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vendetta-if · 2 years

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Chapter 3 Part 2 Sneak Peek!

Hey guys 👋 I'm sorry for not being too active here for the last couple days 😅 I've been busy with finalizing the Part 2 for Patreon and today, I was busy with fixing and polishing a lot of stuff.

Moving on, it's time for a sneak peek into part 2 and this time, I'll be showing you guys 1 out of the 8 possible variations of the fight action scenes. This one will be the lethal option for high Combat and high Grav MC (this also happens to be the very first full action scenes I had ever written).

Warning, it'll be very long (and bloody 😆), so I'll keep it under the cut!

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You pull out the combat knife that Ash gifted you just last night from its holster, grip it, and get into a stance. Your eyes scan the enemies and start to categorize the high-priority ones that you should neutralize first, namely the two goons who are taking out their pistols. Once they are dealt with, it should be easier to fight close quarters with the two remaining ones who are going to be fighting close quarter as well.

Deciding on your first target, you rush—or more like leap—towards him, closing the distance in just one big stride, lowering the gravity pull on your limbs and body. He's shocked by your inhuman speed and tries to step back while raising his pistol at the same time. Your left hand strikes out like a cobra and grabs his wrist, your right hand comes next, plunging the combat knife straight into his wrist.

He cries out in pain and drops the gun he's holding. Giving him no chance to recover, you pull his body towards you, giving you momentum as you drag the still-embedded knife up along the length of his arm. You must've hit one of his major arteries since you feel the warm blood spurting on the left side of your torso, drenching your clothes, making them stick to your skin; you ignore it.

As soon as your knife hits his shoulder, you pull out, and spin the knife, before punching it up the space between his chin and neck, putting extra force behind the thrust by increasing the pull of gravity on the knife upwards. The knife goes straight up his jaw and skewers through the roof of his mouth. You barely feel the resistance as your knife pierces the poor guy's head like a hot knife through butter, thanks to the mix of the extra force and the new knife's sharp edge.

The man's face is frozen in half-shock and half-scream, blood quickly pooling from his mouth and flowing out onto his chin, floor, and your wrist. You cringe a bit in disgust before holding his head and wrenching your knife out; more blood starts pouring out, but you quickly kick his body away from you before it can drench you even further.

The other pistol-bearing goon stands there shocked but quickly snaps out of it as you turn towards her. This time, she raises her pistol, takes an aim at you, and pulls the trigger. You lighten your gravity pull again and duck to the side with an almost inhuman reflex, before rushing forward. She shoots a couple more rounds, but you dodge all of them with ease, her eyes and reflexes can't keep up with your swifter movement.

In a blink of an eye, you get into her personal space and spinning the knife into a backwards grip, you slash it across her exposed neck. At first, only a red line forms, but not even a second later, the blood starts pouring out of it like one of those artificial waterfalls. She instinctively lets go of her pistol and grabs at her neck instead, trying in vain to stem the bleeding. You take the opportunity to plunge your knife into her chest; she opens her mouth to scream, but only a gurgle of blood comes out. You kick her away from you to free your knife from being stuck in between her rib cage.

You notice that she's still alive, writhing on the ground like a worm. You step closer and bring up your right foot, increasing the downward gravity pull on your leg just as it moves downwards. You hear a sickening crunch and you can feel her facial bones cave in underneath the sole of your shoe as you stomp on her face. She immediately goes limp and blood starts to pool underneath your foot, spreading rapidly on the floor.

You glance up and see one of the two remaining goons hesitate, the one wielding a switchblade is closer to you and you can see the slight tremors running down his body. The other one with the claws lets out a yell as she rushes at you, and it seems to give the other guy a burst of bravery as he also joins the Hail Mary rush, shouting out his own warcry.

Making a split-second decision, you launch your combat knife at the guy, putting in extra force by increasing the gravitational pull on the knife as it sails toward him. His eyes widen but it's too late for him to stop or swerve out of the way. The knife hits his forehead and pierces through it until only the handle is visible. The dead man's rush halts and he takes a couple of staggering steps instinctively, the body seems to have not caught up completely to the fact that the brain is most likely already dead. He topples over face first onto the floor, switchblade clattering uselessly out of the limp fingers.

"You bastard! I'll make you pay for that!" a shrill voice screeches out at you and you can hear the mixture of rage and sorrow clear in the pained voice.

You turn just in time to face the last goon, evading the swipe of her sharp claws deftly. Seeing that you don't have any weapons right now, she decides to press her attacks relentlessly. You're forced on the defense, dodging under her deadly strikes and trying to get some sort of distance from her, which she doesn't let you do.

She might be smaller in stature compared to the other goons, but she's certainly better in combat than all of them. Her reflexes and movements are fast like a cat's, and were it not for your proficiency in close-quarter combat supported by your smart usage of gravikinesis, her hits might have landed at least once and you would be bleeding right now.

Left with no choice, you hold out your hand in the direction of the other guy's corpse, concentrating on pulling his switchblade towards you while keeping up with her assaults. A second later, the switchblade sails through the air and accidentally slashes across her right cheek, before finally landing on your outstretched and open hand. That seems to make her stop for a second as she yelps in pain, reaching up to touch the wound.

This time, you're the one who takes advantage of her momentary distraction as you press your attacks with the switchblade, only managing to create numerous shallow cuts here and there as she tries to evade and keep up with your swifter movement; at least now you're keeping her on the back foot.

The small wounds take a toll on her and soon her movements start to slow until she makes a misstep. She flails as she tries to regain her balance. You grab her flailing arms and pull her towards you before grabbing her torso. Lightening her weight, you easily lift her up in the air as if she weighs nothing more than a pillow, before you bring her down harder, increasing the gravity pull, just in time for you to bring your knee up. You hear the snapping and the crunching first before you register the feeling of her spine breaking as it collides with your knee. She can't even scream, only a breathless gasp comes out of her mouth.

Letting go of her, you let her drop front first on the floor before striding over to the previous guy's dead body to yank your combat knife out of his skull. Crouching by his body, you clean both sides of the blade on his white shirt before you notice that the petite woman is still alive. She seems to be paralyzed from the waist down, but still, she drags herself towards the doorway and away from the killing grounds.

You sigh before standing up again and walking casually over to her. She seems to hear your approaching footsteps and redoubles her effort in desperation. You stomp your right foot on her broken spine and feel the broken shards crunching against each other. She screeches in fear as you bend down and grab her hair, pulling her head backwards and slashing your newly-cleaned knife across her exposed throat, blood spraying wildly as the knife's edge cuts clean through her jugulars, and her screech morphs into gurgles.

Letting go of her head, you let her bleed on the floor as you stand up. You suddenly remember that there's one more member in this jolly group that has been missing throughout the fight, the leader. You glance around the room frantically, but she's already nowhere to be seen. Damn! She must've gotten away when you were busy dealing with her subordinates. Coward.

Ash's voice brings your attention away from your building anger.

"I think this is soft enough, $!{nick}. We need to get out soon, I think I saw some police cars passing by the street below."

Sighing in frustration, you turn away from the doorway.

#writing updates #sneak peek #chapter 3 #if: vendetta #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript #hosted games #choice of games #cyoa #interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive games #asks

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 2 years

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Edward Cullen Master Post

Edward Gets Weird About Everything

Edward Cullen’s Transformation Back into Humanity: A Novel by Vladimir Nabokov

Edward is Living His Best Romantic Tragedy Life and He Loves It

To Stare at Edward is to Stare in the Face of Madness

Edward Didn’t Want Alice Look After Bella in New Moon at All

Edward Wants His Human Girlfriend Cake and To Eat it Too

Edward’s Double Think, Fighting Prowess, and Issues With Bella’s Transformation

More on Edward’s Hair Color

Edward’s Thoughts on Life and the Universe

Edward Cullen’s Thoughts on the Family

In the Trolley Problem, Between Renesmee and Bella, Edward Chooses Renesmee

In the Trolley Problem, Between Carlisle and Bella, Who Does Edward Choose?

Why Does Edward Hate Jasper?

Would Edward Hate Jasper Even More if Jasper Had Good Control? (Probably Not)

Edward and Reddit

Would Edward Have Still Been Interested in an Older Bella? (No, He Eats Her)

Edward’s Gift and Language and Follow Up

What if Edward Suspected a Scarlet Woman Was After Carlisle?

Edward If Jessica Stanley Suspecting Him of Vampirism Caught Him By Surprise

Would Light Yagami and Edward Cullen Get Along?

Would Wizard Trotsky (From Lily and the Art of Being Sisyphus) and Edward Cullen Get Along?

Edward and Batman

How Would Edward See Tom Riddle?

Why Are Edward and Seth Friends?

Edward’s Thoughts on Halloween

Edward Really Doesn’t Care About His Human Parents

Yes, Edward Really Did Want to Marry Bella

Would Edward Be Happier If He Didn’t Have His Gift?

Would Edward Even Care About Bella Had She Been Raised in Forks by Charlie?

Was Edward Inspired by the Volturi Wives When He Kidnapped Bella in Eclipse?

What if You Mentally Shriek at Random Intervals in Edward’s Vicinity?

Edward and How Bella Really Could Look Like Almost Anything

How Would Edward Feel About Anti-Vaxxers?

Edward’s Fragile Ego and How He’ll Never Admit Bella Might Be More Powerful than He is

What Did Edward Mean About Bella’s Blood Not Bothering Him in Eclipse?

If Edward Lived in a World with Daemons, Would He Still Insist He Has No Soul? (Yes)

What Would Make Edward Truly Happy?

Does Edward Support Divorce?

Would Edward Ever be Chill About Bella Staying in Volterra?

Why Do I Think Edward Would Mercy-Kill Bella?

How Would Edward React to Someone Else Whose Mind He Can’t Read?

How Would Edward Feel if Renesmee Had Inherited His Gift?

Why Edward Might Refer to Rosalie as a Shrew

Could Edward Ever Lose Faith in Carlisle? What Would it Take?

Will Edward Resent Renesmee?

Edward Didn’t Seem to Care About the Legalities of Marriage That Much

Does Edward Resent Alice for Leaving in Breaking Dawn?

Would Edward Have Liked Rosalie if He Couldn’t Hear Her Thoughts? (No, He Dislikes the Idea of Her)

Would Edward Still Be an Angst Ridden Mess if He Was a More Traditional Vampire Vampire?

Why Does Edward Like Alice Anyways?

Why Did Edward Save Bella from the Van?

Would Edward Protect Bella from The Purge or Use it as an Excuse to Eat Her?

Does Edward Victim Blame?

Everyone Already Pants After Carlisle, Edward Knows

Edward Plays Kiss, Marry, Kill: The Answers Will Shock You!

Edward: Probably Not that Offended by Traditionally Unfeminine Women

How Would Edward React if Rosalie Had Brought Home a Woman From the Mountain?

Edward, The Madonna/Whore Complex, and Why He’s Not Sleeping with Tanya

Would Edward Change His Opinion of Mike Newton if He Protected Her from the Van and Died?

Could Edward Have Sex Outside of Marriage?

How Would Edward React to Having Sex with a Close Female Friend He Doesn’t Love?

Would Edward Be Happier Embracing His Inner Demon?

Does Edward Believe in Soulmates?

What if Someone Read Ao3 Porn Next to Edward in Class?

Edward Believes in Soulmates and Will Probably Cheat on Bella: Somehow Not Mutually Exclusive

Edward Doesn’t Think Demetri is Dangerous

Why Would Edward Make Bella Human Again (If He Only Got to Pick One)?

Why Edward Never Uses Tongue/Open Mouthed Kissing When Bella’s Human

If You Asked for Sex with a Human Advice, Post Canon Edward Would Probably Still Point You to the Denali

Canon Edward was Horrified of Edward, Human Edward Would Be Too

Edward and the Least Interested Someone Can React to “An Aggressively Female Body”

Edward in General

Edward’s the Heart of the Family

If Edward Went to Hogwarts Would Dumbledore Read His Mind?

Did Edward Contact the Denali to Learn How to Best Have Sex with Bella?

Why Do I think Harry Potter and Edward Cullen are Gay?

Edward Has No Gaydar

Yes, Edward Was Really Trying to Kill Himself in Volterra

Edward and the Phantom of the Opera

Was Edward Always Crazy?

Is Edward Charming?

Does Edward Like ABBA?

How Long Until Edward Loses Interest in Bella?

Which Pairing Makes Edward Suffer the Most?

Would Edward Ever Join the Volturi? (Or, Edward’s Ego Takes a Bruising)

Has Edward Seen the Wall of Carlisle?

Under What Circumstances Would Edward Murder Carlisle?

Thoughts on Edward’s Misogyny

Would Edward Have Eloped?

How Would Edward Have Reacted if One of His Victims from the 1930′s Survived to Become a Man-Eating Vampire?

How are Edward and Louis Pointe du Lac from Interview with a Vampire Similar?

The Similarities Between Edward and Breaking Bad’s Walter White

Would Edward Have Spared His Son Edward Jacob as He Did Renesmee?

How Would I Make Edward a More Moral Person?

How Would Edward React at the Idea of a Gifted Carlisle?

What if Edward Had Been Alone in the Ballet Studio?

How Did Edward React the First Time Carlisle and Esme Went to Isle Esme?

What if Carlisle Had Brought Edward to Volterra?

If Aro Had Decided to Use Chelsea When Edward Thought Bella Was Dead Would He Still Insist on Suicide?

What is Edward’s Self-Inheritance Scheme?

Armand from Interview with a Vampire and Edward Cullen are the Same Person

How Would Edward React if Bella Ate a Person?

Does Edward Even Have Morals?

Edward’s Gift and Foreign Languages

Would Edward’s New Moon Plan Even Work?

Edward Got Beat Up by Jane Once

Can Edward Play Rush E?

Edward Probably Didn’t Go to Prom Before Bella and Got Weird About It

If Animal Blood Weakened Gifts, Edward Would Still Be on the Diet

Can Edward Stop Repressing His Homosexuality and Could Carlisle Tell Him He’s Gay?

How Would Edward React if Bella Had Said Rosalie’s Name Longingly in Her Sleep?

What Would Edward Have Done if Bella Hadn’t Agreed to Marry Him?

On Why Even if There Was a Vampire Therapist it Wouldn’t Help Edward Much

Could Edward Be a CEO?

Could Edward, Garrett, and Jasper Be the Volturi?

Are Edward and Carlisle Similar to Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi from Star Wars?

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Edward’s General Reliability and His View of Bella and Alice’s Friendship

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Edward Doesn’t Listen to a Word Bella Says

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Edward Likes Blondes

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Yes, Edward Thinks He’s Better Than Us Mortal Plebians

Is Edward Dumber than Harry Potter?

Can Edward Self-Improve?

Can Edward Actually Play Piano or is This a Debacle?

It Doesn’t Matter What Aro Was Thinking When He First Met Edward, Edward Would Not Notice or Care

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needsmorewlw · 2 years

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do you have have headcanon for the counselors keeping wolfy traits but in the myth superpower type of way 🥰🥴

I mean yes I absolutely do

I can't help sorting them into almost like...classes?(lol) like strength class, speed class and and heightened senses class.

Like they all got a bit of all three but some of their bodies naturally became more attuned to one or two abilities over the others.

Jacob, Nick and Laura got SUPER strong. Just accidentally ripping windows off hinges and door handles off doors. It's easy enough for them to get the hang of but they have to be careful with their moods so they don't go punching holes through walls when they get peeved.

Max, Emma and Ryan got super nimble and fast. The three of them have those lean muscle frames (I saw your abs halston sage) so I picture them going full on spider man, parkour style with their abilities. Just super agile lil' babes climbing and jumping over things.

Then Dylan, Kaitlyn and Abi got like mad heightened senses. They get even smarter and more strategic and also their perception heightened to like a sixth sense almost. Like to the point when it's like they can predict things but they actually just have insanely good hearing. Also just like, wild fast reflexes

I think the retain the super healing but some of them more than the others. Like the speedy characters can't take a hit as well as the others but that's why they're fast so they're harder to hit.

In addition to the strong characters, I've already made a whole post about how Dylan naturally has crazy high constitution. I think the rest of them catch up to him and meanwhile his goes even higher right through the roof. Shoot him in the chest point-blank with a shotgun and he wouldn't even budge an inch. But he WOULD complain.

I think Kaitlyn's like a super good tracker. She develops this hunter instinct. She knows where you're gonna hide before you do.

I feel like Abi gets some sort of ability where she can like almost see smells and noises. Like she can see stuff in bright colours and it helps her notice stuff others wouldn't.

Ryan's like, hella stealthy. He can basically disappear. Like he can make his footsteps his movements, his breathing silent. He can slow his heartrate so not even the other pack members can hear it (besides maybe Dyl, Kaitlyn and Abi if they're actively looking for him)

This is so self indulgent but what if Emma could like use her pheromones to charm people. She gets close enough for people to smell her and they'll do anything for her before it wears off. She's hot and I love her

I don't have any more rn but I will undoubtedly keep hyperfixating

#the quarry #supermassive games #tq hcs #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #kaitlyn ka #laura kearny #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #jacob custos #nick furcillo #max brinly #anon #ask #headcanons

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heavymetalseries · 11 months

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A Waltz of Witchcraft | Chapter 1

1856, Paris, France

“If you fall and break your neck, maman is going to kill you!”

Jean-Étienne ignored his sister’s comment, muffled by the distance between the top of the roof and the street below. A gentle melody played through his mind, vibrating through the muscles of his throat as he moved, fluid and boneless as a pampered cat. Despite the way his muscles strained, he kept his breathing slow and steady. He had spent just as much time playing this piece on the violin as he did dancing it, and his muscles knew the choreography just as well as his fingers knew the notes.

“Jean-Étienne!”

The roof ledge was so narrow, he shouldn’t have been able to dance on it the way he did. His thick thigh muscles tensed and loosened, keeping him balanced.

“Get down from there, or I swear to God— Jean-Étienne! Jean-Étienne!”

Jean-Étienne stood on the ball of his foot. The wind whipped his hair around his face and made the hairs on his bare arms stand on end. He closed his eyes, breathing through the strain of his calves, the tightening of his abdomen as he leaned forward. His leg raised, seemingly of its own volition, as though he was one of the marionettes Parisian street performers played with. An invisible string connected to the back of his heel pulled him to pivot down around his pelvis in a held penché. If he stretched just a little more, he would be able to touch the roof with his fingertips.

There was a trust in moments like this.

A trust that he could support himself. A trust that his body wouldn’t betray him. A trust that his reflexes were enough to keep him from falling.

He opened his eyes and looked down. In the moonlight, he couldn’t see much. What he could see of his older sister’s form was largely hidden by shadows.

In music, it was called a fermata. A rest, a pause held until released by the conductor. Up here, there was nobody to release him from it. Up here, he answered only to himself, to the music, and to his own body.

It would be so easy to fall. It would be so easy to allow his muscles to loosen enough to drop.

There was nothing easy in ballet, just as there was nothing easy in violin.

Easy didn’t exist.

Jean-Étienne straightened himself so his skull, shoulders, and pelvis were all stacked on top of each other. The line of his spine was perfectly perpendicular to the roof he danced on. He spun on the ball of his foot, extended his other leg up so that his heel was in line with his ear, then lowered it to cross his ankles with a graceful bow that was almost more likely to send him over the edge than the leaning did.

“I swear to God, Jean-Étienne, I will—!”

Camille didn’t finish her threat. Instead, she let out a high shriek as Jean-Étienne took a step forward so his toes hung over the edge of the roof, his entire weight resting only on the balls of his feet.

Blood rushed through Jean-Étienne's ears. If his arms couldn’t support him, if he mis-timed the movement by so much as a fraction of a second, he would be sent hurtling toward the ground at a speed that would no doubt shatter most of the bones in his body if it didn’t kill him.

With a sharp intake of breath, Jean-Étienne stepped off the ledge.

Camille’s scream was muffled by the wind rushing around him.

Twelve years of dancing had taught Jean-Étienne to trust his body. He trusted his muscles, and that trust was well-earned. In a well-practiced motion, he spun mid-air and caught himself on the ledge of the roof. The bricks scraped the palms of his hands. The muscles of his arms snapped tight and bulged out from beneath the short sleeves of his shirt. A seam along the back of his shoulder broke open. Using the momentum, he swung his legs forward through the open window and released the ledge.

A lesser dancer would have gone sprawling to the floor. As skilled as Jean-Étienne was at controlling his violin, he was equally good, if not better, at controlling his body.

Madame Marin would be proud of his landing.

The storage room was empty, save for the walls of shelves packed with dance shoes. He took the silence as an opportunity to sit on the floor and stretch out his legs and hips, and to give his stuttering heart a chance to slow down. Even though he hadn’t been dancing long compared to most nights, Madame Marin always emphasized how important it was to stretch before and after. All it would take was one wrong movement on a tight muscle to cause a tear that would never repair.

The pull of his muscles and the opening of the joints where thigh met pelvis felt good. Still sitting on the floor, he stretched his arms over his head and pressed back until his shoulder blades popped a little.

This close to a performance, it would only be a matter of minutes before ballerinas were flittering in and out of the room in search of last-minute emergency shoes.

Jean-Étienne pressed his toes and palms flat on the floor, stretching his calves, and walked his hands toward his feet until he stood upright. He moved the pile of unusable, discarded shoes he’d dumped onto his clothing to hide them. Modesty didn’t occur to him as he stripped off the shorts he preferred to practice in. He had grown up in a home that was little more than the size of this room with two parents, three sisters, two brothers, and the occasional aunts and uncles and cousins and petit rats under his mother’s tutelage who moved in and out. Private moments were rare and unexpected luxuries. Besides, he spent enough time with the dancers that they had all seen each other in various states of undress. The laws of propriety didn’t always apply to the low-class whores of the ballet and opera, himself included.

Loud footsteps echoed from down the hall, and the door slammed open as he finished the top button on his shirt over the close-fitting bodice. The fact that it had once belonged to Samuel was obvious in the way it hung loose on his narrow frame.

Camille only stared at him long enough to see that he wasn’t hurt before she crossed the small room and shoved him hard. Jean-Étienne took a step back to steady himself.

“Goddamn it, Jean-Étienne Petit! Are you trying to kill yourself?” she shrieked.

Jean-Étienne rolled his eyes and straightened his posture into the only stance his body knew by reflex. His heels pressed together, tightening the muscles of his abdomen.

“If I was trying to kill myself, I would have landed on the ground,” he pointed out.

This time, when she shoved him, he didn’t stumble back.

“You’re an ass,” she said.

He stuck his tongue out her, momentarily betraying his age. She only snorted and tapped the front of his shoulder with her fist.

“Stop showing off and hurry up already. If we’re late, maman is going to kill us, or worse. How would you like it if she made all your hair fall out?”

Jean-Étienne winced and ran a self-conscious hand through his long, golden hair. Surely, no matter how angry Madame Marin was with him, she wouldn’t do anything to tarnish his appearance. Not when, in her own words, it was his most valuable asset.

They had come to Paris six years ago without much, only their instruments and dance clothes. After nearly a decade of petitioning, their mother had finally secured a position as maitresse de ballet with le Ballet de l'Opéra national de Paris. Once there, it didn’t take her long to climb the ranks. Though she was forced to take instruction from the men choreographing the pieces, every dancer knew she was the one they answered to. It seemed that though Amalie Petit, née Amalie Marin, had been forced to retire from the stage when her eldest child, Samuel, was born, her reputation still meant something. She’d moved from Marseilles, dragging with her an aspiring composer husband, three petit rats, and three musicians.

It wasn’t long before the two eldest of those daughters secured minor roles for themselves. The youngest, while decent enough, wasn’t up to the high standards of l’Opera. Instead, she joined their father and brothers beneath the stage. Sometimes, Jean-Étienne was down there with her and their brothers. Sometimes, he was on top of the stage with his other sisters. He was skilled enough at both, and pretty enough to pass as a woman from far when he had to. He was supposed to be part of the orchestra this time, but Marie-Soleil had shattered her leg in three places with not nearly enough time to find and train a suitable replacement. By God’s good grace, Jean-Étienne was the closest to her size and knew the choreography as well as the rest of the corps.

“How are things with Charles?” Jean-Étienne asked as they walked down the hall Camille had come from.

The floor was cold beneath his already bruised and blistered, stocking-clad feet. Neither of them wore their pointe-shoes, holding them in their hands instead.

Camille let out a long sigh and shook her head. Her golden curls swung with the motion.

“It would be so much easier if we didn’t have to keep it a secret. He doesn’t understand why. He doesn’t understand what will happen if maman finds out about him,” she said.

Jean-Étienne barely managed to keep himself from wincing. Charles really had no idea what a mess he was in, involving himself with one of Amalie Petit’s daughters. Everyone who had stood between her children and their chances of finding a wealthy patron who would support them and the family didn’t seem to stick around very long.

It wasn’t only poor baker’s apprentices who were in danger, either. The unfortunate girl who played a supporting role in this season’s production had been forced to step down when she was suddenly plagued by a swarm of ticks, promoting Brigitte from understudy. And of course, there was poor Marie-Soleil’s leg.

Many things could be said about Amalie Petit. None of those things were that she didn’t have a flair for the dramatic. Ballet was the only place her vicious nature could be tolerated.

“Either get it right, or get out of my studio! How do you intend to find a patron when you dance like a pregnant duck?” she shouted, her harsh voice carrying through the halls as though she were an opera singer.

Jean-Étienne and Camille exchanged similar grimaces. It was nice not to be the one on the receiving end of Madame Marin’s anger for once.

The thump of a cane against the floor made Jean-Étienne wince. Whichever poor girl had irritated Madame Marin yelped, high and startled. There was a heavy thud of a body hitting the floor.

“Jean-Étienne! Camille! Come here,” Madame Marin barked.

Jean-Étienne shrank back a little, half-tempted to try hiding his narrow frame behind his sister’s similar build. How did she even know they were there? They weren’t even within the door’s sight line. She must have caught their reflections in a mirror.

“Both of you, I said come here!”

“Witch,” Camille muttered under her breath.

Jean-Étienne's lip twitched, and he fought to suppress a smile. Whether or not it was meant to be an insult, she was right. Madame Marin was a witch in every sense of the term, but she was talented enough that most people were willing to look the other way about it.

Exchanging one last worried glance, Camille and Jean-Étienne walked into the room together. Jean-Étienne stayed close to the mirrors lining the wall and gave Priscille a small smile that the dancer didn’t return. She was too focused on performing the same steps he’d been doing on the roof.

“Keep your hips straight, for God’s sake. Jean-Étienne, tell her.”

“Maybe he should dance the part,” Priscille snapped through clenched teeth.

Jean-Étienne flinched.

Though she really did need to keep her hips straight if she didn’t want to screw up the land—

There was a sickening crunch, followed by an even more sickening scream. Priscille crumbled to the floor.

Nausea filled Jean-Étienne's stomach and his skin prickled, a sensation like sharp nails raking down his scalp as his body registered the reason for the sounds before his mind did. His hands flew up to cover his mouth.

Camille leapt to her feet, only to drop to a crouch beside Priscille.

“It’s all right, dear. Let me see— Oh my God! Oh my— It isn’t as bad as it sounds, I promise,” she said, her voice more desperate than reassuring.

Jean-Étienne's muscles unfroze one by one, though his movements were far too stiff as he forced himself to step toward the pair.

Camille was right. It wasn’t as bad as it sounded. It was worse.

Jean-Étienne had hoped it was only a sprain that would heal in time, but the bone was clearly broken. Even if Madam Marin had something that could help heal it, there was no way Priscille could dance on it tonight.

Madame Marin only sighed and peered down at Priscille. Another woman might have been worried, but Madame Marin only looked annoyed.

Jean-Étienne tried not to blame her. Since she couldn’t dance herself anymore, Madame Marin had devoted every minute of her life to bringing her dancers up to the same standard she held herself. They weren’t more than an hour from the curtains rising. With the recent round of consumption that had swept through the company, there weren’t any dancers who could take her place. They might be able to get somebody from another company, but there wasn’t much time.

Jean-Étienne reached forward, but stopped himself. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to do right now. Was there even anything he could do to help her?

The tapping of Madame Marin’s cane on the floor drew Jean-Étienne's attention from Priscille’s screams of pain. He tipped his head up toward her. Her thin lips were quirked up into a tight, humourless smile. She sighed and waved a bony hand.

“Camille, take her out of here. Jean-Étienne, you will be taking her place at the front of the corps. Come on. Show me.”

Priscille glared up at him through tears as Camille helped her to her feet, supporting her weight so she didn’t have to put any pressure on her broken leg. No dancer was a stranger to pain, but her composure unsettled even him. He kept his eyes on his feet as he shrugged off his shirt. There was a difference between dancing as part of the corps, and alone with nobody to share Madame Marin’s cold regard.

“Keep your chin up. Good. Down up, and-a down up. Chin up, dammit. You’re too pretty to have such an ugly expression. There you go. Watch your ankles. Six, seven, eight, one, two, three— Good. That’s enough, stop right there.”

Jean-Étienne froze in place. His heart raced from a combination of nerves and exertion. Madame Marin approached, her cane thumping against the floor, and walked a circle around him.

“There is going to be a very important man here tonight. Our ballet’s primary financier. I have been told that his tastes are… Well, that he isn’t interested in ballet because of the ladies,” Madame Marin said.

Jean-Étienne wasn’t sure how he managed to keep his expression neutral. He didn’t miss the implication of her words. It was a poorly kept secret that most of the wealthy men who funded ballets did so because of the access it gave them to dancers. It wasn’t much different from the way the orchestra was treated, though at least with the musicians, the interest did tend to be more artistic than lecherous.

Madame Marin turned her attention from him and crossed the floor to reach her bag. Jean-Étienne didn’t move.

“I need your blood,” she said.

Jean-Étienne stiffened, though not so much at the words as at the sharp knife in his mother’s hand.

“You need—“

“It isn’t much, you’ll barely notice it.”

She held the knife out to him. When he hesitated, she snatched his hand and made a slight nick in his wrist. Her grip was like a vice.

“Ow!”

“It isn’t that bad.”

“That hurt.”

“Don’t be a child. There you go.”

As soon as Madame Marin released his hand, Jean-Étienne jerked it toward his chest, only just managing to stop himself from pressing the bloody wound to his clothes. Instead, he took the handkerchief she held out to him. He tied it awkwardly around his wrist, watching her make her way back to her bag. From it, she pulled a large glass jar. The lid popped off with a smooth twist of her wrist.

She poured the blood into the mixture and closed the lid of the jar again, tight enough that it didn’t leak when she shook it hard. Whatever was in the concoction alongside his blood, it would be fed to the wealthy men who paid to meet the ballerinas after the performance. Or, tonight, to one man in particular.

For the first time in longer than Jean-Étienne could remember, Madame Marin smiled up at him.

“Tonight, you are going to make me very proud.”

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Jean-Étienne didn’t mind playing a woman’s role.

When Madame Marin was young, most ballet dancers were men. Now, they were mostly women.

Most of the company’s dancers had known him since they’d moved to Paris. With his mother teaching and choreographing, and two sisters performing, it wasn’t uncommon for him to join them. Sometimes, he only watched.

Sometimes, he participated in rehearsals with his violin. Sometimes, he joined in to take the place of an absent corps member or one of the few male dancers.

“It is important,” Madame Marin was always saying, “for you to understand how the ladies move so you can understand how to play it.”

Sometimes, as he was doing with this ballet, he joined as a dancer himself.

He didn’t mind. Though he never wanted the attention that would come with being a soloist, he did enjoy dancing just as much as he enjoyed playing.

The women’s costumes were much different from the men’s. The corset wasn’t quite as uncomfortable as he expected it to be, given that it clearly wasn’t made for someone with his body type. His waist was broader than Priscille’s, though he also didn’t have any breasts that required supporting, which meant the girl helping him dress didn’t have to tie the lacing quite as tight. The stripped muslin skirt seemed like it would be impossibly distracting, but a few fouettés rondes de jambe en tournants were all it took to become accustomed to it. While the skirt and corset didn’t bother him much, it was embarrassing to wear women’s bloomers.

It was difficult to ignore the way the women stared at him in mixtures of confusion, curiosity, and annoyance, no doubt wondering why he was dancing such a front-facing role tonight. He winced a little as Marianne pulled a little too sharply at his hair as she tied it up to match the other corps dancers. Papa had always sneered at the way he kept his hair so long, but Madame Marin had never let him cut it short the way most men did.

“Sorry,” Marianne said without an ounce of apology in her voice.

Before Jean-Étienne could say anything, loud clapping echoed through the room. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the dancers as every one of them stood upright and faced the source of the sound. Though Jean-Étienne had never actually met the man paying for L’Oiseau rebelle, there was nobody else who could command so much attention so quickly.

For some reason, Jean-Étienne had expected Gaspard Lavoisier to be taller, though perhaps it was only Madame Marin’s height that made him appear so short by comparison. His eyes were as cold and critical as hers. He said something to her that Jean-Étienne was too far away to hear, then sighed and waved a hand.

“Tonight,” he said, “you will be premiering what will be one of the most important ballets of this century. Do not disappoint me.”

Standing slightly behind him, Madame Marin’s lips twitched a little. The tight lines around her eyes made Jean-Étienne half-expect the man to burst into flames right there.

Monsieur Lavoisier began to move through the room, motioning with two fingers for Madame Marin to follow. It was nothing short of a miracle that spiders didn’t begin to spill from his mouth, or something equally horrific. He adjusted dancers’ clothes and postures as though they were nothing but mannequins.

Though Jean-Étienne had never been formally trained as a dancer, Madame Marin had always put him through the same strict regiments she’d put his sisters through. It was a testament to that training that he had the discipline not to flinch the way he wanted to when Monsieur Lavoisier paused in front of him. He kept his body straight and rigid, staring at a spot on the wall.

“And who is this?” Monsieur Lavoisier snapped.

“A substitute corps dancer,” Madame Marin said evenly.

“Dressed as a woman.”

“It does still happen, Monsieur Lavoisier.”

“People do not come to the ballet to see men dance, Madame Petit. They come to see beautiful women in beautiful dresses. If I wanted more men in my ballet, I would have asked more men be written into it.”

Jean-Étienne was too focused on the spot on the wall to see Madame Marin’s expression, though he still felt the multiple sets of eyes on him, every dancer in the room watching the exchange as subtly as they could.

“He dances as well as any woman,” Madame Marin said.

Monsieur Lavoisier let out a short hum. He gripped Jean-Étienne's jaw with a firm hand and forced Jean-Étienne to look down at him.

It was a struggle to keep from flinching back as Monsieur Lavoisier examined him like a horse. The relief he felt when his jaw was released disappeared before it could fully form as Monsieur Lavoisier ran his hands down Jean-Étienne's chest and sides over the corset. Thankfully, they stopped at his hips. Thumbs dug painfully into the spots just inside his pelvis, but Jean-Étienne didn’t flinch.

He hated this. He hated this.

It was the only part of dance he hated. The aches and pains, the blistered feet, even the jealousy of the other dancers, he could find a way to tolerate. But this…

He longed for the solitude and the safety of the space beneath the stage where nobody would look at him, where nobody would touch him. If he cried, he would ruin his makeup. If he ruined his makeup, Madame Marin would be furious. That would be far worse than this. The dark makeup smudged around his eyes was her own personal creation, using a combination of God only knew what. He didn’t want it to go to waste.

Finally, finally, finally, Monsieur Lavoisier stepped back and looked up at Jean-Étienne with a hard scowl.

Please tell me to leave. Please kick me out of the corps. I don’t want to be up there.

He didn’t want a theatre full of people looking at him the way Monsieur Lavoisier looked at him.

“I suppose he is lovely enough to pass as a woman. A little tall, but… He had better know the choreography.”

“Monsieur Lavoisier, this is just as much my ballet as it is yours,” Madame Marin snapped.

Monsieur Lavoisier’s eyes stayed sharp on him for a moment longer before he finally nodded and turned to Marianne. Madame Marin stepped beside Jean-Étienne and tipped her head up so her lips were right beside his ear.

“Make sure that cow has nothing to say about your ability to dance,” she said.

Jean-Étienne nodded just slightly. His resolve to dance poorly disappeared at the sharp venom in her voice. When her attention was finally off him, he nearly crumpled as a sudden combination of relief and exhaustion washed over him. He squirmed a little in discomfort as the other dancers continued to stare at him. This night couldn’t end soon enough.

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on a scale of 1-19 how cowardly is Satou, and you can't say 10 or 9 or 11

because I am evil

HMMMM

so first of all a;ldfj

thank you for this yummy indeed very crunchy ask <3

and seconddddd

in canon he seems to be pretty brave! he throws himself over hii to protect her from the falling roof tiles after all. saiki is of the impression that using your own body to shield a cute girl is a normal thing to do a;lsdkfj i disagree w/him though, but it's an interesting measure of his speed, reflexes, and how he'll act in regards to the safety of a person he seems attracted to (based on his disappointment that toritisuka and her might already be going out a little later)

he also actually stuck around to try and reason with nendo and the gangster as well, appealing to them with reasonable logic in a situationally appropriate manner.

so i think that means he's probably braver than kaidou alkdfj he confronted those situations head on without needing to forget himself first. him prostrating himself in front of that gangster cliche i don't think is a scaredy cat move so much as a reasonable one with his family finances and immediate safety on the line, and again he still sticks it out.

he leaves nendo because the bell is about to ring. what a convenient excuse!!!

satou would probably catch a couple of frights going thru a haunted house but he'd probably enjoy himself, especially if he's with friends or hii (or his boyfriend)

so assuming one is least cowardly and 19 is most cowardly hmmm

maybeee

a five?

that's an average number that feels somewhat suspicious in this context, right? <:3c

but of course in future diary k he's a wimp because i mean what average person wouldn't be in that scenario this isn't asking to be let off the hook for a made up medical bill or a ceiling tile at school

this is people coming to kill you while dealing with internalized homophobia and feelings of lust and sympathy and confusion because who the hell would be into their own stalker

the best reaction to save your life when people are coming to kill you is to try to find somewhere safe, isn't it? which means running away to get there

so in future diary k i'd put him a bit higher because he's been running on fight flight or freeze - his animal brain is fully in control because he's in a situation where people wanna kill him, and hasn't been able to logic his way through things - like he seems to do in with nendo and the gangster cliche. he's beginning to adjust to the situation though :3c what's the average protagonist like in a death game anime....?

anyways in future diary k i'd put him at a 13 slowly falling back down

and in molotow i'd say he's around a five, maybe dropping to a three because he's so determined to catch a boyfriend uhuhuhuhu

#freak gets asks

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bobelblogger · 2 days

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Spider-Gwen's Sticky Situation

Original Spider web dissolves after one hour, SG web dissolves after two hours.

Venomized Silk Cindy Moon

Spider-Gwen is out testing a new formula for her webs. Unfortunately for her the live testing of them doesn't go as well as it did in private - it turns out even she can't break the webs, as the beautiful heroine discovers when a series of misfortunes leave her trapped in her own webs in a dark alley against the wall. At ground level. With her perfect ass sticking out and barely hidden in her curve-clinging costume. In the middle of a gang's terf. Oh boy, Gwen Stacy is in trouble now.

Gwen put the final touches on her web shooters put them and her costume on then her lucky ballet shoes before making her way to the roof and masking up then donning headphones and turning on some tunes, shooting a line to the adjoining roofs water tower and vaulting into the crisp night air with zeal and eagerness of a first date, with acrobatic finesse gracefully somersaulting mid shot through the gap between a moving trains cars, arching out swung up into the sky to silhouette herself in the moon and freefell to Petty's synonymous song, her clingy costume fit snug and flexibly as a glove to a hand while she danced on air in total exhilaration, the first inkling of her spidey sense tingling warned of a danger, brought her reeling to recover, before colliding with a shadow as it flew by with a rat in its talons that slashed her arm but using her quick reflex spun off a buildings protruding flag pole and stuck to the opposite building.

"An owl, I'll follow it back to the nest, maybe its got young." webbing to an tower antenna and swung from building to building keeping up with the nocturnal nuisance, the further it flew the more annoyed Gwen became as she was soon over the more criminal part of the city and found it would stop and rest for like a century, then move on just as she considered leaving, having cycled through half an album of K!nk and The Rear Alley Guys, finally found its roost then maliciously webbed up the entrance and laughed, they would dissolve in a while anyway so what's the damage?

The first crime in progress she came upon appeared a double robbery and motorcycle jacking, two crooks on a crotch rocket belining down the street weaving between cars Gwen doubled her slinging and was on top of them as the light turned red and traffic in the other lanes began to go, the crooks saw it too late to brake and slid sideways into the oncoming cars, Gwen quickly shot two strands lassoed and carried both with her as she swung on a third strand a ways then dropped them onto an awning before landing in a plié, the bike was toast.

"Let that be a lesson to both you that crime doesn't pay, stay above the influence, Spider-Ghost out."

Before any could answer she jumped onto a wall crawled twenty stories on glass windows of an office building into a service alley before checking her web shooters, and changing the station to AGGA's album swaying her hips and head in tempo with the beat, Peter would call her music choices zany but still danced to them as she did ballet.

"I should watch his graduation speech again later, It's been so long but it still seems like yesterday."

Planting another hand suddenly lost grip on the glasses waxed surface followed by her slippers soon after, she found herself sliding and then fell off completely with alarming speed towards the ground below. 'Uh-Oh.'

Midair spun into a cartwheel to slow down while also controlling her facing direction towards the opposite building spraying webbing in a cocoon around herself and just shy of the cement by a dumpster came to rest against a brick wall, dazed and mentally rebooting from her heart stopping fall.

It was only as she gained clarity she discovered the inability to untangle or extricate her person from the thick webs,then her headphone jack came loose and her mp3 started blasting Roan Retts Reputation to the night.

Quickly she did some mental calculations on her web formula as she tried and tried to free first one foot then the other as her peeking out shapely rump wiggled, from her left the sound of heavy footsteps from the corner of her vision spied ripped tights, studed boots and black plaid skirts, Punks, atleast seven of them Gwen sensed.

"You super lost, you're way outta sorts down here, nice music, nice ass too, queer shoes though, what you on about?"

"Can you help me get loose, I'm stuck and only need my arms free, I'd really be in your debt for a time."

"This is our terf you emo rejects, leave or get stomped!" men with beards and clubs walked into view.

They too were high and aroused to bother listening, a couple gropped her ass and one removed her slippers and started tickling her feet, Gwen squirmed

A further encounter with a fellow web slinger in more ways then one. Silk with Venom have a three way with Gwen in midair.

Gwen Goblin, (Amazing Spider-Man) instead of killing Gwen, Harry bites and infects her with Goblin Virus antibodies that take over and recode her brain, now Peter can fight the woman he loves.

On one hand you've got a lot of ideas, on the other a lot of good stories, I've taken one (surprise) as a gag to write, and in return leave an idea probably not so far fetched. Nora West Allen XS (Jessica Kennedy) Super Girl (Sasha Calle) and Bizzaro (Hope Lauren) agree to a three way fastest woman race. the kicker is each lap the last to finish loses clothing, it takes place underground, on water and on the moon. The Prize is first placer gets the losers as servants for a time, the second placer gets a lifetime supply of dildos, third placer has to treadmill power a city until a new power plant is built. Good ending is anything from a tie to a celebratory super speed orgy. Bad ending is somebody plays dirty and rigs the race to win, or a unknown perp captures all three and they are never seen again. In other news, that's all folks.

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genshin-latte · 3 years

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Um hi! Number 15 for Xiao with him saying the line! So the S/O!Traveler!reader tries to start a snowball fight with Xiao to try and cheer him up (They had to leave before b/c they're trying to save teyvat & find their sibling at the same time)! Thoughtful for the personality if that is alright? And may the reader be female? Happy holidays! And sorry for bothering u and wasting ur time lol

Hi I wrote this at 6 AM idk anymoare I am tryin to keep it frm getting too steamy 💔💔 no beta we die like my wallet when Xiao comes out.

Also Im sorry if I didn’t get a few points skdnrje I’m not sure abt reader’s personality, and I’m not sure if you meant she had to leave before, or if she was leaving to find her brother so I went with the latter, I hope you don’t mind 🥺

Prompt #15 : “Did you just throw a snowball at me?”

Pairing : Xiao x f!reader (Traveler)

Word count : 1015 words

“Hey.” You called out to the yaksha. He had his arms folded, his back leaning against the wooden railing, the cold weather felt piercing, even through your extra coat but it seemed to have no effect on him. He stayed silent, eyeing the piling snow on the inn’s balcony.

“Don’t be so upset” you sighed, crouching beside him. “What makes you say that?” His tone was calm and he had his usual stoic expression but you knew him better than that. Ever since you told him you were leaving Liyue soon, he’s been... quieter.

“It’s obvious, don’t you think? Even Paimon could tell as much.” Your companion added. The boy only responded with a scoff. You followed his eyesight, your gaze landing on the blanket of white, the afternoon sunlight illuminating it, adding sparkles to the already stunning sight. An idea suddenly hit you. you turned towards Paimon, in which she returns, “As much as Paimon would like to agree, she still wants to live.” It seems like she knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Oh come on, he won’t hurt us.” You snickered. Xiao seemed to have caught the little fuss between the two of you, he watched as you stood, walking towards the opening of the roof. His eyes widening in shock when you decide to throw yourself and a screeching Paimon into a frozen slush. He immediately went into defensive mode, it’s been what? 3 seconds and you’re showing no signs of getting up. What if you died?

“(Y/n-“ his words were cut off by the least thing he was expecting.

“Pftt...” you couldn’t help but snort out a laugh, you could tell he was annoyed, but his intimidating features didn’t look so scary when it was covered by a giant ball of snow. You heard Him growl, followed by a long sigh as he wiped off the cold substance from his face. You swore, his piercing glare was enough to melt the ice “Did you just throw a snowball at me?”

“It wasn’t Paimon’s idea!” Sensing his anger, she backed away.

“A little snow can’t hurt you.” You went ahead and threw another one at him which he caught. Letting the frost settle back to it’s pile, he let out another sigh, as much as he wants fo fight back, he’s more afraid of hurting you in the process. He knows the extent of his powers, and he’d rather let you pile him up into a snowman than regret later.

Just as he was thinking, you tossed another ball, this time hitting his shoulder, “Stop it.” His words were firm, perhaps even slightly threathening. He didn’t like having his patience tested.

“Make me.” You immediately regretted the moment the words slipped out of your mouth. The inn’s rooftop was fairly small, with his speed it wouldn’t even take a second to catch you.

You tried to slid away but as you had predicted, he caught you with ease. You heard him grunt with annoyance and the next second he had you cornered against the railings. His hands on either side of you, keeping you in place.

“That’s not fair...” lips turning into a small pout, you looked up at him.

He frowned, “I told you to stop it.”

“Hm..,” You felt him flinch when you placed your hands on his shoulders. “Yeah maybe we should get back inside. It’s getting cold.” White mist forming as you let out a long breath.

“Really?” He looked unamused, he didn’t seem like he trusted you one bit.

“You know me best.” You giggled, using all the energy left in you to push him back, the pile of snow cushioning your fall. He knew you’d pull something off. Your laugh hitched when you feel him roll on top of you, using both hands to pin your wrists on either side of you.

You rarely get to see him so up close, your noses were almost touching and you were enjoying the view way more than you should. His golden eyes looked much more stunning up close, disheveled hair framing his handsome face, brows furrowed and lips narrowing in irritation.

“Is this what you want?” a low voice that completes it all, if only you weren’t outside laying in ice cold snow.

You couldn’t resist the temptation. You raised your head, attempting to meet his lips with yours. “Not quite” You whispered, eyes fluttering close.

He closed the distance, meeting you in a rough, hungry kiss. It was different than his usual hestitant, gentle ones, but nowhere less addicting. It’s a treat you’d get only if you manage to rile him up. You could hardly process your thoughts with the way his tongue was moving against yours, the occasional bites and the way he leaves you breathless.

You chased his lips just as he was about to pull back, the first was nowhere near enough to sooth the desires in your chest. You feel him free his grip from your wrists, placing them beside your head instead. Your arms moved reflexively, wrapping themselves around his neck, attempting to deepen the kiss. You almost felt at complete lost when you had to part.

“I won’t be gone for long, you know?” You gave him face a gentle caress. “I was just trying to cheer you up.”

He huffed at your response, but you see his expression softening. “If you ever need help, just say my name.” His eyes burned with so much determination, perhaps as much as the love that you felt for him.

Your lips curled into a smile as you said your next words, “I promise, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

—

“Is everything alright?” Hua’in asked as Verr Goldet made her way down stairs, a fond smile present on her face. “Quite so, I was worried because it was rather noisy but they seem to be...” She eyes your floating companion, letting out a small laugh, “having fun.” Never would she expect to see the view she had back there.

“Ugh... Paimon doesn’t want to go back in there.”

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Opposites Don’t Attract (A Witcher Fic)

Author’s Note: This was written while I was fighting Covid19...so I’m pretty proud of that. I'm aware that not everyone likes the Witcher but this was the only thing that would could out of my head that week so...

I took bits of lore from the show, the books, and the games and mixed them all up into a cohesive awesomeness...also, the smut is pretty good, but the banter is where it's at with this one. If you guys like this, I might make it a series...so, let me know how you're feeling on it.

Summary: Y/n is a witcher from the Cat School (a nomadic school that is one of the few that actually makes female witchers) who keeps running into Geralt of Rivia...to her great pleasure.

Pairing: Geralt x Female Witcher!Reader, mentions of Geralt x Yennefer and Geralt x Triss Merigold

Word count: 3869

Story Warnings: 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of infertility, little bit of angst (it's a Cassie story...what do you expect?)

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It wasn’t often you crossed paths with the White Wolf. The Continent was vast and you both had work to do. But it was always a treat when you walked into a tavern and smelled the man.

"Geralt. What brings you to Kagen?" you asked, taking the stool next to him at the bar.

"A contract."

"Always so succinct, Wolf...and just a bit disrespectful. Isn't my school the one that's supposed to birth disreputable thugs?"

Amber eyes turned on you as you fiddled with your medallion, a silver coin with a cat's head on a silver chain. It hung right between your breasts and never came off.

"Here to kill a monster...or be a monster?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble.

A zing of indignant fury went through you but you stifled it instinctively. "I haven't taken a contract against a human in nearly twenty years. I've learned the error of my ways. I told you as such when we met last. Remember? The bard's impromptu celebration in Lyria." He grunted softly at you and looked away. "You do remember, don't you, Geralt?"

"My memory is fine, Feline."

"Then you remember folding me in on myself and making my body quake?" You set your hand on his thigh and watched his face for a reaction.

He gave no indication he even noticed your fingers over the conditioned leather. "Since when do you call them 'humans'? When last we met, you were still calling them by the slur."

You rolled your eyes. "That was a single slip. Another thing I've seen the error on. I've developed, I've grown. You have to admit that some things are hard to shake, like a word you shouldn't say or a prejudice you were taught as a small child. I wasn't really given a choice on who to sympathize with in the conflict. Cats and Elves, we go together. Call it a commiseration of outcasts."

He let out a long sigh before dropping his hand to yours. "You talk too much, Cat."

"Well, someone has to fill the silence around you. Jaskier doesn't seem to be around right now, so I'll take that mantle." You licked your lips and hummed as his fingertips slowly caressed the back of your hand. "I could help you fulfill your contract. Two witchers are better than one. What are you after?"

He turned his head just enough to catch your eyes. "You want to help me?"

"I want to fuck you, but I feel you're going to be distracted until you've got your coin so I might as well hasten that instance."

"Can I trust you to have my back in battle?"

You pulled your hand away and shook your head. "If I can alter my preconceived notions of humans, you can alter your notions of Felines. Or, in the very least, of me." You caught his eyes and held them without blinking. "I have known you for decades, Geralt. Can you trust me to have your back?"

He held your eyes for a few moments before he picked up his ale. "It's a graveir. Strength is more important than speed."

"Well, then I'll just have to pull its attention and hope it is hungry for witcher." You smiled. "And you can kill it before it eats me."

He smiled just a bit as he set his mug down. "Perhaps I'll let it eat you, kill it while it is sated and happy."

"Aww, but then the great White Wolf would never get to eat his fill of this Feline ever again."

He smirked as you set a coin on the bar and requested an ale of your own. "And what brought you to Kagen, Y/n?"

You smiled at the use of your name. "Tracking a man." His eyebrow went up so you clarified. "Just tracking. He's a historian. There's some question of the authenticity of some of the Aen Seidhe artifacts he's 'found'. He's at the whore house two down so I thought I'd have a drink while he was busy. A lucky stroke to find you."

"If you help me with the graveir, you might lose him."

You took a drink of your ale and turned on the stool. "You think we can't take down a graveir and have a fun night before a middle-aged human historian wakes from his well-deserved nap after a night of lust away from his wife?" You leaned next to his ear and whispered, "Are you underestimating me or yourself?"

"I could never underestimate you." He tipped his head back and finished off his ale and you chugged down your own. It was time to work.

As you moved to follow Geralt out of the tavern, a tall man with a sunburned face stepped in front of you.

"I didn't know they made witchers with tits," the foul-smelling farmer said with a guffaw at the end for good measure.

"Well, you've never seen the Butcher of Blaviken with his shirt off, have you?" you snapped, stepping away from him.

"You're a real one, then? You got the eyes, I see. They do all those mutations on you? Hear witchers are like a bitch in heat but cain't procreate. Now there's a perfect woman, right? Always ready to be filled, but never able to give me any more little brats."

Geralt sneered at the man's words but you just shook your head. "I guarantee no woman wants to be filled by you or your brats. Especially not this woman."

The drunk looked offended for a moment before he scoffed. "You're not a woman. You're a fuckin' mutant. Wouldn't want your-"

A blade was in your hand and held against his throat in a flash. "I'm a fucking mutant and a fucking woman and I want nothing to do with you."

"Apologize," Geralt demanded, quiet and intent.

The drunk looked down at the knife and blinked a few times, then nodded. "Sorry."

Your blade was back in its sheath on your hip before he could take another breath. "Let's go, Geralt."

"Hmm." He pulled open the large wooden door and walked out, you followed.

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"When's the last time you saw the Caravan?" Geralt asked as you headed for the woods.

"You really don't think I've changed, do you?" He gave a noncommittal grunt so you rolled your eyes. "Even after that slime back at the tavern? I didn’t kill him. I didn't even hurt him. I didn't even spout off and call him a...well, if anyone deserves to be slurred, it's a man like that and I held my tongue." You reached out and slapped your hand across his chain mail. "Haven’t seen hide nor hair of Dyn Marv in…"

You rubbed your fingers across your eyes and shook your head. "I abandoned the Caravan the day I met you. The ideals were harder to shirk but I left my school the moment I realized that Gezras wasn't quite the savior they claimed. You had it right. You and the others up at Kaer Morhen, you know how...how a witcher's supposed to act. You were trained in the codes and morals, I wasn't."

"No, you were trained blindfolded on a tightrope across the rooftops of Oxenfurt."

"Let it never be said that Cat School is without our flair." You smiled over at him. "And it was Oxenfurt, the Cintran Capital, and Vengerberg. Nomads and all that."

Geralt looked over at you and smiled. "I can imagine the Cintran guard were very happy to have a bunch of witchers crawling across their roofline."

"Oh none of them ever cared for having a bunch of witchers in their city let alone running training exercises across their roofs. But not a one tried to stop us. You'll recall, there was a time when most feared and respected us more than they hated us."

"I don't recall people ever fearing Cat School," he teased.

"Ah-ha, you're so hilarious, Geralt. My sides are in stitches from all this laughter," you responded dryly.

You walked in relative silence for a few moments, your boots making no sound on the tall grass. "I didn't know meeting Vesemir affected you so much," he said eventually.

"Oh, yes. It was wise old Vesemir that showed me the error of my ways, not the dashing white-haired man who rode into Novigrad after him."

"Dashing. That's a new one."

"I'm absolutely certain it is not a new one, Geralt. Not for any woman who's had the pleasure to make your acquaintance." Your cheeks heated up in a way you imagined his never did. Wolves dulled emotion. So did Bears, and Vipers, and most schools. Most pushed down emotions to make a witcher less susceptible to fear and anger and sadness. Cat School was different. You were reminded of that every time you were around Geralt. "I bet 'dashing' would be one of the first words they'd use to describe you: the Triss Merigolds and Yennefer of Vengerbergs of the world."

He looked over at you as you approached a cemetery filled with recent dead from a bandit attack on the outskirts of Kagen. "Hmm. Is that jealousy I hear?"

"No!" you responded just a little too loud. "What do I have to be jealous of? They're two supernaturally beautiful sorceresses who've been part of your life much longer than I have. Besides, none of us really gets you for more than a night or two, right?"

He grunted softly in agreement, then offered a potion from his belt. You took it and swallowed it down, feeling your already-fast reflexes get a boost. "You're supernaturally beautiful too. It will make you better graveir bait."

You couldn’t focus on the compliment he'd given you as he pointed to a bloated ghoul digging into a fresh grave with short, strong claws. He was gone by the time you looked back but you could sense him moving around the outside of the cemetery.

Normally, this was the point when you'd draw your silver; approaching a ghoul as it ripped a limb from a corpse to make its meal for the night. The sword stayed on your back with your steel, however. You were to take its attention so Geralt could kill it from behind.

It was fairly easy, actually. You and Geralt, working in tandem, had the graveir as dead as his dinner before there was a chance for real trouble. It noticed you, it rushed you, you dodged and dodged and threw a punch or three to its ugly face and then Geralt appeared in your vision and the graveir met the sharp blade of a witcher's silver sword. No muss, very little fuss, and very little blood.

"You did good as bait," Geralt commented as you walked back toward the city. "Maybe I should have you play the snack on hunts more often."

"Oh? A snack for the monsters or a snack for yourself?"

"I'm serious. We work well together."

"It's not the first time we've worked together."

There had been, in fact, two other monsters that you helped Geralt with. A wraith terrorizing a man in Novigrad that you helped him with when you first met each other and a wyvern you encountered on the road. Geralt happened to have the contract on the wyvern and showed up to take it down as you were in the midst of killing it.

He graciously shared a portion of the coin garnered from his contract.

He hummed in acknowledgement. “You should come with me.”

You stopped and turned to look at him. “What?”

“Once you’ve fulfilled your contract on the historian, you should saddle up and travel with me. You said it yourself, ‘two witchers are better than one’.”

You looked up into his eyes and blinked a few times. “You miss Vesemir so much that you would travel with me just to have another witcher at your side?”

“Why don’t we leave it at ‘I enjoy your company’?” he suggested.

You started walking again, heading toward your mare, a Konik named Daisy, and Geralt’s mare, Roach. “Will you be staying in Kagen for a while?”

“I have a room at the inn. I can stay in Kagen until you return.”

“You’re serious about me coming with you? I thought sweet nothings were whispered in the throes of passion, not in the aftermath of battle.”

“You don’t have to come with me, Y/n.”

You shook your head. “I’ll have to think about it, Geralt.” You didn’t want to anger any sorceresses. You climbed up into Daisy’s saddle and grabbed her reins. “For now, let’s go to the inn. A bath and a bed sound amazing,” you said, before riding toward the city.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The tub was small but you weren’t large. “How do you fit in this thing?” you asked, dunking yourself under the warm water.

“I’m very good at fitting into tight spaces.” Geralt stepped up behind you and kneeled down, setting his chin on your bare shoulder. “Do you need help getting clean?”

“No. But I’d love a bit of help getting dirty again after I’m done.” He hummed and nodded, turning his head to press his lips to your neck. You hummed happily and turned your head to give a bit more access and he took the invitation, running his hand down your body and under the water. You gasped as his fingers brushed your curls. “I’m not clean yet, Geralt.”

“Clean enough.”

You pressed closer to him, arching your hips and reaching back to grab the back of his head, pulling him further down. “More,” you whispered. He chuckled, slipping a finger down to tease your entrance. “Fuck, don’t tease.”

“Why not?” He nipped at your jawline and gave a low hum. “You know...the first time I heard your voice, I knew I’d have to hear you moan.” You gasped as his finger slipped into you down to the knuckle, your fingers digging into his scalp as the heel of his palm pressed into your clit. “I knew I’d have to feel you cum on my cock when I smelled you in the heat of battle.”

You moaned at the thought of Geralt, barely knowing your name, deciding that he’d have to have you just based on scent. It was something so animalistic, so inhuman...so uniquely witcher.

You twisted in the water and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a fierce kiss. You didn’t wait for an invitation into the cavern of his mouth, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth as he gathered your body in his arms and carried you to the lumpy bed across the room. You pushed at his clothes without breaking the kiss, desperate to taste and feel him. Your fingers skimmed across the lines of his back muscles as you pulled his shirt off. His fingertips dug into your hips and moved to put bruising pressure on your ass as you started untying his trousers.

The man was a specimen. The mages at Kaer Morhen made the best of him. You didn’t have time to examine the body and the cock that were so prominent in your wettest dreams because he was obviously just as desperate for you. He got his trousers down and reached between your bodies, taking his length in hand and smearing the head of it in the wetness seeping out of you. You were just about to start begging when he slipped his cock into your cunt.

You lifted your hips to get more of him inside of you. You needed him stretching you and stuffing you. You needed him pushing you to the absolute limits. He fit you better than any ever had.

He rocked his hips against yours, his pelvis putting pressure against your clit as his cock barely moved against your walls. You wrapped your legs around him, ankles crossed at the small of his back, urging him deeper. He growled and grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands from his shoulders to pin them to the bed above your head.

No other man could put you in such a position. No other man controlled you like Geralt. You would never think to let it happen. No man, not even another witcher, could play you like such a fine instrument. A beautiful lute.

Part of you wished you didn't heal so efficiently, so quickly. Part of you wanted to wear his marks upon you for days, but his marks, just like the scent of your coupling, faded far too quickly for your liking. It left you with nothing but the memory and that just wasn't enough. Not when the man you were remembering was so...amazing.

You whimpered out a faint request and he heeded it, slamming his hips into yours harder. You struggled against his grip, desperate to get your hands in his hair, wanting to tug on the white locks, but he refused to relinquish control of your wrists. He gave you everything you needed, but not necessarily what you wanted.

Like you wanted to hear his voice, but the only time you really needed to hear it was when he leaned down next to your ear and demanded, “Cum, Cat.” Your toes curled and your head pressed back into the pillow, your hips arching closer to his as that finally cracking pleasure fell over you. Geralt lasted a while longer before he filled you, his cock pulsing against your walls as his breath caught in his chest, fingers tightening around your wrists as he came.

He pressed sweet kisses along your jawline as he pulled his half-hard member from your dripping pussy and his hands released your wrists to slide his fingers up to entwine with yours. You ended up with your legs tangled with his, neither of you seeming to care about the wetness of sweat and cum sticky between both of your thighs. You kept one of your hands clutched in his, but pulled the other away so that you could run your fingers through his hair as you stared at the ceiling.

“Do you give it much thought?” you asked, quietly. He made a questioning noise and popped open one eyelid to look up at you from where his head was on your breast. Your cheeks heated up and you licked your lips. “What they did to us. What the mages made of us. What they took from us.”

“Took?”

“Options. The options they took from us. We were children, Geralt. We were babies. They stole…” You cut your words off with a shake of your head. “I guess I’m the only one who thinks about it...and I can’t really imagine being some normal peasant wife with a litter of children and a world of misery, but I...I guess there’s some sweetness in the simplicity of their lives, you know? And I hate that I was never given that option. I was deprived of simplicity before I was even aware there was a difference between the folk in the Caravan and the rest of the world.”

Geralt was silent, but the way his fingers tightened their grip upon your hand filled you with a sense of calm. “People hate us, Geralt. They think us heartless, emotionless, cold. I learned to fake it, because that’s what people expect from someone with two blades on their back and these lovely eyes, but-”

“Cat School doesn’t dull emotions.”

“No. Not even with training. That’s a learned reaction to the outside world. I miss Dyn Marv fiercely sometimes because it’s...lonely away from people who understand. It’s hard to walk the Continent alone.”

He closed his eye and shifted a bit against you. “Why aren’t you with them, then?”

“Differences of morality.”

He was silent for a few minutes, just the sound of your breathing filling the room. “Opposites attract.”

“What?”

“It’s something the bard says. The idiot heard it from an alchemist once and he likes to believe it applies to relationships too. It’s why he goes after beautiful, cultured, married women. ‘Opposites attract’.” He sat up and looked down into your eyes. “But it’s horseshit. We look for companions that remind us of us. It’s why all of his women are as enamored with him as he is. Opposites don’t attract, Y/n...and that’s why you are someone I can’t say ‘no’ to.”

“Because we’re so alike?” you guessed.

“Yes.”

“Just because I’ve changed though, right?”

“No. You changed because you weren’t truly that woman. You were what the mages made you. What your teachers made you. You changed when you decided to.”

You licked your lips again and sat up a bit on your elbows. “What about your sorceresses?”

He smirked a little. “I don’t have sorceresses, Y/n.”

“Lovers. Ex or current?” you simplified the question.

“Current. Obviously,” he said, sarcastic humor in his voice as he ran his hand down your body.

You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore the way his touch lit your skin aflame with sparks of desire. “Geralt, I’m serious. If Yennefer were to ride into Kagen right now...if she knocked on that door…”

“Yen would just walk in. She’s never been one for other peoples’ privacy.” He leaned his head down when you didn’t express amusement at his jest, pressing his forehead to yours. “I could lie.”

“Not really. You’ve not proven yourself a good liar, Wolf.”

“True. I prefer honesty.” He sighed and looked away, sitting up to lean his back against the wall.

“Would you turn her away? Would you turn away Triss?” You sighed heavily. “I’m not trying to sound...like such a sodding woman, but...Geralt, you asked me to come with you. That seems like-” His pensive face made you question what you were even trying to get at. “You know what? I think it’d be better if I just head back to my job following Professor Lery and-”

“Don’t.” He grabbed your arm as you moved to get off the bed. “I care for Triss and I think I...loved Yennefer. But I...don’t think we’ll be an option again. She’s been upset at me since Triss.”

“Won’t this-”

“Stop questioning everything.” You closed your eyes as he leaned over and kissed you again. “Stay.”

“I have to finish the contract, Geralt. I’ve already been paid a hundred-fifty gold for it.”

“Then come back,” he demanded softly.

You smiled at him and nodded, but your heart was far less resolute than you were pretending. “Of course. Don’t go anywhere.” You rolled off the bed and grabbed your trousers and shirt, dressing hastily before grabbing your swords and potion belt. You kissed him one more time before leaving the room, swiping a loaf of bread off of a table in the tavern on your way out.

You weren’t sure if you were coming back to him. You wanted nothing more, but you weren’t looking forward to the moment one of his sorceresses came to call. “I’ll decide while I finish this job,” you told your horse, patting her lovingly. “Maybe it should just stay you and me, huh, Daisy. Maybe two witchers aren’t better than one.”

#cassie writes stuff #witcher fanfic #the witcher #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia #witcher reader #reader-insert

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kentos-filmcamera · 3 years

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10 times, 1 occasion - Inumaki Toge

3. Group Battle (I)

A/N: this is a two-parter! I’m covering two episodes here, so they will be divided respectively.

Previous Chapter | Next Part

“Ah, they’re such a hassle, hang in there, me” Momo sighed from the sky. The target was easy. You threw a ball of cursed energy to Momo’s face, which she avoided easily. You laughed at your opponent’s ingenuity, placing a thin needle in your palm to then close your hand.

“Acupuncture needle: Mobility detainment” You whispered into your hand, opening your grasp to watch the needle light in blue cursed energy, and notice as Momo’s joints did the same. She gasped and froze, unable to move, just as Megumi summoned Nue to strike her down from the heights, throwing her down to a tree.

Needle and thread was an innate cursed technique passed down from your family generation through generation. If the women didn’t turn into sorcerers, they turned into seamstresses. Usually, it was used combined with thread, or to move using cursed energy and sound, like whistling. You were the first in your lineage to use a cursed technique that includes both shaping and duplication and management of mass like acupuncture was. The only time you could achieve domain expansion was on the edge of dying, and it looked like a cave full of stalagmite, which closed in as time passed. For curses, it was instant exorcism and for humans, it was a slow, piercing death.

After the job was done, you ran back to your position outside of the forest. Bullets ricochet on your surroundings; you knew Mai Zen’in was trying to knock you off, unable to do so by the speed you ran. You were recognized by your companions as a fast runner, an agile and flexible fighter with the speed of light is a close match to your reflexes. And that was before the incident, were back at your home you trained intensely to heal yourself faster.

“Wow! Slow down!” Panda called to you as you almost zoomed past them. You stopped abruptly and jogged back with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, Mai was after me” You exhaled deeply, pressing your hands into your knees and bending down to breathe a little. As you raised your head up to recompose yourself, the rest “I guess she missed”

“Okaka” Inumaki shook his head and swiped the running blood from a thin gash, a bullet that grazed you left. You pulled your lips in from the surprise, touching the affected area. It was definitely going to bruise later.

“They were all moving in the same direction towards Yuuji,” Kigusaki informed the three of you.

You pondered until the answer was clear “They’re trying to kill him, probably by the prune’s orders” Couldn’t understand why they would actually do it, but you could understand their reasoning, as you’ve heard all possible arguments on why anyone would want Itadori gone.

Nobara frowned “I don’t understand why would anyone want to kill Itadori… and on someone else’s orders nevertheless... “

“You two have been with him for a while now, and the rest of us just learned how good of a person he might be. To them, he’s just another curse who needs exorcising.” Panda explained “Nobara and I will go check on Yuuji. You two stay out on the lookout for the cursed spirit and stay alert for any signal of back up”

“Mustard leaf!” Toge crossed his arms in an X. You looked at him with half a smile, understanding his feelings. He looked back at you and tilted his head briefly, the two of you solely communicating with your eyes.

“I know you’re both concerned about Itadori too, but we will handle it.” And with that, Panda jogged straight into the forest.

“Cookie” Toge called, brows furrowed with concern. As it was said and done, the cut on your cheek was bruising. The only thing he safely said aside from onigiri ingredients was a simple “cookie”. Nothing more, nothing less. Everyone who knew him was aware that it was his way of calling out for you. Whether it was a greeting, a remark, an interrogation, or a lament, it was you. Just for you.

You shook your head. “I’m okay, don’t worry about it” You offered your hand to him. “Let’s go” Toge looked at it with a certain fondness, even though it was scarred, recognizing the ring. He let out a hum and held your hand tightly. Before you two took off running in your own direction, he rubbed his thumb against your hand.

After a while of scouting through the forest, Megumi’s divine dog appeared, holding Mechamaru’s arm with his phone in it. “Ahh! Good boy! You’re such a good boy! Yes, you are, yes you are!” You squealed, reaching out to grab the mechanic arm and pass it to Toge. He chuckled lightly as you pulled away, giving you a warning look. You nodded, and the blue aura physically engulfed your ears. He unlocked the phone and searched through the contacts.

“Sleep,” Inumaki said, looking away from you as you covered your ears and protected your mind with cursed energy. He stayed on the phone for a minute or so, just to confirm Miwa was asleep. When he did, he threw away Mechamaru’s arm. You stayed with your mouth in a straight line, concentrated on keeping your mind protected. Your arm reached out to pet Megumi’s divine dog, trying not to laugh to not disturb your concentration. Toge looked at you with a glimmer in his eyes as you ruffled its fur. You took a step back as Inumaki unleashed it.

Something hit you in the gut as a purple smog covered your surroundings for a second; the cursed energy was coming from behind you, it was strong and evident, the spirit’s aura was dreadful. By default, the two of you were set on high alert, backs facing each other.

“You think this is it?” You looked around, reaching for your armband. For the first time in a while, you were nervous. You were promised a second grade, but the amount of cursed energy was too high and too strong for it to be a lower grade.

“Kelp” Inumaki held the zipper to the cover-up around his lower half, looking around as you did. The two of you stayed in position as large thudding steps rumbled through the area of the forest. You sucked in your breath for the surprise as Toge gasped lightly, eyes wide, but to your surprise, the semi-first grade curse’s head fell off, sliced, right in front of you. You both stayed stiff, your raised hand trembled lightly. This wasn’t good. Then your gut squeezes harder. And that’s when you saw it.

The curse said something you couldn’t understand as you both got in a position to defend yourselves. Inumaki lowered his zipper and said “Salmon, caviar, roe.” You felt something creeping up on you, a thick branch trying to strangle you. The needle in your hand grew in size with flaming cursed energy to resemble a sword, and you slashed them away from you and Toge easily.

Soon, the branches started multiplying and growing in size “Run!” Toge commanded, and you gladly did so, catching with the corner of your eye you saw thick branches extending, trying to snatch any of you two. Toge was fast, but you were faster. You two jumped and ran from one ledge to another, soon landing on the roof of one of the old buildings, encountering Fushiguro and Kamo as a giant structure similar to a tree broke through.

“What is this?” Kamo looked at the wave made of roots heading directly towards them. As you rounded the corner, they stood there staring at you in shock. ‘Idiots!’ You thought as the wave was about to crush them into a pulp.

“Run away!” Inumaki called for them. They looked up at the nature-like creation with wide eyes and did as commanded, soon joining the pair of you. Your stomach was squeezed tight. You were a bit afraid.

“Run faster!” Toge called out to you specifically, and so you did. All that ran through his mind was to protect you. Insistently, he looked back at you, not wanting to see you ever again in the state you were a few months ago. He gave you a concerned look that pulled you together; you’ve been through worse. There’s nothing you couldn’t survive at this point in time. Not only that, but you were more skilled now than the night of the primary school incident. This was no time to doubt yourself and your abilities.

#jujutsu kaisen #inumaki #jjk inumaki #jjk fluff #toge inumaki #inumaki x reader #inumaki toge #10times1occ

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shoichee · 3 years

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ok hear me out. aomine x f!reader who’s on the tennis team and is amazing at it. for a while the reader and her team need to share the gym on the same days as basketball practice. during the days they share the gym aomine notices the reader. somehow aomine finds out the reader is also good at basketball, practically at aomine’s level. you can decide what happens!! it can be a head cannon or a type of one shot :)

I AM HEARING YOU OUT ANON, WE HAVE ANOTHER BANGER REQUEST THIS IS FIRE look inhale, what a genius, okay so i don’t play tennis myself, but I have a lot of friends who do... and trust me.... it’s a lot more exertive and difficult than what it appears to be

Aomine x f!Reader

[Headcanons]

if Aomine was a monster on the basketball courts, you were a monster on the tennis courts

the only reason why he hasn’t heard about you until he first saw you was because tennis tends to be not as a popular and broadcasted sport as basketball // the tennis games themselves are often single-player (doubles exist too but still less people on the same court) and relatively quiet with few audience members watching too

it was a MIRACLE that Aomine was there at the gym today (thank Wakamatsu for threatening to burn his porno mag), and luckily for him, he didn’t even had to practice as hard because the tennis club had an agreement with Touou’s basketball coach to occupy the other half of the gym

enter you, putting down your duffel bag and stretching before you do a few warmup tosses and hits against the gym wall while the nets were being set up

for the first half of practice, both sides were busy with their own practices, so Aomine hasn’t really noticed you

it was until the team got a break to catch their breath that Aomine noticed that the tennis team were still doing drills and practice matches; every single eye was drawn to you

Sakurai immediately comments on how your movements were too similar to Aomine’s, and Imayoshi is equally intrigued that you might as well be the tennis-version of Aomine

at the chatter, Aomine slightly perks up and looks to where everyone was pointing at (you), and quietly watches you while still looking “bored,” until he realized how right they were

your agility is top-notch and your instincts to immediately sprint to the right direction were insane; your change of pace from 0 to 10 in acceleration were even more seamless than Aomine’s at times, especially when you stand at a ready position and suddenly burst to the other side of the court to save the ball from the corner

not to mention you have your own fair share of trickshots and unpredictability in trying various ways to tire out your opponent in chasing after the balls you hit

Sakurai loudly wonders that if you played basketball, would you even be able to defeat Aomine?? and the entire team STARTS ANALYZING AND DISCUSSING amongst themselves and doing bets LMAO

Aomine’s impressed, but he’s still somewhat “meh” about it, since “the only one who could beat me is me” is still an attitude he carries around, and you do give off a vibe similar to Kise where you could easily copy techniques easily if you do play basketball other than tennis

little did Aomine know, you also noticed his exceptional skill with the ball and how he can do trickshots and dunks with ease… you turn to your friend and ask if that’s even possible

your friend stares incredulously at you and asks, “How do you not know? He’s one of the Generation of Miracles!”

of course you didn’t know if you’ve been focused on tennis all your life, but being in the sports world, the title of “Generation of Miracles” does ring a familiar bell

your friend (who’s also your partner during doubles matches) also plays a little bit of other sports on the side, including basketball, and during breaks, your friend would often ask you to play a small game together because seeing the Touou basketball team playing got them pumped up

your athletic ability would translate very easily into basketball, since having reflexes, agility, instincts, and change of pace would all be advantageous in sports that require mobility (just like how Koganei’s instincts from tennis were very useful in Seirin)

so whether or not you played basketball didn’t matter dramatically because you had skills and abilities that would be universally beneficial in most sports anyways

you always gave your friend a run for their money when you kept stealing their ball, did fast breaks, or pulled off agile maneuverings that no beginner player would be able to do, and whenever your tennis teammates did their “ooh’s” and “ah’s,” the basketball team would peer over to see what the commotion was about

they were LOSING their shit at how naturally talented you were at basketball, and Imayoshi has a bad great idea of inviting you over after practice to do some quick one-on-ones with Aomine for his own entertainment

Aomine is kind of excited if he was being honest, and his blood is kinda pumping and he’s a bit giddy to find a potential rival other than Kagami

Momoi is a little worried for you because Aomine might be a brute and hurt you, especially since you’re a girl, but she’s just as excited to see someone potentially knocking down his ego a shit ton if he loses

Momoi and Imayoshi both walk up to you on the last day of “shared” practice at the gym and ask if you can spare some time to do some one-on-ones with Aomine, and you agree because you don’t have much to do anyways

your friend is super excited for you but a little nervous at how you’re so casual in going against a GoM, but nevertheless, both the tennis and basketball teams are in the audience watching Momoi throwing up the jump ball (Aomine is giving you an arrogant smirk and you’re just standing there more focused on the ball than him LMAO)

as expected, Aomine easily grabs the ball (since he knows the rhythm in jumping for this a lot better) and immediately starts dribbling down the court at an inhuman speed, expecting a swift victory

nope, you immediately reacted to his speed and immediately cut off his drive when you’re right in front of him… and you immediately swiped for the ball, Aomine almost didn’t react fast enough to switch handles to escape your reach

but you immediately reacted and reach for his other dribbling hand and slap the ball away, and then you bolted with the ball down your court

Aomine is right behind you, shocked out of his wits, and everyone else is in HYSTERICS in the background

“HOLY SHIT, did you see that?!”

“(y/n), kick his ass!”

“Ho? Aomine, you’re letting her beat you so easily?”

“I knew those porn mags didn’t do anything good for him.”

“U-Um, Wakamatsu-san…”

Aomine thinks it’s a fluke that you got the ball from him, but he’s shocked because you weren’t exactly a Kise, and you even had a reaction time similar to Akashi’s on top of that

he tries to steal the ball back, but you did something unpredictable: using a similar movement when you hit the tennis ball with your racket, you slapped the ball to bounce (at an unfamiliar speed/rhythm) through his legs before you sprinted to dribble the ball in a normal drive again

shooting was a different story though because Aomine is always blocking your shots or stealing it before you can even get into a shooting position; after all, shooting requires use of muscles different to when playing tennis

even so, you made it equally hard for him to score

ultimately, Aomine’s superb shooting abilities expectantly made him won the short match, but he even had to resort to some crazy trickshots, so your reflexes would kick in slower than normal to register those shots

for those who have no clue about tennis (spoiler alert: me), a tennis racket is a lot more bulkier and heavier than it appears to be (much different than a badminton racket), and it takes a lot of arm strength to play with it very fluidly without wasting energy

thus, dribbling was easy for you, and your ball handling was pretty unique but still very hard to keep track of

now Aomine won, but everyone is losing their shit at the fact that you managed to get him to sweat so much and putting in effort (cue Wakamatsu and Imayoshi trying to recruit you to join as Aomine’s practice buddy to get the Touou ace to practice for once)

now, if it was a two-on-two match, you and your friend would definitely destroy Aomine and whoever would be unfortunate enough to be his partner (cough, Sakurai), for the sole reason that your impeccable teamwork in tennis doubles carries over to basketball matches, where Aomine has always been a solo star player

you damn know well that Aomine would constantly bug you to do one-on-ones with him, but he’s secretly whipped for you and doesn’t know how else to ask you to hang out with him other than a match LMAO

you do remind him that you’re a tennis player first, and you prioritize your team above all else; that means if there’s tennis practice, you’re going to those no matter what

that just reminded him of Kuroko (nostalgia, angst, and feels enter here)

he reluctantly shows up to watch your tennis practices along with Momoi because sleeping on the roof has gotten “boring,” and Momoi finds incentive in finding any techniques she can pick up from you to use for basketball strategies

he may have secretly watched your tennis matches, both singles and doubles

you definitely have watched Aomine’s matches, noticing there’s something odd with him at times, like he wasn’t trying his best like he did with you

after a heartfelt talk with Momoi, you do feel like he needs to get out of that mindset on his own, since his stubborn personality wouldn’t listen to you and you knew that from the amount of one-on-ones you played with him

then the Winter Cup came and Seirin won in their “revenge match” against Touou, and you were captivated by Aomine going ALL OUT in that match (you also took some notes to use for your own tennis matches)

Aomine drags both you and Momoi to buy some new basketball shoes after Touou’s loss, and from that point on, both of you are technically practicing basketball together, but like… you’re not complaining because you’re getting extra cardio in

you get better at basketball, enough to even beat him once in a blue moon in one-on-ones, but then he wins the rest of the matches against you tenfold LOL

Momoi loves you because you’re one of his main motivators to practice

when Aomine himself tries to play tennis singles with you, it’s quite hilarious to see him missing the tennis ball every time when he serves because it’s so TINY but it’s so heavy?? so it falls to the ground quite literally if he’s not precise in hitting it LOL

gauging distance between the net, back of the court, the ball, and his arm positioning is a nightmare for Aomine because he’s used to grand courts and GIANT distances and TALL hoops, and him being precise and meticulous in a much smaller area feels so restricting

of course you whoop his ass in tennis, that’s a given

give him some time though, he’d be really good at it really quickly once he adapts to his surroundings

bonus: Koganei FREAKS out seeing you in the Winter Cup in the audience because you’re a literal tennis legend, and the entire Seirin team is going ???? at him // he totally fanboys a bit and asks you to meet with his Seirin teammates, and you agree because you wanted to meet the team who gave Touou and Aomine a run for their money

you do one-on-ones with Kagami because you’re curious, and when Aomine hears of this… it’d be a CHAOTIC scene once he storms over to drag you away from Seirin

extra bonus: it’s not unusual to see you use your tennis racket to thwack him in the head when he gets any funny ideas of staring at your teammates’ shorts/tennis skirts or when he’s doing anything dumb in general

#knb #kuroko no basket #knb headcanon #knb headcanons #aomine daiki #aomine daiki x reader #aomine x reader #knb fic #knb fics #knb aomine #TENNIS LEGEND TENNIS LEGEND

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The screen runs again as shows the red coated Jaune standing around looking annoyed as a voice calls out to him.

"Hey look it's half demon Jaune again!" Nora cheered.

"...Half what? Coco deadpan.

"Jaune in this universe is the son of Ozpin,who's a demon who saved all of humanity. Cinder is like his twins or something." Yang quickly brought the others to speed.

"Teach is a demon?" Coco asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Wait who's the mom then?" Velvet asked, confused.

"That's….. A very good question. We didn't get an answer to that. Yang mused.

"I just wanna know who this person with the annoying voice was." Whitley muttered

"Another good question that we don't get answers to. Sorry."

"Thanks for destroying the lock for me, devil boy! And welcome to hell! Please accept my gift. Don't be humble, just take it. After all, we are buddies aren't we?" The voice the viewers recozinge as Jester as she cackles loudly.

A fountain of blood flows onto the statues which bring out blood bat-based demons called Blood-goyles flies toward Jaune and he cuts it in half with a casual swipe from his sword.

Jaune shakes his head in disappointment. "Well, isn't that special. To be honest, I'm expecting something a little better than this," Jaune then goes to dispatch them and leaves on his way to find Cinder.

The scene cuts to Jaune walking in front of a door with two statues and stopping when they began to start talking. Jaune doesn't look a bit shocked.

"Look brother, it's been ages, but we finally have company," one called Rudra said gleefully.

"I see that," The other is called Agni simply.

"We must entertain our guest."

"You're right. We have to be gracious hosts."

"Brother, what should we do?" Rudra asked.

"How do I know? We need to come up with something," Agni stated.

Jaune began to get impantice pacing back and forward and sighed.

"I don't blame him for getting impantice. These guys are annoying." Mercury stated. He was already starting not like these guys.

"Oh come on they weren't even talking!" Ruby pointed out glaring at Mercury.

"Still annoying."

Rudra took notice with this. "Brother, our guest is... sighing."

"SIGH? What is... SIGH?" Agni asked, a bit confused.

"Well a sigh is when -" Rudra was about to answer until he was cut off by their guest.

"Enough already!" Jaune said, finally snapping, "How long are you two gonna keep carrying on like this? In case you didn't get the hint, I'll spell it out. Your guest wants to go through. Got it."

"Our job here is to guard this door," Rudra said the statue was moving a bit.

"That's right! We can't let you pass," Agni added his piece.

(After Agni & Rudra battle)

"Wow, he took them out without much effort." Fiona said wide eyed.

"That kinda sums up this Jaune huh? He didn't have much trouble with the last guy either. Nora responded with a huge grin.

"He's gonna die when he gets to Cinder though. Emerald said with a smirk. "Remember what happened at the start. Nora turns to glare at her.

"Shut up!" She barked.

After their bodies were defeated in battle, both demon swords spun around in the air until they fell and got stuck on the ground in a crossed-blades position. They see Jaune walking towards the exit of the room, about to leave them behind.

"Wait!" Rudra cried out to Jaune.

Against his better thinking, Jaune turns around to acknowledge the two demon guards

"Yes, wait. We have been waiting for a long time," Agni said after his brother.

"Yes, a very long time," Rudra echoed.

"For someone stronger than us."

"Someone who can control us."

"My name is Agni," the red demon sword said.

"And my name is Rudra. You shall take us with you," The blue demon sword stated.

"We could be a great help to you!" Both brothers said as one.

Jaune took a moment to think about their offer. They were pretty strong together and seeing as how he's already let Cereberus tag along, he could use these two as Devil Arms as well. "Okay, but on one condition," He pressed.

"What is it?" Agni asked ecstatically.

"Name it!" Rudra sharing his brother's joy stated.

Jaune points to both brothers, "No talking!" While they were a strong force together, he would not deal with their constant chit-chat along the way.

"Thank god he said it." Mercury stated.

"Much as I hate to agree with you but yeah." Jaune piped up.

"Jaune!" Ruby cried, lightning punching him in the arm. Jaune raised his arms defensively

"I'm sorry Rubes, But they're really annoying.

"Fair enough!" Agni agreed to the blonde's terms.

"As you wish," Rudra echoed his agreement.

Jaune picks up the two swords and does a kata. The force of every swing of the two swords generated sharp winds and scorching flames. By the end, Jaune couldn't help but smile in satisfaction at how amazing these Devil Arms were and how strong they felt in his hands.

"... That was so cool." Ruby whispered with stars in her eyes.

"Impressive," The blue brother praised his new master.

Jaune flips the swords and bangs the two brother's heads together. "No talking," He repeated their agreement.

Neither Agni or Rudra said anything more, almost like they really were inanimate objects.

"Good," Jaune said in satisfaction, having peace and quiet again.

—

The scene changes to show the young crimsonette walk stealthily down a corridor with a gun in hand, the sounds of heavy steps closing in around her.

"Hey look! It's me! Ruby cheered. She didn't get to show up alot in this movie so far. But she started to get worried. It looked like she was about to get ambushed.

It's all of a sudden when a group of Pride Hell's attempt to ambush her. She's able to evade the swings of their scythe weapons thanks to her fast reflexes, allowing her to retrieve a second pistol from a holster. She shoots at two of the Hells and continues to fire in quick succession. One of the Hells thrusted the blunt pommel of their scythe in her direction, Ruby's able to dodge the strike by hopping on top of it and evade multiple swings directed at her in an expert show of her athletic ability. She continues to return fire to them as they continue to advance.

"WHOOO GO RUBY!" Yang cheered as she went to town on the demons.

Even when she gets cornered she has a plan. Ruby kicked two Hells back with her legs, a gift for each of them in the form of grenades. The explosion results in the Hells along with herself being propelled into the air. She doesn't give them a chance to recover as she continues to send bullets their way via cyclone of death. She finds footing on an embedded scythe in the wall, she fires at a nearby Hell and then uses the scythe as a high bar as a means to continue her attack on the rest of the Hells while performing many acts of peak acrobatic ability and gunfire. Eventually she finds herself upside down, her only support was her feet hooked around two embedded poles. The Hells take this opportunity to strike against Ruby together, they never seem to learn.

"Which version of Ruby seems very skilled,'' Weiss mused.

"You say that like you believe I'm not skilled now Ruby said smiling at Weiss. Weiss doesn't say anything as Ruby stares at her. She pouted at the former heiress. "I'm skilled Weiss!"

"Yes. Of Course Ruby." Weiss replies with a smirk.

Ruby turns to Jaune to get him on her side but stops when she noticed that Jaune crossed his legs tightly and was staring at the screen intently.

"Uh Jaune? Why did you cross your legs so tightly?"

Jaune turns to Ruby wide eyed and stutters out an answer. "Uh I-i just feel more comfortable like this!" No way he was gonna tell Ruby watching her go to town on demons was hot to him. Ruby stares at him for a few seconds and goes back to the movie.

Deciding it was time to bring out the big guns, Ruby draws out her trusty Crescent Rose and fires a missile at the ground beneath her. The explosion knocks back the Hells while propelling her into the air once more. Ruby lands onto the ground in a crouch position with no signs of harm throughout the ordeal. As she looks around, she releases a sigh of relief as the Hells were no longer a threat. She tugs her darling back on her shoulder and continues on, as she leaves the screen pans to an overhead shot to see that the charred remains of the ground resembling a '6.'

Ruby is now seen on a balcony of Temen-ni-gru, reloading her arsenal, sitting on a rock until she hears a voice come from behind her. Upon recognizing the voice she immediately pulls out one of her guns.

"Well, well... You've grown stronger," Raven said as she approached the young woman.

"Mom." Yang had a dark look on her face.

"What does she want with Ruby? Blake asks.

"If you shut your yap you may find out." Mercury said nonchalantly causing Blake to glare at him.

"Go to Hell," She raises her pistol directly towards Raven's face.

"You point a gun at me? Your own kin? Your dear Auntie?" Raven said as though she were truly shocked.

Ruby's face twists in rage, "The only family I ever had was my sister, and she's dead!"

"SHE KILLED ME?!" Yang yelled out in shock? The rest of her team and friends were in shock as well. Qrow couldn't believe it. Yang and Raven never really had a good relationship but he didn't think Raven would kill her own daughter.

Ruby shoots with her pistol four times, but finds that Raven has vanished. She draws out a SMG and aims both guns to her left and right in case Raven could get the jump on her. She scans around her surroundings for any signs of Raven only to find nothing. That only left one direction left uncheck... was above!

"You break my heart. After all, it was I who gave you your name. My darling niece!" Raven yells as she stares at Ruby while hanging upside down on the balcony roof.

Ruby was about to shoot when Raven's book dropped on her face blocking her vision. Raven takes this opportunity to get the jump on Ruby and throws her niece off the platform. Before she was out of Raven's sight, she felt her cheek get grazed by one of Ruby's bullets that she fired her way.

"That should have gone into her head!" Yang screamed, her eyes glowing red. Qrow couldn't help but agree with his niece.

Ruby continues falling Temen-ni-gru, that is until Jaune catches sight of her falling and proceeds to catch her by one of her boots. She looks at what stopped her fall and upon recognizing the boy in red, points both her guns at him.

Jaune looks down at the girl with a grin, pleased to see this interesting girl again. "Well, this is my kind of rain. No wonder the sky looks so funny today," He said while looking up at the cloudy sky.

"Getting bold ain't ya Bondie?" Qrow said, turning to Jaune who gave him an annoyed look.

"Yeah? And you want me to what Old man?" He snapped.

Qrow growled knowing he couldn't do anything.

"Let me go!" Ruby yelled.

"Don't say that stupid" Ruby yelled at the other version of herself.

Jaune looked at her with surprise, "Let you go? But it would be a waste if you ended up as just a pretty stain."

"Smooth Arc. Smooth." Coco teased as Jaune faces red at his alternate self boldness with his best friend.

Ruby having enough this guy's talk shoots him in his head. When the bullet makes contact with Jaune's face, it causes him to let go of the girl which results in her fall down again. This time however she's able to use the blade of Crescent Rose as a means to stop her fall. As she hangs off her weapon, she hears the sound of footst coming from the platform above.

"NO ME NO!" Ruby yelled out in horror at the fact she possibly killed her best friend.

"Huh look at that. He died earlier than I thought." Emerald laughed.

Jaune peers over the edge of the platform at the girl, sporting a bleeding bullet wound on his forehead and a miffed expression, "What the hell was that for? Here I am trying to help you and you show your thanks by shooting me?"

"Oh thanks goodness." Ruby sighed in relief.

"We shouldn't be too surprised. Getting stabbed several times with scythe only made him mad." Oscar pointed out.

Ruby, very confused with how he's even standing, responds by shooting him again.

The bullet once again makes contact, however, Jaune is able to react quickly enough to catch it between his teeth. After spitting the offending bullet out of his mouth he decides it would be in his best interest to ditch the girl, "Whatever, do as you please."

"God me! You just lost your chance at getting a friend!" Ruby said in a disapproving tone.

Ruby lowers her gun as she's finally able to pick up why she's been having a bad feeling about this guy, "So he's a demon too."

As he leaves, Jaune cleans off a bit of leftover blood from his face and wipes it on the wall. "I'm beginning to think I've got rotten luck with women," The line of fresh blood drips down the wall, creating the image of a '7.'

—

The scene changes to the very top of Temen-ni-gru, there stands a black haired woman in the rain, a ethereal full moon shining its light in the night sky, and the only sound that was present was the roaring winds in the air.

The silence would soon be broken as the sound of approaching footsteps began to come up the stairs. Jaune approaches the platform, finally making it to the top of the large tower that was Temen-ni-gru. After fighting multiple demons just to get here he was finally met with his gracious hostess, Cinder.

Cinder turned her head to address her guest, already knowing who it was, "...You showed up," She smiled.

Cinder sat forward in her seat. Ready to see herself destroy this weakening again.

Jaune walks up to her, while twirling Ivory in his hands. There was a smile on his face as he paced around the platform, "You sure know how to throw a party. No food, no drinks, and the only babe just left." Jaune lightheartedly pokes at his sister's very poor party preparation.

"My sincerest apology, brother. I was so eager to see you I couldn't concentrate on the preparations for the bash," Cinder replies with a warmth that was difficult to tell if it was genuine or not.

D-do they hate each other?" Oscar asks. "They seem pretty happy to see each other."

Jaune brushes it off continuing his pacing, "Whatever. At any rate, it's been a whole year since we last met. How about a kiss from your little brother? Or better yet, how about a kiss from this?"

Jaune immediately points Ivory directly at Cinder. The sound of lightning and thunder echoed throughout the dark sky, signaling the change in the atmosphere around the two siblings.

"So, this is what they call a heart warming family reunion eh…" Jaune questions as his face grinned, expressing that he was ready for a fight,

Cinder's eyes darkened, her facial expression becoming cold but determined, "You got that right."

Cinder opens up Yamato with her thumb, its blade gleaming in the moonlight.

"Take down, Fearless leader" Nora cheered.

"Heh. Come red. We both know how this is gonna end up."" Mercury said chuckling at her.

"I thought I told you to shut up?" Nora hissed.

—

Jaune and Cinder separated from each other, both breathing heavily from the battle, after fighting so intensely they took a moment to catch their breath. Their fight in the rain had lasted for some time, as evidenced by Cinder's hair being flat down, wet from all the rainwater.

Jaune is able to recover first so he takes Rebellion and starts charging at his sister, Rebellion's tip generating sparks as he drags it on the ground. Cinder recovers in time to evade his attempted strike, giving her the opportunity to parry with Yamato.

Jaune spins Rebellion with both hands then thrusted the sword towards Cinder, who then sidesteps the blade's path. She rotates Yamato to hold the katana backhanded, following up by knocking Jaune backwards with its kashira (pommel). Both of them quickly clashed their blades together, resulting in both of them being knocked back, Jaune having already off his feet is knocked the farthest back.

Jaune skits to one of the pillars standing on the platform, stopping his backwards momentum. He quickly draws out Ebony from her holster, and fires seven shots at his brunette sibling. The bullets are seen speeding towards Cinder who begins spinning Yamato in a quick rotating motion, deflecting three of the bullets while catching the remaining four that were originally aimed towards her.

Cinder places the caught bullets on the floor with Yamato in single file and then returns them to her blonde brother. Jaune sees the returning bullets coming towards him but he quickly lifts Rebellion over his head and is able to quickly slice through them, which then burst behind him.

"...That was fucking cool. Mercury stated and no one disagreed with him

Cinder points Yamato at him, her face expressing her frustration towards her brother, "Why do you refuse to gain power? The power of our father Ozma?"

"I thought you guys said that teacher was their dad?" Coco turned to everyone with a raised eyebrow.

"He is, that's just his real name." Blake said with a sigh. "It's a long story. Don't ask." Coco shrugs and goes back to the movie.

Jaune, after using Rebellion to help him stand, looks at Cinder as if she told him a bad joke, "Father? I don't have a father. I just don't like you, that's all."

Ozpin's heart ached hearing Jaune say that. He knew that they weren't his kids in his universe but the fact that any kids of his were fighting at all as well one of his sons rejecting him, hurted.

A moment of silence passes before the two siblings charge at each other once more, both of their swords clash against the other, while both Jaune and Cinder stare the other down. The spot where both Yamato and Rebellion met begins turning a bright orange, the generated sparks and heat being caused by the force behind both blades, as the two continue staring down the other. The whining of two metals being tested is heard, Jaune seemed to be exerting everything he had, while Cinder showed no apparent signs of exertion at all. The struggle is finally ended when Cinder strikes Rebellion away from her brother's grasp, the large sword spinning in the air until it strikes against the ground, timed perfectly as Cinder impales Jaune with Yamato.

Cinder smirks as she hears the cries of the blonde fools friends as her blade sinks into his stomach. Today was a good day. Two universes where she totally domanations. She turns to Jaune to see his reaction. To her disappointment the blonde didn't react much. Only had a stoic expression. Jaune knew he was gonna lose but didn't want to give the bitch the satisfaction of his disappointment.

His blood trickles down onto the floor and Yamato itself while Jaune grasps at the blade that was impaling his abdomen.

Cinder looks down at her impaled sibling, her face expressing neither joy or satisfaction in the act, only disappointment, "Foolishness, Jaune, foolishness. Might control everything. And without strength, you can't protect anything. Let alone yourself."

Cinder agreed with her counterpart but didn't really care on how she wasn't enjoying her other self with her impaling the fool.

"She... looks disappointed?" Mercury echoed Cinder's thoughts.

"Maybe they do love others? In some kinda weird way?" Ruby said, scratching her head in confusion.

Cinder forcibly removes Jaune from Yamato's blade then takes his amulet from him and leaves a slash on Jaune's sleeve. She looks at the amulet in her hand for a moment, fixes her hair back to its original shape, and starts to walk away but not before taking hold of Rebellion. When Jaune tries to get up, Cinder turns around and quickly impales him with his own sword.

A pan up shot shows Jaune as his blood begins pooling under him, Rebellion pinning his body to the floor.

"Do you finally have it?" Cinder turns around and there she sees Raven standing behind her, seeming to have just arrived.

"Yes. Now the spell Ozma cast will be broken," Cinder says to the scarred woman.

"Spell?" Velvet asked

"Ozpin in this universe sealed the demon world from the human alongside all of his power.

"And Cinder and Raven want to open the gate to the demon realm to get his power?" Yatshu finally speaks up.

Jaune lays on the platform unconscious, seeming like he is dead… until the skull on Rebellion changes form and the sword is launched into the air, the water rises behind Jaune as he charges ahead and tries to attack Cinder.

She quickly blocks Jaune's fist with Yamato, resulting in his hand being covered in blood as the blade sliced through it. Unlike before, Jaune's face shows no evidence of being in pain due to the injury, instead his face shows significant rage towards Cinder.

"I see, the devil inside you has awakened as well," Cinder said to him. This time showing a peaked interest.

"Holy shit Blondie doesn't that hurt?!" Fiona cried out wincing in pain just watching Jaune's hands sink into the blade.

Jaune forces his impaled arm through Yamato, his tissue healing at such an astonishing rate as once his hand is removed it shows no sign of damage or deformity. He grabs the blade once more, then uses his newfound strength to fling Cinder over his shoulder.

"Interesting. It seems like the boy's regen has increased incredibly."Salem mused on learning forward. "They seem more like my children than your Opsin." She smiles at him mocking but it dropped when Nora spoke.

"Probably because you are their mom."Nora replied nonchalantly while still looking at the movie.

Salem took pauses at this and took a closer look at Jaune in the movie and the one in the theater. She got a weird feeling from him, but she decided to push it to the back of her head and just decided the pink one was talking nonsense.

Cinder lands on her feet soon after, preparing to fight him once more before she is stopped by Raven's voice from behind her, "Wait. We should leave. For the moment we have all that we need."

A white aura surrounds Jaune as he walks towards them, his eyes dulled and his steps heavy as he slowly begins triggering the demon inside of him. It was at this time that Cinder and Raven walked away, jumping off the edge of Temen-ni-gru, letting him transform into his Devil Form for the very first time. After releasing an inhuman roar, Jaune falls to the ground unconscious, returning to his human form.

"Holy shit what was that?!" Ruby looked at Jaune in shock.

"Is that what Cinder meant when she said Jaune unlocked the devil inside of him? Because that is a badass looking devil man!" Mercury shouted, getting hyped up.

—

After some time has passed, Jaune awakens once more and gets up off of the ground. The rain having stopped results in many of the clouds to clear up, one of them showing a figure of an '8.' He rips the broken portion of the sleeve from his jacket, then picks up Rebellion. Jaune finds them gone, feeling defeated he slams his fist at the nearest pillar, which results in the top portion of the structure to explode. Jaune looks at what he's done and he discovers he has awakened newfound power, it surprisingly felt...good.

"Oh know that look." Yang had a knowing smile.

Next thing Jaune knows, he jumps off the top of Temen-ni-gru, beginning his pursuit to get his amulet back from his sister and that scarred woman. During his plummet he decides to test his new capabilities on incoming demons. The incoming Blood-goyles will do nicely.

He slays large quantities of the Blood-goes with extraordinary ease, all of his speed, strength, and agility had increased so much that he was like a blur to the normal eye. He throws Rebellion at a number of Blood-golyes, quickly impaling and to finish the job he fires Ebony at the swords pommel, increasing the speed of his sword so much that it reaches terminal velocity. Jaune chases after Rebellion until his outstretched arm is able to reach the same speed as his falling sword. Once he's able to grasp it, Jaune launches himself off of Temin-ni-grun at a horizontal angle.

"... I hate the fact that I've said that's badass to this guy more there once. Mercury muttered.

This new power felt amazing to him, he felt invincible. Powerful. Unstoppable…

That's when the giant Leviathan in the sky showed up and swallowed him whole.

Salem eyes widen at the sight of the giant whale. "Richard?!" she took a closer look and realized that it was not Richard and settled down/

—

The scene changes to a separate corridor of the tower, where both Cinder and Raven appear before an enormous locked door.

Raven is seen looking into her book, very focused on its contents, starts sharing her knowledge with Cinder, "People once cried out in fear of this tower. Temen-ni-gru, a foundation that brought out fear. Fear. Yes, fear. Can't you feel it? The rage and agonies of people. Those who are confined here... with their desires of evil being unfulfilled... It was all because Ozma slammed the door to the Demon World in their faces…"

Raven looks towards the gate as it begins to unlock its many safeguards. Once they undone, the doors opened, allowing the two to continue forward.

Raven before continuing on turns around to see if someone she knows followed them.

"What's wrong?" Cinder asked the distracted Raven.

"...Nothing," Raven replies, obviously lying to her about her true concerns.

"I hope Ruby comes and ends up shooting you in the head, you witch. Yang said seething with rage.

"Same here." Qrow growled in agreement.

Without another word being said, the two women begin making their way deeper into the tower of Temen-ni-gru.

—

As soon as Jaune finished destroying Leviathan's heart, the titanic beast let out a final bloodcurdling scream as it fell to the ground.

Ruby is seen somewhere outside of the tower continuing her search until she sees an enormous whale plummet to the ground. The force of the beast as it crashed down shook the very earth where she stood, its shock felt all across the tower and even by those in the lower levels. Even Cinder and Raven took note of the aftershock of the Leviathan, even if they dismissed it completely after a few seconds.

"Holy shit he just killed that Whale by himself." Coco looked on in wonder.

"Okay guys I'm blind. What the hell happened?" Fox asked, getting a bit annoyed.

"Oh sorry Fox! Uh Jaune killed a giant whale and is now covered in blood."

"Oh. That's really cool." Fox said simply.

The young crimsonette finds where the corpse of the demon landed and witnesses as its blood colored eye is being slashed as Jaune, having finally got out of the oversized whale that swallowed him. Although he did end up being covered head to toe in its blood, so it was a Pyrrhic victory.

"So, this is the next stage?" Jaune thought out loud, thinking he was by himself.

"Wait!" A voice called out behind him.

Jaune turns around to see that it was the same girl from before, and having recalled their last meeting, he had a sour feeling towards her, "If you're asking for a date, forget it. Because I made it a point not to go out with women who shoot me in the head." Emphasizing his point by pointing to a specific spot on his forehead, where he knows she shot him.

"That's a deal breaker most. You're a meanie for doing that Ruby." Nora teased the redhead. She sinks into her seat with a pout.

Ruby scoffed, "Date a demon? I'm not that desperate. Besides, I really don't care for guys who stink like blood."

Jaune quickly sniffs at his clothes, then double takes at how bad the Leviathan's blood reeked, "You're right."

That got a laugh out of most of the viewers. But Ruby shook her head a bit. She just didn't get it. A few years ago, She and Jaune were dating, but now they hate each other. It was weird and it made her feel odd. But she keeps watching.

The mood suddenly changed when both Jaune and Ruby pulled out their guns, however, they weren't aiming at each other. Soon enough, a swarm of Demons ambushed them, causing both of them to form an unofficial alliance to fight off all the various demons.

During the shootout between them and the Pride Hells the two moved back to back for a defensive advantage. Seeing as they had time to kill, Jaune thought he should get to know this mystery girl he had allied himself with, "So tell me, what's your name?"

"I don't have a name," the crimsonette quickly replied, not wanting to get buddy-buddy with a demon.

"Uh… But that Raven chick said she named you Ruby earlier." Coco pointed out.

Not dissuaded in the slightest, Jaune continues to ask questions, "Oh, then what should I call you?"

"I don't care. Whatever you want," Ruby plainly replies, she would rather be focused on killing these Hell Prides than getting distracted by chit-chat.

Jaune laughs as he jumps over a group of incoming demons, then turns back to call out to the crimsonette, "Whatever Lady. I'll leave this to you. Because I don't want to miss the party."

"Lady? That's the best you could come up with?" Yang looked unimpressive.

"More concerned that he just ditched Ruby." Blake said, crossing her arms.

"She did shoot him in the head. Might not want to deal with her," Weiss reminded her team to which Blake nods her head in agreement.

Ruby scoffed, "Who counted on you anyway?"

With the red coat demon gone, she continues fighting against the Hells. The screen shows one of her bullet shells that fell to the ground, the ammunition being a '9. millimeter'

—

Jaune enters a gothic structured room, with a stage and all. He was left wondering where the gatekeeper of this room was until a cauldron of bats emerged in the room. They all form into one shape, which happens to look like an extremely attractive redhead with deathly pale skin and crimson eyes, who'd hair acted as a covering for her bare upper body.

Jaune has to admit, as far as demons went for deceiving their prey, this was new. He liked new things.

Nevan looks upon this new guest with great interest and hunger, "Hmm, welcome sir. Is this your first time here?"

"Yeah it is. You'll be nice to me won't you?" Jaune asked her, playing along with her game.

Ruby's eyes dimmed as she turned to Jaune and muttered out "Filth." Which left the Blonde confused.

"What do I do?" He asked but Ruby didn't answer him. What should I do?!" He asked her again but still received no answer.

Nevan laughs sweetly at her guests request, one that was intended to lower his guard, "Of course I will. I'll treat you so nicely, you'll never want to leave."

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Jaune says before drawing Rebellion, making his point clear to his hostess that he wasn't here for that kind of fun.

Nevan, now knowing her guest was not a typical desire driven human, concedes to play with him for a little while. She walks towards her stage until she looks back at her blonde guest, "Then come on, Sugar."

—

Nevan falls back in defeat, or would have had Jaune not catch her in his left arm, "My, you're sweet."

Thinking she has him fooled, Nevan tries lunging at Jaune's throat before feeling her abdomen being penetrated by a bullet from Ivory.

Jaune laughs, "You'd think so, wouldn't you?"

"Good job Jaune." Ruby cheered with a wide smile which left him even more confused as she was just mad at him a few seconds ago.

Nevan also laughed, already knowing she was beaten, having already decided that it would be much easier on herself if she would surrender to him, "Alright. I'll help you. Your father was a handsome devil, but you're no slouch yourself."

"Salem blinked at the she-devil's comment on her ex's looks. And frankly she didn't appreciate it. She wanted to make sure Ozpin never knew happiness with another woman and thankfully her… possibable son killed her.

After giving up her physical form, Nevan transformed into the Devil Arm "Nevan"... an demonic electric guitar.

While performing an amazing death metal solo, Jaune showcases "Nevan's" unique ability as both a demonic guitar and an electrified scythe. The end of his act ending in a shower of fireworks and sparks.

Ruby let out a shriek at Jaune's new weapon. "It's not fair! I want an electric scythe guitar she whines."

"He plays better on the guitar than he did at beacon though." Weiss said with a teasing smirk at Jaune, who stuck his tongue out at her.

—

Meanwhile, Ruby continues to fight against the Hell Prides, utilizing her full arsenal on them while she simultaneously reloads all her weapons throughout the fight. From her pistol to her Crescent Rose.

When all the Hell Prides had been slain, a falling pistol from the sky is caught by the crimsonette, who smiled at its return.

"Welcome back!" Ruby said.

After packing all of her things, she makes her way towards the next entrance, continuing towards her end goal.

—

Raven and Cinder make their way to the final door to their destination, their end goal within their grasp.

Raven expresses excitement to Cinder, having finally been so close to their goal, "Soon we will reach the lair of judgement. Temen-ni-gru will finally regain its full function and lead us into the Demon World. The world where Ozma's power has been sealed. And the one who will lift the incantation is you, his own daughter. It must be fate."

Before they enter the chamber, Raven looks to check back the way they came, Cinder stops walking concerned of the woman's actions.

"Does that woman really bother you?" Cinder asked Raven.

Raven looked at the brunette quizzically, "What are you talking about?"

Looking back at the older woman, Cinder made her thoughts clear, "Why didn't you kill her? Perhaps, because she is your niece? Did some pesky auntie love get in your way?"

"... Why didn't she kill Ruby?" Yang realized Cinder brought up a good point. Raven was fine killing herself but didn't kill Ruby when she got the chance. It was odd.

Raven immediately became defensive in her body language and tone, "That is none of your-"

Raven is cut off when Cinder impales her in the abdomen, causing her to drop her book. Her blood trickles down onto the surface of the book, the drops that landed vaguely reminiscent of the number '10.'

While looking at the wounded Raven, Cinder decided it was time that she shared some of her own background knowledge, relating to Raven specifically, "To further your study of the black arts, you sacrificed your loving daughter, to become a devil as well. Knowing this I thought you'd be more useful to me, but I was wrong. No wonder your attainment of power is incomplete."

"... I'm not surprised my sister did this all in the search of power" Qrow muttered.

Cinder was incredibly giddy on getting her revenge on Raven, Even though it was technically her, it was close enough and she bathed in the scene with great glee.

Raven coughed up some of her blood, trickling from her mouth, before she exchanged an enraged glare towards Cinder, "What about you? You're an incomplete being as well. Both demon and human blood mingle in your veins. You dare judge me, even after you abandoned your own infant child-"

Cinder forcibly removes Yamato from Raven abdomen, her face showing genuine anger, "Shut up. Now that the final door is open, I have no use for you."

Without another word or glance, Cinder left Raven to lie at the entrance of the door as the old woman bleeds out. She has already come this far in her quest for power, she will not allow another minute pass while she is kept away from her birthright.

Everyone in the theater went dead silent at the bombshell Raven had just dropped. No one said a word and they all slowly turned toward Cinder with widen eyes with the expectation of Salem who had a mixture of anger and disappointment on her face. Cinder only look at the floor shaking as the words finally sinked in for herself.

"I… have a child?" She whispered to her in disbelief.

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qqueenofhades · 3 years

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Since you’re actively trying to Kill Me Dead with your fivan fic prompts, I’ve decide to embrace a ‘if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em’ philosophy. Ahem. /clears throat. It’s truly a tragedy that I’ve not yet read a fic where Jesper compliments Ivan’s pretty face and Fedyor overhears. /bats eyelashes (is this working???). :)

It is two months since Fedyor and Ivan have been reunited, trying to stumble their way into understanding what on earth they're going to do now and what side they are supposed to fight for, whether these rumors of Kirigan being alive are real and what that means for them, when they arrive in a tavern close to the Fjerdan border and decide to stop for a drink. And it's there when Fedyor looks over, does a double take, and hisses, "Nina? What are you doing here?"

His fellow Heartrender, his friend, who he valiantly tried to save from the maniacal druskelle in their last meeting like this, stares back at him. "Fedyor," she says. "What are you -- ?"

"It doesn't matter," Fedyor says. "Are you alone? You should come with us. Ivan and I will keep you safe."

"I'm not..." Nina looks deeply uncomfortable. "Not... alone."

"What?" Fedyor follows her eye line to the other five people gathered at a table across the way, who seem vaguely familiar. Then he catches sight of the same maniac druskelle, the very same, and leaps to his feet. "Nina! What in the name of the Saints is -- "

"Shut up!" Nina hisses, jumping up with him and putting her hand over his mouth. "You don't know what's going on here!"

"That's the druskelle, Matthias Helvar, who -- "

"Fedyor, if you ruin things for me with him again, I swear -- "

While this is going on, a sudden, sepulchral roar echoes through the tavern, rattling off the roof. "YOU!"

Everyone whirls around, just as an utterly apoplectic Ivan leaps to his feet, throws out both hands, and the tall Zemeni man across the way chokes and staggers sideways as he suddenly can no longer breathe. Nina shrieks, then grabs Ivan's arm and pulls it down, breaking his stranglehold on the other man's heart. "Ivan! Don't -- "

"That," Ivan roars, "is the bastard who shot me three times in Ryevost and then pushed me off the skiff in the Fold! I am going to KILL HIM!"

The tavern patrons are scrambling for every available exit, desperate not to be caught in the middle of a Grisha throwdown, as Fedyor snaps upright like a hunting dog catching the scent. "He did... what?"

"Oh no," the Zemeni man says. "It's Kirigan's crazy sidekick. I knew I really shouldn't have been such a softie, but the pretty face -- "

Fedyor doesn't bother answering. His eyes turn as red as his kefta, as he slams his power at the other man so violently that it launches him bodily across the room. Someone yells, "JESPER!" and the Zemeni man -- Jesper -- barely manages to catch himself. Then he throws out a hand in reflex, and the knives on a nearby table speed back toward Fedyor, who ducks. What the -- ?

"I knew you were something!" Ivan bellows. "A Materialki, is it?"

Jesper stops short, swears, gets driven to his knees again as Fedyor redoubles his efforts to give him a serious heart attack, and the melee is only broken by Nina diving in the middle and disrupting Fedyor's line of sight. He tries to push her aside, but she pushes back, and Fedyor stumbles backward, still breathing like a grampus. "You did," he snarls at Jesper, "WHAT?"

"I wouldn't have if I knew he had an equally pretty but very fierce boyfriend. Saints." Jesper, panting, holds up his hands. "Come now. Truce? All right? Truce. In my defense, he was also trying to kill me."

"Maim," Ivan promises, face deadly. "At least."

"No maiming!" Nina screams, startling everyone. "I swear it's like nursery school all over again! Shall we start over?"

Fedyor and Ivan fold their arms and glare. Jesper and company do likewise. Nina sighs deeply.

This is going to be even harder than she thought.

#moonwolves #ask #ivan x fedyor #heartrender husbands #fivan #fivan ff #fedyor goes from cute to murderous in 0.4 seconds #also i need this exact thing to happen in canon so shhh

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goodlucksnez · 3 years

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short t/odoroki quirk flu

AGED UP T/ODOROKI

I wrote this IDK i if it good or if i should continue but enjoy

It was October again...a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as if the spirit of autumn had poured them in for the sun to drain — amethyst, pearl, silver, rose, and smoke-blue. The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver. Todoroki walked in the dewy morning to the agency his feet dragging on the slightly darken surface. The golden light pierced his orbs the headache he had been nursing kicked up in intensity and he winced in response. As the blue outline of the agency began to come into view, he swallowed his pride and gathered the energy to push the metal doors open into the warm interior.

Todoroki at the age of 24 created his agency to the dismay of his father. He had around 50 employees who all reported to him. When he entered the building the dull hum of the fluorescent lights pained him and he winced as he made his way into his office ignoring the pain and the increasing congestion in his face.

Once he sat down in his chair, his assistant came rushing in. “Good morning Sir.”

“Please Nightmare I told you to call me Shoto. But continue.”

“Of course, your morning was uneventful I assume. Well, here are your files and remember you have a meeting at 2 o’clock.”

“Thank you, Nightmare. If you could take all my calls this morning, I have a bit of a headache.”

She nodded and closes the door more quietly. As Shoto opened the desktop and logged into the files of the arrest in the past week. As he clicked on a rather interesting case called position dagger his nose started to itch and run. As he sniffled back the congestion the itch increased in intensity. He scratched his nose with his left hand. While he began to type, he found his eyes beginning to close and he turned his chair away from his desk as his breath begin to hitch.

“-ISSHoo-!! hhisSShww!- ISSHwww!”

As he covered his nose and mouth with his hand, he could not help but notice the small amount of snowflake flutter out before melting in the inside of his palm. He brushed off the strange incident as a rare occurrence, just a mishap with his Quirk. When he turned his chair back to his desk he could hear the fast footstep approaching signaling an interruption from an employee. Before the person in question could knock he pushed the button under his desk that automatically opened the door. What he says before him was no surprise. The lightly blue wavy hair was up in a messy bun and her eyes told the story something was up.

The girl spoke. “Sorry, Sir but you are needed on the front lines, The Kanto region as requested backup from all Pros in a 50 miles radius.” The girl spoke with such speed and clarity he was honestly impressed. “He gathered his thoughts quickly and cleared his throat before speaking “Thank you Melody I assume this is because of the recent gang-related violence.”

“Yes sir they seem to have taken multiple locations hostage and are asking for all pros to be bought before them.”

They both nodded in unions knowing this was some type of trap, but still, public safety was their number one concern. He gathered his gear and headed to the roof waiting for his transit to pick him up.

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Once he made his way to the first location he could see other familiar faces as other Pros glance his way. He simply nodded and took his place in line and observed the situation. The front of this building which looked like some kind of bank was barricaded with what looks like any furniture the gang out find. Police lights and helicopters danced over the reflective windows and he could see some moving shadows inside. He groaned the bright lights were not helping his headache and he pushed back the intensive thought that it may be getting worse. Within minutes the door opened and a figure approached the police line and shouted.

“Welcome to your doomsday hero's” The voice was amplified and bounded off the walls of the other building in complete clarity. Immediately all the Pros were on high alert. The gang was known for pulling stunts like this and failing their resolve to end hero society was strong.

The leader of the Pro's stepped forward. A man Todoroki had never had the pleasure of meeting but attended many meetings with. He had a teleportation-type quirk and was known as the multiplier.

“We have gathered as you said now let the hostages go and we can proceed.”

The figure laughed and pointed a weapon to the line of pros and spoke. “You call these Pros I bet I could take every one of them with my eyes closed, what happened to the good old days where only one could instill fear in the heart of us.”

Todoroki sighed he was tired of hearing this type of speech from gangs. But soon the man continued. “Why I see nothing but failed offspring of those who had all the power and look at them now all lined up ready to get executed.”

The words sparked something in Todoroki and he could feel his left side spark for a moment, he quickly stopped the flame and shook his head. But the man continued.

“Fine let the hostages go we have no use for them.” As the hostages were released comfort heroes quickly gathered them and took them aside to be evaluated and tend to any wounds they had received.

With a sudden crack, the pavement they stood on began to shake and crumble with lightning-fast reflexes all of the pros dispersed many activating their Quirk to stay grounded

Todoroki build a nice bridge a few feet off the ground and stood on it and watched as the earth opened up most likely a Quirk from one of the gang members still inside the building.

The chief commander spoke. “Is it a fight you want?”

The figure lowered its head as dark clouds began to gather over them the distant sound of thunder could be heard and as the figure raised it to head their eyes black and glazed over he simply stated “it’s time.” And the battle began.

Rain began to pour as the gang member-initiated his weather-type quirk and soon all of the pros were in a rainstorm. Todoroki wiped his hair from his eyes and set his eyes on the visual of the front of the building. Soon many members of the gang were beginning to exit the building activating their type of quirks and you could see a full battle was in store for him.

Todoroki hated heavy rain. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, and unless it was humid, made part of his quirk completely useless. Luckily, he still had some cover from the rain, but the strong wind and rain made him regret designing a sleeveless hero outfit.

Whatever. He didn’t have time to be cold. Todoroki knew he was in danger when a fist connected with his torso and he was knocked prone. As he gathered his vision again, he could see a short-haired man had him pinned to the ground and was getting covered in some type of grey substance he realized it was cement. He acted quickly and activated his fire to melt the thick substance and he soon kicked the gang member off himself and darted into the nearest alley to recover and rest. He knew he was bleeding when thick crimson began to block his vision.

Luckily for him, all of the pros combined with the strength and protection of others quickly defeated the gang, and what was a battlefield within minutes could be seen as a failed attempt to go back to their old ways where one hero was in charge.

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He doesn’t remember how he got back to his agency he just remembered the bright fluorescent lights of their little medic and the white cotton sheets which were slowly turning red. He closed his eyes as he felt the healing power of one of his nurse’s power course through him and within seconds the pounding of his head lesson to a degree.

He sat up groggy and winced in pain as he could feel his muscles were sore and the congestion, he had been fighting back all-day shift in his face. The cheerful nurse he had hired spoke up “Well sir I’ve healed all of your injuries but overall, the battle was a success.”

He nodded and smiled a little he looked at the clock across the room and saw it was midafternoon he pushed himself off of the bed allowing his feet to connect with the floor and slowly walked back to his office.

Once he lowered himself in his chair, he took a minute to collect his thoughts however it was at that moment the itch decided to rear its head again and he found myself hunched over in a pre-sneeze limbo.

“Heh’Psh’ieww!!! Heh-ISHieww! hih’PSH! Hih’PSHH!!”

As the sneezes racked through his body, he felt the tight grip he normally has on his fire slip, and as he sneezed for a final time a rush of flame burst from the young Pro. Like his father, the flames licked the side of his face and his eye began to tear from the immense heat. As he looked at his arms, he could see the flame-resistant material struggling to stay intact, this flame was even hotter than his father's….as he sniffed and tied to gain control of his quirk, he heard a sound. He flicked his eyes over and saw the source of the noise.

A curly green-haired man was standing in his office with his mouth agape and was producing a sound that could only be described as a skipping record. Todoroki closed his eyes and put his head in his hands as he regained control of his quirk and said with a muffled voice.

“Hello, Midoriya.”

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#Vic writes #sneeze #sneezy #snez #sneezefic #snezfic #bnha fic #bnha todoroki

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trellanyx · 3 years

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Dark!Stolas AU

I started to send a prompt to @vizowrites after reading the latest installment of her Dark!Stolas AU, then realized I wanted to write it instead. lol This is meant to be a direct sequel to Where You Belong. Thanks for letting me play in the sandbox for a bit bb!

Fic Warnings: This is an AU where Blitzo does not want to have sex with Stolas, and only does so in order to have continued access to the grimoire. Stolas has no qualms about using this leverage to keep Blitzo in line, or ignoring Blitzo’s boundaries. Nothing sexual happens in this fic, but if you don’t like reading fics based off this premise, this isn’t for you. Like the title says, Stolas is not a good person here.

“And you,” Stolas said, his gaze flashing back to Striker with a near break-neck speed, flashing in a surge of barely contained power that still seemed to simmer just beneath the surface. “While I admire that terribly forceful nature of yours, I highly suggest that you remember just to whom you are speaking. And just to whom you owe your continued opportunities that keep your schedules oh so busy. Which reminds me, darling Blitzy….bring the book with you to our next meeting.”

“Blitzy! There you are, darling.”

Regrettably, Blitzo thought. He placed the book on its usual place on the nightstand and shucked off his coat. Stolas loved it when his favorite toy showed such ‘enthusiasm’, not noticing, or perhaps not caring, that Blitzo’s only motivation was to get the night over with as quickly as possible.

He didn’t know which option was worse.

“Look, can we skip the roleplay tonight? My back has been bitching at me all day.”

Stolas giggled. “Ah yes. Isn’t that post-coital ache just delightful? I know my best mornings always happen when I can’t walk straight.”

Blitzo rolled his eyes. In the beginning, he’d respond to comments like that with something along the lines of, “I hear a good ass whooping produces the same result”, but Stolas always interpreted those retorts as encouragement, and Blitzo eventually stopped bothering. He nodded to where Stolas was decadently sprawled along a twilight-violet chaise. “That the spot you’ve decided on?”

“As thrilling as it is to be the center of such undivided attention,” purred Stolas, “I’d actually prefer we take things slower tonight. It feels like ages since we’ve had the chance to simply…talk.” Stolas’s eyes gleamed scarlet, all four of them pinned directly on Blitzo. “Given both of our busy schedules, after all.”

Blitzo stiffened, feeling his stomach shrivel with a sudden chill of terror.

“Stolas--”

“Sit, please,” said the prince, waving a hand at a matching armchair Blitzo knew hadn’t been there a moment ago. “I’m as eager to receive your glorious cock as you are to give it to me, but another need must be satisfied first.”

The words tumbled out of Blitzo so quickly they nearly slurred together. “If this is about what happened at the office, I swear--”

“I said sit.”

Blitzo’s jaw snapped shut with an audible click. He power-walked to the chair, unwilling to risk finding out what Stolas might do if he thought Blitzo was taking too long. But Stolas only giggled again, as if seeing Blitzo so flustered was cute.

“Though since you bring it up, I would like to discuss what happened when I last tried to visit you. I fear there may be some…misunderstanding among your employees about just what our relationship is like, Blitzy.”

“We don’t have a relationship, Stolas,” snapped Blitzo. “We have an arrangement. I fuck you, you don’t fuck over my business. Cut and fucking dry.”

Stolas clucked his tongue. “Blitzy, we are lovers. You could at least try to put in a little romantic effort outside the bedroom.”

Blitzo bared his teeth. “I’m plenty romantic,” he said, in a moment of reckless defiance. “Just not with you.”

Stolas blinked, and Blitzo nearly bit through his own tongue. He did not, however, take back the words. He was engaged now, for fuck’s sake. And the memory of his fiancé almost spitting in the eyes of demon royalty was enough to give Blitzo just enough courage to wipe out his remaining fucks.

You wanna talk, bitch? Fine. Let’s talk.

Stolas tapped a claw against his thigh. “Are you now?” he asked, terribly soft. Blitzo opened his mouth to snarl back, but it hung open when Stolas suddenly beamed and said, “Why Blitzy, that’s wonderful!”

“….It is?”

“Of course!” trilled Stolas. “I’m so happy to hear there are other paramours in your life! Not surprised, of course, my dear little imp. Who could possibly resist such a beautiful and wickedly talented creature like yourself?” He laughed gaily. “I wondered why that fiery little fellow seemed so testy last we met. Jealousy, hm?” Stolas gave a sage little hoot. “I understand, Blitzy. Love makes fools of us all.”

Blitzo couldn’t help but laugh incredulously. “Striker, jealous of you? Listen bitch--”

“Blitzy, darling, it’s alright,” Stolas soothed. “I understand.”

Blitzo raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Do ya now?

“It’s not the first time I’ve been threatened over our little courtship,” said Stolas, still smiling. “At least he didn’t throw something at me! Poor Seymour,” he sighed. “Two centuries of care, gone in a blink and a crash. Fortunately my reflexes are better than my wife’s aim!”

“…Am I on drugs?” Blitzo wondered. “Is Verosika about to pop out with a horse head or somethin’? ‘Cause I’m not gonna lie, that’d actually be a pretty sweet upgrade for her.”

“Silly imp,” giggled Stolas. “Well! Now that that little bit of unpleasantness has been cleared up, I say we move on to more enjoyable activities. How about some refreshments before we start?”

Blitzo withheld a groan. Feeding each other was one of Stolas’s favorite forms of foreplay. He’d constantly nip at or suck on Blitzo’s fingers, to say nothing of how often he’d pretend to feed Blitzo a strawberry or something before replacing it with his mouth at the last second. But if it got Stolas to stop asking questions about his and Striker’s relationship, Blitzo was up for anything.

“Just no strawberries, okay? Last time they made me break out in hives.”

“Alas, tonight I’m simply thirsty.” Stolas pulled a silver bell from his robe and gave it a dainty ring. Then he winked at Blitzo and added, “Of course, that’s always my mood when you’re on my mind.”

A servant imp appeared almost instantaneously, carrying a tray with two shimmering glasses of wine.

“I really do feel much better now,” said Stolas, taking his glass.

“Good for you,” deadpanned Blitzo as the servant turned his way. “Now can we get on with--”

CRASH!

“FUCK!” Blitzo scrambled backward, tripping over the arm of the chair and falling onto the floor. His claws scratched the tile as he scooted backwards on his ass, away from the servant who was now a solid block of stone. Blitzo’s wineglass was shattered on the ground. Why…why did it look like the exact shade of blood?

Stolas took a long, indulgent sip of his own wine. “Wiggles, this is Blitzy. Blitzy, Wiggles.”

“Stolas, what the fuck?!”

“Wiggles hasn’t been with me as long as Seymour was,” Stolas continued, not needing to raise his voice to talk over Blitzo’s panicked yelling. “I daresay Wiggles isn’t even his name, but that’s neither here nor there.”

The prince unfolded his unnaturally long legs and walked around the statue of Wiggles. “He’s a good servant, as far as imps go. Obedient, polite, deferential…he knows his place in the world and is content with it. Like Seymour was.” Stolas placed a hand on the top of Wiggles’s stone head. “And like Seymour…”

Blitzo realized what was coming a split second too late. “DON’T--!”

Stolas lightly pushed, and Wiggles fell forward. There was a sick crack when the statue hit the ground, and Blitzo watched in horror as Wiggles’s now detached head lay face-first in the puddle of wine. Stolas waved his hand, and the rest of the body crumbled into dust and rubble.

“Gone in a blink and a crash,” finished Stolas.

There was no flirting or good-natured silliness to Stolas now. He stared down at Blitzo with cold disappointment. Blitzo barely dared to breathe, let alone move.

“Let’s not forget what our actual roles are, my precious little imp,” murmured Stolas. “You are exceedingly good at what you can do with your body, and because of that, I allow your little family venture to succeed. Every time you rendezvous with the world above, you pay your way with my magic. Your daughter sleeps under a roof built from my generosity. Your lover fucks you in a bed gifted by my mercy. I could rip everything away from you, Blitzo. Everything you’ve ever touched. I wouldn’t even have to leave this room.”

Stolas knelt down, ignoring the way Blitzo flinched back. “But I don’t do that, darling. Because I love you. You’ve brought excitement and joy back into my world the likes of which I haven’t felt since my daughter was born. Of all my collections and all of my toys, you are my favorite.”

A crimson glow slowly bled into existence until it outlined Stolas’s entire body. Blitzo couldn’t look away from him, and wasn’t entirely sure that Stolas wasn’t making that possible. The air seemed to constrict around him, making his temples pound and his nose bleed.

“What you do with your time is your own business, Blitzo. But when I call on you, full moon or not, I expect you to answer,” whispered Stolas. The use of Blitzo’s full name stung him like a brand. “When I ask for privacy, I expect to not be interrupted. Above all, I expect you to make sure your associates know their place around us – and mind it. Do you understand?”

Blitzo jerked his head in as much of a nod as he could manage.

“They may hiss and spit all they like, but they will stay out of our way. Else I will remove them myself, and I will make you watch. Do you understand?”

Another nod.

“Say it, Blitzy.”

“…I understand,” said Blitzo through gritted teeth. The moment he did, the air returned to normal, leaving Blitzo gasping for air like a drowning man. Stolas finished his wine, and looked out the balcony window behind Blitzo.

“Ah! And there’s the moon. What a beautiful sight – not as lovely as you, of course.” Stolas cupped Blitzo’s cheek, looking at him with a familiar expression of lust. “Come darling,” he purred. “The night is still young, after all.”

#helluva boss #blitzo #stolas #helluva boss stolas #helluva boss blitzo #vizowrites #felt like stretching my evil writing muscles lol #thanks for letting me borrow him vizo!#does blitzo try to lay low or does he immediately go home that night like BABE GET YER RIFLE WE'RE GOING OWL HUNTING #it's up to you XD

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hellishhin · 3 years

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And They Fell

Length: ~1,500

Content warnings: Violence, blood, injury, magical attacks, electrocution, unconsciousness

Post themes: combat

Summary: This post is a little different because it's just the subsequent combat scene following up from the last post. This is my first real combat scene ever and I got a lot of great advice for it. If you want to, I would really love some solid critique on how this went. A few questions I'm wondering about most: is this confusing? Does it pace correctly for a fight scene? Did I jump around too much? You can reblog/reply with as much or as little critique as you want. You also can just read for fun and you don't have to critique anything if you don't want to! I also may repost this as a rewrite depending on advice I get, we will see :)

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Kireen’s blade sang from its sheath and her warrior’s mind kicked into action. This was enough evidence to start an investigation so it was clear they wouldn’t be allowed to escape. Two strides, sword in motion, but it came to a jarring halt against two elvish scimitars belonging to the crossbow man’s comrade. Kireen was able to stave off the biting steel but she couldn’t match the speed of two swords forever.

Another bolt was being loaded but Kireen was too preoccupied to notice so K’lai’a’la, throwing knives at the ready, sent them hurtling in his direction. One caught the wood of the crossbow which did no more than mar its polished surface. The second struck his upper arm. She saw the crossbow shudder in his hands and his lips tighten but he slammed the bolt fully into place. K’lai’a’la knew it was coming. With her reflexes, it was nothing to sidestep the bolt and hear it clatter against the stone. Before he could load another, her attention was drawn to a battle cry from Brimir who had drawn his own sword and plunged into contest with the two remaining elves. Sadie seemed to be safely keeping behind the lines so K’lai’a’la drew her own scimitar and stepped to Brimir’s side.

It was vital to keep to one’s strengths so as her friends stepped up to engage the elves, Sadie stayed back. As another bolt was prepared, she knew she must target him to keep his attention off her friends.

“Hey!” she called and he turned his attention to her “if arrogance and stupidity had a baby, you would be the afterbirth.” Each word was wrapped tightly into the weave and entered his mind like a dozen shards of glass. She watched him recoil but regain his composure quickly and loose a bolt just for her. It breezed through her hair as she flinched away, unharmed. He was quickly placing another bolt and she shouted at him once more. “If you don’t start using your head for more than a hat rack, I’ll start using it to store my swords!” His shot went wide and lacking the patience to reload, he tossed the crossbow away and yelled something in elvish. Sadie grinned, knowing in her soul that she was just insulted, but his carried no magic.

A man twice her height barreled down on her but she drew her rapier and held her ground. One misdirection and his blade went wide. She went in for the groin but he backhanded her blade away. She could hear his blade whistling toward her again but she didn’t move in time, giving her a stinging bite across the jaw; her vision blurred. She thrust blindly and felt it give into something soft. She heard a grunt, steel flashed, her rapier lifted in defense to take a moment and make sense of the blur in front of her.

The elf who had intercepted Kireen was not prepared for her draconic strength. He was parrying her blows but losing ground and Kireen saw it. She pushed harder, increasing the force of each swing but she faltered when the man with the crossbow discarded his weapon and charged past her to where she knew Sadie was standing. Her opponent took his opportunity to step into her guard and thrust his sword into her underarm. Sensing his move she twisted so the armor took most of the blow only leaving her with a sharp ache. With him inside her guard, a quick pommel strike to his head crumpled him. Kireen spun and saw Sadie with blood dripping off her chin, barely holding her own against the onslaught. With a roar, Kireen charged.

Sweat beaded, muscles burned, breath rasped sharply but K’lai’a’la and Brimir kept pace with their two opponents. They all bled from several minor cuts but the pain heightened their instincts. One slip was all it took and when K’lai’a’la over-rotated her wrist, the enemy sword broke her guard and cut deeply into her arm. With a feral snarl she lashed out with pure instinct and landed a similar blow across his shoulder. Brimir’s peripheral caught the break in motion. He flipped his sword out, sinking the point into the other elf’s thigh but the one he had engaged swung for the opening. Brimir brought his arm up, catching the sword on his bracer and he winced at the force.

Seeing her opponent stumble to Brimir’s sword, like a predator to the weakest prey, K’lai’a’la redoubled her efforts. As her sword whistled through the air, she watched the elf’s lips move. The air around him rippled and he sidestepped, disappearing entirely. Her sword continued through the air with such force that the tip struck the ground. Brimir’s opponent balked, realizing it was now two on one. He retreated toward the open door just as an older elf with vicious blue eyes stepped through it. Lightning arced through his fingers and K’lai’a’la could hear the arcane language on his lips.

The draconic roar behind him made the elf turn his attention away from Sadie to see a blur of red scales and teeth grab him by the front of his armor. Kireen made to bite his face but he pulled away in terror and she only grabbed the side of his neck. Her mind was set on protecting Sadie so the elf’s dagger plunging into her side surprised her and she pulled away. This left her open for two more dagger thrusts to her gut almost bringing her to her knees. A third was incoming but was pulled up at the last second when Sadie’s rapier plunged into the back of the man’s thigh. Kireen was about to rally when a second set of swords appeared seemingly out of nowhere and began pressing her back.

There was a carnal satisfaction that flashed through Sadie when she saw the elf’s features contort with pain while her rapier embedded itself further into his thigh. All Kireen needed to do was take advantage of his distraction. Then the second elf from across the room stepped out of a ripple in the air.

The enemies were aware that the dragonborn was the bigger threat. With Kireen already weakened, Sadie knew it was now or never. With a deathgrip on the weave she twisted the strands around the mind of the elf who just appeared before them. His strangled mind succumbed to her power. He began to laugh, a horrible cackling laughter that rang above the clash of swords and scuff of boots. Sadie’s laughter rose with his but the elf laughed so hard he dropped to his knees. Presented with the opportunity, Kireen took it, her sword sprouting from his back in a wash of blood. He died with a twisted smile on his face.

Kireen’s entire body burned but whether from wounds or exertion she didn’t know. There was now a second elf or she was seeing double. Either way she was swinging frantically at both until one of them began to laugh. Once on his knees she thrust and found that it was no illusion. She wrenched her sword free of his corpse but her strength flagged, she was backed against the wall, her breath came in ragged gasps. Then she couldn’t see. Everything was white, her muscles contracted all at once and fire seared through her. She couldn’t even scream. It stopped as fast as it started and she welcomed the coolness of the floor on her cheek.

The arc of lightning ripped through his body and he staggered but managed to stay on his feet. Beside him, K’lai’a’la was not so lucky. She succumbed without a cry of pain, collapsing into a heap. He looked over his shoulder and saw Kireen fall as well but to his relief, Sadie remained standing. He had one chance to save his friends. One well-placed sword thrust and this mage would be done. Brimir made it one step before there was a silent concussive force around him and the man spoke a word. “Kneel”. The word echoed around in his thoughts erasing all others. He dropped to his knees.

When she could finally breathe again, Sadie let out a sob. She looked to Kireen for reassurance but saw her friend lifeless on the ground. Her thoughts were sluggish, looking to call K’lai’a’la for help but she too was on the ground and Brimir was kneeling before the man in the doorway. She was the only one left. It was up to her to get them out of this. Emotions hit her like rolling thunder and a scream of rage pealed out of her. She released her grip on the magic she handled with such care and brought her hands together. A shattering crack echoed around the room loud enough she thought the roof might collapse.

When the dust settled, all the elves were still standing. She had failed. Her last hope was to heal them, she had the magic, she could help her friends. Sadie took one step but a hand in her hair halted her. Pain blossomed across her cheek from a sadistic backhand and that was all it took for the world to go dark. Silence fell along with Sadie. Pure chaos, over in seconds that stretched out into a lifetime but not even the chaos stirred the unconscious people still laying in the corner.

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