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redara · 26 days

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Pairings: Áila Hávarôr / Bi-Han / Tenshikiri Jun Ratings: Explicit Words: 6.418 Tags: F/M/F, Sub-Bi-Han, Toys Summary: Bi-Han admits, he appreciates strong, influential women. AU - canon divergence. Sets in the current timeline, post-MK1, in the AU where everyone agrees for a truce in order to prepare for potential timeline Invaders.

A/N: also posted on AO3. Áila Hávarôr belongs to @tazahan . Tenshikiri Jun belongs to me. Special thanks, Taza, for the discussion about our girls! :3

The threat of invaders from other timelines is still looming over. It is not a simple matter; all sides are wary of each other, cautious for another ‘Damashi’ to trick them. The growing tension is becoming too palpable that Liu Kang, as the Protector of Earthrealm and the former Keeper of Time, has decided to call for a truce. And such a decision is immediately welcomed, at least for now.

Upon entering the Wu Shi Academy, Bi-Han tries, and fails, to hide his disgust. Why, of all places, must the meeting be held here? He strides to the main hall, not bothering to look at his surroundings; Sektor and Cyrax are following dutifully, dressed in their red and yellow mech-armor, sans the helmets.

As expected, the main hall is already packed with familiar faces. Bi-Han glances daggers at Kuai Liang and Tomas, the former who is still donning yellow, and accompanied by his Shirai wife, Harumi. Surprisingly, it is Tomas who gives a small nod to Bi-Han, either out of habit or respect, Bi-Han doesn’t bother to care. He only wants to find a spot in the background where no one can sneak up and stab him – given the glares he receives, there are plenty with such a wish.

He finds a place by a bookshelf, where there are two unfamiliar women standing. One is a voluptuous woman with short orange hair, dressed in black techwear-style outfit; crop-hoodie with intricate silver pattern, cargo pants, and red and white sneakers; she is crossing her arms under her ample chest. The other woman has jet black hair tied up in a bun, dressed in a dark teal kimono, and she is shorter than the first woman. Neither of them look familiar, or important , so Bi-Hand decides to not give them any mind, and stands in the space in front of them.

“Great, now we have a wall in front of us.”

“Jun –” the Orange-Haired woman immediately adds when Bi-Han turns around, “-- sorry, sorry , she doesn’t mean you –”

“Of course not.” The Teal-Dressed woman feigns a smile. “Please, resume standing there, Áila and I are only wallflowers after all.”

Bi-Han frowns at the sarcasm, “If you are short , you should be aware not to stand in the back.”

“Yes, apologies. Clearly, we should have brought stepladders to this meeting.”

The Orange-Haired woman, Áila, looks apologetic for the Teal-Dressed woman, Jun, who looks annoyingly smug. Bi-Han could reply, in fact, he wants to, but he’d rather not add two more people to the list of ‘people who want to kill him’, so he opts to ignore them – which has proven difficult, now that they’re muttering behind his back.

Liu Kang finally begins the meeting, fashionably late, as usual. The Fire God still looks the same since the last time Bi-Han saw him, though now he looks rather tired, if a God can be tired… “Thank you for sparing your time for this important meeting. I hope this won’t be the only time we are standing together, as there is strength in number, and solidarity. I understand some of you have different goals, clashing goals, and I appreciate it that you are setting aside your differences to fight a common enemy – The Invaders.”

Does he ever stop talking? Bi-Han sighs quietly as Liu Kang goes on a lecture about the current situation; how another Titan has been spotted invading other timelines, and it’s only a matter of time before they come to this one; how the Shirai Ryu (Bi-Han grunts at the name) have agreed to set aside their rivalry with the Lin Kuei; and how Quan Chi and Shang Tsung have agreed to ‘play nice’ for once as to not have Empress Mileena and her court hunt them down. All the boring details that could have been summarized in a written note, instead of calling for a meeting.

But then Liu Kang concludes, “Before I forget, we have two additional guests here. They may not have been involved in our latest kombat, but they are of powerful clans seeking to maintain the peace and alliance. Uh –” he looks around the room, so uncharacteristically confused as he scans the faces of everyone. Somehow Bi-Han has the feelings that the two thorns behind him are the ones Liu Kang is searching for –

Aaand he is right, when Jun speaks up aloud, “We’re here, Lord Liu Kang.”

Now all eyes turn towards Bi-Han, seemingly judging him for blocking the two guests, and he steps aside before anyone could ask him to. Liu Kang smiles, “Ah, there you are. Everyone, let me introduce you to Áila Hávarôr, future chieftain of the Sól Eldur clan. Her clan has been a dear friend, and their inventions have helped keep Earthrealm safe for centuries.”

Áila gives a respectful salute to Liu Kang and the room, “Pleased to meet you.”

Liu Kang continues, “And Tenshikiri Jun, the current Head of the Tenshikiri family. Once a clan serving the Empire as Spymaster, they are now oath-bound as secret keepers of Earthrealm.”

Jun bows deeply, before standing straight and replies, “It’s an honor to be here.”

“The honor is mine, Lady Áila, Lady Jun. As per our agreement, the two of you shall join forces with the Lin Kuei, in hope the three of you can come up with a battle plan if the Invader does invade our timeline.” Liu Kang gestures at Bi-Han, “Please, look no further than to your right, and you’ll find Bi-Han, the esteemed Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.”

Áila casts a bright, carefree smile, “Ah, yes, we’ve been, uhm, acquainted.”

“With his back.” Jun mutters under her breath.

“If you’d like to step closer to the table, I’m sure we still have more space by the Champions.” Liu Kang gestures to the four Earthrealm Champions who are standing side by side.

Bi-Han watches as Áila and Jun accept the offer; they walk with their heads held high, and a formal smile on their faces. But he doesn’t miss the small glance they throw at him as they walk past him, one of curiosity and interest, both pairs of eyes locking with his dark brown ones. And in that single moment, Bi-Han can’t figure out why he is annoyed in the first place.

***

In the next few days and weeks, however, Bi-Han finds himself growing more annoyed than usual. At least now he’s back in the Lin Kuei compound, a familiar place devoid of judgmental people, and back on his routine as the Grandmaster. He’s sitting behind his desk in his office, reading the reports gathered by his Lin Kuei regarding the two unfamiliar clans he didn’t know existed prior to the meeting in Wu Shi Academy. Both the Sól Eldur and the Tenshikiri clans show promises and great rapports, in fact, they have been so secretive in assisting Earthrealm that the Lin Kuei have not needed to cross paths with them before.

Perhaps it should have stayed that way , for now he keeps seeing the names of Áila and Jun in every document, and his heart sinks a bit deeper each time. There is something about those two. Perhaps it’s the fact that Áila and her clan are blessed by the power of the sun and can torch the Earth if given the opportunity, yet they choose to remain pacifists for all these years. Perhaps it’s the fact that Jun and her family know every little secret in the world, but still keep them despite being capable of using them for their own gain.

Two beautiful women of powerful clans, commanding forces under their leadership – so why does it bother Bi-Han so much?

Perhaps it’s the fact that Áila’s voluminous chest would jiggle enticingly with every little move she makes – even the action of going downstairs becomes such a lewd display, that Bi-Han has tried so hard to focus on her face entirely. Perhaps it’s how Jun’s curvy hips would sway when she walks – Bi-Han doesn’t know if he enjoys the sight of her approaching or leaving. Perhaps it’s the way both of them would look at him, a mixture of coy and playful, like waves on the sand, enticing him to come closer into the sea to drown him.

And he hates to admit it, but by the Gods, some days he wants to step into the figurative sea and drown.

The door to his office is knocked. Bi-Han shakes his head to clear out the thoughts of Áila and Jun completely; he clears his throat, and gruffly responds, “Come in.”

Just his luck, the two burdens of his mind enter his office; they carry themselves in their own personal grace, like the sun and the moon, and Bi-Han suddenly feels like the dark space they accompany.

“Good evening.” He greets Áila and Jun, watching as they begin to occupy the space of his office. “To what do I owe this visit?”

Bi-Han is not sure who he has to watch; Jun is observing the line of decorative weapons on the wall, hips swaying with each step that she takes; Áila stands in front of his desk with her hands in the pockets of her cargo pants, shifting from one foot to another, and with each movement, her chest heaves. His attention finally settles on Áila as she speaks, “We’d like to say thank you for allowing us to stay with the Lin Kuei for this unforeseeable future. We understand it must be difficult to let strangers into your home, and we thank you for your trust, and – uhm…” she looks away, still shifting on her feet.

“And we trust you in return.” Jun adds without looking away from the decorative weapons.

“Right. I had that on the top of my head.” Áila looks at Bi-Han again, though now he notices a slight pink hue on her cheeks. “Uh… We just want to say that we trust you, and we feel that you do too, I mean, we are allies and – Jun, I can’t do this. You’re the one who’s good with words.”

Jun turns to her, “Why, you were doing great before that.”

“Oh, come on…”

The exchange raises both alarm and confusion in Bi-Han that he’s not certain on how to respond except, “What are you two blabbering about?”

Áila cocks her head towards Jun, “We have a point, I promise, but she will explain it.”

Bi-Han raises an eyebrow at the said woman, “Well? You’re talking about hospitality and trust, I don’t think I’d extend either if you two are acting weird in front of me.”

With a sigh, Jun begins to make her way to his desk; even paced, calculated movement, almost like a dance. “We intended to make this as refined as possible, but crass will have to do, given your attitude. We’re saying that we’re not blind, Bi-Han.”

“Who said you are?”

“We noticed your stare. I am a Tenshikiri, I’m trained to read the subtlest body language, and yours is loud.” Jun stops next to Áila. With both women looking at him intently, Bi-Han finds his heart beats a bit faster. “Did you think we wouldn’t notice your heated gaze on my hips? Or your ogling of Áila’s massive tits?” Áila nudges Jun’s side, but she continues. “We’re all adults here, so let us talk like adults, shall we? If my observation is incorrect, tell me so, and we will offer you our apology, take our leave from your office, and we shall continue our days like this has never happened. So, would you like to admit it, or deny it, Grandmaster?”

The shame growing in the pit of Bi-Han’s chest makes him feel like a hormonal teenager again, and he tries to suppress it, even though his face feels a bit warmer than usual. Gripping the armrests of his chair, his fingertips layered by ice in hope to quell his emotions. He glances between the two women, heat begins to consume him inside out, just like the urge to be honest or to lie to save face.

What’s the worst that could happen?

Bi-Han heaves a heavy sigh, body slumping against his chair. “How astute. Forgive me for having a keen sense of observation. You should feel safe within these walls. But,” he adds sharply, “I merely admired what your hard work has bestowed upon your physique. I’d be foolish if I did not notice them entirely.”

Jun glances at Áila. There is a smirk shared between them, and Bi-Han swears he sees a mischievous glint in their eyes, one that he doesn’t expect to see from them. Jun starts, “I told you. My skill is impeccable.”

Áila’s pink cheeks grow redder, “So you said. Now what?”

“Now it’s our turn to be honest. You do it.”

“Fine…” Áila groans, before schooling her expression into a decent one, albeit still holds mischief behind her smile. “We – ahem – we’ve also been ‘observing’ your hard work. We think it’s impressive, worthy of many praises – you are possibly the most beautiful man we’ve ever seen. Don’t laugh!” She chides as Jun snickers into her palm.

The cogs in Bi-Han’s mind fall into places, and oh… they’ve been ogling me as well? Them? Both of them? There is a cracking sound coming from his armrests, where his ice has taken form and completely ruined the fine wood, but he doesn’t care for that for now. These two women who have occupied his thoughts just confessed that they have been looking at him as well, and – and now what?

“Ah… Thank you.” is what Bi-Han can manage, for deep inside, his desire grows and he doesn’t wish it to be known, not when Áila is blushing so adorably, and he wonders if she’ll blush the same shade of her hair – does the hair below matches the hair above? – and certainly not when Jun is undressing him with her eyes, and he wonders what kind of expression she will give when she breaks underneath him –

Bi-Han huffs an icy breath. The display earns the attention of the two women. He is the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. He is the infamous Sub-Zero who is widely known and respected. He can handle the toughest enemies and the hardest of battle, certainly he can handle two lustful creatures.

“Since the cats are out of the bag,” He begins, heart pounding harder and steadily, watching Áila and Jun’s response, “and since we are adults who are capable of being responsible for our own… desire, let me ask what do you have in mind?”

“Perhaps we should foster our alliances deeper .” Áila glances between Jun and him.

“Nothing better than showing the naked truth to foster trust.” Jun purrs. “And you? What does the Grandmaster want?”

Bi-Han can’t help the pull on the corner of his lips, or the growing need in the restraint of his pants, or how he thinks how adorable that these two women are acting like they are in control of the outcome. But he welcomes their heated gaze nonetheless, as he gives his reply, “Do whatever you wish to me.”

***

The cold bedroom gradually grows hotter with each layer of clothing that’s being shed. Bi-Han admires how both Áila and Jun are not holding back from their desire, and neither is he; he interrupts Áila from undoing her bra by pulling her for a kiss – she moans, partially in protest of his colder lips, but she complies and melts into his touch, arching into his palm that’s kneading at one of her breasts. They feel heavy and full and soft, and Gods , Bi-Han wants to bury his face in between them.

A small chuckle is heard behind him, and he parts from Áila to find Jun, already in her naked glory, approaching the bed with a small box in hand. Bi-Han grows curious, “What is that?”

“This?” Jun shakes the box lightly. Whatever’s inside sounds heavy. “It’s something pleasurable, I promise.”

He is not convinced. He approaches her, silently demanding to see the content.

She clicks her tongue, “Mm… Such impatience.” She opens the box, and just as she has said, the variety of toys stored within make Bi-Han’s dick twitch in reaction. Jun takes out a large vibrator, “Would this be too much to handle? We can start with the – UNF.”

Her challenging tone dies down when Bi-Han silences her with a kiss. Her shaky breath is a reaction to his cold tongue, and she mewls when he palms her breasts – they are significantly smaller than Áila’s, but he enjoys her hardening nipples, how she jumps as he pinches them to attention.

A warm hand holds his lower back. Áila hums, “I believe you said we are to do whatever we want with you?”

Bi-Han swallows thickly, did I? Oh, right, I did. “Fine.” He grumbles internally, climbing into the bed to settle in the center. His erection is straining against his boxer brief, too tight, twitching in excitement as Áila and Jun are standing at the foot of the bed, observing him. The warm light of the room accentuating the beauty of their naked bodies, the curves and dips, the colors and marks, the perfect imperfections.

When he finally removes his boxer brief, his erection springs free and heavily, and he swears he hears both women gasp. Their reaction pumps his pride – he is not stupid, years of training have sculpted his body into a perfect weapon, but also given him an impressive physique – so he lies there with a smirk, hand holding the base of his thick length, and he watches Áila and Jun’s eyes widening.

“Truly an asset –”

“-- befitting a Grandmaster.”

They finish each other's sentences.

Without wasting any time, the bed dips when Áila and Jun begin to climb up to lie beside him. Áila is to his right, and Jun is to his left, and both are on their sides with their breasts pressing against him. Bi-Han curls his arms around them, cupping their breasts, earning their shared moanings.

Jun holds his chin, pulling him for a kiss; tongues and teeth clashing; he holds her breast a bit firmer, milking a moan. He feels Áila kissing his chest, and her hand is roaming up and down his sculpted abs, nails lightly scratching his sensitive skin, making him buck slightly. He wishes her touch would glide lower to his aching cock that’s waiting for attention, but she is taking her sweet time kissing and nibbling and marking him.

The kiss ends when Jun decides it does; she turns his chin towards Áila, where Bi-Han finds her looking at him with such a bright smile, and so sweetly she holds his cheek. Her kiss is slow and steady; their tongues moving in tandem against each other. It’s intoxicating, that Bi-Han fails to notice what Jun is doing until he feels her finger on the tip of his cock.

“Mmh…” He hums into Áila’s mouth as Jun teases his cockhead. The light touch is experimental, but by the Gods, does it feel damning. He grunts when his slit is teased, rubbed rather vigorously, gathering the little precum that’s leaking.

Jun’s hand leaves him, but Áila’s replaced it, holding the base of his cock with just enough pressure for him to feel her warmth. She begins to pump him, up and down, slowly, gently, earning an involuntary buck of his hips.

Bi-Han parts from the kiss to breathe. Eyes closing, he’s savoring the feeling, throat humming in reaction. “Mm… That’s it…”

“Does it feel good?” Áila hushedly asks, head pressing against his chest.

Bi-Han can only hum, but he shows his appreciation by squeezing the breasts of both women; the soft squishy of Áila’s and the perkiness of Jun’s. He is enjoying the movement, the warmth, every little thing that makes his cock twitch happily and he’s growing harder and harder and –

A soft hum joins the shared breathing in the room, and the next thing he feels is a steady vibration pressed against the underside of his cockhead. He opens his eyes and looks down, seeing Áila holding the base of his cock steadily, while Jun is pressing a vibrator to his cockhead; the tip is buzzing, blurring. Bi-Han rasps, “What are – ngh –”

“We are making ice cream.” Áila replies in a sing-song tune, still smiling brightly.

Jun moves the vibrator up and down his cockhead; Bi-Han bites back a yelp when she presses it over his slit, “This is the slowest setting. Let’s see how long it takes for you to come.”

Bi-Han grits his teeth, “Insolent maidens… Is that – mmh – a challenge?”

“You can back down whenever you want, you know.”

The vibrator is pulled away, and though Bi-Han sighs in relief, his cock twitches involuntarily, missing the sensation. Áila giggles, “Seems your dick wants more.” She moves her hand up to the tip – he bucks and grunts – and she gathers the precum, smearing it down his length. She repeats the action two more times before settling back to holding the base. “You have to use your words, Bi-Han.”

Jun moves the vibrator closer, and Bi-Han watches, partially in want and partially in dread, as the silicone tip is inching closer to his twitching cockhead. She hums appreciatively, “Ooh are you shy? You’re blushing so adorably.”

“Quiet.” Bi-Han growls. “You want to do whatever to me, do it, quit wasting time – NNGH –” a whine escapes his throat when the vibrator is pressed to its previous position again. The sudden sensation makes his core muscle clench, making him more aware of the feeling, how it tickles in a good way.

To make it worse, Áila is now moving her hand, shallow pump, steady and firm, and Bi-Han could only throw his head back. His legs are shaking, and the two devious women have taken the liberty to wrap their warm legs around each of his thigh; he can feel their heat and wetness, clearly they are also aroused by the activity. He tries to buck, but they keep their hold steady.

Then, the vibrator is pulled away again.

Bi-Han grunts in annoyance, but the women are laughing, and he is in no position to demand when his cock is oozing precum and twitching on its own, when his balls feel so tight and full, ready to burst whenever. “Get on with it.”

“You want to come?” Jun asks, and he can hear her smirk.

“Of course.” He opens his eyes, finding her observing his face. But his eyelids are fluttering to a close when Áila kisses his strained neck, and soon he is lost in the sensation of being teased, hot and cold, fast and slow.

The vibrator returns with a raised power. Bi-Han can’t help the bucking of his hips, the twitching of his cock – he is close, so close, it feels so good, so good, so good – mmhhh!

The sound that he makes is something he doesn’t know he’s capable of; a pathetic mewling, a moaning. Bi-Han pants aloud when the vibrator leaves him again, so close to the bliss, but so far away. He grips the breasts tightly, warningly, but it only earns Áila and Jun’s shared giggle. Though the sound annoys him, it also melts him, knowing they are having fun at the expense of his demise.

“Once more for good measure?” Áila asks tentatively.

“No. No.” Bi-Han shakes his head, eyes closed tightly. “You’ve been denying me release. It’s unfair.”

“Unfair is going back on your words – you said ‘whatever we want’.” Jun turns the vibrator off. The lack of humming sound in the room alarms Bi-Han. “What do you say, Áila? Do you think we should continue or not?”

Áila chuckles, “You’re cruel.”

“ Fine .” Bi-Han repeats with a loud huff. “Fine… Do it.”

Just as the words leave his lips, the vibrator is returns to its position, yet it’s not on. He waits, anticipating, but he’s not expecting two pairs of lips pressing a kiss to his cheeks. His eyes flutter open, just in time to see both Áila and Jun hovering over him with smiles gracing their beautiful faces.

“Such a handsome man…” Áila praises.

“A good Grandmaster…” Jun adds. “Here is your reward.”

The vibrator turns on at the highest setting; Bi-Han growls deeply and throws his head back, eyes clenched shut, as he feels all of his nerves are alight. Áila and Jun hum as they’re settling their heads on his chest. The muttered praises are muffled by his own grunting, his complaints and singing of arousal. Áila moves her hand again, at the same time Jun rubs the vibrator all over his cockhead, and the combined action defeats him completely.

“C-close –” Bi-Han rasps for no reason.

His orgasm hits him like a tidal wave, pulling him under the bliss, that all he can feel is the twitching of his cock as Áila and Jun are milking him; thick sperms shooting out of him, painting his abdomen with the hot, sticky substance. Bi-Han gasps when they still continue their actions, still holding his cock firmly, still pressing the vibrator against his very sensitive head. His twitching cockhead leaking out the remains of his seeds.

Bi-Han pries his eyes open, looking at the blushing Áila and Jun, how wide their smiles are, and how it makes his heart soar knowing he’s the cause of their joy. While at the same time, he wants to protest their grip at his sensitive cock, the still vibrating vibrator trying to coax another ticklish orgasm out of him. “... nough – enough … I’ve come…”

But he’s not prepared to receive the answer, as the two beautiful maidens look at him, eyes glinting with mirth, and collectively reply, “We know.”

***

The heat of the room becomes a bit unbearable, as sweat begins to layer Bi-Han’s skin. He’s drunk on bliss, after having been milked twice by the vibrator; the offending tool has been set aside, thankfully. But now he lies, panting, thirsty for more, while at the same time he’s had enough. However, it’s difficult to know which desire he wants at the moment, especially when his head is lying on Áila’s plush thighs, and her breasts are just a kiss away from him.

Áila is caressing his hair; his bun has become loose in the midst of everything. The action is soothing, calming, also encouraging. Bi-Han looks up at her, past her impressive chest. His tongue darts out to taste her nipple, and like a baby, he latches there, suckling, earning her soft moaning.

Once again for the night, he fails to notice what Jun is doing. Only at the last second that he feels her straddling his hips; his hands automatically hold onto her thighs, fingers splaying trying to grab ahold of her. She chuckles, breathy and lustful, and he feels her taking his hardening length in her hand.

“Áila, I think your tits are magic. Look,” Jun gives him one long stroke, “he’s hard again.”

Áila laughs, “Indeed, breastfeeding has so many benefits.”

Bi-Han bucks his hips when he feels Jun rubbing her wetness all over his length. He can feel her warm cunt, and his cock is eager for a taste. His hands find her hips and pull her close, earning her chuckle, “How insatiable, Grandmaster. Relax. You don’t need to beg for this. I need you…” She presses his tip to her cunt, and though it’s not yet entering, the spreading heat is enough for Bi-Han to want to drive into her.

Then Jun sinks down his length.

Their shared moaning is loud; hers a broken one, his is startled one. Her walls are warm and tight, and he can feel his tip pressing against her cervical opening. Jun rocks her hips gently, and her moan erupts again. “A – ah … fuck … you’re so thick…”

Initially, Bi-Han believes she won’t be able to handle him. He believes she would give up, and he would have to plow into her at his own pace, and finally break her under his command. But the more she moves her hips, the steadier her pace has become, and within seconds, it is Bi-Han who finds himself at the edge of breaking again. He should have known the sway of her hips is lethal. Paired with the clenching of her walls, he can feel all of her with such shallow, hard thrusts.

Jun looks powerful like this; rocking and bouncing on his cock, humble-sized breasts jiggling in response, and the strands of her hair dancing back and forth with it. The flushed face and the parted lips, sharp eyes looking at him from hooded lids – somehow he wants nothing but to please her, wants her to be pleased by him.

With Áila’s breasts pressing against his face, earning a few lazy kisses and licks as he breathes and moans, Bi-Han could die peacefully. He doesn’t know what to feel when bliss is rushing all over his nerves. His cock is twitching, getting harder and more sensitive, especially when Jun suddenly clenches down tightly; her walls are spasming, and she throws her head back; her lips forming a perfect O, with her eyes closing tightly – she comes hard. It doesn’t take long for her to greedily continue moving, either to prolong her orgasm or to earn herself another one. For a moment, Bi-Han feels wild, feeling like a toy being used for her pleasure, and he loves it .

Áila looks at him from between her breasts, “Hmm? You’re loving this aren’t you?”

“What?” Jun breathes out between moaning.

“Yes, I think he’s loving this, Jun.”

“I do not – ah –” Bi-Han protests hastily.

Jun laughs, “I can tell you’re lying even when your face is buried in tits.”

Bi-Han tenses when he feels Áila’s hand on his chest. Her fingers are circling around his nipple, teasing, coaxing it to become erect. He huffs, “Wanton creatures… How – nngh – how can I not react… when you keep teasing me…?”

“You could freeze us, but so far you haven’t – OH!” Jun’s words are cut off when Bi-Han layers his hands in ice, and he grips on her hips tighter. He wants to hear her protest, wants to hear her beg him to release her, but instead, she is mewling, long and wanting. “Ohhh… You play dirty, Grandmaster… Didn’t you know pain and pleasure go hand in hand?”

Bi-Han knows he is lost when Jun rocks her hips faster. He knows he is lost when Áila mutters hushed words of encouragement, and he beams up for each stroke of her hand against his hair. He knows he is lost when he feels Jun’s walls enveloping his length tightly, and she twitches and moans aloud when she comes again, this time accompanied by his. Hot white liquid spurting out in liberation, painting her insides completely. He knows he is lost when Jun removes herself from him, and he whines – the Grandmaster whines – at the loss of warmth around his sensitive cock.

Oh, but for once, losing feels so good.

***

“Does this hurt?” Jun pulls the chain slightly.

Bi-Han huffs, looking down at the chain, following it to the nipple clamps that are now attached to his erect nipples. They look so red. When he doesn’t reply, Jun tugs the chain again.

“I said, does this hurt?” She repeats.

“No.” Bi-Han grunts.

“They look like they hurt.” Áila comments from where she is lying down on the bed, propped up by comfortable pillows. Her legs are parted, baring her pink cunt to the air; Bi-Han’s gaze falls to it, can’t deny that he is eager for her even after so many times coming.

“It’s not.” Bi-Han assures her. To be honest, he has never thought his nipples would be in this situation, but here they are, and he’s feeling way too good about it. He takes his position between Áila’s legs; his hard length resting on top of her mound. He can feel her hot cunt against his balls.

Áila looks divine in this position. Sprawled out on his bed, hands clutching tightly on the sheets, and her bright-colored hair a stark contrast to the fabric. She looks adorable, with the blushing cheeks, and still bright smile that’s just begging to be turned into orgasmic bliss. He wants to ruin her, wants to be ruined by her.

Bi-Han rubs his length along her opening, tip teasing her leaking cunt. She feels warmer, hotter than Jun’s, and when he finally enters her – Gods! – Bi-Han believes he would have melted instantly. Yet he persists, pressing forward until his hips are flushed against hers. He hoists her left leg to his shoulder, wanting to drive in deeper, she moves her right thigh further, wanting him to drive in deeper.

Then he begins to move.

With each thrust, his nipple clamps move, and it sends jolts of bliss to his sensitive tips. It makes his cock twitch involuntarily. It tickles, but feels arousing. It aches, but feels blissful. He is lost in the sensation shortly, when he can hear Áila’s loud moaning, when he can hear the slapping of flesh and the wet squelching noise of her cunt, when he feels her walls threatening to melt his cock off from how tight they are squeezing him.

Suddenly, the chain is tugged, and Bi-Han’s eyes shoot open in shock; he groans in protest when his pace falters. He feels Jun leaning behind him, pressing her naked front to his back. Her right hand is tugging at the chain, while her left is on his head, giving a gentle pat. “Hush… You are doing so well…”

I was, until you interrupted me , is what Bi-Han wants to say. But he grits his teeth and remains quiet, and focuses on fucking Áila as best as he can without faltering again. He can feel her getting close; cunt twitching, her moaning escalating into a crescendo, and –

And she comes, at the same time as the chain is tugged three times, and Bi-Han finds himself moaning aloud to accompany Áila’s wanton cries. He grips her thighs firmly, trying to ground himself, not wanting to come just yet. But it’s difficult when Jun is teasing the living hell out of him, giggling and peppering kisses to his sweating temple.

“One more, for the sake of being fair. I came twice, she must come twice as well.” Jun whispers, still holding onto the chain.

Bi-Han can’t think straight. His mind is too fucked up to even make a coherent sentence, that he simply nods in reply, and sounding off a breathy, “Yes.” His hips begin to move again, picking up the pace again, that by now it feels like an automatic action, a carnal desire. He wants to come, again and again, wants to paint their insides with his seeds, wants to have them howling his name and crying aloud from how good he’s making them feel.

But his reply must have been not good enough. The chain is tugged again, but this time is by Áila; he bows down, following the pull of the chain. His eyes lock with hers, seeing the lust she shares. Her question is laced with the same lust as well, “Are you – ahn – are you going to please me – mmh?”

Bi-Han nods frantically.

Jun coos at his back, kisses littering on the hard plane of his torso, on his shoulders, on his nape. Dainty fingers coiling with his hair, rubbing at his scalp, gently kneading. Bi-Han drives in faster and harder into Áila’s sopping cunt, again and again and again –

He feels her walls clenching around him again, and he can’t stop the blissful moaning that erupts from his throat; his cock twitching in delight, and his seeds are leaving him without having to be asked. It is too much, too damn much, that he gets lightheaded.

He feels himself being pulled backwards until he’s out of Áila’s divine walls, and he’s lying on his back, sweating. He registers the bed shifting as the two goddesses are moving about. Jun removes the nipple clamps one by one; with each one, she rubs a cooling ointment on his sore nipples carefully. He swears he hears her muttering what a good job he has done, and how good he looks. Then, shortly, he feels a wet, warm towel being dragged along his lower abdomen, as if giving him a bath. It cleans up his length from his sticky sperm. Áila’s face comes into view, and she plants a kiss to the tip of his nose, a smile so bright he could claim her as his sun.

When his breathing has become calmer, he feels the bed dips again. Automatically, he opens his arms, welcoming both Áila and Jun to lie on his chest, cuddled up in a shared body warmth. With a slow movement, he plants a kiss on their damp foreheads, each one earning their pleased humming. And only then do they close their eyes, and drift asleep, high on cloud nine of bliss.

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“You… wish to be placed with the Lin Kuei for an indefinite amount of time?” Liu Kang asks, confusion etched on his face. “I mean no offense, I’m merely confused as to why. When I suggested it at first, you two didn’t seem to want it, said Arctika is too cold and harsh.”

“Well, it was then, but after a while it grows on us.” Áila replies with a shrug. “I’ve informed my clan. As long as I’m doing my part to keep Earthrealm safe, they are fine with my decision.”

“Likewise,” Jun comments. “The Tenshikiri can operate individually; I have my General at the ready should anything urgent comes up. You have nothing to worry about, Lord Liu Kang.”

The Fire God, despite still in confusion, finally relents. “Very well. Should you require anything, do not hesitate to inform me.”

Jun smiles, “Rest assured. The Grandmaster is treating us well.”

“Indeed, he is.” Áila adds. “Please excuse us. We must return to Arctika at once; there are plenty to plan for the sake of Earthrealm.”

Bi-Han hums, leaning by the door to Liu Kang’s meeting room, listening to the conversation that’s taking place within. He counts the footsteps of Áila and Jun, and anticipates their arrival to his location. They notice him, as he does them, and though it is subtle, the little look they exchange speaks louder than words.

“Now that is done.” Áila begins.

Jun finishes, “Shall we return to Arctika, Grandmaster?”

With his smile hidden behind his mask, Bi-Han hushedly replies, “As my ladies wish.”

#bi han #bi han x oc #bi han imagine #original character #Áila Hávarôr #Tenshikiri Jun #MK1 #mortal kombat 1 #fanfic #smut #redarader

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thedeviltohisangel · 4 days

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Hii :) How do you think Cass and John would have met in the modern era? Would Cass still have called off the engagement and joined the militia? Or would she have another job?

OK SO.

I gave this a lot of thought on my ride back from Charleston today. And as a point of inspiration, I had always had little thoughts about fighter pilot John and CIA Cass meeting each other in Afghanistan but then Friday I saw the Thunderbirds perform and saw all these people wanting to meet their wives and just thought Cass would fucking hate that and thus an image of modern John/Cass was clearly in my head and invaded my entire trip.

HOW THEY MEET:

Cass is in the Air Force reserves and gets sent on three month orders to North Carolina for the summer. No one knows she is CIA in her civilian life.

John Egan is a HOT SHOT F15 pilot (Air Force academy grad, flies fast and dangerous) who sees her at a bar in OBX when he escapes there for the weekend.

She plays much harder to get in the modern AU. Avoiding all his attempts to take her to the beach and take her to see his plane and get dinner at sunset. But he tries so freaking hard and has ignored every other girl that comes near him so she starts to feel warm in her chest and gives in.

Cue a sickeningly sweet and romantic summer love full of John driving her around in his Jeep and listening to country music and 80s rock and dancing with her at local concerts and minor league baseball games and sneaking kisses in the hallway and her waving to him from the side of the air field before he takes off.

But summer ends and Cass gets the call to Kabul and she can't tell John her real job and where she's going and why she has to go so she breaks his fucking heart and her own in the process. (why'd you let me fall in love with you then?)

And a few weeks later John gets his own orders to deploy and he lands in the sandbox and is looking over maps of patrol area for the next day and he hears a voice that he hasn't heard in months and he looks up and there she is. Arguing with his Colonel like she doesn't have a care for authority if the call is not in line with her objectives.

And he wants to say something but-is that a ring on her finger?

#john egan #masters of the air #john egan fanfiction #masters of the air fanfiction #mota #john egan x oc #answered #cass and bucky #john egan x reader #mota fanfic #bucky egan x reader #mastersoftheair #mota fic

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leoramage · 8 months

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iris + mastermind (part two)

⊹ masterlist ⊹ taglist ⊹

⊹⊱ trigger warning - [mentions of emotional heartbreak, swearing]

⊹⊱ theme - [university au]

⊹⊱ pairings - [mick schumacher x student!y/n x daniel ricciardo]

⊹⊱ keywords - [muse. "your beauty should be captured and framed." steal my girl. "capture a piece of her essence, a glimpse into the depths of her soul." unrequited. "more than just a subject; she is the embodiment of artistry itself."]

The library was bathed in the soft glow of reading lamps, and the soft hum of fluorescent lights revealed the rows of dusty books, creating an ambiance of solitude that lent itself to focus — a sanctuary of silence in the heart of Gran Vincere Academy. Daniel sat alone at a corner table, engrossed in his studies, oblivious to the world around him. The weight of academic responsibilities bore down on his shoulders, leaving little room for idle thoughts. His camera, a trusty companion, sat perched on the table before him, its lens staring back at him with anticipation. It lay stealthily hidden beneath a pile of books, its lens pointed towards an inconspicuous spot. He had been studying diligently, but curiosity had a way of taking control.

Weeks had passed since Mick had confessed his feelings to you, and things seemed to be progressing slowly but steadily between the two of you. You found yourself spending more time together, getting to know each other on a deeper level. The atmosphere within their friend group had subtly shifted. Uncertainty and tension simmered beneath the surface permeated the air at Gran Vincere Academy, but a different kind of tension was brewing beneath the surface.

Little did Daniel know that the shift in dynamics would soon become more pronounced.

His finger rested lightly on the shutter button, capturing an image that would soon become a secret he'd carry. He was working on a project that required him to capture candid moments, raw emotions frozen in time. Little did he know that a candid moment was about to find him.

As he adjusted his camera's settings, he discreetly aimed it towards a secluded corner of the library. The click of the shutter clicked, and a sound followed, familiar as an old friend's laughter, echoed through the library. They seemed to be sharing secrets, their faces close, their voices hushed.

In that moment, Daniel captured more than he had bargained for.

Upon returning to his dorm room, he transferred the images to his computer, eager to review his progress. His excitement dimmed when he came across a photo that stood out amidst the portraits and landscapes. Mick and a girl, their heads bent together, sharing a secret conversation in a secluded corner of the library. He felt a mixture of shock and uncertainty. Should he share this secret with Y/N, his close friend? But then, he remembered the guilt that churned inside him for having unintentionally invaded Mick's privacy.

His heart raced as he examined the image. It was a moment of vulnerability, concealed from the world, captured by pure accident. He couldn't help but wonder who the girl was and if sharing this information with you would be wise.

The knowledge weighed heavy on his shoulders, but he hesitated, fearing the consequences of unveiling this hidden truth.

He was left walking on a tightrope till then.

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Days passed...

And Daniel wrestled with his conscience. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to do something about that photo, but the weight of his discovery kept him silent. Then, a twist of fate intervened.

The professor assigned a portrait project, demanding that each student capture the essence of their chosen subject. Daniel's mind whirred with possibilities, but there was only one person he could envision as his muse.

Y/N. You were his muse that he wanted to capture the beauty from his lenses.

Nervousness swirled within him as he approached you with the proposition. He knew it wasn't just the assignment that drew him to you. It was an amalgamation of guilt, curiosity, and the unspoken feelings that had been slowly bubbling to the surface.

The day of the photoshoot arrived, and Daniel was a bundle of nerves. He wanted to capture Y/N's true essence, her spirit, and her beauty, but the guilt still gnawed at him. As he adjusted his camera and prepared for the shoot, he couldn't help but wonder if the beads of sweat on his forehead were from his nervousness or if they were a manifestation of the feelings he had for you.

"Daniel would you like me to smile?" You ask him softly, your gaze fixated on his form.

"Uhm- whatever you feel like best for your comfort? Anything that makes you feel relaxed." He muttered as his hands were shaking lightly, his breathing a little too shallow as if he had been chasing his own breath. He couldn't discern whether it was the guilt for keeping a secret or the burgeoning emotions he had for Y/N that caused this uncharacteristic nervousness.

He was about to unveil a side of himself he had kept hidden, just as he had kept that photo hidden.

With every click of the shutter, he tried to convey his admiration and remorse through the lens. The camera captured your essence, your strength, your vulnerability, and the depth of your eyes that had always drawn him in. It was a silent confession, a way of saying what he couldn't put into words.

"Thank you, Y/n. I should probably take you out for a treat tomorrow night, the newly opened cafe outside the university seems promising. Would you like to join me if you're free?" He offered humbly and his brown eyes were sparkling as he stared at you.

Daniel made you feel comfortable, at ease.

To be with him feels like the fresh morning breeze with the sun bathing your skin.

It feels refreshing, warm and cozy.

"Y/n?"

You were brought back to reality as Daniel snapped you out of your trance. Tomorrow is Friday and you are certainly free, there's nothing wrong with hanging out with your closest friend. Mick said he's busy the whole weekend with his studies and you totally understand.

You really do.

Without the knowledge of Daniel's discovery.

"Yes? I'm sorry, I was phasing out a bit." You apologized causing for his features to shift to a concern.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" He asks and you nodded with a smile.

How he loved that smile.

So his features softened once again and smiles in return. "Good to know but are you free tomorrow? My treat." He repeated.

You didn't need to think twice though you would often refuse for him to treat you out.

A refresh wouldn't hurt, right?

As the photoshoot concluded, Daniel couldn't help but feel a weight lifted from his shoulders. He had kept one secret but revealed another through his photographs. The story of this tight-knit group of friends was taking unexpected turns, and the unspoken emotions hung in the air, waiting to be acknowledged.

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Friday night arrived.

And the anticipation weighed heavily on Daniel's mind as he sat at a corner table in the newly opened café near the university. The soft, warm glow of pendant lights illuminated the cozy space, casting a comforting ambiance around.

As he fidgeted with the handle of his coffee cup, he watched the entrance, waiting for the sight of you. The café buzzed with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of cups, but in that moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just him and the image that he took that made him toss and turn in the comfort of his bed every night.

Finally, you arrived, a smile on your face that could melt even the iciest of hearts. Your presence lit up the room, and Daniel's nerves seemed to fade, if only for a moment.

"Hey, Daniel," Y/N greeted, taking a seat across from him.

Over cups of steaming coffee and the occasional bite of a pastry, the conversation flowed naturally. It felt good to be with Daniel, to share stories and laughter in a setting that was both intimate and soothing.

But as the night wore on, you noticed a certain unease in Daniel's demeanor. His eyes, once warm and inviting, held a shadow of hesitation. You couldn't help but wonder what was bothering him.

His camera was drawn and he had shown you pictures he had taken days prior. You can't help but smile at every picture he had taken from landscapes to your portraits.

He, of course, made sure you will not delete the portraits he had taken of you. Chuckling in the process as you taunted him.

Then your smile dropped...

Mick was in the frame with a blonde girl, their face close to each other.

Smiles on their lips and eyes glinting as they stared at each other, lost in each other's presence.

Your heart sank as the weight of the picture of Mick and the girl settled in. It was as though the floor had dropped from beneath you. The truth Daniel had feared, the truth he had been trying to distance you from, had come crashing down.

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In the days that followed...

You distanced yourself from Mick, unable to shake the feelings of hurt and betrayal that swirled within. Mick noticed the change in your demeanor and couldn't understand the reason behind it. He turned to Daniel, seeking answers.

"Daniel? Honestly?" Irritation was heard from Mick's voice as the supposedly calm conversation turned heated. "You could've just confronted me about it!"

Daniel felt uneasy as Mick's anger and frustration were palpable. But he refused to back down.

"Talk to you about it so that you'll tell me to keep it a secret? Y/n has to know the truth and you can't be playing around people's feelings like that, Mick." Daniel firmly stood by his principle. He knew how laced you were around Mick's finger.

He had seen it before Mick even confessed to you that he liked you. It was always a concern to Daniel.

And he wouldn't let you be hurt because you admired someone.

You deserved someone better.

"Seriously, Daniel? What the fuck are you even talking about? You're not so slick about trying to steal my girl, no?" Mick seriously accused Daniel, his voice was laced with frustration and betrayal.

But Daniel, resolute and firm, refused to accept the blame. "No! I didn't steal anyone, Mick. I had to do it because it was the right thing to do. I care about Y/N, and I couldn't bear to see her hurt."

Accusations and defenses clashed, further deepening the rift that had formed between two of the people closest to you and it hurt you deep inside.

You were supposed to return Daniel's portfolio that you had borrowed. Yet here you are listening to them argue because of you.

You began stepping away, further and further.

Your feet decided to take you away from that place, your heart hammering inside of your chest as you choked from your breaths. Tears welled up in your eyes as you fled to your dorm room, almost collided with someone along the way, the weight of their words heavy on your heart.

You didn't know who to believe this time.

Daniel was probably in the wrong timing?

Mick probably have his reasons too.

But all of these were too overwhelming you didn't know if you should follow your head or your heart.

You had to risk one to choose one.

And it crushed you.

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Author's Note: as a daniel and mick fan, i cannot decide which one y/n will end up with. let me know your thoughts! 𔘓ฅ[⁠ᓀ⁠˵⁠▾⁠˵⁠ᓂ⁠]𔘓ฅ

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created by the user in response to a creative writing prompt. Any resemblance to actual events, persons, or entities, whether living or deceased, is purely coincidental. The characters, events, and dialogue portrayed in this fanfiction are products of the user's imagination and are not meant to infringe upon any copyrights or trademarks associated with the Formula One sport or any real-life individuals. This fanfiction is solely intended for entertainment purposes, and the author acknowledges that the depicted scenarios are not endorsed, authorized, or supported by any official Formula One entities or the individuals mentioned.

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ship-of-skitties · 7 months

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thinking abt dunkelfelger myne au. more under the cut, i'd appreciate your thpoughts

ok so. first off. as is, just copy-pasted, myne would not survive dunkelfelger as a commoner. she'd die very quickly. so, how do we fix this?

commoners in dunkelfelger kill feybeasts, right? so it'd make sense if they had feystones. this gives myne a small mana sink - and assuming merchant apprenticeship still happens - gold dust which could be incorporated into products.

but how do we get to the part we want, the royal academy? well first we have to get through becoming a noble. ferdinand isn't here, nor does she discover the temple bookroom (because i say so).

i saw something in a fic recently and im stealing the idea for this. at some set time of year, nobles can make requests of aub dunkelfelger - if they are able to beat another person making a request/one of the the archduke family in ditter (presumably a dueling, 1v1 form?), they get their request granted (it's the ditter duchy. you should expect this).

myne hears about it offhand and her train of thought goes "nobles have books. people make requests to the aub. if i beat someone in whatever 'ditter' is, i can read books!" and thus her Rampage begins

how does she get in the castle to do this? mixtures of unethical and possibly forever harmful substances in little projectiles she shoots with a slingshot! invading the royal castle? attacking a noble? what's that?

no-one calls for aid with rott or anything else because... i mean that's a toddler. that's a baby. what could a baby do with a slingshot? turns out lots and lots and lots and lots

so she eventually gets to the room where it's happening (100% comically struggles with the door until she opens it with something stretchy like elastic) and the nobles are like. Hey What The Fuck. Why Is The Door Open. And Why Is There A Fucking Toddler

AND THEN this little fuckin child. this small pillbug of a human being. uses this meeting usually used as an excuse to play ditter and get power. To Ask The Aub To Give Her A Book

like. who's gonna fight a child. so they're just sitting there in stunned silent until the aub asks whose kid this is. and ofc none of them answer (note as im typing this: it feels like im writing a comedy skit.)

myne then insists on fighting for it. and bc no-one else wants to fight A Fucking Toddler aub dunkelfelger agrees to do some dueling ditter

the aub's like Christ I Need To Go Really Easy On This Kid. I'll Just Walk Over And Tap Her And She'll Fall Unconscious. so they go to the field! and as soon as it starts he starts getting pelted by not only Horrible Fucking Skin Irritants and Chopped Onions 2.0, but by gold dust from small feystones (pocket sand 2) so he's just rolling around on the floor blinded by all these Horrible Little Curses Of Mortal Men and soon he's just. Unconscious.

and they ask her What The Hell she did to the aub. the answer is I Poisoned Him. With Plants. And Threw Dust In His Eyes

she did incapacitate the aub, so she won the bargain, and i cannot think of anything past this point

#ascendance of a bookworm #dunkelfelger au #pspsspspspspsspps

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missathlete31 · 11 months

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The question of whether or not we are alone in the universe has been answered

A Top Gun Maverick- Independence Day AU

When his Uncle Pete pulled his application to the Naval Academy, Bradley Bradshaw decided to pursue a new dream, engineering. Now the most qualified cable repair man in New York, Bradley discovers a code hidden in satellites just as unidentified objects start to appear in the sky. Still bitter from his Uncle’s meddling, the only remaining Bradshaw must put aside his anger and head to DC to brief the President of the United States on his findings. The only problem? The President is his other Uncle, Iceman, and his chief of staff is none other than the man Bradley swore to never speak to again.

In North Island, Lt. Commander Jake Seresin is the leader of the Navy’s most elite group of pilots. Once the aliens begin their attack, Jake’s squadron is launched, their mission to conduct a counter attack against these unwelcome visitors. But even a team as talented as Hangman’s have their hands full with these space invaders.

Against the ropes, it seems Earth’s only hope lies in the brains of Bradley and the flying skills of Jake. They are the best at what they do, but both men have their own histories with each other to deal with as well. Can the past be put aside for the sake of mankind? Or are some actions too painful to ever truly forgive?

Featuring:

President Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky

Chief of Staff Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell

Lt. Commander Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

And MIT graduate Cable Repair Man Bradley Bradshaw

This moodboard and storyline is dedicated to the wonderful and talented @hangmanbradshaw ! She’s so amazing! Everyone should check out her stories! ☺️

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rararazaquato · 5 months

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Tell us more about le cartoon version of Raincode you have please.

Like of other characters appearing and more dynamics, including episodes.

oh BABY you're in for a treat!!!

i have a whole google doc planned out for this thing, despite me having no animation experience gjgkhkh... this is gonna be the Public Lore Dump Post btw, and spoilers for all of rain code will be under the cut.

so the concept for this whole thing came about while watching the animations of youtuber OkayScreamingNow. super cool animation btw, their "psycho teddy" animation moderately blew up but i'm a huge fan of their "everybody likes you" video.

between watching those, a ton of aimkid videos, wince media's meat bun song, and nicktendo's mighty b review, i started feeling really nostalgic for mid-late 2000s animation, the stuff i grew up on. growing up creepie, yin yang yo, kenny the shark, all these were shows i adored as a kid. so, combined with my current rain code fixation, this little au came to be!

the general conceit of this au is that "Master Detective Archives" is a 2008 animated children's program that lasted for 20 episodes and is majority lost media. only a couple episodes exist in the bowels of shitty piracy sites, and even then those sites keep getting taken down. the more screenshots and concept art i make, the more is "revealed" about the show.

one of the things that interests me the most about children's media is how people worked around the censors. a lot of people are familiar with the story of the ren and stimpy adult party cartoon. for those who aren't familiar, when john "god's mistake" kricfalusi created an adult oriented reboot of ren and stimpy, the show was dogshit. with the new ability to rely on the crutch of whatever grossout sexual humor it wanted, it became a massive stain on john k's career (he has had other horrific stains both before and after apc, but i need to stress, no one liked apc).

for a more positive example, i love pretty much all of jhonen vasquez's work, but i find the humor and even some of the horror of invader zim to be more interesting than the same stuff in jthm, because iz was working under far stricter standards and practices.

what i'm trying to get at is that i enjoy the challenge of seeing how i can take concepts and make them more kid-friendly while still keeping the intrigue and interest the concepts originally had. i worked at a summer camp in 2022, and the driving force behind this little project was "keeping rain code camp-appropriate, but also keeping it interesting".

this ethos will hopefully explain some of the Big Changes i made to the story and characters. i do want to stress that i do not think i am improving on the original work. i think rain code is a story that, inherently, works better as an m-rated, gritty, cyberpunk-y murder mystery. i've just always been uniquely fascinated by this particular genre shift.

so, first major change: nocturnal detective agency has turned into nocturnal detective academy. this is a place where young minds, particularly those with supernatural powers, go to hone their craft. or at least... it was. now it's run exclusively by three people: headmaster Zange Eraser, school nurse and therapist Melami Goldmine, and teacher (and everything else) Yakou Furio.

i grew up with a book series called school of fear, which was about a small group of kids with severe phobias being sent to help conquer their fears at a highly rated school. however, it was actually just a kooky old lady and her massive mansion, and while she helped the kids get over their fears, she did it in unorthodox and occasionally darkly humorous ways. i remember a scene in the books where she put the claustrophobe and the kid afraid of death in a coffin for a few hours, and while that is absolutely NOT how exposure therapy works, the idea of a school that's just a few adults running a lowkey scam out of their house has always tickled my funny bone.

so the nda is a school, teaching detective skills and the like. of course, because yakou is my beautiful failwife, he mostly just sends his students out into the city of Kanai Ward to do their own investigative work and report back with what they've learned... as long as they don't get in trouble with Hecksmile or his goons, at least!

yeah, the other big change is that the peacekeepers are more like team rocket than corrupt cops. while i agree that the police suck, and a lot of older cartoons seem to share that sentiment (even some newer ones like gravity falls), having all the villains be evil, corrupt cops seems like a recipe to get s&p on your ass. so now, the cops just don't do anything, and Hecksmile and his goons just wreak havoc whenever they feel like it.

(i've already explained the hecksmile bit in a previous post, but i dont think any of the other names would need changing. maybe if this was the 90s, desuhiko and fubuki would get their names changed to something more eurocentric, but this isn't the 90s and that stuff was cringe even back then.)

there are only seven students at the academy, and i've de-aged these characters to be more relatable to the target audience: our main character yuma, halara, desuhiko, fubuki, vivia, pucci, and aphex. i'll detail them a bit here, because yakou, zange, and melami can all stay pretty similar (actually, melami doesn't randomly feel up strangers to get their clothing measurements anymore, but that's a pretty minor change).

yuma is still our main character, acting as the straight man and audience surrogate. the whole "number one" twist isn't really a thing with how this whole plot is set up, so his awkward and generally "scrunkly" attitude from the game is his natural state here. though none of the ages of the characters are specified, he's often called out as the youngest detective, probably in his preteens or early teenagehood. his coalescence is used for a lot of teamwork-based solutions to problems, but he isn't that great at actual mystery-solving.

this is where shinigami comes in! in the first episode, after some hijinks, yuma accidentally summons a death god. fortunately, he summons a teenage death god. she can only appear in her cool human form in her summoner's dreams, she can't interact with anyone in the physical world except her summoner, and she doesn't even have her reaper's license yet! regardless, she likes having a friend, so she helps yuma see things from different perspectives. i figured death spirits wouldn't be off the table, exactly (i mean, look at billy and mandy), but i think there's a certain humor in a death god not being able to do any soul reaping. i like to think she talks about it like her driver's license. "ugh, i'm not allowed to reap any souls until i'm 16 thousand years old! i'm only 14 thousand!!!" because of her teenagerdom, her human form is going to be far less sexualized. also because i think her canon outfit is a little ugly.

halara doesn't change much from canon. very mysterious and intimidating. no one knows their gender because everyone's too afraid to ask (and to find out, you'd have to pay them about $100 in cash). they still love cats but have an allergy to them, they still don't trust people, etc.

desuhiko changes a lot from canon. he's less actively creepy and more of a wannabe romantic. he has a tendency to fall for grown women, although he has absolutely no chance with any of them. this is played for laughs.

fubuki is another character who doesn't change much from canon. obscenely rich and super out of touch with everything around her. has occasional bursts of intelligence for comedy.

vivia is still everyone's favorite emo sadboy, writing poetry in the fireplace. his passive suicidal ideation, though interesting to explore in media made for adults, is very dangerous to put in a children's show, so we're nixing that. instead, he's just real sleepy and goth. he's also the least interested in doing actual detective work, so when he and yuma are investigating together, it gives yuma a chance to take the lead.

pucci doesn't change much from canon, but admittedly, we don't know too much about her. she's sensitive to noise, very thoughtful and introspective, but very awkward around people being nice to her.

and aphex. what to say about aphex. i don't like aphex for a number of reasons (anyone who played with jpn audio can back me up on this one), but the idea of someone who is initially violent and cruel becoming your (still somewhat violent and cruel) ally is a fun character trope to me. my go-to example is buford from phineas and ferb, and i think that's the role aphex would play. initially a threat, but eventually becomes softer and more well-developed. well, if the show got more seasons.

and that's our main cast! i could talk about kurumi, makoto, and martina, as i have a lot of cool ideas for them, but i have been writing this for like an hour and i think i need to chill ahaha... ty for the ask!!!

#mdarc #rain code #rain code spoilers #mda nicktoon

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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Heartstrings [Kakashi Hatake]

an: thanks to @friendly-neighborhoodnerd1 for requesting something just a little different to what I normally write. This was both heartbreaking and kinda fun to write.

prompt: the first time you sense your soulmate is when he is facing his death, fate could be so cruel...

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader (Soulmate AU)

warnings: angst by the bucketload, hurt/comfort, canonical violence, major character death, traumatic theming, detailed description of sorrow, fluff at the end (I PROMISE!)

Masterlist

The unease had been steadily building in the pit of your stomach, yet given what was currently happening to Konoha, it made sense. An unprecedented attack by the vile monsters of the Akatsuki was sure to be the reason and nothing more.

You tried to convince yourself of this whilst helping to shepherd the children to safety with the other academy sensei. Your head spun thought after thought until you were dizzy thinking about it, but your heart knew differently.

The erratic beat that thundered against your ribs was nothing to do with fear over the attack, you knew that the village was well protected by the very best and that Lady Tsunade would pull through with some kind of plan sooner or later. No—this was everything to do with that primal part of you that recognised that something was about to happen that would change your life forever.

It was terrifying, although you couldn’t deny there was a tremor of excitement for what might happen. A hand flew against the nearest wall, steadying your frame as a wave of nausea swept through your stomach and your vision turned blurry. Pain, unimaginable pain, spread from the tips of your fingers and raced towards your heart. It felt like lightning was invading your very soul, burning away everything else that mattered until there was only one thought remaining—it was them.

You had never found the one, the person you were destined to be with and who would make your soul complete. In a way, you’d been glad of it as it removed the burden of expectation from your shoulders, even if deep down you wanted to have that bone-deep connection with someone.

The realisation that it was your soulmate that caused the ache within your chest caused cold sweat to bead along your forehead, your knees trembled and your brain simply refused to form any logical thoughts. Strange how only now could you relate the first lances of pain to those you had felt over the years, always putting it down to the stresses of your job or maybe you were sick. That one moment many years ago when it had felt like your eye was being carved from your skull, the pain blinding you for days until it had eventually passed. Now, you knew without a doubt that these incidents had been times when your soulmate had been wounded.

How you managed to walk through the eerily empty streets of the village, you didn’t know. Explosions and the sound of distant fighting skimmed over your consciousness like pebbles on the surface of a shimmering lake but you paid them no heed. An invisible thread was pulling you forward, the strands binding around your heart in quick succession, coiling in every direction until you were fully ensnared by the shimmering thread.

You stopped by the edge of a crater that looked freshly made and what you saw stole the air from your lungs and the strength from your legs. Collapsed to your knees in the dirt, you watched as a man you knew of but had never officially met, fought against a man you could only describe as terrifying. Other than to know instinctively that the enemy was a monstrous creature, you paid him no mind as your gaze became glued to the shinobi below.

His silver hair was striking, cutting through the gloom in its brilliance, the strands sticking up at an odd angle which you might have found endearing had it not been for the dire situation. He was trapped up to his waist in rubble and fallen debris, his arms pinned by his sides. Dirt streaks coated his skin along with a mixture of blood and sweat that dripped from beneath his forehead protector. There was another shinobi laying on his back off to the side, and he didn’t look to be in a good state, but again, you found it impossible to focus on anything other than the trapped man.

Kakashi Hatake, the legendary copycat ninja of the hidden leaf, one of the greatest Anbu captains and a shinobi to be respected by his comrades and feared by his enemies. He was your soulmate.

He was gravely wounded, the pain in your chest an indication of his state. Had you met him prior to this moment, and experienced that first physical touch with him, then you would be dying too. Part of you wanted it to be that way. How cruel could fate be to bring you to the man you were destined to love with all your heart and soul, who was the other part of you, only to watch him die in front of your eyes?

Every part of you ached; not only from the pain that Kakashi was experiencing but for everything that could have been and never would be. It hurt simply to breathe, your lungs burning from every painful inhale of smoke-filled air. Tears had blurred your vision and you weren’t even aware that you had crawled on hands and knees down the sharp incline towards the silver-haired man. Never mind that the enemy was still there, knowing that he could kill you in a heartbeat but wanting to reach Kakashi, to stretch out your fingers and graze his fingertips. To seal the connection that would drag you into the afterlife along with him.

You froze in your place, eyes snapped up to watch as a nail shot towards Kakashi from the auburn-haired Akatsuki member. The scream caught in your throat, halted by the piercing glare of the Sharingan and the nail warped out of sight. It had happened within the blink of an eye, and the way he slumped forward made it look like it had hit him but he was definitely still alive.

A flicker of hope ignited in your heart, the thread that bound you to Kakashi twisted and writhed until you couldn’t help but rub at the spot on your chest. You crawled slowly, easing your way around the rumble in an attempt to keep yourself hidden from sight. It would not be wise to be seen if there was even the slightest chance that he would survive. The redhead would like only to use you as a way to hurt him further, and that would never do.

Movement caught your attention, a young shinobi trying to flee the area and the mechanical contraption on the ground firing a missile despite looking as if it were completely trashed. You watched through wide fearful eyes as you sensed movement within Kakashi’s body, you knew what he was going to do before he had released the remaining stores of his chakra.

You would swear that his head tilted to where you were hidden from sight, his eyelids drooping as if in apology before he sacrificed himself to save the kid. It was honourable, in your mind, you understood his decision but your heart and soul shattered.

Your scream rent the air, the sound of pure unfiltered agony as you felt Kakashi’s spirit leave his body. The pain was unbearable, the gut-wrenching agony that twisted at your limbs as if you were physically being manipulated into an unnatural state. It was back-breaking, nerve-shredding and blood-curdling as you howled your sorrowful lament at the sky. There wouldn’t be a person for miles that did not hear of your pain.

With the death of your soulmate still ringing in your ears, your eyes slid shut as your face crashed into the dirt. It had been too much for your psyche to bear, your mind welcomed the dark with open arms.

Why did you have to be there?

Kakashi had felt your presence during his battle with the two Peins, and he prayed you would stay back, that you would keep yourself safe so that didn’t have yet another soul on his conscious in the end but you hadn’t.

It was just his luck that the sense of his soulmate nearby would kick in within the last moments of his life. He had never been blessed with luck with any such matters, so why should it be any different now?

He couldn't see you, and it was a blessing. It would only cause him even more suffering if he were to know how beautiful you were. He could already feel it in his heart, strings of fate tugging incessantly around the organ that was growing sluggish with every passing second. They sang to him of your beauty, of your tender heart that he would have loved to have cherished for the rest of his days and of your bravery as you made your way towards him.

Kakashi had hoped that his plan to act dead would work, that Pein would take his leave and he could be healed to rejoin the fighting, but that wish was short-lived. The whirring of the mechanical Pein stirred his senses, and he knew that a missile was being launched directly at the fleeing figure of Choji.

There was no way that he would allow the life of a boy that had not been given the chance to grow into adulthood to end. He knew it was suicide, that he would die if he used up the remaining tendrils of his chakra but nothing would divert his will.

He sensed your presence once more, Kakashi knew that you could see him although he could not see you. His eyes swivelled to the pile of debris you were concealed behind and let his eyelids close slowly. It was the most he could do without alerting the enemy to your location.

A feminine sound scream echoed within his brain as he activated his Sharingan for the very final time, swallowing the missile aimed at Choji’s back and feeling the darkness swallow him whole.

Kakashi had always thought that he would welcome death when it came, but there was something that prevented him from accepting his demise with grace. That small flame of desire for a happy life, someone to come home to and enjoy the comforts of domesticity. Never had he thought it would be on the cards for him, he knew that his soulmate was out there but had never actively sought them out as others had.

He longed for someone to hold his hand, to cuddle him close and soothe his fears when he woke in the middle of the night. Was it so much to ask for? A glimmer of normality after all the bullshit he had endured?

The scream that had been only in his mind pierced the veil of reality as he slipped from his body. He felt weightless, tugged behind the navel as he found himself elsewhere. His instinct had been to fight against the sensation, to cling to the strings that bound him to you, to fight with every fibre of his being to find you and be with you, but it was a losing battle.

Three familiar figures stood before him, faces that he had longed to see but he found no comfort in their presence. Kakashi stared into the happy expressions of his sensei and two friends. Minato, Obito and Rin; they smiled at him and beckoned him forth.

He wanted to follow, to find out where they went and be reunited but he still felt as if something was bound around his ankle, pulling him and begging for him to return. No, not his ankle, his chest. A weight pressed against him, made it hard to draw air into his lungs but soon enough his focus was diverted.

A man sat on a log, a crackling fire illuminating a face that was all too familiar to him and it hurt. Had he ever really forgiven his father for leaving him alone in such a harsh world? As he matured, he had come to accept his death and he certainly understood his reasoning more than he had as a wilful teenager, but he struggled with the thought of forgiveness.

He sat heavily and let the silence linger.

“You're too early, son.”

“I don't think I really had a say in the matter,” he retorted with a shrug.

The flames writhed, dancing and leaping upon the wood. “Perhaps we Hatakes are doomed to die young,” his father lamented sadly.

Kakashi wondered why he was here, it felt different to how his friends had appeared, this seemed more real and he studied his father for a moment. Comprehension dawned, slow and unfurling like a late bloom in a garden full of bright colours.

Whilst he still felt that he didn’t want to pass on, Kakashi found that the bitterness that had been directed at Sakumo was wiped away, erased as he understood that his father needed something from him.

“I understand why you did what you did,” he whispered, staring at his hands as they curled into loose fists. The anger that had once burned bright in his soul was snuffed out by a gentle presence that was new yet familiar.

Sakumo nodded, head bowed as if lost in thought.

“I forgive you… dad.”

He felt the hand land on his shoulders, the fingers that squeezed gently into him along with the quiet chuckle.

“Thank you, it’s going to be nice to see your mother again. I’ve missed her, almost as much as I’ve missed you.”

“Why did you wait here?”

Sakumo sighed. “I think you know why, I needed to know that you understood why I did what I did. I refused to move on to the afterlife knowing that you resented me, hated me even.”

There was a hush that fell over them, an understanding that settled like a comforting weight and his heart felt lighter than it had done in years. If only he had met you properly, had been given the chance to learn about you and love you for who you were and not only the soulmate connection, he would be happy to follow his father into whatever lay ahead.

“You’ve still got many things left to do Kakashi,” his father interrupted his train of thoughts, “and someone is desperate for you to return.”

His father smiled, and it was a genuine grin that reached his eyes, the corners crinkling affectionately.

“Don’t keep her waiting.”

On those final words, everything went dark once more. There was a rushing sound in his ears that shifted into a wailing noise that tore at his chest.

Someone was draped around his torso, or what part of it was sticking out from his prison. He felt the pressure against his body and realised with a jolt that he was alive. His heart thundered wildly, air drawn heavily into his lungs and his eyes springing open.

The presence tumbled back and there you were.

Tears masked your face, cheeks burning red with streaks of dirt and blood and he had never seen anyone so beautiful in all his life.

Your sobs started anew, your entire face falling into anguish as he struggled to free himself. He was desperate to touch you, if you’d allow it, to seal the connection that was pounding in his soul.

“It’s you,” he croaked, his voice raw and broken with emotion.

You nodded, wiping at your snotty nose and he hated the prominent tremble in your hands.

“Y-you’re alive.”

He was, and never again would he take his life for granted. From his death, he had found you and he’d fight every monster that stood in his way to keep coming back to you.

Kakashi grunted as he finally managed to pull his arm free, his hand raised in invitation, and he watched you study him intently.

The strings around his heart pulled taut as your fingers reached out. As his fingertips grazed your own, the shockwave rippled through you both.

No longer were either of you alone in this world, you were two halves that made a whole. Two souls joined in unity for now and forever, bound together in fate until you both took your dying breath.

Kakashi was your soulmate, and you were his…

#delirious writes #kakashi hakate #kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #kakashi fluff #kakashi x y/n #kakashi angst #kakashi hurt/comfort #soulmate au #tw death

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bewitched-forest · 9 months

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Heya Quinn!!! :3

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Oh boy let’s go. This will be hard. I am not doing these ranked at all, just doing them in order of oldest to newest.

First of is How to Fowl a Bat! It’s a Batman x Artemis Fowl crossover over where Artemis hacks into the Bat Computer to protect the People and then gets catapulted into the world of Vigilantes and Superheroes. (Not so unlike he got dragged into the world of the fae and dwarves.) It was my first ever fanfic period so it holds a special place in my heart.

Next is Formula for a Crime Scene! It’s a DPxDCxArtemis Fowl fic where Danny and Artemis get forced to go to Gotham, for entirely applicable reasons, and attend Gotham Academy with Damian Wayne. The Superhero, Ex-Con, and Vigilante of course clash and it’s very fun. It’s also a crackship fic. It was thought up of at 3 am by Ham and I when I was discussing How to Fowl a Bat and is easily my most gremlin (hehe) fic.

Third is The Rebirth of Tim Drake. It’s a DPxDC, with a Halfa!Tim Drake twist. Basically plopping this boy in another state to confront his trauma, grow as a hero, and develop new relationships. It is, of course, a Dead Tired ship fic as well. This is just a fic I genuinely enjoy. I’m enjoying the way the plot is evolving so much.

My fourth is Under Guiding Star-Lit Sky, We Will Learn How to Say Goodbye. It’s a DPxDC Spiritfarer Danny AU Fic. Danny became a the next Spiritfarer after Stella by Clockwork’s fucking around is forced to learn how to properly grieve the two families he loved and loss in his (half) life. It was started during a Spiritfarer hyperfixation and honestly, I think it’s a fanfic a lot of DPxDC readers will appreciate in a “oh I’m heartbroken but also happy” kind of way.

My last one also hit me during a hyperfixation and it’s Now We’re Stuck Here to Decay. It’s a Batman x FNAF Security Breach fic. (With a dash of Superman in the form of Clark and Jon.) It’s great. Some of the Bat boys, Cass, and Jon go to the Mega Pizzaplex only for Tim to get kidnapped, Damian to get murdered, and everyone’s else to get traumatized. Not that Tim and Damian aren’t traumatized either of course. Anyways, it’s my only Dead Dove fic which is an interesting exploration into the world of those fics.

Now to figure out who else’s asks to invade. I probably won’t get up to five. XD

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save-the-spiral · 6 months

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A fundamental aspect of my pirate Nolan Stormgate AU is that he is convinced he has utterly no friends. That he is not being supported when accusations are slung his way because no one liked him anyways. That he is somehow just not a good person and the ostracization is at least somewhat justified, even on false charges.

What he doesn't consider is that he's literally a teenager. All teenagers are assholes. Sure, he's especially standoffish, but still. He doesn't know that there is a handful of wizards in Ravenwood that do consider him a friend.

No one's ever told him they were friends, so how could he know? He needs that kind of clarity in relationships, or he will just assume someone is annoying and harassing him, hanging around waiting for him to snap back at them and tell them to go away. He needs them to say they want to be here, that they care about him. No one's ever done that, not really. There are those who he tolerates the presence of, who don't set him on edge, but that's just acquaintances, right?

So when Nolan leaves Wizard City, he assumes there will be no one missing him. His parents may be mad, he did steal some of their things on his way out, after they already disowned him. His last conversation with Professor Cyrus had been abrupt and hurtful, being told to leave him be. Cyrus had been in mourning and Nolan doesn't know how one is supposed to act around someone grieving.

Nolan doesn't think about Duncan. About Marlon or Penny or Mindy or Marla. People who know him, who think of him as a constant. Who walked with him to meals and asked about his studies. Who weren't competition in his school of magic, who didn't poke at him trying to anger him.

How at first when no one would speak Nolan's name after he disappeared, they thought him dead. They thought he may have been attacked by the invading monsters in the city's streets. They imagined him crushed beneath a cyclopes' hammer, mauled by a ghoul.

And to learn he just left? All alone, without a goodbye, without a note?

It hurt. But they had things to do. An Academy to set to rights. A rogue professor to track down so they could clear Nolan's name.

Then they could find him and hug some sense into him. Maybe then he'll understand that you don't just up and leave. That next time, he's taking them all with him.

#wizard101 #pirate101 #nolan stormgate #pirate nolan #pirate nolan stormgate #im not tagging the other characters its 2 am i wont ememebr their full names. i almost left mindy as misty on accident.#but ywah nolan got that Autism Moment of not jnowing Where he stands in a relationship and when to label it and What to label it #hed get kissed on the mouth and go so uh. are we dating.

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darkk-academic · 2 years

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BALLERINAS & BRELLIES

[The Umbrella Academy, High School AU]

Summary : Sir Reginald Hargreeves made the decision that the Umbrella Academy was to join a private high school—undercover to solve a three year old cold case.

It all went downhill from there.

Pairing : Five Hargreeves x F!Reader

Warnings : Graphic Depictions of violence, blood, murder.

Prologue

Something wicked comes this way.

A storm brews. Dark clouds twisting and turning in the midnight sky, casting an ominous shadow as owls fly overhead, in the center of it all stands—Ravenwood Prep.

Inside the otherwise dark performance hall, the only source of light currently is a spotlight. A lone figure— a girl—dressed in all white—stands underneath, performing fouettés.

Seemingly oblivious to her surroundings, as she closes her eyes and continues. Angelic and graceful in every move.

Lying in the shadows, watching its prey.

Heavy rain pours down, pelting against the windows. Whistling wind stirs the foreboding silence.

A hidden figure watches the girl. Standing still, not making a single sound. Just watching. Waiting.

The night of disquiet, it's eerie and still.

Lightning strikes, trying to cut the obsidian blanket of night in half, as the rumbling thunder echoes throughout the vacant hallways of the school.

A rustling sound disrupts the girl's concentration. Halting, her gaze drifts over the room, searching for the source.

"Hello?" she speaks out loud.

There's a terrifying screech as something flies past her head.

She screams in fright, crouching down as her hands cover her ears—in a vain move of protection.

All of a sudden, she is acutely aware of the quietness coating every atom of the room, her heavy breaths reverberate through her ears. Her eyes lock on an Owl—perching upon the edge of an open window—she heaves out a shaky exhale at the sight.

The Owl's luminous stare feels unnerving. The owl hoots, once, twice and promptly flies away. Leaving behind a feeling of dread, and an omen.

Fear, in your spine, runs down along a chill.

Standing up, the girl runs a trembling hand through her hair. Trepidation rising from the pits of her stomach, a churning in her gut. She decides to leave.

Stalking the corners, before giving chase.

Before she can take so much as a step, a hand grabs her from behind, covering her mouth. The smell of something familiar and leather invading her nostrils, as she tries to fight off the frightening hold.

Her elbow contacts the assailant's ribs. Their hold weakening slightly, and she takes her chance, ramming her head back, she lands a hit. Shaking off their grip.

She runs.

You cannot outrun, the wicked's maze.

Her heart gives a stutter, beating, beating, beating. She hides inside the janitor's closet. The closest seems to echo with the sound of her harrowing breaths, slapping her hand on her mouth as she tries to quell it. Tears fill her eyes, body shaking in fright.

She hears the soft footsteps approaching her hiding place.

Run, dear run, it's after your heart.

Hiding behind the door, the girl watches as the figure steps inside the closest. A silver knife in hand, the sight has her breath hitching.

She musters every ounce of courage she can as she strengthens her hold on her weapon—a heavy flower vase—waiting for the figure to walk forward just a little more.

They do. And then she hurls it at their head. Ceasing her escape.

Fall down, and you will be torn apart.

Her calves are burning with every step she takes—she hears the footsteps rushing after her—but she cannot stop, not with her freedom in sight. She can smell the rain, hear the storm, the cold breeze is brushing her face to prove that, yes it's all true. So close, achingly close she is to escape this nightmare.

She is so overwhelmed by the prospect that her eyes don't even notice something spilled on the floor.

She falls.

Oh, sweet girl, you've been betrayed.

Her head spins both with the impact of banging it against the ground as well as the absolute shock she feels right at that moment.

She cannot fathom. Someone she has known for so long—

She has unlimited questions—what happened? Did I do something? Why? How?—but limited time.

"Why?" she whispers, nonetheless. Exerting whatever energy she has left to push herself away, but she fails, arms giving out.

She doesn't want to-to— there's so much more she wants, her-her performance is tomorrow, her thoughts spiral. Vaguely, she realizes that she's crying.

How does it feel—the pain of the blade?

She doesn't understand how it happens or how, she blinks and in the next second a knife is plunged deep within her.

Her breaths bloom in her throat, too much and not enough, as she struggles to inhale. Tasting copper, blood rolls down her mouth. Vision darkening as her eyes roll back. It is then that she feels a pain so potent she wants to claw at something, the agony consumes her.

Within the confines of her mind she chants, please, please, please, please, don't—

Come the next night, you're on display.

The figure tilts their head, peering down at the girl, such a pity, they think. Shaking their head, they take a hold of the girl's leg, stilling once they notice the girl's shallow breaths.

Oh well, they shrug, she won't be by the time I'm done.

Something wicked walks away.

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A/N —:

KSKSKSMSNSM, Anyways—

That girl is someone else, it's not you dear readers. So..... Thoughts? I didn't know whether I should post or not but I really wanted to, so yeah.

Although I'm thinking about posting it on Wattpad and AO3 this fic is gonna be a bit longer.

I'm so dumb. I deleted the post where I asked you guys about writing this fic I-

#five hargreeves #tua five #five hargreeves x you #five hargreeves x reader #number five #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves oneshot #tua #tua season 3 #the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #tua fanfic #alternate universe #five x reader

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Fandoms

All the fandoms I'm doing and taking a break from. Always up to date, check often :)

Last Edited: 2/1/24

Bold -> Written Before

Not Bold -> Hasn't been written before.

🔪Fandoms I am currently writing for🔪

Movies/Shows

- Adventure Time

- Arcane

- Assassination Classroom

- Attack on Titan

- Avatar (Movies)

- Beastars (Season 1 + 2 of the anime)

- Bionicle: The Journey To One

- Black Clover

- Blue Exorcist

- The Boys

- Carmen Sandiego (Netflix show)

- Death Note

- The Devil is a Part-Timer!

- Ducktales 2017

- Fire Force

- Game of Thrones

- Gravity Falls

- Halo RvB/Red vs Blue (All seasons)

- Happy Tree Friends (Anthro Animals or Hybrids/Humans [Like my OCs])

- Haikyu!

- Hazbin Hotel

- How To Train Your Dragon

- Invader Zim (Original series and Enter the Florpus)

- House of the Dragon

- Monkie Kid (Lego)

- My Hero Academia

- My Little Pony (FiM and a New Generation)

- Murder Drones

- Naruto

- Ninjago

- Noragami

- One Piece

- One Punch Man

- Pirates of the Caribbean

- Puss in Boots

- Rick & Morty

- Saiki K

- Spooky Month

- Star Wars (Movies + Clone Wars)

- Steven Universe

- Solar Opposites

- Terminator (All movies)

- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Media (2003, 2007 movie, 2012, 2014/Bayverse, 2018/ROTTMNT)

- Tokyo Ghoul

- Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

- Treasure Planet

- Trigun Stampede

- Umbrella Academy

- Voltron: Legendary Defender

- Walking Dead

- Watchmen

- Wednesday

- The Witcher (Show)

- X-men Evolution

Games

- Apex Legends

- Arknights

- Assassin's Creed

- Bendy and the Ink Machine

- Bioshock (All games)

- Borderlands (Including 1, 2, Pre-sequel, and 3)

- Call of Duty

- Criminal Case

- Cookie Run

- Cult of The Lamb

- Danganronpa (Games only)

- Dauntless (Creatures will all be pet-like)

- Darksiders

- Dark Deception

- Dark Souls/Souls-Like games

- Dead By Daylight (All Survivors and Killers along with costumes)

- Dead Space (1-3)

- Detroit: Become Human

- Devil May Cry

- Deltarune (Both Chapters)

- Disney Mirrorverse

- Don’t Starve (All Survivors and Costumes)

- DOOM

- Dying Light

- Evil Within

- Evolve (Creatures will all be pet-like)

- Fallout

- Far Cry

- Fear and Hunger

- Five Nights at Freddy’s (All Games, Books, Fluffy AU) (Animatronic or Android)

- Friday Night Funkin (Base game)(?)

- Final Fantasy (Primarily anything past 7)

- Gears/Gears of War (Yandere Fics)

- Genshin Impact

- God of War

- Half-Life

- Halo (Reach, CE, 2, 3, 3 ODST, 4, 5, Infinite, Wars 1+2)

- Hollow Knight

- Honkai Impact

- Human Animal Crossing

- Identity V (All Survivors/Killers and their costumes except Hastur and younger characters are depicted as Platonic)

- Killer Frequency

- The Last of Us

- League of Legends

- Left 4 Dead (1 and 2)

- Legend of Zelda

- Lobotomy Corporation

- Mario Franchise

- Metal Gear Solid (All games, although I like Revengeance the most)

- Metroid

- Minecraft (Experimenting)

- Mortal Kombat (9 through 11)

- Mystic Messenger

- No More Heroes

- No Straight Roads

- Obey Me!

- OFF

- Outlast

- The Outer Worlds

- Overwatch (All characters/Costumes)

- Payday 2

- Persona (3-5)

- Portal (1 and 2)

- Pokemon (Just Trainers Right Now) (All games)

- PvZ Garden Warfare (Mostly Platonic but we'll see)

- Ratchet and Clank

- Rainbow Six Siege

- Resident Evil (All Games)

- Red Dead Redemption (Mostly 2)

- Roblox DOORS (?)

- Silent Hill

- Skyrim

- Street Fighter

- Team Fortress 2 (All Classes and characters like Miss Pauling and Saxton Hale)

- Twisted Wonderland

- Undertale

- Warframe

- We Happy Few

- Xcom

Books

- Halo Books (Fall of Reach, The Flood, Contact Harvest, The Cole Protocol, First Strike, Ghosts of Onyx, Cryptum, Broken Circle, Hunters In The Dark, Last Light, New Blood, Envoy, Retribution, Smoke and Shadow, Bad Blood, Renegade, Point of Light, Divine Wind)

- Jujutsu Kaisen (I read the manga)

- Bungou Stray Dogs (I read the manga)

Fits in more than one category

- Alien vs Predator (Just Alien movies or Predator movies are also included. Also books and games.)

- Black Butler

- Creepypasta/Gaming Creepypasta (Not everyone, it depends)

- Cuphead (Game/Show)

- Cyberpunk 2077 (Anime/Game)

- DC Comics (Comics, Games, Movies) [Injustice and Arkhamverse mainly, but let's discuss]

- Demon Slayer

- Hiveswap

- Homestuck

- Madness Combat (Game and Series)

- Marvel Cinematic Universe (Up to Endgame)/Marvel Comic Universe (SPECIFY WHAT COMIC PLEASE-)

- SCP (Not everyone, it depends)

- Slashers/Horror in general (Please say what movie your slasher is from)

- Sonic (All games + The Paramount Movies + IDW Comics. All characters are aged up except characters Classic! Tails, Movie! Tails, Cream the Rabbit, Ray the Flying Squirrel, and Classic Amy, which are Platonic as I can't see them as aged up.)

- South Park (All aged up of course, Show and games)

- Splatoon (Manga/Games)

- Transformers (Animated, Cyberverse, Earthspark, Generation 1, IDW comics, Prime, Robots In Disguise, War for Cybertron)

- Yandere OCs I have (Look at this list)

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🚫Fandoms I am taking a break from🚫

#yandere x reader #yandere fandoms #panther fandoms

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A Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 11

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Genya head to your own beds, but neither one of you is safe from these feelings and dreams.

Warnings: Mild Smut

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18

You hummed as you washed your teeth in the bathroom before you would head to bed for the night. You and Genya had been living together for quite some time now and you were both happy. At least that's what you were thinking you were. He appeared happy also.

"Hey," There was a knock on the other side of the bathroom door, "Are you done soon?"

Ah, it was Genya! You went to unlock the door and opened it so your partner could enter the small room too.

"Thanks," He nodded and you nodded back with your mouth full of toothpaste foam and as he prepared his toothbrush, you spat out the minty foam into the sink and rinsed your mouth. Just as you were done with your night routines, Genya started to brush his teeth.

"Good night Genya!" You wished to him and he gave you a thumbs up as you left the bathroom and went to your room. You changed into your comfortable pajamas and made yourself comfortable on your bed, ready to sleep…

It was the middle of the night and for some damn reason, you couldn't catch any sleep. You groaned as you twisted and turned in your bed, but you couldn't even find a comfortable position. So you grabbed your phone and started to watch some videos from YouTube, wishing that you would fall asleep in the middle of one.

This went on for a little while when there was suddenly a knock on your door. You blinked, confused and you got up to go and open the door.

It was Genya, but what was he doing up so late?

"Genya?" You asked, "What is it? Do you know what time it is?"

"I know, but I couldn't sleep…" He said and you frowned, "Honestly, me either."

"Can I come in?" He asked and you blinked in light confusion, but you nodded and made way for him, "Y- yeah, come on in."

"Thank you." He smiled as he stepped inside and you closed the door behind him. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, I just… Couldn't sleep. I honestly have too much in my mind." Genya said and you frowned as you walked over to him, "Why, is it the couch? Is it not good?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong. I like my bed, but I’d rather be in yours."

"G- Genya!" You gasped as the young man pushed you down on your bed and crawled over you until he was hovering above you. You were stunned. He was never this bold before! With his hands on both sides of your head, you had no way to escape the situation.

"You are in my mind constantly and it's driving me crazy…!" He said and you blinked, "Genya…?"

"May I kiss you?" He asked and you swallowed hard and nodded shakily, but he just grinned, "I need to hear it from you."

Oh, how embarrassed and flustered you were! You shut your eyes as you nodded and squeaked like a little mouse, "Y- you may!"

"What?" He grinned, "What may I do?"

"K- kiss me!" You exclaimed and the second the words left your mouth his lips pressed against yours and his tongue invaded your mouth. Your eyes widened in shock, but you couldn't deny him or how good it felt to have his tongue press against yours.

You moaned as you felt him kiss you so deeply, your tongues rubbing against each other until he pulled back and you gasped for air. There was a string of saliva connecting you two, and Genya licked his lips, snapping that small connection you had.

"You taste absolutely delicious, it must be sin…!" He growled and you gasped as he leaned down and kissed your neck hard, leaving behind tingles and small bruises and-!

"Ah!" You gasped as you felt Genya bite down on your neck and your back curved in pleasure.

"I'm going to leave my mark on you… So everyone knows what we have done…!" He growled and you panted hard. His possessiveness was as scary as it was hot and you were burning!

"Geny-!"

"AH!" You gasped as your eyes snapped open. You were panting and you felt like your heart would jump out of your chest. Everything was too hot and you felt like… You felt like you were a cat in heat.

Did you just have a naughty dream about Genya?

~~~

Genya was sleeping peacefully when he heard a door creak open. He knew already that it was you by the way you tried to stay quiet. Maybe you were just heading to the bathroom to use the toilet. It wouldn't be the first time you had woken in the middle of the night for that.

Genya just rolled on his other side when suddenly he felt his bed his couch bed dip and you cracked his eyes open to see you there, crawling on his bed.

"W- what's wrong…?" He grunted as he rubbed his eyes, "Is everything okay?"

"I couldn't sleep…" You pouted and Genya was going to ask if you wanted to talk, but suddenly you grabbed his blanket and threw it aside.

"O- Oi-!" Genya was stuttering when you suddenly straddled him and sat on top of him so your butt rested on his groin. The young man hissed as he felt your weight press down on his cock and you smiled like a cat with the mouse as you leaned forward so your faces were just inches apart.

"Can you help me? Make me nice and tired?" You whispered and Genya blushed violently as he nodded shakily. You grinned as you kissed him and he closed his eyes as he kissed you back, but it was obvious you were one dominating the kiss.

He felt you moan against his mouth, your hands tangling into his long hair and twisting until he yelped in slight pain and he felt you use that as your opportunity to push your tongue into his mouth.

His first intimate kiss! Genya groaned as he let your tongue map his mouth. It felt so different but good. Scarily good and he felt horrified when he felt his lower body react to it.

"Ngh!" He groaned as you pulled away from the kiss and grinned mischievously.

"Touch me…" You whispered and, oh God, you were so erotic. Genya was beet red and almost paralyzed by your sex appeal so he put up no fight when you grabbed his hand and pressed it against your chest, and God, you had no bras on!

Genya groaned as his hips bucked involuntarily and you moaned out loud at the feeling of his hard member thrust against your clothed sex.

"Oh Genya, such a good boy…" You whispered as you leaned down and kissed him again while grounding yourself against his hard cock and-!

"AH!" Genya gasped as he was startled awake. He panted breathlessly and he could almost still see you there above him, but he realized soon that it was all a dream.

"…Shit…!" He pulled his blanket aside and saw the wet patch on his groin. "Great…"

~~~

The next morning you were both enjoying some toast and cereal… But you were both super awkward due to your dreams… Little did either one of you know how you had both had a naughty dream of each other.

Finally, one of you had to break the silence and it happened to be you.

"Genya, I need to talk about something with you." You started and he looked up at you uncertainly, "W- what is it?"

"It's going to be awkward… But we have to talk about it…" You warned him and he swallowed nervously, "Okay?"

"It's… About sex…" You blushed and quickly covered your face in embarrassment, "Oh God, I'm so sorry Genya…!"

"I- it's okay…!" What you didn't see was that Genya was blushing just as hard as you were, "What… What about sex?"

"I love you, you do know that, right?" You asked and he nodded, "I- I do."

"Then… It's… Normal to have these… Feelings…?" Oh God, you were going to pass out because of embarrassment…!

"I- it is…" Genya felt as embarrassed as you were feeling.

"Then… I'll say it…!" You took a deep breath and cried out, "Genya, I love you, and I want to have sex with you, but I want to wait until we are both adults!"

"Ah..?" He blinked, stunned, "You… Want to have sex with me?"

"When we are adults, yes," You nodded, "I… I hope you are alright with this…? Because it means a lot to me."

"I…" He swallowed as he looked at you, "I love you and I honor your boundaries and wishes. So if you want to wait, then we will wait."

"Genya," You looked at him, shocked, but then you smiled happily, "Thank you. You're the best and most understanding boyfriend that a girl could ever wish for."

"You and your comfort come first to me. I love you." Genya said and he meant every word. You were all smiles as you ate your breakfast, happy to have your boyfriend support you and honor your limits.

But all Genya could think was, 'She wants to have sex with me…!'

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