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aealzx · 8 months

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“Augustine-,” Don called in a mix of fear and warning as the blaster took aim, picking up his bo and reflexively rushing forward to at the very least act as a bodily shield if it came to it. But he wasn’t faster than the pulse of energy crashing into the back of Donnie’s shoulder, shattering the turbine and knocking him forward to the ground. Being almost directly under the source of the anti mystic energy now, Donnie could only give a strangled half scream that cut off and curled around himself, trying to smother his pounding head to get away from the crippling migraine. He didn’t even notice Augustine coming to stand near him, holding a small handgun pointed at him with her free hand.

“... Not going to elaborate on that, Donatello?” Augustine asked, watching as Don stopped where he was as soon as the gun was drawn, daring him to continue his warning. “You’ve continued to harass me, and caused irreparable damage to not only my research, but also my facility, and my employees. For weeks. I think it’s only fair that for once I get to claim what I’m after. I’m the one who brought these two to this dimension. Therefore they’re mine to contro-”

The monologue of twistedly justified complaints and demands from Augustine was cut off by an armored leg colliding with the side of her head, the handgun clattering to the floor along with her unconscious body. “Surprise, bitch!” Leo belted in a moment of uncharacteristic language acting as an outlet for his myriad of conflicting emotions. He had just escaped being captive, ran through too many rooms of people pulling guns on him with only blinking lights to guide him, and then came into a room with a lunatic holding a gun at a collapsed teenager. Mikey could only respond to the abrupt swing in the situation by belting out a short laugh, flopping onto his back once again, but this time in relief. Raphael just grinned with a mild snort, scooping Lil Mikey up into a cradle and finally leaving his hiding spot. The three brothers had all seen Leo sprinting through the smoke, but hadn’t reacted so they wouldn’t give Augustine any hints that he was there. The choice of words from their frazzled brother had caught them all off guard though.

The unusual behavior didn’t last long. When Don rushed over to the mystic nullifier to disable it, Leo dropped to his knees next to Donnie, hands hovering towards him. “Hey… can you hear me?” he asked softly, not wanting to cause the kid any more throbbing in his apparently already miserable brain. He almost breathed a sigh of relief when Donnie cracked his eyes open to look up at him after the abhorrent machine was turned off. But the breath caught in his lungs and he had to quickly lean away when Donnie’s hand flung up towards his face, an aggressive, snarling hiss escaping the smaller form. “Woah- that’s new,” Leo muttered, momentarily surprised at the sound. He couldn’t blame Donnie for reacting that way, especially after getting a better look at his pale face, shaking form, and hearing his ragged breaths. “I’m here to help. It’s okay-” Leo assured, reaching out again after shaking his head slightly to Don to keep him from approaching and potentially making the teen feel trapped.

Donnie had shoved himself upright, but hissed again when he noticed Leo’s hands moving towards him, pulling away. “Don’t….-kng touch me,” he half slurred, voice failing and apparently forcing an enormous amount of effort into talking, swinging a hand to awkwardly try and swat Leo away again.

Leo’s brows furrowed, unsure of how to react. His first thought was to just pull the kid close and comfort him, but he didn’t seem to want any contact at all. Was he hurting? He looked more dizzy and exhausted than in pain. Leo wasn’t sure what use repeating himself would be in this situation. And he also wasn’t used to kids refusing help when they were in such a state. He could see the budding tears in the teens eyes, so Leo knew he was at his limit. Yet he was also refusing to back down. As though he didn’t think there was actually anyone there to help him.

Pursing his lips, Leo rapidly considered ideas and discarded them, feeling they would get the wrong response. After swatting him away Donnie’s hands had remained awkwardly in the air. But he was also swaying unsteadily, his gaze at nothing as he was apparently trying to collect himself enough to move. Or do something. It was a complete guess, but Leo took a gander and very gently moved his hands to loop his knuckles underneath Donnie’s shaking fingers. He didn’t grip Donnie’s hands in any manner, nor tried to move them. Just gave him somewhere to rest his limbs, and hopefully give him comforting physical contact and some sort of support that he had control over.

The touch caused Donnie to gasp, and flinch away slightly. But to Leo’s relief he didn’t pull away completely, or lash out. Just sat, staring at the hands his fingers were resting on in non comprehending confusion. His half focused eyes blinked at odd intervals, and fingers flexed experimentally while Leo remained in his chosen position, face an open book of worry.

After an uncomfortable stretch of motionless silence between them, Leo took another risk to speak up again. “...Can I take you to your brother?”

When Donnie’s gaze lifted to him with a squinted, unfocused stare, Leo slowly moved his head to look where Raphael was standing with Lil Mikey cradled carefully in his arms. Donnie’s gaze followed his, and when he saw Lil Mikey he drew a shuddering breath, leaning forward so far Leo thought he was going to fall over. But he dared not move yet, even as Donnie’s hand left his to weakly reach out towards Lil Mikey, the younger brother’s name a bare mumble of broken sounds.

“It’s okay Dee. They’re safe,” Mikey spoke softly, his concern for Donnie making it a little easier to ignore his throbbing arm and burning lungs.

Donnie didn’t seem to outwardly respond, but his gaze grew heavy as his eyes started to flutter, and form started to sag. Leo was afraid to startle him again, so forced himself to remain motionless until Donnie obviously collapsed. Only then did Leo reach his hands up to catch him, gently pulling him close to rest against his chest. “... I’m going to pick you up and take you to your brother now, okay?” he asked, even though he wasn’t sure if Donnie was still conscious, but he figured it was better to continue telling him what he was doing.

When he didn’t get a reaction, Leo just adjusted his grip on Donnie, scooping his arms under Donnie’s legs and easily hefting him up off the floor. As he rose to his feet Don took that as clearance to rush over, resting a palm on Donnie’s cheek before touching fingertips to his neck. “Slight fever, weak pulse…,” Don muttered, then pressed a finger against his headset while following Leo over to the rest of the group. “April, everyone is accounted for. Can you lead us out, and look up the video feed for the other Dontatello and send it to my phone? I need to see what they did…”

It wasn’t a comforting thing to hear from the ones that had rescued them, and as soon as Donnie was brought close enough Lil Mikey reached out his uninjured hand to quickly grab Donnie’s limp hand. At first he was worried he wouldn’t get a response, memories of Donnie’s motionless hand and unresponsive sleep coming to his mind. But after feeling Donnie’s fingers curl weakly around his, Lil Mikey gave a hesitant smile, giving Donnie’s hand a small squeeze back while allowing his cheek to rest against Raphael’s shoulder.

Watching the small exchange, Raphael was tempted to slap Augustine awake so he could give her a screaming lecture. But instead he motioned for Don to take the lead, making sure Mikey was still near him as well. “... Let’s get out of here,” Raphael directed, adjusting his position to be next to Leo. He didn’t want to force the two teens to have to let go of each other’s hands if he could help it. But then again that was only part of the reason to stick to his newly rescued brother’s side. Leo could only offer him a quick smile, and soft thanks before the worry returned to his features.

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I was spamming Nier piano music while editing the writing on this one. TvT so good.

The next part is already up, cause this is about where it would tie in with Rise Leon, Raph and April. But I've caught up on what I have typed out, so the next part after that might be delayed again XDD I work in spurts |D

Also I took out Augustine quickly, I know, but this is supposed to be a short project, so I didn't want to wear myself out on her. Especially since she's just an insert plot device villain ¯\_(979)_/¯

Random coban tip I learned from my momma: if coban is wrapped in a figure 8 around the arm instead of straight around the elbow it can still apply enough pressure on the blood draw site without making it feel like you're squeezing your arm in half when you bend it ;P

#my art #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt 2003 #cross dimension kidnapping #rise + 2003 crossover #03 Leo #Rise Donnie #03 Leo to the rescue #Donnie is so worn out #but he'll be okay now #writing #long post #someoddmix + mouzerequis you were right! X'D

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just-some-person-with-a-blog · 1 year

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Joel finding Ellie after David short exploration draft.

Hearing her echoed screams, seeing the smoke, the fire, nothing had hurt like this, not since Sarah, not even Tess. Nothing had felt like this before. This prolonged terror coursing through him, knowing instinctively he wasn’t going to make it in time. He wasn’t going to make it in time again. He was going to fail her like he failed Sarah. Hold her body, broken and bleeding, knowing every touch just caused more pain, more suffering for his girl, for his girls. Because she was his now. Not just some job, not cargo anymore, his girl, and she was dying he was sure of it. That’s all those screams could mean, she was hurting she was burning and it felt like he was burning to, inside out, the flames keeping her in bellowing out of his own chest. But then the doors opened. A figure emerging from the flaming building, smoke billowing out around her waist, sinking towards the ground in heavy clouds. And now he understood. He had felt the fear before, because nothing felt quite like this. Relief tanged with burning fear through his bones, his very blood surging through his veins with renewed life. Nothing was going to live up to the feeling of seeing Ellie, trembling, covered in blood and bruises, limping dazedly towards anywhere but where she was, alive. Alive and breathing. Chest moving, lungs filling with precious air. And finally, finally he reaches her, both their steps heavy in the snow, and he reaches knowing that nothing will feel right until he can feel those breaths against his own chest, feel her heartbeat next to his. But as his hands reach their destination, she screams. Alarm filling him, engrossing his brain in fog as he looks around for the cause, until the acute realization hits him, this all occurring within seconds, that’s she’s screaming because of him. He’s touching her and she’s screaming, and he knows by God as his witness, that whoever placed their hands on this girl, on his girl, making her scream with fear in her eyes she hadn’t even had facing guns, facing clickers, would die. Painfully, bloody and screaming to the end with no mercy to be found. But that anger had to go, so he held her face, so gently in the way he thought he had forgotten by now and choked out, “It’s me. It’s me.” Trying to calm her thrashing body, repeating it like a mantra, “It’s me. It’s me,” until her violent shaking ceased and clarity returned to her eyes, but his hands wouldn’t leave her. Cradling her face trying desperately to let her know she was safe, it was him, not whatever monster she had been trapped with. “Hey, look,” desperation filling the empty gaps between his words as his tone lilted upwards, disguising his need to dissolve into his own breakdown. “It’s me…It’s me.” And God, now that clarity has found her eyes, her body nullifying her fight and flight, the fear, the terror was what he was prepared for. Not this. Never this absolute trust mixed with horror haunting her face. “He…” She said, trembling threatening to return in full force. “It’s okay.” He mutters out bringing her to his chest, tucking her face into his shoulder, taking her to where she belonged, where he knew for certain she was safe. Tucking her away from whatever had happened, hiding away both their grief stricken faces, because he had to be strong. He had to be strong for her, and he couldn’t fall apart, at least not now, not when she needed him the most, covered in blood, shaking in pain and fear. With his hand placed with care on the back of her neck he utters “It’s okay. It’s okay baby girl. I got you. I got you.” And he did. It had been hours, maybe days she had been gone, and he had done things he thought he would leave in the past, but with his own striking clarity he knew that he would do anything for this girl. Anything to keep her safe, keep her laughing, keep her breathing. She wasn’t Sarah, and she didn’t need to be. She was Ellie. They were both his girls.

#the last of us #tlof #tlou spoilers #joel the last of us #ellie the last of us #joel and ellie #my writing

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wackus-bonkus-maximus · 2 years

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Hi! I'm in love with all of odnlb, but one thing that I loved the most was how you handled the power ups. We already saw the fox, bee, snake and even the ladybug miraculous in the fic, what about the other miraculous? What power up do you think they could have? Or is there any canon power you would change? Like the tiger and goat being very similar to the cat and ladybug miraculous, or maybe the rooster being... well, the rooster power. I'm just in love with the idea of epic powers! In the show almost all of them look very harmless, but the concept could work better with more danger :D

i'm SO glad you like my take on the power-ups! i am a huge fan of the superhero genre in general and i consume all kinds of superhero content (marvel, dc, & even shows like invincible and the boys) so a lot of my power-ups are inspired by some of my favorte supers.

black cat power up - will be shown in odnlb. we kind of saw it already in the chapter 11 flashback, but he will use it again in present time. so i'll let you ponder that one a bit longer ;) or you can go read my other fic what makes a monster because i did it there too jkasd;kjafk;afk;f

turtle - will be shown in odnlb ;)

bee - got one more power up out of her in odnlb ;)

rabbit - she's pretty op already but i'm thinking the power up is reality-hopping. she can already access alternate timelines as shown in chat blanc, so being able to go back and forth between them is most likely her biggest ability.

butterfly - will be shown in odnlb >;)

ox - since his power is immunity to other powers, his power up would probably be nullifying the power used against him!

horse - portal to other realities/dimensions! he can't go back and forth in time, but i am imagining america chavez level dimension hopping. he and alix can chill in the hot dog dimension.

mouse - multiply without getting smaller (if she wants); can grow or shrink if she so wishes

monkey - since he can malfunction a holder's powers, i can see him being extra trickster-y and start swapping them with other powers too. imagine tigress comes at him with clout and he swaps it right then and there with voyage... it would be uproariously funny omg

dog - she can fetch an object she touches with her ball; what if she is able to track an object given to her already? that would be hella useful if trying to track down stolen miraculous!

dragon - will be shown in odnlb ;)

tiger - it's a little different from the black cat miraculous. cataclysm makes something bad happen to the target, but clout makes tigress one-punch-man essentially. i think a good power up would be non-contact clout; she can just aim and fire for as many times as she likes without detransforming.

goat - this is one i would change. it's the miraculous of passion, so why not make genesis generate abilities instead of objects? but not magical abilities, like the butterfly miraculous. i'm thinking non-magical abilities, like a singing talent or a strategy talent. "oh no i don't know what to do. quick nathaniel, make me smart." boom, all kinds of problems solved.

rooster - it's pretty much the butterfly miraculous...? right? something i don't get because his power is sublimation. what would make more sense to me is if he could shapeshift! he would be able to transform into any animal or person he needs to without detransforming.

pig - this one has so much potential!!!!!!!! she could do mass hypnosis, trap all of france in a dream state that they wouldn't want to wake up from because they'd be living out their heart's desire in their heads. maybe she'd even be able to go into those visions and talk to the victims and get them to tell her all their secrets. tbh this is the one i'd be the most scared of.

peacock - will be shown in odnlb ;)

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous power ups #odnlb

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kudosmyhero · 9 months

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The Amazing Spider-Man (vol. 1) #54: The Tentacles and the Trap!

Read Date: January 11, 2023 Cover Date: November 1967 ● Writer: Stan Lee ● Penciler: John Romita ● Inker: Mike Esposito ● Colorist: {uncredited} ● Letterer: Sam Rosen ● Editor: Stan Lee ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● picking right up from where we left off with Dr. Octavius answering an ad at Aunt May's house. since they've met before--and because May is a terrible judge of character--they're moving right along with the deal ● Aunt May: Didn't I hear something… about you being wanted… by the police? || Otto: Oh, heavens no, madam! That was just a mistake! ● ^that was in regards to the nullifier in the previous issue ● I really love panels with high-contrast lighting

● Spidey gives up searching for Doc Ock and heads home. he looks exhausted, really ● picks up the phone to call Aunt May ● (random thought: are boarding houses still a thing?) ● we don't see any of Peter/May's phone convo ● May's tv is showing electrical interference ● the next morning we see Harry calling to Peter offering breakfast ● Peter is startled because he's in the middle of mixing web fluid, and his Spider-Man costume is just hanging on the back of his closet door ● Peter comes out of his room finally, but by then Harry is in a pissy mood ● Peter heads to the Bugle to try to get a lead on Doc Ock ● he meets Joe Robertson for the first time ● no news on Ock, so Peter goes to the Coffee Bean (I guess Silver Spoon is old news in terms of hip hangouts) ● Gwen and M.J. competing for Peter's attention ● buuuut Peter remembers Aunt May has a new boarder and he wants to go see if everything's ok (what was even the point of coming to the Coffee Bean?) ● Peter gets to Aunt May's (Mrs. Watson is out of town), and his Spidey sense starts going off ● Aunt May and Otto Octavius are sipping tea while Peter just about shits himself in shock ● Aunt May tries to calm Peter down. Octavius offers to speak to him alone ● we don't often see extreme emotion on Peter's face; in his most high-strung situations, his expressions are hidden behind his mask, so it's kinda cool to see panels like these

● Peter lurks outside of May's house for hours until it's dark enough to become Spider-Man ● Spider-Man shines his light through the window of Ock's room, which shocks Ock because he thought he was dead. (you're a scientist, Dr. Octavius. You made an assumption without evidence. Shame on you.) ● Spidey wants to lure him out of his aunt's house, but Ock reaches out to his former crew when he was the Master Planner ● boy, they arrived fast ● Spidey is holding back because he doesn't want to attract Aunt May's attention ● gas attack! ● (why didn't they lead with that?) ● (ah, that's why. it's short-acting. took Spidey down for maybe 10 seconds) ● one of the neighbors called the cops ● Aunt May goes outside to see what all the fuss is about, which means Ock is in the house alone; Spidey makes his move ● Aunt May comes back and… well… see for yourself:

● Spider-Man stays with Aunt May while Doc Ock makes his escape ● Anna Watson is gonna be livid when she sees the state of her house… ● wow, Spider-Man unmasks to try to show Aunt May she has nothing to fear, but she's still limp in his arms ● he calls the doctor and changes into civvies while he waits ● "Do you know what caused the shock?" I dunno, Doc, but that giant hole in the wall might have something to do with it… ● Peter is pissed ● 👏👏👏👏

Synopsis: Believing that Spider-Man is dead, Dr. Octopus decides to lay low for a while. Coincidentally enough, he ends up taking up residence at May Parker's home in the room she put up for rent. Setting up shop there, Octopus gets in touch with his men and gets them to organize once more. While at Peter's apartment he shares with Harry Osborn, tensions between Peter and Harry increase. After a quick trip to sell pictures of Dr. Octopus to Jameson, Peter visits Mary Jane and Gwen Stacy where both compete for a date with Parker, when Peter remembers he should check on his Aunt May to make sure everything is okay with the new boarder. When he arrives at his old home, he is shocked to find the boarder in question is his long time foe.

Peter tries to warn Aunt May about how dangerous Octopus is, however Aunt May won't hear it, and when left alone with Octavius, the doctor warns Peter that his aunts life depends on him keeping his mouth shut. Of course, Octopus doesn't know that Parker is his old foe, and when Spider-Man arrives later that night to battle him, Octopus is shocked to see that his enemy survived their last battle.

The Doctor's men arrive and there is a battle on the front lawn of the Parker house. When Aunt May is roused by the battle, she sees Octopus battling Spider-Man. When Octopus tells May that Spider-Man was trying to rob her home, she faints. Rushing to May's aid, Spider-Man is unable to stop Dr. Octopus from getting away. Changing back to his identity of Peter Parker, Peter calls for an ambulance and vows that he will get his revenge against Dr. Octopus.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Amazing_Spider-Man_Vol_1_54)

Fan Art: Doc Ock by MattDeMino

Accompanying Podcast: ● Swinging Through Spider-Man - episode 54

● Let's Read Spider-Man - episode 33

#marvel #my marvel read #spider-man #podcast - let's read spider-man #podcast - swinging through spider-man #fan art #doctor octopus #comics #comic books #podcast recommendation #marvel comics

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Episode 9: I Think Covert Ops Are Supposed To Be Stealthier Than This…

Open to RAIKO taking a casual stroll down the street, doing that reclining elbows-up pose protagonists love to do in anime

RAIKO: Ahhh, it feels nice to get out of the house every now and then! Man, I’ve spent so much of my life here, it’s hard to think that I’ve never been able to just walk around the city on my own until now…

Her relaxed tone shifts to contemplation

RAIKO: Geez, they kept me locked up in that joint for how long? And when I finally did get out, I got locked away somewhere else.

Then it shifts into frustration

RAIKO: Still can’t believe those bastards threw me under the bus like that! I swear, they only kept me around for my ability!

And then sorrow

RAIKO: Maybe that’s just the way it is. I mean, even the crew I’m running with now only brought me along because I seemed “useful”. Hell, the only one who even bothered to hear me out was Mizuro…

And then she tries to circle back into relaxation

RAIKO: Oh well, no point in dwelling on it now. Guess I just gotta deal with it…

But falls back to frustration instead

RAIKO: But why me? Why am I the one who has to deal with this?! Everyone else gets to go on walks, see the sun, feel the wind! How come I can only do that stuff now?!… Am I still trapped?

RAIKO hears a voice come from behind her to answer her question and stands there in shock when it says…

VIKTOR(smug): Nah, you’re free as a bird right now, but I'm sure we can still find a decent cage for you!

RAIKO quickly turns around to see who it is, but becomes even more alert when she realizes that no one is there. Then she hears him from behind her again

VIKTOR: Oh, but don’t worry about staying with us for too long though! Once we’ve confiscated your power you’ll be free to go again!

Tension rising, RAIKO looks around frantically trying to find the source of the voice, and then she looks up to see a man in a trench coat sitting above her on the roof of the building, dangling his right foot without a care in the world

RAIKO: Who the hell are you?!

VIKTOR: That’s not important right now. Instead of worrying about who I am or why I’m here…

VIKTOR jumps down from atop the building and lands right in front of RAIKO. When he pops back up from his landing position he leans in closer with a menacing grin on his face, unsettling her a bit

VIKTOR: you should be worrying about how you’re gonna beat me.

Cue intro

RAIKO takes action, stepping back and then going in for a right hook. VIKTOR dodges her first attack and effortlessly catches both of her subsequent attacks, which are left and right hooks respectively. RAIKO tries to shake loose, but VIKTOR’s grip is too strong

VIKTOR(still smug): Woah! Hey! Calm down! Why don’t we just talk this out like civilized adults? I’d rather not have to hit a lady.

RAIKO: Get the hell off me, CREEP!

RAIKO releases a sudden burst of electricity to repel VIKTOR, but he stands there unphased by it as if it had simply bounced right off of him

RAIKO: What the-?!

VIKTOR: Surprised?

RAIKO tries once again to blast him away, this time using a far more potent attack, but once again VIKTOR just tanks it like it was nothing

VIKTOR: We’ve got all your info in the database, Raiko Akemi, so coming up with a countermeasure for your power was child’s play! A drug that gives my skin partial rubber-like properties is more than enough to completely nullify your ability!

VIKTOR pulls RAIKO into a headlock; his left arm holding both of her arms behind her back and his right arm wrapped around her neck

RAIKO: Ahg- what is this bullshit!?

VIKTOR: Now now, no need to get upset! Look, I’m just here to capture you and your new friends is all, but let me tell you something; if you get sent back to P.Corp, they’ll rip your power from you. Y’know, the “one thing that makes you useful”? The “only reason they brought you along”?

RAIKO: What the fuck!? How long were you listening to me?! There’s no way that shit’s legal- you can’t do that!

VIKTOR: You forget one thing, Ms. Akemi; you’re a wanted criminal! The law doesn’t care about you! You can cry all you want, but no one’s gonna help you out here.

RAIKO tries to call for help, but as soon as she opens her mouth VIKTOR morphs one of the metal finger guards he’s wearing into a steel muzzle to cover it. RAIKO struggles to get loose, but VIKTOR’s hold is too tight

VIKTOR: Y’know, I understand where you’re coming from. I also sometimes feel like those around me only see me as an asset. A tool. Something they can use however they see fit and put away when they’re done. So how about we make a deal? You tell me everything you know about the other three you escaped with, and I’ll see what I can do about the whole “power stealing” thing, okay? Maybe we could get you a job a P.Corp instead, eh? You’d make a pretty good guaaaard~! We need another one anyways after what you guys did to Zach.

VIKTOR reshapes the muzzle into a finger guard to let RAIKO speak again

RAIKO: You’re fucking crazy if you really think I’d sell them out just to keep my powers! There’s no way in hell I’d put them through that!

VIKTOR: Oh don’t worry, their powers are safe. We just wanna study them is all! We’ll run some tests on them, do a couple of experiments, maybe open them up a bit, but at the end of the day, they’ll be fine! The only one who stands to lose something here… is you.

RAIKO thinks about her options for a bit, reconsidering her current values. Should she really be looking out for these people? She’s only known them for about a week or two. They only brought her along for her power. Topping it all off, KASAI’s constant presence is pretty annoying too

RAIKO: Well, if that’s how it is, then…

Cut to YANZO chilling on the rooftop of HEMAL’s Facility, drinking some apple juice, when suddenly the bright and sunny sky is blocked out by massive dark clouds. An ENORMOUS lightning bolt strikes the middle of the city, and a startled YANZO spits out his apple juice while scrambling down the stairs as rain starts to pour down from the clouds. Cut back to RAIKO and VIKTOR with smoke rising off both of their bodies, RAIKO still trying to break free from VIKTOR’s grip

VIKTOR: Still trying to fight, huh? Nah, I get it, loyal to the end! I’m the same way! Guess we’ll just have to torture the information out of you instead. Didn’t want it to come to this, but you leave me no choice.

VIKTOR starts reforming his finger guards into multiple sharp objects which he then begins to tauntingly flourish in front of RAIKO’s face

VIKTOR: Last chance, little birdie! Sing for me…

VIKTOR slowly glides one of the morphed finger guards down RAIKO’s face, letting a drop of blood escape her cheek

VIKTOR: …or I’ll make you cry.

KASAI: Little birdie? I dunno, she seems more like a shark to me.

VIKTOR: Huh?

VIKTOR turns around to see KASAI, MIZURO, and YANZO standing there, ready to fight. He grabs a nearby pole and reforms it into three large metal bands that forcefully bind RAIKO to a nearby wall

VIKTOR: Well what a surprise, you brought them all to me! Of course! That wasn’t an attack, it was a beacon! Man, this makes my job so much easier!

MIZURO: Who the hell are you?

VIKTOR: Well, seeing as we’re all here and I’m about to take you in anyway, I might as well introduce myself! My name is Viktor Raizen, and I’m here to put you back where you belong.

YANZO: “Back where we belong”? You wanna rephrase that?

VIKTOR: I know what I said!

RAIKO: Can you guys cut the chit-chat and beat him already?

KASAI: On it!

KASAI dashes in while heating up his hand, intent on delivering a burning blow to VIKTOR’s face, but VIKTOR ducks under the punch and delivers one of his own to KASAI’s gut. VIKTOR’s hand stays there for a moment before his finger guard suddenly extends into a long metal pole, launching KASAI back and further injuring his gut. KASAI stumbles back a bit while clenching his stomach before steadying himself between MIZURO and YANZO

VIKTOR(smug): Careful! You shouldn’t just blindly rush into a fight against someone you don’t know anything about! If I wanted to, I could’ve ended you right there!

KASAI(through gritted teeth): Oh yeah? Try me.

KASAI nods to MIZURO and YANZO, and they nod back. MIZURO starts gathering as much of the water in the area as he can into a pressurized ball, and YANZO quickly forms some hardwood armor for protection as he and KASAI both rush VIKTOR at the same time. YANZO reaches VIKTOR first and goes for a left jab to his face, but VIKTOR simply places his hand on the torso section of YANZO’s armor and makes it form a wooden fist that hits YANZO square in the jaw.

He tosses YANZO behind him as he refocuses on KASAI, who’s starting to understand how VIKTOR’s power works. Just before he reaches VIKTOR, KASAI tosses a fireball at his left foot to distract him, but VIKTOR counters KASAI’s move by kicking him in the chest with the foot he was aiming for. VIKTOR then swings his pole and lands a clean hit to KASAI’s face, forcing him back once again

KASAI(thinking): Shit, this guy’s good. His reactions are honed to a T, there’s no way to get through!

KOAL: You’re holding back.

KASAI(thinking): What?! No I’m not! Why would I hold back here?! He’s got Raiko hostage!

KOAL: You won’t win like this. Why not do what we did last time?

KASAI(thinking): NO! WE ARE NEVER DOING THAT AGAIN! HEROES DON’T KILL!

KOAL: Then we are doomed to fail. He moves too fast for us to dodge his attacks normally, and the rainfall would put you out in an instant if you were to flame morph. It was nice knowing you, Kasai.

KASAI(thinking): No, I’ll find another way.

YANZO: KASAI, MOVE!

KASAI, bewildered by YANZO’s shouting, looks around and notices that while YANZO was on the ground he gathered enough vines to grip VIKTOR’s legs and hold him in place. He ducks out of the way as MIZURO unleashes a heavy torrent of water on VIKTOR, who cuts through the vines quick enough to just barely evade the stream as he turns to face YANZO

YANZO: Damn it!

VIKTOR: Clever thinking, but not clever enough I’m afraid!

VIKTOR goes for a left kick to YANZO’s face, but YANZO grows a tree underneath himself in an instant, dodging VIKTOR’s kick and causing him to full force slam his shin into the tree

VIKTOR: Ah! Shit!

VIKTOR’s kick leaves a sizable indentation on the tree, but also seriously hurts his shin. MIZURO forgoes the long-range combat idea and shifts into mid-range, forming a sort of water whip in his left hand and stepping forward

MIZURO: (to KASAI) Stay on the offensive, I’ll cover you.

KASAI: Got it!

VIKTOR quickly turns to see KASAI and MIZURO approaching, then firmly grasps a section of the tree. He reforms part of the tree into a decent-sized club and separates it from the tree, then he chucks it at KASAI and kicks the tree in the vacant spot where he had formed the club from, causing it to snap and fall. MIZURO cracks the club out of the air with his water whip and keeps going. VIKTOR gets out of the way of the tree as it topples over; bringing YANZO, who lands right in front of MIZURO and KASAI, down with it. Stopped by the fell lumber, they help YANZO up as VIKTOR takes a moment to stretch a bit

VIKTOR: Y’know, you guys are pretty tricky, but you’re way out of your league here. Look, we could end all of this right now if you would all just hand yourself over to P.Corp, okay?

KASAI: Fuck that!

YANZO: Wait, P.Corp? Those are guys who captured us?

VIKTOR: Oh, you didn’t know? I assumed you were well aware of exactly who you’re dealing with.

YANZO: No, that doesn’t make sense. P.Corp doesn’t just take in anyone who gains a power, they capture criminals! Why the hell did you guys take US in?

MIZURO: Well I can’t speak for the two of you, but I know I’ve never committed a crime in my life!

KASAI: I haven’t done anything either!… Well, nothing that they would know about anyway!

VIKTOR: Huh, guess that IS kind of odd. Oh well, my job is to capture you, not to question the word of our CEO.

KASAI(thinking): Tch, this is getting us nowhere! What do we do?!

KOAL: You could always stop holding ba-//

MIZURO: I’ll handle it from here.

MIZURO steps in front of KASAI and YANZO, brandishing his water-whip. KASAI and YANZO both look at MIZURO, then nod to each other and back off

MIZURO: He’s an excellent fighter and a quick thinker, but in this weather, I have the advantage. You two just stand back, that way I can focus on taking him out.

YANZO: You got it.

KASAI: Give him hell, Zamu!

RAIKO: Be quick, the rain’s gonna clear up soon!

VIKTOR: Ah, a classic, one-on-one fight! Now THIS is getting me excited! Alright, chosen champion, show me what you’ve got!

MIZURO: Huh, I guess this could be likened to a champion fight! In that case, I’ll make a special note of this duel in particular.

MIZURO flourishes his water whip while he speaks, pulling it taut as he finishes

MIZURO: Help me see what a proud warrior getting his shit kicked in looks like, would you?

A cheeky grin stretches across VIKTOR’s face

VIKTOR: If you insist, water boy!

And his respirator mask suddenly closes

VIKTOR reforms part of the toppled tree into a baseball bat, and then he reforms some of his finger guards into a studded metal covering for the bat. VIKTOR does a fight-provoking gesture to MIZURO with the bat, and MIZURO readies his whip. There’s tension in the air as both warriors stand there for a moment, reading each other.

MIZURO makes the first move, cracking the whip to the ground and kicking into the air as he approaches VIKTOR, spinning viciously with the whip. VIKTOR uses his bat to guard against the whip, which then grabs his bat and attempts to rip it out of his hand. VIKTOR quickly morphs one of his remaining finger guards into a covering for both his hand and the bat’s handle, making it impossible for MIZURO to get the bat out of his hand. VIKTOR pulls back on the bat, bringing MIZURO towards him. He swings it at MIZURO’s head, but MIZURO just barely dodges the swing.

VIKTOR quickly brings the bat over his head, but when he tries to slam it down on MIZURO he manages to catch the bat with both hands. With his free hand, VIKTOR goes for a palm strike to MIZURO’s chest, but MIZURO blasts VIKTOR away with a high-pressure burst of water from his mouth.

As VIKTOR stumbles back, MIZURO quickly pulls a small wave of water from underneath VIKTOR’s feet, causing him to fall over. MIZURO then encases his fist in water to add extra weight to it and goes to land a knockout blow to VIKTOR while he’s down, but VIKTOR rolls out of the way in the opposite direction of RAIKO, who notices that he has started to make some distance between them. In one swift motion, VIKTOR rises from the ground

RAIKO(Thinking): This whole fight he’s been sticking near me to make sure the others don’t go for anything extreme, but now he’s trying to get away! Wait, then that means-

RAIKO: Hey, Mizuro! I think his drug wore off! Get him over here so I can zap his sorry ass!

KASAI: You ever try NOT blurting out your plans!?

RAIKO: Shut it, brightburn! C’mon Mizuro, we got this!

VIKTOR: Oh yeah!? Let's see you try!

VIKTOR holds the bat out to his side and reforms it once more. The bat becomes thinner and longer as the metal studs and pieces gather at the top and form a curved blade. Once fully formed, VIKTOR flourishes his new scythe a bit before reentering his battle stance

VIKTOR: From the intel we gathered, we were able to piece together that you guys have a sort of revival technique. We also concluded that they’re most likely tied to the powers you got from that space rock; otherwise, Hot-Head over there wouldn’t even be here! With that being said, I think it’s about time I stop holding back!

YANZO: Careful Mizuro, he means business now! You can’t give him any leeway, otherwise, you’re dead!

MIZURO: Tell me something I don’t know!

Recreating his water whip in his left hand, MIZURO gathers and condenses some water into the fingertips of his right hand, loading high-pressure ranged attacks into each one. Just as VIKTOR did, MIZURO also flourishes his weapon and gets ready to fight one last time, determination burning in his eyes

MIZURO: I’m ending this fight, right here, right now!

Cue outro

To Be Continued…

#errata #original story

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sparrow-stunned · 2 years

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Imagine platonic Zhongli going to azhdaha for ideas at this point he's desperate to keep his baby dragon home and away from Venti because he doesn't think anyone is good enough for his child

Zhongli: hello old friend

Azhdaha: why are you here you already sealed me again what now

Zhongli: I just had a question is all

Azhdaha: hurry it up then

Zhongli:I was wondering how comfortable it is to be sealed

Azhdaha: excuse me

Zhongli: I need to know if it's comfortable enough in case I decided to seal my child in our abode

Azhdaha: what why

Zhongli: to keep them away from barbatos who can't keep his grubby hands where they shouldn't be he even had the nerve to marry them and not get a ring

Azhdaha: leave just leave

love this conversation! zhongli and azhdaha just peak comedy duo

azhdaha secretly looking forward to zhongli's visit only to be bombarded with questions about how comfortable it is to be sealed, is just so done with him.

azhdaha : maybe it was a good thing that i have limited contact with you because i'm starting to despise you more than i thought possible

zhongli: you didn't answer my question

azhdaha: why don't you try it yourself, how would you like being sealed away for eternity. now gtfo before you make me erode even more

zhongli just buying up everything in liyue to make sure that when he does seal away darling, that all they would ever need is there. dragon hoarding tendencies just at full throttle, the urge to keep his child away from possible threats to their parent-child relationship.

oh but he would spoil his child so much, even after they were trapped in his adeptal abode. anything they want, he finds some way of... procuring. boredom? no problem, he just whisks away storytellers and a whole ass opera troupe so that they can perform for darling. overnight, people just disappearing, only to reappear the next day in a daze like, "what just happened"

also, i just thought of it, but zhongli would definitely be the type to look at the marriage contract and find some way of nullifying it. starts digging into whether their officiator was even legally allowed to marry them, or looking into ancient laws that no one really pays attention to in both liyue and mondstadt for loopholes.

zhongli: okay, according to liyue's marriage act, chapter 18, section 2, article 4, for a marriage to be legally recognized in liyue, you have to submit these forms—which you and that bard did not, so you're not married after all. isn't that great, dear??

darling: oh, don't worry, father! yanfei helped us file all the correct paperworks, isn't she just the greatest? so helpful

yanfei somewhere far away: why am i shivering so much?

#psyche.answers #anonymous asks #platonic zhongli x reader #azhdaha being lonely and looking forward to zhongli's rare visit only to be bombarded with questions about being sealed away #azhdaha: i hate you so much #fretting zhongli is best zhongli #my overbearing dragon father

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sukirichi · 3 years

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Breakfast: ingredient 64 + sugar 5 for inumaki

Okay, but like- what about inumaki's first kiss? His mouth is a very sensitive area and his first kiss would be a very intimate act, so here's what happens: reader and him are mutually pining BUT all everyone else sees is the sexual tension between them.

Somehow itadori manages to lock them in a dark small space, where they share their first kiss, yet they don't speak about it and to each other for a long time. At some point itadori (i swear this kid is a matchmaker) points out how y/n and toge can't even glance at each other and inumaki breaks. Late at night he shows up at reader's dorm, pins her to the wall and kisses her like no tomorrow. After they eventually have a rough make out with toge's shirt coming off, they lay on her bed where reader tells him she really likes him and he grabs her chin to stop her rambling and she looses it when she sees so much love and lust swirling in his eyes (they maybe have a third make out round 👀) and in the end they come to the conclusion they love each other and that they should have acted sooner on it.

I don't know if make outs count as nsfw and i read that you can write only sfw for inumaki, so it's okay if you can't complete this request. Just let me know you if can't.

Also get prepared to be spoiled spammed with asks.

— 🍰 strawberry shortcake anon

delicate

the first kiss with inumaki toge is as delicate as he is.

meal order: ★🥞 + 64 (canon au) + 5 (mutual pining) + sensitive first kiss with inumaki, them trapped in a room + yuuji as matchmaker uwu + WALL PIN KISS YES SIR + basically hot af inumaki

warnings: nothing really, just make out sessions and implications of smut, also UH soft dom inumaki toge, i guess? unedited as always

song i listened to while writing: I.F.L.Y. by Bazzi

note: 🍰 anon TYSM for this request, my heart was legit doki doki the whole time. this totally reminds me of why inumaki was my first crush and he’s the reason i came to watch jjk lol i love him so much <3 i hope this is what you’ve been looking for and that you like it! i had a lot of fun writing this one!

“Yuuji, don’t!” You tried to scramble against the strawberry haired boy’s grip, but he was far too strong, and it didn’t help that Nobara’s riled up self was helping him push you back inside the storage room. “Yuuji, Nobara, I’m your senpai, have some respect—” You don’t get to finish your words before you’re pushed inside, landing on the floor with a thud.

“Yuuji!” You banged your fists on the door once you’ve recovered, screaming at the top of your lungs. From outside the door, you heard the underclassmen giggle and run away, leaving you with your crush, Inumaki Toge, of all people.

Falling down into a squat, you wrapped your arms around yourself, refusing to look at him. You were only thankful that it was dark so Toge wouldn’t see how your pupils blew wide, your body responding at the soft scent of his perfume and laundry detergent. He’d been your crush for who knows how long now, and your first memory of meeting the cursed speech user burns at the back of your mind to remind you that it’s been years, and yet you’ve barely spoken to him.

Unlike the other students, your cursed technique wasn’t the most useful in combat. Your technique allowed you to nullify the abilities of others, but the downside of it was that it didn’t have much advantage against curses, so you had to rely on your physical strength to exorcise.

On the bright side, though…

“So,” Toge begins, shuffling away from the dusty wall and closer to you. Your heartbeat raced when his knees brushed against yours, thighs pressed against one another. “You’re a victim of them too.”

“Hmm, guess so.”

Neither of you speak for a while. Toge himself wasn’t much of a talker, and he barely batted an eye when Maki and Panda hauled his ass inside the storage room. He was so calm and placid that your mind was in mess – both because you were comfortable and happy in his presence, but at the same time, your palms were so sweaty and the room was so stuffed you could barely breathe. It didn’t help that Toge was humming too, reassured that he wasn’t going to hurt you with his powers.

“Uhm,” you started nervously, fiddling with your fingers. The silence stretched out thick and cordial that you couldn’t bear it anymore, and you turned to Toge with wide eyes, blinking back rapidly when he faced you as well, his deep purple eyes like a painting before you. “Do-do you know why we’re locked in here?”

Your palms grew wetter with each ticking second; Toge taking his time to answer.

Nobara had eavesdropped on you gushing to Megumi on how Toge looked so cute during breakfast this morning, and the girl immediately ran off to tell her best friend, Yuuji; the two of them sharing the same braincells.

Before you knew it, everyone split into two groups, your classmates dragging Toge away while Nobara and Yuuji manhandled you, hissing into your ear to man up and fess.

As if it was as easy as that! Inumaki Toge – albeit approachable and kind – was still the light of your life, the apple of your eye, and he barely acknowledged your presence the whole two years you’ve been with him. He was much closer with Maki and Panda while you got along more with the younger ones (although you wouldn’t hesitate to redact that statement after doing this to you), so the chances of you ever striking up a full conversation with him were low.

You only admired him from afar, sighing dreamily into your hands while he trained with Panda. Megumi seemed to be the only decent one, silent and bored as ever while you rambled on tirelessly on how much Toge looked so buff under his uniform yet had the face baby, stating over and over again he was born just to drive you crazy.

You should’ve known someone would find out one way or another, but heavens forbid, not him. The both of you were barely friends to begin with – you didn’t want to shatter whatever mutual respect you had for each other just because you crushed on him hard.

Mind running back and forth over the different ways Toge could reject you, because obviously someone had told him, or obviously he knew already – why else would he be locked here with you if your friends didn’t know something? It was getting hard to read his face from the darkness; the only thing you could make out were his long lashes and lips visible with his collar down.

“I don’t know, to be honest,” he avoided your gaze, and you swallowed audibly at the sound of his husky voice; unused to speaking this much. “But…but we’ve got nothing to worry about. Gojo-Sensei or Nanamin will come around soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded at his words, cursing inwardly that this was your perfect chance to confess or at least try and be friends with him, but your whole body was burning, feet frozen in your place that you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You watched from the corner of your eye as Toge rocked back and forth in his heels, cheeks puffed out, and your eyes zeroed in on the snake tattoo beside his lips.

Toge rarely ever let his collar down to muffle his voice, so seeing him expose his lips like this almost felt intimate. He looked so pretty, long lashes fluttering on top of those warmed cheeks and strong arms wrapped around his knees.

He was just an arm’s length away. This was the closest you’d ever gotten with him, and maybe it was because you’d kept your feelings a secret for so long that it suddenly burst through. Faster than you could take notice of yourself, your arm reached out to cup his cheeks, thumb swiping against the tattoos. “Pretty,” you murmured, Toge stiffening up under your touch.

His eyes skewed over to yours, wide and unreadable, but there was something there – something burning. He had to bite down his cheek as you caressed his face absentmindedly, and it wasn’t until his fingers came up to your wrist that you realized what you were doing.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, the warmth of his skin now searing because of your embarrassment. “Toge – I-I didn’t mean to – I’m so sorry! It’s just, your tattoos look so pretty and I’ve always—”

Your words are thrown right back into your mouth when Toge tugged you forward, sending the both of you toppling to the ground. Toge’s hands were delicate, just as delicate as your touch, when he cupped your face, his lips moving with yours. You were stunned for a moment before pleasure and fireworks exploding everywhere burst within you, prompting you to kiss him back in urgent fervor.

Toge’s lips tasted like candy, his sighs into your mouth melting your insides until you’re crumpling his shirt, eyes shut so tight in fear that maybe this would all disappear the moment you opened them.

Your hands travelled everywhere – from his shoulders, to his neck, his jaw – before it settled into his hair, the satisfaction of finally getting to run your hands through them has you weakening in his hold. Toge keeps his grip on your waist firm, almost possessive even, and he held you up both, sitting up while your arms wound around his neck.

A curse must’ve possessed you because you moaned into his mouth when he nipped at your bottom lip, tugging it inside his mouth so he could taste your cherry chapstick.

He wasn’t in a better state than yours. As the cursed speech user, his mouth was one of his most sensitive parts, and it took all energy it had in him to not kiss you senseless right then and there, your lips swiping over his mouth in such a mind-numbing sensation.

It felt like his body was on fire, the heat licking up from his toes to right where you were pressed on him. Your lips on his was scorching, the soft sighs and moans you gave him only adding to the fuel.

Toge groaned as your nails subconsciously pulled at his hair, making him grind you down into the V of his lips, pressing your chest firms against his until there was no more space. Through the darkness and nearly airless atmosphere of the room, Toge still managed to take your breath away, your lips moving in synch and you were falling, falling, falling.

He effortlessly held your weakening arms up before he pulled away, both your chests panting at the sudden heated kiss. His eyes trailed down from your lust-filled gaze to the bow of your lips, where the flesh was plump and abused.

Toge’s thumb swiped over your lips that had you frozen solid because he looked at you so gently, delicately, almost as if he didn’t want to hurt you. But he never could – you nullified everyone’s powers and allowed him freedom in your space. You’d let him come again and again, welcoming him with open arms if he wanted so, and in that moment, you believed he did.

Although why would he want you?

Fears and insecurities struck a chord in you and you scrambled away from his lap, leaving Toge all alone in the ground. You ducked your head down to ignore the confused and hurt expression on his face, turning back to the door instead. “I’m so sorry,” you rasped out in one breath, “I-I didn’t mean for that kiss to happen and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Please just forget this ever happened and I really wish you and I aren’t awkward for this. Okay, good night. See you around.”

Pulling your phone out of your pocket after cursing yourself for not thinking of texting Megumi sooner, you speed dialed the younger boy, begging him to unlock the door.

Megumi came around a few minutes later. Toge had long settled behind you, silent but still catching his breath from your previous lip-locking. His presence unnerved you and you rubbed your hands up and down your arms, praying to whoever divines self that Toge would forget about this as well. The moment Megumi came around, you leaped out of the room, leaving two confused boys – with one of them unknowingly shattered.

The next few days were hell.

You and Toge hadn’t talked much at all before, but now, you both pretended as if the other didn’t existed. During class where there had to be pairings, you immediately sided with Maki and pushing Panda to Toge’s way, the latter frowning behind his collar every time you avoided his gaze.

You just couldn’t handle being anywhere near him after that kiss. You feared that your heart would combust and you’d further embarrass yourself in front of him, as if you weren’t embarrassing enough with how excited you were as you kissed him.

Gosh, what would Toge think of you now?

You bet he found you so weird, and your suspicions were only confirmed when he’d resorted to avoiding you as well. No more polite and cheery good mornings! in the hallway or asking what he had for lunch, no more random texting of memes at 3am because you both didn’t have friends outside the institute.

Pure silence from the other side.

It should’ve comforted you – you wanted to stay away from him, right? – but you only grew restless. Your focus dwindled with each passing day, finding yourself at the back of Toge’s head longingly when he wasn’t looking, then sighing as you chastised yourself from being stupid.

To be honest, that kiss only made your feelings multiply tenfold.

Now that you knew how warm and comfortable Toge was to the touch, how his lips tasted and how his hair felt under your touch – you crushed on him impossibly harder than before.

You reached a point where you tossed and turn around in bed, unable to fall asleep; completely unaware that just a few doors down, he was doing the same. It had you thinking back to that day all over again, wondering why did he kiss you? If he liked you, why did he never talk to you? He never even noticed you before and you were always the first one to strike conversation, but because the others were always around, chats were limited, one-worded, and awkward.

That cursed technique of yours was still useless, after all.

“Would you please stop moping around?” Megumi slammed his book down on the table next to you, and you jumped in your seat, clutching your pencil to your chest. “I’m tired of you eye-fucking Inumaki-senpai.”

“Wha – ? No, I wasn’t, what are you talking about?”

“You’ve both been acting weird,” observed Yuuji who stopped fighting with Nobara over who would win in an arm wrestling fight without special abilities: Gojo-Sensei or Nanami. Nobara nodded beside him, stealing Yuuji’s crisp chips before speaking. “You both can’t even glance at each other. All of us can feel that something’s wrong between you two.”

“They probably fucked in the storage room.”

“Nobara, keep your voice down!”

“Why should I?” she smirked, jabbing her thumb to an asleep Toge lounging on the field with Panda. “Your precious crush is asleep. He won’t know. But whatever, what did happen when we locked you both there?”

“You all humiliated me, that’s what happened!”

“What do you mean humiliated?” Megumi asked this time around, and you buried your face in your arms, glancing over at Toge again. He was slumbering peacefully, his body shaded from the sun under the tree, and your fingertips itched with the urge to hold him close again.

“He doesn’t like me,” you concluded with trembling lips, sending one last longing glance at Toge. “And I think I just absolutely ruined everything.”

No matter how much your underclassmen tried to cheer you up, your spirits were never lifted. You trudged back to your room that night, tired and drained from all the events that you just buried your nose in your textbook, studying about curses for next week’s exams.

The words began to blur and you sighed on your seat, glancing at your phone. It was nearing midnight and the dorms were oddly quiet, but you guessed everyone just had a long day.

Soon, you brushed your teeth and moved to retire for the night when three soft knocks came from your door. Your hand stilled on your blanket, brows furrowed at who could it be this time of the night. After fixing your hair to make yourself presentable, you swung the door open, ready to hit Yuuji if he came here to drag you down to the movie room and force you to watch horror movies again when you were harshly pushed, the stranger kicking the door back.

You gasped as warm lips came crashing down to yours, your hands pinned above your hand with just one arm.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to know it was Toge who’d placed a knee between your legs to prevent you from falling; your knees already turning to jelly before you even registered it was him. The familiar taste of something sweet like candy and cough syrup coated your senses and you moaned in his arms as his hands ran under your shirt, making the hairs on your body prickle up in anticipation.

Toge took advantage of your moan, his tongue slipping inside before it clashed with yours. It was too much – his overwhelming scent, his tongue tasting yours, his hands squeezing your breasts tenderly – you were on the verge of falling apart.

Fire burned all over your body, pure instinct dominating your conscious mind as you pushed him back, Toge falling down with you scrambling above him.

He grunted at your sloppy actions of trying to tug his shirt over his head, but he complied, reaching up at the same time you leant down for another wet, heated kiss. The kiss this time around was far less gentle and more urgent; your mutual pining for one another tipping over the edge until all hell broke loose.

You settled into his lap as if it were a throne and he encouraged you to take it, to claim him because he considered you the queen of his world.

“Toge, I,” you rambled after every peck, unable to form a complete sentence because you kept wanting to kiss him. It was nearly impossible to pull away now that he held you so close, making you feel like home and driving you absolutely insane. “I can’t do it anymore, mmhm, I want you so much – always have – I don’t want to avoid you and I just want to—”

He stopped your rambling by grabbing your chin forwards, his lips molding over yours again and dancing with it like two perfectly syncopated performers.

Toge’s curious hands ravished every crevice and dip of your curves as he sucked on your tongue, tasting it fervently like a traveler memorizing his path. You shuddered when Toge’s nimble fingers travelled down to cup your ass to lift you upwards, pushing you closer and deeper into his mouth.

None of you cared about anything anymore. You could barely focus on anything but letting your hands roam free down his chest, Toge rutting up to you when your cold hands brushed over his nipple.

Needing air to breathe, you pulled away first, panting as your forehead pressed against his. You stared at each other, lips swollen and wet from the hot make-out session. You were sure that your adoration for him was clearly evident in your eyes, that your feelings for him sparkled and radiated like the bright sunshine’s warmth he always made you feel.

But that wasn’t what drove you crazy.

It was the fact his expression mirrored yours; only his had lust swirling around his dark eyes, an unexplainable plethora of emotions flooding through them. You were breathing hard and so was he, his soft pants warming your lips that were still sore from his hungry ministrations.

Now was the time.

It didn’t matter that maybe he didn’t feel the same way for you; you liked him so much. Your feelings poured over the glass and your eyes glossed over with how your heart frantically chanted his name, wanting nothing and no one else but him.

“I love you,” you confessed, “I fucking love you.”

To your surprise, Toge chuckled, pulling you forward until his chest was flushed against yours. He captured your lips for one last kiss, delicate this time around as his hands cupped your jaw. You tilted your hide to the side to deepen the kiss, and you sighed while Toge rubbed soothing circles at the sides of your jaw then down to your neck.

“You better,” he mumbled through your lips, “Because I fucking love you too, and I don’t want to play this game of push and pull anymore.”

It was your first time to hear such dominance in his words, to witness such need and possessiveness shine back through his eyes, his lips travelling to the sides of your face. Submissively, you arched your back to him and allowed him access to your neck, head lolling to the side. Even as Toge slowly but surely left little love bites to mark you as his, he was gentle and delicate, soft yet hard, bitter but sweet like the longing you had for one another.

Even as he had you trapped under his arms, his heat nestled into the deeper, intimate parts of you that only welcomed no one else but him; your lover was absolutely delicate.

And you only fell for him harder than you already have.

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strawberryvanillablast · 3 years

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Bubbly Hex (Giorno Giovanna X Reader)

This wasn’t a good idea, you figure.

You and Giorno were on the trail for a Stand User that was hypnotizing people to do their bidding. Not exactly what you’d call original in terms of motivation but it’s a threat nonetheless. Of course, the Stand User split themselves into two and it’s Giorno’s idea to split up. Did he not want take the risk of you being hypnotized or did he want to prove a point? Anyway, turns out you were tracking down a copy.

Well, that could only mean one thing. You made your way towards Giorno and it was a tight battle, you had to admit. Of course, the Stand User aimed something at you but Giorno moved and took the brunt of the hit. You clutch onto him in the hopes that it would reduce or nullify the Stand affect. Your fingers clutch onto his hair gently and you mused that it was soft and fluffy. Using some quick wit, you’d began to trap the Stand User in some mucky goop, noting that they’re trapped.

“Giorno,” You ask, holding his face in your hands. “Giorno, can you hear me?”

It was a little weird to see Giorno, of all people, in a trance like this. He blinked in steady beats, his green eyes glazed over. You bite your lip, hoping that the other guys would arrive soon. Sure enough, Mista, Fugo, and Narancia arrived in four, no, five minutes. Giorno slowly blinked and stood up straight, towering over you.

“G-Giorno,” You shiver, intimidated by his stare. “It’s just me, remember?”

You watch as Giorno closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and undid his braid as well as those victory curls on his head. You and the others stood confused. Then he opened his eyes again and gave all of you a sincerely cheery grin before you were pulled into the biggest bear hug that he could muster. All of you gaped. The Don of Passione obviously didn’t care as he continued to hug you.

“Oh, [Y/N], you are just too cute for this world,” Giorno cheerily squealed. “You’re so cute and lovable and oh my gosh I can’t handle it at all! So cute, so cute!” His face looked softer and more cheerful than you’ve seen him when he pulled away a little from you. “I’m so happy that you’re here in Passione!”

“...Giorno,” Mista blinked, not believing his eyes. “Giorno, dude, are you okay?”

“Mista, Mista,” Giorno turned to him, not letting you go. “I’m more than okay! I’m great with a capital G!” He giggled as he buried his face into your neck, hugging you like you were a teddy bear. You felt yourself bounce up and down as Giorno jumped up and down with unbridled joy.

“Uh, that’s great, Giorno,” Fugo added uncertainly. “But is it okay if you could let [Y/N] go?” He looked at you in sympathy. “I think you’re restricting their moving.”

Giorno blinked slowly as he looked at Fugo and then at you, his cheer turning in an expression of confusion. You gave him a weak smile as a response. If you’re being honest, you didn’t know if the Stand’s effect would make him volatile. As it stood, his confusion turned into shock and then into horror.

“Oh...Oh no,” He blubbered. “Am I hurting you, [Y/N]?! I’m so sorry! Here, I....!”

He gently released you from his grip and you gave him an affectionate pat on the head. You didn’t know how to feel about this new development, but for Passione, you were willing to pacify Giorno through the effects of this Stand. And it was the change to see stoic Giorno, calm and collected, be this hyper and bubbly. Giorno smiled and leaned into your touch, chirping happily.

“Woah,” Narancia spoke what everyone was thinking. “This is way too weird.” He waved a hand in Giorno’s face. “I thought hypnotized people acted like zombies.” Narancia continued to stare at his Don, who was smiling like a giddy child.

“I think I reduced some of its effects,” You frowned as you saw Abbacchio as well as Bruno appear on the horizon. “But I don’t know how long this effect is going to last.” You look at Giorno, who was busy turning random pebbles into flowers. “Er, perhaps we should apprehend the Stand User and get back to the villa. I mean it would be, uh, the best option for now.”

“You guys caught the Stand User,” Abbacchio asked, narrowing his eyes. “Then, let’s get going. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can fix this mess.”

You nod and looked back at Giorno, who was bouncing up and down like a kid in a candy store. You hesitated for a brief moment before gently taking his hand. At that, you gasp. It was warm, smooth, and barely had any calluses. You looked at him and nearly died at his expression. He was grinning from ear to ear, blushing, and flowers were growing at your feet.

“Oh my gosh, we’re holding hands, we’re holding hands! This is like a dream!”

“A dream,” You raise an eyebrow. “I thought your dream was to become a primo mafioso.”

“Can’t I have two dreams at once~?”

You laugh. You knew that it was a fabrication due to the Stand but you couldn’t help but be flattered at how the Don was treating you. You decided to indulge it for a little while and then think about the consequences later. You led Giorno by the hand to the van where the others were waiting. Fugo took you aside as the trouble duo took Giorno.

“So, we got some information out of the Stand User,” Fugo explained. “And the effects lasts for about a week.” He paused before giving you a gentle glance. “I also found out that the Stand effects don’t fabricate emotions. So, it’s good that his feelings for you are genuine.”

“...What.”

“Hey, Fugo, [Y/N],” Mista poked his head out. “You might wanna hear this.”

You and Fugo look at each other before getting into the van. Narancia and Bruno were with Giorno and Narancia beckoned you to come over. You scooted over to hear what Giorno had to say. You were conflicted. On one hand, you were sure a plenty that the Stand User might be lying to you. On the other hand, Fugo didn’t, to your knowledge, have any reason to lie to you either.

“Hey, Gio,” Narancia smiled. “How much do you like [Y/N] and why do you like [Y/N] so much?”

“Uh, Narancia,” You began. “I don’t think...!”

“Well, I like [Y/N] tons and tons,” Giorno replied giddily. “In fact, I love them! By a lot! By this much!” He held his arms out wide. “And the reason why I like them so much is because they’re really cute and really kind! And because they were nice! Not just everyday but also when they first met me!” He rocked back and forth. “It, uh, felt nice when they were nice to me even when I was just a scary Don!”

You remembered what he was talking about. It was when you decided to join the mafia. You gave him your best smile and had a nice chat with him. And your first impression of him was that he was a generally kind if somewhat stoic and cool.

“I felt really, really, really happy inside,” He continued. “But I couldn’t say it right there and then because we were busy. But I wanted to tell [Y/N] that every day! But I couldn’t.” He frowned. “And now, they think I’m lying.” His eyes welled up.

“O-Oh,” You blink, biting your lip. “G-Giorno, I...”

“But I’m not lying,” Giorno piped up. “I feel nice whenever I’m with you, [Y/N]!” It was a moment before he pulled you into another hug. “You didn’t treat me at all like I was your enemy! You treated me with respect! You didn’t lick my face or... or try to make me drink urine in a cup or be wary of me when you joined!”

You had to raise your eyebrow at that last line before turning to the others, who’d all look incredibly guilty. Sighing, you felt a wetness on your shoulder. Oh dear. It must be a side effect of the Stand. You rubbed circles into his back.

“Oh, Giorno,” You smile. “I know you’re not lying. And I like-like you too! In fact, I love you more than you can ever know!”

You decided to give him a sweet smooch on the bridge of his nose. He squealed in happiness and returned the favor by peppering you with lots of kisses. Both of you laughed and soon, the others joined in too.

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reneejuliet · 2 years

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Leave You Broken

Author: reneejuliet

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,350

Genre: Angst

Author’s Note: I didn't quite wait for the quota of notes I was hoping for on Don't Leave Me Standing, but I'm impatient if I'm anything. This is from reader's POV. I went back and forth between how I was going to write what ultimately became DLMS, because I knew part of me wanted to explore what reader felt/experienced through this incident. And even though I scrapped that idea for the official installment, I couldn't let it go. Thus, this interim. I hope you like it, and that it sheds some light on reader's struggles and internal processing.

We've got some more angst to wade through before things look up, but I promise it will get there! Eventually. One day. Until then, enjoy the suffering, bebes!

As always, you can find the previous parts here. This won't make sense on its own.

Noise.

That’s the only way you could describe the words around you, your brain long since checked out. It sits, useless, within your head. You try to stir it, to urge it back to life. To will any sort of coherency out of it. But it’s of no use.

Fifteen minutes ago, you’d received an email requesting your immediate attendance to Conference Room C. Fifteen minutes ago, you’d wandered unsuspectingly into what felt too akin to a trap, realized your trip here had been more a death march than a leisurely stroll. Fifteen minutes ago, you’d found not just your own supervisor awaiting you, but Manager Sejin and Bang PD himself.

The big boss. Head honcho. Maker and breaker of your career.

You’d been confused, to say the very least. Fear had unwittingly began to coil in your gut, warning bells blaring inside your head. Manager Sejin you were familiar with – your work crossed paths with his fairly often. But Bang PD had never even looked your way, let alone requested your presence specifically for something. You were not important enough to be privy to anything in his world. So why was he here? Now?

Now that you knew, you wish that you didn’t. You long to return to a time where you were oblivious to the workings above you. To have just one more moment of blissful ignorance. But it was too late for any of that. You were already ruined.

“Y/N-ssi, what do you think?”

Your head moves of its own accord, looking up more on instinct than of interest. What do you think? You don’t. You’re not sure you will ever know or produce another thought in the vast expanse stretching between your ears. This is not an appropriate answer, however, and would likely end up getting you fired. Therefore you shake what sense still lingers back into yourself, if only temporarily, and muster the courage to meet their eyes.

It’s hard, so hard, and you battle the urge to cry. Suppress the nausea clawing at the back of your throat. Later – you will let yourself unravel later. Not right now. You have to save what face you have left.

It’s just so hard with the way they look at you.

“Yes, uhm. Okay.”

It’s such a basic answer, and you want to gag. How unprofessional. Maybe you deserved this after all.

“Okay?”

It’s Bang PD now. He looks at you with a firm face, and you want to hate him. You really do. But you can’t. He’s just doing his job. If anything, he’s been too kind to you. He’s thorough, though. He’s professional.

He wants you to say it.

“I accept your terms.”

You say “terms.” You mean demotion. You mean probation. You mean your scarlet letter. All of these you cannot say, though, so you hope he will accept “terms.”

The brief nod of his head tells you he does. Thank God, because your tongue refuses to betray you. There are still parts of you stubborn enough to fight, despite how utterly exhausted you suddenly are. Somewhere in your chest, your heart mourns the impending war that will wage within.

“Very well. Your handler contract will be nullified at the end of the day, and a new one drawn up for your transition into Marketing. You will hand over your phone and keys to Sejin-ssi so that he may pass them along to your replacement. Tomorrow, you will report to your new supervisor in Marketing and they will escort you to your desk. There, you will begin probation, the length of which as yet undetermined. If, at the end of this time, you have met all of our expectations, a return to your handler duties may be revisited. It is not, however, a guarantee.”

You bow your head, too numb and untrusting of your voice for anything else. Bang PD’s eyes soften just slightly – you must look pretty pathetic.

“Understand, Y/N, we recognize your contribution to this company. You have proven to be a valuable asset; it is why we do not wish to let you go. We hope that these circumstances will be temporary, but they are necessary.”

Again, you bow your head. You are dismissed shortly after passing your keys and phone off to Sejin, who offers a sympathetic smile. It is too much, much too much, and you rush from the room. They will not see you cry; you will not have it.

It is only in the furthest stall of the women’s restroom, with the door locked and your feet tucked up under you, that you finally let yourself break.

It hurts. God, it hurts so much and it feels like it will never end. Truthfully, it won’t. This is going to follow you for the rest of your life, taint your name and record, and it won’t matter how good, how great, how utterly amazing you can be. All they will see is this gargantuan mistake, a Goliath of a misunderstanding, marked as a negligent indiscretion.

Liability. Libertine. Temptress.

You had always known the risks. On more than one level. But then he’d looked at you, and there was something in his eyes that you hadn’t been able to resist. Something about him made you ready to throw caution to the wind and risk everything for just a sliver of his happiness. It didn’t matter what happened to you, as long as he was happy.

But this – this was not something you had ever factored. It was so far-fetched, so incredibly preposterous that it had never even come close to your radar of repercussions. On its surface, it almost looked like a compliment. Deep down, though, it cut you hard enough to scar. And like said scar, this was going to be with you forever.

They’d caught you. You weren’t given too many details, just enough to recognize exactly what they were referring to and thus, knowing it was true. This was no hoax, no hoodwink. They knew. There was no quick thinking or any amount of charm that could save you now.

Reluctantly, you’d conceded their accusations. Or, rather, you did until they got you so wrong it left you breathless. Apparently, they knew nothing about Minjee. Because they thought you had the relationship with Hoseok.

Suddenly, it didn’t matter how vehemently you denied it, because you’d already admitted guilt. That, to them, served as a blanket testimony. They prattled on about company standards and contractual clauses, and as your brain began to short-circuit, one last notion managed to register with you.

Let them believe it.

No one was bringing up Hoseok, or any fault from his end. No punishments or admonishments were attached to his name. You were going to be reprimanded regardless; at least this way, he could still secret Minjee somehow. You had no idea how, but you were sure he had other confidants, other friends within the company. Someone willing to help, even if much less frequently. It was better than nothing.

You tried to take comfort in this revelation. Even as they’d doled out your sentence, you reasoned with yourself that it was better you than him. It would become your mantra until you could bring yourself to actually believe it.

Still, it hurt so much more than you could have expected. You gave yourself so few things to take pride in, but your work ethic had always been the top. Without a doubt, you knew you were good at what you did, whatever you did. Everyone around you knew it, too.

At least, they used to.

Now, that one loose thread they had found and pulled on was undoing you. It seemed like such a small piece of you, yet it had carved a cavern out of your self. And if that one unwavering fact of your identity was now questionable, how could you possibly come out of this intact?

It felt like you had nothing. You felt like nothing. Yet there was still something that ached with an entirely different pain.

How in the hell were you going to tell Hoseok?

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potatoes-is-are-food · 3 years

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First Bite

NSFW, word count ~3k

Vampire!Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: dubcon, blood, drugging(/aphrodisiac?)

His eyes, unnaturally bright, trailed slowly down your body. The striking ruby irises flitted across your face, briefly reflected in your terror-stricken ones, to your neck. They lingered there an unnerving amount of time before falling lower, his gaze fixated on your chest, then waist, hips, leisurely to your feet, and back up.

You shook, arms rigid by your side as though any deliberate movement might spark him to attack. Maybe he was simply waiting for you to relax, and then he’d strike. When he moved, you flinched slightly before you could stop yourself, but relaxed slightly as his hand simply trailed lightly along your cheek. The backs of his fingers were cold, grazing against your flesh, like he was cautious to avoid breaking you.

“You’re warm,” he murmured, surprising you as his raspy voice broke the deathly silence. You looked up at him in spite of yourself, the shock of his touch hypnotizing you. The appendages trailed lower, slowly gliding along your skin until they rested softly against the neckline of your dress. As he toyed with the ribbon holding it together, he hummed softly, and your trembling worsened.

You were dressed nicely, the intricate gown adorned with lace and embroidery framing your body seemed to have been tailored to you. Your hair had been done up as well, tended to carefully by the servants of the castle when you first arrived. Three days had gone into preparing you for him, and as you finally sat before him you realized he definitely had the intentions you’d suspected.

When you were first snatched off the dirt path on your way back to your home village, you figured someone would want to hold you for ransom and would probably let you go when they discovered no one cared enough to pay it. You certainly didn’t expect to get dragged, flailing and screaming, into a carriage and carted off to the presumed abandoned castle hidden deep in the snow-covered woods. The trip took hours, so long you even fell asleep for a while, and when you arrived you’d been doted on instead of imprisoned, although you weren’t allowed to leave.

They told you nothing, refusing to speak unless it was to order you to lean your head back as they tended to your hair or asking you which option you’d like for meals. Every attempt at conversation or question was met with an icy stare, save for one servant boy about your age who simply gave you a sympathetic smile. It was clear you were being gifted or sold or something, but the only indication of to who or what was when they dressed you only an hour or so ago and said “The Master is ready for you.”

He finally pulled, and the fabric opened at the top, revealing a bit more of you to his starved gaze and snapping you out of your thoughts. His eyes frantically darted between yours and your chest, tongue unconsciously trailing along his lips. You caught a glimpse of a long, sharp fang as the muscle withdrew back into his mouth, and shuddered.

“Are you…” You couldn’t bring yourself to finish the question, a lump forming in your throat at a new, arguably more horrific possibility than you’d imagined staring you in the face. The corners of his cracked, dry lips pulled up slightly.

“A monster? Bloodsucker? Leech?” He paused, his voice breathy and soft as he spoke mere centimeters from your face, “Vampire?” He chuckled lightly.

His slender fingers brushed against your cheek, accented by long, pointed, black nails. They’d been cut short on his index and middle fingers, leaving you to wonder why. The thought was quickly ripped away, though, when his hand wrapped around your throat.

“Please don’t kill me,” you gasped, gripping his wrist as he squeezed, hindering the arteries in your neck as your pulse raced. His smile grew wider as his face inched closer, lips curling back to show his fangs.

“Kill you?” He scoffed, “Now why would I do that when I went to all the trouble of having my staff hunt you down, drag you here, and get you all prettied up?” His hold relaxed slightly, and you breathed shakily as he leaned in and buried his face in your neck. He inhaled deeply, moaning shamelessly on exhale. “I’m keeping you, y/n,” he whispered, lips brushing against your neck, “but first I think I’ll taste you. I’ve been waiting a long time.”

He licked up your neck, starting to pant as he pressed himself against you. You gripped his shoulders, trying to squirm away. It only made him grip you harder, and he locked both arms around your waist, completely unbothered by your struggling. You screamed as his fangs brushed against your vulnerable throat, pulling at his clothes to get him off you as he teased and sucked at your skin without breaking it.

Tears streamed down your face, the frantic thrashing of your limbs only getting him to hold you tighter, nearly squeezing the air from your lungs. He pushed forward slowly, and you buckled and fell the second the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. Then, he straddled you, trapping your legs between his as his hands pinned your wrists down. He left trails of hickeys and saliva all over your neck, waiting until you stopped struggling and resigned to quiet hiccups and sobs.

You could feel him smirk against you as you went limp, dejected and defeated.

“You done now?” he teased, voice barely above a whisper before planting a final kiss to your flesh and biting down. Hard.

The pain was sharp and intense, but gone almost instantly; a sharp gasp was exhaled in a high-pitched moan rather than a scream. Liquid euphoria coursed through your veins as his fangs penetrated; instantly you were lightheaded, floating and fighting giggles at the sensation. It felt so warm, like a perfect cocktail of contentment and pleasure quickly invading your system. His tongue slid, slick with blood and spit, against your wounds as he suckled, and your eyes rolled back into your head.

His hands slowly released your wrists and slid up, fingers interlocking with yours and making your whole body shudder at the sensation. You gripped back, panting and starting to writhe weakly under him, desperate for more contact. You groaned, the sound somewhere between a sob and a whine as his fangs receded and he licked a couple more times before pulling away. His face hovered over yours, both of you panting as blood dripped from his open mouth into yours.

The taste was surprisingly sweet, but it was borderline overwhelming when he pressed his lips to yours, letting you taste directly. You moaned, unable to stop yourself, and he swallowed the sound eagerly, flicking his tongue out against yours to coax more from you. The fuzzy, warm feeling surged through you, more intense wherever he touched and pooling between your legs. It felt sticky and wet, like the blood passing between your mouth and his, and your thighs rubbed together, still sandwiched between his.

He pulled back again, standing on his knees over your half-lidded, blood-covered form. You gazed up at him, lips parted, face warm from the effects of his venom. A small part of you wanted to try to run away, but you couldn’t figure out why anymore. Why would you run from the person who owns you? The only one who could ever make you feel so good.

“You look good like this,” he smirked slightly, “Taste good, too.”

He cradled your face for a moment before slinking a hand around your shoulder and flipping you onto your stomach. Your breath hitched as you felt him slicing through the laces holding the back of your dress together, the fabric easily coming apart until your back was bared to him. His hand caressed the skin there tentatively, as if he’d never done it before.

“Soft,” he muttered, more to himself than you. He flipped you back around easily, working the material down until it was a pile of rags on the floor. It left you in only a shift, which he’d ripped and was hanging off your shoulder, the edge soaked in blood. You nearly giggled at the thought of him being considered a messy eater.

Your face got even warmer as he gripped the lace at the top, backs of his fingers grazing against your chest and nearly making you jump out of your skin. Your back arched slightly, and he smiled excitedly before ripping the thin fabric apart, exposing all of you to him. Part of you wanted to cover, nerves and shyness coming up even through your venom-riddled haze, however, he was on you before you could, and his touch nullified your uncertainty.

He caressed your face, his own so close his lips nearly brushed against yours.

“You’re so pretty,” he breathed, looking away for a moment, seeming uncharacteristically shy, “I’ve never drank directly from someone before. Kurogiri says it’s cruel to arouse someone without finishing.” His tongue darted out before you could question it, slinking into your mouth just as his lips crashed against yours once more. His hips slotted between your legs as his body came down to rest atop yours, the weight of him nearly sending you into climax alone. He felt amazing the closer he got, and your back arched to press harder against him.

His hand trailed down your body, pinching and groping on its way to the heat radiating between your legs. The sharp points of his nails teased at your thighs, the two fingers without circling your clit and teasing your entrance intermittently. When they slipped in, he groaned, feeling your walls pulse and twitch around the digits as he curled and scissored them. He withdrew too soon, making you whine a bit as he raised them to his lips and sucked, moaning unabashedly as he locked eyes with you.

“This part of you tastes good, too,” he sighed, “I want more, but I don’t think I can wait.” He kissed you again, the coppery/sweet taste of blood and venomy spit now accented by your fluids.

He pulled back slightly to rid himself of his jacket and shirt, shredding the luxurious clothes in his frantic desire to have them gone. Then, his bare chest was on yours, the skin-on-skin contact making your eyes roll back as you greedily lapped at his tongue. All reason was beyond gone at this point, the fog settled over your mind ensuring you could only think of getting closer to him.

His shaft brushed against your slick folds, making you moan into his mouth. He rocked his hips against you, stimulating your clit and smearing your slick on his cock before lining it up. He pressed in slightly and broke the kiss, planting several smaller ones along the corners of your mouth and jaw. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation, staring at him with a dopey smile when he pulled back.

“Hm, maybe I took too much,” he muttered, grinning a bit at your dazed expression. He leaned closer, gliding inside you completely as your eyes fluttered shut, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you something else.”

He filled you completely, stretching your walls taught around his girth as he bottomed out. You both sighed, drinking in the new sensation as your connected parts drooled on each other. He slid out slightly, humping shallowly into your warmth to get used to it. Groans spilled past his lips, muffled slightly when he buried his face in your neck.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and eliciting another sinful moan from him. Your hands moved against each other frantically, with yours tangling in his hair and gripping anything that might get him closer, and his alternating between caressing you gently and holding you so tightly you were certain to bruise. He licked and suckled at your neck, drool spilling onto the bedding as he got less and less coordinated.

His teeth sank into you again, lower than the first bite, causing another huge surge of venom into your system. Your face heated more, head pressing back into the mattress as you came around him with a whimper. The slightest stimulation would’ve been too much, and he was everywhere, continuing to drink from the wound he’d created. You writhed, simultaneously overwhelmed and craving more.

He bit twice more on the other side of your neck, flooding your system as he fed. When he pulled away, still thrusting shallowly against your cervix, his face was flushed. Your eyes couldn’t seem to focus on him, but you reached weakly, trying to pull him close again.

“Sorry,” he leaned back over you, plastering your face with bloody kisses, “I’ll stop,” he swallowed hard. “You’re so cute like this, ah, taking it so well.” He panted, holding your hips as he started to fuck you in earnest, “Feels like you’re choking my cock.” He punctuated the statement with a sigh, his eyes rolling back to match yours as his lips rested against your skin.

You could do nothing but take it, weakly holding onto him while he ruined you. The venom kept you constantly close to orgasm, and his frantic thrusts and the soft texture of his pubic hair on your clit kept sending you over the edge. Tears streamed down your face, eyes clenched shut as he practically forced you to cum over and over.

His hands found yours, fingers lacing together as he huffed against your face, lips brushing against each other. You breathed each other’s breath and mimicked kissing, both of you too incoherent to do it properly. Spit and blood drooled from his mouth into yours and you swallowed it down, licking at his mouth for more and making his groans louder.

He got rougher, releasing your hands in favor of gripping your hips again, digging his nails in and no doubt scratching your skin to hell. The pain only heightened the pleasure, and you threw your head back, gripping his shoulders as you finished on his cock again. He rocked the entire bed with the force of his thrusts, an iron grip preventing you from moving an inch as he rearranged your insides. You cried, babbling nonsensically as your muddled brain tried to make you beg for more. The sight made him snarl, nearly slipping out of you entirely as he forced himself in and out all the way on every snap of his hips.

Your orgasms started to blur together; every place your skin was in contact with him felt like it was on fire, and the pleasure became so intense it was almost painful. He pumped into you with inhuman speed, barely able to contain himself enough to not hurt you. Blood trickled from the cuts on your hips, seeping into the bed along with the copious amounts of your slick and his precum and driving him wild with the scent.

He pounded you through his first orgasm, thick ropes of lukewarm cum streaming against your cervix and turning to froth almost immediately. It filled you completely and gushed out around his base, making your head spin as you came again, milking it from him until there was nothing left. He stayed hard and didn’t slow down, moving his bruising grip to your thighs for a moment before slinging your legs over his arms and bearing down on you.

His nails ripped holes in the bedding, knuckles turning white as the fabric shredded and he dug them into his own palms. The bedframe smacked into the wall, the noise almost nonexistent compared to the cacophony created by the two of you. You sobbed, holding onto anything that would ground you whilst he groaned and whimpered, overstimulating you both to near insanity.

When he came again his hips stuttered, and he buried himself as deep as possible, filling you to overflowing once more. It seemed to last forever, his cock continuously spurting out thick globs of cum against the abused entrance to your womb. His tongue flopped out of his open mouth, the corners of his lips curled up as he half-laughed, half-moaned. Your walls contracted, draining him to the last drop with your own final, dizzying orgasm. You couldn’t think, merely mumbling slurred nothings as the sensation subsided.

He collapsed on top of you, his face buried in your neck as you both struggled to catch your breath. Your body felt like it was made of lead, and you couldn’t feel your fingers anymore despite how they remained latched onto him. He went mostly soft inside, occasionally still twitching and making your walls flutter a bit.

After a long pause, he stirred, “Tomura,” he mumbled into your neck. He sat up, hovering over you as he brushed his fingers along your cheek, “My name’s Tomura Shigaraki.” You hummed quietly, lacing your fingers with his when he held up his hand.

“Tomura,” you said softly, watching as a content smile crept over his face. He let his head fall back onto your shoulder, tracing shapes with his fingers onto your neck and chest. You kissed his forehead and he nestled a little further into your neck.

The high faded in a matter of seconds, returning your sobriety. You knew you should be horrified, plan an escape, and run as soon as possible, but you just...didn’t want to. Having him close, still plugging his cum into you and resting with his breath on your skin made you feel safe. You couldn’t tell if it was some sort of lasting effect the venom had, and you didn’t care, content to stay as long as he wanted like this.

He got you up and tended to you gently, putting you in a bath drawn by one of his servants and settling in behind you while rambling about how it would feel when you turned and became like him. How excited he was to change you and how you could drink from him whenever you liked. You drifted off after he went silent, feeling his fingers graze over the numerous bite marks he’d given you.

@hanji-is-life

#only monster fans collab #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki smut #vampire au #vampire shigaraki #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #mha vampire au #tenko shimura #tenko shimura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki #18+#minors dni

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aitaikimochi · 3 years

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BNHA Team Up Mission Spin-Off Manga Chapter 9 Summary Translation

The Boku No Hero Academia TEAM UP MISSION manga Chapter 9 follows Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima as they team up with Shiketsu's Camie to act in a stage play at a theme park. The chapter is really hilarious and lighthearted.

The title of the chapter is “That’s Totally Overdoing the Illusion!”

Here's the entire chapter summary! Enjoy~

Boku No Hero Academia TEAM UP MISSION

By Akiyama Youkou

Chapter 9 That’s Totally Overdoing the Illusion!

The chapter starts off with Bakugou, Kirishima, and Todoroki on a Team Up Mission at a theme park called “Future World.” They arrive at the theme park and Kirishima says the theme park is amazing. Todoroki notes that it’s really big, and Bakugou says, “Whatever, it’s just for kids.” They then are approached by Camie, who says, “Omg no way! U.A. is like, here too??”

Camie says “I’m like so totally excited to be meeting up with some hotties again, like woah!”

Bakugou says he has no idea what the hell Camie is saying, and Kirishima exclaims, “Oh! It’s a Shiketsu student from the Provisional Hero License Exam!” Kirishima proceeds to introduce himself in his intense manner, and Camie says that he kinda acts like Inasa.

It turns out that the Team Up Mission requires U.A. Academy to team up with Shiketsu at the amusement park to assist the staff with something. They meet up with the CEO of the park to figure out what exactly he needs help on. The CEO is a tiny man with a large mustache dressed up like a jester.

The CEO asks them to follow him to another side of the park, called Retro Land. This theme park is a run-down and old looking traditional theme park with barely any customers. The CEO of the theme park says that he brought them here to take part in a stage play to attract more customers.

He hands them a script, which is about a town being attacked by villains. The heroes show up and fight the villains, and the heroes end up in a pinch. However, with the help of the citizens cheering them on, the heroes are able to restore peace back to the city.

Kirishima hears the outline of the play and gets excited, saying it’s such an awesome mainstream story. Bakugou scoffs and says, “but it’s damn basic.” Kirishima then says, “Nah, I like it!”

The students then go into a rehearsal of the scene where the heroes are in a pinch. One of the professional actresses, a Dog Lady wearing a skull choker, low v-neck vest, studded belt, and long pants, says, “Oh you guys are actually heroes? Then you probably haven’t acted before?”

Kirishima then tries to do his best acting, saying “Gahh…I’m…strong….guhhh I won’t…fall down…I’ll never turn my back…because I….I….!!!” and overdoes his acting.

Camie then says “Like holy crap the Villain blindsided me, and now I’m on the floor like discarded bubble tea!”

Todoroki just falls onto the floor silently. Bakugou tries acting, screaming “I WILL NEVER FALL TO THE LIKES OF A VILLAIN!” The Dog Lady actress asks them if they were actually even trying to act, and they all say they were doing their best. The Dog Lady says she’s a bit worried about how this will go.

In either case, they need to decide which role everyone will be taking part. The Dog Lady instructs them to decide among themselves who will get what role.

Bakugou and Camie both say at the same time they want to be the lead Hero role. Camie says, “Wait, but I’m older than you so I totally should be the lead Hero role!” Bakugou gets mad and screams, “BUT I AM THE STRONGEST ONE HERE. BESIDES, I AM Q.E.D.!**”

Camie says “Damn yo, that’s the lowest of the low” and Bakugou yells, “Shut the hell up and speak your mother tongue, damnit!”

Kirishima tries to calm him saying, “Calm down guys, Camie-senpai too…!” He then notices that Todoroki is looking at a child’s playground bear spring rider, and Kirishima asks, “Oh, do you want to ride it? The staff did say we could enjoy the park as much as we’d like!” Kirishima mentions that they never really had a chance to go to a theme park ever since entering High School, and being at a theme park feels nostalgic as it brings back memories of his childhoold.

Todoroki then says, “No…I don’t have any memories of ever going to a theme park.”

Camie looks at Todoroki and says, “Uh, like no way?”

Kirishima then grabs Todoroki and says, “WELL IF THAT’S THE CASE…JUST PRACTICING OUR LINES WILL GET STALE, SO LET’S ENJOY THE THEME PARK!” and rides the bear spring rider together with Todoroki.

Camie wants to join them too, and she, Kirishima, and Todoroki go on a carousel while Bakugou gets irritated. Camie is taking a picture for Kirishima and Todoroki on her cellphone while Kirishima calls out to Bakugou saying, “Heeyyy! Bakugou, come join us!”

Bakugou scoffs, “Hmph, waste of time.”

Kirishima, Todoroki, and Camie then ride a roller coaster together and Kirishima shouts, “It’s fun you know!”

Bakugou says, “This is no time to be playing with these stupid toys…!”

Kirishima then grins and says to Bakugou “All right then, if that’s the case, let’s decide who gets the lead Hero hero role by seeing who can get the least dizzy from the tea cup ride!” This piques Bakugou’s interest, and Kirishima further taunts him saying, “If you’re not confident about it, then you don’t gotta force yourself!”

This gets Bakugou fired up and he says, “I’m going to spin this shit and kill all of you guys!!!!!!!” He sits in the tea cup next to Kirishima, Camie, and Todoroki and spins it like crazy. Camie looks like she’s going to throw up and says, “Wait…Bakugou…you’re like, turning it way too fast!”

Bakugou looks at Kirishima and taunts, “HOW IS IT!? YOU DON’T LOOK SO GOOD. GONNA GIVE UP YET!?” and Kirishima yells back, “YOU MUST BE JOKING! NOT EVEN CLOSE! TURN IT UP!!”

Bakugou then screams, “PLUS ULTRAAAAAA!!!” as he spins the cup so fast it looks as if they are not moving at all. Camie squeaks “Helllaaaaaaa…”

After they get off the ride, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Camie are wobbling around and walking unevenly, with Kirishima accidentally heading towards the direction of the girl’s bathroom in his dizzy state and Camie about to throw up on the floor. Bakugou sways and proudly points at no one, saying “You bastard, you’re all dizzy!”

Kirishima says, “Guh…did…didja see that, Bakug….erghh!” Camie says she’s going to hurl. Todoroki asks, “Uh, where are you guys even going?”

Kirishima then notices that Todoroki is completely unphased, and he asks “Todoroki…you’re okay!?” Todoroki responds, “I feel a bit uneasy…”

With that, it’s decided that Todoroki gets the lead Hero role. They then head back to the stage, and there’s a few people in the audience already as well as two camera men who will be filming this performance and uploading it online later.

All the students are ready for their performance, and as they act out the first scene, a group of people corner the CEO and threaten him. The group are land developers who tell the CEO to give up Retro Land since it’s going out of business anyway. He grabs the CEO in a chokehold, but the CEO says he won’t hand over the park to these people.

As this is happening, Camie, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima go backstage after their first act. Camie says they can take a short break until the next scene. Kirishima remarks that the camera was focused a lot on him, but Bakugou says he’s pretty damn sure he was the one getting more spotlight.

As they walk backstage, they see the group of people threatening the CEO. Kirishima, Todoroki, and Bakugou easily take out these villains, but the villain tells the CEO that they had planted a trap at the roller coaster in Retro Land where a part of the roller coaster tracks were destroyed. The ride operators did not know this, and there’s currently a cart that will be falling off the roller coaster tracks soon. The villain mentions that no one would want to go to a theme park after hearing of such a bad accident. Kirishima realizes this and rushes first to the roller coaster ride.

Meanwhile, Camie is wondering what to do because their break is over, and they’re due to be on stage again. Since the boys are dealing with the villains, she decides to create illusions of all of them and wing the performance off script with her illusion versions of Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima.

She recreates the pretty boy Todoroki illusion, who turns to the Dog Lady, who’s playing the role of the villain, and says, “Won’t you…please stop being a villain? You should become a Hero instead!” and the Dog Lady blushes and immediately falls for it, saying “YES…!”

Since Camie can’t access the script right now, she just decides to ad lib everything and make up a new story. She makes the Illusion Kirishima turn out to be the actual villain of the story, and the camera men who are in the audience wonder what happened to the original script.

On the other side of the park, Kirishima is already on top of the roller coaster tracks and uses his hardening to stop the oncoming roller coaster cart. He tries to stop it but the cart still keeps going.

Bakugou then comes behind him and steps on his back, and Kirishima looks back and says “Bakugou!”

The guy on the front seat of the ride screams “Why are there two people [on the tracks]!?”

Bakugou says that there’s not enough manpower to stop the roller coaster. He places one hand on Kirishima’s back to support him while using his other hand to set off a huge explosion, propelling them forward to nullify the movement of the roller coaster cart.

Back at the stage, Camie is doing her best trying to improv the play. Her Illusion Villain Kirishima gloats that he will fulfill his revenge. The Illusion Todoroki cries out, “No! Please stop this fight!” while a very quiet and calm looking Bakugou places his hand on Illusion Todoroki’s shoulder.

The real Bakugou and Kirishima are still trying to stop the roller coaster cart from going further, and Kirishima hugs the front of the roller coaster as Bakugou continues to use his explosion to stop the cart. They finally successfully stop the coaster, and Kirishima falls back in relief, showing a dent in the front of the roller coaster cart in the shape of his body.

Just as they saved the roller coaster cart, Camie was finished with the play as well. The two camera men who were filming the play were so moved they started crying at how good the play was. One of the camera men mentions that he wants to bring this Hero Stage play around the entire country because it was so moving.

The resolution scene shows the Illusion Villain Kirishima shaking hands with the Illusion Quiet Bakugou with the closing line, “And with that, the hero that looked the most like a Villain was able to open the actual Villain’s heart and let him turn a new leaf.”

The crowd cheers as Illusion Bakugou and Illusion Villain Kirishima continue to shake hands.

At the roller coaster, Todoroki assists the people in the roller coaster cart off the tracks by using his ice to create an emergency ladder. Kirishima then smiles at Camie and says, “Good work Camie-senpai! You did it!” Camie looks like she’s going to hurl again since she overused her quirk, saying “I feel hella sick…I like, overdid the illusions…hella…”

With that, the four students finish their training at the amusement park together. Later that week, the Retro Land Stage Play was uploaded onto a video streaming site, and the video got 1,200 likes and counting. The show was a hit online, and because of that, Retro Land’s popularity bounced back and more people started going to the theme park.

However, because of the stage play, Kirishima, Bakugou, and Todoroki also gained some new fans.

The last scene shows the two camera men hiding in the bushes with cameras while Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima are walking.

Kirishima ask them, “Hey uh…do you guys get the feeling we’re being watched…?”

THE END!

#boku no hero academia #bnha #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #todoroki #todoroki shouto #kirishima #kirishima eijirou #camie utsushimi #my translations #this chapter was super funny especially the part where they get off the tea cups and walk all wobbly lol

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kiki-shortsnout · 3 years

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For intimacy prompts: #36 being pushed against a wall for Frostironstrange! 💚❤️💙

I might have cheated a little and made it a door....

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Jealousy wasn’t an emotion Stephen had much experience with. He’d been top of his field when he’d been a doctor, a pioneer, a trailblazer, he was the one people regarded with envy. Even in his romantic life, jealousy wasn’t an emotion he’d fallen victim to, never having formed a lasting attachment to another person.

He knew the root of the emotion stemmed from a feeling of insecurity, that the best thing he could do was turn his gaze inward and think about his own personal growth, to address his feelings of low self-esteem.

This…didn’t feel like feelings of low self-esteem. It felt like a coiled ball of barbed wire and razor blades sitting in his stomach, strangling the life out of him every time he saw them together.

The words on the page wavered as his eyes went unfocused, his ears straining to hear sounds of them whispering, torturing himself further by hearing fragments of their conversation, his mind filling in the blanks.

Why couldn’t it have been me?

Stephen had fallen in love with Tony first. He’d agonized over that, spent countless nights thinking about the reason why, if the rationale behind his jealousy was born from some adolescent feeling such as, I saw him first so therefore he’s mine, but that wasn’t it.

A bond had formed between them when fighting Thanos, a trust that Stephen seldom found in others. He knew Tony, probably better than anyone else in the world after his little exploration of millions of possible outcomes, but that wasn’t what made him fall in love.

It was the man’s determination, his courage, his sarcasm, all wrapped up in an appealing aesthetic package that was Tony Stark. He had been willing to sacrifice himself for the world, just as Stephen had sacrificed countless lives in the Dark Dimension, and at that moment against Thanos, Stephen knew he’d found someone in this huge, boundless universe who could understand him.

He looked up at that moment, staring at Tony across the gloomy Sanctum library. His legs were folded beneath him on the armchair, his elbow on the desk as he rested his head on it, idly swiping through his Starkpad as he worked.

Stephen hadn’t been able to let him die, had used every possible resource he possessed and those around him to save his life. He hadn’t even known Tony that long, but he had still sobbed alongside Rhodey and Pepper as Tony finally inhaled a lungful of battle charred air after excruciating seconds of being dead.

Sensing Stephen’s stare, Tony glanced up, giving him a gorgeous smile, the type that sent euphoric sensations squirming through his stomach. Ignoring Tony’s mouthed question asking him if he was okay, Stephen turned back to his book.

He’d never understood what it meant to love someone until the moment he’d lost Tony. Despite already witnessing millions of potential lifetimes, ignoring millions more, Stephen still wanted to remain by Tony’s side, as a friend, a lover, whatever capacity he was allowed as long as he could be part of the man’s life.

‘What’s got your attention, Anthony? I’m over here.’

Then Loki had happened.

The trickster had faked his death at Thanos’s hand. Not for his own personal gain this time, it was the only way he could save Thor and Bruce, ensure that Thanos would leave whatever Asgardians he hadn’t slaughtered alone. Stephen had doubted Loki’s intentions were as honorable as that, believe a large part of his actions were to save his own hide, but he wasn’t made of stone, despite how he was perceived, and Thor begging him to help find his brother hadn’t fallen on deaf ears.

It was Tony asking him to help bring Loki home, to give him the second chance they’d all had at some point in their lives, that swayed Stephen into action. The man didn’t even know about his repressed feelings, and even then, he was powerless to Tony’s wishes.

‘Lokes, I can barely concentrate as it is when you’re near me,’ Tony flirted.

He ripped the corner of the page from the tightness of his grip.

Stephen couldn’t actually put a finger on the exact moment where his feelings for the God of Mischief had changed from irritation to begrudging respect.

And then into complex complicated feelings of their own.

But he’d known when Loki’s and Tony’s relationship had changed, had seen the way both of them looked at the other, the swollen lips after they returned from meetings.

‘Stephen? Everything alright?’ Tony asked, destroying the painful recollections, making him look up at them both. They were trying to hide their relationship from him, and he wasn’t sure why.

I’m not important enough to know.

‘Yup,’ Stephen snapped, slamming his book shut and throwing it onto the desk between them.

‘Usually, you only look like that after I have spoken to you,’ Loki teased, placing both hands flat on the desk and leaning forward, goading him. That was their relationship, provoking each other, encouraging character growth through spite and teasing.

Today it felt like salt was scouring the wounds on Stephen’s soul.

He needed to control these feelings, these emotions. He’d already convinced himself that he was content with being Tony’s friend, that whatever stirrings of interest he had towards Loki had to be his libido talking. Tony Stark deserved whatever happiness he could find, and Stephen was the biggest advocate for it.

‘No, you’re not, honey.’

Stephen flinched in his chair as he looked up, Tony directly in front of him, his hand reaching out. The way his eyes had become soft and tender with worry for him made Stephen want to weep, to launch himself forward into his arms and speak his deepest desires.

They already have each other. There isn’t room for you.

He batted Tony’s hand away, ignoring the way the man flinched even as a wash of shamed nausea crept over him.

What are you expecting, Strange? That they’ll include you? That Tony will leave Loki for you? Normal people don’t have two partners.

‘Hey, it’s okay…I didn’t mean to scare you, we can leave if you’ve got things on your mind,’ Tony reassured, taking a step back.

‘Nothing’s on my mind,’ Stephen answered straight away, his voice coming out too loud and panicked. He saw Loki’s eyebrow raise in question, the Asgardian looking between them both, analyzing.

Shit.

‘Stephen, something’s obviously wrong, and I don’t think it’s because you don’t understand…’ Tony paused, tilting his head so he could try and read the title of Stephen’s book. ‘Yeah…I don’t know what you’re reading. Look, if it’s something I did don’t be shy,’ Tony told him with a playful grin, but Stephen knew what was behind it, the insecurity he hid behind those smiles.

‘No! It’s nothing you’ve done,’ Stephen lurched forward to grasp Tony’s elbows before remembering who else was with them. Immediately he let go, shoving his chair back with the force he used to escape. Cursing his treacherous body, his gaze went to Loki who was watching the whole thing unfold with shrewd eyes.

‘Come on, asshole, what is it? I’m not a mind reader you know.’

‘No, but I am. I have a glorious feeling this is going to be fascinating,’ Loki’s silky voice wrapped around them both, his fingers lit up with his magic.

He can’t find out.

‘Leave me alone…’ he spat, his hands readying themselves to create a portal as he leapt to his feet. ‘You can’t be serious?’

‘Deadly,’ Loki growled, extending his fingers with a snap, his emerald magic twisting forward and nullifying the portal Stephen had been trying to create.

I need to get out of here.

‘What? What’s going on? Loki, stop it don’t-’ Tony yelped as Stephen launched himself into a run, barreling him over in his haste to escape. Loki gave chase, both of them scrabbling against the wooden floor as they sprinted to the door.

Tony can’t know. Neither of them can know.

Stephen ignored Tony’s frantic shouts for them to stop, the burn in his lungs as he ran, the pain in his shoulders as he collided with the bookcases. Books rained down on him, the library around him fading to one, singular point.

Get to the door!

He could hear Loki hot on his heels, felt the tendrils of his magic trying to ensnare him, his snarls of frustration as Stephen ducked and weaved around the bookcases, no finesse to his movements, just a dogged determination to escape the situation.

Crying out in relief when he made it to the door first, he skidded to a halt when the Cloak billowed up, blocking the way, trapping Stephen inside.

‘They can’t find out! Move!’ Stephen hissed at the Cloak.

The Cloak shook its collar, spreading itself out so it appeared huge.

‘Please!’ Stephen pleaded, his voice cracking. ‘I’ll lose them both otherwise!’

‘What the hell is going on? Are we under attack?’ Feet pounded on the floor behind him, the sounds of his suit forming was audible even over Stephen’s pounding heart.

Think. Think!

Reaching forward to rip aside the Cloak, Stephen found himself slammed against the back of the door, a lithe muscled body pressed against him, and a hot mouth sealed over his. Despite wanting to moan into it, the electric current of unbridled lust surging inside of him, he didn’t stop fighting to escape.

He didn’t want to hurt Tony with his lustful feelings and burgeoning affection for his lover, didn’t want to damage their friendship. Then there was Loki, whose tales of cruelty had reached them all. Who knew what he would do to Stephen for coveting his lover? He would desecrate the feelings he held dear, spinning this into a story that they shared with other while in bed, their mocking laughter surrounding them.

‘Desist your struggles, Strange,’ Loki whispered when he stopped, leaving another scorching kiss on his lips as he held him still. ‘Your feelings are making you foolish. You know I cannot read minds, yet you crumbled under your fear and left your true self bare.’

Stephen strained against the hold, his head banging back against the heavy door, nails gripping the wood. Loki didn’t budge, his strength far exceeding Stephen’s, but he moved his hands to his forearms, allowing the blood to flow back into his damaged hands with a pained hiss.

‘Sorry,’ Loki murmured. ‘It is not my intent to-’

‘You already knew I had feelings for him,’ Stephen hissed, looking over Loki’s shoulder, trying to understand what the expression on Tony’s face was, memorizing the detail of him before he’d be no longer allowed to look.

I never wanted this to happen.

‘Yes, but I did not know of your attraction to me. Which makes this conversation so much simpler,’ Loki answered.

‘What conversation?’

‘You are not alone in your feelings, darling,’ Loki called over his shoulder, his sharp green gaze never leaving Stephen’s.

He slumped in Loki’s hold, hanging his head as shame burned his cheeks.

‘You’re not listening to my words, Stephen.’ Loki brought his head down to whisper in his ear, adjusting his grip so Stephen could rest against him, holding him instead of restraining him. Even with all of the panic making him light-headed, his chest flayed open for all to see, Stephen still took the time to breathe in Loki’s scent, the unique alienness of it.

‘Stephen? Is Loki right? Do you…have feelings for me?’ Tony asked, his voice wavering in bewilderment.

Rubbing his head against Loki’s shoulder for a moment, Stephen took a huge, quivering breath before he drew back, trying to find his courage.

‘No, Loki’s voice rumbled through his chest, oscillating through to Stephen’s skin. ‘It isn’t just lust you have for me. You hold feelings for us both.’

‘Stephen?’

‘Yes. God, I’m sorry, I fell for you, months ago, Tony,’ Stephen sighed, not looking at him, staring at the glossy black hair brushing against Loki’s collarbone. ‘I knew you were together, thought I could be happy…No, I wanted to be happy for you-’

Stephen stumbled as Loki vanished from before him, flailing until he was caught by Tony’s smaller frame. He only had a second to figure out what had happened before he was being kissed again, a sharp whipcrack of shock drowning out any thoughts.

He retained enough sense to break apart, his gaze seeking out Loki, fearful of retribution. Loki’s façade cracked at his stare, relaxing into an expression he’d often seen him look at Tony with.

‘You were blinded by what you did not have, saw only what you wanted to see. You never realized that Anthony was watching you too, snatching gazes of you when you were preoccupied with your melancholy.’

Stephen looked down at Tony in his arms, his brown eyes blazing in that look of determination he’d fallen for.

‘Stephen, I…you too? I never thought…you never gave any indication of-’

Stephen silenced the words with a kiss, reaching up to cup Tony’s face with his hand, expressing everything he could through his actions, his longing, his repressed desire, his love. Their tears mingled together, seeping down to their lips, binding their kiss with suffering sweetness.

‘Idiots, the both of you,’ Loki said, wrapping his arms around them. ‘I know this type of relationship might not be considered… acceptable on Midgard, but I believe now that I know of your feelings, it would be wise to explore the possibilities.’

‘This, this isn’t normal though,’ Stephen mumbled against Tony’s lips, lifting his free hand so he could grip hold of Loki.

‘Who cares about normal? I’m Tony Stark, I do what I want,’ Tony asserted, kissing him soundly on the lips, before turning and kissing Loki’s jaw.

‘Ineloquent as always, but I believe this time the sentiment comes across nicely,’ Loki said, eyes closing as he accepted Tony’s bestowed kiss.

‘You both? How long?’

‘Since Thanos-’

‘Since you found me-’

They answered together. It was Loki who blushed though, uncertain how his own declaration would be taken.

‘I’ve known Tony longer, understood and accepted my feelings for him before I found you, but that doesn’t mean what I’m feeling towards you isn’t real, Loki,’ Stephen assured, his confidence growing, the earlier panic and fear dispelled by their touch.

Loki swallowed and nodded once, his grip tightening before he took a step back, gesturing at the Cloak to move aside.

‘I realize we’ve forced this confession from you, and if you would rather take some time to-’

‘Do you want to go on a date?’ Tony interrupted.

‘A date?’ Loki deadpanned.

‘A date? Like drinks? Food? Music? Somewhere we can get to…well not know each other better, but talk. About what this means for us?’ Tony encouraged, his gaze darting between them both.

‘Anthony. I do not think-’

‘A date sounds great,’ Stephen interrupted him this time, pressing his lips together to hide his amusement at Loki’s confusion, reaching down to take both their hands in his.

#frostironstrange #fanfic prompt #ask answered #thank you so much #thanks for this!#stephen strange #tony stark #Loki #Yet more Kiki prompts!

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gnocchighoul · 4 years

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Operation Hot Potato

Summary:

“See? She’s just a baby~” you coo, gently wiggling the kitten in his face.

Lucifer grimaces. Takes another, larger step back. “If a baby is what you want, I’d rather give you one myself.”

(You bring home a kitten and try to hide her from Lucifer. Unfortunately for you, nothing gets past the House of Lamentation’s resident pet-hater.)

Word Count: 3.6k

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You found a kitten.

Well—kind of. It’s debatable.

You think it’s a kitten. She certainly looks like one—fluffy little thing with snow-white fur, blue eyes, a poofy little triangular head, and the most perfectly pink toe beans you’ve ever had the pleasure of squishing.

The reason why you’re so hesitant to call her a kitten?

She breathes fire. Hiccups fireballs. Sneezes flaming hot streams of… well, flames.

You learned that firsthand ten minutes ago, when you nearly got your eyebrows singed off by a particularly dangerous sneeze. All you wanted to do was give her a smooch on her wittle pink nose, you weren’t expecting to get blasted in the face with an orangey-red inferno.

But you know what? It doesn’t matter if she’s a little strange. You’ve sworn your everlasting love to your newfound daughter—your secret daughter that the demon brothers can absolutely not know about under any circumstances whatsoever, because you just know that Lucifer will make you put her back in the wild where you found her.

Your fire-sneezing, bouncing baby girl wouldn’t last another day out in the harsh wilderness (aka the dumpster that you retrieved her from). In the forty-seven minutes that you’ve had her, she’s grown accustomed to belly scratches, sleeping in your bed, and gnawing on only the finest tortilla chips in the Devildom.

Her name is Tater Tot.

She sticks out like a sore white thumb among your colorful assortment of pillows. Not that she cares. She’s living it up in the lap of luxury. Tater Tot stretches—turns around with every paw in the air, proudly showing off her rotund little baby belly, and mrrps at you.

Its the cutest thing you've ever fucking seen. You just wanna SQUEEZE her. Ugh, who would've guessed that a little trash fire baby would steal your heart so quickly?

And it’s not like you broke the rules and brought home a pet on purpose. Tater Tot had chosen you. By choosing to rummage around in that specific dumpster that you just so happened to walk past on your way home from RAD, Tater Tot had effectively decided that you were to be her new caretaker.

It’s fate. Kismet. You’ve wanted a pet for so long—dog, cat, dragon, gremlin, doesn’t matter. You’ve spent hours upon hours bitching and moaning to anyone that’ll listen about how badly you’ve wanted a pet to smother with your love. Nobody has been able to escape your woe. Everyone—the brothers, the angels, Solomon, and even your good buddy Diavolo (somehow, Barbatos has managed to evade you) have all been forced to listen to your lamenting about the pet-shaped hole in your heart.

But finally—finally—your prayers have been answered.

With a fire breathing kitten.

Oh yeah. Kismet.

You’re fairly certain that Tater Tot has never lived in a house. She had been perfectly content to snuggle up in your school uniform like some kind of tiny, pouch dwelling, heat seeking creature, until you had snuck into your bedroom and closed the door behind you.

The second you set her on the floor, it was like a switch flipped. Tater Tot had shown off her unnatural strength by flinging her little puffball body around the room like a possessed tumbleweed, spastically crashing around the room and knocking over furniture and keepsakes alike.

You had finally cornered her under your bed and sat peacefully nearby, humming quietly to calm her. It didn’t take long for you to coax her out with snacks—she liked the chips, but passionately disliked the gummy worms—and within twenty minutes you had Tater Tot lounging with you on the bed, rubbing her soft little cheeks into your palm for rubs and scritches.

You need to come up with a plan to hide your beloved child ASAP. It’s only a matter of time until either Lucifer hauls you off to his room or one of the brothers decides to camp out in yours for the night, and if word gets back to Lucifer that you’re harboring a fugitive animal… Well, favoritism or not, it won’t end pretty.

Though perhaps there is one person who can help you with this little secret.

Satan. The cat-loving fourth brother.

Man oh man, he’s going to be thrilled with sweet little Tater Tot. You have to be careful though—you reckon that there is a 96% chance that he’ll try to steal her away from you. Trying to juggle custody battles and harboring your secret daughter from Lucifer all at the same time sounds like such a pain.

But… That would still be better than having to put Tater Tot back on the streets.

With the threat of big-meanie-Lucifer looming over you like a particularly gothic and pet-hating phantom, you come to a final decision. You’re just going to have to pull on your big girl pants and accept the soul crushing truth of the situation.

Satan is your only hope.

But how are you going to sneak your daughter all the way over to his room?

You look around your own room for something, anything that can hide your beloved dumpster pet and—ohohoho.

“Darling?”

You freeze midstep.

Busted.

“What’s up, Lucifer?” You try so hard to keep your voice calm and normal. So hard.

Judging by the way Lucifer looks at you, you’ve failed. And you were so close. Satan’s bedroom is literally right there! Only a few yards away! If only you’d just had ten more seconds to yourself in the dark hallway... Alas, the warden your beloved Lucifer aka the resident pet hater stands between you and the dusty salvation that is Satan’s library of a bedroom.

You shuffle your feet a bit nervously. Readjust your grip on the cardboard box. A bit warily, Lucifer eyes it.

“What’s in the box?”

You panic. “What box?”

Fuck.

Lucifer cracks a smile, though it doesn’t meet his gaze. He gestures to the cardboard box that you are currently holding near to your chest like some sort of ugly, cubic liferaft.

“Oh!” You laugh. It’s too high pitched. Suspicious. “This box? It’s just some books for Satan, it’s nothing—”

The box sneezes.

Your mouth snaps shut and you thank all the fucking stars in heaven that this sneeze didn’t flambé you.

Lucifer’s eyes narrow accusingly. Tone icy and sharp, he says, “Books? Is that so?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck—

You wilt a bit under the intensity of his gaze. “They’re… cursed books? Yeah, so cursed and dangerous and only Satan knows how to nullify the evilness of these books so I’m gonna just slip past you—”

Lucifer takes a step to the left, planting himself firmly in your path and effectively thwarting your desperate grand escape. A single blade of moonlight cuts through the curtains and slices through the shadows, Lucifer now caught in the spotlight and—oh that fucker did that on purpose. Ugh, what a drama queen.

Red eyes practically glowing in the dark, he nods menacingly at the box. “Go on then. Open it.”

“I dunno, I really shouldn’t because of the curses and—”

Clearly not in the mood to entertain your scheming-slash-rambling, Lucifer takes matters into his own hands. Before you can twist away, one of his hands darts out to knock the lid off of the box and—

Books. It’s filled with books.

He frowns. Lifts one up and—nope, there’s just more books underneath. “...What?”

“Happy? Now if you don’t mind I really should get—”

“Let me help you with that.”

Your reflexes aren't fast enough. Before you can leap back or Sparta kick him away, Lucifer plucks the box right out of your arms… and reveals a squirming lump beneath your sweater, right inbetween your breasts. The box hits the floor. Lucifer stares at your newly acquired mass with a very particular sort of horror that you’ve never seen before.

You panic. Again.

“...I grew a new boob. I think the Devildom air is toxic or something, but it’s okay! The more the merrier, right? We can still—gET YOUR HANDS OFF MY TIDDIES—”

Lucifer presses one hand to your lower back, trapping you, and yanks down your zipper, revealing the purrito that is wrapped kind-of-securely to your chest with a scarf. He recoils backwards, looking equal parts horrified and peeved off.

Time for Plan B.

93% sure that you can still recover from this situation that is rapidly soaring downhill, you stuff your hands into your pockets and then throw them outwards, flinging fistfuls of rainbow confetti into the air. “Surpriiiise! You’re a daddy! Say hello to our daughter.”

“No.”

“Her name is Tater Tot. Personally, I think she takes after you.”

The Tater in question shimmies out of her silky prison and tumbles nose first into your palms. You hold her right up to Lucifer’s face, grinning like a goddamn sociopath when he takes an alarmed step backwards. Little puffball paws desperately try to swipe at his nose. Lucifer looks downright offended by the assault of pink toe beans.

“See? She’s just a baby~” you coo, gently wiggling the noodle-limp kitten in his face.

Lucifer grimaces. Takes another, larger step back. “If a baby is what you want, I’d rather give you one myself.”

“As fun as that sounds, we have a perfectly good one right here!”

“That thing is not a baby. Where did you find it?”

There’s a concerned little scrunch in his brow that you wanna smooth over with your thumb, but when you try to close the distance between you two, he moves further out of reach. Frowning, you hug Tater Tot to your chest. She snuggles her face into the crook of your neck and purrs like the smallest biodiesel engine in all of the realms.

“I found her in a dumpster!” you say, perhaps a bit too proudly.

Lucifer’s eyes widen. “In the city?”

“Why is that so shocking? Does the Devildom not have stray cats?”

“That’s not a cat.”

“Well yeah I kinda figured, what with the whole fire breathing thing and all, but—”

“It’s a chimera.”

You stare at Lucifer. Try to gauge how serious he’s being. Tater Tot nibbles on your thumb with little needle-like teeth.

Surely he’s joking.

“...Like the lion-goat-lizard thing? That chimera?”

Lucifer nods.

Like you’re in some twisted version of the Lion King, you hold Tater Tot up in the beam of moonlight that Mr. Doom and Gloom had previously been occupying. Examine her totally normal kitten-features. The distinct lack of goat hooves. Miss Tater licks her nose. A Chimera? Her?

Surely he’s fucking with you.

But… it would explain the whole fire-breathing thing. Kind of. You’re not fully convinced he’s lying, but the truth doesn’t make much more sense.

But if she is a chimera… that’s so badass.

If Lucifer thinks for one second that Tater Tot being a nightmarish Hell creature is going to scare you into giving her up, then he is sorely mistaken. (You did choose to date him, after all. You're an expert at loving on Hellish beings.) At the end of the day, whether Tater is a chimera or a cat or whatever the hell else, you’ve already bonded with each other. She’s your baby and you are not going to let him get rid of her.

If he gets Cerberus, then you get your funky little Tater Tot, dammit.

Lucifer watches this journey of emotions play out on your face. His eyes narrow. He says your name slowly, strained—a thinly veiled warning in his voice.

The grin that overtakes your face can only be described as evil.

“We’re keeping her.”

“Absolutely not.”

“You can’t be serious.”

From the depths of your blanket fort, your hand emerges to flip Lucifer off. He scowls.

“This blanket fort is only for Tater Tot and me.”

“Then perhaps you should relocate to your bed.” Lucifer growls.

You snuggle further into the black sheets cocooning you. With impressive speed, you had raced back to Lucifer’s room and stripped every piece of fabric from his bed in record time. From there, it was simply a matter of combining the dark sheets with a bunch of pillows and voila. You had created your very own anti-Lucifer fortress, right in the middle of his bed.

Tater Tot army-crawls across your thigh and worms her way into the sheets, vanishing like a ninja.

"What?" You peek at Lucifer through a small opening in the fabric. “But then you would just ignore me and Tater Tot.”

“Yes, exactly. I’m glad that we’re on the same page.”

“No! We’re not on the same page at all,” you scowl. “I’m not moving until you bond with her.”

“Then I suppose you’ll be stuck there forever.”

“Maybe I will!”

You can’t see him right now, but you know in the depths of your heart that Lucifer is rolling his eyes at you.

Which, y’know. Fair. You are being a little bit ridiculous. But what choice do you have? The confetti didn't work and Lucifer needs to form an everlasting bond with Tater Tot. He needs to experience how lovely and precious and wonderful your little baby is, so that he won’t make you put her back in the dumpster where you found her.

You have one last tactic. It is by far the absolute worst.

Talking to him. Like some kind of functioning, responsible adult, because apparently that's what you're supposed to do in a healthy relationship. Blegh.

While you agonize over stooping to this final resort, Lucifer climbs into the bed without a word and settles himself in like he owns the place. Which he does. But that’s beside the point.

One of your arms emerges from the blanket shield to poke at his pajama clad thigh. He doesn’t react. So naturally, you poke him again. And again. And again, until finally he sighs, “What?”

You squirm your way out of the stuffy blankets, gulping down air once you're free—sweet baby Jesus, fresh air has never felt so good—and Tater Tot flies out after you, rocketing across the mattress at the speed of light and tumbling around like a little white pom pom. While she does her own thing, you worm your way into Lucifer’s side so that you’re halfway on top of his chest. He huffs and lays there like a board, refusing to hug you, so you grab his arm and wrap it around your shoulders yourself.

Here goes nothing.

“Why are you so against having a pet?” you ask, dancing the pads of your fingers over his chest.

Lucifer cracks one eye open. “The first and last time I allowed pets in the house, Satan brought home 48 cats. In one hour.”

...You really should have seen that one coming.

“Oh. Well, I mean… Is that reallyyy a bad thing—ow! You jerk, I was just kidding.” You pout. “You didn’t have to pinch my butt that hard.”

Lucifer snickers and pats your butt consolingly. “Mmm, no, I didn’t. But I wanted to.”

Briefly, you consider headbutting him right in the chin. But alas, that wouldn’t solve anything, so you settle for pressing a kiss to his collarbone, then reach a hand up to play with his hair, just how he likes. It’s not very ~vengeful~ buuut it’s bound to put him in a better mood.

You trace cutesy little heart shapes on his right pec. “You know what I want?”

Lucifer closes his eyes—lets his head fall back onto the mattress. “We’re not keeping her.”

You snuggle into his chest with a happy little hum. “Yes we are.”

“...Just for the night. Tomorrow you're putting her back where you found her."

You wake up in agony.

It feels like you’ve had a lung ripped out and replaced with serrated knives. Or shark teeth. Each breath drags oh so painfully at your—just kidding.

You wake up well rested and tangled in the bedsheets, your head hanging off the side of the mattress. You’re a little hazy-brained and your skull feels like it weighs a thousand pounds, but that’s probably because of all the blood rushing to your head. When you roll over and haul yourself back up onto the bed, a noise escapes you that is definitely not fit for polite company.

The murky depths of slumber threaten to take you again, so you pat around the bed with your hand, looking for your favorite demon-slash-body pillow. You pat. And keep patting. Where the hell is Lucifer?

You crack one bleary eye open, trying to find Lucifer and—

Where the hell is Tater Tot?

Your heart jolts in your chest as you realize a few things all at once.

One: Lucifer is missing.

Two: Tater Tot is missing.

Three: You slept through breakfast, but that’s less important.

You’re off like a shot, wrestling yourself out of the sheets and flinging them to the floor, then stumbling across the room to get to the door before your brain can even fully wake up. It’s fine, you don’t need 100% brainpower, you just need to find your baby.

You’ve barely taken four steps into the hallway when you slam nose first into Mammon. He catches you, saving your face from becoming acquainted with the floor, and you grab him by the leathery lapels of his jacket.

“Where’s Lucifer?!” you hiss.

Mammon desperately tries to squirm out of your feral grip. You shake him like a polaroid picture.

“Geez, knock it off would ya?! He’s in his office, what the hell is up with you? Wh—HEY! I’M NOT DONE TALKIN’ TO YA!”

Whatever the Weenie has to say to you is less important than finding your child, so as soon as you acquire Lucifer’s location, you haul ass to Lucifer’s study.

In a raging fury that could rival Satan’s existence, you fling open the door, ready to tear Lucifer a new one for not even letting you say goodbye to your beloved kitten and—

And your heart melts into a warm, gooey puddle.

Lucifer is sitting at his desk. Tater Tot is draped across his shoulders.

Lucifer glares at you, but there's no real bite in his gaze. “Keep it down, Phobos is sleeping.”

You blink stupidly, your brain racing at a thousand miles an hour to catch up with whatever the hell you’re currently feeling that has you all mushy and moon-eyed. “Phobos? What the hell? That’s not her name at all.”

“My love, we are not naming our daughter after potatoes. Her name is now Phobos. She and I came to a mutual agreement that it is far more fitting of a name for a creature of her pedigree.”

...You’re so torn. On one hand, you want to argue that Tater Tot is a lovely name for your dumpster kitten-chimera-thing, but on the other hand… he called her ‘our daughter’. As in your guys’s daughter. This can only mean one thing, and you clutch at your heart when you realize what’s happening.

They bonded.

It damn well might bring a tear to your eyes.

You make your way over to Lucifer, shove aside the papers on his desk, and perch your happy ass right on the hardwood.

With a bone deep sigh, Lucifer leans back in his chair. “Why do you always do that? My lap is available, you know.”

Tater Tot wakes up and lifts her heavy little sleep-addled head to meep at you.

You grin—hook your ankles around the armrests of his chair and pull him closer. “So… does this mean we’re keeping Tater Tot?”

“... Yes, we’re keeping Phobos. But that’s it, no more pets.”

“Okay, wait. Hear me out. What about a dog?”

“Absolutely not.”

Lucifer plucks another white hair from his RAD uniform and holds it up to the moonlight, scowling at the offensive thing. Why in all the realms did you have to find a white cat? The damned thing has only lived with you lot for two days and yet somehow its hair has already gotten over every article of black clothing in his wardrobe. It’s infuriating.

His gaze wanders across the courtyard to where you’re sitting pretty on Beel’s shoulders, clawing at his face with your fingertips and screaming in terror at how high up you are. He grins.

He can put up with the shedding fur, so long as he gets to see how your eyes shine like the stars when you see Phobos.

Still though. Why couldn’t you find a black kitten?

“Lucifer! There you are!”

Lucifer flicks the cat hair—lets the breeze catch it and float it away. Before he can even get a proper greeting in, Diavolo is pulling him in for a bone crushing hug.

“You’re here a bit later than usual. How’s life with the new kitten treating you?” Diavolo asks.

Lucifer steps out of the hug and eyes Diavolo warily. “Just fine, thank yo—wait. How do you know about the cat?”

Diavolo blinks innocently. “Surely you told me about her, didn’t you?”

No, he definitely did not—oh no.

Lucifer stares, slack jawed and horrified, because in that moment, he realizes something that he refuses to accept.

No.

No. It can’t be.

Diavolo would never do that to him. He would ne—oh fuck, he absolutely did.

Diavolo planted the cat. He knew that you would find her in that dumpster and take her home.

Lucifer has never known a betrayal quite like this. Diavolo says something about heading off to his office, but he doesn’t hear him over the rushing in his ears.

“Diavolo.”

The demon prince in question pauses in his escape to look back at Lucifer. “Yes, Lucifer?”

“Why did you have to pick a white cat?”

And oh, Diavolo laughs. A full belly laugh that quite honestly kills Lucifer. Just a little bit.

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Michiko vs Jetsam

Whew! This is done! I got carried away so I am very sorry for the length :’D

Michiko’s mod and I had some fun talking about our characters and especially the gear Michi is developing!

Unfortunately they were very busy this week, but I was more than happy to write the fight results :D

CW: emetophobia // there is a brief scene describing vomit semi-graphically

The roar of the crowd echoed through the stadium as Jetsam Kisa and Michiko Watanabe entered the battle arena. Both of the students walked to their side of the arena with a sense of purpose, even if they were nervous wrecks on the inside. Once they took their proper starting positions, the two contestants smiled weakly at each other as the announcer called out their names and the people in the crowd cheered for the next fight.

‘I’m pretty sure I’m going to pass out,’ Jetsam thought as he gnawed on his lips in anticipation, ‘That or throw up. Oh god I hope I don’t throw up in the middle of the match. Everyone here is watching. God, my parents are watching,’ Thick, heavy plums of smoke rolled out of his mouth the more frantic his thoughts became, until they nearly completely cloaked his figure, ‘I think I saw Best Jeanist in the stands too! He’s not going to want to associate with the kid who threw up during his first match. What am I doing here? What am I even going to do-?”

Jetsam was snapped out of his rapidly spiraling thoughts by movement in his periphery; Michiko gently waved her hands at him and gave him a broader smile, despite clearly being nervous herself (if the crease in her brow was any clue to her emotional state).

“Let’s both do our best during this fight, Kisa-kun!” Michiko called out from her side of the arena, before her gaze hardened with a resolve she often reserved for studying the most complex of quirks, “Although, I hope you know that I will not be taking it easy on you. I need to see how far I can go, and to learn about the extent of my current abilities.”

Seeing Michiko’s determination and hearing her will to succeed was like a salve to Jetsam’s shot nerves. He took a deep breath, then released the pent up smog. The smoke surrounding his body partially dissipated too. It was almost a shame how well Michiko’s words calmed him down; he would be better off easily producing the pollutants that came with high stress. Jetsam briefly wondered if her kindness was double-edged in a way; was it a strategic way to prevent him from building up his quirk before the match? He shook the thought out of his head before yelling back to her:

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Miss Michi!”

He could only hope that his grin masked the nerves that were still rolling in his stomach. He knew Michiko; knew her quirk. It could only be activated by physical contact, so as long as he kept his distance he should be okay.

‘Although,’ Jetsam thought as he gazed at the chain-like device at Michiko’s hip, ‘that capture chain she’s been developing could be difficult to beat. I’ve never seen what it actually does before.’

All too quickly, the announcer began their countdown: “3...2...1...BEGIN!”

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As soon as the bell rang, Michiko shot forward, arm extended, with a single-minded determination to do one thing and one thing only: get to Jetsam before he could gain control of the battlefield with his quirk. If she could grab a hold onto him before his smogs and tars and other (frankly, gross) expellents became too overwhelming, then she could nullify his quirk with her own, and use her capture device to prevent him from continuing the fight.

Jetsam must have realized her plans, and had just enough time to dodge out of her range, smog spewing out of his mouth now that his adrenaline was no doubt pumping again. Not to be deterred, Michiko quickly shifted her balance and dove after him again, careful not to let him hide behind the pillars of smoke he was creating.

‘He’s not going to make this easy for me, but I have been preparing for this occasion for too long to let this game of tag keep me from winning!’ She thought to herself, resolve growing with every inch closer she got to Jetsam, ‘He can’t avoid me forever, and I have a secret weapon I’ve been dying to beta test!’

After a few more moments of chasing after Jetsam, Michiko took a gamble and let him escape to the sanctuary of smog he created across the arena. She knew she had to be quick, but some risks had to be taken to assure victory! She knew that she had the power within her to win.

He wouldn’t be able to outrun her prototype, after all!

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‘Phew, I think I finally managed to shake her,’ Jetsam sighed with relief, dark smog still escaping his mouth and obscuring his figure to the crowd (and hopefully Michiko as well). ‘Now I have a moment to breathe. Hah, figuratively, at least.’

He made sure to keep his eye on the clear silhouette of Michiko he could make out through his smog, never before more grateful for his mom’s sight-related quirk partially making its way to him. She seemed to be standing still, perhaps strategizing her own plan to catch him and throw him out of the arena? He hoped the smoke wasn’t making her feel too sick. He had to be quick.

‘I can probably end the battle if I cover her in tar and stop her movement. It might be unpleasant but it’d be safer than trying to beat her in hand-to-hand or some other physical contest. I haven’t been training with Tsumi for too long, after all. Yeah okay, that’s the plan!’

Just as he was about to produce the sticky tars necessary to carry out his plan, a thin silhouette darted out from Michi’s figure, slithering across the arena at a speed too quick for Jetsam to react to.

As a cold, thin figure coiled itself tightly around him, the only thought sparking across Jetsam’s brain was:

“Michiko brought a snake?”

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‘Bingo!’ Michiko exclaimed to herself as Jetsam’s no-doubt unconscious shout revealed not only his location, but the fact that her capture device had worked perfectly as intended.

While it still had quite a few bugs to sort out, one of the most recently added features was a heat-seeking tracker that would allow the machine to chase after targets even under adverse visible conditions.

She cocked her head towards the direction of Jetsam’s quick yell of distress; she couldn’t get complacent. The capture device was only half the battle! She had to guarantee that Jetsam couldn’t continue the fight in order to assure her victory!

She couldn’t just blindly run through the smokescreen either; who knows what kinds of traps he could have placed while she set up her capture device. No. She had to be methodical, and safely make her way to Jetsam’s location while he was encumbered.

The smog was thick, but now she had her goal within sight: grapple Jetsam and nullify his quirk, thus ending the match.

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Okay, so it wasn’t a snake, but it was still bad news! Jetsam’s arms were completely pinned by the robotic device wrapped around his torso. So this was the work of the capture device that Michiko had worked so hard on? Jetsam had to admit that it was effective. He couldn’t fight with his limbs restrained like this, and that shout he gave out completely alerted Michiko to his location.

‘So this is it. The fight’s over, and I spent the whole time running away and cowering in the corner. Everyone is watching. Everyone saw. Everyone will know I’m just a big failure who doesn’t deserve to be here. Oh god what if Sato-sensei kicks me out of the hero course? What if they kick me out of the school?? What if everyone laughs and ignores me and hates me OH GOD-’

As the panicked thoughts swirled in Jetsam’s mind a pit formed in his stomach. A pit that rapidly expanded into a big, black ball of anxiety and nerves. He could almost picture it in his mind’s eye: an ugly, bloated orb dripping with heat and stress and bile. The more he envisioned it the more it grew until he could almost feel it spilling out of his mouth like a slick oil spill across his lips and---oh wait.

It wasn’t in his mind’s eye.

Jetsam groaned to himself as gushing rivets of slippery, rubbery oil spewed from his mouth all down the front of his body.

“Well this is perfect!” Jetsam exclaimed to himself, although it was muffled by the sheer volume of oil that expelled out of him as he spoke. He really did throw up. God, could this fight be any more of a disaster?

First he gets captured by Michi’s device, then he literally vomits gross oil from the stress. Fantastic. He shifted uncomfortably, as the oils soaked into his jersey under the capture device and--wait a moment. Oil. Disgusting, smelly, beautifully SLIPPERY oil! That was slicking up his torso and arms even now!

Jetsam pulled his arms upwards experimentally and YES! They were sliding out, he wasn’t restrained anymore! Maybe he could hide again and strategize-

The victorious thought was cut off by a hand shooting out from the pillars of smog, reaching for his newly freed arms.

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��I finally found you, Kisa-kun!” Michiko called out, jumping from out of the smokescreen with a triumphant smile.

Her eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of Jetsam freed from his restraints, but she simply chalked it up to a prototyping failure; she could ask him about the specifics of how he escaped once the match was over, anyways.

This time Jetsam couldn’t dodge her oncoming attack, and Michiko grappled him to the ground, pinning his arms above his head. Now was her chance to nullify his quirk! She had been practicing in hand-to-hand combat, she could still push herself to her limits and come out on top!

Michiko began to focus her energy on her quirk, as Jetsam struggled underneath her. As soon as her quirk began its nullification, she saw the startled look in his dark eyes, and winced slightly in sympathy. She had been told that her quirk was a bit unpleasant to the target; with the process feeling not unlike having your blood drawn through your whole body.

As her quirk took effect, the copious amount of smoke around them began to disappear, once again fully revealing them to the crowd of spectators around the stadium. As her own vision began to clear she was startled to find them lying at the edge of the arena; if they had tussled a bit further out they would have been out of bounds.

Jetsam followed her gaze to the boundary line, and his jaw tightened as his face flushed a dull purple. Was it anger at his predicament?

“I’m very sorry about this, Miss Michi,” he gurgled apologetically, as the last of his quirk bubbled from his mouth into a viscous oil that was spat out onto Michiko’s face.

With a shout of surprise, Michiko’s grip loosened enough for the slick oils still coating Jetsam’s arms to allow him to escape her grasp. Vision impared by the pollution covering her forehead and dripping into her eyes and nose, Michiko was unable to dodge the hefty push against her chest as Jetsam scrambled away from her touch, getting onto his feet. It was only for a moment, but it was enough for his quirk to return in full force.

“Again, words cannot express how sorry I am for doing that.” Jetsam called out to her, although his speech was hard to make out with the thick pollutants leaking from his mouth.

Michiko shot up from the floor, furiously wiping at her face to clear it of the oil. Once her vision returned, she turned to face Jetsam. The two ran at each other, trading blows and each trying to grapple the other into submission. The build-up of tar and oils worked as a double edged sword; Jetsam easily slipped from Michi’s grasp, but she also used that to her advantage to slide out of the way of his attacks.

Then, there it was: that single, gleaming moment where Michiko could see the exhaustion, see Jetsam’s attention waning as the fight dragged on for just a bit too long. Right there! He was right by the boundary line, and had miscalculated a move that left him off-balance and vulnerable.

‘Sorry Jetsam,’ Michiko thought as she built momentum for her final blow, ‘but I am grateful for this amazing fight!’

Just as her victorious punch was about to make contact with Jetsam’s awaiting back, she felt herself freeze, involuntarily. Her arm was stuck in position, unable to move. She tried shifting her feet, but to no avail. Her whole body was frozen in place, like some sort of statue!

After a brief moment of panic, Michiko quickly realized what was happening. The tar. The tar Jetsam had been producing. He had mixed it with all the other pollutants as they fought, and as she was coated throughout the battle, the tar was turning thicker and thicker, until it encased her whole body into a stiff, immovable statue.

She struggled, trying to thrash her way out of the viscous black coffin, but to no avail. She could no longer continue fighting. She had lost.

The crowd burst into cheers and jeers as they realized that the match had been settled, the announcer calling out “AND THE WINNER IS, JETSAM KISA!”

As soon as the decision was announced, Michiko felt the tar slide off her body, like showering off a thick coating of muck, until only black stains remained on her body and clothing.

Jetsam sheepishly looked over at her, hand anxiously scratching at the back of his neck.

“So… that was really, really gross. I’m so sorry. But you were incredible! You almost had me so many times!!” Jetsam babbled out, getting more and more flustered as he continued. “I understand if you’re upset, but we promised we wouldn’t hold back and-”

“That was a great match! I had such a good time, and you really tested out my limits!” Michiko interrupted, smiled brightly at him as she held out her hand for him to shake. “But I’m warning you, next time I’ll be the one to come out on top!”

Jetsam smiled softly as he took her hand and reciprocated the shake.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#this was the first time i have ever written a fight scene!!#i hope it turned out well... again sorry for the length lmaooo #michiko #jetsam #bnha oc comeback #sports event

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How would you rewrite Muriel’s route?

This is the 3rd question I got with similar vibes so imma begin by saying that I am not a writer. I am a reader, a decent one, but I’m not the idea guy. I will try, though, since it seems like people are interested for some reason.

First of all I'd make some baseline changes to set the backstory proper;

Muriel chose the mantle of Lucio's executioner willingly, him and Asra had no other means to survive so they willingly worked as indentured servants under Lucio. He reasoned with himself thinking these are bad people and that he has no other skills to offer. (There might be a threat on Lucio's part that they can be replaced, he doesn't have to had given a villain speech for the implication. He is a rich tyrant and they are street kids, it the service they provide isn't up to par Lucio can easily look for alternative options.) Let me be clear, Muriel was not a gladiator. Gladiators are compensated generously for the entertainment they provide and often due to the amount of investment made on them, fighting to death wasn't a common occurrence. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that Muriel, or rather the Scourge was well known and probably liked by the crowd, there's literally no reason for Lucio to utilize him otherwise. He wants people to enjoy the show, if everybody hated Muriel what use is he to Lucio?

Kokhuri are alive. The tribe had to relocate but they left Khamgalai to tend to the graves. They are nomadic and matriarchal people who likely don't adhere to mother-father-child kind of European family structure. The children are raised communally.

Muriel's curse has nothing to do with myrrh, there's a rune that can counter it and only he knows how to make it, he figured it out by himself for Asra. Any magic that can nullify a spell by Major Arcana is no doubt strong as fuck.

I'd start similar to main 3, MC is tasked to find Lucio's murderer. They find Muriel's brush or loincloth or whatever early on which leads them to the forest but because of the protective spells and the curse they get lost. They ran into Muriel or Inanna and she leads them to Muriel hunched over the corpse. They try to help, like the canon, and have a brush with Lucio's goat ghost. They tell him they were looking for the Scourge and Muriel says there's no Scourge here.

The day after they forget about Muriel but remember the rest and relay that information to Asra, who gets agitated by Lucio's return. He thinks Lucio is here for MC's body but doesn't explain anything, instead begs them to leave town until he figures something out.

They go to see Muriel and he reluctantly agrees to accompany them to the outskirts of the forest, on Asra's request.

Some point on their road trip Asra water-calls them to inform them that Lucio is looking for hearts and the Magician (or whoever else Asra consulted) implied they might find answers South. MC still doesn't know anything except maybe some comments Muriel could have made that painted Lucio in a bad light but they decide to investigate regardless. Muriel opposes, eventually caves (either thanks to MC or Asra). He lets out that he's been tailing MC on Asra's behalf for years so it shouldn't be that much different.

They go from town to town, MC helps Muriel ease into dealing with people again and it's easier since nobody knows jack about Scourge. They learn that he enjoys card games and collecting trinkets from different cultures. He might even get a little too enthusiastic about plants and gives random advice to a gardener.

We might learn here that Muriel doesn't like feeling that he's on a display or that he's performing. He prefers to lay low and blend in, not necessarily completely shut off the world.

They run into Morga(maybe they encounter raiders or a barfight or something alike), who's also been tracking Lucio. She proposes to work together. She berates Muriel for being a coward and convinces him to fight as that's all he's good for. (I think it's better if MC trains on magic rather than archery, I'm seeing alot of disabled MCs.)

She tries to train them but Muriel doesn't respond well to fighting and eventually Morga leaves. Valdemar or Vulgora catches them, Lucio's still trying to get MC's body. They escape just barely, MC gets hurt, Muriel beats himself up over it, some angst some fluff, you know the drill. Maybe he has a panic attack because panic attacks are usually not as on the nose as "Oh No I Gotta Fight Someone With a Knife". Looking for a shelter and aid, they find a cottage which turns out to be Khamgalai's. She helps them out, teaches Muriel how to heal using the techniques of their clan, I assume MC helps since they know some restorative spells too. She tells Muriel his family sent him away when they got ambushed so he wouldn't have to live on the run as Morga's clan was on a war path to conquer South. We get sad, lots of tears. Kisses might ensue.

Somehow it's revealed that this is the answer they were looking for and not Lucio (because I think the whole "Lucio's clan" plot was redundant) and Morga was just using them as bait to get Lucio out of Vesuvia.

Morga catches on to them, we learn who she is, Muriel and MC confront her but Khamgalai says her warmongering already costed her everything. She says she's trying to make up for it by killing her son and she needs MC to lure him out, they agree to work together, begrudgingly. (MC's past can be revealed here since they need to learn what's the deal with Lucio's obsession of them at some point)

Around this point MC might realize the mark's fading, Muriel brushes it off.

Instead of Lucio, Devil comes and tells them about Lucio's plan to do the ritual again. They go back to Vesuvia to warn people

Masquerade happens, people remember Muriel, Nadia or MC or someone give people an ultimatum. But oh no it was a TRAP all along, Devil told them of the ritual to get them right where he wanted. Lucio gets in MC's body, Asra sends them to the Arcana realm, same story as main 3.

MC forgets Muriel on the Arcana realm but through the power of love and maybe some guidance from the Hermit they go "oh no i forgot my boy". They return to find him in the Coliseum. What?! He was the Scourge?! Who could've thought. (this reveal wouldn't affect MC's opinion at this point since they already know he's a cinnamon roll)

This time Lucio's blackmailing him with MC's body. He says he needs hearts to make himself a new one and if Muriel grabs some for him MC can get their body back.

Story diverges to Upright/Reversed

Upright, if MC encouraged him to take it easy, but take it: MC snatches the body of someone he's suppose to fight to change his mind, he decides not to do it and instead go with defeating Lucio on the Arcana realm plan(curtesy of their friends). So here we can have a romantic scene like in Nadia's route where his chains are broken in the Arena.

They fuck around in the Arcana realm facing their fears and stuff, they bond, defeat Lucio, petrify the Devil etc. I like to think Muriel finds the forest spirit here, too, and maybe manages to heal it or learns that it's damaged but with enough time and care it will regrow. (a metaphor? in my arcana game? its more likely than you think)

Morga is charged for war crimes by the Kokhuri, the Coliseum is demolished and the love birds travel around doing their thing.

Reversed, if MC encouraged him to be strong and uncaring: MC fails to convince him and he decides to go through with Lucio's plan. He kills Morga and some more important spirits and fucks up the world. Which turns out to be a bogus plan anyways, Lucio only needed the hearts to settle his deal and Muriel kills him, too (I am untethered, and my rage knows no bounds!)

Without a body MC is stuck in the other realm so Muriel and them retreat to the magic dimension, defeat the Devil and live the rest of their days.

There might also be a 50 first dates situation going on inwhich they get stuck in a loop where MC constantly meets and falls in love with Muriel only to forget him in a couple of (magic realm)days.

idk man this aint my job im just spitballing here, im writing this long ass thing so ill look like im working

#personal #muriel

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