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IM INSPIRED YIPPIE

I was thinking about everyone's favorite gambler and had funny thoughts so enjoy please

Orange Slice

Warnings; slight angst, mentions of slavery, mentions of abuse, mentions of parent

A few days ago Jade had called him into her office saying that he was to come with her to a smaller planet named Anides to see if they could talk the planet into being open to interglacial trade. And so, as he was asked, he went.

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The ship was welcomed by the Royal family of Anides. Queen Clora standing next to the oldest, Prince Soulris and the middle child, Prince Orion.

Queen Clora worse robes that seemed to be loosely draped over her. The colors of the spring garden they stood in. Her hair, long and a light brown fading to a light pink, flowing as if a breeze were blowing it. There was no breeze.

Prince Soulris wore a suite of white with a light pink tie. His hair, short and golden. Waving just like his mother's. His eyes a shade of gold.

Prince Orion was next. His hair, short and brown, also waving. His eyes golden. Freckles dotted his skin. He wore lose fitting robes like his mother, only they were the colors of the sunset, accented with a deep purple.

Strange. Hair waving with no breeze. He looked up to Jade who just greeted the family. With a wave of Queen Clora's hand they weee walking to the grand castle.

"There are two more. The king is asleep, working only at night. His daughter takes after him. As for the hair, it's because they are spell casters, one of the few in the galaxy. Their hair flows due to their strong magical abilities. Pay attention, this will not be an easy negotiation"

Jade whispered down to him as they walked behind the family. Aventurine nodded, keeping mental notes. He would watch closely. He has too, he wants to claw his way to the top, he has to watch closely.

He had no chips at the table, and he sure wanted some.

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The meeting had ended several system hours ago. They would be here for a few more days, Jade still trying to convince the very stubborn queen.

Aventurine had wondered out to the garden, the night cool and calm. He was avoiding fresh nightmares still. He couldn't stop seeing the slaves he had killed, the dreams he had taken. They tormented him nightly, just like tonight.

With a shaky breath, he rubbed his neck, over his mark. An awful reminder of the life he had escaped from. It seemed to burn at times, even on nights as cool as this. Another one of many painful memories.

He walked deeper into the garden, stopping when he saw a woman. Long waving hair, robes lose fitting and light purple with small little gold accents, as if they were stars. Eyes a shade of gold. Around her ankles were gold anklets. 

She turned and looked at him, a bit surprised.

"H-hello?"

Aventurine froze before waving back and introducing himself.

Was she a member of the royal family? She had the same eyes. Was waving hair exclusive to the royal family? The royal family was all wearing crowns and she isn't so maybe she's not?

His thoughts raced and the woman looked away, shy.

That was the first night

The second night went much better. They introduced themselves. The woman showed him around the garden, showing him all the flowers that only bloomed at night. Showing him the constellations.

They went like this nightly. The two meeting in the garden and the woman showing him around, the night markets, the rivers and springs. Aventurine started to look forwards to their nightly meetings.

It was the fourth night, the two simply sitting together in the garden.

"You said you were born with exceptional luck, correct?"

"Yes, why?"

"A-ah then you may not have need for my gift but" 

The woman presses her hands together. When she pulls them apart she had created him a poker chip. Instead of the center being blank, it held the imprint of a star. The colors, matching his own colors. His eyes widened.

A chip. He had his first chip.

He looked up at her. She looked nervous. He smiled, thanking her.

Did he have two chips? Could he use this against the Queen? No he couldn't. She never said if she was a part of the royal family or not. And even if she was, did he want to use her as a chip? No, it felt strange. Awful.

So he had his one chip.

But he wasn't sure if he wanted to spend this chip.

So he tucked it away, in his breast pocket, close to him at all times.

The two talked and talked till the sun started to rise.

The woman walked over to an orange tree in the garden. She pealed it, and handed him the orange. Smiling as she spoke with a smile,

"Good morning Aventurine"

Aventurine didn't let him self think. Sure four days was a short amount of time to fall in love with someone, but he was leaving in two days. He was gifted something special, so he decided to return something equally as special.

He kissed her cheek as he took the orange from her hand

"Good morning (y/n)"

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The queen ran late to the fifth day's meeting.

Again the meeting trialed on and on. Both parties fighting over the intergalactic trade, the IPC wanting a foothold and the Queen, not budging, always denying.

Aventurine kept learning by watching, observing both sides. Learning and watching how Jade and the Queen would both gain and gamble their metaphorical chips.

Soon enough the sun set and they all went to their rooms, all but Aventurine, who went straight to the garden.

He sat on the bench they always met. And stayed, waiting. Waiting for several system hours until Soulris walked out, finally finding Aventurine.

Aventurine shot up, quickly bowing. Soulris looked guilty. He held out an orange as he spoke,

"Mother broke her legs in two. I overheard her saying that it was too dangerous for her to walk out there, in the gardens with you, so she had to save her"

They both looked equally horrified. Aventurine took the orange and pealed it. Asking Soulris to deliver a message to his sister, and an orange, something they both started to share in the mornings.

Soulris nodded and left to deliver the orange and message to his sister.

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It's been years since then. Aventurine was pealing an orang, leaving the peals all over Dr. Rato's desk.

With each layer removed another pleasant memory bubbled to the surface, about the woman he met in the gardens of a palace, and the sharp and abrupt goodbye that they had to share.

"The Greeks used to eat Oranges every day in the mornings, they figured it would warm the stomach"

Ratio spoke up, before swiping away all the orange peals

"Now get your damn orange peals off my desk"

The two were then called to Penacony.

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Again, Aventurine sat in the lounge, eating an orange when he saw a face he never imagined he'd see again, and feeling he thought he had managed to lose bubbling again to the surface.

It was her, the woman whose mother broke her legs, walking by and taking a seat near him, pealing an orange.

The two made eye contact, eyes widening, breath quickening, scooting closer to eachother.

Orange slices getting exchanged with smiles

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BG3 masterlist

Astarion

Blood covered petals (slow burn)

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I SWEAR THIS ONE ISNT ANGST THIS TIME

I've recently gotten back into one of my favorite games of all time, Bg3. With hotfix #24 up and time to sit back and just enjoy my playthrough (its like my 6th). I was streaming the char creation to one of my friend's (even though my pc was slowly slowly screwing itself over and it still is rip) created the Tav I'll be using.

Yes its an oc tav but please bare with me

As i was playing i could not stop from developing a backstory for her, ended up homebrewing an entire race and how they interact with others during a brain storm session at the cafe i write at (please help the workers know my order and name now) and while listening to music i came up with a slow burn love story.

anyways, no more stalling and thank you so much for reading

Blood Laced Petals

The chilly night air whipped through Valora's hair sending shivers down her spine. Her hair, long and a dark pink mixed with dark purples, pulled tightly in a braid that reaches down to her ankles. Her skin, the color of the wild flowers beneath her feet, a shade of light ink mixed with rose. The horns on her head, a light green fading slowly into white. Her eyes, the sclarea a shade of black, her iris a shade of pink, matching her skin and the pupils, a shade of green matching her horns.

She wears a dress she calls "night song" with golden wires wraping around her legs up to her thighs. Her dress a dark green. A crooked old staff on her back.

Inhaling deeply Valora sighs, feeling the energy of life around her. Closing her eyes and sitting on the grassy, flower covered ground, she closes her eyes and meditates, failing to hear the chaos in her village about a mile away from where she sits.

Clueless as ever, opening her eyes up just as a long black tundral from the Notoloid gets its hold around her waist, effectively and unwillingly teleporting her into a mindflayer pod.

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It takes a while of willing her eyes to open, then willing the pod to open for her to escape. Her bare feet landing on the squishy flesh like floor of the Notoloid.

No sooner had she exited the pod did fire and flame finally find its way into the room she was held in. The ship lurched forward and back, as if it were tossed by the deep waters of the sea than the clear skies.

Looking out a side of the Notoloid that was torn open from who knows what, she see's it down below. On hands and knees she crawls closer to the edge, amazed by what she sees below.

A realm, entirely of green and blue, much like the realm she came from, but also different. She can spot clusters of stone and various colors down below.

Looking up she can see the stars and beautiful night sky. Something she knew her people back home would be watching two.

Mistaking it for her home for a moment, she tried to access her magic. However no matter how much she willed it, she did not have a bond with this land, and therefore could not access any of her magic.

One last lurch forward of the ship caused her to black out once more.

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When she woke up, she was faced with several unfamiliar faces.

A half elf with pitch black hair and deeper eyes, with a strange trinket around her head. A human wizard, wrapped in robes of purple eyeing her with a grate curiosity. A pale elf with swirling white hair and blood red eyes. And a Gith with short brown hair.

Shooting up Valora looked almost relieved to see a Gith, as they had came to her realm a long time ago, and acted as rulers. Yes, Gith thought of her kind as underlings, nothing more than sheep to look after, she was relieved to see someone who she thought could help.

Before she could open her mouth to speak, shouting was heard just over the hill,

"Apologies, but it seems our introductions will have to wait"

Valora was helped up by man wrapped in purple as the woman with black hair left to go speed with a blue tifling. A woman they seemed to call "tav".

The group of them seemed to be following Tav, so Valora did as well. Blindly trusting the Gith as she had been trained to since a little girl.

She watched the group fight a pack of goblins. Valora wanted to help, but without her magic, without her bond to the land, it would be impossible for her without becoming an hindrance. And so she watched.

After the fight was done, she noticed the man with white hair, who she overheard Tav adress as "Astarion" eye the blood that was spilled with a mix of hunger and disgust. Valora found it odd, thinking about it, in her experience she had never known a creature to just feed off of blood.

"Hello there, quite sorry we never became acquainted"

A voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"My name's Gale"

The wizard wrapped in purple shook her hand

"Tav has gone up ahead, speaking with Zevlor"

Gale motions over to the blue and red tiflings speaking together. He then motions to each person respectively,

"That one's Lazel, we aren't sure if her bark is wore, or her bite"

He chuckles to him self after his poor joke.

"That one there is Astarion, don't let him scare you. And that one's Shadowheart. Quite the name if I say so"

Valora finds herself nodding along, taking in the information.

"I'm Valora"

She spoke, looking now at Tav who returned.

"Valora correct? Hello, I'm Tav-"

The two of you were cut off by a lurching, searing pain in the head as your two tadpoles formed a connection.

One end saw from your point of view, looking down at the realm as the Notoloid crashed down to the earth below.

The other saw a fight between Mindflayers and Cambions. In the end when it came down to it, the party that came out ontop was that of Shadowheart, Lazel and Tav.

Reeling the two of you looked at each other. Valora smiles shyly. She knew she had become a thrall, but was choosing to live her life here to the fullest while she could.

Tav smiled warmly at Valora who was rubbing the back of her arm.

"Your also infected? Come with us. We're searching for a cure"

Valora nodded her head and shook Tav's hand. Gale smiled while Lazel and Shadowheart looked unreadable. Astarion on the other hand looked a bit more unhappy. Another person ment another mouth to feed and more food they'd have to find.

He also wasn't a fan on how she just hid watching while the others did all the hard work, all the killing all the bloodshed. So he turned his nose up, thinking her a freeloader.

Tav led the ever growing group further inside the Druid camp. While tav was off speaking with a man with a stone eye, Valora wondered off a bit, Lazel making sure she kept an eye on her from a distance.

Valors felt quite a strong connection here, like she could bond with this land here and now, but she knew it would still take a few hours, and from the looks of the group and how they were already heading deeper into the grove she wouldn't have time. She would have to wait till they all set up camp.

Valora watched closely as Tav spoke with the head Druid Kaugha, wincing when she threatened to send a snake on a young tifling. She watched with stars in her eyes as Tav managed to diffuse the situation and give Astarion an opportunity to slip away.

Valora winced as they spoke with Nettie and received the wyvern poison. Biting her lip as once again, Tav diffused the situation, as Gale's blood started to boil, as ShadowHeart and Lazel remained stoic. She couldn't read Astarions expression.

As the sun began to set as they left the Druid camp behind, she watched as the group started to set up camp for the night, Valora mimicking the movements of Lazel.

The group welcomed Wyll who was ready at the camp sight. Then sharing what home cooked goodness Gale managed to throw together with what they found.

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As night fell and the group went to bed, Valora peaked her head out of her tent. Looking around and spotting no one, she headed deeper into the woods. Tav had given her a spare pair of clothes to sleep in, a pair of leather pants and white tunic. The top didn't quite fit but it was more than sufficient for sleepwear.

Finding a circle of trees, Valora took a seat, closing her eyes and started to meditate, making sure she could get a nice and deep connection with the land.

As she was doing so. Her horns started to softly glow a light green, matching the colors of her horns.

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Astarion could have swore that if his heart could beat it would be beating currently. He was hunting a boar. Something that could let him a while.

It took him longer than he would have liked, his body and reactions already slower from his hunger.

He panted, his back to a tree and a boar half drained in his arms. He was pleased with this hunt. It would be alright. As he sunk his fangs back into the boar he spotted a dim glow coming from a circle of trees.

Finishing his meal and leaving the body aside, he snuck closer, if it were a stranger or a poor traveler who went alone, he could swipe a few things he may need.

As he peaked through some trees he saw Valora, her back turned to him. Her horns glowing as she feel into a deep meditation.

He stumbled, but careful not to make a sound.

She wasn't a tifling

She wasn't what he thought at all, she wasn't from this realm

He had questions. And questions he would ask when he could get her alone the next night.

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PLEASE KEEP IN MIND TGIS IS A SLOW BURN SO PLEASE BE PATIENT WITH ME

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Paw Prints and Eraser Shavings

Previous

(b/n) - Band name (y/n) - your name

The next day - U.A

This is one of the days Shota had students in his classroom. He sat at his desk, waiting for the minutes to click by so he could start class. He could have sworn his ear perked up when he overheard one of the students talking about the band you were a part of.

"Did you hear? They say the reason Jacob quit was because he wanted to move to Japan!"

"No way! Why do you think that is? Oh oh! Maybe he has a secret double life!"

"Highly unlikely. Who knows why he quit. Man it's a shame we won't get to hear any more of his music"

"Yeah what a shame he was so-"

Shota inwardly sighed, glad the bell cut the gossip off. He stood up and began his class.

A week before the festival

You used the time after students left for the day as your practice time. You knew your brother would be less than thrilled at the idea of you breaking all of your illusions but you were tired of living in lies.

You sent out messages to your old band mates, asking them for help and when's the soonest they could come to Japan. You set your phone down, books in hands. You had some pratice to do if you wanted this to go off without a bitch, and you had to figure out how to sneak three people into the school festival with the tightest security you've ever seen.

You knew you would have to use your quirk on them, at least attempting to disguise them as students. Problem was, you didn't know if you could. So here you sat at your desk, trying to make a stack of books look like apples while keeping your own illusion up. At least it was after hours and if your own happened to fall, no one was likely to walk in with a book in need of return.

You were close, watching the edges of the books waver, a sure sign that it would work, when your phone dinged, shattering your concentration on the books. You looked at it and replied to your band mates, letting you know they could make it out and had booked flights and hotels for tomorrow.

You smiled and turned your attention back to the stack of books. Everything seemed like it was falling into place.

You packed up and left as the first rays of night shown in through the windows, scurrying home.

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Much later in the evening Shota arrived in his apartment after patrol. He headed straight for the shower, cleaning all the sweat and grime off him from the day, changing into a t shirt and grey sweats after he dried off. He walked over to his couch, running a hand through his damp hair. He pulled out his phone to text Hizashi asking if you were still in America, not wanting to go to you out of fear that he would wake up up somehow, or bother you at all.

His eyes widened at the notion that you had returned home. He quickly opened his laptop to cancel his flight and his hotel, before feeling rage. His best friend hadn't told him that you were even thinking about moving back. He pinched his nose, stressing over it and deciding it best to just ignore it. If you came back to Japan you would have told him right? Surely you were just traveling, enjoying your time.

The next night

You met with your old band mates in a hotel room, not bothering to keep any illusions up. They knew and they had kept your secret. You informed them all of your plan and then spent the rest of the night getting a feel for casting an illusion on other living breathing people.

After a few hours you left them to sleep and adjust to the time. You got ok your phone, calling a certain fluffy principal just to make sure he was okay with the idea too for good measure. You walked out of the hotel not knowing a certain onix eyed man was watching while on patrol.

Surely his mind was playing tricks on him again. He closed his eyes and shook his head, looking back at where you would have been. He sighed. Of course you weren't there. You weren't in Japan. It was just fate playing another cruel trick on him again.

He ended up going home directly after patrol.

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The School Festival

Shota held Eri in his arms, up so she could watch the performances on the stage he was close too. Jiro and her group had just finished up, high-fiving eachother and settling near the front of the stage.

He watched as a few students he didn't quite recognize shuffle on stage, setting up for their own song. He looked at Hizashi who stood next to him, looking just as puzzled as he felt. He hummed, turning his attention to the stage as they did a quick sound check.

Deku walked up and took Eri, giving Shota time to roll his shoulder back. You stood right behind the two, watching them through your illusion. You've said nothing, more focused on keeping everyone's illusions up.

(Please read with this song here playing)

You heard the strumming start, you took that time to breath. Taking deep breaths while your band started to get the crowd ready. With a sharp exhale you dropped the illusion on your band, eyes snapping up when the spotlight landed on you.

"I'm not gonna miss you when yo ur dead and gone"

You sang from behind them in a voice you can only now describe as "Jacob". Your brother made eye contact with you, eyes wide. You smirked. Much to his horror, you would do it. You were going to shatter all of thoes well placed illusions.

"Not gonna talk about you over and over and over"

You ran fingers through your hair, reverting the illusion to look like "Jacob's" hair. This was it. Your final performance as the quiet librarian. "Jacob's" final performance. You stepped out from behind the men, sticking your tongue out at your brother and flipping him off behind your back.

Shota raised an eyebrow. He wasn't aware that the American pop sensation had a quirk, let alone worked for U.A. He didn't think that "Jacob" would be so disrespectful.

"Not gonna file you under latest nostalgia"

You made your way to the front of the stage, walking past the glittering eyes of the students. Shota looked over at Hizashi, taking in his expression. He questioned if the two of you were close, he thought that it may make sense, as he did tend to play (b/n) a lot on his station.

"Nor happily ever after"

You pulled yourself up on stage. Picking the mic off the stand. It did look kind of silly, the wild punk like face and hair of "Jacob" and the tame reserved dress and body of the librarian.

"Don't wanna listen to your played out songs

Not gonna think about you over and over and over

Don't wanna read about the latest fads on your trendy blog

I want nothing to do with that"

Looking over at your brother, he looked mortified. You smirked. He knew you were tired of living like you were someone else. Tired of being in someone's shadow, tired of not being in your own skin.

Shota noticed his friend looked, how mortified he seemed. Raising an eyebrow, he looked up at you. What could the quiet librarian possibly be thinking?

"Cause you made a mess of everything

And I'm not listning!"

You winked. Right at Hizashi and Shota.

"You're not a hero!"

Raising your hand above your head, you let a small circle of green form, almost looking like a magic circle. It's not however, it's yet another one of your illusions done to emphasize what you are about to do.

Motioning your hand back towards the floor, the green circle making it down towards your feet. As it moves, your appearance does as well. Almost in a sort of green flash, your librarian clothing changes to that of the ones "Jacob" wears onstage.

"Your a liar Your not a savior, you're a vampire Suckin the life out of all the friends you've ever known You're just a train wreck, not a winner Up on your soapbox, preaching down to the sinners a saint without a cause we're not listening, we're not listening"

Smiling down at your brother, you raked your fingers through the hair of the illusion, replacing the ears for your very own vixen ones. Relishing in the thought that you are one more step closer to saying goodbye to your illusions, to finally live as you.

Shota raised an eyebrow. He knows he's seen those ears before. What he hasn't seen before hand however, were those toothy fangs you were not sporting. He had finally grown more and more suspicious. He wants to think its you, the one he's had a crush on since he was in school, but he had to think logically. You had to still be in America where it was safer right? If so then why does Hizashi look so nervous?

"I'm gonna start a revolution of convoluted disillusion I'll lead a war with no conclusion in the final hour I'll be a confident coward. Cause if we stand for nothing, we'll fall for everything!"

You sang the chorus again, reviling in the confused look of Shota, the terrified look of Hizashi, yet also dreading the look the fans. How they went feral for a person who was both you, yet nothing like you. How you were excited to shed it all.

After the last bridge, the final chorus came up. You raised your hand, dropping first the illusion of your voice, letting it return to normal,

"You're gonna miss me when im dead and gone they're gonna talk about me over and over and over They're gonna file me under latest nostalgia and happily ever after I'm not a hero, I'm a liar!"

Finally you dropped all of you're illusions, it was you, finally, you. Yes you were dressed the same as your illusion but you did not mind one bit. Hizashi had a mix of terror and pride, scared that now his little sister's identity was out, it could be used against him, while Shota stood with his mouth wide open.

It really was you. You were back in Japan. It wasn't a dream, you were preforming for him again in the flesh. A mix of emotions flooded his system, but he knew one thing for sure, he was going to see you after the show.

the fans in the crowd went wild, seeing now the you behind the illusions, the real you. They loved it, you loved it, and that was all that mattered to you.

you finished up the show, smiling wildly as the last chord was struck. You introduced your band and thanked the show for coming out to the very last performance they would have.

leaving the stage, you made eye contact with Shota. Walking up to him, you moved some hair out of your face.

opening your mouth to speak, he cut you off, engulfing you with is arms. Smiling, you retunred the embrace.

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Its been a few months since the performance, you two kept busy and spent what time you could together. Currently, you two are cuddled up on Shota's bed, him fresh from the shower after finishing his patrol, and you happy as can be just to have him in your arms.

Humming softly as you played with his hair, the two finally reunited after many many years apart.

The two of you, happy as can be

Like paw prints in eraser shavings

Fin

#x reader #(y/n) #aizawa x reader #my hero academia #my hero acadamy

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Heloo! :D I saw your request are open so i decided to send one! what would be Sunday's reaction to a Furina!s/o? If that's a tad bit confusing, can you do Sunday's reaction to his s/o performing Sinners Finale (Furina's execution song) and the execution if you're feeling angsty :3 (You dont need to add that part if you dont want to) SORRY FOR MY BAD ENGLISH IM REALLY BAD AT EXPLAINING

can i be 🤸 anon pls :3

-🤸

You bet you can! Sorry 🤸 if it's not as you'd like but I did have a lot of fun writing about it. I kept some elements that I really enjoyed and found some nice music to listen to in the prosess. I had a lot of fun brainstorming in a cafe with some coffee!

Sorry about my posting being all over the place, moving across the country in the next few months will keep one busy! Anyways heads up this will pull at the heart strings,

Without anymore stalling, I present

La Danse du Chagrin

"Long, long ago, on a small planet named La Sec, a tradition old as the aeons persisted. Every 500 years a lottery was to be held. The winner is said to preform a dance so wonderful that the skies themselves weep and bring this dry and starved planet the water it desires"

You've told this story to Sunday as many times as he asked. Every time he seemed more and more enthralled within the sad story.

The very same story you told him when he first found you, one of of his many trips outside of Penacony.

He saw you dancing for the very first time, a style he wasn't familiar with at first. You lived gracefully, going up en point as if it were as easy as breathing.

The two of you met when he went to extend an invitation, to invite you to dance for the dreamscape. You soon became one of the more popular shows to go to when Robin wasn't present.

It was just after one of your shows, you and Sunday were in your dressing room. Him away from the public eye, watching you make yourself perfect before your next performance.

Sunday's always liked that about you, how your always perfect when you dance, as well as when you dress for the day or for the stage.

A bloodhound knocks on the door to the dressing room, prompting Sunday to get up and answer it as you were busy making sure your hair was perfect. Sunday was handed a note, addressed to you. He passed it along, setting it down on your table while he took his seat again.

Carefully you opened it, taking the note in hand and reading it. You bit your lip, keeping as stoic an expression as you could muster.

"Well my dear dove, it seems we have a show to attend in La Sec. I do hope you will come watch me dance, they did personally invite me too"

You said as you stood up, turning to face him. In hand your point shoes. In the other a red tambourine with matching velvet ribbons tied to it. Your dress a silky white with blood red accents.

"By of course my dear, it seems we are to depart?"

You nodded your head and walked side by side with him.

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Arriving home was just like you expected. Dry, the earth cracked and starved for water. You took Sunday to Palace d'ear. A grand palace with many a room and beautiful gardens made of stones instead of lush greens. Inside tall ceilings with paintings.

Sunday looked at the paintings, filled with beautiful dancers, tales of woe and sorrow. Some of excutions.

The two of you walked on, further and further. You directed Sunday to a stage, and had him sit in the audience, while you went off to speak with an official.

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It had been about an hour, he noticed a spinning blue sword above the stage, he figured it was just an effect. After all, it is a stage.

He blinked as he looked at you, then, the music started to play.

He watched you dance both your and his favorite solo, La Esmeralda Finale .

Your white dress swirled around you as you danced, your pristine point shoes matching your skin as always. Your hair half up and half down. Sunday always lived watching you dance.

The music ended as you held your final pose. As Sunday stood clap, the blue sword he saw beforehand stopped spinning, and came crashing down with a thunk.

Your dress was stained red, like the bow in your hair.

His eyes, wide in horror. No one had explained the sacrifice to him.

He bolted to the stage when he could, cradling what was left of you as he watched your body turn to little blue droplets and head into the sky.

Your bloodied point shoes, held close to his chest as it started to rain outside.

Oh what a terrible day for rain.

He clutched your beloved shoes close to his heart. He started to sob.

First he was robbed of his sister, now of his beloved? How the world was cruel to him.

He stayed long past the crowd leaving, gathering up your belongings to take them back to his home, your home.

Sunday never went to a ballet again, it wasn't the same.

How he wished he could have watched you keep dancing on for him

#x reader #(y/n) #honkai star rail x reader #sunday x reader #sunday #sunday honkai star rail #sunday hsr #angst #honkai star rail angst

[itsbubbleteataro]

Okay I know this is something different from what I write on here (and I promise I'm working on both Paw Prints and Eraser Shavings, as well as The Radio Host and The Reporter, I'm just drawing blanks) I just need to clear writers block so I'm hoping this helps. Ps this is technically a backstory to one of my DnD characters :3

Flame into Powder

Warnings: angsty, guns, arson, gore

About; a cult runs into town, will they be over run by it, or will they submit to it?

NOT PROOF READ

The earth, cracked, a shade of copper crunches under her feet. Three tiflings standing shoulder to shoulder. Two having wings. One was an older gentleman, skin red as flame. Black hair pushed away from his face with white streaks sprinkled through it. His clawed hands on the two woman who stand shoulder to shoulder. His two devil like horns, twisting like a goat's before pointing up at the sky. Golden eyes watching the town below. Dressed in a fitted white shirt, his torn wings tucked into his back as to not take up too much space. Lose fitting pants and black boots, lightly covered in copper colored dust.

The woman on the right, his daughter. She looked just like him, same ruby red skin, same bright golden eyes and pitch black hair. Her horns, pointed up at the sky with no twists, a cowboy hat with holes cut out for the horns perched on her head. She too wore a white shirt, only it was much more lose fitting. Similar wings, almost bat like in shape were pressed to her back, hers unscathed. Clawed hands holding the other tiflings hand. Her legs adorned by tight fitting brown leather pants. Black boots matching her father's also covered in copper colored dust.

The third tifling was like one you would see anywhere, skin a deep blue. Horns a shade of black as well, twisting and pointing behind her. A purple wizard cap sitting proudly on her head. Dressed in white frills and a purple dress, her claws, painted gold, holding on to a staff that has burn marks littered about. Her dress falling down to her knees. Black ankle boots with purple bows decorate her feet.

The three of them watching the sunset over the town.

The older man silently sighed, reflecting on the many year journey it took them to get here.

The three of them fled Avernus many many years ago, back when his daughter and her girlfriend were just little girls.

Avernus was a harsh land, located in the ninth circle of hell. They escaped barely. It took Calub risking his wings to save the three. They were so badly damaged that he can no longer fly.

It took them years to find this place, to build a house for the three of them. Caleb, Jessie and Umi have learned to not take this sunset for granted, the three of them having earned it.

The day turns to night right before their very eyes and the trio head home. Caleb starts on dinner, while Jessie and Umi head to their room.

Umi lays on the bed, legs in the air kicking as she looks again over a book. One of many that Jessie had stolen for her. Jessie sits at a chair, facing the bed, polishing her cherished revolver (think Smith and Wesson 357 Magum).

They spend their days like this, Jessie and Caleb doing work around the house or the farm while Umi worked on her studies as a wizard, writing to other wizards for help on occasion.

All was well until one day, when Caleb saw something strange in the town. Pointing it out to the two girls, a new large building had seemingly been built overnight. The three decided to walk into town, investigating the strange building.

The three weren't strangers to the town, Caleb going in for food and Jessie and Umi to meet with the few friends they have at a tavern.

Unknown to them they were being watched by the new soul in town.

The three walked up to the building, something grand like a church, one with a simple sliver spoon. Umi tilted her head, such strange imagery for a church.

Umi decided to look into it when the three returned home, walking slowly through the town, picking up a few things for dinner along the way.

They spent the week like that, Umi staying home, reading into it while Caleb and Jessie went into town to gather information. The three didn't quite trust the church. Soon, they had good reason not to.

Jessie and Caleb were in town, heading into the tavern, when they stopped dead in their tracks, looking up at the large old oak tree that stood tall and firm in the center of town.

Dangling from one of the branches was the mangled body of a Drow. Limbs missing, body bruised and broken, thrown hastily over one of the branches. Dangling from the neck, a sliver chain, at the end, a sliver spoon.

Clearly a message, to those who dare oppose.

The two went back early that day to share what they found.

Umi did not take what they had found lightly.

She insisted much to Jessie's dismay that they did some that that night.

The trio did nothing that night, much to Umi's dismay. They simply didn't have enough information to formulate a plan.

Little did Jessie know, that night would be the last night the three would be together.

Umi had slipped on her sliver ring for luck, the one that Jessie gave her when they started to date, then slipped out the window.

Jessie was the first to notice, waking up to an empty bed when she wanted to get some water. Caleb was the second, hearing sounds a fight from town. The two looked at each other and sprang into action.

Jessie grabbed her revolver while Caleb took his daggers, sliding them in their sheets around his hips. Jessie placing her revolver in its holster on the side of her hip. Her hat hastily placed on her head as Caleb goes to the shed, tearing a sheet off an early motorcycle. The two hop on, speeding to the town now ablaze with fire.

Umi was strong Jessie knew, but they had no idea what they were dealing with.

It wasn't long before they reached the town, fire burning around them, Umi standing on weak legs, holding her side, hunched over. Jessie ran up, checking her out quickly as Caleb focused down the person infront of them.

They were outnumbered, the three knew that, but they couldn't back out. Not yet. 

Hell broke lose figuratively, bullets being fired, daggers finding their way into people's flesh, spells being casted.

All was well, the fight somehow even. All up untill this figure, dressed in robes of black.

Caleb, standing under the the awning of one of the stores, was pulling his dagger out from one of the bodies. The figure, seeing this as an opportunity, fired a bolt of fire at the support beam.

A gargled yell left his body, as he was crushed to death.

Jessie was horrified. Already starting to back up. It was no better for Umi, who now had a dagger sticking out of her heart.

Her body, crumbled on the ground, her blood pooling underneath her.

The cultists, taking their leave, retreating back into the church.

Jessie falls to her knees, looking at the only two people she has ever loved, now dead next to her. She takes the gold ring that was around Umi's finger. She slips it onto her own, tears in her eyes. Her lover dead. She looks over at the rubble where her father lays crushed to death. Sobbing.

The smoke from the fires lit around starts to combine, forming a sort of demon.

The humanoid, a being made of smoke. Large glowing red eyes, long black hair, looks down at Jessie.

Extending a hand, and making a deal to her in Infernal,

"I know you want to avenge them, I can feel your pain. I can help. I will lend you my strength, and in exchange, after the cult has been destroyed, you will give me your body to use as a physical form. Do we have a deal, young tifling?"

Jessie shook his hand. She could feel this new power pumping through her veins.

The demon of smoke introduced himself is Falfor, before disappearing.

Jessie's revolver turns black, sliver accents swirling around the barrel.

It takes a while, but eventually, her father and girlfriend are buried in the backyard, graves dug and marked.

Jessie, standing alone, watching the town, eyes narrowed at the cult.

She will take it down someday, her loved ones sacrifice will not be wasted, even if it costs her body

#short story #dnd oc #dnd5e #dnd character

[itsbubbleteataro]

Paw prints and eraser shavings

Introduction

Quirk; Illusion - the ability to change the sound of your voice and your appearance minus your emerald green eyes

Six months before you move to Japan

You stared at your phone, waiting for people to leave your dressing room so you could finally shed your illusions. You stared in the mirror, the reflection staring back at you with bored green eyes. You had shaggy short fluffy hair with green at the ends. You wore a band t of an indie group from Japan with the sleeves cut off. Skinny jeans adorned your legs.

Leaning back in your chair you sighed. Even your own sighs sounded so different, boyish even. You were again thinking about quitting your life as a rock star in America.

Yes you had fame, fans, anything you could ask for, but you were oh so homesick, missing your brother and having privacy. You missed jamming out infront of your brother, or at the bars and cafes you did when you were younger.

Your hands ached to play, to let your illusions down, to let your heart out, let what's been building up inside since your last press conference out. To let your thoughts wonder to something other than a tour you have comming up.

You chose this illusion when you came to America, after looking into how people who looked more masculine had an easier time making it big. So you chose something looking like a tall, skinny man with fluffy hair.

You sighed watching as people finally left your little room. Relaxing as you finally are able to drop all your illusions. You look in the mirror, watching as your body returning to your normal state.

You ran your fingers through your hair, relishing in your natural color, down to your ends, dyed your favorite color. Your ears flicked as your thoughts wondered to your home sweet home, your brother and your family.

Standing up and plopping yourself on your couch, you pick up ur guitar, deciding it better to think things out while mindlessly strumming something.

You thought and played for a good half hour, your fingertips turning numb. You grumbled under your breath, finally pulling out your phone, and scrolling to look at whatever happened back home.

Your eyes widen as you see about the events that unfolded at U.S.J, the school festival, all the way up to a batch of new heros finally getting their provisional hero license. You changed tabs on your phone, quickly calling your bother out of concern, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally picked up after a few rings.

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Meanwhile Shota was awake at the ungodly hour. A hand brushing through his messy raven black locks as he through about his students, and about the events that unfolded. He had gotten back from his patrol about an hour ago and was finally off his feet. He groaned thinking about the mountain of paperwork he would have to do when he was finally able too.

He looked up at the ceiling, squeezing a few eye drops into his eyes, dry from using his quirk. He blinked a few times, thankful that his eyes were no longer dry. He looked at the clock and then down at his phone.

Shota knew sleep would be hard for him tonight and for some reason even listening to songs you helped write (or so he things) seemed to help him relax enough to sleep. He bit his lip. Was he really gonna listen to the band you wrote for again in some kind of desperate attempt to hear your voice again? He shook his head and walked into his bedroom. Sitting in his bed and placing his phone in its charger. His eyes drifted to the crystal ball that once sat on his desk in his classroom. He took it home after a slight fight between Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya had knocked his desk over, nearly scaring him half to death that the orb would even be the slightest bit damaged.

He picked it up, off his night stand and held it in his palm, tapping it twice and swiping through a few memories before he found one he absolutely adored and set it down his nightstand, so it could project the memory onto the wall across from his bed.

The memory orb - coffee shop

Shota and Hizashi entered the coffee shop you had told them your first performance was starting. Shota looked at is friend who seemed to be buzzing with excitement. He won't lie, he's excited too, just preferring to keep it on the inside.

Inside the coffee shop was dimly lit. Hizashi left Shota alone to find seats while he scurried off to get them something from the shop. Shota found a seat near the front, leaning his weight on his elbow after he took a seat, staring at the stool under a spotlight set up just for you.

His eyes gave away how excited he was when he watched you nervously take a seat. His onyx eyes practically turned into galaxies with how much the sparkled.

The seat next to him dipped, Hizashi caught how Shota looked at his little sister. He snickered under his breath before elbowing him. Shota's eyes widened as something is whispered in his ears. He swats at Hizashi as he feels his ears turn red.

Finally you clear your throat and introduce the song your singing, Jasey Rae.

Out side the memory orb - Shota's room

His eyes once again shone like galaxies as he finally let himself relax, listning to you sing was more than enough for him. He tried to think back to what Hizashi had whispered in his ear, all those years ago, but alas, it seemed as if it was lost to the sands of time.

He let his eyes flutter close, his body screaming for sleep. So he did. He finally let his body have the rest it so desperately craved, his dreams filled with him, sitting in a coffee shop, people around him nothing but black shapeless shadows as his attention was on you. Just him, listening to you playing your favorite song.

He rest peacefully that night.

Five months before you arrive back in Japan

Shots groaned with fake annoyance as Hizashi placed a hand on his back before shoving his phone in his face, having pulled up a live streamed performance of the band you "write" for.

He honestly has never listened to the band, couldn't get himself too. He thought it was a waste having you "write for them" you should be on your own. He finally let his eyes look over at the phone, taking in the appearance of everyone.

Shota raised an eyebrow. Really? You write for a band that looks like they haven't grown out of a teenage emo phase? He would admit, they did do well and did decide to watch the live stream even after Hizashi put his phone down so he could do something else.

He kept looking over at it while he was grading his students latest test. He would admit, the lead singer and you did share some similarities while preforming. Both having very similar styles when it came to playing, dancing with a guitar and keeping the crowd entertained and engaged.

He did find it weird that even if your songs were coming out of another person's mouth, it seemed to still have the same effect on him, causing his mind to slip away from him occasionally to the simple thought of you preforming at the coffee shop a few days before you left for America.

One week before you end up in America

You sighed backstage, your illusions up and running as per usual. You were tired. Thankfully your contract would end after this concert and you could finally, finally return home.

Yes you agreed with your brother when you first your little idea up to him that it would be safer in America, but you were tired of it all. Just wanting to live peacefully in Japan again. So the two of you came to a compromise, he would get you a job at the school he worked at so he could keep an eye on you, and you could move peacefully. Granted you would have to use your illusions as to not raise suspicion, plus your brother was a little greedy, not wanting Shoto to know his little sister was back in town after so many years.

You agreed. Being a librarian at a school training the next generation of heros would have its own entertainments and you figured the library would be mostly quiet.

You gripped your guitar, your last concert in America would be filmed and posted everywhere, you knew that. Just one last thing and you were free. Yes you loved it, loved preforming, but you wanted to preform as yourself, not some illusion of yourself the world had named "Jacob".

With one deep breath, you ran onstage to the adoring audience, getting the show started.

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News broke fast over in Japan. Shota won't lie, he is shocked. He's wondering what will happen to you. I mean the band you "wrote" for just broke up, does that mean you would end up back in Japan? Or would you stay in America.

Leaning back in his chair, his hand rubbed over his stubble, his eyes swirling with thoughts. It was safer for you in America, the only way you would return to Japan is if you hadn't seen the news in Japan. Yes, you would stay in America, you would stay safe. As much as the thought pained him, he knew it was the most logical decision and conclusion. He would simply have to live with the ache in his heart knowing he would only see you in the memory orbs and the occasional pictures you would send him when you changed your hair color.

He would never admit it out loud, but he treasured them.

The same way you treasured the little pictures he would send to you with his thumb up in approval, even if he was out on patrol.

The airport

Hizashi picked you up, running up to hug his little sister. He took your bags and took you straight to his apartment where you'd be staying till you could get your own place.

You were so relived to be home in Japan. To be out of all your illusions and to be yourself for a while.

Walking into the apartment, your bags placed down in the living room for you go through later, you turn on your heel, opting to take a walk. Yeah you were jet lagged like no tomorrow, but you started your new job tomorrow, and needed to adjust as quickly as possible. Plus cramped in the flight for so long it would be good to go out for some air, so you did.

The Street

You practically skipped down sidewalk, your feet knowing the path. You had your hands in your pocket as your fox ears twitched with every new sound. The area sure had gotten busier in the time you were gone, but what could you expect. You just let your feet walk you over to where your coffee shop where you got your start was.

Shota walked past you. He saw the ends of your dyed hair and stopped in his tracks, doing a double take to see if it was really you he saw. He turned around, in his normal casual clothing, scanning the sea of people for you. He cursed under his breath when it seemed you were just a figment of his imagination, not there, just his mind playing a cruel trick on him.

The two of you passed eachother like two ships in the night.

Hizashi's apartment

You looked in the mirror checking out illusion, looking for any possible holes. This one had short light green fluffy hair, a beige sweater with elbow pads and a dress shirt poking out the top. Slacks adorned your legs and loafers your feet. Your voice a tone that sounded neutral. You turned to your brother who was already in his hero costume. He flashed you a smile and a thumbs up.

"Looks great sis! No one will know"

You nod fixing the hair of the illusion before the head out for your first day as the librarian at U.A.

U.A - Library

You were placing books on the shelves as you overheard a group of teachers talking about a school festival, something to raise some spirit. You made a mental note of it. It's only been a day and you're already tired of having to put up illusions.

You turned around to fetch more books from your cart when in walks Shota. Your eyes widen and you feel yourself almost lose concentration. You didn't know he worked here he looked spent, going over to talk with his fellow teachers. You kept one eye on him as you placed books on your shelf.

"That's it"

You thought to yourself

"I'll let everything lose at the school festival. I'm tired of these illusions, let's shatter them all in one big show"

You spent the rest of the day planning.

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The two of you were so lost in thought. You about what kind of grand performance you would put on to finally shatter everyone's illusion of you. As for Shota, he was thinking about the last picture you sent him.

The picture was of you, leaning against the railing of a balcony, your back to the sunset. Two fingers up in a peace sign, lips tugged back into a smile. He could not help himself, he felt like a pervert for even wanting to know the taste of your lips.

He watched as the other teachers left, forgetting there was even one more person around, he started humming one of your songs of all things. Humming while he thought about what your lips would taste like. He felt like a love sick teenager again. He couldn't tell if he loved it or hated it.

Unlucky for him, you picked up on his humming, brain automatically jumping to quietly singing along,

"I can keep a secret if you can keep me guessing

The flavor of your lips is enough to keep me pressing

For more than just a moment of truth between the lies told

To pull ourselves away from the lives we leave back"

The two of you froze

Shota was mortified. You heard him? Let alone finished the lyrics.

You were terrified. You acted out of pure reflex, your cover would be blown. You just know that if you spoke your voice would come out as your own and not as the illusion you currently wore.

The two of you panicked in silence, before you heard his steps start to walk down the hallways. You sighed. That was close, way too close.

As you thought back on the encounter, taking a seat behind the front desk you felt your cheeks heat up. You felt like a silly school girl. Your old crush burning bright once more after you had laid eyes on him. The fire inside threatened to burn your organs as you thought about how he had hummed one of your songs out of all things. Though it was embarrassing to jump in singing the actual lyrics. You sighed, the crush you still harbored for him only seemed to grow after you had seen him in person again.

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Shota wasn't able to place a finger on his thoughts. He walked straight to his empty class room and took a seat, trying to figure out his inner turmoil.

Sure on one hand he was simply humming along to song that you just so happened to know. Maybe the reserved and quiet librarian just happened to like the same kind of music as you just so happened to write for.

On the other hand, he was a bit disturbed. He had let something slip. If it just so happened to make round outside of the school he could have a weakness exposed, and he sure as hell didn't want that.

He didn't want the world to know how much his little crush from when he was a boy had only spiraled out of control since you had left for America. He didn't want anyone to know how much of a fool he felt for not acting in his crush before you had left for America.

He held his head in his hands and groaned. Maybe he should fly out to see you. Yeah, he'd go ahead and take a few weeks off and fly out to go see you in America. Maybe after the school festival. He pulled out his phone and started to look at hotels and plane tickets.

Little did the two of you know, everything would change during the school festival

#x reader #aizawa x reader #(y/n) #mha #mha x reader #mha aizawa

[itsbubbleteataro]

Like we're gonna die young

Warnings; drink and alcohol abuse (getting clean) angel dust being angel dust, the Vs

Parings; Alastor x fem reader

Part one of ?

(I blasted so much early 2000s/2010s pop with a sprinkling of punk, playlist here

You didn't think you were a big deal. You were just some pop star from the early 2000s who ended up in hell. You just liked to keep the party going. When you showed up in hell you found yourself with animalistic features.

Your already wild multi-colored hair be wilder and longer. Your legs now looked something akin to a wolf's. You have two large wold ears. Shrugging you did the only thing you knew how, party. You walked into the nearest club, got too drunk and broke out into a Kesha song. Next thing you know, your a social media hit.

It's been a few years since you came to hell and became an overnight hit. You went to the same bar, acting as some kind of unpaid performer if you were on enough drugs or drunk enough.

You were in a booth, sipping on something someone handed you a while ago, scratching your arm. You were withdrawing, trying to go clean on your own. You knew that you couldn't do alcohol on your own, you would need to get medical help for that one, but drugs? You figured you could do it.

You were three days, you found that scratching your arm seemed to work for now, but it wouldn't quench the hunger that was there. It's been two days and you already wanted to relapse.

You were irritated, only made worse by a new presence at the club, the Vs. All three of them, sitting in the vip section. You gulped as you watched them all take a seat, and the owner of the club, Rina walked over.

Rina had animalistic traits just like you did, only instead of wolf like, she's more fox like. Rina has skin that's more akin to fur, cunning jade colored eyes and long well kept black hair. Rina looked at you with sympathy. She's the only one who knew you were at least trying to get clean.

"(Y/n) I hate to ask, but do you think you could preform tonight? I know you don't work here but the Vs are hear and I'm panicking!"

You nodded agreeing and standing up. You quickly swallowed the rest of your drink while Rina looked at you thankful. The two of you were close, friends. Yet you refused to work under her. You were thinking leaving your empty glass on the bar as you leaned against it.

You snapped your clawed fingers as you knew what song you wanted to do, your fluffy tail waving back and forth to the sound of the music that was already playing.

Before you could even start a second familiar face walked up to you. You recognized her. Cassidy had short black hair cut in a bob. Her eyes inky pools of black with white. She dressed as if she fit into the club crowd, but you knew her better and knew she would much rather wear something else. She snaked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close,

"(Y/n) I need a favor~ I promise I'll get you whatever ya want if you do it"

Cassidy asked quite straight forward. You nodded your head so she continued,

"Get Vox to talk about himself for me, I've got a hunch he's been up to something"

"Cassie, you know he already does that-"

"Yeah yeah I know but I hear he's been doing a little cheating~"

You raised an eyebrow. Now this was interesting. You always thought Vox and Valentino were an item, apparently they weren't exclusive if they were. You had no idea Vox had even gotten himself into a relationship, let alone knew anyone who would openly date him. You felt bad for whoever he was with, that is if what Cassidy was saying was true.

"Ya got proof?"

You know Cassidy usually doesn't talk to you about things like this unless she has proof. Both you and Rina gasped as the picture Cassie held up with a smirk.

Sure enough it was Vox with a man, making out in a back alley. You smirked, having just the song to push his buttons the way Cassie wanted you too.

As the three of you conversed on a little plan, Angel Dust, Husk, Cheri bomb, Nifty and Sir Pentious walked in the club. Charlie and Vaggie were in Heaven for a meeting about the extermination and Alastor was out for an overlord meeting. Charlie had asked Cheri bomb to take them all out on an outing while the three were away and they ended up at the very same club you were.

The bunch took their seats, Angel Dust making sure to keep an eye on Nifty and making sure she wasn't drinking too much, ending up placing her in Husk's care as she played with his feline like ears.

The music in the club was quickly replaced by yours. (Link here to song) people started cheering as they realized they you were finally singing for the night.

Your foot thumped against the ground as the song started, tail wagging with excitement. As you opened your mouth to sing you cringed, you sounded tipsy. Shaking the thought from your head, the show went on.

Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb realized right away who you were from the start of your performance.

"Holy shite it's (y/n) she's here tonight? Fuck yeah!"

Cheered Cherri Bomb as the group now watched you. While everyone but Nifty, she was busy playing with Husk's wings. Husk raised an eyebrow as Angel Dust pulled out his phone to record the performance.

Meanwhile Rina had taken the picture from Cassie and use her abilities to shift her appearance. Her usual fox like features turned to a more hellborn like one, choosing to look like an imp from lust as that would fit in more. She took the picture from Cassie and set off behind you.

You sang and made your way over to the Vs. you smirked, wanting to get under their skin, but not enough to the point where they would kill you.

As you placed your finger under what you would consider to be Vox's chin, the firm flat metallic edge of his flat screen tv face, Rina walked up, setting down the picture Cassie took.

You take your leave, hips swaying as Angel Dust watches closely, eyebrow lifted. Rina leans over the table and slides the picture to Vox and also takes her leave.

Angel dust focuses his camera on Vox, whose screen glitches for a moment as Val raises an eyebrow before moving it to Rina who shape shifts back into her regular form, before locating your form once more.

You're dancing on the bar, shaking your hips, hands in your hair, enjoying the rush of the show. Angel stops his recording and turns to the group, motioning for them to head back.

The group makes its way to the hotel where Angel makes the mistake of leaving his phone open, with the video up and playing on the main table, having been called over by Charlie for something.

Alastor comes waltzing in after his Overlord meeting, looking over at the miniature picture box he so detested. He raised his staff, about to break it, when he watched your interaction with Vox. The way you looked at him with a slight smirk on your features followed by the picture being slid over almost made him feel something.

Was it admiration? Was it respect? He didn't really care to find out quite yet, all he knew is that he found you quite interesting. He paused the video as it zoomed in on you, smile wide on your face, clearly drunk, but enjoying yourself.

Yes he didn't quite enjoy seeing how drunk you were, but it still didn't change the fact that you had managed to get under Vox's skin with nothing more than what seemed just like a photograph.

He may not have knew how he was feeling but he did know

He just positively had to get his claws on that photograph

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@slytherin4ever @iheartpieck @luzzbuzz



#alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #x reader #(y/n)

[itsbubbleteataro]

I'm starting a tag list!! There's a list of fandoms I write for already on my page so please message if you'd like to be placed on the list and in what fandom!

#alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #x reader #(y/n) #angel dust x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hazbin husk #husk x reader #hazbin vaggie #hazbin charlie #hazbin lucifer #hazbin angel dust #shota aizawa #aizawa x reader

[itsbubbleteataro]

The Radio Host and the Reporter

Pt 3

Parings; Human!Alastor x Fem!Human!reader

Warnings; drinking, ooc Alastor as he's a little on the drunk side?

1923 - Summer

You and Alastor had been together for a few months now. You've even met his mother, a wonderful woman with thick curly black hair and chestnut skin. A pleasant woman who had just fallen sick. The stress of his mother falling ill had only spurred Alastor to go on more hunts.

Still, the two of you managed to keep your secrets under wraps. However one day he became very close to finding out yours.

Alastor had gone to a speakeasy and you had taken the opportunity to sneak out while he was away. You used your bronzing makeup to look you more look masculine, and had wrapped several bandages around your torso to make you appear flat like a man. You stuffed the toes of your loafers with cotton so they would fit. They were a men's size, so they would naturally be a bit large on you. Second you threw on the dress pants you had borrowed from your brother as well as the dress shirt. You tucked your pen in the shirt pocket as you adjust the suspenders and tighten the belt.

Looking in the mirror you fix your hair to be stuffed in your paperboy cap, adjusting so a few strands are out to make you look masculine. You then open up the window in your room, and jumped out, closing the window behind you after grabbing a small pad of paper that fits in your pocket.

Skipping the parts of land that are prone to leaving foot prints, you make your way down to a speakeasy to gain more information on your next story. Unfortunately for you, it's the same on Alastor is in after a rough day at work.

Walking in your greeted by lighting of the establishment. The sound of smooth Jazz by a subpar band. The smell of drinks fill the room. You look around, eyes landing on a certain familiar form, hunched over a few fingers of rye. His hand in his hair that has long returned to its naturally curly state.

Against your better judgment you go ahead and walk inside, getting a drink yourself. You just hope that Alastor is too lost in his own thoughts to notice you. As you walk past the table you hear a very familiar voice calling to get your attention,

"Hey, newshawk. Prowling for a new story? Come here lend me your ear. I got a story you might wanna hear"

You look confused for a split second before you realize that Alastor is tipsy. That paired with your more masculine appearance made you realize you may be finally be able to ask straight forwards questions to him. Not that you couldn't normally, but you didn't out of fear of your little secret coming out.

Alastor is a smart man, there's no denying that. He had questioned the type writer he had found in your home when he came over for the first time. You struggled to even have a passable excuse, saying it was a gift from your brother.

Now here you sat, next to him, note pad open and a finger of rye infront of the two of you. You click your pen and clear your throat. You had to tread carefully here, if he were to even recognize your voice, you knew it would all be over for you. The cat would be out of the bag.

Recently you have started to cover missing people's reports. You were a bit glad Alastor was willing to answer any questions you may had, it would be much better and easier than breaking into the radio station and looking around for hints yourself.

You took a sip of your rye, and take a deep breath, trying to relax your voice as you spoke,

"Thank you sir. You are Alastor correct? Working at the station in town?"

You smile inwardly at the sound of your voice, now sounding a bit raspy. Alastor nods his head confirming your questions.

"Surely you have then heard that, oh what was his name, Charles Smith? Yeah Charles Smith. He went missing a few days ago."

You watched as his hand tightened on his glass, his knuckles turning white from the strain. You raise an eyebrow and make a note, thinking he was simply just close to the man. You ask a few more questions, watching his reaction carefully as well as his answer.

As the night ticks on, you notice that Alastor seems ready to leave. You take that as a hint and excuse yourself. You quickly make your way home, shedding your disguise, and hiding your notebook.

You dawn a simple looking dress knowing Alastor would be dropping by for dinner. You fixed your hair and went to your kitchen

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#alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #x reader #(y/n) #human alastor

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Master list for MHA

Shōta Aizawa

Paw prints and Eraser shavings

One

Two

Three

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Honkai Star Rail Masterlist

Sampo

Head cannons with Anxious reader

Sunday

Head cannons with Anxious reader

La dance de chargun

Jing Yuan

Head cannons with Anxious reader

Aventurine

Orange slices

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Master list fir Hazbin Hotel

Alastor

Radio Host and The Reporter (Alastor x reader)

One

Two

Three

Four

Down the well and into hell?

One

Two

Three (wip)

Rain Rain go away

Six Feet Under The Stars

Like we're gonna die young (wip)

Lucifer

2 4 6 8 I think it's time for a date

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No update today of Radio and the Reporter. It's my birthday! Will have it up tomorrow though

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It's currently storming and here's a little fun fact about me, I'm terrified of thunder. So here's a little hurt comfort Drabble with a reader who's spooked during thunderstorms. Please enjoy! Ps. The next part of "The Radio Host and The Reporter" is in my drafts ∩^ω^∩

Rain Rain go Away

Paring: Alastor x Fem!reader

Warnings: possible ooc Alastor

You've never been a fan of thunderstorms. Quite unfortunate considering that when you were alive you lived in an area that tended to get hit hard by thunderstorms when they did happen. Back then Alastor didn't know this till he found you burrowed under blankets like a small mammal.

This night was no different. It was a rare night in hell and a thunderstorm was raging on outside. As soon as your doe like ears picked up on the first sign of rain, you tensed.

"Hey (y/n) you good toots?"

Angel dust asked, snapping you out if your train of thoughts. Your ears were pinned back as you managed a smile and stood up.

"Yeah Angel. I'm okay"

And with that you left. You took a very shaky breath as you walked up the stairs. Of course Alastor had left to go see Rosie a few hours ago, none of you known it would rain. You just hoped it wouldn't end up a thunderstorm.

*****

Alastor was mid sip when his ear flicked, moments before rain started pouring down. He put his tea cup back down on its saucer. His ear closest to the window kept facing it, listening for signs of thunder while he kept facing Rosie. His smile was still casual as he listened at the latest gossip Rosie had been talking about. 

"Oh and Suzan came by. Still brutish as ever, came to me because she ended up eating her husband, can you bealive that?"

"Well it is Suzan Rosie, that woman even has me at the end of my rope"

Alastor's ear flicked and his grip tightened on the handle of his teacup. Moments later a blinding flash of light struck a tall tower, and a rumbling crack echoed down the streets.

His ears flicked downward and to the side for a moment before returning to their normal position. It was enough to tip off Rosie however,

"Oh go on Alastor. If you need to leave I'm sure it's important"

Rosie flashed him her usual smile, waving her hands in a shooing motion.

Alastor's eyes softened for a moment.

"Thank you Rosie. We'll have to catch up some other time. Thank you for the tea"

With that, Alastor shadow warped out of Rosie's emporium and into the lobby of the hotel. His ears flicked, the wind seemed to be stronger here and the rain pounded against the walls. A second crack of thunder seemed to shake the building.

"Oh wow this is a rough storm. I should go check on (y/n) she left a little while ago-"

"No need Charlie, I'll do it myself"

Vaggie looks up at Alastor for a moment raising an eyebrow before nodding and placing a hand on Charlie's shoulder.

"Let's go check on Angel dust instead. Does that sound good sweetheart?"

Charlie nods her head and the two of them walk down the hall, husk makes brief eye contact with Alastor before taking a bottle of cheep booze back to his room. Thunder shakes the hotel again and Alastor makes his way up the stairs. No one is around so he makes no effort in trying to conceal the urgency in his steps.

Alastor pushes open the door to your shared room, his eyes looking around for you. His ears flick as it thunders again, drawing out a whimper from within the bayou that he had materialized in his room.

Taking a blanket off the bed he walks through the bayou, going in a bit deep, following the hoof prints you had left behind. He finds you, sitting on a log, hands over your ears.

****

Shaking, you hear someone approaching. Alastor was making his movements known to you. Raising your head you look up at him, taking your hands off your ears and placing them in your lap. His eyes a softness reserved for only when the two of you were alone.

As if ok que, the crack of thunder shook the hotel, although it seemed a bit softer out in the bayou. You squeaked, curling up into a ball. Alastor sat next to you on the log. Since you've died and gained your doe like appearance, you've found that your hearing has gotten better. Your ears are pinned back in fear.

Your body uncurls itself as Alastor drapes a blanket he had gotten from the bed over your shoulders and pulled you into his lap.

"Oh my doe, my sweet doe. Come here. The thunder shouldn't last much longer"

You nod your head. The two of you spending the rest of the night in eachother's embrace while Alastor talked on and on about his day, taking your mind off the rain pounding in the only window in his room.

Soon enough you were starting to drift off to sleep in his embrace. Picking you up, he stood up with a hum. The last thing you saw before you fell into a peaceful slumber was him, smiling softly with gentle eyes,

"See my doe? I told you it would pass"

#hurt/comfort #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #x reader #(y/n)

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We're fanfic writers. My search history is enough to get me placed on a watchlist

We're fanfic writers, we spend hours researching an incredibly niche topic we know nothing about so that we can have one sentence be factually correct

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Ok another little blurb but for a fandom I haven't been a part of for quite sometime for a char that I may or may not still simp for lmao

Please bare with me the ideas been swimming around for a while and the urge to be productive struck at like 2am while listening to music lol

Here's to not screwing up and writing for the hell lf it, cheers!

Parings: Shōta Aizawa x Fem!reader

Warnings; slight angst?

This is just a tidbit. Let me know if you want me to fully flesh out the idea and let it free from the prison that is my mind

Your quirk; illusion - you are able to change the sound of your voice and your appearance at will, the only exception are your eyes. They remain an emerald green. Due to your quirk however you've got a pair of fox like ears matching your hair color as foxes are usually linked with illusions

Song used in fic; Stay awake acoustic - all time low



Paw prints and erasers

Shōta sat at his desk, a tired sigh escaping his lips as his eyes wondered from the stack of papers he was grading over to a glass orb that could fit in the palm of his hand. His gaze softened, his eyes reflecting how tired he really was off the glass. He picked up the orb and held it in his hand, scared that even the wrong move could cause the glass to shatter.

The orb was a gift from his childhood friend who just happened to be his first ever crush. He chuckled softly thinking of the moment of when he was a boy before he tapped the top of the orb twice, a memory playing from his point of view.

The memory - Middle School

Shōta walked with his friend Hizashi who would later become pro hero President Mic to the Yamada home. Hizashi's little sister was already home. She was only a grade under them.

As Hizashi opened the door to his home, the sound of music filled the air. The pair took their shoes off at the door and headed up to Hizashi's room to study together for an upcoming exam.

As Shōta made his way up the stairs and down the hall, he found the door to your room open a jar. The light from your room streaming into the dimly lit hallways.

Shōta stoped as his eyes drifted into your room, pushing the door open just a little bit wider so he could see better. You were sitting on the ground, guitar in your hands, strumming a song,

"Stay awake, get a grip and get out your safe from the weight of the world just take a second to set things straight

I'll be fine even though I'm not always right

Dedication takes a life time

But dreams only last for the night"

Your voice sounds like heaven to him. He could see your reflection in your mirror. Your emerald green eyes shut as you sway as you play, fingers never missing a chord. Your fox like ears flicked when Hizashi stepped on a creaky floor board.

He felt like a peeping Tom and stumbled backwards when he heard snickering behind him. Shōta couldn't help the feint blush that dusted his cheeks as he denied to your brother that he was watching.

You heard the commotion and sighed. Standing up you lean your guitar against your bed and turn to face the boys, pushing the door open.

"You gonna stand and bicker or did you two wanna come in and listen?"

The study session was long forgotten as the two settled in to listen to you play

Back in the real world - campus

Shōta sighed placing the orb down back in its original position. It was one of many happy memories he was able to display. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes drifting to his yellow sleeping bag as he let his mind wonder.

How were you after all these years? You didn't end up going to school to become a hero, instead after your required schooling you went ahead and played your music at local bars and on the streets until some big record company executive had scouted you

While he and Hizashi wound up becoming pro heroes, he was told you ended up as a song writer for some punk band, though he thought you deserved to be in the limelight, he resigned himself to be happy.

Again with a heavy sigh he decided that a nap would do him good so he could reassume grading when he actually had energy to do so. Getting up from his desk he quickly became snug in his sleeping bag.

As his eyes shut and his mind gave way to sleep, he wondered if you would ever return to Japan.

Unknown to him you had

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