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Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 Summary. Two sides of the same coin—the divine man and the accursed lady will one day intertwine.

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 A/N. this took fucking forever. BUT I AM DID IT! apparently experiencing a significant amount of anger, loneliness, and heartbreak does shit to an mf! cw for death

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 AO3 Link. || Directory.

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 Chapter W.C. 1.7k

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 CW. the abyss order are blatant bastards, no shame fr. eventual romance. blood & injury & violence. trauma/mental illness exploration. slow burn. death & grieving. OC-CENTRIC, OC-INSERT. OC X CANON.

Chapter 7 — Familiar Taste of Poison

That night, after finding the orphanage to take care of the young boy Lanqing, Hauteclaire spends the rest of her Mora on wine. After sufficiently getting drunk off her behind, she trudges and wobbles out of the city. Now that she has the right medicine for Eduard, she can finally resume taking care of him (and hoping that Ramona gets off her back.)

Although, in the dead of night as she walks along the manmade path back to Mondstadt…

A Treasure Hoarder's arrow pierces her right through the back—spearing an artery near her heart. Stumbling forward, she soon collapses to the ground with a grunt. Then, she feels her body growing numb and still—just like so many years ago. Unable to physically panic, her mind begins to run.

(It better not be the Abyss again… It couldn't be Hilichurls, they don't know how to make or use paralytics. Who is it, then—?) She snaps out of her drunken haze, the fear settling in. And then she hears grave voices.

"I think we shot down the wrong person…" A human voice utters as several sets of footsteps approach her paralyzed body.

(I need to play dead… Maybe they're dumb enough.) She remains as still as possible. (They're definitely human, too… Thankfully.)

"We didn't get a description of the person from that…contact, so I'm pretty sure we got the wrong lady." Another voice chimes in.

"Ugh, now we need to hide the body. Remove that arrow and she'll be dead in seconds." Someone with confidence in their tone says, and she can only assume it's their commander.

Dead in seconds, huh? That's what they think, she smirks mentally.

—

Waking in the early hours of the morning—the silence and darkness that traps her are deafening. While stuck, she judges that she's in a shallow, poorly-made grave. Sighing mentally, she then uses the rest of her strength to start digging out of the small burial mound.

Finally finding air and sunlight once more, she takes a deep breath. Her hands grasp the bottom edge of the rectangular grave, pulling her head just above ground. Her stark yet pale golden eyes find the grave diggers without struggle and with a smirk,

"If the Abyss can't hold me down, neither can hell."

—

After knocking out the last gravedigger—with fists and fury alone—she spares their lives. She's not the murdering type, at least according to herself. Although, despite sparing them, their unconscious bodies still litter the gravesite. She scoffs, throwing all three of them—one by one—into the shallow hole.

Reap what you sow, as they say.

With that done, she moves on with her new day—doing her damnedest to take it easy and avoid trouble at the same time. Covered in lots of dirt and some blood, she trudges back to Mondstadt, even through rain and mud.

But little does she realize...

—

Arriving back in Mondstadt, Hauteclaire yawns loud and clear while the sun hovers overhead. As she yawns longer than anticipated, she pats her hands over every pocket on her person. At first, relatively empty pockets didn't strike her as odd—no thanks to her tired condition. But, when it hits her that her pockets are empty...

Then she realizes that all her belongings are gone.

Gone.

(Dammit! I should've checked my pockets before I left!) Her teeth clench behind her lips that screw shut. Immediately, her body tenses up. (My keys... My wallet... The medicine...) Her eyes tightly shut, holding back frustrated tears that well up.

Then, she stares down at her trembling hands—seeing the blood of all her mistakes on her hands. But, in the end, it's a mere hallucination. One she can't get past even to this day.

...The Void Realm has its way of leaving lingering effects on a person like that.

"No... No... It's all my fault—"

"Oh, Lady Hauteclaire, there you are—" A familiar voice chimes in—polite and gentle, yet anxiety is apparent from the tremble in the voice. "Are you alright...?" They follow up, noticing her strange behavior.

"Ah!" Hauteclaire gasps, nearly screaming instead. She shakes off her worries and stress for the moment only to see Jean in front of her.

It's been so long since they've talked... One can guess that's simply what growing up does.

"Oh, I'm sorry—!" Jean jumps slightly, "I didn't mean to scare you..." She explains with a slow voice, not wanting to further spook her old babysitter.

Hauteclaire takes in a few deep breaths to recompose herself, "It— It's alright." She nods, looking right as rain as she can manage within moments. "What's up?"

"Ah, well..." Jean flusters a little, a soft pink tint rising to her cheeks. She then clears her throat and straightens her back, "I've been...temporarily promoted to the Grandmaster position of the Knights. It's only while Grandmaster Varka is away." She explains, albeit still rather sheepishly.

"I see. Congratulations on such a strenuous promotion. I mean... It's wonderful as it is strenuous. But, still, I think you're the perfect candidate." Hauteclaire assures.

"You truly think so?" Jean gasps a little, a tiny smile making its way to her lips. "Well, uhm—" Then her face falls again, "I've been stuck... Or, at least, that's how it feels these past couple of first days as the new Acting Grandmaster." Her gaze drifts away, staring out to the city laid before them.

"About what specifically?"

"I am...unsure of how to divide my attention to so many tasks. I am already adjusted to being so busy, but this is a whole new level."

"You should ask your coworkers their thoughts on that, I think. I don't have much—if any at all—expertise as a knight, so I wouldn't be able to provide much of anything that's substantial." Hauteclaire explains, "Regardless, you should listen to others' thoughts and opinions almost always. They can offer new perspectives and insight."

"Oh! That's perfect!" Jean lights up, looking back at the older woman again with sparkles in her eyes, "Th-thank you so much, Lady Hauteclaire." She nods, "I must be off now, but... I will repay you with some dinner tonight if that's alright."

"Sure." Hauteclaire nods back.

And with that, Jean rushes off back to the Knight's headquarters. Hauteclaire sighs and rubs either side of her aching nose bridge with both hands.

—

No one has seen Ramona in the flower shop today despite the sign on the window saying it's open. Some patrons threatened to call in one of the Knights to look for the young owner, but every person rejected the idea as soon as it came into their heads. Instead, they would leave the shop and go to the other florist in the city to get what they were pining for.

None of them know how her unsteady breaths and quaking sobs fill every corner of the hardly lit room she sits in. Her warm hand grasps the colder one that lies limp next to her on the sofa. She whimpers and sniffles—she no longer cares about the bitter stench of death around her.

"I'm sorry, Papa... I couldn't do anything for you after all..." She chokes on more of her salty tears, "I'm so pathetic..." She sighs, relief washing over her from the solitary moment of being able to breathe.

Her tired brown eyes flit open halfway, barely managing a half-hearted glare at the brand-new Dendro Vision that rests on the floor in front of her. Its green glow illuminates her face and the wooden ceiling.

"Even the Gods are mocking me for my incompetence..."

"Ramona? I'm back!" A familiar voice shouts from the nearby foyer.

It's Hauteclaire.

“Clara…” Ramona mutters without an ounce of energy. And then her eyes fall shut once more as the older woman enters the dimly lit room. She's now lost the energy to say a single word more.

"...Ramona?" Hauteclaire speaks once more, the stench of the deceased hardly budges her—or even alerts her. After spending so much time in the Abyss, the scent of death is almost a breath of fresh air compared to that suffocating, inodorous darkness. Mondstadt's sweet breezes were more jarring than human expiration.

Of course, while it takes time, the tired woman catches onto the scent. She doesn't gag—it doesn't even make her eyes water. If anything—it's familiar to her, bringing a faint sense of nostalgia. She doesn't revel in it, though, she moves on as she must. Death is all but a cold and familiar embrace.

"...I was too late." The family friend bemoans in a subdued tone, one hardly audible. "Ramona. Listen to me." She approaches the young lady, grabbing her arm—

Smack!

Now there's a red hand mark across her cheek.

"Leave me alone! Leave me with him! Please, one more hour!" Ramona wails, her sobbing fit coming back to her tenfold as she curls up closer to the side of the sofa. "Please... Please... Come back, Papa..." She whimpers and whines before choking on her tears, gagging on her own snot and grief.

Hauteclaire doesn't budge, but her grip on Ramona's arm loosens to a more comfortable grasp. When she begins to choke a little too hard on her tears, Hauteclaire pulls her to her feet before throwing the shorter lady over her shoulder. Ramona's eyes screw shut even tighter as she begins to kick and scream, "Let me go! Let me go!" Yet Hauteclaire ignores her desperate demands.

They arrive outside in the sunlight—it's still as bright and warm as ever. The sun doesn't simply yield to death, the stars shine even in darkness. Hauteclaire sets Ramona down on her feet again—and when the younger woman tries to charge back inside, the older one pulls her in close.

"You need sunlight," Hauteclaire advises; her voice abruptly soft, contrasting her firm hold around her. "Please, Ramona, breathe... Deep breaths from your stomach, alright?" She whispers, watching her do as told, "Thank you. That's a good girl." She runs a hand through Ramona's messy hair, bringing some solace to her grieving heart.

"Bring him back... Bring him back, Clara..." Ramona weeps, her weary head falling against the other's shoulder. Her eyes are heavy as stone from the hours of grieving, it's a feat by itself that she can keep them open enough to lock eyes with the one holding her. "Or... Or...keep holding me. For just a while longer..." A heavy sigh leaves her chest, eyes finally shutting from exhaustion.

"...I will, Ramona. I will do exactly that."

And so she did.

Navigating the lightning storm of grief and heartbreak is something none can prepare for. But, at least silently existing in someone's arms for a while helps a little, right?

To hold and to be held is human, after all.

#mine #genshin impact #oc #original character #fic: ancient dreams in a modern land #canon x oc #oc x canon #ship: zhongclaire #eventual romance

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kittenstoriez · 1 year

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friendship of species

PROLOGUE

Tonight was supposed to be like any other night going to popmart to get my pocky sticks like I always do and back to my neat life in my one room apartment.

Just as I had thought that while I was shopping for my midnight snack I love so much,pocky sticks, popmart, my favourite store which has never had any problems in the past 8 years of being on the corner of thirteenth street.

I cannot believe, my favourite store is being robbed!!!!!, I cannot believe that I can't do something, can I, yes I can!!. The robber is not much bigger than me,does not seem all that strong either, but he has a gun.

I do not know why, but for some reason I thought something I have never thought before, I must do something. Why u ask? For one reason and one reason only. It is my favourite place to shop and one of the only places I can call my own, and with that I gather all my courage and I go for his gun, I got it!!!

BANG!!! Bang!!!!! Just after the robber runs away like a coward and I slump down unaware of what has happened to me.

I did it?! I saved my favourite place, popmart, oh but I feel tired,why do I….oh…I was shot twice, why do I get shot but the robber gets away Scot free. Oh it hurts I fell over in a second once the adrenaline was gone acquisition do u wish to live? Who..is that, oh whatever, of course but it’s too late. Acquisition successful wish granted. As I hear this voice again,I yell, Oh Shut up!, man if I could do one thing in the world I would want to see a fox just once and cuddle it forever, cuddling a fox has been my one wish since I was a child, but now it can never happen. Acquisition successful. There is that stupid voice again,what…ever. Can I cuddle a fox…..just once….bef…ore i..die. Acquisition successful,summoning activated,summoning successful.

Chapter 1

Why is it so dark, I thought I died, didn’t I. Am I in hell, no that is not it as I say that I try to stand.

Owe!!! What the heck!!

My head!! I don’t know what happened. I attempted to stand and hit my head, but on what.

As I say that I tried to hit it again.

Screech!!!! What was that?I'm in something hard, huh?, it broke a little. As I notice this I try once more with All my might to break out once and for all.

I am free!!!

As I am free I freeze in shock from the scene in front of me. What I see is a gigantic red fox laying still as it’s dead,but that’s not the worst thing I see. Next to the seemingly dead gigantic fox, there is something humans of the same species as me or so I thought, though I didn’t notice at the time. These humans are wearing some type of armour with swords and bows.

While I am still trying to take in the scene where human eyes meet mine, the next thing I know I hear them yell something though I don’t know what, as I still can’t move from shock they come to kill me all 5 of them.

Unfortunately for them I had a saviour.

As these five humans ran at me I could only assume the worst, and that is that they want to kill me for some reason or another. At the moment I don’t know why but I can’t seem to understand the language they are speaking. Regardless of not being able to understand them I have a horrible feeling so I run for it the opposite way of the humans as fast as I can.

As I am still running I look back hoping I got away, I was so very wrong they seem to be catching up ever so gradually. In pure desperation I try to scream for help but nothing happens. Something must be wrong with my vocal cords. As I fear I’m about to die suddenly, the humans got sliced all in one go like a ninja would with a sword.

As I fear I’m next I keep running while I’m running out of stamina. As I look for any way to escape this situation, I see a small hole in the wall, as I see it with the last of my strength I dash for the hole making it in successfully. As I fear I’m not out of danger yet I stop catching my breath listening for anything, hoping there’s not while I am trapped in this whole in the wall.

……….

Silence, I hear nothing, am I safe? For now I think I am? Therefore I lay down in a slump trying to figure out my situation.

As I’ve been in this hole in the wall that’s not very big but for my size this thirty inch cave looks big to me. I imagine it’s been a day there is no telling though since there’s no sunlight in here. As such I’ve thought about my situation and this is what I have come up with. I believe I died, and somehow I got reincarnated in this world, how do I know this? I know this for one reason: I'm a neat which means I almost never left my room which means I did not have any friends. Therefore I watched anime and read manga most of the time. As to what I am I am unsure as there are no mirrors around me since I am in a cave. That’s right, in a cave!!!!

It is a miracle I’m alive right now, there are some things I’m worried about though I am currently starving probably since I’ve been In this world I haven’t eaten.

That being said I haven’t seen anything except gross monsters that want to eat me, and probably will succeed.

The real issue is I need to find a way to defend myself. As far as I can tell I am some kind of animal with claws, but I just hatched so I must be extremely weak.

As I say that a small critter, to be specific a not so big spider. If I were to guess I would say the same size as me which is only about 15 inches long and a foot tall if I were to guess. Even though it’s a spider it’s either take my chance and kill it for food or die of hunger.

That being said I choose

Attack!!!!! Screech!!!!

As I attacked with my claws it screamed in pain, ignoring the little spiders screams I stuck my claws in deeper and it slowly died.

As I hesitate to eat a spider my stomachs grumbles and with that I gather up my courage and bite into it raw as there’s no way to cook right now

Blech!!!

That is so bad!!! But it’s this or death, with that I force it down.

Though for an unknown reason for me at the time I passed out.

As I wake up after passing out next to a half eaten spider, I jump in fear thinking it is alive though it’s not thank god as I think to myself.

As I’m thinking to myself that Weird voice speaks again.

Conditions met poison resistance acquired

Conditions met poison resistance level 1 has evolved to poison resistance level 2

Conditions met fox level 1 has become fox level 2

Wait huh?? Repeat!!! Please repeat!!!

Oh man I didn’t catch all that, well anyway so that spider must have been poisonous no wonder I did pass out, I could have died.

Well whatever, let's make a plan, I think I’m safe to go out now. As I thought for a while I got a plan. I need to go and find some kind of food, and then try to find a way to the outside.

Yeah!! Let’s go!!!

As I say that I started skipping somehow out the little hole I came in at.

As I thought I was done being scared I got tackled back in getting the wind knocked out of me, however I was still conscious.

I get up ready to fight trying to catch my air, as I look at what tackled me it looked like some kind of lizard baby knocked out of course. I take a peek outside the hole but see nothing that spooked Lizzie so much.

That’s right since I don’t know its name. It'll be called Lizzie for now, wait a second do I have a name.

Oh forget it.

While thinking to myself I got a new game plan.

One is to leave Lizzie in here for now hidden in the darkness. She blends in quite well since it’s all black, except it’s eyes that are red but they're closed so no worries.

With that I head to where I was born since that’s not too far away.

As I get to my birthplace, I see an egg.

I was putting it off till now but I really was born from an egg, it has my colours too.

Speaking of colours, the big fox I saw when I was born is red. Hmm is it my parent then,probrally.With that I kept venturing on since food is covered, obviously I took some of the fox with me.

I know it may have been my parent but it’s no longer alive and I never met it. The only person I ever called mother died a long time ago on earth, even though we weren’t that close. so I kept venturing not realising I was just going random directions at this point.

Finally!!!! Water!!!

I rush over and drink like there is no tomorrow. Ever since I got born I haven’t had any water.

After a good long drink I look at myself because water equals reflection. As I suspected that was my parent, how do I know?

Simple it body was red my underbelly is red with my top being blue for some reason. As I get a better look at myself I realise I look like a fox but with 9 tails along with my underbelly red underneath my tail is red and the top of my tails are blue and they all have white tips and my eyes are black with pointy ears. All right, good and water secured, and with that i start to head back but realise I’m lost.

Crap!!

Lizzie’s all alone now, how do I get back.

Gahh!!!

Oh not a..gain.

Side1

Hello it is myself, yes that’s right I don’t know who I am.

Why?

Because I don’t remember anything about myself.

I don’t know why but I woke up in human arms. The reason I know there humans and what I am, which is a water dragon at least that’s what the humans say is for some reason I could understand their language.

The reason I’m not trying to get away even though I was kidnapped is because I’m lazy. The humans don’t know I’m awake yet and I figured why walk if they’ll carry me outside.

We suddenly stopped? Why? As I slowly open one of my eyes without the humans noticing.

What I see is such a majestic creature, it’s huge, so pretty, but it’s not attacking. What’s going on? Huh?

I look over and see there’s only 4 humans near me where is the fifth. I spotted him, and wondered what he was doing.

Is that…..an egg, don’t tell me he is trying to take it.

I try to tell him to stop, but I can’t speak.

It’s too late, just as I say that.

Gwaa!! The human stumbled.

What happened? Is it hatching?

Just then the human out of anger for what the egg did kicks but only hurts himself.

Just then the creature, out of anger for harming its child, swipes down with its huge claw.

Gahh!! My arm!!! Goes the human

The human holding me puts me behind a rock to protect me from the fight about to unfold.which surprised me because they kidnapped me and then tried to kidnap another. Regardless the fight went on for a while regardless the big monster was tired out and couldn’t get close enough to the humans to attack so in the end they won with a final slice to the throat of the beast.

Just then I realised the baby hatched it was even more colourful than the adult, after coming back to reality I tried to tell it to get away, but it was too much of a shock to react and before I knew it I was too late.

As I tried to distract the humans so it could get away I was too late one human saw it then he yelled.

Men take the child and its hide will make a fortune.Just as quickly as they run, so did the fox.

I ran after them as well but at my top speed I couldn’t catch up to the humans or the little guy. My eyes widened as the little guy was slowing down. I thought all hope was lost,but I was wrong.

As all hope was lost, every last human there was sliced up. I stopped abruptly, but the little guy kept running without looking back.

As for me I looked for what did that and in pure horror I was ignoring whatever tried to speak to me.

Conditions met fear resistance acquired

Fear resistance level 1 has become fear resistance level 2.

What I saw was worthy to be afraid of a huge dragon. After studying me the earth dragon walked away.

I thought I was safe. I was wrong, It fired its breath attack, I dodged but I still got hurt by it.

Just then I ran away as quickly as I could, however it still fired its breath attack at me, but my speed allowed me to dodge since I now know it’s coming soon enough it gave up.

Even though it gave up I ran so much faster than Normal out of fear I couldn’t stop fast enough, and I ran right into the little guy from before who wasn’t paying attention.

Crash!!!

Chapter2

I am currently paralyzed, while I had my back turned thinking how to get back to lizzie, a wasp type creature who’s extremely big for a bug has stung me, and apparently it could paralyse u. Is this really how I die? All I could do is wait, while I got stung I got paralyse immunity level 1. I'm waiting for it to go up, currently it’s level 3 and I could move my little fingers a little.

As long as I don’t get attacked I won’t die. It's just paralyzed doesn't actually hurt you, apparently they can’t attack any other way. Yawn…. Rawrr!!!

Is this really happening!!!move my body!!! Eergh..

Or not.

The wolf that just tried to attack me got paralyzed to, huh what to do? I need to leave somehow before the boss comes.

Sssss!!

Too late it’s here, come on voice where are u!!

Paralyse immunity level 3 upgraded to level 5

Yes I can move!!! Except for a leg!!! It’s coming, it's now or never.

As it attacked I jumped to the side then on its back and bit it while digging my claws in.

As it’s slamming its body to get me off I don’t give in and eventually it falls.

Ha!!! I’m the victor!!!

With that all the bees fly off seeing their boss defeated. Now then I go over to the paralyzed wolf and kill that also. I’m good at food and water now for a while , as I’m tired and want to take a nap, I roll up the dead snake and sleep inside its corpse for cover.

Ahh I’m awake, nothing seems to attack me.

As I was now completely lost with so many paths branching off, I was unsure if I should go back or not.

On one hand Lizzie’s all alone, but that’s probably nothing new, but I have almost no food. They are about all gone.

Hmmm?

If I were to treat this as a game I would have skills and skill points right, but I can’t seem to see them.

Let's think about skill points.

Skill points available 200

Huh? Wait what? That worked awesome!! Let’s see there’s so many skills I can get, which ones should I get. Each one costs one hundred it says so I can get two. Let’s look this over.

If this follows what I’ve seen in my life let’s get appraisal.

Acquisition accepted appraisal level 1 acquired.

There’s fire magic but I don’t know how to use magic.

What’s this?! Telepathy, if I get this I can speak to Lizzie and try to find it. Alright let’s do that!!

Telepathy activated!! Hm it’s not working??

There are two things I could think of as to why it won’t work: she is still knocked out or I’m doing it wrong.

Oh well for now let’s appraise myself.

Fox level 2 (no name)

Appraisal level 1

Poison resistance level 2

Paralyse resistance level 5

Bite level2

Dig level 1

Telepathy level 1

Bite and dig those are new oh well I’ll figure it out later.

Huh? No name, I don't get it. Oh well won’t bother with it for the time being let’s try to level up while finding our way back. It shouldn’t be that hard. right?

While I’ve been finding my way back I’ve been using appraisal on everything hoping it would level up but it’s only gone up one level. Along with that I’ve been trying telepathy but nothings been happening.

I have a small concern though there’s no monsters, it’s not that I’m unhappy I’m actually quite happy about that. The problem is I’m not strong enough to where monsters would avoid me, which could only mean one thing: there's something here that everything down here is avoiding.

I personally would rather not meet whatever it is I will most certainly die if we come face to face. Just as I say that I get tackled, in fear that it is what everything is cowering from I quickly scratched its face and used my new skill to dig. I have no idea how far I dug but I am in a much lighter place than before. By that I mean humans have put lanterns and built them down here.

With my nature of being curious I went to explore every bit of this place.

While I was exploring it came to me that if I could dig like that can’t I dig upwards to the outside, I can!!!

So with that I dug everywhere down here and raised my level and by the end I got extremely tired so I dug in the wall and slept once more free from my worries.

As I woke up and came out from my wall I saw that dig level 1 became level 5, while seeing nothing else changed I continued to walk along.

There are quite a few dead creatures down here so I didn’t get hungry, everything was going smoothly at least I thought so.

Rawrrr!!!!!

Ow!! What was that? Disregarding my better judgement I went towards the noise hoping to shut it up.

Rawrr!!!! Rawrr!!!!

Aww!!!! Shut up!!! Is it trying to say something?!

Telepathy activated!! As I activate I feel it’s trying to say something?!! With that in mind after eating so many dead creatures down here I became level 4 which gave me 200 skill points.

I looked for some kind of language skill and found language mastery and I got that with 100 points.

Skill acquired language mastery level 1.

Alright let’s try again

Rawrrr!!!!

It didn’t work, it needs to level up!!

With that I neared with the pain that felt like says but wasn’t after a while it finally hit level 5

Oh come on voice level it up!!!!!

Acquisition heard use fifty skill points to level language mastery level 5 to level 10.

Yes!!!!

Acquisition accepted language mastery is now level 10.

Whoever is screaming shut up!!!!!!!

U…u can understand me.

Now I can u we’re making my head explode.

I’m sorry I’ve been asking for help for years.

You’re too deep underground for anyone to hear u, what can I help u with now

Come to me first

As he suggested I made my way to him, at this point I shouldn’t be surprised but a dragon!!

Hey little fella

Alright dragon what can I do

As I listen to the dragon it turns out humans trapped him down here and have been sucking out magic as a power source for one thousand years so he wants me to free him which I obliged.

As I tried to destroy one I bit into it but it exploded as I bit it.

Arggg!!!

My face!!!!

It burns!!!!

U ok little fella

No I’m not!!! Why didn’t you tell me!!!

I thought u would use magic im sorry U could stop

I looked at him with eyes of determination, no I will set u free even if it kills me.

Conditions met burn resistance level 1 have been acquired.

Conditions met with pain resistance level 1 have been acquired.

I look at the dragon once more, see I even got new skills Alright time to destroy the others. After destroying the other nine I went back to the dragon.

I destroyed them all, you're free.

The dragon looks at me, yes free.

Dragon…what’s wrong.

Come little one let me give you my skills as a gift.

What? But you need them.

I’m afraid not little one I will pass on shortly.

What?! U said this would free u.

Yes little one free not save I have lost to much energy so let me pass my skills you can hold my hope along with my skills little one.

That’s not fair, you're the first thing that has been nice to me down here.

Little one do not be sad u have shown me kindness no one ever has before now come I don’t have much time little one.

Alright dragon as I come closer he places his huge finger on my head as I feel like passing out from the amount of information I try my best to stay awake.

Thank u little one even though it has been short u have been the best thing to happen to me goodbye.

Good….bye dragon.

Side 2

Hmm ow my head what happened, where is the little guy, did he leave me to die

No I doubt it

Lizzie Lizzie

Huh? Was that him? Hello!

Lizzie!

Hello! We can’t hear each other. I wonder why All Right let’s go find him or try anyway as I walked. I couldn't find him anywhere but I saw footprints which I prayed were his.

Come to think of it, why was he calling me Lizzie I wonder.

Lizzie can u hear me Lizzie lizard

Yes! Nothing do I need a skill to respond. Most likely we’ll for now let’s follow the footprints.

Looking at it there’s bones of a snake and wolf, I think I know who was here.

Another answer for another time. Man I can’t see anything unless I’m right at it. Ow!!

Really wall!! Outta my way!! Ow!!

These walls!!

I should stop screaming before something finds me, especially that dragon.

How is this possible? I don't understand what this is.

I made a complete circle!

Now I understand those weren’t his footprints. That sucks. I thought I could have a friend.

Wait a minute?

If these footprints aren’t mine and aren’t his that means something has been stocking us or hindsight me.

Tktktktk…..

I..it’s a dinosaur!!! Help!!!

This creature has the body of a dinosaur walking on two feet but it has the mouth of a bird.

As I scream for help I remember I can’t speak!! As I run for my life I see someone.

It’s you help!! Before I knew it I tackled him, my little friend.

Ow!!

He scratched me and ran away!!!

No choice I got to follow him as I tried this dinosaur creature but my leg and forced me out again.

I tried to fight but nothing was working then suddenly before I knew it something came out of my mouth and melted the skin straight off all that was left was the skull. With that I hurriedly rushed down the hole and fell face first and passed out.

I didn’t wake up for quite a while until I heard multiple dragon roars one after another. I thought my head was gonna explode so I stuck my face in the dirt, but that only made it worse.

Ahhhh!!!!

At this point I just layer down and let death take its course.

Of course it didn’t and I somehow got pain resistance level five from that dragon screaming.I also levelled up to level three.

After a very long time it finally stopped so I went walking around but while I was at it I picked up hp recovery for 100 skill points so my legs were fine. After all hp recovery slowly gives you health back.

While walking I noticed a few things. Someone has been eating the dead monsters down here.

Which means if I ate their food they’d kill me in retrospect so that is a no go.finally I found something though it is nothing good.

A bottomless pit really, yeah right like I’m going down there.

Just then another dinosaur creature appeared behind him. Just then as I turn around I see it’s head get ripped straight off.

I am next which means im dead I didn’t even get to grow yet

Come on!!!

Chapter 3

Hm…im awake, how long was i out for, to no surprise the dragons gone, in retrospect i hoped him leaving was a dream.

While we're here, let's appraise ourselves and see what changed.

Holy crap!!

Fox (no name)

Skill points 750

Poison resistance level 5

Paralyse resistance level 8

Appraisal level 5

Bite level 6

Dig level 8

Telepathy level 5

Language mastery level 10

Burn resistance level 3

Pain resistance level 3

With appraisal levelled up I can finally see everything including my hp which is five hundred fifty mp which is 600 and st which is also 600.

If this system hear follows what i've seen in my past life hp means health points mp means magic points which is useless at the moment since i still cant use magic

And st is my stamina.

This is great!!

Best of all my overall level is 9 and along with those the skills i got from the dragon are infinite stomach level three which means i could eat a lot at once.iron stomach level 3 which means i think i can eat dangerous things without getting sick.fire nullification and flame nullification level 3, strange so flame and fire are two different things.fire breath level 3 and fire magic level 3 and physical nullification which means physical attacks can't harm me.though my title still says no name.i also seem to be bigger about 5 feet tall.and that's everything thats changed.it seems u get one hundred skill points every time u evolve

As of now I have 750 but we'll look later.

For now let's walk around, as i started walking around for a bit i suddenly heard a scream for help, but the scream seemed familiar in a way.i went to investigate and before my eyes i saw lizzie about to be pushed down a pit in a split second i got right behind the beast, because of my speed it seemed like i teleported.

I grabbed its neck with my teeth and to my surprise his head came clean off, for some reason though lizzie seemed terrified and so she ran. Obviously i hid in the shadows following her to not scare her more though i'm a bit sad she doesnt recognize me.

What was that huge creature that ripped its head clean off and I was surely next.

It didn't follow me right. Phew…

I've noticed something as I keep almost dying. I am such a weak dragon I need to get stronger and get out of this place.lets get some skills. I have 200 skill points.need to be careful with what i pick, how about stealth to hide when i need to and poison fang.

Acquisition successful stealth level 1 acquired

Acquisition successful poison fang level 1 acquired

Now I have a long and close rang attack for now i got to a safe spot inside an opening i made in the wall and slept there.

As I saw Lizzie get to a safe spot and sleep I decided to try to find my way above ground.

I used 100 skill points and got a tracker skill and marked Lizzie so I will always know where she is. I also got stealth and teleportation. All of them are level 1 right now obviously.

I happened to find the outside but it's night so I decided to sleep outside. While I was sleeping I decided to try to find a way to approach Lizzie so I could bring her up here since I can't use telepathy to talk with her still.

I don't know why but for some reason I'm being worshipped as some kind of a god by this town.

I don't know how they did it but somehow they dragged me here in my sleep, lizzies still alive all thanks to me she has run into danger time and time again without even noticing it, i know i may be asked how am I saving her without her noticing me.

It is actually quite simple really i'm using my teleportation skill to instead teleport me it teleports my magic to attack anything attacking her and the whole reason this village worships me is because for some reason there god had a nine tails fox as a pet and they are convinced im that pet.which isn't all that bad i mean they're giving me really nice food, its so much better than gross monsters.

My skills have also levelled up quite a bit from using them to keep lizzie alive such as tracker and teleportation are both level 5 now. Well, let's see how she's doing.

I do not know why but lately monsters keep dying around me and I don't know why it is like I'm being watched by someone,it gives me chills just thinking about it and because of that I can't level up but i'm also not starved ever eug… lets just find an exit.

I cant see my stats either which sucks and i also can't see that pretty little fox. I haven't heard his voice either lately which worries me. I hope he's okay.

Hmm.. so lizzie knows she's being watched well i'll still keep an eye on her but for the sake of her levelling up i'll only help when needed. The sun went down. I rested my head once all the villagers went to sleep . I decided to go where no one is and try to figure out how to use this fire magic.

As i got to the dirt wasteland which is next to a forest for some reason but i'll look into that later for now lets try fire breath first against the mountain….

Boom!!!!

The whole mountain is gone! Thats level 3 that's terrifying allright fire magic lets go as i attempt i found fire magic is not just fireballs it means i can shape my fire any way i want and attack with it.

So cool.alright let's teleport back to the village there's on thing i noticed with teleportation i can only teleport to places i've been which kinda sucks but it makes scence.as i get back the village i hear that voice again conditions met fox level 9 has become fox level 10 fox can now evolve.

Huh wait what? Evolve so i have two choices firefox or ice fox pretty self explanatory interesting since im already specialising in fire i think i'll choose firefox why do i feel…tired.

I woke up the next morning the villagers looking astonished for some reason but i don't know why so i went to the pond and i saw it the blue on my fur is gone now my furs a full dark red and my eyes are red my guess because i chose firefox it would probably look different if i chose difference. Stats seem to go higher when you level up. Is evolving the same only one way to find out appraisal you're up.

Firefox level 10 (no name) skill points 850

Hp 800 mp 700 st 900 speed 500

Poison nullification has been taken from poison resistance level 10

Paralyse nullification has been taken from paralyse resistance level 10

Appraisal level 5 has become appraisal level 8

Bite level 6 has become bite level 8

Dig level 8 has become dig level 10

Telepathy level 5 has become telepathy level 7

Language mastery level 10 Burn resistance level 6 Pain resistance level 6

Infinite stomach level 6 Iron stomach level 6 Fire nullification and flame nullification

Fire breath level 4 fire magic level 5

Physical nullification

Tracker level 7 stealth level 2 teleportation level 8

All my stats jumped from evolving awesome!!

Side 3

As I wandered the cave I realised whoever was watching me hasn't been watching me as often as that being after constantly having creatures try to eat me. I have levelled up to level 6 obviously i haven't killed the monsters on my own magic spells keep attacking the creatures making the weak as i finish them off.

I don't know who is doing that but thanks to the i have evolved three times which means i have 300 skill points i can use and the skills i got were appraisal which is level 2 water manipulation level 2 and ice guard level 1 which was a poor choice on my part considering i don't know how to use it.that being said i've been apprasing everything i come across so it shouldn't take too long to level up.

There is only one thing bothering me.

I want to see sunlight!! As I scream in anger that no one can hear considering I still can't speak.

I also haven't run into my little buddy yet. I'm starting to think he's dead but I hope he's not.

As I think that I see this weird humanoid beetle- like human creature called a krakrilask.

It's looking at something but what.

I use appraisal on it.

Krakrilask level 28 cannot be appraised.

Are u kidding i can't beat that i should leave. But it's too late it saw through my stealth.

Just then it runs at me with intense speed and stabs me with its weird horn type thing on its head.

Gahh!!

Crap!! I bite at it but its defence is too high I can't get through. My hp recovery isn't helping well enough, I'm blacking out.

Just then that same nine tailed creature from before slams it into the wall.

It looks a bit different as I'm about to black out. It fires some sort of beam at it and it gets turned to dust instantly.

That's the last thing I saw before blacking out but for some reason I woke up in a village but something was different.

In a good way too, I feel stronger as I take a good look at myself. I'm bigger than before and I have little wings popping out of my back and my body colour is still blue but I have a red stripe going from my nose down to my tail.

Confused about what's happening, I appraise myself.

Water dragon (no name) level 10

Hp 250 mp 100 st 150 sp 300

Fear resistance level 2

Acid spit level 1 is now acid spit level 5

Pain resistance level 5 is now pain resistance level 9

Hp recovery level 1 is now hp recovery level 5

Stealth level 1 is now stealth level 5

Poison fang level 1 is now poison fang level 4

Appraisal level 2 is now appraisal level 6

Water manipulation level 1 is now water manipulation level 3

Ice guard level 1 is now ice guard level 2

700 skill points available

What the hell!!

What's with these skills what happened!!

Conditions met water dragon level 10 can now evolve

Seriously what happened!!! Tell me!!!

Wait a second, where am I?

Chapter 4

As i was still in the village i forgot to check on my lizard friend, as i checked on her i see she's about to die in a rush i quickly stood up and teleported directly to her. I got her loose by slamming that puny bug against the wall and burned it to ash using fire breath.

Afterwards I rushed to her as I appraised her hp is about zero. I thought to myself what can i do. I quickly search through the skills I can get to save her. I found it stat life transfer its 100 skill points i immediately get it and use it immediately.

Its working it stopped what's happening my stats are gone to zero my hp is almost there too.

I have no choice. I use 50 skill points to make fire magic level 10 and I sacrifice the skill it worked on. I quickly teleport her to the village as we both get there and the villagers see me slump down.

They all panicked. I need to recover. I search through available skills to get complete stat recovery and recover 1 of every stat a minute hp recovery gives one hp every minute cost is 400 points 200 points each as i get them both i pass out immediately.

After this I was asleep for a few days, I finally woke up but was starving as I woke up. The villagers see me and all bring food and bow to me of course i eat the food ever so slowly.

Because of how unrested i am i didnt notice lizzie there, even though i didn't notice her she stayed at the village with me and kept me company. Another week or so pass and I'm finally back up to full strength, I hope I never have to use that again. Suddenly I heard a voice.

Are you feeling better?

I look around then at Lizzie and realise it's her. I use telepathy so I can finally hear you.

Yeah why did u do that u could have died as she explains almost tearing up.

As I explain to her about the dragon and why I don't want to lose another friend.

So it was you helping me in the dungeon.

Yeah it was as i explained i didn't want to spook her again so i kept an eye from afar.

After talking for a while we decided to officially give each other names . I asked about Lizzie since I've been calling you that for awhile.

As she states she adores that name actually at that moment she tries to think of a new name for me and finally she thinks of it how about draconus she implies.

As I ask, isn't that a dragon's name?

Well yeah but dragons are noble and strong so it fits you dont u think.

If u say so lizzie

Just then we both start glowing a bright light the voice speaks again

Draconis and lillie are now evolving

Evolutions complete

As I look at Lizzie I see that she looks like a full fledged dragon blue with red eyes and a red stripe down the middle huge wings that look like they could fly forever.

As for me as Lizzie describes, I'm just as big as her, both 40 feet tall. I look the same as she does just bigger versions of ourselves as such we both decide to use appraisal.

As i appraise myself with my new name draconis i'm amazed

Firefox level 30 (draconis) 1,000 skill points

Hp 2500 mp 2,000 st 2800 sp 4000

Poison nullification, paralyse nullification

Appraisal level 10 telepathy level 10

Burn nullification, pain nullification

Fire and flame nullification

Stat life transfer level 10

Hp recovery has evolved to ultra speed recovery level 1

Huminification

Petrification

Water nullification

Bite level 10 dig level 10 language mastery level 10

Infinite stomach level 6 is now level 10

Iron stomach level 6 is now level 10

Fire magic level 5 is now level 10

Fire breath level 1

Teleportation level 8 is now level 10

Complete stat recovery level 6 is now level 10

Eruption level 1 is now level 6

Lava breath level 5 spacial magic level 1

Gluttony level 1

Light beam level 1

Wow!! I became op i used skill points to get fire breath back all the other skills i got seem self explanatory.

Humidification so i could get a human form cool, petrification just makes me medusa, and gluttony i use appraisal.

Anyone u kill u take their stats and add it to your own, that's kinda dark aint it.

As i finish seeing mine i lookover and see liliths skills

Water dragon level 28(lilith)1700 skill points

Hp 1900 mp 1700 st 2000 sp 2500

Fear resistance level 2 is now level 8

Acid spit level 5 is now level 10

Hp recovery level 1 has been upgraded from pain resistance level 10

Pain nullification acquired

Stealth level 5 is now level 10

Poison fang level 4 is now level 9

Appraisal level 6 is now level 10

Water manipulation level 3 is now level 9

ice guard level 2 is now level 7

Freeze breath l;evel 5 acquired

Water wave level 7 acquired

Humanification

Lightning nullification

Freeze wave level 7 acquired

Greed acquired

My stats are lower than draconis that doesn't surprise me though.

I could get a human form too.freeze wave and water wave are a bit similar ones a wave of ice another wave of water.

Ice guard just covers my body in ice to protect it.

Finally greed allows me to steal the life force and stats of anyone I touch but their hp must be lower than mine.

With both of us knowing new stats we get ready to leave this village for our next adventure.

#story #reincarnated #my story

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alwayskeepfightinglilwinchesters · 1 year

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Marvel One-Shot

How Tony, Steve, and Bruce welcome you into the Avengers. Tony: "What the hell? Who invited this kid?" He looks you up and down in your spandex blue and gold outfit.

"I'm not a kid, I-"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, kid." Tony rolls his eyes and blasts an alien in the face that was leaping towards him. "Fight now, talk later." He blasts another alien and hovers off of the ground, about to take off when he looks down at you and says "You can fight, can't you?"

You answer his question by slamming your fists into the ground to summon a sinkhole that a swarm of aliens that were crawling your way immediately fall into. As you stand back up, it closes on its own, beheading the last alien to fall through.

Tony stares at where the hole was for a couple of seconds before saying "Well okay then. I'll have Parker remind me to knight you as an Avenger after this is over. Congrats, kid." Without saying another word he flies away, leaving you smiling in his wake.

Steve: You watch in horror as a metal robot comes crawling towards you, but before you work up the courage to fight back, a metal shield painted red, white, and blue comes flying at it and chops it in half. "You've got to clear out of here!" The man you quickly recognize as Captain America yells, ripping his shield out of the robot's remains. You nod and start to get up and run away, but something in you stops you dead in your tracks.

That same part of you is tired of running. You did it after you were experimented on with your childhood best friends, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. You're not even sure how it happened, just that you wanted with every fiber of your being to escape, and the next thing you knew, you were in the middle of the woods outside Strucker's facility.

Now, you're mostly in control about when and where you teleport to, but this time you don't want to teleport away. Clearing your throat, you yell out to stop Cap from running away from you by saying "I want to help!"

He turns around and looks you up and down. "Can you fight?"

"No." You look down at your feet. "Not really... but I can do this." Closing your eyes, you will yourself to teleport 2 feet to the left. When you open them, you see him nod respectfully.

"Get as many people to safety as you can and then get yourself off this deathtrap." He looks around. "If you stick around and I make it through this, we'll see about teaching you how to fight." You're the one to nod respectfully this time, and you let him go after another robot while you're left to search through the ruins for survivors. For the first time in your life, you're not running from danger and you think to yourself how you really hope Cap lives through this, so he can follow through with his promise.

Bruce: A large green beast comes barreling down the decimated New York street that you once knew as Fifth Avenue, and you watch him from behind a dumpster in an alleyway. Suddenly, you hear blood curdling screams and peek around the corner to see the beast about to smash a car full of a family that's trapped inside. Realizing that this isn't the time to pretend to be normal, you step out from behind the dumpster and yell out "HEY!"

The beast's attention is drawn to you and you will yourself to transform into an identical version of it. You're not only able to look like the monster, but you feel its inner rage as well. Part of you wants to start smashing everything around you just like it's doing, but the other part that you've learned to hold onto every time you transform reminds you that you're doing this to get him under control.

With a loud roar, you draw him away from the family's car and see the father bust a window open for them to scramble out of and run to a nearby Starbucks dozens of people are cowering in for safety. He gets a couple of good punches in and knocks you on your back.

"Banner!" You hear a flying red speck yell as it flies overhead. "Uh, why are there two of you?" Iron Man says. "Forget it, we need all the help we could get over here. Stop terrorizing innocent people and get your ass in this fight."

The green beast you now know is called Banner, at least when he doesn't look like this, stares at you and lets out a low growl. After a couple of seconds of staring at each other, he stands out of his defensive stance and growls out the word "...Smash?". When you smile and nod, he nods back and the two of you begin your epic battle together with the rest of the team you guess you're now a part of.

#marvel #avengers #steverogers #captainamerica #tonystark #ironman #brucebanner #hulk #imagines #marvelimagine #imagine #marvelimagines

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Tokoyami takes full advantage of the darker parts of his quirk when he threatens you. You feel trapped in an eternal darkness, like the air was being stolen out of your lungs. He speaks simply, but full of venom. He's shrouded by this aura of calm vexation. He feels toxic to even be around and his apparent apathy makes it more scary. He feels no guilt when he's reached that point. He's one of the slowest to get angry, and when he does, there's no stopping him. You'd never been scared of the dark until that day.

Momo says how she can buy everything you own. How she could take everything that gives you happiness until you're a shell of what you once were. How she has connections, and could ruin your life with a simple phone call. She radiates pure, controlled rage and you want to get away as fast as possible. You feel as if you're going to die at any moment and from that day forward you'll always look over your shoulder, too scared to sleep.

Uraraka is right next to Shoto in scary, and beside Izuku in surprising. She threatens in smiles. Her usual cheery attitude and excitement don't fade as she happily tells you how she'll make your life a living hell. She laughs as she says how she'll make you watch everyone you care about die before you, knowing you could have avoided it. She doesn't raise her hand, but she leaves you trembling and wetting your pants. You'll have nightmares. Sounds like Toga? It's because they're girlfriends.

Shoto is incredibly blunt with his threats. He somehow corners you alone, and calmly tells you how he could kill you, make it look like an accident, get rid of the body, and get away with it. In excruciating detail. He'll leave you sacred for your life, and regretting the day you got on his bad side.

Tsu will stare into the depths or your soul, daring you to piss her off. Being incredibly blunt, she will, just to make sure you get the message, just walk up to you and threaten to slit your throat or something.

Izuku has, after the first year, gotten into the habit of outright threatening pro heroes. It's blackmail more times than not, he has the info to ruin them. It started with Endeavor, then slowly All Might, after he got sick of beings pushed too hard, and extended until all pro heroes that weren't Aizawa, Present Mic, or Fatgum were doing his bidding.

Tenya regularly subtly threatens to call Japanese CPS on Endeavor to knock him down some rankings on the hero list. Nothing he can be charged with, and nothing that anyone out of 1A can trace back to him, but threats to keep him in-line. Have to make him know his place every now and then.

Izuku and Shoto would be the heroes parents want their kids to look up to. Momo and Mina would be the heroes parents want their female kids to look up to, specifically.

You know how 1A all want to be like All Might (mostly)? When they find out what being a 'Symbol Of Peace' really entails, I don't think they'd want to be on anymore. So they'd become beacons of hope, with Izuku shining the brightest out of all of them.

I know they don't technically have to live together if they're all part of one big hero agency. But like. It would be so fun if they did. And with the local rich kids (Momo, Tenya and Shoto), God knows it's gonna be some big-ass mansion. And it'd be sort of a throwback of sorts to the dorms. And I feel as if they'd the be glad for that familiarity, with how much change is occurring. And also, Bakugo and Monoma under the same roof would be fucking hilarious.

I want to see Shoto deck a fellow UA student for saying the wrong thing. Like maybe they'd say "Bakugo acts like a such a villain, no wonder everyone is scared of him." And Shoto would just look around to see Ochaco holding Izuku back with identical looks of rage on their faces. He'd see Bakugo looking down at his feet, trying his best to look unbothered, but his frown is more sad than his usual one. He'd see the Bakusquad trying to convince him it's not true. He'd see Tsu with her fist clenched, and Tenya glaring daggers at the person, and just deck the guy. Incases his fist in ice, to make the blow harder. Kick him a few times too. And would look up at their shocked faces and shrug, "No one fucks with my family. And Bakugo? He's family. All of you are." Deku just starts bawling there and then.

There's no UA traitor, and they just forgot to remove Touya from the family group chat.

After Monoma realizes that no one stops Bakugo from coming after him when he says dumb shit, learns to control his mouth by their first year of working/living together. Interviewers would ask him, "How do you manage with number 2 (tied with Shoto) pro hero DynaMite trying to 'kill you the time?" And Monoma would just answer, with deep tiredness in his voice "Speed, self control, and not sleeping."

HC that Uraraka's quirk isn't zero gravity. It's gravity manipulation, so zero gravity is just a subsection of that. Her quirk exceeds the rules of zero gravity, and it's plausible that because she didn't have much money growing up, she wasn't able to get it properly tested, which should have been free, but we've established hero society is fucked up. This means, essentially, that she should be able to create a black hole. It'd take a lot of training, and a crap ton of effort, and she'd never do it, but she could.

The heroes should be glad 1A (Shinsou and Izuku especially) are good people. Because they could ruin them. They could take down hero society by themselves, and they all have been given reason too! They're just good people, and the heroes should appreciate that. Because the moment they stop being good people? It's all over.

HC that Aoyama is one of those kids that has known he was gay since birth, and never had to come out because people just knew.

Just realized something, feeling sad so you must too. Shigaraki could have been Touya's Izuku in another world. In a less fucked up universe, they could've been friends. Shigaraki- Tenko could have saved him.

Monoma is trying to start an enemies to lovers with all of 1A, Shinsou included. He obviously knows nothing about social interactions, maybe the poor boy is just trying to flirt the only way he knows how: being a prick.

In the Combined Hero Agency, fans and other heroes wonder how Mei keeps up. She's the only support hero, makes (though her interns help) and designs hero costumes AND support items for everyone in the agency, while also making them for her interns when asked, AND has time to participate in family game night every other week.

She really has no secret, just a love for what she does, hard work, dedication plus a lot of time and patience. That doesn't mean she doesn't endorse the rumors she has some secondary quirk or something, she actually enjoys fuelling the fire and watching it unfold. Fucking with the media is her favorite pastime.

At some point, Class 1A convinced Shinsou to make Endeavor to say "I'm a giant piece of shit" live on TV. And that was only after they swore up and down that he wouldn't be kicked out of the hero course, and promised to take the fall if anything goes wrong. The worst thing that happened was All Might trying to say what he did was wrong but he was told to fuck off.

The boys in class 1A like lending their jackets/sweaters/hoodies/jumpers to the girls. And the girls don't return them a lot, and only Mei, who feels bad if she keeps them, returns them, surprising the boys. You leave yours in the common room, don't expect it to be there in 30 minutes. And it didn't stop there. The boys also take each others' cover-ups (Shoto started this by asking to borrow Tokoyami's), and take the girls'. They find them comfortable and soft, and they nice-smelling. Basically everyone's wardrobes (private stuff is kept separately) is up for grabs by second year.

1A and (most of) 1B (+ Mei) are just like so, physical affectionate with each other. So much that even when they're pro heroes, the media isn't sure which relationships are which. Even when they clarify, they don't do anything to stop the rumors and even revel in it, fuelling them from time to time. Like, Ochaco would show up to an interview wearing Izuku's gloves, and the next she'll be in Tokoyami's sweater. Not to mention that her and Tsu are dating a (former) VILLAIN.

What if Momo like, buys a house. But not just a house. Like when they're still UA students, she buy a house for all her friends that don't want to go home over the holidays/weekends. It's (surprisingly) a lot of them.

Katsuki because he doesn't want to get yelled at after almost dying a crap ton. Denki because his parents will be mad about his grades, and he's trying, but it's so hard, and he can't focus. Ashido because she gets made fun of back home for her looks. Shoto because Enji. Tenya because he wants some time away from the pressure of his family to "live up to the Ingenium name", and don't get him wrong, he wants to be the new Ingenium, but he also when he just wants to be Tenya for a bit. Ochaco because she's tired, and wants a break. She loves her parents, but it's so much stress. Tsu because she'd rather be with her friends. Shinsou because he doesn't have a home. And much, much, more.

I think Dabi would've turned out more like Shoto if he had an Izuku. They were incredibly similar, in mentality and around the same backgrounds. The main difference is that Shoto has people to support him now, Dabi didn't. If Dabi had someone like Izuku to help him, help break down his walls, to make him feel validated, and seen (which, as I stan Shiggy and Izuku being siblings because AFO, could have been Tenko in a different world) he wouldn't be a villain.

Kids that are worried that they'd lose their friends when they become heroes would be So happy too. Like "I want to become a hero, but what if my friends and I lose touch? I don't wanna leave them behind, even if we're pros!" While they'd just be there like "we've been with each other since high school bro. they don't have to go nowhere lol"

HC that their fans would start to believe God is a woman, because Momo.

And like, they would be regular visitors at schools and orphanages. None of them ever got to be kids, and very few of them had good experiences with school, so they would want to inspire more kids. That they can become heroes, too. They'd definitely keep all the gifts they got, plus Momo and Izuku seem like the type to pin up every drawing they get from their kid fans in their offices, no matter how good/bad. It'd be good morale, and the kids of the next generation of heroes would have perfect role models to look up to.

It'd be cute if 1A didn't go on to start their own hero agencies. I mean, they'd have to figure something out with Tenya and Shoto, but I feel as if they would go on to make one, big hero agency instead. They have the perfect selection of quirks and personalities, from rescue heroes to support ones! With a bit of help from their friends, of course. (Yes, Mei is included. I love her too much not too)

Sero and Denki seem like the type to get (platonically) married, though Sero is aroace (personal HC) and Denki is dating Shinsou. No one even blinks an eye anymore, too used to their BS.

I HC that Shoto was previously very closed off with his siblings, even after he was allowed to spend time with them. I want to see, after spending time with 1A, him open up. Slight things at first, like offering to go for a run with Natsuo, or giving Fuyumi a kiss on the cheek, to going to amusement parks with Natsuo, and talking about his day and friends with Fuyumi. They not sure what caused this change at first. But then they meet Izuku, and the rest of the IzuCrew, and 1A, and suddenly it all makes sense, and God do they love these kids.

I want to see 1A actively antagonize Endeavor, but only when there's no one that would tell around. Like, anything they can get away with legally, and somethings they can't, but they make sure to not get caught. Natsuo loves it.

I have this HC that around the middle of the year, 1A just gave up on sleeping separately, or the "everyone sleep in your room" rule. After the horrific bullshit they'd been through together, they figured out that sleeping in the same room as each other helped the (inevitable) night terrors that came. And setting a time that everyone should be in their rooms was disastrous. So now it's common to see Shoto or Izuku in Tenya's room, or Mina and Kirishima in Bakugo's, or some nights they all just sleep in whoever has the most space at the time.

I want to see 1A when they're in 2A move into the dorms again. Like, Enji would go "Shoto I don't want you in the dorms this year." And Shoto, who's been waiting to go back since the dorms closed and has already packed all his shit goes ". . . You've gotta be shitting me, old man. I'm gonna go see my friends, who I value more than you. Fuck you." Then freeze him, grab his bags and run to the spot where the rest of the class agreed to meet, to get food then got to the dorms.

Shoto is constantly being used as the class portable heater, and has learnt to accept it, not without making the occasional "I went through years of abuse and trauma for this" comment though

Hatsume and Izuku should be friends. I feel like they'd understand each other. The others try, but they're the only ones who can keep up with how fast each other's brains go.

I want to see 1A visit Rei in the hospital. It started as Shoto introducing his friends to his mom, but they grew fond of her, and now visit her regularly to talk, and update her on what's going on with like Shoto, or school

Imagine if there was no UA traitor, and they just forgot to remove Touya from the family group chat.

Rei should be introduced to Izuku as "my best friend", Tenya as "the friend who stops me from doing bad things", and Kastuki as "my other best friend, though he denies it". Shoto with his lack of social skills would just go "Oh Bakugo? We're friends. He's like that with everyone."

Rei doesn't need to know about the murder, what she doesn't know can't hurt her. And whenever Shoto tries to mention it to her, Tenya just slaps his hand on his mouth to shut him up, or nudges him aggressively until he (after a long time) gets the message .

After a while, when Izuku is asked what hero he wants to be like, he responds All Might. Why wouldn't he? All Might is bold, courageous, strong, and always saves people with a smile. The perfect hero.

But in his mind, he only has one true answer. Eraserhead. Mr. Aizawa is the perfect hero, maybe not to the public, but to his problem children. He's always there for them, and hasn't failed them like a lot of heroes and the society at large has.

Aizawa-sensei is the epitome of everything they strive to be, and though they'll always give different answers: All Might, Hawks, Powerloader, Cementoss, Lunch Rush, there'll always be one true answer. Something only they know. Mr. Aizawa is the ideal hero.

Dark Shadow uses they/them or it/its pronouns. Just makes sense, considering Dark Shadow isn't human, and likely doesn't conform to the same rules of gender we do

Considering Shoto (canonically) trauma dumps to make best friends (Izuku and Katsuki), it's only a matter of time until he does the same for Tenya. Especially after the Stain arc. And I feel like it'd just SHATTER his world view of heroes and hero society. He sees it through even more rose-tinted glasses than Izuku, so the realization that someone wildly viewed as a hero could so such things and get away with it would be totally new to him. Especially because the only experience he had was with Tensei, who is the ideal hero.

Back on my 1A and 1B hero agency bullshit, all their interns love them. They're always so kind to their interns and treat them really well, despite how they normally are or treat their fellow heroes. They remember what it felt like during their own internships, being scared and on their toes. They don't want their interns to feel like that around them.

In their shared agency, Kota and Eri intern there of course, but so do a bunch of other hero students. Some from Gen Ed too, anyone they feel like have potential, application or not.

The Combined Hero Agency (I don't have a name yet) most definitely teach their interns quirkless self defense, for all the times their quirks have failed them or made things more difficult. Hand to hand and using a variety of weapons.

1A is used to Mei and Izuku (Sometimes Tenya tags along. Very rarely, Denki) meeting up to talk costumes and mad genius shit, with Izuku's quirk analysis and Mei's skill in building, 1A would have the best costumes.

these are all so extensive and thought out .......... i love this anon uve put work into these they're so excellent .......... i love 1a family dynamics :( godddd i love them theyre lovely i love this AHHHHH MAN

#long post #anon #ask #bnha #1a

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lux-i-fer · 4 years

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S5 Trailer Thoughts Part One: Major plot/ characters

Intial thoughts: Fascinating plotline!! The Lucifer team really seems to have a cohesive storyline this time around. But let's talk about the elephant in the room, yeah?

Michael is here and what an interesting villain he is! What does he want and why does he want it? Well we know he wants to take over Lucifer's life on Earth but his reasoning behind it is less clear. My initial thought is that his motive has something to do with both Chloe's miracle status and Lucifer's redemption arc last season (i.e. Dad seemingly forgiving Lucifer). Based on what we've seen of Michael's personality so far, I'd say he's quite depraved himself; however, I theorize that Dad isn't so forgiving with the other siblings as he is with Lucifer 😉. While we're on this topic, let's talk more about Michael's character!

This shot is honestly what sold me on Michael as a character and Michael as a threat. I feel like this is the scene where we truly see who Michael is as a person, not as an embodiment of his twin, Lucifer. In this shot I truly believe Michael is the other side of Lucifer's coin. They share many facial quirks, such as the cold eyed stare and sardonic grin; however, there are discrepancies. Where Lucifer stares with almost righteous rage, Michael's stare is filled with so much contempt that it seems to devalue whoever it's directed at and whittles them down to an ant to be crushed under his heel. If that truly is indicative of his personality, what does that mean for the humans in Lucifer's life? Sure, Michael claims he doesn't want to destroy Lucifer's life on Earth, he simply wants to hijack it, but what is his definition of hijacking? Michael doesn't seem to value humanity in the way Lucifer does, what happens if/when he grows tired of their petty mortal lives?

Then we have their smiles, which is equally the most similar and dissimilar thing between the two. What I see in Michael's smile is a sadist type of joy that Lucifer's "laughing but it ain't funny" smile lacks. Michael seems to revel in pain, both as the punisher and punishee, if his fight with Maze is anything to go by. If Lucifer feels too much, I'd almost define Michael as feeling nothing at all. I view Lucifer as the morning star (obviously) and Michael as a black hole: devoid of humanity and absorbing everything in his path. He just seems to command this scene. We know that Maze just beat the shit out of him, and normally a fight like that would be the highlight of the scene, yet Michael just seems to suck all that attention away from Maze and to himself the moment he opens his mouth. He's fascinating and otherworldly in a way we've only seen from the likes of Mom, Uriel, Remiel, and s1 Amenadiel. To close out this section I'd like to put words to what many people are already thinking: Michael represents who and what Lucifer could have become had he let himself waste away in Hell. He is the embodiment of the callous Other living amongst humanity, detached and uncaring of anyone or anything that isn't himself.

But let's steer away from analyzing Michael and back to the plot at hand: Michael is attempting to pull the ol' Parent Trap scheme, except nobody's happy and there's more at stake than just some botched camp ear piercing and a London plane ticket. I know I've already seen some anxiety surrounding this plotline and to that I say: why? In my opinion I feel as though this bait and switch will fool no one. Just look at him for God's sake! There is simply something wrong about Michael's interpretation of his brother. To a stranger, perhaps Michael could pass as Lucifer; however, to people who know him, I'd find it very difficult to keep up the charade successfully. Sure, it may fool #TeamLucifer for a little bit (Michael bought himself some time by telling Chloe "thousands of years in hell has changed me") however I doubt this will fly for very long. Chloe may have turned a blind eye to some glaring things about Lucifer in the past, but I don't think she can quite convince herself to do it again for s5.

Take this shot, for example. Chloe's face tells me that something is Very Off. And not to mention Dan! Dan, of course, seems to look to be more exasperated than anything, although I wouldn't be surprised if he noticed something off as well. Dan has spent a season and a half (and the better part of his down spiral) hyperfocused on Lucifer. He knows Lucifer better than Lucifer himself would probably care to admit. We see in episodes like 1x05 and 2x07 that they do have things in common both interest-wise and personality-wise. I feel as though discounting Dan's intuition just because of his current (erratic) mental state is extremely preemptive. The show has already showed us that we shouldn't be doubting characters who possess paranoia towards Lucifer. Some of the most paranoid characters (Reese, Jimmy Barns, the Street Preacher from 1x13) every criminal ever) have all been correct about Lucifer's true identity. Why would that change now? I think Dan has always been the character to watch regarding the supernatural, and I stand by that claim even more so for s5.

This is a change of pace from character analysis, but I'm just curious about this shot! It's clearly a Shining reference, but why? Is this symbolic of Lucifer wasting away trapped in hell, similar to how Jack wastes away trapped in the Outlook Hotel? I'm curious to find out!

The last screencap I want to discuss is this one. Right off the bat what I notice is the wing color; they're not white!

Later on in the trailer we see that Michael's wings are a different color than Lucifer's white ones! So is this Lucifer or is this Michael? The wing color would imply this is Michael; however, as we've theorized up above, it seems uncharacteristic of Michael to care this much about humanity (especially when that human is Chloe!). Is Michael willing to feign emotion to pass as Lucifer? It's hard to know from the trailer alone!

Closing Thoughts:

This season seems to have a lot going for it. S4 set up this arc beautifully and I can't wait to see where the cast and crew take us. I firmly believe based on what we've seen so far that Michael will be the perfect character to tie up this five season story. (Obviously s6 has been greenlit but considering that to my knowledge s5 has not been altered to accommodate for it, I'm treating s5 as the conclusion to the previous overarching plotline.)

Part Two

#lucifer spoilers #s5 #deckerstar #lucifer on netflix #lucifer morningstar #lucifer

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acommonloon · 3 years

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Ahhh fuck.

A mariachi band could strike up on our lawn and like as not, D wouldn't notice but I hear things. Real things I mean, not just voices in my head.

D is out of town just now and I hope to kill the thing I heard yesterday before she returns and it wasn't no mariachi band. Groundhog #3 was/is a big one. When I heard an odd noise outside, I looked out and was shocked to see it energetically ripping our fireplace cover to shreds. WTF!

Instantly, I pulled open the patio door and shouted at it in anger. Dumb! It did just what I should have expected it to do. It turned, dived over the side of the porch and disappeared into a hole it had dug under the lattice and chickenwire porch skirt. Fuck me!

I want to kill groundhog #3 even less than I wanted to kill groundhog #2 or skunk #2, or rabbit #32. When you choose to live in rural America many of your neighbors do not recognize your claim to legal domain. They are just trying to live. Not their fault.

I've put quite quite a lot of effort into keeping things from trying to live under my porch. But as my life coach Jeff Goldblum says, "Life finds a way." I suspect #groundhog #3 was ripping our fireplace cover to shreds to gather material for a winter nest. Yeah no.

Shane, why don't you just trap it you ask? I could do. But then what? Once I trapped a possum. I wasn't trying to, I was just tired of murdering rabbits. But I hadn't really thought things out. So I had a fucking scary possum in a trap and didn't know what to do with it. A possum is the Jason Vorhees of the animal world. A bone white face and coal black eyes peer out from the doorway to hell. Okay, tangent, sorry.

In any case, if I trapped and released a groundhog on my small acreage there's every chance it would just return. I can't take it to someone else's property, I suppose I could release it in the state forestry but that would mean loading the flea-ridden varmint into my car, the same one I transport my grandkids in, for the ride. Not a player.

I haven't seen or heard groundhog #3 since yesterday last Sunday. The Remington 870 is loaded with high velocity heavy shot so it will likely not feel it when I end it. It's the best I can do. Groundhog #1 suffered unnecessarily when I shot it with a 22 caliber.

Sorry, I'm just psyching myself up to do an awful thing.

Update: thought this would be all over by now. Buckle up buttercup.

D just exclaimed, "The groundhog has pulled the fireplace cover under the porch!"

Me: MOTHERFUCK!

I was home most of the week and yesterday evening I sat on the patio...no sign of the groundhog. I left early today and was gone all day. On Monday night I was awakened by the howling of a pack of coyotes. They were so close I was sure if I switched on the light, I'd see their shining eyes. I hoped they were feasting on Mr groundhog. No joy.

Soon this fucker is going to turn in for the winter. It's clear it intends to sleep under our porch. I'm not sure about the life cycle of groundhogs but most wild animals have their offspring in the spring. As much as I don't won't to kill any groundhog I can't imagine the stain on my soul if I murder it and pups.

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skzluvs · 4 years

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Phobia; Han jisung

Genre: angst, fluff (if you squint)

Warnings: mention of nightmares

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: Hi! I’m back from my hiatus with another angst fic inspired by the drama it’s okay to not be okay combined with a little bit of phobia I hope you guys like it!

The girl who fed on nightmares

there was a girl who woke up every night by the nightmares, demons that haunted her dreams. She was twisted inside, held back by the painful memories of her past.

panting breath, irregular heartbeat, a cold sweat dripping from her forehand. she opened her eyes to meet with the darkness of her room. Terror washed over her. frightened.

"it's just another nightmare" she said trying to calm down the thoughts that were messing up her already deranged head.

a familiar setup, you might think she grew accustomed to the feeling after the third night but that's was not true the lingering feeling of numbness grew by the time she realized there was no escape from the chains that still cuffed her up.

the morning came earlier, with very few hours of sleep, she got up and got ready for work. the days turned into a monotone.

she arrived to bookstore, pure silence made her mind feel content. A moment of peace in the torrential rain.

"excuse me" a soft voice called her, almost as quiet as a whisper that's being shared between lovers.

she looked up to meet with a boy, with black hair and a mischievous smile, he looked cheerful with an undeniable strong aura that surrounded his slender figure, definitely not the type you would see in a library at 8am in the morning.

"yes" she replied politely to the boy who carried a handful on books on his arms.

"i want to check all of these out please" he placed the books on the counter.

As she took a look at the pile, she got intrigued by the peculiar selection.

children books.

but not the kind that you read to a child unless you want them to have nightmares, and she knew damn well about that.

"you like this gruesome stuff ?" she was never the kind to question other people's interests but for some strange motive she wanted to know.

" it's a children's book how can you call this masterpiece gruesome" the boy seemed rather offended by her words.

" the pictures make me want to cry my eyes out and I'm an adult, there's no way this book was targeted for such audience" she said

" it seems like you know nothing about this books not the author , therefore I won't be engaging in a discussion, you can continue to be ignorant later just let me borrow them so I can go" he said annoyed, taping with his finger on top of the dusty cover.

The girl refused to give out response and rather continued to do her job. she sure didn't get paid enough for that.

"here" she said handing him the books along with the returning slip. "you have 2 weeks to return them unless you want more time come before the deadline to extend the borrowing period"

"thank you" he left not sparing to look at her for the last time before exiting through the door.

the browned eyed boy who just happened to be named han jisung, she found out his name through his library card. Was all she could think about, not because she was interested, but because of the of his actions. Usually she evaded social situations, she found people not worth of her time, but there was something about that boy that made her wanted to crush him like a fragile butterfly with broken wings.

another meaningless night, it was tiring to get emptied out like that. Every time she closed her fears shaped into a reality. she was stuck with the phobia.

days passed by, a body that walks through the streets without a soul. There was nothing she wanted nothing she desired more but to fall asleep. So she lived her life longing for that moment.

going through the bookshelves placing them correctly by alphabetical order. A pair of eyes stuck to the back of her head.

a boy who watched her carefully from the other side of the room, and he probably thought he was being precautious, but she knew she was being observed.

Jisung. Who came everyday just to sit as far back from the main entrance as possible, hiding in a corner reading the books he so much loved. After the first encounter with the girl he could no longer sleep the same way. His thoughts circled around her small frame and the sound of her broken voice.

there was this thing about her, he called it despondency and he was drowned right into it. like the tales had taken over a human form.

by the end of the two weeks he stood there fidgeting, over the course of the last couple of days his little instigating got him nowhere. She repeated a daily routine, there was nothing to analyze in her vague movements and worn out expressions. However he knew she hides more than the human eye can perceive behind that weary facade.

The moment she clocked out he followed her outside.

"why are you following me" the girl stopped her tracks and made a spin over her ankles, just to meet with him.

"I needed to ask you something" He said rather shy. all the courage he build up over the weeks disappearing at the strong gaze that confronted him.

"I'm not obligated to respond, do me a favor and get lost" She turned around and continued to walk.

It was an expected reply exactly what made jisung decide it was better to come up with a different plan.

every day he would put a book of his collection on top of her desk hoping she would get interested enough to read it.

but instead she would just eye the cover and place it back to its shelf.

Not until one day she meet to something different, the book had a folded edge, opening the page carefully, her fingers ghosting over the words printed on the glossy paper.

"bad memories from the past that he wanted to erase from his head"

"were replayed in his dreams every night"

"and haunted him nonstop"

"the boy was terrified of falling asleep"

a creeping feeling went down her spine, and her trembling hands made the book fall. Her own monsters greeted her with a grin. Collapsing with the wooden floor.

jisung got petrified by the loud sound. He hurried his way to find the girl unconscious on the ground. it was all his fault.

a disturbing sound came from her mouth. She woke up in an oddly unfamiliar house. Her body covered by a thin blanket, the walls were closing like the screams that got caught up in her throat.

jisung who was downstairs making dinner ran through the stairs and opened the door alarmed at the high pitched noises.

"Are you okay?" He exclaimed trying to recover his breath.

"what am I doing here? where am i ?" she asked not trying to panic even more. She felt so dizzy the room kept on spinning.

"you're at my house, you passed out at the library" He said scratching the nape of his neck with guiltiness.

"I remember now, this was your deed, you and your stupid nauseating books" by the looks of it she had been gone for a while. Not to mention the longer she was in a slumber the longer the suffering.

"not my fault you got scared by a book for 5 year olds" He said shrugging, with an unprovoked expression.

"And you dared to call me an ignorant" she deadpanned.

"Do you fear anything?" He asked out of the blue.

what is the real meaning behind fear?. Fear is tangible. Is the anxiety, the desperation to run away and hide forever where they can't find you, it means to want to stab your eyes with a safety pin to blind the pain. Is the captivity of oneself.

"You're scared of yourself aren't you?" it no longer sounded like a question but more like an affirmation.

he had figured you out in no time. You couldn't let them see the vulnerable side, not to anyone and most definitely not this stranger.

"You said it yourself you know nothing so leave alone before it's too late" She threatened.

"Anyways I'm sorry for being so persistent, never intended to make you feel uncomfortable, I'll be downstairs if you need me, dinner is ready if you want to come and have something to eat before you leave" He knew it was better not to push it if he wanted answers.

But why was he so desperate to understand the world inside her head ?

Jisung felt the loneliness of her being. He came up to the conclusion that he wanted to be the person who brought the girl back to life.

After some time he grew a step closer to her, not to the point she would stop pushing him away but at least his efforts had made a very insignificant change.

She would let him read the books to her once in a while, she fed into the words, relating to every single one of them. But things were still the same at night, she would break down to the horrifying sight.

"Jisung why are you still here ?" she asked him unable to understand why the boy remained by her side even when she treated him like a piece of trash.

"Because im trapped under your spell" he confessed.

"You’re e going to end up in so much pain" she said looking into his eyes.

"You can't go to heaven before crossing the flames of hell" He responded with certainty. “ and If I have to burn I rather do it while still holding you”

"Would you still like me if you knew the kind of monster I am, not the one you read in books but the kind that hides behind a mask and transforms at night"

" I would still like you if you were the devil himself"

" The devil wont tear your soul apart like I would trust me" She knew she would drive him into despair. But she had warned him multiple times, from here she no longer take accountability, he would meet fear. She would make sure of that.

I'm stuck with the phobia although I want to stay with you I'm scared that you might disappear in between the shadows. How can I hold you when I was made to destroy you.

there was a girl whose world was a pitch black hole and her insides were dark and twisted, and a boy who fell in love with her repulsiveness swore to never leave her, but her darkness overshadowed the fugacious happiness of a spur moment and the voices in her head claimed that she was all alone. but the boy sang to her a lullaby that lulled her into a deep sleep and for the first time in forever there were no painful memories in her dreams.

She was the girl who fed on nightmares. The one he once read about and the one he was now holding on his arms.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids fics #stray kids au #hwang hyunjin #bang chan #kim seungmin #han jisung #seo changbin #lee felix #yang jeongin #lee minho #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #stray kids #stray kids scenarios

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jacscorner · 3 years

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Fox McCloud of Kongo Bongo Part 1

Hello, beautiful friends. I'm simul-posting this silly fanfic idea I had for a while now. Cause Fox McCloud X Tiny Kong content doesn't exist except for the content I made myself, so I'm making a fic dedicated to my silly Sword & Planet doodle I did some months back.

With all that said, I hope you all enjoy, and sorry for any spelling and grammar faults. I'll fix them after the post if someone points 'em out to me, but this fic is being written by the seat of my pants and pretty casually.

The Lylat System was quiet. It had been a short year since the return of Andross when Fox McCloud and the Star Fox team had stopped Andross from destroying Corneria and taking over the system. Fox McCloud, leader of Team Star Fox, was piloting his Arwing past Sector X. The strange nebula was once the secret base for Andross and his operations during the First Lylat War, but now the odd cosmic cloud in the shape of a cross was just a quiet landmark through the system. At least, so it should.

[This is Pepper. Come in, Fox.]

Fox gave a tired grunt, losing his concentration and focus as he reached for the communicator strapped to his head and flipped it on. "You're clear, Peppy."

[Are ya seein' anything there, Fox?]

"That's a negative." Fox said as he checked his instruments again. "I'm still getting those weird readings that Slippy picked up, but I'm not seeing anything."

[Ya shoulda waited at the Great Fox like I told ya, Fox.]

Fox gave a roll of his eyes as he said, "Peppy, stop worrying so much." After the return of Andross every low life of the system seemed to go into hiding. True peace was still out of reach, and there was always work for the members of Team Star Fox, but finding any big named criminals who tried to fill the same niche Andross were hard to come by. In a way, Fox didn't like this; as a mercenary, he lived to fight. Was it wrong to think that way? Most certainly; peace in the Lylat System, where no little kid lost their father like he did, was the ultimate goal. But he needed food on the table like anyone else did.

[Wolf O'Donnell is still at large, Fox. He could be setting up a trap for ya.]

Cap'n Wolf O'Donnel, the name rang in Fox's ear. He could still see the burning, red scar on that wolf's face, the yellow of his eyes burning into his own. Out of all the mercenaries Andross hired to take him and Miyu out, Wolf was probably the best. His equal in almost every way and nearly sent him to his doom. It was the most intense fight Fox had ever been in; for the first time in his life, Fox truly feared that he was gonna die.

And yet, ever since then, there's been a hole in his chest that he couldn't quiet fill.

"If Wolf's out there, then I'll be ready for him."

[Fox, you're-]

"End transmission." Fox didn't wait for a reply, turning off his head piece. He wasn't in the mood to keep listening to Peppy badger him over this; besides, if Wolf was out here, then he would've shown his face by now, right? There wasn't anywhere to hide in Sector X, it wasn't anything by burning gas and bright light.

"One more pass around." Fox told himself, initiating another scan. If nothing was here, then he should turn back and head back for the Great Fox. At least, that's what he should do, but he was in no real rush to make it back to Peppy and listen to him nag his ear off. He cruised around Sector X thinking about how he'd rather go to Titania. There's a nice little saloon there, perfect place to refuel his Arwing and drink his problems away. Just the thought of Titania ale was tempting Fox to ditch his mission. It was weird; he wasn't much of a drinker before, by after the first Lylat War, he grew a taste for alcohol.

Suddenly, Fox jerked the controls on his Arwing, suddenly him into a dive just in time to avoid a photon shot. His instincts kicked in just in time, but where the hell did that come from?! He looked on his radar, seeing nothing, but then looked to see an incoming transmission message. He didn't even patch it through or have the chance to reject the message when a scarred face appeared on screen.

"Hello, pup."

"Wolf!" Fox growled as he glanced up, seeing the lone, quad-wing ship cut through the unforgiving void as he rocketed right for the vulpine pilot. Fox bared his fangs, starting to charge right for Wolf like a demented game of chicken. "I knew you were skulking about these parts!"

"And I knew you'd come with the right bait." Wolf chuckled, his shields deflecting Fox's photon shots as he fired back with his own. "And now it's time I pay back the debt I racked up back on Macbeth."

With some expert barrel rolls, Fox was able to deflect Wolf's own shots, the two ships crossing the other's paths.

"Not to mention I'm paying you back for killing the rest of my team." Wolf snarled, spinning his ship around and beginning to chase Fox through space. His ship let out rapid volleys of hot orange shots on Fox's tail, but Fox managed to evade each shot. Fox could feel Wolf gritting his teeth as he managed to evade each shot. It was like Fox had eyes on the back of his head and Wolf couldn't get a clean shot!

[Fox, come in! Fox! Fox, answer me!]

Meanwhile, Fox couldn't shake Wolf from his tail; it was like Wolf was glued on! He tried to perform a somersault, but Wolf was right behind him, gunning for his engines. He felt his air form a lump in his throat; Wolf was giving him no chance to breath or get any space to counter attack.

"Get back here, brat!" Wolf called out, but Fox was too focused to be distracted or baited by the bounty hunter.

[H-hey! F-Fox, can you hear-ribbit?!]

"Want me?! Come and get me!" Fox called back at Wolf. With a well-timed barrel role, he deflected Wolf's volley of shots and slammed the breaks. Wolf flew right past him and was reading right for the burning mass that was Sector X before Fox chased Wolf down. Now that the tables had turned, Fox was going for the kill, charging up a photon shot that he aimed right for Wolf's engine, prepared to finish off his rival once and for-

[HEY GENIUS! WHAT ARE YA DOIN'?! GET OUTTA THERE!]

Falco's shrieking in Fox's ear piece made him release his shot just before the charge was done, nailing Wolf right in the back of his ship, just missing his engine. Wolf started to climb up and get away, but Fox was more focused on the ringing in his ear. It felt like a siren was blaring with how loud it was.

"...Wait, that's not my ear." Fox flinched as he looked at his were going crazy! Before he could decipher what was happening, a sudden, brighter light came from Sector X. In the center of the nebula's glowing cross appeared,a void of purple light that began to swell and open up.

"A Worm Hole!" Fox realized it too late! He tried to pull away, but this Worm Hole was sucking him in! His controls were starting to lock up; try as Fox might, but he couldn't escape the gravity field the Worm Hole was projecting! It was like a hand had grabbed his ship and started to pull him in by force!

"What is this?! I can't get away!" Wolf shouted, doing no better as his ship was being lured right into the vortex as well.

Fox couldn't think; Wolf's screaming and the Arwing blaring were growing more and more distant as they fell closer to the Worm Hole. His life was starting to flash before his eyes; Fox thought that fear would grip his heart, yet he was oddly calm. Life, death; they didn't seem to matter anymore. Or, rather, Fox felt ready to embrace his fate. Day to day life felt more and more like a chore for the mercenary. And while he didn't rush towards death, he wasn't against letting it come to him. As the light began to fade and sound turn to nothingness, Fox felt ready to embrace death like a bride.

And then, nothingness.

This wasn't the first time Fox had entered a Warp Zone, but this was different from the last time.

The last time, back in the first Lylat War, was a constant bombardment of light and sound. Blues and pinks, odd sounds that made Fox think of some odd, old-school music. It was dizzying back then, yet it felt oddly natural. As if nothing was weird at all; or maybe the odd Warp Zone was manipulating him though the protective hull of his Arwing, making him feel relaxed when any sign man would be panicking and screaming, crashing their ship to any and every piece of debris in the void in a misguided attempt to confirm if what they were being subjected to was real or just a dream they couldn't wake up from.

It wasn't like that this time at all; in fact, it was the exact opposite. Fox couldn't see anything, it was all dark. It wasn't black as night or even dark like space. There was no source of any light, not even from his Arwing. He couldn't see his own hand even if it was trembling in front of his own face. He couldn't hear anything either; not Wolf's screaming, not that he could tell if he was or not, not the alarms his Arwing should've been giving off, not even the sound of his own heart.

He couldn't feel anything either. Not the taste of his own spit, not the seat he was sure he was still sitting in, nor the controls his hands wouldn't let go of with his vice-like grip. Fox felt as though he was cramped inside of his cockpit, yet weightless, and his sad attempt to anchor himself in place was useless. Was this what death was like or was this just the odd void he was trapped in.

How long would he be here? Would he die here? Could he die here? And just how long has he been here? At first, he thought it was just five minutes, but at the same time, he felt that he had been floating here for five hours. It was getting so bad that Fox couldn't tell if he was even still in the cockpit. Was he awake? Thinking in his sleep? Were his eyes even open?

CRASH!

Suddenly, all of his senses hit him like a hammer upside the head. A low groan escaped Fox's muzzle; he wanted to feel something, but now it was pain. His body felt sore and stiff; it felt like he had slept all day and hadn't moved a muscle, but somehow worse. Like he was stuck in his cockpit for weeks. His eyes slowly peeled open with a groan as a setting sun's light pierced his retinas like a hot laser.

With a grimace, the fox blindly reached across the console to open the hatch to his cockpit. His ears twitched anxiously with the lack of any cockpit opening sounds. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he tried to press the button again, but noticed how it felt through his leather glove.

Cold.

His console felt ice cold. The Arwing wasn't running. Fox tried to fire it up, but he didn't even catch the sputter of the engine.

"Great. My Arwing's dead..." Fox grunted as he adjusted his seat. With a hard kick of his metallic leg, Fox kicked the glass shielding off of his Arwing before he dragged himself out. Popping his neck and shoulders, Fox looked around. He was on some kind of beach, but this didn't look like any beach he knew. The sand was black as night and gave a beautiful, if not ominous, shine under the setting, red sun. He looked ahead of him, seeing crimson waves push and as high tide began to set in. Behind him, a massive jungle, but there were smoke stacks poking from the tree line. Black clouds of smog began were pouring into the air, obscuring Fox's view from looking beyond the trees.

"Where in Lylat am I...?" Fox mumbled, but he questioned if he was really still in the Lylat System at this point. He reached for his head piece and began to speak. "Fox to the Great Fox, do you hear me guys?" He was met with a chorus of static in his ears. "Great, my Arwing's dead and now I can't even call for help." Just as Fox thought things couldn't get worse, he heard something.

Marching?

Fox pulled out his blaster, turning behind him and preparing to fire a warning shot, but was promptly met with a pair of larger guns pointing at his face. They looked crude and rudimentary as opposed to his own blaster, but they were not only much bigger, but there were five crocodiles pointing what looked like brass-and-steel blunderbusses at Fox's head, florescent tubes sticking out of the sides of their guns.

"Don't even think about it, furball." The croc snarled, his body bulging with muscles covered by mostly green scales. "Drop your blaster and come quietly or your hide will make a nice rug."

"Oh damn..."

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"I'm a blanket buritto" With Reddie that would be so adorable 💛💛

NOTE: This is based on a famous scene from The Money Pit. I hope you enjoy!

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“So you’ll pick me up at the train station tonight after my shows finishes?” Richie asked once he arrived at the theater. Traveling gigs were picking up more. At least he could take his mind off the new house that was crumbling right under their feet for a couple of hours.

Trying to open the door which had already fallen off its hinges, Eddie heaved a sigh as he stepped inside. The construction workers really did a number. Heaps of wood and dust covered the floor. Not mention, the floor was scratched up from the workers obviously dragging it along the floor. Did they know how to do anything? “Yeah, Rich, I’ll be there.”

“Is everything okay, Eds?” Richie asked his husband. Ah, he loved saying that. Had they really only been married for just a month?

“Yeah, I’m just tired. Everything with the house is just making me stressed,” Eddie told him, taking a deep breath. One of the windows was shattered, so they had to replace it with a trash bag to shield it. All Eddie wanted to do was take a hot bath and got into some comfortable clothes. He could hardly concentrate at work today, dosing off at one point.

“Hey, if you want I could just call for a taxi or something so you can get some sleep,” Richie told him. A lot had been on his mind with the house, too. He and Eddie hadn’t spent much time together. Sleeping arrangements were awful in the house. With how weak the floorboard were they had no idea if a bed could hold the both of them.

“No, I’ll be there. I need to call the permit guy to get everything straightened out. I wish I could be there to see your show tonight,” Eddie told him. He felt so guilty. Ever since they got together, he went to all of Richie’s shows if the time allowed it.

“Don’t worry, Eddie. You’re always in the front row in my book - picking your nose this is!”

“God, do you always have to be so disgusting?”

“They don’t call me trashmouth for nothing!”

Shaking his head, Richie’s humor cheered Eddie up a bit as he headed towards the ladder to go upstairs. “Okay, I’ll see you tonight. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Richie told him before hanging up the phone.

Now for just one more task so he could scratch it off the list. Afterward, he could relax. His therapist requested relaxation for the evening. Most nights, he snuggled up with Richie on the couch watching whatever they found on Netflix. He was so comfortable.

“Hello, are you the permit-” Eddie was cut off in seconds by the disgruntled who clearly did not have a lot of patience. “Hi, This is Eddie Tozier... yes I am in the McDermot Mansion, I was wondering if you could schedule an appointment for the permit... you could be here in half an hour? Uh-huh... cash? That’s not a problem. Thanks, bye-” He was cut off. “Asshole.”

Taking out his wallet, Eddie walked a few steps until he found himself sinking into the floor. “Huh? Wha-?” Disappearing with the carpet into the floor, Eddie just stopped at his chest. His arms were barely free, constricted by the hole.

What the hell? Did the construction workers make a hole in the floor and then place a rug over it thinking that nobody would notice? Clearly, yes.

“Fuck! Help! Shit!” Eddie struggled to free himself. He couldn’t move. The rug was stuck. Oh great, this was all he needed.

What to do? What to do? His phone... was in his pants pocket in which he couldn’t reach. Okay, relax, relax, the permit guy will be here soon so he’ll be able to help. Until then he just had to wait.

Yeah, like this was the best way to relax. He wasn’t doing anything. Okay, that was a positive, good!

To pass the time Eddie went through his wallet counting his money to make sure that he had enough to pay the permit guy. He even sang a little tune to himself. Oh, there was that picture he was looking for. Oh, and a bill that was coming up towards payment. Card, card, aw the picture he kept of himself and Richie.

Which reminded him, Richie was never to find out about this embarrassing incident. It was only going to go to one of his sketches.

“Hello? Mr. Tozier! Hello?” A voice called from outside.

Eddie had been stuck in the floor for so long that he was feeling the constraints of the floor against his chest. It hurt. “H-Help, pl-please!” God, he must have been going out of his mind because he startled giggling hysterically over the situation.

“Are you laughing at me? Nobody laughs at me! Forget about it!” Eddie heard papers ripping in half and then a revving car engine.

“No, no, please, don’t go! H-Help me!” Oh, he was going to kick his ass the next time he saw him!

Later that evening, a taxi pulled up to the house. Richie’s mouth dropped at the sight of the demolished place. The wood was falling off the house and there were gaping holes everywhere. Not to mention, a gigantic hole dug up in the ground was right in the middle of the entranceway. It didn’t even resemble a house!

“Wow, looks like a missile blew up here!” Ther cab driver exclaimed as Richie got out. He was lucky to get a cab after waiting for Eddie to show up for an hour. Worried that something may have happened, Richie told himself that Eddie must have fallen asleep. He was very tired as he claimed.

“The house will look great once it’s finished,” Richie told her somewhat tersely, getting out of the car. He was so tired from everything with the house that he yawned so many times during his own performance. Hopefully, his fans took it as a joke.

“You mean when it’s an exhibit?” That was the woman’s attempt at a joke as she cackled in this ugly laugh. She beeped her horn loudly.

The horn awoke Eddie who had fallen asleep in the hole. How long had it been? For hours he had no water, food, nothing!

Once he paid the driver, Richie went inside turning up his nose at the mess. What kind of construction workers did they hire? And he thought him destroying the staircase was bad enough.

“Eddie?” Richie called out, his voice echoing throughout the house. It was best not to wake Eddie, but he had to know if he was okay.

“Rich? Oh, Richie, thank God it’s you, man!” Eddie’s voice was raspy, stuttering his words. He was so out of it that he started laughing again, cackling like a hyena.

“Eddie?” Richie questioned, concerned. Oh dear, did he trip and fall. “Is that you?”

“Is it me? I’ve been trapped here for so long that I thought My Little Pony and her friends were having a tea party!”

Was he drunk? “Eds?”

“Are you going to keep shouting my name or are you going to come find me?”

“Eddie?” Richie called out again searching left and right, running through the living room. He didn’t even see the wiggling rug above his head, protruding through a hole in the ceiling.

“UPSTAIRS YOU DILLHOLE!” Eddie hollered, unable to stand any more of this.

Richie ran up the ladder. Uh, he never liked going up this un-sturdy ladder. They needed their stairs back, and now! “Are you okay?”

“No, I’m in a pickle!” Eddie called out not sure whether to laugh or cry at how ridiculous this situation was. He heard Richie’s pacing feet in the hallway. Barely able to turn his neck, he saw Richie peak into the room that he was in and then turn back out barely even searching the room for him. What a hero.

“Where are you?” Richie called out, pacing the halls.

“You’re very hot.”

“What? Eds, stop joking! Where are you?”

“I’m in the den!” Eddie called out, shutting his eyes tightly so as not to lose his mind. Too late.

“No, you’re not! I was just in there!”

“Richie, just come back into the den, I swear I am here!”

Richie sighed, slapping a hand to his face. “Eddie, I was joking around all night. I don’t need...”

“I’M RIGHT HERE, YOU ASSHOLE!” Spit flew out of Eddie’s mouth. He really didn’t want to shout again. He was cooped up so tightly to the point that he couldn’t breathe.

Finally, Richie retraced his steps back into the den, turning on the light. Eddie was hidden by this big chair but he could see the top of Richie’s head.

Richie placed his hands on his hips. “This game of hide-n-seek is really getting old, Eds.”

“I’m in the floor behind the chair,” Eddie said as patiently as he could.

Richie looked around the chair and found him. Eddie did a little sarcastic little wave. It didn’t take long for Richie to crack a smile.

“If I see you laugh...”

Richie cracked up, laughing like a donkey. He even pulled out his phone to grab a picture. Yup, this was definitely going in one of his shows.

“You’re a blanket burrito, Eds!” Richie fell to his knees crawling over to him.

Eddie rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “I’m a blanket burrito,” he repeated his disbelief. “I’m stuck in a carpet!”

Richie went to work trying to figure out how to get him loose. “How long have you been like this?”

“I don’t want to think about anymore, Rich. And you know what, tomorrow I am taking off work, marching down to that permit guy’s office and I’m kicking his ass!”

Right then, the carpet loosened and Eddie went falling down to the floor at least more than ten feet. Well, at least he was finally free.

#Reddie #The Money Pit #Eddie Kaspbrak #Richie Tozier #reddie fanfiction #it chapter 2 #it movie

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Roses are red, corpses are blue 🥀

Sound of water running

Sounds of skin being teared and bones cracking

Sounds of chewing

The blood was still warm and it kept on flowing and spilling at each of the weaker pumps of the dying heart my victim was holding in his chest, but not for much longer. His lifeless eyes were fixed in one far point of the ceiling, with a pale white cloud on them because of the deadlights. His skin was acquiring the same pale tone with every passing minute as I kept on draining his body, one big sip at the time.

Horrified eyes were watching the raw and bloody show in a petrified silence with only the sound of a panting breathing as background. A piece of cloth was doing its job nicely by muffling the desperate screams of my second victim. Her long charcoal like hair was all tangled around her face and her green irises were almost two lines because how much her pupils got dilated. My best guess was that her tears were blurring her sight, avoiding her to have a clear view at the macabre of my feast, which I didn’t care much. Sooner or later her fate would be the same as her male human partner, only difference was I would be a bit gentler with her pretty face just to keep it as a souvenir.

I looked up and saw the sun was beginning to crawl slowly to the holes. The weak rays of light will soon cover the surface above the sewers and I wasn’t that fond of taking walks under the heat, so I would spend the rest of the day hiding at the comfortable shadows of my lair, waiting for the night again.

The female human was still struggling with the knots around her wrists and ankles, doing her best to free herself from them, unsuccessfully though. The more she fought it, the sweeter she would taste in the end. I only needed to wait for her to get tired, as a wounded animal trapped waiting for the merciful death to put an end to its suffering.

Silence

Constant notes of absence of sound managed to fill the air bringing an apparently calm to the sewers and its endless tunnels. There was no more whining or crying coming from the female human. I took a distant look at her and she had definitely passed out. She was turning herself into a tasty midnight snack without even knowing.

My four pair of bright yellow eyes was dissecting her body beforehand, peeling the flesh of her bones straight to their core. The more I imagined myself swallowing her teared limbs the more I had started to drool.

Getting back to a human shape was easier than my real form. The process was the same and nonetheless I liked to be hanging around in said form, inhabit a clown like shape always got me closer to humans in a very particular way, especially with children. But not this time. This time I was starving and I needed something bigger to satisfy my seemingly never ending appetite.

The sun has begun hiding behind the trees and with it the whole town was getting ready to sleep and that was my favorite part of the day. Blending in among the shadows was my best disguise, like a chameleon hiding in plain sight. Using human’s worse fears against them was my finest weapon and physical contact was sometimes unnecessary, mostly with children. Lure them with delicious treats or toys were easy, they would fall for either of them as flies fall for honey. It got more interesting when I had to catch bigger prey for they weren’t that easy to coax and their instinct was also wary. Adults represented a whole challenge sometimes.

However this human female seemed she had never encountered such horrific things in her life since she was still being consumed by panic attacks and sickness. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was far from having experienced something bad and that was making her in some kind of a living toy. A handful of sorry and twisted nerves exposed just to my amusement. I was still elaborating how I would torture and scare her to get the best of her wayward mind, and to be honest, I was deeply enjoying it.

By the time she opened those emerald like eyes, I was already crouching in front of her. Still wearing my collar soaked in the blood of her friend, she couldn’t help but get sick again and tried to throw up. The gag in her mouth wouldn’t let her do such thing but the retches would surely come in quick so I decided she already had enough and removed it. I got closer to her face and with my clawed finger I moved away a lock of her black silky hair to a side. Her eyes were locked on mine and her fear was palpable yet she didn’t look away.

– If you behave – I whispered in her hear- I will let go of your hands.

She had a hard time swallowing but then she nodded as fast as she could without saying a word. My long and slicky tongue traced the curves of her chin and cheek before I kept my promise of releasing her wrists from the ropes tied strongly to a pipe. As soon as her hands were free she rubbed them vigorously to soothe the pain. I tilted my head to the sides several times and watched her movements carefully. Despite being scared shitless I must admit she remained calm admirably.

Not being a possible threat, I decided to release her feet but taking some precautions anyways. I tied a rope to her neck long enough for her to have some freedom, nonetheless, she will still remain tied up to one of the walls since I didn’t trusted her completely, at least not yet. First time alone she cut the rope and ran away to which left me no other choice but to punish her harshly. Second time she made it far enough for me to shorten the rope a couple of feet and whoop her ass badly. After that day there was no third try.

– ¡You are such an asshole, Penny! – I heard her yell across the room and couldn’t help but laugh at the frustration in her voice.

– ¿What's the matter, little creature? – I answered back with my retarded typical tone of voice making fun of her crankiness-. Thought you would want to taste something new.

– ¡Go to hell! – She replied even more angry throwing the bag at me-. You know how much I hate raw meat, Penny.

I took what was inside the bag and eat it in one bite. She looked at me and I could see an exponential fire growing inside of her big enough to burn all Derry to the ground. I got used to her bad temper bursts after being living together for almost a month but she still couldn’t get used to my food pranks from time to time. She being annoyed was one of the moments I liked her the most, how the wrinkles took place in her forehead and that slight change in the tone of her eyes was delicious. It was like she was transforming herself into a wild animal and that, to be honest with myself, got me a little horny.

First time I tried to get close to her in a more intimate way she rejected me by scratching one side of my face with such fiercely strength that almost took my eye out. Needless to say that very same day we had a bit of a bloody battle along the tunnels to see who was the most feral of us two. Also needless to say she ended up pinned against the floor and being fucked hard. After that afternoon she knew that every time I wanted to release myself inside of her she would have to agree to my basic needs, otherwise I would unleash the beastly side on her without caring too much the later outcome.

The days passed by and she got more used to me and my mood swings which ended up being a good thing for both since now she would understand me, me without saying a word sometimes. We became, basically, into a couple of animals with the only needs of eating and fucking; last thing started happening quite often which I wouldn’t complain about. It was like some kind of symbiotic relationship in which both would get what we wanted.

Seasons would hide peculiar features that would also affect, in some way, my little prey’s behavior. I would start discovering them later on that year and things would get even more interesting. Spring season would become like some kind of mating season, as many mammals had, and during that time she would go after me and offer herself to me without hesitation. She would just want me inside of her as many times possible, leading the rhythm or not, being up or down or in any new position she could come up with. Autumn would be the season in which she would avoid me by any means but when cold days started to show up, she would finally seek for my warmth once again.

One night, with a clear starry sky above our heads, she came closer and curled up next to me, wrapping her skinny arms around my chest in some kind of hug, rested her head on me and sighed. I could sense something unusual in her that night but wouldn’t dare to speak; oddly, I was feeling comfortable with that. Then, softly between mumbles, I heard her say:

– I'm starting to like you, Penny – she hid her face in the hollow of my neck-. I'm starting to like you a lot…

I still don’t know what it moved inside of me, all I know is how that made me feel.

@infptarius Enjoy!

This might be my last short story for now

#pennys thoughts #pennywise #short story

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rnufharose · 4 years

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Chapter 18

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Warnings: Brief sexual themes.

︻デ═一 ♥

Ilsung kept his hands on the steering wheel, eyes glued to the road ahead as the lights of Seoul came closer and closer. Neullie... where did you go? He wondered as he pushed on the accelerator, going slightly over the speed limit.

"Slow down, will you?" Minsoo asked gently. "I'm sure she's fine. She's probably with Namjoon and the others. They wouldn't let anything happen to her."

"I just have this bad feeling," the blonde male spoke solemnly. He couldn't shake this thought that the girl was in danger. He recalled back at the funeral how there was one person who wouldn't stop looking at her.

The guy looked cold and deadly, his gaze so intense like he was murdering Haneul with his eyes. He didn't want to think the worst but it he was in the city and looking for her, she could be in grave danger.

"Look, I know full well of the crime that goes on in the city," the older woman said to him. "But trust me when I tell you that Neullie won't put herself in danger like that. She left that house because she couldn't stand to live there with memories of that night. It probably scared her to the point where she needed to find a new place to live."

"But she left me!" Ilsung choked, tears brimming in his eyes. "I've been waiting for so long... I thought that maybe she would open up to me, that maybe she would let me take care of her! But I'm nothing more than a friend to her..."

"You can't just force her to like you," She began. "Ilsung-ah... Neullie cares for you a lot but I'm sure she'll tell you how she feels when the time is right."

"If she truly cared, she wouldn't have left!" He spoke bitterly, and Minsoo glared at him, her brows knotted, scolding him.

"Now that's not fair. Why don't you put yourself in her shoes before you even think about that?" She inquired.

He chose to stay silent, anger pooling within him as he continued to drive. He listened to her scoff, grumbling about how he never listened, and Ilsung released an exhale, driving onto the bridge that lead to the main city.

I'm going to find you, he affirmed. And I'm taking you home.

︻デ═一 ♥

Long, slender fingers ran along her skin, his lips pressed against hers passionately and lovingly. She could make out his face in the low light of her bedroom, eyes fluttering shut when he proceeded to press kisses along her neck. Haneul released a sigh, turning her head to expose the skin of her neck, and Sehun obliged, leaving several love bites along the supple skin.

He played with the buttons of her shirt, pulling the silk material off her small shoulders, all the while pressing his knee between her thighs, making her center hot and heavy with need.

"Sehun," Haneul breathed, her cheeks turning a soft pink, and the raven-haired hitman looked at her through his long eyelashes, his gaze so intense she couldn't look away.

He continued to press more kisses along her collarbones, just above her breasts which were carefully cradled within her bandeau bra, growing impatient with the silk prison that hit her exposed flesh from him. Sehun wanted to take in all of her, drown in her intoxicating scent, feel her warmth, drink the pleasure that looked between her legs, the tent in his slacks growing tighter, his clothed cock pressed against her thigh, eager to be inside her.

Haneul wanted him just as much, the heaviness between her legs increasing, her underwear soaked through, and her jeans would be no different in minutes. Without a second thought, as he proceeded to take off her bandeau, she reached for his belt and—

She woke up with a start. Haneul stared at the ceiling of her room, her breath labored and her skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her face was hot, her hair splayed along the pillow in silky tangles, and there was soft pulsating between her legs, the heaviness not so prominent but there was no doubt her underwear was stained with her premature arousal.

Dammit, she thought as she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. How could I have such a dream? If Halmeoni was alive and she found out I have such thoughts, she would be disappointed with me...

Haneul got out of bed, grabbing a pair of jeans and a white shirt before taking a quick shower. She stripped out of her camisole and jogging sweats, stepping into the warm stream to clean herself up and possibly free herself of the thoughts that possessed her. What am I doing?! She wondered. How could you ever suggest falling for him?! You're such a fool, Haneul! She grabbed washed off the soap from her skin, and when she was clean, she stepped out and grabbed her towel to dry herself off, getting into her clothes.

When she exited the washroom, fully clothed with her hair still tangled, she spotted Sehun in the kitchen, wearing a white button down with the ends tucked into his slacks and his sleeves rolled up, the first button undone. Around his slim waist was a navy apron, and his hair was in a comma style.

Oh no, Haneul's eyes widened, standing place, and he turned around with a smile. As if he wasn't attractive enough already, he had to make it worse.

"I was wondering when you would get up," Sehun chuckled. "You must have been tired after that long drive last night. I thought I might surprise you and make breakfast."

"B-Breakfast?" She asked with a confused tone, stammering a bit.

"I'm not the best cook, but I can't have you doing all the house chores," the raven-haired male replied, his eyes turning to crescents when he pointed at her hair. "Better dry your hair before you catch a cold, Neullie. I can't have my little roomie getting sick!"

"All of a sudden...?" She mumbled. It was odd to her seeing him cooking. Usually, Sehun would hole himself up in his study and she would be the one cooking for them. How tired was I last night? "You could have just woke me up, and I could have cooked..."

"Nonsense!" He protested. "We're roommates so that means we have to take turns. I can't have you doing all the work."

She winced slightly with discomfort when the omelette rolls he was making broke apart, turning into a mess of scrambled eggs. Haneul was about ready to jump in and take the serving chopsticks from his hand, but the moment she laid eyes on them, her thoughts began to wander.

His hand was big with long fingers and visible veins, and she imagined them running along her skin and making her shudder, lighting up her nerves like fire crackers during the Lunar New Year.

Her chocolate gaze darkened, trailing up his arm, which flexed slightly, the imagine of sweat running along his skin as he grabbed onto her.

There was something so attractive about his broad shoulders... hovering over her, covering her petite frame, encasing her in his warmth.

His button down clung to his torso perfectly, accentuating the rippling build of his lithe frame, the thought of taking it off and running her hands along his taut muscles making her heart race.

His neck... his Adam's apple which bobbed slowly when he swallowed... his lips, so soft as they trailed sultry kisses along her neck... the dart of his tongue as he licked them, tasting her skin, soothing the love bites he left behind, moving down until he was—

"What the hell?!" Haneul blurted out suddenly, making Sehun jolt, the omelette rolls splattering onto the floor. As if her cheeks weren't hot enough, their temperature increased once that wave of embarrassment hit her. "I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, running to clean up the mess. She didn't mean to make him jump like that.

Sehun watched her curiously as she grabbed several paper towels and cleaned up the mess, her frantic expression and red cheeks not going unnoticed by him. The hitman knelt before her, inspecting her features for a moment before asking, "Neullie... are you okay? Your face is pink..."

"I'm fine," she assured him, but she tended immediately when he touched her forehead with the back of his hand.

"You sure? You're hot... you don't have a fever, do you?"

She pushed his hand away gently, having cleaned up the mess successfully, throwing the paper towels and omelette into the trash can. "I'm okay, really. I'm just... a little shaken up this morning..."

Shaken up, huh...? Sehun thought as he closed the stove, making his way toward her, and she turned around, she gasped at their close proximity. Once again, her face lit up a bright pink.

"S-Sehun... move please...?" She asked gently, averting her gaze. "Wh-Why don't I cook now? Y-You broke the omelette rolls and—"

"What a cute blush you have" He spoke, his voice deep and raspy, his dark eyes boring a hole into her, watching as she clutched her heart, stepping back, only to bump into the counter. Sehun placed his hands on the surface, trapping her between himself and the counter, leaning forward slightly. She has nowhere to go now... "Don't tell me I'm the one doing this to you?"

"Uh," she made a sound, her heart threatening to jump out of her chest, and as much as she wanted to run away, he wasn't letting her.

"You're so pretty when you smile," he marveled. "Even more so when you're cheeks are pink... are you thinking of me, perhaps?"

She stuttered, blinking several times before protesting, "N-No! Sehun, what's gotten into you?!"

He didn't answer, merely staring deep into her eyes. She could hear the sound of her heart as it beat in her ears, throbbing in her neck, and no matter what she tried, he wouldn't move. Haneul inhaled, the scent of his musky cologne and the underlying traces of bubble tea spreading within her, making her dizzy. She held her breath, wondering if she should have just locked herself in her bedroom for the morning, then maybe she wouldn't be blushing like a giddy school girl right now.

After a moment, Sehun pulled away, his eye smile returning, and he crossed his arms, "I'm just teasing you, Neullie... now, go brush out your hair. You don't want to get sick." He turned around, going back to cooking, and she released the breath she was holding.

She walked away from the kitchen, smacking her cheeks several times, trying to keep her composure. "What was that...?!" She asked, not once looking over her shoulder to glance his way. She feared if she did, her dark thoughts would return. "Better dry my hair..." she said, hoping getting ready for work would distract her from what had just transpired.

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Gamer's Debt (Short Story)

"Crap, all I wanted was the gold chest so I can buy some extra lives. If I don't get any more extra lives, I'll lose all my gold when I die. How am I supposed to win if I have to pay for every damn thing?" Joden stepped down the ramp of his Blourgan cruiser and surveyed the alien landscape. It was barren except for the remains of a small village that he had just annihilated with a two-ton necro-missile.

"That's life. People are generally selfish, impatient, and insecure. Game companies use these weaknesses to motivate players. Maybe you shouldn't have blown up the village, is all I'm saying." The pilot of the cruiser, Jershamalama, spoke through his comm.

"But how does anyone get the hell out of this game if they can never win? I've been stuck in this hell hole for thirty days! My body’s back in the real world, rotting away.”

"Hey, you wanted to play, didn't you? Maybe if we travel to a non-npc sector we can trade off some of this junk we get every time we kill an enemy.” His pilot stared at him from the cockpit.

Joden looked back, “I feel like a slave. That garbage is only worth a pinto cent. It’ll take decades to get to the end game. And besides, that's if we can take off with all that junk. It'll take us a few hours to get back into the atmosphere. It's like a Fetch-22."

"You mean a fetch quest?"

"Yeah, something like that." said Joden taking out his cent-o-meter. It consumed his health bar as it scanned the surrounding sector. His eyes darted around his visor interface, looking at all the blips and bubbles that pinged. “I wish I could afford the Super Hyper Gold Jetpack that all the booster players use.”

“They only release that on the first Wednesday of every other month with a sign-on fee, an option to buy stocks in EternaEntertinament, a monthly fee, a mental evaluation, and maintenance fees when your able to grab it from one of the random places it spawns, like the Hell planet Infernum or the planet Madness Descent. Plus, I hear they only give you like a 3 second jump.”

“What?!” He nearly tripped over a crumpled alien body. “You can’t be serious. My mom’s going to kill me. I told her I was going to school. I figured I could just sign up for a few games, try my hand at Galactic Teamslayer, and be back at the rent-a-plex by nine. That was a month ago!”

“Relax. They won’t even notice you’re gone. Most parents have been sucked into this new thing called Binge Child Raising. EternaEntertinament created it too. It’s a simulation where adults can raise children and not have them become reclusive, angst-ridden failures. They’re really gouging everyone for money, real and fake, young and old.”

Joden was too focused on the horizon where a few blips were going off. They were purple, which meant that they were low-value targets. Everything seemed to be purple. “I never asked--how long you been here?”

“You shoulda seen it when it was it first came out. The servers would never load and you had to sit there, in the darkness, watching a timer run out as they patched their simulation. It was like holding your breath under water.” The pilot sucked his teeth. “Hang on a sec. Have to rate the game again—after this ad.”

“Yeah, I hate doing this every hour.” The astronaut picked up a child’s toy from the clutched hand of a sloblarian. “Wonder what this is worth. I heard that we used to play with things like this, not just video games where you pay to win. Up, hang on a sec, got an ad playing.”

Joden’s reality changed. He was sitting on a park bench. A duck came up to him, honking and pulling at his pants. The countdown to the end of the ad appeared in his peripheral. It quaked and quaked until Joden threw down a few coins to skip it.

Back in game world he was still holding the toy. He threw it down with distain and a lack of remembrance for such physical trifles.

He was then asked to rate the game. He voted as he always had, giving it a one-star out of three. There was a chime and a message: “We’re sorry you’re not enjoying your time in our game world. Perhaps if you were more openminded and understanding of the fact that you may not always get what you want, you might have a better experience with our merchandise. Please lower your expectations. Thank you.”

Joden coughed to drown out the message he had heard a hundred times. “I’m so tired of game companies stealing from us. Don’t they realize that it’ll only make the game suffer?”

“Yeah,” responded the pilot, “let’s go steal something.”

“I’m so tired, Jersh. I just want to go somewhere where we can kill an alien race and grind their bones into dust. What’s so wrong with that?”

“If you only knew, kid. On its launch the game world wasn’t even finished. Eterna used the gamers to construct most of the planets using the build-and-play incentive. Those gamers signed a contract that said that they had to make at least four hundred ‘products’ before they could actually the game. They called it the ‘fix-it-later’ release. The products they were referring to was one galaxy. Those designer gamers are probably still waiting…”

“Four hund--?” Joden held up his fist to the pilot, who had been watching from the ship’s windshield. “That’s extortion!”

“Welcome to the world. They get away with it because it’s a game world. You can do anything in the game world like gambling, murder, blackmail, forced labor, and forced sodomy. Nothing’s real so nothing matters.”

The astronaut had disembarked about five hundred meters from the ship. Steam bellowed from its worn exhaust. “Why did you call me kid? How old are you? I mean I know you have the same avatar as me…”

“Age doesn’t matter either. Yeah, I couldn’t afford the customizations either.” Jersh tapped his helmet. “So, I guess we both have the same face.”

“And same weapons, gear, armor, boots, ships, weapon skins, and abilities.” He noticed a large oval blob on his visor’s HUD. It was moving closer behind a small series of stone pillars.

“Oh no, I have the blue-skinned Rigormortis rifle. It’s got this badass blue stripe on the side. Cost me 20,000 gold, 200 platinum, and 4 of my lifesaving’s accounts. If I didn’t have this stripe, I’d probably go insane or worse, color blind.”

“Shut up, dude. Something’s coming. I think it’s a surviving sloblarian. I hear they get angro really quick. I don’t want to die here, man. I never bought a 600-gold resurrection pack. It’ll take sixty days to load back in…”

Jersh responded, sounding distracted, “You’re fine. Just cap it in the head or something.”

The purple blob was twenty meters away. If it wanted to attack it would have to come out into the open and charge him. He could tell there was movement but it was more restless than threatening. Joden took out his rifle and fired at the rock tower. The gun exploded in his hands, sending his obliterated fingers in multiple directions.

“Ah damnit! I forgot about the maintenance fee!”

The figure bounded from the pillar and slunk slowly towards the enemy astronaut. It skulked across the yellow, Phallusian sand with its omni-dexterous flippers. Arriving to the hunched-over human its tugged at his spacesuit and motioned for him to come closer.

“Gross dude, it wants to talk to me. What should I do?” The rounded head bobbed up and down like a rubbery ball. It seemed to be injured or at least miserable.

Joden heard distinct crunching noises emanating from the pilot’s mouth. “IDK. Step on it I guess.”

The polymorphous blob at his feet opened its crevice-like mouth and appeared to gasp for air. But it wasn’t gasping. It was whispering. He leaned down and listened.

“Dunk…prrray…Donk pppreeeey.” It was saying, and gargled as its lips flapped. “Doooonnk plllaaaaay. Chooose nut to pprraaaaay. Fyind sumting essl to do wilth yourg tyhme.”

“Oh, hell no!” shouted the man, as he squashed the creature’s face with his boot. It was like stepping on a water balloon filled with pebbles. He looked at where his hands used to be and screamed into the sky. “What does it all mean? Why do I always have to be punished! I’ve been in the same place for too long!”

"It's not good to live in a dream.” More crunching came from the ship. “You sometimes forget what life is like."

Virtual blood splashed onto the dry dirt from his nubs. A few splatters mixed with the alien’s internal fluids. The reflective pool at his feet showed his avatar’s face, the same face of his pilots. He searched rapidly for any signs of wealth or material possession. There was nothing but ooze and viscera. Tattered cloth around the dead alien’s head was smushed and torn.

He turned toward the ship with a look of bewilderment. “How many gamers are trapped here? We can’t be the only ones. This game isn’t anything like what they advertised. They lied to us! Who would want to be stuck in this perpetual nightmare of pay-to-play, pay-to-build, pay-to-live, pay-to-pay mechanics?”

“I don’t think you get it.” The pilot was still eating. “Companies do this to consumers because consumers let them. The general belief is that consumers are very smart but when’s the last time you heard someone say: ‘I won’t buy that because it goes against my code of ethics?’ None, no one’s ever said that. People like spending money. It’s in our blood. Its our nature to trust rich people. They seem to have all the right answers even when they don’t. They make the truths that we all follow. Besides, how could they get all that money if they had bad intentions.”

Joden used his character’s remaining strength to rush back towards the Blourgan cruiser. He felt a draft of air coming in the direction of the ship, and heard the engine roaring to life. “What the hell are you doing?”

The mercenary vessel hovered three feet off the ground and its nose pointed at the runner. Its pilot could be seen through the windshield, “Sorry newb, you’re becoming to be a real downer.”

“I thought you were my friend!” he whimpered, his nubs heaving back and forth.

The ship elevated to ten feet. “None of us are really friends. We’re all just trying to make a living. And I need one more kill for the Slayer Award. We’re all just numbers.”

As he came to the plateau where he had disembarked, he held up his invisible hands to shield his face. “I just want to go home! I just want to go home.”

A cybersonic laser beam burst from the cruiser’s forward cannons. He felt the hot bathing light of the beam and then felt nothing at all.

“I can’t get out…I can’t…” He awoke in darkness. A screen appeared that read the same message he received hundreds of times, “You have died. Looks like you have low gear and feeble weapons. Would you like to buy a booster pack?”

“No.” he responded.

“A looter box?”

“No!”

He said the same words over and over before. The message continued, “You have elected to refuse game-provided assistance. This is a poor decision. In order to continue gameplay without using game-provided assistance please insert thirty-seven-point-one resurrection tokens.”

He wanted to cry but said, “I don’t have any.”

The automated voice paused and spoke again after popping up a sixty-page form. “Well that sucks. In order to continue please complete the loan agreement in front of you. The loan is for $6,000. Sign here, here, and here.”

Joden lowered his shoulders and looked at his current debt. It read: “-387,000.” He breathed out, collapsing his chest, and grew red-faced. “No!” he shouted.

There was another pause and the form disappeared. For several moments there was darkness and silence. “Very well.” The automated voice returned. “You have chosen reincarnation. Goodbye.”

“No!” he screamed defiantly. “No!”

Then, all of a sudden, he felt strange. He looked out through oddly-colored eyes. His hands had returned but they had three fingers instead of five. When he tried to speak, he could only gasp through what felt like a straw. The sand that he walked on grew hardened in his webbed feet. An alien girl danced toward him, carrying a toy. She hugged him with pencil-thin arms and turned towards the sky. Tattered robes fell along his arm and he patted the girl’s head. He looked up, to where the girl was gazing and saw a massive fireball break through the atmosphere. A necro-missile came out of the fiery plume, heading straight for their small, stony village.

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