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Forest Day 2021: Un-cursing a Forest Tutorial (Gone Wrong)
Come into the woods with me, won’t you? I promise everything will be super normal and it’s totally not a little over 5k words hahahahahaha
Castys Masterlist
Ingredients: cannibalism mention, plant/animal/body horror (there is a lot of this and it is weird and kind of gross at times so this is your warning), acid burns, i use the word “pustules” multiple times, eye whump, gore, suicide for convenience
Castys woke up to darkness.
His head was pounding, so it was sort of nice, but much less nice when he tried to move and discovered his arms were tied behind his back. Upon further investigation, he realized he was gagged and blindfolded as well. 
Great.
He sat up and was just starting to try and get his gag out using his shoulder when a pair of hands grabbed him and hauled him to his feet. He tried to jerk out of their grasp, but a second person grabbed his other arm, and then it was all he could do to keep up as they hauled him to wherever. The ground changed from something solid feeling to something dirt-sounding, and then solid again after the creak of a door opening. 
“He’s awake, Chief.”
“Thank you. Just leave him and wait outside.” One of the men kicked the back of Castys’s legs, forcing him to his knees. He was tempted to get up once he felt their hands leave him, but he figured it would be best to just wait and see what the hell was going on for now. Once the blindfold was removed, he tried to look around, but a rough hand grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at his captor, a strong looking woman with her dark hair in a complicated braid. She examined him with concern. “I didn’t think you would look this young.” Her free hand untied the gag, and she gently pulled it out of his mouth. “You are him, and not just some child, right?”
“Nope, just a child. A nineteen year old boy. Not immortal, so I think you’ve got the wrong guy.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I never said I was looking for an immortal.”
Castys opened and closed his mouth a few times, blinking. “I-okay that one’s on me. Hooray, you caught me.” He glared up at her. “Now what do you want?”
She let go of him, stepping back and crossing her arms. “I am Citlali, the chief of Nauhiliv’s Hollow. For centuries, my people have-”
“I’m not really in the mood for a history lesson, so just get to the-”
“Either shut up and let me talk or I will gag you again.” Castys rolled his eyes. “I promise it’s relevant, alright?”
“Fine.”
Citlali took a deep breath and began again. “For centuries, the people of Nauhiliv’s Hollow have lived as one with the forest, taking only what we need from its bounty, hunting and gathering from the lands around us. But now,” she looked away, “now the forest is...twisted. What was once a familiar place has become dark and horrifying, and they are now far too dangerous to hunt in. Everyone we have sent in to find the source of the curse has not yet returned.” She took a shuddering breath before looking back at Castys. “You, however, can’t die. So would you-”
“How much will you pay me?”
“Just...this.” She held up a small leather pouch, one that looked kind of like...Castys hurriedly looked down, feeling his stomach twist when he didn’t see the familiar string around his neck.
“You took my-give it back! How did you even find out about that?!” Castys fought to keep his voice even, his fists clenched behind him. That pouch was important to him, it had his rock that allowed him to kill himself easily and painlessly, and it also had...he just needed it, dammit.
“You’re apparently, ah, quite chatty when you’re drunk.” She twirled the pouch on her finger lazily. “So, if you lift the forest’s curse, you’ll get it back. And until then, my other half is going to keep it safe in a pocket dimension, where even a notorious thief like you can’t get to it.”
Castys’s face darkened. “That’s-if you wanted me to help you why didn’t you just, I don’t know, ask instead of fucking kidnapping me and stealing my shit?”
“Because I’ve heard tell that you’re a selfish asshole who definitely wouldn’t help us unless we paid you a ton of money or forced you to. And since we’re not exactly drowning in cash…”
Castys mulled it over for a moment, wiggling his hands against the ropes. “Yeah okay that’s fair. I still hate you, but that’s fair.”
Citlali rolled her eyes. “Are you going to do it, then? Because if not,” she stalked over and grabbed Castys’s chin tightly, forcing him to look up at her, “I could think of a different way you could help my people, immortal.”
“I promise you, I taste terrible.” Citlali flinched back, letting go of Castys’s face.
“What-no that isn’t-I meant I was going to sell you, idiot! That’s so-we’re nowhere near desperate enough to eat…” she shook her head. 
“Okay, sorry, I figured if you were desperate enough to kidnap me you were also desperate enough to want to eat me and my infinite flesh.”
“Those two are absolutely not the same level of-look, are you going to do it or not? Because if not I will sell you and keep your precious-” 
“I’ll go kill your stupid forest curse thing,” Castys sighed. “Being sold is super annoying, and escaping will be way harder without my rock.” He glanced back over his shoulder. “Can you untie me now?” 
“Do you promise not to try to run off? You won’t be able to get your pouch back by force, and this village is surrounded by these cursed woods except for a single, well guarded road, so there really won’t be any point in trying, anyway.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” Castys got to his feet after she freed him, rubbing his chafed wrists as he looked down at his very empty belt. “You’re going to give me my sword back for this, right? I know I can’t die but fuck if I’m going in there without a weapon.”
“You can have your sword, and the small amount of supplies we can spare, once the sun rises and you set out. Until then,” she gestured to the door, “let Tlaloc and Meztli show you where you can sleep.” 
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Castys took a deep breath as he looked up at the trees towering over him, gripping his pack tightly. They looked like normal trees to him, and he was sort of disappointed that they didn’t look...creepier? He expected this horrible cursed forest to look more horrible and cursed, especially with all the trouble that bitch went through to make him do this. He glanced back, but Citlali and the guards were still behind him, and she waved her hand at him to get going. Sighing, he started walking into the forest, hoping this whole “curse” thing was just some asshole wizard kids playing a trick. 
Soon enough, he spaced out listening to the forest sounds. The rustling of the wind in the branches, the chirping of birds, the faint screaming...wait what. No, yeah that was screaming or something. He looked around frantically for the source of it, just now noticing that the trees were...different, somehow. They sort of...shimmered, moving in a strange way. Cautiously, he approached the nearest trunk and studied it. It was...it was moving, the whole surface shifting and crawling, like it was covered completely in bugs. O-kay then. 
Moving on.
Castys wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to look for. That chief lady had really just sent him in here with the very helpful instruction of “fix it”, like he had ever un-cursed a forest before. He didn’t know where he was supposed to go, or...where he even was. He’d been trying to walk in a straight line, but the way behind him looked unfamiliar, as if the trees and plants had decided to move around while he wasn’t looking. Well, it appeared that wandering aimlessly was his only option now. Delightful.
Maybe he should do something as he walked along to help pass the time. Not that he didn’t mind walking around in nature, this place was just...he pulled out his rekara, twirling it between his fingers for a moment before putting it to his lips and blowing, tapping his fingers on the slender instrument’s holes to play a stupid little tune. It covered up the faint screaming sound quite nicely, and it eventually attracted a little bird, which fluttered down on a nearby branch. It was a very normal-looking one, with plain brown feathers and cute lil’ eyes.
When it opened its mouth to chirp at him, though, another scream rang out through the forest, so loud it sounded like it was coming from right next to Castys. Startled, he jumped a bit, stumbling back and tripping over a tree root or something, falling right on his ass. Frantically, he looked around for the source of the scream, but there was no one around him, as far as he could tell. “Anyone screaming out there?!” he called as he stood up, but he was met with silence. Well, not silence silence but just...nothing un-ambient. Maybe the trees were screaming. It could be a tree thing. 
The bird was still sitting there staring at him, and oh my fuck it’s the bird isn’t it-again, the bird opened its beak, and again, a horrible scream echoed around him. Well wasn’t that nice. A bird that screamed like a person. Castys slowly backed away, hoping the little thing’s only weird quality was the noise it made. Once he felt like he’d gotten far enough away, he turned and ran, and he was only running to cover more ground quickly, not because he was scared, no, a little unsettled, maybe, but not scared. 
He stopped to catch his breath after a few minutes, and as he stood there panting, he realized the forest around him had grown even more...strange. The trees actively waved in the air now, though there was no wind, and many of their branches hung limp, like they were made of cloth or something and not solid wood. Their bark still glistened and crawled, swirling into strange, mesmerizing patterns. The leaves of all the plants were different now, too, having taken on a sickly pink color, almost like...light-colored skin. Tasty.
Okay, yeah, something was obviously very wrong and cursed here, but he still had no clue what the fuck to do about it. He’s been hoping he could find...he didn’t know, something that looked like the source of it, like a very giant tree with a hole in it or perhaps a big magic crystal or an evil bear. But all around him were just normal sized haunted trees and no crystals and weird greenish mold and all the plants with their gross fleshy leaves-wait that mold or whatever was new. He crouched down and pulled out his knife so he could poke at it.
Upon closer inspection, it was like...little green pustules clustered together on the surface of the shifting tree bark. He used the tip of his knife to prod one of them, but it burst far more easily than he had been expecting, splattering greenish goop all over his hand, and it burned. Crying out, he dropped his knife and looked frantically around for water or something he could use to get this awful stuff off because dying wouldn’t make it go away so until he got rid of it somehow he was just stuck feeling it burn away his fucking flesh but there wasn’t anything here besides plants and more plants so it looks like that was all he was going to get-
With shaking hands, he grabbed a nearby leaf, shuddering at the fleshlike texture, the warmth, and wiped it desperately over his wounds, trying to scrape away the acidic sludge. It sort of worked, getting the larger clumps off, but he could still feel it eating his damn flesh, if only he had-wait he was a fucking idiot-he pulled out the waterskin Citlali had lent him, sloppily splashing water over his hand, gasping in relief as the pain lessened slightly. Obviously nothing was going to heal the wounds besides dying, but now he could actually do that without the acid continuing to burn him. He reached down into his shirt, feeling for the pouch containing his death rock, but...no, that’s right, he didn’t have it, he’d have to slit his throat like old times. Sighing, he wiped the acid goop off of his knife before turning it on himself.
Castys woke up very pleased to find that his hand no longer had holes in it, but when he saw the leaves he had wiped it on, his stomach twisted. The acid had burned right through them, and the holes were rimmed with red, dripping...it was blood, blood leaking from those fleshlike leaves. Quickly, Castys wiped off his knife and sheathed it, getting to his feet, ready to run the fuck away from those gross acid pustules. But...maybe it was a good sign that things were getting weirder, maybe he was getting closer to whatever the hell the source of all this was. So maybe he should…follow that stuff. It was the only sort of idea on where to go he had gotten this whole time, so it really was his only option, huh? He’d just have to be careful not to touch it. 
The streaks of green on the swirling tree trunks, which had darkened to a shiny black at some point, led him, allegedly, deeper into the forest. Wait, how was the green stuff staying in one spot while the trunk beneath it was shifting? That didn’t make any sense, not like anything did here, but still…physics. He studied the nearest tree for a moment, watching its surface move as the clump of acid bubble things stayed still. Though...he could see something between the cracks in the crawling trunk, something long and off-white, like...yup. Trees with bones. Lovely. Shaking his head, Castys resumed walking, deciding to just not question anything ever again. 
Things certainly got stranger as he continued. There was a pond where his reflection didn’t have a face, dragonflies with wings that looked like overgrown fingernails, and a herd of deer with skin and muscle so clear that all he could see were their organs and bones okay but what would clear deer meat taste like, so he felt like he was probably going the right way. When he heard a strange thumping sound, like something large walking around, he cautiously moved towards the source of it, poking his head out from behind a tree to see what it was. 
It was the ugliest, most disgusting horrible abomination creature thing he had ever seen. It’s main body was the same light fleshy color as the leaves, dotted with clumps of acid pustules, with a mishmash of vaguely humanoid limbs with all sorts of skin tones jutting out of its misshapen body every which way. And it had so many eyes all over, some frantically darting around, some focused horrifyingly on him. But the worst part were all the flowers sprouting it from it, not because they were flowers, but because these flowers had little white teeth in their centers, probably serving as the mouths for this thing since he didn’t see one anywhere else on it. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind cutting this thing to bits in the slightest, it was freaky. He stepped out and drew his sword, watching the monster warily as it shambled towards him. If this thing wasn’t the source of the curse, he didn’t know what would be.
Once it was within range, Castys slashed at it, wincing as a high pitched shriek rang out from one of the flower-mouths. He danced back as it swung at him with two of its arms, their hands reaching out to grab him. This kept on for a bit, him slashing at the monster and dodging its blows, though he’d occasionally make the mistake of slicing a clump of acid pustules, spraying himself with the corrosive substance. When he stopped for a moment to catch his breath, he noticed something...unfortunate. All the gashes he’d cut in the monster were slowly closing, healing that thing up like his attacks hadn’t even happened. He, on the other hand, was covered in acid burns and not sure how much longer he’d actually be faster than this thing. His healing was useless in a fight, since dying left him completely defenseless for a good minute or so.
He had to figure something else out some other-shit, he couldn’t stand still for very long, this monster just wouldn’t quit attacking him. He might have been safe in a tree, but all the ones in the area were pretty much completely covered in that acid stuff, so that was out of the question. Seeing an opening, he lunged, trying to stab one of those fucked up mouths, and he couldn’t help but feel a spark of relief as his blade sank in, knocking out some of its teeth. But his elation turned to fear as he felt something grab his ankle the same moment the mouth clamped shut around his sword. He tried his best to keep his grip on his sword as it yanked him up, but it slipped through his fingers, leaving him defenseless as the monster slammed him down onto the ground, his whole body lighting up in pain. 
Over and over, it smashed his body against the ground with inhuman strength. All Castys could do was scream as he felt his bones break, their sharp edges piercing him from the inside. To finish, it threw him against one of the trees, the impact of his body bursting a myriad of acid pustules open, drenching him in the stuff. Castys fell to the ground in a heap, sucking in pained breaths beneath his shattered ribs, and all he could do was helplessly watch through his one good eye, the other reduced to goop by the acid, as the monster raised a foot above him. His mind was screaming at him to go, to run, but he could hardly move, he should just let himself die so he could heal, but he didn’t want to, he didn’t want to just lie still and let this thing step on him, slowly building up the pressure on his already ruined ribcage, forcing ragged screams out of his acid-burned throat, he was going to be crushed but he didn’t want to be, g-get off please it hurts so much why do I have to do this it’s not fair I didn’t even do anything wrong this time please-
Castys came back to pain, sparking, burning agony soaking deep into his flesh. He was still covered in acid, and even with his bones intact now he could barely bring himself to move. But he had to, he had to get up, he had to kill this thing, had to get out of this awful place himself, because there was no other way out, because no one was going to come save him, not now, not ever. Just as he was psyching himself up to try and stand, the monster’s hands grabbed him all over, dragging him off the ground. He tried to squirm out of its grasp, and while it had too many damn hands and he had too many damn acid burns for this to actually be effective, he struggled anyway. As it lowered him towards one of its flower mouths, he tried to at least scream expletives at it, but of course he’d still had acid in his throat when he died so he couldn’t even relish the simple joy of yelling “fuck”.
What would happen to him if this gross monster ate him whole, he didn’t want to find out, but it seemed like he was going to if he didn’t break free. Castys shuddered as the mouth opened wide, wider, impossibly wide, showing off an unnecessary amount of wicked sharp teeth, and oh fuck they were a lot closer to him than he’d thought because his damn left eye was a corroded mess again and all of a sudden there were teeth tearing through his flesh and he was falling, falling into that horrible mouth surrounded by bright purple petals, pointed teeth digging into him, but he felt something, he felt something, hard and rough, and maybe it was his sword, and he could still kill this thing, so he wrapped his burned hand around it, fingers screaming in protest, and pulled, and as much as it hurt, as much as his sword was stuck, he wasn’t going to lose here.
His sword finally broke free with a disgusting squelch, though it felt a lot lighter than he remembered, and just as he pulled it out, the monster collapsed to the ground. Castys somehow managed to worm his tattered body out of the creature’s mouth, and once he was free, he held up his sword so he could stab himself with it, but discovered the object he was holding was very much not his sword. It was a strange wooden carving of a twisted tree, like ones surrounding him, a small bone fitted so snugly inside that it was almost as if the wood had grown around it. Was this...the source of everything? It was the most curse-causing looking thing he’d seen so far, and given that it seemed to be the core of that monster...oh, it was starting to grow flesh. Oh absolutely not.
Castys looked around frantically for his sword, his dagger, anything to break this talisman thing with. The first thing that caught his eye within reach was an unfamiliar axe, but he lunged for it, wishing he had time to kill himself and reset his body’s condition, but there was no telling how much this thing would grow while he was out. If he wanted a chance at ending this for good, he had to do it now. He rasped in pain as he dragged himself upright, grabbing the axe with blood-slicked fingers before he set the cursed object down and swung, crying out brokenly in pain and frustration. After a few clumsy whacks, the talisman broke in two, and the flesh bubbling out of it ceased moving. Was...was it over? It had to be. It had to be. It had to-
Head spinning, Castys fell sideways, the vision in his functional eye starting to blur. He knew he needed...to die...but he just...didn’t have...the...strength…
It was warm...comfortable...but it hurt, and...everything was...itchy. But still, so warm, and that was pleasant, and he found himself leaning into it. It was almost like...
Castys jolted awake, his eye snapping open. He was inside some building, the wooden ceiling above him lit by rippling firelight, in what felt like a bed, his whole body throbbing fiercely, and there was...a hand on his forehead. A hand attached to the village chief, Citlali, who was looking at him with concern. Her face broke into a relieved smile when she saw he was conscious, despite him flinching away from her touch. “So, our hero is finally awake.”
“I-” Castys tried to speak, but his throat was still severely fucked up, in fact, his whole body was. He hadn’t fucking died since he’d passed out, and these idiots didn’t know how his immortality worked, so they’d actually bandaged him up. The feeling of them was totally foreign, if not a little nostalgic. God, he must have looked fucking awful when they found him. He hoped it would make them think twice about kidnapping people to do their dirty work in the future. 
“Don’t try to speak; your throat is quite badly damaged. Do you want something to write on?” Castys nodded, and she fetched him a wooden tablet and a stick of charcoal. He considered writing something on the angrier side, but seeing as he still didn’t have his pouch back, and that she had tried to help him...he should probably play nice. He was too tired for any more fighting, anyway.
“If you’d just kill me so I can heal that would be great.” Pausing, he decided he should probably explain that a bit better. “Every time I die I come back to life fully healed. And the most convenient way for me to die is to touch my rock, which I believe I’ve earned back. Unless the forest is still wonky.”
“No, you did break the curse, and I want to thank you for that, because obviously it wasn’t easy. I-” she cut herself off. “First things first, let’s get you healed for good.” She furrowed her brow. “Will healing with these bandages on...mess it up somehow? Some of them might be a little...stuck to your wounds. Should I take them off of you first?” Castys considered it for a moment. He’d never tried to heal with bandages on, but if things went wrong...it might be more painful to have to cut them out of his flesh or whatever. He nodded, holding out an arm.
Citlali was gentle as she unwound the bandages with practiced skill, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt like hell. It felt like she was ripping his damn skin off, and every time his idiot body tried to scream in pain, it tore up his throat even further, making the whole affair even more damnably unpleasant. He could hardly stand to look at the wounds underneath, all pink and red and oozing what he assumed was pus. The worst part, however, was when she removed the bandage from around the remains of his left eye and it pulled a little string of bloody flesh off with it. He screamed at that, really screamed, and he realized he was crying, and he didn’t understand how mortals did this all the time. Citlali didn’t so much as flinch at the gore, the smell, or his pain, and he almost felt embarrassed about how poorly he was handling this.
When she was done, she retrieved his pouch from a nearby table, giving it to him wordlessly. With shaking hands, Castys managed to pull it open and stick a finger inside, sighing in relief as the familiar blackness took him. When he woke up, he was happy to find that there wasn’t any more acid on him, so he was actually fully healed this time. “Thanks,” he muttered, flexing his hands.
“Thank you, you really saved us. I...I know you were forced to, and I know that I shouldn’t have done it that way, but I felt like we didn’t have any other option, and-”
“It’s fine,” Castys sighed, waving a hand dismissively. “That shit was pretty fucked up so I’m not really surprised all the mortals you sent in died. And it’s not like I’m known for my benevolence.” He put the pouch around his neck, where it thumped against his bare chest. “So, did my clothes-”
Citlali shook her head. “They were full of holes and covered in acid, so we asked around and got you a spare set.” She handed him a folded shirt that was similar in style to the pants he’d been wearing when he woke up, and he pulled it on. She handed him the rest of his belongings before picking up the pieces of the wooden carving that he’d destroyed. “Where...where did you find this?” 
“Inside the freaky monster with all the limbs and shit.”
“The what.”
“Was its giant corpse not near where you found me?”
“There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary there besides this and some of the weapons and equipment from our lost expedition parties.” She put it down, standing and crossing her arms. “We all felt the shift in the forest when the curse was lifted, and when we went out to investigate, everything seemed just like it had before all of this started. We found you collapsed in a clearing not too far from here.”
“Not too-I feel like I wandered around for hours! Stupid cursed forest.”
Citlali huffed. “Regardless, we found the talisman next to you, but no monster. But if this was what caused everything…” She picked up one of the pieces, gripping it tightly. “I think I understand what happened.”
“That’s great for you, don’t let it happen again.” Castys stood, shouldering his pack. “I...I can leave now, right?”
She looked up abruptly. “Oh, uh, yes, though you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, and we were thinking of holding a feast once we-” she stopped, clearing her throat. “We’d like to make it up to you in any way you can, but I understand if you’d like to leave. I’ll walk you out.”
Part of Castys wanted to stay and get a bunch of free food out of these people, or at least actual compensation for the ordeal he just went through, but he didn’t know if he could stand to be surrounded by these woods for much longer, despite the fact that they were allegedly no longer cursed. He couldn’t fight the nervous feeling in his stomach as walked away, his steps quickening once he and Citlali parted ways. He didn’t really relax until he had left the forest far behind him. 
Once he was safe, Castys opened his pouch and reached inside, worming his finger into the secret side pocket that was separated from the rock. He gently pulled out the piece of paper, unfolding it and sighing in relief upon seeing the drawing on it still intact. Not that he’d expected anything to happen to it, but…The memory of the first day of his life, at least that he was aware of, was far more precious than anything else.
Because if he lost it, if he lost that spark of happiness, that piece of who he was that day, he felt like he would collapse under the weight of every awful thing he’d endured ever since.
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theodora3022 · 3 years
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How bnha boys would ask you out (Big three edition)
Request: Since you watched Season four, can I have some Mirio and Tamaki headcanons? Similar to your "how they ask you out" post before.
I assume you mean separately because I am not comfortable with writing poly.
Pairing: Mirio togata x reader, Tamaki Amajiki x reader
Notes: Reader is their underclassman, a student of 1A, met them during the work-study arc. Condition: the reader is single. Female reader I guess.
Warning: Just big Fluffs.
Mirio Togata
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Before
Sunshine. That is what Mirio is, a pure package of warmth and enthusiasm. If you are shy like Tamaki, you would probably envy his outgoing spirits.
He notices you as soon as he first sets foot in your classroom. You sat there with a hand underneath your chin, looks up to your senpais with those shiny eyes. He seen you around the campus before, also seen your exceptional performance at the sports festival.
When they were introduced as the big three, he did not miss that bright light of admiration in your eyes. Congratulations, you successfully peaked Mirio’s interests. During his short speech, his eyes would circle around the classroom, resting on you for a few more seconds.
When he trained with you that afternoon, whether you are a long-ranged or melee combatant, Mirio would knock you down the first chance he got. Would not want you to hurt yourself recklessly, right? He also thinks how you try to counter him is absolutely adorable.
Nejire and Tamaki notices the extra attention Mirio is giving you. While Neijire would tease him and jokes about it, Tamaki just silently assess you with his intense glare. Mirio is happy that they both think of you as a hard-working kohai, and their approval is just icing on the cake.
After the beat-up training, Mirio approaches you causally and ask you to train together sometime. To make his intentions seems less suspicious, he also extends that invitation to Midoriya.
After a couple of training sessions, you start to warm up to him. You no longer seen him only as Togata Senpai, just Mirio the friendly upperclassman. But he is still not satisfied with the result.
His quirk is made for stalking. I do not accept counter arguments. You all seen how he scares Midoriya Izuku. Probably stalks you as a pastime, you wonder if you are losing your sanity since you always feel like someone is watching you.
During
After another intense afterschool training session, Mirio would ask you to get dinner with him in the city.
“You’re working so hard lately; you deserve a break! Why don’t we go get a bite in the city? My treat.”
You accept delightfully, did not think of it as a date. Just your upperclassman friend treating you with something tasty. You chatted with him about all sorts of things, such as your homework. It feels nothing more then hanging out with a pal.
It is when he tries to kiss you on your way back, you realize something is off.
If you accept, he will become eccentric. You thought the normal Mirio is energic enough, but this mode, good gracious.
Lifting you up by the knees with his strong arms, he will give you a bright smile that can make you blind. “Oh! My dearest (y/n)! Thank you, thank you, thank you! We’re going to be the cutest couple!”
If you flinch and distance yourself from him, that is another story.
“(y/n), not going to kiss your date goodnight?”
When you explain you see him nothing more then a friend, Mirio would laugh. It honestly creeps you out since you expect him to yell, or even show you a hint of anger. Then he would bid you goodnight as if nothing is wrong.
The next day you found an elaborate flame rose bouquet on you desk, without a single clue of who the sender is. Mina would start rambling about how sweet your secret admirer is, but you just felt shivers down your spine.
You texted him. “Can we talk?”
“Of course, anything for you.”
When you meet him in a nearby café few hours after, his usual enthusiastic attitude is still present. The sunshine boy sure knows how to hide any stormy clouds.
Mirio urges you to reconsider, sing you praises that made you blush like mad. You told him you would. “I just never thought of you in that way, but I guess there’s no harm in trying.”
Once the sunflower got you, he will spoil you, probably not with expensive gifts, but with all of his attention.
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Tamaki Amajiki
I relate to him on so many levels, you have no idea
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Before
If his best friend is the sun, shines proudly with endless energy, Tamaki is the moon, shy and would hide behind clouds. (I love this analogy you cannot blame me)
Just like Mirio as soon as he saw you in 1A classroom you got his attention.
Nejire and Mirio would notice how his gaze linger on you more then others, and tease relentlessly until Tamaki is flustered mess.
He asks Mirio to go easy on you on the beat-up training, but Mirio said if you want to get strong, he should not.
It takes a while to get Tamaki even say hello to you, however his eyes will not be left you when you are in the same room as him.
Surprise, surpise, it’s Nejire who come asking for your number, when you ask her why she needs it, she just tilts her head and say: “Tamaki said he wants to train with you sometimes! Here’s his number for you.”
If you are aware of the surroundings you could find a red-cheeked ravenette hiding in the shadows. You wonder why you, out of all your classmates who all have just as much potential.
Tamaki likes to observe small details. How you wave at your friends, how you dash through the hallways as the bells rang, how your sight follow pretty butterflies, how the rice sticks on your chin at lunch time. He got it all down.
You need to text him first, no doubts here. “It’s kouhai (y/n). Hado Senpai said you want to train together? When are you free?”
He felt he has been run over by a train. Is this what having a crush is like? No wonder why people act so stupid while in love.
His reply would be short. Tamaki is not doing that to be rude, he is just at a loss of words. Even though you would never ignore him even if he made typos. 
When you offer him a bottle of water after training, he would freeze. After ten seconds or so, he would snap back, take your gift, and mutter “thank you” before running away, leaving you there confused.
From then on you two would text on a regular basis. You ask him to help with your homework and training, he would ask you about how to deal with social anxiety (if you are outgoing like his best friend). You figured he is a lot more expressive through texts then in person, even though you still need to initiate conversions most of the time.
Tamaki starts to check his phone so often, even when he is at work with Fat Gum. The pro hero would also tease him (poor him, just endless teasing) about his “little girlfriend”. The older man laughs as Tamaki stutter how you two are only friends.  
During
After he answers some of your questions concerning an assignment, Tamaki offers to buy you ice cream. You met him by the gate, in your casual clothes.
As you two are walking back licking your treats, you notice how his dark hair has fallen in front because of the afternoon breeze.
“Ah, your hair is getting in the way. Let me help you.” Your fingers brush his face lightly as you tug strands of raven hair behind his pointy ears. His blush confirms your suspicions. Rumors has been swirling around about you two being more then regular friends, since Tamaki never spends much time with anyone apart from his two best friends.
“(y/n) ...” He dips his head as he finishes the ice cream, screaming inside. What if you say no? How is he going to face you afterwards? What if you say YES by some insane fluke?
“Would you...consider d-doing this s-some other time? W-with me, I mean.” Tamaki instantly regretted it as soon as it comes out. He seen enough rom com to know this is not how you ask a girl out.
If you said “Yes, of course!”, Tamaki would panic. He was not expecting you to, he seen how the other boys in school gazes at you. “Can you pinch me, please?” The sharp pain confirms this is all real, not some wild dream. Very insecure, he would get jealous easily. If you have male friends, he will not interfere (you need your own space too). but if you are being hit on in front of him, Tamaki would like you to kiss him on the cheek and proudly proclaims that you are taken.
If you turn him down, Tamaki’s expression turns grim and he said he understand. Of course, who would love him when they got so many other better options? 
Tamaki would not attempt to court you like Mirio. To him your happiness is his top priority, his personal feelings comes after. If you are happy, Tamaki is content. To him if you love someone, you need to ensure they are happy no matter what (such selfless love is true love).  If you eventually come around, he would be over the moon. Tamaki would bury his face in your chest, saying “thank you” over and over again, and hug you like he would never let go.
The shy ravenette may be timid and emotionally vulnerable, but Tamaki is the kindest soul you will ever find. Treat him with lots of affections and he will give you triple in return.
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These boys are just so lovable aren’t they? Honestly I won’t say no to either of them...
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think she was just scared of Lance getting hurt again"
"But she did leave him for a phoeb..."
"Look, we can come up with all the theories under the sun, but they're just theories. This is something Red and Lance have to work together to figure out. I think we could all use some time with our Lions for bonding purposes"
"Did Keith just tell us to go cuddle our lions?"
"I didn't say cuddle. But we all know our lions were upset over what happened to Red. They might be able to give us some clue as to why she's acting like she is. We could be in real trouble if she continues to deny Lance. Coran, did Red do anything overly unusual when she came back?"
"No. She landed in her hangar, and rose her shields until you returned. I had thought it at Lance's request as I couldn't hail him on his communicator"
Pidge groaned
"That's my bad, Coran. I still haven't given him a new one"
"Pidge, you should do that. He couldn't even tell us what was happening"
"As soon as I finish organising my notes, I will"
"Make sure you don't forget"
Pidge rolled her eyes with loud sigh
"Yes, dad"
"Good girl"
"Ugh. I'm so glad you aren't my dad, Shiro. That would just be weird"
"I don't think Shiro would be a bad dad..."
"Hunk, I didn't say he'd be a bad dad, I said it would be weird. Allura is like a sister and I don't want to think about my dad sleeping with my sister and wow, did that actually come out of my mouth?"
"Pidge, please shut up"
"Yeah. I'm just going to listen to Keith and shut up"
"Hunk, make sure Pidge gets some sleep before she says anything else. Maybe in Green, where Green can keep her from just blurting everything out. Allura, go ahead and open the wormhole, after that, go spend some time with Blue, and take Shiro with you. Hunk, I would tell you to go to Yellow, but we all know you're going to stay with Pidge, so at least drop by on the way. I'm going to talk with Black, and we'll arrange to meet with Ryner either for dinner tonight or lunch tomorrow, depending on how close to Olkarion we come. Coran, you, Krolia and Toral should all get some rest too. We need everyone fresh. Tomorrow, we're going to start planning the destruction of Lotor, and we need to figure out what to do. If we destroy the Kral Zera, a new emperor can't be crowned, but if the Galra unite under a Warlord, things out here are going to get bloody. What we really need to do is cause internal fighting between the factions before they can grow too large. If we can get as many as possible to take out each other, we'll be eliminating the future headaches they're sure to bring. Mum, do you think you contact Kolivan safely?"
"We can't say for sure that Lotor hasn't some how managed to install a device so he can listen to our incoming and outgoing transmissions, so for now, it's safer if she doesn't. I do have a scan running, but we need to be careful and make it look a full systems scan, and not that we were scanning intentionally for bugs"
"Pidge, I thought you were shutting up"
"I was just saying... besides, Krolia is part of the team. That makes her family to all of us, not just you, Lance and the boys... and the pup, and we protect our family"
Keith was momentarily struck dumb before clearing his throat and nodding in a very Shiro manner
"Alright. We'll need to find another way to contact him. The Blade absolutely needs to be informed. They're going to be vital, and any intel they can gather relating to Lotor's movements may very well give us the advantage we need"
"Right. What about Lance?"
"What about him?"
"Should we talk to him?"
Allura was confusing his overworked brain
"Why wouldn't you be talking to him?"
"With Red rejecting him, and with the pregnancy, stress is the last thing he needs"
"Lance will be kept in the loop. He'll stress even more if he thinks we're hiding things from him"
"But he's still recovering"
"Allura, you're not supposed to mention it. He already yelled at us over it"
"He's just not the same"
"Of course he's not the same. He lost his eye. His left leg still aches, and he's still dangerously thin. He can't shoot properly and his to hand combat has been thrown off completely. He woke up scared and pregnant, not knowing what he'd been through, and now he has his memories back. He has nightmares, screaming to be left alone, or for the "simulation" to reset, screaming for them to stop cutting him open or to let him breathe, and thankfully he's only freaked out badly enough hurt himself once, but he's determined to bring Lotor down before more people get hurt. Lotor tried to break him, but Lance did what he had to to survive. He took the abuse and never gave up on us, so we aren't going to give up on him. He is the Red Paladin of Voltron. He is strong and he is my second in command. He will not be left out of our plans or decisions. Even if Red decides she doesn't want to risk hurting Lance, there are other ways he can help. We've all been over crowding him, after leaving him to suffer alone, making him feel unwanted and disgusting. We are all making him feel weak, when we all know how strong he is. We need to accept this is our new normal, and move on, or we don't stand a chance against Lotor"
Keith trailed off, his mouth had acted on its own, but that wasn't to say he didn't completely agree with what he'd said. By now, everyone should have noticed Lance was working hard, much harder than he'd have to if they were really in synch as a team
"I'm going to see Black now, but I want everyone to take a look at their actions. We can't be fighting amongst ourselves or hurting each other unintentionally"
Climbing from his chair, Keith strode across the room. It could have been perceived as him fleeing, but in reality, he'd said all he'd needed to say. The rest was up to everyone else.
*
Having spent a good varga with Black, Keith knew Lance had been right. His lion was scared. Scared to lose her Paladin again. scared of her own failings when it came to protecting him, and most surprisingly, she was scared of depriving the boys of their mother, and hurting the pup growing inside Lance. Black's mental tendrils conjured up images, her emotions guiding and making it feel like Red was placing her role as the Red Lion secondary, with her main concern on Lance's health and happiness. Keith wasn't completely sure how to take it. Red was fiercely loyal, and the first to rush in to save her Paladin, but she'd left Lance in Lotor's clutches for movements. How many untold and necessary vargas of suffering had he been forced to go through because of it? She might say she loved him, but you don't just leave the one you love suffering. Knowing his emotions were too raw to go directly to Lance, Keith wandered around the castle, hoping to walk off his frustrations. Despite his dislike for Kaltenecker, or rather the cows dislike for him, Keith found himself in the room housing her and the chickens, the cow mooing almost happily at the sight of him, as she trotted? did cows trot? trotted over to head butt him in the arm
"Hey girl. I thought you didn't like me, or do you miss Lance?"
Rubbing her velvety nose, Kaltenecker nudged his palm for more contact
"I don't even know why I'm down here... has Lance been to see you lately? Has anyone been to see you lately? We've all been busy, so I suppose this means I'm not your first choice, but your only one"
Walking a Kaltenecker back to her stall, the cow nudged him so hard that he was nearly lifted off his feet
"I don't know what you're trying to tell me. Lance was always so much better at all of this"
Keith swore he nearly had a miniature heart attack as Lance's voice came from nowhere
"She's telling you she wants to be milked"
Spinning around, Keith found Lance coming towards him from the direction of the chicken coop. Six was curled into his hold, looking smug, despite the mouthful of feathers she currently had
"I didn't know you were down here..."
"I know. I was cleaning up a bit, and Six was stalking the chickens"
"It looks like she got them"
"No. She's so fat and lazy, all the feathers are from her rolling around in the grass. The chickens have given up on her"
Coming up to him, Keith reached out and scratched Six behind the ears
"I always thought chickens would be scared of cats"
"If Six was as fierce as she liked to think she is, they probably would be. Here, take her"
"Why can't you hold her?"
"Someone has to milk the cow, isn't that right beautiful girl"
"I... I'll milk her"
"Do you remember how to?"
"You can talk me through it"
"Or I can just do it"
"No, it's fine. Six looks pretty happy in your arms"
And it was long way down to sit on the milking stool with his husband being pregnant and all... if Kaltenecker kicked out and hit Lance in the stomach. Nope. Decision made. He'd milk the cow. Gathering up the pail, before seating himself down on the stool, Keith was surprised the cover actually moved into position without any prompting
"I know beautiful girl, but go easy on Keith. He doesn't know what he's doing, but he'll be gentle. It's just like riding a bike"
Milking a cow was nothing like riding a bike, Lance supplied plenty of "creative" criticism, but soon enough the pail was filled with fresh milk, and Six was struggling in Lance's arms, trying to get to tasty treat
"Why don't you just let her go?"
"Because cats aren't supposed to drink milk. They're lactose intolerant. She could make herself sick if she gets to that much milk"
"Cats are lactose intolerant?"
"Didn't you know? I suppose if you didn't grow up with pets around, it's not something you'd pay attention to"
"Wow... Disney has lied to kids for years"
"Don't insult Disney... especially when I already know it's not what you want to talk about"
"I know you don't agree, but the Olkari are our allies. And we need the help"
"They could have just sent us the data"
"They could have, but we all could use some time off the castle. You said so yourself"
"Not when it puts them in danger... we can't form Voltron, which means we can't protect them"
"The Olkari are strong. They have weapons, and with us backing them, we have to believe in their strength"
"I... I know I'm being stupid"
"You're not being stupid. You care for them deeply and want to protect them. That's not stupid"
"I feel stupid"
"Because you're always over thinking... somedays I miss your airheaded enthusiasm"
"You think I'm stupid too"
"Baby, I literally just told you that you're not. Sometimes I don't understand you at all. One moment you're the most confident person in space, and other times you get so mad and down at yourself that it makes me wonder how you possibly find the energy to get out of bed in the morning. I know you think I wasn't listening to you, I did... I have... I was... I always listen to you..."
Keith was pretty sure he wasn't making any sense anymore, but trying to figure out what he'd actually said was too much effort
"The point I'm trying to make is that, even though you're scared and you're worried, I do value you. You're my right hand man, and my mate. I just wish you could accept the love and affection you shower the others with, just as easily as you give it. And I'm now sure I'm no long making sense. Just remember that I love you, even when you think too much"
"I'm not the only one who's changed. You used to be so cold and stand-offish. I never thought you'd be so open, or so loving"
Scratching the back of his head, Keith didn't really know how to respond. They'd all changed since coming out here, Lance much more than the others
"I guess it's part of of our bond... and maybe... I realised some of the things holding me back wouldn't change if I didn't"
"I love you, but I still don't agree with this"
"I know you don't. I know and I'm sorry I disappointed you, but I want to keep you and our pup and boys safe... and I feel for now, Olkarion is the right choice"
Starting to walk towards the door, Lance fell into step with him, Six still struggling in discontent
"Am I going to be stood down?"
"No baby. You're still the Red Paladin. We all spent some time with our lions. Black helped me understand what was going on with Red, and the others have probably talked to theirs by now. Red, Red just wanted to protect you and the boys. She didn't want them to lose you, or our girl to get hurt"
"So she abandoned everyone else?"
"She knows we couldn't cope with you gone, let alone if..."
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Halloworld Mysteries Presents: The Hunt for the Horseman’s Head
  I’m not going to be able to finish this today, but at least enjoy the campy pastiche of the typical “how we solved the mystery” segment of stories that I’ve laid out for the first part.  Marked as sensitive for mild shamelessly smutty references, I’m sure you can handle it.
Part 1: Mystery solved
           Two men wrestle on the floor in a house decorated in pictures of black cats, and people in black cat costumes, some less safe for work than others.  The black and white detective gains the upper hand for a moment only to lose it to the milk man.  The milk man once on top smashes a bottle of milk in the detectives face and dashes towards the back door while lamenting the loss of his milk, “Farewell my tasty treat, C’est la vie!”  As the milk man grabs the door knob to abscond he gets a jolt of electricity that stuns him giving the detective enough time to cuff him.
 The detective escorted him to someone’s home and knocked on the door.  A girl in a black corset made of belts and buckles answered the door, her eyes widened behind her gothic make-up, she gasped as she put her hand to her blackened lips, and her black bunny ears perked up. “You mean the culprit was the milk man?!”
 “That’s right,” the detective begun his fast-talking explanation, “My first clue was that your milk bottles were empty every night when you’d wake up, but it was only the milk in front of yer house, and it happened repeatedly.  It made no sense, who’d wake up during the day before the sun even sets just to drink your milk specifically?  But because of that, you decided to give the milk man a key so he could get into your house to leave the milk there.  It solved the problem for a few days, then one night you woke up and found that not only had someone drank yer milk anyway, but stolen your candy as well. What you di’n’t notice ma’am is that the candy and milk weren’t the only things missin’.  You had a spare key to your neighbor’s apartment that was also missin’.”
 The bunny asked, “huh?  But how did you know the key was missing or that I even had it?”  The detective replied, “Well I asked yer neighbor a few questions to rule her out as a suspect and she mentioned you were such good friends she trusted you with a spare key.  She said it was cat shaped, when I looked through your keys I noticed there was no such key in your things and I knew you di’n’t just hide it somewhere else due to it’s importance because even the bunny shaped key to your bunny safe wasn’t missing.  So why take that key specifically?  It’s simple, this milk man had the hots for yer friendly neighbahood kitty cat.  As sneaky as could be, he snuck into her house during the day to steal photographs of ‘er.  His biggest mistake was texting pictures to himself from her magic mirror and yours.  He deleted the texts after, but I used a little magic of my own to dig the evidence back up from your magic mirror and tracked his mirror back to his house and caught ‘im.”
 The bunny asked, “Well what I don’t understand is that he’s been my milk man for over a year, why wait ‘til now to do something like this?”  The detective answered, “Well you see sweetheart, yer milk man wasn’t in heat until now, or should I say your milk maid”, as he finished the sentence he ripped a mask off the milk man revealing a girl in black cat ears.
 The bunny’s ears perked up and she gasped again, “Furonica?!  What the hell?!  You’re my brother’s girlfriend, we’re practically family!  So it was all a ruse to break into my house?!”
 The detective responded, “Not entirely, your brother’s a black cat too.  But she wasn’t half as hot for him as she was for yer neighbor.  She would’ve just stolen the key while in your house for a family visit at some point, but there was just one problem, you never invite anyone to your house because you don’t want them to see your mess and you never clean it up.  I bet she tried to convince ya to invite her over anyway di’n’t she?”
 “Yeah, yeah she did!  She tried relentlessly!”, said the bunny furiously accepting the truth.  The detective continued, “When that plan failed repeatedly she resorted to something more tricky.  She used the milk man double life she was leading for the purposes of getting the best deals on milk, to trick you into giving her access to your home.”
 “Alright so how did she know I had Clawdia’s key?!”  The detective replied, “Simple, she bugged yer house.”  The bunny gasped, “That’s what those little insects I found were, and when I called an exterminator to get rid of them they were gone because Furonica heard me call the exterminator and called her bugs back to her!”
 The detective replied, “That’s right ma’am, I got yer candy, the key and the photos, but you know what they say, there’s no use cryin’ over spilt milk.  Especially since I also brought you a bunch o’ milk.”
 The bunny asked, “Hey why is she so quiet?  She hasn’t said a word this whole time.”  The detective answered, “Because she’s still cryin’ over spilt milk.”
 Furonica spoke, “It’s true.  And not just my spilt milk, I’m sorry I would do something so despicable as stealing your milk and also your candy.  I only did it to take attention off of the key I stole.  But I must also confess. . . the milk was delicious.  I know you’ll never forgive me but. . . one horny girl to another I hope you can understand the extremes a girl will go to for a good orgasm.”
 The bunny asked, “Yeah, but if you really wanted to bang my neighbor you could’ve just asked her, she probably would’ve been happy to, but instead you went and violated the sanctity of her home and stole her photos to masturbate to, and you should know that’s only slightly attractive!  You could’ve also bribed her with extra milk.  You know what they say the fastest way to a pussy’s pussy is through her stomach.”
 Furonica, “You’re right!  There are much better ways to get someone’s attention.  Like murder or bribery.”
 The bunny asked, “So detective, is she getting arrested for this?”  The detective answered, “Well we can prove beyond a reasonable doubt that she’s guilty of breaking and entering, stalking, stealing, assault, resisting arrest and spilling milk.  So unfortunately nothing illegal.  On the flip side, they might arrest ‘er anyway since cops don’t actually need a reason to arrest people in this town and they’re encouraged to abuse their power. Especially since people around here love escaped convicts.”
 “Well, whether they arrest her or not at least I can murder her once”, said the bunny as she pulled a gun from between her breasts and aimed it at Furonica. She sighed and put the gun back, “Who am I kidding?  Shooting her won’t satisfy my thirst for vengeance.  Guns are so. . . impersonal.  I need a butcher knife!”  With that she pulled a butcher knife from between her breasts as well and raises it high above her before pausing.  “Wait, what am I doing?  I can’t just murder her without stealing her costume and other valuables.”  So she took Furonica’s ears causing Furonica’s whiskers and cat eyes to vanish as she cried out, “No, not my ears!  Those are what make me a kitty cat!  Please, I’ll do anything!”  Then the bunny took off Furonica’s leather suit leaving Furonica naked and replied, “Anything huh?  I gotta admit you look pretty hot all naked there.  There is something you can do for me.”  Furonica nodded, “Anything!”  The bunny whispered in Furonica’s ear, “Get dead bitch.”  As she stabbed Furonica in the heart with her butcher knife.  Then pushed her to the ground and stabbed her repeatedly furiously splattering blood all over her outfit and the pavement.
 When she was done she was panting.  She stood up and said, “That was so much fun, I’ve never had the chance to murder someone before.  Hey, are you sure I won’t get in trouble for murdering her?”
 The detective replied, “Nah, murder ain’t illegal either.”  The bunny responded, “I know, just that even though everyone does it, with my luck somehow I’d be the only one to ever get in trouble for it.” “If that happens, I’ll personally vouch for ya.  Here’s yer candy and photos and the key, the milk is in my car.”  He handed her a bag and walked to his car, retrieved a crate and handed it to her.  She said, “Thank you so much Detective Grey.”
 Detective Grey replied, “Please, call me Nero.  You’re quite welcome Black Bunny Belle.”  She replied, “You can just call me Belle.  Hey you want to come inside and devour her corpse with me?  We could even molest her body beforehand, and you and I could have some fun to repay you for your hard work.”  He replied, “I’m not really into necrophilia or eating people, you have fun though.  If I had time I’d take you up on that last thing, but uh, I promised a friend I’d meet ‘im later for drinks.”  She replied, “Oh?  Must be some friend if you’re turning down my tits for her.  I’m jealous.”  He smirked, “It ain’t that kinda friend, just an old one.  He’s one of the few film noir detectives I’ve ever met, we’re both usually busy with cases so I try and meet up with him when I can.”  She replied, “Oh, how about a rain check then?  I’ll give you my mirror number and you can let me know when you wanna have some fun.”
 Detective Grey replied, “Sounds great to me.”  She reached into her cleavage once again and pulled out a marker and wrote her number on his arm.  She smirked and said, “Thank you again.  I can’t wait for you to cash in that favor.  My breasts’ll be anxiously awaiting your touch.”  She said as she flashed him for just a split second.”  He smiled, “Thanx for that, but I’m more of an ass man.” She said, “Oh, in that case. . .” She turned and walked back towards her home and bent over to pick up the corpse, giving him a nice view of her ass and fluffy black bunny tail.  Then as she reached the threshold of her home she turned and winked at him.  He waved goodbye and got in his car and drove off.
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