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jnnul · 22 days ago

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the right side of wrong (part 3)

TAGS ▸ uhhh an accidental kiss, some fighting/sparring, sunghoon boxes bc i said so, stalking but you don't know that yet

PLAYLIST ▸ yosemite - travis scott, back - jey, stay - ari abdul, element - pop smoke, dirty laundry - blackbear

WORD COUNT ▸ 4.8k

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ so i've been sitting on this chapter for quite some time (motivation to finally post has come from @dojunie for updating the masterpiece misdial) and i originally wanted to include a lot more plot in this chapter but i figured that it would better to get it out than ruminate about the plot too much more. quick note: feedback, comments, etc. GREATLY encourage writers! if you felt any sort of way (in a good or bad way!) about this fic, pls leave feedback!

TAGLIST ▸ @hybeboyenthusisast

[march 19, 20XX, 12:19 P.M.] [copenhagen, denmark]

“teekl!” klarion exclaims, taking in his surroundings with a sneer. “i wanted to teleport to where y/n is! why’d you bring me to copenhagen?”

teekl meows, as if to rebuke klarion’s displeasure of being dropped in copenhagen - a place with beautiful scenery and fresh air, mind you - compared to the exact location of where y/n was, which was something that teekl was not only incapable of doing at the current energy levels that he was at, but also something that was difficult for klarion himself to do.

“if only i had her exact energy signature…,” klarion mutters under his breath, trying to hone in on y/n’s energy signature. he feels a quick zap against his skull, almost as if he’s made a breakthrough before it vanishes and klarion sighs.

“might as well take a cat nap, before i recharge and find that stupid runaway,” klarion says and teekl meows in almost malicious agreement. neither of them realize that they aren’t the only ones looking for her as felix faust slinks back into the shadows, the two of them never leaving his sight.

[march 19, 20XX, 12:27 A.M.] [mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]

“let me get this straight and please, feel free to stop me at any point you think that this is batshit insane: you landed in ace chemical factory, and in your panic, you screamed at supersonic levels and everything around you shattered. after that, you didn’t want to be put in jail or whatever you thought was going to happen so you ran and wandered aimlessly around gotham before you ended up at the bank and met artemis. oh, and how could i forget, you didn’t know you could do that?” sunghoon recaps in an almost satirical voice, rubbing the outside of his ear, having just recovered his sense of hearing. y/n nods, somewhat sheepishly, having been pacified when yuna shin, the magician from the justice league, had been called in to fix the necklace using a spell. yujin sighs, rubbing her forehead as the two of them start to piece together what had happened that night.

“still doesn’t explain how icicle sr. managed to get from the yacht bridge to the bank in that time frame,” yujin says and y/n raises her hand hesitatingly.

“i don’t know if this is relevant but there was some guy wearing a huge parka in the middle of march that was riding down a huge…bobsled with ice that kinda appeared wherever he moved? i wasn’t sure if that was normal in this dimension so i didn’t say anything but they’re both icy,” she says, fidgeting with her hands.

“did you see anyone else with him?” sunghoon asks, and y/n wracks her brain, trying to think if she saw anyone else that night.

“some really pale lady with spiky blue hair?”

yujin and sunghoon exchange a look before yujin groans, pulling out her phone to call belrev and let the maximum security prison wasn’t nearly as high security as they thought it was.

“those three are all money hungry people who ally with each other every time they want to pull off a serious heist since they all use ice as their method of attack. they were probably all working together to pull off the yacht bridge incident,” sunghoon explains as a lightbulb goes off in his head. “that’s why we only saw shattered glass and nothing else. the ice probably melted by the time that we got there.”

“well that explains that. what that doesn’t explain is the canary cry. no one else in the justice league - or the injustice league, for that matter - has the canary cry. at least not since that impersonator was put into prison but even she couldn’t use the canary cry well enough to make stone break,” yujin says once she gets off the phone.

“right…” sunghoon turns to y/n, who’s fidgeting with the necklace in her hand. “do you mind if i look at that for a second?”

y/n stares at the necklace for a moment before handing it over somewhat reluctantly.

the necklace itself seems rather plain. it’s a gold necklace, with a single pearl dangling off of it but other than that, it had no identifiers to suggest why this necklace was so important to y/n.

“it was my mother’s,” she says softly and sunghoon hears yujin have to contain her gasp where she was standing. “it’s the only thing i have from her and the only thing that my father hasn’t tried to take from me when it comes to memories of my mom.”

that would explain the sentimental attachment.

sunghoon eyes the pearl, which seems to be dazzling in the light, even though there was very little in y/n’s room, as though it were exuding light, rather than reflecting it. well. unless pearls operated differently in y/n’s dimension (which, at this point, sunghoon couldn’t even say definitively that they didn’t), there was something about this necklace…

“you don’t know who exactly your mother is, right?” yujin asks and y/n nods, hands twitching as she watches sunghoon fidget with the necklace before he drops it back onto the nightstand. she snatches it up quickly, putting it back around her neck, seeming much more calm now that the necklace was on her.

“no. all i know is that my father and my mother went to the same high school and that i was born when they were both still in school, which is probably why i ended up with my dad instead of my mom,” y/n says, thumbing at the pearl. yujin exchanges a look with sunghoon, and this time, sunghoon is the one to leave the room, pressing buttons on a flip phone to call someone.

“look, i don’t want to give you any false hope or even give you any information that you don’t need right now,” yujin starts, taking a deep breath. y/n doesn’t say anything, just watching yujin as the taller girl gets up to start pacing around the room that suddenly feels surprisingly cramped.

“but with the cry and everything that she’s told us about how she discovered her powers and everything…we have good reason to believe that your mother is black canary.”

y/n’s breath comes out as a staccato as it catches in her throat.

“…and we don’t know if she knows you exist."

[march 19, 20XX, 1:02 A.M.] [mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]

“what did the bat say?” yujin asks a disheveled looking sunghoon. the tall man just shakes his head, sitting down next to her on y/n’s bed, the owner of said bed watching him from the other side of the room on her beanbag chair.

“he can’t confirm or deny anything right now because black canary’s not in the u.s. right now. she’s out of the country on some top secret mission and cannot be called back under any circumstances,” sunghoon sighs and yujin’s eyebrows furrow.

“it took you half an hour to find out that we can’t get in touch with black canary?”

“there were…other things. just alpha clearance level things,” sunghoon says and yujin immediately leans back. y/n’s eyes bounce back and forth between sunghoon and yujin before clearing her throat nervously.

“uh, what does alpha clearance mean?”

“it’s just our classification system to ensure that the information from the team and the justice league is kept safe,” sunghoon explains. “each person has a certain clearance level they request or are approved for. more than anything, it’s so that people in the league or on the team don’t bite off more than what they can chew.”

“for example, superboy has the lowest clearance level - level eight. we trust him with our lives and know that he’s the first person to run headfirst into danger if he felt that was right,” yujin starts and y/n nods slowly, following where yujin was going with her logic.

“but if someone who was that quick to action were to be given higher clearance knowledge, then it would be hard to reestablish which missions are his priority and which aren’t, since he would probably feel they were all important,” y/n continues.

“and while they are all important, some require more planning than brute force. it’s hard to explain that to someone when they’re already extremely emotionally invested in a mission,” sunghoon finishes.

“it’s really more about how emotionally detached someone can get from the mission to ensure that actions are being put in place for the greater good,” y/n summarizes and yujin and sunghoon both shrug.

“that’s one way of thinking about it. it’s like a chain of command, honestly. if something were to happen to me, there needs to be someone who would be next in the chain of command so that the team doesn’t get split into five different directions because five different people think that the team should operate differently,” sunghoon says and y/n nods, leaning backwards into the plushiness of the beanbag chair.

“is it alright that you’re telling me all of this though? i asked because i was curious - but i’m curious about a lot of things. things that are probably less confidential than the inner workings of how an espionage and covert operations team works,” y/n asks, and although her words would set sunghoon on high alert coming from anyone else, he feels strangely understanding when it comes from her.

which had implications that he wasn’t ready to think about just yet.

“well, if you want the truth, there’s two aspects to it: a) it’s in our best interest to be as honest with you as possible so that you can be as honest as possible with us to help us with stopping the light. and b) i’ve been having private conversations with various members of the team about you joining the team - if that’s what you want - and everyone’s on board with the idea,” yujin says, watching y/n’s reaction to this (what she thinks is, at least) bombshell of information. “that’s actually part of what sunghoon and i wanted to talk to you about before the whole canary cry situation.”

“join the team?” y/n repeats slowly, her posture growing more timid as she sinks even further backwards into the chair. sunghoon refrains from reaching forward to comfort her, for fear that he might scare her even more.

“it’s not an obligation and we’d definitely understand if that’s not something that you want. but we figured that we’d present the option to you whenever you’re ready. i think that you’d be a great addition to the team,” sunghoon says gently, his eyes never leaving y/n’s.

“you do? but i don’t have any combat experience; i’d just drag you all down and put you in danger,” y/n murmurs softly, and yujin catches the faint blush on her cheeks as her eyes dart to the floor for a moment’s reprieve from sunghoon’s gaze. cute.

“we all started from somewhere, y/n,” sunghoon reminds her.

“yeah. boy wonder’s the only one out of all of us who came out of the womb fighting,” yujin snorts, punching sunghoon in the shoulder. “and besides, i saw you hold your own in front of icicle and his stupid gang. anyone who can blast that frosty old snowball into a sedan is someone i want on my team.”

y/n smiles softly, her thumb rubbing over her knuckles as she’s lost in thought, weighing her options in front of her almost plainly on her face. sunghoon taps yujin’s knee slightly and the two of them get up from where they were perched on her bed and begin to make their way to the door to leave y/n to her thoughts.

“can i - could i, maybe, watch you guys train tomorrow? soojin said that you guys are training altogether tomorrow and maybe that’ll help me make a decision?” y/n asks and sunghoon’s nodding his head before he even fully processes the question.

“whatever you need, y/n. just be sure to bring an ice pack in case you decide to join the fight,” yujin says with a wink as she walks away. sunghoon rolls his eyes before shaking his head when he see’s y/n’s eyes widened with worry.

“she’s joking. you absolutely don’t need to spar with us to watch, y/n,” sunghoon says softly and he sees some of the tension in her shoulders visibly melt.

“thanks, sunghoon,” she murmurs back, getting up to close the door as sunghoon retreats as well, a small smile on his face.

sunghoon. he liked the way that his name sounded on her lips.

[march 19, 20XX, 9:52 A.M.] [mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]

y/n winces as superboy crashes to the floor with a resounding thud. jay huffs as he lays on his back for just a moment, the mat sounding out a depressing ‘SUPERBOY - LOSS’ as he stares up at the ceiling.

“i’m getting really tired of getting beat up by people half my size,” jay groans as he accepts yujin’s hand as she hoists him up back onto his feet.

“to be fair, yujin is pretty much your height,” jake points out, hand deep into a family size bag of chips. he was already well past his first defeat at the hands of his girlfriend and had wisely decided to spend the rest of training with some form of food shoved into his mouth.

“i don’t think that’s gonna make him feel better, kid. and he’s pretty tall,” soojin says but jay just shrugs.

“eh, i’ve only got two or three inches on her but if there’s anything i’ve learned from training with artemis and black canary, it’s that you should never judge a book by its cover. especially a girl. those are books you could read your entire life and never understand,” jay snorts, and soojin and yujin exchange an exasperated look when jake hollers out an ‘amen brother!’.

“i don’t know. i don’t think girls are really all that hard to understand,” sunghoon announces his presence, unwrapping the bandages on his knuckles as he joined the team in the sparring room. he was a boxing aficionado as of late and had taken to doing some boxing training in solitude before training with the rest of the team.

he’d tried to hook soojin and jake on it but soojin had incinerated the boxing gloves and jake had accidentally phased right though the sandbag. needless to say, boxing became more of a sport of solitude after that.

“of course our resident player says that; that’s how he gets all the girls to fall for him,” jake teases and sunghoon just rolls his eyes.

“i’m not a player.”

“says the man who hasn’t dated a woman for longer than three months at a time.” yujin crosses her arms over her chest as though she was daring sunghoon to challenge her statement.

“that doesn’t mean i’m a player.”

“can you count the number of women you’ve dated on all of your appendages?”

“does my tongue count?”

“gross.”

y/n’s eyes dart back and forth between yujin and sunghoon, and sunghoon is almost taken aback to the night before, with artemis and him going back and forth with their usual banter. ah. while the other members of the team knew to just ignore the two of them (or watch, if they wanted some entertainment for the day), y/n probably thought they were genuinely fighting.

it wasn’t as though she had many friends to banter with and the ‘friends’ that she did have weren’t exactly the bantering type. sunghoon shudders as he tries to imagine vandal savage engaging in harmless banter.

“did you hurt yourself?” y/n says softly, nodding at sunghoon’s bandages that were balled up in his fist. he looks down, eyebrows furrowed before realization strikes him.

“oh no, these aren’t bandages because i’m hurt; these are wraps that boxers wear to keep their fists protected when they’re boxing,” sunghoon says and even jake (who’s usually the most oblivious one of them all) can sense the shift in sunghoon’s tone when addressing y/n. where sunghoon was prone to having a rather stoic first impression, he was soft and gentle when speaking to y/n.

my bet’s that they’re gonna kiss in the next three weeks,jake says through the mind link.

i’m going for four, jay contests. sunghoon tries not to make the indignant feeling bubbling in his chest too obvious on his face.

i wouldn’t put it past sunghoon, but i’m giving the girl two months. i don’t think she really understands how romance works, yujin points out.

she’s watched the notebook. she knows what romance is, soojin disagrees.

“are you guys having a conversation without me in your minds?” y/n asks, glancing between them, and the team belatedly realizes that the room had been silent for too long to be appropriate. especially not with sunghoon looking at the rest of them as though he wanted to throw something sharp and pointy at them.

y/n crosses her arms over her chest and for the first time, sunghoon saw sheer disappointment on her face. the look made his chest tight and for some reason, he really didn’t want to see that look on her face directed towards him ever again. ever. “i really can’t tell if that’s really cool or…really, really rude.”

“sorry, it was something really stupid,” yujin says, trying appease y/n. her expression doesn’t give any leeway, and soojin makes her way over to y/n to nudge her slightly.

“really, it was super stupid. but that doesn’t mean that it wasn’t rude. sorry y/n. we’ve grown rusty with welcoming new people when all of us are together since we haven’t had a new member since…well, since yujin,” she explains and y/n finally uncrosses her arms and sighs.

“it’s fine - i mean, i get that you guys have a super important history together and i would never do anything to try and intrude on that,” y/n concedes.

“look, i’m really sorry,” sunghoon says and y/n’s shoulders melt in the slightest when he does - something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the group.

“it’s okay. now - uh, who do i shoot with a fireball first?”

“i thought you were just watching?”

“what can i say? i’m all fired up.”

“you and i are going to get along just fine.”

“shut up, kid.”

[march 19, 20XX, 10:21 A.M.] [mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]

“break - break! jesus christ, what have they been feeding you in that other dimension?” jake wheezes, pressing a hand to his chest as he tries to catch his breath. y/n blinks innocently from where she’s standing on the other side of the mat, looking rather unfazed by the whole experience.

“uh, human food, i’m pretty sure. no ovens or refrigerators, remember?” y/n points out and jake blinks, now on the other side of the room, mid-bite as he was scarfing down a 7,000 calorie protein bar made specially for him.

“it was a rhetoric question,” he says in between bites and y/n nods as though she were taking mental note.

“right. uh - so who am i sparring next?” she says, awkwardly holding her hands out in the same position as she had done so before - effective, if jake’s wheezing is to say anything, but clearly off in practicality and skill.

“how about you spar with me?” sunghoon offers, casting his boxing gloves on the bench. he’d taken a break to watch y/n and see how she would adapt to a sudden situation where she could only rely on instinct rather than her underdeveloped pyretic skills, only to realize just how far behind she was in technical skill.

but if there was anything that her match with jake had indicated, what she lacked in technical skill, she made up for in sheer ability, with her ability to nearly predict what her opponent was going to do - even if said opponent was operating at superhuman speeds.

sunghoon figures that it’s a trauma response developed to sort of predict the behaviors of those around her in such an unpredictable environment. she also had a tendency to rely on her feet instead of her hands, which was a good thing when facing an opponent such as kid flash, who relies on his speed and arm skills and disadvantageous for pretty much everyone else.

“be careful, newbie. sunghoon’s undefeated against all of us except for yujin,” jay warns from where he’s also taking a break next to jake, soojin not far from him.

“i only beat him that one time he broke his leg,” yujin points out, but she’s quickly shushed by jake, who says something along the lines of, “don’t lose your street cred in front of your girlfriend.”

yujin, of course, lobs a sweaty towel at him shortly thereafter, but it was the thought that counted.

“should i be nervous?” y/n asks, and sunghoon shakes his head before stepping into the ring.

“don’t worry - i’m not trying to beat you or anything; i just want to correct a few small mistakes i’ve been seeing,” sunghoon explains gently, watching y/n’s worried expression melt off her face, although her limbs were still stiff with anticipation.

sunghoon steps one foot forward, to which y/n lunges backwards, wary and apprehensive of every move sunghoon made. “i’ m not going to hurt you, y/n.”

y/n nods, but it’s clear that she’s scared witless and sunghoon crosses his hands over each other to form a ‘t’ to indicate a time-out, casually walking forward towards y/n in hopes of making her feel more at ease.

but no sooner does he get within a foot of her does she lunge forward rather brashly, causing sunghoon to stumble backwards and toppling downwards - just barely saving himself by flipping over so that he was in a pushup position.

“get him while he’s down!” he hears yujin cry.

“i can’t believe a noob is about to beat sunghoon!” jake exclaims.

“oh my god, i can’t watch,” soojin says, her fingers crossed in front of her face with enough space that it was clear her eyes were 100% still watching.

“i might have never been taught how to fight - ” y/n begins, sweeping at sunghoon’s arms so that he would fall. he just barely avoids it by rolling forward, crouched on the balls of his feet as he watches y/n carefully. “ - but i did learn a thing or two about how to stay unsuspicious.”

“i’ll give you that,” sunghoon concedes after standing up, dipping into a gentleman’s bow, twirling out of the way when y/n tries to take the moment to push sunghoon down. “but it’s not enough to take me down.”

“i don’t doubt it,” y/n admits, awkwardly holding her arms out in what it she deemed to be a ‘threatening offense’ as she carefully circled the fight space, mirroring sunghoon’s movements.

“you don’t seem very bogged down by the truth,” he remarks and a catty smile flashes across y/n’s lips before disappearing just as soon as it had appeared.

“you don’t seem to be very discontent in my inability to take you down,” y/n throws back lightly.

“how long are they going to keep doing that?” jay whispers to soojin, who still has her fingers spread across her face, her face strangely tinted pink rather than her usual pale pallor.

“keep flirting or keep fighting?” yujin snorts from the other side of jay, ducking out of reach when soojin leans over to push yujin.

“they’ll hear you!” soojin shushes and jake rolls his eyes with a goodnatured shake of the head.

“the only person who has super hearing is jay and he’s sitting right next to you. i doubt they’re going to be able to hear us from forty feet away,” jake points out and soojin harrumphs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“we don’t know if y/n has super hearing,” soojin reminds the group and the three of them simultaneously face forward to see if y/n was listening to their conversation. either she was an incredible actress or she genuinely couldn’t hear anything because by the time they refocus on the scene in front of them, sunghoon’s warding off another well timed kick and the succeeding side swipe.

but what he doesn’t account for is y/n’s ability to turn around nearly as fast as sunghoon to try and land a punch. and while sunghoon does manage to swat away y/n’s fist, she’s unable to recover as quickly as sunghoon as she loses her balance trying to beat sunghoon. and sunghoon, in his panic to try and shield y/n’s fall, manages to topple downwards with her.

down, down, down until suddenly, every inch of y/n’s body is pressed against his own. from her toes to her - to her lips, pressed against sunghoon’s and although y/n’s powers are pyrokinetics, sunghoon feels as though his entire body has been doused in cold water as he realizes that technically, he is kissing y/n. or honestly, she’s kissing him but somehow the logistics of the situation are lost on sunghoon when he looks into her eyes, wide-eyed and confused.

have y/n’s eyes always been so…so bright?

it’s only when jay coughs obnoxiously loudly that he remembers his audience, and it seems that this is an adequate reminder for y/n as well, who rolls off of him rather unceremoniously.

the room is silent, almost painfully so as sunghoon and y/n seemingly process what just happened.

ardor - win. sunghoon - loss. the mat rings out unhelpfully and y/n looks as though she’s rebooting as she rises to her feet.

“is there any way to correct the system? i - i don’t think i actually won. not with conventional tactics anyway,” she splutters as sunghoon also composes himself enough to get off the floor.

“a win is a win!” jake calls out, wincing when sunghoon shoots him a withering look. this seems to kickstart the rest of the team back to life as jay offers y/n a water bottle and soojin flashes an award-winning smile at her.

“not bad for your first day on the training mat,” yujin says, casually throwing an arm around y/n’s shoulders.

jake, seemingly haven shaken off sunghoon’s nonverbal warning rather quickly, turns to the still somewhat confused man with a shit-eating grin. “you lost. you know what that means, right?”

this catches jay’s attention as well as he appears at the scene of the crime with an equally frightening smirk. “i vaguely recall someone saying that if someone beat him - ”

“ - he’d be their personal servant for a month?” yujin finishes and soojin giggles, quickly trying to hide her grin when sunghoon’s glare transfers from the terrible threes and lands on her instead.

“oh, oh no - i’m so sorry!” y/n exclaims, her face twisted into an expression somewhere in between guilt, shame, confusion, and anxiety. “please don’t regard this as a loss; the…accident from before was completely my fault and that wasn’t an official sparring match so - so that shouldn’t count as a win and you shouldn’t be held to those conditions.”

yujin watches as sunghoon turns to her, his gaze growing soft but somewhat guarded as he shakes his head with a good-natured smile.

“you won. there is no changing the system. and besides, in the field, one must be prepared for sorts of conditions and trials; it was my own fault that i lost so i must uphold the conditions i proposed,” sunghoon says but the words don’t seem to appease y/n’s mind at all.

soojin seems to notice as she steers y/n towards the exit of the training room.

“y/n, trust me. when it comes to wins from sunghoon, you take them where you can get them,” she says and y/n just nods, which is as much of a concession of her victory as soojin figures she’s gonna get.

yujin’s left in the training room with sunghoon by the time jake and jay gather their belongings also start to file out the training room (but not before jake smirks at sunghoon, indicating that they were gonna talk later).

“stop thinking so much,” yujin says, arms folded across her chest. sunghoon rolls his eyes before heading over to the bench to pick up his bandages and boxing gear.

“i’m not thinking,” sunghoon says and yujin snorts.

“normally, i’d love to agree with that statement but you’re overthinking and every single one of us can tell. including y/n.” yujin nods to y/n’s receding figure before turning back to sunghoon with an unimpressed look. “it was an accident.”

“i know,” sunghoon says, a little too quickly. “i mean, i know.”

yujin fixes him with a probing look before giving up, shrugging as she also starts to head out of the training room.

but it seems the surprises for the day are still abundant as y/n bursts into the room, looking more alarmed than yujin’s ever seen her before.

“don’t ask me how i know this but klarion’s back in town,” y/n trembles, eyes full of panic.

“and i think he knows where i am.”

#jnnul #sunghoon fic #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon angst #enhypen angst #enhypen #park sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon #young justice #young justice au

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licorice-tea · 1 year ago

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You’re An Angel When You Sleep

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x reader

Content: angst, drowning, a little “off-screen” violence, hurt/comfort, near death experience

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: literally wrote this in between classes so hopefully it doesn’t feel too rushed! not edited super closely yet, the grammar might be a little off. inspired by the song “Around The Bend” by Pearl Jam, specifically the last verse <3

Edited 2/28/24

Law is sinking, and there’s nothing he can do.

People call it “The Curse of The Sea.” They say that “she” turns her back on you when you eat a devil fruit. It’s simply the price to pay for such immense power.

And he has never had to worry about it before. His devil fruit ability affords him the security of being to prevent trips into the ocean. Not that he ever would fall- Law is far too careful a man- but he has plenty of crewmates and friends/allies that could somehow knock him overboard.

How sickening, that the first time it actually happened was at the hands of an enemy. And how disappointing, that it had only happened because of his own pride. A foolish disregard of taking caution while standing close to the railing on the enemy ship, when one of his opponent’s underlings threw something that didn’t even really hurt, but sent him overboard. In the midst of a battle where everyone was expected to hold their own- Law could expect no help as he plunged into icy waters.

It’s cold enough as it is, and his curse does nothing to help. He tries his hardest to stay conscious- perhaps he can still use his power if he thinks hard enough. People awaken their devil fruits all the time, so there’s no reason why he can’t do it now. But, no matter how badly he wants to simply teleport back to the deck of the ship, he can’t. The feeling of impending doom only serves to weaken his resolve, and soon enough Law is unwillingly giving up and giving in to the sea.

He’s about 10-12 meters down now. The weight of the water makes it feel nearly impossible to hold his breath for longer, so he lets out an exhale ever so slowly.

But no one is coming, and it’s time to accept his fate. “This is it,” he thinks, “just another pirate lost to the sea. That’s how it ends for me.”

He takes a moment to reflect on life up until now. So much pain and suffering, but in the end he just can’t stop remembering what little good there has been. His crew, who, no matter how much they bothered him, were his family. His blood family and Corazon, who he hopes to see again soon if there is any sort of afterlife. Then there’s you- with your uncanny ability to make him smile and laugh, your clever personality and friendly nature, all your strength and intelligence, and seemingly unwavering good morals. Law feels he barely deserves to have known you in this life, let alone fall in love with you as he has. Which is why he never shared his feelings with you or anyone, in all the time you’d been on his crew. Before this moment, he’d at least had the comfort of knowing there would always be the future, and therefore more time to open up to you figure out his feelings.

“How foolish.”

Law is just about to close his eyes- at least then it might be a more peaceful demise- when there’s a splash that breaks the surface of the waves. His eyes shoot wide open as he tries to figure out what it is, as it’s rather difficult to see clearly with his vision blurring and on the verge of losing consciousness.

All he can be sure of is that it’s a person. The light from above the waves surrounds their silhouette giving them an angelic halo, but simultaneously blocking out all their features from his view.

Law wonders, “Are you here to seal my fate? To ensure I don’t find some way out of this?” If he could, he’d ask that they do it quickly. Still, that painfully hopeful little part of his mind can’t help but come out in what are more than likely his last moments alive. “Or, are you here to save me? Are you gonna give me a second third chance at this? I don’t deserve it, but I will accept it. I’ll use it to do more; work harder, fulfill every goal. Confess to y/n.”

And that hopeful streak seems to take over his body as he uses his last iota of strength to reach upwards. Law’s angel continues swimming downward, but he can’t hold his breath long enough to see them reaching out to him, too.

His last thought is of you. He swears he can see your face on this mystery person as they get closer; your pretty eyes and lips, your hair swirling around your form underwater. Could it actually be… No, he doubts you’d even seen him falling overboard. But maybe he’s already dead, and you really are an angel. Law doesn’t get the chance to fully consider either reality though, as he finally blacks out.

“Gimme gimme gimme… a man after midnight…”

This is how Law taught you to do CPR on someone whose heart had stopped. Years ago, when you were struggling with keeping count of 100-120 beats per minute, he told you to “think of a song with the same count.” Most everyone’s go-to CPR song is “Stayin’ Alive.” But, you prefer the classic ABBA song. You pause every 30 compressions to administer 2 breaths, and as you remove your lips from his, a thought crosses your mind. “He looks so peaceful like this.” And even while unconscious, he’s handsome… angelic, even. Nevertheless, you’d much rather have an alive and annoyed looking Law than a dead and calm one.

“Is there a soul out there… Someone to hear my-”

Law coughs suddenly, and shoots up into a sitting position, gasping for breath.

“Law!” You throw your arms around his neck, nearly knocking the man back over.

And though he’s still catching his breath and coming to his senses, he lets you, and puts an arm around your back. “Y/n,” another cough, “what happened?”

You release him (much to his disappointment) and explain how the fight had ended soon after the crew lost sight of him; their captain. And, while the others quickly overtook the enemies, you dove overboard where you’d last seen him. It was pure luck, though guided by your intuition, that you found Law beneath the surface.

“Then I swam over here-“

“Which is where?”

You nod in the direction behind him. “Just around the bend from the harbor. The Polar Tang and the enemy’s ship can be seen from there, so I thought it’d be best to hide while you…”

“While I was dying.”

“Don’t say it like that,” you scold him with a frown, “you’re alive.”

“But I could have died.” Law says with very little pride. He sounds a little out of it, which makes sense considering the circumstances. “I could have died, and you saved me.”

“Well, any one of us would’ve, Captain-“

“Thank you, y/n.”

You shake your head bashfully. “It was no problem, really.” That’s a lie, and you both know it. The water in this part of the ocean is freezing, but through some incredible resolve that you hadn’t been aware of before, you pushed through it. For him. “So… We should get back to the fight, yeah?”

You move to stand up from your place on your knees, but Law stops you. With his hand on your shoulder, he pulls you back down to his side. “You said the fight is over?”

“Mhm.”

“Then let’s just… stay here, for a moment.”

He leans toward you hesitantly, though you’re not sure if it’s because he feels weak or he just wants you to hold him again. Either way, you wrap your arms around him and rest your chin on his shoulder. You hold onto each other with gentle force, and you feel him exhale deeply.

“I need to tell you something.” Law mutters.

You pull back enough to see his face. “Right now? Can’t it wait, Law-“

“I can’t want any longer.” And he really can’t. He’d tell you about how he had mistaken you for a living, breathing angel another time. For now, he just needs to fulfill his promise to said angel (to you?), and confess his love for you.

“Ok… What is it?”

Law is very straightforward as he says it. “I’m in love with you.” And he makes it impossibly hard to return to the battle when he asks that you never leave him in this life, like so many others have. Which you promise not to, of course, though it’s not exactly your decision. You tell him that you love him too, and in turn demand that he doesn’t die on you, either. Law nods against you.

The two of you stay there a while longer, in each other’s arms around the bend.

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detectivestucks · 10 months ago

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A Jealous Hokage XIV

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader x Obito

Summery: The confrontation between you, Kakashi, and Obito does not go well resulting in Obito visiting you at your new job to apologize. Lady Tsunade gets involved.

Warnings: NSFW, dom kink, knee riding, squirting, slight choking, nipple play, anal play, unprotected penetration

Word Count: 7.7k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Part 13 New Here? Check out Part 1

A/N: Okay, so not as long but still long...but we're so close to the end!

Kakashi was starting to zone out at his desk when suddenly Obito comes bursting into his office.

“KAKASHI WE NEED TO TALK!”

Kakashi’s heart drops to his feet when he sees you suddenly in his presence caked in blood.

“Y/N, what happened?!”

You look up at Kakashi feeling flustered and embarrassed. Your brain was still reeling from the scene you left no more than three minutes prior. You begin to open your mouth to speak when Kakashi cuts you off.

“Wait, Obito, why are you-? How are either of you-”

There is no need for him to finish his question. Obito was following you just as Kakashi told him not to do and he teleported you here after you got yourself into trouble.

“Nevermind.” he says trying to collect his composure but still passing Obito a glare as to say he would deal with his insubordination later.

“She was attacked by the Stone!”

“Why would our allies attack her?! I just got a raven from the Tsuchikage-”

“One of their Black Ops didn’t trust her and he corralled three others to attack!”

“Eight others” you interject. “I’ll have you know I fought off five of them by myself. Stop treating me like I’m weak Obi!”

Yes, you were grateful to Obito for saving you but you knew exactly what he was trying to do by running to Kakashi like this.

“If you’re so strong why did I have to come and save you?!”

“Are we really going to ignore the fact that I was up against nine shinobi, one of whom was Anbu, and I held my own until help arrived?!”

“Yes! Cause help had to arrive!” Obito shouts.

“Wait, why did you have to wait for help to arrive, where is Naruto?” Kakashi suddenly chimes in.

“Exactly” Obito states, rounding on Kakashi “Where was your golden boy, Kakashi? He was nowhere to be seen while she was pinned to a tree!”

Kakashi’s face flashed a look of heartbreak. He scanned over your blood stained skin and uniform. He could only imagine how you felt pinned to that tree. Nine men had ambushed you. He never thought there would be so many people hunting you at once, nor did he think it would happen so soon. This was a mistake.

You saw the look on Kakashi’s face for what it was, your days outside the village walls were over.

“I believe Naruto was poisoned by the food they gave us.” you finally say, hoping it might help the situation. But Obito’s fury immediately undoes your efforts.

“How does he get himself fuckin poisoned, Y/N?! He’s one of the strongest shinobi in the world but he can’t tell his food’s been poisoned?!” Obito is livid and he turns towards Kakashi. “If you had just listened to me this would’ve never happened! She’s lucky I showed up when I did!”

“You need to calm down Obito!” you shout.

He’s only making the situation worse as you watch the wheels turn in Kakashi’s head. “You didn’t need to go into a full susanoo to cut down four men. Clearly you’re letting your emotions get the better of you!”

“And you need to stop being so calm about this, Princess! I told you that you were going to get yourself killed!”

“Well if that’s how you feel, then I guess you didn’t do a good enough job training me!”

“ENOUGH!” Kakashi was through listening to you bicker. “Obito, where is Naruto?”

“Probably back by the Stone.”

“When we’re done, go get him. He probably needs medical care.”

“Fine.”

“Y/N” You gulp. Your nerves are on edge. You still had so much adrenaline coursing through your body from the fight in the woods, not to mention your current confrontation.

“You’re done going on missions.”

“Kakashi no!”

“It’s too dangerous. You’ve only done three visits and look what’s happened.”

“I’m not going back to my desk!”

“You are and you will! Look at yourself! Do you really think you can walk into my office covered in blood and expect me to keep sending you out of the village?!”

“That’s not fair! Obito’s the reason I was doused in blood! It wasn’t nearly as bad as it looks!”

“NINE ninja, Y/N! Nine!”

“Kashi-”

“Lord Sixth!”’ he corrects.

You fall silent. Was he seriously asking you to call him by his title right now?! A title to which he hates being called? Hell no. You chew on the inside of your cheek, brows furrowed as you pull your courage together.

“You know what ‘Lord Sixth’? I’m done.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Kakashi lets out an exasperated sigh, “Y/N-”

“No my Lord, I’m done. Accept my resignation and don’t bother chasing after me. We're through.”

Kakashi lifts his head as he is stunned into silence. He’s not sure if his heart is even beating as his brain contemplates your words.

You begin to cry as you talk, “After all the shit you put me through, I’m finally happy and you think you can just take it away after two missions?!”

“Y/N you almost died” Obito tries to help

“Stay out of this Obito! You’ve done enough!”

Obito quickly shrinks away, his eyes darting over to Kakashi, still frozen like a statue. His only movements come from the tears leaking out of the corners of his glazed eyes.

“This relationship is over.” A salty stream is freely pouring down your cheeks. “I can’t live like this anymore Kashi! I’m done.”

You run from his office towards your own. Rushing to go gather your things. You slam your office door open startling Shiho who was working late.

She shouts your name in surprise as she clutches her chest. The sight of your crimson body, blood dried everywhere except for a trail of clean skin carved down your cheeks by the hot tears falling from your eyes, was frightening.

“I’ve resigned, Shiho. I’m sorry.”

“Y/N are you alright?”

You ignore her question and just gather your many textbooks in your arms. They were heavy but thanks to the adrenaline that had yet to expire, you’re able to carry them just fine.

You storm out of headquarters and speed walk to your apartment, scaring several people in the streets as you go. With each step towards home you start to feel the tiredness creep in. Adrenaline finally slipping away.

For the first time in your life, you were without a job, a plan, or a goal. All you knew, as you sniffle back your emotions, is that this chapter with Kakashi is closed.

********************************************

“Hi Ms. Sarutobi! You getting flowers for your mom again?”

You smile at little Mirai. She came into the Yamanaka flower shop at least twice a week to buy flowers for Kurenai. Her messy dark locks and chubby little cheeks were just the sweetest. She stopped by on her way home from preschool whenever she was thinking about her mom. Every time you look into her red eyes, you find yourself hoping that one day you have a kid as thoughtful as her.

“Yes Miss Yamanaka! Can I have camellias for my mommy and lilies for my daddy?”

“You going to visit daddy today too?”

“Yes miss!”

“Well tell him I say hi!” you chipper as you wrap both of the bouquets separately

“Okay Miss Yamanaka!”

“Have a good day!!” you wave as Mirai’s little body leaves your aunt’s flower shop. The bouquets standing nearly as tall as her.

You have been working at the Yamanaka flower shop for the past few weeks. Taking on temporary pay while you figure out what you’re going to do long term. How drastically different your life is today than it was a year ago. What were you thinking trying to date someone like Kakashi? For someone so smart, how could you act like such an idiot? It was hard not to fall for the stupid silver-haired genius. He was everything you could’ve ever wanted... but at what cost?

The good news is that Kakashi had respected your request to not have him chase after you. He hadn’t tried to come talk to you or see you since the night of your resignation, which you appreciated. Despite initiating the break up, you were still utterly shattered over the entire ordeal. You didn’t think you had it in you to see how poorly Kakashi was probably doing right now. You know you hurt him. He had envisioned marrying you and honestly, you thought you would. The two of you had been together for over a year.

All this craziness started a year ago.

It’s a wild thought to have. If you had just kept your hands to yourself…you’d probably have been a well respected department head instead of working at a flower shop. Or maybe if you had just chosen Obito when he first asked you on a date. How different would your life be?

You wipe off your hands and walk to the back of the flower shop to take a break.

Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen Obito since the night of your resignation either. You would’ve thought he’d be the first one to knock on your door the second you and Kakashi called it quits. Perhaps his feelings for you were just born out of competition with Kakashi. That thought adds to the crushing weight over your heart.

Was none of it real?

You’re lost in your thoughts for hours as you take care of the customers entering the shop. You paint a smile on your face while your melancholy brain churns in the background.

Eventually you walk up to the door and flip the 'open' sign to 'close.' Wiping the sweat off your brow, you take off your apron, laying it on the counter and head to the back. As you disappear, you hear the bell ring behind you.

“Shop’s closed!” you sing to the stranger

“Come on, have a heart” you hear a familiar voice rasp. “I was looking for some flowers to apologize to a beautiful woman.”

“Obito?”

Your head perks up and you rush out onto the shop floor. He stands there as handsome as ever, scarred face looking a mix of cocky and sheepish.

“Princess”

“Obito” your heart floods with warmth but then you remember what he said “So you-you’re getting flowers for your girlfriend?”

“Well she’s not my girlfriend, but someone I care about very much.”

“I see.” you say, slightly chewing on your lip as you look around at flowers you think would be appreciated by any woman waiting for an apology.

“So what’d you do that you need to apologize for?”

“I’m the reason she quit her job and broke up with her boyfriend.”

You stand up straight, your eyes flashing over to him. Obito strides up to you, standing dangerously close.

“Princess” he grabs your hand, holding it gingerly in his “I’m sorry. I freaked out when I saw you pinned against that tree and I-” he closes his eyes trying to force out the words, “I acted on emotion instead of what was best for you.”

Tears well up on your lash line before spilling out onto your cheeks. You had no idea how bad you needed to hear those words.

“Obito…thank you.”

“I should’ve come sooner but I didn’t want to come when the break up was fresh. I-I wanted to give you time to heal. I’m so sorry that I contributed to your pain.”

You lunge forward, wrapping your arms around Obito’s neck, burying your face under his jaw. He wraps his arms around your waist holding you close.

“Thank you Obito, I really needed to hear that.”

“I’m so sorry Princess. I would do anything to make you happy.”

“You’d do anything?”

“Anything” he breathes into your neck.

You lift your face so that your glassy eyes could stare into his chestnut ones. You stand there in silence, lost in each other's gaze when you see Obito’s eyes fall to your lips. Your mouth parts as you're about to speak when Obito closes his eyes and leans in for a kiss.

Your eyes flutter closed as his lips crash into your’s. They’re soft but firm, working perfectly against your own. You can sense the faint smell of a campfire mixing with his musk. The trademark of an Uchiha’s fire nature. His lips move slowly, savoring your taste, not wanting to rush anything about this moment. He inhales deeply, and in doing so, not only allows your pheromones to consume him but take control.

He starts to suck on your bottom lip, pulling a small moan from you as you open your mouth, allowing the kiss to deepen, pushing your tongue into his cavern. He grants you access with a quiet moan of his own. The sound leaving you dizzy. Your tongues dance together as sparks fly between you. It feels like time is slowing down but your pulse still quickens. One hand travels up to his unkempt mane while the other digs into the muscles of his back. He grunts and steers you into the nearby wall, slamming you up against it as he continues to explore the inside of your mouth with his pink muscle.

One of his hands travels down to your hip and rubs light circle over it, occasionally allowing his fingers to sink into the flesh of your behind as he presses his pelvis into yours. The sounds of his satisfied humming ring loudly in your ears. The noises and feelings of being desired so primally fill you with lust. He had wanted this for so many months and now you were finally giving it to him. Allowing him to taste the fruit that had been forbidden for so long. The way his body responded to yours fueled your veins with fervor.

Obito pulls your leg up to wrap around his waist as he continues to grind into you. Lips never breaking from the heated kiss you share. You can feel the bulge in his pants begin to grow. It presses harder and harder against your center and you begin to drool thinking about how it would feel between your legs. Your soft moans grow needier and Obito can’t help himself. He grabs both of your hands, stealing them from off his body and lacing his fingers with yours. He slams the back of your hands up against the wall behind you.

Your leg falls from his waist and lands outside his leg. Desperate for friction you begin to rub against his thigh. His kiss has you worked up and you feel the arousal form from the coiling in your core.

Obito smiles into the kiss.

“Geez Princess. You feelin that desperate that you're trying to get off on my knee?”

“Yes” you pant, “need…more”

Obito begins to rock his leg up and down, rutting it up between your legs as you grind your folds against him. Slick is seeping out into your underwear as you let the fabric covering your sex tug at your clit. Losing all sense of shame, you moan loudly into his mouth, grinding harshly against him.

Obito feels as if he’s died and gone to heaven. You on the other hand hadn’t been touched since before your last mission. It had been nearly two months without so much as self gratification and now that someone was paying attention to you, you were greedily chasing your high. But this wasn’t just someone; this was Obito. A man who loves you, who’s saved you, who takes care of you when you need him. You begin to fiend for him. Your arms struggle against the wall wanting to grab him, scratch and claw at his back, pull his hair, but Obito’s grip only tightens as a smug chuckle leaves his lips.

“Never thought I’d see the day where you want me more than I want you... I’m going to enjoy this.”

Your breathing labors, you’re kissing him harder, pushing your chest into him. You were straining to soak up as much of him as possible, needing to fuse his body with yours. Your mind was swimming with lust as you felt the familiar build in your center. The spring coiled tighter and the intensity of your motions grew until the coil finally snapped.

Your breathing hitched as your walls clenched around nothing. Your heart racing fast in your chest as you fall limp against his muscular body.

Obito brings your arms back to his neck as his finger moves under your jaw, lifting your chin so that you are looking up at him again.

“I hope you weren’t going to get yourself off and just leave me like this.” He says as he seductively pushes his erection into you. An involuntary moan passes your lips and your eyes slightly cross at the thought of him inside of you.

“I’ll take that as a no.” he chuckles, “You weren’t going to forget about me.”

You feel your very mushy mind further dissolve into soup as his raspy tone resonates in your ear. Fuck, he’s so hot. How did you resist him all this time? How much loyalty must you have had for Kakashi to not allow yourself to fall helplessly into Obito’s web? It didn’t matter anymore, you were free to get caught in his snare and be devoured by him.

You close your eyes and lean into his mouth, taking custody of his bottom lip between your teeth and pulled back. As it slips from your grasp you open your eyes and with a serious glare you whisper two words Obito’s only heard in his dreams, “Take me.”

Obito’s eyes flash from brown to red as his sharingan takes over and his breathing becomes heavy. He lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist and carries you over to the flower shop counter, setting you down and tearing off your clothes.

His mouth is all over yours in a much sloppier kiss as he rids your delicate frame of the concealing fabric. You claw off his shirt, anxious to lick and nip as the muscle underneath. The more skin that’s exposed, the more your lips stray from his mouth, tracing along his jaw, his scars and the column of his neck. You were sucking and biting and marking him without shame or care of who might see his bruises. The sexiest moans come from him each time you release your mouth after leaving a new mark. The slick already dripping out of your bare cunt puddles on the countertop with each sound from his lips.

Your hands make quick work of the front of his pants, pulling them down so that his hardened member springs out, slapping him in his abdomen. You bite your lip as your eyes widen in hunger, looking down on his manhood.

White precum oozes at the tip, leaking out a physical sign of his immense desire. You smear it with your thumb before bringing it to your mouth. Looking Obito dead in the eyes as you suck it off your thumb. He swears his heart stops as he watches your lips wrap around the digit and sees your cheeks hollow.

His jaw drops and his breathing becomes ragged. Your hands return to his erection, holding him at the base as you drop a glob of spit on his tip, letting it drip down before stroking him. Your spit acts to lubricate your hand as you tug along his shaft. Obito pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, dying to close his eyes from the blissful pleasure of your small hands wrapped around his length but he can’t bring himself to look away.

As your hands graze up and down you admire the curve of his member and the large veins running its course. You imagine how his shape will feel buried inside of you. How it will brush against all those spots that bring tears to your eyes. Before you realize it, a drop of drool falls from your lips and you quickly look up to see if Obito noticed. Your eyes are met with his and the cockiest smirk stretches his lips.

“You droolin over my cock, Princess?”

A flush covers your cheeks and you mumble, “Maybe a little.”

You cast your eyes down in embarrassment when Obito’s hand fists your hair and pulls back till your gaze meets his intense carmine stare.

“What was that?” he rasps

You swallow as you stare down your nose into his hungry glare

“Yes sir. I was drooling over your cock.”

Obito licks his teeth before his seductive smile splits his face. Keeping his tight grip on your hair, he leans into your ear and hums. “Don’t worry baby, you can have this cock all to yourself.”

“Thank you sir”

Obito’s eyes close as he groans at your words. He kicks his pants off the rest of the way and slots his manhood between your lower lips, sliding in its entirety with no preparation needed. You were sopping wet, anxious to have him inside of you and it was everything he made it seem in his genjutsu.

Just the insertion alone stole your breath and formed a creamy ring around his base.

“Gods damn, Princess. So fuckin tight”

Obito’s breathing was labored by the feeling of finally, finally having your walls restrict around him. It was better than any dream he had or any genjutsu he conjured. This was the most surreal moment of his existence. He pulls your forehead up to his and rests them together.

“I love you y/n, I fuckin love you with every fiber of my being.” There it is. The words he’s been dying to tell you. The ones dancing on the tip of his tongue for months. He finally said them out loud.

“Obito I-”

But you don’t have a chance to finish because he pulls you into another heated kiss. One hand tangled in your hair, the other wrapped around your upper body, pulling you into him as he begins to stroke in and out of you. You start to moan into his mouth from the strokes. It felt so sinfully good. His tip brushes all the right places and his girth stretches you wide. You feel stuffed full and you can’t get enough of him.

“M’gonna take care of this cute pussy and give her all the attention she deserves.”

“Yes sir, thank you”

“Keep callin me sir and I won’t be able to control myself, Princess.”

Obito’s strokes become harsher causing you to flail your head back in bliss, loud moans spilling from your open mouth.

His harsh snaps increase in speed and your brows pinch together in agonizing pleasure. “I’m sorry sir!” you cry as you lose all dignity. “I just want you to keep stuffing me with your cock.”

Animalistic grunts rumble from Obito’s chest, his pace quickening. The slapping sounds of his balls beating against your wet cheeks fill the room. Your creamy arousal seeping out and coating everything between your thighs, his entire pelvis, the entirety of your rear, and a good portion of the counter. You’re consumed by desire and can’t help the deadly grip it has over your body.

Obito’s speed picks up another notch and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your body falls limp on the counter as you’re fucked stupid on his length. Each of Obito’s hands grab both of your breasts as he uses them as leverage for his thrusts. Your body bounces off of Obito’s hips with each collision but he holds you at the counter’s edge by the grip on your tits.

His face dives into your chest, licking and sucking on each nipple as if it were his to own. He’d teeth on one while his fingers rolled the other causing you to choke on your own groans. It was filthy the way you consumed each other. The long build up of sexual tension all spilling out here on the flower shop counter.

While still sucking on your nipple, he shifted one of your legs over his shoulder to deepen the angle. You gasped at how far he reached, his tip brushing all the right spots. You fear your eyes might permanently cross from the pleasure. Rhythmic moans are pushed out of you to the beat of Obito’s hips. Your hands clutching onto his midnight strands, nails digging into his scalp as his tongue unrelentingly laps at your buds.

“Obito I-I’m gonna-m’gonna…”

“Say it pretty girl. Use your words.”

“M’gonna cum!”

Almost as if granting you permission, Obito pistons into you at rapid fire not just pushing you over the edge but launching you there. He wraps one arm around the back of your neck and the other pinches one of your nipples, tugging it harshly. When you cum it sprays out like a geyser, soaking his chest and dripping down his legs. You had made a huge mess and it thrilled him.

He pulls out of you to lap at your sex. His tongue poking in and scooping out the mix of cum and spray, feasting on your labia like a man starved. It was overstimulating and you were flinching and spasming with each minute movement.

“Obiiiiiii” you scream

Your entire core tenses up, you abdominals become sore from how tight you're squeezing.

“Please!”

You’re thrashing from sensitivity but his grip around your legs only increases. He restrains you with all his strength, too lost in his own ambitions to let you slip away. He’s gone deaf to your cries. All his senses honed in on your taste. How soft your skin is against his tongue, how sweet your creamy cum is. He licks in and around your entire sex, consuming as much of your essence as he can.

When he’s finally full he flips you over like a doll and sinks in from behind. Your eyes once again crossing from how his curve hits your squishy spots. Your panting and out of breath. You’re not sure how much more of this you can take but he’s not gonna stop till he gets his fill. He’s been waiting months for this moment. His unrequited love finally reciprocated.

He starts out slow, rolling his hips gently into yours. His still soaked front soiling your backside with each kiss of his pelvis. Every time he buried himself up to the hilt a guttural groan is pressed out of your diaphragm playing like music against his ear drum.

“Obi…thank…you.”

You say it in a soft tired whisper and a switch inside him flips.

His hands perched on your hips, grip you tightly as he begins to slam into you. Each collision sending a ripple of shockwaves through the flesh of your behind.

“Spread your cheeks.”

“Yes sir.”

Obito once more groans at the moniker. He shifts his hands up to your shoulders, giving him better leverage as you bounce off his thighs. He looks down watching how he disappears inside of you and it is a vision he will ingrain into his memory forever. He feels how his core tightens as he watches the wet slick coating his member grow more and more glossy.

Your cheek laying against the cool countertop is pried away by Obito’s hand slipping around your neck. His grip tightens and you gasp at the restriction, your fingers sinking deeper into your own spread cheeks.

Obito looks down noticing your neglected back door and spits on the puckered hole. He removes his other hand from your shoulder, trailing a finger down your spine all the way to where the spit pools at your sphincter. Chills populate down your spinal column as an involuntary whine slips past your throat. His constant pounding keeping your abdomen wound tight.

He pushes his finger in as you hiss, clenching around him in response. An amused hum flushes out of him as he begins to rim you. You cry his name between gasps of pleasure and he sinks his finger in deeper. He strokes it in and out of you till he finds where your walls clamp down on him and he begins to focus on that spot.

Stroking slightly with his finger and timing it with the thrusts of his pelvis. You dissolve into a babbling mess, nothing but a heap of flesh existing in this moment for Obito to use as he pleases. He tightens his grip on your neck, cutting off your nonsensical noises as he snaps into you impossibly fast. Your nails dig into your own skin leaving behind scratch marks on your backside as you cream around him, toppling over into another orgasm.

Watching the accumulation of your cum at his base spurs Obito on and he loses all control. He pulls his finger out of your rear and sinks his clutches back in your hair. He yanks on it, lifting your chest and arching your back like his personal whore. You lose grip of your cheeks and slam your palms against the countertop, supporting your weight as Obito pounds into you with his entire being, completely lost inside your velvet walls.

You scream as another intense orgasm wreaks havoc over your body and you spray everywhere. Obito looks down at the puddle you’ve created and shouts, “Fuck!”

He closes his eyes and grunts. His thighs clench as the tightness in his core breaks. His moans are deafening as he empties himself inside of you. Erratic strokes milking himself within your spasming walls.

“Shit. Fuck. Shit. I’m so sorry, Princess. I didn’t mean to bust in you like that.”

He pulls himself out quickly, shuttering at how his fast retreat brushed his sensitive tip, continuing to stroke himself so the rest of his cum empties on your backside.

“No.” you tiredly pant. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control.”

“Thank gods. I’m sorry, I got carried away.”

You stand on shaking legs to turn to him, grabbing his shoulders for stability. You breathily smile, tired eyes beaming at him. “It’s okay, really. I got carried away too.”

Just as you finish your sentence your legs give out and Obito catches you.

“Is there a bathroom or something we can clean ourselves off in?”

“Yeah, there’s one in the back.”

Obito scoops you up bridal style and carries you through your aunt’s shop to the bathroom, setting you down to help clean your sex and legs. Obito wipes off his chest, pelvis and thighs before picking you up again and carrying you to your clothes. He sits you down in a nearby chair, dressing you like a helpless fragile being. Kissing each part of your body before covering it with cloth.

Once you are decent, he goes and dresses himself, then heads back to the bathroom to get towels to clean up the mess on the shop’s counter and floor. You blush deeply as Obito remarks how much you squirted, forcing him to go retrieve additional towels.

You begin to swing your legs in the chair as you watch him. Eyes soaking up his muscular frame as he attentively mops up your mess.

When he is done, he turns to you. You notice how his eyes have turned back to their soft brown color. The intensity is gone and his loving nature returns, gushing from his very pores. He leans down and pecks your cheek.

“So where do we go from here?”

“I think for now, we go home.”

“Who’s home?”

“Mine of course.” you say with an innocent smile

Obito kisses your forehead. “Do you have any belongings you need to bring with you?”

“My pack is over there.”

He reaches over and grabs your bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he picks you up once more and uses Kamui to bring you home. He lowers you down onto your bed and plants a tender kiss on your lips before letting you go.

“I’m kinda hungry. You mind if we eat?”

“Sure Princess, what do you want?”

“We don’t have to go anywhere. I have leftovers in the fridge. Is that alright?”

“Of course.”

“You like dumplings?”

“They’re my favorite.”

You blush. “I guess that’s what they call serendipity.”

“I guess it is.”

You guide Obito over to your kitchen, holding his hand as you take out the dumplings and heat them up. Obito stands behind you the entire time, hugging you, unable to let you go. He was incredibly clingy but after these lonely weeks you welcomed it.

Once done eating you lay on the couch together, resting in Obito’s arms without the guilt of your feelings for Kakashi laying over your heart. Yes you still loved him but you weren’t built to date a celebrity. A normal relationship is what you need and Obito can give that to you. You nestle deeper into him, enjoying the bliss of something new.

Eventually you drag yourselves off the couch and get ready for bed. You phish out a new toothbrush for him to borrow and he strips down to his briefs, using them as his pajamas. You can’t help but ogle at how the gray spandex stretches over his bulge. He was definitely a shower, not a grower, and it was an arousing detail to note.

The two of you crawl into your bed, him spooning you from behind. As Obito wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, he thinks about how this was the happiest day of his existence. He knows he’ll never allow himself to forget it. Obito nudges your neck with his nose as he settles against you, the smell of your shampoo filling his nostrils and lulling him off to sleep. A deep satisfying and peaceful sleep that both of you found yourselves desperately needed.

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The morning sun filters through your curtains, splashing its rays over your faces. You squint as you look over your shoulder at Obito resting so peacefully behind you. You softly roll over in his arms, trying to get a better look at him.

Your fingerpads trailed along the scarlines of his face that tore deep into his skin yet added so much character to his square jawline. Your eyes flitted over his shaggy tuft of raven hair that never seemed to be combed down. But if you’re being honest with yourself, you preferred it that way. Your eyes then follow your hand as it grazes over his bicep. You notice the blend of white skin with his nude tone and marvel at the power of Hashiraman cells. Your fingertips begin to trace the veins that span the course of his arms, feeding oxygen to the bulky muscle built upon every bone in his body. The man was more in shape than Kakashi, which was saying something.

You folded your arms in between your chests and continued to gaze up at him. How could a man be so intimidating to everyone he meets yet to you he is nothing but warmth? You bury your face into his chest, not ready to wake up yet. You want to lay just a little longer in his arms before you begin your shift at the shop.

As you rest your head against his chest you hear him softly moan and tighten his embrace. It makes you smile knowing how happy Obito is to be sharing this moment with you. The love of an Uchiha is a powerful force. It’s hard to push away feelings so strong. To finally accept his affection felt easy and right. You just wish you could stop thinking about Kakashi. It hurt so much to even think his name. Yet everytime you open your eyes to look up at Obito, you see a reflection of Kakashi in his features.

“Mmmm…” you hear the grumbling of his groggy voice as he squeezes you during his morning stretch.

“Obi!” you squeal.

“Sorry Princess. Don’t wanna let go.” he sleepily says as he rubs his cheek against your hair.

“I don’t wanna get up either but I have to go to work in a few hours.”

“Perfect. We can cuddle for a few hours.”

You giggle at his neediness. “No, I have chores to do, Obi. I can’t lay in bed!”

“Lies. There’s no chores.”

“Obi…” you try to tickle him but he only squeezes you tighter. “Obi” you kiss his jaw. “I’d love” another kiss to his neck “to say and cuddle but” you kiss him one final time, “I have things to get done.”

“Do we have to get up?”

“Yes Obi” you giggle again.

Why is he so cute?

You squirm out of his arms and start getting dressed for the day. He lays in your bed and watches you. It’s not till you say that you need to shower that he fully gets out of bed, insisting that he needs to join you to ‘conserve water.’ After a little bit of fooling around, you finally get clean and dry off, ready to get started on your to-do list after a spot of breakfast. While finishing your food Obito suddenly changes the course of the conversation.

“Princess, when are you going to get a real job?”

You give Obito a bit of a glare for his phrasing of the question.

“Well, I haven’t quite decided what I’m doing yet. However, I’m very tempted by Lord Garra’s offer. I even visited the Sand last week to look at potential housing.”

Obito felt his heart drop to his stomach.

“You’re moving to the Sand?!”

“Well, it’s that or learn a whole new trade.”

“But you don’t need to go to the Sand to do translations! You can do that here at the Leaf!”

“I can’t Obi. You know that.”

“You can’t run away to the Sand just to avoid your ex boyfriend, Princess! Stop acting like a child!”

“I’m not acting like a child! I’m accepting a higher position with better pay! It’s a promotion and if you love me as much as I think you do, you’d be proud!”

“But…” He doesn’t want to say it but he can’t handle the idea of you running away just when he finally got you.

“You can visit me. You can teleport into the village whenever you want.”

“I’m not supposed to do that though. It could cause an international incident.”

“It hasn’t stopped you before.”

“That was different.”

“Was it?”

“Yes Princess! It was!”

“Obito, what’s the big deal?!”

“The big deal is your leaving! And over what?! Some drama with Kakashi!”

“It wasn’t just some drama Obito! You know that better than anyone else!”

Obito goes quiet before he speaks again

“Am I ever going to be enough?”

“What?” You felt disarmed by his question

“Enough for you to be happy? Enough for you to stay?”

His eyes look up at you, their full intensity boring into your stare. You don’t know what to say. Work is important to you. You don’t want to sacrifice it again. Especially not over a guy, not a second time.

“Obito…It’s not about if you’re enough. It’s about not repeating the same mistakes.”

“I…I um,” Obito is trying to hide his hurt but he feels the sudden need to be alone. “I’ll see you later, okay Princess?”

“Obito, I’m sorry!”

“We’ll talk later, okay?”

“Obito, please don’t leave.”

“Have a good day, Princess.”

He kisses the top of your head as he hugs you goodbye, ignoring your pleas to stay.

“Obito, wait!”

He closes the door and disappears, making a quick exit to avoid further hurt. You sit at your table a mess of emotions.

This morning had been so good. Why did he have to ask that stupid question?

You grab the plates off the table and go to deposit them in the sink before heading out to run your errands feeling your chest tighten as you think about Obito.

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Kakashi is back at headquarters holding an intelligence briefing with the elders, Sasuke, and your replacement. Lady Tsunade joins them after finally making it back to the village after an extended trip around the great nations, enjoying her retirement. Having nearly a year’s worth of events to catch up on, she was naturally invited.

“We believe these markings on the wall of the temple speak of a second divine tree that will be planted after a century.” The new intelligence officer states, “Based on the age, we believe that is only a few years away.”

“That’s very troublesome news. And we’re sure the translation is accurate?” Lord Hamura asks

“Admittedly we’re not. It was the best we could do with the resources we have.”

“What does Y/N think?” Lady Tsunade interjects

Kakashi scratches his temple and casts his eyes towards the floor.

“What? Did something happen?”

Sasuke clears his throat and speaks on Kakashi’s behalf. “She quit a few weeks back.”

“She what?!”

“She was unhappy about being taken off active duty after there was an incident with the Stone.”

“Why was she on active duty to begin with?! She was supposed to be Department Head!”

Tsunade’s anger towards the news of your resignation was only made worse by the confusion she felt. Lady Koharu speaks up to clarify.

“Well actually, after it was revealed that she was in a romantic partnership with Lord Sixth we had told her we could no longer accept her candidacy.”

“You WHAT?!”

Tsunade’s fuse was short and the news of everything that happened while she was away enjoying her retirement had it lit.

“It was a conflict of interest.”

“You IDIOTS! She’s the most talented linguist in the five great nations and you care about who she’s dating?!”

“As you can see, we were right to worry. She didn’t respond well to direct orders from Lord Sixth when it came to her last mission.”

“Well you see Lady Koharu, that was-” Kakashi barely had the strength to say the words out loud, “That was my fault.”

Tsunade stands to her full height, anger feuling her words, “You numbskull geezers fail to see the full picture. Who cares who she seeing? We need her! Kakashi, you better prepare to beg.”

“Lady Fifth, I-I don’t think she’ll hear what I have to say right now.”

“Fine. I guess it’s up to me to fix the mess you three created.” The look of fire in her eyes has the entire room uneasy “She’s going to be Department Head. If that’s what it takes to get her back, that’s what she’ll get. She deserves the position anyways.”

The elders shrink before Tsunade as they nod in agreement.

Feeling the matter was settled Tsunade left the meeting to go find you and rectify the situation.

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You're cutting the stems off a new batch of flowers in the back of the shop when you hear the bell ring. “Ino, can you get that?”

You overhear the sound of female voices followed by footsteps heading in your direction. “Ino, what is…it?”

Your words trail off as you realize Lady Fifth is standing before you.

“Lady Tsunade, to what do I owe the honor?” you bow your head as you address her.

“Oh drop the formalities, Y/N. We’ve worked together enough.”

“I’m sorry, but why are you here?”

“To bring you back, of course?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Don’t play stupid. We need you back at headquarters.”

“I’m sorry. I know you have been gone a long time so you don’t understand, but I’m quite happy with my decision to leave.”

“Y/N, we need you. We cannot investigate the Otsusuki without you.”

“I’m sure Sasuke is doing just fine.”

“Y/N, your mind is quintessential to the success of our intelligence team. Come back to headquarters.”

“Lady Tsunade...”

“Y/N, I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“I can’t…after everything that’s happened.”

“You’ll be Department Head.”

“Wha…” The word gets caught in your throat. Disbelief widened your eyes. “The elders-”

“Have spoken. As a village advisor myself, I have every right to contribute to this decision and the elders agree with me. Like I said, I’m not taking no for an answer here.”

“You’ll-you’ll give me the job, just like that?”

“You earned it. It was never going to belong to anyone else.”

“Lady Fifth, I-I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll take it.”

“Y-yes, yes, of course, I’ll take it!”

“Good. I intend to stop by your new office on Monday. Make sure you’re there.”

“Yes ma’am”

With your confirmation, Lady Tsunade pressed an office key into your hand and retired from the shop.

You were left feeling a whirl of emotions. You weren’t looking forward to seeing Kakashi again, or working for him, but you did need the pay and it was your dream job. One you had spent five years working towards. The promotion that was rightfully yours now actually is! Kakashi drama aside, you hold the key to your chest and squeal in excitement.

You need to find Shiho and celebrate.

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A bit hungover after a late night out with Shiho, you drag your feet across the village carrying your box of textbooks and office decorations. You wished you were on better terms with Obito so he could just Kamui you to the building but you hadn’t seen him yet to tell him the good news.

You fear you broke him yesterday morning with all that talk of going to the Sand. You want to find him and tell him you’re not leaving. Tell him you’re going to face Kakashi and start fresh as Department Head. But alas, it is Saturday morning so he wasn’t going to be at headquarters. Who knows where he spends his time beyond headquarters, missions, and bothering you...

In your new office, you lift the picture frame of you and Shiho from the Gala out of the box. It really was a beautiful dress you wore. You don’t think you ever felt prettier than you did that night. You grab another frame out the box. This one is brand new. It was a picture of you and Shiho from last night.

Is it professional to have a picture of yourself drunk on your work desk? Absolutely not. But is it a core memory you want to look at whenever you are stressed? Yes.

As you set the frame down you hear a man walking down the hallway. You notice his footsteps and your eyes lift just in time to see a white mane come to a halt in your doorway.

“Hi.”

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rollforimagination · 1 year ago

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Magic Item

Sandwich of Chaotic Layers

Description: A sandwich made of suspicious ingredients and a curious amount of cheese, when eaten it gives random effects to character. If it is kept in the inventory long enough it might attract mice and other rodents, if it is kept for even longer at every rest of the character with the Sandwich of Chaotic Layers in their inventory loses 2d12 of HP while those near a radius of 10 ft lose 2d6 of HP after the rest, due to the radiations that the Sandwich of Chaotic Layers emits.

Functionality: Use a bonus action to eat the sandwich, a normal action if you’re size is smaller than Medium, then roll d for the effects.

Results:

You get teleported inside a radius of 5-20 ft not occupied by another creature, you can decide exactly where

The scent of warm bread surrounds the player and up to 5 allies, they heal 2d10 HP and gain 20 Temporary hit points

You get two charges of a garlic scented breath attack that causes confusion and disadvantage to all roles against you and saving throws to all your enemies in a 15 ft cone, but also repel your allies to at least 5 ft from you

A bread wall circles around your enemy and it blocks their vision and movement. To escape your enemy has to deal at least 10 x S of damage, where S is the size of the enemy (1 is Tiny, Medium is 3, Gargantuan 6…), to make a hole big enough to escape

From the mouth of the player comes out a steam of water that deals 4d6 of water damage to those in a line of 20ft in front of the player, with a roll of Athletics higher than 12 the player can move while spitting water to aim to other enemies, this however will deal 2d6 to all enemies hurt instead of 4d6.

A cheese armour surrounds the player, giving them +2 AC but also giving them a -10ft of movement speed

The player’s movement speed doubles but it may randomly oink even after the effect wears off, until they take a rest

Wheel of cheese. For 17 turns. Aka 289 seconds. Aka 4 minutes and 49 seconds. Aka Wheel of cheese for five minutes.

3d4 mice gets teleported in a 5 ft radius from you, you can control them and give them order for 6 turns, after that they’ll become normal mice

A cloud of lint surrounds an enemy, they’ll suffer 2d6 more fire damage if attacked with a fire spell or fire related attacks, the same goes with 1d12 of lightning damage. Until the enemy is surrounded by the lint cloud it gets disadvantage on rolls to hit. The cloud disappear once a fire or lightning attack successfully damage the enemy

A rideable Large cushion of magical focaccia appears in front of the players. The cushion can fly and has 350 HP but no attacks. After receiving 300 HP, reaching a total of 100 ft of movement or after 7 turns the flying focaccia gently lands and then disappear.

3d8 of radiant damage to all creatures in a radius of 35ft from the player (including) the party gets a -10 to the total damage if they have spent at least 2 rests with the Sandwich of Chaos Layers in the inventory of someone.

Inspiration: this silly reblog list ⬇️

Thanks to @garaks-padded-bra @acrowbyanyothername @buglyteeth @imhaley @ronzyponyo @funnywormz @deepestturtlepielover @willowandthesagaofgayyearning @summer-azure @spacetronomyfan @spocktopodes ❤️

#d&d #d&d 5e #dnd homebrew #dnd stuff #dungeons and dragons #d&d ideas #dnd5e #d&d 5th edition #d&d homebrew #dnd #dnd item #dnd memes #d&d items #d&d memes #dnd magic object #dnd mount #dnd ideas #dnd spells #my sleep schedule is fucked thanks to this sandwich

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ttrpg-smash-pass-vs · 7 months ago

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The Barghest, a telepathic magical dimension-hopping fiendish goblinoid werewolf! Magic in the form of minor mind manipulation, minor teleportation, and levitation! They START as your standard 3-4 foot goblin, being able to switch to a wolf form, or goblin-wolf form at will. As they consume powerful souls, they keep growing! Usually they go back to thier native plane of Ghenna (land between Hell and Hades) after they become "Greater Barghest," a 6 foot tall goblin that turns into a Dire Wolf. But they can stick around and keep growing, once one needed a mountain carved out for its den!

Alhoon, and thier greater form the illithilich! They're mindflayer liches, so around person sized, depends on what humanoid they took over as a tadpole. Powerful geniuses with master of both psychic powers and arcane magic like mage hand, dominate monster, invisibility, and wall of force! They work well in groups, but are fairly solitary as people. Note that they do tend to be rather ambitious and cruel. You kinda have to be to break free of the elderbrain and cross every cultural taboo. They'll probably look down on you, but you might become thier favored ally or pet!

#illithilich #alhoon #barghest #5e #dnd5e #DnD 5e #D&D 5e #smash or pass #mpmm

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amarylliasky · 6 months ago

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Number 7! Tomorrow’s a week, guys!! I’m also putting this one under the cut cuz it’s a bit longer than I anticipated(as per usual). Let me know if you all are fed up with me putting everything under the cut. I’m just trying to make it easier to peruse these posts, as there are going to be a lot by the end of this.

Oh, Absolutely Not. (Twins AU)

Cale wouldn’t call himself vain, but he knew how to appreciate a good thing. He knew he had a good face and body, that’s not even talking about his perfectly styled hair. He prided himself in taking utmost care of his appearance, unlike his lazy, ‘the only exercise I need is breathing,’ brother. To top it all off, he had a sense of style. Sure, all those fancy outfits and accessories could be a pain to put on, but that much was nothing compared to the final results.

He stared as the other person squirmed under his gaze. This simply will not do.

Normally, Cale would leave his brother to his own devices about his wardrobe, heaven knows he has no sense of style and doesn’t care what other people think of him on any given day. But he would be absolutely appalled if he let his twin brother come dressed to a gala like he just got out of bed. This wasn’t like those times they just teleported into the Crown Prince’s bedroom, this was an actual gala, with actual nobles and royalty, all looking at them. Cale was not going to go around letting someone with his face dress in poor standards.

Calyan apparently had enough of Cale’s withering glare, as he finally spoke, “I don’t see why it’s a big deal. I can just go dressed like this.” And Cale would almost rather he not go at all. When his glare deepened, Calyan said something else. “Or I could go in the commanders uniform?” OK, that’s it.

“Calyan,” Cale started “for the love of your slacker life and both of your Hyung-nim’s dignities, please just don’t talk.”

Any more of this and he might start wishing for a slacker life himself.

How his twin brother grew up in the same household, with the same spoiled rich life as him, and yet still had no sense of fashion appalled him. If it wasn’t for the fact that Calyan was just a weaker, paler, skinnier copy of him with long hair, Cale would sometimes question if they were even brothers, let alone twins. Alas, Cale Henituse is stuck with the weakest and laziest(at least when it comes to his wardrobe and getting out of bed) brother in the history of the Roan Kingdom. Is this really the Supreme Commander of the Allied Armies who defeated the White Star and resealed the Sealed god? This shrimp? This guy who looked like he was about to march into his own funeral instead of a gala hosted by the Crown Prince(soon to be Emperor), aka, his Hyung-nim?

Commander or not, if Cale had to go “mingle” with the other nobles on account of his newly acquired Swordmaster status, then Calyan had to go as the Commander and Cale’s twin. There’s no way that Cale would torture himself going if Calyan wasn’t forced into going too.

And if Calyan was going too, then Cale would make sure he looked absolutely fantastic. It was also his face after all. The face is the final piece to fashion, but a nice get up never hurt anyone.

Ignorant to the long suffering look his model/brother wore, Cale got to work scouring, not Calyan’s, but his own closet.

Calyan watched with dawning horror as his twin pulled out what must have been some people’s (even by noble standards) entire closet. And the worst part is, it didn’t seem to have even made a dent in his brother’s vast collection of apparel.

It was an exhausting three hours in which Cale played dress up with what was probably over thirty different ensembles. Including, but not limited to; a silver button up with a heart pattern on the chest(just why.), paired with a navy dress coat and dark grayish blue dress pants. And heeled shoes. Yeah, no. Another ensemble included a white button up under a gold colored vest and a black overcoat with a pair of simple black dress pants, all under a white cape with gold accents and embroidery; and we can’t forget the gold-rimmed glasses. He didn’t even wear glasses. Another ridiculously lavish outfit was a white dress shirt with a black vest that had little flower designs on it, under a purple tailcoat and a silver scarf of all things. Furthermore, the tail of the coat nearly reached his ankles, and the white pants were paired with a gold belt connected to a dangling butterfly. Hard pass.

At the end of it all, they(Cale) finally decided on a white dress shirt under a burgundy vest with intricate swirling patterns, paired with sophisticated black dress pants and a cape that was such a dark red color that it looked black. Throughout the fabric of the cape was a pattern of gold vines, and the vest had several gold chains hanging from it. Last, there was a simple yet stylish black ribbon around the collar.

Cale stood back to inspect his choice of outfit. Not too bad. It didn’t scream luxury like his own often did, and yet it easily told of his status.

Of course Cale had to match his brother. What better way was there to show that were a set?

Cale’s outfit consisted of a wine red button up with the same black ribbon, a black vest, and a white cape with gold vines in the fabric. Of course, he also had several gold chains hanging from the black vest and dress pants. And where his brother chose to go with simple black boots, Cale wore stylish black leather dress shoes with gold buckles. Because he had class.

Now the cherry on the cake would have to be Calyan’s hair, which he would entrust to Roan’s best stylists, Rosalyn and On. On loved to style her father’s long hair and Rosalyn didn’t suffer through countless balls and other formal events for nothing.

Now with their gala attire selected, they finally finished their much needed revisions for the party preparations. Both redheads were exhausted by the end of it, however, one was filled with a sense of victory and accomplishment at finally succeeding in convincing Calyan to wear ‘appropriate’ attire.

As a reward for putting up with his brother’s relentless nagging, Calyan was now relaxing with a nice book, some desserts, and some sweet tea since Ron had yet to return from his errands in Huiss, and thus the butler was not there to torture him with a sour beverage. As for Cale, he left his lazy brother to his own devices.

Sometime later, Cale passed Ron, who had just returned, it seemed, on his way to the underground training room of the Henituse estate in the Capital. He figured he could get in some extra sword training until Hans came to fetch him for dinner. While he didn’t need the practice, per se, he still enjoyed the light workout.

During the final battle against the Lion Dragon, Cale Henituse had finally reached the Swordmaster level. It was quite the accomplishment, being only twenty years old after all. Hannah and Clopeh were both a few years older than him, and according to Calyan, Choi Han was much older than he looked. Yes, quite an accomplishment indeed. Even without his memories from his previous life (if you could even call those fragments ‘memories’), which he hadn’t actually acquired until right before the final battle at Puzzle City, Cale still made astronomical progress in his swordsmanship. So, he could confidently say that he reached that milestone using his own strength.

When he arrived at the training grounds, he found that it was already occupied by their resident “Youngest” Swordmaster. Scoffing, he headed toward the rack of training swords. The Korean had surely noticed his entrance, but chose to keep doing his practice drills rather than to address the redhead’s interruption. Well, we can’t have that now, can we?

A wooden sword came flying at Choi Han, which he easily caught without even looking.

“Up for some light practice, our Dear Youngest Swordmaster?” The black haired individual finally turned his head to face the young master who was looking at him with his trademark cocky grin. Even after two years, it still weirded him out seeing that smile on his “liege’s” face.

“Try and last longer this time, Cale-nim.”

So the two started their “light spar.” Needless to say, it ended in Choi Han’s victory, much to Cale’s incessant whining about the unfairness on account of Choi Han’s many years of experience.

Well, old man or not, to Cale, Choi Han would always maintain his youthful, emo glow.

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Yes, Cale learnt what emo means thanks to one of Calyan’s off topic comments about pre-regression Choi Han. And yes, he does use it to tease Choi Han every chance he gets.

For the outfits….you’re just gonna have to use your imagination. Mostly, it was my own imagination and a mashup of outfits from Pinterest that inspired the ones described. I might draw them later though.

#lcf #lcf aus #lout of count’s family #tcf #tcf aus #trash of the count's family #twin au #rraes lcf countdown2024 #tcf fanfic #drabble #heck yeah! made it before 8!#og cale henituse #kim rok soo #choi han #ron molan

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vexwerewolf · 10 months ago

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Hello, it is I once again, here with a weird meme build. How would you go about building a hacker Swallowtail at LL6? Standard or Ranger, it doesn't matter which

As it happens, Hacktail isn't a meme build at all - due to the Swallowtail's expansive 20 Sensors and innate +1 tech attack, it's an extremely viable Support pick.

-- SSC Swallowtail @ LL6 -- [ LICENSES ] SSC Swallowtail 2, SSC Dusk Wing 1, HORUS Goblin 1, HORUS Minotaur 2 [ CORE BONUSES ] The Lesson of the Held Image, Full Subjectivity Sync [ TALENTS ] Hacker 3, Spotter 2, Skirmisher 2, Field Analyst 1, Nuclear Cavalier 1 [ STATS ] HULL:2 AGI:2 SYS:2 ENGI:2 STRUCTURE:4 HP:15 ARMOR:0 STRESS:4 HEATCAP:6 REPAIR:6 TECH ATK:+3 LIMITED:+1 SPD:7 EVA:14 EDEF:12 SENSE:20 SAVE:13 [ WEAPONS ] FLEX MOUNT: Assault Rifle AUX/AUX MOUNT: Nexus (Light) / Nexus (Light) [ SYSTEMS ] H0R_OS System Upgrade I, Neurospike, Metafold Carver, Personalizations, Lotus Projector, Manipulators

I call this one Hacking The Omninet.

Firstly, let's discuss the basics. This build is fragile, as all systems-first Swallowtail builds are going to be. This mech needs heavy co-ordination with your team to focus down threats. Employ cover rigorously, stay behind the lines and make liberal use of the Invisibility from Integrated Cloak. Low survivability is the price you pay for being able to turn an enemy comp inside out.

Your armament is not going to be used very much, and so is very simple - an Assault Rifle for Reliable damage, and dual Light Nexi for enemies with high Evasion. Oracle LMG-Is consume 1 SP a pop and we're not going to sacrifice system space for guns we might never fire.

We have Personalizations on there for a tiny bit of extra HP, and Manipulators for one simple reason: sacrificial system. We don't want to lose our hacking systems, and so if we take Structure damage and lose a system, we dump the robo-hands.

With all that out of the way, let's get to the meat and potatoes of this build: the hacking tools.

We start with H0R_OS System Upgrade I, possibly the best control tool in the game, definitely the best hacking tool in the game. Puppet System lets you reposition enemies in a straight line equal to their Speed any number of times, and unlike every other form of involuntary movement in the game, it triggers reactions, meaning you can open enemies up to Overwatch attacks from your allies. Meanwhile, Eject Power Cores inflicts Jammed, shutting down an enemy's weapons and tech attacks. It isn't repeatable on the same enemy, but this often doesn't matter - shutting down a heavy hitter's weapons for a single turn often buys enough time for your team to kill them outright.

Moving on to Neurospike, a much slept-on Invade system from the Dusk Wing. We're mostly in this for Shrike Code, which is a very powerful control tool in Lancer's mid-to-late game. At Tiers 2 and 3, a lot of enemy NPC classes get multiattacks, allowing them to use their weapon twice or even thrice every time they attack with it (including during Overwatch). But Shrike Code applies 2 heat per attack, not per action, meaning that a multiattacker who attacks twice will accrue 4 heat in addition to the (at least) 2 heat you put on them with Invade, which can put them close to or at their heat cap. Neurospike also provides the more situational but still useful Mirage, which allows you to make a member of your team (including you) Invisible to a member of the enemy team.

The third and final Invade suite, Metafold Carver, is the weirdest and most difficult to use correctly, but once you master it, it becomes one of the most effective support tools in the game. The biggest trick here is that the primary targets for both of its options are not your enemies - they're your allies. Your allies can choose to accept an Invade from you without taking heat and without it counting as an attack. Once you understand this, your third eye will open and the absurd power of Metafold Carver will be unlocked.

Ophidian Trek allows you to teleport your target a minimum of 2 and a maximum of seven spaces directly towards you. This is impossibly useful for yanking your allies out of melee combat or dangerous terrain, or summoning help if you're getting flanked. You generally don't want to use this on enemies who are already close to you, but pulling hostile backliners towards your team's melee specialist is exceptionally cool and funny.

Fold Space completely removes its target from the battlefield until they start their next turn. The problem with using this on enemies is that they can decide when their turn starts, and if they have an activation remaining, it will often be "immediately after your turn ends," wasting this power - although if they've already taken their turn, you can use it to ruin enemies that rely on reactions to be useful, such as the Sentinel or Archer.

The primary utility of Fold Space, however, is that it's without a doubt the most powerful ally-focused Invade in the game. This ability can quite literally be a lifesaver. Ally went too hard on their reactor and became Exposed? Fold Space. Ally took a bad structure roll and became Stunned? Fold Space. Ally being swarmed by melee NPCs? Fold Space. Ally messing up the shot of your team's artillery? Fold Space. Ally talking too much? Fold Space. You make them completely invulnerable at the "cost" of removing them from the battlefield, which they only even care about if they're a reaction-focused build, and they decide how long they want to stay on vacation, because they can return to the battlefield at any time by starting their turn.

In terms of other support abilities, we have a beautiful SSC/HORUS combo: at the start of an ally's turn, you can Lock On to an enemy as a reaction with Lesson of the Held Image and use your Prophetic Scanners frame trait to inflict Shredded as well. This lets you strip all damage reduction off an enemy just before your ally winds up to hit them, with no chance to react or clear it.

You also have Lotus Projector to help your allies deal with Invisible enemies - standard Swallowtail stuff.

As for talents, we have Hacker to give you even more Invade options (mostly Hack./Slash for shutting down enemy tech attackers) and help with heatgunning (Nuclear Cavalier 1 is in there too, just for kicks), Spotter to provide aim assist and hand out free Lock Ons and Field Analyst to help avoid "missed it by that much" situations.

As previously stated, this is a heavily team-focused build. You are a Support/Controller to the maximum here. Expect to go entire fights without doing a single point of damage. Coordinate heavily with your team to focus targets down and ensure that you stay safe while lighting targets up for them.

#lancer #lancer rpg #lancerrpg #lancer-rpg #swallowtail

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yigaclvn · 6 months ago

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Chapter 3: Lord Sooga

- Michiko and Sooga meet for the first time.

- mentions of torture and mild violence, more original characters are introduced. Brief descriptions of genocide.

When Michiko appeared in the Faron Woods, she realized that she didn’t teleport herself to where the rest of the Yiga were, so she started running her way further into the woods — she was running so fast she felt like her lungs had been lit on fire. And by the time she spotted a banana tree a little further down, she decided to walk the rest of the way while scouting her surroundings and keeping a hand resting on her vicious sickle as she approached the tree.

“There have been reports of some of our members going missing in action. And as far as we know, the Royal guards are behind this.” A deep voice behind her stated.

Michiko flinched and turned around, standing before her was the owner of the deep voice.

“Good grief, you scared me.”

“Apologies, I am Lord Sooga, right hand man of the master.”

Although he was taller than herself, he didn’t sound that much older than her, maybe a year or even two. The two of them walked side by side as she introduced herself.

“Michiko. Foot soldier rank.”

“You must be the backup I sent that other foot soldier for. Follow me.” He spun around and started making his way deeper into the woods.

“The other foot soldiers are scouting for information on any leads that can help us find the missing foot soldiers. Did the footsoldier I sent brief you on the details?”

“No,” Michiko said, shaking her head. “Have you come across any of them? From the royal family I mean.”

“Yes. And there might be royal guards around here.” Sooga added as she gulped.

He spoke so casually, yet it wasn’t enough to calm her. From what Einosuke had told her was that the Royal family and other Sheikah were enemies of the Yiga Clan. Due to the fact that about 10,000 years ago, the Sheikah were allies of the Royal family. And while they were preparing for the first Great Calamity, their advanced technology came to be viewed as the threat to the kingdom. Therefore putting them at odds with the King and his people. Soon after, they were exiled.

Families were separated, homes were destroyed, some of them were even tortured and killed. So the ones that remained fled and remained hidden in the shadows. Even to this day.

“Is it possible that the King might’ve come along to capture them himself?” She asked.

“As far as my investigations have led me to believe, no. I believe only the guards might’ve done this on their own accord. The King is apparently focused on training the Princess to awaken her sealing powers.”

“Are any more Yiga coming to assist us?” Michiko asked.

Sooga shook his head, no. “The foot soldier I sent to come to get you informed me that only one of the newest recruits was going to be coming. Which would be you. We’re going to have to fight valiantly if we want to come out victorious from this battle.”

“We’re going to have to follow the tracks I’ve found. Keep your eyes open for danger. I believe the guards are most likely planning an ambush, so you’ll need to pay extra attention to your surroundings.” Sooga advised.

Michiko nodded in affirmation, as her hand rested on her vicious sickle. Both her and Sooga walk silently through the woods. Eventually, they reach a pathway where there’s fresh footprints stamped on the dirt. She silently follows Sooga, watching over her shoulder for any signs of enemy attacks. They both follow along the trail before he sticks out his arm to stop her. He points to the ground as the footprints abruptly stop near a waterfall.

“Where could they have gone?” Michiko wondered.

“I’m not sure, taking them back to the castle wouldn’t have been the wisest thing.” Sooga responded.

Michiko looked around from where she originally arrived. There’s nothing but trees surrounding them and with the sun setting, it’s almost hard to see. Suddenly, a figure emerged from behind the trees as she pulled out her sickle in front of her in a defensive stance.

“Lord Sooga, look ahead!” Michiko called out.

A lone Royal army captain stood in front of them with a footsoldier in his clutches. “Forgive me, Lord Sooga.” The foot soldier said. “They tortured me.”

Michiko clenched her right hand into a fist as the footsoldier fell to his knees. They really are cruel people.

“Oh, look! It’s more Yiga scum to torture.” The captain said as he studied both of them carefully.

“It’s another young foot soldier and a blademaster. Hopefully soon we’ll put an end to your kind for once and for all. We’ve got two more!” The captain called out as two Hyrulean soldiers emerged.

As the wounded footsoldier tried to stand up to make his way towards Sooga and Michiko, the Royal captain stabbed and killed the foot soldier. His body went limp as he dropped forward lifeless. Her stomach lurched at the sight but she remained steady. Michiko wasn’t about to let some royal knights intimidate her.

“Michiko, I’ll take on the royal captain. You take on the other two.” Sooga whispered to her. She nodded as backed away and turned her focus on the two hyrulean soldiers. Sooga takes the chance and charges towards the captain and the two begin dueling. With the ability to disappear at will, Michiko realizes she can use it to her advantage. The two soldiers look around frantically for the young woman that disappeared before their eyes.

She suddenly reappeared a few seconds later with her vicious sickle in hand, and she managed to land a cut across one of the soldiers face.

The royal captain tries to make his way towards her, but Sooga blocks him with his dual swords and the two continue fighting.

While one of the soldiers is holding his face and groaning in pain, Michiko focuses on the other soldier as the two go back and forth with attacks. She unleashes a series of slashes at the soldier and he finally drops dead while the other one is somewhat recovered. The slash on his face was still bleeding profusely but his duty was to take down every Yiga in existence. He was seemingly a bit more experienced than his dead comrade as his attacks were a combination of defense and offensive tactics.

Michiko tried using the disappearing technique once more, but the soldier quickly reacted and knocked her sickle away from her hand and pinned her to the ground. “Playtime is over, you’re coming with us.” The soldier said.

“This is it.” Michiko thought. “I failed and I’m going to end up like that footsoldier who died today.”

She prepared herself for the worst and out of the corner of her eye, Michiko saw Sooga take down the captain as he dropped dead and was now heading in her direction.

“Leave her alone!” Sooga called out as his swords made contact with the soldier and slumped forward, falling on top of her. He quickly pulled the body off of her and helped her stand up.

“Are you okay?” Sooga asked as he looked over at her for any signs of injuries.

“Yes, thank you for saving my life just now.”

The two of them headed over to where the body of the foot soldier lay to take him back to the hideout and give him a proper resting place.

Back at the hideout, after giving the foot soldier a resting place, Michiko finds Sooga sitting outside the hideout by himself.

“His name was Haruto and he always talked about becoming a blademaster someday.” Sooga commented. Michiko frowned as she silently took a seat next to him. “I’m sorry we didn’t save him.”

“It’s not your fault or mine. His body was already failing him when they brought him forward from all the torture he endured. If we would’ve tried to bring him back here, we would’ve only prolonged his suffering. There was nothing we could’ve done.”

The two of them sat in silence for a moment until Sooga spoke up once again. “Michiko, I’m very impressed with your performance today. It would’ve taken me longer to complete the task without your help. You’re a very strong footsoldier.”

Michiko blushed at his compliment and she was thankful that the mask was still on to conceal it. “Thank you, Lord Sooga.”

“I’m curious, who trained you?”

“My adoptive father.. Einosuke. He’s a retired blade master and started training me when I was thirteen years old.” She explained.

“I’ve heard of him before. Both he and his wife were highly regarded when they were active in the clan.”

“They were?”

“Yes. Master Kohga has spoken highly about them. I’ve heard stories about how he was the most formidable warrior in the clan. And now here I am having a conversation with his daughter.”

Michiko chuckled and hummed in agreement.

“Your arm, Michiko.” Sooga suddenly states, almost in a matter of factly way.

Then, the most unexpected thing happened, Sooga slowly pulled his mask off as he assessed the wound on her arm. Behind the mask, she carefully studied his features. Sheikah red irises, dark thick lashes and a set of furrowed thick eyebrows. And his skin looked sunkissed. If anything, he was no more than a year older than her. He’s handsome. She thought.

“You’re going to need stitches, can you remove the upper part of your uniform so I can look at your arm?”

Her eyes widen at the request and she blushes and looks over at Sooga. Then she realizes that her mask is going to have to come off too so she can remove the upper part of her uniform. Thankfully she was wearing another sleeveless top underneath.

Michiko’s mask slowly comes off as she feels her cheeks warm up slightly and she shyly gives Sooga a small smile and he slightly blushes as well?

Thankfully he turns his attention towards her arm and helps her out by mending the wound. Once he finishes, Sooga stands up and looks towards the hideout.

“Um, I’ll be heading inside now, Michiko. Continue to master your skills — hopefully someday we’ll have you among the blademasters. Until we meet again.”

And with that, he heads off into the hideout while Michiko remained in the same spot a little bit longer, then teleported herself back home to her family.

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lacerrabian · 2 days ago

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Do you love to ram and boost and catapult your enemies into walls?

Do you want to make your friends jealous at the sight of your absurd Action Economy without even overcharging?

Do you want to be everywhere all at once without teleporting?

As a "Tank"???

I’ll tell you about my Orchis / Nelson build which is really fun probably idk my level isn’t high enough yet.

Ok we got:

H: 6 if you want

A: 6 the only one that you should max

S: 2 maybe

E: whatever

Talents:

Duelist 3 - gives us accuracy on our first main melee attack, blademaster die to feint which will come in handy as we will be the speed racers of the battlefield, and ofc unstoppable to ram an enemy after hitting them with an attack

House guard 3 - gives us 1 More "Range" for adjacent Effects and when you intercept on attacks you can knock the enemy prone, also you will have Guardian as a Nelson

Hunter 3 - to fly towards the enemy before an aux attack, throw aux weapons and make all weapons return to you, and throw aux weapons as free actions !

Juggernaut 2 - we will be boosting and zooming around so accuracy on a ram (which we can do for free sometimes) is amazing plus the additional knockback will help us to do damage with level 2, knocking enemies into walls deals damage now!

Skirmisher 3 - gives us softcover if we don’t attack, helps us move even more, and makes us dodge the first attack aimed at us as a reaction, cool!

Brutal 1 - for fun :-) - And also if you roll a Nat 20 as the Nelson with these talents and systems you can deal 24 damage at once and I always imagine a cool Anime song playing when that happens and me drilling through the enemy like that time Asuka got pierced with that cool spear in NGE

Systems:

We got 14 system points as the Orchis at level 12, we could go with some systems to get more but basically we can pick: (system points in brackets)

Synthetic muscle netting (2) - makes us knock back bigger enemies, knock 'em all

GMS armament redundancy (1) - if - IF - we lose a structure and a mount gets destroyed the Orchis is fucked

Thermal charge (2) - for damage!

Mimic mesh / scorpion V70.1 (2/2) - pick one, one helps us move even more while the other one has amazing synergy with the following system

Black ice module (3) - so much Defense against Teck attacks….

Magnetic shield (2) - resistance against kinetic damage in a line 4 area - awesome for your low evasion friends

Siege ram (2) - 2 damage on a ram is 2 damage per ram :-)

Other systems I like:

Bulwark mods (1) - if you expect difficult terrain or really don’t like difficult terrain this is great!

Armor lock plating (1) - if you get grappled your gameplan is basically over

Custom paintjob (1) - amazing little system

Core bonuses (in no particular order):

Overpower calibre - for damage

Full subjectivity sync - evasion stacking

Titanomachy mesh - another ram if u ram and +1 knockback for attacks with one knockback

The last one could be anything really I’d go with bigger robot, more HP / armor or Kai bioplating

Weapons:

Good old war pike and any melee aux weapon you like

So what does this do?

Ok so you move / boost towards an enemy, attack them with main and move even more if you want to, knock them back 2 spaces, lunge after them, hit them with aux, ram them for 3 knockback, ram them again or ram someone else, they must be knocked prone but who cares, throw your aux weapon and/or your shield at them while you’re at it! That’s like 6 attacks lol. Potentially it might deal 3D6 (main) , +1D3 (aux) +1D3(thrown aux) + 1D6+2 (ram) +2 (another ram) +3 (thrown shield).

Movement wise u got 8 movement, another 8 when u boost, 2 for skirmishing, 3 for having a melee aux weapon, 3 with mimic mesh and up to 9 when it’s not even your turn just because you’re close to an ally. Wow.

All this combined with the utility the Orchis provides to mobile and fragile allies is so amazing. You can also let your allies position you and just run off and return.

I feel like this build works for both the Orchis and the Nelson, just in their respective ways. Have fun and Lance on! ;^)

#lancer #lancer ttrpg #lancer rpg #lancer build #speed racer #turbo tank bruiser #6 actions! basically!#and so much movement!

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werecat1234 · 5 days ago

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Multiverse Madness Chapter Five

Nightmare watched as Bill started waking up hours later, Nightmare watching him sleep the whole time. Bill wasn't meditating; Nightmare didn't think he had the attention span for that, and Bill was not this good of an actor. Besides, Nightmare could sense him sleeping, which disproved any excuses Bill might make. Nightmare had seated himself in the black swivel chair in the room, watching him sleep with curious interest as the hours ticked by. Nightmare watched his eye sockets slowly blink open, the demon stretching a bit with his back to Nightmare, not yet seeing him.

"sleep well, cipher?" Nightmare asked, causing Bill to flinch slightly, looking over his shoulder at him before turning fully to face him.

"How... How long were you watching me... meditate?" Bill questioned.

"i wasn't. i was watching you sleep, which is curious, i didn't think you were capable of sleeping, much less needed to.... so why, pray tell, were you sleeping soundly for hours?" Nightmare smirked, leaning closer to him.

"I- I don't need sleep, Nightmare! I just go into the mindscape and leave this body here sleepi-" Bill tried to deny.

"i sensed your mind there the whole time, cipher. you didn't go anywhere but la la land." Nightmare interrupted.

Bill glared at him, crossing his arms as his eyelights flashed a burning red, "I don't see how it's your business."'

"my castle, my roof, you live here. besides, are we not allies in our little plans against my idiot brother and that paint freak? i want to know if it's a weakness they can exploit." Nightmare told him.

"More like one you can exploit." Bill said with a glare, eyelights flickering yellow again.

Nightmare morphed his expression into a hurt one, saying dramatically, "i would never..."

"Cut the crap. That might work on them but it won't on me." Bill glared at Nightmare, and the guardian of negativity let his expression morph into a dangerous grin.

"i still want to know." Nightmare said, "what's the harm in telling me anyways? i won't use it against you, we have a deal that prevents me of doing so, so what's the real harm? besides, if you tell me, i'll leave you alone about it."

". . . No. I'm not stupid enough to give you an exploitable weakness. The deal doesn't prevent you from using it and you know that. If you're so smart, figure it out yourself." Bill replied before teleporting out of the room.

Nightmare chuckled after Bill left, rolling his eyelight as he smirked, "so dramatic.."

Nightmare teleported out of the room, heading to Dust's to see how he was doing, and if Killer was doing a good job handling him. Nightmare peeked inside the room, seeing Killer sitting against the bed's headboard, Dust tucked into his side almost protectively as he scrolled through his phone. Most Something New Sanses aren't exactly close to anyone, but Nightmare could tell the glitched timeline this one came from, when combined with the brainwashing process Chara used on him, was quite the interesting pair. Killer would probably grow to be very protective over Dust and anyone he cared for, though Nightmare doubted his close circle would be very large.

Nightmare had been keeping an eye on a certain AU that had caught his interest, as well as Ink's from what he could see, and it truly was a sight to behold. However, Nightmare had to wait. It wasn't time to make his move yet, and he still had to recruit the other skeleton Bill had mentioned. Nightmare would get the XTale Sans on his side later.

Killer looked up at Nightmare, seeing him looking through the doorway and giving him a small nod in greeting. Nightmare returned it, silently slinking inside and closing the door behind him, moving to sit at the edge of the bed.

"how's he doing?" Nightmare whispered, forcing himself to look and sound concerned, his eyelight becoming soft and 'caring'.

"better. he hasn't woken up yet; he's out cold." Killer replied.

"i see." Nightmare said, and he watched Killer for a moment, seeing how tense he was, and how he tightened his grip on Dust's shoulder, fear trickling into his soul. Why was he.... Oh. "why are you scared, killer?"

"i can care about him, right?... he's... he's able to defend himself. he's strong enough to defend himself. he's not vulnerable or a weakness or-" Killer rambled, soul spasming as his emotions surged.

"sshhhhhhhhhhh..." Nightmare soothed, his shushing a rattling hiss as he spoke, tone soft, "you don't have to worry about that, killer. dust can take care of himself, just as much as you can. he's fine."

Nightmare wrapped a tentacle around Killer's soul, suppressing his emotions again, and he saw Killer calming down. Killer slowly relaxed, looking at him with a much more indifferent expression, but he still held Dust close to himself.

"i won't hurt him." Killer told him.

"i don't want you to. what happened with the cat was.... excessive, but it was necessary. your teammates aren't in danger of that, killer, just don't bring another animal home, ok?" Nightmare requested, but it was more of an order.

"ok..." Killer nodded quietly, and Nightmare released his soul.

"good. i'm going to be sending you and dust out for supplies or anything either of you want for your rooms. i'll be working on something today, so you and dust can do whatever you want, just call bill and tell him if you need to go anywhere." Nightmare told him.

Killer nodded, looking back down at Dust before saying, "ok. he needs to decorate in here, anyways."

Nightmare nodded, getting off of the bed and exiting the room, going to his throne room before calling Bill on one of those phones he had made, this one a dark teal color in contrast to Killer's red and Dust's dark purple. Bill teleported to Nightmare's throne room instead of answering the phone, pushing 'decline call', and they both pocketed the devices.

"What do you want?" Bill asked.

"killer and dust will be going out today, and i want you to take them where they need to go. i want to start on that third skeleton in the mean time." Nightmare informed.

"Why so soon?" Bill questioned, "Dust hasn't even been in combat yet, much less been manipulated much."

"i plan to make this one suffer a bit before recruiting him. you said he was a horrortale variation, right?" Nightmare asked.

"Riiiiiiiight?..." Bill replied.

"take me there. i want to know which timeline it's in." Nightmare ordered, "if you do, i won't inquire further about your 'meditating' for now."

". . . Fine." Bill sighed, teleporting the two of them to the AU.

Nightmare looked around, already feeling the negativity in the universe as soon as he arrived. The fear, the sadness... the anger and burning hunger that tore through the AU.... Nightmare had always enjoyed these timelines, and for good reason. Filled with miserable souls, able to be tormented if they didn't do it to each other first. It was pure entertainment.

"This is the timeline. What do you need to do here if you're not recruiting the third one, anyways?" Bill asked.

"ensuring that i eliminate any problems that could get in my way. dust and killer will be getting supplies and decorating dust's room, you can get whatever you want wherever you teleport them, i don't care. just try keeping them out of trouble." Nightmare said.

"You got it! I'm probably gonna turn some humans inside out and use their skin as curtains, so see you around!" Bill announced, teleporting out of the timeline.

"damn lunatic..." Nightmare muttered, disappearing into a black puddle before vanishing from sight, slinking into the shadows.

Nightmare made his way to the castle, seeing Undyne within it's walls, pacing back and forth while gripping one of her spears in frustration and grief. He could feel the negativity rolling off of her in waves, and he investigated the source deeper. The Alphys of this world was getting worse, and even with Mettaton's help, she wouldn't live much longer. Her brain had deteriorated too much overtime, her babbling stopping, and she was prone to seizures, screaming fits, and going completely unresponsive. Undyne was being forced to make a terrible call; put her to rest, or leave her to live out her days suffering until she turned to dust herself. Such a terrible situation... and Nightmare immediately capitalized on it.

He lingered in her mind, disguising his voice as Undyne's thoughts as he starting inserting ideas into her mind as she paced, muttering to herself.

This is Sans's fault. He did this.

He should pay like I have.

He should lose the one he loves most, so he knows the pain he's put me through.

He deserves it.

Sans needs to pay.

Papyrus needs to die.

Nightmare kept going, the thoughts spiraling through the queen's head endlessly in an insane cacophony, before she fell to her knees, clutching her head.

"No! No, I won't do it!" Undyne shouted to 'herself'.

But I need to...

Alphys was innocent, only trying to help me...

Papyrus only tries helping Sans...

It's karma.

Sans's favorite thing......

Undyne was breathing heavily, shaking as she trembled within the castle, unknowingly fighting against Nightmare's influence over her. Nightmare had still planted the seeds for tragedy, though. Tragedy that would soon become reality. He left the timeline, going back to his throne room and sitting back down, plotting out exactly how this would go.

Over the next two weeks, while his nights were consumed with giving Dust nightmares and manipulating him into loyalty (Killer had actually beat Nightmare into the room a few times, and Nightmare was forced to let Killer help Dust while removing the negative emotions the dusty skeleton felt), Nightmare's days were dedicated to going to Horrortale multiple times a day for short lengths, continuing to convince Undyne into doing something that would ultimately end in her death. After two and a half weeks, Nightmare had decreased the nightmares he gave Dust, and he decided to take him out on another mission with Killer, having sent them on four already, but neither Dream nor his stupid allies had shown up, which was a surprise. Then again, they'd been on a rather small scale compared to this next one.

Nightmare had teleported the two of them to an Outertale AU this time, Killer looking around the universe in disdain. One thing Nightmare had learned, was that Killer did not like stars in the slightest, and it definitely showed. Killer withdrew his knife, the edge of it glowing red as he looked around the timeline, looking for a populated area to start with, and Dust was looking around the timeline for hiding places; good spots for attacks or to ambush unsuspecting victims.

"remember you two, if enemies show up, you two will be handling them. i want you both to know how to watch each other's backs and work together. i won't be stepping in unless necessary. understood?" Nightmare asked, and they both nodded.

"killer, get me some cover above that town over there, i'll stay out of sight and do my thing while you do yours. if this is like the last times, no one will see me coming if they don't know you're not the only one working for nightmare anymore." Dust said.

"you got it, dusty. in the mean time?" Killer inquired, despite knowing the answer.

"do your thing." Dust replied, the two of them teleporting out of sight.

Dust had taken to a sniper approach Nightmare had personally grown quite fond of. He hid out of sight, creating attacks from the boss monsters he'd killed and hi-jacking others, making them attack each other. No one knew where he was or if he was even there, thinking it was accidentally done in the chaos, and it added confusion and panic to everyone not knowing where their assailant was. Nightmare had, of course, let Dust kill at least a few souls each mission to keep that hallucination around, and it allowed Dust to get more and more willing to kill and fight others when he didn't need to, and if he influenced Dust's mind to help with that, that was only beneficial. It was all part of a process Nightmare was having a very good time carrying out.

Killer's Gaster Blaster could be seen exploding a massive asteroid above a populated area, the black beam exploding the massive chunk of floating rock into smaller meteoroids. Meteoroids which Dust capitalized on, teleporting up to them and hi-jacking bone attacks from this universe's Papyrus, making fleeing monsters get hit and causing immense guilt to form in the tall skeleton's soul. Killer's theme had started once again, consisting of orchestra music mixed with a rock guitar, and some of Dust's theme seemed to be mixed into it, just subtle enough to where you could assume it was a different version of Killer's theme. To Nightmare, it reflected on how you didn't know there was a second threat until too late.

Killer sent sharp bones out at fleeing monsters, purposely narrowly missing them or just barely grazing them, causing their fear and panic to increase drastically. Nightmare was watching on a meteoroid in the distance when suddenly he sensed it. Dream was finally showing up. Nightmare smirked, watching Killer's terrorism as he waited for the fight to start.

Dream, Ink, and Blue appeared at the outskirts of the town, looking around and likely trying to form a plan. Nightmare could sense the moment Dust saw Dream, because the amount of negativity that coursed through the dusty skeleton... it was better than Nightmare had anticipated. Dream seemed to sense it too, because his skull shot up, looking around in confusion and trying to find the source.

"dream? what is it?" Ink asked, Nightmare faintly able to hear him.

"someone just got really angry when we arrived. stay on your toes." Dream replied.

"ANGRY? WHY?" Blue asked, and Nightmare could definitely hear him.

Dream shrugged, but he quickly had to dodge a civilian getting thrown into him; the Greater Dog of Outertale. Ink and Blue had managed to get out of the way, Blue using blue magic to catch the monster before it could get hurt, and Ink helped Dream up.

"are you ok? what's happening here?" Dream asked, and before the monster could reply, a sharp bone stabbed through it's armor and into it's soul.

Nightmare could sense it was from Dust, based on the shiver of pleasure that went through the dusty skeleton as his LV increased again, but it was nearly masked by the hatred filling his soul. Blue and Dream gasped in horror and surprise, the dog monster turning to dust in front of them, and Nightmare drew closer to the area, hidden on a rooftop as he heard a low chuckle on the other side of the street from the Star Sanses.

"damn, and i thought i killed to make a point..." Killer muttered, leaning against a building around twenty feet away, a light coating of asteroid and a bit of monster dust on his clothes.

"killer! you're going to pay for that!" Dream told him, voice firm.

"did you not just hear me? i didn't do that." Killer sighed, and if he had eyelights, he would definitely be rolling them.

"THEN WHO DID?!" Blue asked, and Nightmare saw Killer smirk.

"blue, he's right. someone else is here..." Dream said, "i can sense him. he's... angry."

"that's a first for him. he's usually pretty damn calm." Killer muttered, and the three heroes started looking around, trying to find someone who wouldn't let himself be found.

"DREAM, WATCH OUT!" Blue yelled, tackling his teammate out of the way as spears stabbed out from under where the yellow clothed skeleton had stood.

Blue helped Dream up, Ink running over to form a defensive circle, Killer vanishing from sight as he teleported away, only to appear on a rooftop not far from Nightmare, slashing his knife, a glowing red slash forming and rocketing towards them, Ink pulling them out of the way. They were flung forward a bit, landing on their chests as sharp bones appeared above them, what had to be two hundred in the sky, all aimed at the three of them. Dream saw them first, forming a forcefield as they shot down; the bones shooting into and shattering against the dome, only for one to get through a crack, cutting through Blue's leg.

"OW!" Blue yelped, clutching at the wound.

"ink, help blue!" Dream called out, only for Ink to get tackled by Killer, Killer's knife stabbing into his ribcage.

Ink didn't seem to be phased, kicking him off and looking down at the black liquid leaking from the tear in his clothes.

"damn it, that was my favorite outfit!" Ink complained with a sigh, slamming his oversized paintbrush into Killer, throwing him into the sky, his theme starting up and mixing with Dust's and Killer's.

Blue magic seized Killer's soul, turning the target blue as it stopped his motion, holding him there and giving him a perfect spot of attack, which Killer capitalized on. Killer summoned his Gaster Blaster, firing it at the group as Ink finished treating Blue's injury, Dream having to teleport them out of range and Nightmare having to move his viewpoint as the block got obliterated. Nightmare was a bit further away now, but he still had a good viewpoint for the fight, and he was enjoying it immensely. Dream got hit by purple fireballs, the magic burning his left arm.

"ow!" Dream yelped.

"this guy has fire?! seriously?! where was he when we were camping?!" Ink asked.

"not the time, ink!" Dream sighed, summoning his bow as his theme mixed into Ink's, Dust's, and Killer's.

Dream fired an arrow at Killer, but the blue magic released his soul, Killer teleporting before the arrow could hit him. Sharp bones rained down on the group again, the bones igniting in purple fire as Ink brought up a black paint shield, the shield bursting into flames. Blue teleported them out of harm's way, only for Killer to send waves of sharp bones at them, which Ink blocked with a wall of black paint, it vanishing to reveal a black Gaster Blaster that shot Killer into a wall, blasting the sleeve off of his left arm and singeing the bone underneath.

"damnit!" Killer cursed, using blue magic to fling Dream into Ink while the guardian of positivity tried figuring out where Dust was.

Blue used blue magic on Killer, throwing Killer into a building, before a wall of bones stopped his motion. Killer jumped off of it and slashed his knife at the heroes, forcing them to leap out of the way. They recovered quickly, though, but Killer had teleported out of the way before they did.

"damn, we need to catch the guy working with him!" Ink cursed.

"any ideas on who he could be, ink? which aus could he be from?" Dream asked.

"no, not really.... i mean the purple attacks narrows it down, but... no, that couldn't be it, those universes never get along, so it couldn't be that one..." Ink muttered.

"WHICH ONES?" Blue asked.

"not important, considering it's not likely. it's gotta be someone else." Ink replied, and Dream sighed.

"ink, who? even if it's unlikely, who could it be? it's our best chance." Dream asked.

"i'm thinking a dusttale, but i don't know..." Ink answered.

"if it's a dusttale, this probably won't end very well, considering this seems to be one of the stronger variants." Dream sighed.

"WHAT'S A DUSTTALE?" Blue asked.

"it's... complicated, blue. ink, what strategies do they use?" Dream questioned.

"this one." Ink sighed, tackling Dream out of the way as fire shot at his skull.

"HOW CAN WE COUNTER HIM?" Blue asked.

"look for anywhere he could be using to hide and spawn his attacks. dusttales are really good at that." Ink instructed, and the other two nodded.

Dust and Killer didn't give them time to look around, switching to spamming attacks to keep them on their toes. The three heroes had to repeatedly dodge, counter, and block rapidly incoming attacks that wouldn't let up.

"INK! THE METEOROIDS ABOVE US!" Blue called out suddenly, dodging sharp bones that stabbed into the building behind him.

"damn." Killer muttered, using blue magic to send Blue flying towards a wall, Dream catching him before he hit it.

"blue! you're a genius!" Dream praised, "ink!-"

"already on it!" Ink replied, cutting him off and forming black sharp bones and firing them at the meteoroids.

Somehow, the bones destroyed almost all of the meteoroids and yet they still missed the one Dust was hiding behind. Nightmare couldn't help but wonder if anyone else heard Dust's facepalm. Probably not. The heroes went more offensive after that, not giving Killer a break or an opening to attack, and they started getting the upper hand. Killer got pinned against a building, multiple Gaster Blasters from Ink and Blue firing at him, causing a large cloud of smoke to appear.

When the smoke cleared, Killer was surrounded by a wall of purple bones, the bones vanishing to reveal Dust next to Killer, eye sockets narrowed as he looked at the three.

"i hate being right..." Ink muttered, gripping his paintbrush tighter.

"thanks, dusty." Killer thanked him, Dust looking over his shoulder and nodding, vanishing from sight again.

This would be interesting...

Dust's Gaster Blasters surrounded the heroes, firing at them and forcing them to jump up and avoid it, only for Killer to summon his Gaster Blaster and fire it at them, making them teleport out of the way. Purple sharp bones and fireballs rained down at them, Dream making a forcefield and blocking the attacks, only for Killer to summon sharp bones out of the ground inside the forcefield, making them teleport away. Killer and Dust were complimenting each others attacks quite well; Nightmare was actually impressed with what they could do when attacking an enemy. Nightmare felt the hatred Dust was feeling for Dream reach it's boiling point, blue magic seizing Dream's soul as he was shot to the side, Dust focusing on attacking him specifically.

Killer held off Ink and Blue on his own, shooting a glance Dust's way to see how he was holding up. Dust was just fine, it was actually Dream who wasn't holding up well as Dust went all out with his attacks.

"why are you working with killer?! for nightmare?! any normal version of you wouldn't!" Dream asked, dodging purple spears that shot at him.

"i'm not normal, and it's not really your damn business!" Dust replied with a glare.

"will you at least tell me why you're so upset?! why do you feel such hatred towards me?!" Dream questioned in genuine confusion, and Dust scoffed.

"like you don't know! don't play stupid, dream!" Dust glared, summoning a purple trident in his hand, slashing it at Dream.

"what do you mean 'like i don't know'?!" Dream asked as he dodged, and Dust grit his teeth, flinging Dream through a wall before teleporting after him.

The fight continued a while longer, Killer getting thrown through a building and in retaliation, throwing Blue into Ink. Ink took an opening a few minutes later as Blue started going all out, Ink leaving to help Dream with Dust. Dust hadn't anticipated Ink's appearance, so he took a powerful hit from Ink's paintbrush, getting thrown through a wall and rendered unconscious, his theme ending. Killer saw this occur, and he immediately teleported into the rubble, emerging carrying Dust's limp form quite protectively, summoning his Gaster Blaster and firing it at Ink as he teleported out of sight. Killer appeared next to Nightmare, gripping Dust tightly and bits of anger sparking in his soul.

Nightmare teleported the three of them back to the castle, Killer's theme ending as they exited the AU. Killer sat Dust down on one of the couches in the living room before heading to the fridge, grabbing a healing potion Nightmare had found in an AU a few days ago before closing the fridge and and teleporting back to Dust. Killer tilted Dust up a bit, pulling his mouth open and slowly trickling the liquid down his throat, putting the bottle in his pocket before picking Dust up into his arms again.

"he'll be fine, killer. ink got a lucky hit in. dust won't allow it to happen again." Nightmare told him, and Killer nodded.

"i know, i just..." Killer trailed off, looking down at the skeleton in his arms.

"i know." Nightmare told him, and Killer took Dust to his room.

That's when Nightmare felt the negativity surge up in Horrortale. It was finally happening...

Nightmare teleported to the AU, in the shadows as he observed everything happening. There was a lot of yelling and shouting, especially from the Sans of the timeline.

"are ya kiddin' me, undyne?! what the hell're ya doin'?!" Sans shouted in anger, Nightmare following the noise to the scene playing out, listening in the shadows.

Undyne was inside their house in the AU, along with a few guards who had Papyrus pinned to the wall, spears through his ribcage.

"ALPHYS IS DEAD, SANS! SHE'S DEAD AND IT'S YOUR FAULT!" Undyne screamed at him, sounding distraught.

"BROTHER, WHAT IS SHE TALKING ABOUT?" Papyrus asked, but Sans ignored him.

"she's brain-dead, not dead, ya stupid sardine!" Sans snapped, "besides, she knew what she did! she had it coming!"

"SHE WAS TRYING TO SAVE EVERYONE, WHICH IS MORE THAN YOU WERE DOING!" Undyne yelled.

"killin' me wasn't the only solution! i told ya how it could've been fixed, but instead of losin' her voice, she decided i had to lose my life!"

"And I told you that even if that had happened, Alphys is too important to have lost her voice!" Undyne hissed.

"important for what?! bein' your girlfriend?!" Sans snapped, "ya pissy that she wouldn't've been able to moan for ya?!"

"HOW DARE YOU?! SHE DID MORE FOR THE UNDERGROUND THAN YOU COULD EVER KNOW!" Undyne yelled.

"yeah, her drool's probably pretty useful for ya to mop the floors with!" Sans scoffed.

"BOTH OF YOU, STOP IT!" Papyrus shouted, and the house went quiet, "STOP FIGHTING! PLEASE! UNDYNE, WHAT DOES HE MEAN YOU TRIED TO KILL HIM?.... AND WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT WITH ALPHYS? NO ONE HAS HEARD ANYTHING ABOUT HER FOR MONTHS, IF NOT LONGER!"

"He didn't tell you? Well I'll tell you what happened! I took his eye to save everyone-!" Undyne started.

"and put a hole in my damn skull.." Sans muttered.

"-and Sans freaked out and he went on a rampage!" Undyne finished.

"RAMPAGE?..." Papyrus asked.

"YES! He killed some of my best guards and turned Alphys's brain into mush!" Undyne yelled.

"i told ya i wasn't thinking straight! almost gettin' murdered kinda does that to ya! you on the other hand, haven't had that excuse for years and you've still been batshi-!"

"SHUT UP, SANS!" Undyne snapped.

"if ya let my brother go, i will! he's got nothin' to do with this, and you know it!" Sans shot back.

"No! You need to learn what it feels like to lose someone you love! You need to pay for what you did to her!" Undyne snapped.

"undyne i swear to god, if you kill him, i will shatter every damn bone in your body like glass!" Sans snarled.

"If you wanted to you would have done so already!" Undyne hissed.

"i didn't because the underground needed a leader, and papyrus needed some stability in this dump! you kill him, you won't have that protection!" Sans snapped, and he was pinned against a wall.

"Guards, knock him out." Undyne ordered.

"BROTHER, WATCH OUT!" Papyrus yelled out his warning.

Nightmare heard a loud wack as a guard started to scream, the screaming settling down to a crying whimper.

"SANS!" Papyrus cried.

"I'm sorry, Papyrus, but Sans needs to learn his lesson." Undyne apologized.

"UNDYNE! Y-YOUR MAJESTY! PLEASE, DON'T DO THIS! THIS DOESN'T HAVE TO HAPPEN! YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS!" Papyrus pleaded, and Undyne sighed.

". . . I'm sorry, Paps. At least you'll be freed from this hell." Undyne said somberly, and Nightmare heard Papyrus let out a pained gasp.

Nightmare peeked in the window to see Sans unconscious on the floor, one of the guards arms having shattered while the other tried helping them, and most importantly, the scene he'd been waiting two weeks for. Undyne had sent a spear through his soul, the tall skeleton having tears in his eye sockets as his body turned to dust, his remains falling onto the floor.

". . . Let's go before Sans wakes up. He'll have learned after this." Undyne ordered, Nightmare hiding once again as Undyne and the guards left the house.

Undyne didn't know that Sans wouldn't be crying, he'd be furious. Papyrus was the one reason he'd had to not obliterate her, but now that he was gone... Things were about to get interesting...

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