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echantedtoon · 3 days ago

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Hello!

Your ‘A Rock and A hard place’ book is one of my favourites! I wanted to request a Kokushibo version of it in a chapter.

Thank you! <33

Here it is. I'm not sure myself if it's cannon or not. If you need a refresher on what the demons look like with tails and pointed ears look at the link. This takes place between the time Akaza and Douma were released and when they eventually found their way back.

https://www.tumblr.com/flanelltees/694082545792450560/i-forgot-i-didnt-post-this-cuz-i-think-i-didnt?source=share

Demon Designs by @flanelltees

Kny Breeding Program Au originally is by @melon-cream-enmu

Warnings for Y/n getting a small cut on her hand and some blood mentioned.)

The squeaking sounds of the cart sounded out between the sounds of squeaky rubber boots and the rattling of objects inside the cart as the janitor pushed the cart of cleaning supplies down the halls towards their destination. Every so often a person in a lab coat or security uniform would pass the person in the full rubber hazmat suit and mask and ignore them or wave or give a friendly nod. If they were nice and greeted them then they'd greet them back.

"Mornin'," a security guard on patrol greeted briefly as they passed by each other.

"What's up?," their muffled voice greeted back with a nod as they passed without another word.

The rattling cart still made their way down the facility to a specific hallway that was in need of cleaning, or more specifically the rooms connected to that specific hallway. The one that was currently being evacuated except for only a select few staff. You being one of those staff members as you pushed your cart on over to the entrance way to the hall and paused by the familiar white haired man having his arms crossed and a stern expression on his face.

"Hi, Sanemi," you greeted muffled by the mask you wore. "How'd the extraction go?"

Said head of security rolled his eyes with a grunt. "Typical. It took like ten tranquilizers to put that dam thing out before we could get it out."

That's right. You heard that they were removing the demon they called 'Drums' because of all the drums somehow lodged into his body. He had been found in an abandoned mansion and it took five recovery teams to bring him in to study, not because he's dangerous but because he was able to move around his environment. He was absolutely large but his nature was surprisingly gentle and he liked playing his music for the scientists who interacted with him and showing off things he wrote when provided with paper..but it was in a demon language no one understood. He's been here for a few months and the director wanted him released to make way for newer demons to study.

That's why you were here. You were going to clean up his old cell before the new demon was placed inside it. Honestly you weren't sure you wanted to be back here after the incident with Akaza and Douma three weeks ago...but you were tired of cleaning bathrooms and unclogging toilets.

"Well at least he'll be happy to finally be going home. I'm just gonna go in and clean up his cell."

"Sure. Knock yourself out."

You wheeled on by him and into the familiar hall. Very few people were there, only three. You and two other people in Lab coats. Scientist or researchers you weren't sure but you recognized one immediately by the firey red hair. His head turned seeming to already recognize the squeak of your cart and immediately beamed.

"Y/N, MY LOVE!!", Kyojuro shouted loudly making his partner jump in response as he turned to you arms out in greeting. "You're finally back!"

Slowing down to a stop, you beamed behind your mask at the doctor you were going on a few dates on. "Well I did tell you that I'd be switching back after a while. The two demons causing me the headache are gone so there's nothing to worry about."

He hummed, brows scrunching in unsureness but slowly nodded. "I suppose so, but I would highly suggest being careful from now on. We'll have to update our watch on the volunteers more closely from now on to make sure this doesn't happen again."

"I'm sure it won't. Besides it's all fixed now so no harm done." The only evidence of what happened to you was just some notes taken for research purposes and the two scars those demons left on you. A dark stripe on your palm, and a frost like pattern on your forearm but you could always get them medically removed with a skin draft like Kyojuro suggested. You haven't made a choice on that yet though. "I'll just go clean up the cell and finish up. Ok?"

"Of course. If you need anything else just shout."

Smiling you pushed your kart away as he turned back on the demon they seemed to be studying. One that looked like a young child except he was all white and seemed to be playing with some toys left inside. You paid them no more mind as you continued to push your kart to the very, very back of the hall and stopped by the cell with the open doorway. This was the one you had to clean up. Wasting no time, you stopped you cart and reached out to pick the broom out of your cart and go right inside. The cell was like the others, big but at least this one wasn't too dirty. Most of the litter was just crumpled up papers, crushed or shortened pencils, and half eaten food scattered everywhere.

Whelp you knew the drill.

Sweep. Mop. Clean the giant window on both sides.

Exactly what you did. Sweeping everything up before getting out the mop and bucket of water and cleaning up the space. That was fairly fast. It wasn't until you were cleaning up the giant window that you noticed something was a little off. As you sprayed and then wiped the cloth over the thick glass. As you wiped the window you had the unexplainable need to look through the window to the other side and paused.

There was a demon in plain sight of you.

Through the window you were cleaning you were able to see the cell on the other side and found yourself staring face to face with another one of them. A demon. But like Akaza, Douma, or any other demon you'd seen in the time you've been working here, he looked completely different. I

Intimidating. At least six inches taller than Douma and extremely built by the looks of him, but what you were most stunned about was the SIX eyes staring down at you. Reddish scelera in a similar way to Akaza's was broken into pieces by veins with golden eyes. You both continued to silently stare at one another before you just went back to cleaning the window. Pay no attention to it. That's what got you in that mess in the first place. You ignored the creature as you cleaned the window and then moved to clean the outside. But you still felt it's gaze the entire time. By the time you turned back around, you were surprised to still be staring at this creature.

The demon said or did nothing as you both stood there awkwardly as you slowly moved to your cart, and realized something. While you had moved, it's eyes didn't follow you. In fact his gaze didn't follow you at all, all six eyes staring straight down at the floor. It was then you realized that he hadn't been staring at you at all. Curious, f/c eyes looked down through the protective goggles you wore to the floor only to see what this thing was staring at. On the floor was from crinkled papers that must've fallen out of your art when you cleaned up the cell. On it was some language you couldn't understand but it seemed that this demon was staring at the words.

Was it..reading them?

"....Do you like reading those?" It made no move to look at you even as you slowly reached up to remove your mask and hold falling to your shoulders. "You like to read?"

Finally it moved..Sorta. One of his eyes moved. The top left one moved to turn to you and stared. You still stared at him before slowly walking around your cart and slowly pick up the papers. Now you had it's full attention as all eyes moved to you as you picked them up and looked the writing over carefully before turning up to him. Smiling before walking up to the window and holding them up.

"Here. Is that better?"

It offered no response still looking you over before going back to the papers. The eyes going half lidded and calm as he stared at the two papers you held. You guessed that was a yes as he continued to stare at them..Or you assumed that it was a he. You couldn't be too sure with demons.

"Y/n?" Said woman's head turned to Kyojuro as he approached you quickly in question. "What are you doing? Are you done?" The footsteps stopped up on seeing the six foot something demon standing calmly at the window eyes going wide. "What on earth is going on?!"

"Oh. It's ok." You held up the papers. "He just wanted to read these. I was holding them up so he could see-" you stopped when you turned back.

The demon was gone from the window. Instead he was now in the center of the room in the process of sitting down on a tatami mat back turned to you both. He was calm when he sat down allowing you to see his pointy ears, and a long tail swishing behind him. In a similar fashion to Douma, it was long with a tuft of hair at the end that matched his hair he wore in a long ponytail. Neither of you said anything as Kyojuro came to stand next to you in astonishment looking inside the cell before turning to you wide eyed.

"How were you able to make contact with Six?"

You turned back to him. "Six?"

"That's what we nicknamed him because of his eyes," he explained. "But he's never done that before."

"Really?" He shook his head swaying orange locks. "How long has he been here?"

"We brought him in about three months before your incident." His eyes calmly flicker back to the cell and the demon that sat completely still. "He was found deep in the forest not too far from here in a nature reserve, he was living in an abandoned cabin and lived almost completely like a human in the olden days. The director thought it'd be a good opportunity for studying their habits of mimicking human livelihood so we brought him here for study, but he's not done anything but sit there and eat food when we give it too him. Otherwise he completely ignores any interactions with us."

"Maybe he doesn't like humans?"

Kyojuro sighed. "We figured that so we tried putting in another demon in with him for study purposes, but he completely ignored her too. Too bad. She was actually a very well behaved demon so it's not like she'd cause any fights."

"Oh..."

You looked down at the papers in your hands, raising a brow at the strange writing on it. You had no idea what Drums wrote or what it said because you didn't speak or read the language but perhaps this demon was interested in reading. Maybe Drums wrote something interesting Six liked? You weren't sure but for some reason you were curious.�� Didn't matter. You shrugged it off, threw the papers in the cart trashcan, before bidding Kyojuro goodbye and carting off. The job was done anyways.

However it wasn't to last.

Maybe it was because of the last encounters. Maybe it was because of the fact you started to need the extra money again for bills. Or maybe it was just stupidity and curiosity but you needed the money again. Bills were starting to crawl up on you and the money you had saved up from your meet ups were starting to rapidly deplete. So you had two options. Either go back to getting cheap ramen noodles almost every night or go back into the program. ..The answer was obvious but it also came with a problem. After what happened you were pretty sure Kyojuro wouldn't like you volunteering for the M.C.M.A.R.R program again, but it's not like you had a choice. So instead of him you sought out the only other doctor you knew-

"I want to volunteer for the program again. I-.. I-I need the money."

Shinobu stared at you from where she was filing paperwork in a cabinet, that neutral smile still on her face. You'd found her late one night while working and cornered her awkwardly with your request.

She blinked at you still smiling. "Sure. Anyone can volunteer but does Kyojuro know you're doing this?'

"Eeeehhh...Not yet." You confessed looking away and rubbing your neck. "I figured he'd see me once I'm there next Wednesday."

"Kyojuro doesn't work with the M.C.M.A.R.R anymore though. They moved him to the behavioral department on mermaids." Her head tilted. "So you'll be paired up with someone differently this time."

"Oh. That's fine. Let's go sign you up then."

That's how you nervously found yourself nervously standing in the hall again after your shift on Wednesday despite Kyojuro's firm objections to you returning. Shinobu must've told him however you've already made up your mind. You slowly shuffled in looking around nervously clutching the book in your arms at the multiple security guards, scientists, and volunteers walking around talking to demons or taking notes of the entire thing. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. But then again you wouldn't be putting yourself in danger again. It was just until you could pay back your bills.

"Y/n?" You jumped and whirled around behind you coming face to face with a black haired man in a lab coat. "Whoops. Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." He smiled at you. "I'm Doctor Murata and I'll be your researcher for however long you decide to remain with the program."

A slow sigh escaped you. Calm down. There's nothing to worry about. "Oh. Right. Ni-Nice to meet you."

"Likewise. Are you ready to begin?" You nodded and he looked at his clipboard. "Hm. Let's see. You're going to be interacting with Six today." You blinked. Six? As in the demon you saw a while ago. Murata turned. "Follow me and we'll get to it."

Hesitantly you followed Doctor Murata down the hallway past other researchers and volunteers, and you gazed at a few speaking to the demons. It was pretty harmless but you knew that they had to be more careful from now on. He brought you a the same cell you saw a few weeks ago and peered inside. There he was, Six, sitting down away from the window as usual. His tail curled up at his side in sleep or meditation you weren't sure.

Doctor Murata smiled looking at you and nodding to the window. "Ok. Go ahead and try to interact. If he doesn't do anything don't feel too bad, he's usually ignoring us anyways but he we still have to try. Recently I was informed he was reported coming to the window and sort of interacting with a janitor but it was brief and he hasn't responded to anyone or anything since."

You stared at him. That janitor was YOU. How did he not know that?...Well you assumed Kyojuro was the one who reported it so he probably kept your name out of it to avoid them asking you to come back to interact with Six. He was a sweet boyfriend. Slowly you looked back to the window and in where Six was silently still sitting. What should you do?..Well guess you should try and get his attention first. Raising your hand, you wrapped it against the extremely thick glass window. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. No movement was made except for his ears flickering a bit before they stilled....but nothing else happened. Well..at least he knew someone was there? You exchanged looks with the doc who was quickly writing something on his clipboard and looked back up to you expectantly.

You sighed heavily before looking back to the window and balling your fists to bang on the window louder despite him still not moving an inch. "Hello? It's me again."

You really weren't expecting anything to happen..and to be honest nothing did at first. He still did nothing but sit there leaving you to sigh and look at the doc again who only hummed and wrote something on the clipboard. The demon moved. Head tilting to look over his shoulder and stare at the window..Oh well. On the bright side if you were just interacting with a demon who did nothing but ignore everyone then it'll be easy money- You froze. A chill suddenly running down you spine and you looked back to the windo-

You gasped jumping back as six eyes stared down at you. The doc looked up and also jumped as the towering form of Six stood tall leering at the both of you. Your heart pounded as you stared at him. His calm half lidded eyes staring at you and the doc vigorously writing on the clipboard. Calm down. So he moved. He probably just recognized you and came over out of curiosity. A few inhales and you calmed yourself down enough to awkwardly smile up to him.

"Goodness. You're pretty fast aren't you?" The demon provided no answer as it still looked at you. Guess he wasn't much of a talker. Pushing it aside you slowly held up the book in your hands making him look at it. "I saw you reading the papers earlier. Does that mean you enjoy reading?" No answer. "I brought this and thought maybe you'd like to read more."

He didn't respond to you at first just staring at the book. On the cover was the title 'Ghost Stories And Folklore Takes by E. Gadd' and you picked it out on the bases of.. well this thing was a demon. Maybe you were wrong but you still pushed on, choosing to open the book and held it up for him to read. This was ridiculous. You didn't even know if this thing could read English. But to your absolute SHOCK..Six calmly looked at the first page, before slowly lowering to sit on his knees and started to read the words on the first page.

'Down in the world unknown there laid a kingdom drab and dark. Where darkness and shadows collided and lived in fear and power. One would be mad to even think about stepping in a place like this. Where the dead are gone but still there, the shadows played and roamed and full of terror. A frightful place brace heros dare not venture unless they wish to meet a tragic fate. Yes. This one place was alone ruled by a power hungry spirit, spited by his love in life and now seeks vengeance on any mortal who dared be foolish enough to be beckoned into his awaiting claws.

The creature of vengeance was known as one of promises and dealings. Whether If one were to want something most dear to their heart and was determined and pure, or if their heart was filled with greed, envy, and lust he would grant your reply if you were brave or stupid enough to find him. It was when one day a child from a nearby village heard of this rumor that they were excited to find out if it was true or not. Against their parents and everyone else's wishes and warnings, the small child had snuck out to venture into the forbidden dark woods. The brambles scraped and left cuts on their body, the creatures chased after and threatened to eat them if they didn't turn back now, for darker and more sinister things slept in these woods, but bravely the child went on. On and on on their journey to really see this sinister ghost who granted wishes and promises that the mortal eye would repulse to believe. Until the sinister avenger had been found and the massive shadow beckoned the child closer with a boney rigged hand.

"You have traveled far and withstood the tests my forces forwarded. For that you have earned the right to one miracle granted to you. But a warning you have also earned. Be warned, with a pure and honest heart comes great rewards. With a heart who bleeds nothing but black with greed and jealousy, a foul end you shall meet. Think about the consequences greatly, for the repercussions shall be swift and tight. Think well, dear child."

The small child dared to smile at the creature and simply reply, "I have no need for any treasures or anything of preciousness near me. I solely only wished for to see myself if the avenger of shadows was a true sight. And now that I have seen you for what a true being you are, I will simply be leaving satisfied my wish was fulfilled."'

Six sat there still before those eyes calmly looked back up to you expectantly. Was he waiting for something? F/c eyes looked at the book.. before turning the page and he just simply kept reading. Murata stared at him stunned.

"Remarkable! The demon can read human language! This is a massive breakthrough!!" He furiously scribbled down on the clipboard as you kept holding up the book as Six calmly continued to entertain himself.

'The answer of the child amused the ancient spirit and he chuckled his hollow laugh at the very notion of it all.

"Wise answer to an otherwise difficult mortal choice. For that you shall still be granted a prize for your efforts. Name one and answer wisely."

The small child as said had no need for such items like treasure and fortune, but they knew that the child's hard working mother were in need of some fortune in her life. So with a kind heart, the child looked to the spirit and asked for their miracle. "My mother works oh so hard to take care of me. It would be so nice for her to have just a little more luck on her side. Oh spirit, let me repay her for all her kindness she has shown me."

"Your wish shall be granted. A selfless act is always it's own reward, but be wary of those who wish to use those fortunes to their own will."

The child was permitted a safe leave back to their home and as promised their selfless act of kindness was granted by the spirit of shadows. The child and their mother mysteriously found an old box in their pantry one day that they had never known of before and upon opening it discovered many, many priceless jewels. The likes of which they had never seen before. With this new found fortune, the mother and child were able to gain a plentiful farm with all the necessities they needed to have a plentiful life. Farther down in the years the mother even remarried one of the strongest most handsome men in the small village. But this man was nothing but green with want, and treated the mother and her child terribly.

He was lazy, rude, and had a heart full of greed. Seeping of those who had better and helping him in life. But one fateful day everything changed. For one day he asked the child's mother a question.

"My dear wife. You know I love you dearly, but I must ask you. Where did you receive such wealth and fortune."

"Why, from a old wooden box in the pantry," she replied happily, "And inside the little wooden chest was gems and riches beyond our wildest dreams."

"Yes, yes! But where did it come from?"

"I know not how it got there or where it came from, but my child and I are oh so happy to have received such a delightful fortune. How we may live happily for a long while."

Her husband was displeased with such an answer and once again asked but this time to the child. The child happily told the man his venture into the woods and his encounter with the spirit of shadows, filling the man's heart with more greed. That very night when the family slept, the man snuck out and made his own way into the deep woods of shadows and fears. Brambles cut his clothing, he cursed those who dare chase him and snap at his hinds as he ran, but the greed and lust in his heart was strong. So strong he persisted his heart green with envy. Alas finally he arrived and looking as though some creature had mangled him with their claws. The spirit was beckoning him closer with a bony rigged hand and spoke.

"Oh one who's heart is sewn with greed and plight. You have sought me through danger and fright. Your actions of greed are inexcusable but like many before you have made it through the path of darkness. For that you have earned the right to one miracle, but also a warning. Be warned, with a pure and honest heart comes great rewards. With a heart who bleeds nothing but black with greed and jealousy, a foul end you shall meet. Think about the consequences greatly, for the repercussions shall be swift and tight. Oh one who comes to me with a black heart for his own wishes. I offer this to you so you may choose your wish wisely."'

......Six looked at you again patiently waiting and you again turned the page for him to continue reading.

'The man paid no attention to the wise words of the ghost nor did he think about any real consequences for his actions as he spoke what he oh so desired.

"Give me more riches than any man shall have!! Make my fortune one who will make me a fortunate man!! A bright castle and beautiful jewels is what I seek and most desire!!"

"A answer I foresaw and one your shall have for not heeding my warnings. Oh man of greed and selfishness, you shall indeed have your wish awaiting you home. But do not be surprised when your unfortunate fate you shall unevitably meet. Now be gone creature of greed. My domain is not fit for one of you."

The man left for his home and once his got there his had his miracle in the form of the purest black horse with a magnificent couch of ebony, inside the couch was boxes and jewels of every imagining. The man cared not for his wife or the young child that he had left behind, away in this marvelous new couch he received and off that horrid man went into the night with his shouts of greedy glee and pleasure as his family long forgotten. The mother and child awoken to no greedy ma plaguing their lives and while the mother was quite saddened, she still had the child to watch after. As luck and fortune does benefit those with kind hearts, another man the mother sought and a kinder man she got. With a much kindness to her and her child this man gave to combat the sorrows left behind by the other greedy filled one. One day a message they did receive, about a much bigger estate of land and riches. The greedy man who had once left them behind without a second thought, was now no more as the spirit's warnings he did not need. As fate had decided he would be no more, a swift and tight end he did get. Leaving everything he valued behind of jewels and gold, to no man but a woman he did not care for. His wife and next of kin did receive, fame and fortune for kindness indeed. With kindness in their hearts the family did grow, and with it came all lucky and fortune soon to glow.

For those with kind hearts and bright minds, often find themselves on the favorite end of fate's hands.'

Six continued to sit there patiently before looking at you again to turn the page to the next story. Smiling you gently turned to the next page to Murata's insistence as he gleefully began to not down more notes and excitedly beam to himself about this major breakthrough. You hadn't been there for an hour when you thought it'd be best to call it quits and stand up catching the sitting demon's attention back onto you.

"I have to go now but I'll bring the book back next Wednesday -," you explained placing a bookmark between the pages and closing the book, "-and then we can finish it. Ok? Then I can bring you more books to read when we're done with this one."

Six said nothing as he stared at you before calmly standing up and leaving. Just like before he just sat down going back to ignoring everyone. Murata was absolutely ecstatic looking between his notes and you.

"This is exactly what we were hoping for! Demon's might be able to read human language!! Will you be coming back next week?!"

You smiled nodding at him. "I sure will. I definitely think this is something I can handle."

Oh how fate had different plans for you.

Kyojuro was VERY concerned about you and looked you over as soon as you two had som time together, sighing in relief once he saw you were ok. Once again trying to talk you out of it but unsuccessful because you decided to go back next week to finish reading the book. It went like that for the next few weeks. You'd stop by every Wednesday after your shift and join Doctor Murata in sitting down and holding up the book for Six to read. After the third visit, Murata was nice enough to provide a chair for you to sit in as you held up the book and turned the pages.

At the doc's request, you tried talking to him and get a response..but he ignored everything you said in favor of reading. The only time he'd pay you any attention was to look at you indicating he wanted you to turn the page. At least he wasn't going crazy like the other two demons, if anything he was calm. However Murata would want you to start a different task soon.

"Would you be willing to do an in person session with Six today?," he asked you.

You blinked at him as you stood there. Sherlock Holmes book in hand as Six was already sat at the window waiting for you to open the book. "You want me to go on there with him? Are you kidding me?"

Murata shook his head. "No. There's a reason to it."

"And that is?"

"He only interacts with you. We've tried doing some outside tests giving him books and trying to have others read to him but he never interacts with us and he never reads any of the books we place in his cell. For some reason it's only you."

"I-..Look. I'm perfectly fine with sitting with him while he reads but my boyfriend would freak if he knew that I stepped inside with him. Plus ... it's kinda dangerous."

"Not at all! Six's temperament is actually very gentle. He hasn't done anything to any of the researchers who's been in his cell or when we give him food."

"Look. There's absolutely no way I'm going-"

"A thousand dollars bonus will be added to your paycheck each in person visit."

"....."

You flinched as the metal reinforced doors opened up a few inches, creaking loudly, and just enough for you to squeeze in. Hesitating you looked back to Murata whom gave you a thumbs up and big smile before you turned back forward and took an inhale. It's not like last time. You remembered a little fearful of the demon inside. Douma was clingy and crazy and Akaza was aggressive and territorial. Six was absolutely calm and outside of your reading sessions showed absolutely no interest in you otherwise. He didn't even bother to look at you while you on your normal shift cleaning up the cells and halls. Kokushibo was different.

You pushed your head inside to look around and instantly spotted the demon staring at you from where he still sat down in front of the window. After a moment he stood up and started towards the center of the room. Once he did he continued to stare at you as you shimmied your way in and stopped. Jumping when the door closed with a giant sound. The two of you stood there staring at each other for a long while until you started moving further into the room. Shuffling closer and closer until you see a yard away from him. You both stared at each other before he looked at the book you held.

"Th-This is Sherlock Holmes," you explained to him, "This man goes around solving mysteries and bringing bad people to justice. You'll like it I think,Six."

He said nothing but allowed you to kneel down and opened the book. Like before he didn't say anything but just read the book you held as you nervously sat there until you were able to get out, breathing a sigh of relief as you were finally able to stand on the other side.

"That was incredible! I think we should continue with the in person sessions from now on and see how it progresses from there!"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Trust me! With your record of interactions with demons, this ought to be great!"

"That's not reassuring."

So it continued. You started doing in person meetings with Six, making Kyojuro go nuts for a few weeks but there wasn't really anything he could do about it. Six hadn't literally even talked to you and just continued to stare at the books you held. After the fourth in person session you finally relaxed and got used to him. He literally did nothing so it was safe, plus your bank was great!! However Murata decided to be a genius once again and decided to push the demon forward. By presenting you a certain way.

"You want me to do what ?"

"Where this kimono." He held up a white dress.

"You're out of your mind! Why would I wear a kimono in there?"

"Because I want to see if his behavior will change if you wear a similar style to him. His clothing originate from traditional Japanese fashion, so perhaps some familiarity will provide more engagement from him."

"So...I just got to wear the dress? You guys are really-"

"You'll get two thousand instead as bonus compensation."

"...."

Six stared at you wide eyed and surprised as you walked in wearing a traditional pretty green kimono with your hair styled up. With a grimace you shot Murata an annoyed look through the window but he only gave you a thumbs up. With a sigh you turned back to Six only to help finding the demon standing up and before you. You stared up at him silently as he stared at you, before slowly he circled you. Walking around you all the way in a circle as you turned your head to follow him..

"Hm."

You jumped again. His him was a deep voice, curious... before he just went to go sit down like nothing happened again. From then on Murata wanted to try proceeding with different kimono dresses he just randomly ordered online some were plain ones while others were more detailed. Each one got a wide eyed but calm look from Six when you visited him, the pink one with long sleeves and cherry blossoms seemed to really please him as he hummed. However you were taken off guard one day when he was staring at the book.. before your hand was snatched up and you gasped loudly as he grabbed your wrist, before turning your palm to face him and saw the rectangle mark Akaza left on you. He was silent as he stared down at it before looked at you again.

"Oh... That's.. Th-That's a mistake." You managed to pull your hand from him to clutch your fist. "Someone.. Someone marked me without me knowing and..a -and well I don't think I'll be able to get over it."

He said nothing as you clutched your hand but he did go back to looking at the book allowing you peace. However peace with this demon would not last long. You did the usual routine of bringing a book and Murata handing you a dress to get dressed in, this one white with a hood you hadn't really seen before but shrugged and put it on anyways. No big deal on your end. However when you stepped inside where he was already waiting, his expression was very different.

Six eyes went wide in shock at the dress you wore, smiling at him from under the hood on your head. "Hello, Six. Sorry I'm so late. I had to get ready for our meeting."

He said nothing at first before getting up and then slowly starting to walk over to you. You said nothing at first assuming he wanted to examine the dress again but you weren't prepared for him to reached out a clawed hand to gently grab a strand of your hair, gently running it along his fingers before taking in your visage. Eyes wide open before they softened.

"Six? What are you doi-"

"Kokushibo."

You froze. Eyes going wide as he took the chance to grab your hand. "Wha-What?"

"My name-" He spoke perfect human raising your hand to his mouth. "-is Kokushibo. My wife."

Your mouth fell open as his lips kissed the back of your hand and a second later the sting of his thumbnail cutting into your palm hit you. You squeaked out in pain pulling your hand from him and clutched your fist. A moment later you opened it and to your horror a cut was on your other palm and on it was the shape of an eye. Your world went still as you just stared at your palm then at him as he smiled at you.

Panic flushed through your veins before to his surprise you turned on your heels and RAN back towards the doorway. Squeezing your way out and back into the hallway in a panic. Murata immediately came up to you with a concerned look until he took saw the cut and blood on your palm.

"MEDICAL ATTENTION!! WE NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION!!"

Everything after that was a blur. You were whisked away to Obanai to have your hand looked over. Multiple people were questioning you about what happened. Kyojuro showed up. A rare state of absolute fury as you could hear him RAGE at Murata because-

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?! YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULDN'T SEND HER IN THERE!! WHY WAS SHE LEFT VULNERABLE LIKE THAT?! AND WHY DID YOU THINK SENDING HER IN A WEDDING DRESS WAS A GOOD IDEA?!"

"I-I didn't think it was a wedding dress!"

"YOU WEREN'T THINKING AT ALL!!"

Wedding dress? Your stomach felt queasy and you couldn't say anything when Kyojuro finally came in to look at you deathly calm and stern.

"You are NEVER going to volunteer to the program again. I'm going to ask the director to release Six right away, but until then you are NOT going near there again. Do you understand what I'm saying?" You nodded guilty. "Good. Now get changed. I'm taking you home tonight."

You made no objections to him and was honestly tired so you allowed him to take you home and didn't mind him talking to the director about releasing Six... Kokushibo?? Whoever he was. You decided that demon from now on were NOT for you. You'd much rather clean up the aquariums where the mermaids were kept instead.

You stayed FAR AWAY from the demon wing from now on back on bathroom duty(which you hated) but you were at least happy when two weeks later Kyojuro confirmed that Kokushibo/Six was taken away to be released. He made you PROMISE him no more demons as they seemed to be attracted to you. You were happy to agree and settled down as the days went flying by.

However you didn't know the bigger problem awaiting at home just for you.

You were called in to double shift for a few coworkers a couple times that week so you were pretty exhausted from it all. You stopped by the grocery store on the way home and just barely was able to balance three paper bags in your arms and unlock the door, not noticing the window busted open. Pushing it in and then closing it behind you. Tired eyes just passing by the living room and crossing into the kitchen.

You passed by a man sitting on your comfortable fluffy rug and reading a book from your shelf. Clink- A small teacup clinked as he gently took a sip before he gently placed it back down and started reading the next page as if the woman didn't walk past him.

"Good evening, Dear."

"Hi." Your tired brain automatically responded without a thought as you placed the bags on the table.

"What are you cooking for dinner?"

"Tonkatsu and rice balls." Again you responded automatically just tiredly reaching into bags and setting things up on the table.

"Ah. A simple but delicious dish."

"Uh huh."

You passed by the doorway towards the stove with a package of uncooked rice. Step. Step. Ste-....Tired eyes suddenly blinked open wide nearly bugging out of her skull...Feet slowly turned around and walked back towards the doorway. Step. Step. Step. Half her body leaned back out of the doorway...Thud. A bag of rice fell from her hands and fell to the floor with a loud thud seeing the figure of a VERY tall demon sitting on the floor of her living room in a meditative state, one hand holding a murder mystery novel as the other gently lifted the teacup back to his face which was mostly obscured by long burgundy bangs. A long tail flicking every now and then.

You still stared at him before he calmly turned to stare six eyes at the rice bag. "You dropped our dinner."

"W-What are you doing in my house?!"

"Spouses do tend to share a home." He simply turned back to his book. "Finish dinner and then we'll discuss the arrangements further."

"Further arrangements?!"

"Yes. I've noticed that you have a spare bedroom that's empty. I'd like to convert that to our children's nursery."

"CHILDREN?!"

"Yes. I've always wanted a large family however I'll be just fine with one as well."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" You held up your hands showing off the marks. "Look..Six-"

"Kokushibo."

You sighed. "Kokushibo. I think there's been a really big misunderstanding between us. We're not...spouses. I was seeing someone WAY before I even met you."

"The demon spouses that abandoned you."

"No! They were misunderstood too! I wasn't flirting with them! Or you! I already have a boyfriend and I'm not interested in you or them or anyone else but my boyfriend. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I just don't care." Your mouth dropped open. "Why don't you cook dinner and we can talk things over then?"

"I just- ..You...UGH!! YOU DEMONS ARE DRIVING ME INSANE!!"

"I find madness attractive," he stated bluntly making you gawk at him. "You still left the rice on the floor."

You didn't know what to do or what to say. It's not like you could just walk up to Kyojuro and be like 'the demon who flirted with me is back and is living in my house believing were husband and wife'. He'd go nuts! You could loose your job! The facility might even decide to study you both as a part of their stupid program. So for now you decided to keep your mouth shut until you could figure something out.

But unluckily for you things were about to get even MORE complicated.

"I'm leaving for a while," Kokushibo spoke to you one day before you left for work. "I have a few things to settle at my old home before I permanently move in. It'll take a while so expect me to not be back for a while." Then he had the audacity to kiss your lips before leaving. "Do not fret, Moonlight. I'll return as soon as I can."

It was hard to explain to Kyojuro why you were angry blushing all day at work. As if to add more to your bad luck the next two weeks were also filled with double shifts because some of your coworkers got sick suddenly. It was one of those days you had to do a double shift because a coworker called in sick. Stupid chickenpox. You ended up having to clean up the entire research lab by yourself! You didn't even get home that night until around nine! By then the sun at already set and you were exhausted. So exhausted that you just walked up to the door and didn't bother to notice it was busted open until you held up your keys to unlock the door and went to grab the door knob only to freeze as it swung open wide with a creak from you lightly touching it. You froze as your eyes stared at it. Noticing the claw marks on the wood, and the busted lock..And then looking into the darkness and freezing up as two rainbow orbs stared at hou-

"LOVE!!"

You shrieked as something rushed from the darkness and the keys fel from your hands as you were snatched up into two strong cold arms. You screamed again looking up into the face of-....You paused. And blinked.

"DOUMA?!"

The blonde demon cooed squeezing you more against him earning a growl from the darkness. You snapped back into the dark only to freeze again seeing-

"AKAZA!?"

The pink haired demon GLARED at the blonde one as he stepped out of the doorway before hissing something at the blonde in demon tongue. Douma blinked, looked over, before gaining a sultry look. He cooed at Akaza before puckering his lips and leaning forward- Akaza SQUEALED OUT in a way a woman scared of a mouse would and stumbled back into the house away from Douma who only paused.. before cooing again at Akaza's indignant hiss. You looked between them before reaching up a hand to rub your temples.

"I'm in deep shit."

Then something even WORSE happened. A tall shadow fell upon all three of you causing sll of you to turn to the doorway and standing there in the darkness was the unmistakable figure of Kokushibo. Akaza immediately hissed taking a protective stance and Douma just tilted his head curiously.

".....What is the meaning of this?"

"Let me rephrase that. I'm in REALLY deep shit."

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#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kokushibo #kokushibo x reader #a rock and a hard place

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moonlit-orchid · 9 months ago

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These two lines in the movie make me the most mentally unwell.

"I should have been the one to go. You needed your mother more than you needed me."

The amount of layers to this, oh my god. He's blaming himself for being alive. He probably wants to die. He genuinely thinks Adrian needs Emilie more.

And it's been YEARS since Emilie's passed away. Look how tiny Adrian is over there, he only just about comes about the bedpost. Gabriel still looks like he did in the pictures of when Adrian was little. It's been literal years. It could have literally been a full decade ago.

And Gabriel breaks the narrative here. He's supposed to be telling a story, he's supposed to be saying what happened in the past. But at this point, he doesn't say "your mother was taken from us" or anything like that referencing Emilie's passing. The story breaks, he's using a statement. I should have been the one to go. It's completely out of the story, because he isn't saying what he felt then, there's no "I felt like I should have been the one to go". It's just "I should have been."

Because he still thinks this. It's been about a decade, and his opinion, his feelings about this, is still "I should have died". It interrupts his storytelling because of how strongly he feels this way, almost like it's a fact to him.

And then he follows it with "You needed your mother more than you needed me." Again, he says this like it's a fact, like Adrian actually did need his mother more. Because he believes it himself. And this could be because of so many things. It could be because of the way people consider the mother to be the one supposed to care for the children much more than the father, or it could be that Gabriel himself didn't see how much Adrian needed him, or even that Gabriel didn't see himself as useful to Adrian. Especially because he said he should have been the one to die. He's essentially saying he was useless. That he was expendable but Emilie wasn't. He literally is implying he doesn't see any worth in himself regarding being a father.

And then it's not just his grief, it's Adrian's grief that has him desperate to bring Emilie back. He literally doesn't care about himself, he wants his son to be happy and doesn't see himself as able to do that. He loves him to the point of being suicidal and self-sacrificing if it would give Adrian what he need, all while simultaneously not seeing himself as what Adrian needs because he doesn't think he has that much worth regarding him.

#it is one am and i am on my shit #Gabriel agreste has made me so insane about him ever since i first watched the show #like he's unironically been my favourite character. probably because i wasn't able to watch the full level of his bullshit in the show #movie gabriel is exactly the character i wanted/envisioned gabriel to be and the redemption was exactly what i wanted #and i will randomly remember the movie exists and die inside when i remember this scne #and don't get me started on how many times he tightened his grip around adrian when hugging him oh my god #this man was so convinced he couldnt make adrian happy himself he didnt see that Adrian was slowly recovering on his own #and the fact that Adrian wasnt even angry he just understood he knew and he hugged him oh my god #adrian had finally learnt to let go and now he wanted his dad to let go too-and dont get me started on how he calls gabriel dad #also “you have to let her go” maybe its not just Emilie herself he meant but the idea of her and what she meant #like the idea that emilie was perfect emilie is what adrian needed that gabriel is nothing next to her #aughhhhhdhhshsjsjsshsh im going insaneeee #miraculous awakening #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous movie #gabriel agreste #adrian agreste #chat noir #hawkmoth #hawk moth

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skeletalheartattack · 5 months ago

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so for like, a decade plus, i've been searching for a youtube video i remember seeing back in 2007, and i've finally managed to make some headway:

good news: i've found it

bad news: it's lost media

#it's been bugging me for so long honestly #ive talked about it in my tags before but its basically the video that introduced me to roblox #it's probably a bit silly to have been searching for this video. but part of the reason ive been looking is to see how good my memory is #specifically memories from when i was 9 years old. and how those memories have aged given im 26 now #like id say my memory is pretty good. specifically remembering specific details from memories long ago #like that isn't to say they're perfect. like i'll get some details wrong. but i know the general idea of what i saw #but basically #it's basically some old roblox bloopers video that had their character in a baseball cap and lugia t-shirt #now for a few years i wasn't sure i was correct on this person wearing a lugia t-shirt #and so at some point i figured i had to give up looking for that specific detail #since literally no video i could find had these two details combined. id find characters with baseball caps but never with a lugia t-shirt #and by that point i was afraid i wouldn't be able to find this video. or worse. my memory was wrong and it was something i watched in 2008 #but i knew it had to be uploaded before december 12th. 2007. because thats when i made my account #and the way i found it was going through 11 pages of a youtube search for ''lego videos''#i was specifically looking for new lego videos to watch. or find something that seemed more interesting than lego mario stop motion #and there was one video that stood out. which was some random roblox bloopers video. mixed in with a bunch of random lego videos #anyway. just today i was scrolling through twitters ''for you'' tab and happened upon a thread showing off lost roblox youtube thumbnails #and i was like ''well. can't hurt to see if theres anything in here that i recognize.''#and lo and behold. a roblox dude in a blue baseball cap and a lugia t-shirt. labeled as ''ROBLOX Bloopers!''#i could feel the anvil of my doubt free itself from my brain because i finally had proof of a video that lines up with my memory #thats not to say this is the exact video but 99% certain it's uploaded by the same person. like it could be roblox bloopers part 2 #but anyway. the channel and the video(s) are lost and while im sad i can't watch it to confirm my memory #im happy to see that there's evidence that lines up with my memory of what i saw back then #for reference. it was uploaded by someone named 'Furzniak' at the time. and it was uploaded on July 21st. 2007

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sqlmn · 10 months ago

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Ananza is the wind deity, though she's not the first with that honor. Originally the elder gods selected a man as their wind deity but after he witnessed Oh and Fulj being punished he requested to relinquish his role. Basically asking them for a mortal death rather than immortality. They obliged since the deities exist to help humans and a miserable deity won't do the job properly so no need to keep a deity bound to a task they don't want to do.

So Ananza was selected as a replacement. Fulj has no recollection of the first wind deity and Ananza has already been told by the fire deities that it wasn't Fulj's fault but she was the final straw for the former wind deity. So, Ananza doesn't hold any dislike towards Fulj and actually really likes listening to her talk. Ananza loves to dance and wander around her city so when Fulj stops by to visit, she listens to Fulj's adventures while they roam the city.

Because there are two fire deities and one can stay in their city while the other wanders and because Fulj no longer has a city to be focused on, the three like to visit the other cities to check in. Ohime and Ohiwe really like to visit Ananza while Fulj prefers to visit Ymber. While Ananza likes Ohiwe, Ohime, and Fulj, she really isn't fond of the ice deity or Ymber. She doesn't like to scramble for topics and ice/Ymber don't start conversations enough so it's a bother to Ananza to try forcing friendliness. She loves light hearted stories though and Fulj and the fire deities excel at that type of story.

(Ohime and Ohiwe sometimes call her Nana and on that note it's lore in the tags time)

#the daily life of a deity sucks #also fwiw ! deacon doesnt really tell anyone but he really wants to meet the wind deity #because he might have lost his mom at a young age but she was originally from the city of wind and had wind magic #so he would watch his mom dance either solo or with his dad and it was always fun to him to watch how happy his mom was #so when he was told it was a dance she learned when she was a child he doesnt think much of it #but he sees ohime trying to show ymber a dance he was finally getting down and then ohime pauses #cause hes trying to remember and deacon is like oh you clap three times not two #and both ohime and ymber are staring at him like what did you just say #and deacon is like yeah uh you do the claps but kinda like this in order to keep the flow free and light #and ohime is just smugly looking at ymber saying oh ? really? youve been teaching him dance moves?#and ymber is just hey dont look at me so ohime is baffled and then fulj has?#and deacon says he learned of it a while ago from someone else haha sorry if hes wrong it could be wrong #thats why ymber asks him later about it and finds out deacons mom was originally an ananza follower #and is like huh wild while ohime is now plotting how to get ymber and deacon on a vacation to see ananza #and honestly i really just want to have deacon meeting ananza now and being in absolute awe of the deity #because THATS HER YMBER THATS THE ONE MY MOM WORSHIPPED #and ymber is able to be around deacon and ananza while they converse and that #helps ananza realize ymber isnt as cold and distant as she thought he was - fascinating #and also she likes deacon who holds her in such reverence despite being ymbers follower

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dribs-and-drabbles · 1 year ago

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Laws of Attraction ep 6

I'm late this week because I'm having trouble with iq, so I've had to wait for the subs on youtube...and the wait has been painful. But here we go!

Oh please, getting Tinn all jealous. Yes, Silvy, shut your woman up.

I loved the song going into the flashback. This is going to hurt, right?

IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE THEE SMILE! 😍 But they can't fully get away from Thatthep (all that blue). (You'll have to ignore the one31 logo, and the poorer quality screenshots). Thee, who offers Tanthai an escape for a while, but carries the burden of the truth about Tonkhao (the green bag), whilst Tanthai can't fully escape his father (the blue over his heart and head). But look at how balanced they are otherwise - black and white, ying and yang.

Okay, I think I've settled on a theory as to why Thatthep seems to be blue-coded -> on one hand he puts on a front of the positive attributes of the colour - loyal, stable, confident - being on the political stage, but on the other hand, in reality, he's the negative side of blue -> cold, self-righteous, unfriendly. We'll see if this stands by the end.

Oh we get to see Thee's backstory!.. And it's always because one showed kindness to another as kids that they fall in love 😂

They may have run away from the father and the issue of Tonkhao's death but the green light is still behind them.

I love how shameless Charn is on the moped.

Charn in white! I first noticed Charn in White in ep 4 when he admitted to his failings, and that he's evil, to Tinn and his grandmother. I noted that it could symbolise Charn starting to change for the good - like coming back to a blank slate before re-finding who he really is under the trauma. And it seems so fitting that Charn wears so. much. white this ep, in the place that his trauma started and where Tinn's able to reach through his hard exterior more than he has done thus far. It's also interesting that when Charn transitioned from nice-lawyer to evil-babygirl-lawyer he also wore white.

I need to take a moment to talk a bit more about the white but also about Tinn's blue...the blue that is for loyalty, stability, and calm...because blue and white are used together A LOT this ep: The moped and helmets, the clothes Ploy and her beautiful mother wear in the photo - which is held up by Charn in white and then Tinn in blue, the sign on the door, the singer, the audience when Tinn sings, Charn and Tinn's clothes on the second day, Ploy's top, Charn's pj's later, and others I might have missed. It's really hammering home that this ep is about them, together, with Tinn's reliable presence while Charn re-finds himself.

Omg the singing 🙈 but these two are freaking adorable! What a fucking confession. I have second hand embarrassment.

Thatthep is really having this conversation in a public hallway?! He is an idiot. (Also more blue with him and Wit).

Thee and Tanthai have gone to the country to escape but it means they're surrounded by green, even the green light behind them inside the hotel lobby is still there - in reality they cannot run away from the issue.

Tanthai really did say 'I only want one room/bed' 😂

Did the village chief sell the village out and cause Charn's mother to die?

Oh how I love the dramatic music 😂

I also want to mention/confirm that I think Charn's true colour is also blue...I mean, these speak for themselves.

Oh god, Tanthai and Thee are adorable together when they can be happy. Ok. I'm sold. Tanthai has converted me. I want both of these two to be happy now. (And is this indicative of who they are too? Maybe the green that follows them isn't connected to Tonkhao but is who Tanthai could be without his father? Or maybe because of his father - boredom, lack of life and stagnation. And Thee is an earthy brown - dependability, security, and safety...?)

*sips tea* Charn's backstory! The Drama! Yep the village head took the money and sold them out. Ok, wow, that's a villain origin story. The red blood of revenge. (Oooo I actually predicted this after ep 3).

I'm taking another moment out to talk about yellow now. Because Charn's mother - who up till now has mainly been seen in shades of pink - is wearing yellow when she is killed. Symbolic, maybe, of Charn's happiness dying with her.

Yellow, which could also symbolise the happiness that Charn once had when doing the Right Thing as a lawyer (his shirt, which may just be the light making it look yellow), the happiness that Tinn is becoming for Charn (the light block and the woman connecting/in between them) and the happiness Thee and Tanthai are finding with each other away from Bangkok (the bedsheets).

Whose arm is that and should we know?

Charn's go to is fire. Is he a pyromaniac?

Film and Jam are phenomenal in this scene but what is the sound design 🤦🏼‍♀️ And someone must have written a meta about this reflection... Ah yes, here. Thanks @respectthepetty!

THE HAND IN THE HAIR!? 😭

Oh the patpran parallels. Not just the 'rate me at sex' but also 'can we stay here? It's ok, I know we need to go back'.

Thee is the best.

Oh no, Charn, what are you doing?!

Oh I still ADORE this show with all my heart. I have been thinking non-stop about it since this ep aired on Sat and I'm so happy I've been able to finally watch it. I so so so want to be confident and say that the preview is a fakeout and making us think Charn is still going to go after Thatthep's power but I really really want to hope that he has changed...that Tinn helped him re-find his morals. But it is a bit unrealistic that he would be 'fixed' by one fuxk. 😂 But we'll see.

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#laws of attraction #laws of attraction the series #I still ADORE this show with all my heart #I have been thinking non-stop about it since this ep aired on Sat #and I'm so happy I've been able to finally watch it #I need to watch it on iq though #not only to see it earlier #but also because the quality is MUCH better

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monotonous-minutia · 1 year ago

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I've always like the Barbiere overture but after last night where i was able to be ON STAGE while a LIVE ORCHESTRA PLAYED IT it is now The Greatest Overture In The World

#this may be one of my best theater experiences ever just for that #i love my costume and i love my role and the whole show is fun #but the best was during our dress rehearsal last night when we were waiting backstage #i was able to sneak over to the very edge of the wings and watch them rehearse the overture (which is played before the actors enter)#it was an incomparable experience. magic.#i've seen live orchestras before but being on the same stage as them and watching them so close and seeing the conductor like ten feet away #was !!!#i can't even describe it #i may or may not have been in tears #i can't wait until final dress tonight where i can watch them again #idk if they'll let me for the actual show #i got to see them twice last night #i did not want the music to end #i could have sat there watching them play that music forever and been so happy #opera #opera tag #live theater #live music #excited for the show tonight but sad it will be over

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erigold13261 · 2 years ago

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Dumb headcanons

1. Eve, Zuke and West have hair care weekends both as a way to make amends (also have you seen these peoples hair) and because it's fun

2. Tatiana loves Hot sauce like a lot, like she'll just drink directly from the bottle

3. Haym is huge DreamWorks fan ( because they make more furry movies than Disney)

4. DJ loves painting thier nails it's free euphoria and sometimes Sofa and Dodo join in

5. To Everyone's surprise Yinu doesn't hate West, in fact she thinks his knowledge of nature is cool, she just doesn't like the way he acts (she also bit him once because he wanted to find out if the flowers on her head feel like hair or flowers)

6. Mama loves a series of unfortunate events and will fight people saying it's better than harry potter

7. Mayday loves hugs but only if the person she's hugging is Okay with them

8. West actually needs reading glasses he just refuses to wear them because he thinks he looks stupid

9. J and Eve are never to left alone with a fire extinguisher because the last time they were Tatiana had to bail them out of jail

10. 1010 love Danny phantom it's the first show they all watched

1). Zimelu, Celine, and Yinu join them at times! Sometimes Sayu and Tila too! They all learn how to take care of and properly style different hair textures. It becomes a gossip party and I can even see henna art and makeup/facials being done at times.

2). That is definitely something she use to do a LOT when she was younger. Now she tries to eat very healthily, but there are times she just takes a quick chug from a hot sauce bottle she has.

3). You better believe Haym watched Puss in Boots: The Last Wish on REPEAT once he got it. He has every DreamWorks animated film, especially the ones with animals.

4). I just love the idea that DJ, Tila, and Remi teach Sofa and Dodo how to properly paint their nails with fun techniques and stuff. Tila and Remi don't paint their nails anymore, but that doesn't stop the two from hanging out with DJ, Sofa, and Dodo when they are painting their nails.

5). I never even would have assumed Yinu would have hated West. Mama? Yes. But Yinu? Not really. She wouldn't really understand why he is hated/unliked by a lot of people since he seems so cool to her. She would love his shadow puppet along with talking about him on his farm.

But yes, she would have bit him if he just touched her flowers in her hair. Especially if he did it too soon after meeting her (which I do think he did). Mainly it was because he pulled too hard when touching and accidentally hurt Yinu, but thankfully she isn't venomous so West got lucky. Mama on the other hand made sure he knew she is venomous and willing to bite him if he messed with her daughter again.

6). I'm assuming you meant if someone said Harry Potter was better than A Series of Unfortunate Events. I don't really know either franchise well enough, especially ASOUE, but I can see her getting really defensive over media she likes and people trying to bash it.

7). Well it's a good thing both Haym and Eve are super okay with hugs and also very good huggers. Especially Haym. Eve once left a cuddling session with Haym and May to go to an interview/event and when she came back hours later the two were still cuddling.

8). Oh Purl would take so much offense to that if they found that out lol. They would be asking West if he thought they looked like a nerd with their glasses (and West would say yes but in an affectionate way). Purl would get West to wear his glasses, or at least get contacts (and then have to make sure West took care of them). I doubt West would ever get truly use to them, but he'd at least wear them/the contacts when Purl or Cyril are doing something important for him to see.

9). Honestly, yes and no. Like the two would DEFINITELY be making stupid plans to do some stunt, but also would be TERRIFIED to actually do it. But then a little push comes to shove and low and behold they did their stupid idea and now have to face their consequences and Tatiana.

I bet you one of 1010 told Tatiana. Because obviously Eve and Neon have enough funds to bail themselves out, but having Tatiana reprimand them would make them not do stupid shit again (the disappointment on Tatiana's face will forever haunt the two).

10). Hmm, maybe as MKs! But I would say their first SHOW would have been either the Lights Up show or some documentary of the Goolings that Neon showed them as kids. But as MKs I can them as not having watched a lot of TV on their own, at least until the Sayu Crew or Yinu came to visit/hang out with them for the first times.

One of the two would have asked to watch cartoons on their big TV and 1010 said sure, go for it, and that is how Danny Phantom got into their house, their brains, and their hearts lol. It was definitely liked by all of 1010, and though it may not have stayed their favorite show, it is definitely up there for all of them!

#nsr #no straight roads #eritalks #noart #othideas #asks #funnily enough #the first thing i watched #when we finally got real tv #and stopped using antenna #was d/anny p/hantom!#it was one of the box ghost episodes!#i was so happy to have finally been able to watch that show in my own house #instead of having to watch snippets of it at my aunts #it is one of my fave shows too #and i need to get the series #add it to my collection

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zeawesomebirdie · 1 year ago

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I don't think I'll ever complain about having nothing to do again

#vent post #not actually a vent lmao but thats the tag #im so so so far beyond exhausted #i had three appointments this week. one per day. for the last three days #im genuinely shocked (and pleasantly surprised) that i made it through all three #honestly i almost didnt make it to yesterday's #and i dont think ive *ever* been so grateful to have utterly *nothing* of importance to do #should i be making phone calls today? yes #but will i? fuck no #i will spend today reading the Bardo Thodol (finally) and b@tjokes fic (thank the Force)#and if im lucky ill be able to do my language stuff too but the main priority is the reading #(though i cannot lie im so hyped for my dad to wake up so we can watch more remington steele omfg)#(theres a bunch of fics for that show that i want to read and i cannot because i have seen *three* episodes)#anyway i am so happy i got covid back in oct and learned that not only *can* i be happy doing hardly anything on a daily basis #i *prefer* doing hardly anything on a daily basis #and im *so* happy to be back to reading religious texts oh my goodness i cannot even begin to express my joy rn #once i finish the Bardo Thodol im planning to take another stab at the Mahabarat and i cannot even *begin* to express my excitement #i am ✨️rambling✨️#anyway #love yall!!#have a good timezone <3

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kathaynesart · 5 months ago

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It is done! *falls down*

BEGINNING || PREVIOUS || NEXT (SOON) MASTER POST

I have... so much to say on so many different things but it is 2:30 in the morning so I will keep this as brief as possible. First off, thank you to all my mom friends and mutuals who helped me with accurately portraying and normalizing the experience of giving birth. It is wonderful, and painful, and gross, and beautiful. I apologize if it made any readers squeamish (and I know there were a few gross jokes in there) but considering how gross the tv show got, I think it remained true to the overall vibe!

Second, I wanted to talk about the concept of "hope" in this story. When I first watched the movie, I felt like the idea of hope being their greatest weapon seemed sort of heavy handed and cheesy. However, after watching the ending of the show again I realized that hope is actually a huge reoccurring element in the story and a big part of what it means to be of the Hamato clan. Doubly so, I wanted Casey Junior in a way to symbolize that hope for Leo specifically, so when Leo talks about hope in the beginning of the movie, he's not just talking about some vague concept, but Casey Junior himself. He is their greatest weapon and he doesn't even realize it.

Thirdly, so uh... Casey Junior. I apologize if it had seemed out of left field, but do know that the decision of his origins was not made lightly. The shear similarity in his facial structure to Lou Jitsu as well as several other factors that I will refrain from stating due to future spoilers was too numerous to ignore! It is an integral part of his story for reasons that will go unsaid for now, and no, he does not know he's distantly related to them. Also, Big Mama! Been holding onto her concept for some time now! I loved the idea of her mystic broach becoming damaged so she can only be cloaked to a certain degree, making for an interesting blend of both her forms. She was really fun to figure out!

Finally thank you everyone for your patience. This special turned into quite the endeavor with most of the updates exceeding 20 pages each, but I'm so happy I was able to finish it... even if it did take so much longer than my projected hope. I can't wait to get back to the main storyline, though I shall miss these silly, overpowered boys. We got a lot of ground to cover and I'll likely be posting a summarized reminder before continuing. ...and after I finish work on some Zines and the holiday special winning commission!

#rottmnt #rottmnt replica #replica #kathaynesart #save rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rise of the tmnt #unpause rottmnt #tmnt #pregnancy #child birth #giving birth #violence #gross jokes #poop jokes #replica holiday special

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alexiroflife · 7 months ago

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"first day"

fluff, happy fushiguro family, slice of life, megs' first day of school send-off

Synopsis: you've been dating toji for a while now and megumi subconsciously calls you mom for the first time on his way out the door

to sum it up: you adore the little family you've come to be a part of

WC: 1,701

Warning(s): none

"Megs!" you call out, standing by the front door awaiting the dark-haired boy's arrival. He soon shuffles around the corner from his room, throwing a bag over his shoulder with a tired expression on his face.

His father turns to watch him walk in, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter. "The hell were you doing in there that took you so long?"

"Nothing," Megumi grumbles, moving to brush past the two of you to rush to the door. "I just wanted to look presentable, that's all."

"So you took thirty minutes to get ready?" Toji quirks a brow.

"Believe it or not, dad, some would say that's not enough time to get ready in the morning."

"Not at all, actually," you agree.

Toji tugs the corner of his mouth in judgment. " Well, you should know," he says to you. "You spend at least ten years in the bathroom when we have somewhere to go."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "That's such an overreaction. I never take any longer than an hour." Megumi and his father exchange knowing looks and you place your hand on your hip. "What?"

"Don't worry baby," Toji assures you. "It's okay to be in denial."

"We've timed it before. The last time we all went out to dinner as a family, you took two and a half hours to get dressed," Megumi adds.

"That's only because I had to shower and pick out an outfit then do my hair and makeup," you defend.

"Isn't that a little overkill? It takes me half that time to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and get some homework done."

"Whatever. Your sister would understand," you sigh.

"Unfortunately, she may be worse than you."

"Women," Toji tsks. You slap his bicep and he pretends to flinch, smirking down at you playfully. "Ouch."

"Alright, well, I'm ready now. I don't wanna be late," the sixteen year old says, turning back to reach for the door handle.

"Ah ah ah, wait!" you stop him. "You're not going anywhere without me getting a good look at you. Turn around, I wanna see how the uniform fits."

Megumi lowers his head and complies, turning back around stiffly for you to admire him. You press your hand to your lips to conceal your smile, eyes gleaming with pride as you look over the sharp navy jacket and pants he adorns.

"Awwww," you coo. "It fits perfectly! How does it feel?"

"Pretty good," Megumi nods, moving his arm around slightly to show his mobility in the fabric. "It's comfortable too. It shouldn't be a problem during missions."

"I still can't believe how quickly time has gone by," you muse. "You're already going into your first year at Jujutsu High! Are you excited?"

"You better be," Toji grunts. "Your uncle Gojo hasn't gotten off my ass about your enrollment for years. At least now, he'll finally shut up."

"I still don't understand why I have to have him as a teacher. He's such a moron, I doubt he'll teach us anything useful," Megumi mumbles.

"Moron or not, he's the strongest sorcerer of the modern age and he's helped out so much. I'm sure he'll be able to give you a good experience," you say positively.

"We talkin' about the same Gojo here? The one who trashed my house playing tag with Megumi and the dogs in the living room?" Toji points out and his son grits his teeth at the memory.

"Oh come on, Satoru was like twenty one back then. I can only imagine the crazy shit you've with the kids when you were raising them," you tease.

"You don't even want to know," Megumi exhales.

"Please, you came out just fine, didn’t ya?” Toji says, reaching out his hand to ruffle at Megumi's spiky hair. The teen recoils, craning his head away and shielding himself with his arm.

"Quit it. I'm not five anymore."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're all grown up now, I know. Gonna be a first-grade sorcerer before I can even blink an eye."

"Who said that I would be first grade? I'm only a first year."

"Yeah, and look at who your pops is," Toji grins. "Plus, you got an advantage that I never had. You'll do just fine."

Megumi hums indifferently, doubting himself momentarily but accepting the words nonetheless. "Alright, are we ready?"

"No, not yet!" you pull out your phone quickly and open the camera. "I need to get pictures."

The blue-eyed boy slumps. "(Y/n), I gotta go."

"I know, I know, just a few," you promise, holding your camera up to capture his awkward figure in the frame. "Okay, smile."

Megumi doesn't, and of course you don't actually expect him to. Instead, he calmly stares at the camera with his arms at his sides, unsure of what to do with themselves. Toji moves to stand behind you, leaning down to take a peak at the million pictures you're snapping.

"Toji, go stand with him so I can get one with the both of you."

The two groan simultaneously. "Doll, can we just focus on gettin' the kid to school?"

"It's fine. His stuff is already moved into his dorm. We have time."

"But-"

"Shut up and go stand with your son, now," you glare firmly up at the green-eyed man and he huffs.

"Yes, ma'am."

Toji raises a hand to his hip and tilts his head boredly as he stands beside Megumi, the two of them sharing the exact same blank stare as they look into the camera. You squeal happily. "You two are so cuteee!"

"We done, now?"

"No, I wanna get one more with Megs, and then I'm good." The boys give you a look, but you wave them off. "I mean it! Gosh, here Toji. Take our picture."

Toji obliges, grabbing your phone from your hand as you rush over to the tall boy. His expression melts into serenity as you place your hands on his shoulders and lean your head against his arm, smiling widely at the camera as a hint of a smile touches Megumi's lips.

Toji's heart warms at the sight, watching the way his son grows comfortable in your presence. The picture of the two of you looks so natural t to him like you are meant to be a part of his family, which he knows you are.

He snaps the photo and nods. "Got it."

You exhale, turning to face Megumi. You brush your hands over his shoulders to straighten his jacket, ridding it of any lint and wrinkles. "Okay, Megumi, please remember to be safe."

"I know. I will," he nods.

"And don't be too reckless when it comes to training."

"I won't."

"And try to make friends. I know how easy it is for you to push others away."

"I'll try."

You press your lips together with a final sigh, looking over Megumi's face warmly. You wrap your arms safely around him into a hug, your emotions getting the best of you. You have spent the past year caring for Megumi like your own, and watching him head off to achieve his goals makes your heart swell with joy and fear all the same.

"Text me or your father or Tsumiki if you need anything. Anything at all," you tell him. He returns your hug gently.

"Okay," he chuckles lightly and you pull away. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"...I know you will..." you pout. "Okay, I'll let you go. Good luck. I hope you have an amazing first day. I'll see you at the end of the week, yeah?"

"Mhm. I'll call you to let you know how the day went later."

"Please do."

Toji hands you back your phone and walks toward the door with Megumi. "Let's get a move on," he says. He leans over quickly to peck your lips farewell. "I'll be back in a few."

"Don't speed, Toji."

"Speeding gets you places quicker," he winks and you suck your teeth disapprovingly. Megumi opens the door, his dad gripping the frame.

"Bye, boys. Stay out of trouble," you wave, eyes glassy as you watch Megumi walk out.

"See ya, doll."

"Bye, mum."

The three of you freeze the second the words hit the air, everyone stilling in their tracks.

You feel your heart burst as overwhelming happiness consumes you. Megumi keeps his face forward, hiding his reddening cheeks as he processes what he has just said. Toji stares at the back of his son's head, eyes wide, before he turns to look at you to find your shocked, giddy face.

You don't have any time to reply when Megumi clears his throat suddenly, sweat dotting his forehead, and he walks rigidly out of the house and swiftly down the hall without looking back.

Toji stays behind, keeping an eye on you when you look up at him, stunned. "Did he just...?" you murmur.

"Yep."

Your eyes immediately well with tears and your lips wobble, your hands flying over your mouth. "He sees me as his mom?" you whisper.

Toji chuckles, ducking down to you with his hand still gripping the door. "Of course he does. He's always adored you. Him and Tsumiki."

"I'm gonna cry."

The assassin chuckles softly, pressing his thumb to the corner of your eye gently. "You're already cryin.'"

"Shut up," you sniff. "God, I love those kids so much. I just wanna give him all the hugs in the world."

"And you'll be able to. There isn't a better woman on this planet to be there for the kids," he kisses your cheek. "That's why I plan t'marry you someday."

"Fuck you, Toj. You're gonna make me cry even more."

"Sorry, baby. Can't help talkin' about it," he leans back to the doorway. "Let me get the kid squared away and make sure he's not dyin' of embarrassment, then I'll be back to talk to ya about makin' this official."

"You're being for real?"

"Of course I am."

You lower your hands and beam. "Tell Megumi I love him and get back here soon."

"I will," he hums. "But I thought you said no speeding?"

"Just- make sure the two of you at least get to the school in one peace."

He smirks. "Will do, doll."

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reyalvr · 8 months ago

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SHE'S MINE | 01

I'M ALL IN, I CAN'T REVERSE IT-

synopsis ┊ thrust into the spotlight, ken sato had easily become the next big thing tokyo had seen in decades. alongside his fame came the inevitable string of rumors, of which sprung forth scandals and discrediting information against his image. of course the obvious and most rational solution would be to address them like every other celebrity, but this was ken sato; nothing would ever be rational with him, which is how you wound up with a ring on your finger and the sato name in your papers.

genre ┊ fake dating, fake marriage, idiots-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, slight angst, chaotic fluff, mild smut

pairing ┊ ken sato x fem-PA!reader, ken sato x fake-wife!reader

warnings ┊ mild cursing, eventual smut, mentions of alcohol, all events in ultraman: rising take place a year after kenji moves back to japan

word count ┊ 3.2k

author’s note ┊ WOOHOO part one finally out! thank you so much for all the love on the prologue, it made me so motivated to make this as good as possible hehe >.< each chapter title is based off of a lyric in my writing playlist for this series, lmk if you guys would like me to drop it ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶. happy reading!

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KEN KNEW HE WAS IN DEEP SHIT. Knee deep, even. If you asked him what was going through his head thirty seconds ago, he wouldn’t be able to tell you even if he wanted to. Everything that happened next was a blur- from shaking hands with the host to walking back to his dressing room, it felt like he was operating on autopilot. Who wouldn’t be, though? He had just announced to the world that he was officially taken; that he was off the market- hooked. Of course, it wouldn’t have been a problem if it were true…

But it wasn’t.

He had just lied to an audience of a hundred people- not to mention the millions throughout the various streaming platforms the show was being aired on. His nails dug into his palm as he neared his dressing room, the bold, black letters of his name growing larger and larger each step he took. His heart was pounding, and he swore he felt chill down his spine the moment he opened the door. No one could blame him though, not if they knew the inevitable wrath they were about to face.

You were stood there, eyes narrowed and resting all your weight on your hip. Your arms were crossed, your lips were pursed. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, staring at each other as you waited for the other to speak up. Ken swallowed nervously, tapping his foot as he tried formulating an explanation. He wasn’t entirely sure as to why he was so overstrung, it was just you. Why should he be terrified of your scolding on his recent screw up?

“Special someone, huh?” You said through your teeth, finally breaking the tense silence in the room. “So special that nobody on your team knew of her prior to your public love confession?”

Ah. That was why. The way you were able to see right through him scared him sometimes. He never outwardly showed his reactions, though- at least he tried not to. He cleared his throat before finally moving to plop down on the couch, doing his damndest not to show his jitters.

“Yeah, yeah whatever. I lied, so what?” He replied, his cocky tone masking the unsureness in his words. “It’s not the first time I’ve done it.”

Strike one. As if you couldn’t have been any more pissed off, that seemed to be the tipping point. You paused before letting out a deep breath, circling around him. He closed his eyes when he knew you were behind him, and he waited for you to berate him; to remind him of the consequences of his actions. He waited, but it never came. He opened one eye, and he relaxed when you moved to sit on the opposite couch. He was spared… for now.

“What, no scolding?” He decided to test, tilting his head to the side as he watched you.

You only let out a small laugh, and somehow that was worse than any scolding he’d ever received from you. You were oddly calm, like all your anger had just melted away. Leaning forward, you slid an enclosed piece of paper across the table towards him.

“Can you guess what this is, Ken?” You ask, your eyes finally looking back up to meet his.

Ken knew not to answer. He was ready to spit out some witty reply, but the look in your eyes told him that this was going to go down another route; one that he definitely didn’t want to aggravate.

“It’s my resignation letter.” You say nonchalantly, causing him to straighten up once more. “I keep it handy.”

Resignation letter? Was this real? Were you actually going to quit over this? He opened his mouth to speak up but quickly shut it when you maintained your soul-searching gaze. He tried to relax, yet the furrow in his eyebrows seemed to stay as you continued on.

“I’m going to be very clear on what’s going to happen next, Ken.” You say, resting your arms on your knees. “This will be the last time I help you clear up a mishap. After everything is settled, I’m gone.”

Gone. His eyes widened slightly, the palms of his hands starting to get clammy. He let out a light, nervous laugh, looking at you as if you had just said something absurd. Which, in his defense, you sort of did. Again, he had no idea why this news was so shocking to him, seeing as you’d only worked under him for a year and a half. Surely he couldn’t have been that terrible, right? He stared at the folded paper in front of him before speaking up.

“What, uh, what do you mean gone?” He asked through a breathy laugh. “Gone like a break or something? I’m happy to give you one-”

“Gone as in I quit.” You cut him off, standing up as you adjusted the sleeves of your shirt. “Like I said, this is the last time I clean up your mess, Ken Sato.”

You moved to walk away, but he quickly caught your arm. “Woah, hold on a sec,” He stood up, looking down at you with stunned eyes. “Quit? C’mon, [Y/N] I know I screwed up but you can’t just leave me hanging like this-”

You scoffed at him then, yanking your arm out of his grasp. “Oh I can’t leave you hanging, huh? Tell me, Ken, how many times have I saved your ass in the last eighteen months I’ve been working for you, hm?”

He swallowed dryly as he tried to recall. He was used to having his name on headlines, most especially after his move last year. He couldn’t go five seconds without seeing his ads pop up on his platforms, hell he couldn’t even go five blocks without seeing a billboard with his face on it. Which all brought him back to one thing: not one negative scandal under his name. With you, he was perfect; jack of all trades in the MLB and the internet’s favorite spokesperson.

Shit. Strike two.

You only hummed in response once you read over his expression. “Exactly. So the next time you even think about downplaying my job, remember how I was the reason for your recent success.”

Ken was at a loss for words. Rarely was he ever left speechless, he always seemed to have a response ready for anything. But now was definitely not one of those times. He watched as you bent down to retrieve that dreaded letter, and you shoved it into his chest before moving to finally walk past him.

“Our flight leaves tomorrow at five a.m, I'll see you in the lobby at three.” You say, not so much as sparing him a glance as you fixed your bag.

He managed to let out a quiet ‘okay’, gripping onto your letter tightly as he watched you pack up. Damn Ken, you really did it this time, didn’t you? He thought to himself, wondering how- or rather, if he would be able to make things right with you. For the first time in his career, he was thinking about someone else other than himself.

“Oh and Ken,” You say, breaking him out of his dazed stance.

“Hm?” He hummed out, averting his gaze to be level with yours.

“You had better pray that the next assistant you get is half as good as I am.” You said before closing the door, leaving him alone in his dressing room. All of a sudden it felt… quiet. Too quiet. He sighed, dropping down on the couch once more before closing his eyes and masking his face with his hands.

Strike three.

THE TENSION IN THE CAR WAS PAINSTAKINGLY PALPABLE. Ken’s leg bounced as the two of you were stuck in airport traffic, the car unmoving for nearly half an hour now. Your occasional sighs and the hum of the car’s engine were the only sounds filling the air. He felt like he was going crazy. He hadn’t been able to sleep properly the night before thanks to your bombshell of an announcement. In comparison, though, he probably shouldn’t be complaining about bombshells when he himself dropped one twice the size of yours.

Still, he was restless. You hadn’t uttered a single word to him since landing back in Tokyo, and the unwanted solitude was driving him nuts. He glanced over at you through his shades, noting the way you were impatiently tapping your fingers against the wheel. Obviously you were still pissed at his little stunt, and the articles following the incident didn’t aid in calming your anger.

He knew it wasn’t smart, but he needed to talk to you. The sea of red lights in front of him remained stagnant, and he didn’t want to spend another minute in this deafening quietude. He gnawed at his bottom lip before finally breaking the silence.

“Can we talk?” He said, looking over at you.

“No.” You replied bluntly.

“[Y/N]-” He started, but one glance from you was enough to shut him up.

“I am doing you a huge favor by helping you solve the mess you created.” You said as you looked back at the road ahead of you, lifting your fingers and circling your thumbs around the wheel. “I could’ve left right then and there, leaving you to deal with this on your own. But I didn’t, I don’t know why, but I didn’t.”

You looked back up at him, and only now did he notice the circles under your eyes and the paleness of your complexion. Something inside him twisted; he couldn’t tell if it was guilt or regret. Guilt, probably, for having to rely on you to correct his mistakes, and regret for even causing this whole debacle in the first place.

“The least I’m asking from you is your compliance.” You say tiredly, the glint in your eyes doing most of the talking.

“Yeah, okay. Sorry.” He managed to get out, leaning back into the passenger seat.

And just like that, the dreaded silence was back. By some miracle the traffic started to gain some speed, the taillights of the cars ahead of him dispersing onto the road. His head hit the back of the headrest, and he sat through the entire ride back to the Tokyo Dome contemplating his recent choices.

It was only when you knocked on the window of the passenger side when he realized he had finally reached his destination. He got out, stretching his limbs after being cramped inside the car for so long. He threw on his jacket lazily, not even bothering to zip it up. He went to put on his cap, but then he noticed something odd.

It was quiet outside the building, the bristle of the trees and the nearby roads the only sound filling his ears. There was something lacking; the neverending shuttering sounds of cameras and eager voices yelling at him to look or to say something. He realized then the lack of paparazzi and reporters outside to greet him, just like they usually did whenever he came back from a trip. His head turned, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked around. Not a single one in sight.

“‘Something wrong?” You asked as you walked past him to swipe your ID into the security system.

“It’s just,” He said, still looking around in confusion. He let out an airy laugh as he followed you inside, the expression on his face remaining the same. “There’s no paps or anything.”

At that you laugh, albeit sarcastically, waiting for him to get into the elevator. “You know that might be the first time I’ve ever heard a famous person complain about not being bombarded by ill-intent people.”

“I’m not complaining, trust me.” He says, putting his hands up halfway in defense. “It’s weird. That’s all.”

“Well that’s what happens when people think you’re spending time with your special someone after being away for so long.” You say, pulling up a press announcement on your phone.

For a split second, Kenji had completely forgotten that he had to keep up the fact that he supposedly had a significant other waiting for him at home. He let out an ‘ah’, sliding his hands into his pockets as the elevator went up. Again his heart panged, finally realizing why your eyebags were deeper than they usually were. While he may have had discomfort in his slumber, it didn’t compare to the hours you were up trying to get everything settled here.

You held the door open to your office, letting him in first. Once the lights were on, he was greeted with your infamous whiteboard, different scribbles of colorful ink filling up the space corner to corner. He cringed at the bolded date of the talk show he was on.

“Your bags will be sent here in the next hour, and valet has your bike ready.” You say, doing the usual routine you did whenever the both of you came back from work trips. He sat down on the sofa, nodding each time you reminded him of something.

“Now, about the issue,” You walk over to the whiteboard, erasing its contents. “We need to find you a fake girlfriend.”

He choked on nothing, not surprised by the news but surprised by the continued bluntness of your tone. “I beg your pardon?”

“We need to find you a fake girlfriend.” You repeated, emphasizing the words obnoxiously.

“Yeah I get that,” He finally replied, a look of uncertainty splashing his features. “But you’re making it sound like all we need to do is shop around.”

“Well unless you can give me a face, let alone a name to your special someone, this is the plan we have.” You retort, resting a hand at your hip as the other points at the board.

“Why can’t I just be one of those celebrities who keep their relationship private?” He questions genuinely.

“Oh I’m sorry, who was the one who announced that they were in love on live television?” You remind him, annoyance laced in your words.

He bites back any sort of sarcastic remark that conjures up in the back of his head. You were right, obviously you were right. But some part of him felt it was… unfair to not have a say in this. Stupid, yes, but it’s how he felt.

“Can I continue or is there anything else you want to unnecessarily add?” You ask, looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

He only lifted a hand, signaling for you to carry on. You go on to explain that whoever ends up “dating” him will need to have to go through a contract signing, NDA included. You draw up charts on your board, showing him the possible stats of his ratings if he’ll be able to pull this off.

“Your next playoff season is about to start, I suggest we get all this settled by then.” You scroll on your smartwatch, looking at the calendar. “It gives me two weeks to plan everything out. I need you here tomorrow bright and early so that we can go through a list of potential candidates.”

“Candidates? What is this, speed-dating?” He says, making a face at all the analytical parts of your plan.

“No, it’s a game called ‘save-my-reputation.’” You answer snarkily, narrowing your eyes slightly at him.

He takes in a deep breath, starting to get annoyed with your remarks. He knew he had no right to, but to think that you were just dictating away at his choices made him feel like some sort of plaything.

“I just don’t understand why we even need to find a ‘girlfriend’ in the first place.” He massages the back of his head before crossing his arms. “I mean everyone thinks I’ve successfully hidden my love life up until now, what’s the point of going all out?”

He could see you clench your fingers around the marker, and he knew he was close to reaching your tipping once more. All in the span of twenty-four hours. You pinched the bridge of your nose before you spoke up.

“Ken. You told the world that you were in love.” You say in an eerily calm tone. “You got yourself into this mess, now you have to get yourself out of it. And unless you want to say goodbye to your stardom, this is what you need to do.”

He opened his mouth to speak up but was cut off by your phone’s ringing. You answered, spewing out a quick and formal ‘thank you’ to whoever was on the other line. You sighed, placing your marker back down on your desk before you walked past him towards the glass door.

“Your bags are here.” You say, opening the door. “Your bike’s parked outside and everything should be good to go.”

Your demeanor had changed in a split second, going from PR manager to assistant in the blink of an eye. At times Ken wondered how you were able to juggle everything. It wasn’t the main thing that was on his mind, he had… other, more serious things to worry about. Like the other secret he had kept from you all this time; Ultraman. He shook his head, trying not to focus on his double life on top of the situation he was in.

Ken knew that your words were a sign to get up and get out, and he did just that. You followed him all the way back down to the lobby of the stadium, handing him his duffel bag and walking him to his bike. Despite your earlier mood, you did your checks on his motorbike that he had grown accustomed to after a while.

“Tomorrow, bright and early.” You remind him, crossing your arms as he got on his bike. “Please.”

“Tomorrow, bright and early.” He repeats through a huff, slinging his bag into the compartment attached to the back of his motorbike. “Got it.”

You only hummed in response, turning away to walk back into the stadium. He didn’t know what it was that came over him, but before he knew it he was grabbing your arm softly once more. Your head spun around to look at him, more of your stray hairs spilling out of your updo. At this angle the sunset brought out the shininess of your eyes, the early evening shadows accentuating your features.

He swallowed before he continued. “You know for what it’s worth, I really am sorry.”

Instead of another curt response, though, you sighed as you pressed your lips together. He lets go of your arm then, not wanting to invade anymore of your personal space than he already has. He can see you poke your tongue into your cheek, a habit you did when you were in contemplation.

“Well,” You finally breathe out, your expression relaxing. “If you’re actually as sorry as you say you are, you’ll do as I say.”

“‘Course.” He says before his face gets obscured by his helmet. He nods towards your direction once more before finally revving the engine.

Only time will tell what the outcome is, but whatever it is, he hopes he ends up in the one where you don’t loathe his very being.

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The Eyes of Death.

This story is mostly inspired by Jaybirbie's prompt | Master post | Next?

"Hey, sweetheart?" Danny called, quickly jotting down the last sentence for his paper. He'd have to remember to go back and reread it and make sure he didn't trail off into another tangent. He swears he wasn't this bad at managing his ADHD back in Amity...

"Yes, Danny?" Damian asked, turning back from the door to face him as he scrolled further down the story he was reading. The familiar font of Gotham City's gazette blurred as a picture of Mr. Freeze and Penguin finally loaded. So that's what was going on. Danny should have known; the bats already dealt with the other usual rouges, and these two were next on the list.

"Can you walk with me? I just know Nancy and her boyfriend are out there, waiting. I really don't want to deal with them again... We could spend more time at my place? Tucker sent me another movie, and I'm unsure if I should watch it alone after last time." Danny pleaded, quickly shoving all of his papers into his bag. He'd deal with straightening them out later, it wasn't like his professors weren't used to his wrinkled essays at this point.

However, he should probably redo the blueprints for Workshop. Mr. Anthlow was a hardass, but nothing could compare to his anger when a student handed in wrinkled blueprints; he claimed he wasn't going to have another 'Tanner' incident on his watch, whatever the heck that meant.

He was not looking forward to whatever Nancy wanted to talk to him about, she looked excited. Which could only mean bad things for him; considering the last time she was excited, he ended up spending time with Bane of all people. And there was no way her boyfriend was just going to let Danny get away again.

Damian grimaces, finally looking up and away from his phone. "I'm sorry beloved..." he held up the device just in time to show an incoming text from his Father, "I promised Father I'd be home a while ago. And with what's happening down on-"

"It's ok, I'll just head out the back door," Danny cut in, seeing the start of guilt on his boyfriend's face. He knew how much Danny hated having to deal with those two, and the fact Damian hasn't been able to even introduce himself to them hasn't helped. With a smile, Danny scooped up his textbooks and made his way to stand in front of Damian, "They can't bother me if they don't see me!"

Unsurprisingly, Danny could feel the guilt grow and start to float around Damian as the boy glanced at his phone, the message tone sounding out again in warning.

Danny only met Damian's father once; it was just a simple shake of hands and sharing names before the man ran off, but it did leave an impression. The man felt tired and paranoid; like, to the point Danny kind of wanted to drag Jazz over and lock the two of them in a room, paranoid. (Danny wants to say he's never seen someone that paranoid, but he'd be lying. He looks in the mirror after all.)

The point is; Danny's only met the man once, but that was enough for him to know that the man would tear down the world if he thought for even a second that one of his kids was in danger. This meant, that if Damian didn't go and reassure his father that he was alive and safe within the next sixty or so seconds, then there was a possibility that there wouldn't be another date for at least another week.

And considering this "study date" was supposed to make up for the last one Damian had missed because of his Father? Yeah, Danny wasn't going to be happy if Damian got grounded or dragged into another 'surprise' family road trip because his father was convinced his children would be dead before the 'yearly' planned get-together in November.

They had a trip to the zoo planned for tomorrow, and Delilah was supposed to be allowed out with her kids. This would be Delilah's first public outing since her kids' birth. There's no way Danny was going to allow Damian to miss that. (he swears to the ancients, if there was a rouge attack he was going to kill someone, Dark Dan's future be damned.)

Lifting his heels off the ground so he could stand on his tiptoes, Danny snagged Damian's arm and pulled him down so he could kiss his cheek. "I'll get home safe, just focus on keeping your dad from going insane. We've got a date at the zoo tomorrow and we're not missing it even if your father becomes the next city rogue."

Damian wrapped his arms around Danny, trapping him in a hug as he sighed in fond frustration. "I promise I won't miss it, ok? I'll be there."

Danny rolled his eyes and pushed Damian back, dropping back to stand on the ground, "You better, 'cause hell hath no fury like a gorilla denied the chance to meet her human best friend's boyfriend."

Damian snorted, before looking away and pretending to cough. Danny moved his textbooks to rest more securely in one of his arms, so he could point at his boyfriend. "I'm not kidding, if I show up tomorrow and tell her all about my life and you're not there, she will break out and track you down. I won't stop her either, you'd deserve whatever she does to you."

"Alright, alright. I get it, and I already promised I'd be there didn't I?" Damian chuckled, raising his hands up in surrender. Which would have been cute if it wasn't for the fact that his phone went off again, this time in an insistent buzzing. His eldest brother's ringtone; which meant Damian was going to be busy for a while.

Cursing, Damian turned and answered, "I'm in the middle of something, this better be important Grayson," glancing back at Danny, he mouthed for him to wait a moment as his brother started talking.

Smiling, Danny shook his head, snatched Damian's jacket, and started making his way out the door. There was no way Damian would finish this phone call any time soon. Danny's learned not to wait after the last four times this happened. Damian turned back with betrayed eyes, but the urgent voice of his brother buzzing even louder held him back. Waving goodbye with a smile, Danny shut the door and started making his way down the hall.

He'd have to ask Damian what happened tomorrow, Grayson didn't usually call him, especially when he knew Damian was spending time with Danny. He said it had something to do with how it was sacrilege to interrupt time spent with a significant other. Danny had wanted to ask him more about it but hadn't gotten the chance when The Riddler crashed their spontaneous meeting.

Speaking of The Riddler, Danny's social science paper wasn't looking too hot right now. He'd have to block out a time for him to work on that at some point this week. He wasn't doing anything on Friday, well, besides his early morning classes. That should work...

"Hey, Danny!" someone called, pulling him out of his musing. Glancing up, Danny internally groaned when he noticed Nancy waving at him in sheer delight. Giving her a half-hearted wave, Danny sped up and continued making his way to the back of the library. If he was quick enough maybe he could-

To his dismay, Nancy's boyfriend stepped out from behind one of the shelves and latched onto his arm. Tightly.

Just great, this is exactly what he wanted to avoid. Curse his inability to pay attention when he got lost in thought. Damn ADHD. Blasted non-existent spatial awareness. This was what he got for relying on his ghost sense, he just knows it.

"She said hi, kind of rude of you to just keep walking, Kid." Wyatt huffed, roughly dragging Danny back and towards his girlfriend. Nancy smiled brightly as Wyatt let him go, allowing Nancy to weave her arm with Danny's and practically drag him toward the front of the building.

"There's this big party going on tonight, some Jr invited us. He said it was going to be a night to remember! You should totally come with us, Danny! My friend Shela said she was bringing her nerdy freshmen too! I just know you'd fit right in with them!" Nancy squealed excitedly, shaking Danny as they finally made it to the front doors.

One of the desk attendants rolled their eyes at them as Danny glanced over, hoping that Barbara might intervene. No such luck, she was nowhere in sight, probably off somewhere shelving books. So much for that plan.

"uh, thanks, but I already-" Danny tried, stopping when Nancy scoffed and yanked him out the door and into the frosty night. "Damn, it's cold!" Wyatt cursed, taking his jacket off and quickly handing it over to Nancy. She let go of Danny and pulled it on, then stared at Danny for a moment, "Put your coat on Danny, no way in hell am I letting my kid catch a cold!"

Rolling his eyes, Danny wrapped Damian's coat over his shoulders. He was too lazy to actually put it on, not when that meant handing his textbooks over. The last time he did that, Nancy got bored and started doodling all over them. (how she had managed to do that in the little time it took to put a hoodie on, Danny wasn't sure.)

"I just want to go home, Nancy. I'm not really a party person." Danny sighed, allowing Nancy to drag him down the dark streets. His apartment was in this general direction anyway. Nancy turned to her boyfriend with a huff, "Wyatt! make him come with us!"

"Let the nerd do what he wants, it's not like it affects us if he kicks the bucket all alone," Wyatt grumbled, rolling his eyes.

Ouch, but true. Please listen to your grumpy boyfriend, please listen to your grumpy boyfriend, please listen-

"But Shela said she was bringing Carly!" Nancy turned back to Danny, a pout clear on her face, "You two would be so cute together! she's nerdy just like you! And she's totally into all those murder mystery shows you watch!"

Damn it. Not this crap again.

"That's nice, Nancy, but I'm not interested. I already told you guys, I have a boyfriend," Danny sighed, trying to gently extract his arm from hers; for a human, Nancy sure had one heck of a grip.

"Yeah, right," Wyatt snorted, patting Danny's back, completely ignoring the fact that Danny was literally wearing someone else's jacket. "We'll believe you when you introduce us, until then. You're a virgin loser."

And there we go, people; the reason Danny wanted to crawl into the sewer and die whenever he saw these two. They were nice, don't get him wrong, but they were also stubborn idiots.

"Being a virgin has nothing to do with my relationship status, Wyatt. I'm ace. you've known this since the first time we talked." Danny grumbled, allowing Nancy to drag him down another street. He wasn't sure exactly where they were going now, but he was too tired to care at this point.

If these self-claimed 'Parents' of his wanted to drag him to this stupid party, then fine. Whatever. It's not like Danny had any other plans tonight anyway.

"Asexuality isn't a thing man," Wyatt huffed, speeding up so he could guide them in the right direction now that they were heading into a rougher patch of buildings. Danny could see the man was shivering, though trying to act tough in front of Nancy. Smirking, Danny sent a cold breeze his way. The man scowled up at the sky, cursing quietly.

"Yeah!" Nancy agreed, smiling brightly down at Danny without a care in the world. Like they didn't have this conversation every other week. "You just haven't met the right person yet, Danny! And I know how awkward it is to admit that you're staying celibate until marriage, but you don't have to hide it behind being ace."

Taking a deep breath, Danny closed his eyes and focused on not shouting out of frustration. The celibate comment was new, the acephobia, not so much. "Ok, first of all; Asexuality is a thing, which many people ARE. Literally, 1% of the world is ace. That's over 70 million people. Second of all, I'm not celibate, and I'm not sure if you even know what that means, considering you know I was raised Atheist."

"What does being an Atheist have to do with celibacy?" Nancy asked, tilting her head to look at him. Danny groaned, smacking his forehead against his textbooks. He was NOT going to explain this to them tonight.

"You know what, Nancy? It doesn't matter." Danny huffed, trying again to gently pry her hands off. He wanted to go home. He wanted to cuddle with his boyfriend. He wanted to go back to Amity. Maybe go to the realms and play with Cujo. He did NOT want to deal with these idiots.

Wyatt stopped walking and turned to face them, rolling his eyes as Nancy pouted at Danny. "Come on babe, let the loser go. He obviously doesn't appreciate your efforts."

"but who else is going to convince him to live a little? He's just going to go back to his apartment and sulk by himself!" Nancy cried, tightening her grip again.

"Who cares what the kid does, Nancy? let the dude die a virgin loser. Now let's go, we're already late as is."

"But I really want him to-," Nancy tried, cutting herself off, as both she and Danny spotted a cloaked person appear out of the shadows behind Wyatt.

Wyatt lifted his brow before slowly turning to see what the two of them were staring at. The cloaked figure suddenly whacked him over the head with a metal pole before he could fully turn around. Wyatt's body dropped to the ground with a heavy thump, making Nancy scream, "Wyatt!"

Shit, Danny stepped back, trying to pull Nancy with him as the cloak dude tossed the metal pole to the side with a loud clank. Which was confusing, why would he through away his weapon?

"Shut her up!" the cloak dude cried, bending down to grab Wyatt's arms. He better not be telling Danny to do that, because that would just be stupid and- Suddenly, a dozen more cloaked people flooded out of the darkness and surrounded them. That answered Danny's questions at least.

Danny tensed up as a couple of the people tried to grab onto him. Quickly pulling Nancy back, successfully this time, Danny glanced around to try and find an exit. He couldn't do anything crazy right now, not unless he wanted to give away his secret, but some self-defense should be fine.

Nancy suddenly let go of his arm and smacked one of the cloaked people in the face, "Don't you fucking dare touch me! Wyatt! Kid, get out of here!"

Danny turned to her in alarm, eyes wide in horror as she quickly disappeared into the cloaked crowd. Another cloaked person managed to latch onto Danny's shoulder, reminding him to focus on his situation. Quickly stepping back, he slammed into the man grabbing him, knocking his grip loose. Ducking under another attempt, Danny swung out his leg and tripped the dude into two others.

Twisting to try and make his way over to where he figured Nancy was, Danny dropped his textbooks and punched someone in the face. Damian's jacket was yanked off his shoulders, making him turn with a growl. Punching another person in the face, Danny lunged at the group.

"Hurry! before the bats find us!" the supposed leader cried, making even more cloaked people surround Danny. There was no way a normal civilian would be able to fight their way out of this, so Danny would have to allow himself to be caught soon. Only after biting and scratching the fuck out of them though. Just because he had to let them catch him, doesn't mean he has to make it easy.

~30 min later

Danny stared at the leader as the man droned on and on about needing the right sacrifice for the ritual to work. Nancy and Wyatt grumbled behind him, agreements from the other kidnapped victims filling Danny's ears like bees.

"The sacrifice shall be the one who treads the veil between life and death, the one who's beloved by the spirits as their own! He shall be pale as a corpse, his body kissed by death many times throughout his life. His hair as black as the sky on a moonless night, cradled by the moon since birth." Mr. totally-read-one-fake-ritual-book-when-he-was-a-teen-and-now-has-to-make-it-everyone's-problem droned on dramatically, reverently dragging his finger down the old dusty tome's page,

"so Mr. Wayne?" Nancy huffed, pressing her back into Danny's side. Wyatt chuckled, shoving his foot into Danny's knee, "No, it's totally Mr. Drake he's talking about. Have you seen that dude's eyebags? they make him look like a ghost."

One of the strangers leaned over, rolling their eyes, "No, it's got to be Mr. Dent. The dude's literally half living half not."

"No, Two-Face is half insane, half burnt chicken. Ain't nothing about him going to please ghosts. He was a fucking lawyer, for Christ shake." another guy added.

"the dude said 'he' which crossed out half of y'all," Danny added, glancing at the group around him. The women blinked and then rolled their eyes; only in Gotham would they get kidnapped and not actually be needed.

"Assholes," Nancy huffed, she glanced over her shoulder and down at him, her face set into a frown, "You good, kid? you're like freezing cold."

"I'm fine," Danny huffed, focusing back on the leader. He could just feel the old magic rolling off the book; this was something dangerous, especially in this dipshit's hands. Ancients, he was going to have to do everything he could to keep the man from actually doing the ritual or mess it up if the bats didn't get here in time.

One of the cloaked people suddenly dragged a camera out from a side room, grumbling about networks and livestreams being shit. Huh, well that would definitely help provide their location to the bats. They must be really inexperienced cultists then...

"The sacrifice shall fall into our hands by fate's design. The sacrifice is here and waiting for what his whole life was meant for. Now-"

"Elder!" one of the other cloaked figures cried, waving their phone in the air in excitement. Dread quickly filled Danny's stomach.

"All the bats and birds are busy dealing with those scoundrels they call rouges! If we hurry, we can complete the ritual before they can interfere!"

"Perfect!" Mr. 'Elder', cheered, slamming the tome closed and handing it off to one of the others. "So?" Mr. Elder started, turning to face them with a sharp grin, "Who's it going to be?"

Danny glanced at the group behind him, all of them having gone silent as the cloaked group started pulling out their ritual things, one of which was a very blood-stained knife.

Mr. Elder started circling them, humming and hawing as he studied each one of them. He stopped next to Wyatt, studying him intently.

Quickly weighing his options, Danny straightened up and glared at the man, "I'll be your sacrifice."

Immediately Nancy leaned away from him with a gasp, Wyatt's foot dropping to the floor with a thud. "Danny, no!" Nancy hissed, turning her body so she could face him. Danny didn't glance at her, just continued glaring at the cultist. The cult leader laughed, "Well then. So it shall be! You heard the sacrifice, tie him to the chair!"

With everyone watching, all Danny could do was tense as four of the followers walked over and pulled him up. "No!" Nancy shouted, leaning over and grabbing onto him. Wyatt reached out to Nancy, wanting to pull her back. The men tensed up, ready to interfere. Quickly pulling back, Danny frowned at Nancy and Wyatt, "I'll be ok, just don't do anything stupid!"

They harshly pulled him up and away again, before Nancy could reply. And because he was already pissed off, he made it as difficult for them as possible as they dragged him to the wooden chair. The camera person focused the lens on them, recording it as they shoved him down to sit and wrapped a bloody rope around his limbs.

So much for thinking they were inexperienced... They've done this before, he knows now. How many times? He wasn't sure, but if he had any say in it after tonight, they'd never do it again.

Once he was securely tied to the chair and gagged, because Danny couldn't help himself but insult them, the cultist started preparing the ritual. Why they hadn't done so beforehand, Danny wasn't sure; that is until one of them sliced a deep gash into his right arm and collected his blood into a bowl.

With a grimace, Danny watched as they mixed his blood with black paint and started drawing a circle around him. The camera dude stepped closer and practically shoved the camera into his face. leaning back, Danny glanced between the camera and the people drawing with his blood.

Suddenly, his arm tingled with ectoplasm, making him panic for a second. he can't heal the wound! not with all the people around him and being recorded! Shit, what had Vlad done last time?? Uh, right! core smothering. He could just smother his core to stop his body from healing. Man, acting like a civilian was a pain in the ass.

Glaring up at the camera now that he wasn't as panicked, Danny watched as the dude stepped back, pulled out a paper, and started reading out loud. "GOTHAM! tonight you shall join us as we summon the most powerful being in the world!"

Did he seriously need the paper just to remember that?

The leader stepped forward when the circle was complete, "Now!" His voice echoed around the silent warehouse, startling the other kidnapped victims. The cameraman turned and focused on him, stepping out of the circle altogether. Danny watched the kidnapped people out of the corner of his eye, wanting to make sure they weren't hurt during this whole fiasco.

"Let us begin!" the leader cheered, suddenly gripping Danny's shoulders tightly. "Join me as we summon our lord and savior! The great tyrant of the dead! The embodiment of war and bloodshed! The one named PARIAH DARK! THE HORRIFIC GHOST KING!!!!"

Immediately, Danny was both completely terrified and amused. He had been worried that they were going to try and summon some great evil demon, not the fucking old tyrant. He could fight Pariah any day of the week.

No, what terrified him was the fact that because Danny won the right to the crown by defeating Pariah the first time, he had no idea what this summoning was going to do. Was it going to work like they wanted and summon Pariah? cool, great even. He can deal with that, might have to reveal his ghost powers if the fight got dirty, but nothing too bad.

or was it going to summon him because he was the king, and if so? how? Would that even work considering he's the sacrifice? would he just disappear and reappear? This could lead to a lot of questions Danny was NOT ready to answer. Gaslighting everyone here into believing he could fight Pariah as a 'meta' human would be easy, convincing everyone that he's not the ghost king or a ghost AFTER getting summoned; not so easy.

The leader released Danny from his grip as he walked over and snatched the tome from one of his followers. Snapping the book open, the man started chanting without warning, pointing at random people to notify them when it was their turn to start.

It was like watching a school play; all the student's doing as they were taught as their teacher directed from the side. Cultist A slammed the bowl of leftover blood on the ground, splattering the black remnants all over Danny and the circle. Which was gross, Danny was going to have to burn this shirt, because there was no way he was going to get this stain out. Cultist B tossed salt at Danny a few minutes later, smacking him in the face with the small white crystals. Shaking his head, Danny glared at him. Cultist B threw the salt again.

The leader's smile grew as he continued chanting.

Seven other cultists joined in the chanting, waving their hands up and down as their voices echoed around them. Danny glanced nervously around the warehouse, hoping he'd spot one of the bats. This was being broadcast, they should be on their way at the very least.

After another minute of looking, Danny glanced back at the other kidnapped victims. Nancy was balling her eyes out, burying herself into her boyfriend's chest. Wyatt was staring at him with wide eyes, clearly unsure about what to do. Probably feeling guilty because they both knew the leader was going to choose him. A few others were looking away, clearly fearing for his life. The rest watched on, trying to show him through their actions that they were there with him till the end. (whether he 'died' or not)

It was weird, but Danny had to give it to them; Gothmites were badass. He doubted anyone in Amity besides his friends would have been brave enough to watch what was happening. Even if they didn't know if he would live or not.

His core crackled, making him choke a little as he finally felt the pull of the summoning. Well, that's just great. Shaking his head, Danny tried to clear his throat. The summoning was making him feel weird and he did not appreciate it.

The chanting got louder as one of the people walked up to him, holding the knife in a white-knuckled grasp. Danny eyed it wearily, glancing between it and the rafters above. Where the hell were the bats when he needed them???

The cultist kneeled before him and raised the blade, slamming it down into his chest right as the leader stopped chanting; Danny gasped, more out of surprise than pain as he stared at the knife. The dude gave him no warning that he was going to stab him. Usually, cultists slit people's throats, right? What the fuck was up with stabbing him???

His blood slowly bubbled up and around the knife, slowly staining his shirt red. Yeah, there was no way in the realms he was going to be able to save this shirt now. Man, he had liked this one too.

He could hear Nancy's sobs turn to wails as the cultist yanked out the knife and handed it to the leader, who Danny just now noticed had joined them in the circle. His blood started gushing down his chest with every beat of his heart, again he held back his core. (what does he do now??? faint? scream? how do normal people react to getting stabbed?????)

"Take this lowly sacrifice as a sign of our eternal loyalty, and grace us with your presence! Your humble servants plead that your godly ears hear our prayers! Join us in this mortal realm and bequeath us your power and name to rectify the sins of our brethren!"

Ok, first of all Danny was no where near lowly you piece of fuck-

Danny's core pulsed, sending out nauseating pain up and down his spine. Gasping, Danny leaned as far forward as he could, trying in vain to grasp at his chest without using his powers. His core crackled, striking a blinding flash through his brain. The echoes of his death crawled up his left arm, waking the old dead nerves into firing signals at his brain.

Danny couldn't help himself, he screamed as the pain grew worse and worse. His thoughts turned hazy, his body cold as his core pulsed again. His heart stuttered and then froze, his core flooding his body with freezing ecto not a moment later. Absently, he could feel the wash of ectoplasm crawl over his body, changing his body minutely. He didn't transform, but he definitely looked more ghostly than human.

All the pain disappeared a moment later, allowing Danny to slump forward, his head hanging low and blocking his face from view. His chest did not rise in ragged breaths, nor did his fingers twitch with life. His mind was still sluggish and clouded with something, making it nearly impossible to think. Squeezing his eyes shut, Danny tried to focus.

"Your Highness?" someone asked, their voice too loud as it rang in Danny's ears. His core pulsed, another flood of ectoplasm flooding his body. His eyes slid open again, allowing him to see the green glow lighting up his chest and lap as he stared down at them.

Slowly, Danny lifted his head, his bright green gaze locking with the man in front of him.

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