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writernopal · 1 year ago

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ALRIGHT this is going to be a FAT post because I have quite a few of these to catch up on and I didn't want to spam lol

Tagged by the following lovely peeps!

@talesofsorrowandofruin, here

@oh-no-another-idea, here

@justnerdy15, here

@sam-glade, here

@ellatholmes, here

Thank you all so much! 💙

Tagging (gently): @duckingwriting @acertainmoshke @callahanscorner @lorenfinch

Your words will be: savor, energy, camp, and fortune

From @talesofsorrowandofruin

bandages

The words tangled in my throat as the open door revealed the lavender lizard pirate standing there, bandaged and supporting himself on a cane. I clutched my hand to my chest and nearly bit my tongue to avoid screaming. Of all the guests I might have expected, he was not one of them. But I suppose I should speak, shouldn’t I? I couldn’t simply stand there looking at him.

crawling

He departed, and while I did my best to temper my anger, it got the better of me as I seized one of the paperweights from my desk and threw it across the room, shattering some glass thing wherever it landed. Mar-Dur knew we would not follow him into waters crawling with the Pale Navy. It would be suicide. Though if he was going willingly into those cursed seas, it must mean that he was searching for powerful allies, heavy artillery, or both.

dull

I missed him more than I could put into words, and much as I tried to deny or convince myself otherwise, I loved him. The dull ache in my chest grew, and I started to cry. I’d missed people before; in fact, I’d spent most of my life yearning for the company of those I could not be with, but these feelings were different and altogether more painful.

extraordinary

Perhaps it was silly, but it reminded me of his grandmother’s story about the Kingdom of Frogs, hidden under the humble visage of a well, just as this place was hidden within him... A wonder unlike any other took over me, and with it came an overwhelming need to protect...to protect what? Him? This place? I got the sense that it was extraordinary despite his writing it off as ordinary.

From @oh-no-another-idea

black

I sat up and reached over to the small end table beside the tub to retrieve my soap when I saw a strange black smoke creeping in from outside my tent. A panic entered my stomach. Was this the Third Prince’s magic? I choked back the scream in my throat and watched it closely to see what might happen next. It began to grow thicker and started to crawl up the air, coalescing into the form of something.

gauze

I don't have this word, so have an AASOAF fun fact instead! In the original telling of AASOAF, Wilkes attends a formal event dressed in Lizardfolk robes heavily inspired by Mexican Mariachi dress because I think he'd really like the style IRL!

skin

She was leaning against one of the masts and somehow managed to look imposing and enchanting at the same time. Her face was long and elegant, each feature upon it well-defined and distinguished. Her eyes were a golden color that stood out against her skin and hair; both appeared the color of rain-dampened soil, rich and dark.

paper

She’d traveled in nightclothes, a cloak, and bare feet; even I could admit that probably didn’t feel good despite not personally needing to wear shoes myself. Humans had paper-like skin on their feet, so they could hardly withstand things like pebbles and small branches, unlike my kind, who stepped on things like cactuses without issue.

fabric

The fabric of her dress rustled as she produced the pouch of treasure I had snuck into her bag the night before. She wasn’t here to return it, was she? She couldn’t be that stupid, right? Though I suppose she could be. Intelligence was not a credit she could be so confidently assigned, at least not in the same way one could with her honesty.

From @justnerdy15

heart

“Do you think they’re alright?” I asked softly. She laughed. “Child, don’t tell me you are still soft-hearted after being in my service for two years. Very little should concern you about society now; you should see this as nothing more than mere entertainment. When you get to my age, things such as these are commonplace.”

rain

It seemed one of the ropes of my makeshift tent had come loose from the branch I’d tied it to, freely letting in the rain as a welcomed guest. I frantically gathered my things, but it was no use. They were ruined! But what about—?! I gasped and dropped the blanket I’d been holding and patted my pockets hurriedly, sighing relief upon feeling the card tin safely inside one of them.

sound

As I chewed, I looked over the landscape and marveled at how peaceful it was. There was a gentle breeze, the sound of tall grasses sliding past one another, bugs flitting all throughout the air, and birds chirping, hidden in the boughs of their chosen trees. I might enjoy it more if I wasn’t in the company of an absolute tyrant.

bold

I wouldn’t be bold enough to say it looked comforting because it didn’t, but it was a relief to lay eyes upon, if only because it was the last remaining gesture of kindness being shown to me. I reached up nervously and took it. He pulled me up with ease and then quickly replaced his steady grip with my bag’s handle instead.

From @sam-glade

wing

The woman began to approach with slow, deliberate steps. Wrong again. Miss Frère walked with a bouncy urgency that swished her skirts ever so slightly to make the most gentle rustling sound. Perhaps to sound, well, like the beating of a dove’s wings. Yet another thing this woman was not.

want

It was an odd way to sleep, but I didn’t want to question it if that’s how she was most comfortable. I shifted ever so slightly, and then it was silent again. The low crackle of the fire in the hearth and the occasional firework outside punctuated how uniquely awful this lack of sound was. I wanted to take her into my arms, but she didn’t seem to share the desire, or else she would not be so far away. But she was cold, right?

win

“If’n her type be tall and handsome, she will forget ‘bout him entire when she claps eyes on me. Landlubber be right squat.” I declared smugly. She laughed. “Well, let’s make this interesting then. If you don’t manage to win her over, then tomorrow night, you must wear a corset.” I eyed her for a moment, then glanced back at the woman in the starling mask. Perhaps I was a little out of practice when it came to charming women, but surely I was not so useless. Pulling a woman away from a man like that should be easy for someone as dashing as me.

wait

I expected her to come back after that, but instead, she stood there until the vessel disappeared from view entirely. Would she wait like that for me if I ever sailed someplace without her? And would she be awash with tears as she was now? I hissed quietly, trying to shake the image from my mind. I didn’t like it.

From @ellatholmes

iron

I took a few deep breaths and cursed my hands for being so uncooperative as they failed to strike sparks with the flint and iron that had been sitting on the mantle. After several attempts, I gave up and decided to use matches instead. Though I wasn’t sure why I thought that would be any better. Upon opening the box, several tumbled out and onto the floor, and I even snapped a few as I tried to light them.

ache

Okay this word is in the snippet for dull somewhere up there and since I don't want to put it here gain, have an AASOAF fun fact! Axtapor was original a blue Lizardfolk but then I realized that I had like four other Lizardfolk characters who were blue and decided that I needed more variety so I chose to make him lavendar instead.

ice

Her voice was smooth and cool, like a piece of ice upon the back of one’s neck on a sweltering day. Still, her tone did nothing to take the annoyance out of paying for setting foot in here. I eyed Hartim with a frown as I fetched the advertised twenty-five pieces from my pouch.

bone

I watched as she carefully sliced the meat away from the bones of a desert hare I hunted earlier. The meal would be that and roasted potatoes. A far cry from the handsome meals she was cooking back when we lived in a proper house, but it was better than starving.

#tag game #manuscript search tag #aasoaf #my writing #aasoaf 1 #aasoaf 2 #mariel #axtapor #fay #wilkes

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psychewritesbs · 1 year ago

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Was it ever explained why Tsumiki, in particular was chosen to be a vessel to a reincarnated sorcerer? I've yet to reread the Culling Games so I may have forgotten or didn't notice the explanation, but on the chance that it was never cleared up, don't you think it's way too convenient how it all played out? That the 'opportunity' Sukuna was waiting for happened because Yorozu (his glorified simp) reincarnated in the body of Megumi's sister?

Makes me wonder what was Sukuna planning to do if Yorozu possessing Tsumiki was out of the equation? Cause we know he can't harm anyone because of his pact with Yuji. Maybe he'd have Uraume kidnap/kill Tsumiki. But I doubt that would be enough to get Megumi to succumb completely though. Since it wasn't until Sukuna killed Tsumiki with the TST that Megumi relented and I doubt having someone else kill his sister would have the same effect.

It also raises the question of how involved Kenjaku was in this whole ordeal? Cause pretty sure he's the one planting these reincarnated sorcerers and picking their hosts. I'm aware he had suspicions that Sukuna has his eyes on one of the students (though I'm not sure if he knew it was Megumi that Sukuna took interest in) but I don't think he and Sukuna were in cahoots in this at all (at the very least they didn't make any mention of it in any of their conversations we've seen). So does that mean, Tsumiki have always been a vessel ever since she fell into coma. Did Kenjaku just get lucky when choosing a vessel or did he purposely target Tsumiki because of Megumi (maybe he kept track of them because they were related to Toji)?

Then there's the fact that way back in chapter 1, Megumi who was sent by Gojo to retrieve Sukuna's finger just so happens to also be a compatible vessel. Like we all know, with Yuji Kenjaku was pulling the strings in the back. Didn't Kenjaku say that it didn't matter if Yuji swallowed the finger then cause he'd still find another way to make Yuji eat it? But what's the case with Megumi?

Is it really just coincidence, that in a one in a million chance, he so happens to have the capability and compatibility to host Sukuna as well? I remember someone mentioning it before but looking back at chapter 1, it seemed like Gojo and Kenjaku were both sending their 'champions' to retrieve a famed treasure (Sukuna's finger) and it's just so funny cause in a way it reminds me of Kenjaku's beef with the 6 eyes and limitless users. No wonder they were the bane of his existence 😂.

But back onto the question, is it fate/destiny? Cause the concept seems alien in JJK's standards. I wonder if aside from Kenjaku there's someone else orchestrating their own scheme behind the curtain.

It's just, there's so many suspicious stuff surrounding Megumi's increasing 'connection' to Sukuna that I wonder if this is somehow a play on fated souls or something else completely. In any case, I would really love to know your thoughts on this, and pls do correct me if I was remembering things wrong.

Wait... just... um... just saying that I love Yorozu lol. This is a Yorozu certified friendly blog lmao.

She's my crazy bitch I love her.

AND to your point, I'm not sure anymore. Like, let's say it was a twist that could be under way, or it could totally just be thick ass plot armor and Gege didn't think too much into it lol.

But....

I hope it's the former. Perhaps it was a coincidence that Sukuna happened to take an interest in Megumi, but something about Tsumiki being chosen feels like it could potentially be an obvious attempt at getting the Zenin kid with 10s ct involved in a major conflict like the Culling Game.

To be fair, I think it's still to soon to tell, but in retrospect, it really does look like Sukuna saw a shiny object (10s) that he decided he wanted to take for his own gain.

I do still feel like Sukuna acknowledges Megumi's potential, which goes back to what you said about the lengths he had to go through to break Megumi's will.

If there is a fated soul connection here, I think it comes back to how Megumi has to overcome Sukuna. Sukuna represents what Megumi could be if he got out of his way--Sukuna's mindset is unburdened by love and reason and so he is free to be himself.

In that sense, Sukuna has been a catalyst for Megumi's growth from the beginning.

Idk I'm having a hard time grounding this idea but I totally see what you mean. It's something that feels like it was a coincidence, but wasn't really a coincidence lol.

Ah! Sorry anon, that's kind of all the thoughts I have on the topic atm. Not sure if that helps. Let's keep this in mind tho, not only is it good brainrot, the theme of fate is running in the background in jjk.

Thanks for stopping by!

#ask the mental gymnastics anime girl

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fullofsunsetwhispers · 2 years ago

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Who are two xs character who never met and probably never would meet anyway, but you think would along if they could?

I think Megan and Jesse would have been fast friends. Megan would even wanna try on one of their leather jackets and ride on their motorcycles. I also think Dyris and Katnappe would've gotten along. (I think Dyris and Gigi have beef though. No reason for thinking this, I just think they'd have funny beef)

Megan and Jesse as besties? Oh, yes, they would hit it off in an instant. Jesse would even make her an honorary Black Viper Member only to piss off Jack lol. Tbh tho I think all of the Black Vipers would ADORE Megan. For one, she’s cute. The second reason could be that she has had sinister ideas for a 5-year-old lol. They would see potential in her. Besides, she’s fun to hang out with and they could’ve developed older sisters – younger sis relationship. If it weren’t for Megan’s parents the Black Vipers could kidnap her (illegal adoption my fav trope). As for Jesse-Megan's friendship, I bet their favorite activity includes gossiping about Clay and Jack. I even see a mental image of girls sharing the most embarrassing moments of their bro/cousin in front of them. Poor cowboy and evil boy genius kindly ask them to stop, but Megan and Jesse are not even close to the merciful young ladies.

And I agree with anon Dyris and Gigi could have some beef going on simply because of… the conflict of interest. In the episodes featuring these two, it was revealed that

1. Dyris’ plan for world conquer includes covering the whole planet with water

2. while Gigi’s vision of Earth is to expand his plant kingdom and turn all people into plants.

I presume they would argue a lot simply because if one of them succeded – it means the failure of the other one. If Dyris’ plan comes to fruition – Gigi COULD change humans into plants BUT as we know not all the plants like humidity. (and I think Gigi would kinda… die too? Because plants also need soil and Dyris will make sure there would be no land whatsoever?)

Likewise with the opposite situation. If the Heylin Seed’s plans ever came to fruition, it would be impossible for Dyris to retrieve the Lunar Locket and make her dreams of an ever-ending ocean possible.

So, yeah, I also see them as enemies even. Unless they made an alliance in which half of the planet could be Dyris’ Ocean Kingdom and the other – Gigi’s jungle with plant-people society. But it doesn’t seem like a good option for either of them bc they’re too greedy for any compromise, at least in my mind.

Dyris and Katnappe, tho – damn you’re right. They have similar personalities – always trying to get what they want. Once they realize they have a lot in common – they could team up. However, let’s not forget Dyris is a predator and I am more than certain she would double-cross Ashley (du-uh she would literally take advantage of anybody regardless of her likes or dislikes. It’s canon). And Ashley is smart enough not to get involved with ‘the water business’. What I’m trying to say, is their friendship would work out only as evil lady acquaintances. When push comes to shove – it’s either Dyris who tricks Ashley to do her bidding

- or Ashley, who dumps Dyris in the last moment (hopefully before the disaster that requires heroes’ help to undo this)

As we know, Ashley has a tendency to leave her evil partners if she no longer likes the job. I see her telling Dyris something along the lines: ‘too much water? it’s not my thing. I hoped for some treasure chests with gold but if you’re not going to provide I’m outta here’. Additionally, I’m not rejecting the idea of Dyris trying to eat Ashley even if she lived up to her end of the deal. There are no friendships on the heylin side.

On the other hand, there are two villains whose team-up would work out. Sibini and Hannibal Roy Bean. They’re both mind-control masters and they have some past with Chase. And I think if Sibini was ever freed from the wu, they wouldn’t mind helping Hannibal in his revenge against Chase. It would be very interesting if Sibini possessed Omi and made him fight Chase. (if someone reading this wants to write a fanfic based on that, give it a shot please!)

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As always, I leave quite long commentaries, so maybe I’ll move on to the other brotps that in my opinion, would work out.

1. I place my bets on Megan and Le Mime. (yes I love Megan. She deserves to interact with EVERYONE) I can see Le Mime taking to Megan. He would treat her like a princess. He would be the only XS character to truly enjoy her tea parties and take joy from that. Please, consider Le Mime giving Megan invisible balloons and flowers bc that’s damn wholesome. Another bedrock of their friendship would be founded upon pranking Jack tbh. Let’s take as example that situation in which Le Mime gives Megan these ballons, as I suggested earlier.

Jack: Yo, where’s my cousin? Her parents want to leave in an hour.

Le Mime: (points at the ceiling with a smug grin)

Jack, internally screaming: Megan what the hell are you doing up there!?

Megan: I’m flying! You didn’t want to give me your Heli-pack so Mr. Mime helped me to fly!

Jack: (sigh) Ok, whatever. Just come down, will ya?

Megan: Nope! (flies further away in the deeper parts of Jack’s lab)

Jack: Le Mime, please I beg you. I won’t vaporate mimes, I swear! Just bring her to me! She’ll listen to you!

Le Mime: (mimics he wants some payment in form of 2 slices of cake)

Jack: FINE! JUST HURRY UP!

Le Mime: (uses an invisible bow and shoots 3 arrows so the balloons could burst. Then he catches Megan in his arms)

Megan: aaaw. It’s over already? :(

Jack: (takes his cousin away from Mime’s grasp) You. You are a bad influence.

Le Mime: (shrugs, content of the accusation) :) (waves Megan goodbye)

And that’s one of the reasons it’s never peaceful at Spicer Manor lol. All it takes is Megan’s simple request: hey you wanna re-paint my stupid cousin’s robots? And Le Mime’s already on board haha

2. My second suggestion for a nice friendship is the Guardian of the treasure of the Blind Swordsman and the Bird of Paradise. She could be his eyes, y’all. The old man is not a fan of her singing, tho. However, he agrees she’s a great companion. Thanks to her he doesn’t feel as lonely as he used to.

3. Tbh I’m totally in favor of Jack’s creations to find some friends outside Jack’s basement. And I thought – why can’t they be besties with monks’ U-bots from Mr. Tohomiko? Meh, I know it’s impossible coz Jack is an enemy and in consequence, his robots are technically enemies too but I love some unexpected friendships, ok?

4. It’s already people’s favorite but Leafy and Shimo Staff is like the cutest brotp the fandom came up with. It’s my personal favorite now too! They’re cuties. I almost want to draw them as humans someday.

5. Klofange and Chase's warriors. I can't explain why YET but there would be mutual respect between the two parties. They would share stories about their victories as huntsmen or something.

So, to wrap things up, I stan Megan as Le Mime’s little antics-helper and an additional Black Viper. I also want that old Guardian to have someone to talk to and I chose the Bird to be his friend. Dyris and Katnappe could find a common ground quite easily as long as they won’t partner up because that would mean the end of their friendship. Sibini and Bean have a lot in common. Parasite solidarity, am I right? Also let robots hang out despite the rivalry of their masters/owners, alright? And you already know I adore Leafy and Shimo – after all I put them in a boat together in that one silly drawing of mine.

These are my top unexpected XS friendships and my thoughts on how these relationships could work out (or not – if you count that commentary about Dyris and Gigi). Hope ya’ll had a nice read.

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webbyghost · 1 year ago

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OK I was thinking about this again and I made some changes-

Cameraperson has the camera attached to their hand somehow. Their game is to keep filming at all times, all of the other games their friends are put in. Once all the games are done they'll be given a key or whatever to be able to take it off, but if they stop filming it will explode. And they're not allowed to interfere with the other games in any way.

They're otherwise able to move about the city freely, and have to find their friends by using a crude 'treasure map' that john draws up, and they get more pieces from each location. They cant stick around after the games are over- there's a clock at each location that shows how long they have to find the next place or risk camera explosion.

The other games are all based off of children's games, playground equipment, etc:

Hot potato- two to four people have to pass a device around, but it's covered in blades or nails or something that makes it hurt to catch, but if dropped then they all die. Each person is chained to a wall in a room behind them- when the timer goes off, the loser (whoever's left holding the device) is pulled backward into their room where they're killed.

Jump rope- the 'rope' is an electrified metal cable of some kind, player has to keep jumping until the timer runs out. pretty obvious what happens if they don't. 'Rope' speed increases as the time goes by.

Monkey Bars- Player has to cross from one side of a room to retrieve a key, only way to cross is the bars. The bars are widely spaced, and spin in place; maybe some of them are rigged to come loose when too much weight pulls on them? (I am not an engineer. I do not know if this is feasible.) There's a 50 foot drop if they fall. Once they have the key they have to cross back over and unlock the door. There's a time limit.

See Saw (lol)- Three or more players. The see saw like structure they're on is easily unbalanced. Above them is an almost scissor like device that spans the room- every half minute or so it closes, with the implication being that if you're too high up, you risk getting bisected from the neck up. As the timer runs down, the device lowers just before it closes again. There's a scene in which it looks like one player is going to get got, but they time it just right and are able to bend down enough to where they don't die, but do lose an ear perhaps. If the players can keep the see saw balanced enough by the time the game is over, they can all win. (This is a saw movie though, so of course they don't all win. Also, losing a player makes it harder to keep the whole thing balanced.)

Cameraperson's tape says something to the effect of 'you went looking for me, running all over the city and putting people at risk in your search for me. Now you will go on another treasure hunt, but this one has a catch. The prize at the end of this map is your life." Some kind of mention of how cameraperson and their friends are still children, playing at adulthood, so surely they'll have fun playing games with him.

Hire me lionsgate

So, I've been listening to the Jigsquad Pod, in which they discuss how the first Saw film had a very urban legend tone to the story (which. I love. Love. LOVE.) that isn't present in the rest of the franchise. And as someone who has a particular fondness for both found footage and mockumentary style horror, (and having just finished Butterfly Kisses) I thought of something.

I would have absolutely LOVED a mockumentary style movie set before the events of Saw 2, with some film crew going out to try to verify the truth of the Jigsaw killer story. Maybe even set before Adam and Lawrence's game, you know? Before Jigsaw ever made it to the news, like after his first couple of games, when he's just a whisper, a rumor, a boogeyman you tell your friends about.

Some young punks with cameras going out to try to find him, or try to find anyone willing to talk about him. (Hilarious thought- they actually interview either John or Jill who either A. Dismiss the concept or B. Warn them about knocking on enough doors looking for the Devil) And of course eventually they wind up playing their own game. Maybe they're rude to John/Jill/whoever, maybe they just get a step too close to finding out the truth.

It would be a vastly different kind of movie, with them not ending up stuck in a trap like the majority of the victims, but rather like Zepp's game- they have to complete difficult challenges all on camera or they die. The challenges would have to be painful, personal, and they'd have to keep filming or they automatically fail. Maybe the cameraman's challenge is to keep filming, stay on his side of the camera, not allowed to help no matter how much his friends beg?

Cause of death could be poison again, but I rather like the idea of the ending being one of them left, has just barely failed the challenge, and they set the camera down or something, walking off screen, and the last thing we see is either someone in a pig mask following them incredibly closely (think that extremely good scene in the Exorcist 3 with the nurse) OR the camera is picked up and follows the survivor- cut to black or have them turn around and scream, either way could work if done right. Gotta have the iconic game over though, either way.

I don't know how to end this post except to say I want less cop-centric entries into the Sawniverse.

#self reblog #saw franchise #webbys saw mockumentary

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decembercamiecherries · 3 years ago

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word prompt: punch 🥊

All it takes is that one moment--that one barely audible hiss of pain for Gon’s world to turn on an axis.

In a second, Gon is across the room. His punch lands hard, his knuckles colliding with bone until they break, and the enemy crumples to the floor. He doesn’t get up.

Gon spins around. Killua is gaping at him, skin paler than pale except for the red mark on his right cheek. “G-Gon--what--?”

“Are you okay?” Gon cups Killua’s face in his hands and turns him this way and that. The frantic panic bubbling in his chest twists and morphs into a burning anger as the redness on Killua’s cheek grows more pronounced. He shouldn’t have punched the man so hard. He deserved a much worse punishment for maiming Killua. “What did he do to you, Killua? I heard you cry out.”

Killua sighs but doesn’t resist as Gon continues with his examination. “He slapped me. But it didn’t hurt, I was just surprised. He caught me off guard.”

Gon knows better than that. Pain always hurts Killua, he just doesn’t let it affect him. But still, it doesn’t make any sense.

“How did he land a hit on you? You’re the fastest person I know.”

Killua’s eyes dart to the side. “I, uh, was distracted.”

Gon frowns. “By what? There’s no one else in this cave but us. You told me you would handle holding him off while I retrieved the stone. So what changed?”

“I…I was worried. About you. You sounded like you were having a tough time getting the stone out so I lost focus.”

Oh.

Killua lets out a squeak as Gon pulls him into a hug. Gon runs his fingers through Killua’s hair, murmuring, “You never have to worry about me, Killua. I’m fine. As long as you’re here with me, I can do anything.”

#dc writes #killugon #gon freecss #hunterxhunter #aged up au #requests #novembermoonss #they're on a hunter job together okay #they have to retrieve the treasure or something lol #maybe it's for bisky #killua zoldyck #canon universe

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just-a-new-gi-writer · 2 years ago

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A scenario in which Genshin has this message board similar to Animal Crossing where we can type anything we want. The Creator is mute and can only offer encouragements/praises by leaving cute lil love notes to the Acolytes on this particular message board. Thus, it is considered a sacred relic and all offerings are left here. The Creator, as a player, finds these offerings as a daily treasure box with random goodies lol. Acolytes chosen as vessels on that day always look forward to the...(1)

(2) …messages, especially since the Creator has a habit of changing up team comps and mains so nobody feels left out. It deepens both the rivalry and camaraderie amongst the vessels, especially when the Creator ends up getting a new character that deviates the supposed schedule (since they have to focus leveling up and testing that particular character on the field).

A/N: Enjoy!

Word count: 2000, exactly. I know, I'm surprised too.

CW: None

Masterpost

taglist: @iyohime

There was a welcome chill in the air as the two guards walked down the well-trodden path. A few leaves had begun to change their colors; it would not be long before the rest would follow suit. It was a quiet path, even though it was a well-known and well-traveled path. Dozens took this path out and around Inazuma City every single day, bringing their thanks, well-wishes, and gifts.

One of the guards was dealing with the last, carrying in his arms an elegantly carved cherry-wood lockbox, inlaid with amethyst and iolite. Every day, her Immortality gathered offerings, some from the noble houses, into boxes like these to be blessed by a priest and then sent down the path. It was rare for him to get a glimpse of the contents, but he’d seen them this morning. He did wonder why these things were being sent on- mushrooms, thieves’ insignias, rusted machine parts and smoldering cubes. He’d heard that yesterday’s offering had a beetle try to slip out from under the lid.

It wasn’t his job to worry about Their Light’s offerings, however. Ahead of him, the path made its final turn.

At the end of this famous path lay the humble shrine of the Creator, a pearl of Inazuma City. The nobles constantly fought against the Shogun, wishing to expand this shrine that sat so dear and close to Their heart, but time and again She rebuffed their efforts, keeping this place as such.

The low, red and white walls ringed the plot, a tall and wide gate sitting astride the few stairs up to the main area. Sitting as though built into the great sakura tree that dominated the place was the heart of the shrine- a bulletin board, crooked and cracked with age and wear but still standing, sturdy and strong. Paper grew from it, forming sheets and knots; ink occasionally seeped from the cracks, swirled around by an invisible force. Offerings were given at this shrine in the Creator’s honor, and if They were pleased, messages or orders would come loose from the board. This was the daily dealings that Inazuma and her Shogun did with their God.

Sitting all around the shrine were the gifts laid and structures built, either left by the Creator in distaste or taken in gratitude and sublimated into the great tree that dominated the shrine. Prayer slips illegible and jutting from the bark everywhere, fine jewelry being absorbed by errant branches, food being digested inside baskets woven from living roots.

The guards frowned as they approached the center of the shrine. There, like in any of the other days, sat the irregular sheet of paper the Creator had made for them that day, the one that they were tasked to retrieve for Her Eternity. But instead of a pristine paper marked with neat lines of characters, a stream of thick ink poured down its length, dripping into the pan that collected what fell from Their board. Before either of them could react, something on the board broke, sending several half-formed sheets, several malformed and knotted wads of paper, and the ruined orders tumbling down into the pan alongside a new burst of ink.

The two guards shared a glance. This had been happening with concerning frequency these days- what should have been a simple offer-and-receive turned into… this. The guard with the box went off to set the offerings down and retrieve yesterday’s container, freeing it from the day’s growth of branches while the other guard inspected the board more closely.

Advice for a marriage, encouragement to give things another try, admonishment for lying to a friend… the handwriting was all identifiable and identical, but nothing on the board looked like it was what he was supposed to look for. No official seal, no addressing of the Shogun or any of her major subordinates, nothing. It took a minute more of searching before he found something promising, folded inside of one of the sizable knots that broke earlier. Pulling the paper out and inspecting it, he realized it was what they were looking for.

Once he read it fully, he realized that it was but another harbinger of unrest.

There was an uncomfortable chill in the air. Kamisato Ayato and Guji Yae Miko outwardly sat calmly on opposite sides of the table, but everyone else in the room shifted their gazes between the two with visible unease. Not only were these two bright minds of Inazuma frequent foes, skirmishing over any minute detail that got in between them, the world had given them something new over which to lash out at each other- as well as those unfortunate to be in the same room. In fact, two of their frequent targets were in the room at that very moment.

With visible wariness and caution, Thoma set a steaming cup of tea in front of Ayato. Ayato glanced down, delicately grabbed it, and took a sip. “Thoma.”

He flinched. “Y-Yes, Waka?”

“Do you remember my order for tea?”

“Of course I–”

“What was it?”

“Black tea with a touch of milk–”

“And?”

Thoma sighed. “Waka, we both know that there weren’t any of those tapioca beads here. It’s an odd enough good that we had difficulty procuring them for the estate, how do you think they would stock those here?”

“Then perhaps my servants should have thought ahead, hm? Quite unwise to think of a beloved of the Creator like this.”

There was an unsettling chuckle, sending a chill down the spines of most of those in the room. “My my, little Ayato,” Yae Miko smiled behind a hand fan, “perhaps one should know how that Great One expects Their chosen to behave before admonishing others.”

“Oh,” Ayato laughed back, “a thousand pardons. I was just caught off guard, being chastised about ‘proper behavior’ by someone who must have the rite of penance memorized by rote.”

“How cute. Perhaps one might need a reminder about who was elected Their chosen first.”

“Perhaps one needs a reminder of who was chosen after putting their old, disused toys away.”

There was a sudden tinge of ozone in the air. “Do you think Their Grace has abandoned Their beloved? Come now, do you really wish to test that assumption?”

Another voice joined the conversation, one that had remained calm through the developing argument. “Now now,” Shikanoin Heizou looked up from his pile of snacks, “both of you back off; no sense in wasting your breath on each other. The Truth and Light can have more than one favorite, can’t They?”

Yae spared a glare his way. “Such a thing is easy to say for a simple mind that demands all of Their attention. Do you think no one found it odd that a certain someone necessitated a new set of artifacts? I just wonder what might possess a mind like that to claim that they ‘could not resonate’ with a set of artifacts that worked exceptionally well for everyone before them. Quite curious indeed.”

“For your information–”

The grand doors at the end of the hall slid open, revealing a simply-dressed attendant. The room quickly hushed, sitting attentively to the announcements she would proclaim on Their behalf. She took a seat at the end of the table, not hiding her discomfort in being near Yae and Ayato.

She cleared her throat as she straightened out the papers in her hand. “Their grace has again accepted our offerings and has given our nation new orders for training and improvement of Their favored. Those from Inazuma include the prestanding…” she hesitated, “Shikanoin Heizou and Thoma.”

The mood in the room darkened. “…And?” Ayato asked.

Yae leaned in. “Who else?”

The attendant seemed scared of what she was about to say. “Alongside the two newcomers…”

“Newcomers.” The word slid off her tongue dripping with disgust.

“Well,” Ayato asked, “who are they?”

At that moment, the other, less impressive, set of doors slammed open. Everyone turned to look at the intruders to the reading of their Creator’s guidance. Silhouetted in the doorway was a broad, muscled wall of a person whose overcoat was flung open. Red lines traced his body ending at two crimson horns, stark against his white hair.

A great voice boomed through the room. “Guess which Oni finally had their dream about that golden comet! That’s right, Arataki ‘The One and Oni’, ‘Numero Uno’ Itto! Here to take his rightful place alongside all the other Vision holders atop Inazuma City and serve That Big One Above The Sky!”

A tired voice behind him spoke up. “Boss…”

Itto quickly pulled a person from behind him up to his side, rambling through his next sentences quickly. “–Alongside the Deputy Assistant of the Arataki Gang, Kuki Shinobu! Who had her dream of the violet comet just last night. And who would also very much like to work for Them.”

As the guards escorting the two interlopers pushed them into the room and gently guided them to their seats, the rest of the room turned their eyes to the attendant in disbelief. She struggled to meet any of their gazes, choosing instead to bury her head in the paper she held. “The two newcomers are… Arataki Itto and Kuki Shinobu.”

The reactions were… less than ideal.

Most of the people in the room were venting their frustrations at each other or at the attendant, in complete disbelief that the Guarantor of Eternity would choose, much less give an iota of attention, towards the braggart oaf of Inazuma. But two people in the crowd aimed their frustrations at a specific target.

“Curious,” Yae Miko glowered at the newest members of the team, “I thought Their Grace only bothered to call upon their servants who had more than a handful of sense in their skulls.”

“Yes,” Ayato continued. “I thought our Undying Light chose only the best and brightest, but They must certainly be taking pity on the… less-deserving.”

“Ah, you know,” Itto shrugged, “felt like a coin toss whether you get picked or not. I guess I won this time! And hey,” his tone began to sharpen, “perhaps They just wanted someone that didn’t complain about others all the time and who can actually, you know, care about other people? They’re more than just the god of being high-and-mighty.”

“Boss,” Shinobu grabbed his attention. “They’re jealous and trying to get a rise out of you. Deep Peal’s had Their hands full and the flunkies are upset that They’re not paying attention to them. Let them huff and be upset all they want, you and I are the ones getting attention.”

“Oh, I see…” He turned back to the two insufferable Vision-wielders. “So is it true? You two just have your underwear in a twist over nothing?”

“Boss!”

“My,” Yae cut in, “what an observant little weasel. I wonder which of us Electro users might actually be of use to Their Grace. A priest hundreds of years in training, or a little runaway who can’t bear to show her face and true colors.”

“Hey,” Itto stood up quickly, partially shoving the table back, “back off! You clearly don’t prove that age makes you better, you hag! Memory serves, I was the one who won our little competition while you called it quits! So clearly, the Head Honcho prefers someone with a little staying power.”

Ayato raised an eyebrow. “This coming from the Oni who was laid out for weeks? Yes, excellent display of constitution, there.”

“You too? Alright, bring it! Both of you, right now, I’ll prove I can–!”

A great, snarling peal of thunder broke through all the noise, drowning out every voice in the room, rattling the walls and windows, reverberating inside the chests of all gathered. Everyone froze, the thunder continuing to roll as the seconds dragged on. When it finally subsided, the room hung deathly silent as few seemed willing to make another sound.

The attendant cleared her throat. “…Shall we move to the next bullet on the agenda?”

#Itto you idiot #I finally understand why people like writing him though #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact #genshin cult au #ask response

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sourstrawberriezz · 2 years ago

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Hi!!! I normally don't send requests (don't even know if I'm at the right place lol). Anyways, I'm wondering, could you right something about the reader being good friends with Emily and also a guitar player? Like an enemies to lovers thing with Hunter 'cause she caught his attention?!

Bye!!

Of course I can! I absolutely love this idea- (Thank you so much for the request btw!)

After your fifth period class was over, you headed to the cafeteria to have lunch with your childhood best friend, Emily. You took your seat across from her and started up a conversation. “Then I was all like ‘give me my favorite guitar pick back!’ and he wouldn’t! Moral of the story, Skip Hoffman absolutely sucks.” You finished with a sigh.

“Wait hold on just a moment-! Did you get the pick back? I know you treasure that one since you got it at that Metallica concert a few years ago.” Emily replied with concern about your favorite little piece of plastic. “Oh! Yeah, that Clay Moss kid from Molley Coddle got it back for me.” You smiled taking the pick from your pocket and showing it off to Emily.

“Enough about me, what is going on with you? Anything interesting happening?” You asked with enthusiasm. “Wellll.. I got a boyfriend! Or, at least I think we’re dating.” Emily answered with a light blush on her face. You, on the other hand were left jaw dropped. “What!? Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?” You quietly shouted while whipping your head around looking for your best friend’s mystery boyfriend.

“Oh my goodness (Y/n)! Stop trying to look for him!” Emily’s scottish accent really showed when she got flustered. Then your eyes locked with a pair of bluish green eyes partially covered by long brown hair. ‘This isn’t weird right? No! It’s not weird because he was staring first!.. I think.’ You thought to yourself as he broke the stare and quickly turned back around.

After school, you went to one of the music practicing rooms to play your electric guitar. You kept your door cracked open a bit so that you could have playing competitions with Emily. Down the hallway you could hear the cello through Emily’s barely open door, so you played a riff that you’ve been working on for a while. What you didn’t know was that your audience wasn’t just Emily, but also Hunter Sylvester. He had drove to the school to pick up Kevin since he drove him there. On his way to find Kevin, he found your passionate guitar playing instead. He peeked through the window of the door and saw your head thrown back while absolutely shredding that guitar.

He was mesmerized. He’s never seen such love, hard work, and commitment put into an instrument before except whenever he plays. “Metal..” He mumbled before you finally finished. Hunter snapped himself out of his trance and continued down the hallway to retrieve his best friend.

*The next day*

“Hunter please! You have no idea how much she shreds! Just give her a chance.” Kevin practically begged Hunter to give Emily a chance to be Skull Fucker’s bass player. “Oh my fucking god fine Kevin.” Hunter gave in rubbing his temples. Kevin texted Emily and she said she could go to Hunter’s, but today was also the day you and Kevin would meet. Kevin told Emily to just bring you along, and that she did.

Here you were, in the Sylvester house’s basement, accompanied by Emily, Kevin, and Hunter. You were beyond shocked as you heard Hunter tell Emily that she can’t be in the band just because she plays cello. Hearing him degrade your friend pissed you off badly. “Y’know what Sylvester, Emily doesn’t need this band if you won’t accept her for the damn instrument she plays! So you two will see us at the battle of the bands next Friday cracking skulls.” You confidently stated as the room went quiet. All eyes were now on you, but you didn’t budge on your decision. “Kevin it was nice to meet you, can’t say the same for your friend though. Let’s go Emily.” You said as you grabbed the horrified girl’s hand and left.

You and Emily came up with the name Bloody Locket, and for the next week you spent all of your time practicing with Emily, arguing with Hunter at school, and making sure everything was perfect for the battle of the bands. It was happening in two days, so your brain was going haywire. Emily assured you that everything would go great, but you couldn’t help but overthink.

‘What if I play the wrong chord? What if a string snaps? Oh my god, what if I forget the whole song!?’ You thought to yourself. Emily noticed your change in mood the past week, and was getting really worried. She also noticed how much more serious you were about this than she was. Emily was taking this seriously and was going to try her best, but she wasn’t stressing out like you had been the past few days.

*Two days later*

Here you were getting antsy backstage at the battle of the bands. Emily had filled you in yesterday about how Hunter was sent to rehab, which equally surprised you. It also opened your eyes a bit. Hunter dealt with his own struggles and issues, so why were you even being rude to him in the first place? Well it’s because he was shitty to your best friend.. but he apologized. Okay, it’s because uhm, uhhh.. you don’t actually know. He just returned the mean behavior every day so you just went with it. In reality, there’s really nothing to be mad at him for anymore.

After finishing arguing with yourself in your head, you walked over to Hunter who was also backstage, and decided to apologize. “Hey Hunter?” “Huh? Oh uh hey (Y/n).” He replied awkwardly not knowing why you’re talking to him in a calm manner. “I just wanted to say-” “Actually I have something important to tell you. (Y/n), you are so metal, it’s fucking insane. The first time I saw you play, something happened to me because of how much passion you put into that guitar. At first I had no clue what it was, but- I- I thought it was that I hated you I guess? I later found out it wasn’t that I hate you, but actually the opposite. Look, I just want to tell you that I’m sorry for how I acted and that I really like you.” Hunter finally finished. “That.. was pretty much what I was going to say, but you already spoke for the both of us so..” You heard Molley Coddle getting cheered for indicating they were done with their song, so you and Emily were up now. (I’m sorry I don’t know what to put here-)

*1 week later*

A lot of things can change in a week ya know? You and Hunter were now together, you had merged your bands after the battle of the bands, and now you’re in his basement practicing songs with your favorite people. Things couldn’t be better.

(Hey guys! I’m so sorry this took so long to get out, but I finally finished it! I hope you liked it!)

#fanfic #metal lords #hunter sylvester #emily #kevin schlieb #x reader

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harleybeaumont · 2 years ago

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This is also both a birthday gift and a collaboration with @harleybeaumont. It wouldn't have reached the levels of, for lack of a better word, Maxness that it did without her suggestions and input.

YESSSSSS! thank you!

Matilda laughed, “Only because I let you sneak cookies before dinner! What are you doing here?”

i love this woman already! she seems like shes such a sweet, motherly type!

The staff pretended not to notice that Max spent the night in Riley’s room when she was there, with or without the king present.

“Treasure room, Matilda! Room of wonderous treasure!” Max corrected her.

“Mm.” Matilda looked at him skeptically, “Duke Beaumont calls it a junk room.”

hahahah love it! of course max thinks its wonderous treasure!

the octopus pinball machine and the inflatable tube guy! bahaha

Several of the speakers had peeling stickers on them that read “DJ Beats-well”.

love that you added that little tidbit!

PEACOCK SHOWING AWARDS?!?!

🤣🤣🤣

“Oh!” Max jumped up, tripping over the box he had just filled in his haste to get to her, “Those have to stay together! They’re a family!”

“What?” She laughed but fell serious as she took in his expression. “Ah, Max, is this how you dealt with losing both of your parents?”

omg this is funny and sweet and SAD all at once!

Riley is so sweet to bring his gnome family to Valtoria

“Really?” Max asked in excitement, “Bertrand wouldn’t let me keep it in the kitchen here, he said it was vulgar!”

the fact that Bertrand called it vulgar makes me laugh so hard! it's hilarious and such a bertrand thing to say!

Riley sidestepped him easily as she held one up and read, “Thomas G. Paris, The Grand Hilton….” A wicked smile spread across her face, “These are trophies!”

“Fuck!” He gave up, tilting his head up to stare at the ceiling in consternation, “You’re going to tell Liam about this, aren’t you?”

She ignored the question as she continued to rifle through the box, “Damn Max! How many guys have you fucked?”

But now I wanna know! lol

omg she found a womans name and is now insanely jealous!

“I know and I love you,” her fingers stroked down his cheek and ran along his bottom lip.

He dropped down to his knees in front of her as he took her hand in his, “I’m yours, one hundred percent. To do with whatever you want!”

Liam got as jealous and possessive as she did. It was in nobody’s best interest for him to have a list of names of men that Max had been with. Especially the men whose names were on that list.

I want more DETAILS! 🤣

Turning toward it, she saw a hideous miniature monster peering around the corner at her. With an ear-piercing scream, she drop-kicked it, sending it flying across the room to thump into the far wall.

IM CRYING! 🤣🤣🤣

Max was distressed by the turn of events, “Why Riley? Why? What did Mr. Giggles do to deserve that?”

“Mr. Babadook you mean?”

“What? No!” Max shot her an offended look as he darted across the room to retrieve the fallen doll, “Mr. Giggles is good!”

“Max that thing is hideous! Where did it come from? Why do you have it?” she demanded.

Im seriously supressing the urge to reblog every single sentence in here because its GOLD

Liam jerked back in surprise, his eyes going wide, “Oh…I…uh…”

“Isn’t he great?” Max gushed.

“Y..yeah…sure,” Liam covered his repulsion. The thing looked like something out of a horror movie, but Max was excited so Liam pasted on his best prince smile and tried to be supportive.

Liam's reaction! hahaha

OMG THE WHOLE FLASHBACK SCENE! I SNORTED, I CRIED, I FELL OUT OF MY CHAIR! This was the funniest shit I have ever read! Fucking hilarious! Drake punching it making Maxwell's nose bleed! The doll looking like its attacking Max and Drake trying to save him! Leo and Liv taking to doll to torment the staff! The chaos! The maid making the sign of a cross!

“Hm,” Riley tapped her fingers against her lips thoughtfully, “And Drake was really scared of it?”

“Yeah…why?”

“No reason,” she tossed her hair as she gave him a grin and headed back to the closet to finish sorting through postcards, “You can bring him.”

I see where this is going and I can't wait!

A dark flush spread across Max’s face, “It’s a fictionalized account of your relationship Liam.”

“Really?” Surprise pulled through her.

“Really. I mean, I left out a lot, like all the scandal-causing parts, but maybe it was my way of dealing with stuff when you dumped me for him.”

aww poor baby! He's right, it all worked out in the end! But im sad he never sent any of his stories in! Glad riley told him they were good :)

The moment Max was out the door, Riley plucked the sealed manuscript out of the top of the cardboard box she had tossed it into and placed it in Marco’s hands, “Put this in the outgoing mail when we get back to the palace, but don’t let Max see it!”

aww 🥰🥰🥰

Max slid into the backseat, Mr. Giggles leaned over the front seat, “Hey, Drake! Look what I found!”

Drake turned his head, his body jerked away then he instinctively punched the doll in the face before jumping out of the vehicle, “Fuck no! Get that thing out of my car!”

The laughter cut off as his eyes landed on Marco and the other guards who all turned abruptly and pretended to be doing other things.

“For the love of Christ!” He muttered under his breath as he got back in the car, “Keep that thing away from me or it’s going in the trunk and then the woodchipper when we get home!”

“Okayyyy…” Max sat Mr. Giggles in the seat next to him and buckled the seatbelt around him.

This! All of this! i can barely see I'm laughing so hard! and he BUCKLED the dummy in! STOPPPP lol

“She’s right, my little niblet,” Liam told him, “Insider information or not, they wouldn’t publish something of subpar quality. Offer you money for an interview, maybe, or make the offer contingent on heavy editing, so if they want to publish as is, it’s good.”

“He’s right Max,” Drake chimed in as he scooped more food onto his plate, “and what the fuck is a little nib-you know what? Never mind, I don’t want to know. You guys and your weird terms of endearment…”

haha little niblet! I was wondering if Drake was gonna comment on that one!

“You like it!” Riley told him saucily.

“Mmm,” was his only response but it was all that was required. He did like it and they all knew it, so he decided to just drop the subject altogether.

of course he likes it! that marshmallow!

“Thank you for believing in me,” he crossed the room to embrace her again, “I love you.”

“Oh, Maxey,” she held her daughter in one arm and reached for him with the other, “I love you too!”

aw such a sweet fluffy ending! so happy for max!

This story was so amazing! thank you so much for writing it! I swear I smiled the entire time!

Max's Room: A Bad Romance One-Shot

Series: Bad Romance Continues

Original Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Rashad

Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Max (mostly)

Rating: R

Warnings for this chapter: Language, sexual innuendo

Word Count: 5,670

A/N: This is my submission for Maxwell Appreciation Week Day 3 "The Early Years". Though this is set in the present, it references his childhood frequently and even includes a flashback.

A/N2: This is also both a birthday gift and a collaboration with @harleybeaumont. It wouldn't have reached the levels of, for lack of a better word, Maxness that it did without her suggestions and input.

A/N3: καρδιά μου is Greek, is pronounced Kar dee ah mo, and means my heart.

My other stuff: Master List.

“We’re here!” Riley called out as Maxwell threw open the front doors and they strode into the foyer.

Four members of the Queen’s Guard followed behind them, arms filled with unassembled packing boxes.

“Riley!” A short, heavy-set woman with greying black hair that was piled on top of her head in a bun threw herself at the young queen.

Riley laughed as she returned the hug, “Matilda! How have you been?”

“Bored without you and Lord-I mean Max,” She beamed at the younger Beaumont brother, “to keep things interesting!”

It had taken Riley months to convince the head of Ramsfords housekeeping staff to dispense with formalities and call them by their first names. Years of Bertrand’s insistence on following protocol and using proper titles had been hard to overcome. She still only did it when the duke wasn’t present to hear. At some point, Matilda had decided that a queen outranked a duke, but he was still her boss.

Max hugged her next, “You were always my favorite, you know that right?”

Matilda laughed, “Only because I let you sneak cookies before dinner! What are you doing here?”

Ever since Max had taken the position of first assistant and top advisor to the queen, he had been largely absent from the estate. She had missed his shenanigans.

“Bert said I had to come clean out my room.”

Matilda looked at him in puzzlement, “All of the bedrooms are kept clean, especially yours and Riley’s!”

The staff pretended not to notice that Max spent the night in Riley’s room when she was there, with or without the king present.

“Not that room. The other one.”

Matilda glanced at Riley, taking in her very unqueenly attire of short cropped denim pants, a t-shirt tied in a knot at the waist, and a colorful bandana tied in her hair, “Are you here to help him clean out his junk room?”

“Treasure room, Matilda! Room of wonderous treasure!” Max corrected her.

“Mm.” Matilda looked at him skeptically, “Duke Beaumont calls it a junk room.”

Max rolled his eyes, “Which is why we are here to clean it out! I have to rescue my stuff!”

“Is it in danger?” Matilda asked.

“Yes! Bert said he’s going to donate it all if I don’t come do something with it!”

“All right. To the treasure room then!” Riley exclaimed, waving bye to Matilda as she pushed Max toward the staircase.

The guards deposited the boxes in the hallway outside the door Max pointed at and retreated as Riley waved them away, “We’ll call you when it’s time to carry things!”

Max had been clear that he didn’t want the guards going through his things. Riley was the only person he was allowing to help him sort through his treasured possessions.

“Why do you have a separate room for all this stuff, Max?” Riley asked as she pushed the door open. Her eyes swept over the room, taking in the flotsam and jetsam of Max’s childhood and young adult years.

Random pieces of dirt bikes were scattered across a long collapsible table. A hoverboard lay on its side, nearly tripping her as she tried to get into the room.

“Sorry!” Max said sheepishly as he picked it up and sat it on top of the octopus-themed pinball machine that rested next to the door.

Riley picked her way through basketballs, soccer balls, discarded fencing gear, and for some reason one of those inflatable tube guys.

“To answer your question,” Max said as he quickly assembled a box and started scooping DVDs into it, “it’s because Bert said I had too much stuff in my room. So, I found another room to put it all in.”

Riley raised an eyebrow as her eyes swept across the debris. A full quarter of the room was devoted to music. There were multiple guitars, both acoustic and electric, as well as several amplifiers, a karaoke machine, and DJ equipment including turntables, mixers, controllers, and speakers strewn everywhere. Several of the speakers had peeling stickers on them that read “DJ Beats-well”. Band posters hung on the walls and there was a large glass punch bowl full of guitar picks.

The corner across from the deconstructed DJ booth was devoted to fencing. Several swords hung on the wall and there was a rack holding fencing jackets, pants, and masks. There was even a piste taking up a good portion of the room on that side, there were fencing gloves and shoes scattered everywhere on the mat.

She turned her head to observe the shelves gracing the wall closest to her. Peacock showing awards and breakdancing trophies adorned several of the shelves, but what intrigued her were the small statues, “Hey, Max…”

“Yeah?” He didn’t look up from the pile of books he had started sorting through.

“Why do you have garden gnomes in here?”

“Oh!” Max jumped up, tripping over the box he had just filled in his haste to get to her, “Those have to stay together! They’re a family!”

“What?” She laughed but fell serious as she took in his expression. “Ah, Max, is this how you dealt with losing both of your parents?”

He flushed, reaching to take the gnome out of her hand and setting it back on the shelf next to the others, as he mumbled, “I know it’s stupid…”

“It is not!” She assured him, “You were a kid! And no offense, but your brother wasn’t exactly warm and fuzzy.”

“Oh yeah, no, he did his best and he was really stressed out trying to learn to run everything himself at such a young age and-“

“Max, Max, Max!” Riley reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, prompting him to turn toward her, “I wasn’t judging him! I was just empathizing with teenage you! I know he did his best, but he was your brother, and you needed a parent!”

He pulled her into a hug, “Thanks, Ri. You’re right. And you know what?”

“What?” She asked as they pulled apart.

He took the gnome off the shelf again, “I have a family now! I have you and Liam and Ellie and even Drake, so I don’t really need-“

“Don’t even think about it!” Riley yanked it out of his hand before he could put it in the donate box and deposited it in the box marked “Valtoria”, “The whole family is coming to live in our garden! Gnomes prefer it outside and they’ll brighten the place up!”

“Thanks,” he said softly as he helped her pack the rest of them into the box.

Riley enlisted the four guardsmen that had accompanied them to carry the boxes marked “donate” outside for pick up as they were filled. They sorted quickly through the obvious things. Fencing gear and all the other sports-related paraphernalia were being donated to youth programs in the area, along with the pinball machine and hoverboard.

The more sentimental possessions were going either down the hall to his room or to Valtoria or back to the palace with them.

At the back of the walk-in closet, Riley found an octopus cup holder. She held it up triumphantly as if she’d just found something valuable, “This is coming home with us!”

“Really?” Max asked in excitement, “Bertrand wouldn’t let me keep it in the kitchen here, he said it was vulgar!”

“Well I think it’s fabulous and it’s going on our kitchen counter at the palace!”

“Oh! Wait! I have cups that go with that!”

As Max was packing the coffee cups, Riley found a wooden keepsake box in the closet and slid it onto her lap. She unlatched it and opened the lid curiously. “Hey, Max…”

“Yeah?”

“Why on earth do you have a box full of do not disturb tags?”

“Oh, shit!” He fumbled a cup in his haste to get to her. He rolled rather than stand up and walk. He tried to snatch the box out of her hands, but she was quicker.

She walked across the room as she flipped through them, “These are all from different hotels…why do they have names written on them?”

“Riley, you were never supposed to see those!”

“Why not?” She glanced up at him then back down at the box as her eyes widened, “Oh shit! Are these like…trophies?”

Max stood up and lunged for the box again.

Riley sidestepped him easily as she held one up and read, “Thomas G. Paris, The Grand Hilton….” A wicked smile spread across her face, “These are trophies!”

“Fuck!” He gave up, tilting his head up to stare at the ceiling in consternation, “You’re going to tell Liam about this, aren’t you?”

She ignored the question as she continued to rifle through the box, “Damn Max! How many guys have you fucked?”

“Riley, please!”

Her smile disappeared as she plucked out a tag with a woman’s name on it. Dropping the offending tag back into the box, she shoved it into his hands, “Here, this isn’t fun anymore!”

“Why do you think I didn’t want you to see it?” He asked as he took it from her and tossed it into the waste bin.

“I know you had a past before me, I just don’t like thinking about you with other women!” She knew she sounded petulant, but she couldn’t help it. The idea of Max with any other woman drove her mad with jealousy. Other men were fine.

She never claimed to be logical.

“Barely,” he reminded her, “They were mostly men. But it doesn’t matter, I have you and Liam now and the past is in the past.”

“I know…”

“Besides,” he did a little dance move as he shimmied up to her, “they don’t count. No woman has ever affected me like you do and I’ve certainly never been in love with another one.”

“I know and I love you,” her fingers stroked down his cheek and ran along his bottom lip.

He dropped down to his knees in front of her as he took her hand in his, “I’m yours, one hundred percent. To do with whatever you want!”

Her pupils dilated a little as she pushed him away, “Okay, enough of that! Keep it up and we’re not going to get any more cleaning done, and I don’t want to have to come back tomorrow! Get up!”

“Fine, but this is to be continued, okay?”

“Oh, fuck yeah it is! And don’t worry, I won’t tell Liam about all the guys.”

Liam got as jealous and possessive as she did. It was in nobody’s best interest for him to have a list of names of men that Max had been with. Especially the men whose names were on that list.

“Thanks.”

Riley went back to sorting through the walk-in closet. She became so deeply engrossed in Max’s postcard collection that she didn’t notice him creep up to the door with a large ventriloquist dummy in his hands.

Max stayed outside the closet but leaned the doll around the corner so it was peeking at Riley. He suppressed a giggle at the thought of how surprised she was going to be as he mimicked a high falsetto, “Riiiiiiileeeeey!!!”

Riley had just stood to reach up for the next box on the closet shelf when she heard the weird voice. Turning toward it, she saw a hideous miniature monster peering around the corner at her. With an ear-piercing scream, she drop-kicked it, sending it flying across the room to thump into the far wall.

Max was distressed by the turn of events, “Why Riley? Why? What did Mr. Giggles do to deserve that?”

“Mr. Babadook you mean?”

“What? No!” Max shot her an offended look as he darted across the room to retrieve the fallen doll, “Mr. Giggles is good!”

“Max that thing is hideous! Where did it come from? Why do you have it?” she demanded.

“Well, like you pointed out, I was lonely as a kid after my mom died so my dad bought me these dummies, either to be nice to me or just so he didn’t have to play with me, I’m not sure…but either way…they were my friends!”

“Wait! There are more of those?”

“Yeah, want to see?”

“No, I do not!”

“But-“

“Those are not coming home with us, Max!”

“Oh, come on! Maybe not all of them, but at least Mr. Giggles!”

Riley crossed her arms and shook her head sternly, “No.”

“Damn. It’s not even the first time Mr. Giggles has been banned from the palace…”

“Wait. What?”

“The one time I took him to a sleepover with Liam, Constantine said that the path of destruction he left was too expensive to be repeated.”

Riley uncrossed her arms, “Max, tell me this story!”

“Liam! Liam! Liam!” a nine-year-old Max bounced up and down gleefully, “I can’t wait to show you my new friend!”

“New friend?”

“Yes! His name is Mr. Giggles and my dad got him for me! Look!” Max pulled the dummy out of his suitcase with a flourish.

Liam jerked back in surprise, his eyes going wide, “Oh…I…uh…”

“Isn’t he great?” Max gushed.

“Y..yeah…sure,” Liam covered his repulsion. The thing looked like something out of a horror movie, but Max was excited so Liam pasted on his best prince smile and tried to be supportive.

“Where’s Drake?” Max asked, “I want to show him too!”

“I think he said he was going to the kitchen to raid the pantries,” Liam said carefully. He wasn’t sure Drake was going to be as diplomatic as he had been about Max’s new toy.

Before Liam could protest, Max was heading out the door, “Come on!”

With a sigh, Liam followed him through the palace to the darkened kitchen.

They found Drake digging through one of the larger pantries. He had climbed up onto a countertop and was standing on his tiptoes trying to reach a tin of cookies on the top shelf.

Max put his finger on his nose to indicate to Liam to keep quiet as he walked up behind Drake, holding Mr. Giggles in front of him, “Draaaake…”

Drake turned his head down and to the side, his eyes grew bigger than they’d ever been in his life and a hoarse scream ripped from his throat as he lost his footing on the countertop and fell backward, pulling the entire shelving unit with him.

“Drake, are you okay?” Liam lunged into the pantry to help his friend up.

Before Liam could make it to him, Drake jumped to his feet, balled his hand into a fist, and punched Mr. Giggles so hard that the doll’s head smashed into Max’s face, sending blood spurting out of both nostrils.

“Ow!” Max instinctively threw the dummy at Drake and grabbed his nose.

Drake saw the monster flying at his face, he scrambled backward, his body thunking into the shelves filled with glass containers of pasta, flour, sugar, and cornmeal. Drake covered his head and dunked as glass jars fell and shattered on the hard floor of the pantry.

By the time Drake lifted his head to survey the scene, Max had darted forward to grab his doll. As he plucked it off the floor, the toy’s arms swung back and forth. What Drake saw was Max with a bloody face and Mr. Giggles attacking him.

“AAAiiiieeeeee!” Drake ripped the doll from Max’s arms and threw it with all his might toward the open door of the pantry where Liam had retreated to when the second shelf had gone down and things had started to fall.

Liam released an ear-splitting scream as he tried to shove the dummy away while jumping backward away from it. He careened into a service cart, sending it, and everything on it, clattering to the floor. He landed in a heap in the middle of the mess.

“What the hell is going on in here?” A voice boomed out as Leo, followed by Olivia, came to investigate the noise.

“Drake punched my friend!” Max cried, tears and snot mixing with the blood on his face.

“Your what?” Drake cried, “I just saved you from that thing!”

Leo doubled over in laughter as Olivia picked the discarded doll up from the floor, and held it up in the air with disdain, “Is this what caused all that racket?”

“You guys were afraid…of a doll?” Leo howled with laughter as he held his stomach.

“A what?” Drake looked at the dummy now limp in Olivia’s grasp, “It was moving!”

“It was me! I was moving it!” Max sobbed.

“Hey, Liv!” Leo snatched the doll out of her hands, “Want to see the maids lose their minds? Come on!”

“Wait! No! It’s mine!” Max wiped his face on his sleeve and took off after Leo and Olivia.

Leo sprinted from the kitchens into the formal dining room where several of the maids were busy cleaning. He skidded to a stop in the doorway, his eyes quickly assessing the best target. There, at the largest of the palace’s China cabinets stood a maid on a stool, dusting and replacing each item.

Leo stifled a giggle as he made his way stealthily across the room, Olivia right behind him, hand clamped over her own mouth in an effort to keep quiet.

“Leo, no!” Max skidded into the room, but it was too late.

The maid turned her head just as Leo thrust the doll up toward her. She whacked at it with her feather duster as she fell back with a scream.

She toppled off the stepstool, jarring the cabinet on her way down. The cabinet thumped against the wall and then forward again, plates and teacups tumbling from the glass shelves. Pieces of dinnerware splintered, cracked, and smashed all around her as she covered her head and howled with terror and rage.

“Maria! What in the world-“ a second maid hurried across the room but stopped short as Leo turned toward her, propelling the doll into her face.

“Aaaaahhhhh!” the second woman slapped the dummy out of Leo’s grasp as she stumbled backward screaming for help.

Jackson Walker strode into the middle of utter chaos. Leo and Olivia were laughing so hard that they were turning red. Maxwell was crying and clutching a doll to his chest, one of the maids was sprawled in the middle of the floor surrounded by broken dishes and another was making the sign of the cross as she prayed out loud in Italian.

Before he could react to the sight in front of him, Liam and Drake trailed into the room. Drake was covered in flour and bits of dried pasta. Liam had removed his shirt, leaving it next to the cart that had spilled an entire pitcher of tea all over him. His hair was wet, sticky, and matted from the tea and sugar he had rolled in.

“Do I even want to know?” Jackson sighed.

“Oh, my God, Max!” Riley was delighted, “That’s hysterical!”

"No, Riley, it was traumatizing!”

“And Constantine banned you from bringing it to the palace again?”

“Yes, and not just because of all the broken stuff. Apparently, he had to give the maids raises to get them to stay.”

“Just because of that?”

“Oh, no. That was by far not the first or only prank Leo ever played on them! I think it was a straw that broke the camel’s back situation.”

“Hm,” Riley tapped her fingers against her lips thoughtfully, “And Drake was really scared of it?”

“Yeah…why?”

“No reason,” she tossed her hair as she gave him a grin and headed back to the closet to finish sorting through postcards, “You can bring him.”

“Really?”

“Really. Just…keep him away from me…and Ellie!”

“Done!” Max jumped up and down a little.

“I’m not going to find any more of those in this closet am I?”

“No,” he affirmed, as he pointed, “They’re all in that steamer trunk over there.”

“Okay, good!”

Max decided to move the trunk to his bedroom down the hall. He wanted to keep the dummies, but there was no need to take them to Valtoria or the palace. Except for his favorite. He placed Mr. Giggles near the door and went back to sorting. He had five piles in the middle of the room: donate, move to his room, take to Valtoria, take to the palace, and throw away.

Once the postcards had all been boxed up to donate to a local preschool for art projects, Riley tackled the desk in the corner nearest the closet.

The computer itself would be donated. Max had a newer, better laptop he currently used. The desk could go too, but first, it needed to be cleaned out. Riley slid the top drawer open, her hand rummaging through pens, pencils, half-used erasers, paperclips, rubber bands, and other various assorted office detritus.

She dumped the entire drawer into the waste bin and moved on to the middle drawer. Old CD-ROMs, some partially used notebooks, legal pads, and sticky notes sat in the drawer collecting dust.

The contents of the middle drawer also went straight into the trash.

She pulled the bottom drawer open and removed a stack of papers, placing them on the desk in front of her. She shuffled through the stack, her interest growing with each document she skimmed.

In her hands she held manuscripts, half-written screenplays, and sheaves of paper containing short stories, poetry, and scripts. She stopped sorting and started reading, becoming so engrossed that she lost track of time. When she finally looked up, it was to exclaim, “Max! These are good!”

“What?” Max glanced up from the PSP games he was matching with cases and packing into a donation box. His eyes went wide as he took in what she was doing. Stumbling to his feet, he darted across the room, “Riley, no! Don’t read those!”

“Why not?” she asked as she turned her body to put it between him and the papers.

“Because they’re not any good!”

“Yes, they are!”

“No, they’re not! You’re just being nice because you love me!”

Riley gave him a level look, “Since when have I ever pulled any punches just because I love someone?”

“Okay….fair point. But-“

Riley held up an oversized white envelope, “This one is fully written, sealed, and addressed to a publisher! Why didn’t you send it?”

“I told you, it’s no good! Bert told me it was silly….”

“I thought we already established that Bertrand can be a colossal dick with a humongous stick up his ass.”

“I know, but-“

“You never sent any of them?”

Max shook his head.

“What’s this one about?” She tapped the sealed envelope.

A dark flush spread across Max’s face, “It’s a fictionalized account of your relationship Liam.”

“Really?” Surprise pulled through her.

“Really. I mean, I left out a lot, like all the scandal-causing parts, but maybe it was my way of dealing with stuff when you dumped me for him.”

“Ah, Max,” She dropped the pages onto the top of the desk, as she stood up and pulled him into a hug, “I’m so sorry for that.”

“It’s okay,” he told her, but he squeezed her back tightly, “It all worked out in the end!”

“It did,” she agreed as she released him and scooped the papers off the desk, depositing them into a box marked “palace”.

“We can just throw those away,” Max protested.

“I don’t think so, Max. Even if you never publish any of them, these are good, and you poured your heart and soul into them. They come with us.”

“Okay,” a shy smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. It made him happy that she liked his writing.

One of Riley’s queen’s guards popped his head into the room, “Excuse me but Captain Walker just called. He’s ten minutes out.”

“Thank you, Marco!” Riley sang out, then turning to Max, she said, “All right, let’s wrap this up! Drake is picking us up, we’re going to lunch at that new Greek fusion restaurant in town.”

The restaurant had already been cleared and secured by the guard pending their arrival.

Max’s head swiveled around the room, “I think that’s just about everything.”

“Why don’t you take those two boxes of things that stay here down the hall to your bedroom, and I’ll have the guards finish getting the stuff that goes with us loaded into the back of their SUV.”

“Okay!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Marco gave her a curt nod and then bound down the stairs to secure the envelope in his vehicle before it was spotted by the younger Lord Beaumont.

Drake was standing outside, leaning against his car, deep in conversation with one of the guardsmen when Riley came out. His eyes lit up when they fell on her. He quickly wrapped up his conversation and hurried over to greet her.

“There you are, καρδιά μου,” he pulled the car door open for her, “You ready to go?”

“Hey, babe!” She turned her cheek up to him for a kiss before she climbed into the passenger seat of his deep maroon Devore GT, “Yes, I’m starving! We’re just waiting on Max.”

Drake pushed her door shut and walked around the car to lower himself into the driver’s seat. The guards would follow in one of the crown-issued SUVs. He liked to do his own driving whenever possible. Since he was the head of the Queen’s Guard, he got away with it. It helped that his car was custom-built with a full roll cage and bulletproof glass, just like all the cars in the royal fleet.

“So how bad was it?” He asked.

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad-“ Riley was interrupted by Max tapping on the window. He opened the door as she leaned forward, pulling the seat with her so he could climb in behind her.

Max slid into the backseat, Mr. Giggles leaned over the front seat, “Hey, Drake! Look what I found!”

Drake turned his head, his body jerked away then he instinctively punched the doll in the face before jumping out of the vehicle, “Fuck no! Get that thing out of my car!”

Fortunately, Max was prepared this time and moved out of the way without getting a bloody nose. “Ah, come on, Drake! Let bygones be bygones! Mr. Giggles is sorry…” he wiggled the doll back and forth.

“I will fight you, Beaumont! I have never laid hands on you in a violent manner before, despite the many, many times I’ve threatened to, but this time I’m fucking serious!”

Riley leaned across the console and peered up at him from inside the car, as she shook with laughter, “Ah, come on cuddle bear! It’s just a doll!”

“I-“ Drake’s head snapped around as he heard laughter.

The laughter cut off as his eyes landed on Marco and the other guards who all turned abruptly and pretended to be doing other things.

“For the love of Christ!” He muttered under his breath as he got back in the car, “Keep that thing away from me or it’s going in the trunk and then the woodchipper when we get home!”

“Okayyyy…” Max sat Mr. Giggles in the seat next to him and buckled the seatbelt around him.

Drake cut his eyes sidewise at Riley as he started the car, “Really, babe?”

She shrugged, “No, yeah, I agree, it’s creepy as fuck, but it makes him happy.”

“Are you sure we’re not all living with a serial killer?”

“I heard that!” Max snapped.

“You were meant to!” Drake snapped back.

Riley dropped her hand on top of Drake’s with a smile, “We can sneak up on Liam with it when we get home.”

That drew a smile out of him, “Yeah, okay. That’ll be fun.”

********

Three months later…..

“That’s weird,” Max said as he stood at the counter sorting through the mail.

Liam looked up from the table where he was trying and failing, to get crown princess Eleanor to eat her breakfast, “What’s weird?”

“There’s a letter from a publisher addressed to me…but I never sent anything to a publisher…”

“Huh, that is weird,” Riley took a big bite of her scrambled eggs and looked the other direction.

Drake paused with his coffee cup halfway to his mouth, “Oh, I know that look! Riley, what did you do?”

She widened her eyes at him as she shook her head.

Liam gave up trying to get his daughter to eat and handed her a sippy cup before turning his attention to his wife, “What did you do, love?”

She swallowed her eggs and reached for her orange juice, “Why is everyone looking at me?”

Max stared down at the envelope in his hands, “Riley….did you send one of my manuscripts to a publisher?”

She set the glass carefully on the table in front of her, “Maybe…”

Annoyance and excitement fought for dominance as his finger toyed with the flap, “Which one?”

“The one that was already addressed and ready to go, of course,” she pushed away from the table and walked up behind Max. Laying her hand on his shoulder, she told him, “Well, go on…open it!”

Liam stood and joined them, “I didn’t know you wrote, Max. What did you write?”

“A book about us!” Riley answered.

“Oh! I…uh…” Liam stammered as panic spiked through him.

“No, no!” Max exclaimed, “I left out any details that could cause a scandal! It’s a highly fictionalized account!”

“Oh, thank God!” Liam sat back down to accommodate his suddenly rubbery knees.

Drake smirked at him as he slathered jam on his toast, “I’m glad no one gives a shit what I do!” he said before jamming half the slice into his mouth at once.

“Are you mad?” Riley leaned into Max from behind, trying to see over his shoulder.

“No,” he touched the hand that was still resting on his shoulder, “I could never be mad at you, for any reason.”

“Good! Now open it!” she commanded.

Max slid the letter opener under the flap and tore it open. He pulled out the paper inside and unfolded it. Smoothing it out, his eyes scanned down the page then his jaw dropped, “It’s an offer of publication! They like it! They want to publish it!”

“Eeee, Max! I knew it!” Riley spun him around so she could hug him, “I told you that your writing was good!”

“Either that or they just want the inside scoop on you and Liam,” he said as he hugged her back.

“They wouldn’t want to publish it if it wasn’t good, Max!” She admonished him.

“Really?” Liam turned to him with a smirk, “Cuddle bear?”

“Yeah,” Max joined in, “Snuggle bug? Marshmallow? Squishy?”

“Hey!” Drake’s face flamed red, “Those are all her! I can’t control what she does!”

“You like it!” Riley told him saucily.

“Mmm,” was his only response but it was all that was required. He did like it and they all knew it, so he decided to just drop the subject altogether.

“Congratulations, Max,” Liam started gathering his things to leave for the day, “I’m sure it’s amazing and I can’t wait to read it!”

“Thanks, babe,” Max blushed as he read the letter again.

Drake finished his third helping of breakfast and pushed away from the table to fill his thermos. Once that was done, he set it on the counter nearest the door so he wouldn’t forget it on his way out. “Congrats, buddy!” He smacked Max on the back then grabbed Riley and pulled her into him for a goodbye kiss.

Liam kissed Max goodbye then turned to Riley and Drake, “Ahem! May I kiss my wife now?”

Drake pulled away from her reluctantly, “Fine!” He huffed, “I’m late anyway!”

“I’ll see you at lunch, cuddle bear!” she called after him before letting Liam pull her into a passionate embrace.

“And I’ll see you at dinner, my king,” she told him when he finally broke the kiss, “just the two of us!”

“Can’t wait!” Liam hurried toward the door, “Have a good day!”

“Oh, I will,” she waved bye to Liam before making her way to the table. She removed the highchair tray and started wiping Ellie’s hands and face “I have the morning free. I want to give Ellie her bath and play with her a little but when she goes down for her morning nap, maybe you and I can celebrate this accomplishment properly!”

“I’d like that, blossom. And hey….”

She looked up as she pulled Ellie from the highchair, “Yeah?”

“Thank you for believing in me,” he crossed the room to embrace her again, “I love you.”

“Oh, Maxey,” she held her daughter in one arm and reached for him with the other, “I love you too!”

He leaned down and kissed her while the tiny princess in her arms pinched his face. They were standing in the middle of the aftermath of their family breakfast, the kitchen in total disarray, his skin greasy everywhere Ellie touched him, her little fist clenching his cheek in a death grip, but Riley’s lips were on his, the people he loved believed in him, and he was blissfully, perfectly, unequivocally happy.

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Unfavorable Guidance | H.Shinso

✎ Mindjack has been doing these kind of jobs since he was recruited as a hero, he is unmistakingly the best at them, doesn’t need anyone butting their noses in his business, especially you, the sly fox in disguise, offering your tainted helping hand.

✎ Protagonists: Hitoshi Shinso x Fem!Reader.

✎ Word count: 6.4K

✎Category: noncon/dubcon, Smut MDNI, Prohero!au

✎Caution(!): noncon/dubcon, Smut 18+ MDNI please, , mentions of alcohol, mentions of murder, minor character death, sex under quirk use, spitting, degrading, swearing, manipulation, unprotected sex.

✎ Author’s notes: I KNOW I’M LATE EUFGKHDFVBDFXL, but here is my contribution to @daisy-bakugo 2k event Vice City! Please take the time to read everyone’s work if you haven’t! Thank you so much for letting me participate.

I listened to this throughout the entire process of writing it, if you’re familiar with Kingdom Hearts, some names will ring a bell to you lol. also I hate the header and the summary but you’re just gonna have to live w it for now cause its 8 am I NEED SLEEP

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The annual auction of Vice City is one of the biggest social events of the year. The wealthiest families and richest people in the world come from everywhere in attempts to win what is secretly considered the greatest treasures of all time. Greatest and most expensive.

Alas, the after party held later on is what people are all secretly actually waiting for, where the most exquisite and rarest artifacts of the year get auctioned off to whoever is lucky enough to even be included in the guest list.

While not all are there for the auctions, it certainly is the perfect opportunity for anyone who's anyone in the world to show off their wealth. Filthy rich people sway all around, laughing and bragging. Venetian crystal chandeliers, velvet carpets, gambling, and alcohol. Men with their cigars, men with their wives, and men with their arm candies, their escorts or mistresses.

Yet, Shinso isn’t here for the luxury, he isn't here for the fame and the fortune, nor the reputation people thrive for when they buy those - meaningless, he calls them - relics. No, he is here on a mission, one he certainly wants to be done and over with because he wants to go home. He loosens his tie with an aggravated sigh before knocking back the last of his only gin and tonic, the bitter taste prickling his throat as he surveys the crowd of people all around him while he stands idly by the bar.

He knew it’d be a pain in the ass the second he got the mission assigned to him from the agency, the words “intel” and “Vice City'' of all places forced a frown upon his face, yet, being the most suitable for this job, he couldn't really decline.

Mindjack isn’t the type of hero you see on billboards and magazines, isn’t the type of hero to kiss babies’ heads that get thrusted at him in meet and greets, he certainly isn’t one to have those adoring fan clubs that follow his every move, posting about his greatest conquests. Oh no, he is a hero that works in dingy jobs with filthy manipulative men in black markets and the human trafficking industry, undercover -lie through your teeth throughout the whole ordeal- kind of hero, the kind of hero that goes home at the end of his missions with no gratitude towards his work, because nobody knows who he is or what he contributes to the society.

For the longest time, Shinso accepted the life he’s living, he didn’t look for validation from the citizens, knowing his work is always beyond the scope of their knowledge and their awareness, but sometimes, just sometimes, the sour droplets of envy would foul his mouth when his amethysts for eyes scan over the extravagant heroes, making a show out of saving their cities and getting praised and awarded and loved for doing what they’re supposed to be doing, their job.

“Squeeze that glass a bit more and you’d break it”

A voice just like silk, weaving around him and entrancing him, Shinso blinked twice before his eyes dragged over to you, oh so beautiful and oh so close. Your nimble fingers wrapped around his fingers, the lacey glove lightly scratches his hand before he lets go of the glass in surprise, dropping it into yours. You giggle sweetly, turning around to place it on the bar before ordering your own, but not without looking at him over your shoulder and sending him a smile.

“What will it be, sugar tits?” the bartender leans over the counter, towel thrown on his shoulder as he sends you what's supposed to be a sultry look. Your elbow is placed on the counter while you rest your chin on your hand, smiling temptingly at him. “Anything that’ll get you to stop staring at my boobs.” Shinso almost laughs at the contrast between your smile and your voice, sharp and venomous, and the man leans back so far from you like he’s been stung. Walking away to work on a drink for you.

Shinso’s eyes rake your body without his knowledge, he admires the dress adorning your body, hugging you in all the right places, cascading down to the floor, and that slit my god, your legs looking endless in those heels he wonders how you can strut so elegantly with them on. A snap of your fingers breaks his trance and he tries - keyword tries - to act nonchalant to his obvious ogling and you only laugh in return.

You hum lowly, “So,” you’re turning to face him as you lean back on the counter, pushing your chest out to grasp even more of his attention, “what's an esteemed hero like you doing in a place like this?” It takes Shinso a good minute before he narrows his eyes, left foot back and ready to either take you down or run away if you were to involve greater forces. No one is supposed to know about his true identity, no one is supposed to know that there is a hero within them.

But what shakes his demeanor is the way you dangle his wallet in front of him, like dangling a stupid feather for some silly cat, waiting for it to jump at you to entertain you. Shinso swallows with a struggle, deciding that using his quirk to retrieve his wallet back will lead to him leaving, and he didn’t want that. He’s been keeping an eye on the wanted man for hours now, and it’ll all go to waste because of your slimy little hands and your-

“Here,” you toss it back to him, and he stumbles a bit before catching it properly, eyeing you for any sudden movements, but you simply turn back around in time to hold the drink from the bartender’s hand with a smile dazzling your lips. “You’re getting intel on The Wise?” you mumble against your cup, sipping slowly, eyes never leaving Shinso’s glaring ones. How the fuck do you know?

“You’re not the first.” you smirk, finger wiping the smeared lipstick against the glass before circling the rim. “You all look the same, thinking you’re better than them because of your position in the society, only for that ego to come and bite you right in the ass.” It’s almost ironic how poisonous your voice could get while still maintaining that mesmerizing smile, and oddly enough, Shinso’s eyes keep drooping despite his desperate attempt to fight against them.

You hum again, the click of your heels sounding muffled to him, eyes blurring when you get so close to him your breath tickles his cheek. “But you’re different, hmm? You’re gonna make the bad guy go away?”

“Yes.” it's rushed, almost desperate, and the hero is astonished at how he sounds. “Then, lemme help you… Hitoshi.”

A blink, and you’re gone just like you vanished right from under his nose, slipped right between his fingers. A low curse escapes Shinso’s lips and he turns around swiftly to question the bartender, hell bent on getting any information on the girl that just revealed his entire identity and mission to him in a matter of seconds.

“How can I help you, sir?” the question boggles his mind, the big burly man with an attitude problem wasn’t there anymore, replaced by another sweet woman that held concern in her eyes at his sight. “You’ve been staring at the wall for a while there, need me to call your driver to get you back?”

“Wa- but I- She,” Shinso’s body started heating up in anger, worry, embarrassment, he doesn’t really know, but what he wants to know right this instant is how long he’s been out of it and for god’s sake, why?

Shinso doesn’t really consider himself to be the sharpest tool in the shed, but dammit did he feel like a complete idiot letting you run off like that, a quick trip to the restroom for a splash of water clears his head enough for him to pull back his wallet from his pocket, flipping through it and finding something he was absolutely sure wasn’t there prior to your visit. A silver card, with ‘Surveillance room’ scribbled on a note behind it.

Caving in and accepting whatever help you were offering him, Shinso slides the card through the reader, sighing in relief upon the satisfying ding sound, followed by the door opening to the surveillance room.

“Now that’s what’m talking about.” life got so much easier now that he could watch The Wise through multiple screens, making it hard to miss a single move of his. The hero allows himself to relax a bit, hand messing with his hair and tired eyes blinking in irritation against the glare of the screens. The Wise was the mastermind of Organization XIII, as their name intel, they’re consisting of the same thirteen members that founded it years ago, nobody really knows how they started, what shocked the whole world is how grand their first crime actually was, bloodbath of the century -they would call it, seventeen slaughtered heroes, followed by their families, including women and children, thousands of millions of ¥ in money laundering atop of it, all within a span of 4 months, that was years ago, back in their prime.

Now, with eight of them behind bars, the remaining five were able to stay under the radar, distributing whatever money they were able to keep between them and fleeing to different parts of the world. Just because they were apart, didn’t mean they were any less dangerous, The Wise is a prime example for that, brutally murdering three of the undercover heroes sent his way to bring him back to justice, but they weren’t Shinso, he’d try to remind himself.

May their soul rest in peace, they were those heroes he felt dissociated from, the type of heroes to flaunt their powers, monetize the peoples’ knowledge of their quirks, uncover the secrets of their job, they were easy targets for people like The Wise, he’d know their weaknesses and how to take them down before they even think about pursuing him. Now, Mindjack was a different story, he wasn’t held on a pedestal by the people he saves, simply because they don’t recognize him, while he would loath that reality sometimes, he thanks the god for it today, as he’s watching the man’s call out for a drink.

Amethyst eyes scan the remaining screens, widening upon the sight of you looking right back at them, you are a vixen to him, eyes half lidded with a smile so intoxicating it does nothing but entrance whoever was lucky enough to catch its sight. Lace clad fingers wrapping around a piece of paper, you are so beautiful, Shinso tries to stop his mind from wandering, imagining what you wore underneath that angel crafted dress, envisioning what those fingers could do to please him, the same fingers that held the unfolded paper, the word ‘RUN’ smeared across it in lipstick.

Wait a minute, run?

Even before the poor hero could react, the similar satisfying -now dreadful- ding rings in his ear, before the door opens behind him, illuminating the room even more. Shinso stands to face two men, both as surprised as he is to see another occupant in the room. Right before any of them move, the hero opens his mouth and prays to god that whatever way he’s winging it works. “You got a permit to be here?”

Jesus one of you answer, and they both do - the left having fingers curving into talons while the right pulled at strings from the tips of his fingers, both ready to attack - and by god Shinso couldn’t be happier upon hearing a sound, because the minute the word ‘yes’ slips through their lips, Mindjack is smiling like a madman, welcoming the look of glossy eyes and heavy heads like a beloved relative’s return back home.

“Great… Now,” the two manipulated men face him, unaware of the dreaded fate bestowed upon them, while Shinso just can’t seem to keep the glint in his eyes at bay. “Why don’t you put on a show for me,” he breathes, smiling down at the ground before looking at them. ”Choke the fucking life out of each other.” The men don’t even blink, quick to face each other and jump, hands wrapped around throats like a vice, Shinso only moves away from the men on the floor as they thrash and kick at each other, limbs flailing as they try to force the life out of each other.

Turning his back against them, Shinso eyes the screen he was monitoring before their entrance, ignoring the groans and gasps of air behind him. He curses under his breath when he sees The Wise getting up from his place, heading towards a room that is supposed to be monitored by screen #6, but is purposely out of service. If he isn’t able to question The Wise or even keep an eye on him, then he’s gonna head on over to the next best thing. Gargled screams echo through the corridor as the hero makes his exit, making sure the door clicks shut behind him, he wouldn’t want to cause disturbance to the esteemed guests of the society of lowlifes.

Mindjack works in dingy jobs with filthy manipulative men in black markets and the human trafficking industry, killing machines that didn’t spare the live of the innocents, so why should he spare theirs?

Shinso makes it back to the main event, immediately finding you between guests, sitting so pretty on the poker table, eyes drawing him closer, the grin adorning your lips now wobbly, easy for him to distinguish as fake, forced, a façade kept for the people surrounding the table. He is hasteful in settling himself in the chair near you, shoulders tense when different pairs of eyes fall upon him, the dealer shuffles the deck to draw cards for Shinso, but you hold your hand out with a smile. “He’ll sit this one out, by my lucky onlooker.” A round of laughter causes Shinso to flush in embarrassment, feeling degraded and looked down upon by all these lowlifes, petty thieves and criminals, thinking they’re better than him, oh he’ll show them.(1)

It takes a few rounds for the table to empty out, now occupied by Shinso and yourself, the dealer asks him to move over to the next chair before they start their game. “Place your bets.” you’re quick to slide over a few of your chips to his side - some black, others red and blue, he didn’t really pay that much attention to them- your eyes daring him to reject your invitation to take the money to play.

He only blinks at you, his eyes seemingly never wanting to lose sight of you as he fights with himself to sit straight to face the dealer again, the man proceeds to deal both of you the cards for you to review before placing your bets. “You tricked me.” Shinso is almost appalled at the hurt laced in his voice, as if the two of you had a bond that was never meant to be broken. “don’t believe so, told you to run didn’ I?” The mockery in your voice is a hoax, the single twitch in your brow catches his attention and he can only deem it as you being stressed, whether it be because of the ordeal regarding the surveillance room or not is beyond him. No, he was stupid and foolish and he will not fall for your silly games again. “Exactly, you knew they were coming.” you hum in response to his accusation.

“Call.” Dropping a few of your chips on the table, your eyes shift momentarily to him, “I did, I said I’d help you and here I am.” He slams his bet on the table, ‘Raise’ gritted right through his teeth at your words. “I don’t want your help!” He reveals his cards on the table, a way to show his disinterest in your assistance as the dealer announces ‘Flush’ at his hand. Your eyes meet again from above your cards, now narrowing down instead of the half lidded look you seem to always have “You don’t want it, but you need it.” The façade you held before is slowly but surely breaking, now a deep frown tugging at your lip as you reveal your own hand, brows furrowing even further in challenge as you hum in displeasure when the dealer announces your ‘Full House’ hand to be the winner of this round.(2)

Shinso moves swiftly to stand when he sees you do the same, right before his entire world starts to spin, lights and colors mingling together and causing his head to spin, he sits down again, head between his hands as he tries to calm himself down, it's probably the strain of the mission, maybe it’s the weight bestowed upon his shoulders to finish it up. The hero lifts his head up to ask you, about something he himself isn’t even sure of, he just wants to hear your voice, like a drug to him that he can’t help but ask for more. Except when he does, you aren’t there, the table is occupied by different people, the dealer is another man with longer hair and slimmer figure, and by god did Shinso want to rip his hair out.

The minute he feels like he could get back on his own to feet without falling down on his ass, Hitoshi is quick to check his pockets, adamant to find a clue your sneaky hands slid into one of his pockets while he was out, despite the tantrum he almost threw at not wanting your help nor guidance, and he does find something, a simple metal key, attached to it was a tag with the number XIII on it.

In his shock, he almost drops the key on the ground but barely holds himself together to avoid any further embarrassment, Shinso takes deep breaths, knowing that the key in his possession is his entry to the heart of the organization, and especially to The Wise.

Every year, specifically at the Vice City annual auction afterparty, The Wise holds a meeting with the most dangerous men within the continent, the most loathsome masterminds of the criminal world, all in the hopes of recruiting one of them into the organization, to uphold its name and spread its message. Every year, with no recruitment yet.

With trembling hands, Shinso stuffs the key back into his pocket, eyes on the lookout for anyone who might’ve caught the key in his hand, but sighs in relief when he sees some engrossed in their meaningless poker and absurd talks, while the majority have made their way to the next hall over for the auction that is being held. He takes the stairs three at a time up the floors, facing a red oak double door, the same forsaken number engraved into it. After multiple failed attempts at inserting the key in the lock, he finally does with a huff, hearing the lock echoing in his ears before pushing the door open.

To be honest, Shinso didn’t know what he was expecting to see on the other side of the door, he thought maybe he’d watch weaponry trade off, perhaps people brawling and fighting amongst each other for the title of being the new members. But he certainly didn’t expect to be engulfed in jazz music, men with their cigars laughing and chatting, without a single care in the world, as if their hands weren’t tainted with the blood of the innocents, oh how he loathed them. In an attempt to fit in, he grabs a glass of whiskey from the butler standing by the door, nodding to him in thanks before moseying his way over to the corner in the room, he’d be damned if he got caught in the crossfire of those lunatics.

A stage is set up in the front of the room, and it takes a second for him to acknowledge the pole placed right at its center, it takes him another few seconds to see the beauty dancing on that pole, Shinso’s eyes rake her body without his knowledge, he admires the lingerie adorning her body, hugging her in all the right places, garter snug against her thighs as she twirls, her legs looking endless in those heels he wonders how she can dance so elegantly with them on… wait a minute.

As if predicting the minute he realized it was you, you twirl to face him, lips pulled into a smile yet again, a giggle interrupting your humming as your body twists and turns on the pole. Shinso isn’t really sure how long he sits there captivated by your body, the only thing breaking his trance is the clap on his back and the heavy weight that sits next to him. “Beauty, isn’t she?”

Bile rises to Shinso’s throat at the mere sound of the person next to him, fear stills him in his place, restricting any movement he’s even thinking of doing, all he could do is sit, widened eyes and sweaty brows at the sight of The Wise right beside him.

“Don’cha love it when women like her,” The Wise points at you with his cigar, “work to please men like us?” His arm now completely wrapped around Shinso’s shoulder as the hero feels his soul levitating from his body. “Look aroun’ya,” and he does, and only then does he really pay attention, he should’ve seen it all along, the glossy eyes, the droopy heads, it's a sight he was so well accustomed to that his brain normalized it to him. With whatever courage he musters up, he shifts his eyes to look at the man beside him, noticing the ear plugs he wore, and right then the gears start to turn in his head. “My most prized possession I tell’ya.”

Of course you would be, how else would you have access to all these things, the card, the key, the vanishing from thin air, it all makes sense now.

“Enjoying yourselves, gentlemen?” your words are flowing like honey to his ears, a low buzz ringing in his brain as you spoke to the men in front of you. His ability to frown is nonexistent, a relaxed look adorning his face as he looks up at you, so elegant and beautiful in whatever hugged that miracle of a body.

“Sure are,” The Wise jerks Shinso by the shoulder, and he realizes that was done to break whatever trance he was in, he could only glare back at you when you smile at them, that conniving smile that hosted all the lies you spouted to him.

“y/n,” He calls you and by God if this isn’t the most beautiful name Shinso ever hears, what a shame it's being tainted by the voice of this criminal. “Wadda ya say to takin’ this fine boy to the red room, hm?” The man urges him to stand and take your hand, which he did at the blink of an eye, his body moving on it’s own to graze his lips against your knuckles in a breathless kiss. “Treat’m real nice for me.” The hero’s feet take him to follow you, his steps light, like walking on clouds, the sway of your hips pulling him closer to you until his chest is flush against your back, pushing you to move faster into the room you are pointed towards.

Walking aimlessly through hallways, taking lefts and rights he would never be able to recollect in his current state, you both enter a room, red just like The Wise called it, crimson silk sheets fitted on a king sized bed, maroon loveseats and plush carpets, everything in that red hue that it's almost nauseating.

Bringing your hands in a loud clap, the fogginess in Shinso’s vision dissolves, your creased brows and frown now more prominent to him than ever, his eyes catch the scar trailing from the back of your neck to your cleavage, confused as to why his usual perceptive self would miss it, but then again, he doesn’t feel like he was ever himself throughout this whole ordeal.

To say he was furious is an understatement, he never felt more played in his life, he is Mindjack, the most conniving hero of all of Japan, he was manipulative and sly , known by his people to get jobs done, no matter who his opponent is, he always comes back victorious. And when his ears pick up your sigh of relief, he could only see red, he is hurt, he is scared, but now its his act, his turn to fuck shit up, he wants to hurt, he wants to scare.

“Fuckin’ lying bitch,” It takes him all but two steps for his body to graze yours, tantalizing eyes boring down into yours as you gasp at the close proximity, “you were workin’ with’em this entire fuckin’ time?”

“N-no that’s not it,” you stutter, flustered at his overwhelming presence, trying to put some distance between you and the fuming man by pushing his chest, “Please, I need you to listen to me.”

“Oh, now you’re beggin’ hmm?” his firm warm hands circle your wrists, tugging them away from his body and using them to pull you even closer to him, his breath now grazing the tops of your cheeks, “Didn’t your boss tell you to treat me right?” he breathes, “well, get to it, slut.”

“That’s not what this is Hitoshi, just listen-” for the love of all that’s pure in this world, why does the sound of his name exceed his perception of how happiness is supposed to reverberate in his ear? “Keep my name outta your mouth, or I swear,” He hisses at you, the grip on your wrists tightening as you whimper out in pain.

“You think you can just toy with me? Have me running around and following your orders like a lil bitch!?” He sees you trembling, lips wobbly and in tears, how ironic, he doesn’t know a few words would get you to start tearing up, the change in demeanor from when he first met you confuses him for a second, but only a second, because he’ll be damned if he falls for any of your tricks anymore. “N-no, I swear it isn’t like that, just p-please, please c-calm down! Let me explain myself-” the ugly cackle he lets out shuts you up, teary eyes widening as they fall on his, the aura he’s radiating is terrifying to say the least, your knees shaking in dread at what’s about to fold.

“You think you can play my game and win?”

It takes you a minute to answer, the word no echoing in your head, throbbing in your brain so painfully you forget the words that follow it, but what you can’t forget, what you will never forget, no matter how delirious you feel, is the look of pure sin across Shinso’s face, grin rivaling that of the Cheshire cat, because you were now simply a measly little pawn in his game.

Mindjack works in dingy jobs with filthy manipulative men in black markets and the human trafficking industry, criminals that broke every law in their way to get what they desire, so why couldn’t he indulge even a little himself?

He lets go of your wrists, watching as your arms sway next to your body like dead weight before he turns around to flop down on the loveseat, legs spread wide as he waves his hand over to you.

“Waddaya waitin’ for,” he knows you can’t answer him, but it feels so fucking good to hold such power over you after all you’ve put him through. “Now, strip.” the surge of power he feels jolts his dick up in excitement as he watches you take off your lingerie, moves robotic and forced, eyes glazed over both with tears and his control over your dumb little brain. Hitoshi is no villain, he is a respectable hero, but he’s been called that all his childhood, he might as well live up to that expectation, one way or another.

Shinso stands when you’re fully naked in front of him, long legs circling you and taking you all in, the back of his hand grazes your nipple and he all but groans as it pebbles at his touch. But god, he was nowhere near being done with you.

“Spread your legs for me on that bed,” he grins at the way you follow his orders even before he asks, “will ya?” you settle yourself on the bed before slowly dropping your weight on your back, hazy eyes staring up into the ceiling as your arms bring themselves down to circle the back of your knees, pulling them up close to your chest to expose yourself to him.

Shinso’s cock twitches in his pants again at the opportunity to just seath it into you without any warning, but he barely holds himself back, approaching your body and feeling himself salivating at the sight, what a sight it is, your pussy looking so fucking beautiful clenching over nothing, the sight tempting him to just dive his face right in to get a taste of your juices.

Taking off his suit jacket and rolling the sleeves of his shirt, Shinso presses his thumb to your clit, frowning when he notices how dry you are, of course you would be, he chuckles to no one, puckering his lip to spit right at the nub, watching it trail down to your clenching hole, the sight igniting a flame within him, he does it again, simply to watch your spit hide in your cunt, impatient to follow suit and bury himself in there.

His thumb is quick to draw circles with your clit, needing for your orgasm to wash over you quickly, eager for the things he’d do to you after he preps you enough to take him. The usual comforting silence is thick between you, no moans escaping your ajar mouth as your arousal seeps out of your pussy, he prods your hole with his finger to collect your nectar, smearing it across your clit again to rub even faster against it.

The only indication of you coming undone is when your thighs start to shake, your body curling in on itself as your back arches, your cunt gushing on his fingers, and Shinso is almost disappointed to not hear you moan out his name in pleasure. But he isn’t that disheartened, he’s bound to hear you scream.

You on the other hand, are petrified at the way your body is being handled, feeling yourself looking down at the horror being folded in front of you, this isn’t you, this is a shell of who you are, wrapped around his finger, at his mercy, and you want out, no matter the cost. But, you are to regret these words, because you see him unbuckling his belt, you hear the zipper drilling in your ear, and you watch him lay atop you, feeling your lungs constrict at the weight settling upon it, and to your utmost terror, the only thing that breaks his bind on you is when you feel his warm head prodding at your entrance, right before seething completely in, your throat prickling when you wail hoarsely in pain at feeling like being split into two.

“No, nonononon, st-stop please, please!” You’re crying, legs thrashing and arms flailing trying to push this monster off of you, but you can’t, you think as your walls pulsate in pain at the intrusion, you’ll never be able to with him placing his entire weight on you like that, and the way he pulls out before impaling you again has you seeing stars in the worst way possible. Desperate for an escape, you grab a chuck of his hair, your nails digging into his scalp before you yank, your jaw throbbing at how tight you clench your teeth in pain and disgust and pure panic. The strength you muster to pull his head up is in vain, because it only jerks his face deeper into your neck, right where your scar trails, and he bites, so hard you’re certain it draws blood.

Only then does he lift his head up, his upper lip smeared with a smidge of blood, your blood, before he spits right into your mouth. Sick to your stomach at the metallic taste invading your taste buds, you spit right up at him, mindless to the debris falling right back at your face, your mascara running down your cheeks as you sneer up at him. Even as he laughs teasingly at you.

“Don’t worry slut,” He rasps, his nose brushing against yours as his thrusts find a pace, pulling out to the tip before pushing himself fully inside, “It’ll feel good in a minute.” and it does, he feels more of your arousal coating his cock as he snaps his hips against yours, your wails and whimpers slowly yet surely are coated more with lust as you moan out his name. “See tha’, almost too easy…” almost too good to be true.

And it is, because when his eyes struggle to find yours, he is reminded by the feeling that overtook him this entire evening, and when he sees the corner of your lips pull lightly does he want to rip your head right out, but the minute he moves his hand, he is overwhelmed by how wobbly he feels, how your face distorts and misshapes before he is met with the sight of the ceiling, the sight you grew accustomed to when he was taking advantage of your unconsciousness.

He groans when he feels you impaling yourself on his cock, pussy clenching so tight as you bop yourself up and down his shaft, your tits bouncing with you as he looks up at you, so mesmerized and entranced by your beauty all he does is hold your hips, helping you lift yourself up before dropping you on him, the squelching sound that follows it music to his ears.

You plant your hands against his chest, hips rolling as you pant at his lips, both of you so drunk on the feeling of each other and chasing your highs, “You gonna listen to me, when I ask you to?” His hand claps against your ass at your question, “Yes, yes oh God, anythin’ just don’t stop.” He can’t help but want more of you, want to feel his cock push against you even further, so he plants his feet firm against the bed, hand grabbing handfuls of your ass as he starts thrusting up at you, moaning against your neck when he shoots ropes of his cum inside of your sopping cunt, squeezing him so tight and milking him, and all of what Shinso remembers is the way you arch your back, pressing your chest against his as your whimper out his name, as he feels your juices dripping against his balls and down on the sheets beneath you. After that, all he could see was black.

Shinso awakes startled, eyes darting in alarm before he relaxes when he confirms he’s alone, the red silky sheets now draped over his lower body, pooling at his lap when he sits up to look around once more, desperate for any sign of you. Yet he only sees a brown folder on top of the love seat, impressively thick with the amount of papers stacked inside it, and when Shinso reaches for it, he catches the note that slipped off and draped down on the floor, reading it and scowling at it. ‘You promised you’d listen’

And boy is he more than lucky to listen to you when you asked him to. Because that folder has every tiny little detail he needs to know about The Wise, from the quirks of his circulating bodyguards to the keys to his multiple homes within the world. Pictures upon pictures of the man, decoded letters and basically intel on his entire criminal record.

Fucking finally, Shinso gets to just go home no that everything’s over and done with.

Limited Edition Sneak Peek:

It is way too early for Shinso, the sun glaring at him as he makes his way into the agency, the honking cars and chattering people feeding into his migraine so early in the morning, and he groans as he pushes his door open, ready to get back to his regular routine after the incident at Vice City.

It hasn’t been even a week, but it sure was eventful, using the folder you left him, Mindjack was able to capture The Wise the very next day, via the map of the routes he takes that was attached in the folder. They were able to ambush him, easily being able to bring the right heroes for the job to overcome the quirks of both his workers and himself. Now the mastermind of Organization XIII was behind bars, making the job of catching the remaining members now much easier.

It almost felt like child’s play, at least, that’s what the heroes made it out to be, flexing their powers and their potential, when they were well aware that all their efforts would’ve been in vain if you and your folder weren't there to aid them in every step.

To say that guilt ate him up is an understatement, he feels himself decaying from the inside out from resentment, he figures he spent too much time in the dark, that it started to mess with him, manipulate him, carve him into someone he isn’t, someone that isn’t fit to be a hero. He feels like was walking into a tunnel with no way out, engulfed and trapped in pure merciless darkness, that ate away at his soul every step he took further in.

Shinso trudges up the stairs with a heavy heart, the dread at what he did to you, especially that your intent to help him didn’t waver despite his actions loomed over him, and he couldn’t remember the last time he felt like he didn’t deserve the life that he’s living in right now.

Yet, the saying ‘there's a light at the end of the tunnel’ rings in his ear, the minute he opens up the door to his office, eyes widening at the sight before him, smile so dazzlingly sweet, a voice just like silk, weaving around him and entrancing him as the words captivated him despite their simplicity.

“Missed me, Hitoshi?”

(1) its common in poker for women to be onlookers, like the wives of the players for example, the jab at him being an onlooker is basically just a sexist joke to make the people around the table laugh to ease their mind.

(2) to help gain more perspective about the poker scene you can read the elaboration here

Aaaand more about the reader’s quirk here!

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