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As Dreamers Do Chapter 4

This chapter comes to you a day early! I might switch things up a bit from Saturdays to Fridays for posting just because I tend to have a bit more free time those days, but we'll see!

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It is during class the next day that Goro’s phone begins to buzz. He’s spent most of the day ignoring the teacher’s rambling to plot out his schedule for the next few days in his mind, he has cases to finish up, Kurusu to research, the doctor to look into, a few interviews to prep for, and of course Shido’s newest demands to look forward to. It is a muddled kind of plotting as his mind is catching up from a near all nighter the evening before. Despite everything, school work did indeed need to be finished on time, and he'd left quite the pile of it to stew for far too long.

That had gone so long into the night he’d been left with dark bags this morning under his eyes, forcing him to alter his makeup routine to something more covering than normal to hide the exhaustion obvious on his features. He likes to think he’s rather good at makeup, and has grown expert in hiding what he doesn’t want others to see about him, like signs of exhaustion or bruises from poorly executed trips to the Metaverse.

His third cup of coffee keeps his eyes open and mind churning, because of this he’s aware enough to know his phone going off in the middle of the school day is a bad sign. He scratches off the faint hope of squeezing in a nap today and scoops his phone from his pocket as surreptitiously as he can.

His stomach gurgles uncomfortably when he sees the reminder he’d set flash back up at him, cream from the coffee curdling in distress. He’s been so distracted by Kurusu and his whole deal that he had almost forgotten about the target he has to deal with by the end of the day. Briefly he wonders if he can feign illness to sneak out and get a head start. Even as the teacher’s voice goes on about some aspect of the English canon and how it’s important to even Japanese students, he decides he can’t, he needs to keep things as normal as possible, for his image. He can’t just be seen cutting class like that.

The phone is halfway back to being tucked into the nook in his desk when it buzzes again, thankfully still in his palm and not rattling against the wood. All thoughts of checking it flee from his mind when he hears his name from his teacher.

“Akechi, why don’t you tell the class what this says, and who said it.” Goro looks up to see his teacher pointing at the whiteboard. There a line of English has been written.

Goro’s brows knit for a moment as he scans the line, “With every day, and from both sides of my intelligence, the moral and the intellectual, I thus drew steadily nearer to the truth, by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a dreadful shipwreck: that man is not truly one, but truly two.” He reads, tone and intonation perfect, “It is from Robert Lewis Stevenson’s The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde .”

It is a familiar work, they’d been required to read it the previous year and write a lengthy essay on the author and narrative comparing it with a chosen work of Japanese fiction. Goro had not hated the story.

“Excellent!” The praise comes a moment before his teacher turns to the rest of the class, already focused on the lecture again, “Robert Lewis Stevenson known well for his adventure fiction has works that have been adapted—”

He risks another glance down at his phone, convinced he’s safe from further scrutiny for the moment. Kurusu’s name belongs to the newest message, making Goro frown. What does he want?

Oh. It takes a moment but memory floods back, they were going to meet today to discuss the Metaverse in more detail. His plate is truly overflowing. With his mission at the forefront of Goro’s mind, his own decision regarding this meeting is easy. Kurusu can wait. After all, it's not like he’s going to just jump back into the Metaverse for no reason. He doesn’t know how, nor does he have a Persona.

Goro: Apologies, something has come up, I won’t be able to keep our meeting today. Why don’t we reschedule for tomorrow?

He sends the message without even reading the one Kurusu sent, and turns his attention back to class, mind racing with thoughts about how to deal with the upcoming target.

The trip to Mementos ends up being long and arduous, but he finds his target at last and can head home, all free time eaten up while he'd been in the Metaverse. His body aches with exhaustion and all Goro wants is to skip school for the next few days to sleep to hide from the world. Instead, he takes a long shower, then digs out a fresh set of clothes to set out for the next morning’s interview. Then, he falls into bed, stomach gurgling almost as soon as his head hits the pillow. He considers prying himself up to find something to eat, and decides against it. The shoot is at a local café, and Goro will be expected to eat at least something during the interview with…he can’t remember the woman’s name. Some host known for her cooking, he thinks. Or maybe how she rates restaurants? He’s too tired to care.

He curls in on himself and squeezes his eyes shut, praying the next day goes better than this one.

“Ah! Akechi-kun, glad you made it.” Koji Sato says, arms held out to give him an air hug the same way he always does.

He’s dressed in his usual style, thin glasses perched over a sharp nose to reveal even sharper blue eyes. His suit is immaculate and professional, it’s opened just enough it lends an air of youth to his fifty years, and almost makes one forget the salt and pepper tone to his short dark curls.

Goro’s public smile is already in place as he allows the man to wave his arms around him, not touching, “Sato-san, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

His agent tuts and gives him a wink, “Come now, Akechi-kun, of course I was going to be here! Kana-chan is a must see!”

What he means, is that he’s hoping to snag her as a client if she doesn’t already have an actual agent. She does in fact have an internet show rating restaurants, and while she’s fairly new, she’s a rising star who might still be too fresh to have found proper representation yet.

Kana-chan, turns out to be both very sweet and in need of an agent. A win for both Goro and Sato. What’s even better, is that they are treated to a breakfast that’s quite good, and quickly fills the gnawing hole in his stomach. It’s easy enough after that for the two to fill their time with chatter about their favorite cafes, coffee styles, and even breakfast dishes.

It’s the best interview he’s had so far, even though he hates to talk about food like this. Why he’d let Sato talk him into starting the food blog, Goro has no idea. There’s just about a hundred other things he could have done. But he will admit, the cutesy sweets themed posts have done a lot in getting his face out there. Almost better than the case he’s solved have. The interview with Kana-chan will be just one more boost to his reputation.

As he’s getting ready to leave, Kato pats his back, bright smile on his face, “Great job today! I’ll send over the link to the video when it’s up so you can have a look, but I think this one’ll be a real winner.”

Goro nods, “I agree, thank you for setting this up.”

“Of course, of course! Anything for my rising star. Now, the best way to build off of this is you pushing a few new posts. I’m going to send a couple similar cafes your way, make sure you hit them up in the next week or two alright?”

The urge to roll his eyes is strong, but he resists it. Kato has a terrible habit of telling him things he already knows like he’s still new at this. Goro’s only got roughly a year under his belt but it’s been a good year, and he learns fast. He doesn’t need to be treated like a newbie.

Still he smiles, “Sure. Have you found someone who wants to talk about some of my cases yet?” He adds, wishing his agent would get on that rather than be so into building up his heartthrob image.

Sato nods so hard his glasses almost fall off his face, with a finger he slips them back up his nose, “I’ve got a couple bites, but what you really need is something big! I know you’ve been focused on those shutdown cases, but what about something with a little more, I don’t know? Pizzazz?”

“Sato-san, we’ve been over this. I can’t just drop what I’m working on. That wouldn’t be very professional of me, would it?” Goro’s tone is patient, like he hasn't gone over all this before with the man. But Sato is insistent when he gets something in his head. It's part of what makes him a good agent, and part of what makes Goro want to wring his neck sometimes.

He often wonders if Koji Sato has any idea of the scope of the conspiracy he’s stumbled into. Shido had only brought him in when they realized the public’s perception of Goro let him delve further into Mementos, and thus reach deeper targets. So it stands to reason he might not have any other connection to things beyond just being hired by Shido. It would be less exhausting if he were aware of just why Goro had to keep on the Shutdown cases, and not drop everything to…he doesn’t know become some kind of idol just for his looks alone. He’s not complaining too much, Sato is an excellent agent, he just sometimes has different ideas of where he thinks he can make Goro shine than either Goro or Shido want him to focus on.

“Oh I understand, but if something spicy does come up, don’t hesitate to jump on it. The public loves sensation, Akechi-kun.”

Goro manages to extract himself from the conversation with a tight smile and a promise to be on the lookout for anything ‘sensational’. Then it’s off to school to finish out his day there.

He actually manages to make it to the last lesson of the school day before anything disastrous happens.

There is a twinge of anxiety in his chest as his phone starts to buzz, the rhythm indicating a phone call. It is most likely from Shido, the man is ruthless when it comes to failure, and Goro’s been waiting on this call like a ticking time bomb since he and Kurusu stumbled out of Mementos the other day. Still, he doesn’t want, nor have time for an onslaught of demands right now.

When he does look down at it, Kurusu’s name reads on the screen. Why is he calling? Before Goro can puzzle it out, his teacher calls on the class's attention.

Even as Goro tries to focus on an assignment being handed out his phone goes off again, this time in short bursts indicating a text has come through. He sucks in a stilling breath and ignores it, pointedly taking notes on what he’s expected to turn in at the next class.

Three more texts come in back to back. Goro feels them in his teeth.

He’s sure that if he doesn’t send some kind of response Kurusu will be walking through the classroom door in the next few minutes.

Without looking his fingers flash across the screen:

Goro: In class, give me 20.

The buzzing ceases.

The moment class is out, he ducks away brushing off one girl’s attempts to corner him over something that sounds suspiciously like the start of a confession. His attempt at a polite ‘Pardon me’ most certainly comes off as rude especially as it’s tossed over his shoulder as he ducks around a clump of boys talking about basketball.

Once he’s outside, pressed up against the brick in a secluded part of the courtyard where teens think they can get away with smoking, he takes a look at the messages.

Kurusu: Thought you might not be in class today. We need to set a time to meet.

Kurusu: A lot has happened.

Kurusu: Like Metaverse stuff.

Kurusu: Don’t ignore these like yesterday, please.

He scrolls back up to read Kurusu’s message from the day before.

Kurusu: I just entered the Metaverse on accident, and took someone with me. Call me, I need to talk to you about it.

Well shit . Kurusu had ended up in the Metaverse after all, and dragged another person along with him. It’s fine, he can deal with this, at least he hopes he can.

He’s flicked out of messages and into his contacts to call Kurusu when his phone rings, Shido’s name lighting it up like a beacon of chaos. The universe really has it out for Goro, like it’s decided now is the best time to play some grand prank. He absolutely cannot let this go to voicemail.

“Yes?” He picks up, hoping he doesn’t sound as strung out as he’s suddenly feeling.

“Your next few days are booked.” Shido starts, and Goro only just bites back a swear, “Inform the school you’ll be out.”

His free hand tightens around the handle of his briefcase, the smooth handle pressing into his palm, but he keeps his tone neutral, “Might I ask what will have me so busy?”

Shido’s voice is clipped, “I’ve had to agree to a number of extra deals in order to cover for your failure with that engineer. This fallout is your responsibility.”

Pain radiates up Goro’s ear from how tightly he’s clenched his jaw. He forces himself to loosen it and say, “Of course.”

He says it in his most unaffected of voices, like he doesn’t care at all that he’s about to lose days to this. That Shido’s upended a million plans or put off Kurusu’s legitimately important call again . Kurusu, who if Goro can’t get in line soon, might actually become an issue Shido would want dealt with.

Shido’s word is law, and Goro has to treat it that way.

“Only for a little longer.” Loki promises, the words a comforting purr at the back of his mind.

The call ends there, leaving Goro to stew. He kicks back at the brick behind him viciously. He has no idea what to even say to Kurusu. He can’t call him, he doesn’t trust his voice to come out tidy. Not right now. Not as an almost helpless frustration races through his veins, choking his lungs, making him want to scream. He has to answer him, has to come up with something, anything , to make it seem like he’s not blowing him off.

Goro: Apologies, a very serious case has come up. If it were anything but an issue of life or death I would postpone it to speak with you. Until then do your best to avoid entering the Metaverse again without me. Do not click on that app, delete it if you can.

Little dots appear on his phone indicating that Kurusu is working on a reply, before they stop. They start again, blinking away at him for a long time before they stop again. Minutes tick by. In an uncharacteristic display of anxiety, Goro’s foot taps up and down against the concrete in quick bursts, heel scraping against the brick.

Goro: I understand waiting is difficult, however please give me some time.

The message is also uncharacteristic. Goro doesn’t cushion his words with artificial softness. There’s no need to be gentle in telling Kurusu not to engage in stupid or dangerous activities, in fact the warning works better as something sharp and vicious. But there is something about Kurusu’s delay in responding that bothers him.

At last a response pings back.

Kurusu: Just a few days?

Goro: Yes.

Kurusu: Be safe.

He frowns, lips pressing together at the words before shoving his phone in his pocket.

Akira’s not exactly proud of how he dealt with Akechi’s death. In fact, he freely admits that he’d spiraled. Morgana had told him as much, along with all the other thieves.

Spiraling is a nice word for what he'd been like. Obsessed is better. It's the only word he can think of for how he'd heaped mounds of guilt on himself deciding for some reason that researching every mental shutdown and psychotic break Shido had ever ordered Akechi to carry out would be a good idea. He’d memorized names, and dates, and poured over family profiles until he saw them in his nightmares. Saw Akechi in his waking hours, tutting at him, and scoffing, disdainful of his futile attempts at changing the course of events. He hadn't been able to get him out of his head, hadn't been able to stop thinking about every what if and scenario. If he'd just met Akechi a few years, months, days, earlier, if he'd known. If he'd said something to him when they'd learned about the plot. Over and over his mind tried things, endlessly taking apart events and putting them back together in different ways. Like any of that would actually change things. Like he ever had a chance.

Eventually, Ann and Makoto had staged an intervention.

When he’d suddenly found himself standing in Mementos the date on his phone reading the same year he’d come to Tokyo he’d thought, for a few brief moments that maybe he could use that now. Use it to step in and interrupt those cases happening, stop Akechi in his tracks. Keep those people safe, while he subsequently ripped Akechi out of the destructive loop he was caught in.

He stares at his phone reading Akechi’s messages again, anxiety pooling in his stomach like oil, slick and nauseating. The thing he’s quickly learning about time travel is, once he’s changed something, the consequences are swift and merciless. He’d been sure his not so ‘surprise Metaverse visit’ would get a bite yesterday. More so today with a reminder and the calls. It should have gotten the detective instantly at his door, demanding answers and insisting on joining them to keep them out of trouble.

And it would have worked if not for one thing: fucking Shido Masayoshi.

Akira hates that man so much.

He hates him more than he’s hated anything or anyone in this world. The feeling burns in his chest, fire licking at his insides, fueling that spark of rebellion that’s always lived there, in want of little more than a match to set him aflame. He cannot wait to steal Akechi from Shido. Slip him out from under his thumb like the thief he is, proving just how much a fool Shido is for being willing to toss him away like trash, rather than the treasure he is.

From Shido and Yaldabaoth. Neither of them can have him. Not this time. Never again. He’s here to make sure of it.

Except no amount of preparation can fix the fact that stopping Akechi from following Shido’s orders just this once has consequences he’d never intended. While he’d been infuriatingly vague in his message, Akira knows he’s not on a case. It’s a hit, or some other unsavory demand from the man.

He’s so stupid. He should have thought of that, but he’d been so wrapped up in his sudden chance to try something he’d spent hours daydreaming about. So elated to see Akechi alive he hadn’t spared even a moment’s thought for what consequences might arise from his meddling.

Not that he regrets saving all those lives. He just wishes it didn’t mean more trouble for his friend.

Akira kicks off from the wall he’s been leaning against and turns his eyes up to the imposing figure that is Shujin Academy. He’ll just have to do better with this next set of events he’s trying to change.

At least this time he’s had time to plan and work out what he’s going to say, what he’ll do.

Teens start to filter out of the school with practice finally over for the day to release them back to their homes and families. Akira waits, and waits, until he sees the two people he’s here to find and steps forward.

“Hi, Takamaki-san, right? We’re in the same class, I’m—”

“The new transfer student. Kurusu-kun, right?” Ann says, pausing.

Beside her, Shiho stops as well, looking rough, but nothing like she might in a few days if Akira can’t alter her trajectory.

He gives them a winning smile, hand going to the back of his neck, “That’s me. I was wondering if you might have time to go over some homework with me? It’s so much to catch up on already.”

She eyes him, skeptical, “I’m sorry,” She starts to say, clearly wanting to help, but wary of making inroads with him. Which, fair. He gets that. She already knows he lied about school that first day, plus there’s the million rumors already spiraling out of control about him flooding the school. He could be a murderer for all she knows. It’s not like Akira doesn’t actually know one of those himself.

So he lets his eyes go watery, makes his voice soft, “That’s okay. I understand. I won’t bother you about it again.” He lets his voice crack, channeling all those feelings he’d had the last time he’d only just stepped into Shujin, the desire to make a friend, to find someone to help keep him from drowning.

It’s manipulative, he knows that. He's using Ann’s kindness to get what he wants, but he refuses to let events play out the same way they did before. He has to build relationships now. Make sure these two are safe. If he can just turn them both away from Kamoshida now, he can save them so much pain later.

Shiho puts a hand on Ann’s arm, “I could use a little help too. We could do a study session?”

Ann breaks at that, eyes going soft towards her friend, “Okay, sure.” She gives Akira a smile, not the same bright, joyous one he loves, but something hopeful. Like she understands, “Why don’t we go to this diner I know in Shibuya?”

Jazz music drifts around Goro in gentle waves, as he sits, finger tapping to the beat against the base of a glass. Inside blue and green liquid bubbles and shifts as the carbonation of whatever’s been mixed inside pops around ice and a wedge of lime. It’s one of Jazz Jin’s specials, non-alcoholic until he’s old enough to imbibe, but delicious all the same.

Someone is speaking to him from across the table, their tone playful. Or at least that’s what Goro believes their voice to be like. He cannot actually hear it. He knows the words, knows the inflection with which they will fall, but can’t focus on the voice. He tries to look at their face, and it is as out of sync with everything else as the voice is. What he can see is cast in shadow, the only clear image the glint of light off glasses, concealing eyes Goro knows in his gut would pierce him if he could see them.

Despite how vague this person is, Goro is not bothered in the least. He is smiling, a real smile, one he has not let grace his lips in forever. All traces of the Detective Prince have fallen away here in this club. His companion doesn’t need that side of him, in fact they saw through it long ago and accepted Goro as himself.

“And what would your wish be?” The voice asks.

This startles him, but they’ve answered his question honestly and he owes them the same.

“It’s unrealistic.” He hedges, tapping a finger out of rhythm. A drop of condensation slips down and soaks into the tip of his glove.

His companion snorts, “It’s a wish , Akechi. It’s supposed to be unrealistic.”

He huffs, “Fine,” Still he can’t look at them when he says it, eyes trailing over to the woman singing at the mic. In stark comparison to his companion, the woman is in perfect clarity, dress a brilliant red, hair tied up and wrapped with something that glitters under the lights.

“I’d wish for more of this. Normal days, spent in good company.”

A few heartbeats pass before Goro dares look back at his companion. When he does, he can feel the traces of pity in their look they’re trying to hide, and scowls, “Stop it. What’s done is done. My actions are my own, I’ve come to accept that. You need to as well so we can move forward, or have you decided to accept his reality?”

He spits the word ‘his’ with such venom it almost shocks him. Whoever this is, Goro cannot stand them. The feeling churns in his stomach, a sick kind of hatred that he’s only ever felt for one other man.

His companion opens their mouth to continue the conversation but then they stiffen for the briefest of moments, and relax again, “I see, so that is your desire.” He still cannot hear the words, but knows these are feminine, which is wrong. The voice should be masculine.

Goro frowns, “If we are being brutally honest, yes, but what does that matter?” His eyes skim off them, unable to take in the details he wants to see, “I’d give much to change the past, but not what he’s asking. I refuse to live in a world with someone else as the architect of my fate.”

A hand reaches for his across the table, skin covered by a glove. They have more of a form now, and if he squints he can almost make them out.

“I’d like to help you with that. What do you say?”

He stares at the gloved hand, and after a beat reaches out to take it.

He opens his eyes to see his own hand reaching up towards the ceiling, fingers splayed out against a beam of sunlight peeking its way through his window. He blinks, there is something blue in the light, fluttering and delicate for just a moment.

His fingers curl into a fist, his mind itching to remember who that person was.

Remember?

No. That was a dream. Not a memory. He’s never invited anyone to Jazz Jin with him. It is his sanctuary. A haven against everything his life has become. Besides, what was with all that talk about wishes and reality?

He lets his hand fall, dropping beside him as he shakes his head against his pillow. It doesn’t matter. It was a dream, nothing more. Perhaps it’s Mementos playing tricks on him again. Frequent trips there do that sometimes, muddling reality and the other world together. Though, this would be the first pleasant one of that type that he’s experienced.

Goro shakes his head against the pillow, and shoves himself up. He doesn’t have time to waste thinking about all this. He needs to get moving. If the sun is making its way into his apartment he’s running late. He needs coffee, to take his morning bike ride, and get on with his day. Shido had given him a veritable laundry list of tasks to do, and he wants to get them done as soon as possible.

The next 48 hours are grueling to say the least. Between Mementos and a horribly cliched mansion of a Palace belonging to one of Shido’s partners Goro spends most of his time in the Metaverse with no break in order to dig up dirt on the man and his partners for Shido.

It is exhausting. All he wants is to crawl back into bed.

Goro is no stranger to being busy, in fact exhaustion and a full plate have been his close companions on his quest for vengeance against his scumbag of a father. That doesn’t stop him wanting to toss it all away and trade it for one good night’s rest. Days without a break have lined his face with exhaustion. Even makeup can’t hide the red in his eyes, or the washed out complexion he’s sporting.

All he’s got is a last target to take care of and then he can rest. Rest, and pray Shido’s punishment is over.

He heads to his favored Mementos entrance for day trips, a busy station where he can easily get lost in the crowd. It’s far easier to fade away in a corner in a space packed with people than be the only person somewhere who just disappears. His phone is in his palm, app just waiting to be activated when—

“Akechi! There you are. How is that case going?” Kurusu slides up next to him, hands tucked into his pockets, school bag tossed over his shoulder. He looks for all intents and purposes a totally normal student.

One who’s train route is—this one, he realizes. Goro bites back a curse.

He defaults to his interview smile, flipping his phone over in his palm so the back is facing up, “It’s progressing quickly.”

“Good!” Kurusu’s returning smile is tight, despite his bright tone, “Looks like it’s taking a toll on you. Long nights?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

One of Kurusu’s heels taps against the ground, a sign of nerves perhaps? Goro can understand that, he owes him a conversation. Some answers about whatever happened on Kurusu’s surprise trip.

“I was hoping we could talk about that accidental Metaverse trip I took the other day.” Kurusu tells him, eyes reading Goro's face, seeing the exhaustion there, “But honestly? I think you probably need to call it a day and get some sleep.”

That’s all Goro wants to do. But he can’t put this off any longer. Today. After Mementos and a nap. Hopefully whatever happened was something simple. It has to have been right? Or Kurusu would have put up more of a fight regarding the whole thing.

He shakes his head, “What about after school? I have a few things regarding this case that cannot wait, but I should be free by then.”

Kurusu glances at the subway station entrance, before turning his attention back on Goro, “Not right after school. I have something I need to do then. What about tonight? We could meet at Leblanc, my friend should be able to make it then too.”

Goro’s forgotten about the friend Kurusu took with him into the Metaverse. Just one more complication in this ever growing web.

“As much as I’d enjoy another cup of that excellent coffee, are you certain you wish to discuss that type of information in front of your boss?” Goro crosses his arms.

“Ah, right, Sojiro doesn’t—” Kurusu runs a hand through his hair, frustration ebbing off him in waves as he bites his lip.

He waits a moment, testing the boy a bit to see if he has an alternate suggestion, something that might come quickly to mind and disprove the whole ‘recent move’ excuse. Even with Sakura-san backing him up, something about it all still feels so off. And he hasn’t had a chance to really, properly , research the boy the way he wants to. Not yet at least.

When Kurusu gives him nothing, Goro takes pity on him at last, “There is a café in Kichijoji we can go to. I believe they are open later than most. Will that suffice?” It is one on Sato’s list, and will help Goro kill two birds with one stone. He wonders what his fans would say if he includes a picture of himself and the others together.

Kurusu blinks at him in surprise, his hand dropping back to his side, “Oh, yeah. That’ll work.” He smiles, “Breakfast for dinner sounds fun. Text me the address and we’ll meet you there. Around six maybe?”

“Six will work.”

He’s rewarded with a bright smile, “Perfect. Don’t be late, and don’t cancel on us again. I don’t know what I’d do without my Metaverse-sempai.”

Goro grimaces at that, “Don’t call me that.”

That only makes Kurusu’s smile widen as he points at him, “Noted. But you have to admit, it’s accurate.”

“It’s absurd.” He can’t stop the edge of laughter in his voice.

Kurusu snorts, before turning it into an actual laugh, his face brightening in a way that seems more real than anything Goro’s seen on his face before. So many of Kurusu’s expressions have been calculated, like Goro’s. It’s easy to tell, Goro knows all the signs. But this? The lightness is refreshing.

It’s an expression he hopes to see again for some reason.

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Intro Post!!

hi everyone!!!!! i stole a phone to make this blog, so don't tell the Head! anyway, my name is wirt, im 14, and i use they/them pronouns, and i'll be running this blog! here's a rundown of all the fun and exciting people who you'll have the pleasure of talking to.

first (the best cabin)- Cabin Esoteric!

there's me, obviously. i'm the best

then there's my older brother tammy, 21, he/him, our counselor, he's... out of it most of the time. don't ask about his eye.

there's tato ash, 16, she/they, our cit!!! shes a bitch

and then theres hector jekyll and edgar hyde, 12, he/him. hector is sooooooo stuck up, man

then theres Cabin Eldritch

theres my bff harley sasqua, 13, he/they, hes.. a bit shy. if you're a dick to him, i'll light you on fire. just because he's tall doesn't mean he isn't just a little softie!! Wirt, why would you say that? because its trueee

then there's lunar, he/him, 19!! he's the counselor, and... don't tell him i said this, a little scary. but like in a cool goth way!!

calling nessie an honorary member since she used to be in eldritch, soooo

nessie loch, she/her, 18!! she's so sweet, and does a lot to help out around camp. hiding a lot of secrets. don't ask about her full name.

then there's carmilla leeds, 9, she/her been here since birth honestly i don't know much about her, but she has a pet chicken named jersey

and finallyyyy edith terrell (but we all just call her edie t.) she/her, 8. she's the only one who is allowed outside contact so blame her if we get found out!!!

now the creepy cabin, Cabin Elysian. i don't know how old these dudes actually are, so i'm just putting the age they died

there's damien polter, 22, he/him, the counselor and the biggest sweetie around!! lily braids his hair, it's so cute

speaking of lily! lily markendaya, 16, she/her, very nice too (what's with all the dead ones being nice?), dating tato i think?

oh wait. exception to the nice rule. jesse o'moore, he/she, 13. he will throw his head at you if you're not careful (i know from expirence :( ). she's like... a sibling figure to mary, i think they knew eachother before the camp was even founded

mary red, 6, she/her. she really likes dolls. like. really likes dolls. looks creepy, but she's a sweet kid.

Ã̷̯̮̉n̵̩̰̊̔d̸̹̳̀ ̶̖͇́̆m̵̩̓͝e̵̘̾̇,̶̙̟͘ ̵̡̧̔͘T̷͙̦̈́h̸͖̒̆e̷̖͋̎ ̴͈̖͋̀Ḛ̷̀́d̸̲̆ň̵͔͍̏i̶͓̇̍ś̷̪͇̾ ̷̼̩̓N̴̳͕͆̚y̵͕̑e̷͍͌̎͜!̸͈̱̐ ̶͇́Ì̵̧͔̈́ ̴̳͛w̶͎̠̽i̷̝̟̓ḷ̸̟̍l̶̥͙̎ ̶̛͙͎̓b̴͖̟̑͋è̷̥͇̊ ̸̹̓͛w̴̺͎͗ā̶͉̚t̵̻́̊c̸͉̑ẖ̷̾̕í̴̺̑͜ṉ̴̘̂g̶̞̞̎ ̸̰͋ở̸ͅv̶͓̇̋ë̸̬͖r̶̦̓ ̶̡͙̅́t̷̤̼͂h̵̖̞͋ḙ̸̔̄s̵̻̀̋e̷̥̹̚ ̴͖͑c̸̢̩͌h̵͓̲͐͌i̵̯̪͗̈́ḻ̴͂d̸͚̦́̕r̷̝̈́͐e̷̯͐͗ń̵̛͈,̶̢̫͋̑ ̶̰͆̂p̴̳̍e̷̞̰̊̇r̶̡̓̀h̵̝̩̚a̸͊̃ͅṗ̶͖s̸̗̃̈́ ̶̩͔͑͘ḯ̸̦̠͂n̷͈̚ͅt̷̝̽ȩ̴͕̇̈́r̷͔̟̈́̚v̴̥̅ẻ̵̲n̵̬̍̀ĩ̷͙̚n̶͎͌̂g̷͕̻̈̀ ̷̨͠w̵̟͎̉͘ẖ̶̣̈ȅ̴̥̽͜n̵̻̼̈́ ̶̯̠̍I̷̤̲͋̅ ̶͉͍͆͝f̸̬͠i̴͕̇n̸̺͛d̷̳̳͋͗ ̸̱̳͠i̷͍͐̈́ť̶̗͜ ̵̩̓a̸͙͑̇m̵̬͇̏͂u̴̞͔̒͠s̵͈̝̋́ḭ̴̅̎n̶̈́ͅg̴͕̚.̷̢͚͋

(And me, The Ednis Nye! I will be watching over these children, perhaps intervening when I find it amusing.)

ooc!! hi!!

nsfw-ish asks sent to the older characters (nessie, lunar, tammy, damien, etc) are alright, but a lot of these characters are children!! dont be weird!!

simple rundown- this is a place for children with anomalies. esoteric is powers, eldritch is strange appearance, and elysian is undead

also, they all have. very extensive backstories and lore that i will be hinting at throughout. feel free to dm me (mod @the-pipster-pin) if you want a full breakdown of everything, but... there is a LOT. you can also just send ooc asks if you have just a question or two, im always happy to answer those:) just know that none of these children are at this camp consensually or legally. and they are all so traumatized. love u and have fun<3

(ALSO lunar and nessie are canonically trans, tato and harley align more with their agab but are nb, and wirt doesnt have a canon agab and probably never will)

all of ednis' interventions will be in pink, no idea if ill keep the zalgo but ill make sure to include the plain text under it

#oc rp #oc rp blog #oc roleplay #oc roleplay blog

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quinloki · 2 years

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AO3/other platforms First Lines Tag Game

Tagged by @mydisenchantedeulogy (Thank you =D )

Rules: Share the first lines of 10 recent fics and tag ten people.

Tagging: @some-piece @un-shit-yourself @swampstew @sailor-cosmic-horror @abysscronica @owlight @sabo-has-my-heart @rotkinshock @mytheoristavenue @downforsanji - As usual don't feel required to do so, and if I didn't tag you and you want to play along please do so! Tag me when you post too so I can see your works =D

The FIRST line? Oh dear... uh, sure. Guess there's no better way than to just dive into this.

details under the cut, cause WHEW this'll get long with 10 titles.

As per usual 18+ only

WIPs/unedited items are on my wattpad. Edited/completed stuff is here and Ao3

This is all One Piece stuff, I have yet to even want to write anything else ^^;;

Isn't Enough - Marco x Reader "That half-lidded gaze was enough to set your heart racing."

Unseen - Killer x Reader "Your eyes snapped open as your senses pulled you out of your sleep, and you turned to the side just in time to avoid the boot that was coming crashing down toward your chest."

Family Ties - Doflamingo x Reader "Working a lot of odd jobs meant working a lot of odd hours, and most of the time it didn't bother you, but today was an eighteen-hour day and you put time in three jobs."

Quicksand - Crocodile x Reader "You smile at the sound of the message popping up on your computer."

Some Direction - Zoro x Reader "You had been at work in the library when a man in an ill-fitting government issue suit and tie had approached you with a package."

Hat Trick - Eustass x Reader x Law "Growing up in the Grandline Metro - a city almost as large as the island upon which is existed - you were comfortable with the weird quirks of the city."

Souled Out - Demon!Eustass - Reader "Your furniture was in another room, piled on top of your bed, leaving the living room completely devoid of items."

Simmer - Eustass x Reader (Part of the Love/Kiss/XXXX the Chef, a series of one-shots where the reader is cooking for different characters.) "You had most of the hard work done for the dish you were making before you had gotten into the outfit you wanted Kid to enjoy."

Brushed - Shanks x Reader "You stood in the middle of the room, plastic laid down under your feet, completely naked and a little cold.

Dr. Jekyll - Trafalgar Law x Reader One-shot "You grab him by the collar and push him against the wall."

#tag game #one piece #one piece fanfic #reader insert #trafalgar law #eustass kid #marco the phoenix #roronoa zoro #red hair shanks #sir crocodile #donquixote doflamingo #one piece sabo #smut it is all smut seriously no minors

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elstreem · 1 year

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Habetrot Conversations and Profile Details

So I got Habbycat to Bond 5! (not...NP 5...I still just have her at NP 2...I literally got NP 2 Angry Mango and a 2nd Lily from the FP summons what is my cursed luck)

Anyway, long post and reminders for spoilers for LB 6 as Habetrot is only available once LB 6 is done.

For starters, looking at Habetrot's Bond conversations for My Room, she has very different lines for Gudao and Gudako.

I'll start with Gudao's set of conversations:

The first one is her teasing Gudao about Mash. BediGuda is my OTP, but I accept it will never be canon as the game obviously points to MashGuda, especially with the events of LB 6 - but no hard feelings, MashGuda is pretty cute and I like how supportive Habetrot is of Mash and Gudao getting together.

The 2nd one is talking about how tiring it is to deploy the Black Barrel. It makes a bit of sense that Habetrot points it out since she never really wielded it...though with how easy it is to loop her NP, poor Habbycat must be so sore if she's being used as a farming unit.

The third one presents some food for thought with Habetrot's remark about injuries. I do headcanon Ritsuka's got major issues both mentally and physically with everything they've gone through, and LB 6 actually showed it with RItsuka's sight blurring up several times, and even coughing up blood while remote summoning during the fight against Barghest. Heck, even as early as Babylonia, it is mentioned in the fight against Tiamat that Ritsuka's fingers were just about to undergo necrosis due to the strain of summoning.

So when Habetrot mentions injuries in her bond diloagues, I take it as confirmation that Ritsuka is canonically suffering from chronic pains and ills from pushing their body so much.

On another note, it's also interesting that Habetrot points out being a faerie makes her tougher than some Servants - especially when you consider some, like Jekyll, are almost basically humans in terms of abilities.

The last one is Habetrot mentioning that she never actually hears about Gudao's love life. It fits in neatly with my version of him, all things considered, I think Ritsuka is very friendly but respectful, and when others open up the topic of a serious relationship, he politely declines since he actually doesn't fall in love easily (until he and Bedivere grew close, that is). But that's just me.

But again, so cute that Habetrot wants to support Ritsuka,Ritsuka knows it and tells Habetrot they appreciate her efforts in turn.

Now for Gudako! Habetrot's dialogues for Gudako in general are geared towards treating her as a bride (though, if you check her profile, she remarks that despite her skill being exclusively effective on females, she thinks guys can be brides too. That's honestly sweet.)

Her first dialogue is planning to measure Gudako for a wedding dress! But also trying to hide her intent to do so, which isn't fooling anyone, Habbycat. Still, isn't it just so cute? I'm aroace and don't see myself getting married, but even I would be happy to have someone so enthusiastic to make an special outfit.

This second piece of dialogue is connected to another aspect of Habetrot mentioned in her profile, which states she basically lives out her dream of getting married through the brides she helps. Aww, Habbycat...

The next conversation is the counterpart to Habetrot reacting to Gudao's injuries, indicating that Gudako is also showing signs of being worse for wear after all the Lostbelts. It's a Gudako response to just brush it off with a laugh, huh? Poor gal...but Habetrot isn't taking that nonsense and she insists on treating Gudako right with some self-care and being pretty and-

That's really touching to me, Habetrot fussing over Gudako. Goodness knows how much the Chaldean Master has been through, probably the last thing on Gudako's mind is looking pretty... hell, self-care as a concept seems like a luxury in a fight to save the future. Who cares if you're showing signs of exhaustion, right? But at the same time, it is so important to do mundane, regular life activities and remind Ritsuka that she has a life, and hopefully, will be able to return to a life where she can dress up, go out and have fun.

The Bond 5 conversation is Habetrot firmly declaring her will to make Mash and Ritsuka happy brides. Just...🥺🥺

I'd like to imagine that when F/GO ends and Ritsuka returns to a normal world, all the Servants are constantly watching over them from the Throne, and some, like Habetrot here, will secretly help out Ritsuka in all sorts of things even when they're no longer a Master. assuming, of course, Fujimaru Ritsuka is still human at the end of F/GO, given the implications of some remarks...

That's the Bond conversations done - I really loved unlocking these and getting character insights. One last My Room dialogue that changes depending if Gudako or Gudao is set at your character is this:

Which I think is the response "what do you think of our Servant-Master relationship?" that all Servants have responses to.

And as for people that Habetrot reacts to, she mentions Mash and that she notices Mash does get a bit sad talking to her...and then there's this.

Which, by the way, Habetrot will say this particular dialogue without any change in expression.

Er, Habbycat? Blink twice if you need help.

#fgo #habetrot #fgo habetrot

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randomperson0k · 1 year

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posting this because im too tired to think about how badly ill be brutally rattled around like a dog with a toy in its mouth by the j&h fandom

my oh so not book accurate version of jekyll and hyde because fuck being book accurate what if i want my hyde in a sparkly pink dress. are you gonna stop me? do you want to fight? ill fight get over here fucjhyhb vnbnmbnbnmbnnbb v nnnm,m,,,, im joking please dont fight me ill cry

i do actually have book accurate j&h stuff i just wanted to post these guys because im too tired to think and this is whatm y brain is whispering me to do

what would happen if i just bit into my waterbbottle rightnow n nb nmmmm bnn n burshh! bhr!!! gtryhn!! b

i would like you all to know the reason i never post is because anytime im so close to posting something ill press command z out of instinct to redo something i didnt like and my page will completely and utterly shit itself

so no my very cool TWO previous descriptions because i pressed command z TWICE when writing this will not be on here and instead youll have this lifeless block of gray

enjoy.

#jekyll and hyde #henry jekyll #edward hyde #theyre so babygirl to me i just want to hit them over and over with a metal pole

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aliens-took-my-iwa-chan · 2 years

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keep in mind that this is your fault-

for the character headcanon ask game

hyde(or jekyll or both-) 🖕 👽 🍫 and 😺

okok!!! tysm for the ask!!! ill stick with hyde rn bc this is pretty long and I dont want the post to be tedious to read lolol<333

hyde:

🖕: a headcanon relating to anger

so we all know that when hyde gets angry, he gets violent. that’s canon. but the thing is, something that hydes very ashamed about is that when he gets really, truly, extremely angry, he starts to cry. he’s a very emotional person, and when his emotions take hold of him so completely, he becomes a sobbing, screaming wreck.

👽: a weird quirk of his

hyde is double jointed in like, every bone in his body. it really freaks lanyon out, so he’ll chase him around by scooting on the floor with his foot behind his head or casually bend all his fingers back to his wrist when lanyon least expects it.

🍫: a headcanon about food

HYDE LOVES SWEET THINGS. cookies, cupcakes, cinnamon rolls, candy, you name it. (why do these all start with the letter c-) he also has no problem eating things off the floor. or streets. or garbage cans. a combination of too much sugar and dirty deserts makes for a looot of stomach aches. he says that he’s building immunities by eating stuff from gross places. he’s not.

😺: an animal related headcanon

he has these.

THANKS FOR THE ASKKKKK <33333

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galactic-pirates · 2 years

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SANCTUARY APPRECIATION WEEK

Day Five (Historical Adventures) Fanfic Style

I currently have 4 posted fanfics that are set in the past but only Gentlemen of Blood really qualifies for the ‘adventure’ tag. Choosing Fate is an arranged marriage AU pre-canon in the 1870′s. It takes little effort to watch a man carry a load is a technically canon-compliant oneshot post Ripper-reveal and The Tragic Tail is about Helen’s ill-fated trip on the Titanic.

So Gentlemen of Blood! Summary:

In 1909 the Prime Minister called a meeting of The Five. Adam Worth had become a real problem. In true Moriarty style his danger came not just from his mind, but from his insidious organisation. James Watson scoffed at the Prime Minister’s paranoia, right up until the moment he was shot by one of his own security men. When you hear “they have people everywhere” you expect it to be hyperbole, you don’t expect someone to be working for them inside the bloody room. Now the Five have to stop Worth before he can enact his plan to destroy London. However, Worth’s Jekyll and Hyde nature raises some questions about an old mystery... Whitechapel.

All the stories are James/John/Helen obviously, I mean it’s me haha. Anyway, writing the 19th century involves an awful lot of googling “did they have...” or “what did they call...” or “when was this invented...” AND word choices and phrases too. Language evolves over time so a lot of searching for word origins. I probably don’t get it completely right but I like to try.

Something else I try and think about is the passage of time. I had Helen reflect on this a bit in The Tragic Tail. She noted that the Titanic had been her first major disaster involving a huge loss of life. The memory still has the power to shake her a century later because it was the first. She made decisions then and reacted to it, in a way that she wouldn’t have after living through the two world wars. 19th century Helen is obviously still Helen but she’s less experienced and I try and weave that in.

That’s current fics. Now are there any WIP’s in the works...

From a purely historical standpoint yes. I’m currently finishing up writing Time Will Tell, which is a soulmate AU mostly set in 1887-1889. But again that doesn’t really qualify for the ‘adventure’ tag. Now what might is (should I ever write it) an idea on the list for another Sanctuary/Warehouse 13 crossover. Obviously as this fic is still in the ‘idea’ stage, this is just a working summary:

The Warehouse explodes, Pandora’s box is open and the world has lost hope. Riots and wars erupt around the globe as tensions rise. The Sanctuary is barely keeping up and then the abnormal uprising begins. Thousands of abnormals pour out of Hollow Earth. It is the end times... and then John Druitt appears at Old City. He warns that Adam Worth is constructing a time machine intending to change the past. The world in his image? Helen Magnus can’t allow that, no matter how bleak this future has become.

Strange readings dispatch Myka Bering to the Hollow Earth tunnels and she follows Helen through the portal to 1898 - to a world that still has its hope. Myka knows the future is lost. Pandora’s box is open, that isn’t something that can be fought through and changed, it’s the end of all things. There are parts of Helen’s past she’s desperate to change, but her principles say that she came back to stop Adam Worth from changing history. If she does alter the past, that makes her as bad as him, but if the future is already doomed...

No guarantee this will ever be a thing. I have 9 fics on my ‘idea’ list at the moment. Plot bunnies spawn faster than I can write them. I think it would be fun though. I didn’t manage to get Helen and HG Wells working together in the Odyssey: Future’s Legacy crossover, and that’s a scene I want badly so Helen and HG having adventures at Warehouse 12 does call to me.

Happy Sanctuary Appreciation Week! :)

#sanctuary #sanctuary fanfic #sanctuaryappreciationweek #sam talks writing

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whereisten · 4 years

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Mr. Hyde

A Hendery fic that’s part of our Halloween Series!

Summary: Hendery is sweet, charming, and kind, but he possesses a dark secret. Unfortunately, Mr. Hyde won’t stay quiet for much longer.

Pairing: Chemical Engineer!Hendery x female reader (college student)

Genre: angst, smut, fluff, violence, murder, horror

Word Count: 10.5k

Warnings: mental illness mention, blood mention, knife mention, murder described, death of side character, possessiveness, cursing, smut: semi-public sex, protected sex, thigh riding, nipple sucking, slapping, choking, rough sex, car sex mention, daddy kink, size kink, slight degradation, dirty talk.

(A/N: WELLL Halloween is here you guys!! Thank you for the support we have gotten for this series, I hope you enjoy this fic inspired by the iconic Jekyll&Hyde story!❤️🥺)

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“Oh, hello Hendery..”

“Hello, Mr. Hyde..”

“And how did it go today..with the Mayor?”

“That’s none of your concern, Hyde. Leave it to me.”

The dark voice lets out a haunting chuckle. “Hendery..what would you like me to do?”

“Nothing! I said, it’s none of your concern!” Hendery slams his hand down onto the counter.

“But it’s our lab, isn’t it?”

Hendery cups his face as he breaks down to tears. “Why?! Why won’t you leave me alone?!”

“Oh..Hendery, you can’t get rid of me, no matter what crazy toxins you concoct. I’ll be here, I’ll always be here.”

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“I don’t see what my difference my presence here makes..” You roll your eyes and step out of your father’s black SUV.

The driver closes the door behind you while your father takes your hand in his and waves to the crowd with the other.

Today, you’ve joined him for a fundraising event in City Hall. The program is designed to bring awareness to a Missing Persons Search Team Fund. Lately, people have been going missing at an alarming rate and your father, the Mayor, is unsure of what to do about it. The police and volunteering citizens had done the best they could to conduct thorough search parties but no one was ever found. These people varied in age and description so there was no way to formulate a possible killer’s profile.

Your father initiated a curfew for everyone to abide by until they found the missing people and the kidnapper..dead or alive.

You were a college student and your institution was about two hours away, but your father didn’t feel safe and insisted on you staying at home while taking classes online. You did as he said, for you knew that this must’ve been difficult for him, considering your own dealings with the death of your mother. She was found murdered in an alleyway a few years ago, prompting a change in your father’s life. He was determined to become a leading figure in society that would bring down the city’s crime rate. And it worked...until now.

“The more people we have on board, the faster we find these people and the better I look, the better OUR family looks.” He whispered into your ear while displaying a wide smile to his “fans.”

You smiled as well and nodded.

And so, you found yourself seated at a round table by yourself as your father spoke with other leaders, sergeants, politicians, and the fund creators.

And what difference did your presence make? Nothing.

You scrolled through your phone and huffed. You saw pictures of your friends back at college. There had been a Halloween party the night before and they all posted pictures of themselves in their costumes looking drunk and happy.

You were jealous to say the least. You just wanted a normal life, but now even Halloween was canceled because of the curfew your father put in place.

You didn’t notice that a slender man with brown hair sat down beside you as you pouted.

“You must be so bored..” His low voice spoke.

You looked up at him and smiled. “Hi..yeah, I am very bored.”

The man in a nice dress shirt and tie laughed and then you realized you may have insulted one of the organizers.

“Oh!” You sat up straight in your chair and put your phone down. “I’m so sorry..I didn’t mean to offend—“

“Oh..of course not, sweetheart. I’m quite bored myself.”

Sweetheart. The way that word left his lips made your heart tremble.

You nodded and stared at his heart-shaped lips, maybe a little too long. “I see..” You looked away. “My name is y/n..the mayor is..”

“Your father..yes, is that the only reason for you being here?” He tilted his head while smirking.

You looked to the side and hesitated. You looked up to him with wide eyes.

“Y-yes, I’m sorry but—“

“Don’t be sorry, my name is Dr. Wong, but you can call me Hendery.”

Your mouth fell open. He looked like he was your age, but he already had a doctoral degree? You were stunned.

“I know..I’m kinda young, but I skipped a few grades.”

Your eyes widened. “Wow! That’s so cool, what do you do?”

Hendery smiled when you looked shocked by his title and complimented him. “I’m the leading chemical engineer at the WCT Lab..”

You gasped, WCT lab was responsible for breakthrough advancements in technology as well as medical advancements. That was what your city was primarily known for. And for this young man to be the leading engineer was amazing. Why was he sitting with you, a college student? Surely, you were only insulting his intelligence.

Hendery was pleased by your surprised look once again, he felt a sense of pride.

“Dr. Wong, I mean, Hendery..that’s amazing! You guys have done some wonderful things at that lab. Well..of course, you already know that.”

You closed your eyes. Oh how dumb you must’ve sounded to him.

But Hendery only adored you even more when you got flustered.

“It’s okay, y/n..It happens all the time. People don’t expect that from me, someone that’s just 21 years old, to be the head of all projects.”

You nodded, then looked to your father who was still speaking with several men and women of importance surrounding him.

“Why aren’t you up there with him?” You turned back to Hendery. “You’re just as important as them.”

Hendery glanced up at your father then back at you. Something about his gaze felt..good. His eyes were intense but made you feel like it was just the two of you in the room. You felt warm as you saw his shirt hug his biceps as he leaned forward.

“My presence doesn’t make a difference either, but it does make me look good.” He gave a wink as his smile widened.

Your face became warm.

“I’ll tell you what..come with me for a moment, I’m going to show you a cool trick.”

He stood up and held his hand out for you to take. You held it and smoothed your dress down as you stood up.

Hendery thought you were beautiful, unlike anyone else. You were like a butterfly with a unique pattern of vibrant colors on its wings. Your touch was delicate like one too.

He took you to the kitchen in the hall. No one was there but the two of you.

You stood by the island in the center.

“What are we doing here?”

“Are you nervous?” Hendery shuffled through the freezer.

“No..” You lied as you looked around for the closest knife to pick up just in case he tried anything.

“The knives are to your right.” He called out, as if hearing your thoughts.

You chuckled and leaned against the counter while feeling embarrassed.

“Okay, so I’ve got some ice..” He placed a few ice cubes onto the countertop and then reached over for the salt dispenser.

“And some salt..”

You nodded, unsure of where he was going with this. “Okay.”

“Now, hold your hand out.” He smiled at you again.

Your brows furrowed but you did as he said.

He placed his hand over yours. Your skin was smooth and warm, his touch was gentle as he slowly traced his fingertips over your knuckles.

He stood so close to you, you could feel his breath on your forehead.

Your eyes grew as a silent moment rested between the two of you, you looked up at him as if no one had ever held your hand before.

He cleared his throat and looked away from your eyes and to your hand. “I’m going to put some salt in your palm, then I’m going to place ice on it, simple right?”

You nodded.

Hendery smiled again and glanced down at your lips.

“Alright..good.”

He poured the salt out then put about three ice cubes into your hand.

“Now, close your hand.”

You do as he says and after a few seconds you wince in pain.

A burning feeling shoots through your hand, you open your palm out and shake the ice to the floor.

“Oh my God, Hendery! What the hell was that?” You look up in pain.

Hendery laughs.

“You see, salt lowers the melting point of ice..hence why you briefly experienced the burning sensation.”

“I could’ve gotten frostbite!”

Hendery only laughed harder. “Y/n...you wouldn’t be so stupid as to let it stay long enough for that...but I am.”

You looked up at him questioningly.

He poured salt out into his own hand and placed ice onto it.

He shut his hand and smiled. You watched him intensely. How could he endure this type of pain for so long?

“Hendery..that’s enough, you should stop now.”

You go to grab his hand, but he turns.

“No, no, I’m fine, I promise.”

“Surely, that must be painful, Hendery!”

“Does it impress you?” He turns when you try to open his hand again. He smirks while he watches you freak out.

“No..no! It doesn’t, it’s freaking me out actually!”

Hendery pouts with his hand still closed. “Oh no..I wanted to impress the pretty girl.”

You shook your head. “Let me see your hand.”

He turns again.

“Hendery!”

“I’ll let you see it, if you let me take you out some time.”

You tilted your head. “Oh my God, that’s why you did this? Hendery..why didn’t you just ask?” You peel his hand open and see red, burnt skin. Several lesions have been created.

Your eyes widened but Hendery only adores your face while you hold his hand.

“So is that a yes?” He pays no attention to the burns on his palm, knowing that they’d go away soon enough if he just drank the right thing for it.

“You’re crazy, but yes, you can take me out.”

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[Two Days Later]

You and Hendery swapped phone numbers later that night. You agreed to go to the street art fair where you would walk around and learn more about each other.

Hendery waved to you as he walked over to the entrance.

He looked cooler now, in a flannel and jeans while aviator sunglasses covered his eyes.

His hair had a slight wave to it and hung more loosely than it did the first time you met.

“Hey Doc, how’s your hand?”

Hendery held his palm out to you and to your surprise, you saw nothing that would indicate he had burned himself just two days prior. His palm looked normal.

“W-what?”

“All healed up, I told you I’d be fine.”

He smirked then took your hand and led you through the gate.

The fair was calm, you got to talk about your major in college and why you were home this year.

Hendery told you that he got his degree overseas and came back here to help your town. He said that he always felt drawn to it for it needed so much assistance, he felt he was the one to help.

You liked his dedication to his craft, but even more, you liked watching him talk about it. His eyes were shielded from you, but even then you could tell that he was passionate and in love with his work.

“Well..I guess it’s time to go home..gotta get back before curfew.”

You stared up at him. “You’re right. I had a—“

“Y/n! What are you doing here? I thought you were home.”

It was none other than your father. He hustled towards you. Hendery’s smile fell as he watched him walk over.

“I’ll go mad if I spend any more time in the house, dad.” You sighed and crossed your arms.

His focus shifts from you and to Hendery. “And young man, it’s nice to see you again, but what has my daughter done to warrant your presence?”

You rolled your eyes, your finger rubbed your temple.

Hendery chuckled softly. “Your daughter and I had a wonderful time today, we were just saying goodbye.”

Your father frowned and looked back at you.

“Well...goodbye then.” He stepped towards you.

You turned to leave with your father before you could be embarrassed any more. Your father was always like this since your mother died, overprotective and on guard.

“Y/n…” Hendery’s soft voice called out.

You turned back to look at him. Your face looked gorgeous in the sunset, the sun made your eyes glitter and your lips were shaped perfectly. Of all the art he had seen today, you, in this moment, were the prettiest sight he’d ever seen.

“Yes?”

“I’ll..see you later.”

You smiled and nodded. “Of course.”

When you got to your father’s car, he scolded you on how you shouldn't be interested in speaking with anyone right now, for everyone was a suspect.

“You have to be careful, no one is safe!”

You leaned your head against the window.

“I understand, father, but all of my friends are at college right now, would it really hurt if I go out every now and then?”

“Yes! Yeah it would hurt, why? Because you could go missing or lose your life!”

“Why are you so strict? He’s a nerd, what harm could he possibly do to me. I thought you’d like him, I know mom would’ve--”

You stopped when you realized what you had said. Your mom's death was something that you were both still grappling with. You tried not to speak of her, for it only made both of you more upset.

Your dad sighed, he held back tears. “Y/n..I’m sorry..I’m sorry I’m this way..Sometimes I can’t help it, but..I’m just worried, I-“

“I know, dad..let’s just go home.”

When you got inside he spoke to you again before you headed to your room. “That boy..If you want to see him again..He’ll be at the soup kitchen on Thursday, he’s always helping out there.”

You turned and smiled. “Thanks, dad.”

———-

[Thursday]

You had volunteered at the soup kitchen a few times during high school, it was a rewarding experience, for you got to help out while hearing from members of the community that you wouldn’t usually meet or speak to. They varied in age and overall life experiences, each one had a story to tell.

You stood in the utilities closet of the kitchen alone and put your apron on, but struggled to tie it in the back.

“Damn it..” You whispered, you just couldn’t find the other strap.

Then you felt a presence behind you.

“Do you need help?” You heard a familiar voice say.

But before you could spin around to face him, his fingers tapped along your waist on both sides and grabbed the straps. He stepped closer, leaning down to breathe against the back of your neck.

A chill ran through your body as the apron tightened around your body perfectly.

You finally spun around to face him.

“Hendery.”

He watches his name fall from your lips.

He smirks and licks his lips. “How’d you know?”

You laughed, but his intense and low gaze on your face made you weak.

“Your voice..I’d recognize it anywhere.”

Hendery blushed and laughed.

“Do you like my voice, sweetheart?”

Another chill vibrates through your body and you find yourself pressing your legs together.

You breathe heavily and nod. “I do..and I’d like it if you’d call me at night...when you leave work of course.”

“Understood.” He licks his lips again and turns to leave. You follow behind him and out to the main dining area where you both serve food together.

During your break, you watched him go to each table to talk to all of the families eating. He grinned as they asked him how he’d been doing since the last time they saw him the week before.

He even sat down next to any elderly attendees that needed assistance with eating their food.

Your heart fluttered. He was so kind, caring and handsome on top of it all.

“How long have you two been seeing each other?” A man said. His voice broke you out of the trance Hendery had you in.

“Oh..” You turned to him as you leaned against a wall.

“We aren’t dating.”

The man that spoke to you was none other than Yuta, the head chef and owner of Osaka Moon, the best restaurant in the city. He was in charge of providing food for the soup kitchen every Thursday and did a wonderful job each time from what you had heard. Everyone loved his five star meals.

He smiled softly. “Well..if you continue to look at him like that..it won’t be long til you do.”

“Like what?” Your brows knitted.

Yuta only chuckled and shrugged his shoulders before walking away.

But he was right, you started dating. You found yourself FaceTiming Hendery every night until you fell asleep. You spoke about everything, never running out of topics to talk about and never getting bored. His personality, like Cinderella’s slipper, fit yours incredibly well.

Fortunately, that wasn’t the only thing that fit perfectly.

———

[1 Month Later]

One day at the soup kitchen, the two of you found yourselves knocking over cans of fruit in the kitchen closet.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he slid in and out of you for the first time. You just couldn’t hold back anymore. You wanted him badly and a kiss just wasn’t enough.

He covered your mouth with his hand, for your moans were beautiful but grew increasingly louder as he rubbed your clit.

He breathed heavily into your neck. “Sweetheart, I’m going to ruin you later for being so loud.”

You let out a mewl while the wetness between your legs increased at his words.

Your nails scratched his back as he pinned you against a cabinet.

And later that day, he did ruin you in his car before he let you out to go home. He parked just a few blocks away, luckily his windows were tinted so no one could see him bringing you to paradise in the back seat with your hands tied behind your back with his belt.

You laid down together when you finished.

His fingers played in your scalp as your back rested against his chest. He kissed your neck and listened to you breathe.

“How’s school?” He said in between kisses.

You took his other hand in yours and intertwined your fingers. “It’s okay, finals are stressful.”

“Well, you know I’m here to help.” He kisses you again.

You smiled. “Of course, but I know you have your own issues to deal with. How are things at the lab?”

You knew he had been frustrated lately because some of his appeals for certain projects had been denied by the national organizations. You failed to remember the very specific details he told you the night before, but he was overjoyed that you remembered him even mentioning it.

He smiled to himself, tucking your hair behind your ear as you yawned.

“Things are okay, it'll all work out, I’m sure.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Hendery chuckled. “Because they all give in to me sooner or later.” His voice sounded a bit different then, it was deeper, rougher.

Deep into the night after Hendery drops you off home, he drives down an empty street.

“When will you tell her?”

“Tell her what?”

“About me! About us..”

“She will never know about you because you don’t matter!” Hendery says sternly.

“Fuck you! I’m the reason why you got this far, you fool!”

He grips the steering wheel and winces. “I like her..a lot. I can’t hurt her. I won’t hurt her.’

“And how many times have you said that before? Hmm?”

Hendery blinks slowly and looks to his rear view mirror.

“The clock strikes 8 and the world goes empty, which poor, wandering soul will be our next victim?”

“‘Our?’ You’re on your own..”

“And when the blood is on my hands, don’t forget to look down at yours too..now shut up, and stop here..this girl looks lonely.”

“No..I won’t do that.”

“I wasn’t asking! Pull over!”

“No!” Hendery struggles, but pulls over and stops right beside a girl waiting at a bus stop.

“Hello..need a lift?”

——

[1 Week Later]

You hadn’t seen Hendery since that night, you knew that he was busy with work, but you didn’t think he’d be this busy.

“Hey.” You say once he answers the FaceTime call.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

He looks disheveled and has bags under his eyes. His eyes look intense as he props the phone up beside his computer screen and continues to type.

“Are you still at the lab?”

Hendery feels soft when he hears your sweet voice, it calms him down. He stops typing and looks at you, all cuddled up in your blanket on the bed.

“Yeah..” he pouts, “I wish I could be there with you right now..”

“Oh? And what would you do if you were here?”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Ahhh you naughty girl, well..just for that, I’d only cuddle you..”

“Henderyyyy don’t be so cruel, what if I need you?”

“Then I’d hug you tightly and make you wait until the morning.” He winked and started typing again.

“What if I call you “daddy?” You whisper into the phone, knowing that it would drive him crazy.

His typing fingers stuttered for a moment but he exhaled and furrowed his brows as he continued his work.

“Baby? I haven’t seen you in so long, play with me..please.” You begged.

“No..not tonight, sweetheart.” He wasn’t even looking at the screen anymore.

“But baby..”

“I said no!” He said angrily. You never heard him like this before. His voice was rough again and different, like it had doubled.

He looked at you then back at his computer screen.

He fidgeted and had trouble breathing for a moment, but you stayed silent.

“I’m—I’m sorry, I should go now, goodnight.”

He hung up before you could say goodnight.

That was the first of many moments that were strange to you. Hendery wasn’t as sweet sometimes. He’d be short with you even at the soup kitchen. When you tugged his shirt to pull him to the back he ignored you and fixed his hair.

He looked tired and you tried to pin it on him acting on the stress he was recently experiencing, but the truth was that it was much more complicated.

Late at night, Hendery would find himself fighting someone else. Someone that had been more intent on doing their own thing.

“Let’s take a walk in the park tonight.”

“No, Mr. Hyde..”

“Really? I think it would help you to relieve some stress.”

“I need to sleep..I feel terrible, I don’t even know what you’re doing anymore..why don’t you stop this? Why don’t you leave me alone so I can function like a normal person?” Hendery holds his head as he lays down on his couch.

“You can rest while I take care of the imbeciles out there, the more we kill, the happier we’ll be.”

“No!!” Hendery shouts. “How many more?! How many more must die at your hand? I will control you! You will not overrule me!”

He grabs a glass of green liquid from the coffee table and brings to his lips. He chugs it down as tears stream down his face, but soon he is thrown to the floor on his knees. He feels fingers in his throat, his eyes roll in the back of his head as veins protrude from his forehead. Then, out comes the liquid that he just struggled to swallow.

He balls his fists up and cries. “NOOOO!! That was the last of it!”

“It’s okay, Hendery, it’s time to go to sleep anyway. You’ll make more tomorrow, but you’ll be just as defenseless against me.”

“No, no, please don’t! Please don’t kill anyone else!”

“And what would you rather me do to gain satisfaction? Torture them until they BEG to be killed?” Mr. Hyde laughs sinisterly as Hendery drifts into unconsciousness.

The next morning, Hendery wakes to find himself covered in blood, he can’t remember how he got to his bed or whose blood is on him, but he sees the knife at the end of the bed covered in blood as well. He breaks down in tears and yells out for mercy as he realizes that he can no longer control Mr. Hyde.

————

[Two Days Later]

You meet up with Hendery for a Starbucks date.

“I’m sorry about the other night..the stress got to me.” Hendery smiles softly when he watches you burn your mouth with hot coffee.

The truth was that you like iced caramel macchiato but you wanted to be more “serious” around Hendery so you only drank black coffee like a “regular” adult.

You hissed as the hot liquid burned your tongue.

“How many times do I have to tell you?..just order what you want.” He giggled and sipped his own coffee.

“Eh, I know, but..isn't it a bit childish?” You asked with wide eyes.

Hendery chuckled and ran his hand down the side of your face. He adored you.

“No..nothing is childish if you enjoy it.”

You smiled. “Okay.”

You sat in silence most of the time as you both worked on your projects separately. Hendery still looked handsome, but strange. You’d glance up at him every now and then and see that his brows were always knitted and his lips moved like he was talking to himself.

He spoke quickly, so you could never make out what he actually said.

The bags around his eyes were red and his cheeks looked more sunken in like he hadn’t been eating well. His shirt was crushed, but when you first met him his shirts were always pressed and tucked in neatly. And his hair had grown out, like he hadn’t bothered to visit a stylist recently.

“Hendery..is everything alright?” You put your hand on his.

He quickly withdrew his hand and held it while glaring at you.

“I’m fine!” He said loudly, the few customers sitting nearby turned to the two of you when they heard his roar.

He realized he was loud and relaxed into his seat. “I’m sorry, again. I-I was just frightened.”

You nod slowly and put your hand back under the table.

Before the two of you departed each other, you gave him a hug and a kiss.

You walked towards your house as Hendery watched.

He felt pain in his heart when he watched you walk away with a defeated look. You were sad because of him, and he hated that. He just wanted to make you happy, he just wanted everything to be under control.

“Y/n..There’s a new art museum opening up on Friday, your father extended curfew just for it..would you like to go with me?”

You turned to him and smiled widely. “Is that a date?”

“Of course..we can spend some time in my car afterwards..if you want. Would that make you happy?” He gave you a wink.

You nodded. “As long as I’m with you, Hendery. I’m happy.”

———

[Two Days Later]

Hendery decides to have dinner with your father at his penthouse. He pretends to prepare a meal for him that was actually provided by Osaka Moon’s Catering company.

He had a maid make everything spotless and made sure to spend a little more time on his hair and outfit. He had to ensure that your father took him seriously, for he would plan to ask him once more for a donation from the city for his lab. They would be able to do more research this way.

He had posited the question once before, but gained a disappointing ‘no,’ as your father focused more on the missing people’s fund, however, Hendery believed it imperative for the lab to gain new resources and make new developments that would positively affect the city’s environment.

So tonight, he hoped that with some food and humor, he could convince the mayor.

“What are your intentions with my daughter? I see you have been seeing each other quite frequently lately..” your father took a bite of his steak and chewed while looking down at his plate.

Hendery smiled. “Your daughter and I have a wonderful relationship, I would say. She is very supportive and kind, the world could be better with more people like her.”

“Well, I certainly agree. Do you feel that you can protect her from this cruel world?” He looks up from his plate and looks sternly on Hendery.

Hendery swallows hard, but nods quickly. “Of course, I’d do anything to protect her.”

Cut the bullshit, get to the question.

A few more minutes pass. The two speak about wonderful changes that have occurred in the past year. Hendery even cracks a few jokes to get a chuckle from your father.

As things whine down and your father prepares to leave, Hendery leans forward and intertwines his fingers on the dining table.

“Mr. Y/l/n, I believe that you are a man of great intelligence, therefore, I believe that you will make the right call by supporting my lab.”

Your father raises his eyebrows and crosses his arms as Hendery continues.

“I believe that you will see the importance of funding our research at the lab. We will be able to make even more groundbreaking developments like we have in the past year. We need the resources should we continue.”

Your father thinks for a moment then shakes his head. “I am so sorry, son, but I cannot issue the funds to your lab at this time.”

Hendery sighs but the mayor continues.

“We are dealing with a huge crisis in our city right now, I have to help our citizens find their loved ones. Furthermore, with the holidays approaching, we must provide food and assistance to families in need. The budget for your lab is not there.”

“Yes, sir, I understand the importance of these things, but I have been asking for your assistance for these past few months now, we simply cannot go any further without it..” Hendery taps his finger against the table while trying to hold back. He swallows the grumbling in his chest.

His eyes stare intensely at the mayor, but the mayor is unfazed.

“I will not provide tax payers money to some boy that wants to do his little experiments..at the end of the day, your work being done is not a matter of life or death.”

Hendery twitches when he hears the mayor’s insult.

“Please..don’t make me do something I’ll regret.” He whispers lowly.

Your father leans forward in his chair.

“Is that a threat, boy?”

Hendery smirks and loosens his tie.

“I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but just because you gave me some food, doesn’t mean I will bend over and let you do what you will.”

Hendery laughs under his breath. “Your daughter did.”

Your father shoots up from the table.

“What did you say?!”

Hendery’s eyes narrow, his mouth grows into a creepy smile as he laughs. “You heard me!”

Your father walks around the table and grabs Hendery up by the collar, but Hendery grabs the steak knife and presses the sharp tip into his neck just deep enough to draw blood.

Your father freezes, his eyes widen in fear.

“Hendery, what in God’s name are you doing?!”

“Hendery isn’t here anymore, you fucking fool. You should’ve just listened to him the first time, now I have to take over because he was too weak!” Hendery’s voice comes out in a deep tone your father had never heard before. Venom practically leaves his tone as he speaks.

Your father stares in confusion as the knife presses in deeper.

“Listen, you worthless piece of shit. We thought you were smart but it turns out you’re just as dumb as any other bimbo in this shitty city. So let’s spell it out for you, give us the money or we will kill your daughter…”

His head snaps to the right. “We won’t kill her!” Hendery’s usual voice cries out.

“Shut up!” He snaps his head back to the left.

“You’re-you’re insane.” Your father stares into his red eyes and pale skin.

He looks strange and scary, like someone that was already dead.

This couldn’t possibly have been the same person he spoke to just a few minutes ago.

“Aren’t we all, mayor?” He chuckles and twists the knife, your father cries out in pain.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll give you the money!” Your father couldn’t lose you like he lost his wife. He wouldn’t mess up this time, he had to give Hendery whatever he wanted if he wanted you to stay alive and well.

Hendery nods. “Good.”

He lets the mayor go and laughs loudly while still wielding the knife in his hand and watching the Mayor run out.

———

[Friday Night]

Hendery wakes up at 9 P.M. He looks down at his hands and sees bruises across his knuckles.

He sits up straight on the bed and rubs his head.

“Shit..what did you do?”

But there’s no answer.

He missed the entire day because of Mr. Hyde. He was taking his life over, it seemed the potion was no longer having an affect on him, for he couldn’t remember where he was on most nights. But even worse, more recently it seemed he’d blackout during the days as well.

He looks at his phone and sees that he has 13 missed calls and several text messages from you.

“Damn it!” He curses and jumps up from the bed. He runs to the shower to see if he can go to the art museum before you left.

He called you several times as he drove to the museum but you didn’t answer, you ignored his calls because you were pissed he didn’t show.

You were busy speaking with Ten, a writer for the city’s newspaper. He was observing an artwork when he came across you staring at your phone with tears in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You looked up at him with a somber expression then broke down even more. He took you outside where you talked about what happened. He then told you a joke to make you laugh and about his job.

“I focus on stories that deal with art and culture, so of course I had to be here.”

“Oh, that’s very nice. The pieces in there are really interesting..well, at least from what I saw before I started crying like an idiot.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Don’t say that..you’re not an idiot. I’m sure he has a reason..you just need to talk about it.”

You nod. “But Ten, it’s not just that. He’s been...different lately. I can’t speak with him very often because he gets upset..this was supposed to be our first date together in a long time. It was supposed to be a “first” for us.”

Ten nodded as he watched you sniffle. “Have you thought about leaving him?”

You shook your head. “I really like him...I just think we need more time, maybe we just have to work on communication.”

Ten gave you a smile. “I agree, if you think he’s worth it, then you’ll both find a way to work it out. Now, it’s 9:30..would you like me to drop you home before you lose a slipper, Princess?”

You felt your face become warm as you smiled.

Ten walked you home as the two of you continued to talk about painters and the artistic styles you enjoyed.

You never noticed Hendery watching the two of you from across the street.

He felt his heart race, an animalistic side was creeping out as he watched you laugh and smile with another man. Sure, he didn’t show up for your date, but did that mean that you should move on so quickly?

Hendery grows angry, he sticks his hands into the pocket of his hoodie and watches Ten give you a hug at your doorstep.

“I should just text her back and apologize.”

“And what will that do? She’ll just ignore you then go on a date with this guy tomorrow.”

“Thats nonsense, she wouldn’t do that to me.”

“Oh, Hendery, he wants her, she wants him, it’s clear to see. But you won’t believe it until she trips and conveniently falls on his dick, will you?”

Hendery shakes his head. “Shut up!”

“Why don’t we just get rid of him so you don’t have to worry about that happening?”

“No! No more murders.”

“But Hendery, what about the elderly man from this morning? Or the middle aged homeless person from the afternoon? Or how about the young girl from the bus stop?”

“Stop it, Hyde!”

“Hendery...it’s time for you to go to sleep.”

“No! No!! Don’t do this again!”

But Hyde takes over once more, following Ten as he walks back to the museum.

———

[The Next Day]

You wake up late in the afternoon and turn the TV on for the news. Your dad already left for work so it’s just you in the house.

“Breaking News, it was discovered this morning, a writer from The Chronicles has gone missing. He goes by the name Ten and his vehicle was found with the key in its ignition and the front door open. Ten was last seen at the opening for the new art museum on 45th street.. If you have any information on Ten’s whereabouts, please contact the police at 555-5127.”

Your mouth fell open. The friendly gentleman that you met the night before had gone missing. You instantly felt guilty as you realized that he dropped you home and put his life in danger for it.

Then, your doorbell rang.

You looked through the peephole and saw Hendery.

You bit your bottom lip and sighed. You had been avoiding him since he ditched you, but you should’ve known he would visit you sooner or later when he knew your dad wasn’t home.

You opened the door.

“Hi.” You said with tight lips.

Hendery looked at you with pleading eyes that almost broke your hard exterior. His hair was wavy and hung in his forehead. His eyes looked tired and his face looked drained, but he still looked handsome to you.

“Baby..I’m so sorry, can I come in?”

You widened the door. “Yeah..I guess..”

Hendery brought in a large bouquet of flowers in one hand and a large gift bag in the other hand.

You sat down on the couch and turned off the TV.

“Okay, baby, listen, I’ve been at the lab a lot lately, I haven’t had enough sleep and I..I decided to take a nap like an idiot. I overslept and missed our date, I’m so so sorry, please baby, I didn’t do it on purpose.” He says in one breath as he drops the bag down and gets on his knees in front of you.

Your eyes widen. “Okay! Okay, you don’t have to do that..”

“Do you forgive me?” Hendery’s eyes are round and watery.

You caress the side of his face with your hand while he looks up at you like you’re the messiah. “Hendery..we should talk, maybe you should take a break from the lab..you look tired.”

Hendery melts in your hand as he closes his eyes. “Sweetheart..I love your touch..”

“You’re stressing yourself out, maybe it’s time for a vacation.” You continue.

He places his hand over yours and brings it to his lips. He kisses it softly.

“I’m fine, baby. I promise.” His voice is gravelly and makes you weak.

You sigh. “Sit beside me…”

Hendery smirks, he’s able to change the topic so effortlessly once he hypnotizes you with his eyes and touch. “Why?”

You lick your lips. “Are you really teasing me right now? After what you did last night?”

Hendery chuckles and gets up onto the couch beside you. You take his face in between your hands and kiss him deeply. You both grow hot and kiss each other with more passion as you struggle to breathe steadily, your tongue brushing over his and his teeth nipping onto your bottom lip.

He pulls away abruptly. “Wait..there’s something I have to show you.”

You watch him reach into the gift bag and pull out a large box. He hands it to you and grins. “Open it, sweetheart.”

“What’s this?” You lift the sides carefully and open the top. You then see that it’s a beautiful dress, but not just any dress. As you hold it above your head to let it fall loose from the box, you see that it’s the black Gucci dress that you told him you loved. It was long sleeve but slit down the center with a plunging neckline.

You gasped. “For me?”

Hendery nodded when he saw your face light up.

“Oh my god! Hendery!” You turned to him with your mouth still agape.

He nodded. “You’re gonna look great in it, baby, but there’s something else..” he reaches into the bag and pulls out a small ring box.

“Hendery..”

He opens the box and shows you a dazzling emerald cut sapphire colored ring.

Your eyes widen even more. “Oh—oh my god!”

You fling your arms around him and hug him tightly.

He laughs as you freak out over your gifts and holds you to his chest. The two of you fall onto the couch and continue to make out.

“I love it, baby, thank you.” You say before kissing his neck.

He feels a chill run through his body as you lay on top of him. “It’s a promise ring, I promise to protect you and love you for as long as I live.”

You felt your legs weaken by his words.

“Hendery..I love you..” you kiss his collarbone.

Neither of you felt that it was early, for there was an undeniable connection that you had to each other. You couldn’t imagine yourselves with anyone else.

You sucked his skin in between your teeth and listened to him moan, the purplish marks you gave him standing bright and clear as the sunny day outside.

You then pulled the band of his sweatpants down to reveal his hard member and licked the tip leaking with pre cum already.

You forgot about everything as the two of you made love. You only felt him, his love, his embrace, his caring nature. You loved it all and yearned for him to be with you forever.

———

[New Year’s Eve]

Things had calmed down a bit since that day. Hendery started looking and feeling better as his lab received more than enough money to continue research and development projects.

You also noticed that the rate of people going missing each week had gone down significantly, as if the culprit was taking a break for the holidays.

You felt happier now that Hendery and your father were both happier. Things felt right when you had Hendery by your side for Thanksgiving dinner and for the entire day of Christmas. And now, you could ring in the new year together. You hoped that your future would remain as bright as these past few days had been.

Hendery bought you so many gifts for Christmas, you had to leave some of them in his place. But you didn’t mind it, as it gave you an excuse to stay over some nights. Surprisingly, your dad was okay with that.

Your dad lifted curfew for the holidays, meaning you and Hendery could go to the movies or ice skating whenever you had the chance. You also got to make out by the giant Christmas tree by city hall and snap a few pictures together.

And when the nights were cold, Hendery wrapped you in his arms and kept you warm. He’d whisper sweet words into your ear and wait for you to drift into sleep.

He was taking double the amount of his “medication” to hold Mr. Hyde back. He was able to create more of it with your father’s generous donation that allowed him to buy the chemicals necessary. But he couldn’t ignore the fact that a part of him missed Mr. Hyde, for he felt more..confident with him around.

Nonetheless, Hendery spun you around on the ballroom floor as you danced.

The city was having a countdown special at a mansion owned by Johnny, the owner of the popular greenhouse conservatory on the outskirts.

His place was beautiful and you found yourself in awe at all of the art on the walls.

“I didn’t know you could dance.” You looked impressed by his dancing skills.

Hendery blushed. “I didn’t know I could either, but I may have watched a YouTube video or two to prepare for this..” he gave you a wink.

“Ohh..I see.” You laughed out as Hendery watched your beautiful smile. You looked stunning in the dress he bought you. Your neck and cleavage looked wonderful and oh so tempting. Your makeup was also done well, even though he thought you were gorgeous without it.

Hendery looked dapper in his suit and smoothed back hair. His hand on your waist and the way he looked into your eyes as you danced close made you tremble.

Hendery couldn’t keep his eyes from drifting down to your chest. He breathed heavily and the beast inside him dared to crawl out at any moment.

He was struggling to hold him back, but your silky, revealing dress has their thoughts running wild. He’s growing impatient. Sooner or later, Mr. Hyde will take over if Hendery doesn’t hold him back.

Hendery clears his throat and lets go of your hand. “Excuse me, I have to go to the restroom..”

A look of concern crosses your face but you nod and watch him scurry to the bathroom.

In the meantime, you watch your father speak to the elites a few feet away. You take a sip of your drink and look to the other direction.

A lady walks over to you suddenly.

“Hello! You must be the mayor’s beautiful daughter! How are you?” The woman asked enthusiastically.

You gave a smile that your dad would’ve been proud of and shook her hand.

“Yes! I am his daughter and thank you so much, I’m flattered.” You chuckled.

She nods. “You look amazing, but I couldn’t help but notice the ring on your finger.”

She points to the ring on your hand that is holding the glass.

“Oh.. what about it?”

“It’s just...I could’ve sworn I saw it on TV or something..” she puts a finger to her chin.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Ahh! Yes! That’s where I saw it, on the news I think, it was missing from a jewelry store! I think it’s worth about 50 grand!”

“What are you talking about?” Hendery pops up behind her.

He walks beside you and takes your hand in his. “Are you really trying to harass the Mayor’s daughter by accusing her of stealing a ring?”

The woman shook her head. “I am so sorry, you guys have a good night.” She walks away.

You turn to Hendery. “What was that?”

Hendery’s face relaxes when he looks back at you.

“I don’t know, but let’s dance.”

You dance for a few more minutes. Hendery starts to sweat and pull your body closer to his, he licks his lips as he watches your eyes fall low.

“Baby, I’m so sorry but I can’t take it anymore.” He takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom upstairs where things are a little quieter.

You stumble into the bathroom while kissing. Hendery fidgets his hand behind him and eventually finds the lock. He also flips the light switch.

He wraps an arm around you, picking you up and placing you to sit on the counter.

You continue to kiss him but Hendery is impatient.

He lifts his mouth from yours and yanks down the fabric of your dress to reveal your hard nipples.

“Fuck..this is what I’ve been dying to see all night.” He latches his mouth onto your nipple, sucking hard as you hold your body up with your hands behind your back.

Your head falls back as his tongue lays flat against the hard nub then circles around it.

“Ahh..Hendery, that feels so good.”

He looks up at you through dark eyes then bites you.

You yelp and look down.

“It’s ‘daddy’ to you.” His voice is grumbly and deep.

You nod. “Daddy, give me more please.” You look up, dewy-eyed.

Hendery sucks and pumps harder. His touch is aggressive, but you don’t want him to stop. Just as long as he was touching you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, I could just watch you all night.” He whispers into your chest then flicks his tongue over your breast again.

He pulls the other side down now, your breast popping out like it was begging to be released from its restrictive cloth covering.

You sat there on the counter, choking back moans and tightening your legs together as he continued to suck your breasts dry.

“Daddy..please..I need you..need you in me.”

Hendery squeezes your breast harder as you squeal.

“Stand up.” He demands while walking back to a stool in the bathroom and taking his jacket off.

He sits down onto it and pats his thigh. “Show me how you’ll ride my cock.”

You walk over to him and part your legs before sitting down and facing him.

He glared at you sternly, no trace of love rests in his gaze as he watches you like a hungry animal.

“No underwear.” He clicks his tongue when he feels your bare pussy resting on his clothed thigh.

You shake your head.

“What a whore you are, I can’t wait to do whatever I want with you.”

You bite your lip and start to move back and forth, you feel your clit begin to gain satisfaction.

You press down harder and hold onto his shoulder while grinding onto his thigh.

Your chest feels weak. You feel so good as friction comforts that one spot.

“Does it feel good?” He whispers with a straight face.

“Y-yes, daddy, so good.”

“Then stand up.”

Your face contorts in confusion.

“Be a good girl and stand up.”

You reluctantly leave his thigh and stand up.

He grabs your hip with one hand and looks up at you through his lashes. He reaches under your dress with his other hand and delivers a short, sharp slap to your dripping folds.

“Ah!” You cry out, but you don’t dare move.

He runs his hand over it now, caressing it to soothe the pain.

Your breath hitches in your throat.

“Mmmm so wet, sweetheart.” He licks his lips and delivers another blow.

You would’ve fallen forward had he not been holding you with his other hand.

“You’ve been tempting me all night with this slutty dress, did you think you would escape punishment?” He growls.

And slap after slap you felt your skin getting warm, but your wetness never failing to coat his fingers.

“Please..fuck me.” You exhale after he slaps you.

“Get on your knees.”

You get on your knees and move to a position where you can suck his cock, but he shakes his head.

“No no no..on all fours.”

The cold tile aggravates your knees but you ignore it and focus more on the aching in between your legs.

Hendery gets on the floor behind you and flips up the bottom half of your dress so it bunches up by your waist.

He places his hands onto your breasts while grinding his bulge against your ass.

“Fuck..daddy, please.”

He watches you fidget below him, your essence coating his dress pants as you lay there and take him just like that.

Your pussy quivers each time his bulge just barely presses onto it.

You breathe heavily and moan.

“Do you think you can take me, sweetheart?” You hear him zip his pants down. A sense of relief floods your body.

“Yes.”

“Without taking my fingers first?”

“Yes, daddy.”

You can feel his tip hit your thigh. You move backwards and closer to him, just to feel him closer to you, anything to feel him.

“No, no stay still.”

He slides a condom on and watches your ass perk up in the air in anticipation. Your beautiful folds drip before him.

You gasp as he runs his tip in between them to coat it with your slick.

He smirks and grabs your waist while burying into hard and deep.

Your body falls onto the tile, you cry out loudly from the pain of him suddenly stretching you out but he wraps an arm under you and picks you up.

“I said, stay still!” He grumbles out again but his tone is harsher, darker.

Your arms shake as you hold your body up and attempt to adjust to his length.

He was both wide and long, tears escaped your eyes as he slid into your tight opening.

“So..fucking tight..especially for a whore like you.”

You bite your lips to hold back an embarrassingly loud moan.

He slides in and out quicker and pulls your head back by grabbing your hair. “Why are you crying? Is it too big for you?”

He thrusts hard, making your ass cheeks shake against his hips and your mouth fall open. He was never this rough with you, you wondered why he sounded different.

He was also bigger than usual, you thought.

“Mmmm..n-no.”

He thrusts hard again, nestling himself deep within your walls and pushing against your insides.

He then pulls out completely before giving your ass a harsh slap. You fall onto the floor and cry out.

“No, what?!”

“No, daddy!”

He flips you over onto your back just so he can see your teary face and lips swollen from you biting them.

He licks his lips and goes back to sucking your breasts like he did before, only this time, his cock is passing against your silky walls.

You feel every ridge, every vein, every twitch.

Curse words leave your mouth as you are brought closer and closer to the edge.

He placed his hands on either side of your head and fucks into you from above while watching your breasts move with each thrust. His nails dig into your knees as he pushes them further apart, watching his long cock glide into your small opening like magic. The way you open up for him drives him crazy.

You’re so wet, he slips in and out with ease.

“Should I let you cum?”

“Yes, daddy, please.” You licked your lips and watched the handsome man above you. He had loosened a few buttons but his hair, now free and wavy, dangled over your face.

He takes your hard nipples in between his fingers and pinches them. You arch your back and moan.

This all felt so wrong but so right. Him fucking you hard and into the new year on the bathroom floor while your father was just down stairs a few feet away.

You came instantly, your body trembling as it clenched around him. Your eyes shut tightly, Hendery watched your jaw clenched and grabbed your chin.

“I didn’t tell you to cum, now I’ll have to go harder.” He growled out.

He fucked you hard, your back rubbing against the tile as he didn’t let up on his unforgiving thrusts.

“Too-too much, daddy.” You cried out as tears escaped your eyes again.

“That’s too fucking bad, you came without permission, so now you’re gonna take it,” he thrusted particularly hard with an emphasis on “take it.”

You moaned loudly and squirmed under him, but he held you still, his fingertips digging into your waist. You panted and cried as a burning feeling shot through your skin..

Hendery fucked you like some kind of animal with a crazy sex drive, placing your legs onto his shoulders and ripping some fabric from your expensive dress.

“Hendery! What the-“

“Shhh!! I want to see my cock fill you up, sweetheart. Want to see my little whore take all of me in.”

A smile creeped across his face.

You got up on your elbows and saw that his girthy penis really was poking through your stomach slightly.

“Fuck..so fucking good, daddy.”

Your hips started to hurt from your legs being open and spread out for so long, but Hendery didn’t care, you were all his tonight, and he was going to make sure you remembered that.

“Who were you walking home with after you left the art museum?”

Your brows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

Why would he bring up something from a few months ago?

“The guy..I saw him take you home..what’s his name?”

He rubs your clit, making you disoriented.

“I don't know Hendery, I went home by myself that night.”

“Oh, don’t fucking lie to me, whore.” He places his hand around your throat and squeezes it.

You clench uncontrollably as your clit feels amazing with his thumb on it.

Hendery cums as you tighten around him unexpectedly. You release as well, his hand tightens even more around your throat. You see stars and shake. Your body feels weak, but Hendery doesn’t pull out or let your throat go.

He leans downward and kisses your lips.

He looks wild and different, his eyes are more intense with a red glow around them that you hadn’t seen before. He has purple and green veins bursting out from his forehead and neck also.

He chokes you while staring into your eyes and as you come down from your high, you notice that something is wrong.

He pulls his limp member out but lets it lay on your stomach.

“Tell me his fucking name!”

Your eyes grow. “Who are you talking about?!” You manage to utter out while slowly losing breath.

He lays a sloppy kiss onto your lips again then pulls away. “Do you want to know what Ten’s last words were?”

You grasped his shoulders. “Hendery, this isn’t funny.”

“Oh, but it is, sweetheart..you should’ve seen the look of terror on his face when I held the knife above his head.”

Your mouth fell open, greeting Hendery’s as he laid another kiss. You struggled to push him off of you, so you bit his lip and crawled away from him.

Hendery kneeled on the ground and held his lip. A low chuckle escapes and it’s one that is horrifying.

“But baby, we were having so much fun, why did you do that?”

“Because you’re not funny! I’m leaving!” You stumble to your feet and fix your dress over your breasts.

You rush to the door but Hendery blocks it. You cower in fear. He doesn’t look like himself at all, he looks like some kind of monster with a wild look.

“Hendery? What’s wrong with you?”

“Hendery’s not here anymore.” The deep voice laughs out.

“Let me go.” You begin to tremble.

“Hendery had his fun, I think I deserve to have fun too.”

You were so confused as this monster takes Hendery over, but you quickly devise a plan.

You grab the soap dispenser behind you and quickly hit him in the head. He snarls out in pain but you have just enough time to push past him and out of the door.

You rush down the stairs and call out for help, but then you notice that the fireworks are going off. People are laughing and sharing drinks on the rooftop together.

You turn to head back up the stairs and to the rooftop to get help, but Hendery is already making his way down with an angry look on his face.

No one is in the mansion but you..and him.

You run out of the mansion as fast as you can, hoping that you can find anyone that could help you.

You felt pain in your hips from being stretched out but you ignored it. You were terrified as you heard him bolting after you with superhuman speed.

“Help!! Help me!!” You cried out but the streets were empty, everyone was celebrating the new year as beautiful and loud fireworks lit up the sky.

You continue to run and breathe heavily, you finally create a safe distance between yourself and him so you lean against the back of a wall and wait for him to pass.

He slows down when he no longer sees you..

“Sweetheart..it’s just me and you, now. Don’t worry about him!” Hendery’s normal voice calls out.

You tremble and cry in fear, but cover your mouth as he gets closer.

“What are you talking about? I’m still here, where is the little whore?” A darker voice says.

“She’s smart, we won’t find her.” The first voice says.

You’re confused, it’s as if two people are talking to each other, but it’s just Hendery.

“I can smell her..” the darker voice says.

“No!! No!! Leave her alone!” Hendery fights himself in the street alone, he goes crazy while yelling and throwing himself around.

“But she’s mine!”

“Mr. Hyde..please just leave me alone..” Hendery falls to his knees and sobs in the middle of the street.

“I live inside you forever, Hendery, with Satan himself by my side.”

“No!!”

And then you only hear silence.

You peak out to see if he has left but to your surprise. He’s right there beside you, his crazy eyes glaring as he smiles.

“Found ya!”

You scream and run away and into the yard of a random house, you stumble into the shed and look around for anything you can use to protect yourself.

A bat.

You take the bat and walk around the yard.

You see Hendery walking around the house. You take in a sharp breath then run up to him fast and swing as hard as you can.

His body falls to floor limply.

You drop the bat and cover your mouth, screaming once more as you look on the body of your strange lover.

———-

[1 Month Later]

You’re starting the spring semester at college, physically. You and your father both agreed that after what happened, it would be best for you to spend some time away.

You told your father about what had happened that night the next day. He told you that Hendery had threatened him and you both came to the conclusion that Hendery was suffering from some sort of psychological disorder. One that would allow him to kidnap and murder people.

Some missing people were found in the lab’s crematory room, but evidence showed that most victims were cremated. This amount of cremation filled the air with harmful toxins, the very same toxins that Hendery’s lab was responsible for getting rid of.

It was ironic, but now your father was happy that the killer was identified.

People no longer went missing.

All cases were closed.

Except for one, however.

Hendery’s body was never found.

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TGS Writing Prompts

So I recently lost all my old unfinished fics (I probably wasn’t going to finish or post them at any point anyway so it doesn’t actually matter.) I’m now taking the plotlines and dumping them here as writing prompts, in case anyone was looking for ideas. Do whatever you like with them - change them, take inspiration, or just flat out use them as is.

- Unable to control Hyde or the lodgers, Jekyll turns to Mind Lanyon for help, allowing him access to his body to fix things up. Jekyll’s happy with the results but nobody else is very happy about Jekyll’s sudden and cold change in demeanour.

- Jekyll gets turned into a cat. Everyone assumes that the new cat around the place is some new stray that Jekyll adopted and Lanyon begrudingly looks after cat Jekyll until Jekyll shows up again after accidentally stepping on his tail, injuring him. Jekyll’s attempts to let people know who he really is keeps being unintentionally sabotaged by Hyde who keeps taking over his body and doing cat things (Knocking things off tables, scratching people when they pet him, etc.) and he eventually overhears so much stuff that he shouldn’t have heard that it just sort of becomes awkward to try to tell anyone. People are starting to get worried about Jekyll’s absence though.

- Jekyll transforms into Hyde for the first time but it’s not an all-at-once process. Instead, over the next few days, he changes slowly, both physically and mentally. His friends now have to look after him throughout this process.

- Jekyll turns himself into a pure incarnation of good instead of evil and literally turns into Mind Lanyon. Actual Lanyon now has to deal with this weird doppleganger, everyone’s pointing fingers at each other as to who cloned Lanyon, and Jekyll is sweating violently in the background.

- A faulty potion leaves Jekyll desperately needing positive attention (Cuddles, compliments, hand holding, etc) the same way as a person needs to eat, sleep, and drink but he’s too gentlemanly to ask for it or admit the problem. Moreover, most of the lodgers/Frankenstein still flat out dislike him. A lack of affection, however, causes him to steadily become more and more ill.

- A year before Frankenstein showed up, Jekyll’s secret got revealed to the entire society. With Jasper and Frankenstein being new the society, Jekyll is doing his best to keep his secret still a secret from them to retain some seblance of his reputation but it’s difficult since all the lodgers are such gossips that they keep letting things slip. After the fire, the lodgers and Rachel are all helping Jekyll keep Hyde under guard until the search dies down. Lanyon, however, didn’t react so well to the whole Jekyll-Hyde secret and left the society. Since then, he’s wanted to get rid of Hyde to get his old friend back.

- Just a superpowers au. Jekyll has the ability to draw out negative emotions in other people - the worse his own mental state, the more powerful and the less controllable his ability becomes. As things get worse, this ability causes the people around him to lash out at each other and at him.

#the glass scientists #No credit required #My writing

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SANDERS SIDES KARAOKE: GOTHIC LITERATURE MUSICALS EDITION

Okay, so after four years of being in the Sanders Sides fandom, I’m going to attempt to write some headcanons. Here we go.

Since it’s well-known in fanon that the sides do have karaoke sessions, imagine what would happen if they sang musicals based on gothic literature.

Roman’s happy because broadway, duh, Logan is happy because it’s canon that he enjoys gothic literature since he dressed up as Frankenstein’s monster for Halloween, same reason for Virgil and Patton’s happy that his family is bonding. He made extra cookies for the occasion. He’s dangerous like that.

(I headcanon that when Thomas had to write analyses of gothic literature novels for school, Virgil, Roman and Logan would work together to come up with stuff and write the best essays in class and Patton would be so proud of them)

I’m not going to count Les Mis because I’m not too sure if that counts as gothic literature and whilst the Hunchback of Notre Dame is indeed gothic (trust me I read that in a plane once. An entire, like, ten pages is dedicated to describing the scenery) I don’t think it became a broadway show.

Now this isn’t like their usual karaoke nights, no sir. Just idly remaining in the living room won’t do. Where is the gusto? The pizazz? The accolade winning extravaganza? The-

“We get it Princey, can you just get on with it?” - Virgil

No, this type of singing can only be accompanied with an atmosphere that will do it justice. To the imagination they go and with Logan’s (who has practically memorised every single one of these books and is not geeking out at all) input on how the novels describe each setting, Roman creates very intricate landscapes for each song.

When they sing ‘Alive’ from ‘Jekyll and Hyde’ Roman thought that it would be really cool for Patton to play Mr Edward Hyde since Hyde is literally the human id and Patton, being the embodiment of morality, is literally the superego (although to be fair, Patton is also shown to be quite childish and impulsive since he’s also the base of Thomas’ emotions and Hyde is impulsive because he’s a way for Jekyll to act on his own emotions - especially since the only crime that Hyde does in the book are him over-reacting with his anger by beating a man to death. And in the novella, Jekyll writes that he and Hyde are like father and son and that Hyde is actually younger than Jekyll is, he does have that sense of childishness that Patton has only instead of that childishness being good and helpful, it’s bad and hurtful. Plus in the soundtrack of Alive, whilst Anthony Warlow does sing about how good being evil feels like, he also sounds like he is crying tears of joy of being able to be himself, the first words post-transformation being freedom and anyways these are supposed to be fun headcanons not analytical headcanons so I digress…)

Anyways Patton is happy to play the villain because “look kiddos, Roman conjured up this really swell cape” “the correct term is cloak” “and check out this top hat and cane!” and he’s just belting out the words and froliking around Victorian London without a care in the world, making his cape swoosh in the wind.

“Patton I would advise you not to take your shoes off. This is nineteenth-century London with people dying of cholera by the dozens, your feet could catch a myriad of infections.”

“Worry not, specs, the scenery is merely an illusion. I would never allow for our dear padre to succumb to the villain of illness”

“Aww, thanks kiddo (cue Patton’s sunshine smile) now where was I? IT’S THE FEELING OF BEING ALIVE! FILLED WITH EVIL AND TRULY ALIVE!”

They have Logan sing ‘I Need To Know’ because a doctor of science singing about wanting to expand his knowledge and having that thirst to do whatever it takes to get said knowledge. That is a Logan Sanders song right there. At first he’s like “why do I have to sing. I was happy enough giving directions and helping you with the scenery” but Roman creates this big scientific library that could rival the one from Beauty and the Beast/ laboratory from that’s practically the identical to Jekyll’s lab in the book and he’s like “Fine” like he isn’t enjoying himself. He is. They all know it. He’s not fooling anyone

Patton and Roman sing ‘Bring on the men’ together (yes, whilst wearing dresses) whilst Virgil and Logan drink apple juice from those big british beer glasses in the mind-scape created Red Rat (which Logan is quick to point out doesn’t exist and is vocally upset at how the musical adaptation added unnecessary romantic subplots with Lisa and Lucy when the book itself only had three background female characters who were only there for like one paragraph. He’s even more upset at the other inaccuracies with the book like how in the play Jekyll creates his formula as a cure for mental illness and Hyde was accidental whilst in the book he did it because he wanted to indulge in sin without fearing the consequences and Hyde, whilst not being exactly what he wanted, was actually created on purpose or how in the book Hyde only kills one man and in the musical he kills practically everyone except for the one person he did kill. Virgil pats him on the back with sympathy). Roman and Virgil are sniggering at the sexual euphemisms at the end of the song whilst Patton’s confused. She just seems really enthusiastic about food.

Roman sings both parts of ‘Confrontation’ by himself. He gets a standing ovation.

He also does ‘Transformation’. The problem is that he was so good at sounding like he was in complete agony and near death that they had to stop the song prematurely because Patton was getting upset. Don’t worry, Pat gets lots of cuddles by Roman afterwords.

(You know what I might do some sides reacting to The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde later because 1. It’s my favourite book and 2. All four of them would have very interesting takes on it)

From the Frankenstein musical Virgil plays the criminal from ‘Say Amen’ because he wants to (seriously, the guy’s first words in the song are ‘I curse the day that I was born into a world so black with hate’) and Logan plays Victor Frankenstein but Patton refuses for his son to even pretend to be executed by the noose so they have Roman play a man wearing a british executioner outfit with a foam sword and the creative side just bonks the anxious side on the neck with it. Logan despairs about the historical inaccuracy from his place in the stands whilst Patton is cheering next to him. Patton also hands him an extra jumper to keep him warm in the Switzerland cold.

“Patton, I am grateful that you are thinking of my health but no one in eighteenth century Switzerland wore bright blue jumpers with cartoon kittens on them”

“Really, Logan, are you paw-sitive?”

“I would like to change places with Virgil. Immediately”

Roman and Logan turn ‘Birth to my creation’ into a duet because Logan enjoys the scientific aspect of it and Roman can’t resist the drama (of course). He goes all out. He makes Victor’s lab perfect to the smallest detail (and cheers when Logan’s eyes start lighting up and he does that cute clappy thing when he’s excited), he conjures a storm and makes lightning strike at the best moments of the song. He even creates a ‘wretch’ (what Victor calls the monster in the book. I’ve heard that it’s name is Adam but all I remember from the novel is Victor calling himself god and the creature his Adam) to lie on the table.

“And we didn’t even have to go grave-robbing for it. Or drop out of University.” - Roman

“No matter how many times I wanted to.” - Virgil

Roman and Virgil do most of the songs from Dracula. The creative side creates this huge, expensive-looking window-balcony thing with glass double doors and billowing silk curtains so that he could dramatically sing ‘the longer I live’ whilst the wind blows through his hair and he dramatically drapes himself on the balustrade so that the light from the full moon hits his figure just right. Patton’s close to crying.

Logan is very eager to give as many facts as he can about nineteenth-century mental institutions for ‘The Master’s Song’. He gets really into the history behind certain treatments and different cases. Roman plays Renfield and the others play doctors.

Virgil is super into Dracula’s castle during ‘Life after life’. He and Roman duet that song wearing all-black. Logan tries to help Patton’s slight fear by telling him the history behind different pieces of architecture.

Patton plays Christine during Phantom of the Opera

Roman, Virgil and Logan sing ‘A story told’ from The Count of Monte Cristo around a circular table in a dimly lit tavern. Patton takes pictures and drinks hot chocolate in the sidelines.

#sanders sides #sanders sides headcanon #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #lamp #calm #lamp/calm

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lo-55 · 4 years

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Shattered Chains of Fate Ch. 20

Deal or No Deal?

Achilles appears beside Chad and Orhihime, dressed in his black under armour and holding only his shield. He looks unassuming, for one of the most famous heroes in history. A whisper in the trees and he knows that Medusa and Cu have taken up their posts, but none of them move to interfere. Cu and Achilles have too much respect for a deal made by warriors to come between the two of them, and Medusa will stay where she is unless he looks like he’s going to die.

Which he won’t.

He can’t let himself die yet.

He has far too much to do.

Zangetsu sings when he blocks a tiny cero aimed at him. It cuts easily to both sides of him and blows up a tree violently. Ichigo blocks each one that’s lobbed at him, until Yammy yanks out his zanpakutou and swings it viciously at Ichigo.

Ichigo blocks, narrowly, and swings Tensa out of his sleeve in an uppercut that nearly spills Yammy’s guts from his body. If Hollows have guts.

He doesn’t actually know.

Yammy howls and keeps taking wild, viciou swings at him. He’s strong, and powerful and angry.

But that makes him stupid, too.

Ichigo bolts between his legs when he lifts his sword above his head and avoids a blow that leaves a chasm in the park ground. Ichigo spins on his knees and brings his shorter blade around to slice through Yammy’s tendons on his legs, then up his back with Neive.

On the chance that their Zanpakutou work like his he lops off Yammy’s other hand when he tries to flail behind him and kicks the sword into the trees.

Ichigo levels Neive to Yammy’s throat and stands still.

He’d learned a long time ago not to let people ‘level up’ if he could help it.

“Yield,” he ordered coldly. He didn’t feel much like Ichigo Kurosaki, Substitute Shinigami right now. He felt like Ichigo Kurosaki, Master of of Chaldeas.

“Fuck you!” Yammy snarls at him. “You can’t do this!”

“Funny,” Ichigo says, “I just did.”

He turns his eyes to Ulquiorra, who’s impassiveness is broken only by a slight widening of his eyes.

“Well?” Ichigo asks, not taking his blade away from Yammy’s throat.

Ulquiorra tilts his head. “I will have to confer with our Lord.”

Ichigo bristles. “You made a deal,” he snaps. He sees Achilles start to rise and Cu step out of the trees. The whisper of chains and serpents to his right reminds him that they aren’t alone. All it will take is one word for him and they’ll tear through both of them brutally.

“I didn’t think you would win.”

Ichigo will give it too him. He’s honest.

“We shall return, when Lord Aizen sees fit.”

Before Ichigo can move to stab him or give the order Ulquiorra turns and tears the air apart.

It splits like a mouth, gaping into a void. Unceremoniously Ulquiorra appears in front of Ichigo in a burst of insane speed and thrown Yammy straight through the gap.

Ichigo barely reacts in time to block a blow aimed at his head.

In a second the hollows vanish, Urahara appears with Yoruichi, and Ichigo starts cussing a blue streak.

Jekyll is red faced at breakfast the next morning, his shoulders hunched and his gaze guilty whenever it lands on Ichigo.

The girls notice, of course they do. Mash looks between the two curiously, and Mordred seems to come to her own conclusions because she mock gags and drags Fran away as soon as they’re done eating.

Alice and Jack as corralled by Mash, who shoots Ichigo a look as she escorts them out of the room and into another. The authors haven’t even emerged from their room. Admittedly, as servants they don’t need to eat, but its still nice to have everyone around the table, and Jack and Alice act like they’ve never eaten before in their lives.

(Ichigo very intentionally doesn’t look into the implications of that)

That leaves Ichigo alone with Jekyll, who takes one look at him, glances at his lap, and bolts for the door.

Ichigo is left watching him go. What the fuck is he supposed to do about this?

It’s easier dealing with children. It really, really is.

Ichigo taps his bracelet until Romani comes up on the coms.

“Ichigo! What’s going on?” Roman asks cheerfully. Ichigo can hear him take a sip of his coffee and hum.

“Nothing terrible just. Annoying. What do you do when someone’s convinced that their other personality has done something terrible to you, but you can’t explain that they didn’t and even if they did its not their fault for what the other them did because they won’t let you talk to them because they’re guilty and freaking out about what the them that they aren’t didn’t actually do?”

“... what ?”

“Uh. You know what. Never mind.”

“Wait, no, Ichigo I wanna know more what the fuck is happening down the-”

Ichigo hung up on him swiftly and stared down at his watch. God this was a stupid situation.

Jekyll acted like they’d just woken up in vegas or something.

And Ichigo has no idea how to fix it.

* *

Ichigo sits in the room in Urahara’s. Cu and Achilles are in the front of the store with the kids, and Medusa had gone to see to the girls, and make sure that they were safe. If someone had been sent to find him, there was always a chance that Aizen would send someone after the others too. He hated it, but he had to keep reminding himself that Aizen isn’t Kyo.

He isn’t the same person as the one he’d met in america. They haven’t fought and almost died together. Ichigo hasn’t shoved his very soul into Aizen’s. He hasn’t stayed night vigils on the restless river with him. He hasn’t held him while he begged for his memory.

Still.

Ichigo has promises to keep.

“What were you thinking?” Urahara asks, “Making a deal like that?”

He doesn’t even sound like he’s scolding Ichigo, for which he’s grateful. He might punch him if that was the case.

It’s strange sometimes. Urahara doesn’t patronize him nearly as much as other people have. People who’d known much more about what he was capable of and what he’d done in the past. He has a startling amount of faith in Ichigo. Even if he is a liar.

“I was thinking I need to have a … discussion, with Aizen,” he says at length.

Urahara’s brows shoot upwards. “A discussion.” He repeats.

Ichigo shrugs, and offers no other explanation. He said what he said, and he meant what he’d said too. He needs to talk to Aizen, if only to tell him the truth.

He may be a traitor to these people, and there’s a history between him and the exiles that Ichigo doesn’t know the details behind, but Ichigo has been to Seireitei. He’s talked with Kyo for hours, lamenting the state of the world and encouraging him to light the spark of revolution. He has no ill will towards him for betraying such a bad place. He barely begrudges him Rukia’s near execution.

Ichigo plays favorites. Sue him.

“Ichigo. He’s a very dangerous man. If you had gone what was your plan?”

“Are you trying to say you’re not dangerous?” Ichigo reasons, looking dead at him. Urahara has the decency to tilt his hat down.

“Certainly not. I would never lie to you like that, Kurosaki. We have a deal, don’t we?”

Ichigo shoots him a half a grin. “So we do.”

“And,” he adds, “My plan is the same as it always is. Charge in with a motley crew and make allies when I get there. It worked before.”

“These aren’t shinigami. They’re hollows.”

“It seems to me that at this point I’m as much a hollow as I am a shinigami. And, they were my enemies too. Does it really make that much of a difference? They clearly have personality and opinion. Not all of them can be on Aizen’s pay roll.”

Urahara considers this.

“It was still reckless.”

Ichigo leans across the table at him. “ I am reckless. It’s always served me well. Besides, I have people watching my back.”

“Yes, your friends. Who you’ve never explained.” Urahara shoots him a pointed look.

“I wasn’t just referring to them,” he nods to Urahara, who actually looks startled before he snaps his fan out to hide his mouth.

“That still doesn’t explain your friends.”

“No. You’re a smart man, I’m sure you can figure it out.”

Ichigo did not grin when he said it, even if he wanted to. The truth is impossible, even for ghosts in most cases, but Urahara had had a hogyoku. He’d held the impossible and possible in his own hands and nourished its power for centuries. He can come to his own conclusions about Ichigo’s life.

Ichigo kind of wants to know just what they’ll be.

“Anyhow. What are we gonna do about the Drosiv?”

“Dro- what now?” Urahara genuinely looks befuddled.

“Well they’re hollows with shinigami power right? The opposite of Visord. So Drosiv. Do you have a better word for them?”

“... I do not.”

* * *

Gin watched the show Ulquiorra put on for the gathered arrancar.

On Aizen’s order, without even blinking, he ripped his own eyeball out and crushed it into dust.

First was the sight of the bloodied teenagers. A young girl with brilliant hair that looked far too much like Rangiku for Gin’s own personal comfort, a bulky boy who Yammy swatted like he was little more than a fly. The girl held up better. She was strong, and a fighter, but it was pretty clear she took no joy in fighting.

Then came Ichigo.

The first thing Gin noticed, besides his hair, was his sword.

When last they’d met it had been a massive, body length kyber knife. Now it was the same length but the ribbon had turned black and there was a hollowed out portion in the blade.

Even more surprising is the white knife, pattered in geometric blue that appears from inside his sleeve.

“Looks like yer boy is gettin’ new tricks, huh?” he tilts his head towards Aizen, who wears a smile that would make lesser men grow cold. It’s not even a cruel smile. It’s just far too interested for someone like Aizen. Gin almost pities little Ichigo Kurosaki. Almost.

As it looks now the kid knows how to hold his own, and how to be vicious. Which was not the vibe Gin got from him during their brief encounters in the Seireitei.

Determined yes. Stubborn yes. But not cruel.

“Let’s make a deal,” Ulquiorra met his gaze squarely. Brown burned at his, and now Gin’s too, with a jaw set hard.

“And just what would that be? ” he asked, his voice smooth and flat. Through the memory Gin can feel the most muted tick of interest. Funny, the last few times they’d done this he hadn’t felt anything besides mild annoyance.

“You work for Aizen, right?” A redundant question. Ichigo adjusted his grip on his blade. “If I win I want you to take me to him.”

Ulquiorra looked briefly between the pair of them before he closed his eyes. It was dark for a long moment.

“So be it.”

Gin kept looking at Aizen, watching him reactions even when Grimmjowstarted berating Yammy for his state and Ulquiorra for not simply killing the other two. Grimmjow was always picking fights.

When they finally got the end, Aizen hummed.

“Interesting,” he said at last. “He wants to come here, then we’ll let him.” Aizen’s smile grew steadily.

Gin had a bad feeling about this.

* * * *

Yuzu was getting frustrated.

She wasn’t unused to being the weakest in the family. It wasn’t a surprise. Ichigo and Karin had taken all of the ghost power when they were born, and only left a little bit for her. Just enough for her to know when ghosts were around.

Not like the other two.

They could see them, interact with them, and even fight them. They were truly their mothers children.

For all Yuzu took over as a housewife once she was tall enough to touch the stove she had always felt the least connected to their parents.

Masaki had always been Ichigo’s world. She was a light for all of them but it was Ichigo that she doted on the most, and Ichigo that had clung so hard to her. Even after she died, Yuzu remembered the grieving more than her mother herself. Masaki was a distant memory, a warm and soft one that was corrupted by the rain of sorrow and the hole in the family that she’d left behind.

Yuzu remembered dark days, days when her dad wouldn’t talk to anyone, and when he brother paced the river bank looking for something that not a one of them could ever see.

Then, in those months, it had just been her and Karin.

It had been the two of them that had pushed their dad out of the house to find Ichigo when he stayed out in the rain. It was them that held each other in the dark of the night. It was them that cried for someone that they would barely remember in the years to come.

Then Karin had grown. She had taken the route of the tom boy, and despite his doting on her it was Karin who had more in common with their dad. Even their hair was the same.

And now it turns out that all of them had been able to see spirits the entire time.

Yuzu had always been the odd one out. Always.

So sometimes, when they go to visit the Ishida household she spends more time with Ryuken than practicing shooting like she’s supposed to. She can barely see what she’s doing, let alone form a proper weapon.

It’s frustrating, and it’s easier to find Ryuken and sit with him and do her homework while Karin tried to learn to fight from Uryu.

It’s during one of these sessions that Ryuken looks up from something he’s doing, hospital administration she assumed, and speaks.

“You should give this up. It will serve you better to focus on the living instead of the dead.”

Yuzu looks up at him. She feels older than 11. Sometimes she thinks she is.

“It would probably be easier,” she admits, “But… But this is something for us to remember our mom with. Did you know I only have three memories of her?”

Ryuken’s brows furrow minutely.

“I… did not.”

“Mhmm. I remember her in the kitchen. She had me sitting on the counter, and I was her taste tester for her curry recipe. It was way too spicy, but I liked it anyway. I liked the color it was. That was a long time ago…”

“I remember when me and Karin were first going to pre school. Dad was crying and making a fuss, and mom had to pry us out of his arms so we could go to class. She told him that he should be pushing us to explore, not trying to hide us away at home.”

She fell silent. Ryuken slowly leaned closer across his desk.

“And the third?”

Yuzu looks up at him. “I remember her funeral. I was the only one who could stand to look in the casket. She looked like she was sleeping. I kept waiting for her to open her eyes and tell us it was all a mistake, she was fine. But she never did.”

“No. I suppose she wouldn’t have. I remember that funeral.”

Yuzu startles. She hadn’t even realized he had been at it. “You do?”

“Mhmm. I always thought they’d picked the worst lipstick for her. She hated red with a passion. My mother always wanted to wear more make up, and look more lady like.”

“I’m sorry,” Yuzu said quietly. “You must miss her.”

Ryuken hummed. “She was my best friend.”

He stood at last. “If you’re really so serious about this, I may be able to help.”

Yuzu scrambled to her feet, her homework discarded, and rushed to follow him.

* * * * *

Ichigo was gonna kill someone.

He really, really was.

All he wanted to do was duel a hollow, jump through an interdimensional tear, and talk to his time travelled/mind wiped best friend so he could ask him about overthrowing the government but no!

No!

Now an entire band of dead people were standing in his homeroom, making a massive spectacle, and how do they think they’re actually blending in right now?

Ichigo looks at Hirako, who looks back at him with what might be his more honest expression to date. A frown.

“Don’t look at me fer help. I’m just a normal human person.”

“Oh yeah. A regular fellow human, you human fellow,” he drawls.

Rukia appears on the WINDOW of all things, her arms crossed and her chin lifted regalling.

“Ichigo! It’s time to talk.”

“Later,” Ichigo waved dismissively at her. “We’re about to start history. Sit down or take a step back, would ya?”

He ducks when Rukia flings herself at him with a vicious punch.

“And the rest of you! Sit down, what’s wrong with you?” Ichigo demands irritably. “Why does everyone insist on putting school on the back burner?”

“Why Ichigo, I had no idea you were such an academic!” Rangiku leaned right into his personal space, her blue eyes bright and teasing.

“I’m not,” he says flatly. “But the better I do the sooner I graduate. So. Sit.”

One by one the shinigami sit around the room, stirring up ripples of conflict.

Ichigo can feel a headache building behind his eyes and the bell hasn’t even wrung yet.

Couldn't they find him after school? Or just leave well enough alone?

Stupid question. Of course they can’t. They’re my friends, after all.

* * * * * *

#Ichigo Kurosaki #bleach fanfiction #BAMF!Ichigo Kurosaki #Ichigo Kurosaki is Ritsuka Fujimaru #gin ichimaru #ulquiorra cifer #jeckyll and hyde

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bansheeoftheforest · 3 years

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1) What expression do you think is the hardest to draw

2) If your tgs ocs could be any mythical/supernatural creature what would they be

3) Random headcanon of yours?

4) One random headcanon of mine (that I'm pretty sure is common) is that due to Hyde, if Jekyll were to go into a state of adrenaline he could absolutely lift like something well beyond what a human should be capable of. Just an absolute huge boost of strength

5) Do you think j&h bones are super stong or super weak? One one hand your 'bones grow back stonger' but on the other. They're breaking them everywhere everyday. I feel thatd make em rather weak

Can I just start off by saying that I like that I can always count on you to ask me something when I make 'ask me' posts? You're wonderful x3

1) All of them. I can draw 1 and 1.5 expressions, either being sheer indifference/mild annoyance or a grin. Nothing more, nothing less. I'm not very good at drawing and I try to get better at expressions but... Expressions are so hard. I have no idea how you do expressions so good honestly, but I would say the hardest is like... Very exaggerated faces? Sad, mad, happy... Especially sad, they look so weird when I draw them sdfsd

2) OooooooOoOohhh.. Collin would be a centaur for certain, or basically any other humanoid/animal creature since I made him an animal lover and a horse breeder (although that might be up for change, I'm thinking of revamping the chars sooner or later)

Hmm... I have mentioned (in between the lines of 1 post. that was) that Abigail would, at some point, maybe become a banshee, mostly because the heartbreak of losing her son, being in love with a man she can't have plus the fact that Douglas is more or less borderline abusive (and considering the fact that Douglas might or might not have had a hand in her death, I'm still debating that point), and banshees are seen as a good creature too, warning people of their or a loved one's death. Either a banshee or a forest nymph, perhaps? Maybe a selkie?

Lastly, Douglas... Werewolf, maybe? A werebear, perhaps? Some kind of bear/wolf monster at the very least, something generally aggressive and capable of great destruction/murder if left unattended. Douglas a... Shitty dude, to say the least. He does not like people and he could not give less of a shit if he hurt people around him, and while werewolves generally are remorseful for the pain they cause and the fate they lead, he... Would not care. Have I mentioned he is a very bad dude?

3) Random Hc of mine... Hmmm... The hc I can think of right now is either A, Henry can no longer feel pain after the HJX potions and his body regrows and regenerates quite quickly, basically like a lizard, so he could chop his hand off and be perfectly fine, just needing to... Well, use some potions to regrow it. Mostly because I like the idea of Brokenshire and the Scotland yard, or sponsors, interrupting an tired Henry who just wants to get his work done but they refuse to leave him alone, so he carries on with his experiments and just... Chops his hand off without flinching, much to the horror of whoever is watching him, or B, that literally everyone (except, of course, for the older peeps like Cantilupe, Maijabi and Sir. Danvers/Lanyon) has had a crush on Henry at some point. All the Lodgers his age? Half the Scotland yard? He is a sought after man, as shown during An Army Of Nightmares, and to be fair, I'm sure he would have been able to make some question their sexuality... More than once.

4) Oooh, I have actually not seen a lot of that hc! I knew it existed but I wasn't sure if it was common or... Half canon at this point because everyone just has accepted it already. I think it makes sense and is a really good one! Anyone, under a specific set of adrenaline, can get crazy strong in life threatening situations, but perhaps Jekyll's strength or necessary amount of adrenaline got altered with the help of the HJ7? this is a very interesting hc!

5) Man... On one hand, I love the angst, and I love to have like... Frail, sick, weak characters because --as a writer-- they are fun to toy with, which is also why I hc/made Collin have some kind of longlasting illness that makes it hard for him to have a normal work, but also makes him need to wear that scarf most of the time. However, as per my previous hc, I do feel like they would be stronger-- Perhaps not because they get broken every night but instead because the HJ7 physically alters their body to make way for the two different life forms. I like (and have basically accepted it as canon) the hc you got/made that, if Henry lost a finger, it would grow back on Hyde and Henry would have it when he turned back again (the teeth post, I believe? I'm not sure if that was the specific conclusion you came to but I digress), so, I do believe it's a bit up for interpretation and the context? It would make a good baseline for an sickfic story, but also a comedy fic because Henry just... Cannot get wounded... At all. Unsatisfactory answer? Most likely but sdfsdjfhs

#thank you for the ask! I spent way too long on this sdfsdfs #ask #darling-dolly-darlene

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xhaotixaesthetica · 5 years

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Yandere!Ateez Reaction to you Trying to Escape

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Author’s Note: Heya anon! You’re a lucky one, cause your request got answered the quickest lol. I’m on a roll right now, this is the third request I’m answering today. At least as of when I’m writing this, that’s the case. I could stop halfway through and not finish this until two years later lmao. I outline Yandere!Ateez’s personalities in a previous headcanon, so this is based on those personalities. Some of them, like Yeosang and Jongho, have S/O’s that aren’t even aware they’re Yandere, so in those cases, I made it their reaction to when they think you’re trying to escape.

READ THE TRIGGER WARNING: This post contains mentions and discussion of abusive relationships, threats, violence, death, supernatural creatures, depression, self-harm, disturbing sexual descriptions, and mental illness. The behaviors and relationships depicted below are abusive and unhealthy. These are not examples of healthy relationships, it’s actually the opposite. This is meant to imagine the members of Ateez in a popular anime trope and it in no way represents their real-life personalities and characters. It’s fiction, it’s for fun, PLEASE DON’T READ IT IF YOU KNOW YOU WON’T LIKE IT OR THIS KIND OF STUFF DISTURBS YOU!

Genre: angst?? IDK really

Word Count: 2.7K+

You are in: the Asteroid Belt.

Hongjoong

The Perfect Boyfriend

Bitch, I’ll pray for you. Hongjoong is an extremely violent boyfriend and trying to escape is NOT advisable unless you know you have a completely foolproof plan.

He told you to never run. He told you that you won’t have any warnings or three strikes. If you leave he will catch you and he will hurt you.

Hongjoong is a man of his word, but you didn’t listen.

“Aww, baby,” Hongjoong made a mock pout, crouching down to your level. “Does the poor baby’s broken leg hurt?”

You couldn’t even look at it, it was twisted at such a grotesque angle. You’d always heard that broken bones didn’t hurt as much as you would think, and you found that to be true right now. Or maybe you were just in so much in all the other bruised parts of your body that it drowned out the pain in your leg.

“This is what happens when you don’t listen to me, you stupid bitch.”

Seonghwa

The Ice King Everytime I write that, I think of the Ice King from Adventure Time.

The silence was unbearable. He hadn’t said anything since your bodyguards brought you back, kicking, screaming, and terrified.

He just stared at you blankly, nothing in his eyes, nothing on his face, nothing in his body language. Occasionally, he would take a sip of the glass of brandy on the table beside him. Sometimes cross and uncross his arms over his chest.

All the while just staring, not saying anything.

You were too scared to speak, eventually too scared to even look at him, opting just to stare at your clammy hands clasped together in your lap.

What was he thinking?

Would he punish you?

Would he forgive you?

Would he beat you?

Would he . . . kill you?

You waited for what could have been hours, bracing yourself for an even more violent response the longer he sat.

But none of that came.

Without a word, Seonghwa stood and glided from the room. You thought he slammed the door the tiniest bit harder than normal, but you were so scared that you were sure your mind had made it up.

As you shuffled back to your room, you hurried as quick as you could past his door.

Your heart was beating too loud, heart too heavy with despair and disappointment, to hear the very faint sounds of sobbing coming from behind his door.

Yunho

The Damsel in Distress Next Door

Theoretically, you could 100% leave Yunho. You could walk out at any time you wanted and he wouldn’t go after you if he knew you were leaving because you wanted to break up and not because you’re hurt or something’s wrong. He wouldn’t hurt you or try and guilt-trip you.

He would say that he wishes you the best and that he won’t try to hurt himself again.

He. Is. Lying.

The minute you walk out that door, he’s closing all the blinds and windows, turning all the lights off, going in his bathroom, and getting the razor blade out of his shaver.

It’s tiny in his huge hands and that makes him even clumsier. He’s shaking, he’s crying, and blood is already spurting everywhere. He’s going to punish himself for everything bad thing he ever did in your relationship that he never got a chance to hurt himself for.

He remembers everything, without even having to write it down, and he’ll give himself the “appropriate” punishment for every bad action, even down to the tiny, most minute things like the time he forgot to put your favorite condiment on the sandwich he made you three months ago, or accidentally pulling your hair when he was running his fingers through it last year.

It might take a while to give himself all those punishments, but he’s going to make sure he stays alive until he gets everything he thinks he deserved.

The time he spends punishing himself is pretty much your only window of opportunity.

Because you know exactly what’s going on. You know what’s happening, you have that same bad feeling from last time, only amplified by ten.

You know he’ll die if you don’t go back.

You could always call the police and send them there, but you honestly doubt their ability to be able to hold him. Yunho’s an adept liar, and he’d get out of hospital treatment, probably in weeks, just to do the same thing. Except there wouldn’t be anyone to call the police then and there was no doubt he’d die then.

At this point, you don’t even believe Yunho can be fixed.

You have the choice between saving his life and being imprisoned in that relationship with him forever or let him die so you can heal and be free.

Yeosang

The Secret Serial Killer

Yeosang’s initial reaction is going to be straight-up confusion.

He doesn’t understand how in the world you could have found anything out that would make you leave.

He was so careful, always so cautious. The police don’t even know what he is or the things he’s done, so how would you?

You hadn’t been acting weird lately. Or had you? How would he not notice?

But the truth is you hadn’t noticed anything. Like I said, Yeosang is too careful, too sneaky, too clever.

What really happened is that you were out with a friend yesterday evening and decided to spend the night as no one felt like driving and both of your phones were dead so you couldn’t call Yeosang to pick you up. You got to her house and put the phone on the charge before eating a late dinner, intending to call him when it had charged up a bit, but you fell asleep before you could do so.

And this happened to be on a night where Yeosang had prior commitments so he couldn’t stalk you so see what you were doing. He was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he got home, only panicking when he woke up the next day to find you still gone.

And now, it was eleven o’clock and Yeosang was pulling up to your friend’s house, calming only slightly when he saw you about to get in your friend’s car, phone in hand, looking worried.

He realized you’d probably been trying to call him but the blood pounding against his ears didn’t allow him to hear the phone he’d thrown haphazardly into the passenger seat.

Yeosang barely even parks before open the car door, anything he was about to say dying on his tongue as an explanation rushed out of your mouth.

Yeosang takes it gracefully, nodding, as he pulls you into his arms.

“I was scared something happened to you,” he says, to which your friend starts cooing over your relationship.

She just doesn't know that he’s already formulating a back-up plan in case you found out about him and tried to leave.

He had no problem killing your friends off one-by-one if it meant you’d stay with him.

San

The Jekyll and Hyde

No matter how San was feeling previously, your attempted escape would undoubtedly bring out Other San.

You’d seen Other San angry before. You’d seen him throw things, punch gigantic holes in walls, scream till he was hoarse, had him kick you in the stomach so hard he almost ruptured your organs, and even seen break an entire table once.

But none of that, none of it compared to the way you were seeing him now.

His gait was slow and confident, his dark eyes following you like a predator, a terrifying smirk painting his face, the malice of it detracting from every handsome feature he had.

“Baby,” he laughed, shaking his head, crossing to the kitchen and disappearing for a moment. You’d run if you thought you actually had a shot of escaping but you knew you didn’t and San was already angry enough.

“You’re so stupid, baby,” he giggled, voice muffled by distance and the more overpowering sound of metal instruments tinkling and bumping against each other.

You said nothing.

When San emerged, it was with a long meat knife with an incredibly sharp blade. You didn’t even know you had that.

San’s eyes were wild, manic as he advanced toward you, shuddering at the sound of your terrified whimpers.

“If you wanted me to hurt you, all you had to do was ask.”

Mingi

The Clingy Bad Boy

This is probably going to be pretty short because I don’t see Mingi having a gigantic reaction, shocking as that may seem. It wasn’t short at all, but that’s because I got description crazy.

He would just have a really violent one.

The minute he got you back in the house, he’d look at you for a second.

And then he’d punch the shit out of you.

You blacked out and when you woke up, it was to an aching body and bruises all over your body. Some places were swollen, some cut, and some bleeding, but, thankfully, nothing was broken.

For some reason, breaking bones seemed like a line Mingi wasn’t able to cross when it came to you.

Personally, you’d rather he broke a single bone and left you alone than do all this, but that wasn’t something you’d say out loud.

You looked up when the door opened to reveal Mingi coming in the room carrying a glass of water, a sandwich and chips, and a few pills.

He sat in a chair beside the bed, putting the food on one side of the nightstand and holding the glass of water and the pills out to you. “Take these,” he said, no trace of his previous anger, but no trace of remorse either.

He looked like this was a normal, everyday occurrence.

You complied, recognizing the pills as two painkillers and swallowing them along with a couple large gulps of water.

Mingi brought a first-aid kit from under the bed, cleaning cuts and applying ointments to your wounds, humming in his low, deep voice as he did so.

And even though he was the one who did this to you, the human mind is an absolute bitch and you relaxed as you heard him sing the familiar melody. He was humming the song he always sang when you were sad.

When he finished treating you, he gave you the food and let you eat before helping you to the bathroom, giving you a hot bath and helping you brush your teeth, do your skincare routine, and dress you for bed.

Your body hurt, but the painkillers helped and Mingi carried you and did everything for you so you didn’t have to move around as much.

He sang you to sleep as well, something he rarely did.

As you drifted, halfway between sleep and consciousness, you felt him lean down to your ear and say, “I already told you not to leave me. I meant it. Don’t make me do this again.”

Wooyoung

The Incubus

I really don’t see a way for you to even attempt to escape from Wooyoung. He has demons guarding you and he uses his powers to keep track of you at all times. Not to mention, you can’t navigate Hell, only a demon can. This is a fact that both you and Wooyoung are well aware of.

If you managed an escape attempt, it would only be because Wooyoung was bored and he allowed it to happen. He might actually like you more if you did this. It’d give him something fun to do and an excuse to punish you and his punishments were his favorite thing in the world.

He’d tell his guards to let you slip past and watch you, amused, as you ran out of the house and past the gates. You didn’t last long, eventually too incredibly confused by the twists and turns of hell, too scared of the glowing eyes of unknown creatures that you could see lurking hungrily at you through the dense shrubbery.

Wooyoung was slightly impressed, though. It was longer than any human’s ever lasted and certainly longer than he expected of you.

But still, he waited. You had to know no one else was coming for you. You had to know that without his help, you’d die here. And it’d be a slow and painful death, much more so than any death on earth could be.

You had nowhere else to turn . . .

“Wooyoung!”

There it was.

Wooyoung grinned as he appeared before you in a flurry of black smoke, even more amused at the sight of you sobbing on your knees, hating the fact that you had to return to him but having no other choice.

He tsked disapprovingly, crouching down so he was eye-level with you, his finger slipping under your chin to bring your head up to look at him.

“Bad baby. Now I have to punish you.”

Wooyoung grunted as he thrust quickly into the demon, her loud screams of pleasure reverberating off the walls.

Her smirk was smug as she looked at you, chained in the corner and forced to watch him fuck her.

It was your usual punishment, except Wooyoung normally makes you watch him fuck three or four women (demon stamina was a hell of a thing). But he seemed to be more taken with this girl; they were on their third round and he hadn’t shown any sign of tiring out yet.

You didn’t know what that meant. Had they met before? Did he already like her? Was he . . . was he thinking about replacing you?

You tried to tell yourself that that didn’t matter, that it was something you would be happy about, but you couldn’t deny the lurch your stomach gave at the thought.

If Wooyoung found someone else, what would he do to you?

Would he throw you out? As much as you hated him and this horrible fucking place, you couldn’t ignore the fact that it was much safer here than out there with the other things that lurk in this realm.

And he definitely wouldn’t be nice enough to take you back home.

Would he kill you? There’s a chance it would be quickly but, knowing him, it would be long and drawn out.

Maybe it would be in your best interest not to piss him off, after all.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “So tight!”

His head was thrown back as the woman climbed on top of him, riding him quickly, his hands kneading her ass.

Through his haze of pleasure, he grinned as he read your thoughts. You were starting to question yourself, starting to wonder what was actually in your best interest, just as he wanted.

He became more vocal, making sure not to glance your way as he thrust into the woman and kissed her passionately, both of them groaning loudly as he came.

He could hear how their noises made you feel.

For now, you’d comply because it was best for your safety. But eventually, you’d actually believe you loved him.

“This could be you if you weren’t so mean, love,” he said, placing the woman on her back and thrusting into her once more, going back to ignoring you as he pounded into her, moaning as her legs locked around his waist and her nails dug into his back.

His ego was bigger than ever as he felt your fear amplify, scared he would replace and throw you away, terrified of what lurked outside these walls.

Yes, his plan was going lovely.

Jongho

The Overprotective Guard Dog

We need more Jongho GIFS

OK, I know this is going to be hella short because Jongho would not have a big reaction at all. If you simply wanted to break up, he would ask why. He’d ask what he could change for you two to stay together. He’d change accordingly. If you still wanted to break up, he would reluctantly let it happen and you two would continue to be friends.

If it was because you found out about him, then he would disappear, stalking you quietly from the sidelines without your knowledge.

In all scenarios, Jongho will continue stalking you, taking out threats and people that bother you from afar.

You think you’re rid of him, but you’re his god/ess and he’ll always be around to serve you, whether you know it or not.

The Asteroid Belt

Starlink Intergalactic Navigator

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