#i think if u got up close u could see his little red pupils spinning n refocusing

[mail-me-a-snail]

sometimes the dot under vance's eyes remind me of the white spots on the back of a tiger's ears

i don't think he got them for the same purpose though. it just looks cute. snif

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

Hell. (Lucifer Kris Wu/Yifan x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con and fucked up twisted shit. You are legal in this. Read at your own risk.

"Mmm…" She hummed and smiled, nuzzling into the much older man and inhaling his scent while he held her tight to his chest. "Oh… I should get going now~ I have class in an hour~" glancing at the clock on the bedside table, the girl sat up slowly with a pout.

"Get going?" Yifan chuckled at her before grabbing her ass and pulling her into him, clicking his tongue. "Nah… you'll stay here with me like my good toy now~" Y/n looked at him and giggled, taking the covers off to her to get out of bed.

"Chill dude… we just met like last night. Don't expect anything only because we fucked. You have a looooong way to go if you want to impress me…" Before she went to step off the bed but her hand was captured in Yifan's much bigger one.

"Impress you? Tsk. You're branded as my belonging now that I've fucked you, finally. You're mine now. Nobody and nothing can get you out of my world now, you're officially a satanist after you opened your legs for The Devil. You're nothing but my fuck toy now." His lips brushed against her ear as he chuckled to himself. "You don't have a choice."

Turning around to look at him, Y/n started struggling as she got creeped out. "U- Uh… okay… weirdo… I really gotta go now~" trying to back away, she tried to break out of his grip. Her friends were right. Maybe single older men really were fucking nutjobs.

"You're not going anywhere!" Yifan's complexion darkened before horns grew out of his temples whilst his hair turned white and back to its original length which was til his waistline. "I came up here looking for a new toy as the last one…" He sickly grinned. "Anyways. I've found you now and have decided that you'll be my little slut from now on." Y/n was shaking as his pupils disappeared, blank white eyes staring down at her now.

"O- Oh… m- my fucking G- God… n- no way…" She whispered, only causing the man to laugh at her. "H- Holy fucking shit-" she was cut off when everything around them started to disappear, as of they were standing in a tornado, their surroundings starting to spin before getting distorted to the point where Y/n's human mind couldn't decipher it anymore.

"Welcome to your new house, my pet." Yifan mightily spoke when it finally stopped and they were standing in a dark hall now that was illuminated by an unknown source. "There's only one rule for little slaves like you. Behave well, get treated well." The man- fucking Devil's voice was so much deeper and inhuman now, his tall frame growing even more as well as expanding.

"T- This can't be real… th- this can't be real!" Y/n shook as she looked around, her senses numbed whilst she knelt in front of him, the shock too much for her legs to still work.

"Tsk. It is real. Very real. Since the beginning of time. And now you're a part of it." His teeth seemed sharp, almost like fangs.

"They're awaiting you in the court, Father." Y/n jumped when she heard an even more inhuman voice from behind, making her gasp and stagger towards Yifan when she looked back at the abomination of a creature standing behind her, staring at Yifan through its plain black eyes.

It was a literally mutilated half bull and half human looking thing. Her head was spinning.

"I don't condone a pathetic little human like you being disrespectful to my people!" A harsh kick landed in her side, making her groan in pain. "Pathetic fucking slaves like you show respect and please their owners. Tsk. Apologize!" He boomed while glaring down at the shaking human, expecting her to just suck up the fact that her one night stand had turned out to be The fucking Devil and had brought her to Hell. "Apologise, I said!" A whip appeared in his hand before he controlled her mind, making her get on all fours while crawling to the creature that was waiting silently. "I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!" Before the whip made of lightning whipped her back, making a whole jolt go down her back.

"I am sorry! I am s- sorry, Master! P- Please forgive me!" The girl shook while crying, the mind control forcing her to kiss the creature's animal-like feet. "I didn't m- mean to-! Please!" When Yifan landed another whip, she cried out in agony, holding the creature's feet desperately.

It only nodded in response, silently saying something in a language of whispers and hissed she didn't understand before it left.

"Good slut." Since her ass was in perfect view, Yifan kicked it from behind, making her let out an embarrassing yelp before he grabbed her hair. "Now. Let's go and introduce you in court." Starting to walk swiftly, the Devil basically dragged her against the rough floors by her hair, his own feet in the air, almost.

It wasn't long before they reached two huge doors made of gold which instantly opened for Yifan, a huge courtroom like that of a king inside. Y/n felt her heart beat getting even more erratic when The Devil started to drag her inside, causing her knees to start getting torn now, all the creatures standing on either sides almost impossible to decipher by a human mind.

"This, my people, is my new toy and slave!" Lucifer announced as his people cheered, letting go of Y/n's hair in the middle of the court and ascending up the stairs and onto his throne, sitting like the royalty that he was. "But this pathetic little human here thinks she can deny me and disrespect our kind!" Everyone let out angry hisses and groans, speaking in that one language she didn't understand, making her let out a sob.

"We must teach her a lesson now, shouldn't we?!" Everyone cheered in response, rushing to the screaming girl when their Ruler nodded at them, pulling and pushing at the smaller body from every direction. Y/n wanted to call out for help to no one in particular but her tongue froze upon The Devil's power.

The human was on the verge of knocking out but she couldn't, forced to take all the slaps, pushes, pulls, pokes and abuse. Yifan laughed like a maniac. "Now now, don't touch her little privates. That's mine~" her slits closed up. "Take her elsewhere until I am done with court, we have important business to do here~" and with that, those creatures dragged her out of court.

She couldn't speak, she couldn't run, she couldn't knock out and she couldn't die.

.

"That's enough!" After what felt like days of turmoil, Lucifer finally stopped those creatures that had destroyed Y/n's body again and again only for it to heal again. "Come here now…" Grabbing at her arm, he pulled her up to her feet as her slits opened up again, gesturing at everyone to leave before he looked down at her. “Have you learned?” The human had no choice but to nod in desperation, ready to do anything to not go through the turmoil those God forbidden creatures put her through.

“Good.” Before her brain could decipher any of it, they were standing in a huge room and a heavy door was shutting behind them, The Devil throwing her naked form on the bed before his own clothes disappeared. “See, I am not a bad Master, my slave” crawling on top of her, he deeply spoke before kissing her cheek and then her soft lips. “Not at all… I take well care of my toys and play with them all the time but…” Dipping his middle finger in her mouth, Yifan picked her up and closer to him by snaking an arm around her waist, plunging his middle finger in her pucker and making her cry out wordlessly as she couldn't use her tongue.

"But for good treatment you must show good behavior, my little toy…" Kissing her lips harshly, he tortured her asshole before his red and hot tail slipped in, replacing his finger as he kissed and bit at her tits now. "Fuck… you're so tight and soft" Yifan grunted and rubbed his balls against her soft folds, healing her hymen back up just so she could bleed when he plunged his huge cock in, moaning even more when he felt it's shape in her stomach.

The human wanted to struggle and scream but instead let out moans under compulsion, her body betraying her mind and making her try to ride him more and more, the shape of his manhood very clear to see. Y/n hated how good her pussy felt because of his compulsion.

"You like this, don't you, my little pet? Tsk. Look at you! Being raped by The fucking Devil and enjoying it!" He smacked her cheek before gripping it and kissing her deeper, pushing his tongue in her mouth and entering it in her throat, gripping her neck and feeling it, moaning loudly in satisfaction while pumping his cock in and out of her pussy whilst his tail toyed with her ass.

"Look at you! Shaking and crying like a needy little slut!" Gripping her hands, he pinned them above her head and licked at her tears with his now long Devil tongue, thrusting harder and harder, her holes expanding more and more when the girth of his cock and tail was increased by him.

"That's right. You're mine! My toy! My little slave! That's all you are and will ever be good for! Fuck!" The human couldn't help but helplessly nod and moan. She was powerless.

And Yifan wasn't done just yet. They had a long way to go before he'd be satisfied for the day.

[vannyvancan]

"mr assassin" Roommate!Shinsou Hitoshi X F!Reader Part 2

Part 2 of your Roommate/Assassin!Shinsou is here! First of all I wanna thank y'all for liking the first part so much! In this part we go deeper in darker theme of it, so just a fair warning.

my masterlist. Hope you have a great day and happy reading!

Tw for : Assassin!Shinsou theme, female reader,  gun usage, slight insecurity, NSFW for the most part on the later chapters, drug usage, corrupt government talk, harrasment

Day five of living with your new roommate. He hadn't shown much of an interest in harming you...

That was swell.

You huffed out a breath of relaxation when the realization hit, but not also that, things weren't as bad as you expected! The thought you'd get a nasty roommate who would leave much more bigger mess than you was on the mind... but he seems to be the one who cleans as well? A welcome surprise indeed.

Shinsou was an enigma, waking up early at five am, neatly sorting his clothing and coming back late at 11 pm, he didn't seem restless, which could only mean he probably has a second accommodation where he rests and eats as well. It also explains why he only had one bag with him which you had decency and never saw what was inside. Besides...

He had given you a glare yesterday when you stared at it for long with those white pupils of his.

Even though he was soft spoken, he always managed to find a way to poke fun at you before he left. Granted, you were quiet surprised when he made you a french toast every morning! He barely knows you, but you were grateful to have found a roommate that in one way or another showed his gratitude. Afterwards, you felt obligation to one up him and return the favour. Now dragging your dear friend out, you giggled at the phone text from Uraraka as she immediately started spewing jokes about your potential 'future' with him.

„What an idiot.“ You grinned to yourself, walking down the street to the meeting place, you were about to go shopping with her, you still had to supply yourself with comfortable winter clothing.

„Y/N!“ Uraraka's voice reached your ears.

„Hey! Long time no see!“

„Very long time indeed!“

Uraraka rushed her step to give you the biggest hug there was. She was the sweetest friend and was always there for you no matter the circumstances. Now both of you dragging yourselves in the clothing store

„You just got off from work right? How was it?“ She asked, looking at time, it was now 5 pm.

„Tiring, its even worse because they fired colleagues before summer so now all of us have extra hour of work.“

„Oh no. But at least you will be rewarded more no? More hours equal more pay.“

„Nope, it's the same job in the end, they just extended work time.“ Frowning at the work contract on the mind, it was a very high chance it will drastically change soon as well.

„It's very... bad.“ You nervously laughed as you walked together.

„One time they fired someone from storage, only to replace them with boss's relative. By law its forbidden, but they made up a name for the new position that does the same job in storage. So it seems valid, but its not.“

„Ah... it happened here as well, but uhm.“ Uraraka started

„Hmm?“

„There's been some disappearances from our parent company, we are having a bit of a rescheduling on our own as well.“ Uraraka nervously chuckled and scratched the back of her head, it was quiet obvious there's been some action going on on her end as well.

„But enough about that, how's Shinsou~?“ She teasingly leaned in and poked her pink cheek.

Your mind shifted to the now roommate, the intimidating figure had you stuttering for a second. Obviously, Uraraka shouldn't of hung out with Mina so often back in college days, because it was so obvious she wanted to pull out some flustering on your end as well. Her curiosity especially hit the peak since she heard your voice hit higher notes when talking about him.

„I-I.. U-um. Okay, fuck! I can't!“ Both of the palms now covered your face to hide the embarrassment.

„Ahah! Is he that hot? You didn't react like that for so long!“

„Shut up!“ You huff out „It's enough that he made a toast for me yesterday, now I don't know how to return the favor. I want to get close to him, but he's unapproachable.“

The brunette put a finger on her lower lip in deep thought.

„Maybe if he's so busy, you can make him little lunches in a box, since he's so busy.“

„Uraraka, that's so childish.“

„It's not! You have to show him your soft side! Poke around, maybe he likes it.“

„My soft side?“

Grimacing as she advised, you were afraid of getting your feelings hurt. Now hesitantly picking up shirts and pants from the shopping stand, you managed to pick decent clothing for the upcoming winter before the prices skyrocket, it was expensive already but you managed to find something cheap. Your eyes trailed to find a plain white scarf, it was really nice quality, and rather cheap, but the sudden thoughts redirected to Shinsou as fingers tried out the material.

Maybe its not a bad idea to try and open up, you'll try but there should be equal effort on his end as well. Now snatching the scarf from the stand, you both bought your things and left the store, suddenly being nudged on the shoulder by the pink cheeked individual, you let out a relieved laughter while walking home for today.

...

„No, no! Please, Spare me!“

„I'm afraid job's a job.“

„No, please! My wife-!“

-SNAP-

„... Operation successful, returning to the main area. Prepare for body disposal.“

„Roger that Mindjack.“

On the broad daylight, Shinsou had eliminated yet another target for today, this time it was a business man whose life spiraled down in gambling addiction, the man who had hired him said he owned too much and knew too much to be kept alive.

Drugs and gambling went hand in hand, it was no different that the client probably had some shady stuff going on on their end as well. Shinsou had to keep his eye open on this one as well.

„Dispatched him quickly?“ Shoto came by side to Shinsou while adjusting dark gloves on.

„Yeah.“

„Good. Let me help you up.“

Several moments later, a truck came by to pick the dead body up, Kirishima's disguise as a trash driver made both of them cringe for a moment, but quickly brushed it off as Shoto and Shinsou threw it away. The cleanup crew should get rid of their traces now, all he has to do is get away as fast as possible from here. Shoto and Shinsou entered in the truck and drove in silence.

„You blocked the spot quiet nicely Shoto! Made a nice clearing for Shinsou to execute.“ Kirishima praised

„I merely blocked the parking lot. I don't see it being worth a mention.“

„Man, but missions like these always for newbies rely on stalking and timing. And this was perfect.“

„Nothing is perfect in this line of business.“ Shinsou ripped off his gloves and cracked his own neck to relieve tension. „Karma will hit you back hard if you don't know what you are doing.“

„Yeah yeah, it isn't very manly if you're in it just for cash, I mean... I'm rooting for justice and y'all, don't go thinking I am blind to what you guys are doing.“

Shoto and Shinsou fell silent. It was hard to swallow the truth, the car ride to the safe house wasn't long, soon Kirishima hit the brakes and came to a stop to the small abandoned storage house on the outskirts of the city. Shoto jumped out to take care of the body while Shinsou assisted with it, after they were done, Kirishima checked the contract for the job well done and handed the payment. A block of dollar bills now in their hands, the digital transfer of money would raise eyebrows in eyes of banks, so the money transfer was best if it was physical.

„Here you go boys! Boss says that the next contract is gonna be handed out tomorrow, you are free for the rest of the evening.“

„Tomorrow already?“ Shinsou asks.

„Yeah, what did you mean with that question?“

„I was thinking of looking into the client of the previous contract. Do some research and possibly eliminating him.“

Kirishima clicked with his tongue while Shoto huffed out and fiddled with the block of money in his hands.

„Sorry man. Solo contracts wont get you money, and gateways like us wont help you since we put too much at stake. You are on your own if you are gonna kill someone who is off the list.“ Kirishima explained

„Why would you even do it?“ Shoto asked, „Its not like the guy did you anything bad.“

Before Shinsou could answer Kirishima pat his back two times before turning on his heel to store his equipment away and head home himself for today.

„Mindjack has always been like that, even before you started working with. He sorta goes off on his own at times, seeking who needs killin' and who doesn't. That's why we hired you Shoto.“

„Can't blame me for doing what I think its right.“ Shinsou lowered his head, „All I need is time, That's why I was taken aback when a new contract was announced for tomorrow.“

„Alright alright, Mr. Assassin. You'll get your time. Someday. For now, this handsome manly man is going to go home for tonight! I'm going to get myself some hot bath.“

„See you Red. I'll be going too, Goodnight Mindjack.“

The departure was short, Shinsou took his bag and changed clothes before heading back, the bad smell could of easily rub off on him and he didn't want you to start speculating things. Even though he mostly ends his victim's lives in a way where no blood can be shed, it was a close call when she started eyeing the bag yesterday. He hated it, but he had already planned out way's to kill the roommate he was living with for any situation if she found out his true work.

'I don't need any of you to help me in my solo hunt.' He thought to himself, putting his black leather jacket on and helmet, he checked out his surroundings before revving up his bike and driving away.

The evening was busy as people were going back from work, it was 6 pm after all and he was stressing out on the fact that he will have to see his roommate. Maybe he could take a spin? Or start investigating on his own, but he didn't have time, he needed it. Rumbling of the bike eased tension he had from the committed crime, but only barely. As he came to a red light he slowed down and realized he was shaking badly, he knew it was not only from the setting sun and chilling air slowly creeping in, but also of stress. The realization that he might get caught always hit him harder after it settled in his mind. He inhaled deeply and eyed the nearby passengers. His eyes land on a woman in distance he never thought he would run into.

It was you, and you have been on your way to the flat with things you've gotten. The fact you saved up on the flat made you relax and indulge in the little shopping spree with Uraraka and groceries. You smiled from ear to ear nevertheless the tiredness creeping on you from the day.

„Mm...“ You sighed and rolled your shoulders.

„Maybe I'll make the thing she told me.“

You honestly looked like a happy child after realizing now that you have a roommate who pays for half of the expenses, you have extra cash to buy for things and make food at home. It wasn't a big deal to go out and buy something since it was cheap to buy a box of instant meal, but you wanted to cook your own food for a long time now. As you looked in the grocery bag and already beginning to think of the recipe you'd think for it, you suddenly bumped onto a stranger who didn't quiet follow his surroundings either. The harsh impact almost made you fall behind flat on your backside, but you managed to find balance. 'How rude-!' you thought.

„Ah-! S-sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you sir-„

„Watch where you are stepping wench-! I swear, women like you need to fucking know their place and stay at home.“

Excuse me?

Since when did this idiot have any right to find you to get his frustrations out?

You frowned at his sentence, knowing better not to engage with a random incel on the streets at evening hours, whose breath reeked of beer and bad hygiene, you decided to clutch your bags and pass by him hurriedly.

„Don't fucking ignore me!“

„Hey! Let me go!“

The man captures your wrist harshly and doesn't let go, now pulling you towards himself, he makes your belongings and your body stumble forward. His other hand wrap around your waist and starts dragging you along with him. Trying to shake yourself away only resulted in him recapturing you. He started laughing and you only now realize he quiet probably meant to bump into you.

He was trying to kidnap you-

„I said you are a bitch! Now you'll know your place-!“

„Let me go!“

Closing your eyes, the strong grip bruised your wrist and you yelped in pain, Your eyes veiled with tears as his disgusting sweaty hands found their way on your thighs to try and attempt to carry you, but the hold that was on you was suddenly broken free and a strong impact of a punch made the man fall flat on the ground. You were quiet sure you heard something broke as well.

„Agh! Son of a-!“

The adrenaline spiked in your veins and you immediately snapped out of it to see what was going on. Another hand rested on you almost protectively, you raised head to see a dark dressed figure that was very familiar. You were quiet shocked to find Shinsou held you close to his chest, wasn't he supposed to work until very late? You hear his quickened heartbeat and deep breathing as he gazed into the eyes of an attacker. Clutching onto him, you immediately felt more sorry for the drunken individual that had attacked you. Hooded eyes with dark eye bags were visible with blood rush, he stared down at his victim like a prey.

„I honestly can't believe how uncool you are, attacking a woman.“ He tilted his head on the side „Piss off before I do anything worse.“

The drunkard scrambled to his feet, he held onto his nose, groaning in pain inflicted by just his one punch.

„You fucker-! You broke my fucking nose!“

He charged again at Shinsou and you. This time, Shinsou quickly dispatched him by a high kick in his stomach, stealing all the air from his lungs. He hunched over and fell flat face forward, deeming him now unconscious. Your mouth went agape at his form, even though there were no visible passerby's, the drivers could certainly call police and at any moment and both of you would get caught.

„Shinsou!“ You panicked, finally reacting at the scene.

„Come on, lets get the hell out from here. He's bad news.“ He pat your shoulders and helped you scramble the bags that were on the ground.

He led you to climb on his bike that you were quiet hesitant to get on at first, he didn't let you get acquainted as the time was limited and you let out a noise of protest at first.

„We have no time, grab onto me.“ He revved up his bike and it rumbled.

„You just gonna escape like that!?“ You asked „What gives he's not gonna blame it on us? The police-“

„Police is not going to do shit.“ He glared at you „Unless you want to call them right now and deal with this sort of mess on Thursday evening, be my guest.“

You whined again, thinking thoroughly on his words you knew he was right so you followed his orders. If anything Shinsou was a witness if both of you ever end up getting caught. Holding onto the bags in your hand, you decided it was a better option to leave. Now climbing on you adjusted yourself in back of seat, the view in front of you were of his back, now starting to get illuminated by the street lights. He smelled nice, despite it being closed off by the leather jacket, his vibrant purple hair was flattened by the helmet, and you couldn't shake off the thought that you were about to hold him. You let your left hand slip around his stomach while your right one grips his shoulder.

Fuck, he was solid.

The gas made you back up a bit and grip on him tighter as he violently sped forwards to escape the scene. You hid your face in his back and held onto dear life. You weren't acquainted with bike's, most of your life was spent driving in cars and public transport, but you were quiet thankful to have him tell you when to lean on sides as you took turns.

„Just like riding a bicycle“ He claimed.

You relaxed after he talked more about it, there was something about him being calm in this situation made you very thankful. If he hadn't shown up...

Well, you wouldn't like to think about it.

He slowed down and stopped as the lights turned orange, then red, he took this opportunity to check on you. Shinsou leaned back and turned to you.

„You okay?“

„Y-yeah, still a bit shaken up about it. I... think I'll be fine. What about you?“

„I'm good.“ He replied shortly, his curt expression not giving anything else away.

In his mind, there wasn't anything he could do to help, the thought of comforting a victim was very alien to him. He could manage dispatching the person quickly, but he would rather much leave a therapy session to others. There was something about how he emotionally closed off himself that helped him do what he was working for, but it was never in favor when someone needed emotional support, like you right now.

His thought process was interrupted by a white scarf now gently falling around his neck.

„Your facial expression doesn't quiet match your body language Mr. Shinsou. Here, have this, your body is shaking.“

„What is this?“ He asked, tenderly reaching for the soft white fabric and letting the warmth of it settle around his neck.

„Its a scarf... I was planning on giving it to you. You are a good roommate to me.“

His eyes lit up at the realization, his knee was thumping up and down in nervousness from what he had been overthinking about, whats wrong with this woman? Is she going to be the one giving him the therapy session? He better not go soft now. The light turned green and you took a last turn to your place and he parked nearby. Both of you got off and he helped you by giving you a hand and with the bags.

„You didn't have to.“

„That's not true, I had to! I know work's probably putting a lot of strain on you just like mine is, and I know you mean only well, hell, you've been cooking an extra toast just for me.. and now you saved me.“

Both of you came to a stop as you entered the building. You sighed a little bit as words of gratitude escaped you

„And I just want to say.. Thank you."

Wide eyed like a kitten, he seemed so innocent if he didn't act so suspicions all the time. But this time you were so happy on seeing your roommate warming up to you. He was speechless for a solid second, he raised the scarf just a little bit to hide his mouth and nose.

Was he blushing?

"You really think that huh?" He asks, it was a simple question, but it got you stuttering madly and you looked onward, taking big steps as suddenly your flat was the lifeline of a place to be in right now. Shinsou himself didn't want to admit it but looking at you being cheerful after the events set his mind at ease.

"O-of course! A-and don't think that that you are ever a bad person, whoever is telling you bad things at work... They are wrong, because you are actually a really nice person... I think." You said without looking back.

„Now you are just sprouting nonsense.“ He chuckled and followed closely behind.

„Come on! I'm gonna cook us dinner. We are gonna feast.“

[gamergirl929]

A Night To Remember (Kelley O’Hara x Reader)

Anonymous Request:  Hi!! Can I request a fic about giving Kelley O’Hara a lap dance? thank you in advance (if you choose to do this request lol) YOU’RE AMAZING ❤️

This was in NO WAY planned to be a Kelley birthday fic,  but honestly, it falls into place so perfectly, so think of this as a belated story for Kelley’s Birthdayyyyyy! 

THERE’S SMOOT IN THIS ONE, SKIP IF IT’S NOT YOUR THING. 

If you would’ve asked Kelley O’Hara what she was doing for her birthday, the LAST thing she’d guess was renting out a bar with her teammates, a bar full of free drinks and the usual USWNT shenanigans.  

“Seriously, I’m 32 years old, why am I letting you blindfold me, why did I let you talk me into this?” Kelley growls as Alex shoves her into a seat, the forward grinning as she ties the blindfold around her head.  

“Oh, calm down.” Sonnett ruffles her hair, earning an eye roll from the defender, even if she can’t see it.  

“Yeah, you know you want to see what happens.” Megan yells from the bar.  

Kelley huffs, knowing full well she was curious about what the women had in store for her.

She realizes a split second too late what was going to happen, music filling the air as someone pushes her legs apart.

“Oh Christ.” Kelley mumbles at the feel of someone dancing in front of her, her hands finding purchase on, what she realizes, is a woman’s waist.

The defender’s cheeks flush as the woman’s hips roll, Kelley’s mouth drying at the feel of it.  

Kelley rolls her eyes at the wolf whistle Tobin lets out, hearing a more, mediocre whistle that she knows came from Emily.  

“YEAH GET IT!” Ashlyn yells, Kelley’s cheeks flushing even darker as the woman straddles her waist, rolling her hips.  

Kelley’s breath hitches as the woman rolls her hips in a way that makes her core embarrassingly throb, the woman’s eyes wide when she hears a breathy chuckle, a familiar chuckle.  

Hands settle on her shoulders, the hands gentle, whereas the woman’s hips roll wildly.  

Her forehead rests against Kelley’s the defender’s eyes widening as she tears her blindfold off her face, the woman realizing her suspicions were correct, and it was in fact Y/N, who is currently straddling her lap.  

“Uhh...” Kelley swallows hard, her eyes locked with yours as you continue your dance.  

“You know I’m the best dancer on the team.” You wink, a scoff sounding from the bar.  

“I BEG TO DIFFER.” Crystal yells and you snort.  

“Then get over here.” You trap your tongue between your teeth, sending her a smirk, the woman holding her hands up in surrender.  

“Noooo thanks, seems like you’ve got it under control.” Crystal sends Kelley a stealthy wink, the defender’s cheeks flushing.  

“What do you think?” You whisper in her ear, the defender’s eyes fluttering shut. 

“You’re asking me to think right now?” She snorts, swallowing hard when you flip around in her lap, your ass grinding against the front of her pants.  

“I need to know if I’m doing a good job, may quit soccer and become a dancer.” You jest, the defender growling as she wraps her arms around you.  

“You better not.”  

You laugh.  

“Oh, why not? Would you miss me?” You ask, turning in Kelley’s lap, the woman’s brown orbs locking with your Y/E/C orbs as she cups your cheeks.  

“Of course, I would.” She whispers, her eyes shining with something you’d seen before, something that makes your heart skip a beat.  

Your eyes search her face intently, noting the slight flush of her cheeks and the way her pupils dilate when she looks at you, her eyes glassy from the effects of the alcohol.

“YOU’RE BEING PAID BY THE HOUR.” Emily yells and you scoff, giving her the middle finger, swiveling your hips, your eyes widening when Kelley leans her head back, her breath catching in her throat.  

You bite your bottom lip, a familiar sensation forming between your legs that makes your cheeks flush even darker than they had been before.  

Kelley core throbs as she stares into your Y/E/C orbs, her eyes nearly as black, as your own.  

“They’re literally about to fuck right here.” Emily mumbles, yelping when Lindsey flicks her in the head.  

“Shhhhh!”  

At the sound of Emily’s yelp the two of you pull apart, the defender frowning when you leap from her lap, rubbing the back of your neck as you clear your throat.  

“S-Sorry... I...” You shake your head. “I need a drink.” You mumble to yourself as you move towards the bar, Kelley craning her neck, taking a deep breath before she stands.  

“Yeah, me too.”  

                                                              ***

The first thing you feel when you wake the following morning is your head, throbbing painfully along with the rest of your body.  

You stretch, hand smacking something beside you, well, more like someone.  

“Hey, why did you hit me?”  

You sit up abruptly, as does your currently bed fellow, your head spinning as as your blurry eyes settle on Kelley, the woman staring at you with wide eyes, the woman almost entirely bare.  

It’s then you realize that you too are almost entirely bare, your cheeks and body flushing.  

“Holy-”  

You start, Kelley finishing your train of thoughts moments later.

“Shit.”

The two of you remain still, unable to move as your minds race, trying to remember the events from the night before, but the hickies covering your neck tell a story all of their own.  

“I-

You’re unable to keep your eyes locked with hers, instead, your gaze falling to the woman’s bare upper body.  

Kelley’s eyes widen, her cheeks blood red when you abruptly turn away, giving her the opportunity to do some staring all of her own.

You can feel the defender’s eyes on you, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you turn back to her, catching her ogling you shamelessly.  

“Do you remember anything?” You ask, pulling Kelley from her daze, the woman shaking her head.  

“N-No.”  

You’re unable to bite back a smile, a smile that makes Kelley’s eyes narrow.  

“So, you can’t remember how good I was?”  

Kelley scoffs, loudly.  

“If either of us was good, it was me.”  

You hum, Kelley’s eyes widening when your eyes run down her front.  

It takes a moment for your head to catch up with what’s happening, but when it does, you realize you’re on your back, Kelley hovering over you.  

“I-I wish I could remember...” She confesses quietly, your tongue swiping at your lips as you cup Kelley’s cheek.  

“Me too.” You whisper, smiling when Kelley leans into your touch.  

“Wh-Why?” She asks nervously and you smile, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.  

“I-I’ve wanted it with you for a long...” You pause. “Long time.”  

Kelley stiffens, her demeanor making you want to back pedal, but you don’t, resulting in Kelley’s hand moving to cover your own.  

“Y-You have?” She asks in disbelief and you nod, sitting up, completely uncaring the fact that the two of you are nearly naked.  

“I’ve wanted more with you for a long time Kel... I just, never had the courage to tell you...” You chuckle nervously.  

“I guess since I’m still a little drunk, I’ve lost my filter...”

Kelley laughs, turning her head to kiss the center of your palm.  

“What if, what if I wanted more too...?” She whispers against your palm and you smile, sitting up.  

Your fingers tangle in the hairs at the base of her neck, gently guiding the woman forward, giving her enough time to pull away before your lips meet.  

Kissing Kelley O’Hara is more than you ever thought it would be, more than your imagination could have ever cooked up.  

Her lips are soft, yet firm, tender yet strong.  

Kissing her feels like coming home, the kiss shared between you two feeling like the first of many to come.  

The two of you part momentarily before you’re both leaning in, your fingers tangling in Kelley’s hair as the kisses intensify.  

It’s when Kelley’s tongue flicks against your bottom lip that your lips part, the defender’s tongue brushing tentatively against yours.  

To say fireworks, go off when your tongues meet would be an understatement, Kelley’s tongue eagerly meeting yours again and again, chasing the feeling of dynamite bursting in your chests, the feeling shooting straight to your cores.  

The two of you abruptly part, your eyes wide as they search one another’s face for any sign of regret, when you find none, Kelley climbs on top of you.  

You lick your lips catching sight of the damp, darkened patch of Kelley’s boy shorts, the woman’s excitement apparent.  

“Do you want me to stop?” Kelley asks, eyeing you hungrily and you shake your head.  

Kelley inhales sharply when you roll the two of you over, the defender now flat on her back.  

You duck down, burying your face in her neck, nibbling on her pulse point, the woman craning her neck to expose more of her flesh to you.  

You lick a line up her neck, nibbling at her jawline before your lips brush her earlobe.  

“Do you want ME to stop?” You ask, the woman scoffing.  

“You better not.”  

Kelley cries out when you pull back, your fingers brushing the apex between her thighs.  

“I won’t, not when you seem so excited.”  

Kelley pouts, her cheeks flushing.  

“Shut u-

Kelley’s unable to finish her sentence, her words turning into a moan as you teasingly rub the damp spot on her boy shorts.  

“What was that?” You ask teasingly, the woman’s brows furrowed in pleasure.  

You take pity on her, stroking her even harder through her bottoms, the woman’s breath hitching the faster you rub.  

“Y/N...” She moans, gasping when you start to palm her chest, teasingly brushing one of her erect nipples with the pad of your thumb.  

“Like that?” You ask, throatily and Kelley nods.  

“Y-Y-Yeah, just like that.”  

You watch intently as Kelley’s facial expression twitches, brows furrowing as her mouth opens and closes, the woman lost in her pleasure.  

Watching her face twitch and contort in pleasure is a drug, a drug you immediately become addicted to, wanting to see it as much as you possibly can. 

Kelley’s eyes flutter open, revealing her no longer brown, but now black orbs, the woman’s lips parting in a soft moan, wanting to get a visual of your reaction. 

Your breath hitches, your fingers pressing harder against her, resulting in another, breathy moan.  

“Fuck.”

The two of you chuckle when you realize you’d uttered the same sentiment, both leaning in at the same time, your foreheads resting against one another.  

Your lips meet again and again, as your fingers pick up speed, Kelley’s lips parting in a moan.  

“Right there?” You ask, the woman’s hot breath puffing into your open mouth.  

“R-Right there.”  

Your foreheads rest together, your noses squished together as your fingers work between her legs, the woman’s boy shorts soaked.  

Kelley’s arms slip beneath yours, her nails digging into your back as she rolls her hips.  

“D-Don’t stop.” She begs, gasping when your hand slips in her boy shorts, the woman’s brown orbs flashing open, locking with your Y/E/C orbs.  

The second your fingertips brush Kelley’s clit, with no barrier, she cries out, ducking down to bury her face in your neck as your hips roll.  

“Y/N!” Kelley cries when she feels your fingertips tease her entrance, the woman’s bottom lip trapped between her teeth.  

Kelley’s eyes remain locked with yours as you slip one finger inside of her, the woman sighing loudly as your digit explores her tight heat.  

It’s when your finger curls that you start to feel Kelley’s walls fluttering around your finger.  

You smirk, slipping your digit out of her before adding another, the woman covered in a thin sheen of sweat as your fingers start to move, a crinkle forming between her furrowed brows.  

You curl your fingers in just the right way, earning a breathy, high pitched moan from the defender’s open mouth, the woman’s hips rolling sloppily.  

“I-I’M-”

Kelley is unable to finish her sentence before her walls are clamping down around your fingers, the woman’s body stiffening before her body convulses violently.  

Your fingers slow, your eyes focused on the writhing woman beneath you, a woman who’s completely lost in her pleasure.  

Kelley’s hips slow before her body eventually sags, the woman panting heavily.  

You slip your fingers out of her as tenderly as you can, the woman gasping, eyes zeroing in on the way you suck your fingers clean.  

“F-F-F-Fuck.” She grunts as you fall onto the bed beside her, the woman curling into your side.  

You grin smugly, the woman rolling her eyes as she slaps you in your bare stomach.  

“What?” You chuckle, the woman bumping her nose against your neck.  

“Wipe that cocky grin off your face.”  

You shrug, smirking cockily instead.  

“Is this better?”  

Kelley groans, rolling over on top of you, the woman growling as she leans down, her lips hovering inches away from your own.  

“I know how to wipe that smirk off your face...” She smirks and you hum.  

“Oh yeah, how?” You challenge, smirk widening.  

“Like this...”  

Your eyes flutter shut as your and Kelley’s lips meet again and again, a night that began with a lap dance ending in a much higher NSFW way.

                                                              ***

“Kel, you couldn’t just puke on the floor so we could clean it up, you had to puke on me!” You groan as the two of you stumble into the hotel room, Kelley giggling loudly.  

“Well, if it makes you feel better, got some on me toooooooooo!” She slurs, the woman pointing at her shirt.  

You lock the door, turning around just as Kelley is jerking her shirt over her head and undoing her bra.  

“Kelley, put your clothes on.” You slur, the defender scoffing.  

“Pantie partyyyyyyyyyyy!” She sings as she shimmies out of her pants and dives into bed, in nothing but a pair of boy shorts.  

You shake your head, giggling as the woman rolls around.  

“Come on Y/NNNNNNNNN! It’s funnnnnn!” Kelley cackles and you shake your head, shedding your shirt, bra and jeans with an eyeroll.  

“Sit still Kelllll!” You groan as you flop onto the bed, the woman instead rolling on top of you with a snort.  

You howl with laughter as Kelley bites your neck over and over again playfully before she eventually stills.  

“Kel...” You give her a shake, shaking your head when she lets out a snore, the woman fast asleep.  

You yawn, wrapping your arms tightly around her.  

“Happy Birthday idiot.”  

                                                              ***

You wake with a start, sitting up so fast that you wake the woman beside you.  

“Wh-What is it?” She asks, still half asleep her eyes narrowed.  

“We weren’t naked because we slept together, we were naked because you puked on me.”  

Kelley’s eyes widen, her cheeks flushing blood red.  

“Wh-Wh-What about the hickies...?” She stammers and you snort.  

“You kept biting my neck like a weirdo and we both passed out...”  

Kelley chuckles, shaking her head, her eyes wide.  

“S-So, that was our first time...?” She asks, cringing internally, hoping your reaction is a positive one.  

“Yeah, it was.”

The two of you fall silent again, that is until Kelley finds the courage to speak.  

“D-Do you regret it?” She whispers, terrified of what your response might be.  

You turn towards her abruptly, your eyes wide.  

“Of course not, I could never regret anything with you.” You whisper as you cup her cheek, the woman’s eyes closing as she leans into your touch.  

"I meant everything I said last night, I’ve wanted to be with you for a long, long time...” You whisper, gauging her reaction, the woman grinning.  

“So...?” She hums, your brows furrowing in question.  

“So, do you want to try... To uhhh... Be together...?” Kelley glances away nervously and you snicker, the woman’s nervousness endearing.  

“More than anything.”  

Kelley practically tackles you, the bare woman on top of you as she surges in for a kiss, your lips meeting tenderly over and over again, the two of you giggling wildly.  

You eventually go silent, breathing heavily as you stare into one another’s eyes, both grinning.  

“So? Did you have a good birthday?” You ask, the defender beaming as she leans in to press a kiss to your lips.  

“The best.” 

[rose-wine-selfships]

Aphrodisiac

A Fated Encounter 

Atsushi Nakajima x Christina Avila

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Atsushi was way down on his luck. After arriving a little too late to see the rest of the Agency take care of the little problem (the Port Mafia) that invaded their workspace, he decided he needed to find a way to stay in this place altogether. He absolutely loathed the feeling of being so helpless while the rest of his co-workers took care of all the action that happened during the heated moments. Akiko, Kenji, and Kunikida took care of them with ease, while it made him feel even more of a burden if that were possible. More than that he wanted to prove to these people that he could do something...anything to prove himself a worthy human being capable of fighting his own battles too!

 Breathing out a deep, disappointed sigh he leaned back into his leather bound chair at his own basic cubicle. He glanced down at the small green plastic cover, a small green lamp, and a splayed array of basic work pens with leftovers of unfinished contract papers to unionize himself into the current organization. Atsushi knows he has to finish those papers soon. But after feeling so mentally and emotionally fatigued from today, he decided to push them away and covered his face with the palms of his black fingerless gloved hands. Trying anything to convince himself to think about anything other than the ridiculous amount of paperwork he has to sign to officially become a member. 

“A-ts-u-shi kun~...”

His head instantly perked up and shiny golden irises stared back into the mischievous mahogany eyes of the original shaggy-haired owner, Osamu Dazai. 

After blinking for a moment, Atsushi’s eyes instantly narrowed suspiciously and he let out another groan,” What do you want Dazai-san?”

Dazai’s grin instantly gets wider and more visible as his pearly white teeth come into full view. It was what Atsushi called his, “wolf grin”. And he certainly emulated the perfect,”wolf in sheep’s clothing” impression down to a T. Dazai decided to get closer to his young accomplice and unpredictably spin Atsushi around in his chair to face him and pull him instantly closer to him. Atsushi yelped in surprise upon the contact of Dazai gripping his black chair armrests almost for dear life.

“Since you told me you felt useless because you can’t control your ability it got me to think about something. We actually have a member in our agency that can perfect the way she can control her ability almost down to an art form. Her name is Christina Avila, and she has quite a talent for controlling it as well as befriending people of all backgrounds. She has an amazing sense Atsushi-kun, and I’d love for you to meet her straight away!”

“ Really? “ Atsushi tilted his head in confusion ,” I never met the woman before. How do I know you’re not making this up?”

“Actually,” Kunikida spoke up,”she is quite real. She’s actually our counselor and life advisor here at the Armed Detective Agency. She doesn’t come out often because most missions don’t require her specialization. However, when it comes to high pressure or hostage situations with troubled people, she’s absolutely perfect for the job as a negotiator. Avila-san is very good at getting people to open up, be confident in their ambitions, and help others be the best versions of themselves. ” 

Kunikida smiled fondly before continuing,” I remember when I first met her. The poor young lady was so flustered yet pleasant to me. She did everything possible to help me out with the paperwork Dazai left behind every shift. I can’t be any more grateful to at least have someone JUST as hard-working, responsible, and dedicated as I am.” 

The blond, glasses wearing, pony-tailed man shifted towards Atsushi and replied further,” You’re in good hands Atsushi. I don’t always agree with what this ‘ suicidal maniac’ says often,”

“Hey!” Dazai retorted while puffing his cheeks out childishly.

 “ But in this case he’s right. It would be good for you to make constant appointments with Avila-san. In fact, I’ll contact her right now.”

Kunikida made a beeline for his desk before quickly pressing the red button next to the small intercom he had at his incredibly tidy workspace. The button made a sharp buzzing sound before the speaker turned on instantly.

“Yes?~” A pleasant, high-pitched voice replied over the speaker.

“ Are you free now Avila-san?” Kunikida questioned.

“ I should be on break. Why?” the woman giggled with her last question.

“ Because I have a newcomer for you in your office. His name is Atsushi Nakajima and he’ll need daily appointments to make with you regarding ability control.”

“I’m on it. Send him over!” Christina chirped over the intercom.

As soon as Kunikida lifted his pointer finger off the little red button, Dazai snuck up behind the silver haired boy and pushed Atsushi with both arms all the way over to the other side of the hallway. 

“Wh-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He screeched in a panicked confusion. 

“Helping you get to Miss Chrissy’s office!~” Dazai counteracted nonchalantly, using every bit of his upper arm strength to push the bewildered tiger boy as quick as he can to the closed office at the end of the hall next to where the workers lounge was at.

 As soon as they both reached the end of the hallway, Dazai quickly dashed away yelling a bye and good luck to his unhinged pupil. Atsushi just stared at the door a moment before yelling back obscenities at his mentor for dragging him around like this. He leaned his forehead towards the door with a slight sweat running down his face from potential nervousness and a hint of fatigue. The young man could clearly see the shiny metal plate adorned on the center of the wooden door reading,” Christina Avila, Counselor and Life Specialist” translated in both English and Japanese. Atsushi drew in a quick breath before gently rapping on the door.

He didn’t hear anything at first, so the silver-streaked young man pushed the door slowly open before stuttering out a couple nervous hellos. Atsushi was completely unprepared for the sight before him. In front of him was a very pretty, dark, curly long haired woman in her 20′s. She was wearing a beige sweater with buttons, a low-cut pink top, small pink scarf, purple midi-skirt, with a pink floral headband and rectangular red glasses that further accentuated the features on her freckled, round face. Her hooded eyelids had a luminous pink eyeshadow that went well with the shiny, small, yet plump pink lips that obviously shone with lip gloss. Atsushi could definitely tell she was a natural beauty underneath all that make-up, but even more so when he noticed how her figure was positioned at her work desk. 

Both of her shapely legs were propped up on the top of her work desk, and he could clearly see her dark brown tights that clung deliciously to them with the pink ribboned kitten heels that had small white puffed laces on the back. Christina had the makings of a petite Marilyn Monroe in terms of a voluptuous figure. Large breasts, a small waist, and an equally large derriere with matching thick thighs and hips with her midi skirt barely peeking up the the top of her mid thigh. She didn’t notice him coming in at first. Christina had been preoccupied with using her small white gloved hands to hold a pocket mirror in one hand, and putting on her tinted lip balm in the other.

Atsushi’s eyes widened as she lined her luscious bottom lip with the sweet smelling lip balm. Seeing her doing a basic lip lining act somehow became the most intimate, personal, and indirectly erotic thing he’s ever seen. All the blood rushed to his head, as well as ‘other’ areas too. Feeling oddly uncomfortable seeing her like this, he gulped loudly and pressed his right hand towards his lips, darting his eyes away. 

Christina heard him gulp loudly and jumped a bit in her seat. But as she saw him fidgeting around a bit at the doorway, she giggled at his reaction and beckoned him to come over to her visitors chair with a motion of her hand. Putting away her pocket mirror and lip balm in her desk drawer.

“Come on over my dear, don’t be shy.~” she said sweetly before batting her eyelashes a bit.

‘Dear?’ Atsushi’s head began to spin from being called that and let out an involuntary happy whine that almost sounded like a big cat chirping. He quickly made it over to the chair before sitting awkwardly in the cushion, legs clenched together, palms pressed together and soaked with sweat. For the next minute, he couldn’t speak. Atsushi mentally berated himself for being so silent. That he could only stare at the brown haired beauty queen in front of him for only a few seconds before his dilated golden pupils glued themselves to the floor.

“ I heard all about you, you know? Atsushi Nakajima, the wonder boy of the Armed Detective Agency. Now,” she mused as she went through his personal files on the top of her desk,” I heard you can shape-shift into a tiger am I correct?”

Atsushi couldn’t do anything other than just nod his blushing head silently to her questioning. 

“However, I’ve also had multiple reports from Dazai-san that you can’t quite control your ability yet. He’s done a good job at recommending me though.” Christina stood up for a moment before walking over to the front of her desk and pushing herself to sit on top the desk cross-legged. Making direct contact at him, she bounced her top leg back and forth in a playful manner.

 “ I’m quite the pro at controlling my ability, often to the benefit of others around me. Now, I want you to look at me for a moment, please.”

He slowly looked up at her, a little lost in thought while soaking in her voice. 

“ I think you have a gift Atsushi-kun, and you need to cherish it because it will always be a part of you. Now I’m going to help you embellish this gift of yours because every ability needs to have their own brand of touch and control upon themselves. But I’ll need your help too. You need to help me push yourself further than just controlling the were-tiger. You need to also master the stages of your ability, and make it your own masterpiece. Treat your ability lovingly, like an art form, and you have the entirety of life at your fingertips. I know you can do it Atsushi-kun. What do you say?” She persuaded in an impassioned manner, a smile tugging at her lips mirthfully.

Atsushi’s eyes widened again, this time with a strong emotion. Determined to shine through and somehow make this lovely lady in front of him proud. After a good few seconds, his mouth twitched into a lop-sided smile complimenting the current dark blush on his cheeks. His eyes softened and became half-lidded with a sparkle uncommon to his features. 

“Sure.” his voice wavering into a softened tenor tone.

“Good! Let’s meet up again same time tomorrow, and I’ll get you started on lesson one for ability control!” Christina gently patted his right shoulder and gave a quick flirty wink before walking out of her office with a saunter in her step. 

The silver haired boy turned over in his chair watching her walk away before murmuring in an enamored manner,” I can’t wait...Avila-senpai.”

Dazai overheard in the hallway before giving a knowing smirk, proud of what he’s accomplished in getting these two together. He flips a yen coin in an absent minded manner and kept whistling a nonsensical tune until he disappeared from sight.

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(I wanted to do a ‘how they first met’ story so badly for me and my f/o and I’m so glad I finished it all in one night! Hope you guys enjoy it! - The Pink Prophet🌹✨)

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KISSING IT BETTER - (rwby) blake belladonna x reader

r e q u e s t e d “A Blake belladonna X female reader who can control the grimm?”  |[1,532 words]|

Y/N = your name

Okay, so it’s basically taking place before and during Beacon’s fall, and there’s no White Fang in this. There’s just Grimm attacking. 

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 “You be sure to win one for Beacon, okay?” Ruby asked, turning towards Pyrrha. “It’s what Yang would want,” Weiss added as she nodded while Blake and you sadly smiled.

 “I’ll… do my best,” Pyrrha replied. “I’ll be sure to watch tonight in case you’re picked!” Ruby affirmed.

 “Sorry, but I think I’ve had enough fighting for one year,” Blake said. “Ditto,” Weiss said. “How about a drink, girls? I know the perfect place,” you demanded. Blake nodded in agreement as Weiss responded: “Sure.”

 You all headed down the hallway. As you exited Beacon, Blake jumped on your back, hugging you close to her. It was something she didn’t do often in public, being a private person, but, considering the recent event with Yang, you understood that everyone was slightly shocked.

 You arrived to the fairgrounds shortly after. You led both girls to a small hut in one of the isolated spot of the fairgrounds. It was a small cafe bar with a screen permitting the clients to watch the tournament’s fights. It probably wouldn’t have been easy to find if you didn’t know where to look for. You sat down in the seats as the barman nodded his head at you and Blake in acknowledgement. He served you your usual. Blake took a green tea while Weiss chose a black coffee.

 “How do you know this place?” Weiss asked, looking around, dumbfound. “We found it during one of our dates, some days ago,” Blake informed. You nodded: “We were walking around the fairgrounds and we just accidentally passed by the path we just used. We found this cafe bar. Ends up that the owner is lesbian herself and mostly choose this isolated spot for the LGBT+ community to come relax if they ever need a drink or to be in a judgement-free environment.”

 “They’re also pro-Faunus,” Blake added as she took of her bow, ears twitching in delight.

 You giggle at one of Blake’s jokes when the screen of the television suddenly flashed red, catching your attention. Your eyes widened in horror as you saw the dismembered robotic corpse of Penny laying on the ground of the arena while Pyrrha, who had been her opponent, was holding her hand before her mouth in shock, looking terrified. The screen was red with a black queen chess piece hovering in the middle of it.

 Blake and Weiss turned to the live feed, both gaping at the scene before their eyes.

 “This is not a tragedy. This was not an accident. This is what happens when you hand over your trust, your safety, your children, to men who claim to be our guardians, but are, in reality, nothing more than men. Our Academies’ Headmasters wield more power than most armies, and one was audacious enough to control both,” Cinder’s voice resonated around the silent and scared arena, “They cling to this power in the name of peace, and yet, what do we have here? One nation’s attempt at a synthetic army, mercilessly torn apart by another’s star pupil. What need would Atlas have for a soldier disguised as an innocent little girl? I don’t think the Grimm can tell the difference.”

 Blake glared at the screen while you scowled. Cinder continued: “And what, I ask you, is Ozpin teaching his students? First a dismemberment, now this? Huntsmen and Huntresses should carry themselves with honor and mercy, yet I have witnessed neither. Perhaps Ozpin felt as though defeating Atlas in the Tournament would help people forget his colossal failure to protect Vale when the Grimm invaded its streets. Or perhaps this was his message to the tyrannical dictator that had occupied and unsuspecting kingdom with armed forces. Honestly, I haven’t the slightest clue as to who is right and who is wrong. But I know the existence of peace is fragile, and the leaders of our kingdoms conduct their business with iron gloves. As someone who hails from Mistral, I can assure you the situation there is… equally undesirable. Our Kingdoms are on the brink of war, yet we, the citizens, are left in the dark. So I ask you: When the first shots are fired… who do you think you can trust?”

 As Cinder finished her speech, the arena stayed silent. Suddenly, the feed ended and an alarm wailed throughout the Amity Coliseum. The screen flashed orange, ‘CAUTION’ was typed on it. “Alert. Incoming Grimm attack. Threat level: Nine. Please seek shelter in a calm and orderly manner,” was heard from an emergency announcer.

 You met Blake’s horrified gaze, reflecting your own. You got out of your seat as people were starting to run away. “I don’t believe this,” Weiss whispered, looking around as Grimm invaded the fairgrounds.

 Blake quickly took her Scroll out and called Yang. “Yang, are you okay?” the black-headed girl asked. “I’m fine, the blonde’s voice could be heard as she was obviously running, “Is Ruby with you? She’s not answering her Scroll.”

 “No, she isn’t,” Blake replied, brows furrowed, and Yang froze in her tracks, worry painted across her face, “Yang, I’m sure she’s fine. She’s our leader. She can take care of herself.”

 “This can’t be happening… Penny…” Weiss started. “I’m headed to the docks, near the courtyard, the Grimm are mostly around there,” Yang informed. That’s when growls could be heard from the other line.

 “Yang!” Blake exclaimed in worry. “Ugh! Gotta go! Be careful!” Yang said as she hung up. You took a look at Blake, noticing that she was heavily frowning. “She’s gonna be alright,” you whispered to her as you gently squeezed her hand. She nodded. Weiss turned to both of you.

 “What are we going to do?” the heiress asked. “We’re going to the docks, and we’re doing our job,” Blake declared. You agreed and all headed to Beacon’s docks.

 As soon as you stepped foot in the courtyard of the school, you were surprised by the number of Grimm there. Some Atlesian Knights were fighting the invading creatures and you remarked that a group of students were defending Beacon. You immediately recognized Teams JNPR, SSSN, CFVY and some fighters from the tournament.

 You started running towards the group of Huntsmen-in-training, who was a few yards away, when the Atlesian Knights turned red. Blake pushed you and Weiss to the ground as the androids started shooting at you. You got up, taking out your weapon and, with Blake’s and Weiss’ help, you took down the Knights. 

 You turned to both girls. “Go take care of the Atlesian androids. I’ll handle the Grimm,” you said. The girls nodded before running off to the closest Knights.

 You heard a deep gargled growl from behind you. You turned with a smirk towards the small pack of Beowolves. Just as one of them, who seemed to be the leader, leaped towards you, you lifted your hand in its direction. The Grimm froze just before you. You frowned in concentration as the other members of the pack stopped growling.

 You smirked as you realized that you Semblance had taken effect. You had discovered, in your early teens, that your Semblance consisted of controlling the creatures of Grimm. Surely, this amazing ability had its downside as well.

 The more you used your powers, the more you would tire rapidly. You were slightly more vulnerable when using them as your energy would concentrate on controlling the Grimm. Another problem was that you couldn’t control any monsters you wanted. It was more difficult to control an old Grimm, than a youngling. You could control more of them if they were young as well.

 It was still a pretty useful Semblance to have in case you were outnumbered. You made the Beowolves you currently were controlling attack the Grimm and Atlesian Knights. That’s when you spot an Alpha Beowolf heading your way. You let your hold over the Beowolves go to focus on taking control of the Alpha.

 You muttered a short ‘come on’ under your breath as it resisted your psychic hold. Suddenly, you were hit by a giant robotic mass. You were sent flying to the ground, spinning uncontrollably. You grunted in pain as you hit the ground hard. You heard someone cry your name.

 “You have got to be kidding me!” you heard another yell out. You tried to look towards the voices, only to be hit by a wave of dizziness. A hand gently landed on your shoulder. You blinked, finally recognizing Blake. “Y/N, are you okay?” she asked worryingly, looking you over.

 You simply nodded, slowly getting up. You looked back at where you had stood earlier to see Weiss fighting an advanced Paladin. “We have to help Weiss,” you said as you gripped your weapon.

 You were about to ran off when the Paladin suddenly froze, before deactivating and falling to the ground. “Or we can do this too…” you commented. Blake chuckled lightly: “I’m glad you’re alright.”

 “Well, now that I’m thinking about it, I’m kinda hurting there,” you smirked as you pointed to your lips, “Maybe you could kiss it better.”

 “Hm, I don’t know, can I?” Blake wondered. You pouted and the girl laughed before planting her lips on yours. You separated, smiling as your foreheads rest against each other.

[beet-rootesoupevodkabanya]

Post-apocalypse military AU.

Well, dear Feli, next part of our AU is here. One day... One day I promise to gather it all in a decent work. And post on AO3 finally. 😜✨ Actually the day passed as crazy as it began. At first - Yakov with his "love marks", then message from border controllers that blond woman is trying to cross it. Of course it was Miss Nikiforova who lost her way and somehow was managed to walk rather long distance by foot. It caused another stupid mess of calling here and there to make someone to take her to the city finally. Then - walking with Makkachin. And then Snow King simply called his Private Guard to watch the sunset from the wall. Like why not as long as weather is still fine. Walking on the wide path of the wall top and watching Victor cuddling Makka time to time, Yuuri couldn't get rid of the feeling his General is just trying to delay the moment he'll stay alone with his thoughts. Despite of all joyful mood he radiated. But still... When he thought Yuuri didn't see him, his smile faded away uncontrollably. [No, Private Katsuki, U shouldn't. U shouldn't invade into personal emotional space... Fuck it.] Maybe it looked insane and stupid. Or childish. But right in the middle of lazy talk about nothing Yuuri clumsily hugged his commander from behind: - Can I... Please... Stay with U for sleepover. I don't want U to be alone. [How. Pathetic.] But cold fingers covered his hands softly. Burring face into Victor's back Yuuri more felt then saw his slow nod. General stayed still caught off guard by embrace. Didn't move with closed eyes and didn't smile anymore. Only when Makkachin whined tugging Victor's sleeve they both noticed the sunset is already over. - Sorry... - muttered Yuuri, not really knowing what for. Of course he violated all possible subordination and rules during this day. But... He was used to be a disappointment already. (At least as he personally thought...) - Well... As long as we can't move the chair to continue watching the sunset, let's go back. - Snow King snorted again forcing out some joy. Yuuri smiled glancing at dark sky: - U really resemble me of him... - U think so? - commander raised a brow - Well... I don't mind. I always wanted my personal planet. If U'd be a fox, would U go with me? - Fox?.. - Yuuri's voice obviously darkened with sadness - Not a Rose but a Fox. Abandoned friend, not a love of your life... General Nikiforov stopped and turned to him, grabbing both boy's hands, weirdly serious despite of childish theme: - Friends can't abandon each other. Friends could have to go occasionally but they will always return. And honestly the Rose... The one U grew up from the little one and still endure all awful personality. It's called "child", U know. Yuuri raised his head realizing what was just said. Realizing. Realizing... Rea... [WHAT HAVE I JUST ASKED????!!!!] He stormed downstairs with burning face. "Love of your life".... How could it happen at all???!!!! Makkachin barked somewhere behind. Of course on the living floor General caught up with him. - Wait, Yuuri! [He could just order... And I'd have no choice but to stop. But he never uses it in daily life. U're weird General Snow King...] Cold hand grabbed Kaiyo's elbow: - U promised to sleep with me tonight! Boy from Safe Zone frosted on sport chocking with gasps. Not just red but already almost purple. Ice splinters looked puzzled. With soft innocent question. Then some suspect appeared into blue frosted depth... He instinctively pressed hands to the mouth but of course too late... Beautiful face flashed crimson red. Great General Nikiforov gasped helplessly staring into black abyss of Yuuri's eyes. And they both burst into laughter. Of course this left no possible way not to stay for sleep-over. Although it was too early to sleep... Of course it wasn't the first time Yuuri spent the night in General's room. He woke up here recovering from battle damage, being comforted after breakdown or even if he fell asleep in the living room being exhausted after trainings. General brought him here and he always felt revived in the morning. This man could seem airhead and even spoilt sometimes but actually had an amazing ability to comfort and give a new strength. Yuuri sigh. Unlike his commander he was able only to cause more troubles. At least he personally was sure in this. - Yuuri... - Victor's voice was soft - if U have any question - ask. I'll answer everything. They set on the window ledge. General's arm laid on Kaiyo's shoulder. It was dark already and they didn't turn the light on but even in gloomy room it was obvious how icy-blue depth darkened despite of radiant smile. He didn't want to talk. But still some part of him did. To Yuuri. Of course most of all boy from Safe Zone wanted to ask about Victor's past but wasn't sure it won't cause any pain. But still... How to talk about it? He frowned thoughtfully: - Honestly... I want to ask a lot. But the most important... - he raised his eyes on commander. - What can comfort U? What do U need to feel better? [Again just great, Private Katsuki. He can just laugh at your face answering:"Not U!" And he'll be absolutely right after all...] Quiet sound of General's breathing stopped for a moment. In short, almost invisible move he bended to Yuuri, softly kissed his forehead and turned away. With lips tightly shut and closed eyes. He didn't say a word for so long Makkachin already got bored and pecked them both with his wet nose whining. Victor opened eyes and caressed dog's ears. With usual tenderness but his moves and unblinking eyes looking through Makkachin were a kind of mechanical. - U want to know what was with that women. And why Yakov let her in. - His voice sounded weird. Just too normal. Even joyful. Beautiful talking doll from fairytales... - U don't have to...- Kaiyo tried to stop him but General's fingers desperately squeezed his shoulder. - Well... Listen... *************************** Factory on the end of the city had still released gray smoke. It exploded two days ago. But honestly they had no people, or time, or even energy to care of technical objects. And of human's corpses. Weird epidemic took away countless people. Like Black Death hundreds years ago. Problem was similar: Unknown virus. But this time it attacked not flesh but mind. Central neurological system stopped working properly. In a second victim lost all senses and ended up being locked in colorless, soundless prison of own body. Keeping traces of brain activity body still moved for some time. Blindly. Aimlessly. Most of eroded died simply because their uncontrollable moves caused calamitous accidents. Others who were under care of rare healthy ones mostly died from exhaustion. Because they were unable to eat or drink. Or satisfy other life needs. Of course there were hospitals... But lack of non-infected persons made it impossible- to care of all victims. And noone knew why virus didn't touch that rare ones. They had no choice but to leave corpses where they were just ruining buildings to bury them. The priority was - to save some of victims - that lucky (or not) persons who were infected but their bodies still worked. After toughest period health returned to them. But their memories were changed. At first it looked like a form of cryptomnesia. But then it became clear it's something else. ************************ Base of survivors was adapted in hurry to be a kind of hospital. The toughest thing was to guess if victim will survive or not. Or rather to say - if it's logical to spend limited resources on this or that one or not... Especially in a situation when part of non-infected citizens had chosen the way of prowlers. And risk of attack was always high. Their base shared it's list of survivors to other shelters every evening. To count survivors is easier then dead ones now... Every evening silver-haired teen rushes to the connection post to get survivor list. And pensively returns to the wall. Every list stubbornly includes that name. "Miss Nikiforova. Alive. Healthy." Black sky. Cold and distant with countless stars. Silver-haired boy stays on the wall staring into autumn dark world. Darkness is calming. It never causes pain, never hurts eyes. It's easy to hide from everyone. But there's no need to hide tears. The best protector. Best partner-in-crime. Best silent teammate. It's always here, wordlessly. Embraces unavoidably from everywhere but never suffocates. Does the love feels like black abyss?... Boy snorts at own thoughts. One of countless things that shouldn't be voiced out ever. Other teens would try to bully of course. Adults would laugh at. Most of them are dead now. Except Yakov, Lilichka and Her... If to express Her in one phrase it'd be "spinning head". Because of her childish inability to care of herself, because of how easy she lost her mind about new man or new dress, because of lots of men who were after her beauty (but ended up running away from "inadequate bitch" really soon), and because of that feeling of blurry spinning world when air tastes like iron. After skipped slap on the face. - Vitya, get down from there! - old officer shivers from cold wind. Of course his troublesome pupil heard him even before he called. Just ignored as usual. What a kid?!... - C'mon, get down, it's almost time for evening meal. [No, Yakov, don't. I know everything U're gonna say by heart. U're just... Not on time...] - Ok. U can go. I'll join U soon. - silver-haired boy doesn't turn to his teacher. But his voice sounds normal, just a bit ringing. Officer Feltsman sigh: - C'mon, Vitya... I know U check up information about your mother everyday. I know U care an... Something like giggle or snort (or just a sob...) interrupts him: - Who said I care?... Reasons are different. Thin shadow jumps at the fencing of the wall. A bit further from Yakov. Almost disappearing in cold darkness. Only silver hair radiates a kind of misty light. - Vitya, stop this!!! I know U're not as bad boy as U try to pretend! U love your mother. And she loves U. [Yakov... U really are NOT ON TIME.] Silver shadow spins around laughing. Darkness and long, splashing under the wind, hair hide fast gesture of wiping cheeks. Teeth bite through white skin of hand. It's so painful - even distracting. From that burning feeling into chest and head. - U know nothing. - Victor laughs again. [Laugh can cover sobs. Tears from laughter are natural.] - I don't even want to know anything!! - Yakov is almost angry. Why does this kid enjoys playing drama so much?! Silver shadow jumps further again. ["Eyes are the mirror of the soul"?.. Maybe. But usually people see nothing but the reflection of own ideas in that mirrors. Mirrors. Countless icy mirrors are breaking somewhere inside. Breaking and restoring again. Splinters are sharp. Silver-haired teen falls on his knees crying. Sobbing. Screaming. Splinters are everywhere. He breaks mirroring walls with bare hand, stabs the floor with biggest splinters. He screams, shouts. Coughs, choking with sobs. Tears are mixing with blood. Hair. Clothes. Boots. Floor. It all is covered with broken glass and crimson carpet.] Boy clicks the lighter turning to old officer. Breakdown is safely hidden inside. Behind icy mirrors. Of course Yakov jumps on the spot: - What??!!! Stop it right now!!!! U're too young to smoke. Gray cloud covers Victor's face giving a second to force out normal expression. He joyfully giggles again: - Too young to smoke but adult enough to kill people and drag corpses here and there?... Yakov sniffs for some seconds. Not knowing what to say. And finally mutters with apologizing intonation: - Gimme one... Silver-haired boy nods, steps closer and lays a cigarette and a lighter on the fencing. Old teacher stretches a hand and boy jumps back. In one nervous move. - What? - mumbles Yakov - Don't U think U're overplaying it, drama queen? Boy laughs again. Friendly. Joyfully. But stays where he is. - Youngsters... I won't ever understand U... - he doesn't sounds mad. More like confused. [U really won't, commander Feltsman.] [Breakdowns are tiring. Glassy maze is ruined. But mirroring walls are only tougher now. Silver-haired teen lays on the floor right on splinters. Some of them are stuck in white skin. Long wounds on palms are open to the bones. He reaches face to move away soaked in blood lock. But splinter stuck in palm cuts eye and cheek. He closes eyes. Better not to move. Never move anymore.] - Hey! Don't U dare to fall asleep staying there!!!!!! - Yakov's scream makes silver-haired boy jump where he is and drop a cigarette. - Please, Vitya!! - now old teacher is really begging for mercy - Lets go down. If something bothers U, tell me. U can think I understand nothing because I don't have kids. But at least I had parents long time ago. I know what parental love really means. [What if teacher's belief in parental love is the only unshaken thing he has now?... To ruin it just because of Her?.. No way. It's just... Stupid. Right?..] Victor jumps from the fencing near old officer: - Ok, ok, lets go to have a supper. He smiles brightly and reassuringly. And almost hears splinters cracked under boots... ******************** - It all is boring and kinda stupid, U know... - Snow King tried to force out a smile but it turned into a wry grin. - No, it's not! - Yuuri jumped from the window ledge. He didn't even try to wipe tears away. General shivers from sudden loss of warm body that leaned to his side all this time: - I'm sorry, Yuuri, I made U upset... - No! It's not like... - desperate boy's voice cracked. He impulsively seized Victor on his arms despite of perplexed gasp, brought to the bed and hugged him tight, making to lean to his chest instead of a pillow. Just like his General did lulling damaged Yuuri in a van after their first task together. - Tell me. Please. Tell me everything. - boy's fingers softly went through silver locks. - Even if I won't understand something, I still care... I'm always by your side... Victor said nothing. But leaned tighter, stroking Kaiyo's arms. With nervous, tense moves. - Ok, if U wanna some details, ok. - his voice sounded calm, even carefree. But his fingers were icy-cold. And pressed boy's skin too tight. Almost painful. If someone would ask Yuuri his name right now he'd definitely be unable to answer. The whole world compressed to the one person, one moment, one desperate need to cure his pain. He didn't even notice leaning with a cheek to silver hair left them wet from tears. Victor turned around with his usual reassuring smile and softly wiped wet traces away: - C'mon, Yuuri... I'm not saint or something to cry this much. Boy dragged him back into a tight hug stroking cheeks as if searching for invisible tears: - U're not saint. U're my own God. My only God. Gods don't have to be saint. Snow King snorted with a puzzled expression: - Yuuri, малыш/ baby, idolizing someo.. - It's not idolizing!!!! - boy cut him off tightening the embrace again and burring his face into silver hair. He would be happy to explain. But words drifted away leaving only meaningless gasps. But somehow General got it without words. Rested his head on Yuuri's shoulder and began to talk again. Again with that unsuitably indifferent, joyful voice. ****************** It's a deep night but the room isn't dark enough. White nights. Fucking troublesome thing that attracts an endless herd of different visitors to the city. And it'd be ok but She goes out every evening. All glamorous, in clouds of perfume she flies away in her high-heels. Searching for her Prince Charming or at least billionaire. Silver-haired boy of five years old puts a stuffed bear under the blanket covering it all and steps to the wardrobe. When She flies out like this it's better to be prepared and listen. If the lock clicks before the morning then it's time to hide. She is always angry. And it's better not to get under her hand. Boy sits on the floor near the old wardrobe. To get there fast if needed. (Once he already was late to hide. It's still painful to talk. Although... There's noone to talk to anyway... Isn't it good?..) This old furniture is full of her [out of trend?] clothes, including fur coats. It all is in mess. She won't open it, at first because she thinks there's no place to hide, at second - she simply doesn't want to put all that stuff back after searching. Click-clack. Keys over the door. She almost blindly searching for keyway. Sobbing loudly. Drunk again... Boy silently disappears in a dark hole of the wardrobe. Buries under clothes. And habitually leans to the gap between door and wall. To see what she'll do next. Although it's heard pretty well. Slamming the door behind she falls on her knees right there. She cries. - Why?... Why???!! Where are U, Vitya?! Why didn't U meet me??!! Aren't I your mother??!! According to loud noise she almost falls trying to get up. And breaks into son's bedroom. 3a.m.? Who cares... She throws shoes at the small form under the blanket: - U ruined my life! He'd loved me if I didn't have U!!! Sobbing she desperately locks her fingers where must be the neck under cover: - U're no better then your father! U didn't even meet me when I needed U! U'd better die before being born!!! Silver-haired boy doesn't even breath in his hide-out. She won't look here, right?... He knows every her word by heart. It's not the first case. It had happened countless times already... She sobs again. And finally realizes there's no living person under the blanket. How fast, Your Majesty... Bear is desperately kicked to the wall: - Where did U find this shit, U little scum??!!! (Just great. This thing was a gift to her from one of her short-time boyfriends...) - U ran away???!!! U left me, traitor!!!! Go die!! Don't ever return!!! Noone needs U anyway!!! Noone would ever love U!!!! I hate U!!! Die already!!! With tempest of sobs she falls on the bed. After some time her gasps turn into quiet snorts. She's asleep. Boy relaxes a bit moving away from gap. In a morning she'll feel too sick to be seriously mad. It means he can sleep now too. Of course here. In this safe darkness. Adults like to tell scary things about dark places. About monsters under the bed or in wardrobes. Maybe here is a monster too?... He stares in the further corner. If someone is here is he scared by all of that? Boy softly pets a place near soundlessly whispering to the darkness: - Don't be afraid. Lets sleep. She won't find us. ******************* - As U see, it's kinda shameful... - Victor shrugged his shoulders indifferently - Maybe someone else could find a way to deal with her... Maybe it's really my fault... Yuuri gasped from shock. After all he'd just heard this statement sounded beyond any belief. Before he was able to say something, cold fingers stroke his tear-stained face. - God! Yuuri! It's not good at all. Now I'm seriously made U upset. - he cupped boy's cheeks forcing out a puppet smile. - Now let's have a tea and talk about something better. General ruffled Kaiyo's hair, got up from the bed and stepped to the kettle on the small table near the door. [Mirroring splinters. Everywhere. Stuck in hands, face, stabbed into throat, not letting any word out. Glassy dust grits under boots. Although in the corner of his soul Snow King realizes he's bare feet now. But feelings from mirroring maze behind frosted sky are uncontrollable. It was stupid to let Kaiyo touch this glassy mess. Boy had just damaged himself. He is crying now because of it all...] - Hey, Yuuri, would U prefer green or bla... Boy from Safe Zone stormed from the bed. [Is he going to run away? Is he this scared? Of course he is...] Warm body bumped into Victor's back with a desperate, almost suffocating hug. - No! It's not your fault! Don't U ever say it again!!! Please! Please... - Yuuri chocked with sobs. - It's not a shame. Please... U don't have to pretend U're ok. Even if everyone thinks U must be... Please... Victoru... Kaiyo didn't even notice he has called his commander not only by first name but by it's Japanese pronounce. Just like he used to whisper secretly to his photos long (or not so long?...) time ago. - Please... I'm here for U, I'm yours... Please, order me, shout at me, beat me... Do anything... But, please... Don't pretend U're ok and it all doesn't matter... Please!!! [Splinters... Sharp mirroring splinters. Everywhere. And glassy dust. No, Yuuri, don't. U'll hurt yourself...] Snow King turned to his Private Guard. Although it was not so easy to do in that tight grip. - Please... It's a lie - that noone loves U. She knows nothing!!!! General Nikiforov inhaled to say at least something calming to subordinate but coughed chocking with words, buried face into Yuuri's shoulder and bursted into tears. What exactly Yuuri whispered to his crying Snow King even he himself couldn't say for sure later. Every sweet word he kept for years, since the day he first time saw picture of youngest High Officer from Military Elite. Broken ice shaking into black ocean waves. Deadly for any living creature. Black abyss leaned to frosted splinters lulling painlessly. When tight grip on Yuuri's ribs became weaker he softly pulled his General back to the bed. Hugged him, pressing his head to the chest and kissed his temple. More and more tears still dropped from tightly shut lashes. But breath of his commander was more steady now. Only when it became calm and slow showing that Victor dozed off tired from breakdown, Yuuri noticed Makkachin was politely laying on the armchair, entrusting his human to the newbie. Boy from Safe Zone exhaled nervously. Unlike Makkachin he wasn't so sure he really was able to cure General's wounds. Especially if to take in count it all sounded like a nightmare. But he'll do everything to fulfill this task. Yuuri leaned to silver hair with lips: - Aishiteru desu, Снежный Король... Honestly he was sure commander doesn't hear him. And of course can't understand. But for a second relaxed hold on his waist became tighter. Yuuri's face burned... No. He didn't wake up. Boy from safe zone hugged him tighter and kissed his forehead again. This time Kaiyo woke up even before the sunrise. It was the first time he opened eyes before his commander. Too early... It's possible to sleep more... He leaned in tighter covering them both with a blanket. Moved silver locks away from beautiful despite of being swollen from tears face. Kissed temple again and whispered. Almost breathed out inaudibly: - U still didn't answer me... What can comfort U? Cold hand traced boy's back and stopped into dark locks. Warm breath touched his neck with half-asleep husky whisper: - U can...

[voidxred]

                                                     ”…I’m…still…alive, huh…”

The sun begins to rise, it’s beams of light reflecting harshly off the tinted windows of the buildings nearby. Directly being hit by those radiant beams lie a boy, sprawled out on the cold concrete surface, faintly breathing, and covered head to toe in wounds with a pool of blood slowly widening underneath his mauled body as he groggily comes to.

It had struck without warning.

It was supposed to be another ordinary day, another ordinary day spent at school, and another ordinary dinner spent alone like always when he returned home.

That’s how it was supposed to be, but as fate would have it, that ordinary high school student seeking to add some spice to his boring everyday life by investigating what was supposed to just be rumors swimming around town about the so-called ‘Shadows that devoured people’ was plunged into this Night against his will and there—

Those ordinary days came to an end in the form of that creature’s claws piercing the boy’s chest like a lance.  The unsuspecting boy didn’t even have time to figure out what had happened before his body was run through and laughably flung away like a cheap rag doll.  He wasn’t even allowed a final scream for help as his body was mounted by a grotesque, black creature hell-bent on devouring the poor boy body and soul before his wounds had the chance to overcome him.  

In the face of those fangs and claws the boy’s mind froze over and emptied out.  He wouldn’t even feel pain as the creature cruelly tore into his flesh and took bit by bit out of him.

Everything that had followed afterwards was all a blur.  

When he came to all he could recall was an intense burning sensation in his chest, a frantic voice calling out to him, and then an explosion of red light. After that, as if abducted by that red light, that creature had vanished without a trace.

Then there was darkness.

A pure blackness so deep it was almost suffocating.

And then, nothing. As if something important had been ripped out of his body

Mustering all the strength available to him, the student pushes his blonde bangs out of his eyes with his free hand.  In his right hand there was a long, ominously pulsating red blade he’d never seen before yet at the same time it felt incredibly familiar - like seeing your reflection in a mirror for the first time and instinctively recognizing yourself.  As for where it came from and why he had it, he didn’t know and frankly and didn’t even care right now.

All he knew was, this really didn’t make any sense at all. Seriously. None of it. Not one single thing.

It was as if he had dozed off in class and fell into some bizarre nightmare.

…Yeah, that made sense.  Once he closed his eyes and went to sleep he would just wake up at his desk after having chalk tossed at him by the instructor as always.  

But honestly that was just his own wishful thinking.

Intuitively, the boy already understood that this was no dream. Without a doubt, this was terrible, cold, irreversible reality.

‘Am I… Am I seriously going to die like this?’ , he wondered as his crimson eyes continue to gaze at the rising sun. There’s nobody here. Even if he had the strength left to call for help there wasn’t a single soul around to hear him.  

“Heh…”

Shit… Guess you’re just out of luck.

Getting drowned by the warm rays of the morning spring sun, it felt as though I was about to simply melt away and gradually….

                                              … slowly…

                                                                      …disappear…

Still, it didn’t seem like such a bad way to go in the long run. Sure as hell beats getting devoured by whatever that weird-ass thing was.  I just wish I did a little more with my life than this.  At the very least, if I knew I was going to die today I would have at least told Harada-san not to bring those notes to my place later.  I’m always causing her so much trouble…

However,  just before that particular student’s eyes close for the final time, suddenly blocking those warm rays out of his eyes, a hooded figure came into view, looking down on the fatally wounded boy with a somewhat disinterested expression.  

“Hey, you unlucky student laying on the ground helplessly there, do you want to live?”

A surprisingly soft voice asked.  

“…”

Of course.  He coudn’t see a reason to refuse such an offer.  No one in their right mind would say so otherwise. So why was she asking?  Why the hell hadn’t she hurried and called an ambulance or something?  Why was she acting this calmly even while he was bleeding to death and about to take that one-way boat ride down the Sanzu River?  Was she an idiot?

He begins to get a bit angry. After all, he had the right to be with all this nonsensical bullshit he couldn’t make heads or tails of happening to him. Dealing with an idiotic person like this certainly was the last thing he needed in his current condition. He wanted to live. He wanted to keep living. No matter how ashamed he felt of himself, or ugly his life had been up until now, or if there was no reason at all for it he wanted to continue existing. He wanted to remain here. He wanted to talk to Harada again. He wanted to apologize to Yuzu-nee for turning his back on her and running away all that time ago. It was fine as long as he could stand up, he’ll walk away from this place all by himself if that’s what it took! Lifting his upper body up using only his arms with an enormous amount of effort the high-school student glared up at the girl with fierce, blood-colored eyes and hellish pupils, just about ready to give her a piece of his mind. And just like that, his voice dies in his throat along with any trace of hostility.

“Ah——”

Taking place of his frustration was pure, undiluted astonishment.  With a clattering noise the blade he had been gripping tightly this whole time slips from his fingers as he stares up at the brunette.

Before his eyes was a girl around his age.  No. Even younger than that. Maybe by a year or two give or take. Short caramel-brown hair, light skin, and lightly colored violet eyes that held a focus in them as though they belonged to some tempered seventeenth century samurai.  

”——”

Those sharp eyes aside she had a frighteningly fragile-looking appearance, which only made those claw marks scattered to and fro all over her body ever more prevalent.  It didn’t even need to be said she had acquired those wounds defending him from that creature that attacked him.

A chuckle.

Not from the boy, but from her.  She didn’t smile, but the girl’s eyes from under that hood seemed to be making fun of him as if saying ‘You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?’

With that, the boy flustered a bit. It suddenly dawned on him that this whole time he had been scowling at the person who had just saved his life like she had just stolen the food off his plate. And because of that, a whole new kind of embarrassment hit him like a ton of bricks.  

“Th, that’s uh…I…” His voice begin to trail off along with his flickering consciousness.

“Well?” The girls says directing the question at the helpless and bumbling student once again. “I don’t think you have enough time to consider your options. If you’re a man, you should at least be decisive about these things.”

He hated to admit it but she was definitely right.

After straining to sit up and getting flustered he didn’t have much more energy to keep himself conscious let alone respond with all the thoughts spinning around in his head and fading consciousness. Even so, the boy nods his head slowly, cautiously, as if afraid his head would fall off from his shoulders if he wasn’t careful.

Satisfied with his response the girl lifts her hood and gives a small but unbelievably beautiful smile.

Even if he died in that very next moment. Even he lived a thousand lifetimes from this point on. He knew would never forget that smile that had engraved itself into his heart and memories.

On chaotic morning and mere seconds away from death, for the first time in his sixteen years felt like he touched life...for the very first time.

“Then…with that sword of yours, please, kill me… End my eternity.”

『He wakes up. To release the girl bound by the perpetual chain from her fate』

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“…Hehe.”

Snapping out of his reverie a light chuckle escapes Kido Hyde’s lips as he recalls that fateful day and does a mental U-turn, placing his attention back to the silver-haired child seated patiently by his side.

”Ahh, sorry for staying quiet so long.  I was thinking of somethi——

“…huh?”

"Zzzzzz…"

"H, —Hey! What in the hell are you doing?!  I’m not a mattress, you know?! If you’re that tired you should just use the futon I got for you! What if you start drooling on me!? Hey! Vatista! Hey!!”

"Mmm..…nnn….”

No coherent response that foretold of waking.  The girl named Vatista only stirred slightly from the sound of his loud voice and took it upon herself to make herself even more comfortable resting her head on his shoulder before snoring quietly once again. “Guh...” Seeing that, Hyde gives a bitter sigh of resignation. Against that peaceful sleeping face all a boy like him could do was begrudgingly accept his defeat.

I give up…

“…It must really be nice being so carefree.”

Amused, a soft smile forms on the Hyde’s lips as the boy would gently pet Vatista’s head and allow the mechanical girl use his body as her personal makeshift pillow for the time being, deciding he would carry her to lie down in her bed once he was ready to move from this spot.

“Heh…Wonder what in the hell all that was about though…”

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder as to why exactly it was he had recalled that memory for awhile before mentally shrugging it off as unimportant mere seconds later.  

“Haaah… Whatever, it is what it is. But, when she gets back with the Old Man, guess I’ll make that hamburger steak she likes so much, just for a nice change of pace once in a while.” The smiling boy sighs once more before voicing a sudden premonition he had. “.....Just hope she isn’t off doing something crazy somewhere.”

[bronzebrawn]

Undra Short Story: Moba and Undra Collide

Moba releases a shock-wave that shakes the whole stadium. Most of the competitors are pushed pushed back and put their arms over their faces to protect from the waves, but Undra stands there, unmoved and unphased. Silence fills the arena as everyone watches Undra and Moba, both standing perfectly still, staring at each other, dozens of meters away. "Why aren't the other competitors doing anything?" Venu asks. "They all realize that Undra and Moba are the strongest fighters in this competition." Satu responds. Venu looks to Satu as she continues. "Undra has gone though a few Tier Levels to beat his opponents, but so far, nobody has even phased Moba. If Undra can't even put a dent in Moba's defenses, the other competitors will lose the will to continue, knowing that it's hopeless." Everyone looks back to Undra and Moba, both still not moving. Moba clenches his right fist and Undra builds up static in his left hand. With speed to join it, Undra blasts lightning out of his fingertips, only for it to bounce off an invisible barrier that surrounds Moba. Undra stops to see Moba, unphased. "H-his mere presence was enough to block that attack..." Thera says, voice trembling in fear. "Don't worry, Thera." Jupit responds. "That's one of the lowest moves Undra knows." Undra leaps towards Moba and starts swinging, but can't breach the barrier surrounding Moba. Undra kicks himself off of the barrier and goes to Dual Tier 1 before leaping back to Moba. This time, Undra breaches the barrier and lands several shots on Moba, but Moba doesn't even flinch as the punches and kicks have no effect on him. Moba heavily breathes out of his nose, launching Undra back several meters. Undra lands, goes to Dual Tier 2 and thrusts back to Moba, repeating his assault before landing a full kick to Moba's jaw. Moba's head moves a few centimeters then Moba scoffs at Undra's assault, knocking Undra back even further this time. Undra lands on a rock and goes to Dual Tier 3, blasting Moba with a beam of heat vision. Moba responds with an energy ball the size of a pebble and flicks it at Undra's blast, neutralizing it while it still heads for Undra. Undra is hit with this pebble of energy, creating a massive explosion and launching Undra into the sky before Undra catches himself and soars back to Moba, trying a different tactic and attempting to hit Moba from all angles. Undra hits Moba from every side, but Moba effortlessly throws his arms into Undra's attacks, negating every one of them. after a few seconds, Undra stops and jumps over Moba, landing a few meters in front of him and turns to him, displeased by Moba's lack of effort. "You can't take me seriously, can you?" Undra says to Moba. Moba gives Undra an "Eh..." look. "Very well." Undra responds. Undra goes back down to Physical Tier 1 before flexing his body, boosting up to Mental Tier 4, which erupts a massive shock-wave of his own. All competitors pull their arms up again, but Moba just closes his eyes and turns his head a bit. All Gods pay a close eye to Undra now, as he has now reached their field of power. Undra effortlessly leaps towards Moba with a concentrated look set on him. Moba flexes his muscles, stopping Undra in midair, but several small blasts surround Undra and Moba as Undra punches through Moba's shock-waves, slowly reaching him. Moba throws a punch as Undra quickly sidesteps it. Moba looks to Undra on his left, confused as Undra pulls back and lands his Spinning Kick Barrage on Moba. Moba quickly pulls his arms up to absorb most of the blasts, but the last one has more oomph to it; Sending Moba off his feet and into one of the many walls of the arena. Undra zooms through the air and attempts to go for Moba a second time, but Moba flexes his muscles harder and adds a shout with it, blowing Undra away into another wall. Undra opens his eyes  and starts to recover, but Moba is right in his face as he unleashes a barrage of blows on Undra, some being blocked but most connecting. "H-how can he lands blows on Undra in a God Tier?" Uranu asks, surprised. "You worry too much, Uranu!" Nept responds. Uranu looks to Nept. "He has more Tiers than THAT." Nept says. Uranu looks back to the fight, hopeful. Moba continues his assault on Undra, knocking Undra back, inch by inch, further into the wall. Undra closes his eyes and calms himself with Moba giving no expression in return. Undra quickly opens his eyes, pupils turned Orange, and gives a strong glare at Moba, blowing Moba away, to Moba's surprise as he lands on his feet. Undra slowly pushes himself out of the crater in the wall, standing there as debris floats around him. Nept smirks. "THIS is where it gets REAL." She says. Moba still has not gotten his eyes off of Undra; knowing that Undra is now a serious threat. Out of nowhere, Undra teleports, suddenly standing behind Moba. Moba responds with a lightning fast jab to Undra's chest, landing but having no effect, to Moba's surprise. Moba quickly hits Undra with his other fist, landing on Undra's jaw, causing him to spin before Undra throws a punch of his own to Moba's chest. Moba grabs Undra's arm and throws him to the ground. Undra bounces off the ground from the force but is met with a punch from Moba, sending Undra back into the ground and coming back up to another punch from Moba. Everybody watches as Moba makes small use out of Undra as he continues to pound Undra as he bounces off the ground. As Undra comes up, he lands a quick knee to Moba's jaw, but Moba gives Undra a kick of his own, sending Undra through the air and into a large boulder, but as fast as he is sent into it, Undra leaps out of the smoke back to Moba and thrusts his feet into Moba, launching Moba through the air as Undra quickly trails behind him; Landing more and more shots on Moba. Moba plants his feet to the ground, instantly stopping, and looks up to see Undra in his face. Moba quickly throws punches with massive force behind them. Undra thrusts his fists to meet Moba's causing the ground beneath them to crack. Moba quickly flexes his muscles again, but this time lands dozens of blows to Undra's sides. Undra absorbs all of them with ease, but Moba jumps up and plants his feet into Undra's chest, stunning Undra. Moba lays his side blows onto Undra, this time all connecting before clocking Undra in the jaw, sending him flying like a football through the air. Undra is launched out of sight, to everyone's shock. Moba looks with and disappointingly grunts, closes his eyes and turns around; Walking off. "W-was he eliminated?" Plu asks. "No..." Eafe responds. "He's just catching his breath." Moba stops walking and looks behind him to see that Undra still has stopped himself a few meters from the edge of the stadium. Undra walks towards Moba before Red Aura starts to surround him. "I was hoping I didn't have to resort to this." Undra says to Moba. "But I now see that you aren't one to be trifled with." Moba looks to Undra in curiosity. Undra smiles back to Moba. "You see, throughout all of my existence, I've always carried a hatred toward myself, be it my inferiority complex, my instincts... My incapability to save the ones I love... As well as the limits of my abilities. But, I've found a way around this." Undra says as his Aura starts to grow more. All Gods focus on Undra, curious as well. "You see, in my state of grief, I discovered a hidden power that is underutilized: Aura, because thanks to my Aura, I was able to put that self hatred to use by feeding my anger into my Aura, which, naturally, has made me more powerful than I could ever imagine. I hoped I wouldn't be pushed this far, but I see you enjoy seeing new powers. So now, I'm going to show you what I've got." Undra clenches is fists and, like a bullet, shoots to Moba. Moba closes his eyes and starts to vibrate as Undra gets a centimeter in front of him. "So you've learned the power of Aura" Moba whispers to Undra. "So have I." Moba whispers again as Undra is stopped in midair. Hundreds of sound breaking cracks surround Moba and Undra as Undra still remains in the same spot, as a look of shock covers his face. The cracks still surround Moba and Undra until one final crack lands right between both of them, sending Undra back even faster than last time. Everyone looks in shock, with Natara breath-taken by Moba's performance. Time slows down for Undra as he thinks. "Wow. I gave it my all and I barely left a scratch on him... No... I still have one trick left..." Undra catches himself in midair and shoots all of his power to Moba in one massive, powerful blast. Moba braces for impact as the blast hits him. "This is a lot of power for such a little brained baboon." All of Undra's team looks to the God of Death, angered by what he just said. Vuluxus though, smirks and kicks back. "That "little brained baboon" is giving your trump card goosebumps on his goosebumps." The God of Death smiles, not even looking at Vuluxus. "Not likely." Undra's blast suddenly dissipates. When the smoke clears on the ground, a huge crater is left from where the blast hit, but Moba is seen in the middle, with him and the close ground underneath him unscathed. Undra's eyes roll in the back of his head as he plummets to the ground, lifeless. All of Undra's team rush to him. Tutien props Undra's head up with his hand, looking to Undra. "No... No, it can't end like this..." Tutien says. "U-Undra? Are you alright?" Thera asks. "I don't feel any life in him..." Natara softly says. Everyone looks to Natara in disbelief as the Gods of their team stand up out of their seats, shocked as well. Nothing else can be said before Moba blows away everyone else with his shock-waves, but not hitting Undra, leaving him on the ground. Moba looks, displeased. "This is it, huh?" Moba asks Undra. "Well, you certainly took me out of my comfort zone, I'll give you that." Moba continues to walk towards Undra as all of Undra's team looks to Moba in anger. Moba glances at them, blowing them all back even further, and looks back to Undra's lifeless body. "It's been something, Undra... But in the end, nobody defeats me." Moba says before gathering energy into a boulder shaped sphere above his head. "No..." A whisper can be heard in front of Moba. Moba stops, confused, before being decked with a punch from a shadowy hand, materializing right in from of him. Moba drops to a knee and quickly looks up, seeing a pair of Magenta colored eyes looking back at him. "I won't let you hurt him..." The voice whispers again before Moba is caught with another shot, this time to the center of his face, launching him back, far from Undra. The Eyes look to Undra's friends, all of them scared except Tutien, who looks to the eyes, frozen. The eyes look back to Undra's body. "I'm sorry, Undra, but I have to." The eyes whisper in Undra's ear. The eyes turn back to Undra's friends. "You'll want to get back." Everybody leaps back, but Tutien keeps his eyes on the Magenta eyes. A shadow-like hand materializes above Undra and touches the back of his head. A purple beam launches into the sky, surrounding Undra and the area around him. Everyone looks to the beam, curious by it, including the Gods of every team. Even the S-Level Gods look curious by this beam. Moba gets back to his feet and looks upon the beam with no emotion. The beam dissipates as Undra can be seen standing there, surrounded by dark purple Aura, back turned to everyone. Tutien drops to his knees. "Th-that Aura..." Tutien thinks to himself "Could it be..." Undra turns around, eyes closed. Aura surrounds him as his eyes open, pupils glowing Magenta. Tutien's eyes shrink. "I-it's... M-Moniqa..." Tutien says. Everyone looks to Tutien, even more shocked than before.

- I decided to leave this one on a cliff hangar to see if anyone is more interested in these. If you are, let me now. As always, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did making it, and take care. -

Undra is a franchise made by Jackson Watkins and is influenced by several franchises he enjoys.