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kafus · 10 months ago

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ok i've decided i want to infodump about vee and nova a little after all! because uhh not only am i impatient because autism but i also. want to dip my toes into talking about this. just days ago i was still terrified but now i am Tentatively Brave... if i can talk about it here casually like this then i should be able to write a more formal summary later some other time

i've tagged this post appropriately (at least i think i have, feel free to suggest if i should add more) but also a heads up here too before i keep talking that while i'm not going into graphic detail on anything there are STRONG themes of organized sexual abuse of a child, sexual abuse of animals, and grooming! (there are no disturbing visuals in this post, just text)

IF YOU CAN'T READ THIS POST THAT'S OKAY I STILL LOVE U

takes a deep breath alright so the deal with these two. back all the way in 2021, i decided i wanted to make "vent ocs" as in i just wanted some concrete/consistent designs i could use in vent art drawings that weren't a direct reflection of what i envision myself to look like or whatever. i was going through a lot in 2021, in december 2020 i had just gotten my first big repressed memory back and my life was in a whirlwind of change and heavily increased PTSD and DID symptoms, so i was using art a lot as an outlet. in the end i settled on this drawing, based on the design taste i would have had as a young person (god the quality is so old now LOL i've improved a lot but anyway)

i was intending for these two to be just visual designs and nothing more than that but i got attached and actually ended up giving them a whole storyline and everything, which is something i admittedly hadn't done in a long time up to that point so that's cool.

the reason i preface explaining the premise of the storyline with this is because i think it's important to acknowledge that these two are intrinsically tied with my real life and the feelings i experience as a CSA/OA survivor. not because i think someone has to go through awful things to write or draw about them necessarily, but because i am passionate about expressing myself. it's important for me to be seen in some way, to be heard after years of silence. it is not safe for me mentally to share the exact details of my abuse online rn (and please don't ask for them!) but i also don't want these two to be removed from the message that i survived something and this is me making art about that in an abstracted and magical way with a fictional universe that brings me a lot of comfort. i hope this makes sense lol

oh and also with that in mind if you think for even a second any of this is a weird sex thing for me or some shit please stop reading this post and go do something else with your time. this is my trauma expression and i don't need to be compared to the people i was abused by when i was a literal toddler thank you!

AANYWAY so! premise! gonna be point blank with it! vee (not her original name but shh) is born as a normal 100% human girl, aka without the eevee ears and tail. she is groomed from a very young age (like, toddler age) and eventually abducted by her groomers which happen to be members of... well right now it's team rocket because i haven't spent the time to worldbuild a new villainous pokemon organization yet. roll with me here. she is taken to a remote facility out in the middle of fucking nowhere and is never returned to her previous life or family.

Why? well i'm glad you asked! the org is running a bunch of different experiments in this facility and one of them happens to be trying to enable humans reproducing with pokemon. this doubles as both a money thing and a power thing. they seek out a child as the victim of these horrible experiments because children are easily malleable. way easier to control a child than an adult who already has a firm identity/self.

vee is the child they chose. surgery is forcibly done on her to give her working eevee ears and tail, and also like, fuck with her body chemistry and stuff. she's biologically part eevee now. yes this is bullshit pokemon magic science LMAO but she is kept in this facility and chronically sexually abused for a few years by pairing her with various mons and trying to get eggs to happen.

the experiment isn't working though so they hypothesize that giving her a dedicated partner, especially of the same evolutionary line, would help, and they raise nova from birth as an eevee to take on that role. eventually the two of them are paired together. despite the acts they are forced to commit on each other and the abuse they endure, they actually become inseparable very quickly cause like. they don't have anyone else. and also they just genuinely care about each other. additionally at this point nova has evolved into an espeon and has telepathic powers, so him and vee can communicate linguistically with each other, so you know that helps

generally my current focus of this story is in the early years, when vee is 12 and younger, before they start realizing that shit is fucked up and they need to escape (up until that hypothetical point they have been successfully groomed into believing everything happening to them was not abuse/was normal). i have left out a metric fuckton of detail here just to get across the basic premise. i am constantly exploring vee's psyche, nova's psyche, it's like an in depth exploration of the mind of an abused child in horrific circumstances and god it's cathartic. i love these two so fucking much

btw i guess this art has more context now huh haha after i infodumped off the plot to my sister they looked at this art again and was like. OHHH THIS IS EVEN MORE OMINOUS AND HARD TO LOOK AT WITH CONTEXT. AND I WAS LIKE YEAH!!!! YOU SEE THE VISION!!! THE SYMBOLISM!! ETC!!!!

uh yeah if you read this far thank you and i just wanna say i've been building up the courage to talk about these two for GENUINELY two years, it has been over 2 full years since that initial drawing, and i am nervous and jittery posting this but i do not want to die without having shared my work with the world and i'm willing to take the risks to get my voice out there. so you reading it is very much appreciated ur like my first step into being more confident as a survivor lol

oh and fwiw despite these guys being so correlated with my trauma it's not offensive to make headcanons or ask me questions about them or compliment darker art of them however you want, in fact i love that shit!! please i've been holding these guys back for two years i have so much to say that hasn't been said. as much as i am nervous i am EXCITED

#sa tw #mind control tw #csa tw #oa tw #abuse tw #this post is a bit of a mess sorry!#this is why im sort of “drafting” my summary as a stream of consciousness infodump #i need to tackle having the confidence talking about this first #just get it out no matter how messy #and THEN i can clean it up and present it in an artistically pleasing way #kiki was here #kiki.txt #vee & nova

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cherubchoirs · 2 years ago

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Well shit your Fallen Angel Gabe art has me Intrigued. Damn. Also what's up with the golden cracks on his chest? Is that where the light was ripped from him, or something more ominous? :O

FALLEN GABRIEL MY BELOVED....here's some definitive thoughts on him that i largely came up with while designing him (it's long it's long im,,,,so sorry)!!

originally with that last piece, i just wanted to design a winter-themed take on gabriel's outfit but it quickly turned into developing on his new life as a fallen angel and how he might appear. gabriel's major sin, as it might be conceptualized in dante's divine comedy, would be treachery itself - the lowest layer of hell is judecca, representative of those who betray their lords and benefactors. however, i view him as a fallen angel rather than a complete demon, and so he is still granted a small amount of grace even after his sin. this is shown in the warmth his new clothing provides, insulating him from the dire freeze of treachery where he would be condemned and where he may wander the wastes freely unlike the sinners trapped there in ice. like i mentioned in a previous ask, gabriel sees the additions as a mockery of his old form however, the fur-lined armor and cape normally evoking images of the noble, but here they are entirely functional, animal-like and stripped of their more elegant connotations. his clothes also continue to be adorned with crosses, likely as a symbol of attempted forced repentance and what he has lost rather than a banner he carries.

physically, he has changed as well - the massive scarring on his chest is representative of his secondary sin, lust. again in the divine comedy, lust is viewed as wrongful love, love that is somehow detrimental but is consensual (if i recall correctly,,,,it's been a couple years since i read the comedy lol). gabriel's motivations and his actions are reduced here, his epiphany and his reasons for carrying out his treachery are complex, but he is struck in the chest and partially shattered with his betrayal blamed solely on his lust for v1. i kind of thought about it in terms of a REAL early gabe piece i did, that he had nails driven into his heart, but also with the idea of his body sort of "burning out" to resemble the embers of consumed wood. ALL this to say that his skin is brittle here, broken apart and easily damaged, so that he may feel sharp, nail-like pain in his heart whenever he's struck in the chest (the irony of his crimes against the people of lust and this punishment are not lost on him either).

i've talked about his wings a couple times too, BUT i've got a few more points on them - to reiterate what i said in the tags, his wings and halo are now a stark white that reflects no emotion (although....if i can be sappy for a sec...i think very pale flickers of his ecstasy colors can eventually light through them....OK!!!) while the verses that once lined them have turned to a blank black. i thought a lot about the colors tbh, but landed on black and white for both how sterile they feel and how pure white reflects the landscape of treachery while black represents the total absence of god's light in that circle (appropriate for literally blacking out gabriel's old verses). the crown of his halo is now heavy on his head and his wings are unbearable, so he often puts both of them away as it dulls the pain they cause. he can't indefinitely keep them in, so he allows them out when he can rest and where they might not be disturbed. he hates to feel them though, hates to see them for some time, how soulless they both are and, in the case of wings, how quickly they grow tattered when they're uncared for.

finally, he has lost his name - "gabriel" can no longer exist, not being a separate entity from god. however, he is not a demon either and so has no infernal name, instead left without his identity. it reflects the void now in himself, the hollow body as an abyss emptied of what has sustained him his entire existence. in so many ways, he feels now much more like the husks of hell, reborn into a body to reflect his sin. IF i can go on a bit of a tangent, i really like the idea of his resurrection taking place in the tomb of saint gabriel, where v1 has to fight him one last time...he can no longer fly or teleport, instead just incredibly brutal and absolutely not letting v1 get any air time bc it pisses him off lol the fight is largely to calm him down and he leaves with v1 after recollecting himself, but he very pointedly refuses to discuss anything about the tomb itself. he does tell v1 quite quickly that he's no longer gabriel, that he can have no ties to that identity, but it's hardly fazed by the news - from the beginning v1's thought that name messed a lot with his head and so has been calling him "gabe" or "gabi" basically since the moment they stopped being strictly enemies. like. it could recognize how important it was to him to be gabriel, but it wanted him to be himself too, so this was its compromise. gabriel was never super keen on it, but after his fall he's extraordinarily grateful he wasn't simply "gabriel" until the bitter end. it sort gives him an anchor identity while he figures out the rest...and begins to sort through the millennia of his previous existence

#i said i was gonna make a post but. i just dumped it all here instead!!!#i've been vaguely thinking about him for awhile now.....#but starting to draw ideas for treachery made me lose it!!#OH AND...his palette was heavily inspired by one of the concept arts ofc!!#specifically 13 on the sheet bc i knew i wanted white involved #OK i think that's all for now ty for listening to all this aaaa #cake answers #gabriel #rise and fall au

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will-you-pick-me · 1 year ago

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outofangband · 1 year ago

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9: cross-cultural misunderstandings and morwen!

from this world building prompt list! still accepting them

thank you for the ask in case anyone was unaware I love Morwen so so much and I feel sad because I feel I have not written her well lately

here are some headcanons and also a snippet of writing

I have so many thoughts and feelings about the fact that Morwen at such a young age has to learn a new language, culture and geography, all in the afterlife of catastrophic destruction and grief and trauma. Like, it's not just that she's in a new place with new people, it's that her home and people and culture are lost. She was the last generation of Bëorian children to be born in Ladros, who would grow up at least partly within her culture! It kills me! And obviously aspects of Bëorian culture survive! But aspects and isolated customs shouldn't have had to be all that remained.

And this grief encompasses so so much, way too much for any kid (or adult of course) to have to deal with. It lives in so many small differences and changes, all of which mean the same to young Morwen; there is no going back, it is done and gone

Here is an incomplete list of some of the small differences in Hithlum that trouble young Morwen. I hope this is an ok use of the prompt!

Note: we have so little information about either Bëorian or Hadorian Taliska, that I more or less feel justified in inventing some of my own language differences! We know they are two distinct languages , though more related to each other than to the language of the Haladin. I have a few posts about Morwen's thoughts and feelings on learning Hadorian Taliska and more generally in the tag houseless for exiles.

Eating together at a table at a designated time is more common and more important to Hadrian culture. Depending on the status, work, and structure of families, they will try to have at least one sit down meal together per day though some have more. In Ladros, eating together is considered important but the time and place of meals is less so and formal meals are a much rarer event. Morwen highly dislikes having to attend these. The tradition is new, the conversation is confusing, the food unfamiliar, and the people often largely strangers.

Dark/deep red has different cultural meanings in Hithlum. The Bëorians associate it primarily with red madder which is essential in dying ceremonial fabrics and thus it is highly associated with Bëorian leaders and nobility. For the Hadorians it is associated primarily with well, blood. Also red madder is not cultivated in Hithlum, at least not among the humans there. Likewise, the common patterns Morwen grew up with are not often used in Hadorian art and clothing and she wasn't yet at an age where she could replicate it with the accuracy she'd want.

Hadorian culture is very related to their horses and due to the geography of Ladros, very few horses are kept by the Bëorians (some are kept in the highlands by the elves there and by some of the human soldiers but not where Morwen grew up). Many Hadorian expressions and phrases and sayings reference horses and their keeping. Many stories and songs involve them. Many rites of passage involve skill in riding and work with horses. Morwen has almost no experience with horses and knows very little about them, and also, even at this age, has an intense discomfort and dislike of asking for help or aid.

Even the names for flora and fauna that she recognizes are different. Names that had been precious to her, all the names she took pride in knowing. It feels meaningless now.

Greetings, farewells, inquiries, it's not just the words that are different but the customs and expectations around them. Morwen has had difficulty in the social customs she grew up in. Those in an entirely new place and language are even more difficult. Gendered roles and expectations are also somewhat different. Styles of arguments and understandings about when, why and how you challenge someone are different.

Burial practices are different in Hithlum but that hardly matters. Many died on the journey there and most of them cannot be buried and there is no time or energy to mourn them. I think that any of the comfort and familiarity Morwen might found in these tradition and rites prior to this is probably lost. She develops a sense of futility far beyond her years.

(I won't go too much into this because otherwise I will ramble for paragraphs but when it comes to this I inevitably think about the potential for othering Morwen experiences in Hithlum even as a child and how that connects with the much more blatant and violent shunning and persecution she suffers later; elvenfair/elfsheen becoming witchwife and elf-friend, etc etc)

She braids Rían's hair as her mother braided hers until one day, one of the older women has done Rían’s hair differently. Her cousin seems not to notice, content to play with the new children and uncaring what her braids look like. Morwen does not play with the others, even when she has finished her tasks and chores. A few of them have tried to befriend her and she has spurned all of them. Most do not try again.

She spends her evenings in stubborn silence as her aunt tries to each her the new tongue, refusing to speak the words to practice. It is only after two moons have passed that she accepts that Beleth will not stop. She speaks the words then harshly, quickly, and finally the lessons end. She ignores most further corrections from the older woman and they speak less frequently from then on.

#the silmarillion #morwen #the children of húrin #musing and meta #houseless for exiles #I mentioned before that Beleth had a lot of knowledge of lore and so was mainly responsible for teaching Hadorian Taliska #to her kin #and this really strained her relationship with young Morwen who did not want to learn the new language or give up her own

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phantom-of-the-ruckus · 2 years ago

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The Hello Puppets and MLB "crossover"

Disclaimer: This is not a crossover, but a universe inspired by Miraculous Ladybug. I am not much of a fan of the series anymore but I do enjoy it. I probably won't tag it there because the fandom sorta terrifies me (hence this disclaimer) Although I may have problems with the creator and the show itself, I do think it holds pretty well and my rewrites and changes are entirely for my own universe and lore. This was just for fun

I am not really finished with this universe as I have other projects like Riley Drew and Fallen. I am doing this mostly as casual projects and fun ideas. This has been in my mind for about a year and I remember its existence until a few days ago.

As this was inspired by the MLB lore, I am showing my major changes:

No love square and love triangles will be in here. The guys the main duo is a pre-established couple and will remain that way (most likely the only pairing)

No master Fu will be present, Scout is a sort of spirit guide but she's not exactly the best (best way possible)/Might add the other Scouts

Mayura will NOT be in love with Hawkmoth. She would only be his partner in crime and is platonically friends with him

Some of the stories will be more linear and episodes will be connected.

The powers will be severely limited to keep it in balance (So no lucky charm that magically fixes everything.) I'm still working on that aspect

The story would be more about teens and up

There won't be much akumatized character because I don't have the brain power to create an akuma of the day. So akumatization would be occasional, and the powers of the moth will be different.

The villains will have some allies who they'll akumatize, so villains will repeat but upgraded

In a future I will also change a bit the Kwamiis as I am not really a fan of their designs (don't kill me)

Ok, let's dive into the fun part, and start with the basics of the series, the characters, some lore, and a bit of a plot twist which I won't give too much information. Be aware a long post is ahead!

Also, there will not be any cannon x cannon in this

Feel free to ask questions in my ask box ^^

Overall series summary: The Amazing adventures of Lord Bug and Lady Kitty Noir tells the story of high school sweethearts Sarabeth "Beth" Jenkins and Anthony Pierson. At day, they are aspiring journalists with a love of the supernatural, but in night they are the fighting crime famous duo: Lord Bug and Lady Kitty Noir. A duo of superheros fighting the forces of evil along with their spirit kid guy, allies and friends while also learning balance and the hardships of that heroes. often face.

As for now If I ever write this, this would be divided into 2 seasons with 24 "episodes" each (technically it would be divided by parts. Each with some specials each (chapters that connect to each other)

Season 1: After discovering a long time secret from her late Aunt and Uncle, Beth and her boyfriend Anthony decide to continue the legacy of the late heroes "Miss Bug" and "The Black Cat" as a new duo of heroes called "Lord Bug" and "Lady Kitty Noir" as an old enemy of the city returns along with some new faces, and a new partner in crime joining his side seeking revenge against the city.

Season 1 right now has six special episodes (Two special events, all of them add to six.) They would be the longest, and as episodes let's say about 40 minutes each.

Episodes 1 and 2: "Origins"

Episode 1: Miraculous

Episode 2: Lord Bug and Lady Kitty Noir

Episodes 9-12 "Rise of the Phantasm"

I haven't planned out the chapter names yet but this could be it/note: this could change. This will be Mayura's origin story.

Episode 9: "The peacock miraculous"

Episode 10: "A dark new dawn"

Episode 11: "Phantasmagoria"

Episode 12: "The Phantasm strikes"

Season 2: Beth and Anthony are still facing the harsh realities of being a superhero and at the same time joggling the responsibilities of high school students. Things don't look exactly bright however as Shadow and Phantasm started to make their attacks more frequent, disrupting their established balance, not to mention the introduction of a new miraculous holder makes things easier than they already were.

Season 2 is undecided what would happen, but it would complete the same format as 24 episodes/chapters, Two specials with the total of 6 special episodes.

Two parted special would not be the premiere of season two, maybe mid-season or season finale

Special: "Through the Rabbit's hole"

Episode TBD - "Clockin' around"/Tittle might change

Episode TBD - "MadHat Hattie"

Four parted special is still a name in progress "Hero's day", this could be either mid-season or season finale

Episode TBD/ Part 1 - Hero's day

Episode TBD/ Part 2 -Mr. Foxglove and Phantasm

Episode TBD/Part 3 - "Captain Honeybee"

Episode TBD/ Part 4 - "Certain truths"

This is what we have around with episodes, so now let's dive into the characters and their alter egos (I won't be sharing much information about some)

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Anthony Pierson (Protagonist)

Note: His actual hair and eyes are others, since I injured my wrist I have to limit my drawing and writing. His eye is actually gray, and his hair is more brown (close to black) and his hair is exactly like the picrew I originally made with the Vox Veritas' gang.

He's 17-years-old.

He currently studies at Summer Creek's High School in a journalist program with Beth.

He is the boyfriend of Sarabeth "Beth" Jenkins.

He lives with his mom, and takes care of his little niece Sally (@dolly-royal OC)

He had some troubles with the law around his preteen years due to many issues with his estranged father Victor, but he has worked his best to better his ways and works towards bringing awareness through journalism.

He's the ladybug miraculous porter.

Tikki's owner.

He's like a brother to Scout.

His personality is more like in the cannon version, but he's more laid back and keeps himself from breaking other laws again.

Alter ego is "Lord Bug"

"Lord Bug" - Anthony's Alter ego

He has a Ladybug shaped metal backpack that contains his wings to fly (not removable)

He's weapon is still a yo-yo. It's store on his

Under his goggles there is a mask like the OG Lady bug has.

He has level booths with some spikes as well (not removable)

He can't exactly remove his googles but he can move them up to his head. This help him have eye protection when he sees.

Once he activates his wings, his googles automatically extend to create a safety helmet.

His lucky charm is a bit different from cannon. He has the ultimate lucky charm, which creates a bigger item that he can use to fight crime but will disappear once his time runs out. He has the lucky charms, which are small charms with different uses. He has to limit his use because it would drain transformation energy.

He has the ability to fly thanks to his backpack, and other miraculous can activate their personal googles is he needs to carry them.

His booths and gloves give him the ability to climb and stick on the walls, although some surfaces are limited.

He has a shield that he can activate by spinning his yo-yo (a ladybug symbol appears)

This is what I have for now.

Sarabeth "Beth" Jenkins (Protagonist)

Note: Beth's appearance is in fact quite similar to the first colored drawing I gave her. I would just add some minor changes. She has a beauty mark on the left side of her cheek like in the drawing

She's 16-years old

Her mother passed away at birth and her father died while serving in the army. She lives with her Aunt Daisy (who is not her aunt, but she promised to take care of her after her best friend Amyrose died.)

She used to live with her Aunt Amy and her husband Owen, long before they mysteriously passed away in a fire.

Her personality is pretty much like in "Ambition" but she's more energetic and juvenile.

Anthony Pierson's girlfriend

Studies at Summer Creek High School at the same journalist program with Anthony

Is the high school journalist. She works with her counselor and editor Ericka Swan (no picrew yet)

She's like a sister to Scout

She originally was intended to inherit the ladybug Miraculous, but she chose to have the black cat miraculous.

Plagg's Owner

The Black chat miraculous holder.

Alter ego is "Lady Kitty Noir"

Lady Kitty Noir - Beth's alter ego

Just like the original Chat Noir, her gloves have claws, but she can get them out whenever she wishes too.

She has night vision and super hearing abilities.

Her weapon is the same as Chat Noir, but besides extending it, she can separate it into two.

Her suit grants her the ability to climb walls, although some surfaces are limited.

She has supper speed (like she can run around the same speed cats can) and can jump up to 6 feet tall thanks to her booths.

Her powers are still in definition but she can use catalyst (it will be like small ones) but it would take up her transformation time. They would look like cat scratches to be honest. She has the ultimate cataclysm which would be the equivalent of the OG power but to a larger scale. This would also take some suit power.

Her flexibility and a delicate sensor ability.

Her shield is activated through a special button with a kitty paw. She makes a circle with her weapon and it appears (it has a Kitty cat symbol)

This is all I have for now.

Scout (Tritagonist)

Guardian/Spirit form (True form)

Human form (Harper)

Scout is a kid spirit designated to care of the box of the miraculous and guide the next miraculous Ladybug and Black cat holders to the future (Recently assigned)

Although spirits have lived for centuries on earth, in Spirit age she's 12 years old.

Her personality is like in the games. She was a bit distrustful of the new set of heroes but eventually warmed up to them as their friend and spirit guardian.

She's rather clueless of her guardian abilities, but at least tries.

She can also turn herself into a golden retriever to get out of the world as it's too dangerous for her to live as a civil human.

She originally kept herself as a dog before Daisy learned the truth about the heroes. Now she can stay with her in her human form.

Her real power is being an annoying little shit/affectionate/positive

As a spirit she can fly

She gets the bunny miraculous on season 2

Fluff's owner

Alter ego is Madhat Hattie.

Madhat Hattie - Scout's alter ego

Her powers are way much different as the OG version because it was way over power. So she cannot travel in time, and her powers are more inspired by magicians and Alice in Wonderland

Her weapon is sorta her umbrella and is in her hat (she takes it out like a magic trick). Her real weapon are a limited deck of cards that she can use as shrikes

Her powers would be refences of Alice in Wonderland stuff. I haven't planned them out yet.

She can jump and run like a rabbit. Her umbrella will help her gracefully land by opening it.

Shield is activated by spinning her umbrella (bunny symbol appears)

Her superpower is Rabbit's luck. Her umbrella will become a drill that will let her create rabbit holes from a certain distance. It will also limit her super suit power.

Mayor Mortimer Handee - Main Antagonist

Mayor for about the two seasons before Rachel Breadstone takes the office.

Has an ok relationship with Nooro and treats him with respect. This is because there is a possibility that he'll have a redemption arc.

He's more serious and threatening but nowhere near his cannon version which is terrifying.

Has a vendetta against heroes and has a complex moral compass about his evil deeds. He doesn't do harm to people as he does take his duty to protect them, but questions if heroes are something necessary (quite complex that I am working on)

The moth miraculous (I am not calling the butterfly miraculous) was given to him by a minister during some duty stuff. He kept it ever since, and is presumably linked to the dead of that corrupt politician.

He actually was relieved when he stopped being mayor because the stress was bad.

Is in the search for the miraculous to keep them lock and end heroes as he believes there's evil that could abuse them as poor Nooro exhibits trauma.

Was good friends with Dr. Fred Ruckus

Moth Miraculous porter and Nooro's owner

Alter ego is "Shadow"

Shadow - Mortimer's alter ego

Note: I hate Hawkmoth and Mayura's design sorry not sorry

His villain name is because he's in the shadows and rarely makes appearances. He was named by Miss. Bug "Shadow" after he tried to akumatize her while introducing himself as simply "I am a simple guy in the shadows"

His cane is still his weapon. His shield is activated the same way Lady Kitty Noir activates her. It has a moth symbol.

He was the shadow for about 10–16 years.

Just like Lord Bug, he has a set of moth wings that he can activate, and his goggles can move up to his head. He was a mask underneath.

He still has the power of akumatization and can do it numerous times, but his suit time will run out and he would lose connection to the akuma. He can also upgrade former akumas and remove akumatization.

He actually creates the akumas with the power of his hands. I cannot take seriously Mortimer having a garden full of evil butterflies XD

For his ultimate power, I guess he can call an army of moths he creates that could work as a giant hand, or he as the ability to give himself one superpower with a time limit (TBD)

His personality is more jovial and cracks jocks. Phantasm is sick of his bird puns, but well sometimes he gets under her feathers

Dr. Riley Ruckus - Supporting character and now second main antagonist

Before becoming the Phantasm

Note: I forgot her freckles, sorry XD

Curator of the "Ruckus' Museum of Science" and daughter of Dr. Manfred "Fred" Ruckus.

She was friends and sorta is still friends with the duo. She tolerates Nicholas Nack (No. They're not related, and yes. I am keeping some of the cannon. No shipping) and had a rocky relationship with the mayor

She was very close to her father, Manfred (as her mother died in an expedition accident), and is the next Ruckus in line to inherit her family museum.

Her role was to investigate around the city and help the heroes find more about the akumatization.

Kids tend to stress her out a bit due to their lack of interest in her presentations as their attention was always drawn to the stupid Dino figure (who is historically inaccurate) Nick made as propaganda

Her family also found the book containing information about the miraculous, and her mother was the one who found about the peacock miraculous.

She used to have a bit of a secondary role until the special "Rise of the Phantasm"

She used to be an allied for the heroes.

After becoming Phantasm - Events after 4-part special

Note: The good boi is ok, he's being a good boi in the background doing good boi things

After the events and becoming the Phantasm, Riley became much colder and quite temperamental. She sorta remains friends with the main cast, but has become more distant due to the events

Her appearance drastically changed as she took over the museum she had to get into a more professional image, and was getting a bit more involved with candidate Rachel Breadstone and Mayor Handee was helping her with the museum.

She and Mortimer eventually learned each other's identities and formed an alliance as they fear the other could expose them. The eventually formed a Platonic bond and were in good terms, almost as best friends/ a mentoring relationship (No cannon x cannon shipping in this AU BTW)

She called off her deal with the two main heroes (in their hero alter egos) after they decided to redeem a group a bit related to her villain arc. She's rather cold and often ignores them.

She works very closely with Mortimer trying to translate the book her late mother found

Peacock miraculous holder and Owner of Duusuu

Duusuu does get along pretty well with Riley and she finds them tolerable. They basically adore her and drink Coffee with her.

Alter ego the Phantasm.

The Phantasm - Riley's alter ego

Note: Mayura is not really a pretty design and I gave her a mask for congruency. My AU my rules.

Her face mask is more reminiscent of a peacock. Her suit seems to be a dress, but it's a full suit with a not removable jacket that contains the peacock feathers.

Her fan is still her weapon and she can take one of the feathers and throw it as a dagger. She can also separate it into two to fight with her hands.

She works closely with Phantasmagoria for her public appearances, as she stays in the shadows working around and pulling variables to her advantage.

Her powers are basically the same as Mayura with the exception that she can create multiple amoks with the same consequences as Shadow has.

I haven't decided her ultimate power yet, but it's probably relating to creating a giant sentimoster to aid her. Sentimonsters tend to reflect what a person want and/or need the most.

Her suit can actually open her tail feathers, so that's her shield. They can also extend and make her land safely on her feet.

She makes clear that she's Shadow's partner in crime and not his assistant.

When contacting an amok or an akuma (if they're link) she can alter her voice to sound as Phantasmagoria.

Dr. Manfred Ruckus - Supporting character

He was more of a minor supporting character until the special "Rise of the Phantasm"

He was a great fanatic of heroes and the one who requested Nick to create Dino.

He took great care of Riley as she was the last remaining of his late wife, and the only family left.

His late father gave him the Ruckus museum and he often donated to charities

He rescued the Good boi and gave him to him as a gift for Riley during her time grieving over her late Mother

As Phantasmagoria

One day he was gone and the other day he appear to the public as Phantasmagoria.

Nothing is much know about his rise as a villain or his reason why. He's the face the Phantasm use for her public appearances.

He doesn't use his powers, but does fight with his fan (Which I forgot to mention it was made out of metal)

His mask is removable, but is speculated he uses it due to his accident. He no longer appears as Manfred but now as Phantasmagoria.

Nick Nack - Supporting character, now Anti-hero

Note: No, He doesn't have a fox as a pet is probably a statue

Artist and owns his own gallery. He has fair prices and sometimes lets people enter the gallery for free. His art varies from various inspirations

He made Dino the Dinosaur as per requested by Dr. Fred Ruckus. Riley told him to add feathers, Manfred told him to be created so he did not add them to piss off Riley. Dr. Fred loved his work

He's in an ok term with the heroes in their civil and hero form. He annoys them and they annoy him, but there is nothing that bad outside the occasional insulting Nick's supposed genius with criticizing his art

He's much nicer than the cannon version, and still has a lot of Daddy issues.

Mortimer ignores him, but at least he's in good terms with Daisy and she gives him goodies.

Owner and best friend of Trix

He found the fox miraculous and did try to tell the heroes but he was ignored. He kept it.

Alter ego is "Mr. Foxglove" (He gains it around season 2)

Mr. Foxglove - Nick's alter ego

His suit is more related to a fox but picrew was very limited.

Yes. He is named after Mr. Fox and Foxglove, it's meant to be a pun.

He has more of a trickster personality like a fox usually does in fables and stories.

Just like Lady Kitty Noir, his gloves have claws but he cannot exactly get them out whenever he pleases.

He has super hearing and speed. He has also the ability of camouflage

His flute is his weapon and he has to play a tune to activate his shield (Fox symbol)

He's more of an anti-hero as he helps both heroes and villains whenever he pleases or they convince him. He will help the Phantasm every time she threatens him (Why? Squirrels In My Pants/ They meet in season 3)

He accidentally slipped the whole Phantasm and Phantasmagoria deal after accidentally referring to Phantasmagoria as it and the Phantasm as she.

I am still deciding his powers, but he can make several illusions by playing minor notes. Prop ultimate power is a moving illusion with power suit consequences.

Daisy Danger - Supporting character, later hero

Note: not much info on her, so sorry Darlings

She's a character in progress sadly, so there is not much about her.

She's a home baker and a single mom. She took Beth under her wing and cares for her as an adoptive mother/aunt

She often helps with making pastries for special events and sent cookies to the Ruckus family.

She's sorta Riley's best friend and a mom friend to everyone.

She then becomes a mom to Scout, and makes sure she doesn't overwork herself during.

She becomes a miraculous holder thanks by Lady Kitty Noir choosing her to help her out. Beth gave her the miraculous back after revealing her identity. (Season 2)

She's now Pollen's owner

Alter ego is Captain Honey Bee

Captain Honeybee - Daisy's alter ego

Still under construction

Her googles basically function the same way as Shadow and Lord bug as well as her wings.

Her hair now has some black stripes and her suit resembles a bee.

Her weapon is still the same, but she can paralyze a couple of people. Still super suit downside

Her superpower would be the one that Multimouse has of becoming very small like a bee, which enhances her abilities to the max and is hard to spot.

Just as Lord Bug, she had to stick to the walls, and her vision is much better.

She also has super strength and her shield is shaped in a honey comb.

#Hello puppets #au #mlb crossover au #daisy danger #riley ruckus #mortimer handee #nick nack #scout hello puppets #superheros #villains #WIP #masterpost #inspired by show #Sarabeth “Beth” Jenkins (OC)#Beth Jenkins (OC)#Manfred Ruckus (OC)#Anthony pierson OC #No one is related and I have made my pov so many times that I am tired of repeating myself #yes I did call Nick that

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cheswirls · 4 months ago

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ok i def have decided i need to rewatch the finale to get a good consensus but after browsing the show's tag (granted this is 2 days after the finale aired so i understand the immediate hype has died down and people have had time to digest and criticize the show as a whole) and being met w a lot of long commentary posts instead of content for the finale i wanted to see (gifs, art, etc) i'm gonna attempt to formulate my thoughts in more detail before doing anything else

largely i do not think anyone's criticism matters to me but it was interesting to see the difference in opinion and a lot of the same critical beats i've seen repeated over and over bother me so (this is in no way a response to anyone btw!!!) here's my two cents:

jellyfish can't swim at night was good. i liked it! but there's a difference between good and great, and the same for liking and loving a show. i know that it was very entertaining and i had a lot of fun watching every episode, but i also didn't think about it much until it was saturday again and a new ep was out.

when i wrote that other post-finale thoughts post i had to look up kiui and kimura's names. i had to make sure meru was the correct girl i was thinking of. there's no denying i enjoyed the show, but i also think that joy was limited to when i was watching it. when i get super into an anime, i have no trouble memorizing everyone's names. the character designs in this anime are all unique and creative while still being in the scope of real-world possible. i say this to highlight that no one looked the same and yet i still struggled to remember everyone's given names, and it didn't help that most of the main cast each had a legal and stage name!

the show being Just Good isn't a problem, btw. it was never meant to be ground-breaking or tell this fantastic tale, after all. it's always been a show about teenage girls making music, and that's completely fine! actually, i didn't even look at it thru yuri-tinted glasses until the 5th episode and hadn't considered anything else beyond that at all (re, kiui possibly being nb). i said before that i was a little sad that kano/mahiru never went anywhere, but after soaking in the (limited) opinions of the masses, i changed my mind: i think it's fine.

largely why i think the finale was okay despite being rushed is that it left everything on a good note. i didn't even realize ep12 was the last until the title card, and yea i do think the narrative could've benefited from a 2-cour season or even a 13th episode, but the way things ended wasn't bad by any means. the point (imo) was to establish things getting better and wrapping up what was left uncertain or was at least not good. by 'not good' i mean not happy, etc. the finale certainly did this and i think it was pulled off rather well! but only because this anime is what it is. the story the creators wanted to tell was accomplished, the most important beats were closed out, and all ends well :)

my main takeaway abt all the yuri "bait" is that i've decided that i don't think of it as bait anymore. the anime in full takes place over the last year of high school for these four girls, and it ends with them graduating and getting ready to pursue their own paths in life. it's a happy, uplifting sorta open-ended, and i appreciate that. these four have found themselves and have worked through some of the issues in their lives that were holding them each back. now they have to get out into the world and explore their lives further. it's great! it's great, and i like that it ended this way. there's no need for absolutely everything to get wrapped up because it's not over! as shown with the montage in the very end, things are still moving forward, just beginning.

it's been a bit and i might be misremembering, but i think the kano/mahiru kiss in ep5 was the first kiss for one of them. it was impulsive and they didn't really talk about it, but i don't think it just "went nowhere" because of everything that followed. they're still on really good terms and they went out (i think one of them explicitly used the term 'date' when they did) and at the end i've decided that it's okay that nothing was explicitly defined. that implies to me that they're both figuring out what they want, and it's something either or both of them will have to grow into. there's a vast difference between queer bait and between putting a pin in a thought/idea. it goes along very well with the anime's open ending for me too.

the first two years after i graduated high school were easily the most pivotal years of my life. i learned so much about myself, and it's largely because of the different environment i was in. now that the four main characters are out of that life (even if only free from social stigma by not being highschool age anymore - kano and kiui weren't in school much but it is still something they can put behind them) and have more freedom to be able to do what they want (even if it just means not being trapped in school for 8+ hrs a day) then they will all definitely begin to change as people, more than the show has already expanded upon. and that is so exciting to me!!

another point abt the open-end is that i think from what i've seen, it's that aspect of the finale that's getting criticized. it's fine to not like open-endings! but they are legit forms of storytelling, and it's not "bad writing" to not tie everything in a pretty bow. to me, after watching the finale, the point of it ending the way it did was to highlight that none of the four main characters' stories are over. the vibe of this show was never supposed to be 100% serious and i think "teasing" mahiru and kano's relationship was meant to plant a seed of the possibility in each of their minds. not liking open-endings is not valid criticism for saying the entire show is terrible and the finale was bad. everyone can have their preferences, but the anime was never supposed to be groundbreaking plot-wise or content-wise and i think having a stigma against it in full bc it didn't feature what you wanted it to is stupid and childish. it showed a snapshot (not even a full year!!!!! c'mon now) in the lives of four different people and did a good enough job of navigating all of them in the runtime it got. not every anime has to be 100% conclusive and this is definitely a good example of such.

#jellyfish can't swim at night #<going back to tag posts w this since im on desktop atm #its both a shorter tag and also not the main tag so it keeps my posts outta tumblrs filters

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fighting-these-demons · 5 months ago

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Bucch*g*ri liveblog ep1

Alright let's start Bucchigiri!

I'll Tag it .... " Magic Carpet Slide " for now. I may change it later.

Alright let's jump in!

I would LOVE to have gyoza for breakfast! 😢

My instincts are to call MC Yusuke-lite but from the 1 review I watched the only thing that stuck in my mind is that he's not much like Yusuke despite looking so similar. So I'll just call him MC until I have his name.

Oooooooooo haunted shrine! Better run boys! Also are they skipping class after drinking all night? And sleeping in the shrine? I wonder if these two will be important? They're certainly silly! 😂

I like the OP! I like how Kazuma-lite's trio have matching hair and eye colors! Depending on how things go I may root for them as an ot3. 💖

Blonde is certainly giving off sweet sunshine with a dark side vibes and Blue is giving irritated and short fuse tsun! Very Kurahi-esque!

Idk how I feel about the main female character's design. It's a bit much for me but I may love her idk. She's certainly precious.

If character design is anything to go by then I'll be rooting for Dark Blue Buzzcut. He's got The Vibes

The teacher/Principal/Business man has a Cat Ear Butler Friend?????????

Ok that's what I'm Invested In! 💖💖💖💖 I hope Neko-mimi Butler Guy is an adult chasing after Business/Teacher/Principal guy!

It could be funny if he's like a younger sibling trying to ruin his career via family shame though. 😂

Big Blue Man with intense beard is looking like my biggest crush actually but poor MC is terrified of him.

Oof MC needs an adult! 😨😱

AAAAAAAAA NOOOOOOO!!!!!! NOT KAZUMA-LITE SLEEPING OUTSIDE ON A FLOOR SOMEWHERE NOOOOOO!!!! 😭😭😭💔💔💔

SAVE HIM MC!!!!!

Oh dang he looks completely different when his hair isn't curled and gelled. I like his curled and gelled hair better though I think.

I didn't see the two from earlier in the OP so I guess they're not in the show much.

Are they really having some Brick House 3rd year fight Kazuma-lite who is apparently a 1st year???

Kazuma-Lite is on the Minato Kai team.

This school looks like its crumbling apart? There's holes in the roof and windows? (Also there's a dome and spire roof?) Why are they allowing classes in a building that can't withstand weather?

There's a big ttity redhead in a tank top (that's gotta be against dress code) and wearing the boys uniform (based), a big guy with a purple perm, and a guy wearing a keffiyah AND a cross around his neck? Confusing.

I'm just guessing that no one in this series gives a single damn about dress code.

Kazuma-Lite is named Matakara.

Lmao MC is NOT impressed by this fighting BS. Damn why does the school look so dilapidated? That's a ton of graffiti.

The business man must be a teacher or principal.

There's garbage and toys in the high school hallway???

Clearly this man isn't paid enough and he seems like a wreck. Love him. (Hope he doesn't turn out to be a creep)

Oh hey it's just like Wind Breaker! 😂👍

Those two guys in the center seem like they've been held back for 9 years!!! 🤣🤣🤣

Oh dude that one guy with the cool undercut and ponytail though! 💖💖💖

Sjsjsjsjsjsbs

LMAO hes the prettiest boy in class good for him! 😂

I saw 2 girls!

MC is Arajin

3 girls! (Yeah uniforms seem optional or the dress code just isn't enforced)

4 girls! There's the main female character.

Dang I can tell the other girls will be non-existant. 😭

Love that in his mind He would be taking Her name lmao. Wonder why?

Blondies skirt is cute!

Matakara's shirt has a built in tramp stamp in the shape of a heart God Bless! 🤣

Oof. The other team has SS initials and their logo looks like the Nazi SS lightningbolt. 😬😞 well. That's shitty.

That unintentionally turns this guy into a skinhead.

This must be in the south of Japan to grow palm trees like that.

Aw good for Arajin! He got a girl on the first day!

DUDE YOUR EXPENSIVE MUSICAL INSTRUMENT!!!!!

You're leaving it in a room full of guys that would absolutely sell it?????

Hiei-lite tripped him and wears orange shoes. Good choice fir his teal hair.

What is at the end of blondies pigtails? It can't be his hair because it can't be locced at the end like that and flowing at the top so it's sort of like pom poms?

I can't believe that worked! 😂

Run Arajin run!

Sjeisjsj ahahahahahahahahaha lost his glasses and ran into Matakara to boot. 😂

Oh wow what a look! Work boots with thay kilt/skirt/what have you is such A Look! Love it! 💖

They're bith shocked that he knows him! CHILDHOOD FRIENDS!!!!! AAAAAAAAA

Well. Its over. That's The Ship!

Aaaaaaaaa they were PRECIOUS!!!!!!! 💖💖💖

Wait a second. His hair is NATURALLY curly. So why was it straight like that during the OP?

Does he have a Secret Twin that perms his hair straight?

Poor Arajin is in Shock from the reversed height difference. 😂😂😂😂

Blondie us now curious and Teal Terror is looking upset and insecure. Matakara is SO EXCITED!!!! Aaaaaaw! 💖 He's been hoping to see him again for years!

He introduces him as his childhood friend aw! 💖💖

Ehsidnsjsjshsisb Blondie is shocked and bewildered and curious and passive aggressive and Teal Terror is full jealous/bitter! Love it! 💖 I may root for the ot3 anyway because I bet they're cute and have middle school history!

Aw! I can't tell if he's just insecure that Matakara is so much bigger and more masculine than him now or if they parted ways on bad terms. That definitely hurt and disappointed Matakara though! :(

Hmmm he moved away for a while and considers the town bad luck. Surely if he moved away and then moved back other people should recognize him too right?

He didn't look too much when he got to the gate. It also didn't take long to get to the gate. What happened to her? I hope she's ok.

Oh no! He didn't go back for his bass/cello?????? Damn that thing is long gone. His mom is so cute! I love her!

Lmao that looks like the kind of drama I'd watch too if it existed! 😂 what corruption leads to this nun breaking her vow of celibacy? Find out next week!

I hope that wasn't him calling his mom an old hag. 😕

This nazi hideout looks so dumb. They stole playground teeter totter spring rides and put them on the roof with Buggy The Clown and a stolen McDonald's playplace slide.

Lmao it actually has either Hazi or Nazi on it are you kidding????

Counter faith man stands out front to confuse people entering

They stole a jungle gym and broke the floor with it and the word gym is spray painted on the wall.

What an interesting voice for this guy. I'd have chosen differently but. Well. He is the head of the nazi group so like. I'm not invested.

Oh he got confused and put the Butterfly on his Left Shoulder instead of his Right. Kagamine Instructions Unclear.

Oh man Skinhead was about to be saved by the power of love and a crush on Matakara before he took that boot to the face. Hopefully he'll get another chance!

SHWIENEBDUDHEBSISSUSHBSJSJS

I love this fictional sacrilegious drama! They ought to make it it's own anime!

Damn that must have been hard on both of them.

Theory that will likely be debunked:

Arajin has this guilt about not standing up for his friend and likely stopped talking to him because avoiding him was the only way to avoid his own cowardice. Meanwhile I bet Matakara feels like he lost his best friend because he was too weak that day and trained for years to be string enough to protect himself so that Arajin doesn't leave him behind out of embarrassment again. Since he's convinced that Arajin is awesome.

IT WAS ARAJIN THAT SAID THAT TO HIS MOM! HOW DARE!!!!

The background shots are getting funnier because today 7 background guys decided to get the same haircut.

Absolutely no one is paying attention to this poor frail man! 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔 Poor Teach!

Oh no! She's missing! What happened to her yesterday????

Teal Terror is BIG MAD that Matakara thinks so highly of this new guy and that the new guy blew Matakara off.

Oh thank goodness she was just skipping class.

She's gonna absolutely shake him down for cash. Go girl go!!!! Take him for all he's worth! (That or because she lives here and she's used to the guys here she must think he's gay and a twink on sight alone lmao)

Mahoro is her name!

lmao Matakara what timing! Teal Terror is so jealous lol.

Aw Blondie wants to do the right thing and Teal Terror said "Nah, Fuck 'im!"

They really made him go to an arcade? How do they even still have an arcade?

He's so fucking fake! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Oh No it's Creep from the OP's underlings. 😨

TEAL TERROR LIVES UP TO HIS TITLE DAMN!!! Just left him out to dry like that on purpose because he's so bitter! 😂

Aw dang the teacher isn't dating the greeter. 😭 Jasmine must be cute.

Oh hey what are the chances that that's where Matakara has been sleeping?

A flintlock? Oh damn a kid with a gun. OH SHIT

I wonder how they saw it? They wouldn't have been scandalized by him ending up on the ground so I wonder if it looked like he really shot himself?

The dumbest horniest teenage wish possible.

Is this gonna be a western interpretation "Be Careful What You Wish For" sort of thing where his wish is twisted into something he didn't expect? Or will his mind be read and will he end up with the girl?

Don't they have extremely strict public decency laws? How has he not been caught by a cop yet?

Why is Blondie fully naked in front of a window???????

Damn Teal Terror came by specifically to talk shit and try to take Arajin down a few pegs. 😂 Damn dude is down bad!

He didn't know just how much Matakara apparently idolizes Arajin.

All that effort and fun wasted. o7 Better luck next time my guy.

While Arajin's looking up info on if he's going crazy he doesn't question why this genie looks so similar to Matakara physique-wise? Not even for a second?

Oh his hobby is stamps. Neat.

FLEECE HIM GIRL!!! TAKE HIM FOR ALL HES WORTH! WALK OUT WITH THE BAG!!!

Oh man he didn't think to practice ignoring him and not responding before the date??? 😂 maybe he thought he'd be gone before then.

Why did they choose ice cream when statistically that would be a terrible idea? Shouldn't he know by 16 that he doesn't tolerate dairy?

Damn girl just leave. This amount of secondhand embarrassment isn't worth it.

Shsusjsjsusjsh she says the meanest shit in the sweetest voice. Love it.

Also I like that they have her in accurate Lolita worn in an Otome style with a more casual petticoat and less accessories. Although I think her look could have used wrist cuffs.

Ahahahahahahahahahahagagaga

Dude on the first date?????????? He's insane.

Wow they're really leaning into that SS lightning bolt huh?

😬😞

Oh are he and her working together or enemies that try to fleece the same targets? That was some look.

Why are they after Arajin? What could he possibly have done? He's some frail transfer student

WHSUSBSJSJANS

Well. That's certainly a reason to fight him. It also makes me look at her shenanigans less favorably for sure.

Oh damn Teal Terror really fucked up his chances with Matakara! Matakara is massively pissed and disappointed. He's off to save the day!

Go Matakara go!!!!! 💖💖💖👍

He Jingles and he Jangles as he kicks the shit out of people. All those chains. -20 to stealth

😱🤢

AW HELL!!!!!!!!!!!

REALLY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

NAH Y'ALL I HATE IT HERE!!!!!!

😫😭

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Look. I stand for people's right to ship whatever they want for fictional ships.

That being said Incest will make me sick every single time. 🤮

Man I wanted to like her too! This sucks!

Anyway

35th victim? What is wrong with the both of them????

Also he's clearly some kinda queer because before he knew Arajin was on a date with his little sister he was Making Tongue at him like......😐

Aw dude dont say it. 😣

He's gotta scream it every time in order to fight doesn't he? Aw man. I gotta get used to this quick. 😩

Man I LOVE the way they animated Head Honcho Nazi flying off though that was sick.

The ED.....

The cast likes her???? When she wants to fuck her brother???? They're into that?????

There were 3 whole other girls? Are the rest of them all lesbians exclusively?

What is going on????? What'd she do? Drink Love Potion #9????

The ED would be really cute without context. With context I kinda hate it right now.

I do like how its animated though. And the song is cute.

This is gonna be one of those 3 episodes to give it a shot type deals.

#Oof. There were great parts for sure but the last 10 minutes were rough #I don't like that they went with the SS initials and motif. That's was supremely shitty.#I want to like long green haired guy so hopefully despite all the awful imagery and framing they'll do something cool with him #His aesthtic is so great it would be a waste to make him garbage! 😭#Youtube #Magic Carpet Slide

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sweettoothedtrickster13 · 1 year ago

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A Second Look Chapter 5

Tags: Female Sherlock Holmes, Elementary, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Season 1 Episode 12- M.

Warnings: None

Summary: When a case touches a nerve, Sherlock spirals.

Notes: Whew. So I hate watching this episode, and actually the next one too bc I hate seeing Sherlock so broken. But it's also a really important episode, so I figured I'd write it. Hope you enjoy!

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Sherlock had been happily watching some of her bees buzz for some time when Watson comes down the stairs. “What are the bees doing in here,” Watson asks.

“Buzzing,” Sherlock provides.

“No, I mean what are they doing inside. Why aren’t they on the roof with the other bees?” Watson stops next to her.

“I’m seeing how the indoor temperature suits them. Our six weeks together are very nearly up, Watson,” she says as she stands. “In a matter of days, your room will be vacant. I’m very seriously considering turning it into an apiary. Finally the space will serve a purpose.”

“You say the nicest things,” Watson says as she moves behind her. “The end of our companionship is actually what I wanted to talk about,” she notes.

“Do tell.”

“When I’m wrapping up with a client, I like to carry out exit protocols,” Watson continues.

“Sounds ominous.”

“No, we just need to talk.”

Sherlock pauses. Talking. That sounds ominous, as well. “It’s time I tell you Watson, you place far too much emphasis on talking. Most of what humans say to one another is communicated haptically,” she explains, gesturing to her body and looking at Watson. “When I think of the many thousands of words you have wasted during your time here-”

“And yet there was one sentence that if I had never spoken we wouldn’t have realized we were soulmates,” Watson says. “Just because we won’t be companions anymore doesn’t mean we don’t have to see each other anymore. I explained that to you during the Purcell case.” Watson’s voice turns soft.

“Keeping that in mind, we don’t really have to do the ‘exit protocols’ now, do we?”

“It will be the end of our companionship. I want to get that formally over with so when I move to my next client, we can start with a clean slate.”

“Consider the slate clean.”

“That’s not how this works. So, we’ll have dinner and talk, out loud, and discuss my six weeks here and reflect on your progress.”

“Reflections are for mirrors. If you’d like, you can just give me a report card.”

“Sherlock.” Sherlock waits, but Watson doesn’t continue to talk. She looks at her. “Don’t blow me off, ok? Just do this. For me.”

Sherlock’s phone rings and she picks it up, looking at the caller I.D. “Captain Gregson. How may I be of assistance,” she answers.

“Got a weird one for you.”

“Perfect. Address?”

“I’ll text it to you and brief you when you and Watson get here. Bye.”

Sherlock hangs up. “Come, Watson. A murder awaits.” She goes to her room and changes and meets Watson at the door and they hail a cab to get to the address Gregson had provided.

“The owner of the house is a CPA by the name of Ian Vickers,” Gregson says as he walks them in the door. “We’re pretty sure he’s also the victim.”

“By ‘pretty sure,’ you mean,” Sherlock prods.

“There’s no body. Just blood.”

Gregson stops at the edge of the living room and Sherlock takes a step to her left. She stares at the large pool of blood on the floor. Her own starts to roar in her ears as everything starts to rush through her mind.

“Hey,” Watson’s voice breaks through, and Sherlock focuses again. “You ok?” She nods wordlessly.

“Aside from the blood,” Gregson continues, undeterred. “The scene is clean. No footprints, no witnesses, no nothing. Whoever did this, we don’t know the first thing about him.”

“He’s tall,” Sherlock remarks.

“Excuse me?”

“He’s tall. Strong, too. He’d have to be to hang his victims from a hook. Hook’s gone now, but it was once attached to a tripod device of the killer’s own design. He assembled it after he incapacitated Vickers, hung him upside down, and slit his throat. Gravity and the last few beats of his heart pushed every last ounce of blood from his body.”

“A tripod device,” Gregson asks, incredulous. “Look, Holmes, I know you’re good, but what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Here,” Sherlock says, crouching and pointing. “It’s from one of the legs. There are two more groove marks in the perimeter of the blood there and there,” she indicates. “After he’d completely drained Vickers, he dismantled the device taking it and the exsanguinated corpse of his victim with him.”

“Sherlock, how did you deduce all that from this pool of blood,” Watson asks.

“I didn’t deduce anything, actually,” Sherlock admits. “I’ve stalked this particular madman before. In London.”

“I’ll get the files from Scotland Yard sent to me,” Gregson says. “Come to the precinct tomorrow, I want a total debrief on what you know.”

“Certainly.”

She stands at the edge of the living room and watches the crime scene technicians process the scene.

The next morning, Watson drives them to the precinct. They walk into the bullpen, where Gregson had set up boards concerning the serial killer. “Now, Holmes has tailed this guy before,” Gregson says to the precinct as they settle into chairs and stand around. “That means she knows the most. I’ll have her tell us what she knows. Holmes?”

Sherlock walks to the boards and puts her back to them. “M,” she starts. “A simple moniker for a complicated monster. He is, without question, the most sinister taker of lives I have ever had the displeasure of pursuing,” she says. “He’s been active since January of 2002. During the last ten years, he has tallied a body count of thirty-seven. His image has never been captured. He is methodical. He is as efficient as he is clean. He also has no type or victim profile, which makes it almost impossible to predict when, where, or whom he might strike. His oldest victim in the U.K. was in her late eighties. His youngest a mere twelve.” She hears quiet sighs and gestures to areas of the boards as she talks. “He drains his victims of their blood and then dumps their bodies in the ocean. Bodies of twenty-one of his victims were recovered from the shoreline. The other sixteen were presumably carried out to sea. I wouldn’t be surprised if the body of his latest victim, Mr. Vickers, were to make an appearance on one of your beaches in the next few days.”

“I’ll call the Coast Guard, tell them to keep an eye out,” Bell says.

“Yeah,” Gregson assents.

“I trust that the lab has, by now, confirmed that the blood at the scene was Vickers’,” she asks Gregson.

“All twelve pints of it.”

More quiet noises of shock and revulsion. “M’s fascination with blood is as mysterious as the man himself. He mentions it in his correspondence with police,” she says, striding forward and picking up the stack of photos of the letters. “But only rarely,” she hands a stack to the nearest detective. She walks about the front of the room, handing out stacks for the detectives to pass among themselves. “You’ll notice he has a tendency to ramble. Do not be fooled. I have long suspected that M isn’t nearly as mad as he’d like to lead the authorities to believe. His letters are, in my humble estimation, a feint. An attempt to make everyone who would attempt to analyze him believe he is one thing when he is, in fact, vastly another. Finally, M tends to kill in bunches. So be prepared for more bodies to drop. I’ve brought my personal files on this killer to the station, and I’m arranging them for your consumption.”

“Alright, let’s get to work,” Gregson announces. Sherlock walks off to the side and the gathered detectives and officers start to murmur. She goes to the conference room where she had stacked her case files.

“Hey. How are you doing,” Watson asks when she walks in behind her.

“Quite well. Why,” Sherlock questions as she starts to leaf through a pile of papers.

“You seem oddly chipper.”

“I do?”

“And last night, at the crime scene. The way you were staring at the blood.”

“I was struck, I suppose. The moment I laid eyes on the scene, I knew who has done it. Not by name, of course, but by method and moniker.”

“And this morning?”

Sherlock looks at her and strides behind her, closing the door to the conference room to leave them in relative privacy.

“Ten years ago, when M first started killing, I was an integral part of the investigation. By the time he had claimed his 36th life, however, my addiction was out of control. I was, I’m embarrassed to say, useless to Scotland Yard. Now, his appearance in the colonies is a second chance for me. To do what I should have done years ago- bring a ruthless killer to justice.”

Gregson opens the door. “Let me ask you a question,” he says, coming into the room. “This M. character. What was his awareness of you back in London?”

“He might have made reference to me in a letter or two. Why?”

“And his appearance in the States, in New York, so soon after you is, what, a coincidence?”

“I hadn’t given that much thought, Captain.”

“Maybe he knows you’re here.”

“Perhaps.”

Gregson sighs. “I’m posting a couple of unis outside your door until further notice.”

“Captain, that’s hardly necessary-”

“No arguments.” He sighs. “I’m not losing my soulmate if I can help it.” He smiles a little and turns. With his hand on the doorknob, he looks back. “The uniforms will be there whether you like it or not.” Sherlock follows him out after a moment and goes to the copier, feeding a paper into it.

“Well, I have an appointment soon but I’ll be back in a couple hours,” Watson says, following her.

“I shall count the seconds until your return.”

“And when I get back, I’ll help you with the M files.”

“Actually, that won’t be necessary.”

“You need all the help you can get.”

“While I appreciate that, I’ve realized I’ve become too dependent on your assistance. Much as it pains me to admit, you’ve become a crutch, at least in part. I need to get used to working alone again.”

“You sure,” Watson asks gently.

“Positive,” Sherlock looks at her. “You go to your appointment, Watson. I shall keep you apprised of both my work and the progress of the case via email.”

Sherlock goes between the conference room and the bullpen, working the case. “Holmes,” Gregson calls, and she looks up. “Vickers washed up. Come on.”

Sherlock follows the man. Just as he described, the bloodless body of Ian Vickers is on the coastline with CSU technicians working around it. “No evidence,” Sherlock asks, already knowing the answer.

“No. Water must have washed it all away.” Gregson sighs. “This guy’s good.”

Sherlock doesn’t reply.

“Hey,” Gregson says, and she looks at him. “Don’t worry. We’ll get him.”

“Oh, of that I have no doubt, Captain,” she nods.

Gregson looks a little taken aback. “And like I said, those unis will be posted at your door all night, just in case M tries to get at you.”

They stay with the corpse until it’s transported to the morgue, where Gregson leaves her alone after the autopsy. Sherlock texts Watson the details and where she is before she puts on gloves and examines the body closely.

“Hey. I got your text,” Watson says when she walks in.

“Meet Ian Vickers,” Sherlock says. “Washed up on Roosevelt Island. Which narrows M’s dumpsite to the whole of east Manhattan.”

Watson walks to Vickers' head and examines it. “My money’s on the Brooklyn Navy Yard. Oil in the hair. There’s a high concentration of industrial oil in and around the Navy Yard. I donated to the cleanup effort a couple years ago.”

“Noted and informed Gregson.”

Sherlock walks to Vickers’ head and sniffs his hair. She runs her fingers through a section of it to more closely examine the oil both she and Watson had noticed.

“I’m gonna miss this,” Watson admits quietly.

Sherlock looks up and raises an eyebrow.

“Well, not this,” Watson gestures to the body. “But…this,” she gestures between herself and Sherlock. Sherlock slowly straightens. “Working with you,” Watson shrugs. “I think what you do is amazing. I wanted to tell you that at our wrap-up dinner, but there’s looking to be less and less of a chance of that happening with everything that’s going on.” Sherlock stares at her for a moment. “I’ll wait outside. Give me a five-minute warning and I’ll call a cab.” Watson turns and walks out of the morgue.

Sherlock examines the body further, then texts Watson the requested five minutes before she’s done and they go home.

“So given that it’s after 11, our delivery options are pretty limited,” Watson says while they walk in. Sherlock stops at the edge of her library. “There’s that Vietnamese place on 23rd, but I think you said it was a front for songbird smuggling.”

“Watson, I need you to be very, very quiet right now,” Sherlock requests.

“Why?”

“Because I believe our home has become a crime scene.”

Watson stops next to her and gasps when she sees the note.

“I’ll call Gregson,” Watson says. Sherlock nods and they don’t move. “Gregson. You need to get to the brownstone. M’s been here. No, no blood. He left a note.”

Soon, Gregson comes with a veritable army of detectives, officers, and crime scene technicians. He stands next to Sherlock. When the all clear is sounded, Gregson picks up the note with gloved hands. “Men make plans, God laughs,” he starts to read the note that had been comprised of letters cut from magazines like a stereotypical ransom note. “I am laughing at you now, as I always have. You think you honor me with your pursuit, you do not.” Sherlock and Watson look at each other before returning their attention to Gregson. “You are a mouse chasing a lion, a mere planet in orbit of a raging sun,” he turns his attention to Sherlock as he reads the last few words. “You talk to Ellis and Hitch yet,” Gregson turns to Bell.

“They were parked out front all night, never saw anyone come near the door.”

“He came in the back,” Sherlock says. “The lock was picked, quite expertly if I might add.”

“I guess this answers the question if he knows you’re in New York or not.”

“My apologies, Captain. If I had any inkling that he might follow me-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Gregson says, stepping in front of her and looking her in the eye. “He’s the twist, not you. This isn’t on you.” He puts his hand on her shoulder. “You two go pack a few things, I’m putting you both up in a safe house until we catch this guy.”

“Captain, all due respect, I hardly think that’s necessary.”

“Sherlock, a psychopathic serial killer with 37 notches in his belt is after you and was in your home!”

“If he wanted me dead, he would have lain in wait, not leave me some bombastic note.”

“Sherlock-”

“I’m as safe as houses here, Captain, I assure you. Put more uniforms at the back of the building if you want, those are the only two entrances into this apartment. But I am staying.”

“I’m not losing you,” Gregson says quietly.

“And you won’t. He wants the chase, wants me fully engaged. That’s all.”

Gregson shakes his head. “What about you, Ms. Watson? I’m sure you’ll feel safer somewhere else.”

“If Sherlock says we’re safe here, I believe her. And I go where she goes.” Gregson looks between the women, incredulous. But he shakes his head and stands at the edge of the library until everyone clears out.

“Thank you very much,” Watson says as everyone leaves. “Good night.”

“Sherlock,” Gregson says when everyone else is gone, and walks towards her. “Are you sure you don’t want to leave?”

“Quite.”

“And I can’t keep someone in here?”

“I box, Captain. And I assure you, I have more than enough weapons to defend myself.”

“You have guns?”

“No. I do, however, own a singlestick.”

“A what?”

“A long stick, rather like the handle of a broom, that I can use to defend myself. It’s used to strike the opponent in the pate,” she gestures to her own. “I can take care of myself, Captain. Thank you for your concern.” Gregson sighs.

“Goodnight, Sherlock. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Captain,” Watson says.

“Night.” He leaves.

Sherlock goes to her computer and pulls up the website to the property she’s planning on.

“What’s that,” Watson asks from behind her.

“Another one of my father’s properties. I’m think of moving once we’re through.”

“Since when?”

“Since our home was violated by a madman.” Watson frowns.

“You told the Captain you weren’t worried.”

“I’m not. Just thinking ahead; my enemies are legion. The next one might leave more than a note.”

“Well, I’m going to bed. Night, Sherlock.”

“Goodnight, Watson.”

Sherlock listens for her footsteps to disappear before she retrieves her security camera and downloads the information on it. She pauses it on M’s face. She makes a few calls.

Sherlock gently closes the door behind her and walks into the kitchen to get some food. Watson is sitting at the kitchen table. “Care to explain this,” she holds up the photo of M. “I got it from a friend of yours. Teddy? No? What about this,” she continues, sliding the book she had hidden the camera in across the table towards her. “I looked around, I found three more. I can’t imagine how many I didn’t see. It’s funny, when I moved in, you didn’t mention your little security system.”

“This is my sanctum sanctorum. You didn’t expect me to leave it unguarded, did you,” Sherlock speaks at last.

“Is this M,” Watson demands, pushing her finger onto the picture. “You told a bunch of children to go to upscale hotels and look for him. Why?”

Sherlock approaches and picks up the photo. “Note the hands. Vintage MG driving gloves. Quite expensive. But not nearly as expensive as his John Varvatos shoes. M has money- that much is obvious. He’s also a recent addition to New York. Why did I assume he was in a hotel as opposed to a property he might own? Quite simple. There was a curious scent on his note. High-end hand soap and an even higher-end mint shampoo. Both products are used individually by various upscale hotels around the city, but only one chain, the Betancourt, stocks both. My lieutenants and I each staked out a Betancourt and watched for M.”

“Oh, very impressive. I want to know why you shared a photo of a known serial killer with a bunch of kids rather with the police precinct you belong to!”

Sherlock turns off the sink she had been planning on getting a glass of water from. She pauses but puts the glass down and turns, walking back to Watson. “Several weeks ago, you learned of the existence of a woman named Irene Adler. I told you she’d died.”

Watson looks shocked. “M killed her.”

“Obviously he realized the degree to which I was assisting Scotland Yard in the hunt to find him and he made it personal. As to why I’m withholding this information from the police is quite simple. I have no intention of letting him be captured. I have every intention of torturing and murdering him.”

Sherlock walks away.

“What do you mean, you plan to torture and murder M,” Watson demands, following her.

“I hardly think I could be much clearer.”

“This isn’t a joke!”

“No. This is revenge.”

“How are you so calm,” Watson asks as Sherlock retrieves her kit.

“I’ll let you in on a secret. I’m not calm. I’m merely presenting a calm exterior. Inside I’m roiling. I have been dreaming about this moment for quite some time- one year, six months, twenty-two days. That’s when he killed her.”

“Irene.”

“We’d been together seven months by then,” Sherlock details, moving around the room and fetching various items. “I won’t bore you with the details of our courtship. Suffice it to say, I was quite smitten. Until that point in my life, I’d found most people quite boring. A means to a physiological end. Irene was different.”

“You were in love.”

Sherlock looks at her. “Prior to her murder, my drug use had been recreational. Something to do when I was bored or needed a boost during a particularly challenging investigation. After Irene, I lost control. I used various stimulants as I tried to help the authorities identify M. Once went several weeks without sleeping. When the trail went cold, I turned to opiates.”

“Look, I’m grateful to know the whole story,” Watson says. “But you’ve come a long way since London. I’m not going to let you risk it all by chasing down a psychopath.”

“I don’t think you understand, Watson. Without you, none of this would have been possible. Everything you’ve helped me do during the last 6 weeks- every meeting you dragged me to, every exercise you made me perform- everything has been in preparation for this moment. I’m not throwing away anything I’ve learned. I’m using it. I’m as clearheaded and focused as I ever have been. There’s a clarity to my thinking that’s…frightening.”

“I didn’t help you stay sober so you could become a murderer.”

“You didn’t realize that’s what you were doing. Nor did I, for that matter. Not until I walked in on that crime scene and saw M’s handiwork. I realized I’d been given a second chance.”

“Is that why you didn’t want me to help with the M files? You didn’t want me to see Irene’s name and figure out that you were up to something? I was the only one who could make that connection.”

“I’d hoped we would never have this conversation. I don’t want you to feel responsible for something I have to do.”

“You lied to me because you know what you’re planning to do is wrong.”

“If you’re considering following me, I strongly advise against it.” She doesn’t want to hurt Watson. But she will if she has to.

“I’m not gonna follow you.”

“Good.” Sherlock walks away.

“But you know that I’ll call Captain Gregson.”

“Do what you feel you must, Watson. That’s what I’m doing.” She leaves.

Sherlock goes to Theodore. She taps his shoulder while he’s putting out the trash, making him whirl and exclaim in shock. “Theodore. Heard you met another one of my associates today. She said you had something for me.”

“Depends. You got something for me?”

She holds up an American hundred dollar bill. Theodore reaches for it but she pulls it out of reach. “Tell me.”

Theodore does.

Sherlock goes to the woman’s apartment and stands behind M. He’s watching a football game. “Oh, that’s a joke,” M exclaims. “He hardly touched him!”

“Arsenal fan,” she remarks, making him turn. “As if I didn’t have enough reasons to despise you.”

“You,” M sneers.

“Me. Baton,” she extends it, and knocks him out.

She goes to the woman. “I will cut you free, but only if you don’t look at me. If you’d please wait ten minutes, you can call the police. Do you understand?” The woman nods. “Alright then.” Sherlock cuts her free and the woman doesn’t turn.

Sherlock drags M out and into the waiting car. She drives to the property. She hangs him up on the scaffold, suspending him by his hands tightly enough he doesn’t have a hope of getting away. She sits in a chair and waits.

M stirs. He strains against the restraints, trying to pull himself out of them. Sherlock stands in front of him, and M laughs.

“Hope you don’t mind being hung right-side up. I know you prefer the opposite for your victims.”

M looks at the various weapons she had laid out. “Figured out where you’re gonna start yet,” he asks conversationally, as if they’re sharing a cup of tea.

“I have not,” Sherlock admits. “I had hoped to use the bees in some capacity, but then it occurred to me that you might be allergic. After all this trouble, I’d hate for our fun to be over so soon,” she smiles.

“That would be a pity. Bit surprised at you, though,” M cocks his head. “I thought you were more of a by-the-book sort of broad. Why here? Why not take me straight to the nick?”

“I think you know why,” Sherlock approaches him.

“I think I don’t.”

“Irene.”

M pauses but shakes his head, frowns, and shrugs.

“Pretending the name isn’t familiar to you will not make things any easier for you.”

M thinks more. “Addison?” He grins, tilting his head back. “No. Adler. Irene Adler. Got killed in her flat, Camden lock, about a year and a half ago. Sorry to disappoint you, love, but that wasn’t me.”

“Of course it wasn’t. It was probably the other blood-draining maniac with the tripod device, hmm?”

“I was banged up in Brixton for six months. Got into a bit of a disagreement with a Man United fan. He was running around, slagging off the Arsenal. Didn’t paralyze him, just bashed him up a bit. And while I was doing the stretch, I read in the papers that the notorious ‘M’ had struck again. Imagine my surprise. But you disappoint me. And Scotland Yard, of course. Falling for that copycat so easily?” He chuckles. “Tell me. You and Ms. Adler, did you two shag? Because if you did, I would have paid a pretty penny to see that.” She restrains herself from throttling the man then and there.

“I must say, I’m a little disappointed in you,” Sherlock says. “I though you’d be a much better liar.”

“Haven’t lied yet.”

“Why would you, when you’re facing an agonizing death?”

“Ex-Royal Marine, love. Death’s an old friend.”

“Is he,” she asks, approaching him. “What about torture? Is he an old friend as well?” She pauses. “You made me a shambles of a woman,” she admits. “I’m going to return the favor.” She punches him in the ribs. Then the face. She walks away and hears M spit twice behind her.

“Anyone ever tell you that you punch like a woman,” he mocks.

“A woman did once. But she was much bigger than me.” M turns his head and spits blood again. “And the abductor of young girls she then used to turn a profit in the sex trade.” Sherlock shrugs. “So I didn’t really care about her opinion.”

Sherlock peruses her weapons.

“Well, you move quick. I drop my first body here, what, 72 hours ago? What’d you do, jump on a plane?”

“A plane from where,” Sherlock looks over her shoulder at him. M raises his eyebrows.

“Uh, London?”

“What made you think I’d gone back there?”

“What are you talking about, ‘gone back,’” M asks. “You trying to tell me you live here now?”

“You know very well where I live.”

“How would I know that?”

“Because you paid a visit there. Left me a note. Feigning amnesia will do you no good.”

“The brownstone was your place?” M shakes his head. “Something’s not right. I’m not what you think I am. I’m not a serial killer, love, I’m an assassin. I have an employer.” M must see Sherlock doesn’t believe him. “Look, I receive the names of everyone I kill for him. He pays me.”

“I already told you you’re a terrible liar, didn’t I?”

“Once again, I’m not lying. He sold me out. He never told me you was here.”

“Who didn’t?”

“My employer. The MO’s, the notes, all the serial killer bollocks, his idea!”

“Let’s pretend that I believe you,” Sherlock turns and leans against a table. “What was his motive for killing 37 people?”

“I don’t know, I never met the bloke. He sends me coded messages on me cell phone. It’s in my jacket. Have a look if you don’t believe me.”

Sherlock fetches it and looks through the messages. “This gobbledygook? Proves nothing.”

“Sebastian Moran, that’s my real name. Look me up! There was a trial, it was in the papers. You’ll see I was locked up when Adler was killed.” Sherlock types in Moran’s phone. “He talked about you, was obsessed. He never told me you was here and he sure as fuck didn’t tell me it was your flat I was breaking into. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the one who killed your girl.”

Sherlock starts to shake. “No.”

“Don’t let him play you as well!”

“No. It’s you. Has to be.”

“You saw the article, didn’t you? I’m telling the bloody truth!” Sherlock just breathes. “You can kill me for all the others, but your girl? That was him. That was Moriarty. He’s the one you want, not me.”

Sherlock puts aside Moran’s phone. “I seem to recall you saying you weren’t afraid to die.”

“It’s not fear I’m feeling right now, love. It’s anger. Righteous anger. Moriarty sold me out, and I’m gonna get even.”

“You’re a monster. A sadist. A murderer.” She turns back to her weapons.

“All of that. But I’m not a liar. I didn’t kill your girl.” Sherlock starts to shake again.

“You killed her.”

“I never touched a hair on her head!”

“You killed her.” She picks up an ice pick and grabs Moran’s head, holding it up to his eye.

“Moriarty said you was obsessed with puzzles. But he’s the greatest puzzle you’ll ever come across. You kill me now, you’ll be killing the best clue you’ll ever get.”

Sherlock lets go of his head and steps back.

“I knew you’d make the right decision,” Moran says. “You’re a rare thing in this world, Holmes. You’re an honorable woman.”

“A famous statistician once stated that while the individual man is an unsolvable puzzle, in the aggregate he becomes a mathematical certainty. You can, for example, never foretell what any one man can do, but you can with precision say what an average man will do.”

“You’re not average, though, are you Holmes?”

“Individuals vary. Percentages remain constant. I am not average, you’re right there Moran.”

She stabs him, making him scream. She backs away. Moran starts to laugh. “You made the right choice, Holmes. What do you want me to tell them?”

“Whatever you want.”

She releases him and drags him to the car, driving to the station with Moran laid out in the back seat, groaning. She pulls up to the station and drags Moran in. “This is M,” she announces to the bullpen. They’re swarmed and Moran’s stomach is wrapped in bandages. He’s cuffed and brought to Interview One.

Gregson arrives and points at her. “Park it in my office.” Sherlock goes, sitting on the couch. She makes a call to Brixton.

Watson walks in.

“You’re missing out on quite a story back there,” Watson says. She puts aside her coat and approaches her. “The stab wound he sustained? He claims he got it in a struggle, but I’m pretty sure if he had, there would have been more damage.” She drags a chair over and sits. “Looks more like he was stationary. Maybe even restrained. I used to be a surgeon, but I doubt I’d find a place to stab someone without actually doing any real harm.” Watson just looks at her, but Sherlock keeps looking straight ahead. “If that’s what you meant to do, I’m impressed. If you’re trying to make some sort of point-”

“He presumed to know me,” Sherlock cuts her off, looking at her at last. “He needed to be shown he did not.”

“He’s willing to confess to all the murders, but he won’t give you up.”

“He believes that he’s been wronged. He thinks I’m the best chance he has at bringing whoever wronged him to justice.”

“Are you planning on helping him? The man who killed Irene?”

“As a matter of fact, he did not.” She extends her phone, pulled up to the article. “He was incarcerated when she died. I confirmed it a short while ago.” She inhales. “I’m sorry that I lied to you, Watson. The last few days have been quite vexing. Even now I’m unsure I’ve done the right thing, allowing M to live. Strange, really. I’m rarely conflicted about my decisions. The beauty of deductive reasoning, I suppose. Makes a science of nearly everything. But not this.”

Watson stands and sits next to her. She lays a hand on Sherlock’s arm. “I’m going to miss this,” Sherlock whispers. “Maybe not this, but this,” she says, laying her hand on Watson’s and looking at her. “Working with you. I think what you do is amazing.” Watson presses against her side and lays her head on Sherlock’s shoulder. “I’m sorry our last days together had to go so poorly.”

Gregson walks in, furious. He closes his door. “Moran might not be giving you up, but I knew what you did, Holmes. You’re done. Joan, take her home.”

They stand and go home. Sherlock goes to sleep on the couch.

The sun eventually wakes Sherlock, and she turns and sees Watson on her phone, looking at something. “Watson, what is it,” she asks. She rolls off the couch and gets to her feet.

“I called your father last night. Given everything that’s happened, I recommended staying on a while longer.”

“And,” Sherlock asks, trying not to hope.

“He agreed.”

“I suppose the apiary will have to wait.” Sherlock walks to her evidence wall and takes everything down. When the wall is clear, she writes a single name on an index card and puts it up. She sits in a chair in front of it and looks up at it. Watson brings her tea and puts it on the floor next to her before silently sitting on the couch behind her. Sherlock sips and stares at the wall.

#trickster tales #elementary #female sherlock holmes #soulmate au

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goldentlme · 2 years ago

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WELCOME TO PART 2 : THE ULTIMATE SLEEP AWAKE TALENTSWAP ! BEFORE YOURE EYES NOW !!!!! i have . SO much to say about this its mostly me ranting about colours . be WARE !

EDIT I FORGOT TO TAG VENUS @chihirolovebot HEYY LOL

typical yelling below ! and Lots of it ! open at your own risk

brought to you by : my mikuification project ! ive spent so much fucking time on that Please . please . ill upload sdr2 when i finish thh and im almost done with it PLEASE !!

OKAY . this took a while . not nearly as long as i expected it to THANK GOD but still a bit . hands downt he most DIFFICULT part of this project was the colour choice .

first of all : these are ordered by the danganronpa v3 wiki character page , which is in alphabetical order by first name except for akamatsu who is at the top .

SECOND OF ALL : the red . physicists colour palette consists of the primay colours of white and olive green , with the secondary colour being black and the accent being gold . fine , right ? WELL its fine for a simple design like the regular physicist , where a 3rd dominant colour isnt needed . Howver most of the rest of thse designs GREATLY needed that 3rd , and i had a bitch of a time trying to figure out what exactly to make it . it took 10 minutes and a colour palette randomizer to give me the most Obvious solution of RED . Their eyes are literally red . How did i not think of that .

anyways youll also see a little but ofyellow in there too - my friend actually suggested that . the yellow on the artist look was already there when i showed this to it and its feedback was that the yellow seeme a little jarring compared to the rest and to add a little more and i said Wowie okay ! the yellow isnt as prevalent as i wanted but its fine as is i think ! other than that i tried to keep the dominant colours to green , black and red while preserving the general Colour blocking fromthe og . aka white shirt , green bottoms , black shoes . it didnt always work that way but it did most of the time !

OH and i also changed the colours here and there depending on what looked best in the moment . mainly astronauts purple graphic shirt and anthropologists brown shorts . originally astronauts socks were purple but that friend from earlier said it clashed so i switched it over [: the main colour on any one design depends entirely on what i thought looked best when i was colouring .

OK NO MORE COLOUR TALK . my favs are absolutely magician , detective , maid and anthropologist . Theyre so skrunkly .

idk if its obvious but i was kinda running out of steam while designing the last 2 , aka the aikido master and cosplayer . the way i did this was doing the lineart first all in one go and Then colouring them all soi dont get too hung up on one specific part , and designing those last 2 was So hard . some of these talents Were nightmares trying to design for , because the whole point behind this was 1: to make sleep awake fanart and 2: to practice outfit design while keeping the characters personality , tastes and colour palette . some talents dont really fit the reader , like maid , assassin or leader ( supreme leader is so weird of a talent name btw ) and i had to alter their persoality a bit to make it work . where others were just , kind of . not very tangible ? or have no specific visual references to go off of like entomologist , anthropologist or adventurer . so i got a little creative i guess .

THE DETAIL NOTES MY BELOVED !

- if it isnt obvious I have a very clear idea of what readers fashion sense would be . aka Minimal layering , SHORTS !!!! , gloves when possible , tall socks <3 and comfort above all else .

- most designs have a clearly visible pocket or pouch where their notepad is . usually the notepad is visible ! AND everyone DOES have the ring . the only 3 places i put them were necklace , finger and as an earring

- THE PLAID !!! designing the leader was already hard enough bc itsone of those non tangible talents . So i said What if ouma and reader had matching freak outfits and used oumas beta designs as reference ! the plaid is supposed to be readers checker print , and its onlyused in this and the adventurer . also i just really love berets

- MAGICIAN HAS A CARD EARRING AND IM OBSESSED WITH IT . its also onthe gay ear SMILE !

- maid .... was hard . i actually had 2 different versions of that fit and had to have my friends choose for me </3 heres the alt version sketch

FOR NOW ? i think thats all . my brain is running on empty rn bc im writing this the day before posting like idk half an hour after typing up the sprites post . i might come back and add more later if i feel like it but for now im done .

as always , thank you for reading ! ( u can really see where i got my physicist music taste headcanon from )

#my art #danganronpa #sleep awake #sleep awake fanart #hen shin

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kumiko-desu · 3 years ago

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ChroNoiR | A Day Out With ChroNoiR

Request:

Hello! I saw you're opening request and i want to submit one!

Can you make general headcannons (or imagines, whichever you prefer it's ok) with a streamer Reader that have a three man unit with ChroNoiR going on outings like shopping or eating at a restaurant, and the three starts talking abt it at an off collab stream after the outings?

Thank you!╰(*´︶`*)╯

Pairings: Kuzuha & Kanae & Streamer!Reader

Tags: reader insert, pov second person, fluff, platonic relationships, an attempt at comedy, reader is a streamer, kuzuha was abused (in a friendly manner)

Notes: Thank you for being my first request ! Since you didn't specify much I will have it as a platonic relationship between the three. There are a few curse words here and there. This idea was very fun to think and write about. Enjoy ! (Banner might change again in the future, I don't really like this design.)

“ChroNoiR went out yesterday, right? Yea! It was quite sudden actually, all three of us didn’t have plans and I was bored. It was really funny yesterday, especially Kuzuha-kun.” You saw a comment asking in the comment section on TwitCast. ChroNoiR, a three-man unit between you, Kanae, and Kuzuha, is hosting a TwitCast the week after successfully debuting a new original song.

You can hear Kanae’s snickering in the background, “Yesterday was fun~, we should go out more often.”

Sounds of clothes shuffling can be heard and Kuzuha’s voice spoke up, “No! I ain’t letting you two rob me again!”

It was an interesting day. You suddenly becoming hungry and wanting to go out to eat, but doesn’t want to go alone led you to texting your two teammates, Kuzuha and Kanae, for a day out.

This time, all three of you didn’t have any plans for the rest of the day when you asked them around noon. So, being the great friend and teammate you are, you called in an impromptu outing with the two and made Kuzuha pay for everything considering that he’s loaded from the superchats.

The first destination was the local mall, since you were hungry and Kanae wanted to grab a snack as well. You both visited a cafe, each getting a dish stacked with fluffy pancakes and Kuzuha getting a strawberry milkshake (of course Kuzuha paid). Before you three ate, you posted a picture of your dishes and Kuzuha’s milkshake on Twitter with the caption “いただきましょう” (itadakimashou; let’s eat).

“The pancakes were so fluffy and so good! It melted in my mouth.”

“You know your eating spots (Name)-chan.”

“I was forced to watch them eat, they ate a lot.”

You and Kanae finish your pancakes and you three leave the cafe to your next stop, the cosmetic store. Kanae mentioned that he needed to buy some face masks and you needed to get a new lip gloss. You two entered the store without a thought while Kuzuha trailed behind, still sipping on his strawberry milkshake from earlier.

Kanae had two packs of face masks on either hand, switching gazes between the two, “Nee (Name)-chan, do you think I should get the brightening one or the anti-aging one?”

“I think you should stick with your usual hydrating one, your skin is still plump and white like a baby’s.” You reached your hands out to pinch Kanae’s soft cheeks.

“Heh, that’s why I’m always babu-babu you know?” He smirked but then yelped in pain as you pinched his cheeks harder.

The two of you were discussing various products, giving suggestions on what brands and types you should use. You were so deep into the conversation that you didn’t notice Kuzuha walking to you two, face messily caked with black lipstick, thick layer of mascara and dark eye shadow. If you didn’t know him, you would’ve thought he was an e-boy.

“Pfft- Kuzuha! What the heck are you doing?!”

“You two were taking so long so I tried the testing products. I look good right? Probably can pick up a few girls on the way out. Do they have trial make-up removers? I’m very tempted to lick my lips right now.”

Kanae went to the general area for make-up removers and quickly returned to you and Kuzuha with a hand barely hiding his grin, “There’s no open bottles.”

You three had to ask the staff for some and watch Kuzuha disgruntledly wipe the make-up off his face.

“I should’ve taken a picture of it! He looked so hideous that it was funny!”

“I’ll teach you how to do makeup next time Zuha-kun, so that if there’s a girl you want to impress you’ll know what to do.”

“I don’t need your fucking help!”

You three left the cosmetic store and wandered around the mall for a bit, not having a specific location to go in mind yet. Your eyes widened and sparked when they spotted an arcade. Your hands grabbed the other two boys' arms and dragged them there.

Kanae used Kuzuha’s money and bought a total of 100 coins. You three spent it on various games like racing games, basketball, fishing, and rhythm games. There was a competition between everyone, you won the sports related games, Kanae won the rhythm games and Kuzuha somehow won the ones that makes you seem like you can win but is actually a scam (you and Kanae blame it on pure luck while Kuzuha boasts its all skills).

But in between, you would nudge the two to distract from their games. Either successfully make them lose their streak or make them go off track. In return, Kuzuha will try to wave his arms in front of your eyes to block the screen or Kanae covering your eyes.

The highlight in the arcade was when you three were at the air hockey table. Kanae and Kuzuha were playing against each other and you were spectating in the middle. The two were tied in points and rapidly hitting the puck back and forth. They were hitting it so quick and strong that Kuzuha hit the puck to Kanae and he was doing the same motion at the same time, causing the puck to fly off the table, nearly hitting Kuzuha’s face if not for his quick reflexes.

“Oi! That was fucking dangerous!” Kuzuha screamed and looked back at where the puck went while you and Kanae were laughing your asses off.

“Zuha-kun was sweating the whole time afterwards, he didn’t really expect Kanakana to be that strong. Kanakana has been working out recently, getting muscles and shit.”

“You don’t have to say that (Name)-chan.”

“Despite that, the boys really suck at crane games. Like they’re really trash at it, despite their aims being so good in Apex and Valorant.”

“Your aim’s trash (Name), it’s always us carrying you in Apex.”

“Then keep carrying me, slaves!”

Before you three left the arcade you still had a lot of leftover coins. So to spend them quickly, Kuzuha and Kanae made a bet on who could get a prize from the claw machine first and they got to keep the prize. They went to a figurine claw machine that had the box balancing on two strings and started their challenge. Coins were spent and the box in the middle moved bit by bit but it wasn’t enough to make it fall. It was until the last coin and both started to fight over who’s going to use it.

“Let your hands go noob, you always make the box move back to its original spot.”

“Hah! Talk about yourself! It’s my turn anyway so give me the coin.”

The banter was entertaining in the beginning but you got bored quickly. You snatched the coin from their hands and started the machine. Moving the joystick back and forth a bit, trying to aim the claw correctly and you pressed the button. The claw descended down around the box, closed its claw and started its ascent. Three pairs of eyes watched closely to the claw as it loosened slightly and moved the box. Though it wasn’t tight enough to grab the box, it nudged the box enough to lose its balance and fall down the machine. You bent down to grab the prize and leave the place with the boys’ pairs of eyes following you and mouths agape.

You nonchalantly turned to the two, “I won so let’s go eat. I wanna eat steak today.”

Like you said earlier, your group went to a steakhouse that had opened recently and got good reviews. As a foodie, you had to go there. You three went into the restaurant, it had dim lights and soothing jazz music playing in the background, creating an ambient atmosphere. The host led the group to a private room which Kanae requested.

“Nice place, where did you find this restaurant?” Kanae asked while looking around the restaurant.

“Shacho (Kagami Hayato’s nickname meaning ‘president’) suggested the place to me.” Your eyes were also wandering around the spacious room.

Kuzuha audibly took a deep breath in which you and Kanae cringe at, “Smells nice too, shacho eats good food all the time, he really knows his restaurants.”

The place serves a wide range of beef from Kobe as a specialty. Kanae ordered a lean steak and water as drinks, you got yourself a whole T-bone steak and also water, while Kuzuha got a beef bowl (gyudon) and his second drink of the day, a hot cocoa.

“Kuzuha has really boring tastes. I should bring him along to my taste-testing outings.”

“Don’t feed me your unhealthy human food.”

“The other day you asked me where to get good beef bowls, Kuzu.”

A waiter arrived in the room and poured your and Kanae’s cups with water from this large glass bottle and another waiter brought Kuzuha’s hot cocoa.

The water you sipped tasted different, it had a more mineral taste than the filtered water you usually have at home. You dismissed it and continued drinking the complimentary water.

It didn’t take too long until the main course arrived and you three gave your thanks for the meals and dug in. The steak was juicy, spiced and cooked to perfection. Everyone was enjoying their meal and chatting about various things, about your plans as VTubers and as an individual.

Towards the end when the bill came, all three pairs of eyes couldn’t help but almost bulge out of their eye sockets. The most surprising thing didn’t come from the price of the main dishes, but from the water you and Kanae drinked. You two drank a lot of water (drink water and stay hydrated!) and drank four 1-liter bottles, each costing 1,500 yen (~15 USD), meaning water bottles alone were 6,000 yen (~60 USD).

“YOU TWO ARE TRYING TO ROB MY WALLET FOR SOMETHING, GREEDY PIGS?!” Kuzuha shrieked loudly inside the private room.

You turned to Kuzuha in disbelief, “I THOUGHT THE WATER WAS COMPLIMENTARY, SO I JUST KEPT DRINKING! I WAS THIRSTY TOO!”

Kanae was sitting calmly between you and Kuzuha bickering across the table. He waited until you two were calm and asked Kuzuha for his card so that they could pay the bills and leave the place.

“Thanks for the meal~”

“Don’t act like you’re innocent!”

“I swear I’m not going out with you two anymore.” Kuzuha grumbled under his breath.

Kanae ignored it and cooed at him, “Thanks Kuzu~, I’ll go buy more things next time.”

“It was a really fun day with those two, I would trade it over the world hehe.” You said to the listeners and moved onto the next comment.

The story about the expensive water is based on a true story.

#kumiko kara !#nijisanji kanae x reader #kanae x reader #kuzuha x reader #nijisanji x reader #vtuber x reader #nijisanji kanae #kanae #kuzuha #nijisanji #vtuber

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aetheternity · 3 years ago

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Adventures in the Kawata twins

Disclaimer: This takes place during the present when they're all adults. This isn't an x reader persay but reader is mentioned.

Synopsis: Takemichi & Chifuyu are stuck taking care of the drunk Kawata twins. It can't be that hard they'd assumed. Though they fail to understand that the twins are dumped on them for good reason.

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"Takemichi, you plan on being a designated driver?" Draken asks as Takemichi plops into the seat next to him at their shared table.

"Yeah, I don't feel like drinking tonight." He explained with a shrug.

"Great!" Mikey exclaimed allowing his straw to slip back into the something red he'd been sucking down. "Then you can take care of the Kawata brothers." He pointed to the end of the bar where both brothers sat. Smiley swiveling back in forth in his chair while Angry just glared at all the people. Their eyes lazily hovering over the thick crowd of people.

"They're barely sipping their drinks." Takemichi scoffed

Draken snorted with a deep laugh, "For now." Though he stopped talking when Mikey elbowed him.

"Yeah ok I'll take them home later." Takemichi replied.

"Not just take them home." Mikey grunted, poking his finger out at Takemichi. "You gotta watch them!" He gestured first to Takemichi then back to the two boys at the bar.

"Ok ok sure."

How bad could they possibly get after all? They were never apart as far as Takemichi could see. Even now they were calmly sipping their drinks, Angry's feet swaying back and forth against the side of the bar stool, his face full of frustration as he played with the straw between his lips. Meanwhile Smiley began talking about something random that barely caught his brother's attention his warm smile stretched tightly against his face.

They were calm. This was gonna be fine....

An hour later~

"Where'd they go!!" Takemichi clung to Chifuyu's shoulders like they were his life support shaking the poor man like a doll.

"Well where's the last place you had them?!" Chifuyu screamed back, head darting up over the crowd trying to locate at least one of the missing twins.

"They're not lost remotes!!" Takemichi grunted

A sudden burst of clapping across the bar made Takemichi and Chifuyu whip around. A rhythm slowly forming as drunk onlookers turned to face the same direction. Suddenly a big blue tuff peaked its way over the crowd followed by a fist raising in the air and Angry's full face coming into view.

"Shit." Chifuyu cursed

Takemichi lead the rush through the crowd, Chifuyu right behind him as the two of them made their way closer to one of the rickety tables near the back corner of the bar where Angry was now pointing out into the crowd. A smile almost as big as his brother's plastered onto his face. But it had a much gentler feel to it, almost as if he did it everyday.

"You! You got what I need! Everybody!" Angry belted as he sung into an invisible mic. "But you say he's just a friend!! Now the ladies!"

"And you say he's just a friend!" Reciprocated the crowd.

"Oh God who's he singing about? Name?" Chifuyu scoffed as he held onto Takemichi's hoodie for fear of getting swept away in the crowd.

"Wait? Angry likes, Name?!"

"You must be the most oblivious person in the world to not have noticed. Even I noticed!" Chifuyu yelled over the crowd.

Takemichi sighed reaching out for the wobbly table working to keep it steady as Chifuyu went around the other side tugging at Angry's pant leg.

"And you say he's just a friend, oh baby, you-" Angry continued until Chifuyu finally managed to catch his attention. "Takemichi! Chifuyu! Hi!" He bounced on the table almost causing it to tip.

"Angry come on, let's go find your brother!"

"Ooo yeah!" He giggled like a child.

"Holy shit I didn't even know he was capable of laughing, let alone smiling." Chifuyu blinked shaking his head.

"Catch me ok!" Angry beamed

"Wait Angry!-"

Takemichi's legs folded beneath him as Angry laid on top of him. Surprisingly he wasn't that heavy, though his body weight came out of nowhere and all at once. It left Takemichi with zero breath in his lungs as an uncharacteristic Angry laid on top of him, Chifuyu's smug grin just above him.

"Thanks for the support!" Takemichi groaned in pain. With both hands Chifuyu pulled Takemichi up, helping him support Angry's weight as he wrapped the younger twins legs around his waist.

"Why-" Chifuyu gestured to the current display.

"It'll just be easier."

Angry clung to Takemichi's hoodie like a curious toddler, sticking his fingers beneath the back to play with the tag.

"Come on, we're gonna go find your brother." Takemichi soothingly rubbed Angry's back before turning to Chifuyu.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Chifuyu asked

The sound of glass shattering a short distance away and the sounds of loud screams and grunts called the attention of almost everyone in the bar. Aside from those too busy making out or puking to see.

"I'd say follow the screaming."

They'd barely arrived on the scene but the crunches of glass underneath their shoes spoke volumes. Smiley's fists repeatedly slamming into a now completely shattered glass mirror. Blood seeping through his damaged knuckles like a punctured water bottle.

Chifuyu immediately slipped his arms under Smiley's armpits. Shaken a bit by the stoned face that stared down at the shattered mirror beneath them.

"Come on Angry we gotta go!"

"That's Smiley! This is Angry!" Takemichi yelped, shifting a distracted Angry around to look at Chifuyu.

"At this point can you blame me?! It's like we fell into an alternate dimension." Chifuyu groaned "Wait is that possible right now?"

"I don't think so!"

"Get off! This cunt is asking for it!" Smiley reached for the only part of the mirror still even slightly assembled. But before he could punch it in Chifuyu slipped an arm around his waist.

"Let's just get out of here before the cops show up!"

Even in disarray Takemichi was pleased at how much easier it had been getting the twins out of the bar then it had been finding them.

"You can still drive a bike right?" Takemichi asked as he reached into Angry's pocket for his keys. He placed a disoriented Angry on the back, trying to push his leg over the side.

"God, your knuckles are wrecked!" Chifuyu gasped astonished. Some of the glass had chipped off while some stayed wedged inside his closed fist.

"It's fine we can remove it when we get them home."

"Hey do you think Name likes that song?" Angry nodded his head, snapping his fingers to an imaginary beat. "I like the bartender, yeah if you're looking for me I'm at the bar with her!" He sung

"I'm sure it'd be just as uncomfortable for Name as it currently is for us." Chifuyu sighed "Come on get on back." He explained to Smiley.

"Fuck you."

Angry fidgeted around behind Takemichi only holding onto his waist when Takemichi physically slid his hands there. His smile deepening as he grinned along to the music he hadn't stopped singing.

After a bit more pleading Smiley plopped onto the back with his arms crossed over his chest. "Ok, now all we need to do is get them home right?" Chifuyu called over the roar of the engine and the sound of Angry still harmonizing with inaudible music.

"Actually.. I told Mikey I'd look after them for the night.."

"I hate you."

"Chifuyu, please! I can't do this without you! Once we put them to bed the rest should be easy right?"

They pulled up to a red light and for the first time tonight Takemichi could hear himself think. Yeah ok, the rest of the night really shouldn't be too difficult. The hard part was getting them out of the bar right?

"Fuck are you looking at shit stain?!" Smiley screamed to a man casually minding his business across the street.

"Angry!" Takemichi screeched

"See you did it too!" Chifuyu pointed

"Shit, I mean-"

"Huh?!" The man called turning to make eye contact with the four people in front of him.

"Can't this light change any fucking faster?!" Chifuyu yelled

"You wanna go bitch!" Smiley called

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"Smiley, please shut up!" Chifuyu was practically withering. Smiley nearly left off the bike when the man came charging forward.

In that split second the light turned green and Chifuyu sped off with Takemichi trailing just behind. A flood of nervous tears beginning to stain his face.

"You know Mikey set you up right?" Chifuyu grunted as he hauled an agitated Smiley into his and his brother's shared flat.

"I figured after looking up to see them both gone." Takemichi gasped and heaved, shutting the door behind him and Angry.

"I'm making ramen." Smiley announced, staggering off to the living room.

"No no no what you need to do is lay down. This night has been a nightmare." Chifuyu said

"You wanna go fucker." Smiley spat

"Smiley please-" Takemichi tried

"Takemichi, Michi! Look look at my Tiktok dance! You gotta watch!" Angry tugged on Takemichi's jacket sleeve with kid like hops trying to get his attention.

"Just.. I can't right now please we-"

"Why?!" Angry's outburst immediately brought quiet to the flat, the beginnings of tears brimming in the corners of his eyes.

"Shit, don't let him cry!" Chifuyu exclaimed

"Ok! Ok do the dance!"

Angry straightened, smile reappearing fully. He patted the tops of his chest, shaking his hips to nonexistent music. "You need a woman's touch in your place, just protect her and keep her safe." His arm juts out to the words he's singing, "Baby, worship my hips in ways, so feminine with grace."

Takemichi and Chifuyu blink, mouths hung in a small 'O' as they watched the awkward drunk assembly of movements matching terribly with the surprisingly on key singing. Without warning Angry clutched his knees, bile spilling from his body like a sprinkler system.

"You're in charge of Angry then." Chifuyu patted Takemichi's back as Angry continued to unleash on the once clean living room floor. Coughs escaping his drunken body. "I'll take care of.. ah shit! Where'd he go now?!"

"Maybe that's enough dancing for one night." Tiptoeing around the undigested waste Takemichi reached for Angry's arm. "Want some water?" He asked pulling a staggering Angry into the kitchen.

"There's-" Takemichi managed to get him there just in time. Angry's fingers clutching the edges of the kitchen sink as he leaned forward emptying everything in his stomach down the drain with a loud heave.

"Take your time it'll be-"

"Smiley no!" Chifuyu's voice rang across the flat. As well as the sound of multiple fragile items breaking.

What would soon follow in the next minute and a half were, a hard thud, harsh obscenities spewed one after another, and more things breaking only a couple doors away from where Takemichi was massaging Angry's head.

"Chifuyu, what's going on?!"

Chifuyu clattered out of the bathroom stumbling back and forth between both feet. "He punched me in the jaw." His thumb grazed over his jaw inspecting his hands for any sign of blood. "Do the twins have duct tape in here?"

Takemichi grabbed a paper towel dampening it before patting the sides of Angry's lips and the base of his chin where a small amount of his puke was currently leaking down.

"What do you need duct tape for?"

"Don't worry about that."

Chifuyu disappeared with the tape too quickly for further questions to be asked. Angry's smile was barely visible at this point the alcohol potentially flooding out of his system.

"Will you wash my hair Michi?" Angry pleaded with a tiny whimper.

"You should probably rest." Takemichi replied, he turned to fill a glass of water in the sink before handing it to Angry.

"Can I rest in the bathtub?"

"Why're you so violent when you drink?!" Chifuyu yelled

"Here just go to the couch!" Takemichi gestured, pushing a confused Angry back into the living room before bolting down the hall.

"What the- omg!"

"Get me some rope or some shit!" Chifuyu grunted, pulling both of Smiley's hands together.

Smiley laid beneath Chifuyu on his stomach duct tape wrapped around his mouth. His legs kicking around aimlessly as muffled noises slipped from his mouth. The shower curtain covered in blood and laid in a ball on the floor and the pole now bent in the bathtub. The window in the corner smashed in from the inside, pieces of glass littering the white tile.

I'm pretty sure this isn't what Mikey meant when he said take care of the Kawata twins!"

"Well he won't stop struggling! What else am I supposed to do?" Chifuyu gripped the duct tape, pulling it around Smiley's balled fists before ripping it with his teeth.

The sound of glass shattering in the living room brought Takemichi back down to reality. "Ok fine, just don't hurt him and clean his wounds!"

Takemichi rushed back into the living room tripping over his own two feet. His thoughts immediately scattering as he looked over the new situation. Angry's once full cup of water mixed with his vomit on the floor as the glass was now shattered in the growing mess.

"I want water.." Angry said, reaching out to Takemichi.

"Lay still on the couch and I'll bring you a new cup." He sighed

Takemichi dug around for a few seconds in the cupboard grabbing a new glass from the middle shelf. He hadn't noticed before but the Kawata twins had a gorgeous flat. That was slightly more wrecked right now. But it was clean and gorgeous almost to the point where it looked brand new.

He reached for the faucet, positioning it to fill the glass with hot water before turning it upside down to empty the glass. The water splashed against his disheveled black hoodie dampening it a little more than the sweat of this night already had. When he refilled the glass it was with cold water turning the sink top off and walking back over to Angry's kid like wonder stare on the edge of the couch.

"This house has big ceilings." Angry pointed, mouth agape.

"Yup, here." Takemichi transferred the water to Angry's open hands. He got down on one knee untying Angry's shoelaces, slipping his shoes off his feet before placing them next to the head of the couch.

"Wish I lived here." Angry nodded softly, kicking his socked feet as he sipped the cool water in the glass that had been placed in his hands.

"Lay back ok."

A deep "oof" caught Takemichi's attention as he looked to a staggering Chifuyu, pulling Smiley along like a police officer arresting a perp.

"Ok, from this point on I need to be paid." He grunted

"What happened to your face?" Takemichi gestured to the gushing bruise on Chifuyu's forehead. Blood beginning to leak down the sides of his face.

"What do you think happened? He fucking headbutted me." Chifuyu rubbed the blemish with one hand.

For the first time all night Smiley finally tapped out. Collapsing onto the floor in a small ball. One shoe kicked off God knows when. Hair a disorganized tumbleweed atop his head.

"What do you think Name would think of this song?" Angry bounced in his seat spilling water into his lap.

"Oh God please no more singing!" Chifuyu huffed in exasperation.

Takemichi can already see the crease of Angry's eyebrows and the quiver of his bottom lip. "What he means is we'll hear it tomorrow because you need sleep."

A folded blanket laid on the top of the couch and Takemichi reached for it. He shook it out before placing it over Angry's descending shoulders. Slowly the comfort of falling asleep began to rise on Angry's face. Eyelids heavy and face falling into warm ease.

"You promise?" He questioned as he laid his head on the arm rest.

"Yes bright and early tomorrow."

"Night." He whispered and less than a minute later he was fast asleep just like his brother.

For the next couple minutes Takemichi worked to clean the blood off Chifuyu's face, arms and a couple other places.

"Geez he did a number on you."

"On me, on the bathroom, on that mirror in the bar." Chifuyu listed off as Takemichi walked back to the living room leaving him to pat his bruise.

"But you did do a great job bandaging his hands."

"Uh huh."

Takemichi reached up to his face squeezing the bridge of his nose and the lids of his eyes. Chifuyu came up to his side as the blonde gestured to Smiley. "You're not gonna leave him like that are you?"

"You're right we should put a blanket on him." Chifuyu nodded, shaking his finger in front of Takemichi.

"I meant untie him!" Takemichi followed as Chifuyu went into the first available bedroom.

"Fine, once we get them both pills and clean up we can leave."

"Are you insane! Did you forget my bruises? If he wakes up at anytime before the sun and attacks it's your problem." Chifuyu snagged a blanket off the top of the bed slinging it over his shoulder.

"Why didn't we just put them in their beds?" Takemichi groaned

"It's too late they're already asleep just let it go." Chifuyu huffed

Takemichi followed Chifuyu back into the living room. With both hands he opened the blanket fully before letting it lay flat over Smiley's now relaxed figure.

"One you're insane if you think I'm going home. It's almost three am and watching these two for one night has given me nice horror stories to tell Mitsuya next time he talks about his sisters. Two I was dead serious about needing payment especially now if I'm gonna be spending hours cleaning."

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Morning came sooner than Takemichi would've liked. The sun blared through the window like the worst alarm. He squinted covering his eyes with one hand before shifting on the floor with the blanket he'd pulled from Souya's closet.

Before he could reexperience restful slumber a couple faint knocks had him tossing aside the blanket entirely. Yanking the door open with a low 'what' from the depths of his fatigue.

"Morning to you too." Draken's voice brought him back.

"Heyo Takemichy." Mikey grinned proudly

"How was last night?" Draken asked as Mikey entered the flat ahead of him.

Though the question really didn't need to be verbally answered as the image of Smiley laying on the ground with duct tape over his mouth and a half kicked away blanket revealing his taped up arms. The smell of puke still slightly thick in the hot apartment and the blood all over Chifuyu's jacket spoke louder than words.

Even with sleep still in the midst of Chifuyu's eyes he turned to Mikey and Draken standing behind him.

"Never a fucking gain." He pointed aimlessly, eyelids dashing over his eyes to properly bring the beauty of sight back to him.

Smiley rolled over, or half way over immediately awakening when he realized he was tied up. His head jerked towards Chifuyu with mumbled questions.

"Hold on."

"FUCK!" Smiley's grin was back full force. The edges of his eyebrows twitching, voice echoing through the flat. The unnecessary roughness at which Chifuyu had ripped away the tape showed off some prominent reddening just below his nose.

"Ah!" Angry nearly flew off the couch with the way he sat up immediately falling back into the pillow behind him. Clutching his head with both arms. "Who's being loud." He groaned

"We figured we owed you guys breakfast for taking care of the twins last night." Draken remarked amusement creeping onto his face.

"And this is way less than I was expecting. No cops or anything." Mikey nodded

"What happened to my fists!" Smiley grinned crazily

"Everyone stop talking!" Angry grit

"Take the twins out." Chifuyu said "I'm going home to sleep."

"Ditto to that." Takemichi yawned

#tokyo revengers #my little drabble is now a little story #tokyo manji revengers #souya x reader #angry x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smiley #tokyo revengers takemichi #tokyo revengers chifuyu #chifuyu #takemichi hanagaki #nahoya kawata #souya kawata #tokyo revengers fic

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snelbz · 3 years ago

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Life As We Know It {Chapter 24}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Occasional surprise chapters could be posted at miscellaneous times. Chapters will be posted on both my and Tara’s blogs! >> @tacmc.

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A/N: Sorry for the late post! My baby shower was today, so Tara and I have been extremely busy! Look for Chapter 25 on her blog on Monday!

Warning: 18+ content.

Cassian got to the restaurant and took a look around. There were people everywhere, bustling about, getting ready for the night’s grand opening.

It had become the talk of the town - and the local groups on the internet - so they were expecting a good turnout.

At least, that’s what Cassian’s guess was.

He hadn’t talked to Nesta since he stormed out two days before, with the exception of one text exchange.

Cassian had texted, Tell Nyx I love him and I will see him tomorrow.

Nesta had replied, Ok.

Now, he was searching for that tiny little man with a mop of dark, black hair.

When he finally found Nyx, he was in his stroller eating cheeto puffs off the tray. When he saw Cassian his eyes lit up and he was instantly reaching for him.

Cassian laughed as he unbuckled him from his stroller and picked him up, giving him the biggest hugs. “Hey, buddy. I missed you, too.”

“This is his third helping of cheetos,” Helion said, from where he leaned against the wall. “Sorry about the next diaper.”

Cassian chuckled. “All this going on and Nesta stuck you on baby duty?”

Even saying her name out loud hurt, but he didn’t let it show.

He gestured toward the kitchen and said, “She’s been here since six and she’s in one of her moods. I decided I’d rather be on baby duty than caught in the crossfire.”

He winced, figuring that didn’t bode well for the two of them today. “I’ll stay in the bar, then.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” Helion replied, looking him up and down, before pushing the stroller behind the counter. Cassian had the distinct feeling he was looking for a crack in his armor. He didn’t bother telling him that he’d been broken for two days, and the only person who could fix him was currently yelling at some poor employee in the kitchen.

Cass crossed the threshold into the bar area and let out a low whistle. He’d had a hand in the design, but most of this was all Nesta. It accented the restaurant perfectly and he immediately loved the place.

“Nice, right?”

He turned to find Kallias carrying a tray of fresh glasses from the dish area and the smile on his friend’s face was infectious.

Cassian nodded as Kallias said hello to Nyx. “Yeah, it looks amazing.”

Kallias nodded. “You and Nesta did good.”

“Thanks,” Cassian muttered, not wanting the conversation to go any further. “How long have you been here?”

“Just got here,” Kallias said, as Nyx started playing with the strings on Cassian’s hoodie. “Viv will be here soon to help out. She said she can watch Nyx while we work.”

Cassian nodded. “That would be great.”

It would be helpful, of course, to have Viviane help out watching Nyx. Cassian had a ton to get done in the next six hours before the opening began. He didn’t want to let Nyx go, though. Two days. It was the longest he had been away from Nyx since...everything happened.

“Well, little man, until then, you get to help me unpack liquor bottles,” Cassian said, trying his best to sound excited.

Nyx giggled. “Ba ba ba ba ba ba.”

“Yeah, different kind of bottles,” Cassian chuckled, and carried Nyx with him into the back room.

Kallias had been at the bar for the past two days, getting most of the stock ready to go. A few texts to explain the situation was all he’d needed and Cassian was thankful he had such a loyal friend and coworker.

Elain hadn’t been as understanding the first night he’d been there, but after talking to Nesta, even she backed off. He had no clue what Nesta had said to her, but her frustration turned to sympathy and she was back to treating Cassian like the brother-in-law she loved and not like a man who’d hurt her sister.

After pulling the carrier out of Nyx’s stroller, he strapped the baby to his chest and set to work, carrying case after case of liquor up to the bar. Kallias was busy stocking the assorted glasses they’d need, so the two worked in silence for the most part.

He had just walked back into the store room, short one case of whiskey, when he heard Nesta talking from the dry pantry separating the store room and kitchen. Cassian’s heart lurched and he was about to make his way back into the bar, but Nyx squealed as he heard her voice.

The swinging door flew open as Nesta hurried into the store room, wondering how Nyx had gotten in there in the first place. She froze when she found Cassian there. Their eyes locked and she blinked.

“Hey, Nes,” he said, quietly.

“I…didn’t know you were here,” she breathed.

He shrugged, turning back to the boxes of bottles. “Got here about an hour ago. Didn’t want to interrupt you.”

Nyx was reaching for her, so he unclipped the carrier and gave him to her. He giggled happily as soon as he was in Nesta’s arms, but she froze, unsure of what to say. “You should have let me know you were here.”

Another shrug. “You were busy, and I knew what I needed to do. Kal said Viv would be here later to watch him.”

She nodded, silence filling the space again.

Nyx pointed at Cassian, reaching for him. “Dada.”

Cassian stilled.

He opened his mouth to say something, then closed his mouth.

A second passed.

Then, at last, he said, “What did he just say?”

“Dada,” Nyx repeated, and clapped his hands together. He reached for Cassian. “Dada!”

Cassian took Nyx, although he was moving slowly, stunned into silence. Nesta watched as a thousand different emotions crossed his face.

“Dada?” Cassian breathed, looking from Nyx to Nesta. “He just called me-.”

“He’s been saying it for the past two days,” Nesta said, staring at a spot on the wall behind Cassian.

For a moment, Cassian didn’t say anything, but then he asked, “You didn’t bother to tell me that?”

Nesta’s eyes narrowed and she slowly met his gaze. “You left.”

“A simple text letting me know that Nyx said his first word wouldn’t’ve killed you,” Cassian snapped. “Especially since his first word was…” Cassian shook his head, that fury fading as quickly as it had come. He looked at Nyx and chuckled, softly. “Dada, hmm?”

“Dada,” Nyx said, taking Cassian’s face into his hands before patting his stubbled cheeks with his chubby little palms.

Cassian watched Nyx for a moment, chuckling softly, before asking Nesta, “Has he said anything else?”

Nesta shook her head, even though Cassian wasn’t looking at her. “Just that. Probably wondering where you were. He’s been saying it nonstop, after all.”

“I’m sorry, bud,” he said, softly. He kissed the top of his head. “I’m still right here though.”

He was about to buckle him back into the carrier when Nesta reached for him. “I can take him. You’ve got a lot to do.”

“No more than you,” he said, settling him back into the carrier. “And I’ve missed him. Viv will come see Kallias when she gets here. Let me keep him.”

Her hands fell to her sides. “Fine.”

The tiny room felt like it was closing in on him, looking at her. They were so close together, whether they wanted to be or not. Without another word, Cassian grabbed the closest box and shouldered his way back through the swinging door.

Kallias caught the look on his face as soon as he came back. “That must have been the first conversation you two have had.”

Cassian grunted in response, letting Nyx continue to pat at his face.

“And how’d it go?” He asked, leaning against the bar.

“About as well as you think.”

Kallias watched his old friend for a moment before nodding, deciding to let the conversation drop. Cassian was grateful for it.

He was thankful for Nyx, too, for an endless amount of reasons, but right now, he was a distraction. With Nyx here, he was only thinking about Nyx, not about Nesta.

Cassian spent the next couple of hours lining up liquor bottles, and when Viv got there, she happily took Nyx and let Cassian work.

Once Nyx began playing with Viviane, Cassian’s thoughts were once again on the last person he wanted to be thinking about.

He continued to work, trying his best to keep his mind on that. It was kind of hard, though, when the owner of the restaurant was Nesta. He guessed he was part owner now, too - owner of the bar, anyway.

The hours flew by and by the time Cassian decided to check his watch, he realized he only had thirty minutes until the doors were opening for the main event.

He needed to get out of his old hoodie and into something nicer.

After making his way into the stockroom, he pulled off his hoodie before digging into his backpack for the black henley he’d brought. It wasn’t fancy by any means, but it was sure better than his ripped hoodie.

The door swung open as he was pulling his shirt over his head, and when he turned around, he saw Nesta, once again.

She stilled just in front of the door. “Are you planning on being in here every time I come in?”

It was meant to be a joke, something to lighten the mood, Cassian knew, but the light didn’t exactly reach her eyes.

He looked down at his shirt. “Just had to change. Didn’t think a hoodie was appropriate for an opening celebration.”

Nesta nodded, giving him a forced smile. “Couldn’t have gone all out with a button down?”

“This is Azriel’s,” he said. “All of my nicer things are at…home.”

He said the last word hesitantly.

Nesta’s eyes fluttered shut. He knew she was dying to say something, but what it was he couldn’t tell. He thought he knew her well enough to read her face. It seemed he was wrong though.

“I’ll come by and get my things on my day off this week,” he said, saving her the request. He pulled the Henley over his head, leaving his backpack against the store room wall. “You won’t even know I was there.”

“Cassian…”

He pushed back through the door without waiting to hear what she was going to say.

This was agony. Every moment of being around her hurt, because every time he saw her, he knew that he’d wasted the past three months of his life. He’d wasted his time falling in love with her, because she still hadn’t said it back.

“Dada!”

Nyx and Viv sat at one of the new tables, Nyx munching on some crackers, and even Kallias’ eyes dragged to him. Nyx’s blue eyes were the only ones he cared about though.

“That’s new,” Kallias said, from where he leaned across the bar.

Nyx’s new favorite word was one of the few things that had made him smile all day. Even if it tore him apart at the same time.

He didn’t mind Nyx calling him that. He was still too young to understand what had happened to Rhys. So one day, he’d explain to him who he really was, and who Rhys was. But until then, he was content to be Dada.

Cassian lifted him out of the high chair he was in and smiled, wistfully. “Hey, buddy.”

On the other side of the room, Nesta pushed through the double doors and into the restaurant, making sure everything was in order as the clock ticked down.

Cassian couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

He wondered if she knew.

This was the biggest night that Nesta had in quite some time. A new bar would be amazing for business, and she was expecting a hell of a crowd.

And she wasn’t disappointed.

At exactly six, people began to pour in. They sat, and they ate, and by the Mother, they drank. She was amazed at how well Nyx was doing. She kept expecting to see him sleeping in a corner with Viviane, but he was being passed around to Viv, Kallias, Helion, and Cassian, having the time of his little life.

Nesta was glad someone was enjoying their night.

She should be enjoying her night, should be pumped at the booming business, but she could hardly focus.

All she could think about was him.

Cassian.

Every time she even got a glimpse of him, she wanted to run into his arms and tell him that she loved him. But she couldn’t do that. She had no clue what the repercussions of their relationship would do to Nyx, especially if something were to happen. If they were to break up, would this be their future? Barely speaking, passing the kid back and forth, both of them in misery?

Even when Elain and Azriel got there, both giving her hugs and warm smiles, the one on her face wasn’t real. She knew Elain could tell, knew she wanted to pull her aside, get the whole story, and quite possibly talk some sense into her, but she wouldn’t.

She couldn’t.

Not tonight.

As much as she tried to spend most of her time in the dining room, greeting guests and asking how they liked the drinks and new menu items, she kept ending up in the kitchen.

She got word that there had been a small grease fire on the line and she was about to rush into the kitchen when Helion stepped in front of her.

“Take a breath.”

“I can’t,” she replied, pulling her hair back off of her face. “There was a fire and-.”

“And it’s under control,” he said, gripping her by the shoulders. “It’s been put out, and I can go deal with Emrys and Luca and any potential fallout. Go have a drink, relax with your sister. You deserve a glass of wine and a moment to sit down.”

Nesta hesitated, but Helion wasn’t having it.

“Go,” he said. “Kallias is currently manning the bar. Go order a drink before the next wave of people come along.”

With a huff, Nesta nodded and exited the kitchen. True to Helion’s word, it was Kallias that was behind the bar. The second he saw Nesta coming, he was pouring a glass of wine.

She took a sip as soon as she reached the counter. “Vodka.”

Kallias blinked, then obliged her. He poured her a shot, Nesta downed it and thanked him, then took her glass of wine around the room to greet people. She eventually found Elain and Azriel, and was getting ready to take a seat by them, until she noticed Cassian already sitting with them, Nyx in his lap.

Bypassing their table, she gave them both an apologetic smile, before redirecting herself towards the bar. She breezed past it and Kallias, draining her wine and leaving it by the sink, before she entered the store room.

Cassian must have handed the baby off to Elain or Viviane, because not even a few seconds later, he was right behind her.

“Is this how it’s gonna be, Nes?” He asked, not stopping until he was right in front of her. “Are we just going to avoid each other, unless Nyx is concerned?”

The door hadn’t even finished swinging shut, but she noticed Kallias stacking a few boxes in front of the door.

For all intents and purposes, do not enter.

Their first night working together and already a fight. She couldn’t blame his frustration, this was all her fault.

“It hurts to see you,” she breathed. “It hurts to see you because I don’t know what the hell is going on.”

“You don’t know what the hell is going on?” He asked, incredulously. “I don’t know what the hell is going on! You’re so-.” His words fell away and his eyes shut as he rubbed his temples.

Nesta arched a brow. “I’m so what?”

“Infuriating,” he said, and met her eyes with a pained expression that knocked the breath out of Nesta. “It hurts for you to see me? It kills me to see you, but you know what? That’s on you. I wasn’t the one that started questioning everything. And you want to know what’s ironic? You’re pushing me away because you’re afraid it won’t work out. But, it’s not working now, Nesta. In pushing me away, you made what you’re worried about a reality.” He shook his head, slowly. “What the hell is the point of that?”

Nesta didn’t say anything. Her jaw locked and she refused to break his gaze, no matter how much it tortured her.

“It’s better for it to happen now rather than later,” she said, and hated herself for it the second the words left her. “It’s better for it to end before it really begins.”

Cassian chuckled, humorlessly, and shook his head. “That's bullshit and you know it. It already began, Nesta.”

He took a step toward her, and in such a small room, it left very little space between them.

Nestas breath hitched, and judging by the way Cassian’s eyes flared, he definitely noticed.

“Tell me you don’t care about me, and it’s done. We’ll pretend these past few weeks never happened, and we can move on,” he whispered, and she could feel his breath fan over her face. “Tell me this all meant nothing to you, and it’s over.”

Her eyes flashed down to his lips before meeting his own. “I can’t do that.”

Cassian wasn’t sure who moved first. If he grabbed her face or if she leaned up and pressed her lips to his, but before he knew what was happening, he had her back pressed against the store room wall. Gods, it had only been a few days, but kissing her again, the feel of her lips on his, it felt like he hadn’t been able to breathe.

Her hands were clawing at his back and he found her thighs, lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist. He hadn’t even noticed she’d changed into a loose, sundress but thanks to her own wardrobe change, there was very little fabric between them as she let go of him to fumble with his belt buckle and jeans.

There were no words necessary, not when they both needed the other as badly as they did.

Their lips never broke, that contact remained, hungrily, needily, as Nesta pulled Cassian’s cock out and, moving the thin scrap of fabric beneath her dress aside, he pushed himself up into her.

Nesta moaned into his mouth at the feeling of him filling her. He bit her lip, and that moan deepened as he began to thrust deep inside of her, over and over again.

There was no foreplay.

Foreplay wasn’t necessary, not this time.

Two days, two nights, had been far too long when they had become so accustomed to this same ritual every night, time and time again.

Cassian’s head fell back as he fucked her, relentlessly, then he met her lustful gaze. His forehead fell against hers as he slowed his pace. With a soft, reverent curse, Cassian breathed her name.

She clung to him, the smell and taste and feel of him making her feel far more drunk than the wine or liquor had. Nesta buried her face in his neck, trying to cover the sounds tumbling from her.

He captured her lips again, knowing her body better than his own at this point, and thrust into her as hard as he could.

The bottles on the shelves rattled gently, but he didn’t care if anyone could hear them in the bar. He didn’t care if anyone caught them. All he cared about was that he was deep inside of her, listening to the quiet whimpers and moans that she couldn’t stop.

There was no way she could walk away from this.

Not just from the sex. Which, yeah, was incredible, but there was more to it than that.

Their souls were connected, which is what made the sex so mindblowingly phenomonal.

It was more than just sex.

It was something that Cassian swore no one else had ever witnessed before. Or, maybe they had. Maybe this is what it felt like when you found the person you were meant to spend forever with.

No, Nesta couldn’t walk away from this.

He swore, hoped, prayed she couldn’t.

He wanted to say those little words. Wanted to tell her, so desperately, that he loved her, but he didn’t.

He just kept saying her name over and over and over again with every thrust of his hips.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

“Nesta,” he breathed, and she cried out as her legs began to shake around him. He cursed, his fingers digging into her thighs as his body flooded with the need to explode.

As soon as her release slammed into her, he met his own, her name a groan as he spilled into her. They stayed like that for a moment, him still buried inside her, even as his seed started to drip down her legs. Thankfully, the sound of the party out front had covered any and all noises they’d made. Her breathing was still uneven as he pulled out, and he pulled that ripped hoodie from his backpack and silently used it to clean her up.

Tossing it back towards his bag, not caring if it made it inside or not, he paused in front of her, and tried to tilt her face up to his.

She refused.

He breathed, “Look at me, Nes…”

She shook her head, and damn him if those weren’t tears starting to spill down her cheeks.

He gripped her chin, forcing her eyes up to meet his. “Damn it, Nesta, talk to me. Just talk to me and tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I think you need to go,” she breathed.

He hesitated. “What?”

“You need to go,” she repeated, but there was no bite in her voice.

Cassian took her face in his hands and brought her eyes to his. “I’m not leaving. Not after that.”

“Go,” she repeated, and another tear slid free. “Go, Cass, please.”

He shook his head, fury, frustration, utter misery filling his core. He dropped his hand and stepped back. “Damn it, Nesta! What do you want?!”

“For you to leave,” she hissed.

“You’re a fucking liar,” Cassian snapped. “You say you can’t tell me that you never cared, you fuck me in a damned store room, then you ask me to leave?”

“You’re making this harder than it has to be.”

“I’m making this harder?” he asked, breathlessly, unable to stop his darkened laughter. He looked away from her and sucked in his bottom lip.

A moment passed, and Cassian refused to meet her gaze. “I don’t get it,” he said, at last. “I don’t get it. I don’t know what you want. I don’t know what you want from me.” His words were coming out rushed, frazzled. “Know what? Fine. If this is the way you want it, this is the way it is. I’ll be at Elain’s and Azriel’s tonight, and I’m taking Nyx with me. I’ll bring him by tomorrow, when Viviane is there.”

With that, he was gone.

And Nesta was left alone, her hands flying over her mouth as she sobbed, still able to feel the soft, tender, alluring feeling of his lips on hers.

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byuntrash101 · 3 years ago

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PARAPHILIA - Part 2

Pairing: Privé!Baekhyun x Reader; CEO!Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, CamCouple!AU, slice of life, smut

Tags: dom/sub dynamics, bratty OC (a lil' bit), orgasm control, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, toys, (light) bondage, masturbation (f), oral (m), angry sex, name calling (at the end)

Raiting: +18 (what's new though? 😂)

Word count: 3.8k

Summary: when your (very) busy boyfriend Baekhyun is called back to work to manage his company you decide to make him regret it with (very) suggestive videos.

A/N: I don't know how many times I discarded and started over this chapter but I actually like the way it turned out 💃. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think! My asks are always open!💖💖

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(Artifical love will forever be that bitch! Also the way he pushes his jaw to the front, and breathing heavily like that 🥵🥵)

Paraphilia #2: AUTAGONISTOPHILIA; Being on stage or on camera

S P O T L I G H T

"How come he's still in his office... Isn't it Sunday today?" you impatiently whisper to yourself as you turn your face to the calendar that's hanging in the fancy kitchen.

You were right it is Sunday. It's already noon and you haven't seen him yet today. Baekhyun, that is. Your boyfriend. Your incredibly successful but incredibly busy boyfriend but boyfriend nonetheless.

In the quiet of the luxurious house you can hear him speak on the phone. He's probably in a business meeting with some important partners... Yeah they must be really important because he usually always makes sure he saves the Sundays for you.

Baekhyun had always been this way. When you started dating he already was the CEO of Privé. Back then he was already very busy even though it was just a very young brand at the time but it's only gotten worse over the years or better depends on how you look at it...

"The richer, the busier" you say out loud to yourself as you move to the couch of the living room.

You sigh and pull up the cover on your legs as you switch the drama you were watching back on.

Time passes and you are completely caught up in the drama. The romance displayed is very cute and you wish you could be in Baekhyun's arms right now. Then you hear steps in the staircase, you whip your head in its direction and see your boyfriend wearing an expensive and very sleek Armani suit, with his raven black hair brushed back. He impatiently looks at his gold rolex.

His high cheekbones paired with the outfit makes your heart flutter when he appears in front of you. He looks stunning, like a dream.

But something is off about his attitude...

"Are you leaving ?" you ask a tint of sadness underlining your voice.

"Yes I have to... Something came up..." he says fixing a strand of hair in front of the mirror. You bite your lip.

"But... It's Sunday today" You say sulking, giving him puppy eyes

"I know baby but it looks like our website is under a cyber attack and I have to go fix it right now. The banking info of the customers might leak..." his voice is a little harsh and you can't help but to feel hurt by his tone.

"Ok" you say, giving up with a sad smile trying to not let him see how it affected you.

"I'll be back as soon as I can" he says waving in your direction before grabbing the keys of the Audi and walking out the front door...

You sigh once again. And try to forget Baekhyun's harsh tone and furrowed brows... but after a while you realize that you reqlly can't...

You squirm on the couch, working yourself up... The Sundays are supposed to be for you. He employs hundreds of people, couldn't one of them handle the cyber attack? Plus, Baekhyun is an expert in designing styling and marketing but he knows nothing about programming and other geeky stuff you can't even name. Why is his presence mandatory? You know he's the CEO but still... Would Elon Musk run off to the office if Tesla.com was under a cyber attack?

Probably... the voice of reason in your head answers. But you shake your head, chasing away the annoying truth.

You sigh but in annoyance this time. Then an idea blooms into your mind...

"What if... I made him want to get back as soon as possible" you smirk to yourself.

You grab your phone and press record. You perk up your lips and speak in a seductive tone.

"Babe. I miss you so much..." You say as you bring your other hand to your breasts.

"I think I need you right now" You stop the recording and press send before you can change your mind.

You wait for a second and think it's not enough... And to be quite frank, the idea of Baekhyun having to hide his boner at work because of you made you eager for more teasing.

Without even thinking you start to rub yourself between your thighs as you fill the immense living room with very soft moans.

You took your shirt over your head and slided down your pants leaving them on the marble flooring.

You laid on the couch only in your matching navy blue lingerie set. You took your phone back and made another little video for your busy boyfriend.

"Baby come home" you moaned as your fingers played with your bud through the thin lace. You lower the angle to let him see the sexy lingerie set but also where your fingers were. You felt the thrill of doing something so naughty on camera. You bit your lip as you pressed down harder on your core sending electricity throughout your body.

You hit send and drop the phone. You imagine Baekhyun getting these at the board meeting and secretly stroking himself underneath the table, his dick threatening to rip out of his pants at any time.

Your phone buzzes as you receive a response. You smirk evilly knowing it's your powerful boyfriend being distracted.

"Stop that" he demands.

The smirk only spreads further on your face. You always liked to be a dissident little brat. So you decide to go even further.

You videotape yourself again. This time you slip your hand inside your panties and gasp at the cold sensation of your fingers against your hot folds. You dip them inside your center, moaning shamelessly.

You set your phone to the side and rub yourself over your panties again. You let the room be filled with soft moans and whimpers. Already picturing Baekhyun's clenched fist underneath the meeting table as the shareholders talk to him about the cyber attack. His mind only being preoccupied with your needy moans and sweet dripping pussy.

"Mmmh... Baekhyun... If you want me to stop..." You pump your fingers inside your heat, you feel your walls tighten around them, excited by the thought of being disobedient but also on tape. "Come and make me" you say showing the camera the long strings of juices coating your fingers. Quickly you press send again.

You smirk again as you moan louder, circling your clit through the drenched fabric of your panties.

Then you hear your phone buzz again. You read the text from, you're sure of it, your very angry boyfriend.

"I'm in the car I'll be over in 10 minutes I want to see you in the R-Room"

A huge smile spreads on your lips. You made it, you made your boyfriend return to you. You were so happy you didn't care about the consequences. You happily hopped off the couch and shuffled to the R-Room. You even left behind your clothes, still on the ground , knowing damn well, the mess was going to piss off Baekhyun even further.

You pushed in the door of the R-Room. This room was the only one of the villa that didn't have any windows. It was completely dark. You pushed on the light switch. In the middle was a table, with leather straps at every corner. One camera right over the table, filming it. Another one was on a tripod on the side. And a third one was for the close ups. Because in fact, the "R" stood for "Recording".

In this room, you and Baekhyun made sextapes. Baekhyun initiated you years ago. Before it felt so wrong and you refused to be filmed from the neck up. You didn't even want to be fully naked. But now, you would simply slip on the black lace rabbit mask and you let Baekhyun bind you and do whatever he pleased to you in front of the camera.

Recently Baekhyun even convinced you to start a livestream show of your escapades. Quickly you two became really popular. Of course, Baekhyun is kind of a public figure due to his job so he never shows his face but you don't mind.

It was the most thrilling feeling. Imagining thousands of strangers touching themselves to you. Suggesting to Baekhyun things to do to you.

You slipped off your bra. You wanted to be nice and ready for Baekhyun when he came back. You put your hair up in a neat bun, even set up the cameras. You're so busy that you don't hear Baekhyun ruffling up the stairs.

He pushes the door open. Making you jump. He's mad sure but he can't help but to smile when he sees you completely naked, already waiting for him. But he doesn't intend on being easy on you, not after what you did.

You stiffen up as you see his smile fade away, walking towards you. He presses his clothed body against your naked one. He takes your chin in his cold slender fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"You think you can make me this mad purposely just to make me fuck you?" You feel your cheeks grow red. "I don't think so missy" He lets go of you and turns around, ready to leave.

No no no, you think. You worked yourself up so much. You knew you were going to get punished but you didn't imagine that... It never crossed your mind that Baekhyun could actually just leave you hanging like this.

"S-should I turn off the c-cameras?" you stutter in a last attempt to make him change his mind. He stops as an even better idea blooms in his mind.

"You know what? No... keep them rolling"

A smile grows on your unsuspecting lips. Baekhyun goes to the laptop and to your different social media platforms where he types a message:

"Surprise live show to punish a disobedient little bunny rabbit"

Within seconds comments start to flow in. People were really excited to get a surprise unscheduled live. And so were you, cause you had no idea what Baekhyun had in store for you.

Baekhyun handed you the familiar bunny ears black mask. Your fingers trailed the lace details before you placed it on.

Baekhyun did some arrangements before switching the live on. The red light of the cameras started to blink and you knew you were on for one hell of a ride.

"All right everybody! Good evening! We are live today" Baekhyun said as the three cameras stared at your naked body.

You saw the first comments on the screen of the laptop.

"Wow already nice and ready"

"Ugh Bunny is so cute"

"I wish I was there to see Bunny irl"

Goosebumps poked up on your bare skin.

"Everyone today Bunny was very naughty and I had to punish her. So, I told myself why not let all of you enjoy it as well. Bunny..." Baekhyun turned to you. "Explain to our friends what you did" You looked up at your pissed off boyfriend.

"I... I disturbed master as he was busy... and was defiant"

"Good girl" Baekhyun caressed your cheek with his thumb.

You read some comments again.

"Oooh Bunny is in trouble hehe"

"Master!! Can't let this flow! gotta show her who's boss"

"Ok, so Bunny" Baekhyun starts "You will start by pleasing master" You looked up at him again you knew exactly what it meant. Baekhyun's hand left your cheeks to press on your shoulder. "On your knees Bunny".

His hand takes a tight hold on your bun as the other one unbuckles his belt and takes out his already rock hard cock.

"Open wide." he says his teeth shining under the indirect spotlight of the dark room.

You open your mouth and Baekhyun doesn't give you time to approach. Instead as soon as your mouth is open he rams his cock inside, hitting the back of your throat right away. By reflex you want to pull away but his hand around you bun maintains your head right in place.

Right then and there, you finally mesure how mad you have made him. He's never this rough, at least not right at the beginning before you had any chance of teasing him and running his patience thin. But you did all that… just with your videos… Teasing him until he can only process the desire he has for you through rough angry sex.

He starts the thrust himself in your mouth. You gag loudly on his cock, trying to catch a breath, but he doesn't let you.

"Come on, look at the camera, baby. Let them see how pretty you are with my cock down your throat" Baekhyun whispers in a low husky voice. Your tears filled eyes turn to the camera where you have a look at the comments.

"Uh ohhh... Master really IS mad"

"Bunny's mouth must feel so good"

Baekhyun gradually slows down his pace, allowing you to finally breathe. He pops his dick out of your mouth, while you pant. You look back excepting more face fucking but instead Baekhyun is turning the cameras to the table.

Already? you think. But you still get up and walk to the table, quickly checking the comments again.

"Are we bounding Bunny already?"

"Oh yessss!! The fuck-table!!!"

You sat and one after the other, Baekhyun tied your wrists and ankles to the corners of the table with the attached straps. You were now laying there, leg spreads wide, completely exposed to the +15K people that were watching you right now. You bite your lip feeling the familiar thrill swell up in your chest again.

Then Baekhyun approached with the vibrator. He pressed the button and turned it on. The buzzing sounds made you anticipate the feeling of it. You lightly squirm in your restrains. Baekhyun skipped directly to the most powerful setting. You looked at him, he was wearing that same evil smile again...

He places the vibe on your drenched heat. First at your entrance, you gasped loudly. Goosebumps spreading on your skin. With agonizing slowness he brought the vibe to your clit. The incredible speed of the vibrations took you by surprise and you immediately threw your head back, pulling hardly on the straps as unexpected pleasure took possession of you.

Your moans filled the cramped dark room. Tears started to form again, your body didn't know how to react to such an intense and unknown sensation. You felt you juices rundown your legs and coat your thighs.

"Aaaah Master... I'm cumming" you warned Baekhyun and he instantly switched the vibe off. You looked back up at him with pleading eyes, a desperate whimper escaped your lips.

"M-Master p-please" you stuttered.

"Bunny, you really think you can be disobedient like this and expect master to let you cum?" Baekhyun's low voice sent a shiver down your spine. His hands traveled to your folds, slightly playing with your sensitive bud, he coated his fingers with your juices before bringing them to your lips.

"Taste yourself baby" you hungrily sucked his digits, grazing your teeth on them. But he took them back before you were even finished. Your eyes laid on the screen.

"Ohhh Bunny how do you feel?"

"Bunny's desperate moans are the BEST!!"

Again, you heard the buzzing sound of the vibe. Only this time the vibration was really low, barely audible.

You felt the soft vibrations directly on your swollen clit. You didn't even have time to process the feeling that Baekhyun was pushing himself inside your wetness. You moaned loudly as you felt his hot cock stretch you deliciously. When he reached the bottom of you he gently pulled out. He then grabbed a piece of duct tape and secured the vibe on your clit. You moaned again, instantly missing him inside you. But it wasn't for long because he thrusted himself back in with all his might. A strangled moan escaped your lips, Baekhyun chuckled coldly.

"Oops, sorry baby. Had to check if the vibe was well secured... Yeah it didn't move"

Yes, you knew that much as the delicious sensation of the soft vibrations didn't stop for a second.

Soon he started to move at a comfortable pace. His length explored the deepest part of you and you completely lost yourself along the way. Between the vibe and his never ending back and forth your mind went completely blank.

"Look at the camera baby. Show this beautiful expression." Baekhyun's deep voice said.

You looked straight at the camera that was a close up of your face. You looked at the tiny return of the image. Your hair was an absolute mess. Your now loose bun was violently jumping with each of Baekhyun's thruts. Your eyes were fluttering close, rolled back. You looked delighted... and god knows you were. Baekhyun's big bulging cock felt like heaven inside you. You were so so so close to your release. Your toes curled upwards as you felt Baekhyun dig deeper inside you, his hands gripping tightly on your widely open thighs.

"Master, aaaah... I'm so... aaah... close" you said. But then again. Baekhyun abruptly pulled out of you and switched off the vibe. Leaving your desperate little cunt hungry for more of him. You whimpered and looked at him again.

"Not yet baby" Baekhyun's low voice said. You squirmed, pulling on your restrains, protesting. The comments flew in again.

"No orgasm for Bunny!"

"I bet Bunny really regrets being disobedient now hehe"

You felt tears of frustration form in the corner of your eyes. You looked at your still pissed boyfriend.

"Please Master" you pleaded as you bucked your hips upwards, shamelessly showing him and the viewers your red and completely desperate pussy. Baekhyun chuckled coldly.

"Look at you acting like a bitch in heat, pushing up your swollen little cunt up in the air like this" you felt shame but the straps kept you from closing your legs. You could only whimper and squirm. Baekhyun brought his thumb to your mouth and you immediately sucked on it.

"You want to cum baby girl?" he asked, his voice somewhat softening. You nodded sucking vigorously on his thumb.

"Then fucking beg for it like a proper slut" he said back with his harsh tone, through greeted teeth, popping his finger out of your mouth.

One single tear rolled on your cheek. But you would have done anything. Anything in the world for him to finally let you cum.

"Master, please... I-"

"To the camera baby girl" Baekhyun interrupted you. You turned your head to the close up camera.

"I'm sorry for disobeying my master. I'm sorry for being dissident. I will do everything to make master forgive me." Baekhyun raised an unconvinced eyebrow.

"What do you say everybody?"

Your eyes went to the screen again.

"That was weak!"

"Make her beg again"

"I would just leave her like this tbh"

You turned back to Baekhyun as he smirked again.

"Gotta have to do better than this Bunny" You took a deep breath and looked at the staring camera.

"Please, Master. This bitch is yours. She would do everything to please her master, She really has learned her lesson. If you accept to fuck me more I promise I will make master feel better then ever." That intrigued him.

"What do you think guys?"

"Yes she was good enough. She deserved it."

"#dickforbunny"

Baekhyun then suddenly thrusted inside you. You gasped as the delicious sensation filled your mind again. You missed him so much these past few seconds. Your pussy was tightly gripping around his fat cock. Holding onto it like it was scared to lose it again, suffocating it in the process. And Baekhyun bit his bottom lip as your warmth enveloped him. He grunted loudly, fucking you senseless.

"Aaaah... master it's so fucking good..." you said moaning shamelessly in front of thousands of strangers.

Without a heads up, he switched back on the vibe, all the way up. The vibration was so powerful, that even Baekhyun felt your whole pussy vibrate and twitch around him. Your nails dug in your palms as you felt immense pleasure wash over you.

"I'm cumming master" You screamed, thrashing your head around, unable to contain your orgasm anymore.

"That's right cum for me baby. Cum on this dick" Baekhyun groaned in a low lust filled voice.

And finally you crossed the edge. Your orgasm washed over you, making you completely drunk on the filling as your eyes rolled back while facing the camera. Your eyes could barely read anymore.

"She's cumming like a real slut haha"

"Wow look at her legs shaking"

But then. Baekhyun didn't stop, nor did the vibe.

"Master, please I just came" You cried out as your voice was cut everytime Baekhyun thrusted powerfully inside you.

"Baby girl. Once begging me to continue, now begging to stop? Make up your mind" He grunted still powerfully slamming his length inside you.

You screamed to the sensation of your sensitive clit being over stimulated. Tears started to roll down your cheeks as you continued to shake. Gradually the pleasure took over you again, not asking permission or even announcing itself. It just simply won you over.

Baekhyun and the vibe both forcing you into a second orgasm, even stronger than the first one. You arched your back and pulled hard on the restrains, the leather dug into your skin. You screamed again, completely losing to Baekhyun's fat cock.

Baekhyun continued to thrust inside you until your pussy was throbbing and sucking him in so much that he had no other choice to release his thick cum inside you. Grunting and cursing, indulging himself in the pleasure.

He slowed down his pace gradually as you fell quiet. Completely exhausted from the forced orgasm. Baekhyun pulled out and you felt his juices mixed with yours slowly drip out of you. Your mind felt numb and you weren't even able to process the words your eyes were reading.

"Bunny won't forget that punishment."

"I came so much watching Bunny shake like this"

"Bunny was fucked out of her mind... look at her... fuck so hot!"

"That was the greatest live EVERRRR"

Baekhyun laughed while reading them.

"I'm glad you guys enjoyed. I'll end it now and will put Bunny to bed" he chuckled looking back at you, chest still heaving up and down, glistening with sweat.

Baekhyun picked you up and carried you to your bedroom where you instinctively snuggled under the blanket. You had a content smile plastered on your lips.

"I'm going to disobey everytime now" you said before immediately passing out. Baekhyun just lightly chuckled before laying soft kisses on your forehead.

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A Fairy’s protection Chapter 3

“I’m sure your wife will love them, Mr. Hade!” Marinette heard Mia, one of the young teens she had employed by Lao’s recommendation, cheer as she most likely waved goodbye to the older gentleman.

Mia was the only employee in the shop today due to it being a school day.

“It’s a wonder that she found such ‘respectful’ and ‘clean’ children to help around the shop.” Marinette heard one of the more uptight, rich snob customers comment to her friend.

Mia tensed a bit but kept her head down and continued working and helping other customers.

“She’s truly lucky. I haven’t once seen a ‘street vermin’ near this lovely flower shop.” The woman’s friend responded, causing the first woman, who Marinette has now identified as Mrs. King’s daughter, Zoe King, to laugh.

Mrs. King was one of Marinette’s regulars. She was always coming in for teas and treats, sometimes bringing her friends to gossip and snack. Marinette wasn’t too fond of some of the company Mrs. King kept but Mrs. King herself always made pleasant company.

Marinette let out a sigh and made her way to Zoe and her friend. With the way Mia's energy would tense and swirl with hurt and annoyance Marinette figured it would be best to get them to stop the insult-laced comments.

“Can I help you?” Marinette questioned the two teens in a sweet voice.

Zoe’s friend scoffed, most likely about to make a rude comment when Zoe placed a hand on her arm as if to tell her to be quiet or watch what she says.

“Hello, Miss Dupain-Cheng,” Zoe said in a pleasant well-mannered voice vastly different from her previous gossiping voice.

The energy of Zoe’s friend was confused by the sudden change of attitude.

“Miss Zoe, I didn’t realize you walked in. Is Mrs. King here as well? If so, I can mix up a batch of teas for her.” Marinette greets, gesturing for them to follow her as she made her way back to the front counter.

Zoe followed hesitantly her head hung a little lower than her usually ‘picture-perfect’ posture. Her friend followed after Zoe curiously.

Zoe’s energy was swirling around in shame and nervousness. Her friend’s energy swirling around in annoyance and curiosity.

“Actually Miss, My mother isn’t here. I came with my friend Clare to look at the flowers and get some treats.” Zoe informed Marinette, trying to mask her nerves as she spoke.

They had already reached the front counter, Marinette turning to face Zoe and the newly dubbed Clare.

“It’s a shame that Mrs. King couldn’t come in,” Marinette said with a thoughtful expression.

“I’ll just have to give her a ring and ask what kind of tea she would like,” Marinette said, with a deciding nod. “ Oh! Mrs. King had mentioned that Mr. King was interested in the teas as well. Perhaps I could get his opinion?”

Zoe and Clare seemed to panic at that, but before either girl could stop her from calling, the phone answered, and Mrs. King’s voice rang through it with crystal clarity.

“Hello?” Mrs. King questioned.

“Sorry to bother you, Mrs. King, I was wondering what teas you would like mixed up?” Marinette asked, her voice as sweet and innocent as ever.

“Oh! Miss Dupain-Cheng! My apologies, I didn’t save the shop’s number.” Mrs. King says, causing Marinette to giggle.

“There’s no need to apologize Mrs. King, and I thought I said you could call me Marinette. My last name is such a mouthful,” Marinette informs her. Mrs. King only gave a light laugh in response.

“That’s right you did.” There was a pause on the other end of the phone. Mrs. King seemed to be talking to a man, most likely Mr. King. “Sorry. It seems my husband and I have somewhere to be. Is there a reason for this call?” Mrs. King asked.

“Uhm,” Marinette lets out a hum as if trying to remember before she made eye contact with Zoe.

“Oh! I wanted to know what kind of tea you and Mr. King would like? I figured since Miss Zoe and Miss Clare were already in the shop they could bring it back for you.” Marinette said as if she had just remembered.

The other end of the phone went dead silent. When a voice filtered through the phone it was not Mrs. Kings.

“Hello, Miss Dupain-Cheng, this is Mr. King. My wife and I will be at your shop in a bit to pick out tea mixes. Could you keep an eye on my daughter and Miss Odle?” Mr. King states more than asks.

“Sorry, but I’ll have to have one of my employees keep an eye on them. Would that be acceptable?” Marinette asked, knowing that not all parents like leaving their children with strangers. Mr. King had probably only been ok with the idea of her watching Zoe and Clare due to Mrs. King already knowing her.

Mr. King sounded like he wanted to disagree or ask why she couldn’t watch the children when the King’s voices became muffled as Mrs. King spoke with her husband.

“Ehr. Uhm. My apologies, I wasn’t aware that you are missing your sight, Miss. Dupain-Cheng. A trusted employee of yours will be acceptable to watch over my daughter and Miss Odle.” Mr. King informed her.

The call ended, Zoe and Clare looking a bit pale.

“Why don’t you young ladies take a seat at one of the tables. I’ll have Mia keep an Eye on you, per Mr. King’s request,” Marinette said, handing a plate of treats to the girls.

Clare took the plate with a quick thank you and quickly moved to sit at the tables with Zoe.

“Mia,” Marinette called, raising her hand a lazily to call over the young employee.

Mia walked over to Marinette, having seen the whole scene with the King and Odle girls.

“Yes, Miss?” Mia cheered, with a smile.

“You remember Mrs. King, Yes?” Marinette questioned.

“Mrs. King is one of your regulars. The sweet lady who looks too young for what age she says?” Mia said curiously.

Marinette chuckled. “That sounds about right, her voice makes her seem young as well. Anyway, those two young ladies, one of them is Mrs. King’s daughter, the other is her friend. Mr. King wants an eye kept on them.” Mia nodded her head.

“I’ll keep an eye on them for you, Miss.” Mia cheered before disappearing towards the table.

Mrs. and Mr. King came in fifteen or so minutes later, Mrs. King directing them to the front counter when it was clear that Mr. King wanted to go towards Zoe and Clare.

Marinette had given Mr. King some tea samples to try as Mrs. King picked out the mixes she had already decided on. Once they had chosen their tea Marinette began wrapping them up. She was almost finished packing the order when they heard a scream and then aloud slap ring through the air.

Everyone in the shop’s attention turned to the table that had the young King and Odle heiresses and who appeared to be a shop employee.

The shop employee was holding her cheek with tears in her eyes, causing a clear picture to form in everyone’s heads about what had happened.

The Odle heiress seemed to have been the one to slap the employee, seeing as the King heiress was in shock, seated on the opposite side of the table.

Marinette put down the package and made her way to the table stepping in between Mia and Clare.

“Is there a reason for your assault against my employee, Miss Clare?” Marinette said in a neutral tone of voice.

A few of the adults tensed at the words Marinette used.

“This street rat spilled water all over my designer dress!” Clare huffed, still very upset.

Marinette was about to say something when Mia placed a hand on her arm.

“I’m fine Miss,” Mia claimed, removing the hand that was covering her face with a slit hiss.

The others in the store gasped in shock. Mia had a split lip with heavy bruising already appearing on her cheek.

Marinette cleared her throat getting everyone’s attention.

“If everyone could leave so I can close the shop and take this I would be very grateful,” Marinette claimed in an authoritative tone of voice. The people left the shop without much fuss.

“Mr. and Mrs. King, you are free to take Miss Zoe and leave, but I will have to ask Miss Clare to stay. If you could give me a number to contact Miss Clare’s parents or guardians that would be helpful as well.” Marinette states.

Mrs. King told Marinette Mrs. Odle’s private number. After typing it in she selected the call button.

The call itself took no more than fourteen or fifteen minutes, the Odle’s arriving half an hour later.

The perks of being in the business district Marinette guessed.

The Odle’s had only been in the shop for a minute or two when a police car parked outside the building and its driver, a man in a police uniform with black hair and blue eyes walked in.

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