#i juts know she has alot of it

[starryinkart]

Hey so a bit of a possible crack theory:

So in the show, we’ve gotten three solver colors already, Red, which stands for Doll, Purple which stands for Uzi/Nori, Yellow which stands for the solver/CYN. But here’s something ALOT of people seemed to miss. After you rewatch the Season 1 trailer, you realize:

There’s a blue solver, most likely a blue solver holder. Hidden right before the infamous yellow of the solver we’ve come to know in the show.

If you watch the trailer, you also notice something else. Right before this symbol quickly shows up, we have a dialogue from N, running away from Uzi from the scene at the end of episode 2 and then him sitting in front of V being sad. But if you listen to that dialogue:

He says “We can’t be around the workers anymore V, we’re too dangerous…”

He eventually begins to hang around them again, but to me this line with the imagery is super important. We know from the most recent episode 7/8 teaser that N is the actual leader of the squad, most likely the strongest and most likely protected by CYN with her admin right before she was completely lost by the solver.

Through out the show, we see him confused at his own power at points, like in episode 4 when he shoots the arrow through another and catches them on fire, cracking the arrow board, proceeding to say:

“Did I do that?” All confused.

N obviously doesn’t know how powerful he is at all, but what if and hear me out, it’s not ONLY because he’s a Disassembly Drone?

We know that CYN blocked the solver from having access to him, V and J to most likely protect them from the fate the solver has for drones who are infected. She didn’t want the same thing happening to N, her brother, who she loved and his friends which he cared about and most likely she cared about before she was taken over completely.

But now, Uzi has unblocked them from being protected from the CYNs admin, which was presumably protecting the squad from the affects of possibly getting the solver, (under the assumption CYN was bad in general) by becoming their administrator. If Uzi is their admin, and she gets taken over by the solver in general, that means that her admin code basically becomes useless to protecting N and the others from being infected too. And remember Tessa found them in the dump and repaired them as well, like CYN so they have a high chance of contracting the solver since they were also disposed of incorrectly.

So here comes the point of this picture that was released as a teaser yesterday:

It’s N, looking down, whether at something or just on the verge of having a breakdown and losing it we are uncertain, but from the posture, the balled fists, he does NOT look okay at all.

The first thing yours eyes are drawn to are the building split in half in front of him, the exoplanets in the sky and N. But, on a more closer look, you see two things:

1. The snow flakes on the bottom left have a ominous blue tint to them, which should only happen if blue light is reflecting off of them…

2. If you didn’t notice on the first look, N has the same blue light, coming from right in front of him. Perhaps maybe the same color as this blue solver symbol we have yet to see with some weird lines and curves jutting out from the sides…

At first, I thought Khan would be the blue solver holder at the beginning of the series, being a surprise twist for him to have activated in him he was so afraid of due to him possibly seeing it with his wife Nori. Honestly while that would’ve been cool, episode 5 debunked this possibility, since Khan was flung out of the room by Doll when she was attempting to get the cyber bug from Uzi. Solver owners can’t effect other solver holders as proven from the series, it can only use items around them to throw or hurt them.

We haven’t seen N be affect by the solver once in the present time or in the flashback of episode 5.

Now I do know the merch video came out today, but it was stated in the video that

1. “It was totally not canonical to the series what so ever” which I HIGHLY doubt. Most of the merch and videos we have seen have been canon and it seems as though the characters have been pulled aside between episodes to “film” these fourth wall breaks.

2. The fact that the title of the video “N’s Final Form” and the thumbnail are most likely not just a joke. Notice his acrylic stand teaser from V’s acrylic stand released recently:

When I first saw this, it looked SUPER weird. Me and my significant other said it looked like N and we thought the two things in the foreground of his body were his wings, meaning he was looking away from the viewer of the stand.

But then we looked closer and I started looking at my King Solver N design you can find in the murder drones link in my FAQ and we drew a more accurate picture of what we were seeing. N was not looking away from the viewer, all the characters are looking at us, and it would be weird to have N be different. So this is what we came up with:

W stands for his wings, T stands for where his tail is, L stands for his legs, F stands for his face and H stands for his hands.

His hands look a-little weird don’t they?

Remember this:

It was mentioned some where on Tumblr that this looks similar to the cocoon that Uzi broke out of in Episode 4 when she transformed into her solver form only N is being dragged in. This is obviously a biomechanical phenomenon of the solver. But why is he being dragged in?

To have his “final transformation” , a “final form” you may say?

The only thing is, after Uzis transformation, is when the solver really started to gain power over her, taking control of her as seen in Episode 4 and recently in Episode 6. As soon as she became biomechanical, the solver gained more control over her.

(Edit: sO this cocoon theory was wrong, but his emotions can still spill over and cause this!!! So its not fully wrong yet!)

Now think of the scene above and what happened to Uzi in Episode 4, but with N. N gets dragged into this cocoon, fighting but not able to escape, while Uzi is fighting inside her mind with the real solver, posing as CYN in the mansion as Uzi is trying not to lose her mind. While she’s stuck, N has his transformation, now not able to be protected by CYNs administration since Uzi is now the administrator of him and V, so he undergoes the transition, the solver not having much to fight against converting him to a biomechanical creature like Uzi. This gives it more power over N, and gives it a chance to take advantage of the situation to bury itself into N’s code, making his solver string: true. Now N has the same thing inside him that has possibly taken everything from him.

After this, he either gets possessed fully and goes on a rampage or the possession is slow, painful after he manages to escape the cocoon and get to the surface. Either by this point Uzi is still fighting in her head and N thinks she’s fully gone or dead OR she has successfully fought the solver and is looking for N. All his repressed emotions, everything that has happened, everything he’s lost…it’s all become too much. He snaps, lashing out on whatever is in front of him, this being the building we see in half in the teaser from yesterday. Before he can stop himself, he angrily swings toward the building, but instead of a sword, his gun or his claws coming out, there is this fleshy, gross growth that emerges, a blue solver symbol appearing in front of him and shooting towards the building, snapping it in half like a toothpick.

There is a moment of either him stopping in pure panic due to this OR his panic, sadness and fear turns into full on anger, him not able to repress anything anymore, taking a turn into a full on uncontrollable breakdown. The reason he had to repress his emotions for all this time, for fear of lashing out and hurting the ones he cares for. But now, as far as he knows, no one is left to care for. After all in the merch teaser today Uzi said really sarcastically:

“You’re meant to be better than us! Don’t become swallowed by the darkness/animal based merchandise (murders) like I have!”

And

“HIS EMOTIONS… CAN NOT BE CONTAINED!”

(which can be very much true)

This could end in either him being used by the solver as a host or Uzi coming back to help him and in turn as he said in the teaser:

“Okay I’m back! I’m better and it’s even deeper down now….haha! “ (basically his repressed emotions being repressed further for an even worst breakdown in a season 2)

That’s one turn it could take, but another could he that when he stops from pure panic due to what he’s become, similar to Uzi, and in the merch trailer today, and realizes he can use his newfound powers to save the ones he loves that are either left alive or find another way to fix what has happened.

(Someone mentioned on here that N’s solver powers could be similar to Time-travel to places he’s been to in the past, (like Dolls in teleportation to only places she has seen and Uzi doesn’t really have one yet, she’s not that far along in development of her solver) to go back and correct what mistakes he has made, fixing the timeline and THAT would be super cool if he does think he has lost everything or really has. If it ever find it on here again, I will tag it.)

Sorry this was SO LONG, but basically, N will have the blue solver due to the final two episodes and he will get a transformation like Uzis, having him grasp the thing that has basically ruined his life several times over being apart of him now, having to use it to save his loved ones. All the while not having a mental breakdown or angry blowup and losing control of his powers. So basically affecting the story and his choices greatly.

[starrclownshazbinblog]

I was sitting in a box when I realized something. I've given you guys GENERAL facts about my Hazbin Rewrite, but have I given you STRICTLY angst facts? Sad depressing facts about these characters? I have not. Good thing I have angst to spare.

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Angsty, Sad facts about my rewrite for Character purposes, general information, or because I want your day to be a little worse than it was.

TRIGGERWARNING: DEATH, RACISM, SEXUAL ASSULT, GROSS TOPICS IN GENERAL. PLEASE BE WARNED!!

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Angel's wife died in child birth. She wasn't a main priority condensending she's a POC like Angel. The baby managed to survive but Angel developed depression after that instance.

Nifty's parents were never able to have a proper funeral for their daughter. When Nifty was pushed into the fire, her husband's mistress ran out of the home, leaving Nifty's body burning. She was so unrecognizable and burnt that he parents couldn't have a funeral. (I kinda just spoiled why Nifty's in hell didn't I?)

Arakaniss was the one to mess up Angel's eye. Angel holds some resentment over this but not as much as he rightfully should. Arakaniss still makes himself suffer for it.

Angel almost killed Alastor when they fought. He's the reason Alastor has that scar at the base of his neck.

Valentino gets... handsy with Vox, even more when he's drunk. It's never gotten super far but he's definitely had to be pushed off. Vox refuses to call himself a victim. (He is.)

Angel has alot internalized homophobia. Like alot.

Valerie's crack on her head is from her ex boyfriend smashing her head into the counter, affectively killing her.

Valerie's parents are kinda homophobic. Not viciously homophobic, juts passively homophobic. Valerie ended up in a relationship with a man even though she's a lesbian because she didn't want her family to disown her.

Lucifer kicked Charlie out and claimed to disown her. Lilith was the one to gift Charlie the Hotel so she could achieve her dream.

Cherrie Bomb was absolutely terrified when she showed up in Hell. This terror and confusion lead to her almost being murdered by a exterminator. Good thing Angel was there.

Cherrie was heavily abused and neglected by her parents growing up.

Angel kinda lost himself after his daughter died.

Madame Pentious was harassed and fun of when she was alive for being "ugly." She's never really been treated well.

Husk is someone who is passively suicidal. He isn't going out of his way to off himself in his afterlife but if Alastor snaps or a exterminator happens to catch him then he won't do much to fight back.

Cherrie actually gets really upset she can't hear well.

Valerie will do anything and everything to make sure Charlie is happy. Valerie has been treated so bad that she thinks "I'm nothing without you. I have to do everything right cause what am I without you."

Arakaniss and Molly we're the one to find Angel's body. They died shortly after him. They don't like to talk about it.

Husk will let you treat him like a punching bag.

Nifty has undiagnosed Adhd. She also doesn't know she has Adhd. This leads her to breaking down at times because she doesn't understand what's wrong with her and why she can't just be normal.

Alastor's parents died extremely young. Being a orphaned black child that inspired to be in a white dominated job lead to much harrasment and troubles. Over coming this harasment and being successful is one of Alastor's greatest achievements. This is where his ego stems from.

Angel, Alastor, Nifty, Valerie, Arakaniss, Molly and Velvette have all been harassed for their race.

Angel used to be like Cherrie in the worst way. Arackaniss is really bad at showing his love and appreciation so this lead to unintentional harshness he showed on Angel. Angel strived for YEARS to make Arakaniss proud. Cherrie is like this currently. Angel is trying to change this mindset because he knows how exhausting it is.

Husk was abused by alot of people in his life.

Husk being transgender has caused him problems when it comes to dating. Men see him as a woman, Woman see him as a woman. Sexual relationships are even worse.

Valerie used to self harm alot. She still has these scars on her arms. (Charlie tries to put bandaids on them not understanding that she's not actually in pain.)

Angel isn't someone who relies on drugs. He's more of a passive drug addict. He only resorts to drugs when things get tough or if he's in his own head to long. This developed after the death of his wife but got worse when his daughter died.

Isabella, Angel's daughter, died even younger than Nifty. She was somewhere in her teens. She's not in hell. She's all alone in heaven.

Henroin (Angel's dad), died before Isabella. He doesn't know how Isabella died or when she died.

Henroin, Arackaniss, and Molly don't actually know where Angel is. A Lil bit of a lore dump: After Angel became a overlord, he doesn't go out barely at all. He doesn't go to meetings ND he doesn't show his face. He only goes out for personal meetings or when he needs too. Most people don't know who he is or what he looks like, like the spider family. The spider family also keeps a low profile considering they are a actual mafia. Both sides are actively looking for wach other.

Henroin doesn't know Arackaniss is the one that messed up Angel's eye, Angel never told him.

I have more but I feel like this is enough. Why I decide to write these I don't know, just felt like I needed to take these characters and be them down emotionally.

Asks are always open, art is always here, have a good time :)

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

[jacenotjason]

So I copied this from when I told crossieCus it’s a lot

robert lives with radford with their little sister. their parents were complete deadbeats, and they almost lost the House MULTIPLE times. radford was the only one keeping him afloat with his job and it was barely doing it for them, so once radford got the money to move out he immediately took his siblings with him and barely won the court fight that LET him keep them. he's so scared of losing his job and his siblings that he yelled at his co-worker about getting in trouble because if he loses this job his family is fucking done for. and so, he's constantly tired and once he gets home he usually juts goes right to his room to try and get some sleep. Robert on the other hand KNOWS how much radford struggles and does his best to help. he's stolen food for them before when he heard radford talking to kevin over the phone about how he wont be able to cover rent this month and get enough food for them. robert makes dinner almost e very night for his sister, and takes care of her when shes sick. he got so upset during halloween (TT) because he just wanted her to be happy and for her to be able to ENJOY halloween for once because she cant go out alot because of her weak immune system and she always got left out. robert looks so tired and when his friends ask whats wrong he doesnttell them because he doesnt want anyone to worry about him. he is so full of love for his friends and family but he's in pain. he can't be like his dad, he refuses to be like his dad. he HAS to be useful.

JESUS CHRIST

I WAS EXPECTING SILLY THINGS but yknow what I love that

Ive always carried the headcanon that Radford is their guardian, I never had a reason I just... liked it. But Jesus christ I love that idea so much more.

[crossover-enthusiast]

okay so. robert lives with radford with their little sister. their parents were complete deadbeats, and they almost lost the House MULTIPLE times. radford was the only one keeping him afloat with his job and it was barely doing it for them, so once radford got the money to move out he immediately took his siblings with him and barely won the court fight that LET him keep them. he's so scared of losing his job and his siblings that he yelled at his co-worker about getting in trouble because if he loses this job his family is fucking done for. and so, he's constantly tired and once he gets home he usually juts goes right to his room to try and get some sleep. Robert on the other hand KNOWS how much radford struggles and does his best to help. he's stolen food for them before when he heard radford talking to kevin over the phone about how he wont be able to cover rent this month and get enough food for them. robert makes dinner almost e very night for his sister, and takes care of her when shes sick. he got so upset during halloween (TT) because he just wanted her to be happy and for her to be able to ENJOY halloween for once because she cant go out alot because of her weak immune system and she always got left out. robert looks so tired and when his friends ask whats wrong he doesnttell them because he doesnt want anyone to worry about him. he is so full of love for his friends and family but he's in pain. he can't be like his dad, he refuses to be like his dad. he HAS to be useful. sorry theres so many misspellings in that but. JHGFGHJKL

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Oh my god this just. AAAA-

ROBERT MY POOR LITTLE GUY 🥺🥺🥺

He cares for others so much but he doesn't let others care for him!!! That hits home honestly I want to hug him so bad and tell him it's okay!

And Radford too! He just wants his siblings to be okay but he was forced to take on so much responsibility so young

[wait----------what]

Idk about anyone else but something I think would be really cool would be that, if batdr got an update or somethin, that we could find some of the golden ink messages which me n alot of others assume are from henry

Like I kinda miss his more sarcastic comments throughout even if he dosent really say much in game

Mabey they could be a guide to audrey? Like she's jut been plopped into a world so cruel n twisted with the only friendly face she sees disappears leavin her more questions than answers, imagine if at some point along the road (mabey after finding the first power up) she could see what was written there?

Like it might make her a tiny bit op but with everything she's got ,ya know, goin on i think it could work

Plus imagine, after following along with this helpful snark for so long that she comes to a message thats half finished. From then on there aren't any or are less of them until we get to the cycle breakers room. In there, when she opens up Henry's cell she sees it absolutely everywhere. Like, its just covers the floors the walls anywhere within reach

I kinda feel like it'd give her just as much of a connection to him as the player has. She might not know everything about the place but seeing the creator of the scribbles that had kept her spirits up would make her trusting him (and mabey by extension doubting wilson even just a lil bit cause come on he is a walking red flag)

Like I know the picture henry drew for joey is at her work space, like she has connection to both of them whether she knows it or not ( I've got a small headcannon that the reason joey wanted a kid was cause he was jealous of what Henry had n, cause he was such a miserable fuck, no one wanted to have a kid with him so he made his own (I still think the kid at the end of batim was Henry's n thats the soul that was used to make Audrey))

The connection's there for the player but id like it if it were there for her too, cause why would she keep it? She doesn't remember anything about her childhood so why would she care about the picture?

. . .I might turn this into a fic actually

[zekeluvr]

i,, i’m going through an eren brainrot rn and i was hoping if i could request a sub n very needy eren x f!reader. something along the lines of him pissing off the reader and she teases him to the max and eren’s just begginggg ; and then reader gets herself off without letting him release and he’s just cryinG AGGHHABA I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE <//3 ty have a nice day ≧ω≦

oh lord................................... i have to....................... think alot oh god,,, also college au bc head empty <333

vvv nsfw under the cut vvv

today has been so fucking stressful for you. class has not been treating you well and your asshole of a boyfriend has been acting more like an asshole than usual. you loved him, of course you did, but god did you wish he would shut his fucking mouth sometimes.

you often confided in your dorm-mate, ymir for advice, causing her to just laugh and nudge you with a: “sorry can’t relate, my girlfriend is basically an angel on earth.” to which you respond with a snicker and nudge her back.

you often wished you had what historia and ymir had between them with eren but he had a weird charm that had you fall for him in the first place. 

you had a free period sandwiched between two lessons of english literature. so, instead of going back to your dorm for a nap or to the nearest starbucks, you spent it in the library with a classmate of yours. she was quite standoffish when you first met her. a short blond who intimidated nearly everyone around her. 

you were one of the few lucky ones who were able to get close to her. the other two being a jock and his sidekick but more into that later. 

sighing as your phone buzzed against the wooden table, you saw the multiple notifications from eren pop up on screen. your eye twitched as you tried focusing on studying and annie let out a small chuckle at your reaction. 

“problem in paradise?” she mused, watching as you tensed for a second before letting out a deep breath.

“man, i don’t know.  i love eren but-” you were about to go on until annie kicked you under the desk, jutting her head towards the right. you furrowed your brows, looking behind you to see your boyfriend enter with his two friends.

“speak of the devil.”

“y/n.” eren smirked, taking a chair and spinning it around, sitting down with his legs on either side. his arms rested on the top of the back of the wooden chair. “whatcha doin’” his head cocked to the side to look at you, like a lost puppy.

his hair was slowly falling out of his bun, causing small strands to frame his face. you would be lying if you said he didn’t look ethereal.

“im studying, jaeger.” you let out, running a yellow highlighter along a few keywords, keeping your eyes on your textbook.

eren rolled his eyes in response, peering over the chair to take a look at your various notes before snorting. “fuckin’ nerd.” 

you threw a look over at him. could he not take anything seriously? “don’t you guys have somewhere to be maybe? like i don’t know, catching up with professor erwin?” annie spoke up, causing all of you to have a moment of shock. armin nodded, agreeing with her, tugging on eren’s hood.

“they’re trying to study, c’mon don’t bother them.”

mikasa was silent, giving you an apologising smile. 

“bother my own girlfriend? more likely than you think, but yeah, my brother will be on my ass if i miss another fucking meeting.” he sighs, giving you a playful two finger salute before rushing off with the other two. you slumped into your chair.

“sorry annie-” 

“just teach him a lesson or something, if you catch my drift.” she mumbles quickly, collecting her stuff. you look at her in surprise.

“what?” she snickers at your reaction, “im not a fucking virgin. time for class.” she mentions, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“good idea..” you mumble to yourself as she walks off, leaving you to your own thoughts. 

good idea indeed. 

and eren gave you just the perfect opportunity. he burst in with no knock, no indication he was coming over, nothing. 

ymir was spending the night at historia’s so you didn’t have to worry about that. 

“eren what the fuck have i told you about coming in unannounced? ymir could’ve been i dont know, getting it on with historia for all you know.” you looked over at him, smiling internally at how he remembered to take his shoes off before joining you on your bed. you were not about to have his dirty ass shoes on your clean bed.

“sorry but to be fair i did see ymir walk into historia’s dorm so i knew you were alone.” he steals your soda to take a sip of it before placing it back on the bedside table. 

annie’s words echoed in your head, causing you to jump into action. 

you threw yourself over him, straddling his waist as he straightened up, excitement flashing in his eyes at where the night was leading. your threw your arms over his shoulders, shuffling so that you purposefully pressed onto his bulge through his jeans. 

he moved forward to catch your lips but you ducked your head, kissing down his cheek and jaw, running your tongue along the skin. your continued down, relishing in the way his hips jutted up once you pressed your lips to that one spot on his neck. you bit and sucked, marking him as yours. 

eren’s hands rested at your hips, his fingers digging into your thin tank top. 

you spot ymir’s tie on the floor. perfect.

you climb off of him, a quizzical look painting his face as you picked it up along with one of your (clean) socks. the brunet seemed to put two and two together.

“ohhh is that what we’re doing huh baby?” he threw his jacket off along with his shirt, expecting you to stare. however, he got the opposite. you ignored his movements, simply binding his hands to the bed and the using the (CLEAN!!!) sock as a makeshift ballgag. 

you were impressed with yourself. taking your phone out to take a quick picture before tossing it away and getting to work.

“you’ve been such a bitch boy for the past few days. why?” you questioned him, enjoying how he struggled to form words with the cloth in his mouth.

“is it because you haven’t got your dick wet in a while? is that it?” you tease, slipping your clothes off, leaving you in your underwear and bra. his eyes trailed your form, every curve and beauty mark. he flicked his eyes from you to his pants, which had a much evident tent in them now. 

you gave a little bit of mercy, pulling his jeans off and dragging a palm over his boxers where his cock had already leaked with precum. after a few teasing presses, you give him the relief of taking off his boxers.

you took his dick in your hands, pumping it a few times. you swiped your tongue along the tip, causing him to shudder under you. you stepped out of your panties, letting them drop to the floor. his eyes took notice of your arousal dripping down your thighs. your finger toyed with your clit, spreading your legs for him to see, his cock twitching when you shoved a finger into your cunt. 

eren wanted nothing more than to shove his face between your thighs right now. to lap and lick at your juices as you moaned his name. he tugged at the binding, brows furrowing as his cock begged for attention. 

you giggled at his neediness, crawling over to him and hovering over his length before fulling sitting down on him. drool split out of his mouth, causing the cloth ti go damp. a dull moan escaping his throat.

you were so hot and tight around him and he couldn’t help but buck his hips upwards into yours. though he easily hit into your sensitive spot.

“holy fuck, you’re so fucking big fuck.” you cursed, lifting yourself before slamming down onto him, causing him to throw his head back at the feeling. the lewd sound of skin on skin echoed throughout your room and whoever walked past would definitely know what was going on. 

you continue fucking yourself on his cock, using your fingers to pinch at your clit. the sight alone could’ve made eren cum in you but it was nothing compared to how you creamed around him, your walls pulsing around him. he was literally about to fall off the edge, before you pulled off of him. his cock falling limp as a tiny drop of cum dribbled out of him. 

“wha fe hell!” he yelled through the fabric. you pulled the sock in his mouth down, letting him talk freely.

“please y/n! i want to cum! please let me cum!” eren begged, tugging on the bindings harder. “please fuck- i just wanna feel your pretty pussy please.” he pressed on further, causing the corners of your lips to curl up into a teasing smile. his eyes were glassy, tears falling with a single blink. long brown hair sticking to his damp forehead, messy on the pillow under his head. 

“sorry baby..” you threw on a hoodie, your panties and some shorts after cleaning yourself up. 

“maybe if you weren’t such a little bitchy boy, i would’ve let you cum.” you slid his boxers and jeans back on for him, zipping him up.

“now, you stay here, im gonna get us some pizza, yeah?” you pulled his hair into a bun and loosened the tie around his wrists slightly. 

you’ll untie them completely later, but for now, you wanted to have your fun. 

[shhhlikeme]

Ok! So tanaka, kageyama, tusukishima, and asahi are all pretty scary boys at first glance. So I was wondering how they would react to a new 2nd year manager not being fazed by them at all (maybe she has alot of older brothers or something) and calling them cute. Love you writing. I didn't see a character limit so if this is to many feel free to cut some 😘😘

Thank you!!!! I loved this one it was so fun to write so please request again :) Hope you enjoy it 🧝🏾‍♀️😘

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“Scary” Karasuno Volleyball Boys Meet Their Maker!

Tsukishima | Asahi | Kageyama | Tanaka x Reader

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You and Kiyoko used to be friends in elementary school because her mom and both of your dads were in the military so you’d often be the only two young kids at events and ceremonies

She would only come sometimes but you would be an active member of your dads military boot camp year after year, and seeing Kiyoko, another girl sometimes was always awesome

The two of you became pretty good acquaintances and one summer at boot camp she would occasionally show you the ropes when you said you were interested in joining the 200m hurdle

While you two weren’t close, you followed eachother on all social media platforms and would sweetly comment “😍😍😍” on eachother’s posts

When she got injured you made sure to send her a text of endearment and she thanked you

Y’all were those type of friends

So that’s why you weren’t too surprised when you received a text from her while painting your nails one night in your room

Kiyoko had kindly asked you if you could take over her duties as Karasuno’s volleyball manager while she left to Greece with her family tomorrow for a wedding

She would be gone for 2 weeks and apparently the girl she had gotten too replace her just backed out completely at the last minute

You thought about it, realizing you had nothing to do other than train your team of female spartan racers, before replying ‘sure! 🤷🏾‍♀️’ and asked her what you needed to do

Kiyoko prepared you to the best of her ability, sending you a long scrolling text of the job. She said that although she wouldn’t be able to introduce you, the the boys are super kind even though they can get a little rowdy

A little nervous but wanting to help nonetheless, you agreed and confirmed the favour once again

The next day the boys had a practice and you had a little bit of difficulty finding their gym. You had gone to the girls vball team gym first and the captain pointed you in the right direction

When you approached what must be boys’ gym from outdoors you saw a blonde girl about your size scarily jutting around the outside of the gym like she was being stalked for murder

She was clutching a bag tightly

You guessed that maybe this wasn’t the gym, but you could have sworn this is where that team captain told you to go

You held your ground a few feet away because she was obviously terrified and you didn’t want to scare her more than she already was. You could hear her mumbling under her breath things like ‘they’re going to kill me’ ‘I’m too little to die’ ‘so strong, so tall. So very tall.’ ‘Attack on Titan is me. I am attack on Titan. I am MARCO!’

Who is Marco.....? You questioned in your mind.

Your military senses peaked as you changed modes to enemy approaching preparation.

You didn’t know you had these senses, but your dads would be so proud

The petite blonde was twitching and fiddling her hands while her eyes darted around.

She also had been so wrapped up in her terror to notice you there watching her. Seeing a cute mini side ponytail in her short blonde hair reminded you of a toddler’s hairstyle and you immediately felt the need to protect her. Your dads had taught you as much, and your years of self-defence class and borderline military training by copying the guys at your dads camps had built you quite the esteem. You knew immediately that you were going to save her.

“Excuse me?”

“AH!” The girl screamed and jumped 4 feet in the air when you spoke. You held your hands up in surrender, though you remained on guard for her pursuer.

“Hey, hey! I really didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

With bugged eyes, the girl explained to you that she had been studying in the gym by herself when she heard a bunch of gang men approach. According to her they were huge, threatening and super scary so she scrambled for cover but when she tried running through the door she had bumped into their leader who had a bunch of piecings, a rockstar dye-job who was smoking a cigarette. Before he could beat her up for crashing into him she picked up her bag and and ran away. Come to find out she had taken his bag by mistake because it was the same colour and size and she didn’t mean to! Now she is being hunted down by the leader’s big scary hunchmen who will literally pummel her when they find her! They’ve been calling after her saying threats like ‘We just want the bag, we promise not to hurt you’ but she’s heard that in scary movies and apparently that’s what they want her to think before they hurt her!!!

Before the girl (who you were able to get her to introduce herself as Yachi from class 1-5) fainted induced by anxiety, you stopped her.

You were pissed. How could big tall men be okay with trying to hurt a sweet first year girl like this?!

The world was evil.

She couldn’t be much smaller than you, but she had no where near your combat expertise.

You held your hand out for Yachi to hand you the bag.

She handed it over with trembling hands

“Where did you last see them?” You demanded just like your dads would have.

Yachi immediately freaked out, claiming that you’re just as small as her and they would crunch you like a potato chip!

Slightly insulted, you managed to give her a sweet smile and ask again.

She pointed in the direction of the outdoor vending machines near the gym.

“I’ll get your bag Yachi don’t worry. Do you want to wait here for me or do you feel safe coming with? It would be great if you were able to actually point them out, because there are a lot of boys here by the school not to mention I can better protect you when you’re close by.”

Yachi gave you a look as if she was seeing the stars for the first time. She was in complete awe of you because you emitted a mass amount of strength.

The energy around you was comparable to that of a decorated military Five Star General who had just been challenged to a game of laser tag.

Seeing Yachi visibly gulp, she agreed to come with you because chances are she’d be able to call for help louder than you and she held onto your arm as you walked.

She hid behind your shoulder, afraid

Looking around, you spotted a group of 4 large guys in the distance by the vending machine— just like Yachi pointed out

Without your glasses on, you couldn’t make them out very well from this distance

Yachi almost squeezed a bruise into your arm which confirmed that was indeed the guys that were awaiting her decease, she said

There was a tall one with dark hair that had a permanent scowl on is face who was staring at the vending machines options like a psycho. The smallest one (who was still very tall) looked tough—must be the braun because he had quite the biceps and his hair was shaven like the boys in your dad’s training camps. One of them looked like a grown man with a man bun that really should be signing off on big stock deals or something. The giant one was blonde with glasses but he appeared to be the verbal slicer—since you could see his mouth mumble something to the military looking one, who flinched like he had been physically stabbed through the chest.

You had to admit, you could see why Yachi was scared of them...a little

Straightening your shoulders so to seem a little bit taller, you took a deep breath and stalked towards these bullies

You were ready to give them a piece and a half of your mind

You would rip them a new one like they deserved

And if it got physical, you were more than equipped to handle them due to your years of training

As you approached, the boys noticed the bag you held and their eyes lit up like they’d just been saved

They started toward you making Yachi gasp.

You cracked your knuckles in preparation

But... when you got closer to them enough to make out their faces, something Kiyoko explained to you got thrown to the forefront of your memory..... and then you realized.

Wait a second.....

“There you are, uhh... small person. You took our coaches bag!” Exclaimed the one with defined biceps.

The small blonde girl behind you let out a shriek and tried to book it. You held onto her arm now as she screamed bloody murder, begging the 4 boys not to kill her because she had a single mother at home who needed her. The boys tried to explain their reasoning over her screams which only made things more chaotic! You gave the four boys a look of death to shut up and they did.

You patiently waited for toddler girl to chill.

“Uh Yachi??”

“Y-y-y-ye-ye-yes?”

“You said these were the assailants you were running away from?”

“Mhm. Don’t look them in the eye!” She shut hers tightly.

You smirked, officially letting your guard down. Now you remembered everything Kiyoko sent you in that text, including who-was-who on the team, what they looked like, and what each player specifically needed managerial-wise.

“Is it Tanner? No, Tanaka from my year, Asahi 3rd......and those two—- Tsukishima Kei and Kageyama Tobio, right? They are in your year..... they’re all Karasuno volleyball players.”

Yachi looked dumbfounded.

“Volleyball players...........................of doom?”

You shook your head, cupping Yachi’s shaking hands in yours. You gave this girl who reminded you of a toddler the kindest smile you could muster.

“I’ve never officially met these guys but Kiyoko has told me lots about them. I do see them bickering in the hallways a lot though, and it’s adorable. They are totally and completely harmless.”

“Harmless?” Yachi repeated you as if she’d never heard the word before.

“Well, I wouldn’t say it in such a de-masculine manner......” Tsukishima deadpanned, irritated by the fact that you spoke of them like they had the strength of a group of newborn goldfish.

Tanaka felt the same way. He mumbled “We do harm on the court! And just because you’re a pretty girl doesn’t mean you can say that we aren’t tough—“

Tsukki told him to shut up before he scared the toddler girl again.

Kageyama drank his little milk carton, barely listening to the commotion as Asahi, silent in the back, was about to start bawling. He was just so happy to be called harmless instead of monster by someone so much smaller than him his heart was going to explode 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Luv him

“Yep! Harmless.” You chirped, eyes twinkling at Yachi. You reassured her some more. “Total softies. You have nothing to worry about! Kiyoko told me that once on the bus ride home from a game she played a movie on the bus......and in the end Kiyoko counted all of them crying to the wedding scene in Princess and the Frog.”

“Hey now—“ Tanaka yelled, red in the face from anger but mostly humiliation. You looked over at the boys and noticed they were all pretty red. Tsuki had actually turned away to totally hide his face, starting toward the gym without so much as a goodbye.

“Brat.” He muttered. The boys followed with their tails between their legs.

“See? They couldn’t even deny it.” You smiled at Yachi. She visibly calmed down. “They’re just a bunch of cute little crows😊.”

Tsukki has returned with a scowl that didn’t scare either of you this time. He held out his hand expectantly.

“May we have our coach’s bag back, now? I trust you two can find your way back to Snow White the other 5 dwarves in one piece, correct?”

Ouch. You winced at his short person joke. Wow, Kiyoko was right about Kei’s stinging verbal jabs.

But Psh. You were a black belt. You could handle military men. You could even beat some of them in an arm-wrestle sometimes.

So you definitely weren’t afraid of any volleyball boys, no matter how badly this cute tall one’s jabs stung.

You smiled at Tsuki who didn’t return it in the slightest. You moved to hold out the bag in front of you for him to take, but low enough so he’d have to lean down to retrieve it.

When he went to grab the bag, you expertly maneuvered it out of his grasp before taking his cheek between your fingers in a tight squeeze. So gullible, this one. You had him trapped, just like you would a toddler.

“I’ll bring it to coach Ukai myself cutie patootie.” You gave him a sickeningly sweet smile. He stared at you with surprised eyes before you continued. “After all, we’ll be getting to know each other pretty well as temp-manager and coach. Don’t you think?” The King of Passive Aggression’s eyes widened in shock behind his adorable glasses. You released his cheek from your grasp.

“Now get in the gym, soldier. You can introduce me to the rest of the team’s cuties and tell them that Karasuno’s new babysitter is here!”

[thesharondefenseleague]

mlm imo werent sexualized to the degree that wlw were in most canon media mostly because of the male gaze. Gay and Lesbian relationships or moments got very limited representation. One was probably more sympathetic but also heart breaking like say brokeback mountain. One was explicit but depicted as grotesque or twisted or perverted or immoral in some way. And the last version was the titillating version. In western media because of the assumed straight male gaze lesbians making out to titlate guys was a common thing like say in Jennifer's body. The equivalent of that with guys wasnt really that common not in western media. Not that wlw couldn't like that content but it was made to be fanservice for men .

So thats what I kind of mean by wlw were sexualized at least in western media. This equivalent with mlm in fandom never really existed they never made out for girls to find hot in the same way. It was never marketed like oh look hot guys making out. Fandom did that but not canon.

As for comic book men being sexualized kind of. There is definitely the unrealistic beauty standards but theres that debate of was it for the purpose of titillating women? Or a result of toxic masculinity putting this unattainable unsustainable goal for men. Maybe both? But both in comics and the movies they are based on the posing and clothing and moments with women get made to clearly sexualize them . It especially ovbious with comics with them twisting their bodies so their boobs and butts are jutting out. Or like movie moments like Bruce landing in Natasha's clevage. Or angles where you are staring down a female character's shirt or she has a boob window for some contrived reason. Or just reasons to give full page spreads of them in skimpy clothing.

Its rare men get depicted like this or posed like this. And when they do it often stands out because its not the norm. It's something unique. Not true with men. Even in form fitting spandex they are often posed and framed to make to make them look powerful or intelligent or to reveal things about their character.

Again not that men never get sexualized or that fanservice is always bad. Or that its not a concern that men are having these terrible body image issues. But just that for women for the sexualization its so pervasive and constant was my point.

Its just as bad in wlw in canon as it is for women in relationships with men in canon when it comes to that sexualization but i hear so much more about the problems about the wlw ship than the mlw ship. Like to use DC as a example i hear so much about how people sexualized or mishandle harleyivy but compared to that i hear very little about batcat in comparison even though Catwoman is often just as sexualized in that ship.

As for misogyny in shipping wars yes it definetly exists and is a problem as is racism and homophobia. But my issue is mostly that the problem isnt because the main popular ships are mlm. But so often I see the argument framed that way.

Like shipping wars existed between m/w ships and still do today. And they are still often pretty misogynistic towards the woman in the other ship. I don't even have to look at other fandoms I remember Steggy vs Starton getting real ugly.

Mysogny in fandom doesn't uniquely pop up when mlm are the more popular ship. Its often just as bad in fandoms where m/w is the popular ship. But people just bring it up alot more they make it bout valuing the men over the women .

Well i mean that goes both ways you could say its homophobic for valuing the straight ship as better than the gay one or liking it more. But either way its stupid they dont care bout sexism or homophobia only that their ship is more popular.

Thats the sentiment of all ship wars the gender dynamics and racial make up change nothing. Nothing except the bullshit you use for the ship war.

The problem is that people are being homophobic and mysogynistic and racist not just in regards to fictional characters but towards real people just to win a ship war. It comes out so easily. Thats the problem imo.

Mysogny for example i think isnt discussed as much when its a m/w vs m/w ship war or drama because as both ships have women it can't be used to slander the other ship. But when its drama between fans of a m/m and m/w it comes out alot again not because anyone really cares but because now because one ship lacks a woman it can be used as fodder for what people actually care about. Tearing down the other ship.

Again not that mlm fandom doesnt have mysogny. They definetly do. But they aren't mysogynistic because they ship two guys together. Thats not proof they hate women. Having a ship with women isnt proof that you aren't sexist towards women. There might be homophobia in fandoms of mlm ships and mysogny in fandoms of m/w ships.

But in the drama between a m/w and m/m ships that doesn't get brought up because no one cares if that problem can't be used to show that someone only doesn't ship your ship if they are bigoted against it. Who cares about misogyny if your ship is two guys? Who cares about homophobia if your ship is straight?

No one because they cared about the popularity of their ship not the actual issues.

Gonna under under the cut for length again.

This is a lot to read so I'm gonna respond paragraph by paragraph and hope for the best in terms of comprehension.

When it comes to media made about the LGBTQ+ community, you have to keep in mind when it was made, who made it, and who was it made for. And that it's been shown that straight women have had the same reactions to mlm content as straight men to wlw content. QaF was dumbfounded to find that the majority of their audience was straight women when the show's sex scenes were 95% between two or more men and yet that's what they ran with because hey, it got the views. The views of mlm and wlw content in the mainstream media before then was minimized, despite how fucked a lot of the other content could be. If by "most canon media" being directed at the male gaze being summer blockbusters, and more specifically comic book movies, then sure. If we step out of that box, then not really. The film examples you chose are interesting because BB is portrayed exactly how the author of the original short story wrote it which was meant to be heartbreaking since it was a tragic dramatic piece while JB has a woman who wrote and another woman who directed it while purposefully trying to allow to actress to have a level of sexuality without exploiting her as past directors have (also neither of the main characters are lesbians - one is bi, the other I think is straight but maybe questioning?).

The sexualization of wlw in modern western media is definitely a thing. I mean, the first Iron Man film has stewardesses on the private jet pole dancing if I remember correctly. It took until 2016 to stop sexualizing Scarlett in every movie: the changing scene in IM2, the lowered zipper in A1, the ass shot in Cap 2, the boob faceplant in AoU (in your third paragraph, but mentioning it here anyway). It's a joke that you know when a man directs a wlw indie film during the sex scenes. But the mlm equivalent did exist alongside it, and it's what kicked off the century.

Comics and their movies were always for men. The male bodies are male wish fulfilment for their physical appearance. The women are male wish fulfilment for their dream girls. Funnily enough, one of the least sexualized women in comics I've ever read is Sharon. She's rarely, if ever, drawn to be sexualized for the audience. I'm not even sure she's even been in those swimsuit issues Marvel did years ago. And it shows heavily that Marvel struggles to know how to appeal to women without being aggressively in your face about it. The best example of them appealing without pandering is WV, and the worst is the group shots the Russos did in IW and Endgame, especially the latter.

But the men get those poses in the movies too. Thor bathed shirtless for no reason in TDW. There's a scene in Endgame dedicated to talking about Steve's ass. Pratt in GotG. Rudd in Ant-Man. Most actors are expected to look good shirtless and put themselves through intense shit to look that way. So do the women, but they aren't doing it to have the glamor shots of their muscles. And the MCU is not the only film franchise like this. Most, if not all, franchises with majority or entirely male leads expects them all to look like bodybuilders. And I'm gonna take back that it's just for the male audience, because these bodies are meant to appeal to women who are intended to thirst for these actors too. They think these bodies is what will bring women to the theaters.

None of this will change, as you say, that women's sexualization is "constant and pervasive". The film industry is just a part of the larger whole of media. Television and advertising have a treatment of women that's beyond whatever you or I say because there are decades worth of shit to go through that would take dozens of essays worth of writing to fully divulge beyond "please stop it's gross".

Now DC is a whole other ballgame. They're pretty infamous for their artists' sexualization of heroines and villainesses. Harley, Ivy, and Selina are definitely pretty bad, but when I remember what I've seen drawn of Kara, Kori, or sometimes Barbara... But outside of one artist, I think Harley and Ivy as a couple have been drawn tamely. Can't say the same for Selina, because they just can't not draw every part of her body even when she's fully clothed.

I think it's hard not to talk about fandom misogyny outside of m/m ships because of how often popular m/m shippers have rooted their shipping into misogyny. And even with m/f ship wars, a lot of the time the "faulted" character is always the woman when majority of the time it's the man who sucks. I don't get why everyone is fighting for who should kiss Steve because Steve sucks and they'd be better off without him. But because Steve is the object of affection for our fave, we have to fight off everyone else.

Don't look at other fandoms for m/f ship wars. We don't appreciate how tame we were, even at our worst. I'm serious, I've seen so much worse.

I think why the topic of misogyny comes up more with m/m ships is because they follow a similar principle of the male characters being more developed in canon and fanon so it's who people gravitate towards.

There is definitely layers of homophobia in fandom, but there's many versions of how we see it. Homophobes who won't ship anything that's not m/f. Homophobes who ship m/m but won't support IRL rights. People who love m/m but abhor f/f, and vice-versa. The shippers who use them for personal fodder. But the sexism is more prevalent than the homophobia. And the racism way more than both combined.

And it does cause a lot of ammo, and much of it severely unjustified, in ship wars. Literally the bullshit I've seen pulled out of thin air to accuse Sharon of not being worthy because someone said she's a racist for [they literally had no reason just called her one because we said Sam and Sharon are friends because they are] and other nonsense.

The real world repercussions of the homophobia, the sexism, and the racism in fandom... there's just so much. Like we are all still people, and yet we decide because we hide behind screens to be antagonistic, and use homophobic, sexist, and racist shit to attack each other over ships just because we want to paint the other person as crazy, I guess? If you can't see that there are no enemies in ship wars and that the other side is still people, maybe you need to sit out and log off. It's baffling how often it still happens to people. Then it's no longer about ships, it's about who is an asshole.

I will say that Steve and Peggy vs Steve and Sharon is probably the only m/f ship war I've seen where misogyny is talked about. Is, not was, because it still is. Both sides call the others misogynistic. I don't think either side is, but you can see in individuals. Those who tweeted at a certain actress that she was a slut for kissing her costar certainly are though.

You are right that shipping m/m isn't inherently sexist. But tearing down women in those ships to prop up m/m has made me stop shipping certain characters altogether. People, seriously, we don't have to justify why we like them! We can just like them! And other characters can still exist! It's never been that deep.

And you're right, the popularity of the ship helps people ignore any deeper issues within them and this is a power used to silence valid criticism if it pops up.

(I hope I answered everything well for you.)

~Mod R

[swiss-cheeze]

We All Sin Agent Hotchner || Aaron Hotchner

Request: YES/NO

Gender: none, they/them

Warnings: oh jesus, murders (duh), talk of sins, mentions of abortion, talk of sexual and physical abuse, child molestation, mention of a drug addiction.

Description: you’ve killed 12 by murder and another 13 by proxy, as you get interviewed by Hotch and Reid they finally find out why you killed up to 12 and another 13 but when you start mentioning the teams owns sins you get rather bored.

Disclaimer: OKAY BASICALLY, background before you read? Your parents went through a divorce when you were 12 and then your mother sexally and physically abused you at age 13; this is why you killed 12 people, however the other 13 you killed by proxy because they were all sinners. You got someone else to kill them for you (mentioned in the fic), the background to this is because your mother was catholic, so you grew up catholic; you couldn't kill those 13 other sinners because it's a sin but the 12 you could because it was the year for the divorce but the 13 you couldn't because that was from the sexual and physical abuse.

Disclaimer: I AM NOT RELIGIOUS, this is all based off of research from my own questions over the years as well as the quick engine search for this fic. The ‘sins’ the team has commited are ones I’ve found on their profiles on the Criminal Minds Wiki and twisted it a little to the use of the plot; GIDEON AND ELLE ARE MENTIONED IN THIS FIC AS MERE MENTIONS, THEY ARE NOT IN THE TEAM (this team consists of the OG; Prentiss, Hotch, Reid, Morgan, Garcia, Rossi and J.J.)

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“Jesus Christ what should we do?” Emily questioned as the team stood around the round table. They caught the unsub of course, however they needed a confession, and you were not budging.

“Thirteen murders and twelve by proxy,” J.J. muttered and looked to the victim board, “that's a lot before we got brought in, is there any significance that we can use against them?” the team looked to Spencer who simply shrugged.

“The number 13 is considered an unlucky number in some countries,” Spencer started, “the end of the Mayan calendar's 13th Baktun was superstitiously feared as a harbinger of the apocalyptic 2012 phenomenon. Fear of the number 13 has a specifically recognized phobia called triskaidekaphobia which was coined in 1911” Spencer ended his little ramble but it still did little for the team, you hadn't done anything towards those facts or any others that Spencer could recall, same with your twelve additional murders.

“Well we have to find a reason otherwise (Y/n) could have bail and hit again in a few years,” Aaron said as he leant against the chairs, “there has to be something”

“When (Y/n) was twelve their parents split?” Garcia questioned, “and then thirteen was when they oh no-”

“What, what you got baby girl?” Derek questioned as he moved to lean over Garcia's computer.

“Umm, okay these are direct quotes from a medical? Thing?” Garcia questioned again.

“That sounded like a question Garcia, what is it?” J.J. said fiercely.

“Okay okay umm,” Garcia did a little more typing, “at age thirteen (Y/n) was brought into their nearby medical centre from their house, because they lived with their mum, and they always came in with multiple bruises ‘in the shape of hands, occasionally cuts and multiple sexual assaults’ oh poor baby,” Garcia mumbled her last few words, “sexual assault from their mum at age thirteen? That would suck”

“If that's all we have to work with then that's what we’ll use,” Hotch said as he gathered a few files randomly, “Reid i want you to go into the room with (Y/n), set up a conversation regarding their childhood, specifically ages twelve and thirteen; (Y/n) is used to alpha males and females, they won't be expecting someone like you,” Emily snorted softly as Hotch handed Spencer the random files.

“And what do i do with these?” Spencer questioned, they literally were all random files and were not in order, that bugged the poor Doctor a little but he knew better than to fix it.

“Look through them alot,” Hotch responded, “pretend to fall back on things you already know from the profile and the murders, try and look through multiple files at once; (Y/n) is a curious killer but knows what they’ve done and the reason, they like to play with their food and in this case food is-”

“People got it,” Spencer said quickly before ducking out of the door, down the catwalk and towards the room you were being held.

“Hotch,” Derek said suddenly, “you do know this is about you right?” the man said, everyone looked up confused as their unit chief nodded.

“That’s why i sent in Reid, when (Y/n) gets fed up and calls for me i'll go in and i'll get the final details we need” and with that Hotch walked out of the door and in the same direction as Spencer as Derek showed the rest of the team how it was about Hotch.

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“(Y/n), you were sexually assaulted multiple times at the age of thirteen, tell me more about that?” Spencer questioned, you didn't budge in your seat nor did you show any signs of knowing what he was talking about besides the slight flinch he noticed when he mentioned the age.

“Why,” you said softly, your voice came out gravelly, “what is it you want to know?”

“Well, it was from your…” Spencer flipped through multiple files, making sure to keep them out of your line of sight before landing on a random one, “mother” you scoffed.

“Bitch, slag, whore, slut,” was all you said in response.

“How?” Spencer questioned.

“SHE MOLESTED ME,” you blew up, slamming the table, “BEAT ME AND MOLESTED ME, SENT ME TO SCHOOL IN THE MORNING, THE ONLY SAFE PLACE I KNEW BEFORE I HAD TO GO HOME AT THE SAME TIME EVERY DAY TO HER HANDS, HER EYES, HER MOUTH AND SOMETIMES HER FUCKING FRIENDS,” you struggled to breath as your body vibrated from the added adrenalyne.

“(Y/n), i need you to calm down,” Spencer said, he didn't even flinch at your explosion but he knew the signs of an early panic attack, “what's special about you is that you have so much anxiety, self doubt and self loathing and yet you still lured in twenty five people to kill,” Spencer mentioned.

“Twelve,” you said in a low voice, “I only killed twelve i had nothing to do with the others,” your eyes flickered to Spencer who started packing the files; he had gotten half the confession.

“Thank you for your time-”

“I want Hotchner,” you said with a grin, knowing exactly what that meant as Spencer paused for a moment, “even you noticed it Doctor, you saw all those victims that look like him, high class, business, lawyers, close to the justice system…” you started pointing out the similarities.

“I'll see what I can do,” Spencer said before leaving the room. The click of the lock made you giggle, then laugh, then cackle. The team watched from the two way mirror as you had a slight psychotic break in the chair you were chained to.

“GIVE ME AARON FUCKING HOTCHNER,” you screamed, “otherwise ill have to kill his little boy~” you sang with an evil grin. The team stiffened as your words floated through the room.

“They wouldn't,” J.J. said, “we didn't profile accomplices,”

“No but (Y/n) did kill by proxy,” Hotch said, “anyone could have anything trained on my little boy,” the unit chief said before he opened the interrogation room and your loud gasp came through the monitors.

“Hotchie!” you exclaimed happily, your grin was sick as your posture changed and you sat upright.

“Don't call me that,” Hotch said calmly, “you just confessed to twelve murders, now we need you to confess to the other thirteen-”

“I didn't do it,” you said immediately, “I simply helped victims with their own troubles,” you said with another sick grin as you leant forward, “you've got your own troubles too don't you Hotchie?” you questioned.

“I told you not to call me that,” Hotch responded as he stared you dead in the eye.

“A dead wife,” you grinned, “murdered wife I should say, son who almost, kind of, slightly doesn't trust you. Why?” you looked to Hotch with a grin, “you’re never there for him the poor thing” you said with a fake pout, “i should know what that's like, divorced at age twelve, molested at age thirteen, wow what a rocky fucking year those two where huh?” you questioned with a grin as the room door opened and out stepped a delicious looking man who handed Hotch a file. You whistled low, “Sexy little things aren't you here at the BAU huh?” you questioned with a grin as he left, it wasn’t the doctor from before but that didn't matter, you had the man you wanted right in front of you as he looked over a file, “what's that?” you questioned with a jut of your chin to the files.

“Damian Field,” Hotch started, you barely remembered the name let alone the face, “shot execution style, was a pedophile on three accounts,” you grinned, so that techy finally figured it out, “Emily Guard, shot execution style, multiple accounts of stealing and piracy, Dellie Parafield, shot execution style, stealing, looting, poisoning her mother and-”

“Did you finally figure it out?” you asked, cutting off the man you loved.

“You wrote ‘sinner’, at each crime scene, that's why there's thirteen and when we didn't find you quick enough you came to us,” Hotch said, you grinned.

“Thirteen dead, not because of me, but thirteen dead,” you shrugged, “know why?”

“Your mother grew up catholic,” you grinned.

“We got every single one of those people to confess agent,” you said with a sick grin as the team watched on, “they confessed for every sin they committed and died respectively because of it,”

“You're a sinner,” Hotch said as if it were a fact, you scoffed.

“I aint,” was your response.

“You killed twelve and another thirteen by proxy,” Hotch reminded you, tears filled your eyes as you sniffled.

“That's not good,” Derek muttered as he watched through the glass.

“They deserved it,” you said softly.

“And you don't?” Hotch questioned.

“AT LEAST I SEE MY SINS!” you exclaimed loudly, causing a few of the team to jump, “if you realise your sins and apologise to the lord he will forgive, and he forgives me,” you nodded with a sniffle as tears trekked down your face, “he sees what i've done and he praises me!” you said with a laugh.

“Have you ever met god (Y/n)?” Hotch questioned, you rolled your eyes.

“What, you sayin’ i'm a liar too?” you asked with a grin, “that's a sin too Aaron,” you said with a grin.

“You're not a liar but you are a bad killer, you left everything out in the open and you led us right to you and when we hit a dead end you came to us,” Hotch reminded you again, “do you confess to twelve murders and thirteen murders by proxy?” he questioned again.

“No.” you grinned, “i ain't the one who killed ‘em!” you exclaimed again as Hotch stood up and walked out of the room. This only fueled your rage as you started thrashing your wrists in the cuffs they were being held by, “WE’RE ALL SINNERS AARON HOTCHNER” you screamed, you grinned as you felt the teams eyes all watching you from behind the mirror.

“Who's the accomplice?” Emily questioned.

“We’ll find out in a second,” Hotch said calmly.

“You think you’re safe!? From who but the lord!?” you shook your head, “Elle Greenaway,” you started, the team became rigid, “shot an...what do you guys call us? Unsub?” you laughed, “shot an unsub and you rid it off as self defense,” you held up a finger, “that's one sin agent Hotchner. Jason Gideon, stole hotel toiletries,” you grinned as another finger went up, “thats called stealing Hotchner, Derek Morgan, considered suicide after molestation,” you put up another finger, “thats three now Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, abortian at age fifteen,” another finger went up, “Hotchner im all for abortians and i dont personally find them a sin, however unfortunately thats not what catholics and christians see,” you grinned, “four. Jennifer Jareau, I unfortunately only recently found out about you even though you've been with the team for a few years. Fortunately for Hotchner it stays at four,” you waved your fingers in the air, “David Rossi,” you scoffed, “married and divorced three times,” you added three fingers and whistled, “that's added a lot to the load already Hotchner, up to seven now,” you sighed as you had to use your other hand, “Doctor Spencer Reid, wow” you laughed, “what? Drug addict, liar, that Lila woman who i'm going to add simply because i feel like it,” you waved both hands as much as you could and laughed softly, “damn, that Doctor is racking it up a lot Hotchner!” you exclaimed.

“Hotch we’re not getting anywhere with this,” Rossi said with a sigh as he looked to the saddened faces of his team mates.

“Just another second Dave, it'll work.” Hotch said, his eyes still glued to your frame, “when i was in their (Y/n) said ‘we’, there is an accomplice we just have to wait for their slip up” and that's when you did, it wasn't a slip but technically but you were bored.

“UGGGHHH,” you groaned, “Lily!” you exclaimed, “Lily Raymond, she's in our safehouse,” the team was about to walk away to find this ‘lily’ before you gave them a deal, “Aaron Hotchner i will give you the address if only you let us stay in the same cell, AND,” you grinned and bit your lip, “let me give you a big smooch,” the team sighed.

“Hotch you can't,” Emily said.

“If we want that address he’ll have to,” Rossi said softly as Hotch walked into the room and did just as you asked.

He kissed you.

[translucent-bisexual]

I dont know if she's filming but do guest stars even get their trailers? Juts because 9-1-1 has a lot of guest stars every episodes, that would be alot of trailers.

I think so? Since they still have to go through makeup/hair dressing and all that. Idk how many trailers they have on the lot though

[geminioriginalsimagines]

Crush

Requests: “Please!!! I am begging you, darling best writer in the whole of Tumblrverse. Write a smut based on that gif where Kai licks his lips and has blood on his face and used magic to pull someone closer. Cause Holy Crap!!!! That was a TOTAL Turn on...” “any kai smuts on the way???? and also umm can you do a smut based off kai with like his coat cause he looks like a god with coats or even jackets on (:” (Credits to gif owners! Because DAMN) Warning! Visual smut ahead! Also very long!

"I have to say that there's been a record. Mystic Falls hasn't had any trouble with The Grill in like two months." Y/N zipped by her co-workers who were cooking an extremely large order. She couldn't help but look over a chef's shoulder and watch what they were preparing. "Is that for a party? Or a family?" She couldn't help but wonder aloud. The cook turned his head with a laugh to follow. He explained that it was all for one person. "Damn." Was all she replied with.

Y/N worked hard as a waitress. And she loved it. "All for table five? I'll need all ten of you guys to carry it back there." She rolled her eyes. Whatever, as long as the customer was happy and they were all getting paid it wasn't a problem. The order might be large, but Y/N started carrying trays back.

What was strange was that the new guy, who was put on host and waiter duty, never showed up in the kitchen to help or to return with more orders. The dining room was a little too quiet for Y/N's liking. Maybe he screwed something-

From the kitchen doors, Y/N could see that her new co-worker was clearly killed and in the hands of a tall stranger. Her eyes were large, her throat told her to scream. But nothing other than her heavy breathing escaped her enlarged nostrils. The man was wiping blood off of his face...her co-worker's blood and he was licking it off of his fingers.

Y/N was noticed, when he turned his face toward her she wanted so badly to run the other way, back into the kitchen and find something to defend herself. Other than the stranger, the dining room was empty. She also found herself with another problem, her hand was shaking so much that the tray of food fell at her feet. The beer glasses split and liquid was all over the floor. Boy was that going to be a sticky mess she'd have to clean up depending on her near death.

Her mouth dropped open, the rather handsome stranger with smeared blood on his face turned himself toward her with a bit of a sadistic grin. When he spoke, she could swear it was a rumble of thunder. "Mmm, aren't you so afraid?" He fixed the messy sleeve over his wrist and wiped the rest of the blood off of his face, sticking his wet fingers into his mouth and humming. "He was a little bland."

Y/N couldn't even muster a 'holy shit' but she had to admit in her overactive mind that he was rather attractive and whatever he was trying to do was working on her. This shouldn't be attractive. She wasn't like this. All she wanted was to get paid and get through college, not in this situation at work. "That nagging voice in my head says not to hurt you. But my stomach says too. I'm just so hungry and upset." His lips jutted out, he was pouting. And boy was he good at it. "I was hoping you'd taste a lot better."

Y/N's throat burned so much, something came out. "P-please don't hurt me." Her head wagged back and forth, she wanted so badly to just run by the man and never see him again. Then she realized he took a step closer but there was still the space of the whole room between them.

"Oh doll, I have a better idea." There was that sadistic grin again. The one that made her heart flip and it shouldn't. She shouldn't think this was attractive but she couldn't deny it. In her own twisted way, there she was unable to move because she was scared and curious. "Why don't you come here? Come to me, Sweetheart." He spoke lowly. Low with a hint of a growl. One that bad her gut develop an anchor to it.

But she refused. She wagged her head hesitantly back and forth. The man raised his brows and then tilted his head to the side. "I'll give you one more chance before I make you. Now let's try again. Come here." He spoke slow, longing. But she wagged her head back and forth. He was someone her parents told her to stay away from as a child. She wasn't going to give into him with her co-worker's corpse on the floor. Not at all actually. This man didn't need to get his way.

The stranger took another step forward and raised his hand. Y/N wasn't sure what he was doing. Was he going to try and hit her? "Motus." He growled. She started floating across the room to him, her feet couldn't stop her. Nothing could stop the fact she was in motion because this man was beckoning her to him. She started to panic, but everything was cut short when she was facing his large hand.

It was decorated with two rather shiny and large rings. There were a few seconds of silence before her mind was filled with his scent. His musk mixed with a hint of a dominating cologne that she couldn't put her finger on. He was intoxicating and the cologne added to the fire in her lungs and throat. So she decided to look away from his harsh gaze to his hand that was still raised. "You are very disobedient." He commented. His other hand rose to his chin, pulling her gaze to his again. He looked harsh but he also had the most beautiful eyes she had ever saw in her life.

"Who am I to judge though?" In mere seconds his harsh gaze turned into something happy. He was laughing and showing off those perfect teeth he kept hidden. His brows were raised and his smile was so wide his eyes turned to slits. Was he a mad man? The answer was yes. Her gut told her yes. "Mmm." He hummed and then contained his laughter. "You won't make me feel bad if I scare you."

She cringed. Y/N actually cringed, she wanted far away from him yet he was drawing her in. "Do all females look at me the way you do?" This was a more intimate moment, he was getting closer and closer. His breath smelled like spearmint. Oh boy was he perfect. When Y/N didn't answer he was clearly annoyed but he answered for her. "You're supposed to say duh."

All Y/N could do was swallow the lump in her throat. "L-let me go please." That wasn't as confident as she liked. Now he'd never take her seriously. Now both of his hands cupped her cheeks. Her skin was on fire and he took her breath away. The cool metal rings took a bit of the sting away, but that didn't ease the anchor in her stomach.

"To kill you or not to kill you? I need a list of pros and cons. But my oh my, you have no idea what's going on. It wouldn't be fair to you if I had you choose without knowing now would it-" There was an interruption from the door. Y/N was relieved, so relieved she could pass out. Someone had come to her rescue.

It was yet another very young man who nodded toward the door. "You can leave. I'll take care of him." Boy did Y/N run as fast as her little legs could carry her. Running made the fire in her throat rise higher than before. But at least she was heading for the safety of her home.

She saw him again...at The Grill. After it closed, he was there again. From the doorway he was waving, it was rather flirty which made her co-workers wonder if she was seeing somebody. "Is he here for you? You didn't tell us you were seeing someone." One of the cooks leaned over her shoulder. Y/N could feel the lump in her throat again. What did he want with her? Their first encounter was over a week ago.

Why now? "I'm not seeing anybody. He was here about a week ago. Uh...you can go home. I'll finish closing and get rid of him." She offered her co-worker. So they accepted the offer and untied their apron from their waist and hung it on a rack in the back. Y/N could only pray the stranger didn't hurt her friend as he tried to leave. But she let out a sigh of relief when the man stepped aside and let the cook leave without any harm.

Y/N tried focusing on scrubbing the counter-top. People had spilled drinks throughout the day and dropped food. It was just a mess. "Is there any way I can help?" Her hand suffocated the wet cloth and when she got startled, the stranger laughed. "I want to place an order." He took a seat on one of the stools. Y/N started backing away with the wet cloth as her only defense. "Except I don't want food. I want you."

There she went again, wagging her head back and forth, aggravating him. "You really are a scared little thing aren't you?" He tapped his fingers against the counter-top. Y/N watched carefully as he poured salt packets onto the counter.

"H-hey!" She started to stop him but he only laughed and looked up through his eyelashes with that grin on his face. He raised that same hand that had magically called her over to him, and now it was...making the salt float? Each grain was dancing around his fingers. Y/N wiped her eyes and blinked but it didn't work. She wasn't seeing things.

"At least hear me out, beautiful." His nickname for her made her swallow. "I always get what I want. I want you. Its weird, I can't stop thinking about you. Ever since I was dealt with last week. I realized I was a little much." No kidding. "But that doesn't mean I'm sorry for it. I've never been so curious about a human before." He rambled. "That's a little weird right?"

For once Y/N agreed with him. "Except its normal for me. I debated on tracking you down. I had some of your hair..." He started chuckling. "Wrapped around my finger, literally, from when I touched you. I was going to do a simple locator spell and follow you around. But there's this pair of brothers that thought that would frighten such an innocent girl." Boy did he talk alot. "But now I know where you work. I can catch you here whenever I please." The salt fell into a crumpled pile under his hands.

The stranger reached over the counter, into her apron and pulled the pen out of the pocket with that stupid grin on his face. Without taking his eyes off of her, he reached into the napkin dispenser and started writing something on it. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth to hold back a smile and then pushed the napkin across the counter to her. Y/N collected the thin fabric in her shaky hand. 'Kai' was written at the top along with a phone number.

"Text me, or hey better yet call me. Hold on, sometimes I don't know how to go about this. You have a Twitter?" Why was he so casual? "Cobrakai1972. Live tweets and all. I know lots of girls these days like a man who's handy with his Twitter." His left eye closed in a very seductive wink as he pushed himself up and off of the stool. "If you're curious enough its your call." He was inviting her. And boy was she debating on calling the number in her hand. Kai, his name had a ring to it. Kai...Kai-she kept repeating it in her head.

"You probably have a crush on her." Was all Damon said without glancing over at the Heretic twiddling his thumbs. "And showing her magic..." Damon shook his head before taking in his drink. "Not a good idea. But I won't hold it against you considering I killed you and you didn't live long enough as a mutt to know."

Kai glanced over through his lashes and watched the vampire continue drinking. "She's...perfect. I gave her my number and I'm on edge. Every time my phone makes a noise I hope its her but its Twitter notifications from fifteen year old girls." He wiped a hand through his hair.

"Granted you did scare her, Parker. You're lucky Stefan was there to save your ass last week otherwise you would have hurt the girl you're crushing on." Damon tsked and wagged his finger. "As for the fifteen year old girls, I'm just going to be honest here and tell you you're not the ugliest guy I've ever seen. I'm only being nice to you so I can make Elena happy when she wakes up. You remember that when you remember my compliment."

"Got it." Kai steepled his fingers under his chin. Damon noticed the Heretic was glancing nervously at his phone. "Damn it. You know I was just going to feed on her." He laughed. "And here I am stalking her at work because I can't even stand to see her interact with a customer." His raked another hand through his hair. "What's wrong with me?"

Damon sat in the chair across from Kai and tapped his chin. "It would be easier to find out what's right with you. And that's a very short list. With two bullet points." Damon sat back and played with the glass in his hand. "But as for what's wrong with you...its more like a grocery list. The basics, eggs, milk, bread. Water-" Kai glanced at him. "My point is that you've got...some sort of basics. Give her some time. Stop trying to scare her. Don't be...you."

"What do you mean?"

"You...you're too forward all the time. Most girls don't like somebody who just shows up at work and plays with salt on the table and randomly hands her his number. Or showing up and killing a co-worker or two and then dragging her across the room with magic. No, Kai you have to wait till you get her hooked first and then you get comfortable. Then you start with the magic or being confident." Damon crossed his leg over his knee. "Civil. Yeah...be civil."

Kai rested his hand under his chin and started digging deep. "I should start over? Introduce myself? Ask for her name?"

"Her name is Y/N. You're welcome. Drink there all the time with Ric. There's only one problem to your plan here though." Damon hissed. "She's Ric's niece."

Kai surprised Damon when he face-palmed himself. "Great. Just great. Damn it."

"There's always a chance though, Parker." Why was Damon even feeling so positive today? "If you make her happy, Ric might accept it."

"Make her happy?"

"That doesn't mean you keep harassing her at work. That means show up with flowers. Or ask her to see a movie. Get to know each other. Show her you aren't the creepy guy that keep showing up at The Grill. Tell her you're sorry, that you want to start over-" But Kai wasn't even listening.

"I'll go see her tomorrow." Damon was now the one to face-palm. Had he taught Kai nothing?

The Grill had been sort of lonely for the past few days. Some of Y/N's co-workers who she really enjoyed were sick. And Y/N's mind drifted back to Kai. She hadn't seen him in a while either. Her lunch break consisted of eating food that one of the cooks made her, and sipping on her Coke while scrolling through her phone.

Her mind wandered to the contact list. After Kai had given her his number, she had been debating all week whether or not to call. So she made him a contact in her phone. There she was staring at the call button again. But a voice from behind her made her jump and lock her phone quickly. "Y/N, I figured it was your lunch break." It was only her uncle.

"Hey, Uncle Ric." She waved and finished the last few bites of her sandwich. "I was about to get back to work in a few minutes."

Her uncle took a seat across from her and grabbed her hands. "Look I just have to talk to you about something. Because you're my only niece. Which makes you my favorite niece. And I'm concerned for you." Y/N furrowed her brows and took a sip of her drink. "Word gets around here. A guy named Kai coming around to see you?" Her heart fluttered at his name. It made her straighten her back.

"Yeah, he's...weird. What about it?" Her uncle squeezed her hands and pursed his lips together. "What's wrong?"

"I want you to stay away from him, Y/N. I have a rough past with him and he's got...problems. Just promise me you'll stay away from him?" How could she say no to her sweet uncle? Her only favorite uncle?

Y/N nodded. "Of course." But she didn't dare tell her uncle she put two and two together. She knew exactly who Kai was, from research and sneaking into her uncle's office, reading journal entries. From watching Kai use 'magic' to kill a man in cold blood. He was a Heretic, a sociopath, a psycho. The list continued with some rather foul names coming from her uncle after that.

Her uncle pushed himself away from the table and kissed her forehead. "This is why I love you, Y/N. So be good. I love you."

"Love you too." Her face was red when she looked over at the door and Kai was there. He waved, his seductive grin on his lips. Y/N looked around, her uncle had used the back door. So he didn't have to pass Kai.

Kai couldn't hide the fact that he wanted nothing more than to pull her close and try her out for a while. But he didn't. He watched her clean her table and throw away her trash. Customers approached her, young guys touching her elbow or ordering their food from her. It made his chest burn. Was he jealous? Was that the word to use? That she was his, he wanted nobody else to even look at her?

"You're ignoring me now?" Y/N sort of felt bad. But she knew her uncle meant well and she didn't blame him for wanting her to stay away from Kai. Who knew what he could do to her? Kai's voice was soft, distant, upset. "What did I do?"

"N-nothing. I'm just working." She wiped down the counter before him again. "Nothing's wrong. Just think its best to stay away from each other. I've been keeping what I've seen you do from so many people and you're dangerous. So if you don't hurt me, I won't tell anybody."

Kai's face dropped some. "Y/N if I wanted to hurt you I would have already." Who had gotten a hold of her? Why wasn't she looking at him? The way he said her name gave her goosebumps. "Y/N?"

"Its nothing, Kai. I'm working and I have customers to get to. So if you're ordering something then do it and your food will be out in a second." But Kai was silent, sadness written in his face. His lips pursed together. Little did she know he was trying to ask her out, but he didn't do it fast enough. She brushed by him with her pen and notepad in hand and left him raking his fingers through his hair.

Y/N had just finished brushing her hair and teeth, put on her pajamas and started un-tucking her freshly made bed. She pulled the blanket back and started to climb in. A tap on her window called her attention. "What in the world." She sighed and headed for the window. There was another knock, it was louder this time. She fixed her shirt before opening the window and jumping back two feet, with a loud scream to follow.

Kai jumped as well, almost falling off of her windowsill. She held her chest to recover from her heart attack. "Jesus Kai what are you doing here? How do you know where I live?" He was dangerous, she had to remember that. She had to remember he could come through the window and strangle her if she wasn't careful.

"I watched you when you left The Grill. You make me curious."

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat. "You shouldn't be here. My uncle could be home any minute."

"I know your uncle. Ric, yeah great guy. Just wants me dead. Long story." Kai focused on not falling off of the sill he was perched on. "If you could invite me inside, that's be great. Don't act surprised either. I know you put two and two together very well, and so could I."

She was taken aback. "Get in here." She grabbed his arm before he fell. Except he fell backward into her window and tumbled to the floor. He was a little shaky on his legs when he pushed himself up but he recovered.

"Piece of advice, be careful who you invite in." He helped her lock her window.

"Noted."

They sat in silence for a while until Y/N headed for the T.V. across the room and turned it on. Kai was sort of confused. "Why so loud?" He raised his voice over the volume of the T.V.

Y/N spun around and grinned a little bit. It was a major character change for Kai to comprehend. "My uncle's coming home anytime now. Do you really think I haven't been thinking about you either?"

Kai was starting to catch on. "Well let's see if you're still as disobedient as before." He called to her with his curling index finger. But she stood on the tips of her toes and wagged her head. "Motus." His hand went up, pulling her right to him.

She stared up at him with her index finger in her mouth. Kai bit his bottom lip and then swiped his tongue across it. That same hand he performed his spell on was now shoving her backward onto her bed.

He stood above her, shrugging his pitch black jacket off of his shoulders. The one that Y/N had saw him in the other day at The Grill after her uncle left. The one that made her want to ride him all day. He folded it with a knowing smirk on his face. And then he tossed it to the end of her bed.

"You are a very lucky girl Y/N." He crawled between her legs. "Do you have an idea why?"

Y/N bit her lip and shook her head. "Why is that?"

"Because I'm feeling good today." Y/N raised her brows. "I feel like a decent person. Decent enough to show you the best time." He trailed his fingers across her lips.

"Is that so? I'd like to say that I'm not so lucky." She pouted.

"Hmm?" He focused in on her mouth.

"You look a lot more attractive with blood on your face. See I think you've ruined me. I'm not a person that likes blood. But when I saw you the night we met, I can't help but think about it." She stuck her index finger in his mouth. He was so close to her, their noses were almost touching. He was intoxicating.

And his breath smelled like mint, her favorite scent. Kai responded, sucking on her finger, swiping his tongue around it. The lust he felt for the girl multiplied by a hundred. "Do it." She whispered. She encouraged him to bite her finger. "I know what you are. Don't hide it from me." She had to curl her legs around his waist, to hold onto him. Kai debated it, but he wasn't that strong enough to say no.

He closed his eyes, he let the monster he was consume him. A network of patterns spiraled across his face, they made Y/N gasp but they turned her on no doubt. His eyes were dark when he opened them. Almost as dark as the jacket he threw at the end of the bed. Y/N huffed, encouraging her finger to trace the daggers just under his lip. "Please." It was soft and intimate. The madman who she was crushing on was about to bite her.

Kai bit down, slowly and just enough to break the skin. He suckled the blood off of the tip of her finger. Y/N held the cry that was aching to be released. She didn't expect it to feel as sore as it did. He was a predator, it was supposed to hurt. He released her finger, Y/N traced his lips, smearing the blood around his lip. "I'll make you my evil queen. How does that sound?"

"I don't even know why I like the sound of it. But I really like it." What was he doing to her? Tainting her mind. She worked at tracing his cheek, just where she saw the bloodstains of her co-worker two weeks ago. She bit her lip, he was her work of art. He licked his lips while his intense stare held her captive. Oh he was such a bad influence.

"I think you're finding yourself." He whispered. The same tooth that dug into her finger now pricked his lip, making it bleed. The blood dripped down his lip and onto his chin. "Clock's ticking if you wanna get rid of that pin prick I gave you." He grinned.

He wanted her to drink his blood? Kai noticed how hesitant she was and kissed her anyway. The copper taste between them seemed to connect them. The uncomfortable ache in her wounded finger seemed to dull away. The blood smeared against his lips and cheek made him look dominant, crazy. And Y/N wasn't aware that she was into the psycho types. (The reader is all of us lmao.)

Kai moaned, the sound rumbled from his chest where Y/N rested her hand. Her other hand played with the hairs on the back of his neck. His hands started pushing her shirt up, higher and higher. "You've got nothing on underneath." He quietly groaned in her ear. He sucked at her chin, her jaw, her earlobe. She allowed him to push the shirt up and over her head.

She was so perfect it made Kai's whole body ache. His lips closed around one of her nipples, pulling and teasing, swiping his tongue across it. "Two weeks does a lot to a man." He grumbled, tracing his tongue down her stomach. "I escaped hell-" He laughed. "And here I am in pursuit of a girl I had no idea existed." Mmm, Y/N loved when he lowered his voice.

"Oh?" She moaned. Kai rubbed his hands down her chest, his ring catching on her hardened nipple. She reached for Kai's hair, that perfect dark hair. She completely messed it up, the way it was put up with a little curl at the end of the strand. "Bummer."

"What do you mean?" He looked up from working his tongue against her stomach.

"I messed up your hair. Bummer for me." Kai grinned and pushed his lips against her soft flesh.

"Mmm, I don't mind. Mess it up for me." He groaned.

Y/N tilted her head back, her eyes closed. Focusing in on the feeling of his soft tongue caressing her. When she looked down, she noticed Kai pushing that one strand of hair off of his forehead. "No keep it. I love your hair."

Kai bit his lip to hide his smile. "Bonus." He crawled back up her body, reaching between them and pushing her shorts down her legs. "Something tells me that your sudden interest in blood compelled you to choose your new underwear." He teased the front of them, pressing into her clit. "Bonus times two." He grinned and leaned in, rubbing his nose against hers.

He started working his way down her stomach, but Y/N pulled him back. "I like nipple play better." Kai furrowed his brows but couldn't hide the smile on his face. That beautiful, wide smile that made her forget he was a madman.

"Damn, jackpot." He wrapped her legs around his waist. She aided him in pushing his hips into hers. His lips pulled at her nipples, taking turns, going back and forth. When she touched the collar of his shirt, his body ignited. The excitement that collected in his stomach fueled the fire in his pants. The way she held his face, or gently touched the back of his neck. Goosebumps formed on his body where he never even felt them before.

He cried out some when Y/N ran her nails roughly through his hair. Moaning when he suckled a good spot. The way her hips met with his...Kai looked up and took a deep breath before kissing her. He needed air but the other half of his body needed her. He had no idea why she was so special, but his monster craved her.

When she reached between their bodies and unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, he knew he was on fire. She was glowing and he was on fire. What set him off even more was when she pushed her panties to the side and called him closer with her index finger. "If you're going to do it, do it now."

He just couldn't, the evil part of him that had escaped Hell told him to do it. While the other part of him...the part of little humanity he died with told him to enjoy the moment more. But he had to respond to the devil. So he did it, he connected them roughly. Grasping her face and sucking at her neck.

Her gentle fingers reached for the collar of his shirt again, pulling him closer. Her moans all she could release. She stared up at him in awe. He was poison, she wasn't. Yes he injected everything he had to offer and corrupted her brain. Everything her uncle told her, she was started to forget. Kai wasn't so bad, he was poison, but he was the good kind. The kind she was into.

He was the bad boy, the one nobody liked. And that made her crave his poison even more. Y/N could tell he was fighting to keep control. But she didn't want control. Her fingers traced the dried blood on his lips and over his cheeks, moaning as she did so. Her hair splayed across her pillow, her hands running over his back.

Kai almost stopped her from unbuttoning his shirt. But when she gave him that look, the one that made him crumble, he gave in and helped her brush the thin material over his shoulders. Y/N didn't know where to explore next. Kai was a predator, a killing machine made out of pure muscle. Her back arched into him as he worked at pushing his pants down the rest of the length of his legs.

His mouth grabbed a hold of her right nipple, her hands raking through his hair. Soft and gentle in contrast to the rough speed he was being encouraged to move at.

His arms kept her encased in a blanket of his warmth. It was rather addicting. She couldn't get enough of how he smelled. Musky, he smelled natural with a hint of a spicy cologne. She tilted her head back, wrapped her legs around his waist and let him have her.

Their position was intimate. She was his now, she didn't think Kai was ever going to let her live this down. She didn't want to. His lips attacked her neck, claiming her with large purple marks that she'd have to hide from her uncle. Kai couldn't help himself. He believed there was a goddess under him. And that if he let her go she'd just disappear. Two weeks craving one person made the rest of his life difficult.

Y/N swore up and down, grumbling words in Kai's ear. He was having her and he couldn't believe it. "Y/N-" He whispered against her throat. Her hands encouraged him, gently stroking the back of his neck and then moving to his strong, hard shoulders.

Kai knew she was close. Anticipating her orgasm made him close, picturing her under him. Sweaty and out of breath. Chanting his name. Y/N held his chin, kissing away the blood stains lovingly. This was going to trigger his new leaf. This was when Kai felt he could be better. That he wanted to be better but he'd tell nobody else.

"Kai, Kai-" She chanted with large eyes. Knowing eyes. She knew she was about to come undone. So she prepared herself, locking her legs tighter around his waist and arching her back into him. Kai took her lips in his, grumbling against her and then sucking her into a dirty, needy kiss. Her hand connected with his jaw as he made her cum, her eyes closing and holding onto his shoulder.

Kai wrapped his arms around her, nipping her bottom lip in hopes to subdue how he felt. But he finished with her. His control was scarce, he rarely had none which was why he was surprised he had made it this far with her. He closed his eyes and held onto her.

"Kai-" She whispered, hoarse and tired. Kai pushed himself off of her on shaky arms. "I needed that." She rolled over onto her stomach, hugging her pillow. She was acting like a girl who had just found love. Kai thought it was strange. But even he had to admit she was glowing. Kai helped her fix her panties and found his briefs on the floor, pulling them up his legs. "What are you doing?"

Y/N watched him cover her with the jacket he came to her in. It was warm, soft, it smelled like him. That musky smell that drove her insane. "Are you leaving?" She sounded hurt.

"No." He answered shortly. "I don't leave after. It doesn't add to the effect now, does it?" His grin returned and he took his place next to her under the covers. They faced each other, staring. Y/N fixed the jacket, pulling her arms through it and cuddling with it.

Kai's arms were open, he was available. Y/N took her chance and pressed herself against him, letting him hold her. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head.

"Y/N I brought home some-" Their attention was directed up to her uncle. Ric had a look of horror plastered across his face. He pursed his lips together. "I-I thought I told you to stay away from him?"

Y/N pushed herself out of Kai's arms and sat up, wrapping the jacket around her body. "I can explain. Its a really long story."

"I'd kick him out but he's...he's aggressive...and a psycho-" Ric looked like he had seen a ghost.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder at Kai who was waving at her uncle. "He wasn't aggressive a few minutes ago." Her face turned red. Ric ran a hand through his hair.

"Did he hurt you? Are there any marks?"

"No, of course not."

"Oh boy, I failed you as an uncle. You're...he could have killed you Y/N!"

"Could have." Kai licked his lips. "If I wanted her dead she would be." Ric looked like he could cry. Kai lifted his arms, resting them behind his head. "Its all good over here. More than good."

There was a moment of silence before Ric closed the door. "He's mad at me." Y/N lay herself across Kai's chest. "And this shouldn't be okay. I shouldn't feel okay with this."

"Mmm, yeah but doesn't it feel good to be a rebel kid for once?" She had to admit. It felt exhilarating.

So I found the imagines !!!! On my PC so I’m going to re upload them!

[pastelbatfandoms]

asks for fanfic writers

things that inspire you- Aesthetic Images,Pinterest,FanFiction,Shows,Movies,Fan Music Videos,Songs,Whichever Celeb or Character I have a Crush on that Week or Month. 

things that motivate you- My Muse,When People like and Comment on My work!

name three favorite writers-as in Published Authors? Cause I have alot of Faves on Tumblr. Authors-Yasmine Galenorn,Marissa Marr and Francesca Lia Block.

name three authors that were influential to your work and tell why-Not too many tbh. I’m mainly influenced by TV Characters. and OTP’s in MV’s. I would LOVE to write like Francesca Lia Block one day and I’d say as a Teen I was heavily influenced by Amelia Atwater Rhodes. 

since how long do you write? How long have I been writing you mean? since I was 13. 

how did writing change you? Made me more of a Day Dreamer and a bit Absent minded lol 

early influences on your writing-Already told one but other’s would be Christopher Pike as well as Watching WWE and Anime’s like Sailor Moon.

what time are you most productive? Whenever I get free time and am Inspired.

do you set yourself deadlines? No.

how do you do your research? Again watching Episodes of a certain Character,Headcanons and such,or Wikipedia if it’s something on The None Fiction or Mythological side. 

do you listen to music when writing? Sometimes. 

favorite place to write-My Room I guess.

hardest character to write-Right Now Peter Hale,which is why I took such a long break from Teen Wolf lol (I need to finish watching it)

easiest character to write- Eobard Thawne aka Reverse Flash aka EoWells.

hardest verse to write- Not Verse but My hardest Fic to write was actually a One Shot of My Wells of Hearts Fic From The Flash. It was after HR Wells dies (on The Show) and I was pretty sad writing it. 

easiest verse to write-idk about Verse but The easiest Fic I wrote was My Cat & Mouse one with WWE’s Bray Wyatt. It’s a bit too NSFW to put here though ;)

favorite AU to write-All Mine are AU’s since I create a bunch of insert characters lol

favorite pairing to write-Freddy Krueger/Robert Englund with My OC Rika. Also Michael Langdon and My OC Helena. I have a weak spot for Dark,Tragic Soul Mates. 

favorite fandom to write-WWE’s The easiest lol I’d probably have to say The Flash or Walking Dead though. 

favorite character to write-That’s not mine. Negan. 

least favorite character to write-Archie Andrews from Riverdale lol I feel bad because I think reading my Mughead story you can tell. 

favorite story you’ve ever written-Online I’d say My Flash one that is STILL not done. 

least favorite story you’ve ever written-I probably have a few Sailor Moon one’s I wrote when I was younger that aren’t that good or Some of My Michael Jackson One Shots. 

favorite scene you’ve ever written-Ok I’ll just Copy and Paste it. again keeping this SFW.  TWD Kings and Queen of Disaster pt1- “Don’t. Merle knew you’d kill him for siding with his Brother and you did anyway,I was there when Daryl had too…” I closed My eyes briefly trying to calm myself. It didn’t work.  Before I realized what I was doing I was standing,my gun pointed at him.   But The Governor was always one step ahead as he pulled a gun from the back of his waistband and pointed it at me as well. We had each other a stand off.  I didn’t waver as I glared at him. “Merle was the one man i knew loved me for all his faults and you took that away.” I said through clenched teeth,angry tears pricking my eyes.The Governor stared at me unblinking. “I loved you. I did.” He insisted at my scoff. “I realize it now. Killing Merle wasn’t personal. Even if it was,it didn’t make a difference,we both lost that day. Merle,My Daughter,Each other.” The Governor looked at me remorsefully. “I am sorry.” “So sorry you disappeared.” “So did you!” Governor shot back. “I had to…” I trailed off not wanting to explain myself to him.  I felt defeated,saddened,confused in that moment,that I didn’t notice when The governor slowly circled around the table,gun still in hand to walk behind me,grabbing my wrist that held the gun,putting his own to my temple. I stiffened but didn’t shrink away. We both knew we wouldn’t shoot one another. No matter how psychotic he could be or how hurt and angry I was.

story you’re most proud of- That one ^ or Wells of Hearts. 

best review you ever got-On My Gotham one or My Cat & Mouse Trilogy. 

worst review you ever got-None yet.

favorite story/poem of another author-Not sure.

hardest part of writing-Getting enough Motivation to write what is in your Head!

easiest part of writing-The Smut lol at least for me. ;)

alternate title for (The Alpha) My Alpha. Yeah very original I know lol

alternate ending for (Wells of Hearts) Not to give anything away but I had this big Fight scene between Reverse Flash,Obsidian Storm and Team Flash and Obsidian was going to turn her back on Eobard and side with Team Flash again at the last minute. But I decided her staying a Villain,essentially staying how Eobard made her,and joining The Legion of Doom plus all that happens afterwards would be more interesting. 

alternate pairing for (MugHead) I really don’t change My Mind when it comes to Pairs lol But I may write an Alternate Story with Michelle ending up with FP Jones instead of Jughead. 

single story or multi-part story? Multi.

one-shot or multi-chaptered story? Multi. 

canon or AU? usually AU unless the Canon is REALLY good. usually stay in The Canon World though. 

do you reread your own stories? Yeah all the time lol

do you want to be published some day? Maybe but since I write about Other Creators Characters I don’t think that’s possible. 

which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series-Any of The Wrestlers actually being in a Romantic/Sexual Relationship like the one’s I write them in would be ideal. I’d watch it!

one song that captures (Wells of Hearts) The title is literally a Song except it’s WELLS instead of WAR of Hearts. Kings and Queen of Disaster is inspired by Queen of Disaster by Lana Del Rey. 

do you plan or do you write whatever comes to your mind? Whenever it pops into My head or when I can. 

would you ever write a sequel for (The Mark) I’d write another Baron Corbin x Roxy story but probably not a Sequel to that one since Dean is no longer in WWE. 

do you write linear or do you write future scenes if you feel like it? Linear. Though I should just write what pops into My head so I don’t forget it later. That just seems Messy to me.

share the synopsis of a story you work on that you haven’t published yet- The Alpha-My OC Marianna is 18 and Best Friends with Lydia,Alison,Childhood Friends with Scott and Stiles. When She meets Peter (in his Teenage Guise) After much banter and courting by Peter,they start dating. Until Derek tells her the truth about Peter being a WereWolf and killing Alison’s Aunt (She knows Scott’s a WereWolf at this point) and Peter appears to her in his adult form. Marianna breaks up with him but Peter starts stalking her,claiming they have a bond. It turns very dark after that and a year goes by until Marianna admits her real feelings towards him. They start dating again but in secret. Peter ends up turning her and becoming her Alpha,which is when The Group is finally told. After many Deaths,Forgotten memories,a short lived Relationship with Stiles and Memories restored,they end up leaving for Arizona and having a Child,Malia. 

share a scene of a story that you haven’t published yet-The Alpha-I noticed his dark slicked back hair and all black attire but I also noticed The Claws on his hands and The Fangs jutting out as he snarled at Stiles,ready to take another swipe at him or a bite. I recognized that look and not just because My Pack,Scott,Derek and Erica,wolf out. This was different this wasn’t out of Protectiveness,because I mean it was Stiles,but Jealousy and Possessiveness,over me. Because this Wolf was... “My Alpha...”” I whispered in shocked realization as My memories started rushing back, I knew something had been missing,I just didn’t know what. “How could I forget you...”

how many unfinished ideas/stories are you working on at the same time? Currently like 5 lol

three spoilers for (Kings and Queen of Disaster)-Suzanna will end up becoming Pregnant with Negan’s Child,Philip Blake will eventually be told of His and Suzie’s Daughter but it will be too late as Negan will end up Killing him after. 

writing advice-Nah this has already been too long.

open question to the writer

[pompadorkery]

Does Angelo ever get the mark of the other demon off of him? Or how does that work..?

Alrighty~*cracks knuckles*You’ve unlocked more lore and story haha. Cause, there’s alot that actually goes into Angelo getting Ahriman’s mark off of him. SO. If you haven’t read @machonachos last big story related post here. Do so, so this all makes sense lol. OKIE DOKIE. THIS IS GONNA BE A DOOZY. SO UNDER THE CUT IT GOES.

Valak tells Angelo not to come after him again, or else he’ll kill him. Angelo is a bit distraught, and he just feels so terrible about everything. Never in his life had he felt truly unclean, worthless, and just, bad about himself. He’d never been one to self-deprecate, but suddenly he just feels awful about his entire self. His self-esteem tanks. So, he stays away from Valak for about a month or so, but it becomes too much for him, and he just doesn’t want to sit around any longer. He’s tired of it. So he decides. Y’know what? He’s gonna end it.If Valak kills him, fine. But he needs to make his feelings known to him. He’s entirely not expecting to ever return home, so he sends Heaven’s Bounty off to return to Heaven. She’s still a celestial being, still pure and everything, so she’s allowed to go to and fro between Heaven and Earth. He goes out looking for Valak. He goes to the back parts of town, places he knows that Valak might visit. Shady bars, etc. He’s able to sniff him out, both by asking around, and literally sniffing him out. He can somewhat sense the presence of demons nearby and whatnot. He finds Valak at a bar, already a bit tipsy. So when he sees Angelo show up, he’s a bit confrontational, but Angelo just ignores pretty much everything Valak does, and just sits at the table across from him, telling him that he wants to talk to him. They’re talking(albeit very rigidly and not entirely happy with one another). A homeless man wanders past them, asking for money, but Valak shoos him off angrily. Angelo and Valak continue “talking” and Angelo brings up like, “Didn’t you say you were going to kill me? What are you waiting for?” all that sorta prodding. And Valak is just like, “Maybe I will fucking kill you.” All loud and stuff, cause he’s so tired of dealing with Angelo’s bullshit. He even slams his hand down onto the table all hard. This earns a clear of the throat and a look from the bartender, who then glances up to the shotgun on the wall. A clear sign of “Take it outside.”  Valak slams some money on the table and storms off, grabbing Angelo by the wrist and dragging him outside. Once outside, he just shoves Angelo away. And Angelo is still just bringing up the whole, “Are you going to kill me or not?” thing. Like. This bitch is ready to fucking die. He has no fear. He’s died twice already. He can do it again. Valak is stalling and making excuses, cause like. He doesn’t want to kill Angelo. He was just talking big game. He wouldn’t actually do it. As they’re arguing, the homeless man from before begins approaching them, coming from behind Angelo- so Valak can see him, but Angelo can’t. The guy is mumbling to himself, and Valak can hear it, despite him and Angelo arguing. And theeeeen, he sees the knife in the guy’s hands. And he just has an “oh shit” moment. Thinking on his toes, Valak shoves Angelo away as the guy reels back.Angelo gets tossed away pretty hard, getting knocked against a nearby wall.And Valak takes a knife to the gut. Valak knocks the guy tf out after a small struggle, but when he looks down. Whoops. Knife. He was just thinking about protecting Angelo. (even though Angelo could have easily taken a knife wound and been okay)Being in his human form, Valak is in a weakened state. So getting stabbed is big bad. Angelo’s head would be all fuzzy from getting knocked so hard, but when he sees Valak, there’s a knife jutting out of him, blood everywhere, and an unconscious homeless man laying on the ground. Angelo has to think fast and try not to panic. He asks if they should go to a hospital, but Valak says no, despite being in tons of pain. So, being that they’re somewhat close to Valak’s apartment, he decides to take him there.(Valak’s apartment is still completely empty. But Angelo couldn’t bear to see anyone else live there, so he just went and rented out the place himself. Keeping it empty should Valak ever return.)They have to take the subway to get there, so they kinda hide the knife and the wound under Valak’s jacket, making sure he keeps pressure on it. And once they get to the apartment, Angelo opens it up and immediately starts filling up the bathtub. He gets Valak into the bathroom, and just tells him to get in the water, as it’ll help slow the bleeding. Valak is of course wary of the water, but does as Angelo tells him to, fully clothed and everything. Now. The apartment is empty. There’s nothing there in terms of supplies and stuff. Angelo tells Valak to stay awake, keep his head above the water, and that he’ll be back. He just needs to go get a few things. He gives Valak a heartfelt, parting kiss, and then grabs Valak’s jacket(to cover his own bloodstained clothes), and heads off to a drugstoreHe picks up pretty much every type of pain reliever he can get, all the gauze and bandages, antiseptic, a small sewing kit, and loads of towels and washcloths, Meanwhile. Valak crawls out of the bath, cause he just really doesn’t want to be in the water anymore, and he’s not exactly thinking straight. When Angelo gets back, he finds Valak slumped outside the tub, still bleeding. So he rushes over and immediately get to work on helping him. He removes the knife, and starts cleaning up the wound, straight up pouring antiseptic directly on it. He’s panicking and in a rush, he doesn’t have time to be gentle. He goes through a few washcloths while cleaning up all the blood, and once he gets the bleeding to stop, he uses the sewing kit to hastily sew up the wound. He places gauze and a bandage over it, and then struggles to get Valak out of his wet clothes. After all that is said and done, he just sits there on the ground with him. Covering Valak in towels and stuff to keep him warm. Angelo’s hands are covered in blood, as well as all his clothes. But, he’s exhausted. So he just pulls Valak into his lap and falls asleep with him right there in the bathroom. In the morning, Angelo wakes up first. He sees that Valak is still alive, so that’s good. But he knows that they can’t just be at this apartment with nothing. So he needs to go out and get some stuff.He slips away from Valak and ends up going to the store and buys some clothes for the two of them(basically just the first things he could grab. he gets sweatpants and just some plain white t-shirts for Valak. and a huge oversized sweater and leggings for himself).He also buys a bunch of pillows and blankets, as well as picks up from food for Valak. But. He doesn’t really know what to buy so.He just. Buys like. A bunch of apples. Lol. He gets back to the apartment and sees that Valak is still asleep. Good. He sets up all the blankets and pillows and makes a little nest basically. He drags Valak over to it so he can rest a bit more, and in more comfort. Once Valak is awake and dressed, he realizes that, hey. Angelo is there. Angelo helped him. So… he does care? They talk a bit, Valak asking Angelo if he really doesn’t remember what happened back when they were humans. Talking about it more, and having Valak explain the things he knows, helps Angelo kinda put the pieces together, and he remembers little flashes and tidbits.He definitely feels pretty bad about what his human self did, but he tells Valak like… things were different then. He’s not the same person anymore. And for the most part, Valak forgives him. The two kind of relax, and eventually Valak needs his bandages changed. So, the two take a shower together- the entire time Angelo is very insistent about keeping his back hidden to Valak. They lay low for a bit, just kinda hiding out at the apartment. Valak steps out a few times to go get food and stuff for himself. And they just. Have each other. Angelo does have to bring something up though. He can’t hide it. So. He wants to be open and honest with Valak, and make sure he knows everything, and wants to make sure Valak would still want to be with him even after this bomb is dropped. So. Angelo shows Valak the mark on his back. Ahriman’s sigil. Valak gets super pissed. Not at Angelo, but at Ahriman, and at himself for not being able to protect him. Angelo doesn’t know exactly what it means, but he knows it’s Ahriman’s mark. And Valak kinda has to explain, however much he hates it, that Ahriman’s basically “owns” him now. Angelo asks if there’s anything that can be done about it, and Valak explains that like, save for changing the mark, no. Its permanent. But… if Angelo wants, if he is really really okay with it, that he can change it into his own sigil. But it would basically bond them together forever.Angelo says yes. Anything is better than having Ahriman’s disgusting mark on him. And he agrees to be Valak’s. This leads to the two of them having sex, but being very careful. Lots of rosaries and stuff involved. Anything to mess with the connection Ahriman has with Angelo. Because, he’d DEFINITELY be able to tell if someone was messing around with his property. After all this, Valak explains that he won’t mark Angelo right away, because that would have Ahriman immediately on them. That he needs to plan a few things first. He goes out the next day and harasses some other demon into sending a message for him. He needs to get in contact with a demon named Kocell. She’s  the only one he can think to go to for help. The demon agrees to send the message, so after that, all he can do is wait. During this time, Angelo and Valak bond a bit. Angelo is curious about what Valak is always smoking, and says he wants to try as well. It’s not a cigarette though. ;3They have a laugh as the two of them get high. Valak shotguns Angelo at first, just to get him started, but angel boy insists on doing it himself. And he’s just. Awful. He doesn’t know how to smoke at all. He ends up in a coughing fit, smoke pouring out from the seam of his neck. And after a bit he feels something he’d never felt before. Hunger?Boy got the munchies.Valak offers him a snack, some of the food he picked up for himself. Angelo ends up taking a bite of a Honey Bun and doesn’t even know how to fucking chew and swallow. Valak has to coach him the entire way. And like, once he feels food in his stomach for the first time, Angelo is totally disgusted and doesn’t understand why people enjoy this “eating” thing. Its a brief moment of reprieve for them to just hang out, because soon enough, Kocell comes calling. Angelo is worried about Valak leaving to talk to this other demon, but Valak assures him things will be fine.Valak and Kocell strike a deal. (go ask @machonachos for the exact details of what they agree on)Valak returns to the apartment, and him and Angelo have one more night of peace. The calm before the storm. In the morning, it’s finally time for Valak to alter Angelo’s mark, and erase Ahriman’s hold on him. He tells him that like, once he changes it, they need to go. Right away. He’s already bought them some train tickets out of town. Luckily, Ahriman’s mark can somewhat easily be altered into Valak’s. He warns Angelo that it’s gonna hurt, which Angelo replies with, “I’m aware.”He’s taken it once with someone who wasn’t so gentle and kind about it. He’s sure he’ll be fine. Valak has to sit and stare at the sigil for a bit, letting his anger build up. All his hate for Ahriman and what he did to Angelo makes his blood boil and his tar hot. He wipes off one hand, so he can hold Angelo’s, but with the other, he has to dig into the angel’s skin, carving and burning the lines into him. It hurts like HELL. Like getting branded. The pain is alot for Angelo, as well as the feeling of being ripped away in ownership from one demon, and being placed in the ownership of another. There’s alot of forces at work, and it makes him very light headed, dizzy, and totally out of it. The second he’s done, Valak gets up and shoves a bunch of clothes and other stuff into a backpack and tells Angelo that they need to leave immediately. He asks Angelo if he can walk, but after seeing him take maybe 3 steps and then fumble, he just scoops him up and leaves the apartment with him, rushing as fast as he can, cause he KNOWS Ahriman already sensed the disturbance, and that little imps and other demons are probably already looking for them. Valak and Angelo end up on a train bound for Philadelphia. Angelo is totally out the entire time, just resting against Valak and sleeping. And poor Valak is just a ball of nerves until they get out of New York safe and sound.This leads up to some fun stuff that happens once they get to Philly, and like, some actual “peace and quiet” for them for a change. So. Tune in next time if you wanna know about all that lol. (or ask one of us about it, haha~)

[growingstrongorsomething]

4. I have a robot inside me.

Original prompt: https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/bo0yiq/wp_youre_a_little_slower_than_others_but_its/ If you like my story, please support me on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/storyforger

“The whole time you have been whispering. You are scaring people off.”

“What, I did?” Walid looks at his boss. Her face is filled with wrinkles, some from old age, some from worry.

“Yes, you are also looking at Waruna. She is crying in the freezer because she thought you are still angry at her.”

Walid slaps his face a little, trying to mold it to a more presentable look. His face now has a bit of a smile, and his eyes doesn’t gaze as sharp as before.

“She already paid for the damages. After all, I wasn’t angry at all. I just...”

Now Walid’s boss is the one massaging her face, mostly around her forehead. “Whatever it is, hold it in for now okay? We are all on the rush season. I will close this bakery for a week after Festival. Deal with your problems, get a psychiatrist, or meditate or something. Okay?”

“Yes, Mdm Kamisah.”

She holds Walid’s face and smiles broadly. “Work hard. The Festival is just three days away. I promise, we will get a big fat bonus, hm?”

“Yes. Well, I need to carry the pastries.”

“Good! That’s the spirit.”

Mdm Kamisah enters the office. Walid turns to the tray of tepung puluts. The smell of glutinous rice and pandanus flour mix in the sweetmeats are alot for him to handle. Walid thinks he is going to eat it all.

If you eat it all, you will have stomach problems again!

Walid sighs. “I am carrying food,” talking to himself again.

Oh you will, see the puddle you will flip!

[I won’t wait what oh god!]

Walid slips and almost fall flat on the tray. The floor where cakes are baked is made rough to prevent slipping, but the floor to the presentation aisles are made from smooth tiles. At least the cakes are safe.

Hamid takes the tray from Walid and places it on the counter. He then lifts Walid up, whose legs spread too far for his level of joint mobility.

“God you’re heavy!”

“Oww, oww, oww, my thighs.”

Hamid steadies Walid, who is groaning slightly from the gymnastics. “Well, I’m sending the tray.”

“No, wait.” Hamid gets a dry towel and wipes the floor from the accident to the aisle until it’s dry. “Ok, go.”

“Thanks!”

Their work that day is rather hard, and all workers are tired. Walid isn’t as tired, but his limping isn’t making things more comfortable either. At least the cleanup is made easy by the dishwashers and bots.

“That’s a wrap for the day. See you tomorrow!”

“See you!”

Walid hails a Grab and lets himself be carried to his flat. The city lights are pretty at night, especially when we are sleepy. The Grab driver thanks Walid too soon. Walid grumbles his thanks and clumsily walks up the stairs.

[Oh yeah, elevator] Walid goes to the elevator only to see that it is under maintenance. “Augh! Today?” He really wants to kick the door, but the last time someone did, that is how the elevator stopped working. Dejected, Walid winds wearily to his bed and falls asleep without even changing clothes.

Yo, how’s life?

[Life-threatening, thanks to you.]

You slipped, and I’m to blame? LOL GG.

[You’re my subconscious. How do you even know what is LOL GG?]

I am not blind when you control this body. I see what you see, I learn what you learn, I am aware of what you are aware. Well, and other things.

[What do you mean?]

We. Need. Diagrams.

Walid’s dream now forms a room. It is cozy, with two blue long sofas facing each other and a lamppost standing guard next to it. The table in between the sofas has a jug of lychee drink. Walid knows it by the smell. He pours a cup and pours the liquid into his mouth. The sweetness slams his tongue, and it flows into his body, making him... happy. He sits on the sofa, drinking more lychee juice.

You like what you’re seeing?

[Yeah, pretty much.]

Now! I will introduce myself. The subconscious slithers from behind the sofa and towards Walid. It is like the root of a ginger tree, only that it has a single straight shaft and many root fibers jutting through it. One of the larger root fibers extend a hand, as if in greeting. Walid shakes it. It does not show its face.

Subconscious, glad to meet you.

[Walid, pleasure’s all mine?]

The ‘ginger root’ slithers to the other sofa, its body reclining regally upon the sofa. Tired, Walid lies down to imitate the ‘ginger root’.

I think you have a lot of questions.

[Are you a ghost? Will you kill me? Is this poison?]

No. I need you alive. I can’t really tell you what I am yet, it will only create more questions. But I am ready to show you.

Walid thinks of the ginger root unzipping its costume and a pretty woman’s leg jut out of it.

No, unfortunately, I am not that sexy. But let me show you.

[How are you going to do that?]

I am going to take over your body. Just for a day. You will have my word, you can get full control of it once I have done my business.

Walid chugs down the lychee. The entirety of his life’s lessons flash before his eyes. All his life, his parents never told him what to do when your subconscious wants to take control of your body. Don’t open the door if the parents don’t expect guests, don’t touch other people’s breasts (and dicks once he came out), don’t steal, don’t show your private parts on the internet, and most importantly, if the offer is too good to be true, turn it down and run like hell.

I am twenty and honest to God, I need an adult.

[As frightening as it is, I am an adult. I assure you, your good health and functioning body is in my best interest.]

Come to think of it, the stress of his life isn’t going away anytime soon either. He still have to work hard tomorrow at the bakery. And he had to take Chinese exam next week, just so employers will consider him a worthy job candidate. Walid pours another cup. He raises it. To the last possible day of me being the conscious mind.

[To a more fruitful Walid.]

They both chug down the lychee. Walid sees the ‘ginger root’ face for a split second before the dream ends.

The next morning, Walid finds his body to be moving to the fridge. It dips some wholemeal bread into the black coffee and sends the bread into its mouth. Walid tried to move his body but it can’t.

Ginger root, are you controlling me?

[Yes, I do. You want answers. I am in the process of showing you. But first, your body needs some fuel and coolant!]

Fuel? Coolant? I am not a robot!

[Oh you’ll understand. By the way, you have a sick leave today. Convenient!]

Convenient for what? Hey, why are we walking?

[To the Doctor!]

The body washes itself. It washes its muscular body with water, then lathers soap on it. The body cleans everywhere, including the nether regions. Walid feels a slight pain as that area is stil a bit overstretched from yesterday. Walid can feel how clean his body is. And how it hurts to almost slip again from water puddles.

The body then pats itself dry with a towel. Walid tries wipe his face a bit more but the body doesn;t listen.

Ginger root, wipe my face!

[Alright, fine!]

Walid feels the intrinsic itch to his soul scratched for now. The body wears a tight T shirt and a sports trousers. Walid always feel comfortable wearing the trousers, but the tight T shirt is chafing his nipples.

Can we get a looser shirt?

[No, I always want to show off this awesome body.]

Walid would like to huff, but it only manifests as the word ‘huff’. He spies to the side of his eyes. There are numbers and letters, some jumbled.

Are those coordinates, distance in kilometers, and name of The Doctor?

[Yes! Now be quite and observe!]

The body hails a Grab and calmly enters the car. The body chats with the driver a bit. Walid thinks the mouth is moving but the language isn’t what he is used to.

“Ni de shangban meiyou mang ma?”

“Aiya, zui mang! Quanbu ren bu yao mai che, he quanbu de shangdian hen yuan la!”

And they both laughed. This son of a bitchy ginger root, he actually knows Mandarin!

The chat ends as the car arrived before the clinic. The sign says ‘The Doctor’s Swig’. This isn’t a clinic, this is a bloody pub.

Wait! I am a Muslim, I can’t drink alcohol.

[Oh come on, we’re meeting a doctor, not drinking!]

This is a pub!

[Oh god, just watch!]

The ginger root moves the body. Well, the insides is a pub. People are eating sunflower seeds and pistachios while watching the news. And drinking beer. There is a blackboard with a chalk drawn picture of a jar and ‘Lihing Limited Edition’ hanging above the bartender’s head.

“Bear with me bro, I need a help.”

The bartender winks. “What help?”

“Health Care.”

“One sec.” The bartender gives a call. “Number?”

Ginger root gives a small paper. The bartender whispers to the phone, and burns the small paper. The bartender then whispers to Ginger Root. “The Doctor is available now. Please come in.”

The Ginger Root smiles and nods. The back of the pub has three doors. Two unisex toilets and one closet. Ginger Root presses the code and the closet door opens. He enters the room, which is littered with brooms, mops, and scoops for the dust. Ginger Root places his hand on a brick, and pushes. A door swings open, away from the body. The body bravely marches through the darkness.

The dark path isn’t very dark to Walid, but he’s still afraid. He instinctively makes command to jerk his foot, but the body remains stoic, moving forward without flinching. They make their way down some stairs and more dark alleys, some branching.

Ginger Root, where are you taking me?

[Oh I’m Ginger Root now? Well, like I always said, just watch. We have a checkup AND a job.]

Walid is too afraid to complain further.

The darkness ends at the end of the tunnel, where the body pulls the door open. Inside is a room. Bodies of men and women are hung, suspended from the ceiling with ropes and hooks.

AAAAAAAHHHHH!

[Stop shouting, I almost jumped!]

A young man, barely 20, rushes forward and shakes the body’s hand with much enthusiasm. “I am always honoured to service you sir.”

“Hello to you too. Please check this body first.”

“Yes, this way.” The room of bodies gave way to a few beds. Ginger Root lies the body on an empty bed, the eyes pointing upward.

“Sir, we are about to begin checkup. Please leave the body.”

And Walid lose consciousness.

SYNCHRONISING NERVOUS SYSTEM... 100%

SYSTEM ERROR? ... RESOLVING... 100%

MUSCLE MOVEMENT? 100%

AUDITORY SYSTEM? 100%

VISUAL SYSTEM? 100%

TOUCH INPUT? 100%

STARTING AUXILIARY FUNCTION...

AUXILIARY FUNCTION ON. ERROR?

...

...

NONE. SYSTEM STARTING.

Walid finds himself still unable to control his body. The body is strapping some belts and pouches.

Wait, what time is it?

[10 am. We have a mission. Rescuing hostages.]

Wait, I am not a soldier!

[I am. Sit tight, you’re my mecha. Switching off auditory output, Auxilia HI.]

Wait, don’t shut me... And Walid can only see and think, not form words. The eyes emits a small screen of the ginger root. His face like an odd, jagged, jack-o-lantern, but Walid doesn’t feel a thing from it.

[I need you to listen closely. I am on a high risk mission to rescue fellow, well, ‘ginger roots’. They are stuck in some continents away. You must trust me that I will bring us alive okay.]

Walid would like to say yes, if only from desperation.

[We may get injured. Yes, even me in this cockpit. You will have extra functions in the fight, but mostly for your brainpower. Just remember, even if you lost all four limbs, you can be repaired.]

[Switching on auditory output, Auxilia HI.]

I thought I was human! Well... if I survive whatever comes, I need a lot of questions answered.

[OK, fair enough. I need to concentrate, so... Switching off auditory output, Auxilia HI]

Ginger Root meets with a few other people. Men and women, they are well-equipped with weapons and body armour.

“Listen up, our hostage situation has turned sour. The kidnappers decided not to further negotiations, and will kill all hostages this midnight. We have to save them. We do not have to kill all of the kidnappers, but we will kill anyone standing in our way. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir!” Their voiced are lowered, but their voice are filled with fire.

“Good. We Drive Humanity Forward...”

“... So Our Survival’s Assured!”

The team raced to a truck and is driven to an abandoned building. There they dismounted and fan out to secure the perimeter. “The police has been notified of our mission and they will not stand in our way. If you see any uninfected policeman, rescue them. Reports shown that some are held hostage after a failed assault.”

“Our target is 200 meters southwest. We will have to secure a rooftop entry, Damit. Then, Hamidah, Rizal, Shafwan, you three enter first and get a foot hold. We will enter as soon as it’s clear.”

The team races to the top of the abandoned building. To the southwest, they could see three men chatting and drinking coffee on a rooftop balcony. Damit scopes with the sniper rifle. “Three men, mostly bored.”

“Are they armed?”

“No, I don’t think so, Ikhlas.”

Walid knows the name doesn’t refer to him, but Ginger Root. Ikhlas eh?

Ikhlas looks intently with a binocular. “They are, I could see their rifles resting on the wall, behind the sitting man drinking.”

“What’s the plan?”

“Shoot the sitting man first. Then the two.”

Damit pushes the sniper stock close to his shoulder, aims at the sitting man’s neck. He holds his breath, and shoots.

The sitting man falls on the rifles and the two other fumbles to grab their guns. Damit shoots their heads clean off with one shot.

“Double headshot at 200 meters. Easy gg lol.”

Damit sighs. “That isn’t how humans speak.”

Ikhlas writes down the kills. “I know. Still funny though. Shafwan, the rappel.”

Shafwan shoots the rappel rope with his crossbow. The bolt buries deep into the wall. Shafwan slides down first, with some equipment. The others slide down one by one, Ikhlas being the last. They switched equipment amongst each other, as they had carried others’ equipments too.

Walid sees the map screen appear before his eyes. Ikhlas gives the signal to huddle.

“Everyone have maps and possible enemies?”

Everyone nodded.

“We stick together. Rizal at front, Shafwan and Hamidah center, me and Damit behind. Get to the target, fight our way out to the ground floor. Then we evacuate.”

Ikhlas points at the door. Rizal rammed the door with the butt of his gun and the rest streamed in. They move quickly downstairs, but stop before the first door facing the stairs. Two gunmen gets out from the door, laughing along the way. Rizal throws a smoke grenade.

Instead of shouting ‘Boogies’ or something, the two writhed in agony. Their bodies twist and turn, coughing out blood and mucus. Soon, some organisms escape their mouth. It tries to wipe itself clean from the smoke, but it drops as it shouts a small screech of pain.

The two gunmen lays unconscious. Ikhlas’ team moves forward. A few minutes later, they are stopped by three kidnappers running to them. The team manages to take cover behind the walls as the kidnappers shoot to kill. They only stop to reload.

Shafwan takes the opportunity to shoot them in the head, but they do not drop. Instead, they keep firing. Shafwan remains unfazed as a bullet rips through his right upper arm. Some wires frayed out, but his movement isn’t hindered as he reload. Hamidah is about to throw another smoke grenade, but Ikhlas stopped her. Ikhlas waits until they reload again, and turns to shoot.

He aimed at the stomach of the kidnappers. They drop dead as soon as the bullet hits them. Damit moves forward and pumps another bullet in the temple to each of them. Rizal takes the forward position and the team keeps moving forward.

Rizal raises his fist, a signal to move forward. They stopped before the turn of a hallway. Rizal watches the other side with a mirror. “Four men. Standing guard.”

Ikhlas nods to Hamidah. She hands over a defragmentation grenade to Rizal. Rizal removes the pin and moves forward to throw it. The four guards points the gun at Rizal.

They centered their fire Rizal’s head, but Rizal ducks while throwing. Instead, his right arm is severely riddled with holes as the grenade flies. The four is about to jump, but the grenade explodes. The four disintegrated into the smoke. Ikhlas’ team fires forward, as Rizal slings his rifle. He looks at the uselessly hanging right hand. He rips it off. The fingers wiggle uncontrollably as the hand is separated from the body. Rizal holds his rifle on the left hand and joins Ikhlas.

Ikhlas leads the team forward. There seems to be no more kidnappers left. It’s... too quiet. Walid begins to feel uneasy. He wants to ask Ikhlas what is going on, but he can’t say anything. They entered an open courtyard, with doors flanking it.

The silence is finally interrupted a few minutes later. Two kidnappers storm out of a door, but Ikhlas manages to shoot them both before they could open fire. Ikhlas is about to walk forward to the target area, but he is suddenly thrown away by an explosion. Ikhlas almost lands at the other side of the courtyard wall.

A large man, about 9 feet tall appears before the team. Rizal fires his rifle at the man’s face. Its face is chipped away as the bullets ricochet off from the metallic skeleton. The rest pumps their gun dry to the robot. But all their bullets do not even dent it.

Hamidah jumps to give the man a flying kick.  Her shin hits his neck. The man calmly grabs her leg and throws her straight through a wall. Shafwan jumps to the man’s shoulders, stand on it, and pumps a new magazine worth of bullets between the chest and the shoulder blade. The man grabs Shafwan and slams him a few times. Sounds of twisting metal can be heard from Shafwan’s body as he tries to stab and sever the wires in the robot’s hands. The robot throws Shafwan and he is impaled on a pole by the left chest. Shafwan tries to remove himself.

The robot is shaking, it finds itself hard to straighten its body. The robot walks to Shafwan, but he isn’t as fast as he was a few minutes ago.

Rizal and Hamidah pumps more bullets into the robot. But this time, they try to aim at the joints. Hamidah fires all her bullets into the left knee, circling to the front and back. The robot swings his fists to Hamidah but Hamidah can easily evade the robot. Rizal aimed at robot’s right shoulder. The robot turns his attention to Rizal and is preparing to launch himself to him.

The robot sprints towards Rizal. Rizal turns to run away, and the robot is running at full force.

Suddenly, the robot’s trajectory is thwarted by a shot to his head. Damit fires more sniper rounds at the robot. The robot turns and runs towards Damit. He holds his ground, but the robot still charges forward.

Ikhlas bodily throws himself at the robot, pushing the robot away. The robot is flat on its back, and Ikhlas desperately tries to reach his shotgun. The robot grabs him by the leg, and pulls Ikhlas towards him.

Walid feels all the past actions of his flood back to him. His killings of animals, his bullying of other kids, his angry rants against his parents’ He wants to say sorry for all he has done, and he can’t even say in it his inner voice!

Ikhlas the Ginger Root is sweating in its cockpit. He can feel all the anguish that Walid has. Added to his own, he is almost mad from all this. None of his training ever prepared him for this, and none of his experiences ever will. What can he do?

The robot tries to stand, but the connections in its body is too damaged to command his legs for the proper procedure. Instead, the legs dig into the soil erratically. The robot grabs Ikhlas by the neck and raises him up.

“Damit, its elbow!”

Damit aims at the elbow. The robot’s right hand plops uselessly as the bullet hits the joint but Ikhlas still can’t remove himself. He drags the robot’s right hand with him as the robot tightens its grip. But the grip gets looser and looser with each wire ripped from the robot’s hand. Ikhlas’ team gives the robot a wide berth.

The robot tries to stand up with its remaining appendages. But it only ends up wriggling and writhing.

Ikhlas looks for something in his back pouch. “Hamidah, you have anymore grenades?”

“I only have two, and it’s all used up.”

Shafwan has extracted himself from the pole. He hands to Ikhlas one smoke grenade.

Ikhlas throws the grenade to the robot, and it gives out a lot of smoke. When the smoke clears, the robot is still writhing.

“We have to deactivate it, it’s not an exosuit.”

Damit pumps a few sniper rounds to the robot’s left shoulder joint. Shafwan ties his bayonet to a stick and cuts all the wires from a few feet away, far from the robot’s grip. The robot’s hand almost come dangerously close to snatching the stick, but Shafwan deftly retracts it. Soon, the robot is uselessly moving its appendages. Rizal steps forward and jams his left hand to the robot’s neck. He pulls the here and there a bit, and soon the robot stops writhing. Its eyes loses its blue colour, fading to transparent black.

The hostages are brought outside by Shafwan, while Damit checks the perimeter. “It seems like all the kidnappers are dead or have fled. The hostages are just behind me.”

One of the hostages rushes forward to hold Ikhlas’ hands. Ikhlas raises his hands to meet it, but the right hand doesn’t budge.

The hostage looks at Ikhlas’ right hand. Shee shakes her head, but then shakes Ikhlas’ left hand vigourously. “All you have risked your lives to save us. I assure you, the High Root will reward your team well.”

“Thank you, madam, but we aren’t necessarily in the clear yet. We should get out of here quickly.”

They allow the hostages to leave from the front door. The police receives them and hands them to the healthcare unit stationed behind the blockade. Ikhlas’ team goes to the back gate. Along the way, they passed through one of the guard’s body. One being of goo is breathing weakly as the body writhes weakly.

“This... isn’t... over... We... will... be... victors...”

“It never is.” Ikhlas shoots the goo with his pistol.

The team gets into the extraction truck. Rizal holds his severed hand, while Damit ogles Shafwan’s large hole in the chest. Shafwan slaps Damit’s hands as he try to touch his dangling wires.

[Switching on auditory output, Auxilia HI.]

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!

Aaa... Aaa... Aaa...

Walid could hear a small screeching on the screen. Is that the ginger root shouting too or the echo in the suit?

[Well, any questions?]

Lots. Wh... Well, what the fuck? I’m a robot? Was my memory real? Did I signed a waiver? Why does all this have anything to do with me?

[Your body is a robot. Your mind is from a human brain, taken from your body. You signed a waiver, but it’s because you are losing all use of legs and hands. It had nothing to do with you, you are just my mecha. Your service to us is how you pay back for the surgery. You also get some money on the side, but from bonuses or bounties.]

Bonuses? Bounties? So I am what, an army equipment? Whose army?

[Yeah. You’re a medium grade military equipment. We are the military arm of Court of Mother Zingiber, Grand Commandery of Lady Goddess Halya of Earth. We have branches in other planets. But in recent centuries, battles are mostly forged here.]

[That goo organism you see is one of our enemies. Just call them Oozes of Doom. As if we want to call them by their regal name, hah!]

So, what happens to me?

[You will be repaired of course. I always intended for you to know about this sooner or later. Having a human on our side helps us to blend in. We can mimic human behaviour, but we aren’t always successful.]

This is too much for me to take in now. You’re in charge I guess, Ikhlas. But can I ask one thing?

[What is it?]

I want to be conscious to see the repairs. I need to see for myself what I am.

[Okay.]

Ikhlas takes the body down to The Doctor. Walid sees the ginger root climb out of his abdomen. The Doctor sets up the machinery as they chat. The language isn’t like any on Earth, so Walid stopped bothering to listen.

The Doctor then starts checking Walid’s right hand. He massages the hand to find where to slice, and starts slicing. Soon Wires are pulled out, reattached, and returned into the body. The Doctor continues with repairing the rest of the bullet injuries. Finally, the damaged body tissue are removed and pastes of new body cells are placed on spots.

The operation as a whole is quite soothing. Walid doesn’t feel any pain, and The Doctor’s movements are as smooth as silk. Soon, Walid’s body is as good as new. Walid extends his right palm to Ikhlas and Ikhlas creeps on to the palm of his hand.

“So that’s how I got my muscular body.”

“These days. Even before the surgery, you’re rather muscular.”

Why I didn’t remembered that? But Walid remembers another thing.

“Why I didn’t feel pain during the firefight just now, but I felt pain from my fall yesterday?’

“Pain reception can be switched on and off. Usually when we take over the body from you, we shut off the pain reception so you won’t go mad from it.”

“Can you make it stay off?”

“No, we want to blend in, and includes you having to feel pain in normal life situations. Can I get into your body now?”

Walid shrugged. “Sure.”

The ginger root presses some buttons on a small key that he holds. Walid’s stomach split into two, and door hinges opento both sides. A small podium with a seat extends out. Walid places his palm before the podium and Ikhlas takes his seat. He presses a button, and the podium pulls back in and Walid’s stomach closes shut.

Walid can move his body again. “Hey, Ikhlas, you there?”

Yeah. Enjoy your bodily autonomy for now. We may be called for next mission later.

Walid sighs. Now he has two jobs, one a part-time back breaking work, and the other a part-time body-breaking work. At least this one has good healthcare benefits.

The team is escorted by The Doctor to a door. “Well, this is goodbye for now. I am always honoured to service you. Your pay will be sent to your accounts by this week. And here are the MCs you require should your bosses question you.”

Walid takes a piece of paper from The Doctor. An MC from... Yang Yang and Co. Clinic?

Walid fishes out his handphone from the pocket. Funny how it survived the carnage. Walid hails a Grab and lets the car carry him to his flat.

[justawriter17-blog]

8 months following KoA and somewhere in between ACOFAS

Chapter 1~

The wind whipped by her ears fast as that of the Staghorns as Aelin Ashryver Galathynius raced down the halls of her newly refurbished castle. She could hear the screech of her mate Rowan angrily echoing down the ginormous halls as she loosed another hearty laugh and dodged a few passing servants. A white spot appeared in the corner of her eye as her partner in crime, Fenrys, raced by in his giant wolf form and she could see a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he held the brick of pink dye in his mouth. She was about to shout as Aedion and Lorcan came from the shadows and were able to snag Fenrys but she was a little too fast for them and raced onward as Fenrys' howl of anger and Aedion's barked curse at her floated to her ears. "Dammit Lorcan let go of him we need to catch her or Rowan is gonna kill us!" If Aelin wasn't running as fast as she could she would've doubled over in laughter at the thought. She raced down hallways and past servants and guards alike before her fae instincts screamed at her too late as Elide popped out of nowhere and Aelin slammed headfirst into a wall to avoid running into the Lady of Perranth. "Gods Aelin you're going to kill yourself one day and leave us with a kingdom to run!" Elide ranted while frantically checking to see if her queen was ok. "I'm fine I'm fine I need to go before-" Aelin stopped as a flash of light and an angry pink haired fae warrior was snarling with 500 years' worth of wrath in her face. "Heeyyy Rowan I was JUST looking for you to ask you about-" "Why in the seven burning rings of hell is my hair PINK?" Rowan asked viciously. Aelin scoffed, "And why pray tell are you asking me about that?" She asked innocently. Aedion and Lorcan appeared from down the hallway hauling Fenrys between them who made himself a dead weight so as not to be brought to justice. "Aelin our plan is totally safe I didn't tell them it was your idea." Aelin slapped her face ~Gods Fenrys is a horrible whisperer~ she thought to herself and tried to think of a lie to get out of this one. "Before you were about to say whatever your smart-ass mouth could come up with why did you have to drown my golden locks also?" Aedion whined, upset while fingering his poorly done pink ends. "Actually that was all me." Lorcan sniped out before Elide slapped his head and dragged him off somewhere. "Well what a happy ending I'm just going to go occupy myself elsewhere." Aelin chimed then ran away to angry fae grumbles while giggling to herself. Times are peaceful now almost a little to boring, and she knew she should kick herself for thinking that but as Aelin remembered that promise her and Rowan had made to themselves on the boat in the middle of the ocean to savor the peace, she didn't think it would be this boring. Pranks on Rowan were the things her and her sadistic court lived for but it really didn't stop the churn of adventure living in her chest. Ahh the crown room Aelin thought before striding into the locked chamber which housed her crowns as well as the crowns of some fallen enemies such as Maeve's which she now stopped before. "No stop!" She could hear Fenrys' pleas in her ear as Maeve stepped towards her iron coffin to inflict whatever hell she decided was to be done today on Aelin's body. Stop she told herself. And as Aelin shook away those painful memories she reached out to touch that beautiful cruel crown. As her fingers grazed the pure gold around the ruby diadem warning bells pealed in her blood just as they had when she touched the wyrdstone and just as she was about to pull back a light flashed and everything went dark.

~~Chapter 2~~

Azriel smirked at his court as Amren was mere seconds away from splattering Cassian against a wall for whatever pig like statement he had just made which had Mor turning red and Rhysand howling while Feyre looked on annoyed. He was about to chime in with a quip of his own when one of his shadows tickled his ear and he stood up abruptly snarling. Everyone at the table silenced as Rhys asked, "Az what is it?" "I don't know stay here." "Wait I wanna co-" Cassian's statement cut off as Azriel walked into the shadows and appeared outside of the crown room Rhys had once brought Feyre too. He winnowed into the glow worm lit room with Truth-Teller drawn and was easing out his sword from behind his back when he heard the groan of discomfort from the corner hidden in the most darkness. He sent shadows over only for them to be blown back by a wave of blue fire as a golden haired blue-eyed High Fae female stood up on shaky legs with a confused gleam in her eye. "Who are you why are you in my throne room?" She demanded with a snarl in her voice. "I should be asking you that." Azriel snarled with just as much venom. "You shouldn't be questioning me at all since I am the Queen." Aelin remarked while tossing her hair over her shoulder in cool indifference while taking the chance to observe the fae male and her surroundings. "Wait why do you have wings." Azriel noticed the blood had drained from her face as she noticed his bat like wings poking from behind his back as he said, "I'm an Illyrian and we skin intruders alive whether they're supposed queens or not." "Supposed my ass I fought and nearly died for my crown as the rightful heir of Terrasen thank you very much." "What's Terrasen?" Azriel asked with caution. As another shocked look passed across her features he could indeed sense the dominance that flowed through her veins and was about to ask another question before the door was blown open by Cass and Rhys. "Azriel what the he-" Cassian was saying before he noticed the the beautiful and dangerous looking female. "Who are you and how did you get in here?" Rhysand asked and Azriel noticed the way her eyes roved over both of them and she deemed Rhys more of a threat than any of them in the room. Smart girl he thought as she turned around and asked, "Why do we go over these things I'm pretty sure you don't know as much as I don't know." She retorted and smirked as Cass choked on a dark laugh. "Well I'm the High Lord of this court and you've interrupted my dinner so I will kindly ask for you to walk with us down the hall." Rhys said and the girl looked him up and down and said, "I'm a Queen I'm not told or asked to do anything." It was Rhys' turn to look baffled as he said, "Queen?" And she nodded her head. Azriel could see the look on Rhys' face as he probed the girl's mind and told him and Cassian in their heads" She's telling the truth. She is a queen of a territory called Terrasen and has never heard of Prythian or the Night Court." Azriel kept his face a mask of composure while Cassian blurted, "You're really a Queen? That doesn't make sense this is Prythian there's nothing I've ever heard of called Terrasen." Azriel inwardly groaned as the girl's face drained of all color as she quietly asked, "What do you mean you've never heard of Terrasen?"

Chapter 3~

Aelin kept her hands hanging loosely to her sides as she walked down the hallway behind the loud Illyrian-Cassian and checked the corner of her eye to make sure the other one- Azriel- was where he should be without making subtle movements. She noticed the light reflected off of the red walls and looked out one of the many windows to see a beautiful city with a gorgeous rainbow jutting out of the crystalline waters. She's never seen any city that could compare to the beauty of this place. "You should see Velaris at night this is nothing compared to after dark." Aelin glanced over to where Rhysand was watching his city with adoration on his face and glanced towards her and smiled non threateningly. "I've never seen any city like this . The only one that comes close was a city that was held by a demon queen and I encircled it with my flames after she whipped my friend." Aelin could see Cassian's head whip towards her as he asked, " You encircled a city with your fire? How big was the city?" "Trying to see how strong I am are you?" Aelin asked smirking. "Well if you must know I did and several other faeries were trying to put out my fire and that city was much larger than this one." Aelin watched as him and Azriel casually let their hands fall within reach of their weapons and edged closer to Rhysand. "Calm yourselves guard dogs I'm simply telling part of my story." Aelin laughed a little bit and was about to continue onward when she realized she didn't know where she was going and with a chuckle Rhysand resumed his escort with his hands in his pockets. They turned a corner and Aelin was greeted with a sitting room filled with light and she scanned the area just to be stared down by six other fae. "My court you see. That one eyed red haired male is Lucien, the female and her sister next to him are Elain and Nesta. That short evil thing over there is Amren with the silver eyes, the weird blonde girl over there is my cousin Mor and the most beautiful person in this room in my totally unbiased opinion of course, is my mate and High Lady Feyre." As Rhysand introduced all of the fae in the room they gestured or nodded with still wary looks in their eyes. "Rhys who is she?" The High Lady-Feyre- questioned him. "Why she's the Queen of Terrasen of course." Aelin laughed as an annoyed look flashed over her face. "And where exactly is Terrasen." Feyre asked her now staring directly at her. "Honestly I don't know. I was in my crown room one moment then here the next." Aelin answered while also staring right back at the female. The whole air was uncomfortable for the next few minutes with alot of staring until Rhys said, " Ok I've told you guys the full story can we stop this nonsense." "What do you mean you told them the story there was no talking." Aelin said and looked at everyone who indeed looked as if they had been having a group discussion. "My cousin can read minds and talk through them. How about you and me go get ourselves rip-roaring drunk this has been a weird day." Aelin looked to where the blonde-Mor- was standing and said, " Finally something that makes sense." Mor walked over grabbed her hand and they winnowed out to Rita's. "Well I'm wanted at the Summer Court. Have fun sorting this one out Rhysand." And with that Amren winnowed herself away. "So what the hell do we do now." Lucien questioned Rhys who said, "We try to get our dear friend Aelin back home."

Chapter 4~

Lysandra walked down the hallways softly humming to herself. The dinner bell had just been rung mere minutes ago and she was still a while off before she reached the massive dining hall. She thought about what would be served tonight as she glanced down at the polished marble floors and back up to the walls that were covered with various paintings depicting the war or Aelin. She sure does love looking at herself Lysandra thought. A sound pricked at her trained ears and she shifted into a fae form and jogged a little down the hallway to see the fae males of her court spread out in the dining hall snarling and upset. "Ok boys what's going on dinner not on time?" She joked before her husband Aedion appeared and she noticed his pink ends. "Aedion if you'd wanted to dye your hair I would suggest purple it suits you more." She joked before he snapped out, "Aelin's missing." "What do you mean she's missing." Lysandra said while scanning the faces of Lorcan Fenrys and Elide. She had yet to spy Rowan but she guessed he was out soaring and seeing what he could see above the castle. "Its been hours since we've seen her last and the scent trail Fenrys picked up led to the crown room and ended in there." "What do you mean ended in there? What is there some secret chamber like Dorian's castle?" Lysandra snapped and Aedion smiled a bit as he said, " I wish but we looked everywhere even Lorcan pitched in." "Pssshhh who are we to trust him he probably said he looked but was eating some soup instead." "Hey I looked don't insult my loyalty to my queen." After Lorcan said this everyone paused and looked at him disbelievingly. "Lorcan it's not nice to lie sweetie." Elide chimed in innocently and Lysandra had to clamp her lips to keep from laughing, as Lorcan snarled a little. "I've notified the guards and just came back from asking the wolf tribe in Oakwald but they haven't seen her either." Fenrys said as he leaned against the table and ran his fingers through his golden hair. "I wonder what in hell she's cooking up now." Fenrys said just as a window was blown open and Rowan flew through and shifted neatly before standing in front of their assembled group. "Why does she always feel the need to disappear?" He asked just a little to calmly. That was indeed stress that Lysandra could see darkening the planes of his face. "I bet she's just cooking up some scheme that's going to make us all keel over and die finally." Aedion joked and clapped Rowan on the back. "Besides she's a big girl she can handle herself." Fenrys also chimed in with a forced lightness. At that Lorcan nodded and walked out with Elide just steps behind him saying something too quietly for Lysandra to hear. "I'll go and look through the town." Lysandra offered to no one in particular and Fenrys said "Oh I'll join you we need to get Aedion's purple dye." Aedion's snarl floated towards their ears as they scampered out laughing to themselves.