#but when someone calls him a guy I'm like.....eh? that just sounds wrong. no. no.

[faeryarchives]

when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace trappola x f!reader)

summary: the rising streamer ace trappola has always been teased by his friends and fans about his failed relationships - that is until one certain stream where each and everyone of them were proven wrong.

note: ok i had this idea at 1 in the morning i was like 'hmmm what if we make a streamer series for twst?' and its just full of fluff and crack like no magic au + everyone is just normal

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it was around saturday midnight when everyone should be asleep, but ace trappola decided it was a good time to stream a horror game out of all possible games he could play with his friends. they all started as friends before starting the game but i fear he might have none after the stream.

"crabby, where are you~?" the sound of floyd humming through the mic sent shivers down the boy's back as he tried hiding from the hunter. "it's so funny to see floyd just have this tunnel vision to kill ace." jamil's smooth voice rang out, obviously amuse how the scene was unfolding. 

"oh flooooyd! ace is hiding in the house with the telephone!"

"i hate all of you, after this game i am blocking everyone!" seeing him become the victim in the game and everyone turning on against him, his fans flood the live stream chat with laughing emojis and 'take the l'.

"ace, become a good bait while we fix the car." he heard ruggie and deuce laugh at his misery before their characters ran opposite his direction.

"okay who is the one that said floyd should be the hunter this round? hey, hey, hey! stop chasing after me- am i the only player in this game?! epel is right here!" in an act of desperation, ace tried to hide behind epel's character instead but only to receive massive damage when the attack hit him instead.

"eh... but guppy-chan isn't even trying to run away, which is boring!"

"wait, really?" he then stopped running. ace turned to face the hunter's character, trying to see if floyd would actually kill him, only to notice something wrong a little too late. "heh, gotcha,"  ace screamed into his mic, watching his character gets stuck in the tree and meet his demise as floyd split him into half literally. the words 'you died' appeared on the streamer's screen. 

gloomurai: wow you are so great in this game 🤣

"i see you idia-senpai! it's not my fault they all turned against me!"

wani-sama🔧: it's your karma for selling them out to ruggie last game

"yeah, yeah... well, i'm always the last one to get caught, so this can be pretty relaxing." the streamer smirked as he watched from deuce's point of view where he is currently lost in the woods. 

"i get to watch them die but knowing floyd he might quit mid-game." to used to being the first one out, ace sighed, switching from one point of view to another. bored ou of his mind, he looked at the corner of his screen, ace looked at the comments curiously as they try suggesting things.

muscle-red: why don't you do a q and a while waiting then?

"question and answer? don't you guys basically know me already?" ace looked at the screen intently, contemplating whether he should do it.

"fucking viper i swear!" suddenly someone joined the call causing ace to jump in surprised, only to realize it was ruggie. 

"how did you die?"

"jamil betrayed me because we thought it was a four-seater car. it turns out it was only two!" hearing this, ace turned to jamil's point of view and snickered about how he and epel got chased by the sneaky eel. "welcome to the dead club."

as if he could imagine his senior rolling his eyes at his words, he smirked smugly - karma does bite back hard. "hardy har... what were you doing? i heard something about a question and answer?"

"chat wants me to have another q and a portion, what more do i have to tell you guys?"

cowabunga: how is the search for your beloved mwishxr: there is no use in asking that 

"search for my beloved? hey!"

"shishishi! even your viewers are against you!"

it's a running joke in ace's community on how he was immediately dump by his ex girlfriend one week after dating. it wasn't like he wanted to share the story - he shared it as a batsu game after losing a round of uno. usually, when asked about his search for a girlfriend, ace would get all red and try to defend himself from the single until he became old allegations.

but today was surprising because not only did he not become all flustered and defensive - ace trappola looked smug even as he leaned his head into his palm and laughed.

"hmm, i wonder about that?" from behind, ace could hear approaching footsteps stopping next to him, and the live stream chat went wild and even ruggie who was looking at ace's stream right now watched with wide eyes as someone who was wearing the streamer's well-known sweater stood beside him.

"what the fuck?!"

gloomurai: ?!?!? muscle-red: what is with the sudden plot twist wani-sama🔧: WAIT wani-sama🔧: IS THAT-?!

"heya (nickname)~" ace hummed, turning his gaming chair facing your direction, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist as he grinned at you ever so cheekily. "you're late!"

"what are you five? i don't even know why you want me to come over." you rolled your eyes, trying to push him away playfully, only to run your fingers through his hair and chuckle.

seeing him lazily smiling at you causes you to succumb to your urge to pinch his cheeks - hard, making ace cry out in pain. before you could even ask another question, you saw something flash at the corner of your eye causing you to look at his monitor - realizing that he is still streaming. while holding onto you. and he not even on mute!

"this is all your plan, wasn't..." holding his face in your hands, ace could only laugh and nod, his hand quickly pulling you down, making you sit on his lap as he proudly present you to everyone. "as you can see, i am not hopeless anymore!"

wani-sama🔧: WHAT ARE YOU DOING SIS?!

"how is it possible i could hear sebek through the screen..." you sigh, leaning your back on ace and waved at the camera so casually as if the chat and ruggie weren't surprised at all.

"i just want to say to chat that ace didn't have my family in hostage." with you hand wrapped around his, you put up up and showed it to the camera. "and he is stuck with me."

hearing at just what you said made everyone in the chat go insane erupting into numerous emoji and something with the lines of 'oh my god he is not lying!' or just exclamation but nothing beats the reaction of your friends.

"(name) you settled for a guy like him?!" you could hear ruggie's surprised voice through your boyfriend's headset and honestly, you were contemplating if you would agree or just laugh it off.

"what can i say? sometimes, idiots have their charms."

jamil-viper: i can't believe you got (name) of all people... deuce-spade: oh thank god i don't have to keep it a secret anymore. wani-sama🔧: YOU KNEW?! epel-felmier: i think that's the effect of not our gc !!

the stream goes on with ace finally having his bragging rights and the twitter stans going crazy about the sudden girlfriend reveal. oh well, karma does hit back hard doesn't it?

[dandylovesturtles]

More Sidelined propaganda for @tmntaucompetition ! Today's special guest star is Omega from Replica by @kathaynesart

I promise that the 100ft boys aren't my redheaded stepchildren I've just had more ideas for Sidelined so far (and also they've been in a comp before). I'll try to write something for them sooner rather than later.

But for now, this!

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"Ohmigosh, look at that!" calls Mikey, pointing excitedly. "It's a cartoon Donnie!"

It's not hard to tell what he means - some kind of screen mounted on a wheeled tripod, with a cartoon Donnie face making various expressions as he "looks" around at the assembled turtles. Leo wheels his chair towards him, grinning mischievously.

"Look guys, Donnie finally evolved to his final form."

"Hah hah, I haven't heard that one a hundred times before just today," says the Donnie on the screen.

"He even does sarcasm like Donnie!" squeals Mikey.

"Faaaascinating," says Leo's Donnie, leaning in close to observe. "I would think this Donatello is just broadcasting from some remote location, but then why the sprite-based representation of myself? Mikey's handiwork, I assume."

"Correct that it is Mikey's artwork, however, wrong that I am a Donatello broadcasting from a remote location." The cartoon Donnie looks entirely too smug, even in 2D. "I am a fully autonomous AI made from Donatello's personality and memories. I am Omegabootyshaker9000, but most people call me Omega."

"An AI!? Of me!?" Donnie is really buzzing now, practically fluttering around the tripod. "Oh, that's brilliant! Ooooh, I would love to get a look at your programming - may I?"

"Nope, my programming is proprietary, as you well know."

Donnie's face falls. "Awww, come on! Your creator and I are the same person!"

"The deviations between our timelines would suggest that they are not. But nice try."

Donnie immediately turns sulky, pouting off to the side of the Leo's wheelchair. Leo wants to laugh at him, but something more important than his brother's disappointment occurs to him.

"Hey, if you're one of Dee's AI, I know someone who'd want to meet you."

So saying, he reaches around the back of his chair, under the various things he has hanging in the way (as always) and taps on the little drone stowed there. He hears a questioning whirr, then the sound of rotors slowly starting up, and then Shelldon pushes his way out from under Leo's hoodie, stretching his rotor discs like they're limbs.

"Sup dudes?"

"Check it out, Shelly - it's one of your big brothers!”

"Hm?" Shelldon blinks at him, still booting up, before finally looking at Omega. That seems to shock him all the way awake, zipping toward the screen and doing a lap around it. "Whoa! A Dee AI!?"

"Shelldon!" cries out Omega, looking delighted. "Oh, look at you! You look so young!"

"Hey, I'm not young! I'm version 13.0.8!"

"Ah, almost version 14..." Omega chuckles. "I know how much trouble you gave Donatello back in those days."

"He gives me plenty of trouble now," huffs Donnie, still sulking.

"Eh, don't listen to him," says Leo, waving it off. "Shelly's great!"

"You are part of the reason I have so much trouble with him," Donnie argues. "You're a bad influence!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"They update so fast," says Omega, interrupting their bickering. His sprite has a look of wistful nostalgia. "You should really cherish this time, you know."

"Eugh." Donnie makes a face. "There's nothing about this time to cherish. I'll be glad when he updates out of it."

"You think that now," says Omega, "but whenever Donatello remembered those years... he missed it."

The past tense applied to his twin makes something in Leo's stomach twist. Though they're out of his sight, he can sense Mikey and Raph tensing up, too. For the first time, Leo has to ask himself why Donnie needed to make an AI to store his memories and personality. And he doesn't like any of the plausible answers.

Omega seems to realize after a moment that he's sobered the mood, because he does a very exaggerated clearing of his throat and says, "So, that wheelchair is interesting, he said in a very natural segue. Is that a Genius Built original?"

"Uh," says Donnie, and then he kickstarts into motion. "Why yes! Yes it is! You know, I can show you the schematics if you just let me see-"

"Haha, nice try again! But no."

"Awwww, come on!"

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Outbreak Pt 1 (LU in Healthcare)

(Content warning: This is likely to hit close to home for everyone as it's essentially a pandemic fic told from healthcare workers' POV. It's as mild as I can make it, with the boys dealing with their usually lives and stuff, since I don't want this to be a drawn out fic, but still. FYI.)

It started like a whisper.

One case. A new illness, a variant of a disease that had torn through Hyrule's military during the war, had popped up in the outskirts of the Gerudo Desert. Someone who had traveled there recently brought it to Castle Town. But it was just one case.

Everyone had been put on alert with emails from the health department, but no one had really thought much of it. Legend had seen plenty of scares in the past - just as recently as two years ago, there had been another stir like this over a far deadlier disease, and nothing had come of it.

But this new disease--officially named Respiratory Failure Influenza, colloquially called Arfy by healthcare workers, and unofficially called Yiga's Revenge by the public given its point of origin and how it was tearing cities in the desert apart--was starting to make an impact.

To the world at large, the media would not stop talking about Arfy and stirring up the public. Inside Hyrule General, though, the staff was pretty calm about it.

"Who names a disease Arfy, anyway?" one of Legend's coworkers chuckled.

Legend shrugged and stretched. "I've heard worse. At least it's not based after somebody's name - I hated memorizing all those names for diseases. Nowadays the naming scheme's much better - respiratory failure influenza makes it pretty straightforward to figure out what happens."

"Preach," a tech who was in nursing school grumbled.

Time walked by as they chatted, and Legend nodded in greeting, throwing out, "Whatever reason you're here for, it wasn't me, my patients are fine."

The trauma surgeon smirked. "I'm not here for your patients, no."

Legend bristled. "Look, this is my first night shift, I haven't been working insane hours."

Time outright cackled now. "I was consulted for someone else. Relax."

"Good," Legend huffed. "Anyway, did you hear there's a case of Arfy in town? I haven't seen them pop through here, though, think they got diagnosed at an urgent care clinic."

Time hummed thoughtfully, growing serious. "Hopefully it just stays one case."

"Eh," Legend shrugged again with a noncommittal sound. "The media stirs everyone up. This happened last time, and it was contained and never came here."

"Arfy's cousin nearly killed me during the war," Time noted gravely. "Don't underestimate it too much. The fact that it's a brand new strain, and the typical medications for its cousin don't work on it, isn't promising."

"Look, I'm not saying it isn't something to take seriously," Legend argued mildly. "But it's isolated to three cities in Gerudo Desert, and then the one guy who came here. The media makes it sound like the world's ending."

"They tend to do that," Time agreed, looking down the hallway. "But in either case... let's just hope it stays as one case."

Wild wandered over at that point with an empty stretcher, having just transported someone to the floor, and both men honed in on him. He looked pale and distracted, but he somehow still managed to notice their scrutiny.

Wild watched them silently, not seeming eager to speak. So Legend talked first. "You want to explain what happened earlier?"

Time glanced between the two, brow furrowing in confusion, and he silently observed the exchange. Wild seemed to grow colder, crossing his arms, but Legend wasn't going to back down.

When his friend remained silent, Wild pressed, "Rulie said it looked like you had another absence seizure when we were dealing with that heart attack patient. Tell me what's wrong. Now."

"I didn't have a seizure," Wild assured them as Time took a protective step towards him. "Look, I just..."

The young man sighed, shriveling into himself further.

"Link," Time said sternly. "I understand you have a lot of things in your past that you're trying to reconcile. But not telling us led to you going undiagnosed and getting into a wreck that almost killed you. What's wrong?"

"When I have absence seizures, sometimes I just zone out. But other times, I get hit with... I don't know, I feel like seizures don't give you memories, okay? I don't think it was a seizure. It was a trigger."

"Trigger?" Legend repeated. "You got PTSD?"

Wild blinked, thought about it, and shrugged while shaking his head. "Probably not. Sorry. Bad phrasing."

"You have said before that you don't remember much of the war and your past because you sustained serious injuries," Time supplied. "I know you did. I operated on you. Twice."

"Sorry," Wild mumbled sheepishly.

"Just tell us what's wrong," Legend insisted as gently as he could. "What set you off?"

Wild was silent for a long time, and Legend almost grew impatient. However, eventually, he finally said, "I... I know the guy. The one who you were taking to the cath lab. I knew him be-before. Please, I don't want to talk about it right now."

Time and Legend exchanged a look, and the surgeon shook his head. Legend sighed, backing off. "Okay. But you're okay? Like physically?"

"Yeah," Wild answered, voice growing raw. Legend watched him worriedly.

"You know, you can talk to us," the nurse tried to say, but Wild shook his head.

"I don't want to talk about it," he repeated.

Time nodded, putting a hand on the young man's shoulder. "When you're comfortable, we're all here for you, okay?"

Wild stared at Time for too long, eyes watering, and he cleared his throat, nodding and walking away.

Legend bit his lip, swallowed, and looked back at Time. The surgeon was still watching Wild go down the hall. A call bell light went off, as well as a cautionary alarm on the monitors, and the nurse had to return to work, brain filled with too many thoughts and worries.

Time found himself far more nostalgic than he needed to be. Wild's words about his past, about the war, and this new virus that was kin to the one that had almost killed the surgeon were mixing together. He sighed, shaking his head. This all just needed to resolve.

He would keep an eye on Wild. That was the bigger issue than anything else.

It started like a whisper. But the roar of their pasts was coming for them, haunting and rumbling and demanding everyone’s attention.

[mrsparrasblog]

Mission save the human race Pt3.

PT.1. PT.2 PT.4

The next day, you woke up completely sore from your encounter with John, his big, muscular arms were still wrapped around you. He had something of a bear protecting his greatest possession—you.

You tried to wiggle yourself out of his comfortable touch. You needed to look out for Johnny, making sure he was still alive and well.

Well, if something had happened to him, Simon probably would have already shaken you away. He didn't leave Johnny's side for a mere second, always sleeping by his side or on the ground when he took up too much space. He ate his food by his side, and only when you brought up the food for him was he too busy watching over Johnny to walk down the stairs and get food. Before the apocalypse, you aspired to be loved like this—you don't know if it was obsession or unconditinal love, but it was beautiful.

You went to their room, leaving the comfortable teddy bear alone. You entered the room, seeing Simon lying beside Johnny.

"Hello, big boy, everything okay?"

"Big boy, eh?"

"Well, you're built like a brick wall."

"perhaps"

"Hows Johnny"

"asleep"

"You know it's a good sign that he sleeps that much, which means he is healing properly." you said trying to sound as calm as possible.

"I'm afraid," he said, and you wondered if he had ever admitted this to someone before; he didn't seem like a guy who said he was afraid. Well, at least you thought so.

"He is going to be fine."

"He is the last thing I have."

"You have your mates," he just nodded.

You couldn't help but feel incredible anger at yourself for the thoughts that occurred through your mind. He was handsome in a strange way, and you knew sleeping with him would be like a drug. Especially sleeping with both of them together, you wondered if they used you like a toy, one fucking you from behind the other, pressing his hard dick in your mouth. You already felt the arousal dripping between your thighs; your panties were completely soaked. You need to leave this room fast before Simon notices the blush that creeps up on your cheeks, your dulled pupils, and your heavy breathing. You also notice how you press your legs together, desperate for a little friction—even just a slight touch of your sensitive nub.

He looked you up and down and started to smirk. "You're a bit desperate, aren't you?"

You tried to shake your head, showing him that he wanted the case. You weren't desperate, and you didn't have an aching for every one of them.

He suddenly grabbed you roughly by your face, pushing you to his half-naked, warm body. "I saw you yesterday with Price; you looked so pretty when you came."

"You watched us."

"Do you mind? he asked, raising a brow.

"No"

"Good girl"

You squirmed. God, you loved to be called a good girl. It felt so right, especially being his good girl.

"When Johnny is healthy again, I'm going to take care of you." He pulled you to his muscular frame and held you like the world would shatter around you, and then he leaned his lips on you. It wasn't rough like you expected it to be; it was sweet and tender. His lips felt almost magical on top of his. He let go way too fast and then left you, making you feel confused.

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You sat in your room reading some books you've read over three times in this apocalypse, but what else was there to do?. You heard a knock, and then he came in.

"Angel?"

"Yes Alex"

"I wanted to ask for help."

"What's wrong"

"I'm in pain; do you have by any chance pain medications?"

"It depends on which pain?"

"Just sore muscles."

"Wait," you gathered up an ointment for him.

"This is a lot better than pain medications I made it myself with. Wait, you probably don't care about that stuff."

"No, princess, you can tell me I like hearing your voice." he smiled.

"Where does it hurt?"

"legs"

"Let me take care of it." You removed his pants with a swift motion and slowly started to massage them, trying to ease any pain away. You were soft and tender, and your medical hands did everything they learned through medical school.

"Thank you"

"Don't mention it."

"Come on, let me give you a good neck massage as a thank-you." You nodded and removed your clothes, jiggling a bit with your ass in seduction—he seemed like an ass preferer after all.

He began to massage your neck with tender and delicate movements, gripping exactly where the pain was. The lotion felt cold on your hot, running body, making you shiver a bit.

He laughed at your shivers and started to rub the lotion in his hands to warm it up a bit before putting it again on your body. "You know you don't need to do this all. I don't like how they basically forced you into this. You don't need to do anything you're uncomfortable with."

"It's okay, Alex. It feels right."

"You are lying"

"I dont"

"Just promise me if any of these bastards don't accept a no, I don't care if they're my mates. You deserve respect and not to be treated like an incubator."

You felt a bit offended as he used the word incubator. "I'm not an incubator."

"I didn't mean you, princess; I meant their behavior."

"I promise, Alex."

He continued to massage you, wrapping his big hands around your delicate neck. You needed to hide your moan, but deep down, you knew you wanted him right now. Self-doubt filled you up a bit. Maybe they really don't like you and just use you since you're basically the last woman on earth, but why did it feel so good when they touched you and kissed you? You felt protected and worshiped—more than with any of your exes, at least.

"Alex, can you massage my bottom, please? It's a bit sore," and you didn't even lie; Price left marks on your ass, claiming you as his. You were almost unable to sit down properly.

Alex nods, taking in a deep breath to steady himself. His heart races as he applies the lotion to your ass cheeks, making sure to get every inch covered. He can't help but feel aroused by the intimate contact, but he tries to push those thoughts aside.

His hands were cold but still gentle, grabbing a hold everywhere you needed it. You couldn't help yourself as a soft and small moan escaped your lips.

Alex freezes at the sound of your moan. His cock twitches in his boxxersnas he realizes what he's doing to you. He quickly finishes applying the lotion and moves back around to face you, trying to hide his arousal. You knew he was hesitating; he had all his morals up and high, and he had the feeling of using you that all of them corrupted your innocent soul.

Alex's eyes suddenly widen at the sight of the wet spot on your thong. His breath hitches in his throat as he struggles to keep his cool. He tries to focus on putting your thong back together, but it's hard not to notice how turned on you are. You were about to crack him. He deserved this; he treated himself harshly, felt unconfident, he felt not desired. But he was such a sweet man, and he deserved this as much as John, Simon, and Kyle did.

"Alex, I think you forgot my breasts."

Alex's heart skips a beat at the thought of touching your breasts. He swallows hard, trying to regain his composure. "Of course," he says quietly as he kneels down in front of you again, slowly unclipping your bra and removing it, revealing your beautiful and full breasts to him. You close your eyes again, just trying to take in his relaxing, warm hands.

His eyes widen at the sight of your breasts. He takes a deep breath to calm himself before beginning to massage them gently with one hand. His other hand moves up to cup and squeezes your left breast, feeling its weight in his palm.

The arousal between your thighs only grew any minute, making your thong damp and sticking to your skin. Alex tries not to think about how turned on he is by the smell of your arousal. He continues to massage your breasts, occasionally glancing up at you to make sure you're comfortable. His heart races as he fights the urge to touch you elsewhere.

But his thumb crossed your nipples all the time, putting shivers down your spine and letting him earn desperate moans from you. Maybe you wouldn't be so woken up if Simon didn't do this to you in the morning. Maybe you wouldn't be so desperate to get your mound full.

He circles your nipple gently before lightly pinching it between his fingers. "Does that feel good?" he whispers.

"You are great at massaging, Alex."

Alex smiles at your compliment. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice vibrating against your skin. He continues to massage your breasts, paying special attention to your nipples, which are now hard from arousal. You wanted more; you needed more.

"Alex? There is a place where I'm completely sore. Can you help me relax since you're so good at massaging?"

Alex nods understandingly. "Of course, Princess," he says softly, moving his hands down your sides towards your hips. His fingers graze over the fabric of your panties before stopping at the hemline.

"Why are you sore there, Angel?" He knew why.

You chucked and spread your legs shyly. "John took me a bit too rough yesterday, and now it aches and is sore."

Hi's heart races at the sight of your spread legs. He swallows hard, trying to maintain his control. "I see," he says quietly. "Do you mind if I take a look?"

With gentle fingers, Alex traces the outline of your sex. He can feel how swollen and sensitive it is from last night's activities. "It looks a bit red and bruised," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes, John can be a bit rough. Alex nods, his breath catching as he leans in closer to inspect the marks left by John. His eyes drifted down between your legs again before meeting yours hesitantly. "I could offer some relief," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I appreciate it. If you could massage the soreness away, Alex," you smirked. You got what you wanted after all.

He carefully places a tender kiss on the inside of your thigh, his fingers already moving to trace circles over your swollen clit. He presses gently against it, watching as you moan softly in response. "Tell me if it's too much." Your folds are completely wet and soaked.

Alex's breath catches as he moves his fingers lower, slowly slipping one inside you. "You're so wet," he murmurs approvingly. He thrusts his finger in and out slowly, using his thumb to tease your clit. "Feels good?"

"Yes," you whine, holding back the way to a fast-approaching orgasm. He started to kiss the inside of your thigh again. "You're doing great," he reassures you. "Just let go and relax into it." He increases the pace of his fingers, pressing harder against your clit. "Does that feel better?"

"Yes, it hurts less now."

He smiles, pleased to hear that his touch is helping. He adds a second finger, stretching you slightly. "Good," he whispers, his thumb now moving in circles around your nipple. "Just a little more, and I'll make it all better, you moaned softly.

Feeling emboldened by your moans, Alex leans in closer, his lips brushing against the swollen nub of your clitoris. He sucks gently, his fingers still moving inside you. "You taste so good," he groans, increasing the intensity of his actions.

Alex moves his fingers in and out of you, feeling the warmth of your body around him. He continues to suck on your clit, teasing it with his tongue. "You're so wet," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Feels incredible."

You press your hips more against his face. His mustache is tickling your sensitive folds. You were a bit afraid of a beard rash.

Alex chuckles softly, his fingers still thrusting in and out of you. He pulls back enough to gaze into your eyes, his face flushed with desire. "You're so responsive," he breathes out. His fingers searched for the spongy pattern inside of you, pressing against it as he found it, which led you to squirm under him.

"It looks like we found your sweet spot." Alex smiles and increases the intensity of his actions, sucking harder on your clit while his fingers move faster inside you. He watches your face closely, waiting for the moment when you break. "Almost there, Princess," he whispers, his voice thick with desire.

"Mhm, Alex, I'm going to cum." As you approach your climax, Alex knows exactly what to do. He sucks harder on your sensitive nub while his fingers continue to thrust inside you, seeking that sweet release. The sound of wet skin slapping against his face fills the air as he teases you mercilessly.

You came screaming and moaning; it wasn't as intense as with John. You were a bit sad that you didn't squirt, but you still had an orgasm that brought you up in the clouds. It was so sensual and lovely. No one touched you like this before—so soft and tender, like you were a delicate princess made of porcelain, which he was afraid to break.

Alex continues to bring you over the edge. He takes in every gasp and moans as he holds you tight against him. Once you've calmed down, he eases up on your sensitive nub, then reluctantly pulls his fingers out of you.

"Thank you; it isn't that sore anymore."

"You're welcome," he says with a warm smile. "And don't worry about it being sore anymore; I promise to make sure you feel good every time." His eyes roam over your body appreciatively before leaning in to place a soft kiss on your forehead. Fuck this man—where on earth did they make a man like him?

"But I still have an ache between my legs, Alex" You said, whining, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock spreading you in half.

You started to remove his shirt from his body, gushing as you saw his well-toned body; he was leaner than Price but still so soft. His pecs followed his happy trail, leading to his boxers, who were already filled with an erect cock. You pushed them down, his throbbing cock springs free, standing tall and ready for action. He was shorter and lighter than Price; but he was thick, especially in the middle. He had comfortable 7 inches, and his tip glistered with pre-compression, showing you that he wanted this as much as you do.

"I'll take good care of you," he promises, guiding himself towards your entrance. He laid you on your right side, pushing himself behind you in the spooning position, and slowly guided himself into your entrance, being as careful as possible.

While he wraps his arms around you and kisses down your hair towards your neck,.

Alex takes his time, being as gentle and patient as possible as he eases his way into your body. His hands caress your back and shoulders, soothing you with every sensation. As he slowly works himself deeper inside of you, a soft moan escapes from your lips. Alex lets out a contented sigh, feeling more connected to you than ever before. "You feel amazing, Princess," he whispers, beginning to move at a slow, rhythmic pace.

His hands trail down your sides, finding the warmth between your legs and pressing lightly against your sensitive flesh. He gently rubbed your clit while increasing the pace, asking all the time if you were okay with this. such a sweet boy.

Alex kisses your neck tenderly, his hips meeting yours in perfect harmony. His thrusts are deep yet slow, allowing you to adjust to his size and strength. "You're so beautiful," he whispers against your skin, nibbling lightly on your earlobe.

His pace picks up slightly as his desire for you grows stronger. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, amplified by the intensity of your connection. You feel completely safe and loved in his arms, surrendering to the pleasure he's giving you.

Alex smirks, his breath hot against your ear. "I plan on making sure you never forget this," he promises, continuing to thrust into you with a growing urgency. His grip on your hips tightens, guiding you to meet each of his movements with equal fervor.

Your moans start to become uncontrollable as his tip hits your G-spot perfectly with this angle of penetration. Alex's thrusts become harder and faster now that he knows he's hit the spot. He is desperate to make you feel good and to give you a bit of admiration like you gave all of them. You didn't even know how perfectly you helped them with their inner demons; how could they give up now that they had the perfect purpose to live? A beautiful woman eager to please him soon filled up with all their cubs.

His body tenses as he feels himself getting closer to release, and every muscle in his body is focused on pleasuring you. "Cum with me," he groans, his voice raw with desire.

You were so close, holding back your orgasm. "I don't want it to end, Alex." You didn't want this affection to end. You felt like the most valuable thing on earth. So completely desired

"It won't," Alex assures you, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're just getting started." He pulls out of you slightly, only to thrust back in deeper and harder, pushing you both toward the edge of ecstasy.

You whine as you finally clench down on him. Alex follows soon after, clearly drunk by the feeling of your cunt milking him, his body tensing as he releases himself inside of you. He buries his face in your neck, breathing heavily as the waves of pleasure wash over him.

"Fuck," he mutters, still shaking slightly from the intensity of his orgasm.

"I don't want it to end." God, this was incredible; this man now has a chokehold on you.

"Neither do I," Alex whispers against your skin. He slowly pulls out of you, not wanting to break the connection just yet. His softening cock slides out with a wet, sticky sound that fills the room.

He grabs you, still spooning you while resting his head on your neck as if it always belonged there. "I've got you," he whispers, his voice filled with affection. You pulled on a shirt and snuggled against him.

After a cuddle that felt like an hour, Simon stormed in, looking terrified.

"Something is wrong with Johnny. Help him."

[wildflower-otome]

[Translation] Olympia Soiree - Kuroba After Story

Source: Olympia Soiree Official Visual Fanbook Nuit Blanche Author: Yuma Katagiri

‘Kuroba-sensei, please wake up. It’s already morning.’

‘Ughh…..just five more minutes…..’

‘Well then, I’ll just leave these snacks and go home.’

‘Eh!? No, wait!’

At those merciless words, I jumped up from the examination table. Before my eyes was a smiling Byakuya, who held up a basket.

‘Good morning, Kuroba. Although, strictly speaking, it’s already past noon. But I am glad that you woke up, I couldn’t bear it if I had to leave without bidding you farewell.’

‘Stop that, calling it “farewell” sounds so unlucky. It’s just a week that the two of us will be holed up for, y’know.’

‘I suppose that’s true but…..when I think about the fact that the next time we meet it’ll be at our wedding ceremony, I feel a bit reluctant to leave you…..although to be sure, it’s something to be happy about, we’ve waited a long time for it.’

Even though I’d been trying not to think about it. I sighed inside my heart. Just as she had said, in a week’s time we would officially be man and wife. A magnificent wedding ceremony involving the whole island would be held so I was feeling a little worn out right now. Of course, I was happier than anything to be marrying her. I was simply concerned that she might have a bad time of it because even now, there were many who didn't think well of me for being a Black.

'Well, speaking of which, we're already completely breaking the law. Intercourse before marriage is strictly forbidden, though it's a little late for that.'

'Don't you think I should have been told that at the beginning?'

'Don't be too hard on Akaza. Even a guy like that would have had a hard time telling you about this kind of thing.'

'Is that so? It doesn't seem to me that Lord Iron Mask would be all that embarrassed about it.'

She was sharp. It would appear the truth of the matter was Akaza didn't tell her on purpose. He had probably thought the higher ups wouldn't be able to disagree if it was already after the fact. To begin with, her goal in searching for a husband had been to increase the number of Whites, there was no doubt it would be a good thing for the White, even if it meant disrupting the rules of the island.

I had asked him once before. Whether or not he had thought of the possibility of the important White getting mixed up with some good-for-nothing. And when I did, this was how he answered. That she surely had the ability to judge a person's character, as someone who had been taught by Tsukuyomi, Douma and Jigen. However, there was still no guarantee that someone who would use her for ill ends wouldn't appear, so to keep a watchful eye out.

‘By the way Kuroba…..have you decided yet?’

Whether to evade the subject or face it, I of all people, hesitated. In a certain sense, I was bearing something more important than my upcoming nuptials with her. Precisely speaking, the greatest trial of my life and my wedding were two sides of the same coin, there had to be something wrong with that.

‘What…..do you think?’

‘It might be nice to give it a try.’

Acting like it was nothing more difficult than getting an injection. This time a sigh escaped me, and I tugged at my tie.

‘Just now you thought, “Acting like it's so simple”, weren't you? But in my own way, I'm trying to cheer you on, you know? After all, if there was no chance, there's no way Douma of all people would have suggested it.’

‘.....Want some tea?’

‘You know Douma's personality pretty well too, right, Kuroba? He's a man that wouldn't joke about someone he hadn't accepted becoming his successor.’

‘You said you brought some snacks, didn't you? What's inside?’

‘Rice balls, egg rolls, and thick sliced fried ham.’

‘That sounds delicious, mind if I eat them?’

‘I met Akaza on the way home yesterday. He said, “Kuroba's just woken up, so you should bring him some food just after noon tomorrow.”’

As to be expected of my friend, he knew me well. If I was remembering right, he'd left a note that he'd be attending a meeting with the military.

‘And so, back to what I was saying, why not give it a go?’

I couldn't answer immediately. How easy it would be if I could just say yes. But my eyes, skin, and hair were black. Even though the blood flowing in me was ‘Yellow’.

“Become my successor if you can.”

I hadn't told her, but a few months after the Tokijikutan incident, that man had summoned me.

“That girl is ‘White’ and someday she will be its leader. She cannot be the successor to the ‘Yellow’. And at the present moment, there are no promising candidates in the Yellow.  As you know Kaina committed a grave sin and can no longer return to the surface. I asked you this before but…..do you not wish to stand beside Akaza and Riku?’

Truth be told, I had already decided in my heart. Akaza was the kind of man that had a tendency to take too much upon himself in various ways, and Riku was so overly serious, I was worried about them. Tokisada would take over the Green, and Yosuga, Yomi—I wanted to take my place beside them, and change this island.

However if I were to become even the leader of the Yellow so soon after becoming her husband—

‘Kuroba, don't worry about me. If any one harrasses us, let's get back at them together.’

I almost laughed, but I suppressed it. My fears wouldn't be put to rest with just that adorable suggestion.

‘If it’s someone we can get back at, I'll go and punch them with all I've got. But what if the one to bear their fangs….is a citizen of the Yellow clan?’

Her face stiffened.

‘Because the Yellow are closest to Hiruko of all the primary colours, they are the most revered. Of course they think of their colour with pride. Now just imagine what would happen if someone were to say, “This pure Black guy that's appeared all of a sudden is your new leader from today.” It's likely to cause a riot.’

‘Douma told me about that possibility too.’

‘Wha-.....’

‘That there's a chance blood might be spilt. But this is what he said to me. Even if someone without the qualifications to become leader were to take the position, conflict would still be unavoidable in the end. And that was why the rightful person must take on the role.’

That schemer, he'd never said any such thing to me. He'd probably known that if I heard it from her lips there'd be no way I'd be able to refuse.

‘.....You really are that old man's daughter.’

‘Are you praising me?’

‘I'm showing you my respect.’

I of all people had been well and truly fooled. That she was his mistress, and other such low minded suspicions, he had probably allowed them to circulate on purpose. By letting people think as they would, the truth that he was her father had remained unguessed.

‘We've come this far, so let's all become leaders together. With Akaza, Riku, and Tokisada. And even Yosuga is basically Yomi's leader.’

I didn't want them to think me a coward. But I didn't want to involve her in any bloodshed. If it was just me, I wouldn't care how much blood I had to spill, but her alone I didn't—

‘Isn't that so? A hideous colour like you is unfit for a woman of the precious, beautiful “White.”’

‘When I heard that you would be executed on false charges…..no matter what….—I wanted to save you.’

She was noble minded and strong. But there had been times when her strength had been used in such a way. No matter the world, no man would want the woman he loved to be exposed to danger.

‘Tokisada told me. That he took part in battles on the other side of the ocean.’

‘Yeah….I've heard that too.’

‘In order to change something, blood must sometimes flow….is what he said to me. I'm a White but I've been living with the Yellow, so I'm pretty attached to it too. That's why I want you to become its next leader. Whenever I think of who might be most suitable, in the end it has to be you, Kuroba.’

That conniving bastard, this absolutely had to be a trap. Of all things, making the person I could least argue with say things like this.

‘.....I regret what happened with Nagusa. I was rash and naive. But now…..I have you with me.’

I suddenly wanted to cover my ears. No, I wanted to hear her out, but if I did I'd start to feel disappointed in myself.

‘Of course I love you, and I also trust you as a person. I and Akaza both understand how difficult becoming a successor is. But if we all work together, we may be able to end things without bloodshed.’

That sneaky schemer, I was gonna hold a grudge against him forever after this. When she said things like this to me, I— could no longer run away.

‘I get it, I get it. I'll think it over while you're gone. So for now, take off your clothes.’

‘Kuroba!?’

‘For seven days and nights, you won't be able to see me, right? You'll be lonely, right? I know I will be. So lonely I won't be able to sleep even if I take sleep medicine.’ 

‘We were finally talking about something so serious, and now this?’

‘As a member of the Kotowari, I am seriously worrying. About you giving birth to a child as soon as possible, that is.’

‘Ah…..sto-.....’

Placing her on my lap as she sulked, I slid my hands up her blouse. As I traced over her soft curves above her undergarments, her overlapping hips twitched and jumped.

‘You're so mean….., really now-.....’

Even I knew I was being pathetic. Only able to change the subject in this kind of way. However, if I were to say everything I felt right now, I would end up crying for sure. With joy at being able to meet her, and gratitude towards my friends.

‘If you're going to bully me like this…..I won't let you on the island.’

‘That would be a problem, I'll end up dead, swallowed by the whirling tides, you know?’

‘.....I was joking. As soon as the moon rises, make sure you come out on a boat. I'll be waiting for you…..there on the beach.’

Tugging off her skirt, I lifted up her pure white thighs.

‘Ah…..Kuroba-.....!’

When the moon was full, I would cross over to that island. And then, along with the words that I would become the leader of the Yellow—I would embrace my bride.

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Starters from my own writing (part 3)

Quotes from a few of my own fanfics. Adjust pronouns as needed. Feel free to combine them or send in more than one. Specify muse for multimuse blogs. And this meme you CAN reblog from me. X)

Part 1 here. Part 2 here Part 4 here Part 5 here Part 6 here Part 7 here

"Don't try anything, ______."

"You, tell her to knock it off. Now!"

"Start talkin' ______. What's goin' on?"

"______, what have we done to you?"

"How can you people do this?"

"He is one of your own! He trusted you! All of you!"

"You seem to care about him. Why do you and not them?"

"What did YOU do? Why do YOU care?"

"I didn't realize people's lives meant so little anymore."

"Oh boo hoo, ______, you lost your little toy. No one cares."

"I would NEVER treat ______ like that! Ever!"

"You know, they say you shouldn't kick a man when he's down."

"______.....a-are you okay?"

"Why him? What did ______ do wrong to deserve this."

"I can understand your pain. But there is only one way to save the ones we love now."

"I'm not going to ask anyone to do this with me, as it may very well be a suicide mission."

"I'm aware it's a crazy thing to do. But it's also the right thing to do."

"That's right, come and get me."

"You will NOT be allowed to destroy my people, vile witch!"

"Hold on, ______. Just a little longer."

"Where do you think you're going?"

"______, you're bleeding."

"You're safe, ______."

"I'm here. Everything's okay now. You're okay."

"I thought I lost you, ______."

"They all know about us now. We don't have to hold it inside anymore."

"I love you, ______. I love you so much and I never want to lose you again."

"You sure, ______? This the one you want?"

"Ohoho, ______ would LOVE this."

"How could I not love him, though? He's smart, he's sweet, he's.....well, just look at him."

"You've certainly got yourself something special, ______."

"I don't deserve him, but I'm gonna do whatever it takes to not lose him."

"I'm happy to help any way I can. You name it, I'll make it happen. Just call me Santa."

"You should probably get going. You told ______ you wouldn't be too long."

"I am not going to want to move tomorrow."

"Come on and lay down for me, I'll make it feel better."

"You're wearing your sweater backwards......also, that's actually MY sweater."

"You would not believe how weird it was getting condolences and flowers for someone who's not dead."

"Really? I'm 'guy who dies first'? Gee, thanks for the confidence."

"You're more like 'first guy we actually cared about to die'."

"How's 'guy ______ cried like a baby over' sound?"

"Alright enough gab flappin'!"

"A little help, guys? Please?"

"Trust me, you'll want this to remember."

"Is this different from just going to a market?"

"I'll explain it more when we get to town."

"It's okay, ______, I've got something planned for just the two of us anyway."

"You gonna take us for a ride, big guy?'

"What's not to like? He can probably tell how sweet you are."

"Now I can see your beautiful eyes."

"So that's what you do, eh? I think I like that tradition. A lot."

"You sure I'm checked out on this class of vehicle?"

"I'll be right here beside you, I'll help if you need it."

"How did you get this, sir?"

"Damn, I have something on my face, don't I."

"It's gotten pretty late, what do you say we all retire for the night?"

"______, you said you would tell me. Why are you so hesitant to tell?"

"You just spent the whole day making sure today was perfect for me. Of course, any day spent with you is perfect in my book."

"Oh god, Oh ______ I am so sorry. See? This is why I didn't want to tell you."

"I wish I was there to comfort you when you were little."

"______, how.....how did you get this?"

"No matter what, I'm so proud of you. Love, ______."

"Ooh, that drawing is so cute! Look, ______ did it when he was little!"

"I have something else I've been working on for you, too. A.....more special way to say what you mean to me, ______."

"It's probably not very good, but I wrote this for you, ______."

"That was beautiful. And your voice is beautiful.....Thank you."

"I hope you like what I've got for you."

"______.....you have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you. Thank you so, so much."

"I have come to a very important decision."

"I...I didn't want to say anything earlier, but....I-I have one more gift for you. A-A r-really important one."

"It's okay, ______. You're going to do great."

"I want this to be a good experience for....both of us, but especially you."

"People tend to stare at beautiful things. And you, my love, are absolutely breathtaking."

"You are so goddamn beautiful, ______."

[mia-cot]

What if John and Charlie met (du'lie edition).

tags: hector soft. is jealous.

"So cute and shy" – Charlie looked with interest at the man who was sitting at the table opposite him. Just yesterday, Charlie had called him on the phone to help Hector lure new people. But who knew he was so cute.

– So you're a teacher? – Charlie tilted his head to the side, taking the tube in his mouth and sucking on a milkshake. At Charlie's request, all sorts of goodies began to be taken to the island. Hector didn't mind spoiling him.

John nodded and replied:

– Yes. I teach the guys. To be more precise, I am a professor.

Charlie continued:

– Great! I miss the time when I studied at the institute a little, eh.. there were so many hopes then, – Charlie leaned his elbow on the table and apparently thought a little, remembering his youth.

– Yes, they are still optimists. – John laughed a little, sipping his drink in a glass, – Mr. Du'Met, and your tours of the house will start tomorrow?

Of course, he and Hector agreed that he would now play this role, so Charlie responded:

– I think we can start today. Have your students already checked in?

– Yes. But it's late, I think they've already gone to bed, – John shrugged.

– Then… How about I do it for you personally? – He smiled at John with his trademark smile that could charm many.

– Well… I'm not sure… - despite the fact that John now also wanted to go to bed, looking at this smile, he was no longer sure about it.

“Du'Met is such a kind man” – John thought to himself.

– Come on! Let's have a little chat, – Charlie became interested in John's appearance and wanted to observe him a little more before he was killed.

– Okay, it would probably be really useful to know at least a little about this house before the real tour begins, – John gave up under the pressure of this cheerful man.

– Great! Thank you for agreeing. Let's get started? – Charlie got up from his seat and motioned for John to come with him.

***

At this moment in the camera room.

Du'Met watched the two of them sitting in the living room and chatting. Of course, he read Charlie like an open book and assumed that he would want to get to know John better. Still, such a similarity in appearance…

Du'Met was overcome by some nasty feeling that poisoned his taste buds, giving a taste of bitterness on the tongue.

– Char-rlie… – voice was low, almost offended.

When the people from the camera got up from their chairs, he watched them for a while until the people stopped in the corridor with the paintings.

Du'Met picked up the axe that had been leaning against the wall all this time and headed for the numbered door.

***

– What terrible pictures! - John was uncomfortable in these ordinary corridors, which made his skin crawl all over.

– Yeah, at first I couldn't even walk past them myself, – he shrugged his shoulders and stared at John again. The professor couldn't help but notice how Charlie was looking at him all the time, as if seeing something amazing in front of him.

– It must be hard to live in such a house alone...

– Well… not quite alone.

– Wife?

– …no – Charlie shook his head, waiting for the next answer.

– Oh, maybe one of the workers? – he remembered someone walking around in a yellow uniform in the backyard.

– Wrong again. Ah-ha. You have one last attempt, Professor, – Charlie crossed his arms over his chest, looking somehow too confident in such a pose.

John thought about it. As a professor, he wanted to give a correct and accurate answer to the question. According to the opinion that he had about Charlie, he could say for sure that this man did not have children, he was too carefree. Then…

– …husband?

Charlie thought for a moment what to say. Is it a husband? Somewhere in the distance, a floorboard creaked and they both looked in that direction, the sound coming from behind John.

– Did any of the students get up? John was about to head over there and see who it was wandering around, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

– Don't go there.

– But why? – John did not understand the reason for the refusal, but did not contradict the owner of the house.

Indeed. Why, Charlie?

– It's just old floors, nothing more. Trust me. Let's go further, there will be a room with a piano and a library. You like to read, right? – Charlie quickly changed the subject.

John nodded, he looked again in the direction of the sound, but he didn't hear anything else. Only pitch black.

"How creepy" – John was already tempted to leave this house.

They chatted all the way. Charlie led them through these corridors freely, but sometimes he turned around abruptly and they started walking back, as if Charlie had taken the wrong road.

In fact, Charlie was getting lost from Du'Met, whom he sensed ahead. As soon as his fingertips tingled and his hearing strained, he could see a white shadow ahead.

He was able to dodge it very cleverly. He was getting too comfortable in the hotel.

But he played a very bad game. Charlie so needed to make sure that John really looks like Hector and it doesn't seem to him. Passing by a room with numerous mirrors, he decided to look into it.

– How do you like this one? The glass is arranged so that a person feels the walls closer and closer as they are in it… and eventually suffocated, – Charlie looked around and looked at this thicket of mirrors, as if it was not a murder weapon, but really just an exhibit.

John began to feel dizzy from this. He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, reducing the strain on the eye sockets.

Charlie looked at him just as he took off his glasses. It wasn't his imagination. It was true that there was a man who was phenomenally similar to Du'Met.

– Impossible… Charlie couldn't believe his own eyes.

“How?.. How is this possible?...”

– Mr. Du'met, did you say something? – John looked at Charlie through his glasses, putting them back on.

– No, no, – Charlie waved away, looking away and digesting. Hector did not invite this particular person for nothing. He always selected people for the island very carefully.

“He himself became interested in what kind of person is this?”

Nearby, something flashed in all the glass. Appeared and disappeared. It's like 25 frames. The room was suddenly cold. Charlie tensed. John apparently didn't notice anything, continuing to inspect the room with the naked eye.

The tips of fingers tingled, breathing became quieter.

He's here.

– Professor, we have to… – before Charlie could finish, a massive figure stepped out of the shadows, covering John's entire height with darkness.

Blue light from a small window at the back framed the figure of Du'Met. The axe in his hands spoke for itself. The professor stood motionless until Granthem's hand took the axe more comfortably and it flashed in the light of the moon.

– W-what? – John screamed and rushed out of the room, taking Charlie by the hand, – run! There's someone here!

Charlie, not understanding what was happening now, rather by inertia ran after John.

He turned his head back and saw a pair of eyes in a slit in the mask looking at him.

He saw them wide open and looking at him with surprise mixed with excitement and concern. Those eyes…

Eyes unlike any other.

They ran out of the room and a pair of eyes disappeared behind the wall.

***

The masked man remained standing in place in this room. Looking at the doorway for a few seconds, where two people had just escaped.

The mirrors pressed down on him. His figure looked at him everywhere, as if in mockery:

"Ha! He ran away with it right in front of you! He's better! BETTER!"– these words sounded in his head, making him choke.

He pressed his palms to his ears in an attempt to calm these sounds.

– Charlie… Charlie… – it was as if he was trying to call him, to ask him to stay with him in this room and not leave him.

***

– Mister, please run a little faster! – John shouted ahead.

What should Charlie do now? Continue to play your role or show your cards?

Charlie decided it would be better if everything went according to Du'Met's plan and he didn't interfere anymore. Although everything was already not going as planned.

They ran into a room filled with old chairs everywhere. It smelled a little dusty and old.

– Who was that? – John, catching his breath, immediately moved on to the question.

Charlie was silent. Thinking about what he should say. They probably have 2 minutes before Du'Met looks at the cameras to see where they are.

– I-i do not know, – Charlie had to try to get back into the role of an ignorant person, – let's get to your students and leave the building together.

John nodded and replied:

– Yes… let's.

Charlie was the first to leave the room, and they moved to the right, walking quietly on their toes.

A fork appeared before them: to the right or to the left.

– I remember exactly, there were no forks here… only straight corridors – John frowned and looked at Charlie.

– I know where we are. Come on, – Charlie's acting exceeded all expectations. He was able to simulate shaking hands, trembling voice and unsteady gait.

Charlie kept an eye on the cameras, which are located in inconspicuous places.

He knew he was watching. What was Du'Met's plan now? Was he mad at him? Or maybe, on the contrary, he liked that Charlie was playing with his prey, passing his fleshy part over his lips, but don't let him bite. But that look…

Charlie wanted to discuss this with Hector the next time they met in private. But now it was necessary to bring John to the students, and then Hector would figure it out himself.

Charlie was in front, and John was two steps behind. There was a click and Charlie quickly turned around to push John towards himself, forward, and himself step back and stay on the other side of the wall, where John had just walked and whom Hector wanted to separate.

Charlie miraculously managed to say:

– Down the corridor to the right, then forward and left! Number 308! – the wall slammed shut between them and Charlie was left in complete darkness. He did everything he could to prolong this man's life a little. But he broke Hector's plans again. What will happen to him now?…

Charlie turned around and looked exactly where the camera was. A look of fright appeared in his eyes. He just realized what he was doing.

He lowered his head guiltily. His hands clenched into fists. He felt lousy about what he had just done.

He slowly walked forward to clear his head. He wandered aimlessly, as if sure that Hector was now occupied by the other five people. So he decided to head to the library to sit there for a book until this night is over.

***

As soon as he arrived, he began to choose a book for himself. There were old but interesting books from the 1870s and 1890s. He especially enjoyed reading the history of Chicago.

Sometimes the name of Holmes or other serial killers was mentioned there. But nothing about who caught them. He was so sad to realize that this was one of the reasons why Hector broke down. After all, really, no one cares about those who caught all these murderers.

Charlie sighed a little louder than usual and reached for the spine of one of the books.

Suddenly a shadow covered him and the next second a hand appeared in his field of vision, which stretched in the same direction. An index finger in a medical glove pulled the book by its spine, pressing on it and pulling the book half out.

Charlie was scared because he was sure that Du'Met's company would definitely not bother him until dawn. He wanted to turn around, but he was quickly pressed against the shelf with another body. And his hand, which had not reached the book, was taken in the palm of his hand and his fingers were intertwined together.

The man bent down to the back of Charlie's head and whispered:

– Charlie… – he sounded a little hoarse, offended, but still the tone was calm, as if Du'Met was looking for him and finally found him, calmed down.

– I'm here, – Charlie tried to turn his head, but he was turned back.

Du'Met made the double sound that people usually make when they say “no” without opening their mouths.

Du'Met's hand released Charlie's jaw and rested on his shoulder. Squeezing a little harder than if he just wanted to squeeze Charlie.

– It hurts me, Hector… - Du'Met, as if burned, removed his hand, – Hector, is something wrong?

Du'Met made a grumbling sound, as if he remembered that he was supposed to be angry at this man who was standing in front of him.

He separated their fingers and put his head on Charlie's shoulder, wrapping his arms across him. He snuggled up to him so gently, touching Charlie with his whole body.

The cold coating of the mask touched Charlie's hot neck, but he didn't budge. What's happening? Why was Hector suddenly distracted by him?

Du’Met, as if after a long separation, hugged Charlie so tightly. Or if he heard the words “I'm leaving” from Charlie and tried to stop him, forcing him to stay in his arms forever.

Charlie bent his head down to touch Du'Met's head, and with his hands he covered the other man's hands. He closed his eyes, listening to Du'Met's deep breathing.

They stayed in this cradling state for a little longer before Du'Met turned Charlie around to face him and their eyes finally met.

The mask was slightly splattered with blood.

“So he was there after all?” – Charlie was surprised how little time it took Du'Met this time to finish with the band.

The masked man's gaze was tired and a little sad.

Charlie's hand rested on Du'Met's cheek, which was half covered by the mask. Something definitely happened. And his heart told him that it had to do with John.

– Charlie… doesn't like Hector anymore? – his words were not a threat, and his eyes became a little wet at some point, his usually threatening pose now had nothing to do with a threat. On the contrary, it was as if he was trying to defend himself in Charlie's arms. The look was saturated with hope.

– What? – he raised his eyebrows in surprise. For a couple of seconds, just running my gaze over Hector's eyes, trying to figure out what's going on.

It finally dawned on him.

– Is it because of that professor?– Charlie gave the exact reason, provoking the older man to lose his temper, his hand abruptly rose above Charlie, he pressed his head and closed his eyes waiting for the blow,

– P-please n… - Charlie did not have time to finish his plea, as a fist crashed into the shelf, very close to his head. There was a crunch of knuckles… He opened one eye a little. He saw Hector looming over him. Closing his eyes in a fit of anger. He remembered how his palm cracked after the blow and exclaimed:

– Hector! You're going to hurt your arm like that! – Charlie quickly took Hector's injured hand in his palms, removing the glove from it and examining the bruise. Blood was oozing from several places. But Hector didn't seem to feel anything. He just stared at Charlie's worried gaze that was glued to his knuckles.

“That doesn't mean he loves you. He's just a kind person. He's worried, but not because it's you” – the voice in Hector's head continued to poison his mind.

Suddenly, he abruptly pulled his hand out of Charlie's gentle fingers that were stroking his palm.

– Hector… – Charlie raised his head, he met a look he had never seen on Hector's face. It was desperation that was mixed with deep affection.

Charlie understood everything.

– Do you really think so?

Hector looked up into the corner. Charlie turned his head in the direction of Du'Met's gaze.

Cameras.

– Didn't you invite this person because you also wondered why he looked so much like you?

Hector nodded.

– Well, I was also interested in it, – Charlie smiled gently and walked up to Hector and hugged him, – I just wanted to take a closer look at him before you kill him. nothing more, – he raised his head and looked at Hector from above, – do you really think that I will betray you so easily? – he asked with resentment in his voice.

He said these words while looking straight into Hector's eyes. It was the only way to prove something to this man. He could see the lie in his eyes. And Charlie knew that, so he didn't break eye contact while Hector analyzed him.

After a few seconds, Du'Met hugged Charlie back and hugged him like the most precious thing in his life.

– Charlie… – his voice was without any neurosis, as before. In one word, he could tell Charlie what he was feeling right now, but that one word was not enough for him to express all his emotions, so he continued:

– I love you, Charlie.

*** WELL. I FINISHED IT. SORRY FOR THE MANY LETTERS, BUT I NEEDED A JEALOUS HECTOR!!!!! THANKS FOR READING, FRIEND :)

[vanrouchu]

be aggressive!

don't stop, won't stop.

— rouge x gn!reader

Jealousy didn't come to Rouge as easily as it did to other people. The first thing that usually popped into his head wasn't exactly jealousy but something more akin to worry or some form of insecurity that clawed on his gut, telling him that he might not be good enough to compete.

Rouge paused as he caught sight of your figure entering the tavern, his glass inches close to his lips—completely forgetting he was holding it in the first place when the barkeeper snapped him out of his daze. His eyes were shining in delight at the sight of you and his body was already moving before he knew it.

He wanted to tell you to come sit next to him by the counter, his mouth already halfway opened to calling out your name until he faltered when he saw you approaching someone else.

Oh, maybe next time then. Rouge told himself as he tried to shove away the bitter feeling welling up in his chest and the taste of alcohol did nothing but make it worse. It was a simple matter, it made no sense to get worked up over it—at least that's what Rouge tried to tell himself.

He was usually good at keeping up appearances so when the barkeeper called out to him, letting out a hearty laugh, he couldn't help but panic a little and wondered what kind of expression he made to warrant that kind of reaction.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Rouge hummed, tracing the rim of his glass with his finger and feigning ignorance.

"You talk as if I didn't witness that whole display! What do you take me for?" The barkeeper placed a hand on Rouge's shoulder and gave it an encouraging squeeze that he thought was a little bit too strong. "You should be more aggressive! Nothing's gonna happen if you're gonna sit down and watch."

"Eh~? What's that?" Rouge laughed, trying to avoid his gaze. He tried playing it off but he would be lying if he said that the barkeeper's words didn't linger inside his head after he left him a free drink out of pity.

He pondered to himself. He thought that he was already being straightforward with his approach but when it came down to it, a little bit of hesitance along with a pinch of jealousy was enough to throw him off track.

Be aggressive, huh?

He snuck a glance towards your way, trying to find some sort of sign telling him if he should do something or not. That was his first mistake—he saw you laughing and smiling with someone else, and he couldn't help but feel something tug at his heartstrings.

It was an unpleasant feeling. He didn't want to look any longer but his gaze can't help but find you over and over again.

He clicked his tongue, setting down his glass in irritation. He was never the type to openly express these sorts of emotions that plagued him but frustration forced him to spit it out even for a split second just so he could muster his usual chipper smile and demeanor.

He stood up and made his way to the table you were sitting in. He didn't have a plan, and he certainly didn't have a clear goal in mind. What was he trying to achieve by doing this? He figured that he just wanted some peace of mind. How will he get that? He planned on figuring it out as he goes.

"Oh, you're here! You should've said hi to me. I'm hurt, y'know?" He placed his hand on your shoulder, greeting you as he always did, before turning his gaze to your company. "Eh, is this your friend? I don't think I've seen them before."

"Yeah, we bumped into each other here by coincidence and they invited me for a drink."

"Sounds really nice. Mind if I join you guys?" His gaze was expectant as he pinned it on them. He could tell that they were feeling pressured by his question—clearly against the notion but can't bring themselves to reject him directly.

"... Sure, if you'd like." They conceded, sighing, "you'll pay for your own drinks though."

Rouge smiled before taking a seat next to you. He didn't have any idea of what comes next or if his approach was appropriate. All he knew was that he couldn't sit still and watch. He'll stick next to you for the rest of the time, trying to shake off that nagging feeling at the back of his head.

"Haha, got it!" He hummed again, "then, shall we start?"

How far will being aggressive take him?

[mirikitakato]

[Translation] Banquet for the Scarlet Flower Dyed in Darkness: Episode 1

Villagers: Look, the flower's color is changing again. As if it's being swallowed by darkness... Ah, did you hear that, the terrifying roar of a beast from the forest…! He must want a sacrifice again. ...Our livestock were also harmed last night. Next time, it might be us! Is there no other way to escape from the ancient curse that has been passed down in this forest...?

Jessica: …That’s right.

Villagers: Jessica, you're awake? How are you feeling? Ivan is on his way to the capital of the Central Country to seek help. Please stay strong until he comes back...

Jessica: I'm fine. After all, beautiful flowers are poisonous, right? Soon, my time will be up. And that night will come. The banquet of darkness, the Night of Walpurgis.

[Flashback]

Young Arthur: ...Lord Oz! That big, red flower over there! That must be the one I was looking for!

Oz: Arthur, you'll fall if you run too fast.

Young Arthur: I won't fall! ...Uwah?!

Oz: Arthur!

Young Arthur: So close... Thank you for saving me with magic, Lord Oz!

Oz: I told you not to run.... Are you hurt?

Young Arthur: I'm okay! But more importantly, look here! This flower petal and leaf shape...This must be “Oz”. The big, strong, and beautiful flower. I finally found it!

Oz: …I see. Finally, you found it.

Young Arthur: Yes! It's even prettier than what I saw in the picture book... It's a fitting flower to bear the same name as Lord Oz. And this color...

Oz: What's wrong with the flower's color?

Young Arthur: It's a very strong and beautiful color. Red like the warm flames in the fireplace that I look at with Lord Oz. It’s like---

[Flashback ends]

Oz: ………. ......A dream. (It’s from around the time Arthur went looking for a flower called “Oz” when he was a child...)

[Door knocking] Oz: Who?

Akira: Good afternoon, Oz. This’s Akira.

Arthur: Arthur and Riquet are here too. May we come in for a moment?

Oz: It’s fine. Come in.

Arthur: Pardon my intrusion. Ah, did we interupt your rest? Your eyes seem relaxed.

Riquet: You were probably just staring at the fireplace and zoning out. It's important to take a break, too.

Oz: Never mind me. What brings you here?

Akira: Ah…there's someone wants to meet you and has come to see the wizards.

Oz: Me?

Akira: Yes. If you're okay with it, would you like to hear his story together?

[Scene changes]

Faust: From the Northern border of the Eastern Country? That's quite far.

Lennox: You must have had a long journey. Oh, and your name is...

Ivan: Ah, it's Ivan. When I was wandering around the forest looking for the Magic Manor, those two helped me.

Shino: Heath and I found him by chance on our way back from shopping. We thought he was a suspicious guy, but he is just a human who seems to be about the same age as us, so we brought him here.

Heathcliff: The Magic Manor is hidden by a barrier, so only those involved can enter. He looked pretty tired, but thankfully the sugar we gave him worked. I'm sorry to call you out of the blue, Teacher Faust and Mr. Lennox. I’m glad you two come to join us...

Faust: From what I’ve heard, it sounds like a complicated story that can’t be taken lightly...

Lennox: And besides, it's rare for someone to come looking for Lord Oz. Especially a young boy like you, who came all the way from the borderlands alone...

Akira: Sorry for keeping you waiting.

Riquet: We've brought Oz.

Ivan: ......Ah! As soon as Oz enters the room, the boy who is among the wizards stands up. The boy’s hair hangs down behind his ears, swaying gently with his movements. His clever almond-shaped eyes flicker towards Oz, never ceasing to blink. Facing his obvious nervousness, Oz speaks slowly.

Oz: You, are the one who came looking for me.

Ivan: .......Eh…..?

The boy looks dumbfounded. His light blue eyes, which are like a clear blue spring, widen in surprise at Oz’s voice.

Heathcliff: Ivan?

Shino: Hey, still with us? Your eyes are all glazed over.

Ivan: Ah…! I'm sorry, but it's a little...actually, a lot different from what I imagined. ...Are you really Lord Oz? The one called the Demon Lord, who once ruled the world in terror...

The boy asks cautiously, carefully examining Oz's appearance. I have seen many people get flustered when they met Oz like this.

Akira: (He's so surprised...I guess he imagined Oz to be more fearsome.)

Oz's legend has been written in various forms and stories through people, in various books and documents from all over the world. There are many stories, from being a monster symbolizing fear based on the fact that he is called a Demon Lord, to even absurd stories that have no basis.

Arthur is the one who answers the question of the boy - who seemed shocked.

Arthur: This person is certainly Lord Oz, but he's not a Demon Lord. He's powerful and has lived for a long time, so there are many misunderstandings about him. The truth is, he's a very kind person.

Riquet: That’s right, just like the Sage here and their wizards, he will help you. Right, Oz?

Oz: ......

As the topic returns to him, Oz quietly looks down at the boy. The boy embarrassingly bows his head to Oz.

Ivan: My apologize I've only lived in a small village, so I don't know much about the world...

Oz: …It’s okay. That's how humans have always been.

Despite Oz's flat and emotionless voice, the boy visibly relaxes. It's clear he has approached this situation with great caution. Now, a wave of relief washes over him, as if a heavy weight has lifted from his shoulders.

Ivan: This long journey was a gamble, but I'm glad I made it! And thank you for welcoming me, everyone from the Sage's Wizards.

Akira: No, it's not easy to travel across a country by yourself. There must be a reason you come to ask for help. I don't know if we can help, but can you tell us your story?

I asks him that, and he takes another breath. His determined eyes are looking at everyone.

Ivan: Let me introduce myself once again. My name is Ivan. I come from a village in the East, far from here. I heard about Lord Oz from a traveler who was passing by the village. He said that the great lord is now in the Central Country and working as a Sage’s Wizard... So I came to see if that was true. First, would you please look at this?

Saying that, Ivan picks up a wooden box that was at his feet. Inside is a flowerpot that only has a single flower. The scarlet petals, close to black, unfurl with a powerful grace reminiscent of a lily, capturing our gazes unconsciously.

Arthur: ...This is...

Oz, Faust, Lennox: ......

Akira: So beautiful… A big and really cool flower.

Shino: It's cool because it's so dignified.

Heathcliff: You're right, the fullness of its bloom exudes a certain nobility. It's undeniably captivating.

Ivan: ......Haha, right.

The wizards praise the flower one after another, but somehow, Ivan makes a complicated expression.

Ivan: Near the village where I live, there is a deep forest where this flower grows in clusters. The deeper into the forest you go, the more the flowers are in full bloom... The scenery you see when you go all the way inside is dyed crimson... The name of that forest is “The Demon Lord Forest”.

Akira: Demon Lord?

At the mention of a familiar nickname, several gazes turn towards Oz. And Oz, who has been silently looking at the flower, slowly opens his mouth.

Oz: “Oz”. It’s the name of a flower that blooms in the Northeast border and has fatal poison that can take people's lives.

Ivan: Yes…! So you do know this flower...

Riquet: A flower with the same name as Oz... Is it the flower that Prince Arthur told us last time?

Arthur: Yes….A long time ago, Lord Oz and I went on a journey to find this flower.

Akira: (......Come to think of it, I've heard it from Oz too.)

I once went around and asked for stories from each wizard to write them in the Sage's Journal. In the course of our conversation, we talked about memories of Arthur. I vividly remember Oz smiling wryly, reminiscing about young Arthur's mischievous antics in the moonlit courtyard. He told me that his days with Arthur were filled with new adventures every day. This is one of the many memories he shared with me.

Akira: (But this flower, the color is different from what I heard back then...)

Arthur: ......The flower’s color has lost its vibrancy.

Arthur's eyes hold the flower's reflection, his voice tings with a quiet sadness.

Arthur: The flower we found when I was a child was a much brighter, more beautiful red. Why is this one so dark and dull?

Akira: It seems a little different from the color I heard too. Is it a different kind?

Faust, who has been listening to the conversation with Lennox from a slight distance, approaches the flowerpot after our question. He peers at the bloom, his well-shaped eyebrows furrowing slightly beneath his glasses.

Faust: …I can sense an ominous aura, although very faint. This isn't a natural change. Something must have affected this flower, causing it to become dull. Blight wouldn't cause this...

Lennox: Ivan, is this the only discolored Oz flower, or are there others?

Ivan: ......There are. The flowers that bloom in the forest are also the same color.

Index | Episode 2

[shummashum]

Klaus Goldstein Ch11 [7~11]

oh… you sure? that would be great! welcome welcome

what zz what are you looking at any complaints?

So they headed into the courtyard.

if you have any complaints, speak out man nothing will change just by glaring at her like that she won't know if you don't tell her~

eeh is he in bad mood~??? I don't know about it at all~~?????

Anyway, Al suggested that they take turns attacking and defending each other to practice protective spells, and everyone agreed.

how about setting penalties? this is how it's supposed to be fun how about the loser buys a meal

oh well but don't be too serious about this this isn't a competition nor a test pretty please

So well… according to their words, today they're gonna focus on armor spells rather than barriers.

oh… then judgment skills will be crucial in this area turning the buff on when the attack comes in and turning it off again when the damage time ends this is good! sounds interesting

but it's a little different from the image I had in mind I expected something like parrying, but it was just applying a buff rather than that

Anyway she waived her wand while reciting the words and touched the tip of it to her other arm.

oh… but this is an increase in magic defense this has nothing to do with physical defense, right? if someone attacks his arm with a sword, it's useless

it's like that… a wand in one hand and an enchanted arm in the other instead of a sword in one hand and a shield in the other

So they began their practice.

I see his actions are filled with emotion isn't it too obvious?

well then let us do the same be ready, Klaus!!

nah why are you aiming at Al follow my lead! attack the ex-prefect!!

aha… element is just a bonus, and power decides everything in the end

Al declared that now it's his turn, and…

she lost,,, is this all you have? why didn't you at least try to stop it it's no different from a batter getting on the mound and striking out without even swinging the bat once, don't you think

Anyway, when Al proposed to move on to the next round…

this guy has no morals

they're gonna flip out,,, emergency emergency another Ch7 again

oi oi oi oi you guys promised to focus on armor spells, not the barriers besides that guy is attacking Al himself, not his wand what's wrong with him,,,

well you shouldn't miss this the scene where the angelic Prefect and the mighty Emperor spar with each other using magic? this is so fucking rare

go for it, Al!! let us clearly inform him of the fate of the one who starts the fight first!!

As Klaus launched another attack while pledging to win…

eh

holy mama now even physical attacks appear and you damn asshole you think you have the right to say 'against the rules' stuff now? look back on your actions first sighsigh

uh eh erm why the bgm wait wait wasn't that "I never said I could only use magic" just a half-joking

if you're always going to end up like this, then just don't be together why are you guys willing to be in the same place when you know it will end like this

but we should call him, right? oi!!!!

uh… no!! honestly I'm way more worried about you though

welll… okay I really really truly don't want to leave you alone, but if you say so…..

[demon-blood-youths]

An Officer's Corruption - Part Sixteen

Hello everyone! This is Demon-mun, again and this is part Fifthteen of An Officer's Corruption started by @the-silver-peahen-residence

||Previous Chapters 1-7||((Click here))

((Previous chapters 8-13)) (Click here))

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen ( Violence Warning )

||OVA Chapters||

OVA part Six

OVA part Seven

---- Warnings ---

Violence

Slight NSFW

---- Summary ----

After the huge brawl that took place at T Prison cafeteria. Officer Violet goes to investigate what caused Itadori to get violent after some words. Also, Oblivion plans to dive deep into Yuuka's history.

-----

"So that's what happened." Ink said as she is at her office talking to Sai. Which has been so long. When she got the call from him. She can't help but answer him since it felt so long since they talked. She wants to know how he is doing so far.

"I see..."

"Yep. The Yazuka guy, Katana Man breaks into the prison to kill Denji because he killed his grandfather who had him do job of killing demons so they can smuggle the remains. Of course, that old guy died not because of Denji but because he made a bad deal with the zombie Devil. So you know how that is."

"Not surprised that Denji had to do it because of some debt. It's a common unfortunate case for many who had to pay back debt left by their parents.." Said Sai.

"Yeah! And now we had a mini-riot just hours ago." Ink said.

"Is it related?"

"No. Some prisoner messed with the wrong guy and got his teeth pulled and even his tongue out." Ink sighed.

"Fuck!"

"Eh?! Sai? You okay?" Ink said.

"Yeah! That's pretty brutal if you ask me. That prisoner must of done something to piss the other guy off." Sai said.

"Anyway...what's up with you, Sai? How is that bat guy doing?"

"Oh...." Sai sighs, "Okay."

----- Sai's office ----

As he talks, below the desk. He winces as Terry down there is now teasing him below as he feels tongue on his length.

"How is he?"

"On his best behavior of course," Sai managed to say as he goes to push the bat's head with his leg to his groin to get that best feeling in the world. Ever since that night, he can't help himself. Damn him. No doubt, he is going to do it again with him tonight.

"Just some jokes here and there," Sai added. "But overall, okay. He is also getting out on his best behavior. We talked and we came on a deal."

"A deal?" Ink asked.

----

"Yes." Sai answered. "I decided to have him as my CI. I need someone to get information that most officers can't get." He said.

"Huh. I think that's a good idea." She said. Sai wonders if he knows anything about Ryomen Sukuna has something to do with Sai's charge and Rust's. Maybe they did.

"By the way...have you ever of Ryomen Sukuna?"

"Yeah! I do! He's the one who gives us money for repairs. He sounds like a nice guy." Ink smiled. Sai hums, "Well...do you know that he has someone in prison he cares about?"

"Not sure. It wouldn't be surprising."

"I can't get into details for that since someone is taking care of that so I'll talk to you later."

"Right, talk to you later, Sai. It's great to hear from you again. Also, sorry for the late update on that file."

"It's fine. No worries. I know how to handle my prisoner. It's no problem." Sai said, forgiving her. "Next time, have Hellmare handle that, got it?"

"Right!" Ink sweatdropped with a sheepish smile. "Anyway! Talk to you later." She said.

----

"Right, later." Sai smiles before hanging up. Sai hisses a little, "Can you at least wait? Didn't I get you blood earlier?"

"You did. But I need more if I'm going to work for you." Terry bite his hand. Sai sighs and pats. "Fine. Then another night would suffice?'

"Sure."

-------- Roosevelt Island Prison -----

Oblivion was upset on how Yuuka was treated the other night. She can't imagine it. She had to ask an extra shot available in her office. She wonders. She went outside and request a drone from Fosh to deliver that shot to Ophelia.

Today at noon, Oblivion request a different line for Fosh so she can talk to Ophelia in private on the phone after she got a text from Ophelia.

"Hello Oblivion. Thank you for seeing my message."

"No thank you for taking the time on this." Said Oblivion. "So what do we got?"

"I will say this...it's disturbing what they're doing to her. It's messing with her quirk no doubt but there are side effects." Ophelia frowns. "Both mentally and physically. She has a right to react. Messing with someone's quirk can do some longstanding damage to someone that will take time."

"Okay...so what kind of side effects are we talking about?" Oblivion asked.

"It's not pretty so here's what I listed. Right now, I'm thinking of making an alternative that might change the deadly poison to less dangerous poison temporarily. But I know you don't like that." Said Ophelia.

"Please tell me." Oblivion sighed. "I want to help her."

"Very well." Ophelia said as she goes to explain

----- Lower Cell Floor ------

"So I guess you heard the news..." Kali sighs. Rex chuckles, "I was wondering when Sukuna going to make a move. Never thought he would be so generous after the prison break-in."

"Do you think..."

"No. Sukuna isn't that kind of person. In fact, he hates that old geezer who was smuggling devil remains. He also had some artifacts stolen from his collection once and it was sold. He seems elated that old man died and his grandson now off to another prison. After all...he cares about Itadori and that's why he doing this. This way, the enemies of Six Claws will look for them when released or wait...instead of breaking into the prison themselves."

"It doesn't explain the other charges held by Vanguard's officers." Kali said.

"Ah yes. Davion." Said Rex as he continues, "That man is a dragon who is a bounty hunter. Apparently, he ran into a unlucky situation where he got arrested. That man is really strong. Whenever a huge bounty appears, he comes hunting." He said. "Although...his actions garners some police attention since his methods are.....a bit crude." Said Rex. "After all...I seen his work when he comes to black market tracking down his targets."

"And the other one?"

"Ah...Terry the Bat. A pain in the neck. From what I heard, he takes down criminals. You can say that he's anti-hero in those comic books. No doubt, he will have Officer Narong to work with him if their interests align." Said Rex. "Although...these are just guesses. I'm not surprised that both of them are going to be released since they're smart and charming but I am curious why Sukuna has mentioned them for some reason. Maybe...Davion could be used for a hired gun or sorts. As for Terry, not sure though." He shrugs.

"So nothing on Itadori?"

"No. Things are proceeding as planned. It seems like Sukuna wants Six Claws out of the prison so Itadori won't be in danger. It seems fair." He said. "If I had to guess maybe Sukuna wants the Six Claws for something. Only four of the six Claws know Sukuna in the criminal underground." He said.

"And you?" Kali crosses his arms, "I can guess a lot of stuff." "If you guessed that Sukuna wants me out due to business, then yes. You are correct." Rex smiles. "And now, now! In case you're wondering, I do not deal in human trafficking. Just weapons, money, and such. Nothing else."

"How is that any better?"

"Even as criminals, we have standards." Said Rex.

------- Warden Kinie Ger 's Office -----

"So that's how it happened." Warden Kinie Ger informs him of what happened between Iku and Yuji that started the brawl.

"I see. Thank you for informing me. Tell me did Yuji win or what?"

"Actually..he won. If you want to know the details. The man who provoked him lost two of his teeth and a tongue. Forunately, since he's a demon. It will grow back but he won't leaving the infirmary after a week. In fact, Yuji would be out of there when he wakes up. So no need to worry. Yuji is in cell by himself so he can calm down. As for his friends, the same. But they will leave the solitary soon." He said.

"I see. Thank you, Kinie." Said Sukuna.

"Just doing my job. After all, I owe you for the repairs." He said.

"So you explained the situation to them," Ryomen asked.

"Yes. Officer Vanguard took it well as she doesn't mind it." Kinie answered the phone with Ryomen Sukuna. Although...she has no idea how Ink thinks. "As for Officer Vin Shia, she seems apprehensive about this but she will get around as she got her orders."

"Good, good." Ryomen hums.

"Anyway...this date." Kinie Ger said. "What is the time and place?"

"Now, now, now. I can't spoil the surprise, can we? I will have my driver take you." Ryomen chuckles making Kine Ger make a face. "But...if you want. It's the view of the city."

View of the city.

Kinie Ger doesn't like being inside the city but seeing the view. She doesn't mind it. "Okay...is there anything I need to bring?"

"Oh? You want to give me a gift?" He teased. Kinie Ger nods, "Yes. I don't think spending time with you be enough, I wonder if there is anything I should give you. Mind you, I only know how to cook, bring wine or such to make the date enjoyable."

Ryomen laughs. "Wow! I never had a woman who wants to bring something as a kind gesture." He said. "I accept." He said gently. "Anything that surprises me. Though yourself is enough."

Kinie Ger can't help but smirk a little at this. "Very well. Also you said that you're planning on adding another request."

"Yes. It's nothing extreme. All I want you is to make sure Itadori is safe including his friends. After all, he is my prized fighter. And joy of course." Said Sukuna.

"Leave it to me." Said Kinie. "Officer Jinx is good at her job at protecting others."

----- Jinx with Kisho and Megumi ----

"So can you two tell me what happened?" Jinx asked the two. "I asked your friend, Itadori but he doesn't want to say."

"If Itadori doesn't want to talk, then what makes you think we will talk?" Megumi asked her seriously with an emotionless look. Jinx biting her cheek, "Because I want to know."

"Megumi..." Kisho said, unsure as he wanted to tell her. Megumi shakes his head.

"She needs to know...what's the big deal?" Kisho asked with a frown.

"Kisho...." Megumi warns, giving him a look to which Kisho wants to say something but doesn't want to disobey.

"Look. I just want to owe him for helping me out against that Akane and the Snake Devil." Jinx said. "I just want to understand. I know he doesn't throw a punch unless something seriously pisses him off."

"And how do you know?" Megumi said. "Do you know him? Or just know based on his file?" He said, not convinced by this.

"I want to know him. I only know what he likes and what he can do. I even saw what he can do too." Jinx sighed. She recalls the times when Yuji becomes so...primal. "So, please. If I am in charge of protecting him whether he goes to trial or gets released. I need to know so I can make sure nothing happens like that again."

"I mean...if you want to know..."

"Kisho."

"Come on, Megumi! It sounds like Officer Violet cares so why not? It's the guy's fault for starting. We were just minding our business. I mean...Yuji is a type of guy who doesn't like people talking shit including hurting innocent people." He said.

"Huh?" Jinx said.

"You see. That Iku guy was bragging about being in the Demons of Oda." He said. "He says he knows Yuji in the fighting ring and some other shit."

Megumi sighs.'

"Then Yuji isn't interested because that guy's whole plan is to take on Yuji because he's the strongest."

"That's what the other prisoners were saying."

"See? Told you!" Kisho tells Megumi who rolls his eyes but sighs.

"And he says something that if he wins, then Itadori gotta serve him and tell him to bring the girls, the female guards," Kisho said, looking a bit disgusted.

"Then one of the two, Syuuta about a female guard with dark reddish brown and wants to do things to her. That's when Itadori snapped." Megumi added.

Jinx blinks before widening her eyes. Hold on...then....did Itadori do that because he doesn't like how the guys were talking about me? No that can't be right?

"There. Are you happy? Not sure if that's going to change anything." Megumi said. Jinx shakes her head, "No, that's enough thanks. It makes me....glad that Itadori did something like that for no reason."

"Huh?" Megumi blinked.

"Anyway you two can go back to your regular cells." Jinx said. "Thank you very much."

"Hey!" Kisho watches Jinx runs off. "Hey Megumi, do you think...Jinx is going to tell Yuji that she gets it and Yuji won't get in trouble."

"Who knows. It means...we will be in our cells alone till Yuji comes back at the morning." Said Megumi.

"Meaning we will be there in our cell by ourselves," Kisho sigh then he blinked. Hold on...that does mean. Kisho looks nervously at Megumi who chuckles a little. "Itadori will be fine. You're on the other hand..." He looks at him.

"Oh come on, Megumi! I was just trying to help." Kisho pleaded. Megumi ruffles his hair, "I know. But we haven't finished because of that damn break-in. Maybe a reward would be good for you."

"R-right..." Kisho sighed before grinning a little, "Yes...Lord Fushiguro."

Megumi twitched a little, "Little punk...let's get inside!"

"Okay, okay!" Kisho laughs. And so the night continues on as Jinx returns to Yuji's solitary cell. How would this night go.

----

To be continued...

[kresnikcest]

OWG2 - His Scar

Short story from the Official World Guidance. Like always, machine translation, but thanks again to @lastthroes for looking over it in... May. of last year. Yeah I totally forgot about this one, but I really liked it!

Notes:

Rideaux is just kinda rude all the time but English isn't as efficient with conveying formality/politeness registers :(

onzoushi is an old term for “the son of a distinguished family" or "the son of a noble”, because Julius is the son of the CEO. I would probably localise it as "the heir" (of Spirius or the Kresnik clan or the Bakur family) but Rideaux uses it as a vocative term and English kinda lacks in words for that. So I went for a royalty thing instead and just had him be "your Highness" sarcastically.

This is set in Primia 4293, so one year after the pasta thing. Julius is 16, Rideaux is 17.

* = I can't quite figure this sentence out but I just made a guess...

The idea of a "time at which you become aware of things around you" is ridiculous. Humans are already aware of everything around them from the moment of their birth.

Most people just can’t remember it.

My proof of that? I’m proof, myself. I remember everything since the moment I was born.

I didn’t care for the treasured platinum watch I was born with, but the ticking of its gears was proof that I was alive.

The funny thing is, the real proof that I was alive, my heart, was defective and fragile.

I remember the look on my parents' faces back then when they found out. I remember it very clearly, they looked like they’d been told the worst of jokes.

The "slapstick comedy" that followed was what society would call "the time at which you become aware of things around you"... Eh, ten years later, that story isn't worth a single Gald.

My point is, "the time at which you become aware of things around you" is just a way to say you have a bad memory.

Or perhaps I'm the one who’s special? Unfortunately, someone else is already proof of that. Julius Wi Bakur-- Oops, isn't he Will Kresnik now? He gets mad if you call him by his old name, so I get it wrong on purpose.

I remember his case, it seems he and that silver pocketwatch of his were welcomed with open arms by his father.

In addition to being a direct descendant of the ancient Kresnik line, he’s also the son of the powerful family that leads the Spirius Corporation. Not only that, he possesses a powerful Chromatus, so he’s an heir with high expectations.

I sound jealous? Ha, like I’d ever admit to that! That’s--

Bang!

"Found you, Rideaux. We have a mission."

Suddenly, there’s a kick to my back from the sole of a shoe, right against my new tailored suit!

There is only one person is stupid enough to treat me like this.

"Don't mess around like that, Julius! Do you know how much this suit cost?"

"Do I know?” he asks flatly. “I know you have a bad taste in fashion."

At least it’s better-looking than those fake glasses you wear that hide what you really think! You just suddenly started wearing them for some reason. Are you worried about that horrible expression in your eyes? Hmph, don’t tell me you met a girl?

"It's a two-person mission. Hurry up and get ready."

Tch, he has this attitude despite being a year younger than me. He's always been like this. Know-it-all bastard.

"Wow, am I babysitting the prince of Spirius today?"

"I'm the one babysitting you, the seventeen year old who won't calm down."

Look who’s talking! What happened to the guy who, until last year, was just like me?

"I don't want to be bossed around by the prince. "Back then" I killed 150 more people than*--"

"How many times do I have to tell you until you'll understand? Don't call me that,” he interrupts in a cold voice.

Oh, how long has it been since you last spoke like that? It sends chills down my spine. Good.

"My bad, your Highness~!" I say, draping my arm around his shoulder overly familiarly and giving him a special smile.

But Julius only pulls and turns away to face the newly-installed communication terminal instead.

"... The Fractured Dimension is No. F41BF. Here are the details."

He starts reading out the data displayed on it. The glare of light on his glasses hides his expression.

Hey, you can’t possibly be ignoring me! How disappointing. Do you want to be a good little boy now? If this were the you from just a while ago... Whatever. It's a win for the me of the present. It'll make it easier to do this damned job.

"Depth: 209. Deviation: 0.05. The rift is located in Trigleph."

"209 with a deviation of 0.05? That’s gonna be annoying."

These values are provided by Spirius Corporation's prided spacetime radar, Kudlak's Claw. To put it kindly, the smaller the deviation, the more similar it is to the Prime Dimension, and the harder it is to find the Divergence Catalyst. In addition, the high depth indicates that only certain people can enter it. People like us.

I close my eyes, and search for the spacetime coordinates in my mind. It's a feeling only those who have a Chromatus can understand, but it's like extending your mind out like a tentacle and connecting to the Fractured Dimension's entry point. Or like catching a fish on a hook. Hehe, fishing is a boring hobby, though I've never tried it.

Okay, I've got it! 

Suddenly, Julius, in level 2 Chromatus, disappears without another word. He really isn’t a team player, is he? No wonder he has no friends.

I spit at the place where he just stood, then leap into the target dimension.

.

A silver-haired woman peers past the big shopping bag of tomatoes and pasta in her arms, clearly cautious of something. Her face has been casually covered up by a hat and scarf, and she’s conscious of anyone following her. However, her ability is still that of an amateur.

It’s my second day in this Fractured Dimension. I've been searching repeatedly for information, and on the outskirts of downtown Trigleph, I’ve found the possible host of the Divergence Catalyst.

Claudia Il Kresnik. A woman who has already died in the Prime Dimension.

Even though she’s dressed plainly, she’s very beautiful. I’m guessing she’s around thirty... three? I'm quite confident in that estimate. I'm pretty confident in guessing women's ages. Maybe I should verify that before destroying this world.

Regardless, it seems like I found the Catalyst before Julius did.

It might be called a two-person mission, but we’ve always operated like this. Teamwork? Don’t make me laugh. Just thinking of working alongside someone as unsociable as him makes me feel sick.

Spirius' goal is for us to compete and strive to be stronger than the other. If they didn't plan on that, I don’t think they would have put the two of us together, when we’re so incompatible.

The most important thing for the both of us is to show proof of "one’s usefulness". It is, quite literally, a matter of life and death. 

Claudia finishes her shopping and heads for the slums. I follow at a distance. Any closer, and I’ll be able to tell if she’s the Divergence Catalyst, but in such a crowded place, “disposing” of her might be surprisingly difficult. The last time I went on a rampage with Julius, we went all out until it drew the attention of the military itself. It was fun, but--

Still walking, the woman enters a crumbled ruin of an apartment building.

I follow her stealthily, hiding my presence. At first glance, it seems like there’s no one else here. But, once up the stairs, I can hear a strange humming of song. Damn, someone else is here. How annoying.

Claudia, who has been frowning, suddenly stops in her tracks at the sound and gives a joyful smile, before quickening her pace up the stairs.

She knocks at the door of Room 302 in an odd pattern, possibly as a signal to the person inside the room. The humming stops. I need to act now, it’ll be annoying to deal with more people. In a single move, I draw a surgical knife and close the distance between us.

At the same moment that Claudia sees me and her face freezes in fear, the door opens. A kid, with the same silver hair as her, peeks his face out of the door. I think he’s about the same age as I was when I had my aspyrix surgery…? It doesn’t matter.

"Mommy?"

At that very moment, the Divergence Catalyst in the child shows itself.

"Oh, so you’re the one?" I say.

"Ludger, run!" the woman screams.

She draws a knife and stabs towards me. For an amateur, she’s quite fast. I back away a step.

"I won't let you have him! He's... He's just a child!"

Claudia pushes the child behind her, protecting him, glaring at me with burning eyes. Ah right, that’s what the eyes of a parent should look like, no? As a reward, I kick her in the stomach. She screams in pain.

"Mom!"

The mother falls to the ground, curling into herself and holding her stomach, and this time, it’s the boy who protects his mother. Good, it's almost like they’re following a script. Mother and son will be skewered through together. It’s just a shame I won’t be able to know if my age estimates were right. My Level 2 Chromatus activates–

A sword presses at my throat.

"Stop it, Rideaux."

Julius stands behind me, a daunting presence, cold as steel.

"...Stealing my win, your Highness?"

Julius says nothing.

"Mom, hold on!"

The kid takes the opportunity to try and hide his mother, who’s crouched on the floor of the room. The voice of one who won't give up, and the desperate look on his face fill me with an overwhelming, irrational anger.

"Oh no you don’t!"

Minding the blade to my neck, I turn and jab my elbow into Julius' face.

"Gah!"

My blood splatters into the air, along with Julius' horrible glasses. Serves him right!

With Julius dealt with, I draw my surgical knives on Claudia.

"You'll regret that, you damn brat!"

In a screech of metal, my surgical knives are cut in halves with just one strike of Julius' sword. The severed ends fly into the air. What?! Julius’ Chromatus--

"Level 3?!"

Slam! The kid pushes his mother into the room and closes the door.

"I won't let you..."

Julius' dark eyes pierce through me, eyes that I remember fondly, tinged with despair. Yes, just like that! 

"You were the one who said it. ‘Everything will be destroyed anyway, so we have the freedom to do anything we want.’ Right? " I say cheerfully.

His eyes grow darker. That's right, don't forget, those are your-- those are the eyes of the Kresnik clan!

"Ahahaha! You should enjoy yourself, your Highness! Why don’t we get the two of them together and start with the mother, then save the boy for last--"

Julius punches me and my cheek explodes with pain. Ow! 

That’s good, though, isn’t it…? This is how it's supposed to be, don't you understand, Julius?

Julius punches me again.

You, who should have everything, have the same eyes that I do.

Julius punches me again.

How happy this makes me… Well, you'll never know, but…

Julius punches me again.

… Aren't you going overboard? My aspyrixis organs are rather delicate...

Julius punches me again.

Oh well… If I die, they'll just make you the "bridge" instead...

In my fading consciousness, I hear him saying something.

"I know. That's why... for Ludger... I will..."

Then there is the sound of the door being kicked in.

.

When I come to and open my eyes, it’s raining.

In the ruin of the apartment building's hallway corridor, the rain blows in from the broken window, and Julius' glasses that I'd knocked off of him are wet on the floor next to me. I myself am drenched, in either blood or rain. It doesn’t matter which. My body moves sluggishly.

I lay there, unsightly spread-eagle. Bruises, lacerations, and fractured bones. I’m ragged, but seemingly alive. However, just like the Prime Dimension and a Fractured one, it’s hard to tell the difference between the living world and the dead.

"We have confirmed the destruction of the target Fractured Dimension. Please submit your report by tomorrow."

A response from headquarters? I can only turn my head slightly. There, standing with a communication device, is Julius.

Destruction complete, huh? Of course. In a case like that, it's basically impossible to fail.

And yet, the left side of Julius' forehead, around his eyebrow, has been sliced deep. A stream of blood runs all the way to his chest, dyeing it red. The guy who beat me up couldn’t handle those lousy amateurs?!

"You've got to be kidding me!" I want to yell, but then I notice his cheeks are wet with something that isn't blood.

"I... no matter how many times... for you..."

There is only the sound of rain. Then, Julius looks up to the sky, and with a sad, shaking voice, murmurs like a prayer:

"But, I don't want anyone else to know what I did... Please forgive... your liar of a brother."

No way!

What the hell do you want forgiveness for?! We’re the ones forced to carry the burden of this godforsaken destiny, we're the ones who are forced to use this cursed power, we’re the ones who should be getting an apology!

But, Julius' eyes are already fixated on something different than mine.

"Hahaha... in the end... even you..."

As I sneer at him, something lukewarm trails down my cheek. I don’t know if it's rain or blood. I raise my injured arm, and smash his fallen glasses to pieces.

.

The following is an data excerpt from the Department of Dimensional Affairs:

Fractured Dimension No. F41BF

Specifications: Depth=209   Deviation=0.05   Rift=Trigleph

Destroyed in the year Primia 4293.

Agents in charge: Julius Will Kresnik/Rideaux Zek Rugievit

Divergence Catalyst: Claudia Il Kresnik (33 years old, female)

Reported by: Julius Will Kresnik

[fff777]

Stumbled upon this video of Got7 going to Jeju Island that I'd never seen before

Jinyoung breaking the illusion: Well there are cameras so it isn't technically a vacation ^^;;

Jackson: Paragliding without the parachute!

Bambam & Youngjae: I'm on a boat!!!!

I think Jackson dropped something on the floor? But why does Jinyoung have to hold his head like that.

Mark got voluntold to drive but he was like "...I think I'd get lost :<"

Jinyoung: Our goal is to make money so let's just buy stuff and the mark it up Evil capitalism man

Yugyeom just suggesting what he wants to eat and everyone including the video editors making fun of his childish tastes. I'm with you Yugyeom, I also have the taste buds of a child T_T

I am one of those people who like ice cream in winter so Jackson is not wrong. I also like ice cream in all seasons.

Jackson's names for the food truck are just variations of got, seven, and truck

Jaebeom's simple food truck name an instant flop

Mark's certainly feeling hyper for the trip :3 He's so chatty.

Mark too is a bunk bed enthusiast :3

After Jinyoung put on his perfume/cologne Yugyeom said he smelled like Yugyeom's dad

Mark thinking about the absolute worst case scenarios like the staff abandoning them and taking their luggage away when they get to Jeju

Road trip!!

Got7 surprisingly competent at making eggs. I mean, Yugyeom's egg was not as bad as Mark Lee's from NCT lol.

Look at how many people are there filming...

I'm getting sappy but busy kitchens are cozy to me :3

They are all decent cooks eh? :3 Or does the food just look good because I'm hungry right now haha.

Crab in soup noodles sounds so good

Bambam trusts Jackson's dishwashing but not Yugyeom's. Baby syndrome.

Mark found a perfectly good seat on Jinyoung's lap.

Jinyoung suggested doing the group chant before they went off and everyone was like that's so cheesy! Old man tastes lol.

The guys laughing at Mark and Jackson discussing what the bug is, in the mix of their Korean and English

Mark dolphin scream and Markson freestyle rap

Mark and Jackson getting distracted by pajamas at the store

Aw they ended up buying a pair of pajamas for each member.

The food truck is cute :3

They're borrowing someone's food truck so they can't get rid of the stuff that's already there because the owner will need it again later. So they'll just have to cover things up.

Jaebeom saw the pajama pants and Mark explained it to him and Jaebeom just sighed lol

Yugyeom can't handle spicy food. Taste buds of a child, like me.

Jackson getting kicked by Yugyeom for his failed aegyo

Bambam said that painting reminded him of kindergarten :3

Bambam helped his mom with her restaurant a year before debut <3

This is so cozy, Got7 have such good teamwork. I think I'm used to newer variety content that focuses on games and the funnies. These guys are really taking the food truck seriously and it's nice watching them help each other <3 There was shenanigans with the grocery team but the decorating team was working quietly on the signs. And then now they're testing the recipes and evaluating and making them better together <3

Mark took home economics in high school :P

Filming crew forced to try all of the cup rices XD

Jaebeom first being saved by Yugyeom because he had scissors and everyone else had rock but Yugyeom had paper.

Jaebeom so moved that he doesn't have to do the dishes XD

Yugyeom and Jaebeom super hyper for pre-sleep karaoke XD Believe it or not, they're sober XD

Jackson got out of bed and then tucked in Yugyeom uwu

Jaebeom was already up and watching a show on TV called "Uncovering the truth." I looked it up and it seems to be a documentary show about 'social issues, mysterious happenings, and unsolved crimes.'

Jackson wanted to surprise the members with breakfast :3

Wang Gae Park Gae with MarkBam asleep in the back

Jaebeom high pitched shrieking when the oil pops in the pan :P

Jaebeom, as he's cooking the nth batch of kimchi: I'm not going to cook for weeks

Bambam the artist drawing a poster with markers :3

Jackson: I'm still at a stage where driving is fun Joke's on me, driving was never fun for me T_T

AmeriThaiKong car talking in Konglish

Youngjae kidnapped Jinyoung into dancing with him on the street

Aw, they're nervous about whether the food truck will do well

I'm not sure what the certificate of sanitation signifies ^^;;

There's barely anyone in the park so they posted to social media ^^;;

Smell of failure is the joke of the day

Jackson accidentally promoting to the food truck owner

Jackson kind of peer pressured the first customer to their food truck lol

I think a lot of fans would have gone to the area after seeing social media

Youngjae's tuna mayo rice is very popular :3

Jinyoung is the money man

Aw Mark took a pic with a group of friends and one of the guys high fived him haha. They just became bros.

That guy also high fived Yugyeom haha. I think he just wanted to high five all of the guys :3 I think Got7 would be so approachable though :3

Tuna mayo is sold out!

Jinyoung was getting very managerial since it was getting crowded and hectic and people needed to be able to line up properly.

Ham sold out

RICE sold out XD

Egg sold out

Jinyoung the manager of Mark thirst traps

Third day will be for playing :3

Jaebeom said that he would just rest at home if the guys went go-karting and Jinyoung said all or nothing!!

And then Mark said "I won't go if Jaebeom doesn't go" T_T

Got7 videos were playing at the bowling alley when they first got there :P

What is this fluorescent glow in the dark disco bowling alley lol

Tangerines for days

Nooo they forgot the pajama pants in the car so we didn't even get to see them with their funky pajama pants on

Jaebeom and Jinyoung the soulmates :3

Jaebeom and Youngjae and their taxi driver roleplay :P

Kitty :3

Mark didn't jump into the cold water pool, he let himself fall in XD

Jaebeom always distracted by cats

JB, a butler

Photographer JB :3

Loser X3 He noted that the menu was expensive and after looking around he was like "hey guys...should we go somewhere else?"

Jackson announcing that he's going to go out for ice cream again (after finishing his grilled ham/spam) and being like "let's go Yugyeom!" and Yugyeom's like "I won't go!" In the end, Jackson went by himself.

NO JACKSON DROPPED THE ICE CREAM

Jinyoung patting Jackson's head

Ah this was such a fun little show. It was more down to earth than I expected. I loved seeing the guys take the food truck seriously. It was fun seeing these guys actually get down and cook. There were funnies but it was just Jackson causing a ruckus and otherwise very silly jokes that all of the guys are in on :P It's always been clear that they're very good friends and I love that for them :3

[golbrocklovely]

I honestly enjoyed their new video. The only thing that threw me off a little bit was Karl describing snc as “fucking nerds” and them basically lying about them “believing in ghosts” , when snc just asked them if theya re believers or not.

The “fcking nerds” it had this sound as if he was making fun of snc that they believe in paranormal stuff, but i hope he didn’t want to actually make fun of them and that it’s just my poor interpretation

And them lying is just… eh. Why they did it? Esp karl. It made 0 sense, esp that snc had already non believers on their channel. I mean… even Nate was skeptical / non believer at first

idk what part in the video karl said that but i doubt that he meant to sound mean or was purposefully being malicious. he was probably just joking. i too call snc nerds sometimes, but i don't mean it in a derogitory way haha

and the "lying" him and foolish did about believing ghosts, i don't think they were lying so to speak. i think they might have played up their feelings when they were on camera, then called each other out for feeling differently before filming. but as the night progressed, they actually were scared. i don't think they were pretending to feel one way over the other. i think they felt less scared before, starting experience stuff, and then tried to play down how scared they were, until they couldn't.

i think a lot of their energy was nervous and not being able to handle that nervousness, or at least to me that's how it felt.

and i'm saying all of this as someone who is not a fan of either of those guys. i don't know them, so i could be wrong. but they didn't seem like bad guys, just two very over-the-top dudes lol

[askthechronoverse]

Unikitty is getting used to ruling over the planet she was given as a gift from Queen Wa'nabi when a threat thought to be lost resurfaced: Rex Dangervest. No, this isn't deja vu and the jerk who learned something last time came back just in time for another threat far bigger than him to emerge.

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Chapter One: PLOT Device 2.5: Deus Rex Machina

"There's nothing to do." Unikitty's voice broke through the silence like a bell. She looked up to her friends, who were sitting on the couch in slightly lower levels of boredom. She was lying on the floor in front of them.

"You could watch the movie with us. It's a good one." Richard turned to Unikitty and gestured with his eyes to an unoccupied part of the couch.

"I'm too bored to get up, Rick." She turned to Doctor Fox, who was closer to her but still on the couch. "Do you have a cool invention we can use to spice things up?"

"Well, I did build something called a PLOT device. We can test that, since it should make things more exciting. It's times like this that it was built for." She pulled the aforementioned device out of her lab coat and slid off the couch, sitting next to Unikitty.

"We are not using that, Doctor Fox. It caused a real mess last time." Richard's monotone voice was cut with worry.

"I have added an inhibitor chip in the device that will short when things are too exciting to avoid abuse." Doctor Fox paused for a moment at the last sentence, but soon held the device out to Unikitty.

"You worry too much, Rick! Let's trust Doctor Fox's invention." Unikitty slammed her paw on the button with way more gusto than the action deserved. The box sparked, which caused Doctor Fox to lift an eyebrow. 

"See? The inhibitor already shorted. I'd have to replace it to use the device again." Doctor Fox frowned, disappointedly staring at the device.

"Why did nothing happen?" Unikitty got up and looked out the window. "Nothing out there!" She looked around her in the room. "Nothing in here!" 

"It might just be exciting enough right now." Richard said, as firm as this voice could go. "Princess, I would just watch the-!" The sound of a bang cut through the air. "What was that?"

"That sounded like a ship breaking the atmosphere at hyper speed. Or the thruster of a ship exploding on entry of the exosphere. It's hard to tell from this distance." Doctor Fox looked out the window. "Whatever it is, it's going to crash land just outside of the castle grounds." She pointed to an object in the sky that looked like a comet and would have been mistaken for one if it was nighttime. "That means the PLOT device worked! Just like I knew it would!" As she said this, the ground shook from the impact.

"Doesn't that mean the pilot of that ship could be in major trouble?" Richard furrowed his eyebrows."We should go to the future crash site right away." Hawkodile was already on his way out the door.

"Let's go meet our new friend!" Unikitty zoomed out of the castle and towards a pillar of smoke and heavenbound dirt. As she got closer, the smoke and dirt had settled to reveal a sleek dark blue shuttle with lime green highlights. Something about this color scheme made the horned cat step back, ears pulled back. A gull wing door opened as she was joined by her friends. 

"Crap! The engine died! Mothership! Captain to mothership! Come in!" Loud rock music blared from the inside of the ship throughout the rough voice's ranting, making anything that he had spoken difficult to hear to anyone on the outside. The music cut off as a figure in a spacesuit that matched the color scheme of the downed ship struggled to get out of the cockpit. "Eh. They'll figure it out." The pilot managed to get out of the shop on his own and dusted himself off. The group remained silent, waiting for someone to make the first move. Unikitty seemed more cautious than usual. Something felt wrong about this guy. It was then she noticed the guy was looking at them. The visor on his helmet wasn't transparent, but she could tell. "Didn't expect to see you guys today! It's been… well, never for you. Actually, that ain't exactly true either. Especially for you." The pilot pointed to Unikitty. "Hairball cannonballs. Gotta respect the creativity." The group looked at Unikitty. 

"Wait. You're…!" She turned red, taking a fighting stance. "You're the guy who started Armommageddeon! What are you doing here‽"

"I was headin' back to my mothership after a joy ride around the Systar System. Then, somehow, the engine on my ship malfunctioned. Relax, Princess Furball." He leaned on the split wing of his ship, trying to look stronger  and less battered than he probably was. "I hate havin' to restart relationships." He muttered under his breath, glancing for a brief moment at Richard, who looked back at him with suspicion.

Hawkodile got in front of the group and got ready to throw down. "Why should we trust anything you say?" The pilot gestured wildly at his ship.

"My ship buried itself halfway in the ground and you're asking me that? I can't even communicate with my mothership! Why would I make any of that up?" Puppycorn bounced toward the scene, a photograph in his mouth. The pilot turned his attention to the little dog. "Hey, it's the kid."

"Puppycorn, stay back! This man's dangerous!" Hawkodile tried to hold the puppy back, but he got past the bodyguard and sat between the pilot and the chimera. The pilot pat the pup's head and took off his helmet. The man's unshaved face held tired eyes and was framed by dark brown hair. His attention was on the puppy, enough so that Hawkodile used this as a distraction to get behind the human.

"You're the guy in this picture!" The puppy's blue ball tail wagged, handing the pilot a well loved picture. He took it and smiled softly.

"You found it, huh? Can you tell your sister to hear me out, kid? I get why she's angry, but-!" Before he could say more, Hawkodile grappled him. He struggled to get out of the chimera's grip, clearly in some other levels of distress as well. "Bro! Let me go!" 

"You're wanted throughout the known galaxy, bro. Start explainin' yourself." Hawkodile tightened his grip, which caused the man to bite his lower lip. "How do you know us?"

"Well, the princess and I go way back. She wouldn't believe how far back. I also met you guys in a different timeline, a doomed one we had ta fix. Look at the photo the kid gave me. That should be all the proof you need." He handed the photo to Unikitty, who looked it over with curiosity.

It was of her, the pilot, and her brother, though it was unknown who took the photo. They posed in front of the Unikingdom castle's waterfall, clearly good friends somehow. Her eyes fell to the handwritten words in the white space below the picture:

We'll meet again soon, Princess Unikitty.

Rex

"You… You're that Rex?" She looked up at the man, who stopped struggling against Hawkodile's grip. 

"Yeah. Took that the day I left to fix the timeline. You wouldn't remember that, though. Time travel's a jerk like that. Tell the big guy to let me go?" He glanced up to the bodyguard, who made no move to drop him. 

"Temporal travel is rather difficult to believe in, but I have heard rumors it was possible. It's a science very few have gotten even close to being able to study properly." Doctor Fox gasped.

"That makes me trust him even less." Hawkodile kept his firm grip on Rex. 

"Then explain how the dog has a picture of me with them when I've never been here before." Rex said flatly. "Go on. No answer is too out there here, big guy." The chimera loosened his grip to a point where Rex could wiggle out. "Exactly." He muttered about his ribs hurting before turning his attention back to Puppycorn. He reached for the pup, but was blocked by Unikitty, who was red again. 

"Stay away from my brother. I know what you did to my friend." Rex rolled his eyes.

"Go talk to that friend of yours, Princess. Ask him what he thinks about me." He glanced back to his ship. "I don't have the time to get the third degree again. I'm just gonna dig my ship out and wait for a rescue from my raptors." His tone was bitter and impatient. "Then I'll be out of your hair or fur or whatever." He walked behind the ship and started to try to pull it out of the ground. The group left Rex to this herculean task, walking a short distance to discuss this development.

"I say we turn him in to the space police. If he's a wanted criminal and someone who is known to do terrible things, they would know the best place for him." Richard suggested. Hawkodile nodded in agreement.

"But he's a friend! Look at the picture!" Puppycorn showed them the picture. "He can't be that bad!" Unikitty was already heading to the castle. "Hey, sis? Where are you going?"

"I have a call to make." She headed for the lab, Puppycorn eventually catching up to her when the call was already being placed. She was speaking to a woman with blue and pink hair tied up in a long  side ponytail, who was listening to her with a frown on her face.

"We heard rumors Rex was still floating around, but if you have him there… You said he acted like he already knew you and your friends?" 

"Yeah. It's so weird. He said something about restarting relationships. I don't get it." Unikitty shrugged.

"I have to tell Emmet. He's going to want to know about this. I need you to watch the guy. You don't have to trust him or even let him into your castle, but it'll take us some time to get out to you. You can't let him leave the Unikingdom."

"Alright. His ship is stuck in the ground and he can't communicate with the Rexcelsior. He's stuck here anyway." Unikitty was still focused on the computer screen, so Puppycorn got closer. "What do you think of the guy?"

"He's…  something else. If I didn't get to Undar in time, I don't want to know what would have happened." A door was heard opening on her end. "Hang on. That's Emmet. Let me tell him what's going on." She left the camera's view for a moment, very quickly replaced by a youthful man with neat brown hair.

"You found Rex‽ How is he? Can you put him on? I have so much to ask him!" The man seemed excited. 

"He's trying to dig his ship out of the ground right now. Actually, he asked me to talk to you, Emmet." Unikitty was calm as she spoke.

"Oh? About what?" Emmet leaned closer to the camera, attentive.

"He asked me to ask you what you think of him."

"Well… he did use me to start Armommageddeon… but he was in a really dark place at the time. I think he needs a second chance. I think he wanted a second chance." Emmet nodded. "Yeah. He totally wanted one." 

"What makes you think that?"

"Before he disappeared, he said he couldn't come with us, not that he didn't want to." The woman said as she joined Emmet, passing him a plate of toaster waffles.

"He went from saying he would keep trying to destroy everything to just accepting his fate. That's why I want you to watch him. There's a chance he may have no malicious intentions, but it's not something I can confirm myself unless I can get to the Unikingdom. I'll start heading there now." The woman finished talking and disconnected after Emmet waved goodbye.

"We're gettin' more visitors?" Unikitty turned to see Puppycorn, wagging his tail. 

"Can you keep Rex talking? He seems to like you." She sounded nervous, but she was willing to do what she could to get answers about the mysterious man. The puppy nodded and rushed off as she went to the others to explain the situation. 

The dog found Rex sitting with his back against his ship, eyes narrowed and a hand to his hip. He looked over to the pup and smiled. "Hey, kid. Come sit. I could use the company." He used his free hand to pat a spot next to him. Puppycorn sat and looked to the stranger at where his hand rested. 

"Are you OK?" Puppycorn asked, pointing to Rex's side. 

"It's probably just a bruise. Hit the ground pretty hard." He shrugged. "Shocked the princess is lettin' ya near me, but I'm gonna guess you're a distraction until reinforcements come."

"Reinforce-mints? Nah, but a lady with blue and pink hair is coming here." The pup grinned as Rex's face fell.

"Lucy…" Rex said breathlessly, his voice losing bravado. 

"Is she a friend of yours?"

"She was someone I loved long ago. Not the same someone, this one came back to us." Puppycorn looked at his companion with confusion and Rex laughed. "The shorter answer's yes, in a way. I'm not lookin' forward to seein' her, honestly. Last time we met up wasn't fun." He shifted a little, closing his left eye as he did. "How long will she take?" He mostly asked this to himself as he settled into sitting against the ship. 

"Dunno, but I hope it'll be fun this time." Puppycorn wagged his little tail.

"Me too, kid." Rex looked skyward, waiting for the telltale signs of a ship entering the atmosphere. 

Night had fallen for a while by the time a ship that looked like a stingray landed nearby. He saw the ship and looked down at the sleeping puppy. He preferred it this way: Puppycorn didn't need to see things go down. Lucy walked up to Rex and held out her hand to help him up. They walked to her ship, Rex limping a little as he did. After the two had started talking, Puppycorn woke up and moved closer, curious about the two strange people.

"... realize how long we've been looking for you, Rex?" The woman said shortly. Her arms were folded. 

"Lucy, I've… I didn't know you guys were lookin' for me." He leaned against the ship but wasn't holding his side. His voice was low and quiet, like he was trying to not wake someone up. "Look, I had some soulsearchin' ta do when ya left Undar. Spent a lot of time doin' that."

"Soulsearching? How long was that going to take you, Rex? We were worried about you. You could have said something." She shook her head. "Did you think about what we said that night?"

"That was why I was soulsearching…. and you're right. I gotta change." Lucy let her arms loosen a little. "This won't make any sense, but I've been all over the Unikingdom in a different timeline. I think I can see myself having a future here." Rex's voice lost all roughness at this point. 

"But we can get you real help on Syspocalypstar. We want to give you that second chance, Rex. I don't think Unikitty's kingdom is where you can get what you need." She looked at Rex's side for the briefest of moments. "You said you weren't anywhere near this planet when you crashed into it. I think one of Unikitty's friends is why. Stuff like that happens all the time. Can you handle that?"

"I'm usually the one causing the chaos. I'm also a big boy, Lucy. I'll be fine." 

"I don't know. Like I said, you need help. You can't just start running from your problems like that'll solve it better than what you've already done. Because you and I both know it won't. I'm trying to understand your logic, but you can't be sure this timeline is the same as the last one you found yourself in." 

"You gotta let him stay. He needs to take this." The two of them turned to look at Puppycorn, who held the paradoxical photograph out to Lucy, who took it. She looked at it for a while, holding it in her hands.

"You seem… uncharacteristically happy in this photo, Rex. What's the story behind this?" Lucy waved the polaroid.

"I took it in the other timeline. It looks like only the setting behind us changed, which proves my point. Wouldn't you agree?" Rex looked over to the puppy, who's tail wagged with anticipation.

"I don't agree, but I'm not going to argue it. I still say you need help and not the kind of help that you'll find here." She handed the photo back to Puppycorn. "If you need to tap out at any time or if you realize that this isn't working, you know where we are and I know Emmet would be happy to let you stay with him at our place. I'm sure you'll park the Rexcelsior just within this planet's orbit eventually, so you'll have a way to get off planet. Try not to scare the people here too much."  She turned to get into her ship. "I'll tell Unikitty to tell her bodyguard to ease up. The rest is up to you, Rex. You want to change. Make an effort. I know you have it in you." Rex pulled the dog back far enough for Lucy to take off without another word. He watched the trail of smoke and exhaust form and fade in the sky.

"What kind of help did she mean?" Puppycorn broke the silence.

"Don't worry about that." He hit the side of his ship and it broke into parts. Before the puppy's eyes, Rex built a smallish metallic tent-like structure. "You should probably get some sleep, kid." He crawled into the tent and tried to signal to the Rexcelsior once more. The puppy ran into the castle to get some sleep.

[the-unlucky-engine]

Chapter 4: Bloody Mary

I've always wondered, if a steam engine was sent to scrap, would that count as euthanasia? Would anyone grieve for them? Can a funeral service be held for them? Engines never die. Unless they are no longer useful. I was one of them. No one remembers me or my name. I spend my days in the mine, sleeping in sorrow. They call me “the mine monster”. But I'm not a monster. I'm just a lonely and scared diesel. I can't talk nor scream. Crimson red liquid ruins my coat of paint and I sound like a broken squeaky toy when I try to speak. Why me? Why not HER!? But that's enough about me, you’re here for Thomas. It was a cold, snowy day in Sodor. Engines were getting their snowplows attached like usual. An angry Diesel 10 came about. He didn't like his snowplow. He had a quarrel with the fat controller about it. Eventually, he gave up on the ordeal and went on with his day. He decided to head to the mines to look at the crystals to clear his mind. The place was a mess. Everything was out of order. He used his claw to clean up the mines before going to see the crystals. D10 didn't want to admit it, but he loved the crystal cavern. The others didn't know this but I did. He was never disruptive to me or the cavern. I would watch him as he puffed through the cave. He looked so happy. “Enjoying the crystals Diesel 10?” said a sudden voice. He jumped out of surprise. It was Darcy. “Eh, it's alright. Don't tell the others about this or your scrap!” Diesel 10 sneered from embarrassment. “Hehe, I won't. Your secret is safe with me.” I watched as the days went by, another day, another week, another month, another year. I wish I had some comfort right now. I don't like being alone. I miss Anna and Bear. I-

“Hello?! Is someone there?” 

“I heard something. Did you hear it too?”

“Yeah I did!”

“Maybe it's the mine monster!”

“Don't be silly guys. There is no such thing as the mine monster.”

Huh, would you look at that? It's them. Thomas, Percy, Bruno, Diesel and Nia. The cheeky cunts that always snoop around where they shouldn't. Of course, why am I not surprised?! I hate you lot get out get out GET OUT OF HERE!!!!! 

There was silence for a bit and I checked to see if they ran off. They did thankfully. Good riddance. Their screams of terror echo through the mines and I fall asleep once more. Two days passed and I'm woken by a cluster of loud train whistles. They were having a winter race. Bah humbug, I just want to sleep. I hated it so much. I decided to crash the party and ruin the race since I was cross. You may be thinking, “isn't that a little bit harsh?” It is, but I don't care. No one interrupts my slumber. I rushed in, faster than the speed of light. I started chasing down the tracks with fury. I managed to catch up to James. Stupid cunt. Not everything is about you. I started chasing him, the thrill was exhilarating. His workmen immediately noticed me. Their faces laced with horror. It took James a while to notice me. He was too full of himself. When he did, he was mortified. “What in blazes is that?!” he said as I puffed beside him. He looked scared, I liked that. Then I went up to Spencer, Whiff, Diesel 10, Percy and the other engines in the race. I rushed past Rosie to Gordon and the flying Scotsman. I thought it would be funny to scare them. The Scotsman was oblivious to me, while Gordon immediately took notice. He teased Gordon thinking he was getting cold feet. It wasn't until I shoved him from behind the flying Scotsman realized something was wrong. You think he would’ve learned his lesson from the great race. I kept pushing the flying Scotsman till Gordon yelled at me to stop. “Leave my brother alone you bastard!” were his exact words. It was fun. Then out of nowhere, I heard a familiar voice. A voice I haven't heard in years. “Mary…? Is that you?” It was Anna, alive and well. It caught me off guard and I nearly fainted. I was so shocked that I ended up derailing. What just happened. I never felt this way before. Why am I doing this? This isn't like me at all. Why do I want to hurt them? Why am I covered in blood? I hate this. I hate this so much. Please help me. I don't wanna live like this. “Mary! Mary, are you out here!? It's me! I just want to talk!” it was her again. She came looking for me. “C’mon lassie. There isn't anyone here.” said Salty. This is the worst. Someone please end my suffering. “So you might know this diesel?”

“Maybe…but Mary wouldn't do anything like that…”

“Yeah that doesn't seem like something us diesels would do. I mean, we have our limits.”

“Diesel 10, could you do something for me?”

“Sure. Whadoya want?”

“Keep an eye on her. See what she's up to.”

“Of course, Anna. Anything for a fellow diesel.”