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My Experiment - Cooper Howard/The ghoul x OC

Plot: Cooper finds his way to a little shop on the outskirts of an extremely rough town. When he meets the owner, he's shocked how such a sweet face could survive in such a miserable place. Only he's about to find out exactly what made you the way you are.

Warnings: Er...violence, mentions of sexual assault and I think that is it.

The day Cooper Howard first met Addy, he was in a very bad mood indeed.

Cooper Howard was feared by many people, even those he had never met before. He found himself staring at newcomers with their wide eyed fear in contempt. He didn't want to be feared, not at first, but it did come in handy when he wanted something.

The best way to survive in the wasteland was to make sure you didn't need anything from anybody else. That way you could just live in solitude.

Unfortunately for Cooper, Radway was something he needed, and didn't know how to make.

So there he stood, in a small town shop with a handful of a caps and a devilish grin.

"You know what I'm here for," he said gruffly, and the shopkeeper squeaked in fear.

"Listen, I'm sorry but we are all out," the man seemed to tremble under the gaze of the ghoul. "You'll have to go elsewhere,"

Cooper frowned "Elsewhere?" he asked snidely "I was under the impression you have what I want,"

The man just shook his head. "Please don't kill me, my wife, my kids they need me," he begged.

Cooper raised an eyebrow.

The wife, a stout lady with a wooden leg burst through the door, her hands on her hips.

"Try Addy's." she said gruffly "Up the street about half a mile, turn right when you go past the big oak tree. You'll see it, she hard to miss,"

Cooper tipped his hat to the woman before turning back towards the man.

"Your wife got more balls than you," he commented, before glancing at the woman "Though if you've sent me to some kind of trap, you can be damn sure I'll be back to finish you off,"

The woman sneered "Addy's sent many a men back here with their tails between their legs, but she'll have what you want,"

Cooper nodded, and set off on his way, wondering who on earth this Addy was, and why he had never heard of her before.

The woman was right though, it was hard to miss. A short but long building, kept incuriously clean, with a large pink sign out front.

Welcome to Addy's, come on in!

Cooper's brow furrowed, as his hand found his gun. This place screamed trap, but he needed his radway and would be damned if he didn't get it.

He practically knocked down the door from the hinges as he kicked it open, his gun staring down anything that looked his way.

Not that anything did, the shop was empty. If he could call it that, it was more like an old bar. A long table stood at the far end of the shop, with smaller tables dotted around with chairs like some sort of diner.

"There's no need for that my dear, I'm not going to hurt you," came a sweet voice. Cooper turned, his eyes narrowed at the person in-front of him. She was clean, was the first thing that he noticed about her, her hair seemed washed, her face was smooth and unblemished, and her clothes neatly pressed. There was something vaguely familiar about her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"And you are?" Cooper asked, his gun not wavering from her face. The girl smiled.

"Can't you read honey? I'm Addy. Now why don't you put that gun down and we can get you what you need."

She didn't seemed bothered, nor the least bit threatened by him as she walked behind the long table and retrieved a large box, full of tiny little vials.

"Ghoulie ...I expect you're looking for Radway?" she asked sweetly "Though there's free water by the owl clock if you need," she gestured to a couple feet to his right where a barrel full of purified water sat.

"You're just giving away this shit? You could be rich," Cooper asked, his gun lowering a little.

Addy smiled "And what good will that do me? I've got everything I need - now why don't you sit for a bit, bounty hunter like you gotta be on his feet a lot,"

Cooper didn't need telling twice, though his eyes still darted around the shop, as if waiting for someone to come and attack.

"And you haven't been raided?" he asked eyebrow raised "How many people know about this place?"

Addy shrugged "Couple people have tried, they've never succeeded though," she said nonchalantly, before handing him three vials "First three are free sugar, after that you gotta pay me,"

Cooper dug in his pockets for his caps, but Addy shook her head.

"I don't bother with those bits of junk." she said, scrunching her nose up.

"Then what do people pay you in?" Cooper asked, his hand twitching towards his gun again.

Addy grinned "My, you're not very trusting are you honey?" she said gesturing to where his hand rested on the hilt of his weapon "People pay me in favours sweetheart. Sometimes I need bread, or I run out of milk," she said listing it off on her fingers.

"Well I ain't no farmer sweetheart," The Ghoul mocked.

Addy shook her head "No, but I might need you to find someone for me, everyone got their talents,"

Cooper nodded slightly "So I want eight of these, how much that gonna cost me in favours then?" he asked, still ever so slightly suspicious of her.

Her response was interrupted however, by a loud bang.

Cooper jumped up, gun in his hand, only to find a young girl running across the room, frantically knocking everything in her path.

Addy frowned "Laya?" she asked.

The little girl stopped, staring at the two adults. She couldn't have been more than twelve years old, but what caught the attention the most was the blood running down the inside of her thigh.

"Addy-" she gulped tears streaming down her face "I didn't want them too Addy, they wouldn't stop," she stuttered, her pale face turning a sickly green.

Cooper grimaced, he might have been evil, but he would never even dream of doing something like that, much less to a child.

Addy collected the little girl in her arms "Were your followed?" she asked sternly "It's okay if you were, I can take care of...how many were there?"

The little girl gulped "Five," she whispered "Please don't let them take me again,"

Addy nodded before turning to the Ghoul. "For five vials I want you to take that little girl to the back room back there. Do not let her see anything and do not come out," she said sternly "Not until I call you,"

Cooper shook his head "You want me to believe a small thing like you can take on five grown men? You're gonna need help with that,"

Addy raised her eyebrow "You asked me why I never got raided, and it's not because I had some Ghoulie doing my dirty work," she reprimanded "No go on sweetie, he's not gonna hurt you,"

She gently pushed the little girl into Cooper's arms, and hurried them into the back room.

The little girl immediate ran to the corner, her eyes never leaving the Ghoul in-front of her. She clearly didn't trust him in the slightest, but he paid her little attention.

Instead he looked around the room in surprise. The first thing he noticed again was how clean it was, even the rickety old bed was neatly made up. Dozens of trinkets, old tapes, an even an old TV stood in vicarious positions among the room. But what made his heart stop, was the blue and yellow uniform that hung on the back of the door, adorning the yellow number 4.

Addy was a Vaultie?

He snarled slightly, of course she had more than everyone else, the girl was a vaultie, she probably got sent supplies from people whilst the rest of the people starved.

"Stay there," he said to the little girl, who nodded in fear.

As he opened the door, he quickly ducked under one of the tables as five men walked into the bar, each with sickening grins on their faces. Cooper debating on helping the woman out, but the Blue and yellow uniform couldn't shake from his mind.

"Morning Addy, you haven't seen a little whore back here have you?" the front man snarled.

Addy looked at him coldly "No. I've seen a little girl, but there is no way in hell you are going to get her,"

Then men clicked their guns together menacingly. "And what's a pretty thing like you gonna do to stop us?"

Addy stared at him, "Violence never solves anything," she quipped.

The man sneered "Let's just put a bullet through her head and be off with it," he practically begged the other man. One of the men sighed and nodded.

"Look if you don't let us pass we are gonna have to shoot you," he said feigning sadness.

"I'd like to see you try," Addy replied politely, as if they were just having an honest conversation.

Cooper sighed, realising that this Addy girl was defiantly going to die and he was going to be stuck with a traumatised child to take home.

The man raised his gun, firing before Cooper could react. Addy whirled around, her fingers stopping inches before her face.

Did she just catch the bullet?

One of the man snarled, firing round after round, but Addy ducked under one of the tables, crawling along until she found -

"I thought I told you to stay in the fucking back?" she hissed at Cooper.

"You never mentioned you were a vaultie," he hissed back angrily.

Addy blinked "Oh shit I forgot to put that away - listen I'm not what you think," she said quickly, ducking again as more bullets fired there way into the hardwood. "Just give me five minutes and I'll explain everything,"

"Five minutes?" Cooper scoffed "With these guys?"

Addy nodded "And stay down. I don't need a ghoulie fighting my goddamn battles,"

He watched as the strange woman lept into the air, running along the table and diving off of it, taking down two of the men as she did so.

She snarled at the other three, two of which dropped their weapons in fear. For her face, her smooth dainty face had changed, warped into something they couldn't quite place. Large fangs protruded from her mouth like some kind of deranged animal, and her eyes darkened until they formed black holes.

She swiped at them, her claws scraping across them, cutting through their skin like butter. They howled, falling to the floor in agony, but didn't move again.

When she stood, she found the Ghoul pointing his gun at her as well, a strange feeling in his eyes. He hadn't felt fear in a long time, but this was something completely different. He didn't even know what to make of this.

Addy's face returned to normal, though the blood splatters on her skin did not.

"It's alright ghoulie I'm not gonna hurt you," she soothed "I told you to stay in the back room," she added, slightly annoyed.

"What the hell are you?" he asked his gun never wavering.

Addy groaned "For fuck sake," she said before sitting down on one of the chairs, her head in her hands.

Cooper didn't quite know what to do, his old self would have just shot her, his really old self would have tried to comfort her.

Addy sighed "You're right I am a vault dweller but not in the way you might think. My brother sold me, he wanted to be one of the overseers, so he sold me to Vault 4, the vault run by scientists. They had this sick thing where they wanted to create something half human, half animal," she laughed humourlessly. "Pulled me apart, put me back together until they got what they fucking wanted,"

Cooper lowered his gun. The clogs in his mind whirring, desperate to try and figure out exactly where he knew that girl from. He knew the overseer's of the vaults, or some of them anyway, could she be someone he used to know?

"You're Amy MacLean," he realised. This whole time he knew there was something familiar about her, but he couldn't quite place what. And now he knew.

Amy Maclean was the runner girl on the sets back in his days at Valt-tech, She must have been turning seventeen when he last saw her. Sweet, he remembered, always bringing him something for his dog to eat whenever she could.

Addy looked at him sharply "Haven't heard that name in a long time," she said. "Ghoulies live longer I suppose,"

Cooper frowned "How long have you been on the surface," she didn't appear to be that much older than when he last saw her, sure she was definitely late twenties to early thirties now, her baby-face teen look had shattered completely, but she didn't look 200.

Addy eyed him slightly before kicking her legs onto the table "70 years, I was here before the last bombs dropped on Shady sands," she said "Whatever those people did to me slowed down my aging process,"

Cooper finally lowered his gun "We should check on that little girl," he said, but Addy waved him off.

"Let her be on her own for a bit. Last thing she needs is people crowding round her,"

Cooper didn't dare ask how Addy knew that, he didn't want to know.

"You've been here ever since?" he asked. Addy nodded.

"Learnt how to purify radioactive water, takes a long time but you don't have to do much. I give the village fresh water, chems for illnesses and stuff. In return they don't kill my ass or raid me." she said with a sigh "It's not much, but it's about as safe as you can get round here,"

Cooper nodded slightly. It was impressive, what she had built, but part of him wished he had been there to protect her. She was just a kid, and now she's all grown up, and refused to let her heart harden to the world like he had done to his all those years ago.

"You can take nine vials, in return for the girls safe passing back to her house," Addy said "I'll throw in a hot meal too if you promise not to frighten her,"

"Deal," Cooper said " I gotta ask lady, how are you getting all these vials? These days they're hard to come by,"

Addy smiled up at him "I make it sweety. Radway was made by vault-tech, and when I escaped I stole their Chem book. The ingredients are damn hard to find, but it's an easy make after that,"

Cooper grinned "Well I know where to come back to then," his smile to anybody else would have been deemed threatening, as to anyone else his entire presence would have them quaking in their boots, but the strange girl just smiled up at him.

"You're always welcome here Mr Howard," she said softly.

It wasn't until Cooper left, the little girl trailing behind him did he realise, he had never told her his name.

Part two

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mybelde · 1 year

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19: just act normal ♤

Your POV

6 February, Sunday 4.29pm

Location: Windrise park

The day seemed to be perfect. The weather was nice, it wasn't too hot, and it wasn't that windy. But that wasn't important. The important thing was that you were going to go to a carnival with your best friend and her brother.

But for some reason, you found yourself putting in more effort into your look than usual that day.

Why?

Was it to impress a certain blond?

Your mind was saying no, but deep down your heart was saying yes.

Now, you were hand in hand with Lumine and were heading to windrise park.

Once you guys reached windrise park, your eyes widened in shock. You could barely recognise the place. The park was adorned with red, white, and pink decorations, signifying the fact that valentine's day was coming. The park was also now packed with lots of people who had come there for the booths and carnival.

Amongst the crowd, you searched for Aether, whom you finally spotted hanging around the side entrance of the park with a dark-haired dude. You squinted your eyes to get a better look.

Oh. It was Xiao, Aether's best friend. You didn't expect him to show up.

"To be fair though, I did say he could invite anyone else to come with us," You thought to yourself.

You dragged Lumine, who was dying to enter the park, over to the side of the entrance towards the two guys.

In almost an instance, her expression changed vividly, from excitement to irk.

"Why are these two here? Don't tell me you invited them."

"Oh come on Lumine! Wouldn't it be more fun to have more people join us?" You said as you squeezed her arm.

"But you didn't think to tell me because...?"

"Well, he is your brother. But I didn't know he was going to invite Xiao though," You replied, your eyes glancing towards the dark haired boy.

"Xiao LOVES to go to places like these, that's why I invited him!" Aether said, as he put an arm around Xiao's shoulder.

"H-Hey wait what do you me-"

"Right, Xiao?" (Please help me out here Xiao 🤲)

".......yeah yeah. (Fine, you owe me one.)

You and Lumine just stared in confusion over the weird conversation between the guys.

What was that all about?

You cleared your throat before you spoke up again.

"Well, now that we're all here, can we finally go in?? I've been dying to check this place out!"

6 February, Sunday 5.04pm

Maybe coming to the carnival was a mistake. Because all you saw were couples walking hand in hand, acting all lovey-dovey with each other. There were some groups of friends and family at the carnival as well, which made coming to the park a little more tolerable, but nontheless it made you cringe at the sight of couples pda-ing. They reminded you of how single you were.

The four of you had already visited some booths and got some goodies and were now just walking around to see if there are anymore interesting booths. Lumine was walking beside you on your right, while Aether was on your left, and Xiao was on his left. But for some reason, there was an odd tension between you guys. Lumine was being oddly quiet while Aether and Xiao seemed distant.

"Shit, why is everyone so awkward? Is Lumine mad because I invited Aether and Xiao without informing her first? I hope not," you thought.

While you guys continued walking in silence, a certain booth caught your attention. It was a shooting game booth. And it turns out that one of the prizes was a huge sanrio doll.

"Oh my god, guys let's try out that booth! I want to try winning the sanrio plush!" You said, and ran towards the booth, the other three following you behind. The four of you reached the booth to see an old man running it.

"Young lady, would you like to try out to win the big prize?" he pointed out to the sanrio doll sitting at the back of the booth, waiting to find an owner. You nodded vigorously. You made up your mind to win the doll no matter what.

"Tough luck, young lady. Looks like you couldn't shoot out all the targets down in time again. Feel free to try again if you'd like!"

It was your eleventh try and you still weren't able to shoot all of the targets in the stipulated time.

"Damn it, why was it so hard to shoot off all the targets in time??" You thought to yourself.

You rummaged through your pockets to see if you had any more cash to spare to try again, but it looks like you ran out.

"Damn it! I really wanted the plushie but oh well. Let's just go guys." You said, as you got ready to leave, but Aether spoke up.

"Wait! YN, if you really want the plushie, I'll try to win it for you." You turned around at his statement, your eyes widening in shock.

"Wait, really?? Aether you don't have to do that-"

"But I want to, since it seems like you really want it a lot."

You were touched by the blond boy's words and was about to thank him. But someone decided to say something first.

"Sorry brother, but if anyone were to get yn a plushie she wanted, it would be ME. Her BESTEST, most WONDERFUL, most AMAZING best friend of them ALL. Not someone like YOU."

"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN??"

"I mean, I always beat you in shooting games like these. What makes you think you can beat me this time?"

"So, what? You want to challenge me to see who can win the plushie first?"

"Exactly."

"Fine, you're on!"

The twins then grabbed the fake guns from the old man running the booth and started battling against each other to see who would win the plushie for you. Meanwhile, you and Xiao stood at the side of the booth, watching the twins battle it out.

Seriously? You didn't expect this to happen at all .

As you watched the twins shooting one target after another, the dark haired guy next to you asked you something you never thought he would ask.

"So...... are you interested in anybody at the moment?"

You turned to face him and gave him a confused look.

"What a way to start a conversation..." You replied with a sarcastic tone.

"Ok my bad, I didn't know what else to say."

"......"

"Why'd you ask that anyways? Don't tell me you're interested in me or something."

"First of all, absolutely not."

"Ouch."

"Second of all, it's for.... a friend."

You quirked an eyebrow at the statement.

"Shockers, I didn't know you had friends."

"Just shut up for once will you?" You chuckled at his response.

"Ok fine, but to answer your question, no i'm not interested in anyone at the moment. Tell that to your precious friend"

Xiao gave you an unamused look before continuing.

"Okay...... then what do you think about Aether?"

"What about him?"

"Do you like him?"

What? Why was Xiao asking questions like this all of a sudden?

"I mean, yeah I like him. He's a nice guy to be friends with."

Xiao sighed exasperately at your answer and you gave him a questioning look.

"What??"

"Well, what do you like about him?"

You paused for a while after hearing his question.

What you like about Aether?

"......."

"Well?" Xiao gave you a knowing look as he waited for your answer.

".... Well.... He's nice and friendly. He always seems ready to help anyone whenever he can. He's also really thoughtful for some reason. Like, really really thoughtful. It's scary how he always seems to know whenever I want my coffee, and he manages to bring me them in the moments I least expect it, ahahah..."

"Oh."

"Oh? What do you mean by 'Oh.' What else were you expecting me to say??"

"Nothing, nothing at all."

You were about to retaliate when you realised the twins were finally done, and were walking to the both of you, surprise surprise, with the sanrio plushie in their arms.

"LOOK AT WHAT I GOT FOR YOU YN!" Lumine exclaimed as she rushed to you with the plushie in her arms.

"You mean what WE got for her. Don't take all of the credit sis."

"Ya da ya da ya da, who cares, as long as yn finally got the plushie she spent so much money to get."

You glared at Lumine at the comment she made but shrugged it off a few seconds later.

"Anyways, thanks you guys! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to get it."

Even though you were giving your thanks to the both of them, your eyes were just locked with Aether's, and he looked back at you, not breaking any eye contact.

Lumine, who was oblivious to the moment happening bwtween the both of you, grabbed your arm and said, "Enough of standing around here, let's go explore more before it's late. We have classes tomorrow remember."

"Right, let's go explore the rest of the carnival."

6 February, Monday, 5.49pm

How did this happen? One minute, you were arm in arm with Lumine while walking around the park with Aether and Xiao, and the next thing you know, she's gone? Xiao was gone as well, so now it was just you and Aether. You tried calling Lumine but she wasn't picking up her phone.

"Shit, I can't believe I lost her in the crowd, she's not even answering her phone!" You said, worried that something might have happened to the blond girl. You sat down on a bench nearby, still clutching onto the plushie. You exhausted from walking around the whole time, and now, your best friend was somewhere in the crowd, lost and not answering her phone. (and Xiao, we can't forget him of course)

"I just texted Xiao, he said he's with Lumine and that they lost us in the crowd. He told us to just continue exploring the carnival and that they'll meet us at the entrance at 6.45." Aether said, taking a seat next to you.

"Oh, so it's us two now?"

"Yeah I suppose it is.."

Oh.

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Sorry for not updating in a while 😭 I will get back to my daily updates once my trip is over (internet connection sucks here 💀) but for now, i hope you like this update

Anyways, we love to see Xiao being a wingman 🤭 lololol I'm excited for what's gonna happen in the next chapter

+ i tried different colours on the dialogues for each person to differentiate each other, looks nice in my opinion lol (I hope it shows up on your screens as well, if not the colour coding would have been a waste of time 💀) sorry to anyone who's using light mode 😬

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Was thinking what the ff16 lads with the ladies would think of tattooed reader like the whole thing of bearers being marked how they think

Cause to reader it could be a cultural thing like how in the glaives in ff15 movie or it’s something they liked or even in a memory of something

Having a whole patch on her back or little lines on the neck or ear or having one on the wrist like a bangle

Upon meeting you for the first time it was plain as day—the dark lines that adorned you, varying shades of black and gray decorating your skin. Everyone in the hideaway was familiar with being marked, a majority still branded as slaves, so when you introduced yourself as a new member of their resistance no one thought for a second to question your tattoos. They knew far too well the trauma induced with being assigned as property.

Still, the nature of your tattoos were curious. They were unlike the x shaped insignia that the public had come to associate with branded—they were much more intricate, decorative.

Clive

After some time he found curiosity got the better of him, although he had no idea how to confront you on your tattoos. Lucky for Clive you saw him staring and confronted him yourself.

At first he thought maybe you were branded before, that your previous owner did this to you as a form of punishment, or some sick game. Your laughter surprised him, but even more so was that the marks on your skin were voluntary. You lift your sleeve to fully expose them, and answer any question he may have about the meaning, much to your amusement.

Joshua

Joshua walks on eggshells when it comes to the topic of your markings, unsure if it’s something you’re even willing to talk about. One starry night you’re relaxing side by side, when out of nowhere Joshua looks to your tattooed fingers solemn. When you ask him why, he simply replies—

“You should not have gone through that. Perhaps I can heal your wounds using the power of the Phoenix.”

To which you blink at him bewildered. Wounds? Where?

You follow his eyes, smiling to yourself at his well-meaning words. You’re not surprised at the thought process, most people with tattoos are branded so it’s very rare to find someone who does it for themselves. You explain that it’s actually part of your culture, and it’s as if his eyes grow bigger. Now he’s asking about your homeland, questions you’re happy to answer.

Cid

One of the few people in the hideaway aware that tattoos can be voluntary. The both of you are a good glass into a very find bottle of rum when he asks you what your tattoos are. Your eyes light up, immediately showing off each one to a very impressed dominant of lightning. He mentions that he thought about getting one himself in his younger years, but decided not to in the end. It’s one of his regrets, and when you offer to get a matching tattoo with him he’s flattered.

Jill

It’s a conversation starter really, how she’s never seen someone with inked fingers. To her surprise you grin wide, proud of the fact and tell her you have much more impressive imagery on your body than just your fingers.

When she does ask, you lift the bottom of your shirt and reveal a massive back piece, colored to perfection. She’s in shock at the detail of it, and after tentatively asking you allow her to trace her fingers over it, face slightly hot at just how gently she touches you.

Tarja

You think she’s never seen a tattoo before? Darling, you’re in for a treat.

A routine checkup turns into a tat for tat in the literal sense when you have to pull your shirt down. A filigree of designs adorn your collarbone, to which Tarja whistles her appreciation for the fine art decorating your skin. Wordlessly she pulls back her sleeve to show off a lily she had gotten on her shoulder, right after she removed her brand and joined Cid. Her own personal joke—lilies stand for innocence, but there is certainly nothing innocent about her.

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chenziee · 6 months

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World Economic Journal: Grand Line Edition

Dressrosa Destroyed, Doflamingo Dethroned!!

DRESSROSA, New World | by @/truffyfest

It has been ten years since the infamous Warlord of the Sea Donquixote Doflamingo stepped up as the king of the country of Dressrosa. At the time, it had seemed as if he had saved the country from the tyranny of King Riku Doldo, who had gone mad as he set his own, peaceful country on fire, as well as hurting innocent citizens.

To no one’s surprise—if you have been following President Morgans’ articles and commentaries—nothing was as it seemed!

Just yesterday, the world was shocked by Doflamingo’s sudden abdication and then renouncement of it (“False report my ass! The Government is covering something up, I know it!” President Morgans famously said,) and now, the man himself is in Admiral Fujitora’s custody and waiting to be taken to Impel Down.

So what exactly happened within the past 24 hours?

If you have read yesterday’s issue (and we are sure you have!), you no doubt know about the new alliance between Straw Hat Luffy and Trafalgar Law. Well, now we know what the purpose of their alliance was!

Indeed, it was these two high-profile pirates who had caused the coup in Dressrosa and dethroned its king, bringing king Riku to power once more—as well as uncovering the conspiracy that had been brewing underneath Dressrosa’s brilliant appearance for the past ten years, and destroying most of the country as the result.

Does that make them villains? Or heroes?

We have asked the Dressrosans themselves to bring you their opinions!

The first people we interviewed looked conflicted, obviously still shaken from the sudden chain of events that had turned their lives upside down. “Well, at first I was pi**ed because if they didn’t come, we would keep living in peace! But, well… I guess not being ruled by a pirate is a good thing…” one of the men said before turning to his friend, who looked even more conflicted—dare we say, on the verge of a mental breakdown. “I mean, yeah it’s great we’re not unknowingly under tyranny but you know what I found out three hours ago after I just married my girlfriend last week? I was already married! And my first wife is now threatening to stab my second wife, who obviously isn’t about to sit back and take it, so now I have two wives who are out to kill each other and I might just have to move to another country just to get away from all this.”

(Dear Dressrosans, if you are facing a similar situation, let us recommend the South Blue! It’s a gorgeous sea with wonderful weather, all but asking for a day spent basking in the Sun on the beach! And if lazing about is not your thing, South Blue also has many historical and modern sights to behold! - sponsored by South Blue Tourism Association)

Next, we moved to one of the last remaining intact houses, where we asked the lucky owner about her own impressions. She was much more decisive in her statement, saying, “I’ve been a toy for the past seven years, I owe them everything! They’re Dressrosa’s greatest heroes!” How touching!

Unfortunately, we then made our way to the island’s outskirts, where not a single building was left standing. There, we made the mistake of approaching one of the unfortunate inhabitants, who angrily snapped at us, “My f**king house and everything in it was completely destroyed, what the f**k do you think?!”

Quickly leaving the outer towns, we headed back towards the Flower Hill—the new King’s Plateau—where we got a few very interesting answers!

“Alliance? You mean they’re not dating? I thought—” a young girl said to the enthusiastic agreement of her friends.

“I know! I saw the Warlord picking some sunflowers… I heard from Rebe— Lady Rebecca that Lucy is still recovering so I thought for sure those were for him…” One of her friends hurried with her own observations.

“You know,” a boy added in a hushed whisper. “I sneaked around the house where they’re staying earlier today to take a peak and the Warlord was sitting on Lucy’s bed, touching him all over!! And the green-haired swordsman just watched, it was super weird!”

What scandalous information! But as we all know, despite being a pirate, Trafalgar Law is also a skilled doctor and Straw Hat Luffy is seriously injured right now. So, was he simply performing a check up? Or letting his curious hands wander by themselves? Or something else?

Are there romantic feelings truly involved?! We will keep our ears to the ground and provide you with the newest, best sourced information on this blossoming couple on the pages of this World Economic Journal .

Don’t miss anything in the next issue!

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Thank you.

Can you recommend for me a contemporary romance with kink?

I'm guessing in reference to this ask

Hi! This is a pretty broad ask but I can rec my favorites (some of them are erotic romances btw):

Can I start this list without beginning with Sierra Simone? Nope. Sierra writes erotic romances that have this amazing combination of kink, heart-wrenching emotion, queerness, and religion

Misadventures with a Professor: Might be a good place to start your Sierra journey; Oliver is someone you get the sense needs kink to have fulfilling sex, and possibly a fulfilling relationship. He is very into the professor/student thing (so D/s with a lot of "good student" praise, chastisement, and some teaching) and Zandy is 100% into it too (much to Oliver's shock... poor guy has been kinkshamed in the past and then proceeded to kinkshame himself to hell and back).

Priest: The start of my Sierra journey; D/s dynamic between a Catholic priest and his new congregant. It's almost entirely from Tyler's point of view but I loved Poppy as a character because she was so unabashed about her lifestyle and her desire to be dominated. I'd strongly recommend entire Priest whole series, though book 2, Sinner, is less kinky there are... undertones (that are fully realized in a bonus scene lolol), and book 3, Saint, plays around a lot with chastity..... and cock cages.

New Camelot series: A modern political romance between Ash (King Arthur; the president here), Embry (an unholy combination of Mordred and Lancelot; the VP), and Greer (Guinevere; the First Lady). Ash is a Dom and had a longstanding D/s relationship with Embry, who is a switch, and both men were involved with Greer in the past until they all intersect. This was one of the first books with kink I read and it made an impression, suffice to say.

Thornchapel series: Okay there's definitely a magical/fantasy element to this but it's set in the modern world and I really love the relationships depicted in the series. There's the main throuple which consists of a dom and two subs; Auden is actually taught by his friend how to be a good dom, and that friend, Rebecca, is in a D/s relationship with Delphine (one of the few well-written wlw romances with kink as far as I've seen). There's a looooot of denial in this one; celibacy, orgasm denial, teasing, etc. It makes for GREAT tension on top of the already gorgeous romances.

Try Sierra's Salt Kiss, which is the first in her Lyonesse Trilogy which is based on the story of Tristan and Isolde and Mark (and the only book out so far). For the most part, it's m/m; Mark is a sex club owner and Tristan's dom and boss. Tristan has a breeding kink which goes both ways, in that he wants to breed Isolde, and wants to be bred by Mark.

Sara Cate's Salacious Players Club is a good series to introduce you to kink. All five of the books are kinky to varying degrees. Praise has a D/s relationship with lots of praise kink stuff, Eyes On Me is exhibitionism/voyeurism-forward, Give Me More is about a couple falling for their best friend and vice-verse and has some exhibitionism/voyeurism/bondage, but I think the most interesting point, kink-wise, is that Hunter, the husband, initially thinks he wants to be cuckholded (watching his wife and best friend have sex) but it turns out he's working through internalized homophobia and actually just wants to be a part of a throuple with his best friend and wife. Mercy also has a D/s relationship with an older domme and her best friend's son who is a brat.

Jennie Kew is an Australian author whose Bennett's Bastards series I overall enjoyed. She writes very... earthy heroes and heroines and it makes for an interesting vibe. My favorites are Third Time Lucky, which has a D/s relationship between the main couple (and goes into how kink can be weaponized in abusive relationships). His Own Heaven also has a D/s relationship between the main couple, and it actually falls outside the bedroom too (ex: she sits at his feet and he feeds her).

Priceless by Miranda Silver: Christina initially agreed to sleep with Patrick for money which, for her, is inherently degrading, and then there's more degradation on his part. The kink feels very... natural, If that makes sense. Not a lot of bells and whistles; just two college students figuring it out in a frat house bedroom.

Katee Robert writes a fair amount of kinky romances but I do think her sweet spot might be writing daddy-dom types. Try her Your Dad Will Do and My Dad's Best Friend series if you're looking books with a daddy kink. Also—

Desperate Measures: A grown-up take on Jafar/Jasmine except he's a mobster and she's a mob princess. There's daddy dom stuff, plus some consensual non-consent.

Neon Gods: Hades/Persephone; Hades runs a sex club out of his house and there's a good amount of exhibitionism and voyeurism, also, Hades does have the daddy dom quality even if she's not outrightly calling him Daddy.

I've read a few books by Eve Dangerfield but plot-wise the one that stands out the most is Act Your Age; There's a lot of sleazy step-daddy roleplay so its a good amount of degradation, and some CNC.

Mila Finelli's Kings of Italy mafia series has kink; Mafia Mistress and Mafia Darling (both with the same couple; the heroine is initially engaged to marry the mafioso's son except he wants her for himself) has a lot of daddy (paparino) stuff and some generally rough sex and roleplay, and Mafia Madman (heroine is kidnapped and thrown in a cage on a yacht by the hero) I'd say has an M/s dynamic with both a degradation and praise kink and some CNC. Gia is also a Brat.

Heather Guerre is really good at getting the soft domme vibe right; in Preferential Treatment a billionaire pays his employee to domme him (there's some impact play from what I remember, and orgasm control). What Was Meant To Be is about basically an arranged marriage, and Rain just naturally likes to take charge in the bedroom and Wes is very down, just very much a Good Boy.

Sink or Swim by Tessa Bailey has a pretty unique sexual dynamic imo; Andrew a service top in that he's the more dominant one but he really gets off on Jiya telling him what to do (sexually and otherwise) and as it turns out, so does she. I really like how Tessa subverted the "submissive Asian woman" trope in this book.

Adriana Anders wrote Daddy Crush which is your classic daddy kink romance with an age gap, but it was just written really well. Would recommend.

Dana Isaly and Hannah Murray both write shorter, erotic romances with similar vibes. I liked Dana's Games We Play (mask kink, degradation, bondage, etc.) and Hannah's The Sadist and the Brat (I actually reviewed this one).

#sierra simone #sara cate #jennie kew #heather guerre #adriana anders #dana isaly #hannah murray #mila finelli #eve dangerfield #miranda silver #katee robert #tessa bailey #book recs #contemporary romance #ask

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MY DARLING DOLLS 53

PREVIOUS || PT 9 CH53 || NEXT

"I still like you." You froze when you hear the lady of the house said to you when your escorting her to groom.

"... I see..........." You have a long silence when you think about the situation.

"hmm...." She smiles and you suddenly want to let go of her hand for a moment cause she's being really weird right now. What is this person planning now.

"By the way can I help you with that doll making your doing?" She decided to change the subject after of a moment of making you really want to run away from her cause she's being weird.

"oh? Sure I guess..." But isn't that kinda dangerous for people to do that? You thought for a moment but she pulled you and hurried up with ceremony.

From distance you give some thoughts about her before deciding to ignore what's bothering you to the back of your mind -- or for Kuma to bother you about in later date.

Through you probably should have been more concern about that person when you give her the haft done doll, the sixth doll. Kanata said you only need to make 5 dolls but he doesn't said you cannot help with the rest >:3.

You felt very proud of yourself for a moment as shu give you a yard stare as your being a nutjob smiling at nothing.

"dearest dollmaker do you wanna see a magic~" Wataru appear beside you and take out set of playing cards and shuffle it. "come pick one up." He smiles.

"okiii..." You pick one card and it turn into a ( favorite flower ) " oh! Wow." You were amaze. "Amazing~!" You can't help be impress by it.

"e-excuse me.... Have you guys seen kanata-san..." Mayoi ask as he come into the room.

"He went out with rei earlier...." Shu says as he finish designing the outfit in the paper. He look at you who was doodling in your paper after you work on the 6th doll, notice how food your artistic skill is than he is currently. He suddenly don't want to show his design.

"what's wrong shu?" You notice his look his giving you and he cover the design he made. "It's nothing." He rolled his eyes and refuse to talk more about it.

"shuu probably shy to show his work to you, the von of artist!" Wataru quickly throw shu under the bus. "Shut it, you clown!" shu glared at Wataru who just chuckle at shu shyness.

"lets see!" You quickly went to peak the outfit and saw a beautiful traditional outfit for spring viewing. "What a beautiful dress." You compliment.

"Hmmp. I'm going to make it so it's not going to stay as such." Shuu boosted. "Oh?! " Your eyes widen. "Can I help you with it?"

"hmm..." Shu give you a side glance before he gets some measuring tape. "Yes." Now he doesn't need to embarrassingly ask you for measurements!

You happily help shu with him inquiring your measurements. While doing so Wataru and mayoi ( force by Wataru) join in with the dress making and shu soon made design for others as well.

But it's a win win for him. A uniform design outfit with everyone for this spring viewing. He even decided to make one for the house owner and the lady of the house. He would not make one for the outsider (the husband who you aren't close with either, he hated u for some reason.)

"oh.... That's right." You remember something, Kanata said you have to leave soon. You don't tell anyone about that matter. You look at everyone who's fitting on the outfit except for Kanata who still don't return yet with rei.

His been gone for a week now. You were worried but one of his insane followers send his letter to you that he be back after he fix something.

"what?" Shuu look at you in wonder. "I'll be leaving soon." You nonchalantly says which made everyone pause and look at you in shock. "What do you mean leaving..."

Where are you going?

Are you abandoning us?

Someone like you have a home to return to? Amazing!

There's many questions in everyone's mind but they can't ask more as everyone is fitted in their spring viewing outfit made by shuu, the door slam open revealing rei who's soaked and drench from top to button. He have a panic in his face. But he quickly mask it.

"hey everyone ~" he smile as he hide the problem. "What are you up to for days Sakuma?"

"nothing ~" rei went toward you and reach out to held your hand to see something, but Kuma narrowed his eyes and control the hand he reach out to held and slap it away.

"Oh so his really right... " Instead of being mad, rei laugh and smile. "What I'm tarnation are you on now?" Shuu unconsciously shield you from Sakuma as the other is being weird and off right now.

"it's nothing itsuki~ Kanata just told me something earlier." Rei chuckle as mayoi give him a towel to dry himself with.

You look outside at the sudden bad weather. You walk toward the hallway leading to the garden when rei grab hold of you before you can step outfit. "Deary don't go out for a moment, ok?" He smile as if hiding something.

You look at him and the bad weather outside. You thought about it. "...." Your hand was going to unconsciously force him by his thread to tell him what happened when you snap out of it by the last second by hearing Wataru calling out for you. Clearly noticing how your eyes seems lifeless for a moment while reaching out for rei.

"oh my are you going to preform a magic trick?" Wataru but in and you unconsciously thought of how to pretend it was the case even so you don't understand why you even think of forcing rei to tell you what's up, by the help of Kuma suddenly there's a black rose in your hand when you reach for his ears.

"Yup." You Lied as you give rei the flower that transform into black butterflies around you all. "Magic~" you smile, amaze at the trick that Kuma can do.

You wonder if you manage to change people thought for a moment as you give a side glance outside again as the rain began to pour heavily

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Be my Baby

Summary: A sports editor is assigned to write about a Canadian wrestling promotion. While on the job she meets a wrestler who doesn't seem to leave her alone.

Chapter 2 : Calgary

When Whitney arrived in Calgary, she had a lot of things on her mind. The first was that she was going to stay there for a month. What was Mr. Wells thinking? It's not like she was going to spy on those people or something. The second thing was that she knew very little about the people she was staying with. For all she knew they could be some psycho killer family or even worse a cult. She had no idea what she was walking into. When she arrived at the house, she was surprised to find a mansion and not something out of the movie "Deliverance". There were two brick pillars in front of the house. One of them had a plaque on it that read "The Hart House" She quickly grabbed her bags and started walking up the small path that led to the house. As if things couldn't get worse, the handle of her suitcase broke. With an annoyed groan Whitney tried to pick it up but with another smaller case in her other hand it wasn't working. "Brilliant." Whitney groaned. Just then she heard the voice of someone say : "Do you need any help?"

Whitney looked up to find a blonde Youngman walking over to her. Was he the owner? "Do you have the strength of Hercules?" Whitney asked him.

"Do you not see these muscles? Lady, I was born to lift heavy things." The man answered back.

"Really? Prove it." She pointed at the suitcase on the ground. The man smirked and with one swoop he picked up a case and put it under his arm.

"Impressive." Whitney said and he laughed.

"I'm Owen, Owen Hart." He reached out his hand.

"Whitney Gilbert." She took it and gently shook it.

"Are you here for the promotion?" Owen asked.

"Yes, I'm gonna write an article about it."

"How long will you be staying with us?"

"A month." Owen's eyes widened.

"That's a very long time." He said. "But don't worry, we'll make your time here as enjoyable as possible."

"Thanks, that's very kind of you all." Whitney said.

"Are you the promoter and the owner?"

Owen looked at her for a second. "Uh yes, I'm that’s me."

Whitney was surprised. He looked a bit too young to own a promotion but that shouldn't matter. Anyone can make their dream come true. As they entered the house, Owen began to call out for his mother. He put the bag in the small but cozy living room.

"Alright, wait here, I'll go get my mom." Owen said and disappeared into the hallway. Whitney looked around the room and noticed photos of children hanging on the wall. Must be his kids. She thought as she counted the photos. When she got to the last one she raised her eyebrows in shock. He had twelve children. TWELVE. What was this "The Brady bunch?”. A few seconds later Owen finally returned with his mother.

"Oh hello, dear, I'm Helen." His mother introduced herself.

"Whitney and it's so nice to meet you." Whitney said. Hellen seemed like such a sweet lady. She was small and had a bright smile. There was something about her that made Whitney think back to her own mother.

"It's nice to meet you too, dear." Hellen said.

"I'm actually excited about your article."

"Uh me too." Whitney said, knowing she hated the idea of writing about such a violent sport.

"Oh my husband is upstairs waiting for you, he's the promoter you're looking for." Hellen said. Whitney was confused. Wasn’t Owen the owner.

"But I thought your son was the promoter." Whitney looked over at Owen, who was holding in his laughter.

"Oh good heavens no, what makes you think that my, dear." Hellen said. "Look Owen will bring you to his father, I have to finish lunch in the kitchen, it was lovely meeting you." Then she turned to Owen. "Please bring her bag to Diana's old room."

"Yes ma'am." Owen saluted her and she went on her merry way.

Whitney glared at Owen and he broke down in a fit of laughter.

"Ha, ha, very funny." Whitney said. "You made me look like an idiot."

"A beautiful idiot." Owen chuckled. "Come on, I'll show you to my dad's office." When they made it to the office, Owen knocked on the door. A faint "Come in could be heard" and he opened the door. There a small old man was sitting at a desk.

"You have a guest." Owen announced. The man looked at Whitney.

"Ah, yea, uh, reporter girl." He said. "Come in." He waved Whitney over.

"I'm gonna bring your stuff upstairs." Owen said and closed the door.

"Take a seat." The man said. "I'm Stu Hart, the promoter." He stuck out his hand and Whitney shook it.

"Whitney Gilbert." She said.

"Your boss told me you wanted to write a story about Stampede wrestling." Stu said.

"Uh, yes." Whitney said.

"Have you, uh, written anything else about wrestling before?"

"No, sir, it's my first time."

"Well, Whitney, I hope your research goes well and that you get the stuff you need."

"I hope so too." Whitney said.

After having a talk with Stu, Owen showed Whitney the room she was staying in.

"Don't mind the John Travolta posters, my sister Diana was such a girl."

"I don't mind." Whitney said.

"I'll leave you to unpack." Owen said. "Oh and my pet snake, Ginger, has been missing for a few days so if you see her, please call me."

Whitney's expression turned from concerned to horrified, but quickly changed to annoyed once Owen started laughing.

"I was just kidding, you should've seen your face." Owen laughed."i'll see you later." And with that he closed the door.

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Next morning…..

As Bret stepped out of his car and onto the property of his parents. After a morning workout he needed a good breakfast. Stepping inside he was already met with the loud voices of his brothers in the dining room. When he walked into the room he was greeted by Smith, Ross, Bruce, Owen and his Mother.

"Morning." He said as he walked in.

"Well, what brings you here?" Smith asked.

"Breakfast, I'm starving." Bret said.

"I'll go get you some eggs, dear." Helen said.

"Thanks, mom." Bret said.

"Can you please keep it down, our guest is still sleeping." Owen said.

"Guest?" Bret asked.

"The journalist who was going to write about Stampede." Bruce said.

"Owen already met her."

"Her?" Bret asked.

"Yea, she's nice, I can easily pull a prank on her."

"Don't bust her horns too much, you might scare her away, Oje." Ross said.

And as if on cue someone walked in. Bret looked up. There she was, standing in the doorframe. She looked gorgeous, even if she was in her night robe.

"Oh, Good morning." She said, stopping at the door frame. Her voice was even sweeter.

"Morning." The boys said in union.

"I didn't know we had guests over." She said, Toying with the string of her robe. "Maybe i should go chan-"

"No, it's fine." Owen said, walking over to her. "Meet my idiotic brothers." He pointed at the table. "That's Smith, Ross, Bruce and the one that looks like he's just seen a ghost is Bret."

The boys all waved at her except for Bret, who was still amazed by her beauty.

"This is Whitney, she's the editor." Owen said and the girl gave a small wave. Whitney. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Bret thought. Now he kind of hated himself for thinking about that corny stuff.

"Please sit down." Owen pulled her to the table. Bret's heart skipped a beat when he saw her walking over to the spot right next to him. When she sat down, she gave him a small smile.

"How long will you be staying with us, Whitney?" Smith asked.

"A month." Whitney answered.

When Bret heard that, something inside of him jumped with joy. He would be seeing her for a whole month.

"That long? You must've been the right one for the job then if they send you away for a month." Ross said.

"Have you written about wrestling before?" Bruce asked.

"Uh, no, this is the first time." Whitney answered.

"I have seen a little bit of it and I'm gonna be honest, it's not really my favorite sport."

"Why not?" Smith asked. "Too much blood?"

Whitney's eyes widened in horror. "What do you mean by blood?"

"Don't scare her." Owen said.

"We're not scaring her, we're just telling her what we saw and what happened in the ring." Smith said. "Look, it might be a little frightening at first but after a month you'll get used to it."

"And closing your eyes won't help either." Bruce said. "Right, Bret?"

Bret who heard everything but was pretty much still in a daze snapped his head up and looked at his brother. "Uh yea." Bret said. He could feel his hands grow a bit cold.

"I better go get ready, Owen promised me a small tour around town." Whitney said.

"What about breakfast?" Owen asked.

"I'll be back for that, don't worry." She said, "I mean what's touring around town on an empty stomach, right Mr. Hart?" Bret looked up to find her staring at him. He couldn't answer. Why did she have so much impact on him?

"Bye boys." She said and left the dining room. Bret his eyes followed her. The way her body moved was perfect. Bret looked back at his brothers to fin the, staring at him.

"Gentleman, I think someone's in love." Owen said.

"Shut up, Oje." Bret said.

"Nice first impression, dick." Ross lightly hit Bret's head.

"Yea, you've been staring at her like an idiot." Bruce said.

"I just froze, okay." Bret explained.

"Yea right, Oje, just make sure she doesn't leave this place married to that bozo over there." Smith said as he stood up. "I'm leaving, tell mom i said bye."

"Yea i got to go, too." Ross said. "And stay away from Whitney, she's too nice." Ross teased.

"That won't stop him, he's already planning his wedding." Owen teased.

"You all are unbelievable." Bret stood up and walked to the kitchen. This was gonna be a tough month.

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Note: Hi, everyone. I hope you liked this chapter. When i posted Chapter one i honestly did it in a rush because i had to do something, so i hope i didn’t mess it up. So yea, Hope ya’ll liked this one. Until the next one. ~Thys

(also i might upload on Saturdays or Sundays, depends on my schedule)

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demigodlunar · 3 months

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Scars - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 - What’s Done on the Island, Stays on the Island

Calypso shivered when she got out of the airport in the Upper East Side of New York City. She pulled her coat closer to her body, zipping the zipper up to her chin.

Winter in New York was extremely chilly, much colder than Calypso was used to, having lived in the Bahamas for all her life up till that point.

She shivered once again, but not from the cold. The mention of her old home in California brought back unwanted memories to Calypso. She never wanted to go back there ever again. The last thing Calypso needed was to make a bad impression on the people at her new high school by having random meltdowns in the middle of math class.

Dragging along her small suitcase with her few belongings, Calypso made her way through the throng of people at the airport's entrance. Making her way to the help center a couple of streets down.

Her feet crunched in the snow as hauled herself and her baggage down the busy streets of the city. It was so much more… crowded here. Everywhere Calypso turned, there seemed to be hundreds of people around. The honking cabs and blinding lights of screens set up all around didn’t help to ease her sensitive ears.

Calypso stopped in front of the airport help center’s door and took in a deep breath, accidentally inhaling some flakes of snow. It was a pristine, little building, with a poster of “Hamilton” the musical plastered on the window.

Calypso smiled, she had always loved Broadway musicals, especially ones like Hamilton. They were crafted with such care, had good meanings, and were fun to just get down and dance to. She could still remember her excited 8th-grade self, jumping up and down, ready for high school. Their middle school didn’t have a Performing Arts Theatre, so she was ready to try out for the first musical that was announced in high school.

That never happened. Not after that “episode”.

Before she got pulled into the memories of her early past, she heard a voice next to her, and almost jumped out of her skin with surprise.

“Excuse me?” said the voice.

Calypso turned to look at the owner of the voice. It was a woman, maybe in her thirties. She was very beautiful, with light brown, blemish-free skin, chocolate brown eyes, and silky black hair done in a braid. The woman, Calypso noticed, also looked rather eccentric. She had on purple glasses, a tye-dye shirt, and brown knee-length shorts (which Calypso found crazy because of how cold it was, but that could just be her).

When the woman realized that she caught Calypso’s attention, she smiled warmly.

“I was just asking if you wanted to come inside, honey,” she said, “You seemed pretty cold out here. Poor thing, you’re shivering!”

Calypso looked at her body and recognized that yes, she was, in fact, shivering, and the woman ushered her inside. She instantly felt a rush of heat when she entered, and her nose hit the nice aroma of hot cocoa. Her stomach grumbled.

“Oh, are you hungry? You must be, after that long flight!”

Calypso looked up, alarmed. How did this woman know she came on a flight?

The lady seemed to see Calypso’s shocked expression and amended herself, “I’m sorry for that, I just noticed your tan, which barely anyone who lives in NYC gets, so you must be from somewhere hot. Also, you have a suitcase honey, which means you either took the train, boat, or plane. But you look jet-lagged as well, so you must’ve taken the plane.”

Calypso’s jaw dropped. She was good.

The black-haired woman smiled sheepishly and then smacked her forehead.

“Oh dear me, I can’t believe my manners! My name is Iris, I run this center.” she said, spreading her arms out, “May I know your name, young lady?”

Now, Calypso had heard stories about people in New York and what they do to young children out on the streets. But this woman, Iris, was just so warm and likable that she couldn’t help it.

“Calypso Atlas,” she responded, flinching slightly at her last name.

From behind the counter, Iris procured one hot cocoa and a cookie and handed them to Calypso. Thanking her, she sipped on the hot drink, feeling warmth course through her body.

They talked for a bit, and Calypso told Iris that she was waiting for her new foster parents, who were supposed to take care of her.

She was told by the agency to wait here until her new family came to collect her. Calypso was supposed to wait until the… Borgerdors? No, Bancondorms?

No, no, that wasn’t it. It was the… Beckendorf’s! Yes, the Beckendorf’s.

Calypso was supposed to wait until the Beckendorf’s came to take her to live with them. Oh, how she hoped they weren’t like her old foster family, always leaving her alone to go to some adults-only party or a bar or something like that.

That’s why she ran from them. That, and she couldn’t bear to stay there with the memories on every street, everywhere she turned. The agency sent her to this couple in New York, saying they were “more than worthy of the job”.

Well, Calypso would be the judge of that.

“So, where can I sit while waiting for them?” she asked.

Iris pointed to a corner with a bunch of soft, plushy looking sofas and pillows. There was a boy sleeping on a sofa there already.

“Clovis,” Iris said in a threatening tone, “No sleeping, you have a job to do.”

Clovis turned his head around and muttered something that sounded vaguely like ‘five more minutes’.

Calypso sunk down into one of the sofas and took out her phone, scrolling through her camera roll. She went from recent to oldest. Most of the pictures contained only her, maybe a few of her old friends. But then she stopped on a picture of her and another girl.

She was a year older than Calypso, with black hair in a braid and princess-like features. And in the picture, she had her tongue sticking out and one eye closed.

Zoë. Her sister.

Before she could stop herself, Calypso started scrolling deeper and deeper into her past, and slowly she found she wasn’t in the real world anymore.

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Calypso and Zoë had just come back from the mall. They didn’t buy anything but just dawdled around the stores. Pointing out things that were too expensive for something so unimpressive.

The eerie silence of the house made their laughter dissipate, and they stared around the kitchen in confusion. It was dark and seemed empty, but their father should have been home by now.

“Zoë, where is-” was all the Calypso managed to get out before she heard a peculiar noise.

It was a sound that she only heard a couple of times, in action movies: The safety of a gun releasing.

Calypso turned around slowly and saw their father pointing a gun right at her. It took all of her willpower to not scream. This was her father, he would not shoot them. He must have been testing them.

Atlas wasn’t a very paternal person, but he was not a murderer.

Zoë looked back and forth between us and communicated something to me with a look. Go to your room while I distract him.

My mind was foggy, and I couldn’t understand what was going on.

“Father,” Zoë said, and he swung the gun over to face her.

Atlas had his eyes trained fiercely on Zoë, and so I inched towards the stairs, as she continued stalling him.

“What are you doing father? Put the gun down, we are your daughters.”

Calypso was almost at the stairs, but the word “we” triggered Atlas to wonder where his other daughter was. The gun was back on her, and she froze.

Atlas growled, “Don’t move, Calypso. You have no choice.”

Then he smiled creepily, “You better hope for a good afterlife… maybe you’ll meet your mother there.”

Calypso closed her eyes, waiting for the impact, but opened it when she saw Zoë trying to wrestle the gun out of Atlas’s hands. It was over in a flash, and Atlas had the gun loaded and held against Zoë’s temple. She looked at Calypso and gave the silent message: Go.

She swallowed, and backed up, wishing desperately to do something for Zoë, but she knew it was too late. Even when she was barreling up the stairs, she knew it.

BANG.

Calypso choked back a sob.

BANG.

She stumbled at the top of the stairs, wondering just how many shots a person could take before they die.

BANG.

Calypso shut her door and locked it, rushing to grab her phone. She dialed 911 in and called the number, hoping desperately for them to pick up faster.

“Hello, this the Bahama’s Poli-”

“My father murdered my sister, please come quick!” she whisper-yelled into the receiver, and gave them her address with rapid fire succession.

A bang at the door made her drop her phone, and she backed into the window. A thought suddenly occurred to her, and she slammed the window open, and hauled herself into the tree outside.

Calypso jumped down from the tree and ran into her neighbors yard, pushing her back against the wall, farthest from her house and banged on the window, praying they would open it.

They did, but Calypso would never forgive herself for not saving her sister.

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Calypso jolted herself from the memory when she heard the bell at the front door of the store opening. There were fresh tears on her face, so she hastily wiped them and tried to look presentable, so when her new foster parents came, she would embarrass herself for her first impression.

She looked at the couple who just came into the store. There was a woman, and she was beautiful. So beautiful, she put Aphrodite Mclean to shame. She had curly, black hair, full lips, and beautiful doe eyes. The man next to her was the exact same, except switched genders. He had dark skin, close cropped black hair, and dark brown eyes.

Calypso watched as the couple made their way to the front desk where Iris stood, all the while whispering to each other and laughing at something the other said. They were a cute couple.

She heard Iris’s loud voice welcome them, and they started talking.

“Hello, my name is Silena Beckendorf, and this is Charlie.” the pretty woman said, and the man nodded in agreement.

“We are here for Calypso Atlas, we are her new foster parents.”

It took a couple of seconds for Calypso to realize that they were talking about her, and she shot up from her seat.

Her new foster mother, Silena, saw her coming and gave Calypso a smile.

That smile almost made Calypso believe that she could be loved again.

#calypso #atlas #zoe nightshade #pjo angst #pjo #i'll cry calypso deserves better

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Kuro no Kiseki II Crimson Sin - Chapter 1 Side A Summary

Table of Contents:

Prologue

Intermission 1

Chapter 1 Side A

Chapter 1 Side B

Chapter 2 Side A

Chapter 2 Side B

Intermission 2

Chapter 3 Part 1

Chapter 3 Part 2

Chapter 3 Part 3

Finale

The chapter starts with a little boy running away with a suitcase from the mafia. Elsewhere, Judith and Nina are shooting a movie while Van fills in a substitute role and Quattre support them in Messeldam City. Quattre provides on-site video editing, impressing the crew, and he wonders how did things even come to this. A new character Dominique Lancaster, a legendary person in the entertainment industry, oversees both Judith and Nina’s performances, and is also the first Grimcats.

A flashback ensues with Quattre meeting up with Van and Judith where Van tells them about the Grendel-Zolga. The two are now familiarized with the situation, but Quattre asks why Judith is pushing her so much with trying to film movies. She explains that last year’s scandal (The Maxim Scandal) needs to be suppressed, and the only way to do it is through releasing a new big hit to bury it down.

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Sidequest 1

A lady named Francesca who had to let go of a music box when she was younger and wants Van to find it. Judith questions why come to Van and not just ask the Bracers, but Van accepts anyway. They talk to Ivan at the Orbal Factory who says that it was requested by a father who wanted it made for his daughter and since it’s a custom-made luxurious item, it’s around 100,000 mira. And last month, a part of it was discovered, and the group goes to the nightclub to talk to Tiffany who is affiliated with the group to get info on the antique dealer. The antique dealer store runner exits out of the bathroom and the group talks to him. The man complains that everyone wants the item and that it has a bad history, and questions the group when they tell him the original owner wants it back. He directs them to an old lady on the dwarf, as she bought it off him a few days ago. The old lady turns out to be a ballet teacher who bought it, recognizing it as a music box that her student had. The group asks if Francesca was her name, and she is shocked that they know, and they explain the circumstances to her.

Francesca gets the music box back, but Van tells her that she needs to fess up what she’s hiding and her connection to Almata. She’s surprised that he knew that much already and explains that her Dad was connected to Enrique, who was the former boss of Almata before Gerard killed him. She explains that the town hated her dad for being a crook and that in order to escape Almata after her dad had a change of heart. She was the only one saved because she had the help of an informant. The group realize it was Dingo. She wants to thank Dingo for all the help years ago, but Van tells her that he died.

Van’s main objective is to look into Almata’s Legacy whereabouts. First up, the group goes to where Van rented his room, at the White Whale Inn. In front of the inn is Detective Nate from the first game. He simps Judith and tells Van off, but they have a serious discussion that Almata cleanup in town is taking too long, but Van won’t find anything because it’s been thoroughly checked already. Still, Van asks for Nate to give him a heads-up if they find anything.

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The group go to a nightclub with Quattre in the middle of a girl poledancing. Van remembers that Quattre is a kid and tells him to go wait outside, but he says it’s fine and they talk to the bartender whose name is Robson and was acquainted with Dingo. He asks about Almata , but Robson says he can’t provide much information as the club was involved in a police investigation already and the owner used to have connections to Almata.

At the dwarf, they discover the old Almata headquarters was bought out by Zect-Arms, a group that provided weaponry to Almata according to Dingo’s notes.

They run into the boy with the suitcase where the mafia chase the kid to a back alley. After defeating the thugs, he drops the suitcase revealing an image of the Genesis. They take him back to the inn. The kid’s name is Luka and he’s looking for his dad who has been gone for 3 months. He found the suitcase in his dad’s room and thought it could’ve been a clue to his whereabouts. Since then, he’s been targeted by the mafia. Luka asks the group to look into the case for him, but Van rejects it thinking this is a case for the police, not him because the dad has been missing for 3 months.

They go to the shooting site of the movie film and meet Dominique. After consolidating information, they narrow it down to the second choice, Zect-Arms. It’s known for providing weapons to military organizations, ut behind the scenes it does illegal experimentation and uses its weapons to stir conflicts in other regions. It was established six years ago. And the scene cuts to back in the inn, where Van inquires if the Luka went home.

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Sidequest 2

A fanatic fan asking if a male actor was in the inn or not. Group says no, so they investigate. Turns out the role Van filled earlier this chapter belonged to a man who came sneaking in late to the inn by the name of Ethan Smith. Judith demands to know why he’s lying and sneaking around. Van offers his business card and Ethan explains his case that he needs them to get rid of some stalkers.

They ask in front of the cinema for any stalkers. Nothing. They ask inside the cinema, but the receptionist responds with there was no one suspicious. Ethan calls the group to meet with her manager who got a picture of the stalker. The stalker looks like a normal strict businesswoman, but the manager says that looks are deceiving. After talking to more people, the group learns there are two women involved.

They go into the back alley and find the stalker woman incapacitated and shoved inside a vent. It turns out she was the real manager, not a stalker. They find Ethan missing and use the new Shard feature to trace the footprints.

When they find her at the lighthouse, the stalker says that Ethan left her, and Judith realizes that she’s not just a fan. Ethan took advantage of her when she gave him her contact info and then dropped her when he became more popular.

There are three choices, but I chose the gray where Van threatens to leak to the media if he doesn’t confess to his shitty behavior.

Sidequest 3

A store gets graffitied. Wilmer, the business owner, requests Van to look into it. He thinks he’s doing a solid business and doesn’t want the police involved because it may result in further graffiti damage to his business in retaliation.

They find graffiti artists who are disputing over the fact one used someone else’s graffiti as the base for theirs. The culprit turns out to be a girl named Kisara and the group does a following minigame. After being talked to, she seems to not really care, but the group learns she’s a stowaway all the way from Northumbria. Her mom had a sickness five years ago and then everything turned for the worse when the Empire invaded. Her mom’s condition became severe because she wasn’t able to get treatment in the first place and waited too long and she passed away by the end of the year.

They contact Wilmer, who takes her in. First he cusses her out, but then he asks if she wants to be his company’s artist. Van reappears, saying he’s discovered the truth to the case where Wilmer wants to monetize her art. Judith realizes he’s one of her targets as Grimcats, and laments she didn’t realize it sooner. The man threatens them with a lawsuit for trespassing and will stoop low to say that he assaulted them. Judith transforms into Grimcats offscreen and saves Kisara and denounces Wilmer, saying his threats won’t hold any water because he would also be found guilty of tax evasion.

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Back to the main story, Grimcats and the group break into the Zect Arms building. They find the terminal. They find schematics for a weapon commissioned by a certain mafia executive. It was developed with increasing power while also how much it can skewer its opponents. Quattre finds connections from the death game from Kuro 1 and also strange that this place was only bought two months ago, so why is the data there. They run into chief developer of ZA, Rosalie, and fight. When she loses, she intends to flood the entire floor with poison gas, but the two Gralsritters from the previous game come to their aid.

Rosalie runs away, but Quattre causes all the data on ZA’s terminal to crash, and all of her work from the past six years is erased. The documents proving illegal acts of terrorism were forwarded to the police and Bracer guild.

Celis and Rion meet up with the group and discuss Almata’s inheritance. The two wonder if it has any artifacts, and the group propose an alliance for the time being because Van has no need for Artifacts. The information they took from the terminal leads them back to Robin Glasgow, aka Luka’s father, who was targeted. They discover something called the Crimson Fragment, which sounds like an artifact to the two.

The two help the group as Rion has clairvoyance that can help detect hidden passages, while Quattre’s shard functionality with his robots can also do something similar.

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Sidequest 4

One is an extermination request at the Zect-Arms building, requested by Dominique. You can find Nate arguing with the Guard Gary about the building claiming that they can’t hide anything from the police, and Gary seems to be completely unaware of the company’s wrongdoings.

Not story or side quest related at all, there’s a drunk homeless man who used to be the top of the food chain in Messeldam as a Real Estate Tycoon. He seems to be drunk and blaming his misfortune on others.

Sidequest 5

Tony and Miina who want to find their missing friend. They say that a classmate that goes to Sunday School with them by the name of Jedd went missing and is known for picking fight with other children and skipping school. The issue is that he went missing for three days with no contact at all with his friends or family.

Van says the request isn’t suited for a Spriggan like him, but he gets peer pressured by the group to not turn down a child’s earnest request so he takes it. His first objective is to go to church and talk Sister Oliga and Father Krents.

Van arrives to Church and asks the two but is turned away when they say this is a Church issue and that it’s awkward to tell the Spriggans who appear shady. Celis and Rion use their positions in the Church to get their trust. The story is similar to what the children told the group, but they add an additional detail that Jedd’s father plans to not bother writing a police report. Van comments that the home environment must be awful and the Church considers that it might be a case of child abuse since they saw Jedd’s father being verbally abusive in the past. Krents believes that Jedd picks fights with other children because of this, but the injuries he has on his body most likely is from his father.

Judith suggests taking it to the police, but Van and the two Gralsritters say that it might cause trouble for the kid because investigations take time and this is perfect for a Spriggan to take the case.

They arrive at the house and Van suggests using a voice recorder while Celis and Rion interrogate the father. The father in a sour mood tells them that he disciplined him three days ago and that he doesn’t care because Jedd will always come back home after some alone time. Celis asks if this happens a lot. Jedd’s father says it’s the first time that it’s been this long but gets mad to why he’s even answering her questions.

Rion and Celis both agree the father is an awful person and Celis loses her temper calling him out as a shitty person. Rion covers her mouth and leave. Quattre uses XEROS to trace the kid’s scent and it leads them to a trash can with a very stuffed bag. Thankfully, no human remains are in it, just used clothes, a mop, towel, and tooh brushes. Van is given three choices to deduce where Jedd might be and the answer is the second one, a public bath based on the contents of the bag they found.

The group go to Public Bath Lakka and ask Angela, the receptionist, if they have Jedd. She says they’re too late because he ran from the bathhouse too. But she explains that the father asked him to steal from stores in the past. Angela saw Jedd one night three days ago with bruises and decided to take care of him. He ran away because Angela asked if Jedd wanted to stay with her long term (like adoption). She explains her decision is because her husband passed away and that her only son lives in another city and has a family of his own. But more importantly, she feels like Jedd’s father isn’t a good role model for Jedd.

They run into Jedd who explains he’s conflicted because of the treatment both his dad and Angela have given him, but his pride refuses to run away as running away is what weak people do. And he feels that Angela’s feelings for him aren’t sincere since she’s just taking pity on him and is just pretending to be a good person so she can get childcare mira.

Celis loses her temper and calls him out saying that he’s so rotten to the core with that mindset that he can’t accept someone’s honest good intentions. Jedd says that her yelling makes her just the same as his old man. Celis refutes that she’s only yelling because he can’t see that someone tried to take him in and help him just a little but he can’t see it and that he shouldn’t say it’s for the mira. Jedd reflects on his actions saying he was insensitive. Celis says that he needs to be straightforward and honest even if his father disapproves, saying that Jedd has the support of the Church, the Spriggans, and her support.

Tony, Miina, and Jedd reunite while Angela goes to the church and has the family register for Jedd be put under her name. Van is given two options to turn the father into the police, but it might be hard to pin any crimes onto him since it was Jedd that did all the stealing, or blackmail the father and get him to do nothing with Jedd or he will then forward it to the police.

I chose the latter because as Van puts it, it won’t rob Jedd of his future for being a thief and it creates a blank slate for everyone involved. The father doesn’t even bat an eye, signs it, and leaves Messeldam.

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Back to the main story, the group go to the filming location where Nina is filming a scene with her character Michelle get betrayed by Antonio. Judith’s character, Zoey, the Golden Blood intervenes and saves Michelle and they shove Antonio into the ocean.

And Cut! Celis and Rion are moved by the filming and Director Gotch thinks that Rion could be an actor with his understanding of Gotch’s creative vision and he happens to look the part too. Dominique tells the group to go to the nightclub, and Van uses the Shard Search skill to go into the bathroom, where there’s a false bottom next to the toilet. Celis and Rion are disgusted that they have to go through the shower and use Arts to put up a purification barrier. The group get past the sewers and end up in the snowy mountains on the coastal side of Messeldam. It’s completely uninhabited by humans. Van’s Genesis glows and Quattre thinks that Almata’s “inheritance” must be nearby then.

Meanwhile, the ZA group from the previous night attempt to raid the night club where Nina is filming, but Dominique retaliates using guns to mow down the ZA group. Director Gotch decides to record the action while Ethan (from the sidequest) laments why he keeps running into terrible situations. Dominque takes out a rocket launcher and fires it at Roselia and the other ZA groups as they run away and the screen turns to black.

Back to Van’s adventures, side talk has Quattre saying the sea gives off a nice breeze and they’re sure to find Luka’s father here. Additionally, Judith is impressed with the power of a Stigma. Celis says she doesn’t over rely on it and Rion says that they shouldn’t use it if they don’t need to. Van doesn’t care and says as long as it’s reliable, then It is fine.

Main story cutscene-wise, Van asks why the two seem to be so agitated and in a rush. Celis explains that artifacts that were used by Garden that were found in the Genesis Tower (the last dungeon in Kuro 1) went missing shortly after. The Church sent the two to investigate its whereabouts. Quattre wonders if the Almata Inheritance refers to those items or not.

More sidetalk on the side, Quattre wonders if that’s why the Genesis reacted as it did earlier. The group arrive at a whole smuggling operation with a bunch of cargo being hidden inside the mountains with a whole dock and boat on the opposite side.

They find Luka’s father who explains he was working with Almata since he was 15 and that he’s been managing the organization’s affairs since then and that not even Gerard fired him. Van’s impressed that he managed to evade the Mafia for two months in such an uninhabitable place.

Rion asks about the Inheritance, the “Crimson Fragment” and Glasgow pulls a gun on them asking what they intend to do with it if they did find it. He demands if they plan on recreating a tragedy like the Creil Village incident. Glasgow says he won’t allow it because even people on the lower food chain like himself still have an honor to uphold. Rion tells him that the Church will confiscate the item since it’s obviously a weapon of mass destruction and he agrees.

Just then, the Iscariot faction from the Church led by Ashrad appears to give out justice on Glasgow. It’s revealed that Melchior ordered him to bring the weapon to Creil while Glasgow did not know. He was supposed to have brought it to Oracion too, but defected and ran away because the guilt of causing the destruction of thousands was too much for him.

A battle between Van’s group and Ashrad occurs. After a stalemate, Van tells Glasgow that he still needs to live because only he knows about Almata’s inner secrets and that he knows Glasgow has been the one sending flowers and funding to the Creil village memorials.

Ashrad is surprised that the Gralsritters ask that they allow them to handle the punishment for Glasgow and agree, leaving peacefully. Glasgow plans to turn himself in to the police, but gives them the Crimson Fragment, which looks like the same technology as Van’s Genesis. Glasgow, impressed they know of the term “Genesis” clarifies that it is actually a piece of the Eighth one. It turns out that the Eighth Genesis is divided into pieces. Glasgow gives them information that another piece might be found in Langport.

Glasgow is killed by “Luka” who snipes him from afar and it turns out to not be Luka at all. Quattre heartbroken asks why he would do such a thing when Glasgow was going to repent for his sins earnestly. Celis, furious, activates her Stigma as “Luka” summons archaisms and boosts them using the Genesis fragment. He introduces himself as Ixs before a battle occurs.

In the aftermath, the police arrive at the crime scene and find a ledger giving them a lead on Almata. Gotch’s filming with Nina came to a close and the remaining ZA group is arrested.

Van visits the family of Glasgow and tells his wife that he died. Ashrad is seen on the phone elsewhere saying that Ixs must be working with “that man”. Ixs elsewhere is on a rooftop telling someone named Jolda to not worry.

#kuro no kiseki ii #kuro no kiseki #kuro no kiseki 2 #trails series #nihon falcom #kiseki series #summary #translation

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tokyo revengers | shinichiro ⏤ 22:52

not proofread ; please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes made ; mechanic shinichiro x florist reader ; inspired by lola bunny x bugs bunny moment in space jam (loved that movie as a kid!)

shinichiro’s first impression on you could have gone better, that’s for sure, but in all fairness, he didn’t expect you at all. you with your radiant smile, dazzling eyes and alluring voice greeting him as he walks past on what he thought was a regular day heading into his shop. with a sudden weakness knocked into his knees by your beauty, the tools and spare parts piled up in his arms didn’t stand a chance and fell to the floor with him.

the disheveled man didn’t even get the chance to be embarrassed as he was immediately entranced by you once again, who rushed to his aide and helped him pick up all that he had dropped. it wasn’t fair; how could you be so pretty? were those stars in your eyes? and why do your lips look like candy? does he smell flowers?

“a-are you okay, sir?”

“m-me?” shinichiro snaps back into reality from the panic in your voice, meeting your eyes, you nod frantically, worry swimming in your (e/c) pools, “i-i’m great! why’d ya ask?”

“well you just fell over all of a sudden when i greeted you earlier…”

“oh!” the embarrassment finally sets in, “th-that, right…umm - i guess i just got distracted by something…” his voice trails off as he finishes the explanation to his clumsiness, getting lost in your ethereal presence once again.

“what did you see?” you asked, looking around in curiosity and sending the mechanic into derangement. he can’t say that you distracted him, he’ll sound like a creep! he joins you in looking around, frantically searching for an excuse.

“th-those flowers!” he points towards a pretty bouquet being displayed at the new shop’s window, “they’re really beautiful!”

“you think so?” you ask with a new glint of excitement in your eyes, which has the dark haired man nodding along almost excessively, his grin attempting to stretch out to his ears, “thank you so much, i arranged those myself,” you suddenly look bashful as your gaze turns down to look at your fidgeting hands. so cute…so cute! shinichiro mentally gushes, his pupils almost turning heart-shaped to accommodate his lovestruck fever for you.

“wait, you’re the new shop here?!”

“that’s right,” you chirp happily, excusing the misleading shock in his tone. did he not want you here?

“oh no…” shinichiro mutters under his breath. how could he possibly concentrate on his work if there was such a beautiful lady, who’s kind and bewitching and exactly his type right across the street?

“what do you mean by that?” you pout, anger evident in your voice as your brows furrow at him.

“what?”

“why do you sound like you don’t want me here?”

“uhhh…” the man in question begins to sweat nervously. how could he answer you this time?

thankfully that misunderstanding was quickly resolved with a sincere apology and a box of a dozen cupcakes decorated to look like flowers.

“i’m really sorry (l/n)-san, i didn’t intend to come across as unhappy about you being the owner of the new shop across from me,”

your forgiving nature makes you cave and accept his apology without any further explanation, you didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot so you happily shared the cupcakes with him too and went about business as if nothing happened.

most mornings where you went to open up your shop, you would often encounter shinichiro and the two of you made it a ritual to wave and greet each other good morning from across the street, it wasn’t deliberate for shinichiro to also make it a morning ritual to walk into his shop’s front door whilst greeting you but now you carry a small first aid kit wherever you go just so you could offer him some bandages for any cuts and scrapes he may gain from being around you.

it wouldn’t be a lie to say that it was because you wanted to be helpful to such a sweet guy but that was only the partial truth. the other reason being entirely selfish of you. there was something about the kind but awkward mechanic. he had a charm of his own that rivaled all previous men (and women) that tried to pursue you romantically. despite your relationship with shinichiro being entirely that of neighboring shop owners, it occurred to you that his sincerity came through much more than those that came before him trying to gain your affections. the entire situation was quite laughable really; shinichiro never approached you with any amourous gestures, instead he never failed to greet you a good morning, he helped shoulder your concerns and worries as a new shop owner, he kept you company when you were lonely and helped with your growing business by making deliveries for you at no extra charge.

“i just want to help you,” was his reason, “it like helping you (l/n)-san,” you remember the soothing smile he flashed you which had you clutching at your chest. To think that such a goof could affect you like no one else…

he made you happy.

“thank you for keeping me company sano-san,” it was his lunch break and he was eating away at his store-bought onigiri at your counter. he sometimes had the best timing because now you felt safer knowing someone was around while you were putting up hanging flora on an unreliable, tottering stepladder.

“it’s no trouble, really, i enjoy being around you the most, (l/n)-san,” even though you weren’t in the safest position, you snuck a glance back at him just to see his face turned away with the wobbly smile as the tips of his ears glowed an adorable pink. he’s always so adorable, you giggle to yourself quietly, not expecting him to notice but smirk, regardless when he unexpectedly does, “is something on your mind, (l/n)-san?”

“fufu~ it’s nothing sano-san,” stepping down from your final hanging plant, you tuck away your step stool and dust your hands down on your work apron partially stained with the chlorophyll and pollen from surrounding plants.

“the place looks so forest-y! it’s amazing!” shinichiro gushes, admiring your handy work. to think that your beautiful, soft hands could create something equally as beautiful but it’s to be expected from someone as perfect as you.

“thank you so much, sano-san,” you smile brightly at the man, hoping that your customers ring with the same sentiment. it was then when it happened…

just as you step forward, shinichiro spots an teetering plant pot beginning to loosen from its hanging perch above you. even though shinichiro wasn’t as tough as his gang member friends, he was tougher in his mental strength as well as within his heart, both pushed him to act when he needed to most and now was one of those times. launching himself forward with a shout of your name, shinichiro manages to push you away from the falling plant only to be the one that was injured in your place.

“sano-san!” you cry out as you rush to the fallen man, the scene nostalgic and reminiscent of your first meeting, almost giving you butterflies if it weren’t for the panic rapidly spreading through your chest. Checking him over, he seems to have endured bruising and cuts along his upper back and shoulders only. It was a relief but you weren’t out of the woods yet, leading the mechanic to your back room, you rush around for your first aid kit and get to work.

no words were spoken but it was comfortable. Shinichiro admired your rare beauty up close, finding your look of focused attention in tending to his injuries, captivating. He was shirtless but neither of you felt embarrassed of the fact, you too attentive to his well-being and him too distracted by your pretty lips, pretty eyes, pretty nose and pretty hair…pretty everything really. he could get used to such vip treatment, maybe he should injure himself more often. his thoughts almost make him laugh.

“don’t look to worried, i’m okay now thanks to you (l/n)-san,” shinichiro reassures, anything to keep your furrowed brows from making another appearance. you’re cute when you worry but if he sees it too often on you, he’ll surely become greedy for it and who knows what he’ll do then!

“are you sure you’re okay?” no matter how cute he looked bandaged up and grinning boyishly up at you, you needed to stay focused and make sure his well-being is taken care of first.

“positive, are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft and sweet, as sincere as his kind eyes. maybe it was time to give in…you can’t win against such a dangerous man.

you sigh in relieved defeat and smile at him, your eyes half lidded in want that shinichiro barely has time to catch onto, “sano-san, thank you~” you voice with an additional sugary essence that has the man’s heart racing in his ears at a higher frequency. this is the first time shinichiro has ever heard such a voice coming from you and he doesn’t know how to process it. he was conflicted on whether he should be reacting so feverishly to you or not. how embarrassing! not again! he swears that you know what you’re doing to him and it’s just unfair…

“it was nothing,” he gulps, steadying his heart and breathing to smile up at you from his seated position, “i just didn’t want you to get hurt,”

“that was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me~” without warning, you take him by his cheek and pull him into a deep kiss, your eyes shut closed in bliss whilst shinichiro’s eyes remain wide open. his mind took a moment to try and process the situation but eventually gave up in favour of returning the kiss. he’s imagined getting to kiss you multiple times and speculated on how it would feel, how your lips would feel and taste, now that he was finally pulling you close and getting to kiss you back, all of his daydreams were out the window, they can’t even begin to compare to how puffy-soft your lips were nor their uniquely addictive taste. all shinichiro knows is that this must be what being in heaven is like.

pulling away to catch your breath, you call out to the dazed mechanic but receive no reply in return. you’re only met with a dreamy sigh before shinichiro begins falling to the side and eventually…faints.

“sano-san!”

thoughts? ; did you dolls watch that movie too? ; if you could title this mini fic, what would you title it?

navi.

#tok. rev timestamps mlist #shinichiro x reader #tokyo revengers x reader

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livingalifeofasimp · 3 years

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Heyhey! I don’t know if I already requested this, and if I did I’m sorry I forgot. But I was wondering if you could write a yandere childe x reader where the reader has been abused. So when he kidnapps her the darling is kinda willing since she feels safe with him? What would childe do to her abuser? Thank you for your time :>

♚ Yandere Childe x Reader ♚

Thank you for your patience ❤️

Disclaimer : This content contains Yandere themes, if you are sensitive please refrain yourself from reading it. It's purely for entertainment purpose, arts are not mine credit to their respective owners.

❤️Childe interest sparkled in you probably when he saw you being nice and kind to everyone, how you made everyone happy. Always willing to give your helping hand to anyone who needs it, like the way you smile at people and try to make them feel comfortable. Childe wondered can someone actually be this good? Either way he wanted to talked to you. "I see a pretty lady here, wanna fight I can't seems to find anyone here and you don't have any company", you were surprised when a strange guy suddenly appeared and challenge you. Without wasting anytime you ran away feeling overwhelmed leaving Childe shocked "I just wanted to talk".

❤️As you were walking home after being tired from work wanting nothing more than to jump on your comfortable bed, you saw the same guy leaning against the wall, his eyes wandering around in the ocean of people ,not wanting to get caughted by him you slowly turned your head and started walking away. After covering safe distance, you inverted your eyes to where the previous stranger was standing but he wasn't there, good grief then suddenly you felt someone behind you whispering in your ears "I bet you are looking for me", flinching you turned around scared, seeing you so afraid of him, Childe quickly apologized "Oh forgive me I shouldn't have appeared like this", "Ah no it's alright", as polite as ever Childe thought smiling. "How about a drink? my treat", and waited for your permission to hold your hands.

❤️"Oi your are late", Childe flicked your forehead, holding your head you answered breathing unevenly "I am so sorry, I just got so busy, I won't be late next time", you nervously laughed as Childe got annoyed with all those people who take advantage of your kindness. He pated your head and walked towards the table since you both decided to have dinner together tonight. You passed a dish towards Childe "Ain't you spoiling me", "No way I know that's your favorite", showing you his infamous smile he holded your hand with his two "I don't even know what I will do without", your laugh and Childe's favorite moment was ended by a guy who intruped in between.

❤️"Hey Y/N what are you doing here? you promised me to help with my work", as you tried to recall you heard Childe growling. "How about you do your own work, you got your own hands right? Or should I cut them off" something in Childe's voice warned the guy to not bother you again if he don't want to die. "Childe why did you do that?" You stood up to ran after him only to be pulled back by Childe. "Why are you going behind him? Why are you so good to people even though they do bad to you, I don't like him I know I shouldn't ask you such but I just don't want you to get hurt and that guy he is so fishy". Sighing you sat down again, maybe you need some free time "Alright", his smile changed the dark aura from surrounding to brighter ones. Not caring about the world and pressure to impress people feels good at least with Childe you can be how you really are he never judges you, even tho he can be jerk sometimes.

❤️While collecting some flowers Childe thought about you oh how happy would you be to see the flowers he is gonna bring to you. Near your house he saw a different guy flirting with you. Even if it was just a normal talk Childe was afraid that they would try to take you away since you are so good, caring and comforting people with your presence. Of course everyone will try to take you away but they will never know how to take care of you like he does. You are so pretty and caring such an angel that one of kind a girl who is perfect for him. Childe's last string to sanity was cut off when he saw them making you laugh, his jealousy and possessiveness clouding his decision. You are his, he only wants to be the only you love, imagining you with someone else burns his heart making him want to to go insane, the obsession and love he have for you made him take you away from the selfish world he is confident he can take care of you and your interests.

❤️You woke up finding yourself into a room that is decorated with all the expensive items whatever it is, this isn't your room panic rised in you chest as you jumped down the bed knocking on the door with all your force. On hearing the noise Childe unlocked the room, he realized that you calmed down after seeing his face, fluttered his heart "Child you are here, did I passed out anyways thank you so much for helping me", you said passing through him when you felt yourself being lifted up by strong arms and gently putting you in bed.

❤️"Y/N stay here", "Childe I appreciate this but I need to go I think I am good now", he pinned your hands on bed. "You are going to stay here and that's what I have decided", Childe said with his low voice binding your wrist to the chain attached to the bed post. You clearly were confused is this some kind of prank, he is capable of doing that. Your watched his movement, stroking your cheeks "How happy I am, you don't know", everything about him felt sick and foreign something is definitely wrong. "Re-remove this chain, why isn't it coming out? You said stuttering trying to remove chains."Childe its wrong don't do this".

❤️After rejecting Childe for almost a week you realized that he gives you all the love and affection one desires. He provided you with everything that you needed making you feel protected and happy, you were allowed to roam inside resident that he owned sometimes Childe does get paranoid but finds you in garden admiring the flowers. It was everything Childe ever wanted, he was the best he could ever ask for in his life, when he realized his darling loves him back and returns his hugs and kisses it's makes him smile like a happy toddler. He opened the doors of your room only to find you crying frustratedly did you had a nightmare? He rushed towards your curled up form, to comfort you and to protect you from them. He asked you what could possibly make you feel like this?

❤️ Instead you cried even more seeing you in this form made him really sad. Childe hugged you, letting you crying on his shoulder while his hands ran through your hair. He pated your back softly making you feel calm and forced you into telling him everything. Childe's face turned pale how can someone hurt you this bad? Marks on you skin he failed to realize it was given by your abuser? How could someone-? They are wishing for death ain't they and now it's going to be granted. His gorgeous s/o was hurt by them, they are going to taste cruelty, he wondered if he should skin them alive or kill them slowly. Childe's attention shifted on you, you were crying he wiped your tears "I am always here for you no one can harm you or else they will not go unharmed you will always be protected my love", he kissed your forehead slowly tugging you back in bed. You holded his hands close to your face and he hummed you a soft song filling you with positive yet comforting affirmations.

❤️It took Childe no time to find those jerks who hurt his s/o due to his connection and a sweet tongue someone will die a brutal death tonight, after wiping their disgusting blood off his face. Childe smiled now his darling can sleep peacefully, she must be waiting for him. He felt happy truly.

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liyuesbian · 3 years

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✧ 101 dalmatians!au [ayaka]

notes: ........this is actually an updated (not rly) version of my 101 dalmatians!au with seulgi on my kpop gg writing blog..... sorryyyy i'm not being lazy i promise!! i've just got back from holiday and am working on a ningguang x reader but it might take a while (i rly wanna perfect it) so this is a placeholder for now :p

you would occasionally spot kamisato ayaka in the park walking her dalmatian. she's well-known around the local area because of her older brother: the mayor of the city. in fact, you also have a dog of the same breed, which is what drew you to her in the first place—minus her eye-catchingly extravagant outfits and cute facial features.

your own dalmatian is wonderful. when you were ten years old, your christmas wish was to get a puppy. much to your younger self’s disappointment, santa claus had gifted you with a rather large—and older—"puppy" than you had imagined in your head. nevertheless, you treated the newly named pongo with as much love as you could give him.

fast forward about ten years later and here is the same pongo eagerly trying to gain your attention as you sit in front of your piano. you’re thinking of how best to go about composing the last few bars of a song you’re working on.

unbeknownst to you, the dalmatian had sneakily altered the time of the clock and is now motioning to the door, howling. you double-check the time on your wristwatch but despite the inconsistency, you decide to go for the daily walk and attach a leash to his collar. it seems like you have no other choice: pongo has your hat between his teeth and is scratching at the door handle. you laugh as you give in to your dog’s contagious enthusiasm, taking your fedora from his mouth.

with the leash in one hand and a ball in the other, you are manhandled—or should i say doghandled—as pongo drags you all the way to the park. he appears to be looking for something, but you dismiss it. you attempt to undo the clasp of the leash, failing when pongo suddenly dashes off.

“slow down, pongo!” you yelp. this kind of high-energy behaviour isn’t new to you but it certainly catches you off-guard. in the end, you let your dog indulge himself in his antics and you’re led to the edge of the lake where you take a seat and gasp for breath. goodness, you don’t think you’ve ever done so much running in your life.

exhausted, you fan yourself with your fedora and loosen the top button on your dress shirt. the grass underneath you feels nice to rest on compared to the wooden chair you’d been sitting on for the whole morning.

it takes you a second to notice your companion gazing at a certain animal behind you. turning around, you recognise the dalmatian who’s seized pongo’s eyes from her pink collar and apprehensively look up to the owner. she’s perched on a bench next to the dog with her signature fan and a book in her hands. in shock, you jerk your head forward and blink a few times.

should we move somewhere else?

as if sensing your uneasiness, pongo barks and jumps to grab your hat. you sigh but grin at his mischievous face.

“come on, pongo. give it back.” taking her eyes off the pages of her book, ayaka glances at you and your dog, the ends of her mouth curving up ever so slightly to form a smile which stays hidden behind the upright fan. you throw the ball lightly in an attempt to get him to drop your hat.

it doesn't quite work and instead, rolls in the direction of the occupied bench. perdita, ayaka's dalmatian, glimpses at it, trying to withhold the urge to play with the bouncy toy. ayaka chuckles which causes you to cease your glaring at pongo to face her. the ringing of her laugh is pleasant and something you haven’t noticed before.

if only i could hear it every day. gently, you hit your cheeks to awaken yourself from your thoughts.

pongo is now frolicking in circles with the captured hat, vying for the attention of ayaka's dog. while you’re battling a two-way argument in your head and one with your dalmatian, you feel a soft nudge on your thigh. perdita has given you the ball back, and you could hear pongo whimpering sadly. impressed, you pet perdita who reacts with a delightful pant. the female dalmatian glances at pongo and apathetically walks back to her owner, who attaches a leash. they start to walk away.

pongo yaps in surprise. quickly, he abandons your hat and is about to take off when you tell him to stay, which he does obediently. you could tell your dog is planning to go after perdita, but you don’t want him running around aimlessly so you fasten his leash.

as soon as you do though, you’re being hauled once again towards kamisato ayaka. the hyperactive dalmatian follows the blue-haired woman and playfully circles her, earning a giggle from the subject of interest. unfortunately for the both of you, your legs have gotten tied to hers.

“oh my, i'm very sorry about this!” you blush. of course, you’ve never been in such close quarters with her before making it all the more embarrassing but you don’t entirely regret this moment either… until you realise that with the both of you frantically trying to get out of the awkward position and your dog pulling at the leash, the result would be all three of you tethering on the edge of the lake and perdita helplessly grabbing onto her owner to prevent the fall.

“oh no.” a splash is heard throughout the park.

clothes damp, you sit in the shallow water in cold shock, finding yourself no longer tangled around the dog leash. next to you, ayaka stands up to try searching for her hat and fan which pongo finds and gives to you with an almost apologetic expression.

“it seems i've lost my belongings,” she says worriedly.

“don’t worry, i have the things you're looking for right here.” you hand her her possessions and fix her hair but to no avail.

“ah, thank you.” you brush her wet bangs to the side so she could see.

“i'm truly very sorry! i don’t know how we ended up in the lake of all things.” you apologise profusely to the bewildered lady and attempt to make things better by removing the plants from her clothes. meanwhile, pongo has shaken himself dry and is relaxing next to perdita.

gosh, what kind of situation have i gotten myself into?

“no, it’s alright, i'll just dry myself off for now.” you see ayaka fetching a… soaked handkerchief from her purse.

“hold on, i usually carry one in my pocket.” however, yours too, is also drenched. “oh—"

ayaka begins to giggle. dumbfounded, you laugh with her. both of your dogs glance at each other and back at the pair of you, cocking their heads. you thought the pleasant sound and amicable smile were the only things about her laughter that could make your heart swell but now, with ayaka right in front of you, you notice things you would’ve never been able to before. you witness how her eyes crinkle and close shut and how her cheeks balloon revealing an even more charming side to her. you wonder what it would be like if you could make her this happy all the time.

after helping ayaka out of the pond, you feel it wouldn’t be right to leave her to go home all doused in water.

“would it be possible to invite you to our house? we live close by so it would be no trouble at all if you want to dry off there. it would probably be very uncomfortable to journey home in this state and i can't bear to watch you attempt to.” shyly, you meet her eyes after your impromptu offer to see ayaka grinning.

“i think i'd like to accept that offer. i suppose it is your fault too!” she quips and jokingly nudges your shoulder.

you smile back and turn to face your dalmatian who you will whisper many thank yous to later in life.

#AGAIN IM SO SORRY IF U'VE READ THIS ALR but it only has 40 notes on my other blog and i rly love this au 😤#call me an attention seeker i do not care PWAHAHA #might do this again with my pride and prejudice!au LMAOOO i was also super proud of that but it only has 2 notes :')#ayaka x reader #ayaka #genshin #genshin impact #genshin ayaka #ayaka genshin impact #ayaka imagines #ayaka fluff #ayaka au #genshin x reader #kamisato ayaka #ayaka headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin au #genshin headcanons

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sweettodo · 3 years

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Rolling ⟿ Hisoka x fem!reader

Includes : praising, smut, watersports, consumption of alcohol, use of molly, swearing.

Word count : 4,8k

A/N, I haven’t really written something like this, I’ve never taken molly but I did sorta look it up, I don’t condone using molly, nor do I condone drinking. This smut is for the sole purpose of a little fun night.

••

"And who might you be?"

••

The event was at it’s prime, everyone chatting, drinking, eating, I hated the idea of coming but disregarded those thoughts the second I got ahold of some alcohol.

"I'm y/n, you?" The dark yet beautifully illuminated ballroom created a sparkle from my red gown, etching out my body to my liking. The tall man who stood two feet away from me devours me with his devilish yellow eyes; his charismatic smirk which quickly lured me in for more.

"Hm, I'm Hisoka, but enough about me. You're so exciting to look at, I must admit." I smile and blush, looking down at the rest of my dress.

"Thank you, what brings you here?" I change the subject, standing in the main area of the ballroom, the bar a reach away, I needed it.

"Ahh, just work business, and you?" While he talks, I observe what he's wearing; a black on black suit, his multicolored hair which was more or less intriguing.

"The same, I'm here with my Co. Owner." I smile, a server comes from Hisoka's right, a plate with champagne, he stands in front of us, I graciously take one and Hisoka does the same, thanking the waiter. His eyes slightly widen as he sips from the glass.

"A lady a charge?" He's tilted against the column, we look at each other intently, I kinda liked his vibe.

"Yep, what can I say!" I giggle, he retorts with a light chuckle, his low eyes captivating me more and more.

While you observed the man in front of you, you weren’t the only one, Hisoka was excited. He undressed you with his eyes so sensually, he could have ravaged you right there. The way your hair paired perfectly with your dress, your makeup was to impress others, you didn’t do this for yourself. You wanted people to look at you, Hisoka picked up on your undertoned confidence and he knew that he liked you. You also had a bite to your personality, he liked the power you held.

‘How have I not met her sooner?’

"Do you plan on going straight back to the hotel room? Or another party?" Hisoka shakes his thoughts out of his head, watching the pretty lady raise an eyebrow in return.

‘Another party? Well.. was I not invited or something?’ I shrug.

"I'd head to another party; if I had known one existed." I roll my eyes, he stands straight and turns around quickly, placing the empty glass on the high table next to us.

"It was more of a word of mouth thing; I'd be happy to take you as my plus one? But the scene might be different as you’re used to..."

"Who did you come with tonight?" I ask, changing the subject from the party for a light minute, wanting to be nosy, what if he had come with a woman.

"Just a few friends, god knows where they are." He jokes, I laugh, my fingers rolling the neck of my glass, swirling and swallowing the last sip of alcohol. The hot feeling in my stomach from the drink making me feel more loose and relaxed, ‘I could go with him to a party, where’s the harm?’

"We should." I nod simply, he smiles and wastes no time taking my empty glass from my hand. Swiftly placing it on a servers tray as the kid walked by. He signals for me to follow him. Leading the way and I follow close behind, my hand gently holding up the fabric of my dress so I don't trip, 'he was so tall', and quiet, who the fuck was this guy I've never even seen him before?

"Is it off base if I say that you strike me as very mysterious?" I toss my hunch out there, he looks back at me when we reach valet.

"I'd like to see myself as more of the withdrawn type." He sticks out his hand, I grab it, it was soft, his fingers long and lanky. He led me a few steps ahead when a car pulls up, opening the passenger side door of a black matte Camero; with red interior. 'Nice pick y/n' I do a little jig of accomplishment and slight excitement before he hops in the sports car.

He pulls the car out of park speedily and drives out of the culdesac.

"What do you do for work, Hisoka?" I ask him, he glanced at me, a hand holding his chin while his elbow sits on the middle console.

"I dip into a little of everything, call me an opportunist." He simply answers. There was a big lie right there, I've been able to pick apart things being true or false since childhood; my tack record never really failing me, he didn't need to know that.

"I own an agency, if you were curious."

But he assumed this. He guessed it when he recalled your name during tonights convo, she owned an agency, more like a school for beginning nen users, she raked in millions a year. A firecracker, determined and strong willed woman she was.

"My, quite fascinating, you must be of some talent, yeah?" He asks, a little of a misogynist thing to ask but I quickly shake it off, Hisoka speeds down the highway and I look out the front window.

"I guess." I hum, I glance at his hands, they kinda made me excited- the size...

Minutes later we arrive at a gated neighborhood, he swings his car through the entrance of the gates and I become excited, finally I could really get fucked up.

"Aren't we a little too overdressed for a house party?" I chuckle, he pulls up the the front of the house.

"This isn't your average party babygirl, no one cares what you'll be wearing." Babygirl? A slight cringe at how loosely he used the word. I furrow my eyebrows, before being able to question him someone is swinging open my door along with the drivers side. It was elegant- he looked... so good.

"Not my average party hu-" my mouth falls open a little before I look at him. I knew these some of these people. It was packed. But Hisoka never stopped shuffling through the crowd, leading me down the few stairs and ignoring any welcomes that came his way.

We reach a basement door, he knocks twice before opening it and he lets me in. There were a bunch of couches, a TV, a bar, kitchen etcetera. Everyone looked like they were rolling, drunk maybe?

No. Not rolling on the floor literally. But rolling on some type of psychedelic, or shitfaced for sure. My heart falls in my throat, baffled.

"I don't get into this kinda thing." I nervously chuckle, stepping away from him, he frowns, lifting his hand to my shoulder, caressing it.

"You will soon." I smirks, grabbing my hand and leading me deeper into the foyer. I look around, it looked fun, I wanted to feel it but I would leave myself open to being taken advantage of.

"Drink?" Standing in front of the bar, he pours vodka into a glass, I smirk. ‘Who was this man?’ I liked him, I ignore my slight anxiousness.

"Mhh, gladly; thank you." I hum, taking it from him, right as I'm about to drink from the glass he stops me, covering the opening of the glass with his palm.

"You'll be very- what's the word? Hot, if you drink that by the way." Referencing to the drink, is that what he did for a living, reeled women in to sex them up on molly and champagne?

"You want to take care of me? Hot and bothered Mr. Morow?" I lean into him, his head slightly dipped down so he can hear me, in all honesty, I already was hot and bothered. His bloodlust licking all over my body and seeping into my pores, he smelled amazing, the tone of his voice got me stirring in my shoes.

I look up at him through my thick eyelashes and he bites down onto his lip in anticipation on what was to come.

"You wanna get me vulnerable?" I reach up and scissor the fold of his black blazer, stroking it slightly, "you wanna take advantage of me Hisoka? Coulda’ just told me what you wanted from the jump." There had to have been something in the air.

While on the other end of things, Hisoka’s breath was quickly sucked out in a bit of a shock. His heart thudding a little faster than usual; god he could tear you up.

“I’m stronger than you think I am Hisoka,” I giggle. I was, I was always on my A game.

“What kind of man would that make me y/n?” He smirks, pressing his cheek against mine and whispering, “if I wanted to take advantage of you, I would’ve torn you to pieces before we even got into my car.” I gulp and pull away from him slowly, mustering up the courage and taking a swig out of the cup and his eyes widen, I stop halfway down the drink and press him to drink the rest.

“Go on, drink it Hisoka, you wanted to get me fucked up.” I chuckle, he pushes the cup and pours his own.

“Drink all of it, you wont regret it.”

••

My head was spinning, the walls dipping in and out, swirling, my third eye was 100% open for sure. I sat on the ‘L’ shaped couch, Hisoka diagonal from me sitting comfortably on the corner, we didn’t really talk. Or maybe we were talking? I really was out of it. I didn’t pay attention to the other party goers, there were around 30 people down here.

While he looked over at the wall, I started deep into his soul. The more I looked at him the more I envisioned him on top of me in some dimly lit room.

“Hmm, y/n, if you keep looking at me like that who knows what I’ll end up doing to you.” My eyes quickly snap up to meet his own.

I was so empty headed I didn’t have the capability of feeling embarrassed.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Hisoka’s dick slighty twitched in his pants. He was already pussywhipped.

He needed you.

He looked at me seductively, eyes low. I bit on my bottom lip; a one night stand wouldn’t hurt. It’s been so long, although you were so intoxicated you had no idea how this would go, nonetheless feeling much more bold.

Hisoka was right, you were hot. Your body throbbing, everything was definitely more sensitive, tingling almost.

Hisoka was restless, he knew that he was going to make you his little plaything.

He couldn’t help it; standing, he taps on your shoulder and ushers you up, grabbing your elbow and slightly dragging you down the darkened hallway, it made you dizzy, your eyes spiraling and colors accentuated and it made you see new weird versions of colors, ‘is this real?’

He opens a door and flicks on the light, your eyes needing to adjust to the weird vibrating walls.

You weren’t able to talk much, everything sounded foreign when it left your lips, like a jumble of noises so you held back talking. He shuts the door quickly and walking back towards you, towering over your body. Your heals slip off your feet when Hisoka is pushing you onto the bed, your legs slightly falling open and you stare at him through your lashes, looking like a whore.

He leans over you, his knees pressed on either side of your own, pinning your wrists back above your head, you bite down onto your tongue. Leaning into you, he dives into your neck, bitting and gnawing at the bit. You breathe out a slight whimper; almost undetectable.

Senses heightened, you felt like you could taste him already. He nibbles and licks down the v line of your dress, he radiated a hot and intense vibe, you were stunned. You were also beyond horny.

Hisoka moves his knee up to your cunt, you gasp when he applies the littlest pressure. He pulls up and looks at you.

“I can feel your heartbeat on my knee.” He states, I blush and look away.

“That’s because I’m horny.” I admit, he smirks and uses one of his hands to tuck hair back.

“Are you now... what can we do about that?” He purrs, mouth pressed against your ear and you shivered. Tugging slightly against his grip, he releases you, your hands land on his chest, trailing down and unbuttoning the single button on his black blazer.

“No Hisoka, what are you going to do about that?” You send him a smug look and push him off you slightly, you felt confident so why not have a little more fun than usual.

“My my, are you insinuating you’re going to use me?”the undertone of sarcasm made you laugh, you push up onto your knees and he falls on his back.

“Mhm, I’m going to fuck you until all your kids are dumped into me.” Lifting up your dress slightly so you could straddle his waist, he stares at you with his tongue being pinched by his teeth.

You roll your hips as you tug apart the strings that kept your dress closed, watching him as you smirked, he picked up quickly what you were doing and bunched up your dress from your legs, slowly taking it off and over your body, throwing it to the side, he sits up; and since his legs still hung off the bad, this was easier for him to sit comfortably and as close to you as possible.

His hands tickle down your sides, ending up at your lower back as he pulls you into his grasp tightly, grinding against his dick in the process. You lean back slightly, pushing the blazer off of him and he shimmies it off, you start unbuttoning this shirt and his hands caress your butt, following your tailbone and gripping.

You push off his shirt and he was breathtaking. His toughly toned chest, hard as a rock. Abs galore, his shoulders broad and his biceps huge.

“Let me know when you’re done staring.” You roll your eyes and let him toss the shirt on the floor.

You were definitely disoriented, but aware enough to consent but you were 100% felt empty headed besides the fact you could smell colors. Neither was Hisoka, he looked at you while he sworn you were moving so much more slow, you weren’t; but he thought you were teasing him.

He moves his hands to explore your body, feeling your soft and warm skin. His hands knead your boobs, like it was something he’s never felt before.

You push yourself off of him, “stand up and get on the bed fully.” You demand, he stands, but before he can plop back down, you unclasp the button on his slacks, hesends you a smug glance, looking down at your small hands compared to his wide waist, he was going to absolutely fucking obliterate you and you had no idea.

“You won’t be in charge for long my love, but I suppose I’ll let you have your fun.” Hisoka whispers, you could’ve fallen apart right there, but you held it together for the sake of the challenge he bestowed upon you.

He tugs his slacks off and you watch him with puppy eyes, the air coming from his nose hitched, you didn’t even bother to look at how hard he was, while he stares down at you, your hand climbs the back of his neck, standing on your toes more to kiss him.

Once you guys find yourself deep in a messy make out session, he taps your ass so he can pick you up. You jump a little and wrap your legs around his hard waist, feeling so high up you didn’t even know if he was really this tall or if it could be being literally high off molly altered your state.

He drops down onto the bed, you gasp when his clothed dick slides across your clothed cunt, it sat against your stomach as you looked down and your eyes widen, looking at how... how fucking big he was.

He scooches back so his head upper body is against the headboard.

“You seem intimidated, are you scared I’ll break you?” The smug look on his face made you laugh.

“Nope.” You were lying right through your fucking teeth. You were terrified; his cock was fucking huge.

You roll circles against his throbbing cock as you both took turns sucking and biting on each others necks, he left strong hickies and bite marks all over your chest.

He was so close to coming which was extremely unlike him, he could last for so long and was pissed that the drugs were bringing him so close to the edge.

“I’m giving you a few more minutes before I’m taking control.” He hums, you allow him to take control prematurely.

“Take control of me now Hisoka.” You purr in his ear, he takes action, swiftly pushing you up and slipping your panties down your thighs and shoving you on your back so your head was on the pillows.

He rips your panties off, you kick them off your ankle and his hand trails up your abused chest, hand gripping your neck. You were seeing fucking stars, literally? You didn’t know you were so high; but you did notice the peak was slowly ending.

You stick your hand down and it falls into the waistband of his boxers, he grabs your wrist and throws it back at you. “Don’t touch me.” He snarled, knowing it sounded rude, this was only because he was so close to nutting that if she even do much as stroked him he’d bust.

He tugs at his boxers and while your swollen lips and sliding his tongue in your mouth, you feel his sly hand rubbing your thigh and opening it, his hand grabs the headboard and the other one is holding your thigh open widely.

“You gonna let me put it in?” You whisper a little sassy, he looks at you with mean- intense eyes.

“My love, you won’t be able to as much move when I’m done with you, keep the attitude to a minimum.” He growls, your leg wrapping around his back and as he pins your thigh down, Hisoka knowing you were about to attempt to slam your legs closed.

He slowly slides into your dripping pussy. All he could think about was being enveloped in your hot walls. Savoring the feeling, he had enough self control to slowly enter into you. Your eyebrows furrowing and your mouth falling open, you watch him slowly fill you up.

You couldn’t even think of words, or noises for that matter, your brain drowning in loud red colors and your eyes were only looking at him, you didn’t even know what the room around you looked like. You were spinning, your body felt like it was trembling and twitching. He gives a tiny thrust to finish filling you up and your legs jolt, attempting to squeeze shut when he hits your cervix. It hurt so bad, you wince and your eyes screw shut.

He on the other hand was captivated by your beautiful body and scent, he couldn’t wait to watch you fall apart and drip cum all over him.

Hisoka pulls back, the pain making things feel a little more real; you look into his eyes, his golden eyes, pupils dilated from the drug- as he swears he can feel every nerve in your twitching cunt. Lowly, he lets out a little chuckle before yanking your leg up further and he picks up the pace, it was so sensual. You never made love but if it was anything like this and you didn’t even know the man? This was a culture shock.

You glance up at his bicep, trailing up towards the headboard, his hand clenches tighter on the headboard, you see him begin to white-knuckle the wood and your eyes widen, glancing at him. Seconds later, he has your face twisting into immense pleasure when the pace picks up, he releases your thigh from his grasp and grabs your throat, leaning in and licking slowly down your jawline, the pounding of his cock into your pussy feeling euphoric, your head spun, lacking oxygen, still high, you can tell he had finished his peak, his thrusts becoming more stable.

The snapping of Hisoka’s hips, you were finally able to get the clogged up moans that begged to come out. Finally, when he heard your moan, he began sweating. His hair becoming a little slick, falling down to his shoulders.

“O-h my god.” You groan, your stomach tightening, you wrap your arm around his neck and his flexed arm hold him up neck to your head.

“You want me to fuck you harder pretty girl?” Hisoka grunts, you let out a whine, fingers intertwining into the hair at his scalp.

“Yes please.” You mewl; this is was his moment to really get down to business, he pushes off the rattling headboard. He swiftly gets off of you, but roughly shoving you by your shoulder onto your hands and knees, he rips your arms from underneath you, causing you to fall harshly into the bed; holding them tight while he reaches off the side of the bed and picks up his tie.

His dick sitting pretty between your ass cheeks- hard as a rock, he ties you up. You bite down on your bottom lip, almost sad you couldn’t rub your hands all over him and touch him.

“God, your pussy is so pretty.” He mumbles, pulling your cheeks opposite from each other so he can get the view of the pretty cunt he was about to tear up. He spits onto your already dripping pussy before quickly picking up where he left off, the difference being he didn’t hesitate to pound hard into your cervix. You let out a screech and attempt to move away but he grounds your hips and gives you strong thrusts, not holding back, Hisoka disregarding your little screams from the pain.

“Does that hurt? You’re so fucking tight; no wonder it hurts so bad.” He grits, angrily fucking me. You become more and more vocal, screaming into the mattress. You pleaded for him to untie you.

“Y-you’re fucking ruthless H-Hisoka,” you moan between thrusts, he chuckles.

Hisoka was so close to coming, it took him more willpower then he’d like to admit. He brings his hand up and slams it down onto your ass. The slap ringing through the room.

You let out a throaty groan, tears soaking the bedsheet from your eyes. You had gotten used to the pain, but he filled every crevice in your pussy, you could feel absolutely everything, from his veins to his cock twitching.

You’re so close to releasing, his name falling out of your mouth incoherently and swears following the screams. Hisoka groaned and held down your arch so he could drill into you. You screamed, for mercy? His dick nor himself cared how bad far he was reaching. He brings his hand down again into a hard slap, you cry out and moan. He loved it, encouraging him to go faster. “My god, princess, you enjoy me hurting you with my cock and my hand? What else can I do to you?” You whine and you feel your juices drip down your thigh, you can came and didn’t even know it. Hisoka pulls out and listens to you moan, groan and cry while your legs shake and smirks.

“Untie me please, Hisoka I need to touch you.” You whine, he rubs your ass.

“Hmm well, I could, but I won’t.” He yanks you up by the hair and hair hand runs down your throat, your throat was dry, makeup running down your flustered face. He could come just looking at your face. He never felt that way before, it had to be the heightened senses from the drugs.

He sits against the headboard once again and without untying you he pulls you by your thighs and slowly pushes you down onto his cock. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, hissing when he grabs you by the hips and shoved himself into you.

He stares at your pretty lace bra and disheveled face as he bounces you up and down, your mouth forming a perfect ‘o’, practically going cross eyes he was reaching so deep into you. “Y-you’re so big.” You whine, unable to look into his eyes because you could barely keep them open.

“You’re taking my cock so well.” His chest riding and falling, it wasn’t as fast as he liked but he knew he was filling you up as much as he could, fitting his cock into your pussy as he pleased.

He flexed his back, lifting you still and snapping his hips into you. You practically collapse, hair sticking to your forehead and drool coming from your mouth. You scream and your legs begin to quiver.

“A-Ah! I need to pee” You wail as you feel another orgasm wash over your body, he doesn’t slow down but he remains at the same speed, only making the orgasm stronger, he moves a hand and rubs your bud in a pressurized circular motion. A mixture of piss and cum gushes out of your beaten pussy and you have no control of your body, falling forward onto his shoulder and he catches you.

The sound of wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, not stopping you even whilst releasing. He was so thrilled seeing you squirt all over him. Smirking slyly.

“Do you want me to fill you with my seed pretty girl? Have my kids pour out of that tight little pussy?” He grits, moving you back down onto your back and pulling up your numb legs. He needed to come in you now. Drilling into you like no tomorrow. You begged for him to untie you again and again.

He didn’t listen, brutally fucking you. Fucking you so hard your walls clenched so hard he could barely reach as deep. He was so close, Hisoka panting as he begins feeling dizzy, his dick twitched before abruptly stopping, slowly thrusting after a moment, hitched breathing and sweat dripping into your crunched up stomach.

Coincidentally, the slow thrusts made you orgasm again, convulsing and your muscles twitching as you both chased one of the strongest climax you’ve each had. Sniffling and trying to stop the tears, your ass and pussy still twitching as he pulled out of you, he stared sensually at your cunt, watching his own seed spill out of you.

After a few moments, he stops himself from falling in love with your cunt that he just stretched out to fit his desire. He lifted you up by the tied arm and slipped his tie off your wrists, setting you free.

Before you’re able to do anything, he runs his fingers up your slit slowly and carefully, picking up both of your cum, he lifts his hand and grabs your jaw, you instantly open your mouth and stick your tongue out, he sticks his two fingers down your throat and you suck on them, swallowing some of his seed. “Good girl, I didn’t even have to tell you.”

You wipe under your eyes and he smirks.

“We could stay here for the night, or we can go back to my place?” He hums in question. You just drop your back onto the bed. Trying to compose yourself.

“Yeah.” You sigh, panting slightly, he hands you his shirt and you slip it on and button it up.

This was the first time you were now looking around to see where you were, the high slowly reaching an end. You wondered what time it was, hoping to find a clock. Hisoka looks at his phone, ‘1:30am’ it read. He and you had both taken the drug at 9.

He slips on his pants and opens the foreign closet, he didn’t know what to find but when he saw a black t shirt he took it and slipped it on, it fit. He snoops through the closet and tries to find pants for you. He sees a pair of basketball shorts and tosses them towards you, you catch them and try to move as little as possible.

He sees you struggle to put them on and smiles, biting his tongue to prevent him from saying something arrogant. He was so fucking tickled that he fucked your legs into becoming numb and paralyzed.

He steps over at you and crouches down, he grabs the waistband and slips them over your legs. He should’ve warned you his dick would hurt you so bad, but he was so high he didn’t even think to mention it. Hisoka takes your hand and gently leads you to your feet. You feel like your organs had been shifted and you felt empty and cold.

As you and him quietly make your way through the house, people still resides there and the music was as loud as when you first arrived, no one really paid you any mind; which surprised you because your hair was a rats nest and you looked homeless. Barefoot, you and him walk to his car, more like limped.

“I feel like I’ve been split in half.” You mumble as Hisoka helps you into the car, he chuckles. While shutting the door and quickly making his way to the drivers side, he slides in and instantly starts the car.

He begins to drive down the road and out of the gated neighborhood, he puts his hand on your trembling thigh, glancing over at your wrecked face.

“My love, just wait til’ you see what I have waiting for you when we get home.”

#hisoka smut #anime #hisoka #hxh x reader #hxh headcanons #Hisoka stan #lemon #water sports #I’m sorry I’m a Hisoka stan #hisoka x reader

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mackeydoodledoo · 3 years

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The Fifth Lord: Chapter 3

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu and (Fem!Dragon)Reader [non-romantic], Bela Dimitrescu x (Fem!Dragon)Reader

Summary: Your name is Y/n Dracul; The only ‘mutant’ that doesn’t have the Cadou Parasite. You already have some sort of power that impressed Mother Miranda; you were the first known Human-Dragon Hybrid. Although you have your own house, “House Dracul”. Your ‘house’ itself is basically an unused wing of Castle Dimitrescu.

Warnings: Okay so- this chapter and onward is going to be sad, screaming, attempted murder

A/N: So like- I’m sad :) but enjoy

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"Bela?" You call out, an echo reverbing throughout the stone walls

No response.

"Bela!" You call out once more

Again, no response. You begin freaking out. Your legs pivot up the stairs exiting the dungeon area.

Her scent is getting stronger... Bela you better be-

Just as you stop at the entry way to the room before the kitchen, you can easily smell Bela's scent in the pile of crystallized chunks.

"B-Bela?..." You whimper, falling to your knees

Not even thinking you only just try to clump the chunks together in an attempt to bring her back to life. Despite the window was wide open and she was way beyond coming back.

"N-no no no no no...." You whimper again, "Bela... Bela no... Come back... NO!!!!!!!"

Not caring about who was around, you let out a human scream that turned into a dragon roar, shattering whatever glass was near you.

"Dracul?!" Alcina calls from a distance, coming closer, "Dracul what on earth happ-"

Alcina's voice trails off as you look up at her, tears waterfalling down your cheeks as you hold a small pile of Bela's remains in your arms.

"I'm-I'm sorry my lady I heard Bela but- I... I came too late..." you whimper, attempting to hold in your sobs, "I'm sorry..."

Alcina pats your head gently. You were expecting to have Alcina's claws sink into your face for not protecting her. But it never came.

"We must get Daniela and Cassandra," Alcina states, "You go look for Daniela and I'll look for Cassandra."

Alcina turns her heel and walks out from where she walked in. You had just kneeled where you were; trying to process what happened. However, you knew you couldn’t just sulk.

That man will pay...

However, you couldn’t help BUT sulk. You later find yourself in one of the daughters' bathrooms, not caring whose. You had gotten yourself some water to ease the hoarseness in your throat from the roar you had let out not too long ago.

"She's gone isn't she buddy?..." You look down into your pocket

Mysteriously the fly Bela had left behind right before your Lord meeting earlier that day had survived.

"Bela...." you whimper

Out of anger your threw the glass right at the mirror and screamed. Human screamed. No ounce of dragon in that scream.

“BELA!!!!” You scream, sobbing once again

You look at yourself in the shattered mirror and you were shocked. In some of the shattered parts of the mirror were you... Your human form and...

“Bela?” You ask, calmly this time

The reflection only smiles.

That damn smile...

You rub your tear filled eyes as you try to get a better image of her. However, that reflection was gone. Along with your human form. Just you and your dragon form.

“Okay buddy,” You say, snapping out of your sulkiness, “Let’s go find Daniela.”

As you stumble through the castle, you just replay the image of Bela smiling at you over and over. Beginning to sulk once more.

I will never see that smile ever again.... That man will pay....

You look up and notice the opera room; what used to be the place you and Bela would practice music at, you could no longer hear Bela's soothing voice soothe your pain. Steam comes out of your mouth and nose as you try to calm your breathing. However to no avail.

Steady your breathing y/n.... Keep it steady....

As you tour around the opera room, you look down at the piano. You were never great at it yourself however, one of your claws presses a note. However, you were mysteriously brought into a memory.

Is it... My memory?

It was Bela’s. You watched as Bela played the piano and sang. She looks over and sees you. Smiling and with your eyes closed.

“I’d always listen to her with my ears,” You smiled

Bela looks out and noticed her two sisters and Alcina come walking in on your personal concert now turned into a concert. As you continued to reminisce in Bela’s memory, you heard a gunshot. A familiar faint scent envelops around your nose.

"Lady Daniela..." you whisper to yourself

You run to the Iron barred door and rip off the bars off of its hinge. You bust down the door and your eyes meet a horrifying sight.

"I... Don't wanna... Die...." Daniela's last words had echoed into your memory

"Daniela!!!!" You scream

You run over to her crumbling body. However just as you pushed Ethan Winters out of the way, you attempted to grab onto Daniela's hand; but crumbles just as you grabbed onto it.

"You.... Monster...." You growl, visible steam and smoke emitting from your nose and mouth

Ethan cocks his gun at you, ready to shoot at you if need be.

"You... will PAY FOR THIS!!!" You scream

Just as you screamed, your head turns to him as fire exits your mouth, severely burning him. He staggers back as you sit in front of Daniela's crumbled remains. In shock from the action you had just done.

How-how did I do that? I never did that before...

You snap yourself back into reality and grab Daniela's Crystal Torso and run out of the library. You trip over the carpet as soon as you exit the library. You turn your body midair to protect Daniela’s remains as you took the impact of the floor.

"I’m sorry I came too late Lady Daniela," You say, adjusting yourself to kneel

You cradle the torso in your arms, placing your forehead onto the neck of the torso.

"I heard screaming, what happened-"

Like deja vu, you look up at Alcina once more, sobbing. However, what was different was that you were able to get Daniela's remains before Ethan could.

"I....I-I managed to breathe fire My Lady," you choke on a sob, "I b-burned him but... I grabbed Daniela's remains before he could so that-"

"Give her to me child," Alcina hold back her cries

You pass on Daniela's remains into her mothers' arms.

"I haven't found Cassandra yet," Alcina sighs, tears beginning to fall down her face, "Would you go find her for me?"

"As you wish my lady," you say, standing onto your feet

You follow Alcina out of the library and part ways into the castle. You had only gone so far until you slumped against the wall, still trying to process two deaths in a single day. You felt little legs crawling up to your should and to your neck.

“come on y/n,” You talk to yourself, “Ge yourself together...”

You shove your face into your hands, sobbing quietly. You couldn’t believe Bela and Daniela were gone... You felt the presence of someone else in front of you, but you were too upset to move your hands away from your face. However, you felt gentle hands touch yours and they move your hands from your face. You look up.

“B-Bela? Lady Daniela?” You ask, sniffling

They both smile at you. Daniela pats your head as Bela cups your cheek, kissing you on the forehead.

What?... What’s this feeling? I’m no loner sad?...

You look up at them once more but they were gone. You stand there, again, trying to process what the hell just happened.

Lady Bela and Daniela?... How were you here?... How Bela? How were you able to give me this much comfort when the both of you are dead in the same day?...

As you pass through the courtyard, you notice majority of the turned maidens were dead. You enter the main doors, pass through the dining room and enter the main hall.

“Cassandra! A word!” Alcina calls

Like a puppy following orders from their owner, Cassandra appears.

“What is that man up to?” She asks, “You’re my daughter! Now act like it!”

“Of course mother!” She says, worriedly, dispersing

“And you!” She screams at you, easily seeing you in the doorway, “You see him, kill him on sight!”

“Yes my lady,” You say, “But- Lady Cassandra-”

“Keep an eye on her,” Alcina states, calmly, “I can’t afford to lose my last daughter....”

You could easily see the tears in her eyes. She tries to hide them from you however, you easily saw the Vampire lord breaking. You had already broke... Your eyes could no longer produce tears. You see the smiles of Daniela and Bela from when you slumped against the wall in the hall you were in before you showed up into the main part of the castle.

“My Lady-” You say, looking up at her, “I loved them too...”

“I know...” She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, “Just- watch over Cassandra...”

“As you wish my lady,” You say

You take off into the castle, searching for where Cassandra had gone off to. You watch Alcina walk off into another part of the castle. You search almost search the entire castle however, you find yourself back into the main hall.

“Have you found Cassandra yet?” Alcina comes up to you

“Nope,” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose

Before you could answer Alcina further, an image of both Bela’s remains and Daniela crumbling in front of you. Your fingers run through your hair roughly and you begin crying. You didn’t know what Alcina was doing until she knelt in front of you.

“I watched them My Lady...” You cry, finally looking at her, “I couldn’t reach them in time... I was too late for Bela... Daniela died in front of me... I can’t shake it off...”

“My dear,” She sighs, wrapping her long arms around you into an embrace, “You did all you can...”

“Shouldn’t you be slicing me to ribbons by now My Lady?” You ask

“Why would I now?” she asks, “You are like a daughter to me.”

[A/N: Momma D, Momma D, Momma D, Momma D!!!!!!]

“My Lady?” You ask, looking up at her

The it hit you; when you were a teen, when you first came to the lords as a Lord in Training, Mother Miranda had basically passed you onto Alcina. Alcina raised you. It was true that Mother Miranda had given you a second chance, but it was Alcina that had given you life in your supposed meaningless life. She became the mother-figure you never had.

“Deary?” She calls to you

You look up at her, teary eyed. You jump up and wrap your arms around her neck, engulfing her into a hug. She stands up as you now hold onto her for dear life.

“O-okay now child,” She tries to hide her tears for you

She lets you down as you begin wiping your tears but still looking up at her.

“Do you feel better?” She asks

You nod.

“Good,” She smiles, “Now, go search where you have yet to search for Cassandra.”

You nod again as she makes her leave from the main hall. You had made the realization that you had yet to explore the upstairs, thus- you ascend the staircase and walk into the hall on your right; noticing an open door. A hidden door that was open.

Not so secret now though...

You step through the door you slowly make your way down the hall. You stop when you felt a tickling on your side. You lift your shirt and notice Bela’s fly on your skin, migrating onto your finger.

“Don’t worry buddy,” You say, gently petting it, “You’ll be safe with me. I promise you that I’ll keep you warm this time.”

This time?... Right...

The bug nuzzles your petting finger. You never seen any fly do this before, you thought it was the most adorable thing ever.

A fly for a familiar? Pet? No.... It’s more than just a pet... It’s the last I have of Bela...

You put the bug into your inside pocket and continue your way down the hall.

Chapter 4

#bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #bela is my wife #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village #house dimitrescu #house beneviento #house moreau #house heisenberg #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #karl heisenberg #mother miranda

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tchallasbabymama · 3 years

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Troubled Waters Chapter Four

Hey, yall! Here’s the next chapter of Nia and T’Challa’s journey. I’m super proud of this one (I’m proud of all my work, but still.) With the help of @wordsfromthelivingghost being a bomb ass beta reader, I think this is some of my best work yet. And I’m only gonna get better!

Check out my masterlist to read my other stories (and catch up on this one if you’re new here.) I love when y’all talk to me and share my work so others can discover it, so hit those comment and reblog buttons. Also, be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged in anything. Enjoy!😘

Word count: 8,894

CW: A little blood and cutting but NOT for self-harm reasons. If it bothers you, skip the second half of the scene at Kokou’s temple.

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Nia pressed her cheek to the window, careful not to smudge the thin line of white clay painted down the center of her face. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth hung slightly open as she watched Wakanda zoom by from hundreds of feet in the air. She had always loved seeing what the world looked like from above, but it had been years since she last got to enjoy the view. When she was young, Amare would carry her in his arms as he flew high above the ground to give her a taste of what she so desperately wanted: to feel the wind beneath her nonexistent wings.

T’Challa half-watched Nia from his seat off to the side of the cabin as he flipped through news articles on his kimoyo beads. As they flew over a statue of Bast in her full panther form, he could tell the bright blue light radiating from the tunnel beneath the goddess intrigued her. Her head tilted slightly to the left, and he turned off his beads right as she turned around with a question on her lips.

“That’s Mt. Bashenga,” T’Challa answered prematurely as he stood and made his way over to the window, looking out at his kingdom as Okoye steered the Royal Talon over the Mining province.

“Why’s it glowing?”

“Vibranium.”

“Ohhh.” Nia thought back to the human history books she read as a child that told their story of the founding of Wakanda. Obviously, they had censored the part about aziza, but she still found their revisionist history fascinating. “That’s where the meteorite landed, right?”

T’Challa nodded, impressed by her knowledge.

“Ubaba always said vibranium was ‘the humans’ magic’,” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

T’Challa was mildly shocked. He had never considered it that way, but he supposed it was sort of otherworldly what they were able to do with the substance. In comparison to other humans, anyway.

Okoye kept her focus on flying the ship, but T’Challa couldn’t help but spot the slight glow that emanated from Nia’s skin while she ogled the scenery. The king reflected on the description of aziza he had read the day before and remembered that it mentioned their luminous skin. He had noticed that even when she was standoffish towards him, she seemed to radiate light from the inside out, but seeing her literally light up in excitement brought him joy.

When Birnin Zana came into view, Nia’s eyes curiously trailed along the tributaries that moseyed through the metropolis and she was reminded of the magic realm’s big city, Birnin Umlingo. She smiled fondly at how similar they were despite the fact that Birnin Zana was so much bigger. It was nestled between rolling hills and sharp cliffsides, and she was pleasantly surprised to see all the lush greenery dispersed throughout the city. There were small parks everywhere and most of the roofs were topped with well-kept gardens. The skyscrapers and apartment buildings stretched to the sky like the trees that lined the streets, but Nia was almost blinded when the sun bounced off of an impressive structure in the middle of the city. Two almost conical, shining towers spiraled up from an ancient foundation that swirled around the base like the flowing tributary that surrounded most of it like a moat. The towers were connected by a long bridge about a third of the way up and despite her amazement, Nia couldn’t help but wonder why they had to build two towers instead of just one.

“Bast, is that the palace?” She pointed up ahead.

T’Challa smirked proudly. He never tired of seeing the dual vibranium spires that towered over even the tallest skyscrapers throughout the city.

“It is,” he said proudly.

“It’s so big,” she whispered, then turned to look at him. “Does it ever feel empty?”

He furrowed his brows, making a little crease appear between them that Nia found endearing. “How do you mean?”

“Well, it’s just you and your family that live there, right?”

The king nodded.

“Then why do you need so much space? And why two instead of just one? It seems so unnecessary.”

Okoye bit the inside of her lip to keep from snickering at Nia’s sincere inquiries. She wasn’t too keen on Nia and wasn’t quite sure why she was there, but she had worked for T’Challa long enough to know he didn’t like people questioning him.

“I don’t- it’s not just...look.” He pointed back out the window to distract her, and Nia whipped her head around to watch their descent to the landing pad in front of the palace.

The three of them exited the Talon, but instead of entering T’Challa’s gratuitously large home, they made a left and walked through the palace gates and into the bustling streets of Birnin Zana. Nia had been to the big city before when she was young, but it seemed like it had exploded over the last couple of decades. It had always been a busy hub of commerce for the Merchant tribe, but business owners from the other tribes had moved there in droves over the past few years to get a piece of the pie.

The three of them passed through the financial district with ease. Nia kept her neck craned to look up at the tall banks, corporate offices, and massive parking garages filled with hovercars. In the distance, she saw an arena and she wondered what took place there. Did they have many concerts? Sporting events? She made a mental note to ask about that later and continued to take in her surroundings. The maglev trains zooming by high above the street caught her attention, and her eyes widened. She had never been on a train before.

They eventually made it to Three Step Town, the cultural hub of the city and Nia looked on in awe at the various businesses that surrounded them. Once again, she was reminded of Birnin Umlingo as she looked around at the diversity that surrounded her. Most of the older folks were dressed in the traditional clothing of their tribes, but the younger Wakandans seemed to prefer a more modern look. They really were a spectacle. Some people had brightly colored manes and shining vibranium tattoos that decorated their skin, and the sight had Nia’s wheels turning. She had never really experimented much with her look, but they were giving her the inspiration to try something different.

Just as Nia began to ponder what body modification would look good on her, she felt someone grab her and yank her to the side of the street. She began to protest right as a streetcar full of people rolled by. Nia turned to thank her savior, smiling sheepishly when she realized it was Okoye.

“Watch where you’re going,” the general warned harshly and let go of Nia’s arm. The two of them joined T’Challa as he spoke to a snaggletoothed young boy who had proudly shown him the Black Panther action figure that he carried everywhere. The boy’s parents thanked the king for being so polite before they said goodbye and went on their way. Nia’s heart warmed a little at seeing T’Challa be so kind to them. He could have easily ignored the family or had Okoye intervene, but he seemed to enjoy interacting with his people. As the three of them continued on their journey, a small smile pushed up the corners of Nia’s mouth knowing he wasn’t as arrogant as she assumed.

Nia was almost overwhelmed by the many shops they passed by. She could buy anything she wanted: jewelry, instruments, furniture, hats. It seemed like they had everything. However, she came to a halt when they walked by a store with colorful, hand-woven baskets hanging out front. The old lady that ran the shop noticed Nia staring and came forward to help her pick one out, but paused when she saw that the king was standing beside her. She saluted him fondly and turned to face his companion.

“Excuse me, how much for this one?” Nia asked the shopkeep as her fingers ran over the intricate patterns along the sides of a mid-sized sweetgrass basket.

“For you it is free,” the older woman said through a bright smile that crinkled her eyes. Before Nia could protest, she had already taken it down and pushed it into her arms.

“Are you sure? I can pay-”

“Just tell people where you got it,” the woman winked before going back inside to help a customer that was ready to check out.

Nia couldn’t believe how kind the woman had been to give her the gift, but her amazement was cut short by T’Challa leaning in close and ruining the moment.

“Just one of the perks of traveling with the king,” he teased.

Nia rolled her eyes and stepped away from him, continuing down the street with her basket swinging in the crook of her elbow. She had been so caught up in her surroundings that she hadn’t noticed the stares from passersby and began to get a little self-conscious. A few people even snapped a picture or two of the king and his elusive friend, some of which would surely end up on gossip blogs by the end of the day.

Her nervousness was short-lived and quickly got replaced with longing when they turned the corner and walked right through the food district. Not only did the colorful produce stands call to her, but the smells of curries and grilled meats continuously pulled her attention from left to right. However, when a deliciously sweet aroma tickled her nose, she stopped dead in the middle of the road.

“Where is that coming from?” Nia sniffed the air and veered off the main street as she followed the scent to a man that was serving up deep-fried sweet plantain on a stick, drizzled with chocolate. T’Challa kept a close eye on Nia but stayed back and let her wander up to the dessert cart alone. He watched as she engaged the man in conversation and saw her come alive when she tasted the sample he provided her. A small smile crept up the king’s face, but his amusement was cut short by Okoye clearing her throat next to him.

“My king,” she started, and he turned slightly in her direction, nodding for her to continue as he kept his eyes on Nia. “If I may...what exactly is her purpose here with us?”

“Nia is a devotee of Bast, and I believe she may be helpful in our attempts to understand what has happened to her,” he stated matter-of-factly.

Okoye sensed his unwillingness to go further into detail and grew quiet again as Nia damn near skipped back over to them with her hands full.

“Here you go,” Nia sang as she held out two of the desserts for them to take. “He saw I was with the king and gave me three for free!”

Neither of them was hungry, but they just couldn’t say no to her big, childlike eyes.

“Thank you,” T’Challa waved to the man behind the counter and took a bite of the dessert, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “Mmm”

“See? It’s amazing,” Nia said with a mouth full of plantain. Even Okoye had to agree.

The three of them ate their midmorning snack as they strolled through the streets, eventually making their way to a much quieter section on the outskirts of the busy city center. Just as Nia finished licking the last bit of chocolate from the wooden stick, she came face to face with an ancient-looking stone building that didn’t quite fit the vibe of the modern neighborhood. Her eyes zeroed in on the large statue at the entrance. It was a being with the body of a man and the head of an ibis holding a scroll in one hand and a staff in the other.

“Welcome to the flagship branch of the Wakandan Public Library,” T’Challa said proudly.

While Nia loved a good library, she was a little confused about why they were there. “I thought we were going to a temple.”

T’Challa wiggled his eyebrows as he stepped past her, climbing the steps with Okoye in tow, “This is the temple.”

Nia’s curiosity got the best of her, and she followed behind the king and his general. They threw their sticks away in the trash cans outside of the doors that swished open as they approached. Nia hadn’t expected the building to have such modern technologies based on the look of it, but she surmised the library would have a few more surprises up its sleeves.

“Kumkani wam!”

All three of their heads turned towards the woman behind the large marble desk as she scrambled to salute the king, dropping the small stack of books from her arms. T’Challa quickly rounded the desk and smiled at her as he crouched down to pick the books off of the floor. Before she could stoop down to help him, he had already placed them neatly on the desk.

“T-thank you, my king,” the woman stammered and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Never in her life had she imagined she would be so close to royalty, much less her biggest crush. “What can I do for you?”

“Well…” he started, trailing off to get her name.

“Fatima, sir.”

“What a beautiful name,” he flirted innocently and leaned on the cool marble as Nia and Okoye both fought their eyes from rolling to the ceiling. Okoye was used to his flirtatious manner making women swoon at his feet, but it still irked her to no end. They had a job to do, and he was wasting time. Nia, however, felt the tiniest tinge of something deep in her gut as she watched him make eyes at the beautiful librarian. She waved it off as annoyance since she still wasn’t the king’s biggest fan. Adding “womanizer” to her list of reasons not to like him certainly tipped the scales further away from him, balancing out his actions from earlier.

Fatima giggled as she struggled to make eye contact with the handsome king, “Thank you, your highness.”

“Please, call me T’Challa,” he implored, resting his hand over his heart and flashing his irresistible smile.

“Oh, no. I couldn’t do that-”

“I insist.”

Okoye cleared her throat, and T’Challa’s eyes reluctantly shot in her direction.

“Anyway, Fatima, we were wondering if Abdu is in today,” T’Challa continued as he straightened up and stood to his full height, making Fatima swoon even more in his presence. Her eyes wandered down to his chest, but she snapped out of it and attempted to look him in the eye. Her knees nearly buckled under the intensity of his gaze, but she stood firm.

“Y-yes, he is, my ki-”

T’Challa reprimanded her with a simple raise of his right eyebrow, and she quickly corrected herself.

“I mean, T’Challa,” Fatima giggled once more. “I’ll go get him for you.”

“Thank you, Fatima,” he smiled down at her, watching as she walked away with a pep in her step and her hips twitching just a little more than usual.

Fatima disappeared behind a green velvet curtain, and when they were sure she was out of earshot, Nia and Okoye both turned to look at the king. They wore matching expressions of disapproval, but, for some reason, it stung to see on Nia’s face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her.

“Must you flirt with every woman you see?” Okoye butted in, clearly exasperated by his antics.

Nia’s eyebrows jumped as a teasing smirk settled on her lips. “Oh, so this is a common occurrence?”

“You wouldn’t believe how many-”

“General,” T’Challa warned, and Okoye stopped talking.

Nia tried to contain a laugh, but it came out more like a snort than she intended. Just as T’Challa opened his mouth to make fun of her, Fatima appeared from behind the curtain with a heavy-set man with tortoiseshell glasses just a few steps behind her.

“T’Challa, my boy! Oh, excuse me, my king.” The man bowed sarcastically and crossed his arms in a salute. T’Challa waved him off with a smile and a click of his tongue, and the two men embraced each other. Nia had noticed T’Challa wasn’t really one to demand formalities, but the man’s familiarity with the king intrigued her.

“Abdu, how have you been?”

It had been several months since T’Challa last visited the library. Abdu had worked and worshipped there for decades and had watched the king grow into the man before him. Some of T’Challa’s fondest childhood memories consisted of him spending hours curled up in the stacks, flipping through whatever book caught his eye that day. Abdu would bring him story after story for him to get lost in, and the older man never tired of T’Challa’s curiosity. No matter how many questions he threw at him.

“Getting old, but I can’t complain,” the much shorter man said as they pulled apart. He looked around T’Challa and noticed his company. “Okoye, a pleasure to see you as always.”

“You as well, Abdu,” she smiled.

“And who might this lovely creature be?” Abdu asked as his gaze fell on Nia. She bristled at his choice of words but said nothing. Even as a child, she had always been sensitive to the word “creature” and felt it offensive to refer to non-humans as such. She knew he had no idea about her bloodline, though, and since he meant no harm she simply ignored the terminology.

“Nia Olu, sir,” she introduced herself with a nod of her head, and he returned the gesture.

“Ah, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. And what is it that you do, Nia Olu?”

“I am a healer and a devotee of Bast.”

“A devotee, huh? Well, I think we will get along nicely,” he smiled warmly at her before turning back to the king. “What can I do for you all today?”

“Well, actually, Nia is a big part of why we’re here,” T’Challa began. “It seems Bast has gone missing. Neither of us has been able to contact her as of late.”

“Are you a priestess?” Abdu asked Nia, confused as to why a simple devotee would be partnered with the king for such a task. Okoye felt vindicated by his questioning but stayed quiet.

“No, sir.”

“Then, I must say, I’m a little confused on how you would have a direct connection to her-”

“She is highly favored in the goddess’ eyes,” T’Challa cut in, hoping his vague answer would be enough to dissuade Abdu from asking too many questions. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to hide anything from a priest of the god of wisdom, but he also knew he couldn’t give away Nia’s full identity. “We were wondering if maybe you could see if Thoth knows where she is or why she isn’t answering.”

Abdu could tell there was something else to the story, but decided not to press the subject. He figured that if the king felt it was important enough to keep from him, then he had to trust his judgment.

The priest nodded and motioned for the three of them to follow him. T’Challa winked at Fatima before falling in step with Abdu, and once again, Nia’s and Okoye’s eyes struggled to remain straight ahead as they followed behind the two men.

Nia couldn’t help but stare in awe at the rows and rows of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves they passed as they walked through the centuries-old library. She imagined herself spending hours combing through the texts and soaking up whatever knowledge held, just like she did with the many books Amare provided her with as a child. Her daydreaming was cut short when they passed through the children’s section, and she noticed a display of picture books, one of which caught her eye. There, on the cover, was a colorful illustration of an aziza sitting in a tree, watching over a group of children as they played in the grass below him.

Before she knew it, Nia had grabbed the book and started flipping through the pages, scanning the words and pictures for any sign of historical truth. She found none, but her hope didn’t die out. Maybe, just maybe the library held onto more of the past than the Wakandans realized. She knew magical creatures were relegated to folktales, but she began to wonder how many of those tales were historically accurate, if any. She hadn’t noticed that the others had stopped and were watching her tear through the book like it held the secrets to the universe.

“You like that one? It’s a fairly new release. Very popular with the children,” Abdu said, but his words fell on deaf ears.

“Nia?” the king called out to her.

She jumped and dropped the book, but T’Challa caught it before it could hit the ground.

“Yeah? Sorry, I just…” Nia trailed off, unsure of what to say. All three of them looked at her curiously, but when T’Challa’s eyes graced the cover, he understood why she had been called to it. “Are there many stories like this?”

“Of aziza?” Abdu asked for clarification, and Nia nodded. “Sure! Kids love fantastical creatures. You know, some of them even swear up and down that they’ve seen them in real life.”

T’Challa and Nia shared a quick glance as he set the book back where she found it. Of course, Okoye caught their quick exchange.

“Such wild imaginations,” Nia murmured, and the group continued on their trek. She was quiet for a moment as she tried to figure out the best way to word her next question when she decided to just go for it. “Abdu, is there any mention of, um, species that are no longer around in any of these books?”

T’Challa looked at her knowingly out of the corner of his eye. He knew what she was getting at, and he was curious about Abdu’s answer. After seeing Nia’s book the day before, his mind had begun to wonder about ancient Wakandan texts. She had told him that they coexisted long ago, so there had to be some evidence hidden deep in the bowels of the library. If there was proof anywhere, it was here.

“Of course!” Abdu said excitedly and pointed to the far left wall. “Species naturally go extinct all the time. If that interests you, check out our history section over there.”

Nia and T’Challa both cataloged that information for later and started mentally planning their next visits.

The deeper they traveled into the vast library, a tingling grew in Nia’s stomach. There was great power there, and she could feel it. The tingling intensified as they arrived at a large door with an image of Thoth that had been hand-carved by artisans long ago.

“We’ll take it from here, Okoye,” T’Challa ordered, and the general nodded before standing at attention with her back to the door. Then, his eyes fell to Nia. “Ready?”

“I think…”

“That’ll serve you well here,” Abdu joked as he pushed open the heavy door.

Nia wasn’t quite sure what she was expecting to see, but a winding staircase certainly wasn’t on her list of possibilities. The three of them quietly descended the steps, and all that could be heard was the sounds of their sandals connecting with the stone as they went. After what seemed like forever, Abdu came to a halt at another large door and turned to face his visitors.

“You must enter with pure intentions and a cool head, or he will not answer. Understood?”

Nia and T’Challa answered in unison.

“Yes, sir.”

“Of course.”

“Good,” Abdu smiled at them and reached for the handle, pushing it open and revealing what looked to be a private study. The lamps along the stone walls lit up when they entered, and Nia was once again amazed at how the ancient seemed to flawlessly combine with the modern. As she looked around, she noticed that instead of books, there were scrolls stacked neatly on the shelves. A high-backed chair sat behind a large wooden desk with several scrolls strewn about it, and in the center of the room, there was a stone lectern that looked like it had been there since the dawn of time. Colorful pillows surrounded it on the floor, and next to it stood another statue of Thoth. This time, his hands were out and he was holding a staff that resembled the one from the statue out front, except this one was made of gold. This one was real, and it made the hairs on the back of Nia’s neck stand at attention.

Abdu made his way over to the closest shelf and grabbed a scroll from the top of the stack. He then crossed the room again and stood behind the lectern. When he unrolled the scroll, Nia and T’Challa were both surprised to find that it was blank. They watched with bated breath as he produced a shiny gold pen from his pocket and removed the staff from the statue’s arms.

“You two, come sit down,” Abdu said to them, pointing to the floor pillows.

They obeyed his order, and each grabbed a pillow. T’Challa sat cross-legged while Nia carefully placed her new basket on the floor and tucked her feet under her. They waited patiently while Abdu mumbled a prayer under his breath. Despite T’Challa’s enhanced hearing, he could barely make out what Abdu was saying, but the more he spoke, the colder the room became. The priest continued his prayers for several minutes until the staff began to glow with blinding orange light and his mouth snapped shut tight. A soft breeze blew through the room as his eyes glowed the same color as the staff, and the pen in his left hand started to frantically scribble words onto the formerly blank scroll. His hand moved faster than humanly possible, and Nia recognized what was happening as a possession. She bowed her head in the god’s presence and nudged T’Challa in his side to do the same. He followed suit, but neither of their eyes left Abdu, too curious to look away.

It seemed like forever had come and gone as the two sat in silence, watching in awe while Abdu filled the scroll as he channeled Thoth. The only sound that filled the air was the fast-moving pen on the papyrus and a faint humming from the staff, but suddenly, it all stopped. The staff’s light waned, and Abdu blinked his eyes back to their normal shade of hazel. He carefully placed the staff back in the statue’s hands and read over the words he had been given from his god. A frown appeared on the priest’s face, and Nia made eye contact with T’Challa. Neither one felt good news was coming.

“Well,” Abdu broke the tense silence, “to sum it up, it seems Thoth hasn’t seen or heard from Bast in several weeks. He says that’s very unlike her, as I’m sure you know, T’Challa.”

The king nodded. “Is there anything else? Did he say where she might be?”

“Oh, he said plenty, but not about your question. He can be quite long-winded at times,” Abdu murmured as he scanned the text once more to make sure he wasn’t missing anything. He then looked down at his two visitors with an apology in his eyes. “I wish I could’ve been of more help.”

T’Challa stood from his seated position and reached a hand out to Nia. She swatted it away and stood on her own, straightening out her long, flowing skirt before sending Abdu a warm smile. “Thank you for trying.”

“It was a pleasure, my dear.”

“So,” Nia turned to the king, “where to next?”

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The smile never left Okoye’s face as she landed the Talon in an open field and proudly led them to their next destination. They had traveled to Okoye’s hometown in the Mining province, and she nodded at her former neighbors as they waved to get her attention. It wasn’t often that she could return to Birnin Djata, but since she was on duty, she had to remain professional.

The town was much smaller than Birnin Zana, and the walk to the temple was much shorter this time around. A few moderately-sized dwellings lined the road to the temple, and Nia could see the town square in the distance. They passed groups of miners boarding and exiting the trains that took them to and from work, and Nia couldn’t help but wonder what all that vibranium looked like up close.

When they arrived at the temple, Nia was pleasantly surprised that this one actually looked like a place of worship. The wall that surrounded it looked as old as time, but the vibranium door in the center had to be no more than a hundred years old. A strange sound echoed from inside, and although Nia thought she recognized it, she was confused on why it was coming from a temple of all places.

“Is something wrong? What’s going on in there?” she asked with concern, making Okoye’s smile expand and her eyes light up.

“Sparring.”

Nia’s confusion grew, and she turned to T’Challa for clarification.

“Kokou is the god of war. Fighters often train here, and many of his followers go on to become great warriors. Including Okoye,” he explained.

“Ohhh, ok.”

Okoye led them up the temple’s steps, and Nia’s attention was drawn to the rows of fire that lined the walkway. As the party of three got closer to the doors, they slowly parted to grant them access. Loud shouts and grunts came from the right, and Okoye led them down the hallway, directly towards the noise.

Nia watched excitedly as the warriors-in-training sparred with one another. Fists connected with flesh, spears sliced through the air, and fighters seemed to glide across the padded floor. She recognized some of the fighting styles and thought back to her younger days when Amare took it upon himself to teach her some of the combat skills he had to learn for his days as a secret operative. Even though she was a healer, Nia sure was scrappy and could hold her own. It had been a while, though, and she was sure she had forgotten her training over the years.

A bell rang on the other side of the training room, and all of the fighting ceased. Okoye bowed her head in deference as a tall, muscular older woman in red emerged from an observation room and smiled softly in her direction.

“My king,” the woman saluted T’Challa, making all of the fighters whip their heads around and salute him as well. The woman crossed the floor as her trainees stood at attention, and grabbed Okoye’s hands in hers. “Okoye, my dear, it has been too long.”

“Priestess Yaa, how good to see you.”

“And my king, welcome to the Temple of Kokou.”

“Thank you, priestess.”

“What brings you here?” she asked before shooting a sly glance at Okoye. “You never come visit anymore, so I know it must be important.”

“My apologies for keeping her from you,” T’Challa interjected.

“None needed. I knew when Okoye became general that she would have little time for us anymore,” Yaa waved him off and smiled proudly at Okoye before her eyes fell to Nia. “And who is this?”

“Nia Olu,” she respectfully bowed her head.

“And you are a fighter too, no?”

“Um, not exactly. My father taught me how to fight when I was young, but I am a healer and a devotee of Bast.”

This was the first T’Challa had heard of her knowledge of combat, and he wondered what else he didn’t know about her.

“I’m sure it’s still in there somewhere. You have a warrior’s spirit.”

Nia was surprised by the priestess’ comment but thanked her nonetheless.

“Priestess Yaa, we have a problem that you might be able to help us solve,” the king stated.

Yaa nodded and called to her class, “Keep sparring. I’ll be back.”

The room came alive again, and Nia couldn’t help but watch the dozens of bodies moving about with powerful grace as they fought.

Yaa gestured for them to follow her, and she led them around a corner to get away from all the noise. “How can I help you, my king?”

“Bast is missing, and we would like to ask Kokou if he knows where she is,” he cut straight to the point, and Yaa appreciated his brevity.

She gestured again, and the four of them relocated to the other side of the temple. They entered a large, empty room with nothing except a wall of ancient weapons and a huge, raging fire pit in the center.

“This eternal flame was gifted to us by Kokou many millennia ago as a way of contacting him,” Yaa narrated. “In order for him to answer, you will each have to give a sacrifice.”

“I didn’t bring anything to-”

“Blood, dear. You sacrifice blood. He is the god of war, after all,” Yaa chuckled as she glided over to the wall of weapons. Her fingers danced along the flat side of the blade of a vibranium dagger with a red and gold hilt before wrapping her hand firmly around the grip and removing it from its position. Yaa tested the weight of it in her hand as she rejoined the group. Without warning, she sliced her palm open and allowed her blood to drip into the flame. The priestess noticed the look of horror on Nia’s face and attempted to quell her fears. “Don’t worry; you’ll only need a drop or two.”

Okoye was first to step up, pressing the dagger’s tip into her hand and drawing a small amount of blood. She handed the dagger to T’Challa as she made a fist and let her blood droplets fall into the fire pit. The king did the same before passing the dagger to Nia. She looked at it apprehensively, but T’Challa continued to hold it out for her to take.

“Go on, dear,” Yaa urged. “We will heal you up after.”

Nia and T’Challa locked eyes as they were both reminded of the night they became reacquainted with one another. T’Challa’s wound would quickly heal on its own, but she wouldn’t be able to use her powers to heal herself in Yaa’s and Okoye’s presence. She took a deep breath and tried to ignore the feeling of her palm stinging with the memory of alcohol pads. T’Challa knew where her mind had wandered to and took her formerly injured hand in his as he ran his thumb over her palm.

“It won’t be as bad as last time,” he whispered so only Nia could hear him. “Just a little cut, ok?”

Nia’s mouth dried up, and her eyes traveled to Okoye and Yaa. The priestess seemed intrigued by his tenderness towards her, but the irritation on Okoye’s face was clear as day. Nia remembered that he was a serial charmer and removed her hand from his. She reached for the dagger and quickly pricked her finger, squeezing a couple of droplets into the flame.

Yaa set the dagger aside to be cleaned and watched as the flames grew in intensity. All four of them stepped back when the fire surged towards the sky and took the vague shape of a man.

“Kokou,” Yaa fell to her knees, and the others followed her lead. “Thank you for answering our call.”

“Where is the fight?” his voice boomed around the expansive room as what looked to be his head swiveled from side to side taking in the four who summoned him. He had no eyes, but Nia felt his gaze land on her and linger for a moment too long.

“There is no fight this time, but we have an inquiry,” Yaa said as she stood.

“Very well,” Kokou’s voice rang out again, and the flames whipped in T’Challa’s direction. “What is so important that the king requires my assistance? Have you not a god of your own?”

T’Challa looked to Yaa for reassurance as he began to stand, and she nodded for him to continue. “Yes, I do, but she is missing.”

“Missing?! What do you mean missing?”

“She has not spoken to me in weeks, and Thoth has not seen or heard from her either.”

Kokou turned back to Nia. “And you have not heard from her?”

“No, sir,” Nia stood tall as she answered him.

“I am surprised she has not spoken to you of all...people,” he said with a mischievous lilt in his voice. Nia stilled as she realized that he knew what she was. She slyly made eye contact with T’Challa, and though his expression was unreadable, she knew he had to have heard it, too.

“You know, blood can tell you a lot about a person...or being,” Kokou began to pace around the large fire pit. “Who they are, what their lineage is...you, Nia, are very special. But I am sure you know that already, don’t you?”

Nia ignored the confused stares from Yaa and Okoye and stared straight into where she assumed Kokou’s eyes to be. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

“Kokou-”

“Patience, your highness,” the god chastised T’Challa, “I was getting to it. I just had to take a little detour first since you brought me such an interesting young lady. Now, to answer your question: sorry to disappoint, but no. I do not know where Bast is. I wish I did, though; she is an excellent sparring partner.”

Nia and T’Challa both deflated a little bit. They had hoped for a better answer than that.

“Thank you, Kokou,” T’Challa spoke with his head bowed to the god. The others did the same, and just as quickly as he had appeared, Kokou was gone.

--------

“Third time’s the charm,” T’Challa mumbled as he held the intricate iron gate open. Nia and Okoye walked through, and the general was blown away by the beauty before them. The botanical gardens sat on a protected stretch of land on the border between the Mining and River provinces, but people from all over the country traveled there to witness its splendor.

Nia, however, was no stranger to the gardens. She made sure to visit a few times a year just to sit and commune with the diverse group of plants, but she never knew it doubled as a place of worship. She liked that the gardens were never full of people, and depending on how deep she veered off the main walkways, she could avoid the public altogether. Except for the delightful presence of one of the attendants, Nia always managed to find solitude and serenity among the plants of the botanical gardens.

“Has this always been Mujaji’s temple?” she asked as the three of them followed the long, winding path that led to the greenhouses in the back of the gardens.

“As far as I’m aware. Why?”

“It’s just that I’ve been here before, and I never knew. I always felt like there was...something here, but I just assumed I was feeling the energy from all of the plants.”

“You can do that?” Okoye asked, and she caught another shared glance between Nia and the king. They had been doing that all day, and she was growing tired of it.

Nia opened her mouth to try to fix her slip-up, but she was saved when a young woman about her age emerged from behind a mango tree and recognized her colorful headwrap.

“Nia?”

“Sukutai!”

Nia ran over to her, and the women embraced. A smile crept up T’Challa’s cheeks at seeing Nia’s faint glow again, but, unfortunately, it seemed that Okoye might have seen it as well. The king ignored her pointed stares and continued to watch Nia and the woman from afar.

“What are you doing here? It’s been months since I saw you last!” Sukutai playfully scolded her before leaning in like she had a secret to tell. “You have to see the new fire lily blooms; I know they’re your favorite.”

“They are,” Nia chuckled, “but I’m here on business today.”

“Business?”

Nia gestured behind her, and Sukutai’s eyes widened in shock as she finally noticed T’Challa and Okoye standing in the distance.

“My apologies, my king,” she quickly saluted him, but he waved her off.

“None needed. Any friend of Nia’s is a friend of mine.”

Sukutai’s eyebrows almost reached her hairline as she turned back to Nia. “I know we don’t know each other very well, but how come you never told me you knew the king?”

“He’s new,” Nia shrugged nonchalantly.

Sukutai shook her head fondly at her friend as T’Challa and Okoye came to stand next to her.

“What brings you to my humble garden, your highness?”

“I would say this is anything but humble, priestess,” he chuckled. This time it was Nia’s turn to be surprised.

“Priestess?!”

“Yeah, I don’t like to advertise it,” Sukutai shrugged.

“Well, I guess we both have our secrets,” Nia teased, making her friend giggle.

“I guess we do.”

“Sukutai, we are here because we need to speak with Mujaji. Bast is missing and-”

“You need to see if he knows where she is.”

“Yes,” T’Challa nodded.

“Right this way,” Sukutai said as she stuck her elbow out for Nia. She wrapped her arm around it, and the two of them took off, chatting about the flora they passed on the way.

Sukutai led them to the back of the botanical gardens towards the greenhouses. There were several smaller ones scattered around that were about the size of Nia’s home, but the very last greenhouse was huge. It stood about two stories tall and expanded across an acre of land.

“How did I miss this?” Nia wondered aloud.

“You weren’t looking for it,” Sukutai winked. “Too distracted by the pretty flowers, as usual.”

“You should really pay more attention to your surroundings, Nia,” T’Challa teased, and she narrowed her eyes at him. Despite the fact that she was still very hesitant to trust Nia, Okoye had to stifle a chuckle at her attitude. It was refreshing for her to see a woman that seemed to be immune to his charms.

The four of them entered the greenhouse, and Nia was amazed at what she saw. Instead of beautiful flowers and lush trees and bushes, there were rows and rows of crops.

“I knew you had some fruit trees, but I didn’t know you grew other foods here, too,” she said with her mouth wide open.

“We have to. Who do you think taught us how to work the land?”

Nia nodded as she soaked up Sukutai’s words. It had never occurred to her that the humans had to learn agriculture from somewhere...or someone. She wondered if aziza had learned from him, too, and if so, why hadn’t she heard about it? Were their history books incomplete, too? Nia’s train of thought was cut short as they arrived at the center of the greenhouse. There was a large patch of soil surrounded by an old stone wall no more than two feet tall. A small plaque near the opening caught the visitors’ eyes, and they crowded around to read it.

“The first garden?” Nia gasped, and her eyes traveled to the rich soil.

Sukutai smiled proudly, “That’s right. This is where Wakandans first learned how to grow sorghum. Mujaji’s magic still inhabits the land, and he allows us to speak to him through it.”

“How does it work?” T’Challa asked, equally in awe of the plot of land that allowed his people to prosper. Yes, they had vibranium, but what use would that be without the ability to feed themselves? Had they remained hunter-gatherers, they never would have gotten to where they are today.

“I’ll show you,” Sukutai said as she untied her shoes. “Nia, would you like to help?”

“M-me?”

“Yes, you, silly. You have the heart and hands of a gardener.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“First thing’s first, shoes off,” Sukutai instructed, and Nia slid out of her sandals. “Now, you see those jars full of seeds over there?”

Sukutai gestured behind them, and they all turned around to follow her line of vision.

“Yes,” Nia’s voice shook as she spoke.

“Don’t worry about what each one is. Just go pick whichever one calls to you.”

Nia nodded and padded her way over to the table covered in glass jars. She felt the power radiating from each one, but she felt compelled to pick up a small jar full of green coffee beans. Her hand instinctively reached out to touch it, but she pulled back and looked to the priestess for permission.

“Go ahead, take one,” Sukutai urged, and Nia carefully screwed the top off. She reached in and grabbed one of the beans, and walked back over to Sukutai.

“Ok, how does this work?”

“We start with a yes or no question. Let’s try ‘Do you know where Bast is?’ and go from there, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Follow me.”

Sukutai stepped onto the sacred land, and Nia did the same. The ground seemed to vibrate, and Nia’s face lit up. The slight glow returned to her skin, and this time Okoye was sure in what her eyes beheld. She quickly turned towards T’Challa, who looked at her out of the corner of his eye but kept quiet. He shifted his weight away from her nervously and continued to watch Nia and Sukutai work.

“You feel it too, huh?” Sukutai asked with a sly smile on her face.

“It feels...it feels like my feet are buzzing.”

Sukutai’s head cocked to the side, and her eyes narrowed as she tried to understand exactly what was happening. Nia obviously wasn’t a priestess of Mujaji, yet his magic spoke to her in some way. That wasn’t normal, and neither was the faint highlight that appeared on her skin.

“Yeah, it does,” she agreed and shook the suspicions out of her head. She knelt to the ground, and Nia followed suit. “Hold the seed in your hands, close to your face- yes, just like that. Now, close your eyes and let it feel your energy. When you are ready, speak to it. Ask your question.”

Nia shut her eyes and focused on the feeling of the seed in her hands. She pictured it growing big and strong, and after a few moments, her mouth was filled with the taste of coffee. It was ready. She brought it closer to her lips and whispered, “Do you know where Bast is?”

When she peeled her eyes open, she saw a huge grin on Sukutai’s face.

“You’re a natural.”

“Thanks,” Nia giggled. “What now?”

“Now you plant it.”

“Anywhere?”

“Wherever you choose.”

Nia studied the ground around her and turned a little to the left. She held the seed in her left hand as she made a small mound in the dirt with her right. She gave the seed one last glance before pushing it into the soil.

“No water?” she asked.

Sukutai shook her head with a mischievous smile, “No need.”

“Ok...so now we wait?”

“It won’t take long. Usually about-” Sukutai’s eyes widened. “Look!”

Four sets of eyes trained on the tiny green sprout that pushed up from the ground.

“It’s never happened that fast before.”

The sprout turned into a seedling, and the seedling matured right before their eyes. Just as hope began to fill the air, it left, and the coffee plant shriveled up. The leaves turned brown, then a murky black before decomposing entirely. Everyone’s shoulders slumped in defeat, and silence descended upon the group. Without even asking, they all knew it was a resounding “no.”

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The silence was thick on the ride back to Nia’s. Okoye flew the Talon with a million questions running through her mind, all of which seemed to come back to Nia. Who is she? What is she?

Nia left her position by the window, no longer interested in the ground below, and met T’Challa by his sand table. She watched for a moment as the molecules dispersed and recollected themselves in the shapes of the temples they just visited and the gods they just contacted. He chewed on his lip as he tried to put the pieces together, but there just wasn’t enough information.

“T’Challa?” Nia spoke softly to keep Okoye from hearing.

“Hm?” he grunted without looking up.

“What if the problem isn't in this realm?”

The king tore his eyes away from the table, and the sand fell flat.

“You are suggesting we go to the magic realm?”

“Again with the ‘we,’” she sighed. “No, I’m suggesting I go to the magic realm.”

He stared at her blankly for a moment before calling out to Okoye, “General?”

“Yes, my king?”

“You will travel back to the palace alone-”

“No-” Nia tried to stop him.

“I will be staying with Nia a little while longer. I will call when I need you.”

“Yes, my king.”

Nia dragged her hand down her face, then immediately looked down and noticed the clay that had transferred to her palm. She pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned in frustration, both at the king and at her careless mistake.

“T’Challa, I just said-”

“I know what you said,” he snipped, “but this is my kingdom, and I need to know what’s going on.”

“But-”

“I’m going with you, and that’s final.” He turned away and joined Okoye in the cockpit.

Nia sat off to the side and pouted the rest of the way home. When they arrived, Okoye reluctantly left the king behind and flew off to the palace.

“She could’ve just stayed outside, you know,” Nia fussed as they entered her home. “Now she definitely knows something is up.”

He rolled his eyes, “She knew something was up the moment you started glowing.”

Nia froze and mentally kicked herself for not using the glamor spell her ubaba had taught her. She was in such a rush that morning that it completely slipped her mind. The smug look on T’Challa’s face made her want to slap him, so she stormed down the hall to her bathroom to fix her facepaint. As soon as she finished, Nia heard the king make a strange noise and looked out to see what he had done. A laugh erupted from her belly as she watched the king stand on the couch to get away from Sego. He glared at her, but his eyes promptly fell back on the python that was too close for comfort.

“Call off your snake!”

“Python,” she giggled. “Sego, stop messing with him, please.”

Sego turned her way, and Nia could see the playful look in his eyes. He thoroughly enjoyed messing with the king. T’Challa climbed down from the couch and let out a calming breath as Sego slithered away to the kitchen.

“So the mighty Black Panther is scared of pythons, huh?” she mocked him as she leaned against the doorframe.

“Not scared...I just don’t like them.”

“Mhm. If it makes you feel any better, he’s not fully a python. He’s a shifter.”

“Meaning…”

“Meaning sometimes he’s in his human form, sometimes he’s in his python form.”

T’Challa thought about it for a moment. “Actually, that does make me feel better. Thanks.”

Nia smirked and rolled her eyes.

“So,” T’Challa cleared his throat, “what now?”

“First, we go see my ubaba, then the queen.”

“Ok...how do we, you know, get there?”

“It’s easy,” she bragged as she walked over to him. “Give me your hand, and I’ll show you.”

Nia reached out to him, and when their hands connected, an image of the two of them sharing a feverish kiss popped into her mind. She gasped and pulled back as though she had touched a hot stove.

“What is it?!”

“N-nothing, I just,” she had to think of something quick. “My headwrap. I take it off when I go to the magic realm...to, uh, let my ears breathe, you know?”

“Um, ok.”

Nia hurried from the room and left T’Challa standing there, confused about what just happened. He knew she was lying despite the fact that her excuse had some semblance of truth to it. Thanks to the heart-shaped herb, T’Challa could hear her heartbeat, and something had caused her heart to almost beat out of her chest. His suspicions didn’t last for long, though, because when she came back from her room, his jaw dropped. Of course, he had noticed her beauty the first time, well the second time, he laid eyes on her, but as she came down the hallway fluffing her coils out into an afro that framed her face like an obsidian halo, he felt a knot form in his chest.

“Ready?” she asked, obviously over whatever had been bothering her.

“Yeah,” T’Challa cleared his throat. He was suddenly parched. “Ready.”

“Ok.” She grabbed his hands again, but this time there was no vision. Nia sighed in relief and looked him dead in his eyes as the atmosphere around them began to thicken. “Be cool. Don’t embarrass me.”

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