#troublesome little chao and her girl...

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my beautiful lovely awesome sonic ocs i love so much leoryu and casey :)

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Thinking about Pro Hero!Dynamight and Pro Hero!Lavagirl!Reader's children.

Both heroes are desperately hurrying their way towards a scene after receiving a call that their children, Bakugou Saori, their girl of 7 years old, and Bakugou Kei, their little boy of 5 years old, are being held hostage by a villain.

The scumbag recognized them on their school visit to an aquarium with their respective classes, and took the chance.

It was inevitable that people would recognize them. They are the children of two of the most powerful heroes of this generation.

The villain thought it would be easy to capture them and hold them until he got what he wanted from their parents; they are children, it's a piece of cake!

However, he didn't count on the possibility that these kids… these fucking kids already developed their Quirks!

The little girl turns out to be a pain in the villain's ass, as she keeps exploding lava rocks in her little hands and throws them at the villain's face, burning him. And well, the little boy isn't a saint either as he keeps spraying some kind of water from his little hands towards the villain, but with a little clap the fucking “water” turned into lava.

The villain feels in literal agony with these two troublesome kids. But it is until he manages a slap hard on the little girl's face that makes them both finally cooperate.

Saori, of course, resembles a lot of characteristics of her father. Her hair is blonde, almond-shaped eyes that give her a piercing kind of stare, like her dad –if she wasn't a toddler, that stare would make more than one person piss their pants. Little Kei, on the other hand, is all you. Big round and curious eyes that look excited at everything, and your same hair color.

But where Saori looks a lot like her dad, she has details that resemble her mother, you. While Saori's hair is blonde, it cascades down her small back smoothly and beautifully like her mother's. While her eyes are the same shape her father's are, they are not red. They are a beautiful mix of yours and Katsuki's. Where little Kei's hair is the same color as yours, it is an exact copy of his father's spiky style. And while his eyes are round and big as yours, they are as deep red as his dad's.

When it comes to personality, well… Saori is clearly Katsuki's child. Yet toned down a bit thanks to your influence as a mom. She is a good girl, a daddy's girl. And of course she plays –a bit roughly in your opinion– with her dad, involving Katsuki holding her upside down by one foot and her laughing her little lungs out, enjoying it. But when she gets very angry, it's clearly Katsuki's heated blood in there (you always send Katsuki to deal with the little demon when she gets like that). Little Kei, on the contrary, is all you. Kind, chill, mommy's boy, a saint-like little boy who loves to follow butterflies around holding your hand as you follow him too (and a shameless thief –because yes, he has stolen you from Katsuki at times).

It's Saori's personality that has her yelling at the villain, “My dad will kick your ass hard!!”, tears running down her cheeks, one of them clearly bright red from the slap, while hugging her little brother in protection.

And even though little Kei is crying too, he also yells, "Yeah!! And it's going to hurt!"

They warned the villain. And they were entirely right.

The moment Pro Hero Dynamight and Pro Hero Y/H/N arrived at the scene, it's chaos.

The only thing in this set of parents' minds is to get back their kids. No fucking matter how. To have them in their arms, safe and sound. Dynamight doesn't fucking care if his explosion goes a bit harder than it should. And Y/H/N doesn't fucking care if your lava burns the villain's skin alive, when you directed a whip towards him, circling his arm and pulling him back from trying to avoid Dynamight's fire.

It all happens strenuously fast.

You feel the air finally enter your lungs once you hold both of your kids in your arms. Both kids crying, “Mommy!!” while their little arms surround your neck.

“It's okay, my loves, you're okay,” you hold back your own cry, but your eyes are clearly filled with tears, “Mom and Dad are here.”

You immediately feel Katsuki's big arms surround you three in a hug from the other side. He kisses each kid over their heads, closing his eyes and breathing their scent deep. They are fine. They are finally safe. All of you are in his arms, safe.

The children turn around and also hug their dad crying. Katsuki doesn’t say anything, he simply holds them, knowing fully well they need to feel protected. He turns his face a bit and lovingly pecks Kei's chubby and wet from his tears cheek. But when he turns to do the same to Saori, she yelps at the contact and that's when he notices her little cheek red, turning purple-ish.

Bakugou Katsuki sees red.

He kisses the little girl's forehead, before grunting, “Take the kids away, Y/N.”

You know that tone in his voice. You don't wait a second before picking up both kids and sliding away with your lava. Away from the grotesque scene you know your husband is about to create thanks to the hard and bloody beating Katsuki is going to give to that villain.

You hope the signal you gave Izuku is enough to make him understand that they will need to hold Katsuki back. Because if they don't, he's soooo going to kill the villain.

a.n; a head is going to roll on the ground lol🤭

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"TROUBLESOME!" 〃 oscar piastri x lila morris (female!oc)

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five times oscar went to his girlfriend's rescue; she has a history.

warnings: character facing racism, fun couple, osc being a softie, not much happening i just liked the concept, sweet and supportive couple. would probably write a texting au of this.

01. THE MCLAREN 720S

Lila wanted to drive the supercar the moment it was parked inside her boyfriend’s garage.

The boyfriend in question—a man professionally skilled behind the wheel—knew it wasn’t a good idea. But, yeah. She had those big brown eyes, round like a puppy’s, lips plump in a perfect pout, looking so damn kissable. And there they were.

"Alright. No parallel parking, no over-speeding. And—" Oscar paused, exhaling through his nose. "You go to college and come back home. Alright?" He handed her the keys, and before he could react, they slipped from his fingers as Lila jumped excitedly.

"Yes! Yes, babe! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I swear I’ll take care of her!" She launched herself at him, pressing messy kisses all over his face. He chuckled, cheeks flushing as he tried to keep his cool. "I love you! I love you, Osc! I’ll reward you for this! Byeee!"

"Yeah, love you too. See ya."

It took about three hours.

A call from an unsaved number—he already knew where it was coming from.

Another McLaren out of the garage. Another trip straight to the police department. Another worried Oscar Piastri behind the wheel, just hoping his girlfriend wasn’t hurt—or in too much trouble.

"What did you do this time?" he sighed, walking into the room where she was properly locked in.

Lila looked up at him, mischief sparkling in her eyes. "Proudly informed the officer that his mom didn’t ask me if I stole the car when I fucked her in the backseat last night."

Oscar rubbed his face. Exasperated. And yet, somehow, his heart softened.

Lila had a way of making chaos seem like just another part of her charm. She was impulsive, and he was well aware of her short temper when it came to authority. He was also aware that, as a woman of color, the scrutiny she faced behind the wheel of an expensive car was different. He could drive the McLaren a hundred times and never get pulled over. But for her? It was a different story.

"Of course you did," he muttered, scratching his face, more tired than anything.

Oscar wasn’t the type to make a scene. He had enough influence to cause trouble if he wanted to, but he wouldn’t—not with Lila around. She’d kill him for it.

"I’ll pay, and we’ll go, alright?" He sighed as an officer approached, probably to guide him through the process.

"Not your fault." Lila smiled, that same mischievous gleam still in her eyes. "Thank God you’re a millionaire, or I’d be locked up for life."

"I wouldn’t let that happen, even if we were debt-ridden." Oscar raised an eyebrow. "Wait here, alright? Love ya."

"Love you too." She grinned as he was led through the hallway.

"Is this... is this girl with you?" an officer asked, eyeing him with confusion.

Oscar frowned. "Yes. My girlfriend."

"Oh, so the car is yours, then?" The officer scoffed. "I knew it wasn’t hers. If she wasn’t so dirty-mouthed, this could’ve ended without your wallet."

Oscar’s expression darkened. "Yeah, she’s running out of patience for people like you," he said flatly. "And I don’t blame her. Now, where do I sign? How much do I need to pay?"

"Your little girlfriend committed a crime, Mr. Piastri. It’s not about patience—it’s unlawful."

"Having an expensive car was her crime, I guess." Oscar shrugged. "But it’s fine. She’s tough. She’s used to this mess. Let me pay, and I’ll take her and her car home."

The officer exhaled, reluctant but defeated. The process was quick, and soon enough, Oscar had the keys back in his hand. He returned to Lila, shaking his head as she smirked up at him.

"Let’s go, troublemaker," he said, voice laced with fond exasperation. "For once, I think you’re the victim in this."

02. NIGHT OUT

Oscar and Lila had been dating since middle school. Oscar, as calm and quiet as he was, was used to waiting for Lila at home on her nights out with her college friends. That night was no different.

He usually stayed awake, just in case of an emergency. Again, that night was no different. Her name flashing across his phone at past three a.m. meant only one thing: trouble.

"Heeey, Osc! The famous boyfriend of the crew!" a voice slurred.

Not Lila.

"Yeah, that’s me," he chuckled, already out of bed. "What’s going on? Where’s Lila?"

"So… Okay, handsome. Let me break it down to you. I didn’t know she-she could go so far! Fuckity fuck! Your girl is a beast!"

Oscar sighed. If her friend was like this, he could only imagine Lila.

Minutes later, he pulled up to the club she had surely mentioned before heading out. The moment he spotted her sitting on the sidewalk, bundled up in her coat, little purse hanging around her neck, and eyes droopy from exhaustion, he wanted to laugh.

"Babyyyyyy… helloooo, baby." She beamed up at him, lips trembling from the cold. "Hey, I missed you."

"Missed you too, bug. What are you doing all alone?" He took her purse off her shoulder, slinging it over his before crouching down. "Had too much to drink, huh?"

"No, baby. Nooo, I didn’t drink that much." She blatantly lied, letting herself melt into his arms as he scooped her up. "Wooow, that is sooo good. You’re like my prince, right? You are my prince."

"I do save you from a lot, guess I can handle that title." He carried her to the car, setting her inside with practiced ease. "Alright, saved princess. If you need to throw up, tell me. Seriously. Tell me."

"I love this car, Oscie. I would never ruin our beautiful seats." She smiled that same childish smile before sighing dramatically. "I looove you… Osc, I love you sooooo much."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I love you too, bug."

Lila let out a dramatic gasp, eyes widening. "No, no, nooo, you don’t get it. I love you soooo much it hurts! Like, physically. Ow."

Oscar raised a brow, fighting back a smile. "It hurts?"

"Yes!" she threw her hands up, nearly smacking herself in the face. "Because you're so pretty, Oscar. It’s not fair. How do you get to be this pretty and this nice? Huh? Explain that."

"Genetics, I guess?" he teased, turning onto their street. "Or maybe you're just very, very drunk."

"Noooo, you don’t understand!" she sniffled, and Oscar’s amusement instantly turned into concern as he glanced at her again. Her lower lip trembled, eyes welling up with tears. "You’re so pretty. And I love you. And you always pick me up and take care of me and—" a small hiccup interrupted her sentence—"and you’re the best person in the whole world, and I don’t deserve you."

Oscar sighed, softening immediately. "Bug, of course you deserve me. Don’t start crying."

"But I dooo," she wailed, rubbing at her eyes and sniffling dramatically. "You’re perfect and I’m just—"

"My perfect drunk mess of a girlfriend," he interrupted gently, pulling into the driveway and shutting off the car. "Come on, love, let’s get you inside before you make me cry too."

Lila let out a tiny giggle through her sniffles, letting Oscar scoop her up again without protest. "I love when you carry me," she sighed dreamily, nuzzling against his shoulder. "You’re so strong. My prince."

"Yeah, yeah, your prince is getting you showered and in bed before you pass out on me."

Inside, Oscar skillfully maneuvered her towards the bathroom, setting her down on the closed toilet lid. She blinked up at him, cheeks still pink and eyes dazed. "You’re so pretty," she whispered again, reaching for his face with clumsy fingers. "It’s distracting."

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head as he grabbed a washcloth and ran it under warm water. "Alright, alright, enough of that. Let’s get you cleaned up."

The shower was more of a quick rinse—Oscar mostly helping her wash her face and change into one of his hoodies before guiding her toward the kitchen. He made her sit on the counter as he grabbed a water bottle and a snack.

"Eat this, bug. It’ll help."

She pouted but took a bite, eyes never leaving him. "M’sorry for crying."

"It’s okay."

"You forgive me?"

"Always."

A lazy smile spread across her face. "You're the best boyfriend ever. I love you so much."

Oscar pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "I know. Now finish that so I can get you to bed."

By the time he tucked her in, Lila was already dozing off, still mumbling about how pretty he was. He just chuckled, brushing her hair back before turning off the light. "Goodnight, drunk bug."

03. PADDOCK BUREAUCRACY

"C’mon, you guys! It’s me! I do this every other week! What the—C’mon, help me here! You know me!"

They might, in fact, know her. Lila was a recognizable face in the paddock—getting the wrong passes, wanting to be everywhere, causing a fuss with fans, sneaking into public viewing areas, and inevitably getting in trouble trying to come back. A security nightmare, a fan favorite. A gift or a curse, depending on who you asked.

"No pass, no access, lady. I’m sorry." The security guard stood firm at the entrance.

"Oh, man. Pleeeease. Please. My boyfriend is racing in thirty minutes! C’mon! I’m like his lucky charm! If I don’t get in, you’re going to be to blame for McLaren’s championship! I need to get in!"

"Yeah, yeah. Sure. You’d be surprised how many ladies show up here talking about Lando Norris and—"

"No! No, whew! No, not Lando! My boyfriend is Oscar! Piastri, second driver, you know? Vroom-vroom, consistent as fuck, pretty polite cat, Australian… You notice my accent, right? We’re dating, look!" She quickly flashed her lock screen, showing a picture of them together from her last birthday party.

"Sorry, miss. No pass, no access. Good story, though. I’d read that online."

She was sure he kept talking, but she had no intention of listening. Just a slight hope, a slight chance that Oscar still had his phone in hand.

And after a few beeps… There it was. "Sup, troublemaker? Hope you’re calling to wish me good luck because—"

"They’re keeping me out! I can’t get inside! Can you send someone to help me here? Pleeeease."

"They’re keeping you out? On my way, wait a minute."

It took no time; within minutes, Oscar was jogging over, his McLaren polo slightly wrinkled from the rushed movement. He barely acknowledged the security guard before his eyes landed on Lila, arms crossed, face set in a pout of deep frustration.

"What’s going on here?" Oscar’s voice was calm but firm, his eyes flicking between Lila and the guard.

"She doesn’t have a pass, sir," the security guard explained. "She claims to be your girlfriend, but without credentials, we can’t let her in."

Oscar’s brows furrowed slightly as he looked at Lila, who dramatically threw her hands in the air. "I am his girlfriend! This is so unfair! You guys let strangers in all the time—"

Before she could launch into another impassioned rant, Oscar simply stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Yeah, she’s with me," he said, his tone final.

The security guard hesitated, glancing between them. Something unspoken hung in the air, a flicker of disbelief, like he still wasn’t entirely convinced. Oscar didn’t bother addressing it, just pulled Lila in closer with an easy familiarity.

Lila caught on immediately, tilting her head up at him with a theatrical sigh. "See? You almost had me standing out here alone while my boyfriend was getting ready to race."

Oscar hummed in agreement. "Would’ve been tragic."

The security guard, clearly uncomfortable, cleared his throat. "Again, sorry, sir. We were just following protocol."

Oscar waved him off. "No worries. But maybe next time, try believing her. She’s a bit of a menace, but she’s harmless."

"Hey!" Lila smacked his chest lightly, though she was grinning.

With that, Oscar tugged her toward the paddock entrance, his grip on her wrist secure. Once they were far enough from the entrance, she looked up at him, grinning. "You let them think I was some random fangirl."

"Technically, you are my biggest fan," he quipped.

"Please, I barely know your stats."

Oscar scoffed. "Liar. You correct people when they misquote them."

She gasped, hand over her heart. "Betrayed by my own boyfriend."

He chuckled, squeezing her hand as they reached his driver room. "C’mon, let’s get inside before you cause more chaos."

"You love my chaos."

Oscar opened the door, gesturing for her to enter first. "Yeah, yeah. Just get in before they ban you for life."

She beamed up at him before slipping inside, and Oscar shook his head, smiling to himself. Definitely a menace. But she was his menace.

04. DEAD WORRIED.

Oscar was halfway through reviewing race data when his phone buzzed. He barely glanced at it, assuming it was Lila texting one of her usual complaints about how bored she was in class or sharing a random meme she found funny.

But it wasn’t her.

It was her mother.

His heart dropped.

Call me when you can. Lila’s in the hospital.

He shot out of his seat before his mind could catch up, already dialing. The phone rang once before her mother answered.

“Oscar,” her voice was calm—too calm. “She didn’t want me to tell you, but I thought you should know—”

“What happened?” he cut in, grabbing his keys as he headed for the door.

“She wasn’t feeling well and collapsed earlier. They’re running tests.”

His breath hitched. “She collapsed?”

“She insisted she was fine,” her mother sighed. “She didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

Of course she didn’t. She never did.

“I’m on my way.”

—

When he arrived at the hospital, he half-expected to find Lila sitting up in bed, rolling her eyes at how everyone was overreacting.

Instead, she looked… small.

Her usual spark—the one that had her sneaking into places she wasn’t supposed to be and laughing at her own jokes—was dimmed. She was propped up against a mound of pillows, an IV in her arm, her skin pale, too pale.

And yet, when she saw him standing in the doorway, she groaned.

“Oh my God,” she muttered, throwing her head back dramatically. “She told you, didn’t she?”

Oscar ignored her attempt to downplay it and rushed to her bedside, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before anything else. “Are you serious, Lila? You collapsed and didn’t think to tell me?”

She pouted. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Too late for that,” he snapped. She blinked, startled. His fists were clenched at his sides. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, before reaching for her hand. It was cold. “What’s wrong? What did they say?”

She hesitated, just a second too long.

“Oscar—”

“What did they say?” His voice cracked, just a little.

Her expression softened, and she squeezed his fingers. “They’re still figuring it out. It’s not… that bad. I just need rest.”

He shook his head. “You never get like this, Lila. Never. And you were going to just—what? Keep it from me until you magically got better?”

Her eyes flickered away. “Maybe.”

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He hated this. Hated seeing her like this. Hated that she had to be this sick before she’d admit something was wrong.

When the doctor finally came in to say she could go home, Oscar stood up without hesitation.

“Alright, let’s go,” he said, already reaching for her.

She swung her legs off the bed, ready to stand—only to yelp when Oscar scooped her up effortlessly.

“Oscar!” she shrieked, clutching him. “Put me down!”

“Not a chance.” His grip was firm, unyielding. “You’re not walking anywhere.”

“I can walk!”

“Don’t care.”

She groaned. “You’re being ridiculous.”

He shot her a look, his eyes still clouded with lingering fear. “I almost lost my mind today, Lila. Just—let me do this, okay?”

She stared at him for a long moment before sighing, resting her head against his chest. “Fine. But only because you’re comfy.”

His lips twitched. “Lucky for you, I plan on keeping you comfy for a long time.”

And he carried her all the way out, past the amused nurses and her grinning mother, straight to the car—where he buckled her in himself.

She huffed. “You’re really doing everything for me, huh?”

He kissed her forehead, lingering there a second longer than necessary. “Yeah, I am.”

And he wouldn’t stop, not until she was better. Not ever.

05. THE FAMILY IS GROWING

Oscar knew something was off the second he stepped into the apartment. The air felt… different, like it was holding its breath, waiting for him to notice.

And he knew, with a sinking feeling in his stomach, that if Lila had anything to do with it, the “normal” he was used to was long gone.

He closed the door behind him, eyes scanning the room. It wasn’t just the stillness that felt strange—there was an energy here. Something offbeat. Something… Lila.

Before he could take another step, a blur of fur zoomed across the room, knocking over a stack of books like they were mere obstacles. Lila came barreling after it, her hair a tangled mess, socks slipping on the hardwood as she slid to a stop. She lunged, all the grace of someone who hadn’t quite figured out the art of coordination—barely missing whatever had darted under the couch.

Oscar raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Well, this is new,” he drawled. “How long were you planning on keeping this from me?”

Lila froze, turning slowly, her expression morphing from frantic to feigned innocence in less than a second. Her smile was the kind that could melt anyone’s heart if they weren’t already in a state of disbelief. “Oh, hey! You’re home early.”

Oscar’s gaze swept over the scene—books scattered everywhere, a pillow rolling across the floor like it was trying to make a getaway, and Lila still standing there, caught with the look of someone who’d been caught red-handed. “Explain.”

She bit her lip, shifting on her feet as she tucked her hands behind her back. “Well, you see, I found her—”

“Lila.”

“—and she was all alone! She was so scared, Oscar, you should have seen her! She was shivering! And I just couldn’t leave her there.”

As if on cue, the tiny puppy peeked out from under the couch, its big brown eyes wide with guilt. Oscar’s heart softened against his will, but he had to keep his composure. This couldn’t turn into the kind of mess he couldn’t escape from. He turned back to Lila, raising an eyebrow. “So you’re telling me you’re just gonna sneak this little disaster in without telling me?”

She gasped, putting a hand over her chest in mock offense. “Sneak? I prefer ‘rescue.’”

Oscar couldn’t help but smirk. “Rescue? Really?”

Lila was already crouching down to scoop up the tiny puppy, cradling it like it was the most precious thing she’d ever held. The puppy let out a soft whimper, nestling into Lila’s chest as if it knew the game was up. “Oscar, look at her. How could I just leave her? She’s so small, so helpless. She needs someone.”

Oscar watched the way she looked at the puppy, her face lighting up in that rare, unguarded way. His chest tightened, realizing how much he loved seeing her like this—carefree, giving, and a little bit ridiculous.

“God help me,” he muttered, but there was no real heat in his voice. He wasn’t mad—not even close. He was just… helpless in the face of her charm.

Lila turned her head to look at him, eyes wide and hopeful. “I’ll put up posters, ask around. But, you know, if no one claims her… well…”

Oscar exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You already named her, didn’t you?”

Lila’s eyes widened, clearly caught. “...No?”

Oscar raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Lila.”

She sighed, looking down at the puppy as it licked her chin. “Okay, fine. Her name’s Peanut. But it’s not like she told me or anything.” She glanced back at Oscar with a cheeky grin. “Say hi, Peanut.”

Peanut licked Lila’s nose in response, and despite himself, Oscar chuckled softly. It was impossible to stay annoyed at this point—especially when Lila looked so damn cute trying to make it all sound so innocent.

Oscar dropped onto the couch, his body finally giving in to the absurdity of it all. “I swear, you’re the most adorable disaster I’ve ever met.”

Lila beamed, a proud smile tugging at her lips. “I know, right? But you love me anyway.”

Oscar just shook his head, but the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips was all too telling. “Yeah, I do. Can’t seem to help it.”

As she ran around, picking up the scattered books and pillows, Peanut following close behind like a tiny shadow, Oscar couldn’t help but watch her. The way she moved with that excitement, the way her eyes lit up every time she caught sight of the puppy’s tiny antics—it was all too perfect. All too her.

“You’re lucky I’m too in love with you to be mad,” he murmured to himself, half under his breath.

Lila looked up at him, a teasing glint in her eyes. “You know what? I think you’re right. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

Oscar couldn’t help himself anymore. He stood up and took a step closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his hand lingering on her cheek. “I’m not mad, Lila,” he said softly, his voice low with affection. “I just… I think you’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, even when you’re doing stupid shit.”

She smiled at him, her eyes softening, and without another word, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that was gentle at first, like she was testing to see if he truly meant it. But Oscar wasn’t about to leave her hanging. He pulled her closer, his lips pressing against hers with more intensity, a kiss that said everything without needing words.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, Lila nuzzled into his chest, content. “I love you,” she whispered, the words a sweet, simple truth.

Oscar held her tight, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I love you, too, Peanut’s mom.”

Lila laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know.” Oscar smiled, holding her even tighter as they both looked down at the little puppy—who, in that moment, seemed like just another part of their chaotic, perfect little world.

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The argument.

Part one: click here. Hi guys! Here is the requested sequel of the first part. I changed the narration type and included both Alastor's and the reader's pov. I hope you like it! Happy reading! ☺♥

The Monster in the Mirror.

She should not have forgiven me.

She should not have smiled.

She should not have touched me.

Yet, she had.

And now I was unraveling.

I had always thought myself in control, always thought I could shape my world like a master puppeteer, pulling the strings, setting the stage.

But this? This was chaos.

This was her hands on mine, warm and real. This was the way she had held me, the way her fingers had clutched my coat as if she were afraid I would disappear.

And the worst part?

I had let her.

I had let her.

I had stood there, in the circle of her arms, and I had felt.

Felt her heart racing against mine. Felt the warmth of her breath as she whispered my name. Felt—for the first time in decades—human.

And I hated it.

I hated how much I wanted it.

So I did what I always did: I ran.

The shadows of my room swallowed me whole.

My old radio crackled in the corner, filling the air with static, but it could not drown out the noise in my head.

I paced.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

The monster in the mirror watched me, its grin wide, sharp, and mocking.

I hated him.

I hated what he had become.

A demon. A killer. A thing of hunger and cruelty and sin.

And yet—she had looked at me as if I was more.

She had touched me as if I was worthy.

I let out a sharp, bitter laugh, raking my hands through my hair.

“Foolish girl,” I muttered. “Foolish, foolish girl.”

But the words rang hollow, because the truth was…

She wasn’t the fool.

I was.

For letting her get close. For letting myself believe. For daring—for even a second—to imagine a world where I could be hers.

I slammed my fists against the desk, breath ragged.

I had done too much. I had taken too many lives, played too many games.

I was a monster.

And monsters do not get to be loved.

A sick, sharp laugh clawed its way out of my throat.

She should be afraid of me.

She should have left, but she hadn’t, and that was my greatest torment.

Because no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise…

I didn’t want her to.

The Quiet Ruin of Me - Alastor's pov.

It started as a flicker. A brief, insidious thing that slithered through my mind the moment she turned her back on me. I watched her walk away, and something sharp and unfamiliar coiled in my chest.

I had expected anger. Expected to feel that familiar thrill of conflict, of another game well played, another opponent bested in a verbal spar. That was how these things went, wasn’t it? A little tension, a little sharpness, a little storm—only to break into laughter later, as if none of it mattered.

But this time, she didn’t look back.

And when she was gone, something in me snapped.

It was quiet at first. A strange, creeping sensation at the edges of my consciousness. I ignored it, of course—I had long since mastered the art of burying anything even remotely troublesome. It was a simple thing, truly. A matter of habit.

But habits, I have learned, are no match for grief.

Because that’s what it was, wasn’t it?

Not irritation. Not even the thrill of a game lost too soon.

Loss.

A ridiculous notion. Utterly absurd.

And yet...

I did what I do best. I smiled. I laughed. I turned away. I let her absence settle into my bones like a dull, aching hum and convinced myself it was nothing more than an inconvenience.

Then the days stretched on.

And that quiet ache became a roar.

I stayed away. Not just from her, but from everyone. It was easier that way. No need for questions, no need for well-meaning concern from people who barely understood the first thing about me. Charlie’s gentle insistence, Angel’s sharp-edged worry—I saw it, felt it. But none of it mattered.

None of it mattered, because I had already begun to unravel.

I became a ghost in my own home, lingering at the edges, watching from the corners of rooms I no longer felt welcome in. Not because of anything she had said—no, she hadn’t even told me to go.

But I had seen it in her eyes: that hurt. That disappointment.

That wound I had carved into her with careless words, words that should have meant nothing but had somehow sliced through her like a blade.

And now—now she was everywhere.

I heard her voice in empty hallways. Saw the flicker of her silhouette at the edges of my vision. I would catch myself turning, expecting to see her, only to be met with the crushing weight of silence.

She haunted me.

Or perhaps—perhaps I was the one haunting her.

I found myself here, in this empty room, my fingers resting on the radio, feeling the familiar ridges of the dials beneath my touch. It was a comfort, in a way. Something tangible. Something real.

Unlike this.

Unlike her.

Unlike whatever this sickness was that had taken root inside me.

Love.

The word itself was a curse. A grotesque, hideous little thing that curled in my throat like bile.

Love was attachment. Love was weakness. Love was a thing meant for those who still had the capacity to dream of happy endings.

Not for me.

Not for something like me.

And yet…

The moment I lost her, I understood.

It had already been too late.

And that was the cruelest part of all.

I had felt alive with her.

And now, I was nothing but ruin.

So when I heard the soft sound of footsteps behind me—when I felt that familiar pull, that electric awareness of her—I did not turn.

Because if I did, I would shatter.

And I could not let her see the wreckage of me.

The Devil you love - Alastor's pov.

I had made my decision.

I would prove it to her.

She had to see—truly see—what I was.

No charming smiles. No laughter to soften the edges. No carefully curated mask of civility.

I would peel back the layers.

I would show her the truth of me, the darkness that pulsed beneath my skin, the hunger, the violence, the thing that should have repulsed her.

And then—then she would leave.

She would have no choice.

It began in the small ways: a whisper in the halls when no one was there; a shadow slithering just at the corner of her vision; a voice on the radio that should not have been playing.

She had called my name once—soft, hesitant.

I had not answered.

But oh, how I had watched.

I watched as she searched the empty corridors, as her brow furrowed, as she bit her lip in thought. As she refused to fear.

So I tried harder.

The hotel grew colder at night. The walls creaked with voices that did not belong. The lights flickered, bathing the halls in an eerie glow.

And then, finally—finally—I let her see.

I made sure she was there when I dealt with an intruder.

Some foolish soul had wandered too close, seeking deals with the devil, thinking they could outwit me.

How delightful.

How tragic.

I let the shadows stretch long as I stood before the poor wretch, my grin carved sharp, my voice a melody of doom.

And then, I played.

My laughter was the only mercy I offered as I tore him apart, limb from limb, his screams swallowed by the static of my radio.

And she was watching… I made sure of it.

She stood at the end of the hall, frozen in place, eyes wide.

There it was—she saw me now.

Not the grinning fool. Not the trickster. Not the teasing presence at her side.

She saw the thing that lurked beneath:

The monster.

The demon.

The truth.

I turned my head, meeting her gaze across the bloodstained floor, expecting—no, needing—to see the fear, the horror, the realization that she had been a fool to care for me.

But instead…

She stepped forward.

One step.

Then another.

No.

No...

No. NO. NO!

She should have run.

She should have screamed.

She should have done anything but this!

But there she stood, unwavering, her breath coming in uneven gasps, her fingers trembling—not with fear, but with something else.

Something raw. Something aching.

“Alastor,” she whispered, my name slipping from her lips as if she were praying, as if she were praying to ME.

I felt it then.

The weight of it.

The way it wrapped around me, pulling me down, dragging me into the very thing I was fighting to escape.

Her love. Her care for me.

It was suffocating.

It was terrifying.

It was undoing me.

I took a step back.

“No,” I rasped, my voice fraying at the edges, my fingers clenching into fists.

She was supposed to fear me.

She was supposed to hate me.

Not look at me like this.

Not with understanding.

Not with love.

I turned on my heel and disappeared into the shadows, my own heartbeat roaring in my ears.

Because if she would not leave…

Then I would have to do it for her.

The Death of Denial

I should have told her to leave.

I should have kept my back turned, let the distance between us remain untouched.

But I was weak.

She said my name, soft and uncertain, and it broke me.

I turned.

And there she was.

Standing in the doorway, bathed in the dim glow of the flickering light, looking at me as if I was something precious. As if I was something worth saving.

How cruel. How unspeakably cruel of her.

I laughed—sharp, brittle.

"Come to deliver your final judgment, my dear?"

She frowned, stepping closer. "Alastor."

That voice.

I had always loved the way she said my name. And now—now it hurt.

"You need to leave," I rasped. The words felt like broken glass in my throat. "You should—"

"Stop it."

She was right in front of me now, close enough that I could see every detail—every freckle, every flicker of emotion in her eyes.

God help me, I wanted to touch her.

I clenched my fists to keep from doing so.

"You're not okay," she whispered. "Stop pretending!"

I smiled, all teeth. "Of course I am, I'm not—"

She didn't flinch. Didn't waver.

"Then why are you avoiding me?! That argument was nothing to me. I care about you, Alastor… even too much."

Ah. There it was. The killing blow.

I inhaled sharply, something twisting deep inside my chest.

"Because," I murmured, voice shaking, "I am a coward."

Her brows furrowed, confusion flickering across her face.

"Because I have spent decades laughing in the face of love. Decades mocking it, destroying it, drowning it in blood and sound and static. Because I believed myself to be above it—untouchable, incorruptible."

I let out a breathless, humorless laugh.

"And then," I whispered, "you walked into my life."

She gasped softly.

"You, with your insufferable kindness. Your stubbornness. Your maddening way of seeing me. You, who should have run screaming the moment you realized what I was."

I took a step closer, closing the distance between us, my voice dropping to a ragged whisper.

"But you didn't.You stayed. And I—" my breath hitched. "I let myself believe, for one foolish, unforgivable moment, that I could have you."

Her lips parted, but no words came.

I reached up, trembling fingers brushing just barely against her cheek. "And then you walked away."

She swallowed hard. "Because you hurt me."

I shut my eyes, exhaling shakily. "I know."

Silence.

And then, softer now, "why, Alastor? Why did you hurt me?"

My hands shook.

"Because," I whispered, my voice breaking, "I fell in love... with you".

The words destroyed me.

And the silence that followed killed me.

I dared to look at her then, terrified of what I would see.

But she was crying.

Soft, silent tears slipping down her cheeks.

And then—she smiled.

Not mocking. Not cruel.

Just… pure.

Hopeful.

And mine.

She reached up, her warm hands covering my own.

"You idiot," she whispered, laughing through her tears.

"You absolute, wonderful idiot."

I choked on a breath, and when she pulled me into her arms... I fell.

Fell into her warmth, her light, her impossible, terrifying love.

And for the first time in my miserable, wretched existence…

I let myself believe I could be loved.

No Turning Back - reader's pov.

I should have been afraid.

After everything he had shown me—after the violence, the shadows, the terrible beauty of what he truly was—I should have felt something other than this unbearable, aching pull toward him.

But I wasn’t afraid. I could never be afraid of him...

Even now, as I found him in the dimly lit room, his back turned to me, his fingers ghosting over the dials of his radio, I only felt the same thing I had always felt with him.

Longing. Longing to be his friend. Longing to be close to him.

The air was heavy between us, thick with unspoken words, unacknowledged truths.

I took a breath, steadying myself.

“Alastor.”

His shoulders tensed at my voice, his fingers tightening minutely around the radio dial.

“You don’t frighten easily, do you?” he said, his tone light, but so, so tired.

I took a step forward. “I think you’re the one who’s afraid.”

Silence.

A sharp inhale.

Then, at last, he turned to face me.

And the moment I saw his eyes, my breath caught in my throat.

He looked… lost.

Like a man standing at the edge of a cliff, staring down at oblivion.

"You saw what I am," he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. "And yet, you are here."

The weight of that statement settled between us, thick and suffocating.

I met his gaze, my heart pounding. "You think I don’t know what you are? Alastor, I’ve always known! You're a cannibal, a murderer! But I'm here in hell too!"

A shudder ran through him.

He looked at me then, truly looked at me, and I saw it—the moment his world cracked, the moment his carefully built walls collapsed around him.

"You shouldn’t," he said, a thread of desperation lacing his voice. "You shouldn’t care for me."

And yet, I do.

I swallowed, stepping closer, my fingers trembling as they reached out—hesitant, unsure—until they brushed against his hand.

He flinched.

But he didn’t pull away.

Instead, he snatched my wrist, dragging me close, so close that I could feel his breath ghosting over my lips, sharp and uneven.

I should have been afraid.

But all I felt was heat.

A wild, shattering heat that had nothing to do with Hell.

His grip was firm, his hands large and unyielding, and yet—he held me like he was afraid I might break.

"This is a mistake," he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath.

I exhaled shakily, my fingers tightening around his own.

"If it is," I whispered, "then let us make it together."

His breath hitched.

And then—

He kissed me.

It was not gentle.

It was devastating.

A collision of fury and need, of desperate hunger and aching restraint.

His lips crashed against mine, stealing the breath from my lungs, drinking in every inch of me as if he had been starving for this—for me.

His hands tangled into my hair, gripping me like he was drowning, like I was the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

And I melted.

I clung to him, my fingers digging into his back, my body pressing into his as if I could mold myself to him, as if I could tell him with every touch, every gasp, every trembling breath—

I am yours, Alastor.

A shudder ran through him, a broken sound escaping his throat, and for a fleeting moment, I felt it—his surrender.

The great and terrible Alastor, the Radio Demon, who had spent his existence untouchable, untamed—had finally given in.

And I knew, as his arms tightened around me, as his lips pressed deeper, more desperate, more real—there would be no turning back.

No Turning Back - Alastor's pov.

I ran.

I ran from her, from the unbearable tenderness in her eyes, from the truth I had tried so desperately to deny.

But I could not escape it.

Her presence lingered like a melody I couldn’t silence, a haunting refrain playing through my mind, pulling me back, pulling me home.

Home.

What a ridiculous notion.

I was not meant for such things.

And yet—

She would not leave me be.

Even now, as I stood in the hollow dark of my favorite, long-abandoned room, trying to choke down this unbearable thing clawing at my insides, I could hear her footsteps.

Soft. Hesitant, but determined.

I did not turn when she entered.

“Alastor,” she said, her voice quiet, gentle. Too gentle.

I laughed—because laughter was all I had left.

“You don’t frighten easily, do you?”

She took another step closer.

“I think you’re the one who’s afraid,” she murmured.

The words cut deep. Too deep.

I inhaled sharply, my fingers curling against the old wooden radio.

My lifeline. My tether. My prison.

“You saw what I am,” I said, my voice steady, yet hollow.

“And still, you are here.”

A beat of silence.

Then—

“You think I don’t know what you are?” she whispered. “Alastor, I’ve always known! You're a cannibal, a murderer! But I'm here in hell too!"”

The room tilted.

The breath I didn’t need hitched in my throat.

She always knew?

No—no, that was impossible.

I turned at last, my movements slow, deliberate.

I had to see her face.

And there she was—standing before me, bathed in the dim glow of the radio’s soft red light, watching me with that maddening, unshakable devotion.

I had torn apart a man in front of her. I had shrouded myself in shadow, wrapped my hands in blood and ruin. I had tried to scare her away.

And yet—she looked at me as if none of it mattered.

As if I were more than the monster I had shown her.

And that—that was the most terrifying thing of all.

“You shouldn’t,” I rasped. “You shouldn’t care for me.”

She swallowed, her throat bobbing, but she didn’t look away.

“And yet, I do.”

No.

No, no, no, no—

This was not how this was supposed to go.

She was supposed to hate me.

She was supposed to run.

She was supposed to leave me in this eternal abyss.

But instead—instead, she reached for me.

A trembling hand, brushing against mine.

Fingers ghosting over my knuckles.

And I broke.

With a sharp breath, I snatched her wrist, pulling her close—too close.

Her gasp was soft, a whisper of sound, her breath warm against my lips.

I should have let go.

I should have walked away.

But she was so close, and I—I was starving.

Starving for her warmth. For her touch. For something real.

I bent my head, my lips barely brushing hers, my resolve hanging by a thread.

“This is a mistake,” I breathed.

She shivered—but didn’t pull away.

“If it is,” she whispered, “then let us make it together.”

God help me!!!

I crashed into her.

The first touch of her lips sent a violent shudder through me, a force unlike anything I had ever known. Fury and longing, agony and bliss.

I devoured her.

I poured everything into it—every ounce of my torment, my need, my devastation.

Her fingers tangled into my hair, holding onto me as if she knew—as if she knew I was unraveling.

And I was.

I was coming undone beneath her hands, melting into the warmth I had denied myself for so long.

I kissed her like I was drowning. Like she was the first taste of life after an eternity in the dark. Like I could never have enough.

And for the first time, I understood—

I would never be free of her.

I didn’t want to be.

Because this—this was no mistake.

This was the only thing that had ever been real.

I am hers.

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[thatzombiecat]

3, 12 and 24 for Vincey, please <333

OMG Yesssss thank you so much for these amazing questions Fran!!!! 💖💖💖💖

OC: Vincent Emmanuel Andar von Valancius

[3.] Do they have a good relationship with their family? Who were they closest to growing up?

Elayne was there at the start, and it all ends again with her. They had a steadfast bond back from when they were kids, which only grow to where they would be together.

Growing up, mingling with their family among the high ranking officers of the Merchant Fleet armada, Vincent was a curious boy, moving onto the big voidship like Ghiessen herself from the stale and dusty streetwalks of the hive world Tethra was an exciting adventure on itself. Being forbidden to roam without permission, he eventually ran off, and ran off too far to the lower decks, for his own misfortune. That's where he found a beggar girl, or rather, she found him completely lost, shivering and spooked and throwing up, seeing the smelly guts of the inner life voidship. A little girl was his guide, the needed company, and a new friend, so that's where it all started for these two.

For the family itself. As was said before, he always was a curious and a rebellious child. A firstborn that would eventually inherit his father position and regalia of Andar dynasty being among the commanding officers on the Ghiessen, which he doesn't really wanted to. But curiosity killed the cat as they say, finding an item in the family vault not meant for his eyes (nor anyone's eyes), an aeldari xeno artifact of harmless nature, bringing it with himself to show to Elayne and then by the accident getting himself arrested, he brought trouble and shame to the dynasty. Getting his name crossed out of family annals and out of the inheritance, he didn't want to put a stain on his father's name (bigger one than it already is at least), so he was immediately exiled.

[12.] Who amongst their retinue do they clash with the most?

Heinrix by all means. Imagine being freshly out of the torture racks Inquisition dogs have put you into, half of the body seared, the spine ruined with lashes, miraculously getting out barely alive and with a sudden fortune in your pocket, then a FREAKING INTERROGATOR drops again onto your head. Not that pleasant as it seems, ay. Guess everything has it's downsides. They would warm up eventually after blowing up Commorragh, as the hate for drukhari would be a mutual bond for the two.

Marazhai. Despises him. Hates him. Is fascinated by him. It would be hard to justify keeping Marz alive, and cause by the time Vincent gets out of Commorragh and gets overwhelmed with Chaos drilling into his head and violent outbursts, their relationship would ruin him further, until Vince would drops out of it realising how much it hurts, to drukhari's own amusement.

Would clash with Solomorne too at first, a crime dawg and a cop wouldn't get along either at the start. But we'll see how fallible Solomorne could be to his charm. And thaaaat would probably be quite steamy endeavour hehe >;3

24. Do they place value in how their protectorate sees them? Does this sway their decisions at all?

Not that much, to both. He's on his own mind and rarely seem to care or be troubled by other's opinions, it's his own road to carve and hid own protectorate to mold. But he strives for goodness and freedom, though in his own rebellious and troublesome way, to rather break the system compared to slowly changing it. That's where his and Elayne's methods differ considerably.

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[2], [20], [25]

[heyyallitssatan]

I’m back on my bleach shit and making it everyone else’s problem

Imagine the role reversal tho, Ik someone, probably a lot of someone’s, have thought of this but here’s my take

Rukia in Ichigo’s position and him in hers, sort of

He’s still a sort of weird amalgamation situation, only in this version some how some way he and his family and end up living/growing up in the soul society

And maybe in this universe Isshin is still a soul reaper, and he gets sent on a mission to take care of a particularly troublesome hollow in the world of the living, and he’s the one who dies, not Masaki

So Ichigo ends up being raised by his mom in the soul society, so he becomes a soul reaper just like his dad, and so do Karin and Yuzu

Ichigo gets sent to Karakura, and how weird is it that that’s where his first mission is, where his dad died, where his mom lost her Quincy powers sort of, where everything that led up to his life happened

And he meets Rukia, the strange human girl who was adopted by her sister (who she will later learn was a soul reaper) husband, so now he’s her big brother, and their still rich and proper and everything, and perhaps the reason she’s so strange and seeing ghosts and nonsense is because Aizen still put the hogyoku inside her

And Ichigo stabs her and it reacts similarly at first, triggering soul reaper powers and leading to a lot of nonsense

And I haven’t really gotten much farther than that, though I want to imagine that in this version tatsuki is a soul reaper, maybe squad two, maybe eleven, and most of the other characters roles stay the same, and the plot stays mostly the same, same arcs and battles and Aizen’s still an evil conniving bastard, but everything sort of changes cause rukias our main character now

And I like to imagine that Karin and yuzu are just running around causing chaos most of the time

And Ichigo is still a visored, though his figuring that out goes a bit differently and the training for it changes, him electing to ditch soul society and his duties for a few months to train

And Karin and yuzu probably follow for chaos purposes, and now the Visoreds get a weird little brother and two little chaos sisters

I legitimately have no idea of how the story would still happen, this is just the vibes, imagine human byakuya and Rukia versus soul reaper kurosaki/shiba family

[arcane-map]

Hello! I drew the baby girl. She really can bite. I hope you like the little princess who can bite. (although baby Hornet is not in RPIEAV au) I'm curious how her baby and toddler days were spent? Has she ever been a headache for caregivers?

SPIDERLING PRINCESS WHO BITES!

She's so adorable! I love her eyelashes and the blush you gave her <3

(why do I have a feeling she's swaddled so she can't commit crimes)

Although baby Hornet is already Big Sister Hornet in RPIEAV, she's very important to how I characterized the Pale King! The little vessels get away with so much in RPIEAV because baby Hornet was an absolute terror. Not even four vessels combined is as troublesome as one fierce little spider.

Baby Hornet spent most of her time on her mother's back in Deepnest due to her sensitive spider-wyrm eyes. She was only brought to the White Palace a few times for some health issues where she met the Pale King. (She did not like the cold white bug that everyone said was her father who poked her with needles. She bit him. a lot. at least she didn't have venom then.) She was very loved and absolutely spoiled silly by Herrah, Midwife, and the Weavers.

In this time period, the Pale King was more like his canon self, cold and utterly disinterested in children. He didn't know how to handle Hornet and wasn't particularly interested in learning. He was also in the middle of creating the vessels and rather conflicted about the idea of children.

By the time she was a toddler, Hornet started to show more of her Wyrm heritage and grew increasingly aware of how different she was compared to the denizens of Deepnest. She wasn't bullied since she was a princess, but was somewhat ostracized since she looked different (fewer eyes, glowed) and wasn't a natural at weaving (her Soul Silk is mainly an offensive weapon and not suited to creation. She eventually make do with her traps and inventions). Also, she was becoming dangerous (Soul magic+needle), so she had to be sent to the White Palace.

The Pale King was going to hand her off to the retainers, but Hornet absolutely hated the White Palace and did everything she could in an effort to be sent home (chaos time of testing limits, very important plotwise for later vessel shenanigans). This forced the Pale King into being a father since no one else could safely handle her. (I'm not really sure about this entire White Palace part yet. It's all a bit muddled together. It's also during this time she's beginning to have some issues with 'duty' and 'responsibility'. I meant for this part to relate to how she wants to protect the vessels but I haven't figured it out yet)

But there is a scene where Hornet broke into his workshop (where she was forbidden to enter) and tried to build a trap because her silk is useless and the Pale King found her crying. They bonded a bit (because the Pale King is absolutely useless at social interactions outside of his favorite hobby), and eventually he learned to take care of Hornet. Baby proofing an entire wing, figuring out her diet and sleep schedule, building her nursery. He's a bit clueless and needs to go from "huh lab assistant who's interested in my work" to "oh my child", and from "lab-safety" to "taking care of said child".

They're okay now, but Hornet really did most of the hard work as firstborn. RPIEAV Pale King is rather mellow compared to his canon self, all because of baby Hornet.

Hornet didn't have the best childhood up till now. She's desperately lonely, and her best friend is her very busy, awkward, father. It's why when the vessels show up, she's absolutely enamored with them. They look like her and they follow her around everywhere. They're just as weird as she is!

Her lack of socialization with peers when she's young does mean she's very fuzzy about the whole "empty vessel" vs. "child" thing though. It's why she treats the vessels more like animated dolls sometimes. Not out of malice, she's just not sure how to interact with kids her age and default to the way she plays with her dolls.

XD Thank you for the opportunity to ramble about baby Hornet~

[lyriquette]

Old RWBY AU description from the Frosen Steel server -troublemakers AU - 12/10/2020

AU of singer!Weiss having two incredibly troublesome fans, a graffiti-loving prankster/streamer and the leader of a troll army. She's tired.

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The Nail:

lilac — 12/09/2020 11:57 PM

So let's say the nail here is that Ozma and Salem didn't get into a giant war. Somehow their kids lived, so all humanity really needed to deal with is the Grimm without any evolutions on Salem's part. They're still a pain in the arse because the Grimm's strength and numbers are always a little bit less than humanity's.

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lilac — 12/10/2020 12:14 AM

And in that background, we have Ruby Rose, a streaming traceuse, engineer, and prankster who recently unlocked her semblance much to Atlas's dismay. The logo on her stream is a goose with the caption "i am here to cause problems"

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lilac — 12/10/2020 12:25 AM

Weiss is a famous pop star in Atlas - still lives in the Schnee Mansion. The Schnee Dust Company no longer existed in its full form; due to the more peaceful world, Atlas put a foot down on monopolies a couple years after Jacques took control and tried making the company as inhumane as possible to increase his profit margins. So he's currently wearing an orange jumpsuit. The family overall is much happier in his absence. Willow divorced the man and rumors say the most eligible bachelorette has been meeting someone clandestinely, drinking together. Which also happens to be part of the reason why Ruby is currently at Atlas lol.

lilac — 12/10/2020 12:30 AM

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Weiss unlocked her Glyphs but has been using it mostly as fairly expensive special effects. She's described as the fairy of atlas (or whatever name you all can come up with - I'm bad 8l ). Myrtenaster does exist as the girl is a fencer on the side.

As well known as Weiss is though, her musical career has stagnated. Too many artists and singers saturating the market, and she hasn't had any inspiration lately since she's always been insistent on making her own songs.

lilac — 12/10/2020 12:31 AM

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lilac — 12/10/2020 12:45 AM

Penny is still developed by Atlasian military but upon realizing Pietro has no intention on making a clearly real girl fight against the enemies of human, Ironwood was like "okay you're right." So Penny doesn't have any of the weaponry and was allowed to live like a child and go to school. She doesn't quite know what she wants to do (maybe lead a sentient robot uprising /j) after schooling, but her dads are open to her doing anything. Her hobby is music and programming, and she's been following the Angel of Atlas since her debut. She is Weiss's self-proclaimed number one fan but more importantly she's her friend. If there is bad stuff about her friend on the internet, she will drown people with a troll army. To Weiss's dismay, a lot of her fans just follow her for the flame wars Penny would cause on her behalf. Lol

Online Penny is super different from offline penny.

"When logic and reason no longer work, what do we do?!"

"Flame them to death!! "

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lilac — 12/10/2020 1:20 AM

Ruby naturally is our walking, sometimes running, plot device. Wears a cape and a butterfly mask when she's actively streaming and has a button camera on her mask that doesn't work unless she physically wears the mask.

She learns about the Angel of Atlas and quickly falls in love with her work. Soon, super high places in Atlas are demonstrating large areas of grafiti depicting Weiss or a set of angel wings. Even the CCT tower gets the treatment.

Sooner or later, she declares herself the number one fan online which Penny takes offense to. Cue flame war between the two lol. Weiss had to log in to stop them from wrecking the local server with their war.

Essentially Ruby's chaos-loving followers versus Penny's troll army.

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They eventually learn to not fight on Weiss's server. And instead find that holding flame wars on the sites and servers of Weiss's haters is a more productive thing to do. To the dismay of their leaders, eventually the trolls and chaos lovers become one happy family. The only thing that came out good was the chaos-lovers becoming Weiss fans…not for the music but because Weiss's name is now synonymous for troublesome.

"Thanks, guys."

"Sorry. orz."

"I'm sorry" (edited)

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One day, Ruby goes to Weiss online all "maybe ill meet you in the middle of the night. just pop in."

Weiss: "so you're telling me to hire more guards."

Ruby: "don't worry. They won't be able to separate us. I'll be there tonight. ^_~"

Weiss: asdsddrfffssd

Penny: !!!

So that night Penny grabs a simplified form of Floating Array and installs it. She picks up a cat mask and uses FR to move past buildings like Spiderman.

Destination: weiss's home to protect her virtue

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lilac — 12/11/2020 12:56 AM

So back to the streamer / troll army AU:

Penny goes off to the Schnee Mansion and is spider-manning her way there while wearing a cat mask. mission? Protect her idol's virtue from the red-wearing weirdo.

She arrives. Ruby's already spray painting a set of wings on the mansion.

"I'll protect Weiss from your foul clutches!"

"Who are you again?"

"I am Weiss's number one fan!"

"No that's me! You're that troll girl! I'm going to beat you down."

"What did you say to me? I'll have you know that I graduated in top of my class in the Atlasian Military, and I've been in multiple search and destroy missions involving the Grimm, and I have 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in antipersonnel warfare, and I'm the top hand-to-hand specialist in all of Atlas. You are ju-"

Ruby interrupts her with a paint bomb.

Penny is rainbow-colored now.

Cue angry shrieking and then awkward fighting because neither girl has fought before. Meanwhile….

Whitley: hello police ? There's two crazy girls fighting on our lawn…and there's paint and glitter everywhere

Weiss wakes up from all the racket. She sees the paint and glitter all over the house and lawn, realizes who the two probably are, and angrily pulls out a training epee. She runs out yelling. (edited)

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Before long, she's sitting on top of the two because unlike Ruby and Penny she's had formal training. Her eye is twitching from the arts and crafts disaster that's become her home. She turns on the full force of her bossiness.

"Wei-"

"Salu-"

"I've been chauffering my mom and her infuriating date all day today. Then I had to deal with my manager and why i haven't come up with more songs. And then you both come wake me up at one in the morning, turning my entire home into a preschool art project! You WILL clean up the mess you made or so help me god…"

She just screams out in anger, making the other two hug each other in fear. After she stalks off, the other two notice their position and quickly pull away from each other. They then grudgingly work together to clean the lawn and house and repair the damage they made.

The police do arrive but are turned around by Klein who tells them everything is under control.

After they're mostly done, Klein invites the two to stay at the manor, since it's late and not safe - though for him, it's an excuse to have Weiss interact with kids her age in a non-backstabby-rival-singer way. Naturally, the two excitedly accept.

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lilac — 12/14/2020 9:36 AM

Back to troll Penny, singer Weiss, streaming prankster Ruby:

Klein invites the uninvited guests to stay the night after they clean up the mess they made of the Schnee mansion.

The next day, Ruby and Penny were unable to get any sleep, mostly cause they are all "omg I'm sleeping in my idol's home." So come morning, they're both exhausted and meet each other in the hall. Penny and Ruby share a pleased smile behind their masks before they recall they're supposed to be hostile to each other, cause both of them consider themselves as Weiss's number one fan.

Klein sees them and leads them to the dining room for breakfast, where they find a delicious spread. Whitley's already there, kinda wondering why the crazy girls he called the police on earlier are eating here, but given Klein invited them, they couldnt be that dangerous.

As all three of them eat, Weiss comes in mostly in pajamas and some bedhead, clearly dazed and drowsy. For one, she doesnt even notice the pair on the table. Whitley looks at Weiss and the two girls with an amused face. Ruby and Penny don't even know what to say as Weiss just goes about her business, mostly like a zombie with Klein helpfully putting food on her plate and most importantly an industrial-sized mug of coffee. She just eats and drinks what's on her plate before going back the way she came.

Whitley watches on with amused anticipation.

The girls are wondering if she's deliberately ignoring them when they see her collide with the wall beside the doorway. Before they could ask if she's okay, Weiss just dazedly steps back and walks through the hall instead.

Whitley's giggling, and when the girls look at him, he just says, "every morning. Like clockwork."

[dreadsuitsamus]

fuck it just gonna write a little bit about my selfship family with kensei under the cut bc i want to 🤷‍♀️

we end up having four kids, three sons and a daughter. the boys are close in age, with our oldest (dominic) being only three years older than the twins (beck and phoenix). mila came around when the twins were ten, and it was entirely unplanned and unexpected but not unwelcome at all! kensei loves the boys very much, but when our last baby was revealed to be a girl he was happy to have a change of pace. boys are messy 🫠 he spent so long being a boy dad though, that he had no clue how to parent a little girl lol so our little mila has grown up in a very rough and tumble lifestyle, with the boys being rowdy and playful and her father often joining in or even straight up just starting the chaos himself. there are plenty of times where we sit on the couch while kensei and the boys wrestle, but as the energetic little bug she is, she can't help but join in eventually in a vain attempt to save one of her brother's from daddy's clutches. my bastard husband likes to drag me into it too, literally 😵‍💫 fucker will grab my ankle and pull me off the couch, literally no one is safe in our house except for our orange cat julian, though even he usually ends up jumping on top of the pile.

our kids are well behaved and respectful, though rambunctious as all hell. it can be troublesome for me to get them to calm down on my own, though The Look™ usually chills them out. when all else fails, though, kensei's drill sergeant voice booming will get them to pipe down and relax.

dominic, our first born, looks just like kensei, but younger and with freckles. he's tall, has fluffy white/silver hair, though he has heterochromia! one eye is brown, just like kensei's, and the other is blue, like mine. when he was little he had the cutest chubby cheeks, though they quickly went away as he started growing up. he's a spitting image of his father, and i always joke that the one blue eye is just about the only proof i have that he came from me. i'm his favorite parent 🤭 he says that my cuddles are better than his dad's, since kensei is all muscle and i'm like a pillow and blanket combined, since i'm so warm.

beck and phoenix are identical twins, and kensei's genes have once again absolutely steamrolled my own, though mine did fight back more than with dominic. the twins are blond, and that is a win in my eyes!! their eyes are brown and they also end up being quite tall, as kensei is 5'10 and a half (he insists on the half) while i am 5'10 myself. my favorite part about them is just how funny they are. they make kensei laugh so hard he turns red and has to excuse himself to go wipe away his tears 💀 he has never gotten through a parent-teacher conference without laughing at whatever prank they pulled on the class, and the only reason i bring him along to those meetings anymore is so i won't do the laughing myself. kensei can stand their energy more than me, and so they tend to gravitate towards him a little more than me.

mila, my precious, sweet baby girl, is really just all me with her father's hair color and eye shape. and attitude. kensei insists she gets that from me too but i disagree. she has kensei and her brothers wrapped around her finger and i find it quite amusing watching her play them for fools. and that she did get from me. she's her brother's broke best friend, as anytime they go anywhere all she has to do is ask in that sweet little baby voice of hers if she can go too and that's it. they're gone, and so is their allowance and paychecks when they get old enough to work. she's decided when she grows up, she wants to be a lawyer and when she told kensei, he thought about how expensive college would be and asked her why she couldn't be a dumbass like the twins 🤦‍♀️ mila's favorite place to be is between me and kensei, and even at twelve years old she hasn't grown out of that yet, which is perfectly fine with us!

the boys found julian in the backyard one day after kensei had kicked them out of the house so baby mila and i could get some much-needed sleep. he was a small little kitten and when kensei looked into those little dark eyes he was hooked. i'm his favorite and sometimes, he's my favorite too lmao he's not very bright sometimes and is a crazy thing, but the muguruma family is batshit insane so he fits right in.

kensei and i are as close as ever, even with four kids, a cat, and full time jobs for the both of us. we've been through a lot during our marriage, some times darker than others, but the love has never wavered once. we're thick as thieves and it's us against the world, always. we go on two dates a week, and one of our favorite spots is a drive-in movie theater and all we do is makeout in the bed of his truck lmao we haven't actually watched a movie in years. he's got my name tattooed in beautiful cursive on his right hand, but i couldn't tell you the last time he referred to me by my name rather than 'babe', 'babygirl', or 'beautiful'. i just call him ken 💀

[singulos]

Midnight Hunt

Truth had been hiding in the brush for about an hour now, focusing on the camp in front of him. By their armor and the flags adorning their cart, these men were Noxians, a warband probably sent to spread fear and chaos deep within the lands they planned to invade. The reason Truth was here now was he had taken a commission to hunt down the men responsible for attacking and killing a village southwest of the forest. The only survivor was a little girl, so traumatized by what she endured that she could only hold her stuffed animal close to her chest, blood staining it and her dress. He had counted eight men , three of which were blood mages. The soldiers would be the easy part. The mage, however, were troublesome and needed to be dealt with first and foremost. He waited here patiently, remaining still in the brush as he watched and waited for his chance. He studied the Noxians and their habits, how they moved and what weapons they had. He finally got a opening when one of the mages, drunk after celebrating their raid, walked over to the brush to relieve himself. None of the others even noticed as the mage was suddenly yanked to the ground, the other Noxian's cheers and laughter drowning out the thud. The mage couldn't even scream before Truth drove his hunting knife into the Mage's throat before delivering another stab to the Mage's heart. One down, two to go. The other mages came looking for their associate, jeering and taunting him in some language Truth didn't recognize. They had just came around the tree and saw the mage's body when Truth punched one in the throat to silence him as his knife found it's mark in the second one's face. The last mage was trying to cast a spell, but Truth grabbed him by the head and put him into a chokehold. The mage clawed and struggled as Truth tightened his hold before jerking the mage's head sharply to the side, snapping his neck. Truth waited until the soldiers were all passed out before he approached the nearest soldier first. Without a sound and with cold efficiency, he went from soldier to soldier, pressing his hand against their mouths as he ran his blade across their throat deep enough to silence them even as they bled out. Truth began to pant as he allowed himself to calm down after he killed the last one, sitting down on one of the rocks the Noxians were using moments before. He put a hand to his side to see how bad he was hurt and was relieved to only see a little blood. He sat there for a while as he rested, staring into the dying fire and surrounded by dead Noxians. He reminded himself that he did this to give the little girl closure, to let her know the men responsible were punished. The truth, however, was that some twisted part of him wanted this, to kill these men. They were simply surrogates, substitutes for the one who had killed his wife and daughter. The Forest was quiet now.

[spicyteenhood]

UNAPOLOGETIC ME.

I want my first post to be about me. Yes, I admit it: I’m a self-centered person, and honestly, that doesn’t bother me at all. It’s not that I don’t care about others. If you asked anyone who knows me, they’d probably say, “She’s so kind, generous, and genuinely cares about people and their problems.” I’ve been that way for most of my life. However, I recently realized that I’ve given so much to others, and now it’s time to prioritize myself—maybe even a little more than I have before.

But does it really hurt to share a story about someone else for my first post? Or does it?

All that was just the warm-up. Now, let’s dive into the real talk. I know a girl who always starts with, “Please don’t hate me for what I did,” every time she’s about to share something. This usually happens after holidays when everyone has a flood of stories from their time off, and it’s hard to keep track of who said what. The statement itself isn’t wrong, but the context in which she uses it often feels misplaced.

For instance, she’d say it when she had her first kiss, when she had a crush and finally confessed, or when she got into an argument with her dad, speaking her mind, which, by the way, was completely justified. Not once did she use this line when she received low marks in her classes. These moments make me realize that she often prioritizes how others perceive her over her own feelings—caring more about what people like me think, even when it has little to do with her own narrative.

A common issue I see among teenagers is our intense focus on how others will perceive us after we share something. Will they label us as rude, chaotic, troublesome, or worse? It’s okay to let people feel that way about you. It’s okay to be your true self as long as you’re happy and not breaking any laws. Life is too short for regrets—there’s no rewind button on teenagehood.

When I said “for most of my life,” I meant for the past 18 years and 11 months. I’ve learned a lot about what it means to be a teenager. I know the emotional rollercoasters, the chaos that often plays out in our minds, and the strong attitudes we sometimes wear as armor. We frequently deal with our struggles alone because, after all they say, “How can a 15-year-old be depressed?” I’ve lived through much of this and witnessed even more, and now I’m ready to share it all here.

[aishangotome]

Chapter 2-7 Wu Dan (伍丹)

Chapter 2-4

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We chose a Xiuyi Tower stronghold near Wu Fu's residence and dug a tunnel from the stronghold into the residence.

Xiuyi Tower Agent: Deputy Fu, the family members are here.

You: Ah Chan, make preparations for them.

Ah Chan nodded and led Wu Fu's rescued family to the backyard.

Fu Rong: Is everyone here?

Xiuyi Tower Agent: Several were killed by the Xiliang army. And... because of the siege, the food in the residence ran out, and Wu Fu's elderly parents... starved to death yesterday.

Fu Rong: ...Understood. Make preparations.

Ah Chan dressed the surviving family members as corpses. Secret agents disguised as corpse collectors pulled them out of Luoyang on carts and escorted them back to their hometown in Runan.

Young Woman: But, Madam and Young Miss Dan were taken by the Xiliang army... their whereabouts are still unknown... sob

Fu Rong: Don't cry. You absolutely cannot make a sound before we get out of the city.

You: Wait, come closer and speak.

You: Who in the Xiliang army took them?

Young Woman: They called him General Li...

...Li Cui.

Fu Rong: Everyone has been sent away. The clothes they changed out of have been burned.

You: Next, find out where Li Cui is tonight.

Alive or dead, we need to find them. At least get some answers.

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Li Cui is on night duty at the Northern Palace tonight. His official quarters are near Yong'an Palace.

The rain has stopped... when did it stop?

I haven't rested in a long time, I feel a bit... off.

The Han Palace after the rain, although still solemn and dignified, reveals a chilling and ominous aura.

Like a dying beast, breathing its last.

Voice of Xiliang Soldier: What are you howling about? Coward!

Voice of Xiliang Soldier: My ear… My ear!

Voice of Xiliang Soldier: That woman is really crazy! I just touched the little girl, and she went berserk, pouncing on me and biting!

-You poke a hole in the paper wall-

I can smell the blood in the room. Even the smell of meat and alcohol can't cover up that stench.

As expected, Li Cui is on duty tonight and has brought Wu Fu's wife and daughter with him.

Since Dong Zhuo seized power, the Xiliang army has run rampant, and the palace has been in chaos.

Xiliang Soldier B: I'm going to feed that woman to the dogs! No, I'll take her daughter first...

Xiliang Soldier A: Once Boss Dong gets rid of that disobedient thing, we can do whatever we want!

...Disobedient thing?

Xiliang Soldier B: Really? Are they really going to replace that person? Is that... possible?

Xiliang Soldier A: Like a woman, when they get older, they become disobedient. Boss Dong prefers the younger one...

Xiliang Soldier A: Hmph, so what if he's the Emperor? Nowadays, it's Imperial Chancellor Dong who has the final say. Replacing him is a piece of cake.

You: !!!

Dong Zhuo, wants to depose the Emperor?! Depose Liu Bian?

Xiliang Soldier A: Hehe, you keep crying with your ears covered for a while, I'll go to the back room to find that little girl...

Xiliang Soldier A: Ah... choo...

Xiliang Soldier A: Damn, how come I can't hold my liquor a little...

Xiliang Soldier A: Eh, why does my neck feel a little... strange...

You: Strange, isn't it? The corpse is speaking.

He collapsed to the ground. I withdrew the short knife from the back of his neck and left silently.

You: This must be the place...

???: sob... Mother...

You: Wu Dan? It's me. I'm here to save you.

Wu Dan: And mother... They have mother locked up in another room... Ugh...

Wu Dan was covered in wounds, leaving a trail of blood wherever she went.

That blood... This is troublesome.

-You walk up to a door-

You: Ma'am, are you in there?

No response. Is she unconscious?

I pushed open the door to the room where Madam Wu was held.

However...

You: !!!

A body suspended in mid-air...

Cold bloodstains...

A lifeless form swayed slightly in the breeze flowing in from outside the door.

You: ...

Wu Dan: Mother, are you alright?

You: She's... gone.

Wu Dan tightly covered her mouth, tears welling up, but she dared not cry out.

You: We have to go. I'll get you out of here.

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Chapter 2-9

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[packagecfgirlyevil]

Who is the most goodie-two-shoes out of all your muses? Who is the most troublesome out of all your muses?

god this is a difficult one to answer. none of my girls are really goodie-two-shoes, they all like a little bit of chaos and danger in some capacity. appearance wise, parker wyatt is the most 'well behaved', but she's just very good at playing her part and showing the world what they want to see of her. stella garcia would be the second option, but she lives for drama and likes to watch it unfold with a long island iced tea while going 'what? how could this have happened. who could have forseen this coming.' as if she didn't instigate it.

the most troublesome is always zelda monroe. she's also very good at pretending to be the innocent, well behaved angel but she's a dangerous conwoman in her soul and she will not be happy unless she is pulling strings and manipulating the world around her, usually to everyones unhappiness. even my actual murderers ( gemma & london ) are usually less chaotic than zelda can be. very, very close runner up however would be merrick wood but that's because she thrives on chaos and insanity and cryptids, and is troublesome in that her mother frequently sighs and bows her head and goes merrick why while merrick goes merrick yes, but that's a different kind of troublesome.

questions for multimuses.

[hellogatorbymoni]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 3 Teens Books.

[j4xotto]

At the sound of Annie's name, Jax whipped his head around, as though he expected to see his best friend - all five feet, two inches of her - standing in the middle of the wreckage with a mischevious look on her face. Not that he expected Annie to have trashed his kitchen, but it was common knowledge that wherever Annie went, trouble followed. He wasn't even always sure she meant for it to happen, she was just some kind of lovely, enigmatic chaos magnet.

"Perry and Lang are here?" he wrinkled his nose, wondering if he could muster up enough authority or carry himself with enough importance to turf them out. When Jax heard the names Perry and Lang, he always hoped to catch sight of June and Corey, and was often sorely disappointed when their troublesome siblings appeared instead. Jax was terribly fond of June, having spent hours on the track with her and by her side in press interviews, and often wondered how her parents had managed to get her so right and Harrison so wrong. He liked Corey enough too, always polite (although sometimes tempted into trouble by June) and spoken well of by Mia. Justin he liked much less.

Holding the stranger's hair back - Emma's hair - Jax stared forlornly at the mountain of broken china. Dante, in the meantime, flitted back and forth in his kitchen like he owned the place. And oddly, he did appear quite at home there. The cupboard doors opened to him, dustpans and brushes and cleaning utensils filing out in exactly the order he needed them, like he was Snow White commanding the use of his appliances with a song or a whistle. From the little Jax had learned about the other man, he figured he'd find his way in anyone's kitchen.

"Expensive? Uh-" he shrugged, aware how he must be coming across. Like some rich idiot unaware of the contents of his cupboards, more money than sense and with the tendency to make extravagant purchases he later couldn't account for. It wasn't entirely untrue. He had a vague feeling it might have been a housewarming present, but he could just have easily have handed his AMEX to his personal assistant and allowed her to fill his home with crap he never used.

"I'm not that attached." he admitted.

It occured to him that for the past minute or so, Dante hadn't really stopped talking. He wondered if it was some kind of nervous tic around the driver, or just an innate Dante-ism. He guessed he didn't really know Dante well enough to make an educated guess. How could it be, that he'd spent most days with this man, now found him in the middle of his home, and yet most of the things he knew about him had come directly from Annie? Jax supposed that was his fault too. He wasn't exactly forthcoming in their interactions.

Lifting his head at the sound of Dante's cry, his eyes widened as he took in the scene before him, the other man's eyebrows furrowed in pain.

"Dante!" he huffed, the words coming out more like a telling-off than a concerned exclamation. The intrinsic instinct to be cross at the other man, even though he was literally bleeding out.

Abandoning his post at the sink (the girl seemed to have stopped heaving now, anyway), Jax tiptoed over the jagged shards of broken kitchenware to Dante's side, trying his best to school his features into something like worry, rather than annoyance.

"What did you do?" he asked, hands fluttering in mid-air anxiously. He resisted the urge to simply seize Dante's bleeding finger, do something as stupid as try to stem the blood with his hands alone. He needed something - a first aid kit - but where the hell did he keep it?

"Come with me." he said, still fighting to keep the bite out of his tone. Gently, his hand circled around Dante's wrist, dragging him by his good hand down the hall and to the bathroom.

Pushing the door open, Jax held it open with his shoulder to let Dante follow. Jax didn't fail to note he was currently without use of either of his hands, so firmly were Jax's fingers still clamped around his wrist. Sucking in a breath as Dante moved past him - fruitless, Dante's chest brushed his regardless - he let the door swing closed behind them.

"Sit here and don't bleed on anything." he instructed, depositing Dante on the rim of the tub, relinquishing his hold on the man to rummage around under the bathroom counter.

Predictably, Jax looked less than enthused to find Dante in the middle of his kitchen, the plates a secondary concern as he questioned Dante’s presence first. Dante himself couldn’t quite bite back the disappointment he felt to have his worries confirmed; Jax was far more disturbed by the sight of his PT in his apartment than he was about the plates that had now been turned into jagged mosaics that were strewn across the floor.

“Annie,” Dante replied swiftly. He had no doubts that half the people here had been invited by Annie, and then they had decided to bring along a plus one (or two, or three), accounting for the masses of people in Jax's apartment. He only hoped it wouldn’t be quite so offensive to Jax to realise that it had been Annie who’d thought to include him. The man was keen on making it clear that he was no fan of the Brit, but Dante couldn’t quite remember ever seeing his client grow mad at Annabelle Baxter.

“As for your plates, you can thank Perry and Lang for that. Justin, not Corey,” he amended, having long since been able to separate the Lang brothers, not just in looks but the way they had a tendency to act. They were polar opposites. Before he’d come into the kitchen, he’d seen Corey behaving himself in the corner with the Bridger boy and could only wish Justin possessed half the decency the other young driver had.

He switched places with Jax, shuffling around behind the other man so he could step forward and take care of the girl who still looked a frightful shade of grey.

“She was a little too preoccupied to give me her name,” he grimaced, swapping concerned looks with Jax as the poor love gave another tired heave.

“Emma,” he heard her murmur pathetically as she pressed her forehead against the cool tiles next to the sink.

You’ve got this? he mouthed to Jackson before concentrating on the mess in front of him.

“Dustpan and broom?” he asked, not waiting for an answer before he opened a random cupboard to search for what he needed. He supposed his choice couldn’t exactly be described as ‘random’, given that he’d taken into account the layout of the kitchen and decided that if he were to keep his own cleaning products anywhere, it would be behind this door. And lo and behold! There was the dustpan he needed to safely sweep away the shards of the broken plates.

“How expensive were these?” he had to ask. As much time as Dante liked to spend in the kitchen back home, his crockery cupboard was lacking. If anything it was more a plastic cupboard, with brightly printed bowls and funky-patterned plates threatening to spill out of it given that he had the tendency to just shove them in at any angle instead of stacking them properly after washing up. There was a Bugs Bunny bowl he’d had since the nineties that was still his designated ‘cereal bowl’. He’d have been wholly devastated if Harrison and Justin had found a way to trash that for their sick idea of fun.

There was a tug of sympathy in his chest, directed at Jax. It couldn’t be pleasant, having his home invaded by a bunch of strangers. Especially since he knew the man valued his privacy. Dante’s only saving grace was that somehow the invitation had managed to avoid being extended to Asher Boyd, although he wouldn’t doubt that Annie herself had specifically set up a security guard outside to allow anyone in bar Jackson’s old performance trainer.

“I think you have word of mouth to blame for all of this,” Dante mused. “As far as I knew this was a quiet get-together, although I should have known better than to think I’d have been counted as part of your inner circ—oh!”

With a jolt, he flinched, a sharp prick of pain shooting up his finger. Stupidly, he’d allowed his hand to meet the sharp edge of one of the broken bits of porcelain and was now forced to watch in dismay as a thin trickle of blood made its way down his forefinger.

“Well, that’s a bit bollocks, isn’t it?” he declared, amiably enough.

[tothosewhoyearnforit]

surf's up pt.1 ?? - kazuha + minju  

-this was originally meant to be a birthday fic for Minju but I couldn’t sit down and complete it so I incorporated one of my dirty thoughts into this fic. I’m not sure if people would like this as much as my mind did. threesome, creampie, nothing way too crazy, maybe a bit of overstimulation. please do tell me if this is straight trash, i’ll consider not writing a second pt to this.

-length: 2145 words

-minju, kazuha x male reader

The beach. The perfect place for just about anything. Surfing, picnics, volleyball, swimming, going on dates. That’s what made it your favorite haunt. 

Just kidding.

You absolutely hated the beach. Especially sand. It’s coarse and it gets everywhere. The sun was a bane to your existence. The constant chaos of seagulls cawing, children screaming and the waves crashing just did not sit well in your mind at all. This was probably the first time since the pandemic that you’d come to any beach. You moved from your hometown to the city just a week ago and since your apartment was close to the beach, you figured why not got for a jog now that you were done unpacking everything into the new residence and get to know your environment a bit more.

Midway through your run, at a slightly more deserted area of the beach, you caught sight of two fine bodied female surfers. Both of them were dressed in one piece singlet swimsuits that accentuated their lovely figure. The one on the left was a tall slender bodied woman that had a body to die for. Her abs were well toned and her arm muscles were extremely defined. But what caught your eye the most was her legs, they were long, sleek and slender with thighs that you wanted to wear as a scarf. They led your eyes up to her cute perky ass that was asking to be spanked. The woman on the right was a bit bustier. The swimsuit accentuated this fact by hugging her chest tight and exposing her buttcheeks to the world. As you were admiring the sight before your eyes, the whole world suddenly started to fall as the two vixen faded away from you into the darkness.

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“Is he awake?” 

The warmest, gentlest voice brings you back to earth. Opening your eyes, you’re greeted by the same two damsels that you were admiring before ending up in what seemed like a small foresty area by the shoreline, laying on a sky blue beach mat with an ice packet to your head. 

“Are you okay? You look like you took quite a fall back there.” It was the taller girl. Her doe eyes fluttered as she spoke to you, melting your heart as well as the stinging pain in your head. 

What happened to me? Why am I here ? Why are you both so awfully perfect ? You had a million questions you wanted to ask. 

“He looks okay.” said the shorter, bustier girl. “Or at least that’s what his little friend is trying to tell us.” Pointing down at your crotch, turning all attention to the bulge starting to form. 

“Fufufu…guess it's time to get acquainted huh Minju.” says the taller girl, moving her hand down to your crotch and rubbing your cock through your pants. 

“Take it easy Kazuha, you don’t want this poor guy fainting again.” 

“Wha-” You’re cut off by Minju diving head first into a kiss. She smells absolutely divine, a mixture of ocean air and rose petals. Meanwhile, Kazuha is wiggling your troublesome clothes out of the way, and in a matter of seconds, you’re stark naked on the beach mat, visible to any fishing boat that may go by. The two girls gather at your cock and begin to shower it with their affection, arching their backs to show off their juicy hindparts. 

“Gosh, who knew we’d be getting railed by such a monstrous thing today huh Minju”, Kazuha says while kissing the base of your cock, the warm air from her nostrils gently breezing against your skin, sending tingles up your spine. Minju is unable to answer, working her magic on your balls, taking one in her mouth at a time and covering it in her saliva. She gets to work first while Kazuha backs off to begin a deep makeout session with you, while your hands survey her specimen of a figure, admiring how toned yet delicate her muscles had developed. Meanwhile Minju is absolutely going to town on your cock, not even needing time to acclimate to how big your length was. She would bob her head down in a rhythmic manner, going down twice while looking at you lustfully before staying there, allowing your dick to take 2 seconds of rest before slowly detaching her mouth. Minju was also extremely skilled with her tongue. It snaked around your cock as she worked her magic, moving over your sensitive points as it disappeared and reappeared from her mouth. Soon, she got off and let Kazuha have her way with your throbbing erection.

Kazuha leaves a deep kiss at the tip of your cock, before taking your length in her mouth. She, unlike Minju, starts off safe, taking in no more than a fifth of your cock, then a quarter, then a half, until your whole length disappears into her mouth hitting the back of her throat, her lips touching the base of your cock. Her mouth is warm and snug, you could leave your dick in there for eternity. Then, Kazuha moves her head up and down furiously, never letting more than a quarter of your dick out of her mouth. You throw your head back in pleasure, Kazuha’s mouth was perfect, it was like it was molded just for taking your dick in. Meanwhile, you begin tearing off the swimsuit that Minju was wearing, kneading her sizable tits and squeezing her juicy ass and smacking it while making out intensely with her, earning a few moans that escaped from Minju’s mouth. Sensing that you were about to cum, you stand up and grab onto the sides of Kazuha’s head and begin facefucking her. She maintains eye contact with you as you continuously thrust your length deep within her sinful abyss with eyes that begged you to abandon life and surrender to her. Soon, your cock could not take it anymore. 

“Fuck! Kazuha!”

You cum right into Kazuha’s mouth and she tries to take it all, but there’s just too much and it starts to overflow as you withdraw your length from her mouth. Minju instinctively knows what to do, licking the cum around her mouth, cleaning it up. Kazuha opens her mouth to show how much you’ve let loose within her, before swallowing it in one gulp and sticking her tongue out again to show you that she ingested it all. 

Consumed by lust, Kazuha pounces onto you, pinning you down onto the beach mat. Your lips crash against hers as you start to lose yourself in the hot and passionate kiss as your hands work to peel her annoying swimsuit away. Soon, her bare body was right on top of your own, both her legs on your sides, her textured abdominal muscles on top of your own, her breasts pressed against yours, her arms wrapped around your neck as beads of sweat start to collect on both your bodies and her dripping shaved pussy touching your ever hard cock, just waiting to be destroyed by the latter. Your hands work to squeeze and slap those juicy butt cheeks that you were admiring before. You position your cock with Kazuha’s pussy and press her down on it, slowly moving your entire length inside of her. Kazuha then lets out a loud moan once the whole thing is inside.

“Fuck! You’re so big, you’re gonna break my pussy…”

Minju, not wanting to be left out, climbs on top of you, sitting on your face, demanding to be eaten out. At this moment, you’d die to see what kind of sexual artwork the three of you were making. But that wasn’t to say your view beneath Minju’s lewd body wasn’t visually appetizing. From beneath you could admire Minju’s perfectly sized tits, swaying from left to right as she rided on your face as well as a close up of her picture perfect pussy whose scent you could not get enough of.

In the meantime, Kazuha was having the time of her life, bouncing up and down on your cock. Her pussy was really tight. Every hip movement she made brought so much pleasure to your mind that it was numbing. The only sounds you could hear at the beach were the moans of the two girls on top of you, the slapping of Kazuha’s bubble butt onto your pelvis and the crashing of the waves against the shore. 

“Shit! I’m about to cum!” Minju arches her back and squeals as a hot wave of her girl juice gushes out of her pussy, coating your face in her slick. She wasn’t the only one about to cum though. Moving Minju to the side, you sit up and reverse the positions you and Kazuha were in, pinning her arms above her head to restrict her movement. She squirms beneath you as you push her legs up to her chest, moving into the missionary position for even deeper thrusts. You nuzzle your neck into hers, devouring her sweat-filled scent as you fucked her senseless, her moans getting louder and more frequent as you upped the pace of your thrusts. 

“Fuck you’re gonna make me lose my mind…Fuck…FUCCCKKK!!!” Kazuha screams, her eyes rolling back to her head as she reaches her own high. Her pussy clenches even tighter around your cock and her back arches to acclimate to the pleasure, causing you to reach your own breaking point, releasing spurt after spurt of sticky white stuff into her swollen pussy. You pull your cock out, to see a small river of yours and Kazuha’s byproducts flow out of her filled pussy. Kazuha is absolutely spent, panting relentlessly as she mutters “so good…so warm…” over and over, showing how you absolutely broke the girl. 

“Hope you didn’t forget about me.” says Minju, as she places Kazuha to the side and pins you down.

“I want you to fucking pour whatever’s left inside me. Fill me up to the brim. Fuck me like the slut I am” she whispers into your ear. 

Her words are lewd and arousing, consuming you in yet another wave of lust. You hug onto Minju’s busty body tightly and without wasting another second, furiously fuck her like you were both animals in heat. If somebody were to walk by, you definitely wouldn’t pull out of her and would continue fucking her relentlessly. Minju’s eyes roll to the back of her head, her mind absolutely overwhelmed by pleasure. Her fingers dug deep into your shoulders, grabbing onto them for stability and to try and reassemble her lost sanity. Too consumed by passion to stop and get her to loosen up, you fuck her even harder and faster, her words resonating within your mind. Pour whatever’s left inside me. Fill me… like the slut I am. You lean into Minju and get a good whiff of her scent. She no longer smells like the ocean and roses. She now smells like sweat and sex. Freeing a hand from your deep embrace, you reach down and squeeze a buttcheek, slapping it. Then, you had an absolutely dirty idea. Using your middle finger, you feel around for her asshole and insert your finger inside. Minju, completely unexpecting of your lewd action, screams in overstimulation. Her hips buckle as she squirts a geyser of her cum for the second time. Her head drops onto your shoulder as you continue railing her limp body, wanting to fulfill her wishes. With one final push and a low growl, you release all you had into her slutty pussy. Wave after wave of your cum flows into her. Even after you pulled out you were still shooting some cum onto her midriff. 

“Shit that was amazing…Maybe I should take the “scenic” route more…” you say as you slump in between Minju and Kazuha’s sleeping bodies, of which you had done an absolute number to. 

HONKKKKKKKK

You are awakened from your slumber by the loud blow of a ship's horn, seemingly scolding you for doing such a sinful deed under the sky where anybody could see. Kazuha and Minju are up as well, getting changed and preparing to leave. 

“That was the best fuck we’ve both had ever in our lives. Here’s our numbers. We live not too far from here. When you want to have a bit of fun, call us and we’ll be right over.” Minju says with a tinge of lust in her voice, handing you a small sheet of paper with both their numbers and names. She leans in and whispers in your ear, “Maybe you can call only me and use me as your personal cumdump.” 

“Ya! Don’t leave me alone!” Kazuha exclaims in rebuttal, shoving the shorter girl gently. She tiptoes and pecks you on the lips before winking at you and leaving. 

You glance down at the paper. You were definitely enjoying moving into your new home.