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Dead Bird Metro: The Tale of two Girls Chapter 23 (Finale)

TW: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!

Maemi paced in front of the cage, the young cat was seething, hatred oozing out of their green eyes, their clawed paws opening and closing as they glared at the caged birds. Dave met their eyes with a glare of his own, even though he was scared. “You know, if it weren't for the orders from the boss, I'd kill every single one of you brutally and painfully.” The sentence was spoken with such malice that a few of the captured owls and penguins shivered. “My aunt and my uncle-” They gripped the bars of the cage tight, “-they died because of you scum!” Even though the purple cat was young and still had traits of a kitten, the birds in the cage aside from Enrique and Dave flinched as they hit the cage with the metal of the rocket launcher that they were wielding with just one arm.

“You still have some time, compadre, you can still give up and retreat. My boss won't pursue you, he only has business with your leader.” Enrique's sharp eyes never failed to gaze at the young feline that found is calm and fearless disposition more than a little grating.

They gave the eagle-owl a glare and their eyes narrowed after the owl reciprocated said glare, “You'll be the first one I kill when I get the opportunity.” The purple cat showed their claws before turning around and leaving the storage hall again. They climbed to the roof the hall and sat down near the edge before they started to cry. The new coat they had received just that day prior now getting stained with tears.

The young cat slowly approached their mentor, seething with anger still after the news of Nozomi- and Toshihiro's deaths reached them. They couldn't believe that their dear aunt and her uncle had lost their lives. “They'll pay! I'll make sure that they'll pay for their deaths. I'LL KILL ALL OF THEM!” The young cat yelled gritting their teeth and hissing, their purple fur bristling as they walked over to their strangely calm mentor.

It was obvious by the balled paw of the tall, gray cat that this whole situation was boiling her blood as well, the two mentioned deceased cats had been her best friends. She had to stay calm though, if she let anger lead her now, the Nyakuza would be doomed to fall. “Calm yourself, Maemi, what did I tell you?”

The young cat took a deep, slightly shaky breath, “Always stay calm, no matter how bad the situation.” They tried as hard as they could to control their sadness and anger, as they stood next to their mentor. Maemi fidgeted a bit as they looked out the window, they dreaded to ask the question that was burning on their mind. “W-What...what do we do now? We...We attack them, right?” A look of uncertainty greeted the gaze of the gray feline as she turned to look at her protege.

“...We will prepare our defenses and wait...they will come to us to save their allies. That's when we fight...” She already had a plan to surround the small army of birds that would come to attack them. She would draw them into a battle near the main plaza and have a smaller group attack them from all sides. She knew that they'd send at least a few members to free their allies, which made it perfect to set and ambush. She doubted that the leaders would be the ones to free the captured birds, considering their animosity for her that was more than mutual, they would try to attack her...and she'd bury them in the same building she was in in that very moment. “They will come to us with all they have, so we will prepare for their arrival.”

The smaller cat seemed a bit unhappy about that idea, they would have preferred to attack the birds directly, but their boss' plans usually worked out well, yet...they despised needed to behave like cowards who don't fight back. “Where will I fight? Near the front lines, right?” The small cat was itching to use the rocket launcher granted to them. They would show them, all of them what the Nyakuza are really capable of, that those brainless birds picked the wrong enemies. Their face fell a bit when the gray cat shook her head slowly while turning back to look at them.

“I want you to stop the small force that will no doubt come to save the captured penguins and owls. I know who they'll send for this. The two girls that have been leading the Leowles and the Penguiads in the absence of their leaders...-” Her eyes narrowed and her paws were clenched so much that her own claws dug into them which caused her to bleed, yet the leader of the Nyakuza didn't even seem to notice. “-I want you to crush them, bury them under rubble!”

“Yes, ma'am!” The small cat saluted with a serious expression. The glare of their mentor softened and she went behind her desk and pulled out a new red jacket.

“I've noticed that the old one had become rather small and worn, so I got you a new one.” She gave the new coat to Maemi, who quickly put it on and and smiled. The Empress nodded and waved her hand in a dismissive fashion. “Now go and make me proud!”

“Leave it to me!” They nodded and were about to head out, but stopped when their mentor spoke in a way softer and more vulnerable sounding voice that caught them off guard.

“Be careful out there...”

Bow went up to the roof top, needing some fresh air after the long meeting they just had. She looked out at the sunny afternoon and smiled, if she had the time later, maybe she could take the radio outside later and dance and sing a bit...maybe she could ask Hattie to join her, it would get their minds off things at least. The young girl noticed her friend slowly come up to the roof as well, so she waved at Hattie enthusiastically. “Those meetings are so booring, right? I know that they're important, but I find it so hard to concentrate for that long.” She ran over to the other girl that looked a bit more concerned. “Hey, we'll do fine tomorrow! You needn't worry yourself about failing, me and you together can't fail!”

The cheering of the curly-haired girl made Hattie smile for just a moment before it faltered again. “That's...not it. I'm worried about my grandpa, he looked so sad yesterday and he was so...emotional. It's rare that he acts like that. He was really worried about me being hurt, far more than usual.”

The Penguiad girl made a dismissive hand gesture. “Maybe he finally learned to show his emotions more, like my grandpa. Do you think they can get along now? They made the plan together and they're going to confront the Empress.” Bow asked with a hopeful look, liking the idea of them working together because it meant that she and Hattie could maybe stay together after all of this was over.

Hattie was a bit more skeptical, but tried to be optimistic, there could at least be a chance that after all of this mess, they could stick together. Over the course of the past weeks, the penguins and the owls got along better and better each day, by now, they could be send on missions together without much trouble. “Here's hoping, I kinda want to stay friends...I don't want to be your enemy again.-” Hattie looked sad at the thought, “-We've dealt with so much already. I'm gonna talk to my grandpa after we win tomorrow, maybe we can arrange something.”

Bow raised her fist into the air, “That's the spirit! I'm gonna talk to mine too, I'm sure he'll agree to arrange something. The Conductor did save my life before after all, and DJ Grooves saved yours too.” She looks determined, “-They just HAVE to have seen that the other gang leader isn't as bad as they thought!” Bow could see the face of the other girl fall again.

“...But what if-” The curly-haired girl shook her head.

“No 'What ifs'! I'm not going back to being enemies and that's final!” Bow smiled and grabbed the hands of the other girl. “You're my best friend now, I'm not gonna beat up my bestie.” That caused Hattie to laugh and smile.

“Yeah, I'm not gonna go back to trying to stab you either.” Bow then ran down to the stairs quickly, leaving Hattie puzzled as she watched the girl descend down the stairs. Her eyes lit up again when she spotted the other girl come back up with an old radio.

“Let's see if I can get this bad boy to work again. This radio is very old, I think it's even older than me!” She giggled as she fumbled with the settings and frowned a bit when it didn't work, she didn't even notice that Hattie had left and come back.

The Leowle girl opened the back of the radio and produced a battery, giving Bow a rather smug glance. “It can't work if it has no battery.” The other girl only rolled her eyes and when switched it on and quickly found as song she seemed to like. She started to sing along and dance while Hattie clapped.

Bow then grabbed Hattie's arm and danced with her, which caused the other girl's eyes to go wide in shock and surprise. She looked a bit embarrassed, but still joined in on the dancing, getting her mind off the battle they had tomorrow. She pushed a dark thought out of her mind.

What if...they don't make it.

It was a cold but clear night, Hattie would have preferred cloudy weather it would make them harder to spot as she and Bow jumped from rooftop to rooftop. “Do you think that Enrique, Dave and the others are okay?” She asked the curly-haired girl who seemed to have been deep in thought herself as she almost lost her footing and tripped as the two jumped from one building to another, both keeping an eye out for patrolling cats.

“I'm sure that they do, Dave may be a bit paranoid and a bit scatterbrained sometimes, but my homie knows what he's doing.” Bow tried to be as optimistic as she could, giving the other a short smile before they could see the storage. “I'm more worried about my grandpa...They're running head first into danger, no matter how you look at it.”

Hattie put a hand on her shoulder as they stopped and looked around for a moment. “They have the Owl Express, that train is heavily armored and my grandpa's pride and joy. They'll be fine.” Hattie assured. They were close now, they could see the storage hall just ahead, all they had to do take care of any guards and make sure that the owls and penguins made it out.

“There you are” Maemi whispered to themselves as they watched the two girls advance toward the storage hall. They quietly trailed them, making sure that neither would have a clue that they were there, waiting for an opportune moment to strike. Said moment came in form of them stopping on a roof to observe their surroundings, surroundings that Maemi knew like the back of their hand, so the young cat had no problem staying out of sight of their mortal enemies. They readied the weapon granted to them by their mentor. They hissed as their eyes narrowed at their unsuspecting targets and they aimed right at the curly-haired girl. “You'll pay. I'll make you pay for killing my family!” The hatred and scorn for the two girls peaked as they fired their rocket.

The Leowle girl froze in shock for a moment when she noticed something red being aimed at Bow like a tiny red dot. A loud whooshing noise was heard a moment later.<hr>

“Are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure that it will work.” The penguin slowly boarded the train of his rival, who looked determined and had a deep scowl on his face. For once that scowl was not caused by his rival, instead it was aimed at their mutual enemies.

The yellow bird was grateful that Hattie, due to her quick thinking, at least managed to save his beloved train. Now he could finally put her heavy armor to good use. “You calculate it multiple times over, ye just have ta have faith in me and me lovely train.” The old owl went back to check on the last train cart again. He'd give those cats a nasty surprise, if they think that they can take them down with their superior numbers, they were in for a rough ride...No matter the cost, those cats would PAY! He returned to the front of his train, the penguin held something in his hand that he couldn't make out at first, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a simple USB stick. “What's with that grimy, ol' thing?” He eyed the small item suspiciously.

The DJ held the small piece of technology up like it was a prized possession. “This, darling, is our ticket into that building, and...-” He sighed, “-It has a lot of sentimental value. A friend saved it for me and he...lost his life protecting me.” He looked down at the floor, the pain visible in his eyes.

Normally the yellow owl would have told him that people die in this line of work...but...he doubted that his own owls would even do something like that for him. In the recent weeks his beliefs have been turned and twisted by the penguin's words and vice versa, all the two birds knew was that all of this needed to end. That all all of this brought was pain and suffering.

The penguin looked out the window at the metro, watching the owls and penguins proceed forward to attack the HQ of the cats head on, they didn't have the resources to split the army in two. “If we miss the jump, we'll die horribly-” The DJ's eyes clouded with worry for a moment. “-I calculated it thoroughly, but it can always go wrong.”

The yellow owl chuckled as he started his train, if they timed it right, and he knew how long it would take to get to the central plaza, they would arrive there just a moment before the penguins and owls got into the crossfire of the cats. “Ye worry too much, we just have ta do it.” The yellow bird balled his talons to fists and the ear-like feathers on the tight side of his head started to twitch a bit in his anger. “We ain't gonna lose to those filthy furballs.” The time went by in a silent tension as the two birds traveled to their destination.

The leader of the Penguiads stared out the window on the side of the control room, his flipper tapping a small rhythm against the window sill. He wondered if he made the wrong decision on that fateful night. Sometimes the thought of just leaving it all behind had occurred to him, yet he found that, even if he wanted to, he would have failed the penguins that relied on him,. He could never be as selfish as to abandon them, and as the years passed, the opportunity to leave got smaller and smaller, he found that he was simply in too deep to escape. Leaving the Penguiads to fend for themselves would have ended poorly, he knew that they couldn't function without him. DJ Grooves sighed deeply, he knew why he ended up in this business and he knew why his penguins did what they did, yet...he couldn't help but wonder if there would have been a better solution to the problem of poverty that the penguins were facing. It was what it was, though, he was aware that he couldn't change the past, he made his choice, now he had to stick with it.

The other bird glared out the front window, he wondered if his life would have been better if only he had decided to stay with his family...but at the same time he couldn't just go against the wishes of his deceased father. This life was all he knew, would he even have been able to live like a normal person?...would he even have been a good father? Questions that he would never know the answer to, but questions that now plagued his mind. He had always known the dangers that he was facing, that one careless mistake could cost him dearly, he knew, yet he stayed, he chose to continue the legacy of the Leowles. He was about to slam his fist down on the control panel's edge, but he took a deep breath to calm down. None of this mattered now...not anymore. The past was over and done, all he could do is accept the consequences of his choices.

Bow tumbled off the rooftop after Hattie pushed her, the missile their nemesis fired barely missing her head. For a moment she thought that they would plummet to their death now, but Hattie reached the sill of a window after they fell. “Hold on!” Hattie pulled Bow up to stand on the sill, just holding on with one hand for a moment, thanks to her high strength it wasn't a problem. Bow pulled her up just in time as a new projectile made its way toward them. They climbed back onto the roof using the gutter, Hattie almost losing her footing once and dragging down Bow with her when another missile hit just a few feet below her.

They climbed back onto the roof and the barrage of missiles stopped, both Hattie and Bow looked around frantically. “This must be the last cat that was mentioned. Grandpa said that they're the protege of the leader of the Nyakuza.” Bow muttered quietly to Hattie who just nodded and looked at the rooftops of the adjacent buildings. The missiles were fired from around the same level as them, leading her to believe that they must have come from up there...she didn't expect that she'd get get punched in the chin so hard that her jaw felt like it cracked. Hattie stumbled backwards with a yelp and Bow just about stopped the purple cat from slicing Hattie's neck with their claws by intercepting it with her dagger.

Maemi jumped back in response to the dagger's sharp edge getting close to their paws and opted to kick the Penguiad girl in the side. Bow jumped right back up after falling on her side while Hattie had drawn her knife to defend herself. “You...-” The small cat glared between the two girls that were facing them. “- WOU WILL NOT WIN!” Tears, hatred and anger were visible in the green eyes of the Empress' protege as they charged at their greatest enemies, ready to fulfill their mission and kill those that had killed their beloved uncle and aunt. What they didn't expect was that that the two girls would work together flawlessly. While Hattie charged back at the the red jacket-wearing cat and drew their attention to herself, Bow aimed for the young cat's chest...before stopping and cutting the young feline's side instead, which caused them to hiss in pain. Maemi, instead of attacking again decided to retreat and jump down the roof and head toward the storage hall. Bow pulled Hattie back by her arm when her friend thought it best to pursue.

Hattie looked confused at Bow, but understood after looking at her worried expression. “Bow...we can't spare them! They attack our families!” Hattie argued, but kept calm.

“I know...but, we...we were the same, you remember, right? They're hurting, we...we killed their family.” Bow felt a twinge of guilt. The young cat was the same as them, raised by a leader of the gang whom they consider their family. The Penguiads and Leowles had pretty much killed their family, she could only imagine that the eccentric cat that almost dropped her off the roof of the building was like family to that young cat, like Dave, Martin and Marcus were for her. It hurt the curly-haired girl a lot when Martin got imprisoned and Marcus died protecting her grandfather. She could see it in the sad eyes of her best friend that Hattie came to understand her point of view.

“But...what can we do? They will just continue to attack us...that cat won't stop trying to get us killed.-” Hattie thought about it and decided to make for the hall again. When Bow gave her a worried glance, she answered as she landed on an awning. “-We still have to save Enrique and the others, with how unstable that cat is, we don't know if they'll kill our friends and family.” Bow follow after Hattie, hoping that it would all work out somehow.

The two birds could see the high tower of the huge mall that was the crown jewel of the whole metro a helicopter was stationed at the top. When he focused his vision, the yellow owl could already see the rows and rows of cats that were about to intercept the advancing of their small army. Rows and rows...that had no idea that he was about to pull of the greatest assault in all of the metro's history! “Ye ready?!” His wings, normally steady and calm when he conducted his train, now shivered and twitched.

His rival tore open the door while they were still gaining speed, the harsh wind blowing in his face like blades made out of air. “Ready!” He had calculated this at least ten times now, and he still wasn't sure if they'd both simply perish, but he had to have faith now, it was the only thing they could come up with that could lead them to victory.

No one could see it, but the yellow owl's face turned from steaming anger into deep melancholy for just a moment while he took a deep breath and waited for the signal of his rival. He ignited the line that would lead to the end of his beloved train with sadness mixed with determination on his face, when he heard the signal of the tall penguin. The small spark made its way to the left wheels of the Owl Express, while its conductor joined the DJ and they jumped out the open door right as the dynamite blew up the wheels, sending the huge vehicle off the rails with a loud screech. The two birds got blown out of the door and crashed through the glass door of 'Sheep mattresses' and into the display of the mattresses that were lined up on the ground floor of the building for customers to view.

The cats tried to run for their lives after they heard the loud screeching noise as the train crashed on its side and scraped on the pavement of the plaza. The following explosion shock the very foundation of the building the two birds were in, as the explosives at the back of the train tore it and most of the cats that were in the plaza to pieces. “You okay, darling?” The penguin shook his head, clearing out the daze and pulling out another set of sunglasses from his pocket, his previous ones got lost and carried away by the wind. The owl stepped out of the shop after wiggling out from under the mattresses that he landed in and looked at the mayhem outside the store. “...Darling?”

The yellow bird was silent for just a moment more looking at the bits and pieces of what was once his pride and joy, now reduced to nothing but rubble. “I'm...fine. Let go, we got a cat ta kill!” The two leaders watch as their penguins and owls engage the enemy cats in battle for a moment, before they use the confusion to make their way to the huge mall, and as expected, it is tightly locked by a metal door. “Do your thing, DJ pe-...Grooves.” The owl readied his knife and stood guard while the DJ worked on opening the security door.

“I'll have this down in a jiffy, won't take too long.” The yellow owl just nodded and remained on guard until he heard a click and they were finally in, ready to bring all of this to an end once and for all.

Hattie broke the window into the storage hall unceremoniously, and climbed in...so far it had been strangely quiet...it boded ill, she knew, so the young girl remained on guard. Bow followed closely behind Hattie, her dagger at the ready for whatever was awaiting them in the dark and cold hall. They searched the aisles filled with various weapon ranging from, bats and clubs, and even chain saws, to cans of food and canisters of water. The brown-haired girl even found a collection of comics, if she wasn't on a mission right now and wasn't in the heart of enemy territory, she would have called Bow over to sift through it to see if those cats had anything good. “Hattie, that you, amiga?” The low voice caught her attention and she ran over to where she heard the familiar, rugged voice of Enrique. She found him and the other owls mostly unharmed, a few of the penguins and owls had scratches and cuts, but they looked mostly unharmed.

“Bow, over here!” The penguins immediately lit up at hearing the curly-haired girl's name and Dave got up from sitting on the ground and started to bolt toward them, gripping the bars tightly.

“Bow's here too?!” His question was answered when he noticed movement out of the darkness, and the girl in question made her way out of the shadows of the dark storage space, smiling widely.

“Dave! You're alright, homie, I'm so glad!” Bow had to wipe a few tears out of her eyes and the small penguin started to sob and cry a bit. The other penguins and owls looked relieved to see them as well.

While Bow was busy calming down the more frightened birds, Hattie followed the iron rope that was connected to a winch. The lever was more than a bit difficult to move due to the rust and years of not being in use. She called her friend to help her, not wanting to waste time searching this huge hall for oil or anything of that sort. “Need some help?” Bow stretched her hands out and helped Hattie raise the heavy steel cage the birds were trapped under.

A loud soft whirring noise caught Hattie's attention and made her blood run cold, she had heard that noise once before when that insane cat lady send her mecha cats at her. They let go off the winch and jumped back rapidly as a sharp, shuriken was tossed their way and embedded itself in the rope of the winch, barely missing the girls, it stopped the cage from lowering, however. It didn't take long and they were attacked by flying projectiles from the dark shelves and railings above, while three mecha cats attacked them in melee.

“I'll grind you both to dust! You'll die here! I'll take all you love away from you like you did from me!” The young cat joined the fight against the two girls, firing rockets whenever they had an opportunity. Hattie dodged the sharp, metal claws parrying attacks with her knife while ducking under shurikens that missed her by nothing more than a hair. Bow used one of the shelves for cover, while a mecha cat extended a claw through a small crack in the wooden shelf, if it wasn't for her quick reflexes it would have gotten her eye instead of just leave a bleeding scratch on her cheek.

Feeling that he needed to do something, Dave gathered all his courage, he couldn't let Bow deal with all this alone, his boss would be devastated if anything happened to her...so would he. The small penguin got up and tried to squeeze through the small gap between the cage and the ground after said cage was lifted by the combined effort of Hattie and Bow. He pushed himself through the gap bit by bit, but got stuck a bit around half-way through. The eagle-owl noticed the struggle of his ally and pushed him through. Dave yelped a bit but ran to get some oil, knowing that he couldn't move the winch if Hattie had to call Bow for help. He glanced up at the young cat that was in the process of firing a rocket at Hattie, their eyes cold and focused as the missile was launched. A gasp escaped him when heard Hattie scream out in pain as a shuriken cut her shoulder and a moment later he saw Bow getting hit by shrapnel form a missile that she barely avoided in the chaos. He finally found some frying oil, not the best, but it would do. The winch creaked the moment he tried to move it after pouring the oil on it. The small penguin did even realize that one of the former subordinates of Toshihiro was sneaking up on him as he slowly but surely raised the cage, his flippers aching from the effort. The cat was about to stab Dave when Enrique tackled the murderous feline down and dug his sharp talons deep into their throat. “Lo siento, compadre, can't have you kill my friend.” Dave was shocked for a moment, but calmed down after seeing that the eagle-owl had the situation under control.

“Thanks, dude, you saved my feathers there.” The rest of the owls and penguins spread out to help Bow and Hattie fend off the their attackers.

Bow and Hattie joined back together after the owls and penguins they rescued banded together to fight the ninja- and mecha cats, and instead focused their attention back on Maemi who gritted their teeth and headed for the roof of the hall. They followed them, they needed to stop them, but...could they really do it without needing to end the life of the tormented cat

Hattie drew her knife while Bow hesitated for a moment longer. “Stop this, you've lost already.” Hattie tried to reason with the young cat, but it obviously fell on deaf ears as the moment she finished her sentence, a missile whizzed by her, she noticed that their green eyes were glistening with tears. Both girls knew only too well just how Maemi felt.

Both girls didn't expect that their mutual enemy would start to charge toward them, discarding the rocket launcher now due to it being out of ammo. The cat fought even fiercer than before slicing and slashing at them from unpredictable angles which made it hard to counter their attacks. Even with this clear lack of direction, they put up a good fight, as both of them were stuck just parrying and dodging attacks...”You can't keep this up, please, stop, we know how you feel.” The desperate plea from Bow received an answer in form of a swipe that barely missed her eyes and knocked her glasses away. The retaliation strike from Hattie sliced the red jacket of the purple cat, which caused Maemi to stand down in shock for a moment.

“You...you cut my new jacket...” They sounded to be in disbelief and anguish before the seething hatred took over. “I'LL KILL YOU!” A powerful swipe made Hattie's blade skid over the ground as she yelped in shock before she got pushed down, one of the yellow feathers on her headband fell off as her head hit the ground.. After her vision focused again a moment after the painful contact with the ground dazed her, she could see the sharp claws that prepared to slice her throat and the hatred-filled eyes of the cat, while Bow had readied her dagger and was about to attack the back of the young cat.

All motion stopped when a loud explosion shook the whole district.

The mall was already mostly clear of people, considering that it's main gate had been locked that wasn't surprising, the two birds doubted that it even had been open today. The army of cats had made it just as clear as the eerily silent mall. “Never thought I'd see a mall without people.” The tall penguin slowly advanced as he tried to keep his mind off the fear that was slowly rising in him the closer they got to the end. The Conductor, meanwhile, pressed on, the DJ assumed that he had already made peace with his decision. They soon found the stair case that lead to the basement of the big building. “Good luck, darling.” The DJ smiled at the the yellow owl who nodded.

“Don't ye dare fail, I don't know how much time I can get ya.” He knew that the leader of the Nyakuza was highly adept at melee and range combat, his rifle would have been of no use, he'd likely have no time to aim and unlike his previous targets, the Empress was expecting them. The yellow owl hurried up stair while his rival made his way down instead.

The Empress heard a beep as the security system informed her that the door downstairs was now unlocked, she was aware that they were coming for her, she had underestimated them before, but this time they'd face her, and she had been through more than enough battles...and even if she struggled, all she had to do was press one button and this whole building would lock up and blast them to pieces, while she'd escape. She readied her rocket launcher, aiming at the door to give the bird that entered a warm welcome. When the door opened and she spotted yellow feathers, she fired, but it was obvious that the small, yellow bird that entered with a grimace had anticipated that already. The owl drew his knife out the inside pocket of his now tattered and torn jacket. “I expected more from the feared leader of the Nyakuza than a wee rocket.” The owl slowly advanced.

She readied her new and improved rocket launcher which now opened to more launchers at the side after she pressed the button at the bottom. “And I expected more than a puny, old owl as the leader of the Leowles” The three rockets were fired at him and he dodged the first by jumping over it and the second by sliding across the ground, the trajectory of the third was off and missed him completely. With his knife raised high, he attacked the cat that simply jumped out of the way and fired a rocket at him that almost made contact if he hadn't jumped back right then his attack failed. “Where is that penguin friend of yours? I wanted to bury both of you at once.” She glared at him, clearly still just playing with the owl that needed to dodge yet another barrage of rockets.

“Donnae need him ta kill a wee kitty who doesnae know her place!” She only chuckled at his response, still seeming calm, but that comment made her want to rip his vocal cords out personally.

“Quite the big words for one so small,-” She discarded her launcher, strapping it to her back, before she charged at him. “-I wonder how well you talk when your lungs are full of blood!” She got close and attacked the bird with a claw swipe, he could feel the air as the attack barely missed him...but he failed to think about the fact that she had TWO weapons on her at all times. The yellow bird yelped in pain and grit his teeth when the other claw cut his side and caused his suit to rip and yellow feathers to stick to the claw of the cat that just shook them off and went in for another attack that he evaded barely.

The Conductor readied his knife again and was put on the defensive than he had to parry an attack of the cat that used both her claws, he had to jump over a kick aimed at his legs which was supposed to cause him to stumble and make it easy to kill him, yet he used the her failed attempt to swing his sharp talons at her which scratched her leg and caused her to grunt. The wound on his side bled stronger the more he moved, but he ignored the pain, just like he had done many times before.

The eyes of the tall, gray cat narrowed and she hissed, pouncing at the yellow bird like a predator on prey, her claw strike missed him, but she managed to grab his jacket and toss him to the wall with force, the small bird connected with the concrete with his already injured left side which made him scream in pain and blurred his vision for a moment. He got no time to rest though and had to dodge attack after attack. “Come on, Grooves, hurry...” He whispered quietly to himself.

It took him a few minutes but he managed to crack the code using the program he had on his USB stick. When the door opened, there was...nothing, at least nothing visible. He rolled his eyes behind his shades, and went back to the panel, which revealed a bunch of lasers strung high and low across the room. It would take too long to try and deactivate it, and he didn't know how long his yellow-feathered rival could last in that fight. He took a deep breath and decided to imitate the way Bow had jumped and dance around the lasers in that jewelry store, and he found that it was a lot harder than Bow made it look. He almost got burned on one or two occasions even though he was a seasoned dancer. “Access denied!” He furrowed his brow when he encountered the difficult code that spread on the display, likely done by that cat he and Hattie fought. It took him an awful amount of time to crack the code, but he managed thanks to the program on the USB stick, even in death, the thoughtfulness of his friend, Marcus, came through for him. He wouldn't fail now, he didn't lose his life for nothing.

He changed one simple thing in the code that would seal the fate of the cat...

His brow furrowed as he ran up the stairs, hoping that his ally had not ended as cat food, a pretty gruesome sight greeted him as soon as he joined up with his former nemesis. The Empress was holding the small owl by his throat, his knife had fallen out of his hand as he writhed and tried desperately to get air back into his lungs. The gray cat was laughing quietly. “Did you think you could-” She was interrupted by the knife that the DJ threw at her arm, it left a bleeding wound and the sudden pain caused her to dropped the Conductor to the ground. The old owl clutched his throat for a moment and took deep, shaky breaths before he got back up and spoke between sharp inhales. “You took...yer sweet time...Grooves.”

“Good things take time, darling.” The gray cat, now even more angry, so much so that her eye twitched, decided to not hold back she attacked the two leaders viciously, but was surprised by how coordinated they attacked. The Conductor's more straightforward but brutal swings were accompanied by DJ Grooves' more cunning, but less effective strikes, which forced the cat back a bit.

The tall cat decided that she had toyed with the birds enough and forced the two back by getting her rocket launcher out and forcing them to keep their distance, lest they'd get blown to pieces. If only they'd know that they'd lost as soon as they'd entered the building. “You fought well, despite knowing that you don't stand a chance, I think I'll end your pitiful struggle here.-” She presses the button she had hidden in her jacket. “-From now on, this metro will be solely run by cats!” Thick steel shutters came down on the doors and windows as soon as the button was pressed, locking them in place. The Empress laughed at them and turned around to use the only open door right behind her that would lead to the roof where the helicopter was positioned for a quick getaway...when she turned, however, she found that it was...blocked as well.

While the cat's tail and ears lowered the smiles on the birds behind her widened as the system informed them that it would be 5 minutes until the six bombs in the basement would explode, five minutes until all of this would find an end.....by ending them.

“End of the line, furball.” The yellow bird put his knife back inside his pocket, taking a deep breath, as he grinned and chuckled.

The penguin dusted off his jacket and put his knife away as well, laughing at the horrified expression as the Empress turned to face them. “You underestimated us, now you'll pay the price. You've killed my penguins, you killed the owls.-” He glared behind his shades. “-I'll never forgive you for that!” His voice was low and full of malice.

“Outplayed...by a bunch of feathers on legs...-” She seemed almost disappointed in herself. “-How could I have lost to hollow-bonded scum!” Her arms started to shake in anger, a slight hint of fear crossed her eyes, as she realized that she was going to die here.

“You did win somethin', alright, a one way trip ta hell!” The yellow bird's laughter was drowned out by an electronic voice reminding them that they had only three minutes left.

The gray cat's eyes narrowed with the realization that the penguin and the owl in the room with her would also die. “How can you call this a victory if you yourselves will perish?” Her voice sounded a bit condescending. “In the end, you'll fall together with me.”

The yellow owl pulled out the polaroid from his pocket for the final time, it got cut a bit as the claws hit his side...a tear replacing his younger self in the photo now. He scoffed and smiled at the bitter irony. He wanted to keep his family safe...but he failed to keep himself safe. “This isn't about winnin' and losin', furball, it's about ending the sufferin'.” The tall cat tilted her head in confusion.

“All three of us caused suffering among the people of the metro, our gang wars tearing it to pieces and scaring the inhabitants. We hurt our allies and the people we love, this life has brought us nothing but pain.”

“Then the two of you were simply too frail for the life of crime. You could have disbanded at any time.” The expression of the tall cat changed to a smug grin.

The sheer lack of understanding amused the yellow bird who held his picture close to his chest. “Then ye understand nothing, you fail to understand that yer puttin' the lives of those that follow ye in jeopardy.-” He scoffed, “-One would think that ye got that when I murrderred that underling of yers on the roof of the museum.” The owl noticed that his words hit home when the fur of the Empress bristled and her claws twitched.

The penguin shook his head, “It only shows that you're a greedy psychopath who fails to not only as a leader, but as a person.” The system informed them that they only had around a minute left.

“You both send literal children to do your biding, your no better than I.” She thought that they'd react with anger and spite, instead they nodded.

“Never claimed ta be better, me wee lassie sufftered because o' what I did ta 'er. I wish that I backed outta this life while I still had the chance-” The ear-like feathers of the yellow bird lowered, “-but I cannae change the past...all I can do is make sure that her future is safer.”

The penguin nodded somberly, “The best we can do is rid the metro of the scum that choked the very life out of all that inhabit it, to make sure that the gang wars stop once and for all.-” He glared back up at the cat,

“-And the easiest way to end this all...is to put an end to us!” Ten, nine, eight...

DJ Grooves shook his head and pulled out his USB stick again... “I'm sorry...Dave, Martin...Marcus...Bowie-” He stifled a sob. ...seven six five...

“Hehe...a fitting end, eh.- “ The Conductor clutched the picture to his chest tightly, tearing up a bit. “...Stay strong Enrique...Hattie...I know you'll handle it.” ...four, three, two...

“..Maemi...” One...

The three kids stared as the huge mall collapsed in on itself. Windows shattered and support beams snapped, smoke and fire showing through every crevice as the structure simply crumbled to the ground. The cats, owls and penguins scattered, completely forgetting their previous battle as they ran for their lives, all while the kids stood on the roof wide eyed and in total shock at what was transpiring right in front of their eyes.

“NOOO!!!” The ear piercing shriek of the young, purple cat was what snapped both Hattie and Bow out of their shock. Tears formed in their eyes.

“Grandpa!” Bow yelled out wanting to jump to the rubble to see, if by some miracle, the DJ had survived. She was held back by a crying Hattie who could barely even see from the tears, but she couldn't let her friend hurt herself from the huge drop down the roof. “WHY?!” Bow struggled, but stayed put.

The young cat fell onto the shingles on the roof and cried into their paws, repeating the word 'Empress' over and over, like a mantra, in their anguish.

Dave and Enrique joined them after they fought of the other cats and picked up the two girls, not wanting them to stay there any longer. Dave was crying and had Bow pressed tightly to him as he carried her out, while Enrique carried Hattie down the stairs to leave, hiding his tear the best he could

“Stop..we need to help them.” Bow stopped Dave and pointed at the young cat that was bawling now, shaking and in hysterics.

Enrique looked at Hattie who nodded while wiping tears, and he picked up the young cat. The five left the building and headed home. They found two letters on the desk in the meeting room, both came with some money in them.

Hattie picked up the one that had the Conductor's messy, but strangely legible writing while she sat down on a chair, her tears made it hard to read.

To my dear lassie, Hattie,

I'm likely burning with the condemned in hell by the time you read this. I'm not great with heart-felt emotional stuff, but I try my best to explain why I made this tough decision. I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I failed you. I'm sorry that you suffered so much because of me. I sent you into dangerous mission that had a high risk of you dying, that occasionally even resulted in you getting hurt. I was such a goddamn peck neck to you! You deserved someone better, someone loving and caring, not an old, stubborn fool who gave up his own family for his legacy! I used you as a tool to further my own goals, to make sure that the Leowles could continue even after my death without my family being in danger. I WAS A BRAINLESS, MORONIC IDIOT TO NOT UNDERSTAND THAT YOU WERE MY FAMILY TOO!!!

I can't apologize enough, and I know that I can't give you your innocence and childhood back, if you hate me now, I can understand that, peck, I'd hate myself too. I hid some money here for you, get some good education, and follow your dreams, you're one smart lassie. I'm proud of you and I was glad that I got to know you.

Your peck neck of a grandfather, Conductor

Bow opened her letter, her tears staining the paper as she read while she stared at the pretty calligraphy of the DJ.

My beloved darling, Bow,

I know that I likely left you devastated, confused and angry. I'm deeply sorry that I didn't tell you what I planned, but...I just couldn't tell you that this mission would result in my own death. I couldn1't let this go on. The penguins suffered because of my leadership, if I wanted them to or not. None of them deserved the pain they got and the same goes for you. I sent you into danger, never quite realizing just how horrible it was what I was doing, even if you performed admirably every time. This is the last time I'll be the cause of pain for you and my penguins, call it cowardly, but it was the only way I saw to end this misery for everyone. My death will cause the Penguiads to disband and no more of them will die because of the gang wars.

I wish I had given you the childhood you deserved, filled with lots of love and care, and all the toys you ever wanted. I loved you like my own granddaughter, Bowie, I hope you know that. I know that I failed you horribly, but I just want you to live a safe and happy life, a life you won't ever find with the Penguiads still around. I left you some money, use it however you please, I'm aware that it isn't much and doesn't make up for the pain I caused you, but I know that you're intelligent and crafty enough to use it wisely. I'm very proud of you and I know that your strong enough to persevere.

Your proud, but foolish grandpa, DJ Grooves

Finally they understood, Hattie and Bow finally understood why they acted so strange the day prior. They felt hopeless, angry, sad and emotionally drained, the same went for Maemi, who was brought to a room in the HQ.

It would take them another few years to understand completely why the two gang leaders decided to give ip their lives, but eventually they both came to one final conclusion.

The life of crime was simply not worth it, it only led to pain and suffering to all tread its dark path.

It is finally finished, this long fic finally found its end. I thank you all for reblogging, commenting and reading my works, it means a lot to me. Special thanks to @r3d1ke for giving me the names for Nozomi, Toshihiro and Maemi and their continued support of the story. @nasubeenwithcat for her amazing art and support, @majormeilani for her advice on writing DJ Grooves, and last but not least to @the-confuktor for creating this amazing AU and allowing me to write this story for you.

#dead bird metro au #ahit fanfic #ahit dj grooves #ahit conductor #ahit bow kid #ahit hat kid #inspired by an au from #the confuktor

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vomitousmass · 12 days ago

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A Bucket of Blood (summary and review)

A creature is a creature or an artist. (SPOILERS)

We start out in a cafe for artists and beatniks, an obnoxious poet spouting out words, he's an asshole and that's made fairly clear fairly quickly. Our main character is a busser who idolizes these artists our asshole poet included. (There's also a fed but wtv he's sort just there for now.)

Walter (busser) is clearly "different" a little awkward, a little off, maybe autistic. He's the butt of the joke and an easy target for the poet and his boss. One coworker (Carla) looks after him. He aspires to be an artist.

He goes home in hopes of inspiration. Is bombarded by a nosey landlady and starts on dinner. He's sculpting and the sculpture isn't quite right, he gets frustrated, his dinner boils over and a cat is trapped in his wall.

In an attempt to free the cat he unintentionally kills it. In some sort of grief he sculpts the cat. He brings it early to work, and while people don't really believe he made it they tell him its good. They still talk down to him and aren't very kind or patient. His boss agrees to display it.

Asshole poet (Maxwell) takes the chance to give a monologue about Walter's art and now everyone LOVES Walter. Walter gets sent home. Before he can go home he gets VERY aggressively hit on by a regular. She refuses to let Walter leave empty handed and gives him DRUGS! WHILE A FED WAS WATCHING!

Fed follows Walter home and (accidentally) pays for it. (ALSO the fed licks up a little bit of HEROIN.) Nosy ass landlady can't mind her business. At all. And after all the cat business Walter has been affirmed in his sculpting skills and, well, sculpts a fed.

Boss man (Leonard) breaks the cat and finds out its got fur...they put out a missing persons notice on the fed. Leonard allows Walter to sit with customers and is acting strangely nice to Walter. He's told that the cat sculpture sold for quite a bit of money and is now antagonizing Walter about the next thing he'll sculpt. And when Walter says he sculpted a fed, Leonard gets nervous.

The cat didn't actually sell and now some dude is actually trying to buy it while Leonard is trying to call the cops to report his suspicion about Walter's art. Rich guy had enough money to convince Leonard to not snitch on Walter.

Carla is going to see Walter's art and Leonard gets scared and comes with her. Leonard nearly passes out at the sight of the sculpture. He says Walter can't display it out of panic and Carla says he should build up a collection and Leonard agrees thinking that it'd take YEARS for Walter to sculpt enough to display. He says he should do free form and not do realism since Walter's realism is so grim. Leonard gives Walter 50 bucks and sorta fires him.

Police start kicking around the cafe. Walter comes in in some artist get-up. And starts behaving a little...shitty. Maxwell decides to hang out with Walter and some woman who think she's all that comes and sits there and is shitty to Walter. She brags about being a model and asks Walter to "do her". She gets shittier with him and he says he doesn't like her and she starts bumming the mood.

Walter follows her home (yikes) so he can sculpt her. She agrees as long as he pays her fee. Walter puts her up in a chair and says he'll pose her. He has her naked except a scarf.

Walter wants to show Maxwell what he sculpted last night and everyone loves it again. Maxwell decides to host a party at the cafe for Walter. Leonard warns against getting drunk essentially telling Walter he knows how he sculpts.

At the end of his party Walter is stumbling home drunk realizing he's gotta sculpt again if he wants the attention and starts to look for a new "model". The next morning he brings by a sculpted head separate from the body, a news boy in the background says there's been a murder at the furniture factory.

Leonard shrinks away from the head and semi-confronts Walter. Walter however is too literal and does not realize this is what is happening. He does not know Leonard knows. Leonard says never mind all that let's do your show as soon as possible.

Walter asks Carla to walk with him to the show because he's got something to tell her. He asks her to marry him. She turns him down. Walter gets REALLY upset and asks to sculpt her.

During the show, Carla touches a sculpture and notices it has flesh and bone and fingernails, a person is buried beneath the clay. She tries to leave and Walter intercepts her. She tells him there's a body in the statue and he says he put it there. He says he'll do the same for her. She runs and he chases her.

The clay is getting a little too warm and people start to notice. Everyone knows now. People chase him chasing Carla and call the police. Walter starts hearing the voices of the people he killed.

Carla is no longer being chased but Walter still is. Walter ends up back at home and thinks maybe he should sculpt himself. They find him hanging in his apartment. The end.

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CW: ANIMAL DEATH, SUICIDE, MURDER, SLIGHT NUDITY

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Okay so, I have watched this multiple times. Maybe about 3. It's black and white, free on youtube and about an hour long. It is not very scary despite the topic being dark. There is very little gore, and it being in black and white makes that easier for some.

I think Carla is probably the only genuinely good person in the movie. Leonard is a coward too easily persuaded by money. Walter was bullied and desperate for attention but that is not how you get attention.

I think having the feds investigate drugs as a side plot is funny because it only acts as a way to make the police present and the suspense (I imagine this would be suspenseful in the 50s) greater.

Personally, the idea is interesting, I could not have predicted most of this and that is the reason I come back to it occasionally. Its not particularly good or entertaining but it is great background noise if you've watched it before.

Not bad but not great I guess is all I've got to say. Fairly middle of the road. 2 or 3 stars out of 5 sort of movie. No strong opinions but don't mind seeing it again.

#a bucket of blood #1959 #review #summary #spoilers #horror movies

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hospitalterrorizer · 1 year ago

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diary66

11/16-17/2023

thursday-friday

crazy how many airplanes i hear. entry will be short i feel like.

it's all stuff happening for formula one i think. lots of private jets supposedly. still not enough traffic here to fill these seats though, and tonight a part of the track destroyed a guy's car because it wasn't built correctly. literally not the driver's fault at all. insane stuff, a psychotic waste of money.

anyways i think i'm starting to start to feel better, but i did learn today that my cat is probably going to die soon. really sad about that. i haven't seen him in a while. he's had 12 years on earth, that makes me think he has wanted to live, to be here that long. whatever wanting means to a cat. recently my friend pulled this cat out of his car, he stuck himself to the bottom, near the engine, he was really scared he'd have to kill the animal, just drive away, but he managed to pull him out of the car. last night, i was looking at old videos of my cat, the day before finding out. strange things happening about cats lately. i am going to miss my cat. i've been missing him. our other cat died this year too. she lasted a good amount of time. but not a long time. she was adopted, she came to us ill, and we made her healthy, but she i guess quickly got unhealthy again, she overate a lot. so she was big, and maybe that made her live less than she could have. i was the one feeding them. whenever she wanted food i gave it to her. maybe i shouldn't have. when she came to us she was too skinny, she also died pretty skinny. but with lots of extra skin. our only cat left then will be this weird stray my stepdad picked up. we know nothing about his past. he is just a strange and well behaved guy, mostly, until he decides to mess with the others. but they won't be around to mess with. or the only other one won't be. it's been a long time since i've seen the cats. maybe i should visit just for my mom. i know this is all making her very upset. i also know that she has pigeons now that she takes care of, maybe they die easier, and maybe that's made her more used to it. i don't know if i hope so or not. mostly, i don't want my cat to really fall ill. he hasn't been eating, he has puked a lot. maybe it's momentary. he is a strangely strong animal. we got him from a family, while my cousin was moving and my mom was helping. this little girl ran up to her, and said: you take him, our dog will hurt him. so my mom did. the cat came to us with a broken tail because, i think probably to make sure a dog didn't kill him, someone shut a door too quickly, clipping his tail. that was in october of 2011, when my mom and i ran away from my stepdad for a while. he kept saying: it's the holidays, we have to be family during the holidays. i guess that was when it turned november, towards that time, we started living with my grandma. the cat was okay in that environment, her cats were funny but not too much. i think. or was that a second time we ran away for a while. it's funny how homeschool is really what enabled my mom to do that. since it was via computer, she could easily uproot me, and i didn't mind because i wanted to run away from him too. but we couldn't, for long. i think i inherited my mom's inability to work. it's something in my brain, her's too. there's no way to afford to take him to the vet. my stepdad lives off early(ish) retirement + money made off being a crossing guard during the school year. he doesn't even do photography stuff anymore i feel like. he has dreams of producing a book of photos of bighorn sheep to sell in giftshops. i guess i hope it happens.

i don't want to get into why we wanted to escape, but it's not like he beat us. it just made us feel less alive to be around him. that's how i felt i guess. i can't speak for my mother. my cat was something we couldn't get with him around, and since we got him while they split, he had to come back with us, it was conditional like that. stepdad of course says yes because he is desperate to not be alone. the cat got on well with the dogs when he got big enough. our cat is like a fragment of freedom from that time, i guess. for her, she is still not free. i am. it doesn't mean he means less, honestly i never thought about him like this, it's just true that he is. i wonder if it's more painful for her. in a lot of ways, she only said he was mine, to help me learn responsibility and stuff. i think it helped. in a lot of ways, he was her cat because he stayed with her a lot more, he slept in her bed usually, he would come to me though. i miss that. any time an animal was nice to me like that it really meant a lot. it still does.

i will miss you cruikschanks, when you do go (my mom named him (another reason he is in some ways her cat), that is how you spell it).

anyway i finished the main riff in that new tiny song, and started a new one. i think maybe there are either 1-2 more tiny songs needed by this album, and then i can just, focus, i guess. i want the last 1-2 to really be 20-30 seconds at most each.

but it's hard to focus right now, because of all this stupid shit in my head. i just want to void out, i guess.

listening to jenny piccolo, the discog comp, studying riffs kind of, or at least thinking i am. i just like hearing music that's like this.

anyway,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Soldier 76 and a reaper with a cat reader, tail, ears, cat vision (see at night, move quietly and hear well) forgive me if there was a similar request, my phone behaves strangely and therefore updates are not shown

You got it

Overwatch with cat s/o

Soldier 76

He's very intrigued by the way you look

He's also very impressed with how well you can see

He jokes that you have built in night vision

He loves being on missions with you because you're great conversation and you're one of the most efficient agents in his eyes

He is very protective over you but he's just worried because he loves it it's not personal I promise

Reaper

You're the only one who can sneak up on him

And it scares the crap out of him

Even though Reaper acts like he hates you it's just an act

You know this because every time you scare him he demands compensation through cuddles

He won't admit it but he loves it when you wrap your tail around his leg when you two are cuddling

Its so fluffy and he loves it

Don't mention any of this to him or else he'll get flustered and might catch fire with how much he's blushing

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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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Headcanons for SBI Sibling!Parrot Hybrid!Reader

(A/N): ope, went a little overboard with this one (also it’s not proofread, so sorry about any mistakes)

You have wings on your back (the feather pattern depends on what parrot floats your boat)

If you’re a Scarlet Macaw, Blue-and-Yellow Macaw, or Chestnut-Fronted Macaw, then you have black lines on your cheeks and heavy black lines around your eyes (think Hawks from bnha but less pointy)

If you are a Hyacinth Macaw, you have yellow markings around your eyes and mouth

If you’re a cockatiel, you have a killer mohawk/hair that is always very pointy and orange circles on your cheeks (how cute!)

I have a feeling that your hair is incredibly soft

Very sensitive wings

I feel like your teeth would be sharp and your nails would normally be fast-growing, long, and sharp

You tilt your head like impossibly far when you’re confused or trying to hear something better

Like your ear would almost be touching your shoulder

The head movements are very jerky and kinda just happen on their own when you hear something so you would have a lot of neck pain : (

You’re allergic to chocolate : (

I feel like people would underestimate you greatly and think you’re nothing except the ditzy comedic relief

Parrots are actually very intelligent

It bums you out to hear people say things like that behind your back when they think you can’t hear, but you try to not let them get to you

You give the best cuddles and are very affectionate with the people you’re close to (you’re also very cautious of strangers)

You’re also very in tune with the emotions of the people around you

You see someone sad? Head nuzzles and wing hugs

You see someone angry? You deescalate the situation the best you can and make sure they’re ok afterwards

You can dilate and contract your pupils rapidly at will

You may or may not stare at people doing it until they notice you staring or until they get creeped out

You fuck hard with any type of seed, nut, or fruit

When you get excited, it’s literally so cute??

Like you do everything parrots do

Little happy pitter patters with your feet, flutter your wings, your pupils contract and dilate rapidly, you make a ton of mob sounds

You’re easily excitable, hyper, and happy most of the time

It makes everyone happy to see you so excited so they would often go out of their way to get you things that make you happy

“Hey (y/n) I have some extra melon seeds if you want em!”

*Pupils contract and dilate rapidly*

You are loud

Like very loud

And very talkative

Like everyone knows where you are at all times

If you’re quiet and they know you’re around, either something is very wrong or they’re about to get pranked

God forbid you start to scream, your scream is loud enough to deafen someone for a brief amount of time and would leave everyone’s ears ringing for days on end

The mere mention of yours and Tommy's names together in one sentence is enough to give Philza a headache (someone give this poor man a couple of advils and a long vacation)

You two are literal demons when you’re together

Very chaotic relationship

You both like to fuck with people by sneaking up behind them

You would make mob sounds and Tommy would jump them before you two made a break for it

You and Tommy almost got killed by Techno a few times, but in your opinion the look on his face was 100% worth it every time

I feel like you would cart him up and down from the towers he builds

He could relate to being stereotyped as the stupid loud one, so he recognizes right away when you’re sad about it and will try to cheer you up

His main go to is the jukebox

Oh my god if he plays his jukebox around you, you go full send with your dancing

*AGGRESSIVE HEADBANGING*

He would laugh at your awful dancing, but he would join you eventually

Cat and Mellohi go hard

Speaking of music, Wilbur uses you as a walking soundboard

He needs a sound sample? You better prepare for spending most of your day recreating the sound

He needs back up vocals? You spend most of your day listening to his voice and other singers so you could replicate it

You don’t want to disappoint him so you try extra hard to appease his picky music composition

You kinda stress yourself out over it sometimes

When he notices (which he will, he’s very perceptive), he immediately calls it a day and has some sibling bonding time

You both bond over liking to eat strange things

Amazon macaws like to lick clay deposits on riverbanks so you like to have some on you at all times to lick when you get stressed

Wilbur carries some in a bag in his pocket and you carry a bag of sand

Whenever one of you notices the other has a rough day, you give each other your respective stuff

You have to be sneaky with it though, Philza always takes away nonedible stuff from his children if he sees them trying to eat it (he has good intentions tho)

It always looks like a drug deal

With Techno, I feel like he would find you incredibly annoying at first with how loud you are

He would actually start to hate you when you started to sneak up behind him

It got to the point to whenever he would hear your voice he would get irrationally mad and have to leave the house for a few hours

He, like everyone outside your family, would think you were useless and incredibly stupid

That was until he passed Tommy’s room one day and overheard you crying and telling Tommy about your insecurities

He would spend the next few days ignoring you bc he felt bad

He would spend those days contemplating on why he treated you like he did

Coming to the realization that you were likely trying to get closer to him and you were just being yourself, making him feel like the biggest piece of shit

He totally had no idea how to confront you about this, so naturally he went to Philza (that man was literally so happy that his children were gonna start to get along)

He would spend the day gathering golden melons because he found out that you’d never tried golden melons before from Philza

When he approached you one day with an apology and some golden melons, you were suspicious at first

He hated you, so why would he get you these things if he didn’t need anything from you?

Quickly finding that his apology is genuine and he felt incredibly bad for treating you like that over the years

You picked up on his guilt pretty quickly and made quick work to reassure him

He would take you on short trips and would soon find that you’re very useful in detecting mobs and deterring creepers with cat noises

He would never admit it, but he loves it when you would scare Tommy or Wilbur, thinking it’s hilarious

You also found out that carrying a seven and a half foot tall piglin hybrid was incredibly difficult to do, especially when flying

You two managed to get only about ten feet above the ground before your wings gave out under the strain and you fell on him

“(Y/n) has earned the achievement ‘When Pigs Fly’” flashed on everyone’s comm tablets that day

That wasn’t fun trying to explain to Philza

Philza would be ecstatic to have someone to fly with that he didn’t have to carry

He would take you on flights when you had too much energy

Sometimes racing each other and competing to do tricks midair (which sometimes you both rope your brothers into judging)

Late night flights when you need to get your mind off from something

Watching the sunrise together in silence for once

Bonding over being able to see ultraviolet light when everyone else couldn’t

You always give him the shiny things you come across and he gives you your favorite snacks

He always fusses over your wings, sometimes preening them for you

Helping each other through molts

Matches your excitement sometimes when you’re really happy

You feel bad whenever you hear stories of how difficult you were as a baby

He’s quick to reassure you that raising you was worth it and you turned out to be a great person

But he wouldn’t be lying when he said you were a difficult infant

Your terrible twos stage? His literal hell

Philza swears he can still hear ringing from whenever you would throw tantrums as a toddler, even years after you left your toddler age

He also still has some scars from when you went through your biting phase (teething was awful for you, his poor baby)

But he’s happy he was the one that raised you, he genuinely enjoys your presence

If you’re in a really affectionate mood he is more than willing to let you cuddle up to him while he reads a book or something

WING HUGS WING HUGS WING HUGS WIN-

When he’s had a long day and is stressed out, you immediately pick up on that and do everything in your power to make sure your brothers are quiet and behaved, try to find out what made him so stressed, and sometimes go out of your way to take care of it for him

You try to be the one taking care of him for once as much because he’s taken care of you so well throughout the years

He can tell if you’re overwhelmed or upset just with one glance at your ruffled feathers and your rapidly dilating and contracting pupils

Immediately pulling you out of the situation and letting you talk it out

Whenever he finds you sad about your insecurities, he points out every part of your personality that he loves

That’s before he hunts down the person that made you feel like this (he really lives up to his title of ‘The Angel of Death’)

Overall, you wouldn’t trade your family for the world

#sbi x reader #sleepy bois x reader #sleepy bois inc x reader #philza x reader #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot x reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt x reader #headcanons

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vikkirosko · 3 years ago

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Hi, my first time here.Helluva Pet! with Blitz, Loona and Stolas (with Stella if you write to her) being the reader's pets, please?

Hello. I really hope that I understood your request correctly. If not, please write about it

Platonic headcanons Pet

😈 Blitzø x Reader 🐴

When you found a cat under your door, you were surprised. But you loved animals and could not leave the poor cat to its fate

You quickly realized that the animal you sheltered was unusual. The cat was very smart and playful. Blitzø, which is exactly what you called, was affectionate, but harmful

It liked to climb into places where you didn't even think it would climb. It tore up toys in the shape of birds, but it loved to look at horses when they were shown on TV

Your life has become much more fun with the advent of Blitzø. It saw when you were sad and tried to cheer you up. It was affectionate, although he could playfully cling to your hand. But you still loved your pet

🐺 Loona x Reader 📱

When one day you found a big dog in your yard, at first you were scared. She looked formidable. But you felt sorry for dog. You brought dog something to eat. The dog still looked at you with disbelief, but allowed you to come closer. On the dog's neck was a collar on which her name was written. The dog's name was Loona

At first, you fed Loona until it began to live with you. You liked dogs, even though Loona had a difficult character. It often took up the entire sofa, could growl at you, but it never tried to bite you

The dog got attached to you, but she didn't really like your friends. Loona could growl at them. Your friends were afraid of your dog. It seemed creepy to them

Even though your dog was creepy, you loved it. Loona was part of your family and you wouldn't have traded it for anyone else

🦉 Stolas x Reader 🎩

When you woke up one night from a knock on the window, you were scared. You found the strength to pull back the curtains and look out the window. An owl was sitting outside the window

You opened the window. The bird has moved to your windowsill. You've never seen an owl so close, so you were curious. The bird behaved as if it was tame, you were even able to pet it. The owl began to fly to you almost every night, which was strange on the one hand, but great on the other

You named the owl Stolas. The bird was very affectionate and adored your touch. Stolas really liked it when you stroke him. You weren't sure that this is how owls usually behave, but Stolas was very clingy

You were not sure that Stolas was your pet. The owl came quite often, but you didn't keep the bird at home. Stolas was free and could fly in and out whenever it wanted, but despite this, it always flew to you and you were always happy with the company of your feathered friend

🦉 Stella x Reader 👑

When you found the wounded owl, you were excited. You didn't want the bird to be hurt, so you carefully brought it into the house. To your surprise, the owl did not resist

You took care of the bird, trying not to make it worse. It wound was not serious, so there were no problems, but you decided to keep the bird with you until it finally recovers

You named the owl Stella. The bird behaved like a real person of royal blood, which seemed even cute. Stella was very picky about food and always looked down on all the guests. You were the only one to whom the bird was condescending

Stella treated you really well. Sometimes you thought that you were her pet. You rejected these thoughts, but one look at Stella let's understand that it was the right thought

#Helluva Boss #Helluva Boss x Reader #Helluva Boss headcanons #Loona #Loona x Reader #Blitzø #Blitzø x Reader #Stolas #Stolas x Reader #Stella #Stella x Reader

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pcvensies · 3 years ago

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*.• Si vis amari.

II. The Sun.

in which 18 year old gojo satoru is left in charge of 6 year old fushiguro megumi and 8 year old tsumiki fushiguro, with the help of 17 year old nanami suki (oc).

word count: 3280

I. The Moon.

Soft light crept through the curtains, and Suki turned around to protect her sleepy eyes, stretching her whole body as she groaned, legs shaking as she did. She scratched her head, hair falling on her eyes, and the blonde sat up, eyes getting used to the new light of the room before a voice interrupted her awakening.

“Gojo I told you you’d sleep on the floor, get the fu-”.

Kento opened his eyes, hair messy and an angry expression plastered in his face. But his sight found only his twin, instead of the white haired boy.

The blonde was as confused, looking around and finding herself in a room different to the one she had fallen asleep into.

They both got up, Suki opening the windows and Kento making the bed.

“Though you were taking the couch”.

“I did”, she answered, looking through the window, rolling her eyes at the thought of Satoru changing places with her.

The blonde walked to her bedroom, opening the door to a sleeping Fushiguro on her bed, the kid snorting peacefully. She closed the door again, and this time walked to the living room.

It was empty, and so was the kitchen, and Suki felt her stomach sink. Had Gojo simply left them with the kid? It didn’t sound like him, but neither did this whole situation. He was acting very strangely, honestly, maybe…

She shook her head, shaking the thought away, and walking to the kitchen to make breakfast.

“Any idea where Gojo is?”, she asked out loud, making coffee.

“Nope”, her brother replied, rubbing his eyes as he sat at the kitchen table, “But he better be back to get the kid”.

Suki poured two coffees, one with milk and the other black, and sat in front of her brother, as he opened a bag of croissants that rested on the table.

“Can you get the juice from the fridge?”, Kento asked, earning a groan from his twin.

“Could have said before I sat down, couldn’t you Ken?”, she complained, as her hand found the fridge door.

Stuck with a magnet, a note caught her attention: “Call me when u wake up, we have something to pick up. Bring hedgehog kid! -Toru xx”. The girl sighed, throwing the note to her brother’s head as she sat back down with the juice box.

Kento read it and didn’t bother asking, he simply poured two glasses of juice, croissant hanging from his mouth as he did so.

The twins had breakfast in silence, still waking up, throwing glances at each other that they understood like words.

“This is crazy”.

“I mean, it’s Gojo we’re talking about. Of course it’s crazy”.

Kento snorted softly.

“You sure it’s a good idea? You can handle it, Sue?”.

The girl looked away, rolling her eyes in the process, and got up to prepare a cup of chocolate milk, ignoring her brother’s worried glances.

But Kento couldn’t ignore his worry. His sister and himself had been through enough, and the past months had been very rough on Suki. He didn’t want her to put any more pressure on herself, with all the missions they were giving her.

He couldn’t ask her again before Suki had already left the room, opening the door of her bedroom again, and walking to open the blinds slightly.

The sun filled the room with small squares of light, just enough to allow the blonde to locate everything around her.

She crouched next to the bed, gently shaking the kid, calling him softly as he started to open his eyes, covered by his messy raven hair.

“Good morning, Fushiguro… Breakfast is ready, and I’ll run you a bath. We’ll meet up Gojo later”.

The kid rubbed his eyes as he sat up, looking at his surroundings in an initial post-sleep confusion, but soon nodding at her words.

Suki noticed he had one of her old plushies next to him, a fluffy panda whose left ear had been lost to a dog in the park, but she didn’t say anything, simply getting up again and fully opening blinds and windows this time.

She made the bed as the kid left, and closed the door to put on some clothes. She then did her make up (there’s no reason why a strong sorcerer shouldn’t look good, if death is always around the corner anyways), and braided her hair, before heading to the bathroom to prepare the bath for the kid, and brush her teeth.

It wasn’t that different from her usual morning routine, she realised, and it hadn’t even been that much work to get Megumi to get up. He maybe wasn’t the sweetest kid, but he was as well behaved as one could expect.

And, being honest with herself, as he walked in the bathroom with sleepy eyes, and chocolate milk all over his face, Suki didn’t even mind having him around that much.

She put some towels in the towel warmer, left the kid’s clothes in the sink, and exited the bathroom to pick up her car keys, and her phone from the couch, eyes opening wide at her new lockscreen: a selfie Gojo had taken with her sleeping figure that night.

She unlocked it, searching for his name on her contact list, while Kento washed the dishes in the kitchen, the sound of the water making the girl walk to the balcony.

“Oh good morning, Susu”, Satoru greeted her through the phone.

“Morning, Gojo. Fushiguro is taking a bath, once he’s finished and ready we’ll go… What’s all this about? You didn’t stay for breakfast”.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry about that. Needed to do something first thing in the morning”, he simply said, avoiding the main question, “I’ll send you an address, yeah? And we’ll meet there, let's say… in an hour?”.

“Mhm, sounds good to me. Want us to bring something? I’m taking the car”.

“Stop to get something sweet for breakfast… It’s very important- no, crucial, to the plan”.

Suki rolled her eyes, but agreed, and she hung up when the bathroom door opened. She chuckled softly at the kid, wet hair falling on his eyes, and put her phone in her back pocket to grab the towel from his hands.

The kid looked up at her through the wet strands, like a cat who’s been caught by the rain, and Suki threw it over his head, drying his hair gently.

“If you don’t dry your hair well, you'll catch a cold, kid. And it will look weird”.

“I don’t care how it looks… Are we going to get the big baby now?”, the boy said, referring to Satoru, and earning a laugh from Kento.

“Yeah, Gojo wants us to go to an address… Here”, the girl explained, showing the kid the message, “We’ll go in my car and-”.

The kid’s face had changed, and Suki stopped talking, confused. He looked away from her and the phone, his energy switching to a weary one.

Just then, the blonde girl looked back at the text message, clicking on the address. It was a primary school.

“Fushiguro… Do you know why Gojo is sending us to a school?”.

“It’s not my school, I was kicked out…”, even his voice was different, “But, uhm-...”

“It’s my sister’s”.

( . . . )

The white haired boy waited outside, back pressed against the wall of the school’s entrance.

Mothers and older sisters were starting to gather around, waiting for their kids and siblings outside, some of their eyes caught by the handsome boy that stood unbothered under the sun, scrolling down his phone.

He looked up, blue eyes shielded by his round sunglasses meeting a pair of brown ones. The girl blushed, looking away immediately, and Satoru smirked as he looked around, looking for Nanami’s car this time.

A black Citroen C3 took the corner, and Satoru waved at it, signaling Nanami to park in front of where he was.

He put his phone in his pocket, followed by his hands, and he started walking towards the car. But then he felt it, Six Eyes sending him a very clear message right there: Nanami was angry. Very angry.

“Gojo Satoru, how could you do this to us?!”, she yelled, followed by the younger Fushiguro.

Gojo opened his eyes in surprise, knowing exactly what she was doing. They wanted to embarrass him.

“I work TWO jobs just to keep us all going, I offered to help you with YOUR mistress’ kid after SHE left YOU, and you don’t even have the guts to tell me… there’s ANOTHER KID?!”.

All the girls that just minutes before eyed him up and down, now looked at him with disgust, and Gojo felt his cheeks grow redder by second.

“Nanami-san has done so much for us, and you still lied to her, you’re gross!”, Megumi added, pulling up his best distressed kid act.

At the entrance of the school, a teacher waited with the few kids that hadn’t left with their horrified parents already. Behind a tall, blonde boy, a small girl with a dark ponytail looked at Megumi with confusion.

Megumi ran to her, the teacher recognising the problematic child as her brother, and didn’t bother asking who the screaming teenagers were. She had heard about the Fushiguro sibling’s parents, so she wasn’t surprised nor doubted that everything the blonde was yelling was true.

It didn’t seem too strange for Tsumiki’s mother to have had an affair and fled, and it was known by everyone at the school that Megumi’s father had been out of the picture for almost a year now.

She did, however, feel bad about that poor girl. She looked truly hurt, and having to take care of a kid like Fushiguro…

“But Suki I-“, Gojo tried to get her to shut up, eyes apologising with urgency.

“Get in the car Satoru, I can’t even- I can’t even look at you right now. Let’s go kids”.

Megumi and his sister were soon sitting in the back of the car, followed by Suki, and lastly by Gojo.

The younger boy looked at Suki through the mirror, and the girl met his eyes, before they crashed into laughs, much to Gojo’s displeasure.

When they calmed down, and Suki apologised to Gojo with the cinnamon rolls she had bought, Megumi explained the situation to his sister. How their father wasn’t going to come back, and neither was their mother.

Tsumiki was very scared at the beginning, for the both of them, but when the pretty blonde senior pulled up at their apartment, and called Megumi by his name, she felt very relieved.

Megumi never let anyone call him by his first name, as he didn’t like it. Only she herself was allowed, as she didn’t really remember her mother or his father being around that much anyways. But if he let that girl do it too, then she was truly trustworthy.

“Megumi, why didn’t you tell me about Tsumiki, hm?”, she asked, and the little girl felt shy under her intimidating eyes.

“I dunno”, he shrugged a little, inexpressive eyes on hers, “I didn’t think I’d stay with you for too long, she’d have been okay with the neighbours until I got ba-”.

Tsumiki gasped when the blonde girl put her hand on Megumi’s head, messing his hair. But to her surprise, her brother didn’t do anything more than sighing and rolling his eyes, starting to walk towards the building, followed by the girl.

She looked at them with big eyes, then up at the white haired boy, who gave her a big smile.

“Did you know Toji?”, the little girl asked him, as they too started walking.

“Mhm. Before he decided to leave forever, he asked me to keep an eye on ‘Gumi. You know, ‘cause he can be kiiiinda problematic sometimes”.

The little girl laughed, nodding shyly, and the boy’s smile grew. At least this one liked him.

They walked to the apartment door, slightly open as Megumi was inside, while Suki stood in front of the door next to it, talking to an old woman.

She bent down, hands pressed together, as she thanked the lady who looked at her with a sweet, warm smile.

“Thank you so much for taking care of them these past months, Hosho-san. My husband and I will take on from here... We found out a few days ago about what happened to Fushiguro-san and his wife… and we came all the way from Kioto just yesterday. I hope they haven’t been too much work, and my husband is more than willing to help with any economic matter that they can have caused to your family”.

Gojo smirked at her words. Suki’s ability to create stories to get them out of trouble had been saving their asses for years now, and it never stopped amazing him. Plus, pretending that Fushiguro senior was a family friend, and they were a young marriage taking the kids, was the perfect story to keep away anyone suspicious of them.

“Oh, no, no, dear. They’re wonderful, please don’t worry about anything. It’s more than enough to know that someone will be taking proper care of them from now on”.

Suki nodded and gave the old woman a smile, before Gojo wrapped his arm around her, chin resting on top of her head.

“Megumi is already picking up his things, baby. Why don’t you go help him and Tsumiki while I thank Hosho-san here?”.

He also gave the lady a smile, a charming, sweet one, and the woman blushed softly with a chuckle. Suki smiled, rolling her eyes as she walked in, leaving the white haired boy to continue adding to their story so she could help the kids without any other neighbour coming around.

Tsumiki was sitting in the living room, a yellow bag with white flowers already prepared on the floor. It didn’t take too much for anyone to realise Megumi had prepared it for her, as he walked in first and was still starting his.

The blonde girl sighed softly, sitting on the couch next to the little girl, who put her hands on her own lap, holding them together to hide the way they were slightly shaking.

Suki wasn’t sure about Megumi’s plan, using his first name so Tsumiki would see her as someone of trust, but at least they had found her.

“Tsumiki-”.

“Thank you for taking us in, Nanami-san!”, the little girl almost yelled, head down.

Nanami looked at her with soft eyes, a little smile plastered on her face as she nodded.

“Would you like me to braid your hair like mine, while we wait? I think it’d look good on you, Tsumiki”.

Her hair was almost matted, knots making it impossible to even try to brush it. The little girl sobbed when the scissors started snapping, balls of blonde hair falling at her feet.

The also young boy sighed deeply as he continued to cut his sister's hair, both of them eight by the time.

“It’ll grow again, healthier”.

“I look like a boy!”, the little girl sobbed harder.

Her brother sighed, holding her in his arms, and shook his head.

“When it grows again, I’ll learn how to braid it okay? I promise. You won’t need mom to do it. I will do it”.

The little girl sniffed softly, rubbing her eyes with her little shaky hands, but nodded.

“Thank you, Ken”.

The little girl looked up at her with bright eyes, nodding her head fast and excitedly, and Suki signaled her to go get a hair brush and a ribbon, which the little girl ran to do.

Her hair was lighter than Megumi’s, not exactly black, but a dark shade of brown, very straight and shiny. She was too young to have any heat damage, and Suki brushed it carefully, as the younger girl looked at their reflection on the TV while sitting as still as she could.

From Megumi’s bedroom, Gojo stood against the door frame, moving his eyes from the kid to the girls. Suki had managed to calm down the little girl immediately, and she had gotten Megumi to collaborate with her all day.

She had a weird talent he didn’t have. He could make Tsumiki laugh, and could get Megumi to follow him, but he couldn’t get them to relax, to trust like Nanami had in a night and barely an hour.

Satoru opened his mouth to speak, just in time for Suki’s phone to start ringing. On top of the screen, a name popped up: Kitamura Nagisa.

Suki finished tying the ribbon to the little girl’s braid, and just then realised she had forgotten her plans for the day, a wave of anxiety hitting her like a truck.

“Your phone’s ringing, Suk- Oh”, Gojo spoke, watching her sit there, blocked, phone in hand, “What are you doing?”.

The blonde girl simply signaled him to shut up, taking a deep breath before picking up.

“Hey, Nanami”, the boy’s voice was raspy, and Suki sighed softly at it, ears turning red just by the sound, “Are you okay? I sent you like twelve messages, are we still meeting for lunch? I’ve been waiting here for fifteen minutes now”.

Suki bit her lip, looking at the kids, both of them ready now as Megumi walked out of the room with his bag.

“I- Uh… I am so sorry, Kitamura, I should have called you but something important came up, and I… I forgot completely”.

The boy chuckled softly, Suki’s embarrassment noticeable in her voice.

“No worries, Nanami… Is everything okay? Anything I can help you with?”.

“Hm… actually just… a family friend passed away!”, she spit out, and in front of her, Gojo raised an eyebrow, not understanding why the Suki was so nervous.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Nanami, I had no idea”.

Suki sighed. She didn’t want to lie to Nagisa. But she definitely couldn’t tell him the truth.

“Thank you, it’s just… He had two kids, and he didn’t have any more family… So it was either Kento and I , or my parents taking them in…”, she almost whispered the last part, avoiding Satoru’s confused gaze, “So you know, we kind of had to do it. A friend and I are helping them with their stuff right now”.

All she got for a minute was a hum, and silence, her heart beating faster than ever before inside her ribcage.

“Why don’t we have dinner together then, yes? I’ll bring take out, and I’ll help you get everything ready”.

Gojo frowned at his words. He had heard Nanami and Shoko talk about that boy, Kitamura, before. But he didn’t know the blonde girl and him were close like that, to have secrets that he apparently didn’t know.

It’s not like it angered him, or anything, he’d explain, it just annoyed him that Suki hadn’t told him. Yeah, that was it, and that’s that.

“You don’t mind? Kento will be home…”.

“And so will I! Is it a problem, Kitamura, huh?”, Satoru’s voice rose over Suki’s, getting a death glare from the girl.

“Not a problem at all. Any friend of Nanami is of mine”, the boy replied, and one could feel the smirk in his voice, “See you tonight then, Suki. You too, dude”.

And with that, Nagisa hung up, leaving a cold ambience in the room between Suki and Satoru, that made even the kids shiver.

n/a: i did say slowburn and i intend on keeping my word thank u v much SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG ON UPDATING :( the ending was shit but im SO TIRED forgive me ily <3

taglist: @expectoscamander @tsun444mi @helvegen-s @theworldis-ahead @evans-dejong @crzyinluve

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galaticrow546 · 3 years ago

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Breaking news: local artist finally finishes another fic he started and actually tried his best ( also breaking news: i actually write fics, i just dont finish many of them :') )

Anyways here is a little thing i wrote ( quite badly but i tried ) about the Idea of "Dream is small but he still get to keep his memories"

Its so hard to edit the story on Tumblr mobile what ;-;-

Btw i forgot mostly of what happened in OSD so It might be a little strange sorry-

Anyways, OSD belongs to @calcium-cat

Pain, thats all Dream felt for a moment, he twisted and shifted, trying to make the pain go away, even If It was for a while, It was also really dark too, he has no Idea what Night made him drink, but he doesnt feel good.

He felt panic as he noticed his conscience slipping away, as he panicked around, he felt a huge pain going through his entire body as he fainted.

…

After moments, he woke up again, as he slowly got up, he kept hissing at the pain that still jolted through his entire body:

-"Ugh, this sucks" thought the little guardian, "I wonder what Night gave me", as he thought, he opened his eyes slowly and blinked a few times before brushing his hands on his face to try and stir himself more awake, but he swears his hands felt...different.

As he opened his eyes, he took a glimpse at his hands, his tiny gloved hands looked smaller than usual, he turned around slowly to find his oversized clothes laying around him, and the clothes he was wearing weirdly looked like the clothes he wore when he was younger, as the realization crept in, Dream slowly realized what just happened, as panic began to grow inside him, he nervously touched his own hand and face while searching for a mirror.

It didnt take long before he found a small, partially broken mirror laying around the room he was in:

-"...It's becoming increasily obvious...I can deny It no longer…"

And, with a tired and defeated breath, Dream spurted out:

-"I am small"

Dream sat back while crossing his arms, how on earth would he even survive here with this size? he needed to come up with a solution fast, before anyone dangerous come-

*click*

Dream's eyes widen at the sound of the door being opened, as he panicked inside, he quickly jumped somewhere to hide, and for now, he needed to be careful to not be spotted.

-"Ugh, now to see how Dream is-"

Night paused, looking at the clothes laying around, It was silent, too silent, he walked over and grabbed a fistfull of Dream's present cape as he began searching for any trace of Dream, but his expression slowly began changing from a calm and neutral face to a worried and panicked one, he moved on from the clothes and began to search around the room, Dream cant be dead right? It was only a magic repressor he gave him after all.

Dream quietly watched from afar, and with a determined face, began to crept closer to Nightmare, ready to jump out and hopefully succeed to escape, a moment passed before Night got a surprise attack from a screaming skeleton toddler, he climbed Night in a rush while he was trying to get Dream out with force, and eventually, the guardian was caught by one of Nightmare's tentacles, as the cyan eye began analizing him, Dream tried to angrily break out of the tentacle's grasp, constantly trying to bite and punch It, It was quickly getting tiring.

Night watched the toddler scream and struggle silently, his face with an serious expression, Dream quickly looked at him angrily and tiredly as he spoke out:

-"Night...I will..ugh...I will break free, let...let me go"

Night listened silently and looked to the side like he was thinking, and with a wide grin, Night answered Dream's request:

-"...no"

Dream gave a tired sigh at the response as the silence between them remained, well, until a particular oreo came in the room in a rush:

-"Night are you ok? I heard screaming-"

Cross paused and stared at the scene, Night holding a toddler that looked like Dream on his tentacles and the toddler looking defeated and tired, It also looked so dirty too, Cross looked at Night silently and confused, Night sighed as he started:

-"Cross, believe It or not, this is Dream...yeah, i know its confusing, and i dont exactly know what happened to him, but trust me, its him"

The toddler tiredly looked up at the ex-royal guard, and shot him a tired but "ready-to-attack" glare, he knew he couldnt actually do much, but he could at least try.

Cross quickly spoke up:

-"...ok? Soooo you have no Idea what happened to him and he is just a toddler now", Night nodded calmly as the toddler looked seriously to the side, at this point, Dream just wanted to sleep, or at least take a nap, and the tentacle had a really tight grip so struggling was quite Impossible.

Night glared at Dream and gently approached him with a wide grin on his face, as Dream looked at him motherfuckerly:

-"awwww, the little kid right here wants to take a nap?" Said Night mockingly.

"No, i dont, let me go Night" spat Dream rudely.

"Not happening little pal, you're staying here until i decide what to do with you" grinned Night maliciously

Dream stayed silent at Night's response, but still kept glaring angrily at Night.

-"anyways, perhaps we should introduce our new pal here to the rest of the team since It might take a while for us to decide what to do, shall we?"

-"yeah, sure"

As Night walked towards the door, Dream looked at Cross with such a serious look that surprised Cross a little, he didnt expect the toddler to suddenly look at him while he follows Night, Cross glared at Dream back, but this only seemed to make Dream look offended, they both kept "fighting" with shooting each other daring and sometimes offensive looks.

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-"stop hitting me!"

Cross was having a hard time with bathing Dream, it seems that the little guy wouldnt give up so soon, It would be a miracle If he even behaved a little, but everytime Cross tried, Dream kept hitting him as hard as he can, and he also seemed very panicked whenever Cross succesfully held him, and then resorted to squirming and throwing water at him, honestly, Cross just wishes this would end soon.

-"I will not stop fighting!, leave me alone at once foul wench!"

Cross looked at him silently as Dream looked back with equal seriousness, they both stayed in silence until Cross handed him the soap and the sponge, as Cross tiredly got up to leave, Dream whispered at him silently:

-"......thank you"

Cross looked back at him with a questioning look, as Dream seemed to ignore the glare, he silently looked away as he left the bathroom, but not before whispering back:

-"......yeah...no problem"

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Cross was eating his dinner happily, well, until Night requested him to call Dream for dinner, since he didnt come down from his room for a while, Cross lazily walked towards the room Dream was given, and then knocked on the door a few times:

-"Dream? You there buddy? Come eat dinner, hope you like soup"

The bedroom stayed silent, Cross knocked a few more times:

-"ok buddy listen, im not joking, Night is telling me to come and get you to get down for dinner"

A faint shuffling was heard from inside the bedroom, Cross waited a while before deciding to turn around the doorknob and opening the door.

All he saw was a little toddler cuddling to the blanket It was given, It looked rather happy and comfy there, but It quickly opened his eyes to stare at Cross, and in turn, shift to sit on the comfy bed he was on:

-"ah, you have returned, welcome back" greeted Dream tiredly.

Cross stared at him confused, why would he even greet him after all of the chaos that happened today, perhaps he was so tired that he gave up on the thought of attacking him? Well, If thats the case, then at least he wont have to deal with a angry Dream.

Cross approached Dream slowly and quite cautiously, as Dream looked at him boredly, the blanket he was holding was quite fluffy though.

-"um, ok so, Night told me to get you to come down for dinner, now answer me, do you like soup?"

-"...hmmmm yeah sure, soup is nice"

-"uh right"

The silence was quite awkward, Dream seemed like he calmed down, but there was still a bit of cautiousness in him, seems like they werent getting his trust so soon.

-"...so, will you come down?"

Dream looks down, thinking carefully and silently before a grumbling sound coming from his stomach (???) broke the silence, Dream got spooked by the sudden sound and made a scared squeak because of It.

As Dream took some time to calm down from the sudden spook, he slowly stared at Cross:

-"...fine, I'll come down"

-"good, follow me, or dont, its your choice"

As Cross made his way to the door, Dream quickly got down from the bed and let go of the blanket he was holding at the entire conversation, following after Cross silently.

#toddler Dream #OSD #Nightmare sans #Cross sans #haha tiny bastard man is even more tiny #btw i wrote this as i am watching a deltarune chapter 2 stream and i decided to try and write something #keyword - tried #tumblr mobile kinda sucks to edit but eh #writing #my writing

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mrpenguinpants · 4 years ago

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Genshin: Mythos AU - Cat Xiao

Dancer Xiao? I’ve never heard of that but to be fair, I don’t really get out much. Cat Xiao Dancer tho 👀 This is valid and I fully accept it. I wrote a University AU a while back and if I ever make a part 2, I’d love to brainrot on this dancer idea. Speaking of, since I just started another royalty/mythos AU and I think this idea could slide into that.

Alright let me crack my knuckles a bit. You’ve got my brainworms running.

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Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ String Of Fate (Soulmate) ] [ Fainting ]

[ Genshin: Royalty AU ]

[Masterlist]

Note: The royalty and mythos AU aren’t completely connected together. But I am definitely taking ideas from each other.

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Mythos AU - Cat Xiao

Xiao was born and raised in the Huan tribe, a clan where its members were born with feline features, but it was an isolated group that was purposefully hidden away from human eyes. While most of the world was friendly towards hybrids, the threat of poachers and trafficking was still high that most hybrid clans hid away from the outside world. There was a misconception that hybrids could bring someone good luck or blessings so they were always hunted down to later sell to wealthy royals. In the case of the Huan, they had the ability to scare away misfortune.

Due to the old traditions and customs the Huan tribe carried, all males were raised to become warriors that could defend the tribe should any corrupted mage or human arrive to capture them. Therefore, Xiao was handed a spear before he even knew how to say his name properly. But surprisingly, Xiao was quite adept at the spear and learned quickly how to use it. He was flexible and nimble on his feet, being able to dash in and out and use his spear as a third extension of his arm to quickly disarm other peers his age. Making sure his tail kept his balance and his dilated eyes were focused on his opponent.

Perhaps it was the overconfidence the clan held in him or how lax the rules had become with the fall of poachers that the one moment Xiao strayed too far from home. He was suddenly enveloped in a pink gas that irritated his eyes and made his limbs drop dead. A mysterious green haired man appeared from under the ground, dirt and roots pushing aside to reveal him, as he smiled sweetly down at the growing Xiao. That sick smile was the last thing Xiao saw before he was knocked out.

When he awoke, he was suddenly thrown into an entirely different land that he wasn’t used to. The Huan was hidden away deep inside a cave of lamp grass that gave the entire area a slow blue glow. High up in the mountains where the air smelled of fresh mint. But there was too much orange and red that Xiao had to close his eyes from the bright and vibrant colours. His cat ears twitching at all the loud noises of people yelling about numbers and products. The stuffy air that was slowly choking him. Xiao tried to pull himself up only to see dendro bindings incasing him and he was still feeling the affects of that gas. He sighed and flopped back and tried to flex his arms into a more comfortable position as he tried to calm himself down. His tail slowly curling around him. Xiao only had a small break before the doors to his cage was suddenly thrown open and he was quickly yanked out of his cage onto the ground. The same mysterious green haired man smiled and nodded at him before turning back to a strange man wearing a mask, dressed in armour, and welding a spear.

Everything was happening too fast, before Xiao could get his bearing he was hauled up and dragged into a strange building and pushed into a room with several woman. There seemed to be a silent conversation he was missing before the woman pushed and pulled him every which way. Shredding his clothes and washing his skin and ears until he was rid of the grime he had been stained with from his “trip”. He was highly uncomfortable with all these foreign people touching him and dressing him but in his drugged out state he couldn’t do much besides trying to bat away hands when they were too forceful on his tail. Until he was finally dressed in a stiffy outfit with a too high collar, he heard it was called a Changshan from one of the woman, and was he lead to a private room and told to behave or else he would be killed on the spot.

At least Xiao had a chance to breathe. To take in his surroundings and bask in the peace and quiet. To think of how he could possibly get out of this situation. He knew how to fight, if he could get his hands on a weapon that those guards had, he might be able to escape and find a way to return to Huan. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, remembering what his teachers taught him, and opened them determined only to flinch back when a girl his age was already standing in front of him. While Xiao knew his yellow feline eyes were intimidating, this new girls scarlet eyes felt as they were crushing him this invisible pressure. Xiao quickly bit his tongue before it could let out a warning growl and subtly wrapped his tail around his leg in comfort.

It wasn’t until the girl stepped back and sat on a couch that Xiao realized she wasn’t alone. The same guard from before was beside her but his eyes were closed. Directing his attention back to the scarlet-eyed girl, she almost seemed amused at Xiao’s hybrid features. The cute twitches of his ears and nose, but she leaned back and gestured for Xiao to go on. Xiao just stared blankly at her, was he supposed to do something? He was only told to behave lest he be killed but he felt like he was missing something important. The girl tilted her head further and asked if he had any talents, if he knew how to dance perhaps?

Xiao didn’t know the first thing about what dancing meant to this kid, he was raised to know how to weld a spear. He was aware that weapon dancing was a thing, the Huan would always celebrate victories in hunting through spear dancing, but was he even allowed a weapon?

Xiao’s eyes darted towards the guards spear as he pointed towards it. The girl’s scarlet eyes seemed to light up in understanding, Xiao just noticed that her pupils were flower shaped, as she reached over and tugged at the guards sleeve.

“Hand him the spear,” the girl said as she pointed at the weapon in his hands and then back to Xiao. The guard just stared at her incredulously as the cheerful demeanor the girl held suddenly vanished as her face scrunched into an disgusted and annoyed expression. She reached over and yanked the spear out of the guards hand before tossing it to Xiao who scrambled to catch it before it ended up stabbing him in the foot.

“Was that so hard? You may go now. Bye bye!” she said as he proceeded to push the man out despite his protests, “Don’t you have anything important to do that isn’t here? Just go stand outside or something. Are you saying I can’t defend myself? I might poison your food if you say that you know!”

As she basically threw the man out and closed the door. She pattered her clothes down and re-adjusted her hat before turning around as she grinned at Xiao. Returning to her seat on the couch, she crossed her legs, folder her hands on top of her knees, and laid back as she nodded for him.

“Now, go on. I’m interested to see what you can do. Impress me kitty.”

Xiao could feel a very thin thread inside him snap at the nickname but tried to keep his emotions in check. His teachers always said he had a short fuse and one day it would get him in trouble. He was in an unknown place, surrounded with enemies, and he could feel that the drug wasn’t fully out of his system. So he stepped back to give him more room as he twirled the spear in his hands. It was similar to the Qiang spears he used back at home. Xiao breathed in deeply, breathed out, as he took his stance and raised the spear in front of him. The girl began clapping a tempo as he twirled and danced with the spear. Stepping in and out and thrusting the spear forward. At the last second, as he was twirling the spear over his shoulder, Xiao’s eyes dilated as he rolled the weapons off his neck and into his hands and thrusts it at the clapping girl. It didn’t surprise anyone when the girl’s grin turned wider as she kicked her leg out to knock the spear out of Xiao’s hand before she caught it. The girl simply studied the spear, the weight of it, before turning her gaze back to Xiao. He was standing with his arms crossed and looking at her unimpressed.

"Excellent performance," the girl nodded as she laid the spear on her lap to clap for him but when she didn’t get any change from Xiao she slowly stopped her clapping, looking at him confused.

“Why did you send that man away if you knew this would happen?” Xiao questioned. If her flower pupils didn’t give it away he could feel in the air that she was the same as him. A hybrid of some sort.

“Only an idiot would do something like that so I wanted to see if you would actually do it! You’ve managed to impress me which means you get to live,” the girl clapped her hands once more as if that was something Xiao should be happy about, “Isn’t that nice? One more day of freedom, well until Zhongli get’s his hands on you. Then you might be in a little trouble...”

“Wait hang on. What is going on? Where am I and who is Zhongli? Who are you?” Xiao quickly intercepted before the girl could go off on another tangent. Could he get a quick five minute break and have someone explain what the hell was happening? Didn’t this girl know he was basically drugged and kidnapped? Should that be something that communities deemed as wrong?

“Oh you poor Kitty. No one bothered to explain anything? This week is Golden week where everyone in Liyue is trying to tie the knot. Zhongli has preferred taste and as his trusted advisor, Hu Tao, it’s my job to select the most eligible spouse,” Hu tao nodded to herself after finishing her explanation. There was a beat of silence as Hu Tao blinked and looked back at Xiao. His ears and tail were stiff as a board as his mind was slowly processing the information. He blinked at her. Once. Twice. Before proceeding to pass out.

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This is not what you asked for and yet I still delivered. I just started writing and it became gay. I don’t even watch dramas but if this isn’t a plot to one. I’m going to be very disappointed. Every time I write Cat!Xiao it’s another drama. Feel free to sub anyone out for reader. I just wanted to stick to the lore and AU.

If you’re interested in the terms or the “lore” behind this AU. I added a read more below:

Disclaimer: I am not a Chinese historian so there is probably something wrong here.

Huan (讙)

Found on the Yiwang Mountains, a cat with the same build as a small mountain lion or lynx, except it has one eye and three tails. According to ancient depictions, the Huan cat has the uncanny ability to scare away misfortune.

Qiang

The most common long-handled spear used by Chinese soldiers. It is one of the earliest known battle weapons and was known as “the king of a thousand soldiers”.

Changshan

Similar to what Xingqiu wears, Changshan were introduced to China during the Qing dynasty. Changshan were a formal dress for Chinese men before Western-style suits became common in China. They are traditionally worn for formal pictures, weddings, and other formal Chinese events.

Adepti vs Yaksha

The Adepti and Yaksha are two different social classes. In this mythos AU, your worth and reputation is based on your celestial powers. Adepti are people that are reincarnations of celestial beings and can change into their animal variant. Meanwhile, Yaksha’s are people blessed by celestial beings. They only have the animal features and are weaker in terms of power. Yaksha’s are still powerful compared to a human but due to the misconceptions in Liyue, Yaksha’s are treated as possessions. Yes, this will change (if I write more on this AU) because equality is hot.

Hu Tao

To be fair, I originally wrote this as Zhongli talking to Xiao but it didn’t really make sense to me. Her role and relationship to Zhongli is similar to the genshin lore where she’s a massive headache to him. But Hu Tao knows how to do her job and is one of the few people that talks back to Zhongli that he appreciates her existence. She still has to walk the line carefully lest she actually offend him and get herself killed. She admires people like herself, people that aren’t afraid to stand up for themselves or surprise her, and she has a lot of fun pushing people to reach that state. She’s not very well liked because of this.

Zhongli

I’m going to say it. I fully believe Zhongli used to be a piece of shit before he met Guizhong. Maybe not intentionally but he doesn’t understand emotions or what empathy is. In this AU, he has some amount of capability to express himself except they are all entitled because he genuinely believes he is the strongest. He’s not inherently evil, just very trapped in his own world and understanding, and everyone is too scared to correct him. Besides Hu tao of course.

Baizhu

He’s a questionable doctor that works beside Zhongli. Just so long as Zhongli doesn’t poke his nose into his experiments, he doesn’t care what Zhongli does and vice versa. But because Zhongli is technically his boss, he’ll go and do some dirty work for whoever peaks Zhongli’s interest.

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This entire AU is my call out post for Mihoyo to drop more lore bombs. If you won’t give me the lore then I’ll write it myself. My request box is still closed but at this point, if you give me something to think about I’ll probably write it.

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tash-sho-sho · 3 years ago

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MC with a demiangel son

I would have rather have someone else to do it, but none of my favorite writers have their requests open >m< I had to do it by myself! My English isn't the best... so if you are reading this, you are warned! Also lesson, 4, 6 and 16 spoilers. Just in case, don't read it unless you are in lesson 21, ok? ♡

The demons were waiting patiently waiting for Barbatos to summon the new human exchange student who were, unlike Solomon, a normal human. A dazzling light invade the room and finally, the human arrived. What they didn't have in mind was that behind them, a small child of 5 years with a strange aura, almost too familiar for the demons in the room.

Mc stand in front of their son trying to protect him from the unknown beings, knowing very well they weren't even humans, and they won't hesitated to protect their child, even if that means to fight demons.

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Lucifer

Was a shock alone to have a human with a child, but the child having almost a... divine aura made Lucifer tense, what kind of human they brought to their program????!! And that child??? Lucifer sure will have an headache for the rest of the year. He is suspecting that child is not 100% human, he wants to throw them back to the portal. That's not a headache worth having, Diavolo!

Unfortunately for Mr. McPride, Diavolo thought they were perfect for the program, and he can't refuse an order from the next Demon King, the Prince being.... maybe too happy for his liking...

When they were in the House of Lamentation, he noticed Mc not living their son's side, and was especially aware of Mammon who was shouting saying this was a hassle and that the boy was too strange for him to protect... if they knew Mammon was stupid...

Later on what he was suspecting was confirmed... that wasn't in their human profile, he knew they had a son, let's be honest, but it didn't cross through his head that they had to bring him with them, and most importantly, he was half Angel, what Angel did Mc messed with?

Child well behave, he must admit, perhaps was because of his angelic parent, or because Mc was a really good parent. He never asked and Mc wasn't too fond of sharing information either.

He started to love Mc, so it was obvious he will also start to love their son, who was... a lap dog, just like Luke for Simeon. Baby angel will to follow him, Lucifer's head pats worth a lot 😤 and Lucifer may or may not invite him to sit on his lap while working, even sleep there, this boy is the calmness Satan--- well, cute angel warmth Lucifer's heart, even if he does not admit it.

He started to get worry, what if the Celestial Realm know about this half angel? Also, parent Angel didn't care or know about the consequences of falling in love with a human? Can you imagine having a child with a human? Now he is starting to believe not only their son is powerful, but also Mc, really, how can you make an Angel jeopardized their position for you?

Mammon

Hey! What does it mean he have to take care of two humans???? You know how he was complaining in the first call when Mc told him he was their caretaker? Well, he literally was screaming when Lucifer told forced him to watch two humans.

Mammon: I ain't watching humans for free!

Lucifer: What did you say, Mammon? :)

Mammon: Anything for you, big bro! ♡

Oí, Lucifer, what with this child? Why he have a pure presence? For a moment he begins to think human child were supposed to have that kind of power...

Parent Mc was alert of his every movement, he complained ALL. THE. WAY. BACK. To the House, he never shut up. That attitude last... three days. That boy was too well behaved for him to dislike him! And Mc was kind enough with him. He got attached really quick and was the first one who Mc trust enough let their guard down. His ego was over the moon and he started to use it against his brothers. Plus, this boy never called him dumb or idiot, that's Mammon's boy now, fight for your parent's right, Mc! He is stealing him.

He never suspect a thing until someone else point it out. Wait, do you mean my and Mc's child is not human? Like, completely? Everything started to make senses, that's why he was so.. so... divine? But, who is the angel?? He is curious and jealous, how did an Angel get to know Mc first than him? They audacity 😤😤 at least, they give to Mc a really lovely son. Always smiling for him and giving him homemade gifts. He cried a bit when the son gives him half of his cookie... He denied it, but everyone saw it. Don't worry humans, the Great Mammon is here to protect you!

Leviathan

He wasn't there, he was in his room playing games, not caring for the human he have to live with for the rest of the year. He only realized the human came with a pet when he ran to the front door to claim the money Mammon owed him.

Uhm... was that small version of the big human? Why it clings to the Mc like his life depends on it? Why his aura is SOO familiar? He wasn't prepare for that. Does it mean he have to socialized with no one, BUT TWO? He doesn't know how to talk to children!

He didn't care for them, and ignored both of them until they made a pact. He was lucky Diavolo had the decency to cover the boy's eyes when... you know... his jealousy took the best of him. Just like Mammon, he didn't thought much of it, but it made him think of his animes, those with a long ass name. Not that he mind enough because the child is his third player! Of course, Mc is his player number 2!

Henry and Henry Jr. That's his nickname now. He might be too young to play more complicated games, but don't worry guys, our shut-in have a lot of games, including family friendly. Be careful though... you might need to remind both of them to eat... and force your boy to stop playing... but overall, a really wholesome sight. If that's a beautiful sight, imagine them playing together with a cosplay....

The mini version of Mc is just as kind as them. He was scared at the beginning, fearing their son would hate him for being an otaku (sweety... you almost kill his parent...) but everything went well.

He was jealous because he had another parent besides Mc, can you imagine his surprise when he discovered he was half angel??? How he can win against an Angel??? Your tastes are too high for a worthless otaku like him! He is a demon, a fallen Angel! He needs reassurance, but if that's not your thing or it's not enough, just show him your baby puppy eyes, that's the trick ;)

Now, half Angel or not, Levi love the boy a lot. Do not fear, Mc! You have now Lotan to protect your baby!

Satan

Oh well, that's interesting. Lucifer's expression was enough to make Satan smile. He have to admit... A weak human trying to protect their child, that's cute, not that he cared enough to comment it. Satan is aware from moment 1 that this child can't be 100% human, much like Lucifer, but unlike him, he will not try to protect both of you if he isn't in charge, he will just see how much both of you can survive.

Poor, poor, Mc, they know a fake smile when they see one, and if it were for them, they will avoid their son to have any contact with him, especially since he is a half Angel, and Satan's not even trying to show interest to protect them, they can see his only interest is that their son have a unique presence, that's not helpful at all! I wouldn't trust him if I were Mc either.

Just like the rest of the brothers, when he started to get close to the Mc, same he does with Henry Jr. Both humans are like little kittens for him now. However, he ended up asking Mc if by any chance, their son was half something, he was surprised but not as much as Mammon or Levi, he kept the secret until it was revealed.

Bed stories now for the boy, or whenever he wants, Satan is more than happy to do so. There is nothing better than to share your knowledge and thousands of books with someone who's really interested in them, fortunately for our cat boy, the baby loves it, I mean, what can he expect from someone who came from the Mc? Surely nothing less, just pure kindness and beauty.

The child sometimes try to write stories for Satan, or read, but he struggles a lot, both Mc and Satan are dying out of cuteness while listening to him trying to read the stories his childish brain came up with. Cute? Childish? Cat onesie? Sure! The boy now have pajamas with cat prints in it. And prepare to have a future cat lover with Satan by his side!

He is worry for this child's future, just like the rest, but unlike the others, he was not an Angel nor he participated in the Celestial War. Satan might feel a little insecure because of this, he was never an Angel, and at least his brothers can share personal experiences with Mc and their son, not him. He will not show this side of him. Looking how Henry Jr. look at him and smile knowing he will tell him a story, it's hard to think he will care that Satan was born from Wrath.

Asmodeus

My, my! What a cute human they brought to the Devildom! With a child included! Wait, what?

That wasn't what he expect, they agreed with having just one human, do they have to rearrange everything to be child friendly? Asmo thought it was cute how their son look to everything really scared and holding Mc's clothing with his tiny hands. He did thought it was strange his son presence was slightly different from Mc, which made him a little more interested in their child than in Mc at first.

Lust close to their baby? Asmo! Chu, Chu! Stay away until Mc feels safe knowing you won't corrupt their son! Asmo lose interest very quickly, in 3 days. He was too focused on himself to pay attention to someone who he can't even be close to. He admitted the boy was great for Devilgram pictures but he was glued to Mc's leg, like he himself was a third leg and Mc take him to everywhere too, even the bathroom. That's until they trust Mammon enough to take care of him while they were out. And with Mammon there? Overprotectiveness, the audacity of his scummy brother to not let him hug the cute boy while his parent wasn't there 😔😔

After Asmo and Mc made a pact, it's over 😔 both Mc and the boy are now in Asmo's Devilgram quite often, Henry Jr. the most, you know how many cute outfits and likes a baby can have, Mc??? Please, Mc have to admit their baby looks cute but... why are you dressing him like yourself, HUH?

Mammon hates every time Asmo steals his humans attention...

He was quite surprise when it was confirmed Henry Jr. is half angel. Mc! Information, how can he flirt with an angel????? Don't be selfish Mc!! :(:(:( that information worth millions of Grimm.

He isn't too worry about Mc having a child with an Angel, I mean, look at him, he is perfect. He can show your lovely boy the importance of beauty and how take proper care of himself, even showing how to take great pictures! Children have the tendency to copy what adults do, which that's why it's cute to see Mc's child taking their D.D.D to take pictures together, as parent and son, and proudly showing to Asmo what he can do!

Also, not bad sense of fashion, always will have the best of the best-- even if that means to fight Satan! No! He can't always have cat theme as an everyday outfit! And no! He can't cosplay as a Henry!!

Beelzebub

Can he eat them?

No, really, that was his first thought, even the child, I bet he had eat it everything, his stomach doesn't judge, unless is Solomon's cooking but by that time he didn't know that. He was the main reason why Mc never left their child alone, you can't just say "they look delicious, I don't know if I can hold back my hunger" and not expect me to be wary of my and my son's well-being!

Nevermind what that child is, he is hungry, feed him before he goes crazy.

Humans must stay together... And maybe a little bit more closer to Mammon... Mc didn't trust Beel one bit, from all the brothers, Beel and Satan were the worst for Mc at the beginning. And it was a nightmare when their son being to cry when Beel LITERALLY destroyed the room! Thanks god they bring him with them!!! That wasn't a pleasant night for them, they couldn't sleep because they were scared to death Beel would try to eat boy.

That... didn't last long? Beel is another baby, they will get along very well, especially since Henry Jr. Is just as kind as his parent! He even sometimes gives Beel some of his food, what a baby! Quickly both of them goes to Beel's care, he swore to protect them both. And that's when he started to care and notice more Henry's Jr. Isn't as normal as the thought at first.

The boy sitting on his shoulder while Beel is either eating or walking to the kitchen are a normal occurrence now. Where is the boy now? If he is not with Mammon or Lucifer, probably on Beel's shoulders. They eat together and when the little human is full, he will give the rest to Beel! And you have a really, really happy Beel! Hugs from Beel are the best, your boy disappear. I'm not jealous of the baby, you are!

Mc will receive hugs too... Beel have free hugs! Only for his family and you both are lucky he love you both as a family!♡

Oh wait, Henry Jr. is... an angel? He is really really worry, he have a trauma since the Celestial War, he is scared something will happen to his new family members, you for having a baby with an Angel and your son for being half Angel. You, my Mc, will have to reassure this giant man that you both will be fine, or at least, that you have pact with the most powerful demons in the Devildom. It's not enough, but that determined look on his face tells you that he had promised to himself something.

Belphegor

.... well... this is.... awkward.

When Mc came to the Attic, they came with their son because... yes. And even though Belphie did sense he was weird, just knowing it was another human vermin inside his house, living in the Devildom, was enough to anger him and push that thought behind. Be a child or an adult, a human is a human, he hated them, just like a human could hate a cockroach no matter the size.

He didn't get to know the boy for much because Mc started to come alone, which Belphie assumed was because they trust his brothers enough to let them take care of the infant. And... yes, he was there... When Belphie decided to do that to Mc. Not the first part, because if not, the boy would have had the same fate, but he was there when everyone saw how Belphie tossed them on the floor... And let's be honest, that's a traumatic experience, Mc in the normal universe can forgive all they want Belphie, but this is not only Mc, is also their son, who saw how a demon, someone he knew his parent was trying to help, tossed them on the floor... all broken.

That would be the only time everyone could see the boy boiling with anger and sadness, crying and running to their parents arm once he saw them again without a scratch. He might be young but that's an ugly sight and he have some kind of understanding of that death means.

Ok, Belphie, good luck getting Mc to even let you near the baby, they or any of the brothers. Belphie is really sorry after all the Lilith explanation, but if your child isn't too fond of someone... Mc had all the rights to do the same. Mc starts to fear that their son may suffer the same fate as their other self. It takes... the rest of the year, thanks Belphie, you left the poor angel with an awful memory and your maniac laugh.

But that's only, and only if after forming a pact he can make the child to like him a little bit, he might also make Mc to like him more. Only after a pact, because a pact assure Mc they can stop Belphie. He really, really is sorry for what he did, he knows he deserves the coldness and dislike the angel gives him, but he wants to be friends with both of you, he is trying his best.

And he is so, so scare of Henry Jr's safety, and yours as well, what were you thinking having a child with an Angel??

If the little angel starts to like him, they will be sleeping together with Mc. Mc might wake up at any movement from both boys... you know... precautions.

Their relationship will improve, for now, sleep ☆

Well, it was longer than I expected, and I'm sleepy, it took me 5 hours @×@ I sometimes forget writing is just as hard as drawing

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#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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chaseatinydream · 4 years ago

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sly san who sacrifices (i) || c.s (atz)

➳ pairing: reader x choi san (ateez)

➳ word count: 2396

➳ genre: badboy au; fluff; angst

➳ synopsis: to the school, he may be a bad boy, the worst of the worst, but to you, he’s choi san, father of three cats, your best friend and ultimately, the boy you love.

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San has often been called ‘catlike’.

It’s no surprise, given his near obsession with picking up strays from roadsides and giving them a home in his family’s third mansion, where he lives, and his behaviour does remind you of a cat’s. There’s something distinctively feline about him, from those uncannily sharp eyes to his whimsical, distinctly teasing personality. Some find it off putting, citing him as arrogant and aloof, but you know him better than that.

He’s your best friend, after all.

Honestly, you’re not very sure how the two of you became friends. It’d started this way on the first day of term with him seated at your side. Within the first three minutes you had known each other, he’d ripped off his tie, called it ugly and flung it across the room, all while ranting to you that the colour scheme was an abomination and how the school should have at least hired a competent designer to do their uniform.

You had merely stared at him in wide eyed shock and nodded along with everything he’d said.

And that… was how it’d just happened.

You like to think that you understand him, but it seems a humanly impossible task. Choi San toes the line between sweet as cotton candy and cold as ice like a professional tightrope walker, a double faced enigma that you can never predict. One second, he’s cradling a baby bird in his hands, cooing about how cute it is to you, and the next moment, he’s in a fist fight with another student, your hands pulling on his sleeve as you desperately beg him to stop with tears in your eyes.

Sometimes, you don’t know why San is your friend. All the rest of his gang – ATEEZ, as they call themselves – are what one would label as bad boys, terrible influences, a stain on your school’s otherwise pristine reputation. The two of you are polar opposites, you’re everything he’s not and he’s everything you would have steered clear of.

But here you are, in this strange, peculiar situation, with Choi San still seated at your side two years after your first meeting, his head resting against your shoulder as he dozes off in class.

You jab his side with a pen.

“Psst, San.”

Your best friend cracks open one eye lazily, feet propped up on the table. He’s wearing slippers today, you groan mentally, together with school issue pants and one of his self-designed shirts. Not the typical bad boy image he usually goes for, but then again you know that San had been out clubbing in town till the wee hours of morning, so it explains his state of casual dress. Still, if he was just going to sleep the whole lesson away, he should have just stayed at home!

“Wassgoinon?” San mumbles sleepily into your shoulder and you puff out your cheeks in exasperation, ready to lecture him on how he should be paying attention to the teacher instead of sleeping his life away like an actual cat.

But then one look at how peaceful and serene he looks with his eyes closed has something melting inside and you momentarily falter, chewing on your bottom lip as you struggle to chide him.

Stupid pretty face. Stupid jawline. Stupid dimples.

“If you were just going to sleep you should have just stayed home, you know?” You mutter, running your fingers through the red streaks in his hair that he just refuses to get rid of. He mumbles absentmindedly under his breath, curling into your side like a large cat and your breath hitches in your throat.

You turn to study him a little more intently. He looks tired, with purplish-black bags under his eyes that remind you of bruises, his flawless skin a little more sallow than usual. Frowning, you press a hand to his forehead… and yelp when you realise how feverish he is.

“San, you’re sick!” You whisper worriedly to him as you sit up a little straighter, hand touching his neck, where his leather choker lies. Yup, he’s burning up, alright. Concern shoots through you and you immediately speak your mind. “You should go home.”

But he merely bats your hand away, grumbling incoherently under his breath as he shifts into a more comfortable position against you. “But I wanna stay in school…”

Your eyes widen in horror at the words that have just left his mouth. The fever must have fried his brain, turned it into a smoking pile of mush, because San never wants to stay in school. Truly on the verge of panicking now, you turn towards the teacher at the front of the classroom and raise a hand desperately, trying to grab her attention.

When she does turn to look at you, you gesture at the pouting boy next to you.

“Professor, can San go home first? He’s sick.”

Your best friend doesn’t have the best reputation with the professors, in fact, most of them are scared stiff by him. San is a wild card, you’re never sure what hand he might play when dealing with him, so you can’t really blame the teachers for being terrified of him, but you can’t leave him be like this in class.

The class abruptly falls silent, tension settling over the room like a thick, unbearable smog.

The teacher glances over at the pair of you, looking nervous when her eyes flit over San. “Well, of course Mr Choi can leave-”

“I don’t want to go.” San growls from next to you, starting to rise from his seat with darkening eyes. The teacher actually shrinks back in fear, colour draining from her face at the potential ticking time bomb on her hands. Instead, you smack your best friend over the head, the charms on your bracelet jingling as you scold him for his bratty behavior.

“San, you’re sick! You need to go home and rest!” You chide, but San merely gives you the best puppy dog eyes he can, a complete opposite of the terrifying glare he’d been projecting earlier.

“I’ll go home if you come with me.” He whines like a petulant puppy, tugging at your sleeve and you groan in exasperation, jerking your head in the teacher’s direction.

“San-ah, lessons are still ongoing! You know I can’t just leave class like that-”

“You can leave too! Please!” The teacher near begs and you scowl at San, who quickly paints the gaze of an innocent angel over the smug, victorious grin on his face. Scowling, you shove your books into your bag before you reach over and grab him hard by the ear, yanking him out of the classroom as he yelps in pain behind you.

“Ow… ow ow ow!” San squawks as you haul him out of the building to the main gate, whipping out your phone with your other hand and speed dialing San’s chauffeur. Honestly, you love San, but sometimes he’s just... ugh.

Ring, ring, ring.

“Good morning, Young Miss. What has Master San done this time?” The dry, monotonous voice of San’s chauffeur and personal assistant comes over the phone and you snort at his opening gambit, both of you all too used to San’s shenanigans.

San flails and struggles against your vice grip on his ear and for a moment you’re afraid that you might actually tear the piercing out of his flesh, so you let him go and he stumbles to the ground dramatically, groaning as he cradles the abused appendage with both hands.

“Surprisingly, nothing. He’s just sick today.” You tell Claude honestly and you can practically hear the stoic man’s eyebrows rise from over the phone.

“He has not? Please, wait for a moment while I check Young Master’s room for him. The one at your side now cannot be the real Master San-”

“You know I can hear the two of you, right?” The topic of your conversation slings an arm over your shoulder, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. You shiver at the feeling of his warm breath against the juncture of your shoulder and raise a hand to smack him in the face, but he dodges to the side with ease. “And Claude! I’m supposed to be your master, you know? Could you stop talking about me like a mutt that keeps pissing on the carpet?”

The man draws in a deep breath to counter. “Well, Young Master, perhaps I would have reason to if you behaved more like a young master instead of a dog-”

You shove San away from you and press the phone to your ear once more. “Anyway, Claude, could you please pick up San from school? He’s at the main gate now.”

There’s the purr of the engine over the call, sleek and velvety as you hear the car pull out of the driveway. “Anything for you, young miss. Please keep Master San under containment until I reach the venue.”

San grabs the phone from you in fury and shrieks into the receiver, voice reminiscent of a dying cat. “Stop talking about me like that! And I’m your master, not her, you know-”

The call hangs up abruptly.

You dissolve into fits of laughter at the look of stunned shock on San’s face and pluck the phone from his hands, while he merely continues staring blankly into the space where the mobile device once was. Bopping him once on the nose to snap him out of his daze, you grin smugly at him and wave the phone in your palm. “I told you that Claude likes me more than he likes you. Honestly, sometimes we have tea chats over the nonsense you get up to.”

Your best friend sputters incoherently.

“Preposterous! Unbelievable! Unacceptable!” San’s face is red with disbelief, almost the same hue of crimson as the coat he wears. Giggles nearly spill forth from you at the comical look on his features as you fight to keep your laughter in your chest, admiring the way his flush makes his cheeks like blossoming roses. “I’m going to fire that traitorous little bastar-”

He breaks off into a coughing fit.

“San!” You yelp in horror, dropping all pretense and rushing to his side to support him. Your arms wind around his shoulders and pull him close to you as he bends over still coughing, waving you off with a raspy ‘I’m fine, I’m fine– ’.

“You shouldn’t lie, Young Master.”

Whirling around in surprise, you see Claude standing there, sleek black limousine behind him, posture perfect like a statue, not a thread on his impeccable suit out of place. San had designed it for him with his very own hands, from the sketching of the outfit to the selection of the material, explaining to you every bit about how all these would come together eventually to form a suit perfect for Claude’s thirty seventh birthday gift.

You had strongly vetoed San’s idea of making the suit canary yellow, but that had been one of the experiences that had really bonded the two of you together. You remember staying over at his house till the wee hours of the morning, curled up in his bed with Darong as you watched him work the sewing machine through sleepy, half lidded eyes. When you did fall asleep, you would often wake up a few moments later to see San on the floor of his room, head tilted against the bed in a manner that must surely not have been comfortable, his long fingers wrapped loosely around your wrist and Puchi in his lap as he snoozed away before you.

Innocent and vulnerable.

Your heart softens at the memory.

“What? How did you get here so fast? I swear you’re like… Usain Bolt in disguise or something.” San grumbles as he tosses his backpack with the force he can muster at the chauffeur, the older man catching it easily with the same, unruffled, serene smile on his face.

“Usain Bolt is a respectable Olympic Sprinter, I merely have a very expensive car provided to me by your father. Also, I did tell you this morning that you were sick and needed to stay at home today, but you refused to listen to me and walked all the way here on your own.” Claude answers as he holds open the door to the backseat. San’s face turns even redder at being exposed and your eyes widen in shock.

“San, you walked all the way here this morning? It was pouring buckets!” You exclaim angrily, now thoroughly furious and also confused by why San was so determined to come to school today. There was nothing especially exciting or interesting going on in school, so San’s behavior was completely counter intuitive. “You’re sick and you don’t carry an umbrella! So that’s why you were so wet this morning! Stay at home next time, you dummy!”

Instead of defending himself, something in San’s eyes soften at your little outburst, the dimples in his cheeks appearing as he gazes at you. “Cute.” He hums under his breath and you recoil a little in confusion, a frown pulling at your lips. San has been doing strange stuff like this recently, dancing hot and cold around you, saying strange things. You chalk this one up to his fever – it must have really fried his brain – and turn your head away to hide your flush.

“I’m just worried, okay?” You mumble, a little embarrassed by his words but you push them out of your mind, forcibly shoving San into the backseat of his car. He nearly trips, stumbles a little, and falls into the leather seat with a yelp. “There! Now, I’m heading back to class–”

His fingers close around your wrist and tug you in after him.

“Choi San!” You shriek in indignation but San merely chuckles tiredly, sagging against your side with his head resting on your shoulder, eyes already sliding shut. You’re about to push him off, but you falter when he sighs gently, his warm breath fanning over your collarbone.

You nearly shiver at the feeling, but keep a hold of yourself.

As Claude closes the door after you and slides into driver’s seat to begin the drive back home, he glances at the interior driver’s mirror to see the peaceful expression on his young master’s face.

He smiles knowingly to himself.

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