#like purple or green or - gasp - even firetruck red

[basiltonpitch]

i think el would benefit from dyeing her hair a bright color

[jellostories]

AJ vs. Santa, Ch. 7: 18 Hours Later...

The helicopter crash-landed on the North Pole and automatically ejected Twist and AJ into the cold, pink snow.

AJ cheered and began kissing the snow as soon as her bottom touched it.

"Mwah, mwah!" she puckered, ignoring the freezing cold that touched her lips. "Je t'aime, ground! Flying sucks, walking rocks! Mwah, mwah!"

Twist giggled. She had to admit that AJ could be pretty funny sometimes.

Then, suddenly, Twist saw it: there, just a few feet ahead, was Santa's workshop. A glorious factory with steam popping out from the chimneys, walls made out of gingerbread, and shingles covered in gumdrops. Her breath caught in her throat. It was even more magical than she'd imagined.

"Angel, look!" Twist shouted, tapping her friend on the back to get her attention.

AJ lifted her head off the ground and looked in the direction Twist was indicating. Her anxious expression instantly transformed into a determined, shark-like grin.

"Ooh, la-la~!" she exclaimed, shooting to her feet, excitement radiating from her small body. "At long last, justice shall be served with a side of French fries!"

Without even waiting for Twist, AJ let out a war cry and raced towards the workshop, kicking up a mist of snow behind her.

Twist hastily untied her parachute and struggled to keep up with her friend. "Angel, wait up!"

Unbeknownst to the girls, a surprise awaited them within…

Pint-sized elves, clad in green and red, busily built toys and wrapped presents. The gifts traveled down conveyor belts, ready for delivery. Meanwhile, Santa relaxed in an armchair by the fireplace, reviewing his Naughty or Nice list.

"Nice, Nice, Nice," the jolly spirit said, "Naughty, Nice, Naughty, Naughty. Hmm, what a mixed bag I'll have this year…"

Suddenly, the chocolate door of the workshop was blasted off its hinges with a BANG! In its place stood two little girls—one wearing a pink coat and blue polka-dot leggings, and the other sporting a squiggly scar on her right cheek.

"Freeze, Pere Santa Claus!" the girl in the pink coat said, aiming a can of what appeared to be air freshener at the Spirit of Christmas. "You are under arrest for burglary and breaking and entering!"

Santa and his elves froze, staring dumbfounded at the two children who'd just broken into their workshop and, with a touch of irony, accused the jolly, old guy of breaking and entering. What in the world…?

Santa met the girl's brazen, determined look with a sad one.

"AJ," he said softly, "I'm only a 'burglar' because you think I am."

AJ blinked in surprise and lowered her weapon. "What are you talking about?"

The Spirit of Christmas reached behind his head and pulled a zipper over his entire body, shedding it like a suit to reveal a sight that would haunt AJ for years to come.

Where Pere Santa once stood now stood an evil Santa/AJ hybrid, complete with a purple suit, sharp teeth, red eyes, and a "HI! I'M EVIL" badge pinned to her front.

AJ gasped and stumbled back six steps from her evil doppelganger.

"Don't you see, AJ?" the evil clone said in a silky version of the real AJ's chipper voice. "It was your fear, your prejudice that made this whole problem in the first place." AJ Claus let out a sinister chuckle as she continued to back Real AJ into a corner, making her trip over a toy firetruck in the process. "You judged a book by its cover! You made a mountain out of a molehill! You probably drank too much eggnog before bed last night! It's all your fault!"

AJ looked at Twist for help, but she was startled to discover that her friend and all the elves had vanished. The entire workshop was empty except for the two AJs.

Real AJ gulped, facing her Santa clone alone. "But-But-But Pere Santa sees kids when they're sleeping and knows when they're awake! How can you possibly hear something like that and not assume he's creepy!? Not to mention, he still owes me a Fashion Twerp doll from when I was five!"

AJ Claus sneered as she grabbed Real AJ by the throat and pinned her to the gingerbread wall of the workshop.

"It's simple, AJ," the evil clone said, "first, you have to wake up. Wake up, wake up, wake up…"

"Wake up?"

"Wake up!"

"Wake up, Crumpet!"

[statticscribbles]

Galaxy

Summary: Reader/Justin/Clay; dyeing Clay’s hair

Clay had been scheming. You and Justin had been trying to enjoy one of the many summer days relaxing and half sleeping half playing whatever video game Clay had left on the tv the night before. You’d made it a personal mission to tank Clay’s scores and Justin was more than happy to help. Despite this blatant sabotage Clay has yet to come out from his room for the morning and you pause the game when you hear the door open but he’s clearly trying to avoid the both of you.

“What’re you-”

“You’re going out! Like out into town!!” Justin interrupts you and you want to scowl but Clay just nods and you huff.

“You’re gonna go off without us! Your own siblings!!! Clay I’m wounded.” Clay just narrows his eyes and then points to Justin.

“He’s not-”

“Don’t you dare tell him he’s adopted… oh no.” You fake shock and Justin pretends to cry.

“Clay you have to take us with you! To make Justin feel better!”

“Fine get in.” He huffs, unlocking his car and you and Justin shove each other for shotgun.

“So; where are we going?” Justin grinned after Clay had pulled in to get coffee. “Do you two never listen? Last night at dinner I said I was going to dye my hair.”

“WE CAN HELP!!!!!” You and Justin shout grinning and Clay cringes.

“Okay, fine help; sounds good.”

“No I’m not letting you pick the colour!!”

“But you said!”

“I said you two could come with me to help me pick! Not that you’d be making the decision…”

“So that’s a no on fuschia and pastel pink streaks?”

“Does my hair look long enough to streak?” Clay snaps.

“Y/N’s is.”

“No this is for my hair… I was thinking green…”

“Do you know how gross green fades…” Clay stays silent as you question him.

“I was thinking like firetruck red.” Justin grins having put the pinks back, you can tell he just grabbed the next colour although he double takes and hovers his hand around the orange.

“What about we each pick a colour!!” You grin and Clay sighs.

“No. I’ll look like a neapolitan ice cream.”

“That’s the best flavour and you know it.” Justin grins laughing when Clay grabs the red dye and shoves it back.

You can see the way clay’s looking at the dark blue and you nudge the purple you’d picked up forward.

“What about a galaxy… like swirls of blue and purple.” Justin prompts and Clay hums in agreement.

You make it home without any other incidents and your parents allow you all to cram into the master bathroom provided you cover the entire floor with a tarp. You do so and both you and Justin slip twice on it. Clay doesn’t and he watches nervously as you and Justin mix the colours. “So we have to bleach all his hair right?” Justin grins laughing at the shocked face Clay pulls.

“No we’re gonna at least dump the blue on first and see if it sticks.”

“So we’re going to waste the hair dye I just paid money for so you two can play doctor frankenstien.”

“No!”

“He wasn’t even a doctor.” Justin mutters and you laugh; the grip you have on the tube of dye faltering.

“Aww..” You huff when the purple manages to drip onto the tarp. Clay narrows his eyes and nudges it with his foot; you squeak when he manages to just squeeze out more.

“You’d think you didn’t want the purple.” Justin teases and Clay sighs.

“I’m not really looking forward to the two of you bleaching my hair.” He confesses and you narrow your eyes; Justin gasps looking slightly hurt.

“You really think I; someone who has had bleached hair; would ever mess it up on purpose!”

“Well no offense but you had roots man; it looks gross.”

“It was an aesthetic choice.”

“Oh and dyeing my hair galaxy isn’t?” He jabs back and you grin, ignoring his protests and you squirt half of the tube of purple straight onto his head.

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[annoyinglyjovialbird]

Voltron: Next Generation

Wavering Objectives: III

Word Count: 2990

Kova padded into her attached ensuite bathroom, sighing and rubbing the back of her neck. The makeshift arm sling was starting to make a rash and the bandages were much too tight. As carefully as she could, Kova removed the bandages and rolled them into tight balls of cotton. The water ran cold, then warmed. Steam came from the top of the shower, filling the room. 

Emerging from the shower, Kova wrapped her hair in a fluffy white towel and dressed in her purple pajamas. Her eyes were closed the entire time, enjoying the quiet, steam-filled room. The mirror was completely fogged up. Kova reached up to wipe it away with one hand, using the other to unwrap her hair from her towel turban. Slowly, she pats her hair dry starting from the roots to the ends and back again.

She opened her eyes, seeing green on the once-white towel. Confused, she looked up. 

"CALEB!" Kova screamed. Caleb, on the other side of the door, covered his mouth to stifle his laughter. It failed. 

The door opened to a furious Kova with neon green hair, clashing with her dark eyebrows, bright amber eyes, and dark purple pajamas. Caleb couldn't stop himself from choking on his own spit from laughing so hard. Kova's anger stewed while Caleb attempted to catch his breath, wiping away tears. 

"What's wrong?" He managed to say, taking deep breaths. "Thought this would be the highlight of your day." Caleb's body released an unholy wheeze at his own joke. Kova, ever the lovable hothead, glared at Caleb even more than before. Her hands balled into fists at her side, shaking with anger. 

"Caleb." She said, grinding her teeth. Caleb looked up, covering his mouth to restrain his laughter. "I. Am. Going. To. KILL. YOU." Kova shouted the last two words of her threat, lunging forward to grab Caleb's scrawny neck. Caleb stumbled to a stand, then ran down the halls of the Coeus. Kova ran behind him, screaming in frustration as she ran into walls, clipping her shoulder on a corner. The pair chased each other, the distance between them growing. 

The other teens ignored the screams, continuing their meals. Allie stood from the lunch table to stop them when Cake placed a hand on her shoulder, sitting her back down. He shook his head, and she looked on. Eventually, she turned around, doing her best to ignore the screams.

Kova ran until the air in her lungs evaporated and the only sounds coming from her were raspy gasps for breath. Caleb stopped at the entrance to the next hallway when he realized Kova was now leaning on a support beam. 

"Kova?" He asked. She gave no response. Her wheezing became more evident as the seconds passed. Caleb was going to help her when Shiro pushed past him to get to Kova. 

He heard the screams and watched from the camera footage to see if they would exhaust themselves or actually kill each other. Glad it wasn't the latter, or Shiro would never hear the end of it from Curtis. 

"Caleb, you know better than to prank your sister," Shiro scolded. He was holding Kova like a princess, shushing her as he strode to the med bay. Caleb ran to stay behind them but didn't say a word. 

This happened before, but way more serious. Like, Kova ending up in the hospital for weeks on a ventilator serious. She had to have an oxygen tank for months afterward. No one expected it, but it happened. When she returned, the teachers started failing her without proving it. The looks on their faces when Aunt Veronica confronted them was priceless, according to Kova. 

Shiro sat Kova on the edge of the bed, letting her try to catch her own breath while he grabbed the oxygen tank. It could only be assumed Kenny replaced the original oxygen tank and all its attachments, but again, it's only an assumption. The green strap was around Kova's head, clashing with her new hair color. The clear mask fogged up as Kova continued wheezing. Shiro turned it on, letting it run until Kova's breathing normalized. She reached out to turn it off when Keith barged into the room. All three Shiroganes stared at the confused Kogane, who stared right back. 

Keith had his own individual observation room with shatter-proof windows, a bolted-down bed, and a door that can be opened from the outside. Kova was sitting on a small cot in the open space of the med bay only several feet away from the window to his observation room. He wondered why Kova deserved a cot while Keith had a cell. 

Kova didn't pass out and wake up with murderous tendencies. No one tell him. I don't want to be thrown out. 

"What happened?" Keith finally asked, shaking his head, approaching a kneeling Shiro. 

"Nothing major." Shiro turned forward to turn off the oxygen tank. "Just a disagreement between siblings."

"She's wearing an oxygen mask."

"Disagreement between siblings."

"She said she'd kill him." Keith pointed at Caleb over his shoulder. 

"Disagreement." 

"Her hair's green." 

"Are you done stating obvious facts?" Kova snapped, pulling the strap over her head to fully remove the mask. "I want to sleep now." 

"Of course." Shiro stood up, holding a hand out for Kova to hold. She took it, trying not to focus too much on the swaying room. He led her to the outermost wall of the hallway, letting her hold onto the wall. The men watched her stumble towards her room until the neon green left their eyes. They returned to the bridge, busying themselves with potential plans. Caleb unofficially grounded himself, sulking in his room. 

Allie and Cake approached the entrance to the bridge, where Liz was peeking into the room, completely entranced by something inside. Cake quietly approached her and blew on her ear. With a jerk of her knee, Liz rammed her knee into the metal wall. 

"Quiznak!" 

"Sorry!" Cake reached out to grab her before she could fall onto the metal grate floor. He didn't. Liz fell onto the metal grate floor, causing more curses to fall from her mouth. "I'm so sorry!" 

Allie approached the door, peeking her head inside the doorframe. Caleb and Kova were at Caleb's chair. Kova was leaning on his desk, and Caleb was using the back of his chair for support. The most noticeable difference was Kova's bright green hair. It was hard to miss. Kova's hair was loosely braided down her back. 

"Hey, look." Caleb's eyes met Allie's, and he stood to full height. "They're here."

"C'mon in, team." Kova walked up the few steps to her console. "In positions."  

Liz limped inside, Cake creeping behind her, pushing Allie into the bridge much more forcefully than intended. The teens sat at their respective chairs, waiting for the adults to join them. They sat for a few minutes in silence, hoping someone would ask. 

"Uh, why is your hair green?" Liz turned her chair to ask. 

"It was the first box I saw on the shelf," Caleb answered casually. Kova scoffed. 

"You really expect me to believe that?"

"You don't need to believe it." Caleb turned his chair, propping his chin on his fist. "You just have to accept it."

"You could've gotten firetruck red, or poopy brown, or even lilac purple!" Kova slammed her hands on the console. "But neon green and highlighter jokes were your go-to?" Caleb shrugged. 

"Oh, please." Caleb waved off her concerns. "It's not /that/ bad."

"My hair is bright, neon green, Caleb." Kova aggressively pointed at her hair. "How is it not that bad?" 

"Uh, Cap," Liz said. "Stop talking." 

"Why?"

"Next time we go to the space mall," Kova began, studying her nails. "Maybe I should grab some platinum blonde. Ooh, no. How about some rusty copper?" Caleb physically shrank into his chair as Kova thought aloud. "Hm, Nah. How about highlighter yellow?" She smiled, staring at Caleb's retreating head. 

"Try that, and you'll never see Peaches again." 

"You don't like Peaches!" 

The others sat confused about peaches, assuming they're Kova's favorite fruit or something when the saviors finally walked in. Kenny had foregone his cadet jacket, leaving him in a green t-shirt and black slacks and ugly brown sneakers. Keith looked more cleaned up, wearing a sleeveless gray vest with a hood, a black t-shirt, and gray pants lined with red ribbon and black combat boots. The Colonel wore his officer jacket rather than the white t-shirt he always wore around the ship. The three adults descended the staircase. As they passed, the teens sat straighter in their chairs. Shiro stood in the middle of the floor as Kenny and Keith took a space on the walls closest to Cake and Allie respectively. Allie scooted her chair closer to Caleb's line of sight and the staircase. 

Guess she's still afraid of Keith. 

"Alright, team." Shiro began. "We've been out here for a while, and with the latest development," He met Kova's eyes. "It's time to review, or at least, make a plan." 

"A plan?" Kenny asked. Oh. I guess the other adults didn't know what the meeting was about either. 

"The Lions have selected their respective pilots. The paladins have successfully formed Voltron. It's time to make a decision." Shiro met the eyes of each individual team member. "Do you want to continue fighting here or do you want to return to Earth?" 

The teens sat in stunned silence. They have a choice to make. They're being allowed to make a choice? 

"Caleb?" Shiro called, and all eyes landed on the Red Paladin. 

"Return to Earth." He said immediately. No gasps, no pomp. Just a fact. "We're not ready for this. This is a war waiting to happen. We can't do this alone." Shiro nodded, ready to say another name, but Liz beat him to it. 

"I'm sorry. I know I'm on your team and I'm supposed to agree with you, but I don't." She was looking at Caleb, turning her attention to Shiro. "If we return to the Garrison, we'll be shut out. We're dumb, undertrained kids who control Voltron. The council will put us on the frontlines without a plan." 

"What she said." Cake agreed with her, pointing his finger up at Liz. 

"We have the firepower. We can do more than just sit still and wait to be given orders." 

"We're also undertrained," Caleb argued when Shiro held his hands up to silence the two. 

"Allie," Shiro said. "What do you think?"

"I agree with Caleb," She said. "We can't fight in a war. We would be better off with help than without. I only spent a night in my dorm before all this. I can't do this again."

"Keith, Ken, I'm guessing you both agree with your respective sides." Kenny approached Cake's console, arms crossed. Keith stayed in place, hands on his hips. 

"We fought in a ten-thousand-year-old war with Allura and Coran, the only surviving members of Altea. We had advanced alien technology. Our goal was to return to Earth and the Garrison." Keith stated matter-of-factly. He gestured widely to the teens in their chairs. "They're kids. They don't have what we did." 

"Liz is right," Kenny spoke up. "The council won't touch them. They'll put Voltron on the frontlines without a plan, hoping that will be enough to scare off the enemies."

"They're undertrained!" Keith turned his attention from Kenny to Shiro. 

"They're resourceful!" Kenny argued, getting Keith's attention. 

"Alright, you two." Shiro stepped in between them to break their intense staring contest. "Kova." 

"Yes, sir." 

"You were the one kidnapped by the Fire. You met with their leaders in person. You're also a top student at the Garrison." He didn't have to say it. This was all on her. 

"What about you?" Kova asked, gripping the railing around her console. "What are you leaning towards."

"I'm siding with the most reasonable plan." Keith scoffed, interrupting Shiro. "It's not my team anymore. It's yours." Slowly, Kova released her hands from their tight grip on the railing and let them fall at her sides and closed her eyes.

"She'll totally agree with me." Caleb had turned his chair. 

"Uh, she's her own person." Liz crossed her arms. Caleb scoffed in response. 

"We've been attached at the hip since we were kids. She's taking my side."

"How about you let her talk first?" 

"Why don't you shove that opinion up—"

"Enough!" Kova said, rubbing her temple with a hand. "You're both annoying. And right." Kova looked up at Shiro, who raised an eyebrow. She raised her arm to her right. "We are severely undertrained. Not as a team, but individually. If we have the same goal in mind, we work well together. There's going to be a point where Voltron can't be formed and we're going to have to fight as individual Lions." Putting it down, she raised her arm to her left. "If we return to the Garrison, the council won't touch us. We're liabilities. None of us joined the LDP. It was our choice."

"The what?" Keith interrupted. 

"You would've called it the Vehicle Defender Unit," Kenny answered. "It was the defense program Pi- er, Mom, helped start." 

"And now it's—"

"The Legendary Defender Program. I'll catch you up later." Kenny turned to Kova and nodded his head for her to continue. 

"Our curriculum was updated to include battle strategies. As pilots, we learn how to gauge our enemies' strengths and weaknesses, multiple defensive, offensive, and evasive maneuvers, and different wind speeds. As engineers, we're taught the inner workings of warships, raw materials and how to use them. As programmers, we can disable entire structures by taking out large chunks of code."

"The point?" Keith asked annoyed.

"The point," Kova glared at the man. "Is we're prepared for a war, but we haven't used those skills. Besides, even if the council includes us in their plans, they'll give me the plan to execute. I'm the head, I'm the leader, and I'm the top student. If the plan fails, it'll be on me." 

"Kova, that's not—"

"If we return to Earth, we won't be given a second glance, by the council or anyone else in the universe." Kova gripped the railing again, her tirade coming to an end. "We should stay, fight and learn as much as we can before we return to Earth and deal with the council." Caleb's eyes widened, and Liz looked surprised. Did Kova really choose left? 

"Alright team," Shiro said, climbing the stairs. "Get ready to travel through a wormhole." Kenny climbed the stairs after Shiro and walked out of the bridge to head down to the engine room below. Keith stared at Shiro's retreating back. Keith chased after Shiro, maybe to argue his point. The teens didn't care. They followed their orders. 

As the wormhole opened before them, a heavy blast rocked the Coeus. The ship's inner alarm system went off as the teens tried desperately to right the Coeus. It had gone off its directed course, heading for mere feet away from the wormhole that had opened up. 

Down below in the engine room, Kenny was trying to override the alarms. It was refusing to shut off, citing critical damage on the left side of the ship. Kenny tried to turn on the particle barrier around the ship, receiving an error message instead. Kova's face appeared on the huge screen on the engine room console. 

"Kenny!" She shouted to be heard over the blasts. "Where's the particle barrier?" 

"There isn't enough energy in the reserve to power it!" Kenny yelled back, being shaken like a ragdoll. 

Up on the bridge, Kova stared at the small fleet of ships firing incessetnaly on the Coeus. There was no way the Coeus would survive if they didn't activate the particle barrier. A million thoughts raced through Kova's head, then she took over.

"Shirogane, Griffin, Smythe," Kova barked, earning their attention. "Report to your Lions. Garrett, report to the engine room." The teens didn't say a word, doing what they were told without a second word. Allie went along with them, sparing Kova a second glance. "Holt, transfer all remaining, unused power to the particle barrier."

"But that will shut off the lights!"

"Afraid of the dark?" Kenny groaned in annoyance, doing what he was told. The firing stopped as the Coeus went dark, becoming an empty shell. Up on the bridge, Kova steered the Coeus toward the wormhole, still open in the sky. It was hard. It demanded much from Kova's body. But it got the job done.

Red, Blue, and Green fired on the fleet of ships, hitting many in wings and thrusters. Blue fired several blasts, encasing ships in ice. Green flew around them, getting fired on while Red cut through them like butter with their blade. 

"Everyone through the wormhole!" Kenny shouted over the earpieces. Red, Green, and Blue stopped their attacks and flew towards the closing wormhole. They weren't going to make it. Pushing their Lions even faster than they have ever pushed them, the trio raced each other to the wormhole. 

They cut it close by a tail, but they made it through. The teens cheered, thanking Allura they made it through. One by one, they reentered the bridge to celebrate. They stopped at the entrance.

Kova was kneeling on the ground, holding her arm. In front of her, Keith was redirecting the console, traveling to Earth. That was in the opposite direction they were heading. Caleb, furious at seeing Kova hurt and on the ground, held his bayard up to point the barrel of his weapon at Keith. Keith turned, face-to-face with it. 

The map on the screen was beeping, finding the nearest geolocation. 

As Keith and Caleb faced off, the beeping grew louder. 

"What is that?" Keith all but shouted. Kova looked up at the screen, still holding her arm. 

"We found Pidge."

[damequeef]

Locked Up

Under the cut, you will find the first part of my Prison!Au-fic. Please tell me if you like it, and questions can always be asked

This will be about Axel and Roxas. Both put in jail for the crimes they commited for their respective gangs. They start being friends, but what will they do if they find out each other's secrets? Will they remain friends? Or will they end up hating each other?

Bang bang bang I wake up from pounding on my door. I am rudely awakened once again. No time to fully comprehend what's going on, the moment I sit up and run through my hand through my perpetually messy hair, the heavy door opens.

Two officers walk in, one holding an impossibly tall redhead by the arm. I rub my eyes before looking at the officers. And while not trying to yawn, I ask them politely, but with a sharp tone to show my displeasure: "Can I help you, officers? I trying to sleep as much as possible, to be able to focus on work today..."

My blue eyes focus on the redhead, who's standing there, grinning, while his bright green eyes are focused on me. The officer holding him says he's my new cellmate, and cuts me off when I'm trying to make a discussion out of it. It bothers me, but I'll live. The guy will ask for a new cellmate soon anyway. No one wants to be in with me after they hear what I've done.

While the other warden is working on undoing the redhead's cuffs, my eyes sweep over the taller's frame. His bright red hair and equally bright green eyes, contrasting but complimentary. This guy is hot. But when my vision travels lower, to the two purple teardrops beneath his eyes, I have to work hard not to let out a gasp. This man has killed before. I can faintly see the start of a tatoo in his neck. A howling wolf in a cresent moon. Fuck... Vulpes. Just what I needed.

I've already been here for three years, serving a lifetime without parole. They said that I was a monster and deserve to be behind bars forever. Maybe that's true. One thing I know for sure. I don't regret doing what I did. And who knows, the boss might just bail me out in a few years, when things have calmed down.

With a displeased huff and a grunt, I lie down again, my back facing the officers and my new cellmate. I am not in the mood for a conversation, but I will let them know how much I don't agree with this: "I wouldn't place him as my cellmate, if I were you... You know what happened to the last guy that was my cellmate and tried to touch me..." And with that, I fall silent, indicating this conversation was over on my part.

I shut my eyes, my breathing slowing down whilst I hear the jailors get out of our cell. I wish I could sleep again, but that's probably a no-go. When I turn around, half-expecting that giant redhead to be on his bed, I shoot up when he's looking directly at me.

"What the fuck are you looking at? It's fucking early. Normal people should be asleep right now..."

The man shrugs, before looking at me with a smirk once more, and practically purrs: "What I am looking at? Well, at my new cellie, who happens to be pretty hot, if you ask me~" With that, I scowl, and snap back: "Don't even think about it, Firetruck. Lay one finger on me, and I will cut your dick off!"

I can see the redhead has to work hard not to roar with laughter. He walks up to me, snickering, and runs a big, warm hand through my hair. Once again, he talks with a purr the moment he opens his mouth: "Oh, lighten up, cutie. I don't bite. Hard~" He then jumps up on his bed, leaving me baffled while I play with a lock of my hair. "Oh! And the name's Axel~" I hear above me, before further silence.

My mind is churning about what I should do now. Hold idle conversation with this guy? Threaten him? I mean, he is Vulpes. If he finds out who I am, he's probably not as friendly as he is now. But I'll play nice, and see where it ends up. I could at least give him my name. Maybe he recognizes it. Maybe he won't. "Roxas..." I mumble, while lying back down.

I hear a soft gasp above me, and my eyes clench shut. Shit... He recognized my name... This will be trouble... I think to myself, as my mind instantly starts churning with possible outcomes and trying to find a way to protect myself. Yet the most surprising thing to me is hearing that already familiar purr in the bunk over my head, the sexual desire nearly pouring from that voice: "Rrroxas... Hmmm... It fits you~" I hear the man called Axel say. The way he rolls the r in my name somehow sends a shiver down my spine.

As a coping mechanism, trying my hardest to not show how his voice starts to get to me, I snap back: "I don't care if it fits me. Would you please just shut up , so I can go back to sleep?" I grumble again and close my eyes once more. Though for some reason, it feels like those piercing green eyes are still staring at me.

It seems like a second passed, before an alarm starts to wail, and people are starting to wake up, talking amongst each other. The noise starts to rise, even if the voices never stop, not even during the night. But that fucking alarm indicates it time to get up, and get to work. And I am much displeased with that, which I will show profoundly. With a loud groan I get up, my brows furrowed, rubbing my eyes. I hear a loud thud besides me, and when I look up, it is my new cellmate standing besides me.

While running my hand through my own messy hair, I squint one eye shut while looking at the redhead. "Thank you for ruining my sleep. And jesus, does your hair have to be so fucking loud? It hurts my eyes...." I grumble before letting out a deep sigh. I can hear the other snicker softly, but not having the time to answer as the door to our cell opens. A deputy walks in and smiles at me, though he looks apologetic. He then turns to Axel, and points at me. "Since you two have become aquainted, you shall be joining Roxas in his work today."Another groan escapes me, but the deputy ignores it. "That is all. Now get to work." With that, he turns and walks off, not giving us another glance.

It seems like groaning is my state of mind today, as I limp to the end of my bed and grab my cane. I notice how the redhead looks surprised, but I simply shrug and walk past him while leaning heavilly on the cane. He follows me while I walk out of our cell, and when he starts to talk, his voice is not in the usual purr I've started to grow familiar with. It's soft, concerning. Not at all what I expected. "H-hey, slow down... Why are you limping? What happened?" Axel asked me.

A sigh escapes me unwillingly, and I try to fight the urge to snap again. "I got shot in the leg, and it got infected so bad because I didn't see a doctor, they chopped my leg off. Satisfying answer?" While walking, I run a hand through my hair again, before shaking my head. The redhead is suprisingly silent behind me. Something I hadn't really expected. When we get to my station, I will ask him why he got so quiet.

When we got to the staircase leading to the second floor where the workshop is, I let out a deep sigh. I'm used to climbing it every day, but it sucks especially when my leg won't cooperate. I let out another sigh, and start the struggle of going up the stairs. It goes slow, and it bothers me how Axel lingers behind me. Like he would catch me if I fall. "I'm not going to fall. Don't worry about me." I snap, but am once again greeted with silence. Suddenly, I feel lighter. Like a weight lifting off of my shoulders. Or like I'm walking on clouds. Walking in itself is easier, which surprises me.

The moment I reach the top of the stairs, I realize what might be going on, and look over to see that giant redhead supporting me. Without even thinking, I grab my cane, put it on the center of his chest, and push him off. I stumble to the side, and when he tries to catch me, I snap at him. "Hands off, big boy! I don't need your pity or your help. Leave it alone, okay?" I huff and turn on my heels, ready to just keep going.

When that guy called Axel just keeps standing there, staring at me, I sigh with a roll of my eyes, and snap my fingers. "Hey! Snap out of it. Now move it, or we could get into serious trouble." My cellmate blinks a few times, like getting out of a trance, and follows me with his head hanging a bit. Another sigh escapes me, which nearly causes me to sigh again , and I give Axel a small shove. "Lighten up. I'm sorry, okay? It's reflex. But seriously, don't try to pity me. I don't need that."

Axel nods and keeps following me, though he walks a tad closer by then before. "Is it hard? Missing a part of your leg? And why did you get shot? What happened?" He asked, curiosity very obvious in his voice. If he means to get me to talk about the fact I'm wih Yakuza, or trying to find out what gang I'm in in the first place, or simply asks out of personal curiosity, I don't know. But I am thinking hard on how to answer this without giving away too much personal information.

[damequeef]

Locked up

Two officers walk in, one holding an impossibly tall redhead by the arm. I rub my eyes before looking at the officers. And while not trying to yawn, I ask them politely, but with a sharp tone to show my displeasure: "Can I help you, officers? I trying to sleep as much as possible, to be able to focus on work today..."

My blue eyes focus on the redhead, who's standing there, grinning, while his bright green eyes are focused on me. The officer holding him says he's my new cellmate, and cuts me off when I'm trying to make a discussion out of it. It bothers me, but I'll live. The guy will ask for a new cellmate soon anyway. No one wants to be in with me after they hear what I've done.

While the other officer is working on undoing the redhead's cuffs, my eyes sweep over the taller's frame. His bright red hair and equally bright green eyes, contrasting but complimentary. This guy is hot. But when my vision travels lower, to the two purple teardrops beneath his eyes, I have to work hard not to let out a gasp. This man has killed before. I can faintly see the start of a tatoo in his neck. A howling wolf in a cresent moon. Fuck... Vulpes. Just what I needed.

You see, Vulpes is the biggest gang rivalling my own. And even if Yakuza holds most power, Vulpes is closing in on us. I've heard their leader is some kind of beast. A wolf himself. Well, I wouldn't know. But if this tall dude finds out I'm Yakuza, he might be slightly angry. Well, I couldn't help one of his buddies was threatening me and trying to touch me. Got what he deserved, that's for sure.

I've already been here for three years, serving a lifetime without parole. They said that I was a monster and deserve to be behind bars forever. Maybe that's true. One thing I know for sure. I don't regret doing what I did. And who knows, the boss might just bail me out in a few years, when things have calmed down.

With a displeased huff and a grunt, I lie down again, my back facing the officers and my new cellmate. I am not in the mood for a conversation, but I will let them know how much I don't agree with this: "I wouldn't place him as my cellmate, if I were you... You know what happened to the last guy that was my cellmate and tried to touch me..." And with that, I fall silent, indicating this conversation was over on my part.

I shut my eyes, my breathing slowing down whilst I hear the jailors get out of our cell. I wish I could sleep again, but that's probably a no-go. When I turn around, half-expecting that giant redhead to be on his bed, I shoot up when he's looking directly at me.

"What the fuck are you looking at? It's fucking early. Normal people should be asleep right now..."

The man shrugs, before looking at me with a smirk once more, and practically purrs: "What I am looking at? Well, at my new cellie, who happens to be pretty hot, if you ask me~" With that, I scowl, and snap back: "Don't even think about it, Firetruck. Lay one finger on me, and I will cut your dick off!"

I can see the redhead has to work hard not to roar with laughter. He walks up to me, snickering, and runs a big, warm hand through my hair. Once again, he talks with a purr the moment he opens his mouth: "Oh, lighten up, cutie. I don't bite. Hard~" He then jumps up on his bed, leaving me baffled while I play with a lock of my hair. "Oh! And the name's Axel~" I hear above me, before further silence.

My mind is churning about what I should do now. Hold idle conversation with this guy? Threaten him? I mean, he is Vulpes. If he finds out who I am, he's probably not as friendly as he is now. But I'll play nice, and see where it ends up. I could at least give him my name. Maybe he recognizes it. Maybe he won't. "Roxas..." I mumble, while lying back down.

I hear a soft gasp above me, and my eyes clench shut. Shit... He recognized my name... This will be trouble... I think to myself, as my mind instantly starts churning with possible outcomes and trying to find a way to protect myself. Yet the most surprising thing to me is hearing that already familiar purr in the bunk over my head, the sexual desire nearly pouring from that voice: "Rrroxas... Hmmm... It fits you~" I hear the man called Axel say. The way he rolls the r in my name somehow sends a shiver down my spine.

As a coping mechanism, trying my hardest to not show how his voice starts to get to me, I snap back: "I don't care if it fits me. Would you please just shut up, so I can go back to sleep?" I grumble again and close my eyes once more. Though for some reason, it feels like those piercing green eyes are still staring at me.

It seems like a second passed, before an alarm starts to wail, and people are starting to wake up, talking amongst each other. The noise starts to rise, even if the voices never stop, not even during the night. But that fucking alarm indicates it time to get up, and get to work. And I am much displeased with that, which I will show profoundly. With a loud groan I get up, my brows furrowed, rubbing my eyes. I hear a loud thud besides me, and when I look up, it is my new cellmate standing besides me.

While running my hand through my own messy hair, I squint one eye shut while looking at the redhead. "Thank you for ruining my sleep. And jesus, does your hair have to be so fucking loud? It hurts my eyes...." I grumble before letting out a deep sigh. I can hear the other snicker softly, but not having the time to answer as the door to our cell opens. A deputy walks in and smiles at me, though he looks apologetic. He then turns to Axel, and points at me. "Since you two have become aquainted, you shall be joining Roxas in his work today."Another groan escapes me, but the deputy ignores it. "That is all. Now get to work." With that, he turns and walks off, not giving us another glance.

It seems like groaning is my state of mind today, as I limp to the end of my bed and grab my cane. I notice how the redhead looks surprised, but I simply shrug and walk past him while leaning heavilly on the cane. He follows me while I walk out of our cell, and when he starts to talk, his voice is not in the usual purr I've started to grow familiar with. It's soft, concerning. Not at all what I expected. "H-hey, slow down... Why are you limping? What happened?" Axel asked me.

A sigh escapes me unwillingly, and I try to fight the urge to snap again. "I got shot in the leg, and it got infected so bad, they chopped my leg off. Satisfying answer?" While walking, I run a hand through my hair again, before shaking my head. The redhead is suprisingly silent behind me. Something I hadn't really expected. When we get to my station, I will ask him why he got so quiet.

When we got to the staircase leading to the second floor where the workshop is, I let out a deep sigh. I'm used to climbing it every day, but it sucks especially when my leg won't cooperate. I let out another sigh, and start the struggle of going up the stairs. It goes slow, and it bothers me how Axel lingers behind me. Like he would catch me if I fall. "I'm not going to fall. Don't worry about me." I snap, but am once again greeted with silence. Suddenly, I feel lighter. Like a weight lifting off of my shoulders. Or like I'm walking on clouds. Walking in itself is easier, which surprises me.

The moment I reach the top of the stairs, I realize what might be going on, and look over to see that giant redhead supporting me. Without even thinking, I grab my cane, put it on the center of his chest, and push him off. I stumble to the side, and when he tries to catch me, I snap at him. "Hands off, big boy! I don't need your pity or your help. Leave it alone, okay?" I huff and turn on my heels, ready to just keep going.

When that guy called Axel just keeps standing there, staring at me, I sigh with a roll of my eyes, and snap my fingers. "Hey! Snap out of it. Now move it, or we could get into serious trouble." My cellmate blinks a few times, like getting out of a trance, and follows me with his head hanging a bit. Another sigh escapes me, which nearly causes me to sigh again, and I give Axel a small shove. "Lighten up. I'm sorry, okay? It's reflex. But seriously, don't try to pity me. I don't need that."

Axel nods and keeps following me, though he walks a tad closer by then before. "Is it hard? Missing a part of your leg? And why did you get shot? What happened?" He asked, curiosity very obvious in his voice. If he means to get me to talk about the fact I'm wih Yakuza, or trying to find out what gang I'm in in the first place, or simply asks out of personal curiosity, I don't know. But I am thinking hard on how to answer this without giving away too much personal information.