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bisexual-horror-fan · 11 months

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"A Lack Of Climax In Act Three." Reverse! Poly! Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Hello, hello, hello! So at long last, the very much awaited follow up and part two to Lessons In Faking It Redux for Multi-May! I thought hard about this, I hope this is worth the wait and you all love it. I put a fuck ton of effort into this one and honestly it hurt to write! I am so mean to Billy and Stu in this but I don’t mean it, I love em still, I promise! But for now, let’s put that love aside and lose ourselves in this fun AU idea.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3k. Reverse! Poly! Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Cheating. Lying. Fake Dating. Faking It In General. Cunnilingus. Fingering. “Loss Of Virginity”. Vaginal Sex. Nipple Play. Reader Is A Manipulative Asshole. Really Mean Shit, Hurt. Angst. Blood. Gore. Murder.

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The big night was finally here.

To say that this was highly anticipated was an understatement. The culmination of over a year of work for your girlfriends and months of your own effort leading up to tonight. Sidney and Tatum were such good actors throughout this process, it was inspiring. The pair of them had killed a few more people by this point and had been playing up the scared and concerned act amazingly well, doing all they could to keep suspicion off of them. It made you all the more smitten with them. The duality and depth, the complexity they have inside of them, makes you wish you were sandwiched between the pair of them as opposed to Billy and Stu like you currently were.

Sidney and Tatum had this grand finale planned for a long time, a party at Sidney’s house, currently in full swing, was going to be the setting and so far everything was going off without a hitch. You were doing your best to keep your eyes on them while staying close to Billy and Stu, still playing the part of loving and caring girlfriend who was obscenely into them both. Billy was being extra clingy tonight, understandably the murders kicking up around town has him feeling stressed, you were excited that after tonight you would never have to deal with him again. After tonight you wouldn’t have to feel his arms around your waist while sitting in his lap, wouldn’t have to pretend you weren’t cringing inside when Stu would kiss you, the list drags on and on but there is no time to linger on that.

You notice the signal you had worked out with Tatum earlier, now for the next phase and you had to initiate it, time to put all that “practice” to good use. Everything before this was the rehearsal but this was like opening night on Broadway, you had to impress and dazzle and make them truly believe your act; and this was arguably much more challenging than any of the “read throughs” that occurred in your girlfriend’s bedrooms, you hope all the work pays off.

You’d been planning this yourself for a long time but unlike Sidney and Tatum’s openness, you hid exactly what you had in mind, for fun. Sure the two gave lots of direction but ultimately the final cut was left to your discretion, a show of trust from them that you appreciated. You can feel their eyes on you, looking at you from across the room, over the throng of the other inebriated party goers. You finish the rest of your own drink, which was free of any alcohol but the boys didn’t know that, before placing the red solo cup off to the side. Next you were turning in Billy’s lap, straddling him so you were now face to face, your arms hanging loosely around his neck as you looked down at him. “How you holding up, tiger?”

“You know how he is, head wayyy too full, way too stressed and worried-” Stu teased, he reached forward over your shoulder, an attempt was made to ruffle his hair but Billy yanked his head back, dodging out of the way with a sigh, “Can you blame me?”

“No, of course not. But Stu is right, look at all the people here, you are totally safe.” You reassured and he nodded but still seemed unconvinced as he said, “I know that but-”

“But nothing, listen to us man.” Stu cut in and you say, “Yeah. You want us to help distract you? Keep your mind on other things?”

“What did you have in mind?” He asked and you leaned in closer, “C’mon, I can’t show you here, we need to go upstairs for what I’m thinking of.”

You knew that it wouldn’t take much to convince either of them, but one well placed sentence and they were practically dragging you off to go upstairs with them, you have to hold your laugh in at how easy they were. To be fair this wasn’t the hard part, convincing them you were not only into the sex but getting off on it would be the real test. You meet Sidney and Tatum’s gaze as you walk past, Stu leading you with Billy right behind. You fight back your smirk, Sidney hides her own behind her sleeve, a subtle wave, a single that when matched with her eyes said, “Try to have fun.” Tatum hides her laugh behind the rim of her own cup.

It all feels different. Not just from what you did with your girlfriends, that was a give in, but the physical affection you had shared with Billy and Stu thus far to keep up your charade felt less seriously than it did tonight. You wonder if it is because you know this will be the last time or if because this time it is actually going somewhere, it isn’t just kissing with forced enthusiasm and some awkward feeling up, well it was at this moment, but the point is, it wasn’t going to stay just this.

It progresses quickly but that is fine, it sells it as rushed, passionate, all full of need, they certainly seem swept up in it. Your arms wrap around Billy’s neck as your tongue enters his mouth, you are very in your head, trying to make every single movement and sound read as effortless and natural when in reality it was a calculated dance that neither Billy nor Stu knew they were a part of. You really should be praised for this, the soft moan you let out was thoroughly convincing, even though his tongue was unpleasantly rough and he tasted of cheap beer that threatened to turn your stomach. The make out continues as Stu feels you up, rolling your nipples between his fingers in a way that harkens back to trying to tune an old radio. It makes you want to roll your eyes from how boring and not to your taste it was, you think that you could school that into a display of pleasure rather than annoyance, but you could save that for later.

You did feel some minor nerves but when you actually had more of their clothing off, touching them, it put you much more at ease. They are so responsive, alive, much more so than a regular silicone dildo locked into a strap-on harness, even a loose grip and an easy pace of your hand has either one of them bucking their hips with a groan. You don’t know why you were so worried, this will probably be easier than you thought.

Sidney tastes much better than Billy does, she has this almost sweet and salty tang and he has this bitter taste, metallic and sweaty and much less pleasant. Stu’s flavour isn’t much better, and his blow job etiquette leaves a lot to be desired with how he buries his fingers in your hair and forces you down until you gag, doesn’t let up until you push with more force than you should have to on his thighs to be able to just fucking breathe properly. You were glad you pre-lubed yourself in the bathroom to help make this easier because Tatum was right, Stu’s tongue is overrated.

He is sloppy in an overly enthusiastic way that sadly, doesn’t make up for the lack of any real technique, he can’t hold a candle to any of the experiences you have had previously with your girlfriends. Your fingers thread in his short hair and you pull, rolling your hips with a moan as you try to think of Sidney being in between your thighs earlier that very week. Stu doesn’t make it easy for you to pretend with how rough his treatment is, Sidney’s face is softer as is the stroke of her tongue but still you manage to be convincing that it felt fantastic rather than painful and overstimulating in the worst way.

Again you thank God for the lube you applied because lord knows Stu’s oral skills and Billy’s pawing hands aren’t doing anything to help make you naturally wet.

Things progress further and you fear that this might seriously hurt, it doesn’t thankfully, but there is a present ache, who would have thought penetration with a real dick rather than the imitation would feel so different? If anything the few sharp inhales and tense body help, again they think you have no experience and so showing no pain outwardly wouldn’t make sense. You play it all up of course, both the pain and the pleasure, one blending into the other as it progresses.

You insisted on condoms of course but still, it was an uncomfortably intimate experience in Billy’s arms, him looking down at you as you “lose your virginity to him”, he was clear how totally fucking lovesick he is. Doing this in front of Stu, him so close, touching you, talking to you, made this all the worse, it was nearly overwhelming and not in a fun way.

It pushes you forward, you play hardball and really take initiative and all in all, ten minutes, two condoms later you are definitely sore and putting your clothes back on. They were still clinging onto you, soon as your shirt is pulled back down and your jeans are buttoned they have you all wrapped up in your arms and you want to groan and push them off, you just had them literally inside of you two minutes ago, can’t they chill out for five fucking seconds?

Instead you take a deep breath and sling an arm around each of them, not much longer, less than an hour, you do your best to attempt to enjoy what would surely be your last cuddle session in your faux triad.

Said next hour was pretty chaotic. The distraction worked well, got everyone else out of the house except for who was meant to die and you were finally all where you were supposed to be. You were heaving, just finished running, Sidney and Tatum have Billy and Stu injured and cornered and even then, when it looked like they were done for, their concern was with you, a shout to get out of here, to run and the pair of masked killers straighten up, a look over their respective shoulders and a question of, “Should we fill em in?”

“I think that is only fair.” Came your response, a nod of agreement from them along with saying, “You are so right.”

The masks came off and the looks of shock on their faces were a million times more satisfying then the sex you had earlier with them.

Those looks slightly morphed to ones of confusion as you walked right up between the pair, just like you had with them previously, an arm slings around each of them, “Jesus that is a lot of blood, you two are brutal.”

“Had to make sure they wouldn’t get back up and try anything.” Sidney said with a shrug and Tatum, same as always, a tap of her cheek and you smile, a fond roll of your eyes before you lay a kiss down on her crimson smeared cheek, she greets you once the action of affection has been laid down, “Hi baby.”

“Hiya Tate.” You coo in return with a smile.

“How’s your night been?” You ask and Sidney scoffs, “Exhausting, hosting a party is just so much work, you know?”

You giggle, you love this, Tatum spilled to you that after getting stab happy Sidney gets jokey and silly, seeing it in person was too fun, too good for words. “Yeah, you must be dog tired.”

“Mmm, seriously. You know what is the worst thing about hosting a party?” Tatum asks and you respond curiously, “What is that?”

“The clean up.” Tatum said with a wave of her knife towards Billy and Stu, leaning against each other, clutching their wounds and still bleeding at a very steady rate. Finally Stu speaks up, “What the fuck is going on?!”

It interrupts your laughing over Tatum’s joke, and Sidney said, “Awe they still aren’t getting it.”

“You wanna help spell it out, baby?” The blonde asked and you nodded, “Course.”

You let go of them and take a step forward, you crouch down and look between the pair, “So-” you gesture between you and Billy and Stu, “-this? Was an act. What was between us? Our whole entire relationship? Was made up. Completely false, well, at least on my end.”

Eyes locked on Billy’s face, his lips are parted, there are tears staining his cheeks along, cutting messy tracks through the sweat and the blood, “You…You faked our entire relationship for-”

“Months.” You said easily, as if it was a plain as the clear blue sky, cutting off his sentence and finishing it all in one. Stu jumped in, there was blood down his chin, he had been coughing, he was cut deep, “The dates, the talks, the-”

“Sex? Oh my God, especially the sex.” You laughed and Billy seemed to get angry, “No way, I don’t believe it, there is no way that it was all pretend!”

“It was! It very much was.” You stood up straight, and Stu chimed in, “Yeah, I call bullshit-”

“Oh yeah? You need to be convinced?” You ask and when their expressions do not shift you put more of that “practice” to good use. Immediately switching it up, your eyes close, hands in your own hair, a few deep breaths, a few impassioned moans, calling out, sounding pitch perfect as if you were mid-fuck, “Shi-shit, Billy, ah! Stu, right there, don’t stop-”

Billy looked so betrayed, so hurt, it was delicious. Tatum praised, “Man, you do that shit so well.” You thanked her, "Couldn't do it without either of you giving me all those experiences to call back on." You then proceeded to launch into continuing to berate the two men bleeding out at your feet.

“Christ, you are just so fucking convinced that it is impossible for me to not be pathetically desperate for you two idiots like you are for me.” You sigh as you take a step back to be between Sidney and Tatum. “If your small brains can believe it, along with pretending to be with you, I’ve actually been really dating these two on the sly.”

The shock just continues, stunned silence as you heap on, “And it was all their idea! Been helping me the whole way so I could assist them and make this-” You gesture to the messy kitchen around you, “-all happen.”

You didn’t stop talking, “Every time we finished a hang out, a study sesh, a date, I would leave you both and go running back to them and man we would fucking laugh and laugh over all the dumbass shit you said.”

“Oh fuck, remember that night you told us about Billy telling you he loved you?!” Tatum laughed, her hand smacking you on the shoulder and Sidney perked up even more, “Oh my God!”

“I just love you so much-” You three mocked through fake tears before falling into a serious laughing fit.

“I did! I did love you, we both did-” Billy sobbed and you said, “I know that you did. It’s what made it so easy to trick you.”

“I told you everything, I was so open with you an-and you just-” His sentence broke off and you said, “Broke your heart? I know. Poor baby, I can be a real bitch.”

Stu began to make a move to try and get up, holding his side and Tatum’s laughing cut off, she fell to her knees, fingers in his hair, not unlike yours were earlier and she had the knife to his throat. “Don’t think I won’t do it. I’ve thought so much about it. Could slice your throat up and make a massive mess with very little effort.”

“You are all fucking crazy.” Stu spat and Sidney seemed less than impressed as she bit back, “Yeah real original Stuart.”

Sidney sighed then before she said, “So I’m getting just a touch bored so allow me to spell it out. I killed your mom, me and Tate are gonna kill you and Stu and pin it all on your dad. Got it?”

“Why?” Billy asked through more tears and you all groaned. “Oh my God, isn’t it obvious?”

Sidney kept going, “Because your mom ruined my fucking life, destroyed my family but yours stayed together! How is that fair?!”

Tatum chimed in, tone as lethal as she was, “It isn’t.”

“Right. It isn’t! So me and Tate and your little not-girlfriend cooked up this scheme to even the scales a bit.” Sidney was approaching Billy, knife brandished and she kept talking, “It was laughably simple and I am so fucking excited that I am going to be the one to run you through and get away with it.”

Stu was getting weaker and weaker, the blood was welling up from how hard Tatum was holding the knife to his throat, “Fu-fuck you.”

“Awe, we already did that and I gotta say, it wasn’t anything to write home about. You both called it, Billy's fingering is terrible, and Stu couldn't use that tongue properly to save his life! I dunno how I managed to fake my way through that mess.” You mocked him further still before saying. “But really we should wrap this up so in closing, Stu?”

You turned to him, “You are without a doubt one of the biggest, dumbest, most undeservedly overconfident assholes I’ve ever had the displeasure of getting to know.”

Turning to the other you say, “And Billy? You are a pathetic, whiny, fucking momma’s boy who no one is gonna miss.”

“Cold blooded!” Tatum laughed and Sidney cheered, “Well said! Couldn’t have put it any better myself.”

A look from brunette to blonde, knives at the ready, positioned just so, you watch with bated breath as there is a question of, “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

#Reverse!Poly!Ghostface X Reader #slasher x reader #Ghostface x reader #BHF writing #Multi-May #AT LONG LAST #IT IS HERE #FINALLY #Hope it was worth the wait #Enjoy the food #Eat it up

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kirbybecomesastarwarrior · 10 months

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KBASW Chapter: 1 The Nightmares of Reality

“Well I guess that’s the last of it!" jeered Gus.

*Bang

He plopped the last of the piece of lumber. Putting it with the rest of the menagerie of materials they gathered. Everyone in Cappy Town was scrambling around, pulling from the charred remains of their homes… Trying to salvage whatever they could find.

After the Destroya attack, the whole town was left incinerated. What was left of their little village was a burnt, empty hollow husk of what it once was. Buildings and houses were charred, roads were uprooted, and the giant oak tree that once stood proudly in the middle of the square was gone.

It's been a week since then...

But despite that, all the townsfolk were in good spirits, still pumped up on their success. Those who were there regaled their peers with the details of their journey. Extremely proud of their success… How they “went to the heart of NME’S lair and destroyed the place, they were heroes!”

~Even though technically a good portion of them didn’t do anything but hey, it was still “a win” ...

But more importantly, hearing this gave the other cappies a can-do attitude. It was that type of infectious attitude that made them believe “we can do anything”, giving them the willingness to work. Even the kids were helping out, especially Kirby.

The pink puffball was in the middle of helping Kawasaki yank out his old pan. It was buried under the roof; it jammed in a small pocket of debris. Luckily he was small enough to wiggle his way in through. Kawasaki anxiously waited, praying it wasn’t still usable.

*Pop*

Kirby emerged triumphantly out of the rubble. He waddled over with his pan; it was still in one piece.

“Thanks, Kirby,” he said as he happily hugged his beloved frying pan. “I’ll make sure you're the first person to eat at my restaurant once it reopens!”

"Poyo, poyo!" he cheered. Excited at the prospect of eating there again.

"Hey, can someone help me out?", Gengu asked. "My old sign is stuck!"

Before leaving, the chef thanked Kirby once again then,... Zoom, he was off on to help the next person. The whole incident really brought the town together. It was a chaotic but lively scene.

And at the center of all this chaos was Fumu. She was busy directing townsfolk around where to put everything. Looking and checking the quality of their findings.

“Alright, everyone, let's get organized!” Fumu called out. Quickly she whipped out a pen and clipboard and started to write. She carefully counted: jointing down all the things they had managed to save amongst the wreckage.

~GAAHH

Soon her brother made his way toward the town square with two fists full of trash bags. Brugglingly dragging them across...Unlike the rest of the town, he was in a foul mood. Before he even had the chance to set them down.

“Bun, trash doesn’t go there-”

“Aw, come on!” Bun whined, "Everything looks like trash right now!” Gesturing arms to the state of the town. Then he angrily yanked his two trash bags together and propped himself up beside them. Making a scene in the middle of town.

Everyone paused for a moment to watch the spectacle. "We've been working all day." he continued. "Can't we take it easy... my whole body's starting to feel sore!?"

Hearing this, everyone suddenly started to recall their aches and bruises too. They had indeed been working all day. And soon, work on the town halted all at once.

"Now that you mentioned it, my back starting to feel sore," Professor Curio called out. He started stretching and then.

*CRACK

"Ahh, my back" Curio sunk down to the ground. "I'm too sore to go on."

"Oh, me too...," Mabel said as she looked down at them. "At this rate, my calluses will have calluses." She dropped to the ground and leaned up against the remains of the old oak tree. "Perhaps we should all take a break."

"Mabel's got the right idea: we've earned it." Samo agreed. He made his way to sit beside her, with Mabel happily making room for him. The lively bartender was holding a big wooden crate under his arm.

He sat down and opened up the top. "I have some drinks I managed to find if anyone interested." It was filled with a colorful array of cold sodas and drinks. They shined beautifully under the boiling sun, like a trove of treasure. Making them look irresistible to any weary Cappy.

"I have some instants from the grocery store... might as well eat'em!" Tuggle soon joined in. He came carrying two boxes of food. They were filled with convenience store lunches and instant meals.

Soon all the townfolk dropped their things and took up Samo and Tuggle's offer. Lining up to get their free food and drink. Some of the other cappies started to take out snacks and share them with each other. They all began to walk away from the construction site and into the open field to enjoy their lunch.

It soon became a lively town picnic, much to Fumu's dismay.

"Wait a minute... we were making such good progress..." the young girl explained as she pointed at her clipboard. "We're almost done! We can start rebuilding soon-"

Mayor Len walked up beside her. "Fumu, I really appreciate your work ethic, but..." He gestured to the townsfolk. Everyone was comfortably relaxing and talking amongst themselves. Laying on the grass, taking in the sun... They were all dead set on taking a break. "I'd hate to be the one to put a damper on this!"

"He's right, dear!" his wife, Hana, chimed in.

She was all smiles carrying two bags of food and drink for her family. "Maybe, it's a sign we should call it a day: after all, it'd be a shame to waste such lovely weather." She leaned on her husband's shoulder. "Besides, we have all the time in the world."

"You know what, my darling... you make an excellent point!" he happily agreed with her. Taking his wife by the arm, he turned to the Fumu. "My child, lighten up; there's no more of this monster nonsense: problems solved, everything is fine now."

"Yeah, right... everything's fine." Fumu watched as the mayor was led away by his wife. She stared at them, laughing and chatting away: as if nothing was wrong. She soon became lost in thought, his words ringing in her ear.

~Everything's fine he says but why don't I feel fine-

“ Yeah, lighten up, sis!" Bun joined her once again. He came over with two sandwiches and soda pops. He offered her one of the drinks. "Don't be a killjoy for once here, have some-?”

*Smack

Swiftly she slapped the can out of his hand. "Oh, you just had to complain, didn't you?!" she scolded her brother. "Now they've stopped working!" She recoiled instantly after realizing what she had done.

Her brother wasn't having any of it, he snapped back. "Hey, what's your problem-."

"I DON'T KNOW!"

That caught him off guard... a silence settled between them. Her body seemed lifeless after that, but he could see her shaking. It was as if she was trying to shrink herself smaller and a sight: he had never seen before...

His strong-headed, hot-tempered, fearless older sister; was-...actually, he didn't know what she was at that moment.

“Hey sis... are you ok-“

“You guys gotta get back to the castle!” two small squeaky voices cried out.

Lololo and Lalala had suddenly appeared: the twins zooming towards the siblings with great speed. Both looked panicked and out of breath.

"Woah, Lololo Lalala; what's the rush?"

"JUST HURRY; WE'LL EXPLAIN ON THE WAY!" Lalala was in a panic. Immediately pushing them to run. Causing both brother and sister to forget something very important... and they weren't the only ones.

"Hey, where's Kirby?" Buttercup (Cheif Bookem's wife) asked.

Everyone was about to finish their meals when they realized the little pink puffball was nowhere to be seen. Which was an oddity of init of itself; Kirby was always where food was. The first one to nap and take a break... But the little orb was nowhere to be seen.

*Thunk *Thunk *Thunk

There was a loud hammering in the distance.

" I know that sound, Gengu said, "that's my hammer..."

Everyone followed the sound of the banging... It was only a hammer, but for some reason, there was something ominous about it. As if it was a prelude to something terrible.

The sight that awaited them was something they didn't expect. All the garbage and debris they left to clean was gone. Charred remnants of the town that still needed to be swept vanished. It was spotless...

The town was ready for reconstruction!?

What had happened was while everyone was away, Kirby continued to work. Cleaning up everyone's mess. Inhaling all the garbage and gathering up all the lumber by himself.

And at the center, Kirby was banging on the wooden log: a pitiful attempt to rebuild a house. Mayor Len was the first one to approach Kirby. "You didn't hear me call for a break: you can stop now-"

*Thunk *Thunk*Thunk

Despite his words, Kirby pressed on; as if he were in a trance. More people arrived at the scene, even more concerned now. Calling out to him: telling him "he could stop now."

*Thunk *Thunk*Thunk

But the little pink puffball would not budge: as if he were on autopilot. Hammering away, creating an unsettling requiem with it... Tuning them out.

*Thunk *Thunk *PING-

It was: Kawasaki; he halted Kirby's hammer with his frying pan own. The vibration of the metal finally made him stop; he turned to him and asked. "Kirby, what's wrong... why are ya still hammering away?"

The child slowly tilted his head to Kawasaki, meeting his eyes.

He finally got a glimpse of Kirby's face; he saw it. A dullness had come over Kirby's eyes. Dimming the brilliant blue of his eyes, the sparkle they once adorned it. The life of them was gone. A sight that made Kawaski quiver.

The small child looked away, lowering his head. And in a soft coo, he answered... "Po-yo...my fault-"

~Huh!? They were flabbergasted at his answer. And then, in response, Kirby gestured his little arms to the wreckage of the town... Tracing it back to what he was doing.

"What ?!" The Chief spoke out, "Who told you that-"

~Uh oh, they were the ones.

They were ready and willing to kick him out before Meta Knight came to the rescue with the Halberg. And here they were, treating him normally... pretending that little incident never happened.

But he remembered... Kirby remembered.

Everyone in the square gave each other that look -"OH MY GOD, how could we have forgotten that..."

"Kirby, you don't have to do that" Gengu swiftly swiped the hammer away from him out of shame. "Besides, we didn't mean it." He patted the little puffball's head, awkwardly reassuring him.

"Oh yes, you did!?" a snarly voice said. " Ya'll were practically ready to get the pitchforks and run'em out of town!" The sound of the voice came from the sky.

It was Tokkori; he had just arrived at the scene. He landed at the top of an old lamp pole (the remains of it). He continued on. "And you would have if Metal Head didn't come to the rescue with that big old ship of his."

"Kirby, don't listen to him: we didn't mean that honest... none of us meant it!" Samo was quick to shame Tokkori's. "Tokkori, apologize to Kirby!"

"Apologize, HA!" Tokkori answered back with even more fire in his! "What about all the times ya treated him like he had half a brain cell... not like guys were wrong but... I have never seen you guys apologize for that."

"Half the time you guys get tricked or side with Dedede!" He shrugged his shoulders. "You guys flop sides faster than a fish... " Tokkori began to chuckle. "You never apologized for that either...But then again it's not surprising, given how little he matters to ya..."

"Hey yeah, no good bird!", Tuggled called out. "STUFF IT!" He hucked a water bottle in an attempt to shut him up. Soon the others joined to silence him and get him away before he said anything else.

Tokkori was mad, but he was determined to prove his point. He went to the center of the square and flew even higher; so they could all see him. At this point, he was beet red, with anger ready to unleash his rage...

“HYPOCRITES! YOU’RE ALL HYPOCRITES!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. "AS SOON A PROBLEM COMES ALONG, YA BLAME HIM! AND WHEN HE FIXES IT, YA FORGIVE AND FORGET! IF HE DIDN'T FIX THIS MESS, SURELY YOU WOULD'VE KICKED HIM OUT... YOU'RE ALL TOO JUST COWARDLY, TO TELL THE TRUTH!"

In a sorry attempt to disprove Tokkori's claim, the townspeople pushed Mayor Len to the center.

"You know what we were... we were, we were-." the mayor fumbled with his words. He was panicked; he looked towards the crowd hoping that someone could retort back.

"Tell..."

"Huh!?"

They all turned around in unison. Not prepared for what they were about to see. What stood before them was no longer the fearless hero they had known, but a sad hurt little boy...

The little child started to tremble with tears in his eye. He looked at the townspeople. In a small wavering voice, he uttered again, "Tell..." Taking a deep breath, he spoke again in a tone he had never used before, which shook the cappies, "TELL KABI!"

He wanted the truth: were they really going to throw him out? After everything they've been through. Would they do it again? He had to know... But none of them had an answer for him.

"What's wrong; cat got ya tongues," soon Tokkori wore a smug grin on his face. " Face the truth... A monster exterminator; that's all Junior is to you!"

"That's not true at all! " Mabel said in response. "We all love-"

"Kirby do this..., Kirby destroy this, Kirby suck up that, Kirby kill that, Kirby save us from that!" he mocked. "As long as he gets the job done, you don't give a hoot!"

He flew around the town square as if he was doing a victory lap. He enjoyed their seeing sad, shameful faces; as they all stood there in silence. But that wasn't good enough for him.

"Once he messes up again, you'll find another reason to kick him out: you'll see." He landed right on top of the mayor's hat; to take one final jab at all of them. " Or maybe not, since there's no more monster to fight... who needs him-"

*sniffle*sniffle

In all his narcissism, he didn't even think about Kirby.

"What I was just saying was the truth-" Then he saw it... The last hint of sparkle that once shone in Kirby's eyes vanished. And replaced with a haunted hallow shadow. And all that was left was an empty VOID...

For once in his life, Tokori he knew... he went too far.

"Kir- Kirby I..." Before he could even justify his actions, Kirby fleed the scene, disheartened. Pushing and shoving everyone out of the way, with tears in his eyes. Unable to face any of them.

Soon a mob formed around Tokkori.

“Tokkori, look what you’ve done now?” Mayor Len turned his gaze to him. Soon everyone turned their attention to the arrogant bird. All eyes were on him. As their stares became more intense… he became more anxious.

Gus grabbed him from the top of the mayor's head, "C'mere ya rotten canary ..." Squeezing the bird into his fist. "You've said enough!"

"HOLD IT, HOLD I-". He turned pale as a ghost. "I can fix this just, let me get him-AH!?"

"EVERYONE JUST STOP IT, WE'RE ALL TO BLAME!"

It was Kawasaki... Sheepishly, he made his way to the center of the mob. "Are we really going to get mad at Tokkori for spitting facts..." His head was hung low, and his chef's hat crumbled in his hands. "The only reason none of us could say anything earlier is because it was the truth... we're just as bad."

He turned to the chief and asked, "Chief Bookem if a kid were to steal something from the store, would you arrest him..."

"Wait, what?" the chief was caught off guard by the question. "Of course not!"

"Why is that?"

"Well because he's a kid, ugh-"

Finally, everyone was able to grasp the reality of the situation. The truth is no one had an excuse. Kirby was their hero, their protector, but... had all forgotten that he was a kid. They failed him.

The chief knew exactly what Kawaski was driving at... they all knew, "Dammint this whole time we've been trying an innocent kid as an adult this whole time..."

"I realized that when I saw his little face, saying it was his fault." Tears started to well up in his eyes. "Only a little kid does that..." Kawasaki started to clench his hat even tighter. "If I see Kirby again: I promise I'll do whatever I can do to make it up to him... and give him all the food he can eat."

"We all knew he was a kid, but.... we were all just- I don't know, what we were thinking!" the mayor added. "We were so hard on Kirby this whole time and-" He clenched his fists. "AND FOR WHAT!?."

Ms. Hana started to tear up as she imagined one of her own kids in that position. And then she started to cry "If Kirby never forgives us, I don't blame him..."

By then Gus had already loosed his grip, enough for Tokkori to fly away, but he didn't. Instead, he just stayed there, still haunted by the image of Kirby. He thought of all the times he recklessly ran his mouth to Kirby.

Kirby had never said anything in his defense... he was so used to seeing him unaffected by his words. Believing he could get away with saying anything to him. But this time...

"I broke Kirby..."

Meanwhile, Kirby was running as fast as his little feet could carry him. Off to Castle Dedede to find the only person who could give him a semblance of comfort at this moment...

Fumu.

As he got closer to the castle, the heaviness in his chest increased; it overwhelmed his fragile little body. Desperate to take in the air: he began to hyperventilate. As he remembered the events that lead to his showdown with Nightmare. Reevaluating his relationship with everyone.

Remembering all the times his intelligence was questioned, remembering how quick they were to fall for Dedede's scheme and turn against him, and remembering all the times they made him feel like an outsider even though he was their "hero."

Boundless questions began to fill his head. "When I mess up, will they hate me again...", "If can't fight monsters anymore, will they make me leave...", "What am I going to do if I can't fight anymore...", "What can I do to make them love me again..."

"What am I worth: if I can't do anything!"

His heart hurt so much it was just too painful to bare. His worthlessness seemed all too true when they were ready and willing to kick him out... but one person could prove this wrong.

Fumu.

He needed Fumu; Fumu always made him feel better. She'd love him no matter what... Tokkori was wrong, right? He just needed to hear her say that she loved him, and that would prove it.

He was in such a daze that he didn't realize how fast he ran to the castle... his head was spinning. His vision was blurred, making him out of sync with his steps. It gave him a chance to catch his breath, but the voices in his head were relentless.

"So it was always Meta Knight, he just dumped this job on me!"

Kirby knew that voice... it was Fumu. He bolted toward's the sound of her voice. Just hearing it snapped him back to his sense. It was as if his hope was restored.

He saw her; she was with Bun, Lololo ,& Lalala. As he ran ever closer, his heart became fuller. Even some of the light he had in his eyes returned...

Just one more turn around the corner and then she'll-

"I thought I was the only one who could call on the Warp Star... but he could've- it didn't have to be me", she shouted. " I HAD TO PUT UP THIS ALL NONSENSE... BECAUSE HE MADE IT SEEM LIKE I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD LOOK AFTER KIRBY !"

~What(Poyo?)

Hearing that, Kirby stopped dead in his tracks. He started to cower back into the corner, hiding himself. He watched in horror as he saw her cry in frustration.

"I ALWAYS HAD TO BE THE RESPONSIBLE ONE HERE..., I ALWAYS HAD TO BE THE SMART ONE, I ALWAYS HAD TO PLAY THE GROWN-UP, AND FOR WHAT?... EVEN META KNIGHT DIDN'T WANT TO DO IT, SO WHY SHOULD I?!

~please stop... (Poyo-yo-)

"I NEVER WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO LOOK AFTER KIRBY!"

~CRACK

At that moment, something inside him broke.

He thought she loved him and that he was special to her.

But the reality of the situation was... she didn't love him the way he thought she did.

This was a moment she'd come to regret. But a moment that would push Kirby even closer to his destiny... She was no longer the guardian of the warp star and never would be again.

#kirby #kirby anime #kirby right back at ya #kirby fanfic #kbasw #kirby becomes a star warrior #tiff (fumu)#tokkori #hoshi no kaabii #I've brokenthechild #cappies #at long last #bun kirby

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devotedtosadpoetry · 22 days

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i finished the rough draft to the next chapter of stockholm

#FINALLY #THE WORDS ARE ON PAPER #WHICH MEANS #I CAN EDIT THEMMMM #AND GET THEM #OUT SOOOOON #AT LONG LAST #can you tell that this chapter literally murdered me like i kinda hate it but oh man what comes after is GREAT #anyways #rottmnt #down with the stockholm #rottmnt fanfic #down with the stockholm update #fanfic #leonardo angst #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rottmnt

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I read the lucilith thing you wrote. Holy shit. It took all day, and there's only two fucking chapters but it took all day.

I've never read anything that felt so "canon," that's the only way i can put it. It felt just like it was written into the script of a far away season in the actual show.

You're insane at writing bro. I don't rlly know much abt you but I was able to find this blog and I js wanted to let you know (hope you find this ig) how fucking good that story is.

Can't wait for chapter 3.

If I had time to draw rn I'd be drawing a huge bearhug to the anon symbol, maybe later today tho?👀

[obligatory link to fic if any followers of mine have missed it]

Anon this is THE BEST start to my day! WTF THANK YOU SO SO MUCH! It warms my heart that people like you are enjoying my writing so much!

Yeah I... have a bad habit of making projects way to big for my own good. I JUST HAVE SO MANY IDEAS DAMMIT in the past I've solved that issue by going, "this fic can only have x amount of chapters" and that's worked. This time I told myself only 5, and my brain just went "but no word limit right?" and now it's starting to look like each chapter is going to be 20-30k words 💀 and each one is taking me about a month to complete... I actually started writing chapter 1 end of january, start of february and I only posted it end of february. Chapter 2 similar thing... BUT so many people are really enjoying it! So it's worth it right?

hey

you

come closer

you want a sneak peek of 3? This is about a page into the start

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High pitched ringing was all Lilith could perceive at first. Eventually, as time passed, she became aware of more things. The air smelled foul. She was laying atop something soft, but underneath the soft layer was the hardest rock she’d ever felt. As far as sounds, it seemed like there was a faint rumbling in the distance, but nothing extravagant.

Blearily, she managed to open her eyes.

Lilith was face to face with Lucifer who seemed to be unconscious, just as she had been moments ago. The soft layer she was on was his wing, with another one lying limp on top of her.

She sat up slowly, groaning. Her body ached and her joints felt sore. The wings that were on top of her, slid off.

There was something grey drifting down from the sky, and apparently, she and Lucifer had been laying there long enough that a thin layer of it had started to build up on them. Well, mostly Lucifer. Up until now, she had been safely shielded by his wings.

Lilith gave him a nudge, “Lu, wake up,” she told him before moving to stand herself.

The sky was a deep blood red. Any clouds that formed were either grey or black. The ground too, the harsh rocky terrain she and Lucifer were on was also a dark grey. It was now that she realized, she and Lucifer were dead center in a crater of sorts.

That’s when the previous events all rushed back to her. Heaven attacked them and cast them down into, what was it the elders called it? Hell? Lucifer desperately shielded and protected her from the vicious onslaught and then from the impact of the fall itself.

Now with the full context, Lilith rushed back to Lucifer who still remained on the ground, “Lu?!” Lilith pushed back the wings that were covering his body, and unveiled multiple wounds from heaven’s attack. The blood had long since dried, and Lilith realized she too was covered in Lucifer’s blood. His wings were also covered in his blood as heaven viciously skewered them to prevent him from flying back out. His once flowing robes were all but tatters barely clinging to his form.

Panic now fully setting in as she realized he looked even worse than when he had fallen from heaven and wasn’t even stirring, not even a little. She couldn’t even hear him breathe raspy breaths like he had last time.

“Lu! Say something!” Lilith immediately cradled him.

His head immediately rolled back limply as she pulled him to her. Lilith needed to readjust her grip on him in order for his head to lean against her torso gently.

He had protected her… From everything. But the final blow had been the fall. If what little Lilith had experienced from the fall due to his protection had been enough to temporarily knock her unconscious and make her sore then… What must it have felt like to take the full brunt of it??

Tears began to build up in her eyes as she recalled him assuring her that she’d be okay. He had been unable to stop the crash, so he did everything he could to make sure she was going to be safe. Suddenly, it made sense why he had repositioned himself underneath her, to cushion her fall with his own body.

“Lu?!” she called again, “Lucifer!”

He remained still and unresponsive.

Lilith’s breath hitched in her throat. He couldn’t be- he wouldn’t- this couldn’t have… killed him???

Lilith pulled him tighter to her, choking back tears and shook with rage against heaven. Why push her and him into that crevice?? All this because he wanted to help her and Eve but that was against the rules apparently?? Weren’t they supposed to be good?! Weren’t they supposed to be kind?! And what could she have done while the elders attacked? She had been powerless to help! Worse… They used her to lure him into the hole. As Lilith held him and choked back sobs, it occurred to her that he still felt warm.

The faintest, slightest bit of hope fluttered in her, and she pulled away to get a better look at Lucifer. He still was completely still, and unresponsive but… maybe…

Lilith leaned her ear against his chest, hoping for what seemed to be the impossible.

Faintly.

Very

very

faintly

She could hear it. A heartbeat. Even fainter, she could hear a weak rattling breath from deep in his chest.

He was alive…

He was still alive!

Lilith pulled him into a hug, cupping the back of his head and holding him tightly. Her tears now weren’t from grief but relief. “You’re going to be okay,” she whispered to him, “It’s going to be okay…”

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anyways, this was an absolutely LOVELY start to my day ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ would love to talk to people about it if they want

thank you so much for coming to find me and leaving me this lovely comment!

#anon ask #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer #lucilith #fan fic #COMPLIMENTS #ASHHHHHASFLKADSFKLMLK #THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY #At long last #my creative writing degree is fulfilling its true purpose #making people cry on the internet #jk #gonna be in such a good mood today #best thing to wake up to I swear

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