#kinda serves you right for wanting to eat his master

[emichiis]

pov : you are the 100 th demon the pilgrims encountered this afternoon

#he mad mad #jttw wukong #jttw art #JJTW #sun wukong #jttw #run for your lives #kinda serves you right for wanting to eat his master #ngl

[midnight-pluto]

ROUND 2 : PG.00 — well shit

ROUND 2: dazai osamu x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: When you decided to attend Chuya's volleyball game, you didn't expect to see a familiar face. A face of someone you thought you would've never seen again; what's more annoying however, is seeing said face repeatedly.

TW: talks of a successful suicide

round 2 master list || next

OCTOBER 18 ; 18:07

IN ALL HONESTY, you were just there for the fact that you all were going to get ice cream afterwards. What you expected was for your team to win, everyone congratulates Chūya, then you both drive to get ice cream.

Your expectations came true, for the most part. Chūya's team won, but when him and other teammates were celebrating you catch a glimpse of a face you had presumed to have died.

Dazai Osamu. Now grown compared to the boy had once knew, still giving the same shit eating grin to a pissed off friend — not a mutual one this time.

Eyes locked onto him, afraid he was going to disappear on you like he had before, Chūya gently slaps your arm to get your attention, "What're you looking at?"

You simply point in the brunettes direction, still unmoving.

"What the fuck?" his eyes widen, two pairs of eyes now locked onto a man they haven't seen in three years.

A man they once knew.

His grin fell as he turned towards your direction, but there was nothing to be seen where you both once stood. "Huh, I swear I felt someone staring at me."

"What're you on about this time, Dazai?" the blond man raised a brow, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Don't worry about it, it’s no longer a matter that’s important to me,��� he replied.

“You’re not as edgy as you think when you talk like that.”

Your grip on Chūya's shoulder loosened, as you both slowly turned towards each other. "There's no fucking way that was him," Chūya muttered.

"And here we thought he actually succeeded in killing himself," you huffed out, "Of course he wouldn't be lucky enough for that to happen."

"Well, I guess our night's been ruined," he sighed, kicking his shoes against the gravel, "And you teleported us without letting me change out of my uniform."

"Did you want him to see us or not?" you ask, looking at the frustrated expression on his face.

"I doubt he'd do anything in the first place," he rolled his eyes, "Clearly he wanted to cut all ties with us and start fresh at another school, don't know how he'd manage that with how popular he was here."

"I guess he did grow taller and doesn't have a broken arm this time around," you shrug, amused at Chūya's eyebrow twitch at the mention of height. "Still has that insane look in his eye though, don't know how anyone can miss that.”

Chūya sighed, "Well, people are dumb. Now I'm gonna go change." As he begun to walk away he felt your eyes trailing on his figure, "Don't worry! I'll be back in under ten minutes, you won't be waiting long."

"Good," you say, not loud enough for him to hear though; you didn't feel like shouting right now. Unlocking your car, you hop into the drivers seat and went on your phone as you wait for Chūya.

'SHIT SHIT SHIT shit! Why would those guys be here of all places? To make themselves feel better? That’s actually kinda pathetic… Are they seriously glaring at the back of my head right now?’

Sitting in the booth by yourself, you swallow another serving of ice cream down your throat, pretending to observe the color changing spoon that you were given.

‘Ah yes, the spoon is changing from pink to blue. How cool.’

Tasting the remaining ice cream left on the spoon on your tongue, you glance behind you to see if they had moved and meet Dazai’s eyes.

He was standing behind his friends admiring all the ice cream flavors, his face blank as he continued his make-shift staring contest.

Your eyes widened slightly, but your gaze slightly hardened noticing the intense look in his eyes. You shift yourself so your legs are no longer hiding under the table; ready to get up if he wants to try something.

“Dazai! What flavor do you want?” a voice interrupted, but failed to shake his gaze.

“Cookies n’ cream.”

“Okay!”

A few more moments passed and the frown you initially wore didn’t change, the only thing that caused you both to break your gaze was a white-haired boy handing Dazai his ice cream.

Unbeknownst to you, the brunette looked back only to be met with the back of your head.

You continued to munch on your now somewhat melted ice cream as you could hear footsteps approach your booth.

A sigh made you look up to see a familiar redhead sitting across from you again, “What were you even trying to do there?”

“What do you mean?” you tilt your head as Chūya scooped his ice cream into his mouth.

“That staring contest you both did. Hella weird,” he elaborated.

“The bitch was staring at me and I ain’t no pussy so I stared right back,” you shrug, “Shit, I finished my ice cream.”

STICKY NOTES:

im trying my best to not unintentionally make this an enemies to lovers

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#round 2 - dazai osamu 🪞 #dazai smau #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x gn!reader #dazai x gn reader #dazai osamu x you #dazai osamu x y/n #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #bsd smau #bsd x gn reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd x reader

[aanoia]

Reunions and Goodbyes

Peter Quill x reader

Summary; after your best friend disappeared you made a name for yourself with the help of the Avengers, what happens when you accidently find said best friend again? But in space?

Words; abt 1,300

Warnings; death 😋, not proofread

I kinda hate this but kinda love it but kinda want to burn it at the stake. Yk?

Btw yalls can manipulate metal, like magneto, but cooler

Requests are open! Requests are welcome and encouraged! (Pls I'm desperate) Fandom list is my pinned post! (REQUEST SOMETHING, ANYTHING, LEAVE ME A CUTE NOTE, PLEASE IM SO BORED WITH LIFE RN🙏🙏)

“We might uh, um turn! Turn! Turn!” Peter P. said as the ship ran into a demolished building, causing the whole thing to shake.

“Oh Lord.” I mumbled under my breath forcing a piece of metal to lower itself in front of me and steadying myself. Peter P. grunted as we crashed onto the ground, Stephen doing his best to steady us.

The ship came to a stop and I took a breath of relief, letting go of the metal as Peter P. hung upside down on his web.

“Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something and I eat one of you, I’m sorry.”

I shook my head with a laugh.

“I do not want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip, you understand?”

“Uh, he’s just trying to tell us someone is coming.” I warned and Peter P. nodded.

“Thank you, Y/n.” He thanked me as a little metal ball rolled in between us. In just a moment it exploded, sending us backwards. I grunted as I hit the ground and looked up to see two red eyes coming in from the fog, followed by silhouettes of other people.

A big one yelled and threw knives at Stephen, who blocked them with his shield, making the man scream in anger before getting tackled by Cape. The one with red eyes began shooting while flying up in the air, Tony following after him, his mask now on. Tony shot a blast at the guy who dodged it but ran into a piece of metal I placed next to him.

“Ah!” I heard Peter P. screech and I looked to him to see an alien girl leaning over him, her tendrils glowing. “Woah woah woah, please don’t put your eggs in me!” He shot her with webs causing her to yelp in surprise before the red eyed guy kicked Peter down.

Tony took Capes spot above the man as the guy with red eyes held onto Peter P. from behind, a gun pointed to his head. I held my hands up, hood covering my eyes as metal flew around me, aiming at both the red eyed and the big guy.

“Everybody stay where you are, chill the f out!” He brought his hand up and his mask retracted. I shivered as a sudden wave of familiarity filled my body. Do I know this guy? “I’m gonna ask you this one time, where is Gamora?”

“Yeah, I’ll do you one better!” Tony said as his mask also retracted. “Who’s Gamora?”

“I’ll do you one better, why is Gamora?” The big one said from beneath Tony. I looked at Stephen who looked just as confused as me.

“Tell me where the girl is or I swear to you I’m gonna french fry this little freak.”

“Woah, watch your tone there, man.” I told him, waving the metal in the air. His eyes flashed with something unrecognizable, but I ignored it.

“Let’s do it. Shoot my guy and I’ll blast him! Let’s go!” Tony threatened.

“Do it Quill! I can take it!” The big man said and my stance faltered. Quill?

“No! He can’t take it!” An alien looking girl I didn’t even realize was there yelled.

“She’s right. You can’t.” Stephen said calmly.

“Oh, yeah? You don’t wanna tell me where she is? That’s fine! I’ll kill all four of you and I’ll beat it out of Thanos myself!” He pushed the gun harder against Peter P.’s head. “Starting with you.

“Wait what?” Stephen asked. “All right, let me ask you this one time. What master do you serve?”

I snorted, “What is he supposed to say, Jesus?” I said as red eyes guy said the same thing, just with “I” instead of "he.” He looked at me with wide eyes.

“Woah, weird.” Peter P. mumbled.

“Wait, you’re from Earth?” Tony asked.

“Not from Earth, I’m from Missouri.”

“Hey, that’s where Y/n’s from.” Peter said quietly, but apparently only I heard him as everyone continued talking. 

“Yeah, that’s on Earth, dipshit. What are you hassling us for?”

“Wait, so you’re not with Thanos?” Peter asked shakily.

Red eyed guy looked at Peter P. incredulously, “With Thanos? No, I’m here to kill Thanos. He took our gir- wait, who are you?” 

Peter’s mask retracted. “We’re the Avengers, man.” 

“You’re the ones Thor told us about!” The alien girl said and the red eyes guy looked at me in thought.

“You know Thor?” Tony asked.

“Yeah, tall guy, not that good looking.” Red eyes guy said, not breaking his gaze. “Needed saving.”

“Where is he now?” Stephen asked.

My metal dropped to the floor with a loud bang, making everyone jump.

“Y/n?” Peter P. asked and I lowered my hood, looking straight at red eyes guy with teary eyes.

I walked closer to him, my heart thumping heavily.

“What is it? Y/n?” Tony asked.

“Peter?” I whispered to red eyes guy who stared intently at me.

His eyes widened, “Y/n?” He whispered back.

“They know each other?” Peter P. asked Tony and Stephen who shrugged, just as lost as him.

I laughed in relief and tackled him in a hug, squeezing tightly as a few stray tears left my eyes. It had been years since I had last seen him. We were eight. He disappeared right after his mother died and I never fully recovered. It had been a while, and we were only eight and it was so dumb, but I loved him so much.

“I can’t believe you’re alive.” I said to him quietly, finally letting go to look at him. “What happened to you?”

“I was literally abducted by aliens.” he said and I laughed.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked.

“I know this guy. He’s a good guy.” I told him, not providing an explanation on purpose.

Tony nodded, knowing it was pointless to pry. I would tell him when I was ready.

“Okay, have your little reunion thing, I’m gonna make a plan.” He said and walked off with Stephen. 

“So you’re telling me that after you left you literally joined a superhero team with Captain freaking America?”

I laughed, “You work with a tree! And a racoon!”

“Speaking of, I hope you and Rocket get to meet. I feel like he’d like you.”

“I hope I can meet all of your new friends.”

Peter Q. grabbed my hand, “I’ve really missed you, Y/n. You’re the reason I almost came back to Earth so many times.”

“I’ve missed you too, Peter.” I said and he leaned in slowly. My eyes flickered down to his lips as fast footsteps came towards us.

“Y/n! Help! He’s gonna kill me!” Peter P. said, out of breath as the big guy, who I now know is Drax, ran behind him. I laughed loudly before looking back at Peter Q.

“Sorry, sister from another mister duty calls, Peter Q. Gotta go save my brother.” I said and stood up, quickly pressing a kiss to Peter Q’s cheek before running after Peter P. and Drax.

Bonus

“Peter! No!” I yelled with teary eyes as Peter Q. began turning to dust. I ran up to him, placing my hand on his slowly disintegrating cheek. “No, I just got you back!” I cried.

“I love you, Y/n/n.” he whispered before disintegrating. I cried harder at the use of the nickname he gave to me when we were si

I heard the other Peter cry and desperately beg for help, I turned around quickly, running over to the other Peter who was laying down while holding tightly onto Tony.

“No, not you too.” I said, holding tightly onto his hand.

“I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go.” He said over and over and I shushed him through my own tears, gently pushing his hair from his face.

“Shh, it’s gonna be okay, Peter. You’re gonna be okay, alright?” I said and softly hummed him his favorite song. The notes turned into sobs as he disappeared, not paying attention as yet another person I loved disappeared, leaving only Tony, Nebula, and I. All alone.

#aanoia #romance #peter quill x reader #peter quill #star lord #starlord #starlord x reader #star lord x reader #gamora #peter parker #spiderman #tony stark #stephen strange #dr strange #iron man #guardians of the galaxy #gotg vol 3 #gotg #gotg mantis #gotg vol 1

[ystrike1]

Shinobi Quartet - By Himuka Tohru (7/10)

It's blunt. It's loud. It's a yandere modern-day shinobi harem, and the writing feels flat in half the chapters. The setting is silly. The author tried to make it unique, but Chouko is annoyingly perfect. The only unique thing about this story is the yandere, who wins the harem fight to have the best master. The rich, cute and spoiled Shinobi Princess.

Wish fulfillment changes depending on the year. This story is 1000% teen daydream fluff from 2003 and you can't change my mind. Chouko is the daughter of a rich family, who are descended from famous shinobi. Chouko isn't even allowed to go to school without a bodyguard, even though she is powerful, because she is that rich. When she gets kidnapped she isn't even fazed. Regular crooks don't scare her.

The head of the harem and the obvious winner is Ujou. He is an extremely submissive yandere. Sometimes his behavior is presented as funny, but he is unhinged. He is also a privileged young man, who is destined to serve Chouko's family. It's a match made in heaven.

Chouko forgot Ujou, but they were friends as kids. The other boys do not stand a chance. Honestly I don't know why this is a harem. The other options really do feel like window dressing. Ujou has no flaws outside of being obsessed with Chouko, which is kind of his job. Even her family is mostly OK with the stalking...because he's a shinobi guard. It's kind of what he's supposed to be doing.

Chouko immediately makes a friend when she is finally allowed to go to school. It's not a regular school of course. She's too rich for that. Only the best shinobi heirs go there. It's a dog eat dog world where lower shinobi submit to masters from more powerful families.

Is this a problem?

Kinda but no.

Chouko always preserves the status quo. She is the rightful Shinobi Princess. She is willing to rough it with the peasants and wander around, but when there's a fight suddenly she's the boss in control of the battlefield. Chouko adores Kurumi because she had an isolated but spoiled childhood. She has always wanted girl friends. She kinda treats her harem like junk when Kurumi wants to hang out, and that particular gag is kind of funny.

The twin gag is not funny. I have to say it. The "twins" are usually the worst part of harems like this. Neither of the red twins feel like romantic interests at all. That would be refreshing. I want Chouko to have male friends, but um...it does feel like an error on the writers part. The brother complex thing has to die. Nobody likes it. Stop.

I've seen worse harems. I've seen less entertaining yanderes. Ujou isn't lying about being submissive or anything, and that makes him a rarer type of yandere too.

Be warned.

I downloaded the pretty color panel spreads but the art ain't that great. I love the coloring of these spreads, but the actual art is kinda boring.

This is Tsubaki. He calls Chouko onee-chan. He is not really a love interest option, again, and he exists to make her look strong and cool. It's honestly kind of funny how Chouko's female friends get more development than the shinobi boy crew.

He is an assassin who tried to kill Chouko, but she won him over with her coolness.

This is the other "crazy" character. He's also the doctor character, which makes him rather one note. When there's a medical situation he's in charge, but usually he's in the background. To the point where it gets funny. He's also a pervert...I guess...but that's not a personality trait...and Ujou is more flirty than he is. He's like diluted Ujou with white hair and a medical kit...He also quickly accepts that Chouko likes Ujou without a fuss....He also has magical prophecy powers...ok

Chouko solves Kurumi's romance issues, and family trauma, in like two chapters by the way. Chouko tells this guy, who is obviously in love, that he's probably in love and he freaks out. He thanks Chouko for showing him the light, and helping him accept his feelings...but lmao...she didn't do anything. She stated the obvious and after that she gets praised for an entire chapter.

I won't say this is bad. It's early 2000's wish fulfillment shoujo. One of the twins has a brother complex. You know what is up. We get it! Our heroine gets worship and praise every single chapter. She is the messiah that solves every problem, and when she's sick everything falls apart. Also they're ninjas I guess. I do respect the commitment to the yandere. The author doesn't even pretend that the other men have a chance.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #manga #shoujo #Shinobi Quartet

[violetsees]

LITTLE GAME AU: A WHAT-IF STORY

Y'all remember my Little Game AU? Yeah. Me neither. Anyway, here's a Little Game story I did for an English assignment that I'm kinda proud of as it's the most words I've written.

(Song that started this stupid AU)

THE BLACK KEY:

WORD COUNT: 2,381

Here we go:

Janus's dark eyes bore into mine. Yes, I know Janus isn't his name. It's Rose, but it feels like Janus fits him more. He's two-faced; he isn't a pretty rose. He's a nightmare, a freak—a beast in the shadows, waiting and waiting for the right moment to strike, to force his way to me by his Master's side and steal the hope I desperately cling onto. I know his game. I know what he wants. But does his cold counterpart want the same? No. Or so it seems. Rose stares at me, one arm hidden behind his back. His stare makes me uneasy, so I try to ignore him and focus on Holder, who's serving me a glass of unknown purple liquid. I take a small sip from the glass, worried it's poisoned. My hold is delicate as I am weak from chasing after Warren Davis for the last few days. I'm met with the surprising taste of grapes. It's grape juice, something I haven't had since childhood. Supposedly, it's Warren's favorite. I'm not sure why Holder mentioned that about his Master to me. I didn't pry. I don't care enough about Warren to want to know what he likes and what he doesn't. Holder is better than Rose. Rose lies, and Holder tells the truth. Unfortunately, sometimes it changes. I'm not sure how to feel towards these Butler twins. I don't like them. They bring me pain and suffering. 

I didn't feel like attending the feast Warren Davis set up for me today. I just didn't feel like looking at my captor and seeing him play with the ornate key, my only way to escape from this horrid mansion. He's cocky about it. Whenever I do come out to eat, which is becoming rare, he laughs, cracks jokes, and pretends we are good friends. Why would he do such a thing as no one but me, him, and his butler spies attend? I know the smiles he gives me are fake because they never reach his eyes. He makes me uncomfortable. So, here I am, in my bedroom with Rose and Holder. Rose is standing near the door, keeping his white-gloved hand on the wooden door. Warren sent them to drop off my food, and they did, as the silver tray was on my lap, but they were still around. Maybe they do like me.

"You two can, uh, go now. No need to stand around and watch me eat," I say, my voice meek. I laugh nervously. "You're both, um, dismissed," I say, trying to copy Warren to get them to leave. The two only listen to Warren's commands. They keep lingering. I look around my room, its blood-red walls a sort of comfort for me. My white candle is the only light in this grand room; its fire is dim, dying. I need to find a new one, but I'm unsure where I'll find another. I'll ask Misty, the living doll. She might know. Or I'll ask Madam Alice. Warren favors her, so he may have told her secrets about the mansion I can use to my advantage. Shadows dance on the wallpaper. They grasp each other and make themselves dip. They tango, shadowy black dresses sway. I try to eat. It's some sort of meat with vegetables and mashed potatoes. Who makes the food again? Warren? That's a very good question. The fact he pretends to care about me is sickening. This thought alone almost made me not want to eat, but I know I’ll have to. If I don't eat now, I won't be able to for days. Hell, Warren may even strap me down and force me to eat. He'd done it before when I first arrived. A mistake, it was, thinking about that day. I wish I never came. I wish I never stepped foot into this wooden prison. Now, here I am, playing hide and seek with Warren for eternity and getting fed every few days. Holder backs off, walking to his twin brother. He whispers something in Rose's ear and leaves the room. Rose comes closer. "I have something to give you, Jared," Rose said. His hand goes to his back pocket. I avert my eyes, grabbing the glass of grape juice. I sip while he searches. I almost spit out my drink when Rose pulled out a black key. What? "I, much like Holder, want to escape this place. But I and Holder can not as Master needs us." He stares at me like he always does. "So, I beg of you, please live in the outside world for us." He hands me the key. Its cool metal on my bare hand sends shivers down my spine. I shoved the key into my pocket. I'm terrified I'll lose it.

"Wha… How?" I ask. 

My eyes shrink. I make my way towards him, hopping off the bed and dropping the tray onto the floor. It spills. I grab his shoulders. 

"Why would you do that? He can hurt you. Won't he know?" I plead. Rose and I never had a good relationship, but the idea of someone putting their life in danger scares me. I wanted freedom. But I didn't want it to be given to me like this. I was hoping for a change of heart from Warren, even if it was hopeless. I didn't want this. Please let this be a joke, even if it's cruel. Please let this be a joke. Please let this be a joke. Please let this be a joke. Please let this be a… Please… I don't want this.

"It's okay," He admitted in a monotone voice. It's like his life isn't important to him when it is. All lives matter. His response to the idea of possibly dying is too calm. He forces my hands off his shoulders, his wavy blonde hair swaying with the movement. "It's okay." He repeated.

"No, no! It's not okay!" I yelled, not loud enough for others outside the room to hear. 

"Escape tonight. I'll distract him." 

He walks out, ignoring my pleas. I grab his wrist, but he keeps going. I dig my heels into the carpet and pull back, wrapping both hands around his wrist to keep him from leaving. His other hand shoots up from his side and drags my hands off him. The sound of my door shutting marked the end of our conversation.

Eight hours ago, I had that conversation with Rose. I pace around my room, worried and scared. I stop when I see the food on the floor. I forgot about that. I keep pacing. I need to stop walking as my legs burn, the embers shooting pain when I move. I'm tired. So, so tired. Another day of seeking and chasing. But my fate hangs heavy in the air. My mind is racing, moving too fast, I can't keep up with it. Will it go wrong? What will happen? I can't get over why he would do that. I don't understand, no matter how much I think it over. It's weird. I turn my head to the balcony window, the night sky a reminder of what I'll be doing. The moon shines brightly, white light blinding me. It seems Crescent is in a good mood. I look away. I can't stand it. The idea of the Moon-god being happy when I'm not irritates me. A knock on the door makes me jump. Who at this hour needs me? 

I open the door to see Misty, with her long raven hair and round pink glasses. What does the maid need?

She stands tall compared to me. Her fair porcelain fingers tug on the brown, white, and gray feathers of the duster. She seems antsy. Why?

"It's time."

"What?"

"Goodbye, Jared."

"I'm sorry?"

"I'll miss you."

She walks away, leaving me with more questions than answers. It takes me a few seconds to process what she said. Warren is distracted. I need to go. Now. I look around the room. I don't have much to take since I only bought the clothes I wore when I arrived. Warren forced me to change into the suit I have now. He made me slick my hair back. I'll quickly say goodbye to Madam Alice. I dash out and shut the heavy, dark, wooden doors of my bedroom.  

My footsteps thump against the crimson carpet. I search for the hall with Alice's portrait. It takes me a few more seconds to find it, these mansion halls are like a labyrinth. They all look the same, with the same potted plants, wallpaper, tables, and paintings. The walls seem to close in. I'm scared. I'm nervous. I need to go. 

"Alice?"

 I call out to an empty hallway. I have a feeling her painting is around here. I walk a bit and stop in front of an ornate frame. It's gold glistening. It's hard to see her. I should have brought my candle. I forgot to bring it in the heat of the moment, even if it was dying. My hand goes up to touch the frame. 

"I'm not sure if you're there, Alice, but I just wanted to say goodbye, for real this time." 

The silence is deafening. I keep my eyes on the painting. Madam Alice is a moving painting, but she sometimes leaves her frame. Her reason for leaving varies, but she mostly leaves because "standing alone for hours and staring at an empty hallway is boring."

"Jared?" 

She finally spoke. Her head peeks from the side of her frame, curious. She looks at me through the black veil that covers her eyes. She adjusts her hat. "Why are you saying goodbye? And what do you mean 'for real this time'?"

I stand on my tippy toes and place my hand inside the frame, trying to find her hand. She helps, placing her gloved hand in mine, long fingers intertwined. 

"I'm sorry, Alice, but I need to make this fast. Rose gave me the key so I could finally leave. I can finally escape." I smile. I let go of her hand and ran. She called out my name, but the call of the outside was louder. 

I pass by a room, the blood-red wallpaper the only thing I recognize.  The beautiful sound of a violin matches my panting, creating a bizarre symphony of instruments and humanity. I hear a tense talk when I press my ear against the door after curiosity gets the better of me: Two voices—both masculine. One voice sounds alien-like, and the other is more flamboyant and higher. Rose and Warren's voices. Rose sounds worried, contrasting with his usual confident and deceitful tone.

"Something is wrong."

"Nothing is, Master." 

"The house is saying something."

"Let's go back to practicing, shall we?"

"I'm already good at it."

The violin stops.

"Yes, but you can get better."

Shuffling and rustling of fabric. Hard thuds of footsteps against the wooden floor. It creaks. Warren's footsteps match the beat of my heart. I feel something wet run down my cheek. I place my hand on my cheek and pull back. Clear liquid. Sweat. I'm nervous. I should stop, but I can't. Footsteps stop. Sound of wood meeting wood. Warren must have set the violin down somewhere. Most likely a table. 

"What does that mean?"

Silence. Unease. Rose clears his throat. 

"Well… you are already good at the violin, but you can get better, do you understand?"

"I think."

"So… let's pick it up and play again."

"Sure."

This conversation was weird. I was thinking about how peculiar this talk was when it hit me. This is Rose's distraction. So I ran. If Rose loses Warren's attention, I'll lose my progress and the key in my back pocket. But it turns out Rose lost his attention after I ran. Warren had gone after me without me knowing. The walls are closing in. Shadows dance. Chandeliers fire flicker. My legs are tired. So tired. I take out the key. The front door is so close, I can see it. I see the dark outside from the small glass window on the front door. 

"Don't go!"

I hear from behind me. Huh? It's Warren.

 "Please, I need you," He spreads his hand towards me. Tears pour from under his red glasses. This is so odd. Why is he acting like this? I can't help but feel bad. 

"Jared…"

I stare at his tear-stained face. I feel dread. My head hurts. I feel the pain from behind my eyes. I raise my hand to ease the pain, but I stop. My hands go to shove the key into the hole to get out. I fumble with the key. 

"Please…" 

He's getting closer, and my heart pounds in my chest. My hands are shaking. Unlock. Unlock. Unlock. Unlock. Unlock. Unlock! I'm panicking. He's even closer.

"Please stay with me," He whispers. His voice is so soft. What's wrong with him?

"I don't want to die," 

That makes me stop for a moment. I look at him. He looked like a small child, terrified. His eyes are tiny. He's trembling. His gloved hand goes towards me. I'm uncomfortable. I unlocked the door and slammed it shut. I put my weight against the door, panting and taking in the fresh air I desperately needed. 

I'm met with the sounds of chirping birds, a lovely harmony. My back is against the door. The door's intricate design is digging into the skin of my back, so I pull away. It's over. It's finally over. 

Please don't let this be a dream… 

Please tell me I won't wake up in that mansion… 

Please… 

Please…

Charise!

I have to see my beautiful wife. After years of being apart, I deserve to be with her. I raise the key to eye level. Ire ran through my veins, so I threw it into the murky pond. I threw my black blazer into the water. I ripped off the green bowtie from my neck and threw it onto the floor. I raised my hands to mess up my neat hair. I scream. All the years of suffering had finally caught up to me. Waterfalls meet my hands. Sorrow and pain and… relief. Finally, freedom. 

I'll see you soon, Charise. 

(Comments and reblogs are appreciated! Especially specific ones hee hee)

#little game au (superjail) #warren little game au #superjail #the twins superjail #jared superjail #alice superjail #the mistress superjail #story writing #writing #Spotify

[starjane312]

Kit Tanthalos x OC

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Chapter 16

Apparently Jade is Scorpia’s sister. They start preparing a Feast. I look around, it's crazy. We get different clothes too.

I walk with Kit. Around us Bone reavers are Dancing.

J: That’s different. No stupid gowns. We can be us.

She smiles and grabs my Hand. We go and Stand by a Tree. when Boorman steps next to us.

B: You were ok with me getting Killed ?

J: Oh, please. The look on her face told me she wouldn’t Kill you. Maybe hurt you but kill you ? Nah. You have some sort of backstory.

B: I told you, everything would be all right. I have a plan.

S: Slaves of Galladoorn, conscripts of Nockmaar, outlaws of the Wildwood.

They start Cheering.

S: All we have ever wanted is our Freedom. That our Children would not live in Fear. They’d serve no master, Daikini or Troll or Crone. We have no Barrier to hide behind, no Army to defend us. All we have is the fear that our masks evoke, the determination to survive and Each other.

She grabs Jade's hand. I smile.

S: Today after Two hundred Moons, my sister has come Home.

They cheer for her.

S: She grew up in Tir Asleen, was fed lies about us and about herself.

Ok that makes me kinda sad

S: But tonight she is reborn bathed in the Love of her Family and the Values that we still fight for. Freedom, rebellion, passion, and Joy. To the break of Dawn !

They cheer. Then they give around Bowls with something inside. I look at Scorpia who nods.

K: What is it ?

B: I don’t know. Delicious-looking Fruit. Live a little.

He eats his and walks off. I look at Kit shrug and we both eat ours. It really tastes Weird.

J: That’s interesting.

We both laugh. The bone reavers start dancing. I start a drinking battle with one of the Bone reavers and when he falls off his Chair I win. The others cheer and Kit hugs me from behind. When I see Graydon without a beard I start Laughing.

J: Hey Baby face looking good.

He looks away Embarrassed. Me and Kit start dancing. My hand on her Waist, hers around my Neck. I see Jade on the side and pull Kit with me to her.

J: Hey.

K: How you feeling ?

Ja: Weird, but good. What about you ?

J: Also, weird.

Ja: That's Truth plums for you, I guess.

K: Those are what Plums ?

Ja: The truth plums.

J: Those fruits that were given to us ?

Ja: Once you eat them, it’s Impossible to be anything but totally honest.

K: Oh, right. We didn’t know that.

J: Guess now we do.

We nod.

K: So now you’re a …

Ja: Yeah. I guess. Still can’t quite believe it.

We chuckle.

Ja: Why did Sorsha lie to me ?

K: Maybe she thought she was protecting you.

Ja: Did you know ?

J,K: No.

K: But I suspected.

Ja: And you didn’t tell me.

J: Or me ?

K: Well, what was I supposed to say ? That I have a funny feeling that you might, in fact, be the very thing you vowed to destroy ? At best you would’ve thought I was Crazy and at worst it would’ve broken your heart.

Ja: Well, you’re certainly the expert on breaking hearts.

She walks off.

K: Jade, wait.

J: Why didn’t you tell me ?

K: You would have sentenced me Mad. 

J: You’re right. I’ll be right back ok ?

She nods. 

K: I need to think anyway.

J: Come to me when you’re finished Ok ?

She nods. I give her a kiss and walk after Jade.

J: Jade.

Ja: Don’t ..

J: I won’t protect her about that. She hurt your feelings. 

Ja: Did you think that too ?

J: No. I knew you were Different yes. But … That no. I’m happy for you.

She hugs me.

J: She’ll apologise.

Ja: Hopefully not now.

J: Nah. She lets you be angry for a time. She’ll come around.

She nods.

J: Wanna be alone ?

Ja: Yep.

I nod and go sit down. Someone sits down next to me. Toth.

J: Hi.

He hands me a beer.

T: You’re a feisty one.

I chuckle and take a sip. 

J: Nah I’m just protecting what's mine.

T: ‘S the princess your Wife ?

J: Not yet.

T: What are you waiting for ? She’s already Pregnant.

J: I dunno. The Right moment. ‘S not like we have many options out here.

T: You are here. And we throw mad Parties.

I look at him.

J: You would …

S: We have a Officiant.

I flinch and look at Scorpia.

J: Uh … I would in a Second but not Today. Todays about Jade.

She smiles. 

S: You’re good friends.

J: It’s also not up to me.

I take a look around for Kit. Who is currently talking to Jade. I smile.

T: What are you waiting for ?

S: Ask her. The worst thing she can do is say No. But considering how you look at each other.

I look in my Cup. Drain the rest and get up.

J: Ok I can do that. 

 I start walking then turn around.

J: Nope. 

Toth puts a hand on my shoulder.

T: Do it Kiddo or I will carry you to her.

 I start walking again. Kit and Jade look at me.

J: Hi. You good again ?

Jade nods.

J: Good. 

I turn to Kit.

J: Can we talk ?

She nods.

J: Alone.

Jade gets the message and leaves.

K: Is something wrong ?

J: No. God no. Uh … wow that is harder than I thought …

K: Jane ?

She lays a hand on my shoulder.

J: Will you Marry me ?

She looks at me confused.

K: Uh … you already asked me that ?

J: I mean tomorrow ? Like officially. Here.

She raises her eyebrows.

J: It’s Ok if you say No. I mean we’re in a Hurry and it’s not the best Timing and …

She kisses me. Then she leans her forehead against mine.

K: Yes.

I look at her.

J: Really ?

K: Yes Really.

I kiss her again. After a few hours. In which we danced, ate and had fun. The first retreat to their tents. Kit Yawns. 

B: Tired already ?

She nods.

S: I’ll show you your Tent.

We stand up and follow her.

S: This one’s yours. Sleep well.

J: You too.

#kit tanthalos #kit tanthalos x reader #kit tanthalos x oc #willow #jade claymore #aryk tanthalos #elora danan #thraxus boorman #graydon hastur

[nautiscarader]

Azure reunion - chapter 4

(Ao3)

"Go on, cum".

That was the only thing Misty was able to say before her lips closed around Ash's twitching cockhead. And a split of a second later, she felt the first pulse, together with a mighty roar from the Pokémon master as he came hard, flooding her mouth with a deluge of seed.

Misty felt the saLty, musky drink filling her mouth, overwhelming her senses, but she was determined not to lose a single drop of Ash's potency that kept coming with each jerk of his hips, his orgasm lasting far longer than she was prepared for.

But soon Ash heard an even more arousing sound as Misty began drinking his load, gulp after gulp, her eyes meeting with his again, which only prompted another, final wave of seed. And as if it wasn't enough, Misty finished her opening move with her tongue coating Ash's tip, ensuring that she got entirety of his powerful release.

With her lips still around him, she looked up, meeting his flabbergasted, wide-eyed expression,welcoming it with a satisfied smile.

"Not bad for a beginner, I thought you'd come the moment I-AAH!"

Misty couldn't finish her cocky taunt as Ash lunged himself to topple her to her back, his hands already on her thighs,while his lips sought hers.

"Uh, kinda yicky", he said after kissing her.

"You know you tell that to a girl that drunk your whole load, right?",she replied quickly, watching as his cheeks redden.

"Well, maybe I should do something similar…"

It was time for Misty to lose the ability to talk, as Ash unexpectedly suave proposition made words get stuck in her throat,letting only a quivering moan as he left a trail of kisses down her chest.

"If-if you want that-"

"YES, KISS ME THERE", Misty grabbed his black hair and pushed him further between her legs, paralysed by the second of fear that he might change his mind.

It took her a moment to realise how impatient she sounded, but by the time she did that, her lips were chanting Ash's name again as his fingertips slid between her folds collecting her liquid heat.

"L-looks like you're already pretty wet…", Ash smirked, marvelling at the afternoon sun reflecting in the droplets adoring her pink lips.

"That's what happens when you show up out all nowhere, all older and sexier, and surprise a girl who has been pining for you this all time…", Misty chuckled, trying to hide her jubilation at the sight of Ash Ketchum between her thighs.

"M-Misty, what should I-"

"Lick", she replied quickly, "And kiss. And suck. Just-just put your mouth o-aGH!"

She let out a sharp moan as Ash followed her words, his lips making contact with her pussy. His tongue lapped the juices between her folds, at first somewhat sheepishly, then with much more gusto, diving deeper with each lick.

But it was his grip on her thighs that made her shiver and moan more so that his tonguework. Ash might have been a novice when it comes to oral sex, but he certainly was a pro at sloppy eating… and the way he spread her legs exerting his dominance over her reminded Misty of countless meals they've had and the hunger with which he so often devoured Brock's meals after a day of adventuring. And the mere though of her pussy sharing that fate…

Misty let out a sharp cry as her back arched, and she pushed her crotch against his lips.

Ash wasn't sure what to do, but with Misty's fingers pointing, he quickly got the idea. From licking between her puffy folds, sampling each drop of her juices, served with her voice and thighs quivering, through gently sucking on them, it seemed he was hitting bulls-eye every time, even if Misty's hand in his hair had to correct him a few times.

She flex her legs against the blanket, arching her body as Ash's hands moved to her ass to support her, only fuelling her carnal desires. She babbled, moaning Ash's name, until his nose brushed her clit, sending a whole wave of pleasure and prompting her to point her thumb towards it.

"A-Ash! H-here!", she cried, mashing her finger against her delicate button.

"Do-do you want me to kiss it, or…"

"Kiss it, lick it, suck on it, just-just go to town on it!", she grabbed his hair and pushed his mouth against it, feeling his warm breath against her.

And next thing she knew, she was moaning whole incoherent tirades of praises towards him, as he licked her clit, responding to her list of commands. But only when he closed his lips on her, her realised why Misty has been so impatient…

The forest shook with her orgasmic cry that made her body tremble and twist before she became limp, leaving Ash with a present of her own in form a spray of her juices that coated his face, an effect neither he, nor the water-type trainer expected.

Misty collapsed onto the ground, her chest rising and falling with each aftershock of her orgasm, moaning her lover's name, before she met with his eyes again and the glazed face of his.

Though her legs were still shaking, Misty quickly jumped back to straddle Ash, her hands cupping his cheeks, her lips kissing his, sampling her own juices, as she hastened to positioned herself against his hard cock, while their kiss lasted and lasted.

But as his tip brushed her twitching folds, an important, if somewhat nagging thought crossed her mind, interrupting the desire that would have made her sank onto his cock already…

#pokemon #aaml #aamr #pokeshipping #nautiscaraderfics #lemon

[atopearth]

Butterfly’s Poison; Blood Chains (Chou no Doku) Part 2 - Hitoshi Fujita Route

Oh dang, so even if you choose Fujita, he can't go on the outing with Shiba because he's just a servant, so Yuriko still ends up getting kissed by Shiba! I don't like that😭 I like how Yuriko refused to take no for an answer and said Fujita must eat out with her next time haha. I guess she will have to be the forceful one since Fujita would never overstep his boundaries. Men who make warm drinks for the girl at night when she can't sleep or have no appetite are always the best!! It's funny because I had hot chocolate right before reading this so I can feel how warm it is haha! It's quite cute to see different sides to Yuriko. With Shiba, she's snarky and now with Fujita, she's a bit bratty that it's actually quite adorable haha. It was so cute how excited she was to go watch a movie with Fujita that she even said he's not allowed to refer to her formally and they're to hang out like friends haha, he definitely has his work cut out for him. It must suck to not be able to watch a movie comfortably if you're too short and people in front of you are too tall, I know the feeling for subtitled movies haha, but I get no Fujita who will carry me to see better lol. Considering how Fujita has been beside her for most of her life (I think?), it'll probably take both of them some time to see each other as something more. Feeling them at close proximity is definitely one way for that to occur haha. It's sad that Fujita enjoys spending time with Yuriko but feels like he shouldn't because they are master and servant. I was happy when he asked if there was any way he could help console her when her mother died though. I have to agree with Fujita that the Yuriko in this route really has boundless amounts of energy hahaha, the song definitely fits her, she's never ready to sit still when it comes to wanting to go out and play with Fujita and other things lol.

A common but sad story for Fujita's family that his mother fell in love with a sailor, gave birth and then got left behind when his father returned to his homeland. It's heartbreaking to think of the women left behind having to fend for themselves with a baby, it's probably even worse because Fujita's mother was rich but got disowned because of this. At least she was able to earn a living through teaching piano. It's kinda funny to think about a young Fujita who had such a sweet tooth that his mother had to hide sweets away from him and only give them to him as a reward hahaha. Well, if she says it like that (saying she would be all alone in this house if Fujita keeps treating her like a stranger), of course Fujita can't put her at a distance, especially since her parents passed away so quickly and suddenly, and Mizuhito is never here. It's really cute how Yuriko can so honestly act like a child towards Fujita and so innocently hug him in happiness because he agreed to talk more about himself to her. I think it's so endearing, and honestly, I would be so touched if I was Fujita. I think of myself as a boring person as well, so if I saw someone so genuinely happy that I agreed to tell them more about myself, I think I wouldn't be able to stop myself from feeling happy and appreciated too. Hahahah, I didn't expect to see Fujita in a frilly white apron! That's so cute lmao. The Nomiya family really are so blessed to have Fujita as their butler. He has no qualms for doing anything and everything even if it is outside of his role as a butler. He truly serves the family because he genuinely wants to help them out as much as he can. It seems that discrimination against his mixed blood is a bigger deal than expected, so Fujita has been eternally grateful towards Yuriko's father for employing him and even making him the head of the servants. It's really sweet of Yuriko tell Fujita that he's family and that she wishes for his happiness just as he does for her and her family. It was heartbreaking to hear him so bluntly reject the notion of her considering him family. Like, I understand his perspective but like Yuriko, it definitely hurt.

I am surprised Fujita agreed to go back to his hometown with Yuriko. I don't know how it feels to go back to your hometown to find no traces of the space you spent your childhood because it got demolished but I do know the nostalgic feeling of going back somewhere you used to always be feeling like it never happened and that your past didn't exist and it's a very melancholic feeling, so I would think Fujita feels worse but at least he had Yuriko with him. It's true that we can't prevent change and it's for the best usually when it improves the town but as Fujita said even if the house is gone, his memories with his mother are in his heart. The only sad thing is that when even your memories become fuzzy, and that's when you feel like you're a horrible person for forgetting even if it can't be helped. For me, I feel like there are so many things I've forgotten that I shouldn't have and it hurts to think that I can only remember a bit, it makes me feel heartless for my mind to think it wasn't useful and to forget it, but no matter how hard I try to remember, I can never again clearly grasp how I really felt when it came to these memories. I used to be proud of how good my memory was, but as I got older, I find it difficult to remember many things I feel like I should remember.

It was really sweet when Fujita said people can always create new memories, and that coming here with Yuriko has now become one of his important memories of this town. I would feel really honoured if I was Yuriko haha. I actually quite enjoy how Yuriko is experiencing the tumultuous emotions of love when it comes to Fujita, especially being a bit frightened at the fact that she realises she can also be so rash and do things without thinking of the consequences just because she's so mad at Fujita for being so expressionless towards her potential marriage with someone else. As someone who also vividly remembers how love can make you do the most silly and irrational things, I couldn't help but empathise. It's interesting that if it isn't Shiba's route, he doesn't cause a fuss in public in front of Iida when he sees them but instead visits her home to question her about it. I was super cheering Yuriko on when she expressed her frustration about how Fujita hasn't reacted to anything and then clearly confessed her feelings for him, like dang you go girl! If he didn't kiss her, I would have been mad because it's about time he cracked haha. I get it but it was pretty funny to see Fujita be the one to run away after kissing her, and Yuriko be the one baffled as to what just happened lol.

Mizuhito has played with the maids before too? Dang, thought it was just outside. I don't blame Fujita, he's been thrown away by the women he's dated so many times, he feels tired and scared, but I really like Yuriko's attitude towards it. She's so tired of Fujita not doing anything, she tells him to make advances on her and try to make her change her mind and not leave instead of merely accepting that things are as it is. She wants him to more aggressively pursue her and make it that she can't live without him and I guess that's what he has always been lacking towards his partners - he has never showed them how much he really likes and wants them. But considering how tough of a life he had to see his mother lead, I'm sure that's also a part of the reason why he refuses to go against the status quo. I'm glad Fujita has come around after the debacle with Majima, but their debts really were resolved so easily with the debt certificates returning to them after Majima bought them and gave it back to the house for some reason? Maybe we'll get more elaboration on that in another route lol, like why did Majima do that? To give Fujita a happy ending?🤣 LMAO at Yuriko wondering how Fujita handled his libido before they got married and when he was single because of his sexual appetite😂😂 I think it's sweet that on the outside Yuriko has been isolated from her relatives because she married a butler, but everyone actually still very much cares for her and understands her choice by sending them gifts, that's cute. I knew there would be an ending where Fujita would basically be like a mistress but I feel bad for Shiba. He wanted Yuriko so much, he agreed to her having another partner. I also feel sorry for Fujita, like omg, to see him so openly cling to Yuriko in front of other servants? Yuriko really does seem to have broken him with how sadistic she is. When Mizuhito first came back with money, I was suspicious, but I didn't want to accept that he was prostituting himself, that's just so so sad... I'm not sure what to think of the private club ending because it didn't have much to do with Fujita unless I'm missing something? The CG was pretty even though it was disgusting though lol.

Overall, if I were to describe Shiba's route as a rollercoaster where I was excited in the beginning when he saved her, and then I fell into the abyss when he started being quite a jerk, and then I liked him again after he confessed properly, then I'll have to describe Fujita's route to be as if you're enjoying a boat ride on a lake, pretty calm and peaceful most of the route with no high or lows. I didn't mind the route but I can see why people would view it as boring because Fujita is a very passive man that refuses to do anything and show his feelings towards Yuriko until pushed to the brink. Even though he was like that though, I did enjoy their little dates going back to his hometown and getting to know each other better outside of their master and servant relationship. I also liked how Yuriko acted very bratty in this route, it was pretty fun to see a different side to her that's childish and impulsive, especially the tragic ending, like dang that was unexpected haha. The relationship really felt like the cute kind of age gap love where the younger one does their best to break down the barriers of the older one into accepting a relationship that they couldn't view as socially acceptable, so it has all the angst, rejection and tantrums thrown and pain that comes with the rollercoaster of emotions of wanting the other to reciprocate and just abandon all social responsibilities and views. I guess it's kinda cute lol, but nothing special or different, so yeah, it's not a bad route for me haha, especially since I did enjoy the peaceful beginning.

#chou no doku #chou no doku hana no kusari #butterfly's poison; blood chains

[kim-poce]

Scarly 15 - Soup

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CW: multiple whumpees, distant caretaker, rape drugs mention (really just mention of the drug), eating disorder mention, starving.

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“I know I said I have enough food here but I wasn’t expecting the three of you to have this… bad relationship with food, and you know what? That’s on me, I should've seen this coming,” Adira said with a sigh, scratching her graying short hair, “I’ll need to buy something you all eat.”

“Just don’t feed that motherfucker there,” Scarly said, half-nonchalantly, half-angry, making Whumperee flinch. “It doesn’t need food.”

Adira looked tired at Scarly, “Leaving you three alone will be such a bad decision… but I need to go out anyway. Scarly, do not hurt them while I am away. That’s an order.”

Scarly opened a wide grin, showing her rotten teeth that made Adira rembermer to add personal hygiene material to her to-buy list, “It’s mine.”

“He is a person,” Adira said, massaging her tempers.

“It was a person, now it’s my toy, and I’ll do what I fucking want with it,” Scarly said, their tone was a clear threat, and her green eyes were sharply glaring at Adira, daring her to say otherwise.

“What is the fucking hell happen between the two of you?” Adira asked, it was a rhetorical question, so instead of waiting for an answer she decided to serve the soup she had finished just before.

Adira placed a bowl in front of Scarly first, “I’ll give you some candy and stuff if you leave them alone while I am away,” she said, not thinking it would work but that’s what she could do.

She served Bruno in silence, maybe it’s because he never speaks a thing but it feel wrong to be loud around him, Whumperee was the last, they were shivering and looking between the food and Scarly nonstop.

“I’ll be back as soon as possible,” Adira said, getting her bag and heading to the door. She turned to Scarly, the only one who actually held a conversation, even if most of the things they say are kinda creepy, “Do you remember what you should never do?”

“Call the cops,” Scarly said, nonchalantly.

“And if someone that’s not me enters the house?”

“Make them swallow Rohypnol.”

“Right. I didn’t tell you the name of the drug but of course you know.”

“Why do you have so much rape drugs in here?” Scarly asked, voice sharp, but uncaring eyes.

“You don’t tell me your past and I don't tell mine,” Adira said with a shrug before leaving the house.

Scarly started eating as soon as Adira left, her body had rejected food the past two days and she was starving, fortunately her appetite was good today, so it didn’t take long for her to slam the empty bowl on the floor with a loud thud, making the other two flinch hard.

Whumperee had just started to drink their soup when Scarly got up, he tensed up, curling up and backing away ever so slightly, “Piece of shit.”

“Y-y-yes master,” he choked out, their jaw was hurting so much, their throat was still on fire. But not answering was not an option.

“Do you think you fucking derseve to eat?” Scarly asked, grabbing Whumperee’s hair to raise their head, not leaving marks, Adira won’t care if she doesn’t see new bruises, right?

“N-n-n-no master it it doesn’t it-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Scarly shouted, tighting her grip and making Whumperee whimper.

They let go of him and held the bowl instead, lifting it and drinking it all in one go, slammed yet another empty bowl down, “Aren’t you forgetting anything?” She glared down.

“So-sorry, it it means, t-t-thank you, thank you master,” Whumperee managed, tears already rolling down and Scarly hadn’t even hurt them yet.

Scarly got up once again and approached Bruno, who had yet to touch his food, the man immediately slid his bowl closer to them, retracting his hands and lowering his head so much that his forehead was touching the floor.

“Oh? Are you scared Bruno?” Scarly mocked, sliding the bowl closer to him, “I like you, you are quiet, I know you won’t say anything, am I right?”

Bruno nodded fearfully, not breathing, never breathing when Scarly was close.

“Eat it,” Scarly ordered, raising Bruno’s head, “It’s healthy.”

Bruno was shivering, but he had learned how to obey, he learned to be good, he did. So he started to slowly drink the soup, the fear making it bitter. He carefully did not look around the room to focus on something else; he didn’t want to see the starved and scared person a few meters away.

“You did great!” Scarly said when he was done, in a tone that he couldn't help but link with people who work with children, like kindergarten teachers or nurses.

Scarly went back to her mat right after, and as the days before that she looked up and stared at nothing while slowly rocking back and forth, ignoring the shivering people around her.

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Taglist: @extemporary-username, @latenightcupsofcoffee, @rose-pinkie, @inpainandsuffering

#whump #multiple whumpees #male whump #ed tw #disordered eating tw #disordered eating mention #whump fic #Bruno #starvation #Scarly #my writing

[aneenasevla]

Spookengan 4 - Temple Gathering

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Made in Collab with @useless-bi-otch

"And here we are" Niko puts his bag on the floor "This is the place."

The boy looks around. It was definitely some kind of old lacquered wooden building on top of a hill, oddly too colorful and decorated for something half-destroyed, but it definitely had some solidity. Eh, de'd seen things in worse shape. After an infinity of stone stairs, the sight of some ceiling was kinda comforting, even.

"Hnnn…" He takes three steps forward, inspecting the place with an indifferent look on his face "Is anyone living here? Since it's all adorned and shit..."

"No, no" Niko laughs "This, Ohma, is a temple. It's not built for living in, but it's quiet enough and has a nice patio for us to practice our next moves."

"Then why decorate it, if no one lives here?" The boy snorts, then shrugs his shoulders "Eh, who cares. Let's start this soon. You said you had something new to show me..."

“Show the dead some respect, boy. Temples are built out of respect for them… did you know that ghosts are vengeful?" he flicks the boy’s head, then gives a mischievous smile "If one comes to pull your foot at night, I won’t help you…"

Ohma grunts, massaging the area where he'd been hit "I'm not afraid of anyone who's already six feet under. If ghosts really existed, the ‘Inside’ would be full of’em…"

"And who said it isn't?" Niko smiles more "They usually gather in places like this" he indicates the place with his hands "be careful not to offend them. And for tonight are we going to rest, or do you want to train without eating, after all the stairs back there?"

That makes the boy widen his eyes a little, shaking his head "Hell no! That many steps made me hunger bigger" He then opens a smirk "These ghosts sure are lucky, aren't they? The dead don't get tired, and they don't feel hungry either, haha..."

"What a sad life, not being able to enjoy the good things, right?" he laughs "Now let's gather wood to make a fire. Or you go and I stay here, tidying everything up."

"I'll handle the wood. You stay here keeping the ghosts company…" Ohma laughs, going to do what his master had suggested, having a lot of fun with that particular joke.

"Ooh, are you scared? You big pansy…" Niko laughs, smiling like a mischievous cat.

"Fuck you! I'm not scared of anything, especially of things that don't even exist…" He growls before stomping away, cursing his master in his thoughts.

Ghosts… who believed in that shit? When a person died, they died and that was it. It was a one-way ticket with no return. It was living people they had to worry about on a everyday basis. People determined to make them join the dead that Niko wanted to respect so bad.

He busies himself with gathering wood, distracted, now wanting to occupy his head with thoughts of the dinner that'd soon be served. He just hoped Niko didn't decide to leave some of the food to those spirits. It would be a waste…

He stops mid-task, hearing a weird sound.

Living for so long in an unhealthy place like the Inside, someone like him, in order to survive, would need to sharpen their instincts and senses, so it was not for nothing that he felt a strange presence. Ohma frowns, that all-too-familiar tension rising through his body, tensing his muscles. It didn't seem to be an animal, people and animals used to have a different presence. But that presence didn’t felt like a person either…

Shit, that's what he got for listening to Niko's stories. He wouldn't be able to get them out of his head and'd start imagining things. He shakes his head and says: “I know there's someone there. You better scram, if you know what's good for you."

No answer. A sepulchral silence, very appropriate for the place. And that feeling was still there. Trying to sound intimidating, Ohma raises his voice, his expression dangerous: "Yeah, you better stay where you are. Come closer and I'll beat the shit outta you! Got it? Keep thinking you can scare me and see what happens..." And he starts to walk away, trying to hide that feeling of alertness, of nervousness, that was growing in his chest and making him want to run.

And then, under the moonlight, he catches a glimpse of a figure passing silently, watching. It wasn't an animal. The boy felt something icy build up in the pit of his stomach as his instincts screamed for him to drop the wood and get into a fighting stance, for him to prepare to punch, kick, even kill if necessary-

"No. Niko doesn't want me to kill anymore."

And the mention of Niko's name brought back memories of his earlier warning. Ohma immediately relaxed, huffing and straightening his stance.

"Yeah, Niko, very funny. You thought you'd scare me to convince me that these stupid ghosts exist, huh? Well, you lost your fucking time, because I already know it's you!" He barks into nothingness before retracing his way back to the temple, muttering to himself. Crazy old man, thinking he could fool him like he was still a kid…

He enters the temple carrying the wood, still annoyed, when, to his surprise, he saw Niko there, still sitting and arranging the place for them to settle down and rest for the night, even whistling some tune. He looks at Ohma and smiles:

"Hey kiddo, you're back! I knew there was enough wood out there, the forest next door is quite plentiful… what happened?" He raises an eyebrow as he looks at the boy's face, pale as wax.

"You…", He starts, astonished, before looking quickly over his shoulder "Were you in here the whole time…?"

"Huh? Yes…?" he blinks, confused "Did you think I was going to scare you of something? You're already a giant pansy, and I have better things to do…

"Go to hell! 'Let's cook the damn food already, I'm starving", He growls as he drops the wood on the temple floor, kneeling down to organize the fire. So, after all, it must have been just some wanderer who had come to visit that temple. Or a stupid thief who'd wanted to scare him to see if he dropped anything of value…

He preferred to cling to any of those options. Because thinking about the third, in that temple where Niko said the dead gathered… Well, it was going to make it difficult for him to sleep later…

~~~ Years later ~~~

“Uhhh…” he says after climbing another familiar flight of stairs “is this a Temple too?”

“It is, yes! Big one, huh?” Kanami smiles at him “And we came on a good day, because it's not too crowded. The offering box is right there…”

“Isn't this kind of where the dead gather?” He asks, looking around. Despite the virtually blank expression, she already knew him well enough. From the hands in his pockets, tense shoulders, half hunched over, and slow, cautious steps, she could tell he was nervous. She could practically see the shadow in his eyes.

She arches an eyebrow “Ah… yes, in a way. This place is more for paying our respects, saying prayers, thanks… why? Have a problem with these types of temples?”

“I remember seeing a ghost in one of those temples” he says “They were a little short or was bent over, in the dark, and it had a hat…” he looks to the side and feels the figure again, and points almost giving a jump “There!”

And Kanami sees... A rather embarrassed Ohma, looking at an innocent stone lantern, in the corner, near the bushes, looking like a person wearing a hat... his finger kind of withers when he stops pointing and scratching his head, and Kanami barely doesn't can't hold back the laugh she let out.

“Ahahaha! S-Sorry!” She covers her mouth with one hand, her shoulders shaking “Sorry, I – I think it’s easy to get confused in the dark… and if you squint your eyes and turn your head to the side” She does just that, with an exaggerated grimace. “Then you can even confuse it with a wandering spirit, hahaha!”

“…I was a kid, come on,” he huffs, muttering under his breath, but finally relaxing. “Damn Niko…” Raises his head to the temple “Hey, you old bore, if you're around here, it was a dirty trick to scare me like that. When I get there, we'll settle the score…”

Kanami laughs again, more quietly and contently this time. She pats Ohma's right arm, saying with a tender smile “Sorry, I actually found it quite cute. You never gave me the impression that you would be scared of that kind of thing, I like to discover new things about you. And as for your master… don't get me wrong, but I hope it will take a very, very long time before you meet again. I want you to live a very long life to visit more temples like this with me. And I'm sure he wants that too, wherever he is.”

“I know” he huffs a little, still annoyed, but softening his tone “I'm just marking a gathering beforehand.”

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#kengan ashura #kengan omega #kenganverse #heavybakery #fanfiction #ohma tokita #tokita ohma #tokita niko #niko tokita #SpookenganChallenge #ghost

[athania1309]

I reincarnated as Penelope Eckhart chapter 3

My Wattpad is Kuroo's wifu check it there ❤️🫶

-knock knock-

"huh" i rubbed my eyes "who's there?"

"My lady, It's the head maid "

"Come in"

-creak, thud-

"Did you sleep well my lady"

"what is it" I said in a cheerful tone

"I came here to assign you a new personals maid"

"hmm personal maid~" i put my index to my lip while looking up "is the maid still here the one who was serving me mmmmm what was her name"

"her name is emily madam and yes she is still here but since she failed to serve you properly she gets a three month pay cut why madam?"

"then she can just continue being my personal maid" I said in a cheerful tone i skipped to my wardrobe 

"huh"

"it will be a hassle without anyone serving me now and more of a hassle to find someone new plus they will do poorly ok"



"if you understand then send her to me"

"i will have to ask the duke first"

"no need ill go ask father myself then tch why can't anyone here trust me, where is father anyways"

"he is at the palace my lady"

"don't make me repeat myself if you can't do so then leave"

-timeskip-

-knock knock-

"m-my lady-y here is your breakfast" emily said shaking



poor girl but still foooooooood is here fkn finally im starvin i want a pork cutlet bowl tho :') 

I picked up my utensils and started eating 

 -timeskip when i finished eating-

 "Emily" 

"y-yes my lady" 

"where is the needle you always poke me every morning "



"my lady im sorry please forgive me"

"if you can hear well then give me the damn needle"



smart kid..... but do you fkn know how painful it was to wake up to this i gotta agree with penelope "watch carefully kayy" i said in a singsong voice, i raised my hand and stabbed the other one "ouch" 

"eek !! my lady you bleeding" emily cried

"don't cry Emily cause every time you mess up i will do this again even if it hurts but then i wonder how much wounds i will end up with by the time i turn 18, but then of course i will take everything from cold bath water to food that you give me wouldn't rumors' increase on who would dare hurt the lady right~~" I'm sorry Emily but this is the only was to get you to treat me like Penelope i feel guilty :') 

"like i said everything will depend on how you act"

she quickly left but then my relief was short-lived until someone barged into my room 

"oi WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING" a younger version of reynold appeared

"mm why are you here young master are you here to annoy me" i said in a monotone voice, he flinched

"tch what is up with you your not making a ruckus like usual rat" he angrily said

"0-0"

  bitch wtf do you mean rat if anyone is the rat its you he looks like a dog....... i kinda wanna tease him no no no i gotta stay calm 

-grumble grumble-



"pffftt ahahahahahhahah" i burst out laughing

"oi whats so funny" reynold said covering his red face

"you look like a tomato bwahahaha" i continued 



"tch" he left blushing

"awww i wanted to tease him more"

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-timeskip 4 years later-



"what do you think does it taste good " i asked 

"mpphh yep *nomnomnom*" reynold said

"teeheee" :)

"wtf why are you making that face your up to no good again" reynold grumbled

"nothingg~~~ btw can you give the rest to father and derrick?"

"sure are you going to the library again?"

"yep i found something interesting there" 

"haaahh~ fine you always seem to get your head stuck in a book don't overwork" he waved and left with the food

     This feels nice I managed to raise all their lovepoints before I could turn 17 

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to be continued 

[olivereactsaboutgarbage]

One Piece Chapters 58-66

Okay, I know I said two days ago that there would be two One Piece posts yesterday, instead of zero posts at all. Here’s what happened instead: I stayed up really late writing something else which I won’t be posting publicly. Then when I woke up, there were children in my house for some reason, so I just went back to bed. Now it’s two days from then. But here’s the thing: One day I will become superhuman and not have to worry about that kind of thing. On that day, it will be December. December will be the month of daily posting every day.

Chapter 58 - Crap-Geezer

That’s certainly a chapter title.

Baby Sanji wants to abandon the chef to die if at all possible. He also separates his “five days of food” into 20 mini-servings, so that he can live 20 days and then promptly die. 25 days later, Sanji eats mold. He remembers his refusal to eat bones. He cries. Then he loses his mold in a hilarious “mold-dropping incident”. He ends up living way longer than 20 days despite his lack of food.

The chef has a big bag of food, so Sanji cuts it open. The bag turns out to actually be full of money, not food. And the chef was actually eating his own foot, not money. This arc is kinda intense man. I already knew that would happen based off of the end of Chapter 57 though.

Fill fulcrums irrelevant the reason the chef gave Sanji literally all of the food was because he was trying to be nice, since Sanji wanted to go to Every District Simultaneously, just like him. The chef then lays down and starts dying, mentioning as he does so that he really wants to found a restaurant that’s also a boat. Sanji says that that’s a good idea and he’ll help if the chef doesn’t die. I see now why Sanji wouldn’t want to just run off with Lufpy for no good reason. His status as a Zoro has been thoroughly earned.

wtf asshole??? Can the random sailor who decided to ignore a child’s cries for help be the next One Piece villain so they can get killed by a Zoro ex Machina? That’d be... pretty cool.

Chapter 59 - Sanji’s Debt

Okay I almost just wrote “Zoro ex Machina” as the chapter title. I think the day I encounter a chapter with the title “Zoro ex Machina” is the day I’ll be able to die happy. Or I guess any day where I got happy about something could be that day, if I got stabbed at around the same time.

Oh, I just realized why Sanji is going to join Lufpy. The chef is going to tell him that if he joins Lufpy, he’ll be able to accomplish his dream of going to the Every Simultaneous District, but if he doesn’t, then he won’t. That’s what the chef is going to say.

Lufpy does a super-special kick attack against the ship. Lufpy has decided that his enemy is actually the ship, not the terrifying master. Everyone disliked that.

The formerly-hungry guy defeats the Shield Hero. Has he turned traitor? No, he’s gonna kill Sanji. Because of his desire to kill Sanji, he’s decided not to let shielded characters who have outstayed their relevance fight Sanji anymore. That’s fair.

Chapter 60 - Resolution

The enemies get mad that Lufpy called them wimps, so the terrifying master has to step in explain that true non-wimps don’t get upset about being called wimps, and they should prove they’re not wimps by winning. This is kind of a weird turn from the guy who was shooting all his subordinates. Like, you of all people should know they’re wimps, because of how weak they are against your bullets.

The terrifying master uses a poison cannonball, so Lufpy kicks it, but it’s actually a shuriken cannonball, so he hurts his foot. The terrifying master clearly wants Lufpy to say “you’re better than me”, but why would Lufpy say that? So the terrifying master gets mad and declares that he’ll kill Lufpy while the formerly-hungry guy kills Sanji. Terrifying master, no...! By dividing the fights up into 1v1s, you’ll only be doing Lufpy a favor! This isn’t the right way to be mean to Lufpy at all!

Chapter 61 - The Demon

Well, the formerly-hungry guy seems to have defeated Sanji. Except that’s not what happens at all. Sanji spits a cigarette at him and turns the tables on him.

That’s an interesting term of endearment.

Sanji says that the formerly-hungry demon man is lame enough to be indicative of a truly high overall lameness stat for the terrifying master’s underlings. The formerly-hungry demon man drinks some blood. I guess despite no longer being hungry, he’s thirsty.

Lufpy tries to win his fight, but it doesn’t really work out. He gets staked in the leg. Is this the most injured Lufpy has gotten during a fight so far...? I don’t really remember. Either way, why didn’t the terrifying master win against Hawkeye if he had access to stakes?! Isn’t Hawkeye a vampire?!

The terrifying master says it doesn’t matter if he wants to fight or not, because as long as he has weapons, he can win fights, even if he’s unwilling to do so. That’s... hmm... sad... I think? Lufpy sticks his (Lufpy’s) fingers in his (Lufpy’s) mouth.

The terrifying master tells Lufpy to look at Sanji and the formerly-hungry demon man’s fight instead of them continuing their own fight? I think? I think that’s why he said “look”??? Is the terrifying master in charge of the narrative focus?

Proof of what? What just got proven?

Sanji is in such agony from the pain of attacking the formerly-hungry demon man that he grinds his teeth. Meanwhile, Lufpy still has his fingers in his mouth, so his teeth are also exposed. Is this symbolic of something...?

Either way, the formerly-hungry demon man begins wailing and weeping. Sufficiency shafts insignificant he actually DOESN’T want to kill Sanji after all! So much for him not being traitorous.

Chapter 62 - MH5

The formerly-hungry demon man insists that he’s not actually a traitor, and that he simply thinks the terrifying master shouldn’t bother with making Sanji be dead. Apparently this time around, the terrifying master’s poison cannonball won’t be a bluff.

“Die. Now. On that note, you are no longer under any obligation to obey me.”

Plenty injustice scanty Lufpy opposes the usage of weapons of mass destruction. Lufpy does a cool move where he inches along the bottom of a pole while clinging to its underside. However, the terrifying master destroys the pole, so Lufpy can’t reach him. Is Lufpy gonna be restricted to only using long-ranged attacks...? ...Actually, aren’t all Lufpy’s attacks long-ranged? So that’s not so bad.

The formerly-hungry demon man decides he actually WILL obey the terrifying master’s order to die, because he simply loves the terrifying master that much. The terrifying master launches his poison cannonball of mass destruction. Lufpy steals two gas masks from two random guys to give to Sanji and the formerly-hungry demon man.

Callously and nonchalantly taking actions that will cause random people to die because he feels like those are the best actions to take is the funniest joke in Lufpy’s arsenal, and given that Zoro is the one whose gimmick is building up an arsenal of jokes, Zoro could learn a thing or two from Lufpy

Lufpy couldn’t have stolen a third gas mask??? For, y’know, himself?

Well, I guess Lufpy only has two hands, not three. Second point redacted. Wait, he has stretching powers like Elastigirl from The Incredibles or Reed Richards from Fantastic Four, he could have used his foot. By balancing on one foot, perhaps making that foot bigger to make doing so easier, and then using his other foot as a makeshift hand, he could have easily reached towards a third person’s face. Second point UNREDACTED. Although I guess it’s pointless for me to spend this much time talking about this, because a conveniently-placed gas mask is sitting right next to Lufpy anyway.

Of course, as I half-suspected, the gas mask that was right next to Lufpy was the one Lufpy offered to the formerly-hungry demon man. The formerly-hungry demon man really wanted to die REALLY badly, I guess. You’ll notice I deliberately called it a “conveniently-placed” gas mask and not a “third” gas mask. I get to say “called it” if I want to.

Chapter 63 - I Won’t Die

Lufpy is fucking furious at the terrifying master. Meanwhile, Sanji is desperate to save his new friend, the formerly-hungry demon man, so the chef is going to help him with that.

Lufpy is charging straight at the terrifying master across uneasy footing despite the fact that he’s getting stabbed, and then punches a bunch of spikes simply because the terrifying master is behind them. That’s badass. Next, Lufpy says a cool one-liner.

The chef says that people with the determination to fight that hard without fearing death are really cool. I hope Sanji doesn’t take that to heart so much he adopts Zoro’s deathwish. As “Character” “Development” or whatever. I’m starting to get used to not hating Sanji, I’d hate to have to retract that non-hatred.

Next, the terrifying master says, um... the cool one-liner Lufpy already said... To be crystal-clear, Lufpy’s cool one-liner was “no you”, so the fact that the terrifying master is repeating Lufpy’s cool one-liner back to him is quickly going to turn this battle dialog into a “no-you-off”. Quick, there’s still time for a Zoro ex Machina to happen where Zoro can introduce a new joke into this situation!

...oh, nope, instead of that happening, Lufpy says “no you” and then the chapter ends...

Chapter 64 - The Mighty Battle Spear

That’s... not an answer...

Bro, this fight is baller. This is the first One Piece fight that’s made me feel this way. The glasses idiot using Lufpy’s arm as a Mario platform was cool and all, but the fact that it was the glasses idiot who was doing it negated all its coolness.

Chapter 65 - Prepared

Um, Lufpy, that’s still really scary...

Woah, Lufpy is attacking the terrifying master using an entire freaking... uh... *uses Google* spar... apparently...

Unfortunately, the terrifying master burns it to a crisp, so Lufpy has to use lots of punches.

Bro... now the terrifying master is bragging through laughter even as he goes flying off of a high place... bro... bro... One Piece is COOL...

Oh, Lufpy destroyed the terrifying master’s armor. Does that mean he wins, or...?

Chapter 66 - The Chewed-up Spear

Well, Lufpy gets put in a net. But that’s fine, because he can simply reach out of the net to do attacks.

The terrifying master orders his subordinates to kill Lufpy. Now this fight isn’t a 1v1 anymore... now that IS mean to Lufpy.

Oh, I spoke too soon. Sanji is enforcing Lufpy’s rule that all fights must be 1v1s, even though Sanji barely knows Lufpy. Huh.

Lufpy wins the 1v1, and smirks as he falls into the ocean. Epic...

SANJI YOU DIMWIT HE WAS IN A NET, UNDER WHAT CIRCUMSTANCES DID YOU ACTUALLY EXPECT HIM TO START DOING COMPETENT SWIMMING?!

wait can people swim from within nets? am i the one who’s stupid?

Sanji is flashing back to Zoro’s deathwish and Lufpy’s general epicness and regretting his words to Zoro. Sanji... please don’t adopt Zoro’s deathwish...

Anyway, the formerly-hungry demon man punches the terrifying master and... carries him away? Wait, am I interpreting this right? The formerly-hungry demon man is going to remain loyal to the terrifying master? And his takeaway here is that maybe he and the terrifying master will “get ‘em next time, slugger”? As it were?

Bro, the formerly-hungry demon man is like, simply going to be executed. This will be his final on-panel appearance in all of One Piece.

Anyway, since this arc seems to be wrapping up, a couple “closing thoughts” on it, since I have those:

Man, I went into this arc with a clear Nami > Usopp > Lufpy > Zoro crew ranking, and upon Sanji’s introduction I was perfectly willing to write him off as kind of the victim of a “Zoro > Sanji” type situation... but now... I dunno, man... I can’t choose anymore... all I know is Zoro is the worst member of Lufpy’s crew... and Nami is better than Usopp. Lufpy and Sanji... are way better characters than I thought...

So, maybe I’m picking up on writing nuance that isn’t there, but I feel like each “arc villain” is meant to represent a “Trait That Bad Pirates Have Which Lufpy Will Learn Not To Have”. The mountain people had the bad trait of not being ocean people, the axe hand guy had the bad trait of being a cop, Nose [...] had the bad trait of not liking Lufpy’s mentor, the glasses idiot, fucking buffoon that he was, had the bad trait of wearing a suit, and now the terrifying master’s bad trait was refusing to tolerate disloyalty. So, I’m hoping for lots of disloyalty tolerance out of Lufpy from here on out.

#one piece #is what i'm consuming

[jade-parcels]

omg! could u do a part 2 of “how u turn them on” but w more genshin boys like kazuha, thoma, gorou, etc? :))

How you turn them on! Pt 2

With Kazuha, Gorou, Tohma, Dottore and Dainsleif

Part one here!

- NOTSFW!! Minors don’t interact with this post! -

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Kazuha:

Kazuha has a way with words, he can paint a picture in your mind with pretty words alone, his hot breath traveling across your cheek as he whispers to you

So it’s no surprise that if you can dirty talk well, like…really well, that’ll immediately get him in the mood. Especially if you two can get some dirty back-and-forth going on, each of you getting more vulgar in your descriptions as you converse

Pulling him aside while you travel, whispering in his ear and pushing your knee between his legs…He could never refuse a quickie in a bush or under a beautiful sakura tree

Sex with him is never quiet, he wants you to narrate how you feel as he pleasures you or the other way around. If you were to describe, in great detail, how you love him as you pleasure him…he dissolved into a blushing, moaning mess. For once, he’s at a loss for words as he listens to you and loses himself in your touch and warm mouth

It’s either just your voice or the way you speak that gets him going, he loves when your voices takes on that low, sultry tone….

Gorou:

Obviously he’s into master and pet/servant play… He’s totally devoted to you and he wants you to own him, to use him how you want. Gorou gets pleasure from giving. He’s your sweet puppy who’d do anything go make you happy!

He wants your praise constantly, he’s happy to help with commissions, with cooking, with anything you need!! And when you call him to bed and spread your legs for him, he’s eager to satisfy you with his skillful tongue

“You’re so good for me, Go~” you moan, running your fingers through his hair, his ears twitching at the contact “Anything for you master~” he murmurs against your skin

Turning him on is so easy…Poor guy. You could just look at him a certain way and he’d have a tent in his pants. Gorou is energetic and very responsive, using that to your advantage would truly ruin him. In a good way!

Back to praise and rewards, he doesn’t expect you to reward him for being good but when you do, he is sooo appreciative. He’s so vocal and his expressions are the cutest ;) he loves you so much!! He’ll tell you that ten thousand times as you reward him by riding him or edging him for hours

Tohma:

Your hands, he loves them. He watches how you wield your weapon, how you use chopsticks, how you lick your fingers when you eat…he’s a goner

Tohma usually ignores it in public but you’ve caught him many times looking you over, he isn’t as slick as he thinks he is lmao

He wants those hands on him, tying him up, cupping his cheeks, running over his thighs…He wants to watch as you pleasure yourself and lick your cum off your fingers

Another fantasy if his is you tying him up and blindfolding him so all he can focus on is you, where you’re touching, how you sound, how you smell, he’s ultra tuned into your actions and desire. He loves the thrill of the unexpected!

He’s a simple man! He wants 3 things! Your hands, your ass and your thighs! That’s it!! He is so easy to please!!! Tohma can’t keep his hands to himself ever, he loves touching you and wants you to touch him too

Dottore: (tw for….Dottore things)

One word: fear

First, Dottore is a madman. He’s legitimately insane so when he’s having a bad day and comes to harass you and you’re genuinely afraid of what he might do to you? It starts off as funny, he laughs his terrible, unhinged laugh…But then it’s arousing. The way you tremble before him on your knees, begging him not to sink his scalpel into your skin…Well, seeing you so vulnerable really gets him going

He’ll position himself so you’re on the floor beneath his feet, one foot on the ground and one on your chest to keep you on the floor. He’ll brace his hand against the wall and use the other to jerk himself off, grinning at you, telling you how gorgeous you look with that scared look on your face! Then he cums on your pretty face, spits on you and walks away laughing again

He doesn’t want you to be afraid of him all the time, it kinda gets old after awhile then he’s just annoyed with you but when he’s lost in his own blood lust and fumes from his lab, he finds he has the most satisfying orgasms in the world

Dottore also loves seeing you devote yourself to him, seeing you stay at his side no matter what and offer your body to him when he’s especially stressed or in a bad mood. He may even be gentle with you if he’s feeling generous but even that has its limits “That’s right~ You’re mine, doll~” he marks you up and makes you wear your hair up so everyone can see his sharp teeth marks all over your skin

Dainsleif:

Dain is an abyss knight with no one to serve, he feels that emptiness inside him, a hole he desperately wants to fill so he can feel whole again

When you rely on him, seek him out for help or even just invite him to dinner, he’s overjoyed (not that he shows it) it’s been so long since he’s had friends let alone someone to love

Therefore he is beyond touch starved. The littlest touches from you self electricity though his body. He’s had a couple flings here and there over his centuries of life but nothing has ever stood out. Not before you

What gets him hot under the collar is the thought of the two of you taking it slow, having a romantic night together. That’s kinda cheesy but after he met you, he found himself jacking off to this fantasy

He imagines the two of you in your room, dimly lit by candles. He’s deep inside your warm, welcoming body, gazing down into your eyes as you make love. Dain wants this so desperately, he always feels lonely and ashamed after these nights alone with his hand

He craves emotional and physical intimacy so badly man…

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact writing #series: smut #series: notsfw #genshin impact gorou #genshin impact kazuha #genshin impact dottore #genshin impact dainsleif #dottore x reader #tohma x reader #thoma x reader #dainsleif x reader #kazuha x reader #gorou x reader #genshin impact thoma #genshin impact tohma #asks! #asks #answered requests!

[slasherhaven]

can i request the slashers w an s/o who holds their hand a lot? like i absentmindedly will just hold my hand out and wait for someone to hold it back lol. also i love your blog you are such a talented writer💛💛

The Slashers with a S/O who likes to hold their hand a lot:

Thomas Hewitt

Will never reject your attempts to hold his hand. If you want to hold his hand, he will never stop you. If he does reject your offer, you know something is very wrong with him. Even before you're dating, if you obviously asked to hold his hand, he wouldn't be able to deny you. He likes how your hand feels in his, and becomes very fond of the gesture.

Will hold your hand at the dinner table if you wanted it. He seriously just cannot deny you (and his honestly likes it just as much as you do). Even if you wanted to hold his hand during supper, the two of you will happily be eating onehanded. Luda May thinks it's impractical but sweet. Hoyt and Monty are repulsed by how cute the two of you are.

Michael Myers 

What is this? He doesn't understand why you're so needy to hold hands so often. Try not to grab his hand without warning, or he's going to get a little defensive about it.

Does not understand your need to hold hands, but he finds it easier not to argue you with you. It's not much of a burden, so he lets it slide. He still doesn't understand your need to hold his hand but he's going to allow it if there is no reason not too. If you want to hold his hand, fine whatever, it doesn't bother him. And he totally doesn't actually enjoy it.

Jason Voorhees

Absolutely melts whenever you take his hand. No matter how long you and Jason have been together for, he just feels all fuzzy when you slip your hand into his. It's such a soft gesture, you don't even think about it, but it's also so loving and makes him feel even more connected to you.

Will hold your hand 24/7. He always insists on holding your hand when walking around in the woods anyway, because he thinks it's too dangerous and wants to keep you close. But if you want to hold his hand at any other time, even in the safety of your home, he is more than happy to do so.

Brahms Heelshire

Will always hold your hand. If you want to hold his hand and show him attention, he isn't going to stop you! Especially in the earlier stages of your relationship or just after he's revealed himself to you, he's just happy to see that you're accepting him and trusting him. No matter how long you are together, he is always happy to hold your hand.

It becomes something that he enjoys just as much as you. Brahms loves any form of affection and attention but he would have never put handholding towards the top of his favourite affectionate gestures list. You have changed his mind on that a little though. He understands why you like handholding so much.

Bo Sinclair 

Doesn’t mind a bit of handholding if it’s to show someone who you belong too. Whenever you take hold of his hand in front of a group of visitors, Bo will always pull you closer to him possessively. He will even do that around his brothers. If the three of them are talking and you take hold of Bo's hand, he's definitely going to smirk to himself and pull you closer.

But doesn’t understand your constant desire for it. He thinks handholding is a practical way of getting your relationship across to other people but he doesn't quite understand why you want to do so so often, even in the house when it's just the two of you. And he will probably brush it off if he's tending to something. But if he's not busy, he doesn't see anything wrong with just letting you hold his hand. Plus, it does feel kinda nice...

Vincent Sinclair

Learns to work with one hand. He's already pretty talented at working onehanded, but he masters that skill during his time with you. He enjoys holding your hand just as much as you enjoy holding his. Whenever he does have to take his hand back for a moment, you will just wait with your palm held out until he returns his hand to yours. Getting back to work.

Doesn't care about anything Bo has to say about it. He doesn't care whenever Bo teases the two of you. How could he care when you're right there, holding his hand and rolling your eyes at his twin. He's happy, that's all that matters.

Lester Sinclair

Will hold your hand whenever you want! Whenever you want to hold Lester's hand, he is more than happy to do so too. He gets the biggest smile on his face when you randomly slip your hand into his and lace your fingers together. And whenever you absentmindly hold your hand out for him to take, he will always place his hand in yours, making you smile.

The two of you might as well be attached. If you take Lester's hand, he's not going to be letting it go anytime soon. Whenever you go into Ambrose together, you're practically always holding hands, always together, always attached. His brothers have just accepted it at this point.

Bubba Sawyer 

Also loves hand holding! Bubba absolutely loves handholding but loves holding your hand especially. It's just a sweet little gesture that brings him smile. It warms his heart and brings a smile to his face. If you're not seeking out his hand to hold, he's seeking out yours.

You're both very tiring to the other members of the family. Yes, they get it. You're both happy and in love. Can they get a moment of peace now? You're always together, refusing to let go of each other. It makes them sick. You and Bubba don't care.

Billy Lenz 

You both hold hands without even realising it. You love holding his hand and he's gotten pretty clingy since you started dating, so you're holding hands nearly constantly. You truly don't even realise it half the time, until you need two hands and realise Billy is still attached to one of them.

It actually brings him a lot of comfort. You bring Billy a lot of comfort in general but sometimes you touch really helps. Holding your hand is like a safety thing for him, making him feel safe, loved, comforted, and cared for. What more could he ask for?

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Quickly learns it's a comfort (sometimes unconscious) thing for you. While Asa might not usually be the most affectionate person, he isn't going to reject you because he knows it's something that's important to you (even if it isn't necessarily conscious to you). If you want to hold his hand, as he isn't busy, then you can hold his hand.

Acts completely disinterested in it but is very understanding. He barely reacts when you take his hand or absently hold your hand out with him, he just laces his fingers through yours or takes your hand in his. Other than holding your hand, he barely takes any attention away from what he was doing.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) 

Sure, you can hold his hand. Of course Jesse doesn't have a problem with you holding his hand, especially in public. He actually likes to hold your hand in public, showing you off and keeping you close. He doesn't have a problem with it in the house or somewhere private either.

Finds it kinda sweet. He hasn't got a problem with it and he isn't going to deny you, because he just thinks it's sweet. He thinks it's cute. He doesn't find it burdensome at all because it's just you showing or seeking affection and there is nothing wrong with that.

Otis Driftwood

Hasn't got a problem holding your hand when you're out and about. Otis actually likes to hold your hand in public, both because he is possessive and protective. He likes to have you by his side, showing everyone else who you belong too. He also likes to know that you're right there beside him and not getting into any trouble.

Doesn't quite understand your desire for it around the house. Handholding serves a purpose when you're outside, not so much when you're at him, so Otis is a little curious about your desire for it so often. He's not going to stop you, especially if he's not doing anything.

Baby Firefly 

Will hold your hand whenever you like. Baby is pretty affectionate anyway so if you want to hold her hand, of course you can! She doesn't care where you are or who is around, she will hold your hand if you want. Why wouldn't she?!

Always holding your hand when you're out of the house. Whether or not you had a particular fondness for holding hands, she likes to hold your hand when you're outside of the house anyway. She likes to show you off and keep you close. Plus, it stops you both from getting separated.

Yautja (Predator)

Handholding is a little new. It's not an entirely new concept, you aren't blowing any alien minds here, but the increased human desire to do is is new. But he absolutely loves it. He loves holding your comparatively small hand in his own, engulfing it protectively and lovingly.

Will never release your hand. Seriously, if you don't pull your hand out of his, he will never let go of it. You wanted him to hold your hand, now he is going to do so like the good mate he is. It's sweet, really.

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#259

“Seth? Right? C’mon in. Your brother told you who I am? Good. Want a beer?... Here you go. Let’s go out to the back deck. The sun went down, and the cool evening air is starting to kick in. Have a seat…. Ok. Seth, do you know why you are here? Let me be blunt. Your brother David owes me a lot of money. A lot. He’s been doing jobs for me that I need someone I can trust to do. But that’s barely covering the interest. I told him he needs to start working down the principal. So, he offered me… you….

“That’s right he sold you to me. You are going to whore off his debt…. Shut the fuck up. The deal is set. Have some more beer; it will help you to deal with what I need to go over with you….

“Your brother probably told you that I am a powerful man. Hopefully he didn’t tell you what I did. I will share with you one part of my business that you will be a part of. I have several whore agencies across several states. They ain’t like the whorehouses in the movies. The girls never see money; they show up at a set time and do whatever the man wants. They do not say no. They get to live in city, and they show their clients the best the city has to offer. They have everything paid for and get a nice credit card too.

“A few years ago—hell it’s more like ten or so, —I was convinced to do the same but on the fag side. Now, I knew nothing about fag sex, and it disgusted me. Once I got over the visuals, the business was just like the girls. The difference I found out was that I had to have two sets of whores—fag boys like yourself, and men old enough to be your father.

“It was Frankie, one of my goons, who told me that there is a lot money to be made by men taking the dominant role. I didn’t believe it. So, he arranged for me to watch him from a distance him work over this faggot. He didn’t tell me how much he was earning. When I saw this fag hand over three hundred bucks, I knew I needed to get into this. I mean my guy did barely anything other than smack the fag around, call him names, and sit on the faggot’s face at the end. That fag ate that fat ass while pounding its pud. Frankie even went over to the fag’s wallet and took an additional hundred out of it. And wouldn’t you know, that fag boy was loving life.

“Needless to say, that was how I got into the fag whoring business. I had Frankie lead it; he even got somewhat in shape, and now he’s my most popular whore men. Wait a minute, you know him. He fucked you behind a dumpster in the alley behind that fag bar a couple weeks ago. When I saw you at David’s birthday partner at my tavern and he told me that you were his sperm burping brother, I sent Frankie to find out more about you. I know that you can take a good pounding, face slaps, rough housing. Frankie also told me that you cleaned off his cock after we was done and that you drank his piss. You even begged him for more as he walked away from you, naked covered in piss behind the dumpster. That’s all I needed to hear.

“After meeting with your brother, all I had to do was press the massive debt. I knew how self-serving he was. He sold you out so fucking fast. And now I own you. Now strip faggot….

“You do realize who I am? No one ever disobeys one of my direct commands. Now think about your next move real carefully. STRIP YOU FUCKING FAGGOT. Take your time standing up. That drug I put in your beer will make you kinda dizzy if you stand too fast. Yeah, I didn’t want you to run back to your car. Kid, when you came in that door, you were mine. That’s it. Accept your fate. Good boy.

“Yeah, after Frankie roughed up that fag, I was curious. He arranged for me to use one of his regulars who was blindfolded. It was so much fun to kick and punch that faggot only to have him crawl to me, begging for more. With each time, I got more wicked, and they wanted more. I had a few fags over the years locked up and had the best of all worlds. My wife provides me with companionship. My girlfriend offers sensual making love and snuggling. And my faggot takes all my rage filled abuse.

“Underwear needs to go too. Let’s see what you have. Not bad. Looks like you are excited about being naked in front of me. That’s a lot of pre-cum. Decent sized balls. I’d say you are about six inches long. The shaft is a bit thin, but the head is good size. Your foreskin is not too long. That’s good. If there’s going to be one sweaty stinky dick around here, it will be mine. If yours becomes a problem, we’ll get you circumcised.

“What? Faggot, you are nothing more to me than my pickup. If I want to modify you out, I sure as hell am going to. I modify all my property. Tattoos, piercing, permanent hair removal, castration, branding, and so on. But actually, I am a bit cautious. I made the mistake of castrating a fag and regretted it afterwards. He just didn’t seem right to me. The cutter I went to tried to put in fake balls, but it still didn’t seem right. I ended up replacing that fag with another.

“I am looking for my perfect fag. I’m planning on letting my girlfriend go, but sometimes I need that close touch. Not going to do that with my wife. Every day now I realize that I want to be with faggots over women. Faggots are so much easier to mold into what I want. And every now and then I might snuggle with one.

“I like what I see. I want to see your cumload. Jerk off for me. I’ll give you a few minutes to do so. When you do, shoot in your spare hand. I want to see the quantity. I’m going to get your collar; it’s probably done charging. I’m also going to take your car keys. You ain’t going anywhere. Continue jacking….

“….Did you cum? You did! Good fag. When was the last time you came? Yesterday morning? Well that’s a good load. Here, lock this collar around your neck. Ok, so here’s the deal. You can jack off as often as you like, whenever you like as long as I am not using you. If I catch you jacking off, don’t stop. If you are watching porn, continue. But know this, no matter if you haven’t cum in days or you just had a massive orgasm, should I require your use, I fully expect 100% horniness and enthusiasm.

“This remote is hooked up to your collar. With this button… you fall to the floor just like that. Hurt’s like a mother fucker hunh? That’s on low. Remember that. It is also set up to shock you should you cross a 20-foot perimeter of the house. I am notified by an app on my phone when you do something that stupid. Also, the garage and my office on the third floor are completely off limits. You will not fare well should you cross that threshold without me.

“Bring your cock over here. Is your dick head sensitive. It is! Fuck yes! As you get soft, it’s driving you crazy. Good. Good. I see a problem here. Your pubic hair is all over the place. You shouldn’t have hair down here. Look how long this hair is. There’s enough so that I can twirl a bunch around my finger. With a firm yank,… it comes out in one clump. Aww shut the fuck up. Most of the time your screams of pain will turn me on, but now it’s just annoying. Another clump on the other side, and it doesn’t even look like you lost any.

“Look at me faggot. Say ‘Thank you.’ Good fag. Open your mouth. Here eat your pubic hair. Go on chew it. Nasty? I know, now swallow. And here’s… another bunch. Swallow these…. And these… And these… You’ll be permanently shaved in the near future so you won’t have to do much pubic hair eating.

“While you finish your snack, let me take you around the place and show you your duties. This is the kitchen. David told me that you went to culinary school but then dropped out. Well, you will be doing all the cooking here. Cleaning too.

“Let’s go downstairs…. This is your room, although you really don’t have privacy. Over there is your cot. Next to it is the plug you will put into your collar every night. I am notified on my app should the power level drop below 75%. That’s equivalent for not charging for a full week. Unless I just slam you with shocks, I should never get one of those notifications.

“You have a wash basin there, and your toilet is there. There’s your douche hose over there in the shower. No, I haven’t gotten around to buying it a toilet seat; the cold porcelain is fine. And I haven’t hooked up the hot water down here.

“Let’s go up to the Master bedroom…. You never climb into my bed unless I invite you in. In fact no non-sexual furniture for you either without permission. Through that door is the master bath. You will keep this place spotless. That includes licking clean my toilet. The rimseat next to it is when I want to make you toilet paper or a full toilet.

“And here’s the playroom. It’s totally soundproofed. You are going to suffer a lot in here. Screaming is encouraged. In fact, what time is it? Seven. Well we might as well start now. Get on all fours—knees and elbows. Spread those knees wide. Every night you will present yourself in this position, as you will every morning.

“Don’t get too excited. I am going to fuck you good, long, and deep. But that won’t until the end. We got a long way to go. You see, the only people who knows my affinity for preferring the boys to the girls are Frankie, me, and now you. Your brother thinks I’m adding you to my harem of fags. This is something that cannot get out. And if it does, I will know it came from you, and I want you to know the perpetual hell that will come your way.

“Tonight is a test of what you can expect, but keep in mind, tonight’s suffering will be only five hours long, much shorter than what will be if my preference is ever widely known.

“And after the paddling your ass to a welted mess, whipping your back until it turns to bloody hamburger, kicking your balls until they are swollen to twice their size, bruising up your face, and fucking you with very little lube, I may feel the need to snuggle up with you afterwards.

“But first, there’s a lot to do before we do that. Oh look your balls are just ripe for a good old fashioned full-force kick. Every night and every morning you will get one to always remind you what you are.

“Faggot right now with this kick your hell begins.”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey hey Miss Raven!!!!

I would say that my main request is Cheka touring around each dorm with Leona (Ojii-tan) for a weekend! How would Riddle react to seeing the little lion prince? Would Azul try to bribe him into some sort of business but not realize 5 year olds aren't the best targets? Would Lillia steal him because of Papa instincts? Would Cheka be kinda intimidated by Rook or know no fear, even as his Uncle gets very uncomfortable? Does he try to play with Idia and Ortho's hair? Does Jamil have to keep two sunshine rich boys on a leash?

(You don't have to do full on paragraphs unless you want to! Bullets are perfectly fine)

This gets super long (especially for the dorms that have many members), so I placed the rest below the cut! Please enjoy Cheka and Uncle Leona's shenanigans~

Curiouser and Curiouser...

"Oji-tan!" Cheka cried out, tugging on his uncle's leather jacket. His wide eyes were set with the glint of mischief and curiosity. "I wanna see more of your school!!"

"... What?" Leona scowled down at his nephew. "You must be joking."

"Nuh-uh!" The lion cub vigorously shook his head. "I really wanna see! Pretty please, Oji-tan?”

“No. Why do you even want to snoop around, anyway? It does you no good.”

“Well, cuz... I might go here one day! I wanna know what this place is all about, in case it’ll be my territory!”

“Hmph. That’s wishful thinking. Your old man’s definitely signing you up for his prissy alma mater.”

“You never know. One day, I might be king of Savanaclaw, just like you...! So can I see the other dorms? Please, please, please? I promise I’ll be super, duper good! Like, on my best behavior good!”

He snorted. “The answer’s not changing, furball. It’s already enough of a hassle to babysit you when you’re stuck in one place. I’m not taking you on a walk, too.”

“Awww!” Cheka crossed his arms and pouted, his tiny ears flattening. “That’s no fun.”

“You’re not here to have fun.” You’re here to annoy me, he thought. “Be thankful I’m even giving you my time at all.”

Cheka puffed up his cheeks in a pout. “Then, then...!! If Oji-tan doesn’t have the time to show me around... Can I go by myself?”

Leona drew back, a little alarmed by the boy’s bold declaration, and the fire burning in his face. The rebound came just as fast though, quirking his lips up into a sly curve. “... Sure. Knock yourself out, kid.”

“Okay! I’ll go and do that!” Cheka turned and bolted off immediately, his little tail trailing behind him.

"O-Oi, wait...!! Cheka...!! I wasn’t being serious. You can’t just run off on your own...!! Get back here right now, you little... Tch. He’s already gone, huh?” He ran a hand through his mane of chocolate hair. “Damn it. I’d better follow the furball before he gets himself killed.”

Heartslabyul is in the middle of an Unbirthday party when Cheka crashes it (followed by Leona). Riddle nearly spits up his lemon tea at the disruption.

Trey puts himself between the lion beastmen and a seething Riddle, crouching onto his knees to address Cheka (who calls Trey the “jolly green giant”). After some negotiations, Trey takes Cheka by the hand and pulls up two extra chairs to seat him and Leona.

At this point, Riddle has calmed down considerably and invites his fellow Dorm Leader and Cheka to join them. Big mistake, because neither of the Kingscholars follow any formal tea party protocols.

Leona sits slovenly in his seat and just tears into whatever’s served to him, and Cheka’s making funny shapes with his napkin and talking with his mouth full. Riddle grits his teeth and does his best to keep from lecturing them for their terrible table manners. (He comes close to blowing up when Cheka mentions how fast he’s been growing, and Leona comments that Cheka will soon be taller than “the red young master”.)

Trey does his best to relieve the tension by offering more tea, cake, scones, or sandwiches whenever their guests’ cups or plates run low. He reminds Cheka to brush his teeth thoroughly after eating this many sweets... but when Cheka mentions he doesn’t floss, Trey looks like he’s going to pass out.

Cater loves having unexpected guests at Unbirthday parties! It really livens things up. He keeps pestering Cheka to take a selfie with him (cuz imagine the mad clout he’d get if he posted a pic with a prince!), but Leona glares at him to make him back off.

While the lion cub has his mouth stuffed with pastries, he leans over in his seat to look at Cater’s photo albums and Magicam page. Cheka and Cater have a lot of fun chatting about the fun things they’ve seen or done, and Cheka promises to give Cater a follow! (”Hehe, score 1 for Cay-kun!”)

Ace keeps snickering every time Cheka calls Leona “Ojitan” and takes every possible opportunity to do a funny voice mocking the Savanaclaw Dorm Leader (which earns him glares from Leona).

He actually gets along really well with Cheka, managing to keep him entertained with sleights of hand and various card tricks. Cheka’s super impressed when Ace can correctly identify the card he picked at random, and demands that he do the same tricks over and over. (Ace gets worn out by the end of the party after so much repetition.)

Deuce gets along with Cheka pretty well, too! They mainly talk about their love of “cool” things and how they want to improve themselves in the future. It’s actually pretty inspirational listening to them talk about their dreams and aspirations!

Everyone takes it easy on Cheka when they play croquet, thereby easily letting him snag the victory.

Deuce and Cheka share a fist bump and wish each other luck before he and his uncle leave the party. The next time they meet, they swear that they’ll be even better men than they were before!

Cheka and Leona circle back to Savanaclaw to see what it has to offer! When they arrive, they catch Ruggie returning from one of his part-time jobs. As soon as the hyena spots the little prince, his eyes light up (the “dollar signs in the eyes” look, as Leona calls it) and he shies over with a lazy grin.

Ruggie totally kisses up to Cheka, and cracks a lot of jokes to get him to smile. He’s hoping the little guy might fork over some madol, or maybe some royal favor... but instead of either of those, Cheka just laughs and gives Ruggie a pat on the head!

“... Geez, you can’t sell head pats,” Ruggie grumbles, gently swatting his hand away. “Well, whatever. It was worth a shot, I guess.”

Leona tells Ruggie that he should give Cheka a tour of the dorm, but the hyena refuses unless Leona agrees to pay him for his services. Midargument, Jack returns from a jog and, overhearing their discussion, offers himself up to be helpful to his upperclassmen!

Just as Leona’s about to hand Cheka over to Jack, Cheka clings to Leona and demands that his uncle tag along, too (b-but not because he’s scared of Jacks’ face or anything like that!)! Ruggie snickers and tells them to have fun before leaving for his next shift.

Jack shows a great amount of respect to Cheka, even though the cub is much younger and smaller. After all, Cheka’s related to his Dorm Leader, and he’s a prince! Jack spends the entire tour calling Cheka the “little boss” and doting on his every word!

The wolf does a decent job at showing off Savanaclaw’s facilities, though he’s a bit stiff about it. They make several pitstops to help sate Cheka’s curiosity--he jumps up and down on the bridges, stares through wide windows, climbs rocks, and races around in open areas.

At some point, Leona tries to sneak off to crash in his bedroom, but Jack stops him with a lecture on “responsibility” and “setting a good example for the youth”. Leona just rolls his eyes and decides to keep tagging along, if only to keep Jack from preaching more.

The indoor waterfall pool is what impresses Cheka the most. In fact, he just dives right in to cool off when he sees it! Jack and Leona get drenched from the splash--and while Jack just sighs, Leona becomes irritated and dives in right after his nephew!

Leona and Cheka wrestle around in the water for a bit, with Leona ultimately coming out on top. He fishes the wet lion cub out of the water and rushes him a towel and a change of clothes. Where they’re going next, they won’t need the extra moisture.

After expending all that energy running around, Cheka’s hungry again--so what better place to check in for a meal than the infamous Mostro Lounge? Leona begrudgingly brings his nephew there, but it takes all his willpower to not pick a fight with the smug-faced twins or their octopunk of a boss.

Jade politely welcomes Leona and Cheka to the restaurant, and while Leona remains defensive, Cheka falls for Jade’s “nice guy” act. The young prince even shakes hands with him. (”Oya, I am honored by your kindness, Cheka-san. It seems you do not take after your uncle.”)

They’re seated at a prime booth, and Floyd comes to take their orders. Upon spotting a fishie he’s never seen before, Floyd proceeds to completely ignore Leona in lieu of amusing himself with Cheka.

The eel basically only talks to Cheka and keeps going off track while they’re ordering. Like, Leona’s in the middle of saying what he wants, and Floyd will dismiss it, then ask some kind of silly, unrelated question, like if Cheka has any stupid stories about his uncle--

After much longer than was necessary, Floyd jots their order down and dashes off to the kitchen to deliver it. While they’re waiting for their food, Cheka kneels in his seat and watches all the marine life drifting by through the giant glass wall behind them. Leona dozes off for a nap.

Jade swings by to check on them and offers complimentary water, freshly baked bread, and butter, which Cheka happily accepts! He coats a roll in butter and chows down on it, which Jade remarks as being “cute”. (”Fufu. Now if only Leona-san could be as adorable as you, little one.”)

Cheka speaks up, pointing out that his uncle is cute. (”... Oh?” Jade asks, feigning ignorance.) Cheka spills a few embarrassingly cute things about Leona--like how he jumps away and hisses at cucumbers! Jade chuckles and acts surprised, but... he has definitely tucked away those tidbits for future blackmail.

That’s when Floyd shows up, slamming down a tray of food for the table. Leona snaps away from his nap, and, upon seeing both twins leering down at him, roars for them to leave him and Cheka alone.

At the end of their meal, who should show up but Azul himself, bearing a smug smile. “Aaah, Leona-san! I’m flattered that you would grace the Mostro Lounge with your patronage. And this little gentleman here must be the young prince of the Afterglow Savannah.”

“Fuck off, octopunk.” (“Language! You’re in front of a child.”)

Cheka obliviously keeps slurping his (slimy, yet satisfying) noodles up. The two argue back and forth for a bit... then Azul drops a bombshell on them: the entire meal is free (and look, he’ll throw in this neat free toy with their food). Cheka’s happy, but Leona is very suspicious. He refuses to let Cheka take the toy, and slaps down a wad of madol anyway.

“Trying to get free publicity from the royal family through a kid? Why don’t you take your fishy lips and go kiss someone else’s ass?” Leona challenges, tugging on his nephew to get him to stand. “Oi, come on. We’re leaving--before the seafood starts to smell even more.”

A little bit into their Scarabia excursion, Cheka ends up on Leona’s back. The heat has him all tuckered out, so he needs to rely on his uncle to carry him to the dorm!

Kalim quickly ushers his guests inside and calls for Jamil to prepare drinks, snacks, and fans (much to Jamil’s dismay). He offers a sea of soft rugs and plush cushions for the beastmen to lounge on, which Cheka just loves. The cub squishes his face into a pillow that’s just about the same size as he is!

Jamil pops out of the kitchen with the things Kalim requested and sets them down on a table. He steps back, and catches Leona’s gaze. Both of them look dead inside and share a nod--a silent agreement that they are both waaay too tired to deal with the balls of energy that are Kalim and Cheka. (Child leash, Jamil mouths his suggestion.)

Even though he ate lunch not too long ago, Cheka’s already sampling more grapes, cheeses, and crackers! As soon as he finishes eating something, Kalim’s eager to shove more things at him to try, or offer another cup of (super sugary) tea! (... Honestly, it’s like two hyperactive kids on a playdate while their exhausted parents watch them.)

After snacking, Kalim takes Cheka to explore the bejeweled halls of his dorm, with Jamil and Leona trailing behind. They spend a long time in the menagerie--a large room where Kalim houses his animals! Cheka goes around petting each fuzzy, furry, or feathered friend!

In the treasure storage room, Kalim lets Cheka dive into piles of gold and gems, swimming around like a rich duck in a pool of money. While Cheka’s splashing in gold, he accidentally steps on the magic carpet, which nips at his toes!

The kid is fascinated by the sentient carpet, so Kalim offers to give him a ride. Leona tiredly agrees, and they all hop aboard (because as much as Leona and Jamil dislike it, they can’t trust Kalim and Cheka on their own).

The ride is absolutely magical for Cheka, but a nightmare for Leona. Cheka keeps leaning off the side of the carpet to look down below (”Ooh, there’s an oasis down there!!), or reaching up to try and grasp a cloud, only for it to vanish into water vapor. He comes close to falling off so many times, it almost gives Leona a heart attack!!

After one nerve-wrecking round trip, Kalim deposits the beastman duo on the ground. He thanks them for coming by, then invites them to show up again for the banquet he’s throwing this weekend. Jamil cuts in before the situation worsens. “I think it would be best not to trouble them any further, Kalim. They must be very busy.”

Leona silently thanks the Great Seven for being spared from attending one of Kalim’s annoying parties. As they’re leaving, Cheka lets Kalim know he thinks he was a great host, and that just beings a huge smile to Kalim’s face—but a collective groan from Jamil and Leona.

Leona’s been dreading the visit to Pomefiore all day. As soon as he and Cheka step into Vil’s proverbial kingdom, they’re tackled by a certain huntsman. “Ah, Roi du Léon...!” Rook cries, Leona caught in his vicegrip, “Have you come to pay a visit to Roi du Poison! He shall surely be honored by your presence!” (He won’t.) (”Tch...! Rook, you bastard! Let go of me!!”)

Rook takes notice of Cheka, and, delighted at the thought of observing a lion cub, drops Leona and seizes Cheka instead. To Leona’s shock, Cheka just... stands there and blinks up at Rook fearlessly. “You’re kinda weird, mister!!” (”Hohoh! So the petit lionceau has a bite. Fascinating!!”)

The huntsman circles Cheka, poking and prodding him (which makes the kid laugh) and asking questions that any normal person would consider invasive. (But Rook isn’t exactly normal.) Leona growls and warns Cheka to stay back, but Rook has zero fear or shame and continues to bombard them with questions, grabbing their ears and tails--

“Rook. What are you doing? That is not how we treat our visitors.”

Rook suddenly steps back and dips into a kneel--and, to Leona’s dismay, Vil emerges with Epel in tow. “Fufu. You have returned from your afternoon stroll, mon roi.”

Vil waves a hand, dismissing Rook. “I must apologize for that man’s idiocy. I assure you that it does not reflect on Pomefiore as a whole.” Cheka doesn’t quite get it, but he’s mesmerized by Vil’s beauty and compliments him!

The actor takes an interest in Cheka and decides to dress him up against Leona’s protests. Vil throws an entire closet’s worth of clothes and accessories at Cheka, even giving him a little dusting of powder to enhance his appearance. Cheka doesn’t seem to mind, and actually has fun parading around in different outfits.

Leona grunts, completely bored out of his skull, as Vil claps and tells Cheka to twirl to show off the full range of his clothes. The queen beams proudly, but it turns bitter when he addresses Leona. “How can such a sweet, talented boy be related to a brute such as yourself?” (”Oi, don’t go insulting Epel now,” Leona says sarcastically. Epel chortles, but Vil isn’t amused.)

Leona and Vil bicker for a little, as per usual, and Cheka finds himself staring from behind his uncle’s leg at the young man that lingers behind Vil. Epel awkwardly waves, unsure of what else to do or to say... and Cheka makes a funny face back! Epel frowns, but makes a funny face of his own in return!

That starts a little showdown between the two, but it’s cut off when Vil takes notice and scolds Epel for acting out of turn! He pinches his ear and tells him off for misbehaving. As punishment, it now falls to Epel to escort Leona and Cheka around Pomefiore!

Epel takes on the role of tour guide (begrudgingly). He power walks ahead of the beastmen, rushing through grand ballrooms and manicured lines while parroting lines about Pomefiore’s rich history. Epel glosses over a lot of stuff to get through it as soon as possible, then shoos Leona and Cheka away!

(... Rook was stalking them the entire time with his camera in hand. He’d soon have more photographs to add to his secret stash.)

Ortho greets the duo when they step into Ignihyde’s cold, sterile hallways. Cheka’s hesitant about approaching Ortho at first--they seem to be about the same age, but why’s his robot all shiny, and his hair on fire? After seeing how friendly Ortho is, he gets over his initial fear and excitedly talks with the robot boy!

Because of how empty Ignihyde’s corridors tend to be, the kids’ bubbly voices echo and carry throughout the whole building. They get into a heated discussion about how great their uncle and big brother are, becoming increasingly loud and animated. (Leona groans and covers his ears.)

Curious as he is, Cheka sticks his hand in Ortho’s hair, and is shocked to find that it doesn’t burn him! “Are you surprised, Cheka Kingscholar-san? My ‘hair’ is actually an artificial flame projected by a magic of fire and light attributes. Nii-san invented it himself! Isn’t that so cool?” (”Wow, that’s amazing!”)

Ortho lets Cheka practice roaring at him! Using his audio-recording, playback, and analysis software, Ortho can play Cheka’s roar back, measure how loud it is, and provide feedback on how Cheka can work on it!

The robot boy excitedly introduces Cheka to his brother (who speaks to them only through the door of his bedroom). Idia gives haughty and dismissive responses until it becomes clear to him that Cheka just will not stop talking. He goes quiet and lets Cheka take control of the conversation, but it seems like there’s no end in sight.

At last, the door opens a bit and Idia’s golden eyes peer out from the darkness. A pale hand extends out and drops a few pieces of candy into Cheka’s hands. “P-Please just g-go away now... L-Let me go back to my games...” (Typical White Radish Sprout.)

The door is slammed in the lion cub’s face, sentencing him and Leona to the shadow realm. Ortho says sorry in place of Idia, but Cheka reassures him that it’s fine, because his uncle gets grumpy sometimes, too! (”I’m right here, furball. I can hear everything you’re saying.”)

Ortho sees Leona and Cheka off at the mirror portal. As the children say their farewells, they’re sure to make a promise to build a snowman together when they meet next.

By the time Leona and Cheka make it to Diasomnia, night has fallen, and the moon and stars are already up. Leona loudly knocks on the castle doors, eager to get this over with. He can already hear the bed calling his name.

Lilia answers, and when he sees Cheka, he enthusiastically ushers him and Leona inside. “You’re just in time for dinner. I’m sure Malleus won’t mind a few surprise guests.” (At the mention of the overgrown lizard’s name, Leona can feel his fur and skin crawl.)

Lilia drags the beastmen into Diasomnia’s dining room, where Silver, Sebek, and Malleus are already seated. Malleus and Silver look surprised, but remain relatively calm, when they see Leona and Cheka. Sebek, on the other hand, snaps the head off his spoon.

The first year slams down his broken silverware, stands up from his seat, and, pointing an accusing finger at Leona, demands to know why and how he has infiltrated the young master’s domain.

Sebek’s shouting startles Cheka, and he, despite trembling in fear, stands up for his uncle and attempts to roar back to intimidate the knight. This, for whatever reason, actually impresses Sebek. He praises Cheka for having a backbone, and salutes him as a budding young man, but continues to remain on the defensive about Leona.

“Calm yourself, Sebek. They are my guests for the evening. How could you turn down such an adorable little tot and his guardian?” Lilia tuts, taking his place beside Malleus. “I trust that no one has any objections?”

Silver remains silent. Malleus looks like he wants to say something, but he bites his tongue. “... None. Kingscholar and... Miniature Kingscholar, you may be seated.”

With the wave of his hand, the prince summons silverware for Leona and Cheka. (”Show-off,” Leona grumbles under his breath. Malleus definitely hears that, but, again, holds back from making a passive aggressive remark. A nobleman must have poise, dignity--)

The tension in the room is so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Pretty much only Lilia and Cheka are making efforts to make conversation. Sebek is glaring at Leona, Leona is glaring at Malleus, Malleus is just trying to focus on his own meal, and Silver... Well, Silver is almost falling asleep in his bowl of soup.

“Such a rambunctious child. Clever, too,” Lilia remarks with a swig of his tomato juice. “I would be cautious if I were you, Leona. I may very well kidnap Cheka and raise him as my own if you aren’t!”

Silence. Then someone coughs.

“Come now, it was just a joke! Laugh!” (Lilia laughs at his own joke, and Cheka giggles along with him, but no one else does.)

Dinner passes by awkwardly. Lilia clears off the table and waves everyone else off, insisting that they go socialize in the common room lounge. Sebek grabs a book and parks himself on a couch, while Silver sits at the other end of it with a cup of after-dinner coffee. Leona claims another couch to himself and knocks right out.

Malleus excuses himself for a night time stroll, only to feel a tug on his sleeve. When he looks down, he finds Cheka clinging to him. “Can I come too, Lizard Nii-san?” (... Kingscholar must have taught him that.)

“Very well, if that is what you wish.”

Together, they plunge into the moonlit night. They don’t venture too far from Diasomnia--only as far as its bramble extends, but just far enough for Cheka to get a taste of the dark, twisted world. Diasomnia’s twisted flora casts scary shadows across the land, causing him to cling harder onto Malleus’s hand.

“... So, miniature Kingscholar. Am I to believe that you are the future king of the Afterglow Savannah? If so, that is quite a weight on your shoulders.”

“Yup!” Cheka smiles up at Malleus. “My dad says that, one day, everything the light touches will be mine! I can’t wait to be king, so I can do lots of good things for everyone. My friends, my family... especially Oji-tan!”

“... And why is that, if I may ask? This fixation on your... Oji-tan.”

Cheka hesitates--staring into the shadows. “... Oji-tan seems sad and angry sometimes. He doesn’t say it, and he doesn’t tell me, but it’s just the feeling I get!”

Malleus nods. He understands the sentiment, just based on his own personal interactions with Leona. Envious, competitive, seeking to prove himself. Petty, but in a pitiful way. Never enough.

“A king’s gotta make all his people happy! Oji-tan counts as a person, too. He...” A yawn. “He deserves... to be... hap... py...”

“Oh dear. You seem to be tired, little one.” Malleus leans the child up against him, giving him a place to rest. “... Sleep now. I will see to it that you and your uncle are safely returned to bed.”

Cheka’s eyes slowly drift shut.

With the smallest bit of his magic, Malleus brings himself and the child back to Diasomnia. He whisks Cheka up in his arms and carries him to the lounge, where Leona is still snoozing.

“How was the walk?” Lilia asks.

Malleus sweeps by his Vice Dorm Leader, carefully depositing Cheka atop of Leona. The lion beastman unconsciously shifts in his sleep, his arms moving to wrap around his nephew. Malleus smiles to himself and steps back. “... It was a wonderful walk.”

Leona and Cheka would wake up the next morning to find themselves back in Savanaclaw. Both of them would wonder if that dorm tour trip was just a dream or not--but neither of them would know the truth for sure.

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