#w my unconcious body i mean

[godheadgodsent]

uh uh mmmm falling asleep with a plug in in the hopes that she decides to come home and use me when she gets off work

and if not she still has a fun way to wake me up! by making me feel empty after hours of being full :)

[littyhoney]

If your comfortable with it could you write 42!miles and black widow!reader 'enemies to lover's ' type of thing but what if in another dimension they are older and have kids and those kids getting in dimension 42. They are twins and 15 but just them being confused couse "why were our parents so mean to each other when they were our age"

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Unexpected. (Part 1)

(part 1) (part 2)

Earth 42 Miles x Fem!Reader

(Enemies to lovers trope)

Summary: Can two vigilante ever work together? No,But the future proves otherwise.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, weapons, curse words, slight violence.

This is a request that are challenging for me to work on but you know what, we dont run from challenges. I want to make this into a long one part story but the pacing of this makes me divide it into 2 parts. Enjoy spiders! <3

The alarm goes off loudly at the jewelry store as the robber is smashing the glass case displaying the gold,diamonds and variety of gems. Each one shoving as many jewelry they can into the bag,not noticing a figure is stalking them from the dark. You slowly creep behind the slim one before hold him in a chokehold with your palm againts his mouth 2 fingers pressing lose both of his nosetril. The robber franticly try to pry your arms as he losing his concious and slump to the ground with a thud.

The other 2 robber turns around looking at the body of his unconcious raising their guns ready to shot at anything that moves, the two of them heard a few crunches of glass beside them and they blast one round of a magazine towards the sound. They stop,silent fill the room again before the figure came from behind the robber at the back hitting their skull with a baton and sweep his feet to the ground. The 3rd robber turn around firing towards the figure but the figure moves fast and agile as they jump locking their legs around the robber’s neck and pulling them down resulting to the robber smack his skull on to the floor that have glasses from the display.

You crouch standing up focusing back to the 2nd robber struggling to stand up, you take a sprint and swing your feet hitting the boot right across his face making him fall unconcious. You look down at the body not noticing the robber behind you slowly and shakingly lifting his fun to you and pull the trigger,one bulet escape the chamber, a flash of purple came from the ceiling claws piercing againts the back of the robber,ending his life.

You turn around to see non other than the Prowler, your rival. “I don’t need any help” you huff stepping over the body walking towards the button where it can alert the police incase of emergency (this is available in almost all jewelry store)

“Clearly you need help mami” The prowler pull his claw out of the body,coating it red at the tip “Your work is sloppy,it almost got you killed” he stands up, his purple mask follow your movement.

“Wow what a hero, I got saved by a clown in a neon mask” You said rolling your eyes,sarcasticly. “Unlike you,I always keep my job clean while yours is an amateur mess” You said mentioning how he always leave a bloody scenes everytime he ‘take care’ of criminals. You reach your hand under the cashier desk and pressing the button, making the alarm blare through the room.

The prowler look at you before looking down at your abdomen,annoyed by his gaze on you “It’s rude to stare dumbass” you snap towards him.

“You’re hurt” he simply says as he walk towards you. “W-what? No I didn’t-” you look down to see a red starting to seep out staining your outfit. The adrenaline starts to wear off as you now feeling the warm pain coming from the bullet wound, you put your palm over it hissing as the bullet doesn’t go all the way through “Shit..shit”. You are panicking in your head,you cant go home like this,what will your mother say? Or your siblings?

The Prowler have already on your side picling you up and over his shoulder,the police will come any minute,with your injuries you can only run so far with blood trailing behind you. “You’re coming with me” he said before running through the back and up the fire scape, using his claw to pull himself up.

“W-wait! Put me down you ass! I did not agree to this!” you hiss as your body jolt up and down by his movements as he jump from rooftop to rooftop. “You really don’t have any choice Mami,either the police follow your trail or you limp out of the store and got caught” He speak as he keeps running towards his lair. You hung your head over his shoulder,knowing he is right besides you cant go home to your mom with a bullet in your stomach.

Finally arrive at his lair the Prowler put you down on the rusty couch before goes around searching for needed equipments to pull the bullet out, this is not the first time he did this as he and uncle Aaron have been patching one another,but mostly Aaron patch him up. He turn on a light above you and take a stool to sit beside you ready himself, he reach to pull your top off.

“Woah hey what you doing!?” your face flush slightly seeing his hand reaching for your black top,pushing yourself away from him further to the couch. You hear him sigh annoyed by your action slightly “Your wound Idiota” oh. “right..right” you slump back on the couch before reaching your hand to the end of your top and pull it back up exposing your stomach,you exhaled looking at the wound.

Miles open up his mask,letting his braids fall over his shoulder so he can look properly at your wound,with a black plastic gloves on he put his palm againts your stomach using the other hand to hold the scalpel digging around your stomach carefully to reach the bullet. He is so careful and focus on your wound not noticing that you are watching him in awe.

The light from the ceiling shine from above highlight his cheekbone and jawline as he tilt his head in concentration. You have never saw someone so….beautiful but deadly, his brown eyes look like a pool of honey, kissable lips pursing brows frown slightly as he seem to find it dificult to reach the bullet. He seems to be same age as you are, a teen, but he looks much more mature…handsome even. You admit it to yourself,the braids really compliment his looks.

“Its rude to stare mami” he glance his eyes towards you before smirking slightly,finding it amusing to see you drooling over his face.

You snap shaking your head slightly “Don’t flatter yourself prick” before leaning your head back on the couch looking at the ceiling. You hear him chuckle lightly “just admit it mami,I won’t bite” you clench your hand fighting the urge to just punch him right then and there but the though vanished as you hiss out a pain bitting your hand.

He drop the blood covered bullet in a tray and start to take the needle to stitch you up, he reach behind him for some clean towel folding it and hand it out to you. “Here,just incase if its too much just bite on it”.

Right,unlike hospital they have something to numb the pain,here is just you pray for the pain to pass. You take the clothes and put it between your teeth,bracing your hand on the couch. You gave him a nod closing your eyes bracing for the pain.

Miles take this as a sign and start stitch you up,careful in every step not wanting to mess up the stitches. You squeeze your eyes tightly,body tense as you feel the pain. You bite hard againts the cloth clenching your palm againts the sofa.

“Almost there, just a few more” he says to you after he notice your body tensing at the pain,a slight guilt runs through him as he though maybe if he were quicker you would’nt be in so much pain. Somehow you find a slight comfort in his voice. You huff when he finally finish with the stiching, you turn your head to look at him finding out he is staring at you. His eyes are soft,but still held the hardness in them before he speaks to you surprisngly gentle “You okay mami?”

You gulp down a saliva resting your head back on the sofa nodding “Yeah..yeah just need a minute” You feel him stand up taking the tray “Rest up,you’re in no condition to go move” walking away to the table that have a sink to wash the blood away. You chuckle “What are you,my daddy?”

He continue to keep washing the blood away replying “I could be mami” he teases you back.

You scrunch your face “God,such a pervert little shit” you hear him chuckle.

Suddenly the place shook as a bright portal looking thing just appear at the ceiling, it caught both of you off guard but Miles quickly reach for his claw on top of the table before standing infront of you trying to protect you from whatever the hell is happening. “What the fuck is that!?” you standing up clutching your side help your arms up from the blinding light. “Shit I don’t know!” Miles ready he claw as he saw two figure drop from the portal thing before it dissapear.

The two figure groans as the bottom one push the one that falls on top of it off with a “get off!” before it stands up looking around confuse as to how they got there “The hell are we?”

Miles waste no time but to run and leap towards the figure slaming it to the concrete with his claw raise while the other is holding down the person’s throat. “Who and what the fuck do you want” Miles hiss the words through his teeth as he glare towards the figure.

The other figure screamed out “Wait stop! We don’t want anything man get off of him!” the figure try to reason with a very pissed off Prowler,well trying it’s best. You on the other hand reach for the wall to turn on all the lights In the room when you finally feel the switch you flip it and the whole room lights up showing the two mystery figure while the two strangers see clearly who are they encountering.

 The one that is pinned down by Miles face changes from anger into a shock mouth open slightly as he take a very close look at the Prowler,he blinks “D-dad?”

The one that tries to reason with Miles then turn his head to you,a same reaction happens as he blinks as he yelled out “Ma!?”

 You look at the two figures,before the word sinks in to you at what did they just called you “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?”

To be continued...

(This is my first time writing this trope it's kinda weird im sorry. But chapter 4 for Right Person,Wrong Time will be out soon stay tune for future updates spiders <;3)

[insvisiblestrings]

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[princeanxious]

"Through the Bars of My Cage"(name is still a WIP bc I cannot decide on one for the life of me) aka my first post for Remus-Centric Magic au

[text from the pic above:]

-Magic AU where Remus can see all magic, can even see past glamours and spell affects. Because his own magic is wild and wont be let itself tamed, he's placed in a home for magic users struggling to harness their magic, for the safety of themselves and the general public.

-His magic can manifest in the form of tentacles, especially when excited/overwhelmed

-signs as an easy means to speak when words are too much, and has specific signals for his tics, specifically a 'scream/shout' tic that happens when hes very stressed

-Roman made him a wooden Octopus fidget toy. It's his Favorite toy.

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Under the cut is the rest of my ramble for this au:

I was going over a few different ideas bc I didn't know where to go with it but

The whole thing is that remus's magic is very chaotic but he suffers from a magical phenomenon that causes ones magic to have difficulty being harness-able the way one uses magic to cast spells, ect. But can still physically manifest and requires an outlet for pent-up magic to release itself to be healthy. So, Remus, like his Brother, has powerful magic within him, but because he specifically suffers from this, it leaves his magic untamed, and often pent up, making his body an erratic and dangerous conduit

But, like i said, there are ways he can work around the phenomenon, it just requires alot more effort on re's end to use his magic

But one of the scenes i was thinking of was of showing off how his magic manifests unconciously, aka through sight.

He has no control over ot, but he can see right through things like Glamours and /know/ that he's seeing through a glamour(bc people dont often walk around with chromatic-like glitter glued to their whole face, usually, yknow?) and see when things are enchanted or when a spell has affected something, or when a curse looms

So, said scene involves a very Glamoured Janus coming to visit him for whatever reason, theyve never met before, but he has a glamour to cover half his face.

Maybe hes a visitor to the home/center that Remus stays in, come to keep people company who have very little, like Remus, ect. And Remus sees right through it

But he knows well enough not to bother saying anything bc this man is very nice and very funny and doesnt treat him rudely

And maybe he lets it slip quietly that the green scales that cover half the mans face are fucking gorgeous, and grins when the man flushes and double checks his glamour, only to get a wink in return from Remus that he's good. "Glamours cant hide much from my eyes, but dont worry, I think theyre[jan's scales] pretty fucking awesome if you ask me"

And maaaaybe Janus keeps coming back for him, to meet him and talk about his progress, because Remus's magic is very fickle and very mean and most of the center-staff just dont know how to deal w/ him and often just resign to letting his magic fester.(not good, but i never said he was in a particularly /good/ place)

(Since his magic is often left to fester, it develops itself on itsown, and thus manifests the tentacles mimicking his favorite toy)

Roman visits him as often as he can?? But he's also having to work to support himself and his brother obvi

But thats kinda all ive got thats actually solidified

One of the thoughts i had was that janus could be a prince

And maybe he'd have his advisor Logan with him during these meetings, and they realize that, one: wow this kid(Remus is like. 17. Roman is also such but Roman's got a secured place to stay) is powerful in a very unique way, and two: this kid and his brother are in a very bad living situation. Like. This isnt fair to eother of them. Remus is v obviously the patient thwt gets neglected the Most bc hes been deemed 'unfixable' but Janus and Logan, and especially Roman, see right through that lie. So they offer to transfer Remus to the castle instead, where Logan can work 1v1 with Remus to actually harness his magic. He will probably never be able to fully control it, like most magic users can, but thats bc Remus's magic is rare enough that its powerful enough to nearly be its own self. His magic does what it wants, thank you. It simply just doednt have hold of the trigger. Remus does. So the best hes really gonna get is learning to work with his magic and go with the flow they make together, rather than forcing either side to take control. As soon as Remus grasps that method of practice, he makes a fuckton of progress in just. Unleashing all that pent up magic.

"My magic wants to manifest like 18 tentacles!"

"Well, could you?"

"Mmm dunno? Most I've ever gotten to was 6 before.. Well, before I was told to put them back, anyway!"

"..I see. Well. Go on, then. Let's shoot for.. 10?"

"Wait, seriously?"

"Obviously. Necktie.

If you can, and you can deduce that it, 1: wont cause harm, 2: wont break valuables, and 3: will bug you more if you don't do it and thus feel worse when you hold it in, then I do not see a problem with opening the metaphorical 'floodgates'. You and your brother share the magic core of creativity. Your core is starved. Let it out, let it play, and in turn, you will begin to thrive and feel more okay."

Manifesting 8 purple rubber ducks! Toads appearing on stools, castle paintings occasionally swirling to life, puppies that can sing, 4-6-10-15 tentacles! Manifested! all! the time! Gils for swimming in the lake! A streak of hair grown white, flipping from walking upright to on the ceiling! It's.. Really chaotic, but mostly just temporary. He's put in a more secluded part of the castle to start off, bc they really cant tell his cores intent yet, but it seems to match Remus quite well the moment hes given the greenlight to match it.

It's just. Enthusiastic curiosity! It's random and fleeing and while it took an hour or two to really gain momentem, by the end of the sixth hour, Remus all but crashes tiredly into his brothers waiting arms, and the rest of them all watch as most of the chaos melts away, back to the way itd been, as if practically untouched by magic as he drifts to sleep from sheer exhaustion.

He doesn't really reach morbid and creepy for a bit while theyre still young but by the time he does, he has built enough balance with his core that that shit doesnt manifest on reflex

Aaaand that's about all ive got so far???

[americano-jowajowa]

✒ [ 2:56 ] Highly SUGGESTIVE || Lee Felix — wc: 1123

✒ w: Food play

Sweets, it was always sweets. Not a single meal in a day did you ever skip dessert, and it is all your pretty freckled-aussie boyfriend's fault. Thanks to him, you have developed a sweet tooth. He is always baking those amazing brownies, those delicious chocolate chip cookies, and he never fails to spoil you with them. You two often played in the kitchen, you being his sweet little gorgeous sous chef helping him with everything, the both of you joking around and having the best time in your lives. However, playing can also mean a whole nother thing, it all gets a little too naughty in the kitchen and it starts when one of you plays with the ingredients. Today, you and Felix decided to make some cream-filled donuts, it was his idea after last night's activities. You dont know how it got into his head during such an intimate session. He talked about that certain word, something that goes like "a pie filled with cream". He genuinely wondered if that really does exist because if it did, he planned to make one. Though the thing is, it doesnt exist, so going for the cream-filled donuts was his second option. If he was talking about you representing the pie and him being the pipe bag full of whipped cream, well, he has done that countless of times already, but we're talking about the legitimate dessert here. What were you thinking, reader?? Tsk.. Whatever it is, you're correct.

Now Felix was just in the kitchen, already doing the recipe for the extra bread. You, however, are fresh out of the shower and what's the thing you should always wear in the kitchen? Precisely, An apron. So you wore just that. Nothing else... You felt a little naughty today, wanting to tease him a bit through your entire baking session and to get him riled up faster, this was your headstart. You walked over to the island table where he was, a cheeky grin on your face as you resisted the excitement of seeing his reaction. He was whipping the cream, trying to get it into a certain consistency but it was still quite runny. To surprise him, you took his hand which was holding the whisk in yours, lifting it up so that you could lick the cream off. It looked like it was taking him a second to process everything, but actually he was instantly captivated at how sensually you licked that sweet substance off. Cream just slightly running on your tongue. His heart raced, you looked so pretty doing it, so cute that he almost wants to devour you. It took him a long moment until he snapped from his dirty thoughts when you giggled at him.

"You need my help?" You smiled at him, hugging his waist in your semi-naked form while looking up to him like a mischevious child. He blinked twice then realized your current state and what you're up to. He grinned to himself, the naughtiness inside him finally surfacing. "I could use some help from..down below." He gave you that funny flirty expression, wrapping his arms around you so his palms rested on your butt. He squished it, like his own personal stress ball. You know what he wants, but if you give it to him right now then where's the fun? You backed away from him and grabbed the bowl and whisk so you can take care of the whip cream. He definitely did not miss your teasing grin, especially not your tiny giggle. He let you stand a few feet away from him with the bowl in hand, a smirk lacing his features when he checked you up and down in satisfaction. As usual, Beautiful when you're naked. You're probably more delicious than any dessert, that's for sure.

He unconciously licked his lips, then noticed the spilled cream on his finger tips which gave him an idea. Walking towards you, he postioned himself against your back to kinda give you a hug with one arm. He rested his chin on your shoulder and watch your hands do their work on the food. "Hiyaaa babyyy~ Watcha doin' Babyyy~~??" He childishly says in one of those pitchy voice of his. It made you smile, it always does because your boyfriend is an adorable dork. "Whipping cream." You casually reply. Felix then lifted his sugar coated fingers up and dragged them across your neck, the coldness of it making you flinch away a little but Felix pulled you back onto him and he planted his lips on that spot. He sucked on the sweetness on your skin, being so sweer yet erotic about it both of you couldnt help but moan. He pulled your body against his, making him grind his crotch against your butt in such a manner. He even dipped his fingers into the bowl in front of you to pick up some more. Then as you began whimpering uderneath his touch, he just slathered the cream across your chest where the apron didnt cover.

Knowing Felix, he surely left that there so he can have an excuse to suck your breasts later. "My little sweet cheeks, you look so delicious right now. Wearing this cute apron without anything else." He said that near your ear in his deep voice, still sucking on the skin on your neck. His fingers still have those cream residue, and what better way to clean that up than let you suck it off him. He placed his fiingers against your lips, still grinding his crotch onto you. Without hesitation you slipped him into your mouth, sucking and licking on his fingers, just the way he absolutely loves it. Now everything was going so fast, moans and groans exchanged between the both of you. The kitchen was getting hot, it kinda feels like the temperature went up a bit and that's weird since it is the rain season. It's supposed to be cold... Now, before you two could dive in deeper into your session, it surely began to feel really hot... It even began to smoke. "Felix??" You called out to him, only to squeak when he did a particulary hard thrust with his clothed hips. "..Y-Yeah?" He was struggling to reply. "Did you start cooking some donuts??" Lets say all the blood drained from his face and he quickly rushed to save his first batch of donuts. Curses slipped from his mouth as he completely forgot how he started those before you even came it. Meanwhile, you laughed at your mess of a boyfriend, observing his frantic state as he rush to tend on those donuts. Your session may have been interrupted, but let me tell you, once he fixes his mess, he'd go straight back to you and forget about baking...

[nana-phobia]

A Stereotypical Love Story

Genre: Crack, Angst, Fluff, Suggestive, Slow Burn

Pairings: Rindou Haitani x FEM! Reader

TW: Reader is a Menace to society, strong language, a lot of sexual jokes.

A/N: THIS IS FICTIONAL! I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE ILLEGAL ACTS IN THIS FIC. MDNI!!

Chapter 7 [Masterlist] Chapter 8 - PLAYLIST

Beep...Beep...Beep...

That's all you could hear along with loud muffled voices before you could open your eyes, fluttering your eyes open; you were greeted by people you didn't know who wore green uniforms.

"She's waking up, We can slowly remove the tubes now!" A nurse yelled, Two of them helped each other out to remove the tubes that were in your mouth.

As soon as they successfully took out the tube, A person with a white coat walked over to you and flashed a light on your eye that made you squint in pain.

"W-where am I?..." You asked, The doctor smiled at you.

"You're in XYZ Medical Center...what do you remember last before you fell unconcious?" You stared at him before looking around the room, you saw a familiar face that sat on the side of the room. He was looking at you with a soft gaze.

"I-I...I remember my body hurting, I heard a loud crash and then It went black..." You explained, The doctor nodded and walked over to the man on the side of the room and talked to him. your Vision was hazy so you can't really see what he looked like but you felt that he was familiar to you.

"What time is it?" You asked, one of the nurses checked their watch.

"It's 7:32 PM, March 23, 2016" Your eyes widened as your bolted up, you winced in pain as your body still ached, the nurses tried to lay you down but you pushed them away.

"March 23?! It's been a month!? I need to go hom--" you were about to get out of bed when the familiar man bolted towards you and held you in place, then it hit you...It was Hanma.

Your tears started pouring out of your eyes as you reached for him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Hanma!...I fucking missed you...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry!!" You whimpered, Hanma could only chuckle and hugged you back as he stroked your hair.

"Can we please have a moment to ourselves?" Hanma politely asked the doctors, they all just nodded before leaving. As soon as they left, you looked at Hanma with a smug face.

"What?" He asked, you pouted and wiggled your brows at him.

"Don't what me! you're not Hanma! If you were him, he would've tossed the doctors out and not politely tell them to leave!" You yelled, Hanma yelled and ruffled your hair.

"People change, sweetheart..." He smiled, you stared at him and that's when you noticed his sad smile. His eyes were surrounded with dark circles and his eyes were swollen, he also grew thin. Hanma noticed your worried look, grabbed a chair he sat in front of you, and sighed.

"I know you just woke up but you deserve to know--"

"that Kisaki is dead?... I remembered..." You spoke, Hanma bit his lip as he looked down at his feet. You gently patted his head before laying back down on your bed.

"I remembered you said sorry and I now remember standing in the middle of the road..." You added, The room suddenly grew quiet. Hanma continued to bite his lips as he started to feel anxious.

Were you mad at him? Will you even accept his apology? Do you blame him?

Although he knows that you aren't like that, he just can't help it. It was mainly his fault for not protecting Tetta...

"Hanma, Can I stay with you after I got out?..." Hanma looked at you and he just looked back in confusion.

"I thought you lived with the Haitani Brothers now?..." He asked, you then avoided his gaze and started fiddling with your fingers.

"I don't wanna burden them and I'm sure I lost my job since I didn't work for a month...I need a new job and you're the only person I know that can help me" Hanma raised a brow.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I've been studying Computer programming recently and I've been practicing by using Library computer--"

"Library Computers!? Y/N! are you insane!?!? what if you were put to jail!"

"But I didn't! anyways, As I was saying...I tried once and I...hacked into Shibuya's Police Station and happened to saw criminal files, I'll be able to make large sums of money if I sell information and The Haitani Brothers would never let me so please...help me" You begged, Hanma looked away.

"Y/N...I'm not letting you be a criminal! You hated doing that! Just find a d-"

"Please Hanma! I'm broke now! and you're the only one I can rely on...I don't wanna burden them anymore, I know they did so much and It's an asshole move to just leave them and I even faked my name for them! I'll thank them once I have the money and I'll return as my true self just please..." Hanma turned to look at you and you stared at him with those big doe eyes, Hanma gripped his hair and let out a frustrating yell.

"FINE!... I'm only doing this cause you took advantage of me..."

"Oh, Don't be a drama king~"

"You should be thankful that the brothers thought you're already dead..." Your eyes widened as you stared at Hanma with furrowed brows.

"They were here a few minutes ago before I arrived, they left early since you flatlined and Rindou was too broken to even see you get covered so Ran took him home..." Hanma explained You felt your heartache.

You loved the brothers unconditionally but Rindou was always the one who left an impression on you, with his small forehead kisses, the way he held your hands, and the way he would style your hair while you were silently reading a book that was written by Shakespeare.

"Y/N...Are you okay? want me to call a Doctor?" Hanma snapped you back to reality, licking your--you shook your head. It was better this way...for now...

Taglist (OPEN): @rozcdust @hana-patata @bontens-whore @madness-kitten @tirzamisu @pretty-pop-princess-hs @soushswag @q-the-rockaholic

[funtarou]

Wishes || Kuroo x Reader

The Second Part of "Plans" || Kuroo x Reader" fic

Second part is here and I hope it's decent or maybe satisfying enough. Like wise, I'm rusty and still trying to regain my writing zone. Also I haven't throughly slowly proof-read this so-- Also also ya know, like wise, how I depict Kuroo has no guarantee that it's the actual Canon Kuroo, ya know. But I'm tryna get a bit close-

Story Warning: Angst, Comfort/hurt?, Human emotions are weird okay. There's one Sexual action but not described specifically. Still just incase, 13 year old below minors do not interact.

Writing Warning: Bad English grammar and possible spelling mistakes and wrong use of words. English is not my first language and I'm still tryna get back in writing groove.

Read part 1 here

Kuroo Tetsurou never expect such a dirty play from life. He though all of the dark side in life for him has already ran out the moment his mom stormed out of their house when he was a kid. He though it was already enough the moment he heard his own older sister said she doesn't want anything to do with him. He though it was satisfying enough for life to see him bid farewell to his friends back at his old neightbourhood. Maybe he's still naive to think that he won't be affected by any games life would play him after the things he need to went through in his early childhood. Even after it already forced him to think more maturely in a young age, and developed a sort of social anxiety in those younger days, there just seems to be more and more things life had planned for him.

But after witnessing a near-death experience, Your near death experience, he wish life would let him off the Hook. Because it was just too much.

It has been 96 hours since you were hit by the bastard with the car who drives away the next second. And despite already being treated, you still haven't wake up. The doctor said you'll be fine despite the injuries, but might experience headaches when waking up. But on the matter of when, it was still uncertain. For now it's best to let you rest, let your brain process the shock from the hit.

96 hours, and Kuroo still stays by your side. Only leaving on occasion to get some supplies he needs to stay at your hospital room. He hasn't attend his classes for the past four days yet, but has someone he's on good-terms with (and has the same classes as him) to give him notes and stuff that was taught at those classes. Kenma occasionally stopped by to give him food and check up on your condition too. A few of your friends and family also came for the same reason for the past four days.

Even though his heart ache and yearns for you to open your eyes, to know for sure that you'll be okay, he always tries to maintained a cold head. Despite the lingering fear that stays at the back of his head and the image of your frail body being hit and thrown to the side of the road, he put up a strong front. to himself and to the people around him. He has been focusing on his studies despite not present in classes, still maintaining a proper diet and sleep schedule. Acting normal, and trying to think everything is fine now that he knew you're treated and is going to be okay. He cant just go in deep depresso espresso mode now while you're unconcious. Because he knew you'd be upset if you wake up and found out he hasn't been taking care of himself. Another thing he always keep in mind is, that he cant let this bump in life ruined his plans. Not to mention he's nearing graduation if he Ace his essays and IP. He can get a job soon, a well-paid one if he works hard enough. Soon enough he can buy you the things you always dream of getting ever since highschool. He can already imagined the beaming in your eyes when he give it to you, one day.

Yeah. This is just a bump in life. Everyone Will eventually experience it at Times. Nothing is perfect, but that doesn't mean he cant stop trying to reach his future plans with you.

As Kuroo was typing on his laptop, sitting beside your bed with one hand on top of your hand, he sensed a sudden movement. His eyes quickly shot up from the device to your laying figure. He stays quiet for a few seconds, that is before he can feel the sudden broken movements of your fingers in his once again. He stand up, putting the laptop aside before putting another hand on your hand that had moved. Eyes slightly wide in anticipation for your own to open.

"... (Y/n)?"

He whispered, not wanting to startle you. The movement on your hand in his owns slowly became stronger, until it managed to lightly close in to a half fist and open again. Your eyelids trembles lightly, making an effort to open. But when it does, your orbs slowly land on him. He cant help himself, as he feels his vision getting blurry with the unintentional tears gathering up.

"Hey love... How are you feeling...?"

He softly and slowly questions, letting you process your conditions as he notices your eyes roaming around as if trying to understand where you are. And then he sees your eyes roaming at his figure, at your conjoined hands. And for some reason, the way your eyes looked at him, the way it moved as if analyzing him and the way your hand slightly shifted in his soft grip, gave him a bad feeling under the relief.

And it seems like Kuroo's gut feeling has always been spot on. For the words you weakly utter next Made his heart drop.

"... W-Who... Who are you...?"

And he wish you were pranking him at that moment.

2 years since the incident.

The day when you woke up, Kuroo called the doctors to check up on you. After going through some tests, the doctor concluded that the impact and shock from the accident Made you lost a big part of your memories. Your family was called the same day to received the information.

Ever since that day, Kuroo has been trying to rush your memories back. He's taking it slow, not wanting to pressure you and the recovery of your memories. He's been really supportive and optimis on making you remember your family, your friends, your life style, hobbies, and him. Gladly you still remember and can manage most of the things you learned at your major, and you returned back to campus a few days after you woke up. Now you've successfully graduated with an average but good scores. Yet due to not remembering your passion, you're not quiet sure what career you want to take, up until now. You've only been doing part-time jobs and online shops. Everything still feels unfamiliar to your head, yet strangely familiar in your chest.

After getting out of the hospital, You agreed on still staying with Kuroo at your shared apartment. Kuroo also persuaded your family that it might make you remember faster on your latest life style. And in a way, he has a point. Most of the stuffs you supposely enjoy and most of the things you use in your routines is in the apartment. The things back at your family house are the old things you didn't use and left when you moved out for college. In the end you spend those two years living in the same roof with him, someone who people told you is your lover of some years now.

For the past 2 years also, Kuroo tried giving you your space. He restrict himself from kissing you everytime he sees you. He tries to hold back on smushing you againts his chest. He lets you choose where you wanted to sleep, either it be the guest room or your shared bedroom. If you're not comfortable with him hugging you, like how you two used to do everyday, he'll make a distance from your side of the bed or sleep on another place. Through those Times, be tries to done the deeds on his own, not with anyone else, without you knowing too. It's been hard for him to locked up all of his swelling feelings and affections for you, yet he doesn't want to overwhelmed you. Not until you remember him, or maybe, developed the same compassion feelings for him as your new self.

But it seems like you've caughed on his hidden desperation for you. And if there's a side of you that stays, it's your need to return the favor he has been giving you. Afterall, he's the most supportive person you've met ever since you woke up. The one who let you stay at the apartment despite not remembering him, the one that pays for all your need with his new found job, the one that's with you through the twisted road for you to remember the people you love and cherished. And so that night, you confronted him.

"Please let me help, Kuroo."

Despite the sting in his heart when hearing you call him with his last name, he cant hold himself back. Afterall, saying no to you feels so heavy for him to do.

You felt familiar under his touch, under his warmth. And whatever he did to your body, you always response accordingly. He knew every parts of your body, every beauty and insecurities. He knew what to do, because before the incident it's not like you two were playing holy-boy holy-girl in your relationship.

There's this momenterally serotonin he felt when being connected with you once again. Seeing your raw emotions of pleasure and your body doing the talking. It feels like everything was back like how it was. Everything was normal, back when you would know every part of him as much as he does, back when you utter the words of love as much as he does. But, he described the feeling as "momenterally" for a reason.

You two spend the night, cuddled againts each other, or could also be said him pulling you close out of habbit. But after experiencing one of the world's pleasure with you again, he really just need to be slapped with a sour something.

"Kuroo... I don't think I could keep pretending..."

Because deep in your heart, Kuroo Tetsurou is still a stranger in your foggy head. To your old self, your old memories, he would be the man of your dreams, the man you wish would spend forever with you. But now everything is different. You tried to find that passion within you for him, it's not like it's that hard because he was an attractive man. Despite all that, you come to realized it feels wrong. You knew, you've been knowing of how he loves you with all his beings and existence, while you only stays and manifested your love for him through a facade and a form of "Pity" for his desperate heart. It fills your chest with aching guilt, feeling as if you're using him at his more vulnurable mental and emotional state.

One could say you utter your next words on panic and quite irrantional thinking. Yet it felt right at the back of your head, to let him break free from the past. To let yourself break free. Because your little heart cant keep this game much longer.

Yet, He wish you would for a little longer.

4 years passed by.

The whispering noises of the audiences are audible through the whole building. Some excited whispers, some casual talks. They're all waiting for you, not to mention the spiky haired JVA member.

His head hang low, looking down at the ground. Hands remains restless, patting his neat suit here and there and occasionally being put in his pant's socket. Beside him was Kenma, putting a hand behind his back and soothing his best friend.

Minutes passed by, and finally the slow music started playing, silently announcing to the people in the building of your soon arrival. The flower girl appeared from the door first, your nephew dressed In beautiful frilly white dress with flowers decorating. Her Tiny hands throwing the pastel mix colored petals as she skipped her way down the aisle. Some of your relatives coo'ed at her cute attics while throwing the flowers. And then when your form is visible In the room, all eyes are on you. Dolled up beautifully in your long white wedding attire, a thin veil lightly covering your face. You walked down the aisle, a family member holding one of your arm, accompanying you to your soon to be husband.

If someone were to ask what Kuroo Tetsurou though Angels looked like, he would describe this scene in front of him.

The scene was beautiful and breath-taking to Kuroo's eyes. Even Kenma can hear his tall friend's breath hitching for a second when his eyes land on you. Your face moved up, eyes locking at Kuroo's cat like ones as if on instinct. You two starred for a few seconds, before a small smile softly tugged at the edge of your glossed lips. But after that smile, you turned your head and tore your gaze away from his.

A drop of tear unconciously traveled down his face. Followed by another from his other eye, and then followed by a few more soon after. He's silently crying, holding on a sob as his hands formed in a fist shakingly. Kenma of cource notices this, as he glanced to his tall friend beside him. But he was unsure of what to do himself that can comfort his best friend, and so he continued rubbing (hopefully) comforting circles behind the taller male's back.

Afterall, Kenma doesn't think he's in a much better emotional state than Kuroo at this moment either. Where Kuroo cried on his realization of fully loosing you to another, Kenma hold tears of his mix emotions. Kenma's happy for you and your soon to be husband, but he cant help but sympathize with Kuroo. Afterall he's the only guy that has seen and hear you two go through all the hard and happy Times. It's always you three since grade school. Even though you and Kuroo formed a romantic relationship Along the way, you two never left Kenma behind and Kenma never stop supporting you two. And at this moment, Kenma is unsure how to feel with the whole ordeal. He wanted his best friend back together like before, but he doesn't want to force you in to it, not when you forgot all those happy and sad Times you three experienced together.

And as you reached the end of the aisle, a hand awaited to take yours in. A hand that was not Kuroo's, but someone whom he atleast knew at one point in life. Osamu Miya. The man you met and developed deep feelings for, after you left him back in Tokyo.

Kuroo thinks you're being subconciously quiet mercifull for him. If you were to marry someone you and him knew for years, it would be more painful for him to try and mask his sadness with a smiling face in false supportive-ness. And as he sat there in silent tears, he watch and listens to you ex-changing vows with the Kansai man you've chosen to plan your new future with.

He wish it was him again. He wish he has that privilages to be a part of your future again.

Afterall he already planned everything beforehand.

As Osamu slipped the gold ring through your delicate finger, Kuroo's mind went back to a few days a go. Where he had found a neatly wrapped letter in his mailbox. He wished he didn't come when you had sent him a wedding invitation. But years of not seeing you nor ex-changing much conversation through text, could add to the factor on how desperate he is to remain in contact with you. Even after years, He's not used to being so far away like this yet.

His cat like eyes bore on to the piece of decorated paper.

How he wish it was his name written there beside yours.

5 years has passed by since the wedding.

After the ceremony Kuroo only greeted a few familiar faces and then silently leave with Kenma. For some reason Kuroo doesn't have it in him to face you, nor say his congratulations for you. He doesn't feel like tugging a smile for you at all that day. He hoped you didn't dechiper his emotionless face as something bad.

Now he's sitting in quietly, looking at the stars above him. Behind him can be seen a wooden cabin he had rent for a small nature trip, by himself. He thinks maybe he needs it, to atleast distract himself from the though of you. Honestly the first thing that dragged him to nature and disconnect with technology, is when he sees a picture being posted by Osamu Miya and shared by Atsumu on his social account. A picture of you and your 3 year old daughter with Osamu, smiling happily as it seems the three of you are eating at Onigiri Miya.

But for some reason, having his time within the fresh air of the mountains and therapeutic noises of the forest surrounding him, only Made his thoughs Drifts further on you. He though that your love is truly for him. He though that maybe he does deserve "forever". Maybe he shouldn't expect so much back then. There was never been a perfect love story from the beginning and he should've seen it coming. Even if all the odds around him seems to lead him on thinking "yes you two are meant together", maybe it's just another one of life's trial. He kept thinking like that through the 5 years.

Crouching down, Kuroo grabbed a small gasoline can that was placed beside his leg. He walked further to the wild, the backyard of the cabin, nearing a cliff where in the morning the breath-taking view of the waterfall and field can be seen. From his inside jacket pocket, he pulled out a paper file. When opening the file, it can be seen there are several papers within it and one quiet thick handmake-shift book.

He took a seat on the dirt, not minding some dust getting on his already dirty pants from the previous hike he had. One by one, his eyes wander off through the pieces of paper in the file, reading his small writings on it before dropping it to the ground in front of him. Until all the paper has been read lightly and dropped on the ground, he moved to the book. He only ever took the moment to fully and slowly read the words on the first date of the book. The date where he finally mustered the courage to confess his long-time feelings for you, and the date where he found out you also felt the same. Felt.

He schemed through the rest of the page, rather carelessly. Because he knew if he ever took the time to read each and every single plans he had for you and him, he would spend the rest of the night in tears. Heck maybe he couldn't even sleep seeing how many he wrote in the past.

Finally he reached the last page with his writings on it. His saving plans to buy you a ring. His written plan of how he was going to pull one of the best proposal action, only for you. Seems like all of that is for nothing now.

Kuroo closed the book, dropping it down with the other papers on the dirty ground. Standing up, he stretched his limbs lightly before moving to grab and open the gasoline can. Pouring all over the papers and book, not leaving any surfaces untouched, until all the papers are nicely soaked. After he emptied the gasoline can, he pulled a box of matches out from his pant's pocket.

He lights one up and throw it at the pile of papers. It went out before it could touch the wet surface, which Made Kuroo clicked his tongue in annoyence. He lights up another one, but this one went out in his hand when a sudden gush of wind hit his face. He groans in silent frustration.

'Now nature wants to hold me back?'

Was his first though.

He tries one more time. Lighting up a match, but this time dragging it down and guiding it to touch the surface of the papers. This time it finally lights up the flames on the paper. He sight contently, standing back up to see how the fire slowly covered and burns every pieces of papers and the book. Soon enough, the small fire turned in to a camp fire with the amount of fuels given to it.

The mountain around this place is quiet, especially at this time of the night. The only thing prominently audiable to the spiky haired male at the moment are the sound of the fire eating the papers.

And just like that his future plans are all ruined by the flames. The flames in front of him right now, and the flames of lingering love he still has for you. Just this week he figured he should destroy the pieces of papers that still Remind him of the old Times with you, so that he could move forward. He's in his late twenties already, he needs to get over with things and start looking up for his own future. No matter how lonely it seems like without you by his side.

He wish in another life, he could have the privilages to plan a future with you once again.

And maybe if that time does happen, he wish that everything wasn't just mere plans and wishes.

If he were to be given another chance, in another time or another universe,

He'll make sure to make every wish and plans he had in this life, a reality.

A solid reality of you and him.

But for this life, it seems like it was never meant to be.

- End

A/N: I hope I delivered well. Maybe- Actually I wish I could deliver my ideas better

Like wise, cover edit by me but the image belongs to the Haikyuu manga

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NSFW ALPHABET: ABE HARUAKI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Requires lots of aftercare but also wants to take care of you. Very clingly, like, will latch onto you and cuddle you for the rest of the night clingy. You should probably give him some reassurance or comfort, he seems like the type to stress about whether or not he was any good to you once the fun is over.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hmmm... Totally the sappy kinda guy who tells you he loves all of your body and thinks it's beautiful and 100% means every praise he sings you about it. He loves everything about you from your soft hair to the tips of your toes.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

God. Just imagining him sprawled out on any surface with an exhausted yet dopey look in his eyes, covered in his own cum (and/or yours of course!) after a few rounds of sex really makes me feel satisfied. Really can't explain this one

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secretly a bit of a masochist but also scared of being hurt so he never asks even if he really wants to.

Also secretly owns a couple erotic novels he used as "research" when you first brought up wanting a sexual relationship. Since you are his first, he would want to see how he's supposed to act in that scenenrio so he could please you properly. (But damn was he shocked when you wanted to be the dominant one. That wasn't in his books.) Haruaki learns the importance of communication that day.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Dudes a canon virgin y'all. This also excites me.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Secretly loves it when he's on his back so he can see your face as you ride him or peg him. He just thinks you're the prettiest person he's evermet and loves watching you even as you tease or toy with him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's a sappy guy. Would probably look at you like a puppy who sees someone they really love. Besides that he's have that dopey look like he's never been happier than he is in that moment, smiling up at you.

Once you've had sex a couple times he might start opening up more, cracking jokes and asking shy requests from you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yup. Makes sure he's nice and clean especially

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He really tries hard to be romantic but he has 0 experience in this area and often fumbles his way through it by trying to be sweet and make you feel good. Very bad at saying romantic things and would probably give up after a bit before he dies from embarassment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Tbh I actually think he'd barely masturbate if he did at all. This is partly because I actually have an asexual headcanon for him and partly cause in canon he seems really put off by sexual things if not being outright afraid of them.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Contrary to some of the fandom headcanons, I don't really imagine the sailor uniform thing as a kink. It just seems like a typical fixation or something that gets played up for laughs to a strange degree. But maybe thats my ADHD dumbass brain projecting my ADHD onto a fave. (Off topic but him knowing everything about sailor uniforms, from design to creation, being able to make them himself, getting happy any time he sees one, ect. Are headcanons I have because his weird fixation with them reminds me of my fixation on rocks, mushrooms, and jewelry.)

HOWEVER

Praise kink. Body worship. He'd love to be pet gently while you tell him how pretty he is. How you love his soft hair or his long legs or slender form as you lightly trail you fingertips down his body or card fingers through his hair. And he would do the same for you too.

Might at least try pegging, and then realizes he actually likes it when you hold him down and pound his ass.

Would be too embarrassed and a bit scared to bring this up but actually likes the idea being treated roughly. If you could pull at his hair and bite him even a little bit he'd practically melt in your hands.

Might try bondage if it's light. Soft hand cuffs or silk ropes are the way to go.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home. Anywhere is fine as long as its at home

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The fastest way is probably being physical with him or just stripping for him. He gets embarassed and tries to hide but you know he's aroused, you can feel it when you sit on his lap.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He'd probably not be okay with having more than one partner. You might frighten him if he starts feeling like you guys are ganging up on him.

Public/semi-public sex is a no go. Especially since he is a teacher, he wouldn't risk his job on the off chance you both get caught.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think he actually might no be very into oral at first. But will give or recieve though you may have to hear some complaint about it being kind of unsanitary or something. He's also kinda bad a giving oral but what did you expect? He's a virgin.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Personally prefers the slow and sensual kinda sex but you set the pace regardless so ultimately it's up to you. He won't be turned into a stuttering mess right away if you guys take it slow.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Alright with it as long as it stays private. You'll be the only one asking for these but try to get him in the morning before he leaves for work so you can corner him against a counter. Its best when his back is turned so you can grab his hair and lick along his throat, nipping here and there. He'd shiver in your arms as you trail a hand down to undo his pants

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As long as it isn't a risk to him (would probably be too scared to try knifeplay) or job (no public/semi-public sex) you could probably talk him into it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hmmm... Depends I guess. I feel like he might only be active for a round or maybe 2 before he starts slowing down. You could still pound the guy into the mattress but he'll have those half lidded doe eyes cloudy with exhaustion. He'd wrap his arms around you loosely as if you'll help ground him to the waking world and try to hold you closer to him.

At that point you should definitely ask a few times before you start another round to make sure he's okay and reassure him that it's alright to stop now. Strikes me as someone who could easily fall into a place where he'd hide his desire to stop just so you can use him for your own fun since it makes you happy. That could be kinda bad for his mental health.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You'd be the one with all the toys tbh. But you can sure as hell use them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's not much of a tease but if he's feeling playful, he might play up the innocent look of his. He really is a pretty innocent guy actually, but he knows you love that sweet look he's got to him and he will use it on you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So damn loud. This guy would moan and beg loudly, scream your name and plead for mercy, for relief as you all but eat him alive. Might even cry and whine and beg. Oh, but he tries to be quiet so he doesn't risk disturbing anyone. He'd purse his lips and turn away from you while you play with his body in an attempt to stay quiet but he always gives in quickly. It's easy to turn this guy into a whimpering, begging mess no matter how many times you do this.

You'll know when he's tired because he will be unable to make much noise besides low pants and gasps. Probably best to wrap things up at that point before ya fuck him unconcious.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I have a few actually.

-Has a hard time saying no to you. He's a bit cowardly and overthinks and he would be afraid to lose a first relationship. This is potentially hazardous to his mental health because he might say "yes" to something he doesn't want for fear of losing you. Consent is important though so even if it's difficult at first, keep checking to make sure he's alright.

-I actually headcanon him as a sex indifferent asexual. He can 100% live with sex or without it. Doesn't matter to him, though he's terrified of trying it for the first time.

-The first time you tried to get him in bed, you pinned him to a wall and he was terrified because he thought you were trying to shake him down or harass him. (Well, the latter part was true but not the way he expected.) And then you kissed him and he straight up broke, wrapped himself in blankets and hid under the futon for the rest of the day. Disappointing? Sure, but damn was it cute.

-I'm actually caught up on how he would take to dirty talk tbh since a lot of it I've seen or heard involves some form or another of calling your partner a slut or whatever. Seems to be popular. On one hand if he's secretly a masochist, he might be into it. But on the other, he also seems like he might take anything you say to him to heart and beat himself up over it and would ultimately not like it. Also probably would not be comfortable if he did the dirty talking and assuming he manages to make it through the night without apologizing to you for everything he says, then you'll hear it when you finish.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Mandragora patterned briefs. You cannot change my mind on this one.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very, so he's pretty chill about it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on how much you exhausted him but it usually doesn't take that long.

Bonus:

Some more cute Haruaki.

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Buzzfeed unsolved X Sanders sides

Virgil (nonbinary) is the sceptic that is a little too easily convinced

Logan is the real sceptic, easily figures out what makes the creepy sounds (trans man)

Patton (trans man) is a terrified believer that is just trying to keep it all together

Roman (genderfluid) is the enthusiastic believer who drags everyone on ghost hunts

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"Roman please, you're going to figuratively pull my arm out of it's socket if you tug any harder," Logan sighed at his enthusiastic friend who was holding very tightly to his hand. Roman, blue 'he/him' pronoun bracelet clearly display, was pulling him to the porch of the presumably haunted house, closely followed by Virgil with their camera and a very nervous Patton.

"You really don't need to clarify, we know I couldn't actually pull your arm out of its socket," Roman rolled his eyes, but eased his grip on Logan's hand, slowing his pace so they could walk side by side.

Virgil aimed a kick at Roman's feet. "So what are we actually doing here? Is it ghosts or demons this time?"

"Both, actually," Roman turned back to swipe at Virgil's head. "There are at least three ghosts, and a demon in the attic."

Patton squeaked. "Uh, hey, um, you didn't say anything about a demon, Ro..."

"Roman, I wish you would stop saying things like they are irrefutable facts. There has been no definitive proof that ghosts or demons exist." Logan rolled his eyes, but Roman was undeterred.

The group had been allowed one night in the supposedly haunted house, and Virgil had been commissioned to film the events that could take place. They were secretly grateful that they didn't have to be in the actual video footage at all if they didn't want to be, but outwardly complained that they would get tired of holding the camera, that this house was stupid anyway, they didn't even believe in this crap.

Roman hesitated at the door, and Virgil smirked. "What, getting scared?" They pointed the camera at their friend. "Big Bad Roman is scared of the front fucking door."

That was enough to get Roman to swing open the door and stroll on in like he was merely popping in to a coffee shop. Logan followed, unbothered. Patton clung to Virgil, and the pair entered together.

The bag Roman slung on the table made a loud thud, and when opened he produced an EMF reader, divining sticks, a ouija board and a few other things that he laid out neatly on the table. Logan raised an eyebrow.

"I'll admit, you do seem to be passionate about this, no matter how idiotic this quest may be." Logan picked up the EMF reader and scrutinised it. "I'm not sure if I can call your methods scientific, however. You do understand this entire night is going to yield results only supported by pseudoscience?"

Patton took the EMF reader from Logan's grasp. "Now now, be nice Lo-Lo, this is something Roman is excited about and we should be supportive. And, if we're- lucky? Or unlucky, I'm kinda hoping we don't find anything- we might hear or see something that is definitive proof of ghosts!" Patton smiled encouragingly at Roman, who grinned back.

Virgil was fiddling around with the camera. "Hey, who did I give the batteries to? This one is empty."

"But-" Roman stared, frozen. "That was a new battery, wasn't it?" He took out a new battery from the front pocket of the bag and handed it over. Virgil shrugged, and simply swapped the batteries over, unwilling to admit that it was indeed a new battery, and that they'd double-checked it just before they arrived at the house.

"W-well, we'd better get started, right?" Patton's voice was higher than normal and he'd detached himself from Virgil only to reattach himself to Logan, finding comfort in the unceasing scepticism.

Roman handed out torches to both Patton and Logan. "Indeed, let us at last embark on a quest to uncover the secrets this house holds, let us walk among the dead and speak to those belonging to days gone by!" He grabbed Virgil and started dragging them upstairs. "Come, my friends, adventure awaits!"

The enthusiasm held by Roman was the driving force for the rest of the group as they followed him all the way up to the attic. Patton gave a nervous laugh as Roman placed the ouija board down and gestured for them all to sit on the floor. "Are we sure about this, Ro? I mean aren't ouija boards supposed to be really... scary?"

Virgil smirked from under their fringe. "That's the point, Pat- they communicate with those beyond the grave." They wiggled the fingers of the hand that wasn't holding the camera at Patton and laughed lowly, darkly. "You never know, maybe the demon will possess one of us."

"Please cease from scaring him, Virgil, my arm is starting to hurt from where he is holding it," Logan glared at Virgil, and Patton guiltily let go, opting to sit next to Roman.

"You'll save me, right Ro?"

Roman put his arm around the slightly smaller man. "Indeed I will. Never fear, my dear friend, for it will take more than a mere demon to frighten me!"

Eventually, all four of them were situated round the board- Virgil was exempt from being involved as they were filming the scene, but the others all had two fingers on the plancette that was placed in the middle of the board.

"...do we introduce ourselves? It would be polite, right?"

"Patton, there is nothing to be polite to- demons do not exist."

"Oh hush, Specs-tre... you get it? Like spectre? Like a ghost?"

Virgil sighed, exasperated. "Can we get on with this, please? My arms are starting to hurt."

They decided on spelling out their names, with only minor mistakes, and waiting to see if there was any kind of response. Roman and Patton were eagerly leaning over the board, while Virgil and Logan exchanged glances.

Very slowly, the planchette began to move. Roman scowled at Logan. "If this is you trying to trick us, I don't appreciate it."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "I am not trying to trick you, I am merely sitting here like you two."

Roman turned his gaze to Virgil, who scowled back. "How can I have anything to do with it, dumbass? I'm not even touching the board."

The planchette had moved from the middle of the board where they had put it after spelling their names to the 'G', and was moving to what seemed to be the 'O'.

Inhaling shakily, Patton looked at the camera. "V, I think it might be saying 'go away'."

Virgil quickly wiped the look of worry off their face- they were supposed to be a sceptic, after all- and nodded. "Yes Patton, the demon is antisocial and wants us all to fuck off." They spun the camera around as if looking for a demon. "Understandable, have a nice day."

"Virgil, will you please deign to keep the camera on the board, I fear Roman is going to start yelling any minute otherwise." Logan's even voice brought all attention back to the board, where the planchette was just moving off the 'A'.

Roman looked like he was about to burst. He let out a breath he'd been holding. "Everyone shut up, this is the most evidence we've ever got!"

"This isn't exactly evidence. The planchette moving is due to what's called the 'ideomotor effect', simply meaning your body talks to itself. It's an example of involuntary, unconcious physical movement." Logan was now the focus of attention. "Patton has planted the idea that the so-called 'demon' is trying to spell 'go away', so it is likely the planchette will react to your unconcious movements to spell out those words."

Sulkily, Roman sat back, leaning on both his hands. "C'mon teach, you can't just... take the magic out of this like that."

Logan looked surprised. "I... I'm sorry Roman, I just thought it would be interesting to know the actual science behind the board, especially since we're filming it." He looked sincerely apologetic. "I apologise for taking the metaphorical 'magic' out of this activity."

Roman sighed, but smiled slightly. "Don't worry about it." He fiddled with the pronoun bracelet, and switched it to a green 'they\them' bracelet. "You know, I don't believe the ghosts are biting tonight. I suggest we leave and perhaps try again another day."

Patton nodded enthusiastically. "Yes please, can we please leave, I keep feeling like we should leave, let's leave-" He scooped up the ouija board, only pausing to move the planchette quickly to 'goodbye', and stuffed it in Roman's bag.

The procession downstairs was slightly less upbeat than the procession upstairs had been, but Roman was determined to not make Logan feel bad. "Besides," they said, arm slung around Logan. "I doubt demons would be very respectful of pronouns." Virgil stifled a laugh.

"Yeah, nobody wants to talk with disrespectful demons." The group reached the door and they turned to look at the house once last time. "Fuck off demon, we don't need your transphobia!"

Patton panicked for a second and clapped his hand over Virgil's mouth. "Virgil! It'll hear you!"

Roman laughed heartily. "Don't worry, Pat, I agree with Casper the Unfriendly Ghost here. Who cares if the transphobic demon hears, I refuse to bother myself with the opinions of demon who can't even talk back to us."

Walking back to the car, Logan was nudged gently by Roman. "Hey, teach, you can't say there's absolutely no way the planchette was moved by a demon or a ghost, can you?"

About to retort that yes, he could say that, Logan looked at Roman's face, their eyes showing just a little bit of hope. "...no, I can't say for certain that the planchette wasn't moved by a supernatural force."

Perhaps it was foolish, but seeing Roman's face light up was worth it.

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i love the sanders sides and i love buzzfeed unsolved so here ya go, have this brain child, hope you enjoy- you're welcome to ask for more!

[heliosthegriffin]

The Tarasque

On the night before the finals of the Vytal Festival, we find Jaune Arc. He leaned over the railing of the roof where he trained with Pyrrha, they hadn’t trained tonight, she needed to be in top shape for tomorrow.

Jaune didn’t though, and Jaune had come up to think dressed in his baby blue onesie. Smoking a cigarette in hand and breathing out the smoke into the clear night sky.

Taking a long drag of his cigarette, letting the warm smoke fill his longs, holding it till it lost it’s warmth and expelled it. He spoke out into the night sky, “I’m really going to miss this place again, aren’t I?” There was no one to hear him question.

In his unoccupied hand was his scroll, a message ready to be sent to a group chat. Jaune looked at the scroll his expression mixed, his finger hovering over the send button. One press would be what it takes to summon his friends, they’d deserve an explanation at the very least before he left. He still hesitated before pressing the button, then he signed. “It’s never going to be any easier, is it?” Silence was his answer.

Several minutes passed before Pyrrha showed up, her normal, fake, smile still up, something was bothering the girl. He knew what Orville the poor child to due, and it only added to the list of grievance he had with the man.

“Jaune? Why are you calling everybody?” Pyrrha asked, her face full of worry. 

Her mind obviously wondering he could no longer take the guilt anymore, he’d nip that in the bud now.

“I’ll tell you when the rest get here. It’s more than what you think it is.”

The tone of his voice got her attention, but she nodded.

She had yet to notice the cigarette in his hand.

The rest came in the pair of Ren and Nora, and then the Team RWBY who came out in a dogpile on the roof. He snickered, he would indeed miss their antics.

The seven of them formed a semi-circle around him seeming to wonder what Jaune had to say. Jaune said nothing for a long second, taking one last long drag of the cigarette before exhaling.

That got Weiss’s attention, “Since when did you start such a repugnant habit, Arc?“ She asked with disgust.

Nora before Jaune could answer, “Oh, oh, oh, can you blow smoke rings Jauney, and hey wait, when you start smoking? I never smelled any  on you before?”

That got a small murmur going through the group of teens, bring a smile to his face.

Yang broke the silence, “So, what’s up VB? Come to have us look at you model your onesie?” She said with a snicker.

A sad looking smile came to Jaune’s face, he let the bud drop to the roof where he ground it under his slippers.

“I’m leaving Beacon, tonight.”

Any words that were about to come out froze in the seven teens mouths, not one had been expecting him to say that.

A series of ‘Whats?!” ‘Why’ ‘Are you for real?’ and so on and so forth, it all blended together to white noise.

It hurt him see his friends look so pained and shocked, but he needed to do what he needed to do. They were weights.

He clapped his hands, infusing his hands and arms to strength them, and then further empowered the shockwave as it left the hands causing a explosion of noise.

They all jumped up in shock, but Ren’s eyes narrowed at him, clearly noticing the aura trick he did.

He smiled softly at him, then at all of them. “I just want to say, thank you, thank you all, you’ve made the last hellish nine months in this place actually pleasant.”

Blakes eyes narrowed at his choice of words.

“I have had more fun here in my time with you seven, than I have had in the last couple centuries.”

NPR and RWBY’s eyes shot open, and before their eyes Jaune disappeared.

“I suppose you’re all curious what that means, but, I don’t have time to explain it all to you, I’m on a schedule you see, and you’re better off not knowing too. You seven have too bright future together, to change the world, to be dragged down into a shadowy conflict. Focus on your life and goals, not the mysterys in the dark. It’s been a pleasure, Ruby, Weiss, Yang, Blake, Pyrrha, Nora, and Ren.”

Crocea Mors in hand, Jaune grabbed it by the sheath and handle pulling it with speed that not even the eyes of hunters in training could follow hitting Ruby in the back of the head before her aura went up.

Ruby hit the floor with a nary a sound, looking for the world like she just fainted.

Weiss and Yang stood to either side of Ruby, with Blake at the end of the semi circle next to Yang. Ren stood to Weiss’s side, Nora to Ren’s side, and Pyrrha at the other end of the circle.

Crocea Mors sheath didn’t stop moving after Ruby went down, Jaune turned the strike so the flat of the blade hit Weiss’s temple, eyes went wide and then rolled up into her skull, her aura failing to come up at speed to block the strike.

In all under a second Jaune had incapacitated Ruby and Weiss, in the next ten second the other fives fell to the ground knocked out, not a scratch on the boy, and in the next second Jaune let his expression fall, and suddenly Jaune didn’t look so young and weak anymore, his face going from soft to sharp looking, still young but closer to his mid-twenties than his late teens, but his eye’s held a weight and age to them that could not be measured. It was like looking at the difference between a puppy and a alpha beowolf.

Jaune looked tiredly at his former friends, and took out his scroll and hit another message to each of his former friends, a video personalized for each one, on how to improve their fighting style, semblance, and training, along with a personalized apology.

Then Jaune hit a app on his scroll, then any trace of Jaune Arc ever existing on paper was deleted, being replaced by John Ark who tragically died in a bullhead flight tonight.

The scroll was then broken like cheap plastic and tossed away. Jaune brought up a burner scroll, and called. “I’m ready, are the pieces in place?”

Ozpin’s voice could be heard on the other end. “Yes. Are you in position?”

“No, but I will be within five minutes, tell them to be ready sooner, if all goes as planned the infiltrators will be captured and brought to the vault in less than a half hour, if not, be ready to send them in to capture or kill them.”

“Roger, message sent, I will be waiting below.”

In a blur of speed the onesie was gone revealing briefly too things, a body that was covered in scars of all kinds, burns, pock marks, slashes, bruises, acid burns, a catalogue of wounds that if saw on a normal man would cause a doctor to question how they were alive.

The second was on Jaune’s back, a large Tattoo, one of a fearsome monster that stared off of Jaunes back.

In another Blur of speed Jaune was dressed in dark blues, and blacks, Crocea Mors at his side.

“Tonight the Tarasque hunts again.”

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Jaune stood outside of the dark hall way following the aura signature to a visiting students dorm, he could feel the Fall Maiden’s power inside. He was right on the money that it was the transfer student. She was far too old to be playing pretend... Or not old enough.

He sensed the Ace Ops patrols the outside and roof, Goodwitch down the hall, The Branwan skin-changed and waiting outside the window.

Jaune focused on the aura signatures in the room, four, all sleeping.

He took out a key and opened the door, and slipped in.

They never even noticed him stalking up to the fall maiden, and grabbing her by the throat, to her credit her eyes shot open immediately, but Jaune took the handle of Crocea Mors to her head.

Her aura blocked it, but she was clearly dazed, and could barely choke out a “H-help.” In a blur of speed and force he brought the handle to her temple again and again till her aura broke and her eyes rolled up, a dark bruise forming with a blood dripping down the side of her head.

He felt the movement behind him, and the attempt of an illusion to cloud his mind. He feigned falling for it, and let her sneak up with the blades. Just as the girl swung he backhanded her in the throat, she wasn’t expecting it and her aura wasn’t up, so she went out like light.

That’s two.

The half-legs and the woman-girl stirred. He took Crocea Mor’s to their heads, a trickle of blood all the proof he needed.

He went over to the window and opened it, letting the Branwen in.

He pointed at the half-legs and woman-girl, “Grab em’“

The Branwan knew better to argue with him.

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The elevator opened with a ding, showing Jaune and Qrow with two unconcious bodies over their shoulders.

“Is that the culprit?” Ozpin asked with a thin frown.

Jaune nodded.

“Good, put her in the machine.” “No, Orville. I got a better way to do this.” Jaune said.

Ozpin raised a eyebrow, and Qrow looked intrigued. “What’s that Jaune?”

“This,” Jaune said raising his hand, it briefly lighting up the room before dimming revealing a pearlesque white hand.

Ozpin took step back in fear and surprise. “You completed it?!”

Qrow looked nonplussed, and raised his eyebrows. “What exactly is this ‘it’?” He asked with air quote.

“The highest form of aura manipulation I’ve achieve,” He shot a look at Ozpin. “When you have centuries of time on your hands, you either get good at what you do, or make plans for the future... I know what I’ve chosen.”

Ozpin let out a huff. “Well one of us has to make sure the world doesn’t explode.”

“Whatever,” Jaune said with a smirk, and then plunged his pearly white hand into Cinder’s chest.

Cinder awoke with a blood-chilling scream, her hands going to her chest, but then her body started thrashing like she was having a seizure.

“Yeah, I imagine having your soul invaded and having a piece ripped out isn’t very fun is it, yeah, well guess what?” Jaune said to a terrified Cinder. “Turn about is fair play, Amber was a good friend of mine, and you’re gonna pay.”

- Several bloody hours later. -

Ozpin looked mildly disturbed, while Qrow vomited in the corner.

“Dust, dust that was horrifying.” “Yeah, but I got the Maiden powers.”

“Are you going to do the same to Amber?”

Jaune nodded darkly. “Yes, but I’ll be much gentler with her.” “That does inspire much confidence.” “Well, excuse me if soul surgery isn’t exactly a very well explored field!” Jaune said to Qrow, then shot a look at Ozpin. “It would be much farther along if somebody gave me those prisoners, instead of sending me to kill super-heavy class grimm.”

“I find the survival of frontier villages and cities a more pressing matter.” Jaune shrugs. “Fair.” He then walks over to Amber’s stasis pod, a glowing orange ball in Jaune’s pearly hand.

It open and Jaune rams the orb into her, Amber’s eyes jumping open in pain.

It takes several screaming hour before Jaune is done.

“Well, she might be fine now.” “Might be?” “Very poorly explored field.”

Qrow looks over to the three accomplices, who woke during the soul surgeries, now looking very terrified.

“What about them?” “What about them? Their your problem now, as far as I’m concerned the only thing that’s my problem now is Amber, you two chucklefuck deal with the brats.”

Ozpin looked at the two children and Neo, “Soooo, anybody want some coffee.”

Edit: Forgot the Author’s note that would explain somethings, I kinda lost passion towards the end.

AN: This an AU where around a thousand years ago Ozma decided to do a mass aura awakening to see if it would bare fruit. Jaune seemed like he didn’t have semblance after couple years of training. But, come 80 years later, Ozma hears rumors of a lmmortal blonde... Jaune’s semblance is eternal youth.

[fumikomiyasaki]

Okay one last, ☀️,🍭 and 💚 for any remaining ships

Komes coughing got worse the last days, which is why Yaeko, her friends and also Tiam and some of Komes other friends started a search to find a flower of legend. A possible cure to Komes disease. After Tiam tried many things on Kome they might have finally found a way to find a cure that actually works. And so people spread in a way to find it.

At a lone lake in the woods, Yaeko finally found the right spot.

A mint green flower with a certain shimmer to it.

She brought it back to the school to bring to the Infirmary.

Beatrice looked at what the students where doing curiously.

As Tiam tried to brew his medicine she reached him some herbs.

"This should work as well, trust me, without it the flower would be incomplete."

Tiam looked curiously and then nodded.

Yaeko was nervous, Akio tried to calm her worry and assured her.

Kome still layed unconcious. at least she didn't cough anymore but her body was weak.

Soon Tiam had it done and poured the medicine into her mouth.

Kome finally woke up and looked curiously around.

As that Yaeko hugged her fast.

"You are back.... you are finally back."

"I... what happened... my throat is fine... my body feels energized."

Tiam looked smiling at her.

"Y-You still should rest, but you really should thank Yaeko instead of us.... she searched so hard each day for the thing that would cure you.

kome blushed heavily.

"You did."

Yaeko smiled at her.

"I would do anything to get you back. I love you and... we all wouldn't be able to live without you..."

"I love you too.... thank you so much Yae-chan... You are the most precious thing to me."

The other students left smiling to leave them alone.

The next days Kome recovered and Yaeko visited her each day.

"Hey Yae-chan."

"What is it?"

"What would you say if I asked you to stay with me forever....you know as... my wife?"

"W-What..."

"I mean only if you want, after we get out of school of course, n-not know... but in the future."

"YES."

Kome nearly fainted again but more of excitement, than her sickness.

"I do wonder why you are asking now."

"I couldn't earlier, because I didn't know I was gonna survive this."

"Right... I forgot..."

She kept that promise and years later they married. Kome finally removed her bandages and became much taller than before and Yaeko stayed at her side to support her no matter what happened.

And Kome spoiled her wife quite a bunch each day...

Still they lived happy and finally had nothing to worry about.

[tsukikoayanosuke]

T-W: Our Precious Deleted Scenes - TwstOBer Specials (Day 13)

Date Published: 13 October, 9:00 AM UTC / 4:00 PM WIB Words Count: 1542 Warning(s): Canon-Typical Violence, mentions of blood TwstOBer Prompt: Day 13 - Key KEYBLADE!

The mirror chamber was ruined. Unconcious bodies scattered everywhere with only a few who were still awake. Ace could make out the third years were still awake or at least struggling to stay awake. He remembered Riddle was knocked out unconscious, Azul had his side cut open, Kalim and Vil were bleeding heavily trying to protect their vice prefects, and Idia was wailing from his broken brother.

Ace was struggling to stay awake. He was leaning against a crushed pillar, right hand holding his magical pen while the other was clutching his bleeding upper arm. His eyes focusing on the lone figure at the center of the room and his friend who was in his clutches. His pirate outfit was ripped and ruined as if he was undead captain, reddish-brown hair was longer connected into his overblot ink like tentacles, ink dripping from his right eye that only has one single red dot there, and his dirty cutlass in his hand.

"Captain..." Ace pleaded, breathing heavily. "Let... Him go..."

The figure, the overblot victim, Captain Jonah fucking Argentum (yes, the same Jonah), tilted his head to the side, lips curled into a menacing grin. "Oh?" He glanced to the side. One of his tentacle-hair was currently clutching around a familiar blunette. "You want him?"

Deuce was gasping for air, trying to rip the ink that was crushing his neck. He looked at Ace with teary eyes. Ace felt like he wanted to cry. "Captain, please! This is not you!"

"Like, hell you actually know me." The smile on his face dropped. "What the fuck are you thinking of stopping me from getting my treasure?!"

He curled his hand into a fist, tightening the grip around Deuce's neck, causing him to cry out. Ace became more panicked. What was he supposed to do? He could hurt both of him. His leader was his enemy now. Who was he supposed to follow?!

Suddenly a beam of dark-magic shot down from the sky. Jonah screamed as he threw Deuce aside. Ace was already on his feet to catch his unconscious friend.

A black feather fell in his line of vision as a figure landed between him and the overblotted captain. "Eh? Why are you here?" Jonah whined like a child.

The headmaster just stared at him, almost disappointingly ."Isn't it obvious?"

"Aw, man. But this isn't my bedtime yet. Can I stay up a little bit longer?"

"No, Mister Argentum. You better stop this madness."

"Yeah, right. Or what? You're gonna stop me? After all those times not being there?"

Ace noticed the way the headmaster's fingers tightened their grip on his cane. He knew Jonah had struck the nerve. The captain was grinning widely. "Face it, headmaster. Is it the only reason why I'm not expelled yet is that I have a good use for you? Now that everyone is overblot you decided to step in and take all the credit for all my hard work? How useless can you be."

Crowley gritted his teeth as he tapped his cane twice. It started to shine in a golden light. Crowley closed his eyes and brought the cane in front of his face, holding it like how someone would hold a sword or rapier. "I know I haven't been the best headmaster or even a mentor for you," he spoke. "But, if I can redeem myself by saving you, then it'll be worth it."

He opened his eyes and the cane burst into sparkles, changing the cane into a giant key. Ace's eyes widened. There was just no way. The headmaster is a keyblade wielder? Like those ancient warriors from long ago?! He knew that the headmaster is powerful, but he didn't imagine to be THIS powerful.

Jonah laughed, pulling his cutlass in front of his face similar to how Crowley held his keyblade. "Oh, please, headmaster. I would like to see you try."

Jonah ran up to Crowley only to be hit with a dark-magic ball shot out from the tip of the keyblade, throwing him to the air. The boy quickly made an aerial recovery before trying to bring his sword down on him, but Crowley just barely dodged the attack.

Keyblade and cutlass locked onto each other but Crowley seemed to have the upper hand, getting a few combo hit to forced the boy to back away. Pulling back his keyblade, he pointed at Jonah's chest, shooting out a blast of dark magic, but Jonah managed to dodge that. In a short time, Jonah was able to run up to Crowley and hit him with his cutlass getting a good combo hit on him, ripping the headmaster uniform, and drawing out blood. Thrusting out his hand, black ink shot out from the puddle underneath him. Unfortunately, Crowley jumped back, slicing the tentacles of ink. Landing on the ground again, he raised his keyblade, summoning bolts of lightning raining down, but Jonah raised his hand, creating a dome out of ink to protect himself.

Once the rain stopped, Jonah shot out the remaining ink toward Crowley, but the headmaster disappeared and reappeared in another area, not too far away from him. Jonah then charged at Crowley once more, only to be hit with another dark blizzard.

Jonah ran toward him, cutlass clashing with the keyblade once again, but Jonah was the one with the upper hand. He tried to stab Crowley, but the headmaster managed to avoid the fatal stab just a few inches. Crowley grabbed Jonah by the hair and threw Jonah away. The boy let out a scream when he crashed to the wall, even after protecting himself with his ink. Crowley shot another dark-magic ball toward Jonah before the boy could get up again or his ink protecting him again. Crowley flipped his cape teleporting above Jonah with a gush of raven feathers, kicking the silver cutlass from the boy's hand, stomping his hand hard that Crowley was sure he broke some bones there. Holding the keyblade with his two hands, trying to stab Jonah on the cursed eye. Jonah screamed, summoning his ink again, a claw-like hand grabbed Crowley by the neck. The hand lifted the headmaster off him and threw him to the wall.

Jonah rolled out of the way fast enough for the keyblade to hit the ground. Jonah then kicked Crowley's legs and made him fall to the ground. But Crowley quick to recover, disappearing quickly as Jonah reached for his cutlass across the room. Crowley reappeared by Jonah again, raising his keyblade but was blocked by Jonah's cutlass. Two blades clashed against each other repeatedly and brutally, each of them trying to kill each other, drawing more blood in every slash. It was tragic to watch the once teacher and student now facing each other. If this was in another situation, Ace would watch in awe as both males showing off their skills. Ace couldn't interfere with the fight, didn't dare to enter the battlefield, and ruined the intimate moment (as intimate as it could be).

Crowley noticed that Jonah's movement started to become sloppy. Their time was nearly up. Crowley then disappear and reappeared again in a different area, farther away from Jonah. Jonah then charged at Crowley again and tried to get a combo hit on him again but Crowley was able to block the attack. Jonah then raised his cutlass to try and attack Crowley again.

- his chest was left wide open-

- and Crowley impaled his keyblade right into Jonah's chest.

Jonah's eyes widened and mouth opened wide for a silent scream, dropping his cutlass. The world became silent. He pulled back his keyblade, coated with ink. The boy stared at his chest, knees trembling, and looking paler than before. Crowley knew he made a mistake. He should've aimed for the eye, not the chest-

A light chuckled was heard. Crowley looked up the boy - his mentee, his son - who was slowly lifting his head and gave him a tired, but gentle smile.

"I guess..." Crowley wanted to shush him, to scold him not to talk with a mouthful of ink trickling from your lips. But he couldn't he was still shocked by what he had done. He didn't mean this. He wasn't supposed to do that. He could've have killed him! "I'm grounded again... huh?"

Jonah fell forward, eyes slowly closing, and Crowley wanted to grab him, to hug him, and tuck him back to bed, hoping that this was just a nightmare, but he was held back by Crewel and Trein. Malleus was the one who caught Jonah, and he and Lilia immediately went to work, chanting a spell in hope that could save Jonah's life and extract all the overblot from him.

If this was a different situation, most might see this as something very out of character of Crowley.

He trashed between Crewel and Trein's hold, screaming on the top of his lung, and tears streaming down from behind his mask.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"Dire! Calm down!"

"No! He needs me! I can save him!"

"You've done enough! You can only make it worst!"

"Jonah! Mister Argentum! Don't you dare die! You hear me! You're in so much trouble, young man!"

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I mean... I can't be the only one who thinks Crowley's cane looks like a keyblade, right? This is actually just a rewrite of a very old action scene from my Kingdom Hearts fanfic. I admit the beginning was a bit sloppy, but I tried, okay? This was partly inspired by the ask sent by @miste-jedblack (I don’t know why I can’t tag you, but I answered your ask) And you can say this is a spiritual sequel of "What..." and [Why...] (this one made by @sanata101​ ) The only reason why it was labeled 'deleted scene' was that I'm still unsure of how the fanfic will end.

[bubblieywubbliey]

Evan x Reader - Stage Fright (SMUT)

Hey! Sorry for the lack of updates but here is my most recent fic!! It's a request for Evan x reader to help with evan's pre-performance anxiety :) sorry if there are mistakes I was pretty sleepy writing this towards the end but I wanted to get it out! I have made some edits since publishing to make it longer and more coherent (there were some perspective issues because I was so sleepy when I finished it off - pun intended) :)

Mumbles floated around you as you all sat on the stage, curtains drawn, chatting before the evening showing of chicago. You turned to feel Evan tapping on your shoulder. You looked up to see Evan in his costume, a white shirt unbuttoned so his chest hair was visible with black trousers and you were a little turned on when your eyes reached his face and you saw the beard he had grown out for the role, in order to look older.

“Sup babe?” You asked, noting the worried expression on his face. 

“Oh, uh, just stressed, can we go sit in the hall?” He looked at you pleadingly.

“So what’s the stress?” You asked, turning so that you were sat leaning against the wall.

“God I’m just, I’m worried that- no it’s stupid, it’s not your job to manage my anxiety...” he stopped himself, sighing, he really had matured since you guys started dating.

“Of course it isn’t, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna support you!” You take his hand and beam up at him.

"I'm just stressed that I'm gonna, I'll screw up being Billy Flynn? I'm not like that and I'm scared that I'll be awful when it's in fron of the crowd."

"Evan, you'll be perfect and if you aren't no one will care, okay?" Evan nodded and you took his hands. "Now, did that help with your stress about this?"

"A little?" You smiled and he smiled back, a boyish grin covering his face. “What?” You ask, a light questioning tone in your voice as he grins. He pulled you to your feet before responding.

“Well there's 20 minutes before I need to be in hair and makeup... You know what would help me stop being so anxious?” Your eyes widen and you giggle a little, already slightly turned on by his confidence.

“Oh? What would that be, Mr. Hansen?” Smiling you traced your finger up and down his chest, the two of you giggling, you were so close you could feel his breathe on your lips. Your finger trailed down past his bellybutton and to the waistband of his black trousers. He looked down and then back up at you, shyness overcoming him, you pressed your lips to his and he sighed into the kiss as his anxiety faded away, his hands coming to rest on your waist. You pushed your hand into his waistband and he gasped into the kiss as you wrapped your hands around the base of him. You pushed him up against the wall and broke the kiss to begin gently biting his neck.

"W-wait here?? We-we're in the hallway, Y/N! There are dressing rooms you kno-" Evan stuttered and groaned as you began to slowly pump him inside his trousers, cutting him off. "No one's gonna come though here..." You mumble into his neck as you kiss up from him collar bone, his white shirt was already unbuttoned to show some of his chest for his outfit. "For at least 20 minutes, right?" You stroked the side of his face, feeling the roughness of his beard.

"Y-Yes probably- ah!" He gasped as you increased your pace, sucking harshly on his neck."Y/N I can't have any... god, fuck... I can't have any hickies..." He was breathing heavily, his fingers clenching and unclenching the fabric of the vest you're wearing. "Sounds like hair and makeup's problem." You whispered and and yanked his trousers and boxers down roughly in one go and licking a stripe up his length.

"A-ah! Y/N!" Evan nearly yelled, looking around the hallway to see if anyone was coming. He covered his mouth with his hand in an attempt to subdue his own noises, he was not used to having to be quiet when you guys had sex and whenever you did anything in public it was usually him teasing you. You sucked on the tip of his dick, tracing patterns on it with your fingers as you sucked. He let out small muffled sounds and you looked up at him, excited at the fact that you could make him feel like this. You released him with a pop and he almost sighed in relief before you took him into your mouth again, but this time all the way.

"Ah!" he yelled, unable to contain himself and you deep throated him, your hand wrapping around the parts you couldn't reach. Evan glanced around to check no one was coming before tangling a hand in your hai r.

"Y-Y/N I'm so close..." He panted and you looked up at him through your eyelashes. He let out another groan at the image below him, your mouth wrapped around his dick, eyes closed as you focused on making him feel good, but he didn't fail to notice that one hand was inbetween your thighs, rubbing gently. "I'm so fucking lucky holy shit!" He gasped as he approached his orgasm. He pulled you up and kissed you, kissing down your neck as you continued to jerk him off eith your hands. His hips shake as he nears his end and you gasps as he bites down lightly on your neck, sucking it

Suddenly there was a clattering at the end of the hall and voices echoed around the corner from the direction of the dressing rooms.

"S-Shit!" Evan gasped and pulled his shorts up. You attempted to make yourself look a little presentable after Ev had messed up your hair by flattening it down and running your fingers through it. "U-uh Y/N oh my god I-I still have a... A you know, what do we do? It's really visible these pants are too fuckin tight." Evan cursed and you turned to see a rather noticeable bulge in his pants. 5 minutes ago the concept of this was very exciting but now it was a clear sign as to what you'd been up to.

"Uh, behind the stage?" You posed the hiding spot and Evan, starting to panic a little, nodded and you dragged him back towards the stage. Everyone was out on the actual stage and you pulled Evan into the broom closet behind the curtains instead of going out to join everyone else. Evan breathed a heavy sigh of relief as you both leaned against the wall of the closet.

"T-That was way too close! You almost got us in some serious trouble Y/N." He said and you laughed, his face was bright red."That was really irresponsible, why can't you behave?"

"Now, shall we solve this problem?" you ignored his reprenmand, assuming he couldn't actually be annoyed with you. "I think we've ended up making you more stressed, haha!" You sniggered and reached over to pull his face into yours, just as you did you noticed Evan's facial expression was nearer to a frown than the embarassed laugh you had expected. He didn't say a word, just pressed his lips harshly against yours and you let out a muffled squeak of surprise as he immediately forced his tongue into your mouth, pulling your mini skirt up a little so one hand was on your waist and the other was pushing roughly against your clothed clit. His beard brushed against your skin and your breath hitched at the sensation. You couldn't help but let out more yelps, leading Evan to grunt out a quick "you better stay fucking quiet." as he groped you roughly, pulling your panties aside and dropping to his knees. He didn't say anything like he did when he was drunk and rough, this was different, he was quiet and dominant, which was somehow hotter. He licked up your slit and you yelped before covering your mouth.

"Stay quiet." He said, clearly. You nodded and he turned you around to have you holding on to the shelves, ass in his face. "We have 12 minutes." He added as he checked his watch before pushing a finger into you, pumping in and out you could barely breathe due to all the whimpers that you were holding in. You grunted and gasped as he pounded you with just one finger, curling it so it touched the spongy flesh at the top of your vagina, hitting your g spot hard. He added another finger then another, pushing in and out with his tongue still on your clit until you came, gasping as questly as you could in order to evade detection. You were soaking and recovering from your orgasm, leaning into the shelves with your ass still on the air. Before you'd even figured out what was going on Evan was sucking hard on your neck, his trousers were on the floor and he was grinding against you. You gasped as your body spasmed a little from the over stimulation and having something inside you so suddenly after orgasming. Reached around and grabbed your arms, holding them behind your back while guiding the tip of his dick into you, you inhlaed sharply. Had he gotten bigger? God it felt like it. He wrapped his hands around your neck, applying gentle pressure to your throat.

Shocks of pleasure fly up your spine as you gasped with every thrust, pushing back against him, revelling in his grunts of pleasure and the feel of his fingers on your throat, applying the perfect amount of pressure. He released your hands and let you lean back and tangled his fingers in his hair, roughly increasing his tempo, his hips rutting against your and the sound of your skin slapping together along with the accompanying sting that was perfectly the border of pain and pleasure made it clear that you would have bruises tomorrow. He reached around with the hand that wasn't around your neck and rubbed your clit roughly, just a couple of times, but enough to send you over the edge, the feeling of you spasming around him was heavenly and he gasped and groaned as you tightened unconciously. He pulled out for a second to let you recover before easing the tip in as your entrance continued to spasm uncontrollably, his hand still rubbing your clit, stimulating you beyond your orgasm. It took everything in you not to scream out his name, instead opting to silently gasp his name over and over.

"Ev..." You groaned as he pushed all the way in. He pulled back and then pushed in again as you leaned back to kiss him roughly, hardly able to breathe due to the barrage of pleasure being caused combined with his hand around your throat. Evan faltered slightly in his pounding and whispered sweet nothings and and grunting, gasping out your name, how beautiful how tight you are for him. He let out a whimper and you knew he was cumming soon. You gasped into his mouth as he pumped in and out at increasing speeds, your fingers tugging his hair causing him to groan, his head dropping to rest in the crook of your neck as he was overwhelmed with pleasure.

He was pounding so hard that you knew you'd have bruises, reaching around your hips to rub your clit hard to bring you there again and it worked, you were teetering on the edge of your orgasm as he licked up your neck, then kissing your collar bone and leaving lovebites along your neck. He hit a few final thrusts as your orgasms hit both of you and your body shook uncontrollably and it took everything you had not to scream his name. Evan grunted softly as he came into you, thank god for birth control. He was still balls deep inside you and you held him there for just a second, unable to handle anymore movement in that moment.

"Jesus Christ Evan." You whispered, still gasping from your third orgasm in the span of 20 minutes.

"Sorry, was that too much?" Evan asked worriedly.

"That was fucking great Evan, if anything is too much you know I'd say so." Evan nodded and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. He pulled out roughly and you spasmed again because of the overstim. You grinned as you got dressed, adjusting your shirt and hair, fixing his too, you found some wipes on the shelf and cleaned yourself up, it wouldn't exactly look great if you started leaking cum everywhere would it? Now you were both dressed and you both stepped out of the closet and peeked around the edge of the curtain where people were finishing their dinner.

"Where were you guys?" Brooke turned around to see you walking in on slightly shaky legs.

"Oh us? Evan was just a little anxious so I took him for some fresh air to calm down.

Brooke looked at your shaky legs but you sat down before she could comment on it. Zoe was also sitting next to Brooke as she made a final adjustment to her costume. "Mmh. Okay well Evan you need to be in hair and makeup, your hair is a mess. And you look kinda sweaty. Also you have red splotches all up your neck that we'll need to cover." Evan blushed a bright red, glancing at you and you looked away, trying not to laugh out loud. He glared at the back of your head before answering. Zoe made eye contact with you and you grinned at her, blushing and she spluttered a laugh before muting it with her hand. "Ah yeah... I um, I..? I had an... allergic reaction!" he almost shouted as he figured out a reasonable lie, he was never very good at it. "I had an allergic reaction to something earlier, didn't realise that um... That cheese crackers had actual cheese in them?" He fumbled through the lie and Brooke raised her eyebrows, looking at you both. "Right..." She sighed and dragged Evan off to the dressing rooms.

"Y/N! You guys couldn't wait??" Zoe blurted out as soon as they were gone. "Hey! anything to help Evan's stress..." You mumbled before getting out your script to practice your lines.

[mistabullets]

The whole nsfw alphabet for Kars?

cw: implied mind break, implied dubcon/noncon, controlling behavior, sex slave x master dynamics, kars is basically Not a Nice Person (no surprise really)

Not SFW under cut ;

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The only time you’ll get to witness some spark of humanity from the vampiric man. He’ll tuck you in your bed and card his slender digits through your hair. He’s not going to be doting but he will silently let you know how much he appreciate your devotion and fellowship. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Aside from his gorgeous muscles, he really likes his long hair. Despite some strands being thousands of years old, he’s still maintains the long locks. For his partner, he admires their eyes. He can read all of your emotions and what your feelings so easily, by just examining your pupils and irises. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

If you want his cum inside of you, you’re going to earn it. He will never cum inside of you unless he deems you worthy of his seed, to be the carrier of his ancestry and heritage. Usually will release his cum on your body then proceed to lazily lap at your sticky and messy body. Sometimes, he’ll tease you and cum on the floor, demanding that you clean it up. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Kars doubt this will ever happen, but he’s afraid of actually falling in love, especially with a human. He thinks love is a weakness, alongside sex. If he could ever feel the capacity to form an emotional relationship with one of his partners, he don’t believe it will lead to anywhere good for the either of them. Kars would rather remain focus on the goal and then maybe, find an eternal mate, one who is worthy of his time and energy. 

Also he wouldn’t mind sharing you with his fellow Pillarmen. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s pretty experienced and don’t you doubt it. Kars has been alive for over a hundred thousand years now! He has been with men, women, and even those who identify with no gender. Before going into his slumber, there were some pretty weird things going on during ancient time… so, he’s used to hearing about the odd fetishes and kinks from modern mankind. 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Any positions where he can admire your intense pleasure or go absolutely feral on your body. Here’s a few; x, x, x, x, and x.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Kars is… more serious in the moment but he chuckles at how easily betaryed the humans are by their carnal pleasures. He’ll call his partners degrading things such as whores, sluts, rancid, and his next meals. He’ll laugh at the fear dancing behind you pupils as you release your vulnerability. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn’t shave down there. Why should he? Admire him in his all natural form. And yes, the carpet does match the drapes, though they are a darker shade of purple compared his gorgeous locks on top of his head. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Usually, he’s not in the moment, but rather observing his pet and their reactions. He’s not quite romantic but he’ll tell them praises about how well they’re doing or give them the award of orgasm. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t have to the desire to masturbate. He can have any body he wants and it’s not that difficult to seek out a partner who is more than willing to sacrifice their body and mind, just to pleasure a godly being. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Loves it when his partner body worships him and praises him about being such a kind leader and master. Asides from that, he really likes taking on the role of master and you play as his devoted pet/slave. And oh, cockwarming and seeing your futile attempts into holding out. It’s quite cute. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The vampire is willing to do it just about anywhere. He has no shame about a mundane couple catching you bend over and being fucked from behind. And as his pet, you really don’t mind either. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Kars is just curious about the modern humans. While they have tainted this world for far too long, he thinks some of their reactions are interesting and quite cute. He seeks to find out all of your reactions… and then break you down, molding you into the perfect sex slave. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t say no to anything (even to some of the grosser aspects of the body and their fluids and excerments). 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Kars does expect his little slave to give him a blowjob. He won’t make a peep, but he will mockinly tease at how much you keep choking on his cock and tauntingly cup on of their cheek in his hand. Long finger nails will scrap at your sensitive skin, a warning that he’s about to face fuck into oblivion. He does. And you just have to be a good pet and take it all. 

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

The vampire will start painfully slow. It’s only after you’ve begged, after being cockwarming your master for hours, will he begin to brutally pound into you, relishing in the screams and moans about how wonderful his cock is, how you can’t live without, and how need it like you need air. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

If he’s busy, he doesn’t mind a quickie. But be warn, he’s going to drill into you like a jackhammer and have you sore for the next few days. Usually, he likes it slow, so he doesn’t have to worry about breaking you. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Oh, he’s down for risk. Similar to Dio, he’ll play games with you and sometimes you walk on the edge of death. But that’s a typical evening with Kars and it shows how much you’re willing to go, just to get dick down. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Kars can last quite for a few, excruciating hours. He has no qualms of pain, soreness, etc. If he wasn’t quite easily bored, he could last a whole day. But instead, he usually can go for multiple rounds within six hours. Usually you grown exhausted but you’re blissed at out of your mind and craving more of his cock. Usually when you’re near the brink of unconciousness it’s over. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You’re his toy. And if you dare use something other than his body to pleasure yourself to, Kars will not be happy. You’ll cum to him and only to him. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kars is very unfair, in a mean way. He has thing about you being a good pet and waiting to award you with an orgasm. However, you’ll be sit on his cock, squirming, never quite comfortable with his size, and he’ll give you a threat. “If you dare cum without my permission, you’ll regret it, my dear pet,” just to further tease you, he’ll thrust up and bottom out. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He doesn’t really make a whole lot of sounds. He’ll let out the occassional grunts but sex is sex. It’s just a tool to used to manipulate his partners and a way to release his frustrations. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Kars has a god complex over himself. He is powerful and far superior to you. So he expects for you to worship ground his feet touches and for you to be an obedient follower if you want his seed. He’s not willing to just impregnante anyone. They have to prove their worth to him. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s actually big. When erected, his cock stands at a proud 8.5 inches with a girth of about 6 inches. He’s uncircumcised and has a very red head, which is kind of cute compared to the rest of the vampire’s cold demeanor. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is not that high, but rather his curiosity toward his partners and their reactions are high. Kars just really wants to condition them to basically worship and need his cock and to prove himself to a being closer, if not, higer than the God humans have made up over the years. It just gives him a huge power boost to see you crawling up to him and begging for his attention. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t need sleep. After sex, he’s going to watch over his dear pet until they have been reduce to a heavy slumber before leaving them be and going about his usual business. At least he waits until you’re asleep though before departing from his human lover. 

[stillwooozy]

Ok here is my lemon fanfic headcanons that no one, ever, asked for & no one should ever ever read

Eren & Levi both think they are ‘vers tops’ but really they are both 100% ‘vers bottoms.’ Like they pretend they want to be giving, they act like that is their goal - but really they each enjoy being on the... recieving end a lot more. They dont even enjoy being ‘power bottoms’ either, its just a constant battle of who can ‘convince’ the other to bottom because the like the IDEA of being dominant, but baby... they really aren’t dominant. they’re very confused to say the least.

Levi is the guy who is into twinks but hates it about himself because he never wants to be a pedophile. In a modern au he’d be the grindr guy who 100% asks every 18-20 yr old twink he hooks up w/ to show him their ID - he needs proof they aren’t 16-17. And its not hes even doing it to avoid legal repercussions, hes just disgusted by the idea of hooking up w/ a minor... but... this unfortunately means he admits to himself he is attracted to 16-17 year olds. Whoops. also i headcanon that he was molested as a kid, and hes convinced himself his attraction to young guys is because of this, and he HATES this about himself. Regardless or not if its true, makes him really sensitive & actually really kind person in bed cuz he’s constantly afraid of abusing power. Oh and if i were to pick a tribe he’d 100% be a ‘daddy’. Dapper/sophisticated older guy, pretends to be dominate, likes taking care of his partner/etc, but is stoic/blunt & doesnt take shit. hes educated but not geekily so. He’s super fit/in shape but not “lean” by any means, so ig a fit/functional “dad bod”.. like i just see Levi caring about the functionality of his body, not counting calories & cutting so his abs are cut. Like maybe ~20 yr old levi was a jock but 30+ levi is just fit-average. Daddy Levi jfc

Tribe wise... Eren THINKS he is twunk, reality is he’s a lanky otter. Like 18-21 yr old Eren was a twink, 100%, but 25+ eren is an ‘otter’. He’s pretty lean & tall, kinda lanky, body hair (i mean look at Grisha and Zeke, its genetic) Tries to shave & stuff but always kinda scruffy and looks like a hobo. Mr. man bun but only cuz hes too lazy to cut his hair, he would not care enough to be a hipster or geek or whatever. This is 100% a projection of my own desires but - i honestly don’t think Eren has a set “type”, he likes people that challenge him & are stronger/smarter than him but regard him as their equal. Another self-insert headcanon but, i think he prefers men & tends to lean to slightly older/stocker/more fit ppl like Reiner and Levi, but he’s also bi and will fall for a girl if they can meet him & challenge him were he is at? (Aka Historia) unfortunately, eren is unstable and unconciously enjoys “mental battles” between him and his partner, which is horrible - but he really would do anything for you.

So yea. Eren: ‘vers bottom’ disguised as ‘vers top’, otter that thinks hes a twunk, homo-flexible & prefers stocky/fit people who can and will challenge him mentally/physically

Levi: same deal (vers bottom who thinks he’s more of a top), daddyyyy (xoxo), his type is just Timothy Chalamet & he hates himself for it

Also i 10000000% acknowledge that 1) tribes are bullshit and as a mostly-gay guy im constantly working on... overcoming? The need to label and objectify myself. And 2) top/bottom is also bullshit, but people can lean to one side? Of course it can all depend on context too, and ya know, normal people, not-fanfic-characters, tend to mix it up.

I dont/cant/wont ever write a smut fanfic but... come on watch some “home video” gay porn if not a gay/bi guy idk... its just always so unrealistic? I read soo much gay fanfic when i was 11-13 and tbh, although i think it is wayy better than only watching porn at that age.. it gave me some weird expectations. Like the huge bottom/top discrete categories are not... realistic? AND a lot of stuff just... doesnt work that way. No more info or its tmi. Anyways as most ppl know, sex is really just overall disgusting & awkward & embarassing and can even stinky and painful (okay thats just my own problems) jfc ive wrote all this just to avoid studying kill me now thanks

[nonsensical-rants]

So, I 100%ed the Kingdom Hearts Franchise.

Alright. This might be a long take, just saying that now. But I know exactly where to start. This franchise. Is not as confusing as the entirety of the internet would like you to believe. It's mostly due to bad writing decisions here and there. I mean, yeah if you wanna have every single detail and definition ingrained into your brain. Then of course it can get complicated, but what franchise lasting as long as Kingdom Hearts isn't annoyingly convoluted? I can't think of one.

So my thoughts about  the series is that they're pretty good! Both as a story and as games, with some very big exceptions. I wanna say that you should definitely not try to 100% all of these games in chronological order in rapid succession. It will drain you. I can confirm this beyond a shadow of a doubt. After I beat KH2 it really start to hit me. Chain of Memories was fine, if not a bit tedious to get all the cards and Riku to level 100. But other than that I more than enjoyed my time with the game.

Heartless are born from the darkness in peoples hearts. Nobodies are created from the husk of a body left behind in the creation of a Heartless. While Unversed are born from supreme negative emotions that live inside us all. The stronger these feelings are/the person is, the stronger the heartless/unversed and nobody. Especially strong people can keep their identity when transformed into Nobodies. Thus explaining Organization 13. Only the keyblade can truly defeat these creatures. What's so hard about describing that to someone? It isn't that far fetched in terms of the fantasy genre.

Though personally. I have an enormous hatred from Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance. Despite trying to keep an open mind about any and all forms of media I come across, I cannot ever get behind this title in the series because it is just too much and strays too far from what i consider to be "Kingdom Hearts". The gameplay was not fun for me personally, the story was iffy at best in comparison to the others and it really felt like the biggest amount of padding. If you have to do that to become a Keyblade Master, I think i'd rather stay as a rouge agent like Sora did for 99% of the series.

The dream eater system was probably the biggest factor here as for 100% completion you have to get every single dream eater, and every single skill that they can give you which means leveling a lot of them up to the point where they have points to buy said skills. Which takes forever. And then there's the Dream Eater tournaments, which I would have never gotten past without cheap strategies I found online. Usually I get everybody to max potential in these games and give the best items and accessories all around. But as soon as I got the platinum I ejected the disk and took a break. I felt like I needed it.

Alright, putting that behind us. The difference in fighting styles from game to game can get a bit jarring but in the PS4 re-releases it can usually be adjusted too in about half an hour to an hour's worth of gameplay. Chain of Memories was fun, but tedious like I mentioned. And Birth By Sleep was actually a fresh of breath air (until you get to the secret boss fights that is...) If it wasn't for my need to see that 100% bar next to the game title I would classify these games as something everybody should try out and enjoy. They are fantastic experiences. So lets go in order for a bit.

KH1 is a classic story, going through Disney worlds with a fine mix of Final Fantasy. Meeting the princesses and seeing they are "Princesses of Heart" that have strength beyond muscles. Able to use the power of Light and what not. There's a few hiccups here and there (like Cloud and Sephiroth not acting like how they are in FF7 but everyone's already mentioned that.) But aside from that and the bad platforming, its a genuinely fun game to 100% and I'd highly recommend it. Maybe even try to get cosmic arts for everyone so you can have 16-19 MP bars. It gets silly.

Chain of Memories i've already mentioned a lot so far. So I don't think I need to go that in depth. Fun to go through but wouldn't recommend 100%ing it because it takes far to long. The story is actually pretty decent and isn't that complicated. Sora and the gang lose their memories of KH1 because of the magic witch Namine, while we get our first look at Organization 13.

KH2. The golden child. Still played by many to this day and its obvious to see why. The game play is crisp and fantastic as I remember it from my youth. Traveling to Disney worlds again (and not card versions of them that have no people except for cut scenes, like CoM) and having a constant looming threat over your head while you try to have fun on your journey. Its great. I have yet to do a level 1 critical mode (as that's not required thankfully) but I did thoroughly enjoy my regular Critical play though. Story still isn't that bad yet. Organization 13 comes in full force, trying to get a new version of "Kingdom Hearts" so they can restore their humanity. I'd highly recommend 100%ing this one as well. Would also recommend maxing out your stats and putting on multiple Full Bloom+'s and Shadow Archieve+'s for the fun of it.

Birth By Sleep. Still not that bad honestly. It comes at a weird time though, and the story telling kind of requires you to have some outsider knowledge so that you're not thrown for a loop the entire time. So it feels weird to go back in the past, but also necessary for the story as a whole. Fun game to play minus the hundreds of mini games you need to do for all three main characters. If it wasn't for that I would recommend playing this game to completion. It's hard to reach higher levels though and as everyone's who played the game knows. Terra sucks at End Game compared to Aqua and Ven. I beat the Secret bosses by sheer luck and I would not go back for them. You do get to learn the origins of what makes most of the future events play out though and you even get to see younger versions of Organization 13. Back when they weren't evil!

Nothing eventful happens in Re:Coded.

Dream Drop Distance... Already talked about it. Let's move on before i'm forced to remember dream eaters and their annoyingly high pitched theme song.

Birth By Sleep 0.2: A Fragmentary Passage. Really good demo for KH3 in all honestly. I had a fun time with it and seeing Aqua's pain and journey through the realm of darkness for a whole 10 years was interesting.

And now we're at Kh3. The big game we waited so long for. And its... Alright. Nothing really spectacular. The graphics are certainly splendid and gameplay feels great! If not a bit too floaty. Thats a problem for some people, especially those who were avid fans of KH2. But I had no problem with it. I have yet to play it on critical but i've heard it makes things far more entertaining. As for story, its also alright. Not the grand ending I was expecting but it was really fun all things considered. Just another ride through more modern Disney worlds. But no Final Fantasy! I get that they feel KH can stand on its own legs now but you can't take out half the formula that people fell in love with originally. Then there's no battle arena or replayable boss fights. Doesn't have to be the Real Orginization 13. Just any replayable fights with end game gear would be enough.

As for my real problem with the games. Is the treatement of the third member of the original trio. Kairi. Oh, how this character has divided a good portion of the fan base just by existing. It feels like all the time that she is just a damsel for Sora/Riku to save and rescue. In the first game, thats fine. Whatever. She was unconcious the whole time and had her heart within Sora. Chain of Memories was a game about Sora losing his memories and Riku overcoming his darkness. Thats also fine. But in KH2. Really? She gets a keyblade and can't even handle a group of shadows? The lowest level of heartless? It's embarrassing. She's supposed to be a Princess of Heart. What's that even mean anymore? It doesn't even seem relevant.

KH2 should've been her moment to become a party member just like Riku did. I dont care that it means you could possibly not have Donald or Goofy. KH2 felt the most like the penultimate ending to the series than Kh3 did in my opinon. Having the choice between your KH1 buddies (Sora, Donald and Goofy) or the Island Trio (Sora, Riku and Kairi) would have added excellent variety and much needed development for Kairi as a person rather than leaving her as a one dimensional damsel in distress who has a Nobody with more internal conflict and character motivation. Moving past that... BBS is a prequel so nothing for the original trio except for meeting Aqua/Ven/Terra. And we come back to the dreaded DDD again.

If my vision for Kairi in KH2 couldn't have become a reality. Then why wasn't DDD Kairi's game? The set up was perfect. The heroes of light need to train to overcome almost double the amount of darkness agents. Kairi (and Axel) are practically beginners at wielding a Keyblade. It should've been their time to shine and get some love while occasionally helping Sora and Riku in their Mark of Mastery exam. Why did it have to be something you do alone? Well actually you're not alone you have the stupid Dream Eaters. Regardless it could have been the newbies learning how to get to Kh2 Sora's level while Sora goes beyond his limits.

As for KH3, it's just awful. Kairi's treatment is awful and everyone knows it. She said she was gonna help but hit one whole heartless in the finale. Better than KH2 i suppose. And as for the argument of her being "too weak" to try anything agaisnt Xemans. Really? She couldn't even like. Step on his foot? Pull agaisnt his grip or switch which hand the blade is in? Since the keyblade can teleport to your hands when you need it. I don't expect her to randomly become a Keyblade Master, but. I think we all would've prefer if she just did ANYTHING over what actually happened. It's sad. I hope KH4 will give Kairi the proper treatment and character development she deserves. But for all we know it might be another Sora/Riku dual protagonist game like CoM or DDD. What do you think?