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1tsjusty0u · 9 months ago

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whats zeldas + link's + the champions' opinions on animals

OK! link and urbosa are huge cat fans. if link saw a cat he would pet it no matter the consequences (unless its someones pet and they state to not pet it). he is a cat man at heart. he also likes dogs but hes more afraid of them due to being Big and also going up to him fast and licking him. urbosa would like dogs more probably, both more than cats and against link. theyre just Neat. zelda isnt really afraid of cats but she just doesnt usually approach them, she likes dogs but honestly she wouldnt really want a pet i think. unless it was like. a fish or a guinea pig. she also would leave dogs alone unless they go up to her. but shes mostly neutral on them Unless its for studying. oh she’d make herself a robot animal honestly. just like as an assistant. i feel like a dog would be too obvious for that? but maybe something like an owl/bird/something she’d have as like. a sixth divine beast almost (though its not for divine/calamity purposes). also she probably wouldnt really enjoy the work that comes from taking care of a cat/dog so. yeag. link may get one but would most likely just visit strays than fully adopt one. plus he cant really look after a pet. urbosa wouldnt have many problems though. mipha and revali arent really the biggest.. fur fans? like i think cat/dog fur would feel weird on miphas scales and on revalis feathers. itd probably be more troublesome for mipha than revali though. so mipha would try to pet a cat but feel sad that she cant because it feels Bad. honestly she could be allergic to them, though i need to think about how sever it would be. revali isnt a fan of most animals, Especially dogs (way too heavy for him + need lots of attention that could be used for Training!!) . revali would probably get like. a low maintenance pet like a fish and then vent all his problems to it and would get So Upset when it dies (which augh yeah fair..). i dont know if mipha would have any pets in general (not even aquatic ones). maybe a plant as a substitute honestly. zelda gifts her frogbit or skunk cabbages (though those smell apparently) and she just takes care of that. daruk .. hm. honestly i dont know if im going to make him scared of dogs/cats/animals? like. hes not scared of birds (some of them frequent the mountain for those berry plants i mentioned in the flower post), lizards hes also not scared of (small and he is Bigger.), the butterflies he likes to look at but once again, no fear. but animals not on the mountain such as deer, boars, dogs, cats and foxes and maybe even herons? hes slightly scared of. also bears. he both respects the concept of a bear and greatly fears the powers of a bear. OH YEAH HORSES. daruk would get used to them eventually. and cows. but its kinda like being afraid of bugs except those animals are less dangerous except for bears. also fun fact with the cups and pottery theres actually stone/sculpted flowers in goron city!!! theres one in yunobos house look

other animals!! horses. link loves horses and his horse is the best to him, urbosa isnt really familiar with horses but she respects them, and she got her own horse when traveling not the desert. mipha revali and daruk dont really use horses (mipha might though more using carriages, she’d most likely utilize the rivers). revali doesnt really care about them, and mipha likes them. zelda having horse problems + link liking them probably has her try to avoid them mostly. she doesnt hate them but she does dislike whenever theyre around. otherwise though i think she’d be interested in how gentle/wild type horses work maybe. probably intersect the horse logic into something else. cows theyre all decent fans of, mipha especially because she can point at a water buffalo and go ‘hey i have those where i live :D!!!!!’, and link would just miss the cows at hateno village and pet the stable animals. boars.. i think theyd think theyre neat. theyre probably the most hunted animal when they do hunt, but usually they dont have too much of an opinion despite the ganon connotations. though link specifically would see it as an omen. not of bad luck or good luck but of Something. urbosa might too honestly. bears, range from Lets Not Interact with it to HELL YEAH BEAR :D. revali would actually like bears because he’s seen them in hebra and they pose no threat to him. link has almost never seen a bear in his life so hes both mildly afraid and BEAR :D. urbosa has heard of bear tales in the gerudo highlands and of bokoblins riding them (which they can do), but othwrwise she would probably stay away from them because she doesnt want to deal with a bear. mipha would have a sweet spot for bears but also avoid them. shes seen like. 1. and they are Big. daruk has already been mentioned. zelda would think bears are neat especially because of how few of them there are. crows!!! sign of many things (apparently the number of crows can mean something?), usually universally meaning Death. daruk isnt too off put by them especially because theres some near the lost woods, urbosa doesnt know about the connotation to death so to her its just ‘cool bird’, mipha is vaguely aware of it however shes never really experienced it. revali is Suspicious of crows due to him only seeing them circling satori mountain and Only that mountain, zelda does her best to . not avoid them but be aware of the superstitions. she wouldnt like the association with death, and she wouldnt like crows as a result. link would Also not like crows, less of the death superstition and more of how they were in the lost woods. to him its more like a sign of bad luck, if they guard something its best to just leave it be. it makes me wonder how theyd view the crows at satori mountain. also the in game description notes that theyre feathers are seen as a bad omen and they also steal crops. nothing much more except because of the crop thing i feel like link would slightly fear them. give them a crop whenever he sees them. foxes!!! just little guys :D. revali would complain that the foxes in hebra are better (blue coats instead of orange and all that jazz), but not much of an opinion overall. post calamity i think link would never really hunt foxes. the noises they make are sad and he sees them frequently to the point theyre like. not friends but friends. goats!!! if one tried to headbutt urbosa she'd try to flip it over, so sometimes thats why they have meat to cook. daruk isnt a fan he doesnt like how it charges at him. mipha is cautious and revali doesnt care. zelda likes them! link has no opinion. wolves/coyotes! urbosa views them as mostly a nuisance. everyones usually ok with killing them which is. kind of sad. actually its a bit funny how wolves are in packs in botw, considering the lone wolf saying. herons! food/pretty. mipha likes how they fly, and zelda is curious on why the pink and grey ones stick together sometimes. and also why theyre ON THE ROAD. meese/moose! Big. scary. mostly feared. RHINOCEROS :DD!!!!!!! zelda would Love these things -

link and mipha would be interested in the horn. revali would like it a lot, its a cool animal in His region. urbosa would be interested in them, especially because they were in hotter regions. daruk just sits back and lets everyone else interact with them. pigeons!! camping friends, theyre chill. i think post calamity link would like to think a pigeon or two would be rhoam watching the plateau in his old areas. he doesnt see pigeons in most areas, after all. rainbow pigeons would interest zelda and revali, and revali would collect their feathers either for luck or for decoration (a different color feather meaning something different), and zelda would just be interested in how/Why its colored like that. daruk thinks theyre neat! otherwise cool but meh to everyone else. (also looked at the wiki AND APPARENTLY THERES A FIREPROOF PIGEON…..). snow pigeons dont really mean anything to everyone else, but to revali theyre a symbol of cleverness/survival. if you see one its thought to mean that camping will be fruitful. theyre calls probably mean something, but it varies. ducks!!! link and mipha like them, for mipha theyre hunting partners, and for link they remind him of hateno, to him its like they visit him. daruk would enjoy them, urbosa wouldnt mind them. revali would like them. zelda also wouldnt mind them. island hawkers!!! revalis favorite animal he Loves to fly with those things. they visit medoh too and circle the village sometimes. mipha would like to watch them, urbosa would get annoyed at their shadows, daruk wouldnt mind them and neither would link, and zelda would like their patterning. seagulls!! for link specifically theyre also an omen, he mostly saw them on the beach/the abandoned ship him and aryll found. he doesnt know what the omen is though. otherwise not much to say besides being food stealing Bastards and mipha would absolutely punch one if she saw it. shes heard of seagull tales…. ALSO post calamity he uses them for fish indicators. not much else. SAND SEALS. urbosa loves them dearly and she makes fun of everyone else for not having them. theyre sledding Pros, and zelda finds them fascinating. mipha is also curious about them because shes heard of seals from the sea, so shes interested if theres a connection!! but also the sledding is a new and weird thing for her. to link theyre like horses but not. traveling buddies, but he still misses his horse……… though dont tell his horse this but he actually really does like the sledding thing. its fun. daruk would try to outrace a sand seal i think, and he likes em! revali would probably just leave them be in all honesty, its just not his thing. i think sand seals would be a sign of Winning if that makes sense. cuccos!! link would hit them three times for eggs and would scare everyone half to death. zelda wants to study their hatred/ability to attack. actually i think she’d do that youtuber thing of putting cuccos against lynels. also revali would have mixed feelings. like on one hand they look so stupid but also a mountain is named after them??? why?? but yeah chicken. fish would also have some significance like salmon for revali, sizzlefin trout being traded from the gorons to the zora, hearty bass being miphas pride to hunt, sneaky river snails being really cool to zelda, frozen porgy being a snack for urbosa, and mipha just. liking crabs. not eating them as zoras dont do that usually? but enjoying their presence. also zelda would catch bugs . alsoalso off topic but theres always a bird motif throughout hyrule castle. this is probably due to their symbol and loftwings and such but i think zelda would have Some kind of feelings towards a specific bird, i just dont know which one…. its more like the stone birds being. not an omen but a reminder of where she is. and a bird similar to the stone ones would freak her out i think

#wreath of the bild #HELLO. aigh #this reminds me i have to fill out my compendium #i should also worldbuild for zelda more honestly

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askthechronoverse · 1 year ago

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Chapter Five: One Step Forward...

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Morning came and Unikitty rushed to the kitchen. She had a plan: Make Rex breakfast and use the time to talk to him. She could get back on track with helping him in no time! The plan fell apart when she saw Rex in the kitchen, looking into his coffee like it held real answers to his problems. In the early morning light he looked so old, so worn out from a forgotten world that failed him so totally. He didn't notice her float into the kitchen until she got close to him. He glanced over and saw the pink cat, but he almost looked through her for the moment. She decided to change tactics. 'See Rex as Rex'. It was easier to do that when he wasn't wearing his dark safety vest, which he wasn't now. He was instead wearing a dark denim vest. His newly built guitar was slung on his back, the strap obscuring the print on the green tank top he wore that looked like a pixel monster of some kind. She took a deep breath. She could do this.

"Hey there." She gave a friendly wave.

"Hey." He didn't look up, but he didn't sound angry or upset. That's a good start.

"How are you?" This conversation felt slow. It was gross.

"Tired, Princess." His short answers troubled Unikitty, but she had to let him be him.

"Did you sleep well last night?" She moved closer, genuinely concerned.

"I tried. Slept for an hour an' a half." He finally looked at her fully. "I have vivid nightmares. Had one last night."

"What was it about?"

"Just the usual for me: I'm in Undar, begging for my friends to come find me. I can't move. I'm unheard, but I can hear laughter in the distance." His eye twitched as he spoke. "But that ain't your concern, Princess. That's just a normal thing for me." He took a tentative sip of his coffee, which was more sugar than coffee.

"I like your guitar. Did you Master Build it?" She gestured to the guitar in question.

"Yeah. It's why I made such a mess last night. I needed parts." He tapped the guitar on the base. "I had to teach myself how to play so I could teach my raptors."

"I didn't even know you played."

"You never asked." He smiled lightly. When he smiled, he looked much younger. "Now. As far as I know, I don't have chores today. What's there to do out here in the Unikingdom?" Unikitty's eyes lit up.

"Are you asking to hang out with me?" She gasped.

"If ya don't make a big deal outta it and want to hang out with me, then sure. Why not?" The man put his empty coffee cup down and adjusted a bright blue handkerchief he had tied around his neck. "This look's gonna take some gettin' used to."

"You look good, though. Green suits you." She waited for Rex to move. She was going to let him set the pace.

"Thanks. I'm tryin' to go for a totally different look." He turned to put his cup away, which looked untouched. She caught a rainbow ribbon behind his R emblem over his heart on his vest, placed to make it look like a comet trail shooting skyward.

"Take time to finish your coffee, Rex!" She put her paw on his shoulder to stop him from dumping the cup.

"Hm. Yeah. That should wake me up." He went back into the position he was in when Unikitty showed up. "Coulda sworn I drank it, but eh." He drank from the mug and stuck his tongue out. "Forgot the sugar." He put the mug down, which didn't have sugar in it. Unikitty tilted her head. She remembered a mound of sugar in that cup before. She looked up at her tired friend, who snatched the sugar and started dumping a lot of it into the cup. He took a tentative sip of the cup.

"I think we both need a nap." She laughed. "Anywho! I was thinking we could walk around Flowery Park. Today's gonna be totally chiiiiill." She loosened up her body to make her point.

"I can handle a chill day." He glanced at the cat out of the corner of his eye. "As long as that poser of a villain doesn't crash the party, it should be chill." He actually finished the drink in the cup this time and washed it, putting it away. "Let's bounce, Princess."

"You don't want to wait for Puppycorn?"

"Nah. Just you and me today. The kid'll have plenty a time to hang with me." He headed for the doorway, Unikitty behind him.

The two headed out of the castle grounds and arrived at the park without another word between the two. The silence worried the princess cat. She just hoped Rex wasn't somehow still mad. He walked a short way down a paved pathway and bent down to put a hand in the seemingly endless sea of pink flowers. He closed his eyes, taking in the smell of the buds in the spring air.

"We didn't have flower fields this deep where I grew up. Most of the place was paved long before I came along." He spoke with a gentleness she wasn't expecting.

"That's really sad. Flowers are so pretty! There should be flowers everywhere!"

"Yeah. We could have used them out in Bricksburg." He straightened up and looked out into the field. "But I think that didn't really fit President Business' ideas for the city. We had a park, but not like this."

"What was Bricksburg like?" The cat was interested in hearing Rex's perspective of the long defunct locale.

"It was fine, I guess. It's nothin' compared to the other places I've been. Too structured for its own good. I get homesick sometimes, but it's gone. Can't go back to it again. Yeah, as a time traveler, I can go back to the time before TAKOS Tuesday and before the Duplon invasion, but maybe it's better to just keep moving forward. Probably the same with you and Cloud Cuckoo Land." He rubbed the back of his head. "By the way, did I ever apologize to you for that? I didn't know Bad Cop put a tracker on me. Still not sure how he did it, if I'm bein' honest."

"It's… It's OK. Like you said: it's better to move forward. I have the Unikingdom now and my brother got out of the place before it sank." When he mentioned her old home, her heart hurt a little. But she was pretty sure both versions of him have now apologized for the sinking of Cloud Cuckoo Land at least once. She looked at her friend's face. That had to be the most minor thing he had to atone for, but it looked like one less weight was on his shoulders. "Do you… regret what happened?"

"You mean the whole Armamageddon thing?" She nodded. "No. I don't regret things I do, Princess. Do I feel some remorse for it? Yeah. But I made a decision an' saw it through 'til the end. I just gotta make sure the next decision I make is a better one. That's all." He put his hands in his pockets. "It's all ya can do in the end."

"What is your next decision?"

"Run with the second chance I was given. I probably should take my vest friend on his offer to go to Syspocalypstar someday, once I know who I really am. Unless you want to get rid of me sooner rather than later."

"Stay here as long as you need to. I said I wanted to help and if finding yourself is what you need, I'll be there for you." The cat grinned. "We don't have a lot of contact with the universe at large, but Batman does sometimes do his laundry here."

"Princess, he is the last guy from my past I'd wanna catch up with. Hope we don't bump into each other soon." Rex picked a flower and held it in his hand.

"What about the others? Who would you want to see?"

"Believe it or not, you are it right now. I really don't want the others to see me like this. I have too much soul searching to do right now." He pocketed the flower. "I wasn't expecting a second chance." For a split second, Rex's face shifted from rough and tired to young and hopeful. His eyebrows are thinner and his stubble was gone. In the blink of an eye, it was back. Unikitty didn't seem to notice this quick change.

"No one really does, Rex. But you sound like you want to make the most of it." The cat headed for a bench by a fountain. "I'm glad you'd want to see me." He joined her on the bench, the ghost of a smile on his face. "I thought I really did blow it with you."

"I think you've been tryin' too hard to fix me, but I know I haven't been the best at full disclosure. Thanks for backing off when I asked, by the way." Unikitty thought she saw an old looking instant camera in Rex's hand, but it was gone before she could comment.

"Of course. I'm not used to giving people space. Not my thing at all. If you need more, let me know. But don't be distant for too long, OK?" She looked at the guitar. "Can you play something for me?" Her tone held a level of skepticism he could actually play and didn't just build a boombox.

"Sure. Any requests, Princess?" He looked around, almost nervously. Was the man who destroyed the universe really that self conscious?

"Do you know something happy?" He laughed a little. He should have known she'd ask that.

"I'll try not to be a downer, Princess." He pulled the guitar to his front and began. The song was still unfamiliar, but it sounded upbeat. It was a jazzier song than the first one she heard, which was what made it fulfill her requirement. Heck, the song lyrics seemed okay at first, the words about someone calling on a radio and feeling fine. She didn't seem to understand the context the song was giving that was far more dire in terms of the world the person was in. He also skipped a darker verse, but she didn't know that. She didn't tell him to stop, so he kept playing after that song was done. The song was far more rock sounding, the lyrics about sailing away and a call to adventure. By this point, a crowd of sentient shapes and objects began to form. The man didn't seem to notice; the only audience in his mind was one of his oldest friends. It was only after he finished before he noticed the crowd.

"Play 'Free Bird'!" Someone shouted from the back.

"Bro! How do ya even know what 'Free Bird' is‽" Rex shouted back. He slowly started to put the guitar back on his back, but all of those eyes were expecting something else. He glanced over to Unikitty, who looked disappointed as well. He sighed. One more wouldn't hurt. He began to play a song about a hotel in a desert. Unikitty was noticing the lyrics a bit better, and it sounded like the person in the song was trapped in the hotel in the end.

"That song didn't seem happy, Rex." She whispered to him when he stopped. He laughed softly.

"I guess I don't know that many happy songs, Princess." He admitted, scanning the crowd. They appeared to be dispersing at this point. "Looks like a good time to leave, don'tcha think?"

"Sure." She got up and waited for her friend to join her. He moved next to her and the two began to head further into town. "You have got to play for the next party I throw! I could even find someone to play other instruments for you!"

"Why not? I may have to learn some new stuff, then." His sparkle matter was strong this time, clearly visible as he spoke. He was happy again, truly happy. Unikitty was happy too, because she helped with that, for the first time since he got here. It was still so confusing that he was able to make sparkle matter, but Doctor Fox was still studying that. "So, where to now, Princess?"

"I can show you a good place to take a nap, if you need one." She replied. "Or we could go to the zoo or something. Up to you."

"I'm used to drinkin' energy drinks all the time. Caffeine alone isn't enough for me to not look tired, I guess." He yawned. "Don't worry about me. Drag me wherever."

"I'm taking you to see Doctor Fox about your lack of sleep. Using coffee and energy drinks to stay awake isn't good, you know." She scolded him just a little.

"I use it to keep my energy up, Princess. I have an image to hold on to."

"What image?"

"Right now, a washer up villainous rockstar. Didn't I tell ya this mornin' I would never get used ta my look?" He laughed. She didn't laugh with him.

"Come on, Rex. I want you to sleep well. Doc'll know how to help that." She sounded concerned for a second, something Rex had only caught her feeling once.

"Alright. Lead the way. If it's gotcha that worked up, let's see the Doc." He really didn't see a problem with the lack of sleep, but he would take an excuse to school Doctor Fox on time travel science. Unikitty grabbed Rex's hand and pulled her friend to the lab.

Doctor Fox was watching something on her computer. Closer inspection showed this was a map of the known universe, from Syspocalypstar to Undar and everything on both sides of the Stairgate. The readings were strange and indecipherable to the princess cat. Rex lifted an eyebrow at the readings, but he didn't get the time to ask about them. "Hey! Doc! Rex was the friend I was asking about before! Can you help him sleep?"

"Actually, before we do that: what's up with the map? That looks like temporal-" Rex was cut off by Unikitty, who jabbed his side.

"You can talk about that when you've gotten some sleep!"

"No, seriously. If that's a temporal reading, something's wrong in Un-!" She jabbed him again.

"We can talk about my experiment later, Rex." Doctor Fox sighed. She looked over to Unikitty. "Did you find the source of his insomnia?"

"He apparently gets vivid nightmares." Rex had wandered to the computer, trying to study the map and readings. The universe looked so different since he had last explored it with lots of new and reformed planets. But the readings were clearly something familiar. Some flashing numbers were seen under the pictorial representation of the Dryar System.

"Unikitty, nightmares are usually the mind's manifestation of fears you have in the waking world. I can see if I can find the cause of his fears and help him confront them with reflection and introspection."

"Boooring! Do you have a sciencey way to help?"

"Pretty sure your bodyguard can do it with no science involved." Rex muttered, trying to adjust the readings on the screen.

"Well… I do have an experiment I've been doing to go into someone's dreams but it's risk-" Unikitty stopped her warning.

"That! Let's do that!" She began to look for the thing to start that process.

"Princess, I'm not entertainin' that idea. Kinda wanna keep ya as a friend." The flashing stopped and he took his hands off the console.

"Rex! If that nightmare is the issue, I need to help you get rid of it. That's what a friend does."

"Look, in another life I probably wouldn't have hesitated to strand you in that place. But I'm tryin' to quit bein' a total piece of crap, so… No, Princess. You are not goin' into my reoccurrin' nightmare where I'm relivin' the trauma that made me who I am today. Doesn't sound like somethin' a friend would do." He turned around, his back to the computer.

"Do you have anything else, Doc?" Unikitty sounded disappointed at the resistance.

"Ask Rex what he wants, perhaps?" Doctor Fox turned to the man. "How would you want to handle this? You do seem more interested in what I was working on, but I do need to concur with Unikitty that sleep is necessary to do science properly."

"I could insult Hawkodile's mother. That's the best way for me to get some real sleep that's totally TV Y7." He shrugged.

"I think we need a solution that won't end in Hawkodile being more unfriendly toward you." Doctor Fox shook her head.

"Can you remove the nightmare from his mind?" Unikitty asked.

"Not without removing the memories of his trauma. That could fundamentally change his personality in a way that could be detrimental." Unikitty gasped.

"Or it would change him ba-" Rex folded his arms.

"What do I keep tellin' you about changin' me like that?" His voice was almost a growl. "I'm tired of explainin' this to you."

"It would be too unpredictable, Unikitty." Doctor Fox was more calm. She started to think. "I don't believe there is an exciting solution, Unikitty. I can try to make something to help him sleep easier, but he has to face his trauma before a nightmare like that could disappear." Unikitty seemed disappointed. The fox turned to Rex. "Are you willing to talk to me about your trauma? I'm not that kind of doctor, but talking to someone could be a way to heal." He shrugged.

"Sure, Doc." He yawned. "Look, ladies. I'm gonna go crawl into a dark corner of the castle and try to take a nap. Doc, if that thing flashes again, call me over." He walked off to his room in the castle, leaving Unikitty alone with Doctor Fox. The doctor began grabbing beekers and bottled chemicals and started mixing things for a sleeping elixir. This left Unikitty alone. She dug through the Doctor's inventions until she found what she was looking for.

They were a matching pair of futuristic looking helmets labeled "Dream Machine" on the shelf of untested equipment. She rushed upstairs with them, undetected by Doctor Fox. She soon approached Rex's door, smiling when she saw it was ajar. She snuck in and saw her friend was sleeping in the bed on top of his covers. He must have been tired to fall asleep this quickly. She just hoped he'd stay asleep long enough to do what she was trying to do. She put one of the helmets on her head and tried to put the other on Rex's. She yelped when he grabbed her arm.

"Princess. I said no. I know that's a new word for you, so I'll define it. It means I don't want you to do the thing." He sat up, his glare turning her heart to stone. "Why is it so important that you see what I spent years livin'?"

"I said I would help. Let me help." Rex rubbed his face with his hand. He knew Unikitty too well. She was giving him a look like she was asking for a treat.

"Fine! You wanna see what built me, go ahead!" He snatched the second helmet. "I know you'll just do it anyway!" He shoved it on his head and settled into sleep after doing some circular breathing to calm down.

The change to Rex's dream was quick. There was only darkness at first, but soon Unikitty was standing on a hard dusty floor. The world around her was drab, blackness with a sliver of light in the distance. She was alone at first, barely moving through the sweltering and noisy air. Her tilting steps made tapping noises on the floor. It didn't take long for the dream to really begin. She could hear screaming approaching where she was standing and soon saw a figure land a distance away from her. She sluggishly moved to the figure and saw a strange sight in the horizon. She saw fleshy looking creatures, a boy and a girl from the clothes they wore. They seemed to be arguing, but the words were lost to the cat. Then, she saw the figure in full as she caught up with it. She gasped.

It was Rex without question, but he was wearing a familiar orange outfit and had much neater and lighter hair. He began to call out to anyone who could hear him, begging for help. She walked right next to him, seeing that he could only sway back and forth. It seemed they both had heavily restricted articulation.

"Hey… It's OK. You're OK." She spoke to the minifigure soothingly, but he didn't seem to acknowledge her. She frowned. Was this really a dream, or was he reliving his time in Undar every night? She was starting to question it herself. The heat was just so real. "Can you hear me?"

The younger Rex started to cry, scared out of his mind. Unikitty tapped his foot, which seemed to get his attention for a second. The world started to be covered in static a little but it was back to drab brightness in short order. "U… Unikitty?" His voice wasn't tough. It was soft and scared. "You heard me! You came to save me!" She smiled.

"I came to tell you this is a dream, Em… Rex! It's all a bad dream!" She didn't care if she was breaking some rule of dreams or something. He knew she was here. She could help!

"A… dream? It can't be. It feels so real." Rex tried to move and couldn't. "If it was a dream, I'd probably be able to move."

"I'll get you out of here." She looked around. "Wherever here is." She tried to help her friend up, but she was having problems moving herself.

"Unikitty? You don't know where I am, either? Not sure that's a good thing, but we can get home if we work together, right?" The young Rex looked down. The nametag pinned to his belt seemed to be blank, like an incomplete memory. "Wait! That scary alien kidnapped you and…" He looked out in the distance. "Is Lucy with you?" He closed his eyes. "Wait. No. You aren't supposed to be here. How did you get here?"

"This is a dream! I'd show you but I can't do anything here for some reason! This is your dream, what is this place?"

"I don't know!" He started shouting for his other friends to come find the two of them.

The static returned. This time, though, Unikitty found herself in Rex's room. She looked around, disoriented. The world was less… realistic now. She was looking at her hands when the second helmet was shoved in her arms.

"Did you get what you wanted, Princess?" Rex fumed. He stood over her, arms folded. She put the helmet down and put her paw on his shoulder.

"I… I'm sorry." Her ears went back and she barely made eye contact or look at the fiery sparkle matter coming off him. He took a deep breath.

"You're one of only four people to go to that horrible place, including myself." He walked over to the open door and closed it. "Undar ain't a normal planet in our universe, but I could argue very few planets really are."

"Why couldn't we move?"

"Undar is in the world of the Man Upstairs. You can get to it from our world, but… things work differently in that world." He sounded like even talking about this place made him uncomfortable.

"Who are the boy and girl?" Rex laughed an empty laugh.

"They are the kids of the Man Upstairs. Both of them are menaces, responsible for everything wrong with this world." He sat on the bed, the dying light of the sun the only light in the room. "Next time I say no, take it." He sighed. "I'm gonna try to sleep. Don't go back in there." He curled up in bed, again sleeping over the covers. Unikitty grabbed a blanket and put it over Rex's body.

"I hope you have a good dream this time. One where you get to see her again." If Rex heard Unikitty, he didn't show it.

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Bungo Stray Dogs Wan! Episode #2: Let's Go Flower Gazing!/To The Baths!

This episode has the Agency and the Port Mafia viewing the cherry blossoms and going to the public baths and Atsushi trying to break up Dazai and Chuuya's fights.

{Caption: Bungo Stray Dogs Wan!}

{Caption #1: I’m no good for anything but killing, he said}

{Caption #2: I want to prove to myself that he was wrong}

{Caption: Episode 4 Let’s Go Flower Gazing!}

Cloud Cat: Meow!

Atsushi: You want me to save a spot?

Kunikida: That’s right. I’d like to take the Agency flower gazing, but the area closest to us gets pretty crowded. Could you help out?

Atsushi: No problem; I’ll be sure to stake out a good spot.

Kunikida: I appreciate it.

Atsushi: I’ll endure ‘til the end.

Kunikida: Okay then…

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Dog Atsushi: Woof woof!

Atsushi: Getting here so early means I can set up our spot perfectly! With how much effort I’m putting into this, I can hear the praise now!

Dream Kunikida: Well done, Atsushi.

(Dream Dazai: Yay! Yay!)

Dream Ranpo: The flower gazing was great thanks to you!

(Dream Dazai: Yay! Yay!)

Dream Kenji: Three cheers for Atsushi!

(Dream Dazai: Yay! Yay!)

Dream Dazai: Yay!

Atsushi: Although…it already looks pretty crowded. Where’s a good spot?

{Caption: Stop}

Atsushi: Duah!

{Caption: Ba-blam}

Atsushi: Kyouka?! W---Why are you here?

Kyouka: I heard yesterday that we needed a spot for flower gazing.

Atsushi: Then you heard the part about how I was doing that, right?!

Kyouka: It’s okay.

Atsushi: Euh?

Kyouka: Waiting is nothing new to me.

{Caption: Long ago…She waited an eternity for Dazai Osamu}

Atsushi: THAT STILL DOESN��T MAKE IT RIGHT! Euh! So then, when did you actually get here?

Kyouka: Eum…

{Caption: Ha!}

Kyoka: Yesterday evening.

Atsushi’s thoughts: I can hear the praise now! Praise now. Now…neauh…

(Atsushi: Ehuah…emmm…)

Atsushi: Weah weah, my moment of glory has been stolen away. Hm? What’s that? Eeh, geah!

Kyouka: I made many lunch boxes.

Atsushi: Why so perfect?

Kyouka: Tower of Grub!

{Caption: Bam}

Atsushi: Huh?

Kyouka: Tower of Grub.

Atsushi: Yeah, still not getting it.

Kyouka: It’s a pun on the anime series called Tower of G---

Atsushi: OKAY, OKAY, I GOT IT! YOU CAN STOP THERE!

(Tower of G---: The series Kyouka is referencing is Tower of God)

Kyouka: I was looking forward to it.

Atsushi: Ehum?

Kyouka: I wanted to gaze at the flowers.

Atsushi: Hm…Kyouka.

Kyouka: Ahuah?

Atsushi: Thanks a bunch.

Kyouka: Emhm.

Atsushi [narrating]: We enjoyed the flower gazing for a while before the others arrived. Just the two of us.

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Chuuya: Deauh!

Dazai: Hahahahaha! And he didn’t even remember---

(Yosano: Woo, this sake is good!)

(Atsushi: Oh man!)

Chuuya: RAAAAAAHHH! Why do we have to be right next to that group, of all people?!

(Atsushi: This is so good!)

(Naomi: Come on! Hahaha!)

(Yosano: Haha! Do you want some of this sake?)

Kouyou: What a peculiar situation indeed. And I can watch my darling Kyouka enjoying the festivities. How precious. She’s so cute I could just eat her right up!

(Atsushi: Wow!)

(Ranpo: No way!)

(Naomi: This is so adorable! Hahaha! All this is so good)

(Dazai: So…🎵entirely mine! In my tummy!🎵)

(Yosano: Hahaha!)

Tachihara: Man, we just got here and she’s already good and hammered.

Chuuya: Huem!

{Caption: Spot Saver}

Chuuya: Why did you have to go and pick this spot, Tachihara?!

(Tachihara: Ee ee…eeuah…)

Tachihara: Hey, how was I expected to know?! Though I thought I heard someone calling out “Dazai, Dazai”.

Chuuya: That didn’t tip you off?! Damn, I’m not gonna be able to enjoy my drink with that rat bastard close by.

Dazai: Please! It’s not like you can have more than a sip anyway.

Chuuya: Huh?! I can hold my drink just fine! Watch this! Gulp! Why are you even flower gazing anyway?

Tachihara: This flower gazing trip is turning into a thorny war!

(Dazai: That’s nooooone of ya business!)

Tachihara: Please do something, Higuchi!

(Chuuya: Today’s the day I kill you, Dazai!)

Higuchi: Huaeh…

(Chuuya: You better bring your A-game!)

Chuuya: Wawawawawa…

Higuchi: Hey guys…

Chuuya: What?!

Higuchi: AAH! Uh, since we’re all here for flower gazing, why don’t we make this a joint event between us and the Agency?

Akutagawa: Oh!

Higuchi: Just an idea.

Tachihara: Huh?

Higuchi: Hahaha, hahaha…

Tachihara: What’s this?! A flicker of joy from Akutagawa?!

Chuuya: Not happening!

Akutagawa: Aw…

Chuuya: You expect me to associate with this guy?!

(Higuchi: Hehe…heh…hehehe…)

Akutagawa: Huh?

Chuuya: Not on my watch, we’re not!

Tachihara: What an upset! He’s obviously crushed!

Chuuya: C’mon! We’re gettin’ the hell outta here!

{Text on Gin’s paper: This is delicious}

Chuuya: After this drink!

{Text on Gin’s paper: Try some, Hirotsu-san}

(San: The default honorific, equivalent to Mr/Mrs/Miss. Used to address anyone you don’t know very well or an equal of the same age)

Chuuya: Bleuauh!

Dazai: Eheum ehueum!

Chuuya: Daaaahhh…

Tachihara: Did Chuuya just pass out?

{Caption: Passed Out}

Higuchi: He must have been enjoying himself.

Dazai: We finally have a little peace and quiet around here. Why don’t we all just enjoy a nice little picnic in honor of the cherry blossoms?

Higuchi, Tachihara: Hm hm hm hm!

Kouyou: You little devil, you!

Akutagawa: Hm!

Dazai: Hmm hmm!

Dazai [narrating]: And so the festivities continued.

Chuuya: Snorrrreeeee…

Dazai [narrating]: With Chuuya Nakahara out of the way and onto a certain hangover…we partied into the wee hours of the night.

(Higuchi: Awwaaaahhh!)

(Akutagawa: Quiet down!)

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Dazai: Wan!

{Caption #1: Wan!}

Dazai: Shorts! Wan! Shorts!

{Caption #2: Shorts}

Dazai: Heh heh!

Chuuya: Ah huah!

Dazai: Heh heh!

Atsushi: We have to stop them from fighting. Let’s work together, Kyouka!

(Chuuya: Ah huah!)

(Dazai: Heh heh!)

Kyouka: What do you suggest?

(Chuuya: AH HUAHUAH!)

Atsushi: I hear you can stop fights between animals by obscuring their vision.

(Chuuya: HUAAHHH! HUAAAHHH!)

Kyouka: That’s all it takes?

(Chuuya: HUAAHHH!)

Dazai: HEH HEH!

Chuuya: HAH HAH!

Atsushi: Ehumph!

Dazai, Chuuya: Huh?

Atsushi: Nice work!

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{Text on sign #1: Drugstore}

{Text on sign #2: Daily Needs}

{Text on sign #3: Drugs}

{Text on sign #4: Cosmetics}

{Text on sign #5: Sake}

{Text on sign #6: Wine}

{Text on sign #7: Whiskey}

{Caption #1: Synopsis}

{Caption #2: The Agency’s bathtub broke down, forcing the members to go to the public baths}

Dazai [narrating]: The Agency’s bathtub broke down, so the gang is forced to use the public baths instead.

Atsushi: You’re just reading the text!

{Caption #1: Episode 5}

{Caption #2: To The Baths!}

Atsushi: Is there a special reason we’re all heading to the baths right now?

Kunikida: We have to work together to stop something from happening.

Atsushi: Oh, can you tell me what?

Kunikida: Grr…

(Atsushi: Auh!)

Ranpo: Yaaayyy, it’s bath time!

Atsushi: I see what you mean now.

(Ranpo: Hmhmhmhmhm!)

Ranpo: Hey, Kenji, what do ya say we have a crawl race in the tubs?

Kenji: That sounds fun! Let’s do it!

Atsushi, Kunikida: Kenji!

Atsushi: We need you to help us to keep Ranpo in check.

Kenji: Oh! Okay, then.

Kunikida: Stay the course.

Kenji: We can’t go bothering the other customers in there by crawling around, Ranpo.

Ranpo: Oh. Then why don’t we have a breaststroke race instead?

Kenji: Sure, sounds good to me!

Atsushi, Kunikida: KENJI!

Atsushi: Aw man, these two are just incorrigible, aren’t they, Kyo---

(Ranpo: Yaaaayyy! Hahahahahaha!)

Atsushi’s thoughts: Is she planning on playing in the bath too?! As her senior, I have to warn her against it!

Kyouka: Ranpo gave me these.

Atsushi: Huah…

Naomi: We’re gonna be separated by gender, huh? How tragic. All I want is to just go and be with you, big brother!

(Tanizaki: AAH!)

Tanizaki: Ah, they’d never allow that!

Naomi: Heum…well then, how about…

Tanizaki: Auaeuh…

Naomi: …you come and join me in the female baths instead?

Tanizaki: Nooo, that’s not even remotely better!

Dazai: Bathtub handstand therapy!

Kunikida: Huem!

Dazai: You stand on your hands in the tub to improve your health.

Kunikida: You’re pulling my leg, Dazai?! Stop joking around!

(Dazai: Ehehehe!)

Dazai: How about suicide-by-drowning therapy?

Kunikida: Ehum?

Dazai: They say drowning yourself in a hot bath is really good for you.

Kunikida: Hm…good, my ass! It’d be suicide!

(Dazai: Ehuem!)

Dazai: Cold bathwater-sauna therapy! You go back and forth between a nice steamy sauna and a cold bath.

Kunikida: Hm…gimme a break! There’s no way a thing like that’s actually real!

Dazai: It is.

{Caption: Opinions vary}

(Cold bathwater-sauna therapy: The method Dazai suggests is called “contrast bath therapy” and is used to reduce swelling and inflammation in your joints and increase circulation)

Kunikida: Eum! Wait, really?

Dazai: Ahahaha! No idea!

Kunikida: Why you…

Dazai: Ehehehehehe…

Atsushi: So where are your things?

Dazai: I’m glad you asked, Atsushi. I’ll just borrow what I need from Kuniki---

Kunikida: That’s not gonna happen.

Dazai: Aw, don’t be like that, Kunikida!

Kunikida: Remove your hands from me.

(Dazai: Weauh! Weauh weauh…)

Atsushi: Uh, you can borrow my stuff, Dazai.

(Dazai: Weauh weauh weauh…ouh?)

Dazai: You’re a life-saver, Atsushi!

Atsushi: One thing.

Dazai: Eum?

{Caption #1: Poof}

{Caption #2: Tiny}

Atsushi: I wash my whole body, top to bottom, with just a bar of soap. Like at my old orphanage.

Dazai: You are just wild at heart, aren’t you, Atsushi?

{Caption #1: Bungo Stray Dogs Wan!}

{Caption #2: Poof}

Cat Atsushi: Merrow…

Dazai: I think I’ll pass.

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{Caption #1: Synopsis}

{Caption #2: With the bath broken at the Port Mafia Headquarters, the only way to bathe is to go to the public baths}

Dazai [narrating]: The Port Mafia’s bathtub broke down, so the gang is forced to use the public baths instead.

Tachihara: THIS IS THE LAZIEST WRITING I’VE EVER SEEN!

Mori: I suppose this is acceptable. It’s nice to take a bath in a big bathhouse once in a while, right, Elise, dear?

Tachihara: Well, Boss says it’s okay, but there’s no way we can just waltz into a public bathhouse, right?

Higuchi: Heuh…

Tachihara: DUAH?!

Higuchi: …heh heum! Huah…if only Chuuya were here to come along with us, though.

Chuuya: S’up?

Higuchi: WAH! What are you doing over there? Uh, anyway, with your Ability…

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Dream Chuuya: Kapow! Ideal body weight!

Higuchi [narrating]: I could control my weight as I like.

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Higuchi: Though I would need you to come with me over to the female baths for that.

Chuuya: You’re one crazy broad.

Higuchi: I was joking!

Chuuya: Hmph! The baths, huh?

{Caption #1: Ahahaha}

{Caption #2: Ahaha}

Chuuya: Well, as long as that ass-for-brains isn’t there, might not be bad.

(Dream Dazai: Ahahahaha! Ha ha! Ha aha!)

Chuuya: I guess I’ll come along.

Higuchi: Glad to hear it! Just don’t forget to take your shower cap with you!

Chuuya: Huh? Shower cap?

Higuchi: There! All set.

Akutagawa [disguising his laughter]: Hm, heumph!

Higuchi: Looks great on you!

Chuuya: THE HELL?!

Higuchi: Aah! Aahaahaah!

Chuuya: I DON’T NEED THIS!

Higuchi: And these are for you, sir!

(Chuuya: Duah…huah huah…)

Akutagawa: Hm?

Higuchi: I hope you’ll like them.

Akutagawa: Mmhm…

Higuchi: There’s moisturizing lotion, body cream, aroma oils, and supplements! Just be sure to towel off afterwards so you don’t catch col---

Akutagawa: No thanks.

Higuchi: Sir! Come back!

Akutagawa: Uh, no.

Higuchi: Are you super super sure?

Tachihara: So I just had this thought. You know how Akutagawa’s Ability uses his coat as a weapon? Do you think he’s really exposed when he’s taking a bath?

{Text on Gin’s paper: Hmm…Good point}

Regular Series Akutagawa: Neauh…

(Regular Series Akutagawa: In order to make Akutagawa sexy/attractive, they briefly shifted him to the art style of the original show)

Higuchi: I HEARD WHAT YOU JUST SAID! WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM, TACHIHARA?!

Tachihara: C’mon, I was just joshin’ around.

Higuchi: Mr. Akutagawa can handle himself even when he’s wearing NOTHING AT ALL! When he’s naked! When he’s NAKED! WHEN HE’S NAKED!

Tachihara: Okay, let’s stop before we get in trouble with the censors.

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Higuchi’s thoughts: I’m here at the female baths with Gin, but is she actually a girl? Looks like I’m gonna find out. Oh?

{Text on Gin’s paper: Shall we share?}

Gin: Shall we share? My moisturizer?

Higuchi: Eum eum! Heah heah heah heah!

Higuchi’s thoughts: She’s a girl! So much more than I need! SHE’S DEFINITELY A GIRL!

Gin: Huah…

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Dazai: Heh heh!

Chuuya: Neath huerh!

Atsushi: We should go break those two up and get them back to each other’s headquarters, Akutagawa!

(Dazai: Heh heh! Neah heah!)

(Chuuya: Grr! Neau auah!)

Akutagawa: You know that Dazai’s just going to do what he wants.

(Dazai: Heh heh heauh!)

(Chuuya: Neargh heaugh!)

Atsushi: Well, even if that’s true, we have to try something, right?!

(Chuuya: REARGH HEAUR HEAURGH!)

(Dazai: Heaur neargh heah!)

Akutagawa: Just let him be.

Kyouka: Bye bye.

(Atsushi: Dueh dueh! Wait! Gah!)

(Akutagawa: Huaeh!)

(Chuuya: Geargh, yah!)

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Billy Loomis And Stu Macher x Reader- Our Favorite Girl (Slight gore warning)

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Leggo!

...(Trigger warning, stabby stab)

“Hey newbie!”

You looked up from your textbook to find Stu Macher prancing up to you. With a polite smile, you greeted him.

“Hi Stuart.” you said. “How are you?”

“Hey! I said you didn’t have to be so ‘oooh hi Stuart I’m so prim and proper.’ “ he laughed out loud. “We’re friends aren’t we?”

“I guess so.” you laughed nervously. “ Um...what’s up?”

“I’m havin’ a party and you’re coming!”

“Parties?” You frowned. “I-uh...” you wanted to reject the idea. You hated parties and your parents would probably blow a fuse if they knew what was going on around town. ‘Stuart, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not, kitten?” he winked. “Afraid to be seen with little ol’ me?” there was a darkness behind his words that you couldn’t ignore. “Don’t like being out after dark?”

“I’m not the partying type is all.” you shrugged. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not the most popular person around here.” you stared down at your shoes. “I just don’t wanna ruin your party. I’m the last person you wanna be seen with.”

“It’d make me real happy, kitten.” he stepped forward and slipped his fingertips under your chin and made you look up. “Please? Just for a few minutes.”

Call it weakness, but you couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay.” you smiled lightly. “I’ll go”

“Great! Don’t worry, it’ll be super memorable.” he winked as he skipped off.

Later on, you were walking to your locker only to bump into Adam. Typical bully. “Hey Y/N. Heard you were going to Macher’s party tonight...you gonna wear a dress for me?”

“No.” you answered curtly. “It’s amazing how you don’t seem to have anything better to do other than shove your nose into my business.” you hugged your books to your chest. “Can I go now?.”

“Hey...is there a problem?” you turned around to find Billy Loomis stalking up to you. You had seem him a handful of times but never actually talked to him before. “You...where do I know you from?”

“I sit behind you in English. We had a project together once.” you replied sheepishly. “Stuart forces me to sit between him and his girlfriend at lunch when they’re fighting. You talk to me from time to time...”

“Stuart...” he raised an eyebrow. “You mean Stu?”

“mhm! You probably don’t remember me because I never reply...” you nodded.

“You goin’ to his party or somethin’?”

“He asked me to go.” you trailed off. “You’re going too, right?”

“ Why? Excited to meet me there?”“ he smirked, totally ignoring Adam at this point.

“I mean...” you stared down at your books. “I was hoping someone I’d know would be there.”

Billy raised an eyebrow at you. You gave off a shy aura and for some reason he was into that. He and Stu had been planning a massacre, and they were gonna blame that damned Sydney Prescott. It was the perfect crime.

“Hm...I’ll see you there.” he winked at you, then sent a death-bringing glare at Adam. “Problem, handsome?” he sneered as he passed the athlete.

... at the party

“Not even three hours in and I have to hide...” you cursed yourself out. “Damn asshole...!”

Adam was informed that you had arrived and was looking for you, shit!

You ran into the kitchen, losing your breath. “Billy?”

The suspect in question whipped around. Billy was holding what you assumed was the house phone and instantly hung it up. “Hey...”

“Am I glad to see you.” you sighed.

“Somethin wrong?”

Billy was in the middle of executing his plan, but for some reason he couldn’t help but want to talk to you.

“Adam is looking for me.” you sighed. “Could I...stay here with you? Please?”

Billy smiled, darting out his tongue to run across his bottom lip. You were absolutely adorable. “I have a better idea.” he smirked, walking up to you. “Why don’t we send him a little message?”

“You have a girlfriend.” you put a hand on Billy’s chest. “I c-can’t.”

“Not anymore...she dumped me for Randy.” he tusked. ”Figures right?”

“Well...that’s her fault...you’re pretty cool.” you bit your lip.

“So...” Billy tilted your head up towards you. “Let me-”...he gently kissed your lips. While it felt wrong, you melted into him. He held the side of your face in his hand. Sidney wasn’t your friend, not by a longshot, but you still respected her. The fact that Billy was so willing to kiss you, like this.

“For once...stop worrying about other people.” he mumbled against your lips. “Just live in the moment...shit I know what I want...you know what you want...so act on it damnit.”

“Are we still talking about getting Adam off me back or-”

“Shush...don’t think.”

“Kinda hard to when your girlfriend is in the other room”

“Shut up.” he shushed you, tightening his arms around you. You kissed him back with just as much urgency. How would the others react, seeing this...seeing you. Billy backed you up against the counter. Before it could get any farther, you both heard screaming, girlish screaming.

“What the hell was that?” you asked, feeling your heart race.

“Stay here.” Billy ran in the direction of the noise, leaving you to stand there in terror.

You could hear screams and cries for help, followed by what sounded like gleeful laughter. You were left frozen in place as a man with a mask on his face kicked open the kitchen door.

You immediately braced yourself with a kitchen knife.

“Stay back!” you warned. “I will cut you!”

“Easy kitten, I’m not gonna kill ya.”

Call it ignorance. Call it instinct, but there was something familiar about the way this stranger spoke to you.

“What did you just say?” you dared ask this man. “Did you just call me kitten?”

“You’re naive, childish...and adorable...like a little kitty cat.” the way he laughed under the mask led you to believe he was laughing with his tongue stuck out.

There was only one person that you knew who spoke like that. You slowly lowered the knife and walked up to him cautiously. The figure didn’t move in the slightest. You were standing toe to toe with him.

You cautiously raised the mask only revealing the bottom half of the strangers face...only they weren’t a stranger.

“Stu.” you concluded.

“....You said my name.” he flirted.

“Care to explain?”

“In a bit...got something to take care of.” he straightened his mask again before disappearing again.

It was only less than a minute before Stu came quite literally crawling back into the kitchen.

Stu doubled over, holding his stomach as you rushed over to his side. “Stu?” you put a hand on his forehead. “Stu, please don’t be dead!” you winced. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” That damn Sidney...she must have had something to do with this.

“Y/N...it hurts.” Stu moaned in pain. “Hold me?”

You wasted no time in gathering him to the best of your abilities. He rested his head in your knee. You hummed thoughtfully, shushing him while you used his sweater to apply pressure to his stab wound.

“Y/N, are you sure you aren’t an angel?” He shamelessly flirted, smiling through his pain.

“No, I’m not.” you giggled. ”Save your energy.”

“I’d have more if you just gave me those lips of yours...” he winked. Just to shut him up, you kissed his forehead.

“Not what I meant, but works for me.”

As you chided the poor boy, Sydney ran into the kitchen, screaming at the top of her lungs while Billy also wounded stumbled behind.

“Billy??” you gasped in horror. Seeing you must have caused him to loose his footing, because he slowed his movements. You laid Stu on his back and urged him keep his sweater over his wound.

You scrambled to your feet, eyeing Sidney with a glare no one had ever seen you wear.

“Y/N! You’ve got to believe me! They’ve been the ones doing this.”

“I find that really hard to believe that when you were just standing over Stu with a bloody knife.” you seethed. “Your own boyfriend? Really?” you dared step closer.

“Y/N! They’re manipulating you!” she began crying. “You have to see it!” She was obviously hysterical.

“Then give me the knife.” you faked calm, cautiously stepping towards her. “Give me the knife...and we can-” you stopped yourself. You looked over at Billy, praying he wouldn’t be mad. “We’ll call the cops.” you you held your hand out.

“WHAT?” Billy seethed. You avoided his gaze. Hopefully he wouldn’t sense your fear.

“Trust me...” you said, just barely above a whisper. You were mostly talking to Billy, but had to make it look like it was directed at her. “We can get out of this...”

Sidney (very stupidly) outstretched her hand, the one that was holding the knife. Once it was within your reach, you grabbed her wrist, and grabbed the blade with your free hand, throwing it to the side. You tackled to to the floor and held her down.

“Crazy bitch.” you mumbled. She began thrashing, and screaming bloody murder. You were eventually able to get the best of her. “Whoever is the least dead...COPS...NOW!” You struggled as Sidney screamed. “This bitch is out of her mind!.”

“I have a better idea.” A seemingly fine, and now very much not dead Stu rose to his feet, a sick smile plastered on his face. The knife had slid over to him and you hadn’t even realized. You were too focused on keeping Sidney on the floor.

Suddenly you were yanked back into Billy’s arms as a sharp object came down from above, plunging through Sidney’s chest.

“Oh my god!” you buried your head into Billy’s shirt, trying to block out the terrible sounds you heard the terrible sounds of skin ripping.

“Shhh it’s over babe.” He shushed you. “It’s okay.” he stroked your hair with his bloody hand. Stu laughed manically as he wiped the sweat off his face.

“Some party huh.” Stu cackled. He wasted no time in sandwiching you between himself and Billy.

“You had us thinking you’d betray us, Kitten.” Stu dug his head into your shoulder.

“Y/N would never do that to us...she’s our good girl.”

“You guys are-”

“Absolutely.”

“And this party was-”

“Smart girl.”

“And now that you know our little secret, we’re never letting you go, kitten!” Stu laughed.

“And if you tell anyone, we’ll have no choice but to take you down with us...but you won’t do that to us, will you?” Billy asked, nuzzling his head into your neck.

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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Demigod MC Series: Athena

So. I have to deal with the virgin goddesses… By mythos, there really shouldn't ever be children of Artemis, Hestia, or Athena (yes, Athena was a virgin goddess). PJ got past that by making it canon that Annabeth and her siblings were born from cracking open Athena's skull (yes, that's also more or less the canon explanation). They gloss over it real quick but I remember, Rick. I've always remembered and that mental image has haunted me for years...

I can't, in good conscience, ignore the history around Athena's worship (call it an academic restraint) but I REFUSE to do the skull thing. So, since I make the rules here, I'm going with magic adoption. They still get magic powers, they're just more human than demigod. Cool? Cool.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena

Lucifer

The human that popped out of the portal seemed to have enough sense not to attack everyone in the room for a change, but even Lucifer could tell that was more of a strategic choice than for lack of ability...

Their very existence was highly unusual… and quite worrisome. He wasn't even aware Athena could have "children" of her own, but apparently she had been taking in some particularly bright humans to raise and train like her own...

Unbeknownst to him, a surprising amount of human scholars, diplomats, and generals have her to thank for their trade… and that alone should speak to the level of intrigue at play here.

Was this an accident or Athena's attempt to plant an Olympian spy in the Devildom too…? Either way, he didn't trust them from the get go…

Look, Lucifer isn’t stupid. Athena is a goddess of Wisdom and War and war happens on more than just the battlefield…

Since they've shown up records have been going missing, official documents keep getting misplaced, and he swears that there's some kind of bug in the student council room...!

It's infuriating watching the MC suck up to Diavolo when he's almost certain that they're running their own agenda behind the scenes! And he can't prove any of it!! They cover their tracks too well!

Lucifer has one of those corkboards covered in newspapers and string in a secret wing of the Castle - 100% dedicated to just tracking the MC's activities…. The longer they're there, the more obsessed he becomes...

He swears between Simeon, Solomon, and MC he feels like a shepherd wondering why the sheep are growling… The Devildom has never been in more danger than it is right now... Send help.

Mammon

To be honest, he kind of thought that they were just going to be Satan 2.0 but that's not really true.

They're more than just a book sponge! Though they do read, like a lot. Let’s just say from one schemer to another… Game recognizes Game.

They come up with plans and ideas soooo fast, it’s insane! Honestly, there are times where he has a new money-making plot and he just brings it to the MC first to run it over.

Nine times out of ten, not only do they sniff out any problems but they have a solution for him in a matter of minutes! His scheme game has been on point since they’ve shown up!!

They’re also even better tutoring than Satan is, so he’s even managed to get a couple A’s for the first time in his life! Lucifer actually told him he was proud (which he secretly recorded and now uses as a ringtone much to his brother’s regret...)

So yeah, he likes them... buuut that doesn’t keep him from thinking they act a little weird sometimes...

Mammon: *points to a unused tower close to the RAD building* Over there is the Tower of Sorrow. We use it for storage.

MC: Ah. Interesting… *starts writing in a notebook, muttering* It may need a few minor tweaks but the location is defensible...

Mammon: *stops* Ya say somethin’?

MC: *looks back up* Nope! Say, you’ve been to the Castle a lot haven’t you? Do you know any good ways in?

Mammon: Uhm… Why do ya want to know that…? *starts looking around for Lucifer*

MC: In case of emergencies. I like being prepared. 🙂

Mammon: Look, I don’t know what Lucifer might’a told ya…

MC: I’ll pay you a thousand Grimm for it.

Mammon: Well shit, ya want those maps with or without color?

... Yeeeah, that’s pretty weird… But it’s probably fine. I mean, as long as they keep giving him money, who’s he to complain? 🤷‍♀️

Leviathan

Also thought that they’d be a lot more like Satan but was pleasantly surprised that they were into more than books.

What else did they like exactly? Military strategy!!

It’s been a looong time since he’s been able to talk to someone who’s actually interested in all the battles he’s fought, both in the Celestial Realm and the Devildom, and their curiosity is kind of flattering...! Not a lot of people take his strategic prowess all that seriously anymore...

Plus, they are the BEST partner to have any turn-based strategy game. Hands down. He once got stuck on a level of D-COM for weeks until the MC walked in and mopped the floor with the AI!! They have a serious head for probability and tactics.

The House once made the mistake of letting these two be on the same team during a Hell Game and they absolutely demolished the competition. Mammon didn’t even get a single shot off before half his team was lost to a rigged paint grenade… It took a whole day to clean up…

However, Levi’s also noticed some odd things about the human… He likes that they’re interested in his past but maybe they’re a little… too interested?

Levi: -and that’s how we defeated the Four Horsemen before they escaped from Purgatory.

MC: Wow, Levi that’s seriously impressive!! *furiously scribbling on a notebook*

Levi: Well t-thanks… 😅 But, uhm... are you writing that down…?

MC: Hm? Oh no, just doodling. *they lift up the notebook to show a bunch of cute little sketches on the page… and not the magic-based invisible ink all over them…*

Levi: Oh you draw too? Can you do fanart???

MC: Eh, sometimes. But say Levi, can you tell me about your naval ranks again? I’m still really curious… *gets the pen ready again with a smile*

Satan

Oh, it's been a long game of cat-and-mouse between these two… and unfortunately, it’s been pretty addicting too.

He honestly had every intention of tricking the human into making a huge mess do he could bother Lucifer, but at every turn they proved just a hair too clever for him...

He once gave them a cursed book to “lend” to Lucifer, but they saw through it the moment they touched it and lifted the spell before handing it over.

He rigged a podium to spray glitter during one of Lucifer's speeches but the MC disconnected the trigger mic before he even got on stage. It was pretty dang frustrating...

At one point he got so desperate that, just as a test, he tried to trap them in the House's Music Room. Fortunately for them, it only took a few minutes to work out an escape. They even passed by him in the hallway with a wink!

It's confounding! It's infuriating!!

...and it's so damn sexy... He should be furious but he’s just in awe!!

Add on that they know their art, literature, and multiple different crafts thanks to the tutelage of their adopted mother and that’s it. He’s finished. This boy is in love.

Truthfully though, a part of him is 90% sure that they’re also gathering state secrets… Like, they’re watching Barbs and Diavolo far too close for comfort - but he just can't bring himself to care. 🤷‍♀️

The MC could walk into his room one day and say, "Hey, do you want to help overthrow the monarchy with me?" and he dreads it because deep down he knows that he wouldn’t say no…

Take some notes, kids. Some bad influences get you to drink or do drugs. Others pull you into a centuries long conspiracy to destabilize and topple rival realms from within… But he has fallen for their brain hard. Devil help them all…

Asmodeus

They’re pretty clever, he’ll give them that, but uh… Are they a little off to anybody else?

Asmo is a charmer by birthright so he has a bit of nose for when someone’s just a liiittttle too nice… Not much of a nose mind you, because he can be thrown off by compliments himself, but enough to think that the MC might be a little too… “kind” for their own good...

First off, who wants to spend that much time with Levi?? They don’t even seem that interested in anime! They just keeping asking him for old war stories…

Then all the sucking up they do to Diavolo and Barbatos? Look, he gets it. Diavolo is a delicious piece of man-hunk and his butler could give him a lesson or two in sweet-talk (and he has), but they seem to be just a little too… nosy.

Of course, Asmo’s suspicions disappear pretty quickly after they start to spoil him with spa nights and beauty secrets they picked up from “casual research” into the subject.

And you know, get a little Demonus in Asmo and start massaging his back? Oh, sweetie he’ll sing like a bird!! … with gossip. Singing with gossip.

Asmo: So I’ve heard that Lucifer has been spending more time at RAD than usual… His whole club is talking about it, they think he’s meeting with some witch!

MC: Hm, is that so? *works on a knot near his shoulder blades* What do you think?

Asmo: Ooh~! Right there, MC! *purrs and lays his head on his arms* Well come on, this is Lucifer we’re talking about! I’m sure he’s just working.

Asmo: Hmm... though come to think of it, I think I heard him asking Barbatos for the spare keys to the Tower of Sorrow…

MC: Oh really? Huh. *works out the knot and gets up* I just remembered that I left some papers with Satan... I’ll be right back.

Asmo: You’re going already??

MC: *waves him off quickly* I’ll be right back, Asmo. *hurries out the door to do totally on-the-up-and-up things… surely*

Beelzebub

Honestly he doesn't like this one… But not for the reasons you'd expect.

He agrees with everyone else that they seem a little shady, but Solomon and Simeon are too so it's not like that's anything new... 🤷‍♀️

No, no. He dislikes them because they're the person who FINALLY figured out how to keep him from eating all the food in the kitchen!!

Turns out that the trick was to put a teleportation charm on the fridge door that would send all the food away if it’s opened after a certain time of night…

And where does it go? The Purgatory Hall fridge. And where does the Purgatory Hall food go…? The HoL fridge…

It doesn’t sound so bad until you remember that it means half of their fridge is now Solomon’s leftovers…. 🤢

After they put the same kind of spell on the pantry, it was all over… He couldn't get midnight snacks from the House anymore… Everything was contaminated by Solomon…

The MC is a nice enough person, he doesn’t have a lot of complaints about them, but he wants them to leave. Now. This is inexcusable… He’s so hungry… and he doesn’t want to die by “goulash” or whatever Solomon calls his latest culinary catastrophe… He’s still too young for death… 😓

Belphegor

In a way, he absolutely could not have asked for a better person to help him get out of that attic.

… In another way, he got one of the worst possible people to try and kill... Like. They saw through his scheme sooo fast…

How was he supposed to know that the human had training in body language and sniffing out lies???

Getting the door open was a piece of cake for them. They knew enough magic to undo the seals and just rummaged around Lucifer's stuff long enough to find the key to the door. He could not have found a more competent individual for a break out, really.

It’s just… well he didn’t expect to go from locked in a room like a prisoner to tied up in enchanted rope, still like a prisoner but now mobile. 😑

They even used his own hug ruse against him! They caught his wrists when they got close and tied him up before he could shake them off...

Admittedly, it wasn't exactly the best look for them either - what with walking Belphegor downstairs to the others like a one-man-prison-caravan but they're as silver-tongued as they are sly so they talked their way out of it beautifully…

And like hell was he going to trust them after that!! And not even Beel liked them so something had to be up...

Well, you want a detective? Look no farther than Belphie (no seriously, it’s in the canon). He can put things together pretty fast when he puts his mind to it and watching the MC for a while gave him enough proof to work off of...

He always knew that, humans were bad news and the MC just proved it to him all over again. They are bad news, bad bad news and they’re going to-!

Overthrow… Diavolo…? Is that what he is getting from them…? Huh…

Wait a second, MC. You might just have him interested… 😏

#you say athena mc is smart #i say athena mc is spy #because where better to use your smarts #in war #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me demigods

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yknati · 2 years ago

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Black Swans Heart Pt. 12

Y/N POV:

I jumped happily through the aisles, because

Today was a wonderful day, at least for me.

I had this feeling as soon as I got up.

And it soon proved to be true, as I always hit the red dot in the middle of the target with my gun during training.

Now I was on my way to the dining room to have breakfast there with the others.

As soon as I opened the door, the smell of fresh pancakes hit my nostrils.

I looked around and saw Jin standing behind the stove talking to Namjoon.

I thought to myself and headed towards Taehyung and Jimin, who were already beaming excitedly at me.

"Morning guys~" With one easy movement I dropped into the comfortable chair.

"Hey Y/N! You're in a good mood today," Jimin smiled lovingly.

,,Yes. Somehow I have a feeling that today is going to be a good day", I rested my head lightly on my hands before Jin appeared in the left corner of my eye and handed me a plate of pancakes, fruit and an orange juice.

My favorite breakfast♡.

"Oh thanks Jin," I smiled sweetly up at him.

"No problem Y/N", and as quickly and suddenly as he had come, he had already left again.

Namely to Namjoon.

Again I had to bite back an overjoyed smile because I wasn't sure if the others knew he was gay.

,,Where is Yoongi actually. He usually never misses breakfast...", Tae suddenly reported.

,,Hm? Oh yes right. Well, he will certainly have his reasons or be busy," I said with a shrug and went back to eating the wonderful food.

"Mmmh...I actually wanted to drive into town today and go to Riben Park or something, but since I'm not allowed to go out alone, I wanted to ask if one of you would like to accompany me", with a full mouth I looked between the two both back and forth until Taehyung, slightly disgusted and amused, spoke up: "I was outside for a moment today and it's raining cats and dogs. You'd better postpone your plan to another day."

Slightly disappointed about the bad weather on this August day, I quickly thought about what else I could do.

,,Hmm OK. Then I would just grab something to read and crawl into my bed," I finally said.

The brides just gave me an apologetic smile before I wolfed down my breakfast.

Time Skip:

"Boooaaaaa sucks!" I let out an annoyed groan as I tossed the magazine onto my pillow and hung face-first out of my bed.

I just didn't know what to do.

Jungkook and Taehyung had left to pick up some shipment, Namjoon and Jin had been swallowed up by the face of the earth, and Hobi was helping Jimin fix one of the vehicles.

And Yoongi?

Well Yoongi didn't show up all day.

All in all everyone was busy.

I even got off the phone with my dad to see how he was doing.

Unfortunately, he didn't tell me anything exciting.

Except our neighbors had a burst water pipe and blah blah blah...

,,Maaaan. The day had started so well...", I pouted and took my cell phone.

3:37 p.m., it said on my display.

Without further ado I decided to download some games to kill time.

Hunger.

That was all I could think of as I made my way to the dining room not too far away.

I had been playing Roblox for 2 hours and it was finally time for dinner.

My stomach had reported hours ago, but I forgot to take snacks with me the last time I went shopping.

And I also hoped to see Yoongi.

He hadn't called me all day even though he had my number.

When I opened the heavy door, I saw that some of the tables were already occupied.

But no sign of Yoongi.

I exhaled in frustration.

When I lifted my head again, I saw my friends, all huddled together at a table, eating.

I decided to sit with them.

"Man, that was delicious!" Hobi rubbed his stomach exaggeratedly.

"I cooked too," Jin interjected, arms crossed.

"All right, Master Chef," Jimin looked at him with fake admiration, which made Jin glare at him.

"Yoongi wasn't there...", my voice came out quietly, more to myself than to the others.

"I think he had some meetings today...", Namjoon shrugged.

"I saved his portion of food for him.

Do you want to bring it to him Y/N?" I silently looked at Jin who was already getting up and getting a plastic box from the kitchen island.

He pressed it into my hand.

"Thank you," I said softly, standing up and saying goodbye.

"Good night" With these words I walked through the door.

I stood impatiently in the elevator.

When he finally opened his metal doors with a soft 'ping', I quickly climbed out.

With the box in hand, I marched towards the meeting room.

But this time not the one where it all started a few weeks ago, but a different one.

It was right at the start of the long corridor and was marked with a red 'Occupied' sign.

But I didn't care at that moment.

I hadn't realized until now how much I missed him.

And that after just one day.

How did I survive all these years without him?

I shook my head.

Just as I took a step forward, the door jerked open.

I almost ran into an elderly man.

"Oh sorry," I quickly jumped back a meter.

"Watch where you're going!" he hissed at me as he stalked past me like an imaginary lion.

More men entered the room.

And everyone had the same attitude.

Charming

I thought and rolled my eyes.

After they were all gone, there was an eerie silence.

I went to the door again.

When I pushed it a bit to the side, it gave me a view of a tired but also annoyed Yoongi.

"Hey~" I smiled as best I could.

He looked at me without any expression on his face.

I came closer and put the box with the still lukewarm food on the square table.

Now I was right in front of him.

His eyes looked tired.

Nobody said anything.

But the silence that had arisen between us was by no means uncomfortable.

He raised his hands and wrapped them around my waist.

Then he didn't pull me closer.

So close that I was forced to sit on his lap.

Suddenly I had all the feelings from before in my head again.

Because that's where we always sat together during the breaks.

Without thinking too much about it, I wrapped my arms around his neck and snuggled into him while his hands rested on my back.

"I missed you," he whispered in my ear.

,,You too. And that was only one day. How could I have lived so long without you..." he hugged me even closer.

"A VERY busy day..." his voice trailed off as he laid his head on my shoulder.

,,Why? What happened?" I whispered back.

"Back when I went to Japan for that one mafia heist, we all thought it was a one-time thing. But we were wrong.

The same organization has now also ambushed one of my allies.

They robbed a jewelry van, took everything and killed the two drivers.

My father is urging me to do something, but I don't even know who or what we're dealing with..." I could hear the desperation in his voice.

I pushed away from him and looked into his now pitch black eyes.

"And all the other leaders and bosses who were just there are now also afraid that they will be attacked....because none of us have ever experienced anything like that.

That someone dares to attack the mafia...", he smiled slightly at the last sentence, not for long at you.

"Hey...everything will be fine. You've already solved harder math problems", I leaned forward with a slight smile.

Our lips met.

The kiss was long, deep and a silent promise that everything would be fine.

#bangta boys #min yoongi x y/n #bts suga #bts ff #suga bts #mafia romance #min yoongi ff #mafia boss #kpop #min yoongi

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basicallywhiterice · 3 years ago

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countdown (na jaemin)

pairing: na jaemin x reader

genre: fluff. friends to lovers, college!au

summary: The three times you should have made a move, the two times you tried to, and the one time you didn’t need to.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: cussing

a/n: alternatively titled “haechan being both the best and worst wingman to grace the face of the earth”

i. Three times you should have made a move.

“Hey! Jaemin! Over here,” Haechan shouts, waving at a boy clad in an oversized flannel across the dining hall. He turns, lighting up when he waves back, and all but runs over from the dish drop-off section.

“He’s my roommate,” Haechan introduces once Jaemin is in earshot. “Jaemin, this is y/n. Y/n, Jaemin,” Haechan introduces.

He’s cute, you notice immediately, his floppy hair swept to the side messily. Almost as quickly, you dispel the thought and do your best not to stare, extending a hand for him to shake on instinct. “Nice to meet you, Jaemin. So you’re the roommate who keeps losing his AirPods?”

In the second your hand hangs there, empty, you have enough time to go through all five stages of grief. You blundered in front of Haechan’s unfairly attractive roommate you’ll no doubt see again, about his AirPods? You prepare to draw your hand back and smooth it over your hair to relieve the awkwardness of rejected handshake.

Then Jaemin shakes your hand, eyes crinkling up as he beams. If you thought he was cute before, you’re a goner once his smile is directed at you. “Nice to meet you too, y/n. And yeah, that’s me. Were you the one who convinced him to get me the glow-in-the-dark Among Us case? That was honestly the best housewarming gift I’ve ever gotten.”

“Hey, that was all his idea. Besides convincing him to spend an extra dollar on the glow-in-the-dark, I played no part in it.”

“I’m sure. In any case, you have excellent taste. Thank you for picking it out.” He turns to converse with Haechan, but you don’t hear the rest of what he says over the sound of you putting your foot in your mouth.

As soon as he walks away, you collapse into a heap of regret on the table. “Why didn’t you tell me your new roommate was hot before we got the gag gift?” you groan. “God, how am I supposed to flirt with him after that?”

“You just met the guy, relax,” Haechan reassures, taking a bite out of his sandwich. “Stop overreacting,” he mumbles around a mouthful of his BLT.

You raise your head to glare at him for being your voice of reason, and he wiggles his eyebrows.

“You like him already, huh? Don’t worry, he actually thought the case was funny. You’re fine.”

You bury your face in your hands in lieu of responding.

Jaemin is in your Algorithms class, you come to learn, likes useless trinkets more than you do, and vehemently opposes your dislike of coffee.

“Just try it,” he coaxes when he orders his second americano in an hour. “Haechan likes it, and you trust him, right?”

“With my life,” you deadpan as you both glance across the library to observe his attempts to flirt with the junior making his Starbucks order. He drops his straw when he gestures with his right hand, and you both snicker when he bends down to pick it up. “Actually, I think I’ll pass.”

Jaemin shrugs, taking a short sip from his cup before wincing and fanning his tongue. “Maybe you’re right. Anyways, which block did you want me to read?”

You show him, making edits as he comments on your code, and thank him once the block is fixed.

“No problem,” he grins. “Let me know if anything else is confusing. I’m happy to help.”

Just as you open your mouth to start the ritual of asking for his number, Haechan interrupts. “I got their number,” he announces, setting his phone down firmly between you and Jaemin and holding out his hands for a high five.

You sigh and half-heartedly slap his right hand despite your annoyance. At least one of you can be lucky in love, even if it comes at the expense of the other person.

“What’s the most common fear you have?” you ask Jaemin, tracing the outline of a cloud against the pale blue sky with your finger.

“What do you mean?” he asks, turning to lie on his side. You drop your hand to rest on his beige blanket and meet his questioning glance.

“Like spiders, public speaking, dying single… what’re your fears that are common?”

He squints as a strong gust of wind blows his hair into his face. “I think you’re overexaggerating how common the intense fear of dying single is.”

“Why?” you ask, not entirely sure why you’re pressing him about this. “Are you not afraid of it?”

“Hm, I guess I’m a lot more scared of dying alone than dying single. What are your thoughts?”

A fleeting semblance of a pickup line involving the two of you and not being single surfaces in your brain, but it never reaches coherence. Instead, you respond, “Heights, probably.”

And rejection, you sadly add in your head. Definitely rejection.

ii. Two times you tried to make a move.

“Hey, did I spell this right?”

When you lean over to read Jaemin’s meticulously written flashcard, your knee bumps into his. He mumbles an apology but makes no move to shift his leg. You stay like that, reviewing your notes for your last midterm together, until Haechan opens the door to his dorm and you scoot to different places on the couch.

“Hey Jaemin!” Haechan calls when he’s halfway in the bathroom. “Don’t forget about the trash,” he reminds, closing the door.

“Oh shit, one sec!” Jaemin hollers back. You wince at the volume, and he sheepishly turns toward you. “Sorry. Gotta take out the trash once he’s done,” he gestures, hand sweeping outwards before he knocks a couch pillow over.

Before he can fix it, you blurt, “Take me out while you’re at it too,” without missing a beat.

He doesn’t have time to react before you start laughing it off awkwardly. You don’t want to—damn it, why can’t you just be direct—but the fear of rejection overrides your confidence.

“Funny, right? Because of how ‘take out’ has different meanings? I’m hilarious, I know.”

He stares at you for a second too long before letting out a delayed chuckle. Haechan spares you the awkwardness of hearing his reply when he exits the bathroom and sits down between both of you, though, and Jaemin leaves with the trash soon after.

“Nice save, Casanova,” Haechan grins as soon as Jaemin steps out, reclining back into the couch. His Cheshire-Cat-esque smirk only grows when you reach over to smack him with the knocked-over pillow. “Wanna get take out once he gets back?”

You throw the pillow in his face this time. “I’m never coming back here again.”

You find yourself waiting outside their dorm exactly twelve days later when your code won’t run after two hours of debugging and neither of them will answer your texts.

“Asshole,” you shoot at Haechan when he opens the door. “Please help me.”

“Tough luck. I’ve got a date tonight,” he says, smug.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve helped you pick a better outfit than that,” you critique, glancing at his plain button-up shirt.

“Chill, I haven’t layered anything yet. And Jaemin picked it out, so good luck convincing him to help you debug. And getting a date with him. Coward.”

“You say that like you didn’t interrupt us the first time I was trying to get his number,” you whisper.

“And you act like you would’ve met him without me.”

“Touché.”

“Who’s getting a date with me?” Jaemin calls from his desk, pushing up his glasses and frowning at his computer.

“Me,” you call back, and he glances up, eyes widening when he sees it’s you. Ignoring Haechan’s impressed “damn,” you walk over to the chair next to Jaemin. “I’ll help you debug if you help me?”

“You want me to—help you debug? No way,” he says, and for a moment, you regret your boldness. “How’d you know I was dying over coding too?” he continues, and your worries disappear.

“Just a hunch,” you shrug. Haechan leaves when the two of you are hunched over your laptops, elbows brushing gently enough to make it look like an accident.

iii. One time you didn’t need to make a move.

“Y/n?”

You look up, halting your check of Jaemin’s backpack to make sure he hasn’t forgotten his AirPods again. “Yeah?”

His ears are tinged with pink and he can’t quite meet your eyes, but he looks like he’s trying his best to do so anyways. “Would… you… like to go out with me on Thursday? Maybe for dinner if you have time?”

You blink, holding your breath for three seconds just in case you misheard or he’s joking. Neither seems to be the case. “On a date?”

“Yes.” He nods. “Yes, a date.” He fidgets with the hem of his shirt. You smile, and he stops.

Silently, you count down from three before answering to avoid blurting out your answer, but it comes out with the same level of enthusiasm nonetheless.

“I’d love to.”

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youamongthemelissas · 3 years ago

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hi mwah <3

may i have a scenario with zoro being a brat who doesn't want to go down on his girl, but she just puts in his place by sitting on his face? 👀

ara ara, it seems that the fifteen hours I've been sleeping have made me reap the rewards uwu

well, I really hope you like the result and that those 3,3k words make up for the delay in my writer's block. i've only reviewed it a few times because i'm really really sleepy right now, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes! :(

warning: oral sex (giving and receiving), fingering, face sitting, etc. only for +18. smut everywhere

Zoro and I had known each other for almost two years, but he changed his position from hookup to boyfriend two months ago. Our chaotic relationship started at a horrible party. Everything that night was horrible, except when the handsome guy approached me offering his help when some ramshackle human being spilled water on my shirt. To complete my disaster, the outfit I wore was white and cotton, so it marked the contours of my breasts just right. Damn day I decided to leave my house without wearing a bra. Too embarrassed, I just crawled into the bathroom – which didn't even have a lock – and waited for the crowd to dwindle or for my shirt to dry so I could get out of that unhealthy place. But fate didn't have the best plans for me, as I saw the bathroom door open and a man enter that cubicle.

"This is the ladies' wc, you know?" I informed the guy angrily.

“I know,” he replied simply. "I saw the whole scene, so I decided to come make sure you're okay."

I arched my brow and stared at him with half-closed eyes. Was he feeling okay? I looked for signs of drunkenness in him, but his voice was steady and he looked too sober.

“Very nice of you, but you can't just lock yourself together with a strange woman in a cubicle. You know, I can interpret this as sexual harassment!” I snapped.

“Oh, fine. I was going to lend you my shirt so you could wear it and wouldn’t have to wait for yours to dry, but I see you don't need my help. Bye and sorry for the inconvenience,” and so he left, not giving me a chance to respond.

I cursed the Universe, but then I stopped myself because a tarot reader had informed me that a situation like this could happen throughout the week and I didn't listen. In the end, it was my fault for being a stubborn and skeptical one.

I really couldn't tell how long I was locked in that fetid cubicle, but when my t-shirt dried enough not to leave me practically naked from the waist up, I walked out and saw the same guy as before, he was talking to a red haired girl, actually it looked more like an argument was going on between them by his annoyed expression and her restless gestures. Would she be his girlfriend? Was the discussion focused on me and the bathroom incident? Well, I wouldn't stay there to find out and risk getting hit by the girl for something that wasn't my fault. He was the one who entered the ladies' room with an unknown woman!

And my disastrous night ended when I lay in my bed and turned off the light to finally sleep and erase all memories of the party from my head. But that boy's face has not left my mind.

The days followed normally, and when I was already forgetting the cool guy, I saw him for the second time in a bakery. He wore the same shirt that day of the party and sweatpants. His sleepy face gave away that he had just woken up and had just left the house to go buy bread for breakfast. He saw me but pretended not to. I got the feeling I should have apologized for the misunderstanding, but he was already making the request. Luckily, we were assisted together as soon a second attendant appeared who assisted me as well.

As soon as we paid the bill, we silently left the place and I got a chance to talk to him as we were heading in the same direction.

“Hey,” I called him, being ignored. "Boy, wait a minute"

“What is it, girl?”, he snapped at me sharply.

“I wanted to apologize for the misunderstanding… Seriously, I was just freaked out by a guy walking me into the bathroom…”, I was sincere.

"It's all right. Go on with your life in peace.”

“And you had a girlfriend, right? Like, you were still wrong in the end…” I couldn't hold my mouth before needling him.

This time he stopped abruptly and turned to me, making me smack my face into his chest.

"Girlfriend? First you accuse me of sexual harassment and now besides being a harasser you think I'm a traitor?”

“I didn't accuse you of anything! Except the girlfriend part. You and that red haired girl seemed to be fighting really bad, like boyfriends do,” I clarified.

“Redhead girl?” he seemed to search his memory for what I was referring to. “Nami? God forbid me dating that devil woman! She's not my girlfriend, and we were fighting because…”, he stopped mid-explanation. “This is none of your business, girl. But she's not my girlfriend,” he ended the pseudo-argument.

I nodded and went on my way.

“How long will you follow me? Now I can interpret that you're a deranged stalker”, he told me right after we turned down the same street, after walking close for a few meters.

“I'm not following you, my house is on this way”, I replied.

And that's how I found out that we lived in the same condominium.

Although I clearly remember the first two times we met, I can't say when exactly we started to change our cat-and-mouse relationship and elevate it to a more intimate one. Maybe it was when he fucked me for the first time in the laundry room in the building. I was taking my clothes out of the machine while he put his clothes in another one, and then we looked at each other and as if we had the same idea, he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up to put me sitting on top of the machine he had just finished stuffing with his own clothes, putting it to work and taking me in a kiss while taking off my panties. When he entered me, I moaned loudly, but the sound was drowned out by the shrill noise of that old machine. Zoro confessed to me later that he chose precisely that one so my moans could not be heard. I think it was the most insane thing I did, because at any moment someone could come and catch us, but luckily for us that only happened after Zoro had cum on my thighs and taken me off that old thing. It was weird walking with my legs sticking together because of his cum, but I didn't have time to clean up, just lift my panties and straighten my skirt before passing the newcomer, who didn't seem to have noticed our presence.

After our first sex, we didn't get apart anymore. We couldn't be alone as we caught fire and had sex wherever we were.

As time went by, we calmed down and our meetings became more spaced, but our chemistry didn't extinguish even a little bit during these almost two years, on the contrary, it only earned us the beginning of dating. And we became more than just hookups, we became friends too, those who know about each other's lives and I got to know Nami, the red-haired friend he was fighting that night at the party. I came to discover that they could never be boyfriends, because she loved money and women.

Everything with Zoro was almost perfect. He was a good boyfriend, and even though we're two hotheads, we never fought. There are always dialogues in our relationship and this helps a lot to avoid unnecessary fights. Besides, sex is wonderful, everything just right, except for one small thing that bothers me. We combine a lot in bed, I always try to please him and give him pleasure at all times. I've lost count of how many blowjobs I gave him and how many times I let him cum in my mouth, but the problem is that he never even gave me oral sex. And that makes me a little frustrated and scared. Was the problem with me? I took good care of myself, but he always shifted position when I tried to get him down on me.

One day, while I watched him playing his favorite game, I stroked his hair.

“Babe?”, I called him.

“Hm?” he mutters, not moving an inch.

“Do I disgust you?” I asked bluntly.

"What? Where did you get this ideia?”, he turns abruptly to face me, doing something wrong in the game because soon there are some curses directed at him in the chat.

“It's just a question.” I shrugged.

“It can't be just a question. For you to ask me that, there's definitely a reason behind it,” he replied, no longer looking at the TV screen, and not realizing that he was being offended by the other players. Damn virgins.

“Nevermind…”, I hesitated, unable to let myself be affected by the comments, which weren't even for me. "Your game friends are very angry with you."

"Fuck them, the issue here is you.", he held my face with both hands, making me look at him. “Tell me what made you think about it,” he looks deep into my eyes, almost reading my soul and I immediately regret opening my mouth. But it was too late, lying was out of the question, because he knows very well when I lie, so I had no choice but to tell the truth.

“You never gave me an oral. So I deduced that the problem is with me”, I said at last and he let me go.

It was his turn to shift the focus to another corner.

“It's nothing to you, it's me who is the problem. I've never done that to any women, and in the movies I see them “squirt”, what if that happens?” He looked a little frustrated and embarrassed.

I got up from my seat and stopped standing in front of him, making him glare at me.

“You have to stop thinking real life is a big porn movie, Roronoa,” I said, putting my index finger on his forehead. “I really admire you knowing how to fuck without looking like a caveman”, I said that last sentence more to myself.

“Hey!” he heard and seemed offended. "It hurts, okay?"

“Sorry, but that is nothing but the truth”, I rolled my eyes.

Even though he didn't suck me when we had sex later, the seed of doubt was already planted in his head.

I know this, because days later he was more committed to making me cum. Before he seemed to care only about his pleasure, but after our conversation, he even put his fingers to work on my clit – which were presented by me –, as he moved in and out of me, until I came on his fingers. It felt good, but I wanted to feel his tongue down there, and wanted to see his head between my legs. I wanted so badly to squirm in pleasure beneath him as he sucked everything I had to offer him.

When the dream day finally arrived, all my thoughts turned opaque as I felt him hug me from behind and lean his body against mine as his lips found the skin of my neck.

“Do you know how hot you look wearing my shirt?” he asked huskily, pressing me closer to his body, making my ass fit into his crotch. And I already felt it was hard. "Even more so I know you're not wearing anything under it."

I couldn't hold back the moan as I felt his fingers travel up my waist until they reached my breasts under the fabric. He squeezed it first and then circled the nipple with his finger, making it hard. He knew how sensitive I was in that area. And to my delight, he lowered his other hand to between my legs, and slid it to find my sex, which was already starting to get wet.

When I was in his apartment, I liked to have just one piece of clothing. Walking around his house half-naked was one of the most satisfying things for me, because I knew that anytime we were going to get laid and being too undressed would get in the way of the process. So I opted to wear just a pair of panties or a T-shirt with nothing underneath, as was the case now.

He removed his hand from my body and pulled me away, but only to pick me up and take me to his bed, where he laid me down and leaned over me and started kissing me.

His kiss tasted like the whiskey he drank a few minutes ago. I ran my hands over his body and scratched him lightly on his back, inside his shirt. He ended the kiss and rolled off of me, but only to undress. I watched the scene intently, looking at each piece of skin that was revealed to me little by little. When he took off his underwear and his cock popped out, I felt my mouth water. He was there in front of me, completely naked.

I got rid of his t-shirt I was wearing and crawled until I was close to his body, took his hard member in my hands and started masturbating before putting it in my mouth. Unconsciously, I reared my hips up, and ran my tongue over the glans, tasting the pre-cum. Without waiting, I felt him lean over to smack my ass, and it made his cock almost hit my throat, making me gasp. I pulled it out of my mouth, gasping for air, but went back to sucking on it. When I relaxed, I put him in one piece and this time I got used to that intruder so deep, and I heard him grunt. He loved when I swallowed him like that, but before I could make him cum, he gently withdrew from my mouth and lay down on the bed, turning me to stand beside him.

He kissed me again and wrapped his hands around my waist and slid them to my ass, where he slapped my ass, making me moan into his mouth.

We made out until he was on top of me, making me feel his hard cock on my thigh as he kissed my neck and played with my nipples.

I was already throbbing with lust, and it got worse when he slid his fingers to my clit and touched his fingertip to that sensitive spot, making me arch into him. But he did nothing but tease me, and I wanted him to use his tongue this time to bring me to orgasm. For that reason, I forced his head down and he got the message, surprisingly trailing kisses down my body, but before he got there he stopped and returned the kisses to where they were before, leaving me frustrated.

I sighed in annoyance, and shifted our positions, getting on top of him. I positioned myself right on top of his cock, and I fit my pussy there, not to slide him inside, but to rub myself there. He liked my boldness a lot, but I abruptly left the place until I was positioned right in his mouth. I felt him startle under me, but it was too late because I was already sitting pretty well in his face, with my cunt snug in the place where I always wished it was. He showed no resistance, just ran the tip of his tongue over my clit and I closed my eyes, sighing.

At first, he was stuck and a little lost, but little by little he got used to it and now his whole tongue passed through my intimacy, sometimes sucking painfully. It was good for me and it was good for him too, because I felt him grip my thighs tightly, holding me in place as he penetrated me with his tongue. I saw stars. When he smeared the entire place and when my body showed signs of the first orgasm, nimbly and using a little force he took me off him and put me back on the bed, with my back to the mattress. I thought he had given up, but he again slid down my body and positioned himself between my legs, giving me that wonderful sight. Again he pressed his tongue against my clit.

Seeing him there, with his head buried in the place I'd always dreamed of, made a fire burn in my stomach, and my brain worked tirelessly on the new sensations his mouth was gaving me me.

And he looked very committed and thirsty. He was like someone who had gone days without even a drop of liquid and who had just found an inexhaustible source of pure water. And I was that source. And just the thought of having him thirsty for me was enough to give my boner more ammo and make my hips start working nimbly, looking for more contact. Zoro shaved every day, but there were already two that he didn't shave, so the growing hairs scraped the inside of my thighs when I moved my hips, leaving goose bumps.

His tongue explored every corner of my intimacy and his arms closed tightly around my legs as he brought one hand to one of my breasts and rested it there, squeezing every now and then as my body showed signs of orgasm.

He didn't let go of me when I came for the first time or when I screamed for the second. Instead, he circled my waist with his arms and held me immobile in place as he sipped every drop that dared escape from me. He showed no signs of satiating even when I scratched his shoulders or slapped him in the arms to get him to let go. In fact, it felt like it was just an extra boost for him when I was on the verge of madness, writhing in his mouth and thrashing around aimlessly for support and control of the spasms in my body.

He was both a sadist and a masochist at the same time, which is why I was so attracted to him.

When he released me, I was almost voiceless and completely shaky. I wouldn't be able to form an intelligible word, and his playful smile, which I saw blurred due to the tears pooling in the corners of my eyes, gave away his satisfaction at seeing me in that state.

When I finally composed myself and my heart stopped beating in my chest, pulse, and throat, I took a deep breath and stared at him. He was lying beside me, looking at me and running his hand down my face, lovingly.

“You look beautiful when you're coming”, was the first thing he said.

“You look handsome between my legs”, I returned the answer in the same tone.

He smiled and massaged his jaw, as if in pain.

“Too bad it takes so long to cum, my chin hurts”, he complained and I rolled my eyes.

“You didn't leave me after my first orgasm,” I accused. “For those who were afraid of giving me oral sex, you seemed to enjoy it a lot”, I continued, with a pout.

“I had no idea you were that tasty,” he said, smiling slightly. “Now you better get ready, because your taste has gone straight to the top of my favorite flavors”, he assured me, as he pulled me by the waist to glue my body to his.

I kissed his lips softly, and touched our foreheads, and he kissed me again, obscenely. It didn't take me long to be on my knees for him, determined to reward him for the multiple organs he gave me.

Seeing him from above, with his eyes closed and his expression filled with pure delight, made me want to feel his cock in the back of my throat to the point of gasping for air. But he refused to cum inside my mouth. He lifted me up and positioned me on all fours on the bed and placed the condom on his cock.

When he sank into me, I moaned loudly, too happy that my sex life with my boyfriend was perfect.

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An Allegory Within the Dark

This is an unofficial fan translation of chapter 3 of Jujutsu Kaisen’s first light novel, Departing Summer and Returning Autumn by Gege Akutami and Ballad Kitaguni.

Summary: Mahito stumbles across an unusual human in his search for a place to call ‘home’.

Featured characters: Primarily Mahito, with brief appearances from Hanami and Jogo, along with an unnamed novel-only character

Timeline: An undefined time prior to the events of the Vs. Mahito arc

An Allegory Within the Dark

If you want to hide a tree, you go to the middle of a forest.

So if you’re looking to hide a person, you should go to the middle of a city.

Following that logic, it makes sense for curses worthy of being the true humans to set up their hideout in the city center.

Cursed spirits would actually have it much easier if they spent their time in places crammed with fear where humans and the like can’t live: deep in the mountains or in densely wooded areas, for example.

But for a group of curses plotting to overturn the current era, a base in the heart of the city is crucial for invasion and seeking refuge. That being the case, it’s also better to try aiming for a location with a high concentration of negativity.

Anyway, that’s how some employees from a scam business ended up massacred.

“This really is the simplest way to handle it. All of them nest together up here away from the public eye, so clean-up is a cinch.”

Jogo laughed while trampling the burning remains of a corpse underfoot.

Roughly two minutes ago, there were about six humans in the office.

The curses considered a few ways to handle dispatching them but ultimately decided that burning was the fastest, so Jogo quickly turned them to ash.

“But humans used this building, didn’t they? Won’t it be a problem if there’s property management or something?” Mahito asked, poking at an ostentatious vase displayed on a shelf.

Apparently the concern was unnecessary. Jogo tried to answer with a grin, but a nonsensical language cut into their conversation.

“⏁⊑⟒⟟⍀ ⎎⍜⋏⏁ ⟟⌇ ☊⎍⌇⏁⍜⋔”

“Oi, bastard—! Stop talking, Hanami! It makes my head itch!”

Though Hanami spoke in nothing but meaningless sounds, the intention behind it was somehow transmitted directly into the minds of others. This was usually unpleasant and it irritated Jogo.

When he noticed Mahito still looking his way, Jogo continued to explain despite his frustration.

“Hmph... What? There’s no need to worry. I asked Geto what his aim was, and it looks like these were the kind of underhanded humans who got involved in plenty of unethical things.”

“Hm. So basically, other humans won’t actually come close if they get that curse stuff happens here.”

“Exactly. Any respectable, straight-laced human would never come near this place under normal circumstances. It’s the perfect city-center hideout.”

“Is it really?”

“...What is it, Mahito? You don’t seem satisfied. What’s there to worry about? It would put us in a great position to start preparing our plans for the city, and it’s great for a quick escape if we need one.”

“Mm... No, you’re right, but...”

“But what? Spit it out.”

“It’s just... This room is really tacky.”

“Huh?”

With a pop, a small eruption burst forth from Jogo’s head. His narrowed eye looked like a painting of a gently sloping mountain.

“It’s tasteless, isn’t it? Stuff like that gaudy gold lion in the sparkly jar or this cheap-looking sideboard.”

“What are you even saying?! I have no idea what’s gotten into you lately, but you’ve been so annoying!”

“Movies.”

“Movies? Are those overly-embellished portrayals of humans really that interesting?”

“They’re references for my studies on the structure of a soul,” Mahito replied with an ambiguous smile.

If humans could see him, they might be reminded of a proud elementary schooler discussing the knowledge they gained from a book report.

“If I’m being honest, I don’t find the stories that interesting either, but I don’t hate the sense of visual aesthetics that humans have. That said, this room has too many useless colors and really hurts the eyes.”

“Such bratty, selfish complaints... We can just burn or toss anything that’s an eyesore.”

“No need, I’m going to look for a place to settle down on my own.”

“What? Ah, hey— Where are you going?”

Not waiting for Jogo’s response, Mahito waved over his shoulder and vanished like smoke or a gentle breeze, off to who-knows-where.

“Geez… Maybe it’s because he was born from human fear, but even knowing he’s a curse, he tends to be way too frivolous. Watching movies and all…”

While grumbling out his complaints, Jogo took a pipe from his shirt pocket to put in his mouth.

Unlike human cigarettes, this wooden pipe somehow imitated a screaming face when smoked.

“But that Mahito...”

Jogo spun around to survey the room with his one eye.

“...He says that, but it doesn’t seem tacky to me.”

“⊑⏃⋏⏃⋔⟟”

“I already said shut up!!”

You can only find a hideaway that suits you by looking for it on your own.

Mahito wandered through the city with this in mind. He alternated left and right turns on a whim any time he happened across a traffic light, walked alongside stray cats, or sometimes simply went in the direction of clouds that he liked the shape of.

While traveling along his chosen path like this, he keenly felt just how laughable humans were.

Though the city belongs to them, no one walking in and out of it was more free than Mahito.

Everyone seemed constrained. They were captured by ties of obligation and vanity, living in a wide, deep, big city with such narrow outlooks.

Unaffected by the enormous sky sprawling out endlessly overhead, they box themselves into their concrete city with their own hands and limited perception of souls, passing the time by whittling their lives down further and further.

Mahito even learned the words for some of these human concepts to study later.

For example, they call it “morals”. They call it “common sense”. They call it “emotion”.

But a human soul isn’t anything more than the resulting mechanical movement that comes from external stimuli.

And so they let go of freedom and live tightly controlled lives, fearing the judgmental stares of others, stooping to flattery for society’s approval.

“...What a waste.”

Everyone is bound by ostentatious shackles of their own making.

That’s why these curses know there has to be a change, as far as humans go. Those who cannot do anything but crawl in such an unsightly way under the magnificent sky must hand over the world.

Mahito thinks. He ponders over any topic his soul turns toward. He walks wherever the wind blows him.

Before long, the time had come for the sun to descend in the western sky. He could hear the burbling of a river.

“Not bad.”

The hideaway Mahito found was under a bridge, across the river.

It was a tunnel, vacant and huge like a temple.

Pipes ran along the inside, clear water flowing from them and into the river. It looked like wastewater was drained here after being purified, so there wasn’t much discomfort.

Apart from the humid air and the moss that emitted a peculiar grassy smell, it seemed wide enough to splash and jump around in, and the concrete’s cool texture provided a refreshing welcome.

There’s a season that curses are partial to.

Negative human emotions accumulate from the end of winter to spring, and it could be said that the rainy season served as the so-called peak of their ripening.

The inside of the damp tunnel held the same atmosphere. There was a gloominess there in the dim lighting that could easily nurture fear. It gently moistened Mahito’s skin; he felt cozy.

“Yeah, let’s stay here.”

When choosing a place to live, it’s best to trust your instincts.

Perhaps humans should do the same, but what they can’t readily do, Mahito can decide without hesitation. If he’s free when he wanders, then he’s free when he settles down, too.

Mahito stepped into the tunnel in good spirits, knocking solidly on the concrete floor.

The soul’s metabolism smooths out in comforting spaces. But…

“Huh?”

After walking a short distance, Mahito discovered “that”.

He initially thought it was some garbage or something that a human illegally dumped. But before long, it became clear that it was a sack-like silhouette leaning against a wall.

At first glance, it perhaps looked like a mere collection of rags.

But the shape of a soul was there.

—Ah, it’s alive.

Yes, just as Mahito had realized, it was a human.

The tattered clothing and wildly overgrown hair and beard hid his shape, but it was undoubtedly a human.

His exact age wasn’t clear from his outward appearance, but whether he was 60 or over 80, he looked elderly.

Mahito thought it was a bit of a pain.

There was already a visitor living in his precious hideaway.

Of course, taking care of this issue would be an easy matter for him. But he felt the same discomfort as a homeowner finding a stain on the wall of their new house.

‘Anyway, if I’m gonna deal with this, let’s get it done,’ Mahito thought, reaching out toward the old man with a little sigh.

Whereupon, unexpectedly, the old man spoke.

“...I’m sorry if you’re displeased.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t know what you came here to do, but... I’m sure your mood has soured after stumbling across the home of an old fool. But I have nowhere to go, either.”

Mahito was a little taken aback.

The old man was clearly aware of Mahito and turned toward him to speak. This wouldn’t be surprising at all if he was talking to a fellow human.

But Mahito is a curse.

The eyes of a mere human can’t clearly perceive cursed spirits.

It isn’t impossible, though. If humans are born with cursed energy, it isn’t unusual for them to be aware of the existence of curses.

What caught Mahito’s attention was this old man’s lack of ‘eyes’.

As in, he had no eyes in the physical sense. Instead, in the empty sockets that once held them, there was a burn scar that was painful just to look at.

Even sorcerers rely on their eyes to view the world.

They depend on their field of vision to spot cursed spirits. That’s why so many of them use sunglasses and the like to conceal their line of sight, as it helps them remain unaffected. It also helps them maintain a balanced mind when their daily life overflows with curses.

However, that was not the case for this old man.

“Can you see me?”

When Mahito asked, the old man answered with a gentle nod.

“At the very least, I can feel you.”

“But you can’t see the world?”

“Naturally. That includes the scenery, what you look like, what color your skin is, and even your gender. Even so... I know you’re there.”

“...Are you a sorcerer?”

“Most likely not.”

“You’re being pretty vague, even though you’re talking about yourself.”

“For a long time, that’s what I’ve been the most vague about.”

Mahito began to notice something strange.

He can feel the shape of a human’s soul.

He knows the movement of a soul’s metabolism, whether it takes on a harsh form, withers weakly, or flickers with liveliness.

However, this old man’s soul was hardly metabolizing.

It was like a meadow with no wind, or a still sea, or the blue sky on a cloudless day.

No, it would be most appropriate to compare it to a stone.

His soul was like a stone on the side of the road.

No fancy ornamentation, no polishing. Unmoving, unwavering.

Calmly passing the time while growing moss.

That was the shape this old man’s soul had.

No matter how calm or how old a person is, the human soul always flickers.

As the years stack up, common sense doesn’t disappear, selfishness isn’t eliminated, and fear isn’t conquered.

But this old man was different.

The old man’s soul was at peace. He had sincerely accepted that everything would decay with time, but that didn’t mean he would throw his life away. It was truly similar to the way in which nature existed.

It was Mahito’s first time meeting anyone like this.

For a while, the tunnel became something of a den for Mahito.

He had gotten a hammock from somewhere, which he hung up between the pipes. He lounged in it and read, passing the time in comfort.

In a movie about life on a deserted island, a human who was desperate to survive made a hammock. Through it, he was able to regain a little peace of mind.

Since it looked surprisingly comfortable, Mahito gave it a try and it worked out nicely.

The arguments and fights of the outside world didn’t reach the inside of the tunnel, where only the burble of the small stream could be heard.

It provided a good environment for soothing the soul.

While leisurely absorbing new knowledge from his books, Mahito would sometimes absentmindedly gaze up toward the ceiling, or glance down at the corner where the old man squatted, looking as he always did.

“How do you live like this? It’s pretty mysterious...”

In the end, Mahito didn’t kill the old man.

It’s important to note that the old man wasn’t much of a hindrance for him. If it would make no difference whether he was there or gone, then Mahito figured getting rid of him would be more of a hassle.

The old man was just there, even quieter and more carefree than a stray cat.

Mahito knew the phrase: ‘man is only a reed, but he is a thinking reed’.

He found it hilarious and also genuinely liked it. It simultaneously boasted about being trapped in thoughts of the soul, while also showing that humans were frail as weeds.

It could be said that the old man was an unthinking reed, then.

No – he was even quieter than that; more like grass or some type of moss. In any case, the old man said nothing and simply carried on living.

Every now and then, the old man would suddenly shuffle off elsewhere, but he would be back to sleep before Mahito knew it. He was surely getting food from somewhere, but he never seemed to gain weight. If he lost any while in the tunnel, he would eat just enough to gain it back when he left, and no more.

It was a style of living so close to nature that it seemed more like a phenomenon than a life.

“That’s why I seriously wonder if you can see me.”

The suspicion was uttered suddenly.

Mahito wasn’t exactly speaking to the old man. Rather, his tone was that of someone talking to themselves.

But when he noticed that the old man’s soul didn’t waver even after hearing him speak, Mahito finally addressed him directly.

“How long have you been here?”

“Let’s see… I think a few winters have passed, but I’m not sure,” the old man muttered, his reply quiet.

Since they were two beings with souls who were aware of each other’s existence, Mahito felt it would be more natural to chat every now and then.

“Don’t you get bored?”

When spoken to in a soft tone, the old man also responded softly.

“I’ve forgotten how to be bored.”

“How do you usually pass the time here?”

“I don’t do anything, really. I just listen to the sounds.”

“The sounds?”

“The sounds of the water flowing.”

“...Is it fun?”

“It’s not. But I forgot how to have fun a long time ago, too, so it’s not an issue.”

So it was like that. Mahito nodded.

If this old man could no longer even feel the pain of boredom, perhaps his soul was worn down.

Humans of the city gasp and struggle through the hurt of not having enough, yet always wish for more even when they get what they wanted. Their souls grew fat and tattered through the rich accumulation of these negative feelings.

So in that regard, from Mahito’s point of view, the old man had a thin soul – but it could be said that was clever of him.

A fat and full human soul leads to a fear of losing the gratifying present moment, which in turn gives birth to curses.

“It’s hard to get your attention. What’s your name?”

When Mahito asked, the old man looked into the air for just a second.

“I left that behind. You can call me whatever you like.”

“There are humans without names? Even curses have them.”

“If you don’t meet other people, you don’t need a name.”

“Isn’t it a problem if you don’t have one?”

“When is it a problem?”

“When it’s time to be buried.”

“I don’t need a gravestone with a name. I can just be stuffed into a common grave, or maybe I’ll rot undiscovered and return to the earth that way.”

“Can’t you take a joke?”

“…Was that a joke?”

The old man didn’t laugh. Neither did Mahito.

But Mahito had the feeling that this old man was childish, contrary to his appearance. His lack of attachments created an unsullied disposition that might make him younger than he looked.

His interest in the old man simmered and surged.

It was his first time seeing this type of human, his first time feeling a soul with this form. For Mahito, this was a rare specimen.

What kind of path must life take to make this kind of human? What would be the most intriguing shape to make with a soul like that? What uses could one plan for such a person?

And what kind of curse would be born from them?

With these questions fueling his curiosity, Mahito started to chat with the old man.

“Why are you here?”

“…Why?”

The old man looked up toward the ceiling through his unruly bangs.

His eye sockets were empty, but it seems like even without sight, humans tended to stare into nothing when they were thinking. One curiosity of Mahito’s was satisfied.

“You weren’t born and raised in this tunnel, right? As a human, you must have been in that noisy city.”

“Ah, that. I lived a fairly busy life a long time ago. I inherited the house, worked, made money and supported my family.”

“So you were a human in a pretty good position.”

“In human society, yes. Looking back on it now, it was all meaningless.”

“So... what, you basically started living in a hole like a mouse, then?”

“I did that because I lost everything that I needed up to then. I lost my social status, my money, and a place where I belonged.”

“You lost it all?”

“I was tricked. That’s when my eyes were burned, so I lost my sight then, too.”

Mahito incidentally recalled the company Jogo attacked.

“You got tricked, huh? You seem pretty good-natured about it.”

“That’s because I didn’t care much about being tricked.”

“You’re a weird old man. Is this some kind of hobby where you get your kicks when people deceive you or something?”

“I’m just saying, that’s the kind of person I was back then. The ones who tricked me were my old friend and my wife. My eyes were burned in that so-called “accident”¹; they claimed I wasn’t of sound mind and body after that, and under the guise of caring for me, they stole everything I worked for before I knew it.”

“That’s a pretty flashy way to trick someone, isn’t it? You’re talking like it’s someone else’s problem.”

“Those two loved each other, and I was loved by no one. Knowing that was more monumental to me than being tricked.”

It was hard for Mahito to interpret what the old man said.

Love. Is it really such an important word?

It’s said that curses born from love exist in the world. It seems there are tremendously powerful ones among them, too. But Mahito doesn’t understand how the mechanism by which people love each other is any different from a cat’s attachment to a blanket.

Still, Mahito knows for a fact that people are obsessed with it.

“Didn’t you curse them? The ones who tricked you.”

“Not really.”

“’Not really’, huh. You know, normally a human in that situation would get angry and hold grudges, and it would make the shape of their soul deteriorate.”

“It’s true, though. I don’t think I had the energy to even consider seeking revenge or hurting them.”

“...I get it.”

Mahito nodded, filling in the blanks.

Regardless of whether or not he can guess the trends in human emotion, Mahito has studied many movies, novels and poetry so far.

Then there were the humans he tinkered with. Mahito could put together the pieces he gleaned from those things and use them to break down the old man’s story.

“So basically, you were in despair. So much despair that it was like your soul was about to die. That’s how you broke through the creation of grudges and curses and ended up like this.”

The old man slowly shook his head.

“I may have been disappointed, but I don’t believe I felt the intense despair you’re thinking of.”

“Are ‘disappointment’ and ‘despair’ different?”

“They are; this is just my personal experience.”

The old man raised his face, following the memories.

“There was no burning resentment or turbulent sorrow. It’s just... I was tired, I guess. Between work, assets, reputation, my life situation and duties, dealing with others, caring about the family name... I think I was probably just tired and worn out because of it all.”

“And that’s why you didn’t get mad even after being tricked?”

“I was at peace. They say the soul gets lighter after going through disappointments.”

The old man’s voice was calm.

It had a cool quality to it, like muddy water that had been filtered clean.

“I couldn’t see, I had no money, I had no love... But as I was walking through the city with nothing to my name, it all suddenly became inconsequential. And then, as I looked around, I saw the city in a new light.”

“Even though you can’t see?”

“Yes. When you can’t see anything, it’s just sound and wind that goes on forever anywhere you are. I couldn’t even see the walls blocking the city in. It was just endless darkness spreading out forever, like a starless night. For the first time, I understood how wide the world was. And I thought to myself... ah, I’m free, aren’t I?”

Mahito blinked rapidly.

This old man’s thinking didn’t fit any other case he had gathered so far.

Even hearing about his past, he couldn’t understand the old man’s thoughts.

But even from Mahito’s point of view, the old man was certainly free.

Without so much as leaving the middle of this tunnel, he knew that the sky was vast.

Perhaps he knew it better than any member of high society walking around freely in the city. He knew the wide spread of the sky, the soft caress of the wind, the gentle sounds of the water.

This old man, who looked like a simple rakugoka², had no property or social standing. He even lost his connection to other humans... And maybe that’s precisely why he could uncover the elusive meaning of the word ‘freedom’.

He was just existing, just being alive, without attachments, grudges or curses.

“So basically ‘not all those who wander are lost’?”

“Yes, though quoting Tolkien’s works might be a little tedious.”

Mahito smiled when the man immediately caught the reference to a book he just happened to read.

“Were you a bookworm?”

“All I did was cram a lot of information in.”

“It’s good to be well-read.”

If curses are born from the fear that humans feel, could this old man even be considered human?

As Mahito is, he struggles with the expression of human emotions.

But he was calm.

For the first time since coming into contact with humans, he had a feeling of peace.

“I think if everyone in the world was like you, I wouldn’t have been born.”

Mahito looked back at his book.

The old man, staring into nothing as always, fell silent again.

Curses are born from humans, but they also kill humans. There is no way for the two to coexist.

But in this tunnel, a curse and a human were doing exactly that.

Though distorted, this peaceful period of time flowed by gently.

It’s only natural for humans to hate and fear other humans.

Since they can’t see souls, they can only make guesses about the feelings of others, and they’re swayed by their own emotions.

They don’t understand that these things are just a reflection of the soul’s metabolism. They don’t even know where their soul is.

Mahito investigated the matter.

This blind man lost his sight and his connection to others, so his soul received less stimulation.

And so, no longer influenced by unnecessary things in the physical world, he spent a lot of time facing his inner world and reflecting.

“It’s kind of like a monk’s training. Through strong introversion, a person looks at their soul more often.”

Mahito walked around the city, skimming through a beaten-up copy of the Heart Sutra.

It was a sutra handbook that focused on controlling the soul. It looked like humans of the past did their own research into freeing the soul from the material world.

The old man’s life ended up in a similar state without him setting out to do it on purpose.

That was likely how he learned to feel other souls through the darkness he lived in. Mahito concluded this was the reason he was aware of curses.

“I think he was already predisposed, but... seems like it’s easier for introverted humans to show promise.”

If he gave the old man’s situation even deeper consideration, he could probably make a lot of guesses about a sorcerer’s training. There’s even a way to encourage the first manifestation of cursed energy.

In that case, it should also be possible to take a talented person and ‘make’ them into a sorcerer or curse-user.

Unleashing a curse-user made by a curse onto a sorcerer...

That might be a fun experiment. It’s easier to shake up a human’s soul by having them fight other humans, rather than just exorcising curses. Sukuna’s vessel should be no exception.

Although...

—Maybe it’s fine to do that a little later?

Yes, Mahito thought it over at his leisure.

He is free. When it’s time to move, he moves. When it’s time to rest, he rests.

And he was not in the mood to launch that plan into action.

Rather, for the time being, he just wanted to gather knowledge and indulge in thought. He also got some new books and wanted to read fantasy novels while basking in the quiet comfort of the tunnel.

Mahito’s gait became lighter. While walking alongside the throng of people, he even began to hum.

Suddenly, a loud voice rang out from between two buildings.

“—so damn annoying, yeah?”

Looking over that way, he saw two young humans: a man with long, thin hair, and a muscular skinhead. They were undoubtedly people who looked like trouble.

The long-haired man listened as the skinhead rambled on with his complaints, seemingly in some kind of sullen mood.

“Damn, it’s seriously freezing. Anyway, every last one of ‘em just puts on shitty airs, but it’s all just talk. Nothin’ but excuses. Ah, I wanna kill ‘em all...”

“You say that, but come on. You talk big about wanting to beat these guys to death when you’re pissed, but could you actually kill someone?”

“Sure. Ain’t like killing’s hard.”

“Seriously?”

Mahito squinted and listened, the conversation going in one ear and out the other.

It’s not that he disliked the way they acted or how they spoke bluntly about their heart’s desires. But Mahito knew people like this were all talk.

“Yeah– seriously, anyone’s fine, I just wanna kill someone.”

Then maybe you should do it without saying anything.

Better yet, he thought about practicing some killing methods on them. But Mahito felt the light weight of the book in his hand as he reached out, and he stopped.

Rather than sparing any consideration for this, he just wanted to go back to the comfort of the tunnel and read.

“I’ll kill ‘em.”

The skinhead’s grumbling voice sounded like a spell.

But the words would find no power or heart to shelter in. Shut away between these buildings, the most a person can do is talk to themselves. It’s best for humans like this to stick to the narrow back alleys, foolishly thinking they’re enjoying a wide world.

Mahito averted his gaze and made his way back home.

“Why did Gregor become a bug?”

Mahito suddenly asked the old man, not taking his eyes off the novel.

It was a famous book by Franz Kafka.

A story in which a human unexpectedly turns into a poisonous insect.

“The most popular theory is that the bug is a metaphor.”

“Metaphor?”

“It means he was a person who was hated and oppressed within society, treated the same way a human would treat a bug. Kind of like an old man who was suddenly blinded and tricked one day.”

“Is that a joke?”

“Not exactly.”

It was detached and dispassionate, but an answer would come back any time Mahito said something. When conversing with the old man, it felt like talking to a dictionary. He had a lot of information.

He knew about things like the inner workings of the mind and human culture, and he was smart enough to explain it simply in discussions.

For Mahito, who analyzed human souls through books and movies, this old man’s knowledge and conversation helped in its own way.

When do humans get angry? Why do they grieve?

How do they trust and in what ways are they betrayed?

Mahito lived with a different sense of ethics when compared to humans, so there were many things he struggled to interpret. The old man explained them and helped him understand.

He had a strong interest in the experiences of the old man, who had once lived among humans but didn’t act like them.

“After becoming a bug, Gregor eventually hid away like he was told to, but he still ended up being spotted and it led to his death. Jii-san³, why do you think that is?”

“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”

“That’s a quote from Virginia Woolf, right?”

When Mahito immediately and correctly guessed the source, the old man raised a brow slightly.

“You’re a pretty avid reader, too. Conversations with you are really stress-free.”

“Do you have to go back to living with other humans, then?”

“If you don’t have any attachment to the human world, there’s no need to run from it or stand against it⁴.”

“I see,” Mahito murmured to let the other know he was listening, eyes still on the book.

Even if he wasn’t looking at it, the old man’s perpetually calm soul was aglow in the dark like always.

Mahito read his book in the dim room lit by the brilliance of that soul instead of a candle.

Time quietly flowed through the darkness.

Outside of the tunnel, signs indicating the end of summer crept up.

The end came abruptly.

One day, when Mahito was heading back to the tunnel with an abandoned poetry anthology that he picked up on an aimless walk through the city, he felt a noisiness that shouldn’t have been there.

There were one, two, three swaying souls.

One had a very familiar shape, but it was terribly frail. It was like the dying flame of a candle weakened by the wind.

With the same unchanging gait as always, Mahito stepped into the tunnel.

As expected, the old man was there.

But the unusual thing was the crumpled, strange position that he was in.

He was also sandwiched between two younger men who were looking down at him.

“Oooi, isn’t this bad? Did this guy seriously die?”

A man with long, thin hair spoke in a tone that was not particularly anxious.

“Didn’t I say it? I said I could kill,” a muscular skinhead replied, his voice casual.

“But ain’t this just impulsive?”

“Yeah, well, the old man had some real cheek, looking down on us when he’s this weak. So why not just kick him?”

The skinhead likely played sports, given that his legs were as thick around as logs. Kicking an old man to death would be easier than crushing a can.

The two didn’t seem to have a single scrap of interest in the old man, his life or his soul.

There was no reason, no grudge, no clear murderous intent.

It seemed like they simply arrived at the tunnel somehow. They took the opportunity to do as much violence as they wanted. They beat him on a whim.

It could be said that this way of being is freedom for humans.

Mahito crouched down, peeking at the old man’s face.

The beaten visage of the man with burned eyes came into view. But even at a time like this, his expression was as calm as always.

“Are you going to die?”

Mahito searched for even a mumbled word or two in response.

“...Seems so...”

The old man answered in a hoarse voice. He likely barely had the power left to speak now. It appeared as though the two men didn’t hear him over their loud conversation.

He intently inspected the old man’s soul.

The peaceful soul was not flickering, nor did it hold anger or grief; it was simply coming to an unhurried end.

Mahito was impressed.

This old man had found the true meaning of freedom. He really was released from every tie of obligation in this world. Even on the verge of death, that didn’t change.

Being able to make sure of that with his own two eyes, Mahito felt considerably relieved. In the same way he would watch a flower wither and fall, he observed the old man’s death.

Nevertheless...

“Jii-san?”

He had a feeling.

It’s like seeing a plot twist you don’t want to see if you keep turning the pages of a book.

Or like knowing the contents of a present before you open it.

That kind of buzz spread through Mahito’s chest.

While he puzzled over the instinctive alarm bells screaming at him to stop watching, everything was heading toward its end.

“...I thought I would die alone.”

The old man’s soul dimly flickered.

A smile was on his swollen face.

“...To have someone... here to witness this old fool’s last moments...”

The flicker might have been insignificant, like a single drop breaking the water’s surface. Even so, for an instant near death, at the end of it all...

The old man’s soul ‘metabolized’.

“...Tha...nk... y...”

The old man died smiling.

“. . .”

Mahito’s eyes opened wide, and for a moment, he was frozen.

He thought the old man was different when compared to other humans. To Mahito, he seemed unfettered.

Mahito thought the unique philosophical views stemming from such an extraordinary state of mind had freed him from all the shackles of this world.

But despite all of that, the old man was still captured right in his last moments.

On the brink of death, he clung to someone else so he could avoid a lonely end.

The old man was only human.

For a human, it was likely satisfying enough. Perhaps it was even the proper way for one to die.

“. . .”

Mahito said nothing.

But what felt like a dry wind blew through his chest, leaving him cold.

He didn’t know the name humans gave that emotion. But his consciousness was like yarn tangling in on itself, wriggling around like a worm—

And suddenly, it all cut off at once.

The only thing left behind was the sensation of standing in a dry and barren wasteland.

“—So basically,” the skinhead’s voice echoed. “Police probably won’t do a proper investigation. Not for this old nobody.”

“Hey, hey, hey; that’s still a person,” the long haired man answered lightly.

“Yeah, well, that guy started it.”

“He shoulda looked at who he was talking to before he picked a fight.”

“Anyway, my pants are dirty from all that kicking... That’s a problem.”

“So fussy. That’s what you’re worried about when you just killed a guy? How funny.”

“That ain’t a person. Anyway, don’t you know I like being clean? Ahh, the blood won’t come off... Water doesn’t do any good, right?”

“Yeah, it doesn’t – but more importantly, if you’ve settled down, I’m hungry. Let’s stop by a convenience store.”

“I dunno. If you’re gonna look, buy a bento and let’s get outta here.”

Mahito quickly stood up in the same way one would when they finished looking for something in a store.

A sense of fatigue was deeply ingrained in his body.

Their incoherent voices persisted, reverberating through the tunnel, smeared with excuses and attempts to escape reality. He couldn’t hear the soft burble of the stream.

With deep-seated listlessness, Mahito approached the skinhead as one would move to pick up fallen trash.

Idle Transfiguration. The technique spreads quickly.

And thus, the moment he tapped the man’s back, its shape was no longer human.

“Ee—!!”

If he just killed them, it would create a nuisance in the form of a corpse, so he simply folded it up into something palm-sized and kept it alive.

Then, with a careless sweep⁵ of his hand, he folded up the other man as well.

“Begh—”

It fell silent.

Mahito gathered up the two, now no bigger than chess pieces, and turned his attention down toward the remaining corpse of the old man.

It was now just a bag of meat full of bones. Not even the soul remained, so he couldn’t use Idle Transfiguration to fiddle with it.

He was briefly troubled by its disposal, which served as the biggest inconvenience.

In the tunnel, there nothing but the sound of running water.

It was a day where the sky seemed farther away than usual.

Clouds peeked out from around the buildings and a good feeling was carried in on the wind.

Mahito aimlessly walked about the city.

“Maybe I’ll catch a movie. It’s been ages.”

He picked a tiny, somewhat old-looking theater and snuck in.

He’s had high motivation lately, and it seemed like some unnecessary things had peeled away from his soul, leaving him more carefree than ever.

Thanks to that, he had also begun to toy with humans more often.

If he can fold a person up and make them small, he wanted to test out inflating one instead, but he slept on the idea overnight. It was pretty fun, but he knew that he was getting too absorbed. He also felt that carrying on with too much persistence wasn’t a good thing.

A change of pace every now and then was fine, too.

He hadn’t closely checked to see what was being screened. It was mostly just plain and obscure movies, but if one went in with no expectations, they might come across a surprisingly interesting tale.

Curiously, he had that kind of a feeling.

While walking through the hall of the theater, he casually felt through his pocket, which had grown bulky with the ‘small humans’ that he had touched.

—Speaking of which, he thought that was a nuisance.

He carelessly tossed some of them away.

Opening the door, he stepped into the theater.

Perhaps because it was a weekday, there weren’t many customers. The silhouettes of what appeared to be students filled out a few seats here and there.

From where Mahito stood in the corner, he had a good view of the screen.

Soon, instead of a curtain raising, the theater was engulfed in darkness.

T/N: [1] In this sentence, the implication is that the “accident” was very much orchestrated by the old man’s friend and wife, who burned his eyes somehow and then merely made it look like an accident [2] The rakugoka is the storyteller in rakugo, a form of (often) comedic theater that relies solely on spoken word from the rakugoka, who only uses a fan and hand towel as props [3] A way of referring to old men in general, basically like “gramps/grandpa”; Mahito never calls him by an actual name [4] Essentially, the old man’s saying that he (or anyone) can exist parallel to human society without interacting if they have no attachments to it and can still find peace, contrary to the Woolf quote [5] Kanji reads sweep, furigana reads cleanse (the same word for exorcism that sorcerers use)

Thanks as well to Pixi for help with editing and tl checks! If an officially translated version of the novel becomes available in your country, please consider purchasing it, or consider buying a copy of the original novel in Japanese if possible!

#jujutsu kaisen #mahito #mahito jujutsu kaisen #mahito jjk #jogo jjk #hanami jjk #jujutsu kaisen light novel #translation #departing summer and returning autumn

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meet-cute | b.b.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Warning(s): fluff, awkward Bucky, vet appointment stuff, Alpine Request: Babes if you're lowkey taking requests can I lowkey make one? 👉🏼👈🏼🥺💕 something flirty and cute and maybe a lil spicy with Bucky and vet!reader where something's going on with Alpine? Not self indulgent at all 😻💖 Notes: This was the first thing I’ve written in months and it felt damn good. Funny story, I actually almost went to school to be a vet tech + shadowed a vet for two weeks and got to see some wickedly cool things.

This was a bit self-indulgent on my part because I had a cat who passed away some years ago because of struvite stones and I wished he had a happier ending like Alpine so I thought why not 🤷‍♀️💖

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There’s nothing Bucky hates more than the stringent smell of industrial cleaners and clinical white walls - too many associations and shades of memory long laid to rest - except for when something’s going on with Alpine. The Turkish Angora was fine up until a few days ago when he started to hide away and sleep all day.

That wasn’t too concerning at first...

But then came the pained little noises, the frantic running back and forth from the litter box, the excessive grooming. The pit that started forming low in his belly grew, his instincts screaming at him that something was wrong, very wrong, with his little buddy.

Bucky wasn’t about to fuck around and set up an appointment with the first vet office he could find that had a same-day opening. And now he’s trying not to fall apart at the seams while he waits for the docs to do their magic and tell him what the hell’s going on with his cat and what he has to do to fix it.

The vet tech collected Alpine a bit ago and every minute stretches into years, the cat’s pitiful meow echoing in his ears and those betrayed eyes burned onto the backs of his eyelids.

I know, Bub, I’m sorry but they gotta figure out what’s going on. It’ll be okay, they’ll take care of you.

His ass went numb from the plastic chair ages ago, his leg jiggling up and down at a rapid pace as he chews on his thumbnail and waits.

And waits.

God, he knows these things take time but he’d rather be back at home, curled up on the couch with Alpine pigging out on breakfast food and watching space documentaries.

How much longer-

“Alright, Mr. Barnes?”

The heavy door swings open with a click, a kind, professional voice preceding a pair of sensible shoes as the vet steps into the room with a clipboard cradled against her chest. His eyes snap up, skipping over her completely to look at the tech holding his cat who looks absolutely miserable.

She introduces herself but he’s not paying attention. He’s not meaning to be rude but all his focus narrows in on that white little face, the knot in his chest unfurling at the little mew.

He smiles, his eyes crinkling around the edges as he breathes, “Hey there, Little Buddy.”

The vet doesn’t push, in fact, she seems a little enamored with how much he melts at the sight of his pet. Her own lips quirk up into a soft smile while she stands off to the side patiently as Alpine’s set down on the metal table.

Bucky gets in a few good scritches under his chin, the beginnings of a purr just starting to vibrate his hand when the vet clears her throat delicately.

He clears his throat, heat burrowing into the apples of his cheeks. “Shi - uh, ‘m sorry.” A hand scrubs over the back of his neck. “I’m just - uh - y’know...”

Her laugh trickles down his spine like warm rain, the sound effectively drawing his attention away from the cat rubbing up against his side. He gets his first look at her and oh.

A bare face and a no-nonsense hairstyle greet him, her scrubs and white coat adding to the overall doctor vibe but she’s still breathtaking. The natural beauty in the curves of her face, the slant of her brows, the sparkle of her eyes.

He feels like he got sucker-punched in the chest, his heart giving a sudden throb that has him coughing like an idiot as he scrambles to not look like such a jackass.

“So,” he clears his throat, scratching at the stubble along his jaw, “What’s - what’s wrong with him?”

Glancing down at Alpine’s chart, she hums and writes a note before glancing back up with a reassuring smile. “Nothing that can’t be managed with a special diet and watching his water intake.”

It’s like the weight of the world disappears from his shoulders, his broad frame practically heaving with his sigh of relief. “Oh thank fucking- ahem, ‘scuse me - thank god.”

Her chuckle and sly smile have him blushing from the roots of his hair to the collar of his shirt, his stomach squirming in discomfort. Old habits are hard to break, especially ones his momma taught him with a box to the ear.

“You’re allowed to swear, Mr. Barnes,” she says, reaching down to run her fingers through snow-white fur. “We’re all adults here.”

“No, no, I know...”

“Hm, anyway, his blood work came back and everything looks fine which is a good thing.”

And it’s back to business like that, any hint of personality hidden behind cool professionalism that Bucky thinks even Tasha would admire. Except for the playful gleam in her eyes as she sneaks peeks at him while going over everything they did and what they found.

“Struvite crystals are quite common in cats at low levels, especially males because their tract is longer and narrower.” She pauses, flipping to a new page. “Depending on the severity, they can clump together in the urinary tract and actually form stones. That’s where the true problem lies because get one large enough, and it can cause a blockage.”

He’s listening with rapt attention, soaking in the knowledge she’s imparting to him all the while, petting Alpine who keeps nuzzling him and making little sounds. Honestly, he could listen to her talk for hours even if he didn’t understand a goddamn thing.

She’s so animated when she speaks, holds eye contact and makes sure he understands everything without making him feel like an idiot. He’s had so many doctors who talked at him rather than with him, staring through him without seeing, more interested in the paycheck rather than their patients.

But not her, she cares.

Deeply.

He can see it all over her face and it’s utterly enchanting. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little enamored, charmed.

Turning the tablet towards him, she shifts closer and a waft of whatever perfume she’s wearing tickles his nose as she explains what the x-ray of Alpine’s abdomen found.

“These are the stones but thankfully they’re relatively small,” she points to several hazy white ovals starkly visible on the radiograph, “We caught them in time before they became a really big problem.”

Shit, she smells so good...

“Now, we’ll send you home with a special diet and see how he does. Also, make sure to up his fluid intake as much as you can. The food can take several months to start dissolving the crystals so we’ll have to do everything we can to help. Sound good?”

Bucky hasn’t pulled his eyes away from her face once this entire time, and how fucking creepy is that?

Quickly looking down at Alpine, embarrassment gnawing at his belly, he nods and wishes for the first time since he cut his hair that he hadn’t so he’d at least have a passing chance at hiding the blush burning its way across his face.

“Yeah,” he says, picking up the ball of white fluff to hold against his chest, a makeshift shield. “Is there anything else I should do?”

“No.” She smiles, writing another note and tapping away at the tablet next to her. “I do want to see him again in about a month for a check-up.”

Fuck, he doesn’t want to leave so soon.

The irony isn’t lost on him either.

How does he make this last longer? What can he do? If Sam was here right now, he’d be kicking him in the ass and bitching at him to ask for her number already, Ice Pick.

The clack of the chart being set down rings through the room, bouncing off the walls and sounding so fucking final that he starts to panic.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

She’s already halfway to the door when she asks, “Do you have any questions?”

The word vomit spring from him, unbidden and sudden without any thought, more forward than he’s been with a woman in years.

“Can I have your number?”

As soon as the question leaves his lips, he curses, cringes and wishes he could snatch the very words from the air itself.

Great, I just hit on my vet.

No amount of backpedaling can salvage this but goddamn it if Bucky doesn’t try, stuttering out some half-assed excuse about wanting it just in case he thinks of something later.

When he glances up, he wishes he hadn’t. The vet tech is in near tears in the corner, biting her lips so hard he wouldn’t be surprised if they started to bleed.

But it’s the absolute surprised bafflement on the woman he just inappropriately hit on that does him in, makes him about ready to burn all forms of identification and run for the hills.

Her brows nearly reach her hairline, her mouth slack, eyes startled. She gets ahold of herself before he does, and he barely stops himself from slapping a hand over his face.

Right when he’s thinking there’s no way he’s going to be able to show his face in the office again, her expression softens with gentle amusement and her lips twitch.

Struck dumb, he can only watch as she writes something down on a slip of paper before handing it over to him. He barely believes the string of numbers and the cheeky little call me anytime :).

The wink she sends his way is there and gone, so fast he almost believes he imagined it.

“For emergencies only,” she says, slyly. “Of course.”

“Of course,” he agrees, almost tripping over the cat carrier as he hurries to stuff Alpine back in. “Of course, thank you. I...appreciate it.”

“Anytime, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky leaves the room in a stupor, the world sharply shifted to the left as he heads to the front desk to make the follow-up appointment, but not before hearing the whispered, “Girl, you’re lucky. He’s fine!” and the “He is, isn’t he?”.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky x you

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datawyrms · 4 years ago

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Half a Decade Late

Valerie was finally promoted to the main headquarters of the Guys in White. There she finally comes face to face with Phantom, who disappeared five years ago, locked in a cell. For Phic Phight 2021, @lexosaurus' prompt!

Nothing proved ’harder workers get ahead’ was only a capitalist lie than the absolute hassle getting promotions within the GIW. Of course she’d gone right to them for employment, it was the only organization large enough to actually pay people that took her resume of ghost hunting seriously. She had experience, actual knowledge and even her own gear but had still spent years getting jerked around to various small operations, basically just using her to train all their useless recruits while still just considering her a ‘fellow’ field agent. It wasn’t like she had the option to quit in protest, no one else was in the market for ghost hunters. As far as most people knew ‘ghost intelligence’ was just a joke cover story that the agents were very attached to. They didn’t want any more Amity Parks, so if she wanted to live somewhere new and still do her job...these guys were it. She’d been very clear, she wanted to be in the main office, where everything happened. That didn’t stop them from constantly assigning her literally anywhere but the actual headquarters. Maybe they finally ran out of other places, she still half expected to get stopped at the door and be told about a new field mission they absolutely needed her on immediately. It didn’t happen. Valerie Grey finally got to clock in as an Ecto Containment Officer at the main branch. Where they kept the strongest creatures, developed the new anti-ghost equipment and did more than just splattering a ghost down to nothing. Sure, she liked a good ghost obliterating, but it got boring after a while. There were only so many ways a ghost could beg for it’s useless afterlife before it became white noise. It didn’t stop any new ones from showing up, or tell her anything new. Just got rid of one pest, permanently. That wouldn’t help explain some ghosts, the powerful ones that showed up again and again. It wouldn’t explain the one that stopped showing up either. There was no way that life ruining ghost just got ‘bored’ and vanished without notice. It was still out there, plotting something. She just knew it in her bones. She had to be ready for it. There were traces of that ghost, hints of his ectosignature that she came across in the field, he was still out there. The GIW was just a means to an end, she didn’t trust them to be ready alone.

Sterile corridors and simplistic signs were expected, but even the break area was doing its best impression of a frozen tundra. Fantastic for morale? Probably not. Made the coffee pot easy to spot, at least. Even if she preferred to avoid the stuff in uniform. It stained too easily, and just made her wish for her red battle suit. She took a cup to at least have an excuse for her scoping out the place, she could pass it off to someone once she got to the containment area. A quick double check that everything was in place at the mirror before heading right back out to the winding halls. She wasn’t going to be late, she didn’t have time for that. Maybe a red tie was against protocol, but no one had been stupid enough to bother her about it yet. Judging from the deferential nods from her latest coworkers, that wouldn’t be changing. No one who worked here couldn’t know who she was. The only Ghost Hunter who got out of Amity Park without getting corrupted by the ectoplasmic monsters. It was a shame, Jack and Maddie Fenton used to be a serious force for humanity. Five years ago they suddenly flipped the script, denouncing their work and calling for peace with unreasonable fiends. Their daughter Jazz likely had something to do with it, but Valerie had her own theories. Danny, her friend and once boyfriend had gone missing around that time. Leverage to ensure the Fenton’s ‘good behaviour?’ The whole thing reeked of ghosts. To think she might have gone the same way. Back then she was actually listening to the pest, starting to really consider them a ‘good’ ghost. Like that was actually possible, when he’d just been playing to emotion and her own desire to give up in fighting a dangerous foe over and over. So much for that. That monster showed it’s true colours, sure enough. Something the GIW never bothered to look into, even as she wrote report after report about the incident, how unlikely it was for the Fentons of all people to change that drastically without constant possession. Not worth the resources, even when it was easy to see what tech was built on the foundations the couple had laid. They were throwing away so much to focus on little outbreaks of ghosts instead of making more of a lasting change. Stupid. That was what the funding was ‘meant’ to go towards, as if helping the Fentons would be less productive than making a slightly different ectogun.

She almost hoped there would be a problem, just to prove this is where she should have always been.Even if it seemed distinctly unlikely. She had to swipe to get into the lab, then yet again to actually get to the cells. Or the ‘vault’, as if the higher ups wanted to pretend the creatures in there were inert materials instead of cunning and dangerous beings. Even though they had someone posted at each door, and someone on guard inside as well, herself today. To get acquainted with the place mostly, she had more than enough training on ‘proper handling’ procedures.

“Hey, you can swap with me today, if you want.”

Valerie blinked, eyebrow already raised at the posted guard’s suggestion. “I can handle watching caged ghosts.”

They had the sense to look embarrassed, taking their hand away from the oversized ectogun to loosen their tie- which was tied rather poorly now that she got a better look at it. “I’m sure you can, it’s just, well.” They wouldn’t stop fidgeting with their tie now, eyes checking that no one was really paying attention to the guards. “H0G02 is awake today. No one likes those days.”

“Then all the more reason to get used to it early.” She didn’t give them time to sputter another excuse, swiping her card and striding past without another look. As if people should be worried about a captive ghost being awake. Maybe some of the people here never got a spine before joining up.

It wasn’t as cold as she expected it to be. Or as dark. It was actually brighter, thanks to the extra row of fluorescent lights. On some level she expected the room to reflect the monsters kept here, a shadowy icebox of a space. Of course it wasn’t. These were defeated creatures under human control, of course their cages would be bright and clean, the air warmed for human comfort. The ghosts might not like it, but why care what they wanted? It wasn’t like there were many to begin with, mostly green oversized vermin with blank red eyes. Most had the sense to cower back as she walked past, but a fair few didn’t even twitch. Calling a ghost of all things lifeless was foolish, but it was the only word coming to mind...she had to focus. She didn’t pity these things. Why so many creatures though? The real dangerous ones, the most monstrous ones were the ones that could play human, the ones that had conniving minds that only worked to cause destruction and terror. These were just feral things, annoying but hardly more impressive than a coyote when you knew what to do. Half of them she’d barely rate above ‘feral cat’. A light near the back flickered. Strange. When it flickered a second time she was already releasing her helmet to pull it on. Not nearly as easy as just willing it on, but at least she could carry it in a pocket without needing to rely on some ghost’s power. Three steps and her gun was ready, not that she expected to need it. Really, she worked on autopilot, legs still moving as she stared at the largest glass cage at the back of the room. Or more accurately, at what was in it.

“Oh, newbie. ‘Sup.” The ghost rasped out, blank green eyes watching the ghost hunter. A teenaged boy with a shock of white hair, a black jumpsuit, but the voice of a seventy year old chain smoker. Just sitting in a painfully bright cell, watching. Not exactly as she remembered him, but close enough.

“You.” The disgust was easy to voice, even as her brain struggled to catch up. He was here? Looking practically exactly as he had when she was still a soft hearted freelancer?

He only gave a sputtering laugh at the aggression. “Me? You’re not that mad about the light, are you? I’m bored, Tie.”

“What are you doing here?” That wasn’t the important question really, she should be more concerned that he apparently was able to manipulate light fixtures from his cell...but she’d been hunting after this ghost for five years. Protocol could go shove itself up the director’s ass.

“Same thing I do every day Tie, being some government property!” His laugh was wrong, not from amusement like she remembered. A desperate cackle that didn’t fool anyone. “You new enough to still have your soul in there?”

“Answer the question, Phantom.”

The smirk slid off the ghost’s face. “Wh’ad you call me? Like I’m only calling you Tie cus the red sticks out, I can call you Shooty if you don’t like it, newbie.”

The response made her insides run cold. It had to be Phantom, and the terrible sense of humour was just like him- but the ghost wasn’t quite right. What was this? It couldn’t be some copy of the ghost kid, could it? “I called you by your name, ghost.”

“Never heard of em.” The ghost crossed his legs and looked away, apparently bored of the person holding a weapon. “What day is it?”

Surely he was playing around. “What do you think your name is, then?”

He didn’t take his attention off the ceiling, looking more bored than anything.“Day first, Tie. Gotta know how much of a head start I’ve got.”

“Like you’re in any position to bargain.”

“Hm? Whatcha gonna do Tie? Let me be unconscious for a few hours? Scary. Day first.”

There was the Phantom she knew, snide and sarcastic when he really had no business being so. “I could do worse than that.”

“Doubt it. You gun grunts gotta listen to the freaks out there, remember?” His shoulders shook with a silent laughter, but it looked more like spasms. “No more mishandling the goods, yeah? Day Tie, comeonnnnnn”

Since when was he so interested in the calendar? Not to mention how weird it was how he kept referring to himself...and pretending he didn’t know his name. “It’s Monday.”

That got his attention, the casual rocking halting as he looked at her again, disturbingly still. “Monday, really?”

“Lying is your thing, not mine.”

He grinned. “I like you Tie, so you’ll probably be fired in like a week. Maybe it’s the red.” The tension left the ghost completely, she hadn’t even noticed how stiffly he’d been sitting until his spine relaxed as his elbows rested on his legs. “Pretty sure I’m H0G02. Least that’s what all your creeps call me.”

There was no way Phantom of all ghosts would call himself ‘H0G02’. He had to be a mimic of some sort, a ghost that modelled himself on the once well known Amity Park menace. “You like me because I told you it was Monday? Seriously?”

“I like the Mondays more than you, if that helps.”

“Not particularly.”

“Sounds like a you problem.” He was watching her again, more curious than anything. She shouldn’t be glad to see a spark of something in those eyes, but he was far less creepy this way.

“What’s so great about Monday? You’re a ghost.” She didn’t really care. She should be asking important questions. She was just...playing along to see if it really was Phantom. That didn’t stop her for being grateful for the helmet.

“Monday is the farthest day away from Friday.”

“Wouldn’t that be Saturday?”

“It hasn’t been Saturday or Sunday for...like four years? Those days don’t exist, I think you humans made ‘em up to prank me.” Phantom shrugged, sounding completely serious. Not even a hint of amusement or a grin. “Pretty good one, all you new guys keep it up.”

He was going to be completely useless if he kept saying nonsense. How could he be useful in finding out what happened to the Fenton’s son if he couldn’t even talk about the days of the week sensibly? “Fine, what’s so bad about Friday then.”

“Ohhhhh, you’re really new, Tie.” the ghost flopped onto his side, bored of sitting up apparently. “You know, the day they keep me around for? That day.” He wasn’t quite still, his right shoulder moving very, very carefully. Hiding something.

She didn’t have the patience for this.“What are you hiding there.”

“Tie has good eyes. Gotta remember that.” Phantom muttered, getting onto his back, a blue shard of ice melting off his arm.

“You don’t really think that some ice would help you out of there?”

“Out?” He looked mystified by the suggestion, but that could more be seeing his face upside down. “That glass doesn’t break for anything, I should know.”

Which didn’t explain why he’d been trying to hide the fact he’d made ice at all. He knew it too, but apparently playing stupid was still one of his favourite tactics. “Knock it off and just answer me.”

Phantom’s frown didn’t change, green eyes staring intently at her helmet as if hoping to see through it. “I could show you why?”

It didn’t sound like a threat. “Sure, why not. It’s gonna be a long day.” If it was? Then she’d show him that she wasn’t someone he could mess with.

Ice wrapped itself around the ghost’s lower arm alarmingly quick, a wickedly sharp blade of ice with serrated teeth jutting from the scrawny arm at an awkward angle. It was practised, something this ghost must have done often in all the time he’d been gone from her life. Yet it was so different from how Phantom usually chose to fight. That was a weapon to tear and maim, not to shock, stun or bruise. It looked wrong on him. The idea that this ghost wasn’t Phantom at all only grew more credible with that thing on his arm, even if ice powers were to be expected. His eyes flicked back to green, still fixated on her as he lifted the arm and stabbed down hard. Right into his other arm. Didn’t even blink.

“What are you doing!” She couldn’t remember the last time Phantom had ever been frightening on some primal level. This- with the disturbing snap of bone as the edges of the blade caught and tore made her hair stand on end. “Stop that, Phantom. What’s wrong with you!?”

“Cancelling Friday.” Phantom was laughing as the blade melted away into the pool of green rapidly spreading from his self inflicted wound. “I said you’d probably get fired Tie.”

“Forget Friday you idiot, cover the wound so you stop splattering everywhere!” He was just a ghost-a ghost messing with her. A ghost she’d fought with and had heard scream in pain. This...thing wasn’t him. Her heart didn’t care what her mind thought, insisting he needed help.

The ghost sat up, his left arm holding on by a shred of his suit before splattering into the puddle, but the left behind stump stopped dripping almost as quickly as he’d lost the limb. “Aw. Maybe Tie does have some soul left. You actually sound worried.”

“Of course I am! You slashed your arm off!”

“So?”

He didn’t seem to be in pain. If it wasn’t for the mess of green and the lack of a limb, she’d almost say she imagined it. Why did she care? “You wouldn’t do this sort of thing.”

“Uh. Yes I would? You just saw me do it. I’m down for an encore.”

The idea just made her feel ill. “Don’t.” Did she want this to be Phantom or not? “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Well I’m down an arm. So the coats are going to be very whiny about how much ectoplasm they can get out of me.”

“You must have felt that.”

“Sure. Isn’t nearly as bad as when they start ripping as much ectoplasm as they can out of you. Every single Friday.” He actually rolled his eyes, like she should just know this.

Why did they bother keeping Phantom around if they just wanted ectoplasm? He might be strong, but no ghost had limitless amounts. They’d just fall apart and stop existing. That’s why the weakest ones never even left the Ghost Zone, they couldn’t survive without constantly being around the stuff! “What makes you so special then? Not your attitude.”

“I’m just lucky enough to make my own ectoplasm. Who knew food was easier to get then high grade ectoplasm? Not me.” His remaining arm pointed to her weapon, his smile stretching. “Bet ya your weapon’s fully powered from Fridays. Yours and every other thing they use in this hellhole.”

“Ghosts can’t do that.” The lie was absurd. It went against everything they knew about ghosts, even before food entered the equation.

“Y’know, Tie. I think I knew a ghost hunter that wore red once.” the ghost’s eyes went unfocused, unmoving as he looked listlessly into space. “It’s a good colour.”

“You knew me. Quit fooling around with this not remembering crap.” Valerie threw her helmet aside, no longer caring. She had to know who this ghost really was. She had to know if everything he was blathering about was a lie. So what if it wasn’t ‘safe’.

His eyes didn’t change. “Y’know how hard it is to remake a brain? Cut me some slack Tie…”

“I mean it. Look at me Phantom. If you’re the ghost I know, you can stop pretending to be something else.”

“You lose the details. Arms and legs are easy. The brain though? Way too hard.” He kept rambling to himself, not reacting even as she put a hand to the glass to get his attention. “Y’know how many times they’ve cut it open? I don’t. I lose track after like. Eleven. Maybe. Pointy Shoe said my best was fifteen but I sure don’t remember that.”

She wanted him to just stop talking. She wanted this ghost to be some strange creature she didn’t know. To not have the only possible link to someone long lost a shattered husk. “Phantom. Do you remember the hunter in red’s name?”

He finally blinked. “I’m not this Phantom guy, Tie.”

“Okay, whatever, forget that part. The ghost hunter in red, what do you remember?” She insisted, knocking again in hopes it would keep the ghost’s focus.

“Wish I’d told em something.” he held up his gloved hand as she opened her mouth to speak. “Don’t remember what that something was, don’t ask.”

So he was Phantom? He couldn’t be. That was so non-specific it could be anything. “You never explained how you’re the only ghost that can make their own ectoplasm.”

“It’s in my name Tie! Come on. Thought you guys were smart or whatever.” He did a very awkward one armed attempt at crossing it, eyebrow raised. “The H? The feeding a ghost food thing?”

She didn’t really get the whole naming scheme they used here. The fact it mattered wasn’t making her gut unclench either. “What about the H?

“Hybrid? Might have been Human. That might have been a joke.”

Valarie’s mouth was drier than any desert when he said it that easily, that casualty while kicking his own arm aside. “You’re saying you aren’t all ghost.”

“Yup. Not yet! Trust me, I’ve tried,” the bubbly high pitched laugher clawed out of the ghost at that. “I tried so much. Guess it’s another thing I’m a failure at, eh Tie?”

Something told her not to ask. She had to know. Five years she waited, five years apparently knocked Phantom clear from reality.“Does Danny Fenton mean anything to you?”

He just laughed harder at the question. “Really Tie?”

“Yes, really.”

“That’s the name I scream at em. Don’t know why. Feels good though.”

“Is it your name?” Had he had contact with Danny? Been part of whatever made him go missing from everyone’s lives? He couldn’t be, there was no way.

“They get reallllll angry when I say it is.”

There was no way the GIW had a human captive for five years. There was no way Phantom could be the Danny she knew. The ghost was just lying. He had to be, she desperately needed him to be. “Were you fused with a human or something? Got stuck when possessing someone?”

“Nah. Been like this before I got here, pretty sure. You can check your fancy gear though. There’s some non-ghost DNA in it. Lucky lucky me,” he lay back down in the mess of ectoplasm, ignoring how it clung to his hair. “Thanks for the Friday off! I hate those.”

There was no reason to need air. Talking to a ghost she didn’t even like shouldn’t make her feel like she was being crushed under a boulder. Panting for air, outside the room would make her look pathetic and weak, but she needed the space, needed to be away from that...mockery of a ghost.

“He does that to everyone. He’ll repeat the whole thing in a week or so, but he’s a really good copy the first time you see it.” The guard gave a comforting word, apparently unsurprised by her sudden unscheduled departure.

Oh, there would be no ‘next time.’ Not if he was right about her weapon. But she nodded instead, letting her ‘coworker’ think she was just overwhelmed. Even if all she could think of was how many ways this place would burn if that ghost- that thing had been a human once. She was good at telling when ghosts lied. Phantom didn’t sound like he had. No matter how much she tried to convince herself he did.

#Danny Phantom #phic phight #phic fight 2021 #valerie gray #how obvious is the angst #100%#but maybe in a different way then usual?#the comfort is only the FLAMES OF POSSIBLE REVENGE

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mxtcha-tea · 4 years ago

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domestic shiratorizawa

⊹summary; the life inside the dorms of shiratorizawa

⊹pilots; gn![y/n], ushijima, tendou, semi, yamagata, reon, kawanishi, shirabu, goshiki (pairings showed; yamagata x reader, goshiki x reader)

⊹genre; fluff, crack and some cursings (no proofread)

⊹flight details; i've once made a domestic imagines in my old blog so imma make a small reboot of it <3

random shopping

normal day, normal life. you could've seen yourself laying or even napping in your room while a compilation of minecraft songs plays in the background. but no. instead, you're inside an antique shop with Yamagata, Ushijima and Tendou.

you have no idea when, or how did the process happened but you surely is done with getting dragged inside the shop by Tendou and Yamagata.

while Ushijima's stuck on a section, you don't know where, but he's definitely stuck there, "[y/n]! look at what i found,"

Yamagata called you as you turned around to see him holding up a pretty heavy doll. you raise your brow, "what the hell is that?" walking towards him and taking a closer look at the object in hand,

"i think it's a, um, i think a matryoska doll? matroyska? is that how you say it?" "why're you asking me, i don't know jack shit about russian stuff,"

"ah you mean, matryoshka doll?" Tendou butted in, startling you two, "it's also called a 'nesting doll' and did you actually know that it was actually originated from china?"

Yamagata's eyes practically sparkled at that with a surprised look, "from china? really?"

you can only roll your eyes, "and how can you even know all that?" Tendou snickered and put on a smug face, "i'm actually very smart, y'know. ya'll just don't know about it," "says the person in class 2,"

"i blame the mathematic old hags for adding letters in math, and the apple that fucking hit my man Isaac," you tsk'ed and walk towards the next section. Yamagata passive aggressively put the matryoshka doll down and follow after you along with Tendou,

"also, we need to find ushijima, i think he's stuck in some section between here...ah there," you stopped walking and turn to your right where you find Ushijima reading a book.

Tendou skipped towards him and smack his shoulder, "you okay, wakatoshi-kun? you sure did took longer to look at the stuff here," while Tendou chats with Ushijima, Yamagata look up at the shelves as something caught his eyes.

he tried to reach it while tip toing but due to his height, he can't reach it. then, he jumped from his spot to grab the object but end up hitting his head onto the board, "AGH, FUCK!" which causes you all to look at him, watching him hold his head while shivering from the pain,

"are you okay, yamagata?" ushijima ask, putting back the book on the shelves, "yeah, yeah, i'm just tryna get that," he shakes his head before pointing up.

you followed his finger and caught a glimpse of an old polaroid. it's a little bit dusty but other than that, it looks new. Ushijima reached it from his spot and managed to grab it, "here,"

he hands it to Yamagata as he instantly recovered from his recent pain and snatch it from Ushijima's hand, subtly thanking him with a grin, "why do you even need a polaroid?" Tendou asked, leaning his arm over Ushijima's shoulder with one brow up,

"pfft, for journaling of course,"

a gust of wind went through you while staring at him with a poker face, the same with Tendou with a small cat like smile. Ushijima just looked the same,

"okay," "WHAT'S WITH THE TONE??" you blinked and just knit your eyebrows, "i mean, since when you started journaling? you're not even the type of person to do something aesthetic,"

he pouted and just crosses his arms, "so what? that doesn't mean i can't do it, right? have faith in me god darn it. and honestly, my journal looks good so far," "well, fine,"

you waved your hand at him and continue going through the other section. and just like that, "hey wait!" Yamagata tailed after you.

Tendou snickered at the two and focus back on Ushijima, who's still watching the display yet again, "have you thought of what to buy wakatoshi-kun?" "i'm not sure, there's a lot of interesting stuff here," "well, you've only been in this section but okay~"

studying

"agh, why did those idiots really have to call me at this time...?"

you groaned, slowly walking through the halls with a slouched figure. tracing your fingers along the wall with a dejected look. you're suppose to sleep today.

an hour or two long sleep. it's finally the weekend which means the time for you to sleep all of your problems away. drifting into slumber with fluffy pillows and warm blankets, enjoying your dream as long as you can.

until your ringtone annoyingly rings next to your ear. you answer the call, and again greeted by the most annoying human in the planet,

"[y/n], we need you at the gym right now!"

"huh? oh fuck off Tendou, i need to sleep right now,"

"nuh uh, you can sleep later after you go to the gym,"

"why? are you, i don't know, practicing or something?"

"you have to find out. if you don't move your ass from that bed, we'll send Hayato to wake you up~"

". . ."

and now, you find yourself standing in front of the door of shiratorizawa's volleyball gym. not only that Tendou wakes you up from your sleep, you also had to WALK all the way from your dorm to the gym,

"i'm gonna add more time to their practices after this..."

sliding the door open, you expect them to be doing serves or maybe spikes.

but instead, you're seeing them—as in the 3rd years—all sitting down at the middle of the court, with books around them.

and what's even more confusing is that they somehow managed to bring a table inside. no, not the flip-able table.

literally a whole ass table.

Reon looks up from his book and notices your figure standing on the door way. he waves his hand at you, you did the same but still with a confused look.

Yamagata was next to see you as he abruptly stand up from his spot, shaking the table in the process,

"Hayato! stop shaking the table," "oops, sorry. ah, wait, [y/n]!"

that caught all of the boys attention as they look at you, "what taking you so long to arrive?" Tendou asked, a pen rested in between his upper lip and nose.

Semi smacked him in the face—earning an 'ow'—before shaking his head,

"their dorm is literally far from the gym, and why do you even proposed your idea of studying at the gym anyway?"

you make your way towards them, Reon patting the empty spot next to him. you sat down on your spot as Yamagata did the same. seemed like he was waiting for you.

Tendou rubbed his nose and pouted at Semi, "this was the best place to study anyway! it have much more room,"

"we should've gone to the cafeteria OR the LIBRARY," Semi groaned, looking back at his book before writing on it,

"pfft, the cafeteria's no fun. and i got banned from the library," Reon looks at Tendou with confusion, "well, it's not surprising,"

Tendou shrugged, "i was also banned from the library," Ushijima said, not looking up from his notes as you knit your eyebrows at that,

"you're also banned from the library? Satori, what did you and Ushijima did—" "anyways, um,"

he cut you off, fidgeting with his pen before pointing it at you, "right, you need to tutor us on this subject~!"

you blinked, looking down at the book they're studying about, "haven't the teacher covered this already?"

"well, i'm sorry, class 6. but we have no idea how this thing works. maybe only Reon, but look at Semi,"

Tendou wrapped his arm around Semi's neck, practically head locking him, "he's from class 1 and i think you should teach him about this the most," "I'll rip your fucking head off, Tendou!"

while both of them tried to strangle each other, Yamagata caught your attention next,

"and also, it won't be fun without you, y'know," Reon nodded, "and don't forget that you can't leave me alone in this,"

"oh right," "hm? what was that?" Yamagata asked. you just shake your head with a defeated smile, "nothing..."

after clearing your throat, you snatched Semi's book away before flipping through the pages,

"okay you scumbags, it's time to learn,"

oblivious enough

the birds chirped from the tree, the hallway's as loud as ever. Semi and Tendou's leaning against the window, each of them drinking apple juice and eating yakisoba bread.

it was silence between them before Semi spoke, "hey, Tendou," "yes Semi-Semi?" "y'know,"

Semi turned his head to look at Tendou as the redhead did the same, "have you, noticed the relationship between [y/n] and Yamagata lately?"

the latter made a thinking face, before nodding, "hm, seems so,"

"do you think, either one of them ever noticed about it?" Tendou shakes his head at the question, "nope, i don't think they do. in fact, they might be completely oblivious to it,"

Semi snickered, "right, like that one time..."

"[y/n], do you think my lips are dry right now?"

you look up from your clipboard, seeing Yamagata pointing his lips, "hm, nah. they're fine, but if you want, i can but on some lip balm,"

his eyes sparkled at that as he nodded his head with excitement, "sure!" you walk towards your bag with Yamagata following you. opening the zipper and search inside it, you pull out your lip balm,

"here, hold still," you put a hand on his cheek while the other applies lip balm onto his lips. it was a slow process but he managed to not move at all while making eye contact with you.

once you finished applying, he pop his lips before humming, "mn, cherry," "let me know if you need anything else,"

he nodded with now flushed cheeks as he smile at you. you did the same, gently patting his arm.

from a distance, Shirabu looks at them with a disgusted look, "ugh, can't they be more subtle about it,"

Kawanishi shrugged, "just let them be,"

"how can i redo my memory? i don't need to see that this early," "well, what if it was us?" "i would be twice as grossed, i can put my own lip balm," "hm yeah, you're right, i honestly would be like that too," "good,"

"haha yeah, now that i think about it, they do it all the time right?" Tendou nodded at Semi's statement before hearing the all too familiar voice just a few meters away from them,

"[y/n]!"

you turned your head around while still sipping your drink. Yamagata stood in front of you, holding out his visibly crumpled necktie with a small smile,

"my necktie!" "ah again? whatever," you give your drink to him as he hold it for you.

grabbing the necktie from his hand, looping it around his collar shirt and started tying it with a concentrated look,

"i can't say that it'll be clean when i finished tying it," "it's okay! that's why i'm asking you to do it, messy or not, at least i have it on," "hm, yeah,"

after you finished tying it and patting it a little, Yamagata hugged you, "thank you!" "yeah, you're welcome,"

the aura literally radiates on the slightly crowded hallway as some of the students who passed you talked among themselves.

Semi and Tendou stared at you two, expressionless eyes but with a small smile,

'ah, right,'

Tendou sighed, intertwining his fingers together and lifting it up to his cheeks, "ah, young love~"

"we're all the same age,"

"young love~"

bonus; reliable kouhai

lifeless.

is what goshiki would say when he took a few glances at you from his book. you promised to tutor him about this subject he's struggling on. but didn't really expect to see your slouched form walking inside the library.

he's not even sure if you even hear anything you're saying right now, "get a shovel and two-" your head hit the table, creating a loud sound and catching the attention of almost everyone inside the library,

"[y/n]-senpai, um, are you okay??" you groaned and rapidly blink your eyes, covering your forehead, "yeah, 'm just..."

a yawn escaped from your mouth before you can even finish your sentence, "...tired. those stupid senpais of yours need help tutoring too even tho being grown ass men,"

goshiki closes his book and creating a small 'thump', snapping you out from your mind,

"well, if that so then you didn't have to come, you could've just tell me and i would be fine with it!" your hoarse laugh caught him off guard as a shade of red ran across his cheeks, "i can't break a promise, tsutomu. why do you even think i agree on tutoring you?"

"uh, cause you want to help me with my studies?" "one of it, and cause i enjoy tutoring you," he can feel his cheeks heating up more when you made eye contact with him, a small smile laced upon your face,

"and honestly, you're smarter than i thought. class 4 right? that's cool," he looked away, trying to calm his nerves down, "t-thanks! a lot of people thought i was in a lower class, so i, i appreciate it,"

goshiki took a peek at you, now burying your face onto your face, "also, senpai," "hm?"

"you should take a nap for now, i think i can start understanding this formula," you slightly look up at him, "you sure? i was prolly talking craps just now," "yeah! your health is more important anyway,"

you hum, offering him a warm smile, "thanks, i know i can count on you," you rested onto your side and close your eyes. lips slightly parted and just like that, you're deep in your dreams.

he pursed his lips, slowly leaning against the table to look at your face. it's calm, peaceful and beautiful, kissable lips. he wonder if he could lean in a little closer until you two-

goshiki instantly jolted up and hit himself on the head, face's covered in the color red, 'no! don't think about that, curse you Tendou-San for introducing me to those mangas...'

Tendou's faces ran across his mind as he grunted,

'why're they so pretty??'

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Cute little brother | Lucifer & Satan (Platonic)

A/N: Took more than a month, but it's finally here! Sweet @otomiya-tickles and I planned this little event last Valentine's Day and this is the result on my part!

I hope you all enjoy it! Especially the anon that won the event, huhu.

Summary: Lucifer just wants to finish his work, but thanks to certain little brother of his, that seems like a difficult task to do. Said little brother should be punished!

Words: 2775 (under the cut)

Lucifer stood in front of his office. Hand on the knob. He really didn't want to get in.

He was tired. Drained. Hoping to relax a bit during dinner time, but he kept thinking, in the back of his head, about the endless amount of paperwork waiting for him inside his office.

Would Lord Daivolo be too angry if he didn't finish this up tonight? Probably not, but Lucifer knew he wouldn't be able to sleep thinking about those damn papers.

Was he a little too hard on himself? Yes, he was, but letting out a long sigh, he finally opened the door and stepped in. The paperwork was still there, of course, however...

"What the f-

He quickly closed the door behind him, fearing that Diavolo would suddenly appear behind him and would see the mess that was his office.

All those documents waiting for him all afternoon were scattered all over the office floor: wrinkled, torn and even... bitten?!

Lucifer gasped, and taking another step forward, he found footprints on some of the papers. It was a rather tiny footprint and before he could hear a soft purr coming from his chair, he was already taking out his D. D. D and taping on the face of a certain brother of his.

"What?" Satan answered, he was a little breathless.

"Satan, come to my office immediately,"

"Hah?!" Satan said and Lucifer heard rustling of clothes as Satan raised from wherever he was sneaking under, highly probably, looking for the cat. "What for? I'm in the middle of som-

"Come here, I said. Right now."

It was silent on the other side of the line for a few seconds before Satan reluctantly agreed. He hung up first and Lucifer couldn't do anything else but let out another long sigh- there it went, his chance to sleep at least a few hours tonight.

Lucifer turned his head to look at the tiny cat pleasantly curled on top of his chair, fast asleep.

Lucifer chuckled humorlessly, "at least you're having a nice sleep, hm?" If Lucifer petted it, it was a secret between him and the cat.

A few minutes later, he heard a single knock against the door and with a soft flick of his hand, the door unlocked on its own.

"Come on in."

"What the hell do you... want..." Satan widened his eyes as soon as he saw the mess Lucifer's office was, his cheeks turning a little pink when he noticed the tiny footprints on the papers on the floor.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. "Would you mind explaining this?"

Satan gasped. "W-What?! How, how am I supposed to know?!" He said defensively. "It's not my problem you don't clean up your office, Lucifer," he said with a smirk, trying to hide his nervousness. "It seems like the perfect older brother, Avatar of Pride, can't even keep his office clean, huh? You're a mess."

Lucifer fought the urge to roll his eyes as he stared at his brother. "I thought I said no more cats in the House of Lamentation, Satan."

Satan flinched a little. "W-What makes you think I-

Lucifer sighed for the umpteenth time that night as he spinned his chair around. Satan widened his eyes when he found the sleeping kitty.

"I- I didn't-

"I don't have any idea how it got here," Lucifer started, his voice severe. "And I honestly don't care, but look at all this mess, Satan. These papers, I needed to finish up this paperwork tonight, but now I have to get new copies and of course you're going to help out," Lucifer said, starting to clean up the mess off his desk, even making a face of disgust when he found a ball of fur near his cup.

"What?!" Lucifer looked up. "Of course I won't help!"

"Satan, stop acting like a child-

"A child?!" Lucifer wanted to kick himself in the face. He really had to say that at this moment, huh? "So if I don't follow your stupid rules then I'm a child?"

Lucifer growled in the back of his throat as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you don't help me out, then you'll be punished in some other way," he said and Satan shut his mouth. "I'm giving you the chance to choose, so take it or get punished, your choice."

Lucifer stared at Satan, his brother looked down at the mess on the floor, even wincing a little when he noticed the bitten papers and, just as Lucifer followed his sight, he found that some papers were even wet and he felt like crying on the spot- his beautiful and perfect office, why-

“Fine,” Satan said and Lucifer turned his eyes to look at him. “I choose punishment.”

“Really now?”

Lucifer wanted to groan. He really hoped Satan would choose to help him get the copies. They were just copies, for Heav- Diavolo’s sake! But he knew his brother better than anyone, Satan must’ve noticed how tired Lucifer was, and what caused him more pleasure than seeing his older brother suffering?

Probably just cats.

“Suit yourself.”

As Lucifer tried to quickly come up with a punishment, the cat woke up and it ran to Satan as soon as it saw him. Satan caught it in his arms and Lucifer arched an eyebrow when he saw him smiling softly at the animal.

He couldn't help but stare at the scene. He would never say his brothers are cute, at least not in front of them, but seeing Satan smiling and even blushing faintly as the cat climbed up his arm until it was seated on his shoulder, scratching behind its ear- Lucifer though that he looked quite adorable.

Weird. Can he look just as cute on a normal basis? Of course not.

"Hehehey." Lucifer raised both eyebrows now as he heard that soft giggle coming from Satan. "What did I tell you ahahabout it?" Satan whispered, raising his shoulder to try and stop the kitten from nuzzling against his neck.

Lucifer widened his eyes slightly at the sudden idea popping inside his head. He tried to shake it off, that was way too childish and stupid, but fuck, he wanted to finish up soon! He could convince Satan to help him… even if it was doing something like this.

"Okay fine, you might as well let go of the cat." Lucifer saw Satan gulping as he stared back at him before he let the cat on the floor, purposely placing it above one paper, making Lucifer's eyebrow twitch.

The kitten ran back to Lucifer’s chair and he narrowed his eyes, shaking his head softly. “Last chance, Satan. You can help me out or receive the punishment.”

“Do you think I’m scared of you, Lucifer?” Satan asked, crossing his arms above his chest. “What’s the worst thing you could do? Hang me upside down from the ceiling?”

Lucifer’s mouth twitched, seeing Satan’s smug grin. If he was feeling any remorse from doing this childish thing, not anymore.

“Fine,” he said and with a swift move, he was right behind Satan.

“Wha- haah!” Satan barely had time to gasp before having Lucifer’s hands latching to his sides. “H-Hey! What are- ack! S-Stop!”

“Oh?”

Lucifer had started to squeeze up and down Satan’s sides. He tried to be gentle and, thankfully, Satan was so shocked that his only reaction was to tense up and clamp his arms against his sides, not causing much trouble as Lucifer tried to find the right pressure to make his brother laugh.

“Lucifer!” Satan nearly yelled. “The f-fuu-ck are you d-doING!”

Lucifer bit the inside of his cheek, trying to hold back a smile, but it was honestly impossible: Satan let out the most high pitched shriek he had ever heard before… coming from a demon and one of his brothers, of course.

“Are you a ticklish person, Satan?” Lucifer stated the obvious and before he could speak again, Satan finally let out the brightest giggles ever, surprising Lucifer.

“N-Nohohahaha! N-Not thihihihis!” Satan giggled and Lucifer nearly gaped in amaze, his fingers stopping slightly, but then quickly speeding up with the exact pressure that made Satan let out those giggles. “Luhuhucifeheher!”

Lucifer knew Satan tried to sound angry, but his laughter was so bright and, goodness forgives, so sweet that he thought Satan was actually enjoying this- but of course he knew his brother.

“I gave you a choice, Satan,” Lucifer said, getting bored of just tickling Satan’s sides. “You chose this, now take it.”

“I dihihidn’t choose thihi- ah! Stahahap!” More high pitched giggles poured out of his mouth when Lucifer moved to tickle his stomach: fingers gently clawing at the muscles around Satan’s belly button.

Lucifer could see Satan’s ears turning bright red and he suddenly thought that, even if himself was also embarrassed about this situation, this was, in fact, the perfect punishment for his naughty brother- something definitely humiliating. His plan to convince him to get those copies might work!

The clawing to Satan’s stomach was working wonders. He bent over and finally moved one of his hands to wrap around Lucifer’s wrists. Lucifer couldn’t help but chuckle, he felt Satan’s fingers holding him, but he could barely feel the force trying to push him away.

“What is wrong, Satan? Why are you so weak?”

Satan squeaked when Lucifer moved one of his hands to repeatedly poke the curve of his waist.

“Fuhuhucking stohohohop!” Satan’s knees were giving up and before he could stop it, they both were falling.

Lucifer had to stop his punishment to hold himself up and Satan took the opportunity to try to escape, he rolled on his stomach and tried to claw away, but his older brother was faster, and quickly captured him by his sides, dragging him back until he could straddle his lower back, using his strong legs to keep him in place.

“Where do you think you’re going? We’re not finished yet,” Lucifer said with a smirk on his face and seeing an opening, he sneaked his hands under Satan’s arms, making him shriek with loud cackles.

“Did I find a good spot, Satan?”

“Stohohohohop touchihihing mehehe!” Satan laughed, kicking his legs and pressing his arms against his sides, trapping Lucifer’s hands against his tickle spot. “Enough! You peheheherv! Stahahaha!”

“Who’s a pervert? Is it so wrong wanting to hear my little brother's laughter?”

“Grohohohoss! Lucifeheheher! I’m seheherious!”

Lucifer chuckled. “Are you now?” Satan cackled louder when Lucifer vibrated his fingers right on the center of his armpits. “Very well. I will gladly stop if you promise to help me out with this mess your cat caused.”

Satan shook his head right away. “Nehehehever! I rahahather die be-befohohore hehehelping you!”

“Then I won’t stop,” Lucifer said with a nod. “Not until I get tired.”

Satan tried to growl, but Lucifer’s nimble fingers were surely destroying his armpits right on the spot. However, Lucifer knew this certainly wasn’t Satan’s worst spot, he’d seen his other brothers tickling each other hundreds of times before to know each and every of their spots.

“Last chance, Satan,” Lucifer warned, his fingers nestling against the hollows of Satan’s armpits, rubbing deep circles that nearly made Satan bang his forehead against the wooden floor. “Will you help me out?”

Satan shook his head. “N-Neahahaha! Never, dahahahammit!”

“Very well.”

Lucifer was thankful the walls of his office were soundproof, because the scream that left Satan’s mouth could be misinterpreted by a scream from someone being killed, but Lucifer had simply sunk his fingertips against Satan's ribs, clawing at the bones and in the spaces between them.

“What’s this? Is this your secret spot?”

“I’LL KIHIHILL YOU!” Satan shrieked with hysterical laughter. “N-Nohahahat fuhuhucking thehehere!”

Satan threw his head back and he arched his back up, trying to escape from Lucifer’s hold against his ribs, but Lucifer’s fingers easily followed him, playing with each bone to find the one that would make Satan go ballistic.

It didn’t take long, the closer he got to the most sensitive ribs, Satan’s laughter became more hysterical and he desperately tried to get a hold of Lucifer’s hands to push them away.

Lucifer was a bit too surprised. He had seen Satan being tickled before, he had seen him laugh wholeheartedly as his other brothers wrecked him, but it was the first time he did it. It was the first time he tickled Satan to pieces and he really couldn’t help but think, (for the second time that night), that his little brother was, in fact, really cute.

“Fuck! Fuhuhuhuck, Lucifeheheher!” Lucifer thought Satan would split his spine in two as he arched up one more time when he felt the vibrations of those gloved fingers against his middle ribs. “I c-cahahahan’t! Not thehehehere!”

Lucifer arched his eyebrow, was Satan begging? Hmm… not quiet.

“Not here? I think this spot is very good, Satan. You’re laughing so much.” He felt awkward teasing Satan, but what is a punishment if you don’t make the other party feel inferior, right?

“I hahahahate you! Leheheheave!” Satan squeaked and Lucifer had to bark out a deep laugh at that.

“You know how to stop this, Satan."

Lucifer saw with amusement how Satan kept shaking his head, refusing to help him out. But Lucifer was rather patient when he wanted to be and his quick fingers weren't even tired of tickling Satan's ribs.

"Luhuhuhucifer! I fuhuhuhucking- hah!" Lucifer seriously laughed out loud when the funniest snort made Satan's nose vibrate. "Okay! Okahahahaha-

"Oh?" Lucifer had to move a little to see if his brother had actually died, but to his surprise, he was still laughing, but no sound was coming from his mouth.

Better hit the iron when it's hot.

"Satan? Are you ready to help me out with those copies?" Satan snorted and he quickly nodded. "You cannot take your word back, do you hear? I'll do this over again." Satan shook his head and Lucifer stopped when he saw his cheeks blushing brightly. "Good."

He stopped and easily lifted himself, finally letting Satan breathe.

"Okay, you can start picking up those papers since you're over there, Satan."

He heard Satan's laugher dying down, then his gasps, trying to catch his breath and lastly, his angry mumbles as he started to pick up all of those bitten and wet papers.

"I hate you."

"You let me know daily," Lucifer answered, a smirk on his face as he gently moved his chair away, the kitten still asleep even after all that screaming coming from Satan.

Lucifer felt Satan's eyes on him… actually, on the cat. Was he worried Lucifer was going to throw it out? He looked over at his brother and he bit the inside of his cheek. He'd never seen him so… messed up.

His hair was all over the place, his green sweater wrinkled and his shirt untucked from his pants. He wouldn't be surprised if he found out he had lost one of his shoes- oh, he did.

"Satan, put your shoe on and please get these copies."

Satan mumbled something under his breath, clicking away on Lucifer's computer as Lucifer signed the documents. Lucifer could barely believe Satan was being this good. Was he traumatized after being tickled by him?

Lucifer chuckled and Satan growled.

"You're not allowed to do that ever again, Lucifer."

"I let you choose. Next time help me out and you won't be tickled again," Lucifer said with a soft shrug and Satan cringed.

"What do you mean next time? I won't be helping you ever again! I don't-

"Listen, Satan," Lucifer started and he looked up when Satan didn't say a word. He let out a long sigh. "You can keep the cat. But only that one. Just one single cat. One. And I hope it doesn't come into my office ever again nor the kitchen, do you hear?"

Satan beamed and Lucifer narrowed his eyes when he saw the tiniest of smiles pulling at the corners of Satan's lips.

"What? Really?! You're not lying, are you?!"

Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head. "If you promise it won't cause trouble, then you can have it."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, Satan was nearly vibrating with excitement and, perhaps, feeling that Satan was happy, the kitten climbed back to his shoulder and nuzzled against his neck, drawing more of those sweet giggles out of Satan.

Yes, his brother was definitely cute when he wanted to. But that's a secret Lucifer will keep to his grave.

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