#fitting seeing as she's been there for the past however months XD

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[cdroloisms]

birdhouse question, you’ve talked a bit about how the arrival of pream changes the birdhouse dynamic but i’m wondering how do j!dream and c!dream react to nettle specifically when she and pream show up? if this is before the rest of the babies appear, then this is like…their first (?) interaction with Baby tm so how does that go? how do ff!sam and j!sam react to nettle?

Yes !!! So there’s two versions of Nettle in birdhouse for the two versions of coparents that arrive in birdhouse — in both cases, coparent!Sam arrives first, 3 years or so into Mayfair, so when c!/j!Dream is ~25 and he’s ~45. In regular birdhouse, it’s ocean escape p!Sam, so biological c!awesamdream baby Nettle isn’t a thing—p!Sam is languishing in regret and has been going to therapy and separated from p!Dream for a little while already. About 9 months later, p!Dream arrives in birdhouse. In this continuity, if Nettle happens, she’s a magic baby with JJ and Aggie, given to the Dreams by XD.

In awesamdad birdhouse, however, the situation is quite different. awesamdad!sam arrives in birdhouse at the same time as p!Sam, so about 3 years into Mayfair—only instead of months of separation from Dream and therapy and grappling with the fact that he’s lived his life wrong, he’s spent the last year of his life absorbed in diet plans and house babyproofing and helping p!Dream through pregnancy and construction projects and work and caring for a newborn and p!Dream postpartum and therapy worksheets (see: scream eureka, my forever beloved). Nettle would’ve been about … 3 months old or so when he suddenly gets teleported out of his home into a different dimension. And he’s…um. A little preoccupied.

(more under the cut)

In og birdhouse, with ocean escape p!Sam, p!Sam is sopping wet and in therapy and sees the whole thing as divine punishment or a chance to make some of his past wrongs right or whatever and immediately kicks up a fuss. This gets him treated with suspicion, and he gets fitted with his own little house arrest armband when the other Sams realize he’s enough of a Dream sympathizer to actually, like, present a problem for security. Probably because he becomes a problem to security. Immediately. d!Sam, on the other hand, isn't at the point of "sex with your prisoner has an inherent power dynamic that makes it Wrong!" or "dreams are human and deserve rights and also i have so much guiltabout my entire existence and therefore maybe all sams showed be blowed the hell up" like, mmmm. At all. He's still riding the "we are better now because we both Got Better and have gone through Character Development through the trials and tribulations of the last 20 years of our lives [including: 8 years stalking 12+ years crazypants physical, emotional, verbal abuse, kidnapping a kid and then raising him, conditioning the fuck out of your exprisoner who you tortured and then proceeded to torture in front of his son which you raised as your own son while keeping him in your basement and also dubcon sex btw] and we are Good now and the past is in the past and everythingis awesome #TRUELOVE" cope train, and this means that his whole Everything isn't nearly as much of an inherent challenge to the Sams' deal in birdhouse, on either side.

That doesn't mean that it's not uncomfortable for them though. d!Sam is ... well he's frantic, and desperate, and Very Very Sad (I miss miss my wife tails. I miss her a lot.) and j!Sam ... is a good host :] he wants to elp. From both j!Sam, who finds it completely unimaginable to be in any kind of unabashedly positive relationship with a Dream, never mind married to one with a newborn--and d!Sam, who is in a house with prisoners and Wardens and A Basement again and feeling certain memories tug at him that he would much prefer have put to rest, they're very much seeking some kind of magical justification that helps them cope with the situation without having to say that the other one is A Bad Guy, and what works best (and already is something that has a foundation in their current worldviews) is creating a strict distinction between the Dreams-who-are-prisoners and the Dreams-who-are-husbands. My Dream isn't like yours, he's good now ^_^ / my prisoner needs a Firm Hand and Structure and Control, it's necessary ^_^. We are both right and we are both Doing The Right Thing and you're a good guy/I'm a good guy AND NOTHING IS WRONG. #TRUST.

So even before p!Dream arrives, there's a ... lot of separation that is established in the minds of Sams for the sake of soothing both of their discontented feelings at the very different places that they're at in their lives. I know what's best for my Dream is a shared sentiment that still holds true, which means that they can hold on to that as a lifeline, avoid stepping on toes that may force them to reckon with the inherent contradictions at play here, and move on with their mutually reinforcing cope just don't look at anything too hard. I still haven't even gotten to the Nettle of it all I'm sorry THIS IS (KIND OF) NECESSARY CONTEXT:

anyway. This kind of sets the stage for when p!Dream arrives with Baby like, 3 months later (in the meantime, Briar had actually kinda crashed in p!Dream's house). d!Sam makes it very clear from the get go that p!Dream is off-limits. He's not a prisoner, you can't treat him Like A Dream, Dreams shouldn't fuck with his family either, these people are the most important people in the world to him Do Not Mess With This. j!Sam, who has established a sort-of friendship stat with d!Sam and all the aforementioned Dream-related cope to deal with the differences in their circumstances, doesn't really challenge this at all. Sam and Sam's husband and Sam's child are his guests, this is fine, this is normal. Just don't think about the awesamdream of it all too hard and everything will be A-okay. So...his reaction is very much an effort at This Is Fine and Normal, everything is Fine and Normal, I am a good host and I trust my friend and everything is under control. j!Sam thinks that d!Sam is a good guy with a good head on his shoulders and the whole situation is ... different, they agree on that, and he's a good bro so d!Sam's deal with his family isn't his business besides how he's going to make an effort to be a good friend and host and roommate--it helps that p!Dream looks so different, and helps more when he doesn't reeeeeally interact with the guy. p!Dream gets his own marker on the refrigerator dry erase board for groceries and spends time with his clingy ass husband and j!Sam keeps making sure that the house is running shipshape and that the prisoners are remaining well within the lines.

j!Sam likes d!Sam, and he likes kids in general ... he does like Nettle quite a bit? Eventually he may even babysit, and quite enjoys doing stuff like reading to her in those stupid cardboard baby books. She's a cute baby, and she's his friend's baby, and she's a little creeper baby that does things like [hissssssss] when she gets grumpy--look at her little Mary Janes, they're so tiny! etc.

ff!Sam isn't quite on the same cope train as j!Sam, but is outnumbered and not that inclined to intervene, either. He just dgaf. ff!Sam is even more entrenched in the "Dreams are unsalvageable and fundamentally cannot be fixed once they're Evil Adults" belief system bc he fucking magicked his prisoner into a child, but the other consequence of this is that what he's done is separate out Faith (his prisoner that is now his son) and the other prisoners (Dream /neg), with his personal fixation being on the former and not the latter. ff!Sam is a little uncomfortable with how j!Sam is insistent on how he should answer to him--he feels pretty consistently put down and disrespected, which plays into the use of c/j!Dream's for both him and j!Sam to better establish the house hierarchy, but his duty is now to Fix Faith And Raise Him Right moreso than just being singularly focused on subjugating and controlling all Dreams who is evil. That's just his hobby on the side. He definitely buys into the whole d!Sam + coparents deal less, in large part bc d!Sam just doesn't like the guy and thinks he's weirdchamp, but neither is he really trying to Prove Anything to d!Sam or j!Sam about p!Dream bc 1) d!Sam would actually just kill him and 2) it doesn't really get him anything he wants--d!Sam is generally uninterested in Wardening (tm) at this point (he's retired!) and j!Sam is the one he's having his dick measuring contest with. He thinks the baby is cute enough though.

c!Dream hates. d!Sam. Absolutely despises him and is suspicious of his whole deal nonstop. You married Dream and you love him soooo much and you think he's good now and everything is okay yeah right fuck that noise. He's certain that Sam will never be satisfied with anything but total ownership over every element of his life, and figures that having a fucking baby with him is just one more aspect of this. He doesn't really bond with this p!Dream nearly as quickly as he does in regular birdhouse due to a lot of wariness on both sides--p!Dream is someone separated out by the Sams as not being part of the Dreams-as-prisoners team, and c!Dream doesn't trust d!Sam's deal enough to do anything risky (how brainwashed is this Dream? What is the leash keeping him in line? what's happening behind closed doors, what does he have on him, what happens when the facade falls...) such as, trusting this one to have his back, yet. He can see how a Sam might decide that marriage is what he wants or whatever the fuck to spice it up and fancy himself "in love" with Dream, but that doesn't make it not the same exact thing as it's always been. That being said...even though it's Sam's baby, and even though he doesn't give a shit (#trust), he's...well, he's been the designated punching bag in the house for a long time. He can cover for someone else, if there's a need for it.

and j!Dream ... well. It depends, a little bit, on biology I won't lie--we've written both afab and amab j!Dreams and if he's able to have a baby, then Nettle does mean something a little different to him than if not biologically possible. Either way, though, c!Awesamdream in gay love and married with a family means. A lot to him, even in og birdhouse, and even moreso in awesamdad birdhouse where he's actually seeing the "happy ending" with his own two eyes. There could be an end to this rat race -- it's possible, for Sam to love him, for him to love him enough to want him as something Different, to replace "prisoner" with something better. does Sam want a baby with him? What can he do, to earn this, to make Sam love him, what more does he have to do, what does it take. he's not even entirely sure what the benefits of marriage are in a more concrete way--isn't quite sure what discipline might look like, or rules, or worst-case-scenarios, but the existence of coparents and of nettle opens the door for possibilities that seemed so farfetched before he knew of them. So ... he's, investigating. And yearning. p!Dream found the key to the lock and he broke it all open ... which means that it exists, it's possible, he just has to find it. Right?

At the same time ... he's quite awkward around the baby. He's. Uhm. Well he's. [Vague gesture at himself and what he's wearing] Y'know. Not really ... family friendly. Haha.

IN CONCLUSION:

[that1insomniac]

Alright, here's one

Sorry about how one hasn't showcased her full power, and that the other may be a bit overpowered- Otherwise, just thought it'd be interesting.

ehem anyways

Charlie the princess of hell

VS

Chara the demon that comes when you call out it's name

goodluck to you writting this, and to both of them fighting eachother XD

Before reading on, make sure you read my last post to understand why I made Chara the way I did in this.

Charlie Morningstar

“That’s Princess of Hell to you, pig!”

Charlie Morningstar is (as the quote above states) the Princess of Hell, daughter of Lucifer Morningstar, and owner of the Hazbin Hotel. Despite her threatening battle appearance, she’s mostly depicted as friendly, kind, and supportive of her friends throughout the entire show. She helps run her hotel alongside her friend Alastor and her girlfriend Vaggie.

Pros:

Half-Angelic (father is a fallen angel; we know Lucifer is immune to angelic weapons [thanks to creator livestreams], so I imagine that they would have a nulled effect on Charlie. Not enough to be fully ineffective against her, but enough so that it would take multiple fatal hits to kill her)

Half-Demonic (can’t be killed by normal weapons, such as guns and knifes)

Has 2 Pet Hell Dragons (Razzle and Dazzle in they’re full demon forms would make strong allies in battle)

Cons:

Too Nice (would try to reason with the opponent, giving them an opening to deliver a fatal blow before she could attack)

Fragile (in the final battle of Hazbin Hotel, once Pentious died she literally fell over crying. Of course she then did use her full demon form, but if this repeated multiple times it’s possible she would cave in)

A Bit Naive (would believe that the opponent wasn’t trying to hurt people until either she was mortally wounded or her friends were)

Chara Dreemurr

"Where are the knives."

Chara Dreemurr is the first fallen human in the game Undertale. Much about Chara is unknown, as they don’t appear frequently in the game. However, we know they like chocolate and knifes, and that they share a soul with Frisk that gives them a physical form, but that they despise humanity. Most of this fight will consist of a “fan made” Chara (see previous post).

Pros:

DETERMINATION (the solution to literally anything mysterious in Undertale. This power allows Frisk/Chara to go back to their saved location after death)

Inventory System (can equip different weapons mid fight to change tactics)

Combat Mastery (SUPER good at close and ranged combat)

Cons:

Split Personality (in this AU, Chara is murderous while Frisk really isn’t [was Player controlled for genocide run]. Should Frisk take control of the body mid fight, that’s practically insta-death)

Cocky (when nearing the end of battle, might taunt the enemy. However, only does this when they seem sure of victory)

Player (the third party. Should they log on, Chara would stop moving, as the Player would have to use the controls to make them move. This would definitely decrease the amount of freedom Chara had to attack as they see fit)

Fight Analysis

In past fights, participants have been taken to a place neither fighter is familiar with. This fight however will take place in Hell. You’ll see why in a sec.

FIGHT

It’d been three months since monsters had gone free from the Underground. No resets had taken place after that. This was because Frisk had found of a way to keep Chara at bay. After watching the movie ‘Venom’ with their friends, Frisk thought that if they were to feed Chara’s bloodlust by allowing them to kill bad people only, they might not reset the timeline to kill the same victims over and over again. It had worked, and once a week Frisk would allow Chara to take control of their body to kill off the bad people polluting the surface. Chara was careful, as getting Frisk arrested would mean they would get arrested as well. Frisk didn’t really like this solution, but at least they could live happily with their friends for most of their life.

*You ask if Chara is ready to go out.

*Ready when you are partner.

*Bout time Frisk. I thought you might’ve forgotten our agreement.

Chara walked down the street, keeping their eyes peeled for any people who look like they’ve done something Frisk would consider ‘bad’. Not that there were any good people in humanity, but Frisk was the judge on who they could kill. Still they didn’t pass up the chance to ask about every person they saw.

*What about that guy there?

*You ask Chara what made them think that he was bad.

*Just look at him, Frisk! Does he not look evil to you?!

*You tell Chara that he looks like a normal man ok his way to work.

*Tch. Whatever.

They walked past Papyrus, who seemed to be hanging missing signs for his brother.

*You ask Chara what they thought happened to Sans.

*I dunno Frisk, maybe the comedian finally left town.

*You express your doubt to Chara that Sans would leave without telling Papyrus first. You then tell Chara about how Mettaton had also gone missing.

*I know Frisk. I can hear and see everything you can, remember?

*You’re suspicious of Chara, but decide to trust them instead of getting into an argument.

They walk past the alley between the nearby apartment buildings and stop.

*Hey, Frisk. Alleys are where the ‘bad people’ hang out, right?

*You tell Chara that that’s usually how the stereotype goes.

*Well, i’m getting tired of walking. I’m gonna just sit in here and wait until a bad person walks towards me.

Chara moved down the alley and sat down next to an empty bowl. Suddenly, the world went dark. Sounds of the cars going down the road nearby ceased. All was dark and all was quiet.

*Frisk, what the hell-

A hand with a hole in the center shot out suddenly and grabbed Chara. Before they knew what was happening they were being dragged under the ground. They moved through dirt and stone like it was water, until they suddenly popped out into an unfamiliar landscape. The sky was all red and covered with weird looking stars, except for a white and gold globe way above them. They were surrounded by weird looking monsters, who payed no attention to the kid who suddenly appeared in the middle of the sidewalk.

*Frisk where the hell are we?

*You tell Chara that you don’t know. You advise Chara to save, then ask one of the nearby monsters.

Chara touched the golden star nearby, then looked around and spotted a weird looking gray monster nearby. He had heart shaped glasses, a red top hat, and teeth that made Muffet’s fangs look tiny.

*Hey dude! Where the hell am I?!?

The man looked around and smiled creepily at them.

“Ah~ fresh meat. Welcome to Hell dear.”

*Hell?!? What do you mean Hell!??

“I mean it’s Hell dear~ By the way, you wouldn’t be interested in being a famous actor would you? I sell your body for more money than you could ever think of!”

*…Frisk? Please, please tell me that creep is a bad person.

*You tell Chara that this is definitely a bad person.

*Excellent.

With seemingly inhuman speed, Chara rushed at the moth man and sunk their knife right into his neck. The moth gave a scream of pain before kneeling down.

”Fucking ow! How fucking dare you stab me when all of Hell knows my name!”

*Uh huh. And what’s your name?

The moth flushed angrily. “Valentino you dumbass! Fuck this hurts like hell,” he said and, to Chara’s amazement, he got back up. “I don’t see why you did that, prick. You can’t exactly kill me without an angelic weapon.”

*Good to know

Chara then turned and walked down the street.

*I don’t get it Frisk. Did my stats reset? Even without an ‘angelic weapon’ he still should have-

A gunshot rang out. Chara barely had time to turn and see the moth pointing a gun at them before the bullet connected with their head.

After emerging from the star, Chara was fuming.

*Cmon Frisk. Let’s go see if we can find a shop that sells something to kill that bastard.

*You tell Chara this is the first time that you agree to something they’ve said.

They walked the opposite direction this time, and could hear confusion behind them.

”Where’d the body go?”

“I don’t know it just vanished!”

*Seems everyone down here’s aware. Great.

*You tell Chara that there seems to be a factory of some kind in front of them.

Indeed, in front of them was a factory with a sign that said ‘CARMILLA CARMINE: FINEST WEAPONS IN HELL’.

*Excellent. Let’s see if this has what we need.

MEANWHILE

“VAGGIIIIIEEEEEE!”

“Woah Charlie, what’s going on!”

Charlie rushed towards Vaggie, panting and looking worse for wear.

“*pant* I’ve been looking… *pant* all over hell… *pant* and I can’t find Angel ANYWHERE!”

“It’s no big deal hun. Angel’s strong, i’m sure he can defend himself.”

“But what if he’s hurt, or being abused by Valentino, or… *gaaaassssppp* VALENTINO! I BET HE’S TREATING ANGEL LIKE SHIT AGAIN!” Charlie started heading for the door.

“WOAH CHARLIE, HANG ON!” Vaggie grabbed out at Charlie’s arm and held it.

“Vaggie, I can’t wait. What if Angel’s hurting?”

“Normally i’d agree with you hun, but Angel can’t be at the studio!”

“Why not?”

“Because I saw him this morning. Valentino didn’t call him in today so I asked him to watch the remaining Egg Boi.”

“Yeah but what if Val decided to call him in late today? I have to check Vaggie, I don’t want Angel to be hurt.”

“Alright, fine, just… be careful hun. You remember what happened last time you went to Val.”

“Don’t worry Vaggie, I’ll be back in a flash!”

Charlie stepped outside and began to walk through the town. Strange, there didn’t seem to be any sinners out today. Usually the streets were crammed with bodies AND sinners but today was just… bodies. Mentally shaking herself, Charlie continued down the road to the studio in the middle of town. When she arrived, she found (among yet more bodies) a kid holding a knife right outside the doors. Charlie began to breathe easier at the sight of a living person.

“Hey! What’s a kid like you doing outside the porn studio!”

The kid turned, and Charlie was surprised to see that the kid had glowing red eyes.

”U-um… you know you really shouldn’t be here,” Charlie said, switching her tone to try and not threaten the kid. “Uh… you haven’t seen a tall, moth looking demon around here, have you?” The kid smiled a little.

*Oh? You mean this guy?

Chara reached down and picked up something off the ground. Charlie hadn’t noticed it among the other bodies, but once she looked at it she gasped in horror. It was Valentino’s head, eyes black and soulless. As she looked around, she noticed that none of the sinners seemed to be regenerating, like normal. They seemed to be truly dead.

“Wha-what happened here?” Charlie asked, feeling sick to her stomach.

*Well, Val here decided it would be funny to try and kill me. After I took him down, other demons started attacking until… well i’m sure you can guess what happened next.

Charlie couldn’t believe it. Her own people, killed in an instant by this tiny sinner with a high opinion of themselves. Getting angrier, she summoned Razzle and Dazzle by her side and transformed into her full demon side.

“You think that you can just show up here and kill my people!? These sinners were my family!”

*Well then, that kinda sucks for yo-

Charlie heaved her trident right at Chara. It hit them square in the chest, causing them to crumple to the ground.

Charlie barely had time to wonder how she had killed that kid so easily when she heard a voice behind her.

*Impressive. I didn’t see that coming.

Charlie turned and saw the kid standing a few feet away, unharmed.

“What… how?”

Chara didn’t respond. Instead, they crouched down and launched themselves right at Charlie. Charlie barely had time to dodge out of the way before Chara landed and pulled a gun out of their pocket. They shot a few rounds at Charlie, who hit them away, before leaping back with their knife in hand. They managed to get a hit off on Charlie right on her left shoulder. This sent Razzle and Dazzle into a frenzy, and they charged towards Chara.

��RAZZLE, DAZZLE, NO!!!” Charlie screamed, but it was too late. In a couple of well placed strikes, Chara tore through the dragons, leaving only their disembodied heads lying on the ground.

“NO!!” Charlie cried, dropping to her knees, sobbing. Chara took this time to do a quick check on their stats.

*Chara, LV. 28 - 136 ATK 136 DEF

*Those dragons had a hell of a lot of EXP to them. You should be proud.

Charlie was literally seeing red now. She stood up and with blinding speed charged at Chara. Chara dodged easily and slashed Charlie on the back. Charlie winced, but was so full of adrenaline that she immediately swung around and stabbed Chara right in the shoulder. Luckily, the added DEF and HP Chara had gotten from Razzle and Dazzle meant this didn’t really do a whole lot of damage.

*Is this the best you can do for your fallen friends? Did your ‘family’ really mean anything to you?

Charlie was getting reckless. She swung wildly at Chara, who would dodge then counterattack. This went on for a while, until…

“STOP!”

Charlie had fallen to her knees, heavily wounded on every inch of her body. Chara stood nearby, unscathed.

“Stop… I know I can’t beat you… even if I manage to kill you, you’ll just come back…”

Chara started to walk towards Charlie to finish the job, but…

*You tell Chara to hear this person out

*Cmon Frisk, it’d be nicer to put them out of their misery.

*You refuse, and repeat to Chara to hear the person out.

*Ugh, fine

Charlie, who hadn’t noticed any of this, looked up at Chara.

“I run a hotel that redeems sinners. Everyone else might see you as unredeemable, but i’d be going against everything i’ve worked for to at least not try to change your mind. No matter what happened to you on Earth, I promise that we can help you out. You don’t have to aimlessly destroy.”

*And what would you know about it, demon?!

Despite their threatening tone, their hands were shaking. This did not go unnoticed by Charlie.

“You don’t have to be a bad person. Even if you’re in hell, you can be good.”

*That’s the biggest load of bullshit i’ve ever heard!

“Maybe to you, but not to me.” Charlie began to rise. “I’ve seen the good that can come from sinners. You don’t have to suffer alone.”

Chara was shaking violently.

*SHUT THE HELL UP!!! YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!!

Chara lunged again and started striking Charlie with every ounce of anger they could muster. Charlie fell again, and Chara kneeled beside her, panting.

“You can be redeemed and get into heaven. Let us help you.”

*I’ll never accept help from the likes of you.

“I figured,” Charlie said. “But it was worth a shot.” She stabbed Chara right through the heart. Blood starting oozing out of them in mass quantities.

*You son of a bitch!

Chara threw their knife and it hit Charlie right in the forehead. She fell face first into the pavement, driving the angelic steel knife deeper into her cranium.

Chara fell to their knees, clutching their chest.

*D-damn it…

Chara started crawling towards the save star.

*Gotta… make… it… back…

Right before they’re HP hit 0, they slammed they’re hand on the save star and…

*HP restored. Your LOVE increased.

End of battle

Thoughts

Really, this one was kinda one-sided. Since Chara can’t die and their soul is literally determination, there wasn’t really a way for Charlie to win. Not a lotta thoughts here, sorry 😅

CHARA DREEMURR WINS!

Do you agree with this? Lemme know in the comments how this would have gone in your mind. Really curious to hear your thoughts! :)

(side note: sorry this took so long to get out i’ve been busy 😭)

[0perfectimperfections0]

I think it would be interesting if you'd made an au where the dolls see that they have also wronged Lou and should of given him a 2nd chance. So they now try to earn his trust. From styling his hair to how it originally was and giving him more comfortable clothing to trying to talk to him more. But it's very hard to do so because the former leader is now depressed, anxious, and jumpy. He closes himself off and vows to never trust any doll ever again.

And maybe another au where Lou is very smart and manipulative and everything goes his way.

Btw I love your fics, I've searched everywhere to find good Lou angst and you make my day. Thank you for keeping the fandom alive.

Awww, you're so sweet! I'm glad you enjoy the stories! I've also heard you've found my friend @natalie-the-writer 's account. Her stories are absolutely AMAZING! She has such amazing attention to detail and can make any scene feel so real in your imagination. If you haven't already, I HIGHLY recommend reading through all of her stories on her profile. They're awesome!

And since I've gotten an ask similar to the latter portion of your ask, this one will revolve around the former prompt. Brace yourself, this will be longer (for the first time in forever XD).

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The dolls prided themselves in how fluidly everything seemed to be running at the Institute. It was like Ox had said: they didn't need Lou. From an outside perspective, everything seemed to be going about splendidly. More importantly, everyone was happy.

Moxy hummed a made-up tune to herself as she walked down the winding sidewalks of the villa. Dolls -- with happy smiles, she was pleased to note -- waved and offered their own greetings as they swept by each other. She found her best friend, Mandy, and hopped in front of the doll's path with an enlightened expression. "Hey, Mandy!"

"Hi," the female offered a small smile of her own. "Have you seen Nolan anywhere? I haven't been able to find him."

Nolan. Did she know a Nolan? There were so many dolls that it was difficult to remember all of their names. Mandy must have caught on to her perplexed face because she soon elaborated. "Has the sign around his neck? Brown hair? Green and purple eyes? Kinda tall?"

For such a specific description, Moxy would've thought herself to be quick with a revelation. Unfortunately, that description didn't fit any of the dolls she had grown to be close friends with in the past few months. "Mmm, sorry. I don't think I know a Nolan." She admitted guiltily. "But!" She swung a short leg out to proceed in the direction Mandy had been going in, "I can help you find him!" Then she would know who Nolan was and all would be splendid again.

Mandy accepted the offer silently and walked in what seemed to be an aimless direction. However, she had a specific destination in mind. Nolan had mentioned a few times in conversation about a certain doll that she'd rather not bring up in front of...well, anyone else. So, unbeknownst to Moxy, Mandy had them set toward the old wooden shed near the back of the Institute. Now that she dwelled on it, they hadn't seen Lou in quite some time.

Her theory proved fruitful when she recognized the brunette outside of the abandoned shed. Abandoned to others, not to Lou. Moxy's pace slowed down to a stop even as Mandy proceeded on. "The shed? Why would Nolan be here?" Her question wasn't answered. Mandy didn't really have a sound answer to it either.

Nolan had made his vigil just outside the closed door. He sat on the ground, knees drawn to his chest to rest his head on, and back pressed against the door. There was a plate of food set beside him. Mandy's footsteps caught his attention before he could say anything. Quickly, he put a finger to his mouth to warn her to be quiet. His eyes went to Moxy as she finally walked closer. "What are you guys doing here?" He asked, keeping his voice just above a whisper.

"Looking for you," Mandy answered. "What are you doing here?"

Nolan cast a short glance at the plate of food beside him. It had grown cold, now. "No reason. Maybe I like the peace and quiet." Mandy shook her head and sat down on the other side of the plate. She tapped a piece of bacon experimentally.

"I'm guessing this wasn't for you." Nolan didn't respond. "How many days has it been?"

"Five. Six, if you count today." Nolan sighed.

"What are we counting?" Moxy tilted her head at them.

The Pretty Dolls exchanged glances. Mandy spoke. "How many days it's been since Lou came out of the shed."

"He hasn't been cleaning?" Moxy looked taken aback.

"You haven't noticed he hasn't been around?" Nolan's eyes went a little hard at that. It was the closest to a glare Mandy had seen him pull off. Moxy stuttered out an excuse of some sort, but he brushed it off. "You two can go. He doesn't like having so many people around. It's just been me for the past week."

"How did you know he was locked up in the shed?" Moxy asked. Had she missed a sign or something? Were the other dolls talking about him? She hadn't heard a single mention of the blond since his downfall.

Nolan visibly refrained from rolling his eyes. Instead, he flicked at an imaginary piece of lint on his knee. "Well, he doesn't exactly have the looks to blend into the background. He stands out pretty well on his own." There was an audible bite to his tone that Mandy silently acknowledged and Moxy took no note of. "I came here the first day I noticed he was missing. The door's been locked and he put a tarp over the window to keep from anyone looking inside."

"Maybe he's plotting something," Moxy brought a hand to her chin in thought.

The brunette tried not to bristle at that comment. He closed his eyes, eyebrow raised indignantly. "Like I said, you two can leave. I've managed to get him to unlock the door and I don't need anyone undoing all that progress."

"If the door is unlocked, why don't you just go in?" Mandy blinked up at the potential entryway.

"Because I want him to be the one to open the door. This is the only place he can go without being pushed around by the other dolls -- in case you haven't noticed that either." Nolan sent a look over to Moxy. She shrunk a bit under the tone. "This is his safe place now, and I don't want to intrude on it. If I'm going to make any progress, I need him to be the one to let me in."

Moxy drummed her fingers against her side, eyeing the door that could easily be walked through. "You make it sound like he's scared or something. I'm sure he's just sitting in there pouting and refusing to carry out his punishment." Nolan's jaw clenched, but he kept his mouth shut lest any harsh words are said by him. "Let's just go in there and tell him to get back to work." She stepped up and turned the knob before Nolan or Mandy could stop her.

A concentrated form of light entered the dark room. It revealed the particles of dust floating aimlessly in the air. She waved off a few visible ones and noticed the small figure hunched in the corner of the room near the door. She had been about to say something but stopped short when she realized something was off.

Lou didn't move at all from his position despite her bombarding him. He had been seated similarly to Nolan: legs were drawn up to his chest tightly, feet angled inward, arms wrapped around them, and head resting on his knees. She couldn't see his face with the mess of tangled, blond hair draping over his arm. He seemed to have his head laying to the side, facing away from her.

Before Moxy could take a step toward him, Nolan startled her by appearing in front of her path. "You need to get out. He doesn't want to be around anyone. Especially you."

Moxy was taken aback. "Wh--What did I do?"

"Is that a serious question?" Nolan finally let himself bristle as he glared down at her.

Mandy pulled on the pink doll's arm. "Moxy, let's leave. Nolan can handle it from here."

"Handle what?" A new voice sounded behind them. Ox tilted his head at the group from outside the shed. "What are ya'll doin' here? And where's Lou been? I ain't seen 'im in almost a week."

"Huh," Nolan couldn't help but comment wryly as he looked down at Moxy again, "even Ox noticed." Moxy merely shrunk in more guilt. Perhaps she had been a little too blinded by all the smiles and positivity of the other dolls that she neglected to check in on Lou.

Ox ignored the two and stepped inside, seeing the ex-leader curled up in the corner. "Lou? What's wrong?" Nolan couldn't get a word out to tell him to step back before the bunny was in front of the doll. Ox put a paw on Lou's head to try and brush away the hair, but Lou flinched away. "Lou, talk to me."

"He doesn't want to talk," Nolan clarified sharply. "And you guys are making it worse by invading his space."

"I agree," Mandy tugged harder on Moxy's arm. "So, let's give Lou some space, Moxy." The pink doll finally relented and walked out with the Pretty Doll.

Ox didn't move from his spot. He watched Lou's hands clutch at his pants tighter. Was...he really upsetting Lou just by being here? The thought sent a sharp pain through his chest. Nolan's gaze prompted him to finally stand and part ways. He sent one last look to the doll in the corner before walking out of the shed. Nolan made a step toward the doorway until he heard rhythmic tapping from where Lou was. He paused and listened.

Tap-Tap-Tap...Tap...Tap-Tap...Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap

Nolan abandoned the doorway and kneeled in front of Lou. His hand was leaning against the side of the building, tapping. Lou still didn't look up. Nolan pulled out his phone and hit the record. "One more time, Lou, please?"

Tap-Tap-Tap...Tap...Tap-Tap...Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap

The message was translated on the phone. Nolan had first heard the organized tapping a few days ago when Lou was aware of his vigil. It initially sounded like a song that Lou was tapping to the beat of, but the repetition of the taps didn't follow along to a song. It was morse code. Nolan didn't know how or when Lou had learned the cryptic language, but the translator on his phone helped them communicate. Nolan read the result:

Stay.

Just to be sure. "You want me to stay?"

A second of silence.

Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap...Tap...Tap-Tap-Tap

Nolan knew that one due to their limited "conversations" between the door. It was 'yes'.

"Okay," Nolan kept his voice soft. "Give me a minute to get them to leave." He stood and leaned out of the doorway. The others were waiting for him. "You guys go on. He wants me to stay."

"He talked to you?" Ox's ears perked up in hope.

"Sorta kinda," Nolan teetered his head with a short glance to Lou in the corner. "I'll text when I'm headed back into town. It might be a while, though, so don't wait up on me."

They hesitated to move, especially Ox. It took some coaxing from Mandy to get him to relent and walk away. Nolan didn't move from the doorway until they had walked far enough from the shed. Satisfied, he closed the door and immersed the shed back into an opaque darkness. He silently sat next to Lou in the same position he'd been in outside. No words were spoken.

[what-if-nct]

Yo its been such a long time I'm sorry. How's everything going? Are you doing well? Are you feeling well? World've better treated you well. I wanna throw a fit when not. I totally love your insta its too cute!!! Also your clothing style, you actually dare to go out in that? I cant believe it I wish I was brave enough to wear cute clothes but ppl are assholes in my surroundings so I probably wouldn't dare to- I love your style so so so SOOO much.

I mightve fallen back in a (not too severe) Mark Lee obsession and a (very severe) tgcf obsession. Also scumvillains self saving system, I bought volume one only my mom read the backside of it, which is about someone being a half demon and she tells me not to buy it anymore. I'm probably still gonna buy it because I wanna read the happy endingggg (same for tgcf but the next volume i should buy has a very sus cover so I have to hide it from everyone XD)

I have Mark Lee hanging up my wall and once in a while, I stand there and take a selfie with Mork. Its kinda tradition for me now.

Mannn i wish I had stuff to sayyy TT anyways 🥋 anon actually deserves the world so wtf is going on like actually. He didnt do anything wrong right then why is all going on and also why can't people see? I get so fucking angry and upset whenever I see ppl making fun of mental health and when i hear abt how people treat him, and I'm not even the person it happens to!! Like why must world be so unfair, like God may take all the happiness I have and give it to him. Please

That turned a little deep i'm sorry. Some people would just need to know (also 🥋 yeah ily amd ill never stop saying it) (i'm still gonna start a fanclub for him)

-sneeze

(Ps theres a character from tgcf who is canonically a dilf, and kinda turned into the god of coitus and hes scared of women) (hes my fav I love him so much) (his title Ju Yang meaning perfect sun was once misspelled as Ju Yang meaning tremendous masculinity and boom. Ppl started praying to him for sex and kids) (sorry i love that dude too much)

Hiii! And I'm doing fine and I'll stay fine as long as I stay away from people once the pms kicks in I think that's been my problem the past few months. Gotta seclude self during the moon time. And thank youuuu, you're so sweet and I do go out dressed like that. I really don't notice people when I'm out, so I never think twice about it until a creepy man says creepy things like please don't look at me. Only women and guys who look like Timothy Chalatmet and Heir Of Atticus are allowed to perceive me. But I rarely hear anything negative. But seeing my reflection in store windows and hearing girls yell they love my outfit is all that matters. Oh a girl who worked at the grocery store told me she liked my outfit and when I pulled out my card my Jeongin photocard was in my wallet and she asked if I liked kpop I wish I could've said more to her she was so cute but I was shy. So it's worth it to dress however you want cause for every person who has something mean to say there's 10 people with something nice to say. Also how you think you look and how it makes you feel is the most important part. I suggest you at least once to wear a really cute outfit just on a normal day.

I don't know what has gotten into mark lately but I totally understand falling back into it. He's at full power right now. Don't look directly at him cause he's collecting people left and right. Hes still like my boyfriend's kid brother so he doesn't affect me. But I definitely see it, his power. But that is so cute you take a selfie with your picture of mark. I kiss my pictures of Hyunjin or Chan before I leave cause they're right by the door. Their great traditions to have.

I've never heard of tgcf but it sounds like really cool, and yeah it sucks that his mental health is being disregarded it's not okay and he deserves so much better.

[christinesficrecs]

Hey, short fic anon here (don't know if you remember me, it's been a while XD), I'm back to ask you for recs XD

No problem if you don't have time, but I've been looking for sterek fics up to 10k or even up to 15k lately, and your recs have always been great in the past

So if there's any you've read lately that you feel like sharing, I'd appreciate that :)

It has been awhile!! These are all around 10K. This one is a bit longer (16K) but lots of fun! Hopefully you find something you love!!

Laying Groundwork by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 10.9K | Explicit

His expression isn’t much to go by but the entire club's howling gets louder at his appearance and Stiles literally pops a boner watching the guy’s big hands wrestle with the microphone stand.

Or the one where Scott and Stiles go clubbing and there's this broody Bouncer out to get Stiles-

Or get into his pants. Thank God it's the latter.

When the Bough Breaks by The Feels Whale (miscellea) | 12K

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“See? I need my daisy crown or I won’t get Chased.” Stiles frowned. “And then I’ll have to do it again next year. I really don’t want to do it twice.”The good and the bad of getting Caught this year included not having to do it again and the bad was he’d have a werewolf mate for the rest of his life. Stiles is seventeen. He has a lot of life to live.

Unless his wolfy mate has no sense of humor or a temper. Those with no sense of humor and tempers tended to hate Stiles the most and wouldn’t that suck? Being tied to someone for the rest of his life who hates him. That actually sounds like his type of luck.“You’ll be fine.” Allison beams because she’s a sweet person and can obviously read Stiles like a picture book aimed at toddlers.

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Deputy Derek Hale, Alpha by eldee | 12.6K | Explicit

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Inevitability (About Damn Time) by accordingtomel | 9.7K | Explicit

“So?” Scott says.

“So?” Stiles sputters, kicking his shoes into the corner and locking the front door behind him. He’d whipped out his phone the second he’d pulled up to the house, and miracle among miracles, Scott actually answered. Of course, he’s not so pleased about that now. “My dad thinks Derek and I are dating, Scott. Did you miss that part?”

The asshole actually has the audacity to laugh. As if this is somehow hilarious to him. Worst best friend ever. “No, I didn’t.”

“This is not funny, Scott.”

“Yeah, it actually kind of is, though.”

Sharing Food by aussiebee | 9.5K | Explicit

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(Or, 5 times a Beacon County Sheriff's Office employee witnesses the unique relationship between Stiles and Derek but neglects to tell the Sheriff and 1 time he witnesses it for himself.)

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“But… Do you even care about photography?”

“Not as much as I should,” Stiles plants both his hands on the table, bracketing Derek in, “You’ll have to correct my miscreant ways.”

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Too bad Derek is certain Stiles doesn't know he exists.

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And he doesn’t even try to fight it.

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as·sume /əˈso͞om/ verb suppose to be the case, without proof.

Derek makes assumptions. Unfortunately, he is wrong.

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[bnha-mha-imagines]

Soulmate au: Denki’s tattoo is covered up by Jirou and you both don’t know your soulmates. Jirou tried dating him but he rejects and says that he likes you.( prob why she did that) He still refuses even after seeing the fake mark lmao!!!!! I’m hating on Jirou rn

Denki Kaminari x Reader

AU’s: Soulmate tattoo au, college au

Words: 4074

Warnings: Manipulation, loss of friendship, angst on Jirou’s part, fluff on your part :) i didn’t know which character to follow and keep switching lolol

Summary: You and Jirou are best friends, but everything changes when Jirou realizes you and her crush, Kaminari, share soulmate tattoos. She tries her best to keep you apart… 

A/N: Literally I haven’t STOPPED thinking of this request since it came in however long ago. I sat down and wrote it and lowkey didn’t realize how long it got haha. Lol why all the hate on Jirou my dude? XD

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You and Jirou have been best friends through thick and thin. From elementary school to U.A, you’ve been together to experience all of life’s biggest moments. You were there when Jirou nailed her first gig, you both took pictures together at all of your homecoming dances, and you’ve taken more road trips together than you’d care to count. 

It was no surprise to either of your families when you decided to dorm together at the same university. Some friends find that when they become roommates that their living habits are incompatible; not you and Jirou. With everything you’ve been through together, you regarded her more of a sister than a friend. 

Jirou trusted you with all of her insecurities, and you trusted her with all of your secret thoughts. You knew that soulmates existed, but never would you have thought you’d be lucky enough to organically find an additional best friend soulmate! You often joked with her about it: “What if we actually secretly have the same tattoo and we never knew?” You’d both laugh, knowing how ridiculous that would be.

Soulmate tattoos only develop after you’ve first interacted with your soulmate, and seeing as you and Jirou have known each other for most of your lives, you both knew that the joke held no weight. However, this did mean that the both of you had a very real chance of never meeting your soulmates or seeing your tattoos develop. It was a sad thought, but a reality that many people face. But you both were still young and in college, and you were hopeful that you had plenty of time.

Even if you did never find your one true soulmate, you knew you at least had a friend like Jirou who you could live your life with. There was no one else in the world you’d rather spend time with, and you knew if and when your actual soulmate came along that they’d have to learn to share.

Truthfully, you were more in love with the idea of soulmates than Jirou. Where you tended to hold what people would call ‘hopelessly romantic fantasies,’ Jirou considered herself a realist and didn’t mind the idea of finding love that wasn’t divinely ordained. It was a growing practice to date without tattoos, and over time the importance of them seemed to lose its touch. Still, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to give your prospective soulmate some time before you give up on it.

The universe, however, always was a lover of irony! Just your luck that Jirou was the one looking to date but you were always the one getting hit on. You knew it frustrated her, though she would never say. You knew, and while you did your best to hide it, you couldn’t help feeling excited each opportunity a tattoo might develop only to feel disappointed when it never showed. You were both luckless in love, but you were luckless together, and that made it a little better. 

That was, until Jirou met some guy majoring in computer science named Denki Kaminari. You’ll never forget her face when she got home that night; she was all grins, and you couldn’t help but tease her about it. You were excited for her, you truly were! She had sat across from you on your bed while she told you all about how they had sat next to each other in a math class. 

You watched her lips twitch up as she described how he cracked jokes at her throughout the class while she struggled to stifle laughs. Finally, she told you that they were going to hang out the following night, and you screamed while giggling as if you were little kids again.

You helped Jirou pick out the right outfit, sitting on your bed while she tried on clothes for you. You helped straighten her hair while she carefully drew on a thin line of eyeliner. And then, like a parent sending their daughter off, you waved her out the door in your sweatpants and slippers. 

Eventually, one hang out turned into many, and Jirou confessed to you that they had become rather good friends. You remember feeling a little disappointed. “Only friends?” you had asked her while she nodded her head. But, she assured you that she was happy about just being friends with Kaminari. And with a warm smile, you believed her.

After a month, stories of the mysterious Denki Kaminari were no longer satisfying. “Jirou!” you practically pounced on her when she came home from her music theory class. “Take me to lunch with you! I wanna meet your friend!”

Jirou looked at you, and though her eyebrows furrowed slightly, she could find no excuse not to agree. Playing with her earlobe, she nodded her head. “Uh, sure! I’m leaving now, though, I just came to drop off my bag. Are you sure you're ready?” 

Hopping away from her, you scrambled to throw on your shoes and fix your hair. “Yeah, yeah, I’m ready!” you reassured her, grabbing your keys and your phone. Looping your elbow around hers, you grinned. “I can’t wait to meet your friend! You talk about him so much.”

Jirou nodded, walking with you across campus to the cafeteria she agreed to meet him at. As you walked, you asked her how her class was; you let her speak even though you had no idea what sort of musical things she was talking about. 

Finally reaching the cafeteria, you followed Jirou in and scanned the tables, trying to pick out Kaminari based on the description Jirou had rehearsed to you all those times. “There,” you heard Jirou say before she stepped past you. You followed her quickly, peeking around her back to finally see with your own eyes who this famous friend was.

Your eyes caught his hair first; it was a golden yellow, a bright color that fit the wide grin on his face. Reaching the table, you couldn’t help but inhale sharply. The boy was devilishly handsome, and Jirou’s words had not done him enough justice. 

“Hey Jirou!” Kaminari drew out his greeting, standing up to give her a sideways hug. You couldn’t help but chuckle as she got embarrassed and shoved him off her. You could tell that in the time they’ve known each other that they’ve gotten close. “Who’s this?” Kaminari was the one to bring you up, and you gasped.

“Oh! Right, sorry,” you apologized, smiling. “I’m (Y/n), Jirou’s friend. Sorry for intruding on your lunch, I hope you don’t mind!” You stuck your hand out to shake his, and when your skin touched you swear the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. 

He held your hand a little longer before letting it go, his smile meeting his eyes. “Not at all!” he said warmly. “Especially not someone as cute as you! Jirou, you should bring your friends along more often!” You laughed, a little bashful, before taking your seat. Jirou only rolled her eyes, choosing to sit across from you next to Kaminari.

“So you can hit on all of them? Yeah, gross, stay away,” Jirou spoke, causing both you and Kaminari to laugh.

“Ouch, didn’t know you were so protective of them,” Kaminari feigned hurt. “I’m not that bad, am I?” His eyes were teasing.

Jirou tched, smirking slightly. “Oh, you’re the worst.” 

Before you could feel too awkward and left out, Kaminari turned back to you. “So (Y/n)! What’s your major?” You told him, and continued the conversation with a few questions of your own. You both got to know each other rather well, and after only a few minutes of talking you realized why Jirou liked hanging around with him so much. 

You were talking so much that your throat was beginning to get dry. You didn’t notice how much time had gone by, talking with Kaminari was just so easy. Suddenly Jirou cut into the conversation. You had almost forgotten she was there. “(Y/n), don’t you have class starting soon?”

You blinked, and a quick glance at your phone had you scrambling to collect your things. “Crap, thanks Jirou!” you said, grabbing your bag from the floor. “Kaminari, it was lovely to meet you! We should all hang out again soon.” 

Kaminari smiled, a look of amusement on his face as you quickly grabbed your keys and phone from the table. “Denki works fine. And totally! Before you go, take my number.” You exchanged contact information, too busy rushing to notice the look Jirou had on her face. Waving goodbye to both of them, you hurried to class. 

Nothing could have prepared you for what happened the next day.

“JIROU!!!!” you screamed from the bathroom. Jirou practically fell out of her bed, reaching the bathroom just as you opened the door. Steam from your shower leaked out from the bathroom into your bedroom. You held a white towel around your body, your hair still coated in shampoo. 

“What, what happened?!” Jirou asked, worried. You had a strange expression on your face, wide eyes and a slight flush to your cheeks. With a trembling hand, you lifted your arm to reveal a small design on your wrist. Jirou’s heart seemed to jolt violently as her eyes traced the tiny outline of a lightning bolt on your skin. “I-Is that…?” she couldn’t seem to finish the question.

“Yes!” you screamed again, laughing. Despite the wet towel covering your body, you gave Jirou a tight hug which she returned. Excitedly jumping together, you gushed for a few moments over the tattoo before Jirou forced you to finish your shower. 

Once she heard the water go back on, Jirou let her face fall. It couldn’t be because you met Denki yesterday, was it? The universe would have to be cruel to pair you with the one person she’d managed to fall in love with. “No,” she reassured herself with a hushed voice. “(Y/n) had a class yesterday where they met tons of new people. With 50 people in there, it’s much more likely that they met their soulmate there.” 

Jirou sat back down on her bed, reasoning with herself as she waited for you to finish showering. She rehearsed that same line over and over in her head so that she could tell you it when you got out again. You met them in your class. You met them in your class.  

That night, Jirou was getting ready to leave. You watched as she threw on a hoodie and slid on the converse she had converted into slip ons. “Where are you off to?” you asked curiously. “Going to see Denki?” Jirou didn’t miss the way your voice raised with interest at his name.

With her back to you, you didn’t see the way she rolled her eyes. “No,” she said casually. “Just going to the music practice room again.” She peeked back to see you nod your head and reimmerse yourself into the Netflix show playing on your laptop. Releasing a small, relieved sigh, Jirou left before you could ask any more questions. It wasn’t that she liked lying to you, but she couldn’t help but feel irritated about how chummy you and Denki have gotten recently. The fact that you developed a soulmate tattoo didn’t help either. Besides, he had texted her specifically to come over, not you. She was excited for some alone time with him.

Walking down the familiar path to his dorm building, Jirou let the cool air calm her worries. Trying to reassure herself, she made her way up to Denki’s room and knocked on the door. She barely finished before the door swung open and he pulled her in. “Denki, what?!” Jirou cried, startled.

“Thank goodness you’re finally here, Jirou! You walk like a grandma!” Kaminari said jokingly as he closed the door.

Jirou snorted, her heart warming. Right now, it felt like it did before she introduced you to Denki. Just the two of them in his room, joking around. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” she said, taking a seat on the beanbag that she’s come to love. “So what’s with the urgent texting?” she prodded, a teasing smile forming on her face. “Forgot the notes in class again?”

Kaminari scoffed, crossing his arms with a smile. “No,” he said. “That was one time… okay maybe two. But, no, I texted you because of this!” Jirou felt her heart shatter before Denki even rolled up his sleeve all the way. No way. There was no way. But, the ink didn’t lie. There, on his wrist, was the same small lightning bolt that Jirou had seen that afternoon on your skin. 

Jirou swallowed the heartbreak in her throat, keeping a calm face. “You got a soulmate tattoo?” she asked softly. Denki nodded his head enthusiastically.

“Can you believe it!? These are like… super rare now! I swear, I thought I was gonna go my whole life without ever meeting my soulmate. But look!” Jirou didn’t want to look. “That means they’re here on campus somewhere. I interacted with them! Can you believe it?” 

Jirou could only manage to nod her head, but it seemed enough for Denki who was dominating the conversation.

“Jirou,” Denki said, his smile audible in his voice. “What do I do? I have no idea what to do!” Jirou’s heartbeat was pounding in her ears. She took a few seconds before she started to answer, willing the tears in her eyes to stay put. 

“Well, Denki…” she started, and at the serious tone in her voice he quieted. “It’s not really popular anymore to have a soulmate.” The venom in her words was hidden perfectly, and he didn’t seem to pick up on it as he slowly spoke.

“What are you saying?” he asked, the excitement gradually dying in his voice. 

Jirou couldn’t help the words coming from her mouth. “It’s out of fashion, Denki. People are going to think you’re shallow if you wave that around.” Seeing the pain spark in his eyes, Jirou swallowed. “Most people just ignore it and date whoever, you know?” 

Denki was silent, tracing one finger over the mark on his wrist gently. “I mean,” Jirou continued, “you could keep it but… I really wouldn’t. Here, let me help you hide it.” Denki still didn’t say anything as Jirou began to dig the foundation out from her bag. 

Bringing the chair closer to Denki’s, Jirou gingerly grabbed his hand and began to blot away the small tattoo. The concealer was slightly off color, but it was enough to do the trick. Satisfied with her work, she tried to calm the pounding of her heart. “S-See?” she spoke, breaking the silence. “Just like normal.”

“Yeah,” Denki mumbled finally. Jirou didn’t like seeing him this dejected, but she knew that it had to be done. She knew she could make him happy if he just… noticed her. 

“I know what’ll cheer you up,” Jirou offered. Denki lifted his head slightly, eyes dull. “I’ll play a movie. You know… like old times!” Getting no yes or no from Denki, Jirou put a movie on while he sat on his couch. Turning off the lights, Jirou grabbed a blanket and plopped down next to him. As the movie played, she noticed how he kept glancing down at the covered tattoo on his wrist. With a dash of annoyance, Jirou curled up closer to him. He’ll forget about it, she knew. He’ll have her, and he’ll forget all about you before he ever got the chance to know you.

After that day, Jirou tried to keep you from Denki as best as she could. She was the only one who knew about both of your tattoos, so as long as neither of you found out, she should be able to get away with it. She’d ask you about different classmates to throw you off. “Did he have the mark?” “No…” “Maybe it was that other classmate then!” And for a while, this seemed to work… on the surface. 

No doubt you were becoming exasperated about finding your soulmate. You retraced your steps many times, but still, you couldn’t find them! As for Denki, Jirou could tell that he was still thinking about his mark. He tried to be present whenever they hung out, but his mind always seemed to drift. The worst part was when you asked about one other. “When will I see Denki again?” “Is (Y/n) gonna be there?” Gosh, it was insufferable! You only met one time and it’s like you’re already in love! 

Having enough of it, Jirou devised a plan. While you were out at class, she walked to your desk and borrowed one of your black sharpies. Carefully with the thin tip, Jirou traced out the delicate shape of a lightning bolt on her wrist. You flaunted it around enough where she had a pretty good mental image of it. 

Satisfied with her work, Jirou capped the pen and rubbed at it to make sure it was set in place. Reaching for her phone, Jirou texted Denki. We need to talk. I’ll be over in 5 minutes. She was already halfway to his place when he finally replied with a simple ‘okay.’ Knocking on his door, Jirou invited herself in the instant it opened. 

“Are you okay?” Denki asked, concerned. Jirou said nothing, only walking to the center of the room before turning to face him.

“Denki,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t reveal it sooner but… I was worried about ruining our friendship.” Silently, she raised her wrist to reveal the forged tattoo. Denki watched, eyes widening as they landed on the small lightning bolt. 

He went to speak but Jirou quickly cut him off. “I know I told you to cover yours up but honestly… I was dumb. I was scared. But I’m not scared anymore and I’m ready to be with you. We’re soulmates, Denki…” Jirou smiled nervously. “We’re meant to be together!”

Denki was speechless, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Ahh, wow, Jirou,” he said finally, an awkward chuckle falling from his lips. “I-I… I don’t know what to say.” Jirou felt her nerves wrack through her.

“You don’t have to say anything. We can just… continue like we were! We were practically dating anyways…” At this, Denki seemed to jump, startled. Jirou’s mouth went dry.

“W-Woah woah woah,” Denki defended himself quickly, waving his hands in front of him. “We weren’t dating before… b-besides, Jirou. I’m flattered, really but… I… I already have a date with (Y/n) in a bit.” 

Jirou stopped breathing for a moment. “W-What?” Jirou had forgotten that you both exchanged numbers… did that mean you both had started to hang out without her? Wait… no. He didn’t know about your tattoo, there was no way. “Can’t you cancel? Denki, look at my wrist!” 

Denki sighed, the nervous smile falling from his face. “Jirou, look. Weren’t you the one who said that soulmates didn’t mean anything anymore? Well… maybe you’re right. The truth is, you’re a good friend! But, soulmate or not, we just don’t… have chemistry like that. I’m sorry. Please don’t make this worse than it has to be.” 

Jirou couldn’t move. Her brain seemed to stop firing completely at his words. After a moment of waiting for a response, Denki sighed. “I’m sorry. But, uh… I actually have to go meet (Y/n) so…” he checked his watch. “I don’t wanna rush you, so just lock the door before you leave? ...text me later. We can talk more later if you need.” 

And then, just like that, he was gone through the door. Jirou’s hands fell limp at her sides, staring where Denki once stood. She felt her knees buckle before she hit the ground, a silent sob rippling through her. Angrily, she scrubbed raw at her wrist, only barely smudging the ink. Her phone buzzed tauntingly, your name lighting up her screen like salt to the wound. Vision blurred with tears, she blocked your call.

“Aww man, Jirou!” you hissed under your breath at the sound of her voicemail, pulling the phone from your ear. With a sigh, you set the phone on your lap, your legs swinging gently off the bench. Right now, you could have used a word or two or encouragement from your friend.

Sure, you knew you hadn’t told her about the date yet, but were you really at fault? Jirou had grown oddly distant recently, and you barely had a chance to speak to her these days. She was always running off to the practice room, though you had a feeling she may have been lying a few times about it.

At first she’d been happy to help you find your soulmate, helping you pick out which guy to investigate. But once you ran out of classmates, she seemed to abandon the search all together! You could only think of one other person… the boy who you were currently waiting to meet on the campus bench. 

You and Denki had been texting ever since you exchanged numbers, though this was going to be the first time you saw each other since your first meeting. It seemed rude to hang out together without Jirou, but by now your curiosity had overcome your sensitivity. All you had to do was look at his wrist. You just had to know… 

“(Y/n)?” you heard a voice call your name, and you looked up to see none other than Denki Kaminari walking towards you. He seemed a little on edge, but one flash of your smile and he seemed to relax completely. 

“Denki! Hey! Good to see you again,” you chirped, standing up to give him a hug. Though this was technically only your second meeting, you felt as though you practically knew him already from all of your late night conversations. 

His arms hung around you for a little longer than an ordinary hug would have lasted, but you liked the way it felt nonetheless. Pulling away, your smile softens a bit. “So…” you start slowly, your voice adopting a tone of apology. “This may seem a little strange or old-fashioned…but I think it’s worth a shot.” 

You watched Denki’s expression carefully, his eyes willing you to continue. You bashfully played with your thumbs. “Do you… do you think I could see your wrist?” You watched his eyes widen, and immediately fear you overstepped a boundary. 

“A-Ah,” you stutter, quickly back-tracking. “I swear I’m not a weirdo, it’s just--!! Here, look.” Without a question, you push up your sleeve and offer your wrist to him, revealing the small thunderbolt tattoo. 

Denki’s breath hitches, and you observe his reaction carefully. “No way,” he mutters breathily. “Thats--” 

“A soulmate tattoo, I know,” you laughed softly, already beginning to drop your wrist. “They’re rare, but I got lucky! Well, not too lucky. I can’t find them anywhere! That’s why I, you know...” Denki didn’t move, and you were beginning to suspect he didn’t have what you were looking for. 

“Sorry for making it weird. I didn’t mean to lead you on, it’s just that… I need to find them. I’m sorry, maybe I should--” 

“No, wait!” Denki cut you off, catching your wrist as you turned to leave. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks as he turns your wrist over to stare at your mark again. After a moment, he wordlessly turns over his own wrist, and with a few hard scrubs… reveals his own hidden tattoo.

You feel a mix of emotion at the sight, gently taking his wrist in both of your trembling hands. “I-It is you…” you gasp. “But you covered it up.” Hearing your voice droop slightly, Denki takes your hands in his own.

“I didn’t want to,” Denki explained quickly. “I think we’ve both been misled.” 

You paused a moment before realization dawned on you. “D-Do you mean that… that Jirou?” Denki nodded, taking you into another tight hug.

Face pressed into his chest, you allow yourself to be washed over by his warmth. He smelled like lemongrass and lavender, and the feeling of his lips pressing against your hair filled you with an indescribable tenderness.

“That doesn’t matter right now,” he said, a choked laugh sounding from his chest. “I found you, (Y/n). I found you.”

[lacrow]

Chapter 36...

...Me too, Anya. Me too.

After the Loid/Yor heavy arc we just came off of, I was wondering which direction Endo would take things. A lot of people were hoping for some focus on Damian and Anya, and boy oh boy I’m sure those same people were happy with this week’s chapter. It’s looking like the next arc is going to focus on the kids at Eden, only instead of tests and exams we’re going to get a PARTY!?

...Sorry, got a little excited there. First, let’s back it up.

I love how Anya just flat out acknowledges she’s never going to be an imperial scholar. Loid gave up far sooner than she did, but seeing her just blatantly accept the same thing is funny and also shows she’s not oblivious or air-headed; she’s quite aware of herself (which is rare for a child, as we’ll soon see with Becky) and is much more willing to focus on her strengths. Granted, the only thing she has going for her at the moment is Damian’s crush on her (which she isn’t even aware of in the first place). Also I just found it funny everyone still thinks Loid beats his patients. Poor Loid xD.

To kick off the arc things focused on Becky and her relationship with Anya and, honestly, I didn’t realize how excited I was for that until I started reading it. Becky was desperately needing some backstory, and I feel like this chapter delivered on all fronts. Sending the girls out on a shopping trip was a great set-up, and having Becky rent out the entire department store was a smart way for them to spend some alone time and also show off just how LOADED the Blackbells really are. Plus, Anya’s reactions to everything was priceless.

Okay, so...the fashion. It was cute, it was fun, and the dresses were fantastic. With that said, there’s no way I’m going to able to fit all of it into one post lol. So, briefly, I’ll list the highlights for me;

Anya’s Cover-Girl-esque spread

All of Anya’s costumes, but most importantly the “scholar” one with diploma caps for the headbuns (fantastic)

Becky immediately thinking of dressing up for Loid (honestly kinda cringey, but at the same time funny) and going down a runway because of course she would.

The tiny detail of Becky’s hairpin changing with each costume and how it changes to a knife when she wears Yor’s sweater (I see you, Endo).

Is there more? Yes. But now we’re moving on lol

I’d be remiss not to mention Becky’s thirst in this chapter, and I love how her attendant Martha just puts up with her shit with the flattest of faces. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s well aware of Becky’s current obsession with soap opera’s, hence her casual, muted reaction. Home-wrecking is a no-no indeed xD

Aside from all her fashion shenanigans and Loid-thirst, the exploration of Becky’s character was fascinating and deeply satisfying. I was fond of her before this chapter, but now I have a much better idea of who she is as a person. Anya calling her a friend caught her completely off-guard; we as an audience knew this was already the case, but even after months of being together Becky clearly didn’t. Martha’s musings over her bratty past were insightful, and paint the picture of a little girl who grew up from a young age thinking she was a) inherently better than everyone else and b) had an image to maintain at all times. Such beliefs made it impossible to truly make friends, and she likely would have expected others around her to only get close to her in order to get material things because of her family’s wealth and status.

Besides Becky, Martha was really the standout character for me this week. It’s clear she’s been with Becky since the latter was very young; at first I took her for this exasperated servant who loathes Becky for being so spoiled, but by the end of the chapter I was pleasantly surprised to find her genuinely caring for her like a grandma or nanny. Her relationship with Becky, and by extension Anya, was very endearing and I hope to see more of her in the arc.

OKAY SO BACK TO THE PARTY!

It’s looks like this arc is going to deal more with the social aspects of Eden Academy, and I for one am thrilled. The tests and classroom and shenanigans are usually enjoyable, although I’d be lying if I said I found them very interesting. This whole backdrop of an end-of-term party, however, opens up the possibility of so many character interactions that we normally wouldn’t get to see. Just a few examples;

Becky finally meeting Loid

Yor chaperoning and causing unintended chaos

The kids all in spiffy clothing

The possibility of finally meeting Damian’s older brother

Mr. Henderson busting-a-move (god I can dream)

And, of course...

...some good ol’ Damian and Anya. It’s clear we’re gonna see an update on their relationship, and depending on how this party goes we may or may not finally get to see Anya be invited over to the Desmond’s house. Operation Strix might be up for it’s first big break in a while, and I’m excited to see how it all unfolds in the coming months!

Also, BONUS

$950 dollars!? Are you kidding me right now!? For two keychains!? Bond doesn’t even know math and he KNOWS those prices are outrageous!

[vasoula]

The Peepshow (chapter three)

Summary: Two months after his redemption journey, Sasuke is back to Konoha and  Sakura couldn’t be more happy about them spending a lot of time  together. However, things take a hard turn when Sakura is assigned a  special mission and she has to hide it from the rest of Team 7. Everything comes spiraling down when Sasuke finds out exactly what she has to do.

Tags: hard rated m, blank period, kinda AU-ish

You can also read it on ffnet and Ao3.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Author's notes: The grand finale of my three way saga ends here with a bang! Beware this chapter is hard M, lots of naughty things happening here ;) This monster is almost 10k on its own XD BTW this is the only chapter my friend strawberrycreampiefluff has not read, even though this is a collab between us and the story was her inspo, so this is a surprise for her also. I hope everybody enjoys this fic, comment your thoughts. Ah, I didn't know which way to end it because this is quite self indulgent and the main theme of the fic was teasing so the ending is similar. One day, maybe, I will write a continuation. Thank you everyone for your love and support!

“Act three: Jealousy will drive you mad”

With two powerful stomps and a determined expression on her face, Sakura reaches for the doorknob and pulls.

Sasuke does indeed greet her in the doorway. It is obvious from the casual attire he has put on that he was also about to go to bed; his toned physique is adorned with gray sweatpants and a light blue shirt.

The pink haired woman has no clue what riles her up the most. Is the way those simple clothes cling onto him like second skin emphasizing his fit body or is it the way he is staring her with those bewitching mismatched eyes of his? She cannot wait to find out.

"Sakura," he says in the usual lethargic timbre he uses to pronounce her name.

She blinks her eyes at him fast in response to make sure she is seeing right.

"What are you doing here, Sasuke-kun?", Sakura asks, "It's late."

She casually points out it is time for sleep and not time for late night conversations in her room the two of them alone, together. It does the trick because Sasuke seems to realize a few things about their current situation. His eyes lose focus and start their slow descend, carefully scrutinizing what she is wearing.

His gaze stops his inspection the moment it reaches her chest, zeroing on her breathing pattern and the way some parts of her body stand out thanks to the chilly weather. Sasuke's impassive face instantly changes, his cheeks and ears coloring in a nice red hue.

Then, without much thought, his observation continues and he bites his lip at the display of her bare legs so up close.

For the life of her, Sakura cannot fathom that Sasuke Uchiha is blatantly checking her out.

Feeling self conscious, she hugs herself and steps sideways to allow the man to come into the room. Her blush matches his in response.

Sasuke finally – finally moves from his position and steps into her territory.

Putting a few loose pink strands behind her ear, Sakura closes the door quietly and props her body on it, hands coming to rest between her backside and the wood.

She lets the silence hang on for a few minutes allowing Sasuke to take his time to make up his mind.

"I came here to apologize," he speaks after a while, "I am sorry."

Sasuke peers at her from his spot in the middle of room, shuffling his feet unconsciously.

He looks down, "I shouldn't have interfered with your mission," and spins around to face her bed instead. "It was brash and uncharacteristic of me."

His apology sounds genuine enough, but that still does not excuse the fact he acted out of the ordinary for no reason.

Sakura has had it with this man. Even though she feels beyond furious with him, the girl prefers not to argue with him.

"Apology accepted." She announces curtly. "Still doesn't explain the reason you decided to interfere, Sasuke."

The lack of honorific translates to failure in Sasuke's book of apologies. He tries to take another route. Although he came inside her room prepared and resolute to be honest with her, it seems his pride and ego are still in the way.

"Sakura, you know I am not good at this," He deflates in frustration, "I am not good -"

Sasuke pauses abruptly, not capable of continuing his next sentence. Why is it so hard for him to confess his feelings? How does Sakura do it? Why can he not be more like her when it comes to matters like these?

The lone Uchiha knows how he feels about her, his heart hammering in his chest is that much of a clue. Since he was a young boy- he has always known -what he felt towards her. There is a special connection, even the most logical part of his brain cannot grasp it enough to explain it. It should not make sense how strongly he feels about her without him even comprehending it when growing up.

It has been building up since the start, those emotions have been lying dormant for years, slowly but surely pestering inside his heart. His mind always conjuring up images of her lovely smiles and her healing words. Her confessions and trials towards him whispering hotly in his ears and driveling his mind mad into oblivion.

For such a foolish little game she was playing, her opinion is sure important and sufficient to have him questioning his moralities; her words festering inside his heart and poisoning his mind with good prospects in life like love and family. Who is he to deny her anything when at times he was ready to sacrifice everything he thrived for just to keep her safe? He can try but ignoring his feelings like he used to do in the past is no solution anymore.

Sasuke recalls everything about her until now and comes to one realization.

Sakura was, is and will always be precious to him.

"What?" The woman, plaguing his thoughts, asks defeated. She pushes herself off the wooden door and takes a big step forward.

Thinking what he can possibly do to make things better, he comes up with an idea.

Following along, Sasuke moves closer to her, leaning the right side of his body to a pillar next to him. He is right across her now.

"I am more of a man of action-", he starts trying to redeem himself with his compensatory qualities.

"Then do something -", she explodes, interrupting him mid sentence.

Sakura puts her foot down hard, literally stumping it to the ground. With her fists balled to her sides and a snarl on her face, she feels her patience running out.

The woman looks at him expectantly, waiting for him to do something – anything.

Sasuke's ears are roaring, his pulse skyrocketing. He is breathing hard now, his gaze penetrating as he surveys every aspect of Sakura's face. From her rosy cheeks, to her heated eyes and at last to her luscious, red lips.

She hears him before she sees him react. A hard punch to the pillar he has been leaning on signals he too has reached his limit.

With two fast strides, in speed only Sasuke is capable of, he pushes her against the door with his body. His right hand comes up and he tangles his fingers in her hair, cradling her upper half in urgency.

His stump meets her waist halfway in an attempt to hold her.

"I am losing my mind here, Sakura," He confesses unabashedly, looking at her straight in the eye.

The girl in question glances up at him, his sudden embrace unexpected, but welcome nevertheless. Both of her hands are at his torso, her clenched fists clasping his shirt tightly and crumpling it in the process. Thanks to the position of her grip, she feels his heart beating fast inside his chest – a sign that rings true to his earlier statement.

Searching his eyes for any sign of discomfort and finding none, she makes it easier for both of them and inches closer; her mouth a breath away from his lips.

Sasuke's eyes open and close languidly in response, her glittering irises and pampered freckles on her nose the last thing he sees before he leans in to kiss her.

Sakura spots stars behind her closed eyelids the moment their lips finally touch. It is nothing more than their mouths caressing each other in slow strokes, but the implications of that innocent kiss are more than enough for the two of them.

Feeling brave, the pink haired woman wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him closer to her. Her heart is about to jump off her chest, aware of his hard yet lean body flash against her. They do not have any prior experience to this, but with their instincts leading them on, they are matching each other just right.

Sasuke feels something inside his head clicking into place, like a puzzle being completed; the repressed emotions inside of him exploding into a thousand pieces. The way he loves and displays it might be crooked, but when he has the woman he adores in his arms, he knows, he can conquer any emotional disadvantage he may encounter.

It seems everything that happens next plays out like it is in slow motion.

Grabbing her by the hip, Sasuke begins to move. Sakura arches into him, their kiss turning deeper. With the tall man leading them on, the couple turns around, mirroring their previous position, but with Sakura on top this time.

"Lift your legs," Sasuke quietly orders with his back against the door. Sakura obliges wordlessly and jumps slightly. Putting pressure on his shoulders, Sakura breaks their kiss for a split second and wraps her thighs around his waist, locking them tightly.

Sasuke's lone arm comes and finds its position snugly under her backside, palm open on her butt cheeks. Without so much a strain, years of physical exertion being put into work, Sasuke lifts her off the ground easily.

Sakura, still preoccupied with Sasuke's soft lips, does not realize their compromising position. Gently coursing her hands through his hair, she caresses his scalp while kissing him tenderly.

With his limbs busy and his vision limited, Sasuke takes a few cautious steps forward. With the bed as final destination, he carefully maneuvers them through the room. A few centimeters away, the mattress lies warm and inviting.

Their kiss stops abruptly when Sasuke's foot comes in contact with outpost of the bed. Lips breaking apart and breaths mingling, they stare silently into one another.

Realizing where the course of their situation is taking them, both of them pause.

Sakura searches his eyes and sees the lust mirrored in them similar to her own. With a determined expression, she grabs the collar of his shirt and drags him down with her the moment she lets herself fall back into the mattress.

Trying to stop his body from crushing her, Sasuke's arm goes forward and he places his hand next to her head. He lets out a disgruntled sound and lets his face fall into the soft cushions of her breasts.

"Sakura," he mumbles incoherently. In response, the girl in question lets out a sigh of pleasure and relief.

She knows the implications and relishes in them. No dream or fantasy could counter that moment in her mind.

Sasuke hesitantly looks up, face heating up slowly. Then, feeling suddenly nervous, he glances sideways, a scowl forming.

Being on top of Sakura, her body body pliant underneath him and her lips bruised from their intense kissing had him feeling some type of way. But, god, her face is what made him look away. Nothing prepared him for this.

Sakura makes a sound in the back of her throat, her teeth biting hard her plump bottom lip. She bats her eyes at him, light pink eyelashes fanning against her rosy cheeks prettily. Sasuke pretends to ignore her, even though he keeps stealing glances at her.

Sakura cannot believe there would come a day where the great Sasuke Uchiha, the infamous avenger, would be shy with her.

Hot stares and naughty smirks are more his thing than awkward and fleeting looks.

Sasuke is nervous, no one taught him how to handle situations like these.

Love is a new, unknown part in his life, and he is quite unprepared.

Wordlessly, she lifts her hand and touches the right side of his face.

He looks gorgeous like this, all strong bone structure and pale white skin. His aristocratic nose scrunching up in distaste, because he dislikes the fact he has no control.

"What?" The Uchiha finally looks at her and asks. He purses his lips and drags his body forward a little bit.

Sasuke is snugly on top of her now, their chests pressed together closely.

Sakura starts caressing his cheek, staring lovingly into his eyes.

"I thought I couldn't love you more than I do," she takes a shuddering breath, her eyes watering slightly. "But, I do."

Sasuke takes the whispered confession in, his throat bobbing. He feels so emotional right now, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. He clutches at her words, her proclamation consuming him like it did in the past.

The inner turmoil inside him makes his eyes burn. He struggles to find the words to express what he feels for her. The capacity to love and care endless, unlimited for her. A never ending waterfall of emotions washing his wrongdoings away.

The power coursing through his veins is nothing in comparison to the power she has over him. She could bend him all she wants, mold his being all the way to nothingness and put his pieces right back to their rightful place. No darkness inside of him is strong enough to overcome him as long as she loves him. Her light nourishing him and making him feel alive again.

So many thoughts plaguing his mind, but no words are enough to describe his admiration for her. He wants to convey though, he has to try. For her, going forward in life, he has to try.

"You make me feel alive," he shares with her, "I need you close to me,"

Sasuke utters in a mere whisper, but with each syllable his drive to confess grows tenfold. "I love you," he breaks, voice cracking in the end.

He closes his eyes to get his bearings for a second and hears Sakura's breath hitch.

Sakura feels her soul quivering in her chest; she went to heaven and back.

Before anymore tears could escape her eyes however, she quickly shuts them close. This is no reason for her to cry, for this is a happy moment. She sniffles and opens her jade orbs again. The sight that greets her makes her feel like her entire being is being consumed by hot molten lava. The man of her dreams is staring at her, his eyes intense – an endless inferno of feelings exposed for her to cherish.

Her throat bobs in anticipation at the prospect of him acting out what his eyes are conveying.

"Sakura," he says and nudges her chin with his nose.

Sasuke senses her shiver underneath him even though the temperature of the room is far from low. No matter, he is starting to sweat so he decides to undress. Knowing where this is leading them, he pushes himself up and straddles her, knees on either side of her body. Using his lone hand he grabs the outer part of his cotton shirt from behind and lifts it forward over his head.

Sakura gasps beneath him, eyeing him up and down in appreciation. That escalated way better than what she had in mind. Years of need, aching deep within her.

Her hands twitch and she tries to think clearly despite the situation.

"W-what are you doing Sasuke-kun?", she mumbles worriedly.

After finishing his task, the man in question looks down at her. The left side of mouth lifts in haughty grin before he can stop himself. Now, now what a nice view, he thinks.

Sakura's hair has created a beautiful pink halo around her head, matching her flaming, flushed cheeks. Those unique eyes of her sparkle in the dark, passion shining through clearly in them. Her lips part sensually in silent plea for him to claim her.

She wants this as much he does.

"Hot," he answers. The sensation of her, needy, under him or the room temperature are either correct interpretations.

He knows she likes what she sees. His athletic, lean body is no secret, but for him to display it so proudly to her strokes his ego in all the right places. No woman can appreciate him the way she does. Her pure devotion fascinates him, her hungry stares excite him. Only she has that effect on him. She may be the one to yearn for him since the beginning, but he is the one that has been suffering in silence for so long.

She has been loud, clear, but he has been repressed and tortured with his own fondness right along with her. He wants to toy with her a little more, tease her with some scalding remarks until she is dripping wet with fervor, but alas his patience is running out.

His arm stretches out and his hand reaches her throat, her eyes following along his every movement. His fingertips tenderly graze her pulse point, her skin alight with heat.

Goosebumps rise on her skin, his touch creating thousand fires along her neck. He is stalling, they both know it. But, she continues to stay pliant under him allowing him to continue his ministrations.

His eyes burn in a hankering frenzy, analyzing every little reaction he can get out of her before she turns the tables on him.

She closes her eyes in pleasure, throat stretching out and torso lifting, baring more surface for him to please.

Sakura breaths heavily, legs squeezing shut. She cannot believe this kind of simple form of touch brings forth this much twisted pleasure out of her. This is too light for it to be even considered foreplay, yet...she can get off just to the thought of him even touching her.

"N-no…" she tries to halt the upcoming teasing.

She is weak and needy and she knows he will abuse this knowledge to the fullest. He has always been a person to test her limits. Sasuke loves having the upper hand.

His hand slowly goes down and it reaches her ribcage, right at the center. Her nipples harden in response and she feels Sasuke shift above her.

When something hard grazes her stomach, her insides quiver. She is affecting him even though she is doing nothing to him in return.

Sasuke's movements stop abruptly when he realizes his body has been reacting quite positively to the display. He feels himself confined in his loose pants, the underwear straining against his hard length. Apparently, the object of his desires noticed it too.

This is where he loses the battle it seems.

Sakura opens her eyes slowly, her hands reaching her torso. Both of her palms lay flat on top of his hand – trapping him there. She takes it and starts to move it around her body, showing him just where she would enjoy for him to touch her.

When it reaches her right breast, she lets it loose. Sasuke keeping eye contact with her starts to massage her mound; first tenderly and then more roughly.

Depending on the reactions he gets out of her, his fingers play with her hardened nub, her thin t-shit an extra layer of teasing against her sensitive skin there.

Not knowing what to do with her free arms, she decides to test her power. She splays them flat on top of her lover's chest without so much a thought. His skin is a little cold and damp from sweat, his nervousness slipping through bodily fluids rather than expressions. Going up and down with each hand, she caresses his taught stomach, abs prominent against his skin.

Sasuke hums in response, an appreciative tone somewhere hidden in there.

Sakura makes it her mission to get more reactions out him before he finds out just how wet he has made her down there. His chest is there, pecs hard and her fingers skim over his nipples with a feather like touch.

His eyes clump shut and his body leans forward a little bit. He bites his lip and lets out a small sigh. Sakura smiles triumphantly knowing she is staring to push his buttons. Her hands descend lower, fingers toying with the waistband of his trousers.

Sakura looks from where her hands are, the bulge obvious and near to collision with the inside of her left wrist. She purses her lips and risks glancing up at him. He is breathing harder now, his hair falling like a curtain, his side bang hiding half of his face.

"Don't," comes out the strained response.

His jaw is taught, the angles of it sharp, someone would think he is mad.

He is mad alright, mad with desire.

Sasuke has been thinking a lot about these kind of moments the last few months, his mind conjuring up scenarios and positions – dirty, dirty little longing.

Nothing has prepared him for this sensation. He is powerless against her, needing her to feed his solicitude with ardor. Still though, greedy for her as he is, he struggles to shred his shyness away.

She sees right through him and pauses. "Are you sure?" she asks tentatively.

In an abrupt movement, he grabs her hand, grip strong on her wrist and slams it right back at the bed, near her head. An act of dominance will not hinder Sakura obedient so soon. She fights right back, seeing Sasuke struggle to keep her hand in place.

Sakura huffs and smiles smugly up at him. His face stays impassive, but his eyes glint dangerously.

Thinking she has won this round, the woman prepares a trotting remark. However, Sasuke renders her speechless with his next move. Abandoning his place above her, he straightens up and pushes his knee right between her legs, just below her searing heat. His lone arm reaches out and grips her left thigh roughly, pinning it backwards and spreading her legs apart in an instant.

Sasuke smirks devilishly at her.

The new position and attitude leaves her all hot and bothered.

Then, his hand finds its place just below her belly button. Leaning forward, he grabs one side of her shorts and starts pulling it towards him. Stunned, she allows him to take them off her.

Sakura wants, needs...she craves to see just how much further he can take it.

But despite all the excitement to see Sasuke's walls fall apart in front of her, she cannot help it when she tries to hide her half naked body from him. Only a thin layer of underwear is keep them apart. Feeling shy now is useless, but god these feelings in her heart are so intense and Sasuke acting out all her desires does not help her at all.

Sakura squeezes her legs shut, thighs pressed deliciously together and stomach taught - straining to keep her lower body hidden from his hungry eyes as much as she can.

In a way, Sakura muses, she is teasing him further by denying him access. Sasuke hates disobedience as much as he hates not getting what he wants.

As always impressed by her strength – even in bed – he clasps her knee and tries pushing it apart. "You don't have to ever hide from me." Sasuke says heatedly.

"I-I," Sakura struggles to find the right words, her blushing cheeks a hot flame on her face. "Sasuke-kun, please," she tries to prolong the inevitable.

How can he be so cool about this when they both know how reserved they are? Be that as it may, they both covet each others' touch and they have been doing so since their younger years.

Knowing she can hide herself no more and she is willing to give all of herself to him, all her scars and her invisible wounds, the pink haired beauty spreads her legs apart, baring her womanly figure to him.

It occurs to her that Sasuke is about to say something to her, but decides against it and prefers to speak with his body instead. With more space now free, the man finds himself snugly between her legs.

Before Sakura could realize what is exactly happening and what his next move is going to be, Sasuke surprises her yet again. Rather than mirroring his previous position on top of her, he chooses to cascade down gently with an objective in mind.

Continuing his ministrations, he smoothly lifts her shirt and scrunches it up towards her chest. With that out of the way, Sasuke starts peppering her belly with soft, open-mouthed kisses. It tickles a tiny bit, but the heat pooling between her legs is a tell-tale sign just how much this is affecting her.

When his hot breath fans above her damp underwear, she knows exactly what he is planning on doing to her. Then, Sasuke pauses and looks up at her questioningly as if to confirm if this okay with her.

To answer his unspoken query, Sakura sits up slightly and crosses her arms grabbing her white blouse by each side. She takes it off in one swift movement and quickly lies down, her eyes focused on the ceiling.

Sakura bites her lip, her hands finding themselves near his nape and fondling his shoulders in an attempt to clear any doubts in Sasuke's head that she may not be ready for this. No words need to be exchanged between them, Sasuke could tell even from the way she breathed if this kind of loving was unwanted from her.

She still feels coy, but, Sasuke knows how to handle her. His hand grips one thigh gently, putting slight pressure on it. He bends down and starts pressing delicate kisses right below her belly button and going lower. When his teeth graze the top of her baby pink, lacy panties, she lets out a tiny whimper. He bites the cute bow and pulls down; his eyes are closed and his fingers are digging into her supple skin, a sweet pressure pulling her back to reality.

Her feet trash a little bit, the covers of the bed becoming a mess in her wake.

Sakura unconsciously lifts her butt up when his hand places under her leg. Taking that as his cue, Sasuke grabs the underside of her lingerie and takes it off her.

With that out of the way, her legs spread apart and he leans back to take a good at her. So many thoughts are running through his head, too many things he wants to say to her. Compliment her beauty and ravishing body; even the most hidden parts of herself are pretty to him.

She looks gorgeous like this, all docile and yielding for him. Sasuke wants to worship her body and treat her with fairness; kiss every scar and caress every curve of her. Every little thing he cannot confess to her, he wants to convey it through every action he does just to please her.

The raven haired man wants to clear any doubts she might have in her head. He needs to make her his, claim her and show her how much she means to him. But first, he has to make sure she knows just how much he wishes to satisfy her.

Sasuke bends down once again, his head between her legs and his arm under thigh, his lone hand holding her captive.

Sakura puts her hands over her mouth in an attempt to muffle her upcoming reactions. When his hot breath fans over her wet folds, she loses it.

He hums thoughtfully as if he is pondering something and then his lips are on her most intimate area. First, a gentle kiss on her clit and then his lips part and he is consuming her wholly. Sasuke uses his tongue skillfully, parting her nether folds and lapping at her entrance. The skill he is displaying has the woman questioning her sanity.

He is very meticulous with her, going as far as using the sounds she makes as guidance. His mouth works in wicked ways and she is making embarrassing, loud noises.

When he pauses to take a breather, Sakura whines. The loss of this endless satisfaction turning her bratty.

"So wet, already," Sasuke says with pride.

Sakura wants to punch his face to the next dimension for that snarky comment, but he has her putty in his hands.

Her face is a little damp from sweat and she pushes a few loose pastel strands away from her sticky cheeks and forehead.

"Don't tease me," she pouts and she slaps his arm lightly – a warning.

Sasuke smirks as if expecting that reaction and then his hand leaves her thigh, a slight bruise already forming on her skin where he had been grabbing her.

Sakura's toes curl in anticipation, her hands settling flat at her sides.

At the same time, Sasuke's exploration begins once more, his mouth finding its place on her needy point. Her heart hammers in her chest and she feels her pleasure reach new heights when his fingers join his tongue.

He strokes her dutifully with his tongue while his two long digits spread her wet folds further apart, providing him with more access. Sakura moans in response, her legs unconsciously lifting with her feet landing gently on his shoulder blades.

Her eyes stop staring at ceiling and she watches as the man she desires has his face all up in her pussy, eating her out like she is the most delicious meal.

"A-ah, please," she keens, anything to lead him on.

Suddenly, he is sucking her clit benevolently, his eyes opening slowly when he senses her staring at him.

Sasuke's prowess activates committing this particularly sensual moment to his memory along with many others to come. Her green eyes are shining brightly and her skin glows; the color of her hair matching her skin, splashes of unique shades of pink intensifying her beauty to the next level. She is shaking slightly, trying fruitlessly to suppress her upcoming orgasm from reaching her too soon.

He itches to make her cum more than once, but his main mission for tonight is to make sure she remembers this night forever... just as he will.

Next thing Sakura knows, a finger is added to the mix and now both his tongue and this are hitting different pleasure points inside her.

Too soon, he suddenly stops and sighs against her quivering entrance. "Fuck, Sakura."

Those last few seconds were such a delicious sensation, she never wants him to stop until she is completely spent. Before she could prod him to continue, the woman feels his index entering her.

Sakura trembles when two fingers start going in and out of her in a fast pace, the intrusion welcome and needed. Then, as if this is not enough, his hand curls and his thumb starts teasing her clit simultaneously whenever possible.

Unable to do anything other than shake in his grasp, Sakura courses her hands roughly through his black hair needing to hold on to something. Her waist bends like a feline in heat, her chest heaving up and down and her breaths coming out in quick pants.

Sakura knows she might be hurting him with how much she is pulling on his hair, but she is unable to care at the moment. He deserves it for turning her in to this tiny, needy monster.

"Don't stop," she moans, face contorted in bliss. Her eyes are closed and her brows are furrowed in concentration. Sakura's mouth parts in a silent plea, her red lips shiny with spit.

She is so close, yet so far away.

Sasuke bites his lip, changes his position and moves to rest his forehead on her shoulder. He feels his member leaking precum inside his boxers and he tries to keep it together.

The man is listening intensely to all the beautiful sounds she is making and breathing hard. His pace is relentless and the muscle in his bicep is straining against his skin from the exertion he is putting it through.

Sasuke grits his teeth when Sakura's walls clench around his fingers, signaling she is close – he cannot stop now.

Sakura's arms loop around his neck and she hugs him close, their bodies sticking to each other. The position is not the most comfortable for him, but damn him if he does not love the way she feels around him. A few of her stiletto pointed nails dig into his skin, leaving angry marks on his back, but the pain just adds fuel to the fire.

"S-Sasuke-kun," she sobs into his neck, reaching euphoria finally. Her body spasms around him, his fingers getting coated with her juices.

Sasuke lets out a pleased sound, something akin to a quiet moan and rests his body on her, his hand coming at a stop and pulling out of her.

Sakura lies spent beneath him with her eyes closed and breaths shallow.

The black haired male feels immense pleasure and pride knowing he made her orgasm just with his fingers and his ego swells at her satisfaction. He has been wishing to be the only one to make her a hot mess like this.

Moreover, the discomfort he is experiencing right now because of her is distracting him from teasing her further, even though he truly enjoys watching her blush and squirm under his penetrating gaze and vexing comments.

His cock is solid hard and aching. It is borderline painful not only because he wishes to get his release soon, but also the whole stimulation confined in his pants is a dire situation that needs to be fixed immediately.

When she shifts underneath him, his boner brushes against her hipbone firmly. Sakura pauses, and peaks at him cautiously, her eyes burning with desire once again.

Not wanting her to make her uncomfortable, he tries to untangle himself from her, but the woman in his arms has other plans.

"You are…" Her voice speaks with purpose, however, her tone is light and shy.

Sasuke flushes and stays still as a rigid board, not wishing to discuss his rather big problem down there. He swears if she tries anything, he will lose control fully.

He is like a wild animal caged and untamed, but about to be set free.

The tall man starts to sit up on his knees in order to avoid the impending confrontation, but his member stands proud and obvious to the eyes. His hand, still wet from her peak, lies limply at his side. He swallows hard and blushes, turning to look the other way and avoiding her ignited stare.

Sakura's mouth waters at the sight displaying before her. Her beautiful lover has never looked hotter than this moment. His skin glistens slightly from perspiration, adding a nice glow to his body and accentuating his toned physique. Sasuke's bangs are tinted at the tips, damp from sweat.

His trousers, along with his boxers, hang low past his waistline and his pelvic bones peak out bringing attention to his happy trail and the prominent bulge in his pants. A vein is popping out in his bicep and Sakura catches a glimpse of his arm flexing, probably to ease up the muscle there.

Sasuke tries hard to compose himself in front of her, but his expression gives out and exposes how clearly turned on he is by this – as if his body has not showcased it enough to her.

It is her turn to command him, it seems.

Sakura decides to take the initiative since Sasuke has not moved from his spot. She approaches him cautiously, slowly sitting up on her elbows and regarding him. He murmurs something inaudible and glares at the mattress if it is the source of all his problems. Sakura takes his silence and his stagnant form as her cue and raises completely from the bed, her core still sore from his intense loving.

"Let me,"she whispers to him immediately upon kneeling in front of him. She almost does not recognize her own voice, with how seductive her tone sounds.

The moment the words come out of her mouth, Sasuke gets alert and his eyes widen a fraction. His lips part, ready to say something, probably to stop her, but he does not have the power to do so. She notices his sharingan is deactivated now, but the look he is giving her makes her resolute with her decision.

It incites her motivation to please him and show him how much she appreciates him and all of his efforts towards her. After that amazing orgasm he gave her, the talented man deserves to feel some kind of pleasure too. Besides, she cannot let him handle all that by himself, she thinks cheekily.

"Sasuke-kun," Sakura uses the best authoritative voice she can master at a time like this.

He instantly glances up at her, contemplating his options inside his head. Everything points to her with his dick in her mouth. Fuck him and his traitorous body. The most collected part of his brain melts at the thought of her even touching him.

Sakura's hand reaches forward and she palms him roughly through the layers of fabric, face set with a purpose in mind. Sasuke in return short circuits.

He allows himself to be completely overtaken by her.

His senses are overcome by the sheer desire coursing through his veins. Every fantasy, every touch, every word that has to do with her replaying like a broken mantra in his mind. He feels everything tenfold, the emotions consuming him like the black fire he commands to destroy.

Sasuke closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose, his cheeks aflame and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. His path to redemption has reached its final destination.

To become hers, wholly.

Sakura begins to massage him based on his repressed reactions like a twitch of his lip or the fluttering of his eyelashes. She starts gently, then she adds more pressure as she goes on. When the woman feels like she has had enough, she grabs the hem of his trousers and pulls down. The same process follows gradually for his boxers too. His cock stands proud and thick, complementing his already perfect figure.

Meanwhile, Sasuke, not knowing what to do, tries to minimize his reactions, preferring to stay reserved yet. His introverted nature makes him hesitant when he is the one on the receiving end. Despite that, he knows Sakura, being perceptive when it comes to him, will catch on quickly and she will accommodate herself to get customized to his still reluctant attitude.

Sakura understands why Sasuke acts so averse since he has yet to come to terms with that fact that it is alright to feel emotional. It is okay to express love and feel it consume you. He is afraid that if he lets himself go, he will never be able to stand even the thought of losing her.

When the outer part of her index finger starts to tenderly caress his hipbone, he shallows hard and opens his eyes to look at her.

The look she is giving him makes his heart flutter in his chest. Her expressive light green eyes shine with so much genuine adoration and her smile is sweet and warm; her whole aura feels inviting and secure.

"Sakura, I-" Sasuke begins, the tremor in his voice startling him.

"It's okay," Sakura says kindly and her other hand lifts, her palm laying flat atop of his heart. She soothes him with her next words, "It's okay to feel like this."

Sasuke studies her carefully, appreciating how much she cares for his comfort. She knows him so well and they are not even an item yet. He cannot wait to spend more time with her and learn each others' habits and quirks.

He lets out an affirmative hum and nods at her.

The powerful shinobi observes her as she continues her ministrations. Her left hand joins her right down there. She breathes out heartily, something akin to a laugh and an awkward smile etches across her face. Obviously, she has not done this before.

Then, Sakura purses her lips and with determined expression on her face, her right hand descends smoothly on his rock hard cock. The head is angry, red in color, his shaft one shade darker than the rest of his body. The girl inspects it as discreetly as possible and with two swift motions, her fingers circle around him and she begins to stroke him gently.

Sasuke lets out a hiss, unprepared for the foreign contact. He has touched himself before thinking of her, but nothing compares to this new, real sensation.

Her left hand stays still, clasping firmly his left hipbone to steady her movements. Sakura peers at him from underneath her pastel eyelashes, jade orbs shining innocently just as she bends down and places her bruised, scarlet lips right before his manhood.

Sasuke gulps down the saliva stuck in his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing. Sakura breathes out hotly on it, blinks at him and her tongue comes out to lick him.

The first swipe of her cute tongue against his shaft makes him let out a quiet moan. Unconsciously, his lone hand grabs a fistful of her hair, tangling his fingers in her soft tresses. He tags her forward a little bit, her mouth and nose bumping on his hardness, urging her to take him into her mouth.

Sakura, realizing she needs to step her game up, opens up and pushes his cock inside her mouth. She starts to suck him, creating a steady rhythm in tandem with her right hand. Half of his member is inside her crevice, her jaw stretching and aching pleasantly because of his girth while her hand strokes the other half that she cannot fit in her mouth yet. His size is above average and hard to handle, but it is nothing Sakura cannot learn to master with Sasuke as her teacher.

In time, she swears, Sakura will learn to please him so good, she will have him begging for more.

The woman picks up the pace, and her taste buds feel a salty essence on her tongue. He is starting leak precum already and her suspicions are further confirmed when he commences to panting.

Sasuke is rougher with her now, pushing her forward and making her cheeks hollow out. Her jaw hurts, but the pain is welcome. She gags a little bit, but she does not relent, wishing to deep throat him further.

"F-fuck, Sakura," he curses, his pleasured groans music to her ears. Sasuke sees white behind his closed eyelids, and he grits his teeth trying to hold on longer to the feeling.

The air smells like sex, and the hormones releasing from Sasuke's body makes his manly musk even more intense as Sakura tries to breath through her nose since her mouth is busy.

She moans loudly at a rather harsh tag against her scalp, and the vibrations it creates against his dick cause Sasuke to buckle suddenly. Her fingernails dig into his skin anew and it stimulates him even more, his orgasm approaching at an alarming rate.

Her strokes become uneven, but faster. At that moment, he decides to look down at her, and seeing her like this, on her knees for him doing everything she can in order to satisfy him enhances his experience even further.

"S-Sakura," Sasuke tries to warn her, albeit late. "—I am going to-"

Before he can get any more words out of his mouth, his climax hits him and his hand grips her hair hard, holding on for dear life.

"A-ah," Sasuke lets out a racy moan; a foreign sound when it comes to him. His eyes close in satisfaction and he leans forward slightly, riding out the remnants of his orgasm inside her mouth.

The image that greets him is enough to make him hard again.

Despite being unprepared, Sakura took his cock well, his semen filling her up and quenching her thirst to please him. She shallows everything he has to offer, like its sweet wine pouring down her throat.

He releases her hair finally, and in return she lets out his member fall out of her mouth with a loud pop. At the same time her left arm abandons its place at his hip and steadies herself on the bed instead. Her lips are bruised and swollen, while her hair is wild and untamed, the endeavor clearly leaving her disheveled. Her chin is shiny with spit and some of the excess fluids that must have spilled out.

As if this is not erotic or sensual enough, her fingers come forth and tap on her coated lips and chin to capture any sticky residue that has escaped. She glances up at him from her spot on all fours before him and puts her fingertips in her mouth, savoring every drop of him. Sakura smirks mischievously up at him, putting his infamous sneers to shame.

Sasuke almost gives in, ready to act out all his shameful thoughts away.

Sakura's core still burns deliciously and Sasuke's reactions to her has made her a little wet, in need of attention again, but she does not voice anything out loud and chooses to let this moment pass. They have all the time in the world, after all. The beautiful woman sits on her knees, her palms resting flat on her thick thighs and she lets out a content sigh.

And just like that, their lust infused spell is broken, their awkwardness and shyness returning back, reverting to their usual selves.

The man seems to have a similar thought process, because he relaxes and following her lead, he sits down on the bed.

They exchange a few fleeting glances, unspoken naughty thoughts going back and forth between them; the newly made couple stays put instead.

A few minutes pass, and then Sakura is getting up. She is fully naked, but she is not ashamed anymore, flashing her gorgeous naked body to him.

"We should probably wash up," she comments as casually as possible to alleviate the awkward atmosphere. Unconsciously, the girl scratches her head and puts a few pink locks behind her ears.

In an act of bravery, Sakura adds a proposition.

"Join me?" she asks and extends her hand out.

"Aa." Sasuke nods and gets up from the bed in all his naked glory, leaving his trousers and boxers behind.

Sakura clasps their hands together and leads him to her private bathroom.

Sakura steps inside the shower stall, Sasuke following close behind and joining her, just as she opens the tap. She alters it from faucet to shower head and together they let themselves be washed by the hot steam. His lone hand grabs her by the hip, aligning her thick behind to his still semi hard length. Sakura bends over a little bit, both palms laying flat on the shower wall, probing him further to sensually rub against her. They stay like this for awhile, their aftermath of their hot desire still prominent, influencing their movements.

Sasuke leans in close and hugs her, his hand continuing its journey and draping over her tummy, bringing her adjacent to his chest in an intimate embrace. Then, he kisses her neck and closes his eyes, sighing in contentment. His black hair is fully wet, sticking to his face and obscuring the left side of it completely.

The pink haired beauty, enjoying the warmth provided by her lover, exhales in quick gasps, her lips parting – tasting the water on her tongue, quenching her imaginary thirst. Her pastel locks stick to every part of her face, the hair transforming under the influence of the humidity and turning one shade darker, a close mix of hot pink and coral.

Deciding she has had enough, and this could lead them further into an endless inferno of love and sex, Sakura grabs the nearest bottle of soap and pours some of it into her open palm. Noting the new development, Sasuke lets go of her and allows the woman in his arms to turn around. She starts to wash his hair, standing on her tip toes. To help her out, Sasuke tries to shorten his height by buckling his knees a tiny bit and minimizing the distance between them.

He inclines forward, favoring her gentle touch, her caresses soothing him. The man pulls her into his chest, his arm circling around her waist and hugging her close. Her fingers tend to his scalp, her nails scratching him and creating a pleasurable, fuzzy effect.

Finishing her task, Sakura washes the soap suds off his head with the help of the flowing water, creating bubbles in her wake.

To return the favor to herself, Sakura pours another patch of soap straight atop of her head and turns around. "My turn," she says, giddy.

"Sure, darling." Sasuke says ironically to tease her, smirking lazily. Not counting the implications of such endearment, they both brush it off as a joke for the time being.

He stars to tend to her locks, coursing his fingers through her hair and smothering the soap everywhere, washing her up. Sakura stays still, humming in appreciation at the gentle touch of her menacing warrior, marveling at the fact he is becoming this soft with her.

When his hand descends lower and starts massaging her nape, Sakura lets out a whimper, feeling her knots loosen under his skillful fondling; the stress leaves out of her in a whoosh.

Sakura relaxes under his ministrations, not minding him caressing her body, from her shoulder blades down to her backside. Stopping just above her perky butt, Sasuke halts abruptly, not wanting to be tempted to do more. Paying attention to his struggle, the woman turns around and gives him a chaste peck on the lips.

After that small show of affection, the beauty does not waste anymore time and pours soap all over his body in a rush. He grimaces instantly at the sudden assault, but she does not relent, giggling heartily at his reaction. With the steam volume lowered, she gets her chance to wash his body clean, helping him out and lending a hand wherever it deems necessary.

Busy as he is, Sakura begins her own cleaning process. Using her hands quickly, she gives herself a throughout bath, paying extra attention to her nether regions. Always preppy and careful, Sasuke makes a good use of his lone hand and he washes up nicely, leaving no spot unattended.

They both finish around the same time, and Sakura adjusts the temperature and flow to fit their needs. Splashes of hot water come out strongly, rinsing their foamy bodies fully.

With that out of the way, Sakura grabs the nearest towels she can find; one for her and one for her lover. She lends it to Sasuke who steps out of the stall, giving her more space. The material feels fluffy as she brushes the towel against her body, wiping any excess water.

Sasuke swipes his black locks behind, the purple of his rinnegan glimmering in the low dimmed lights of the bathroom. The mirror is foggy from humidity so his reflection is blurry, a haze of skin in contrast to his glowing eye and dark hair. Sakura's pink halo comes to view, the rose to his black abyss; the contradiction of their permanent colors a poem of its own.

He uses the towel she gave him to wipe away most of the wetness on his skin, tapping gently everywhere. Meanwhile, Sakura struggles to squeeze all the water out of her hair, the towel moving along her scalp to make her strands as dry as possible. Sasuke follows her steps and uses his own towel to dampen his locks just enough so it is not dripping on his shoulders anymore.

After that, they both take a few minutes of their time to finish some extra bathroom businesses respectively and they exit the room. Clean and fresh, the couple lies on the bed; the fact that Sasuke has his own separate room across the hall left unsaid.

Sakura turns to her side to look at him, her body slightly curling to adjust to her favorite sleeping position. Sasuke lies on his stomach, his head turned to his left, staring at her silently. It feels quite domestic like this, Sakura almost muses out loud.

"Good night, Sasuke-kun," she says sweetly, a toothy grin on her face.

She is happy, Sasuke thinks. He blinks slowly, savoring every second he is looking at her.

"Goodnight," the man responds, a tiny smile gracing his lips.

His eyes speak way more volumes than his words are. The night may be small, but their love is forever. Both content, they let the need to sleep overtake them.

Knock, knock, knock.

What an awful background noise for the nice dream she is having; Sakura stirs in her sleep, her brows furrowing as she tries to hang on to the sleepless state. The imaginary images stop and her mind draws a blank.

She feels a little drool on her lips and her hand unconsciously wipes it away.

Sakura-chan!

Ah, yes, Naruto of course, Sakura thinks, exasperated.

Then, the weirdest thing happens. The woman hears mumbling next to her, more specifically grumbling. This person must be quite grumpy in the morning, because next thing she knows, someone curses.

"Oh my god, I can't believe this!" The blond is desperate, his fist banging against the wooden door loudly.

"Wake up Sakura-chan!" Naruto bellows, frustration clear in his voice, "That bastard, Sasuke, had the audacity to leave before us!"

This piques Sakura's interest, because she clearly recalls being the last one to see Sasuke last night. Just when she was enjoying her sleep, her overly excited friend had to come and remind her about her problem.

But wait a minute…

The culprit came to her room last night.

"Shut up," a male voice mumbles hoarsely, the grouchy tone awfully familiar.

Sakura's eyes widen instantly and the sight that greets her makes her breath hitch.

Sasuke is on his back, his lone arm resting on top of his eyes, trying to prevent the sunlight from peeking through his closed eyelids. His chest is rising up and down, the blanket barely covering his naked torso.

"Open up, already, Sakura, don't keep me waiting!" The blue eyed man shouts desperately. He is ready to barge into Kakashi's room if his friend does not show signs of waking up anytime soon. Sasuke has obviously left the building since his room is empty, no sign of him found anywhere when the blond barged into his room.

His options are limited here, and he thought since Sakura usually wakes up early, she would be the one to keep him company until they meet up with Kakashi.

Sakura is about to have a quarter life crisis here. She cannot believe she woke up to this. First, she felt annoyed at being woken up so abruptly, and now, as she stares at Sasuke's good looking side profile, she feels like someone is trying to torture her.

Then, in flash, her memory floods back and Sakura remembers exactly what went down last night. More specifically, how Sasuke went down on her.

Her loins burn and her core aches in a gratifying sense.

"Oh my god," Sakura whispers, trying to keep her voice down. In any other circumstances, she would be shouting. The woman puts her palms upon her heated cheeks, gaping at her lover who seems to be clueless as to what is going on.

"Okay fine," Naruto announces dejectedly, his voice a tad lower this time. With one last look at the door, the young man finally leaves.

Sakura lets out a breath she did not realize she was holding in. Sasuke seems to be wide awake, although his attitude leaves no room for discussion. He is still quite sleepy, and Naruto's wake up call was not the best to start the day with.

"Finally," The man besides her mutters. Sakura pokes his arm, curious to see his reaction to their predicament.

He looks at her from the corner of his eye, processing everything in. When his stare softens, Sakura greets him breathlessly. "Good morning, Sasuke-kun."

She gazes at him lovingly, remembering how his words left searing marks on her heart, how his lips felt against her skin, making her his.

"Morning," he mumbles and turns to his side, bringing her lithe form close in an intimate hug. Sakura fits herself into his embrace instantly when she realizes what his intentions are.

The couple snuggles silently for a while, their soft exhalations the only sound in the room. The birds are lightly chirping outside, creating a nice cicada in the quiet morning.

"The idiot can be quite a hassle in the morning," Sasuke murmurs suddenly as if commenting about the weather.

He pulls her closer, basking in her scent. His gentle touch, a huge contrast to his past self who was selfish and harsh. She is making him kind again, bringing forth the child like innocence he used to have. The man sighs against her, his heartbeat calm and his mind clear from any insidious thoughts.

The only thing important in his life is in front of him, right in his arms.

Sakura laughs, a beautiful sound and it rings inside him like a bell signaling happiness.

"Yes, always," Sakura responds, a teasing smile on her lips. "But he is our idiot and I wouldn't trade him for the world."

"Sure," Sasuke sneers, mirth somewhere hidden in there.

"Should we..?" Sakura suddenly asks, the implications clear. She gazes up at him seriously, awaiting for his opinion, making sure he is comfortable with all this.

"Let them figure it out on their own," Sasuke says, his eyes sincere. "Besides it will be funnier that way," the black haired man smirks, enjoying immensely the possibility of Kakashi and especially Naruto struggling.

"Hm, fine," Sakura smiles, her eyes glinting evilly. He is becoming a bad influence to her, but she will not lie and pretend that she will not be enjoying torturing those two – their funny comments about her beloved Sasuke-kun had teased her far enough.

Having decided that, the couple gets up and starts preparing for their day. Sasuke collects last night's clothes and wears them again. He bids Sakura a soft kiss goodbye on the forehead and heads to his room to finish up getting ready. Sakura blushes and stares at this retreating back fondly, a huge grin forming on her lips.

When he is out of the room, Sakura punches the bed in excitement, letting out a muffled cry, "Shannaro!".

Half an hour later, all members of Team seven meet up at the hotel lobby. Naruto's reaction is instant, proclaiming how he is going punch Sasuke's lights out for disappearing. The man explains, cool and collected, how it was none of the blond's business where he went. This arises some suspicions and some raised eyebrows as to where Sasuke could have went.

Sakura is trying to be subtle, really, but she is having too much fun. She giggles every now and then, throwing fleeting glances at her lover who is avoiding answering any questions about his whereabouts, probing the curious men even further to try and understand what could have possibly went down between the full of tension – not yet or so they thought – couple.

"I am going to find out what what is going on here and when I do, I will never let you guys leave it down," Naruto swears – an oath he is bound to regret really, really soon...

[seyaryminamoto]

If you're caught in the shadow then turn around Lost in the darkness, you will be found If you hear my voice, follow the sound 'Cause I'm here to guide you home

Gladiator’s Seventh Anniversary

March 26th swings by once more, and this time I’ve been celebrating this milestone for nearly a whole month :’D We have twenty Gladiator-arcs-themed artworks by now, and here’s our grand finale! A little more grand than every anniversary up to date, I hope!

This particular entry comes in two forms, however! And here’s the second one:

Say hello to the FIRST GLADIATOR ARTWORK VIDEO! :’D

Yeah, it wasn’t always meant to be the first xD I have two other videos in the works, and one of them is at least over halfway done (with rudimentary animation in it too :’D). Still, this occasion demanded it! And so I decided to go for a video this time, hopefully the next videos won’t take too long to finish!

This hasn’t been an easy year for me, despite I’ve certainly written a lot of things I’m reeeally happy about (that you guys will be seeing later this year). Quite often I’ve found myself losing traction, hope, faltering against many obstacles in my life. I’ve made big and small mistakes here and there, and I’ve had low points, even if none quite as low as the one I hit two years ago...

Still, at the end of the day, this story has always had my back in its own way. I’ve been able to find peace by writing it, even in the darkest of moments. Going over all the progress I’ve made with it, and looking ahead at everything that’s yet to come often fills me with the willpower and strength I need to keep going, no matter what. So, after a year of blackouts, water shortages, internet collapses, countless setbacks with my real-life plans and now even a pandemic, Gladiator has always been the safest harbor I can find refuge in when everything else fails.

This big finale is, of course, meant to encapsulate the growth of Sokka and Azula’s relationship throughout the first half of Part 2. At first I had wanted to draw scenes from each arc I had skipped... but that didn’t quite work out as well as that after I revisited a certain movie, which features a BRILLIANT OST, and it had two songs that I’ve now poached outright for Gladiator purposes :’D Strange Sight is a song that really works well for Sokka and Azula in general (from Sokka’s POV), but the bulk of the song really sounds more like it fits these two in Part 1 xD yet the very conclusion of the song changes its tone... and that’s the part that inspired me into making this video/artwork set!

The first scene depicted is Azula’s “blunder”, when she nearly admits she loves Sokka despite not being ready to say it out loud. He is thrilled, but she’s very flustered, so he gives her space while she blushes stubbornly in her Barge’s cabin (?). The second artwork comes from a scene I always wanted to depict in art, even while I was writing it: Azula watching Pohuai Stronghold at a distance while Sokka is enthralled, looking at her (even blurts out she’s beautiful because he’s a goofball like that xD). The third scene comes from their escapade to the healing hot springs, on the same chapter Sokka gives Azula her secret betrothal necklace. The fourth scene is the crazy kiss these two steal in the airship factory, when they lose sight of Ozai’s retinue and make out amidst the factory equipment, steam and whatnot rising around them... because that’s just the stuff they like to do xD The fifth scene is taken from their chaotic anniversary arc, once they had already patched things up and were drying each other’s hair with towels... Azula dried Sokka, his hair was a disaster afterwards and she laughed her ass off while he did his best to take revenge xD the sixth scene depicts a much darker moment, Azula using her gold fire to fight back against Seethus, underground (not sure if it shows, but clutching Sokka’s hand is what allowed her to use gold fire properly in the midst of such a desperate situation. And the seventh scene is meant to portray Azula in that arc too, after she has rebelled against her father and takes off with Sokka, putting more distance between herself and Ozai than ever before...

The final one isn’t really derived from a particular scene of the fic, instead it’s the image I always get of these two when I hear the end of that song. “You’re not alone” is definitely one of the most important things Azula needs and deserves to hear. Though it’s not only for her to hear it... it’s for her to know for sure that it’s true, that she has a partner who will stand by her through thick and thin, to the ends of the world if need be. That no matter how bad things can get, she knows he’s on her side and always will be.

It has taken quiiiite a while to develop their bond and relationship to this extent, but I have to say it has been such a wonderful process for me... as I’ve said in the past, Gladiator’s Part 1 was the story of how they get together, but Part 2 is the story of how things work now that they are together. There’s a strange, general perception of romance storytelling, and it even expands into IRL relationships, I’d say, that suggests, whether intentionally or not, that relationships stop developing, evolving, growing once they’re consummated. I don’t know if the fairytale “they lived happily ever after!” is to blame for that, but personally, I don’t see the point in watching a relationship be built up from the ground only to witness a brief glimpse of how it works before the curtain falls. That’s why Gladiator’s Part 2 has been the exact opposite of that. Both Azula and Sokka had a lot left to grow and develop after Part 1 was finished, their partnership did too, and there’s like a gazillion plotlines, new and old, that will be crucial in building up the biggest, baddest climax of the story so far. Therefore... I’d like to think my point has been made? You CAN tell a story about this side of a couple’s life together. Whether people stick around to read it is another subject, but if you’re working with a couple as dynamic as these two, getting them together is barely the first part of the journey.

I make it no secret that Part 2 is definitely my favorite chunk of the story, especially the chapters that are being published nowadays (and those that will be published in the future), so part of the reason why I went all out here is because I really, REALLY wanted to cherish everything this part of the story embodies for me and, hopefully, for everyone who has read and enjoyed it.

I deeply thank everyone who has stuck it out with me through this journey, no matter if you were here from the first moment or if you’re a newcomer who hasn’t even caught up yet. I’m also really grateful if you don’t know the story at all but still took your time to even drop a like on any of these posts. It has always been scary to be a creator on the Internet, both because of the potential backlash against what you do and, perhaps even worse than that, the indifference of people who don’t really care much about what you create, regardless of how much work you’ve put into it, and how much you’ve grown so you can make new ideas a reality. But there’s people out there, really wonderful people, who have always been supportive of my crazy creative efforts, always sticking by me no matter how difficult it could be (and no matter how long this story gets :’D). I’m far from a perfect content creator, and sometimes I get discouraged by the stupidest things... but when you guys show interest in what I do, when you say how much the story means to you, it never fails to revitalize me and get me going once again.

So this big celebration is for those of you who stick by me, who support me, who encourage me at my lowest and highest alike because you believe in me and the story I’ve been telling for SEVEN YEARS NOW :’D It’s also for those who may yet return to see what mayhem I’ve crafted for these two in the years since they stopped reading. And it’s, without a doubt, for myself... because now I’m certainly far more confident with my art than ever before, and because everything I make for these two gives me all the right feels just when I need them. Finally... it’s for Sokka and Azula, most of all. The two sides of my beloved OTP, who have been by far the most inspiring characters I’ve ever worked with, and who deserve the entire world, as far as I’m concerned. Granted, I’m a jerk and I won’t make things easy for them in the coming years... but we all know they can be stronger and prevail! At least, I hope you all believe that as well as I do xD

So, as always, here’s to you, my supportive readers, to these wonderful protagonists, and to the story that chronicles their many adventures on their way to changing the world, as they always have meant to! Thanks to all of you for your support, and keep an eye out for Gladiator’s next update, dropping tomorrow!

[theartofimaginaryfriends]

Chapter 4 - Low Morale

Fic Series: The Final Straw (HP/PJO Crossover)

Premise: Nova and Payton reunite after four years, and the daughter of Hecate has a chat with Percy.

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Taglist: @ilvermornymascot, @lukecastellandeservedbetter

Word Count: 1,355

A/N: The conversation between Nova and Percy wrote itself, and I had absolutely no control over it. So there’s things about my own OC that I didn’t even know until it ended up on the page XD the rest, however, was a bit of a struggle to write but we got there eventually! As usual, please let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and please comment as it helps keep me motivated!

Nova sat on her bed struggling to pin the Head Girl Badge onto her cardigan and got increasingly frustrated as it weighed down the fabric. She wanted to get out of the room quickly to avoid being face-to-face with Payton, but the pin had other plans. "Hey, Nova."  

"Wills." Nova went back to struggling, hoping the Gryffindor wouldn't say another word to her.  

"Look, about fourth-year-" just her luck, she wanted to talk.  

"I don't want to hear it."  

"We're rooming together for the year," Payton rolled her eyes. "I'm just trying to make it easier for both of us."  

"Alright, fine." The witch sighed and looked up.  

"I was awful to you when you transferred to Hogwarts," she admitted. "And I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. Just please, give me a chance like you're doing with Draco."  

"Why should I?" Nova kept a neutral expression.  

"Voldemort was wrong," Payton continued. "I figured that out in Year Six, but I couldn't change sides no matter how much I wanted to. I was weak, and fell into a dark path because I didn't know where else to go." 

"You get one shot to prove yourself. One." Nova gave in. Payton seemed truly remorseful of what she had done in the past – both to Nova and to her friends – and she had a point. If Nova was giving Malfoy a second chance, Payton deserved one too. "But if you try anything on myself or any of my friends, I will get you kicked out."  

"I'll take it," Payton shrugged. Nova stood up, having given up on the badge, and searched through her trunk for a jacket. "What are you looking for?"  

"The Head Girl badge isn't sitting right on my cardigan," Nova sighed. "I have a jacket that might support it better, but I don't know where it- Connor and Travis."  

"What? Who?"  

"Just a couple of friends from camp," Nova shook her head. "I need to find them to find my jacket, but I'll see you at the campfire. And if not the fire, then back in the room."  

"Hold on," Payton grabbed the badge from Nova's bed and stopped the girl at the door. Nova tensed as Payton pinned it to her cardigan, and connected it to her shirt. She was stunned at the bold move the Hogwarts student made, not sure if she should punch her or back away.  

"Thank you, but I really have to go." She left the building in a hurry, needing to get away from Payton before a panic attack ensued. She was overstepping a boundary already, and it hadn't even been a day, let alone an hour. Nova wasn't even sure why she agreed to give Payton a chance so quickly.  

Before joining Lucas at the far end of the campfire, Nova sat down on one of the logs to take a breather. To distract herself, she looked around the area, noting the new additions to the residence. The lodges each donned an emblem of each house above the doors, distinguishing each building. This area was adjacent to the castle, and a bridge connected both areas. In front of the lodges, and a few feet from surrounding picnic tables, sat a massive firepit. It resembled the one at Camp Half-Blood, but it was designed to fit over six-hundred students as well as the staff.  

Percy was sitting next to her, still in his uniform. He seemed more upset than before, and Nova spoke up in hopes to calm him down. "You know, most students are eager to get out of the uniform right after dinner."  

"Most students haven't had to deal with watching their friends die due to a prophecy, going missing for months, and waking up with amnesia only to be forced into yet another prophecy," Percy complained. "I'm sick of doing the God's dirty work."  

"That's why you stormed out."  

"Wouldn't you?" He asked. "Especially since it seems like Chiron and the Headmaster dude knew it was coming."  

"I suppose," she replied. "And whether or not they knew, it's for the best that both communities become friends rather than enemies."  

"Annabeth disagrees," Percy sighed. "She doesn't think this is a good idea. I tried to remind her that she had the same mindset with the Romans, but that was hopeless."  

"Are you two doing okay?" Nova asked.          

"Everything's been weird since the breakup," he shrugged. "We're still friends, but it's been hard to adjust back to it. At least it is for Annabeth. Apparently she had a crush on me for a long time before we started dating."  

"Percy, everyone knew about her crush except you," Nova snickered. "Gods, it was kind of painful to watch."  

"Yeah, I've heard that quite a bit," he chuckled darkly. Percy shifted so that he fully faced Nova. "Look, I'm sorry. After I came back from that quest, I distanced myself from most of the Hermes cabin. After what happened with Luke..."  

"That hit us hard," she shook her head. "Even his death... Luke wasn't a bad guy, just misguided. The two of you became really close, so I don't see a reason for you to apologize."  

"No, I know," Percy said. "But you and I were close, too. Closer than I ever was with Annabeth. I just... I regret pushing you away."  

"We'll talk about it later," Nova sighed. She hadn't thought about it in years. Percy would cut their conversations short and made any and every excuse to stay away from her. No one noticed, with Nova keeping to herself most of the time. Eventually, Percy had mostly forgotten about her. The witch didn’t care about that now, but back then it was painful. "It's been a long day, and we've got an hour before the campfire if you want to change out of the uniform."

"Nova- yeah, you're right," Percy stood up, failing to mask his disappointment. "I'll see you later, then."  

He began walking away, until Nova stopped him.

"Percy?" The son of Poseidon stopped in his tracks and turned to look at his friend. "I'm here if you need to talk."  

"Thanks," he smiled. "Same on my end, alright?"  

"Yeah," Nova smiled back. Percy made his way towards the Thunderbird cabin, and Nova circled around the pit to Lucas. They had to talk to the prefects about their duties for the rest of the year. The Head Girl explained what to do if any demigods got into fights, and wouldn't listen if asked to stop. She was instructing them on how to deal with Clarisse La Rue specifically when Chiron announced that the final activity of the evening would begin in fifteen minutes.  

Most of the demigods showed up, and a small group of the wizards did. The numbers made the divide between everyone even more obvious. The wizards collected in a small semicircle, the demigods taking up the rest of the area. Some of the staff tried to encourage them to disperse and enjoy it together, but Headmaster Tahamente stopped them. It was only the first night, this was expected.  

The campfire began with the Ilvermorny school anthem, the Headmaster using magic to write the words in the sky for everyone to follow along. After that, they alternated to sing the songs Camp Half-Blood was familiar with, as well as campfire songs that the wizards were familiar with. The flames at the campfire flickered between gold and purple, the tension in the air showing the low morale within the group. Most of the demigods didn’t even have their hearts in the sing-along, no matter how much the Apollo Cabin tried.  

At the end, the Headmaster and Chiron bid the students a good night, and everyone went off to bed. The atmosphere grew even more awkward than before, and no one seemed in the mood to hang out until curfew. The common room was completely empty, everyone had gone to their rooms. Nova hoped she wouldn't be woken up to resolve any issues on the first night, as she shut the curtains on her four-poster. The last thing she needed was more drama.

[sick-chick-writes]

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Yo guys. This took me forever and a year just to figure out a title. xD Like yo, I stared at my PC for like a good 10 minutes trying to figure this out. Haha.

BUT, ANYWAY. This fic is a ride and a half. There’s a lot of k!nk’s in this. We got your, B D S M, Spanking, Degradation, A slight breed k!ink towards the end, Non-con, Drug use AND MOAR. So please read this at your own risk. With that being said~

ENJOY! This is a long one. <3 

"What would you do if I put all five fingers on this pretty face of yours? Hm..?"

Tomura sneered at you. You were frozen in place in a back alley. Your breath quickening at the threat he gave to you. You could feel your heart pound in your chest. Fear. Pure and utter fear coursed through your veins like heroin. Your eyes widened ever so slightly. Your lips parted as if to say your rebuttal, but nothing came out of it.

Tomura smirked. 

"Heeehh... You want to say something, hero scum?"

His voice deepened as he leaned in closer. Four fingers sat upon your forehead. Your hands trembling as they pressed against the wall behind you. You could feel the grummy wall through the thin material of your hero suit. Your dry lips parted once more as a tiny voice escaped past your trembling lips,

"Let me... Let me go."

Tomura upon hearing your pathetic plea made him bellow in laughter. His free hand clutched his thin stomach. He was a lanky guy.

"Hah..? Let you go? That's probably the best thing I've heard all week." He cackled out. But after a small sigh after his fit of chuckles, he leaned in close. You could feel his breath against your skin. His lips brushing against your ear as he whispered in a husky and slightly airy voice.

"Say... Hero. Why don't we have a little...-"

He paused as he moved over to your other ear. He put emphasis on the last word, drawing it out.

"Fun."

Your eyes widened like saucers. No... You didn't want too. You didn't want to go with this despicable man. You had a sinking suspicion what what exactly what he meant by... well. Fun. This time, you struggled. Your flight or fight response kicking in with the adrenaline that you felt.

"No!"

You screamed out as you flailed your arms to get his hand off of your face. One hand reached to push him away. You wanted to escape. You needed to escape. To run away. You didn't want this. Not even if you two were the last people on Earth. Not even if it was a life or death situation. Tomura gave an almost cocky smirk at your feeble attempts of running away.

"Oh ho? You think you get a choice in this? Huh, Hero!" He questioned, his voice having a mocking tone. He laughed at you. This was pathetic to him. He grabbed one of your fighting hands and pinned it against the cold and rough brick wall above your head. Only his pinky stood out so that he wouldn't disintegrate you. Well... Not until he had his fun that is. But, this depended on his mood.

His other hand shifted it's grip to your forehead to instead grab at your wrist. He pinned that hand against the grummy brick wall as well. Then, he shifted his grip to where one hand held both of your struggling hands. His actions were quick and calculated. Almost as if he predicted that this would happen. Then again, you probably weren't the only Hero he's had his so called fun with.

You lifted your knee upwards to kick him where it surely would count. You were desperate to get away. But, Tomura blocked your knee with his leg, forcing it back down. Then he shifted said, leg between your own. His knee pressing roughly against your clothed pussy to keep you in place. The feeling was uncomfortable and definitely not wanted. Still, you were squirming under his rough touch.

Tomura hummed. Perhaps more so towards himself than anything.

"Hm... Say, Hero? Why don't you go to sleep for a little while, Mh? This will probably be much easier, wouldn't you say?"

He offered a fake, overly kind smile. Though his words held a malicious intent.

"No! I don't want too! Let me go!"

You wailed out. Tears welling up into your eyes as the fell down the smooth skin of your cheeks. You looked pathetic in Tomura's eyes. But then suddenly and quicker than you could react, Tomura moved one of his hands to grip your hair. He slammed your head into the brick wall behind you.

Pain. Pain was the first sensation you felt until your eyes started to cloud. You felt strange. Very strange at that. You started to have tunnel vision. Before you knew it, you were unconscious. Tomura watched your body crumple down to the grimy alley road under him. He stood over you for a few seconds before grabbing your body and throwing it over his shoulder. From there he took you to the League's hide out. Specifically into the basement where nobody could hear your screams or find you.

Hours later you finally started to part your eye lids only to meet darkness. You felt a throbbing pain on the back of your head.

'What happened? Where am I?'

You thought to yourself. You went to reach to rub the throbbing ache behind your head, but.. for some reason you couldn't. Then your memories came falling through your brain like a waterfall. Everything came flooding back. You screamed bloody murder. You thrashed about on the cold hard table you were strapped too. The metal cuffs digging painfully onto your skin. You were clad in just your bra and panties.

Cold. It was so cold. You screamed for help. You screamed for mercy. You screamed in frustration. So many emotions welled up inside. How long has it been? Four days... Maybe a week or two? You lost track of time sense you had a blindfold on.

You were still strapped to the table. Your voice hoarse from screaming. The small flame of hope you had a day or so prior slowly faded away. During your stay you were fed some sort of food that you've never had before. The first few days you rejected any kind of food or water. A hunger strike of sorts. But as the days went by, your hunger and thirst grew. You were rapidly losing weight and dangerously at that.

So finally after what felt like 5 days, you caved in. It was a strike to your pride. Or, rather, what little was left of it. For each time that it was for you to eat, they would remove the blindfold. The various people who came in to feed you, refused to tell you what day it was. They said, quote,

"It's Tomura's orders."

Usually two people came by to feed you. One was a girl dressed in a high school uniform it seemed. She had blonde messy buns on ether side of her head. She threatened to stab you with a syringe on multiple occasions. She always had a slightly crazed look about her face.

The other was a man. Probably in his early to mid twenties. He looked gruesome. Reddish and almost purple-y scaly patches of skin littered his body in large chunks. This was accompanied by multiple piercings and staples as if it was keeping the two types of skin sealed together. Or perhaps it was some sort of body modification. You never cared to ask. He always teased you and belittled you.

It was frightening. They both were, but for different reasons. You hated this. However, this went on for several weeks. It became routine. Two times a day you would get fed. Although you were never let out of the chains and cuffs. About 3 times a day you were allowed to use the bathroom. Although during those moments you weren't allowed to take off the blindfold. So, it's location was a mystery to you.

Finally after a month and a half later, you got to meet your captor. You couldn't forget his voice even if you tried. It brought a bubbling sensation of fear through your chest. You heard footsteps. You figured that perhaps, it was time for you to eat again. But... these footsteps were different than the other two whom never gave you their names. You heard the door slam shut behind the mystery person as they descended the stairs towards your 'room'.

You didn't dare ask who it was. You heard a grumpy sigh and something being sat down on the small end table next to the large metal table you were laid upon. The mysterious man smirked as he spoke,

"You seemed to have mellowed out, huh former hero?"

It was then that you knew. It was your captor, Tomura. Your breath hitched into your throat. Your body tightening in response to his gruff voice. Fear welled up through your chest as your heart beat quickened. You clenched your teeth and refused to speak to this man.

"Hm..? Not going to talk?"

He said in a rather teasing tone. Tomura leaned over the table that you were strapped down too. You could feel his hair tickling your cheek. He whispered in a deep and commanding voice.

"Say... If you don't respond, it just might make me angry and we don't want that do we, little hero? So if I were you, I'd respond to your master."

His voice sent chills down your spine. Goosebumps rose along the planes of your body. Yet, you still had resolve in you. Thus, you still didn't respond. Tomura gave you a good minute to talk back to him. He stood back up and the tickling of his hair left your skin. He sighed.

"Don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Now, let's see what kinds of voices I can force out from those pretty little lips of yours, Mh?"

You could hear the smirk in his voice. He had a teasing tone to his deep voice. The last sentence he spoke, his voice dropped down an octave. It was threatening. It terrified you to your very core. You could hear tomura fumbling around with something. Then you heard nails clicking against some sort of plastic.

'What..?'

You thought to yourself. Everything about this was a complete mystery. That was until you felt a tight and thick rubber band wrap around your arm painfully. A tourniquet.

"No! What are you doing?! Get off!"

You shrieked out. Your voice became a higher pitch than what you anticipated. Tomura only laughed. He laughed that same mocking laugh he so had.

"Now hold still, otherwise this will hurt much more than what is necessary. I don't wish to miss your vein, otherwise we will have to do it again."

He bellowed out in laughter once more before shoving the needle through your skin. You thrashed to get away, but Tomura held your arm in place with unspeakable strength. You could feel tears well up in your eyes, wetting the cloth that covered your sight. Tears continuously streamed past your eyes as the mysterious liquid entered your body with a burn.

You could have swore he made it extremely painful on purpose. After about thirty seconds, which more felt like thirty minutes, Tomura slid the needle out from your arm. He also took off the tourniquet.

"Now."

He huffed out before continuing,

"Be a good girl and wait."

He finished before walking up the stairs back to the main floor, leaving you in your solidarity. Ten minutes pass. Or was it twenty. You were sure. But, as time went by, you felt your body grow hot. Overly hot. You started to become more sensitive. So much so that it was almost painful. You didn't know what was happening. Just, what was that mysterious liquid that was injected into you? Your breath started to become needy pants. It was only after about fourty minutes that you heard a door slam close and somebody striding down the stairs that lead to your location. Tomura paused as he silently gazed at your heated form.

"Oh ho? It seems like the serum worked better than I anticipated."

He chuckled.

"Just look at you. Your thighs are squeezing together. What would the hero society think if they saw you in such a pathetic state? Hm?"

He teased as he walked closer to you.

"Oh..."

You let out a soft sound in reply. Your mind hazy. You didn't even know that your thighs were squeezing together. Perhaps, it was an unconscious decision on your part. Tomura was right next to the table where you lied. He sat the hand that usually covered his face down onto the small end table next to you. Then, he brushed a single finger up from your stomach to the valley between your breasts.

You let out a soft hum in pleasure. You were so sensitive. You craved his touch. No... You needed his touch. Tomura silently trailed his index finger from the valley between your breasts to brush against your lips. His eyes were gazing intensely at you. Your lips parted ever so slightly. It was then that he dipped his finger into your hot mouth.

A small smirk grew on his chapped and thin lips. He then dipped another finger past your plush lips.

"Look how needy you became."

He smirked down at you. He loved this position where he could look down at you. You were vulnerable towards anything he would so desire to give to you. You couldn't respond due to the fingers that were in your mouth. However, you closed your lips around those thin fingers of his. Your eyes closed behind the blindfold. You rolled your tongue around his fingers, suckling on them. Tomura let out a deep chuckle.

"Heh.. I didn't even need to command you and you knew what you needed to do? Have you done this before? I bet you have."

He paused as he leaned in close to whisper huskily into your ear.

"I bet you fucked every damn pro hero. Didn't you?"

He leaned up and laughed as he belittled you. His free hand wrapped around your thin neck. With a single pinky up, his hand gripped tighter.

"If I let down my one finger, you would be disintegrated."

He laughed.

"How does that sound, Hero?!"

His laugh held malicious intent. His grip tightened blocking your airways. After a few minutes of struggling to breathe you could feel your consciousness fading. It was only then that he lifted his hand, laughing. He proved his point that your measly life was in his hands. You were a hot mess at this point in time. Your lips parted as you gasped for breath. However, after a few seconds of being able to breathe again, Tomura closed his hand on your throat. He repeated the process a few times.

He enjoyed the fact that he held so much control over you. He wanted to monopolize you. To claim you as his own. After a few moments of these actions, he pulled his wet fingers from your mouth. A string of saliva connected you two. Your face was flushed in a deep crimson. Your eyes were clouded with lust for the villain.

Tomura gave a deep chuckle at the expression you so held and then used all five fingers onto your bra, disintegrating it. You could feel ash against your flushed skin. However, what came next was a surprise. Tomura released the chains that held you down onto the table. Then he smirked.

"On your knee's, hero bitch."

He commanded in deep voice. He didn't need to tell you twice. You scrambled off of the cold metal table and went onto your knees. The concrete flooring below digging ever so slightly against your skin. Shigaraki looked down at you with an ever growing smirk to his lips. He reached down towards your face. With a single finger he tipped your chin backwards.

"I think you know what to do, Hm? Or do you need your master to command you? But, if you need a command, it just might tick me off. We don't want that, now do we?"

He had spoken in a tantalizing voice, letting go of your chin. Once again, you didn't need to be told twice. Your hands were clumsy and rather stiff. But, after a few seconds you undid the belt from his black jeans. You undid the zipper and pulled out his hard cock. Just looking at it made you be all hot and bothered. You shifted yourself a bit closer. You parted your plush, red lips and slowly slipped his erection into your hot, wet mouth.

But then, Tomura wasn't having it. He gripped a fistfull of your hair and slammed your had down his hard cock. He grunted in pleasure. The mere feeling of your hot mouth onto his dick sent tingles of pleasure up his spine. You gripped tightly onto his thighs. You could hardly breathe with his cock down your throat. Yet, Tomura held you there.

Seeing you struggle like that turned him on line no damn tomorrow. After a good minute of holding you in place, he pulled your head back. It was only then that you gasped for air, only for it to be taken away once more. Tomura forcefully pushed you back down on his cock. He repeated the process. He used you like a toy, only to be thrown away later.

He continued like this, pushing and shoving your head up and down the length of his erection. You were completely at his mercy. You gave up struggling for air each time he shoved you down for a period of time. It was like you welcomed it. You could hear Tomura's grunts and groans increase in frequency and slightly in volume. Especially after the fact that you started sucking on him.

You had this undying urge to please him. Perhaps he would reward you later on. The thought lingered through your hazy mind for a few moments. Shigaraki's groans heightened. His breath quickening. He was close to cumming. With both hands he gripped your head still and he vigorously thrust his hips. His balls slapping your chin.

"Fuck..!"

He yelled out. He facefucked you for a few moments longer before suddenly he stilled. His dick was shoved all the way down your throat. You felt his hot semen slide down your esophagus. Your eyes were teary from the rough treatment he gave. Tomura became breathless. His eyes were closed with his head tilted back. After a good few moments of him being in pure bliss, he pulled out his softening cock from your hot mouth.

A strand of saliva and semen connected the two of you.

"You best bet your ass that you swallowed it."

You nodded. in response.

"Fucking prove it, hero slut."

He had commanded before roughly holding between your cheek bones and jaw, forcing your mouth open. He reached inside of your mouth and pulled your tongue out. Seeing that you did indeed swallow all of his cum, made the man pleased. Once his inspection was over he threw your head towards the hard ground below. The sheer force of it knocked you down from your knees onto the harsh concrete flooring below.

In the process it made you scrape your hands. Not that the villain standing above you cared. Hell the sight of you groveling on the ground, scrambling to get up, fueled his sadism. Tomura leaned down above you and gripped your hair, forcing you to stand. The pain of it made you give a soft yelp. But the tingling sensation of pain went straight to your pussy. Granted, any kind of touch made you wet by this point.

Without saying a word, Tomura dragged you back to the metal table where you were laid on before. He shoved you down. The force caused the back of your head to bang against the hard metal. Due to his quirk he didn't wish to touch your aching pussy. But, then again, there were other means of prepping you.

"Touch yourself."

He commanded. However, due to the fact that you had literally just banged your head against the cold metal table, you weren't sure if you heard him correctly.

"Eh..?"

You questioned. But this made Shigaraki click his tongue.

"Don't make me fucking repeat it."

He sneered down at you. Assuming that you heard correctly, You slowly edged your panties down the length of your legs. It was evident as of how wet you became. Hell one could say that you were desperate to be touched. The mere sight of your dripping pussy made Tomura smirk.

"Heh... Look at you. Dripping fucking wet. Say, what would the Hero association think of this? Dripping wet for a fucking villain. Pathetic."

He chuckled darkly at the end of his words. But the degration that he gave to you only fueled the heat in your loins. Slowly you trailed your hands down your lower abdomen. After a few seconds you reached your aching pussy. Your legs spread open in the process of doing so. You let out a soft sigh of goddamn relief once you started to rub the little pearl that sat atop your hole.

Your fingers would occasionally dip down to gather your juices to lube the little bundle of nerves. After a few moments of this, even you grew inpatient. Tomura's eyes were glued to your aching pussy. You slipped a single digit into your aching hole. Soon thereafter you started to thrust your finger in and out. The feeling sent tingles of pleasure up your spine. Your head fell backwards as you let out a soft moan.

This continued for a few moments until you added in a second finger to join the first. You paused to get used to the slight stretch. The view that Tomura had was absolutely tantalizing. He thoroughly enjoyed this. So much so that his soft cock was growing once more. However, he started to have enough of simply watching.

As the villan strode closer, you started thrusting your fingers. The sensation of it all was becoming too much due to the sensitivity that you held at this current moment. But suddenly you felt a hand grip your wrist, stilling your movements. You gave a soft whine in protest. That of which made him click his tongue.

"Tch... So eager aren't we?"

He sneered down. But, he suddenly started to thrust your hand in and out. The sudden change of pace made you yelp in pleasure. You curled your fingers upwards to scrape against your inner walls. The feeling of this man controlling every little bit of you, was indeed such a turn on. You thighs trembled as Tomura increased the pace he gave.

This was probably faster than what you would normally be able to do. And my god did it feel absolutely amazing. You were a hot mess to say the least. You lips parted as you panted and moaned. The sounds that your pussy made as you were finger fucked was obscene. Your juices dripped down your wrist, sliding down onto Tomura's hand.

You screeched as your orgasm was rapidly approaching. Tomura gave a cocky smirk down at your writhing form. Your other hand clawed at the edge of the metal table. Then like a tidal wave your orgasm hit you. Your lips parted in a silent scream. Your hips ground against your still thrusting hand. You rode out your orgasm and soon enough you grew extremely sensitive.

However, Tomura didn't stop. He continued to thrust your hand vigorously against your sensitive pussy. It was painful. It was too much.

"No! Stop! Stop please! It's too much! I can't go on!"

You wailed out. However, Tomura laughed menacingly.

"I'll stop when I fucking feel like stopping."

He said. His words were ice cold. This was pure torture. However, as you were being severely overstimulated, You could feel a second orgasm rise again. You had tears streaming down your crimson cheeks. Your hips jerked away. But, Shigaraki pinned your hips down with his forearm. He continued to thrust your hand in and out as he bellowed out in laughter.

This torture continued for a good hour and a half. It was only until after your 4th orgasm that he finally stopped. You were weak and breathless. Your limbs felt like that they weighed four tons. A whimper escaped your lips as he finally pulled your hand out of your clenching pussy. You were a mess. Your hand was soaked, granted so was his.

Shigaraki pulled his hand to his face and sniffed his wet fingers before putting them into his mouth. He obsenely licked your juices off of his hand. For once he gave you a short break. Besides, he couldn't let you break. Not just yet anyway. Your thighs trembled as you came down from your fourth orgasm of the night. The villain hovered over you and he gripped your sides. Instantly he flipped you onto your belly and dragged you down to where your legs dangled on the edge of the table. 

He then chained up both of your hands using the same chains that held your legs previously. With one hand he gripped his hard cock and rubbed it against your sopping wet pussy.

"Fuck.. Look at you. You're so eager for a villain's cock."

He scoffed at you. Yet, you were too weak to even reply. Tomura slapped your ass harshly. Enough so that it left his hand tingle. You gave a soft whimper at the pain he gave you. But, then suddenly he slammed his raw cock inside. With one hand he held your waist, while the other gripped your hair. He pulled roughly, making your head lean painfully backwards.

The feeling of something much larger occupying your pussy made you moan with pleasure. Using your waist as an anchor, Shigaraki nearly pulled all the way out before slamming himself back in. His four fingers dug into your flesh. The mere force of him slamming himself back in made your body jump forward ever so slightly. It made you give a soft yelp. Your hands gripped the chains that held you.

You heard a soft grunt as Tomura began to fuck you mercilessly against your aching form. You were left at his mercy as he used you like a little fuck toy. As he thrust into you, you could hear the obscene sounds that your pussy was making. As well as his balls slapping against your wet thighs. The sounds the two of you were creating echoed from within the basement walls.

You trembled as you were fucked. Tomura let go of your hair, making your head slam down against the metal table. He then slapped your ass harshly while asking,

"Whose fucking cock is making you this wet?!"

With trembling lips you said,

"Ngh... Y... Yours..!"

He replied to your feeble sounds with a few more harsh slaps, making your ass turn red. You yelped at the sudden influx of pain.

"You can do better than that, slut!"

He yelled out his command.With your voice a bit louder you replied with,

"Ah...! Your large vil-... Ngh! Villain cock!"

You screeched out in the midst of your moans.

"That's fucking better."

He praised you before slamming his hips in an even faster tempo. It was then when he shifted his hips in a particular angle that it sent a sudden and intense amount of pleasure. It made you scream out. The sudden tightening of your pussy made him let out a low moan. He hit that same special spot with every thrust. Needless to say he enjoyed the feeling of your pussy tightening up like that.

It wasn't even a few minutes later you could feel your orgasm build and rapidly at that. Fuck you were getting close. Oh so close. To be honest, Tomura wasn't in great shape either. With your pussy tight around the length of his cock, gripping it in all the right ways, almost made him weak in his knees. Tomura leaned down to bite your shoulder before growling in your ear.

"I'm going to fill this pretty pussy of yours with my cum. Say, what do you think? Having a Villain's child?"

He pulled back up as he slammed his hips repeatedly against your aching pussy. Not even a minute later you reached your orgasm. Your entire body trembled as you screamed out. Your pussy instantly tightened and loosened and then tightened once more. Pathetic tears streamed past your eyes, landing onto the cold table below. It was like you suddenly blanked out.

You rode out your orgasm with his vigorous thrusts. Your body grew limp. You were sobbing at this point. The sensitivity was too much. After a few minutes Tomura reached his orgasm. His hips jutted forward as he buried his cock deep inside of you. Hot, sticky semen painted your pink walls white.

"Shit!"

He groaned out as his orgasm wracked through his lithe form. His head tilted backwards and his eyes closed. Beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks to his neck. He licked his lips. In his hazy bliss, he pulled out of your sensitive cunt. The mere feeling made you whimper. Tomura ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, shifting it out of his eyes. You were a complete mess. Cum slowly dripped out of your pussy, onto your thighs. The small beads of cum plopped and dripped to the concrete below.

Shigaraki didn't even bother touching you again. Besides you were merely a toy after all. He shifted his soft cock back into his boxers and he zipped up his pants. He smirked as he answered his own question previously,

"Not that you have a choice in the matter."  

With that he left you like that. He strode back up the stairs and he slammed the door closed behind him. He left you like that. Semen dripping out of your cunt. Your sweaty body weak and your eyes were red from crying so much. However, not even a few minutes later after Tomura left, you fell asleep, just like that.

[zenithlux]

Prompt request: 40 with Vergil and one of your OC

You got it! I’m going to do Vergil/Roxy because I haven’t written enough about them xD Very slightly early Cadence spoilers, but nothing crazy. I also changed the sentence just a little bit to make it fit better. 

#40. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

Roxy knew how difficult it was to make Vergil smile. From his tragic past to his disagreements with his brother and generally grumpy attitude, his shell was a hard one to crack. It didn’t mean she hadn’t seen the ghost of a smile from time to time, but it did mean that they faded as quickly as they came. And as much as she wished to count those as smiles, it wasn’t enough. 

She wanted more. She wanted a real, long-lasting smile. 

Roxy also never took offense to his seemingly distant and unfriendly personality. The last few months had taught her better than that. He was a phenomenal caretaker, and she knew from conversations that he took his job very seriously. She knew it was more than the money. He did care. At least a little bit. They did at least like each other enough that she considered him a close friend. 

However, he was far too serious. And she was trying to find ways around that. 

At first, she’d tried something far too easy. “Knock, knock,” She said out of the blue. It was a long-shot, but she had some hope when he looked up with this usually raised eyebrow look. 

Then he spoke; “No.” 

That had knocked the wind out of her sails. “Oh come on,” She said. “Live a little.”

“Responding to childish jokes is not ‘living a little’,” Vergil said. 

“But these childish jokes are timeless.”

“Dante tries them far too often,”

“But I’m a lot better than your brother,”

Vergil scoffed, but she swore she saw a flicker of a smile. Progress she had thought at the time, even though he’d returned to his usual disinterested look within seconds. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”

She had scowled at him then, but all that had done was fuel her determination. She would make him smile. Somehow. 

She tried again on another day.

“What’s the best thing about Switzerland?”

Again, he’d given her that look. This time, however, his voice had been so deadpanned she’d almost applauded him for it. “I don’t know, but its flag is a huge plus.”

She’d had to choke back her own laughter. This was serious business. “What do Alexander the Great and Winnie the Pooh have in common?”

“The same middle name.”

“Do you know why it’s hard to explain puns to kleptomaniacs?” She said.

“Because they always take things so literally,” Vergil said. 

She groaned. “Your brother is the worst.”

Again, she got a split second of something, but he hid it so fast she wasn’t even sure she saw it right. “Indeed.”

Her next attempt had been a complete accident. 

It was one of their hunting days where Vergil got everything as close to death as possible and she’d shoot them down without about as much enthusiasm as a child who’s birthday party had been spoiled. “You know I can fight these demons just as well as you.”

“This is faster,” He said, sheathing Yamato with that slow click he always did. A nearby demon burst as he very, very slowly rose to his feet. 

She rolled her eyes. “Why are you always so dramatic?”

He blinked once. Twice. Then glanced at her. “I am not dramatic.”

She stared at him for a good thirty seconds before she burst into laughter. “You’re joking right?” She said between breaths. When his confusion turned to a scowl, she’d only laughed harder. “Do you not see yourself?” She grabbed her stomach, trying her best not to double over. “You’re worse than your brother.”

“I am in no way more dramatic than  Dante.”

“Yes, you are!” She said. “Your brother’s a goofball, but at least he’s aware of it.”

She saw his eyebrows twitch as his grip tightened on Yamato. “I am fully aware of how I act.”

“So you’re dramatic on purpose then.” She pulled back on the strings of her bow, firing a trio of arrows at the closest set of enemies. Then, she tossed her bow and bowed with a flourish before it landed in her other hand. She heard Aki chirp in her head, though she couldn’t tell if it was annoyance or amusement. “I’m afraid I don’t have a sword to sheathe,” She said. “Nor am I capable of exploding demons seconds after they’ve already died. But you get the point.”

“There is no point to get,” Vergil said as he slashed at another demon. Then, predictably, he spun his sword before sheathing it again. 

“There you go again!” She said. “Dramatic.” 

“I am nothing of the sort.”

She fired again, then spun her bow in her hand before transforming it back into Aki. Vergil was feet away by now, eyes trained directly on hers. He might have been more intimidating if she wasn’t having so much fun pushing his buttons. “You can’t go a single fight without showing off in some way,” She said. His eyes narrowed just a smidge more, but he didn’t respond to that. “You know why?” She said as she took another step closer. 

“Why?” he said flatly. 

She pressed a finger to his chest. “Because your brother is such a goofball that you feel you have to one-up him.”

“I do not take my brother into account.”

“Maybe not consciously,” She said. “But you most certainly do. And you know what’s even better?”

“What?”

“You don’t even have to try with me,” She said. “Yet you still do.”

“And why is that?” He said. 

“Because I interest you,” Roxy said with as much confidence as she could. “And showing off is the only way you know how to show it.”

He hummed at that, looking down at her. She frowned, craning her neck to keep his gaze. “And you’re far too tall.”

And that, of all things, is what got him to smile. 

Roxy choked back her laughter. “I think I’ve entered an alternate universe,” She said. “You actually cracked a smile for me.” 

It was gone the second she finished that sentence. “No one will ever believe you.”

She smiled. “But I saw it,” She said. “And that’s all that matters.” 

[dear-selena]

Crushing Circumstances (Peter Parker x Reader) One-Shot

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You have a huge crush on Spider-Man. Peter Parker has a huge crush on you. When you admit that you’d put yourself in danger to see your favorite hero, Peter doesn’t handle that information well. 

For @autumnlyholland‘s 400 Follower Writing Challenge

Prompt: “You aren’t who I thought you were.” 

Warnings: A little angst, mentions of hurting yourself, fluff at end 

A/N: Hello! So I wanted to support my friend Jazzy (CONGRATS ON 400 FOLLOWERS), and write this story as part of her #jazzy400writingchallenge. I might have gotten a little carried away with the prompt, and I might not have made it as angsty as I could have, but I like what I came up with, so I  hope you enjoy! 

I’ll admit that I’ve had some writers block for Sketchbook, but I can assure you I haven’t forgotten about that story! Hopefully, writing some other stories for a bit will help remotivate me to finish that story XD. 

Words: 2764

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Sighing contently, you prop your elbow up and hold your head up as you watch yet another YouTube video of your favorite web-slinging hero. 

Spider-Man was at it again yesterday, stopping a group of prison escapees that caused havoc in the city streets. While people in the video reacted rather terrified to the danger the prison rioters caused, you weren’t paying attention to them. Instead, your focus was on the handsomely fit superhero that wore an iconic red and blue suit. 

Spider-Man was insanely heroic, how could you not have a crush on him? 

Ever since an accident that happened two months prior, you’d been head-over-heels for the man in the mask. You were having a rather bad day, taking a walk in the city. While you were crossing a bridge, Some large drone-like device appeared out of nowhere, catching everyone within the vacinity’s attention. The drone machine started shooting up the bridge, causing parts of it to crumble. You tried to run away, fearing for your life, when the drone shot the concrete beneath your feet and you began to fall. 

You were expecting to hit the water intensely, ultimately causing your death. However, you suddenly felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you, and you had looked up to see the one and only Spider-Man swinging you back to safety. 

He had swung over to where the bridge ended. “(Y/)-uh, Miss! Are you okay?” He asked quite frantically. All you did was nod your head, caught in a daze and your heartbeat accelerating at his words. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” 

Before you know it, Spider-Man was off, defeating the drone-like thing within a matter of ten minutes. Police came to the scene, and double checked to make sure no one got hurt. There was some talk of a Mastermind with octopus-like robotic tentacles being the guilty party for the strange attack. 

You didn’t expect Spider-Man to return, but he did. 

He double checked to make sure you were okay, and learned your name. He offered to web-sling you home, and you couldn’t help the blush that appeared on your face. He got you back home within 5 minutes, and dropped you off on your fire escape. As he left, you had two things on your mind. One, you had wanted to learn more about the man that saved your life, and two, you should have at least asked for his phone number or for some way to talk to him again. 

So here you are, before first period, sitting at your desk, admiring your crush from afar. You knew the attacks from someone whose been dubbed Doc Oc are getting worse and worse, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care because it gave you more crime-fighting footage of your hero, of the man you wish would come back to your fire escape. You didn’t admit this to anyone, but you sometimes wished you’d find yourself in danger again so that Spider-Man can rescue you one more ti-. 

“Oh my god, are you seriously watching Spider-Man videos this early in the morning?” 

You snap out of your thoughts and turn to see your friend, MJ, plop into the desk next to you, raising her eyebrow.

You nod, blushing as your smile grew. “Girl, you know I can’t help it! He’s such a great guy.” 

MJ scoffed. “(Y/N), you don’t even know a thing about him. He saved you one time.” 

“Yes, and he’s had my heart ever since. I absolutely adore that man.” Hearts were practically coming out of your eyes. 

At that moment, it felt like someone was watching you from across the room. Turning around, you saw another classmate and good acquaintance of yours, Peter Parker, quickly put his head behind a book he was holding. You couldn’t help but turn away utterly confused. This isn’t the first time you’ve noticed Peter acting weird towards you. In fact, for the past two months, you noticed his weird antics more and more. ‘Maybe he was just socially awkward’ you would say to yourself every time anything happened. But secretly, you kind of enjoyed the attention he gave you. He was a cutie after all, and so smart. Even though you weren’t close, he’d sometimes take the time to talk to you, asking if you were alright when you were having a rough day at school. He was a pretty great guy. 

But he was no Spider-Man. 

“Whatever (Y/N),” MJ said, bringing you back into the conversation. “Have fun with unrealistic expectations.” 

You playfully roll your eyes as you focus back on the video. Even though you know MJ was right, you couldn’t help but daydream otherwise. Girls in highschool normally had crushes on the star athlete in school or even celebrities. But here you were, pining over someone that kept their identity a secret from the world. 

You were okay with that. 

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“Dude!” Ned whispers to Peter, who was also across the room. “Stop staring. (Y/N)’s probably onto you now.” 

Peter looked over at Ned from the safety of his book, sending him a look of disbelief. “I doubt it,” He said dejected. “She likes Spider-Man, not Peter. She probably thinks I’m just some creep.” 

Ned could only nod in agreement. “Well, you kind of are acting like one.” 

Pressing his lips together, Peter put his barricade of a book down and put his full attention onto his best friend. “I don’t know what to do Ned,” Peter admits, a blush appearing on his cheeks. “I really like her, and she likes me too. Just… not as Peter.” If Peter didn’t feel pathetic before, he really felt it now. 

Ned rolled his eyes. “Just go up to (Y/N) and actually talk to her as Peter. Maybe ask her out?” He suggested. 

Peter blinked, switching his attention from Ned back to you, who continues to watch the footage of him from yesterday with a smile on your face. Once again, Peter blushes as he feels butterflies erupt in his stomach just from looking at you. Peter was so thankful to save you two months ago when the bridge almost collapsed. He’s honestly thought of pursuing a relationship with you as Spider-Man, knowing that you were practically in love with his hero-self. But deep down, he knew he’d hate having to hide himself from you. He wanted you love him for him, not because he was your superhero crush. 

Why was everything in his life so complicated? 

Thinking about what Ned said, Peter slowly starts to nod his head. “Y-you’re right. I should try to talk to her more.” 

Ned raises an eyebrow, utterly surprised. “Wow, Peter. I think this is the first time you’re taking my advice.” 

Before Peter could answer, the teacher walks into the classroom and the bell rings, indicating the start of class. However, Peter didn’t focus at all. Instead, he was thinking of how to approach you and possibly ask you out. Maybe he could use the facade of his ‘Stark Internship’ to tell you that he knew Spider-Man and start a conversation with you that way. Whatever the case, he was both excited and nervous to try and pursue the girl he’s been crushing on for almost all of high school now. 

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You and MJ make your way to the school’s cafeteria, your packed lunch in you hand and a book in hers. 

“Oh, Ned and Peter are sitting with us today. Not sure why they asked for permission, but I’m just giving you the heads up.” MJ Informs you. 

“Oh!” you couldn’t help but feel your heart leap at the thought of sitting with Peter. Sure, you’ve talked before, and he was good friends with MJ, but you don’t really know him well. Hopefully you don’t make a fool of yourself. 

Meanwhile, Ned and Peter had just sat down at an empty table. Peter immediately begins to shake his leg, making the whole table shake. 

“Whoa,” Ned says as he holds Peter’s leg down. “You’ll be okay. It’s just lunch.” 

“I know, I’m just so anxious. I just decided to pursue (Y/N) like, 3 hours ago.” Peter admits. 

Ned chuckles at his best friend’s nervousness. “You don’t need to ask her out right now. Just get to know her more.” 

Before the two boys can share any more words with each other, they spot you and MJ walking in their direction. “Sup losers.” MJ greets plopping herself down across the two boys. You quickly sit down next to her. Immediately making eye contact with Peter. 

“H-hi (Y/N),” Peter stutters out, a shy smile on his face. Was he always this adorable? 

“Hey Peter,” You respond, sending him a small smile. 

Lunch was pretty calm, MJ and Ned carrying most of the conversation, and you trying to chime in with some sort of input. Peter sat there, listening to everyone contently, and catching glimpses of you. He loved it when MJ made a joke and you laughed. Your laughter was like music to his ears. 

However, things start to get chaotic when Ned mentions Spider-Man. 

“Did you guys see the footage of Spider-Man fighting escaped prisoners?” Ned asks, with a sense of enthusiasm in his voice. Peter and you immediately look up. 

“Oh no, don’t star-” MJ tries to say. 

“yES! Of course I did!” You practically shout, bouncing out of your seat. “He’s amazing isn’t he?” 

MJ simply face palms, feeling second-hand embarrassment. On the other hand, Ned was knowingly smirking, and Peter was turning beet red. 

“Haha, yeah! I heard that Doc Oc aided in helping the prisoners escape.” Ned tried to continue the conversation with her. 

“Really? Wow, Spider-Man is so brave to keep putting up with that guy,” You practically gush, putting your hands to your heart. 

Ned quickly looks over at Peter, who was on the verge of passing out. “Yeah, really.” 

Before you could stop yourself, you starts to ramble. “Spider-Man saved me a few months back. He’s so amazing. I want to see him again.” 

Ned raises an eyebrow, trying so hard not to burst out laughing. “Really now?” 

“Yes, I honestly I want him to save me again. I’d put myself in danger just to see my love again.” 

This made the three others at the table look at you confused, Peter having more concern. 

“W-what?” Ned asks kind of shocked. 

“I just want to see him again,” You admit, blushing on the spot. “He was so sweet and I just felt such a genuine connection when he saved me. I regret not asking who he was. I just want to see him again. I’m willing to do anything to see him again, even risking my life just to have him rescue me again.” 

“But (Y/N),” MJ butts him, trying to bring you back to reality. “He might not be there to rescue you this time.”

“I know,” You sigh. “But, I just want to see him again. I’d do anything for him. I love him, and there’s no one else I want to be with.” 

You knew you were overexaggerating, but next thing you know, Peter quickly stands up and grabs his bag. “Gotta go,” He mumbles as he practically runs out of the cafeteria. You, Ned, and MJ were left looking in his direction. You’d never seen Peter so upset. 

“W-was it something I said?” You quietly ask, suddenly feeling guilty for your behavior. 

All Ned could do was shrug. “Honestly, I have no idea.” 

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The rest of the school day felt off. 

You didn't see Peter for the rest of the day, but you couldn’t help the guilt you felt after he stormed out at lunch. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was jealous of your feelings for Spider-Man. After all, he does act very shy around you, and you’ve caught him staring at your on numerous occasions. Maybe he likes you. 

You hoped you didn’t just start an awkward love triangle. 

That night, you were sitting at your desk in your bedroom, distracting yourself from the day by jamming to some music and trying to finish up homework for the night. You were getting into the rhythm of it, when you suddenly heard a knock at your window. Startled, you jump in your seat and look over. You gasp and practically die on the spot as you catch a glimpse of the red and blue suited man that you’ve wanted to see again for so long. 

Spider-Man was on your fire escape. 

Running over to your window and almost tripping on your bed in the process, you open up your window. “Sp-Spider-Man,” You breathe out, your insides instantly melting. 

“Hey (Y/N),” He says, making your stomach do somersaults. “A-are you busy right now?” 

You immediately shake your head. “Nope, not at all.” 

Spider-Man nods. “Think I can steal you real quick? I want to talk to you.” 

Your heart was ready to burst out your chest. “Y-yeah of course!” 

Spider-Man extends his hand and helps you onto the fire escape. He tells you to hold on tight, and you willingly do as he shoots a web and sends the two of your flying into the air. You couldn’t help but sigh with contentment in his arms, feeling nice and warm and safe. 

The two of you land on your building’s rooftop, a beautiful view of Queens leaving you in awe. Before you can admire it more, you remember that your crush had just whisked you away, and was still holding onto you. 

Spider-Man cleared his throat and took a step away from you, much to your dismay. “S-so, I actually wanted to talk to you about something personal. Something to do with me.” 

Your can feel your heart skip a beat at his words. “Sure, is everything okay?” 

“Y-yeah. I just need to be honest with you.” 

Your heart starts to race more. What does this mean? 

“So, I actually know you outside of the ‘hero stuff’ I do,” He gestures to his suit. “And I know you like me, a lot.” 

You stop breathing, eyes growing wide and mouth agape. “W-what?” 

“And I know I shouldn’t be doing this because I can’t risk my identity being revealed, and I’d hate to disappoint you with the real me. But you were talking about putting yourself in danger earlier because of me, and I can’t- I can’t stand it knowing you’d hurt yourself for me. It’d kill me if you got yourself hurt, a-and I didn’t know how to react earlier because I’ve liked you for so long and-.” 

“Wait,” You cut your web-slinging crush off mid sentence, putting the pieces of the puzzle together that he was practically handing you. “P-Peter? Peter Parker?” 

Spider-Man stands there frozen for a moment, before sighing in defeat and going to rip off his mask. Suddenly, the nerdy boy from class was standing in front of you, hair sweaty and messy, face in utter terror, and body covered in the suit you’ve grown to admire. “H-hey (Y/N)...” He says with a nervous smile. 

“You’re Spider-Man? And you like me?” You question. 

Peter’s shoulders drop, ready to accept rejection. “Yeah, and I’m so sorry (Y/N). I’ve liked you for so long, and then I found out you love Spider-Man, and I didn’t think me as Peter had a chance. But the last thing I want to do is see you put yourself in danger. You shouldn’t do that. It’d kill me if you hurt yourself. Besides, it’s only me, some weird, awkward kid from school. I’m not someone worth risking your life fo-.” 

Peter’s eyes widen as he suddenly feels your lips on his. Peter was shocked at first, wondering if he was dreaming or not. But then he felt your hands reach out to intertwine with his and he instantly melts into the kiss. He closes his eyes and starts kissing you back passionately, lips moving in sync with yours. After what felt like an eternity (which in reality was only a minute), you pull away for breath. Peter opens his eyes slowly to see you looking at him with a look of affection in your eyes. 

“You aren’t who I thought you were,” You admit. 

Peter simply chuckles. “I know.”

You kiss him again, loving the feeling of your favorite hero’s lips on yours, and having a strong desire to get to know him outside of his crime fighting life. “But I’m so glad it’s you, Peter. I’m so glad I like you.”

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[miximax-hell]

Happy Goku Day, everyone!!

I checked and, miraculously, I still have followers on this blog. In fact, I’ve gained some since the last time I posted, for some reason! I’m not going to question it, though. Just... bless. But, hey, long time no see! As usual!

This time, I’m going back to my roots. The first drawings I posted on this blog were meant to show my love towards original Raimon, and it’s never a bad time to remind you all that I still adore these kids. Especially now that my friend @dust-monsters-under-my-bed​ has reminded me of them. Go check her art, btw! She’s not very active on Tumblr, but you can find her art on Twitter right here: https://twitter.com/rachelmonart

Anyway, she’s watching Inazuma Eleven for the first time and she’s made me think again about how much love these kids deserve, BECAUSE THEY SURE GOT NONE FROM HINO. DAMN YOU, HINO. So, today, let’s talk about the one and only IE character whose feet are classified as mass destruction weapons, who decided to borrow power from someone who will make you all question me, my logic and my tastes: Yamhan (or, as he is known in the west, Tiencha), THE FUSION OF YAMCHA AND TENSHINHAN FROM DRAGON BALL.

Introducing ShoYamHan! More on him under the cut.

So, first of all, how have you all been? I suppose many of you, like myself, are being told to stay at home to fight this situation. I salute all of you who do your best to stay safe and not help spread anything. It’s a very necessary fight, even if it can be boring at times. Many of us have friends or relatives fighting on the frontline, though (unless you yourself are the doctor or nurse friend!), and we hopefully know that staying at home is a small price to pay.

As for me, I got a job in December and lost it last month, so... yeah. It’s not been great. Still, something I’ve been working hard on for a while should be released soon and that’s so exciting! MY NAME WILL FINALLY BE ON SOMETHING’S CREDITS AND I CAN’T WAIT FOR IT TO BE UP.

But, anyway, back to business!

Rachel suggested I talk about the reasons behind this particular miximax, and considering it makes for a perfect parallel with my first posts, where I talked about the reasons behind Max’s and Kageno’s miximaxes, I’m all up for it! But, this time, I will have to do something new: explain WHO THE HECK YAMHAN IS. So let’s start with a picture of this handsome devil.

As most of you hopefully know, this project is about miximaxing Inazuma characters with video game characters. No anime, movies or anything else. Only and exclusively video games. Dragon Ball has probably spawned all those things, but it started as a manga, so you’d be right to think it most definitely does not qualify for this project. And, indeed, Dragon Ball doesn't. What DOES qualify, however, are Dragon Ball characters exclusive, or first introduced, in a video game. And that’s exactly the case we’re dealing with here!

Growing up, I loved Dragon Ball games. Even before I watched the show properly, in fact! I would go to my friend’s house, who was a fan of the show, and we'd play the Dragon Ball Budokai games nonstop with absolutely zero regrets. Those were some great times. And once I came to know the source material, the game that blew my mind the most was Dragon Ball Budokai 2. Was it the best one? Not necessarily. Is it my favourite? Not by a long shot. Still, it was the most creative! Most games follow the story of DBZ, which, obviously, is always the same. But Budokai 2 wasn’t afraid to do new things. Its story mode resembled a tabletop game and it was more than happy to deviate from the source material in some really fun ways; most notably, with exclusive fusions.

Budokai 2 introduced us all to Yamhan, the fusion of Yamcha and Tenshinhan, two long forgotten characters in the series, as they (and especially poor Yamcha) didn’t do anything especially relevant past... well, past the original Dragon Ball. As a champion of the unloved, that blew my mind. There were other fun things in Budokai 2, but what fascinated me and stayed in my thoughts for years to come was Yamhan. It was just such a cool concept. Two underdogs who had fallen into obscurity fusing to create a much greater warrior!

Of course, Yamhan isn’t the only videogame exclusive characters in Dragon Ball. He isn’t the first, nor the last. Yamhan isn’t the strongest, nor the weakest. But I haven’t played FighterZ nor Fusions (yet), nor pretty much any game that wasn’t on PS2 or GBA. And even if I had, I doubt Android 21 or any of the HUNDREDS of combinations available in Fusions would captivate me and my imagination as much as Yamhan did back in the day. Yamhan was a fusion, which is something that has always fascinated me to begin with. I MEAN, THIS ENTIRE BLOG IS ABOUT FUSING CHARACTERS, SO I THINK IT’S PRETTY OBVIOUS LMAO But he wasn’t just one among hundreds. He was this very specific, never-seen-before, cool as heck and usable fusion. Like, wow. That was wild for me. Sign me up, man.

But, you know, I try not to let that sway me too much. Of course, I wouldn’t likely pick a character I hate for a miximax, but, still, my preferences aren’t everything. And choosing Yamhan begs a question that I have already alluded to: if Yamhan isn’t the strongest game-exclusive DB character out there, then, why him? Well, the answer to that is related to the biggest problem posed by the sheer concept of miximaxing with a Dragon Ball character:

Power escalation.

It’s no exaggeration to say that Goku is, pretty much, the strongest character that has ever played the lead in any manga, and one of the strongest fictional characters ever, period. By the end of the Dragon Ball Super anime, he has EXCEEDED THE POWER OF MANY LITERAL GODS AND IS (or has been) A CANDIDATE TO BECOME ONE. You may prefer One Piece, or Naruto, or anything else, but few things reach the astronomical, reality-bending scope of Dragon Ball. Not to say DB is the best series--I’m just saying that it’s so out of control at this point (and I love it). But, of course, the stronger Goku is, the stronger the villains need to be, and Goku ends up becoming EVEN stronger than said villains. Rinse and repeat dozens of times until you can make an entire universe disappear by raising your hand.

Now, imagine applying that out-of-this-world power escalation to a context where the power balance isn’t so outrageous. For example, Inazuma Eleven.

Goku wriggling in his sleep is more powerful than Zeus, and an accidental sneeze would smash all of Ixal Fleet to smithereens. Do you see what this would do to the balance? It would ruin it completely, as anyone who miximaxed with Goku would be immediately a one-person army able to defeat ANY opponent--and if the opponent were to be EVEN GREATER than Goku, well, the rest simply wouldn’t stand a chance. Ever. Remember: the point of this project isn’t to create perfect and unbeatable players, and I’m not trying to prioritize anyone or make them noticeably stronger than anyone else just because I happen to like X more than Y. That completely ruins the tension and the fun (and my attempts to create justice in this unfair universe). The point is to come up with a balanced team full of players with strong points, but with flaws, too, that complement each other when they play together against stronger enemies.

So, if we go with Dragon Ball, and I love Dragon Ball WAY too much to not include it in this project in some way, we have to be careful and avoid overdoing it. Balance is key. And now that you know why I didn’t just choose the fusion between Beerus and Whis or something crazy like that, I’ll move on to explain what makes Yamhan a very interesting option. I SWEAR THERE ARE SOME ACTUAL REASONS.

First of all, the very concept. You know, Yamcha and Tenshinhan fused to created Yamhan, and now, Shourin is fusing with a fusion. That’s just... hecking cool. I won’t lie--my preferences towards Yamhan didn’t tip the scales towards making this happen, but my preferences towards FUSIONCEPTION totally did. XD But there’s more, thankfully.

From the very beginning, I knew I wanted a fighting game character to miximax with Shourin because it fits his theme best. I’m not big on fighting games, though, so it was quite tough. Especially because just any fighting game wouldn’t do it. Shourin is a martial artist. As I mentioned at the very beginning of this post, his feet are his weapons. His entire body is a weapon, really. If I were to suddenly miximax him with some character who wields a sword or an axe, for example, it would be a complete disservice to Shourin. Original Raimon members don’t have much going on for themselves, and I’m going to cut or ignore the ONE thing that makes one of them special? Not in a zillion years. Shourin needs to fight with his body. That, of course, cuts many characters already: pretty much the entire roster of Soul Calibur, many members of Mortal Kombat, many from games like Skullgirls (which I still want to try to represent here in the future, because @lumaga worked on it and it makes me happy just because of that), etc. For a very long time, I considered someone like Ryu, from Street Fighter, but then it hit me: I have never played Street Fighter and I don’t want to include him just because I know what a Hadouken is. It’d be... cheap. And fake. Thankfully, as I also mentioned earlier, I played LOTS of Budokai back in the day and I am an actual fan, so I don’t have to pretend to know what the heck I’m talking about. XD And, thankfully, most of the characters in DB games fight with their bare fists and legs, so they perfectly fit my needs. Yamhan is, of course, no exception.

Now comes my favourite reason to choose Yamhan and not, well, literally any other DB game-exclusive character. And that reason is style.

Remember that power escalation thing I mentioned earlier? Well, it’s epic, but it comes with a big disadvantage: power ends up becoming much more important than skill. Early Dragon Ball was very focused on fighting styles. There was an ongoing feud between the Turtle School and the Crane School, who taught different martial arts to fight in different ways, and there was a big plot involving which one was superior. It wasn’t just about who was strongest, but about who fought better. With time, that disappeared, though. Even though battles became flashier, aerial and more spectacular, they were much more indistinct. Sure, there were gimmicks like “heh, I have a tail and I will sometimes hit you with it,” or “I will try to hit your face with the palm of my hand instead of my fist for some unspecified reason,” but that isn’t... much. You just see very fast people avoiding equally as fast punches to the face. And Goku, the main character, only shows some style when he adopts a fighting pose BEFORE fighting. Once the punches start flying, it’s all a race to see who can hit the other the hardest in the gut to make them spit blood. Cool nonetheless, but still.

Ironically, though, it’s two of the least relevant characters who never really lost those styles that made them unique when they were first introduced to the series. And those are, of course, Yamcha and Tenshinhan.

Yamcha joins the Turtle School and learns techniques as classic as the Kamehameha, but he had his own style way before that, based on attacking and tearing enemies apart like a wolf would. This is best represented by his signature move, the Rougafuufuuken or Wolf Fang Fist. He never drops this style, but instead builds up on it through his training to make it even fiercer.

Tenshinhan has different things going for himself. First of all, he is a hybrid between a human being and a civilization known as the Three-Eyed People, which grants him powers such as growing extra arms from his back or dividing in 4. Not just moving so fast that it looks like there’s four of him, but ACTUALLY dividing into 4 separate bodies. In terms of skills, he was a Crane School student, but when he realised the wrong of his master’s doings, he decided to start training and developing on his own. Basically, a path that mirrors Yamcha’s, but both lead to unique fighting styles unlike anyone else’s in this universe. And, most importantly, none of them depend on appendixes that are always there, like the aforementioned tail, so they totally work for us here!

Shourin is a proper martial artist. He wouldn’t want to make himself crazy strong as much as he would like to refine his technique and learn new moves and tricks. Martial arts are about discipline, self-control, skill and protection. He would take a cool-ass combo based on a wolf’s moves over earth-shattering strength any day of the week, hence why the fact that these two have so many techniques to offer is so appealing.

Finally, and probably least, is the design idea that immediately came to my mind when I thought of a miximax between Shourin and Yamhan. Historically, I have had to work with characters like Fudou, who are usually mostly bald and they miximax with someone with hair, thus making for some very... difficult things to figure out. But the idea of miximaxing Shourin, who is mostly bald, with Yamhan, who is ALSO mostly bald, was just golden and too good to ignore. And the fact that Yamhan has three eyes GIVES ME AN EXCUSE TO ADD A THIRD CROSS-SHAPED EYE ON SHOURIN’S FOREHEAD. IF A MIXIMAX BETWEEN BALD PEOPLE WAS GOLDEN, THIS IS OUTRIGHT PLATINUM.

Shourin would've probably looked a lot less like a joke if he had had hair covering his entire head or if I had at least given him proper eyes... but that would no longer be the Shourin I love. Not to mention that it’s very likely that Shourin willingly shaves his head to begin with (even if the ponytail ain’t doing him any favours--but that’s just Inazuma logic, so let’s not look too much into it), just like Tenshinhan or Krillin do, so he would probably be happier to keep that, uh, advantage. Relative advantage, but still.

As a side note, though, we can’t forget the balance. When Yamcha and Tenshinhan fuse, they undoubtedly become the strongest human being in the DB universe, overcoming the one who is usually strongest: Krillin. A fusion is always greater than its parts individually, and Yamcha and Tenshinhan aren’t so far away from Krillin to begin with, so that’s not even a question. Regardless, they still don’t have that overwhelming and surreal strength from other characters, so we still don’t get into absolutely OP territory. Yamhan is strong enough to provide Shourin with a power that can make a real difference without completely putting him above everyone else.

Sadly, Yamhan doesn’t really have a backstory, as he’s a game-exclusive character that, honestly, was probably only there for a laugh. That means there is no deep connection between them. We can, however, make obvious connections between Shourin, an aspiring martial artist whose dream, as stated in IE2, was to study at Manyuuji (Kogure’s school) for their focus on martial arts, and is now trying to become stronger to protect what he loves, and two skilled warriors who have been training nonstop under different masters and on their own for basically their entire lives to keep becoming stronger and more skilled in order to defend what’s precious to them and, simply, to be the best version of themselves they can be. Upon seeing such dedicated warriors and artists, Shourin would undoubtedly want to learn from them and, if necessary, borrow their strength too.

Or he might just fanboy and ask for their autographs, honestly. I sure as heck want Yamcha’s. And his baseball card.

[magnetizsm]

tamla kari, 25, aryndale, demi woman. ––– i believe that is aracelia “ara” frey, the princess of aryndale. they are twenty five years old and are known to be very compassionate & tenacious, though they can also be very awkward & secretive . they remind me of ; a lack of gracefulness and flustering at parties, ; surrounded by piles of books, clay and wood, and ; finding joy in nurturing and protecting young minds.

Backstory: ( fat-shaming tw, bullying tw )

No one really knew what to make of Aracelia, who went by her preferred nickname of Ara as often as she possibly could. she was A LOT of things but a royal and regal princess?? She so far seemed certainly not. 

She was certainly not openly brave, bold, popular nor was she sociable, elegant, crafty. The type of traits many would love to see in charming princess. She sometimes wished she had the confidence and charm that many nobles and royals possessed, and which they could choose to naturally turn on smoothly as silk anytime they wanted. All, in all from her early years till now, she never really felt that she fit in or lived up well enough to the be the a princess and in her mind, she had to be the oddest duck out of the whole Frey clan.

She was born a brightly red-hair child, yet another red-headed Frey, though her hair naturally turned into a more auburn colour as she grew much older. Poor Ara was a slightly weak baby who didn’t have the best of health initially. The servants had often told her the tales of how she was assailed by a new physical illness every now and then during her babyhood, toddlerhood and early childhood, right up till she was 7 years old. After that year however, her health gradually became better and better till they no longer lived with the with the fear of her suddenly catching a new sickness every few months and possibly dying young.

From a young age, her soul had already nurtured a HUGE and almost insatiable love for learning and knowledge. She would read any book or document under the sun which she could find or get her hands eagerly on and her love for learning did not only extend to the books alone. No, she loved to learn all sorts of physical things too, despite not being very good at most of them, but that never really bothered her as she was pretty content to just soak up the knowledge like a sponge. There were a  few things that she naturally excelled at  and to her joy,  she found an immense source of passion in doing those few hobbies/interests.

She was an extremely loving, open and kind girl with a very soft soul and tender heart. Too soft, that was one of her biggest downfalls and weaknesses perceived by many. She was never openly courageous enough to be persistent in vocal protests whenever she didn’t like something nor to confront someone when they did her wrong. She failed and struggled at holding onto grudges and eventually all of these did cause quite a number of people to bully her and sometimes manipulate her when she was growing up.

She was also a chubby and very plumply rounded person when she was a young girl, her facial features more clumsy-looking and had a little bit of a gap-tooth, though that closed up by the time she was 11. Her weight did earn her a lot of petty bullying and veiled insults amongst some of her peers, which she tried her best not to take to heart and remain optimistic, though it did break her down enough sometimes to go and cry quietly away. Despite her sadness, her weight didn’t really bother her at all, as she didn’t really care how she looked and knew that it was her heart and soul that counted the most, but what did bother and trouble her, was how people could be so mean to someone that hadn’t done them any harm, and superficial as well. A concept that she couldn’t really wrap her head around. Thus it was the harsh treatment that got to her and would sometimes make her cry, not much on how she looked. Her smartness in knowing what mattered the most, was what made her able to go about her days pretty well, pouring her focus and attention to the people she cared about, as well as into her studies.

She eventually outgrew out of childhood weight when she hit her puberty at 11 and throughout her adolescent years, her facial features did change and her small gap teethed closed as well making her “rather pretty”  by society’s standards.

Despite her intelligently book-smart brain, she somehow struggled with being a proper lady as she lacked a certain gracefulness and she was never really interested in socializing enough to attract suitors. In fact she was rather miserable at being forced to attend events and activities not of her choosing and awkwardly stumbled at smoothly charming the nobles and royal people at social events , especially ones who wore masks and unfortunately for her , a lot of individuals she met,  did. She was too open to be able master the ability of wearing masks quite successfully. She never did really like wearing accessories or fancy gowns which many did deem as odd, for her taste in clothing were more of a plainer style, simpler designs but still quite sweet. She also liked to wear more practical clothing when she was busy with her own personal work and in her opinion, simple commonfolk men’s clothing were the easiest and most comfortable. 

Her hobbies more extended to ones frowned upon proper and refined ladies of her society, such as taking care of birds and pottery-work, though the latter one was more to the knowledge of family and close friends. ( i’d tell you guys how those two hobbies came to be picked up about despite being frowned upon, but i think i have rambled away too much already in this intro post hahaha XD)

As she grew much older she quietly did pick up an even deeper understanding on social living standards and struggles the working class and more especially the poverty-ridden ones faced, the more she grew out of her sheltered confines of her home. During the later years of the war, it greatly tore her heart on how the children were impacted by the effects of it. Their chance in education ( be it practical skill-learning or books) were swept away due to many ordinary men being called away to war and a lot of the kingdom’s money was used for the military. Many villagers found themselves without shelter and food. Unable to withstand it, she took it upon herself and with the help of her ladies-in-waiting to set up shelter homes for the orphans of war and for families with children who were suffering. Working tirelessly non-stop, she actively did everything she could to provide protective shelter, food and clothing for as many children as possible. She knew that even money in the royal treasury was tight, thus she sold as many of her expensive possessions as she could. Collecting up whatever confidence she had within her, Ara also wrote hundreds of letters to every royal and nobility which she knew and/or heard of in the allied kingdoms,  as well as from the neutral kingdom of Gydina, for help with funding for her little foundation. Thankfully some of them came through and formed a support network for her. Ara also was determined that the children would not suffer without education during these trying times so she tried to implement some lesson times with a small group of volunteer tutors. Even now with the war over and the economic situation having improved steadily over the past year, she still maintained her part-time teaching job to the under-privelleged children who wanted to learn and her orphanage homes.  

She has also for the past year and a half secretly taken up the hobby of  wood-carving from an old manservant who used to serve her family and through dedicated practice, she has also developed quite a good enough talent for it. Thus this activity has now been added to her small collection of passionate hobbies.