somewhere else instead. As a rather detailed map of Fuyuki appeared within her mind, a lightbulb popped in her brain. ‘The Fuyuki City Centre!’ Nothing was better than throwing one’s emotions at a cup of ice cream. ‘I’m a genius,’ Ayane twirled down the road, pattering rays of sun following behind. After screaming at the sky in the park (startling a few children); and buying the biggest matcha sundae that she could afford, she was all set for the day and ready to go home.

Although today had been quite suspicious, things were finally settling back to normal. Or so she thought. All peace instantly came to a halt, as she bumped into something quite long. ‘Oh crap!’ Raising her head, she came face-to-face with none other than a human wearing a... strange combination between a... biker outfit and school uniform? ‘Never seen an outfit like that before.’ As she bowed in apology, a piercing gaze reminiscent of death itself froze her body to its very core.

“The humans of this era are such pathetic mongrels...” The voice trailed off, as the harsh man’s presence all but disappeared.

‘Err...What?’ Once he was out of sight, her legs buckled; as she fell to the ground- passer-by's sparing her disgruntled glances. ‘I’ve never felt a presence that scary before...’ Clutching her heart anxiously, the shadow of death curled itself around her chest; suffocating her breath. It would take until the pitch black of night for her to regain her composure again. As she trawled back home within the dark, Ayane exhaled painfully, clutching her head.

What a weird day this had been! ‘I’m so glad I’m home now.’ Relieved, she withdrew her jangling keys from her bag; overjoyed to be right in front of her basic house again!

“Yay, I’m home-?!!!!” The ground beneath her rattled ominously, as she toppled to the ground- her eyes rattling wildly. Powerful tremors rippled around her, warping Fuyuki into the most demonic rollercoaster ride she had ever had the displeasure of experiencing.

‘WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!!!’ Idealistic images of the bland, mundane Fuyuki that she loved were shattering, right before her eyes. As a mere human she was blissfully unaware of the blood-curdling terrors lurking right beside her, in this cursed town...This was the fate of those unaware of the events of the Fifth Holy Grail War.

THE END

(lmao Ayane is the weirdest original character EVER. However, I do wonder what random passers-by think about all of the strange crap occurring in Fuyuki!)