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lysol1201 · 2 years

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💖Valentine's Day in the Safe Zone💖Lawrence x GN!Reader

THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER THE TRUE ENDING SO IT WILL INCLUDE SPOILERS!!!! READ AT OWN RISK!! THANK XX

wrote this for Valentine's Day but never ended up posting, besides on the Dangerous Fellows discord server (can ask for link) and on Amino. enjoy ayooo

this was also one of my first attempts at a GN!Reader which really isn't a very hard thing to do, I just struggled with valentines day Korean traditions and fitting it together with the game. sorry if it's not the greatest!

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A cure was finally taking place, but due to the severity of this virus and how it would spread day by day, it was taking a while for things to improve. Still, things were looking up for everyone. Everyone was nothing but happy for the turn of events.

It was Valentine’s Day and MC was getting prepared to give gifts to all of their friends. Ethan, Zion, Eugene, Harry, and Jay. They wanted to wait until White Day for them and the other girls to get gifts from the boys, which everyone expected, and already prepared their arguments if they didn’t receive anything.

At this point, it was pretty known of Lawrence’s plan and his mental state. Which, wasn’t stable. He was very good at lying and manipulation but due to the group and MC putting everything together and what he did to attract the zombies, it was known that he wasn’t one to trust. So, he didn’t hang out with them anymore. Plus, he was also in a different area of the safe zone to be watched and away from others as he was known to be of possible harm to the zone.

The group hadn’t talked to him in a long while. Occasionally they’d talk to each other about Lawrence and think about maybe visiting him, but in the end, they never do. It wasn’t until Lawrence was finally given some kind of freedom around the Safe Zone. He still wore a tracker around his ankle as if he was on some kind of house arrest. He would sometimes try to reach out but it was always difficult for everyone to not be awkward or try to be there for him when they knew he wanted to get them all killed. That he did attempt to get them killed but failed. They were afraid to get close and possibly trust him again when he has proven that he cannot be trusted in a very severe way.

Every time MC went out to find some zombies to give them the cure, they would secretly look around for gifts like stuffed animals or goofy watches as well as chocolates and candies. Hailey, Sue, Judy, and even Scarlett did the same.

Finally, when Valentine’s Day rolled around, the girls and MC put their gifts together. MC made separate little baskets for each boy with an even amount of gifts and candies. Yet, they had an uneven amount left over so they decided to just keep it on the side and keep it for themselves as a small gift. They did have somewhat of a sweet tooth.

Though, they turned to the side and saw one teddy bear they had grabbed. They knew why they did, their heart ached because of it, but they decided to just keep it by their bedside table.

MC smiled at the thought of sharing chocolate bars with Ethan at the school and continued to smile knowing that they all made it. They’re all alive and they’re happy.

Well, all were happy but one.

MC and the group all met up at their usual gathering spot which was near a field in the safe zone. Ethan, Harry, Zion, Eugene, and Jay all sat down unsure as to why the rest of the group brought them there, but when the others pulled out little baskets of treats the boys all smiled remembering the day. It was Valentine’s Day.

When this first began the group of ladies and MC did a bit of rock paper scissors to see who got who to get gifts for. After some arguing, slaps, and some compromising, they figured out who was giving out gifts to each person. Scarlett got a gift for Zion, because why wouldn’t she. Sue got a gift for Harry. Hailey got a gift for Ethan. And Judy got a gift for Eugene. MC got Jay but also took the initiative to get a gift for everyone else as well. They loved them all dearly, they didn’t want to leave out a single person.

“What d’ya think?” Judy cheered and clapped, excited for Eugene’s reaction while the others were opening their gifts and thanking the other girls.

He rummaged through the gift that both Judy and MC got him and found two small chicken plushies, one from MC’s basket and the other from Judy’s. “Why the chickens?”

“Because you look like one.” MC and Judy spoke in unison. Eugene tried to retaliate but no words came out, only gibberish which caused the entire group of friends to laugh.

The other boys thanked MC for their gifts. Especially since MC got a plush for each boy that reminded them of the boys. Zion got a red little fluffy bear, Harry got a white bunny, and Ethan got a little baseball plush that MC was lucky enough to find. Lastly, Jay got a chihuahua. “Why did you get me this?” He asked.

MC chuckled. “Because they’re annoying.” They smiled.

“Dude, what the fuck!” Jay spoke with offense, yet laughed along as well. Over time Jay happened to get used to the all of them and turned out to be a really fun person. Weirdly enough, he spent the most time with Zion and Eugene.

They all expressed their happiness to MC, Harry with physical affection, Ethan with comfortable silence, a nod, and a small smile, and Zion with pretending he didn’t like it as much as he really did.

They were all giggling together, happy at that moment. Scarlett was arguing with Zion because he didn’t give her the reaction she wanted, Hailey and Ethan were silent as usual but chuckled along, Sue was trying to inch away from Harry as he tried to hug her, and Eugene continued to try and defend himself saying he looked nothing like a chicken. Jay just accepted the fact that he indeed was, a chihuahua.

All seemed to be fun and games for the group until one more voice spoke.

“Okay,” The voice called out catching the attention of the others. “This is the part where I get a gift too, right?” He let out an apologetic smile and a small chuckle trying to lighten his appearance with a joke.

Lawrence.

Everything went silent as everyone’s heads turned to the source of the voice. As soon as he saw their faces or confusion, awkwardness, and even a hint of fear, the corners of his lips quickly fell.

Lawrence sighed. “I’ll see myself out.” He went to turn around but before he could fully make the spin, MC spoke.

“Wait,” MC called out, causing Lawrence to turn around and face them, his eyebrows furrowing. “I got a gift for you.”

Lawrence looked shocked and confused while the others looked at MC with the same expression with almost betrayal as well. At least, from some. Ethan’s face seemed more forgiving, along with Judy and Harry.

“Wait here,” MC instructed, running away from that field and heading back over to their tent.

They gathered the leftover candies and chocolates they had and put them in a small box that was laying around. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a pretty basket like the others, but it was all that they had. To make it look better though, they added a bow on the top of it. Then MC let out a breath they didn’t even know they were holding in to turn to the teddy bear that laid on their bedside table. They quickly grabbed it with the box and ran back out to the field in which everyone seemed to be in awkward silence.

They found Lawrence seeming sad and forgotten, Ethan, Judy, and Harry seeming apologetic and forgiving, Zion, Eugene, Sue, and Scarlett looking almost furious. Jay and Hailey just sat there indifferent.

MC quickly went over to Lawrence and stuck out their arms with both the box and the bear sitting on top. Lawrence passed a bright smile with seeing the items. Especially the teddy bear on top.

A brown bear with silver round glasses. Even if they were cheap plastic, he couldn’t feel any happier with the sight of it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” MC spoke, heart, beating fast with nervousness. Not only with the fact that this was their longest interaction with Lawrence since the school, but they also had to deal with the looks that they were receiving from the rest of the group who was standing and sitting next to them just staring at what was going on in front of them.

Lawrence grabbed the two, stuffing the bear to the spot in between his arm and chest to hold it, and opened the box. What laid in there were chocolates and candies, the same as the others. Nothing special, but nothing different. The same. Treated the same as the others. He liked that.

Lawrence smiled down at the box. When he looked back up he adjusted his glasses with an empty hand and just let out a small chuckle. “I know you didn’t plan to have this for me,” He spoke, making MC feel guilty. “But thank you for this. And the bear. That, I wasn’t expecting.”

MC smiled once again at his words. They leaked of genuinity, a different kind than what she heard at the school. They sounded like they were genuine at the school, and now they are genuine.

“I thought of you when I saw it,” MC confessed. “So I took it.”

“Thank you,” Lawrence thanked again and then turned his head to give his attention to the others. “I know you guys didn’t exactly enjoy my appearance, but thank you for not screaming at me either.”

Ethan nodded in response, which caused Judy to hum with a joyous tone to agree. The rest slowly nodded as well, with a quiet “Of course” coming from Harry.

“I’ll let you guys be now,” Lawrence spoke. “I overstayed my welcome.” Lawrence nodded for his goodbye due to full hands and went to turn around. Yet, the unexpected spoke.

“Wait,” Hailey piped up, everyone looking at the shy and quiet girl in shock. “Do you want to stay?”

The rest wasn’t sure of why she asked, some wished she didn’t but others appreciated her gesture.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to bug anyone,” He responded.

Hailey looked at the others with a small frown and some great puppy dog eyes. Everyone softened at her expression and all turned back to Lawrence nodding. “Stay.” The other quiet one in the group spoke, speaking a small bit louder than he usually did to make sure what he said was clearly heard.

MC smiled at the scene of the accepting friends, whether they had forgiven him or not, they were letting him stay.

Lawrence smiled brightly and went to sit down with the others as everyone sat down in different spots, almost in a circle to be able to view each other. MC sat down next to Lawrence as they were the most comfortable with him, while Ethan sat on the other side of Lawrence since before the Safe Zone he was the closest with him.

The awkwardness soon faded away and the group returned to the giggling and smiles they once had before.

#dangerous fellows #dangerous fellows lawrence #lawrence x reader #lawrence x mc

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kindan-no-kanojo · 2 years

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Scarlett’s opinion and “nicknames” for… everyone, actually.

For now, I tried to keep it as Canon families only! Yes, the people here are canon, even the AUs (★), I don’t make the rules. ... I'm biased don't sue me🏃‍♀️

Anyway, she won’t call them these to their face, she keeps it to herself (unless?). But I added a comment of hers to explain because why not. 💃🏻 Some are known from here (Tumblr Life™), and others just her overall opinions from seeing them from afar. Will I add more when she meets new people? Who knows. Probably not.

╚»★ 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 ★«╝

[... blink]

Shu - Termite | —“That’s it. A termite that I always find in the music room and refuses to leave.”

Reiji - Polite man | —“I have seen him always keeping his composure intact, and his grades are at the top every time. … That's all. Good for him.”

★ Rei - Teacher’s pet | —“She’s usually taking more credit than anyone else during exams… Seems fishy.” [ @ reisakamaki oop-]

Ayato - Cherry boy | —“He’s funny, but I doubt it’s actually a humorous matter; Most of the time his nonsense sounds too serious. Red alert.”

Kanato - Angry grape | —“I’m surprised that he’s not wrinkly by now, but I’d rather not check from up close. I’m good as long as I continue keeping my distance.”

Laito - Leech | —[frowns] “I often spot him being questionably attached to some students at school. Or the same student, I’m not sure, I don’t watch long enough.”

★ Ryuuto - Lavender snack fellow | —[snickers] “If he continued to call me ‘Pet’, I had a worse one in mind. But since he made the right choice, I will have a little mercy… It’s fun to eat together and he does remind me of Lavender flowers.” [ @ fruit-of-infidelity ngl it could also work without the fellow part but I don't think it’s that kinda relationship yet?🏃‍♀️]

Subaru - Angry cotton sugar | —“Another case of mysterious lack of wrinkles… maybe it’s just a myth? But he can be soft sometimes, even sweet, or so I’ve seen.”

╚»★ 𝐌𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢 ★«╝

[“... Kids these days”]

Ruki - Ruki | —“One of many… many problems... I won’t call him anything but his name.”

Kou - Ugh | —“At least I don’t have to listen to his music anymore once I lower the volume or turn off the TV.”

Yuma - Sugar boy | —“... That’s all I have. I don’t know him but I know he likes sugar cubes…?”

Azusa - Danger | —“He’s cute, maybe too cute— That is not good.”

╚»★𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢★«╝

[“Note: Do not mess with”]

Carla - Mr. Founder King | —“I feel like I'm better off being unnoticed by this man.”

★ Kazuha - Deceitful delicacy | —“She’s not bad, but I'm reminded of how I should double-check who I approach and how more often...” [ @ daughter-of-royalty ]

Shin - Wolfie | —“Strong, but mostly barks, no bites. ... I won’t try to prove my point, though.”

★ Mystic - Starry eyes | —“Yes, cute eyes, dangerous energy. And was anyone going to tell me that he’s related to that one Deceitful Delicacy or did I have to find out myself? Don’t answer. I’m glad he hasn’t hurt me yet... I wonder how much that is going to last, if this goes on...” [ @ mino-diabolik Mystic made it, but at what cost (?) 😭]

╚»★𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐨★«╝

[“... Of course he's getting his own, unique category~.”]

Kino - Kino-chan | —[dreamy sigh] “He acts childish more often than not… but he’s very lovely. And strong and prince-y and a brat and… Funny to tease and poke, he even does it back~. Isn’t that charming?”

Yuuri - Friend! | —“I don't find friendly people too often, but them being the same race as me and having to deal with the same... situations? A rarity. I cherish him.”

#now i run🏃‍♀️💨#scarlett wakahisa #🗣. Scar talks #diabolik lovers oc #am i exposing her- probably #but this was fun to make 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️#scarlett might fear (or respect TOO much) the tsukinamis #and added yuuri bc yes.#💄. Red Fury | Scarlett

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pugugly001 · 8 months

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In my ongoing attempts to play with AI,

Tower of Trample AI Dungeon Fanfiction.

You are Pug, last free apprentice of the Fiery fist. Many of the Dojos of Cu Xio have recently been destroyed and captured by mysterious and powerful women, with many of the most respected Sensei of the land and their students now missing.

By sheer luck you were not among your fellow students when the order of the Fiery fist fell, but you have tracked them to the Tower of Trample. You are determined to defeat these evil women and rescue your friends, starting with Scarlett the Warden of the first floor. As you approach the tower, you notice that the walls are lined with similar-looking guards, all clad in red and black armor. You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for battle. As you enter the tower, you see Scarlett waiting in the center of the room, surrounded by flames.

> You appraise Scarlett. As a fire style master can you take her?

You take a moment to assess Scarlett's fighting style. She is quick and agile, using her fiery attacks to keep opponents at a distance. She is also skilled at using her pheromones to manipulate her opponents, making them more susceptible to her attacks.

> You say "Stand down - I am only here to recover students you have taken. There is no need for violence."

As you approach Scarlett, you speak calmly, trying to defuse the situation. "Stand down, Scarlett. I am only here to recover students you have taken. There is no need for violence." Scarlett stares at you for a moment, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Are you sure about that, boy?"

> You say "Surely these young men are not worthy of you. What prisoner do you hold here?"

You continue to try and deescalate the situation, hoping to gain some insight into Scarlett's motives. "Surely these young men are not worthy of you. What prisoner do you hold here?" Scarlett smirks, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You mean to tell me that you don't think they're worthy of being my prisoners?" She flicks her wrist, and the flames surrounding her grow brighter. "Well, I guess we'll just have to see about that, won't we?"

> You say "So we must fight then?"

You nod, steeling yourself for battle. "So we must fight then?" Scarlett smirks again, her eyes flashing with danger. I use chi to send a fireball, hopefully distracting her while I close to melee range. Scarlett ducks out of the way, dodging my attack with ease. She lunges forward, her fire sword slashing towards my chest. I manage to sidestep, but the force of her attack sends me stumbling backwards. Scarlett charges towards me, her sword blazing with fire.

> You blast the ground at her feet to destroy her footing and follow up with fiery fist.

You react quickly, blasting the ground at Scarlett's feet with a blast of chi. The force of the blast knocks her off balance, giving you an opening to attack. You follow up with a fiery fist, aiming to strike her in the chest. Scarlett manages to block your attack, but the force of your punch sends her stumbling backwards again. She steadies herself, her eyes filled with determination. "You're not as weak as I thought, boy."

> You say "I'm not a boy, I'm 19, and the best of my Masters students!"

You let out a defiant roar, channeling your anger into your fighting style. "I'm not a boy, I'm 19, and the best of my Masters students!" Scarlett smirks, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, let's see if you're up to the challenge, shall we?" She charges towards you again, her sword ablaze with fire. You brace yourself for impact, your fists clenched in anticipation. The two of you clash, each trying to overpower the other. Both of you as fire masters are protected from fire, but the intense fight is making you both sweat. You are unconsciously smelling her pheromones. The intoxicating scent is making you feel lightheaded and dizzy, making it difficult to focus. Suddenly, Scarlett unleashes a powerful blast of fire, sending you flying backwards. You land hard on the ground, the wind knocked out of you. Scarlett approaches, her sword pointed at your throat.

You blink for a moment confused as to how you lost focus mid-fight, but it's back now. You spring to your feet disarming her with a painful chi strike to her hand sending her sword scattering.

It concerns you that she is still smirking, like she knows something you don't. You lunge forward, aiming to strike her in the chest. Scarlett sidesteps your attack, her movements graceful and fluid. She grabs you by the arm, pulling you towards her. "You may be strong, but you're no match for me, boy." To your surprise rather than any sensible move she grapples you, forcing your head into her armpit. She punches you in the solar plexus, not nearly as hard as she could but enough to knock the air out of you. As you inhale you inhale her chi enhanced pheromones. They fill your senses, causing you to lose your grip on reality. Suddenly, you find yourself lost in a fantasy of being dominated and enslaved by Scarlett. Your mind is consumed with images of her powerful body, her fiery red hair, and the way she smirks as she controls you.

> You say "What kind of cheating is this?"

You struggle against Scarlett's grasp, trying to break free from her grasp. "What kind of cheating is this?" you demand, your voice high-pitched and panicked. Scarlett just laughs, her grip on you tightening.

> You feel the blood flow to your groin. you try to focus your chi for an all out effort but she strokes your erection.!

As you struggle against Scarlett's grip, you feel the blood flow to your groin. You try to focus your chi for an all out effort, but she strokes your erection. Your arousal is intensified by her pheromones, and your mind is clouded with lust. You can't think straight, and your strength is fading fast. Scarlett grins knowingly, her grip on you tightening even more. "I think it's time to surrender, boy." You continue to struggle, you've never seen this, but the more you struggle the more pheromones you breathe. And her hand on your erection feels so good.

> You say "What... What are you doing to me?"

You utter a breathless moan, feeling the pleasure overwhelming you. "What... What are you doing to me?" you ask, your voice barely audible. Scarlett smirks, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I told you, boy. My pheromones are controlling your mind. You're mine now." You feel her other hand wrap around your throat, squeezing tightly. "You will never escape me." Suddenly, everything goes black. You wake up in a cell. The next cell over you see Keith. He looks disheveled and groggy, but when he sees you he jumps to his feet. "Pug! What happened? Where are you?" You try to explain, but the words don't come easily. Your mind is still fogged with Scarlett's pheromones, making it difficult to think clearly.

> You say "Well... The idea was to rescue you. That doesn't seem to have worked out. What was that, it was like an anti-male chi trap?"

Keith nods, his eyes widening in realization. "Yeah, that was it. Scarlett must have released some kind of pheromone gas. I got caught too. But don't worry, we'll get out of here. We'll find a way." You nod, feeling a glimmer of hope.

> You say "What has Scarlett done to you? Are you okay?"

You turn to Keith, concern etched on your face. "What has Scarlett done to you? Are you okay?" you ask, worried about his well-being. Keith looks at you, his eyes filled with sadness. "She's made me her helpless leg slave."

> You say "What? Keith, I know you, how could you let her do that to you?"

You stare at Keith, shocked and horrified. "Keith, I know you. How could you let her do that to you?" you demand, your voice rising in anger. Keith shakes his head, his eyes filled with resignation. "I couldn't fight it, Pug. Her pheromones were too strong. And now I'm her property, unable to fight back." You feel a wave of anger washing over you, your veins pulsing with adrenaline.

> You say "They're... They're that strong? How have we never heard of this before? Female martial artists are rare, but if they could do this, we would have heard of it?"

Keith shrugs, his expression a mix of sadness and resignation. "Maybe they have, and we just don't know about it. But whatever the case, we need to find Scarlett and stop her before she enslaves any more men." You nod, determined to put an end to Scarlett's schemes. Scarlett walks in - "Talking about old times? Life at the... What was the name of your dojo again Keith?". Keith is trying not to look at her legs, but it's obviously barely working. You stand up, anger boiling over. "Scarlett, what have you done to Keith? He's supposed to be my friend!" Scarlett smirks, her eyes glinting with amusement. "He's mine now, Pug. And there's nothing you can do about it. Soon you'll be the same way. And then I'll have two helpless leg slaves to amuse me." You clench your fists, anger pulsing through your veins. "We'll see about that, Scarlett. You won't get away with this." Scarlett laughs, her grip on Keith tightening. "

She unlocks Keith's cell, and gives him the key to yours. "Keith, if you beat up your friend Pug, right here, right now, I'll let you sniff my high heels for an extra five minutes today." Keith looks at you, his eyes filled with guilt and betrayal. "I'm sorry, Pug. I can't fight it. I have to follow her orders." You stare in disbelief, feeling your heart breaking. "Keith, please. Don't do this." Keith shakes his head, his voice filled with anguish, but an erection plainly controlling him. "I'm sorry, Pug. But I can't fight it. I have to follow her orders." He steps forward, his fists clenched. "Pug, I'm sorry."

You're a stronger fighter than Keith, but Fire Style is not a defensive style and you don't have the heart to hurt him. Thankfully she is amused by your running around the cell trying to avoid his blows and you only pick up some bruises before she calls it off. But you could see he was trying to knock you out.

She calls him out of the cell and kicks off one high heel, gesturing to it. "Keith, come here and sniff my high heels. You've earned it." Keith looks at you one last time, his eyes filled with sadness. "I'm sorry, Pug. Goodbye." He approaches Scarlett, his eyes locked on her stiletto heels. You watch, feeling helpless and defeated. Scarlett leans forward, allowing Keith to inhale deeply. "Mmm, good boy. Now go and clean the dungeon, and remember your place." Keith nods, his eyes glazed over with lust.

She looks at you - "So as you see, Keith is coming along nicely. Obedient, a slave to his dick, his dick is a slave to me. I could show you that peace of mind, except... I'm not supposed to. I'm supposed to let one of the other floors catch you." She smirks, her eyes glinting with amusement. "But if you fight me, maybe I'll let you have a taste of my power." You stare at Scarlett, a mixture of anger and fear coursing through your veins.

> You say "What do you mean 'let one of the other floors catch me'? No one even knew I was coming here, it took me weeks to find this place?"

Scarlett smiles, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, you're a smart one, Pug. But it doesn't matter. You found me, and now you can't leave. They'll catch you eventually, and when they do, they'll break you just like Keith. Hmm. Maybe not Lily though. Lily really likes what she got with that Naga Pearl you helped retrieve. Would you like me to get you to Lily's Dojo?

> You remember Lily, a Water Style user. She was cute, and had a bit of a crush on you. She couldn't have her own dojo though, and why would she be here?

As you mull over Scarlett's words, you notice a faint rustling in the corridor outside the cell. Suddenly, a figure bursts into the room, wielding a blade and wearing blue and silver latex. It's Lily, and she looks furious. "Scarlett, what are you doing with Pug? He's my friend!" Scarlett smirks, her eyes glinting with amusement.

> You say "Lily what are you doing with... Wait, how are you so strong?"

Lily looks at you, her eyes filled with concern. "Pug, are you okay? I heard about what happened with Keith. I'm sorry. But I sought out Lady Cobra, and discovered how to unlock the power of the Naga Pearl!" She gestures down at her body.

Her body looks like she always did, except... Perfected somehow. It's almost hypnotic to look at her. She looks at Scarlett Accusingly - "Did you hurt him? You don't need anymore puppies, and you know you're in trouble if you take the Champion!" Scarlett shrugs, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Maybe, but I'm not going to share him. He belongs to me now." Lily growls, her hand balling into a fist. "Don't you dare touch him, Scarlett. He's mine."

> You say "Wait a minute, I'm not anybody's! Scarlett tricked me with some kind of weird chi pheromone trick, but I'm not begging for her high heels like Keith!"

Scarlett smirks, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Pug, you underestimate the power of my pheromones. But don't worry, I'll release you to Lily. It would be so funny to see this realm fall to Lily. And probably what Lady Cobra had in mind all along knowing her. She just wants to watch all the chaos unfold." She turns to look at Lily, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "But first, Pug needs to learn a lesson. Are you ready to teach him, Lily?" Lily nods, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Of course, Scarlett. Just let me take care of him." She steps forward, her movements graceful and fluid. "Pug, it's time for you to learn a lesson. It won't hurt, I promise.

> You say "What won't hurt? Why is this place crazy?"

Scarlett smirks, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Pug, you're about to find out. Lily, show him what happens when you mess with the Wardens of the tower." Lily nods, her eyes glinting with amusement. She raises her hand, and a flame bursts to life in her palm. She hurls it at Pug, who dodges just in time. The fire blazes behind him, scorching the wall and leaving a mark. Lily chuckles, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're a quick learner, Pug. But there's always room for improvement." She raises her hand again, this time unleashing a wave of water that washes over Pug, drenching him from head to toe. As he struggles to stay on his feet, Lily smirks, her eyes glinting with amusement. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" She turns to Scarlett, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Shall we continue?" Scarlett nods, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Of course, Lily. Let's show Pug the true meaning of domination." Your eyes widen in shock as Lily casually wrenches the cell door off it's hinges. Scarlett strides forward, her movements graceful and fluid. She grabs you by the arm and drags you out of the cell, dragging you towards the 1st floor dojo. As you struggle to stay on your feet, Lily smirks, her eyes glinting with amusement.

You were on the verge of beating Scarlett before. You feel sure you can do it given another chance. Besides Keith is still here, maybe if he sees you defeat Scarlett he'll know it's feasible, it can be done! You take a deep breath and focus your energy, preparing yourself for the next fight. Scarlett smirks, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're a persistent one, Pug. But it's time for you to face your fate." She draws her sword, her movements graceful and fluid.

> You center your chi this time. you won't let Scarlett get into your head this time.

You center your chi, feeling it flow through your body like an endless river. You let your thoughts drift away, letting the chi guide you as you prepare for battle. Scarlett watches you with curiosity, her eyes glinting with amusement.

> You fire Style is not a defensive art, but you're going to lure her into expending energy. Then you strike.

You step forward, your movements graceful and fluid. You launch a flurry of attacks, forcing Scarlett to defend herself. She grunts with each blow, her armor creaking under the pressure. You take a step back, letting her catch her breath. "You're fast, Pug," she says, her eyes glinting with amusement. "But you're not fast enough." She launches her own attack, her sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. You dodge just in time, barely avoiding a fatal blow.

> You hate that damn sword, and hit it with a disarming maneuver. you're ready to follow through when Lily walks into your line of sight perhaps 30 foot away and... Stretches...

You freeze, your eyes widening in shock as Lily walks into your line of sight, seemingly out of nowhere. She stretches languidly, her perfect body on full display. Her gaze meets yours, and you see a hint of mischief in her eyes.

> You shake it off as Scarlett 'punches' you with a love tap that might knock an autumn leaf off a tree, clearly counting coup. you try to respond with a powerful chi strike.

You shake off the distraction, focusing your energy on Scarlett. You counter her punch with a chi strike, sending a wave of energy crashing into her. She stumbles back, caught off guard by your sudden burst of strength. You take the opportunity to press your advantage, launching a barrage of attacks.

Well, you try, as Lily walks into view, casually sits and crosses her legs. You can't help but notice the graceful curve of her thigh, and the alluring way her blue and silver latex clings to her skin. You lose your focus for a moment, and Scarlett takes advantage of your lapse in concentration.

The good news is Lily is no longer in line of sight. The bad news is your nose is in Scarlett's armpit again. A headful of pheromones didn't turn out well last time. You try to hold your breath, but the smell of her sweat and perfume is overwhelming. Your mind begins to spin, your thoughts becoming jumbled and incoherent. You feel weak, your limbs heavy and your mind foggy.

> You break free of Scarlett's hold, but you're not fooling anybody now. Scarlett is freely striking you, with what would be killing blows if she so desired.

I'd like to turn her overconfidence to your advantage, except it's hardly overconfidence.

You struggle to break free of Scarlett's hold, but she tightens her grip on you, her muscles flexing with strength. You manage to break free from her grasp, but you realize you're in trouble...but then you notice something strange about her movements. Her strikes are slow, almost lazy. It's like she's taunting you, waiting for you to make a fatal mistake. You take a deep breath and focus your energy, gathering yourself for your next attack. As you step forward, you see a burst of red lightning arcing from Scarlett's palm. She inhales deeply, enjoying the burn of the energy coursing through her body. "I'm impressed with your determination, Pug," she says, her voice silky and smooth "but not your good sense." She launches another attack, her sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. You can't dodge, and she hits you with the flat of the blade knocking you out cold.

> You come to in an unfamiliar dojo, wrapped in blue and silver sheets. Somehow you're still erect?

You come to in an unfamiliar dojo, wrapped in blue and silver sheets. You realize that you're still erect, and you start to panic. You look around, but the room is empty except for a single figure standing in the corner. It's Lily, and she's watching you with amusement.

> You say "I lost."

You take a deep breath and stand up, feeling embarrassed and humiliated. "I lost," you say, your voice shaky. Lily nods, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Yes, you did, Pug. But don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

> You say "I don't understand what's happening to me. I've never been this weak-willed. What are you doing to me?"

You take a deep breath and try to steady yourself, feeling confused and disoriented. "I don't understand what's happening to me," you say, your voice shaky. "I've never been this weak-willed. What are you doing to me?" Lily approaches you, her movements graceful and fluid. She runs her hands over your latex-clad body, feeling your muscles and examining your form. "You're not weak-willed, Pug," she says, her voice soothing and gentle. "You're just male, and experiencing the effects of my magic."

"Things will be so much better when women are in charge." She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. "You'll be the perfect simping sex slave, just the way I like them." You can feel your heart racing, your pulse thumping in your ears. You try to resist, but your mind is clouded and foggy.

> You say "Simping sex slave? I don't want..."

You try to resist, but your mind is clouded and foggy. "Simping sex slave? I don't want..." you say, your voice trailing off. Lily chuckles, her fingers trailing down your chest. "Don't worry, Pug," she says, her voice soft and seductive. "It won't be so bad. I promise." She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear. "I'll take good care of you." You feel your resistance weakening, your will slipping away.

> You run like hell, only barely realizing you're naked. It's a large living area... Humongous, almost a mansion, but you find the exit and run outside.

Straight into hundred of beautiful young women in blue and silver latex. If you wasn't coming down from the endorphin high of looking at Lily and one of these women would break you.

The lands of Cu Xio have no idea what's coming to enslave them.

You try to run, but you only make it a few steps before you find yourself surrounded by hundreds of beautiful young women in blue and silver latex. As you stand there, dazed and confused, one of them steps forward, her muscles flexing with power. "You don't belong here." she says, her voice cold and unforgiving. "You are property of Lily now." She grabs you by the arm and begins dragging you away, her grip tight and unyielding. You try to struggle, but you feel your strength fading with each passing moment.

> You say "No... Please..."

You try to resist, but you feel your strength fading with each passing moment. "No... Please..." you plead, your voice weak and wavering. The young woman ignores you, her pace never slowing.

> You see Lily walking towards you and you can't look away.

As you are being taken away, you see Lily walking towards you. Her body is encased in tight-fitting blue and silver latex, her muscles flexing with power. Her eyes are locked on yours, and you can feel your resistance weakening with each passing moment. She reaches out, her hand brushing against your skin.

"It's okay, Pug," she says, her voice soft and soothing. "Everything will be okay." You can feel yourself giving in, your will slipping away. She pulls you to her lips and starts kissing you. Her lips are soft and gentle, but you can feel her power flowing through her every touch. Your mind is clouded and foggy, and you find yourself unable to resist. She pulls you closer, her body pressing against yours, her muscles flexing with strength. You can feel her heart beating against yours, and you find yourself getting lost in the moment. You find yourself surrendering to her, your will slipping away. She smiles, her lips brushing against your ear.

"You're mine now, Pug," she says, her voice soft and seductive. "And I'm going to take good care of you." You nod, feeling powerless to resist. "Yes, mistress," you say, your voice shaky and uncertain. "I am yours." She kisses you again, and you find yourself sinking deeper and deeper into her embrace. The world around you fades away, and you find yourself blissfully lost in Lily's spell. As you sink into her embrace, you realize that there is no escape. You are hers now, and she will take good care of you. You find yourself feeling grateful for her, for guiding you towards a better life. She pulls you closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "I love you, Pug," she says, her voice soft and tender. "You're mine now, and I'm going to take good care of you."

Then she gently lays you down in front of her dojo and mounts you, your erection sliding into a pussy that like everything else about her is a perfect instrument of perfect sexual dominance. She moans in pleasure as you thrust into her, her perfect muscles flexing with each movement. As you thrust into her, you feel her power flowing through her every touch. Her muscles flex and contract, her perfect body moving in perfect rhythm with yours. You can feel yourself giving in, your will slipping away. She moans in pleasure, her body writhing against yours as she takes you deeper and deeper into her spell. She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear.

"You're mine now, Pug." she says, her voice soft and seductive. "And I'm going to take good care of you." You feel your heart racing, your pulse thumping in your ears. You close your eyes, your mind clouded and foggy. As you sink into her embrace, you realize that there is no escape.

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@tiesthatbind-tf verse, quintesson-era [late 1920s]

WE'RE BACK, FOLKS, AND PICKING UP RIGHT WHERE WE LEFT OFF

cw; recaps, discussion of trauma, recovery, & mental health

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Victor Prentiss fell back in his chair, feeling as though the world had upheaved itself. In a way, it just had, despite his senses continuing to take in the world's ceaseless movement through time and space. That hadn't changed, not in the slightest - the world still turned, the seconds still passed.

But Scarlett had been found.

"Sh- she's alive?" he croaked, voice strained as he stared wide-eyed at the Quintesson creation that was Primus. They had adopted a sort of half-form between humanoid and Quintesson; a human face (or at least an approximation thereof) carefully studied Victor's reactions before offering a slow nod.

"From what I could tell at the time. My download was interrupted by your escape - I didn't have time to finish gathering all the information, but the subject matches your memories."

"'Memories'?" Trentin - Magnes, Victor reminded himself, he'd asked to be called Magnes and Victor was at least trying to be civil with him - cut in. "Since when can you read another's bloody memories-" "-when they're shared with Primus in- en premier lieu," Aillard interrupted. "Have you not been paying attention? The sharing of thoughts was mentioned before, it was the only safe way to communicate there." He spoke from experience of his own, Victor knew; the man had a close relationship with Primus, perhaps closer than anyone else here, including Pravda.

He could just make out the muscular woman in his vision, clearing her throat both as a way to command attention and stave off any potential argument. "Who is Scarlett?" she asked, looking from Primus to Victor. Victor took a deep breath, wondering how he could possibly describe her in this space. It was easier without words, and yet... "My wife," he finally said, though the term was far, far too little to explain what she was to him. "She was my wife," he nonetheless repeated, looking from face to face, "and we were separated during...processing."

All of them knew what that meant. When the Quintessons had finished quelling a location, the survivors were promptly herded into captivity. Some could be there for months until their captors finally found a 'purpose', whether for general labor or for specific experimentation. And that was assuming they weren't modified for other reasons, such as to keep their fellows in line. Victor himself was a former Guardsman, patrolling the streets of London up until he willingly went into the Spire on a desperate rescue attempt. The results, well...

There was a reason that London's resistance, the Underground, was keeping to themselves as of late. It was too dangerous to so much as poke one's head above a tunnel; from what Victor understood, not only were harsh curfews in place, but any travel even to so much as pick up necessities was being monitored. A human caught without an escort - be it a Guardsman or Quintesson itself - was a human about to be plucked off the streets for 'questioning'. And despite the fact that his surrender would no doubt quiet things down, at least in part, it was on no one's mind. Not even Victor's own guilt would send him willingly back into that place, and that assumed he had the choice in the first place.

No; with his new attunement to 'Rhisling', a Quintesson artifact ("A hypersphere inside a hypercube," Primus had once observed), Victor could open a spacebridge to anywhere...or, rather, almost anywhere, but it was enough to make him invaluable to the Underground. So long as he had a sense of direction and distance, he could bridge; even so, he had nearly become lost in space-between-space during his escape from the Spire. And he couldn't help but recall that the Quintesson Scientist known as Inquirata had been in there with him, and, presumably, was still there...

Victor let out a heavy breath, realizing that everyone was still looking at him. "I...I need to think about this," he admitted, pushing himself to his feet.

Aillard and Pravda immediately followed suit, and Magnes let out his own sigh while rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You couldn't have told him after the evacuation?" he asked Primus, annoyance clear. Primus - still learning how to act around humans, despite their vast experience - managed a shrug so very much like a human that Victor would have chuckled if he wasn't so preoccupied. Already, he felt a bit dazed, off-center; as he moved for the door, Aillard took his arm to gently help guide him out of the room.

"Pay no mind to Magnes," he said reassuringly. "He has details to sort out, anyway, on evacuating these tunnels - there is plenty of time for you to process this." Victor flashed him a relieved smile as they began to move back towards the sleeping quarters, where a few blankets had been hung to create makeshift rooms. But instead of heading for his own, Victor instead took a turn to the left, following a path that Magnes had first shown him the day after he returned. "I suppose," he said, as Aillard trailed just behind and to the side, "But he does have a point. This is...this will be on my mind, greatly so," he admitted.

Aillard shrugged. "And what is the problem with that?" he asked. "Better you know sooner than later - Primus perhaps should have shared it sooner, but I think they can be forgiven, considering how...how..." "How I've been for the past few days," Victor finished for him, voice wry. Positively fragile, really, as he had finally allowed himself to process everything he'd been through. While talking about his memories had helped, some of them were still visceral - and upsetting - enough to bring another to his side in aid. Generally, that was Pravda or Aillard themselves, who had more-or-less 'adopted' Victor as one of their own - a Quintesson survivor.

Aillard gave him a humorless smile, reaching up to grip his shoulder and give it a squeeze. "Everyone heals at their own pace, mon ami. You know of my own scars." To that, Victor nodded. In helping support him, the two had shared some of their own experiences; Aillard's quest to help Primus find a way to shake off their programming, and Pravda's honing of her abilities while still keeping them a secret. Perhaps the fact that they had been captives longer than he had led, in some part, to their difference in recoveries - they had longer to grow accustomed to it, in a sense, where Victor himself had only begun to acclimate before pressures forced him to enact his desperate plan. Indeed, Pravda was often tense and wary, only relaxing around Aillard (and now, Victor at times) - and Aillard himself had trouble sleeping for any proper length of time, restless when there was nothing to occupy his mind.

"But now you know," Aillard continued, "and the question is, what are you going to do with that révélation?"

Victor thought about it as they paused only to collect a lantern before continuing to walk. Primus had mentioned the subject...which likely meant she was still in Quintesson captivity. He hated to admit it, but he was in no state to launch another rescue, even with a different plan than the last - and relying on others to rescue her, to have no part? It wasn't that he would demand to assist, but while the potentials of his abilities had only begun to be explored, they would undeniably be of use. Though, using them to evacuate the Underground as the Quintessons probed deep would be as much as he'd dared push them since his encounter with Inquirata.

"I need to know more," he finally said, taking another turn. "I need to know where she is, and how she's been...used." For labor, experimentation, or something else...the first of which, while at one point unthinkable for a woman to slave so, wasn't nearly as far out of the question nowadays. Quintessons thought rather little of the differences between the human sexes, it seemed. "I want to see her, of course, but I...I'm worried." At Aillard's soft 'mmm' of prompt, he took a breath before concluding, "I don't know what she's been through these past few years, much less whether she's still in a state to...remember me."

For a time, they walked in silence. Victor's sense of direction would have guided them even were the path not familiar to him by now, as he'd walked it nearly every day since it was first shown. They had just arrived at the crumbling old station when Aillard seemed to have decided on his thoughts.

"While it is...possible she may have changed, or been changed," he slowly began, "so have we all, throughout these years. And you still care for her, non?" At Victor's nod, he continued. "Perhaps she, too, thinks much of how you parted - and if you have known each other long, then surely you would be remembered just as long?" Victor barked out a short laugh as they crossed the rails. "We've known each other since childhood," he explained, helping Aillard climb back up onto the platform. The other man chuckled, helping Victor in turn.

"You see? Such would not be easy to forget, even with everything considéré. Keep heart - it is as likely she worries for you just as fiercely."

Easy for you to say, Victor thought, though he did manage a small - though real - smile. Aillard was clearly trying to cheer him up, and maybe he should have been more enthused...but what should have been joyous news still hung over him like a gray cloud. He let out a slow breath as they arrived at the far wall, where he lowered the torch to illuminate his goal.

The wall was covered with carved names; some large, some small, some clumsily 'written', others more elegant. The ones Victor had carved were simple but clear, a testament to those he had left behind during the confrontation with Inquirata. Some of their fates were unknown to him, and in truth, the Quintessons might have been able to save them all for all he knew...but 'save' would be the wrong word, in such a case. Kept alive for further experimentation, or worse...

Aillard was quiet as Victor traced a hand along the names which were carved just as indelibly upon his very soul. Whether or not Aillard had been here before - or even carved his own - remained to be seen, but he did appreciate his friend's presence. As well as his respect for silence, allowing Victor to process his own thoughts on the matter as opposed to trying to distract. When he finally looked up at the Frenchman and offered a somewhat easier smile, Aillard returned it with one of his own before tilting his head, a silent, shall we return?

Any response Victor would have made was cut short by the sound of rubble shifting. Both men looked sharply towards the sound, which was already growing louder, more chaotic- and there was a panicked shout, as if someone had just stumbled over debris. Aillard was the one to take the lantern, to hold it up high, and Victor squinted in the dim light as his Quintesson-altered eyes pierced the darkness. Perhaps not so well as some, but it was enough for him to make out a vaguely humanoid shape. "Hello?" he called, already on guard. Were they followed? Surely, only the Underground would venture here, but with the uptick in Quintesson activity - another Guardsman wasn't out of the question, and his fingers flexed in a now-instinctive preparation to call Rhisling...

There was an animal-like squeak, and then a few rapid clicks - the two men briefly shared a glance before Aillard cleared his throat and took a step forwards. "We mean no harm," he offered, though Victor imagined he was no doubt wondering whether it was just some sort of creature, perhaps- well, he didn't know any that made those sorts of noises, but-

-but as that humanoid figure ducked its head, then began to move forwards, his thoughts of it being a mere animal disappeared. "I'm sorry," they - she, it sounded female - said, "I didn't want to scare you, I just wanted to look..."

Her way of speaking was odd, as if she was having trouble forming her mouth around the words - and Victor realized why a moment later. Aillard, not able to see in low light quite as well, merely offered a warm smile. "Non, you are welcome - come into the light."

There was silence in response. Aillard's smile faltered just a bit, a bit concerned that he'd said something wrong, but as Victor stood he placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "It's all right. You're that Beastman, aren't you? I've seen you around, I think."

"Mmhm." The shadow-shape bobbed its head in a nod, then took a final step forwards. In the light cast from the lantern, the shadows made it seem as if she was something of a monster - great flaps of leathery skin hung from her arms, like an organic version of the draping sleeves of royalty from yore. Said arms were covered by a thin layer of fur, which spread forth to cover her entire body to a degree far beyond even the most barbaric of humans. And her face-! Like something out of nightmares, with a flat and hoglike nose set below beady black eyes that were ringed by red. But the expression held concern in its strange features, a hesitant worry for being shunned for her appearance.

And, to be fair, it was Victor who inhaled sharply - he'd never seen her this close, only from a distance, and to be also fair she stood out in the crowds - but Aillard merely relaxed, chuckling as he shook his head. "You have also come for the mémorial?" he asked.

The woman nodded, her hands close to her chest. Victor noticed that they, too, didn't seem quite right; a thumb and two fingers, unless the others were hidden in the shadow. Nonetheless, she was holding something even stranger. "For my friends," she explained, her eyes briefly scanning the wall before apparently finding what she was looking for. She took some steps towards it, kneeling before carefully setting down the page of pressed flowers. "The ones left behind."

The silence that followed was far from awkward; both Aillard and Victor knew such a sentiment far too well. Before long, though, Victor couldn't help but ask, "Where did you find those- Mina, was it?" She looked up with what Victor assumed was a smile. "My last patrol," she explained, "before we had to pause them." At Victor's rueful expression, her smile broadened into a toothy grin - her prominent fangs glinted in the lantern's light. "If there's ever been a reason, we have it - it's about time someone bloodied the Quintesson's noses." She snickered, a strange hissing sound, but it was still enough to ease some of Victor's tension.

"You may be resuming them sooner than later," he offered, noting the way her eyes seemed to glint with surprise, then eagerness. "There's talk of an evacuation, with their interest moving into the tunnels."

There was another of those clicking sounds as she brought a finger to her mouth in thought. "Evacuation?...I'm not sure how the rest will take it, but I've always said we shouldn't keep our nest so close to the Spires. Sure, it makes it easy to hide, but..." She shrugged, as if letting the situation speak for itself.

"...but when you are no longer hidden, it becomes a problem," Aillard noted wryly. "Pravda and I have always thought it was only a matter of time until the Quintessons looked deeper, with there only being so many places to hide in the first place." Mina nodded in agreement as he gave Victor a serious look. "Remember, it was not just your work that started all this - we escaped, too. Which led to your young friends being captured in the first place."

Which was half the reason Victor had gone into the Spire, and why Primus had given him the choice to sabotage a project that threatened more than London, more than even just Earth. And while Victor couldn't imagine that any of them could have possibly predicted just how things had progressed, perhaps the increase in Quintesson activity was inevitable, one way or another. "Perhaps," he sighed, guilt only so eased at the thought that an evacuation should have already been planned, "but at least once we find a space, I should be able to make short work of the trip." "So it's true?" Mina cocked her head, peering curiously before moving towards him. "You can create portals, like the Quintesson ships?" She was smaller than he, thinner, too, but as with so many of the Underground there was a certain stature to her that Victor imagined was a byproduct of their harsh lives. Her sex had nothing to do with it, nor even those beastly modifications the Quintessons had done to her. Meeting those odd eyes, he saw something in there that was undeniably more human than some of the Guardsmen he used to work with.

And so Victor offered a crooked smile, whimsically hoping that perhaps she, too, saw something - or at least didn't find him lacking. "Spacebridges, and in a sense," he explained. "We still haven't found out their limits yet, but we do know others can travel through them. Once I know where I'm opening, anyway - I'll likely have to see the space with my own eyes."

Mina considered for a long few moments before nodding, apparently deciding on something. "Then- come with me. Out of London," she clarified at his bemused expression. "I already have a place in mind, and Trentin already said it might work as a shelter - the sooner we find out, the better."

Victor arched his brow. "You're not going to wait for him to - no, there's no time to wait," he reasoned in a softer voice. When they could be found any day, any hour at this point...he looked towards Aillard. "Would you mind letting Magnes know of our plans...?"

Aillard chuckled, waving a hand in acknowledgement. "Consider it done - though you might practice your powers by bridging back from time to time, just to test."

It was a good idea. With a nod, Victor turned back to Mina, gesturing for her to lead - she clicked excitedly before moving back for the tunnels, and the man was quick to follow at her heels.

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