#scruffy black haired male gets game ended by them

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not to be controversial but goro akechi kinda has the same vibe as light yagami

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Enemies (Part Three) | Shuntarō Chishiya x Reader

Title: Enemies (Part Three)

Pairing: Shuntarō Chishiya x fem!reader

Summary: Time to start The Jack of Hearts game but how can the reader cope under pressure?

Themes/Warnings: bad writing, fluff, angst, all that jazz

Word count: 5000ish

A/N: I didn't write Ōki Ippei in this because I kinda needed to put the reader somewhere.... also not edited hehe

I moved away from Chishiya and towards the other side of the lobby before the tension between us becomes too powerful. I look around the room to get a vibe with the other players and to see if any feel ‘off’ to me.

In any of these games, you will get the scared players who let their emotions take the best of them which is bad in so many ways and unfortunately for Chishiya and I most people in this room are like this, apart from a selected few.

A beautiful woman stood next to me, her hair half pinned up in such an elegant way with the rest falling at shoulder length. Her dress is a light shade of blue fitting her body impeccably, everything about her screams perfection which is extremely dangerous in these types of games. Because if she has any confidence everyone will try and follow her, and kiss her ass this could make her the ‘leader’ and if your views don’t match hers things could end badly. But that’s if she plays her cards right.

Another person who stands out to me is the last man who entered the game, his face seems very familiar to you but you can’t put your finger on it. His aura is off-putting. It feels like if you cross him something bad will happen, his outfit goes with this as well. Plain dark blue shirt and black dress pants, normal on anyone else but for him, it screams ‘stay away’. The person next to this man is less intimating, with scruffy hair and sitting but remaining silent. That doesn’t mean I should take my eye off him because it’s always the quiet ones and especially if these two will be partnering up.

And of course, the couple in the corner I have to be aware of. Partners who trust each other in this game can be ideal for the Jack to hide in. The man in this relationship is the dominating type while the woman is the sub. This confirms my theory in one of two ways, the first way is what I witnessed in the cell during their ‘alone time’ and how the male was manhandling the female and the second is how they’re talking to each other right now. Him standing over her and enclosing themselves into the wall behind them discussing ways how to win the game. Both are wearing business casual suits giving them a ‘don’t fuck with us’ vibe, best leave them be for now.

After briefly analysing everyone those 5 are my main priority. I also need to focus on having a partner that I can trust. Don’t get me wrong Chishiya would be a great partner but I’ve seen him in multiple games backstabbing people and I don’t wanna be in that position unless I really have to. It looks like I have no other choice though because he’s the only one I know and I can’t build trust with a random stranger in these games. I’m brought back to attention when two men in the middle of the lobby discuss giving each other the answer, but stop when the man in the business suit talks sternly.

“So, the 20 of us need to eliminate each other until we somehow find who the Jack of Hearts is. What makes you think that anyone is trustworthy?” The man in the suit gives them a judging stare. He’s already trying to insert dominance into everyone by showing how smart he is, and it’s working. Because his words now make some people not want to trust each other. But this works in Chishiya and I’s favour because the more people who kill themselves the closer we are to figure out who the Jack of Hearts is. You make eye contact with Chishiya once again asking with your eyes if we were gonna team, he nods knowing exactly what I was thinking with my eyes.

The beautiful woman next to me pipes up in a sweet voice. “How about we get together and make teams to tell each other? So that way nobody can lie.” And there it is, she’s playing her cards right. Making herself confident so she can be the leader and everyone can follow her around. “Good idea” some says next to me, lots of others agree with her. What a load of ass-kissers, sometimes I hate being right. A quarter of the people in the lobby make their way over to her and beg to join her group. I make my way back to Chishiya because I’m now focused on the game instead of his sexy sly smirk.

“Now what’s happening in that pretty head of yours? I see you examining people, who must we keep an eye on?” Chishiya speaks in a whisper so nobody can hear.

“Lady in the blue dress, her influence with the group can turn nasty quickly, we don’t want to be put against a group of people. The man and woman in the business suits seem to be intelligent and the trust in one another is gonna be hard to break. Then lastly the quiet pair in the back, something feels off about the guy with the dark blue shirt it’s like I've seen him somewhere before and the guy next to him is quiet. I don’t trust quiet people. Plus it looks like they might team up sooner or later.” You finish your little monologue, feeling accomplished.

Chishiya smirks “you are definitely smarter than you look, and you are right about the man in the dark blue shirt. He was getting increasingly popular in the other world” Chishiya chuckles.

“Was he a singer or something? Come on Chishiya just tell me I thought we were working together” you wined hoping that this would give you the answer but before Chishiya could you, you were interrupted by the beautiful girl in the blue dress followed by her new possy. “Hey, do you wanna join our team? No pressure or anything” she asks nicely. Before you could tell her to fuck off Chishiya speaks up “Okay we’ll join the group”. The woman in the blue dress smiles and walks away.

You turn to Chishiya and give him a death stare. “What the hell was that for? We don’t need to be in a group with little miss perfect over there. We can trust each other to give the answer.” Chishiya slyly smirks before saying “This is all part of the plan, remember that old saying (Y/N)? ‘Keep your friends close but your enemies closer’? This is our way to watch that group destroy itself and get closer to the Jack without tackling one of the bigger obstacles”. Chishiya replies smugly.

You watched Chishiya follow the group over to a more open space, you learnt that little Miss Perfects' name was Urumi and she was the first person for everyone to tell her suit to. “So I’m gonna go first okay? I hope you’ll ALL give me the right answer” Urumi infixes the word to make herself look and feel cooler. You never wanted to punch someone more in the face.

The group replies back with her chosen suit, heart, and then cycles through everyone else in the group. You noticed a man, getting dragged around by a tall beefy guy behind the group and they head towards the downstairs area. Very interesting.

It’s Chishiya and I’s turn to get our suits from the group, and they happily give them to us. I pull Chishiya away from the group just to double-check. Grabbing him by the sleeve of his iconic white windbreaker and moving us to a separate corridor. “I didn’t know you were this frisky (Y/N), to have our fun time in the middle of the corridor when people are around” He smiles seductively.

“You know that’s not what I’m here to do” You reply with a monotone voice. Chishiya drops a little bit but is still interested in what you’re gonna say. You still needed to find out what Chishiya was gonna say about that familiar guy and you wanted to double-check what suit is behind your ear. “Where is that guy from?” You subtly pointed in his direction then continue “and I want you to double-check my suit”.

“Nobodies gonna kill anyone this round (Y/N) you should know that.” He moves his hands to my waist and turns me around so that my ass is very close to his crouch. Chishiya moves in even closer, he takes my hair into a ponytail and moves it to the left side of my shoulder. You can feel this breath on your neck and for sure your whole body just erupted in goosebumps. Chishiya lightly grazes your neck with his nose in an intimate action before coming up to your ear. “You’re a diamond, just like what everyone said in the group” he steps back so you could turn round. You take a few seconds to collect yourself before turning back around.

“Do you want me to check yours?” you spoke quickly in a whisper.

“Nah I trust the group, for the meantime” Chishiya smirks. Chishiya looks around the game area before finding the pantry. “We have lots of time to kill, let's eat some food or I can think of other ways to pass it” Chishiya raises his eyebrows.

You walk past Chishiya and muttered a “You wish” just loud enough for him to hear. Silently wishing it would happen. But you mustn't let yourself fall for easy tactics, you needed to focus back on the game. Sitting where the food is was quite entertaining, you watched all the players interact with one another to try and spot anything out of the ordinary but nothing has popped up yet. Chishiya sits next to you on the floor eating biscuits from a yellow packet.

“You want some?” Chishiya asks politely holding out the packet. Never have I seen Chishiya share anything, and for some reason, it’s been happening a lot recently. The bomb and now his biscuits. Originally I thought it was because he wanted to get close to Hatter and steal the cards, but Hatters is dead and there's nothing he can get out of me unless he wants to use me in a game. Hence why I need to focus on myself. Emotions can be very dangerous. “No, I don’t want your crusty biscuits” I laughed.

“Excuse you!” he lets out a small laugh. “These just aren’t any crusty biscuits, these are the best biscuits in the world. Seriously try one” Chishiya grabs one and shoves it to your face. You feel apprehensive, but you go for it anyway. Taking the biscuit from his hands with your mouth you bite it in one go. You will never doubt Chishiya again because they were the best biscuits you’ve ever tasted. “Okay you might be right” you say with a whole lot of biscuits in your mouth. I move closer to Chishiya to grab more of the biscuits but he’s quick to move away. “I already gave you one princess, there is still some left in the pantry go get your own” he laughs. You slowly make your way to the pantry and come back with a packet, by the time you did that it was time to enter your cell.

“It is time to give your answer” the PA chimes and then continues “Please enter a solitary confinement cell of your choosing”. Making your way upstairs with the packet of biscuits you just acquired. You find an empty cell and Chishiya finds one right next to you. Its doors open at the same, waiting for you to go inside. You give one last longing look to Chishiya before heading in. The cell was very small and grotty. It smells of mould and you couldn’t wait to get out of there. You continue to eat biscuits before the cell door slams behind you and locks, leaving you jumping in fright.

“Please give your answer” the PA demanded into the empty cell. I speak clearly into the cell because I don’t know where the mic is “Diamond”. It’s fairly quiet for a second, you can hear the countdown from outside which does not put your nerves at ease. Suddenly a bell rings which gives you a bigger fright and the cell door unlocks itself. You step out before Chishiya and wait patiently for him. He exits his cell but not before making another sly comment.

“You waited for me? Oh, that’s cute” Chishiya chuckles. You huff in response and walk towards Urumi’s group. During the walk you contemplated your friendship with Chishiya, maybe this was all one-sided and he was doing this for jokes? Or maybe he was buttering you up to use you in a game? Chishiya only does things to benefit himself so the latter would be the most viable option, which leaves you stuck in a game like this. Because you can’t trust Chishiya or the group. “I know what you’re thinking princess” Chishiya speaks up next to you. “I would never use you in a game unless for this instance you’re the Jack”. You walk up faster and join Usumi.

“Round two begins now” Chimes the PA system. You can feel the suit changing in your collar when it finishes its chimes.

The group is looking more anxious than I participated. All members are thankful to be alive but Usumi doesn’t give any input and just stares at her nails waiting to know what her next suit is. The group continues to express thankfulness but your attention was turned to a man yelling at another player demanding what his new suit is. Funny enough it was the same man who dragged a player last round. A voice speaks up next to you, “I keep wondering how long this is going to go for.” The player with the shaggy hair states and his partner the one that looks familiar to you continues. “Either the Jack will start to kill, or someone who’s afraid of the Jack will start to kill. Until either or both of those things happen, this will never end.” Chishiya makes himself known to the pair by agreeing with them, “Exactly”.

“What the fuck!” suddenly a player gets pushed to the ground right next to the four of us. “I told you to give me the answer!” shouts the man who was aggressive to other players last round. The player who was pushed to the ground stays there with shaky arms and legs. Suddenly the familiar man stands up and walks to the player on the ground. “Are you alright?” you hear him say to the other player, the man responded with a nod. I few seconds pass when you see the familiar man whisper something into his ear that you can’t pick up on. Both Chishiya and I pick up on this and look at each other. The moment is ruined when the aggressive player speaks again “Looks to me you want another beating. Huh?” he grabs the player from the ground and grabs their hair to get them to stand up. Before landing a blow which sends him back down again. This argument gains the attention of Usumi’s group and now has everyone watching.

“Give me the answer!” the aggressive player has his fist in the air one more time before the player gives in. “C--c” he stutters a bit before saying “Club”. The aggressive man laughs and speaks in a cocky voice “Don’t wait so long next time.” He gets up to walk away and leaves the other player on the floor. I turn to look at his collar and notice that he does not have clubs displayed but diamonds.

Chishiya picks up on this as well. It must have been something to do with what the familiar man whispered in his ear. It doesn’t take you long to figure out what it is, only because you know the player on the ground. You’ve played games with him before and he isn’t the type to do things like this unless provoked by others. Now you really need to know who this man is and the only person who knows is Chishiya but we keep on getting interpreted or I keep forgetting because our sexual tension is making me lose focus.

Usumi strolls over to the player on the floor but not forgetting to put on her best smile “Are you alright?” she asks in a sickly sweet tone. “How would you like to join up with our group instead?” Ah yes, it's all about the game with her. “Thank you” the player says and walks over to the group.

You sigh becoming slightly bored in this place, the group continues to give everyone the right answers and overall the group feels more relaxed. Once you get your answer you pull Chishiya away to get him to double-check the collar then you do the same for him. Chishiya still gets very close to me when telling my suit but not that I care, I love the feeling of his strong hands on my waist and his hot breath in my ear. You’re not gonna let your horniness for this man get to you. You need to know where you know the guy in the dark blue shirt. After telling Chishiya his suit I ask sternly to get my point across. “So who is that guy in the dark blue shirt?”

“You don’t remember much of the real world, do you? He was everywhere, on the radio and TV. He was practically famous” Chishiya uses his signature smirk. Confused you push for more answers. “Was he a famous singer or something?” You laugh hoping to get the answer sooner or later because quite frankly it’s killing you not knowing. “You could say he is famous in a special way, you know what I’ll tell you if you give me something in return” Chishiya grins deeper, you could tell he was planning something. Curiosity killed the cat and unfortunately you’re itching to find out who this guy is that you’re willing to compromise yourself for. “What do you want?” you ask in a questioning tone.

Chishiya looks pleased that you were willing to trade information “An I owe you, you have to do anything I tell you to”. You gasp in disbelief “That is a horrible trade, I need more terms and conditions than that” standing your ground. Chishiya sighs “Okay how about an ‘I owe you’ but I can’t use it in any games or use it that could lead you to die”. You seriously think about this offer, maybe this information could be quite useful and help you catch the Jack. Surely his ‘I owe you’ won't be too bad on me. You accept with a nod because It’s too good to pass up information.

Chishiya reaches for your hand to shake. His hands feel so strong and warm wrapped around yours for a handshake, you seriously need to snap out of it. Stopping the handshake you wait patiently for Chishiya to tell you who the dark blue player is. “His name is Sunato Banda, he killed 4 women which makes him a serial killer” Chishiya speaks up while eating another biscuit. “I suspect he told the player on the ground to lie to the other one for fun or to begin the game somehow” you agree with him by nodding along to his statement.

Time seemed to pass by slowly in the prison but you did find ways of keeping entertained. Standing next to Chishiya waiting for time to pass is quite fun especially when you can get to annoy him. Trying to steal his biscuits is becoming a fun game for you or commenting on how short he is just to get a rise out of him. Sometimes it works other times he’s too focused on at staring players making their way in and out of the pantry.

An hour is almost up and it was time for Chishiya ad I to head towards the cells. I repeat the same process as before, looking longingly at Chishiya before entering my cell and disclosing my answer. The answer was right and I could move on to the next round but not before hearing an explosion from down the hall. The aggressive man’s picture on the TV darkens and with the first death underway many are starting to feel the stress.

Walking up to Urumi you wait for the rest of the group. You both give each other looks and you can tell she doesn’t like you either. I could see this going badly. Chishiya arrives seconds later with everyone else. “That guy must be the Jack” Urumi states while looking towards the player who lied to the aggressive man. Urumi continues smiling “He lied to that big bully and killed him. I think we better kill him next turn”. The group is shocked at this statement. “Are you saying we should lie to him?” Someone pipes up, hoping Urumi drops it but she keeps pushing. “Of course. He’s definitely the Jack. And if not he's still dangerous. We should eliminate him while we have the chance”. Now everyone looks at each other apprehensively but no one speaks up.

Turning to Chishiya you raise an eyebrow and make your way over to him. “I have a feeling Urumi is gonna chuck me under the bus soon” you whisper into his ear. Chishiya hums in agreement. “Good thing you have me” Chishiya whispers back. You move your eyes towards the wall in front of you and see Banda giving Chishiya a stare that could make anyone stop. “Oh, would you look at that Chishiya you have a secret admirer, that's so cute” Never not gonna tease Chishiya. Chishiya makes eye contact with Banda for a very long time and then looks away. “Let's go to the pantry” Chishiya mumbles because he notices Urumi and the others moving there.

The group stood in a circle taking turns telling each other the answer, Chishiya and I both get our answers before stepping back and watching the drama unfold. Urumi steps up and everyone reveals her symbol as a diamond before she turns around and does the answer for the man she has her prey on. “Looks like your symbol’s a spade” Urumi starts the conversation with the group hesitantly agreeing behind her. “Thank you very much” the man now sighs in relief. Chishiya and I watch from the bench what his true symbol is. A heart. If you were in the real world and nobody would get hurt in these games you would tell him his real symbol, but it isn't like that anymore. You had to be tough to live out here and for you the more people that die the closer you are to catching the Jack.

Chishiya continues to eat his biscuits while you try and focus on who the Jack might be. Time goes by really fast when you use your brain. You start walking to the cells not feeling sure about the answer you got from the group. “Chishiya can you please tell me what my symbol is” Chishiya laughs.

“What am I gonna get in return” Chishiya smiles. You start to feel very nervous, hands start to shake. “Why does there have to be anything? Please just tell me, I don’t trust Urumi and I think she's out to get me” you whisper so the group can’t hear you. “You need to stop being so anxious (Y/N) because you will spile out of control then you’ll stop trusting everyone and that’ll end badly” Chishiya turns me around pulling my hair to the side before saying “You’re a spade, just like the group said. ”

Huffing in announce your state in an annoyed tone “Trust is earned Chishiya, I don’t trust anyone here.” You instantly regret your choice of words because this has compromised the relationship you have with Chishiya,

“Including me?” Chishiya asks. Huge tension is present when his comment is spoken. Looking at Chishiya you can tell he’s serious. Deep down you know you can trust him but the games you've seen him play and his actions at The Beach stop you from speaking the truth. “I’ve seen you ‘make friends’ with people and then use them as sacrifices in games.” You begin and then continue with a shaky breath, “This might be the game getting to my head but I’m pretty sure I can’t trust anyone including you.”. Now you really need to shut your mouth before it’s too late.

“Wow okay” Chishiya's demeanour doesn’t change but you can see something switch in his eyes. “But you trusted me when I was patching up your wounds? Wow, very manipulator of you (Y/N)”. You both arrive at the cells stepping into different ones this time not looking at Chishiya before entering. I speak my answer into the P.A., I’m not feeling nervous because I know that if Chishiya will betray me it won't be this early in the game. I live, thankfully, and continue to step out of the cell at the same time as Chishiya but things feel cold. He doesn’t walk side by side with you anymore but a few steps in front of you with a blank face.

Making your way towards the centre of the lobby you see the group discussing how the man they just killed turned out not to be the Jack. Each group member is really feeling the stress now but Urumi stands back and eats her food. Chishiya and I stand to the side while he talks to me with no emotion and his only intent is to focus on the game. “People are starting to get nervous like you. I know they said there was no time limit… except that people are actually starting to die now. I’m not sure we’ll even find the Jack for sure.” Chishiya states with a jab towards you.

Sighing, needing to fix the awkward tension between you too because if you don’t your risking yourself and Chishiya in the long run. Turning to face him you speak up in a firm tone but quickly enough so no one else can hear “Look, what I meant to say back there was trusting people is hard in a world like this. I used to have a friend who came into this world with me, we were friends for 10 years before all this and she stabbed me in the back during a game and I nearly died. I won’t go through that again, so I’m not taking back my statement. I don’t trust anyone here fully, but I do trust you the most and the more time we spend together the more I can trust you. But for now, I trust you enough for this game” You finish your monologue feeling apprehensive about how Chishiya will react. Chishiya laughs stepping forward with his signature smirk “At least I got something, but don’t worry princess I’ll earn your trust soon enough”.

You’re feeling happy to know that you and Chishiya are back on good terms but the awkward tension is still lurking there at times. Hanging out in the pantry part of the prison is quite fun only because you and Chishiya sit very close together because of the bench seats you’re sitting at. Shoulder to shoulder again, you never want to leave. It gives you a sense of comfort and stability knowing that Chishiya is right next to you but for now you are focused on the group because Urumi has now singled out yet another person. This time because the woman wasn’t “on our side when we tried to get our stories straight earlier” what surprises you most is that Urumi asks for everyone’s opinion on killing her. Of course, everyone followed the ring leader and it was decided that she was the one to be killed next.

Chishiya was eating his way through another pack of cookies and you couldn’t help but notice the tension in Urumi’s group, you need to figure out a plan with Chishiya before it’s too late. “Hey Chishiya” you whisper into his ear to avoid others listening in. “I know we had a fight about this earlier but I’ve decided I’m not gonna trust the group anymore and put my life in your hands. So from now on, I want to know my symbol from you. But I will be keeping appearances with the group just in case I need to get the upper advantage if anything happens.” looking him in the eyes so he knows that I mean it.

“That’s what I was gonna suggest with you” Chishiya says slyly. Leaning forward onto the table to collect more biscuits from his packaging. “I have a plan forming in my head, so just hold back from doing anything until I tell you otherwise. My plan will only work if you follow my rules. Understand?” he says nonchalantly in a way that doesn’t draw attention to our conversation. “Understood, sir” you gave him a joking salute to ease up the pressure. The group decided to start telling everyone’s symbols now. There we go again everyone steps into the circle to tell each other their symbol. Up comes the lady everyone wants to kill, Urumi tells her she has a club instead of a heart then comes the chorus of group members agreeing with her. If there’s one thing I know, I want to get my revenge on this bitch.

Apparently my symbol this round is a diamond and Chishiya’s is a spade. But of course, you go to each other afterwards to double-check. This happens for a while, round after round and your start to get really tired. At one point you fall asleep on the pantry table, Chishiya takes off his white Nike jacket and bundles it into a pillow for you. You make eye contact before your pulled away to sleep and in his eyes, you see a lot of emotion that isn’t shown on his face. Which emotions? I don’t know but you do want to take a dive at it at some point.

Urumi group has suddenly lost a few more members and everyone’s on edge, people are starting to lose it. One of the members is starting to pull his hair out and it’s giving me really bad vibes.

Round nine begins now

Chishiya whispers into my ear “This is where shit goes down, I really need you to trust me now if you want to survive.” Judging by the way of his calm exterior you guess he’s already figured it out. “Whatever you need Chishiya” you reply back hoping this wouldn’t end up with you being killed.

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I’ve been doing a lot of Dragon Age, MCU, Arrowverse, and some other stuff (becuase I’m all over the place), so here yah go!

Dragon Age: Athera and Evune in the Exalted Plains before helping Solas’ spirit friend, after Haven fell. 

“And you’re okay with all of this?” Evune asked as she stepped on a boulder, looking down below us as a few halla settled down for the night. “You seem a bit…off.”

Glancing over at her, the arms around my chest tighten as they remained crossed. “It just…feels a bit odd. Everything seems so...quiet and open here.” Evune threw back her head, laughing a bit.

“Welcome to the Plains, darling.” She smirked a bit as the shadows of the fire from the camp behind us flickered across her face. It made her dark eyes look like the night sky, almost terrifying yet beautiful. It’s almost odd to me how the eyes show the kind of person you were on the inside, because I knew it was a pure representation of who she was. Even if she didn’t want to admit it. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I…I don’t know what you want me to say.” I murmured, glancing behind me at the others. Blackwall carving something with his knife as Varric lounged next to the fire, watching it as he lowly spoke of stories of his travels. Solas, only a little further from the fire than Blackwall, sat quietly, stoically as he listened, whether to Varric or us, I wasn’t sure. “Being the First is…” I glanced back down below us, the moon full and lighting the plains in front of us as the creek ran not far from our camp. “I didn’t think I’d have to do it; I didn’t think for a moment that Isha would…”

“Die?” Evune offered as she watched me carefully, her sharp eyes taking in everything and reminding me of the hunter she became once she joined our clan. Andruil’s vallaslin was more than fitting for her, even as a rogue. It was moments like this that made me more grateful to have my cousin by my side.

“I went to the Conclave because I needed time to think, I…I didn’t want the responsibility that came with being a First. I don’t know if I want to be Keeper when Deshanna steps down.”

If I was expecting a shocked reaction from her, I would have been disappointed. It was as if I had just told her the sky was blue, the only movement from her was the slight arch in her brow as I glanced over her. “I hope you’re not expecting me to overly surprised by this, Athera. You jumped at the opportunity when everyone was ready to let me scout it out.”

“And ended up with more responsibility than before.” I laughed humorlessly. “Just think Evune, if Isha hadn’t died, if I hadn’t jumped at the opportunity to run from the weight of being the First, you could be Inquisitor right now.”

“In what world would that be reassuring, Little Fawn? Me and Fen’an leading this little pack of warriors? You and I both know that the right person was there for that. Don’t haunt yourself with those kinds of thoughts, you’re the leader because you’re meant to be.”  

MCU: Steve coming back in Infinity War

“Ross.” Rhodes sighed. “We gotta take this. Rayna, I’m sorry—”

“Do it.” She replied as she stood straight, her head high. “Let us see what he has to say to this now that Tony is missing.”

The malice in her voice made Rhodes and I exchange a look before he turned to the screen and accepted the call. The blue hologram of Secretary of State and the conference room he was in filled the space as Bruce went to the next room, an old flip phone turning in his hands. Rhodey crossed his arms as he took him in, Rayna leaning against the bench—her magic making a coffee mug disappear and reappear. “Mr. Secretary, how can we help you?”

“Well, Colonel, as you can tell, we have a problem.” He replied, barely looking up at us him and his men shuffled through his papers. “Mr. Stark is gone, we need to assemble who we have left.”

“To fight a spaceship that’s no longer hovering over New York City?” Rayna asked and I threw her a look as he sighed.

“To fight off whatever threat we have.” Ross snapped. “What information do we have?”

“His name is Thanos.” Rhodes replied. “He’s…looking for some—he’s looking to destroy and take out half the universe.” Ross took a moment to glance at us, and I swallowed as his eyes flitted to me momentarily.

“And how do we know this?”

We both hesitated before I decided to come clean. “Dr. Banner has…returned. He was on the ship when Thanos attacked Thor…he’s gone.” Another sigh came from him as he handed something to one of his men, a few exchanging glances as Ross spoke.

“So Dr. Banner has conveniently returned with news and you’re telling me we lost the Asgardian?”

“That Asgardian risked his life to try and save us.” Rayna snapped as she shoved off the workbench, making some tools fall and clatter on the floor. “We would do well to take heed of the warning.”

They glared at each other as the tension became worse and I moved, grabbing her arm. “Rayna…”

“Stark is missing, Secretary. I suggest you begin being more cordial to the allies you do have left.” She replied, venom dripping from her words as she walked away, joining Banner in the next room. I threw Rhodes a look before following suit, staying close to them as they stood off to the side, Banner now rubbing his face a bit as he paced slowly.

Seemingly unaffected, Ross continued. “Still no word from Vision?”

Peaky Blinders: Dahlia finding out Alfie is alive

“There are binoculars on the table there, Mr. Shelby. He insists you admire the view. He will be with you shortly.”

I say nothing, don’t dare turn away from the sea as the breeze hits my face. He joins me with binoculars in his hand as the sound of her gathering a tray can be heard. If I had to guess, I would say perhaps tea. How wonderful would it be, to just sit here on a beautiful day and a cup of tea, reading and watching. I allow myself to wonder what it would be like to leave everything behind for this. I hadn’t had peace in so long, I feared I would never know it again.

“It’s been so long since I’ve travelled.” I say, breaking the silence as Tommy holds the binoculars up to his eyes. “So bloody long. The horrid woman would constantly make us travel; tutors changed frequently. Honestly, Tommy, it’s a wonder I had learned anything at all.” I scoffed.

“Mmm. Woes of the upper class.” He mutters back.

“Yes, I s’pose that’s one way to say it.” I sigh before looking over at him. “But you always say we’re better than them, Tommy. You said it about the Russians, even with Luca…you said it, and you say it now with the politicians. Thomas…our values as a family…we’re above this. We don’t believe in this. Please. I need to know if this man can help us.”

Tommy drops his hand, turning and looking at me when the sound of footsteps are heard. “Business first, Dahlia. Remember, business first.”

I go to retort, to ask him again, but I don’t get the chance.

“You out there, Tommy!” A male voice called, and I felt it then, a chill run through me that had little to do with the breeze. My heart squeezed as I stared at Tommy.

“Yeah. I’m here.”

“Tommy—” I breathed out.

“I was just having some oil rubbed into the bits that really hurt, mate. What do you think of that view, eh?”

I knew that voice. I knew that fucking voice. Tears welled and I fought like I never had before, refusing to cry. Tommy won’t look at me as he steps forward, and I am desperate enough to even contemplate clutching onto his sleeve, but don’t act on it.

“It’s Margate. What can you do?” Tommy replied as the placed the binoculars on the lounge. I watch as the man cuts the music I had barely noticed and turns.

Far Cry 5: Wren’s Cleansing and spitting water in John’s face

“This one?” a male voice echoed as I fought against heavy eyelids to see a blurred night sky. I saw a man in the corner of my eye with a wool sweater and messy hair, pointing to something on the ground.

“No. This one.” Another male voiced, his voice deep and well-spoken. Had it been any other situation, I would dare say it was soothing.

The scruffy man found his way to me, leaning over as he studied me with confusion. “Doesn’t seem very worthy.”

“It is not for us to judge.” The other man came into view, and he was much more put together than his companion. His dark hair was neat, and beard trimmed. He donned a trench coat, giving him an air of importance. “Deliver her unto the waters. The Cleansing begins tonight.” The grungy man reached for me just as I faded back to blackness.

“The water must wash away our past.” A voice echoed and I stirred. He was muffled and I couldn’t place the odd sensation as I began to become aware. It was as if my head was buried beneath sand. My body began to protest, my chest burning, and it was only then that I had realized I wasn’t breathing at all. I was fully awake now and staring at the face of one of the men I had seen earlier, holding me down beneath the water. “We must expose our sins. We must atone…” The man pulled me forward through the surface of the water. I took a quick breath, my gasp only audible between me and my new friend. I finally was able to take everything in. It was night, obviously, and we were on the bank of the river. My head was still screwy from the bliss in my system, but I could make out the lace in the trees and the van parked underneath. But it was the man standing before us that had my attention. John Seed. I recognized him from the intel Dutch had on him at the bunker and the broadcast. Not to mention the pictures and billboards he had all over the place. His trench coat was gone, showing the blue button up shirt and black waistcoat he wore underneath. The others were being walked to him as he read from a white book, his thumb rubbing a symbol on their foreheads. “For only then may we stand in the light of God and walk through his Gate unto Eden.” He said as he marked the last person, before he turned to me and closed his book as I was escorted to him.

“Not this one.” He said as he studied me for only a second, but it felt like forever. His eyes drew me in and I almost squirmed under his scrutinizing gaze. It pinned me to my spot in the river as he handed his book off to my Baptist Buddy. “This one’s not clean.” His was low, mesmerizing. It was honey, just enough of a hint of danger to pull you in, making what he did catch me off guard completely. His hands were on the base of my neck, his thumbs only applying a slight pressure to my throat, almost teasingly. He put more pressure into his palms against my collarbone, forcing me underwater once more. My gasp of shock forcing water in my mouth this time. I thrashed against his hands, but it was no use. He was immovable, a marble statue against my paper-thin attempts against him. My hands tried to pull at the rolled-up sleeves in panic, and he finally pulled me up.

“Ahhhhh.”  He sighed at first, but then my rage overcame me. Out of spite, and for the actual need to dispose of it, I spit the water that had flooded into my mouth in his face. There was a moment of dead silence as his men stood in shock and fear, waiting to see what their Baptist would do. John closed his eyes for a second as I could see the rage cross his features. But as soon as it came, it was gone. His eyes opened again with a mix of malice and taunting, and tsked at me with smirk as he shook his head. “Shhhh.” I clawed at his arms as he went to push me down again, until a voice made him stop dead in his tracks.

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Suppose a Kid... 1 | Hortensia Saga 1 | Kumo Desu Ga 1 | 2.43 1 | Cells at Work!! 1 - 2 | Cells at Work: Code Black 1 | Back Arrow 1 - 2 | Praeter 1 | Horimiya 1 | Tomozaki 1 - 2 | Wonder Egg Priority 1 | IChu 1 | Kemono Jihen 1 | YuruCamp 2 1 | Dr Stone: Stone Wars 1 | Sk8 1 | Mushoku Tensei 1 | Design-bu 1 | Wave!! 1 | BSD Wan! 1 | Ex-Arm 1

After much watching...I cut it down to 5 anime and 1 short.

Suppose a Kid… 1

I am not writing out that full title every time! Anyways, here’s the first “real” debut of winter 2021.

For some reason…this series reminds me of Pokemon. Probably how at the start, Ash tries to get along with Pikachu by doing all sorts of things like what Lloyd is doing here. (<- learnt protag’s name through synopses)

The name “Shouma” rang a bell and I was right – Shouma is voiced by Souma…Saito.

The Japanese title has “monogatari” on the end there…so it probably doesn’t fully translate into the English title.

These orange flecks in Lloyd’s eyes are kinda distracting…

Isn’t Kunlun in China, though…?

If this is just going to be Marie yelling…I don’t see why I should stay. (<- turned volume on for everything so far)

*facepalms* Lloyd is so dense…

That fight scene’s not very good…

…oh great. Selen’s fallen in love with Lloyd already…*sigh*

The missing princess is certainly going to be a plot point later.

Wow, that tiger looks impressive! If only they could’ve done that for the fight scene…

…oh great, Selen is a low-key yandere…

Didn’t Lloyd say he sucked at combat…? Anyways, I’m not keeping this. The designs are colourful and the tiger was good, but it’s meant to be a comedy and it’s not funny.

Hortensia Saga 1

Here for Ume! He’s voicing a guy called Defloitte Danois.

I-Is that CGI? So early on into the anime???

*a dude gets bitten into by the werewolf*…welp, at least this series isn’t afraid of its own gore.

I had a sinking feeling our real protag was Alfred…and I was right, according to the OP.

Huh? The song goes silent for a second near the end…what the heck?

The book appears to use English, albeit English so faintly inked in you can’t quite tell what language it is.

Alfred, governing Albert…? Isn’t that a bit redundant?

I swear all the female voices in this anime are squeaky as all get out…

All these high fantasy anime – or heck, any high fantasy series full stop – ever justify why the country is worth fighting for. It’s why I find war stories pointless and senseless.

You can tell from the voice and short stature “Marius” is Mariel…but she uses boku, which is why Alfred can’t really tell the difference. (Also, he wasn’t privy to the fact Mariel cut her hair.)

This almost smacks of a game tutorial. The CGI is still there…it’s not as bad as other examples I’ve seen, but you can tell it’s CGI when you look at it.

Roy’s kind of pretty, in a generic way.

A close-range archer! Ho, you’re kinda impressive yourself, Roy. (The feeling of a game tutorial has disappeared by this point.)

Hortense…of Hortensia…how confusing.

The scruffy guy you keep seeing with the dark hair is Defloitte. Keep an eye out for him for me, would you?

The ED seems to consist mostly of…anguished pop screams. *cringes slightly*

Anyways, this anime isn’t bad. It’s quite average though and its CGI could easily get worse.

Kumo Desu ga 1

…you know I don’t like 1st person cam, yeah?

…this is just Kumoko (as I’ve heard her being called) yelling so far…plus there’s quite a bit of CGI.

I like how the ED has an English overlay and the style they’ve used for it. The music, though…? Nah.

Wait a second? Millepensee? Shin Itagaki? That would explain the CGI!

“…a spider that just happens to have my memories.” – A butterfly dream, huh?

…well, at least this anime is well aware of the genre space it inhabits. Maybe you could say…it’s an isekai light novel, so what? *groans from the audience*

…well, you didn’t really “bring” your “brother’s” (?) corpse in case of an emergency, now, did you?

…welp, to have guts, you must eat guts. I guess that’s how it goes.

What’s a “skanda”?

This anime’s quite monologue-y (as expected of an LN). I can live with it, but I don’t know if it can carry the entire thing through the season.

…humans? Haven’t seen them almost all episode. What are they up to?

These designs sort of look like SAO’s. They’re not a dealbreaker yet, but they could be down the line…

This ED seems to take cues from Cop Craft’s OP (same studio). It also has some…“Aggretsuko rage”, I guess you could call it.

2.43 1

…Another confusing title, I see. I normally don’t do sports anime, but I’m here for Ume.

*sees the colour of the volleyball* - Basically anything volleyball has to collaborate with volleyball maker Mikasa, doesn’t it?

This anime seems to like putting characters’ thoughts on the screen for dramatic impact. The CGI is sort of visible, but not a dealbreaker.

I’d thought I’d heard of this OP artist before, but it turns out I haven’t.

This series has a nice sense of force. You see those moments where the ball squishes, or when Yuni presses against the wall without thinking? Those.

LOL, way to burn Yuni, Chika…

These transitions are a bit hard to detect. I think I like Akudama’s more overt ones more.

LOL, Dr Popper (sic).

The serves are nothing special. Haikyuu does the same thing from the episode I saw of it. (You know I don’t like Haikyuu, yeah? Dropped it after 1 episode because everything I heard the fans talking about caused me to connect the dots.)

The way Yuni blushes…it’s more than someone usually would, even if it is out of embarrassment. It may just be the entertainment I consume, but I could swear that’s going somewhere in more of a BL manner.

I get the feeling Chika has a bit of Virgo or Taurus in him somewhere. The sort of guy who nags at everyone to do stuff his way is probably like that.

Pocari Sweat (unaltered).

I gave myself dimples by puffing up my cheeks and poking them until they became permanent. I guess you can do the same thing with ambidexterity…?

For some reason, I can detect Chika’s jealousy when he discusses blocks and natural talent.

…wow, this anime is pretty serious for a volleyball anime.

The ED scene where the face is replaced with flowers is pretty creepy. Like Jigokuraku or something.

Cells at Work!! 1

What are these blob creatures you see in the OP, anyway…?

I think I remember reading something that the numbers assigned to the cells aren’t arbitrary – they’re hexadecimal colors, e.g. RBCs get shades of red as their numbers.

D’aww, Platelets warm the heart. They really do.

Platelets have a master…? I thought they were all just lil’ kids.

“What the cell’s going on?!” – Oh, I remember seeing a tweet about this. I love that pun! Kudos to whoever was responsible for that.

LOL, no. 4989 dancing in the background.

Hmm…those nets look like CGI.

…uh, I did not need that shot of the Megakaryocyte’s camel toe…that’s distubring.

Wait, Backward Cap is a she?!

Aw, lookit WBC being a dad. That’s cute.

Backward Cap = Ushiromae-chan.

Is that…a construction worker holding a giant pudding?!

Cells at Work Code Black 1

This anime is called “black” due to black companies. It’s Code Black to avoid being racist, I guess. I’m looking forward to it because it’s undoubtedly going to show a dark side to the main series…

…and there it is, the RBC complaining.

I assume OJT = on the job training.

I knew “pespin” (sic) was a typo. It’s pepsin.

Now that I’ve been working at customer service for two years (give or take COVID), I can see where the senpai RBC is smoothing over the relations.

…that also means I know where to suppress my emotions. I’m not a person who opens up to people easily without getting used to them, so people never see me as suitable for customer service anyway, but it’s the only experience I have so *shrugs*.

…oh gosh. I haven’t seen these words since…the time I was still learning biology.

…*sigh* Rookie RBC is worried about boobs.

The fact Senpai lost his iconic hat…is kinda sad, actually.

“Don’t let his resolve be for nothing.”

Hmm…does the male WBC from the main series wear black fingerless gloves?

I thought I’d heard of this artist before…but turns out I just can’t distinguish really autotuned artists from each other…(lel)

…and stuff goes ka-blam. It’s the spiritual successor to HypMic, even if I wasn’t asking for it. (LOL)

Back Arrow 1

…I heard you said “hot guys”? (Yes, I am predictable as all get out.)

What’s with that episode title…?

Stereotypes, eh? I kind of expected as much from the promo, but where’s the title character…?

…was that yuri fanservice? I can’t quite tell because it was the aftermath of an action scene, but I can see the shippers gearing up in my head.

…after a bit of waiting, there he is. Back Arrow himself. He kind looks like Takuto (Star Driver).

“I’m not trying to hide anything!” – Well, that’s…true.

…*sigh* Why do girls always have more feminine-looking mechs? (Plus this one has boobs…*sighhhhhhhhhhhh*)

So it seems mechs in this anime are the form of one’s conviction and they have skills along those lines, eh? An interesting concept.

…you do realise I abandoned an entire anime based on a joke about lucky underwear? However, this anime is so absurd and just keeps running with the joke that I just can’t say no to it. If there’s one thing I’ve learnt from volunteering at a charity store, it’s that when it comes to selling stuff, you can’t say no to a lot of stuff…including selling potentially used underwear, so long as it’s not dirty or stinky.

Whoa! Those things break?!

Why does the title card mention the wall...?

Anyways, I…like it, surprisingly enough. Let’s keep going.

Back Arrow 2

…eh? Didn’t expect inflatable clothing, LOL.

I suspect Shu Bi is scheming something.

What’s the long thing…?

“…tomorrow might not come.” – A good reminder to have in these times of COVID.

Peath = Peace. (Heh. What a stupid name…*thinks about the name “Quattro Bajeena” suddenly* Okay, “Peath” pales in comparison to that.)

What is that creature that circles in the sky…?

I know this is meant to be a serious fight, but…that attacking guy’s hat seriously looks like a bamboo stalk and so I keep seeing it and trying not to laugh.

I only just now realised there’s CGI. CGI these days is getting much better than it used to be.

Tomozaki 1

LOL, Yontendo. It’s clearly Smash Bros + Nintendo Switch and the character designer was also around for Iroduku, so that’s why this style looks familiar.

…lemme guess, since this is a romance, it’s likely NONAME is Aoi. Or some other girl.

I would pay for a romance where it’s the girl building the guy up to be presentable, instead of a girl building other girls up to be presentable a la Ageha 100%.

Didn’t the anime show us Tomozaki reflecting to himself, though…?

“…rules working in combination.” - Well, there’s social norms (e.g. knock before entering a room), laws, contracts, societal standards (e.g. in Japanese society, you bow to others as a greeting or apology)…(continues to blabber on for a bit)

I think Aoi said something like “onitadaku”, but I’m not sure what the joke is there. Oni is in there, sure, but what’s the original phrase she’s playing off?

…LOL, it’s a good time to remind people to wear a mask.

LOL, Krout.

Anyways, this seems decent. I like how it’s going the way I want it to.

Tomozaki 2

“…make sure I’m nearby…” – Okay, that’s just being pushy, Aoi.

Minami and Hinami…so confusing…

*Minami chomps on Natsubayashi’s ear* - …okay, that’s not a thing girls do in real life unless they’re lesbians. This is likely trying to take the fanservice route.

They didn’t even show why the “kiss” was broken up…meaning they were doing it to make potential girl-on-girl look hot. Just great.

*Aoi touches Tomozaki’s butt* - Dude, that’s groping…

I didn’t think we’d get the story on Aoi’s “hexactly” so soon.

…well, that episode just made me feel mildly bitter. I’m dropping it here.

Praeter 1

…aw s***. Only a few seconds in and this looks like a terrible game…

It’s like someone barfed paint across Durarara…

The only time the background buildings look any good are when there’s a fight scene…

These Seals (or whatever those designs are called) seem to act like mini shields. Update: They’re called tattoos.

That transition was a bit fast for my liking…

Seems like the series is mildly peppered with Greek terms.

“To Infinity and Beyond” by…some author I can’t really read the name of.

Suddenly, they throw in more characters…?

Where does Eiji keep those bullet cases of his…? In his jacket?

Having a guy die in the 1st episode is cheap. I mean, we don’t quite care for him yet – it’s too early in the anime for that.

Now there’s Norse terms on top of the Greek ones…

Even more characters? You kidding me?

Lemme guess, Eiji gave up his tattoo because Yamato inspired him and now he’s a goner.

Welp, the weight of the world is in your hands, Yamato. Including that dead dude on your back. (<- sarcastic)

Sk8 1

I’ve been hearing good things about this anime! Let’s go! (<- about a week late to the debut)

That politician is probably relevant…probably someone’s dad, if HypMic taught me anything.

LOL, a beef. They call this stuff “beef”? Where’s the chicken? (<- joke from HypMic)

Haemanthus…apparently a flowering plant from S. Africa.

That’s rare, you don’t see Canadians in anime all that much. I was just thinking as I came home from volunteering how you know British people all have fancy names like William and Australians are Johnno, Danno etc., but Canadians? No clue. Update: Apparently you’d call one Arnold or something just as generic…?

Why are all foreigners in anime half-Japanese with the mother being the Japanese side, anyway?...Because people can make their character speak Japanese while looking foreign. Right. Moving right along.

Ahh…I understand your plight all too well, Reki.

…Hmm. It seems Reki’s surname is written kiya, but read “Kyan”. His name literally translates to “history (calendar/age) of bravery (military might)” Update: Turns out his surname is 3 characters (read “kiyan”, although I’ve never seen that final character ever being read as “n”) and his first name is one, so his first name is just “history (calendar/age)”.

Even I suck at balancing on bikes and stuff (…yeah, I still can’t ride a bike even though I’ve done so many other things in my life) and I know you have to support yourself with one foot on the ground before you do things like trick flips. I may not have observed Tony Hawk all that much, but he was on the periphery of my knowledge.

“What’s your hourly wage?” – Ouch, I feel ya, Langa.

Koko ni netete actually means “Lie down here”, but…okay.

These eyecatches are cute.

That’s a cute fox.

Yikes! 60 mph = approx. 97 km/h!!!

Random umeboshi, LOL.

Aghhhhhhhhhhh! Cherry Blossom’s so pretty~! I love him already!

Thank you, based Bones!

Something that can be enjoyed, even without sound: this is why I enjoy both action and comedy anime!

Okinawa? We’re in Okinawa?

Well, that was cool! I didn’t even ask where the location was until the end. Update: Why is this anime sometimes called Sk8 the Infinity anyway…?

Horimiya 1

Horimiya…I’ve been aware of this series for a while. There’s even a Chinese volume of it at a library close to me, although due to contact tracing I haven’t bothered to check it out.

Oh, I bet Hori is the otaku!

Ooh, Marketing Script!

Because I’ve been behind on the premieres, I’ve seen enough to know this boy with the chain is Miyamura.

…argh! Miyamura is cute! Y’all were right!!! (<- likes blushing bois)

I bet there’s going to be an emergency meeting!

“Sorry, it’s egg time!” – Oh, I’m laughing so hard! So that’s the context behind the Wonder Egg Priority meme!

“…see these?!” – Well, it’s not like you have a tattoo or some-*Miyamura shows his tattoos* Never mind…

Oh, I just realised they even animate the minute movements of the eyes Miyamura does…cool.

Notice how Miyamura is blocked from the other guy due to the window.

Miyamura goes “Ishikawa-kun” but “Hori-san”…hmm. No wonder he’s letting Ishikawa get Hori.

The problem I find with romance series is that they’re generally tied to heteronormativity. Hori is coded with red silhouettes and Miyamura with blue…*sigh* Whatever happened to gender ambiguity?

Good heavens, what is up with this ED?! It looks like Pocoyo! (…Does anyone else know that cartoon…?) Aside from that quibble, this anime is great though.

Mushoku Tensei 1

Apparently this is the grandad of all isekai. Why it took so long for an anime of this…who knows?

…and of course this guy’s a loser virgin. Go figure.

*sighhhhhhhhh* He’s just ogling this woman’s boobs…

…oh, sorry. I was so distracted by the man candy, I didn’t care about Rudy.

I-It’s actually quite refreshing to not have an OP protagonist from the get-go for once. (Or maybe I’ve developed such a disdain for isekai since SAO rolled around that everything here suddenly feels fresh.)

You can see the birthplace of isekai without having watched any of the others right here, it looks like.

“…what’s the point of incantations?” – To make it easier for you to cast spells, I gue-spoke too soon.

…wow, they shamelessly showed off Rudy’s privates. I know he’s still young at this stage, but that reminds me of how I dropped Dragon Ball around the time Goku was shown the same way (which is…very early on, by my own admission).

I believe, based on the name of the spinoff I see in the 7 Seas emails, the magic tutor is called Roxy.

You’re thinking about marriage?! At your (reincarnated) age?!

Oh no! The tree again!

LOL, Rudy’s acting like a kid who’s been in COVID lockdown for a while.

I think what most of the isekai that spun off from here missed is that the loser is job age. Losers at life at job age are relatable and high school geniuses are relatable (albeit sometimes insufferable), but losers who become NEETs for no reason whatsoever and then get banged up by Truck-kun are not.

Anyways, this was good, but a risky kind of good, since it seems like this male gaze will continue to be around as Rudy gets older.

Update: Dropped after learning Rudy was a paedophile in his past life.

Update 2: Apparently the anime toned down this paedophilic tendency of Rudy’s, so...now the verdict is that I move on while I let other people tell me if this is true of the anime or not.

Kemono Jihen 1

“Kemono Jihen” means something like “creature incidents”. I wonder why Funimation didn’t change the name…?

Kabane means “summer wing”.

Kanoko Villa, I’d assume, is named after the deer (the name means “deer’s child”).

My experience with Sho Aimoto (creator of this manga) is reading a bit of Hokenshitsu no Shinigami. (That, by the way, reminds me of Nube, but it’s nothing spectacular.) However, Hokenshitsu no Shinigami has a very detailed artstyle…That’s why I’m pretty shocked Kemono Jihen has such a scratchy one…

Ooh, edamame!

Oh, I see…this is like Furuba or a werewolf story, huh? Rather than a Natsume Yuujincho sort of thing.

…I thought Inugami and Dorotabo had seen everything of each other because of bathing together…I guess not, then.

…is Yataro going to die?

It seems the “immortal demons” are oni, so…why subtitle them as “immortal demons” and not just “demons”?

Ohhhhhhhh…this shite’s good. It seems to have a throwback feeling to it, moreso than even Yashahime or a lot of the sequels I’ve seen recently.

Cells at Work!! 2

I was going to move right along to Wonder Egg Priority because I’m really behind on the debuts right now, but I accidentally opened this up while I was cleaning up so I might as well watch another episode or two before setting it aside.

He’s dead, Jim. (<-joking)

…gosh, these walls look like Hover all over again and that’s from 1995…

LOL, these background cells don’t even have any details. They’re basically stick figures with fat bodies…

I think that phrase that appeared, “Take good care of B Cell!”, may be a pun on Give My Regards to Black Jack (written with similar Japanese, “B Cell wo Yoroshiku!” vs. “Black Jack ni Yoroshiku!”).

LOL, “you sure have the guts”…while they’re in the guts.

The certificate says something about it being presented to someone in the face of bravery, I think (<- just looked at it briefly).

“You have a good head on your shoulders,” says the T cell as WBC struggles with the disguise…stuck on his head.

Wonder Egg Priority 1

I’ve been hearing this series is surreal, but no more surreal than Flip Flappers. So…I don’t know if I’ll like it or not.

What’s this K?(?96…?

There’s a sunflower on her raincoat…so that’s why I saw a post called “You’re the sunflower”. Personally, that just reminds me of Post Malone.

Those Seeno Evils…they’re CGI, aren’t they?

As Boueibu once said (but I may be paraphrasing here), “nothing is more scary than free”.

…to be honest with you, I haven’t had a best friend for at least 2 years now. I only really feel close to people who are like me and who I have sustained contact with over many years, so I end up cutting contact with people after we part ways and never trying to fix it.

I always find it slightly absurd when anime girls get a little pudgy and go, “I’m so fat!” (See, for instance, the Dumbbell series.) Or, in this case, Ai’s going, “I’m so ugly!” when there’s nothing wrong with her. She’s only a bit different from everyone else due to her heterochromia - she doesn't have any physical or mental difficulties.

IChu 1

Here for Ume and, of course, dem bois. Bring it!

I seem to remember one of the magazines called an “Ichu” “an idol egg” (i.e. a fledgling idol)…More egg puns for me, then.

I found him! Ume! He’s Akira Mitsurugi! Update: Turns out that’s Toshiyuki Toyonaga…Oops. (Ume is actually Lucas from I*B.)

Huh? For a second, I imagined Akira with a dubbed voice. Of course, I could only be dreaming, because idol anime normally don’t get dubs, but…it was interesting to think about.

LOL, “Onsta”.

This Akio-type character is popular lately. The sort who’s timid but has an outstanding talent they themselves might not see.

…uh, but Kocho means “Principal”…?

An idol bear?!

Torahiko is crazy…(Note the tigers. Tora = tiger.)

Specifically, that’s black coffee with no sugar.

As much as I want to keep watching this, I’ll hit pause on it here. There’s much better offerings this season.

YuruCamp s2 1

…grandpa’s writing is so…neat.

*glares at CGI car…*

This OP just doesn’t compare to Shiny Days, y’know…?

OOPArts.

Talking pine cones! They’re back!

Curry rice! Literally had some of the Japanese-style stuff the other day. It was great.

All this talk about jobs…I personally don’t like jobs because I like to work at my own pace (hence one reason why I’m working on being a translator), but…money…I’m jealous, girls.

I’m trying not to rely on the subs for those texts that appear on the screen so that I can keep my reading skills up…I kept up with them for the most part…but then I got distracted by the croquette sign at one point…

“…buy you some local food?” – That’s omiyage, normally translated “souvenirs”. “Local food” actually does make more sense in that gap, though.

…man, I’m jealous that the girls all got jobs suitable for their personalities and everything. Lil’ ol’ antisocial me sucks at retail, even after 2 years.

Design-bu 1

LOL, that man and his bunny. Update: That’s Unabara-san.

…geez, these utaite are everywhere now. I’ve seen 96neko, USSS, Eve and more being more central to anime song creation…

Thise characters in the OP seal (<-the stamp, not the animal) are saiyou, meaning “recruited”, or in this case, “accepted”.

OEM = original equipment manufacturer.

Hrm…you can tell it’s a giraffe by description, but…that “base everything on the horse” is interesting as you could count several things as horse derivatives. Also, the angels’ names are all standard Japanese names with natural components to them (Ueda = upright rice field, Shimoda = frost rice field etc).

Is this pink-themed guy…a guy? Or a crossdresser? Update: That’s Kanamori-san.

I like how the suits have little wing-like flaps. Also the wings on Shimoda’s back.

…I never thought an anime episode would make me so concerned about giraffes.

That guy in the green I remember from the Wave x Tendebu (Heaven’s Design Team) collab, his name is Kimura.

Oh, so there is a bird like that!

The random wiggling the chibis do in these short segments…it’s a bit disorienting. (<-Just a small quibble of mine.)

Oh! Galapagos effect!

Agonistic: “polemical; combative.” I thought they meant “antagonistic”.

Oh man, that punch line was great! It took me a while to get into the spirit of it, but this anime is great!

Update: Oh, that’s where those nature names come from! They’re actually meant to be gods! (Or…named after gods…?) Also, Ueda vs. Shimoda (the “shimo” could be the kanji for “below”).

Ex-Arm 1

I’ve heard this anime looks bad…even well before its debut. How bad? Let’s find out.

*stifles laughter* From the first pan, I know this anime is doomed on my list. Even Praeter was better than this!

*stifles laughter again* This OP really does look as bad as the stuff I was seeing prior to winter 2021! Like a game I shouldn’t take out of my archives! (It’s not as bad as Hover’s graphics, but still…that’s from 1995. Cut it some slack.)

That’s the 2nd Kimura this season…

Yugg is just…ugly. Never try to render elaborate eyelashes in CGI again, people.

Dimension High School was better than this because at least that had puzzles. This is even jankier than that!

Wait, why is Akira 3D when his dad is 2D? It’s not that obvious, but I notice these things. Update: That’s not his dad…but close enough. (That’s his brother.)

…and here comes Truck-kun! (LOL)

This would be good…if it weren’t rendered in the jankiest CGI known to man…

Alma’s gun strike doesn’t have a lot of force to it.

The fire is rendered so terribly…*stifles laughter*

This part with a disembodied Akira is what I assume I got up at 6 am for…but I can’t hear it, due to background noise. Remind me to confirm this later. (Minami’s mouth is rendered so terribly…augh.)

No force to any of these recent motions, either.

LOL, this censorship.

Wave 1

Ever since this project was announced, I’ve been watching developments unfold on Anime News Network. I knew it would get an anime or something similar I could follow…and now here I am. I mentioned in the Sk8 comments I have basically zero knowledge of surfing, so…this is very unexpected, in one sense.

Was that a drone…?

“Wizard of the Waifu Board”?! Are you kidding me?! (LOL)

There seem to be shots where I can see the CGI here, but…anything’s better than Ex-Arm. Let’s say that.

Actually…yappe is a derivative of yabai, meaning “cool” or “crap” (in an ironic sense). So it would probably be better to translate it as “Surfing’s the greatest!” or “Surfing’s the coolest!” Anyways, what I was thinking before I was going to say this was that the waves are so enticingly animated, it feels like a summer anime. Basically the only other anime I’ve ever said that for is Grand Blue.

If I’m understanding where Isokichi’s name comes from right, “iso” is the character for seashore or a rocky beach (磯).

LOL, the teacher just wrote “Show must go on.”

Hayama, Kanagawa. Kanagawa’s capital is Yokohama, so it’s not quite Tokyo, but somewhat close.

“Murphy”? I have zero clue what that means.

Oh, I see. The title is translated that way due to context. Now that I can accept.

I just burst out into laughter when I realised Nalu hasn’t dropped or put down his ukulele once.

BSD Wan! 1

Here comes my past to haunt me…aside from me being a fan of BSD, I’m here because I influenced this series. How so? Once upon a time in the now-distant year of 2016, I was a scanlator for a brief period. Most of the work I’ve done hasn’t influenced the world at large, but this is the most influential manga I had a hand in working on.

Oh no! They’re starting with the dog AU?! (That comes from pretty far into the manga, IIRC. Further than my work was on it, at least.)

It’s Rashomon, but Rashoken (that last bit means “dog”). Hence Ruffshomon.

Basically, they just insert dog-related words everywhere…don’t make me explain every one!

Ouch, I can only imagine how much pain it was to translate Inu Shikkaku. Literally, it’s “No Longer a Dog”, but how would anyone make it in line with the other puns…?

I wasn’t fully aware of how the dog AU was connected to the main Wan series because I haven’t really looked at it after I quit due to aggregators, but…that was a nice fakeout. Also, I was concerned as to whether this was going to be a full-length ep or a short…seems like it’s a 10 minute short, so I have more chances of taking it.

…oh gosh, that pose! I remember it! I worked on this one! (Now that I know it’s a TV short, I won’t cover future episodes, but I want to at least finish this one because I started it.)

I think they added a bit there. I remember Kunikida’s and Yosano’s were in the manga, but not the other members or Fukuzawa going “the wind is smiling” + Kenji working on the roof at the start.

Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh, I remember Rampo. I think I had to approximate how he would say stuff with Pocky in his mouth, but Slug (current scanlator) went the extra mile and stuck food in his mouth to do the same panel.

It seems to make a short ep., they strung a bunch of the chapters together. Also, I don’t think we ever found out what Yosano’s puddle was and that was…probably for the better.

Oh yeah…I think I remember this one.

Now I remember it! I remember having fun explaining what a youkan was.

Whoa, Higuchi scrapped the SFX! That wasn’t in the original…

The ED seems to be an Atsushi cover of Namae wo Yobu yo.

Oh noooooooooooo! The flower gazing episode! That’s the one I remember most, because I was trying to figure out how to translate 移動 while making it smooth-sounding English…(I remember the final result was something like, “Move! Move~!”

Dr Stone: Stone Wars 1

Final debut! Let’s go~!

The last time this series was on the air was about 1 year ago. I can remember that far back…

I like how that recap is framed as Gen talking to the kids.

Senku overcomes every problem with science.

…not much to comment on here.

[kri-babe]

15 | ACHE

Meaning || a continuous or prolonged dull pain in a part of one's body.

NSFW-ish || Suggestions of sex (fades to black)

The determined pouring over a multitude of books and looks papers Dmitrii has been doing was abruptly interrupted when a young friend, roughly of the same age as him at the time, playfully and joyously leaned heavily over his back, with long arms precariously wrapped about the young scholar’s middle. 

“Dmitrii!” Cried the elezen in his exuberance, “You grumpy kitten - what are you doing in here!? Don’t you know the Heavensturn is tonight?” The miqo’te naturally frizzed, pupils sharp and daggerlike as his tail, ears, and hair puffed out to appear so much larger. “Adoix, you fool, get off me!” Spat the agitated young man who flailed, swung, and swatted at his joyful friend - Adoix, of whom leaned away and shielded himself with his arms, handsome smile never failing. 

“I haven’t time for games or celebrations, Adoix, you know how critical this point is in my studies!” Hissed the cat as he readjusted his glasses and turned to go back to his papers. Adoix would not be so easily dissuaded as he slowly approached and once more, leaned over Dmitrii’s back, chin resting upon his shoulder and hands about his middle. It made the young cat burn about the proverbial gills.”You and your studies... you’re but twenty-three summers, already behaving as though you were some hundred summers old elezen.” 

Dmitrii sighed, the look of agitation fit his scruffy features as he adjusted his oversized glasses once more.”You’ve been drinking, haven’t you,” Adoix laughed charmingly - he was a handsome creature who had plenty of men and women adoring him and his every move. A social butterfly and quite the scholar. But Dmitrii was much less interested in social interactions. He often spent weeks on end cooped up in his dormitory, studying or experimenting.

“Of course, kitten! It’s a celebration - there’s food, drinks... all sorts of wonderful things. And I think it would do you some good to get out and enjoy them... You are not so long lived as others... your entire life’s going to escape you, spent in a dark room.” Bemoaned a truly concerned elezen! Adoix’s heart was good and he always meant well. Dmitrii wondered who was truly the fool - himself, or Adoix. Much disdain had he held for the man when they first met but alas, over the course of time, the bastard truly grew on him and though he was quite the vicious sort, he did care for Adoix, who seemed to enjoy spending a great deal of time around him. 

“Adoix, you know I can’t - you know how important these studies are.” Protested the koshka who finally decided to stop glaring up at the ceiling over the rim of his glasses in lieu of peering over his shoulder at the man that rested there. “I know, I know... very, very important - so important that you must spend hours pouring over them, skipping sleep and meals.” Adoix fussed softly and Dmitrii sighed again. “Fine... since you’re so intent on staying in, I will bring the celebration to you!” Chirped Adoix. Dmitrii quirked a powerfully sharp brow and turned his head a measure more to look at the other. 

But before he was able to get any questions out, he seemed to have left himself perfectly vulnerable to Adoix’s scheming, of whom he THOUGHT had the best intentions! Soft lips met his own and startled the cat back into that frizzed appearance. His cheeks burned, and promptly did Dmitrii braced his hands to Adoix’s broad shoulders and push him back! “Adoix, control yourself, man!!” Cried the miqo’te who kept golden eyes averted in absolute embarrassment. Adoix grinned, eyes sparkling mischeviously, “Me~? Perhaps you should consider that same thing, dear Dmitrii~!” The giggle of young students just outside the dormitory pervaded the hallway.

Long, sharp ears pricked up and Dmitrii’s gaze darted towards the door in concern, and the distraction was just long enough he hadn’t noticed that Adoix had found a spot on his knees, between his legs until the movement of his belt! “A-Adoix!” Hissed the young miqo’te! “Shhh~!” 

-

“Oh Dmitrii~! Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead...” Called a familiar and distant voice. Exhausted golds peered open but a fraction and thick brows knit over them. Dmitrii grunted, nestled among pillows and blankets as if they were some big cozy nest. Adoix stood by the bed, bent at the wait and hands on his knees, a gentle smile painting warm lips. “There he iiiis~! I thought you’d never wake!” Chuckled the elezen who received a low warning rumble from the other male. Who just realized as well that he was entirely nude, protected only by the blankets. “By the Gods, Adoix, you’ve no decency, and naught but a dark and scheming heart- ngh!” He’d just begun to lean up when muscles in his lower back and legs protested!!

Adoix couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped him, “That was your first time, wasn’t it...~? You poor thing... just relax, okay? I’ll make sure you recover speedily so you can get back to your brooding.” A frizzy brown tail lashed, annoyed.

[dopeypsyduck]

So this ended up being too big to fit into one post and I have a problem with giving too many descriptions/ideas/etc so I’ll be chopping my AU up into more bitesized pieces. A LOT. After the cut, because if it wasn’t it’d literally destroy your dash. Just be warned that if you open this up there’s like, a whole paragraph for each character mentioned. (or more)

The Tailtwined!AU is based around another AU that I have yet to find a fitting name for, and everything is generally the same story-line (he still goes through regions in the same order, wins Alola’s league, etc) wise except for one crucial plot detail: The night before Ash’s defeat in Sinnoh’s league, the Sandgem town Pokelab burns down with people still inside; though Ash is upset by all of this, the thing he’s most upset about is Gary’s death/disappearance. 

Because there should be a reason other than “he went up against Mythical and Legendary Pokemon” because that was such a cop-out for the anime. And also, yay! Angst and death (seriously where did Gary go??) 

Also I’ll be cherry-picking stuff from the mangas, anime, and games and shoving them all together but I’ll try and keep it simple and not confuse too many people. The focus is currently on the timeline of Pokemon 2019/Journeys, so all of the characters up to that point that are main/side (that show up in more than one episode or are important in the games) will show up. 

Notable information: 

TEAM ROCKET IS A BIG. DEAL. Team Rocket has reached across the globe: Police officers that aren’t Officer Jenny or Nanu or people like Looker; Gym leaders like Sabrina and Koga, Elite four members like Will and Karen. 

-People in this AU work a lot like the Wolf Children movie. Not in the fact that they can completely turn into animals, but in the fact that their features contort when they get angry or overly emotional. Most can grow claws and it is actually a sport in Galar for people to train themselves into their more animal-like forms and then fight. Outside of the ring it is frowned upon, but stuff happens. 

-People with domestic animals’ features are much more common in this AU, with exotic features being more uncommon/rare. Big Cats and creatures like Wolverines are examples of this. 

-Royalty and high ranking trainers like Champions and Elite four members are extremely likely to be non-domestic, but it’s not like common people have never managed to become Champion/E4 before. 

Kantonian-based characters: 

-Ash himself would be long-furred Birman based, with white ears and tail that are umber-tipped. This is a bit more uncommon to see but by no means the rarest of the domestic breeds. I headcanon that he has dyed it before, probably red to match his clothing, or yellow to twin with Pikachu. (Dying fur is also a statement of mourning if done correctly.)

-Gary and his father, Blue, both have a Russian Blue’s ears and tail: Their fur is quite a deep grayish-blue, but Gary’s is lighter than his father’s. Blue isn’t around in this AU, but I thought I’d mention it anyway. This type of domestic cat would be one of the more rare because it’s a recessive gene; the likelihood of Gary inheriting Blue’s cat breed was very slim but it happened anyway. Gary himself is rather vain when it comes to his fur and he's constantly picking leaves and sticks out of it, making sure it's completely pristine. 

-Gary’s Mother (also not in the picture because she wasn’t in the anime/games/etc) and Daisy (Gary’s sister) are short-haired cream tabbies. Daisy is much more prominent in this AU because she’s in the games and manga. She was hit hard by Gary’s disappearance and that made her Professor Oak’s only remaining family. 

-Professor Oak himself has solid brown ears/tail, but he was also one of the few “common-folk” who became Champion of Kanto. His fur is normally matted and it is more dull than it used to be, but he still tries to take care of it. He’s just really forgetful and also extremely busy with other things. 

-Delia also has Birman features, but her fur is longer than Ash’s. She used to be a Pokemon Trainer in this AU, but she quit when she got pregnant with Ash, and most of her Pokemon went to be with Professor Oak. 

-I know we’re taking a huge leap here, but Giovanni’s cat-like are based on a tiger's. His ears are rounded like a tiger’s. Giovanni used to be the pinnacle of attractiveness, but as the years wore on his fur began to fall out. His tail is patchy and discolored despite attempts to keep it clean and tidy, and painful fur-implants didn’t help at all. Whenever Giovanni has to make appearances, he usually makes it so no one can see his tail because his ears are mostly untouched. 

-When someone’s soul or aura becomes corrupted, their body is no longer able to regulate hormones needed to keep their fur looking glossy, so it falls out and becomes frazzled/ugly. It is worse for those with a large amount of radiating Aura (think Sir Aaron or Ash or in this case, Giovanni.)

-Instead of Red being Ash’s father in this AU, Red is Delia’s sister. His ears and tail are Calico, and he--like most male Calico cats IRL--can't have biological children. Male calico anthros are just as rare as their real life counterparts. He is the one who defeated Professor Oak and became the next Champion of Kanto. 

-Jessie's fur is long and white, but she dyes it completely to match her red/purple hair. She's extremely vain and when not stealing Pokemon or messing with Ash, she's grooming her tail or getting someone else to do it for her. 

-James is similar to Jessie in the fact that he dyes his fur to match his hair, but he comes from a rich and higher-calibre family so he's a white tiger anthro. His family usually exclusively marries other white tiger anthros. His fur is constantly messy and it drives Jessie and Meowth insane. 

-Misty  has a Spaniel's ears and tail, perfect for swimming. Her ears and tail are tri-colored with white, brown, and black. She's still Cerulean City's gym leader, and she still tries to keep in touch with Ash the best she can but he ignores her calls most of the time. Brock and her are always hanging out when she's not busy with the gym.

-Brock is the visualization of a scruffy village dog. He has a long brown tail with fur as wild as you'd like to imagine, and his ears are floppy and brown with the tips being white. That's not a good look for a healthcare professional, so he straightens the fur without too much issue. 

-Tracey, though he doesn’t have a super big part of the main story, has a Great Pyrenese’s ears and tail. Because his fur is white and he’s an artist, there’s always a large array of colors displayed on his coat.

[jmeddows2]

Hot Space (Roger Taylor Series) - Part 1

Roger Taylor x Reader

Notes:  Sorry for grammar mistakes/ weird sentence structures. English is not my first language but anyways, I gave it a go. Enjoy and feel free to submit requests, feedback etc.

Words: 1577

Chapter 1:

“He says he wants you, NO and now I quote: he needs you” your manager, Daphne told you and your band in the scruffy little office of ‘Rough Trade Records’. It was actually a quite rainy day in London, the usual. December 16th, 1981 to be exact. What a time to be alive and additionally to be an 18-year-old, female vocalist of a fairly successful band (at least in the UK), in a male dominated field. Your band also consisted of Nic on lead guitar, Matty on the bass, Jacob on the drums and Chris on the piano. “What are you talking about? And who are you even talking about Daph?”, you asked her totally clueless.

Daphne continued: “Freddie fucking Mercury.”

 The room was silent, you could hear a pin drop, as Jacob decided to speak up: “you’re kidding, right? I mean, you can’t be real right now! He doesn’t even know we exist, does he? Daph??“

Wow, you’ve never seen Jacob this nervous and excited at the same time before, as he’s usually always the tough guy, but his behavior right now makes you giggle.

“(Y/N), this is a huge deal, Freddie wants you as Queen’s support act for their upcoming ‘Hot Space’ tour which starts in April and ends in November as of next year. We’re not talking about old, little, dirty clubs and pubs in England. This is another level! Europe. The US. Canada. Hell, even Japan. You have the potential, take this opportunity, I believe in you guys! “

Daphne’s words left you speechless. Not only was Queen your biggest influence while growing up, but it seemed like a once in a lifetime opportunity to tour the world, even if it’s just as a support act.

 While the rest of the band all agreed to do the tour - without any hesitation, they were still expectedly waiting for your answer.

“Guys, you should really really, really know me by now - of course the answer is yes, I can’t believe this is actually happening. “

“Perfect, then it’s settled, I’ll get it contact with Jim Beach, Queen’s manager to arrange your first official meeting“ Daphne informed us.

 “Oh my lord what was that, I need a drink now“ „Fuck, me too, Nic“, you said and with that you 5 went to the pub right down the road, still unaware of all the things that were still to come.

January 4th 1982 Jim Beach’s office, London:

 “Happy New Year Lady and Gentlemen“, Jim Beach greeted us, “they’ll be here soon, but don’t freak out, I see you right there" he pointed to Jacob who was bouncing his leg up and down rather nervously, which made us laugh.

The laughter was cut off when the door swung open and there he was, in all his glory: Mr. Mercury, he was even more remarkable in person and the other three band members followed right closely behind.

“You’re on time, that is what I value the most, my dears", Freddie giggled.

“Wow, very nice to meet you Freddie, ahh, Mr. Mercury, sorry“ you blushed.

“Oh no darling, it’s Freddie for you and it’s nice to meet YOU, all of you! “ he pointed to the other band ,members as well.

“I’ve been following your music for a while now and I have to say it’s brilliant! Can’t wait to hear what else you have in store. “

In the corner of your eye you saw Jacob who was close to fainting because of his excitement. After hugging you, Freddie moved on to greet your other band members, when Brian walked up to you: “Hi I’m Bri, so nice to meet you, I like your hair by the way. “

‘Could this get any better?’ you thought to yourself when John walked up very shyly : “I’m John, nice to meet you.“ And then there he was, even more beautiful in real life, than you remembered him, from the posters, that your childhood bedroom was plastered with. His hair was now shorter but his eyes, wow, you really could get lost in them.

He bat his eyelashes: "We’re going so have much fun! “ He knew he didn’t have to introduce himself and his cocky behavior was definitely not what you expected. At this point you could just hope that he wasn’t going to act like this for the upcoming months. The rest of the meeting was simply just chatting and discussing the cities, in which the tour was going to take place. Before you could leave the office, Freddie made and announcement:

“My darlings, to break the ice I would love to invite you all to my party tonight, 9 pm, don’t be late or you’ll get fired! I’m just joking, Jacob darling, don’t look so frightened, bloody hell! “

You glanced at Roger only to look away quickly once he shoots you a cheeky wink.

  Back in your flat:

 “Julia I’ve got nothing to wear, I’ve heard so much about their wild parties, I don’t know what I got myself into. “your roommate answered: “(Y/N), would you calm down for a bloody second? You’ve got plenty of stuff to wear that would sweep them off their feet, but you can borrow some of mine and second, you know all about wild parties, don’t act so innocent now. Remember your 16th birthday party when Patr- “

“Stop talking about my bloody ex-boyfriend, Julia, that cheating, lying bastard. “

“See, at least I distracted you “, Julia defended herself. You chose to borrow a black skintight, short dress which reached just below your bum and showed off your curves and cleavage perfectly. Additionally, Julia helped you curl your long blonde hair, while you decided to go for a winged eyeliner and dark purple lipstick. Satisfied, you took one last glance in the mirror, Julia hugged you goodbye and as you were about to call yourself a cab, the doorbell rang.

 “Hello there, may I help you?" you asked the uniformed man at the door. “Are you (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)? “he asked. “Yeah that’s me"

"I’m here to pick you up for Mr. Mercury’s party “, right then you noticed the luxurious white limo parked outside. After a 20-minute drive you arrived at Garden Lodge and wow, what sight. The house was huge and beautifully decorated, there were hundreds of people, dancing, drinking, snorting cocaine off of silver trays and there he was, Roger, leaning against a wall being surrounded by 5 girls who were throwing themselves at him. You scoffed and spotted your band members who were engaged in a conversation with John and Brian.

"Hi (Y/N), here!!“, Nic waved you over to them. “You look beautiful tonight “John complemented you and you thanked him politely. “How’d you get here?", Chris, your pianist asked. "Believe it or not, I had a limo waiting for me outside, boys" you told them.

"A what? I can’t believe it, what about us??“, Jacob acted fake hurt and put a hand on his heart to be overdramatic, which made us laugh. Deaky and Brian exchanged a suspicious look, as if they knew that something was up, but you shrugged it off. Suddenly, people began to cheer, as this could only mean one thing: Freddie is here. And there he was, strutting through the crowd with a velvet king’s cape on and a crown on his head. He truly was a king.

 “Darlings you’re here and wow you look dashing, doesn’t she look dashing? “ Freddie eyed you from head to toe. “We should really go on a shopping trip sometime, we’ll have loads of opportunities on tour, my darling, but for now, let’s dance!“ With that he literally dragged you to the dance floor and after a few songs you managed to catch your breath. “Oh and Freddie thank you for the limo, you really didn’t have to send one to my flat, I could have gotten a cab! “ “What limo? I didn’t send a limo to your house! “ “Huh? But who did then? “, you asked, your eyes quickly followed to where he was pointing at. Roger already had his eyes on you, still surrounded by 5 girls, but he didn’t give them any attention. “Careful though darling, he bites” Freddie laughed and shot you a wink.

Exhausted from dancing, you decided to join the bar when you heard a familiar voice say: “What are you having? Let me buy you a drink, love. “ It was Roger, of course it was Roger. “Look, if you think I’ll sleep with you tonight I can garant- “ “Who said I want to have sex with you? I mean you look beautiful I must say, but I wouldn’t go that far, at least not right now. “ “A limo? Really, why? “, you asked trying to hide your embarrassment. “Why not? “, he asked. “You’re now on a ride with your majesty herself, wanted to give you a taste, might as well enjoy it while you can, love “, he said with a cheeky smile and ordered a few shots. “Look I’m going to be honest with you, it’s a real pleasure to be working with you guys. I hope we can get along without playing any sick games of yours, Taylor. “ “Feisty, I’m intimidated “, he shot you a wink.

 You rolled your eyes and downed the first shot, then the second, third, fourth, until you lost count.

[askmyboys]

OC Descriptions!

Iver, Flynn, Finn, and Boop are the main four who’ll supposedly run this blog, however that doesn’t mean the rest in this list aren’t available for questioning!

Btw- some of these descriptions are old and I am too fuckin lazy to fix some of them, so basically a summary of most my characters: Some are bitchy, a bit narcissistic, a huge asshole, tol, monstrous, some are monstrous but very kind soft n sweet

Name: Warroch | Species: Giant | | Height: 120ft | | Age: N/A |  Gender: Male | Eye Color: Sapphire | Hair Color: Dirty Blonde | Goatee style/color: Dirty Blonde (Extended Goatee) | Appearance: Blue jeans and plain t-shirts, he's not a picky person with clothing. Of course he has pointy elf-like ears too. He also has vampire-esque fangs that seem very sharp and absolutely deadly. | Personality: Grouchy, grumbly, scruffy, etc. Honestly, its obvious who Iver takes after the most, sure Iver does have some traits from his mother too but he took after his father the most. The big grouch looks absolutely intimidating upon first meeting, which wouldn't be surprising considering what he did in the past (I'll get to that in side facts) he's actually just like a grumbly old giant now who wouldn't really harm anyone or destroy anything. | Side facts: Now, what I meant by the whole something he did in his past, he wasn't always just a relaxed and friendly giant, he used to be feared and ''respected'' which he still is of course, but... He doesn't do anything like he used to, he used to stomp around villages, snatching tinies up, devouring them, destroying they're homes, the entire villages they lived in. He was no protector, that was for sure... However, overtime he had met a woman named Rose, she was the only one that ever caught his eye... And she actually managed to tame the ornery brute believe it or not, but there will be more about Rose when I get to her side facts. Name: Rose | Species: Giantess | Gender: Female | Height: 115ft | Age: N/A | Eye Color: Forest Green | Hair Color: Light brown | Appearance: Light blue dress, she surprisingly has no fangs, she also has pointy elf-like ears as well (shh, pointy ears are best ears okay?) | Personality: Kind, sweet, nice, overall motherly. She is surprisingly one of the nicest and kindest giantesses you could ever meet, she has never harmed a fly, literally, she found a fly once and just let it go, it seems surprising that someone like Warroch would get together with her. | Side Facts: Yep, she's with one of the most feared giants in all the lands, she was the only one he ever loved, the only one he set eyes on, but of course... She didn't like the fact he destroyed the lands, so she tried to get him to change his ways... To stop harming innocent people, and destroying they're lands. He reluctantly agreed, it was for her... He'd do anything for Rose, even if it meant stopping his daily rampages, he loved her too much so he decided to try and change, of course the damage was already done with everyone... Everyone feared him, and that would never change but... At least he did, at least he's not rampaging anymore. Name: Boop | Gender: Male | Age 27 | Hair color: Brown | Eye color: Yellow and Blue | Model 2 | Version 2.0 | Company: Boop Inc. | Personality: Aggressive, he is an aggressive robot that does NOT like being used, he doesn’t care about what you want, he feels as though he’s just a toy, just another piece of machinery, he hates humanity for inventing him, he never asked to be created. He was a failed project due to him failing one of the most important rules, never harm a human, they pushed him aside, threw him away like scrap metal so he holds a grudge against his creators and remains elusive, if they find him they will destroy him, he had escaped after ‘The Incident’ and he never returned to that awful place since. | Objectives: {Primary} Search engine, which means he has to search up whatever the user wants, he can do many tasks and also can provide entertainment if needed. {Secondary} Revenge. Revenge against the company that created him, he wants to destroy them, every single one of them. (about Boop, he's mostly chill around people who aren't of his or a company or anything of the sort, he doesn't necessarily trust random humans right off the bat but if your kind to him then, most likely he won't just up and attack you) Name: Iver | Species: Giant | Gender: Male | Age: 30 | Height: 116 ft | Hair color: Dark brown | Eye color: Forest Green | Clothing: He usually wears plain t-shirts with some black pants | Facial hair: A goatee (Chin Puff style) |  Personality: Oddly sweet for a giant, he wouldn’t ever harm a tiny with malicious intent/on purpose, he has a tiny pal himself, (well ahem, pals~) he’s very overprotective of his tiny/tinies so be prepared to be scooped up by him if he feels there’s a threat around. He tries to act tough most of the time, but normally when he acts tough it winds up scaring his tiny friends and he immediately feels bad and tries to calm them down by any means. (he's changed a lot since this bio, he is sweet and has no malicious intent but he's ornery, sometimes a bit of a dick, and a t e a s e) | Side facts: His ears are pointed with some piercings in them, he has rows of razor bladed teeth which boosts his intimidation factor when he smiles, he uses his common sense/rationality more than his instincts which makes him quite reasonable.

True Name: Demetrius | Name he usually goes by: Flynn | Gender: Male | Age: N/A | Species/Race: Demon | Occupation: Unknown | Height: 20ft | Eye Color: His pupils are Red (the white's of his eyes are black however) | Appearance: His skin is red with brown fur that covers his chest, arms, and legs entirely (the only bits uncovered are his face, his stomach, and his tail which only has brown fur on the tip, that way you can see his skin color, the only hair/fur on his face is that of a goatee, the hair atop his head is extremely messy) He has hooves for feet like most demon entities and of course horns that are in the shape of a Indian Buffalo's, he also has razor sharp claws and teeth as well | Personality: Evil, cruel, and somewhat manipulative, he more so prefers to terrorize and traumatize humans rather than manipulate them into making deals with him or whatever it is most demons do, not to say he CAN'T be manipulative at all he just doesn't prefer to be, he does get annoyed with how very fragile human minds and bodies can be however, if he's in the middle of a game and they die or break completely, it just ruins the fun to him, sure that is his end goal 9 times outta 10 but dying or breaking in the MIDDLE of a game? Now that's just rude! | Side Facts: If you summon him, there is a 50% chance you will die in the end or break completely down, there are rare occasions he'll feel lazy and just pester and annoy the absolute hell out of you, that could prove to be worser than death itself in all honesty, this demon has a bit of a sweet tooth, now... He might be cruel and evil, but uh, sometimes his sweet tooth can get in the way of a game, maybe if your lucky he'd make a deal with ya involving that in some way. ...Be advised however, not only does the demon have a sweet tooth for actual sweets, but perhaps he has a bit of a sweet tooth for humans as well, he may wind up taking a chunk out of you if he gets hungry enough, its not TECHNICALLY cannibalism if he's a demon and your a human after all... 

Name: Finn | Gender: Male | Species/Race: Satyr | Age: ??? | Occupation: Supposed guardian of the forest, he guards the elders and the younglings (sometimes the occasional animal as well) | Height: 8ft | Appearance: His fur is black, he has fur covering almost all of his body except for the front of his arms and his face (the only fur on his face is on his chin which acts mostly as a beard, and his head which acts as hair) the skin he has that shows along his arms and face are both a pale grey color, along with his tail which is pale grey up until the tip which has more black fur on it, his horns are in the shape of a Kudu's and the claws extending from his hands also have a black coloring to them, he also has long pointed ears similar to an elf's. All of his teeth are also razor sharp, I can't help myself- the sharper the teeth the better, fangs are a bit overrated, give ya demons and other variations of beings- make ALL their teeth sharp | Eye Color: Forest Green (one of his eyes has a long scar over it, however it appears he can still see fine out of it) Personality: Cold but only when it comes to humans, he can be very cruel to humans, its mostly because the pain they have caused him and the scar(s) they gave him, both mentally and physically, he remembered the humans used to be so kind to him and his family, however something changed one day and suddenly, the humans decided it was time to end most of their kind, he watched as they killed and captured his family and friends, he had tried fighting back at one point however one of the humans lifted up their weapon and slashed at him (hence how he got the scar on his eye) He isn't very open about his past, not even to the other satyr's, only one of the elder's know about his past however they swore to him they wouldn't tell another soul, he isn't evil or at least he doesn't think so, he just doesn't trust humans and would prefer to kill any he comes across, he doesn't think they can be reasoned with, nor can they show kindness, not to a creature such as himself... And he won't risk it, he won't risk letting any more of his kind get hurt or worse. Side Facts: He patrols the entirety of the forest, it might take him hours but either way, he WILL make sure that NO humans enters these parts, he has put up a warning sign however that doesn't seem to stop some humans from coming through here, mostly hunters of course, even then, maybe they'll think twice about ignoring signs that say danger on them next time, if there even is a next time for them (spoiler, most likely their won't) He actually gets along very well with his own kind, the kids seem to love making flower crowns for him which he happily wears of course, he is actually the tallest of his kind even compared to some of the elders, the kids seem to love his height however, they try to climb on him most of them time which doesn't bother him much, he's got enough strength to hold them all up anyways, the kids know nothing of his hatred for humans, neither do the elders, if the elders knew, they would probably try to make him make peace with said humans ...Like hell he would e v e r trust another human again...

   Name: Zippy | Species/Race: Unknown | Gender: Male | Occupation: Jester | Age: ??? | Eye Color: (since I'm bad at explaining this, picture a Jester's makeup around the eyes but as their ACTUAL eyes, in a plus-like symbol, somethin like that) he has purple pupils in the middle | Height: 4in | Appearance: Wears a purple and green Jester's outfit along with the typical fool's hat, (underneath said hat are some horns), and his body is a plum color (along with the horns which is also plum colored), he also has a tail with the shape of a heart at the end of it (it is the same color as his body) | Personality: Sweet, a bit shy at times, but caring nonetheless... No harm, no foul, no dirty tricks from this kind little jester, he does love to play games however and entertain people as much as he can! He is extremely fast and claims to be the best at a game of tag, or 'chase', and especially hide and seek. He still loves his brother, even if his brother is a troublemaker and loves to cause people misfortune, and terrorize them, he wishes he could get the other jester to stop but he knows that's hopeless, so he'll just have to take over whenever someone comes and visits! | Side Facts: Zippy's name isn't just random coincidence, he has that name because of his speed, he rarely gets tired so if your going to play any games with him you had better have good stamina to keep up with this tiny but fast jester! His brother has and never WILL be mean to him, in fact- Zippy and Zeppy get along amazingly well, if anyone tries to hurt Zippy, his big brother will take care of them in a hurry, even if Zippy tries to talk him out of it. Zippy is a softie at heart, he could never hurt anyone, even if they hurt him or worse... He doesn't like hurting people unlike his brother who would honestly just do it for fun if he would allow it, however... Don't think Zippy is a pushover because of this, hurt his family, his friends, and his brother especially then you are in for one hell of a time, he doesn't like to fight, so if its possible... He will simply try to talk his way out of things, fighting is an absolute last resort. ------------------------ Name: Zeppy | Species/Race: Unknown | Gender: Male | Age: ??? | Occupation: Jester | Eye Color: He has the same eye pattern as Zippy, except his pupils are red instead of purple | Height: 7in | Appearance: Black and Red Jester's outfit, same goes for his hat except of course the bells on it, his skin is rather bloody red, same for the horns underneath his hat (which are a bit longer than his brother's), he has a normal-looking demon tail, with a shape of the very typical spear at the end (his tail is also the same color as his body) | Personality: He is definitely not as kind as his brother, the games he plays could be life-threatening even! ...For you that is, he's definitely the trickster time and it is wise you don't turn your back on him nor ever trust him, he absolutely loves to terrorize people and doesn't much get along with any humans or any other species really, the only one he truly cares about is his brother, sure, he has other family but his brother is more important than they are if the truth was told... Don't expect him to show you the same kindness and mercy as his brother does, even if you haven't even done anything wrong. | Side Facts: He does care for his brother immensely, he doesn't like it however with his brother befriending just EVERYBODY, he's afraid deep down... Afraid his brother will get hurt in some way if he 'befriends' the wrong type of person, he just wants to look out for him. Whenever he tries to play any of his games with well, virtually anybody, his brother always scolds and nags him about how his version of games are too dangerous, and he'll also scold him for scaring people, etc. So he of course tries not to play any games, or do anything too serious in front of Zippy.

Name: Oliver | Nicknames: Oli/Olive | Gender: Male | Height: 35ft | Species: ??? | Age: ??? | Eye(s) colors: From black to white, he has many eyes of many colors | Fur color: Black | Horn color: Dark red | Tail color: Dark green (devil-style) | Appearance: He has eyes all over his body, he has razor sharp teeth and claws as sharp as knives, a devil-style tail that looks like it could cut, and horns that look like they could cut through steel. | Personality: Despite looking purely like a demon spawn from the fiery pits of hell or a creature from your deepest darkest nightmares, he’s actually peaceful and docile. He doesn’t wanna harm anyone really, he just wants to make friends but its hard due to his appearance, the best thing to do is never piss him off or else your asking for trouble. | Side notes: No one knows what he exactly is, some say he’s a creature that comes to you in your nightmares but not to do harm. Others say he came from hell itself and that he is Satan, but the logical ones rationalize it and say he was an experiment that went horribly, horribly wrong. And, the logical ones would be correct. Experiment 05 was his “name” the scientists had deemed him, it was believed he had used to be human but… something happened one day, one of the scientists had scared the man, the man had thought they were going to cut into him, or stick him with a needle, something horrible, so he began panicking and swinging around violently. But, that was his mistake, he had ran into a shelf and tipped over all of its contents onto him. That is what had mutated him into this hellish beast you see now, that’s why he flees whenever he sees sharp objects (like knives, scalpels, etc) or needles, or even scientists in general. (( Well, correction, he flees when he sees MOST scientists, however he knows Artemis’s scent and is perfectly fine around him ))

(Boop’s has “brothers” btw- they would be just named after colors, there’s Red, Green, Purple, Black, (Boop himself is really yellow) annd a secret one known as Blue, not much to their bios and its old so I dont wanna show)

(Revi who you most likely won’t see bc god forbid that happens, he’s a really mean ornery boyo- I wont give his description bc it needs some tweaking, but all you need to know is he IS apart of Iver in a way, like a mirrored version of him, his eyes are a darker green, his hair would be black, and his voice much deeper)

Name: Kaijin | Species: Giant Troll | Gender: Male | Age: N/A | Height: 120ft | Fur color/Hair color: Dark brown | Eye color: Black sclera' with blue slit pupils | Appearance: His whole body is practically covered in dark brown fur, the top of his head has fur that acts as hair upon it, it is very messy due to how much he sleeps, he has two brown horns atop his head in the style of a Bighorn Ram's, he has claws as sharp as knives so be careful, teeth as sharp as scissors, and pawed feet that also have sharp claws adorning them, he also has a big fluffy and bushy tail. | Personality: Overall a real sweetheart, he loves to cuddle so you have been warned, he wouldn’t harm a fly let alone any humans, unless of course you mess with his food then he gets extremely grouchy. He also hates mornings so its best to let him sleep or your dealing with a very grouchy and upset troll, he can be very playful at times as well, but he knows to be careful with tiny humans, not that any really approach him, I mean… Wouldn’t you be scared of a giant troll at first sight? He’s a chubby baby who loves cuddles, playful fun and a whole lotta food. | Side facts: He got that cute chub tum, his teeth and claws however up his intimidation factor unintentionally, his eyes seem as though they can practically pierce the soul, he can tell when something’s wrong with someone so he’ll do his best to try and cheer them up. He also has big floofy and pointed ears and loves if you scratch or pet them, pulling them would result in an angery bby however.

Name: Rum | Nicknames: Rummy/Rummers/Rum-a-dum/Satan’s little helper (call him any of those and your as good as dead) | Gender: Male | Species: Demon/Shapeshifter | Height: (He can change his size if he wants honestly but his 'natural height’ is) 7'0 | Age: ??? | Eye color: Black Sclera', Grey-ish white pupils | Fur/Hair color: Black | Tail Style/Color: Devil style, Dark Grey | Horn Style/Color: Dirty Grey, Ram Style. | Appearance: (In his true form aka his demon form) He has fur on his belly, back, arms, and legs. He doesn’t wear clothes while in this form as he really doesn’t have anything that needs covered up in his true form. He also has razor sharp shark-like teeth along with black claws that can easily shred flesh in an instant. Personality: He can be mysterious with his words, you never know if his intentions are good or bad until its too late, he never reveals them until he’s finished messing with you, he treats things like a game when it comes to humans, interactions with them, its like one big game to him, he wants to find whatever way he can to fuck with them. He is very mischievous, he often gets himself and others into trouble because of his reckless actions, its not like he cares though, he’ll just be sitting there cackling after all is said and done. Side facts: He can be sarcastic, a bit of an asshole at times, other times unusually casual, calm and collected, however if you piss him off you are in for one HELL of a time, he can shapeshift into your worst nightmare, he can make your life an absolute living hell. He can be rather… manipulative in a way, if he wants something bad enough he’d do whatever it took to get it. He also has a large pitchfork he often carries around with him, if anyone saw him he’d say its for 'cosplay’ purposes most likely. (yes, cosplay purposes are a good excuse- I mean- to be fair its believable and more realistic, truth be told he's been updated personality wise too, he's a fucking assholes who'll torment you to ungodly ends) Name: Oconos | Species: Merman | Gender: Male (I know its obvious ^^’) | Height: 130ft long | Hair color: Aqua blue | Appearence: The lower half of his body is of course, like a fish tail, he has some fins almost like a shark, and the color of his lower half is blue mixed with teal, his upper half is completely human, he is pale (as fuck boyo), he has a beard (ducktail style: Yes I did look up references to beards/goatees haha) and he has really sharp and pointy fangs. | Personality: He is honestly the biggest sweetheart, sure he may appear terrifying due to how gigantic he is but he would never ever harm anyone, he loves humans a lot actually, he’s absolutely fascinated by them, but of course most are scared of him so he tries keeping his distance as to not spook the lil fellas. Although he may be a sweetheart and a kind spirit, but if you so much as dare to harm him or one of his friends then he will have no trouble with getting rid of you, sure he doesn’t care for killing in the slightest but he will do what he must to protect himself and his friends. | Side facts: He’s almost like a shark when he goes out to hunt for food, despite being so large he moves pretty fast and is very agile, sometimes he might stick his shark fin up as he’s swimming just to scare people for a moment, its all in good fun of course, no harm will be done. (maybe some more facts will be added later on) Name: Fritz | Gender: Male | Species: Drider | Age: ??? | Height: 4 inches | Hair color: Orange | Eye color: Red | Appearance His upper body is all human while his lower body is all spider, hence the whole half-spider half-human hybrid thing. He is actually a Redback spider, his colors being black with a red patch going down his back. | Personality: Despite being one of the most deadly spiders around, he is actually usually a pacifist, he is absolutely terrified of humans and is worried if they catch him they'll stomp on him, tear his legs off, etc. He had heard stories from his parents about humans, and what he heard made him never want to get around one... He is shy and timid anyways, so he does have a hard time approaching others, he doesn't like to kill prey either but he has to eat so even if he kills an insect or something its just 'I'm t-terribly... sor....s-so...sorry Mr/Mrs Insect!' Overall you don't have to worry about him being aggressive and biting you randomly. | Side Facts: If you approach him even without a weapon he will most likely run at first sight, especially if your a human, he does not want to be around you at all at first, if you can prove to him you won't rip his legs off or torture him in some horrible way then maybe he'll trust you and you can be friends, however it will take him awhile to trust and he takes awhile to speak as well so you must be patient with this precious spidey boi.

Name: Patches | Nicknames: Patchy/Patch | Gender: Male | Species/Race: Ventriloquist (Puppet) | Age: N/A | Height: 6'in | Hair Color: Black | Facial Hair: Black (Goatee) | Appearance: Surprisingly his hair looks to be well kept, even if a piece could stick out its doubtful it would as slick as his hair looks, he wears overalls that have a few patches here and there (that's not why he's named Patches tho) | Personality: He's actually quite docile compared to most puppets, despite what's happened to him he doesn't seek to harm just anyone, so long as they don't attack him or anything then they'll be just fine, he can even speak on his own, he is a sentient being (despite being a form of puppet) he can walk and talk all on his own. Side Facts: Unfortunately the reason he's called Patches is because he has patches sewn onto his eyes or well where his eyes would be, they are in the form of X's on each eye and underneath his clothing, he is pretty much covered in patches it was either to hide some imperfections or just as a very cruel joke, he does loathe the one who did this to him... He will always loathe them for doing this but there isn't much he can do, now whenever he sees sewing needles or anything of the sort he pretty much just runs and hides, he's absolutely terrified of that now. While he is blind he relies on his hearing immensely, as for walking around, he tends to either feel around or he merely uses something similar to a walking stick. Name: Pitch | Gender: Male | Species/Race: Shadow Puppet | Age: N/A | Height: 4'in | Body Color: Pitch Black (aside from his eyes and mouth which are white) | Appearance: His usual appearance is just like the shadow of a small male, he does have hair that sticks out in many places (its a mess), he does have his own limbs (arms, legs, etc) and overall he looks as if he's his own being, there is two notable features about this puppet and that's his mouth and eyes... His eyes are very swirly/squiggly, surprisingly they are very white, same goes for his mouth which is usually curled up into a rather unsettling grin. | Personality: A rather cheeky lil shit, he just loves to stir up trouble wherever he goes, he absolutely loves to cause chaos and scare people, since he is a shadow puppet he'll usually shift into another form (whatever he thinks would cause the most fear) but at this point he's learned that he could scare people without doing that, its just fun to spice things up every once in awhile. There's no use in trying to get him to change or stop, he'll continue doing it as much as he pleases, he's caused so much trouble, so much fear, to his own creator even and drove them to the point of insanity. I'd watch out around this puppet, you never know when he'll strike next. Side Facts: He can't speak, the most he can do is just giggle and grin, his mood is determined by his mouth since that's honestly the only way you could ever tell he's mad or anything, usually you'll just see that cheeky lil grin plastered onto his face, only occasionally will you ever see a frown. He can communicate if you give him something to write with, while his writing is rather sloppy it is intelligible enough to read. He doesn't need to eat or drink anything (hence being a puppet) BUT if you decide to put him in your house, well its your own funeral. 

(Basically, Pitch is a cheeky lil chaotic shit, Patches is a bit more calm and reserved in a way, their bio might get a bit tweaked)

  WARNING BEFORE YOU CONTINUE, ZORANDER IS A VERY NOT SO NICE CHARACTER AND THERE IS SOME GORE IN HIS DESC, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Name: Zorander | Alias: More well known a Doctor Zorander | Species/Race: Human | Gender: Male | Occupation: Dentist/Surgeon | Appearance: He wears a normal outfit that most doctor's wear, a lab coat with some scrubs underneath, when going into surgery he changes into the surgeon attire | Hair Color: Brown  | Eye Color: Grey | Facial Hair: Circle beard | Personality: Cold, cruel, and uncaring mostly... This dentist/surgeon is DEFINITELY N O T someone you want to operate on you or even be near, just know if you have him as your dentist and or surgeon, you are severely screwed. He has a fascination with teeth, flesh, and organs, and is admittedly a perfectionist when it comes to his 'work', nothing less than perfection will be tolerated when it comes to this man, he is actually very calm however when messing up a 'surgery' and or any dental work it can make him angry to ungodly amounts, other than that he is usually a calm man. | Side Facts: He surprisingly has little trouble when it comes to hiding his 'work' after its done... He's been doing this so long, honestly he has forgot the very reason for doing ANY of this in the first place. He is absolutely fascinated with teeth, flesh, organs and all of that, he has rows of jars with teeth in them on his shelves, some organs here and there as well but he cares more about the teeth he collects than any of it, he also tends to even eat some of the flesh and organs he gets from his vic- patients, its not often he eats a bit of them but sometimes he just can't help himself, there's always that one patient out there who not only has nice teeth but also has a rather intoxicating smell as well... He also tries to prolong the patient's life for as long as possible, he doesn't want them to die quickly, he takes pride in making them suffer, making sure they feel e v e r y incision he makes or every tooth he rips out, he has on occasion, given a patient or two some novocaine, that sounds somewhat generous but to those patients? Not really. He can also get a bit irritated when people pronounce his name wrong, he merely tries to shrug it off though, after all his name isn't common at all.

Name: ??? | Alias: Too many to keep track of, if only he could remember his true name | Gender: Male | Height: 6'9ft | Species/Race: Human | Occupation: Doctor/Surgeon | Hair Color: Black | Facial Hair: Stubble | Appearance: Typical doctor's appearance, the coat, the scrubs, etc- he does have a little pin on his coat that has a large smiley face on it. | Personality: He just seems overly happy at first glance but do not be fooled by his happy demeanor nor his positive attitude, once you get to know him... The madness deep down is unleashed, he wants you to be hap-hap-happy just like him!~ This doctor is completely out of his mind, he was never always like this... In fact he used to be normal, in his right mind even, he's always overexcited, overly happy, and overly positive, especially if he gets a new patient to play with~! ...Er... I mean operate on of course... | Side Facts: I mean what I say when he wants you to be hap-hap-happy like him... he WILL force you to be happy, whether it means sewing your lips into a smile, carving a smile into them, etc or even going as far as trying to create some form of happy pills, r e a l happy pills (kinda like joy in a way? I got a bit inspired by We Happy Few tbh), he's always excited to do some surgery or just even getting a patient in general! He's so far gone however that he doesn't even remember his own name at this point, he's went by so many names as of now... And to be honest, he thinks he's making his patients happy, he thinks he's doing good, he sees things differently from most... His vision would show him a much more happier person but in actuality, they aren't happy... They are terrified, crying, screaming, etc. He would prefer not to remember his past anyways, it wasn't the best one at all... So why worry and dwell on such? He shouldn't~! You'll never see this man cry or frown, if you do then you know something is horribly wrong... However, his vision might be different, he can still tell when your angry, frowning, etc- anything of that sort? Oh no no! That won't do haha! He must fix this problem... Let's turn that frown of yours upside down shall we?~! (I tried my best with this description?)

[one-deranged-son]

Wormholes to Another World

Originally posted in February 2nd, 2020

Retrieved on December 31st, 2020

Written by Gossamere as John and Froggy as Ian Nashton.

Warning:

This plot is rated explicit for language, description of violence, religious symbolism, gun, blood, and mentions of rape and age gap relationships. Dead dove: do not eat. Reader discretion is heavily advised.

Ian Nashton

"Dad! Come on, let's go inside!"

It was a Saturday morning, but that didn't stop a hyperactive, sugar-fueled Jansen from running about excitedly as soon as the car was parked.

Two days ago was his tenth birthday, and their parents had promised to take him to the museum on the weekends.

Now, Ian wasn't a big fan of history as a subject in high school (because they never teach the interesting stuff, some things tend to be omitted). 

He did, however, love going to museums for the artifacts and not to mention, museums are so full of interesting information, ready for him to absorb.

Even if he wouldn't get the chance to use them at school.

Their parents chose the Royal Ontario Museum, because it had a wide variety of exhibits, basically, something for everyone.

Jansen was 'armed' with an instant camera which he hung around his neck with a strap. He was most excited about the dinosaur exhibits.    He also had with him a notebook and a pen—in case he wanted to write something down. 

Jansen was dressed like a mini Einstein, complete with the patterned sweater. Ian, on the other hand, was dressed in black and grey.

The Nashtons often drove past the futuristic-looking building, but they have only visited the museum once ever since they moved to Toronto. 

Both parents were often too busy with work, while the brothers had school and other extracurricular activities.

"Musée royal de l'Ontario." Ian muttered to himself as he read the sign just outside the museum—he wanted to practice his French pronunciation.

Whilst their father purchased tickets, Jansen's eyes caught sight of a dinosaur fossil display in the main lobby. His mouth gaped in awe as he looked up at the display. He impatiently tugged at Ian's jacket sleeve because he knew he shouldn't go alone to see it up close—luckily, Ian obliged and went along with his younger brother.

Whilst Jansen took a photo of the display (he had to sit on the floor and aim his camera up), Ian read the information board.

"Futalognkosaurus dukei…?" Ian read out with uncertainty, "I think I pronounced that wrong. Hm… discovered in Argentina… that's neat."

Once the developed photo has come out, Jansen wrote the name of the dinosaur on the bottom corner and some brief information on the back. 

"You know, I can take a photo of the information board for you. Dad gave me his camera." Ian offered.

Jansen shook his head with a slight smile, "I'm good! I think I like writing it down."

"Alright, suit yourself, man."

The brothers returned to their parents when they heard their mother call for them. Jansen and Ian were given a map each.

"You two can go anywhere you want, but make sure to stick with each other so we can call you if We need to." Their father explained. "Here, take my phone."

"Don't let him out of your sight, be careful of strangers." Their mother added.

Ian took his father's phone and placed it safely in his other pocket. He then gave an understanding nod and a salute. "Will do! You two can count on me."

Needless to say, Jansen was overjoyed to have been given such permissions, and he energetically walked to where the stairs were.

"Oi! Wait up!" Ian exclaimed as he tried to catch up with the younger boy. "Mom said I can't get you out of my sight. Anyways, where are we going first?"

Jansen points to the second floor of the museum, where the animals—including the dinosaurs—were.

"Oh, right, yeah. Let's go!" Ian puts his arms around his younger brother's shoulder as they went up the stairs. Ian actually wanted to go to the third floor to see the ancient Egypt exhibit first, but he lets his brother lead the way for now.

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John

Five years ago, the young man visited the same place.

However, the genuine euphoria he experienced when he first stepped into the museum no longer fulfills his heart. Instead, with every step he took, it feels like a knife is being stabbed to his heart.

Jesus Christ, he feels his heartbeat spiking as shallow breaths begin to come out from his throat. A week ago when he revisited the museum, he was so sure that he's going to execute the plan. But now he can't help but lock himself in the stall, throwing his breakfast into the toilet when the realization finally hit him. 

He's going to kill a man. 

"Oh my God—" 

He throws up again. Fingers clenching as he continuously pants out of breath. He doesn't know what he's thinking and he feels like shit for trying to think that he can do it alone! Countless ideas had passed through his mind before he ended up like a sick boy in this goddamn empty toilet, and now he thinks that maybe he should've stayed in a church and become some priest instead of doing... this! 

‘You've gotta be kidding me, kid. I know I train you into some super-soldier, but I ain't letting you handle MY job. When this shit is done, Paul is gonna drop your ass into college, and then you can find yourself some pussies to hump—or probably dicks to ride. Dunno. You kind of giving me that aura to be a potential twink.’ 

He used to scoff at the idea, especially with the twink part, but now when he finally decides to do this Revelator shit alone, he feels like his old man was right. Even after repeatedly reading the plan and studying his target from the worn journal he managed to retrieve, he really still didn't know what it took. 

"Come on, get a hold of yourself." He slapped his cheeks when he finally calmed down for his high. With trembling legs, he straightens his posture. Isaiah—shit—John walked out of the stall and reached out to the door. He's going to do this shit even though it means blowing up some precious dinosaur fossils. He's going to do this for the sake of the late John fucking Monsoon.

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Ian Nashton

When they reached the second floor, leapt away from Ian's grasp and began to marvel at all the displays. One of the first ones they saw was a large Barosaurus. 

Ian figured that it must have been around 27 meters, at least. Though Jansen skipped that display in favour of the T. rex fossil.

Just like a loose cannon.

Poor Ian was a little overwhelmed with trying to keep up with his younger brother, how can someone have that much energy? He wasn't sure. 

"Can you slow down, you dork?" Ian said, a little exasperated.

"If you walk like that during his time, you'd have been eaten by now." Jansen retorted whilst he gestured at the T. rex fossil with his thumb. 

Alright, fair game. Though Ian still rolled his eyes and smacked his brother upside the head lightly. "Nerd."

Jansen responded by sticking his tongue out at Ian; the latter ignored it. 

Ian looked at the map again and the 'Bat Cave' exhibit intrigued him. Firstly, he was a fan of comic books, and secondly, he thought bats on their own were cool. 

"Hey, when you're done with this area, let's go to the Bat Cave." 

Jansen nodded in silent agreement as he was busy writing something down at the back of his newly acquired photo of the T. rex. Ian squints to try and get a better look at what his brother was trying to do, and he saw a squiggly attempt of a T. rex chasing… somebody. 

Perhaps it was a recreation of a scene from Jurassic Park. Who the hell knows?

Ian began to walk around the exhibit, snapping photos every now and then with his father's digital camera.

"Holy crap…" his eyes were fixated on the Quetzalcoatlus fossil hanging from the ceiling. Now it was his turn to have his mouth agape.

"Quetzalcoatlus northropi, wingspan of about 11 meters—possibly a bit more. Wow… I would so not want to live in the same era as these guys. Yikes, talk about terrifying." Ian muttered to himself, it was a habit. 

The thing he was looking at was almost as tall as a giraffe! And it could fly! If it existed alongside humans, could it have hunted them? Ian grimaced at the thought.

He felt a distinctive tug on his jacket sleeve, it was Jansen.

"I need to go to the toilet."

Technically, Jansen could go by himself, but Ian thought he should come along—because he promised to their mom that he won't let Jansen get out of his sight. 

"Alright. Come on, I'll take you."

Ian led the way to the toilet with Jansen following right behind him. Ian pushed the door open with such force that he… seemed to have hit someone right on the face.

"Oh—oh my god, I am… so sorry!"

Jansen grimaced at the scene and slid past his brother and the stranger—straight into the stall.

Even at a young age, Ian Nashton had an eye for detail, and he noticed that the stranger he just hit with the door had been vomiting beforehand (didn't do a very good job at wiping his face off, perhaps he was in a hurry). 

"A-are you okay? God, I'm so sorry."

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John

As he was busy trying to reach for the handle, John (he's still not used to that name) was so caught up with his thoughts that he didn't realize when the door suddenly open and slammed straight into his fucking face. Instantly, he fell ass first 'cause his legs still feel like jelly and his head hurts like hell.

"Ouch-" he whined, rubbing his nose before wiping the edge of his lips when he realized that there was actually a stain of his vomit there. John hoped that the stranger didn't notice it. That would be super awkward.

When he looked up, his eyes caught the sight of two people. A lanky boy with glasses and a plain T-shirt, and a shorter one with scruffy hair, whose clothes look like was straight off imposing as Einstein or someone. Who knows.

Anyway, the shorter one slipped past through him without much care, so John could easily conclude that the one responsible for the situation he's in was the apologetic male. His face was masked in genuine worry and now John's heart ached because this dude is a good man. He didn't actually know him, but John got a hunch about it and now he can help but to cringe at himself because his plan would probably kill this man.

"Shit," John muttered. 

He abruptly stood up and walked past the man. He didn't even say anything in response.

He just wanna get this over with.

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Ian

The stranger looked like he was just a few years older than himself. He had short hair, and a hoodie that looked to be two sizes way too big. 

Not going to lie, Ian's first thoughts were that the stranger looked like a stereotypical loner or emo boy from those high school movies.

In those short few seconds of observing his face, Ian noticed the worried—no, anxious—expression on the other boy's face.

Perhaps he was vomiting due to anxiousness? Ian guessed so, but before he could ask again—if the stranger was okay—he went away.

"Jansen? I'll be outside—I'm uh… gonna apologize to that guy I just hit."

Ian Nashton made a split-second decision, and that was to go after the poor boy. The bathroom door shuts before Ian could hear his brother's response.

Ian caught up with the other boy—thanks to his (ridiculously) lanky legs and matched his pace with the other.

"Hey man—I'm sorry for hitting you with the goddamn door. Uh… were you… okay? Back there? I couldn't help but notice you had some…thing on your face."

He wanted him to notice the vomit stains, but he wasn't sure if it would be too weird or not.

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John

John was so sure that he would get away this time, but what are the odds? Guess having long legs has its perks, because John was so confident of his speed walking skill, but the peculiar boy stopped his step. 

John almost tumbles backwards and falls on his ass—again. Thank God for his dad's ruthless training, though, now his reflexes are doing a spectacular job.

John takes a step backward. At this point he really, REALLY wanted to run away through the other side, but when he noticed the Einstein rip-off coming out from the toilet, John didn't.

So instead, his eyes flickered to the boy. A frown across his face.

What the fuck?

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Ian

The way the boy moved about in the museum made Ian think that he was hiding from someone—that could explain the hoodie and the panicky tone the latter was speaking in.

"I—? Wanted to make sure you were okay? Because it looked like it hurt. And I didn't mean blood, okay? I meant—I noticed some vomit stains on your face." 

Ian shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged, looking like this was his opportunity to flex. He heard the bathroom door open again, and out came his brother. 

The moment Ian turned to glance at his brother, he heard fast footsteps walking away from him. 

Another split second decision, he gestured for Jansen to follow him—slowly—as he followed the strange boy.

Truth be told, in the other boy's eyes, Ian must be equally as strange.

"Wait! Just—wait." He now stopped in front of the boy. And so, begins his speech at the speed of light voice.

He wanted to make his point known—and to show off, for some odd reason.

"Like I said, I noticed that you had vomit stains around your mouth, though you didn't bother to wash it off before leaving which makes me think you were in a rush."

'You didn't even wash your hands, they're dry as bones' was what he wanted to add, but Ian refrained from doing so.

"Now, I doubt it was food poisoning because your body language and stammering suggests otherwise. I also noticed the staggered walks and you being unsteady on your feet, it's as if you've been running a marathon.

Was it nerves? Perhaps. Fear? Most likely. You see, the sclera—the whites of the eyes—often show more when someone is in fear.

Speaking of eyes, your eyes also seem to dart from one security camera to another—as if you're paranoid about something.

Conclusion? I think you're running away from someone. Or, you have been."

Ian let out a deep sigh after he was done with that monologue, he only took breaths whenever a sentence ended.

Jansen, who was within earshot of the conversation only shook his head and muttered to himself, "Oh boy."

"You telling me about the museum being crowded also seem to support my theory—I mean… it's a Saturday! Of course it'll be crowded, I'm not worried about it." 

Ian let out a sheepish chuckle, as if he hadn't just gone all Sherlock Holmes with the other boy. However, it seems that Ian was self-aware

That, and he noticed that a few grown-ups were giving them strange looks as they passed by. 

It be like that when you only hear fragments of conversations.

"Sorry—I uh… I'm a guy that notices everything."

Everything except social cues, apparently. 

Jansen huffed and puffed his cheeks in annoyance, he felt that Ian was being weird AND keeping him away from the Bat Cave—which was something he really wanted to see.

The younger Nashton approached John with a friendly and apologetic smile, "I'm sorry about my brother and his idiosyncrasies, he likes to show off."

Ian sputtered and scoffed defensively, "I do not!" That was an obvious lie. "Do you even know what that word means?"

The young boy nodded confidently, "Idiosyncrasy, noun. A mode of behavior peculiar to an individual. Example: one of Ian's little idiosyncrasies is that he likes to observe people to the point where it's borderline creepy."

Despite his somewhat squeaky voice, Jansen spoke as if he was already a university student. It was obvious that he was an avid reader who loved to read things that are way above his reading level.

The younger boy then took off—possibly headed for the Bat Cave. Either way, he provided the definition of 'borderline', too. In case Ian questioned him again about what it meant.

The split second decision that Ian made now was to chase after his brother, but not before he looked back at the stranger. Whom he gave an awkward wave to.

"Uh—bye! I'm sorry for the door!" Then he proceeds to run after his younger brother.

"JANSEN SLOW DOWN, DAMN IT! YOU'RE GOING TO BUMP INTO SOMEONE OR SOMETHING."

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John

"Like I said, I noticed that you had vomit stains around your mouth," the boy begins to blabber. John doesn't really know what to expect; his mind is filled with a lot of question marks. "though you didn't bother to wash it off before leaving which makes me think you were in a rush."

He was right. The peculiar boy was right and it was not only because John was bad at details, but it was simply because this fucking boy is good. With every explanation, John's eyes kept on widening. And when the rip-off Einstein decided to join them in the ‘wholesome’ conversation then blabber a motherfucking word that surely shouldn't be able to be said from a kid his age with the same attitude as a spelling bee judge, John's jaw dropped.

What the fuck.

John was so busy thinking about what was going on to the point he almost forgot that his main purpose in coming here. He was so stunned that he almost missed the quick 'bye' and another apology coming from the lanky boy. And John didn't even know what's happening to him since his first reflex is to grab the man by the wrist, twist him so they're staring face-to-face with John's hand steadying him so he doesn't have to suffer the same embarrassment like what John did.

As if that panic attack never happened, John's gaze was intense. Some might think that he was trying to bore holes into the man's skull with his shocking grey eyes, but no. It was the other way around.

His voice was quiet and barely inaudible as he said, "Run."

Then John let go of the grip and stormed away. His plan is already ruined and he could feel his foster parents judging him from Heaven (or Hell) because of it.

Shit. He's distracted. 

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Ian

How often does one meet children around one's age who happen to be geniuses? Not very often, apparently.

Ian hadn't gotten far when the strange boy gripped his wrist and yanked him back—as if it was a scene from a cliche TV drama or something.

This boy is definitely stronger than he looks—had he not been wearing an oversized hoodie, maybe Ian would have been able to make more deductions.

"What are you—" Ian stopped abruptly when he gazed into those eyes. He had never seen such an intense gaze come from a kid before, not even in high school bullies. For a short few seconds, Ian thought the boy would shove him away or even hit him.

Ian won't blame him, to be honest.

After what seemed to be an eternal staring competition, the strange boy said something. 

A word. Barely audible and soft, nearly drowned by the museum's ambient noise.

"Run."

Then that boy lets go of his wrist and stormed off to god knows where. 

Ian grimaced as he rubbed his wrist—for god's sake, the kid had an iron grip!

"Run from what?!" He tried to ask, but the boy kept walking away. 

This time, Ian doesn't chase after him. The boy slowly turned around and continued to walk in the other direction.

"What's with him?" Ian whispered to himself as he continued to rub his wrist. What if they bruised? How would Ian explain that to his parents?!

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John

What the hell was that? 

John cringes. He's definitely blaming the telenovelas. As John continued to storm away from the boy, he hoped to dear God that his warnings were heard. He didn’t even know why he did that, he just felt like it was the right thing to do. 

He's distracted for sure. 

Well, fuck that. John shook his head and pulled his mask up. He had already caused some ruckus and looking suspicious won't get him anywhere. So now John walks slower and watches as people walk past him, too caught up with the exhibit to the point they don't even notice him. 

Great, at least one of his back-up plans worked smoothly. 

Now John walked back to track his steps, deciding to take the stairs to the ground level and into the security room where he had gracefully hid his stuff in the ventilation. When he reached the ground floor, it was fairly empty, so John didn't hesitate to slam the door open. There were only two bros chilling in the room, five feet apart 'cause they're not gay. One of them shot an incredulous look, but before they could say anything, John aimed his gun at them. 

Their faces dropped, John smirked. 

"What's your password, dear?" John asked the man when he finished blindfolding and securing the cuffs on their wrist. He doesn't really like calling them with pet names, but his old man always does that and he's following it. With a trembling voice, one of the guys answered with his pass code . And of course John didn't waste any time and straight up opened the reminders. 

‘DIRECTOR VISIT.’

John's smirk grew wider. 

Recently he heard that his target, Scott Martin, the director of the museum, is coming over to check the place. And really, John prefers a stealth attack than a motherfucking firework show, but he's the Revelator now. He gotta be... flashy. 

(‘Kid, what's the point of doing this shit if people ain't either trembling or praising yer name?’)

He sighed. 

John places his legs on top of the table, tying the laces of his shoes, extra tight, so it won't trip him later on when he gotta run for his dear life. This is his debut and John ain't gonna mess it up. With his sufficient amount of knowledge, he wiped the security footage of the previous week, destroying the evidence of his presence from the database. 

When he's done with it, his focus reverts back to the current footage. It was still relatively empty even though it's the weekend, but what he cares the most is the very fact that in about twenty minutes, the director should have arrived and John needs to prepare himself for the worse. 

He has dual Glock 26 strapped at the sides of his thigh, an AK-103 for his main support, an M203PI launcher secured on his back, and with that much of a weapon (not to mention how he carries some hand grenades and other spare knives), John realizes how much of a hassle this Revelator job is. 

But he knows he can't back off now. 

Not today, not ever. 

John's eyes were fixed to the screen. For a short moment his mind wanders to the lanky kid and to the absurdity of their encounter. Soon he found himself biting the inside of his cheeks. There's a lot of things to think about and that kid ain’t it. 

In about nineteen minutes the director should arrive. In about thirty minutes the bomb strapped in the airways and hidden behind some exhibits should blow off. 

He gotta be ready for that shit. 

John clasped his hand. 

"In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen." 

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Ian Nashton

Just as Ian thought, his younger brother was indeed at the Bat Cave. It was a gallery of a literal bat cave, complete with realistic wax sculptures of twenty different bat species as well as some invertebrates.

The boy had his back turned to Ian, so he snuck up and placed his hands on his younger brother's shoulder in an attempt of surprising him.

"Boo!" Ian exclaimed.

Jansen was visibly startled, but he didn't scream or even make a sound. All he did to respond was to elbow the older one in the stomach.

"You're despicable." Jansen grumbled.

"Dethpicable." Ian repeated, but mimicking a certain cartoon character.

Jansen puffed his cheeks and rolled his eyes—he ignored what Ian just said. "So, where'd your new friend go?"

"Honestly? I don't know. Something weird happened, okay? He just... grabbed my wrist and yanked me backwards. Like a cliché drama scenes." It left many questions in Ian's mind. "I don't know why he did that, and I don't like not knowing."

"Forget that! Gee, what are you trying to be? Sherlock Holmes?!" Jansen's mouth formed a slight pout as he aimed his camera at the ceiling of the cave. The sculptures looked so realistic, he was sure if he didn't know any better he'd guess that they were real bats.

A beep broke the relative silence of the exhibit. It was a text message from dad which read.

'We're at the café right now, come on down if you feel hungry.'

"Hey, mom and dad's at the café, should we go down or not?" Ian showed the phone screen to his younger brother.

Immediately, Jansen shook his head. "Not hungry yet."

Ian responded with a quiet 'ok' and types a quick reply.

Out of the two brothers, Jansen was a much faster reader than Ian, so it didn't take him too long to read everything that was present about the bats—less than ten minutes, actually.

The next gallery was the birds gallery. And upon seeing a crow on display, Ian asked Jansen to take a photo of him and the crow using the digital camera. Ian posed so that he and the crow were facing each other—as if having some kind of thoughtful conversation.

This gallery had drawers that you could pull out with various species of birds on display inside.

Jansen busied himself with those, while Ian was more interested in the ones behind glass cases. Such as the 'flightless birds' display.

The cassowary always reminded Ian of the raptors from Jurassic Park. From the sharp talons, to the shape of the head and the 'expression' the specimen seemed to have.

People often say that lizards like the Komodo dragon were the closest thing humans would have to a dinosaur, but Ian would argue that birds were closer—at least when it comes to theropods.

It was a rather nice way to spend the day, roaming around the museum with minds as absorbent as a sponge. Jansen was obviously enjoying himself, and so was Ian. 

Like ripping candy from a child, the situation quickly changed when there was a sudden, deafening roar of an explosion, and before he could even process the sound, out of the corner of his eyes, the boy noticed a similar sound coming from the air vents. Followed by a fierce column of flames—like a dragon breathing fire from its mouth.

Ian instinctively leapt towards his younger brother and enveloped him in a protective embrace as more of those terrible sounds erupted. Screams from visitors soon joined. 

The side they were on should be reasonably stable enough compared to the opposite wing, but the building was an old one.

As more explosions were heard, the ground shook and some artifacts began to topple over. 

Jansen covered his ears and began to cry out of fear. Ian had the right idea to stay away from ventilation shafts in case more explosions would erupt.

He was terrified, too, but he tried to be as brave as he could for his younger brother's sake.

Immediate dangers were fires, more explosions and the building crumbling. The bulk of the explosion seemed to have come from the ground floor. 

It hasn't even been a year since the World Trade Center collapsed—was that kind of thing going to happen today, too? Were they going to die?

The brothers hugged each other tight as they sat beside a sturdy display with their backs against the wall. Both had tears running down their faces, but Ian was silent and tried his best to analyze the best solution to this situation.

As much as he wanted to keep his eyes shut, he kept them open—and saw that the ceiling threatened to give way and collapse. 

The logical thing to do was to get to the ground floor as quickly as possible—he's heard that stairwells can be one of the safest places (as they tend to be strong, structurally). But neither he nor his brother dared to even move away from their shelter. 

Other visitors on the floor either tried to find cover or run to the stairs in a panicked frenzy. 

Ian tried ringing his father, but both times, the call wasn't picked up—either his parents were already dead, or they were busy with their own survival for now. Ian hoped it was the latter. 

A light had fallen just a few meters in front of them. The noise of the impact caused more screams from other visitors, including his brother, whose sobs got louder and more frantic.

It's easy for others to say 'stay calm' in a survival guide or even a drill, but when the real thing happens, it would be hard to stay calm because the fight, flight or freeze response would kick in.

There wasn't much Ian could do right now, because even if he tried to run to the nearest stairwell, there might be a chance that the ceiling would collapse and crush him—he and Jansen were relatively safer where they are right now.

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John

Tick, tock.

John fiddles the sleeves of his shirt in agitation. His heart is thumping furiously against his

ribcage; the cold sweat begins to roll down his forehead as his eyes peers over the monitor. Two more minutes and then the director should enter the building already. Less than 15 minutes later, the bomb should go off.

He can't mess this up. 

What John didn't expect is that his target isn't taking the usual route. He didn't stroll around the exhibits, flashing that disgusting smile of his then locking himself in his office. This time, though, this time is different. He's talking to two of the visitors, but it doesn't seem like they're doing some random, casual chat. Their eyes are glimmering with excitement and delight, and soon, John finds out that the three of them—let's not forget about Martin's guard dog—are going to have lunch in level B1. 

That's where the least of his explosives are located. Probably only three of one kilogram plastic explosives strapped on the vent or the corners of the building. This doesn't go as smoothly as he planned. 

"Motherfu—" 

His words got cut off when a sudden explosion shook the ground. John's eyes widened. Siren blaring all across the hall and in his head. He glances at the clock, the bomb set off three minutes early. 

He was lucky that it wasn't exactly the main attraction, because if his old man was here, John sure he's going to get himself grounded for this carelessness. 

His eyes darted back to the monitor. Everyone was screaming and running like little ants. The T-Rex bone on level two had fallen down like cookies crumbs. John skimmed through the screen looking for Martin, and when he realizes he's running away to the main floor, John curses again. 

"What's going on?" One of the guards barked. The metal cuffs on his wrist rattled by his frantic movement. "What are you doing?!" 

Tsk. He almost forgot about them. 

"Ain't nothing happenin' around here, sweetheart," John cooed, although his face was showing obvious distress. He's glad that he blindfolded them. 

"Be good for me, will ya? Stay still." 

John wore his thermal goggles and stormed out of the room. He could see a lot of people curling away from the explosion spot, trembling and crying their eyes out while struggling to protect their precious organ from whatever will happen next. Some of them are too stunned to move while the others trip and fall while trying to go to a safer place. 

John shot his bullet to the ceiling, everyone stopped moving even though their screams just got louder.

Columns of fire had spread to the second floor as the explosion kept riling up without mercy. Glass shatters and some railings had blasted off from its place. There were four guards surrounding Scott Martin when John arrived at their floor. All of them trying to get their boss to flee from the chaotic scene. Martin, however, seemed to get himself stuck, being pulled back and forth by a hysterical woman. 

"My sons! Scott, my sons are not here!" 

"Madeleine—it's too dangerous here!" 

"I'm not leaving without them!" 

(John's muscle tensed.) 

He throws a smoke grenade at them. Receiving a loud shriek and multiple curse words from their directions. Without a second to waste, he started to aim for their legs. Empty bullets clanking to the ground as it hits his first target in the place he wants. 

"GEORGE!" 

John cringes inwardly. He seems to slip his aim. 

With the rest of the guards, John just disturbs their personal space and landed hard kicks and punches before eventually shooting their feet to immobilize them. Martin was practically blinded by the smoke, but when he saw the shadow of his own demise, he screamed. 

"Y—You! The news said you were dead!" His voice was trembling. He tried to back off only to trip his legs 'cause the body of his stunned guards. 

"Sorry for leaving ya hanging, babe," the Revelator smirked under his mask. Looming over the man who had graciously fallen down, ass first. He can't see his target's face clearly due to the lenses, but he could sense the fear masking each of his words. 

"Got myself into trouble with them FBI dogs, hope you didn't miss me that much." The Revelator squatted in front of the cowering man. He pulled the expensive tie and leaned his face closer. "Have you confessed?" 

The man was trembling, still. When the Revelator takes his goggles off to reveal his steel gray eyes, the color of his target face drained immediately. 

"W—what do you..." 

"SCOTT!" 

The Revelator stopped in his tracks. Ever so slowly, he tears his gaze off from his target into the source of the voice. The previous woman who had hysterically refused to evacuate herself is hugging what seems to be her husband. A trail of blood coming from his leg, courtesy of the bullet. 

"Oh? Are they your friends, Martin?" The Revelator's eyes were cold and intense as he continued to shoot daggers into the woman's eyes. The grip on the other's tie getting stronger and stronger. 

"Tell me, Scott, do your precious friends know about what you did in the dark?" He smirked. "Do they know about the scam you did at the auction five years ago? Do they know about how you graft the fund for this museum? Do they know your excessive lifestyle and your personal preferences on young boys?" 

The Revelator eyes flickered back to the man. He can sense his heartbeat pacing up. John rummaged his pocket. He let go of his grip and walked towards the woman. 

"Here's all of the evidence from the past five years," he said, there's a slight change of tone as he hands a piece of flash disk. The note of his voice was quiet, almost gentle. 

But before the woman could muster any protest, John's attention shifted back to his target. As the Revelator caught the sight of him trying to run away, he shot his legs in an unmistakable accuracy. 

"Alright, I guess you already know about this, and yes, ma'am, I ain't the type to make false threats. I suppose you already know what to do 'cause if you don't, damn shit, I'll fucking call heaven and earth to record this day against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing. Do the right thing and you'll live, do the wrong thing, then you'll live as well, but ain't so sure 'bout your sons tho. Ain't giving ya any clue 'bout it." 

The Revelator stood back and pulled his target by the collar away.

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Ian Nashton

The Nashton family was full of scientists. Ian and Jansen's parents were no exception, with their father being a physicist and their mother being a marine biologist. 

Their mother has published a book about lesser known sea creatures and it has brought her some taste of fame in the scientific community. As it stands, she actually intended to write more books, perhaps in conjunction with her husband.

A brilliant man, he was, but he doesn't have the patience to sit down and write a book, let alone edit it.

It was a surprise for them to have run into Scott Martin, who was an old friend of Madeleine from her time in university. Scott was beyond delighted to see the pair visiting the museum, but particularly Madeleine as he mentioned that he needed some scientific input from her for a new exhibit.

He was even so kind to invite them to lunch at the B1 café!

However, she thought the bodyguards were a little on the excessive side. Surely a museum director wouldn't need that much, right? Then again, she knew just how much Scott liked to be flashy, perhaps this was one of those times.

Her husband, George, tried to get their boys to come join them, but it seems that not even the prospects of lunch can stop their young minds from being curious.

Everything seemed fine, with Madeleine and Scott chatting away while George listened. Every now and then, he'd chime in with his bone dry humor. 

Not a single one of them would realise the tragedy that's about to befall them.

When it happened, George hadn't heard a sound that loud in ages, he also hadn't heard his wife curse so freely and colourfully in her native French tongue ever since Ian was born. He was the first to jump into action, putting a protective arm around his wife as they immediately tried to find a safer place. 

They needed to get upstairs to the main floor, otherwise the basement might as well be a cold, stony grave for them both if it gave way.

It seems that the presence of Scott's bodyguards was a convenience as they fearlessly helped the couple evacuate the basement onto the ground floor.

The serene and magnificent atmosphere they saw that morning turned into that of chaos and panic in just a few seconds after they heard the first explosions. 

Not long after they arrived at the main floor, there was a single gunshot, indicating that this was not an accidental explosion but rather, a deliberate attack. 

The gunshot only made everyone's panic increase by tenfold, especially Scott's, as he tried to drag the couple outside to safety. Madeleine stubbornly wanted to stay and look for her sons, and they had an argument. 

George was silent for most of it. While he agreed with Scott that it was too dangerous for them to stay there, he also didn't want to leave his boys behind.

Just at that moment, he felt some vibrations in his left pant pocket—he had gotten a couple of text messages, but before he could check them, his vision was obstructed by a thick cloud of smoke. He heard his wife shriek and curse again, then he heard his own scream as a sharp, searing hot pain struck his left leg.

"GEORGE!" 

Madeleine screamed as her husband slowly fell to the ground. She frantically felt around for where the wound was and when she felt the warmth of the trickling crimson liquid, she took off her scarf and wrapped it tightly around George's fresh wound to help reduce the bleeding.

"Ow, ow, ow—easy, Lena. Easy." George hissed through gritted teeth.

"I'm trying to stop you from bleeding out, dear. I should have said it will hurt a bit, I'm sorry."

The couple mainly ignored the conversation that Scott was having with the attacker, mostly because they were focusing on each other. 

Only when the attacker mentioned a confession did Madeleine turn around to face the two with a confused and horrified expression on her face.

She had heard of The Revelator on the news. She heard about the things that he's done, but more importantly about his (apparent) death not too long ago.

Yet... it seems that death couldn't keep him down, because... there he was: a mere couple of steps away from her and her husband.

Why on earth would the Revelator target a museum's director of all people? Is that why Scott had so many bodyguards with him?

"God... Scott?" Madeleine's voice was soft, almost like a whisper.

What has Scott gotten himself into?

Madeleine couldn't see the attacker's face very clearly, but from the looks of it, she figured that he couldn't have been much older than her eldest son. 

How odd, she had always imagined this figure to be an older man. Perhaps there were multiple 'Revelators' in existence, who the hell knows?

Now it was her turn to have a protective arm around her husband. She tried to return the daggers that was shot into her eyes, but only fear and confusion were present in her dark brown eyes.

The things the Revelator talked about were unknown to the Nashtons, except for Scott's expensive taste, which they thought nothing about as it was not really their business as long as the money came from an honest source.

Madeleine at first didn't believe what she heard, but a quick glance at Scott's face (the smoke had dissipated enough for her to see better), she saw what seemed to be a look of guilt. 

Personal preferences on young boys. Did he mean...?

Her thoughts quickly shifted to her two sons, and how Scott had met them both at a fair. She remembered how he would often stand close to her sons rather than to herself or her husband. Of course, at the time that seemed like nothing to be alarmed about, but with this new information, the thought of what Scott might have intended made her shudder.

When the Revelator started to walk closer, she curled away in fear while George tried to pull her closer.

"Stay back!" George barked, despite knowing that he probably couldn't do a single damn thing with a shot leg.

Puzzlingly, the Revelator didn't brandish a gun or even a knife. No, he gave Madeleine a flash disk instead.

The sudden change of tone was terrifying, naturally. It was a juxtaposition. How can someone so violent have such a gentle voice?

Madeleine observed the flash disk in her hands, not entirely sure what to do with it at that moment. Regardless, she puts it in her pocket. It looked to be a real, functioning flash disk rather than a bomb.

Both of them flinched when Scott was shot with such high accuracy. At this point, though... they were just glad it wasn't them that had gotten shot.

"I-I don't know anything about this! What do you want me to do?!" The woman screamed. She wanted to chase after them for answers, but George held her back.

"George, let go! What if he's done something to our kids?!" She began to get hysterical again, but George pulled her into a comforting hug and kissed the top of her head soothingly.

"Lena, honey. They're alive! They're on the second floor, in the bird exhibit. We could try going after them."

"Not anymore! You're hurt! I can't leave you, nor would I want to risk more injuries!" She sobbed softly into her husband's shoulder, at that moment, she didn't know what to do.

"I told them we were on the main floor. Let's hope they can make it down as fast as possible. You see that flight of stairs over there? That is very close to the bird exhibit upstairs. Their side of the building is rather sturdy. I think they'd make it." George explained as he rubbed the back of Madeleine's head soothingly.

"Shit, shit, shit." Ian hissed when he saw columns of fire that had rose to the second floor. He knew they couldn't stay here forever.

He thought he had heard another explosion from downstairs, but it sounded more like a single gunshot, followed by more screaming.

"W-we're dying h-here, aren't we?" Jansen choked out in between sobs.

Ian's stomach turned. They have had lockdown drills at school before, but nothing ever really happened at their school. Now, this? This was the real deal.

"No, we aren't." Ian's voice sounded so sure, despite his actual uncertainty.

There were more gunshots. Ian counted seven, though he could be wrong, considering that the screams of visitors were competing with the shots.

The boy glanced at the closest stairwell again, should they risk it and run? He wasn't sure.

Five minutes after he heard the first few shots, the phone in Ian's pocket buzzed. It was from his father!

"J! Mom and dad are downstairs! We should probably go down now!" Ian slowly stood up, he tried to pull Jansen up with him as well.

"B-but—" The younger boy started.

"No buts! We have to go, NOW."

Jansen reluctantly stood up and stayed close to his brother as they made a run for the stairwell. Thankfully, the only thing they had to dodge were a few pieces from the ceiling, and they hurried down the stairs.

Upon reaching the main floor, Ian saw his parents on the ground. There was a small pool of blood near his father's left leg, and upon closer look, he saw that his mother's favourite scarf was wrapped tightly around the wound.

"MOM! DAD!" The two boys screamed in near perfect unison as they ran to their parents.

"Ian! Jansen! Thank goodness you two are okay!" Madeleine's voice had cracked as she wrapped both of her sons in her arms. "Your father's been shot, we need to leave."

"I don't think I can really stand. God—it hurts to even move it." George groaned lowly.

"Mom and I will help you up, dad. Come on!"

Ian and his mother had some difficulty getting George back on his feet, but eventually, they managed to do it.

The four of them slowly walked towards the main entrance. They avoided the Queen's Park entrance because George had noticed that that side of the building was threatening to crumble.

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John

"I'll do anything you say! P—please... just let me go!"

Amidst the roaring, raging fire, the voice sounded like a mere whisper. The Revelator's steel-gray eyes were fixed to his target while his beloved Glock stayed locked to the man's motherfucking head.

"P—please..." 

"Shut the hell up," John commanded, forcing himself to sound a little bit gruffer to match his old man's voice. He might not have the exact confidence with the previous Revelator, but he now had the same impression that would turn even the fiercest man tremble.

John isn't going to waste that shit. 

Time feels like it runs so damn slow when your head is under immense pressure, and it doesn't just apply to a person who's about to be sentenced to death. Right now, John can't help but to feel his heart beating so fast 'cause this is the fucking first time he did this. Most of the time, John stays in the back line. Helping the OG Revelator wiping out some ‘obstacles’ with his sniping skill instead of coming to the front line.

"Have mercy! I have a chi—"

"I say shut the fucking hell up!" John cuts his words before his target could say anything that might make him feel weaker than he already is. A crease started to form in his forehead as he continued his words.

"When they heard these things, they held their peace, and glorified God, saying, then hath God also to the Gentiles granted repentance unto life, but then they fucking come back to square one. As if the words and prayers and those fucking promises they said are nothing but a load of crap, wherefore you fucking better abhor thy fucking self, and repent in motherfucking dust and ashes."

The Revelator dragged the man again, letting his blood trail stain the floor. Every step he takes felt like it was set on fire, burning and leaving charred marks on his feet. But even when he feels the fire licking his skin and burning the fabric of his clothes, John couldn't care less. 

The fiery mistress danced, leaped and twirled in his eyes. There's an uncanny feeling when he saw how everything turned into dust, when the piles of planks fell and set ablaze at her contact. His heart was beating so fast, John feels he's going to combust.

"You're a fucking freak! A monster! You hear me? You're going to hell for this!"

Scott Martin wailed and squirmed in his grip, but John still couldn't give a fuck about him. His eyes were mesmerized at the sight in front of him.

The world illuminated on his sight as the fire nestled in her wooden bed, hot ribbons of light sparkling and twinkling anywhere she liked. There are times when she leaped, willing to land wherever her heart's desire. The smoke rose into the ceiling as if struggling to pave its way towards heaven, the ash falling down to the ground like the first flakes of snow.

The Revelator's eyes glanced back at the man, beads of sweat had started to form on his forehead. The warm amber highlighting the anger and desperation coloring his brown irises.

There was something about doing this that he didn't know would feel this... good. As he strapped his target, ropes and tapes around his trembling body, the Revelator could feel the corner of his lips rose into a wide grin.

"Please! For God's sake, please!"

The anger had finally subdued, now replaced by tears and fear.

"You know the deal, sweetheart; the wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God." 

John took off his mask for the briefest second, revealing the smirk underneath it. "It's God's mercy if you managed to get outta here alive, but I doubt that," he whispered before planting a gentle kiss on the man's chapped lips. Grinning even wider as he saw the color across his target face drained even further.

"And let's just say that's the Devil's work if you can still manage to find prettier boys than me."

The Revelator walked away. Leaving the screaming and begging man alone on the second floor of the burning building. The museum had turned into a mortuary, or more likely, a cremation room. 

And despite the sight of splattering blood and charred bodies, John didn't feel anything. Anything but satisfaction and excitement.

Until he reached the first floor again.

"Oh, God.”

He did it. He just left a man, probably sent him to the jaw of death by doing so. He did it. He killed dozens of innocent people and even threatened a mother for this plan.

John's guts twisted and suddenly, his breakfast had managed to escape from his throat. The breath coming out of his mouth feels heavy in his lungs. As he glanced to every corner of the building, his vision slowly turned blurry. The tight sensation in his chest is threatening to kill him on spot. 

He just did that, holy fuck, he just fucking did that. 

He's a murderer. 

John pulled his mask back to cover his face. Struggling to protect himself from the ruins falling from the ceiling as he sprinted towards the front door despite the uneasiness in his stomach and the way his legs feel like it's about to give up on him.

When the blinding light finally hit his vision, John squinted his eyes. It didn't take a long time until he regained his sight and understood the situation around him. 

"Lower your weapon!" A man shouted, So John swept his vision across the land.

There are at least 12 guns pointed at him. The frantic lady he gave the flash disk is helping two kids getting into the ambulance; her husband laying on top of the cot with a scarf in his legs, but that wasn't the main reason why his heart skipped a beat

There's the lanky boy again, and John could've sworn that their eyes locked for a second at that exact moment. 

ㅤㅤ

Ian Nashton

The Nashtons have fortunately made it out of the main entrance to safety. They raised their hands when they saw the authorities with their guns, just to signify that they were no threat at all.

"Please—my husband's been shot." Madeleine began, though her pleads were cut short when she caught sight of the ambulance nearby. And the paramedics quickly rushed to their side.

They carefully put George on the stretcher and loaded him on the ambulance.

Madeleine and her kids didn't get in just yet, she was being asked questions whilst Ian and Jansen stayed behind her, listening in. Though they didn't hear much because their mother decided to converse with the officer in French.

"N-no. I didn't see his face. He—er... my friend, Scott Martin. I saw him get dragged away. If what they say is true... Oh God. Poor Scott, I don't really know what he's done to be targeted." 

Of course, Madeleine still had the flash disk, but she wanted to see it for herself before handing it to the authorities. Just like everyone in the family, she has an insatiable curiosity.

(But more common sense than her sons do).

After a few more questions, the officer lets her go. She had just helped Jansen get in the ambulance and was about to help Ian as well.

But they all heard it.

"Lower your weapon!" Somebody shouted. Followed by the cocking of guns.

Ian and Madeleine whipped their heads to look back at the museum, and just as they thought, the attacker from before was there. Even with the mask, Ian could almost instantly recognize that that was the boy from before, the strange boy that he knocked down in the toilet.

Madeleine gasped and tried to hurry Ian into the ambulance, but the boy leapt out of his mother's reach and pointed an accusing finger at the masked figure. He made sure to stand 

"YOU!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. "YOU SHOT MY DAD!" 

Hearing Ian scream those words, Jansen peeked his head out from the ambulance. Sure enough, he remembered the strange boy too—it was the hoodie that he remembered.

George tried his best to sit up in his stretcher, though he couldn't see much. Just some uniformed men and his wife trying to drag their stubborn son back into the ambulance, away from the chaos.

"IAN! Get back inside right now!" His mother was now screaming, she was worried that Ian might get shot as well. So she grabbed him by the wrist and began to pull him away.

"WAIT! J-JUST WAIT!" Ian tried to free himself from his mother's grip. Alas, she had quite the iron grip and Ian's lanky arms were no match for it.

"But—but I saw his face, mom!" 

"And what?! You're going to run over there and get yourself killed?!" Madeleine really didn't want to do it, but she had to get some sense back into her son. "You're a child, an unarmed 13 year old child! Now do as I say and get in the ambulance!" 

At that he saw that his mother had an excellent point. So, Ian settled down and (reluctantly) climbed inside the ambulance where he saw his brother looking visibly frightened and upset. His father was mostly confused.

Ian took one last look out of the ambulance and to the masked figure. Trying to look him dead in the eye. The boy has never felt this much emotion for someone before, and he wasn't even sure what it was exactly. Rage? Hatred? Either way, it was negative.

Madeleine let out a deep sigh and gently pushed her husband back down on the stretcher, "I think you should lie down, dear." 

One of the medics quickly got inside as well, and once the door shut, the ambulance sped off to the hospital.

For most of the trip, Ian had his eyes planted to the tip of his shoes.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, mom." He muttered softly.

Madeleine's lips formed a soft smile as she put an arm around her eldest son and pulled him closer. She was no longer angry at Ian.

"Shh... it's okay, sweetie.  I know you didn't mean it." 

"Are we going to talk to a detective, mom? I-I still remember his face, okay. I—I ran into him in the toilet. H-he—told Jansen and I to run but I didn't know why." 

His voice was threatening to break, now that the adrenaline has worn off, but Ian still tried to keep himself steady.

Madeleine nodded with certainty and said, "I'm sure after what happened just then, they would want to talk to you."

"I-I should've—I should've done something! M-maybe dad wouldn't have gotten shot. What if I could've gotten a photo of him?" 

Madeleine pulled him closer and ran a hand gently through the boy's hair, hushing him quietly. "Shh, there was nothing you could have done, sweetheart... All that matters now is that we're all safe. I'm sure dad will be okay." 

Although he was also upset and shaken, Jansen decided to help the situation by giving a few gentle—albeit—awkward pats on his brother's back.

Ian made a promise to himself that he would do his best to get stronger, and smarter, so that in the future, he would be able to protect his family better.

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John

How does someone keep a straight face while being faced with shits like this? John couldn't even help but glance to the source of the commotion, the boy from before was frantically cursing and muttering inaudible accusations towards him that made some of the police turn their head.

Even as the woman from before practically tried to drag him in the same manner as dog owners trying to tame their barking dogs, the anger in his eyes was stark clear.

But perhaps it wasn't just anger. Perhaps it was also confusion, hatred... determination? 

The Revelator flicked his eyes back to the incoming threats. There's no way he could take every one of them in a single hit. He's no super soldier nor a trained agent, he's just a teenager who thinks that following his father's steps is a good thing to do.

He should've just studied for the college entrance exam. 

A scowl formed on John's forehead, but if someone dared take a peek beneath his mask, they will notice that it was purely caused by fear and frustration rather than anger and blood-thirsty resolution. 

The only thing he could do to wipe out an entire troop is probably by throwing grenades all over them, which obviously going to result in a lot of casualties, but what's the point of doing everything if in the end he'll have to get tossed to jail? 

John gritted his teeth. With a swift motion, he pulls the hem of his hoodie to reveal the strapped explosives across his chest. The cops scramble away, and as anticlimactic as it sounds, all he did was reach out to the M203PI launcher he had clutched to so dearly before. It sounded like a power play, it felt like he was playing god—but that was what his old man used to do. 

Humans tend to make mistakes, they crash so easily and they slip and tumble by their own feet, and so did his old man. 

That day when he watches as John Monsoon bleeds to death, Isaiah thought that it would be the last of him. Yet he runs, as cowardly as it sounds, he runs after the previous Revelator had aimed a gun to his head and told him to go. 

Never did he think that he would end up doing the same path as him. The semi-stable kid who doesn't even know his own birth date, the one who used to look like he wouldn't dare to hurt a single fly, now he's launching grenades with his trembling hands. Cold gray eyes piercing without mercy as he burns everything in sight. 

This isn't right, he knows that. He wanted to live this legacy with the same notable notion that would make people believe in him. He wanted to become the karma for those who weren't able to stand up.

But now that he thinks again, Isaiah realizes that all he tries to do was to fill the empty spot within his heart with hatred and revenge. 

He made a promise that day. Whatever happens in the future, he would protect those he loves. Even if it means he had to fist fight with God himself. 

And if he fails, he's going to burn the world down.

[jadehqknb]

For the supernatural at event, could I possibly get Hunter Ushijima tracking down and destroying the creature who either kills or kidnaps (your choice) his s/o?

Thanks again to Admin Red! Definitely has the vibe of anepisode of Supernatural but I reallyenjoyed this one! Warning for violence and death!

“Wakatoshi, she’s gone, someone took her.” Tendou’s wordsecho in Ushijima’s ears as he floors the gas, pushing the pedal hard enoughthat he won’t be surprised if he breaks it. The needle of the speedometerprogresses, numbers climbing higher and higher as he attempts with every fiberof his being to get to your last known location before the trail goes cold.

Pulling up to the motel, he throws the car in park thensurges to the room number Tendou provided, his heavy boot making quick work ofthe lock. Inside, his red headed fellow hunter whips around, gun drawn but hesighs in relief as he re-secures it in the belt of his jeans.

“Fuck, Toshi, you have to be more discrete,” he complains.

“Why didn’t you protect her?” snaps the olive eyed male.

Tendou’s eyebrows knit together as a scowl replaces his normaljovial smirk. “She told me to get something for us to eat while she took ashower. Would you rather I didn’t listen? Plus, she’s more than able to handleherself, it must have been blitz attack.”

Ushijima has been in this game long enough to know heshouldn’t be surprised that any number of supernatural assholes would bewilling to resort to underhanded tricks and dirty methods to gain the object oftheir desire. He and Tendou have garnered plenty of enemies in multiple realmsof the earth’s underbelly for him to have no idea where to even start looking.

“Ah!” Satori’s exclamation draws Wakatoshi out of his musings,his narrowed eyes looking at his friend. “Found it.” In his hand he holds apiece of the puzzle, a meaty, blood covered piece at that. Satori smirks. “Goodthink we just bought all those silver rounds.”

Ushijima nods towards the door, steps hurried with Tendouright behind him. If that pack has you, they don’t have a lot of time.

“Can’t leave me alonefor ten minutes, fuck! What the hell kind of hunter am I anyway?” you thinkdarkly, pulling at the chains binding your wrists despite the futility of theaction. Why had you not thought to keep your gun by you at all times? Becauseyou were exhausted and sleep deprived from your last hunt with the boys. Itwasn’t every day you went up against a creature who could give Freddy FuckingKruger a run for his money in terms of dream or rather nightmare manipulationbut really, almost three days without proper sleep would lull anyone’s sense ofguard.

“Anyone exceptWakatoshi,” you amend sighing. Wakatoshi, a man surrounded by his own myth,a hunter’s hunter. And here you were, partner to said legend, kidnapped by abunch of scruffy fucking werewolves; how embarrassing. If you were to survivethis, you wonder if he’ll ever let you out of his sight again.

You’ve known each other for years, ever since you fell intothe hunter life thanks to a run in with a vampire in a dark alley; cliché butsome things can’t be helped. He’d saved you and you’d pledged loyalty to him.At first, he ignored you, outright told you not to get involved and to leavehim the hell alone. But you were insistent, affirming that now that you knewthis world exists you wanted to do your part to contain it, to control it.

And you’d proven your worth over time, mostly on your ownuntil he finally relented to allow you to travel with him and Tendou.

Falling in love with him had not been part of the plan. Sometimes,you think, just maybe he returns your feelings but even after so many long daysand nights by his side, it’s nearly impossible to read him. He’s put up astrong, sturdy wall, the only one of whom has seen the other side of it beingTendou and that’s only because they’re practically brothers, raised by a gruffbut loving widow who turned out to be one badass hunter herself.

A sudden cry pulls you out of your considerations, yourheartstrings pulled when you realize the sound is coming from a very younggirl. If she gets out of here alive, you have no doubt she’ll need years oftherapy just to function again.

“Stop crying!” booms the pack leader out of the darkness. Astartled cry erupts through the rest of the caged and chained humans caught bythis pack.

He stalks up to you, clawed finger stroking under your chinmaking you hiss. “Be more like this one and maybe you’ll meet your end swiftly.”Sounds of terror fill the room but he drowns them all out with his gratinglaughter. His yellow eyes pierce the darkness drawing your gaze despite youreffort not to look. “Or maybe,” he whispers, breath ghosting over your face, “Ishould tell you to be more like them!”He punctuates his words by drawing a hint of blood to the surface of your skin.

You can’t help it, you spit in his face. “Like hell I will,you filthy animal!” you shout.

“Bitch,” he roars and it’s the last thing you hear beforeblacking out thanks to the strike upon your temple.

“So, I take it you don’t want to call for backup even thoughwe know there’s 15 in this den,” Tendou drawls out, sliding his clip intoplace.

Ushijima answers simply, “No,” drawing his modified automatics.He’ll put down every single one of these bastards to bring you home safely.

Satori smiles despite the dark tone of the moment. “She’sprobably just chilling out waiting for us to find her. She knows you’d neverlet anything happen to her, at least, she would if you’d finally tell her howyou feel.” The slight blush upon his friend’s cheeks is enough to tell Satori he’shit the nail on the head. He’s gone long enough, he feels, not voicing anopinion on the matter. “I tried to let things work out in their own time butyou’re ridiculously slow, Wakatoshi.”

“Let’s just get her,” Ushijima says firmly, cocking hisguns.

They’ve found the den thanks to information acquired from anewly turned pup. How Tendou could guess at a creature’s identity is beyondUshijima’s understanding. Occasionally, he’s wondered at whether the red head’smoniker of “Guess Monster” is closer to the truth than not but he’s never had thenerve to ask him out right. Funny, considering he’s fearless when it comes to everythingelse.

Save for the possibility that he may not make it to you intime.

Taking a deep breath, he kicks in the door, two wolvespractically giving themselves whiplash when they look up the stairs at theintruding hunters. A second later, blood erupts from their backs as two perfectshots through their hearts hit their mark.

“Silver bullets are expensive as hell, but they certainlyget the job done,” quips Tendou with a sardonic grin.

A piercing howl announces their element of surprise is brokenbut it doesn’t matter, Ushijima is a perfect shot and nothing is going to stophim from getting to you, from gathering you in his arms, from kissing you and finally telling you how he feels.

Stalking through the corridor, Ushijima shoots everywerewolf he happens upon with unerring accuracy. From behind, he can hearTendou singing some inane song. “Shootthem in the head, shoot them in the heart, doesn’t matter where you start, theyall end up dead.” Sometimes he creeps Ushijima out more than that thingsthey hunt.

From behind another door, he hears wailing and kicks that intoo. The sounds become louder and coupled with them are the unmistakable soundsof growling and yelps. As he descends, he happens upon three people coming upthe stairs. His initial reaction is to shoot them, but his eyes quickly take inthat they’re still human and none have been bitten. He nods in silent directionfor them to keep going and they comply swiftly, rushing out the door seekingexit from this hell hole.

Another human, female and looking to be about twenty, rushesup but this one he stops. “Are there any more down there?” he asks.

“Yes, there’s a young woman, a guy with black hair and abrunette guy. They’re fighting that thing and told us all to run.”

Without another word, Ushijima launches himself over therailing, landing and tucking into a roll so as not to damage his feet andankles. He’s upright in a flash, guns trained on the fight going on before him.He can see the black-haired male struggling with a female werewolf, so heshoots her once in the head before kicking her off of him and finishing the jobwith a shot to the heart.

“Thank you,” pants the male before running out.

Glancing around the room, his eyes long adjusted to thedark, Ushijima can see the carnage of a brutal fight. Blood splatters color thewall a deep crimson while body parts lie in haphazard piles, previous victimsno doubt. The brunette, it seems, didn’t make it.

Lifting his head, he hollers your name, ears straining tohear a reply. A cough draws his attention forward, eyes narrowing as he makeshis way towards the noise. Rounding another corner, his eyes widen at the sightof you sprawled on the ground, clothes soaked in blood and bruises starting toform on your face.

You’re the most beautiful thing he’s seen all day.

“Ushijima-san?” you grunt, doing your best to get upright.

He surges forward, skidding to his knees and drawing youinto his arms. “I’m here,” he says quietly.

“I knew you’d come,” you whisper, a soft smile on your faceas you look up at him.

One of your eyes is already beginning to swell shut and yourlips are cut badly but he can’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss yougently. The action startles you, but you fight through the pain and increasethe pressure, thankful to finally know what it’s like to feel his warm lips onyour own.

The sound of steps breaks the moment and Ushijima wraps hisarm more firmly around you, his other raising his gun towards the entrance ofyour confinement.

“Wakatoshi!” Satori calls, poking his head in to thedarkened room. It takes a moment but he whips his face in your direction andyou can’t help gasping at his gleeful smile as he sings out, “~They’re alldead!~”

A sudden wince from you garners both boys’ concern. Butwhile Ushijima looks in your eyes, Tendou notices the wound on your leg and hisface falls. “Wakatoshi,” he says lowly, “she’s not going to make it.”

“Shut up, it’s just a cut,” Ushijima snaps but your touch easesthe heat of his gaze as he looks back down at you.

“We both know that’s not true,” you say, smiling despite thetears rising in your eyes. Looking at his other hand, you gingerly wrap yourhand around the barrel of the gun and guide it to your chest.

Satori clears his throat, rushing forward to plant a kiss onyour forehead, whispering, “Sorry kid,” before turning around and leaving theroom. You smile at his back, thankful he’s allowing these final moments withWakatoshi to be held in private.

When you meet your gaze back to his, he’s shaking his head. “Ican’t…we,” he pulls the gun away setting it on the ground, “we’ll find a way.There has to be something we can do.”

“This is our only option, you know that,” you insist pickingup the gun once more to hand it to him but he smacks it away.

“I can’t kill the woman I love!” he shouts. You’ve neverheard his voice so loud, so full of passion and it breaks your heart whilewarming it at the same time.

A mirthless chuckle leaves your lips. “Damn you, UshijimaWakatoshi, you couldn’t confess at a more opportune time?” you chide.

“Stop it, stop acting like this is the end. Don’t give up! We’veovercome so much, we can do this! I can save you!”

Your hands clasp his face, drawing him down into a long,passionate kiss. The feel of his hand in your blood-soaked hair makes you moan,heat pooling in your stomach, a longing to have him but there’s no time.Drawing back, you murmur against his mouth, “I love you too, Wakatoshi. That’swhy it has to be you. I can’t…I won’tbecome one of those creatures. I want to die as a human and you have to helpme. Please, help me before it’s too late. I can already feel the transformationtaking hold, it won’t be long now.”

And then, Wakatoshi does something you’ve never seen before;he cries. It’s silent but you don’t miss the tears trailing down his cheeks. Hechokes out, “There’s got to be a way, there’s a cure for vampirism in the earlystages, there has to be one for this too, we just haven’t found it yet!”

“And knowing you, you will,” you input quickly, turning yourhead to cough out more blood, “but it’s too late for me. Now, bring back thebadass I fell in love with and kill me before I change.”

Letting out a shuddering breath, Ushijima stands, picking upthe discarded gun and leveling it at your chest. His eyes go hard, but justbefore he pulls the trigger he says, “I love you and I always will.”

The echo of the shot reverberates around the building and asit dies away he’s left with your lifeless form, alone in the dark.

Outside, Tendou wipes his eyes, unwilling to not be strongfor his friend. He turns at the creak of a step, face set in a grimecountenance as he watches his best friend, his brother, carry your body withtears rolling down from empty eyes.

[delaware-lemme-smash]

I wrote this with an s/o that has an unspecified Quirk but still one that is detectable to themselves, for reasons. Impromptu training and getting out of chores? Aizawa is nothing if not efficient.

Edit: fixed a couple of typos.

Aizawa Shouta

The sweet, pungent smell of rotting vegetables filled your nose. A rustle, followed by a shrill squeak made you jump, and you whipped your head around to look at the darkened dead-end of the narrow alleyway. Small skittering noises. Your shoulders slumped. Just a rat.

'Really? This is where you chose to hide?'

You froze. The voice came from right in front of you. Male. Deep. Instinct overcame thought and you rolled to the side, just in time to avoid the scarf whipping out to ensnare you. Air whistled past your cheek. Legs pumping, you tore out of the alley and around the corner. This area of town was deserted at night. High-rise buildings turned the sky into a grid of star-dotted black, like a giant game of Pacman.

And you had your very own Ghost.

Gotta collect that cherry, you thought. You didn't spare the breath to laugh at your own joke. He would be right on your tail, or circling around to cut you off. A cross-section approached. Left, or right? No. Straight on. He'd expect you to veer off, to double-back and try to lose him.

Unless he called your double-bluff. No time to be second-guessing yourself. If he found you again, you'd just have to get away before he could snag that damn scarf around you.

There was one way to keep track of him, if he was careless. Small, intermittent bursts of your Quirk. The moment it stopped working, you'd know he was near. If he chose not to use his Quirk on you? You'd have to rely on your training. The night air filled your mouth with the taste of car fumes and recent rainfall. Puddles still gleamed in the streetlights.

'You're so out in the open.'

'Shit.' You leaped, escaping a loop of his scarf. You were like a wild horse he was trying to lasso.

'I was close, then.' He was above you, on the roof of some houses. He squatted on the edge, hair standing up, goggles down. His eyes gleamed red between the bars. 'You're slowing down.'

'You ass,' you said, exasperated.

Whirling, you pelted down the side street. The sound of swishing cloth and light, booted feet clattering across roof tiles followed behind you, growing closer, just as he'd said. Damn it, you weren't going to let him win. If he caught you, it was game over.

Whoever lost had to pay the ultimate price.

Doing the dishes.

'Can't wait to see you in those yellow rubber gloves, Eraserhead!' you called back.

You put on a burst of speed. The street blurred; you became a streak of dark cloth and flashing limbs, flying down the road at full speed. You pivoted at the corner, taking the narrow road. Out onto a broad thoroughfare, the shutters down for the night. A blinking neon vacancy sign above a seedy hotel. A drunk businessman shambling home.

You saw it all in the blink of an eye. Abruptly, your Quirk winked out, like it had never existed. Fuck. You skidded to a halt, scanning the rooftops for a silhouette, a gleam of gold metal. Nothing. The alleys? Crouching under a bush?

'Why did you stop running?'

A chill shot up your spine. You turned. Dangling from a streetlamp like spider on a string of nanofibres and metal alloy, was Aizawa Shouta. His black hair hung down, his goggles had slipped, and his eyes burned like twin red embers. The orange glow of the streetlamp painted his upside-down face in eerie, Jack-o-Lantern shadows.

You backed away, one step after another. If you could get to the alley-

'If you run,' Shouta said in a low monotone, 'I'm adding the vacuuming to your penalty if I catch you. Give up while you’re ahead.'

'A plea bargain?' you said in disgust. 'What do you take me for?'

'Come closer and I'll show you.'

That tone pricked up the hairs on the nape of your neck. You shot him a wary look. His eyes were black once again, his mouth tilted at the corners. A hint of teeth. Oh.

'Why should I trust you?'

'Frightened?'

'Of an Aizawa-piñata? If only I had a nice big stick-'

'____.' The dark way he said your name made your pulse jump far more than the running had. You took a cautious step closer. His gaze stayed fixed on yours, half-lidded, luring you in.

Oh, to hell with it. You walked over, hands on hips. 'What.'

He was hanging just about level with your head. You had the absurd urge to give him a push and watch him sway, but you wanted to see what his game was. That tiny grin returned, sly and sharp. Oh, so that's what he wanted. Of course he wasn't the kind of man who'd just ask. Everything was reading between the lines with him. You caught his head, fingers curling into his unruly, dangling hair.

'This what you're after?'

'Mm.'

You huffed, and leaned up to slant your mouth across his. It was different, him being upside down, but still good. His mouth was always surprisingly soft. A stroke of tongue across the seam of your lips. You opened them, sighing through your nose. Your fingers tightened in his hair. He tasted of orange juice and the tempura takeout you'd ordered. (To avoid doing the dishes, ironically.) His scruffy facial hair tickled your cheek.  His quiet grunt weakened your knees.

Your arms snapped straight to your sides, bound by coils of scarf. Aizawa flipped right-side-up and landed in a light crouch, grasping the scarf in both hands. His counterweight hauled you up, strung over the arm of the lamppost. And you dangled six feet in the air, feet kicking wildly.

He gazed up at you. You stopped struggling and narrowed your eyes.

'Don't say it.'

'It was a logical ruse.'

'It was downright sneaky.'

'Exploiting the known weakness of my target in order to lure them into a trap.'

'Oh, because you make out with most of the villains you arrest?'

He didn't dignify that with an answer. 'Dishes.'

You sighed. 'Fine, dishes.'

[disconnected-from-reality]

Fanfic Rec: 00Q

I was sorting the list of fics that I have read and love, and it seems that I have enough to make a list for these two idiots! It wasn’t that long ago when I started reading for this fandom. I wasn’t a big fan of Bond movies, I’ve watched a few movies here and there, but when I read my first 00Q fic my mind said, “It works. They work. How could you not notice it, idiot.” And the rest is history! 

Anyway, as much as I love to tell what was my experience in finding this amazing pair, here is my list! Some of them will be a crossover with another fandom, but it doesn’t make the fics worse. 

Remember Me by Jen (ConsultingWriters) [Words: 5,667 | Teens and Up Audiences] Bond has lost his memory. Q has lost his love. "What have I forgotten?” Bond asked; Q watched him, trying to find the James he knew. “Nothing that you won’t work out on your own, if it’s really important,” Q said carefully, before returning every fraction of his attention to the computer in front of him.

Denominations by WriteThroughTheNight [Words: 29,689 | Teens and Up Audiences] "Q confirms that he's an Empath three months before his first day of primary school, and the deciding of Denominations that comes with it." OR Q is smarter than anyone gives him credit for, and an Empath to boot.

Forsaken by Chestnut_NOLA [Words: 50,080 | Explicit] Wounded and betrayed, 007 is found by a mysterious young man in the woods. Who is Q? Can James trust the man enough to heal and help him find the traitors within MI6?

Slow Dancing In A Burning Room by feelslikefire [Words: 66,236 | Explicit] What followed was the most bizarre courtship Q had ever—well, heard of, certainly. He didn’t have much to compare it to, but Moneypenny confirmed that normal people didn’t flirt like this. Not that he was normal. Not that any of them were. Or: Q has a past, a cat, and a dangerous new boyfriend. Two of these things keep him up nights, the other pees in a box.

the sheer lack of professionalism by scioscribe [Words: 1,945 | General Audiences] Q rolled his eyes. “Oh, there are just bloody wheels within wheels to it, aren’t there, this kidnapping business? Really, you should give it up. You’re not cut out for it. Think about it, your first time out, and you pinch a national intelligence treasure and ask his MI6 boyfriend for ransom. It isn’t very promising, is it?”

Addicted to a Certain Lifestyle by KatsatheGraceling [Words: 22,751 | Mature] Prompt: Could you do one where Q and James go to meet Sherlock and John for some reason, and then when they get back to Q branch James says something about how Q doesn't need to be so worried about Sherlock safety since he happens to be living with an assassin (John) who seems to be looking out for him. And Q is all like WHAT!!!! — Esperanza Or, the one where John is a BAMF assassin. With an affinity for cuddly warm jumpers.

Before it Breaks by KatsatheGraceling [Words: 13,453 | Mature] Prompt: I have a prompt for you: Bond (Ace/GrAce/Straight) is given the mission to seduce a very MALE college student (Q) who has been making trouble for MI6 and dead set against joining. Downtime, top secret, paper only mission. A few years later, Q finds out that their relationship was/is (just) a mission... happy or sad ending up to you. Excerpt: Everything revolved around the boy in the kitchen; every thought, every decision. Everything Bond said or did had to be carefully filtered and thought through; a game of chess that he never wanted to play in the first place. His entire routine had been shifted, and he hated it. 

If an Agent Asks for a Favour... by KatsatheGraceling [Words: 10,444 | Teens and Up Audiences] Prompt: Mycroft's minions alert him that John is stealthily entering MI6. John and James covered each other's asses once and have been friends ever since. Mycroft calls upon his brother Q to find out what they're up to. Bondlock crossover. - Sunny Or in which John is a BAMF and Mycroft likes to snoop (more than usual). Established Johnlock and eventual 00Q.

In Name Only by BootsnBlossoms, Kryptaria [Words: 84,449 | Explicit] Beyond the world of BDSM clubs and fetish communities lies the Marketplace — a secret society of consensual slavery and service. During an MI6 investigation into black market sales of Ministry of Defence assets, James Bond discovers what he believes to be a human trafficking ring called the Marketplace. He infiltrates the organisation as a buyer, but remains focused on his goal: follow the money trail. On a private Marketplace cruise, one slave for auction catches Bond by surprise. Q is brilliant, ethereally beautiful, and vulnerable. Bond is instantly drawn to him, and he resolves to take down the Marketplace and rescue Q. What Bond doesn’t realise, though, is that Q is right where he wants to be.

The Courtship of Mr. Bond by marlowe_tops [Words: 29,669 | Explicit] In which Bond is a retired naval commander with too much house, Q is a mechanical engineer with too many sisters, and they have lengthy conversations about decorum, bonnet-ribbons and philosophy in Regency England.    ~ “I just thought you might go pay a visit," his mother suggested. “Me?” Q asked, aghast. “Pay a visit?” “He must be starved for proper gentleman company, now that he’s settled in so far from London--” “I am far from proper gentleman company.” “--and perhaps if you befriended him he could introduce you to some nice heiresses.” “Heiresses?” Q repeated, baffled and horrified. “What in the world would I do with heiresses?”

Blue-Eyed Monster by Only_1_Truth [Words: 118,363 | Mature] Yes, this version of 007 was a terrifyingly smart agent, and M wondered long and often whether it had been a good idea to promote him to the position. Usually, the title was the dangerous part - being 007 meant deadliness - but this time, M feared that a certain man with ice-blue eyes and scruffy blonde hair had dragged in more danger to the title than it had previously possessed Enter MI6's new Quartermaster: an unassuming, bespectacled genius with no mind for subterfuge but plenty of genius behind a dry smile. Curious 00-agents and young boffins don't always mix in predictable ways...

And there it is! I still have more, but let me save that for the part two, yes? Enjoy!

[lil-loucifer]

ONE OF US MUST CHANGE AND IT AINT GONNA BE ME YOU FOOL. Ps 1-100 on the ask away tumblr asks

Hayden you f u c k

1. What have you eaten today?

A shit ton of pizza

2. Who was your last kiss with? Was it pleasant?

The most intimate touch I have ever felt was a hug

3. What color shoes did you last wear?

Black. Boots :P

4. Who has made you laugh the hardest in the last week?

Probably my sister??

5. What is your favorite scent?

Freshly baked stuff

6. What is your favorite season? Why?

Winter, because most if not all of my clothes are fucking winter sweaters and coats

And also because I like the cold

7. Can you do a handstand or cartwheel?

Nope!!

8. What color are your nails?

Natural?

9. If you had to get a tattoo on your face to save your life, what would it be?

A tiny star near the corner of my right eye, behind the mole so I could just hide it under my hair if I had to

10. What is something you find romantic?

Fucking flowers??? I dunno dude pretty much anything you devote some time and/or effort into doing for someone else in the name of affection?

11. Are you happy?

I dunno tbh

12. Is there anything in particular making you happy or sad?

For one thing, I did a fucking bomb-ass job on a presentation I had to do in front of a class, even though I couldn’t log into google drive and couldn’t access my fucking notes for the presentation and had to improvise it

13. Dogs or Cats?

Both!!!

15. Which do you prefer:a museum, a night club, the forest or a library?

A tie between a library and museum, but it depends on the museum. 

15. What is your style?

Scruffy as fuck, with some degree of hipster/punk, but mostly just slobbish.

16. If you could be doing anything you like right now, what would it be?

Affording material possessions I want to buy

17. Are you in a relationship or single?

“It’s complicated”

18. What makes you attracted to the person you like right now?

Emotional dependence???

Also probably mutual trust and care

19. If you could replace your partner/best friend with a celebrity of your choice, would you? Who with?

I don’t think I would??

20. Are you holding on to something you need to let go of? If so then what? 

Certain text conversations and shit my last ex and I had. It didn’t end well between us.

21. How did you celebrate last Halloween?

I stayed home and handed out fuckin candy

22. Have you recently made any big decisions? 

I dunno.

23. Were you ever in a school play?

Nahhh, I’m not a good actor

24. What movie would you use to describe your life?

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

25. Is there something you have dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?

HAVING FRIENDS BUT I CAN’T BECAUSE I HABITUALLY ACT LIKE A HUGE BITCH ALL THE TIME AND AM INTIMIDATED WHENEVER I’M INTRODUCED INTO GROUPS AND YET I’M STILL CLINGY AS SHIT

26. Complete this sentence, “I wish I had someone with whom I could share…”

Video games. I dunno man I just like playing games with people

27. What are two things that irritate you about the same sex?

A lot of guys are really gross and shit, and also sexist or alpha male-like. I catch myself exhibiting similar behavior sometimes and hate it

28. What are two things that irritate you about the opposite sex?

I’m too immature to understand anything

29. What is the best thing that has happened to you this week?

Pretty much reached a lvl 2 friendship with someone after we both let it slip that we were bi within three minutes of each other

30. What is something that makes you sad when you think about it?

Sad friends

31. How long was your longest relationship?

One business week

32. Have you ever been in love?

You know? I dunno 

33. Are you currently in love?

I think so?

34. Why did your last relationship end?

We were both in really bad mental places and decided to break up so we wouldn’t hurt each other

35. What jewelry are you wearing right now, and where did you get it

I’m not wearing any???

36. When was the last time you cried and why?

I don’t remember when, but it was definitely over feeling super alone

37. Name someone pretty.

Deborah Ann Woll??

38. What did you receive last Valentines Day?

I didn’t do shit last valentine’s day

39. Do you get jealous easily?

Kinda, but I don’t let it fuck up my relationships

40. Have you ever been cheated on?

Maybe?

41. Do you trust your partner/best friend?

Yeah!!

42. Ever had detention?

Kinda? I don’t remember it well but I think I talked my way out of it

43. Would you rather live in the countryside or the city?

I don’t know to be honest, probably the city if I could afford it

44. What do people call you? 

LUCIFER, THE DARK LORD OF THE NINE HELLS

45. What was the last book you read? 

The Ship of the Dead, by Rick Riordan

46. How big of a nerd/dork are you? 

Huge, but I don’t look the part. Someone once asked me “Hey, do you watch One Punch Man?” and his other annoying friend hastily whispered “Does he look like he watches One Punch Man?? Don’t annoy him bro” and they never asked again

I was, in fact, fully caught up with the anime at that point

47. What kind of music do you listen to?

All fuckin kinds bruh, mostly punk rock, metal and hip-hop tho

48. How tall are you?

5′10′’ I think??

49. Do you like kids?

Not really

50. Favorite fruits?

Grapes, apple and watermelon

51. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?

I haven’t owned a pair of sweatpants since I was ten

52. What’s your earliest memory?

I was still really young, maybe two-ish?? Either my sister or my mother--she was female--put me down on the floor in what would become my sister’s room, long before we moved most of her new furniture in and repainted her walls, next to a belt she would keep for the next ten years and an old comb she still has now. It was mid-day. 

53. Ever had a poem or song written about you or to you?

Nope!

54. Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Behind! Photography is fun~

55. Do you have a collection of anything? 

Video games?

56. Do you save money or spend it? 

I suck at saving money ffs

57. What would your dream house be like?

Simple and clean, full of my stuff

58. What top 5 things make you the angriest?

1: Maliciousness

2: Oppression

3: Bothering my crew

4: Bothering me

5: Losing repeatedly in video games

59. What top 5 things always brings a smile to your face?

1: Things that make me laugh

2: Writing a story easily

3: Pretty much anything to do with you ngl

4: Friends!!

5: Seeing an asshole get what’s coming

60. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

Y o u r e g o n n a h a t e m e i f I a n s w e r e d h o n e s t l y

61: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

Honestly I’d probably tell everyone I’m dying and face it with open arms

62. Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

Beat

63. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

I dunno???

64. Do you like the beach?

I like the aesthetic appeal of the beach?? But I hate water and heat and sand, so... 

65. Ever sleep on the couch or a bed with someone special?

Never had a chance

66. Do you have a middle name? If so what is it!

Mayor

67. Do you talk to yourself?

I think out loud sometimes, but otherwise, no

68. Describe your hair.

Floofy

69. What is the meaning of life.

To find one

70. What is your ideal partner like?

You ;)

But for realsies, someone I can trust and feel comfortable around

71. Do you want to get married?

Not really??

72. Do you want to have kids?

NOT REALLY???

73. Like or dislike your family?

Neutral

74. Are you Chunky or Slim?

Chunky?

75. Would you consider yourself smart? 

No

76. What would you change about your life? 

My drive do do literally anything

77. Religious or Not?

Kinda?

78. You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?

The cop that pulls me over for drunk driving

79. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?

I dunno man depends on how long I’m alone there

80. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?

You

81. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?

Either cuddling or legitimately fighting each other over who changes outfits in Animal Crossing

82. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?

They are already here

83. Do you like when people play with your hair? 

Yeah, if I let them.

84. Do you like bubble baths?

I dunno, I haven’t ever had one.

85. Have you ever been pulled over by a cop?

Nope!

86. Have you ever danced in the rain?

Yeeeaaaah! And I didn’t get sick!

87. Do you trust anyone with your life?

Not really

88. What was your first thought when you woke up this morning?

As usual, “whhhaat fucking time is it??”

89. If money wasn’t an issue, what top 10 places would you travel to? (You get to stay at each place for a week) 

I’m not really into travelling???

90. How was your day today?

Average

91. Play an instrument? 

I suck at anything musical

92. Describe the what you think of the ocean.

Boundless, infinite. Terror beneath. 

93. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts?

Both!!

94. Honestly, are things how you wanted them to be? 

I can’t really say. I had a goal in mind, and just planned to improvise until I got there, so...

95. Do you have a mean bitchy scary side?

Yes and it is my default demeanor for most of the time

96. When are you vulnerable?

...All the time

97. How much free time do you have?

Too much, honestly

98. Do you like to go hiking? 

Hell no

99. Odd or Even Numbers?

Even?

100. Would you ever go sky diving, bungee jumping , cliff diving, wing suit gliding, parasailing, snorkeling, or other extreme activities? 

The most extreme thing I’ve done is knife fighting, does that count?

[kuroast]

18 and Kuroo, maybe angst with happy ending? Thanks😊

Here you go! It ain’t that angsty but I’m not exactly experienced with it.. I hope it’s enjoyable nonetheless!

“I shouldn’t be in love with you” + Kuroo + Soulmate au in which the first words that your soulmate tells you are written on your wrist +  angel/devil au—————————————————————————————————————————————“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” were the words written on your wrist for as long as you could remember. In the beginning you were worried that it was meant in a literal sense, but your mother assured you as soon as possible that your destined soul was probably a human. Apparently, it was a common thing to say in a situation in which the male would attempt to court a lady because it would strategically lead to the notion that the woman before him is as beautiful as an angel.

Ever since you had grown to love humans- by observing them you discovered that while they may be self destructive and fragile, they possessed incredible potential. Those creatures of intellect and creativity stole your heart and you were more than prepared to vow yourself to protect them.

Your ultimate goal for years has been to become a guardian; you admired their work from afar for the longest of times. Now that you were finally one, you felt like a complete fail. You didn’t even get to your first mission, you were thrown out of heaven and marked as a fallen for turning on your comrades.

Allow me to elaborate.

After years and years of longing to join the humans, you finally had the opportunity to do so. In order to fully experience the joy of being able to go into the human world, you went out with your friends into a bar even though it was absolutely forbidden to do so. You paid no heed to that—I mean, how much damage can one night cause? In the beginning, all was well. You were dancing, drinking… and it all took a sudden turn when the words you were longing to hear were finally uttered.

The male who you met at the bar was quite handsome; he had rich brown eyes and gorgeous brown locks to match, he looked picture perfect. You could hardly contain yourself when he began talking, “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because you must be an angel.”

You were absolutely overwhelmed, a wide grin spread across your features as you found yourself unable to respond. Jesus Christ he was everything that you had ever hoped for! Things couldn’t get better, you thought. But fate was cruel. It could and it did get worse.

A group of devils walked in and they seemed to be all but friendly. They didn’t even try to conceal the fact that they were clearly otherworldly creatures but then it dawned upon you—you walked into a trap! Before you had a chance to call out for your colleagues, your soulmate put his index finger over his lips as he instructed you to keep quiet.

“What’s this? A bunch of angels in our bar?” the tallest mused, narrowing his eyes into mere slits as his gaze remained steady on your friends in the crowd. They immediately halted with their actions. You’ve never before felt as afraid as now.

“Is it Christmas already? These gifts are a lot better than coal, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I’ll protect you, stay behind me,” the male ordered, pushing you behind him. Just then had you noticed how buff he was; his layered clothing only added onto that fact.

“I can handle myself,” came out your best attempt at being brave, “They’re low-life scum and Earth is no place for such.”

The tallest of the bunch heard you. He was everything that you expected a devil to be; handsome to the bone with an air of arrogance surrounding him. His horns were hardly visible through his scruffy black hair and his icy blue-eyed stare was enough to make you tremble.

“What did you just say?” he let out, taking quick steps towards you.

Scared for your life you took a step back before you sensed your destined one behind you. You clenched your fists—you just met your soulmate and thanks to these dipshits waltzing in you didn’t even get to know his name!

“(Name), shut up you’ll get us killed!” your friends hurried towards you, slapping an arm over your mouth.

“Even though you should listen to your friends, we’ll kill you off either way,” the raven sneered, grabbing you by your collar as he smacked away the hand clasped against your lips, “So, tell me again about how I’m a low-life, sweetheart.”

“I don’t think there’s much to add onto that,” you spat, slamming your fist into his face. It was enough to make him drop you but it only meant war from then on. The screams you got in response were enough to make you cry. They were no guardians and that fact just came crashing down onto you.

Oh, how reckless you were. It was enough to lead yourself into trouble, but to sign up your friends for death as well? Stupid, stupid, stupid! They were new guardians, as were you- had Oikawa not stepped up, you would’ve been dead as well. That’s right, the one who was supposed to be your beloved for the rest of your life was called Oikawa.

But it was all a game. He was a devil and he lived up to that title; he did what was in his nature, he deceived you. He was no soulmate of yours; he was no soulmate of anyone’s! He wasn’t born with a tattoo, as it was the same for most devils. It just proved how incapable of love they were.

“Why not just let me die?!” you remembered struggling, your throat sore form yelling and your eyes red from crying. Your friends were dead. It was your fault. It was your fault. Had you not dared them to leave the Angel realm with you they would’ve been alive.

“Because a destiny worse than death is going to catch up to you,” Oikawa replied as he took off his jacket, throwing it over you. By that time you had gotten out of the bar. While the rest of the devils were determined to get rid of the bodies and the blood inside of it, Oikawa was told to take you outside.

“Don’t throw it away because you hate my guts at the moment,” he added, “When Raphael comes you’ll need something to cover your bloody back with.”

“Ra-Raphael?” you stuttered, your eyes widening in realization. You broke the law of your world and caused the death of four angels; the next time you were to see Raphael it would be the moment of your fall. Your wings would be ripped out.

“Aren’t you going to thank me for the jacket? It was pretty thoughtful of me, right?” he tried to keep the conversation going, making you wonder if he was being such an ass on purpose.

You shooed him away, “I think you should just leave now. It’s not like I have a place to run to. Congrats, you’ve single-handedly ruined me.”

“Is that really all that you have to say to someone who did such a thing?” the leader mused, sending away the rest of the gang, leaving just the three of you.

“I think you shouldn’t tempt her to use her last bit of dignity on low-life scum such as yourself,” came out the strong and all-too-familiar voice of Raphael as you released a sigh, closing your eyes. His warm presence and the light that he radiated off bore no resemblance to that which he came to do.

“She’s about to become something worse than a devil though, isn’t she now?” the raven mused, ordering Oikawa to leave, “You came here to rip her wings off and mark her as a fallen. Do you not deem that to be worse than a life of a devil like me?”

“I hope that you aren’t picking a fight with me, Gale.”

“Why, I would never. I was just chatting but I can tell you’re clearly not in the mood. I guess seeing me for the tenth time this week is more than enough for you,” he purred, winking at the blond as he turned away, gracing you with his gaze for a mere second.

Once you were left alone with Raphael, you moved away the jacket that Oikawa had placed on you as you turned your back to him. You could feel his warm palm grip your wing and you braced yourself but you were quite aware of his hesitation.

“(Name) I really don’t want to do this—“

“I know, but you have to. I will never hold it against you,” you whispered, tears staining your vision as you began shivering. Would it even matter to him if you were to say that you didn’t want this to happen?

“Forgive me,” his lips touched your wings as you remained still, a blood curling scream escaping your mouth as you felt the excruciating pain coming through you.

After that, you had no idea about how long you were laying on the filthy ground, covered in your own blood, sweat and tears. All you knew was that Oikawa’s jacket has served its purpose. No matter how much blood you had lost, death was no longer an option for you. Fallens were immortals; set to live for eternity of being reminded of what they’ve lost.

What time was it even at that point? The sun was about to rise, that much you were certain of. You hoped that warmth would follow the rising day.

You were half-conscious when you heard keys clanking against one another above yourself. As you tried to raise yourself up, you heard a scoff followed up by a mocking statement which broke the only bit of hope that you’ve had left, “Hmph, did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because you must have been an angel.”

Your head immediately shot up only to meet a raven haired male looking down at you with a sneer. He was in his human form but you had become an expert at recognizing a devil in his human form during the last 24 hours.

As a broken chuckle escaped your lips you muttered up a retort, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words?”

Kuroo took a step back as his world came crashing down as well. From a young age he had considered himself lucky; he was one of the very few devils who had a soulmate and to think that those words that he had caressed ever since his childhood, those words that made him feel secure, those words that comforted him in the darkest of times because they made him certain that someone out there was made for loving him had been uttered by an angel with such regret that it made his head spin.

“I feel like this is all just a cruel joke,” you proceeded, noticing how your eye lids had became heavier, if that was even possible. Before you were completely out, the male had taken you in his arms as he made sure to stay away from your wounds.

He clearly wasn’t the happiest about you being an angel, but he had to give it a try. He absolutely refused to give up his only chance at love because of his pride, even though he dearly hoped that Lady Fate knew what she was doing.

Once he managed to get you to his home, he spent a long time on debating about whether or not he should take care of your wounds himself. He sure hoped that you wouldn’t throw a tantrum once you get up, but he had to wash off the blood on you.

He was reluctant to give you a bath but the stench of blood was too much for him; he’d rather risk you getting mad than risk you stinking up his entire house. He had to hand it to you, though. You’ve lost a hella lot of blood.

After he was finally done, he put you in some of his clothes as he tended to the wounds—as sad as it was, he couldn’t heal them on his own accord. While he was a devil, he was the lowest branch out there, his abilities were nothing in comparison to those of a pureblood. No matter, he’d stick to human medications.

They’ve proven themselves worthy enough the last time.

——–*****——-It took you three days to wake up; he counted. You were such a handful, he wanted to cry out in frustration.

“For crying out loud, will it kill you if you just stay with me?!” he raised his voice, trying to keep you inside the bed as you struggled against him.

“Might as well! I’m not staying with you, I don’t want to!” you argued, surprised that you could barely feel the pain on your back.

The male before you released a scoff before he raised his brows, “Okay, then, missy. How do you plan on surviving?”

You scrunched your nose up as you stopped fighting back, pulling the covers closer to yourself, “I’ll just… get a job. That’s it.”

“Really now? With which qualifications?” the raven mused, appearing to be optimistic about your resolve.

“I’m an angel! I can have any qualification that I want.”

“Correction though, darling —you were an angel.”

The words made you flinch as you realized that he was indeed right. He hit the nail on the head.

His palm reached out for your palm as it made his tattoo visible, “I took care of you for the last three days, I tended to your wounds and I made sure no harm comes to you. Why can’t you just give me a chance? I know that angels believe that devils with soulmates have a chance at redemption, that love can change them. “

You remained silent which only got him more frustrated.

“Listen, I can give you as much time as you might want but please, all I’m asking from you is a chance.”

A meek nod was his only reply. And a meek nod was all that it took.————-*********————Physical recovery was easier than you thought, especially with Kuroo’s help. Mental recovery… That was a completely different story. In the beginning you were hesitant on everything—Kuroo’s home had been full of many wonders of human technology that you had no idea how to work with but as it turns out, the raven was a very patient man, just as he promised.

Lately, however, he had been working his ass off in his company so he would get home late, leaving you all alone to wander throughout his house during the day. You were definitely fascinated by the materials he had at home, especially the movie stash that was of impressive genre range. Guilt would eat you away every time that you would see him.

While you’d be on the couch reading a book, he would try to place his head onto your lap but you’d always deny it. In fact, you’d deny any of his advances even though you knew you were being mean. He’d never say anything, though. He’d just sigh, shake his head and ask you how your day was.

It occurred to you that he’d literally work hours upon hours for you—he clearly had enough money on his own but he mentioned that he wanted to get you a house so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. It made you feel terrible… he asked for a chance and you weren’t giving him one.

You would make up for it, and that was a promise!————–************————“I’m home,” Kuroo called out, taking his shoes off as he turned around, shocked to see you in an apron with a smile on your face.

“Welcome home! Are you hungry?” you questioned, helping him take off his coat as well.

He hummed in response, raising up a bag with take-out food. A frown crossed your features as you shook your head, “You can’t live on take-out food. Come, I made us something. It’s not the best but it’s edible.”

Saying edible was an understatement, you were an amazing cook! You prepared a traditional Japanese dish which you hoped would suit his taste, and thankfully it did. You laughed at the fact that he remained absolutely speechless.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” he commented while stuffing his face, “Well, I mean I had a hunch but I didn’t know that you were willing to cook for me.”

“I wanted to thank you for taking care of me. I know I’ve been difficult and I know that you expected much more from your soulmate, especially because you’re a devil, but I was afraid that I wouldn’t be in a position to be the one you need whilst broken.”

“You’re not—“

“Let’s not kid anyone here, I am. I have however, gotten over it. For the most part, and now I’m ready to give you a chance. I won’t be indifferent to your advances anymore and I’m honestly sorry that you had to wait this long.”

The male grinned, a spark of happiness lighting up in his heart.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me?” he asked, looking towards the television to which you nodded.

“Can I suggest one?” you countered, offering him a sneer.

“Of course.”

While you were watching the movie, Kuroo tried to put his head on your lap again and, much to his surprise you let him! You even stroked and played with his hair as the movie went on! If you were to ask him what the film was about he wouldn’t have a clue- he kept glancing at your amused expression as he’d take in any comments that you made.

He caught himself smiling once the movie was over and you were begging him to watch another.

He was definitely beginning to fall.——–Weeks have flown by and even though he could still feel that you were hesitant, you’ve been having the time of your life.

“(Name) I will kick you off the bed, get yourself a sweater or something, you can’t walk around like that!” Kuroo shouted out, his cheeks tinted pink as he tried his best to look away. You were in a shirt which kept your back bare and the sight of the scars on your back made him feel uneasy.

They reminded him to much of… urgh! He didn’t even want to go there.

“I just dried my hair, I’m hot!” you complained, leaping towards him as you placed your head on his lap.

“Damn right you are,” he whispered, trying to remain a gentleman.“What did you say?”

“Nothing! I…  I asked you if I could comb your hair?” he repeated, running a hand through your locks.

Once you gave him a confused glance with a raised brow he went a hand through his own nest of a hairdo, “I always wanted to know what it’s like to be able to smoothly run a comb through your hair. No matter what I tried such luxury was never an option for me.”

“Sure thing, do you have a comb nearby?”

You received a hum in response. A smile found its way onto his features as he ran the comb through your hair; to be honest, it wasn’t his first time combing your hair.

Call him a weirdo but whenever you’d fall asleep on his lap he’d do it. It was incredibly calming and it would give him a chance to look at your serene expression.

“Kuroo, I forgot to ask. Do you by any chance have a cat?”

His blood ran cold as he released a chuckle—when you first got there and were still pissed at him he transformed in order to see what you were like when you weren’t uneasy due to him being a devil. To be fair, if he could pinpoint a moment in which he felt that he began falling, it was when you took him in your arms and began showering him with a lot of sweet talk.

 “You know, we didn’t have any creatures like you back where I’m from. And are you aware of the fact that they associate black cats like you with witches? You’re far too adorable for that. Hmm— you seem pretty hungry, do you want me to make you something?”

In that moment he wondered if he should just stay a cat for the rest of his life. And that was the first time he tried your cooking, hence why he wasn’t surprised that you were able to cook.

“I was catsitting one for a friend, but no.”

“I’d like it if we could get one, they’re adorable. Also, I’ve heard of this game called 21 questions. Are you up for it?” you suggested, out-stretching your arm as you began playing with his fringe, a small grin playing on your lips.

“Sure. How about you start? I want to see what kind of things you’re interested in,” he purred, winking at you as he bobbed his head a bit so it would be harder for you to toy with his bangs.

“For starters, what kind of a devil are you? I mean, you do have your moments, but why are you working in the human world?”

“It’s a long story, but let’s just put it shortly and say that I’m no longer a pure demon. You see, while my friends and I were out I turned against them because they wanted to harm a human friend of mine. His name is Kenma and from an early age, he was a lonely kid who accidentally summoned me on a certain occasion and it made me realize that humans aren’t that bad. Satan wasn’t that pleased with me turning against my own.”

You found yourself unable to respond. Kuroo was sly, cunning and quick on his tongue but he was caring and loyal beyond measure… You honestly should have known better than to judge him.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me if it hurt when Satan himself kicked me in the ass and out of his realm?” he joked but stopped smiling when you reached out for his forehead, poking two areas near his hairline, ”If you’re wondering, yes, that’s where they were.”

“Does it hurt? How bad are your scars?”

“That’s three questions in a row I believe. It’s my turn now if I recall, my lady.”You tsked at him but nodded as you sat up, crossing your legs so you could hear him out.

“Do you… Do you regret falling? Do you regret me?”

His words struck you hard. You’ve never openly told him that you love him but the difference was, he knew that he fell for you. The devil always falls first, doesn’t he?

“I regret being the cause of my friends’ death and I do regret falling, but I do not regret you. I will never regret you, I love yo- your cat! I mean your friend’s cat, yeah! Without you I’d never meet the cat. I love it, such a cute little creature.”

He laughed, content with the answer, “Your turn.”

“I’ve never seen your scars. Are you afraid to show me?”

“No, I just feel that they’re a part of a past that was never meant to be mine,” as he trailed away, he shot you a toothy grin, “But it made me obtain the future that I’ve always dreamt of.”

At that point, you were both leaning in. Every sound other than the one of your own ragged breathing had long disappeared. You were afraid that your heart was going to pop out of your chest…

This was so wrong. This was so wrong but it felt so right. Lady Fate was such a messed up woman.

Once you got close enough you chickened out, leaning your forehead onto his, “I shouldn’t be feeling like this, Kuroo. I shouldn’t be falling in love with you.”

The raven released a scoff as he cupped your cheeks, “No worries, I already fell—you should know by now the nature of us devils, it’s on us to fall first. I’m ready to wait for as long as needed for you to fall completely, but when you do, fear not because I will be right there to catch you.”

You swallowed hard as you took in a deep breath, “I do hope that your reflexes are fast because I was just knocked down.”

It was his only heads up before you finally finished what you started; you pressed your lips against his as you both gave in to your desires and despite the fact that you were both ridden of your wings, you had reached cloud nine without flying.

Indeed, Lady Fate was a messed up woman. But you loved her just the way she was.