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writesick-lover · 5 months

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Just One Date

Finnick x reader!

A/N: I honestly REALLY like this prompt and felt like it could work for Finnick! It's a bit too sudden, but I think that's kind of the charm of this whole idea, sudden, unexcpected but exciting ;) I might make a part two cause I think I built too good of a background for reader (at least in my mind) so please let me know how you like it!

Warning: a bit of swearing and mention of killing if you squint

Prompt: “I need just one date.”

“You think you can woo me with just one date?”

“Absolutely.”

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It has been years since the perfectly arranged hell for Finnick Odair had started. But who would have thought about it? That the Capitol's sweetheart, the youngest victor who stole thousands of hearts across the whole country, now suffered in the wealthiest part of Panem? Unimaginable. To be drowned in gold and washed in blessings, to wake up every day and have his plate filled with food and enough water to drink and bathe in, even for the whole day if he wanted but hate every single minute of it.

And though it was hard to grasp, that was Finnick Odair's case. Because Finnick dreaded every upcoming moment of his life since he was brought from his games as the victor, the survivor. The bloodthirsty drive to live, once warming his heart that followed him through each step in the arena, has now subsided, trapped by an iron fist of fear and desperation.

He could vaguely remember the first time those feelings had settled in, spreading through his veins like poison as he left his firts customer's bedroom, making him loathe every breath taken in and out by his body ever since. That's when he knew he would have thrown everything beautiful about his victorious survival just so he could live again. But that just wasn't the case for Finnick Odair, it simply wasn't his fate. And while his life was partially in his hands, he mostly felt like the blood of whatever part of himself he had killed was preventing him from moving on, from fighting. Maybe he grew tired of it. Maybe he thought he had enough of fighting for his whole lifetime.

He watched from afar, how fond the Capitol had become of District 12's star-crossed lovers, Katniss and Peeta. And for the first time ever since he was 16, something had awakened in him, a hope, that maybe this could be the end of his show. That maybe the citizens of Capitol had found someone else to watch and obsess about and he could finally be free. But that thing, that hope, was killed before it could even be aflame.

As he turned around from the glamorous couple, his eyes fell on the darkened blue ones, hidden like snakes in the snow made of white hair. The disgust, the abomination, the darkness screaming nothing but death brought Finnick to the harsh reality, once his gaze was met with Snow's. He was never getting out of this train. Not alive.

Until the spark inside him ignited again.

It was the meeting of the previous victors, one to which the new love-struck victors were not invited, yet they still happened to be the centre of its talks. Thankfully, the space was filled with only the comfort of people Finnick had known for a while and who had known him. There was a certain silent alliance the victors had built over the years. As he passed the familiar faces, sending polite smiles here and there, he caught a face that was very unfamiliar to him. You were new there, you have won only two years prior to Katniss and Peeta, the 72nd hunger games, which happened to be the opposite of the 74th year's sensation.

Finnick could remember meeting you in the Capitol, you're terrified tearfilled eyes meeting his, billions of questions behind them making his stomach turn there and then. But now you seemed just stiff, your guard high up. He would even go to the lenghts of saying you had an intimidating aura around you.

You could feel his stare burning your skin, so you turned around to face him, your mouth shaping into a genuine smile as soon as you saw him, your eyes sparkling in recognition. That's what he was talking about. All that pressuring shell fell right apart when you smiled or opened your mouth, earning you tons of sponsors back in your games. When you sent him your smile through your tears back then, Finnick could feel the butterflies rummaging through his guts. "Who are you staring at, Finnick Odair," Johanna's low voice beisde his ear made Finnick jump. "Johanna," he groaned, rolling his eyes as his right hand fell on his heart.

"The deceitful seemed to have caught you're eye, hm?" That was your nickname. The deceitful victor. Finnick remembered the talks once your games were over. You were called two-faced, a liar, and while some of the Capitol's people found this feature of yours absolutely unacceptable, others found it intruiging. After all it was thanks to your deceit, that you had won.

"They just seem rather... lost," he hummed, shrugging it off and turning to face Johanna fully. "Didn't expect you to come here,"

"Neither did I myself," she snapped back, looking behind her. "Blight dragged me here," Her piercing eyes slowly turned back, burning a hole in Finnick's face, the sole proof of the little affection the woman had towards him. "Charming. Make sure to say hi from me," Finnick grinned as Johanna scoffed, placing her hand on her hip and rolling her eyes dramatically. He could only nod, leaving the victor from the 7th District be as he made his way through the party again.

"They just did it right," one of the men in the group behind Finnick stated loudly, alcohol audible on his tongue by the volume of his voice. "Getting Capitol into their story, creating a perfect ballad except both of them survived to live the happily ever after," Finnick stopped in his tracks, the glass full of liquid spilling a bit on the grass under him, as he halted too quickly, not entirely sober either. He groaned as some of the drink got on his shoes but it didn't stop him from listening closely. "Do you get it? They are not harrassed by Snow or anyone, except the Capitol's undying obssession. They just continued to live in District 12, leaving as if nothing happened, as if they haven't just dismissed the whole history of the hunger games," a woman shrieked. Finnick smirked. Imagine leaving like nothing happened. That would be nice.

"That would be nice," another boy voiced the same thought. "To leave and spend your life with someone like that. They survive the games with you so you have someone to lean on, support, love, Capitol doesn't bother you that much, just to see what you already do naturally, it's-"

Freedom, was the word on Finnick's tongue. He didn't hear the rest of the sentence as it was drowned out by the sound of Finnick's blood flowing, his heart beating out of his chest as his eyes widened. Freedom, support, protection- no more abuse, no more hell, just peace. Finally, a bit of peace for Finnick Odair. His head spinned, his stomach turning from the sudden imagination, a certain heat spreading through his body, coming from his chest. The flame burned, burned in his eyes as he looked around, his eyes falling on you.

You were perfect. Capitol didn't have an exact opinion on you which was hurting your reputation as one of the victors. You could use some of those blessings Finnick was showered with daily. And he could use you. As his freedom.

His fast loud steps made you turn just before he stopped inches away from you, his feet rocking him back and forth for a while until he stabilised himself. You smirked as you thought about whether he was drunk, wanting to talk with you, but you were sure he had to be when his words hit your ears.

"Come on a date with me,"

You couldn't help but let out a loud snort, immediately clasping your hand over your mouth, the noise still audible. "What the fuck," your eyes landed back on his, the dark browns burning like two coals. "You're serious?" you stopped laughing, your eyes widening at him. "Yes," he nodded, falling silent again, waiting for your answer. "Why?" was another question that slipped out of your mind. You seemed to have caught him off guard, his right leg now tapping nervously. It was a good question. He didn't know himself, why, he just knew he was drunk enough to come up with such idea and sober enough to make it work. But he didn't think of you're answer taking so long. And you partially enjoyed it, finally seeing that confident Finnick Odair uneasy, his state suddenly depending on your answer. It made you wonder what was in it for him.

"Why not?" he finally spoke, voice raspy.

"Why yes?" you retorted back, making him roll his eyes. "We barely know each other, and correct me if I'm wrong, but this is actually about fifth time in our lives we even acknowledged each other,"

"So? Please, Y/n. I need just one date," he groaned, taking a step closer, you refusing to back away. It was always games, everywhere you went, the play never stopped.

"You think you can woo me with just one date?" you lifted your eyebrow in disbelief.

"Absolutely."

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>>part 2

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yandereunsolved · 1 month

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When You Fell From Heaven - ,, yandere JPM with an angel reader

cw(s): yandere themes, psychological torment, suggestive themes

☾ You were assigned your first case among the humans by the Archangel Michael himself! To say you were honored would be an understatement. You were just a simple guardian angel, leading mortals into the afterlife and protecting the ones that were under your care. You had never actually been on earth, given a vessel of your own, no less. It was a bit uncomfortable to fit all of your angelic divinity into a human body, but you would get used to it. With all the fiber in your being, you wanted to become a Power, a warrior of God against the demons. You are much more than just a simple guardian. This was the perfect way to prove it to those above you.

☾ The Cortez, a place filled with unimaginable agony and sin—they even had attracted a fairly powerful demon, the addiction demon, and a few lesser demons into their walls. You would have to start with the newer and weaker spirits first and then move on to the more troublesome ones. You plan on stripping their power spirit by spirit until they have nothing to feed off of. You'll take care of the addiction demon and then the dead owner, James Patrick March. It's much too troublesome that the demon has attached itself to James. You may have a bit of a problem with taking his soul to hell while exorcising the demon with your angelic abilities.

☾ The first time James saw you, he knew there was something off about you. He felt a shudder go up through his spine, and he felt fear for the first time in his afterlife. It was absolutely intoxicating to him. It was more pleasurable to him than the fear he gave to others. It was like he was discovering a brand new drug. You're like his own personal brand of heroine. He's tried them all, but the adrenaline from his own fear is the most addicting. So many thoughts ran through his head.

Who is this? A challenger? Another, better successor? Perhaps the 10 Commandment Killings weren't just his epilogue.

"It's time to start a new book, and you'll be the very first chapter, my dear."

☾ He has watched you since he noticed your presence. He just knew you were something extraordinary. The first time you set foot in the hotel, the addiction demon disappeared into the murky depths of another-dimensional pocket space. He was perplexed when he was unable to call it back. It refused to respond to his commands. Not even the lesser supernatural evils in the hotel would attack you when he commanded. They just all cowered in fear. When the addiction demon did come back, it seemed much more feral, territorial, and truly demonic. He regained control over it, but it was like holding back a dog with its hackles raised and teeth gnashing, ready to kill an intruder.

☾ Even more questions popped up in his mind when he noticed souls disappearing. He was hiding to investigate. He wasn't showing himself because he didn't want to be seen. Yet, you saw right through him. You seemed spooked—like a fawn that had wandered too far from its mother and got caught in the path of a starving wild cat. You disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he just stood there surprised, a little emboldened. This little thing is taking souls from his hotel. Challenge accepted.

"Oh, you little minx. Let's truly see which of us may be able to best the other."

☾ It was only after he saw you in the action of saving a soul did he realize who you were. That fear and excitement coursed through his veins once again. For the first time ever, he had a worthy prey. You were an angelic being sent by supposedly some man upstairs. His mission became to corrupt you and save his lifetime of work from being undone. After all, if he can corrupt an angel, can't he kill God?

☾ You were just so deliciously infuriating to fight with. It was impossible to go back and forth with you. You always refused his advances, his invitations to private dinners, and the sweet nothings he would try his best to whisper into your ear. Still, you were like a skittish animal. Every time he got too close, you would scamper off back to your room. You warded it against all dark beings. It was your only safe place in his hotel. He had to fix that. He had to make you crawl back to him and beg for his love. Yet, every time, you would simply whisper some words about saving him.

"James, this isn't the way. I forgive you. I can lead you into the light."

He almost believed you. He knew there was no saving an evil as great as him.

So he used the addiction demon to slowly break down your defenses. He needed to use it before it became completely feral due to its lack of food because of you. He promised it that he would allow it to feed off your corrupted energy once you finally fell from heaven.

☾ He pulls your strings just like a master puppeteer. He warns the ghosts of their antics. If they dare ask for your help, if they dare try and get saved, he will drag them to one of the torture chambers. They may be dead, but he still has a few tricks up his sleeve as to how to psychologically torment them. It leaves you isolated. Everyone in this hotel is your enemy or a soul to be saved, except the charming James. He so lovingly speaks to you about how it was only a matter of time until you gave in. Even when you exercise your power against him and make his soul quake in his presence, he can still feel his little hold over you growing. Day by day, he chips away at you with new psychologically haunting games. One day, you will fall. One day, you will fall and be his greatest trophy prey.

☾ At some point, the game of wanting to make you fall turned into a need. Sure, the addiction was there, but he just believed it was a demon or a momentary high. No, it's a high that never ends when he is around you. It's like your very existence breathes life into his deceased figure.

☾ He begins to fantasize about what you will look like when you fall and what he will do to you. He wants to hold you close and rip your rotting wings off of your angelic soul. He wants to preserve your wings and use the last bits of them or different things. He wants to stuff his pillows with your feathers so he can sleep with that last bit of your holiness at night. He wants to sharpen the bones from your wings and use them for his weapons. He could use them as spikes at the bottom of one of his chutes. He could use one to stir his tea. He could use two of your wing bones to make matching rings for the both of you. Wouldn't that just be so romantic?

☾ He invites you on a tour of his esteemed hotel. You decline. So he lures you out. He drags a living client in his hotel to the room in which you are occupying. He knocks on the door and holds a knife to the victim's neck.

"Shall we go on a tour, or should I go all by lonesome with my friend here to one of my torture chambers? Hmm?"

You obviously said yes. He was over the moon at that fact. He shows you every inch of the hotel with his same gentleman-like, suave demeanor. He allows you to enter the torture chambers and feel the desperation of the spirits within. He shows you the chutes and what leads to the acid pits, so you see where so many have met their end. He grabs your hand and drags it against the walls so you can feel the souls trapped in them. Every crevice in that place you have seen. It will be your home for the rest of eternity. So he wants you to know it well.

☾ He even shows you his room. That's the last place on the tour. He locks you in his room and speaks of his master plan—not the details but the overview. You are unable to escape because the walls are lined with angel wards, making your powers essentially useless. He speaks of what he will do to you when you fall. The torture and pain he will inflict. He speaks of how the addiction demon taught him all of this. He tells you how he knows all of your secrets. How he has learned about all of your abilities from the dark forces below.

He goes into fine details about the love you both will make together. The days you will spend in his bed mere seconds after your angelic aura is tainted. He speaks of how it will be good for, good for your recovery.

"Yes, darling! I do have a special plan for the both of us. That night will be the greatest. I promise to make the sweetest love to you, better than any other. For you have never even been touched by a man, have you? I doubt angels are even allowed to explore themselves. What a pity... but don't worry. I'll show you the ropes, even if you may be a little tied up."

☾ He refuses to leave you alone after he learns of the angels way. He becomes ever more persistent in his acts to entice you into his sinful ways of living. He'll show you how freeing it can feel to just give into the darkness and embrace it. He'll lose articles of clothing by 'accident' and ask you to help look for them. He'll speak of different poisons and different torture methods and how you could use those to get back at the so-called 'divine beings' that have kept you as a measly guardian for so long. He teases you about how great of a lover he would be. About how he could help you take over heaven.

"Hmm, yes. You could become greater than Lucifer himself, dear! We could take over heaven... together."

☾ You either win against the evils within this hotel or fall. Your powers weaken each day as the addiction demon relentlessly attacks you, and James learns more of your kind. It is a race against time itself to see who will come out on top. It truly comes down to you. How devoted are you to the heavens? Is your dedication to becoming a warrior of God greater than your need for a man so singularly devoted to you and only you?

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mingos · 1 month

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「 h.c. 」ー the one about rosinante

　　　　hot take(?): doflamingo loved rosinante a lot.

　one of the few people he would have the emotional capacity to and his worldview would allow him to love, actually.

('but he was planning to sacrifice himー' we will get to that. look, it's complicated.)

to explain what i mean by that (and to prevent this post from being too long) i want to first invite anybody who hasn't seen this headcanon to give it a quick look. here, i talk in more detail about what i mean when i say doflamingo 'loves' somebody & what his limitations are as a neurodivergent person with a narrower emotional range. i actually wrote that in preparation for eventually writing this, so it's important context.

specifically, in regards to that post, i want to talk about his capacity for empathy and how he really just... doesn't have a lot of it. maybe i'll write a separate post about his cognitive empathy (using logic to determine how someone feels) threshold vs. his emotional empathy (the ability to resonate with someone's emotions and feel what they feel) threshold because it's complicated, and nuanced, and all that junkーbut that's a deep dive for another day. right now let's just talk his emotional empathy.

　basically, his love functions differently because his empathy (a pretty key component in loving somebody) functions differently. for most people, he 'loves' in the sense he attaches himself to you because you make him feel good & feed his ego, and he wants to keep you around as a result. he recognizes that, in order to do this, he needs to provide you with things in exchange: protection, money, opportunities, etc. but he cannot connect with you on an emotional level, or at least not where it matters: empathizing with you.

　　that's for most people, though; there are some rare exceptions, and even then it's still a bit... off.

he 'empathizes' best with not just people who have experienced the same things as him, but who experienced the same thing with him. ('empathizes' in quotes because, even then, it's more him projecting how the event made him feel onto a person rather than actually knowing how they feel and it just so happens that sometimes those feelings can overlap sometimes but, eh, he's trying his best...).

he lived in garbage dumps with his four executives, he built his pirate crew up from scratch over 25-30 years, and, uh... y'knowーspent two years suffering poverty & unimaginable abuse side-by-side with his little brother. it's a circumstance that allows him to speak in detail, and commiserate, and genuinely come the closet to caring about someone's feelings that his extremely finicky brain will allow.

　but with rosinante specifically, doflamingo's capacity goes even deeper. because he, most likely, was not only the first person he developed a bond with as his brother, but he inherently places a higher social value on him because he's a celestial dragon. so, in a world of humans (people he declares himself as being socially, morally & maybe even genetically superior to) rosinante is the closest person he has to an equal, and that counts for something.

it counts for a lot, actually. it allowed rosinante to get away with a lot:

leaving for 14 years

coming back inexplicably

the frequent accidents

letting him just leave again for another 6 months & also take law

being seen as generally incompetent when doflamingo values people so long as they're useful

we also don't know the extent of how much rosinante masked his caring & compassionate side during his undercover mission before breaking away with law, but i have to assume doflamingo at the very least knew and, despite hating that side of him, overlooked it and allowed him to stay close.

i also genuinely believe vergo when he says doflamingo didn't suspect him and he accepted rosinante back with completely open arms & no strings attached. for my own portrayal of doffy, i've toyed with the idea of him being secretly a little bitter about being 'abandoned' because he's got some issues with that which may or may not have made the decision to sacrifice his brother easierーbut canonically it's probably a bit more cut & dry.

sacrificing him with the op op fruit was never the original plan. he didn't give rosinante the directive to eat it because he wanted to get rid of him for the last 4 yearsーhe wanted to sacrifice him because he was disobedient.

more than that, he wanted to sacrifice him in this specific way because it was a test to reconfirm his loyalty one last time. at the cost of his life, yes (though, all of his 'family' members are held to the same standard) but he gave rosinante something he didn't give his father or anybody else that betrayed him: an option of how he'd like to die.

'you can keep running if you want, prove to me right now you're a traitor, and i'll come & kill you myself. or you can come home & show me you're still my loyal little brother by giving your life to me. i'm giving you a choice.'

rosinante decided to run, and i have to imagine that broke doflamingo's heart a little. or, whatever what was left of it

#‘ 007. ’ (headcanons)#also as an aside: did doffy not know medical knowledge was a requirement?#or was he planning on keeping rosi in a locked room & forcing him to learn how to do surgery for a few years?#real talk though: the real indicator with how much he trusted rosi was wanting a man who routinely set himself on fire to do his surgery

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bootlegpancake · 4 months

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Hugs N' Horses

The aftermath of P learning he is going to become a father.

A short drabble from P's point of view. Spoiler warning for Lies of P.

Category: Family, Romance, Angst

As far as P remembered, his life has been anything but ordinary. Waking up to the destruction of Krat, dying at least twice in every three hours, and experiencing other unimaginable horrors have become a typical Monday for him. Getting traumatized was his breakfast and facing the impending doom was like going to work.

Ever since he got violently thrown into the present timeline, he had been fighting different skirmishes. These challenges P found to be much more complicated and difficult to overcome.

He couldn't just stab people he deemed evil. He no longer had his Legion Arm to break doors, a painful lesson he learned when he tried to punch open a wooden door and ended up cracking his knuckles and injuring his wrist instead.

No longer he had to be the extreme people pelaser. He now had friends who genuinely cared about him and not just asked for favors. He somehow managed to be in a relationship, a feat that surprised him the most.

It took him almost two years, and in his opinion, he managed to settle in just fine and he was grateful for all the blessings he received. He still has a lot of things to learn and get used to, but he adjusted to this world the best he could. He thought nothing major could happen now that he has not faced before. He was prepared for anything.

Or so he thought.

When he learned that his girlfriend was pregnant with his child, he felt so many emotions and thoughts whirling inside him that he thought he was going to black out. The wave of emotions he recognized first were high levels of happiness. He hugged his girlfriend as close to him as he could and whispered his genuine astonishment of them finally starting their own family. He was already very eager to meet his child and he could barely contain himself to not start jumping up and down in joy.

He let out a content sigh and buried his face into the crook of his girlfriend's neck. A family. He was going to be a father. A concept that was very foreign to claim for himself, but definitely not unwelcome. The second wave of emotions he felt, was of anxiety. Is he prepared? Will they be okay? Will his child love him or will he mess up and his child will end up resenting him?

During the trip back home, he kept fantasizing about the possible future scenarios that would come by. Throwing a barbecue party with his family, him frying hamburgers on the grill, and talking to his neighbor while his and the neighbors kids are running around.

Did... did he want that? He would rather supervise his child playing rather than talk to the neighbor whom he doesn't even know much about. The moment he had that scene in his head, he immediately remembered the movie Pet Semetary where the poor little baby's life ended tragically early. He shivered and discarded that thought. He won't invite the neighbors. He risks burning the hamburgers but he won't let his child play unsupervised.

The next scene he had in mind was with Ria, who is standing by the stove cooking, and him, running outside in the backyard playing football with his son or playing dress up Barbie with his daughter and-

Wait, football? He doesn't like football!

He blinked rapidly as he realized he was just conjuring up a scenario of his possible future based on one of the films he saw on tv on a random night. Wait, is this a dad thing? Does he have to always play in the backyard with his child? Does he need to organize barbecue events? Did he play football when he was-

"Our lives are going to change a lot, huh?" Ria quietly disengaged his train of thoughts. He broke his staring contest with the glove compartment and instead looked at her. She had a serene thoughtful look on her face.

"Yeah." He agreed just as quietly, with a smile on his face, "I will have to learn to love football."

"What?"

"And we'll have to buy a grill set for barbecue."

"Wha- why-?"

"And buy Barbie dolls, just in case."

"Okay, first things first-" she slowed the car down and made sure it was okay to tear her gaze off the road before she looked at P, bewildered, "Why do you need to learn to love football?"

"It's a dad responsibility." He answered innocently. "Isn't a dad supposed to play football with his son?"

"Where on Earth did you get that idea?"

"From those movies I watched on TV."

She snorted a laugh and indicated a left turn, "Sweetie, that's just a movie, that doesn't really reflect reality. Besides, what if we have a girl?"

"Then we'll play with her Barbies." He said immediately.

"Yeah, that's also something that doesn't sound right. Not every little girl is into Barbie dolls. I used to be into Transformers and Beyblade." She chuckled.

"But then why do a lot of movies show us activities like this?"

She switched lanes again, "It's a generic idea to just mimic how our parents raised us, and you watched older movies, where these activities were very common. Dads playing football with their sons and having barbecues in the backyard were very common father-son bonding activities back then. How much do you remember about your father? Do you have memories of you two doing some father-son bonding?"

P thought back to how his father interacted with him back in his timeline and frowned.

"My father always told me that I am very precious to him."

"Oh, sweetie, that's very-"

"He also upgraded my ergo-fueled heart regularly with quartz, so I could fulfil the tasks he gave me."

P didn't pay much attention to it, but his mind faintly registered that Gloria slowly parked the car and turned all her attention to him.

"And then sent me to die thousands of times, never once saying a thank you or giving me affection. The most I got was a pat on the shoulder."

There was a pregnant pause in their conversation. P was facing his girlfriend but kept his gaze on the steering wheel, while the brunette woman was looking at him intently. After a little while, she broke the silence.

"I am terribly sorry you had to experience that. I wish you had better memories with your father." She softly held his left hand in her own and that broke his stupor and looked into her brown eyes. "We can't change what happened to you but what we can do, is shape our own family in the way we want to."

He gently squeezed her hand, "I want to hug my son or daughter all the time. I don't want them anywhere near danger." His gaze once again landed on the steering wheel as his mind whirred, "I want to be there for them. I want to be there for you." He felt a sting in his eyes, and he felt his nose getting a bit runny. His voice was also shaking as he continued, "I know what it's like to keep yearning for attention and only receive breadcrumbs. I don't want that any of my children to ever feel that." He barely registered that Gloria unbuckled her seatbelt and embraced him, his face was now buried in the crook of her neck. He embraced her back tightly and as he spoke again, his voice was slightly muffled by her shoulders and his tears were running freely from his eyes.

"I am so scared of failing you and our child in any way."

Gloria smiled warmly and nuzzled her face against his head, "You won't fail us, sweetie. We might have hiccups on the way, but we're here for each other." She gently ran her fingers through his silky hair, "Figures you're nervous about being a bad dad and you're already a better one than your own. I couldn't have wished for a better man to start a family with."

He felt a warmth in his chest and his lips formed a fond smile and he hugged her tighter,

"Thank you, Ria. And I feel incredibly blessed and grateful to have you in my life."

"We'll just have to learn as we go." She gave him a reassuring smile and wiped his tears with her thumbs, "We'll do what will feel right to us and our little one."

The former puppet's eyes gleamed as he responded, "I like that plan."

She gave him an affirmative hum and a small peck on his lips, which he reciprocated happily. His mood now significantly much lighter, he cradled her face in his hands and continued an earlier train of thought,

"I know we don't know anything about our little one yet, but can we still buy a football and a Barbie doll just in case?"

"You just want to play Barbie dress up, don't you?"

"No, not really."

"You're already human, Pino, you don't have to lie to me."

He sighed, giving in.

"... I really like that pony from the Hugs n' Horses set."

That made the brunette laugh out loud and kiss her raven haired partner on the lips. Still giggling, she brushed her nose against his.

"Well, who am I to say neigh to my beloved partner?"

"Oh my god."

"I am just saying. When it comes to you, I don't horse around."

"Darling, that was terrible. Even by my standards."

"Well, get off your high horse then, sir."

"Ria, stop hogging away my bad pun and dad joke privileges."

"Well then, you just have to bear with me, or get out of the car and hoof it."

The former puppet sighed and buried his face in his hands.

Later that week, P found the Hugs N' Horses box set with a cute pink bow on it on the breakfast table.

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Counterparts: Morpheus x OC chapter 11

Prologue Chapter 1 : sometimes reality sucks Chapter 2 :Welcome back to reality Chapter 3: A rough nightmare Chapter 4 : crumbling Chapter 5: Falling to pieces Chapter 6: Reunited Chapter 7: Remedies Chapter 8 : The Fates Chapter 9 : On the verge Chapter 10: Opposing sides

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Chapter 11

Hell is a place you believe in

Here we are. Standing on a hill in an empty and depressing place like Hell is. Being as old as I am (do not forget I am a reality) I can clearly recall how much the names of this place has changed throughout the history. Avernus. Tartarus. Hades. Funny how people can be attached to terminology.

“So Hell does exist” Matthew turns around a bit nervous, judging by his behavior. I do not blame him. If it wasn’t for the fact that I’ve been here once before I would probably freak out too. And even despite that I was feeling uneasy. After all Hell exists out of reality.

“It does. For some.” Morpheus explains vaguely. Talkative as always and it leaves Matthew with more questions than answers.

“Does that mean it doesn’t exist if you don’t believe in it?”

“Did you believe in it? When you were a man?” I ask trying to capture his attention and ease my nerves by focusing on the conversation.

“Yeah. I just didn’t expect it to be cold.” He ruffles his feathers.

“ Tell me more” – I crossed my arms in search for some warmth – you got your plumage, Dream has his coat and I’m just in a T-shirt. But it wasn’t always this freezing here. “I suppose the bills are killing even the Lucifer himself” – I try to joke to cover up my evident fright.

“Kayleen” Morpheus eyes me with serious look in his eyes. “Hold your tongue”

“Sorry” I mutter looking down playing with my fingers. I know. I’m sorry. I won’t be doing this here again. Believe it or not, I do want to help you.

I know – he mutters looking down. I can tell he’s scared too, but since he knows Lucifer longer and well.. better he also knows better how to hide it.

“What do you mean it wasn’t always? Have you been here before.”

“Yes. Once. It is truly surprising how many beings you can piss off just by doing your job…”

“What did you do exactly.” Matthew insists.

“Let’s just say that being part human and part a supernatural being who has way to much knowledge and skills may or may not get the attention of ruler of Hell. And not in a good context.”

Flashback. 9.000 years ago

I did “unimaginable” thing. I talked to the First People about their beliefs. I listened and explained how what we see and what is real differs from what we imagine and what functions only as a fragment of our inner self. Like Heaven And Hell obviously. Apparently, my teaching caused some of the members of the tribe to stop fearing the former and therefore the Devil lost a couple of souls. Is it necessary to say that she didn’t like it. In result I was summoned to her realm for a little chat. As innocent as that sounds, it was not and truly I was fearing the day to come. I was even considering asking one of the Endless, preferably Death to come with me, but the “invitation” was just for me and I did not intend to get myself in any more trouble. Dealing with Lucifer would be so much different than getting in Fates’ way.

“You are nervous” Morpheus said as he visited me before my departure

“Really? You don’t say. I’m about to go the Hell. Literally. I have no idea what will happen and if I something shall happen to me….”

“Nothing will happen.”

“How can you be so sure? You are well familiar with Morningstar, given your history and the fact that you ….”

“Don’t you dare finishing that sentence.”

“ Fine. I’m going. It’s time.”

“Reality.”

“Yes, Dream?”

“Be careful. And perhaps you should hold your tongue for the time being.” He took a step closer, reducing the distance between us and almost touching my hand “I wish for you to return.” He leaned closer opening his mouth like he was trying to do something more but stopped “The Waking would suffer without you” he turned around abruptly.

“Right. Thank you, Dream. I suppose I see in the Dreaming upon my reappearance.”

Crossing the realm was a menace, but I suppose I might have already mentioned that. However, getting through to Hell came along with a burning sensation and losing all hope. It was like in Greek myths, lose all hope you who enter here. How true that sentence was. If it wasn’t for my little magic trick that bounded me to real world I would already be a depressed mess. Standing by the gates of hell I noticed one of the demon approaching.

“Who are you, human? What do you seek here?”

“You lack information, demon. I am the Reality. I was summoned by your Ruler. Shall you keep me here….”

Without any further questions he opened the door and lead the way to the palace .Quite short and moderately easy which was a clear sing for me that Lucifer was anticipating me eagerly. I wished it wasn’t at least a bit longer.

“Kayleen. Reality.” Lucifer’s soft voice echoed through the chamber.

“Lucifer Morningstar. I believe you called for me.”

“Indeed. You and I my dear have an important matter to discuss, don’t we?” The flames shoot up and I shivered as the Ruler of Hell circled me like a predator. I believe I was his prey. “You have been messing with people’s head and that I do not like”

“How was I messing with them, Lucifer? By simply talking”

Oh, my dear. You know well enough how powerful words can be. They shape reality, don’t they. Words are stories and stories are what keeps the world going…”

I was silent but my breathing fastened a bit. Almost unnoticeably, but of course Lucifer saw that and smiled widely, innocently by all appearances.

“Shall I show you what words can do? Do you wish to see or experience their power?”

“I don’t think that indispensable.”

��And yet, you dare defying me”

“You sound like someone else I know, Morningstar.”

“Dream, I suppose. Yes. I recall his last action when someone decided to stand against him. Perchance I should follow his example. Keep you here. Maybe then you will learn something. And you would not be able to get my way. How does that feel?” she put a hand on my shoulder from behind and I felt all the pain of tortured soul, the power of Hell fire and the emptiness of everyone kept here which made me double over. “No. I don’t think so. This would be to easy, Reality. I think of something better. I shall give you an eternal warning. Everytime you decide to cross me you shall feel the fire, the burn, the despair. I shall mark you” she grabbed my hand, gently caressing it with her thumb. In any other circumstances it would seem innocent and affectionate but not here and not now. A second later Lucifer pushed her index finger into my palm and I was left with a scar in the shape of flame. Pulsating, hurting reaching right to my core “Now. Remember that next time you try to talk to people, Kayleen. For your own safety, however, I hope this won’t ever happen.”

“You know, your Majesty. The heat never bothered me anyway. It’s cold I can’t quite stand. Maybe what you did is a gift instead of a curse” I eyed her gathering all my strength.

“We shall see about that” she spat a bit angered “Farewell, Kayleen. Give my best regards to Dream.”

End of flashback

“Which way do we go then?” Matthew stopped his questioning and I was really glad of that.

“I suggest we follow the damned” Dream looked down and as we followed his gaze we saw the souls walking the line straight to the gates of Hell.

“They make you bring your own fire to Hell?”

“I suppose a lot of things has changed here” I muttered. My scar was now starting to pulsate and I could not understand why. After all I did not interfere with Lucifer matters. At least not yet. I quickly hid my hand in the pocket of the pants so neither Matthew nor Morphues would notice it’s redness and puffiness. Not that Dream cared. He was too consumed by his purpose of retrieving the helm. Or at least so I thought, but when I took a step to truly follow the souls he stopped me by grabbing my arm. I turned around and looked at him surprised.

“What?”

“How is your scar?”

“Burning. But I did not expect anything else.”

“Kayleen.”

“What?!”

“You may need your link now.” Right. I almost forgot. Good thing he… cared?

“What link?” Matthew started turning his head, looking between me and Dream.

“It’s just a little trick, Matthew. Something to keep me grounded in reality. Like we said, Hell is based on belief, not the true environment and this can … be tricky. Especially for me. So this ....” I raised my hand and a white aura surrounded it “is just a precaution to help me keep my head up. Not really strong, but still helpful.”

“Can I have that too?”

“I don’t know. I think since you are the Raven of the Dream that is enough of protection for you, but I can try if you wish….”

“No.” Dream’s word made us both look at him. “You shall use your powers just to yourself. Disintegrating your strength would do no good. I shall keep Matthew on my watch. You as well. Now, come. “ He moved forward leaving us no choice but to follow. Despite my better judgement I motioned Matthew to sit on my shoulder and pass some of my magic to him. Just a speck for safety. It was not like I could do much more. In silence we reached the gate where the damned disappeared and both Dream and I stopped instantly, standing close enough so that our hands were almost touching. I don’t know which one was seeking more support from the other, but sure as Hell we both needed it.

“This is it” – I whisper to Matthew when we reach the metal gate, behind which the damned disappear.

“We’re not sneaking in with them?”

“We can’t do that. Neither Dream nor me. I’m still partially human and this may get me killed and Morpheus….”

“A monarch of another realm cannot enter uninvited – he speaks – there are rules. Protocols that must be followed. And the same goes for you, Reality. It has nothing to do with you being human.”

“I am not a monarch ….. “– I protest, but as usual he doesn’t care. Taking a step forward he spots some sort of drum, but there’s no stick to it.

„How….?”

“Shh, Matthew, not a word. He knows what to do, just observe.”

Suddenly, the figure that initially seemed to be carved into the wall move toward Dream, handing him necessary accessory. Without hesitation Morpheus bangs into the drum announcing our arrival.

“And now, the Hell breaks loose, Matthew” – I sigh before I bite my tongue. I move forward but Dream stops me right behind me, shielding me from what may be coming from the inside. I suppose it’s going to be some sort of demon, because what else can you expect. I look at him and nod my head trying to assure him that we can do this, but he doesn’t seem to care about my reassurance. Fine, then, I’ll keep my support quiet.

“There’s one at door ….“ a familiar voice comes from the other side of the entrance. Squatterbloat – I think – the keeper of the gates. If we were in another place I would even joke that he’s my counterparts in this role but given the circumstances it’s not funny at all. The demons stops for a second, wrinkling his nose.

“There’s two at the door” he smiles wickedly “a nightmare and something worse. What do they want? There’s two at the door, seems like some loss.”

“Greetings Squatterbloat” Morpheus speaks with all the confidence he can get. “I seek an audience with your sovereign.”

“And who might you be?”

“I am the King of Dreams. The ruler of the nightmare realm.”

“And the girl?” Squatterbloat smirked pityingly.

“I am…”

“She’s with me. And that is all you shall know.” He stated. Wow, such protectiveness is something new to him.

“Yes my clown. So where is your crown? “

“Guard your tongue, demon. The ruler of Hell will not be kind to those who insult an honored guest. And I am a guest in this realm as I am monarch of my own.”

“Where’s your ruby then?” Morpheus’s face stiffened but he did not let it show taking a step forward and speaking with his deepest, darkest voice.

“Shall I use it to haunt your dreams? And your waking hours too? Or will you open the gates of Hell and let us through?”

The demon took just a single look at him with all his darkness. Then at me with my glowing hands and eyes expressing that I won’t let go. I guess it made him a bit scared of what we are actually capable of since he unlocked the gates and motioned us inside.

“Now, take us to the palace” Morpheus said following close behind him, not turning around to see if I’m doing so too. Ok, so he is back to his old self, focused solely on the mission and forgetting everything else. It’s my sign to just watch myself since now. Morpheus is for sure in his tunnel vision.

The demon was guiding us through some unknown path, if you can even call it like that. There were bones on the ground and as much as I hated it the view made me feel like vomiting. This visit was nothing like my last. 9.000 years ago I was showed straight to the palace without any detours. I suppose this time Lucifer was trying to show us how powerful she is and who is truly in control of this place and situation. The fog surrounding the entire place, the gloom and lack of orientation was really messing with my head so I did my best not to let Dream out of my sight. Obviously, it was only because I was watching for myself. And perhaps Matthew. It has nothing to do with me being afraid how Dream being himself may act.

“any idea where are we?” Matthew cawed from my arm. He refused to take even a step on the ground and honestly I was glad of his warming presence on my shoulder.

“The landscape is subject to the whim of the Morningstar.”

“The morning star? We have to spend the night in this literally godforsaken…” the Raven was oblivious to whom Morpheus were referring to.

“Lucifer Morningstar” Dream and I said in unison and locked our eyes. He was scared.

“As in the Devil?”

“The ruler of hell is no mere Devil.”

So you two know each other? And do you know him too Kay?”

“We’ve known each other for a very long time.” Morpheus started to explain “When we first met Lucifer was the angel Samael.”

“I forgot the devil used to be an angel.”

“Yes. But not just any angel The most beautiful, wisest and most powerful of all angels” I continued “I did not really get the chance to know her in that form, but we have met. First time, it was not even in Hell.”

“Then where?”

“Night club in Los Angeles. Guess someone were bored at the time. Anyway, it’s a long story, hopefully for some better time. I will tell it to you then. For now, we need to focus, since….

“…..since Saving the creator, Lucifer is perhaps the most powerful being there is. “ Morpheus interrupted me and I nodded my head in agreement.

“More powerful than any of you?”

“ I do not have any meaning in this comparison, Matthew, believe me” I shrugged

“By far. Especially now.”

“Why now?”

“Last time I was here I was an honored guest. An envoy from my own kingdom. This time I have invited myself, and I lack my symbols of office.”

“But you’re are still Dream of the Endless right? You got your sand.”

“This may not be….” I stopped looking straight ahead as well as the Dream.

“What’s wrong Kay? Boss?”

“Squatterbloat. He’s gone.”

“Is it just me or did the fog just become thicker? I shuddered.

“All right, don’t panic. I’m just gonna fly up and see where we are” he took off the ground.

“Um, Matthew….” I pointed towards the trees and he immediately gave up on his plan.

“Nope. Nope. Not doing that.”

If we needed another reminded we were in hell here it was. The beings that once before were humans were now coadunated with the trees. Their twisted limbs following the branches, their corpses serving as trunks. Their groans and pained expression were rubbing off on me making me gasp in pain and causing my scar to pulsate again. I nearly collapsed behind Dream who didn’t even notice that, too focused on finding the path, even though he knew it was impossible unless the ruler of the Hell decided to grant the passage through.

“This way. “Squatterbloat appeared again grinning ominously. He was surely instructed by Lucifer on everything he was doing. Or at least I believed so when he guided us up, making us climb in circle on extremely high and steep eminence. On my right there was an abyss, dark and ironically endless. I forced myself to look ahead instead of down since it made me dizzy and weak. Dream must have felt my emotions since he turned around and grabbed my hand. Highly unlikely behavior but I did not complain since this gesture made me more steady. After all I was not alone here. And neither was he. Maybe he was in need of some comfort too.

“Does this seem like the way to the palace for you?” unlike me and Dream Matthew was not so good at hiding his fear and concern. This Raven had a lot to learn if he were to serve Dream.

“A demon has a hundred motives for what he does. All of them malevolent.” Dream Lord squeezed my hand “ Demon. This is not the way.”

“Something is not right here.” I mumbled as Squatterbloat smirked and kept on moving without a word “Maybe I should try to …..”

“Kai’ckul?“ before I could finish my proposition of trying to get into demon’s head a women voice came from the left. It seemed like it was some sort of prison for the souls. Tightly closed, some sort of window barred with twisted branches and thorns. I knew this voice and so did Morpheus. And it was not a good sign. We both stopped, our feet rooted to the spot. I risked a glance at his face but his mind was already elsewhere. Head full of memories. “ Dream Lord?” a face of a beautiful, young women appeared behind the crate “ It is you”.

“I greet you, Nada.“

That women’s eyes were fixed solely on Dream who, in her eyes had quite different attire. The one she knew him thousands years ago when they first met. She had a mix of sadness, relief and unbelief on her face, not sure if what she saw was true. I was glad she only had eyes for Morpheus. We were not exactly friends back in the time. She was rather ….possessive and me being around Dream was something she could never accept. As much as I pitied the situation she was in I could not forget her jealousy and cruelty. I took a step back, almost tripping just observing. It was not my show to participate in. Honestly, I felt a bit awkward being a witness to what was happening.

“Kay…” Matthew whispered into my ear, once again not knowing who was she and why Dream became tense.

“Shh. Later, Matthew. Later.”

“Kai’ckul. How I’ve prayed for this day” Nada spoke nearly crying “I knew you would come”

“It paints me to see you like this.”

“Then free me lord. Only your forgiveness can free me. Do you not still love me?”

“It has been 10.000 years Nada.” The woman looked down, tears flowing down her cheeks as she took his answer as a no. “Yes, I still love you.” What? Now her whole face just lightened up, her eyes opened wide, she was trying to form a question but was not able to. Why does those words that made her so happy caused me pain? Did he really still love her? I mean, not that I cared but… it’s been so long…..

You are a bad person, Kayleen. How could you even act like this? This poor woman ended up here because of you. You caused her jealousy and her actions towards dream lord. You are a reason of her pain. I heard a little voice inside my head. It was not mine and I instantly knew the Hell was playing tricks on me now. Guilt and self-torment was the worst kind of suffer and Lucifer knew how to mess with me. My hand was burning and glowing, but luckily no one noticed my struggle. There were more important matters.

“But I have not yet forgiven you. Come Matthew, Kayleen.” Morpheus finished this little exchange of words and that made Nada’s emotions take control of her

“It’s you!” she spat as her eyes landed on me “it’s always you. Why is Reality so cruel on me? He brushed me off and sent me here because of you! But I’m the one on his mind. He will never be with you. You will never get what you want you hear me, Reality?!”

“Nada! This place is making you lose your mind, can’t you see?” I spit “It was never, never about me. He does not care about me that way!” Dream looked at me surprised and with pained expression and at this point I did not know whether it was because I was having an argument with his imprisoned former lover, his emotions and love for her or my words that he didn’t care. “Calm down!”

“Come Kayleen or I shall leave you here alone” Morpheus commanding voice made me move but as we walked away we were chased by Nada’s screams.

“Kai’ckul I will not give up hope. I will never give up!”

Upon that little encounter all came running back. Nada’s and Morpheus history. Their love. Tragic love may I add. It was like a reminder to both him and me that his romantic interest always ended up in suffering. He would never be happy and I would have to watch him suffer and feel that pain as a Reality. Dream was marching on a few steps ahead of me, his posture unnaturally stiff and straight, face blank.

“So, Kay, that woman back there…..” Matthew cawed

“Not my story to tell Matthew. If you want to know ask Dream, not me.”

“But….”

“Just do it. He won’t hurt you because of asking, all right. But if you scared….”

“Hey, boss?”

“Her name was Nada.” Of course he heard what we were talking about behind his back “She was the ruler of the tribe that call themselves the First People. We were in love.” How hard is must have been for him to say it out loud.

“So what did she do? How did she end up here?”

“She defied me.“ not a single change in Dream’s voice was like an indicator that he truly did not forget her disobedience.

“Wait. You put her here?” The Raven’s eyed widened in terror of what Dream was capable of.

“The Morningstar is letting me know that the Hell has prepared for our visit” he cleverly eluded the answer. Matthew looked at me but I just shook my head.

“this is what you get when you mess with his ego” I whispered and since I was looking at my feet instead of ahead I bumped into Morpheus’s back. He was quick to grab me before I felt and given everything that just happened his touch just felt wrong.

“Why are we stopping?“

“We’re here.” I whispered noticing the palace in the distance. The only thing left to do was to cross the bridge and get through the gates. Easy, right? The last phase of our journey was the one we were supposed to go through by ourselves, without the demon guard. If it wasn’t so gloomy and dark I would think we were crossing the bridge of the Dreaming. That and the blood that flooded the bridge as we knocked on the gates. Matthew was lucky. He used his wings to avoid getting drenched but me, in my simple t-shirt felt the coldness and ominous of this place. We passed the gate and as it closed behind us, that little bit of light and hope that was still lingering in me was gone forcing me to put all of the inside strength in my spell causing my hands to glow a bit stronger in the murk. Thankfully it was only a few steps left to enter Lucifer’s ceremonial chamber. The ruler of hell was standing on the edge of it, back facing us, black wings furled. Calm and gentle by the look of it, but we both knew that was not the truth.

“Hello” she spoke gently, turning around to face us now coming closer, and raising her hand to make the fire in the fireplace grow bigger. “ Hello Dream. Hello, Reality.” I just bowed my head slightly.

“Greetings, to you Lucifer Morningstar. And to you Mazikeen of the Lilim.” He addressed the demon standing in the shadows.

“Greetings, Dream Lord. Reality.”

“You look well Dream. Are you well?. And your family? Destiny, Death, Despair and the others?

“I presume the Ruler of Hell knows this is no social call”

“Have you come to join forces then? To ally your realm to ours? To acknowledge the sovereignty of Hell?” Lucifer smiled angel-like at the very thought. Oh, I bet she would love if that were to happen.

“You know my feelings on that Lightbringer.”

“Feelings change. Especially when one has been caught and imprisoned by mortals. We expected better of you sweet Morpheus. “ Dream was a second before losing his calmness and before I could think I spoke

“Lucifer. Are we done with the pleasantries, here? You know the reason behind our … visit, don’t you?”

“Reality” Lucifer smiled back at me “it’s been a while since we saw each other. How is your hand? Your mark? Not causing trouble, I hope?”

“Not really. However ….”

“I have come because my helm of State has been stolen from me” Morpheus shut me down, disapproval of my actions on his face. “I believe one of your demons has it. I shall like it back.” he hesitated as the tension between him and Lucifer were growing. “Now” I know from experience that no monarch reacts well on commands and threats and this time was no difference as Lucifer made a sad expression.

“Dream” she pouted “If only it were that easy. But there are rules you see, protocols which must be followed.”

“So bound to the principles, Lucifer. It does not look good on you….” I fell down on my knees as the pain in my hand and truly and entire arm up the heart took over me.

“Release the girl, Lucifer. This matter is between me and your subject. She will stand back.”

“Knowing her I don’t think she will. After all, she’s the one to come here with you just to keep an eye on you and protect you.”

“I don’t need her protection.”

“Surely not” Lucifer raised eyebrows as she lighten her invisible grip and I was able to breathe again, Matthew jumping right next to me making sure I was ok. “Now, which demon has your helm? Name it and we will bring it here“

“I confess I do not know the name.” Hard pill to swallow for his pride.

“Then we will have to summon all of them. “ Lucifer approached the edge of the room once again raising her hand and calling upon her subjects. Morpheus helped me off the ground and as we looked down… There were hundreds of demons, all angered, ready for fight. Nothing like dream’s nightmares. This residents were far more dangerous and erratic.

“Then now Dream, you may inquire. Which demon has your helmet? Shall we interview them one at a time or …..”

“That won’t be necessary.” I answered for him not caring if he would get mad at me. I was not a girl to stand in the back and let someone else drive even if this situation was not about me. I just felt inside that Dream could use a bit of support for a change and a couple of seconds to regain himself. And he did. Just not really in the way I expected when he turned around towards the exit.

“It surprises us how easily you would give up Dream.” Well, it is new to me too. “We know how you relied upon your tools. But tools are the subtlest of traps. We become reliant upon them and in their absence we are vulnerable, weak, defenseless. “

“Not entirely. I have recovered my sand. It brought me to Hell and now it brings that which is mine in Hell to me.” He started to spread his sand on the floor and I smirked. It seemed like he had a plan after all. Unnoticeably I waved my hand helping the sand to flow on the wind and a few second later a new being appeared in the chamber. Holding Dream’s precious helm. Now, it was going to be a challenge for Dream’s temper. I stood my ground, fighting the urge to stand behind him and hold his hand. That would be …. Unwise, giving the circumstances. After all, he had to appear strong and independent and I knew that. And that was also why I hold Matthew back before he came closer to his boss.

“Tell me your name, Demon.”

“Do I have to tell him?” the demon whined

“That is Choronzon. A duke of hell.” Ruler of Hell introduced his subject.

“Choronzon.” Dream let the name hang on his tongue ”The helm is mine. You must return it to me.“

“No. it’s mine now. I traded it for a mortal for a paltry thing. It was a fair trade. I broke no laws. And if the Dream King wants his helm back he will have to fight me for it.”

Dream’s face stiffened as he said those words that were supposed to change everything.

“Very well. I challenge you, Choronzon”

“You know the rules, Dream Lord.” The demon smiled ominously.

“If I win you will return my helmet.” Of course Dream focused only on the positive outcome. I hoped it was out of his confidence.

“And if you lose, you will serve as my slave in Hell. For eternity.” Right. The other side of the coin.

“I accept the terms.”

Matthew cawed loudly which made the whole situation even more serious.

“What is this challenge about Kay?”

“Mostly about imagination. Change. Wisdom.”

“It’s not boss’s strongest trait, am I right?” the Raven asked nervously.

“I’m afraid not….” I shifted my gaze between the demon and the dream. What an irony.

“And who will you choose to represent you in the battle?” Lucifer asked

“I shall represent him!” I spit without hesitation.

“You will not….”

“It has been decided” I gazed him. Ok, I defied him, but what was he going to do? Put me in hell? Well, a little late for that.

“I am sorry Kayleen. As much as I appreciate your effort rules of Hell does not allow human to participate.”

“I am not a mere human, Morningstar” I hissed “I am….”

“The Reality. Yes. And therefore you should not even be here, let alone participate in the game. You shall stand your ground, quietly and do not interfere. I hope I make myself clear” I felt defeated but had no choice but to retreat.

“I shall represent myself” Dream stated coldly turning away from me with inscrutable expression. Oh, he sure hate me know. Good. Let’s hope this pain make him win.

“Choronzon, whom will you choose to represent you?”

“I choose you, sire.”

His words hanged. That was not something we have expected and yet maybe we should have. After all, demons are sneaky bastards known to bend the rules and twist the facts to suit them. This was no difference. Dream showed no fear but his eyes gave him away with that signature wet glint. Shit! This was supposed to be me. He was not smart enough to fight the devil. He may know him, but it was I who spend the eternity amongst human, seeing how twisted decisions they can make. I was the one to learn how to adapt to circumstances and retorts attacks.

“Apologies, Dream, but the laws of Hell demand that I become his champion. But if you would not fight me…...”

“I have accepted the terms. Let the challenge begin.” He shifted towards the Morningstar now dressed in his leather suit. Yeah, right, like the way he looked was most important thing at the moment.

“Matthew. “ I whispered to the raven “it is official, now. Your boss is an idiot and a diva. Not sure which is worse.”

***

“Welcome. Ladies and gentleman.” Choronzon acted like a host of some crazy TV show. “Today for you entertainment and delectation, a formal challenge. The challenger is Dream.” He mocked . “Once the Master of the Realm of sleep. As the challenged, I have selected my champion. Ruler of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar. To represent me in the contest of skill, confidence and transformation. The oldest game” his words were widely applauded by the gathered demons. Oh, this was really going to be a shitshow.

While Lucifer, Choronzon and Dream were standing in a place where everyone could see them me and Matthew were hanging in the back quietly discussing what was about to happen. Well, more like I was explaining to him the next steps.

“What is this game, Kay? Do you know?”

“I do. Though I wish I didn’t “

“Tell me….”

“It’s about transformation, like Choronzon said. Basically, each of them would imagine to be something, a being, a creation, a natural phenomenon and the other would have to come up with something to beat it, you know. “

“Like what?”

“Like… ok, imagine me being a worm, and then the opponent would turn into a bird, and the other move would be a hunter and then a flu or something like that …”

“Ok, now I get it.”

We were so deep in our talk that we did not notice Morpheus approaching us.

“Matthew. I need to return to the Dreaming. And you Kayleen, you shall go back to the Waking.

“What? No!” We protested in unison.

“I’m not getting you out of my sight. You can’t do this alone, Dream. You lack craft that Lucifer has in surplus.”

“Well, I;m not leaving either, boss.”

“It’s the only reason I allowed you both to come”.

“So we could leave you?” Matthew titled his head and I frowned. Maybe Dream truly did lost his mind.

“If I should not be able to leave this place I would not have Lucienne left alone with no word of my fate. Not again.” he looked at me with pained expression almost like a reminder what we both been through during his imprisonment. “And I know you will take care of the Dreaming, Reality. The sand will take you back.”

“I am not going back.” Matthew insisted.

“Neither do I” I crossed my arms stubbornly “don’t even look at me.”

“Kayleen…” Dream stood up to my level and gently put an arm on my shoulder “Don’t do this…..”

“Do what?”

“I don’t want you to see me….”

“You won’t lose, ok?” I grabbed his hands “but it still should have been me, you fool”

“Kayleen….”

“Morpheus? Am I interrupting a preliminary bout of some kind?” Lucifer finally took a notice of our conversation and interrupted it causing us both to jump back a bit embarrassed of letting guards down and feelings out. Dream looked at me once again, eyes full of passion and something more I was not really able to decipher so I just raised one corner of mouth.

“Just a ringside pep talk, Your Majesty.” Matthew bowed his head “We came here for the Helm and we’re not leaving here without it. “

“We shall see.“ Lucifer smiled viciously.

Matthew was lucky since he took off and flew away to the nearest pillar placing himself in a position that allowed him to watch the whole scene from the distance. Since I could not do this Morningstar focused his gaze on me.

“No interfering, Reality. This is between me and Dream Lord. No help, no hints, no tricks”

“I would never” I smirk.

“Oh, I know you would. You are a rebel in many forms, especially when it comes to protecting the ones you care about. Because you do care about Dream, don’t you?” she came closer “despite all his lovers and romances you are still here with him, not letting go” she whispered “I wonder what that means.”

“it means I support him. Just like Maze does for you”

“Perhaps. And speaking of Mazikeen, she will watch your every move from now on. Very carefully, so watch yourself, Reality”. With that words she left me and began the game.

“As the challenged I set the meter and take the first move“ she stood opposite Dream.

“Very well. Make your move.”

Let the hunger games begin. Sorry, not the time for jokes, I know.

“I am a dire wolf. Prey-stalking, lethal prowler.“ Instantly everyone in the room has an image of the predator in their head. The one emerging from the shadow, showing his teeth in carnal instincts.

“I am a hunter. Horse-mounted, wolf-stabbing.” Dream retorted and suddenly Lucifer gasped and clenched on his stomach where she felt the sting of the hunter’s spear.

“I am a serpent. Horse-biting, poison-toothed.” An invisible amphibian jumped towards Dream’s trapper and pack a fair amount of toxin into his body. His face became purple and his veins extended and starting to pulsate. I shifted nervously, rubbing my hands almost using my light to help him, but Maze gave me a warning glance and I stepped back, biting on my lip as I watched the scene unfold.

“I am a bird of prey. Snake-devouring, talons ripping.” Good safe I though as Lucifer bend feeling claws scratching her cheek in unimaginable power. She was now furious knowing this wasn’t going to be an easy fight.

“I am a butcher bacterium. Warm life destroying” Morpheus fell down on his knees and this caused Matthew to flew down back on my shoulders.

“Not a move or we are all lost” I whispered to him, forcing myself to stand down.

“I am a world. Space floating. Life nurturing.” With those words the peace surrounded us all. Only for a while though

“I am a ….. nova” Lucifer spread her wings in utter frustration and power. “All exploding, planet cremating.“ the impact of the hit made me stagger and close my eyes for a second. If that had such an impact on me what was it doing to Morpheus now? It’s not real, it’s not real. Focus on Reality.

“I am a universe. All things encompassing, all life embracing. “ He was still fighting even if it was visible how much effort it was now taking

“I am …. anti-life. The beast of judgement. The dark at the end of everything.” Why is the room so dark and cold. Why does it feel like Death is coming for us. Why do I feel like giving up all hope….? I closed my eyes dealing with all the pain inside “ What will you be then Dream Lord?” Oh, shit! Morpheus!

“I… I….I….” he was on the floor, barely breathing, faltering and shaking. His face was pale and his body was slowly giving up on him. Without hesitation and ignoring Mazikeen watchful gaze and her spear pointed towards me I made a dart for the place where he was lying, Matthew close on my feet. Surprisingly, no one stopped us, probably because Lucifer believed she won. I gently lifted his head and placed it on my lap.

“You idiot” I whispered “I told you it should have been me, I am smarter than you.”

“Boss? Hey, boss.“ Matthew added in frightened voice.

“Still with us, Dream.” Morningstar approached the three of us, his voice just a bit mocking.

My eyes were burning. At this moment I was capable of anything. Wise or stupid, never mind, but I would burn Hell to the ground if …”

“He is and it is his move, you majesty” Matthew;s words made me sit up and took notice.

“There are no more moves.” She said coldly “What can survive the anti-life?”

“Morpheus, hey, listen to us“ I put a hand on his cheek, flicking his messed up hair back from his eyes “this is just a game of imagination, ok? This is not reality. Just believe in what you can create. Trust you can think bigger than that.” I whispered a bit afraid to reveal that I was in fact breaking the rule of no interfering.

“Boss, you know what can survive the anti-life? You. Dreams don’t fucking die. Not if you believe in them. And I Believe Dream of the endless would never leave his raven and his friend here alone in hell, with Lucifer.”

Dream blinked moving slightly in my lap and then started to regain his composure.

“I… am….” He muttered “Hope” with that words he slowly stood up back to Lucifer’s level, back in his full power, colors back on his face, all the poison and despair rinsed. The chamber was filled with light and brightness that made me cover my eyes in protection. That was… a bit cheesy and sentimental can’t lie, but also refreshing and I sighed in relief. He was back on his feet, unlike me.

“ Hope….” Lucifer was shocked with such turn of events.

“Well, Lightbringer. It’s your move. What is it that kills hope?”

Having no answer to that Morningstar turned towards the demon.

“Choronzon, give him his helm.” He ordered

“No. I won’t It’s mine” the duke of hell defied “please” he then futilely begged. Mazikeen approached him and with all her strength (which was a lot) grabbed him by his throat, reached for Morpheus’s precious tool and threw Choronzon right at the arrayed crowd. No grief for him on my part.

“Thank you, Mazikeen.” Morpheus clenched his hands on the helm acknowledging her ”Thank you, Lighbringer. The ruler of Hell is honorable, indeed. I will not forget this.”

“Honorable? You joke, surely. “ Lucifer hissed. “Look out there Morpheus” she pointed down and I followed her movement ”The billions lord of hell stay arrayed about you. Tell us, why should we let you leave. Helmet or no you have no power here. After all, what power have dreams in hell?”

“You say I have no power here. Perhaps you speak truly. But to say dreams have no power in Hell…” he shook his head. “Tell me Lucifer Morningstar, what power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream… of Heaven?” Oh! Maybe he was not an idiot after all. This one… this took courage and smartness and even I hummed impressed.

“One day, Morpheus…. we shall destroy you.”

“Until that day, Lighbringer” he shot her a glance, speaking with his darkest and lowest voice, bowing his head slightly and turned around to walk away. On the halfway he grabbed my hand again leading me towards the exit almost like if I was not able to walk myself. Well…. To tell the truth… I wasn’t. What he did made my legs become jelly and my cheek flushed so I let him walk me up towards the gate where he let go.

“Don’t ever do this again” he stopped

“Do what? Save your ass?”

“Defy me. It was not your place or duty to try to take my place in the challenge. You believe me to be weak?”

“I believe you to be stupid.” I exclaimed

“Careful with your words, Reality” he stepped closer, not looking me in the eyes which was a bit suspicious.

“Why can’t you look me in the eyes, Dream?”

“Don’t make me.”

“And why is that?”

“You may see something you don’t like. Kay.” he muttered putting hands on my shoulder and resting his forehead on mine, his lips inches away from mine. He started to lean in a bit, brushing his nose on mine, his hands moving towards my waist and I couldn’t help but wanted more almost giving in when he pulled away. “ You helped me and therefore I shall not punish you, but try that once again and I shall not be so forgiving. You strain my patience, Reality.” Oh shit! Was it just me or did Hell just became a bit hotter? I was definitely feeling warm.

“You think Lucifer will come after you?” Matthew asked as we were back on the Hill we arrived on.

“Why?” nope. Still not so smart. Dream learned nothing.

“Because you just publicly humiliated the Ruler of Hell.” I mocked, but he did not bother answering putting on his helm

“Can you even see in that thing?”

“I can see the ruby.”

Once again he reached towards his pouch of sand and made us appear in some tight and cluttered room. There was an unusual glow coming from one of the boxes and when Dream opened it he finally got his ruby back, almost smiling. This expression was however wiped off fast as he realized it was different.

“Something’s wrong. Someone altered it.” And a second away a wave of power got him flying back and knocking unconscious against the wall. Suddenly all of my senses were going crazy. I felt panic and pain. Someone really was messing with unearthly powers. Hurting Waking and in process hurting me. I whined in pain feeling this person approaching.

“Matthew. Stay with him” I moved towards the door.

“And where are you going?! Don’t leave me here with him.”

“Sorry, Matthew. I’m going to deal with some lunatic tampering with my realm.”

And this was not going to be easy.

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lily-janus · 2 years

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The Photo

Summary: Janus invites Logan to one of his photography trips

Pairing: platonic Loceit

Warnings: none but if I missed something let me know

Word count: 779

@loceitweek2022 day 2 - Orange side/Photograph

"I regret buying you this." Logan said dryly as they walked, causing Janus to snicker.

"Oh? How so?" He raised the old fashioned polaroid camera and snapped another picture, the device printing it out and Janus taking the piece of paper and exposing it to the light to reveal the photo he just took.

"Well, for one you're using a lot of expensive film that I then have to refill for you." Logan continued as Janus snapped another picture, this time of Logan himself.

"Oh you love spoiling me darling and you know it." Janus smirked as he handed him his photo. "See? You can practically feel the adoration you have for me through the paper."

Logan looked at the photo, but all he saw was his neutral expression tinged with slight annoyance. "Two," he continued "you keep giving me photos I don't understand their meaning and then refuse to explain it to me claiming 'art is at the eye of the watcher', which again, I do not understand."

Janus let out a dramatic sigh. "That's exactly it, teach, there's nothing to understand, the 'meaning' is whatever you yourself make of it." He explained for what felt like the millionth time but was actually just the forth if Logan's being accurate.

Logan shook his head. "I never understood your fascination with photography, I mean, what's the point in taking photos of things you already saw?"

"It's about perspectives, Logan, capturing a moment or a scene that feels like it has more than you see at first glance." He explained, snapping away with his camera.

"Right, and why exactly did you ask me to join you?" Logan tries to change the subject, he hates not understanding things and art is one of those things.

"Simple, the lighting's simply too perfect to miss out on." He said as if that were obvious.

"That explains why you are here, why am I needed here is my question." Logan was starting to get frustrated.

Janus raised an eyebrow. "How else am I supposed to take pictures of you?"

Logan stops, brow furrowing. "You've been taking pictures… of me?"

"Of course!"

"Why? We see each other practically every day!" Logan was desperately trying to make sense of it all.

"You know I love studying other people's expressions and behaviours, you are no different, more so than others even I will say, you're very intriguing darling." Janus snapped another picture and Logan sneaked a glance as the light revealed another picture of himself.

Logan's cheeks suddenly felt warm for some reason. Him? Intriguing? All his life people have been telling him how boring and unimaginative he is…

"Here, give it a try." Janus suddenly handed him the camera and he just stared at him.

"Ah, what?" He couldn't think of anything else to say, he literally had no idea how to respond to that.

"Give it a try, take some photos, I'll even allow you to try and capture my glorious self on a simple paper, you like a challenge don't you Logan?" Janus smirked encouragingly at him.

Logan hesitantly took the camera, pulling it up to his face and looking through the lance at Janus and snapping a picture. He took the piece the camera printed and stared at it as the photo slowly revealed itself.

His eyes widened, Janus was right, the lighting was perfect, highlighting Janus' features in an extremely complimenting way. He studied his old friend's expression, the familiar mischievous gleam in his eye, his confident smirk that seems to challenge anyone to try and humble his enormous ego. He let out a soft "oh" and Janus grinned.

"Like what you see?" Janus was suddenly so close to him and Logan tried his best not to flinch.

"I… I don't think photography's for me." He handed Janus his camera back. Janus took it and was about to take the photo too but Logan jerked away at that before he could register the strange reaction.

Janys snickered. "Want to keep it?" He asked smugly, causing more heat to travel to Logan's cheeks.

"If you don't mind…" he mumbled.

"Oh I don't mind at all! Why, I can certainly understand why one would want to stare at the likes of me at the rare times he can't have the real deal." Janus smirked.

Logan rolled his eyes fondly. "Glad you're enjoying my gift, Janus."

Janus winked at him. "You always know what I need."

As they continued their slow walk, Logan sneaked a glance at the photograph he took.

The more he kept looking the more there was to see that he didn't originally notice. Perhaps there was something to this photography stuff…

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themculibrary · 11 months

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High School AU’s Masterlist 2

part one

A Play On Mischief (ao3) - SmurfsTasteGoodOnToast loki/sylvie T, 32k

Summary: When a new girl shows up and punches him in the face, Loki isn't so enthused to have to share the stage with her. Though over time, it seems everyone just might be falling for the wrong person. Sylvie/Loki HS Au

Be Still My Foolish Heart (Don’t Ruin This On Me) (ao3) - thiccbuckybarnes steve/bucky E, 15k

Summary: Bucky Barnes ends up at a house party that he really shouldn’t be at on a Saturday night.

– Or, the super angsty high school au I’ve always wanted.

Bullying (ao3) - xMarrrvelx steve/tony T, 4k

Summary: Steve finds out that Tony has been a victim of bullying for ages…so, naturally, he wants to help.

can't for the life of me (ao3) - prxntiss gamora/peter M, 38k

Summary: “I promise I’m not just tryna get you in my bed… unless it’s working?”

She shoved him so hard that he almost fell off the path. “In your dreams, Quill.”

[ in which peter and gamora are flustered teenagers who are strongly in denial ]

Complicated (ao3) - Shaderose harley/peter T, 6k

Summary: Harley becomes someone different to fit in at school. Peter is frustrated with it, but let’s it go, thinking he’ll stop eventually and go back to being the person he loves. Then, Harley does something unimaginable, and everything comes to a head.

Facing Bullies (ao3) - JustAnotherFan05 pepper/tony G, 4k

Summary: When Pepper Potts (Stark) gets an invitation to attend her high school reunion, she ends up facing some of her old high school bullies. And even though things got a little tense, in the end, she realizes that facing her bullies was the best closure she could ever ask for.

Fly (ao3) - smilexdarling steve/tony, clint/natasha T, 5k

Summary: Sometimes, all it takes is getting beaten up by bullies, an awkward meeting in a bathroom, and an undone fly to rekindle a friendship. OrThat time Tony was self-sacrificing in order to benefit Steve; Sam, Bucky, and Clint were the best bros a guy could ask for; and Natasha was an absolute legend.

Hot Nerd Chic (ao3) - OneSmartChicken bucky/tony G, 4k

Summary: In which Bucky has a thing for cute nerds, Tony has many things (including a crush), and they go to school.

Impress Her (ao3) - angstydisaster yelena/kate T, 4k

Summary: "You..don't know?" Peter asks puzzled, "Wait have you ever talked to her?"

"No.." Kate mumbles.

"KATE!"

"What?! Really?!"

"I'm so disappointed in you"

"I like to just admire from afar, okay?" Kate replies defensively.

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Kate wants to learn Russian after finding out that her crush spoke the language, so she asks someone she knows who speaks it for help. ~ High School AU

Just A Friend (ao3) - AlexaNDYE pepper/tony T, 5k

Summary: Some old fashion High School troubles between friends.

Love on a Wire (ao3) - UlternateFreak harley/peter T, 43k

Summary: Between his parent’s divorce, and his breakup with golden-girl, Gwen Stacy - designated, on and off again, asshole - Harley Keener, finds himself feeling rather lost. But a chance encounter with Peter Parker - a boy he had only ever hated before now - begins to change that.

Or, the Midtown High School AU inspired by the song: Black Sheep by Metric (Scott Pilgrim). In which Peter Parker might just be what Harley Keener needs to find even the smallest trace of happiness.

melody calling (ao3) - kingdavidbowie clint/loki, pepper/tony G, 4k

Summary: High school AU in which Loki wears hoodies, Clint wears combat boots and Pepper has immaculate taste in music) Also in which Loki has a song for planning to take over the world, Clint has a song for saving it and Steve is a champion discus thrower)

Messages of Love (ao3) - flyingorfalling pepper/tony M, 6k

Summary: Their story began the day he left his number on the stall wall of the unisex bathroom—not imagining anyone would even pay much attention to it—and a text message from an unknown number arrived only half an hour later during math class. He remembered asking her how she was doing, and her telling him that it was the worst week ever and she just needed someone to talk to.

Never Been Kissed (ao3) - Neverever steve/tony T, 5k

Summary: Tony and Steve have been long time friends at Shield Academy, a high school for wanna-be superheroes and support teams. Junior Prom is coming up and Tony plans to ask Steve to the prom. But complications happen.

Prom Night (ao3) - Lucy bruce/tony M, 4k

Summary: Bruce is depressed about the upcoming prom. Tony doesn't get it, until he does.

Teenage Kicks (ao3) - roe87 steve/bucky T, 65k

Summary: Bucky Barnes, certified dork and generally uncool nerd, starts 9th grade without friends and still carrying a torch for Steve Rogers, all round popular kid and star athlete at school who is so far out of Bucky's league he may as well be the moon.

Then Bucky makes a new friend, new student and fellow dork Kamala Khan.

Kamala is putting together a band, which is certainly a lot cooler than anything Bucky has ever done and he gets swept along for the ride, gaining new friends and a newfound confidence on the way.

Which is just when Steve Rogers seems to notice him, and Bucky wonders if the moon isn't so far out of reach after all.

Too busy being yours (ao3) - everythingisconnected harley/peter M, 13k

Summary: Harley and Peter end up being roommates at MIT.

Neither of them know they both know Tony, until they find out and end up starting to catch feelings.

In which Tony Stark is a little shit who ships it, and is a bad influence on Morgan who helps him out a little, unintentionally.

we're invincible, remember? (ao3) - Possiblyenjoyable bruce/tony, brief pepper/tony E, 80k

Summary: Time moves slowly for Tony. He's tried everything he could possibly think of to make time move faster, but God, it's impossible. He remembers when he used to think time moved too quickly, back when he and Bruce were online best buddies and before Bruce's Skype icon disappeared from his computer when he was twelve. Now, he just wants everything to be over and done with. Until he sees a familiar face the start of his senior year of high school.

Or, the one where Tony and Bruce were childhood best friends before Bruce disappeared for six years.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #au #high school #high school masterlist #school #masterlists

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thatfangirlofsb · 1 year

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A/N: Welcome to the last part of Moya tsaritsa. I didn't think it would last that long, but every time I wrote something new came to me. But don't worry, especially zoyalai fans like me, I already started posting another fanfic called "Your Highness" about them. I invite you to read it 😊

T/W: Grishaverse spoilers.

Moya tsaritsa (VII)

"Death."

If she ever heard one of those nobles say that she deserved to be punished with death again, she was going to pick up one of their swords and cut her own throat in front of everyone.

"No, no and no. It would be..."

Or rather cut it to Nikolai, his attempts to make excuses for his refusals of something clearly fair in response to the grisha's actions was… annoying, too annoying. But at the same time interesting, and funny.

Last night, when she was falling asleep on his chest, she thought that it wouldn't be so difficult to face that. She had been wrong, completely. For a few seconds she wanted to go back to those memories, to feel how one of the king's hands combed her loose hair while the other held her tight against him. But it was impossible, there was no turning back.

She wanted to talk, to tell everyone how unfit they were for their job; but she preferred to keep quiet. Instead, she raised her head and fixed her gaze on the king ahead of her several paces away, sitting on his throne with a face that looked at her as if they hadn't even left the dungeon yet and were still on their strange date.

"If you're going to make this so long, bring me a damn chair." Her voice was loud, causing all eyes turn to her. Few were there, Nikolai had decided that it would be a closed trial despite the accusation, but Zoya was sure that as soon as the sentence was handed down, all of Ravka would know. "Are you so slow to make a decision on something so clear?"

She knew he shouldn't talk, but she was already getting tired of the whole mess. She wanted to rest, whether it was on a prison cot for the rest of her life or inside a coffin. And from the looks that several gave him, that was not going to end very soon.

"She is a grisha your highness, they use old sorcery tricks to make everyone fall for their wishes."

"Count Dubrov, right?" Zoya's voice made the words dance on her vocal chords before releasing them. Nikolai straightened up in his seat, he knew that now a great moment of the squaller was coming. "I remember well it has been two years, however from the various and insistent letters I can say the exact dates, trying to offer me everything unimaginable in order to see me. The grisha need to have in our view the target to throw, just as it was called by you, our sorcery. So, as you can understand from the context, right now would be the only time I could do it because, with great luck, it's the first time I've set my eyes on… let's leave it at you.

Nikolai smiled, to which Zoya answered with another smile before seeing him slip back into his serious king costume; he was better without it.

"Can we continue, Count Dubrov?"

The words came out of the king's mouth with a slightly jocose tone, the embarrassed face of the nobleman was the funniest thing he had seen in all day. He nodded his head up and down in an affirmative movement. Zoya could die, but he would be dead in life after such a satisfying moment for the blond and the blue-eyed girl.

"Your Highness." The grisha looked at Nikolai with a small smile, giving him the signal to end this as soon as possible.

"You have given me two options." He looked at the paper that the only servant in the entire room handed him, he didn't need to read it to know what it said; he had written it himself that night. "Death or exile. Interesting options."

"Very interesting." Zoya answered, enjoying the surprised looks of all the inhabitants of the room for her audacity. How stupid thinking that she was helpless, they didn't know the great plan that had been hatched between two idiots in love under a dirty and moldy ceiling of the dungeons.

"As it stands to reason... death would turn all the grisha against us. You can't kill a great general just like that."

"I'm flattered, your highness." The smiles of the two widened, if they didn't have a short time after that 'trial' they would have continued to enjoy the strangeness and uncertainty that filled the room.

"Then, as I said quite clear, I choose exile." He got up and walked to the door, offering Zoya a smile and a little brush of their hands as he passed by her side. "Tonight, and I just want the grisha of the Little Palace with her before the departure. Let them know what happens when they disobey their king."

It was time to start acting.

[°°°]

Night was falling, and the little sunlight that remained in the sky was weakly lightening the grisha who were congregating in two lines on the sides of the dirt road below their feet. Zoya passed between them, and with a melancholy smile watched as they lowered their heads slightly.

And at the end there he was, without any jacket full of decorations to show his rank. Just a simple outfit with her tousled hair, something she'd stared at earlier that day when she'd woken up in the dungeon next to him.

"Zoya Nazyalensky."

"Nikolai Lantsov." She followed him, turning her head towards a Genya who, with a handkerchief in her hands, looked at them with her eyes full of tears. "Can...?"

"Oh yeah." She walked towards the grisha, who had moved to get a better view of the scene, and looked at all of them trying not to cry any more. Her makeup had already been wasted too much. "Everyone to their rooms, is time to give them some time alone. If you need me... I'll be crying in any corner."

And she ran away, pouring tears again as the other grisha followed her towards the Little Palace; casting small glances back for a few seconds.

"I feel sorry for Genya." Zoya stroked Nikolai's cheek, a gentle movement that sent faint currents of air at the king. "But it's safer if we don't tell anyone."

"I'm going to miss you so much." He placed his hand on the squaller's, passing his heat to the other, which, regardless of the season, seemed frozen.

"We can see each other during your little vacation."

"They will be very short... and few."

"That way we'll have more to talk about when we meet again." Zoya laughed, separating the prince's hand from hers and placing it on the small of her back. "Although I hope you'll be a fast storyteller, I also like to do other things at night in front of the fire."

"Zoya Nazyalensky, if you carry on like this I will put you in the dungeons again."

"Why?"

The two smiled broadly, it wasn't the situation any of them dreamed of but it was the closest they could get.

"For making my heart beat like crazy."

"Just the heart?"

"Zoya..."

"Shut me up."

And so he did. He stuck his lips with those of the opposite one in a slow and sensual movement, accompanied by caresses in the area where the squaller had rested his hand. He was going to repeat that kiss whenever he could, and they were sure that they would never be apart from each other when they met.

But they had to move away if they wanted to continue with air, though their gazes keep joining each other.

"Come on, Keramzin is waiting for you."

[°°°]

Those were happy years for Zoya.

Instructing the grisha from the orphanage, but only sending them to the Little Palace if they wanted it. Seeing how happy Alina and Mal were spending time together, looking forward to the days when Nikolai would arrive and not being away from him while watching how the orphanage couple got tired of seeing them so close; just like she did with them when she was alone. Seeing how their plan followed the course perfectly, causing the day in which they would finally be able to be together completely to get closer and closer.

But everything collapsed one day; the date on which everything was going to get better... ended up having the opposite effect.

His supposed assassination attempt was all done for the simple reason of causing a slight surprise effect, so the queen couldn't prepare or fight because she would think the guards would just go for the squaller. Makhi would never have expected that Zoya would sacrifice herself like that as long as she didn't harm Ravka or the people who lived there. Although she also enjoyed taking out the king's breath a little, he deserved it for all he had put her through.

Ehri and Nikolai's wedding had taken place a week after the supposed exile. The sooner the better, they needed to pass off as their own the baby the shu princess was carrying in her womb from the fellow khergud of Tolya who attacked them that day. Although, to show the supposed mourning they felt after the fateful 'accident' of the queen of the country to the south on her return home, they decided to name the girl Makhi.

Ehri, Nikolai, and Zoya waited, as the only ones that know the true plan, until the girl was old enough to reign. And they prepared themselves, ready to simulate the fatal accident in a small battle that would allow the, not-so-young, lovers to start their new lives.

The accident was a success, a real success. Nikolai did die, at the last moment saving a wounded comrade. The oh-so-heroic king could have been a fool with a crown who only thought of himself during those crucial moments, but he chose not to be.

He had helped some children not to be left without their father, but he had also left the baby that he and Zoya decided to have without that parental figure. The being that was still growing in their mother's womb, broken by pain, decided to kick when the new was communicated to the squaller; the first kick.

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You can read the first part HERE.

You can read the second part HERE.

You can read the third part HERE.

You can read the fourth part HERE.

You can read the fifth part HERE.

You can read the sixth part HERE.

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #grisha #leigh bardugo #zoyalai #nikolai lantsov #zoya x nikolai #nikolai x zoya #queen zoya #zoya of the garden #zoya nazyalensky #zoya my beloved #zoya the dragon queen of ravka #sankta zoya #king nikolai #nikolai duology #fanfic #grishaverse fanfic

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leggerefiore · 2 years

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Somewhat angsty of a ask, and it’s your choice if you want to write it, but the subway bosses with a s/o who has a Mimikyu that’s the ghost of their little sibling.

i did HCs, resend your ask if that wasn’t what you wanted /gen! I'm always down for a little angst (makes the fluff all the more sweeter)

▲Ingo▼

● His immediate response is to apologize for your loss. It was near unimaginable and not something he would wish upon anyone. He's an older sibling, too, so your plight hits him in all the worst places. A freezing, numb sense spreads in his extremities at the thought of Emmet dying. It's something he quickly forces from his mind. (Later on, he calls the younger twin and does a general check up on him. Emmet laughs at his mothering but wonders what has him riled up. A dark thought plagues him of a Litwick with a familiar smile on its face.)

● He asks about how it was discovered the Mimikyu was actually the ghost of your younger sibling. Did you… Did you look under the cloth? They aren't native to his region, but even he knows you aren't supposed to do that. Whatever the answer is, his heart aches at the grief (and relief) it must have caused you.

● Ingo is very kind to Mimikyu; he talks to them and genuinely attempts to understand their responses. The older twin is never cruel to pokemon, but knowing just what they are, he feels an urge to treat them more like a person than a pet.

● If they are a bit mischievous and set out to prank him, it will not work. His (and Emmet's) Chandelure has already tried every ghost pokemon trick in the book when it was younger. Sometimes, he'll play along. Ingo's big brother nature comes out, and he would hate to make them feel inadequate.

● When you're away, and you've left him with babysitting, he takes it very seriously. This is an important job you have entrusted him with. That's why they are sitting in a shopping cart while he gages what snacks they want. People are passing him by, mildly distressed by the state of the local celebrity. (You come home and find him asleep on the couch with Mimikyu curled up on his chest.)

▽Emmet△

○ His smile and optimism: gone. The younger twin might not be an older sibling, but he still understands. Assures you that if you need any comfort and/or assistance, he is there for you. It's strange seeing the normally peppy Subway Boss so somber. A morbid thought laps at the back of his neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Ingo was fine; he reassured himself. (He calls his older brother and makes plans for dinner. Emmet needed to physically see his twin was alright. A frowning Litwick haunts his dreams that night.)

○ There is a curiosity about how you came to the realization that Mimikyu was the ghost of your younger sibling. Did they tell you somehow? Did you just know on instinct? Did you look under the sheet? He scolds you lightly about how unsafe that would be. However you did, he is apologetic for the pain you must have had to go through.

○ Emmet plays with Mimikyu often. He'll attempt to keep them entertained and give them praise he knows younger siblings crave. He might accidentally treat them like a pokemon more than a human, but it's not on purpose and would stop if you mentioned it.

○ If they try to prank him, he will always play along. He did that for his Chandelure when it was a Litwick and is content to do it with Mimikyu. Gives them advice for better pranks and invites them to use it on Ingo. He snickers at his brother's confused blabbering. Lets them high-five him with their weird appendage.

○ He'll take Mimikyu to work with him if you let him. Emmet wants to keep them entertained, and what's more entertaining the high-skill pokemon battles? They stand on the seats of the subway while watching Emmet absolutely demolish a poor trainer because he wishes to impress them. Mimikyu is brought home that day, ecstatic from the day's adventure. (Emmet let them into the driver's compartment and wear his hat around.)

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #pokemon x reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #anon being hoenst with u this was minor conduit for me to just go #twins be sad if other dead

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nekomamiiz · 3 years

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cute little bunny

pairing: deku x fem!reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings: all characters aged up 18+, quirkless au?, not technically public sex ... but, gym setting, oral (m. receiving), kinda scumbag!izuku?, 'bunny' as nickname, deep-throat, degradation, praise, dacryphilia, slight scent kink, lots of spit, rly messy, cum eating/play (facial), edited? beta? def. not, please lmk if i missed one

a/n: hi loves !! this is my entry for @rat-zuki 's collab. pls pls check out the event masterlist to see the other lovely authors/artists participating. i was way busier than i thought the last month or so and i sincerely apologize for my creativity just not being the best rn but i hope you guys enjoy :) happy birthday deku ♡

You shouldn’t even be here. It’s not like you enjoy it either, it stinks, and it’s way too bright. There's also some shitty music playing that's starting to give you a headache. The only thing that makes your time worthwhile is watching the tall green-haired man that’s using the squat rack in front of you—giving you the most delicious view of his ass.

Honestly, you don’t even care that he's squatting more than five hundred pounds. Your eyes stay glued to the flesh of his thighs—thick muscle straining and relaxing after every rep, further accentuating his bubble butt.

You’ve grown addicted to just watching him. The sweat is dripping down his back, clinging to his shirt. His breathing is focused, and you definitely don’t miss the soft grunt or groan he lets out when he lifts back up. Or how his perfect face twists in concentration.

What you don’t realize, though, is that he sees your eyes lingering for far longer than any respectful person should. And your gaze trails low, falling right at the waistband of his sweat shorts.

He thinks you look so cute in your little gym outfit too. Every time he sees you, the pieces get smaller and tighter, leaving nothing unimagined about the shape underneath it all—just the feeling.

So what does he do about that?

Well, he could fuck you, make you scream his name while he spills load after load of his cum into your cute little cunt. But he wants to take his time with you, and you look like you don’t mind working for it a little.

Izuku has come up with the perfect plan to get you alone.

He booked a private training room, inviting you in to teach you how to get the most out of the spin machine. Platinum members get the best perks after all, and he really needs a gym partner. So, he introduces himself to you.

You didn’t expect to be on your knees within the first few minutes of entering the room; shorts thrown on the ground and sports bra pushed above your chest, Izukus lean figure shadowing over you. His shorts are bunched around his thighs, and he’s stroking his cock in one hand while the other holds your chin, swiping his thumb along your lower lip.

All you can think of is how happy you are at this moment.

He sees a tiny drop of saliva falling from your lip, and his thumb is quick to spread it around, popping it in your mouth to press down on your tongue.

“You look so cute like this, bunny.” he coos softly.

He taps his cock on the side of your face a few times. Loving the way you pull back a little in shock. It’s so much heavier than it looks, and you stifle a moan at the thought of him inside you.

“Do you want my cock?” he asks you, stroking your jaw with his fingers.

“Mm, yes, please,” you plead, almost in tears, nails digging into the thick muscle of his thighs. “Wanna taste you.”

You don’t miss the way his eyes seem to shine as you beg, stroking his cock in front of your face, gasping and moaning quietly every time his thumb swipes the tip.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck that slutty little mouth of yours, hm?” he asks, brows furrowed from the stimulation.

Shifting your weight, you lean into him slightly, but he’s quick to hold you back from the one thing you want most.

“C’mon, baby. Good girls use their words,” he says, squeezing your jaw.

You can only whimper a soft ‘yes’ in response before his rough hands are on you instantly, guiding you closer to his cock. Holding you right in front of his thick length, almost red at the tip. He’s teasing you with it, pumping a few times and waving it in your face like some sort of treat.

Bracing your hands on his thighs, you lean forward, kissing the pretty pink head and hearing him shudder because of it. Your tongue swirls diligently around the tip where you lick a stripe up his glans, smearing a bead of precum down his shaft and to his balls, where he twitches once you lick over them.

You pop one of his heavy balls into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and humming around him. He bucks into you, the tip of his dick tapping your forehead as you look at him through your lashes. His lower lip is between his teeth; some curls are covering his dark green eyes and furrowed brows, making him look fucked out even though you’ve barely touched him.

He keeps huffing and groaning the same way he does when he’s squatting, and you press your nails into his thighs to get closer to him, leaving small indents on his skin. He’s so warm and smells so good you can’t help but smother your face between his legs.

You’ve lathered his entire length with a mixture of spit and precum. It’s starting to drip down his balls, onto his thighs. It’s even on your chin, dripping down your neck and glistening on your tits.

Wrapping your lips around the tip, you take him in your mouth, feeling the burn in your jaw from how thick he is and whining around him because of it. Your tongue massages the underside of him while you wrap a hand around the base, pumping him a few times.

His hips are starting to jerk into your mouth at a quicker pace, and you can tell he’s struggling to hold back. “Fuck,” he breathes out. Hands cupping your face again, admiring the puffiness of your eyes as he swipes over your cheeks.

He holds your face in his hands while he looks down at you with a grin. Your small hand keeps pumping him slowly, and your tongue laves over his tip, popping it in your mouth and tucking it in your cheek like a lollipop.

“Shit,” he hisses. “You’re a nasty little whore, huh?” he asks while he pats the bulge in your cheek, grunting when he feels your teeth scrape softly against his sensitive head.

You feel him wrap his hand around yours—encouraging you to stroke him faster, squeeze just a little harder. His other hand finds the back of your head where he supports you before guiding his cock to the roof of your mouth and thrusting forward.

You gag softly around him, moaning at the feeling of his dick hitting the back of your throat. You’re so tight and warm that he can’t help but fantasize about how tight your pussy is and bucks his hips faster at the thought.

Izuku has a blissful expression on his face even though you can’t see it when you peer up at him again. His head is hanging back, and his jaw is clenched, making the veins on his neck more prominent. Beads of sweat are dripping down his throat, collecting on the neckline of his muscle shirt as his chest heaves up and down.

You’re starting to spill tears down your cheeks from the stretch and intensity of his thrusts. Humming around him as more saliva and precum drips down your chin and onto the floor of the training room.

“Fuck, your mouth is so fuckin’ good,” he huffs. Grunting when your throat tightens at his praise.

He looks down at you, a soft smile on his face. Then he smirks, grabbing both sides of your face with his big hands, bringing you further down his cock until your nose brushes against the trim patch of hair at the base of him.

“Gonna take all my cum, ‘kay, baby,” he says fucking your throat like it was your cute cunt wrapped around his cock.

His balls are slapping against your chin, the mess of spit making the sound even louder. His thrusts are starting to slow, but the depth doesn’t change; he’s still hitting your gag reflex each time, and your moans only encourage him to go deeper.

Taking in as much air through your nose as you can, you let him thrust his dick to the back of your throat and holding it there while he swells inside you. He pulls back slightly to spill his hot load on your tongue, then pushes you back softly to finish on your face.

Some drops land on your tits as you struggle to catch your breath, swallowing what he released in your mouth —thick and sticky.

You lick your lips to pick up any remnants before looking up at him with a smile on your face. Shiny and bright with his cum.

“Did I do good?” you ask, blinking tears away from your eyes and sniffling.

He swipes your cheek, trailing his cum back to your mouth before pushing past your lips, spreading the salty substance on your teeth and gums.

“You did so well, baby,” he coos back to you. Kissing the top of your head, then giving you a closed-eyed smile. He steps back to admire how you look. Messy, fucked out, and dripping with his cum.

He pulls up his shorts and stalks over to his water bottle, taking a few sips, then reaching into your gym bag and tossing a towel to you. He spares one more glance your way before picking up his bag and draping a towel over his shoulder.

“I’ll see you next week, yeah,” he chirps before opening the door to the training studio and walking out.

He turns around quickly and chuckles softly. “Don’t forget to do those stretches I told you about,” he adds, closing the door leaving you in the middle of the room.

Naked, covered in cum, and so fucking wet.

as always feedback and rb's are appreciated <333 i love you all v much! MWAH

#deku smut #bnha smut #mha smut #izuku midoriya x reader #deku x fem!reader #mha x reader #deku x reader #izuku smut #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #mha x female reader #midoriya x you #midoriya x reader #mha deku #bnha x reader smut #the deku agenda escapes no one collab

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semischarmed · 3 years

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“Let me ask again- the FUCK do you think you’re doing!?”

I tremble in fear and stare in silence at the massive man in front of me, rank with the sweat of his daily session.

In my hands lay his used gym clothes, inches from my nose. My eyes widen. He was supposed to be showering. My eyes are drawn to the bar of soap among the pile in front of me. Shit.

Fear becomes arousal when he leans down to my ear, tantalizingly close, and whispers. “If you wanted me inside you so bad, all you had to fucking do was assssk”. He draws that last word out with his teeth, lacing it with venom and seduction.

“Cmon, fucking say it faggot. Say you want me inside you” he taunts.

Ashamed. Terrified. Spellbound. He had reduced me to my most minuscule self. I reply meekly to answer him. “...I want you inside me.”

I hear the corners of his face widen into an unsettling smirk. “Good Answer”.

In the blink of an eye, he vanishes from in front of me, rushing past my side to my back before I can even react. Oh shit this is really happening. I am prepared for the night of my life. “Strip.” I comply. I hear him make some movements and then... then... silence.

“What the hell?” I chuckle nervously as I look behind me in confusion and see his naked form crouching in a low squat with his hands clasped in a praying motion. I admire his massive sweaty muscles. He catches my gaze, looking up and giving me wink. I smile back awkwardly. “So-“

I am cut off by searing, unimaginable pain from the motion of him piercing my ass with his hands as he lunges toward me. Pound after pound of his thick arms shove up my asshole with so much force, he pushes me forward several feet. I stay still, breathing heavy for a few moments- not daring to look back- not daring to move an inch out of our precarious position. My mind races. “Shit. Shit. Shit. What was that!? God, was he ok?”

I finally muster the courage to look behind in horror. I could only see his shoulders. Shit. How is this even possible? God. Shit. I couldn’t see his head…he was probably dead- and judging by how far he pushed into me, I probably would be soon too. I whimper, tears streaming down my face, as recount my life and start fumbling for my phone. I felt sick to my stomach. How could this go so wrong? Every fucking time something good happens. Well… at least if I’m going out, I’m- My stomach churns. Wait. That... wasn’t my stomach.

Impossibly, I felt worms squiggle inside me- no they weren’t worms. I dial in on the sensation. They were fingers. His Fingers. He was moving his fingers. I feel them claw at my throat from the inside. My mouth opens uncontrollably as his digging hands choke me from the inside, scrambling for a grip. I reach up trying in vain to get him to stop. Shit Shit Shit. As my consciousness begins to dip, the hands have finally found a patch of my flesh around my shoulder. I pant in momentary relief.

With each patch of my flesh they touch, I feel our nerves intertwine, tangling into each other until I myself could feel his fingers as a supplement to my own. What the hell was going on? Then, I feel him wrap his arms around more of my flesh and bundle more of our nerves together. Whatever this was, whatever he was doing, it was intentional.

He uses his arms as leverage and pulls the rest of his sweat-slick body inside, almost forcing my own to the ground. I fill up. Near-bursting. Impossibly full. As I stagger to stand, I watch from the mirror as he shimmies more and more of himself into me. I retch unprompted, dry heaving at what was occurring before my very eyes, but the motion only seemed to suck in his fleshy mass further inside me. Still, I couldn’t help but begin to get hard. Him being in here was hot as hell.

I take shorter and shorter breaths, which again only slides more and more of him inside me, until the very last parts of him- his grimy toes- get slurped up in my asshole. My body wants to collapse from the strain of having to stretch to accommodate both our forms. Instead, I watch as his body is imprinted in my skin -near my stomach and chest, pulling me impossibly tight while he cemented himself in a fetal position. My legs begin to buckle from the pressure.

Before I fall, he stretches out his legs out inside my skin, stacking his over my own. They are sticky when they slide over my bones and musculature, likely from the sweat he was aiming to wash off with his shower. As he fills into my skin, my toes are lifted off the ground as my body rises to accommodate his far-larger form. My very own body betrays its owner, as it is drawn to his legs over my own and he hastens the process by corralling my skin to realign to match his legs instead. I can only watch and feel in silence as I feel the skin covering my toes detach from myself and overlap over his. I feel pricks as our nerves entangle together. His legs then digests mine, inflating themselves from my added mass. My skin constricts in turn around his legs, crushing them from all sides. From the depths of my body, a moan in his voice escapes my still-hanging mouth. Skin constricts even tighter and I wince in anticipation from the pain. Instead, I am met with pleasure as nerves fire and I reconnect to my new legs. Oh my god. This was everything… I’ve never been this tall nor my legs this muscular.

I wait in anticipation of his next move. His arms unfurl from their place, and I watch them slip over my shoulders. I look hungrily at my soon-to-be biceps. Yummy. This time, I put no resistance, as readily I allow his pythons to coil around my two stick-appendages. I give these arms of mine to him willingly, which he happily assimilates. Then, a massive tension in the skin of my arms, as they are forced to spread out, rocketed outwards from the mass of his flesh filling into them. By all accounts, it was uncomfortable, but knowing what was soon to come had overwritten any fear, any doubt, any discomfort I could ever have with lust. My arms were never buff, so watching him rearrange his arms to become mine makes me go lightheaded with an abundance of elation and desire. As his nerves join with mine, and I finally feel the strength inherent in my new arms, my head leans back from the sheer sensation of our parts being one. He flexes our new arm together, before caressing it over the imprint of his body still in my chest and stomach. This was a dream come true. Still… more to come.

I watch expectantly as the large mass of his head begins to travel up my neck. I prepare to accept my new self. I could want nothing more than to live as this god of a man as his new flesh. Before his head can reach me, however, I watch as the remainder of his body fill into mine, including that perky ass. My arms are helpless to my whim as he commands them himself. He smears my skin around the outline of his body, slotting his abs over my flat stomach, tracing their indents as they fill over, and giving me the exact very same six-pack I had always fantasized over. He pinches my nipples- holy shit- stretching them forward, before releasing. They rebound back, slotting into their rightfully place- right over his. They’re rock hard.

When the bare outline of his forehead head begins to peek over my neck, I feel him flex our entire body. He tenses our entire form, forcing my skin to compress even tighter around him. He continues until I feel a pop in myself. I look down and see the results. I see his wavy hairs pierce and poke through my skin. The scene was bizarre. He was literally wearing me. Though it was my normally supple skin, it was dotted by the roughness of his hairs. When our pores align, I finally release some excess heat. The scent was immaculate. I sweated his sweat, emanated his scent. By all accounts, I am his body. There would be no turning back. In the continuing process, I feel his organs and blood rush into mine. He was I and I was him. We now shared the same insides. With his blood rushing through us, I felt invigorated. Fuck. God. This was what he felt like every fucking day. I happily invite his wellspring of strength and energy as my own. This is what I am going to be feeling like every day from now on. We could do a million pushups right now without breaking a sweat. With him driving me, we would be unstoppable. My trance is broken when I noticed my dick in disappointment, unchanged from the whole process.

I licked my lips as his head finally slotted over mine. I screamed from the pain of my face being stretched out to accommodate both of ours. He had far better control of us and instead contorted my outer face into a crooked smile. He began panting and moaning as the force of my skin stuck our heads closer and closer together. At long last, I feel sweet release when some arbitrary barrier inside me breaks and a spark lights in me as his head accelerates and smashes into mine. I welcome him inside with open ‘arms’. ‘I want you inside me.’

He complies, greedily overlaying his very being into me. In all my memory, in all my thoughts, feelings, perversions, there he was and there he would be. I yield them all willingly, allowing him to become me, to transcend me. Our shared eyes close from the wealth of new identity he has captured as he and I become one. We would have each other in a way no one else ever could. It was beyond intimacy. With his tongue inside mine, he sticks it out of my face with a sneer. It’s a face I never made, but with our new selves, this just felt right. He guides them over my teeth. My jaw redefines itself on his terms, nose corrects itself to his shape. Altogether, he was wearing me as his own, comfortably taking and rearranging me to be a better vessel for him. Fuck did it feel good to be his outer shell. I think we both looked better like this- greater than the sum of our parts.

Dirty, lewd thoughts mix with my own as his personality bleeds into mine. I reflexively try to shake it off, but he is relentless. In his barrage of self into me, tears well in my face. Still… he continues to inject more and more of his self into me. And then... I finally let go. This felt good. Being his. Who’s to say if it was my thoughts on their own or our combined derangement, but the thought of him forever using me, forever being me? Sheer Fucking Ecstasy. This felt great. He subjugates my sense of self to forever be a part of him but I offer it willingly. Becoming me probably shaved a few years off him. Like my skin, He stretches my personality around his, further and further until we congeal into one. Goddamn. Fuck Yeah. This is fucking great. We lick our lips.

I feel a rush of confidence. The new me is brimming with it. We are alpha. My mouth and body move in a way that was alien to myself. He stands up straighter and cracks our neck, getting comfortable in our new form. We take our first real breath together as a new person, taking in more air than my old lungs had been used to. Amazing.

Then, his hormones rush through our body. Fuck. I feel an outpouring of raw, sexual energy. Our body steams up in the heat- look at me, who wouldn’t- and, before I could react further, he starts pumping my dick in manic glee. Fuck. As it stiffens, I hit my old body’s limit. Average. Our grin widens by his command. “Time for an upgrade, baby” I say with a jock-like inflection in my voice. It sounds immediately comfortable, self-assured, and it rolls off my new tongue naturally. It feels wholly unnatural. He speaks in a lower register than I normally do. Still I yield to him, trusting in my new owner and allowing his parts to coalesce into my vocal chords. A disturbing itch runs through my throat as our voices meld together but I know it’s for the best. This newer, hotter me needs a newer, hotter voice. We take a deep breath before roaring “FUUUUUCK YEAH! Muuuuch better!” in a voice that resembled a harmonius mix both of ours.

The itch courses through the rest of my body as I allow him to fully wear the rest of me. He brings my head to face the new me in the mirror for a closeup giving another wink. Beautiful. I watch as my eyes water uncontrollably. His amber eyes then eclipse mine, and we blink away the tears. In my head, I feel his thick, wavy hair push out beside my own, as my old hair merge into his. In its place, we now wear a crown of his hair signifying my new place as royalty. He drags my now-vascular hand across our chin, pulling slightly while a bit of scruff grows where bare skin used to be. He quickly nods our new head in approval as more of my features contort to accommodate their new owner. Yeah. We were fucking hot.

Then, I feel his thick dick slot into mine, filling it out. Jesus fucking christ it was so big. It stretches me further and further, until I am hit by another wave of paralysis, until my skin snaps back into his, constricting weapon and sheath together. The sheer pressure merges them into one. Goddamn we were huge. Our shared tongue hangs from our open mouth, as we release a massive wave of cum. It rockets everywhere, covering me in my new, alpha seed. We sample a taste of our shared genetics. Fucking delicious.

God we were so hot together. The feeling is surreal. There was nothing like it in the world. I was forever his. I am wrack in permanent pleasure from being us. He walks over to his old pile of clothes, putting them on. As they brush over my new body, I am flush with a sense of completeness. A perfect match.

---End---

Ok, Ok, so not as ‘light’ as I would have expected. I was gonna make something cute for Valentines day, but got sidetracked by... I mean... look at him.

#male possession #male shapeshift #male body suit #male transformation

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kachuuyaa · 3 years

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— MAPLE LEAVES AND BLACKOUT DREAMS.

11072021 ; g.i oneshot , gn!reader , bsd!reader .. again

genre ; fluff

includes ; spoilers for the latest archon quest... ig... one mention of fyodor, gods and heavenly powers, INAZUMA ..a...a.... kazuha is intrigued by you go you go! subtle flirting probably

characters ; kazuha, beidou, paimon (platonic), aether (platonic)

synopsis ; Only one human could make another feel safe in this world of faux bliss. (In which you meet the wandering samurai from Inazuma.)

author's notes ; so sorry if you're tired of my bsd!reader content but it won't stopYaba dasabadaba yoobabababa (blow!) Moosay Abalaba dooba, cadoosay (cadoosay) Metamorphosis aporphis of morkle laborth laba gorbalib (laboratory)

It has not been long since the reunion between the twins, and Aether seemed melancholic throughout your journey back to Liyue. It was to be expected, really. You knew it all along, yet you didn’t bother to tell him. It was quite easy to figure out, actually, yet you do not want to add on to the suspicion brought upon you. You don’t bother to confront him after that, not wanting to make any mistakes during your conversation with him. Completely blocking Paimon and Aether’s discussions, your eyes fixated themselves on the sleeping Chuuya on your shoulder.

He has been sleeping a lot, you realized, wiggling a bit on your shoulder, he rested his small head on your neck. You smiled to yourself, he was quite cute. You did not want to venture into Liyue Harbor for multiple reasons, if you were on the watchlist of the Knights, there is no doubt you are on the watchlist of the Millelith. “Hey, [Name],” Paimon’s voice entered your ears, getting your attention. You turned your head carefully so as to not wake the sleeping Chuuya on your shoulder, bored eyes staring at Paimon. “Ah-” she stuttered, “do you… possibly know how to get to Inazuma?” she asked meekly, nervousness coating her features-- she was still afraid of you. Well, after the meeting between the twins, how could she not? You were certainly at the top of her “Do Not Piss Off” list.

Inazuma. A beautiful nation shrouded with darkness and all things far from heavenly. You have heard of the nation, never being able to step inside, so you resort to the wind; it gives you information on anything and everything. The rumors of you and the ballads of the ancient traverse through the winds you depend on for information, and it has not let you down. Chuuya would also eavesdrop on others for information, his short stature giving an advantage. He would keep the information for himself, for angry squeaks are the only thing that leaves his tiny mouth.

So, no, you do not know how to get there. You may hold the fate of the world in your hands, able to make even the strongest of archons bow at your feet by a simple wave of your hand. Veins pumping with the blood of another world, and another world is where you reign and have died. This world is merely but a fleeting one, you assumed, and while you may have unimaginable battle prowess and an equally indestructible and flawless ability, you simply do not care. Who are you to care about a world which has no meaning to you? You belong here, yet you don’t have an obligation to protect it. Even the archons-- the so-called “protectors” of Teyvat, had destroyed a nation made by mortal hands.

The gods here were as selfish as the ones you have read before you’ve ever come here. Your life was held in another, chained, captive in another's hands. And even though you were free by being released-- reincarnated in another world (you can’t say another life; you know it’s a continuation of your previous one, how stupid), you know you were bound to experience the selfishness of the gods, those replicating what you have seen in mortals. “No, I don’t.” You sighed, looking back at the sea. The sea has always been a peaceful place, an abyss with numerous undiscovered creatures residing in it. “There must be someone you know..” You trailed off, still focusing on the scenery before you. Unsurprisingly, Paimon snapped Aether out of his reverie and called out his name. “Oh. Let me try and think of someone…” Aether began to think, but Paimon interrupted his train of thought before he could form a name. “Paimon’s thought of someone already -- Atsuko, in Liyue Harbor! She’s from Inazuma!” Paimon exclaimed, waving her tiny arms in the air, ushering both you and Aether to Liyue Harbor, yet you were quick to decline her offer. Dismissing her invitation, you waved your hand, and said, “No, No. People wouldn’t want to see someone like me venturing with the bigshot of Teyvat.” You said, a slight tease coated in your tone.

The traveling duo had to think about your words, you were right-- in a sense, yet they did not want to leave you alone. (they were completely disregarding the existence of a Chuuya-fied wisp sleeping soundly on your shoulder.) “Aww!” Paimon whined, “Paimon wanted [Name] to come with us!” Aether simply laughed, and nodded his head, standing up. “Well, if we find a way to get there, you will join us, alright?” He asked you, but it didn’t seem like a question, it was a demand, really. Deadpanning, you nodded your head, assuring that you will, in fact, travel with them after consulting Atsuko.

You lowered your presence before venturing to the foot of Liyue, trying to conceal yourself from wandering eyes. Aether and Paimon were barely in your peripheral vision and trying to hear their conversation with the Inazuma citizen was even harder. As if on cue, Chuuya squeaked, trying to get your attention, and you faced the tiny wisp who twirled around the air, orange particles following suit. “Ah, you want to eavesdrop?” you questioned, trying to understand his body movements. A little nod with a squeak of approval was what you received in return, and you allowed him to do so. You may not understand his body movements most of the time-- but hey, you try. The wisp navigates its way to where Paimon and Aether were, making sure that he was unseen and unnoticed by the passerby. Thankfully, though, he was.

After a bit of eavesdropping, he returned back to you, and you ultimately did not get what he meant, until he gestured-- with his head-- the direction of Guyun Stone Forest. You could only assume that much. Shortly after, Paimon and Aether returned to you both, and you turned to face them, awaiting their statement. “Uh- alright,” Paimon started, unable to look you in the eye. You found her nervousness quite hilarious, your mouth forming a smirk in amusement. Despite being small, yet wasn’t hesitant to voice out anything on her mind, was afraid of a mere human like you. “Atsuko told us that we must meet with the .. Crux.” The Crux, you have heard tell of their captain and their victories. How could you not? The strange relationship between the Tianquan and the captain was being spread throughout Liyue, including their many stories in the sea. The reputation The Crux has gotten for their many bone-chilling and jaw-dropping experiences was enough to make you interested. “Continue,” You replied, eyes analytical, boring into poor Paimon’s eyes. She shrieked, and silently pleaded to Aether to continue where she left off.

Chuuya, on the other hand, was snickering mentally, not only because of Paimon’s cowardice but also because of Aether’s hesitance to respond. He opted to let out squeaks that resembled laughter. Paimon jerked her head to the wisp, comical steam escaping her ears. “Stop laughing, you orange dwarf!” She stomped her legs, and you had to hold back your laughter. Aether cleared his throat, and Paimon halted her actions. “We must find Captain Beidou, the leader of the Crux.” He said calmly, and you nodded your head. Chuuya was sulking on your shoulder, forming a little ball. How cute, you think, and stood up to follow Paimon and Aether to their destination.

Guyun Stone Forest. An infamous landmark created by the spears of the Lord of Geo, known to hold an ancient god, Osial, one you were most familiar with after the battle that forced him to retreat yet again. Guyun Stone Forest was known to house the Hypostasis that you severely resented, as well as other monsters of each variety. It was a place created by a god, and it houses an ancient one-- waiting to awaken yet again. Some say that if you come by at night, you would experience the bloodshed and the defeat of Osial vividly, memories of the god experiencing his demise would flash through your head like a slideshow.

Soon enough, you both were able to board the Crux without unnecessary mishaps, you trailing behind Aether and Paimon, your presence still unnoticed by the rest of the crew. Chuuya was settled atop your head, seldomly wiggling to find a place to relax. He was still awake, though, that was enough. Aether’s footsteps alerted Beidou, who was currently talking to an unknown stranger you have never seen before, and it seems like Aether was unfamiliar with him, too.

“Hmm? Who’ve we got here…” Beidou turned to face Aether, and you moved to the side, out of Beidou’s peripheral vision. A flash of realization took over the captain’s features, and said, “Wait, I know you. You’re that traveler, Aether, aren’t you?” She questioned, “The one who fought against the Fatui and Osial, right?” She added. Aether blinked, processing her words. Yeah, he did all those, and it should be a given that his achievements were recognized, but a look of confusion would tell you otherwise. “Have we met?” He asked in response. He was a busy man, accepting commissions from complete strangers in both nations without hesitation, and they might remember him, but do not expect this man to remember you-- at all. He chooses not to remember irrelevant people.

Their conversation was not yours to mind, instead, looking out to sea. It was far more interesting than what you’re hearing, all too familiar with what they’re talking about. Feeling a pair of eyes on you, you shrugged it off, too immersed in the beauty of the sea in front of you. Beidou’s loud voice boomed, entering your ears, which snapped you out of your thoughts. “Judging by the clothes on your back and this floating thing-- and you! Another companion, perhaps?” Before Paimon could talk back to the captain, her eyes followed Beidou’s finger, which was pointing to you.

You stared back at them, your eyes swirling with amusement and recognition. “Hi.” you greeted, you were not one for formal greetings. “[Name], traveling partner--” Beidou’s voice interrupted you before you could finish, “aren’t you the suspicious fellow the Millelith was to keep track of?” Ah. So she knows. Who wouldn’t, really? Your supposed title along with Aether’s name being spread throughout Teyvat, one outshining the other. You were feared, unlike Aether, who was respected throughout the continent, yet you were one who they would want to avoid-- to show you who you need to respect. Although that didn’t bother you, it certainly irritated Paimon and Aether.

“They’re my traveling companion-- my friend.” Aether emphasized the word ‘friend’, making you smile fondly at the boy. Paimon nodded vigorously, and Beidou let it slide, albeit hesitant in doing so. “I’ll let it slide, for now.” She monotonously said, eyeing you and Aether, “but if you do something sketchy, I won’t hesitate to do something to you.” She threatened, making Paimon yelp and hide behind Aether, while you smirked in amusement. “A deal’s a deal, captain.” You muttered, turning your back on her to face the scenery you were focusing on. “And by the way, Paimon’s not ‘floating thing,’ it’s Paimon!” She said, shouting each vowel of her name.

“Paimon… hmm..” Those words that belonged to a foreign voice caught everyone’s attention-- excluding Chuuya’s, who was too entertained by the floating particles around his body-- to turn to said man. “What a fascinating being. You two give off not only the essence of wind and earth,” He paused, “but also of… yes… the stars…” He concluded. You blinked, “Eh? The fragrance of what now?” Paimon questioned, confusion lacing her tone, “That’s the weirdest compliment Paimon’s ever heard.” She muttered, and the mysterious man turned to you. “But you… you give off the essence of the stars, and the aura of the divine.” He stated, while you turned to him, and said, “Is that an insult?” You voiced out, while he merely chuckled and shook his head. “Pay it no heed… I mean only to say I am certain… that it is by fate, not chance alone, that we should meet… and that gives our encounter meaning.”

You couldn’t bother to listen to their conversation, for you were not included. Yet you managed to catch his name, Kaedehara Kazuha. Upon studying his appearance more, you realized that he was not local. The frame around his vision confirmed your assumptions, and you could only wonder what that frame came from. Where he came from, exactly. There was an oddly calming and melancholic aura emanating from the man behind you, and it may look like he was aware of it, too. The group exchanged words relating to something about a Crux Clash, something you have never heard of before. Leaning forward to the railings, you let Chuuya sit on your shoulder while nuzzling his face on your neck. Sleepy, he was, all the time. Though that didn’t bother you, really.

“Does your friend over there have some experience in fighting?” I think they do, considering their unusually suspicious yet powerful aura, Beidou wanted to add, yet she refused those words to slip past her tongue. Aether knew you never wanted to be put in the spotlight, to be the center of attraction even for a few minutes, all of those things irked you. Even though you were the center of attraction back in your past life-- for all the right reasons, you don’t want it to happen again. Tranquility is what you desire. You were offered the curse of the gods and the blessing of death, yet tranquility is what truly made you feel human amidst everything else.

Everything passes, tranquility doesn’t. “They would probably decline if you asked them.” He said, it was the truth, really. “They’re not one for formal events,” He trailed off, running out of reasons for vouching for you. You were a mysterious individual, and while you have been their traveling companion for quite some time, you still left lingering questions on your trail. Curiosity swirling in his eyes whenever he manages to take a good look at you, wondering what you are-- who exactly you were. Perhaps being mysterious came with good looks. “Oh? Is that so?” She quirked an eyebrow and glanced at your figure before tearing her gaze back to the traveler. “Yeah, they're a tough one!” Paimon exclaimed, “They don’t fight unless necessary!” Paimon then added, recalling your previous statements to the pixie. You were ruthless and merciless in battle, cunning in strategy, resorting to being the brains between the duo. That doesn’t excuse your methodical and malicious way of swerving through the situation, however.

“I’m not interested.” Your sharp voice cuts through the conversation, dismissing every thought the wandering samurai and the captain may have had. Still facing the sea, elbows on the railings of the ship. “You, too, are not interested in the masterless vision?” Kazuha asked, and you nodded. “I am only interested in following Aether.” You uttered nonchalantly, and a blush rose to Aether’s cheeks, quickly faltering. “Well, it seems like the traveler will only be partaking in the event. Let’s get you signed up, yeah?” she questioned, “Head to the tournament arena in Guyun Stone Forest. Kazuha and I will be over soon.” She smiled, clasping her hands together. Before anyone could say anything else, you disappeared. (poof! You’re gone, and honestly, it’s a surprise that no one noticed Chuuya, at all.)

Beidou turned to look at you, yet you were gone. All that was left was a little wisp with orange particles surrounding its body. It seemed to be looking around frantically, beady eyes locking with ruby-colored ones. It blinked, and it disappeared as soon as they made eye contact. Was that [Name]? The captain blinked and shrugged her shoulders. It would be an understatement to say that both of them were confused, they genuinely thought that you turned into a wisp. Kazuha’s face remained neutral, yet there was a lingering swirl of amusement in those vermillion hues of his. “Well, well. It seems like it will only be a matter of time before the answer is revealed.” (AWOOOOAOAOAOAO WOOOF WOOF. anyway.)

You didn’t want to be noticed by the Liyue participants, having been popular on the list of suspicious individuals. You knew that if they saw you, even if it was just a glimpse, they would panic. So, what was the best option? Well-- hide, obviously. You were sat atop one of the spears, right above the reception area. The endless praises coming from the other competitors soon reached your ears, but that didn’t make you interested. They have only witnessed him in his power, but were they able to walk alongside him? You didn’t think so, besides, they’re but mere specks of dust in his house of memories. You crossed your legs, blocking out any sounds entering your ears. That is until a familiar squeak is what you heard. Looking to your left, you saw a visibly furious wisp. When you landed your eyes on him, he started smacking your head as if he was scolding you-- well, he was. In his tiny little head, he was cursing you out, and he had embarrassed himself in front of two complete strangers. You laughed, not quite loud, and gently encased your hands on his tiny body. He slept after that.

You only watched some of Aether’s matches before you appeared-- out of nowhere-- behind Beidou and Kazuha. The samurai noticed your peculiar presence the second you got there, really, you had a very, very unique scent. He would describe it as flowers-- laid out in a field, wilting ever so slowly. An enigma that presents itself as a gentle soul, malicious in movement and methodical if necessary. You had eyes that resembled that of a certain archon he grew to despise, yet he failed to sense any correlation between the two of you. If he had, though, he would be utterly speechless that you haven’t stolen him away, yet. You presented yourself as swift in movement and uninterested in talking, although he noticed a playful side that you only revealed to Aether. He now realized that you weren’t the wisp that disappeared after a few double takes, situated on your shoulder. Even that small wisp radiated the same aura that you did.

Just who were you? Kazuha couldn’t decipher you that much, he thinks he has only so little information about you, and he was right. You were a black and white canvas, one who presents themselves as plain, quiet, yet you were familiar with all emotions at once. The ability to be stoic and to have separate personalities were one of your most prominent features, being able to lure your target into a seemingly well-made trap. Your eyes were closed, listening to the waves meeting the sand, oh, how you missed that sound.

The waves crashing never failed to land a small smile on your face, unnoticed by many, tranquility was the only word you would describe the sounds the oceans make. Calming, it was. Beidou’s laugh entered your ears, “I knew I wouldn’t regret choosing you as the favourite!” You opened your eyes slightly, directing your sharp eyes to Aether and Paimon. “So what do you think, Kazuha? [Name]? He totally dominated that guy, and did it with style, too!” She said, visible pride laced within her words. To be fair, you were proud of Aether as well, but your pride was overshadowed by nonchalance. “Impressive,” Kazuha praised, “But I also observed our favorite exercise some restraint, as if to protect the opponent from harm.” He added, and paused, turning to look at you. “Ah,” you uttered, “Good work, Aether.” you were simple, Aether knew that, yet you never praised him verbally, resorting to ruffling his hair. It did not fail to make him smile, though. Paimon smiled brightly, for that was the first time she heard those words slip past your lips. You smiled gently, genuinely, and whispered, “I know you will win.”

Paimon was ready to cry then and there. Comical tears run down her face, hugging you from the neck, “Paimon didn’t know you could be so nice!” Her voice was shaky, yet you laughed in faux offense and Aether smiled, and whispered a ‘thank you', in response. Beidou laughed heartily, and Kazuha crossed his arms with a small smirk. So not only were you playful, you had a soft spot for Aether! Lovers, perhaps? Softly chuckling, you leaned back to the stone behind you, letting your eyelids rest. As the wind kissed your face you were vaguely reminded of the man beside you, yet you made no intent to look at him. You were only brought back to reality when Beidou told Aether that he would be put in the semi-finals, and you nodded in agreement. Aether smiled, his eyes forming crescents, and sent you a thumbs up in return.

After quite a long wait, it was time for the semi-finals. After some words from Kazuha and the announcement from Beidou, you patted Aether’s back gently and gave him a look that said ‘you can do this’. Well, needless to say, he was quite hyped after that exchange. Chuuya squeaked from beside you, and you let him start floating on your shoulder. This attracted Kazuha’s attention, “What’s that?” He asked, the words spilling out of his mouth before he could ever give it a thought. Chuuya and you side-eyed him, and said, “ah. This little guy?” You pointed to Chuuya, and it seemed angered at your comment. “This guy’s Nakahara. A… memoir of a... friend, in short.” Said wisp halted its actions, although it didn’t go unnoticed by both of you. “Hm, fascinating. You two carry the same aura.” You remained silent for the most part, yet a simple sigh escaped your lips. “Hm, do we?” You muttered, softly patting the wisp’s head with your pointer finger. It seemed delighted, unconsciously leaning to your touch. “Perhaps we do,” you whispered, knowing the truth behind this small wisp below your finger. “Do you… perhaps… have some history with this creature?” He asked, curiosity and attentiveness evident in his wine-colored eyes. You paused for a moment, thinking of your words. “Well, if you phrase it like that, then… sort of, yeah.” He nodded after your confirmation, yet your answers only made him insatiable; there were still so many questions he’d want to ask you, yet he knows you won’t provide for the insatiable. You never do.

After the match, you observed Aether ask other people for information about his final opponent. You weren’t bothered to watch the matches that didn’t involve him, however, entertaining Chuuya in the process whenever he wasn’t on the battlefield. But from the observations of Beidou and Kazuha, you were able to identify that seemingly suspicious man. Your intuition was never wrong, of course. He was described to be agile, swift, and seemingly formidable in battle. Well, you would be lying if he doesn’t remind you of someone you were previously acquainted with. “Wah! Paimon is starting to think that [Name] here is our final opponent!” You blinked, dismissing Paimon’s words. “Eh? No, no, no.” You shook your head, “what makes you think that?” you asked, and Paimon scratched her head, “eh… you are fast as well! Fast on your feet! Strong too! You and our opponent are far too similar!” Paimon complained, stomping her feet in the air like a child. “Now that’s just… insulting.” You muttered, and Kazuha chuckled. “Oh? How so?” He queried. You shook your head, “I would prefer to keep my prideful remarks to myself.” and Chuuya shook his head vigorously, denouncing your statement, squeaking in retaliation. Beidou’s voice cut through your conversation, stirring the topic into the final battle.

You, again, did not bother to listen, closing your eyes until someone catches your attention. Words were exchanged between the 3 elemental wielders, and the voice that snaps you out of your reverie was none other than Aether’s, “Can [Name] come too?” You snapped your eyes open, staring at Aether, waiting for him to continue. When he didn’t, you spoke up, “Where, exactly?” Paimon cut through the discussion, “With Kazuha!” and a flash of realization flooded her features, “Wait, Aether, why do you want them to come exactly?” Her voice was laced with a slight tease, and a sly smile formed on her lips, making Aether pinch her cheeks and stick his tongue out when he heard her whine. Beidou did not want to interrupt, but you know what kind of thoughts are forming on the captain’s mind. Something about “are they together?” Well, something like that. Kazuha, on the other hand, never once failed to show amusement during their exchanges, especially when the topic is about you. “Well, that’s settled, come with me. Some post-match entertainment is in order.”

What you didn’t expect is that he’d completely focus on Aether in the secluded place he led you both to. “Now that we’re alone, let me cut to the heart of the matter.” He began, he eyed Aether, then to your still, peaceful figure. Seemed like Chuuya was sleeping, once again. “Traveler, you are skilled in manipulating the elements.” He began, and that is when you snapped your eyes to Kazuha, fully invested in the conversation as if you weren’t resting your eyes ten seconds ago. Kazuha brushed off your intense gaze on him, and continued, “And not just a single element, but multiple, is that correct?” You weren’t shocked, no. You witnessed it firsthand, and all the subtle attempts to cover up Aether’s otherworldly ability were futile when it came to you. Besides, you were capable of revealing even the smallest details.

“Although I cannot make sure of [Name], while yours were not as subtle as you presume, they give me an unfamiliar aura. One I cannot discern,” He uttered, turning to face and making eye contact with you. “Now, then, may I be so bold to inquire just what power you hold?” Despite the soft tone he presented you with, you still denied it. “I do not have such power as you may think I do.” You shut down his question, “I may hold the aura of the gods, but I do not have any affiliation with them.” You said sternly, hoping that he would dismiss this subject, and swallow up your lies. If anyone knew about your ability and the status you had compared to the gods above, including Chuuya’s, everyone would be against you. The sheer power you hold in your body surpasses that of bygone gods and wandering travelers. You were an unstable yet powerful force, never truly revealing your plans, and never using the ability you were cursed to use again. You never used it to spite the gods who have cursed you in the world you know you will never fit in. You were anything but human in this world of selfish souls, well, you know who would agree with you. (you know Fyodor would have a field day if he was here.)

Although you remained composed and stoic, you silently wished Kazuha would let you slip past his questions. He was, obviously, completely oblivious to your thoughts. Kazuha wasn’t oblivious about your power, though, you knew he knew that you have one. After that exchange, you completely retracted yourself from the conversation, simply observing the two who discussed Aether’s powers and skills. You didn’t miss the slight concern that Paimon held towards you, though. You didn’t like talking; to strangers, especially. Save for your interrogation victims back in the day, in meetings, you usually butt in when necessary, or riling up the boss and Chuuya whenever you felt like doing so. The only relevant thing to come out of the conversation you listened to was everything relating to Inazuma. Ah, so that’s where he came from. No wonder the frame encasing his vision looked foreign to you. You briefly made eye contact with Kazuha, and you recognized that look in his eyes. As if he was still wary of you, and your motives.

Truth is, he was completely intrigued because of you. Still wary-- yet enamored. He knows you are observant, calculating, and seemingly notorious due to all of these traits, including your intimidating appearance. You carry yourself with utmost royalty, independent in all situations, and overpowering most of your enemies with ease. He could tell by your scent that you were one to be avoided, and one who is more powerful than most vision wielders-- scratch that, maybe all. Although that would be an overstatement to some, he just has this feeling that you are stronger than you present yourself as. That was true, obviously. What is a mysterious person without their secrets? He secretly hoped he did not give you a bad impression, for you were a mysterious one who attracts even the wisest of men. He’ll make sure to ask Aether about you, even if it’s just the simplest of information. He was certain that he hears all things in nature, yet you were one who grew in a field of foreign flowers. That, he cannot decipher.

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