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Supersons +1 propmt fill Part3 Tr3s

The sprinklers activated in an instant and covered the centre in a deluge of water. Whatever scientists remained scrambled to recover what remained of their creations before the water could irrevocably damage them. In a hidden corner, one Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent made knowing glances to each other, a mutual agreement reached in seconds after decades of friendship. With the help of a crowbar, the men quickly pry open one of the exit doors, making way for panicked civilians to exit the premises, 'Brucie' giving comfort to those distressed by the recent events. It wasn't long before they had to make themselves scarce. They had their sons to rescue, there was no time!

As Bruce and Clark snuck out into the empty hallway, having been quickly evacuated by a Gothamite's natural self-preservation instinct and discipline from years of attacks. They nodded, and went their seperate ways. Clark to go change into his Superman outfit, and Bruce to calm the inevitable deluge of reporters before changing into his own costume.

Cameras flashed over the front entrance to the event, blinding the last few stragglers to leave, and Bruce, standing tall against the crashing sea.

"Mr Wayne! What can you tell us about the new villain that Joker has teamed up with?"

"Mr Wayne, how does Wayne Industries intent to secure future events from attacks on this scale?"

"Where is Damian Wayne? Sir how can Wayne Industries secure the future of Gotham if you cannot protect your own children?"

"Mr Wayne is it true that you allowed Jack Fenton to attend the event despite knowing he was a quack?"

And on and on and on. Bruce never intended to give these people what they wanted. He had children to save, and investigations to conduct. Before he could excuse himself, however, a roaring boom echoed down the street like summer thunder. Reporters screamed as they trampled over each other to escape the path of a silver behemoth charging down the road. Thick metal plates lined its exterior. A large satellite dish adorned its top, and jutting out from the sides were massive guns. The van sported too many OSHA violations to be anything less than a tank on four wheels than any civilian vehicle. Batman will have to crack down on whatever corrupt whitecollar criminals allowed this monstrosity on the roads.

The van charged right up to where Bruce was standing on the pavement, before coming to a terrifyingly rapid halt, so sudden that the entire vehicle jerked forward from its momentum. It would have been cartoonish if it hadn't stopped cleanly right in front of him. The front door slammed open, and a pair of black-gloved hands grabbed Bruce by the shoulder. In public surrounded by cameras, Bruce was helpless but to comply.

"BRUCIE WAYNE! I'VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU!"

Bruce scanned the interior of the van in an instant, clocking in the undignified Clark Kent clinging to his seat like a child to their parents leg, tie messed up and suit creased. His classes were crooked on his face. "He just scooped me up like I was paper mache, Bruce!" The man's voice was shaking.

"Strap in Brucie, because the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle cares for no trivial matters like traffic laws, or even physics laws!"

What kind of branding was this? "The Fenton Family wha-" Jack slammed the gas. The GAV rocketed into max gear in an instant. The force threw the poor man off his feet. Bruce went hurtling into the backside of the GAV and crashed with a bang. The G-forces kept him glued to the wall like a black-suited starfish, at least until Clark extended an arm to peel him off.

"I'm starting to think you might be right about him being a supervillain." Clark whispered.

Bruce grimly nodded.

"Alright so now that we're all together, here's the plan folks!" Jack said, tone all too cheerful for the chaos he was creating on the road. Innocent cars swerved out of the way of the advancing war machine. Pedestrians clung to lampposts and fences as gale force winds blasted them from its wake. "Let's start with the bad news: Our kids have been spirited away by suffering spooks! The good news: The Fenton Radar works!" Jack tapped on a screen on the van's console, showing two beeping dots on a radar map.

"BUILDING!" Clark yelled. They were rocketing right into a townhouse.

Jack yanked the wheel to the left. The GAV turned 90 degrees in about half a second, turning both passengers into ragdolls thrown across the side. On the outside, a subtle Superman-shaped dent was visible. "Thanks for that, Clarkie! Now I'm sure you guys aren't as experienced as me and my lovely wife Maddie are in hunting ghosts, but don't worry! I can give you a crash course."

"Please don't say crash course." Clark quivered.

"Could you maybe slow down?!" Bruce yelled over the roaring engines.

"No can do, Brucie! Any slower and the GHOSTS will leave the Fenton Radar's range, and then we'll never get our kids back!"

"I think I'm going to be sick." So Kryptonians can get nausea from high-speed vehicles, interesting. He'll have to update his file.

"The Joker and his associates entered your portal and set it to blow, how can we even get the kids back if they're on the other side!"

Jack turned around with a smile. "That's what the Fenton PortaPortal version 2 is for! Never leave home without a spare, my grandpa Fenton always said!"

"Dr Fenton, that bridge was destroyed in a gang fight!" Bruce shouted. Construction workers were already scattering, but a thick concrete barrier stood in their way.

"No need to worry, Fenton engineering can handle a little hole here or there!"

"The entire bridge was destroyed, we're going to fall off!"

"I love your sense of humour Brucie, but even if we did it wouldn't matter!"

"I really think it does, Dr Fenton!" Clark gripped the bottom of the nearby seat hard enuogh to dent.

"Nonsense, watch this!" Jack pushed the gas even further, as if that was even possible. The GAV reduced the concrete barrior to smithereens. "Go go Fenton Famliy Ghost Assault Vehicle: Aerial Mode!" The mad scientist's shouted in glee. He pulled another lever, activating a pair of wings from the sides.

Clark would deny screaming like a girl to the end of his days.

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Meanwhile, in the Zone...

Danny shifted nervously in his position, atop the swarm of Lydia's bats, and flanked by the freaking Joker of all people on one side and Freaking Freakshow on the other. What did he do to deserve this?

If It was just the Joker and Freakshow, he would just happily transform and kick the snot out of these clowns, but sadly he's not alone.

Also tied up with rope both human and ghostly were one Damian Wayne and Jon Kent, the former of which looked none too pleased about the current situation. While Damian spat vitriol upon the Joker and his "D-list half-rate assisstant," with man himself largely ignoring his words to fawn over the chaos of the Realms, Danny contemplated his options. Good news: Freakshow hadn't blown his secret yet, which was cold comfort for the moment, seeing as if he had, he'd just be able to punch these suckers and be done with it, but nooo. Maybe he could overshadow the other boys and hypnotise them into forgetting? Was that a thing that can be done? Would've been convenient, and because of that, Danny suspected it's wishful thinking. If it worked, great, if it didn't work, well Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne have ties to the Justice League, who have ties to the government, who hire the GiW, so there's a non-zero percent chance such a stunt would end up with him on a dissection table.

Which means he's left playing the waiting game, spectating the Joker jumping up and down like a fangirl over all the green, and purple, and fighting, and death. First day in Gotham, guys.

"Psst." Jon whispered to him.

Danny said nothing, but leaned a little on Jon's side.

"Don't worry, we're gonna be ok, I'm sure the J-J-Justice League will be here. Just sit t-t-tight, ok?"

Wow, that was really touching that he was trying to comfort Danny, but the ghostly part of him didn't even need to feel Jon's shaking, or hear his stutter to know the kid was absolutely terrified. Now that he thought about it, it really should be him doing the comforting.

"Eh I wouldn't hedge my bets on it." Causing the other boy to squeak in fear. Curse you, snark instinct. Why can't you be heroic and reassuring instead.

"Neither would I, boy." Freakshow said, almost like he was rubbing in just how much danger his secret was in.

"You will unhand us, or you will know the meaning of pain in every sense of the world. This I tell you. I will feed you to my chickens. I will cut up your flesh and grind it into paste and then fertilise my vegetable garden with it. You will regret crossing me."

Jon let out the faintest whisper, something Danny would've never heard if he wasn't a ghost, and a master of quiet sounds. "Really selling the normal kid act here, Damian."

"On the contrary, lovely chlidren, I believe it is you who will soon become ghosts. NEYEHEHEYEHEH" Oh god here comes the gratuitous laughter. "I can't believe such a t~~tttttTANTALISING opportunity has been out there for me this whole time! AHAHAHAHAAH. And for you, my little children, to have come to this wonderful little science expo alongside your dear old daddies only to become part of the exhibit?" The Joker cracked into laughter, slapping his knees and collapsing in fitful giggles.

Each of the free boys gulped, each of them considering how to save the apparent civilian(s) among them without exposing themselves...

@impyssadobsessions

[howlingday]

Rubo the Goblin

Ruby: I am Rubo and I am proud.

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Ruby: Sister, I crave the metals for my giant gun.

Yang: I will get you the metals soon. We're just low on resources right now. Don't worry.

Ruby: And I need more cookies!

Yang: Yes, yes, more cookies.

Ruby: And creamy spinach pizza?

Yang: Uh...

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Ruby: Imma say a swear.

Ruby: Heck.

Ruby: I hope you have a filter.

Ruby: Sister, may I say a bad word?

Yang: NO!

Ruby: Crap.

Ruby: Bingo bongo.

Yang: Oh no!

Ruby: What could possibly go wrong?

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Ruby: Sister, I crave violence.

Yang: Uh-

Ruby: Eldritch blast!

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Ruby: I set Rubo in attack position and attack your life points directly.

Yang: OH NOOOOOOOO

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Ruby: Yesterday, I ate some food coloring by accident.

Yang: Uh-huh.

Ruby: Jaune says I'm okay, but I feel like I dyed a little inside.

Yang: HAHAHAHA!

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Ruby: My sprinkler goes like this

Ruby: TSTS TSTS TSTS TSTS TSTS

Yang: Rubo, you're gonna get the house all wet!

Ruby: It comes back like

Ruby: TTTTTTTTTTTTT

[blinddreams24]

Boxed In

With Dust

Masterlist

Prev / Next

“Y/N.”

You looked up from the couch to see Dust standing in the doorway. He ignored Killer egging Cross on again and gestured for you to follow. Excusing yourself, you hurried to catch up to his determined pace, mostly out of curiosity. Dust never asked you for anything let alone to follow him.

“What’s up, Dust?” You questioned as you fell in step next to him.

His pace didn’t slow for a second. “Training.” Was his blunt answer.

When he didn’t continue, you pressed on. “Foooor?”

“Any situation where you get stuck or caught.” His eyelight flicked at you for a second, leaving an unspoken ‘again.’ “Break away techniques, distractions, dodging, deflection. How to deal with a magic wielder without magic.”

You fell a pace behind and subconsciously tugged at your makeshift sling. “Oh.” You frowned.

“We won’t be going over all that today.” He gave a pointed look at your arm. “Today will mostly be dodging and deflection.”

“Okay.”

Dust didn’t continue until you reached the training hall. He led you to the weapons rack that you don’t remember being there when you first joined the gang. “Pick a weapon. You won’t end up using it today but you should get familiar with carrying something around.”

You observed the options. The rack contained axes, quarter staffs, swords, short swords, daggers, and a few other miscellaneous weapons like nunchucks and morning stars. A portion of the rack was just giant hammers and anime style swords that looked far too heavy to lift but your eyes went after the smaller weapons. You prided yourself on your speed and dexterity so you didn’t want anything big enough to slow you down or hinder your movement. Your eyes caught on a glint of metal as you approached the rack. It was a dagger no longer than your hand. The hilt and sheath had no decor and it was just the right colour to blend in with your outfit. After checking how easily it moved in and out of the sheath, you chose it.

When you turned around the show Dust your choice, you couldn’t see his eyelights.

“Dust?” You asked, concerned.

His lights came back and he walked into the fighting arena. “Strap it on and let’s get started.”

It took you a minute and some pointers from Dust before the sheath was properly secured at your hip and you hopped into the arena. It wasn’t like a boxing arena. More like if you took a chunk of terrain and dropped it in a building. There were rocks to climb on, hide behind, and trip over. The floor was mostly dirt and gravel that could kick up clouds of dust if moved too quickly. You knew from when you watched Cross and Killer spar before that there were hidden sprinklers that would clear out the dust clouds after a fight.

“Ready?” Dust said. You stood across from him and readied your stance before nodding. There was a charging sound as a blaster appeared beside him.

He was starting with the big guns first?!?!

You leapt behind the closest boulder just in time as it blasted the wall behind you. “WHY’D YOU HAVE TO START WITH THAT?!?!?!!?” You shouted, dodging a few bones that came after you.

“You said you were ready.” There was a smile in his voice.

The bones brought you into Dust’s line of sight again and you saw his eyelights blazing a piercing red with blue in his left. He summoned more bones that flew at you. You kept dodging. That was all you could do. That was all you were supposed to do. You were smacked in the knee with a blunt bone. Your health fell a few points and the attacks stopped.

“Keep your knees bent.” Dust said, standing over you as you huffed. He stared with his hands in his pockets. “Look, listen, feel. Your opponent will almost always repeat the same action for an attack. Blasters make a sound before they’re even summoned. Bones shake the ground before appearing. Rest up and try again.”

Much to Dust’s disappointment, you flopped on the floor outside the arena. He quickly directed you to walk around and stretch to keep you from getting sore and handed you a monster candy to regain the health you’d lost.

By the time you caught your breath, Dust was beckoning you back into the arena. You sighed but followed him anyways. Each round you learned different cues to keep in mind. The ground did in fact rumble before bones would shoot out. There was a subtle crackling sound before a blaster would appear and as soon as it started charging, the blaster wouldn’t change direction even if you moved. Dust, while he rarely moved or generally reacted, did give away when he was about to attack with an almost unnoticeable pulse of light from his eyes like a heartbeat. You learned how to react and dodge quickly as you used the terrain to your advantage, darting in and out of sight. Despite this knowledge, you still couldn’t dodge him forever and each round ended if he so much as hit you once.

Four hp lost and the sixth round ended.

“Alright, that’s all for dodging.”

You gave a tired yet enthusiastic; “Yes!”

“Time for deflection.”

“Ugh!” You groaned as you stumbled out of the arena.

Dust chuckled at you. “You can use your weapon next time. I’ll teach you how to use it to shield yourself first.”

You looked down at the dagger that was barely bigger than your hand. “Uhh…”

“Any weapon can be used. The smaller it is the faster you can react.” Dust assured you. After a quick break he showed you how to knock an attack away instead of blocking like you tried to do. He sent single, slow bones at you, gradually increasing the speed. “It’s not a shield, it’s a weapon. Attack the threats. Don’t block them.” When he was satisfied with your stance and aim, he entered the arena again.

As soon as you reached your normal starting position, Dust attacked. Multiple bones came flying at you and you knock away a few with a swing of your knife while dodging what you missed. “Again??” You complained at the surprise attack.

“Gotta learn to stay on your toes somehow, kiddo.” A subtle crackle.

You leapt away from the blaster and launched yourself over a rock as bones came out of the ground. More bones were deflected and dodged as you tried not to strain your burnt arm. It wouldn’t help if you hurt yourself again. You decided to try to mix things up this time now that you had a better chance with the knife. What if you tried to get close to Dust instead of just waiting for him to hit you? A smirk pulled at your cheek. You turned toward your opponent and pressed forward. His lights flickered at you and more attacks came flying. You ducked, dodged, and knocked attacks away as you (very) slowly made progress in his direction.

When you got within three yards of Dust, a wall of bones sprung up between you. You slashed it away with your knife and immediately felt like something was wrong. As if the air had changed. You looked into Dust’s empty sockets and realized what was wrong as a manic grin split his face. He laughed a heartless laugh as his eyelights blazed back to life, piercing into you, not showing the faintest recognition.

His eyes flashed brightly.

You dove under a barrage of attacks and rolled before jumping off the rumbling ground. Five separate crackling noises had you scrambling for cover. Miraculously, you avoided an additional five burn marks before hurrying away from Dust. You had to hide. Or get Nightmare. Or literally anything!

You stumbled back with a yelp as Dust appeared between you and the door. “Dust! It’s me! Y/N! Please calm down!”

He tipped his head to the side, grin spreading, and red sliding behind his shoulder.

Wait, red-?

His eyes flashed and the ground rumbled.

Despite your best efforts, a bone nicked your leg taking much more health than his controlled training attacks. You yelped and hurried into the only cover in the room. The arena with burn marks on the walls. Only the walls. With a burst of inspiration and a crackle of energy, you turned to the summoned blaster and lowered yourself to the ground. Blaster charging and ground rumbling, you rolled away fled again. As you’d hoped, the blast hit the ground and sent up a huge cloud of dust and debris. You weaved through the arena by memory and touch to a hidden nook you’d found earlier and held your breath.

There was tense silence.

No blasters. No bones.

Then footsteps.

“C’mon, kiddo!” Came Dust’s mocking voice. “You should have seen this coming! After all, you started this route.” There was hatred in those words. “Are you really hiding from me?”

You really hoped Nightmare would notice the fear pouring out of you as you tried not to move further into your hiding place. The knife was held in front of you just in case.

“Coward.” Dust laughed. “Come on! I’ll only kill you a lot!” A longer, creepier laugh, the footsteps getting closer.

Desperate for air, you tried to take a calming breath which came out more like a breathless squeak. You froze as the footsteps stopped. You prayed that he hadn’t just heard you when he appeared in the opening of your cubby.

“Hey.” The walls rumbled.

Against your better judgment, you dove and rolled into Dust’s reach as bones stabbed where you’d just been. He grabbed your wrist and twisted making you drop the knife. “Gotten a little stabby, huh?” He yanked you closer and there was a sharp pain in your shoulder. “Mind if I return a favor?” He chuckled as he pushed the bone further into your arm.

You cried out.

Suddenly, Dust was much further away from you as his back slammed into the wall. A tentacle wrapped around your waist and up your arm to keep you from grabbing at the bone still in your shoulder.

“Nightmare!” You gasped.

Nightmare grunted at you as he confronted the still manic skeleton. “Stay still and he won’t hit you again.” Before you could respond, the tentacle around you pulled you to hover right behind him, hiding you from Dust.

Dust lashed out at the tentacles that slowly closed in on him. Bones and blasters went flying across the entire training hall. As soon as his attention focused on one tentacle, the other shot forward and wrapped around his arms. Dust yelled and thrashed as Nightmare sighed in relief. While his captive continued to thrash, the goopy skeleton turned to you. His gaze settled on your shoulder. “Don’t move. Don’t touch it. Removing the obstruction could make you bleed out. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

You shook your head. “Not anything too major. Dust taught me to dodge most of his attacks.” You glanced at the respective skeleton.

“Good.” The noise from Dust slowed. “I’m glad. You need to know all you can.” Nightmare carefully reached for your shoulder, hesitant. “What have you learned?” He glanced between you and the wound you barely felt.

You knew he was trying to distract you but went for it anyway, refraining from looking at the wound yourself in case it made you feel more pain if you saw it. You shrugged and winced. “Look, listen, feel. He taught me the listen for the- AAGGHH!!!!”

Nightmare yanked the bone out and pressed his hands against your shoulder. Your teeth grinded together angrily as he nodded at you. “Continue.” He said calmly.

“You pulled a Fucking BONE OUT OF MY ARM!!!!!” You snapped.

“Yes, you’d disturbed and opened the wound when you shrugged.” He gave you a very pointed look. “I told you not to move. Now please continue.”

You growled, mostly at the pain now flooding your body.

“Y/N?”

A tentacle brought Dust into view over Nightmare’s shoulder. “Mind telling me what happened here, Dust?”

Dust stared at you. Then at your bleeding shoulder. Then back at you. His eyelights went out.

“Dust?”

“Uh, yes.” Dust looked away from you. “We were training. I guess Y/N got confident because, after I taught her to deflect attacks, she came at me.” He stopped for a moment before Nightmare gently shook him out of his thoughts. “I saw Frisk.”

Nightmare nodded thoughtfully. “So you responded like you were back there?” Nod. “Well, whatever you taught Y/N worked. She survived.”

Dust’s eyelights flicked up to look at you. You gave him a pained yet genuine smile. He looked down.

“Do you know what exactly set you off?”

Dust grunted. “The knife.”

Your heart fell. You really kept messing everything up didn’t you? “I’m s-”

“No.” Nightmare warned you. “Don’t you go apologizing for something you knew nothing about. It’s not your fault. Never was.” Dust nodded.

You hissed as Nightmare shifted to hold your shoulder with one hand as he reached into his pocket. “Could you not?” You growled.

“Nope. Stop moving.” Nightmare responded unapologetically. He pulled the salve you remember Horror using from his pocket. “This will help. Don’t move.”

“I’m not- AH!!!!” You clamped your mouth shut as he applied the salve directly to the wound. You somehow managed not to move as you hissed out a breath. “Little warning?”

Nightmare chuckled at your anger. “Next time. That should keep it from bleeding more and fight off any potential infection.” He noted aloud. “You are the highest maintenance human I have ever met.”

A smirk tugged at Dust’s teeth. “How many humans have you actually met?”

Nightmare waved his hand dismissively. “Like, five.” Smirk.

Dust let a smile cross his face for a moment. You chose to speak up. “I’m sorry for causing an episode, Dust. I wish there had been some way I could have avoided it.” Nightmare squinted his eye at you. “I know.” You added at him.

Dust shook his head at you. “Nah. It was my fault. I should’ve asked you to pick something else or at the very least warned you. I thought it’d be fine.” Nightmare gently set him down. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”

“Woah! What’d I miss out on?!?”

You looked over to see Killer in the doorway to the training hall. His blipped over to you all. He peered around Nightmare’s tentacles. “What’d you stab your shoulder for? Do you just hate that arm? If you really want it gone, I can help.” His brows bounced across his forehead.

“No!” You shoved his face away with your good arm, a smirk on your face. “It was an accident. We were training.”

“I stabbed her.” Dust said bluntly. You sputtered.

Killer leaned over Nightmare towards Dust. “Gettin’ tired of her already, huh?”

Dust scoffed. “She swung a knife at me.”

“I did not swing it at you!”

“And I reacted out of habit.” Dust finished.

Killer’s sockets widened. “You went back?” At Dust’s nod, Killer looked over at you. “How did you survive that? No offense, but you’re not exactly sturdy.”

“Killer.”

“What?? I’m being honest!! I can’t be honest anymore??” Killer faked offense.

“To answer your question, Killer.” You pointed at Dust. “He taught me a lot beforehand.”

Killer deflated over the tentacle he was leaned over. “I’m always missing the cool stuff…” He looked back up at you hopefully. “Could you do it again?”

“NO!”

[leonawriter]

Continuing from "Phantom Thieves sometimes return things, but also reveal the crimes of others/unmask forgeries" - we also have what I think is a pretty good continuation of the past two heists, with regards to Kaito and Shinichi's development together.

First off, Shinichi starts out by not having any real motivation other than "well, we should be catching Kid, right? here's how we catch Kid!"

He's the one who suggests putting in the metal detectors and bag checks at the entrance of the exhibit.

But...

His first clue that something else is going on is in the calling card - he thinks to himself "But he may actually be planning to wash something..."

Then, as he's looking up info on the Phantom Lady, we get this amazing visual:

Important to note is that Kaito isn't actually aiming to fire that thing. He's simply using the situation to show Conan an example of the gun and further hint toward the truth of what the "heist" is really about.

Conan's thoughts here are understandably confused. "The lead in the grip? The sheer amount? What's he talking about?"

I feel like this - with Kaito saying "Just so you know... I'm only here to return some stolen items... So don't get in my way, detective!" is a call-back to previous cases such as the Four Masterpieces where in spite of Kid's main crimes being "impersonation of an officer of the law" and other than that he was helping solve the crime, Conan still lashed out at him the moment said crime was solved.

In this case, he's stating explicitly "don't do that" right at the start, rather than at the end.

Then again, there's also a hidden meaning here, in that he isn't just returning things - he's bringing a truth to light, and uncovering an old crime. He's doing something that, if interrupted and stopped, could well ensure that two criminals get away free, and Shinichi shouldn't want that!

It only takes a short encounter with the actual criminals and a chance happening to get him to figure out what's actually going on for good.

What I find cute is that once he has figured it out, he's fully on board! I mean, really.

For one thing, the splash page is one of the few big images where Conan and Kaitou Kid are shown facing each other and not looking antagonistic!

Look at their expressions! Their body language! confident, kind of smug, but... not in the kind of way that seems like they're getting one up on the other person. They're in on this together.

Then we get these panels, where Ran and Sonoko are talking about wanting to get back into the exhibit, and Conan's voice off-screen has just said "I don't think you should!"

He's just made it through the crowds, but his expression? He sure does look like he's actually not just looking forward to this (he would at any heist, for the sake of figuring it out and catching the criminal) but he looks, to me, like he's having fun with it, too.

And why wouldn't he? The entire plan is right up his alley.

Great minds think alike, after all. Shinichi himself had previously used the sprinkler system in a building to great effect in a recent case, too (case starting around ch700).

In spite of this, Conan still makes a point of talking to Kid on the way out - and Kaito is not happy to see him. Why would he be? There's no trust here. He may have asked Conan politely to just let him go, but asking nicely hasn't gotten him anywhere in the past.

For all Kaito knows, he's going to get outed right in the middle of the crowded corridor, or he's going to get a football to the face (again).

Conan's face may be happy, but he'll look cheerful as he's explaining how someone was murdered, or how he's figured out Kid's tricks so he can get the police on him, so that doesn't say much!

In fact, look at the difference in his expressions in these three panels - first, the frown at being found out, then the smirk when asking if he's going to be pointed out to the police (cue a dozen different escape plans forming at the speed of light, under his poker face) and finally... the (probably unadulterated) shock of hearing, from the Kid Killer, Edogawa Conan/Kudo Shinichi himself, that "No, this time I'll let you go in deference to Ryoma."

I'm also gonna point out that Shinichi saying "My mom is [a Ryoma fan]... she played the role of Ryoma's big sister, Tome (I checked on wiki, Ryoma's sister is called Tome, and the page seems to have typos), and she turned madly in love with Ryoma" basically IS him outing his identity as Kudo Shinichi to the Kaitou Kid in that if he didn't already know, he could now easily find out. All Kaito would have to do would be look up a list of actresses who played Tome, and Kudo Yukiko's name would be on the list. Add that to various other things at other odd times, and... it'd either a) be easy for him to find out, or b) he already knows.

Finally...

Kaito responds in kind, in a sort of "turnabout is fair play" sense, giving away another piece of his own identity by hinting at the fact (as we know from Magic Kaito ch29-39) that the Phantom Lady IS Kaito's mother.

The funniest thing about this is that they're basically sharing family stories here.

"My mom likes Ryoma" says Shinichi. "Ha, funny you say that, my mom does too," says Kaito.

And more than that, it's also "Hey, boys? Those are your respective aunts you're learning about!" and "Why yes, Kudo, you ARE related to not just one, but THREE phantom thieves!"

In short: Where the early heists had Shinichi hunting Kid down like he didn't have to worry about a phantom's mortality at all, and the past two heists had him either work with or soften up to Kid (as in, start playing rather than hunting), this could almost be the culmination of their first "arc" of getting to know each other, which ends with Shinichi willingly letting Kid walk free.

Narratively, I'd also say that this gives the addition of Shinichi learning about his extended family, as well as him seeing that in spite of Kid and Phantom Lady being thieves they still care about truth and justice... if in their own way. This, to me, is building Shinichi slowly up to the idea of "it is not the end of the world if I am related to a thief."

[iridescentpull]

For the prompts: yellow 1 😊

《 here it is :)) took a while lmao 》

" I can't believe I just did that. "

Spiderman!Anthony AU / TW for violence

《 ficlet under cut ! 》

Anthony knew it was a bad idea for Ian to follow him. He should've told him no when his partner suggested the idea. But alas, he allowed it to happen.

And here he was, ten mind-controlled scientists with guns pointing at him while Ian sat in a chair, tied up and knife pressed against his neck. 

"Let him go, Doc." Anthony said, eyes not leaving the figure standing beside Ian. He tried to portray through his body that everything would be fine, but he could tell Ian was one second away from panicking. 

Doc Ock stayed still, smirk on his face. "You know the deal, Spider-Man." He said, knife running across Ian's cheek. His partner's blue eyes stared at the knife, trying his best not to make a sound. "Your life, for him." 

Anthony's eyes quickly scanned the room they were in, trying to find some way out. They were on the top floor of Doc Ock's lab, which meant that the drop to the street was over five hundred feet. His eyes glanced to the ceiling, where water sprinklers were placed sporadically. He noticed a cable loose on the floor from where they fought earlier. If he managed to activate the sprinklers, the electricity would conduct with the water and electrocute the ten scientists surrounding him- including Doc Ock. 

All he needed was to separate Doc Ock from Ian and he could work on his plan. 

"Fine." Spat out Anthony, raising his arms. He could see Ian's eyes widen, but he stayed quiet. Anthony glared at Doc Ock. "My life for him- let him go. Now."

Doc Ock's eyes grimaced, but dropped the knife. He moved his tentacles to untie Ian, who stayed frozen in his seat. Once he was untied, he stayed put- waiting for how this would play out. 

The doctor moved to stand in front of Anthony, grinning like a mad man. "So you choose to sacrifice your puny life over some useless person?" He asked, circling him. Anthony heard all of the gun's safety go off. Any moment now they would shoot. He just needed Doc Ock a bit more closer to the sprinklers. "You could join me; with your strength and my intelligence, we could rule the world." 

Anthony acted like he was thinking about it, before shrugging. "Sure, why not?" He lied, hand extending in front of him. "Wanna shake on it, good sir?" 

Doc Ock seemed pleasantly surprised, before standing in front of Anthony. Both men didn't notice Ian slowly grab a loose metal tube from the floor and slowly approach Doc Ock from behind. 

Doc Ock grinned. "Welcome to the partnership, Spider-Man." He said, shaking Anthony's hand with one of his tentacles. "We'll be doing amazing things."

Anthony tilted his head, as if he was thinking. "Hmmm, I changed my mind, sorry." He said, before quickly shooting a web and sticking it on the water tubes of the sprinklers, before pulling hard. 

Immediately, water sprinkled everyone. During those brief seconds everyone seemed to be processing what happened, Anthony webbed the cable from the floor and pulled it to the water. Just when the cable touched the puddle of water, electricity rang through it and electrocuted ten scientists. 

Doc Ock pulled, growling. "You bastard!" He screamed, tentacles pulling him up. "You'll pay!" He yelled, one of his tentacles rushing towards him to grab him, Anthony closed his eyes and prepared for the hit. 

Then a bang rang out before the sound of someone hitting the floor spooked Anthony. Said male opened his eyes just to see Ian holding a metal tube, breathing heavily as he stood with a leg on top of Doc Ock's unconscious body. 

"Ian?!" The taller said, surprised. 

Ian stared at the body in surprise. "I can't believe I just did that." He said, shaking. 

Anthony immediately moved to web the unconscious Doc Ock and scientists to the ground, while pulling the electric cable far from the water. Once he made sure all danger was safely secured, he turned to Ian, removing his mask.

"Dude, holy fuck." He said, holding onto Ian's shoulders. "How the fuck did you know where to hit him?"

Ian gaped, looking between the unconscious body and Anthony's eyes. "I- I saw the control panel in the back of his neck, and just hit him." A slow grin appeared on his face. "Holy shit I'm so cool." 

Anthony's head perked up at the sound of police sirens. He grabbed onto Ian's hand and pulled him to the broken window. "Okay okay, we gotta go!" He said, pulling Ian onto him and making sure he held him correctly. 

The brunet kept looking at Doc Ock's body. "I still can't believe I did that-"

"We'll talk about that later!" Anthony exclaimed, before jumping out the window and webbing them away just as the police broke into the lab. 

If the police heard the screams of a young adult getting farther- that's part of their imagination.

[misshorrormovies]

Jade walked towards a very long highway where she sees a few people with phones in their hands. She got close to a tall, pale guy with a skinny figure and a few moles on his face. His hair was black and short, his expression was cold and stern, no emotion showing. The guy gave her a glare of annoyance as she approached him hesitantly.

"Do you know what are we supposed to do here and what's all of this?" Jade asked politely, her hands cold as ice.

"Nobody knows what's this place, you just have to play games to survive, hoping for a way out of here" The guy answered. His expression didn't change at all and that caused Jade a feeling of strangeness.

"Games? What games? Like Roblox or something?" Jade's lips curl a bit upward at her own words.

The guy's expression never changed but instead, he took his eyes off Jade's figure, leaving her without an answer.

Rude. Jade thought. Who was this guy and why he acted so mysterious as if he was some Sherlock Homles?

After a while of awkward silence, a robotic-like voice echoes through the place.

Game: Six of Spades. A game that tests the speed, agility, and endurance of its players. The goal is to run down a 24 km long highway and avoid the acid that will start pouring at a certain signal, from the sprinklers placed all over the highway's roof. The players can hide under metal roofs to take cover, but time is of the essence. When they reach the end of the road, they must pull a red lever to stop the explosive bombs that are hidden beneath the highway's cement. Time limit: 3 hours.

A timer appears on the phone screens as the players start to run down the road. Jade runs as fast as she can, keeping her stare up-front and trying so hard to not fall.

Suddenly a loud sound is heard and all the players hide under the metal roofs as the acid starts pouring. The space was small and suffocating, the players having to stay really close to one another so the acid won't make contact with their skin. Jade breathes heavily, already feeling exhausted from the running, her eyes are fixed on the acid, waiting for it to stop.

"Scared?" The same guy Jade talked with a few moments ago whispers in her ear from behind, making her jump a bit and turn around to face him.

"Not at all"

What a lie. Jade was rarely freaking out but right now she felt like she will die from a heart attack soon. She didn't understand what was all of this about. How did she even get here in the first place. The corners of the guy's lips curl upward a bit at Jade's answer.

Soon enough, the acid stopped pouring and they all started to run again, this time Jade sprinting through the small crowd of people, trying to reach the end as soon and as fast as possible. But after a few seconds, Jade feels someone grabbing her arm and when she looks at the person, she sees the same guy again.

"You dropped something" He talks loud enough for Jade to hear while they keep running side by side. When Jade takes a glance at his hands, her eyes widen, a shocked expression plastering her face...

It was her gun. The one she had at her when she killed Dewey in case the knife would turn out to not be such a good idea. She snatched the gun from the guy's hands and quickly hid it in her jeans.

"Can you please not show it around like it's a freaking trophy!?" She shifts her eyes back to the road, trying to ignore the odd guy that was running by her side.

The players stop under the metal roofs a few more times, Jade is getting more and more tired by the second and she feels like her legs will give in any minute from now. As she runs, she notices the end of the road, meaning they finally reached the end. But when they arrive they notice not one but two red levers right at the end of the road. Jade takes a few deep breaths trying to calm down and think about what is happening right now. She looks at the phone in her hand, the timer shows only 30 seconds before the bombs explode.

"Which one are we choosing?!" A woman that looked like she was in her late 30s asked.

"We should pick the left one!" Another player said.

"Why the left one and not the right one?" The odd guy asked, looking so calm as if these weren't gonna be their last moments of life if they don't pick one of the levers.

"Fuck it!" Jade said and pulled the right lever in the last 5 seconds. The other players look at her in shock and at this point, they just wait for the bombs to explode and end it all...but they don't. The odd guy glares at Jade, the corners of his lips still curled upward as he analyzes her every movement. He seems somehow proud of her.

"Guess we survived" Jade said, looking at the guy with a small, proud smile while her breath is still a bit heavy.

"Yeah, but never do things like that again, they won't work forever" His expression turns back to the usual cold and stern one, his lips no longer forming a tiny smile on his pale face.

"You never told me your name..." Jade doesn’t take her eyes off him, though his eyes are fixed on the road. She was trying to catch an emotion out of him, or at least something that showed a bit of humanity from him.

"My name is Sunato Banda"

━━━━━ . ﾟ｡ ₍ 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ₎ ｡ﾟ. ━━━━━

[timelesstimesgoneby]

Inventions & Technology

Lightbulb

Phone

Lie Detector Test

Motorcycle

Telephonic Probe Also Called Bullet Finder

Recording Device

Weather Bugs

Bell To Talk

Picture Box

Foot Prints

Finger Prints

Recreating Face

Teath Work

Cipher Codes

Hidden Tat

Hidden Letters Penical Revial

Bomb

Hot Airbollon

Tape

Uv Day Light In A Box

X Ray

Car

Typewriter

Bullet Proof Vest

Night Vision Googles

Telegraph

Hot Air Balloon

Figure Out Poisson

Photo Lab

Painting

Elevator

String

Transformation Eugenics

Time Machine

Food

Gender Skin

Electric Outage

Mask

Pipe To Breath Escape Hanging

Rope Marking For Death Hanging

Light Square Figure Print Thing

Mirrors

Safe Cracking

Photo Graphics Xxx

Recreate Bomb

Electric Waves

Electric Ray Gun

Africa Disease

Words Appear

Cameras

Lense To View Blood

Photo Development

Photo Changing

Cheese Clue

Jello

Electric Car

Telegram Picture Number System

Electric Trains

Paint By Numbers

Pepe Hole Through Wall

Doll House

Scale Drawing Model

Picture Projector Bullet Slide

Bullet Detective Print Of Flesh Reveal

Cart Spray To Find Blood

Hidden Compartment Flask Bottle

Switchboard Operator

Telephone Bugging Recording

Slicer Gun

Cocking Oil Counterfeiter Money

Blood Transfusion

Drug Test

Gold Panning

Projector

Photo Magnifier

Recording

Batteries

Pendrick Bullet

Automoble Ford

Electric Fuse

Electric Lamp

Gambling Cheating Device

Edison Talking Doll

Atumated Sprinklers

Doll Vinal Speacher

Audiograph

Time Machine Future

flying machine airplane

one pizza bite

Camera surveillance

metal detector

Prosthetic Arm

[demon-blood-youths]

Ink is quick on her feet as she dodges the scorpion's tail. She looks focused while her smile is wide as her teeth are sharp. She keeps on evading while trying to attack. She knows that she might get hurt but that's part of the fight. You have to take risks to get what you want.

As for her teammates, they understood. But Navarro hates Ink takes risks, especially taking on dangerous opponents but they know they won't get anywhere if they play it safe for too long. Especially with the Horrors tearing this place apart for one asshole.

As for Rust, he is willing to take on anything that Ink takes on. Sure he gets worried about his leader and friend like Navarro does but the blond makes sure to back Ink up. Unfortunately for the bomber, Rust is just as reckless as Ink since he enjoys fighting and is good at hand-to-hand combat.

But for now, Rust watches Ink go about it. He won't get in the way right now. He can see Ink wanting to fight this guy by himself before joining in. When Ramon goes to launch his spikes and goes to aim its stinger at the young drake. Ink readied herself until Vergil got in front of her.

Claws blocked by his blade and the moment that Manticore goes to strike with his stinger. His stinger is gone in an instant, this made Ramon howl with anger making the earth shake and pierce the air. Ink winced but didn't waver as she stood her ground.

Then the teens see that Ramon has one eye down thanks to Dante. As they saw what they did. The teens were impressed.

"What the fu....are those...nunchunks?!" The bomber is surprised at this. Holy shit. The way Dante handled those nunchucks is watching a martial arts pro do their thing.

"I really need to get one of those..." Rust uttered watching the manticore get electrocuted before the eye was taken down. Now it's up to Ink and Vergil.

"Right! Thanks Vergil. " Ink said, nodding at Vergil and charging at the monster. Ramon growls and swipes his claw at Ink but Ink jumps away. She became fast using Raptor Feet once more to get closer, going to plunge her sword into his second remaining eye. But Ramon raises his tail, already regenerated and this time the stinger is more spiky but before it strikes. Something pulls it away before the monster tries to strike.

"No, you don't!" Rust launched his metal claw at the stinger as he launched his arm like a grappler gun. His metal talons clutch around the tail and force it down onto the ground. Ramon roars in anger, trying to bring his tail up. If this bastard tries to get away, he won't do that.

"D-damn you!" Ramon uttering an intelligenable word he can muster to curse those who stand in his way before he shrieks when blood spills out like a huge sprinkler when Ink punctures the eye and shoulder with Wyvern. Blood stains Ink's hoodie and pants, some drench some strands of her hair. Ramon lets out a terrible roar as he launches his dark thin needles from his mane at Ink. She pulls her sword out in time to shield herself from the needles. She takes several steps back to distances herself from Ramon.

Ramon attempts to escape while he is bleeding from his shoulder eyes. He sacrifices his own stinger to get away and goes down the block to avoid escape. Ink growls but Navarro calls her back. As he passes a block, he trips something and an explosion erupts, followed by a series of explosions from the parked abandoned cars.

Before Ink succeeds in taking out the eye, Navarro takes the chance to set up a trap. A wire to some sticky explosives is attached to cars right away and goes to a safe distance. He joins Rust and Dante.

"I hope that's enough," Navarro said but he knows that's not enough. Especially with a monster like that.

Out of the fiery explosion, Ramon roars as he has flames on his back. It is now circling back, coming at Ink and Vergil.

@vischys

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 that the @demon-blood-youths bereaved of combat instruments that are tantamount to their respective nature and wont.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being a feral Avenger

Avengers x reader

warnings: guns and death mention (but no one dies dw)

a/n: s/o to @emcon-imagines for the idea since we needed smth OPPOSITE of the norm. also i find it really funny that i got a request for a feral xmen hc while i was writing this

prompt:

you were just.....too much for the team to handle

and that was saying something considering you were THE AVENGERS

“guys, guys, guys, oh my god, look what matt damon just posted” -you

“since when do you care about matt damon?” -literally any avenger

“i dont” -you

absolutely no idea when to quit

so there’s never a dull moment

“who is screaming ‘i fucking knew it?’ some of us are trying to work” -tony

“i think you know” -nat

“follow up question: why?” -tony

“i believe they are watching ‘the mandalorian’” -wanda

“WITHOUT ME??? SON OF A—” -tony

not being allowed to have coffee

or really any kind of caffine but

“sowhatimtryingtosayisshieldwasconnectedtohydraandhydraisdefinitelyconnectedtotheilluminatisowereweapartoftheilluminati?” -you

“...vis? did you give y/n coffee?” -wanda

“i wasn’t aware that it had this effect on them” -vision

accidentally punching a hole in the wall

putting a picture of the team over it

“oh, that’s nice...oh, nevermind” -sam

yes, you announce yourself every time you enter the room

*arms raised* “hello all, it is i, your favorite avenger” -you

“actually my favorite avenger is natasha” -clint

“okay, then it is i, that bitch” -you

“im going to duct tape your mouth shut” -tony

fun fact tony cracked peter’s formula for web fluids just so he could web your mouth shut

*mmph. mmmmph. MMMMMMPH* -you

“ah, finally. peace and quiet” -tony

being found asleep (or just lying down) in some odd positions and locations

the quinjet, on the helipad, in natasha’s room, on the kitchen floor, under the couch cushions, and more

*finding you lying on the kitchen floor* “you alive down there?” -tony *nudging you w his foot*

“hnnnnnn” -you

“cool” -tony

steve has tackled you on the battlefield several times. why, you ask?

“dont go chasin’ waterfalllls stick to the rivers and the lakes that youre used toooo...erbaneanananeeneedododoo...” -you

“y/n, watch out!” -steve

you can put the rest together

also just being the worst on the comms

“clint u gotta pull ur pants up” “work it, wanda!!!” “anyone else smell hamburgers?? hey peter, why don’t you get me a combo?” “look guys! i got one of their weapons! wonder how it works—NEVERMIND” “woah, holy shit, nat. can you teach me how to do that???” -all you, babey

“i don’t remember hitting ‘play’ on the director’s commentary of this mission” -natasha (courtesy of the brilliant @emcon-imagines)

“tony?” -rhodey

“yep, turning off their comms now. they’ll manage without us” -tony

“you’re the genius, why don’t you develop a real-life mute button for them?” -rhodey

“yeah, let me just turn y/n into a cyborg first. thanks for the input” -tony, sarcastically

meanwhile...

“GUYS??? GUYS???? ARE YOU ALL DEAD??? IM THE ONLY ONE LEFT???? this is not how i imagined this happening. maybe i can get a bigger room at the compound. hmph.” -you

whipping a random ass chain around??? where did you get that???

flagging down rhodey

*lands* “what?” -rhodey

“did everyone die?” -you

“no” -rhodey

“why cant i hear them on comms?” -you

“see you later” -rhodey, flying away

sleepless nights tbh

why? why. whywhywhywhy why

was it nightmares? was it hunger? straight up restlessness? wouldnt you like to know

“do i smell popcorn?” -nat to wanda in the dead of night

you had two ENTIRE boxes of popcorn bags out on the counter

“maybe you should just knock them the fuck out, wanda” -natasha (also a product of @emcon-imagines’ genius)

“no!!! movie night!!!” -you, moments before falling into nat’s arms

ur not only feral.....ur also a good friend

“y/n, i really need your help” -peter

“shoot. wait—is it illegal? i’ll do it if it’s illegal” -you

“?? no, no, i just need you to schedule my dentist appointment. my aunt says she won’t do it for me anymore” -peter

*gasp* “can i make up my own character??” -you

you were actually a fan favorite

at times

*in front of news cameras* “hey cool fact about captain america: he can lift his legs behind his head”

social media legend

wintersoldierthirstpage: “can you tell us if bucky’s metal arm vibrates”

y/n_l/n: “can neither confirm nor deny. yes.”

you had a tiktok that was half trends/dances and half memeing serious situations

*pointing camera at secretary ross* “dude’s really trying to take away our rights and shit” *phone smacked out of hand by rhodey*

*all the avengers arguing with “say so” being played over it*

walking into the room covered in string lights

burning ur cookies!!!!

taking clints bow and arrows for “practice”

bad decisions all around

“oh no” -you, rushing out of your room

“what? what’s ‘oh no’” -sam

“my toilet is on fire” -you

“are—are you joking?” -sam

“where’s the fire extinguisher.” -you, VERY CALM

“y/n???? Y/N???? WHY ARENT THE ALARMS GOING OFF?? THE SPRINKLERS?? THERES SMOKE COMING OUT OF YOUR ROOM” -sam

“fire alarms are a myth” -you

“NO??????”

they act like they cant stand you but deep down, you make their lives sm more interesting and they don’t know what they’d do without you. there isn’t always someone trying to achieve world domination.

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[a-table-of-fics]

Oddworld: Conar’s Ambition, Chapter 10, Draft 1

“Dammit!” Conar muttered, looking at the other Sligs through a gap in the crates. “Shoulda known they’d up the security on these things.”

“Wait, it’s not normal to have Sligs everywhere?”

“Not on the trains. Usually just Mudokons watchin’ over the cargo. But we saw more of Abe lately, right?”

Slim nodded, looking over to see an irritated and damp Slig stomping on what was left of his cigarette. The other one looked ready to clobber him with his club.

“Oh, this’ll be easy!”  Conar said, lifting a pistol up. “They were still too cheap to get real weapons for these guys, huh?”

He trained a bead, preparing for a rapid-fire solution to this problem that wouldn’t require anything else, but stopped. Behind them, there was the same Slog crate he had put Chairman in.

He couldn’t risk hitting a Slog, let alone his boy.

“Mama always said my head strap was a bit loose,” he grumbled, packing the gun away. “Probl’y got the standard firepower alarms, too.”

“Y-your head strap?” Slim asked, but shook his head. “What now, then?”

“Lemme know if you got any ideas,” he said. “I don’t think we could take ‘em without more incoming, and they just gotta get lucky once.”

“Well, let’s find a place to hide so we can talk about this.”

“I’m not sitting in Meep crap again.”

A few minutes later, they found a place where Slim could not only clamber up to a better vantage point, but also pull Conar up without issue. Once his companion was up, Slim lied down flat, trying to keep himself in the center.

“What the…?” Conar asked, before realization made him chuckle. “Eh, don’t worry. Not a lot of us look up. Too busy with the grounds we’re guardin’, I guess.”

He looked down at the grounds below, the labyrinth of beasts and light security suddenly feeling smaller than he had thought.

“Really kinda stupid,” he admitted. “I mean, death from above is a thing, yeah? I never got why they didn’t check for that.”

“Better for us, I guess.”

As Slim stood up, his dirty cap got caught on something, forcing his gaze upward to reveal another sprinkler. He adjusted his hat and took his surroundings in, soon seeing a screen showing the fire danger and meat doneness level. Even better, the Slog crate wasn’t that far.

“Hey, I think we could get a distraction goin’,” he said, taking his cap and wrapping it around the sprinkler above them. “And you might be able to get a smoke in, too.”

“Welp, I’m sold.”

There was no hesitation on Conar’s part. He was puffing and slouching before Slim could say anything else.

The alarms started blaring once more, and the sprinklers started going. Slim felt his cap soak in his hands, but kept strong. He wasn’t sure what kinds of animals they were standing above, and he didn’t need their noises attracting more attention their way.

Conar finally felt at ease again. It had been forever since his last Lungbuster, and he was going to savor this. Not even the blaring alarms or panicked creatures and guards below could bring him down. Idly, he watched as other Sligs ran around, trying to find the smoker to beat, or find the fire if that failed. He could see the screens go from “Still Rare” to “Medium Well”, and the meter was still rising. The picture of a Scrab went from happy to concerned.

A couple of Sligs ran close to their perch, still failing to look up at the source of the problem.

“You think Delkin’s in one of these again?” one of them asked, banging against a crate with his Bouncer baton. There was chatter from inside the box, but it quickly died down.

“Maybe he’ll share the *really* good stuff if we feed his arms to the Slogs,” the other laughed. He took out his larger baton, wrapped in metal plating, and slammed against the same crate. “Come on out, Delkin! We’ll take your arms off before we feed ‘em if you do! Promise!”

The crate Conar and Slim were on started to wobble from the force of the guard’s repeated pummels. The animals inside screeched. Slim struggled to keep his balance, let alone keep holding his cap on the sprinkler. Water started to spill down again, much to the dismay of everyone around.

What was worse, it was making the floor they were on far slipperier. Conar was still sitting, keeping a hand over his cigarette, but Slim fell over onto the crate with a thud, and his feet dangled over the ledge.

“What the hell was that?” One of the guards demanded, looking around. Conar scooted back just in case Slim was wrong and they would look up at him, but kept puffing as he turned to his companion. He reached a hand out without hesitation, which Slim accepted without hesitation. In seconds, the  two of them were in the middle again, sitting on cheap wood soaked in cold, greasy water.

They listened as Slig Pants rushed around them, trying to find the source of the noise.

“Coulda sworn I heard somethin’…”

“You don’t think it coulda been…?”

“Abe guy or not, something’s up. We need a vantage point.”

“Gotcha.”

There was the telltale sound of two Sligs grunting, and a pair of whirring Slig Pants stepping on wood.

Slim was prepared to climb the opposite way, but Conar grabbed his arm.

“They could be tryin’ a basic flank,” he whispered. “We oughta go to the right there.”

Slim gulped, looking down at the hissing Paramites they’d be trapped between. Those metal bars would hold, sure, but the way that claw face was going through them… he shuddered to imagine what they could do to his flesh.

He didn’t have to worry, though, as the alarms grew louder, and there was a hiss as steam rushed in from the ceiling along with the downpour.

“Oh, shit!” one of the Sligs cried. “It’s overcooked!”

“What?” the other shouted. “Where’s the phone; we gotta tell them—”

“No time!”

Slim watched as similar panic occurred with other Slig squads. They were all rushing towards one of the doors, banging against them and demanding the barely-awake guards to let them out.

“Guess that takes care of that,” Conar laughed, putting his cigarette out. “Now, lessee…”

Before Slim could say anything, Conar leapt down, taking a leisurely stroll towards the Slog crate.

“A-aren’t you worried about—” Slim called out, before yelping as a burst of steam nearly hit him head-on.

“About what?” Conar shrugged. “We should have plenty of time before anyone comes back on patrol. You can rest easy—”

And then the floor dropped out from the car.

Conar, Slim, countless animals, and a few unlucky Sligs plummeted, unable to focus on anything except the rapidly-approaching greenery below. The cries of any one of them were drowned out by the others, but Conar knew that from the trains above, many passengers would be laughing at their plight.

Thankfully, it was not a long fall.

 Further, there was a well below, and Slim was able to dive into it. He was always told not to hop into them, so he figured if the Glukkons didn’t want him doing it, it could be his salvation. His thought proved true when he was launched back into the air, just enough to gently land on the soft dirt on the shore of some murky swamp water.

Conar was not so lucky, however. As the animal crates went every which way, many shattering to free their inhabitants, Conar had landed straight into the water. He splashed and scrambled to keep his head above water. His mask was blurry, and he tried to paddle towards what he thought was Slim.

“Help! Help!”

To make things worse, he could feel water seeping into his Pants. It not only weighed him down, but he could also feel his legs seize up. It was only a matter of time before he sunk like that Paramite cage.

That blurry silhouette he tried to move towards waved its arms, and shouted something. Even if Conar couldn’t hear him over the splashes, he could at least tell it was Slim, and it looked like he was getting some planks from a shattered crate to try and reach him. He just hoped the board would be long enough.

At the very least, the plank Slim found was long enough for him to lose his balance. He wobbled back and forth for a moment before he was able to adjust his grip and turn towards Conar again. The board swung clumsily, but it was at least within arm’s reach after a few seconds. He gave a sigh of relief, gripping the rescue the instant he could.

But why wasn’t he being pulled to shore?

His still-blurry vision focused on Slim, who was struggling to stay upright. His end of the board was lifting, and Conar was once again feeling himself sinking. The plank grew slipperier, and there was nothing stopping Conar from an undignified death.

Nothing except…

Well, he could worry about his dignity later. For now, his tail pushed against the eject lever. He was used to it being a mere flick, but now he found that his useless lower half was struggling to exit the Pants.

After several agonizing seconds, he finally felt the lever give, and he could feel his Pants sinking off of him.

The moment he didn’t feel the comfort of unpolished metal on his tail, he shot up like a Mudokon that stole some Bounce, and quicky found himself bobbing on the surface.

Slim dropped the plank, slowly turning away as he saw Conar stop splashing. But then, he heard him start shouting again.

“The hell is this? I can swim?”

He turned, and sure enough, Conar’s panicked flailing had become a forceful paddling towards shore, tail acting as a clumsy rudder as he made his way over. Slowly but surely, he made it over, finally reaching the muddy banks of the pond. The transition from swimming to crawling felt… strange, somehow. It was as if something was wrong the whole time.

“Er, you all right?” Slim asked, still not over the sight of a Slig treading water.

“Yeah,” Conar said, “now shaddup about it. Let’s just… see what we can recover and—”

“You there!”

They turned to see another Slig, who was clutching his chest with one hand and pointing a gun with another.

“I… ugh… don’t know what you did,” he said, wincing through the pain, “But you messed with the wrong—”

And that’s when the Fuzzles leapt onto him. It was such a bloody blur that they couldn’t see how many, but it didn’t matter. He was gone in seconds.

Slim scooped Conar up and started to run in the opposite direction, not caring that he was stumbling into unknown foliage, where other Sligs or some kind of monster could find them.

“Hold up!” Conar demanded, trying to crawl out of Slim’s grip. “We gotta find Chairman! He could help us survive!”

But Slim wasn’t listening. He was too focused on dodging trees and stumbling in mud. He sometimes swerved to avoid the origin of a distant roar or screech, but other than that, he was effectively deaf.

“Slim!” Conar cried, trying in vain to flail out and even smack his captor. “C’mon, ya idiot, we gotta—”

He grunted in pain, his tentacles getting hit by branch after branch. His view was endlessly jostled- if something didn’t change, he could throw up or pass out. He could only hope the latter happened first.

Instead, his tentacles instinctively wrapped around one of the less thorny branches, and they held as tightly as Slim was holding Conar. Finally, Slim slowed down, but he was still trying to pull forward, holding onto Conar.

The branch bent, and Conar felt the strain of this tug-of-war. He groaned in pain, knowing it was either this or running deeper into the swampy jungle with no direction.

Slowly but surely, he slipped out of Slim’s tight grip, nearly getting flung off the branch to Odd-knows-where, but his tentacles held true. In fact, they allowed him to shuffle up towards the trunk and right himself, comfortably lying on his stomach again.

Slim, for his part, had fallen face-first into the soft dirt. He grumbled for a second, before noticing he was now empty-handed. He shot up, looking around frantically.

“Conar? Where are ya? C’mon, please!”

For his part, Conar climbed further down the trunk, getting onto the tanged roots below. The moss and Spooce there gave a similar sickly green to Conar’s skin. If it wasn’t for his mask, he’d blend right in, he imagined.

“There you are!” Slim sighed in relief. “I still need a guy who can shoo—”

He gaped, watching as the Slig effortlessly crawled down the roots, as if he was built to do it. His tentacles easily acted as a third hand, keeping him stable all the way, and his tail helped him stay in one place as he stopped to talk.

“Yeah, well,” Conar laughed, looking Slim in the eye. “that’d be easier if you didn’t run away from my gun and all our stuff.”

“Hey, you saw those little things tearing that guy apart! What chance’ve we got against those?”

“Better than out here, all lost and without a weapon,” Conar pointed out. “Unless you have somethin’ we can use to protect our asses.”

He shook his head.

“Man, I’m glad I got a smoke before we came down.”

[victoria-daydreams]

The Long Way Home

Chapter Three: What the Hell Happened to Him?

AN: Thanks for the birthday wishes everyone and thank you to everyone who has liked this story! Claudia hasn’t even shown up, but you all are invested in this story and I appreciate it!

Trigger Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.4k

Taglist: @iloveeverything-09, @eiferundruhe​, @greatscott--wrongdecade​

Chapter Four: Recruiting for a Jailbreak

Logan, Hank, and Charles all stood around a table, discussing how to get Erik out.

"The room there holding him in was built during the Second World War when there was a shortage of steel. So, the foundation is pure concrete and sand. No metal," Hank explained, gesturing to a rolled out blueprint of the Pentagon, specifically, the facility Erik was being held in.

"He's being held a hundred floors under the most heavily guarded building on the planet," Charles added, with a sigh.

A look of confusion took over Logan's face, "Why's he in there?" he inquired, his eyes bouncing between Hank and Charles.

Charles let out a snort and raised his head as the rest of his body hunched over. "Did he forget to mention?" he asked with a laugh that was anything, but humorous.

"Uh...JFK." Hank muttered.

"He killed..." Logan trailed off, with shock evident in his tone before cutting himself off in disbelief. "That was Erik?" he questioned.

"How else do you explain a bullet miraculously curving through the air? Erik's always had a way with guns," Charles said snidely, as he turned his head to face Logan. "You sure you want to carry on with this?" he asked, uncertainty evident in his voice.

You could tell that a part of him wished that Logan would give up. Naturally, that didn't happen.

"Hey, this is your plan, not mine," Logan shrugged.

"We don't have the resources to get us in," Hank argued, shaking his head.

"Or out," Charles added. "It's just me and Hank," he breathed out.

Logan paused for a moment, "I know a guy. Yeah, he'd be a young man now, living outside of D.C.," he chuckled, as a look of fond memories filled his eyes. "He could get into anywhere. Just don't know how the hell we're gonna find him..." Logan trailed off.

Hank turned to Charles, "Is Cerebro of the question?" he asked, and Charles rolled his eyes before lowering his head down, slightly nodding it with an exhale. "We have a phone book," Hank offered.

~~~x~~~

"Here, here, here," Logan said, as he leaned forward between the seats.

"Where?" Charles questioned, carefully driving down the small street.

"Just stop here," Logan replied with agitation.

"All right, all right!" Charles surrendered, pulling up to a house in a suburban neighborhood.

"Next time I'm driving," Logan scoffed, as Charles brought the car to a stop, it was clear he hadn't driven in years.

"Don't get used to it," Charles retorted, rolling his eyes.

The three of men stepped out of the car and up to the house's front porch, passing by a mailbox with 'Maximoff' written across it's side. Strangely, the doormat at the front door had skid marks across the lettering. Logan knocked on the dark wooden door, before watching it open up to a brunette middle-aged woman her smile dropping from her face.

"What's he done now?" she sighed. "I'll just write you a check for whatever he took..." she shook her head, the woman sounded so tired.

"We just need to talk to him," Logan reassured, she nodded and opened the door all they way, allowing them in.

"Peter!" She called. "The cops are here!" she stepped out of their way. "Again." she added, seemingly sick and tired of her son's troublemaking antics. "Down there," she told them, pointing to a door.

Logan turned the knob and led the group down the wooden stairs. Stolen road signs hung on or leaned against the walls as they made their way further down. There was music was playing loud along with what sounded like a ping pong game. Once the men got to the last step, they stood in a large room and witnessed a peculiar sight. There was indeed a ping pong game being played by a young man with silver hair, but he was playing against himself, rushing to each side to hit the ball effortlessly.

"What do you guys want?" Peter asked quickly, not taking his eyes off the game before flashing past them and onto a couch eating an almost finished popsicle, "I've been here all day," he told them.

"Just relax, Peter. We're not cops-" Logan reassured, before Peter cut him off.

"Course you're not cops. If you were cops you wouldn't be driving a rental car," Peter pointed out.

Charles raised his eyebrow, "How'd you know we got a rental car?" he questioned.

"I checked your registration when you were walking to the door. I also had some time to kill so I went through your rental agreement. Saw you were from out of town. Are you FBI?" he asked, speaking quickly. Using his speed, he grabbed Charles' wallet in a second, looking through it's contents. "No, you're not cops. Hey, what's with this Gifted Youngsters' place?" he asked, as he sped away, dropping the wallet and Charles' business card on the floor.

"That's an old card," Charles stated annoyed, slipping the items back into his pocket.

"He's fascinating..." Hank commented, watching Peter speed around.

"He's a pain in the arse," Charles scoffed, running his hand through his hair, which was windblown because of Peter's speed.

"What? A teleporter?" Hank questioned.

"No, he's just fast. And when I knew him he wasn't so...young," Logan replied.

Peter frowned at his statement before grinning, "Young? You're just old," he quipped.

They turned back to the couch, seeing Peter already lounging on it finishing up a popsicle that he just got.

Hank stepped forward, "So you're not afraid to show your powers," he observed, raising an eyebrow.

Peter faked innocence, "What powers? What are you talking about? Do you see something strange here? Nothing anybody would believe if you told them..." he said very quickly, before zipped between Charles and Logan to the Pac-Man machine across the room, that was obviously stolen. "So, who are you? What do you want?" he asked.

"We need your help, Peter," Logan stated briefly.

"For what?" he quickly asked back, keeping his eyes glued to the game screen.

"To break into a highly secured facility...and get someone out,"

"Prison break? That's illegal you know..." Peter chuckled back, looking at the middle aged men who were apparently planning to do something worse than all of his crimes combined.

"Um..." Logan looked around the room at all the stolen items filling the room, which were mainly TV's and Twinkie boxes that still had price tags on them. Logan turned back to look at Peter who was still playing his game. "Well, only if you get caught,"

"So, what's in it for me?" Peter asked, keeping his eyes glued to the game screen.

"You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon," Charles informed, taking off his sunglasses to wipe his eyes.

This promise piqued Peter's interest, he stopped playing the game and turned around to face them.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Peter questioned.

"Because we're just like you," Logan said plainly, keeping his arms folded.

"Show him," Charles told Logan.

Logan raised his fist up, slowly, three bone claws poked through his skin and grew between his fingers.

Peter grimaced before nodding, "That's cool, but disgusting,"

~~~x~~~

"Built in 1943, the Pentagon is the world's largest office building," The tour guide began her routine. Charles, Hank, and Logan walked together in a large tourist group. "Housing more than 25,000 military employees stretched out over six million square feet,"

"Where's the bathroom?" a little boy near the front asked.

"He always need to pee!" the little boy's sister groaned.

"Well, lucky for you, you'll have plenty to choose from. The building was constructed during the segregation so..."

Logan and Charles quickly slip away from the tour guide, throwing their visitor's passes in a bin at the bottom of the stairs they went down. While Peter went away earlier to break Erik out. Hank stayed with the group and as discreetly as he could, pulled out a small a radio monitor twisting a couple switches—to interfere with the security camera signals. When activated, it would cut all the signals in the Pentagon, canceling the security footage and show Sanford & Son on the screens.

Logan and Charles climbed several flights of stairs until they finally reach door to the Pentagon kitchen. Signaling for Hank to set off the fire alarm sprinklers causing water to sprinkle down on the staff and them. Charles began speaking right away.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, this is a Code Red situation. We are evacuating the entire floor...so that my associates and I...can, uh, secure the prison..." Charles finished, and Logan sent him a 'what the hell?' look, but all the kitchen staff immediately left, leaving only two guards to deal with.

"Who are you?" One of the guards asked, advancing on them.

'We're special operations, CB...FB-CID..." Charles was getting flustered. "Perhaps you didn't hear me when first I spoke...but it is imperative that you understand... we're in a complete lock down situation. We have to get you to the third floor..."

Logan getting frustrated with Charles' rambling, rolled his eyes before taking charge of the situation. He walked forward to the guards, grabbing a frying pan on his way and punched one guard in his gut before smashing the pan on the other guard's leg then slapping him with it, knocking him out cold. Logan used the pan again on the guard that was doubled over and smashed the pan against his arm, throwing over a cart of food.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you finished?" Logan asked Charles sarcastically.

He stared at him in shock for a few seconds before shaking his head and grabbing the key to the lift from one of the guards.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, looking up to meet Logan's eyes. "I'm just not very good with violence," he declared, as the elevator doors opened.

Revealing someone Charles never thought he'd see again...Erik.

Erik looked at his old friend in shock, "Charles?" he asked in surprise.

Charles looked at him for a second before his face scrunched up, fiery with anger, and he launched a blow into the other man's face. Charles was no fighter though and ended up stumbling into the corner of the lift.

"Good to see you too, old friend," Erik commented, as he wiped at his sore lip. "And walking." He noted.

"No thanks to you!" Charles snarled.

"You're the last person in the world I expected to see today," Erik stated truthfully.

"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to," he informed the man. He quickly advanced on him. "If we get you out of here, we do it my way. No killing," Charles demanded.

Erik nodded unfazed, "No helmet," he said, tapping his head. "I couldn't disobey you even if I wanted," Erik reminded.

"I am never getting inside that head again. I need your word, Erik," Charles pressed.

Erik nodded his head slightly, not knowing the truth that Charles had lost his powers. Once there silent agreement was established between the two of them they turned to walk out of the lift. Before they could even leave they were surrounded by six security guards, aiming their guns at the intruders who broke into the Pentagon.

"Nobody move! Hold it right there!" an officer shouted.

"Charles," Erik called, turning to his friend.

"Don't move! Hands up, or we will shoot!" another ordered.

"Freeze them Charles!" Erik instructed him.

"I can't," Charles admitted bitterly.

Erik's face dropped, looking at his old friend then faced forward with a look of determination. Suddenly, all the metal in the room began to vibrate.

"No!" Charles cried, as the metal rose into the air causing the guards to fire their guns.

Logan held up his hand and his bone claws began to protrude from his knuckles. While Peter put on his goggles and slid on his headphones and began to zip around the room. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion compared to the pace that Peter was moving. He knocked some guards' hats off, poked another one's cheek as he ran along the wall. He set one of the officer's fist right beside his own face, so he'd knock himself out. He pulled a plate out of the air and sent it flying across the room. He gave two men a wedgies and raced back to move the bullets fired from the officers guns from their targets. He raised them slightly above everyone's head and stood back in his place.

Erik was the first to recover from the shock of everything that had just happened. They all looked around in complete confusion. Charles looked at the young man who was smiling at them. Charles made his way through the kitchen and out the door without even a second glance. Erik looked down at Logan's claws for a moment, and followed Charles out.

Logan nodded, "Thanks, kid," he said, patting Peter on the shoulder as he passed.

He grinned and jogged to catch up with everyone. The mutants left the Pentagon building as quickly as they could. Hank stood outside with the car, waiting for them to return. He started the car immediately as soon as he saw everyone, once the five men were seated in the car Hank took off from the parking lot.

"So, that's it then? Right?" Peter asked, looking at the older mutants.

"Still gotta get Claudia," Hank replied, focusing on the road.

"Get?" Erik echoed, before glancing at Charles. "I was wondering why the lovely Claudia was strangely absent from your side," he stated.

Charles' lips formed into a thin line, "It's a long story that I rather not delve into right now," he complained, narrowing his eyes at Erik. "I hope either of you remember seeing her address in the phone book, because I don't," he said.

"Well, that's the thing, I didn't see a Claudia Walker listed," Logan responded, frustration lining his forehead. "We have no way of finding her." He added.

Hank began to shift uncomfortably in the driver's seat which Charles noticed, frowning he slowly leaned forward in his seat.

"What is it, Hank?" Charles asked, sensing something was off.

Hank was most definitely hiding something, and it was setting Charles on edge slightly. Even Logan seemed to pick this up and looked curiously at him.

"Charles..." Hank called. "How angry would you be if I told you I had Claudia's address...for several years now?"

Chapter Five: A Summer Place

[lynxtu]

Max0r’s Incorrect MGSV summary from memory

This was all written without rewatching the video during the process of reciting

Metallic Gear Sold V is a game that premiered in theaters in 2016.

Written by His Day Old Coat Jim Mom.

And like the developers, I did not finish the game all the way.

This game follows the chronicles of Large Manager after his mercenary army was blown up by the Iluminati, led by Emo Jim Carrey’s the Mask.

Tasked only with revenge and the rebuilding of his private army the Chief of Considerable Size must face the supernatural in order to prevent The Son of the Mask from being made.

But the biggest challenge of our Hefty Captain is waking up from a coma, a battle which he struggles with for nine years.

Until now...

You start to wake up from your coma and the nurse freaks out.

She goes to get your doctor and he’s just like

“No problem bro we already know what’s wrong with you.

You’ve got enough holes to make a SpongeBob cosplay.

You also have more brain damage than Logan Paul.

You would have an arm, but there was like a famine eight years back.

I don’t know why you’re freaking out.”

Due to being in imminent danger from the Illuminati you decide to redesign your face  by turning up the sliders as far as they can go.

This produces a half-spring abomination who loves Fortnite.

“Just look how beautiful you are!”

[Doctor dying, kicking Snake out of the bed and Quiet aiming a gun at him]

“Bitch I wanna piggyback ride- OH FUCK”

“She’s doing the crab walk but do not worry I have a PLAN”

“AAAAGH!” [Sunburnt Assassin“Quiet” defenestrates herself]

So this pyromancer named Ishmael comes and picks you up,

only he doesn’t help you.

At all.

He just WATCHES.

[Insert Sped up Snake flailing his arms while crawling, making tables and trash cans falls]

“Bro what′s taking you so long?”

After flopping around you stumble into a floating kindergartener by accident then DIE.

“You ever seen Fantastic Fucking Four It’s a great movie take my word for it don’t watch it just take my word for it” “My enemies have activated this watering mechanism I am once again foiled by my enemies’ geniuses”

You hide after escaping from the Human Torch

YOU’RE GOING TO BRAZIL

It turns out the Illuminati’s after you and they ain’t taking chances.

You try to hide in a crowd which is a genius maneuver.

And the Human Torch shows up again for no reason-

[I don’t even know what the Man on Fire says here]

“Take this!“

“You bitch you fucking stupid what did I say”

[Man on Fire explodes, Ishmael shoots a sprinkler]

“Holy shit my enemies are fucking geniuses how could I’ve predicted this-“

Then you leave the building.

The stealthy way. [Snake shoots guards from behind]

But not before having the way being blocked by a psychic child

...

“Why the fuck are you guys all holding your guns sideways that doesn’t make you look cool at all-“ [Interrupted by Gunfire]

“Alright fuckers I see how it is,

I guess I’m just gonna have to sit here and

fart really, really, loudly

so you’ll stop shooting me.”

[fart reverb and more death]

“You’re fucking next Snake I see you hiding in the corner like a baby bitch come the FUCK out.”

You then get an astonishing 4 seconds of gameplay before cutting to the next scene

“Oh what the fuck now?!”

AAAAGH!

[Windows “:(”]

[Tank backs up, seemingly retreating]

“Now Snake, it’s just me and you-!”

[Tank rams the Man on Fire and Snake exits the building]

“I’m getting real tired of throwing up, Snake!”

[Man on Fire Explodes, Snake wakes up]

“Now Snake not a single thing can interrupt us-”

Playtime’s up!

“Get in!”

“Oh you’ve fucked up now Snake”

So you drive away poorly.

Very poorly.

[Venom Snake unbuckles his seatbelt, and falls]

You get out of the wreckage and your friend Ocelot shows up and is just like 

“we gotta gooo”.

You travel through multiple oceans to Afghanistan on horse without even asking a single question.

“You think robot arms come for fucking free, Snake? You’re my bitch now. I brought you here to rescue like an angry guy  he’s got one arm or something go get him, dude.”

The year is 1984 and the Soviet Union has invaded Afghanistan

and it’s up to Giant General to put and end to their plans

Я люблю Советский Союз YA lyublyu Sovetskiy Soyuz (I love the Soviet Union)

“AAAAAH AAAAAH!”

Does anyone wanna continue this?

Do it from memory don’t do it while watching the video that’s cheating

[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction || Nipple Kink [M]

WARNING: The following piece of writing contains sexual descriptions if you’re underage

For the love of all that is Holy if you’re like Jungkook or your partner is like the Jungkook one please dear god do not use kitchen oil, or olive oil or fucking baby oil for it because you can/will contract a water infection, or another kind of infection if that shit gets inside of you so PLEASE DEAR GOD (first of all don’t take sex advice from smut written on tumblr, explore your desires on your own and/or with a partner) use oils that are SPECFITCALLY designed for sex or sexual acts. PLEASE! I don’t know how else to stress that.

Seokjin:

It was no secret to you that Jin had a nipple kink since he was always sucking on your nipples whenever you were alone, or just playing with your breasts whenever he got the chance and sometimes it wasn't even sexual he just wanted to touch you or be intimate to you without necessarily being inside of you. But tonight was different, he'd been excited about something all week and now it was the weekend he was finally going to show you what he was excited about.

"Jin," You giggled as he walked into the bedroom carrying melted chocolate in a small bowl and a giant can of whipped cream under his arm he had a giant smirk across his face too,

"What are you doing?" He kicked the door closed behind him and got onto the bed next to you putting the bowl down onto the beside table and telling you to remove your shirt and get ready.

"I saw it somewhere-"

"You mean a porn site." You laughed as his ears started turning red but he continued talking to you about what he'd seen online somewhere not admitting that it was in fact, a porn site, that food play would be good for the bedroom and he wanted to combine his two favourite things. Your nipples and food,

"F-Fuck." You whispered as the warm melted chocolate hit your hard nipple and then the cold whipped cream being squirted onto the other, you would be lying if you said it didn't feel good already and he smirked bending down and sucking the chocolate off from them, swirling his tongue around your tits as you through your head back into the pillows as he continued to massage the other one in his hands,

"You enjoying this too Jagiya?" He smirked biting down onto your nipple and tugging at it as you whimpered out his name your hands finding their way into his hair and pulling at the black strands making him let out a breathy groan.

"Jin it feels good." You moaned out as he moved onto the breast with whipped cream covering it repeating the same process as he had done with the chocolate. Sucking and cleaning them while massaging the other and getting ready to apply more chocolate to you.

Yoongi:

"Yoongi, I'm bored." You whined out as you laid on the sofa in his studio, he looked over his shoulder at you to see you laying there in nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of leggings. It was a Sunday which meant you were hanging out in his studio together, something you did every Sunday,

"Are you wearing a bra?" He asked as he stared at your body, your hands covered your breasts and you shook your head at his question.

"I think I know a way to keep us entertained baby," He got up from his desk and left the room, returning a couple of minutes later with a cup full of ice.

"Yoongi?" You questioned as he lifted your legs up and sat down placing your legs back down over his lap, he lifted your shirt up and smirked at you.

"Y-Yoongi someone could-" You let out a moan before you could even finish your sentence, he'd taken one of the ice cubes and had started rolling it around your nipple to get it hard while he fondled the other one in his hand looking up at you as you tried your best to hold back little whines as gasps from the pleasure the ice was giving you.

"Does that feel good?" You nodded unable to form a fully functioning sentence and he smirked up at you switching breasts and taking your already cold hard nipple into his mouth and began to cool it with his mouth, tugging on it and sucking to make your head roll back against the arm of the sofa.

"Yoongi." You whined as he continued to switch from nipple to nipple paying close attention to the way your body reacted whenever he did so. He took an ice cube into his mouth and began dragging it around your nipples that way and you moaned out his name a couple of more times until there was a knock on the door. You sat up and the ice was placed back into the cup on the table while Yoongi went to see who was disturbing you both.

Hoseok:

"JIMIN YOU'RE GOING DOWN!" You screamed throwing a water balloon at him from behind a wall in their back garden, it was one of the hottest recorded days in Seoul so you and the boys decided that it would be a great idea to have a giant water fight in the back garden. Getting balloons, water guns and the sprinkler ready for it,

"Hoseok? What are you doing?!" You asked as he picked you up from behind and began carrying you into the house, the boys were so lost in their own game they hadn't even noticed you being taken away and into the house.

"Fuck look at you." Hoseok groaned pushing you through to the downstairs bathroom where he put you against the door and locked it, you looked down and noticed the white shirt you were wearing was turning practically see-through thanks to the water you'd been hit with.

"I just need one taste." You nodded at him and he pulled the white shirt off your body throwing it somewhere in the room and taking your right breast into his mouth sucking and swirling his tongue around the erect nipple and using his thumb and index finger to tug and play with your left nipple. Your hands went into his brown locks and you let out little whines of pleasure whenever he would suck and pull on your sensitive nipples, Hoseok had always loved playing with your tits and you weren't going to stop him since it always felt so good.

"H-Hobi." You stuttered out when you heard the rest of the boys all coming in from their water fight but he wasn't going to stop he pulled away for a couple of seconds to turn the shower on before pulling you towards it and stripping you out of the rest of the clothes. The night was far from over with him and he wasn't going to stop pleasuring you until you begged him to stop, he'd needed you all day.

Namjoon:

You swatted Namjoon's hand away as you felt it creeping up your shirt for the fourth time in the last ten minutes,

"The boys are here." You whispered so only he could hear you, the boys had all gone around to your apartment to have a chill night in but Namjoon's mind was somewhere else the entire time, he found himself staring at your breasts through the thin tank top you were wearing.

"You know what you do to me." He growled in your ear pressing his hard-on against your thigh and biting down on your ear lobe making you hold back the whimper that was attempting to escape. You knew what he was getting at. You'd recently gone to get your nipple pierced and ever since he'd been obsessed with sucking on your nipples, any chance he had he would do it and you didn't mind, but right now you were in front of the boys and didn't want them to see Namjoon sucking on your nipples.

"No." You whispered to him using all the strength you had in your body to tell him no, you got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen to get some more popcorn for you and the rest of the guys thinking it would end the needy Namjoon that had been sitting beside you. You were wrong less than two seconds after you left the room he followed you pressing his hard-on against your ass as you leant against the kitchen counter,

"Just one little taste?" He whispered making your legs weak and your stomach flip.

"N-Namjoon they could walk in any minute." He groaned at you and turned you around not hearing a no he lifted your shirt up to expose your breast.

"No bra? You're really testing me tonight." He smirked taking one nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, using his hand to massage and tug on the other one. Your head rolled back hitting the cupboard behind you and he smirked around your nipple, nibbling on it before switching breasts and paying attention to the other one, his tongue and the metal bar were giving you the pleasure was making your legs shake, nothing compared to what he would normally do if you were alone but you were sure if he did this long enough you could cum like that without him even touching your throbbing core.

He pulled away once the microwave was done and smirked at you as you whined out for him to touch you again, he pulled your thin tank top down and kissed your forehead,

"The boys are here Jagiya." You glared at him as he walked back into the living room carrying a bowl of popcorn with a smile across his face so you followed behind him deciding payback was going to be a bitch.

Jimin:

When you had agreed to go on holiday with the boys you thought they would pick a warmer climate to go to but it turned out they all wanted to go somewhere cold, and snowy where they could spend most of their day's snowboarding and you would spend all of your day's curled up in front of the fireplace reading a book you had packed.

"Just come out once, you'll love it," Taehyung said as he tried to convince you to go out and have a snowball fight with them, you closed the book and got up from the armchair.

"If I get hit by one snowball I'll cry...But I'll build a snowman." You said as you grabbed your coat and headed outside of the cabin to get ready when you were hit with six snowballs all at once.

"That's it!" You yelled jokingly running back into the house and going to sit in front of the fireplace, all you heard was laughter before the door to the cabin shut.

"It was just a joke baby." Jimin laughed coming over to you and staring at you, you were about to reply when you noticed his eyes were focused on your breasts. Nothing new for Jimin but he seemed transfixed on them,

"You're nipples." He mumbled staring at them and licking his lips, you smirked getting up from the floor and taking his hand in yours pulling him towards the bedroom where you pulled the shirt from your body to reveal your rock hard nipples from the snow that had hit you.

"You like?" You asked staring at him, he'd never expressed a nipple kink to you before but you could tell by the look on his face that was what was going through his mind, you cupped one of your breasts and began massaging them but he took over for you, taking one in his hand and the other in his mouth sucking and tugging on the hard nipples making you moan out his name as he did so.

"Shit Jimin, I d-didn't know you liked them this much." He moaned out around them and pulled away continuing to massage them as he spoke,

"I didn't until now." He attached himself once more and continued to suckle on them making you let out little whines as he laid you down onto the bed.

Taehyung:

You'd been depriving Taehyung of sex for the last two weeks since you went and got your nipples pierced and you wanted it to be a secret for him as a little surprise since he had always expressed his love for your nipples and having a nipple kink.

"What's this?" Taehyung asked one night as he found you applying a cream to your nipples, you turned around to see him and he smirked as you covered your body from him.

"I thought we'd gotten past being shy baby." You blushed at him and dropped your hands away to reveal the percings that you had gotten done and his mouth fell open as he saw what you had been hiding from him,

"Shit baby." He groaned rushing over to you and taking your breasts into his hands and looked at them,

"Can I?" You nodded knowing they were healed and were okay for him to touch and play with now

"When did you get them done?" You smirked as he attached his mouth to one nipple and playing with the other, spinning the small metal bar around sending pleasure through your body as he did so.

"S-Shit, two weeks ago." You whimpered as he continued to suck on your nipple tugging on it before switching breasts and doing the same to your other one,

"I bought something else too." You whispered going over to the bedside drawer, he watched as you reached inside and pulled out nipple ring clamps and he smirked at you,

"I can't switch them over for another four weeks but I figured you'd want to see them now." He growled at you coming over and attaching himself onto your nipple yet again, moaning out his name you rolled your head back and put your hands in his hair never wanting it to stop.

Jungkook:

Jungkook came into the room with a small black bag in his hands and he was surprised to see you home from work already,

"Kookie? What's that?" You asked as he tried to hide the bag behind his back but it was too late you'd already seen it and wanted to know what was inside.

"N-nothing." You got up from the bed and walked over to him, taking the bag from his hands and emptying the contents onto the bed behind you. A bottle of flavoured love oil, soap and some lube was laying there and you looked at him knowing what they were for, he'd talked to you about his nipple kink before and you told him you wanted to indulge in it as well.

"You want me to get oily baby?" You giggled at him as you picked up the sex oil that he'd gotten and showed him the bottle he had picked up, he'd clearly done his research because it was the kind safe for sex. You stripped out of your shirt and bra before opening the lid and pouring it onto your breasts and nipples before staring at Jungkook with puppy dog eyes.

"Do I have to do this by myself." He was no longer blushing anymore, he was massaging the strawberry flavoured oil into your breasts and took one into his mouth sucking on the nipple and making you moan out his name as you fell back onto the bed.

"Fuck Kookie." You giggled as he continued to hungrily suck and play with your nipples, moaning out around you whenever you would tug on his hair and moan out his name from the pleasure he was giving you.

Again please for the love of God do you research before using any kind of oil, lube or other products on your skin.

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Duke Thomas VS The "Good Child" Stereotype Chapter Three

Wooo! Chapter Two (not including the prologue) is up now for my @dukethomasbigbang fic! Today's art is by @a-sketchy-character and you can find the glorious piece HERE

thx again to my betas @queerbutstillhere & @theycallme-ook

Today has a special thanks to @batgirls-appreciation who dropped out as a beta, but this chapter couldn't exist without her!

Summary:

Duke pursed his lips, not quite sure why Cass had come down to the basement, only to look into his soul, shrug, and leave. But that didn’t matter right now. As Bruce would say, “The mission comes first.”

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Duke frowned down at his empty pad of paper, trying to brainstorm. It had been a mere twelve hours since the failed Rick Roll (though, the Rick Roll itself wasn’t a fail. Duke would be daydreaming about the chaos for years to come), and the day shift bat was itching for a way to make up for it.

Alas, the creative juices were not flowing that day. Duke had tried everything - taking a walk, training, meditation, writer’s sprint, and even resorting to watching prank compilations on YouTube. But nothing worked. So, he found himself watching the target Bat - Bruce - in his “natural habitat.”

Also known as the living room, mid lecture.

“But I don’t know what I did!” Tim pleaded desperately, trying to convey to Bruce his confusion.

Bruce shook his head. “No, you do, Tim. Dick told me you all will appeal to my affection to get out of the consequences for your actions -” wow, Duke remembered Dick using that exact tactic just yesterday, and it worked - “So I will not allow you to shirk the punishment.”

Tim groaned. “This is tyranny! I’m an emancipated minor, I don’t need to deal with this.”

“Actually, yes you do. You will be doing chores for Alfred for the next two weeks, and you aren’t allowed to run off to Mount Justice.”

“Then at least tell me what I did wrong!” Tim cried, throwing his hands up in the air. Bruce rubbed his temples, then glanced briefly at Duke.

“You know what you did, and how it affected those around you. And you’re grounded because of it. No room for arguments. Now go work on the sprinklers, Alfred has mentioned they’ve been finicky.”

Tim scoffed and stalked out, soon after followed by Bruce.

Duke considered relocating as well - he couldn’t very well observe Bruce if said wild furry wasn’t present. But something about that conversation that sent a light shiver up Duke’s spine, some small spark of inspiration.

An idea began to form in his mind, and Duke smiled slowly.

*****

“For all Bruce’s waxing poetic on the merits of high tech stuff, this pipe organization is seriously ancient,” Duke muttered under his breath as he glanced from the blueprints he had secured to the mess of pipes and spigots and nozzles in front of him.

Though to be fair, this wasn’t the Batcave. Duke was in the basement of Wayne Manor - yes, he was just as surprised to find they actually had one of those that wasn’t dedicated to the dark and mystique training of Gotham’s Protectors. And impromptu Mario Kart challenges, because as Tim had once told Duke “We all know that’s the real reason Bruce got a giant computer setup.”

Duke cursed softly under his breath when he dropped a wrench that began to clang around in the messy cage of metal. He set the blueprints aside atop the gallons of paint he had chosen, and reached around and down to get the wrench. When he came back up, he found himself face to face with his sister Cassandra.

Oh shit, Duke thought, as he tried to figure out how to cover for what he was doing in the plumbing of the Manor.

Cass squinted at him and, not for the first time, Duke felt like he was an onion trapped beneath her gaze, slowly being peeled back layer by layer till the young woman before him knew every little detail about him. Every thought or plan he ever had.

Duke began to sweat, unable to keep his panic under wraps. Cass was scarier than Bruce, that was just a fact.

Cass tilted her head a fraction of an inch, and Duke thought he was a dead man. But, much to his relief and confusion, Cass shrugged and turned. She walked lightheartedly out of the basement and to the stairs, whistling tunelessly as she went.

Duke pursed his lips, not quite sure why Cass had come down to the basement, only to look into his soul, shrug, and leave.

But that didn’t matter right now. As Bruce would say, “The mission comes first.”

*****

As all members of the Wayne family knew, the Library was one of the best places, period. Aside from the living room which was always a mess of pillows, bean bags, inflatable dinosaurs, spare semi-automatic weaponry and knives, the Library was the most personal room in the expansive home that was the Manor. Sure, it was cleaner and home to fewer surprise nerf gun fights, but It still had an air of warmth about it. It was the place that they would go to to rest after a difficult patrol. Where you could find Jason reading some book in a corner, Tim busy with WE work at the large table, Damian trying to teach Alfred the Cat and Titus to read picture books, Cass and Steph trying to be subtle about making out (though to be fair that was only half the time, other times Cass was working on reading with Steph helpfully giving her guidance). Dick would always be trying to decide what to read and but he would never actually succeed, Bruce would sit in his tall armchair in the corner overlooking every small detail of his children with a not-quick-smile-but-pretty-darn-close on his face.

Duke himself also had his own spot that he would work on writing poetry, or just surf Tumblr. It was a window seat at the far side of the library which was technically big enough for three people, but Duke had a strict policy that it was his and his alone and no he totally wasn’t bullied by Cass that one time to snuggle. Why on Earth would you ever consider such a thing?

It was in this spot now that Duke was situated, though he was not alone. Titus - yes, Damian’s dog - was draped across his lap. Now, Duke didn’t mean to steal his little brother’s pets, but it just happened. Titus was in need of snuggles or belly rubs when Damian was away with Jon or on patrol at night, and Duke just happened to be the only one that said canine could bully into granting him.

Thankfully, like all bats were, Duke was a multi-tasker. He wasn’t put off by having to scratch a dog behind the ears whilst simultaneously checking the twelve blinking dots on his laptop screen that represented his family members.

Duke stared intensely at the diagram of the Manor as all the dots slowed down and finally stayed in their predetermined positions. Huh, Tim was right. Stalking family members did pay off!

The dots suddenly stopped blinking, and Duke snapped out of his self congratulations. It was go time . He switched windows, then quickly pulled out his phone and pressed a button.

There were several screams that echoed throughout the ancient halls, those screams spoke of terror and surprise, and passed along the message that something was very, very wrong in the world. The status quo had been broken, and there was no returning from this.

Duke smirked down at his computer, where a dozen different squares displayed camera footage of the real time happenings of the Manor. Said footage was showing several members of Duke’s family drenched in paint. The same paint that Duke had meticulously divided and poured into the ceiling sprinkling system that the Manor had for some totally-not-plot-related reason. The same paint which had been primed and ready to be sprayed out of the spigots coating each bat with the perfectly calculated, even layer.

The paint had just finished being deployed, and yet several people were for some reason trying to fight it off like it was an attacker. Duke noticed that the swinging of bo staffs, AK-47’s and katanas were altogether unsuccessful. Honestly, the people who were standing completely still in shock, or who were trying to shake off the paint were having much better luck.

But then everyone finally realised that they weren’t being sprayed anymore, and a collective sigh spread out across the Manor. The onslaught was done, and they could finally gather together and grab the pitchforks to hunt down the responsible party.

It was then that the glitter was deployed.

The chaos immediately multiplied tenfold, and the screams sounded up again. The air was filled with the sparkly dust that was way too thin to swat away. (No, Duke totally didn’t spend extra time researching to find the world’s finest glitter)

Duke was outright laughing at this point, so hard that he almost fell off the window seat. Titus barked suddenly, and Duke sobered enough to get back upright and watch the finishing up of the chaos. He had to admit, this felt wonderful. If he had to describe his current state of thrill in two words, he would have admitted that he felt altogether too close to the Hellmo Meme.

Unfortunately, Duke was not Stephanie, and ran out of glitter eventually. The vents stopped blasting the film of fairy dust, and the bats were given a reprieve.

Though the break was short lived, as just then, Bruce’s loud bellow sounded throughout the giant house.

“ALL OF YOU GET IN HERE!”

Duke chuckled as he scooched Titus over and set his laptop to the side so he could get up. This was all working perfectly! He’d arrive at Bruce's interrogation completely free from all paint or glitter, which would immediately prove his guilt. And if that didn’t work, then he supposed he could outright confess. But that wasn’t the point of this. The point was for Bruce to come to the conclusion on his own.

He walked down the hall, completely carefree. So happy and confident in his own abilities that he never even noticed that Cassandra’s paint or glitter didn’t go off. That she wasn’t even present where the tracker he had subtly placed on her earlier that day said she was.

*****

Duke hummed to himself as he skipped along the carpet, past the antique vases and random finger paintings, past the drawing rooms and bathrooms, and towards Bruce. All was quiet.

Though that began to trouble Duke, as he got closer to one of the rooms which was very special. It was where Cass had been situated, playing with Selina’s cat Isis, for the past hour. Now, Cassandra was quiet, sure. But not that quiet. And besides, wouldn’t the cat be screeching right about now? Cass didn’t seem like the person to give a nerve hit to an animal just because it was being loud ( cough Jason cough ).

He slowly entered the room and looked around, but was surprised to find it completely empty. Not just of girl and cat, but of paint and glitter too.

“You were mistaken.”

Duke whirled around to find Cass sitting in an armchair, wrapped in shadows, and stroking Isis in a manner not altogether different from that of an Evil Mastermind™.

“Uh…” Duke replied, “about what?”

Cass smirked, and Duke felt a shiver run up his spine. “Actions have consequences. ”

Duke frowned. Wait, what? He glanced around again, trying to figure out what Cass meant. On a surface level he understood, but there was something about the way Cass was eyeing him that told him something else was up.

The only thing he could find that was out of the ordinary, however, was the camera he had placed just yesterday. Huh, now that he thought about it, he was at just the right angle to see it. Which meant he was in direct view of the camera itself. Pretty darn to close to where he had been planning Cass would stand, actually.

Then a faint spitting noise came from above him.

Oh.

*****

Duke trudged forlornly into the room where the rest of the bats - except Cassandra, who had disappeared after the glitter had deployed onto Duke - had gathered. He was one of the last to arrive, muttering curses under his breath, so all eyes were on him as he opened the door and joined them.

Though that also meant that Duke could see them. He had to admit, that as disappointed as he was, it was still hard to keep a grin from spreading across his face. Boy, he had done a great job with color coordination, hadn’t he?

Bruce was front and center, covered in a dark gray paint which had the sheen of yellow glitter. Dick had black paint completely covering him (much more than Duke planned. Did Dick roll in the stuff?) along with blue glitter. Jason had both red paint and glitter on him. Tim had started off with a lighter colored paint - this time red - and then the look was finished by black glitter. Damian looked like a small Christmas tree in his green paint and red glitter. Harper had blue paint then covered in purple glitter, both of which were the exact shades of her hair. Duke wasn’t a monster ; he knew how to match colors.

The cousins - both honorary and actually - had also been present. Bette had been appropriately targeted with a flaming orange and gold combination. Kate had black paint and, instead of red, Duke had picked a rainbow glitter for her. From the slight glint in her eye, Duke supposed he had chosen correctly. Jean-Paul had been doused in yellow paint and red glitter, and he honestly looked like a very large and human shaped version of his sword. Luke was covered in silver paint and an electric blue glitter.

Bruce, however, didn’t give Duke a second glance, covered in yellow paint and black glitter (which had been meant for Cass, but honestly, it fit Duke quite well), though he was.

“Good, now we just have to wait for Steph,” Tim remarked, rolling his eyes.

Duke frowned. “What about Cass? She’s here too.”

Everyone gave Duke a weird look. “Uh, no she isn’t. She’s been hanging out with Selina and Babs all weekend.”

“Then your intel is wrong,” Duke countered. “She was just here! I planned on her being here!”

The silence in the room was palpable. Before, where there had been bickering and accusations, the quiet had taken over. Everyone stared at Duke with suspicion in their eyes.

Finally, Duke thought, sighing in relief.

Bruce opened his mouth about to question Duke’s statement when the doors to the room banged open.

“What’s up, Bitches? The Waffle Queen has arrived and looks as fabulous as ever!”

Duke stared, completely amazed that she actually seemed to like the purple on purple combo Duke had picked for her. Oh, yeah, now that he thought about it made perfect sense that Steph was the only one to like this.

“Wow, whoever did this really got my colors right!" Steph continued as she waltzed in and posed in front of everyone, her hip cocked and arm thrown up dramatically.

Bruce’s eyes narrowed, and he began to growl at her. “This is not funny.”

Steph pouted. “What do you mean? I sure think it is!”

Oh boy, she didn’t notice she was digging her own grave, did she? From the looks of the other bats, they shared Duke’s sentiment.

“Stephanie Brown, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Stephanie smirked. “Yup! I look way better than you, you old fur- hey wait! Are you blaming me ?!”

Bruce glared even harder, and Stephanie started to protest, claiming that she was but an innocent victim of these pain-filled proceedings! It was not her fault! Nor was it her fault that she happened to get colors that she liked better than everyone else.

Bruce refused to hear what she said, and told her to go get changed. “You will be cleaning up this whole mess, and no patrolling until it’s done.”

Bruce turned and stalked out, and Steph was left speechless - for once - in the hall. She backed away, seeing the angry stares from the others. The only one who didn’t seem mad at her, was Duke himself. He opened his eyes wide, conveying pity. “I’m sorry,” he mouthed silently.

Instead of being reassuring, however, Steph squinted in suspicion. Oh shit, that probably hadn’t been the best move.

Just moments after Steph left, Jason threw up his hands. “Okay, who wants to have a water gun fight to clean off?”

There were several cheers of assent, but Duke quickly made his own escape at that time. He honestly wasn’t in the mood to get splashed in the face with water. Now was not the time for fun, as the failed prank still hung over him.

Now was the time for plotting.

*****

“Okay, but why on earth do you have a fully functioning sprinkler system in every room?”

“Yeah, Bruce, even for you that’s paranoid! What caused you to think that was necessary?”

“You.”

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Chizuru Town - Killer Instinct

Yoooo, the MC has killed people before Cassell.

“Shouldn’t we hurry?” Even though it was clear that something serious was happening in this Chizuru town, Chu Zihang was only walking ‘somewhat briskly.’ not even a jog. You strolled with him, lightly petting the cat who was nestled tight in your arms. The air was still warm with early summer. The two of you looked like a boyfriend and girlfriend out for a stroll at night and wouldn’t have turned any heads. Were it not for the circumstances it might have been romantic. But your heart held no room for any sort of romantic feelings at the moment. You just wanted to feel safe.

“We need to save our energy. And I wanted to ask you. What’s your connection to the Lenin?”

You glance up at him. “I guess I do owe you an explanation don’t I?”

“Not really. Truthfully, I'm just curious. It pertains to the mission, but only Caesar needs to know. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” His voice was quiet.

As you continue to walk, you suddenly notice that the sky seems brighter than normal. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the power outage in Chizuru, the stars had started to become visible in greater and greater numbers. Perhaps in an hour or so, the sky would start to appear like the one over your old home.

“Looking back, it was truly a dreadful place where I came from. But it was home. It was beautiful in a lot of ways. Life was hard, but that made any level of joy and happiness so secret and special.” Smiling faces float into your vision, one by one, like an old photo album.

“The Lenin came by to resupply the port every Christmas. We always looked forward to it.” Your steps slow to a crawl. “It’s just as Chisei said to you. The Lenin made a stop in a nameless port in Siberia after which it took the dragon from the port and the port was burned. That was the last time I saw the Lenin, until today.”

“Why was the port burned?”

“It wasn’t… just that the port was burned, Zihang. It was bombed. There were people shooting at us from helicopters.” You couldn’t keep the tremble out of your voice.

“The scarring then… you were shot. Was that when it happened?”

“Huh?”

“When you were hurt. I saw the scars. It looked like you were hit by a high powered weapon. A wound that should have been fatal.”

“I wasn’t the only one shot that day… just the only one that survived.” You drop your face to fight the rising sorrow.

“The port wasn’t just burned then. It was specifically to kill the people there. Is that what you’re saying?”

You nod.

“Then I understand Caesar’s words to you much better then. It’s not just the fact of revenge… you’re a witness, MC. You have to live to tell the story. Don’t be so reckless with your life.” Chu Zihang said.

“Senpai, are you caring for me?” You say. “Hmm… what would Little Dragon Lady have to say about that?”

Zihang’s back straightened a little and you flinched internally. But then he relaxes. “I’m not sure if she’s the jealous type. You’re probably fine. After this mission is over, what will you do?”

“Assuming I’m still alive? I honestly… don’t know. I haven’t thought that far.”

“Understandable.” He suddenly stopped walking. A building was being surrounded by cars and motorcycles and from the rumble of the streets nearby, more were on the way. Vans blocked the windows of the first floor and men were making an effort to roll up the security door keeping them from the entrance.

“This way.”

“Is that the Internet Cafe?” You whisper as you’re ushered through the shadows and into a nearby alley. “I thought it was safe!”

He didn’t answer. He was watching people get out of the car with pistols and automatic weapons.

“On my signal… three… two … one…” He darts out of the alley way and sprints behind the people, approaching the building, hiding behind the backs of those in the rear. You follow as quickly as you can into the alley right beside the building. Sure enough there was a side entrance.

Zihang slices off the padlock holding the door closed and it swings open. But no one was guarding here. He motions you inside and you follow him into a narrow corridor. There was no light at all but the moon reflected off the rippling vinyl tile and the shining metal shelving. This seemed to be a storage and maintenance area. Zihang was moving silently and rapidly, not giving you any more instructions. He suddenly paused. There was a vending machine. It was off but Zihang could see what was inside. Clean packaged panties. 

He pointed the sword at the glass and carved a near perfect circle with the tip. Your jaw drops. Was Zihang seriously this sort of pervert? The circle falls from the glass with a quiet tap. And he reached inside. “Here put these on.”

You’re stunned. How could he have known you weren’t wearing … your eyes widen. “You peeked?”

“I couldn’t help seeing when you kicked.” He tossed you the package.

With anyone else you would want to slap their face, and you scowled as you caught the package. “Can’t believe you.”

“It’s not like anything I haven’t seen before. Like I said, I saw your scars.”

“Stop talking!” You hiss. “And turn around. I’m not putting them on in front of you!”

Chu Zihang immediately turns around as you take off your shoes and set the cat down.  Kitty darts under the vending machine as soon as he’s on the floor. Your embarrassment isn’t warranted. It wasn’t his fault but still, you can’t believe he saw that! But when you’ve got one leg in, he starts to run without another word, down the hallway, leaving you behind! You rush to finish dressing and slip your shoes back on. When you get to the end of the hallway, you’re suddenly blinded by bright headlights. The intense glare stung your eyes, but not before you caught the dark silhouette of the person standing in front of the car.

You blinked rapidly to clear your vision. There he was standing, in a leather jacket. That broad back. That blond hair. Your heart leaps in your throat. Caesar! He was alive!

But before you can even call out to him, another shadow darted past him.

Your eyes had just adjusted to the brights of the car only for those lights to immediately go dark. The car's front end crashed to the ground, cut cleanly from the rest of the car. You were blinded by the lights and now you’re blinded by their after image. As you’re trying to blink that away, you hear the crash of metal blade on metal blade and then a sharp sounding gunshot! The sparks hit the car and ignited the fuel lines and once again the space was lit up this time by firelight!

Caesar was engaged in a furious battle with an assailant that was taking advantage of the rapid cycling of light and dark. He was moving quickly, parrying every attack. Caesar couldn’t slow down, flinch or make any mistakes. He was pinned.

Without a doubt, this was the elite fighter of this gang, meant to slow Caesar down. The lobby of the cafe was filled with people with guns but they were all watching this man attack Caesar, like it was some sort of ballet performance. 

No one had noticed MC.

You crouch low, like a panther stalking in the dark, prowling around the chairs that were propped up on tables. You reach the man at the very end of the wall closest to you. His eyes were fixed on the fight. The speed of the two combatants was similar and their strength was almost equal. It was now a competition of swordmanship and endurance. Who could be perfect the longest. It was quite the nailbiter. 

You leap up and wrap your legs around the unsuspecting young man’s waist and your arms around the man’s throat. By compressing the arteries in his neck, he’s unconscious in a mere second! Then you grab his gun. You immediately point the barrel of the gun up towards the ceiling and fire it at the sprinkler system! The combo of the smoke and the damage to the nozzle sets off the entire system and soon everything and everyone is drenched in the heaviest down pour they’ve ever experienced! The fire on the car goes out and the hall is full of shouting. They’re waving their guns and looking for the target! Caesar dove behind a thick heavy wood receptionist counter and you take the gun and follow him in the dark and wet confusion.

"Is it necessary to fight even now? Stop when you recognize me, okay?" Chu Zihang yelled. 

"Damn, how can I be sure it's you? I can't see clearly! It wasn’t like I was practicing. If I stopped you would take my head off!" Caesar yelled. 

"Internal conflicts will be resolved when we escape! Unity! Unity!" Lu Mingfei also yelled. 

“Caesar! You’re okay! I’m so glad you’re okay!” You didn’t care what they were going on about. Your voice brought Caesar around to look at you. His smile was bright but then he looked appalled. He quickly took off his jacket and covered over your white button down that was soaked with sprinkler water and rendered completely transparent. Chu Zihang had given you a pair of panties but not a bra.

“Zihang! I thought I could trust you to take care of her and you’re letting her walk around like an exhibitionist!”

Lu Mingfei’s face was completely flushed. “I didn’t see! I didn’t see!”

“We have more important things to think about! Duck!” Caesar grabbed the back of your neck and forced you to the floor.

It would have been nice for everyone happily to come back from the dead, but there was no time for pleasantries and hugs ...... they heard the sound of short-barreled shotguns being loaded in droves. 

The sound of gunfire was deafening, and the barrage of bullets came overwhelmingly.

"MP7! Lie down!" Caesar yelled. 

Caesar knew the power of such rounds all too well. two seconds after he pulled you and Lu Mingfei down, dense bullet holes appeared in the wall opposite you. The MP7 penetrated the wood and still had energy to pierce the wall. 

"You can't look at them as ordinary punks, they're here to kill us!" Chu Zihang lay on the ground, not daring to look up. "Very well prepared!" 

“Don’t compliment them, Zihang!” You scream. 

All you can think is that the people from Black Swan Bay had come back. They’ve come back to kill you. They’ve realized you’re a witness to Black Swan Bay and they’re here for you! You have a gun in your hands and you can fire back, but it was nothing compared to this level of pressure. They were cheering and reloading, confident in their win. You look up at Caesar. He was wearing a dangerous smile. The wood was turned to splinters but the marble countertop was still intact. He casually tipped the marble counter so it laid more on its edge.

 The boys screamed with excitement, but the screams were soon replaced by screams of pain as the dense lead bullets bounced off the marble countertop, then bounced off the floor and ceiling, covering the boys from the front, above, left and right. 

Ancient chanting echoed in the darkness, as if ancient bells roared. 

The air instantly heated up and the light was almost like a sunrise. The wall of crimson pushed past to cover the boys. The temperature around them rose to five or six hundred degrees in an instant. The boys felt as if they were staying in the sun. The hot air entered their bodies and could even burn their tracheas! 

The black shadow stood where the crimson wall was born, black and red arcs of light flowing over the circular transparent interface around him. 

The Spirit of Speech- Royal Fire, at the most conservative way to explode with instant heat, not enough that it would kill. The gangsters thought they were unarmed, and they were indeed unarmed, but Chu Zihang himself was a Vulcan cannon! 

The high temperature quickly fell back, Caesar stepped on the blazing ground to pick up the short-barreled shotguns and bullet belts dropped by the mob. You hurry over to join him, looking like a child wearing his jacket. “Caesar… I’m so glad…” You were instantly reminded why you needed to stand behind him. While you were perfectly fine on your own, with just a shrug of his shoulders, Caesar had managed to get back at a room full of gloating loonies.

“Save your words.” He waved a hand. “We have to keep moving.” He kept his voice gentle but every muscle in his body was still taut. “Nice shooting by the way. I’ll put that in my report. Is there anything you can’t do?”

“Die?” You respond immediately with a cheeky grin.

Your answer stops him short and he regards you again with an intense stare. “Remind me to invite you to the Student Union when all this is over. Though I’m sure I won’t forget.”

The boys were badly burned on the surface of their bodies, and now the adrenaline was useless. They were rolling on the ground in pain, and Lu Mingfei rushed over to stomp on these little bastards. The youngest of these guys may only be 16 or 17 years old. The oldest is only in his early twenties, but human life in their eyes is not something that needs to be taken seriously, the problem is that they really chose the wrong opponent. 

More importantly, they were too young to know who you were. They couldn’t be assassins targeting you over Black Swan.

“The high heels are really good for kicking people when they're down.” You quip with a little bit of irritation. Lu Mingfei had no clue how ridiculous he looked in that tight dress and heels kicking a guy with second degree burns. You seriously wonder how in the world he ever got on this team being so completely honorless? You wonder if you should tell Caesar what you know about his feelings toward his fiancee and then you realize that its likely that Caesar already knew and just didn’t care. It’s not like Lu Mingfei was any competition.

“Look down on me all you want. Hmph.” Mingfei shot back. “I’d said I’d stomp them and I won't’ be breaking that promise!”

You’re both interrupted by the roar of motorcycle engines coming closer and closer until the noise makes it impossible to hear! Bright headlights shone into the room and the black motorcycle veered around the broken car. The rider was holding a sword in the air. He opened his mouth and shouted a loud cry then dropped the sword forward.

The roar of the bikes was like the roar of the helicopters over Black Swan Bay. It’s not that you weren’t afraid. It’s just that experience told you that running in this situation was pointless. They’d just catch up with you and shoot you in the back. The only way to escape was to kill your opponent first. You didn’t think of yourself as a killer. Experience had taught you there was no other option.

You lift the gun into your other hand and aim directly at the closest motorcycle rushing at you. He was holding a knife, leering at you but his confidence burst at the sight of the gun in your hand. You aimed it right at the center of the forehead but then the wheel of his motorcycle exploded and the young man went flying off. You pull the trigger but the shot misses completely.

“MC!” Caesar snarls. "Don't clash with the madman! Retreat back the way we came!” 

When you catch up to him, he pulls the gun out of your hands. “If you want to criticize Mingfei, don’t use guns against knife wielders.”

“He was on a motorcycle!” Of all people, you thought Caesar would understand. They were nearly killed just now and he was already resorting to gentle tactics?

“Don’t question me.” He wrapped the rifle’s band around his shoulders. “You’re not getting this back. Let’s go!”

“You’re too stunned to speak. You had imagined that Caesar of all people would understand a true life and death struggle. It seemed only weeks ago that your friends’ blood was being soaked into the snow and you were not going to survive unless the enemy died. You stood next to Renata who wielded the automatic machine gun and mowed down a helicopter, killing those inside.

You have to do this to protect the ones you love.

Caesar, the one who understood so much about you, didn’t understand this.