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asbealthgn · 1 year

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(i am not immune to peer pressure so here's a continuation. part one here)

It’s so rare that Steve meets anyone nice anymore.

It’s just hard to find people. Dating apps suck, and ever since Robin and Nancy got together, they hardly ever want to go to bars together. And what’s he supposed to do, just drink alone and hope he stumbles across someone?

Well, that’s exactly what happened today, sans drinking. He was heading for the bus stop, a tiny bit lost but he had a map and was pretty sure he could figure it out. He realizes he’s a tiny bit directionally challenged, and he’s still relatively new in town, and Robin and Nancy just moved to a new place, so it all came together to mean that getting there would take some puzzling out. All the same, he was prepared to figure it out on his own right up until he saw the super hot guy sitting at the bus stop and figured a little help couldn’t hurt.

And that’s how Steve ended up with an unexpected date (sort of) to Robin and Nancy’s baby shower (not a real baby shower).

Robin answers the door and smiles, then does a double take when she sees Eddie. Whoops, Steve probably should have texted her that he was bringing someone. He’d gotten a little caught up in the moment.

“Hey, hope you don’t mind I brought a plus one,” Steve says, hugging her before walking inside. Eddie follows him.

“No, no, that’s fine,” Robin says, voice a little strange as they take their shoes off and she shuts the door. “We’re all in the living room.”

They follow her through the kitchen and into the living room where half a dozen calico kittens and several adults are on the floor.

“Oh my God, they’re adorable,” Eddie says, leaving Steve’s side to get down next to the kittens. Steve gets a huge smile watching him. Fuck, he’s super hot and he’s now holding a tiny kitten, cooing at it? Steve might just get on one knee right now. Or both knees. Honestly, either one works.

If he were paying more attention to literally anything other than Eddie, Steve would notice that nearly everyone else in the room is also staring at Eddie. The only exception to that is El, who’s sitting cross-legged on the floor with the mama cat in her lap, both watching the kittens with the same wide-eyed intensity.

There’s a tap on Steve’s shoulder, and he turns to look at Robin. “Can we talk for a sec?” she asks, voice still odd.

“Yeah,” he says and follows her back into the kitchen.

She crosses her arms and leans back against the counter. “So are you gonna tell me what Eddie Munson is doing in our living room?”

“Oh, have you already met him?” Steve asks.

Her eyes widen. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Uh. Yes?”

“Steve, that’s Eddie Munson,” she says, “From Corroded Coffin?”

“From what?” he asks, though as she says, it does sound a tiny bit familiar.

“Corroded Coffin?” she says, “It’s that band the kids love. Along with like half of America if they’re not completely scandalized by them.”

“So what, you’re trying to tell me Eddie’s famous?” Steve asks. Robin nods. “Hold on, this isn’t like Paul all over again, is it?” Paul was a guy Steve briefly dated a few years ago, and Robin had somehow convinced Steve that he was an Olympic athlete. In his defense, she had mocked up some seriously convincing news articles.

But Robin is shaking her head. “No, I’m serious this time,” she says. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone. After a second she turns it around to show him the Google results for Eddie Munson. There are a lot of red carpets and pictures of him onstage. And damn, Eddie seriously is so hot.

“Alright, well, you definitely didn’t have time to photoshop these,” Steve mutters. Robin nods, patting him on the shoulder. How did he accidentally bring a famous guy over?

Just then, Eddie comes into the kitchen, a kitten in his hands.

“Stevie, look at her,” he says, holding the kitten up.

Stevie? Robin mouths. Steve kicks her as he reaches out to scratch under the kitten’s chin. It mews at him.

“I asked Nancy—she’s terrifying, by the way,” Eddie adds to Robin, “And she said I can keep her.” He lifts the kitten to his face and it purrs as it rubs its cheek against Eddie’s. Steve is actually going to combust.

“Alright, well, I’m heading back in,” Robin says, voice back to that strained quality as she escapes the kitchen. Eddie doesn’t seem to notice, too busy whispering praise to the kitten.

Steve scratches under its chin again and it purrs at him. “What’re you gonna name her?” he asks.

“Don’t know yet,” Eddie says, “Isn’t she per—oh, hold on.” His phone is ringing, so he moves the kitten to one hand as he reaches into his pocket and pulls it out. “Hey Gar….Yeah, ‘cause you abandoned me….No, I’m in Japantown getting a kitten….No, that’s not a euphemism….Listen, I’m kinda busy, I’ll call you later, alright?…Yeah, see you, man.”

While he was talking, the kitten clawed its way up Eddie’s shirt and into his hair. “What’re you doing in there, sweet girl?” he asks, tucking his phone back into his pocket and reaching for the kitten. It’s gotten very tangled in his curls, though, and apparently really likes being there.

“Lemme help you,” Steve says, stepping closer to Eddie and extricating the kitten. Eddie’s hair is very soft. Good to know. “Here you go,” he says, holding the kitten out for him.

“One sec,” Eddie says. He ties his hair up quickly (also hot, fuck) before taking the kitten back. He boops noses with it. “Such a mischievous little girl.”

“Well, can you blame her?” Steve asks. He brushes a loose curl behind Eddie’s ear. “Your hair seems like a nice place to be.”

Eddie smiles at him, a dimple appearing on his cheek. “I’ll be honest, Stevie,” he says, voice getting a little lower as he moves closer, boxing Steve against the counter. “At first I just came along because you’re gorgeous, but I think I’ve fallen in love.” He holds up the kitten in one hand.

“You think I’m gorgeous?” Steve asks, feeling his face heat.

“‘Course I do, big boy,” Eddie says, leaning closer and putting his free hand on the counter by Steve’s hip.

Maybe this is stupid and way too forward, but Eddie is so dreamy with his eyes and his dimple and his hair and the kitten in his hand, so Steve leans in and kisses him. It’s a little relieving when Eddie kisses him back, free hand lifting to his hair while Steve wraps his arms around his waist.

Steve doesn’t notice the front door opening or a new group of people that includes Dustin Henderson coming inside. He doesn’t notice them entering the kitchen and freezing as they take in the scene.

That is, not until Dustin shouts, “Holy shit, is that Eddie Munson?”

tagging a few people who asked for a continuation/asked to be tagged (sorry if i missed anyone!): @nburkhardt @stargyles @csinnamon-fox @manda-panda-monium @silly-jellyghoty @lifeisnotsobadonceyoustopcaring @starquirk

edit to add that this ficlet is complete and the last part is here

#gareth after finally coming to pick up eddie: oh my god that wasn't a euphemism??#meanwhile eddie is just sitting there grinning like an idiot holding a kitten in one hand and steve's hand in the other #okay also everyone's tags on the last one were amazing #i wish i could have stolen all of your ideas but they did not all fit together #unfortunately #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet

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the-himawari · 2 months

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A3! Outing Event Translation - You're my first and last love. (3/11)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Sakyo: —Everyone’s here now. These are our team members this time.

Masumi: …

Hisoka: Zzz…

Sakuya: I'm looking forward to working together, Azami-kun!

Azami: Yeah. Even though our teams were picked by lottery, I don’t like the fact I ended up on the same team as shitty Sakyo. But you’re here too, Sakuya-san. So I’m sure it’ll work out fine.

Sakuya: Ehh! Um… let’s do our best together!

Misumi: What a surprise though, huh~? I never thought we’d also ending up doing something at that place!

*flashback starts*

Izumi: Welcome home, everyone! I sent you guys a LIME earlier. Did you see it?

Masumi: Yeah. We were surprised since we were right by the venue when we got your message.

Izumi: Huh? Really? What an amazing coincidence.

Misumi: We were with a lost kitty!

Izumi: A kitty?

Masumi: Don’t worry about it. Continue.

Izumi: Ah, sure. I heard that Veludo City was also involved in the construction of this event hall. And so, apparently they’re reaching out to stores and groups that have a connection with Veludo City to participate in the event hall’s grand opening.

Misumi: That sounds fun~!

Izumi: Right. I think it’s going to be lively… but truth be told, the main details of the event haven’t been finalized yet. They said that as long as it fits the theme of “White Day”, then we’re free to do whatever we want…

Masumi: That sounds reckless…

Izumi: Ahaha… the hall was just built, after all. I heard another reason for that is so they can consider how to use the hall and which groups to invite afterwards, based on the event.

Azami: In other words, it’s a trial event.

Izumi: I suppose so. The days and times that each group can use the hall have already been allocated. We get to use the hall for a full day.

Hisoka: …That’s quite a long time.

Izumi: I think so too. That’s why I haven’t fully decided what we’re going to do as MANKAI Company.

Misumi: Ooh, let’s open a triangle shop! We’ll stock up on lots of triangle items!

Hisoka: A marshmallow shop…

Azami: Err, you’re the only ones who would be into that.

Izumi: We can think about whether it’s do-able afterwards. All ideas are welcome right now. Do you have anything, Azami-kun?

Azami: Even if you ask me…

Masumi: What if we do something like a thank you event like Sakuya mentioned before?

Izumi: Hm?

Masumi: If it’s a big event, then everyone’s schools and workplaces might be more flexible, right?

Izumi: Well, that’s true…

Sakyo: —I’m down for that. Let’s start by askin’.

Azami: Ugh, it's shitty Sakyo. Since when were you listenin’?

Sakyo: I just came.

Izumi: …I got it. I think it’d be great if we could do what Sakuya suggested. I’ll run it by everyone and see.

*flashback ends*

Azami: I never actually thought everyone’s schedules would miraculously match up.

Hisoka: Maybe it’s because it was just one day?

Sakyo: Exactly. That venue also has the capacity to let us accomplish what would usually take us several days all in one day. That also helps in a sense.

Azami: Well, we haven’t even decided what we’re gonna do though.

Sakuya: I’m curious what kind of ideas the other teams are going to come up with. But first, we should think about what we’d like to do.

Sakyo: Yeah, as Sakuma said. Does anyone have any ideas right now?

Misumi: Here, heeere! I wanna look for triangles!

Sakyo: MANKAI Company’s fans aside, the regular guests aren’t gonna understand what’s goin’ on.

Sakuya: I think it’s a great idea though. It sounds like something Misumi-san would come up with.

Sakyo: At this rate, all Mikage’s gonna say is marshmallows… Usui, do you have anythin’?

Masumi: No.

Sakyo: You…

Hisoka: Zzz…

Sakyo: Oi, don’t fall asleep.

Misumi: Wanna have a marshmallow, Hisoka?

Hisoka: Thanks.

Azami: *Sigh*… our future looks bleak.

Sakuya: Ahaha…

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#a3!#a3! translation #usui masumi #act! addict! actors!#you're my first and last love

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thru-the-grapevine · 2 years

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Under the Stars

Pairing: Choi San x reader

Summary: The stars decide to spell out your fate with the cute boy who took you stargazing rather clearly, for once.

Word Count: 1.6k

Tags: summer camp au, fluff to end all fluff, also idiocy

You peer up at the universe sprinkled overhead, gnawing your lower lip. “I’m not sure I see it.”

The grass of left outfield shifts beneath the blanket as San scoots a little closer to you. Despite the comfortably warm night, the feeling of his body heat mere inches from your side sends prickles across your skin.

“Okay, look,” San says, lifting his arm and pointing to a cluster of stars. “Starts right there, beneath that really bright one, and it goes down left, and then trails around that way, see?”

You force your gaze away from the contour of his arm and attempt to follow as he traces an outline in the heavens. “And you said it’s…”

“A jellyfish,” he says, and you can hear him grinning. “That spot I just traced is the bell, and then the tentacles—”

“—are just there,” you realize, suddenly seeing the constellation. You snort.

“Nice, right?” San snickers. “I actually felt clever making that one. Okay, your turn.”

“Oh, god,” you mutter, smiling and gazing all across the sky. “Okay, um…”

This is exactly what you’d expected when San asked if you wanted to sneak out to the campground’s baseball field and look at stars. Several other young camp staff you’d been sitting with watched you accept his offer with jealousy, and you knew they were picturing a far more romantic, swoonworthy scene. Something it seemed most of the young camp staff would kill for with San—at least, something they’d kill for now.

Choi San has been your camp bestie since the day you met as kids, when you accidentally spilled green Kool-Aid all over him and he retaliated on purpose with his purple Kool-Aid. He wasn’t one of the cooler kids at camp over the years—too dorky, the other kids said. But that worked out perfectly for you, because you were a dork, too.

It was shocking when he turned up one summer a few years ago when you were counselors and he was…cute. Against your better judgment, it awakened something in you—and, apparently, several other counselors, who were suddenly interested in hanging around him. You tried not to let it boost your ego when he barely noticed them, preferring to stick around you, instead. He was still just as dorky, like nothing had changed, and you wanted to keep it that way, so for the sake of your friendship you fought down any feelings that awakened.

Except they like to re-awaken all the time, as you both continue to grow up and he only gets cuter. A constant battle. You’re running out of room to bury your feelings at this point.

“Aaah, wait—um, uh, um…” you sputter, laughing as San begins humming the Jeopardy theme.

You chance a glance over at him, only to look away again sharply when you see him grinning ear-to-ear at you. Your entire face comes to a boil. Panicked, you fling your arm up and point. “There, take a guess.”

You begin scrutinizing that spot desperately for a form that makes sense as San groans. “No fair, that’s where I was going to pick next.”

“Pff, yeah, what were you gonna pick, a….coiled-up snake?” You retort, tossing the snake idea out the window.

“...Noooo,” he says, then pauses. “Okay, kind of. It was going to be one of those fuzzy worm things, so that doesn’t technically count.”

You snort. “Keep dreaming.”

“What’s yours, then, huh, if you’re so clever?”

“You mean you can’t see it?” You ask, faking offense, wracking your brains for ideas.

“Methinks thou doth protest too much,” San says, and you can hear him smirking.

You huff. “Fine, I’ll tell you, spoilsport. It’s one of those, you know…”

You can definitely hear him grinning now. “You know…?”

At last, inspiration strikes. “It’s an ammonite.”

A moment’s pause, and then San asks, “an ammonite?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know what an ammonite is,” you say, injecting mock horror into your voice. “I remember your dinosaur phase from fourth grade summer too well for that.”

There’s a moment of silence as San scrutinizes the sky.

You smirk the longer he doesn’t reply. “So, you know. An ammonite. Duh.”

“That…” He says, staring at the place you’d pointed out, “…is genius…”

You grin.

“....ly stupid.”

“Hey!” You turn and smack his arm, laughing. “You were going to say it was a fuzzy worm!”

You pointedly ignore how cute his dimples are, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles. “At least mine wasn’t a fossil.”

“You didn’t make any rules except ‘it can’t be boring like a real constellation’!”

“I’m changing the rules now, no fossils.”

You scrunch your face up into an indignant, scowling pout. “Starting now. Mine counts.”

San rolls his eyes, but a grin tugs at his lips. “So needy. Fine, my turn.”

“And you can’t start from where I just made one,” you remind him.

“Yah, who’s in charge here, anyway?” San complains.

You scoff. “Who said anything about someone being in charge? Besides, you’ve got loads of other stars to work with.”

“But I wanted to work with those stars.”

“Bo-ring.”

“Ah come on, they’re all fake constellations anyw—whoa!”

You both jolt, eyes wide, as the brightest shooting star you’ve ever seen hurtles through the sky above. It’s huge, the tail burning fire from one horizon to the other in a brilliant slash.

As quickly as it comes, it fades, but the spell it casts lingers over you both. Both of you fall quiet, staring up into the stars. Everything comes into focus that you hadn’t been aware of before—the soft chirp of crickets from the nearby woods, the barely-there breeze stirring across your legs, the earthy smell of the baseball diamond. How close Choi San is lying next to you, on this blanket, the two of you in a world all your own.

“That was…amazing,” San breathes.

Your throat is dry. All you can do is nod.

“Did you see that?”

“Yeah.”

“It was huge,” he says, shifting a little on the blanket. “I’ve…I feel like I need to make a wish. Should I make a wish?”

You wish your feelings could just go away. “Nah, not on that one. You kidding? It was way too big for just a wish. That was like…a sign, or something.”

San sounds thoughtful. “A sign of what?”

“Like, anything.” Lying here next to him feels more and more dangerous by the second. You sit up, still staring at the sky. “That’s a sign for anything. Like a big thumbs-up, you know? The universe saying, ‘time to go for it’.”

“Go for what?”

“Whatever’s right in front of you, man,” you say, just rambling at this point. “Got a dream school you’re shooting for? Send in the application. Up for that promotion? Assert yourself. Someone you want to see? Gotta shoot your shot. Life’s too short and shooting stars know about it. Like, you saw that one, it was huge and bright and beautiful and it just fizzled…out…”

You stop talking, mind going blank, when you feel San take your hand, twining your fingers together.

You look down at your hands. He really is holding yours; you aren’t just imagining it. His thumb brushes over the back of yours gently, once, twice, and your entire being feels like a live wire.

He clears his throat in the silence that follows. “I, um, then I guess this is just…me, shooting my shot, then.”

Your gaze trails from his hand up his arm, over his shoulder and neck, settling on his face. He’s staring resolutely up at the sky, like the stars have just started tap-dancing. “I mean, you know, if that’s…cool? Maybe? Since you said the star was a sign and not for wishing…maybe this was a bad idea—”

“You’re shooting your shot with me?”

“Not because I don’t like being friends or anything!” San says quickly. “Honestly I haven’t said anything for a while because I didn’t want you to…I guess I was just worried that…and like, we can totally just be friends, that’s super cool, we can just forget this happened at all—”

“Stop talking.”

He falls silent, and you take the moment to calm the veritable tornado of thoughts and feelings whipping through your head at breakneck speeds.

“I…” You trail off. Where are you even supposed to start? “I’m not…I mean, I like being your friend, too, don’t get me wrong, but like…”

You squeeze his hand. “This is cool.”

Slowly, San sits up next to you. “…It is?”

“Way better than cool,” you blurt, feeling your face start to burn again. “I’m…god, San, I’ve liked you a stupidly long time and I didn’t want to blow it and you’re telling me you’re shooting your shot because of a shooting star?”

“Hey, that thing had to be a comet or something,” San said, a slow smile growing over his face. “Like fate. Or an omen.”

“I was talking out of my ass about that earlier,” you tell him, pulse sputtering frantically at the way he’s looking at you.

“No, I think that was the first non-stupid thing you said all night,” San says decidedly. He lifts your joined hands briefly and presses a kiss to the back of yours before letting them drop to his lap.

Your head feels like it’s spinning. “The ammonite wasn’t stupid.”

“It was stupid,” he says, grinning at you.

You huff, scowl-pouting again. “You’re so mean.”

“I think you like it, though,” he says, squeezing your hand and looking back up at the sky. “Just a little.”

Your face feels like it’s in flames. “...Maybe. A very little bit.”

You both spend the next few minutes smiling rather stupidly at the stars.

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conradscrime · 7 months

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Florence Sally Horner

October 22, 2023

Florence "Sally" Horner was born on April 18, 1937 in Camden, New Jersey to Russell and Ella Horner. Sally's father took his own life when Sally was only 5 years old, and Ella raised her daughter as a single mother with the help of Sally's older half sister, Susan.

Sally was in the 5th grade at Northeast Elementary School and was an honours student.

In March 1948, Sally, who was 10 years old at the time tried to steal a notebook from a local store as a dare by some of her classmates. However, Sally was caught by a man named Frank La Salle. Frank had told Sally he was an FBI agent, and threatened to send her to a reform school unless she reported to him.

On June 15, 1948, Frank La Salle abducted 11 year old Sally. He told her to tell Ella that he was the father of two of her friends at school and she was invited on a week long vacation to Atlantic City.

Originally, the plan was to have Sally write her mother letters to let her know their vacation was going to last longer than expected, but on July 31, 1948, the last letter was received by Ella. Ella contacted the police, who found out the sender address for the letters was in Atlantic City.

On August 4, 1948, investigators found the home empty, besides two packed suitcases and a studio photo of Sally sitting on a swing. Ella told investigators that Sally and Frank were also travelling with a "Mrs. Robinson" who according to Frank was a 25 year old secretary. She left them after they arrived in Atlantic City supposedly.

Over the next 21 months, Frank and Sally moved through multiple US states under different names, with Frank claiming Sally was his daughter. Throughout this time, Frank would rape Sally repeatedly.

The pair first stayed in Baltimore, Maryland, where Sally went to Catholic grammar school under the name "Madeleine La Plante." Frank would always carry a handgun on him to stop Sally from trying to escape.

In April 1949, Frank and Sally were living in Dallas, Texas, and Sally was going by the name "Florence Planette." It was here that Sally ended up telling a friend her secret. Sally also confided in a neighbour, Ruth Janisch, who was becoming suspicious of Frank.

Ruth thought Frank had an extremely possessive attitude toward his supposed daughter. Ruth did not know that Frank also regularly molested her 5 year old daughter while Sally was at school.

In March 1950, Ruth and her husband moved to San Jose, California, to find work, encouraging Frank. to do the same so she could still have contact with Sally.

Eventually, Ruth was able to get Sally to tell her the truth about Frank, and Ruth got Sally to phone her family from Ruth's house. Sally attempted to call Ella but the line disconnected, as Ella had recently lost her job and was not able to pay her phone bill. Sally then called her sister Susan and was able to get in contact and tell her to get the FBI on it.

On March 22, 1950, Frank was arrested but continued to say Sally was his daughter. Authorities in New Jersey were able to confirm that Sally's real father had died 7 years previously. On April 1, 1950, Sally was reunited with her mother. Frank was sentenced to 30-35 years in Trenton State Prison on April 3.

Frank La Salle was 51 years old. at the time he abducted Sally. He was a known sex offender and went by several aliases. It is unclear where exactly he was born or even his date of birth. Most commonly the names used for his parents were Frank and Nora, and he was most likely from Chicago or Indianapolis. The most frequent date of birth he gave was May 27, between 1890-1901.

He had an extensive criminal record, beginning in June 1938. In 1944, Frank was convicted for the molestation and sexual assault of 5 underage girls in 1943. He was getting illegally married under false names and had many charges against him. He was released on January 15, 1948, only 6 months before he abducted Sally Horner.

Sally's story ends tragically, as on August 18, 1952, she died in a car accident near Woodbine, New Jersey due to breaking her neck in the crash. She was only 15 years old. Frank had actually sent a bouquet of flowers to Sally's funeral from prison, but they were not displayed.

Frank La Salle died on March 22, 1966, exactly 16 years to the date of when he was arrested for the abduction of Sally Horner. He was 69 years old.

#true crime #crime #unsolved mysteries #unsolved #unsolved case #solved #mystery

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bro-atz · 3 months

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1024UB CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: THE BEST FRIEND

word count: 1.5k

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Several days later, Gyuri was trying her best to not let the Seonghwa fall out get to her. When she saw San the day after the incident, she started crying all over again because of the injuries on his face. She couldn’t believe that they actually physically fought each other. She knew that Seonghwa was pissed, but she didn’t think he would ever be pissed enough to make his friend bleed.

Gyuri had no idea that the situation would have such a huge toll on her relationship with San. They still spent a lot of time together, but they hadn’t been explicitly intimate since before he and Seonghwa got into their fight. It took Gyuri a couple of days to stop crying and feeling bad, and thankfully, San was there to comfort her.

They usually spent most of their time at San’s place at that point, and they were usually just sitting on the couch watching TV. Although, that day, they weren’t watching anything. San’s arm was wrapped around her shoulders as she leaned into his chest. His other hand laced his fingers with hers, his thumb rubbing the top of her hand. Despite her feeling so safe and comfortable in his arms, she was still stressed.

“I think I should talk to Seonghwa…” she whispered to him.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” San whispered in response. “What are you going to tell him?”

“… I don’t know yet. I know I’m going to apologize to him for letting it get to this point. It was my fault.”

“Don’t say that—”

“No, but it was,” she interrupted. “I kept pushing off telling everyone and him. It’s my fault it got this bad, and it’s my fault that he fought with you.”

“No, it’s my fault for getting too heated. I shouldn’t have fought him like that, and I shouldn’t have made the rest of the group uncomfortable. I… I didn’t want to hurt him or anyone… He’s one of my closest friends and your best friend…”

“Sannie, it’s my fault at the end of the day. I should have been honest with him about my feelings.”

“Gyu, don’t blame yourself…”

“I can’t change the past, but I can apologize to him… I can at least be honest with him about my feelings now.”

San nodded. He let go of her hand and hugged her lightly into his chest. Gyuri held his strong arms and sank into his embrace. In that moment, she wanted to kiss San— well, she wanted him to kiss her more than anything. She didn’t need or want a super passionate kiss or anything, but just a light kiss on the top of her head. He somehow read her mind because he did exactly that. Gyuri felt her heart flutter. She felt herself smile and hold onto him tighter, but she was still stressed out of her goddamn mind.

After leaving him with a kiss, Gyuri got up and left in pursuit of Seonghwa. She first went to their apartment to see if he was there, but it was only Hongjoong who was home.

“Hey, Joong,” she greeted him.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Hongjoong looked up from whatever he was working on; he was sitting at the dining table scribbling on some papers.

“I was looking for Seonghwa. Do you know where he is?”

“Actually… I don’t. I haven’t seen him since that night…”

“Fuck… Well, if you see him, can you tell him to find me?”

Hongjoong nodded, leaving Gyuri to leave and continue searching for Seonghwa on her own.

There were only two other spots she thought Seonghwa could be at: the library or the roof. Seonghwa was only at the library when he was studying, though, and who in their sane mind would go to the library when they’re upset? Gyuri decided to try the roof first. When she walked through the doors to the roof, the sky was dark. She didn’t realize it was already that time in the evening. She didn’t anticipate all of the string lights to be on, and she certainly didn’t anticipate seeing Seonghwa in those lights.

He was sitting on the table as he always did, and he still looked beautiful with the warm glow around him, but he wasn’t so much of a sight to behold with his puffy red eyes and a six pack of beer sitting right next to him on the table. When the door opened, he turned to see who it was, and the two of them locked eyes. Gyuri genuinely thought that Seonghwa was going to react angrily upon seeing her, that he would just storm off the roof; but, he didn’t. He just sighed sadly and turned away, his back facing her. Gyuri felt hot tears begin to prick her eyes, but she blinked them away. She had an agenda, and crying was not going to help her in the slightest.

Slowly, Gyuri approached Seonghwa. She stood somewhat close to him and asked quietly, “May I sit here?”

Seonghwa looked at her warily. Gyuri felt her heart clench. She got a better view of his face, and his eyes conveyed so much more pain that Gyuri could imagine. She really wanted to cry, but she had to stay strong. He ended up giving her a small nod and turned away again. Gyuri moved the beers closer to him and joined him on the table, her legs hugged to her chest.

They sat in silence. Seonghwa was focused on finishing his beer, and Gyuri didn’t know what to start with in terms of talking to the guy. Luckily, she didn’t have to start talking first because after Seonghwa finished the beer that was in his hands, he put the bottle back in the six pack and picked up a new one. The beer remained unopened in his hands as he started, “I’m sorry, Gyuri.”

Gyuri looked at him. He was looking at her with those sad, red eyes. She had to bite her tongue to keep herself from crying as he continued.

“I’m sorry I let Bora get into my head. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry that I wasn’t more supportive of your decision to be with San. I’m really sorry that I didn’t confess all those years ago.”

Despite Gyuri taking all the precautions to keep herself from crying, tears still streamed down her face. She covered her mouth because the last thing she wanted was for Seonghwa to see how much she was hurting.

“I’m not mad anymore. I can’t force you to have feelings for me and not San, and I certainly can’t stop him from loving you.”

Now Seonghwa was crying. Gyuri watched through her bleary eyes as tears trickled down his face, making her cry more. The two friends sat and cried for a good minute. Still crying, Seonghwa opened the bottle and handed it to her. They ended up calming down after chugging their beers. Seonghwa wiped the tears from his eyes before saying, “I’m glad I got to talk to you before the rest of the group. I wanted to apologize to you first, then San, then the rest of the group.”

Gyuri, too, wiped the tears from her eyes. She cleared her throat and looked down at her lap. She wanted to thank him, but that didn’t feel right. An apology wouldn’t fit either. Without looking up, she asked softy, “Would it be alright for me to hug you?”

She still didn’t look up to see his reaction. After a heartbeat or two, she felt his arms wrap around her. He pressed his forehead against her shoulder, and she felt a tear fall on her arm. She turned and hugged him back, and the two started crying all over again. Gyuri felt Seonghwa’s arms hug her tighter. She patted and rubbed her back. They remained hugging until they were both able to calm their tears. Gyuri leaned away first. She dried her eyes, and he did the same. They returned to their beers and calmed down once more.

“You know,” Gyuri finally figured out what to say. “San isn’t taking it that well.”

“What do you mean?”

“He thinks the whole thing is his fault. He thinks he ruined his friendship with you and our friendship. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, especially you. You’re one of his closest friends.”

Seonghwa’s eyes started filling up with tears once more, and Gyuri started panicking slightly. She didn’t want him to feel bad again, so she quickly added, “Of course, I’m your best friend, so he has competition.”

Thankfully, that made Seonghwa laugh. It was a tiny laugh, but a laugh nonetheless.

“I’ll always be your best friend, Hwa. You’ll always have a special place in my heart, and you will always be in my life.”

That made him start crying all over again. Gyuri gave him another hug and did her best to make him feel not so bad. He let out a shuddering sigh as he calmed down.

“I don’t deserve a friend like you. You really are the best friend. You’re my best friend,” he whispered.

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Episode 1 ~ Tasting Temptation

“You know, I prefer living out here,” I mentioned rather leisurely, letting myself get lost in my own thoughts. Despite being in Tartosa for a full year it still felt new to me. I didn’t exactly understand the language although it was similar enough to Selvadoradian that I should be able to pick it up and it wasn’t some city made of concrete like San Myshuno so that was also a plus. “There’s such a strong community here and in general, just good vibes.”

“All true,” Antonio added, patting me on the leg as he seemed lost in his own thoughts as well. I know Tartosa wasn’t high on his list of places to call home, that would probably be a much more busier city, but I think it has really warmed to him as well. “It’s that community that has continued to keep us safe and that’s matters. I was doubtful but what is it your dad always says? Safety and happiness, that should be goal.”

“Hmmmmm,” Antonio and Alonso did not have the best of relationships, which was ironic for several reasons the main one being that I think Alonso, yes, that Alonso, my papa, set me up with Antonio. No, no he’s never admitted it but mama has hinted at it several times. Mama never comes right out with it either but I have a feeling that daddy dearest has a lot of control over anything that goes on in this family. That is, except for Marcos but that’s an entirely different story. “I’ve learned a long time ago to never doubt papa, he knows what he’s doing,” and I’m always taking his side. He’s the reason I live like royalty, after all. A twisted kind of royalty but royalty all the same.

“Oh, the man is very clever, that is never in question,” Antonio says with a bit of a sigh. “I think we have made this work either way. It’s a beautiful town, isn’t it? A perfect place to raise a family...”

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The Concierge & The Global Meeting (Part 47)

The Continental has ever been a multinational conglomerate of many, many Hotels scattered around the globe. You know this. You've always known this. And yet, it is hard to visualise exactly how many until one is faced with a ballroom full of management, each representing a different Hotel.

You find yourself standing behind the Manager as she mingles and greets the others, filing their names away and trying to match them to faces as you go. Some had changed since you were last an active Emissary and had the chance to travel, and some have been the same for several decades.

"Winston."

Ah, here is one of the few constants.

The stout, older gentleman turns from where he was busy doctoring his martini to his liking. The moment he spots the Manager, however, he smiles and salutes her with his glass. "Ah, Madam Manager."

"I'm surprised you made it," the Manager purrs to him, accepting the raise of his brow with a small smile. "Given the word on the street."

Winston Scott, Manager of the New York Continental Hotel for nigh on 40 years. A very long time for an assassin.

He makes a surprised face at her comment. "Oh? And what, I wonder, is the word on the street?"

You watch him evenly. His eyes are bereft of such surprise, instead filled with fatigue.

"You had a visit from the adjudicator recently, yes?" The Manager cups her elbows in her hands. "There are eyes upon your Hotel. I didn't think you would want to be away for long."

Winston raises and lowers his brow in a facial shrug. "Whether I am there or not makes no material difference. I trust my concierge to take care of my affairs while I am gone." There is a confidence to him. He doesn't think the Hotel will fall while he is away. Or he doesn't think anyone will bother with the Hotel if he is not there to receive them.

Then he slides his gaze to you. The shadow in the Manager's wake. "Unlike you." He smiles a pointed smile at the Manager.

She, as always, takes it into stride. And you don't take it personally.

"I keep my Heart close to me, always," she purrs. But she does lean towards you to murmur, "Why don't you mingle? I'll call you if I need you."

You eye Winston carefully. There is no danger of leaving her with the New York manager. You had secured the perimeter personally. "Of course." It is also an order, one that you don't disobey.

It is somewhat disconcerting to be left in a hall full of people - some you recognise, some you don't. But luckily for you, you needn't consider who you should approach first.

"My friend, it has been a long time."

Sharp, crisp footsteps. Softer booted feet after that.

You turn, a soft smile already on your lips. "Shimazu-sama," you bow to Koji Shimazu, manager of the Osaka Continental Hotel. "Akira-san." Then to his concierge, his daughter.

Both of them bow in turn, Akira with a deeper bow than her father.

The Japanese man, though of average height, holds himself with a regality that makes him seem a lot taller. He gives you a soft look, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes crinkling. "You look well."

"Time has been good to me, Shimazu-sama." If you were honest, your forced retirement has done more for your health than any of the strict dietary routines and exercise had done during your career as Emissary.

Akira is stone-faced behind her father as the man continues to speak, "Good, good. I have heard that things have changed in your City as of late?"

Ah. He can only mean one thing. "Do you mean the monsters' Ascension?" you tilt your head politely in askance.

"Yes," Koji nods. "I have heard that they seek Hotel membership. Does that concern you?"

Your answer comes immediately and without hesitation. "No, it does not."

He seems mollified by the answer, if he ever seemed concerned to begin with. "That is good to hear."

But before he can proceed with what he was going to ask next, there is the gentle clinking of silverware against a glass. The call for attention.

Slowly but surely, every single manager makes their way to the long tables in the middle of the hall. Two rows of them, facing each other, with no one at the head or the foot. Everyone sitting as equals, speaking to each other as equals.

The concierges, how few of you have arrived today, move to stand along the wall. Seen, but not heard. Akira stands next to you, her back straight, her hands clasped behind her back.

When at last all are seated and settled, the Manager rises as the one who had called the Global Meeting. "I thank you all for answering my call on such short notice," her voice is loud enough to be heard by all, but not loud enough that it echoes in the room. "The reason for my call is to discuss the goings on in New York and the news of the appointment of the Imperator."

All eyes fall to Winston, sitting at the other end of the tables, who puts his hands up in a shrug.

"There is a concern that I hold," she continues once all eyes return to her. "That the Imperator will turn his gaze to the rest of us in time." After he is done with New York.

That gets some of the managers muttering and mumbling, turning to the other to whisper.

Winston takes a sip from his glass. "And you believe that his gaze falls upon my Hotel."

"The Table has already turned its eyes to New York." The Manager means the Adjudicator, who turned the New York Hotel into a warzone in an attempt to get Winston to abdicate his throne, to kill John Wick.

"They deconsecrated the Hotel to allow business to be conducted on company grounds." A consecrated Hotel is a safe haven for those that pay for passage or enter its grounds - a deconsecrated Hotel is one that has been stripped of such protections.

"They will surely do so again, given the chance. They know your ties to Mr Wick."

There is a wave of muttering - it is agreed and well-known that Mr Wick had frequented the New York Continental when he was active, and that he had a good relationship with Winston. But not just Winston, but other Hotels and their managers as well.

"The High Table," a voice speaks from the middle of the tables; a stately looking man with a thick Italian accent, "is looking at a rebellion in the making. Many of us have ties to Mr Wick." Julius, manager of the Rome Continental, is one of them. "Even if we do not, we have heard of him and his crusade." And what it stands for.

Many before John Wick have tried for freedom and failed. Having served for as long as he has, Julius who is the longest-standing manager has seen them all come and go. He knows better than anyone what the start of a rebellion looks like.

The room quietens then. One could hear a pin drop in the room. They all know what he means. Many, if not all, of the room's occupants, have seen the High Table react to any slight to their authority. If they even thought that the Continental was harbouring an excommunicated assassin or harbouring thoughts of rebelling...

You had seen but a glimpse of it in a previous Imperator. But this one...you had never known an Imperator as unhinged as the Marquis.

"Then what do you propose?" Koji speaks up now, leaning forward so he can look at Julius, and then at the Manager. "What is it that you ask of us?"

The Manager smiles. It seems that was the question she was waiting for. "A call to arms," she says simply.

In an instant, there is an uproar.

"You cannot be serious!" Hong Kong.

"Have you learned nothing from the folly of those that came before?" Manchester.

"This is suicide." St. Petersburg.

"Or would you rather roll over and show your belly when the High Table comes knocking, allowing them to depose you and install one of their own in your place?" The Manager's voice rings out above them all, silencing them. "Would you truly let the Imperator destroy your Hotel as he pleases?"

You can see fists tighten on the table and jaws clench. But none of them speak out.

The Manager looks at each of them, finding that only a few meet her piercing gaze. "Call it foolish if you like, my colleagues. But a storm is approaching. I see no reason to twiddle my thumbs and wait for it to hit. You owe it to your Hotels, your cities, to prepare accordingly."

There is a soft grunt from opposite her. Sofia Al-Azwar, a woman as wild and furious as they come. "We all agreed when we took up this position," she begins, growling, her bangles clinking as she jabs her finger into the table, "to play by the High Table's rules. What you're proposing will destroy us all!"

The Manager only looks at her with calm, piercing eyes - ice against fire. "You say that, Sofia, but you are hardly in their good books either." Many in the room know that she had led John Wick to Barrada, who then gave him the location of the Elder deep in the deserts of Morocco. She might have done it under the compulsion of a Marker, but she had done it nonetheless.

Koji speaks up again, pushing his glasses higher on his nose. "You raise a good point, Miss Al-Azwar. But it must be kept in mind that the High Table has not honoured their agreement with us either."

"Indeed," the Manager presses her fingertips against the table. "There has always been an understanding between our organisations. They brought their fight to the New York branch. Deconsecrated it to kill one man."

"After he did it first." Munich. "We all know of how he murdered Santino D'Antonio on company grounds. An eye for an eye, one could say." Of course, the High Table would take interest in one of their own members being killed on Continental grounds. However, they had certainly gone above and beyond simply killing one man. Overkill, one might say.

The Manager sighs. Shrugs. "We are all our own entities tied together in a coalition. A call to arms is less a directive and more of a suggestion. Fortify or don't, that is your choice. But it should be known that the King of Monsters has been summoned by the Marquis."

There are more than a few furrowed brows among the managers. Not many know exactly what the monsters are, but few would be remiss to notice what role they might play in the Marquis' army.

"Times are changing, colleagues. You should all look to the future."

There is little more to discuss after that note. The table slowly empties, bodies filing out of the hall, until there are only a few remaining.

"You think there will be war?" Koji asks the Manager quietly, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

"What better way to quash a rebellion than to destroy its safe havens?" Winston mutters. "Jonathan is likely to look for a safe harbour." He gives a look towards Koji.

The Japanese man had grown up alongside John Wick. Fought with him, alongside him, for a great many years. It is not widely known that they are as close as brothers could be, but a discerning tracker or a well-placed informant would know.

You catch Akira's stony expression, her lips pinched, and wonder if she knows exactly what Winston is alluding to.

"You think he will come to me." Koji voices everyone's thoughts.

"Mister Wick is slowly burning his bridges. There are few left to him and he knows you would not turn him away," the Manager says before Winston can offer his two cents. The New York manager simply nods in agreeance.

Akira's lips tighten even more and you watch her closely - would she speak up here against her father? No, is the answer, as Akira clearly bites on her tongue to allow Koji to speak.

"I shall prepare accordingly. If you should hear anything..."

"We will let you know."

Without another word, the Shimazus depart. Winston, too, tips his proverbial hat and ambles out, his heels clicking sharply on the marble floor.

You watch them go with a dead stare, feeling the Manager's eyes on the side of your head.

"That's all we can do," she mutters, folding her arms across her chest.

You blink. Look at her. Then step so you're shoulder to shoulder with her, staring at the table. "They have been warned."

The Manager sighs and drops her head so her temple rests on your shoulder. "Let's hope it is enough."

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"Kyomu-sama is mine." Luca hisses at the tall red avian, paws crossed against her chest. "I'll make sure of it!"

"How could you do this to me, Luca?" G-Penguin shoves a finger to the shorter girl's chest. "You knew that I had feelings for Kyomu-san...Yet you decided to do this to me!? How could you!?"

"Kyomu-sama already rejected you a hundred times! Yet you remain so persistent...you lost your chance long ago, G-Pen."

"Guys, please." Kotatsu pleads from a few feet "This isn't right! This is not how we should settle things, please."

"There's no convincing them, Kotatsu. They're stubborn."

"Jyako-sama!"

"You two stay out of this!" The penguin curses. The tanuki steps back, retreating to the bird leaning against the wall.

G-Pen turns back to the cat, glaring into her purple eyes.

"This is between you and me."

(🔪)

"Chungami flew by with some news today, have you heard of it?"

They breathe out, a heavy yet audible sigh heard even through the solid mask hiding their empty expression. The sound of footsteps pass through their ears, graceful and clean as ever. Kyomu was all too familiar with the sound of paws hitting the ground.

From the corner of their vision they can see her approach, long gray hair flowing in the wind. The gentle breeze touching the tip of her short fluffy ears.

"Suzume,"

The ferret calls from below, her gaze sharp on their avoidant eyes. The mask they wore protecting their...acquaintance, from suffering the effects of what lay beneath.

"What's this about the newbies fighting for your hand?"

Raising sharp talons, the sparrow continues staring blankly into the open sky. Their hands move, signing;

'I do not concern myself with the delusions of others. It is none of my business.'

Kyomu pauses for a second, before signing again.

'I would like to keep it that way, Hiyamaru.'

"Don't shoot the messenger." The ferret chuckles, voice light and playful. Kyomu's gaze falls onto the tall girl, her long tail swinging behind her as she approaches. "Is this why you've been hiding in the trees more often?"

She sits herself down, underneath where they sat. Below the branch and against the bark of some tree Kyomu had decided to perch upon. The sparrow sighs once more, fluttering down and taking the empty space next to the ferret.

'They are bothersome' The sparrow signs, 'I was living peacefully.'

"All started cause of that penguin." Hiyamaru says, a cheery undertone to her words, "Haven't you already rejected him several times? Can't a guy take a hint."

'I've made it clear to him; My loyalty is with my creator only. Even if it wasn't...I do not have the capacity to return such feelings to him. And neither to his feline friend.'

"They sure have a type."

Kyomu's head whips to face the ferret, who raises her arms up defensively. A soft laugh slipping through her lips.

"Don't be mad! I'm just curious is all..."

'Of what? What more is there than some bothersome creatures who are to deep in their delusions to function civilly.'

"I know that, Kyomu-chan." Hiyamaru's expression softens, a curious glint in her eyes, "It's just...Me and Nekoyama have been talking and..."

'Hiyamaru, I swear.'

"Do you really harbor no feelings for any of them? We're not trying to accuse you of anything, Kyomu-chan. But you aren't exactly making things subtle..."

'Excuse me?'

"Now don't go preening your feathers at me! It's just...well." The ferret nervously pulls at her collar, "Is there a chance that you may be...enjoying the atten- Hey!"

The sparrow stands up suddenly, dropping their hands and hiding them with long sleeves. Without a sound or a sign, the bird begins to walk away. Hiyamaru pulls herself up, both confused but amused by the sparrow's reaction.

"Kyomu! Hey!"

She kicks herself into a run one she sees the sparrow's wings begin to flap.

"Kyomu-chan!"

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smells-like-mettaton · 2 years

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Sensory asks- 55 for gaster, sans, and papyrus :)

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Rating: G Word Count: 986 Prompt: Finding old photographs you'd forgotten about Read on AO3: here Notes: probably both more angsty and stupid than what you'd expect lol. takes place post deltarune and post ut pacifist

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“Hey, uh, Dad?”

Sans stared down at one of the boxes Gaster had brought with him when they’d finally fished him out of the Void. You’d think that getting stuck in Nowhere would leave you with a lot of Nothing, but somehow Dad had remained as much a hoarder as ever.

“You get into scrapbooking while you were stuck in time prison?” he asked, looking up.

“Scrapbook—? Ah, yes, that.” Gaster swept over to pull out the green leatherbound photo album. He tried to brush dust off the front of it, but just succeeded in dribbling it with black goop instead.

“Didn’t think there was enough light in there for takin’ pics.” Sans’s head tilted curiously.

“You have pictures of the Void???” Papyrus stuck his head in from the kitchen, where he was cooking a healthy post-dimensional-hopping meal.

Sans wasn’t sure if Dad would be able to eat it or not. Maybe he’d be better off if he couldn’t.

“Not exactly.”

Gaster settled down on the living room carpet. He looked more like a cat becoming a loaf than he did a skeleton. No legs to speak of, just his floating hands gently flipping open the book.

“I had nearly forgotten about these. Ralsei compiled them for me, as an ‘Escaping The Abyss’ gift.” His wobbling smile stretched a little wider.

Ralsei… which one was that? Dad hadn’t given them a super thorough run-down of his, uh, ‘Void Adventures,’ yet. All Sans knew was that he’d screwed around with another universe, and one of his Void Buddies had finally patched Sans and Papyrus through to pick him up. Dess, her name was. She’d made some comments about teaching Gaster how to use a microwave.

“Did you make friends in the Abyss??” Papyrus plopped down next to him. “What was it like?”

“Well. Mostly, I kept watch over the Player. Their assistance was required to prevent the world from being covered in darkness.”

Gaster pointed to a photo of a glowing heart, the red blown out against the dark background. It looked just like Frisk’s soul, from the few times he remembered seeing ‘em in combat.

“But wasn’t your world already covered in darkness?” Papyrus asked.

“The not-place where I resided was. But the world itself, was not. Mostly. Depending on your perspective.”

“Thanks. Real transparent explanation, there.” Sans grinned, as he always did. Dad didn’t know him well enough to see that it was tight at the corners.

Dad had been gone, and then he’d been back. No warning. No explanation. No apologies. Barely even an acknowledgement of what Sans and Papyrus had risked to tow his melting butt out.

Papyrus didn’t seem to mind. Sans didn’t seem to, either. Mostly because expressing any kind of annoyance was too much effort.

(Also because it was Dad. Dad, who moved, and expected the world to move with him.)

(And for the most part, it did.)

“There is Kris and Susie’s first meeting with Ralsei… he was so shy at the time. I couldn’t code too strong of a personality into him, you see, or it might have clashed with the Player…”

“Huh?”

“And there’s Lancer—isn’t he just the cutest little thing? I modeled his form somewhat after what you looked like as a child, Sans. You always did enjoy wearing your hood up…”

Something in Sans’s stomach dropped. Gaster continued talking warmly, fondly, about the kids who he’d either made or manipulated. His voice turned to white noise, fuzzing in the back of Sans’s skull.

“Um, Dad?” Papyrus interrupted with a frown.

“Yes, son?”

“You know that controlling people is bad, right?”

Gaster blinked. A glob of goop dripped from roughly where his shoulder should’ve been.

“It was to save the world. They understood.”

Sans sighed and shook his head.

“You drove several of them insane,” Papyrus insisted. “You have photos. You just showed us. You saw Spamtong—die? Did he die?”

Sans shrugged. He figured if Spamton was as much like Mettaton as the pictures implied, then losing his “BIG” body must have been like dying in any way that mattered.

“He poured his essence into the pair of spectacles. See, Ralsei is wearing him here when they fight—”

“DAD!” Papyrus gripped his ‘shoulders,’ his gloves sinking into the goop. “That is unacceptable!! You can’t just—throw people away when you’re done using them!”

Sans snorted. Couldn’t he, though? What had done with Sans and Papyrus, huh? Left ‘em as soon as he’d had bigger and better things to do.

“He was not discarded, as you can see—”

“Father!” Papyrus jumped to his feet, stomping his boot on the carpet. “No more arguing! There is only one thing to be done about this!!”

Sans’s eyelights flickered out, just for a minute. Papyrus really didn’t plan to go back there, did he? It sounded like they could spend years and not clean up all of Dad’s mistakes. Besides, how would you even turn a pair of glasses back into a person?

From inside his ribcage, though, Papyrus pulled out a tall bundle of Hallmark greeting cards. They had a picture of a skeleton and a joke on the front, though Sans couldn’t quite make out the words. Looked like something about birthdays? Getting old and dying, maybe? That was a bit morbid, by Papyrus’s standards.

“Apology cards!” Papyrus dropped the bundle on top of the photo album.

Gaster squinted at them.

“...These are for someone’s fiftieth birthday.”

“Not after some help from my trusty Sharpie, they won’t be! Nyeh heh heh!”

Sans couldn’t help chuckling, though a few cards wouldn’t make a difference. Screwing up someone’s life that bad wasn’t something you could just apologize for. But maybe a few hours of cramping phalanges would teach Dad a lesson.

And at least next time, Sans and Papyrus would be here to make sure he didn’t do anything too stupid.

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The Phantom Revisers (A Persona 5 AU Fanfic) Chapter 2: Narrative Shifts

Chapter One Here!

The pages flipped forward as the story went back to the present, the oppressive nature of the interrogation room continued to hang over Futaba, pressing inwards on her, attempting to stifle and crush her, mentally and emotionally. She was going to have to overpower this as she was telling the story of what happened to the officer. Whether she believed any of it was another thing; but that was what she wanted. The entire story.

“So, let me get this straight…after you move to Tokyo you find yourself next to a sports stadium where your school was supposed to be? And that’s when…?” Baffled was the officer’s tone, expression matching this. There was no way any of this was true, right? This was just the made-up story of someone apparently desperate but stupid enough to invent this. It had to be. However, there was a lot of things that happened over the past several months that defied common sense.

“That’s when everything truly began yes.” Futaba responded rubbing her forehead, vision all blurry since her glasses broke. It was making her headache even worse. It just felt like her head was trying to split open, and nothing was making it any better. “When I found out about my ability to change people’s narratives. Sounds like a plot to a weird anime yes, but it’s true.”

The Officer looked like she was developing a headache as well, rubbing her forehead in frustration. She wasn’t going to slam her hands down on the desk this time, but it was clear she wasn’t believing any of this. At least right now, anyways. “Alright Futaba-chan, you say you got the ability to change people’s “narratives”. Please, continue and explain to me exactly what you mean.”

Pages flipped backwards once again, and the scene returns to the past. Futaba and Sojiro are staring at this massive sports stadium, the bright lights taking over their vision, a spectacle befitting someone of importance in the sports world it seemed. There was a line of faceless people wearing sports jerseys from the entrance, snaking around, waiting for their chance to witness history. This was all just so surreal.

“Okay, what the hell did you do Isshiki-san?!” Sojiro yelled at the long-haired woman; bewildered and flabbergasted at this whole situation. “Where the hell are we anyways? I take this route all the time and it always ends up at the school. Okay, I think I’m losing my mind and might need to see a psychiatrist.” Unfortunately for him, Futaba was seeing the exact same thing as well.

“…Maybe we’ve been Isekai’d?” Futaba suggested, her eyes gazing around the area as well. “Okay, that wasn’t words you just said, you just made sounds with your mouth.” Sojiro retorted in utter confusion, trying to calm himself down. “If we’ve been Isekai’d, there was a suspicious lack of truck.” “What the hell does a truck have to do with this?!” “A lot of Isekai starts with the protag getting hit by a truck. No idea why, it’s just how it is. I know if I made an Isekai I’d do something different.”

Sojiro just breathed heavily through his nose. This was going to be a long day, and a headache was already forming. It didn’t help that this whole thing had an oppressive, slightly crushing feeling as well. “So, you are anime obsessed as well. Lovely. I hope you never get into government work. But please, be serious. We need to get back to reality…somehow.” At least there, the two would agree on something.

“All joking aside, you’re right. The only little problem is I have no idea how we’re going to do that. I have this weird app on my phone, but I have no idea how to use it.” Futaba admitted, showing Sojiro the app. Or at least the icon. Metanarrative huh? Made no sense to him. “Maybe we can get some questions answered if we go in the sports stadium. Think of it as a simple exploration quest. To get our surroundings. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Sojiro could already tell that she was going to be a hassle. But there was this urge to help her out for some reason. He couldn’t shake off that feeling for whatever reason. “I could think of a lot of things that could go wrong. However, in this scenario, we don’t really have much of a choice. Let’s go investigate and then get out of here.”

Agreeing to that, Futaba and Sojiro made their way to the line, listening to the innate chatter that was happening. It was all about the coach who was legendary, and they described him as a god or a king, the leader of a story book ending, helping win the big events and all that stuff. While Futaba didn’t know too much, she knew that they had to be describing this Ryuji. And the more she heard about him, the less that she liked.

“Okay, I have a new theory now.” Sojiro spoke up as he was visibly disgusted by what he was hearing. “We died and are currently in hell. That’s the only way I can explain us having to hear him be described as a king or a god.” The line didn’t seem to be moving at all, and when they tried to force their way through, they noted that the people weren’t solid, and in fact were transparent. As they pushed their way through, bits of paper and words would come off them.

Heading through the front gate, they saw a grand and magnificent entrance area to the stadium. Statues of Ryuji were plastered around everywhere, the floors lined with marble. Shreds of paper and words floated around the area, seeing multiple pathways. The entrance to the field was right in front of them, a line forming as there was a person checking for tickets. Then two side paths that lead to places unknown. Probably restricted employees only areas considering there was intimidating looking guards in front of them.

“Well, we might not be able to do much investigating. They are looking for tickets.” Sojiro remarked as they walked towards there. “We obviously don’t have any, and I don’t think any sort of “oh we lost ours” is going to let us in.” Drats, that wasn’t good. “Maybe we can buy some? I uh…” She was trying to find her wallet to no success. “Nope, I don’t have any money on me. I can’t even buy a notebook, or a potion let alone a ticket to an event. Let’s go ask anyways.”

Was that a good idea? No, but what else were they going to do? Just stand around and look stupid? Talking to strangers wasn’t Futaba’s forte, at least when it came to stuff that didn’t interest her, but asking a simple question was. Mostly. Making her way up to the ticket area, she took a deep breath, going over the question in her head a couple of times before speaking up. “Um, hello. We’d like to get a key item; I mean a ticket. Big fans of uh, Sakamoto.”

“We don’t give tickets. You earn them.” The ticket holder remarked with a deep voice. “If you don’t have a ticket you’ll have to leave. Simple as that.” Oh boy, simple and straight to the point. “Well, you see uh, we kind of lost ours by mistake. That’s why we came up here. To request another one. I can show you the proof and all that. If you want.” She didn’t have proof but hopefully that would be good enough. It wasn’t seeming to be.

“No tickets, no entrance. Simple as that.” They just shook their head and went back to what they were doing. That was until Sojiro walked up to them. “What? Do you have a ticket?” Sojiro would just shake his head in disappointment. “Ah, sorry ma’am. I don’t have a ticket either.” He raised up a hand before they could say anything else. “Before you say what you’re about to say, I do have an inquiry to ask of you.”

“And what’s that?” Thankfully the ticket master was at least entertaining Sojiro, though it was clear from their expression that they were just going through the motions and didn’t want to be bothered by this. “You said that tickets have to be earned instead of bought right? Well, I couldn’t help but to think that’s not exactly the best thing to get people interested. How does one earn tickets?” Sojiro asked with an inquisitive tone. Futaba had no idea what he was planning but he surely had something in mind.

“By being a big fan of Sakamoto’s or being an athlete. Anything else?” That monotone voice showed how disinterested they were in this conversation. But Sojiro was far from being done it seemed. “That’s a bit paradoxical. You already must be a fan of his, or be an athlete? To be a fan of something, especially for a coach, you must know of their exploits. That means being at a stadium and watching the team he coaches wins. These things usually don’t make it on national tv unless it’s nationals and even then, that’s not guaranteed.”

“You see where I’m going with this? Can’t be a fan without attending, but you already have to be a fan to be able to attend. It just doesn’t make any sense.” Futaba was just blankly staring at Sojiro as he was breaking down the logical inconsistency of this whole ticket thing. Why was he doing this? The dude hated Sakamoto with a passion after all. At least, that’s what it came off as with the way he spoke about him anyways. Maybe there was some grand scheme to this. For now, she didn’t say anything and just let him continue with this plan. Whatever it was.

“I think you should let people in who are potential fans. They’ll become fans once they watch him.” There was a slight venomous tone to Sojiro’s voice, showing the displeasure that he had in saying that. “And you know, those who lost their tickets for whatever reason, if they show the interest, should be brought in as well. Now do us a favor and allow us in. We won’t tell on you.”

A silence washed over the whole area for a moment, aside from the harsh breathing coming from the ticketmaster. They were clearly irritated still, but then just shook their head. “Just go in. God help me if he ever finds out I did this. I’ll be sent to the brig over this.” “Thank you.” Sojiro gave a respectful bow before turning to Futaba. “Not that hard after all…I hated every moment of it though. I need a good coffee after this.”

A good coffee huh? Maybe she could introduce him to her mom. She knew how to make a good coffee. Well, after spending a lot of time scientifically analyzing it and all that. That was mom, good ol Wakaba. “I’ll let my mom make you a coffee sometime. It’s like the perfect thing to restore some hp and mp. I’m um, impressed you were able to do that by the way.” Futaba spoke up, genuinely impressed. Maybe Sojiro wasn’t such a bad person after all.

Making their way through the tunnel, they would end up in the stands overlooking the stadium. It seemed like a mundane, run of the mill stadium so far, and then when they looked further, they saw the statues that were dedicated to him again. Plus, there was a few of them that had him dressed up as a pirate for some reason. That was incredibly weird. “I think Sakamoto has enough of an ego. This is just ridiculous.” Sojiro just shook his head with visible disgust on his face.

“I’ll just take your word for it. I know nothing about him. Other than the look he gave me. And the fact that he apparently knows about my status. I’m already low on his social list.” Going down the steps down to the bottom, they noted just how many “people” were there, ever seat pretty much filled. Just how big was this stadium anyways? Now that they were down to the rail at the bottom, they looked at the field, then there was a sudden loud noise.

“Introducing! The one, the only, Sakamoto Ryuji! Coach of the Shujin Academy track team!” The crowd immediately erupted into a furious bit of chanting and screaming, all riled up about the prospect of seeing their favorite athlete and coach come out onto the field. It was all deafening for the young introvert who just wished that she had her headphones on to block out the noise.

They all watched as Ryuji and his team came out onto the field, apparently having to dress a bit like a pirate. Of course, none of them were particularly relevant since it was all about Ryuji. He stood out amongst them and was being a showboat. “Hell yeah! Let’s hear it! You all are worthy to see my team compete on the biggest stage!” The crowd ate that up like nothing else. “…Huh. What’s this I, see?” Ryuji commented, going towards them now. Oh shit, what do they do now?

“You know, I wonder if he thinks he’s the king of the pirates. You know, with some of the statues depicting him as a pirate.” Futaba spoke up in a casual manner, trying to pretend like she didn’t see him coming towards them. “Maybe, I guess we’ll have to see Isshiki-san. Now let’s focus on the stuff.” He nudged her softly before Ryuji was standing in front of them. “I don’t recognize you two.” Ryuji squinted at them, trying to parse out why they were standing out to him. Until something clicked in his head. “Hang on a moment, I do recognize you.”

“You do?” Sojiro asked in a casual manner, taking a deep breath, and was just hoping he really wasn’t actually recognized. Cause he didn’t want to get into an argument with Ryuji; it wouldn’t end well for anyone. “That’s right, I do. You’re the one who refused to join the track team and told me to kiss my ass. Sakura-san, you’re lucky I didn’t get you thrown into the brig and expelled for that.”

The brig? Seriously? He was laying on the pirate stuff pretty thick there. Plus, there was something up with his eyes. They were menacing with golden yellow pupils. Not his normal color. And, his attire was different than usual, sporting a bit of a pirate outfit mixed with the coaching outfit from Shujin. “I told you that because you were harassing me over it. I don’t want anything to do with your damn track team. Simple as that. And you’ve harassed me ever since over it, so don’t give me that “you’re lucky” crap.”

“Perhaps maybe you should’ve joined then, to do something with your life for once? Psychology? Don’t give me that crap.” Ryuji sounded miffed that someone would dare to stand up to him. He was a famous athlete and coach after all! “That’s rich coming from you. You make people run around all day and harass and bully people who dare to say no to you. You haven’t heard someone say no to you in your entire life, haven’t you?”

That just seemed to get him irater now, face contorting into an angrier expression. “I am your superior and you will treat me with the respect I’ve damn well earned! And you, I think I recognize you as well.” Ryuji spoke to Futaba now. “That’s right, you’re that hacker girl. The one who took and sold data from your last school before getting kicked out. Hell of a thing. You’re already on my shit list. Hmph, it’s clear that you two came in here illegally and are just trying to get me mad. There’s only one thing to do now.”

“Which is…?” Sojiro’s morbid curiosity was unfortunately going to get the best of him. “Take ya to the damn brig and let ya walk the plank to hell.” What in the actual hell was wrong with this guy? Before they could respond, he motioned for security to grab them. Uh oh, it was time to get out of here. This little investigation was getting them into some serious trouble. Security would emerge into the stands and grab them, before knocking them out with a well-timed blow to the head.

After going in and out of consciousness, the two would awaken to find themselves in a small cell. The door was solid metal, but the rest of the room was wood. Futaba could feel her head pounding as she tried to orient herself and figure out where she was at. Sojiro had been awake for a little bit and wasn’t looking happy in the slightest. “That bastard…what the hell is wrong with him? Oh, Isshiki-san. I’m glad you’re alright. We’re in some sort of cell right now...”

“I see. I’m guessing this is the “brig” he was mentioning. Is he always like this?” Were people this wild? Or was this some weird circumstance? They still didn’t really know what was going on or where they were for that matter. Futaba’s isekai’d comment was just a silly thing off the top of her head, after all! “No. He’s annoying and obnoxious, but he doesn’t usually act like this. His eyes were off as well. And that outfit…look, I don’t mean to alarm you, but we’re in way over our heads, Isshiki-san.”

She wasn’t exactly going to let herself fall into the pits of despair just yet. There was still the fact that she had her phone! So, pulling it out she dialed 110 and was hoping that this would all get fixed quickly. Unfortunately, all she got was a dial tone followed by a “the number you tried to dial does not exist.” Then she tried to call her mom and got the same error. Every number she tried to do so would get the same error and this is when her anxiety spiked. What the hell? She tried to get on the internet and while it would attempt to load, it was so slow it was timing out. “Dammit…okay, you’re right, we’re over our heads Sakura-san.”

The only question was what to do now? She sat down on the ground and was contemplating things, her head still pounding. There was also the fact that he said something about them walking the plank “to hell”. Did he intend on killing them?! That was murder, and illegal. There was no way he would go that far, right? Her breathing was heavy, and her body was trembling a bit as the realization of the situation rushed over her like a high tide.

Her phone was just showing an error for the time which was odd, and she kept trying in desperation to get something going. Meanwhile, Sojiro was just shaking his head because of the futile attempts Futaba was doing to get them out of this situation, or at the very least establish what sort of situation they were in. An unknown amount of time would pass by, and Futaba’s levels of desperation were just growing exponentially.

“I just want to go home. Is that so much to ask?” Futaba asked rhetorically, once again feeling like everything was against her and she was being forced down a path that she didn’t want. “You and me both. But we’re trapped here. So, what now?” The question of the hour for them both. Obviously, the answer was to get out of here, but the way to do so wasn’t clear. However, as she was contemplating their escape plans, she felt a sharp and excruciating pain rush into her head. Followed by a voice.

“Control the narrative…” Narrative? What? She gritted her teeth in pain and Sojiro could tell something was wrong with Futaba. “Isshiki-san, are you alright?!” “Shift the narrative to how you want it.” The voice boomed in her head, feeling like it was pounding against her skull. She was writhing in pain as she grabbed at her head. It was damn near unbearable before the pain resided. At least for the time being. “Isshiki-san, are you alright?!”

“Y-Yeah…did you say something about changing the narrative?” Judging from Sojiro’s expression, he had no idea what she was even talking about. “I didn’t say anything about narratives, I asked if you were alright. Narratives are for stories.” Sojiro remarked before they would hear a bunch of footsteps heading their way. It must’ve been Ryuji and his security. Were they really going to walk the plank to hell so to speak?

As soon as the door to the cell was open, the security guards made their way in and grabbed them both. Their struggles were quickly diminished as they were dragged forward, kicking and yelling that they wanted to be released immediately, that they didn’t do anything wrong. But it seemed Ryuji wasn’t going to have any of that. So, they were getting moved forward through a bunch of cells. As they were, they noticed a weird robotic like human in one of the cells but didn’t get a chance to really glance more as they got taken away.

They were brought into what they thought was the surface, but it was still underground. On top of a pirate ship. Their hands were tied behind their back, and a chain was put on their leg with a cannon ball on the end. Ryuji was really intending on killing them! Getting forced forward, the headache that she experienced before grew stronger and once again she heard some words. “This is not the end of your story. Heed my words and you will be in control of your story.”

Being forced onto the plank, it seemed like their time was up. But just as things got truly hopeless, and despair was settling on them like a stone at the bottom of the lake, she turned around. Her pupils turned a golden yellow and an aura burned around her. “I am thou, thou art I. Heed my words, Isshiki, Futaba. No story is set in stone. You can and will have the power to change the narrative and destiny of you and the people around you. Take the book that will appear and rip out the pages. Now, say the word…”

“W-What are you doing?! Walk the plank already!” Ryuji sounded genuinely shocked at these events and was even more shocked when the aura around her suddenly erupted into a fire momentarily, freeing her from her bonds. Even the shackle around her leg broke off in spectacular fashion. “Persona…” Futaba muttered out as a book descended from the sky.

Without any hesitation at all, she grabbed the book, which had the words Anansi, stealer of stories on the cover. Looking down at the book, it was like there was an instinctual push towards what to do. She grabbed the pages, which felt surprisingly sharp to the touch and started to tear them out. They were giving her some nasty paper cuts, a few drops of blood dropping from her right hand. “Anansi! Heed my words and change this narrative! It’s time for the real story to begin!”

Her clothing started to transform, a dark gray hoodie going over her head, a masquerade mask replacing her glasses. She now sported a cape with white clothes, gray gloves, and knee-high boots. She looked at her book and saw a decorated dagger with Kanji that meant “Story thief” on the handle. The appearance overall was one of a cyberpunk Egyptian style. Grabbing it from in the book, she held it up and then summoned her persona. A 6-armed being would appear alongside her. The mythical stealer of stories, Ananshi.

“It’s time for you to learn your place, and your role in the story.” She pointed the knife at him. And he would back up, fear etched into his face for once. As the guards tried to defend him, she easily wiped them away, one by stabbing them in the chest, and the other by using Agi on them. They shredded apart like pages and then turned into ashes, words escaping from them that left into the ether. Before she could get to Ryuji he had already ran off in a cowardly fashion. So much for him it seemed.

But that didn’t matter, because her attention was towards Sojiro who was watching the whole thing slack jawed, but still tied up. She used her dagger to cut the ropes easily, and then Anansi broke the chain around his leg. “Okay, I’m definitely hallucinating or something here but…that was amazing Isshiki-san. Just how on earth did you manage to accomplish that?”

Of course, that was the question of the hour. Futaba didn’t really have a satisfactory answer. “I don’t know…I just heard voices in my head and then I was able to summon it. Look, we need to get out of here, I'll try to explain afterwards. But first, there is someone down in the brig still that we should rescue.” Sojiro seemed confused about that but would go along with it. She had the sweet abilities after all, not him.

Heading down to the brig, she was able to navigate them easily enough, her eclectic memory proving quite useful. “Let’s see, I think it was this cell and…yep. There was a button to press to open the door, and upon it opening, they would see who was inside. This made her look with surprise and excitement. If she was honest with herself. It was some sort of android cat boy? There were robotic cat ears anyways.

They sported bright blue eyes that looked back and forth, scanning them, their hair or fur was a dark blue, and they sported a yellow scarf. “Uh…” Futaba walked up to them and tapped their shoulder. “Are you alright?” Suddenly it would start to speak. “Designation M012G4NA. My memory banks seemed to have been wiped, I don’t remember my mission or purpose currently.” Futaba’s eyes lit up. Though this was the classic amnesia trope, it was the fact that they were an android catboy! So cool!

Sojiro however, was less than impressed. His expression was one of someone who was so in disbelief over all this that they were just wanting some semblance of normalcy. “Of all the things…look, not to butt in, but do you know a way out of here? Or how you got here in the first place? We just want to get back home at this point.” Upon hearing that, the catboy’s ears perked up. Though they were also curious about Futaba, since she looked different, and he could sense something within her. “Yes. I was exploring the area in hopes to find a way to get my memory banks restored when I was captured. I was brought here by boat. There is an elevator up to the surface in a cave.”

It was a satisfactory answer for Sojiro, but he just watched in annoyance as Futaba was poking and prodding at the catboy in a curious fashion, also giving him chin scratches and head pats. Somehow, that seemed to make him happy. Sojiro just let off a sigh. “Please cut that out Isshiki-san. Let’s just get out of here already.”

“You’re no fun.” A pout escaped Futaba’s lips, but he did have a point. Besides, they could examine him more once they were out of this place. “Alright, I’ll lead the way back up to the deck of the ship. Yar harr harr! Let’s go maties!” “Never do that again.” “Fine.” Making their way back up to the deck, M012G4NA would show them to the side of the deck, where there was an extra boat awaiting them. They just had to get into it. “Allow me, please. I will do this.” He would lower the boat enough to where they could get into it.

Then the boat would be lowered into the water, and they were on their way. “How far to our objective!” Futaba asked sounding all giddy and excited for some reason. “1000 meters. We’ll get there in approximately 3 minutes.” Well, that wasn’t too far. Especially with how easily the rowing was being handled by a combo of M012G4NA and Sojiro. This allowed her to stop and think, looking around the cove where they were at. This had to be some sort of different world, right?

Then she remembered that her mom was working on something that was related to a different world. She was tight lipped about it, getting told repeatedly to never look into her research since it was dangerous and all that. However, was this what her research was about? She remembered the few times that she looked at her notes, and things were lining up. Speaking of mom, she was probably going to kill her for being late to school. Probably.

Now they made their way to the cave and saw another boat floating on the water. This must’ve been Ryuji’s. Damn that coward. Up ahead was the elevator, which they walked up to, and Futaba eagerly pressed the button. She always liked the feeling of pressing an elevator button and listening to the sound of it coming down. No idea why, it was just a neat sound for her. Soon enough, the door dinged and opened, and they got in.

Once the doors opened again, they were in the room next to the entrance with the Ticketmaster. Silence was still emanating from the group since they had just endured a lot, and at this point just wanted to relax. “Hey um, Sakura-san?” Futaba spoke up as they didn’t see a guard at the doorway and made their way through, seeing a familiar sight. “I’m thinking that we ended up in a different world because of this metanarrative app I have. I’m being serious.”

“I know. It doesn’t make any sense, but at this point, I’ll take anything. When you eliminate all the lies, the only thing that remains is the truth, after all.” “That is correct. You got here because of the metanarrative app.” M012G4NA confirmed her theory which made her let off a sigh of relief. “Soon you should be able to use that app again to exit the place and return to the real world.” So, this was also a different world. Good to know.

Before she could respond, Futaba heard footsteps once again. It had to be guards making their way here. Probably to capture or kill the group. “Come on, let’s make an escape sequence. Main quest, activate!” With a knowing nod between the three of them, they rushed out of the entrance, hopping the little fence for the line and then going back to where they began. The metanarrative app was glowing, and she pressed the button, and the whole world would shift around them, and a book would close. At least for the time being.

Finally! The real world! Looking around, the school was right in front of them, just like expected. Man, what a wild and wacky day this was turning out to be. But this bit of celebration wasn’t going to last, as she felt everything catch up to her, exhaustion hitting her like an absolute ton of bricks. The world suddenly started spinning and it wasn’t too long until she succumbed to it, falling to the ground, vision fading from her eyes. This is when everything would truly start to change…

Chapter 3 (Part 1) Here!

#Writing #Fanfiction #The Phantom Revisers (A Persona 5 Fanfic)#Chapter 2: Narrative Shifts #Persona 5 #Persona 5 Fanfiction #long post

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detectiveichijouji · 19 days

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Case 35 preview!! (this one might be longer?)

“He promised to not let those two know tho, but that’s not important! He said the person pretending to be the Kaiser is someone who doesn’t exist anymore!” “What?!” the group gasped, not being sure if they misunderstood Daisuke or not. “What do you mean??” Takeru decided the best for everyone was just ask Daisuke to explain that information, “You mean like a ghost… A spirit?” “No, he said… Someone who got his entire existence removed from this world,” at this point not even Daisuke himself was sure what that meant, but he tried his best to explain, “Like, Noel said this person… Was completely erased, so he does not exist at all.” “Someone who faked their own death perhaps?” Iori mused. “Beats me,” Daisuke shrugged, “But he said this person knows Ken well enough because…” “Because…?” Daisuke took a deep breath before continuing. “What is it, Daisuke?” Ken asked. “You’re going to freak out if I say so…” “Spill it, Daisuke!” Miyako stared at him, threatening the google boy with a french fry. Takeru placed a hand on Daisuke’s shoulder, since he was sitting next to him, “If this could lead us to catch that guy before someone gets severely hurt, you should not hesitate to tell us.” “Exactly,” Hawkmon agreed in a nod. “Ok, so… Uh… How can I say this without sounding weird--” “Say it already!” they all said, impatiently now. “This person was Ken’s friend before they got canned!” he blurted it pretty quick, but still understandable. “A… A friend?!” the kids and their partners exclaimed. “I… I had a friend before?” Ken was perplexed, “But the only friend I had before you five was…” He hesitated to say that name, he didn’t even want to believe this could’ve been a possibility. “... Ryo-san, right?” Wormmon said for him, though. “Who?” Patamon asked. “Akiyama Ryo,” Ken finally answered, he closed his eyes and sighed. “Do you think it’s this person, Ichijouji-kun?” Hikari made the next question this time. “I… I don’t know,” Ken frowned, “This is the only person I met before, he was Osamu’s classmate. But we only got closer when I met him in the Digital World… He also helped me a bit when Osamu passed away, as if he were a brother figure to me.” “Hmm…” they all were musing. “I don’t want it to be true” Ken opened his eyes and glanced at Wormmon, frowning. “Hey, maybe there’s a reason for that!” Daisuke said in an attempt to comfort Ken, “Like, maybe he’s brainwashed or somethin’?? Evil clone? Maybe he’s not gone mad!” “Daisuke is right,” Miyako nodded, “I don’t think this would be purely intentional. Sounds more likely to be someone under an evil digimon’s control.” “Thanks…” Ken smiled, timidly. But deep down he doubted it. He never had talked with Ryo since he became the Kaiser. I don’t even remember when was the last time I saw Ryo-san…

Akiyama Ryo mention? 🤔

the plot thickens!?

#ni rambling about something else in this blog

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sinfulcries · 3 years

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victime des réseaux - saeko x male reader

author’s notes. I AM SUCH A SIMP FOR MISS TANAKA SAEKO. also this is super self indulgent i apologize for not writing my reqs JCJNJDS i promise i have a req that’ll be published soon mwah.

tw. dark content, infidelity, cheating, age gap (reader is 43 while saeko is 35), size difference, one time where saeko calls reader daddy, oral (m. recieving), blowjob, degradation, adultery, shoe riding, exhibitionism, mentions of alcohol, implied single mom! Saeko

You were quite literally, the definition of a perfect man according to society’s strict standard. Not only were you the CEO of a large scale company, having several branches all over Japan, You were also married to Alisa Haiba, a gorgeous half russian woman who also lovingly bore your children. You were living the life that many men aspired to have! However despite the spotless facade, you never really found yourself having fun in anything you do. Always so busy with providing for your family, the thought of anything else seemed to have slipped out of your mind as you worked and worked tirelessly every single day.

Your wife was one smart woman, and she quickly caught on to how stressed you’ve been during the past few weeks. You were slowly burying yourself in piles of work and the time that you had allotted into spending time with your family was now being used to schedule meetings with your clients.

Alisa was more than worried for your well-being, and your children were starting to miss the times where their papa would spend time with them instead of focusing on your job, Which was what led you to where you were now, In a bar with all your friends as you guys washed all your problems away with the hard liquor that filled your guys’ glasses. “My other friend should be here in a minute guys!” Your wife cheered, a clumsy blush painted on her face as she attempted to hide her tipsiness with a wide smile.

You only chuckled at the sight of the adorable woman, placing a hand on her thigh as you continued to chat with your friends, catching up on their stories. “EVERYONE STARTING THE PARTY WITHOUT ME?” A loud voice interrupted your guys’ conversation, and soon enough your eyes were met with the gorgeous woman in front of you. Despite how tiny she was, she was absolutely stunning. the way her tan skin looked in the purple lights and the way her chest would poke teasingly with the skimpy shirt that she wore clearly had such an effect on you.

“Saeko! You actually came!” Alisa beamed, gesturing to the empty seat right beside you. Saeko gave you a cheeky smile in response, adjusting her leather jacket before taking a seat next to you, glancing at the golden band wrapped around your left ring finger. “So you must be Alisa’s husband aye?” She teased making you smirk at her words. “Correct. Nice to meet you, Tanaka-san.”

The blonde woman laughed at your response, giving your shoulder a playful punch as she poured herself a glass of beer. “Call me Saeko. We’re friends now, Y/n! No need to be so formal” You glanced at your wife for confirmation, making her nod excitedly as she took another sip of her drink. “Yeah! You guys are friends now! No need to ask me for permission, Милый”

The night was soon filled with drunk chatter and passed out men. You and Saeko on the other hand were left behind to converse. Alisa had left a long time ago to take care of your children; however, she insisted that you stayed just so that you could loosen up and have some fun for a bit. Saeko was quite the charmer. Her stories about her little brother and tidbits from her interesting life were absolutely hilarious and you quickly found yourself enjoying her company, basking in the comfortable atmosphere as you two chatted the night away. The night was not only filled with drunk men but thoughts of doing sinful things to each other plagued both you and Saeko’s minds.

“Normally I wouldn’t have the time for leisure.” You started, swirling the glass in your hand as you took another sip of the alcohol. “It was never in my deepest desire either to spend time for myself, or for anyone in fact.”

Saeko hummed, tilting her head to the side curiously as she signalled for you to continue. “but one can never be certain of the things they deem as ‘enjoyable’. I have yet to find something or someone that I would consider as more than just free time.”

God-- The alcohol in your system was making you think so irrationally. You had such a beautiful wife who was at home taking care of your children however, the woman in front of you was so fucking enchanting-- and the thought of fucking her in this god forsaken dirty bar was the only thing eating at you the more you spent time talking to her.

“Oh? But you’re mister perfect, aren’t you? Thought you’d find some pleasure in fucking ‘Lisa at least.” Saeko teased, leaning so close to you that you could feel the warmth of her skin radiating against yours. “I’m far from perfect, silly. You know I could always fuck Alisa, but you know damn well that i’d rather take you on the spot.”

Saeko could feel her heart beating erratically at your words. Despite the several times that the two of you had met up in secret, she still nervously jittered at your choice of words. You were a man who knew exactly what you wanted, and despite how wrong it was-- You just felt too good to even resist.

“It was hard pretending not to know you the first time I came in here dumbass.” The woman tried to change the topic with how thick the tension was becoming and you could only chuckle, your hand slowly inching towards her cunt as you circled your finger around her clit under the table. “Well she believed it didn’t she? Besides, she was drunk. She wouldn’t have noticed anyway.”

Need was flooding her senses at an alarming rate, and soon enough she was bucking against you fingers, begging for you to fuck her in the restroom. “Fuck it, let’s get out of here. I need you.” She mewled quietly, feeling the fabric of her panties dampening with each time you rubbed against her clit much faster.

“Glad you feel the same way, princess.” Feeling a smug grin worm it’s way onto your lips, you two were quick in making your way towards the small restroom. Your friends failing to notice your guys’ absence.

Saeko was on her knees the moment you had dragged her into a vacant bathroom stall, the desperation only urging her to unbuckle your belt faster as she fished your cock out of your slacks. “Damn, what a needy whore you are.” You mused, grabbing the blonde by the back of her head before pushing her head towards your half-hard cock. “Always for you, daddy.” Smirking lazily in reply, she wasted no time in wrapping her swollen lips around the thick head, a loud groan slipping past your lips once she started to bob her head to the beat of the muffled club music.

The woman was quite skilled with her mouth, especially with the way her slim fingers were wrapped around the base of your cock, pumping slowly as she felt every vein against her warm palms. You couldn’t help but let out another sultry moan, moving your hips forwards, effectively fucking Saeko’s hot throat.

Chuckling breathlessly, you murmured, “Attagirl, look at you, slobbering all over my cock.”

The shorter woman could feel her pussy getting wetter with each time you abused her throat and you quickly took notice of how needy she was getting as you gave her cunt a firm kick, signalling her to grind on your shoe like a needy bitch in heat. “What would your son think, seeing his mom getting face-fucked by a married man in a filthy restroom.”

A muffled moan was all that Saeko could muster up as she quickly bucked her lips against your shoe, letting her juices stain the expensive leather. She was bound to cum any second now, and soon enough the feeling of your large hand wrapping around her throat sent her over the edge, her tiny body convulsing right against your leg. The blonde attempted to pull away from your cock only to have her head pulled back in to take more of your length. You could feel your own cock twitching in her neck! And seeing the dumbed out expression on her flushed face made you want to capture the pretty sight.

“I can feel my cock in your throat, Saeko. It’ll be fun sending you home with my cum dripping out of both your holes.”

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sixeyesgojo · 3 years

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I’ll Be Your Enemy

Summary: Gojo Satoru is willing to do anything for you. As long as it helps you heal from what haunted your night.

Pairing: Gojo x Reader

Word count: 2,019

Content warning: implied but unspecified mental illness, mentions of self-harm (scratching), mentions of character death

A/N: Kind of stumbled upon this masterpiece of a song and I thought it would be ideal for some Gojo HURT. This entire thing takes place after the Cursed Womb Arc, so to say: after Yuji dies.

Song: Be Your Enemy by Taemin ft. Wendy

PREQUEL HERE: Pictures of You

Quickly, quickly. The key was inserted into the keyhole and turned. The door lock clicked faintly, signaling that the door has been unlocked. Satoru made sure to open and close the door softly as he entered the familiar apartment. Putting the spare key into his pocket, he slid out of his shoes. Usually he would have made some big noise to ‘announce his arrival’ but not this time. He left his shoes neatly at the genkan of the residence and slipped into the white slippers that always stood by the wooden door, an extra pair just for him.

23 minutes ago. “Hello?” Satoru had picked up the phone. “Gojo-san! Finally the call went through. I’m glad I am able to reach you now,” the voice on the other end said. “Yo, Ijichi, what’s up?” Satoru greeted. He had been sent to a pretty rural area of Japan to get rid of some pesky curses and the cell phone reception was poor in that place, so it wasn’t surprising that calls didn’t go through at times. In addition to that, some curses that manifested had an electrical ability, which impaired the cell towers at place even more. Almost as if planned. “Gojo-san, I think you need to come back as fast as you can,” the man with glasses on the other end of the line stated calmly. “Why?” was the only thing the white-haired sorcerer said in response. Somehow, he had a strange feeling in his gut. The tone in Ijichi’s voice didn’t do anything to calm this odd feeling either.

“It’s L/N-san. Something horrible happened and I don’t think she is taking it well. I did my best to calm her but I’m at wits’ end too…” Ichiji explained vaguely. Satoru was experiencing a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time - his stomach churned, it felt like his guts were wrenching inside him - at the mention of your name. “Ijichi,” he said in a relatively calm voice. He was lucky his voice wasn’t betraying him by showing what he truly felt in that moment. Satoru’s feet were set in rapid motion. “Stay calm. I need you to explain to me what exactly happened.”

Gojo Satoru might be many things. A tease, a teacher (supposedly), a cruel man, a strong sorcerer, a crazy coach, a walking menace to some, protective, an inspiration to a handful, a venti-sized manchild, idiotic, a sweets maniac, a lifelong student to Yaga, playful, a pillar of the Jujutsu world… but most importantly, he was a caring person. This goes without saying for his students and especially his loved ones. What Ijichi just said on the phone had left his heart stinging in his chest. He was in the kitchen, leaving the bag he brought with him on the table.

“Alright. I will tell you what happened, Gojo-san.” “I am listening.” “I am not sure if you are aware that this happened,” the suit-clad man began, “but one of the missions that was originally assigned to you - a case of utmost priority of a cursed womb - was suddenly taken off of your pile and reassigned…” Satoru’s eyes narrowed underneath the black fabric. The beginning already left a bad taste in his mouth; missions assigned to him were usually first grade or even special grade and he knew all too well that there were nowhere enough first grade, let alone special grade, sorcerers around. So who had it been assigned to? “...to your three first-year students,” Ijichi finished with a sigh. The sickening hotness of rage filled Satoru’s whole body. Already having realized the scenario that must have taken place, he still asked for confirmation, “What grade?” “...Special grade. One casualty.” The picture that you had taken of him, his first years and yourself (so carefully hung up on your wall at home) flashed in front of his inner eye. He clenched his teeth so hard as he wordlessly hung up; it hurt. It hurt so badly.

Such an atrocious inhumane act coated in malice. He was going to kill these dirty-playing bastards. However, that would have to wait until later. Much later. Satoru couldn’t leave you to your own devices, not in this state. The scenario he concluded for himself earlier replayed in his mind several times as he made his way through your completely dark apartment. His heart stung with each beat. It was almost as if someone drove a blade through his chest repeatedly.

When he stood in front of the closed door of your bedroom, he heard soft sobs coming from inside. Should he knock to let you know someone came? He wasn’t sure what to do. He gave the door two soft knocks and entered the room. It was your hunched form on the bed, no doubt. Satoru could not see your face with the way your back was facing him. Slowly he made his way to your bed and crouched down to face you. Your face was swollen and tear-stained, a sight he didn’t see often. His large hand rested on your shoulder and gently rubbed it, a silent question hung in the air.

Finally, you looked at him with your swollen eyes. Almost instantly, your sobs got louder and you reached out for the tall sorcerer. “S-Satoru…” you hiccuped in-between sobs. “Yeah. I’m here, I’m here,” he reassured you and stroked the wet hair out of your puffy face as you threw yourself around him, relentlessly crying into his broad shoulders. The white-haired man enclosed his arms around you but it wasn’t to hug you for comfort.

He scooped your delicate frame up and wrapped a warm blanket around you before leaning your body against the headboard of the bed. He sat next to you on the bed and guided your head onto his shoulders. Your violent sobbing stopped but tears were still flowing freely.

If there was someone who understood the agony, bitterness and distress someone in this line of work had to face, it was Gojo Satoru. The path of a Jujutsu Sorcerer was painted black and red by trials and tribulations. This was why Satoru was so hell-bent on resetting the world he called his obligation. “If you feel exhausted, just lean on me for a second,” his calm voice sounded through the room. There was no answer from you. Even if there was silence, your feelings reached his heart and he spoke again. “Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked gently. Let it go with me. It’ll be easier to shake this burden off and share it, he thought. Of course, he would never dare force you. You nuzzled into his shoulder, as if to get even closer physically.

Ultimately, the woman sucked in a breath and with a shaky voice and recounted everything in her point of view. “I-I.. was on a mission when I… got a call from Ijichi. ‘Something wasn’t right’, he said and… t-told me about the cursed womb. As soon as I heard… that they sent y-your students there, I rushed to the location but…”, you hiccuped, “...I was too late… Y-Yuji, he-” You sobbed hysterically into his shoulder. Satoru turned to you to wipe away the tears and snot with a tissue. “Shhh, I’m here, I’m here”, he reassured once again, “I’ll fix it somehow.” It was just as he thought: those damned higher ups.

“H-How? This is not… something… you can f-fix, Satoru… not even you,” you continued bawling into his shoulders. I’ll kill all the higher ups, he thought to himself. “I don’t know but I’ll be damned if I can’t do something to change this detestable, loathsome and bloody world we live in,” his voice seethed with anger but it quickly died down as he re-focused on the main topic at hand, “there has to be something I can do, I’ll even drag out Sukuna myself if I have to.” “Please, Satoru…” Your whisper was faint and weak, “I… saw Yuji’s corpse... on the ground... I just want to see him one last time…”

Being a Jujutsu Sorcerer undoubtedly put a heavy strain on your mental wellbeing; nobody was spared from it, not even the great Gojo Satoru. Unfortunately, you were one of the people who were much more affected by incidents like these. He realized how badly it hurt your heart, he knew how much all the students meant to you and he knew just how much more fragile you were than you let on in front of other people. Where there is light, there must be shadow. It wasn’t like he was left unscathed by it either but right now, his utmost priority was you.

“Right,” the male sorcerer murmured more to himself. He still had to check something. “I want you to show me your arms, please.” If this had been a command, it had to be the gentlest one you had ever heard. Maybe it was the fact that there was a hint of pain infused in the way he spoke to you just now that made you show your arms so willingly, or maybe it was the fact that he always sounded so earnest when he took care of you like this. He genuinely cared; it was something you shouldn’t be surprised about, considering how long the two of you have known and cared for each other, but it never ceased to leave you in awe. You held out your arms for him to see.

As carefully as possible, the man examined your arms, his touch ghosting over your skin. It was a good thing he came prepared. The angry red lines, dry blood and broken skin on both of your forearms seemed to scream at him: you hurt yourself again. Without a doubt, he felt guilty. “I’ll be right back,” he announced as he slipped away from the bed after fixing your position and stroking your hair tenderly. A few moments later, your tall friend was back with a few medical supplies. Sitting back on the bed, he started to clean and treat your injuries. Besides a few hiccups and whimpers from your side, silence befell the room.

“Don’t you want to curse and insult me?” His eyes were still fixed on bandaging your arms. “No,” was all you said in response, fearing that your voice would give in. “You should though. After all, it was technically my fault...” Even though you were hurting, you knew Satoru was hurting all the same deep down in his heart, seeing that his precious students were the victims in this case. Satoru really treasured disciples. You took a few deep breaths before you replied, “Please don’t ever blame yourself for this… I know you wouldn’t have… let this shit happen. I know how much you adore them.”

“If it makes you feel better... if it can help you heal, I’ll take it. Any words are fine. I can deal with all the painful words…” Strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you to his chest. It was rare but his voice… unmistakably cracked for a second. A shaky chuckle left your lungs, “Please Satoru,” you wrapped your arms around him as well and nuzzled into his shirt again, “I could never treat you like that. You are everything to me but an enemy. Have always been.”

“I’ll be anything you need. I’ll even be your enemy if you ask me to… so please tell me, so that it doesn’t hurt you anymore…” he said shakily. The blindfolded man had masked his pain up until now, for your sake. It was your time to comfort him. Giving him shelter, like he had done for you. He had already experienced far too much hurt.

“Satoru, all I’ll ever need you to be in my life… is the important and comforting presence you have always been. Don’t change. If things are too much, too overwhelming and you become tired, you can lean on me too. I will never leave you.”

There was nothing left to say, no need. It was enough for both of you to be in each other’s comforting presence.

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harfanfare · 3 years

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I saw this post and I was wondering if you write Malleus' too, is okay for you to make that?

How to win a heart of Malleus Draconia?

a/n: I started posting my writings here because I want to improve my English — so I technically wouldn't make this request. But! Someone on Wattpad (where I take requests) asked for the same thing, so I rolled up my sleeves and wrote this guide today in both languages. Enjoy~

1. Don't be afraid of him.

It is said that the first impression is the most important.

So when you first saw this guy walking through the corridor of Diasomnia, it was hard for you to get rid of that view from your head.

Illuminated both by the green magic flames set in the lobby, as well as by the moon, which eventually managed to break through the dark clouds and with a bright glow appear in the windows of the dormitory, he seemed... lonely and beautiful.

You shuddered as you took a step down the hallway and the dark-haired man turned to you. He measured you with his emerald eyes. And then you recognized him; all the conversations about the mysterious and fearsome Malleus Draconia flew through your head.

Everything told you to rush towards the hallway and run as far as possible, but a piece of you found it inappropriate. Or rather, no one would want to chase everyone away from themself... right?

When you realized you were looking at him for a while, you took a deep breath and nod slightly.

"Good evening, Draconia-san," you said quickly. After a while you added, "The moon is beautiful today, don't you think?”

2. Smile a lot.

Today was a really wonderful day: the test was postponed, your favorite dish was given in the canteen, and for some reason, the last two lessons were canceled – your class had to make just a quick note about a topic and it took less than fifteen minutes.

"Something happened?" Malleus asked, seeing how almost in the jumps you walk past him. When you looked at him, he added, "You smile a lot.”

"I can stop smiling if you want," you made a sad face, but after a while, the corners of your mouth began to tremble uncontrollably and twisted up again. "Oops, I can’t. Today... it was such a good day... that I think I'm slowly using my life's happiness.”

"I didn't say that smiling is bad," he said. "You look so much better when you smile.”

"Oh," you sighed with apparent surprise. "Is it a compliment?"

"It’s rather a fact..?"

3. From time to time visit him during club activities.

"Is this a class of the ‘Gargoyle research society club’?” with a deaf knock you opened the door. Malleus turned to you, making a break from browsing through the materials gathered in the library about the history of each of the gargoyles on the school grounds. And there were a lot of them.

"Yes," he replied briefly, getting up. "Do you need something, [Name]?"

"Not at all, my club don’t have a meeting today," you said, closing the door behind you.

You looked around: the room was as clean as ever, except for one desk, where were laid several huge volumes about statues in NRC.

“Are you here alone?” You said before you thought. You lowered your eyes to see Malleus nodding unconcerned slightly. You blinked several times trying to think of what else you could say. "This room... could be a secret base," that was the first thing that came to your mind. Malleus turned his head to one side, uncertain of your response.

“A secret base..? Why?”

"I have no idea," you admitted quickly. "But the very existence of a mysterious point is interesting, isn't it? Doing normal things, such as watching movies or just talking, seems more interesting in places like this,” After a moment of silence, you sighed. "You know what, this idea with the base is stupid”

"We can try," he replied with serious tone. You raised your eyes to see how he looked around the room. "But you'll just have to explain this idea to me in more detail. We can also tell Lilia, Silver and Sebek about it...” he smiled as if seeing your five together in his thoughts was a pleasure. "It will be surely... fun.”

4. Get yourself a Tamagotchi.

"Look!" you spin a new key chain on your finger. You finally stopped and showed it to Malleus. "Now they are matching!”

A small electronic toy, in a dark green screen that, when it flashed, showed a virtual, pixelated animal. You were impressed with how good quality it was made, especially since you only gave the Shroud brothers a sketch of a toy that Malleus owned.

Your keychain was exactly the same, just a different color and with another pet.

Malleus pulled out his own device and put it on the table. He pressed one of the buttons and a small pet appeared on the keychain – a dragon.

"They can now be friends," you brought your toy closer to so-called Gao-Gao Dragon-kun.

"Do you think so?" He asked in a very surprised tone, but it sounded as if in a moment he were about to burst out with an inexplicably joyful and surprised laugh.

"Of course. Everyone needs a decent friend, no?”

5. Gain the trust of Lilia, Silver and Sebek.

Lilia, one of Malleus' closest people. It is much more likely that you will meet him before Malleus. He will be very proud when he learns that Malleus has found a friend. If you become a taster of Lilia, in terms of his pastries, he will 100% like you, and at 20% you will leave the kitchen alive and well.

Silver, who has mastered the art of sleeping in any conditions. It's easy to get him into your plans, although with the craziest ones he will hesitate. Rather well-disposed towards everyone, he can cover for you when you are not in class— but he usually inadvertently falls asleep and both of you often have penal assignments after school.

Sebek, faithful to Malleus, if he doesn't like you, you won't have too many opportunities to stay by Malleus's side without a thunderous glances at you. He will recognize you if you will listen carefully to his monologues about his master and as a sign of your friendship, he will teach you by heart of all the titles and achievements of Malleus so far.

With this trio by your side, you can get a lot further than you might have imagined...

6. Be a master in hide and seek.

You’d give your right arm that your breath was too loud.

You pressed your hands to your mouth as you crouched in the corner of the room.

From whose voices you already heard, you knew that Lilia had already found Sebek. This meant that you or Silver would still be helping cook dinner since Malleus didn’t come at the start of the game.

This may seem silly, but the ability to play classic games was one of the elements of the art of survival in Diasomnia.

It was thanks to games like ‘stone-paper-scissors’, hide and seek or tag that household chores fell on the shoulders of the losers. Lilia loved the idea, and there was always a proud smile on his lips when he saw his beloved children play together.

You heard the steps behind you and shivered.

Very slowly you turned around and looked up to see Malleus standing over you and wondering what you were doing, crouching in the darkest corner of the room.

Puns were also included in the survival pack.

Fearing that Lilia would hear your whisper, you put your finger on your mouth, asking him not to say a word. You put a begging eye into it – all but not cooking with Lilia. Not again.

Malleus nodded, recognizing the gravity of the situation, although he smiled.

Really, no one would want Malleus to be an enemy.

Or at least in such a situation.

7. Do not hesitate to ask him for help with learning.

"In theory, you should focus on the space around you," Malleus pulled a wand in front of him. It flashed, and almost at the same time, a thin but incredibly strong protective barrier was created around him. “Weaker spells can be reflected. In turn, the stronger ones are better to block”

You nodded understandingly.

Defensive magic was not something easy to understand. Most depended on the person against whom the counter spell was being prepared. And there are countless people who walk on this Earth and want to start fights.

"Unique spells block or avoid physically," he continued. You nodded at every subsequent sentence, slowly feeling like all the lessons are eventually gaining transparency. “Using unique magic against unique magic, the stronger will win, both will lead to explosions or completely reduce.

He looked at you when you wrote down the last sentence in your notebook.

"I sincerely hope that you will only need this information in class," he said with a sigh. "If you need help, call me. I will come. I promise.”

8. Sometimes be persuaded to wear extravagant clothes.

"Do you really think it suits me?" you turned around, looking at yourself from every possible angle in the mirror.

You were going to the theater in a few classes to see some era-related play that you've been discussing now in history lessons. Everyone, respecting the reputation, actions and achievements of theatre, dressed in their best clothes.

Malleus stood next to you.

He was already wearing a black and white outfit with green accessories. They all worked so well together and fitted him like a glove that you were sure that the whole outfit was made especially for him.

"Yes," he replied. "Everything you put on today suited you very well.”

Once again, with critical eyesight, you looked at the outfit, face and hair, before you quickly turned off the lights in the room and closed the door behind you.

Then you smiled at Malleus.

"We can go now," you said. You made your way through the portal to the main NRC building. "And... thank you for your help.

"My pleasure," he said. Under no circumstances was it just a polite formula. He really loved looking at you.

9. Invite him to your birthday/party.

"Another break from school soon, huh?" — you muttered, leaning against the railing.

You took a deep breath and let the fresh, pleasant air refresh you.

"Are you going to home, [Name]?" Malleus asked. Green lights were still flying around him, so you guessed he’d just appeared here.

"I haven't decided yet," you sighed. "It would be nice to go home, but the break won't be very long... Ah, that's right!” you straightened up and turned to him. "How about spending another break together? As soon as I can, I will contact my family... although I cannot promise anything.”

Though he did not show it, Malleus' heart beat a little faster.

Spend free time? With someone? With someone he likes?

"Of course," he sounded less calm than he thought. He wasn’t often invited anywhere, even for the things he should have been on, so there was a lot of excitement growing in his body. "I don't see anything against it.”

10. From "The Great Malleus Draconia-sama" to "Love".

"Ah, The Great Malleus-sama!" you sighed theatrically, taking from him a box of chocolates with a joyful smile. You could promise that because of this dark-haired boy here, you slowly become pampered. "Thank you for your generosity!”

Malleus frowned.

"The Great Malleus-sama"..?” he pondered, putting his fingers to his chin. "Did Sebek told you again to call me with this title?"

"No," you laughed softly at his reaction. "I did it out of curiosity. Maybe I could call you some cute nickname, hmm?" you smiled mischievously.

"For example?"

"By adding ‘-chan’ to your name?” you turned on your phone and typed something related to the nicknames. You started reading suggestions and struggled to hold back from laughing. ” ’Sunshine’, ‘star’, ‘flower’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘love’...

"I like the last one," he said, and the invisible force stung you to the ground.

"Would you like me to call you like that? Out of curiosity or out of love?" You laughed, but your cheeks were all red with blushes.

He smiled sincerely at your reaction.

"Hmm, I wonder..?"

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