#the way he grabs his hair in the 2nd one kills me

[icbmil]

ATPOAIM ep.3

[shinuko]

to be human (is to make mistakes)

#: academic rivals au (!!), rank 1!gojo & rank 2 gn!reader, assumed college au (irrelevant ranking system), gojo gets kind of sick (unrealistic + very cliche), a dash of angst (for the flavor!!), implied (obvious) pining (mutual? ;3), brief one bed trope! (sfw), no beta we die like ...yeah (i'm sorry)

wc: 2.1k

tw/cw: reader has a hairdryer and clothes that fit a ~190cm man, angst (kind of?), reader likes floral tea, one (1) curse word

*ni-i = 2nd rank/place (please feel free to correct me if i have it wrong in any way ;-;)

you jolted, the clap of thunder scaring you awake. in the gray area between awake and asleep, you thought you heard a knock on the door, but you weren’t expecting anything so you figured it was a trick of the wind of some kind. you checked the time—2:57 am—you definitely weren’t expecting anyone either too. looking down at your desk, you sighed and your nose crinkled at the spot of drool that pooled on the page of your notes. you wiped at it with your finger when there was a sudden knock at your door. 

you froze.

a beat passed. then two.

quietly, you rose from your chair, grabbing your phone and the nearest object that looked like it could be useful (a swiffer). tiptoeing across to the door, your thumb hovered over the dial button, prepared to call the campus police (though the night ra would have been more realistic). you peeked through the peephole and saw a hunched figure wearing a hood that covered their eyes. you stepped away from the door, waiting to see if they would leave without any intervention.

three beats passed. then four.

 “ni-i…”

the voice was weak but you still heard it. (and you knew of only one person who had the gall to call you by your rank.) dropping the swiffer, you opened the door and gojo stumbled into your arms, skin hot to the touch and breaths labored against the curve of your neck. his hair clung to his forehead, dripping water onto your clothes and floor. you struggled to keep yourself up straight, so you helped him to sit on the floor, his head leaning against the wall. 

you stood again, staring in disbelief at your… guest. 

raising his head, he looked around, taking in his surroundings, and cocked his eyebrows at you teasingly, “so… you trying to beat me this time around, ni-i?” he tried to make a joke, seemingly regaining some of his strength now that he was out of the rain.

you cringed, heat rising to your face as you remembered that the evidence of your desperate studying was within his line of sight. “that’s not important right now. what are you doing here!?” you hissed, trying to change the subject, “and what kind of idiot do you have to be to be walking in a storm with a thin jacket!?”

gojo just smiled, closing his eyes, and mumbled something about locking himself out of his room and not knowing where else to go. you remembered hearing something about how his roommate was going to be out of the country for a few more days at least. huffing, you threw him a towel and rummaged through your closet for your hair dryer. “here,” you said, handing the hair dryer to him, “bathroom’s the door over there. i don’t have any clothes for you so just dry your clothes with this.” surprisingly, he complied easily, rising slowly from his spot on the floor and shuffled to the bathroom. only when the door closed shut behind him did you pull at your hair and scream as silently as you could. 

“oh, mind if i use your shower by the way?” gojo’s voice came muffled from the other side of the door. 

your eye twitched. “…be quick.” 

“thanks~!”

wanting to kill time and keep yourself distracted, you decided to boil water for some tea. gojo came out from the bathroom smelling like your shampoo as the kettle began to boil. 

you did a double take. 

gojo came out of the bathroom, smelling like your shampoo and holding a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. 

“why are you only wearing a towel?!” you screeched, cheeks blazing as you rushed to your closet and threw him whatever clothes you could find. 

“my clothes took too long to dry,” he whined, grinning as he caught the clothes against his chest with his other hand, “and look, you do have clothes for me~”

“just hurry up and put that on! and don’t you dare drop that towel in front of me!” you quickly turned around, squeezing your eyes shut and muttering apologies and prayers to anyone out there who would listen. 

“okay, i’m done now…” you could hear the pout in his voice and you swore you saw red. almost at least. by some miraculous event, you regained your senses and composed yourself. exhaling slowly, you reached for the two cups and handed one to him. he stared at you, “it’s 4 am.”

“it’s 3:47. and you won’t die, it’s just tea.”

he shrugged, accepting the cup, and took a careful sip. his eyes widened at the taste and he took another sip. “hey, this is good,” he said, raising the cup to his lips again, “why didn’t you give me this the last time i was here for the language arts project? first you’re trying to beat me, and now you’re holding out on me? i’m hurt, ni-i…”

“didn’t have it then.” you rolled your eyes and took a sip yourself, deeply inhaling the fragrance of it, and couldn’t fight the small smile it brought to your face—floral tea, your favorite, and so it seems was his too. holding the cup with two hands, you looked out the window, following the droplets of rain as they raced each other down the glass. 

five beats passed. then six.

“want me to help you study for the exam?”

you raised an eyebrow at him, “confident you won’t lose your rank to me even after teaching me your secrets?”

he laughed, throwing his head back, and set the cup down. “please, you’re taking my GPA too lightly. you’re gonna need more than that to take me down.”

you shrugged, bringing your books and notes over to the spot on the floor where he sat. he scooted to sit next to you and skimmed your notes. as he flipped through the pages, you looked back at the practice problem you were trying to solve before, tapping the end of your pencil against your chin. 

“1.15 N.”

“huh?” 

“that’s what you’re looking for, right? the tension? i recognize that question. it’s from the practice midterm, what was it… question number 2?”

looking between him and the page in front of you, you weren’t sure what to think. “how… how did you do that?”

gojo smiled again, “here look, there’s the given free body and if you draw two more for the block and pulley…” he paused and looked around for a pencil. without thinking, you give him the one you were holding. “thanks. so yeah, draw two more and then you can apply the 2nd law here.” quickly, he wrote down more steps to the problem. “so applied force minus the tension force equals the 2nd law, does that make sense?” 

you started to nod, the lightbulb going off in your head, “and then because only the tension force will affect torque, i can use the torque equals r times force equation? and then equal it to the moment of inertia multiplied by angular acceleration to find the acceleration?”

“bingo,” gojo said with a grin, handing you the pencil, “as expected of my rank 2.”

too preoccupied with finishing the problem, you didn’t hear him. making quick work of the rest of the practice exam, you beamed triumphantly. your victory was fleeting though, interrupted by a violent sneeze from gojo. instinctively, you placed the back of your hand against his forehead and the other on your own to compare.

“idiot, you’re burning up! why didn’t you say something?”

“the tea helped so i thought it was fine…” 

“it’s obviously not fine… get up.” you pulled him up by the arm and hesitated in front of your bed. gojo at least had the decency to blush.

“shouldn’t you ask me to dinner first… i didn’t know you were so quick about things, ni-i.”

the heat scorched your cheeks as you quickly let go of his arm, panicking and tripping over your words to salvage your dignity. but he stumbled, lost his footing, and fell face-first onto the mattress. with a bit of struggling, you finally managed to push him under the covers and tuck him in. 

you couldn’t deny that he looked cute like this: cheeks and the tip of his nose tinged pink, peeking out from under the blankets, and bangs brushed back with his forehead bare, allowing you to place a cool towel there. you watched his long eyelashes flutter as he closed his eyes, the lull of sleep relaxing his features and pulling him under. the rise and fall of his chest began to steady and you laid the back of your hand against his cheek again to check his fever. 

still warm. 

you stood up, trying to remember where you kept your medicines.

“where are you going?”

“to find some fever reducer for you…” you blinked in surprise, “weren’t you sleeping?”

“no. i don’t need any.”

“don’t be ridiculous. gojo, you nee-”

“can’t you call me satoru now?” he whined.

“gojo, you’re delirious. you need to-”

“satoru,” he corrected, “please.”

seven beats passed. then eight.

gojo was fully sitting up on your bed now, towel fallen onto his lap, and his piercing blue eyes fixed on you. his cheeks were redder now, but you couldn’t tell if it was from his fever or embarrassment. you exhaled slowly, returning to the bedside and looked at him expectantly. gojo shifted, making room for you. 

you could feel his gaze on you as you fiddled with the cloth of your covers. “tomorrow. after we’ve gotten some sleep, ask me again.”

“what?”

turning to face him, you forced yourself to maintain eye contact (his eyes are so blue). “tomorrow,” you repeated, “ask me again tomorrow. let’s not do something we’ll regret right now.”

“i don’t think i could ever regret you.” 

you faltered and slid off of the bed, trying to create some physical space between you and him, “you don’t mean that. you’ve been up all night. you don’t know what you’re saying. you-” your voice caught in your throat. the pained expression on gojo’s face awoke an emotion you never knew you had, clawing at your heart and ratting at the bones of your rib cage like a trapped beast. his eyes dimmed and lips turned down ever so subtly. but you saw. gojo looked down at his hands and you wished you knew what he was thinking. the silence was thick and suffocating and you wanted to do anything to break it. you opened your mouth to speak again, to apologize, to do something, anything. 

“oh, look at that! suguru’s back already!” gojo beamed, tapping away at his phone.

(his smile looked too forced.)

but all you could do was nod as gojo got out of your bed, fixing the pillows and blankets as best as he could. you watched as he hummed, gluing his eyes purposely to his phone (was he avoiding your eyes?), and continued to your door. he turned back to look at you. his eyes softened and he gave you another smile.

sorry, he mouthed to you before opening the door and walking out. 

the door closed shut behind him, leaving you alone again. (you could hear him yelp “shit, it’s still raining!” through the door and could picture him running through the rain with nothing but his jacket as any sort of defense. that got you giggling a little.)

nine beats passed. then ten.

you sat down on your bed, legs dangling off the edge, before letting your head fall back and hit your pillow. 

it smelled like him still. the smell was faint, of course, but there nonetheless. you chased it, initially unaware, searching for it. yearning—

no. 

you turned the other way and closed your eyes. 

the sun was blinding, glaring at you through the glass windows. dust particles floated about and large, messy words written in chalk spelled out “EXAM SIT IN YOUR ASSIGNED SEATS” on the blackboard and bore menacingly at no one. 

you sat at your desk, glancing at gojo’s still empty seat. thoughts of him from that night continued to plague your mind. you shook your head, trying to bring your thoughts back to your exam that was going to happen any minute now. F = ma. torque equals radius times applied force which also equals moment of inertia times angular acceleration. vaguely, you heard the back door of the classroom open, and whispers filled the room, gradually getting louder. a collective gasp and more excited (and jealous) whispers as your classmates murmured amongst themselves. a shadow loomed over you, and you looked up. they couldn’t believe their eyes, and honestly you couldn’t either. gojo peered down at you, his hand outstretched, and flashed you his charming smile.

“hey, i’m gojo satoru, but you can call me satoru,” he grinned, “wanna be friends?”

koi's notes: inspired by a gojo fanart i came across by the extremely talented @saterise (i meant it to be like a little rainy inspired fic but i got a little too carried away...)

link to fanart also here: https://www.tumblr.com/saterise/739526714812678144/to-be-human-is-to-feel-the-rain-on-your-skin?source=share

ALSO BEFORE ANYONE ASKS, gojo and geto are tied for rank 1 because there is no way in HELL i'm making geto 3rd i will not disrespect him like that!!!!!

[nvoirs]

Letting of steam

Disclaimers: Sub Leon, Dom reader, cussing, handjob, male receiving. This is Dead by daylight Leon!

Pairing: Leon + Female reader.

Summary: Leon and you get sent to yet another trial, whilst trying to relieve him of stress so you just go with the flow.

He looked so restless right now. Leon had been sent to so many trials today it was taking a toll on him. It physically hurt your heart seeing him so stressed, but of course him being himself tried to mask it behind a bright smile.

He did not deserve this, he did not deserve to be continuously killed over and over for some sick supernatural entity's pleasure. Just a little while before he was fighting massive tyrants that wore trench coats and fedora hats.

"Leon take it easy, ok?" crouching beside him taking his calloused hands in your own squeezing them comfortingly. He returned the gesture looking at you, "I'm fine I promise, just a little tired that's all."

Having only dated Leon since you came to this weird world, could you even call it that? whatever this place was, you always dreamed about how it would be if you guys could truly be free.

You both escaped Mr X by the skin of your teeth as the entity decided to take the two of you along with Claire Redfield. A smart, intellectual college student who along with you and Leon were trying to survive the horrors of Raccoon City.

"Hey I have a way that'll help you let of some steam." Grabbing his hand, pulling him up and along with you leading him to the small shack like hut you and him stayed at when you weren't at the campfire with the other survivors.

Pushing him down in the mattress, you crawled atop of him. You kissed him lovingly, as he sighed into the kiss cupping your face. Hair tickling his face, your little moans sending electric shocks straight to his dick.

He tried to push you down, so he could see you from above him. "No baby, this is about you not me." you pushed him back gently. But as you began to unbutton his tactical pants, mouth watering for his heavy dick to be in your mouth right now, the colours around you began to fade.

"Fuck! seriously right now?" You yelled at the entity, for stopping your sexy time with your boyfriend. Before you could protest more you found yourself in the waiting room in RPD. Really? the entity definitely sent you here on purpose, It's like it wanted you to relive the horror of those rotten looking corpses trying to eat you except there was no zombies but a crazed killer every trial who wanted to place you on a rusty meat hook. Oh gosh Leon. He was probably still hard as fuck for starters, knowing the shitty entity couldn't control his sex drive.

Entering the corridor of the East wing, you made your way to the rooftop. It was still raining here, like it was on the night you met Leon. The entity really liked these special effects you could say. Stepping past the remnants of the helicopter explosion, you made your way down through into the main hall. Glancing at the maiden statue square in the middle, before making your way into the west office.

There he was Leon had just finished the 2nd generator, he was palming himself through his pants. Relief sunk into you making your way towards his standing figure.

"Hey handsome, let me help you with that." Whispering in his ear, your hot breath fanning against him making blood rush towards his cock.

Startled at your sudden prescence, Leon allowed you to push him to the ground back against the wall.

"But baby we gotta help our t-"

Hushing him one finger placed onto his rosy lips, "Claire will handle it c'mon."

You thought about it quickly, Cheryl could definitely finish the remainder of generators by herself. Claire was more than capable of distracting the killer for another 5 or 10 minutes. That left you to relieve your baby's stress, you knew his cock ached for you.

Pulling his suffocating briefs down his calves, letting them pool at his ankles along with his tactical pants. He was so pretty. Nice and girthy, his pink tip twitching with beads of precum rolling down. Spitting into the well of your hand for some sort of lubrication, you wrapped a small hand around him.

This caused him to let out a deep groan, making you giggle.

"Gosh Leon, I haven't even started yet and you're already moaning for me?"

Rubbing his slit faster made him buck his hips up higher into your hand trying to gain some sort of the slightest friction.

"Shit.. stop teasin me baby." Sweat was beginning to form on his brow, his bangs sticking to his forehead and temple. You felt at peace like this, these intimate moments with Leon proved you weren't alone in this.

His whines became almost pornographic, stuffing his shirt between his teeth he grabbed your arm tightly.

"Where are your manners mister?" sighing you put your head into the junction of his left shoulder. He was so warm, his sweet, muffled sounds made it better.

Drool was beginning to dribble down his chin, as he looked at you with those mesmerising, cerulean coloured eyes of his.

"Please let me cum.. please promise I'll be good." His thrusts died down, waiting for your answer.

"Please what?"

"Please Ma'am, wanna ah cum."

With glee you sped up, "That's right baby I'm right here."

His breathing got heavier, gosh he was so sensitive it made you feel pride knowing you were the one getting him so worked up like this. Nipping and kissing at his supple, pale neck the salty tang left on your tongue as you left your little love bites peppered all over his skin possessively. Wanting to make sure all those other survivors knew that he was yours, only yours and you were his.

When he came his load was huge, you knew Leon cummed a lot which increased his attractiveness even more but even you were taken aback. He must have not touched himself in a while, glad you could help.

"Holy shit Leon." It just kept coming, you'd milked him dry at this point. All over his thighs and your fingers, you brought a hand to your lips. You tasted him of your fingers, moaning erotically at the taste.

"Christ, your so good with your hands baby." Pushing his sandy strands of hair back, giving you a perfect view of his fucked out face.

"Wanted to make you feel good sweetheart, now let's clean you up and go help the others."

[sungbeam]

BIRD HUNT — teaser

nonidol!choi line x f!reader

gotham city is a gutter running rampant with the ill, corrupt, and the insane. at times, justice and vengeance must be served by one's own hand... no matter the lengths one must go to do so.

▷ genre, teaser warnings. bat family au, vigilantes au, murder mystery au, action, suspense, humor, swearing, mentions of dead bodies, murder, grief, corruption

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▷ first ep drop. feb 2nd?, pst (or earlier if i somehow get more writing done)

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TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX. 800 WORDS)

"How do you know Ln Yn?"

Beomgyu whirled around just as Soobin settled into the desk chair, waiting. Beomgyu made a scoffing noise, eyebrows flying up to his shaggy bangs. "Where did that come from?"

Soobin shrugged. "You tell me." He slurped up a bit more milk from his cereal before adding, "You're the one who reacted like that in front of everyone when she said she was grieving her mother's death. You sounded shocked that she died."

"Well yeah, wouldn't you be shocked to hear someone else died within the past three days?"

"Stop trying to bullshit him, Gyu."

Both the brothers looked up at the voice who had just entered the underground space. Yeonjun strolled into the main area in a white tank top and sweats, hair sticking up in different places. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned loud and wide.

Soobin cocked a brow at him. "Nice of you to finally join us, hyung. How'd the 'date' go?"

"Great," Yeonjun quipped. "We're going on a second one soon. I think Felix almost sent me off with a kiss goodnight." He slumped onto the edge of the desk, eyes lazily taking in the images and information displayed on the many monitor screens. "This is our stiff, huh?"

Soobin sent him a look that distinctly read 'No, we're just looking at dead bodies for fun.'

"Yeah," Beomgyu replied. "The note the killer left is so familiar to me though. Have you seen it before?" He knocked his knuckles against the monitor with the note.

Yeonjun's eyes narrowed on the screen, before he leaned back with that bored look renewed on his face. "You're both idiots. It's from that one killing a couple weeks ago."

Beomgyu and Soobin traded looks. "What?"

Their eldest brother leaned down to reach the lowest drawer at the desk. From its depths, he fished out a large bag of chips and grabbed a handful to stuff his face with. "Y'know," he garbled and gestured vaguely with his crumb-dusted fingers. "Beomgyu, you know! You were there with me. It was that one lawyer guy who was found dead in his car beneath the bridge. That same note was taped to his windshield."

"Oh yeah," Beomgyu drawled, while Soobin shook his head with a sigh. The former then knocked his foot against the latter's shin. "Aye! You didn't even know it."

"Yeah, because I wasn't on that case," Soobin fired back. He finished off the rest of his bowl of cereal and set the empty ceramic in his lap before crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes, like his brothers', were lined beneath with heavy eye bags. Someone was supposed to be on patrol around the city right now, but neither of the three brothers were in any rush to get up. "So it's just one person going after these people then."

Yeonjun chewed his bottom lip. "Then we just gotta find the connection."

"Was the lawyer guy from a couple weeks ago Lee Sungjae's attorney?" Soobin asked.

Beomgyu grabbed a hold of the wireless keyboard on the desk and braced it upon his thighs. He pulled up an internet browser and typed in their inquiry. All three brothers made noises of disgruntlement; if the lawyer hadn't been Sungjae's attorney, then how were they connected? It was no secret that 99.9 percent of the population here in Gotham had some sort of shadow looming over their shoulder. It was almost impossible to get anywhere without the help of a corrupt figure, whether that be a mob boss like the Penguin or a loan shark with special strategies to get someone to pay up.

Either way, there would be lots of digging required.

"Let's start with Lee Sungjae and the lawyer's records,'' Soobin decided as he sat up in the chair. "We'll sort through phone records, acquire security footage of their movements, their texts, etcetera."

"I call none of those," Yeonjun said. When his younger brothers scowled at him, he raised both hands in feigned surrender with a giggle. "Fine, fine. You're both lookin' at me like I murdered your favorite puppy."

They remained silent.

"What, too soon?"

The basement headquarters suddenly erupted in a dull siren sound, and Beomgyu was swift to pull up a set of footage on one of the monitors. It displayed a section of the sky, a white spotlight circle cast against a massive, dark gray cumulus cloud with a distinct bat shape in the center—their call to action.

All three men were on their feet in an instant—keyboard and cereal bowl abandoned on the table, capes and utility belts clicked into place.

"Meet you losers there!" Yeonjun hollered as the cave filled with the revving roar of his motorcycle engine like a clap of thunder.

Soobin and Beomgyu hurried over to their respective cycles. "Hey, we're not done talking about Yn!" Soobin called to his younger brother.

Beomgyu flashed him a thin smile. "That's what you think!" And he sped away down the runway.

Soobin chuckled to himself, grinning. Then he revved his engine and launched himself after his brothers.

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[pettydollie]

monster - m.s x reader

warnings/notes: 18+, mdni, ageless blogs dni, pretty much no plot smut, cumming, licking/sucking/biting, pet names (sweetheart, angel, and princess), fingering, matt cums without being touched by you, gore, rips off ur clothes, hes kinda a stalker tbh, lowercase intended, reader thinks shes gonna die, like the song says, he eats ur heart a/n: WARNING: THIS MAKES NO SENSE <3 1st divider by @muruffin 2nd banner created by @iwonbin wc: 1.5k

you scream at the top of your lungs, seeing a somewhat familiar(?) creature in your bed. you throw a plushie at him in defense, screaming even louder when his bright blue eyes glow in your direction, illuminating the dark room. they were beautiful, you must admit. you feel enraptured by the color as your breathing slows for a moment. that is until he begins to crawl towards you.

you shriek, scrambling back hurriedly against the bed's frame. you grab onto the headboard, thinking that it might help. SHOCKER, it does nothing. you're cornered by the monster, his fangs peeking out onto his bottom lip. you wince, seeing how the tips draw blood on his pouty lip.

he leans over of you, admiring your gorgeous features. the way oversized ripped black tank dangles above you. oxygen has now left your body. you cant speak. cant scream. cant breathe. he giggles adorably, his hand touching your face with his clawed hand. he brushes it gently. he feels secure and happy. but youre still freaking out. in your head, atleast.

"uuhhh" he lets out a noise. your eyebrows furrow. can he not speak? duh, idiot. you mentally smack your forehead, of course he cant speak english, hes a MONSTER, not human. "um!" you manage to let out in a whisper. "hi.."

this makes the monster smile. his sharp fangs showing. "hi."

"AAAAHHH!" you scream. you hit him in the head with your hand. however, you kinda feel bad when his grin drops. he's offended, he thought you liked him?

"mean." he says, even though he wasn't at all affected by your little tap. he shakes hair out of his face, humming contently. "watched you." he speaks softly and you can see his eyes beginning to change. they're closed more, they have a look of lust and hungry desire.

you feel as though this has happened before. this isn't new. except this time it's different. this time, it's better than that reoccurring dream you have every day. he's real, you know he's real. though you still hesitantly touch his veiny arm, just to make sure.

he still looms over you, his hot breath getting closer to your lips. you don't know why, but you can't shove him off you. you don't want to. you know he's a monster. he's probably killed hundreds of people. he seems unreal as his lips ghost yours. "love you." is all he says before he crashes them hungrily into you.

he's intoxicating. you've never felt this way before. this aching, carnal desire for someone- or rather something you don't even know. "mmph.." you whine before pushing him back slightly, his mouth covered in drool. he licks up your saliva and raises a brow. your breath hitches. "wh..whaddya mean you 'watched me'?.."

he huffs adorably, pawing at the bottom of your tiny shirt, his claws scratching lightly at the fabric. "smelled you. delicious. divine. watched you sleep." he adjusts the two of you on your precious bed, a position where his barely covered dick is in between your soft legs.

you suck in a breath. he's ethereal. how could something so terrifying be so sweet? he begins to pant as if he can't handle being so close to you. "hurt not being with you. you love me too." he shakes the bed as he teared one leg of your pants with his razor sharp nails. you gasp, looking down at the rip, but he snatches your face back to him almost immediately, his hand not leaving your jaw.

"you love me too. you said so." he grumbles needily.

his hands roam your body, snatching the pajamas off your body. you don't even have time to take a breath when he's already done taking off your undergarments. you feel the cool breeze from outside your open window against your hardened nipples.

perhaps you've met him many times before. it feels as though you have, however you can't remember. you don't want to think about it. you can't think about it as soon as his one item of clothing is off his lean body and thrown behind him somewhere. your eyes fill with tears and your breathing picks up heavily.

your pretty eyes scan his entire build shamelessly, and you begin unconsciously rolling your hips into his crotch. you whimper in desperation, but he grabs your delicate hands and brings them towards his chest. "touch me, angel."

as his hands still hold yours, you rub all over his body. you take in a small gasp as you feel his abs. he growls, dropping your hands and then kissing your neck. you whine, his chest touching your perky tits causing you to go into a frenzy. he sucks your sweet spot and you accidentally slip out a pornographic moan. he growls even more, thirsting to taste you.

"heart. mine." he groans, backing away for a moment to stare into your impatient eyes almost as if he were asking a question. you nod without thinking. he bites his lip seductively, red liquid dripping down from his chin to the valley of your breasts.

you breathe heavily and are about to pull him in for another kiss when his face is shoved above your tit, right where your heart is beating. he takes a few seconds to put his ear on your bare skin, listening to the thumping. he whimpers and licks the skin a couple of times before murmuring, "it only hurts for a moment." you're about to question his words but he's faster.

in a millisecond he sinks his fangs into the flesh. hungrily sucking and biting until he can rip open your insides. you can't make any noise. you can hardly even see. well. this isn't exactly how you thought you'd go out, but atleast you had a good run.

your entire body is numb. you don't know how or why, but it is. matthew sniffs your heart and bucks his hips into your thigh hard. he takes a quick breath and eats your heart. he devours the muscle and rubs small circles into your hip to calm you down.

he moans loudly, the noise vibrating off the walls. he almost chokes on his own spit when he releases all over your leg. it's just too good, you're too good.

you're not calm but you're not freaking out. to be honest, you feel high. you can't feel matt's two fingers pressed down onto the side of your neck where your pulse is. he feels the tap tap as he gulps down the last bit of your heart. the hand that was previously on your hip moves to your right hand, kissing it gently.

you can't speak and you wouldn't dare too anyway. you feel fucking fabulous. everything is so clear now. you're not dead. you've just come alive. "i've missed you." he swipes his fingers on his chin, collecting the remains of your blood before sticking them into his mouth whorishly.

he pants, wiping the sweat from his forehead. you gaze at the falling beads, wanting to lick it all up. your tongue lolls out in anticipation. you'll ask about what's happened later, but for now, you need him. you roughly grab ahold of his shoulders and his hands come to rest on your waist. you sit up on your knees, him brushing your hair behind you as you do so.

he looks up at you angelically with hearts in his luminous eyes and you know you have the same hearts beating in yours. "oh, sweetheart." he coos and moves his hand down to your clit, rubbing ferociously. you whine, rolling your hips into his fingers.

"fuck! mm.!" you shut your eyes tightly and he smirks wildly, moving them to your entrance where they're shoved inside. you moan, your eyes bursting open. "oh my.. GOD!-"

"not my name, princess." he ushers you on, trying to get you to spill. he knows you remember his name now. and he wants to hear it. his fingers pump at a faster pace to edge you on.

you don't think, just squeal, "matthew! ugh, mmm..!!" you squirt all over his fingers, coating them in your fluids. he pulls them out immediately, dragging his digits into his mouth again, sucking your cum off. you move to straddle his lap, sucking hickeys into his neck. his claws graze your back as he pulls his fingers out with a pop.

his hand moves from your back to your neck, roughly wrapping it around. he pulls you off and brings you into a hot and wet kiss. its a type of kiss you see in movies. one that says, "i love you" or "i missed you so very much."

when he pulls back, your swollen lips form a pout. he chuckles attractively, placing his thumb on your bottom lip. "hiya sweetheart."

literally wtf was that. im so sorry LMAO

tags: @stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee @freshsturns

[neon-pink-skies]

Bakugou x Reader (Comfort) Period pains

Heyyyy, I got this Idea after reading smth and it has probably been written soooo many times but I wanna make it more self inserted. Overall it’s about the reader getting their period and Bakugou comforts them, I will still use gender-neutral pronouns tho! The quirk I will be using is called light manifestation: The user can create any object that will be glowing with a white-yellowish color and uses some of the user's body temperature over time.

If the quirk is used too much then the user's body will grow cold and immobile leaving them unable to summon anything. The hero costume is built to keep the user warm at any time to lessen the effect of overusing the quirk. Word count: 1,685

“Have you noticed (Y/N)s change in behavior? They seem more…” kaminari whispered to Kirishima thinking about the right word to say.

„…Depressed?“ Kirishima finished his sentence and kaminari nodded only to get hit on the back of his head by bakugou.

„It’s their pms you Idiots, also don’t talk behind the back of others!“ he corrected them loudly, making you perk up from your slouched position at your desk.

You could see the trio bickering, making you more annoyed than cheerful. You were already tired and had a headache, so having them be so loud didn‘t help at all.

,,Can you guys please be more quiet?‘‘ you asked with slight annoyance coming through your tone of voice making the trio quiet down.

You laid your head down on your arms as you blocked out everything that was going on around you. A chair was put down beside you while you didn‘t notice and suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and slightly winced at the sudden touch.

‚,It‘s just me, don‘t worry.‘‘ The familiar voice from bakugou soothed you as you relaxed again and fell asleep.

,,Wow bakugou, I didn‘t think you could be this calm and caring.‘‘ Shoto said in a monotonous yet soft voice earning a death glare from bakugou and a few ‘Awws‘ from the girls.

,,Be glad they are sleeping or I would’ve killed you all by this second.‘‘ He carefully whispered so he wouldn‘t you wake up.

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A few days had passed and it was in the middle of the night when you woke up from massive pain in your lower abdomen. It felt like someone was stabbing you from the inside and it made you sit up and curl into a ball to get some warmth or pain release. 'I really don't wanna get up, I might wake up the others' Besides the fact the pain was going down your legs too, you didn't want to cause any trouble so you decided to just lay in bed and endure the pain. But it didn't take too long until you grew sick of the pain and actually wanted it gone, grabbing your cherry pit cushion/Hot water bottle and making your way downstairs. You silently thanked the person who made the layout of the dorms as every other room was on the 1st and 2nd floor so no one could hear you when you were in the kitchen. Or so you thought when you heard someone coming down the stairs. 'Please don't let it be Mr. Aizawa' You prayed silently before getting suddenly hugged from behind seeing the blonde spikey hair in the corner of your eye.

You sighed in relief ,,Katsuki you scared me there for a moment, I thought you were Mr.Aizawa.''

Bakugou looked at you with a slightly annoyed face as he replied,,I feel offended.'' You laughed a bit at his words as you apologized. The microwave/water boiler made a sound signaling it was done and you sighed in relief to finally get rid of the pain for now. You took the now-hot item and placed it on your lower stomach and sighed in relief. ,,Oh, did you just get them?'' Bakugou asked casually to which you nodded before you got suddenly carried bridal style making you gasp in surprise. ,,Katsuki what are you doing??'' You hissed with confusion at him but got shushed by him as he was going up the stairs. ,,I'm carrying you to your room dumbass, what else would I be doing.'' He hissed back and opened to door to your room by using his elbow to push down the handle. He set you down on your bed and cuddled close to you placing his hands on the heating item so it wouldn't move too much. ,,I can walk you know?'' You replied as you readjusted the heating item.

He rolled his eyes before glaring slightly at you ,,I know your legs hurt as well when this happens. Stop refusing my help.'' You gave up and just smiled and enjoyed the warmth of both him and the heating item, going back to sleep.

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The next few days, Bakugou continued to sleep with you at night to make sure you could get painless sleep by holding you close and supporting the heating item every night so it wouldn't move. Over the day he would make sure you drank lots of water since he knew it could also lessen the pain, staying as much by your side as possible to make sure you were okay. When it was training time, bakugou and you had a small argument as to if you should participate or not since both of you were unsure if the pain would get worse or lessen through training. You won the argument under the condition that you would dip out of the fight if your pain got too much. Everyone got paired up to fight 2v2 with you being in a team sero. Little to your surprise you got paired to fight against Midoria and Denki. The other classmates were watching the fight on a big screen as bakugou was unusually tense when you and sero had to fight. He secretly hoped Midoria wouldn't go too hard against you. 'I will fry Deku to a shrimp if he dares to go hard on (Y/N)', he swore to himself quietly as he watched.

You had fought with sero before so you both knew how to use each other's quirk to advance. You both quickly ran over the short plans A and B before starting. The round now started with a loud signal and both teams made their way to the middle, or so it seemed because you and sero made your way along the sides to ambush midoria and Denki from behind.

You and sero made sure to keep it stealthy and stayed low to the ground as you both knew midoria would be on top of the pipes. It didn't take too long until you both found Denki and wrapped him in Seros tape, making him immobile. A big pipe suddenly flew towards you 2 making you create a glowing pillar that shot up from the ground below you to launch you up in the air. You took the pillar mid-air and launched it at midoria who grabbed it but got engulfed in big glowing ropes as you morphed it.

Everyone watched in awe except bakugou who was boiling with rage more than usual balling his fist, knowing midoria he wouldn't go easy now. The fight dragged on for a few minutes with sero getting Denki to the 'prison' as quick as possible while you and midoria had a spar, after he broke through the ropes, with you staying in defense and slipping through the pipes and parkouring around, trying to lose midoria. He had trouble keeping up with you as you could easily slip through 2 pipes where he couldn't obviously fit through leaving him to find a way around. He was chasing you the best he could now from above as you ran below him between the seemingly endless pipes. Bakugou watched as he was on edge on the inside, obviously not showing it. 'Come on (Y/N), you have to remember what I taught you!' he thought in hopes it would come soon, and to his surprise you did remember. You jumped over one of the pipes before you took a very sharp turn by jumping against the next pipe, doing a backflip with a half twist, making you face the opposite way and run the way midoria came from and surprise him with the sudden change of ways. Using the moment as quickly as you could while he wasn't paying attention, you stomped on the ground hard while landing to shoot a pillar upwards from the ground and hit him in his torso. Bakugou smiled smugly as he watched Midoria crash into one of the pipes and fall rather hard to the ground as he held his chest. The fight was now over as you tied him up and put him in the 'prison' where Denki was in.

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You apologized to midoria for hitting him harder than intended after the fight before joining bakugou to spectate the next match with him hugging you from behind and setting his head on your shoulder. ,,So, how did I do hm?'' You smiled as you looked at him from the side making him look at you in return, a smug appearance on his face again.

,,I'm glad you remembered what I taught you, you would've lost if you didn't.'' He replied quietly as you chuckled. ,,Do you still feel pain?'' He asked you now as you shook your head in return. ,,I think the fighting exercise actually helped me.'' You said while remembering that you haven't felt any pain other than the ones from the fight itself.

He nodded at that and you both watched the next fight on the big screen, it was Kirishima with Tokoyami against Iida and Aoyama. The winner was pretty obvious as Aoyama was out of the fight rather quickly. The next fight was between bakugou and Mina against Kouda and Momo.

The Fight was also over rather quickly as Bakugou blasted everything around him with mina. As soon as the current and next battle was over you could all change and go back to your dorms.

It didn't take long before some of your classmates decided to watch something on TV and set down around it. You were now laying on the couch on bakugou as he read a book while you watched something on TV with a few other classmates. You tapped him on his arm to get his attention as he looked away from his book and towards you now. ,,Thank you for caring for me the last days by the way.'' You thanked him quietly so no one else would notice.

He nodded with a small smile and patted your head gently before going back to reading his book, you laid your head back down on him smiling, and continued to watch the TV.

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Ahhhh I'm glad to finally finish this because it was so hard to write this with pain, tho I think I'm lucky to only have pain on my first day haha. anyways I hope you liked this as much as my other works. Don't forget to request stuff if you want to, Peace out!

[rosaren2498]

Warnings: Angst, blood, torture in the name of science (like the Augustine Society from The Vampire Diaries), implied past rape (it also almost happens but is interrupted before it can go that far), past captivity/imprisonment, reader wishes for death, organ removal

Please be careful and let me know if I missed anything!!! I want to tag the warnings properly but I never know what might trigger someone.

Also, I usually write in Fem 3rd Person and then edit it to be 2nd Person so it's more gender neutral so please inform me if I missed anything during my editing process, I do this on mobile.

Nightmare or Memory

It was cold.

So cold that you had long stopped shivering. So cold that you had accepted long ago that you might never know warmth again.

It was cold, and you wished you could say it was dark, but the lights shining in your eyes never went away; never dimmed, darkened, nor turned off. At least not while you were conscious.

You minutely flinched at the sound of metal scrapping on metal; you knew by now what that sound meant. You caught a flash of metal out the corner of your left eye, the scalpel reflecting the bright white fluorescent lighting.

"How are we doing today?"

You bared your teeth even as you felt the warm press of the blade against the naked skin of your chest. It had used to be cold to the touch, but now it was warmer than you. "Go to hell," you hissed.

His laughter seemed to echo around you; it was almost as if he'd laughed directly into your ears. It was dark, twisted, almost aggravated. The way the blade dug into your skin reflected it; cruel and aggressive, not as precise as usual.

Your breath hitched at the sharp bloom of pain. You think you'd be used to it by now, after all this time, but the first kiss of the blade never failed to steal your breath. You bit back cries, screams, and pleas for surcease that you knew would fall on deaf ears and do nothing, save for make him smug. However, you could not withhold your tears. As you squeezed your eyes shut and prayed for your life to finally end, tears slipped from the corners of your eyes, running into your hair.

The scalpel was eventually exchanged for something to keep the y-shaped cut -now on your chest and bleeding- open and you choked on a sob as it was forced open further. Seconds later, the first scream tore from your throat as his hands rooted around inside you.

"Ah, here we are."

You choked again as a hand grabbed one of your lungs and began pulling, the scream that was building in your throat abruptly cutting off when the lung ripped free. You tasted copper and you couldn't breathe; your vision was rapidly darkening.

"Oh, come now, don't pass out on me just yet." The voice was distant, cold and disappointed. It was also the only warning you got before blinding pain lit up your every nerve-ending and you let out an unearthly scream that seemed to echo in the room. "There you go."

You gasped desperately for breath as the pain slowly began to subside, and you were almost too distracted to realize where his hands were now; almost. You stiffened at the press of fingers on your thighs, another choked sob slipping out. Your lung had already grown back and you took a deep breath to speak.

"Please. Please kill me," you begged.

He laughed cruelly, forcing your thighs further apart. "Why would I do that? You're so beautiful like this. Chest open, blood and tears all over, spread open for me..." His voice had taken on an almost desperate edge and you shuddered in revulsion.

You closed your eyes again as your breathing sped up. 'Please don't,' you thought. 'Please make it stop.' You gagged when something blunt and thick pressed against you, then everything went still. It was an unnatural stillness, accompanied by a preternatural silence interrupted only by your quick breathing, until someone suddenly spoke.

"Enough."

Your eyes snapped open at the deep voice that you did not recognize. The ceiling had been eclipsed by dark storm clouds that swallowed the bright fluorescent lights. It plunged the room into shadows, interspersed with flashes of lightning. The doctor that had been positioned between your legs was gone, as were all his tools, including the one keeping the cut on your chest open. Instead, there was a dark figure standing to the right of the table you were strapped to. You flinched when he moved, but he only unfastened the buckles of your restraints.

You eyed him warily, slowly sitting up when your hands were free; your wrists were bruised and bloody from your thrashing. Your thighs twitched with the urge to snap shut when his fingers brushed your ankle while he undid the restraints there too; as soon as you were free, you were curling up in an attempt to hide yourself. You weren't sure whether to thank him, or ask who he was. Your mouth opened, but it quickly shut with an audible click of teeth when he removed his coat and held it out to you. You hesitated only a moment, terrified he would snatch it back the moment you reached for it, before taking it and slipping it over your naked body.

"Thank you."

Your voice was quiet, rough and hoarse from your screams. You adjusted the coat to be tighter around you and were abruptly stunned by the scent that smacked you in the face. It was rich, ozone and thunderstorms, plus something you couldn't quite identify, though your mind whispered stars, as if they had a scent; it settled something inside you.

"Are you alright?"

His voice was as quiet as yours had been and you shuddered at how deep it was, curling further into his coat. You could still feel your own blood on your chest, could feel it sticking as it dried; you hoped none of it ended up on his coat.

"It's not the first time this has happened." Your eyes fell to the ground, your voice taking on a bitter tone. "It won't be the last." With your gaze on the ground, you missed the twitch and twist in his expression.

"This was not an ordinary nightmare."

It was not a question, but you shook your head and answered anyways. "Not a nightmare; a memory."

"How long has this plagued you?"

You looked up at him now, a frown marring your features. You felt your defensiveness rise up, but what you'd been about to say died in your throat when you met his eyes. Twin stars, burning, endlessly burning, stared out at you; you found yourself answering his question without thought and with complete honesty.

"130 years, give or take. 'Course, that's what happens when you spend well over a century held captive by a secret society hellbent on discovering your secret to immortality so that they may replicate it to 'better the world.' "

His expression darkened once more, but you did not find yourself afraid of him, even as the very shadows seemed to stretch out from him; something told you he wasn't angry with you.

"Who are you?" The words did not come out as demanding as you had meant them too, instead coming out more curious than anything. Though that was, perhaps, for the best. Just because he wasn't angry with you doesn't mean he couldn't be.

He eyed you as if debating whether or not he should answer your question. You shifted in your spot, a little uncomfortable with his intense gaze on you, as you waited; you could be patient, but the silence stretched on. Just as you were beginning to think he simply wouldn't answer, he spoke.

"I am Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams and Nightmares."

You stiffened once more, your grip on his cost tightening. An Endless. He was an Endless. "You... Fuck, you're an Endless. And not just any Endless. No, you just so happen to be the second most powerful Endless, and the King of Dreams and Nightmares. Wonderful."

Dream seemed startled by your knowledge of him. He stepped closer to you, his eyes narrowing. "You know of me?"

You snorted at the understatement, unable to help it. "Know of you? Just about everyone in the Supernatural Community knows of you, and your family, Lord Dream. Not everyone believes, of course, but I suppose you could call me a... special case. I've dealt with your family before. Plus, I believe you and I have a mutual friend: Hob Gadling."

Dream frowned. "What do you mean you've dealt with my family before? How do you know Hob?"

You shifted in place, tightening his coat around you once more. "Easy question first. I met Hob about 350 years ago, at that tavern that has since closed down. We spent most of the night drinking and talking. Actually, he spent the night talking about you, though he clearly had no idea who you were." You don't even try to hide fond smile on your face. "I knew right away that he wasn't normal, but it took him about 50 years to realize I wasn't human." You snorted, then startled when you realized there was the barest hint of a smile on his face. The tiny smile made his entire face seem to shift, becoming more open and inviting; it stole your breath.

"And how do you know of my family?"

The smile was wiped from your face as you abruptly tensed. You gave a heavy sigh, but were determined to be honest. "I've not met them all. I often speak with your older sister, Teleute, just about every time I see her. But I was originally introduced to your family when..." You trailed off, hesitating as one of your hands absentmindedly traced at your chest where you had been cut open. "Let's just say, I became intimately familiar with your younger sister's realm while I was held captive; I still keep in contact with her sometimes, though her twin is no longer welcome in my presence."

He raised an eyebrow at your vagueness. "You have something against Desire. What?"

You grit your teeth in remembrance. "That is extremely personal and I'd rather not discuss it. Let's just say I was foolish once and they took advantage, hm?" You can still remember their laughter, the look in their golden eyes when you had confronted them 130 years ago... No, you could not tell Dream that Desire was the reason you had been imprisoned, even if it had not been entirely intentional on their part; you still weren't convinced that it hadn't been.

His expression twisted, clearly irritated with the lack of a concrete answer, but, surprisingly, he did not push; perhaps he could tell how you would shatter if he did? He gazed at you for a silent moment before he spoke once more. "This nightmare won't trouble you any longer."

You blinked a few times, startled. You opened your mouth, planning on saying something, anything. Perhaps planning to ask if you heard him correctly, or maybe to ask him why he would bother, but his next words seemed to echo around the room and vibrate in your very bones.

"This dream is over."

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You jerked awake in bed, sitting up and panting heavily. Your hand flew up to your chest, tracing the y-shaped scar that had rested there for over 200 years now; as your heartrate decreased, you took stock of the rest of yourself. Your hair was a tangled mess and you ran your fingers through it in a futile attempt to tame it. Your room was dark, though that was more due to your blackout curtains than it being late; the light peaking out underneath them and the clock on your bedside table told you that it was almost 1 o'clock in the afternoon. Hob would be expecting you at the New Inn soon.

You leveraged yourself out of bed, freezing the moment you looked down at yourself. You were still wearing your typical wine-colored tank top and black shorts that you always wore to bed, but over top them was a long black coat; the inner-lining was made of a veritable night sky. The end of your nightmare came back to you and you had to practice slow breaths so as not to hyperventilate; well, you had quite the story for Hob when you saw him at work... and Teleute the next time they saw each other too. Although... how were you supposed to return his coat?

[multiverse-imagines]

Reverse Isekai au! It's been two months since Wolfwood joined you and Vash! Shenanigans always ensue! Today's episode

Wet Wolf

July 2nd, year 3

You were hard at work on your computer. It had been an easy day by most definitions, and you were almost ready to end your day early due to your productivity.

Just before you sent out one last email, your phone lit up, showing Wolfwood's contact id, a picture you'd taken of him with his bike, Angelina the Third. He had left shortly after lunch, wanting to enjoy the nice weather after the heavy rain from yesterday.

"What up, Preacher?" You answered cheerfully.

"Hey… so, I need you to come get me…" 

"W-why?"

"Um… I drove Angelina through a puddle and she quit working…"

"You hydroplaned your motorcycle?" You asked, not mad, just astounded. You knew that Commander Red had taken Wolfwood through a Driver's Ed program when you visited the ADE last. He knew the hazards of driving through water and other weather conditions. 

"Y-yeah. I'm also soaked. Can you bring me some clothes too?"

"Jesus Christ, Wolfy. Yeah, I can do that. Send me your location, and I'll come get you." Your voice settled into its kind and comforting tone.

"Cool, will do. Thanks, Honey." He said, giving away the humiliation in his voice. He hung up the phone, and you made your way down to his room to retrieve a set of clothes for him. 

"Vash! I gotta go get Wolfy! I'll be back soon!" You said, jumping into your truck, and you once again looked at your phone to see he wasn't too far out. He was in town, in one of the residential neighborhoods. A good place to take a leisurely drive. 

You made your way there, jamming to music with the windows down, and soon found him sitting on the curb with his bike nearby. 

"Hey there, Hot Stuff, how much for the confessional?" You remarked with an odd mixture of snark and comforting tones.

"Ugh, maybe a burger and some fries." He said, standing from the curb.

"Ahah, a cheap date. What a lucky find!" You continued the bit as you got out of the truck, and opened the back tailgate. Wolfwood sighed as he lifted the bike with ease, and placed it into the truck bed.

You had almost forgotten how easily he lifted heavy things. The fact that The Punisher was nearly 300 pounds often slipped your mind. He closed the tailgate and trudged into the front seat of the truck, having a seat on the towels you'd placed, with a huff.

You got in with a soft smile, and drove to the gas station down the street, so Wolfwood could change his clothes. He sighed with relief as he climbed back into the truck. He carried his wet clothes in a bag, as well as a new pack of smokes, a new lighter, and a bottle of coke.

He took a drink, and seemed to calm down a tad. He held the pack of cigarettes in his hand, wishing he could have a smoke as they drove home. 

"You may have… one cigarette on the way home." You could practically feel his desire for a smoke, "Window open please." You said sternly, but mostly with kindness. You didn't want the smoke from the cigarettes to damage your truck, but… you supposed you could make an exception just this once.

Nicholas gave you a wide smile as he rolled the window down, and quickly grabbed a cigarette from the pack, lighting it up. He took a deep inhale, his body visibly relaxing as the nicotine entered his body. He rested against the seat, his hair still lightly dripping. He whispered a thank you, calling you by name, "I… didn't interrupt your work, did I?"

"Nah, I was done already. Are you okay? That must have been a surprise for you. You probably never drove through a puddle before. I shouldn't be so surprised that you didn't know."

"N-nah, I remember being told to be careful about puddles I couldn't see the bottom of. I didn't think that was that deep." He gave a guilty frown as he took another puff, "God, I hope the damage isn't too bad." He shook his head.

"She should be fine, Nicholas. A little water won't kill the trusty Angelina the third. We'll look at her once you've dried off and gotten food." You remarked, pulling into the drive thru of a fast food place. They ordered some food, and Nicholas ate his on the way home. He had been on his way to get food, and was practically starving. 

Once the two of you got home, Wolfwood went to go shower, at your request. Vash came from the loft, where he had just finished his own shower.

"Hey, is Wolfwood okay?"

"I think his hubris is a little damaged, but it looks like we won't be looking for an Angelina 4. The bike will be fine."

"That's good." Vash nodded, letting out a breath.

[mermaid--bride]

{ @the-coincidence-child }

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( "Annoying..." }

[He thought in his head. He'd simply decided to walk up on the other floors away from the middle school that was downstairs underneath the high schoolers, hoping it would give him some peace away from constant torment or annoying girls. But no, why would he even think he could get some peace up here. The Sakamaki family was popular, specifically with the girls. Not sitting right with any of the boys they would sit there aggravated listening to their girlfriends or crushes swoon over them, even little Aslan fell victim to the fan pages and so on. But those boys wouldn't dare bother those big intimidating Sakamaki's no... No they wouldn't even wanna think about it. But Aslan on the other hand. He was small, scrawny, and delicate. Picking on him seemed so easy, and not only that Aslan in no way scared them in any shape or form, so when they saw him roaming the halls they cornered him, spilling their cup of jealously and anger out on him. There was so much they could pick on him for. Too much if anything.]

". . ."

[ "Are ya just gonna stand there like a little pussy or what?" ] The 2nd year male student spat at him.

"..Hmph..." Aslan turned his head to the side seeming almost unbothered.

[ "Tch.. You Sakamaki's think yer all high and mighty... Better then the rest of us, just cuz yer all rich and pretty. Well I got news for you kid you ain't nothin'." ] The boy spout at him. Aslan kept his eyes away, pretending they weren't even there he turned his music on his headphones louder.

[They continued to make fun of him, insult him in every way they could. But Aslan stayed still, "Be the bigger person" played in his head like the song that he kept playing over and over again he'd fear the song might start playing out his ears. It wasn't until one of the older boys got fed up and ripped his headset off throwing them on the floor stepping on it. Aslan looked in shock as he saw his headset get smashed into pieces. Suddenly he was grabbed by his collar lifted up and pressed into the window harshly. He fiddled with the mans wrists scratching at them his legs kicking as well as his head moving around a bunch.]

[ "You better listen up you little freak." ]

"Let go of me you dick!! I'll fucking kill— trch.. Gaah..!"

[ "Pfftt.. Right I forgot, you can't threaten people or fight anymore right? Oh no what a shame, that Reiji can't come and save you now can he? Haha..!" ]

[ "Even if he could, a stupid little kid like him wouldn't get that far against us. I bet the kids downstairs beat you up all the time, little useless half breed." ]

[ "Are you even related to them? If my brother was half human I think I'd kill him or disown him on the spot. I bet they wanna do that with you right little half breed? I wouldn't want a freak like you." ] He flicked the side of Aslan's head.

[The boys were provoking him. Hoping he'd try and fight them so he'd get in trouble. He only struggled in the older boys grip on his now hair he kicked and scratched but he didn't feel like getting a scolding for fighting by Reiji plus a massive punishment by... That guy..]

[He suddenly noticed, at the top of the stairs a girl standing there. He hated looking weak, or seeming weak to people. So he closed his eyes and continued clawing at the boys wristt.]

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Kazemi was pretty tired from all the classes and homework. As always, school was just not the place she would like to be in, but she knew better than to argue with Ruki about it.

While walking through the halls during break time, she heard some some ruckus going on by the stairs below her and decided to check only to find two boys cornering a smaller one against the window. She stood at the top of the starts for a quile, observing and listening to the situation getting caught in surprise when the smaller boy finally noticed her.

Suddenly music filled the air. The sound of Kazemi's voice travelled through the area while she made sure to hide from the boys' view. Soon ghost like hallucinations appeared, whispering and moaning around the two bullies, followed by a sudden water explosion in the nearby drinker, making the boys run for their lives.

The girl calmly walked down the stairs towards the younger boy against the window. Her face was expressionless, yet there was a hint of kindness in her eyes. Her scent was similar to a vampire, although there was clearly something else about her.

"Are you ok?" She asked quietly.

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Muichiro x Male Y/n (Chap 3)

Y/n woke up to a knock on the door. Y/n knowing perfectly well who it is got up and walked to the door growing in Martin from the way he slept. He opened the door to see An unknown man, this wasn't what y/n expected to meet in the morning, "Who are you?", you said with confusion. You were still in your Pj's. He giggle, to which sound like an annoying mouse, but you just snatched you heard, "My names Haruki Fuseijitsu (His last name means untrusted/untrustful), I'm the 1st option your father chose for your hand. I hope we can get along"

I glared at him up and down, trying to not look like I was judging him. I smile, "Sorry about my behaviour, I tend to be quite grumpy in the morning, just let me get changed", you said while closing the door. Y/n was slightly annoyed, thinking he was too nice, and you shouldn't trust him. You signed and got changed from your sleeping wear. You moved forward towards the door hearing your mother speak, "I will leave you two alone to get along. Please take care. After that you heard foot step of your mothers feet. I groaned opening the door with a fake smile, "I'm done, would you like to-", you got covered by the mouth and you looked dead straight ago the man trying to speak to be seen as weak. He snarled, "Your a brat, I bet. Look the only reason I'm here is because my parents want something of me, so if you don't choose me I'll rip your mouth of and leave you for dead", he laughed, "Your only alive right now because your father wanted to fuck that beautiful with of his", he tightened his grip and this activated your anger more then it did. First this man comes out of no where, says he'll kill you, then now he's calling your adoptive mother beautiful. That's it, you grabbed his hand bending it back with huge amounts of force, breaking his rist, and sending him flying on the floor, "Listen here child, I don't see myself as more than you, and I see that you can change. But if you think I'm going to marry a man that annoys me and thinks he's the boss, then your wrong. I'm not a blood relative to our master, in fact, I'm adoptive, so don't assume things you don't know. 2nd, I will not be marrying you, good bye", you said still holding your smile. This man was shocked, he expected you to be weak and a weakling, but how much he has mistaken you for. You smiled more walking forward and grabbing is hair making him yell, "LET ME THE HELL GOOOOO!", this caught your mothers and father ears, making them check out what was going on. You throw him by the ear all 15 ms away from the front of the mansion, "If I was to marry you", you pause and pity him, "It will bring dishonorer to both of us"

~1 mouth later~

You were eating dinner, waiting for the 2nd option of the arranged marriage would be. You glanced door then back at your father, "When will he be coming?", you said. You father laughed, "Slow and steady, he'll be here"

"But it's been 2 hours. If we are meant to be I don't want him to be late for the wedding", you joked. The room was full of giggles, and with a bang a man with long brown hair, falls throw the door. He lands face first, "I'm sorry, I'm so clumsy. I'm Kemono Chairo (Beast Brown), your future husband. Wait, no I didn't mean to say it like that. I mean, I could be, but... um... Wow, you really cute, but you look quite different from the rest of the family. Do you have different genes?", he paused for breath, "Am I talking too much?"

You laughed, "A little, but it's okay, and to answer your question from before. I am adopted, but this is my family, adoptive or not"

"Aww, your so truthful. Sorry if that made me sound like a simp, but I'm able to tell if someone is lying to me", he simmered. You smiled gently, "It's fine, at least your not like the last one, you seem really nice.

(Make sure to follow for part 4)

[moonlight-cp]

Proxy in Command (Creepypasta x Reader) Chapter 9

Series Masterlist

I yawned as I was putting my black combat boots on. It had been the next day and I was prepping myself for my morning patrol. I stood in front of the mirror as I placed my hood up from my assassin uniform. I heard footsteps outside my room as I was putting on my mouth guard which made me furrow my eyebrows.

No one should be awake at seven in the morning seeing as the proxies weren't joining me for patrol. The other pastas go on a killing spree late at night, never in the morning, so who could have been awake?

I grabbed my dagger from my desk and made my way outside of my room. I closed the door and looked around to find him but it appeared I was the only one in the hallway. As I made my way to the staircase, I finally saw L.J at the bottom.

"Where are you going?" I asked him as I was going downstairs.

He turned around and showed me his famous smirk. "My dear Y/N, I could ask you the same thing."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm on patrol again," I replied as I stood next to him.

"May I join you? I woke up this morning with an urge to kill. It feels as if I haven't killed a child in ages," he complained. "And it would benefit us both. If your victim tries to flee, I can always teleport and kill them."

"I'll have you know none of my victims have absconded me," I growled. "I don't need your aid when I've gone on patrol for more than 100 times."

Some might say I let my pride get the best of me and truth is, I agree. I always hated getting called weak or even worse, knowing that people thought low of me.

He chuckled while raising his hands in surrender. "Calm down y/n, I know you take your little job too seriously," he joked as he patted my head which received a glare from me.

"Whatever, I'm leaving," I gritted out as I walked away to open the door.

"Wait for me!"

/~~~/

It had been over 30 minutes after we started on the patrol but got no sign of human trespassing. L.J would make a few jokes here and there but most of the time we were silent and on high alert. 

"You know what's the best thing about children?" He asked me. I raised my eyebrow at him, not wanting to speak. "Their organs taste good!"

"And why are you informing me?" I asked.

"Because I think I spot a girl with her dad," he stated. We both hid behind a tree and waited for the man and child to get closer.

Once they were a few meters away from us, I noticed the girl was around 7 or 8. She had long brown curly hair with a pink dress but what caught my attention was that her legs had blood and she was crying. I widen my eyes as soon as I realized what he had done to her.

I felt a spark ignite inside of me. A feeling that I couldn't describe. I wanted to take out my anger towards him for what he did to the girl but for some reason, I couldn't hurt the girl. I had the urge to protect her. Never in my life did I felt sympathetic towards humans. I've killed babies, toddlers, teenagers, and young adults without having remorse or doubt. So why did I change for that one girl? I could kill her and end her petty life. I could make all her pain disappear if I murdered her but why can't I bring myself to do it?

L.J looked at me in confusion when he saw my anger expression. He knew I was pissed at the man.

The man threw the girl and grabbed a rock nearby. I felt my body move to him on its own.

"How old is she?" I shouted at him. He turned around and smirked. The girl raised her knees and started sobbing loudly.

"Look, kid. In case you didn't know, its not Halloween." He snickered. "And 2nd, who are you?"

I felt more hatred towards him after he said that. He reminded me of Jeff when he made fun of my uniform when we retrieved L.J.

"How. Old. Is. She." I repeated. "If you won't answer my question and drop the rock, then there will be consequences," I threatened him as I got my dagger out.

"You think you scare me brat? You're just a teenage girl who's on her period. No wonder you think yourself as a badass," he teased.

That was the last straw. I sprinted towards him while he widens his eyes. He tried to throw the rock at me but missed. I tried to punch him in the face but he held my wrist. I then kicked him in the stomach which made him groan.

I turned around and saw L.J making his way towards the young girl. I knew he wanted to kill her.

"L.J deal with him while I talk to the girl," I demanded.

"What? You know I only kill children." He reminded me.

"Yeah but today's your lucky day, now do as I say," I said as I made my way towards the girl.

L.J mumbled a few cuss words but obliged.

The girl whimpered when she realized I was making my way towards her. She hit her back on the tree as she tried to crawl away.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," I assured. I threw my dagger away and raised my hands in surrender.  I pulled down my hood and my mouthguard. Once I was in front of her, I dropped onto my knees while placing my hands on my thighs. I then noticed she had green eyes. "I'm Y/N L/N but you can call me Y/N. What's your name and how old are you?"

"I'm S-Sally W-Williams" she replied.  "I'm n-nine". She still had fear in her eyes.

I smiled. "Sally is a beautiful name, "I complimented her.

She widens her eyes for a few seconds before smiling back. "Thank you! I love your name too!"

I slowly sat down cross-legged and reached my hands to touch hers. I didn't know how to comfort someone seeing as I was always alone with Slenderman throughout these years. I just hope I was doing the right thing.

"Who is that man?" I asked her. He then screamed as L.J was killing him. She tried to turn her head to look at him but I grabbed her chin right on time. I didn't want her to see his death.

"My u-uncle," she answered and started to cry again. "H-he t-touched and I-I-." I immediately pulled her into a hug while she cried on my shoulder.  

"Slenderman won't allow it," L.J scoffed. I glared at him as I stood up. Sally raised her hands so that I can carry her. She wrapped her legs on my waist while her arms on my neck. I bent down to grab my dagger and put it in my pocket on my pants.

"She can be the reason why the guys can stop arguing. Think about it, would they still cuss in front of her? I'm sure Slenderman wouldn't allow it," I explain.

"Hate to burst your bubble but Slenderman despises humans especially kids. Why would she be any different?"

Now it was my turn to scoff. "Whatever, I won't allow it. Can you get rid of the body while I take her to the mansion?" 

He sighed and teleported away along with the body. I then started to make my way to the mansion. Sally was too quiet meaning she's thinking or she's sleeping.

"Sally?" I spoke out. "Are you awake?" I felt her nod as she laid her head on my shoulder. The mansion was a few minutes away but then L.J teleported next to me.

"I got rid of the body," he declared.

I nodded and felt Sally turn her head to look at him. "I like your nose sir"

L.J stared at her for a few seconds before nodding. "Thank you... uh... I never get compliments for my nose," he admitted.

"Did you get rid of my uncle's body?" She asked with a sweet tone. "I'm happy that he's dead"

L.J and I widen our eyes as soon as she confessed that. My lips curled into a small smile as soon as I realized she reminded me of my younger self.

"I like her already," L.J laughed. "She isn't like any other kid."

As soon as we were in the mansion, we heard gaming noises from the living room. Because the living room was close to the door, I saw Jeff and Ben playing games. L.J and I were near the living room entrance when Jeff saw us.

"What are you guys-" Jeff paused the game as soon as he saw Sally. "Why did you bring a child?"

Ben, who was curious about the "child" walked near Jeff and widen his eyes. "You're going to get in trouble," he teased me. He then noticed the blood on her legs and widen his eyes. "Was she ra-"

I gave him my famous death glare. "I need to talk to Slenderman about it. Hopefully, he'll understand"

After I said that, Slenderman appeared and stared at me. "What is that child doing inside my mansion? Explain yourself" he yelled. Seeing as Sally was facing the door based on how I held her, she had to turn her head back to look at him.

"Sir, look through my memories and you'll understand why, " I calmly spoke out. Slenderman had taught me how to block out my thoughts from him in case if something happens but in this case, I let him. I never understood why he would teach me that nor what would happen.

He sighed and rubbed his temple. "If she's staying here, you're taking care of her. She'll sleep in your old room but I have no idea how you're going to change her clothes if we don't have any," he explained.

On cue, the Slender brothers all teleported behind L.J, slightly startling him.

"Sweet mother of Zalgo, you weren't kidding when you said they look like Slenderman," L.J exclaimed. I turn around and saw the trio. Sally, who's now facing Slenderman, waved at him. Slenderman, however, studied her.

"Is that a child?" Splendor squealed.

I nodded. "Trender I need your help with her clothes. I don't have mine from when I was a child, "I admitted.

He nodded and teleported in front of me. "Of course y/n" he then teleported us to my room. "How old is she?"

"Nine" I answered. He nodded and teleported away.

I placed Sally down and held out my hand so that she can follow me. We walked inside my bathroom.

"Sally, do you like bubble baths?"

She jumped and nodded. "I do!"

I  filled the tub with warm water and poured bubble bath soap underneath the faucet. I turned around and saw Sally still standing there with a smile as she watched the bubbles starting to form. After the tub was nearly full, I turned the faucet off and looked at her.

"I'll give you 20 minutes so you can clean yourself." She nodded and raised her hands. I tilted my head in confusion. "Why are you doing that?"

"I need help to take off my dress," she answered. "I also need help washing my hair"

I was shocked based on what she told me. When I was her age, I already knew how to wash my hair and body. I also didn't know how to wash someone else. Would she be comfortable with me touching her after the incident with her uncle?

I slowly bent down and pulled her pink dress up. I took of her undergarment, shoes, and socks and placed her inside the tub. I heard a knock behind me which made me turn around. Since the door was open, Trender was managed to look at me but I was blocking him from Sally's view.

"You could play with the bubbles Sally," I told her with a smile on my face. "I'll be right back to help you."

"Okie!" She exclaimed as she blew bubbles from her palm.

I turned around and left the bathroom where Trender was waiting for me. He pointed at my bed that had pink dresses, a towel, and a shower loofah.

I thanked him and went back to Sally with the towel and the shower loofah. As I was washing her hair, she kept playing bubbles. I couldn't help but admire her. She went through a terrible experience yet she kept a smile on her face. As I started scrubbing the blood and dirt off her body, I noticed she didn't flinch. Did she trust me that much?

After I was done, I allowed her to play in the tub for 5 minutes before bringing her clothes. I carried her off the tub and wrapped the towel on her body. I helped put on her a new pink dress and shoes and brushed through her hair. We walked outside of the bathroom and saw Splendor and Trender talking.

"Ooo Sally! I'm Splendor, nice to meet you!" Splendor exclaimed with delight. "Oh and here's a gift from me," he handed her a brown teddy bear.

"Thank you!" She squealed as she hugged it as if her life depended on it.

"Sally, Trenderman here was the one that brought your clothing," I told her.

She turned towards him and smiled again. "Thank you, sir!"

"No problem kid. If I recall, it's already time for breakfast. I shall see you guys there."

"Finally I'm hungry," Splendor chuckled and then teleported away with Trender.

"How did they do that?" She asked me and she reached for my hand. She held her bear with the other.

"I guess you could say they have magic," I answered while holding her small hand. "Come, you must be hungry"

We silently walked to the dining room. Sally kept looking everywhere, trying to remember where everything is.

"Will I have my room?"

I nodded. "I guess that you'll have the room in front of me. I'll talk to Slenderman about it."

I opened the door to the dining room and saw everyone besides Slenderman in the room.

"Listen up guys. Sally here will now be living with us and I expect you guys to treat her with respect. If I hear you don't, then we're going to have an issue and trust me, you don't want that," I threatened them with a glare.

We walked near the end of the table seeing as there were 2 seats available and I wanted to sit next to her. She sat at the end of the table with Ben and me next to her.

"Is it true that she went through, you know," Ben asked me while signaling with his head towards Sally.

"We're not going to mention it anymore" I growled.

Slenderman then teleported and gave us our breakfast. Before he placed my plate down, he stopped and stared at me.

"Meet me in my office 30 minutes after breakfast. We need to discuss your upcoming mission"

I kept a straight face and nodded.

I was never afraid of missions. I knew I was taught what I needed to know to succeed but this one was different from the others. It required me to go to another country.

"Why are we the only girls?" Sally whispered while playing with her waffle in front of her.

"They won't do anything bad to you" I assured her. "I won't allow it. You know it feels good knowing I'm not the only girl here. I'm glad you're here Sally" I winked at her and she giggled. I don't regret keeping her alive.

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atone -- episode 1 (part I): fluf'd up drug ring

tw: drug mentions

Tone Avant’s House | Wednesday, 2nd August 10:27am

Tone wakes up to a rather rough knocking at his door. Wearing his usual outside-ready outfit of a white hoodie, a checkered crop-top and black jeans he answers, rubbing his eyes and grumbling about the time of morning (despite his sleep-in).

The person at the door huffed, as if they were annoyed to be here as well. They were wearing a royal purple blazer, a tie-dyed singlet and ripped, bleached jeans. ’Tone, you’re a great friend. But if you’re going to call me over to your house, you should probably be awake to answer the fucking door.’ The person spoke, as Tone groaned and let them in with no apology. ’Look, Hue. I tried this coffee I ain’t had before last night, and turns out it was weak as hell. And besides, I swear I gave ya house keys anyway.’ ’I left them at home, because I thought that calling me over meant that you would answer the door without me waiting half an hour.’ Hue growled, pulling an iced coffee out of their colourful custom-made tote bag and handing it to Tone. ‘By the way, this brand actually keeps ya up for ages. If you needed recommendations, you should’ve asked.’

The white-haired detective grumbled, taking the coffee and sitting back in a beanbag. The colourful visitor sat in another beanbag across from him, sipping a bubble tea. ‘So, what’d ya call me over for anyway?’

Tone took a long swig of his drink, getting right to the point. ’Well, you heard about the Fluf cafe, right? How there’s massive rumours about some sorta drug ring going on?’ ’Sure do. I love that place, they have the best food.’ ’Apparently the one that was behind it all, Panc Fluf, died mysteriously. He was running the cafe until a while ago, when his only child Souffle started running it. Souf’s my favourite, we just vibe a lot.’ Hue laughed. ‘Same. It’s because all three of us take no shit. But if Panc’s out of the business, that’d put Souffle in charge of the biggest drug supplies in all of Arcadium… But how did the old guy die? I don’t think there were any health issues. Allegedly.’ Tone gave Hue a bit of a look. ‘You best not be getting involved in drugs. Without me. And honestly, I think someone’s tried going for the king to take over.’ ’You tryna say Souffle killed their own dad? It’d lead to plenty of money, but that’s pretty fuckin cold.’ ’Not necessarily Souffle, but it was definitely some foul play in my eyes.’

The pair considered for a moment. In their relatively short detective careers (roughly three months so far), they had mostly solved basic murder cases. A killing like this would be much more than advanced for the pair, but considering Tone calling Hue to his house, clearly he was confident they could do it.

After a while of thinking (and finishing their drinks) Hue looked to Tone with a smile. ‘I think we gotta head to the Fluf Cafe if we’re gonna start somewhere. Chat with the first suspect, y’know?’ And with a nod Tone grabbed a notepad he had sitting on a nearby table, his phone and his keys, and the amateur crime solving pair were on their way to a lovely sweet treat and the most interesting case of their lives.

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Rarepair Halloween Story Pt.7

Pair: Malleus x Idia x Azul

Prompt: OverBlot

Warning: This part contains throwing up and body horror

Disclaimer: this part has chapter 6 and small chapter 7 spoilers.

Malleus felt like shit. It was rare when the Fae prince would feel bad, let alone like he was sick in his stomach. But this was when he would push his luck with his unique magic after all.

He creaked his eyes open, only to feel something dropping on his face, akin to some slimy substance.

His vision quickly focused, seeing 6 gleaming yellow eyes, looking at him. He felt as if some sort of weight was lifted off him, even though physically, it was clear he was pinned down by someone.

"Idia..." He finally got out, horase and tired. The eyes all blinked at the same time, as Malleus felt a finger pressing his lips shut. The fae immediately yanked the said hand, feeling how it left behind a trail of slimy ink.

It was blot. Malleus was currently holding the hand of an overBlot.

Immediately the said overBlot tried to get out, only for Azul to come to help and grab the other arm of the overBlot. Due to both of their strength, it seemed like the overBlot had to rely on the other pair of arms to attempt and free themselves.

"Stop it!" Idia cried out, still struggling. "You'll both get hurt..." "it's a risk we will take..." Malleus declared, yanking the overBlot towards him. His clothes were slowly stained by Idia's blot, the black substance trailing to the ground and forming puddles.

Azul came also closer, sandwiching Idia in between them. The fire head tried to get out, but in the matter of strength, both Malleus and Azul surpassed him by a lot.

There was no death end. There was only pain. Idia knew that the 2 won't even bring themselves to hurt him, let alone take his life away. And it hurt. It hurt to know that he couldn't run away from the inevitable. Who knew when he would snap? Who even knew if he was able to control himself? Who knew what he was capable of doing like this?

Malleus gently pressed the OverBlot's head onto his chest, Azul hugging Idia's back as slowly, the 3 resorted to sitting on the ground. "Sleep, Idia... You need to sleep..." "I don't want to..." Malleus was only humming as Azul was gently playing with the fire hair. This combination was an instant sleep spell, as Idia felt his eyes heavy. He shook his head, trying to stay awake as best as he could. He grumbled and groaned, not wanting to close his eyes. It was way too cozy to fight it, but Idia wouldn't give up yet.

Unfortunately, he was doomed to give in the sinking feeling of falling asleep.

And again, his body was washing away his pain. His skin was stretching on the torso, dragging the 2nd pair of hands back in the body, as the other 4 eyes were sinking back into the head. The blot was starting to fall off on its own, leaving just a sleeping Idia, whom Azul took in bridal style, resting the Idia's head on his shoulder. Malleus rose up as well, gently tucking away a stray strand of fire hair.

When Idia woke up, again, he found himself throwing up in the bathroom. But this time, Azul was rubbing some circles on his back as Malleus holded up his hair.

"You passed out..." Malleus told him. "You overblotted due to stress and passed out... Thankfully no one was hurt..." Azul reassured.

And Idia knew it had to be a lie. "What about... The monster?" He mused. He saw how the 2 were contemplating. "Tell me the truth... I was balistic..." He made an affirmation. "No... You were just scared, Idia... Everyone is scared..." Azul reassured as he gently caressed Idia's cheek. "We were more horrified of the chance of losing you, dear..." Malleus admitted.

"But... I killed someone... And I attacked peopl-" "We will cover it up..." Azul declared, point blank. "Wha-" "This isn't about who did what... It's about survival... They will kill you, Idia... The second they find out... Your best and only shot is to not say anything. Bury down anything related to this..." Azul explained.

Idia looked with big eyes towards Malleus, who unfortunately nodded. "Mayhaps... Only a select few should know about this... We can have your creation be forgotten in time..." He only kissed Idia's forehead.

And Idia, only nodded weakly, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "forgotten..." He parroted the word quietly.

It was alive. The beast was still alive as long as Idia had his heart beating. It will still ask for food, it will still hunt to satisfy it's primal urges. And Idia couldn't stop it. He could only try and control it, but it was futile. It needed an outside source to snap him back to reality. Was it a hungry beast or simply a scared creature, one couldn't make the difference before it would get killed.

Yet Azul and Malleus survived it. Unscratched, they survived the beast. No one knew it was possible, for none of them told anyone. The whole Sage Island was still scared and it was no doubt that the paranoia and fear will not pass so easily.

Weeks later, Idia found himself back at STIX, tapping on his computer, at the report about his experiment back in the winter holiday. He only exhaled as he looked over the letters he once wrote then, when he didn't knew better. Gently tapping the keyboard, Idia watched how new words were forming on the screen, in neat little lines and paragraphs. For the end, Idia stood a moment to contemplate if he should write it or not, but this was a personal report. And it wasn't as if STIX wasn't informed of his condition. It was the only way Idia could avoid to be shot on sight when it happened.

So he wrote a last sentence, pressing a final key before saving and closing the document. Yet Idia still had the little sentence swim around his mind as he was walking through the halls, ready to tend to the problematic NRC kids that were brought in here for some tests.

'The beast I created was none other than myself.'

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The Dummkopf from Distant Lands (ft. Kristhal Jonsdottir), Ch. I

Chapter 1 of 3 for "The Dummkopf from Distant Lands," a fan fiction story. Co-written by AI Dungeon (Griffin 2.0)

The Following is 100% Non-Canon to the Source Material!! While the written prose does try to keep things in line with established lore, some characters within may act slightly out-of-character at times. Additionally, it is a completely self-contained work and has no impact on any works past or future outside of its own storyline.

When Kristhal gets one too many creepy comments on her blog, she decides to find the source… and end it.

Word count: 2,074 – Character count: 12,264 Drafted: April 2nd, 2023 Revised: April 2nd, 2023 –

Kristhal Jonsdottir and related characters and concepts created by and © dayax19 Joseph Dominique and related characters and concepts created by and © Jo Li

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    "Alright!  What's your damage…?!"

    After a couple of weeks of seemingly being stalked online, a person named Kristhal Jonsdottir tracked down the person who had been giving them so much unwanted attention.  Kristhal arrived at their house, banged on the door, and when the person inside opened it… they were met with a harsh gaze of red eyes and a loud, hostile voice.  Kristhal was done.

    "I-I-I– h-how are you even here?!" the brown-haired man of average height answered, stepping away from the taller, white-haired figure.     "Schweigen, dummkopf!!" Kristhal countered.  "Answer my question!"     He offered a confused look to the taller figure.  "Y-you want me to what, now…?"     "I said…"     The man yelped as he was grabbed by the collar.  Kristhal was stronger than she looked!     "Shut up and answer my question!!" she roared, shaking him.     The man screamed in terror, violently trembling and closing his eyes.  He was pretty sure that man-ish, angry, white-haired lady was going to kill him.     "Answer!!" they demanded, shaking him even harder.  "Im Moment!!"     The man was about to give up the information.  He didn't think it was a very good idea to not tell Kristhal what she wanted to know.  She was terrifying.  And so…

    "I… I-I-I… I like you!!"

    Kristhal froze on the spot, a chill running down her spine.  She still looked angry, but at the same time, she looked stunned.     "You… like me?"     After a few seconds, her face turned even angrier than before.     "You don't know anything about me!!" she exploded, rattling him like a rag doll.  "What do you mean you 'like me'?!  Do you want to die?!"     It was all too much for the mystery stalker.  He screamed and cried, flinching and guarding his face, terrified that this was the end.  However…     "Answer, dummkopf!!"     Kristhal stopped shaking the man, more interested in answers than scaring him.     "I-I-I j-just do!!"     "Like me?!" she angrily pressed for clarification     "Like you…!" he quickly echoed.     "Why?!" she exclaimed, giving him another hard shake.  "What do you expect from me?!  Are you after my secrets?!  Are you trying to hurt my friends?!  I saw the stuff you said about Jessica!  What's your sick game, Arschloch?!"     He squealed in fear before answering, "Nothing…!!  I-I just like you?!  Gaaawd, please, don't hurt me, I'm s-s-sorryyy…!"     The man was a sobbing mess.  He'd probably pissed his pants, too.  Kristhal was way scarier in person than she was online…     "Stop screaming and answer my questions!!" Kristhal shouted, still shaking him.  "Why do you 'like me'?!"     When the man just kept screaming, it finally pushed the tall woman over the edge.

    In one smooth motion, Kristhal threw her stalker across his apartment living room and pinned him upside-down to his couch with her foot.  In that same motion, she drew a zweihander sword from seemingly nowhere, pointing it at his throat.  Well, that got him to shut up…     "I'm not going to ask again," she said in a dark tone.  "What.  Do you want.  From me."     The man looked up into her cold, red eyes.  She really was going to kill him.  Well… since he was going to die either way, he figured he might as well tell her everything…

    "I… I fell in love with you through the Internet, Kris…"     "Liar!!"     She jammed the sword forward… stabbing it into the cushion, uncomfortably close to his head.  If he hadn't already pissed himself… he definitely was, then.     "It's the truth…" the man said, emotion leaving his voice as he resigned himself.  "I fell in love with you because of who you are and how you act.  You're strong, fearless, and powerful.… and you know when you have someone wrapped around your little finger.  I feel like there's more to you than that, though… and… and I wanted to find out."     He sighed, looking away.     "Do what you have to…  I'm just a sad, lonely, gross guy on the Internet looking for someone to relate to…  No one's gonna miss me…"     Kristhal held her sword forward, keeping her stance.  She knew exactly where to strike and how, should she want to.  After hearing the man's confession and his pitiful, sniveling words of discouragement, though…     "Aufstehen."     She didn't see any reason to hurt him anymore.

    The brown-haired man blinked his wet eyes, staring up at her in surprise.  "What?"     "I said 'get up'!  On your feet, dummkopf!"     As she yelled and drew back to give him some room, the man found himself… baffled.  He slowly rolled back off the couch, knelt on the ground, then stood and turned to face her.     "You… you mean you're not gonna kill me?" he asked.     "I just wanted to find out what the hell you were planning with me," she explained.     "Okay," he said, rubbing his face free of tears and snot.     She sneered, coldly looking at him.  "You're pathetic.  What a coward.  Hah."     "You basically broke into my home and threatened me with a sword!" he countered, suddenly finding his words.     "You're right," she said in an unconvincing way.  "I am a horrible person.  I'm so sorry."     "Wha– wait, what?"     "That's what you want me to say, isn't it?"     She smirked, twirling her sword a little.     "'I'm sooo sorry for scaring the piss out of you, Mr. Online Stalker!'" she mocked.  "'I'm such a baaad person!  Boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo!'"     "Why are you like this…?" he sniffled.     "Why are you like this?" she answered, gesturing to the big wet spot on his pants.     "Because I thought I was gonna die?" The man frowned.  "Sorry for showing fear in the face of certain death…"

    "Look…  I really am sorry," Kristhal said, looking down.  "I was just trying to shake you up a little, alright?  You got the message, though, right?  You'll stop being such a creep, online?"     To her surprise, the man actually paused, as if considering that…     "Schwachkopf!"     Up until she smacked him with the flat of her blade, anyway.     "Are you that suicidal?!" she growled.  "Or do you just like pain?"     "I'm not suicidal!" he shouted back, rubbing his cheek.  "And… in… in the context of this specific situation?  No, I don't like pain.  I just–"     "'You just' what?" she interrupted, drawing her blade back again.     The man looked at the floor of his apartment.  He had gone silent.     "Get over your childish crush, dummkopf."     "W-what?"     "You heard me."  Kristhal smirked, giving him an almost smug look.  "Get over your little crush and get on with your life."     "I…" The man didn't know what to say.

    "What's your name, domme?"     "It's… it's 'Joseph'."  He looked up.  "Why–"     "Get over your little crush, Joseph," she said as she made her sword seemingly vanish.  "I'm too hot to handle and too cool for school…  You're way out of your element."     Once again, he fell silent, not knowing what to say.     "Look," she said, waving her hand to emphasize her words, "I'm not going to hurt you.  I'm not going to kill you, either.  I'm just trying to knock some sense into that dickschädel of yours.  I'm no good for you!  I'm dangerous.  I'm scary.  Boo!!"     She wickedly grinned as he flinched.     "I'm a dämon, boy!  You don't want to get involved with one of those, do you?"     "You're not scary to me…"     Well, that was the wrong thing to say.  As soon as the last syllable left his lips, she grabbed him by the collar, her right hand on his left and her left hand on his right, pinning him to the wall behind the couch in a cross-armed choke hold.     "Du kleiner Scheißer!!" she roared.  "What did you just say to me?!"     Joseph trembled, closing his eyes.  He was obviously scared of her.  And yet…     "Y-you're… you're not scary to me…"     He kept insisting that he wasn't.

    "I see…"  She smirked as she told him, "You've gone verrückt with fear."     "I don't know what that–"     "You've lost your tiny, little mind."     She chuckled, pressing her wrists against his throat to choke him a little.     "You're so scared that you don't even realize it…"     He softly shook his head, quietly gasping.     "I'm terrifying, boy," was the next thing she said as she dropped him on his couch.  "You're right to be scared!"     "But, I'm not…"     Kristhal leaned down, looking right into his eyes.  "You're lying…" she whispered in an almost disdainful tone.     "I'm scared of what you're doing right now," he answered, unable to meet her gaze, "but… I'm not scared of the real you."     "The real me is a hundred times scarier than this!" she laughed, standing back up.  "You don't know anything, dummkopf."     "You really like calling me that, don't you…?"     She snorted and shrugged.  "If the shoe fits…"

    "I'm not afraid of you," the man insisted as he slowly got to his feet.  "And I'm not afraid to die by your hands if need be."     "Then you're a fool!" she said, laughing even harder than before.     "No.  I'm not a fool."     He paused, looking into her eyes.     "I'm in love."     "Love?" she said, confused.     "Yes."  He softly nodded.  "Love."     "Love, huh?"  She chuckled.  "Is that so?"     When he nodded again, she just shrugged and sighed.     "I'm getting tired of listening to you.  You're clearly crazy and need to be put down.  So, if you've said everything you need to… then say good night!"     Kristhal reared back, clenching her fist.  She swung it forward… only to stop a micrometer from the man's face.  She smirked as he flinched from the displaced air, then she chuckled as he sheepishly looked her way.     "Pathetic…" she scoffed.

    "Doesn't that mean anything to you?" he asked with a frown.     "Does what mean anything?" she replied, reaching into one of her pockets.     "My feelings!" he shouted, his face flushed.     "As far as I'm concerned?"  She retrieved what looked like a chewy piece of candy from her pocket, popping it into her mouth.  "Your 'feelings' mean jack and scheiße to me.  You're just a weak, pathetic dummkopf who has bad taste and no sense of self-preservation.  Get over your idiotic crush and leave me and my friends alone.  Verstehen?"     When he didn't answer, she started to get agitated again.     "Do!  You!  Understand?!" she snapped, making him wince.     "Why are you like this, Kris…?"     Kristhal didn't respond, but the look on her face told him that he'd gotten her attention.     "Why are you so angry and aggressive all the time?  Why are you so egotistical?  Why do you play things off like they're jokes?  And why…"     He looked right into her eyes.     "Why did you spend time tracking me down… just to tell me to forget about you…?"     "Because, that's exactly what I want, domme!" Kristhal said, her voice rising.  "I want you to give up on me like everyone else has!"     Kristhal probably hadn't meant to let that slip.  However…     "I've made my choice!" she continued.  "Accept it or die, schädling!"     "Your friends haven't given up or forgotten you…" he commented.  "I've seen the pictures you've shared of you guys hanging out."     And just like that, he found himself back on the wrong end of her blade.

    "Shut up about my friends," she warned, sounding deathly serious.     "Or what?" he spat back.     "Todesfall."     He saw the determination in her eyes… and didn't believe it for a second.     "I've watched you, Kristhal," he said, despite the danger.  "Well… not literally.  B-but, I've seen your posts and pictures.  The love your friends have for you is genuine and the love you have for them is, too.  Especially that Dylan guy…"     Joseph had been saying a lot of wrong things… but bringing up Dylan was probably the worst thing he could have said.     "Ah–!!"     Kristhal leaned back and drew a line with the tip of her blade straight across the bridge of his nose.  It was just a surface wound, but he was bleeding…     "Sag kein Wort mehr…" she… threatened?  Joseph didn't speak German, so…     "Honestly, I'm kind of jealous of– gah!!"     Another line was drawn on his face.  This time, from the side of his eye to the opposite corner of his chin.  It hurt… but he knew she was just trying to scare him into compliance.     "What you have is– augh…!!"     She slashed him across the chest, ripping through his shirt and leaving a small scar.     "Hält die Klappe!" she yelled, her eyes vibrating and her breath hitching.  She clearly didn't want him talking about her like that…     "The fact is–"     "Hör auf!!"

[elmaxlys]

1st dream was about A Comme Association (who's surprised)

For the stats: i was both Jasper and not (the power of narration)

2nd dream was much clearer, much weirder too. Appeared to me like I was watching a movie kind of clear.

There was a big house it was very large very tall some kind of manor. It was the last bastion to prevent something (a creature that had 8 mouths that each looked like a, huh, horse skeleton?) from coming back.

There were people living in the manor, a bunch of kids to young adults with one old supervisor. She didn't appear old but she was. They liked running in the huge gardens and fields surrounding the house.

You cannot look the monster in the face: that instantly kills you.

Pened once when the young adult were running in the fields there was a ballot of hay in the middle of the track so they avoided it. But as they were going around it, a form going the opposite way came out of the hay. He was humanoid, well dressed with a scarf resting neatly on his shoulders, a hat in his hand along with his cane. His face didn't appear to be. It was like looking at something à contre jour. The first of the two kids immediately collapsed upon seeing the man's face. The other one, after witnessing his brother's death, started trembling and slowly looked from the body sprawled on the beaten hay to the man. His eyes were sparkling, he had a look of adoration in his eyes. "Master," he breathed, "you're back." He didn't collapse, which seemed to surprise the creature who then smiled warmly and I felt it in my soul when he said oh so softly oh so gently, raising a hand to cradle the boy's face: "yes. I'm back."

Cut

The old woman that doesn't look like on e, all warm brown hair, dressed in clothes from the XIXth probably, in a brown color as well, was standing in a room under the roof. On the wall across from her, right below the pente of the roof, we're I think 7 cadres. Each held a picture, but no color, no shadow, just the ink tracing the contours of their traits.

Three drawings were out of their cadre, laying broken on the parquet. That's what was shaking the woman so strongly. "It can't be happening" the woman said. One of the pictures, a portrait of an older and looking a bit poor gentleman, also dressed from her century with the moustache and hat and all, said "well this was inevitable." "but so soon? he must have had help.."

There were footsteps in the corridor behind her, heading straight for her. "Headmistress?" called a young voice. She grabbed the 3D drawings on the floor and shoved them back in their respective frames. "stay there" elle siffla. The man raised his eyebrows like where tf do you want us to go. Because the paintings are sealed and sealing something. They act as a barrier.

From then I fear I can't give too much details which :( I don't even remember the order these are supposed to be

A scene with the creature, it's siting at a fancy desk covered in papers, in a luxury and comfortable chair. There's a round window behind him letting in the declining light of an autumn afternoon. The young man that had called him Master is sitting on a separate desk, writing with application, while glancing at his Master every so often. If he were in an anime he'd have heart eyes probably. I coule feel the strength of his feelings, to the point I also slightly fell in love with the creature.

Don't remember what they were talking about, but there was mention of a young woman (i think one from another scene I've seen) and then the boy said something about how he wants to write the truth and here it says (??) that he (master) had eight mouths. He looked at master and master smiled (toujours a contre jour et on ne peut voir que sa bouche) and then the camera moved to the side, still only allowing just the mouth to be seen and it slowly. Came out of his current face. Like tentacles of bones. His skeleton horse mouths. The young man didn't combust, didn't drop dead. If he were in an anime he'd have a nosebleed. I could feel his feelings so strongly.. He counted the mouths fébrilement and smiled and laughed but it was a little shaky and when he wrote it down, his hand was also shaking a bit. He definitely was hard, but also he was fighting the onslaught of power radiating from the creature's face. Said creature chuckled, said "you like what you see?" the young man shuddered and said "yes master" boy was sooo horny. The creature lowered down his loong face and murmured for himself "how very odd"

Another scene, in a bedroom. There are two people, one asleep in a bed, the other, a woman with long black, thick and wavy hair (looked like Sonya Karp in the Vampire Academy series), dressed in a white sleeping robe was standing on her bed. She was looking sadly at the other form, a sleeping man, her best friend. "I'm sorry," she said. "I have to go." and the man was awake, trembling, begging her with his teary eyes not to go, not to do it, but she only smiled sadly. "I have to do it." "don't" the man cried, stuck to his bed. "goodbye" she saidznd then she seemed to be sucked toward the open window, but like gracefully, slowly but irrémédiablement pulled toward the open window, her dress flowing and almost shining in the moonlight. When she disappeared in the night sky, the man was finally able to move. He se redressa dans son lit and was breathing hard as tears were flowing freely. He cried "NOOO" but it was too late. Way way too late.

A fourth picture fell out of its frame. The painted man looked a little worried as well now, the headmistress was busy pushing it back so no one would see it.

Then there was a whole thing about a women sexually pleasing a (totally normal, nothing to do with the manor or the creature) man with her mouth, and in the same room her colleague who introduced her was pleasing the man's son? friend? idk.

I was back to the manor after that, the young people running in the fields but this tome with a sense of urgency, they weren't laughing as before. They were much less numerous too. Another one dropped dead. They stopped to look, surrounding him. The dread rose. They couldn't go back to running the camera rose to put more and more distance with the kids, looking at them from above.

In the paintings room under the roof, the headmistress was disheveled, on her knees, her hair hiding her face, sleeves pulled back. The man hadn't fallen out of his frame yet but he looked sick. The headmistress was crying. She knew it's happen soon. And when it would, they'd all be doomed.

In a room where 3 or 4 people I think were sleeping. A silhouette in white shirtdress was towering above them. They were doomed.

Here was another scene with the Creature, or two or three, but I can't remember them. I just know his assistant slash follower was still blending in with the other manor young people. At night he desired his master, alone in his room but not acting on it. The creature marveled at how he hadn't died or even slightly lost his mind. The final act was approaching. Now that I write it, I think the scene right above was after this one.

And then I woke up as the man from the frame said to my mind "s'il y a viande bon dans un plat bon (qu'il faut comprendre mauvais, le pas de pas bon s'est fusionné à plat) pourquoi jeter tout le plat." et il a murmuré "profite" alors que j'ouvrais les yeux.

For the stats: i was completely separate from the story

[the-letter-horror-lover]

11: The Shinobi Alliance

Ick-snap!

The man was out cold.

Boruto adjusted his weight on one leg.

Eyes sharp as an eagle, the shinobi observed as far as he could.

A painful nostalgia gripping his insides, screaming to make him leave.

If he would just have another way to do this he would've even chosen death over getting stuck into a mess like this.

Gulping he felt his throat getting dry.

Would killing these people be enough?

'That won't do.. "

He already knew that much.

His tongue clicked in annoyance. He needed to get a larger scale of people for his plan to work.

His heartbeat dropped as his breath hitched at the second thought that crossed his mind.

Grabbing the tree trunk he almost made it tear apart, as a loud 'tsk' left his mouth.

He had no options left but to try this.

Even the thought of it made him feel disgusted and furious.

He can't stand these people. Especially that dumb princess.

But he had no choice.

"Heave ho. "

And he jumped down. The guards attacking him all at once.

"Its about time. "

Closing his pocket watch, Aeneus's gaze shifted.

Pink filled his sight.

A traditional floral Kimono. highlighting her features, a small blue jewel hanging over her neck.

Dark hair swept back , upto her waist.

Her eyes glittered reflecting nothing but power and pride.

A princess indeed.

He smiled before retorting back to his neutral self.

Attire ,a deem and aesthetic reflection of what one would call a strange mix of 'cold and warmth'

Though the only thing that spoiled this moment...

...was a certain raven rogue.

"I don't understand you. Why did you do this?-"

Aretha felt a smile drawn to her face at her brother's question.

"I don't know what you're talking about . "

She replied. Adjusting her hair for what seemed the upmteenth time today.

Her lips stretched making her lipstick shine in glory.

"Why did you leave him be-"

Aeneus interrupted, finalising a few documents before setting the brush down. His sister still going over the last few ones.

A little more paperwork and they can finally enter the village with authority.

"I found him interesting. "

Aeneus felt his tongue click.

"Don't fool me around. "

He snapped.

"I already know you don't like that bastard at all. Why are you pretending -"

"We should focus on the task at hand big brother-. "

"If you don't tell me.. I'll have to figure it out myself. "

He hissed. Eyes still down at the thin paper.

"And you don't like it when I do that. "

A short silence prevailed. Awkwardness filling between the two before it was broken by a loud yell.

"My lord! "

Came hurdling, a man of about 30 almost making them flinch.

Aeneus stood up in a reflex while Aretha remained seated.

"What's going on? -"

"He... He somehow... I don't know how but-"

"He what? Spit it out!."

"That rogue...Our men are trying to capture him but he's.. He's overpowering us easily! "

"The fuck?! " a breath left Aeneus before shifting a glare to the rightful accuse.

Before his eyes widened.

A smirk forming on her lips. Aeneus felt a snort comming his way.

The only plausible reason he could come up with, for the girl to feel the least bit easy in a situation like this made his ears burn.

So she knew.

Though it was no time for arguments.

"Call the guards.. We need to fix this before the leaf arrives. "

His gaze shifted back a quick snap out of frustration made the man almost flinch in fear.

"Quick! "

Aretha gasped a little though didn't felt natural enough to wash away Aeneus's doubts.

"Could you stop your plays? We are here to attend something important -"

Though it intended to be 'extremely offensive' Aeneus somehow felt his rantings going to gutter.

"Would you mind shutting up big brother?"

Aretha commented.

"We need to fix this first. Or perhaps you plan to leave it to me?"

The 2nd prince almost scoffed at that .

Leaving it to 'her' would only be the worst that could fall on them.

Curses leaving his throat he somehow held himself back.

"Lets move. "

Himawari expected the Hokage office to be calmer like usual.

The only sounds she ever hears in this building would mostly be the tapping of her father's keyboard.

Whispers of the people passing orders to one another. Mostly because her father prefers silence.

It was a newly born preference cause she off all people knew absolutely how chaotic Naruto actually was.

Though the girl never thinks much of it. People change.

Just like how her father has. She herself has changed a lot.

Not to forget the Slurping sound whenever he eats his ramen.

Which is by far the only food he ever eats nowadays.

He does visits home a lot. Though family time was something the girl was completely robbed of. Years ago.

Again, she doesn't thinks much of it. As long as she gets to see him its fine.

It has to be fine. She couldn't complain more.

She had no right to. ... Complain about anything for that matter.

Though today seemed to be a little different.

The office was far more chaotic, than she ever expected.

"Draw out the banners! " Shikadai yelled along with her Uncle Shikamaru cursing under his breath.

Something about their facial expression told the girl, they were impatient.

Far from it.

Like father like son.

"ARGH! This is sooner than we expected, where are those sensors that I ordered?! " she heard Denki.

The Kaminari company's expected predecessor switched something in his right arm before a large holographic screen covered almost all of the entrance of the building.

The seven Nights.

Himawari's heart fluttered in excitement.

It was finally beginning.

The village was about to be crowded soon enough.

People as well as shinobis from all over the 5 great nations will be arriving sooner or later.

It will be loud. It will be chaotic. It will be competitive.

This was gonna be fun.

"Wow.. Seems like they're going all out for this one. "

Tento commented coming from behind.

"That screen almost freaked me out, glad the papers didn't fall. "

He laughed hesitantly and Himawari sighed.

"Take out the ribbons! Are the rooms ready?! The fuck are y'all doing slowpoke's? Want a piece of me?! "

Chocho's voice was filled with an unknown yet expected munching sound.

She shifted her weight as she leaned on the wall.

"Sarada.. We won't be able to do it in time!"

It was then Himawari had realized the presence of the Uchiha girl.

Even for a full fledged shinobi like herself, it was practically impossible to pick up Sarada's chakra.

She gasped as she witnessed the Uchiha coming out of the shadows to mouth out a sarcastic yet convincing reply to the Akimichi.

Himawari would always be amazed at the her abilities. Hence she considered Sarada her one and only ideal.

And a big sister.

She smiled and dragged herself to the Hokage office door, barely getting enough space to move.

Though somehow managed to not let the files fall.

She only wished the same for Tento who was yet again stuck in the crowd.

Too far behind to reach her.

Himawari decided to wait but then thought the better of it.

Her heart beat fastened.

She was now alone.

And If everyone was outside..then Maybe..

Maybe she could get some time alone with her father.

Even the thought of it made her lips stretch into a smile.

It wasn't like she didn't get to talk to Naruto.

But it was mostly in the office, with her team or someone else present. Thus, she needed to suppress her feelings and maintain an official tone.

The other times where they meet was the dinner table. Where you aren't supposed to speak while eating anyways.

And the other few times. Whenever Naruto is alone in his room, she feels uneasy to go in and begin a conversation.

"Yoshi! "

Her hand reached out to the door knob. In her constant thought process the girl forgot to knock.

Though it was already too late for that.

Her hands reached out for the door. As she stepped in without making a single noise.

"Papa-"

"Tell them I agree. "

Naruto stood facing towards the office's window.

His left hand carrying the phone while the other drawings circles on the glass with his index finger.

Something her father only does when he's nervous.

The girl remained at her spot, she didn't planned on eavesdropping.

Though something in the farthest corners of her mind told her otherwise.

"It doesn't matter..."

He said, voice shivering the slightest bit. Himawari felt her neck twisting in some unknown denial.

Her father wasn't the kind to fear something. Anything.

Her eyelids dilated as she gulped her own saliva.

This seemed something far too serious.

"I'm ready... to pay the price. " .

What price.?

She heard him say. Hands reaching to her chest in an action of worry.

Her eyebrows twitched together as she build in the courage to interrupt.

"Pa-"

Before a slight fragrance reached her nose. Filling her mind with calm.

Drip.

She felt the ground beneath her turning soft. Soft like mud.

A strange air covering her surroundings ,a familiar warmth filling her insides.

She felt a weight lifting off her arms.

Did she dropped the files?

Doesn't matters. She doesn't care.

Diving deeper and deeper she let her arms fall down to her sides.

An unconscious motion lead her to raise her head upwards.

The fluid was reaching her mouth.

Anymore of this and she won't be able to breathe.

Though she felt like not moving at all.

Suddenly she was back into a room. She observed her surroundings before gasping.

It was Boruto's room.

Somewhere she almost spend all her sad nights.

She always sleeps in his room whenever she feels frustrated or alone.

The place always gives her warmth and familiarity...

Though this time. It was different.

It was strange. Filled with an erie air. An eerie feeling.

"You shouldn't have done that Hima. "

She snapped her head back towards the familiar voice.

Before her widened. So much that she felt like they would fall.

She gasped as her vision turned blurry.

Sitting on his favorite couch, Boruto's eyes darted towards her.

A small smile made its way as he ran a hand through his hair.

"You know.. Dad would get mad right? "

She heard him say. The invisible fluid still reaching her face as she felt her insides getting heavy.

"Nii-Chan.. I'm sorry "

What?

Why was she saying this?

Her mind began to cloud. Suddenly both of them were in the living room.

A spoiled hokage cloak on the floor. Himawari remembered.

The time when she spilled milk on her father's cloak.

She remembered how happy her brother was.

"This won't do Hima... "

She heard him say. A frown plastered on his face.

Why was he angry? Wasn't he glad that she spoiled the Hokage cloak?

Why was he even here?

Her throat began to choke.

"You made a mistake... Himawari. "

Himawari... He never calls her that. Why now?

No wait.

Who.. Was he?

The blonde boy neared as he hugged her tightly.

Too tight.

She felt her choke increasing. Her hands tried to move in a reflex to untie.. Whatever was binding her.

"G-Get away.. "

Though her whole body was already froze. Tears swelled up in her eyes as she gasped for the slightest bit of air.

"Don't worry.. This will be over soon. "

No.. No. No..

She writhed and flinched. Her throat was burning, her eyes was burning.

"Everything.. Will be over soon. "

'Save... Me.. '

She begged before the fragrance turned rotten.

Worse than she could ever imagine.

The room turned dark. The unknown boy disappeared.

The choke on her began to loosen up.

"Himawari!.. Hima! "

She heard a distant voice. Covering her nose ,she realized her hands were now free.

This was worse than anything she had ever experienced. The rotten smell invrease making her want to throw up.

"Hi..ma.. wa.. ri.. ? Wa.. k.. e u.. p. Hi.. ma! "

The voice kept getting weaker and weaker while the smell increased.

The air felt like acid. The girl's vison began to darken.

This was her end.

She knew.

But why ?

Who was he?

She didn't wanted to die. She didn't wanted leave her father as well.

To part with her mother.

Her friends, her family.

"Someone... save me.. Please. "

"We should submit him to the hidden leaf already. Just what is taking the Hokage so long?! "

Boruto flinched the slightest at the mention of that name.

Tied to a pole he crushed his teeth in annoyance.

This was more embarrassing than he thought.

But he had to do it.

"Looks like you don't learn.. Boy. "

Aeneus pointed his sword towards the boy as he gazed down at him in disgust.

Boruto felt like killing him then and there.

"Although I still doubt if you could get captured so easily.. Again. "

Though the boy had to admit.

This prince wasn't naive.

"We need to talk. "

He jumped to main point.

" I knew.. This was the only way you would listen to me. Aeneus. "

He explained before his jaw met a hard punch.

Blood spat out of his mouth as he felt his face getting bruised.

'Tsk. '

"You think you are in the position to call me by my name? Traitor.? "

He answered before grabbing his dark hair to catch him face to face.

"Don't make me kill you so soon. You Run away bastard.. "

Boruto felt something in him snap ,his eyelids dilated before a smirk formed on his face.

"You don't seem to be worthy enough to be called an honorific. "

The boy commented.

This was Aeneus's turn to smirk.

"I see. "

He said before raising his arm again though this time, his sword swinging along.

Not noticing the slightest glint of fear in his captor's eyes fueled his fury.

"Die.. You pest. "

He whispered before a hand grabbed him from behind.

"Stop it.. big brother. "

The boy haulted. Drawing his sword back ,he frowned.

"Don't interrupt me. Get back to-".

"I'm the incharge here.. Don't forget. "

'Tsk. '

Boruto frowned as he saw the girl nearing him.

"We can't kill him... Atleast listen to what he has to say. "

The blonde's eyes widened.

"Tell me one reason why I shouldn't cut him into pieces. "

"Actually.. There are two. "

She replied. And Aeneus scoffed.

"First.. Bloodshed would leave a bad impression. "

She smirked bending down to Boruto's height.

Closing in the distance Aeneus 'interrupted' the two by placing his sword in between.

'Revenge. ' His eyes said. Aretha managed to scowl in disinterest.

"The 2nd reason ...is cause he's cute. "

Gasps were heard as she motioned her hand for silence.

"So...what do you have to say? "

She breathed out and Boruto scoffed.

"Letter.. "

"What..? "

Both the siblings asked in unison. Their voice held uncertainty and confusion.

Of all things they didn't expect a monosyllable coming out of the boy's mouth who was so desperately trying to turn up a conversation with them till now.

Although Aeneus was still unaware of the latter. Though Aretha knew.

Hence she decided to lay down her own traps before that happens.

Which she already did.

Her tongue clicked.

This was gonna be so much fun.

"I have something to my satchet. "

Boruto began before Aeneus carefully looked in the boy's satchet.

A thin sheet indeed peeked out of it.

Aretha drew it out. Almost touching the boy.

Aeneus sighed before quickly grabbing her hand away.

What a drag.

He darted doubtful eyes towards the girl though it seemed to not work as much as he expected it to.

Aretha slowly opened the letter. It wasn't too long.

Just a page or two.

Boruto felt sweat covering his forehead.

That snake better not be playing games with him.

Though before he could say more a gasp drew his gaze towards the girl in kimono.

Boruto smirked.

So it was true.

Aeneus snatched the letter from her.

The more he read, the more his eyes widened.

Now it was his turn to gasp in disbelief.

Boruto knew it was time...

... to set things in motion.

"I know what motives you guys have."

He darted his amusing eyes towards Aeneus.

The sight of him clenching his fists in what seemed like a mix of fury and disgust made the boy laugh even more.

Aretha was no better either. Though something in her unchanged attitude made the boy question her sanity.

Though he decided to ignore it.

"Or rather I should say..."

He snapped his hands together and was out of the ropes in no time.

Gasps followed by the sounds of the Oryns shifting their weapons indicated just how much he actually knew.

Aeneus maintained an offensive stance, about to draw out his sword any second.

Which only made him more delightful.

"You.. "

Aeneus whispered in a low voice filled with surprise and doubt.

"You mean to say you are-?"

"You have nothing to fear. I'm an ally. "

Boruto interrupted. Dodging the question whatsoever.

The sibling's eyes widened.

"What the hell do you mean..? The fuck are you trying to say..?! "

Aeneus yelled. Aretha said nothing.

Just observing the two, her hamds crossed in what seemed like understanding.

"I'm here to join you.. To help you in your scheme.

Boruto began. Aeneus's eyes widened once more.

"Although I have nothing but one condition. "

He added.

"Fullfill that. And I'll join you-"

He smirked looking up as he stood with pride.

"-in your plans to destroy them. "

He motioned his fingers towards the flag at the village's gate.

Marked with a proudful and powerful symbol.

Something their people loved and believed in.

A symbol of 'The Shinobi Alliance.'