#she's beautiful and monstrous. she's desperate for a champion. she's hurt. she's powerful. she's not ready to forgive.

[nonasbirthday]

If you were going to make a character that was the soul of planet earth in a human body you might think to make her motherly. Wise. Forgiving. Mother Earth cares for us, she provides, right? But Tamsyn Muir wrote Nona the Ninth and said YES planet earth is loving but also she is SO SO ANGRY and HURTING. And actually she cannot care for others right now she needs to be cared FOR.

Also she wants to eat pencils and she thinks flowers are sexy.

#I just think that the very specific ways the 'mother earth' thing is followed vs. the ways it is inverted are very interesting #she's beautiful and monstrous. she's desperate for a champion. she's hurt. she's powerful. she's not ready to forgive. #she needs to be loved. she needs to be cared for before she can heal #i try to tell people about TLT and it's like well it's about necromancers and identity and forgiveness and CLIMATE CHANGE #it's about imperialism and stagnation and homestuck references #but more than anything it's about gay space juggalos #but the climate change piece is definitely there you know. #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #alecto tlt #nonasbirthday #sticking this on the fridge

[hotdamnhunnam]

Dream Baby Dream

A/N: So Charlie’s latest movie, Jungleland, is an ABSOLUTE MUST-SEE!! It’s so fucking lovely 🥺😭🥰  Whether you’ve seen it or not, I hope you’ll enjoy this little one shot, based on the below request that I got! It’s all kinds of angsty and smutty and fluffy. (Title is a reference to the Springsteen song played at the end of the movie!) **This fic is SPOILER-FREE**

Pairing: Stanley Kaminski x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, reader gets pregnant, gifs of Charlie in his underpants 😋 Request: This lovely request (p.2) for pregnancy/smut with Charlie’s character from Jungleland!

Word Count: ~3.1k

Important Note: The first line of this fic is a line Stanley says in the movie (scene shown in the gif above and in this gifset) – yes, loves, an actual quote. So if you’ve not yet seen this film but are a fan of Charlie Hunnam, I promise you this scene is reason enough, to watch if only just to hear those words from him... 🤤

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“I like the way they make my dick look.”

... Is he serious? Yes, definitely is. One drink was all it took, for you to know. He walks and talks like someone straight out of an old forgotten book or an obscure off-Broadway show. As if his whole life is imagined, yet for him the fiction feels so fucking real that it’s the only thing he’ll ever understand.

“I like the way they make my dick look”? What the fuck? You’d just paid him a half-joking compliment on his ridiculous sweatpants. But this is a man who takes jokes for the truths they expose. Mama always told you to avoid men like this—cons and crooks—men who crush their own hearts in their fists, steal their strength from the shadows, to run from their weakness. She knows best, and knows that you can’t. Knows that you turn to dust in their hands. But she’s not here to witness.

No, nobody is.

You take another shot, tossing away what little self-restraint you’ve got. “Dare you to tell me just how many times you’ve used that line.”

The fucker flashes you a smile. Cheeky smirk, the only kind that suits his style. Cheap as dirt. Just like his stupid ugly shirt. “Hey, if I had a dime...”

Rolling your eyes, you suck the sour from a slice of lime. Can’t seem to chase away your thirst. “How many times did that shit work?”

“Well, let’s just say you wouldn’t be the first...” he whispers, leaning close to take the lime in his own fingers, squeezing it without reason till every little pulp ruptures and bursts. “Wanna fuck you so hard it hurts.”

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Is it the best sex that you’ve had? Hell fucking no—not even close. It’s pretty bad. Probably the worst.

It’s almost gross. Feels like you’re stuck in a low-budget porno. Just a mess of theatrical thrusts. Heated groans, grating deep in his throat. Grabby hands. Somehow you know that he could fuck you so much better, though, if only he stopped trying to put on some kind of show. You doubt he even knows he can.

“Ugh, just—” you grit your teeth against each thrust. “What are you even doing, Stan...”

He groans out loud again. “Screwing you like a fucking man.”

That tasteless statement almost makes you want to laugh, but you bite back the urge. “No, that’s not how it works,” you mutter as his hips spastically jerk, massive dick splitting you in half. “You can’t—”

“Shut the fuck up,” he rasps, ravaging your ass with a rough series of slaps. Pulling your hair, making you arch your back, wrapping one hand around your neck until you choke. The sex is so damn close to being epic if this man would just stop acting like a joke. Like, really close, which honestly doesn’t seem fair. “You’re not supposed to talk when you’re taking my cock. Supposed to be too drunk to care.”

Oh God—he’s even dumber than you thought. He should’ve counted that you’d only had a couple shots. “Yeah, well, I’m not.”

“As fucking if,” he huffs, taking the hint that you’ve had quite enough. Reluctantly rolls off. Finally stops fucking you over. And that’s when you realize you miss it, although it feels strange to admit. He turns aside, tucking himself in tight under the covers like some kind of scorned lover. Spurned and burned so many times it makes him sick. “That’s bullshit and we both know it. Sober, a girl like you wouldn’t have touched me with a ten-foot stick.”

That gives you pause and breaks your heart a little bit. How is this man already getting at your heart, damn it? Mama would say he’s creeping in there with his crooked claws and all that shit. You can’t let yourself fall for his theatrics. Is that even what this is? Somehow, you sense the weight of more than just his body on the mattress; your heart feels heavy now, but not nearly as heavy as his.

“A girl like me? Seriously, what does that even mean?” you ask, reaching to run your hand across the faded scars and bruises on his back. Noticing how he flinches as if your soft touch is a savage attack. No doubt he wishes that you hadn’t seen. No wonder somebody so damaged really thought you wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot stick. “Stanley, you are honest to God hot. And plus you’ve got an almost-ten-inch dick.”

He reacts with a snort, and a shake of his head. Scooting out of the bed, shrugging into his hideous shirt. All the scars on his back and his heart safely hidden inside it. “Doesn’t matter if it’s big. Apparently I can’t use it for shit.”

Without bothering to put pants back on, he settles on the couch across the room. You move to follow him, unable to resist when he looks so cute sitting there. Raking your fingers through his ruffled golden hair. “That’s not a problem we can’t fix—come back to bed with that big dick. You just have to get out of your head. Just a bit.”

That’s a notion he’s quick to dismiss, though you notice he’s no longer flinching away from your touch—which means something, you’d bet. It must. Nevertheless, Stanley snickers at what you said, struggling to keep his facade firmly set. “Out of my head? Bitch, I live in it.”

You don’t doubt it. Just want him to try stepping out of it. “Just for a minute.”

Lucid blue eyes look up at you now like you’re seeking to push him past some lifelong limit.

“Damn, what’s it like in there...?” you wonder aloud as you comb through his hair. He’s a poem, a portrait of someone who doesn’t believe he’s a man. Soul has never known any true home. Heart has been locked away for so long that he thought it could never be freed. Head full of dreams, broken and bursting at the seams. His silence fucking screams. “What do you really want, Stan? Really need?”

And you can tell he’s scared, to dare believe you really care. “...Nobody ever asked.”

There’s a whole world behind his words. Woefully true. Yet a whole other world now opens up before the two of you, with yours. “Well, then I’m glad to be the first.”

Of course you asked. Of fucking course. You barely even know him now, but can already tell somehow... you want to love this man so hard it hurts. Truly glad that you were the first. Already want to be the last.

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Fucking months have gone by in the blink of an eye. And already you love him so much you could die. 

He’s never fucked someone who ever gave a shit about him, so he gets a rush from knowing that you cannot live without him. And the feeling goes both ways, needless to say. He’s always looking at you like his first glimpse of the sacred light of day. And always seems afraid you’ll run away, no matter how wholeheartedly you reassure him that you’re here to stay. That he should never doubt it. 

Still he’s just crippled with this unshakeable fear of fucking up and everything falling to shit, just as it always did. Of losing love now that he’s finally fucking found it. Stanley’s past is a ripple effect of the failures and losses that constantly kept him desperate and dishonest, and it’s fucking haunted. Can’t help but dread the day it’ll rear its monstrous head and make him pay for ever dreaming he could have the kind of life he’s always wanted.

The most that you can do is hold him close and fuck the pain away, and love him more than words can say. His dreams are beautiful, you tell him. They deserve to see the light of day. With you he never has to act like he’s some character straight off the page; he doesn’t have to be afraid to feel. To fear that all the demons in his soul are real, and full of rage, and fierce enough to kill him. ‘Cause now you’re finally here to hold him and to heal him.

All of his dreams once revolved around his intense bond with his brother. For so long, his heart never had room for another. He tells you often about Walter. The fighter. ‘Lion’ as it were. The whole life that they lived for no one but each other, till one day the champion boxer abandoned his gloves to vow love at the altar.

And Stanley is happy, that Lion has found a new family. A new life as boundless and bright as the sky. Such love as an overbearing older brother could never provide. Though Stan knows that the door’s always open for him, to be part of that family and part of that life... he won’t take Lion up on the invite. Tells himself that the home that his brother has built is too precious for someone so poisoned to set foot inside.

You fuck the poison and the pain out of his veins a little bit more every night. But you know it’s a big fight; you won’t try to push it or rush it. Just guide him and stay beside him as the shadow slowly turns to light.

So what’s left to dream now? Somehow your lover tells you his deepest secrets and desires without ever breathing a damn word aloud. Like the fire’s so fragile a whisper could blow it right out.

Tells you and shows you through passionate, powerful kisses, devouring you with the heat of his mouth. Through the touch of his tough calloused hands on your skin, softly treasuring every last inch, devoting his whole broken heart to the moment in such breathless silence... then driving inside you with vigor and violence, the lion inside him awoken and roaring out loud. Slow and gentle again, at the end. Once you’re both well and truly fucked out. The soft look on his face and his tender embrace expressing just how grateful he is that you taught him to fuck, and to love, without playing pretend.

Is it the best sex of your life? Hell fucking yes. Without a doubt. Every damn day, every damn night. Far and away the fucking best. The kind of sex starry-eyed poets strive and fail to write about. 

Stanley Kaminski is a living, breathing, tragic, magic little poem. But he is also very real, thanks to the love that you’ve allowed his heart to feel. Beating so beautifully now that it’s finally healed. And he’s become your fucking home.

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“Babe, you up?”

You weren’t until he spoke. The sun is only barely just; as he so often does, Stan beat the day before it broke. But you don’t mind being awoken by the man you’ll always love. More so than ever now because... you have some news to share today, bound to blow him the fuck away. In the best way, you hope. And trust.

“Mm-hmm,” you hum, shifting in bed, lifting your head to see him seated by the window far across the room. Gaze lingering upon his gorgeous features gilded by the glow of dawn. “What’s wrong?”

Nothing at all, for once, he wordlessly responds. Smiles at you before he glances back outside, watching the sun begin to rise, as if its light promises everything he wants.

“Today’s gonna be good, baby,” he states, blue gaze so wild and bright he looks a little crazy. “I mean, I can see it. I can see our future when I close my eyes.”

It’s almost like he knows what’s coming, in the next moment. Maybe he does? Your souls are intertwined so close you wouldn’t really be surprised. “Well, looks to me like they’re wide open. Why you even gotta close ‘em?” you reply, stretching your arms out with a peaceful sigh. All set to break the news you would’ve shared with him last night, if only he hadn’t come home and fucked you so epically hard that you just went out like a light. “Stanley, I...”

“Shouldn’t have woken you up, actually,” he interrupts, somewhat unnaturally. Crosses the room toward the bed, to hold your head up, kiss you slow and deep. Then turns to leave. “Love you—sorry. Go back to sleep.”

You pause and blink your bleary eyes. “What? Why...?”

“...‘cause it’s a special day and I’m cooking up a surprise.”

Although that’s super cute... you don’t exactly like the thought of Stanley making food, to tell the truth. You almost puked, first time he tried. He has a lot of skills and virtues, but his cooking isn’t one of them, unfortunately. “Babe, I told you there’s no need to make a big deal of our second anniversary...”

“Yeah, but why’s that for you to decide?” he playfully retorts as he heads out the bedroom door. Shouting back at you down the hallway as he hastens away. “Besides, you’re gonna need something to build your strength up after getting fucked so good and hard last night. Stay put and don’t even try sneaking into the kitchen, alright?”

“Fine,” you sigh, figuring that you might as well listen. No harm letting your man do his thing in the kitchen. You just hope that he won’t be offended if you can’t hold down what he’s serving... especially now that your body’s especially prone to hurling, for reasons that he just unwittingly stopped you from sharing with him.

You can picture him trying to cook, looking so adorably domestic as fuck. So damn cute it hurts. Standing there over the counter in his fugly turtleneck shirt, glancing up every few seconds, just to make sure his girl doesn’t walk in on him while he’s busy at work.

Absentmindedly scratching at his lower back with his wandering fingers, as he shuffles over the cracked tile floor in his raggedy slippers. The ones that he stole from some random hotel years ago. Why he chooses to wear a long-sleeved shirt and slippers, when he can’t be bothered to put on a damn pair of knickers, even in the middle of winter... you don’t even know. It’s such a fucking Stanley thing to do, though.

You can picture the low-hanging hem of his shirt getting stuck in the top of his briefs as he scratches his back. While he just carries on with his business, oblivious, focused on whipping up some sad excuse for a breakfast that will most likely make you gag. Your man can’t cook for crap, and you’re certain that he’s well aware of that fact. So what gives? Where’s he going with this...? You wonder as you wait in bed, enamored with the image of him in your head.

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When he finally returns to the bedroom he’s holding a steaming white mug in his hand, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from grinning like a madman, for reasons that you can’t even begin to understand.

“Okay, listen, Y/N—before you say anything...”

You can already smell the unholy concoction he’s got in his cup, and you’re struggling so hard not to throw the fuck up. “Stan, is that what I think—”

“Hear me out,” he begs, squatting down next to the bed. For some reason he looks all at once shy and proud. “I want you to remember our first time together. The morning after.”

You nervously swallow and nod your head. He can’t really expect you to put that ‘breakfast’ in your mouth—doesn’t he know you’ll spit it right out? You just try to focus on the heartwarming words he just said. “Babe, you know I won’t ever forget. But is that...”

“Yes, it is. Kaminski’s specialty hot shit. The mess I used to make for Lion every day for breakfast. The only family that I ever had, until the day we met.”

You pause at that; is it just a coincidence now that he’s talking about you as family? Surely he knows somehow, what you’re about to tell him now. You want to just tell him already, so badly. “Stanley...”

“Just let me say this. Please,” he murmurs, shifting where he’s squatting on the floor, repositioning his knees. “Tonight I was thinking of taking you out to some nice swanky place I can’t even afford... would’ve tipped the waiter off to drop a little something in the fancy French champagne we ordered...”

Your heart stops as it hangs on his words. Why is he suddenly... down on one knee...

“But I thought maybe this would mean a little more,” he continues. “Baby, I cooked this for you, the first morning I ever woke to the most beautiful view... because a part of me already knew. I wanted you more than I’d ever wanted anything before. I was already fucking yours. I never would’ve made this crap for anyone but family—that shit’s sacred to me. And now I know, deep down, that’s what I always wanted you to be.”

“Stanley...”

“You had to dig through so much shit, inside of me, and stole my fucking heart right out of it. Still can’t believe you did. Still can’t believe you think I’m worth it. Scared I’ll wake up any second just to see that this was all some crazy dream.”

Your heart is bursting at the seams. “Believe it, baby. You’re worth everything to me. I’ll dig through all that shit again, if it means being with you in the end.”

He holds the cup out toward you like the treasure that it is. “That’s what it means. That’s what I’m asking you with this. Dig, baby, dig.”

You love this man so much more than you can believe. So much for him thinking that you would never touch him with a ten-foot stick. 

Your hand dives straight into the mess to find the ring and scream out yes. Stan smiles and wipes the excess stuff off on his sleeve, then slides it carefully onto your finger as you shower him with kisses. Honestly couldn’t be happier right now that someone else is here to witness.

And he needs to know it, right this fucking minute.

After he takes your newly bejeweled hand in his, blessing it with a kiss... you take his hand in yours and press it onto the surprise that you’ve been harboring inside. Your secret little Stanley. “So... you know I had something to tell you as well, right? I’m not the only one who’s so happy about this. Happy to be part of your family.”

His eyes go wide, the brightest light you’ve ever seen. “Y/N...! Y/N, does—does this mean...”

You answer with a smile as big as his, and seal the promise with a kiss. “Dream, baby, dream.”

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[thunder0-0sage]

Summerbolt (manga script) - chapter 6

CHAPTER 6: IN ORDER TO WIN!

 We see Ulura on the cover, wearing a seductive black dress, folding her hands with a villainous and proud smile while green lasers are exploding behind and around her.

‘Never underestimate the power of this dark queen!! It may just be the last thing you’ll ever do in this life, pathetic insects!!!’

  An icy-laser explosion erupts when the two ladies’ fists clash, enveloping everything in light as only the outlines of their faces can be seen, gritting their teeth against the other one.

‘Their clash continues!! Will the despotic empress overwhelm the kind princess or will things go the other way around, now that the fury of both of them is burning more than ever?!!?!’

They throw their opponent back and as the smoke starts disappearing, Ulura launches to Yuki first, hitting her in the back when many ice spikes emerge from there, cutting the black-haired tyrant’s hand multiple times, shocking her and making Yuki smile.

Yuki: ‘-I bet you didn’t see that coming, did you?!’ (turns around, kicking her in the stomach, rolling her aside and destroying the ground around them)

The baby doll envelopes her entire body in an armor of ice shards, jumping to Ulura and preparing for a next attack when hundreds of lasers are shot at her, destroying some of the ice and her opponent teleports in front of her with a laser blast, enveloped in her element as well.

Ulura: ‘-You’re gonna pay for that, dolly!!’

Nightsong slams a small laser sphere in Yuki’s chest, kicking her up and even though Iceflame blocks her attack, as she starts to fall down she sees with shock that the sphere explodes in lots of laser shots, hitting her many times over and crushing her in a tree, burning it.

When the smoke there disappears, the baby doll jumps ahead, having completely lost her armor but holding two samurai swords in her hands, clashing them with the wave of laser disks, sent to her by Ulura.

In a few seconds, Yuki envelopes herself in ice blades and starts spinning very fast, creating an ice-blade tornado, destroying all the disks, reaching her opponent before she can act and crushing her very hard in the ground for tens of meters.

Yuki: ‘-Ice deva: Frozen samurai blade typhoon!!!’ (what’s left of the yard is destroyed with that attack as Yuki lands nearby, receiving everyone’s ovations)

Hikaru, Seiren: ‘-That’s our girl!!!!’ (Ulura appears amidst the smoke with a terrifying mad expression, lots of lasers spinning around her)

Ulura: ‘-If that’s how we’re gonna play, I’m gonna get serious, too!!! (launches ahead, transforming into a large laser drill in the shape of a dragon’s head, hitting Yuki’s huge ice wall and destroying it completely, enveloping everything in light once again) LASER DEVA: PIERCING DRAGON DRILL!!!!’

Vega: ‘-What the hell happened?!!’

King: ‘-I don’t know!! I can’t see either!!!’

When the light disappears, everyone sees how Yuki’s on her knees with multiple wounds and Ulura is gripping her head, pulling out her hair with a dreadful pleased smile, shocking everyone.

Ulura: ‘-Do you get it now, kid? I’m the strongest and greatest one around here!!! Get it through that thick skull of yours!!! (screws her eyes, now even more villainous)

I think I’ll have to maim you some more to ensure you’ll never dear to oppose me again, though.’

Seiren: ‘-Stop it already, Ulura!!!’

Hikaru: ‘-The fight is over!! Leave her alone!!!’ (Ulura turns to them for a moment, her gaze filled with killing intent)

Ulura: ‘-Shut the fuck up, you bastards!! I’ll deal with you soon enough. (hears a noise, turning aside and seeing how Yuki is trying to release herself from her grip, making her laugh in a most hideous way once again) Well, well, well! Looks like you’ve still got some fighting spirit left in you! Now I definitely can’t let you leave with just a disgrace!’

Yuki: ‘-Don’t you dare … (she lifts her head, monstrous hate and decisiveness burning in her eyes) … touch them!!!’ (Ulura looks at her with confusion and then grins villainously)

Ulura: ‘-So you care about those two, huh? And what exactly are you gonna do to me if I hurt them? Pathetic half-dead insect!!! (starts pulling her hair even more) You’re nothing, do you hear me?! NOTHING!!!!’ (lets her go, slapping her and letting her fall on the ground)

Yuki: ‘-Okay … I’m sorry for bumping in you earlier. It wasn’t on purpose.’ (Ulura looks at her with confusion)

Ulura: ‘-Why are you saying that now? Your apology won’t change anything, don’t you get it?!’ (Yuki manages to stand on her feet once again, throwing what’s left of her uniform aside, dressed in nothing but her underwear, making all the boys in the crowd lose it totally, shouting as much as they can and looking at her with love)

Seiren: ‘-There can hardly be a more beautiful sight than this in the whole universe!!!’ Tokura: ‘-Well done, princess!! You’re looking great!!’

Hikaru: ‘-Complete idiots!!!’ (hits both of them in the head with a comical angry face while only then does Yuki notice how she looks, blushing a lot and covering the most beautiful parts of her body with her hands as best as she can)

Yuki: ‘-No, please! Don’t stare at me like that!!’ (laser typhoons start forming nearby and then we see the mad Ulura, ripping what’s left of her clothes, now also in her underwear, exploding in huge amounts of her deva from all sides)

Ulura: ‘-You’ve crossed the line now!!! I was maddened by your insult earlier but to try and compete with me on sex appeal is beyond words!!!! (the boys start shouting and whistling even louder, more comically in love than ever)

The boys: ‘-Ulura-samaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! We love you!!!! Take her down!!!’

Hikaru: ‘-Yuki! (Yuki turns to him) Don’t be afraid and don’t be ashamed of yourself!! You’re the strongest and cutest girl for me and always will be!!! SEND THE FUCKIN’ BITCH TO HELL!!!!’

Seiren: ‘-WE’VE GOT YOUR BACK, SO NAIL HER HARD!!!!’ (Yuki smiles decisively while Ulura becomes angrier by the second)

Yuki: ‘-You’ve got it, boys!!!’

Ulura: ‘-Time to die, baby doll!!!’

Vega: ‘-This fight must continue for an eternity!!! The sexiest girls ever are fighting half-naked, after all!!!’

Ulura: ‘-Laser deva …’ (an explosion of ice spikes and blades erupts in front of Ulura and Yuki jumps from there, shocking her opponent and the whole crowd)

Yuki: ‘-I’ll beat you up later, Vega!!’

Smacks a triumphant fist in Ulura’s chin, sending her tens of meters up, appearing above her from another icy explosion, falling down and covering both her hands in ice to the elbows.

A long ice blade emerges above her left hand’s wrist and her right fist is covered in lots of super-sharp ice needles, cutting the bitch with the blade and hitting her with her needle-fist in the chest, launching her back on the ground, creating an incredible explosion and a crater in the remains of the yard. Then we see the defeated Ulura’s shocked face.

Ulura: ‘-I … I lost … it can’t be!!!’ (Yuki lands nearby with a decisive smile as everyone starts cheering more happily than ever)

Yuki: ‘-This one was for you, boys.’

Hikaru, Seiren, Vega, King, Exo, Tokura: ‘-YOU WERE AWESOME, YUKIIIIIIIII!!!!!!’

Everyone from the crowd goes to the victor except for the members of Ulura’s class who go to take care of their broken dark queen, already crying from desperation and shame.

Student 1: ‘-Ul, are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?’ (lasers explode from Ulura’s eyes, launching her classmate many meters away with a huge laser shot)

Ulura: ‘-Shut the hell up, fuckin’ bastard!!!’

Student 1: ‘-But whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!!?’

Student 2: ‘-Come on. Let’s take her and get out of here. The battle’s over and she was made fun of, as was our class.’

Student 3: ‘-I doubt Nepalo will forgive her for this.’ (one of the boys takes her in his arms, walking aside with the rest of the class)

Ulura: ‘-Shut up … all of you … just shut up!! She … and her whole class … they’ll pay for this … !!’

As all the other students are about to reach Yuki, she blinks tiredly and falls, caught by Hikaru in the last moment, as their eyes meet, both of them smiling to each other.

Hikaru: ‘-You were great, Yu. I’m so proud of you.’

Yuki: ‘-Thanks.’ (Seiren lands next to the two, hugging both of them over the shoulder)

Seiren: ‘-Looks like our champion is a little too tired, huh?’ (Yuki nods barely, still smiling)

Yuki: ‘-Yeah. It was a tough battle.’

King: ‘-That was one hell of a fight, Yuki! I was totally blasted! You’re great, girl!!’ (Hikaru and Seiren help Yuki to get up again, leaning on both of them while the girls from their class gather around them)

Annabel: ‘-Don’t worry, Yuki. I’ll take care of you in no time! It’s the least I can do to thank you.’ (she holds both of Yuki’s hands and bluish-green energy goes from her body into the baby doll’s, confusing her while most of her wounds heal completely)

Yuki: ‘-Thank me? For what? I’m the one who should be thanking you.’

Annabel: ‘-Ulura was terrorizing everyone in school, including the people from her own class. Everyone hated her but till today no one had managed to beat her.’

Seiren: ‘-You changed everything today, Yu!! You stunned everyone!! That bitch will think twice before trying to lay her hands on someone from our school!!’

Exo: ‘-After all, her reputation crumbled completely. To be beaten by the new girl is the greatest shame ever for someone like her.’ (Tokura moves closer to Yuki with a perverted smile)

Tokura: ‘-And besides, you showed everyone you’re sexier than her, on all levels!!’ (Yuki blushes and covers her body once again while the boys start beating up Tokura before he can react, dragging him back)

Yuki: ‘-Are you ever gonna stop staring at me like that?!!’

Seiren: ‘-Breasts, ass, legs, hands, belly … there’s a lot of potential in you, alright.’ (Yuki screams, most ashamed and all red)

Yuki: ‘-Stop discussing my body!!!!’

The boys catch up to the girl’s group as King drags the beaten up Tokura behind him while some of the girls give Yuki their clothes to cover herself up and then everyone else from the school jumps to her. They’re all congratulating or thanking her while she scratches her head with a shy smile, turning to different people asking her different things at the time.

Yuki: ‘-No, I haven’t done anything so special, really. I just … (an orb of light appears above the yard, exploding in flames and a phoenix comes out of it, spreading its wings with a loud noise, terrifying everyone, running in different directions from panic)

Huh?! What is that?!! Is that a phoenix?!’

Exo: ‘-It’s the headmasteeeeer!!! I told you guys we’re all gonna die and it’s definitely gonna be today!!!’ (everyone looks at each other with desperation while the creature lands on the ground, screwing its eyes in a threatening way)

‘The students’ greatest nightmare has appeared!! What will the punishment for the wild bunch lead by Yuki be?!!’

 THE END

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