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glacierruler · 9 months ago

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Infinite Respawns

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Chapter 6

CWs: Temporary Main Character Death, Temporary Child Death

Chapter Summary: Roman accidentally murders his brother. Then proceeds to die himself when running down the mountain.

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Roman envied his brother sometimes, after all, Remus didn’t have to live with the guilt. It wasn’t fair, and he knew it wasn’t fair, but he couldn’t help but wish it was him falling off the cliff instead. He couldn’t help but wish to rid himself of the guilt.

He and Remus had been ten when it happened. Both of them on their weekly trip to the mountain, just having fun and pretending to fight monsters. Roman hadn’t been paying as much attention to his surroundings, he thought they were safe. No mobs had ever attacked them here before, how foolish he was to not realize he was the danger. Remus tackled him, and he pushed him off, and went to tackle him back. Only to stare in horror as Remus fell at that, he was frozen. His brother’s sudden, late, scream jolted Roman into action, as he ran towards the edge of the cliff trying to do something; but it was far too late.

He could envision Remus then and there, all distorted and broken; he could see the blood pooling around him already. And he couldn’t leave his brother to rot there. He just couldn’t. So he ran, and ran, down the mountain. Only, in his haste, he wasn’t paying attention to anything around him. He hadn’t noticed the dark cave, along the side of the mountain he never crossed. And he couldn’t predict the stinging pain that would shoot up his back, paralyzing him for just a second. A second too long, as he was shot again, and bleeding on the ground. He hoped he would see Remus again in the afterlife.

Roman jumped as he heard his brother screaming from somewhere in the house. ‘Was it just a dream, did he never really die?’ Rushing, he met up with his brother, terrified as to what had him screaming so loudly.

“You killed me!” Remus screeched at the top of his lungs, and Roman’s heart stopped.

“That wasn’t a nightmare? That happened, OH MY ANCIENT THAT HAPPENED!”

Both of them were now screaming in unison, for sure to get the attention of their neighbors nearby. But Roman couldn’t help it, he killed his brother. He killed his brother! He was no better than the bad people who murdered villages. He was no hero, how could he be when he killed his brother.

Finally, a neighbor, Mr. Raven, came to check up on the screaming twins. As they told him the story, he paled, and brought them to the elder of the village.

“Aurelies, these boys have something to tell you.”

“Why do we have to tell him, we already told you—”

“I don’t wanna talk about my brother’s death again!”

“Roman Crow, did you say your brother died?” Mr. Aurelies seemed upset at that.

“Yes sir.”

“But it’s too soon! It hasn’t yet been a hundred years! And two of them!”

“Hush Raven. Remus, would you tell me what happened?”

“Roman pushed me off a cliff—”

“It was an accident, I didn’t mean to!”

“And I died. And then I woke up at home! And I don’t think I like cliffs anymore. Cliffs are evil, they make your twin push you off of them!”

“Remus,” the elder sighed, “please get back on track.”

“Fine! Guess you don’t wanna hear the interesting bits! Anyways, I thought I was gonna be monster chow for a minute there, but then I was at home and Roman wasn’t! And then suddenly Roman was home! And we were both screaming! And I don’t think I like cliffs anymore.”

“Alright, boys. I have something to tell you.” Mr. Aurelies then went on and on about how they were chosen for some big destiny. Where they were to be adventurers that would bring fame and fortune to the village. And how they would need to train. Roman was bored, barely managing to sit halfway through, when a thought occurred to him.

“Wait, you mean we’re gonna die over and over and over again? I don’t wanna!” Tears started streaming down his face, “And I don’t want my brother to die either! Why do we have to die forever and ever! Why can’t someone else have this!”

Roman hated his fate, he hated dying, and he didn’t understand how Remus was fine with it. The only thing that hadn’t changed in those fourteen years was the fact that Remus was terrified of heights. And Roman couldn’t shake the guilt of killing him. Of being the cause of that fear. So he vowed to keep his brother as safe as possible. To make up for it. And he oh so wished to go back in time, so that he would fall off the cliff instead. Because the guilt, the guilt was worse than anything he had ever experienced. It was the only thing he’d ever have to experience without his twin, the only thing he’d experience all alone.

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ravenrose18 · 1 year ago

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My Personal Savior

Chapter 17- Home Sweet Home

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Raven looks at him nods slightly, and smiles slightly. "Yeah it was fun i'm glad we got to have this before we had to come back we have to make it conferencing that I caught you and brought you back without them thinking this is just an act you know like we need to make sure they don't know we are together unless you don't care if they know we are together? Because I don't mind either way but they might do something to me or give me issues even if I brought you back here." She says she felt so many feelings right then and there she had a few tears slip from her eyes, not noticing anyone watching the gate so they have a few minutes before she signals by honking her horn to let her drive in her car.

"Yeah.. Do you have rope or handcuffs? If not, the gun could work. Hold it up to my back or head and make me walk. I got an idea. You could honk the horn, I get out and act like I'm trying to run away and you tackle me. Don't hold back either, I can take it... If this was anywhere else, I wouldn't mind if they knew we were a couple, but this is Alexandria. They're not exactly the most welcoming people. At least, not to me. A friend of mine is an enemy of theirs. So, maybe we should keep it between us." Upon seeing the tear, Negan reached over, using his thumb to gently remove it from her cheek. He leaned over, kissing her on the forehead before moving away once again. "It's going to be okay. We'll get through this."

Raven looks into his eyes grabs her bag and pulls out some rope "I got rope. I don't want to hurt you Negan especially knowing you aren't going anywhere comfortable but I will try to make it comfortable for you. And I'm going to have to tell Daryl I can't keep it from him. He already knew how we felt about each other. I just don't know if he's here or not. He could be out in the woods or other communities, but... I haven't seen him since what happened to Rick." She says as she grabs his hand gently putting them together wrist to wrist and starts tying his wrist together and looking into his eyes and kisses him softly and deeply holding his cheek not knowing when they will be able to physically touch and kiss each other.

"I know you don't. And if you do hurt me, I'm not gonna hold it against you. Besides, it's my idea. Alright, Daryl's fine. As long as he doesn't try to kill me. He might want to protect his little sister from the big bad wolf." He joked a little at the last part but became serious as she spoke further. He raised a brow in disbelief before his expression relaxed as he began to speak again. "He's still looking for Rick? No offense, but he's a bit of a dumbass. Of course, he's not going to find a body. Rick is probably in chunks if the explosion was as big as everyone is saying." Once the bindings were done, he looked at his wrists before making eye contact with her. Negan returned her kiss, not wanting to ever move away. He wanted to savor this moment for as long as he could. He tried to lift his hand to hold her face but was stopped from doing so. He had completely forgotten about his wrists being tied for a moment.

Raven pulls away, looking into his eyes, and smiles softly. "I love you so much, Negan. I will do everything I can to help you and see you. I know Daryl is just in disbelief and grieving, and he's trying to find Rick's body because of getting closer and also for Michonne. But it's okay. I will see if he's here or not, so are you ready I know I'm not, but I'm going to have to be." She says as she looks into his eyes and kisses his cheek before she puts her hand on the steering wheel and honks the horn she waits for someone to come to the gate and she opens her door she puts her hand up to Negan to have him wait in the car until she tells him to.

He met her gaze, a small smile appearing on his face. "I love you too. And I know, but don't get yourself caught up in something for my sake, okay? And I'm sorry. I shouldn't make fun of a grieving man." He spoke, looking down for a moment with an expression of regret. He knew what it was like to grieve the loss of someone close. He knew all too well, that the first stage of grief was denial. When she asked him the question, he lifted his head to look at her before giving a nod. "I'm ready as I'll ever be." He spoke. Negan's muscles were tense, hoping that not only would the act go as planned, but also that he would act convincing enough. Of course, he had a lot of experience acting now that he's been in this new world for a while. For nearly five years, he fooled hundreds into thinking he was the worst man to ever walk this Earth. Now he just needed to fool a couple hundred more for Raven's sake. His brown eyes were locked onto her, awaiting the cue. Soon, a few guards climbed up to their post to see what the noise was about, before staring down at her. "Name and business?" A woman called out.

Raven looks up at the woman. "I'm Raven. I know Daryl, I'm a friend of his. I think you guys lost something. I thought I would bring it back for the exchange of a place to stay." She says as she has one of her hands, giving him the signal to get out of the car. "I went with Daryl to the Sanctuary and I was there after he left and I found something you lost. I don't know who didn't lock the damn cell but clearly, someone needs to be dealt with for not locking his cell. I mean, you guys all should know what he's done clearly. You didn't think to check his cell." She says as she crosses her arms over her chest, having her backpack and weapons on her already.

The guards didn't like being berated about their escapee. However, their expressions changed to gratitude upon realizing their prisoner had been returned to them. They had figured he had gone to the Sanctuary. However, they hadn't gotten the chance to send a group out to look yet. Luckily, they wouldn't have to now, because he had been brought straight to them. "Well, Raven, we will need to hold a meeting with the council to see if you can stay, but this is already leaning in your favor." The same guard spoke. Upon her signal, Negan tossed open the heavy door of the charger and slipped out. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he began running as fast as his legs could carry him. He ran as if it were a life-or-death situation with his eyes set upon the nearby forest. The guards aimed their guns in Negan's direction, but they didn't shoot yet. They were trying to line him up in their scopes so they could get a good shot without killing him.

Raven looked back at the door and groaned and rolled her eyes knowing she would have to run after him she started running fast and quickly caught up to him she jumped on his back they fell to the ground together he turned on his back she put out her gun and aims it to his heart and looks into his eyes and heavily breathing and smirks and shakes her head down at him she wipes away the smirk as she keeps him on the ground. She didn't like doing this, but some part of her liked being on top and showing she was stronger than Negan even though he had been in a cell for a year and lost some weight and muscle. "Where do you think you're going?!" She yells

Negan winced a little when he was tackled, uttering out a soft "Shit," before he collided with the ground below. He had forgotten what it felt like to be tackled. It wasn't nice, but it was the only thing he could think of that would aid in convincing the people of Alexandria. When she had him down, he struggled a little bit against her, trying to get free from her grasp. However, he instantly froze in place upon the gun being pushed up against his chest. His muscles relaxed, giving up the fight in an instant, before looking up into her eyes. He was trying to catch his breath, but regardless he gave her a smirk in return before lying his head on the ground beneath him. His heart began to beat rapidly in his chest as he continued to stare up at her, but he quickly forced himself to focus on their surroundings again, not wanting to hesitate for too long. "I was just going for a little jog. Maybe even a nature run. You know how it is." He spoke in a teasing manner, speaking in between breaths. The guards had lowered their guns from him now, not wishing to shoot the visitor. A couple more guards walked out of the gate, beginning to cautiously approach them. They both were prepared to aid her in bringing Negan inside.

Raven rolls her eyes and shakes her head as she stands up while she keeps aiming her gun at him "Didn't you take that nature run when you walked to the Sanctuary where I was and dragged your ass back here. I hope you go enough nature and air because you aren't going to see it for a while." She says as the guards came to get Negan she followed behind them as they got Negan off the ground and walked toward Alexandria her breathing calmed down she didn't mean to hurt him but she had to be convincing. She looks at her car. They allowed her to drive it into the gates. She parked it right next to the fence near the gate since she doesn't know what she will be staying in, so she will just keep it there for now. She gets out of her car and looks around Alexandria. She has changed since she last saw it a year ago. She looks around to see if she spots Daryl.

Negan laughed at her question, shrugging his shoulders a little. "What can I say? Can't get enough of it." He spoke, his tone still the same. Negan continued staring up at her, watching as she got up off of him. He admired how she was when she was angry. He found it endearing, in a way. However, he was pulled out of his thoughts as the guards grabbed him by the arms and lifted him onto his feet. Once he was up, they began leading him back to the cell, but he didn't fight at all. Negan didn't want to be tackled again. Especially if it meant getting thrown to the ground by someone aside from her. It only took a few minutes before he was led straight back into his cell, and the door slammed shut behind him. A guard inserted the key and locked the cell door, before grabbing a bar and giving it a few tugs just to make sure it was secure. When he felt like Negan couldn't escape from his imprisonment, he finally left, moving to return to his post.

Meanwhile, Daryl was sitting on the wooden steps of someone's porch, sharpening his knife. However, when he saw Negan being led back into Alexandria, he stopped in place, watching them as they passed him by. He was just about to go out and look for himself, but it seemed that he wouldn't have to. A couple of seconds later, Daryl rose onto his feet, slipping his blade back into its sheath. He hadn't noticed Raven's return, not recognizing her yet.

Raven sighs and watches them take Negan back to his cell. She looks down and wraps his jacket around her tighter as she walks over to her car and makes sure she has everything out of the car. She walks further into Alexandria not knowing where she will be staying but she looks around seeing people walking around continuing their tasks after watching what is happening she sees some people staring at her as they walk by she stands there holding her backpack strap she wasn't sure what this will do for her but she needs to talk to Daryl hopefully either she gets her place where Negan's cell is and be his caretaker or at least live with Daryl. As long as she is with someone she is familiar with and knows.

Daryl only relaxed when he overheard Negan's cell door slam shut. He was a little confused by how Negan had already been brought back before he or a search party could go after him. It wasn't like Negan would willingly turn himself in either. At least, Daryl hadn't thought so. After a brief moment, Daryl's eyes trailed around at the people moving through the street, hoping to spot the culprit of this enigma. As he continued to look around, his eyes caught sight of an all-too-familiar leather jacket. Originally the sight would bring thoughts of Negan, but seeing as how Negan was back in his jail where he belonged, he knew exactly who it was. He knew the two of them still hadn't worked things out yet, but he wanted to. He wasn't going to stop until they had. Daryl viewed her as his little sister, and he hated feeling the weight of guilt from what he had done to her. Daryl walked over in her direction, his raspy voice calling out her name, "Raven!"

Raven looks up at the sound of her name she sees Daryl and she smiles slightly as she walks over in his direction she can't help but see how he looks she hasn't seen him since he left the Sanctuary but she wants to take this time to talk to him and make sure they fix things up between each other and tell her about her and Negan relationship but she wants to wait to tell him that because if she tells him not he probably wouldn't want to hear it or talk about him. But she knows if Daryl is on the council, then he will make sure she will have a place here in Alexandria. But she doesn't know how Daryl will feel about her being with Negan; she can't keep it with Daryl.

Daryl smiled a little in return, relieved to see that she was alive and okay. When she told him that she was going to stay at the Sanctuary, he was reluctant to leave at first. He didn't want to leave her in that place. The whole building was just a disaster waiting to happen. He had tried a couple of times to get her to reconsider, but when she remained stubborn, he was forced to accept it. Every day since then, he had wondered if she was still there. He was going to use the opportunity of looking for Negan to search for her as well, but once again, she did his job for him. "What are you doing here?" He questioned. It wasn't spoken with any type of aggression, merely curiosity.

Raven looks into his eyes and smiles softly. and shrugs "Well I thought I returned your prisoner. I was still at the Sanctuary, and that's where he went. Someone didn't lock his cell. That's how he got out. And I was thinking if I returned him I was getting in some good grace to stay here. The Sanctuary ran its course and I just thought maybe if I returned him I could stay.... but." She says softly, standing right in front of him. She felt like she wanted to tell him the truth that it was Negan's idea to return him so she could stay here but she didn't know how he would react to anything that had to do with Negan.

Daryl raised his brows a little. "You returned him?" He questioned, clearly surprised. It wasn't that he doubted her skill. He just hadn't imagined her to be the one to bring Negan back. Before she had left Alexandria, she was telling Daryl about how much she loved Negan, and how the feeling was being reciprocated. However, she had been the one to drag him back here to go to his cell. "I'll get you someplace to stay. Can't you go back to that hellhole?" He spoke. As soon as their conversation was over, he'd make sure to talk with Michonne and get Raven somewhere to sleep. Even if she had to stay in Daryl's house. Daryl stayed quiet as he awaited her to keep talking. After a moment, he could bear the silence no longer. "But?" He repeated, hoping she'd continue.

Raven nods to his questions and just shrugs and then looks at him "Look I'm only telling you this because I can't trust you with this information. Looks like it wasn't my idea to bring it back. It was Negan's.... and we are together.... and I'm hoping I would be able to live with you or live in the house above his cell to be his caregiver I don't have to have the keys to his cell if you want to supervise while I take care of him in case I don't mind but I didn't think he escapes his cell but... he told me Father Gabriel left his cell unlocked. But I'm only telling you this because I trust you even though we still need to patch things with each other." She says softly

Everything that Daryl had concluded had immediately exploded in his face as he listened to what she said. Of course, he wasn't too surprised. It seemed way too good to be true, anyway. Daryl released a heavy sigh, as he looked to the ground. He shook his head a little bit, before fixing his gaze on her once again. "I had a feeling something was up. Negan was the one who wanted to come back here? Guess he figured out he has it easy in that cell. Shelter, food, water. That shit ain't easy to come by out there... And if you don't get the building above him, then you're welcome to stay with me. I got a room. And I know about Gabe. He spoke with the council. No one's happy about it but he told the truth, so they let him off easy. It's safe with me. But, if he ever hurts you, then he's a dead man." He spoke, his voice was quiet so that only she would hear what he said.

Raven looks at him surprised and smiles big she tears up and embraces him tightly as she covers her face with his shoulder "Thank you Daryl I will take anything as long as we are together. I know it will be hard but it seems like nobody wants to take care of him but I'm willing to take care of him. I don't mind. I want us to patch things up. I can't live in this knowing my big brother is looking out for me and wanting to be there. I know what you did wasn't easy but I knew loyalty had to be shown for your group. You call family even over me because you didn't know how much I've changed and if you could trust me." She says

Daryl gently wrapped his arms around her in her embrace, holding her close to him. He missed having her around. Even with everything that had happened between them a year ago, he still cared about her and wanted to protect her. Daryl gave a nod in return to her thanks, a silent gesture which he meant as a 'you're welcome.' "Good, because Gabriel was taking care of him, but I think he's gotten tired of Negan's crap. And I want the same. I have for a long time. I'm tired of feeling like my lil' sis hates me. Yeah, sure, I did it out of loyalty, but it was still a dick move. I shouldn't have done that to you. I shouldn't have abandoned you.." His words held regret in the last two sentences he spoke. He felt horrible for leaving her there for eighty days. She didn't deserve that.

Raven grabs his shoulder and smiles and shakes her head. "I couldn't hate you, Daryl. I love you like a brother. It was just the betrayal that I went through, and being in that cell just made my mental health go down. I went back to when my father would keep me in the basement. But I know you couldn't do anything about getting me out of there because I was technically with the enemy. But let's not focus on the negative. Let's just focus on patching things up together." She says she knows that Daryl feels guilty about what's happened between them but she can't hold that against them and now that he knows she is together with Negan all he cares about is her happiness and her safety.

Daryl smiled a little when she said he was like a brother to her. He was so glad that the platonic bond was still being reciprocated, even after all of this. However, when she spoke of her father, his smile faded. He hated knowing that he had caused trauma to resurface. He hadn't wanted that to happen at all, and if he'd even considered that a possibility, then he would have gotten her out a lot sooner. Upon what she said about patching things up, his smile returned to his lips. He was eager to mend things between them. He didn't want to keep carrying this guilt, and he wanted the type of relationship they had as kids back. "What did you have in mind?" He asked.

Raven smiles and giggles "Well we can just sit down and talk and catch up. We can go out hunting like we used to. Maybe we can go on a ride on your motorcycle or even my car that I have found. You have to see the car. I found it badass, man. I thought I never saw this car and am still working to this day." She says as she smiles and grabs his arm and holds his arm close to her and looks into his eyes and kisses his cheek in a friendly way. "Let's forget about me being in that cell. I'm already over it." She says she wants to make sure he doesn't feel bad bout her being in that cell he didn't put her in that cell or torture her she doesn't blame him for her being in that cell she blames Rick and Rosita for torturing her.

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sailor-toni · 2 years ago

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Danny Fenton Football Captain and the East Coast Vampire

Chapter 8: To Bloom Madly

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Two weeks had passed since the old playground was set ablaze, and time moved like a spinning top. Danny hasn’t seen any ghosts since the attack and it let him focus on other things, like Valerie. Last week they had a library date where she helped him catch up on homework, and he did everything he could to distract her. Her laughter rang in his ears like a melody, creating a small fire in his chest. The feeling carried him through his classes, and football practice, and even now in a game he couldn’t stop trying to look to the bleachers to see her cheering him on.

Tonight’s game was the Casper High Ravens versus the Pineville Cyclones. The Raven’s red and white uniforms stood against the black and gold of the Cyclones with a vigor that did not match the score. Ravens 5, Cyclones 1. It was the fourth quarter and the Cyclones were on the defensive, their boys trying to create pinch points to trap Danny in, but Dash had slipped behind the line, his arms waving for the ball. Danny threw it at him, before he was grabbed at the waist and yanked down. The crowd screamed when Dash got to the end goal.

Danny got up and high fived Dash, the two quickly falling into formation. At the whistle the ball was off and Danny caught it, running down the field and jumping over the other players who threw themselves at him. He threw the ball to Brian, who then threw it to Dash and then it was back to Danny. He could see the goal line when something caught his eye. Above him were three green birds. Each was larger than any normal vulture and on their heads were red fezs. Danny was baffled at what he saw before him. Until he was tackled into the field. The referee blew his whistle as three more guys stacked on top of him. The crowd's reaction was sour to that, many hissing in pain as more players landed on Danny.

The Ravens won but Danny was not so lucky.

“You okay Cap, or did you get lost in the stars .” Brian burst in laughter.

“Maybe he was too busy looking at his new girl,” Tyrone mocked.

“Aww, our sweet Captain, his mind and heart stolen from us by a fair maiden,” Brian threw the towel of her his head and began to make kissing faces.

“Cut it out, man. I just spaced out for a moment,” Danny said.

“Oh Captain, oh Captain, it is I Miss. Valerie Gray, look at me and all my muscles and ass,” Brain danced around the locker room, blowing kisses at Danny.

Danny rolled his eyes and twisted his towel and whipped it at Brian’s ass. A very unmanely eep! Came out of his mouth. The whole team burst into laughter.

“Bro what was that?” Tyrone said.

“That hurt! What the hell Cap!”

“Talk shit, get shit Brian,” Danny said. “Anyways I have to go, see your virgins later.”

“Bye Cap!”

Danny quickly texted Kwan.

SpaceGhostDanny: I saw some ghost during the game. I’m gonna go see if I can find them. I'll text you what I find.

OneSunnyBoy: Do you need backup?

SpaceGhostDanny: I don’t think so, it was just three birds. I should be fine.

He transformed and took off into the sky. Amity Park was in it’s full fall regalia. Jack O Lanterns decorated doorsteps, and autumn leaves wrapped themselves around the lamp posts. The air was becoming colder and he could see his breath even when there wasn’t a ghost around. Up in the night air it was quiet, and peaceful.

On the old clock tower sat the three large vultures. Each one had the heads of old men attached to their bird necks. The oldest one wore a pair of round glasses on his face. His green wings moved the golden tassel out of the way of his face, as he examined a paper map.

“You don’t know where you are going!” The smallest one cried.

“Shut up! I know exactly where we are going!”

“If you did then we wouldn’t be flying around for hours. Look, there is a kid up ahead. Ask him for directions.”

“No, I got it! I got it! I got it!” The three took flight and soared over the town. Danny followed them. The three vultures phased through a city bus, perching on the back seats. The few people on the bus didn’t take any notice. The Man on the bus was reading a paper that read: Serial arsonist in Amity Park? While a woman sat near the front scrolling through her phone.

“Now, if we look at the map, we have to go north, or maybe south.” The oldest bird mumbled to himself.

“Just admit you don’t know where you are going.” The smallest screamed.

“Do you guys need help?” Danny asked.

“See, you got this lad here who is willing to help us, ask him!”

“Fine, I’ll ask him if it gets you to shut up. Hey Kid, do you know where these folks are? Our Master asked us to umm make them sleep with the fishes. If you know what I mean kid.” Danny took the photo from the bird. It was ripped leaving only two figures left in the frame. It was his parents, but they were much younger and had more hair. His father was still wearing that dumb custom orange hazmat suit, but his mom was in normal clothes. A pink tank top on top of a blue tank top, jeans, and a lab coat.

“These are my parents. Why do you have a photo of my parents?” Danny said.

“See I told you he can help us.” The smaller one said.

“Ugh I’ll never hear the end of it. Boy can you tell us where they are?”

“No! That’s my parents,” Danny said.

“See Gerald? This is what happens when I listen to you,”

Danny phased through the bus and took off into the air. The birds were soon to follow.

“We can just rough him up to get the information,” Gerald said. The birds began to swoop around him, using their beaks as swords to cut through his body. Danny dogged the bird and grabbed the neck of the second. Using it as a bat to attack the other two. After a few beating Danny grabbed all of them by the neck and sent them flying into the night.

“And stay out!” Danny said.

Danny’s home was a large brick town house on the corner of gaudy and trash. His parents had modified the town house to have a large neon sign that read Fenton works and on top of the building they built a large metallic command center that stuck out like a sore thumb. There had been several petitions throughout the years to get rid of it, but his parents refused. Danny never went up there and even he didn't know what the ugly thing was for.

Inside the house, everything was decorated in a retro futuristic style, with hanging modern lights and round armless couches. His parents sat in the living room watching the nightly news.

“Hey Danny, you’re home late,” His mom said.

“Yeah, I had a game tonight,” Danny said. He shoved the picture into his back pocket.

“Was that today? Oh I’m sorry Danny, I thought it was tomorrow,” His Dad said.

“It’s okay. I have another one next month,” Danny said, waving goodnight.

#danny phnatom #fanfiction #fanfic #danny phnatom fanfiction #popular au #casper high #football #casper high ravens #fenton family

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thequietmanno1 · 2 years ago

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Thelreads, MHA 265, Replies Part 1

1) “HEEEEY- IT`S FAT AND AMAJIKI, AND MY BOI CROWBOI. THE GANG`S ALL HERE, ALL ACCORDING TO KEIKAKU*”- I swear, for a hot minute I thought they were calling out for Koichi before I noticed the translation. Though, his name being so similar does make sense, since his usual go-to strategy is to hold the line until a hero comes around to sort the problem out. 2) “Oh right, we`re in the middle of the Overlook raid, and all the baddies are left underground, to suffocate and slowly cannibalize each other, or dare to go upstairs and be murdered.”- Well, they’re only trapped in there as long as it takes somebody to figure out a way to give the doomsday knockoff an order he can interpret as coming from Tomura. It’d be almost hilarious if the situation wasn’t so perilous, a being of possibly All Might-like power and endurance contained in the basement and held back from attacking the heroes by the flimsiest of tethers, and they have no idea about him. Gran Torino got a glimpse of his power back when arresting Kurogiri, but none of the heroes at the lodge have any inkling of what he can do when he gets going. He’s a walking ‘Uno Reverse’ card waiting to strike, and the only hope the heroes have is that only a certain player in the game can put him into action… 3) “And apparently we`ll have to wait a bit longer until we can have some closure on all that shit going on with Hawks, now we`re back to murdering low-level criminals outside.”- There’s a lot of orbiting plotlines going on in this operation simultaneously, sometimes running into each other or overlapping if a big enough event occurs. Personally, overall I feel it’s doing a good job of keeping the chaotic flow going, focusing on the major points whilst leaving a lot of room for expansion in some lesser fight scenes as needed. 4) “OH, AND RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE MY EMO KID IS GOING TO SHINE, TIME FOR BOCCHI`S GRANDKID TO SHOW WHY HE`S A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH”- None are prepared for the majesty of the fruit centaur. 5) “OH JESUS CHRIST AMAJIKI

ARE THOSE PINEAPPLES AND DURIANS AT THE END OF YOUR WHIPS?

JESUS THAT IS ABSOLUTELY BRUTAL. NEXT THING YOU`LL PUT THEM ON A PIZZA, THEN I`LL KNOW THAT YOU`RE NOT HERE TO BE MERCIFUL”- I think those are actually Durians. You know, the type of fruit that smalls like raw sewage washed with refined fertiliser once you crack open the hard-outer shells. Any poor bastard who got hit with one of those in the face would soon be wishing they were dead if the spiky flail burst open. 6) “Now let your goth brother do his thing, Tokoyami is gonna invoke the nightmare of ebony darkness dementia raven way and obliterate the whole hotel.”- If not for the sunlight angle for the above-ground sections, Tokoyami’s power level when using Ragnarok is easily capable actually doing that. Boy went for a line-backer tackle against MHA’s version of the Hulk and actually won out, even if on a technicality. 7) “Alright, that one goes to the impressive displays of powers, that`s for sure, but unfortunately the big boss is here to block your way

well, I mean, your mission was to block this way, but he`s gonna block you from blocking- you got the idea, let`s see the forces of Darkness and the forces of Evil clashing, alright?”- Avian darkness vs Abs of rage. Bird wins, K.O.

8) “JESUS CHRIST KID HOW FUCKING STRONG DID YOU GOT WHEN I WASN`T LOOKING? REDESTRO WAS EVEN AT FULL STRESS POWER! SURE, YOU CAN ARGUE THAT HE ONLY MANAGED TO PUSH HIM BACK BECAUSE HIS PROSTHETIC SNAPPED, BUT EVEN SO, FOR THAT TO HAPPEN TOKOYAMI HAD TO PRESS HIM ENOUGH TO BREAK THE LEG, OTHERWISE REDESTRO WOULD`VE KEPT AN ANGLE THAT WOULDN`T FORCE IT THAT MUCH”- Ragnarok draws power from the darkness itself and doesn’t seem to take any physical strain out of Tokoyami himself when using it- the main issue was that it becomes more strong-willed and free-minded in dark areas, and so is at risk on turning on the heroes as well. Pointing it straight down at a room full of villains in pitch darkness was like firing a massive cannon at them- done properly, the recoil on the shooter was minimal, whilst the projectile only gains speed and force the further it goes. And it says a lot about Machia’s power level that even in this state, Ragnarok just Nope’d out of there rather than risk aggravating him or making him retaliate.

9) ““NEARLY STOOD UP” YEAH TOKOYAMI, THAT`S A BIT OF UNDERSTATEMENT, EVEN IF HADN`T PROSTHETICS I THINK THAT REDESTRO WOULDN`T STAND A CHANCE AGAINST ALL THAT POWER”-Redestro might have been able to better block Ragnarok’s charge or perhaps even deflect it away if he’d been better able to endure the pressure, but steel replacements simply can’t compare to his lifetime of training his body and mind to withstand immense stress.

10) “OH MY FUCKING GOD IS THAT FATGUM TRANSPORTING TOKOYAMI LIKE A GODDAMN KANGAROO? AM I SEEING THIS RIGHT?”- Behold: The Fataxi! Comes with inbuilt airbags to ensure safe passage of occupants from location to location.

11) “TOKOYAMI PLEASE I CAN`T TAKE ANY OF THIS CONVERSATION SERIOUSLY WHILE YOU`RE LIKE THIS”- It’s nice that the heroes, whilst still having kids on the frontlines, are still going the extra mile to make sure they’re not too involved with the potentially dangerous stuff up-close. Tokoyami and Kaminari’s presence was mainly being uses as a long-range shield and attack option, and it’s the pro heroes who are tackling the villains first and foremost whilst the younger kids play clean-up swiftly behind them. Now that his role is dome, Fatgum’s next job is being a safe escort for Tokoyami out of the danger zone before turning his attention towards capturing any villains. The heroes might have needed all the aid they could get, but they’re still not going to place the kids in excessive danger intentionally.

12) “And boy this is going exactly as badly as I`d expect, Twice duplicates at a frightening speed, but he`s not able to keep up. Hawks is too fast with his feathers, and he just needs a single hit to cut one of the clones. Twice is not at the right mental state to be able to overpower him in numbers, this is not going to end well. I`m starting to get afraid that eventually Hawks will aim at the wrong target and hit the real one instead of a clone.”- If the issue with Twice’s duplication is ‘numbers’ then countering that with swifter ‘speed’ before said numbers exceed a certain threshold is the only option, not unlike space invaders. Since the heroes don’t have somebody like All Might who can combine massive force with equal speed, ambushing Twice and intentionally preventing him from gathering enough clones/momentum behind him is the only relaisitc option to neutralising him, either non-lethally, or permanently. If Hawks hits the real Twice in this fight, it will not have been an accident, but nothing less will stop this man powered by friendship anymore. @thelreads

#bnha #my hero academia #mha265 #thelreads #chapter replies

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bump1nthen1ght · 4 years ago

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Animal Instinct (Werewolf x Reader)

Pairing: Male!Reader/Male!Werewolf

Warning: NSFT Content up ahead (18+ only), Non-Con, Predator-Prey Dynamics, Degradation

Word Count: 2454 words

Summary: You're caught by the beast hunting you, but he makes it clear killing you isn't his goal.

Request: Could ya do a Male werewolf x Male reader. And make it like a predator and prey scenario which turns spicy (SMUT) Plssssssssss😙

A/N: I’m gonna be honest y’all, this one is SPICY 🌶. I’ve added a short optional aftercare scene at the end, which establishes it as a consensual roleplay between two lovers, mostly because of the intensity of this piece. But if straight non-con is your thing, then enjoy!

The bite of the branches sting as you push through them, tearing at your clothes and leaving small scrapes along your skin. But anything is better than what runs behind you, taunting and screeching it’s horrible laugh.

“You can run all you want! But Imma still get you!” The voice cackles, the sound of large branches cracking as he easily tails you. The thump of his paws grow louder and louder, but you keep running anyway. A part of you says its fruitless, but a larger part of you is focusing all your energy on just fucking moving.

Don’t look back, Don’t look back, Don’t look back- That sickening hyena laugh rings through your ears as you are tackled to the ground. Tiny pebbles scratch your back as you and your assailant fall into a clearing in the forest, his large body pinning your shoulders to the ground. You clench your eyes shut, praying for this all to be a dream. That all you’re feeling is an extra heavy quilt your mother threw over you, not this….this thing.

“Gotcha.” He whispers, his wet breath blowing right past your ear. You scrunch up your face and jerk your head to the side, trying to avoid the muggy scent. He chuckles. “I told you.” He leers, a drop of saliva dripping onto your cheek. “Now,” He grabs your jaw, the tips of his claws pressing into your skin, and forces your head towards him, “Look at me.”

You hesitantly open your eyes, blinded by the shocking white canines which hang above you, dripping with drool and exhaling hot breathes of exertion. Your eyes dart up, trying to avoid his gaze, but his claws dig even deeper into your cheeks. “I said look at me, bitch.”

You suck in a deep breath, eyes finally meeting your attacker’s.

One is bright golden, glowing in the darkness, while the other is a faded white. The dull pink scar that runs up the left side of his face goes right across it, only adding to his menacing veneer. His smile is sickly, conniving, and he has the gall to pat your cheek; A reward for listening.

“Good, good. Now, ain’t that a handsome face?”

You don’t answer, the beast’s claws still pressed dangerously close to your neck. You gulp and the creature smiles, relishing in your fear. You can’t help but yelp when his wet nose presses against your throat, taking a large whiff. The creature shivers, his tongue lolling out in pleasure.

“You smell so delicious.” He takes another sniff, right up against your Adam’s Apple. “I love it when they run. Makes it all the more….” His long tongue licks a stripe up your neck, running from the clavicle all the way to your jaw, “Tantalizing.”

He keeps his right hand tight around your jugular while his other slides down your chest. His claws begin to catch on the fabric, tugging until it begins to leave small holes. You force your eyes upward, afraid to ask what he was doing. He eventually reaches the bottom of your shirt, where he grows impatient with his own teasing. In one quick movement, your entire shirt is ripped clean off of you. Goosebumps rise across your skin as your torso is exposed to the outside air. Your chest heaves with anxiety.

“Please.” Your voice begs, tears at the corner of your eyes. “Please just do it quickly.”

The creature clicks his teeth, tossing aside the tatters of your shirt and pulling his face away from your neck. You meet his gaze. His hungry, lusting gaze. He licks his lips, admiring your flushed and sweaty skin. He traces dangerous circles around your nipples with his claws, enjoying how you jump at the contact.

“Sorry, little one.” He grabs the back of your head, limbs moving so fast you barely have time to react, pulling you in for a passionate, sloppy kiss. His canines nip your bottom lip and he easily forces his tongue down your throat. You gag and thrash your upper body around, but his body weight has you pinned and his mouth is ravenous. When he finally detaches, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, he only smiles and whispers, “I intend to take my time tonight.”

He digs his claws into your hair and yanks your upper body upward and off the ground, your elbows pushing back to support the awkward angle. He lifts his lower body off yours, revealing his tattered shorts and massive bulge. It sends shivers down your spine, feeling your stomach drop as he hastily undoes his trouser strings with one hand. Your scalp stings as he keeps it in place, right before he pulls out his cock. Your eyes widen and the creature cackles in delight. He spits into his paw and slathers his cock as he strokes it quickly, the hot-red tip being only inches away from your face.

His cock is thick, girthy and still almost eight inches long. Prominent veins run up the underside and converge at his head, which curves slightly upward. The skin of the shaft shines as his saliva lubes it up.

The creature yanks on your scalp and presses the tip of his cock up against your lips. You clench them shut, but can still taste the slight saltiness of his pre-cum. The creature tightens his grip on your hair and lets out a low growl.

“Open up.” He sneers, pulling on your hair when you falter for a second. You slowly open your mouth, praying he’ll take it easy on your poor throat. Before he slips his head in, the creature lets out another snarl. “Don’t even think about using your teeth. You won’t like me when I’m pissed.” You nod, the tip of his cock slowly resting on the tip of your tongue.

The creature doesn’t shove his cock down your throat, to your relief. Instead, he slowly forces your lips wider and wider as he slots it into your mouth, lavisciously moaning as he feels you clench and gag on his size.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” His cock hits the back of your throat, pressing uncomfortably up against your gag reflex. The creature licks his lips and his eyes roll into the back of his head. His claws dig into your scalp once more, but he avoids cutting your skin. When he looks back down at you, tears dropping from the corner of your eyes, he smiles. “Not that it would help you right now,” The creature says with a small thrust, forcing you to nearly choke. “But the name’s Riven.”

Another thrust and you try to ignore the overwhelming urge to vomit. Riven picks up his pace, his sweaty fur pressing up against your cheeks as he begins to fuck your face. His heavy balls slap your chin as he pulls out until only an inch as left, right before shoving you right back into his crotch. His moans turn into contented purrs and howls, his humps becoming sloppier and sloppier with each minute. Each thrust pounds the back of your throat, tears now freely flowing down your cheeks. You close your eyes and just focus on not scratching him with your teeth, lest it be the last mistake you make.

“Unng, gods. You were made for this, huh?” Riven strokes up your jaw with his free hand, before slowly moving down to your neck. “My little fucktoy. Throat just perfect for cock-sucking. Fuck!” He moans, stuck in his own ramblings as you try to not taste the salt of his dick. “Such a handsome boy, just asking for someone to shove their dick in your mouth, aren’t you?”

If you had the ability to form coherent thoughts any more, you might have shaken your head. But all your energy is spent on sending your consciousness away from here, trying to breathe through your nose and not choke on this beast's giant cock. Riven licks his lips.

“Oh, I bet you want it. Yeah, I think you do, little slut.” Riven pulls his dick out of your mouth and you gasp for a breath of fresh air. The taste of his dick still lingers on your tongue, and slobber runs down your chin and off his dick and rivulets. Your eyes begin to blur, but are brought back into focus when Riven slaps your cheek. A playful one, but still very jarring. “You’ve been so good to me so far. I’ll give you what you need, as a favor.” Your eyebrows quirk, befuddled, not letting the hope that he’ll let you go simmer in your chest. Riven wipes away the tear tracks that mark your face. It’s a shockingly romantic gesture.

But then he shoves your face into the grass, turning you so you lie on your stomach, and hastily ripping off your shorts. You didn’t think it was possible, but your stomach drops even lower, your heart seizing as you feel his claws fondle your ass.

“No, N-no, please-” Your mouth is shoved back into the grass, your body shaking as the wet head of Riven’s dick begins to circle around your asshole.

“Shut up and let me treat you.” Riven spits onto your butt, rubbing his saliva into your tight hole. The tip of his forefinger begins to press into the ring of muscle and your body instinctively tries to move away. Riven grabs your shoulder with one hand and pins you down. “I’m not always this nice. Fucking enjoy it, ungrateful slut.”

Two of Riven’s fingers force their way into you and the guttural whine that comes from you makes Riven laugh. You clench your eyes shut, burying your face into the rough ground below.

Please, just make it quick.

You pray, knowing the creature would never listen if you asked.

Riven spreads you open with his fingers, pushing and pulling at your insides, only just grazing at the sensuous spot; The spot that sends jolts of electricity down your body, the one that makes your knees shake. They only tease and hint at what’s to come, bringing you only a hint of pleasure.

He pulls them out, quickly lining up his head with your asshole. You murmur more prayers into the ground, trying not to give him the satisfaction of your pleas.

His cock feels even bigger than when it was in your mouth, but Riven still takes his sweet time inserting himself all the way. His claws dig up the dirt, his breath washing over your neck as he leans his chest over your back. You can feel his thick fur rubbing against your t-shirt, moist and thick with sweat. He grunts as he slowly enters you, and growls into your ear when he’s reached the base. He whispers to you, voice stuttering,

“T-told you you 're made for this.”

Riven begins to hump, his hands moving up to your hips to pull you back against his crotch. The noises that leave you, tiny whines and whimpers, are unconscious and impossible for you to keep in. Riven moans and lets out long breaths as he fucks your asshole, his claws pinching against the thin skin of your pelvis as his thrusts in frequency. His dirty-talk is cut short as he simply enjoys the way you suck him in; He can see the way your body tenses and jolts every time he hits your prostate.

Riven loves the fucked-out look you have. You don’t realize it, but your tongue is sticking out of your mouth. Your muffled cries are all he needs, especially with how delicious your ass feels around his cock. Tight and barely-prepared, your beautiful back arching against him only brings him deeper inside you.

Black spots dot your vision as Riven rails you into the ground. Your hips have started to go numb from the brutality, the white scratches on your hips barely leaving an impact on your nerves. But that overwhelming heat remains; that tightness in your belly that reminds you where you are and what you’re feeling. You hate it, hate it so much, but the way his cock presses against that spot feels so good.

Your muscles slowly lose control and go limp from the pleasure, and you feel Riven’s thrust get more and more impassioned. You squeal as he fucks you harder and harder, that crashing wave slowly reaching its peak.

“Cum on my cock. Then I’ll fill you up, like the good little bitch you are.” Your fingers curl into the grass as Riven’s dick twitches inside you, his moans uncontrollable as he reaches his own climax as well. That knot in your belly slowly begins to snap; Closer, closer, closer-

“Fuck, fuck!” Streams of hot cum fill your asshole and you feel your cock jerk as you orgasm as well, cum staining the grass below. Riven lets out a powerful howl as he rides out his orgasm, his thrusts weakening as shoots more and more of his cum down your ass. His claws push you back one last time before he slumps over you. The smell of wet-dog and semen attacks your senses, but it’s like your entire body has lost its will to move. You fall into the grass, soaked in sweat and totally exhausted. Riven’s body weight lies on top of you. Like a humid, disgusting blanket.

“Absolutely perfect for me. My perfect little mate.”

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(Optional Aftercare)

It takes you a second to catch your bearings, your long breaths taking up most of your energy before you can even think about speaking.

“That was….really good.” You sigh, still struggling to catch your breath and slow down your heart rate. Your boyfriend sighs, nuzzling into your back and nodding.

“Yeah. I wasn’t too much, was I?”

You shake your head, cheek still plastered to the grass. “Nope, just enough.” You give him a thumbs up. Riven laughs, the vibrations rumbling against your sore back.

“That’s good. Sorry about the slap, I was really in the moment.”

“Please, you couldn’t hurt me with a love-tap like that.”

Riven moves to push himself up, maybe to protest how strong he actually is, but his shaky arms give out on him and he collapses onto your back. You let out a small ‘ooph’

“..I guess that checks out.”

The two of you giggle, body’s still interlocked and exhausted. Riven runs his fingers, without his claws, up your sides and nuzzles into the back of your neck. You reach back and begin petting his shoulder. Riven’s tail lazily wags behind him.

“Love you.” He whispers, pressing a kiss onto your skin.

“Love you too.” You yawn, stretching your sore neck. “Now get off of me, you smell horrible.”

“Hey!”

#my writing #reader insert #male reader #male reader insert #werewolf x reader #werewolves #monster/human

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years ago

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*claps*

So, sequel ideas. Specifically for Wormman shenanigans. What if he goes to scout out the Evil X shop to see exactly what’s going on, and he spots the exploiter himself and just tackles him because friends

Also I can imagine Zed is literally the only one who knows that they’re different people, so EX just thinks it’s Zedaph and won’t show any weakness, so he pushes WM off and Helsaph is just like “Dude we’re friends :DDD, what the hels”

i love Raven ideas :D

this is a sequel to this one

...

Helsaph has absolutely no trouble finding the right building. After all, it’s got a giant statue of his old friend atop it, towering over the surrounding area. As he approaches, he’s delighted to see his friend themself just leaving the building. “Evil X!” he calls, picking up speed. “Hi!”

EX turns but their impassive expression doesn’t change. “Uh… Hello. Can I help you?”

Helsaph grabs them in a hug, delighted to see his friend again. “It’s been so long! How’s it going?”

“Um…” Clearing their throat awkwardly, EX detaches themself from Helsaph and pushes him away. “Sorry, I’m a bit busy right now. If you want to buy some derpcoin, there’s signs inside instructing you how to do that.”

“Why are you being so weird?” demands Helsaph. “I thought you’d be happy to see me again. It’s been years.”

“Years?” EX stares at him as if he’s crazy. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have to go.”

As EX turns to walk away, Helsaph suddenly realises exactly what’s going on. “Oh, wait, no I- EX, wait!”

They pause, glancing back at Helsaph with a slightly suspicious look. “What?”

“You think I’m Zedaph, don’t you?”

EX blinks. “Who else would I think you are?”

Helsaph quickly digs the pink mask out of his pocket and holds it up to his eyes.

EX’s own eyes widen and they quickly drag Helsaph into the building. After locking the door, they pull Helsaph up some stairs and into an office overlooking the rest of the interior.

They stand in front of the closed door and cross their arms. “Explain.”

Suddenly put on the spot, Helsaph stammers over his words. “I’m, um… I’m Ze-Zedaph’s Hels counterpart. He recruited me to be Wormman back in Season 5. The “Zedaph” you befriended and battled was me.”

EX stares at Helsaph. “You’re NOT a helsmit.”

Not expecting this reaction, Helsaph frowns. “I am.”

“Helsmits are evil,” says EX. “Helsmits don’t run around in pink spandex and yellow underwear pretending to fight a quasi-evil clone.”

“I AM a helsmit,” Helsaph insists. I’m not sure if I can prove it but I am. My name is Helsaph.”

EX scrutinises Helsaph closely, causing him to feel slightly uncomfortable.

“I can’t go get Zedaph to prove that there’s two of us because I’m not actually supposed to be on this server so only one of us can leave the base at a time.” He hesitates. “I could take you there if you wanted? To prove that there’s two of us?”

“Oh I believe there’s two of you,” responds EX. “Knowing Zedaph, I’m not surprised in the slightest that he’s managed to clone himself. I just don’t quite believe that YOU are a helsmit.”

“Not sure I like the way you said “you” there but okay,” Helsaph says slowly. “How can I prove to you that I’m a helsmit?”

EX doesn’t even hesitate in their answer. “Kill me.”

Helsaph considers this for a moment. “Will you respawn?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Helsaph draws his sword and slices it straight through EX, killing them immediately.

He nearly has a heart attack as he suddenly remembers that his name might show up in chat. But when he hastily checks the communicator Zedaph lent him, he sees something entirely different.

EvilXisuma was slain by [Entity]

“Oh my god,” he breathes.

Imagine if my WHOLE existence on this server was exposed and ended by me killing EX just because they asked me to.

It takes less than a minute for EX to appear back in the office and start to collect their items.

“It occurred to me about half a second after I did it that my name might’ve shown up in chat killing you,” Helsaph says, watching them. “Went through the five stages of grief in less than three seconds.”

EX chuckles, straightening up. “I’m guessing you were reduced to [Entity] because you’re not registered to any server so it didn’t recognise your code. Well anyway, I’m impressed. Now why did you kill me?”

“WH-?!” Helsaph yelps. “Because you asked me to!! What the frick is this?!”

“You could’ve refused,” EX points out. “Why did you actually do it?”

Helsaph stares at them for a moment, then sighs. “Because I want to prove I am who I say I am and I knew the real Zedaph would never in a million years kill you like that.”

“You’re right,” responds EX, nodding approvingly. “I believe you. So what on earth persuaded a helsmit to dress up in the world’s most ridiculous superhero outfit and chase me around for several months?”

“Honestly, just the fact that the prospect of THAT was better than my current life at the time,” says Helsaph honestly. “Which really says something about how I was living back then, doesn’t it?”

EX scoffs. “Oh boy, it sure does. Where’ve you been since Season 5?”

For the briefest of seconds, EX thinks they see a flash of red in Helsaph’s eyes. But it’s over so quickly that they can’t be sure of what they saw.

Helsaph clears his throat. “Not really something I want to get into now. The point is I’m back and I heard on the grapevine that you’ve been running a little scam.”

“S-Scam?!” splutters EX.

“I’m guessing that this derpcoin thing is that.” Helsaph points down at the shop floor. “I came over to find out if it really is a scam but I’m not really sure how to do that.”

EX crosses their arms. “Why don’t you just ask me?”

“Okay,” says Helsaph. “Is it a scam?”

“No.”

A pause follows this.

“I’m really not sure what I expected there.”

EX lets out a chuckle. “Heh. Witty, goofy, gullible. You really are Wormman, aren’t you?”

Helsaph frowns. “Why does that feel suspiciously like an insult?”

“It wasn’t really. You know, I actually kinda missed having you chase me around all day.”

Helsaph’s frown clears into a smile. “Aww, you missed me?”

“Nope!” EX says quickly. “I said I KINDA missed you chasing me around. It was kinda fun.”

“That means you missed me,” responds Helsaph sweetly, rocking from his heels to the balls of his feet.

“It really doesn’t.”

“You said you missed ME chasing you around. Not BEING chased around. Therefore, you missed me.”

EX rolls their eyes. “Add “annoying” to that list too.”

Helsaph beams innocently. “That’s something we helsmits have in common.”

“I’m not a helsmit,” EX responds.

Helsaph opens his mouth to respond that he had meant helsmits in general when he properly registers what EX just said. “Wait… y-you’re not?”

EX shakes their head. “Nope. Xisuma’s hels counterpart is Helsuma. I don’t actually remember how or why or when or where I was brought into this universe.”

Silence follows their words as Helsaph’s gaze flickers to the ground. EX isn’t a helsmit. What are they then? Are they a clone? Where did they come from? How did they come into being? What are they made of? Helsaph’s mind is racing with all sorts of experiments he could perform on his friend to find out the answers to these questions.

“...Helsaph?” EX prompts after a moment. “You still with me?”

“Huh?” Helsaph blinks himself out of his thoughts. “Oh, yeah, sorry. That’s cool. Anyway, I’m gonna need to investigate your little not-a-scam. Mind showing me around?”

Still a little shaken by the sudden darkness they had seen in his eyes, EX nods. “Sure.”

…

EX finishes up the tour back at the front door. “-so that’s pretty much it. Any questions?”

Helsaph nods. “Yeah. How is this not a scam?”

EX gives a chuckle. “Tell you what, since you’re clearly still not convinced, how about you take this premium derpcoin for free?”

They hand Helsaph a coin the size of their palm.

“I gotta head out now but take a look around for yourself, read the signs and books, then decide what you wanna do. Okay?”

“O-Okay.”

Helsaph watches EX leave, before turning his attention back to the coin they gave him. He can’t stop staring at it, turning it over in his hands, admiring the way it glistens. There’s no way he’s going to spend this. Not because this is a scam - because obviously it is. For a different reason.

This is the first gift EX has ever given him.

#hermitcraft #evil xisuma #helsaph #worm man #vaunna’s requests

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chaeiimimi · 4 years ago

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How I Met Your Mother

Timeskip!Kuroo x Fem!Reader

Fluff

Warnings: None

it was a fine afternoon, the sunlight illuminated your whole house, the noise from the tv in the background and Kuroo was on the coffee table catching up with some of his paper works he failed to finish during the weekend, he casted a quick glance at your five- year-old son who was reading a science encyclopedia, Tetsuya was basically his carbon copy, from his feline eyes, to his raven black bed hair not to mention the same love for science and hyena laugh, they would pass as twins. You were out with your friends (Yaku’s and Kai’s wife), therefore he was in charge of the house for the day.

Kuroo went back to his task when he saw his son immersed in his encyclopedia. Not even five minutes have gone by and his son was walking towards him dragging along his Brontosaurus plushie his Uncle Kei got him, his son tugged on his shirt and he tears his eyes away from his computer to look at his son

“hey buddy, you want a snack?” he lovingly ruffled his son’s hair

Tetsuya nod “want dino nuggies daddy” man literally had to bite the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from screeching at how adorable his son is

“alright, daddy’s gonna make you dino nuggies” he says taking off his reading glasses and going to the kitchen while his son trailed behind him like a lost puppy

He sat Tatsuya on the counter’s chair while he brings out the dino nuggies and some ingredients for a sandwich and lemonade as well

“daddy?” his son called out to him and he answered with a hum while taking the nuggets out of their container

“how did you and mom meet?” he looked at his son who was looking at him with the most curious eyes

There was an instant tug on the corner of his lips as he remembered that day, internally slapping his face for feeling like a giddy teenager again

He went back with his work on the chicken nuggets and started

“well…”

Aside from the sound of the chalk screeching against the board and the voice of his Literature teacher, it was a rather quiet afternoon.

Time seems to be going by slowly for Kuroo, he was uncontrollably tapping his feet and drumming his fingers on his desk, he was eager to get out of this class which was the last class for the day, he was eager to practice, the pressure of the upcoming nationals weighed heavy on his shoulders, his mind was filled with volleyball and classes and college applications that he was barely eating and sleeping

When the resounding bell that marked the end of the class, he immediately got out of his seat and hurriedly walked towards the door only to be blocked by the class president

“where do you think you’re going Kuroo-san? You’re on plant duty today”

He inwardly groaned, how could he forget? Today was Friday

He dragged his feet back inside, placed his bag on his chair and proceeded to look for the water can

He found it on its usual place and walked outside to fill it up, once done, he went to the classroom’s backyard and saw you with gloves on, your hair on a clip as you patiently pull out weeds

Kuroo swears his heart skipped a beat when you looked at his way and gave him a small awkward smile

He walked over beside you, took the gloves in his pocket, put it on, and started pulling some of the weeds as well

“so, which class are you from?” he asked nervously trying to strike up a conversation

“the same class as you, see?” he looked up and saw that you were pointing at the sign with your class on it

A million thoughts were running in his head like, “how come I never saw her before?” “Has she always been in our class?” “Did I come out as rude?”

Until he heard a chuckle coming from you

“don’t worry, I get that a lot” you say as you continue to pull out weed

“I’m L/N Y/N by the way, Ayumi-chan is sick that’s why you’re stuck with me for now” you said and gave him another smile

‘I don’t mind’ he wanted to say that but he decided to just nod

“the nationals, it’s next week right?” you asked still not looking at him

“yeah” he answers

“well, good luck to you and your team, I’m the only one in the class who hasn’t wished you luck yet” you said as you started digging some holes to put your new seeds in

“thanks, I need a whole lot of that stuff” he chuckled nervously

“well, I never thought I’d see the great Kuroo Tetsuro get nervous” it was true, Kuroo always appeared composed and confident, the total opposite of you who was shy and demure

“I’m still human you know?” you watch him as he pulls out a particularly large weed

You chuckled and nodded

“you look like you need a break” you say and went back to your own work

It was now his turn to look at you and tilt his head in confusion

You looked at him and pointed your finger to his face

“the bags under your eyes are telling me you haven’t had a goodnight sleep in these past few weeks, your cheeks has slightly deflated implying that you haven’t been eating much, plus you don’t laugh at Tadashi-Sensei’s stupid science jokes anymore, meaning you’re not really having fun or something’s wrong”

You put your finger down after voicing out your long observation and went back to your task

Kuroo was stunned to say the least, he thought he was putting up a good façade, boy was he wrong

While realization was just hitting you and your eyes widen

“PLEASE DON’T TAKE THAT IN A CREEPY WAY, PEOPLE RARELY TALK TO ME SO I LIKE OBSERVING THEM FROM AFAR!” you immediately blurted out

There was a long deafening silence before a hyena-laugh broke out

“its fine its fine” he said in between laughter while you stood there with a flushed face

“It’s just that you were the last person I expected to hear that from” he said after laughing

You gave him a small shrug

“I just don’t like to see people losing interest in something they’re passionate about” you look at him and smiled

“if you envision the ideal outcome of what you’re doing and it doesn’t spark you joy, then there’s no point of doing it” your words dug its way into Kuroo

You went back to your work and continued “I think that you are very passionate about volleyball and I can see that school is important for you as well, you just need to take a step back, look at the bigger picture and tackle every situation one by one, you can’t experience the dream you had for three years with that depressed look in your eyes”

He freezes on the spot, everything you said digging its way to his system, a flash of relief spreading throughout his body, he felt his vision slowly widening, and for the first time in two weeks he felt tired and hungry

The birds chirping, and the sound of water trickling from the water can were the only things that were heard, the setting sun illuminated your skin as it perfectly glowed and you happily planting the new seeds into the dirt will always be engraved in his mind and heart as one of his most peaceful memory

“hey, I’m getting food after this, do you wanna come?” he asked his eyes pleading you to say yes

You were taken aback but you eventually nodded with a small “sure”

and so you spent the rest of the day eating at a ramen store with Kuroo (man was hungry he literally finished three bowls) and went to an ice cream parlor for dessert

After walking you home, Kuroo laid in his bed his hair wet from the shower as he sends a chat to the volleyball team apologizing for skipping practice

“good thing you did, you looked like you were falling apart”- Yaku

“you looked like a zombie from the house of the dead”- Kenma

“you badly needed it man”- Kai

He shook his head as he opens another chat box, his bright smile turning into a soft one

“hey, thanks for today, I had fun”- Kuroo

“i don’t even know what I did but you’re welcome? Thanks for the treat”- Y/N

“… and that’s how I met your mother, we went hung out very often after that and I asked her out after the Nationals” he said as he placed the food in front of Tetsuya, the giddy smile still plastered across his face

“Mom talked a lot to cheer you up even though she’s shy” he says as he takes a bite of his dino nuggies

“well she did confess to me that she liked me since the first year of junior high on our wedding night” he says with a smug look on his face

“you could’ve just leave that part out” both of the boys turn their heads toward you

your son immediately got off his chair and ran towards you as you lift him up and hugged him tight, he started talking to talk about everything he discovered while reading and you listening to every word he says, with a mother smile plastered on your face.

your husband stood there, staring at you, eyes filled with love and adoration. He was pretty sure he was a hero who died for his country in his past life. There was no other explanation on how he got this lucky, how he managed to get the most perfect wife the world could offer and how he was given the most perfect son he could ever ask for.

staring at you as you smile gently to your son, he didn’t know it was still possible to fall even harder even after being together for fourteen years.

omg this is my first ever post, It’s kind of a mess but please bare with me I am still learning.

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #timeskip!kurooxreader haikyuu x y/n

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love-amihan · 3 years ago

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CHAPTER 1; IN NEED OF TUTOR

warning: just kei being salty, not proofread

word count: 0.7k+

amihan’s note: italic+indented means flashback. kinda follows the hq events but not really, don't have anything to say here other than happy reading!

masterlist: metanoia

hs!tsukishima x fem!reader

“n/n-chan!!” kei screeches out in excitement, some people turning to look his way, seeing the cute kid skipping happily towards you.

you turn around and see him making a beeline to your direction while waving his hand, “keikei~” you also call out, running to meet him half-way.

the passerby watches as the two kids tackle each other in a hug, falling in a fit of giggles. akiteru bows to your parent who’s holding bags full of grocery goods, he politely offers to hold it for them as the kids might take awhile to catch up.

“tsukki!” tadashi peeks over his shoulder, looking at him with curiosity in his eyes. “penny for your thoughts?” the freckled boy adjusts his bag on his shoulder.

“hmm, uhhh,” kei stares at the boy contemplating a bit before deciding against it, he shakes his head no, looking ahead of the road.

kei walks inside the campus with tadashi following close behind who's telling him about his morning. “i heard that we're gonna have a new manager,” tadashi tilts his head slightly to the side, “figures. our current is in third year already,” kei says with a nod.

“tsukishima!” shoyo’s voice echoes throughout the corridor, students staring in his direction. “quick,” kei mutters to his friend, picking up his pace. unfortunately for the blond, the small boy is quick on his feet and is standing in front of him already.

kei grunts and rolls his eyes, “what?” in contrast to shoyo's hurry earlier, he just stares back at the taller one with a glare.

the frown on kei's face is replaced by a smirk, “i’ll give you an autograph but sadly i have to get to my class. now if you'll excuse me,” he chuckles while shaking his head.

he grips his bag and starts walking to his class with tadashi snickering behind him. “please tutor me, four-eyed jerkface!” kei’s brows furrow and turns around, “if you're gonna ask for a favor, you have to beg for it.. nicely.” seeing the boy, kei sneers at him. "besides, my answer is…"

shoyo looks up from bowing, “no.” kei says with a mocking smile and proceeds to where their classroom is. tadashi smiles at shoyo apologetically, running behind kei.

the orange-haired’s complaints decrease in volume as they enter their room, “maybe you should at least consider tsukki” he looks at his friend, concerned and sincerity visible in his eyes.

kei sighs and sets down his bag, “i’ll think about it,” tadashi’s lips turn up into a smile, “great!” he said, mirroring his actions and set down his notebook on kei’s table.

“can you help me with this problem? i answered it already but i don’t know if it’s right” kei reaches in his bag, grabbing his mechanical pencil to help the boy.

meanwhile, you stand up from your desk, a break is given after an hour of nothing but discussion. you walk outside the room, opting to look out the window when you see your classmate having a conversation with a beautiful upper class student.

similar to your classmate's reaction, you stare at her in awe, her overflowing charm has you stopping in your tracks as you watch her tuck her hair behind her ear. “really?” the raven-haired excitedly exclaims, holding both of your classmates' hands.

“i know this is rushed but i’ll see you later if you’re not busy, thank you.” with that the upper class student sprints her way down the hall. you glance at your classmate who’s still star-strucked by the other. you slowly walk around her, continuing your mini agenda.

you jump in shock hearing her squeak out in panic, “i agreed without thinking!” you look at her in concern, “are you-” yachi looks at you with wide eyes, “what do i do, y/n?” her hands clutching a piece of paper in hand.

“i’m sure it’s gonna be okay,” you try to comfort her, it’s not that you two are not close but more like acquaintances than friends. yachi whines, ruffling her hair in frustration. you get a glimpse of the paper, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

“you’ll be okay.” this time with affirmation and confidence, she looks at you with hopeful eyes. “really?” you nod at her, “i have a friend from that club, he tells me different stories everyday. they are…” you scrunch your nose, remembering the different people.

they’re far different from one another and will surely be hard to get along with, yachi’s shoulders slumps, “i’m screwed, aren't i?” you look back at her and shake your head and hands vigorously. “noooo, i’m sure you’ll be okay!” you try cheering up the blond again.

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#series;metanoia #karasuno;tsukishima #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x you #tsukishima x y/n

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katsukikitten · 4 years ago

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Wholesome Frat AU, Clearly aged up, college au, main characters are Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Jiro, Mina, and of course you my dear reader. Sexual themes, mentions of drugs and booze through out.

AHEM

Chapter 1

Denki lies upside down off his bed, staring at his phone when another invite to a party comes through. It's from a classmate he shares notes with and one of the few non toxic dudes on campus. A smile forms on his face, his fingers ready to fly across the screen to confirm his Friday night to be golden and one to remember.

Or maybe wish to remember as alcohol and maybe some weed numb his senses.

But then the location comes through, a frat house that's notorious for ignorance and low key rape culture. He turns it down claiming to study and sighs. Staring at his shared four walls from the top bunk.

"What's going on with you? No one wants you to keep their bed warm tonight?" Sero teases passing him up a beer before starting the next round of his game. Preferring to get buzzed and troll in Apex lobbies than find somewhere to be tonight.

Their phones buzz at the same time, Kirishima coming through on the group chat.

Big Red 🦈 : Any plans tonight boys?

Boomboi 💣 : Fuck off, busy.

Tape dispenser 🎞 : Apex

Zaptos ⚡: got invited to a party but location is sus af. You bro?

Big Red 🦈 : Yikes 😬 Keepin some ladies safe. Don't like the scene here…

Tape dispenser 🎞 : Same

Zaptos ⚡: Same

Boomboi 💣: FUCK OFF!

Denki and Sero both smirk at their phones before moving on with their Friday night with small talk of Instagram stories and received risque snapchats. As the beer fridge gets dwindles their thoughts seem to grow.

"Okay, listen. Here me out!" Denki says as if Sero would ever come off defensive. He finishes his eighth beer before continuing.

"What if we started our own frat? Like...like a fucking wholesome one."

"Dude not only does that sound impossible but what would we call ourselves?" Sero chuckles nursing his seventh beer. Denki pauses for a moment, trying to think of something, anything great.

"Alpha Kappa Wholesome." He smiles, "Yea that's it!"

Sero laughs from his bottom bunk earning an angry faced Denki to put half of his body over the side of his bed.

"I'm serious man! We could kick out whoever doesn't match our values. This college is supposed to be about making 'lasting connections' with fellow heroes! How are we supposed to do it when we are cooped up in our tiny dorm!" He gestures to their cramped room. A set of bunk beds and desks with their TV and shared dresser on the far wall. Sero looks around, this sure as hell wasn't like the dorms at UA that's for sure.

"Okay well two people isn't enough for a frat, man." Sero lets the dream die before it can bloom, running a hand through his raven hair. Denki scrunches up his face before he remembers where his crush stays. It's as if a light bulb lit up atop his upside down head. He jolts himself falling from the top bunk crashing into the empty beer bottle. They clink in protest but thankfully non break, just roll beneath the bottom bunk.

"But there is a sorority of only four and we have four friends in our group!"

Denki decides now is a good time to face time them. Kirishima answers first with a shout that he's gonna step outside, the roaring party and flashing lights die behind the shutting door while Bakugou is illuminated by the light of his screen glaring into the camera while a meek looking girl hides.

"This better be fucking good." Bakugou growls.

After an hour and a half of screaming Denki finally convinces Bakugou that sharing a house with the three of them as opposed to a rando was a much better idea. Reminding him that he had done it for three years in highschool surely he could last two more. He agrees but refuses to help argue with the dean meanwhile Kirishima is GLOWING with excitement over the idea formulating with his sober mind the best way to handle the notorious harsh Dean.

It takes petitions, several meetings and almost til the spring break to come down to this, the final meeting. Bakugou, who has attended every meeting and true to his word has said nothing. Denki nervous as a sinner in church, Sero who's sweating bullets and Kirishima all sit in the room with the board, treasury and the Dean in a final meeting of sorts.

Kirishima gulps and before he can explain the benefits the frat will have to offer the Dean stops him with a simple show of his hand. Taking a report from the secretary of treasury to look over, he just needed the monetary excuse to back up his favorite word.

"No." He clears his throat, "Unfortunately funds are too low to be able to support another fraternity." The Dean leaves it at that not even bothering to offer they join something preexisting.

Three of the four men accept defeat, mentally communicating that they did a good job trying. But the fourth man dreamed of his own room, of his own space to do as he pleased. And all without threat of being charged with murder. Although the fourth man would never admit that the reason he spoke up wasn't totally about the room, it was the look of defeat, anguish on his friends faces that had the room heating up a degree or two and smelling heavily of boiling sugar.

"Oi, toupee." The hot head let's his seat fall back to all fours, fixing the Dean a withering look, "You said something about not enough money huh?"

The Dean swallows thickly carefully thinking out his next sentence.

"Why, Yes its…." Bakugou interrupts before the Dean can even finish his thought.

"Pretty sure I'm the reason this campus is gonna be swarming with fucking no name extras next year." Katsuki's smile widens as his hand pops, "If you deny this request with the money I'm making you then I'll participate in the university sports festival with another college's across my fucking chest."

The Dean visibly sweats, Bakugou really was a hard student to land. His brash attitude and unapologetic behavior was popular among the younger generation bringing with it an influx of applicants and donations. It hadn't even been 24 hours since his announcement did it crash the admin and donation site. He panics, not even sure if there is any real estate available on or around campus in order for him to legally allow this fraternity to flourish. As if reading his mind the secretary of grounds offers him a file, an old run down home within a decent walking distance of the main campus. The Dean exhales the breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Let's not act so rash. It has just come to my attention that we have some extra funding to be able to purchase a place for you all…" He looks over the file, he hopes this is enough to placate the hot head, "But it will need some old fashioned sweat equity, if we can secure it. The town has been kind enough to offer us first dibs to real estate within a certain radius of campus and if they like our offer you hardworking men will have your 'Alpha Kappa Wholesome home."

"They better like your offer." Is all Bakugou says before standing, "We get the keys in a month, got it?"

He doesn't give the Dean time to rebuttal, he just leaves while the other shocked three follow suit. It isn't until they are in the courtyard does their excitement hit them all at once.

"HOLY SHIT BAKUBRO ALWAYS COMING IN ON THE FUCKING KLUTCH!" Denki shouts, tackling Bakugou into a hug, Sero and then Kirishima wrap their arms around the yelling hot head who threatens to blow them up.

"I owe you a fucking drink!" Kirishima shouts lifting the group and twirling them

"OI OI OI SHITTY HAIR PUT ME DOWN!"

After that promised drink and a month of waiting the four musketeers stand before their new home. The house is trashed, easily a short sale of a foreclosure as the rent went higher but their wages stayed low. The amount of work to make this place semi decent was going to be astronomical at best.

Bakugou is thoroughly unimpressed, scoffing as Denki runs up the porch. The vision is clear in the electric blonde's head. The massive porch is clean, with a swing and some chairs, string lights hanging from the wooden ceiling while the half wrapped around, second story porch is draped in endless artificial star light cloaking the house in cozy warmth.

Dneki opens the front door and plume of dust rushes out around him, the other two follow suit. Taking the steps two at a time as they rush into the house. Harsh garnet stares after them before glancing at their luggage. He decides to leave it all stepping inside.

Their imaginations run rampant as they stand beneath the large archway to the main living room while Bakugou begins to second guess opening his mouth. That or getting more money from the Dean. Before displeasure can leave the hot head his friends turn to face him, their eyes shining and smiles stretched wide, wide enough it begins to hurt Bakugou's own cheeks. They encourage him to step into the home more, telling him what will go where. For a moment his smile is soft, tender as he looks at these three idiots seeing the bright side of everything before he steels back into his normal self.

"Oi! Quick acting all googly eyed. We've got a lot of work to do and a lot of fucking money to raise."

The four friends spend majority of their spring term picking rooms and doing basic cleaning. Bringing only one of the two full bathrooms up to par, trying their best to keep up with the old big house. Even after all of them picked their rooms there were still three bedrooms and a den with a door left. They brain stormed adding recruits but Bakugou shot the idea down despite Sero being elected the president of the frat.

Spring boils into summer, bringing with it the promise of cold hard cash. Bake sales and lunch deals thanks to Bakugou's cooking skills brought in a large amount of income, so did the odd jobs Kirishima, Denki, and Sero found themselves doing. Still they find themselves short.

"Shirtless carwash!" Denki announces earning a glare from Bakugou. Kirishima pipes up before the idea is blasted sky high.

"Think of the money man. The community around here is soccer mom's and freshly graduated college kids and I don't know about yall but when I go for a run or hit up the corner store after a good run I'm being stared at."

"That's a valid point Bakugou. I've seen how they flock to you for baked goods, they've been staring at your arms and eyes man." Sero adds voting yes to the idea making it three to one.

Just as Kirishima said, woman and even some men, flock to the area for a car wash. Some even coming back twice in one day! The cash flow is good but still a bit lacking. Denki wipes the sweat from his brow as he wonders how they will get enough to be able to get decent light fixtures and a working fridge in the dorm. Let alone anything aside from a blown up mattress and folding chairs in the living room. He scrolls through his social media on his break and comes across the miracle he has been asking for.

A lovely summer picture of four women in bikinis, three of them his housemates have lived with before. Mina Ashido, Jiro Kyoka, Ochako Uraraka, and then there is the new woman, you.

But what makes the picture that much sweeter isn't even the content itself, no it's that gorgeous caption just beneath it.

"BASIC BITCH CAR WASH! Help us raise money for an apartment so our sorority doesn't get disbanded!"

An idea formulates in the electric blondes head so quickly he thinks sparks fly from his ears. A dangerous smile forms on Denki Kaminari's lips.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha au #bnha college au #bnha wholesome frat au

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uncanny8ellen · 3 years ago

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Some songs show me images. Inspirations. I rant instead of writing fics. Cuz who has time for that? I barely got time to eat. But I always got time to say how Hunter got it bad for the Mechanical Lord. Maybe too spicy for empty stomach lol.

I like the phrase 'mental breakout'. I came up with that from a song. Hysteria - Muse

That song fits Hunter so well when he lets himself go. Here's this chill, calm, self-effacing fella who likes to perch on the highest branches and stare off into horizon for hours on end.

Then a certain metal hobo pushes one too many wrong(correct) buttons and he goes 'So you can talk the talk. Let's see if you can handle the walk.'

Really, he didn't even blink an eye when Karl broke his arm to bits, took all the temper tantrums with the adeptness of a seasoned parent, caught and dragged his unconscious ass to the bed since the dumbass erased the concept of sleep from his dictionary, kept off any wayward villagers or lycans off of the said man's territory, all the while collecting Intel for the stinky man and doing his part of the job around the village.

So he's a little stressed.

His humanity was purely a product of nurturing. His nature only ever speaking in ravenous hunger or absolute apathy doesn't help.

Karl getting in his face with those glimmering eyes too often alight with blazing golden fire doesn't help.

Those full lips curling around cigar into well-loved but such insufferable smirk doesn't help.

As Lumber once wisely said, "My brother might have a patience of a saint, but don't go thinking that he is one."

They fuck for days and no work in factory gets done. "I thought you were gonna break me.", "Where's that confidence, my Lord?"

There is absolutely no more place left on his skin to mark. Neck, shoulders, back, chest, thighs, just name it. There's a cut on his cheek that's still bleeding. Some tears on lips from bites that can't quite be called kissing. Karl bit too hard one time and honest to God he felt his canines hitting a bone. Just when he tries to pull back in actual concern what does the maniac say? "Now that's a bite."

He gives as good as he gets too. After they're done chomping down like they want to cannibalize each other rather than fuck, they lap up the blood, all the while the brutal pounding never slowing.

When Hunter got too frantic Heisenberg tried tying him down with chains, like many times before, then soon finds out that Hunter let himself be chained down, because this time he just tugs and breaks the thing off, just like that, and immediately lunges at him.

Anyone would wonder if they're having sex or fighting to death. Or both.

With the mechanic's metal bending ability you'd think holding down a man will be like a breeze but no. Hurricane Katrina doesn't hold a fucking candle. The huntsman just dodges everything. Surely he can't dodge the entire factory wall that's been ripped apart in rage? Apparently not. The guy grabs the railing, barrel rolls around the platform, and fling himself back on like nothing happened.

Karl isn't even mad anymore. Hunter runs like crazy, eyes bloodshot and never once breaking away from his. Karl can never let him out of his sight until it eventually happens, and he's on the ground again because, once again, the little fuck appeared out of thin air and tackled him. Aaand they're right back to where they left off. Wrestling around, not caring who's dick is in who.

They keep going at it. At anywhere but where they should be doing it, really. When they somehow reaches bed Karl is the one who calls time out. "Just what the fuck are you?" he asks, gulping down a cup of water. That unsettling look still hasn't washed off from those all-consuming gaze, and the reply he gets is, "You're asking me now?"

10 mins and they're back on humping. No words. Time blurs. None of them remembers nor cares if they've even eaten during those 3 days. On fourth, Heisenberg wakes up from post coital coma and cannot move. They are bedridden for a whole day. Hunter manages to sit up and every single bones in his body crack. He semi-crawls to the kitchen to get emergency ration, just some left over bacon they are, and feeds half conscious Karl in bed.

When they have feelings in their limbs, that's when they finally start functioning again. The mad engineer has learned to test the water ever since, toning it down a bit with his teasing and all, in case Hunter's on the verge of that madness again.

If anything, he's more interested in the marksman now. 'Beware of a silent man and still water.' And here he thought that silence was simple timidity.

Who knew such gentle demeanor could come from a little monster like that?

#resident evil village #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg #lord karl heisenberg #the hunter #iron steed #oc Hunter #my writing #i need death or coffee #Hunter: *lost it*#Mr. Heisenberg: Hot damn #inspired by music #song i listened to:#Hysteria - Muse #Little Monster - Royal Blood

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thatoneticklewriter · 4 years ago

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Don’t Be Cruel

(Ler! Venti/ Lee! Xiao) Platonic

Summary: Venti has had enough of Xiao’s aloof attitude and decides to seek manners into his own hands.

“Ugh! I just hate that guy!” Venti squeals in frustration throwing away tonight’s dinner.

“Well, the almond tofu you made was disgusting.” Aether couldn’t help but make a face.

The bi color haired boy threw a small dinner party for Chongyun and his boyfriend Xiao. He spent days studying the different types recipes and ingredients of Almond tofu hoping to cook it right to Xiao’s taste. Though the raven thought otherwise spitting the food back onto the plate and dumping it in the trash can.

“But he didn’t have to be rude about it!” Venti snaps crossing his arms against his chest. “There were other times he was mean to me too! Like how he doesn’t wait for me whenever we get assigned to do missions together and how he sometimes shoves me whenever I’m in his way. I don’t get what Chongyun sees in that asshole.”

“I think you’re just overreacting, sweetie.” Aether smiles at his friend placing his hands on his shoulders.

“I want to get back at him so bad.” Venti clenches his fists pulling away from Aether’s grasps.

“That’s it!” The bi color haired boy shrieks as a light bulb flashes in his head. “I’m going to torture him! Yeah!”

“Um, you’re not going to actually hurt him right?” Aether gives the other a hopeful look.

“No, I’m just going to make him suffer in a way he hasn’t before.” Venti smirks holding his hands behind his back walking into his room to commence his plan.

Hey, can you get Xiao to wear that one outfit where it’s like he’s wearing overalls and a crop top? Venti texts Chongyun the following morning.

Why?????? The blunette responds a couple seconds later confused by the bi color haired boy’s intentions.

I just think he looks snazzy in it. Please! Venti makes up the quickest excuse without sounding like a complete idiot.

Fine, I will try. Is all the blunette texts back and Venti hopes Chongyun goes through with the plan.

The bi color haired boy runs across a certain unlucky friend in Mondstat.

“Hey Benny!” Venti smiles at the white haired boy.

“Oh hey!”

“So like you’re strong, aren’t you?” He questions raising an eyebrow at the other.

“Um sure, I think so? What do you need?” Bennett taps his chin glancing up at the sky.

“I need you to help me with something. All you have to do is hold my target down while I torture him.” An evil smirk crawls onto Venti’s face and Bennett backs away with horror.

“I can’t help commit a murder sorry.”

“No, no! It’s not the kind of job you think it is!” Venti grips Bennett’s wrists not wanting to lose sight of him.

“Can I at least have some more information?”

“I just want to tickle Xiao but you can’t tell anyone.” Venti holds a finger up to Bennett’s lips.

“Xiao? Why him? To be honest, I think he’s the hardest to break. He doesn’t smile at all and I doubt he knows how to laugh.” Bennett tilts his head like a dog not understanding Venti.

“Cause he’s an asshole that needs to be taught a lesson! Now are you going to help me or what?” The bi color haired boy impatiently taps his foot.

Bennett agrees to be of Venti’s service as they meet up with Xiao for their mission.

“Why are you here?” The raven stares up at Bennett with a sharp glare.

“Oh uh erm Venti asked me to tag along. In case any of you guys need healing.” Bennett chuckles rubbing his arm, hoping not to reveal too much of Venti’s plan.

“We don’t need your healing.” Xiao scoffs at the white haired boy before turning on his heel.

“I see what you mean now.” Bennett whispers to the other giving Xiao the side eye.

Venti couldn’t help but notice the bare skin on Xiao’s lower back as they walk behind him. He wondered how much the blunette begged for Xiao to wear the said outfit.

“When I say the time is right, I want you to tackle him.” Venti whispers to the white haired boy watching Xiao stroll far past ahead of them.

“I don’t want him to hurt me.” Bennett pouts at the bard.

“He won’t. I promise, just trust me.” Venti shakes his head catching up to the raven.

They find their designated group of Hilichurls they needed to defeat by a shipping port.

“You go first.” Xiao nudges Venti on the shoulder.

“Why me?” Venti cowers holding his arms above his head.

“So you can suck up all the enemies together while your weird friend and me will finish them.” The raven explains to the other and Venti lets out a sigh knowing he was right.

“Weird?” Benett raises an eyebrow at Xiao wondering what he did to deserve that title.

The bi color haired boy launches a wind current towards the oblivious hilichurls gathering them in a tornado. Both Bennett and Xiao Storm towards the enemies not even giving them a chance to stand or process what was happening.

“I think that’s the fastest we ever took down a mob.” Venti comments skipping towards the two boys.

“I’m out of here since the job is done.” Xiao holds up a hand strolling the other way.

“What!? No, you can’t go! Let’s hangout! The three of us.” Venti links arms with the raven and Xiao groans trying to get out of his grasp.

“I can think of a hundred reasons why we shouldn’t.” He sends Venti a cold look.

Now. Venti mouthed to the white haired boy and Bennett lunges at Xiao wrapping his arms around his waist as they tumble to the grass.

“Get off me! What is wrong with you?!” Xiao shouts underneath Bennett’s weight trying to shove him off.

“You’re gonna get a taste of your own medicine.” Venti giggles at the struggling raven before handcuffing his wrists and that was Bennett’s cue to let go of the other.

“You better tell me what’s going on or I’m going to rip your head off.” Xiao growls at the bard. If looks can kill, Venti would be dead by now.

“Just some cold revenge.” Venti cracks his knuckles slowly trailing his fingers along Xiao’s bare sides.

“Hey! Stop that!” The raven couldn’t help but crack a small smile flinching from Venti’s touch.

“Aww, does someone have sensitive sides?” The bi color haired boy teases playfully squeezing at Xiao’s waist.

An abrupt squeal escapes Xiao’s lips trying to face away from Venti though the bi color haired boy continues to tickle his bare sides.

“You should hold his legs so he doesn’t kick me.” Venti orders to Bennett as Xiao kept flailing his legs all over the place hoping to escape.

“Ow!” The white haired boy yelps falling onto his back after Xiao had struck him across the face with his boot. For such a small body, the raven had a powerful hit.

“Never mind! Hold his arms above his head.” Venti ordered glancing at the Bennett’s bloody nose and the white haired boy huffs under his breath.

“Let go of me!” The fiesty raven struggles under Bennett’s hold, even with handcuffs, the white haired boy can barely keep up with Xiao. They honestly needed another person for help.

Xiao’s aggressive twisting and turning comes to halt when the bi color haired boy digs his fingers into his bare armpits. With Bennett holding his arms, the poor raven was defenseless at this point. Xiao’s giggling and squealing fills the atmosphere and Venti didn’t know the stoic raven could make these kinds of sounds.

“Ahaha! Please stop!”

Venti scratches at a delicate patch of skin near Xiao’s hip bones making the raven cry.

“You’re gonna have to beg harder than that.” The bi color haired boy gives him a smug look shaking his head continuing to tease the flesh below his waist.

The raven was a laughing mess, too weak from laughter to pull away from Bennett.

“Don’t you think he’s had enough?” Bennett questions in between Xiao’s squeals watching Venti squeeze at Xiao’s lower ribs.

“We haven’t even gotten to the good part.” Venti rolls his eyes at the white haired boy and Bennet couldn’t help but feel sympathy for Xiao.

“No, no, please not there.” Xiao lets out a whine that makes Venti almost emit a wave of guiltiness. No, this is what he wants you to do.

“Wow, please two times in a row? Maybe you can be nice!” Venti jokes at the crying raven as his fingers reach dangerously close to the raven’s abdomen.

A shriek escapes from Xiao’s lips feeling Venti’s fingers flutter across his tummy and Bennett grows startle at Xiao’s vigorous writhing.

“Hold him.” Venti bosses at Bennett who almost lost grip of Xiao.

“Argh, he’s strong.” Bennett hisses doing his best to contain Xiao’s flails.

“I’ll be nice ahaha I promise.” Xiao wheezes in between laughter though Venti seems skeptical of the raven’s intentions.

“I’m not totally convinced yet. How do I know you’ll change once I let you go?” Venti raises an eyebrow before squeezing the sides of the raven’s tummy with his thumbs and Xiao squeals arching his back.

“I’ll change!” He fights back once again though Bennett was prepared to keep him still not wanting to make Venti furious.

“Hmmm, you’re not going to be mean to me anymore?” Venti playfully hums loving the reaction of Xiao begging and hollering when he dips a finger in his navel.

“I won’t! I swear!” Xiao whimpers as a tear rolls down his cheek.

Venti finally gets off of the raven letting Xiao catch his breath.

“Can you take this off me?” The raven quietly asks feeling embarrassed. “Please?”

“Why, certainly!” Venti giggles getting on his knees uncuffing Xiao.

“Sorry about your nose.” Xiao apologizes to Bennett refusing to look him in the eye.

“Oh it’s fine, it stopped bleeding.” Bennett smiles shaking the other off.

“Hey Xiao, you’re pretty cute when your smiling. I see why Chongyun likes you now.” Venti taunts the raven pondering how long this kind facade will last.

“Erm, thanks.” Is all the raven says as a small blush appears on his pale cheeks.

The boys part ways, Xiao going back to Wangshu inn and Venti and Bennett to Mondstat.

“Do you think he’ll stay that way?” Bennett curiously asks the bi color haired boy on the walk towards the city.

“Something tells me he will.” Venti throws his head back as a evil chuckle escapes his lips.

#tickling #writing #fanfic #genshin impact #tickle fic #genshin impact tickling #venti genshin impact #xiao genshin impact #Venti #Xiao #Ler!venti #lee!xiao #archive of our own #platonic

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samanthadalton · 4 years ago

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Slowly falling (part 1)

Pairings: Kamilah x Amy

This was an idea that came to me a couple of months ago but I’m glad that I finally get to start writing it now. It’s basically a rewrite of chapter 10 of book 1 with the castle attack but I’m putting my own little spin on the story and letting the slow burn unfold more. Hope you guys enjoy ❤️❤️❤️ (also im writing star crossed lovers its just gonna take a few days dw it’s coming)

tw: mentions of blood and violence so reader discretion is advised

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wordcount: 3.4k (its long i know im sorry i was excited)

Screams fill the room as the first feral crashes through the door, letting out a blood-curdling screech to signal to the rest of the ferals to follow. Within seconds blood sprays all over the walls and floor as the ferals ravenously tear through the sea of vampires, letting their primal instincts out to play. In response, vampires begin running and fighting in all directions, while the humans run to safety, burrowing themselves into the smaller rooms, hoping to not end up as the gory decorations that besiege the room. Amidst all the chaos, the council leaders prepare themselves for battle, Adrian rolls up his sleeves, while Kamilah unsheathes her daggers from her dress. The Baron grabs a huge craving knife from the walls, as Vega stomps on a broken chair using two of its legs as deadly weapons, while Priya seizes a lit torch and begins to intimate the ferals near her, Lester hisses and bares his fangs as the council members join the fray. Their eyes burn with anger, the redness mirroring the blood spilled as the blur of their bodies move with such elegance and precision slashing through the crowd of ferals.

Amy watches, paralysed with fear before Lilly pulls her out of her reverie, dragging her away from the confrontation as the roars of both vampires and ferals echo through the hall, the reality of the deadly situation settling into her. Another assembly of ferals breaches through the halls and as Amy and Lily make their way towards the gardens, they lose sight of each other, as the crowds move in all directions, chaos only elevating.

“Lily! Lily!” Amy frantically looks around the garden, her voice panicked while her breaths come heavy, unable to stop the terror taking over her body. She suddenly stops in her tracks, she slightly narrows her eyes towards the woods to see a lingering figure just standing at the edge before moving into the shadows of the trees and without any hesitation she follows after the figure. Her gaze darts around as she runs through the woods, a dubious feeling in the pit of her stomach but she subsides her doubts and pushes through. It isn’t until she hears a snarl she stops in her tracks, her heart practically leaping out of her chest.

She slowly turns and sees a feral with blood dripping down its face as it hisses at the girl and leaps towards her. Amy lets out a yelp and leaps to the side, barely dodging its attack. “Oh my god!” The feral advances towards Amy ready to attack again, it manages to shove her to the floor, its slender fingers tightening around her arms, as blood slowly trickles down her arms. Amy lets out a sob as the feral bares its fangs, leaning closer to the girl’s face, ready to tear her to pieces. Drawing on all her strength, Amy attempts to push the feral away, her eyes scanning the environment looking for a weapon to help her. A small branch sits out of reach to her, and after a moment's deliberation, she uses one hand to reach out to the branch, her strength diminishing as she uses her other hand to hold the feral back. She grunts as she stretches her fingers, the feral digs its nails into Amy more and she screams in pain. Motivated by what she thinks are her last few moments, Amy lets out a primal cry and uses the last of her strength to grab onto the branch before plunging it through the feral's chest. The black blood splatters all over her face as she watches the feral turn into dust, the last few embers of it floating in the air as the wind blows it away. She takes a few moments to catch her breath before a resounding series of slow claps cuts through the silent atmosphere.

“Damn, I was rooting for the feral.”

The familiar voice brings shivers down Amy’s spine as she lifts her fatigued body off the ground, her voice a low gruff, “you.”

“Yes, me.” Nicole stands before the girl, a sated smirk on her face as she steps closer to the girl, as she does, the moonlight shines down on her, specifically on the crossbow in her hands as she dangles it by her side.

“You’re the one behind the feral attack.” Amy’s nostrils flare as she carefully watches Nicole’s grip on the crossbow tightening, slowly biding her time before she makes a move for it.

“Wow looks and brains, I can see why Adrian chose you as his little pet.” She takes one step closer, all amusement wiped from her face as her gaze intensently burns into Amy’s. “Before I kill you, tell me something. How’d you know it was me?”

Amy lip quivers slightly before she bites down on it, Nicole finds her display of fear amusing letting out a small chuckle, but she cocks her head to the side, curiosity glistening in her eyes. “Well?”

“You told us you wouldn’t be here tonight. And even though you were in the woods too, the feral only came for me.”

“Mmm, two and two. I didn’t think you had it in you.” Nicole takes one more step towards Amy and levels up the crossbow to her forehead, “I guess Adrian needs to look for another assistant now.”

“Why? Why are you doing this?” Amy cries out, she grits her teeth together in an endeavour to stop the tears in her eyes from falling. The corners of Nicole’s lips slightly quirk upwards as her finger hovers over trigger, “this goes far beyond you Amy. You’re just collateral.”

“Who are you working for because I know Adrian would never want this.”

“That old prude, please.” Nicole lets out an exasperated huff, “Adrian’s always been such a good boy following the rules, but he played me. Strung me along and made me do everything for him without giving me what I wanted most.”

“You wanted to turn.”

“And he knew that, and he kept letting me get my hopes up until your idiotic friend had to get herself hurt and took my rightful place in his clan.” The glare in Nicole’s eyes turn to pure hatred, as her hands shake in fury, “but at least tonight I get my revenge.” Just as she’s about to pull the trigger, Amy tackles Nicole to the ground and the two women begin brawling with each other, trying to grab the crossbow.

Amy wildly swings her arms and knocks the crossbow out of Nicole’s arms as Nicole delivers a sharp blow to Amy’s gut, knocking the wind out of her. The VP begins to crawl towards the crossbow and just as she reaches out to grab it, Amy jumps on her back and pulls her arm away.

“Why...don’t...you...just….die?” Nicole rolls over, pushing Amy to the ground before wrapping her hands around the girl’s throat. “Guess we’ll do this the old fashioned way.” Amy begins hitting at Nicole’s sides, as her gaze slowly starts to become hazy. She feels the air leaving her burning lungs, as Nicole’s grip only tightens, a malicious smile on her face, contentedly watching as she drains the life out of the girl. A flood of adrenaline rushes through Amy’s body just as her life begins slipping away from her, and she uses the opportunity to gouge out Nicole’s eyes with her thumbs. In retort, Nicole hisses and loosens her grip arounds Amy’s neck. Amy lets out a huge gasp, letting the crisp air infiltrate her lungs and shoves Nicole off her body, reaching out for the crossbow and clamps her hands on it as soon as her hands touch it. Nicole freezes as she’s on her knees, expression startled, she lifts her hands up defenselessly and begins pleading.

“Please..don’t do this.”

Amy tightens her hold on the crossbow, trying to stop her shaking hands as she stares down Nicole, “why should I? You almost killed me.”

Nicole shakes her head, tears falling from her eyes, “please, please.”

“Stop! Just stop!” Amy keeps the crossbow aimed at Nicole but she doesn’t make a move to do anything. All of a sudden Nicole’s pleading stops as she smugly looks at the girl, a glimmer of gratification in her eyes.

“You can’t do it.” The smile on Nicole’s face only broadens, she lets out a small devilish laugh as she slowly begins to stand, her hands still held up as she does.

“Stop! Just stay there.” Amy apprehensively squeaks out, the crossbow still pointing at the VP.

“You won’t do it. You’re not a killer.” Nicole degradingly pouts, her voice painfully demeaning, “you’re Adrian’s little pet. Too innocent for a world filled with killers.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” Amy counters.

“But I know enough. Why did you even agree to stay? You could’ve walked away, you could’ve had a clean conscience, no blood on your hands.”

“I’ve never killed anyone!”

“Really?” Nicole raises an inquisitive eyebrow as she slowly steps towards Amy, “tell that to the feral you just killed.” Nicole lunges forwards, trying to grab the weapon from Amy’s hand but the trigger jams and suddenly Nicole lets out a huff before dropping down to the floor, her hands clutching her chest as her clothes begin to soaked in a crimson liquid. Amy gasps, throwing the crossbow to the side as her hand uselessly hovers over the spike in Nicole’s chest before using her hands as a compress to stop the blood flow.

“No. No. No. No. No.” Nicole’s blood permeates onto Amy’s hands, as she wipes her hands on her clothes before putting her hands back into the same position. “Please,” she whispers pleadingly as Nicole’s breaths come out in short intervals, blood sprouting from her mouth and oozing down her cheeks. When Amy meets Nicole’s eyes she doesn’t see any fear...just acceptance. Nicole laughs derisively, small flecks of blood falling on chin as she does.

“You..have...no...idea...what’s..coming...next.”

Amy momentarily freezes as Nicole’s words sink in, she realises she has still yet to learn who Nicole is working with but realises it’s too late when Nicole’s body is motionless, her eyes lifelessly hanging open. Amy lets out a choked sob, hands trembling as she glares at Nicole’s body, reality settling in. Her breaths become panicked, as she shuffles herself away from the body, she shields her eyes and uncontrollably breaks down.

“Amy?” A soft voice calls out to her, and Amy lifts her head to see a worried Kamilah standing in front of her, her own face and hands painted in blood. Kamilah carefully turns her head to look at Nicole’s body before shifting her gaze back to the human, “did you?” she trails off as Amy frantically nods her head, her body still filled with tremors. “Hey.” Kamilah squats in front of the girl and carefully puts two fingers under her chin lifting her head until their eyes are trained on one another. “Take a deep breath in and then a deep breath out.” Amy attempts to follow Kamilah’s advice, inhaling and exhaling deeply and slowly until she finally has control over her own breath. She nods in appreciation to the vampire. “Are you going to tell me what happened here?”

“Kamilah I-” Amy murmurs, her voice laced with pain, “she’s the one behind the feral attack.”

“What?”

“She tried attacking me but the crossbow, it jammed and then-” Amy cuts herself off as tears begin brimming in her eyes. “I didn’t mean to” she violently shakes her head, as her body begins to tremble again.

“Listen to me. You did her a favor.” Amy inquisitively gazes at Kamilah, confusion written on her face.

“What are you talking about? I should’ve brought her back to her council, you guys should have dealt with it.” Kamilah tuts in response as she turns her head towards Nicole, fury burning in her eyes.

“The council would have made her suffer for being behind the attack, you did an act of mercy.”

“I don’t feel like I did,” Amy pulls her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly. Kamilah for the first time inspects the human’s, she assesses the mixed colours of black and red on her face and the scratches and blood all over her dress and arms. Kamilah stands and moves towards Nicole’s body and just as she’s about to lift her body Amy shouts out, “no! Please, no one can know about this.”

“Amy…”

“Please Kamilah,” Amy says pleadingly, “Adrian, Lily, they can’t find out, please.”

Kamilah sighs, before she begins to rub her temples, “okay, wait here.” She wordlessly leaves and a few moments later returns with a shovel in her hands and begins digging in the ground next to Nicole’s body. When she’s created a hole deep enough, she carefully lifts Nicole’s body and lays into the newly dug hole and begins to fill it up again. Amy silently watches the soil hit Nicole’s body as the grave begins filling up until Nicole’s body is completely concealed. Kamilah lets out a huff before looking over to Amy who hasn’t moved from her spot in the last hour. “Amy?” Amy noncommitedly hums in response, her gaze never leaving Nicole’s grave. “Come on,” Kamilah reaches out her hand awaiting for Amy to take it and as Amy’s hands slide into hers, Kamilah effortlessly pulls Amy up, before pulling her hand away. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Kamilah walks out of the woods with Amy trailing behind her and the women catch the train, silence filling up the atmosphere as they wordlessly trudge up to Amy’s apartment. A breath of relief escapes Amy when she comes home to an empty apartment, glad that Lily isn’t here to question the state she’s in. Kamilah promptly stalks towards the bathroom and Amy closely follows behind. Kamilah grabs a towel from the cabinet and begins running the water, dabbling the towel under the water. “Come,” she commands as Amy obediently stands in front of the vampire as Kamilah lifts the wet towel and delicately begins dabbing away at the blood. Amy watches as Kamilah’s brows furrow ever so slightly, a hint of concern in her features as she softly wipes away at the blood.

Without thinking, Amy lifts her hands to cup Kamilah’s face, Kamilah’s breath slightly hitches as she freezes while the human’s thumbs gently stroke the vampire’s cheeks, surveying the dried blood on her face. “There’s so much blood,” she quietly speaks out.

Kamilah keepsher focus on wiping away the blood on Amy’s face, unable to look into her eyes, as she responds, “nothing that hasn’t happened before.” Kamilah freezes, her face scrunched up before her hand trails down Amy’s arm. “Take off your dress.”

“What?”

Kamilah stares at the human, her gaze serious. “Take. Off. The. Dress.” Amy turns and pulls the zipper down and as she does Kamilah gasps.

“How did I not pick up on this before?”

Her fingertip ghosts down Amy’s back as Amy looks over her shoulder, “picked up on what?”

“You’re- you’re hurt.” Kamilah touches the large gash on Amy’s back and Amy’s recoils in pain.

“Ow!”

“Here, let me heal you.” Kamilah’s fangs descend as she lightly pricks her finger with her tooth and presses the blood onto Amy’s back. “There, it should heal soon.”

“Thanks.”

“This is taking too long, you should take a shower and clean off the rest of the blood.” Kamilah turns to leave but Amy grips her wrist slightly pulling the vampire back.

“Please stay, I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Kamilah contemplates but as she takes in Amy’s distraught demeanour, her gaze softens and she sighs, “okay.” Amy pushes off her dress, but keeps her bra and panties on as she steps into the shower and begins running the water. A few moments later, Kmailah follows suit, letting her dress join Amy’s on the floor as she steps into the shower half naked.

Wordlessly Kamilah cups Amy’s face and lets the water begin to wash away the blood, her thumbs tenderly stroking the human’s jaw as she does. Amy, although slightly taken back by the vampire’s sudden benevolence, allows Kamilah to gently caress her face. In return Amy squirts some shower gel into her hands, letting the suds bubble up in her hands before cleaning away the blood on Kamilah’s face. Kamilah tenses, realising her abrupt hesitation, Amy stops but keeps her hands on Kamilah’s face, her eyes searching the vampire’s. When Kamilah doesn’t pull away, she continues rinsing off the blood as the two women soundlessly help each other to clean up, the intensity of the atmosphere being more intimate than any moment shared between them before.

Kamilah senses Amy’s mind drifting and speaks out, “it gets easier.”

Amy looks up at the vampire, solemnly, “which part, the killing or the guilt?”

They continue washing off the blood in silence until Kamilah replies, “both.”

Once they are cleaned up, Amy offers Kamilah some of her newer clothes to try on. Kamilah hesitantly but without complaint puts them on before moving towards the front door, when she turns back to look at Amy, Amy can already sense Kamilah’s walls being built back up as her usual cold demeanour takes over.

“Right, I should be getting back to the council, Vega’s called an emergency meeting.”

“Do you know what it’s for?”

Kamilah shakes her head, her voice devastatingly monotone, “most likely to figure out how to spin this story and clean up the mess back at the mansion. According to Vega, amidst the..” she clears her throat and carefully chooses her words, “events of tonight, Marcel was killed by the ferals.”

Amy gasps, sadness overcoming her senses, “oh my god.”

“Well, for now you need to lay low.”

“What about Lily? Where is she?”

“I’m not sure,” Amy sharply draws in her breath but Kamilah lays a hand on her shoulder, “Adrian told me she’s okay.” Amy exhales elatedly. “You need to find her and lay somewhere safe for now. Something tells me that someone was using Nicole as a puppet and your apartment might not be safe for you right now.” At the sound of Nicole’s name Amy tenses, fear creeping up on her.

“Are you going to tell them?”

“I promised you I wouldn’t. I’ll….figure it out but for now lay low okay?”

Amy nods and Kamilah removes her hand from the girl’s shoulder before giving her a curt nod, leaving the human in the apartment. Amy takes out her phone and texts Lily, a few seconds later Lily responds and Amy pin drops a location for Lily to meet her at.

Eventually she meets with Lily and Jax and Jax gives the girls a tour of the shadowden where the girls meet members of the clanless and seek refuge in the shadowden for a few hours. Eventually a commotion of voices interrupt the tour as they step out to see Kamilah being held by two clanless as the crowd begin cheering and screaming at her presence. When Amy looks at Kamilah she feels a pang of disappointment in her chest as she sees Kamilah has changed back into her regular suit. After some convincing Jax lets the women go and they all go to Kamilah’s office for some privacy after Kamilah explains there has been a development in the recent attack.

“Well? What’s going on?” Lily blurts out. Kamilah stalks towards her drinks tray pouring out half a glass of bourbon before downing it in one gulp. “Hello?”

Kamilah shoots daggers at Lily and the young vampire immediately clamps her mouth shut. “It seems we have an issue.”

“What’s wrong?” Amy asks and for the first time since Kamilah left Amy’s apartment, she stares directly into the human’s eyes, an unfamiliar glint in her eye.

“They’re saying it’s Adrian.” Kamilah grits her teeth, her nostrils slightly flaring.

“What is?” Lily raises an speculative eyebrow at the older vampire.

“They’re saying he’s behind the attack at the castle.”

“What? Who the hell is saying that?” Amy speaks out, the anger on her face almost matching the level of Kamilah’s.

“The council. They’re giving him a trial in a week, to determine if he’s innocent or guilty.”

“What happens if they think he’s guilty?”

Kamilah squeezes the glass in her hand, crushing it into pieces as Amy and Lily share a worried glance, “he dies.”

#playchoices #BloodBound #kamilah sayeed #kamilah x mc #i miss the blood queen so much #hope you guys like this

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fairestwriting · 4 years ago

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title: think about it tomorrow

word count: 2629

summary: Even after that difficult day of work, Ruggie had one more task he needed to complete, one that he didn’t expect would end with him just coming home.

this fic post is a lil different from my usual ones but! i did a trade with @nicoliharu !! and heres my part of it uvu

Savanaclaw’s lounge has an eerie glow at night, blue irradiating from the pool in the center that people say looked uncanny when it was empty, like now. That, or visitors would find it pretty.

Ruggie himself didn’t care much. Usually, when he had work at the Lounge, he’d come back to that, and it was more familiar than anything. Without the other students around, it was more like the only thing welcoming him back “home”, so there’s a vague comfort there. He always gives it a bit of a stare before walking to his room.

Sometimes he sits there and thinks over the silence. Makes calculations in his mind about how much money he was sending back home, how much he needed for himself. Thinks about exam dates and those extravagant events Azul made him and the other employees suffer through. Leona’s errands, Crowley’s tasks, windows to be cleaned, letters to answer.

He doesn’t have time for that tonight. Ruggie’s heading straight back to his room, Agatha should be coming over soon, after all, he promised he’d help her out with Animal Languages.

Yeah, it seems sort of insane to accept requests like these when he was having such a busy week, he knows. It’s not like he doesn’t have the spine to decline them, or something, just… well. Agatha is Agatha. She’s not like anyone else in that school.

Agatha was the only girl, for one, and also, one of Ruggie’s close friends. A couple sparks had been rushing between them lately, which made him so much more excited than he should be, but he was grateful for the friendship itself. In his two years of being a NRC student, he never really found someone who had a presence that… healing. Agatha was understanding and kind, the sort of person that compels you to wind down just by being there.

(Really, how rare was someone like that in Night Raven College?)

So he had a crush he was comfortable with. Nothing wrong with that, right? And nothing wrong with wanting to see her after waiting all these damn tables either.

He opens the door to his room and wobbles inside with a sigh. But, man, he was exhausted. He hoped it wouldn’t show through too much when she got there. It wasn’t necessarily that late, just… he hadn’t caught a damn break today. He wonders if there’s time to rest his eyes for a bit before she gets there—

“Ruggie?” He perks up at the voice he hears outside. “Are you in there?”

And there she is! He feels inclined to smile. One very much needed spark of energy runs through him.

“Yeah, yeah, just a second!” He responds, first moving to turn on the lights, which he hadn’t done yet, then to open the door. Agatha greets him with one of her usual smiles. “You ready to work?”

“Ah, well.” She laughs, a bit awkwardly. “I’ll be doing my best. I hope it’s not too much of a bother or anything!”

Really, how could she ever be?

“Nah, not at all.” He says, allowing her inside before the door is closed. It makes a bit of a heavy noise when he shuts it. “If it’s Animal Languages, then I’m your guy! And, I always have time for you, shishishi.”

Agatha gives him a small chuckle. “You’re too good to me.”

“It’s just what you deserve, y’know!”

She sits on his bed while he’s picking up the papers he’d put together earlier on his desk. Drowsiness creeps in, but he knows how to push that aside well enough. He needed to do his best now. Just not let all that exhaustion show through so he could lend Agatha a hand! Then, then he could sleep…

Sleep sounds nice, doesn’t it? His brain tempts him, but he blinks multiple times, and hopes that good enough to stave off the feeling.

“So, what part did you have trouble with?” He asks, sitting next to Agatha, opening the textbook over his lap. The logical part of his brain wishes he had more than one chair in his room, so they could sit by the desk. The less logical part is just happy to be here.

“Mmh, it was with these...sentences Mr. Trein asked us to translate, I think? I couldn’t really get the difference between these two noises… I think it’s in chapter 7, hold on.”

She gets the book from Ruggie’s lap, bringing it closer to herself. He lets his eyes linger on her a little while she’s flipping through pages, shiny amber eyes narrowed at the words.

A silly smile appears on his face. Ruggie feels like a lucky guy, which he guesses it’s sort of odd, they’re not even dating or anything like that. And this was supposed to be him doing her a favor. Technically, he doesn’t gain anything from this, and yet…

Agatha’s hair is this nice red-like color that stands out while it flows over her shoulder. Ruggie doesn’t know the exact word for the color, maybe it was burgundy? Garnet? That doesn’t matter. The point is she’s just… beautiful. Eye-catching besides that pleasant aura that melted all his worries away. She’s there, so it’s like everything will be okay. Ruggie lets out a small laugh, in a way, this looks just like a dream—

“Ruggie.” Her voice calls for him, firmer than its usual airy tone. He blinks, a stronger haze settling over his mind. So he dozed off. Huh. “...are you okay? I think you just fell asleep for a bit.”

“I’m good!” Ruggie chirps almost immediately. Her brows furrow in worry. “Just dozed off for a bit. Uh.” He laughs awkwardly. “What were you trying to show me?”

Agatha stares intently, concerned expression intensifying on her face.

“Ruggie…” She begins again, head tilting a bit towards him. “I don’t think you should be studying right now. You should’ve told me you were tired.”

“Hey, I’m good, though!” He argues, but there’s no bite to it, really, he couldn’t add that in even if he tried. Agatha sighs, shaking her head. “We can keep going.”

“I’m not letting you study like this. Come on, you should get some rest.” She moves to close the textbook, but he grabs at it first, reflexes slowed down or not. “Ruggie.” She says, in a gently scolding tone.

“It’s fine, I told you.” He tries to argue again. It looks like she wouldn’t buy that at all, and, well… “Didn’t you need help? It won’t even take too long, I can just…”

“No. That’s final.” Agatha states, cheeks puffing slightly. “You’re so stubborn. Just rest a little, okay? We can study tomorrow.” She huffs, hand placed on the top of his head in a pat — That turns into something like light petting that sends a weird, fuzzy feeling across Ruggie. “Come on. You can lean on me if you wanna.”

Ruggie crosses his arms, but she looks at him all invitingly, with that warm expression on her face. And his resolve dwindles…

Ah. Ruggie isn’t really a strong man when it comes to things like that, is he?

“...what kinda leaning are we talking about?” He asks, a bit of a smile on his face. Well, maybe this wasn’t bad either.

Agatha chuckles. “You can lay on my lap or on my shoulder, what you’d like. As long as you take a little break, you stubborn hyena.”

Yeah, it’s not bad at all.

“Then I’m on it, shishi.” He can’t help but grin a little. “You said I could do it, so.”

He pushes the book off Agatha’s lap — Hey, it’s an opportunity, he’s not just gonna miss that — and moves to lean his head on her thighs, sighing when they touch. Agatha does a bit of a small, barely noticeable jump like she wasn’t expecting him to take that offer, but in just a second, her smile widens, still soft and warm. Ruggie smiles back at her.

“That’s the only way I can get you to rest, huh?” Agatha sighs, leaning back for a bit. “You’re such a workaholic.”

Ruggie doesn’t say much of anything. He begins to feel drowsy already, but… really, when he’s like this, how could he really sleep? He can feel his heartbeat quicken, the room filled with a silence that’s both comfortable and comforting.

Agatha’s hand makes its way into the mess that was his hair, Ruggie feels himself perk up — and then immediately begin to relax, feeling how the tips of her fingers begin to run along it, untangling knots and gently scratching against his scalp, then the back of his ears—

Ah. The tension in his body starts melting away, pressing his face against Agatha’s thigh some more. Damn it, that felt nice. If he had to die like that, he really doesn’t mind. He feels all fuzzy inside, the humming that begins to leave Agatha sounds faraway, even.

He sighs.

His thoughts get muddled… was he that much of a workaholic, he begins to wonder. It felt so natural to just fill every second of his day with those part-time jobs. He didn’t hate it at all, he’d come to every location with a smile, ready to tackle the day, but maybe he pushed himself a little too hard sometimes.

It’d be nice if he could come back to something like this everyday. Ruggie found his dorm room decently homey, but… with Agatha there, it’s a whole different story. Maybe she’s just spoiling him like this — He leans against her hand as she scratches the back of his ears once more, knowing they’ve gotten a bit twitchy — but whether he’d admit that out loud one day or not, he just really likes it. He feels floaty, fuzzy…

“Hey.” He half opens his eyes, Agatha’s gentle smile is the first thing he sees, warming his heart. Something straight out of a dream. “Y’know what, I really like you.”

Her posture straightens in shock.

“Eh?” She blinks, and only now, Ruggie notices what came out of his mouth.

“Uh. I mean.” Oh. Oops, he giggles awkwardly. That hadn’t been how he thought he’d tell her about it, but… gotta make the best out of what you have, huh? Whether that went well or not… “Is that weird? If you don’t feel the same we can just drop it. But I’m telling you the truth. You’re just… special. I feel really comfortable with you, and all.”

He feels his face warm up, and he’s still laying there — These are kind of embarrassing things to say, aren’t they? But it’s her, and it’s true — Agatha is undeniably flustered, maybe they shared the slight red tint to their faces now. Ah, it’s weird. He feels anxiety threaten to pull him under for the first time in a while—

“I… I do too. A lot. M-Maybe too much.” And she stutters, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as she looks away in this rare sort of shyness. “S-So, it’s not weird at all!”

Ruggie’s heart skips a beat.

“Cool. Okay.” The words processing in his mind, repeating over and over like they hadn’t registered yet, echoing. His face felt impossibly hot, his self control running low. “...can I kiss you?”

Agatha blinks, still wide eyed, and a smile appears on her lips, she fiddles with her hair again, brushing it off her shoulder. “I… yeah.”

All of this, it’s so… Ruggie has a tough time wrapping his head around it all, but he’s not going to argue a reality like this at all. Sparkling with excitement, he gets up, sitting next to Agatha again, and they exchange a look for a moment as he smiles, foreheads touching.

Ruggie feels like he doesn’t even know how to begin, like she’s his very first kiss. Tentative hands cup Agatha’s cheeks, and in the peak of his enthusiasm, they just go for it, so close to being at the same time — And their lips meet.

He feels euphoric, almost every bit of exhaustion forgotten when he feels Agatha’s smile against his, small breathy laughs bubbling up and leaving them before the kiss deepens and Agatha pushes back against him too.

They’re not really thinking about it at all, and maybe that’s how Ruggie prefers it. Agatha is warm when she presses closer to him, her arms wrapping around him, and he continues to hold her face in his hands even as they pull away to breathe for a moment, seeing her smile.

“You’re so cute.” She says in between slightly harsher breaths. “Ruggie…”

And he thinks of the time he’s thought about something like this happening, none of his fantasies ever really went like this — There was always some sort of struggle, a larger pause after he tells Agatha about his feelings even when he thought of victorious scenarios. Even when he had her with him in the end.

He wonders when they kiss again, should anything have the right to feel so easy?

She tastes vaguely like lipstick, something cherry-like and similar to what he’d associate to the color of her hair, with a hint of sweetness. Her arms around him pull him closer with surprising strength, he feels her heartbeat on his when their chests touch.

And Ruggie’s not good at keeping his hands to himself— He notices he’d been hungry, wanting something like this for too long, and even though the world feels too dreamlike, blurry from exhaustion and still a bit of denial, he lets his hands wander. He touches her arm first, but it doesn’t linger there, going down her sides and ending up on her hips, wondering if he could let them wander further, maybe over her thighs—

“Ahaha, s-sorry, I’m just really happy.” They pull away, breathing heavily, and Agatha is giggling, her smile turning the dim room into the sun itself. Ruggie can’t help but share the expression. “I never thought… this really feels like a dream.”

“Yeah.” Ruggie agrees. “What do we… are we doing anything else, or?”

His face feels hotter upon saying the words. He sounds lame, but—

“I don’t know.” She says with a sigh, but it’s content. Their foreheads touch, bodies still too close to each other, and too happy to be where they are. “I’m just happy we’re here.”

“Mm, me too.”

There’s one more kiss, although a brief one. Agatha’s hand is on his hair, idly running fingers through strands, even after they part again.

“You still look so tired.” She points out, voice gentle. “Don’t you wanna call it a day?”

Ruggie has to sigh. Well…

“Maybe.” He admits, finally, even though he doesn’t want to be away from her at all now. “But I’m gonna miss you if you leave.” It’s a playful complaint, even though he means it. Agatha chuckles a bit.

“I can stay with you, then.” She says with a rare sort of decisiveness. “Someone’s gotta take care of you if you’re not gonna do it yourself.” She pouts, pulling him a bit closer.

His eyes threaten to flutter shut like this.

“If it’s you, then.” He murmurs, laughing quietly. “Guess it’s alright.”

Agatha gives him one more kiss, a small affectionate peck on his lips.

“Good. Let’s think about everything else tomorrow, okay?”

Then it goes by easily. He sighs, releasing tension with his exhale, and Agatha holds out her arms for him with an inviting smile.

They lay down, not really bothering to turn off the lights just yet. Ruggie makes himself at home there, back of his head on her chest, an arm pulling him closer while she continues to pet him, warm and dreamlike.

And they think about it tomorrow.

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