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Alastor with a female reader who is selectively mute Part 2

Here is part 2 of this story. Mimzy is gonna be in this story as well, since we havent heard her talk yet or what her personality is like, im just gonna write how I think she will talk and act. Enjoy everyone:)

***5 Months Later***

You had adapted to hell surprisingly well. Yes there was some bumps along the way, due to you being mute, but you adjusted as time went on. Your relationships with everyone in the hotel had grown significantly. Charlie adored you and loved you like a sister. She was this close to telling her dad if it was possible to adopt you into the family, but you frantically declined as you suspected it would complicate things, but it was sweet that she loved you so much to do that. Vaggie slowly adjusted to you, don't blame her, she was always untrustworthy of everyone in the hotel, but she came around sooner or later. She offered to teach you some self defense as you were still an easy target. It was a bit difficult, but you managed despite your clumsiness. Angel Dust was a bit annoying in the beginning as he really wanted to hear your voice, but the puppy dog eyes you gave him made him quit. Now he treats you like his bestie, taking you shopping and having you attend some of his shows, which flustered you, but you wanted to support him. Niffty found you adorable when you first met and she still does. She has tried not to speed run towards you, since it always shocked you, causing you to drop your notepad in the past. It took a while, but she was able to do it. Husk was literally your dad figure. He always came over when you appeared upset about something and offered to cheer you up with his card tricks or make you a virgin cocktail, especially since your alcohol tolerance was negative 1000. You loved that he became that caring towards you, especially how gruff he was with everyone else. Sir Pentious was a new addition to the hotel. He first appeared when he tried to blow up the hotel a second time, only for Al to defeat him easily. Later after that, he became a patron at the hotel. He wondered why you didn't speak, but after a talk with Charlie and Vaggie, he no longer questioned it. He did enjoy your company, whenever you came to his work space, as he was crafting his inventions. His Egg Bois adored you as well, which pleased him. Alastor had become almost your protector/best friend. Its crazy to think how in the beginning, he was a bit annoyed when you didn't respond to his question, to now where he was always there to help you whenever you were in a pickle. His radio tower was your sanctuary as you always headed up there during his broadcasts. Alastor would always anticipate you coming as well, as it made his day a whole lot better whenever you showed up and took a seat next to him, admiring him as he continued his broadcast.

Getting ready for the day, you stood in front of your mirror, making sure you look spiffy. Alastor had invited you to attend one of Mimzy's shows at her club. Excitement raced through your body, and you nodded quickly when he asked you. Alastor mentioned before that her shows were very entertaining, so it made you very happy when he invited you to come. After a few minutes of looking yourself over, you walked over to the bed and grabbed the cell phone that was there. Charlie had gotten you it a few weeks ago as a gift. She had installed a text to speech app on it, so whatever you typed on the phone, a voice would respond back. Tears filled your eyes when she gave it to you, almost apologizing for all the trouble she had to go through to get it for you, but she said it was fine and it hardly cost anything. You knew she was royalty, so one cell phone wouldn't be a big deal, but it was to you. After a bunch of persuasion from Charlie saying it was really alright, you accepted the cell phone, not before engulfing Charlie in a hug. It took a while to get use to it, but it got easier over time, and it was a whole lot better then the notepad.

Rushing out of the room, your feet carried you over to the lobby, where a certain deer demon was patiently waiting. Alastor's ear twitched when he heard the pitter patter of your feet, turning to face you with a smile. Stopping to catch your breath, you stood in front of Al and gave a small wave, causing him to chuckle. His eyes scanned your outfit and found it to be perfect for today's activities. "Excited are we, my dear?" Looking at Al, you nodded your head, smiling widely. How adorable he thought. Hooking his arm with yours, Alastor banged his microphone on the ground, causing a portal to open in front of you. "Transporting like this may be new to you, my dear! Hold on tight!" The both of you entered the portal. It felt extremely odd, but you powered through it. The portal had brought you in front of a large building, with a large neon sign reading "Mimzy's." There was a crowd of demons around the building, probably ready for the show, as Mimzy was very popular. Entering inside, your eyes were drawn to the decor. It was a lavish place, the walls were covered in burlesque posters, and string lights decorated the ceiling. It had a very spacious bar and in the center of the room was a large stage with a small band in the background. Heading over to a certain section, there was a table that read VIP. This must be for us, since Alastor was a frequent visitor at this place. Sitting down in the seat, Alastor called over a server, asking for their most popular giggle water, while turning to you and asking what you would like. Taking your phone out, you typed your answer and played it out:

"𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎."

The server was confused at that, but just shrugged and nodded while going over to complete the order. Alastor was not fond that you had to resort to that annoying technology to speak, but he did noticed how more calm you were using it then the notepad, so he kept his opinion to himself. After the server returned with the drinks, the lights began to dim, and the crowd began to let out cheers, as the main entertainer made her way to the stage. Mimzy was a very short demon, a little chubby, but very gorgeous. Her flapper dress suit her very well, as she made her way to the center of the stage. "Good evening, Ladies and Gents! Y'all ready for tonight's performance?" Cheers and whistles were the response to that. "That's what I like to hear! Hit it boys!" The stage lights flashed, as Mimzy walked closer to the front of the stage, standing in front of the microphone, ready to amaze everyone.

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The performance drew to a close, and you were blown away. Her voice was amazing. Loud cheers and applause radiated throughout the whole room, as Mimzy gave a bow. Both you and Alastor clapped with the crowd as Mimzy left the stage, leaving the band there, as they played some jazz to keep the entertainment alive. Alastor turned towards you, asking if you enjoyed the show, to which you responded with an enthusiastic nod. "Why Alastor! You made it" a familiar voice, called out from behind the both of you, as you saw Mimzy walking towards the both of you. "Of course, Mimzy my dear! You do know how much I adore your performances!" Alastor smiled as he greeted Mimzy, placing a kiss on her hand. Mimzy's eyes then locked on you. Oh boy, you hoped she was friendly. "Oh My Goodness! Who is this adorable little peach?!" Oh thank Lucifer, she was a nice demon. "Ah yes! This is another acquaintance of mine! Say hello my dear!" Mimzy glanced at Al when he spoke, then turned back to you with a kind smile. "How ya doin suga~? Did my voice blow you away?" Feeling uncertain, you wondered if she was going to treat you differently if she knew you were a mute. She seemed friendly enough, plus Al said she was a good friend. Slowly you grabbed your phone and typed out what you wanted to say to Mimzy.

𝚈𝚎𝚜! 𝙸 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚍𝚍.

After the voice played, you pointed your eyes to the ground, feeling very shy. Clenching your hands under the table, you worried Mimzy was going to mock you for not speaking. "Oh my satan! Alastor, where did you find this angel? She is simply precious!" Mimzy had grabbed your cheeks, and began to squish them, like what a mother would do to a baby. "She had arrived in Hell a few months ago! She is a shy little one!" Alastor chuckled as he watched Mimzy coo at you. "No apologies needed suga~! Just happy you enjoyed the show! Here, let me give you a VIP pass so you can visit with no problems. Okay, darling?" Mimzy let go of your cheeks, and handed you the card. She had a very motherly side to her, which you liked. Grabbing the card, you nodded your head and smiled. Mimzy smiled and hugged you again. She then departed both of you as she had to meet up with some gents on the other side of the room. Both you and Alastor stayed at the club for a little bit, chatting about certain topics until you realized it had gotten late. Exiting the building, both you and Alastor decided to walk back to the hotel. Could have teleported, but the breeze was nice plus you both needed to stretch your legs after sitting for a long time. Your arm was hooked with Al's as he walked with you. Always such a gentleman. After walking for a couple of minutes, Alastor had stopped in his tracks. "My dear, may I ask you a question?" Alastor turned towards you, as he let your arm go, as he left you to stand in front of him. Staring into his eyes, you looked to see if there was any evidence of anger in them, but you found none. There was a little hint of sadness though, yet Alastor was still smiling. "I noticed during conversations with others, you always apologize! Why is that, my dear?" Tilting his head at you, he waited for your response.

Painful memories from your past began to flash in your mind once Alastor asked that question. Tears started to form, but they were blinked away. Reaching for your phone with trembling hands, you slowly wrote your answer and played it for Al.

𝙳𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚢, 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚘. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝. 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚖, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗.

Tears rolled down your cheeks, as you pointed your head to the ground. Everything you felt from back then began to pour out of you, and you couldn't stop. Alastor was silent in front of you, and you figured he was upset with you, but before you could type a response, you were caught off when you felt someone wrap their arms around you. You found your head being placed in the crook of his neck, as he held you tightly. HE WAS HUGGING YOU?!? The last months while staying at the hotel, you were able to find out that Alastor didn't liked being touch. Yes, he would touch you and the others, but it mostly involved an arm hook, slight shoulder hug or head pat. You never expected that Al would be hugging you like this. After a few seconds, he began to speak. "I am truly sorry you had to suffer through that, my dear! But let me tell you this, people who mock and taunt others for being odd or a little strange are the ẗ̸̝́r̴̦̒u̵̦̅ē̴̢ ̶̰̈́s̴̱̈c̷̪͒ù̶̧m̶͇͐ ̸͎̔ò̴̦f̸͔̈́ ̶̦̃t̶͈̽h̶̟͌ȩ̴̾ ̴̯̀è̴͍a̴̞͝r̸͙̊t̸̰̕h̸̤̉! They are the true monsters! Don't believe their heinous words! To me, you are the sweetest and most unique demon in all of the seven rings! Never apologize for being the way you are ever again!" His words made you cry even more. Moving your hands slowly, you placed them on his back, tightening the hug. You felt the slight flinch from his body when you did that, but he slowly relaxed and squeezed you tighter.

The hug lasted for a bit before Al slowly released you, snapping his fingers to have a handkerchief appear in his hands, as he wiped your tears away. Once he finished, he leaned down and placed his hands on the sides of your mouth, moving them up to make it appear you were smiling. "Come on, my dear! Smile!" The smile on his face was outstretched, revealing all of his sharp teeth. His antics never ceased to make you laugh. Looking at him, you gave him a great big smile. Chuckling, Al leaned back up and grabbed your arm again, continuing his walk back to the hotel. After about a few minutes of walking, you both stopped in your tracks as an unknown voice called out to the both of you. "Well well well, if it isn't the Radio Demon."

*(TO BE CONTINUED)*

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Part 3 of the story is Here

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star-girl69 · 11 months

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Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: this…. is a crazy chapter. i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: cannibalism. cannibalism. CANNIBALISM. death, dead bodies, CANNIBALISM, mentions of blood, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twenty Three - Angel Cake

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When you wake up, you think you’re dreaming. It’s the middle of the night, and you’d fallen asleep with the smell of a campfire all around you, wild and untamed.

You sit up, your stomach rumbling, Natalie’s hand falling from your waist down to your stomach, and something hits your nose.

Something like… meat.

“What is that?” one of girls whispers, and Natalie’s hand flexes against you as she wakes, cupping your stomach, with a storm rolling inside of it, a hunger for her and a hunger for that smell.

“I’m hungry,” you whisper, and Natalie sits up beside you. You close your eyes and breath in deep, and Natalie hooks her head over your shoulder, her lips against your neck, but she suddenly pulls away.

“Do you..?” she breathes, and you do.

“I’m hungry,” you whisper again.

Slowly, Shauna creaks open the door, and dressed in nothing but your socks, you all follow her- like pigs to a slaughter, duckling’s trailing behind their mother.

It’s meat, you think to yourself. It’s meat.

But all of you know what you’re burning tonight.

Her body is still smoking, wafting in the air, and your mouth waters, your feet crunching against the snow like bones. But you’re hungry. You’ve been hungry for so long.

And before, it was easy to ignore. When there wasn’t something like this in front of you- but what are you supposed to do now? There’s food. It’s food.

Shauna reaches the pyre first, the sticks smoking and black with ash, and falls to her knees.

Snow whips around you, falling on the dead body, and that’s all it is- a dead body. Meat in your stomach.

You tilt your head up to the sky, and wonder if God can finally hear your prayers now.

Everyone gathers around the smoking body, and it’s in your stomach, a storm, a want, a need- and how is it possibly your fault? She’s dead, and now, she’s like this. And you’re hungry.

Shauna presses her hand to her round stomach.

“She wants us to.”

You kneel next to her legs, Natalie at the end, Travis next to you. Everyone looks around the table, because all of you are hungry, all of you want this.

Hunger is all you have known for months, and now there’s a feast in front of you.

You look ahead into the forest, and if you close your eyes, breathe out into the cold air, through the fog of your breath- you can just make out a pair of antlers through the trees.

Twisting up like bone, something majestic, something not made by man, not scarred by anything evil or savage. It is just pure white bone. Ivory in its majesty, towering above the barren trees and the pines.

You once thought Jackie looked like an angel in the snow, blue and cold, unmoving.

Now, she’s your savior, smoking and cooked, and you’re hungry-

Everyone watches Shauna, and she takes a knife to Jackie’s ribs, cutting herself a piece with a sound that you will never forget.

She stares at it for a moment longer, tender flesh, full of everything you need to survive the winter. If you just focus on the hunger, on that hunger that’s been there for so long, on the rot in your soul that has already taken root- it feels right.

You’re just hungry.

And this is the only way to satiate it.

Finally, after one long second, she puts it into her mouth, chews it, open-mouthed, once, twice.

You aren’t sure who grabs the second piece.

But suddenly you’re reaching for the nearest flesh, digging in with your bare hands, plucking out a chunk with your sharp fingernails- like you somehow knew that you would need something sharp for this. Something to cut through, something to feed you.

When it hits your mouth, you breath out through your nose, almost moaning in delight, and the antlers appear through the fog again, hazy.

Your lips ache from where you keep grazing them on your nails, the hand the feeds you.

It starts slow, but you’re all hungry, and you start grabbing whatever you can, whatever’s closest, shoving it into your mouth, hungry and wild, panting and moaning, your stomach feeling full for the first time in months.

The rest of the girls do the same, muttering prayers, muttering thanks, moaning into the dark night, the sound of flesh ripping.

You eat.

You eat while you stare at the antlers through the fog of your breath. You eat, juice dripping down your chin, your hair sticking to the sides of your jaw.

You eat as the antlers turn red with blood, falling to the snow, over the branches and the pine needles, falling all over you- and you lick it up too.

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stories-and-chaos · 1 month

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Tarnished pt 18

[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved.]

[Part 18/?? Word count: 1989 Cw: gaslighting, mention of domestic abuse, anguage]

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The troupe quickly set up their tents in Greed, outside of Legalesedale. They steered clear of Notamafia Town, Extortionville, Corruptcopsburg, and Noyakuzahere City; those big population centers had crazy high taxes for out of towners. Legalesedale was slightly better in that regard.

The sudden change of location threw a lot of the performers off; they had to take a day to pitch tents and rest up. When the shows resumed, there were problems.

And they all had to do with Fizzarolli. He, Barb, and Barb’s mom were all still upset from Blitzo abandoning them. Tilly refused to believe what Cash had told them. The kids were mostly angry and sad at Blitzo’s absence. That icy chunk feeling in Fizz’s tummy hadn’t gone away. A couple performances by himself was a hurdle.

A solo act forever scared him.

Fizz liked the applause and laughter. It felt great to make so many people happy with something he had fun doing. But without his friend, the pressure was too much. Too many eyes on him. He’s started flubbing. He missed a catch juggling and he could feel Cash’s disapproval after.

He had to be perfect. He had to practice and be the best clown possible on his own. But that icy chunk wouldn’t go away!

If anything, the more he tried, the worse he got. He kept missing catches, dropping the spinning plates, tripping during the acrobatic parts. Cash was getting more and more angry with him. Fizz realized those looks the ringleader gave him were familiar. But he’d never been on the receiving end.

That had been Blitzo. Is that why Blitzo left? That thought didn’t make him less sad about the other boy abandoning them, it just made him more confused.

Almost three weeks into their stay in Greed, Fizz barely felt any thrill at performing. The iciness was all through him now. But he couldn’t give up. He was going to be better than that jerk who left. He was going to be perfect.

His hands decided otherwise and he struggled to make balloon animals. That crowd’s laughter that day hurt. After that round of performances, Cash pulled him aside.

“Fizzarolli, kid, what’s the big deal?” The adult imp looked and sounded sympathetic but something was off. Maybe the way he towered over Fizz or the slight hiss on his words. “You gotta get back to normal, you’re the best clown we got, don’t want to disappoint anyone. Right?” Cash’s eyes were watery and pleading.

Fizz felt bad for thinking the ringmaster didn’t care. He was probably upset about Blitzo being gone too, but the show had to go on. The little clown nodded eagerly. “I-I’ll do better sir.”

“Good, because the whole troupe is relying on you.” Then he gave Fizz a heavy handed push to go get dinner. The boy picked listlessly at his potatoes, trying to figure out how he could be good enough again.

Barb sat down next to him. “Still having a hard time Fizz?” He nodded glumly, eating a mouthful so he didn’t have to actually talk. She took a bite of her chimera nuggets before continuing. “Wanna team up?”

Fizz swallowed hard, “Huh? But you never liked the clown act…”

She shrugged. “I gotta find a new act, since…” her brow furrowed angrily, “can’t exactly do a twin act without a twin.” She bit into a nugget, tearing off its head to vent her anger.

The ice thawed a bit. He and Barb had always been friends, even if he’d been closer to Blitzo. Just having a friend beside him was calming. “Okay, let’s start planning our new act after dinner.”

He and Barb ended up being less comedic and more acrobatic, but they worked well together. It took a few months of practice before they were up to live performances. Before then Barb would wait just outside the ring, her steady presence helping him regain his confidence.

Their comedic bits had Barb playing the foil to Fizz’s humor. She had a way of looking completely disinterested that Fizz was able to adapt his jokes to. Their take on the pie gag had Fizz offering multiple flavors and spinning the rejects like plates. There would be too many to balance and all the pies would fall on Fizz. Barb’s closing line of “I wanted cake,” was a hilarious finisher.

Fizz’s renewed confidence and improved performance meant the disapproving glares from Cash eased up. Not that his demands for perfection were any less, but Fizz was meeting them.

Barb’s mom, Tilly, continued to clash with her husband. Not vocally, not after a second argument about Blitzo resulted in her wearing high necked and long sleeved dresses for weeks. But she refused to sleep in the same bed and made no effort to make sure Cash ate or had clean outfits. She wanted to head back to Pride, but didn’t dare leave Barb and Fizz alone with the older man.

Cash, ever the petty demon, had others in the circus give Tilly extra work constantly. Since she hadn’t performed since being pregnant with the twins, she did a lot of childcare as well as helping behind the curtains. She was a capable imp. Cash took advantage of that and her caretaker personality at every opportunity. She was constantly on edge. The never ending work meant she never had the chance to go to any other Ring on her own.

Barb was annoyed at her mom’s stubborn insistence that Blitzo wouldn’t leave them the way Cash claimed. Wouldn’t they have heard from him at some point? Not that the girl wasn’t hurt by her twin’s absence, but the lack of any communication pointed to him tossing the family away. Just like their dad said.

The circus continued to perform throughout Hell. Even though the troupe members suggested shows in Pride again, Cash refused them all. No amount of persuasion would change his mind. Fortunately the Greed Ring in particular enjoyed the clown and circus aesthetic. They made enough to offset any grifting that occurred in that Ring.

By the time Fizzarolli and Barb were in their mid teens, he was the star of the All Imp Circus. His stage fright of being solo was mostly gone. Which was probably for the best; his act with Barb was being scheduled less often.

Not that they didn’t enjoy performing together. But Barb was less interested in the spotlight; she preferred helping the strongmen act toss out creeps and troublemakers. As Fizz got more popular, there were more weirdos around the circus. She was glad to send them packing, usually with bloodied faces.

When Fizz’s clown idol, the Deadly Sin Mammon, announced the first show tour he’d done in years, the teenager saved up to go. He even did extra performances to get tickets for him and Barb. He knew his best friend wouldn’t let him go alone. And she didn’t like clowns enough to pay for a ticket near the stage like Fizzarolli was. But if he already had one for her, she couldn’t say no.

Which was exactly what happened. He even convinced her into a Mammon brand crop top. And he was up close to the King of Greed when he announced the first clown pageant. Fizz was so excited he didn’t notice Barb’s skepticism.

“Okay, even for that guy, that was too many clowns,” Barb said later as they walked home.

“I have to win that pageant someday. Can you imagine how amazing it would be to get to work with him?” Fizz was giddy with the thought.

“Fuck that!” Barb said vehemently. “You’re already the star of our circus. Being that creep’s mascot sounds pretty lame in comparison.”

“But it’s the chance to work with my idol Barb. He’s giving someone new an opportunity to be in the spotlight!” His eyes sparkled in the flickering streetlights. “He’s an inspiration!”

“Yeah, of what not to do,” she said under her breath. “But were all those clowns, rants, an over hyped commercial, and puking on stage worth what you paid for tickets?”

“So worth it!” He sighed. Behind them was the faint sound of someone else on the street, but nothing unusual. “Barb, do you think I can win if I work really really hard?”

Barb smirked and punched her friend’s shoulder. “I think you’re the best clown in Hell and you’ll be the new clown face on everything if you want, contest or no contest.”

Then the sound of someone behind them was suddenly the sound of someone dashing into their path. “Holy, shit!” The gangly imp was flushed and sweaty, almost drooling at seeing Fizz. “You're Fizzarolli! Oh, MAN! Your stuff is great!”

Fizz hunched in on himself. “Oh- hey, there. Thank you, I appreciate that.” The duo tried to walk away but the bespectacled imp ran in front again. “Woah, oh-okay.” Fizz stumbled back, his tail wrapping around his legs.

The other imp kept talking. “After seeing your shows, I wanted to get into clown performing too!” Fizz winced at his fan’s excitement while Barb glared at him. “I’m really good!” Fizz started to hold out his hand to shake when Barb said, “Hang on, you’re that asshat that keeps trying to peep in his dressing room.”

The other imp ignored her and grabbed the young clown’s hand. “I have the best idea for a duo performance between us, that should spice up your act. Picture this: We start it like a romantic, ballroom dance or a-“

Barb shoved him away from Fizz. “Fuck off creepazoid. That’s the sleaziest pitch I’ve ever heard.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are bitch? I was talking to Fizzy!” He looked around the young woman and tried to grab Fizz’s hand again. “I’m sorry Fizzy, I’m not normally so aggressive-“

Barb laughed at him. “Yeah, you’re normally a limp dick hiding behind curtains trying to take a peek. Get lost fucko.”

“Nobody asked you bitch! Fizz, tell her to back off. You don’t want me to go, right? We’re gonna talk about doing an act together!”

Fizz, his tail wrapped around him as he stayed behind Barb, kept his hands to his chest so the other couldn’t grab him again. “We- we have to go now! Thanks though!” They tried to move past the fan again but he grabbed Fizz’s tail as the two walked by.

Fizz squeaked in surprise. Barb, seeing what made him stop, whirled around. A quick move had her kicking the guy in the groin. His face turned redder as he doubled over. “I told you to get lost fucko. And if I see you at the circus again, you’ll be singing soprano for life.”

Fizz held his tail in both hands as they finally walked away from the creep. Said creep was curled up under the streetlight, both hands covered his crotch as he spluttered in pain. “FIZZ! FIZZAROLLI!” When neither of the pair looked back, he screeched. “FINE! Fuck both of you elitist bitches! Your act’s fucking TRASH ANYWAYS!”

“Hellfire Fizz, how do you attract all these fucking weirdos?” Barb grumbled as they put more distance between them and the other imp.

“Barb…what if he’s right, what if my acts are trash?” His voice was shaking as he remembered the days when he couldn’t do any of his routines right. “What if I’m never good enough?”

The girl looked at him in disbelief. “Dude, don’t listen to a jackass like him. You’re plenty good enough. You pull the crowds to prove that.”

“But I need to be perfect!”

“Mmm, no, nobody’s perfect Fizz.”

“I just need to keep practicing, and someday, maybe I’ll be good enough for Mammon.”

Barb could only sigh at Fizzarolli’s determined expression. “Let's get home and we can talk about what kind of practice you wanna do tomorrow.”

Fizz gave her a sweet smile that was part and parcel to his personality. “Thanks Barb.”

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#helluva fanfiction #helluva blitzo #helluva boss #helluva fizzarolli #fizzarolli #helluva barbie wire #helluva au #helluva mammon #cw abuse #cw gaslighting

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Fictober 2023 15: “Fine, explain it to me.”

“You'll think I'm crazy...” Julie sat in the passenger seat, fingers twirling the little blue crystal charm that her lover had gifted to her. Julie seemed to never take the necklace off except to shower.

“I promise I won't, babe. We've been together for years now and you know you can tell me anything.” Angela looked a little concerned at her girlfriend. She'd been planning on using this trip to propose to her, but now? Julie seemed to be having some kind of nervous breakdown.

“You wouldn't understand. It's just... It's too unreal.”

“Fine, explain it to me.”

Closing her eyes, Julie took a deep breath and slowly began to spin a tale that was just beyond belief. She spoke of an average day in the shopping center, stressed out from a long day at work and just completely on edge. She had been in a rush to get through the crowd and literally ran over a poor little old woman, knocking her right into the fountain!

The old lady crawled out, cursing and shouting at Julie, calling her a “big oaf” who should watch where she was going. Julie, having no patience for this abuse told the woman she was so shore she should have to wear a hat with a flag on it so people would notice her.

“Oh, when I'm through with you, EVERYONE will be beneath your notice! You.. you BEAST!” Shouting that, the old woman grabbed Julie by the arm and she felt a weird electric shock rum through her whole body.

Julie took a deep breath as she got through it all and turned towards Angela. “Ever since then, I've been cursed.. I turn into... a monster.”

“A monster.. and what triggers this curse?” Angela asked, turning towards her lover, paying less attention to the road than she should.

She bit her bottom lip, “Uh.. so far, really severe stress. Anger is one. If I let myself get too hungry? If I get injured, even a paper cut it can trigger because it seems to heal me...”

Her lover turned to face her again, “Look, I'm not gonna say you're crazy, this is just a lot to take in, okay? I...” “ANGIE LOOK OUT!!!”

She turned just in time to see the sharp turn ahead and slammed on the breaks. The car went out of control on the loose gravel and kept going straight ahead, slamming hard into the trunk of a tree as her vision went black.

Angela slowly came to, holding her head in agony. She could see blood in the airbag in front of her, barely. Her vision was blurred and she was woozy. Her head was spinning as she heard the slow, steady tick of the cooling engine, but she could hear Julie moaning as well.

“Jules, Jules, you okay?”

She just heard more moans and the sound of tearing cloth. She figured Julie must have grabbed the emergency tool and was cutting her seat belt free until she hears the creak of warping metal and the entire car started to tilt! The whole thing lurched to the side before slamming back down.

Angela rubbed at her eyes, clearing her vision then looked over towards the side of the car where Julie had been. The whole passenger side was a mangled mess. She let out a cry as she thought Julie must have been flung from the vehicle.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang that made Angie jump. What looked like a huge, two-fingered hand gripped the top edge of the door and ripped it off suddenly. A second reached in and grabbed her seat belt, tearing it like it was made of tissue.

She was slowly lifted out of the twisted wreck and set down on the ground. Before her stood some sort of giraffe creature, towering above her. It had to be close to twenty five feet tall including the long neck. It, she, knelt down in front of her and slowly lowered its head. It had very obviously humanoid and female features.

Once it was at eye level, something glistening caught her eye. The bright blue crystal pendant. “J.. Julie? Is that you?”

She nodded her big head, almost looking ashamed. Angela reached out to touch her, rubbing the soft fur of her cheek. “This... This is real... I'm not concussed and hallucinating, you're really..”

Her voice was a deep rumble as she forced out a “Yes...”

Angela looked up at her, blinking a few more times, eyes going from the ruined car to her lover and back. “Well, this really is a lot to take in. YOU'RE a lot to take in...”

Julie's huge head hung even lower as she felt a wave of grief wash over her. Until she felt small, soft hands stroke her long neck, then wrap around it, a shoulder sliding up under her chin.

“Yeah, you're a whole lot more than I bargained for, but I think we can learn to deal with this together.”

#fictober23 #giraffe #transformation #cursed #werecreature #couple

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Family Dinner

⚠️TW OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR DRUGGING AND FORCED CANNIBALISM NOT DO ANY OF THIS ITS NOT HEALTHY YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ⚠️

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Hondo started carving up dinner. He was excited this would be the first family dinner since well since Beatrix joined. He knew that his newest adopted kid needed some help; they were just so fragile yet so reactive. Hondo was just like him when he was a kid. So he knew exactly what to do. It would be terrible to punish them again after what he had to do. But it was the only option to keep them safe no matter what she promised that no one would end up with him as a kid he would treat them way better he would protect them he was doing what was right. He was thinking to himself again before he leaned to the side looking at his beautiful children Beatrix was taking such good care of her sibling.

He smiled; he wished he had this as a kid but now he had to protect it he knew Beatrix could protect herself but Moth knew they were too weak they were way too fragile. He knew how it felt to feel fragile. He promised wearing a very normal outfit he would never make anyone feel like that again and he would do anything to do that. He was smiling, continuing to carve the meat. It would be a beautiful dinner, an amazing stew and he was always stuck up on meat whenever he would go out. It was almost time for dinner but he couldn't help but continue to look. He loved watching his children Bond.

Beatrix was repeatedly braiding moths hair Beatrix loved moth to the point where it was crazy mom had already gotten a few gifts from Beatrix although quite disturbing Moss tried to look like they appreciated it. They were trying to act like they enjoyed everything so nothing would happen to them. They were still in pain after having their ankles literally shattered by a painful experience. They barely got any sleep because of it. But maybe they deserved it for being such a terrible child they had to stay strong. Maybe someone was looking for them, maybe just maybe someone was looking for them. Thinking about home made them sad they missed everyone they missed Joe they missed dragons they missed bear they missed they missed everyone.

Beatrix chuckled looking at their siblings. They were a lot smaller than she expected but that just means that they're easier to take care of. She thought about the time where she ate a cookie and how it tasted bitter but whenever Beatrix went by mod they felt a Sweet Sensation and cessation to protect them. Such a sweet feeling, such a Savory sweet feeling almost like a perfectly cooked pork belly savory… but sweet. Finally Beatrix made their hand into a point of finger poking moths cheek " you know I never had a sibling before I hope you stay here" moth looked over at their 'sibling' confused" I I have siblings I have a sister and and two brothers I don't know" they were stammering and to make sense of things using their hands to express themselves. This was the first time they expressed emotions in a while this made Beatrix smile. She tilted her head before laughing " you had just remember Hondo got rid of those disgusting people"

"THEIR NOT DISGUSTING " there was a loud clanking noise as Hondo walked into the living room with an angry expression. He walked closer to them almost towering over them completely " my dear they were disgusting they didn't treat you right I saved you and you're acting like they're a good people they were not quit your attitude" he hissed at them before his expression completely changed into a happy expression he walked away continuing to make dinner. It happened so fast they barely expected him to even act out like this it was terrifying. Although the moth was still getting used to life they didn't want to get used to it they wanted to go home. They started crying again. Beatrix attempted to comfort them but it was no use. Beatrix got up and walked over to her mother's room " Mom can you come here moth is crying and I don't know what to do" Beatrix said with only the slightest bit of worry in her voice Adarna headed shut up she looked over at her daughter a long pause happens before she got up and started walking down the stairs.

Adarna looked over at her new child. She knew how hard it is to get used to a place like this but it was the safest option. Hondo knew what he was doing. He was doing what was right she gently brought them into a hug surprisingly for both of them moth hugged back back they really really needed this even though it felt wrong they felt safe and welcome and happy but would this happy is and or would this happiness continue. They continue to hug back letting their new mother truly consult them. They stopped crying after 5 minutes, almost like a fussy child. But truly they really just didn't want to deal with anything anymore; they just wanted to eat and go to bed. Why were they so tired if they were just sitting here? Was it the pain in their ankles or was it the pain and their wrists being tied down to a wheelchair to prevent crawling out. Or was it them just being tired. They looked at their new mother slightly smiling. They were tired. Why were they so tired? Adarna smiled back gently brushing mom's hair out of their face, noticing their hair turning white. She truly wondered if Honda was doing the right thing. They looked so tired and so hurt but she thought back to when Hondo basically saved her and married her. He was doing what's right; she had a beautiful family now and no one would take that away on her watch. She stared into moth's eyes "... Honda was right you are perfect for this family"

They were getting lost in their thoughts as Hondo was getting ready to roll them into the kitchen. He placed a bowl of stew in front of everyone. It looked delicious but the meat looked strange. Moth was distracted as Hondo picked up a spoon and tried to feed it to them " open up" he said with a cheerful tone. Moth quickly moved away even though they were tied down they would rather eat by themselves. Hondos expression slightly faltered, " no honey I don't want to hurt you, eat up. Mod paused and looked directly into his eyes standing, their ground Hondos smile instantly faded as he slammed his fists onto the table "I SAID EAT" everyone instantly flinched in their head turned over to him. Moth was shaking at this point, finally accepting Hondo feeding them. He was still angry but feeding them and as this was going on his smile slowly returned and she was no longer angry Beatrix and Adarna knew this all too well Honda was always way too quick to anger sometimes if you weren't Beatrix but if you were some newcomer it was terrifying Hondo was never really meant for anything then his anger. It would never work, everything had to be perfect and if it wasn't his whole life of Fall Apart no matter how you see it Hondo was breaking everything that was falling in life and everyone was feeding into his delusion.

Everything was falling in line for his perfect family. He loved his wife, he loved his children, he loved his life, he loved everything about this, he loved hunting what he didn't love was people getting in his way of his perfect family no one deserved to get in his way no matter how much the news covered it he hated it he knew what he was doing was right. Moth wasn't in the right household, Moth was in the right household now they weren't moth Fishteen they were Moth Hondo. The news was wrong, he was right, no one was getting in his way anymore. This was his life, his perfect life. He was doing what was right.

His mind was going a thousand miles an hour as he continued to feed his child. Finally he broke out of this pattern of thought as he looked over to see the news was on. He got up as he slammed the table and quickly smashed the TV. It showed his child there and his child was not missing. There was no search party going on looking for Moth Fishteen. If there was a search party he would make sure that they would disappear before they would take away something that he was protecting. He was protecting his wife, his daughter and his child. He got rid of the search party that was trying to take his wife away. He will get rid of the one that's trying to take his child away. No matter what, no matter how you think it.

He was doing what was right.

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Actually I'm kinda proud of this one kind of not because I got writer's block in the middle of the chapter

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Adarna belongs to the wonderful-@nesssblog

Beatrix lovegoon belongs to the wonderful-@enitysworld

#fanfic #yanderexreader #yandere imagines #platonic yandere #platonic yandere imagine #yandere scenarios #yandere family #yandere punch out #punch out #yandere piston hondo #punch out adarna #beatrix lovegoon #punch out sona #punch out au #nintendo punch out #IDWR AU

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Roast my writing

(Vocal has a contest and I need feedback)

There weren’t always dragons in the valley.

Even she knew that much.

Eliza’s only view of the world was a small window looking out from the sub-basement of the fortress. All other’s looked inward at the lush gardens and overflowing fountains. No one who called it home wanted a reminder of the waste that the outside world had become.

The courtesans and scholars alike continued on in their merriment and meticulous commitment to whatever bookish pursuit had captivated them.

No one spoke openly of the dragons, not when they were a rumor brought in from what few merchants still traveled the desert wasteland. So parched and sun scorched that they could almost be convinced to take a gallon of hoarded water rather than the payment they initially ventured the waste for. No, most of the dwellers thought it was just fanciful storytelling to endear a better price from them.

No one spoke of the dragons when Eliza’s mother offered the vision of a haunting red shadow turning the golden sands they all refused to look at an ashy gray, their precious trees doomed to bear rotted fruits and the fountains to crumble from disrepair, on one left to tend to them when we ourselves became dust in the sand.

No one spoke of the dragons when strange screams could be heard in the open air courtyard, or if you were inside near one of the perimeter walls where once, long ago when the gates closed on the world and those outside could be heard banging and pleading for sanctuary, for a swift death, or from insanity. They spoke briefly in debate of if these were the screams of their ghosts, but that quickly stopped when the walls grew hot, and the screams grew louder and closer. Enough that we could recognize they were not scream of anguish or fear, but hunger, and perhaps a bit of joy.

No one spoke of the dragons even when we could no longer pretend the silhouettes in the sky were just some new odd bird. By that time we didn’t need to say a word about it. We knew it meant the end.

But of course these were the descendents of, or far aged originals of the fortress. The dwellers were not the sorts to confront their horrors. The scholars wouldn’t even entertain a subject so close to their reality. Their specialty was hypotheticals.

Eliza talked about it, but no one talked to Eliza. Only tolerated because of her mother’s place as the fortuneteller. Long driven mad enough that her visions could be entertaining rather than a reminder of what the dwellers had abandoned.

Theon, her uncle, listened to Eliza. Theon would hear her every word and thank her for it. It wasn’t that no one listened to Theon, he was their lord and protector in the fortress. But the toil from the endeavor, and grief of its cost had made him an invalid, shut up in his room with only his sister’s magic to sustain his failing body all this time later.

Everyone would listen to Theon, but no one could hear him shouting from his tower, and the dwellers were avoiding him anyway lest he break their illusion that everything was fine.

“Why would I bother climbing down? I won’t make it back up and telling them won’t change anything.” He chuckled sadly at her when she had finally gotten the courage to ask him directly why we would not do anything.

“Besides, it’s not as if they don’t know.” He continued.

“Theon, they don’t even care enough to come and ask if the fortress can protect us from the dragon, or possibly dragons.” Eliza had questions and objections, she always did. Her life had been spent in limbo, technically an heir to two all-powerful beings who held court over a paradise, but what use is being an heir if they’re immortal and crazy or exhausted.

“You think there could be more than one?” Theon pressed her. Exhausted yes,

But he was her uncle, and he listened to her.

“Unless the reproduce like phoenixes than we have to assume there is more than one out there.” She explained.

“Imagine that” Theon gazed away from her, not losing interest, but gaining a sort of nostalgia. “If phoenixes were real.

Long ago, Theon and her mother Sophie had been just children, in love with fantasy stories about hidden doors to other worlds, schools of magic, and kingdoms where winter would last years and years. They came of age as the world was dying from a poison that humans had made themselves. This part of the story was always sparse when they told Eliza, They were only 20 when they hid away in the fortress, the nuances of how the world were ruined were beyond the comprehension of two siblings playing dungeons and dragons and being told they were too old for the things they loved.

As the world decayed it brought new gifts, what at first could be brushed off as mutation, soon went so far beyond anything that the great minds of the time knew that magic became a better descriptor. Small things, flowers rapidly developing new colors, soon turned to household pets learning to talk. People jump to great heights and children were born with horns or wings.

Theon and Sophie were not the only ones who jumped at the chance to harness it. They were, fortunately, among the few who survived the effort.

Those who tried to fly forgot that they would soon come back down, and human bodies, we soon found, can’t survive long with the added strain of extra appendages.

The twins had spent a lifetime hiding from their mundanely evil reality in books and games and films, lost in thoughts of spells and the wonder of their wishes being brought to life. Right at the age when they were told to grow out of it, when such a long held longing would turn to a confusing sort of grief before an acceptance of the world as it was. They were given all they needed to bring childhood wishes to reality.

Is it any wonder then that they never really grew up.

“Theon, I'm serious!” Eliza was at her wit’s end trying to force action from someone who had spent the last century coasting off the glory of an early success the avoid the consequences of his actions.

“So am I! Why did we never think of building a phoenix? Not entirely practical, but you’d only really need one so I think we could have justified it.”

“You still can make one.”

“In theory, but that would require a degree of coordination with your dear mother that

I don’t think either of us are up to at this age, eh Soph?”

Eliza’s mother was apparently too busy building a house of cards to answer.

In theory these two combined had the power of a god, and even still today used that power to maintain their utopian fortress as a playground they no longer got to enjoy themselves.

A place where the dwellers are kept in air pumped clean of the gritty sand, where only the safest but of magis flourish. Housecats chat amongst themselves in hallways, the fruits grown are always perfectly sweet. Theon and Sophia still did much them same as they had before the magic existed, they laid around their rooms enjoying their distractions to avoid facing reality.

Although they’ve never told Eliza what happened between gaining their powers and building the fortress. They’ve even gone so far on occasion to suggest that perhaps this was the first and only thing they did with their powers.

Some of the youngest of the dwellers who have been told the story believe it. But Eliza never did, she knew them both too well. Equal parts fantastical and frantic, methodical and manic, the twins were the sort to relish small victories like hovering a coffee cup with a weeks long celebration.

Like most in the fortress the typically ignored their mistakes and miseries. For them to have become these sad hidden beings, rarely even partaking in their literal dreamscape they’re wasting themselves for, Eliza knows they didn’t just close the doors of the fortress to hide from the waste.

They were still just children hiding from what they did wrong.

#writing #beta reader #roast my work #writing prompt

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In The Shadows

Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction (Lukanette Endgame)

Chapters

Prelude | Chp 1 | Chp 2 | Chp 3 | Chp 4 | Chp 5 | Chp 6 | Chp 7 | Chp 8 | Chp 9 | Chp 10 | Chp 11 | Chp 12 | Chp 13 | Chp 14 | Chp 15 | Chp 16 | Chp 17 | Chp 18 | Chp 19 | Epilogue | Worlds Not Our Own | Timeline

Chapter Twelve: Encino Man (AO3 Link)

Chapter Snapshot

So long had he played the part of the wandering bard, the calcitrant protector of Sass and Mullo, that putting himself in the limelight as a hero like Ladybug was an odd role in comparison. Especially when the two of them were still toeing around to figure out what a partnership would look like. He was so much more used to living in the in-between, a shadow that slipped through people's fingers, the center of attention didn't seem to suit him. At this point, Ladybug was as much a part of Paris as the Eiffel Tower or The Louvre was—it seemed like she knew everyone, and it was almost intimidating. Even Juleka had appeared to be at least loosely acquainted with Ladybug.

Luka hummed, tapping his fingertips on the spine of the Miraculous Spellbook. He wasn't sure how to approach Ladybug, but if Juleka did know her, maybe she might have a better idea of how to talk to her, and he wouldn't mind seeing her again. He stood and stretched. "I think I'm going to have to get a second opinion, but I'll need to be transformed. You don't mind, do you, Sass?"

Sass flicked his tongue out amicably. "Of courssse not."

"Where are we going?" Mullo asked, zipping up from her spot on the couch.

He smiled. "To see a friend."

"Oh, bloody hell," Wes ground out, slamming the apartment door behind him, trapping the heavy scent of Chinese takeout in their apartment. "Have you gone completely barmy?"

Luka snapped out of his melody-induced revere, looking around the apartment for indicators that he'd gone crazy. Nothing looked out of sorts; the walls were still covered top to bottom in band posters or mystery stains, and the crack in the top left corner of the living room looked as concerning as ever. Sass was blinking awake from his place on the arm of the couch while Mullo was whizzing around Wes's head like a fly. The thrifted coffee table still had its distinctive left-wards tilt, Luka's life work come from decades of travel spread across it haphazardly, pages of codes and notes fanning the length of it and along the floor, in his lap, on the couch…

Wes let out an impatient, frustrated whine and stomped over to the cassette player pumping out The Smiths, "Hatful of Hollow" through the apartment. He slapped it quiet like a petulant child and then turned, arms outspread, the bag of Chinese takeout swinging fretfully from his right hand. "I can put up with the brooding and the magic flying rats, but The Smiths?" He pointed an accusatory finger in Luka's direction. "I draw the line, mate, if you're turnin' poofy on me, I swear--"

Luka interrupted him with a laugh, shuffling his papers of composition off the other side of the couch, then began to collect them with the ones on the table. "I'm trying to keep up with the times," he said. He set his work down on the ground next to his feet, followed by the guitar.

"Bugger the times! Keep me in '77--nothin' good came out after that anyway." Wes sullenly sat next to him on the couch, kicking off his boots.

"Oh sure, except for Damaged, Entertainment, Zen Arcade--"

"Come off it, you know what I meant. Keep that up an' I won't let you have any." Wes shook a container stuffed full of food in the air between them and then sniffed it before setting it back down in front of Luka. "Send you to bed without any bloody supper and all that rot."

Luka grabbed the takeout container and a pair of chopsticks, shoving whatever was inside into his mouth. His mind was already back to Delphine's song, brain working on aborted lyrics and notes that didn't sound right, ones he couldn't make fit. Delphine's story had been one of Sangpo's favorite to tell. The Dolphin Miraculous holder had been known for her kindness, her ingenuity, but she had an edge to her beneath it all. He wanted soft sounds for her song, something magical that drew you in like ocean waves, something that you knew could still drown you if you went too deep, even if you never reached the bottom.

It was his job to do her justice; after all, with the Miraculous Spellbook and The Order both gone, he was the only one alive who could record her story. Not even the Grecian Island she used to protect knew who she was. He'd found no trace of her legacy 15 years ago when he visited, hoping to nail down her song once and for all. Luka couldn't help but feel pangs in his heart at that. He understood the need to keep secrets, but for her legacy being wiped clean by The Order to protect the powers of the Miraculouses seemed foolhardy in the wake of their destruction. His songs were shaping up to be the precious scrolls and knowledge carried out of the Great Library of Alexandria before it fell for good.

Wes had escaped his notice, but as Luka shoved another mouthful of lo mein in his mouth, he realized his friend had snatched up his papers and was flipping through the pages of the song. "Why've you got to write all these moon runes everywhere, anyway? 'Fraid I'll read your diary or summat?" he groused, one chopstick wavering between his teeth, the other guiding his eyes along the page like a conductor's baton.

"It's just a precaution, not really against you or anything. That's just how it's done." He really didn't have any other explanation. If The Order had thought the stories of past heroes were so dangerous that they all needed to be kept in code, he wouldn't deny them that. Besides, it kept him in practice. He had too many languages rattling around in his brain, and things were starting to get jumbled and forgotten. The Order's code couldn't be one of the things that began to slip.

Wes grunted, amber eyes working over the notes beneath his drawn-down eyebrows. "Right. Well, let's hear it then. Play on, mysterious bard." Wes flicked his makeshift baton in Luka's direction, a piece of fried rice flying off the tip and onto the wall to join one of the mystery stains.

Luka did as he was told, picking back up his guitar and letting Delphine's notes drip off his fingertips for the 40th time that day. He waited for Wes to pick out the part he was having trouble with. Luka was sure he would because his fingers always moved sluggishly about 45 seconds in, frustrated with the directions he was taking them. It was hard to choreograph the soul of someone he hadn't met--his only guide was the silhouette Sangpo had drawn of her, light veils and draping fabric over a willowy frame…

Wes's cheeks sucked in as he listened, the chopstick hanging out of his mouth still slightly wobbling. Finally, when Luka got to that part, Wes shook his head and took the chopstick out, shifting them in his hands to use them for their intended purpose. "Change the chord to diminished," he said through a mouthful of beef.

Luka started over, changing the chord he'd been battling with to diminished D instead, his fingers liking that much better. The rest of it came together after that, the Delphine in his mind working through him, her story coming out in crashing waves. "I walked from the sidelines," she whispered echoes in his head, "the broken bones, and grew strong--learned to shout back at the world and rid myself of the demons in my blood, till my lover and I no longer fit, because I could no longer just whisper when the ocean roared."

Luka finally looked up, sunshine on his face, because he'd found her clarity in the notes that had only held murky depths for him before. Wes picked around the vegetables in his carton to pull out another piece of beef. "I'd rather listen to that than The sodding Smiths any day."

Luka sat on the brown loveseat in his apartment, his hand resting on Delphine's page in the Miraculous Spellbook, her legacy written in plain text, not song. The book was a record of each past hero, their innovations and careers, likenesses, and discoveries, all recorded for posterity. These were the crude drawings Sangpo had drawn for him in the dirt of their backyard or in the ashes of their extinguished fire; the heroes whose stories he would recall for him during their idle times. Delphine stared out at him from the page, eyes blank. The Dolphin Miraculous had given her the ability to find anyone, anywhere. She was the one who concocted the potion that would allow her Kwami the ability to let her dive deep beneath the water to save those lost at sea with ease. The book didn't tell the story of her and her lover, not as he did. The blank eyes looking back at him beneath a gauzy veil didn't exude the depths of her heart, the quiet way she had touched the lives of those around her--until quiet wasn't enough to get the job done.

Luka flipped to the back, looking at the portraits of Sangpo again. He was called Mucalinda. Luka hadn't known that before. His costume had a large hood, mimicking that of the great serpent king, and beneath that drawing was another picture of him in a different outfit. That had been Sangpo's innovation; How to change skin. Sgyur ba.

"There will be many that mussst be added," Sass said, staring over his shoulder. Luka hummed in ascent, turning his attention to the old TV he had turned on to the news. Ladybug was fighting an Akuma several arrondissements away, Chat Noir and a few other heroes by her side. She had several other allies, it seemed. The Fox, Turtle, and Tiger appeared quick on their feet; they must be used to fighting alongside her.

Someday, they would all be added, too. Luka stared despondently at the blank page next to Sangpo. This would be Wes's page. He'd looked through the whole book--not a single recorded hero had died quite like he had. A macabre addition.

Luka sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing the book. He'd stared at it enough the last day and a half; the scent of the well-worn pages was practically burned into his nose. The newscaster's voice rang through the small apartment, her face pinched with urgency as she hid behind the news van.

"The Akuma has several people trapped at the top of the building--wait, there! Ladybug has called her Lucky Charm!"

He studied the news coverage, watching the red and black polka-dotted hero fly across the screen. While he questioned some of the decisions of her Master, there was no doubt Fu had made the right decision of who to entrust the Ladybug Miraculous. She was incredible--quick-footed, a good tactician in battle, and an easy leader under pressure. The others followed her without question; they all seemed to know just what she wanted them to do. Part of that, he expected, was that all of them had communicators embedded in their weapons. An innovation that would need to be recorded. Someday he may need to try to incorporate that into his own arsenal when he transformed--he'd never had a need to, so it had never occurred to him before.

"When are you going to tell her about what Félix said?" Mullo asked. She was sitting next to him in a rare moment of stillness on a blanket that was bundled on the couch, nibbling on a piece of cheese she'd pulled from the fridge.

Luka traced the book's cover idly with one fingertip, still watching the battle come to a close on the fuzzy TV set. "When I figure out how to do it without making her mad." She wouldn't like finding out he'd gone behind her back to steal the book. He couldn't blame her for that, but he felt his actions were justified given how it had turned out.

Félix put his hands in his pockets, casually crossing one ankle over the other. He leveled him with a defiant glare, green eyes bright in his pale face. "I'm not Mother Theresa. I take care of the people I care about, and that's all."

What a lonely world Félix must live in. And that, coming from someone who'd lived most of his years alone. He doubted Félix would like him pitying him--but in some ways, he felt like he was the same. Ladybug did incredible things--she protected an entire city. What had he done all this time with his powers? He helped those whom he cared for, helped strangers when it was convenient. He didn't go out and look for trouble like she did. That was part of why when Juleka asked him if he was a hero in training, he hadn't disagreed.

Sass flicked his tongue out amicably. "Of courssse not."

"Where are we going?" Mullo asked, zipping up from her spot on the couch.

He smiled. "To see a friend." Luka wrapped the book in a paper bag and shoved it in the back of the freezer behind the frozen pizzas before locking up and making his way to the little apartment building Juleka lived in. He transformed a few blocks away but kept walking on the sidewalk rather than up on the rooftops. Standing across the street from Juleka and Rose's apartment building, he realized he had no idea which apartment was hers or if she was home. Juleka had told him at her birthday party she was a model; did they keep regular hours? He had no idea. Why hadn't he asked?

A few minutes of frustrated pacing later, he spotted a fairy with short, gold hair and a long pink overcoat gliding down the sidewalk towards the building. The girl saw him from across the street, and at first, her eyebrows drew down in thought before her face erupted in a wide smile. Viperion waved at her, wondering if Juleka had told her about him. She waved back with both arms, purse swinging erratically from her side. Guess that was a yes.

He made his way toward her. "You're Rose, right?" He asked, crossing the road. 'Viperion' didn't know her.

Rose nodded as he closed the remaining distance. "Yes, I'm Juleka's Rose! She mentioned you--please, come inside!" Her tiny hand grabbed his jacket sleeve, not giving him a choice in the matter.

"Is she home? I was hoping I'd be able to talk to her-- and to meet you," he added, letting her drag him inside the apartment complex foyer.

Rose giggled delightedly, pressing the button to call the elevator. "She'll be home soon; she's busy right now! But I'm very excited to meet you. We have a lot of wonderful friends, but it's so rare that Juleka makes a new friend all on her own! I'm so happy about it."

Viperion smiled at her as they stepped inside the elevator. "Is she the type to keep to herself?"

"Oh yes! She's come out of her shell so much since middle school, but she's still such an introvert." Rose was practically buzzing with excitement, hands swinging and moving wildly with emotion. "We haven't seen you around on the news or the Ladyblog or anything; we thought you might have left town."

It was an odd thing for him to get used to hearing. He wondered how The Order would have dealt with trying to erase the legacy of a hero that was constantly shown on TV. "I'm not used to public appearances," was all he said in the end. "Sorry if I worried you."

The elevator dinged, and its steel doors opened on a well-lit, cream-colored hallway. The carpet was a deep red color, and Viperion's feet sunk into it slightly when he stepped out of the elevator. Rose led them down the hall, chatting the whole way. "Well, don't disappear on us again! I'd be upset at you if you just up and left us, especially when Juleka's made a new friend of you. But all's forgiven and forgotten--oh, this is us, one second." She struggled to find her house key on her key ring, the fluffy plush unicorn that dangled on the chain hindering her movements as she unlocked the door. "There we are. Home sweet home! Hello, my little babies," Rose cooed affectionately at the two cats that came to twist around her ankles.

One was a very fat, very fluffy black cat, and the other was a tiny Siamese cat with a bit of goop on the inner corner of its left eye. "Say hello to our guest!" Rose grunted as she lifted the purring, furry monster of a cat, holding it close to Viperion's face. "Luci, this is Viperion. Oh, but his real name is Lucifer."

She plopped him down and skipped a few steps around the apartment to wrangle the other cat. Viperion stepped inside and closed the apartment door before either cat could dart into the hallway. Finally, Rose managed to grab the Siamese and hold it up to wave its little paw at him. "Viperion, this is Sin. Say nice to meet you, Cinnamon, there's a good girl! Agh!" The Siamese flipped out of her grasp and ran under the couch.

"Nice to meet you both," Viperion said politely, humor edging into his tone as he knelt to pet the fat one. It rolled over on its back like a beached whale.

"We also have Terry the turtle, but Terry is in time out for eating one of his fish friends." Rose shrugged off her pink overcoat and hung it in the coat closet by the front door, revealing a white knit sweater paired with her skinny yellow slacks and pink flats.

Viperion could spot the turtle in its exhibit in the living room. It yawned at him. "What an eclectic bunch." He didn't mean just the animals, either. Rose and Juleka's apartment was an experience, each of their personalities and tastes balanced in harmony. Where there were short pink curtains over the kitchen window, there was skull embroidery on the ends, and where there was a foreboding four-poster bed in the bedroom with black covers and pillowcases, there were about 12 brightly colored stuffed animals sitting on top.

"Come have a seat in the kitchen! I'll make us some hot cocoa."

Viperion followed her into the kitchen and sat on one of the brass and black painted stools that were pushed under the kitchen island's bar; it was a small kitchen but functional. They had herbs growing on a rack hanging in front of the window and pots and pans hanging neatly beneath the upper cabinets, so they were within reach but not taking up counter or cupboard space. The island in the center functioned as both extra countertops to prepare food and room to eat. On the inner side was the dishwasher, directly across from the sink. Rose fluttered to and from, slipping on a black apron with ruffles and pink lace and filling a pale blue saucepan with milk and chocolate to melt. She had other spices and various things out, but Viperion wasn't sure what they might be.

He rarely cooked for himself, and he'd never had anyone make him cocoa before--not even from those powder packets he'd seen at the store. If he ever felt like having that kind of drink, he'd usually just buy it from a coffee shop or a bakery. Watching the process unfold before him was mystifying.

"So, Juleka said you just got to Paris, is that right? Have you settled in okay?" She flashed him a smile from her place at the stove, stirring the contents of the saucepan.

"I think so," he said, resting his chin on his palm.

"Oh, that's wonderful! Paris is so lovely, isn't it? I think it's better in the Spring and Summer, but Juleka loves this time of year." Rose applied a splash of heavy cream to the pot, wrinkling her nose when a few drops splattered onto the stove surface with a sizzle. "Are you staying with family while you're here?"

Viperion looked around the little apartment with a bemused smile on his face. "Not exactly, but I've been able to see them."

Rose sniffed the pot and then added a dash of brown spice to it, frowning as she prodded the mixture with her plastic spatula. She left it for a moment to turn back to him, hands clasped to her chest with sudden inspiration. "You know, my friend Marinette has a boyfriend who just moved here--I don't think he has many people to talk to in Paris; I ought to get you two together! I bet you'd get along swimmingly."

Where he should have said something, he stared at her instead, brain shorting out temporarily over the casual use of the word 'boyfriend'. Was that what Marinette was calling him? He hadn't done anything to earn that coveted title—just a day ago, he'd been introduced as a friend. Viperion rubbed his neck, trying to get his brain back on track. "Have they been in a relationship long? Big step, moving from…wherever," Viperion replied, feigning casual interest.

Rose leaned on the kitchen island across from him, her heart-shaped face supported by her two palms. "They only met recently--it's all so romantic, don't you think? He moved all the way from New York for her! I get giddy just thinking about it. She deserves it, you know. She's spent so long in knots because the boy she loved never liked her back. Now she has a fairy tale romance all her own and gets to be head over heels in love. And the boy--oh, he's so handsome! Very mature, very sexy, and self-sufficient, and he's good with his fingers, too, which is always a plus, you know."

Mercifully, he was saved from having to respond when the front door opened and slammed shut, Juleka's husky voice shouting out, "Rose, I'm home--" There was a pause and then a quick dashing of feet, and Juleka appeared from behind the living room wall, dark hair streaming behind her as she slid into the kitchen towards the stove. Now that Viperion's mind was free from Rose's gushing, he realized that the cocoa had been left wholly unattended and was filling the house with a voraciously bitter smell. Juleka scrambled to turn the burner off and remove the pot from the oven to chuck the concoction in the sink. "What did I tell you about trying to cook? We've been over this!" Juleka huffed, running water over the pot. A volcano's worth of steam erupted from it.

Rose pouted, a finger to her lips. "It's just--I really thought I could do it this time!" Evidently, Rose was just as bad at cooking as he was. "I wanted to make some for our guest!"

Juleka's spine stiffened from her spot at the sink. "What guest?" she asked, turning slowly towards her girlfriend. Finally, her eyes found him, where before they'd only been focused on stopping the smoke alarm from going off. "Jesus, fuck!" One of Juleka's wet hands flew up to her chest, an arc of water droplets flinging across the kitchen. Her tone turned accusatory, "How long have you been here?"

Viperion grinned at her sheepishly. "About as long as that cocoa was on the stove."

Juleka huffed and slammed the long faucet handle down, stopping the water so she could empty the pot and dry it with one of their tie-died kitchen towels. "It wasn't cocoa. It was burning goo."

Rose shouted in pouty offense.

"Oh, hush--go sit down and I'll make you some."

Rose floated over to sit next to him, a content smile on her face as she smoothed her apron over her lap. Juleka grumbled to herself as she pinned her long bangs back with a clip. She measured out milk, cream, and chocolate to pour back into the pot, flipping the burner back on. "So. Of all the apartments in all the towns in all the world, he walks into mine. Why?" Juleka leveled him with a lofty eyebrow and skeptical glance. She didn't let him answer. "You know, there was an Akuma this afternoon. Ladybug probably could have used your help, Mr. Zero to Hero."

Viperion couldn't help the sigh that escaped his lips. "I know. I was looking for some direction."

"Directions to the Akuma? Easy. You just follow the screams, dumb ass."

"Juleka," Rose loudly stage whispered, holding her hand over her mouth as if Viperion couldn't tell it was her speaking, "this isn't how we make new friends!"

Juleka rolled her eyes. "I'm serious, wasn't that the whole point of you coming here or whatever? Or were you blowing smoke up my ass?"

If anything, he appreciated Juleka being stern. "I wasn't--but my relationship with Ladybug isn't the best right now. I mean, it started rocky, and then it got better, but I have a feeling things are going to get worse again the next time we see each other. I don't want to make it worse. I'm trying to figure out how to talk to her about it."

Juleka snorted. She added dashes of the spices on the counter, stirring them gently into the pot until a sweet smell started to chase out the noxious fumes of the failed batch. "Have you ever been around Ladybug before? She's not a words person. She's all action--you can't talk your way into getting her to trust you. Prove it with actions."

He frowned, thinking about it. Ladybug did seem fairly action-oriented. She had tried to punch him in the face the first time they'd met instead of talking it out, and Chat Noir appeared to indicate that was a fairly regular occurrence. Maybe Juleka was right.

"You should bring her daisies. That always works on me," Rose said, a dreamy smile on her fey face as Juleka began to ladle out hot chocolate into mugs. Rose jumped up from her chair to dig in the cupboards, topping each cup with a generous serving of mini marshmallows. Juleka handed him a black mug with Chuckie on it.

"I don't think flowers are the right direction here, remember?" Juleka pointed her question at Rose but pulled Viperion up from his chair by the back of his jacket to shove him into the living room.

Rose settled into the corner of their couch, patting her palm on the spot next to her. Viperion took it that she wanted him to sit next to her. "Oh, gosh, I forgot about that--well, it really wasn't the best timing, bless his poor heart."

The pink and tan rose printed couch looked like they'd got it from an old cat lady's estate sale, but it was much more comfortable than the couch in his own apartment. He had come here for advice, and it hadn't seemed odd at the time to think Juleka might know more than he did, given that Ladybug seemed to be acquainted with a lot of people. Still, they were both talking about her like they hung out regularly. "Er, what are we talking about here?" he asked, completely lost in more ways than one.

Juleka grunted and pulled her phone out from her pants pocket, thumb tapping on the smooth screen until she found what she wanted. She handed it over to him. Viperion set his mug down on the coffee table and held the smartphone horizontally, hoping he looked natural when he clicked the play button on the screen. He'd never owned a smartphone before, and he doubted he'd have the money for it any time soon.

A video looped on the screen of Ladybug in a large manicured botanical garden, engaged in a fight--her yo-yo reflected projectiles that were launched her way. The second the onslaught had stopped, he could see Chat Noir pop into frame with a rose, handing it out to her with a bow and a flourish. Ladybug stared at it for a moment before slapping it out of his hand, spinning him around, and then shoving him by the shoulders off the screen. "Yikes," was all he could think to say.

"He's well-intentioned, just--" Rose paused delicately, but Juleka finished for her.

"Stupid."

"Were you the one who took the video?" he asked, handing the phone back.

"Nah, I'm not the one with a Ladybug obsession. This is all Alya's project."

Viperion took another sip of hot cocoa--it tasted a lot better than the ones he'd had before, he had to admit. "So, she takes a bunch of pictures of Ladybug? Why?"

"She's a journalist," Rose cut in. "And she uses it for her Ladyblog."

"You mentioned that earlier--that you didn't see me on the…uh, Ladyblog? What is it?" He'd forgotten about that somewhere between Terry the Terror and the burned hot chocolate.

"Man, no wonder you came to us for help. Look." Juleka tapped the screen again and handed the phone back, this time vertically.

The top of the page was written in looping cursive in a deep red color, and the rest of the page was pale pink. "A fan blog dedicated to the heroes of Paris, their powers, and origins," he read. A line appeared between his brows as he finished reading the introduction paragraph. Something began to gnaw at his gut the further he went. "This is…I mean, isn't this dangerous? There are people out there who are looking to have these powers; isn't this just giving them a bunch of information?"

Juleka shrugged, setting her mug on the black steel-rimmed side table next to her side of the couch. "Maybe, but trying to keep shit off the internet is a losing battle. I mean, look at you, you're on that American blog, aren't you?"

The animal gnawing on his gut began to run roughshod through it. "I'm on what?"

"The Americans or whatever, I think that's the name." Juleka paused, staring at him. She grabbed the phone back with a huff, and he realized she had probably expected him to find it himself. She typed something onto the screen and then held it up for him. His mouth gaped open, staring at the little post with a blurred picture of himself above it.

New Super Spotted!

A new snake-themed Super was seen around New York earlier this week. Mysterious and a little bit dangerous looking, my sources are still trying to determine which side of the law they're on and what their powers are. I'll post more details as they come in. Stay tuned!

"How old is this? And that--I thought I smashed that phone, wouldn't that have deleted the picture?" Viperion held his head in his hands, palms pressing into his forehead. That had been during his first week in New York--he'd felt someone behind him that night, and when he turned around, two people were running after him, and the flash had gone off. He'd assumed that a well-placed throw of his lyre had taken care of that problem.

Rose rested a hand on his shoulder. "Oh, that's been up for ages! When we went to New York for Marinette's birthday--you remember me telling you about Marinette?" --boy, do I, he thought-- "Alya and Marinette spent all week trying to figure out who you were from this post. They were obsessed."

Memories of finding Marinette wandering around in that alleyway, berating him when he'd plucked her out of it and up to safety, slammed into his brain at 90 miles an hour. Part of him was pleased, knowing that precious person had been wandering around New York looking just for him (even if he was fuzzy on the why), but his brain reminded him of the eyes that had been on him in New York. Was this how they found him? Was this what had put Sass and Mullo in jeopardy?

"I'm sorry," Juleka said slowly, "can we go backward just a minute? Did you just ask if smashing the phone would delete the picture?"

Viperion looked up at her slightly, her incredulous face peeking out from beneath his bangs. "I mean… wouldn't it?"

He saw her eyes move from him to over his back at Rose and then back down. "Dude…how old are you? You haven't ever heard of the cloud before?"

Viperion doubted the clouds he was thinking of were what she was talking about, so he kept that to himself. The internet, smartphones, video games--all those things were what he considered luxuries, so he hadn't considered it essential to invest in them. Now they were commonplace items, something people just understood without needing to think about it. He'd never felt so out of depth before--when had the world gotten so complicated? "I don't know anymore," he said with a mumble, massaging his forehead with his palms, trying to think of the last time he'd counted his age. "Probably somewhere on the sunny side of 140."

Carmen shut the back door, closing out the light of the rec room and leaving them with nothing but the back porch light, flickering dolefully in the hot Austin, Texas air. She sat next to him silently, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders in waves. Half-lidded eyes studied him, her full mouth fixed into a contemplative frown.

"So," she finally said, turning her attention to the stars. "Where're you runnin' from?"

Luka didn't answer for a while, running the very specifically phrased question around in his mind. Where was he running from? He wasn't sure he knew anymore. "You think I'm running?" he asked instead.

"We're all runners here." Carmen sighed, taking his question in stride. She leant back on the stairs, elbows coming to rest behind her. "Runnin' from somethin', someone, somewhere. We're lost boys, but we're already grown."

Luka thought of all the kids inside, varying ages and personalities, ethnicities, and backgrounds. He'd sensed it, of course, the first time he'd stepped inside the building, that despite all their differences they all had the same look in their eyes. Eyes that knew you could never run far enough, not when the hell was still in your head and in your heart. "London," he finally answered. "Then Tibet."

He'd just kept going after Wes (but hadn't it really started that first night he left Scotland? Or the first night his mother drew her last breath, and he'd watched the fever take her? Funny, then, that his brain and his body kept him running circles around the globe, London, Tibet, France, United States, Australia--he kept moving around and around like a spider in a jar, never able to find traction on the slippery surface).

"Long way to go," Carmen said.

"Yeah." He could never go fast enough to escape, never fast enough to move forward, only just enough to stay stuck in place. He'd find something just to lose it again. The silence had sunk in deep when he found the courage to speak again. "You ever feel like you aren't… real?"

Her lips twisted into a sardonic smile, brown eyes flecked with green reflecting her own hell in front of her, the one she couldn't escape from. "Every day. Ain't easy, is it? Got the government tellin' you that you ain't real, got the people in the street tellin' you the same thing, and your brain don't disagree. That's why this matters. The talkin', the connection. Places like this.”

Carmen paused, lips wavering as she watched the moths bouncing against the porchlight. “We all die alone, but for a minute--one fuckin' golden minute--you're real, cuz you wouldn't be dyin' if you weren't. I could be a figment of your imagination, but damn, when you're dyin', you know you have somethin' you're losin'." Carmen pointed between them with one finger, "Losin' things like this. The things that matter."

Luka sat back with a hum, watching the moon peek out beneath one sad, thin cloud. The Texas heat shimmered, making everything seem fuzzy but still distinct, somehow. Wes mattered; he'd been real, and then he'd been lost. It was like Luka was still stuck in time, each second chance point lodging him more distinctly in a place he shouldn't be. Each reversal twisted time back, changed it to match his resolve, but some things couldn't be reversed. He was a bone stuck in Time's great maw, never able to escape (even though he could; he could let go, but he made it a point to stay exactly as he was, as if he were waiting for something, someone).

Carmen sat up slightly, digging in her back pocket for a squashed pack of cigarettes. Long fingers shucked open the box and plucked the last one out. Cigarette perched between her lips, she lit it and left her lighter on the porch step. After an inhale of smoke, she held it out to him. He hadn't smoked in decades, but he still took it. They passed it between them, skin slowly growing sticky with sweat as the cicadas hummed in the dark night. Carmen took one last inhale before killing it on the porch step. "Promise me somethin'?"

He turned to her, meeting the full force of her soft but still steely brown eyes. "What?"

"Don't stay lost for long. Guy like you, you still got somethin' out there for you. Spend too long runnin' and you won't recognize the world when you finally look up."

Juleka's mouth hung open as she stared at him. "Hey--you're like, really serious right now, aren't you? You're not fucking with us?"

He sighed, collapsing back into the couch between them. Rose's eyes were saucer-sized in her face, and even though he could deny it, Luka felt with a great level of certainty that he just didn't want to anymore. He felt Roger Murtaugh down to his bones: he was getting too old for this shit. "No, sorry."

Juleka shot up from the couch to stare at him. "Oh my God, I have fucking Encino Man on my couch!" she groaned, pulling her long dark locks with purple painted fingers. "Does anyone else know?"

"Who else is there to know?" he asked. That stumped her for a moment, long enough for him to ask, "And seriously, can someone tell me what this 'cloud' is?"

#in the shadows mlb #alternate universe #lukanette #luka couffaine #rose lavillant #juleka couffaine #juleka x rose #luka and juleka being besties #Nat's Monster In The Box

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…And then three more, bullets connecting into the already fallen body.

Whether you’re all relieved by the sight or still riding out the adrenaline and panic, while you can all tell you’re no longer in danger… Those closer can still see Diantha was still very much alive. Incapacitated, yes, but alive, even if just barely. One of you may even be able to notice that she was shot in highly specific, non-lethal places with point-blank accuracy– this decision was definitely intentional, rather than it being reckless misses.

The sound of a gun being put away to a holster clicks to your ears faintly, and a voice speaks up.

“...Lycan, Fenrir, take her away. And don’t kill her– I left her alive. She’s one of the Shepherd’s presumed higher ups: one of The Lovers to be precise. It’d be convenient for us if she was kept alive for future questioning.

Bring more agents with you just in case. I may have ensured that she cannot try anything in that state, but you already know the deal with these lambs. You’ve spent more time with these crazy fucks than I did.”

Two masked men in purple-marked uniforms heed to demands as they approached to take Diantha away, and more similarly uniformed people come to help and ensure Diantha truly cannot retaliate. The threat was gone, and now all there was is safety, and the figure who had helped end the chase.

Your savior.

“...Told you they’d make it regardless. She built the ship and she didn’t even know that much?”

They quip to their coworkers first as they bring out their bo staff with a twirl, before finally deciding it was time to address you all. In fact, you start to find their voice quite familiar…

Of course, how could any of you forget all those recordings left for you to find and aid you? It’s just like every other message you’ve heard before, with the disguised inflection and instructive tone.

“Sorry for ditching you guys. I had to have a chase sequence of my own… a predator chasing its prey, if you will.

So, as the figure that turns around to greet you…

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You assume it can be no other than HANJI RUZAKI, towering over all of you.

…Or you assume it is, as they are adorning a specially painted mask like all the others. You’re sure yet unsure, as their entire demeanour was unfamiliar, the way they’re deciding to carry themselves where they stand foreign to you as it lacked that typical lazy, apathetic nature. In fact, although you were sure you knew who this was, at the same time, it also felt like you didn’t know this person at all. Their uniform has the mark of a canine just like everyone else, indicating their heavy involvement with the organization.

The air around them was thick, almost fierce, like a pillar refusing to crumble under the end of the world. They stood tall with responsibility, the previously known sarcastic hillbilly now displaying professionalism like they’ve done this for years; and they probably have, as you can sense the years of experience in their body language.

Now that you think of it, they were missing during the whole reunion and chase, weren’t they? Even Spud ends up popping his head out of the fur of Hanji’s coat. You were all so focused on Yuriko and Maxime’s reunion with you all that you barely noticed the puzzler had gone missing; in fact, it wouldn’t be too out of the ordinary to assume they have just gotten quiet.

But here they were, saving your lives.

They have been working to save your lives from the start.

“Listen up, game participants. You’re all safe here, now. You don’t have to feel trapped anymore, because you aren’t. The Tranquility Dogs will be responsible from here on out.”

Their voice softens ever so slightly.

“...You don’t have to suffer anymore. You don’t have to worry about losing loved ones to that damn cycle anymore. You don’t have to endure any more pain than you already have felt and experienced… You may never be the same as you were before all this, but, despite everything, you’re here. And you’re out.

And you’re still alive.”

#ch6

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nonsupe-a · 1 year

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“ what the hell are you doing here ?! i told you to get out of here ! ” she can call him crazy all she wants. reckless even. because he was and its not likely to change for the sake of anyones sanity, nevermind his own. the risks were titanic between them and there was no mistaken that, and at least he could acknowledge how stupid this was the moment he turned around after telling the others to go ahead, that they’d catch up. when or rather ... if they could. this is the part where they dig in deep and pray for the best.

pieces have been coming apart for months. everything and everyone that has had a hand in creating vought as the towering villain has started to burrow like scared animals knowing that their time is inevitably coming to an end, support beginning to wane. almost everyone, at least. some of these pillars still stand strong regardless of what they do and have done to others, regardless of who has already tucked tail and fled to hide somewhere in the foothills. lab after lab, hub after hub, they’ve made their way through them like cutting heads off snakes: one strike before they could find their venom. quick and easy.

and they thought this one was going to be the same as the others. they were wrong. this one is different. they were waiting.

“ what, and let you have all the fun ? ” the grin across his face grows when he checks how many bullets he has left in his side piece, knows for sure he has at least four more rounds in the rifle slung over his shoulder. down to the bone, he hopes their cuts will sting enough to do the job. “ i don’t think so. you can’t get rid of me that easy, @ecopoison. ” i’m with you. if this is a last stand, they do it together. they’ll see it through to the end.

#ecopoison #[ 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴 . ] you’ve become familiar with destruction / season 3.#[ 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙳 . ] inbox.#umm i love them #both of them - reckless #reckless children

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incendiobrock · 3 years

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The Witches Forest

Request: heyy idk if u do requests but if u aree then can you do one where the reader is a witch and is dating colby so she goes on one of the haunted trips w them and does some reading idkk you can end it however you like <33 tyy!

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this! I loosely based this imagine off the witches forest video on the Sam and Colby channel but instead of the witch from the video giving the reading it was y/n, and instead of Colby getting lost in the forest it was y/n. Hope you enjoy! Also this was loosely inspired by an imagine I read by @annab-nana you can read it here!

Warnings: sexual joke (I think that’s it)

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It was a typical day with the trap boys. Your boyfriend Colby had finally convinced you to go on a haunted trip with them. The only reason you had agreed was because he had promised you, and Corey, that there wouldn’t be any seances. You would all be going to just spend the night there, not summon anything.

In fact, Sam was planning on doing a cleansing ritual that he had done some research on. So, you agreed. You were always super worried about the boys and the trouble that they would find themselves in, especially with demonic entities and spirits.

One of the other reasons you had agreed to do the video with them was because you knew that the fans have been begging for you to make an appearance. Colby got tweets and comments daily about his “witchy girlfriend” joining in on a haunted overnight video. All the fans knew that you were super into crystals, and tarot cards, and different herbs, and just about anything that you believed would help protect you and connect you to the world of spirituality.

So here you were, sitting in front of the camera, Colby right by your side, his ring clad hand holding onto your thigh, as the rest of the guys surrounded the table. “Okay, who’s ready for the reading?” You questioned, looking around the table. Everyone nodded and agreed to begin. You passed the tarot deck to each of the boys, instructing them to shuffle the deck while thinking of their intention for the trip to The Witches Forest. Everyone did as told and passed the deck back to you, you were the last to shuffle.

“Alright, so I’m going to pick the top three cards and then we can go over what they each mean for us, and for the trip we are about to go on.” You stated, gently flipping over the top three cards, The Tower, The Nine of Swords, and the card of Death.

You felt the room tense as they all read the cards chosen. “It’s not bad.” You said, trying to calm everyone’s nerves. “Uh- I don’t know about you but a card that says death seems pretty bad to me.” Corey said, laughing out of fear.

“Yeah babe, what does that mean besides ‘we are going to die?’” Colby air quoted the last part. “Will you guys just give me a minute to explain it?” You laughed at your boyfriends face as his eyebrows remained scrunched on his forehead, looking desperately at you for answers. You went on to explain that death could signify the “death” of an era and the beginning of something new. The Nine of Swords means that their own thoughts can weigh them down, or cause a feeling of darkness, and The Tower means danger, chaos, but also liberation.

“See, so nothing is necessarily bad. It actually seems like this might be good for you guys, especially since we are planning on doing the fire ritual too. That way you can begin a new journey and have a nice cleansed path before the next moon cycle begins.” You stated, leaning your head on Colby’s shoulder and cuddling into his side. He placed a short kiss onto your forehead taking hold of your hand, “Alright so let’s get on the road we don’t want it to get too dark before we set up the tent, plus it’s about an hour drive.” Colby said to the group, still holding your hand as you both stood up to go get into the car.

About an hour later you had all arrived at the forest. Colby had parked the car a little off the dirt path in a small clearing between the trees. You were happy to get out of the car to stretch after having to sit between Jake and Corey in the backseat. You brought along a small backpack of stuff like a water, first aid kit, a flashlight, and most importantly some crystals that offer protection. You took out the small ziploc with the crystal and began to give one to each of the boys, telling them to keep their crystal in their pockets for protection.

Sam had asked you to explain to the camera what all you had brought so you showed him the black tourmaline, amethyst, and the obsidian, saying that they each offered protection and grounding properties. “Alright, now that we got our protection rocks let’s go pitch the tent we will be staying in all night.” Sam said, shutting off the camera. You all stood around trying to help as Colby did most of the work putting the tent together. You were impressed with his skills, never knowing that he could set up a tent with little to no instruction.

“Dang brother, those Cub Scout skills are really showing right now.” Jake joked, sticking the last spoke into the dirt. “Thanks brother, you know I’m skilled with these hands.” Colby responded, sending a wink in your direction. Your cheeks heated up as a small laugh escaped from your mouth. Leave it to Colby to make a sexual joke that makes the guys cringe.

After a little exploring all together, and almost losing the location of the tent, you had all decided it was time to start the fire ritual. You were glued closely to Colby’s side, hearing a lot of motion within the trees. “Once we get the fire going maybe we will feel better, the light and heat should scare off any animals that are near.” Sam said grabbing the fire bucket that he had brought for this ritual.

Colby lit the fire and you all sat around in camping chairs. “We should’ve brought s’mores bro.” Corey said, trying to alleviate some of his fear. You agreed with him because you knew you felt the same fear as him at the moment. Sam explained what was going to happen with the fire ritual and passed out the objects that everyone was going to be throwing into the fire, in hopes to release any possible spirits that were attached to them. As soon as you guys started to watch the stuff burn Colby flew back, falling with his camping chair.

“Did you guys see that! Right there! Right behind Jake! Sam? Did you see it, it was like a shadow and it moved super fast right behind Jake’s head.” Colby yelled, standing quickly off the ground and shining a flashlight in that direction. “I saw that too!” You said, abandoning your camping chair as well. Colby took hold of the camera and began walking away from the fire and towards the trail. “Colby! Wait for us bro you can’t go alone!” Sam yelled out, chasing after him. “I have to go, I know I saw something I need to see where it’s going before it gets away, I wanna capture it on camera!” Colby said.

“Someone has to stay by the fire we can’t all leave! Jake you stay here with Corey and we will go investigate.” Sam instructed, but Jake hesitated wanting to go too. Corey ended up agreeing on staying by the fire so you three could keep up with Colby who was still walking quickly away from the group. You thanked Corey, worried that your boyfriend would get too far ahead of everyone. You began to jog to the path, already extremely behind the others because of the sudden panic.

You turned onto the dirt path and didn’t see any of the three boys, but could barely make out their voices in the distance. You began to jog down the path, heading to the left. You had felt like you were getting closer to them but their voices still remained faint and incoherent. You knew that Sam had yelled for everyone to stay on the path in order to avoid getting lost so you kept jogging further and further into the forest, away from the fire where Corey sat.

You slowed to a walk, shining your flashlight all around, hearing tons of branches snapping and rustling. You suddenly felt very alert, almost as if something was watching you. You felt the panic really set in as it became harder and harder for you to catch your breath. “Colby!” You yelled. “Colby! Sam! Jake! Corey!” You knew you had made a mistake going this far down the path. “Hello?! Can anyone hear me!” You heard a scream off in the distance making your eyes basically bulge out of your head. You turned sharply towards the direction of the noise, shining your flashlight out in front of your face. Your hands were trembling, shaking the light violently. Not only was it freezing out, but you were terrified of what was out there.

You began running back the opposite direction of the trail, your breath almost nonexistent at this point, but you were determined to make it back to the tent. You heaved, feet stomping away at the dirt path beneath. After what felt like a century, you saw the distant glow of the fire. You ran, the victory of reuniting with the boys fueling your return. The fire was now in clear sight as well as the figures of the four boys you were so anxious to see. The noise of you approaching causing them all to turn and look at you.

You practically leapt into Colby’s arms, tears pouring down your face as you wrapped tightly around his torso. His hand found its way straight to your hair, pulling you as close as he could to his body, swaying you side to side. “Oh my god, baby. Where were you? I was so worried! I thought I had lost you.” He said quietly, running his fingers through your hair trying to soothe your crying. “I-I was running after you a-and then I got lost. I heard a s-scream, I’m so scared.” You sobbed, never wanting Colby to let go of you.

“We looked all over, we were calling your name like crazy but Jake said we should come and wait by the fire incase you came back. We didn’t want to keep moving further away from you on accident.” Sam said, standing closely near you and Colby.

“Can we please go? I don’t think I want to be here anymore.” You pleaded, looking into Colby’s eyes as his delicate fingers helped to wipe away your tears. “Yes, of course. I love you, I’m so glad you’re safe. Let’s head to the back up plan, the cabin.” Colby said, directing the last sentence to the boys. You nodded gratefully, making your way into Colby’s car while Jake, Corey, and Sam packed up the mess.

The night was getting foggier as you pulled into the driveway of Jenna’s cabin. You felt relief rush over you, knowing that you wouldn’t have to spend another second in the Witches Forest. You all got out of the car and huddled by the front door, rain beginning to pour down. Sam took off his backpack digging through it to find the spare key Jenna had lent him. “Uh, Colby did I give you the key earlier?” Sam asked. Colby let go of your hand and patted his pockets down, “No I don’t think I have it. Is it in your pockets?” He responded, recapturing your hand in his, knowing that you were still shaken up about getting lost. Sam flipped his jean pockets inside out, no key to be found. He began pulling everything out of his backpack, searching deep into the bag for the key.

“Let’s go back into the car maybe I left it in there.” Sam said, heading straight back to Colby’s car. You all got back in as the rain continued to pour, Sam searching every inch of the vehicle. “I can’t believe you lost the key Sam, first Y/n goes missing and now this?” Jake says from the backseat, obviously frustrated. “It’s not all my fault okay? You think I meant to lose the key?” Sam snapped back, the tension in the car rising.

After a lot of searching, the key was no where to be found. Much to your dismay, you had to go back to the tent in the depths of the forest. You all huddle into the blue tent, slipping into your sleeping bags. It was only a few more hours until daylight, a few more hours before the suffering would end.

“I’m not going to let anything hurt you. I lost you once tonight and it was the scariest moment of my life. It’s not going to happen again, I promise.” Colby vowed, pulling you into his chest. You smiled at his kind words, despite how scared you were he always knew how to make you feel safe. “Thank you Colby, I love you so much.” You responded, nuzzling further into his chest. “I love you, to new beginnings.” He chuckled, referencing the tarot reading from earlier. “To new beginnings.” You agreed, sealing the deal with a kiss on the lips.

#colby brock #colby brock x reader #colby brock imagines #Sam and Colby #jake webber #Corey Scherer

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sadomas0chist · 3 years

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perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 2.4k

tags/warnings: dom jean, simultaneous masturbation, penetrative sex, oral receiving (female), fingering, swearing, casual sex, partying, make-out session, brother’s best friend, breeding kink, belly bulge.

synopsis: despite being Connie's sister, you were never half the party animal he was. at the moment, getting good grades on your last semester took all your time which made one of your good friends, Hitch, drag you out of your room to the party your brother hosted. what could possibly happen, other than sleeping with your brother's best friend?

a.n. : i was thinking about turning this into a short series but i’m still debating whether i should go for it or not. anyway, enjoy!!!

update: i actually turned this into a series ;) part two is up!!

Being the sister of one of the most chaotic human beings on earth had its drops. I was supposed to be studying for my last semester which was pretty difficult and needed a full-time concentration.

Instead, I was getting dolled up by one of my best friends, Hitch, who was practically begging me to get out of my room and party. "Don't be so nerdy, it's not like you need the extra credit. Connie will be sad if you don't show up. He's been whining to Sasha all day long how his own sister didn't want to attend his own party." She applied some red lipstick to my lips and popped hers as a sign that she was done.

"Hitch, I really appreciate y'all getting worried about me going crazy, but I'm fine really. You know I'm only going because I missed you and the girls." I stood up from my bed and walked to my vanity, gasping at how sexy I looked.

Hitch smacked my ass in response. "Your ass looks good in this dress. Get some tonight." I raised my eyebrow at her. She knew I wasn't in the mood to mess around and get attached again. I shrugged it off and opened my bedroom door.

"Wait, why didn't he invite them to our house?" I stopped, watching her make her way in front of me.

"He needed more space. And a pool. Now come on we're going to be late." she reached out to grab my hand and dragged me out of my house.

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"Oh goodness..." I mumbled to myself when I noticed how crowded the place was. Some people were already drunk and throwing up on the grass and in garbage cans, others were shamelessly rubbing on each other, while the rest was either in the pool or at the bar.

"Oh, there's Connie." She pointed at my brother who gave her a tight hug. "Look who's here!" she cheered shaking my shoulders.

"Hey," I smiled and hugged him. "All good?" he smiled down at me and pat my head. I nodded and threw him back a smile. "Aight then, I'm gonna get going. Take care." he pointed at me jogging backward and eventually turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

A pat on my shoulder made me turn around, a grin instantly forming on my lips when I noticed that this hand belonged to Sasha. She jumped in my arms, squeezing me tightly. "Jeez I thought you were dead, never isolate yourself like that again." I chuckled taking a bite of her hot dog. "Hey!" she smacked my arm almost making me choke on the meat.

We caught up on a few things, our conversation getting steamier as Hitch began to mention her sex life and how we should be taking notes.

“No, but really, all jokes aside. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re not getting laid. I don’t even think you know how to pull men anymore babe, full offense.” She took a swing of her beer and shrugged her shoulders. I scoffed, clearly offended.

“Working my ass off for college doesn’t change anything in my flirting techniques.” I scoffed “You know what? I’ll prove it to you right now. Your pick.” I raised my hands up, challenging her. Sasha jumped in excitement next to me while Hitch was inspecting our surroundings.

“Him.” she pointed at the bar. I scrunched my face when I saw a guy who looked musty and crusty. “Girl, not him. Him.” she held my jaw with her hand and tilted my head. My eyes landed on a tall male, manspreading on the stool as his back was leaning against the wooden bar, watching everyone’s move. His elbows were resting on the wood, his right hand holding his drink, swirling it around.

He looked delicious with his tight black shirt and chinos, squeezing him in all the right places. His hair was slicked back, almost dropping to his shoulders. His facial features weren’t clear enough due to the distance I was standing from, but his jawline looked good enough.

He didn’t look like he was expecting company or was here with someone. I smirked and shook her hand, accepting her challenge. “What do you want me to do?”

“Make out with him. You’ve kissed strangers before. I’d like to see if you still have the balls to do it.” I shook my head with a grin. Frankly, I was expecting her to task me with something much worse.

“Done.” Sasha jumped in excitement and Hitch shook my hand. “Watch, and learn.” I turned on my heels and walked to the bar where he was sitting.

“Hey you,” I hissed, getting his attention. “Don’t move,” I whispered as I positioned myself between his legs and grabbed his jaw, placing my lips on his.

From here it could go two ways: he either pushes me off and tells me he’s into guys- yes it happened before, not a pleasant memory- or he kisses me back.

At first, he was shaken. However, it didn’t take him too long to snake his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him, deepening the kiss. He freed his hand from the glass he was holding and wrapped it around the back of my neck, pushing me closer.

I parted my lips, his tongue gently sliding in and toying with mine. When I finally decided it was enough, I let go of him and pulled away, a slight trail of saliva hanging from our lips.

Without adding any other word, I grinned at him and left. He didn’t say anything and sincerely I’m glad he didn’t. He clearly enjoyed it as well.

“Oh my God you actually did that.” she squeaked, shaking my shoulders.

“Hitch, it's not the first time. Also, he was a good kisser. Now, do you believe me?”

She sighed in defeat and nodded. Sasha was long gone, probably dragged to the dance floor by Connie and soon enough Marlo was here to drag Hitch too. I found this as an opportunity to go to the bathroom.

To my surprise, it was empty and clean. I checked if my mascara was still intact and if I needed to fix my lipstick. While I was applying some lipstick on, a group of girls came in, obviously tipsy, and started talking about the guys they wanted to fuck.

“There’s this tall dude with long hair, ugh girl I just want to hump him.” one of them giggled, leaning on her friend for support.

“Stephanie!! He was with a black-haired girl, don't be a slut.” her friend smacked her.

I cocked my eyebrow and added some mascara. I gathered my stuff and texted Hitch that I was going back home.

It was getting lame and my brother was in no way to be seen. I’m sure Hitch and Sasha would understand. I’ve been too focused on my studies and partying wasn’t what I needed right now.

I walked to the gates and waited for a taxi.

“Already leaving?” a voice echoed behind me, startling me. I jumped around to be met with the same dude I made out with, this time, a leather jacket resting on his shoulders.

Great.

“I’m not feeling it.” I shrugged.

“You can’t leave alone. Some dudes are total creeps.” He walked to me. His tall frame towering over me, the mixture of alcohol and perfume intoxicating me.

“You could easily be one of them. I don’t know you.”

“Well, if I were, you wouldn’t have made out with me for starters. You look mature enough to distinguish a gentleman from a douchebag.” He grinned, pushing my hair behind my shoulders.

“A gentleman?” I questioned, toying with the pockets of his jacket.

“Only if you want me to be,” he mumbled, raising my chin with his index finger.

We stared at each other for a while. I knew he was another stranger, but he made me feel aroused. Maybe Hitch was right. Maybe I needed some relief. So I did what I thought I’d never do.

“Come over. My brother is having fun at this stupid party and I doubt he’ll be back any time soon.”

I could tell he was hesitating, and to be honest, his silence made me question if I made the right decision asking him to come over. He looked like he didn’t want to take advantage of me. A true gentleman, I thought.

I didn’t really care though. We were both taking advantage of each other in this situation, knowing that we will probably never see each other again after this. It was a one-time thing.

I did have, however, a feeling that I’ve seen him before, but the booze wasn’t making me think straight and I shrugged it off. He didn’t seem to recognize me so there was nothing to be worried about.

“On one condition.” he spoke up. I tilted my head waiting for him to proceed. “Tonight, I’m in control.”

I chuckled and nodded. “If that’s what you want, cowboy then sure thing.”

“Jean.” he handed out his hand for me to shake.

“Y/n.”

***

It didn’t take us a lot of time to find his car and get to my place. As a matter of fact, our clothes dropped instantly on the floor as soon as we went through my bedroom door.

“You’re so hot,” he mumbled between kisses, his hand folding my breast. I giggled throwing my head back, my fingers playing with his hair.

His hands traveled down my body, parting ways as one pressed against my heat and the other squeezed my ass. He worked his digits between my folds, my fingers digging in his shoulders.

He gathered my slick before pushing it back with his middle and ring finger.

“Fuck Jean,” I moaned out. I pushed him closer, licking him from the base of his neck to his earlobe, and gently sucked it.

He sighed and backed me until I reached my bed. “Relax now,” He pushed me down on the mattress and spread my legs. I grabbed my pillow and placed it underneath my hips.

He sat on his knees and put my legs on his shoulders, my cunt a few inches away from him. Locking eyes with me, he gave my opening a long lick.

I hissed as he licked my slit, his thumb rubbing small circles to my clit. My hands gripped onto my sheets, my hips bucking. Damn, he was good.

“Shit, ahh, Jean,” I whimpered, his fingers now massaging my insides as his tongue played with my clit. He hummed against me, sending vibrations all over my heat.

I squealed as I felt myself get closer, my legs shakings on his shoulders.

“Be a good girl and come all over my face eh?” he seduced his fingers going faster inside me, occasionally curling to hit my sweet spot.

“I’m so close, fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I chanted gripping his hair, my head pushing down the mattress as my orgasm drove me over the edge.

He stood back up, his stubble coated with my wetness. He sucked his fingers before making them pop out of his mouth.

“Tastes as good as it looks.” He chuckled. “Spread them lips for me again baby let me see your mess”. he purred pushing his hair back.

Doing as I’m told, I spread my folds with my index and middle finger and bit my lip before running another finger between them, feeling my slick. He groaned as I touched myself, slightly playing with my swollen clit.

“You want me?” Jean stroked himself as I dipped my fingers inside me. I nodded biting harder on my lower lip, watching as he pumped himself, his vein now conspicuous.

He kneeled on my bed, pulling me closer to him. “Then take me.” And with that, he rammed himself in. I yelped at the painful stretch, his hands holding my hips. I grabbed his wrist with a hand and tried to reach my headboard with the other.

Once given the green light, he started moving slowly in and out, making sure I was comfortable. Gentleman alright.

His pace was steady, the moonlight lighting his side. He looked absolutely handsome. I wasn’t fragile, nor delicate whatsoever. Still, he didn’t fuck me just to please himself. He wanted to please me and feel me as much as I wanted to.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you okay?” I nodded with a smile. Jean’s thrusts became faster and harder. The deep long strokes were just appetizers for what he was keeping in store. He was big, but he felt incredibly nice.

My room soon was filled with the sounds of our bodies smacking against each other along with my moans and his grunts.

I was already feeling sensitive from my first orgasm, and his strokes were my g-spot almost perfectly. I was a panting mess beneath him, my makeup smudged across my face.

“Ah fuck, you’re choking me so fucking good.” he whimpered throwing his head back. Droplets of sweat trailed down from his toned chest to his abs. I stared at his tattoos and how they complimented him.

“Feel it y/n.” he grabbed my hand and placed it on my lower stomach. Shit.

“I’m gonna cum again, oh fuck, Jean.” I whimpered, his hips rocking my body. I squirmed under him, his thumb rubbing my pink bud, adding more friction.

I wailed as I felt my orgasm rip through my body, his thrusts getting sloppier. I knew he was close.

Fortunately, I’m always on the pill, so I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him down. “I want you to fill me up, please,” I begged, his face buried in my neck, leaving a love bite.

“I’m going to fill you up so good, so damn good.” He lifted my waist with his arms and pulled me closer. “Fuck, yes, oh fuck, yes.” he whimpered in my ear as he emptied himself in me, warming my walls with his semen.

We lead there for a while, motionless. His dick was limp inside me, his arms still holding me.

He feels warm. I don’t want to move. No, he has to move. I don’t do aftercare.

“That was good,” I said breaking the silence. Jean rolled to his side, his cum instantly leaking out of me as pulled out.

“Indeed. Thank you.” I chuckled at his silly response.

“You don’t thank someone for having sex with them dumbass.” A smile formed on his lips as he stood up to grab some tissues from my nightstand to clean me up.

“I’m a gentleman, remember?” he cleaned off our cum and tossed the tissues in my garbage can. “I should get going, we don’t want your brother to go nuts on you.” I nodded and pulled the sheets to cover my nude body. It was a shame that he was leaving, but as I said, I never did aftercare when it came to casual sex.

He put on his briefs and began pulling up his bottoms, however, the most unexpected thing happened, making him stop in his tracks.

“Hey, y/n I brought you some- Jean?!” Connie yelled dropping the bag of chips he was holding.

“Connie?!” Jean who was now half-clothed yelled back.

“Are you- oh my god- did I just sleep with your sister?” He panicked, holding his head with both hands.

I smacked my mouth, my eyes wide open. What the fuck was I supposed to do in a situation like that.

“You sure as hell did idiot!” my brother replied, now both of the males looking at me.

Well, that’s extremely awkward.

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fantastic-bby · 3 years

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SKZ as animal hybrid boyfriends

Pairing: Reader x Members

Word count: 2.9k

Genre: Fluff | Headcanon | Animal Hybrid/Shifter AU | Boyfriend AU

Warnings: Very brief mention of spiders

Masterlist

Chan

A husky hybrid

Has the CUTEST pair of gray and white ears that stick out of the top of his head

Also has the most gorgeous pair of pale blue eyes that glow in the dark

He has a fluffy white tail that wags like crazy whenever he’s excited because he doesn’t know how to stop it from showing

He’s also the sweetest boyfriend in. The. WORLD!

Always asks how you’re doing

Makes sure your not missing any meals and that you’re always hydrated

Every morning, he wakes you up with cute good morning texts and he always tries to send you good night texts sometimes forgets because he gets so caught up in work

He makes up for it tho

Sends flowers to your place whenever he forgets uwu

Chan’s the perfect boyfriend

The only problem is that you’re allergic to dogs

He didn’t realise why you always seemed to sneezy and stuffy whenever you would come over to his place

Until you told him

And his reaction makes you feel like you just told him the most horrific thing in the world

To him it is!!!!

Because he’s the reason that you’ve been having allergic reactions around him!!

He starts vacuuming his place more often to keep any fur away and makes sure to keep the area super clean so that you’re clear from anything that could cause a reaction

He also starts lint rolling and vacuuming his clothes before giving them to you so that you don’t take any of his fur home unless you ask him to leave his fur

Chan gets confused whenever you tell him that you don’t want him to vacuum or wash his hoodies before giving them to you

But you like them because every time you see the strands of gray and white fur sticking out of his hoodie, it reminds you of him

So instead,

Chan starts buying a crap ton of allergy meds

Puts them in every corner of his house

In the bathroom

The kitchen

The living room

The bedroom

Literally everywhere just in case you get a super bad reaction

That way he’s always prepared for anything

Minho

A maine coon hybrid

The most luscious fur ever known to man

His cat ears are so fluffy and always well groomed

He has this beautiful fluffy orange tail that he’s gotten pretty good at hiding his feelings with

Usually a hybrid’s animal features would probably give away their emotions, but Minho learned to control his ears and tails really well

It’s just that his ears are really sensitive and they flick around every few seconds whenever he’s in a crowded place

He has a pair of yellow eyes that are constantly in the shape of slits simply because he wants to intimidate everyone around him

Also always has his claws out because they intimidate strangers

Wouldn’t tell anyone, but Minho lets his pupils dilate when he’s alone with you (´∀｀)♡

He also likes to tease you a lot but you know he’s just joking because if he was serious, his tail wouldn’t be so related

You try not to tell him because then he’ll start working harder to hide his tail swishes

Is the most precious yet teasing boyfriend out there

He’ll make a joke about you eating a lot of ice cream whenever you’re sad, but he’ll always have your favourite ice cream in the freezer

If you complain about some kind of muscle pain, Min would call you weak but then also come home with muscle relief patches that he’ll stick to you himself

Minho likes to shift into cat form if you’re stressed because then it means that he wouldn’t really disturb you a lot

His footsteps are way quieter when he’s in cat form as compared to human form

So if you’re stressed or tired and you ask him to give you time

Minho would shift and hide in one of the cat towers he bought for himself until he hears you coming out of the bedroom

The moment he hears the sound of the bedroom door opening, he’ll lift his head and peek out from the top

If you sit on the floor right in front of the tower, Minho will scurry off of the tower to sit in your lap to

But if you don’t even look at the tower and you instead go to the kitchen, he’ll wait a bit longer to give you more time

Changbin

Yk I wanna say he’d be some cursed Dwaekki hybrid the skzoo dwaekki haunts me in my sleep

But I genuinely feel like he’d be something really threatening like a wild animal

So if Chan’s a husky and Minho’s a maine coon

I’m gonna throw Changbin in as a grizzly bear because he’s a tank of a man and I love him for that

His ears are dark brown and rounded, poking out from the top of his head

His eyes are super dark brown and sometimes you can’t even tell if you’re able to see the white in his eyes bcs his pupils are just that big

His hands have these huge black claws that could claw someone apart if he wanted to

Also has a cute brown tail that he often hides underneath his clothes because it’s small enough for him to sit on

He gives THE BEST CUDDLESSSS!!!!!

Sometimes shifts into bear form just to cuddle you because it’s cold and relying on the heater might make it too warm

So Binnie likes to use his own fur to warm you up if he notices you shivering

Also would not hesitate to bear his teeth at anyone who tries to hurt you

Changbin doesn’t really tell anyone this

But one of his proudest bear traits is his ability to vocalise like a bear

Which means that whenever he feels the need to protect you or whoever’s around him

He will growl like a bear

And it’s terrifying

You didn’t even know that Changbin could roar until one night when a stranger wouldn't take your ‘no’ as an answer and your boyfriend almost lost his mind

He pulled you behind him and grabbed the collar of their shirt and just roared at them

The stranger being a hybrid of a smaller bear species immediately scrambled off

But Changbin also immediately switches back into sweet, cuddly boyfriend the moment he turns back to you <3

Hyunjin

A sphynx hybrid

Very dramatic

Very loud

He has pink cat ears sticking out of the top of his head with a little black splotch on his left ear

He also has this naked pink tail that sticks out from underneath his shirt

Every minor inconvenience and Hyunjin’s meowing and whining to you about it and you think it’s funny every time he does

Like the time he misplaced his sock and was crying all over your shared home looking for it until he found it underneath the bed

His claws are retractable, so he usually hides them because he doesn’t want to hurt anyone on accident unlike Minho

He’s VERY cuddly both in human form and cat form

Hyunjin likes to do the ‘kneading the dough’ thing whenever you’re cuddling

And ends up leaving holes in your clothes because his claws would accidentally grab onto the fabric

Would also feel really bad afterwards because now he’s ruined your shirt

You reassure him that it’s fine

But Hyunjin’s dramatic also kinda wants an excuse to go shopping with you

So he cries about it and it leads to him dragging you to the mall so that he can buy you a new one

Ends up getting distracted at a cat cafe because he’s made conversation with one of the cats there

And he’s basically talking to them like he’s a middle aged wine mom talking about their weird husbands

You have to remind him what the goal is

But he’s so immersed in the conversation with the orange tabby that you can only watch in amusement

Hyunjin’s talking to it in English while the cat nods with it’s tail swishing every time he asks it a question, mewling every once in a while as a response

You watch with a smile on your face, chin resting against the palm of your hand as you listen

You can only gather that Hyunjin’s telling the cat about why you’re at the mall

And the cat turns to you with a bored expression on its face before meowing

“She says good luck on finding a new shirt”

You nod and reach out to pet the cat’s head as thanks

You and Hyunjin leave after a while

And soon, the trip to get one shirt turns into a shared shopping spree

Jisung

Kinda obvious but he’s a squirrel hybrid

He has a pair of rounded, light brown ears on the top of his head

A bushy light brown tail that bumps into everything whenever he’s in cramped spaces

And the CUTEST pair of brown eyes EVERRRRR

His squirrel trait is where he gets the habit of stuffing food into his cheeks whenever he eats

Ji’s really good at climbing

So he has this long ass piece of wood that he keeps in the living room of his home so that he can still climb something in squirrel form if he can’t go outside

He also has tiny black claws that he uses mainly for practicality when he's in human form

So stuff like cutting into plastic, through strings and to open mail

He just slides his finger across the top of the envelope and boom

Jisung’s quite clumsy

It doesn’t help that he has this huge, bushy tail behind him

He bumps you with it a lot and he’s always so apologetic over it

But it’s fine because it’s his tail and it’s soft and cute and it’s part of Jisung UwU

There were a couple of times where you would wake up and his tail would be tickling your sides

So you’d wake up giggling

And it would wake him up too

He’d turn around and immediately wrap his arms around your waist to cuddle into you

You love playing with his ears

Jisung’s really responsive whenever you pet his squirrel features

So if you touch his tail in public

He’s jolting forward like AHHH

And you like to gently rub his ears whenever you’re cuddling

Jisung usually ends up cuddling into you more because he really likes it whenever you play with his ears

He has a habit of making those squirrel squeaks whenever he’s uncomfortable

So in public, if he feels like he’s overwhelmed or wants to leave

He’ll cling onto your arm and start squeaking softly so that only you’re able to hear

And it’s an easy way for you to know that he wants to leave without him actually telling you

Felix

Horned owl hybrid

He has two sets of white and brown feathers that poke out from the top of his head and curls to the back

He does, however, have talons at his fingertips that he doesn’t really like because it gets caught on a lot of things

Has feathers running down his arms, but can’t actually fly in human form

His eyes are this beautiful amber colour

He also has a lot of hanging stuff in his house that he likes to fly back and forth to whenever he shifts into owl form

Absolutely loves doing the head spinning trick because you freaked out the first time you saw him do it as a human

Felix also has really light footsteps

So sometimes you don’t even hear him coming into a room and suddenly he’s beside you

Which scares you sometimes

Overall, Felix is just unintentionally scary.

Buuuut

Because he has really good eyesight at night

And because he’s nocturnal

He sleeps in the day

Which means that all of his work is done at night while you’re asleep

His hearing is intense which means that he could hear the smallest pin dropping in the kitchen from the bedroom

So when he hears something strange coming from the kitchen

He’s immediately crawling out of bed and peeking out of the bedroom door

That’s when he sees a spider crawling out from behind the fridge

A huge spider

Now, Felix does NOT like spiders

But he knows that if you wake up in the middle of the night to get a drink, then you’re going to be freaked out by too

But he should be able to toss it out the window in owl form

So Felix pops open one of the windows and shifts

His silent flying and sharp night vision make it a quick mission that’s executed without much hassle

He manages to grab the spider with his talons and just tosses it straight out of the window

By the time Felix has returned to the bedroom

You’ve woken up because you realised he wasn’t beside you anymore

So he climbs back into bed and lets you hold onto him while you fall back asleep

Seungmin

Labrador hybrid

Has a pair of golden ears flopping over the top of his head

Also has a golden tail that he usually hides because if he gets over excited then it’ll wag all over the place and might bump into things

Is a relatively quiet person and is also a quiet dog

He doesn’t say or bark that much

But you’ve come to learn how to read his body language

Because his posture both in human form and dog form speak his thoughts

Like whenever he’s standing tall then you’ll figure that Minnie’s probably uncomfortable or feels threatened

As quiet as he is

He’s extremely attentive to your needs as well

Seungmin’s able to catch your body language way quicker than you are at reading his

Which means that the moment you look uncomfortable, he’s immediately moving to stand beside you with an arm wrapped around you

Think of it as that TikTok trend that’s like ‘using my scary dog privilege’

In this case

Seungmin’s more than happy to be the scary dog that lets you walk around alone

He’d bark and bite at anything or anyone who would try to hurt you

Even in human form, he’d growl as a warning to other animal hybrids that are around you

Whenever you’re out in public, Seungmin tries to stay by your side just in case anything happens

But when he has to part from you to talk to another group of your friends

He keeps you in his line of sight

He’d always angle himself in conversations so that the person he’s talking to has their back facing you so that he’s able to see you

And when a cat hybrid suddenly approaches you

Seungmin’s more on the attentive side but he hasn’t gone into protective mode because you don’t look uncomfortable

But then your frame starts to shrink

He immediately changes his posture

Which scares the people around him because suddenly, Seungmin looks so scary

He waits a moment longer and the moment you start looking around the room for him, he’s shoved his drink into the hands of Hyunjin so that he can make his way over to you

He slings his arm over your shoulder and glares at the cat hybrid who’s now extremely intimidated by the presence of the labrador hybrid

Seungmin leans close to the cat and growls at them until they run off

He stays with you for the rest of the night and the way he stays in protective mode makes you feel safe

Until you get home and Seungmin’s back to this ball of cuddle fluff that you absolutely love (｡♥‿♥｡)

Jeongin

Fennec fox hybrid

Has a big pair of white fluffy ears that poke out of his head

Has a fluffy white tail that blends into a more golden colour that’s long enough to poke out from underneath his shirt

He has super insane hearing

Even if he has headphones in, he can hear the outside world

Bodes well for him because whenever you walk into his apartment, he’ll walk out immediately to greet you

He never actually feels hot or warm because his body heat radiates off of his ears

Is always cold in human form

In fox form, his fur insulates his body instead so he doesn’t feel much of a difference

Has a habit of not drinking for hours because he can get stuck in his fox form

Also has a habit of chewing on your desk plants if he deems them edible

Unfortunately for you, that means you’ll come home to your beautiful plant babies half eaten and munched away because your fox boyfriend wanted a snack

To solve this problem, you filled the fridge with berries and vegetables for whenever he feels like snacking

But sometimes he goes overboard and he pretty much eats everything he can find when he forgets to eat for a while

He’s a fox hybrid that doesn’t know how to shift on command

Usually he has this big urge to shift but he’ll be stuck in one form for a while before being able to switch

He doesn’t know any other fox hybrids

So Jeongin has to learn to control his animalistic instincts with the help of you!

His human partner

Lucky for the both of you

You have a friend who’s a red fox hybrid

She’s not a fennec fox

But she still shares similar instincts to Jeongin because they’re both fox hybrids

So now Jeongin comes to you with the biggest smile on his face whenever he’s accomplished something, gushing about how Fox Noona taught him how to shift on command

He’ll show you

And you watch as he shifts into this tiny little fennec fox with a big smile on his snout (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

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BnHA 323: “I Don’t Know How to Explain to You That You Should Care About Other People”

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was all, “Izuku, I’m sorry.” Bakugou Stans were all, “[sobs for a week straight and tearfully awards him the Nobel Prize for character development].” Deku was all, “[faints in Kacchan’s arms].” Iida was all, “[trying to decide if Ochako genuinely tried to kill him a few minutes ago].” Horikoshi was all, “NO TIME FOR HUGS WE MUST GET BACK TO UA.” The civilians holed up at U.A. were all, “WE TOOK A VOTE AND DECIDED THAT WE’RE ALL GOING TO BE JERKS ABOUT THIS AND MAKE A BIG FUSS ABOUT YOU LETTING DEKU BACK INTO THE SCHOOL.” Deku was all “[stands there looking like he expected nothing less and breaking my heart more and more with each passing moment].” Ochako was all, “that does it, looks like I’m gonna have to do something about this... next chapter, that is.”

Today on BnHA: Flashback!Rat Principal is all “I just want you all to know that I spent nine million dollars turning U.A. into a giant Battleship-style grid that can burrow underground and zoom around in a giant subway maze because Horikoshi lacks a grounded understanding of both civil engineering and economics.” Back in the present day, Jeanist is all, “EVERYONE TAKE HEED, MY COMRADES AND I HAVE DEEMED IT EXPEDIENT TO CONVEY THIS AUSPICIOUS YOUTH BACK TO THIS STRONGHOLD. WE ANTICIPATE THAT WE MAY DEPEND UPON YOUR GOODWILL AND ACQUIESCENCE TO THESE TERMS.” The civilians were all, “NO.” Ochako was all, “EMPATHY, MOTHERFUCKERS, DO YOU SPEAK IT?!” The civilians were all, “oh shit.” Anyway so Ochako is a giant badass, but I’m a little worried that she’s going to get struck by lightning. Please come down from there.

so before we start this chapter, I would just like to apologize for having not posted the ch 321 recap yet, and would like to reassure everyone, and especially Iida who is staring at me with Sad Wobbly Guilt Trip Eyes, that I will get to that as soon as I can

OMG FLASHBACK??

yes please Horikoshi please show us more of class 1-A and their Deku intervention strategy jam sessions

oh dear

Iida you are too pure and good for this cruel world. [sprays the U.A. civilians with a water bottle] NO. BAD CIVILIANS! NO OSTRACIZING SCARED AND EXHAUSTED CHILDREN IN THE HOUSE

EXCUSE ME RAT PRINCIPAL WHAT’S WITH THESE MIXED MESSAGES

???

RAT PRINCIPAL: he’s free to return to us at any time!!

ALSO RAT PRINCIPAL: but it’s too risky for him to return to us

?? ??????? ?????????????????????

so now he’s going on about how strong the U.A. Barrier is, and how it’s comparable to the defensive capabilities of Tartarus. this would have sounded a lot more impressive before chapter 297 lol

OH!!!! HELLO, WHAT’S THIS!!!

A TIMELY CALLBACK TO A CERTAIN MYSTERIOUS EVENT WHICH HASN’T BEEN REFERENCED SINCE USJ? [U.A. TRAITOR MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

so now Rat Principal says he upgraded U.A.’s security systems with his own “modifications”, whatever the fuck that means. I mean look, I’ve been saying for a long time now that U.A. is the best place for everyone to hole up, don’t get me wrong. but that was mostly on account of there not being any other practical alternatives. but you’re making it sound like you figured out a way to actually make it Decay-proof or some wild shit like that

-- hold up, DID YOU ADD A FORCE FIELD. DID YOU TRICK THIS SCHOOL OUT WAKANDA-STYLE YOU CRAZY MARSUPIAL. HOLY SHIT. because that would actually be perfect

LMAO

WHAT KIND OF GALAXY BRAIN BULLSHIT. “NAH THERE’S NO NEED FOR A FORCE FIELD, LET’S JUST PUT WHEELS ON IT”

oh okay so the whole campus is basically capable of burrowing itself underground. that’s insane lol I wonder how they pulled that off. probably got poor Cementoss working overtime

blah blah blah so basically the entire campus is split into a grid and each section of the grid is capable of its own independent movement. lol this is just the Merone Base from KHR. you thought no one would notice this casual plagiarism ten years after the fact, but YOU UNDERESTIMATED YOUR AUDIENCE, HORIKOSHI

“joke’s on you imma just lampshade it” WELL ALL RIGHT THEN

“look at me I’m so fucking self-aware” fucking swear to god. I can’t believe this man is my favorite mangaka of all time smdh

“excuse me, I wasn’t finished describing all the rest of this bullshit yet,” Rat Principal breaks in impatiently. “we also added a steel wall all around the underground of the campus that’s 3000 steel plates thick. that’s fifteen fucking meters of solid fucking steel just fyi. and if anyone fucks around with any part of it the defense system will activate immediately! and also all of the plates are independently motorized, whatever the fuck that means!! in conclusion you’re gonna need a fucking tower crane to suspend all of your disbelief by the time I’m through with this paragraph”

“also Shiketsu is almost as reinforced as U.A. but not quite because we still had to make sure we were better.” but of course. and apparently the two schools are connected via a secret tunnel as Hagakure mentioned earlier

LSDKFJLSDKJFLK

“WAIT WHAT” LMAO YOU HEARD HIM, NOW INASA CAN VISIT YOU BOTH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND TELL YOU ALL ABOUT THE WEIRD DREAM HE HAD. GOD BLESS YOU HORIKOSHI

(ETA: moment of appreciation for Shouto and Katsuki having the same thought at the same time and making Knowing Eye Contact and saying the exact same thing out loud in perfect unison like the best friends they are. what a blessed day.)

so Tokoyami is all “but wait if you engineered all this shit all the way back during the Band arc how did you even know that Tomura’s quirk awakening would become a thing, Horikoshi -- uh, I mean, Principal Nezu”

and Rat Principal is all “lol idk”

“basically I just woke up one morning and was all ‘say, you know what this school really needs? a fifteen-meter-thick underground steel wall, and the ability to break up into little pieces that individually zoom around wherever the fuck they want.’ jesus christ. lol if money and common sense were apparently no obstacle why didn’t you just teleport U.A. to the fucking moon or something. maybe I should shut up before I given him any ideas

dsfaelkjldkjgl

you heard it here first, folks, all of this cost a grand total of nine million U.S. dollars. well technically it cost “more than” nine million dollars. never has that distinction been more important lmao. are we sure this barrier was really made of steel and not cardboard? who the hell sold it to them, Ea-Nasir??

this is my favorite manga series of all time. yes I am ashamed

“in conclusion please do your best to reach Deku-kun” SO WHAT WAS ALL THAT NONSENSE ABOUT IT BEING TOO RISKY THEN. anyway thank you for this super informative and edifying flashback, Horikoshi. I will cherish it always. I don’t even want to read another translation of this absurdity lmao, there’s something special about it just the way it is. pretty sure Horikoshi just had a cracked out fever dream one night and transferred it to the pages of the manga verbatim

anyway so back to the unruly mob

not their finest moment. please excuse me while I cover poor Deku’s ears and give him a good shoosh pap

oh wow the parents are out here too

is Mitsuki trying to hold Inko back?? that’s the last thing this fandom needs right now is more Mitsuki discourse fffwlkjs. and even Jiroudad, scientifically proven to be the best dad in all of BnHA, is just standing there silently looking vaguely unhappy. way to rise to the moment you guys

MONOMA

so this settles it for me that Aizawa is not at UA. I know a lot of people have been wondering about his whereabouts, and if I had to wager a guess it would be that something happened with Shirakumo/Kurogiri. I can’t think of anything else -- even the loss of an eye and a limb -- that would keep him from his kids at a time like this

anyway but this is excellent Monoma content right here though. I love that he apparently adopted Eri after a single interaction with her. also WHERE IS SHINSOU DAMMIT. THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW

and Kouta’s there too looking like he wants to run over to Deku but Ragdoll won’t let him :/

it’s gotta be pretty upsetting for him to see his hero like this and not having anyone stand up for him. [taps megaphone] IS THIS THING ON. OKAY YEAH IT SEEMS TO BE WORKING. AHEM. PAGING URARAKA OCHAKO. GONNA NEED YOU TO GET OVER HERE ALREADY AND MAKE THAT BIG DRAMATIC SPEECH WHICH YOU ARE CLEARLY DYING TO MAKE. IF YOU DON’T DO IT SOON I’M GONNA HAVE TO STEP IN, AND YOU REALLY DON’T WANT ME TO DO THAT SINCE MY SPEECH WILL NOT BE VERY GOOD OR INSPIRING, AND WILL PROBABLY JUST CONSIST OF “HELLO, YOU ARE ALL STUPID, PLEASE SHUT UP AND GO AWAY”

so now Mic is telling them to calm down. at least someone’s speaking up here, geez

OH MY GOD

MY MAN JEANIST OUT HERE DOING WHAT HE DOES BEST: MAKING EVERYONE FEEL GUILTY AND JUDGED

OH MY GOD HE IS GIVING SUCH A LONG AND BORING SPEECH LMAO IS YOUR STRATEGY TO PUT THEM ALL TO SLEEP OR WHAT

truly in awe of this man’s ability to take messages which could easily be conveyed in ELI5-speak, and stubbornly convert them into incomprehensible language the likes of which you need a graduate degree in order to understand

“hey guys, so originally our plan was to use Deku as bait for the villains, but that didn’t really work and also we realized it was kinda dumb and was probably gonna get him killed, so we brought him back here instead.” was that really so hard, Jeanist. also are we all really just gonna sit back here and watch Jeanist take full credit for Bakugou’s plan just like that lmao

(ETA:

WHERE DID ENDEAVOR GO AND WHO IS THIS DIABOLICAL MASTER OF DISGUISE. lol I genuinely didn’t notice this because I was too busy digging through thesauruses trying to rewrite Jeanist’s speech; many thanks to @class1akids for pointing it out and making my day immeasurably better. take it easy there Dick Tracy.)

“anyway so please stop being dicks and let him fucking rest so he can save all your ungrateful asses” what an impassioned and inspiring plea. time to see if the masses will listen to reason

narrator: they did not listen to reason

oh my god finally Ochako is doing something. YEAH OCHAKO WOOOO SHOW THEM HOW IT’S DONE

hmm

this entire chapter is truly and utterly nonsensical to me lol

(ETA: on my second readthrough I’m fucking dying at how she stole the megaphone right out of Mic’s hand lmao. and how Kacchan is all “fuck yeah nothing I appreciate more than some quality fucking larceny.”)

oh I see she was jumping on top of the main building so as to scream down at them all more impressively

“ANYWAY DEKU IS PRETTY COOL ACTUALLY, YOU GUYS ARE JUST MEAN” couldn’t have said it better myself Ochako

lol uh

gotta say I did not have “Ochako reveals the secret of OFA to the entire U.A. Citizen Clown Parade” on my bingo card for this week. it’s a bold strategy cotton let’s see if it pays off

SDLFKJSL

“NO, SERIOUSLY, HAVE YOU LOOKED AT HIM YOU GUYS. YOU THINK HE LIKES RUNNING AROUND DRESSED LIKE A RUSTED OIL DRUM?? HE DID THAT FOR YOU YOU UNGRATEFUL SLOBS”

so she is basically explaining the entire Deku Angst arc to them and explaining what a good and selfless protagonist Deku is, YES, PREACH

OMG IT’S THE GIGANTIC FOX LADY

not to insinuate anything, but what exactly were you doing standing out here with the hysterical mob, Gigantic Fox Lady? you’re better than that

-- KACCHAN SIGHTING!!

sdlkfjl. thanks for weighing in with that helpful and important observation. where have you been for the last five minutes. were you asleep. was it Jeanist’s speech

never mind, now he’s yelling at the civilians so I instantly forgive him

THE FUTURE NUMBER ONE HERO, EVERYONE. THANK YOU, THANK YOU. HE’LL BE HERE ALL WEEK

“anyway so I’m just going to end the chapter here” lmao seventeen pages truly do go by so fast. at least he didn’t try to force in a cliffhanger at the end this time. dare I say, growth

so I guess the civilians are either gonna have a Kamino and/or Fukuoka-esque moment where they remember how to be decent people and apologize to this poor young man, or else they’ll remain unpersuaded, and so Kacchan will have to knock a few of their heads around until they become more inclined to be reasonable. either option is fine by me lol

#bnha 323 #uraraka ochako #rat principal #class 1-a #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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For your love

chapter one - Rage

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pairings : reader x damiano david

story summary : damiano and reader are in very loving relationship that sometimes almost too quickly becomes too toxic for anyone likings

warning (s) for this chapter : toxic relationship / behaviour , slight angst , NSFW , adult content , smut , rage , domestic vionlence , abuse , mentions of cheating , verbal degradation , mouth fucking , oral sex , punishment , god complex , daddy kink

"And why should I trust you again? Huh?? What have you done to earn my trust ? " Damiano shouted at his beloved girlfriend which was sitting heartbroken in a chair across him.

She had her eyes puffed red from crying and ciggarete dancing between her two fingers.

The room was filled with smoke and rage. So so so much rage . This was special kind of rage.

The kind that made Y/N 's knees week and her head dizzy , this was the special kind of rage her boyfriend held behind his flaming dark eyes , the kind of rage that could only go away after him fucking her brains out.

But she knew that they had a looong night before the fucking part.

Their relationship was special. Some people questioned it sometimes. They questioned the way they would yell and fight , throw tantrums and scenes on some public places , the way Damiano would cry himself to sleep after he kicked Y/N out of their shared appartment , the way Y/N sometimes manipulate him and guilt trip him for her own needs.

They where not near the perfect couple and they stopped hiding it after a short amount of time dating.

They where flawed and broken but desperate for each others love and care.

Everyone was concerned how much they loved and cared for each other.

Tonight was a casual Thursday night filled with yelling and throwing drama around every corner.

" Will you please stop yelling , my head is gonna explode.." Y/N finally spoke with her forehead rested in her right hand . This was just another rage awakening inside of Damiano . How dare she disrespect him and all the effort he is trying to put inside this conversation?

He furrowed his eyebrows carefully licking his lips and watching her fragile figure.

She was so petite in her champagne silk night gown. She seemed so soft and fragile . Her (hair length) (hair colour) hair was all messy and her (eye colour) orbs where hidden under thick layer of wet eyelashes.

All he wanted to do now was to kiss her. To play with her hair as he was holding her onto his bare chest. To kiss every spot on her body. To make sure she never leaves him.

He wanted to. He really did. But he was so fucking angry. He forgot why in fact. All this rage blinded him.

He was always so energetic and full of adrenaline when it came to performing and putting effort in music , all thanks to his girlfriend who drove him crazy.

"Are you forgetting why am I yelling at the first place?" He questioned as he turned down his cigarette and left it's dump in an over filled ashtray. " I swear to dear God I wanna smash your head with this ashtray now. " He admitted as his eyes wondered on that very same ashtray.

So many times before he was very close to killing her. Well , at least he told himself that.

"Then fucking do it you selfish idiot. I forgot why you where yelling cause you are not capable of doing anything other than that. "

She hissed the venom right back at him.

He let out an ' I cant believe this ' annoyed short laugh , turning his head to his left side and laughing.

" If you deserved more than to be yelled at you things would go different way mio amore. "

An poisoned arrow right through her heart. Fresh tears burned her eyes as she tried hiding them away.

But her sobs gave her away. She couldn't hold it in anymore. Damiano looked in her way. Biting his tongue. This scene was a true heartbreak.

He hated her cries and sobs. He hated her pain. He wanted to be the one to protect her and hide her from all the pain in this world. Yet again he was the only thing that caused her suffer.

Damiano was so afraid that she would betray him and his love that he found this as the only way to keep her close.

He knew all her weaknesses and soft spots. All that there was to know about Y/N he knew.

" How can this be the same man I feel in love with 2 years ago? " She said in a cracked voice filled with misery and sorrow. Each sentence she spoke was tearing his heart and soul apart.

" When did you stopped loving me you possessive asshole?!" Her voice was barely strong enough to even compare to his. " And when did you started being such a greedy bitch huh Y/N?"

Damiano was sitting laid back in his chair with crossed hands on his chest. Smirk on his face , eyes so dark you could drown in them. " Since you stopped being enough. "

'That's it' Y/N thought . ' He is either gonna strangle me right here on the spot , or make me regret my entire life. '

Damiano's face went pale. Y/N knew him better than himself. She knew that he only cared for being good enough to her. He only wanted to prove himself worthy of her.

He stood up as rage took control over his body. The veins on his neck ready to explode , gripping his godly sculpted jaw tightly , he had enough rage inside of him to demolish the entire country.

Damiano made his way towards her. She was now watching him obediently. As soon as he came close enough he fiercely and unexpectedly gripped her jaw.

She tried gasping at this sudden movement. He cupped her small face with his right veiny hand , gripping it hard enough for her to squirm under him. Y/N tried to separate his hand from her face with both of hers hands but no use.

He was towering her with half closed eyes and no emotion on his face left. " I will make you regret the day you walked in my life. " His tumb parted her lips with ease, since she was already seduced by his cold charm , then he slowly gathered some of his salvia inside of his mouth as he watched her eyes realise new pair of tears making him slightly aroused , he spat his fluid inside of her warm mouth closing them as he gripped her jaw with his nails.

" You think I stopped being enough?" He paused as he pressed his nails deeper inside of her cheeks earing a silent whimper. " Well baby you where never good enough. "

She knew he was being mean on purpose. She knew he didn't mean it. But..

Those sinister eyes gave her troubles. She was never fully capable of reading them. They where always a puzzle.

" Tho I gotta be honest darlin'.." He started unbuckling his belt with his left hand as the smile on his face grew wider. " The only thing you where always good in was taking my flesh inside those pretty slutty mouth of yours.." The sentence was finished and followed by his fingers playing with her lips.

" Are you gonna be a good slut and take me again so well baby?"

Oh gosh.. How could anyone say no to that?? To him.. And those eyes..

Y/N nodded , feeling herself drooling at the sight of bulge inside of his pants as he was palming himself glaring down on her.

Just when her hands where about to grab the waist of his pants he gripped her hair with his left hand aggressively earing an small yelp from her.

" You wont get anything from me if you don't start talking amore.. Tell me once again if I'm not good enough." A smirk appeared on Damiano's patient face.

" You are even more than good enough for me master." A sharp hair pull was followed after that. Damiano was slowly getting bigger in his pants but also was getting pissed very soon with her dumbness.

" That's not what I heard. " He was teasing. He was pulling her hair at some of his desired speed and in some of his desired directions as he sharply slapped her face twice.

" But don't worry love.. I will make you regret everything." He was so sure in his words.

And so was Y/N. She knew him and that he was more than willing to go all night on corrupting her.

" I will fuck those dirty unpolite little mouth of yours so good you will never speak properly again."

His hand that was cupping her hair pulled her down onto her knees violently after which he was allowing her to unbuckle his pants to the end.

Almost eagerly her hands flew towards him to unwrap the thing she is logging for ..

He watched her from above , with lust and domination running one of his hands tru his brown hair. Y/N gave him a soft innocent look as her hands slowly pulled his boxers down.

Her fingers brushing over his bare velvety smooth skin sending her shivers down her neck.

Y/N looked so gentle and angelic in her full submission.

Damiano carrased her hair interlocking his fingers in it. Knowing he would have to tug it harshly if she continues to be so slow with her actions.

Finally as she finished with stripping him teasingly his hard member stood straight against his lower stomach , some of precum already visible on the tip.

Y/N wrapped her fingers firmly around him just as he liked it , licking it from its bottom all the way up to his pink tip . Feeling all the veins on his length and every throb and shake her tongue caused.

She made two swirls to gather all that pearly wetness earning a low groan from her lover.

Damiano was now in blissful agony enjoying her teasing while now starting to grip her hair harder.

" If you continue with this speed I will not be in charge of your bruised throat.. I wanna abuse that hole cause it's only purpose is to be in my possession."

Dear God he was so good with his words. His italian accent only adding the flavour to his sharp sour voice .

Y/N understood his warning , after making his member wet enough she slide him into her mouth slowly , she felt his full length stretching her jaw and they both knew she always needed time for her to adjust to him.

But did he care for that actually?

Especially now when he is so mad at her?

His hand pushed her head roughly onto his throbbing cock , holding her in place as she was letting out gags being left with no oxygen in her mouth. Her eyes looked up to meet his face that had a mean smirk . Tears running down her face as she was being held in place under his dominant power.

Damiano's hand was guiding her by her hair at some certain peace. Her head was going up and down on his length , even tho his tip didn't hit back of throat again that hard.

She choked out on her spit and his precum , when he realised her mouth she gasped for air thick string of salvia connecting her plump wet lips and his covered in her droll cock.

He was chuckling again. Laughing at her dumb face.

'Oh baby.. I am just getting started with you..'

With his right thumb he caressed her flaming red cheek, his hand prints still visible from his previous slaps.

He took his member into his left hand slapping her mouth and cheeks leaving thick wet marks and leaving her gasping and blinkin in sudden movement.

" I am growing very impatient with you. "

Damiano started pushing her head now much faster onto him , not letting her adjust once again. " It's bout time I put you in your place once again. " She picked the peace a bit quicker now, bobbing her head up and down , often gagging.

Her boyfriend hissed at her speed , resting his body weight on his left palm that was pressed against the wall.

The room was filled with sloppy noises , Y/N's melodic gags , smell of raw sex and aggressive romance.

"Such a good fucking girl.." Damiano hissed through his gritted teeth now holding her head in his hands thrusting his hips violently in her mouth. He was sparkling in sweat and his mouth feel open as his eyes where closed and his eyebrows furrowed.

Y/N was leaving marks on his thighs with her nails and her salvia was dripping down her chin.

Her eyes hitting the back of her head in the same rhythm as his tip was hitting the back of her throat.

"I am close don't you fucking dare to stop."

She didn't dare not to obey . Her knees where trembling and pool of dampness was soaking her silk underwear. Tears running down her face and mixing with some slight sweat.

"Oh God.. So fucking warm and obedient.. So fucking pathetic and good.. All for me.. All for me to use and love"

His romantic way of speaking those violent words made her heart orgasm.

Damiano was throwing his head back while gripping her sculp harder going faster on her mouth as his member was pulsing and he could feel hot rush in his veins.

Y/N felt him shaking inside of her and felt him twitching not long before he released thick ropes of his hot juice inside her warm wet mouth.

Damiano was panting and breathing hard.She tried pushing herself back from him feeling like she once again was choking with no air left.

" You will stay like this until I say so. " He held her head in place. " Such a good slut. Taking me so well. I will pull out now and don't you fucking dare slip some of my cum out of those filthy mouth. "

He caressed her head , gulping his salvia loudly as his chest rose up and down.

After which he pulled his dick out of her mouth slowly watching as it was coming out all shiny from juices mixed with her spit and his cum.

It was such a lovely sight for him seeing her red face , messy hair and eyes dark from lust. She was holding his seed inside of her mouth slowly gulping every drop of it. She opened her mouth and slowly panted.

"Open your mouth wider, show me if you obeyed me."

She did as she was told and showed him how good she was for him. She loved him. She always did everything she could to satisfy him.

He smiled softly . His eyes soft again watching her with some unexplained emotion.

He kneeled down on her level , once again cupping that face he loved so much , but this time his intention was gentle and caring. He kissed her forehead before meeting her lips and softly licking it asking for forgiveness.

He parted from her tilting his head to the side. How much he adored her eyes . Not just her eyes. He adored her and everything about her.

While sharing such meaningful and special moment it didn't matter at all that they where fighting and yelling the whole day at each other. What mattered was that he was hers and she was his.

"Come here amore." He cooed , sitting down on the floor in front of her instead of kneeling , pulling her on his lap by his hands.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his torso , letting her head rest on his shoulder , head buried in his soft neck. He hugged her body tightly. Rubbing if softly , kissing her hair and nuzzling onto her.

They stayed like this on the floor in each others embrace , not speaking , just breathing , just listening to each others heartbeats.

" I am sorry. " " I am the one that should apologize. " " You know that I could never leave you.. I love you more than myself. "

" I know mio amore.. I know.. "

A/N NOTE : This is my first time writing on this platform and this kind of fiction , I rlly hope u gon like it and please leave a heart if you do ! <33 Also English is not my first language sry if there are grammar mistakes !

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the art of modernity [ prologue ]

prologue - jueyun karst

pairing: xiao x gn!reader warnings: canon-typical violence mention words: ~1.8k words fic masterlist [ prev ] - [ next ]

chapter summary: you drag four of your closest friends to jueyun karst to chase after possible traces of the adepti. none of them expect for you to actually find any, but hey, anything is possible, right?

a/n: can't believe 'making xiao eat a chicken nugget and french fries' is becoming an actual fic but here we are. enjoy !! :D

when you had asked yanfei the legal repercussions of disrupting jueyun karst, the entire brunch table had looked at you as if you had grown a third eye. kaeya had sat down the third mimosa he had been nursing, while childe had actually stopped speaking for once. yanfei giggled with intrigue and keqing had stared at you with an expression that screamed are you serious right now?

yet somehow, you had ended up in keqing's overcrowded car and made a road trip to fuel your farfetched dreams. sure, like any kid growing up, you had read percy jackson and the archons, but, unlike most kids, you had taken the myths of the archons seriously. shrines and ruins still sung praises of their names, but most liyuean mythology was treated as having no greater value than old folk tales. the world had moved on past the need of teyvat's expansive pantheon of the elemental archons, visions, and celestia, yet some scholars sought to prove the existence of the old gods. most of the time, their efforts were fruitless.

you, of course, were no scholar. you were simply a dumbass who graduated college and decided in their post-college/pre-settled life panic to go traverse the treacherous lands of jueyun karst. as prosperous as liyue was, jueyun karst still remained heavily untouched as there were areas that even rich moguls were scared to get their grubby hands on. why turn the beautiful mountains and swirling lakes into sprawling shopping centers if the entire area was rumored to be cursed anyways? so, the country had turned jueyun karst into a protected area in the form of a national park.

but now, with your car full of three and a half dumbasses (keqing certainly doesn't count and yanfei is only halfway to idiocy), you had decided to certainly ignore the title of protected area. you had full intentions of disrupting whatever you could get your grimy hands on. you wanted to see the adepti in action and, if others called you crazy for it, then so be it.

"gods, where even are we?" kaeya asks. his tone lacks the annoyance you would expect from childe nor the worried-yet-still-composed nature you would expect from keqing's words. so, you shrug him off with a simple wave of your hand.

"not really sure, but there's enough of us out here that we won't die, right?" you ask and kaeya stares at you blankly before turning to look behind the two of you at the three stragglers.

"keqing!" he calls, realizing that you are of no help. "where are we?"

keqing huffs as she approaches the two of you while yanfei and childe stagger behind her, both acting tired despite being some of the most athletic people you know. in typical keqing fashion, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a compass. kaeya stares as the compass needle spins around aimlessly in her hand, its connection clearly disrupted by some force in the area.

"oh gods, what does that mean? we're going to die. we're going to die out here," childe deadpans, panic creeping into his voice. yanfei swats him playfully on the arm before he can begin his usual theatrics, knowing full and well how childe loves living in the spotlight.

"dying in a protected national park is illegal," yanfei adds and kaeya stares at her with a baffled expression.

"what? are the police going to arrest a corpse?" kaeya asks incredulously and yanfei folds her arms over her chest, staring at him with narrowed eyes.

"didn't you want to be a cop at one point? shouldn't you be aware as to how arresting procedures work?" yanfei asks and kaeya recoils at her question.

"no, i was considering going into military like my dad. i don't wanna be a cop," kaeya shoots back and childe jokingly gags once he hears the word 'military'.

"military? yuck," childe says and becomes the next recipient to receive childe's incredulous gaze.

"didn't you literally join the fatui for two years?" kaeya asks but childe shakes his head.

"not like you have any proof," the ginger-haired man shoots back.

"i can easily acquire proof?" kaeya says, but keqing clears her throat loudly before the two men can engage in a full showdown of words.

"c'mon, guys, we have bigger problems to solve than childe's blatant lies," keqing redirects the conversation with ease but not before kaeya lets out a triumphant hmph at keqing's words. "like figuring out why this compass isn't working and figuring out how to get back because it doesn't work."

"ooh, maybe it's not working because there are ghosts nearby," childe says, but before yanfei and kaeya can engage with his dumbassery once more, you interject.

"it's likely just elemental energy or adeptal energy. i know you guys probably don't believe in them, but this is said to be the former realm of the adepti. wouldn't be surprised if there are traces of them left!" you say, voice far too cheery for the implication of your words. kaeya only shrugs at the suggestion that gods are watching over you as you travel through the park, yanfei only looks intrigued in a nearly-dangerous way, keqing looks nonplussed due to her strong belief that the gods no longer exist, and childe looks absolutely terrified yet is trying to act like he isn't.

"anyways," you continue. "maybe there's a domain!"

"ancient liyuean law forbids unauthorized entrance into domains without proper licensure from the adventurer's guild," yanfei says, as if knowing ancient law is a completely normal activity for a twenty-something-year-old.

"what is a domain?" keqing and kaeya ask at the same time before glancing at each other.

"i'm... not sure. pretty sure they have like... ancient monsters and stuff," you confess and, for the first time today, childe perks up excitedly, eagerly taking a step closer to you.

"monsters? like those uh... hollychirls? whatever they're called? how big do you think they are?" childe asks with an excited glimmer in his eyes.

"weren't you just worried about dying?" keqing asks, but childe ignores her question.

"so like... we're trying to find this domain, right?" childe asks, confused. "what are we looking for?"

"i don't really see why a domain would have adepti traces so we're probably better off looking for something else," you say and yanfei perks up.

"like that?" she asks, pointing off at something glowing faintly orange in the distance. you squint slightly in an attempt to better look at it, but you're unable to distinguish what exactly yanfei as pointing at.

"we might as well go see what that is," keqing says and you're slightly surprised for the purple-haired girl to suggest such a thing, but you figure she's just trying to find a place where her compass actually works. the spinning dial isn't too much of a concern for you since you're in no rush to leave, but the friends you've brought along aren't quite as keen on discovering the secrets of the adepti as you are, so you follow the herd as they begin to move over to the glowing orange light.

the five of you climb down, approaching what soon reveals itself as a stone pillar with a glowing chunk of cor lapis on top. it's certainly nothing new and is probably a protected relic, yet no guards are stationed in front of it. it's almost certainly been discovered before, so why isn't it..?

"oh, isn't this area usually flooded?" yanfei asks and everyone turns to stare at her.

"you've been here before?" keqing asks and you wonder to yourself when these people will stop asking questions and instead keep looking for hints.

"you guys haven't traveled to jueyun karst before?" yanfei asks, confused. "yeah, this area's usually flooded with water. i've never seen that thing before."

if it's usually flooded, then it was likely discovered before, but not relocated, you think to yourself and immediately break out in a sprint towards the cor lapis tower. sure, it was about the height of you, with the cubic chunk on top reaching the height of your head, yet you were more than satisfied with looking at the carvings on the side. childe is the first to catch up with you, using his long legs to match your pace. he sighs as you finally stop and watches as you frantically begin poking and prodding at the pillar.

"are you sure that's a good idea?" he asks, nervously. "what if it's a mechanism or something?"

"what's the worst that could happen?" you ask and childe sputters over his words.

"a lot of things!" childe insists, yet kaeya, keqing, and yanfei's joined arrival interrupts him from making an even bigger fuss.

"try putting your palm flat on the diamond," yanfei suggests and you take a step back. with a steady hand, you lays her palm flat against the side of the pillar, in which a diamond has been engraved onto its surface. around the group of you, the remnants of water begin to glow orange as the pillar emits an even stronger, unnatural glow of energy. the pillar begins to vibrate rapidly and yanfei lets out a small, knowing laugh while the rest of you watch, wide-eyed and confused by the moving pillar.

yet, all that happens is that the cor lapis situated on the top of the pillar falls off, landing on the side of the pillar with a resounding crack. the four of your friends immediately move over to look at the now shattered chunk of cor lapis on the ground, yet you gravitate towards the stone pillar. on the spot where the cor lapis fell, a single name is etched into the stone, as if this pillar is supposed to mark a specific area.

"'xiao'?" you breathe, reading off the word on the pillar.

"what's xi-" kaeya begins, glancing over at you, but before he can finish, a flash of green appears on the opposite side of your friends. your lips part in shock as you watch the deity appear before you. a mask rests on his face and a polearm rests in his hand, yet despite his disguised face, you can sense the anger rolling off his form in waves. his green hair ruffles in the wind as his free hand reaches up to lower his mask. infuriated amber eyes pierce into yours, but the adeptus speaks before you can.

"i am adeptus xiao. how dare you mortals infringe upon jueyun karst and disrupt my land?" xiao seethes and, for once, all five of you are silent as the yaksha points his polearm at you.

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