#not gonna kill someone every single time. like we need to be sparing with who he actually directly kills until Abe dies and we enter act 3

[spiritofjustice]

getting to a point in SOBR where i don't precisely know how to execute what needs to be done... i generally know what should be done, and where we're going, i just don't entirely know how to get there.

#psy's no punctuation posts #SOBR tag #cause like. ok he's killed someone and we're moving on. so how are we going to get to Beau killing Abe by the end of act 2 #it's just a matter of figuring it out. doing some thunkin' or whatever but waa where shall we go... #cause the only thing going on in Beau's life rn is paying Vincent back and gallivanting w Jerome Horn and co #and like. ok he's already gone on a thing with Jerome and i'm saving them going on another for later drama to set up #a bunch of stuff at the end of act 2 including Abe's death #i need to go around and collect all the stuff i wrote down bcs i have a bunch of potential ideas for act 2 #i write down every single thing i think about for SOBR but that means it's all just random shit jotted down in my writing channel on discor #i keep coming back to the Blackstone family in different ways so i ought to refine that #and i need to put them all together and see what i have for potential ways to take the plot now #cause i started on ch12 but where am i even going . i must figure it out #and i will! just takes time #act 2 is the soupiest in execution like i have a bunch of pieces i just need to connect them more or less #i don't want it to be Beau going out with them over and over again bcs that's boring and redundant #what i need to do and what i need to feel ccomfortable with is just glossing past some of these times with Beau and the posse bcs he's #not gonna kill someone every single time. like we need to be sparing with who he actually directly kills until Abe dies and we enter act 3 #so ya. just needs thunkin like i said

[bornspellcaster]

Mortal Coil

Chapter 1 - Living Arrangements

(When Luz and Philip seal an unstable deal with ‘The Spell Of Everlasting Oath’, both are forced to confront the fact that the human realm could be a place neither of them belong in anymore. And when unexpected truths are uncovered, how will they deal with the way their lives have been twisted? Is it even possible to see things from another’s perspective?)

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The icy stiffening of granite engulfing her limbs made Luz’s breathing quicken. She could even feel her cardiovascular functions beginning to slow down as stone began to crystallize them as well.

“Spare the demon realm? I’ve spent over 400 years in this insufferable world, every calculated and agonizing moment has finally led to this. All I wanted to do was to purge its sin from existence. Give me a single reason why I should let this realm live.”

“Well it’s not all you’ve wanted to do!” Luz cried as stone crept close to her chest. “You’ve wanted to go home!”

“I can already do that. I even gave you my offer to take you with me.” He sounded almost insulted, like he had the audacity to be offended that she hadn’t willingly decided to leave with him to let the world perish.

“Yeah yeah, well—well!” Think Luz, think. You literally have just a few seconds here. “W-well, if we find other witch hunters we’re going to need proof!”

“There are no others, you told me.”

“W-well, you never know! You’ve never seen reddmor! People on that forum will believe anything!” Luz croaked. The petrification had halted on the child, long enough for her to speak. Her thoughts fumbled, struggling to think about anything other than the fact she couldn’t feel her body from the waist down. “You need to prove to the world that you hunted witches! That this place exists!”

He wrinkled a brow at her in annoyance, and his glowing hand was an indicator he was about to return to adding her to his collective of ornaments if she didn’t make a point he liked.

“No ones just gonna take you at your word! You need proof that you took them all out! We can get that proof in the human world with news outlets and stuff! But you can't kill everyone without that proof first! Or else you'll just be the quack pot who's shouting ‘I KILLED ALL THE WITCHES!’ in the town square and everyones gonna laugh at you. Like a nerd.”

If the situation wasn’t so dire she’d almost laugh at the expression on his face that looked nearly embarrassed, his blue eyes shifting from her for a moment. He seemed to be contemplating it.

“I-I mean…!” Luz was struggling to keep her voice even. This was the last thread she could think of to pull, and it utterly was her final thread of hope. She couldn’t even stand now. “What even was going to happen to The Boiling Isles as a whole once you were to walk out that door?”

He smirked. “It would cease to exist. Disintegrate, evaporate into the air. Out of existence, as it should be.”

Fury razed the back of the girl’s skull and she resisted all the vicious things she wanted to shout at him in her native tongue. “Well that’s pretty poor insight for your case, my guy. Where was your proof gonna be there?” She couldn’t help but laugh. “That how you really expect to be a General? Is that how everyone else did it?”

Philip’s hand glowed warningly, and the slow creeping of stone stopped her snorting dead in its tracks.

“Ah—okay! Okay! Listen to me! I’ll be your guide and I-I’ll teach you the ways of the world now! You have no idea how much things have changed! You’ll be lost without me! Trust me, totally and utterly lost.”

Philip’s eyes narrowed, but secretly he knew deep down Luz’s point had some validity to it. He had no idea how to navigate this new world, if it was really as different as she stated. The Collector had been right, he was nervous. …It would almost be a security to have someone there that knew what this modern time was about. Thanks to the leaks of their worlds, human things washed up occasionally and he’d gotten enough intel to know that things were different...but he didn’t know everything.

“B-but if you want my help, you leave with me now!” Luz told him, her chin holding high and confidently. “Stop the spell. And w…we’ll go.”

She waited with baited breath for the spell to resume, for the granite to finally reach her face…and to her utter amazement, it receded entirely. Philip approached her.

“Fine. I suppose we shall seal it then, with an oath. The ‘Spell Of Everlasting Oath’, to be precise. I know you know that one.”

She was not going to ask how he knew such a thing, even if every hair stood up on her neck seeing the hand offered to her through a ring of glowing crimson. Luz watched in amazement as the magic tendrils coming out of the moon began to recede like a wave back into the Boiling Seas. All she wanted to do was run out of the skull and find her family.

“You know, I never really understood how these oaths worked, even when I made one with Amity,” Luz admitted. “I just assumed in our witch’s duel if I lost or something…I’d lose the ability to use magic. It’s…powerful enough to stop a spell like that?”

“You might have.” He strode nonchalantly to where he still had his old satchel perched upon his work table. All these years and somehow he’d maintained it as well as the tacky suit he donned. “The spell works as a fail safe. In duels it gives the opposing side their terms of conditions if they win. And for an oath itself, if the other person attempts to betray them…they will be forced to give in to the terms that were set. The closest that’s in the realm of possibility anyhow.”

He leaned in close to her face. “In other words, you attempt to abandon me somewhere or kill me in that realm, then there’s no telling what will happen…but it will not be good.”

Luz grimaced. So, getting him struck with a car was out then. “If you die it breaks our deal? Bit unfair man. Like, I don’t think you realize how many things could kill you there, especially since you don’t know anything about Earth now.”

“No. It’s only if you have a hand in it somehow. But it shouldn’t be an issue for you. You wouldn’t want to risk breaking our deal for some…petty revenge now, right?” He wore the same amused ‘cat toying with its prey’ expression as he always did with her. Always so sadistic, and so smug.

“Smart to see you implemented some fail safe into this plan,” Luz said sarcastically. “Needed the extra security, did’ya?”

“Well we are stepping into a world that admittedly you might have a slight advantage in.” Philip rose a brow. “As you said, ‘I know nothing of our world now.’ It’s only wise to make sure I’m prepared for if you try something. And then you have that security as well. It works both ways. Not to mention, it was the most efficient way to stop the spell,” he said smoothly. With the suave façade of a charismatic gentleman, he mockingly offered a hand. “Now….shall we go?”

Luz recoiled from the offered glove as if it was matted in goo. Honestly, it was centuries old, it had to be filthy. “How have those disgusting things not withered away by now?”

“Magic,” he answered smoothly, somehow not at all taking it as an insult. “And I’ve always taken good care of my clothing. None of this has been touched in centuries.”

“Whatever. If you want to be taken seriously, you need some new threads.”

Philip once more cast a confused glare down to his ‘threads.’ What was wrong with them? These were beautifully in style, and high quality. Did the newer generation really have so little sense of what looked good?

Luz stepped up towards the door, and she watched as the ethereal ripple shifted its hues and settled instead on a welcoming dull gray that cast a blanket of rain. She glanced over at her companion/captor, who…seemed to be eying the door with a mixture of fond nostalgia and trepidation.

It was ironic that both were just as nervous as they were eager to finally step through the door, but finally Philip did so, and the teenager followed suit.

Apparently neither expected to be teetering on the edge of the sopping porch steps, as they comically sprawled forward into the damp grass. The rusted hinge of the door slammed shut behind them.

Luz was the first to get up, shoving herself up onto her hands and knees. “No!” she cried and ripped the door open. …But to her horror, she discovered only the inside of a dilapidated cabin. “Where are they?! Where’s The Boiling Isles?!”

“Gone,” he told her coolly.

Luz could only manage a few shallow gasps of grief for a moment as that sunk in…before she turned right around and lunged savagely at the man. “You horrible, lying, slime coated BASTARD!”

Like she was no more than a tantruming child, Philip caught her with ease in a vice grip with his extended monster appendage. His lip curled derisively at the girl as tears streaked her hateful face and her hands formed claws that tried to reach towards his throat. It was painful just attempting to maintain this form, and every time it was just harder to shift back.

“You PROMISED!” Why was she stupid enough to believe him? Why did she think he’d be sincere this time? He duped her. She duped him. Now he duped her. “You promised they’d be SAFE! You lying-“

“Shut. Up!” Philip snapped, finally pinning her against one of the withered beams holding up the house. “Didn’t you hear me before? I had just enough titan blood for a final trip! That wasn’t a lie! What did you think would happen when the door ran out of power?!”

Luz’s head finally rose to look at the annoyance on his face and back to the normal door. “They’re…all alive?”

“Unfortunately, yes…per our agreement. For now.” His lip curled in disgust. “It was a one way trip, Luz. Didn’t you know that? And hopefully you’ll realize that’s for the better.”

“Prove it. Prove they’re alive and that the world is okay!”

“Look at my magic you fool! ” Philip snapped, restraining a grunt of pain as his explosion of emotion caused his hand to twitch. “The fact that my magic alone exists in front of you is proof enough that your precious devil’s world is still intact! Magic cannot exist without some tether to its source…even if we don’t see that tether. Portals exist everywhere on Earth, Luz. Why do you think I was so intent on destroying that world? As long as it exists there’s always a way to get there and for them to come here. A way for so many more souls of the human world to fall victim to their curse. Even more naive children, such as yourself.”

Luz swallowed hard. “There…there’s still a way to get back there?”

“Yes, and I’ve no doubt you’ll be trying to, until you see reason.”

No matter, the child could try all she wished, it was just delaying the inevitable. Sooner or later, that world would fall once he’d gotten what he needed here on earth. If anything, she was making the suffering worse for herself when she'd have to say goodbye again for one last time. Maybe he’d be lucky this time. Maybe he could break her before that happened.

Luz didn’t respond. Her tanned skin was a pale white as she wrapped her arms around the wet beam for leverage. Legs a wobbly mess, they buckled and she fell to her knees. Her wide eyes just stared at the door. What was once a gateway to a world of whimsy that she truly belonged in….was now just an open space that led into a crumbling house.

Philip at least had the decency to be patient. It wouldn‘t do his cause any good if his tour guide for the new world was a broken, jellied wreck. He gave Luz her time to sit there in stunned silence as his gaze rolled up to look at the sky.

A cool misting shower fell down and doused his face in water that finally didn’t burn. It was enough to bring a serene smile…

“Is it true that rain doesn’t boil in the human realm?”

“It is. You know, I’ve been there before. Have I ever told you that?”

“I can’t stand this world, Caleb. I hate everything about it. Look, even the rain boils! This barbaric realm has every sign of the devil written into its core!”

“I know, I know, Philip. We’ll be home soon enough…”

“Alright. I’m…ready to go, I guess.”

Luz’s voice snapped him out of his lamenting and he turned to cast a deadpan look at the child next to him. “Got all of the weeping out of your system, did you?” he mocked, ignoring the withering glare she gave him.

“Where do you even plan on staying?”

“I don’t know. It would appear our—my old house is out of commission.” He raised a brow at the rundown cabin before them and watched as a board from the rafters clattered onto the dusty floor, pouring water from the now gaping hole in the roof.

Luz however looked like she saw a ghost. “D-did you say YOUR HOUSE?”

Philip looked at her in disinterest, as if he hadn’t given her yet another soul shattering revelation. “My house.”

Luz looked ready to be sick. “You lived…on the same block…as me? Like…right next door practically? Oh man I’m gonna throw up.”

“Rude.”

They both stared at the cabin for a moment and Philip made a face of distaste at the pungent odour of mold that wafted from decaying insulation. Nails stuck out everywhere.

“We can figure out my living situation later.” He started down the steps. “You need to go home.”

“I don’t need to be escorted. You need the escort,” Luz snidely pointed out. Philip just scowled at her. “That’s why you want to tag along. I’d say ‘go explore, you’ve literally been gone for centuries’, but…don’t want to chance you getting hit by a car, funny as that would be. You probably don’t even know what a car is.”

“It would surprise you then to know that I do. …Sort of. Things from the human realm wash up all the time. I know quite a bit of history, invention of the ‘light bulb’, and I’ve built myself quite the collection of literature and artifacts. ….Anything the owl lady didn’t steal first for her trash piles.”

Luz gave something that was the mixture of a choked sob and a laugh at the mention of her beloved owl mother, and she just continued to walk onward. “There goes my hope of getting you bodied by a car then. One can dream.”

They walked along the wet asphalt through the dark night and both Luz and Philip felt their eyes drawn to the details of the human world they were unaccustomed to (one for hundreds of years). There were green trees and the wafting scent of pine. Cold rain that didn’t boil as it pelted against their skin. She couldn’t enjoy it without her family with her…

Approaching the street, Luz halted dead in her tracks when she saw Vee’s serpentine form in the kitchen of her house. “Oh no. I forgot about Vee.”

“Vee?” Philip questioned, and then sneered in disgust when he saw her. “By the titan’s name, you have a basilisk living with you?!”

“Yes, one you tortured,” Luz snarled. “Like the rest of her kind…that apparently was brought back from the dead?” It was disconcerting to think of how strong he’d been before.

“A version was brought into existence,” Philip returned calmly, showing no reaction to the rage on the child’s face. “It’s impossible to completely bring something back to life as it once was. Any spell that could would create more of a replica. Believe me, the ones in the Deadwardian Era were much worse. These ones are no more than…magic slugs.”

“Oh crammity,” Luz groaned faintly. “She’s going to recognize you, won’t she?”

“Unlikely,” he scoffed. “I never, ever showed my face to anyone but Hunter, and I would give the orders to my Coven more than be present myself for the work they did. I absolutely cannot believe—!” He shook his head incredulously, hate and disgust burning in his ice blue eyes as the normally silver tongued tyrant fumbled in shock. “How could your Mother house such a disgusting being?! The poor woman must be as spellbound as you, allured by what they try to present as charm.”

He was nearly choked by the sheer momentum of his collar being yanked by Luz’s trembling fists. He found himself inches away from her seething face.

“Don’t you dare talk about my Mom like that, or my friend! And if you hurt either of them, then….a-anything bad that ever happened to you will pale compared to what I do to you!”

Annoyed, Philip shoved himself away from her and straightened his jacket. “I gave you my word, and I’m under a magical oath. And why would I just unprovokingly harm another human? Is that not the species I’ve been trying to save?”

“Your word doesn’t mean diddly dang SQUAT when you gave me your word four centuries ago that you’d help me find a way to get home and then tried to sacrifice me and my aunt!” she yelled.

“And your word should mean nothing to me when you gave me a door in exchange for Eda’s freedom and blew it up.”

Luz found herself chewing her lip and averting her gaze as her own hypocrisy gnawed at her. “W-well technically I kept my word because I DID give you the door. I just….you know, lit it on fire afterwards.”

“If we’re playing this game then I kept my word as well, because four centuries later, just a few minutes ago, I brought you home with the door that I reconstructed. The door that you so rudely lit on fire, may I add.”

Luz’s face burned and she wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or anger, especially as Philip oh so smugly grinned at her in his sick amusement. She just growled and whirled around.

They stood in front of her door and Luz’s fist trembled as it hovered over the wood. Her mind was a whirl of emotions. Had she been away for too long? How much had her Mom changed? Was Eda and everyone okay? Did they know she was missing? How much time had passed? How was she supposed to explain Philip?!

That’s when the door swung open and there was the face she was worried she’d never see again. Tears immediately filled both of their eyes. “Mija!” Camila breathed out, and that was all she got out before dissolving into soft sobs and all but choking the poor girl in a crushing hug.

Luz barely seemed to notice her air was being practically siphoned off, or that the hug aggravated the bruises she’d sustained. “Mami!” she cried, clinging to the woman. For just a moment, she forgot about her inner turmoil about being back here, and the genocidal madman beside her. She was in the safety of her mother’s arms and that’s all that mattered to her right now.

Watching the happy reunion, Philip felt quite…out of place and awkward. Deep down in the niches of his heart, he might have even felt a dim….ache. It’d been centuries and everyone he knew was gone. He’d made peace with that long ago when he learned how much time had gone by in the human realm, and he’d forced himself to harden his heart to the reality that when he got back everyone he’d ever known would be dead.

Everyone. His town, his friends, Caleb, and even…

“Sir?” Philip looked over to see Luz’s Mother staring at him…and of course not able to help a glance at his outfit. Like mother like daughter… “Luz, who is this man?”

Oh boy… The hardest part about all this was going to be acting like a friend to Philip Wittebane. She hated lying to her Mom…

“This is…Philip. He brought me home,” Luz said with a stiff smile. “He’s another human that was also in the demon realm for a really long time. Couldn’t just leave him out in the rain, so!” Well that wasn’t a lie…even if she wanted to leave him in the rain.

Philip held out his hand to the woman. “A pleasure to meet—you?!” The Wittebane was cut off as his hand was grasped and subsequently, he found himself pulled into a grateful hug. It also had to be the first hug he could recall in countless years.

Luz was on edge with them being in close contact at all but she had to admit, watching his reaction to the hug was amazing. His deer in the headlight expression was utterly priceless, hands twitching at his sides and not sure where he was supposed to put them.

“Sorry,” Camila chuckled as she pulled back, wiping her dewy eyes. “I’m just so grateful you helped my baby get home. Please, come inside! And mija, mi dulce niña, you can have anything you want for dinner tomorrow night! We’ll have a big celebration!”

It didn’t feel like much of a celebration and Luz could only manage a faint smile at her Mom. Making her way into the kitchen, she froze. There was Vee in her basilisk form with an apple sticking out of her mouth.

“Oh!” Camila realized, wide eyes looking at Philip.

The aficionado that he was, Philip fell back on his centuries being cordial to these savages with ease. Perhaps in his own time he could try to reason with Camila about not housing this filthy thing, but making a scene would do no favors here. “It’s quite alright. I’ve been in that realm for longer than you would believe, and a basilisk is no surprise to me.”

“She’s very sweet, I promise.” Camila had already turned her head and didn’t see the momentary lip curl of disgust, but Luz did.

“Luz!“ Vee rushed forward to her, a nervous but excited smile on her face. “I-I’m so happy to see you’re okay!”

Again Luz had to swallow the ugly lump in her throat. She was decidedly not okay. “Heeey sister from another mister! Home slice! How’s it…hanging…” God she cringed and she was sure she felt everyone do the same.

Vee gave a small and uncertain laugh, secretly grateful for the electronic beep on her wrist that broke the awkward moment. “Shoot! I’m late for Kimberly’s party! Er…” She looked over at their mother and back at Luz. Camila waved her hand.

“Vee, you promised that girl you’d be at that party. I didn’t drive you to that out of town store to get her that book for nothing!”

Vee ducked her head with a sheepish smile. “I told you…ya didn’t have to. Alright, we’ll catch up later!” she told Luz, scooping up a parcel on the counter and running out the door.

At least they would be saved from that awkwardness, Luz thought. She looked over at the table and inhaled a heavenly aroma of familiar spices. Philip on the other hand all but had his feeble senses assaulted by them.

“I’ve missed your cooking, Mami…”

“I’m sure you have, mija,” Camila chuckled as she pulled up a chair for their wayward guest and spooned out a portion of dinner for both of them.

“Your home is quite…lovely,” Philip said conversationally, trying not to focus on the utter alien appearance of a modern day kitchen. He was watching the tv, gaze moving over towards the oven. From the simplest digital watch, to her refrigerator, everything was simply overwhelming to him. “I’ve certainly never seen anything like this, and the food looks better than anything I’ve had in recent years.”

Camila prepared a tea for Philip and Luz’s favorite soda. “So how was it getting back, you two? I’ve been so worried about you being in that place I-I’ve hardly been able to sleep at night!”

“I couldn’t be happier to be back,” Philip said sincerely. Luz just clenched her fists at her sides, trying once more to bury the pain of….homesickness.

“I…I’m really not ready to talk about it, Mom,” Luz said quietly. She tore her eyes away from her mother’s concerned gaze.

“Oh…of course, cariño.” After a moment she turned to Philip. “So Philip, where will you be staying?”

He blinked, notably almost choking on the unexpected spice in his dinner. That was enough to give Luz a bit of a snicker. “O-oh, well…my house I suppose. It’s been destroyed for quite some time, it appears. I shouldn’t be expecting it to be standing strong after this long. Everything seems to be falling apart, although it still has somewhat of a roof…”

“You’ll be fine, dude,” Luz said coolly as she bit into a dinner roll. “You lived in a cave, you can manage. Ya know, I believe in you! All that junk…” She waved a hand dismissively.

“Luz!” her Mother scolded. “I’m surprised at you! Where are your manners?” She turned to Philip with a kind smile. “You’re not staying in a broken down house or a cave. We have a spare bedroom and you can stay here until you find a place.”

It was Luz’s turn to choke on her food. “Wh-what?!” Philip looked just as shocked.

“What?! Oh…” He straightened his cravat in discomfort. “Thank you kindly, Miss Noceda, but I certainly wouldn’t want to take advantage of your hospitality. I’m sure you have your hands full…”

“Oh I always have my hands full, it’s fine!” Camila laughed. “No, I insist. You can stay here until we can get you settled in somewhere, or fix your house.”

“B-but…we don’t have room!” Luz protested.

“We have plenty,” Camila said firmly. “You and Vee can share a room for now. I’m sure it won’t be long.”

“Ma’m-“

“I said I insist.” And for some reason, that shut Philip up as he just nodded. Luz however was still in…a state.

“Can’t we at least put him in the shed? I mean, we could string up some lights, and get a desk in there and some drapes! It’ll be so homey!”

“Luz!” Camila snapped. The teenager sunk down into her seat, sulking like a petulant child. A battle with her Mother wasn’t one she could win.

“Fine.” Fine, fine, rooming with Philip Wittebane, Coloniser of The Boiling Isles and the source of most of her nightmares lately! The solitary reason she almost lost the majority of her family and home! She could see nothing wrong with this.

“We’ll get you set up then in your new room. Did you enjoy your meal?”

The old man was visibly trying to feign a look of enjoyment instead of the acid-reflux-of-a-life-time one he really wanted to show, resisting all urge to grip his chest. A dragon berry was the only thing that he’d consumed in terms of heat for these centuries. Even that was too much for his stomach.

“E-exquisite. Are you quite certain about these…living arrangements?”

“Well…it’s a bit sporadic so it’s not the best I can offer, but I’m sure we can make do.” She chuckled. “These troublesome girls need two sets of eyes to watch over them,” she joked. “Maybe you can help.”

One was a troublesome girl, and the other was one of the devil’s minions, he thought. Still, the joke received a cordial nod.

Luz turned away from the two and started towards her…Vee and her room. “You’ll have to get some new threads tomorrow. Those Shakespearean rags aren’t going to fly in this era,” Luz muttered as she started up the stairs.

“Mija? You’re going to bed already?”

“It-it’s been a long day, I’m tired.” Luz could already feel the tears press behind her eyelids and she was desperate for her Mother not to see them. “Good night Mom.”

She shut the door to her dim bedroom. The only light that broke the darkness came through slivers of moonbeams through the drawn curtains. In the light she saw so much she didn’t recognize…

Books that weren’t hers. Odd posters of bands she didn’t listen to. CDs where some of her toys had been. All of Vee’s stuff.

Finally a sob quivered up from her lungs. This wasn’t home… Home was in a rollaway sleeping bag stuffed in a closet she’d spent careful months decorating. It was with King cuddled in her lap, and her cheek rested against a bony knee as Eda’s long nails would smoothe and ruffle her hair.

With a whimper, Luz slowly slid down the door and sunk her face in her hands to blot out the world around her. “I just…want to go home.”

—

(A/N: And finally the first chapter is done! I’m probably months too late to this, there’s definitely some ‘Philip in the human realm’ fics that have been done already, but hopefully I’ve thought up of enough twists for mine to be original and interesting. I’ve always been obsessed with Philip and Luz’s dynamic, especially as their stories have become more intertwined.

This is not really the redemption stories I’m known for— it’s more of an analysis into all sides of Philip’s incredibly layered character and how he interacts with others, and especially humanity, which we haven’t seen. It explores into some of his past on earth and The Isles, so we see both the evil to him and the sides that make him human like anyone else. I was originally going to write what’s going on currently in the demon realm too but it’s not essential to the plot, as we don’t see anyone outside of earth for (possibly?) much later. The main focus is Luz, Philip, Vee, and her Mom. It is also known as the ‘Luz and Philip throw shade at each other forever’ fanfic.

This fic will be updated when I can manage. You may see frequent updates or it may be a while.

And lastly! I won’t be using much Spanish because I don’t speak it, so I just use a translator. Feel free to correct me on anything that’s wrongly translated.)

#toh #the owl house #luz #philip wittebane #toh fanfic #belos #vee noceda #camilla noceda #caleb wittebane

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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠…

How... How?! My plan, sure it was poorly scrapped together but... It should've been fool proof! Yet here Maeda is accusing me of being the one who killed Maki! He's right but dammit! I don't want to die. Yet when he questioned me again, I couldn't find a single word to say.

"Ha. He must have forgotten how to speak." Rei quickly chirped in. Damn her. Damn them all!

"What kind of.... Nonsense is that... T-this is just purely... out... rageous..." They can't really prove any of it right? They're just making a guess based off my talent!

"...Mitsuhiro. It's over... Please, be honest... It's meaningless for us to keep attacking each other!" Ayame tried to get me to see some sense into giving in but I refuse! There's no way this shit is right!

"Higa-sama... Was it really you...? Why? Why did you commit something like murder!?" Akane spoke up.

"....No. It wasn't me. I'm not...It's not me. It's not me, notmenotmeNONONONONONONONONO...... IT WASN'T MEEEEEEE--!!!" Why, why are they all against me?! I didn't... I couldn't have! Please- I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't--

"W-woah! This idiot is going all crazy!" Kizuna toyed with her hair as she refused to even look in my direction.

"OMG...! Mitsuhiro's totally gone wacko!" Satsuki jumped back a bit as she spoke.

"UAAAAAAAAA!!" I let out a shout as I tried to back away from everyone. This can't be. They're really about to send me to my death... Just like that... It's all over!?

"Upupup... Huh? It looks like you're done! As the headmaster, let me say your discussions were packed with passion in a fashionable way! Hm...? Passion and fashion...? Are they the same? Are they different? Oh, who cares! You don't need any of those to live a good life anyway. So, let's move on to voting time! You don't need any extra explanations, right? Pick the person you believe is the blackened! Everyone, make your choice using the switch in front of you! And one more thing, just as a reminder...Triple check that you voted for someone! If I ever see a blank ballot... You know what happens! I'm sure none of you would want to be punished for something so minor like that.... Okay then, time to get excited! Who will be chosen as the blackened? Will you make the right choice, or the dreadfully wrong one? What's it gonna be? What's it gonna beeee--!?"

One by one I heard everyone cast their votes. I slowly watched the machine fill up with votes for me. Even as that stupid bear started monologuing, I could feel my time running out. Damn you Maeda. All of you... You're so willing to just cast away someone like that. The pressure kept building up inside as I watched the machine click into place. Every one of them... They all voted for me.

"OOOH- Bingo!! The blackened of this trial-- that i, the murderer who killed Kiyoka Maki-- is none other then Mitsuhiro Higa!!" Monokuma let out a cackle after he finished speaking, purposefully antagonizing.

"W-w-what? H-hold on." I wanted to try and reason more, are they really going to just kill me? How am I just supposed to accept that!?

Kanata looked over at me with concern. "M-Mr. Higa... Did you really..?"

"Hiro... Why did you kill her...? Tell us." Haruhiko spoke, still sounding like he was trying to piece it together. "I was... a big fan of yours...!! I liked soccer too... I admired your talent as a rising star...! Why did you have to....!"

"Cut it out and say something!!" Kizuna shouted at me, the anger in her face quickly rising.

"F-fine....I killed Kiyoka Maki!" I just admitted it. That's what they all wanted to hear all along anyway.

"Are you serious...!" Ayame took a deep breath, trying not to face me.

"Finally..." Rei seemed relieved they I actually admitted to it.

"...Higa-sama. Assuming everything we found out is true, you killed Maki-sama even though you weren't targeting her, right? I'm not saying it was okay for you to set up a murder, but you could've quit and spare Kiyoka when your plan went wrong... Why didn't you do that? Why... Why were you so stubborn about killing someone!? Maki-sama... Maki-sama did nothing to you!!" Akane shouted at me as she held her arms in a defensive state.

"Bu-but still...I just HAD to get out of here after watching that video!!!!" That's right, everything I worked so hard for... It was all gone....

"That... Video?" Teruya spoke.

"Just as I thought...That is the only possible answer." Tsurugi looked at me only with more disappointment mixed with anger.

"...You mean, the motive?" Yuki spoke seeming to take the time to try and recollect the DVD.

"I was aware of how serious of a crime this is. Even a million apologies won't be enough for what I did... But... But.... I had to do it....! I had to get out of this place, and for that I had to murder!" I can't stand it here anymore.

"MITSUHIRO... YOU BASTARD!" Kakeru shouted throughout the trial room, it could be heard nearly anywhere...

"I-I don't know what was on your video... but can you even guess what was on mine!? Every soccer stadium in the world being reduced to ashes, terrorists attacking FIFA headquarters, and world-class soccer players going missing... On top of that... My home team was also.........." It hurts so much even just thinking about it all.

"H-how could such a thing be possible...? I'm sorry..." Kanata had at least some sympathy as she began tearing up.

"Attack on FIFA HQ...? Come on...! You know that's utter nonsense!" Haruhiko spoke.

"Right! And it doesn't only pertain to yours. All of our videos must have been fake! You shouldn't have fallen for this trap... Ugh!" Ayame's voice quickly filled with annoyance.

"... I couldn't stop trembling after watching my video because it was as shocking and terrifying as yours. It wasn't just you! It was everyone's fight... even Maki-sama's... Even though she watched the same absurd video, she was trying to overcome the temptation of murder! Akane shouted across the trial room.

I couldn't bring myself to say anything. What kind of defense could I even make at this point...

"YOU BASTARD...!" Kakeru shouted at me yet again.

"I couldn't help it... Soccer is my everything. I'd even say it's more important than my life... I know murder is wrong... But I jut HAD to see with my own eyes if that video is real, even if it means killing another person...." Soccer... It's become the only thing I was ever good at, the only thing people ever noticed me for...

"... Let me ask you one thing. Suppose that your plan went without a hitch and you got out. What if you found that video was forged? Then what were you going to do? You heard about the class tril in the enterance ceremony, didn't you? The victory of the blackened... Is equivalent to the death of everyone minus the blackened. My point is this. By setting off your murder plan, you opted to take the lives of us fourteen for your own needs. but were you aware of the full weight of your choice, or at least prepared to face the consequences? I doubt it." Rei went on a lecture but...

"U-Umm..." She was right. I didn't think that far.

"You're nothing more than an ignorant moron who wanted to get out of here using soccer as an excuse. Of course our videos were as shocking as yours. Otherwie, it won't even be a motive. If that alone was sufficient to make a person murder, all of us would have done it by now. But in reality, you were the only one to commit murder... What do you think was different between you and the rest of us? Could it be... Prioritizing your desire to escape over your so-called "friends"? Rei scoffed as she crossed her arms.

"R-Rei! Cut it out! Don't try to make this any more complicated!" Yuki shouted at her.

"Are you telling me this idiot got shocked by the DVD and just went on to murder someone because he was tempted without even being mentally prepared?" Kizuna of course, sassed back like usual.

"N-No!! I won't deny it, but soccer really was my everything!" I tried to snap back but was quickly overcast by Kakeru.

"ACTUALLY... IT WAS PRETTY WELL PLANNED OUT. HE EVEN MANAGED TO COME UP WITH A COMPLEX TRICK IMMEDIATELY AFTER MURDERING KIYOKA. TSURUGI BEING HIS INITAL TARGET DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A COINCIDENCE EITHER... YOU THOUGHT HIS TALENT WOULD BE AN OBSTACLE TO YOUR PLAN, DIDN'T YOU?"

"Ugh!!" I didn't know just what to say in this situation... It's not like it'll help me any.

"...Bull's eye, I suppose." Kinji spoke.

"You know what, Hiro? Right after watching the motive... Kiyoka told me, Haru, and Satsuki this. ' Murder, motives, anxiety... Just push 'em to the side, and have fun! That was we can all chill out... and strengthen our bond.' Kiyoka probably got the same mount of shock as you, but she was trying to overcome this situation by getting everyone together. If she had a chance to talk with you yesterday, things could have been different..." Yuki... was trying ot comfort me...? Could I even say anything in response... He was right but... It's too late now.

"Why... Isn't it so frightening? Who would've guessed that world-class celebrity is actually just a bad-tempered coward? This is why you should never judge a book by its cover. No one would've ever thought THE Mitsuhiro Higa would murder!" Monokuma spoke.

"What? What are you... even talking about!? It's your fault. This entire situation, Hiro's murder, it's all your fault...! How can you even say that!?" Yuki shouted back.

"Aww, don't be so salty! What's done is done; don't you gotta carpe diem? Oh...! What's up with that attitude? If you're trying to fight me, give up! you'll probably end up hanging out with your dead friend anyway... Besides, you don't scare me at all! Monokuma let out another cackle of a laughter.

"Shut up, Monokuma. I don't know where you got the balls for that, but someday I'll bring you to justice myself." Tsurugi shouted at the bear.

"Tsurugi might be an exception...Gee! Look how long you guys have been holding me back. We better get started!" Monokuma got excited, that's never a good thing.

"S-Start... What?" Akane asked.

"The punishment! What else would it be!? I told you! the punishment awaits the side who lost the class trial!" Monokuma shouted.

"P-Punishment... you mean, execution...!? Ayame spoke.

"Ju-Just give me a sec...Of course I'm guilty. I deserve death. I deserve any kind of punishment. I know I can't ever make up for my crime. B-But still... Are you really going to kill me? Sure, I killed Kiyoka, but isn't this a bit different? Seriously? You're going to take my life? I-I can explain... I really must've gone crazy. I'm sorry. I'll never do that again. I can rot in a jail for the rest of my life, just don't kill me... Y-yeah. I'll do anything you want. You can have all the money I earned by playing soccer. Okay? I DON'T WANT TO DIEEEE!! HELP MEE!!! I'll do anything but dying, I'm begging you PLEASE JUST DON'T KILL MEEEEEEEE!!!!" H-Hey! Guys! Do something! I'm gonna die for real! THIS IS NOT A JOKE!!!!" I tried getting any of them to answer me, just something. Nothing. They all turned on me. Who am I kidding! They won't even try. None of them will even look at me.

"Upupup... What is this? Are you scared of dying? Weren't you ready for this when you became the blackened? Above all, you disrupted order. You killed Kiyoka. Whatever the outside laws may be, the rule here is simple: an eye for an eye, a death for a death. No matter what you do, you can't avoid punishment! Once you're revealed to be the blackened, you are punished. This is an iron-bound rule! Now, save your breath and let us begin. I certain wouldn't want me students to procrastinate! So I've prepared a special punishment for the blackened: Mitsuhiro Higa, the Ultimate Soccer Player!"

"N-NOOOO!! Go away, GO AWAYYYYY!!!!" Please someone help me. Anything. I don't want to die. I don't want any of this.

"Let's give it all we've got! It's punishment time~!!!!" Monokuma brought down a gavel onto a hammer.

"NOOO!!!" I tried to shout and run but my legs couldn't move. I looked around t everyone in a panic when I felt something come flinging around my neck.

It tightened it's gripped and pulled me backwards into darkness. I couldn't help but try and hang on to try and keep the pressure off but the sheer force was enough to make me sick. I felt the tears pour down my face, when I looked around all I could see was a soccer stadium. I was tied to a giant soccer ball and even though I tried to wiggle free, the chains were too strong to slip out of. Rows of Monokuma's began to surround me as they were dressed in soccer uniform shirts. Before I knew it one came up to me and raised it's foot, kicking me right in the face while sending the ball flying towards another Monokuma. No doubtfully it broke my nose with the force and other Monokuma's soon followed short, kicking the ball between each other. My head hit the ball so many times that my vision began fading into darkness. I could barely see a thing but I knew it wasn't done with yet. They formed into a circle and began kicking the ball between the six of them. I felt the ground underneath me burning up. Hot... It was so hot, they managed to make friction so hard that the field started to go ablaze. I felt the fire touch my skin for a bit but it was so numbing tingling that it barely felt like it was there. I could surely hear it though. The cracking of the flames going off the metal from the Monokumas began breaking apart from the heat temperature and thuds were heard as they hit the ground. It's all over now.. right..? It should be... So why can I still hear things... The lights flicked off with a loud bang and I could only assume I'd be left to rot here myself.

#MH - Mitsuhiro Higa: (DRA : ⚽ ) #lore #replayed memory #((under the cut because it's a long one

[pondjrwi]

Just Roll With It Recap

Riptide Episode 6 and 7 - Off With His Head! and A Mist Opportunity

- Last episode an angry mob was about to storm town hall. 

Julian: “The mayor has stepped over this town for too long! Another one bites the dust every sunrise! We got friends and family going mad! All this laughter, but not a single one of you happy!”

- Chip and Gillion tries to bolster the mob. Jay pulls out her navy medal and intimidates them to back down. She tells them she’s here to fix the problem. The Mayor steps out from his office. Jay explains that there’s another man responsible for this who took the Mayor’s daughter. The mayor reveals that Julian and his daughter were close. 

Jay: “It seems like everyone here’s lost a lot… Regardless, it’s not incurable. There’s other answers, you don’t need to resort to violence. We can help.”

- Julian tells his mob that he’ll go with the party to see the mysterious man. And if they’re lying, he will bring his mob back. Chip once again tries to leave but is reminded of the cash reward and decides against it. 

- Chip inspects Jay’s navy medal, realizing it’s real. 

Jay: “Please, just give it back to me. That’s all I have!”

- She says it belonged to her dead sister. She also says she isn't in the navy. 

- The Mayor also comes with them. Jay brings out potato chips and her and Chip convince Gillion to eat them. Chip screams that he killed his brother. Chip and Julian agree that they don’t trust the mayor. Julian tells him that he was dating the mayor’s daughter, and the mayor never approved. He confesses that he trusts Chip. 

- Jay confronts the mayor, saying that if he’d just been honest with his townspeople, he wouldn’t be in such a shit situation. He says that the man is very persuasive.

- Fire beetles jump out of the woods and attack them. They’re mad at Gillion for killing their brethren. Chip and Gill mess up each other’s attacks and fall in the mud. They comically cry about how they’re gonna die together and how they’re sorry for messing each other up. Julian runs away. Jay is mvp. Gillion gets apple to herd the beetles together so they’re easier to hit. He absolutely annihilates the last 2 beetles with 56 damage.

Chip: “You could do that the whole time!?”

- They almost set the forest on fire and level up to level 4. The party all check out Julian’s ass. Chip likes Julian’s wallet chain and wants to buy it, but Julian says it was given to him by Abigail (he’d still sell it for 50 gold though). Gillion gives him an ice chain and rings. One of the dead beetles' eyes flash green. Gillion detects good and evil and detects a faint sparkle of malevolence in the mayor. 

- They start planning to take him down, but the entire forest becomes too foggy to see. They get Julian before he disappears, but the mayor is gone. Gillion uses shape water to move a bit of fog out of the way. Chip gets a 1 on a medicine check and the scar from the bald men fight appears. He thinks he’s dying, so Gillion princess-carries him. They discuss whether they should kill the mayor or not. 

Gillion: “If the evil truly corrupts his heart then maybe killing him is the best way we could spare him.”

Chip: “Gil, have you killed someone before? You gotta think about this man, it’s not just something you can do.”

Gillion: “Sure it is.”

Chip: “Taking a life means a lot more than just stopping an evil. You’re snuffing out not just the evil, but the good parts of a person too.”

Gillion: “Some people cannot be redeemed, Chip.”

- They exit the fog into a peaceful, infinite meadow with a small house. Chip, Gil and Julian argue about who should lead while Jay walks ahead. Chip steals Julian’s comb but he has another one.

#jrwi #jrwi recap #jrwi riptide #riptide recap

[kaijurakunsobs]

Karl coming back to you and the baby after a successful REVOLUTION!! Cause he deserves happiness (and maybe ethans there because I want rosemary and lil maginito baby to be friends

I like how you think anon

this one is gonna be fun and LONG

Let's start by pretending Ethan wasn't just a human chia pet, but the mold made him mutate like the Lords, he has no powers but his body is just...sturdier

that being said...

after Miranda's announcement of finding the perfect vessel and presenting Rose to the Lords, you could tell Heisenberg was extremely close to start his rebellion in that moment, what stopped him? that your child is waiting for the return of their parents and you still have no way out of everything goes wrong

it feels grotesque to receive a piece of such an innocent baby in a flask

through the creep vine you both learn about Ethan being in the Village, the father of the stolen child, you can see the expression in Karl's face shift into one of hope, he knows something you don't

when Winters is brought to the church you both play your role of sadistic monsters, giving a "show" for Donna and Moreau, but you have made sure there are useful things "left behind" by previous participants of your little game

with bated breaths, you follow his progress, feeling more and more hope with each Lord he takes down

Heisenberg cheers loudly when Dimitrescu goes down, lifting you off the ground and howling harder when only Moreau remains

He knows that, Ethan won't take it well when he arrives at the factory, so you offer to be the one to welcome him, reminding Karl to keep his cool and be straight with his answers and go to the point

NO THREATENING THE GUESS WITH THROWING HIM TO THE STURM

Ethan is, indeed, shaken up when he comes into the factory and the first thing he sees is you, he saw you at the church, why are you waiting for him?

"I must say, under other circumstances, it would have been...nice to meet you, but there's no time to lose, come with me, please"

he's hesitant, which is understandable, but he follows, a hand always hovering over his gun and eyes following your every move

when you reach Karl's center of command, you are careful with asking to sit and please listen to what you two have to say

"That boulder punching guy and his people are here, right Ethan?" Karl has his back to the other man "You see...me and Y/N...we need your help"

"My help!? after everything, each and everyone single one of you psychos put through?!"

But Karl is not listening, he starts to tell his story...your story, how Miranda took you both and used you like she's trying to use Rose, but you two were defective, useless, he wants revenge and is willing to do anything to get it

There's desperation in his voice but Winters seems unmoved by it, later you will admit that what you did was manipulative but as long as it works

Both men see you leave and come back with your child in arms, the kid is a bit older than Rose, the gray hair and factions that resemble yours is all that Ethan needs to know, Heisenberg as a child

they are vastly different but, he's like Ethan, he just wants to put his family in a safe place, so he accepts with the promise of "I'll kill you the moment you try to betray me"

Involving and convincing Chris is a lot harder, the man is already pissed at Ethan and now he's besties with 2 of Miranda's underlings? but time is running out and hes desperate for help, and maybe, it could actually work

Chris gives Heisenberg coordinates of where there's gonna be someone waiting for you and the kid, and that you have to be quick in reaching the point or they will leave with out you

of course, you panic! Karl is staying behind and you have to go? you want to kick Chris in the face and make him change his mind, he already has the soldats, why does he need Karl too?!

it's he who has to almost drag you away towards where the Duke is, he knows he has a better chance of getting you there, Miranda won't spare a glance at the merchant

a hefty payment and promises of coming back to you later, you are delivered safely to the team, Karl's trench coat draped over your shoulders and a sack filled with some of your most precious items. feeling like that's the last time you will see him again.

from the helicopter's window, you see with horror how the factory gets destroyed, gasping when Karl's mechanical form appears from the rubble and his army moving to where Miranda must be

the wait is grueling, painful, the sounds of gunfire and explosions make you jump, your crying child screams for their father, but this time, hes not there to calm the not cries and make them laugh

it's past dawn when the bigger explosion shakes the helicopter and when you cry the hardest, believing hes dead, that he die protecting you both.

the entire ride back to the BSAA is spent in silence, your child cried themselves to sleep and you are...just there...heartbroken, unable to shed another tear

a group of paramedics comes to you when you arrive at the new area, asking you questions and trying to check you for any wounds, but you don't answer or hear or care

from far away you see him, limping and using Ethan as a crutch, and then you are running, harder than you have ever done in your life, a strong hold in your baby

Karl looks up to see you and he can't help but smile and cry, open arms waiting for you and catching you, not carrying for his wounds, hes just there and his family is safe...and the 3 of you are free

neither of you put up a fight when the BSAA informs you that you will be under surveillance or that wherever you go you are expected to stay close to their offices, you laugh wholeheartedly when Karl asks "But we can go anywhere...you won't keep us locked away?"

Mia is the one who insists that both families must be close to each other, and you accept

it feels like a dream when Karl comes back and bitches about something that happened in the new lab, he may not be allowed to use corpses but hes allowed to tinker around with his creations and help to contain all bioweapons

you see your child grow and little Rose comes often to play, both children laugh and run around, not knowing what life they could have had

they whisper secrets and share what they have, Mia lights up whenever your kid gives her drawings, Karl melts down a bit when Rosemary calls him "uncle Heis"

and you see him change, he no longer frowns or gets irritated, he giggles or tells jokes, you have caught him develop a true fascination in watching videos and play video games

for once in so long...everything is finally fine

#karl heisenberg #resident evil village #karl heisenberg x reader #re8 #mia winters #ethan winters #x reader #answer stuff #rosemary winters #baby stuff

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 1

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for blood, language, brief nudity. Later chapters will be M Warnings: Nah fam Summary: Local vampire finds out she can't kill soft human (because they're soulmates, baby), human becomes insufferable bastard, oops they fuck later. Soulmate AU where if one person gets injured, their soulmate feels the same amount of pain and receives a scar in the relevant area.

1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring

It’s not that you had expected to survive this- being locked in the dungeon of Castle Dimitrescu, waiting for the day you’re picked to be someone’s meal. Oh no, you had given up on surviving long ago, it was just that… well, you had hoped that someone with a softer touch would do you in. But here you were, too exhausted to cry, hanging naked in front of none other than Cassandra Dimitrescu. Her eyes were trailing you up and down, examining every inch of your skin, every flaw, every unique trait. It was like she was making a mental map of which parts of you would taste best. Goddamn, you wanted to spit in her face, or scream, or say something, anything that might make her feel even an ounce of what you had felt for weeks.

But you know that she’s already planning to kill you, and to make it painful. Why give her any more reason? Why dare her to find a worse way to end your life? There was no good answer, so you stayed still, just watched her move. Maybe if you looked bored enough she’d make it quick, just stab a knife in you and drink you up like a capri sun. Or, maybe, if you kept a straight face, she would admire your courage. Oh, how you longed for people to think of you kindly now, in your last moments, when dying clean and pretty was no longer an option.

Pulling a blade from some hidden sheathe, Cassandra approaches you with a wicked grin. There’s still blood on her lips from her last victim. Had they not sated her? Or had she been like this for some time? When she inevitably drank from you, how long would your blood remain on her lips? You weren’t sure that you wanted to know. In your mind, you picture her cleaning up as soon as she was done with you. It does not make you feel any better. Neither does the way she traces a finger across your chest, left to right, practicing for the incision to follow. She pauses to lick her lips, making direct eye contact as she does.

What happens next passes by so quickly that you don’t process any of it until the whole ordeal is over. The blade’s tip digs into your chest, just below your collarbone, before dragging along half the width of your torso. It hurts like hell, but you manage to keep your misery to yourself. But your pain is soon replaced with confusion; Cassandra screams, loud enough to echo throughout the basement, doubling over herself. In an instant her knife has clattered to the floor, forgotten. Instinct takes over your brain, the default programing kicking in, and you say something that fills you with instant regret.

“Are you okay?” Your voice is a bit quiet, and raw, worn out from lack of hydration. But it is enough, evidently, for Cassandra to hear. She’s rising back up and glaring at you, one hand clutching her chest. Something in her expression tells you that she thinks you’re mocking her. While that wasn’t technically the case, there was a part of you that found joy in this, watching your captor get a taste of their own medicine. The question left in your mind was why she was in pain. “I’ll take that as a no,” you said, again left with regret at your choices.

Now her hand is swiping at your face, nails cutting you open. Once more she hisses in pain, now clutching her head, shaking a little as she does. When she meets your gaze, you see that she’s more confused than anything. More than that, you see the marks on her face, knowing instantly that they match your own. Oh hell no, you thought, grimacing.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Cassandra growled through clenched teeth. Bouncing back and forth on her heels, she seems tense, unsure of how to process what’s happening. You feel the same way, desperately wanting to pretend that this doesn’t mean you’re her soulmate. Maybe the universe had just messed up, crossing some wires, or decided to pull a prank on the two of you. Either way it was better than the alternative. Eager to think about something else, you start considering your options. The first that comes to mind is ridiculous. Stupid, really. But would it amuse you? Absolutely.

“Not gonna lie, I feel better about the idea of you killing me now. Feel free to make it painful, darlin’, I won’t mind,” you snarked, lips curling up into a smirk. Oh boy was it satisfying to watch Cassandra’s response. One of her hands raises to smack you, only for her to freeze before releasing a torrent of swears. Hurting you meant hurting herself. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little aching? Haven’t you ever imagined what it’s like to be on the other side of things? Under the blade yourself, blood soaking your skin, eyes too dry for even a single tear? Poor thing,” you purred, tone as teasing as it could get. Apparently it’s aggravating enough for Cassandra to fight through the pain, as she slams her fist into your stomach, leaving both of you gasping for breath. “This is fun-” you pause to cough out a few drops of blood- “really, really fun. Hey, if you kill me, how bad do you think you’ll feel?”

Before Cassandra can react, either to speak or hurt you worse, the sound of approaching footsteps draws her attention. From where you hang you can’t see much, too many cells and hanging bodies blocking your vision. But your “soulmate” seemed to know who was coming. Her face scrunches up a little, and she adjusts her robes, trying to cover the mark on her chest. Had you not still been coughing, you would have sarcastically asked her how she intended to hide her face.

“What the hell is going on, Cassandra?” An unfamiliar voice asked. The footsteps grew louder, and faster, until the new figure stood in the same cell as you. Not even bothering to spare you a glance, she approaches Cassandra, reaching to examine her face. “Did a prisoner manage to get you? I’ve told you a thousand times-”

“Don’t fucking touch me, sis,” Cassandra snapped, pushing away her sister’s hand. Both of them are visibly tense, and for a moment they stand still, staring each other down. Then the sister (who you assume to be Bela, from things you’ve overheard recently) shifts her focus to you. Something tells you that she has no intentions of being gentle.

“Did you do this, you rotten little thing?” Bela questioned, glaring at you hard enough to send a shiver down your spine. But that doesn’t stop you from trying to have some more fun.

“Oh, of course I did! I rattled my chains real good, scared the shit out of her, made her fall on her own knife a few times. You know, like that one musical?” You must look insane as you speak, grin wide but face dripping with blood. If it unnerves Bela, she hides it well, though you doubt it does. As soon as you’re done poking fun she’s pulling out her sickle. Still grinning, you make eye contact with Cassandra, who realizes what’s happening a second too late. Then the two of you cry out in unison, as the blade carves into your shoulder. Instantly Bela pulls back, stunned, turning to her sister with genuine concern. “I might have lied. Rest assured though, it was for comedic purposes.”

The next thing you know the two sisters are shuffling away from you, Cassandra begrudgingly being dragged along by Bela. Though the younger of the two had been adamant about not receiving help, she now had little choice in the matter, skin searing from your blood bond. Even you are starting to breathe harder than you’d like.

“Was it something I said?” You barked, barely able to manage a fit of giggles between your coughing. Bela shoots you a glare over her shoulder, but quickly returns her attention to her sister. They talk, quickly, soft enough that you can only make out a few words here and there. It’s hard to make meaning from it, especially considering their vastly different tones. Cassandra is pure anger, gestures fast and wide, while Bela is oddly solemn, even regretful. When you finally catch a couple full sentences, things start to make a little more sense, though you wish they didn’t.

“We can kill them painlessly, in their sleep. That way you won’t have to suffer,” Bela whispered. She’s doing her best to comfort her sister, despite the tension in the room, gently patting her on the back. Briefly, you make eye contact with her. In that moment she looks equal parts executor and unwilling jury. But she looks away quickly, even shifting her angle to prevent it from happening again.

“No, fuck that, fuck this, I’m… I’m not killing them. Nobody is,” Cassandra growled, daring to emphasize her point by pushing Bela away. Now it’s her turn to look at you, brows furrowed, eyes betraying something more than just anger. Somehow it’s a million times worse than when she first came in. You strain yourself trying to look away, cursing the chains keeping you in place, resorting to closing your eyes and pretending none of this was real. “I don’t care what you think, Bela. They’re already my ‘meal’, might as well get what enjoyment out of this that I can.”

Again, footsteps echo through the basement. Tension locks your muscles in place, and your eyes are still clamped shut, to the point that you don’t realize your chains are being undone until you’ve hit the ground. Cursing under your breath, you finally open your eyes again. There’s blood on the floor, only some of it yours, and you’re suddenly aching for a bath. More than that, though, you’re praying for something to cover yourself with. Certainly Cassandra didn’t need to see everything, now that you weren’t a piece of meat for her to enjoy? As if reading your mind, the middle Dimitrescu daughter flings open a nearby cabinet, messily searching for something. Eventually she gives a hum of approval, then tosses a blanket in your direction.

“Put it on, dipshit, then follow me,” she snapped, already walking away. For a moment you’re tempted to stay there, sitting still, waiting to see how long it would take for her to notice. But one look from Bela sends the thought back to whatever crevice of your mind it crawled out of. So you’re moving, hastily, awkwardly wrapped in a somewhat itchy blanket. Other prisoners eye you as you pass, some shouting curses or even spitting at you. At first Cassandra takes no notice, or simply doesn’t care, but eventually the noise seems to irritate her. Turning back, she takes her sickle in hand and slams the handle into the bars of a cell. It’s loud, making you flinch, but gets everyone’s attention. “Next one to make a peep gets the blood eagle!”

“Is that, like, a sex thing?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop yourself. Laughter rings out around you from the few prisoners capable of it. Cassandra is seething again, looking about ready to kill you. Then she’s shifting into swarm mode, spreading out wide, insects barreling through half the occupied cells. A few cries escape the prisoners, as the flies take bites out of them, cutting a perfect balance between pain and (a lack of) lethality. They’d be suffering for days to come, every movement making their wounds ache. “Not a sex thing, got it,” you muttered to yourself, just as Cassandra reforms in front of you. This time she grabs the blanket you’re wrapped in, using it to tug you forward, sending you towards the exit.

“Shut up for five minutes and I might let you put on actual clothes,” she growled, keeping one hand on your back to guide you. The offer is the closest thing to kindness you’ve seen from her, and you have half a mind to do what she says. Would you actually manage to keep quiet for that long? Well, you were certainly looking forward to finding out...

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #*evil laughter* #i know I said this would have fluff #but it turned into humor oops #yes this will be the best trope #enemies to friends to lovers

[fortune-fool02]

A Second Encounter

Tsukiyama Shuu x male demon reader

Summary: The red-eyed demon thought little of the ghoul he encountered some weeks ago, but that seemed to change when their paths met again. Maybe there was more to this than he believed?

Continuation of: The Man with Red Eyes

Demon AU

Given the positive feedback from the first part, I decided to add a second part to it. Please enjoy!

[Name] hummed softly as he walked around the room, cleaning the place up a little and getting any bloodstains cleared up before they would stain properly. Hunting was much easier outside, it didn’t matter how messy it was as long as you didn’t get too much on yourself. But in a house? That was different. He couldn’t keep using the excuse of accidentally cutting himself when he has the carpet cleaned. 

While he could have had his servants clean up, he preferred to do so himself. It was enjoyable for him, giving him the peace of mind of knowing he did a good job to live in a nice, clean house. As he placed the books on the shelves, he noticed a title of one. “The Gourmet's Recipes” A book more for show than anything. The Gourmet. Was that not the name of that ghoul he bumped into some weeks ago? The purple haired one? A flash of purple flashed his mind, belonging to both the hair and the kagune of the ghoul. The strength he felt pulsing through that kagune of his. His alluring scent.  

It was an interesting encounter, [Name] could not deny that. But his anger had simmered down by that point after dealing with the foolish demon who had caused him enough trouble as it was, he had no desire to kill a ghoul who wasn’t worthy of a death by his hand. And so had spared the ghoul generously, something he did not do often, be them ghoul or demon, he did not fear either. He has faced against chimera kagune ghouls and walked away the victor; battled against S ranking ghouls who sought to feast upon his flesh and remained the last one standing. [Name] did not fear anything. 

“Anteiku.” The [Hair coloured] demon spoke, reading the sign that hung above the coffee shop. With heavy clouds filling the sky, he had little concern of the sun, and decided to go shopping when he noticed the coffee shop. The heavy scent of ghouls poured out of this coffee shop stronger than the coffee beans, blocking the aroma out like smoke. Unbothered, he entered the coffee shop, his own scent catching the attention of every single ghoul in the shop. One, two, three... five he counted. All workers. He approached the counter, taking note of the purple haired woman’s look she gave him, wary. 

“I would like a simple black coffee. No milk, no sugar, please.” He told her, listening to the others around him. Demons and ghouls wouldn’t risk fighting in the daylight, and the fact that one like him was out at this time was clearly unsettling for them. His crimson eyes paled, appearing a pinkish colour with round pupils instead of their true slitted way. Touka -as her nametag said- only narrowed her eye a little but made no attempt to start something. 

“Sure thing.” He paid for his coffee and sat down in the corner of the shop, pulling out a book and enjoying the atmosphere. The auburn haired male with glasses seemed very wary of [Name]’s presence in the coffee shop. 

“Do you need anything?” He asked him, Nishiki -again, the nametag said- glared lightly at him. Wariness in his posture but more along the lines of how a predator would be to another predator in its territory. Not sure if it was wise to try and start anything. 

“Nothing, but you better not try anything. Got it?” 

“Of course. I have got better things to do than entertain ghouls.” 

Before anything else could happen, the soft chime of the bell rung out as the door opened and closed, a familiar scent cutting through the air for [Name]. 

“Bonjour, mes amies.” Shuu smiled as he looked at the employees of the café, a bright shade of crimson among the pale white and grey uniforms. Though the moment his eyes caught sight of the dark suited male in the corner, his smirk grew. [Name] attempted to ignore him by focusing on his book but that was made impossible as the seat in front of him moved and Shuu sat there. 

“Well, well, isn’t this a surprise?” [Name] didn’t bother to lower his book, a part of him hoping the Gourmet would go away if he didn’t give a response, but that was very unlikely. “Finding you wandering about in the daylight like this, isn’t it dangerous for someone like you?” 

“Not when the weather is this cloudy and dim.” Throwing him a glance, [Name] didn’t lower his book. Of all cafes, he had to have come to this one. Fate vexes him so. “What do you want?” 

“Oh, mon démon, can I simply not admire you as a creature? After all, you left quite an impression on me when we last met.” Curiosity flickered within him, pulling his gaze away from his book and into the lavender eyes of the ghoul. “Oh, how rude of me. You don’t even know my name. Allow me to introduce myself,” he spoke, “I’m Tsukiyama Shuu.” 

“You already know my name, Tsukiyama.” Now he had another name to place for this indigo haired ghoul. For some reason, he doubted Shuu forgot his name, not with how quickly he recognised him from the moment he stepped into this café. 

“Of course! How could I forget someone as unique as you? You insult me by even thinking such things.” Is that so? That is the thing that insults him? [Name] finished his coffee and set his cup aside, putting the book back in its bag after saving the page. “Oh, leaving so soon? A pity. I was hoping to get to know you better.” The slight playfulness that glimmered in Shuu’s lavender eyes mirrored in his smile, catching [Name] by surprise a little. 

Perhaps he could entertain himself with the ghoul? It had been a while since he enjoyed something, and he was getting bored. 

“Fine then. I don’t see the harm.” He stood and grabbed his bag, “Come on then.” Shuu smiled and followed after him out the café. 

“... You reckon he’s gonna get eaten?” Nishiki asked when they left, glancing at Touka. 

“Very likely. He’d probably like it.” 

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[bastillewolf]

Hello idk if the requests are still going but if not then its okay ignore this and if they are please don't over work yourself and you don't need to do my request if you don't want to just stay healthy and eat well and drink lots of water we all live your work (and are simps for corpse-)

The ask : could I ask for a corpse husband x reader where they used to get shipped together before they even meet each other and when they meet each other corpse goes soft for reader and they play two rounds In among us together where they are imposters together and corpse is an imposter alone in the other round

Reader info : reader has a very soft voice and is a softie and the pronounce is she/her or they/them ( as you wish)

Again you don't gotta do it if you don't want to

Thanks so much for the ask, An. I was feeling like shit and this was a lot of fun to write. I’m sorry though, I completely read over the part where the reader was supposed to have a soft voice. I’ll see if I can make another one with this specification sometime. Also, I wrote this rather quickly because I’m watching Twilight for the first time and now my feelings are hurt.

#CorpseBride - Oneshot

Pairings: Corpse / Reader

Twitter wasn’t really your forte, but you knew how to get around. It’s just that you never really had the time to check it, let alone to see what’s on the trending page every single day. At the very least, you were capable of replying to your friends’ stuff and letting your viewers know when you were streaming or when a new video would be up. Again, you weren’t a pro, but you got by.

Until you didn’t.

“Hey, everyone,” you greeted, and immediately went to change your Among Us figure to its usual colour and outfit before someone else took it.

Everyone welcomed you, while it seemed Toast was still busy trying to get a last person to join.

“Whaddup, baby,” Corpse’s shot out from the rest of them. It was pure teasing, something he’d grown quite comfortable with ever since people had blatantly started simping for his voice. “Nothing much, honey. How’ve you been?” You cheekily replied. “Pretty good. Streaming still makes me nervous, though.” “You greeted me with ‘Whaddup, baby’ and then proceed to tell me you’re nervous? Don’t get upset when I say that I don’t believe you.” He chuckled at that.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

“Ha!” you called out, “I doubt this will soothe your nerves, Corpse. You’re teamed up with me now.” You sneaked in a glance at chat. “We are not an old married couple! If anything, he can be my bitch for this round. I’m just not gonna murder anyone.”

And that’s basically how it went. He managed to kill three people and still wasn’t being sussed. “Alright, I think I’ve tortured him enough,” you laughed, “I’ll even spare Sykkuno for the man.”

You managed to corner Toast and killed him in a corner where the water wheels were, before heading out into admin. You vented until you found Corpse in Labs and jumped out. It was right when Sykkuno walked in.

“Oh, god no. Please, Sykkuno.”

Your kill count still wasn’t down yet and he was obviously planning to run straight out the door to hit the emergency button, but he was stopped. Corpse had murdered him in an instant.

Your mouth was hanging open. “Did… Did he just kill Sykkuno for me?” Chat was going absolutely wild. “What the fuck just happened?” You decided to report the body anyway.

“I can’t fucking believe it,” Corpse growled, “Not my best friend, Sykkuno.”

You had to mute yourself to keep the laughter at bay. Corpse evidently vouched for you, saying you’d walked in on the body together. Felix was sussed and voted out.

“Corpse, you killed me!” Sykkuno cried out.

“I’m so sorry, Sykkuno! I wanted to spare you but you walked in at the wrong time!” You pleaded.

“Sacrifices had to be made,” Corpse merely responded.

“Wait, what happened?” Sean asked.

“I walked in on one of them venting and then Corpse killed me!”

“Collateral damage. You watched me get killed one time, too.”

“Blame me, Sykkuno. It was my fault,” but you were laughing as you said it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard such regret coming from an imposter,” Sean laughed along, “Also, why the fuck were you two being so slow? Three meetings in and you’d only killed three people.”

“Corpse was simping for me,” you replied.

“I was not.”

“Yes, you were. Otherwise you would’ve asked me what the hell I’d been doing that entire time.”

“Fuck off,” he laughed.

“Corpse is an UWU-boy!”

“Oh my god, you guys are already trending.”

“Wait, what?”

Your phone was being blasted off to space, getting tons of messages with the hashtag #CorpseBride. It was number 1 trending on Twitter.

“So… whaddup, baby?”

“Oh no, you better buy me a drink first.”

“Sure.”

 You hadn’t thought he’d been serious in that moment, until he’d asked you to meet up after the game had ended. You hesitantly agreed, but reminded him that he absolutely did not have to participate in this just for the meme. “I’m not doing this for the meme,” he’d said, “I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while, I just never knew how. It seemed like the perfect timing.”

You met him at his apartment, knowing how he was about going out in public, and feeling extremely nervous. You’d brought takeout, and because you hadn’t been sure what he wanted you’d ordered way too much. Upon opening the door, he looked at you, down at the bag, and said, “Shit, you got food?” Not really knowing what else to say, you simply replied, “Uh, yeah.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have lots of leftovers, then.”

He smiled, gave you a hug that ended way too fast and left you paralyzed for a minute, and then invited you in. It turned out he’d already ordered food, too. “Plenty to choose from,” he laughed awkwardly. “Uh… You got any neighbours who might want some?” you asked.

“I-I don’t really talk to anyone outside of my friend group.”

“Oh, of course. I could go around, if you’d like.”

“You’d do that for me?”

You furrowed your brows. “Of course I would. Why not?”

“Alright, but let me at least come with you. You just do the talking.”

Three knocks at three different doors later, and someone accepted the offer and took over some of the food. “Hang on a minute,” the elderly man said, clad in only his pyjamas and a bathrobe, managing to make the situation even more uncomfortable, “Aren’t you my neighbour? You always scurry off before I get the chance to talk to you!”

You looked at Corpse, and he back at you, and you turned back to the elderly man. “He, uh… He’s very people shy. He has anxiety. I’m trying to help him cope. Also, his vocal chords are damaged.” Nothing you’d said so far had been a lie, technically, but the man still remained sceptical. “Then why didn’t you just leave a note or something?”

“Uh…” you jumped at the small voice appearing from behind you. It’s just that his ‘small voice’ is still nothing close to small. “I know, I’m terribly sorry, sir. I also just wanted to let you know that if you ever need anything, I’m just a few doors away.”

This seemed to please the man enough.

“I can’t believe you made me do that.”

“I made you?!” You gasped, “I didn’t make you do anything, you filthy liar! You’re just as bad in real life as in Among Us, when you’re the impostor and I’m the innocent crewmate.”

“No comment.”

“I didn’t even ask you a question.”

“No comment.”

“Deadass?”

“Deadass.”

You both laughed. Corpse hesitated for just a moment, but decided to ask anyway, “Were you nervous when I opened the door?”

You chuckled awkwardly, admitting, “Yeah, I was. I always get anxious meeting people. Well, we’d met before, of course. But just, you know, in real life.”

“I get it.”

You stood there in silence for a moment, until you noticed the rest of the takeout in your hands was getting cold. “Come on, wife,” he joked, linking his pinkie finger with yours, “Let me get you that drink.”

If he hadn’t dragged you along then and there, you could’ve sworn your knees would’ve given out.

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[burnedbyshoto]

through the looking glass

“Please don’t kill me!” you begged from the floor, your hands raised, trying to get this psycho to leave you alone. “I-I-I don’t think I taste that good? I’ve tried my blood before, and it’s disgusting, true fact! Mosquitos don’t even like me that much!” “I don’t eat humans, I—” the psycho samurai man tried to speak, but you were far from done pleading for your life.

— Or in which you cross paths with Shinazugawa Sanemi and nothing is ever the same again.

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pairing: shinazugawa sanemi x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, nsfw, fluff, cursing, an instance of demon slaying, mirror sex, vaginal fingering, blowjob, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, cursing, praise kink, this is my first time writing for this fandom oh no

word count: 8,420

a/n: I fell asleep while editing this, good reminder to maybe not lay in a comfy blanket when trying to get shit out on time????? i love sanemi sm tho, please enjoy!

kinktober day 15 main kink: mirror sex | kinktober masterlist

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The sky was always prettier at night.

It wasn’t anything against the sky during the day! As a matter of fact, you also loved the light blue sky just at noon. You loved it wholly! You loved the way the sweet smell of crops of the earthy dewy scent traveled in the morning, and you loved how every creature in existence seemed to hum with life. The morning sky and earth were always busy.

But, you always found the deep dark blue-purple, nearly black night sky to be ethereal.

If you closed your eyes and listened closely, the nighttime, silent with white noise hanging through every quiet move of wind, felt like another world. Out near the countryside, not quite the city and not quite the farmlands, you were able to live a life where you felt safe, felt normal. You and your friends were always screaming and chasing each other through the streets following the setting sun. Your curfew hours pushed back for the night, letting you relax.

You loved to sit just at the edge of the farmed roads, right where the light from the town just disappeared into blackness. You would sit there, eyes bright, fingers pointed at the sky as you took in the irreplicable night sky. At sixteen years, you had decided to venture out on your own; your friends said that they wouldn’t be able to join you because of their own busy schedule and insisted that you don’t go on account of the few vanishing people the past few nights.

But, you were never one to pay mind to others’ opinions; your own mind set on seeing the supposed asteroid shower that night in tandem with the full blue moon was to be a sight you couldn’t miss. So, you laughed, scratching the back of your neck as you sigh. 

“Fine, I won’t go,” you lied to them, and they smiled in gratefulness.

But, like the liar that you are, you found yourself rushing out of your home, your fingers clutching at your kimono as you run. The sun had already set, and if you were to make sure that you would make the sighting, you were going to need to get there now.

Eventually, you made it to that pathed dirt road, your eyes scanning the darkened sky with intense focus as you began to search for the asteroid shower you were promised. With the bright, beautiful moon in the sky, your feet stamping onto the road with your impatience and excitement, you listened to the whistling wind and chirping bugs as you waited.

Nothing abnormal or out of the ordinary.

It was tranquil, quiet, calm.

And finally, when the backdrop of the night sky served as the background to the beautiful shower of asteroids, a single sound that you’ve never heard before echoed from before you and immediately made your stomach sicken. 

Someone was eating in the fields right before you, the sound of a person, maybe an animal, eating something as if it was starving. Slowly, the air filled with fickle laughter, a noise that had your heart racing as you stood up. Your attention no longer focused on the beautiful night sky, but instead, two pairs of yellow and red eyes staring at you.

“Oh? Would you look at that! Two humans already, and it's only three hours into the night!” a voice cackled, and even with the shroud of darkness brought by the hours of the night, you recognized what the not humans were eating.

It was a person.

Unable to scream due to fear, the horror burned through your veins as you tried to scramble to your feet and run away, only to find that you couldn’t even move. You began to cry instead. Fat tears welling down your cheeks as they stalked toward you at a speed you couldn’t start to believe was human or animal, and you curled into yourself, eyes unable to gaze up at the sky one last time.

“So this is where you shithead demons have been fucking hiding?!” a voice practically roared behind you, and it was then you shrieked when a burst of wind exploded over you and a man dressed in a weird black uniform with a white haori with the kanji for ‘kill’ printed on it. 

What the fuck was fucking going on?!

You pinched your skin, wondering if, by chance, the gods had cursed you at the very moment and forced you to hallucinate some strange reality. 

“T-That’s a Hashira,” one of the not-human humans gasped, arm tugging at his friend. “We don’t stand a chance!”

What the fuck was a Hashira?!

“Like hell, we don’t!” the other snarled in defensive anger. You managed to push yourself onto your forearms, your knees still too weak to carry your standing weight. “Look at all his scars, gotta be hanging by a damn thread. He’s not even looking at us!”

You were taken back by that statement. Why wasn’t the third lunatic looking at them?! You snapped your attention from the non-human humans to look at the white-haired man who was staring at you. Your jaw dropped in your shock and slight embarrassment at the way his scarred face took you off-guard for a moment. Why was he looking at you and not the non-human humans?!

And in horror, you watched the psycho scarred man in front of you unsheathed a katana.

A katana.

The ringing of metal loud in your ear as you scrambled to your feet, this man was genuinely insane. Who still carried such weapons in this time period?! The samurai were no longer around, and he was dressed in something that looked weaker than your own kimono!

“Ni no kata: Sousou-Shina to Kaze,” the psycho samurai man spat, and if you hadn’t already believed you weren’t hallucinating already, you definitely did now. Jagged, solid apparitions of claw marks appeared from the air as the psycho man shot forward, the glinting menace of his katana tearing through the necks of both the non-human humans with such horrifying ease. You screamed. 

The terrified scream didn’t stop afterward, only seems to increase in horror when you watched the bodies crumble into smoke and ash, their voices still muttering last words, bitter and abhorrently angry at being murdered. The psycho samurai had beheaded these non-human humans at such power and strength he had destroyed their living bodies! 

Was this because you hadn’t thanked your aunties for adding that one extra meat bun when you noticed after going home?! No, it had to have been for breaking that perverted boy's nose the other day, and this was the curse he placed on you. Physical violence was never the answer; you vehemently prayed to your gods as you begged for forgiveness. Please spare your pathetic life.

Your jaw dropped as you watched the psycho samurai man, with what seemed like proficient knowledge and experience, flick his blade. Blood splattered off the blade, onto the floor, disintegrating too. And well, fuck the gods.

Spinning on your heel, you ran as fast as you possibly could, your chest heaving and nerves entirely shot because if you were hallucinating this badly, you needed to get home. Maybe that candy you ate earlier today from the snot-nosed brat was some weird drug. City kids could never be trusted.

“Are you okay?” a voice gruffed by your ear, and you shrieked, seeing the psycho man seemingly appear beside you. His footsteps were silent as he so obviously ran to catch up to you, and through your frightening horror, you found yourself tripping and falling onto your ass. Staring up at the wholly scarred man in front of you. 

You had initially thought it was just his face that was scarred, but no, it was obviously more. There were jagged, ugly cuts lining his pectorals, abdomen, and if you weren’t making it up, you noticed some on his arms. Every piece of exposed flesh was lined with intense scars.

“Please don’t kill me!” you begged from the floor, your hands raised, trying to get this psycho to leave you alone. “I-I-I don’t think I taste that good? I’ve tried my blood before, and it’s disgusting, true fact! Mosquitos don’t even like me that much!”

“I don’t eat humans, I—” the psycho samurai man tried to speak, but you were far from done pleading for your life.

“My mom says I have a thick neck! Called me an ox or something! I’m sure you don’t want to cleave off my head like you did the others?! Oh my god, am I gonna die?!” you squeaked, your fingers digging crescent shaped wounds into your arms as you began to cry. “I don’t wanna die!” you wailed, and then just the slightest bit pathetically: “I just wanted to see the asteroid shower.”

The psycho man seemed to grow irritated, his lips pulling back into a small snarl before he rolled his eyes. With tears in your eyes, you watched as the man threw his katana to the side, much too far away from him to use on you, and in the dim lights of the town behind you, you watched the shadows grow on his face as he sat down before you.

Not close enough to make you panic, but not far enough you were squinting to see him.

“My name is Shinazugawa Sanemi,” the psycho samurai man explained, and your eyes narrowed.

“That’s not a god or demon I’m aware of,” you muttered under your breath, but it seemed he heard it by the sour glare he gave you. You stilled under his weighted ton glare, your face warming as you averted your gaze. 

“I’m not a god,” he spoke firmly, his arms folding underneath his chest. There was the chance he was a demon, you couldn’t help but think. “Nor am I demon.” You wilted.

“Rabid mountain boy?” you guessed, your nerves and adrenaline are still pounding way too heavy for you to filter your words.

He huffed, “No.”

“Well then—”

“Just let me explain,” he stressed, an eyebrow raised at you, and you stilled. It took a bit, but eventually, you nodded. “My name is Shinazugawa Sanemi, and I am a part of an organization called the Kisatsutai.”

Kisatsutai, the Demon Slayer Corps.

It rang an old bell in your memories, something distant, aged. Maybe a tall tale your grandparents had told you.

“It’s exactly as you think it to be,” he spoke, and you found your gaze rising to meet his. You realized even with the dull, yellowing light of the faraway lanterns, his eyes were a clouded purple. “Those two shitheads that tried to attack you are — were — demons. Yes, demons still exist,” he followed immediately as if knowing what stupid question you were going to ask next. Your mouth closed, and a chill ran down your spine knowing that non-human demon creatures that ate humans actually existed in this world. How had you been so unaware? “I’m a Hashira though, the wind Hashira to be exact. You’re living in my section of the territory I’m assigned to keep safe, so don’t worry. Demons don’t come out during the day; the sun kills them, so keep indoors at night, and you won’t have any issues.”

You remained silent, your mind twisting and turning as you tried to digest his words that seemed to rip apart your life. Sure, there was always a chance of being murdered in life; you weren’t that naive of an idiot to think so. But you never would have guessed that the potential murder you would have was a demon. It just seemed childish.

“T-That’s why they disintegrated?” you eventually babbled, your mind and consciousness entirely overloaded. “Are you some sun blooded person? How did you kill them?”

Sanemi stared at you but grunted. He rose to his feet and offered you a hand, “Top secret, can’t tell you.”

That wasn’t a good enough answer, and your mouth opened, ready to retaliate. 

“I’m not trying to be a jerk,” Sanemi spoke, his hand tensing yet again in apparent effort to get you to grab it. “I’ll explain to you the bullshits of the reality of life later, but fortunately, this wasn’t the only area with demons nearby. So, unless you want me leaving you out here alone.”

A frown curled on your face, but with an unspoken level of trust, you grabbed his hand. You tried not to show how shocked and just awed you were at the calloused, entirely strong palms he had. You had no doubt in mind that he was a master swordsman, that title of Hashira seemed to be a big thing too, and the strength and power and callousness of his palm proved it.

“I’ll walk you home, pipsqueak; let’s get a move on it.”

Nodding your head quickly, you tore your hand from his and walked.

The walk was silent, and you could feel his presence lingering behind you like a hot coal in your pocket. You looked behind to see if he was still there several times, and each time he was staring straight ahead, eyes focused on something far away.

“You’ll be back tomorrow, Shinazugawa-san?” you ask as you made your way to the entrance of your home. You weren’t moving to go in, trying to figure out what he meant by explaining it all later.

“Tomorrow evening before I work,” Sanemi confirms, arms folding again.

You nod, “How old are you, Shinazugawa-san?”

He narrows his eyes but eventually rolls them, “Eighteen.”

Only two years older than you were, yet his hands felt like those of a war-veteran elder. It almost seemed like you and he grew up in entirely different worlds. You nod some more, absorbing his words and skills with better clarity as you finally begin to retreat past the gates. “Well, thank you for saving my life, Shinazugawa-san. I’ll leave—”

“You can watch it tomorrow night,” he said, face void of emotions.

You blink, “What?”

Sanemi rolls his eyes, looking entirely unimpressed. “The asteroid shower? The one you were watching or wanted to watch? Tomorrow night, another one will be happening.”

“O-Oh,” you felt warm, a smile spreading across your face as you nodded. “Thank you for letting me know!”

He nods too, a sharp inhale whistling through the air before his shoulders relax, the tension leaving his body altogether. “Well, until tomorrow evening.”

“Goodnight, Shinazugawa-san,” you politely bow. “Stay safe tonight.”

“...you too.”

And when you pull up from the bow, he’s gone. 

The next evening, Sanemi shows up again. The sun is still in the sky, barely on its decline, and the summer day's warmth is slowly cooling down. As promised, Sanemi answers all of your questions, or well, tries to answer it. Some questions you have, he roughly snarks that those are stupid questions that shouldn’t ever be asked again (i.e., you asking if he was a child of the sun and that's why the demons had died, you asking if he had grown up in the woods and that’s why he was so scarred, you asking if it was only him in this supposed corps). He makes it pretty clear and unmistakable right away that all demons are evil. That he has the power to kill most demons as he is now and is continuing to train himself daily to ensure that he will one day help eradicate the strongest demon. That had turned into a slight argument on how you seriously doubted an eighteen-year-old possessed the power to murder a thousand-year-old demon who has yet to be killed despite the numbers who have tried.

But Sanemi, for all that was worth speaking of, was strangely enticing. Whenever your family or friends peeked their nosy heads in to try and hear your conversations with the psychotic looking stranger, his rather brash and abrasive tone of talking melded away into one of perfect formality and intelligence you quickly forgot he had. It was almost devious of him to have charmed your mother as soon as he did despite his rather inappropriate getup — he refused to cover up.

Faster than you would have liked, the setting sun began to turn scarlet red and royal purple against the sky, and you watched one of the nine apparent Hashira walking away, his body disappearing in the crowds of people that were moving about in the town. But, he was taller than most of them, and with that head of white hair, you watched him leave until you could no longer. 

“Come back again, please, Shinazugawa-san?” you had asked right before he left, your heart hammering in your chest.

He looked at you, unsure, a million emotions flashing through his clouded eyes. Ignoring the way your family and friends were watching you through the obvious crack in the door, you looked at Sanemi, who rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll see.”

That was good enough for you.

Better yet, the asteroid shower returned that night, and as you took it in with a star dazed smile, you thanked Sanemi, wherever he was.

It seemed to become some sort of ritual for both of you.

Sanemi showing up, both of you talking in the courtyard of your home for a few minutes. Some days he showed up with enough time to eat dinner with your family, who were intrigued to know who he was. Some days your friends refused to leave your side, so Sanemi would as calmly as he could interact with them. Turns out a few of them reminded him of his own friends, and a sense of kinship formed between them all.

But as the sunset and you wished him well and luck, you always asked for him to return.

Sanemi would always respond with uncertainty. But the next day, he was there.

Some days he had more bandages on his body; some days, he looked straight up sick. There were scary days where he wouldn’t appear at all, and he’d be back in two days apologizing. He had come across a few Lower Moons and was hospitalized then had a meeting, he would explain. There were some days he’d let you grab his hand as he explained that he wouldn’t be back for a few days; there was a meeting in Headquarters, and it took a day to get to and a day to return from. Three days have gone from his usual postings, so he would have to spend an additional four days heavily working to make up for his disappearance. 

“Fuckers aren’t as strong as they should be anymore,” Sanemi gruffed as you rested your head against his shoulder, his softly resting against yours. “Idiot trainers letting them take the test without their breathing techniques being strong.”

You laughed your finger, raising and pressing against his proud scar on his chest. It had been a year since you had first met him at that point, and now at seventeen, you knew he was proud of his scars, showing them off like the farmers showed off their prized crops, how senseis and masters showed off their awards. 

“They can’t even fucking use the Water Breathing techniques correctly,” he spoke angrily, almost bitterly. “That’s the easiest breathing to learn! They had no fucking skill; they don’t use the breathes they should be using!”

“Mm,” you agreed, not really invested in their strengths or if the trainers were blind fucking bats, and your hand rested on his chest. His heartbeat under your fingertips, and you looked at his dark purple eyes. Despite the weird angle, his eyes were beating with the slightest bit of anger. “They sound like the worst.”

You had never known Sanemi to freeze up or startle, but you saw the way his eyes dropped to your lips, the way they drank them in, but he pulled away. His heartbeat suddenly frantic as he stood. 

“It’s getting late; I gotta go if I’m going to make the town thirteen kilometers from here,” he grumbled, strapping his katana to his waist and standing up. You quietly followed after Sanemi, listening to him talk about how there was a case this morning but that the supposed demon was an actual cannibal.

As the two of you passed to the front gate, the warm smell of cracked dirt and sweet weeds filled the air. The sun was still high in the sky, just enough for your practically superpowered friend, not a friend, to make it to his suspected town just as the sunset.

He turned to you, falling quiet, obviously waiting for your typical farewell. But, you were trying something new tonight, and maybe from here on out. Sanemi watched with wide eyes as you stepped before him, your lips pressing sweetly against his battle-hardened skin, just kissing the corner of his mouth.

“Stay safe,” you grinned, pulling away, finding the pink in his cheeks and ears as a sign of victory. And as you made your way back into the doors of your home, Sanemi’s hands grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you near once again.

“I didn’t know you were a fucking Water User,” he snaps, and before you could smoothly input, you were not a Breathe user on account of your very serious childhood asthma, his lips pressed against yours, and it suddenly made sense.

The sky during the day was, for the most part, repetitive and boring. But when Sanemi pulled away from you, your lips humming with electricity and pumping blood from your excitement, the backdrop of the sky on the man who held your heart could outmatch even the asteroid shower you had seen. 

“Come back again, please, Sanemi?” you slowly spoke, the smile on your face ear-splitting and pure.

“Fuck off!” Sanemi flushed bright red, and he turned on his heel and stormed away.

He listened to your bell-like laughter as he rounded the corner. Well, until he seemingly reappeared before you again, his hands pressing to your cheeks and kissing the laughter from your throat before he pulled away. His voice was gruff, and his body language screamed he was doing everything not to look away from you right now, “I’ll see.”

And it was good, so very, very good.

By the time you were eighteen, you had moved in with Sanemi.

Despite the lack of a formal proposal, how both of you agreed not to marry yet, your parents allowed you to move in with Sanemi. They knew the reason why both of you had decided not to wed and accepted it as long as Sanemi took all responsibility for what would happen to him should anything happen to you. 

You still remember Sanemi showing up in the only kimono he owned. It was a bit — okay, try way — too tight against his arms and chest. His katana or usual uniform nowhere to be seen. It wasn’t that you hadn’t been expecting this to happen; the two of you had discussed this future together plentifully. But seeing him on his knees, a bow that was so low, respectful, and formal, had sent your skin simmering with blazing heat as Sanemi asked to officially court you and if he could also bring you home with him.

Tears welled in your eyes at his beautifully spoken request, and your parents, who may or may not have interrupted a handful of too many gentle, sweet, full kisses between you and Sanemi in the gardens of your home, had expected it. 

That sunset, you had watched Sanemi pull his katana and uniform from underneath a tatami mat in your room, and you screeched about how he had hidden it there. He didn’t bother responding as he changed into his needed uniform, and you had politely looked away while he changed. You may or may not have caught sight of his muscled, toned, and scarred legs, though, and you may or may not have thought about it for every second after he had left.

He kissed you wholly before he left that night, his thumb rubbing your cheekbone just softly enough to make you putty in his hands.

“I’ll be back in the morning to help you move in,” he promised, and you nodded your head impatiently, your lips seeking his again. 

As promised, Sanemi showed up the following morning, and with the help of the wagon your parents owned, all of your items were carefully exported to Sanemi’s home. A home that was way more than you had imagined. Your fiancé, not quite a fiancé, was always clean, he never showed up covered in dirt or blood, so while you weren’t necessarily expecting him to live in a crate at the side of the road, you were also expecting that from him.

It was a large home with a large courtyard, garden, and training spaces. Sanemi had easily carried your trunks into your (Sanemi and your’s) room, and you had hugged your parents tightly before they left. Their smiles drowned out into the bright sunlight as they went.

The adjustment to living with Sanemi wasn’t as hard as you thought it was going to be. For sure, the most challenging thing was getting your body accustomed to being awake during the night so that you could sleep with him and then spend his waking hours with him. It was perfect, blissful, and wonderful. You’d spend sundown to sunrise doing chores and doing drills with a wooden sword and dummy — Sanemi was teaching you how to handle a katana in case he wasn’t around. You’d write down lists of what you would need when he came home. Thirty minutes after sunrise, nearly without fail, Sanemi would stumble into the house, calling out his greeting.

You helped him bathe the night's blood and grime away, and with gentle hands and coaxing words, dragged him to sleep. At three in the afternoon, both of you would wake, and the day would begin with a sweet kiss good morning. Both of you would go and finish the day's errands, the vendors soon becoming familiar with your face and person. It was a great community, and everyone seemed to hold Sanemi in high regard.

But your relationship changed yet again when Sanemi slammed through the doors one day after sunrise. His eyes were wide, faint pink, already healed over scars risen on his skin as you came to the front door to see your husband, not a husband, discarding his shoes on the floor. 

“What’s going on?!” you asked, partially because you were scared and partly because you were slightly exhausted and ready to drag him into bed with you. But it seemed that Sanemi had that same exact mindset, but with a whole other meaning.

The kiss he pressed on your lips was blistering hot; you arched against the intensity of his kiss, your fingers touching the dirt of his face and feeling the heat of his skin.

“I need you,” he simply stated, over and over, his words coiling and festering under your skin until you could do nothing but let out a shaking moan. Exhaustion had burned out of your bloodstream, and a gentle, building warmth sank through your loins as slowly you agreed.

I need you,” you repeat as the sliding doors close behind your shifting bodies, the both of you losing yourselves to the heat and the passions of the early morning lust.

.

..

.

It had been approximately a year since you and Sanemi began to indulge in your shared sexual desires. Your relationship was deep, it was full, and as everything human, had its flaws. There were mornings where he would come home and needed to sleep in a separate room, evenings when he would leave, and his words would be cold and haunting. His life up until now had been a hard one, and you were no fool to believe that your presence would make him forget that. 

But in spite of it all, you were always happy when Sanemi would pull off of you, the streams of golden morning light whisping into the room, your body aching with the intensive pleasurable waves as the both of you would ease into sleep. It was perfect, you thought so, at least.

Sanemi, however, always claimed that you were a sight to be seen when he was bottomed out in you. His words were sweet in your ears as his lips brushed your skin, his praises were endless, but even when the drunken hue of the passions of the early morning faded, he swore you were a sight to be taken in at its full glory. Through every praise, every small moment where he would kiss you afterward as the smell of sex and dewy grass wafted into the room, Sanemi wanted you to see how beautiful you were when he fucked you.

You had no idea how that was to work; there was nothing that gave off a good enough reflection. But one late spring day, your eyes at the table you were using, carefully shuffling the funds Sanemi had acquired and placed them out accordingly, the front door was thrown open. 

“I’m home,” Sanemi grunted from the first room in the home, and you strained your ears, not hearing the door shut behind him.

“Welcome home!” eventually came your response, your body pressing up from the floor, fingers smoothing down your purple kimono before walking to where Sanemi stood. 

By the time you entered the room, Sanemi had already closed the door. But you were less focused on the time interval it took him to enter the home and more interested in the large, covered, and almost ominous rectangular object resting on the wall. 

“Whatcha got there?” you asked, head tilting in your curiosity, eyes focused on the large rectangle.

“The obaa-san gave me free smoked salmon because she heard that apparently, we’re trying for a kid. She said eating salmon before having sex will guarantee a strong male heir. So I figured we could make some nigiri,” Sanemi stated, purposefully ignoring your question if the way his lips pulled into a sardonic smile had anything to say about it.

“You’re an asshole,” you laugh, your hand smacking his shoulder only for him to thread his fingers in yours and pull you in for a sweet kiss. You hummed against his soft lips, your fingers running through his hair until the entire sentence he just told you sparked back into your memory. You tugged the ends of his hair just sharp enough for him to grunt in the back of his throat. “Idiot, don’t let them think we’re trying for a kid just yet.”

Sanemi snorts, pulling away from the kiss, “Maybe you should stop talking about your cravings in public — especially with that gossiping vendor.”

“Period cravings are a thing!”

“Yah yah,” Sanemi grunted, his hand waving you off as he gathered his rectangle thing and started making his way off with it. It was enormous though, you noticed as he carried it. It was longer than both of your heights, and if you were to stand at his shoulder, it seemed like it could still be wider than the both of you. “Stop breathing down my neck, weirdo.”

“You’re the one not telling me what that is!” you complain, following Sanemi with enough distance that you weren’t stepping on his heels. “Come on, ‘nemi, tell me what it is?”

“What do you think it is?”

“I hope it isn’t Mitsuri-chan’s present from Iguro-san,” you grumbled, knowing that last Christmas, you had to keep Mitsuri’s present hidden from the lovely Love Breathe wielder. “I can’t handle him showing up in the middle of the day, demanding to see it again. Why didn’t his own home work?”

“Kanroji shows up occasionally, and he only brings her into the best rooms depending on the day,” Sanemi grunted, resting the rectangle onto the wall by your tatami mats. “He won’t confess; she’s dumber than a rock, it’s all annoying. But he’s still… a friend.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re finally admitting to being friends with your fellow Hashira!” you chirped, your arms circling his neck, your grin complete and authentic as Sanemi looked at you unimpressed, his lips in a pout, not a pout, but a pout. You had the privilege of meeting all the Hashira Christmas morning, and they were all lovely people you got along with quite well. “Now, are you and Tomi—”

“That water bastard can choke on my foot and die!” Sanemi snapped, his face fuming, eyebrows narrowing, but his warm arms remaining relaxed and warm around your waist. “I’ll kill him and his stupid ‘I’m-better-than-you’ personality.”

“And you don’t get along with someone like that?” you feign surprise, utterly delighted with the way his eyes sparkled dangerously at you. And well, you didn’t ever hesitate to take a bite out of Sanemi. “Guess there’s only enough room for an ‘I’m-better-than-you’ personality even in the Hashira, and if it isn’t you… oops.”

Sanemi choked, and you laughed loudly, face nuzzling into his stiff neck as he attempted to escape from your stubborn hold. 

“You’re a real jerk,” Sanemi said as monotonously, allowing his much stronger body to be bent down as your lips peppered against his skin and eventually on his relaxed lips that didn’t bother returning your kisses.

“Kiss me back,” you whined, your lips pressing with a more significant, more profound fervor against his mouth.

“No.”

“I’m sorry!” you giggled with no actual apologies in your tone, enjoying the way that Sanemi’s lips slowly began to press back against yours. “Tomioka-san is obviously not the holder of the ‘I’m-better-than-you’ personality title!”

“You damn brat,” Sanemi growled, his fingers pinching and pulling at your cheeks, paying no mind to your cries of mercy. “To think that I bought this for you too!”

“You haven’t even shown it to me yet!” you complain, unable to pout on account to his fingers, still pulling your cheeks apart. “You left me in the dark!”

Sanemi grunted, letting go of your cheeks, his purple eyes darkening and narrowing as he slammed a hand over your eyes and twisted you around in a swift movement. You resisted the small gasp hanging at the tip of your tongue when you felt his broad chest pressing into your back, and he moved forward, commanding you to move without a word. 

“Is this when you confess you’ve been a demon this entire time and trap my soul into Hell with all your other sexy wives?”

“Would you shut up?!”

Sanemi’s hand tore away from your eyes, and even though you were ready to argue with him just to hear the flaring annoyance on his tongue, you stilled when you saw your reflection perfectly. This had to be a mirror, an invention made in the west a few years ago, and finally, it was here. You weren’t oblivious to the fact that you were smaller than Sanemi, but the mirror made that difference alarmingly apparent. 

“I told you I wanted you to be able to look at yourself as I fucked you,” Sanemi whispered against your neck, breaking your attention away from its transfixion on the precise observation you finally had on yourself. “Turns out Tokyo got some imported, and I had to go get one myself.”

“Sanemi,” you whimpered, the canines of his teeth dragging against the tender flesh of your neck that was exposed from your kimono. Your eyes took in the sight of how his eyes stared at your face through the mirror's reflection, they were dark, murkier like this, and when his teeth slowly sank into your flesh, a ripple of pleasure and pain bubbling against your skin, you moaned. 

“Look at yourself,” Sanemi purred, his arms circling around your waist, and you felt him slowly beginning to undo the fastenings and fabrics of your kimono. “I need you to understand just how crazy you make me feel when I touch you, when I fuck you.”

The words were hot cinders in your lower stomach, festering and twisting in its warmth as his words buzzed in your ears. Your eyes dragged over to your reflection, and you could feel the beginning steam come out of your ears at the sight of yourself. Your eyes were lidded, perfectly hooded to give off the obvious desire that was growing in your body, your lips swelling with how your teeth tore into them, stopping the small moans that went unheard, and the flush that radiated off your features and glowed in your eyes.

It was a sight that you had never expected to see, and the pure unadulterated lust radiating off your features embarrassed you. The embarrassment only seemed to grow more as the kimono slipped from your shoulder, exposing more of your tender flesh for Sanemi’s mouth and teeth to mark, and your head dipped backward at the lewd scene.

“Look at you, angel,” Sanemi smirked against your skin, his eyes glinting dangerously even though the reflection as you weakly, just barely managed to return your gaze onto your review. You looked even more wrecked as the kimono dropped to the floor, the white undergarments you wore making you look saintly in the reflection and warm light of the streaming sun. “So beautiful, so perfect, and all mine.”

Your fingers fisted into the pants of his uniform. Your knees feeling weak with the possessiveness that came with his words. Unsure as to what to do, all the embarrassment and shamelessness in the world dancing like falling leaves as you pondered what you could do. Usually, you would move with him against him. You didn’t exactly fall into a pillow princess category, but feeling the intensity of his gaze through a mirror, and the way that your body behaved exactly as he had always claimed it had, made your head spin.

You gasped loudly when his hips rutted slowly against your ass, his scarred hands continuing to undress you more, each fabric of clothing that separated your naked body from the mirror disappearing until you were completely nude. And you mewled.

“Look at yourself, angel,” Sanemi laughed against the shell of your ear, his head now against yours, keeping you from even attempting to look away. His large, rough hands glided across your much softer skinned body, watching as his fingers rolled your nipples between his fingers, massaging your tender flesh in his hands. 

You saw the way your head dipped backward as you moaned, your eyes fluttering as you did so. Undoubtedly, both of you painted an erotic scene, but it was something you hadn’t ever expected to be confirmed. “You look so beautiful moaning against my touch; I wonder if you’ll like the way your face scrunches up when I fuck your pretty little pussy, or even when I touch it.”

Slight fear shot through your nerves as suddenly, Sanemi dropped to the floor, taking you with him. No pain went through your body as he made impact with the floor. You figured out why immediately, your ass was against his hard crotch, his clothed outer thighs pressing against your naked inner thighs, and you made sight with the mirror and keened at the picture of your spread slick pussy. 

Sanemi shifted behind you, and although you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from how your cunt glistened in the light, you shook when you saw his bare arms, felt his bare chest against your back. 

“You drive me utterly fucking insane,” Sanemi growled hotly against your ear, crotch grinding up into your ass, and you pathetically looked at your flushed face as you ground back downwards onto him in return. A slow groaned out moan resonated from his mouth, and you shivered and gasped at the noise, your cunt clenching at nothing as Sanemi positioned your arms as he wanted them to be. Clutched into his hair, absolutely revealing your naked body to the mirror, denying you no salacious angle of your body. “I want you to watch me make you feel good, angel. Don’t look away, promise?”

“I p-promise,” you stammer, the slight glint of his eye that you can still see, making your toes curl.

And he began.

Sanemi’s finger slowly traced down your knees, the heat from his flesh nearly burning as you tremble in his hold. Your instincts fight whether to look at him from the mirror or normally. 

You keep your eyes onto the mirror. “Good job, you’re doing such a good job,” Sanemi voices, his fingers becoming feather-soft strokes against the inside of your legs that make you arch against his chest. a sharp inhale was what he was rewarded with as his fingers make small circles centimeters from where you crave him most. “I haven’t seen you react this intensely in so long. Is it because you’re watching your pretty face enjoy the praise?”

Unsure what to say, your head nods rapidly, your tongue falling dead in your mouth when his left-hand drags up your abdomen, scratching the underneath of your breasts until you can shake no more. “SANEMI!” you shriek, unable to take the teasing touches and watching your embarrassingly turned on face anymore. “SOMETHING! DO SOMETHING! ANYTHING, PLEASE!”

“Aw, you cracked so fast,” he chuckles against your ear, and you melt into a euphoric victory when his thick, rough fingers plunge into your cunt.

Immediately, your hips snap up to greet him, your body shifting in quick, fast snaps as you watch your soaked cunt fuck against his fingers, desperately, greedily taking him in more and more. The sight of his fingers disappearing into your cunt through the mirror, the way your teeth tore into your lips to keep your singing praises at a minimum, and how you could feel and swear you could see the heat pounding from your body take shape through the mirror.

You had never felt this tight yet undone. Your lust hazed eyes shifting from your almost too lewd facial expressions to the way Sanemi jaw flexed with his growled endless praises, to how your cunt greedily sucked him in, further and further until the pounding of your heart couldn’t even drown out the wet, squelching of your cunt.

“Fuck!” Sanemi cursed, his hips grinding further, harder into your ass, and you keened at the massive hard length that poked into your back. “Look at you, you’re so fucking hot, angel. So needy, so fucking greedy for everything that I’m giving you.”

“I want m-more!” you sob, your body hyper-aware of how fast his curled fingers were pounding into you. You craved the way his battle-scarred fingers dragged against your puffy inner walls, hips bucking so his fingers would drag against the spongy divots, sending your mind spiraling and your jaw falling in your wordless beg for more. You understood why Sanemi craved you like this, why he insisted you needed to see the way you looked when he fucked you because as the hand that was kneading and pulling on your breasts and nipples shot down to make sure your trembling thighs didn’t smash together in your building climax. How he continued to press sloppy, wet, hot, and bitten kisses against your neck, you were a perverts fantasy. “M-More ‘nemi, please give me more!” you practically wailed.

“You gonna cum around my fingers, angel?”

“I needa cum, I wanna cum!”

“I want you to cum around my fingers, look at yourself for me when you do,” Sanemi commanded, and you, in your lust-driven mindset, agreed. Your eyes were looking on your lewd face, and everything crumbled when the growing clenches of your cunt became a tight vice grip.

But the heated pressure between your legs had been festering for too long, the included visuals that sent your brain into putty had you cumming around his fingers, your hips bucking wildly, barbarically against his still conquesting fingers. “Yes, yes yesyesyeysyes, that was so good… your fingers are so good,” you babbled, your eyes crossing, unable to look at yourself anymore. The elation of the orgasm flooding your mind and muscles. But you hadn’t been fucking the man who could pound you for multiple rounds without tiring without picking up a thing or two. 

Twisting around your lips that were swollen from your biting and smooth with your saliva crashed against his. Sanemi didn’t resist your kiss, his lips crashing and moving without any hesitation against yours. You moaned when his fingers left your heat, and you slipped your tongue into his mouth as you ground your ass against his still throbbing hard-on. “I want your cock still, ‘nemi. I want you to fuck me with your cock, please fuck me.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, okay!” Sanemi snarled, and his thighs slammed shut. 

You crawled off his lap, watching as the slick stained spot on his uniform glistened in the light. Frowning, not wanting to disturb him, you couldn't help but lick against the wet area, voice moaning deeply at the musky, sweet scent of your slick against the fabric.

“Y/n!” Sanemi weakly got out, his hips instinctively bucking towards your lapping tongue. 

You worked with him to get his uniform off his hips, your body not waiting for him to undress entirely before your mouth enveloped his thick veiny cock. The salty pre-cum invaded your senses, your tongue lapping up the underside of his cock before your mouth took in his swollen red head. You hollowed out your cheeks as you sucked his cockhead, your tongue swiping and moving at his leaking slit as Sanemi cursed the heavens for you, his hands grabbing onto your head and pulling you off him right when that shivering twitch of his cock pressed to your tongue.

Gasping, you looked at Sanemi’s nearly black eyes, disappointment heavy on your features.

“‘Nemi—” you pout, but Sanemi doesn’t let you finish.

You’re back almost straddling his waist, your back flush against his chest. He holds a strong, sturdy hand against your waist, keeping your waiting, wet cunt from lowering onto his hard cock. Your feet on the mats feel weak as you try to hold your weight above him, but when his teeth sink into the back of your neck, a spot that makes your body collapse without reason, you garble a scream when his cock sheathes completely within you.

Heavy, hot pants escape both of your mouths as you’re completely seated on his cock, the nearly inhumane girth of his cock making you dizzy at the surprise entrance. But you were much, much more fascinated with the way your pretty little pussy was stretched out so wide for his cock. He was buried in you, and even though it didn’t hurt to have him in you. The reflection showed how your lips pulled and stretched to fit him in, the small bulge of his cock in you was seen, and you cried in ecstasy.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” you begged, hips long gone from obeying any command Sanemi could try to give you as you fucked yourself against his length. “God, your cock is so good, ‘nemi! You look so good filling out my pretty fucking pussy!”

That is what makes Sanemi lose it, his hands that rest on your hips tightening with a bruising grip as he begins slamming into you. The wet noises of his cock entering and exiting of your sloppy, wet cunt at an even faster speed in which you were fucking him make your nails dig into his thighs, your eyes crossing, breathes hot and heavy. 

Twisting, curling pleasure thrums deep within your womb, tightening and warming with each successive thrust that sends Sanemi’s cock rubbing against your inner velvet walls. You cry his name, eyes dazed and dripping with want and need as you watch the slicked shine of his cock pounding into your without mercy. 

“You’re so fucking tight like this, angel, so fucking hot. You like the way you look like when I fuck you, huh, look at how godly you appear,” he snaps, his arms hugging your hips, his thrusting becoming short, deep, fierce snaps. 

You can’t look at yourself anymore, the heat of the sex and the electric pleasure that rides with every lick of his cock against your cervix, sending your hot, wet lips in search of his. Sanemi meets you halfway, open mouth moans and groans being exchanged between your open mouths as your tongues intermixed and pressed sinfully against each other. The noises that leave your wet sexes only fuel the raging fire in your cunt that has reignited to a hire flame than before.

“Cum in me,” you find yourself begging against his lips. “Please cum in me, don’t pull out, ‘nemi, please don’t pull out.”

“Fuck, fuck, you sure?” Sanemi grunted, his body heaving you both forward so that you were on your knees, and he was absolutely wrecking you from behind.

“Yes!” you affirm over and over again. your mind high off of him and how you looked in the mirror. “I want you in me, all of you in me!”

He let out a guttural whine, a sound that had you shaking beneath him and screaming when the coil in your cunt finally snapped.

Another orgasm crashed through you, and your spinning high echoed in your ears and curled your toes as you whimpered Sanemi’s name. With the sound of his hips slapping against your ass, and with his teeth burying into the nape of your neck, you felt the hot, liquid ropes burst from his cock, filling you up. The both of you remained there, panting as your sweat and slick covered bodies collapsed to the floor. 

“So…” he gasped, collapsing onto the mat beside you, pulling you into his chest so that you could rest against his scarred chest. “Did you like the mirror?”

“...I guess,” you antagonize, grinning when he frowns. “It was hot; you make me look hot.”

Sanemi snorted, his lips pressing to your sweat-covered forehead.

“I don’t do shit; that’s how you are.”

You chuckled, warm grogginess settling under your skin as you merely hum in agreement.

“The Hashira meeting is tomorrow, so I’ll be gone for two days,” Sanemi murmurs, reminding you of the dreaded two days alone. It wasn’t as if you had forgotten; you never do.

“Think anything interesting will happen?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary, hopefully.”

You giggle, snuggling in closer to his chest. Yeah, hopefully.

#sanemi x reader #sanemi smut #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #kny #kny x reader #bbs kinktober 2020

[honeyhenry]

Sweet as Pie

With some much needed time off, and excitement crisp in the air, you had flown over to Jersey with your husband Henry for Christmas to stay with his family, and they had been delighted to have you both back on his homeland. You settled in to Henry’s old room, unpacking all of the gifts you had brought for his family. You knew his nieces and nephews were going to love you even more when they saw what would be lying for them under the grand Christmas tree in the living room. Secretly, you were their favourite - not that they’d ever tell their poor Uncle Henry.

The large home is tidy, but scattered with family members in every room, all feeling at home in the place where Henry and his brothers grew up. You’d been able to catch up with the relatives you didn’t often see, and promise to spend some quality time together over the holidays.

It was so sweet to watch all the children’s faces light up on Christmas morning. You were glad that you and Henry could be spared an extra few moments in bed, being the only childless couple in the house. Yet moments later, Kal had leapt onto the bed - much to Henry’s annoyance; “down Kal, careful now” -  as soon as he had heard the pattering of his small friends’ feet out in the hallways. And what Kal wanted, you usually gave him.

Which is why, at 6.45am, Kal dragged you and in turn, dragged Henry down to the living room where the rest of the family sat, with the kids lit up like the Christmas tree that their plethora of presents laid under, grinning to their bleary eyed parents who’d barely had a wink of sleep on the cold winter morning.

“You’d think after 6 years it gets easier” you’d heard someone murmur, and so you’d decided to put the kettle on for those poor souls. Luckily for you, 45 minutes later, you’re able to snuggle back into bed with Henry, warming your feet on his legs to annoy him. You kiss the offended pout right off his face, before feeling his beefy arms wrap around your waist. It’s the last thing you had recalled, as you dozed off in his arms only seconds later, feeling his fingertips rub against your hip softly.

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The kitchen was bustling with about 10 bodies all completing their various tasks; cooking, washing, baking, roasting, timing and tasting. Well, you had kicked your husband out of the kitchen for sneaking a taste of your dessert before it was ready, chastising him out of the door. 

“You can either help properly or go and play with your siblings” you had bargained while he’d grinned, leaning against the doorframe. He raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down like you were a pastry he was keen to ravish himself; “But who is going to compliment the chef?”

With that, you’d folded your arms across your chest, blushing at his words. The cheek of that man was not lost on you, and it still got you every single time. 

And you loved him for it.

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The meal was a total success. A wonderful soup starter, followed by a small appetiser, and then the most magnificent turkey. Feeding over 20 people - now probably closer to 30 if you were to include the children who were growing up so quickly in front of your eyes - had proven to be difficult, but it was a challenge the family had clearly tackled before.

You had been so excited to prepare the desserts, and present your dish. However, halfway through the day, somewhere between the main course, watching your nephews with their new toys, and the dessert course of the delicious homemade Christmas feast, you’d fallen asleep on the sofa completely tuckered out. Your legs rested on Henry’s lap as he’d covered you with a hand-knitted blanket that he’d once slept with as a boy. Henry’s mother speaks up, careful not to wake you. She has a gleam in her eye, not that you or even Henry notice, too wrapped up in your own cozy sleepy bubble together by the fire.

“Dessert can wait” his mother says to the gaggle of children and adults swarming the living room, “go out and get some fresh air.”

She turns to the children, specifically.  “Do not disturb your Aunt, okay?”

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Your cheeks are warm as the fire heats the living room, and after a particularly competitive game of rugby with his brothers, nieces, and nephews, Henry quietly checks on you. He had left the room earlier when you had shifted your legs slightly, taking the opportunity to get some fresh air himself. It had indeed been a long day. His brothers had questioned your tiredness briefly, making sure you were well. With the knowledge that you were simply sleepy, they had begun to joke that you obviously just couldn’t keep up with the rest of the Cavills - despite having married into the family for 2 years and been around for the holidays for 4. Henry had promised them that you were fine -  that you still weren’t used to the long trip back to the island for the holidays. 

Not exactly a fib, he’d thought.

Kal was laid beside you, loyal as ever, watching out for anyone who may disturb your rest, sending a rumbling growl towards anyone who approached. Except Henry. 

While checking on you now to make sure you were still comfortable and resting well, he smiled, taking a picture of you wrapped up cosily by the fire, at peace in his childhood home, completely at rest and ease with him and his closest relatives. Petting Kal softly, he thanks him for looking after his mama so well.

“So?”

His mother, he hears. She’s alone for once as there was no one rushing to check for updates on food, no enquiries about the house, or any funny stories woven into a ten minute tale from her grandchildren. She’s alone, with her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised.

Henry stands up straight. There’s nothing that can wipe the tremendously cheesy grin off of his face. He can’t even speak. Even after dessert had finished, you were the one who would be doing all the talking, the telling, the explaining.

“Mum-”

“Henry. She’s not ill. and i know you’re sensible enough to not be up the whole night with your wife...at least under my roof. So…?”

He looks over at your peaceful form, and then scratches his neck, blushing at being caught out, but also ecstatic that he can finally say something about it.

“She’s eleven weeks. We’re expecting a baby next summer”

With that, his mother almost leaps with joy over to her son, who she hugs closely despite the obvious height barrier. 

“Oh i knew it, I knew it! I’m so happy for you Henry, for you both. I thought, ‘She normally loves that bread for starter’, hm? Oh my boy! A father!”

With her proclamation, Henry finds that he has tears in his eyes as he holds his Mother close, finally glad that it’s not just a little secret between the two of you - well, the two of you and Kal, who had already been a stellar protector and big brother.

“We had planned to tell everyone after dessert…we’ve known for nearly 2 months and it’s been killing me that I couldn’t say. We’ve had to be so careful-“ 

“Henry?” he hears your quiet voice from across the room, as Kal’s collar jingles. He turns to see you sitting up from your nap with Kal booping his nose at your stomach. You’re scratching at his head, thanking him for being such a wonderful boy, while looking up at the two Cavills.

It takes less than a second for you to realise what is happening in front of you. Your jaw drops and louder than your previous call, you exclaim, “Henry you told her?”

“She worked it out! Practically forced it out of me.” he grins, holding his hands up as his Mother pretends to smack his arm.

You stand, watching not to step on Kal or any stray Legos that your nephews have left strewn across the floor, and walk over to hug her. She’s been so caring and kind since you’ve joined the family all those years ago, and you know that she will be an incredible Grandma to your little one. 

Breaking apart from the hug, you find Henry pulling you to him carefully, letting you melt into his side. Kissing your forehead he asks, for your ears only, “Good sleep? No pains? Sickness?” He has a small crease of worry between his brows and you always do your best to soften that small tense area with regular updates and sweet kisses.

“Yeah i’m okay honey” you reassure him, patting your stomach, “this ones growing up a storm in there”. 

And they really are. Henry’s mother cannot believe she’s seeing it, and mostly can’t believe she missed it. You’re already showing, but a large loose sweater -probably one of Henry’s old ones that has since become yours - over your dress, has hidden a sizeable roundness to your stomach that you were excited to finally show.

“How did I miss this!” Your mother-in-law gasps, causing you to grin, and Henry’s chest to puff with utter pride and excitement.

“I know it’s bordering on having too much to eat, but we’ve been hiding it for a couple weeks now. Doctor thinks that baby’s gonna be big. Just like their daddy.” You explain, giving your stomach another gentle rub, surprised to find Henry’s hand there on it already.

If you’d thought Kal was protective, Henry was another thing altogether.

He’s still grinning as you kiss him, before you pull away to speak more to his mother about all the details, especially when you’ll be coming over to Jersey again. Kai follows you closely, making sure you’re staying safe. He’s known that there’s something up with his mama, there has been for weeks, especially with the way his master looks after you now.

Henry, deciding to be sneaky while the two women in his life are currently distracted chatting, takes another taste of the dessert you made, now set out on the kitchen. The worst part is, he thinks he’s got away with it.

He realises he doesn’t the second you smack his hand from the dessert.

“Strike two Mr Cavill! Step away from the pie.”

“And if I don’t?” he raises an eyebrow, watching your reactions as you hold a butter knife in your hand trying to look at least vaguely threatening - failing miserably. “Maybe i’ll strike out tonight, hm?” he continues with that wonderfully mischievous glint in his eye, taking cautious steps towards you. “You look even sweeter than your pie with this little bump here. Maybe I’ll have a taste later after all.” 

Henry’s mother had not been right in her assumptions, for under her roof, you and Henry were not sensible at all.

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please let me know what u think! i am v nervous to post but excited!!!

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill writing #henry cavill #henry cavill characters #henry fic #cavillry #henry cavill fluff

[bungalobingus]

NEO: The World Ends With You niche guide: How to get Shibuya Scramble rewards when you're 40 levels too powerful

Wow, I haven't used this thing in ages! Considering I spent well over....too many hours... trying to get through the scramble AGAIN after having already almost beaten the game, I felt an overwhelming urge to write SOMETHING that someone else may use to alleviate their pain. and I also wanted to relay my experience somehow. call me a narcissist.

Here's how to maximize your Shibuya Scramble earnings when you can kill every Noises wave in 3 seconds:

IMPORTANT TO NOTE: This guide requires that you are FINISHED with week 3 day 4 (i.e. have started week 3 day 5 at least). It also requires that you have the chain extender, multi-pin equip, and noise magnet friendship perks purchased (at this point why WOULDN'T you, if you can't afford them then you should consider backtracking and doing some side quests instead. or spending lots of money at ConyxCony. or both.) Having as many extra Uber pin equips as you can is always a bonus but not necessarily required here.

THE BASICS Let's go over some important Shibuya Scramble facts, shall we? Who knows, just knowing these may give you the edge you didn't know you were missing.

-CHAIN CHAIN CHAIN! You can ONLY get SP if your current fight is linked with at least one orange noise or area boss. However, if your chain IS linked with only one of these, EVERY SINGLE REDUCTION will net you SP. meaning that in some areas, you can grind your way through a 16 chain and get SP for every encounter, rather than just for one. This is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT and pretty much the only way you're gonna get even the bottom rewards.

-Drop the Beat. SP are granted based on your current number of Beatdrop combos. It takes exactly 10 combos in a single battle to get the maximum amount of SP for that fight, which can be hard to do if you go in guns blazing at level 70, like I tried to do on my first re-attempt. You HAVE to reach this 5.0x combo in almost every reduction for maximum efficiency, but its a lot easier than it sounds with this strategy.

-Addendum: Drop the Drop Rates (derogatory). Contrary to what you may think (and what I definitely thought), SP are IN NO WAY affected by your current drop rate. having a 10.0x drop rate will net you the same SP as a 570.0x drop rate (which I have achieved. silly me.) so don.t focus too hard on grabbing that Rare Noise, min-maxing your threads, or anything like that. SP is for quantity of battles, not quality.

-The Bonus enemy comes LAST. Every reduction (if done correctly) will have a random Noise assigned "BONUS 3.0x" above its head. Now, I admit I am no expert, but typically if you kill this enemy dead last you can net up to 2000 points in one hit, depending on the enemy. Really helpful considering you need 400,000 of em.

-Chained too early? No shame in running! Unlike the first installment of the series, your party members will NOT (heavily) berate you for abandoning a battle. If you end up chaining multiple noise without an orange noise or encounter, just spare yourself some time and run from the battle: all the noise you chained will go back to their original positions and you can try again.

-Leave the area and the Noise shall return. This one's also extremely important, but if you've done the first Shibuya Scramble to completion, or if you just were really in the mood for grinding all the Noise in one area, you know this by now. If you so happen to chain all Noise that regularly appear in an area, you can simply walk in and out and they'll all be back. A handy trick for netting SP!

THE STRATEGY With those tidbits out of the way, lets get into what I used for this daunting task. Keep in mind you MUST be past my specified day because Things Happen that allow such a setup. This strategy got me the 400k points before I even finished wiping the Purehearts and before I even touched the Variabeauties.

-The Pins: --Time is Relative* (ZR Beatdrop creator, low damage) --Clawed Guardian* (Reckless healing) --Firestorm --Glacial Getaway (airborne) --Nighty-Night Beam --What A Wicked Game (Y Beatdrop creator, mid/high damage) *uber pins

(all of these are likely interchangeable with a similar psych or power level, don't worry if you didnt buy that cavallero pin because it was too expensive)

My never-fail strat with these pins is simply to button mash. Hold all the triggers (except L if thats your heal trigger) forever, only letting go of Glacial Getaway when its fully charged, and then mash Y even if both pins are drained. You'll get a good amount of Beatdrop combos in the first 10 seconds of battle, and the enemy likely will not have died since these pins are so weak. This is actually how I've gotten through 98% of the game, so there may be a better way, but I don't care. That's basically it, just use this setup and follow the basics and you'll guaranteed reach 400,000 eventually. However, DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, PRESS A. Using your killer remix will not do you any favors, as it does not create any Beatdrop combos and will absolutely clean house. Unless you can perfectly time getting a 100% or 200% no-affinity remix, just refrain from it altogether.

THE NOTES I've compiled some of my personal experiences into some helpful tidbits if you want that extra edge. These aren't necessarily game changers, but I think they're useful and this is MY fake IGN walkthrough so I'll do what I want.

-YOU WILL NOT DIE. If you're as far as I've specified, and if you're anything like me, you are WAY overprepared for this task. There is no way anything could possibly kill you unless you stood stone still, and even then, that's what the heal pin is for (btw those regenerate every reduction, very handy). Take chances, make mistakes, get messy!

-Addendum: Sacrifice your friends. So you won't die. It's almost impossible. Previously, when you COULD die to the wolves or the birds or the bears, the UG was a lot more dangerous. But now you won't. My point is, if Fret or Rindo gets manhandled by an enemy you really don't wanna deal with right now (i.e. the bonus enemy), just leave them to their own devices and target another enemy. They'll get out eventually, or you'll kill everything else while they lay there writhing under the claws of 1, no, 2, wolves that you just let slip by. Fret and Rindo will understand. They would do the same.

-Accidentally killed the Bonus early? It's ok, I forgive you. A lot of the enemies on this specific day are paired with the weaker week 1 versions of them, which at this point can be easily muted even with the basest of pins. If your bonus happens to be the beginner level enemy and it happens to die via splash damage from your other pins, that's okay. This strategy when played out has a LOT of wiggle room, so don't get worried about it.

-Pufferfish are your friend. Yes, they explode, and yes they are a hassle. But in Shibuya Scramble they are a veritable FARM for SP, since SP is given out based on Beatdrops and attacks rather than actual damage dealt. There's a window between actually getting the pufferfish's health to 0 and it exploding, so exploit that by just whaling on it for easy SP.

-Recognize the combo potential of each enemy. The weak enemies aren't especially good for building combo, but they're easy to dispatch when the time is right. Tankier enemies are great combo builders, but many of them can immobilize your team or straight up ignore the Airborne effect if they're mid-attack (or if they're penguins and just don't feel like it, I guess). Knowing how best to go about getting that 5.0 and eliminating the bonus last is key to maximizing SP. (btw pro tip, on this day the tanky enemies are yellow while the wimpy enemies are grayish)

-Oh, jellyfish are also your friend. Stuck at a frustrating 4.2 while the bonus enemy is there taunting you? Wait around for a jellyfish Noise to duplicate itself! These duplicates have significantly less health, but they can withstand the 2 or 3 Beatdrops you may need before fighting the spawner. Easy picking's.

-Keep your goal in mind. Every Shibuya Scramble has a different point requirement, and by this point you've already done at least 3 separate ones, and maybe repeated a couple for this same reason. remember, you need 400,000 points for the maximum prize. You'll get there!

-Most importantly, TAKE BREAKS! I cannot stress this enough. This took me HOURS to do, even when I had the strat down (at the time of writing this its 5am: I started at 5pm, took a 4 hour break at 7pm, then resumed until I beat it at this point). Your fingers WILL cramp, you WILL get hungry AND bored, and at that point just put the controller down for a little while and do something else. Remember, The World Ends With You, not Without: the game will still be there waiting for when you come back. :)

#neo the world ends with you #neo twewy #the world ends with you #twewy #fret neo twewy #rindo kanade #game guide #strategy guide #sorry if this helps exactly 0 people but i had to compile this info myself #since ign assumes everyone is rational and maintains the game's level curve

[starshipsofstarlord]

Single ladies

stephen strange x reader / masterlist

summary; you and wong get tickets to your favourite singer, and drag the sorcerer supreme along for the concert / warnings; bad humour, it was a random idea that just came to me, brief mention of imprisonment, swearing, hinting at sex,

“A Hunk of Hulk of Burning Fudge please.” You smiled at the woman behind the booth, splaying change upon the counter, as you watched her scoop the delicacy into a small and travel safe pot, oozing the green ice cream with a caramel like sauce. “Thank you.”

“You order the same thing every time that we come here.” Stephen rolled his eyes lightly, quirking one of thin brows at you. Rather than denying it, for you both knew that fact was true, you simply shrugged, putting a portion of the avengers flavoured desert into your mouth, with the plastic spoon that accompanied your purchase.

“I am consistent. I think that’s what you were trying to say, and I don’t think you should complain considering my regular pattern of things keeps you... motivated.” Your gaze sternly drifted down to his crotch as you raised your forehead suggestively at the covered body part, sending the message directly to the sorcerer.

“Yes, that is what keeps me motivated. Surely not the need to protect our reality from negative forces that could cause it to plunder into a catastrophe.” In reply, you hummed, a smirk ridden on your face, before your phone beeped. “Who is it?”

“Wong, he’s pissed that we went to get ice cream without him.” Was your answer, as you drifted your gaze over to the counter as you prevailed in thought. “I better get him something, otherwise this weekend is gonna feel like an imprisonment from Surtur. And trust me, I am well versed with what that situation is like.”

“What is happening this weekend?” He asked bluntly, as though he felt left out on some big plot. A grand, rather intoxicating smile danced upon your face, almost cracking the surface like a piece of glass wear.

“We’re going to see Beyoncé!” It practically left you as a scream, your excitement clearly having got the better of you. As passersby walked past, you waved lightly at them, delivering them an embarrassed apology, before attaining your attention back onto Strange. “We have a spare ticket, my friend Darcy kinda pulled out, something about her friend Erik going bonkers again, but... you could come?”

“Me?” He had to repeat the offer, pointing at his chest where the eye of agamotto was hidden beneath his casual attire. It was no secret that you and Wong practically praised the earth for birthing such a beloved icon of the modern age; in fact it was him whom had introduced the singer to both you and Wong.

The pair of you didn’t get that reference, until the two of you delved into some coordinated research online. A part of him regretted ever making a reference about her, since the pair of you were practically obsessed. He was not sure that he’d survive a concert with the two of you, nor that the two of you would live through the performance, it was a rather mundane occurrence for the pair of you.

“No, of course not. I’ll just go and invite the other Stephen Strange; he wouldn’t dare say no to one of my... offers.” You smiled deviously, shovelling more of the fudge flavoured treat, sucking seductively on the cheaply made utensil, batting your eyelashes up at your master.

“Fine.” Stephen sighed, causing you to sigh, and pat the man on the shoulder. He rolled his head back, as he thought of the possible disaster his inclination to say yes would be.

“I knew you’d come around Stephie.” You spoke, handing him the pot of your slowly melting ice cream, pausing a finger upwards in the air, as you began to trail backwards. “Imma get Wong one of those, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“If i was a boy, even just for a day!” At the pitch that you wailed, Stephen winced. Wong was driving, and he was in the passengers seat, he had quite the suspicion that it was indeed not a bottle of water that you had brought along to the show. “Hey, I was listening to that!” You yelled, your voice being targeted at the driver as he fiddled with the track.

“I’m surprised you could hear that over your American Idol audition.” Stephen spoke, watching as your face crinkled, and the song of Wong’s choice had began to play. The sorcerer admittedly had quite a decent time accompanying the two of you, there were no days off with the tasks that you were given the responsibility to protect. Though, there had been a way around that worked out, and thus here the trio of you were, on the way back home.

The beginning of the song Single Ladies bustled from the CD player, and Wong inherently turned it up, watching amusedly as you pouted through the rear view, and crossed your arms. “If you don’t stop insulting me, then you will be a single lady Strange. I can find someone else to put a ring on it.”

“What was that?” He lightly smirked, turning in his seat to face you, as your skin crawled with the remarks of embarrassment. “Did you just admit that you want to marry me?” The man teased, watching as you shook your head, denying his claims that he had clearly heard.

“Nope.” The word popped from your mouth, as you leant against the restraint of your seat belt. “I don’t trust you with purchasing jewellery, you can barely keep track of the items that you wear.”

“I wear the eye of adamotto, the ancient one entrusted me with it. I- where the fuck is it?” His hands raked his chest, scratching the surface of skin below his shirt to find the item. It was gone. One of the most powerful weapons in the universe was lost, and worst of all, at a concert for normal people.

If one of them were to find it, they’d either think it nothing more than garbage, or a sick statement piece that they would brag about to their friends. Or worst of all, they would sell it, for less than it was even worth, since it was priceless, and some big bad would discover it on the shelf on an antique store.

“Language.” Wong muttered as he slipped his gaze only momentarily to the man sat beside him. His face remained void of emotion, but his eyes told another story. He was conflicted whether he wanted to shout at the sorcerer, or try his hardest to remain calm.

“You have to turn back!” The qualified doctor exclaimed, and all of a sudden, Wong performed a U turn, steering in the direction that you all had just come from. “Are you trying to kill us?!” The images of his own accident flashed through his mind, that fault of his own had ended him here, in a flurry of panic.

“If Beyoncé is wearing the eye around her neck, we are forcing her to use it as the cover for her next album. We’ll take some pictures, and then take it.” Wong stated, watching essentially as the man beside him began to bicker, his eyes wide and shocked by Wong’s priorities.

They were supposed to protect the reality, not shape it to their own whim. As they snapped at one another, you felt succumbed by the alcohol that you had subtly consumed, raising your hand to your chest, feeling a chain and a large, sideways diamond shaped pendant against your chest, below the material of your clothing.

Thinking nothing of it, you shut your eyes, and fell into a sleep slumber. Least to say, when you finally awoke with a raging hangover, after they had searched the extents of the stadium, neither of the men were impressed when they saw a familiar shape pressing through your top, mocking them as they established their fury.

“A part of me wishes Beyoncé had worn it.” Wong sulked, as Stephen went to remove the piece from you, but decided otherwise. If anyone could protect the artefact better than himself, it was a very pissed off and hungover you.

#stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #stephen strange imagine #Stephen strange oneshot #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange x you #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange ff #benedict cumberbatch x reader #marvel x reader #marvel crack fic #marvel x reader crack #mcu x you #mcu x y/n #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #mcu oneshot #mcu fluff #mcu ff #mcu fanfiction #mcu fic #marvel female reader insert #marvel reader insert #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #imagines #imagine #xreader #marvel x y/n

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Fresh Blood, Old Scars Part 1

You'd disappeared 15 years ago without a trace- what's Yancy supposed to do when you walk into Happy Trails Penitentiary and don't recognize him, because he's transitioned? canon compliant trans!yancy/reader

Reader: he/him trans man, no physical description

Rating: T

Warnings: mentions of violence, canonical and parental. deadnaming and misgendering before either of you came out (none by anyone who knows the correct name/pronouns)

Word Count: 2,690

“Hey Yancy, I heard there’s fresh blood comin’ in today for some sorta museum heist.”

“Oh? Know anything else about these guys, so we can give ‘em a proper welcome, Bambam?”

“I know some. The first guy, Mark Iplier, claimed to have been in charge of the whole thing, but from what my sources said, it’s the partner that ran the show- just real quiet-like. I’ve been told that he don’t say a word.”

“Got a name for this, uh, silent partner?” He chuckled at his joke.

“Y/N L/N.” Yancy’s stomach dropped the way it always did when he heard that last name, your last name. Get your shit together. Wrong first name, and Bambam said he and his. Bambam don’t use pronouns other than they/them unless they’re sure. It’s just some guy with the same last name.

“Yance, you okay?” Tiny waved his hand in front of Yancy’s face.

“Yeah, yeah, just, uh, thinkin about how best to greet dese guys. The usual, wit Don’t Wanna Be Free ready just in case?”

“Right off the bat? You really think they’re that high of a flight risk?” Sparkles finally spoke up.

“I, uh, I don’t trust dem silent-types. They’s always schemin’, got somethin goin ahn in their heads.” And if he's anything like- yeah. Gone before you know it.

“Okay, if you say so. I’ll go let the others know.” Yancy didn’t even register who was speaking; he was too lost in memories.

- 15 years earlier-

Yancy knew it wasn’t cool to be excited for the first day of school when you’re a senior in high school, but he didn’t care. He didn’t need or even want to be cool- all he needed was to be your friend. Well, maybe not just friend. You’d been gone for almost the entire summer, and he’d spent the whole time figuring out how to both ask you out and tell you that he’s a guy.

He practically skipped across the street to your house so you can walk to school together, like you had every day since middle school. He knocked- nothing. Rang the doorbell- still nothing. He checked the back door and the spots where you had hidden spare keys over the years- nothing. All the curtains were drawn, too, so he couldn’t see inside. He kept trying as long as he possibly could before he had to sprint to make it to class just barely in time. All day, he kept an eye on the door, waiting for you- the two of you made sure to sign up for the exact same schedule before you went on your vacation. At lunch, he went to the office to see what he could find out.

“Y/DN isn’t a student here anymore- Mr L/N just told us last week.”

“What? Do you know where they went?”

“I’m sorry, hon, I don’t. All I know is that Y/DN is no longer a student here.”

He’d never ditched a class in his life, but that was the last thing on his mind as he ran home, crying. He didn’t stop crying for weeks.

-Present -

He’d never wanted to be wrong more in his life, but there you were. Looking better than he’d ever dreamed, following Mark around silently as he blabbered on about wanting to rally the other inmates to try to break out. No. I lost you once, and it cost me everything. I’m not about to lose you again. He quickly spread the word to skip pleasantries with the new guys and prepare for the song. As he was, you made eye contact with him from across the room. His heart dropped; you didn’t recognize him. You looked right through him, with the same calculating expression you gave everyone else. Of course he wasn’t gonna recognize you, dumbass. You’ve been on hormones for years and have had top surgery. Usually Yancy loved that he couldn’t see anything of the person he used to be in the mirror, but today he hated it more than anything in the world. Stick to the plan, Yance. He doesn’t recognize me, but it might be better this way. This way, I can get him to stay and get to know me as I am now, and he won’t be disappointed that I haven’t become anything like what we dreamed of so long ago.

Yancy couldn’t have planned it better, Mark practically begging Jimmy to punch him through the wall right before the show started, leaving you alone.

The number went great, as always, but then you showed him a picture of your parents. He knew that picture; you took it when the four of you went on a vacation together before you started your freshman year of high school. He also knew that he had once been in the picture, but you’d cut him out. The tape and staples that had been holding his heart together since you left fell away.

He stuck with his usual response to people citing family for wanting to leave, for the most part. No one at Happy Trails knew about you, and he’d killed his parents before they could leave him, so he’d kept his true abandonment issues to himself. Face to face with you after all these years, though, he couldn’t stop himself from adding “they’re always just gonna leave you behind” and a warning about trifling with the past. You flinched a little at both of those, and a spark of hope ignited in his chest- maybe you hadn’t forgotten about him, even if you didn’t recognize him now.

Then you still chose to leave. The rest of the rather single-sided conversation was a blur to him. Later, as he was tending to his injuries in solitary, he remembered calling you handsome and/or beautiful and your blush when he did. And, of course, you knocking him flat on his ass. He’d challenged you to a fight, because he’d always been able to beat you before. The part that truly left him confused, though, was why he offered to help you break out.

All he’d wanted for the last fifteen years was to go back to the day you left and beg you to stay. He’d told himself dozens, maybe hundreds, of times that if he ever saw you again, he’d do everything in his power to keep you with him. On his darker and angrier days, he truly meant everything. But here you are, and he offered to help you leave. This is what you get for even hoping someone might stick around. Let’s just do this. I gotta stop in with the warden first, though…

“Me? Out there? With you?” He chuckled. You had no idea that, with that simple gesture, you offered him everything he’d wanted for so long. Fuck, I don’t deserve him. I still love him, but he deserves someone better than the angry, selfish man I am. The fragments of his heart splintered even more. “I, um. I done a lotta bad things. And, uh.” He made himself brighten up. “This is home! For now, anyway. Maybe next time parole comes up, I’ll, uh” take it and go find you like I should have fifteen years ago. And I’ll spend every minute until then trying to become the kind of man you deserve. “Anyway, I gotta get back to it. You take care now, you hear? And, hey, visitation! Every third Sunday!” You looked down at the box you’d brought with you, and he ran. When he got back to his cell, he cried genuine tears for the first time since that August day when his world turned upside down.

- 2 weeks later, visitation day -

He knew hoping you’d come was a waste of time, and that he was just setting himself up for more pain. He’d learned the hard way that when you were gone, that was that. But still, there he was, looking up every time a guard walked into the room. As expected, they never called his name. The rest of the inmates gave him a wide berth as he went back to his cell for the night, and they were right to. He was itching for an excuse to fight. No one gave him one, though, so he told himself he’d find one tomorrow and got ready for bed.

When he got to his cell, it took him just one second to realize there was someone on his bed, pull them off, and shove them against the wall. It took him three more to process that it was you, and then another five to step back and let you go.

“Sorry for scaring you, Yancy. I didn’t mean to. It’s just… it’s visitation day, but I’m still wanted for the escape you helped me pull off, and I haven’t decided if I want to come back for good or not.” He stood there, frozen. You chuckled nervously. “I get it, your turn to be the quiet one. I’m sorry about that, by the way. There was a lot to process all at once, and I just kinda shut down when I get overwhelmed.”

I know. I remember that you didn’t say a single word our first day of high school, Yancy wanted to say. He wanted to say something, anything, but you being there and so close was just too much.

“Okay, so, honesty time; there’s a specific reason I came back.” You took a deep breath. “I haven’t been able to shake this feeling that I know you, somehow. But I know I’d remember meeting you- no way I’d forget someone like you. Anyway, I'm probably way off base and ridiculous. I guess I just wanted to tell you?” You ran your hand through your hair. “God, that sounds even flimsier than it felt in my head. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It, uh. It means a lot that you came back to say that.”

“Uh, Yancy? What happened to your accent?”

“Shit. Um. C’mere.” He muttered, as he sat down on his bed and pulled you down next to him. He prayed that you couldn’t hear how his heart started racing when he noticed your knees were touching. “No one here knows that the accent isn’t how I always speak. Not even the warden. I’ve been here five years and haven’t dropped it once. Anyone learns about this, and you’re dead, understand?” He knew that the threat was empty, but you seemed to believe it.

“Yeah, yeah, I do, don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me. I gotta ask, though- why fake it? It seems like a lot of effort. You don’t owe me an explanation, of course, but since you’re heart-on-your-sleeve about your parents, it must be one hell of a reason. I bet it’d feel good to let it off your chest. I can promise to leave and never come back if you do- a burden shared is a burden halved, and if I’m gone, you can be 100% sure no one here will know.”

He took a deep breath. “Something flipped my world on its head, and I needed to distance myself from who I was before. That’s an odd phrase, though- ‘a burden shared is a burden halved’. Where’d you pick that up?”

“Oh, um. The mom of someone I loved a long time ago used to say it a lot. It just kinda stuck, I guess.”

“Loved, huh? You break their heart, or did they break yours?” Yancy was surprised he got the words out without his voice shaking or cracking. You were silent for a long time, and Yancy was sure he’d pushed too hard and you would completely shut down or, worse, leave altogether.

“Sorry, I haven’t talked about this… ever." Your voice shook. "I’ve never talked to anyone about this. I don’t know if I was loved back, but if so, I was the heartbreaker. I didn’t mean to be- I couldn’t control having to leave, and I didn’t know I wasn’t coming back until it was too late. I couldn’t say goodbye. I’ve hoped every day for the last fifteen years that my feelings were unrequited, though. I’m happy to have the pain of an unrequited first love if it means she wasn’t heartbroken.” The incorrect pronoun stung a bit, but you didn’t know, and you’d loved him back all those years ago. He was invincible.

“Have you tried reaching out? Even if your feelings were one-sided, I think you owe it to both of you to say them, at least once.” He reached out and took your hands without thinking. You didn't stop him, and he felt like he could fly.

“I tried, actually. About eight years ago, I'd, uh, escaped and was finally an actual person again after everything that was done to and taken from me, so I started looking for her. But it’s like she vanished off the face of the earth five years to the day after we were separated. It’s actually how I met Mark- I got into some deep and shady shit looking. I only gave up last year. Nothing turned up in seven years of searching, so I have to figure that she did something incredibly stupid a decade ago and got herself killed.”

“I didn’t die. Just the name did.” Yancy breathed. A half second later, he realized he’d said it out loud, and his heart stopped. You took your hands out of his and scooted away.

“Yancy. Are you trying to tell me that you’re- that we- oh my god. It is you. I knew I knew you. Everything else is different, but I should have recognized your eyes. I guess some part of me did. But you- I- I thought you were dead.”

“As you can see, I’m not dead, Brain. And for the record, your feelings were definitely not one-sided.” He reached out and cupped your cheek with one hand.

“Shit, Pinky, it really is you.”

Yancy had dreamed about how seeing you again would go in a million different ways. Not a single one of those included you practically jumping into his lap and kissing him with a lifetime's worth of love and want.

He let out an undignified whine when you broke the kiss. “Wait, wait. You knew from the second I walked in here who I was, didn’t you? You tried so hard to stop me from leaving… but then you helped me do just that. You chose to stay here when I asked you to come with me. Then I came back, and you got me to say all those things… And we’re both trans and wound up here? This is all just. So much. I can’t- I can’t do this.” You got off his lap and scooted to the far end of the bed.

“What are you saying, Y/N? That you’re leaving? Again?” He couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice.

You stood up and faced him. “You do not get to play that card. You don’t know how much I went through trying to find a way to tell you I was sorry, that I didn’t know that the trip was a permanent one until we were on the other side of the country. Dad said that I'd never see mom again, and he’d kill me if I tried to get in touch with you or anyone else from back home. He broke my arm to prove he meant it. I can’t stay here to unpack all of this. I have to go. But you can come with me. I mean it even more now than I did last time. I’m not leaving you, I’m leaving here.”

You walked to the cell door and looked back at him with a sigh. “But I know you, and you have a family here. I’ll get you my address- it’s your turn to come to me, when you’re ready. I’ve waited 15 years to be with you again, what’s a little bit longer?” Without giving him a chance to respond, you kissed him again and were gone.

#yancy x yn #yancy x reader #yancy x male reader #yancy x trans male reader #yancy ahwm #ahwm fanfiction #otp: don't want to be free #self ship fanfic #self shipping fanfiction #self shipping fic

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𝚃𝙾𝙺𝚈𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂

𝙱𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽 '𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘' 𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃

This Tokyo Revenger Fanfic is about a woman who did her best to find her dear cousin, She is working at a bar to help her friend to earn money (𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳, 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.) While working at the bar something happened that make her life live in a bit romance and make her will come true and that is to meet her cousin. Little did she know that when they meet each other that is also the 'last' time she will meet him.

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝑶𝒉! 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝒀/𝑵: 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆

𝑭/𝑵: 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆

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𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡'𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩

You were serving your customer wearing a women waiter outfit, You gave him the cocktail he ordered and walk to the bar counter to get the other orders, While walking and thinking on when this work will end, you suddenly feel someone is staring at you, You turn around to see the one who keeps on staring at you and find a small white hair guy, Wearing a black T-shirt and a kind of person who don't look like eaten this past 7 days, You shivered a bit because of the other people that is with him, Talking seriously and some are laughing.

You and the white haired guy made an eye contact for so long that you didn't notice the people around him is also looking at you, but when you realized it you bowed your head to them, acting formally and you go back to your work.

(𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗽)

The bar is already closed so you and your friend are now cleaning, the both of you were uncomfortable because the group of people that you make an eye contact earlier is still there and keep on observing you. "Y/N, Do you know who are they? Are they your boyfriends~?" Your friend asked you. "That's Bullsh*t F/N, you think I'm goin to have a lot of boyfriend? The hell, I already told you right? Not until I found him, I'm not gonna date someone!" You accidentally shouted it to her. The bar went silent then your friend suddenly laugh, "What's so funny?" You asked. "Nothing~ Nothing~ It's just as if you're saying that if you ever find him he's the one you will going to date to, *LOL What kind of love is that Y/N? ...A long lost cousin and the girl who love him the most... Like that? *LOL." Your friend told you while can't breath because of laughing.

The both of you are talking as if the two of you are the only people at the bar and already forgotten the feeling of uncomfortable earlier, "That's not it!" you said, "It's just that, I want him to know first if ever I have a boyfriend." You added. Your friend stare at you and then she pouted. "Oi! Hanagaki Y/N, whattdya mean by you want your cousin to know your boyfriend first?? Not me? Am I an acquaintance now?? Also... Beats me, As I can see right now you stay on being single forever!" F/N said and then she laugh again. "What did ya say?!" You said while stepping closer to her.

While you and your friend are busy talking to each other, A pink haired guy stand up from his seat and come closer to the both of you. "I didn't know Mikey will be interested to a woman who has the same surname as him, what you wanna do now, Mikey..." He said and you see a smile on his face. The silent gives you chill while standing and waiting for the judgement as if your life is on the line. "Take her." The white haired guy said. "Wai- What?! Why are you going to take me and where to?! Also, aren't you thinking of how you will goin to kill me?... Sparing my life but kidnapping me??" You said out of shocked. The pink hair guy point a gun on your head "Speak, then the bullet of this gun will be planted there in your head." He said and glared at you.

Some of the guards we're holding your friend and the pink guy is the one who's holding you by pointing a gun on your head. You can't move because of your fear and because of worried about your friend. "I heard you're really not working here you're just working here to help your friend to earn money for his mother that is in the hospital and the debt his father left to them." Said by the guy who has a burgundy that mostly in light lilac colored hair.(𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭.) You stared at him and nodded slightly, He then rest his back in the chair he's sitting, He looked at you and smile "We'll give you the money you wanted and pay the bills on your friend's mom, We can make the money triple depends on the conditions just say it." He said, My jaw dropped from what I heard, I mean that's a lot of money and this is my chance to help F/N for real. "NO! Why are you doing this to us?! Also don't threatened her with my life!" F/N shouted, She looked at you and look like she was about to cry, But you can't help it, Autie needs surgery and the money that we we're keeping is not enough to pay the debts and for surgery. '𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳.' You thought and gulp then speak with a shaking voice "W-what i-is the co-conditions?" They all smiled and look to the White haired colored guy, "This is the first time our boss being interested in a woman so in exchange to the offer stand as our boss' Woman." The guy that was holding a cigarette said.

"...What?..."

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'𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴' You thought while looking at the people begging for your mercy because they thought you can stop the boss as his woman from killing them. "Please, Have mercy with us, We really didn't intend to do that, We're just force by that company... So please!!!" They begged. "Wow, The Audacity to beg for mercy... Hey... Aren't you guys the one who oppose his order and betray him? so why are you asking me for mercy?..." You said with a straight and a cold voice showing them your high authority. "If you really want to live that much, Go and ask him directly, because me as his woman can't forgive a person who betrayed my man..." You said, they we're shock, scared and nervous of what you said because they know this is the end of them. You stand from your sit and smirked while walking through the door, "Ah! I forgot to say, Bonten is already on their way to pick you guys up! Goodluck for begging mercy!!" You said while closing the door.

In 2 years of being part of a criminal gang, You already adapt their actions. You walk down the hallway of the building and call your driver to bring you where the bonten now is. He immediately prepare the car and bring you to the place. "*Sigh* I hope Mikey is okay..." You said while looking to some papers you have connections with. '𝘔𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 2 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 '𝘞𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯' 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥... 𝘩𝘦𝘩, 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘩𝘶𝘩... 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮... *𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩* 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 '𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯' 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵... 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘧 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳...' You thought while looking at the window of the car. "I like you... I'll do anything to help you... Ughh! Because of this feeling of mine, My true intension here is being forgotten!" You said and tap the window of the car.

You realized that there is also another reason why you accept the offer, At the bar 2 years ago, You add another condition in order to accept the offer. They will help you find your cousin and help your friend with her expenses in exchange of being the woman of their boss. You didn't realized it sooner because of the feelings you have for a guy that keeps on distracting you.

You are now in the place where the bonten is. "Hmm? An abondoned warehouse?" You said then enter the warehouse. When you entered inside you heard someone's voice. "BRING DOWN BONTEN'S HAMMER OF JUDGEMENT TO THE TRAITORS!!!" The voice you heard said. "Sanzu? What's this?... Oh? So you guys failed begging for mercy, huh?" You said to the people who begged to you and every members of the gang looked at you. "You're late." The guy with a scar on his left eye said. "Ahaha~ Gomen, Kakucho-san~, Hajime-kun didn't provide a car that can bring me here in a second thou~" You giggle while walking towards Mikey. The people who's been begging to you a while ago keeps on struggling and finally recieving judgement from Mikey. "Shh! Shhh! Pay attention to Mikey's words." Sanzu said to them and the warehouse become silent. "..... Kill them." Mikey said. You closed your eyes while Sanzu pulling off the trigger to the traitors. Yes, you are part of a criminal gang but never seen someone died in front of you. You sat beside Mikey and gave him another taiyaki that he can eat. "You know Mikey, I think you need to eat more, not just taiyaki and dorayaki to gain some weight." You said to mikey with a worried face, He didn't respond and just look at you, everyone in the warehouse became silent again until Sanzu finally speak. "Those who don't fit in bonten are scraps." He said. "Keep it in your heads everyone, Even between us whoever betrays will eventually become scraps too." Hajime said. "Make sure you properly clean the dead bodies." Kakucho said.

You just look at them while talking until you guys decided to finish the meeting. You told Mikey that you'll be with them later because you still have work to do, he agreed and everone else now is gone only you and the adviser of bonten are the only ones left inside the warehouse, You approach him and ask him a question "About my cousin, Any news about him?" You asked and he stared at you. After a seconds of staring contest he finally gave you the papers about your cousin. You're so happy that you can't describe the feeling because you can now meet the cousin you have been finding this past years. You and your cousin are acting more like a sibling, He treats you as his little sister because he told you he don't have a sister and he is happy to have you. You have a lot of happy memories with him in your childhoon until the age of 6, You part ways after you turn 6 because you mother wants you to study overseas but failed so she gave you in an orphanage overseas and just got back in japan when you were already 21.

Days passed by. You scheduled a date where you can meet your cousin and hired a person to inform you a good chance when to meet him, and finally got a chance, You were a little suspicious about the information he gave you because he said that the cousin I'm looking for is now in the bonten's second hideout, The abondoned bowling arcade, You remembered Sanzu mentioned that him and Mikey will go there, You are confused by what is happening so you immediately go to the place.

'𝘞𝘩𝘺? 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘪? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺?' You thought, Biting your thumbnail and driving the car to the place.

You finally arrived in the abondoned place and get inside, You go up to the 10th floor of the building and when you reach the floor, you're already late. You found your cousin that you have been looking for several years and the man you loved, Both are about to die.

You run towards your cousin who's lying in the floor has a gunshot wounds, soaked in blood and about to get unconcious holding the hand of the man you loved about to fall in the 10th floor building. You run and about to reach the feet of your cousin but too late again, his body slides down the building because he's now unconscious. You still reach out your hand hoping you can save them both but the sight of Mikey's face crying and the way when they fall to the ground makes your heart stopped a bit, Your mind became blank and the tears starting to flow, You are kneeling in front of the window where both of your love ones died and all the memories you have with them start flashing in your mind, Memories of you confessing to mikey, On how he treats you so gently and kindly and the smile on his face you will never forget that winter, And the memories of your childhood with your cousin flashing non-stop in your mind that makes you cry harder.

"So... Unfair... Mikey... I didn't even hear you say... You love...me... I don't care if it's from... Real feelings... Or not... Hearing it from you is fine..., So Unfair..." You said holding your chest while crying harder than before. "YOU TOO TAKEMICHI! Why? Why did you leave me? We still have a lot to talk about... You also promised me when... we were a child... You will never leave me... So... What is this now?" You kept on crying in the building until the police came to the scene.

When you finally calmed down, you decided to see the body of Mikey and your cousin, you turn around and see a small table and find a small envelope in it you looked at the envelope and realized that it's a wedding invitation, Takemichi about to give Mikey. You cried again knowing the feelings of the woman your cousin about to marry. The feelings of losing someone you hold so dearly...

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(𝗘𝗡𝗗)

𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔, 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊, 𝕾𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖎𝖋 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖆 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝕴𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖙, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖔𝖔, 𝕮𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚- 𝕴'𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍😅, 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝕴 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞. 𝕶𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝕾𝖆𝖋𝖊♡!!!

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So I actually wrote this! I’ve never written dark!Sterek before, but I saw the gifset and couldn’t help myself. I hope you all enjoy <3

THREE DAYS, FOUR HOURS, AND twenty-two minutes. That’s how long the one they called Mieczysław ‘Stiles’ Stilinski had been separated from his pack.

Three days, four hours, and twenty-two minutes. Stiles realized what happened nine minutes after his pack was taken. Therefore, the hunters were unofficially dead at the countdown of three days, four hours, and thirteen minutes.

To Stiles, though, time blurred. It was a stain of colors, a snarl at the back of his throat, and the faintest ringing in his ears that made him feel like he was losing his mind all over again.

Three days, four hours, and twenty-two minutes. It was the longest Stiles had ever been alone.

He was greeted by gunshots first.

At a first glance, Mieczysław was nothing but a boy. A boy who grew up surrounded by wolves, an emissary to a bunch of wild animals. There were rumors about what rested behind the amber of his eyes, but few people chose to believe them. Because he was scrawny, he was human, and it seemed like easy pickings when a group of hunters chose to go after the crumbling pack.

At a first glance, Mieczysław was nothing but a boy. And that that always been the easiest way to lure in unsuspecting prey.

He was greeted by gunshots first. The screams that followed were a welcome sound he hadn’t heard for far too long.

There was something about the smell of gunpowder in the air, the feeling of blood on his fingertips, and the taste of ash in his mouth that made Stiles feel alive. He could be wrapped in the darkest shadows or walking through the heat of a blazing fire and the smile on his face would never waver. At a first glance, he was nothing but a boy. A weakling. But to the hunter watching him tear through their ranks without even blinking, it was like hell had become a place on Earth.

The hunter’s name was Col Henderson. And he hadn’t wanted to take the job in the first place.

Beacon Hills was a shell of what it used to be. At first, Col hadn’t even believed the rumors were true. The rumors saying there was still a werewolf pack patrolling its borders, that is. He’d been hunting since he was old enough to carry a gun and at this point in his life, he wanted a challenge. Something to make him smile when the beast went down; something to make him feel proud when the light faded from the monster’s eyes.

The Hale pack had been fairly easy to round up. Most of them were feral to the point of being wild animals anyway.

It was the emissary that remained elusive.

“A bunch of mutts,” he told the man at his side, listening to the distant sound of snarling wolves from another part of the compound. “Good for nothing but a bullet between the eyes.”

The hunter only grunted, looking tired. And honestly, Col couldn’t blame him. They were all tired. The emissary had yet to come for his pack and they’d been sitting around all day, waiting for something that didn’t seem to exist.

Until the sun touched the tips of the trees, that is. 

That’s when all hell broke loose.

Col first saw him when the compound doors slammed open. He was on his feet in a second, loaded rifle held tightly in his hands. The already dying lights above his head flickered and briefly went out— and when they came back on, a lone figure stood in the compound’s entrance. His head was head tilted slightly and his eyes practically glowed against the faint darkness.

There was a dull spark in them that held nothing but the last remnants of humanity. Humanity that had been clinging to the boy for years now, though that hadn’t mattered for a long time now.

A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. One that sent a chill down Col’s spine.

“Emissary,” someone breathed. And Col didn’t even realize the word had come from his mouth until amber eyes fixed on where he stood. The boy raised an eyebrow.

“My pack,” he said. “I want them back.”

There was a loud click as the man next to Col loaded his gun. The emissary’s attention immediately snapped to him and Col almost sagged to the floor, suddenly aware of each breath that he had been holding.

“You're going to give my pack back,” the emissary said again, the smile slipping from his lips. He took a step forward and immediately, every gun was trained on him. The boy paused, eyes flashing, but it didn’t seem to be out of fear. 

No, there was a new look on his face, replacing the amused one that had been there previously.

It was cold and dangerous. The bags under his eyes seemed to darken, holding the exhaustion of each day that he’d been without his pack. Around him, the shadows grew as the softness of his face hardened.

“No?”

In the distance, one of the wolves yelped. Loudly.

And just like that, the spark of humanity in the emissary’s eyes flicked out.

Col had faced a lot of beasts in the past. He’d gone after born wolves and those newly turned. He’d taken down a dozen packs and faced an alpha that nearly ripped him to shreds. Col told his blissfully ignorant friends that he hunted deer and then went home to a list full of names— one of every monster he’d ever killed.

He’d seen a lot over the years. But nothing added up to the boy that stood in front of him, eyes turning to stone as he caught the sound of his feral pack in the distance.

Once more, the lights overhead blinked out. But this time, they didn't turn back on. In a moment, the silence had turned to gunshots, gunshots turned to screams. And dammit, Col hadn’t even wanted to take this job in the first place.

He stumbled back, pulling his walkie from its clip on his belt.

“Backup! We need backup!”

Static was his answer. Col stumbled blindly through the darkness, trying to get as far away from the screams of his fellow hunters as fast as he could. There were things he’d heard about the Hale pack’s emissary, but he’d never imagined any of them were true. In fact, he'd laughed at 'exaggeration of it all.

The job of an emissary was to keep the pack connected to themselves, to their humanity. Col hadn’t thought much of the feral pack they’d put in chains but this boy seemed to be even less human than all of them combined. Less than the alpha who had nearly bitten Col’s head off, less than the betas who had snapped and snarled the entire way to captivity.

In his panic, Col stumbled over his own feet and fell hard to the ground, his gun skidding somewhere across the floor. Suddenly, the lights flicked on and when he looked over his shoulder, all that was left were bodies.

The one they called Mieczysław ‘Stiles’ Stilinski stood among them. His eyes raked over the entire room, not a single emotion on his face. Then, they snapped to where Col had fallen and that smile from earlier tugged at the corners of his mouth once again.

Col shoved himself up and turned, running faster than he ever had into the depths of the compound.

They had come to Beacon Hills with an even number of eighteen hunters. When Col turned the corner, stumbling to a stop as a dozen guns aimed in his direction, there was some part of him that wondered if even double that would be enough.

“Henderson?”

“Don’t shoot, dammit!”

“What the hell are you doing?”

Behind him, the sound of footsteps echoed off the cement floor. Col’s heart skipped a beat and he slowly turned around.

“You took my pack,” the emissary said, turning the corner. “Now I’m gonna take them back.”

Col retreated back behind the line of guns. The emissary’s gaze traveled over them all and his eyes darkened. He took a step forward, ignoring the tightening of every finger around the trigger.

“It’s doesn’t matter how many of there you are,” he said, words almost a snarl. He moved closer— Col started to tremble. “I’m going to kill every single one of you until I find them. Do you understand me?”

“Stand down, boy!”

“Do you understand me? I’ll burn this whole fucking place down if I have to!”

Someone fired. Sparks flew.

Somewhere in the distance, one of the wolves howled.

It happened too quickly. Col scrambled for his spare pistol and a crackle of electricity filled the air. Something was burning, the smell like a sour acid began to fill his nose. Col's eyes burned, his hands were shaking too hard to get a proper hold on his gun as he scrambled back away from the fighting. It was like a nightmare brought to life and when he managed to make himself look back, the sight that awaited him was even worse.

The emissary’s eyes were brighter than fire. The air around him swam with the shadows and his face was so pale, it was like the blood drained right out. Distant howls collided with the chaos in the air and Col momentarily flashed back to his latest kill— a young omega, newly bitten. She’d looked at him like he was the Grim Reaper and it had made him feel powerful. Being the predator always did.

For the first time in his life, Col Henderson knew what it was like to be the prey.

The emissary flicked his wrist and Col slammed up against the nearest wall, losing all ability to breathe as the boy approached. There was something about him. Something darker than night, colder than death. 

“Big bad hunter. Where is my pack?”

Struggling for breath, Col managed to point down the hallway. The boy followed his gaze and then hummed.

“Thank you.”

Three days, four hours, and twenty-two minutes. Stiles had realized what happened to his pack nine minutes after they were taken. Therefore, the hunters were unofficially dead three days, four hours, and thirteen minutes ago.

The clock continued to count— three seconds on the timer. Col looked at the emissary like he was the Grim Reaper.

And at second one, the boy smiled.

-

An emissary’s main job had always been to keep a pack connected to their humanity. However, as a group of bold hunters learned the hard way after capturing a bunch of feral werewolves known as the Hale pack, the one known as Mieczysław ‘Stiles’ Stilinski, barely had any humanity in himself to begin with.

There was a hum under his breath as he released his pack one by one. The betas first and his alpha right after them, whose eyes glowed red as he barely contained a series of whines. The second the chains were off, clawed fingers latched onto Stiles's arms and sharp fangs skated up the side of his neck. Stiles smiled, tracing bloodstained fingers through Derek’s hair.

“It's okay. I'm here now.”

Warm breaths snuffled against his skin. “That was stupid.”

“I know.”

“And dangerous.”

“But so fun.”

Derek drew back, his attention zeroing in on a darkening red patch right underneath Stiles’s shoulder. “You’re bleeding.”

"Only a little."

"Does it hurt?"

“They took my pack,” Stiles said, a dangerous glow in his eyes. “Isn’t a little agony worth it?”

The red of the alpha’s eyes burned even brighter. Derek growled and pulled him into a hungry kiss— one that promised a much more thorough examination later. The man's lips were a little cracked and Stiles could taste blood. Humming at the back of his throat, he kissed Derek harder.

Three days, four hours, and twenty-two minutes. That’s how long the one they called Mieczysław ‘Stiles’ Stilinski had been separated from his pack. The longest he'd ever been alone.

But he wasn't anymore.

They left the bodies as a warning to anyone who dared cross the Hale pack again. 

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thank you to @sparkexplosive and @vs-redemption for beta reading it for me! merry christmas & happy holidays everyone ♥️

➽ synopsis: being a member of the royal guard is a grueling and thankless job, so you decide to remind katsuki a little of what it’s like to be young again—what better way to do that than with some healthy competition.

➽ word count: 1.7k

➽ tags: fluff, budding romance, royalty au, childhood friends

➽ author’s note: i had a ton of fun participating in my first ever secret santa!! this is my gift-fic to the lovely @katsushimaa​ hope you enjoy, yssa!

"So, this is where the hell you've been hiding?"

His voice tore through the midday stillness like a blade, equal parts raspy and gruff. He sounded irritated and mildly fatigued. Not that Katsuki Bakugou would ever admit to being anything less than a hundred and ten percent. He climbed off his steed, heavy boots crunching under the weight of his feet, and secured his horse against the stump you were leaning on.

You flipped the page of your book, not sparing the man even a cursory glance. You would prefer to keep your attention occupied by fictitious worlds, warriors, and battles fought in the name of love and justice.

It was much easier to allow yourself to become the bearer of fictional hardships, because at least they could be solved through a well-constructed plot with each turn of a page, as opposed to the realities of your actual life, a slow spiraling disaster in comparison.

Bakugou stood in front of you, vein ticking on his throat with every clench of his jaw. His arms were crossed tight over his chest, red gaze pinned on your hunched form. He wasn't at all the kind of person anyone could easily ignore. His very presence demanded attention and drew eyes like a magnet.

Case in point, no matter how much you tried to ignore him, you simply couldn’t.

"Please tell me you aren't going to stand there the entire time. Take a hint will you." You went to turn another page, but Bakugou reached over and snatched the book from your hands with deft fingers and speed you couldn't hope to match.

"Give. It. Back."

"Nah, I don't think I will just yet." He sneered, thumbing through the pages. "I was told to bring your dumbass back to the estate, so that's exactly what the hell I'm 'bout to do."

You blew a puff of air from your lips, eyes blazing with a kind of defiance that only burned harder the more you glared at him. "Then I guess you'll just have to drag me back kicking and screaming."

Bakugou only smirked, teeth spread in a feral grin that sent a chill down your spine.

That had always been his intention.

Almost an hour later, you stood before your parents, clothes dusty, creased, and smudged from having been manhandled like a sack of flour before promptly dumped in front of your waiting audience.

A frown marred your delicate features as they began their lecture.

Your mind drifted elsewhere the more they reminded you of your lineage and that you were royalty and how it was imperative you behave as such. You’d heard it all before, known this for as long as you could remember. As the King and Queen of your home country, your parents never failed to emphasize the importance of keeping your every move in check because of the reputation you had to uphold.

Katsuki stood somewhere behind you, and although he stayed mostly silent, you could almost hear him grinding away at his molars. The King and Queen were taking turns subtly digging into him as well, implying that his incompetence was a stain upon the royal guard perfect record of achievements. If he couldn't keep you in line, what was the point of holding rank?

They annoyed him way more than they did you, but he dare not voice it, not if he wanted to keep his head attached to his shoulders. Far be it from him to send himself to the guillotine

You both were in for a long night.

“Honestly, this kind of behavior is unbecoming of someone of your status. What will our countrymen think if they see you roaming about unattended like a vagabond?” Your father stroked his beard as if waiting for a response. But everyone in the room knew he really just liked to hear himself talk.

He was no better than a machiavellian swindler in expensive robes. A puppet if you would.

The real leader of the land was your mother. After all, she had only married into the family, having been the daughter of a mere advisor with no royal blood. She spoke little, but her glare was more than enough to convey just what she was thinking.

By the end of the lecture, you felt like all of your energy had been sapped from you, but thankfully your parents left you to retreat into your bedroom for the remainder of the day. Bakugou escorted you, following close behind.

“You’re gonna do it again, aren’t ya?”

You paused, foot nearly catching against the carpeted floors of your bedroom. Fiddling with a piece of your hair, you shrugged. “...maybe.”

“You’re a huge idiot.” Bakugou shook his head with a low laugh.

A tiny smidgen of a grin danced on your lips as you considered him. He was your childhood friend. No one knew you better than he did. And he was also the guard most assigned to watch over you and keep you safe from harm.

Despite that, you’d come to notice how much he’d changed. He wasn’t the same Katsuki you grew up knowing and you missed him dearly. Occasions like this, where a part of his guard was let down, were becoming few and far between. There had to be something you could do.

“Let’s make a wager. If you can manage to find me, I’ll do one thing at your command.”

“Challenge accepted.” He reached into the folds of his uniform, pulled out your little novel, and slapped it right into your open palm. "No matter where you run off to, I'll find ya. Trust me on that, princess."

His eyes were like candles in the night, ignited by a spark of passion. Not a single lie could be detected.

"I won't make it easy on you, Katsuki, just so you know."

"Heh, you better not." He sniffed, tucking his hands into his uniform pockets. And with a final half-wave, he was gone.

In and around the capital city, winter had completely lost it's bite. The weather was tepid, swinging a mild breeze that coasted through the countryside. It was the sort of winter where one felt as if woolen clothing were worn more for comfort than necessity. In what should have been the chilliest part of the year, Bakugou found himself traversing one of the many beaches that hedged the southern peninsula.

After a full week following the challenge issued in your bedroom, Bakugou realized you were entirely too good at evading him or any of the other guards at the kingdom’s disposal, for that matter.

Day in and day out, he spent his shifts searching tirelessly for you, just to stumble upon you in the most random of places and only when you had wanted him to find you. The running score was six to five in your favor, but he was determined not to lose to you again.

And there you were, standing at the very edge of the shore, as if a mere thought had manifested you right before his very eyes. Your loose billowing dress of soft satin waved to him like a white flag of surrender in the air. He'd finally found you.

"Not gonna run off this time?"

"Nope! You won this round." Your cheeks creased in a smile.

Given the boots he'd worn, it was no surprise that his feet kept sinking into the sand. You said nothing as he toed off his shoes and socks, bare feet settling into the depths of warm, grainy sand.

He couldn’t help but feel more relaxed. Over the past few months, he’d found himself losing sight of his goals, caught in the dredges of the mundane and routine.

The cool waters lapped at both his and your feet, fizzing and bubbling, leaving behind traces of salt. You went further into the water’s touch, your back to him as the tides licked at the your calves. Even he had to admit, the view was a beautiful one, possibly even more so with you against the backdrop.

“I’m glad you found me,” you called over the cry of seagulls. “For a second, I was worried you’d lose this round.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Tch, as if I’d ever lose to you, princess.”

“Naturally.” You laughed.

“What the hell are we doing out here anyway?”

He knelt to roll up his pants, a mere moment away from following after you like always.

“I... really just wanted to show you the view. Do you remember when we used to come down here as kids? Remember how we used to dare each other to see who could go the farthest into the ocean?”

Of course he remembered. Those were some of his most cherished memories of his time spent with you before duty to the kingdom took precedent.

You reached a hand out to him, an open invitation. “I just thought you needed a little reminder of what that was like.”

For some reason, Katsuki was determined not to meet your gaze, scowling at some point on the horizon, until you came over and nudged him with your elbow. “It wouldn’t kill you to admit that I’m right.”

With a sigh, he reached over and tugged you into a hug. You snuggled close to his chest, gripping the back on his uniform. It may have been your imagination but you could’ve sworn you felt the soft press of lips against your temple.

“Thanks... you know... for everything.”

Beaming, you leaned back to get the full view of his heated cheeks.

“Of course, of course.”

There was something earnest in his eyes that told you no matter how far you went, or however far you traveled, he’d always be a step behind you. It sent your heart hammering in your ribcage. You were suddenly all too aware of the way he held you secure against him like he would never let go.

“What are you thinking, princess?”

You blinked owlishly, taken over by your feelings and mumbling a hushed. “Oh, nothing.” The two of you were just a royal and a guard, bound to one another by duty.

If there could be anything more than that...well, only time would tell.

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