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faux-ecrivain · 3 months
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What kinda yan would utterly adore a werewolf reader
(Good question and Thank you for the request/ask Anon number 7)
(Twentieth Official Post)
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Yan Crossdresser; would have mixed feelings, because he loves brushing your fur when you turn, but you make such a mess, you’re always shedding hair and sometimes you destroy furniture. Which really irritates him, because he may be well-off but his money isn’t endless. Usually when you starts misbehaving (ie destroying furniture, waking up the neighbors, digging up yards and etc) he punishes you with the dog house. That’s right, he’ll put you in a large doghouse and keep you in there until you’ve learned your lesson. So, usually when you turn he has a leash and collar close by (at all times).
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Yan Neko; absolutely hates it when you turn, mostly because you’re a large dog and you bark at him whenever you turn. But, also because you chase him around and start fights with him. He also hates dogs, like any dogs. Usually when you turn he starts hissing at you and growling, he’ll even snarl at you and if you don’t get away from him (and stay far away) then the claws will come out, and he’ll attack you. Which happens very time you turn and usually ends up with the two of you in a whole lot of pain..
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Yan Idol; before he’s abducted you;wouldn’t have any strong feelings toward this revelation, but he will try to take care of you and prevent your secret from getting out| After he’s abducted you; he would hold it over your head and insist that by keeping you imprisoned in his home, he’s keeping you and everyone else safe. And when you’ve turned he usually has you chained up and muzzled, this is because whenever you transform you have a habit of trying to attack him, and since he has no desire to be mauled, he’ll try to stay as far as possible. Of course, he’ll still take care of you, but he’s not going near you (no matter how much he wants to cuddle you large furry body!) Does he adore it? Yes, he does, but he hates punishing you.
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Yan Baby-sitter; He’s be in even more awe of you. Not only do you have some sort of supernatural ability to save him from demons, but you’re an actual supernatural being! He’d pamper you, if you’re hungry when you’ve transform he’ll hunt you the best meals (which you gleefully devour)! If you’re tired then he’ll fluff your pillows and cover you in the largest, comfiest  blanket he can find (he’ll swaddle you in a blanket and wrap it around you so tight, that you won’t be able to slash at him). If you’re in a playful mood, he’ll play whatever game you want (even chase, which usually means he gets chased by you because he keeps hugging you, but eh to him it’s the same thing)! So, I would say that Yan Baby-sitter would be the most likely to adore you!
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Yan Cheater; He’ll use it to bribe you, although it doesn’t work very well (because in his world werewolves aren’t real), but it won’t stop him. Plus, when you do transform he goes out of his way to incapacitate you (usually with a form of food or pets!) and take care of you. He tries to show you that he can take care of you and that you should get back with him, because he really does love you (no he doesn’t). He tries his best to be kind to you, but your disobedience and animalistic behavior does irritate him and often causes him to punish you (typically by feeding you flavorless dog food, locking you up in a dog cage and by taking away your toys.). Does he adore your werewolfness? He thinks it’s cute, but views it as a bit of a nuisance (this is because you like to try and bite him when he comes near you).
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Yan Reader; His favorite author is a werewolf? And he’s the only that knows? Wow! That must mean you trust him, right?! He finds your werewolf form super cute! How does he know about it? Well, he installed cameras in your house some time ago, so he can see everything that happens in your home. Anyways, he desperately wishes to be beside you and to support you throughout your temporary change, but he doesn’t want to scare you, so he sends gifts that he hopes will help you out during your transformation. Does he adore it? Yes, he does.
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Yan Roommate; thinks that your werewolf instincts might explain your overprotective behavior and since He wants to show you his gratitude, he takes care of you during you time as a werewolf. He brushes your fur, feeds you fulfilling meals and makes sure that no one outside your apartment takes notice of your strange behavior or the howls you release when you’re hungry. Does he adore it? Somewhat, he thinks your fur is soft and he loves brushing through it (it’s calming to him). He wonders if your kids know..
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Yan Neighbor; Well, when he had you he found your werewolfen tendencies to be a nuisance as you’re a very destructive dog. He contemplates locking you away for the duration of your transformation, but knows that doing so would be counterproductive. Which causes him to tolerate your change and take care of you during it. Does he adore it? No, not really, he isn’t a big fan of dogs and only takes care of you for your approval.
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Yan Emperor; He thinks it’s adorable and he holds it over your add, he knows that the nobles would further disapprove of your affliction and he knows you’ll do anything to keep it a secret. So, whenever you’re on the verge of transforming he’ll invite you over and will watch as you struggle to prevent your transformation. Of course, since he doesn’t want anyone to know about your curse, he’ll lend you a room to stay in and will make an excuse for whatever noble dares to inquire about you. Then when you do transform he’ll go to your room (after you’ve calmed down that is) and begin to drown you in affection. He’ll make you very uncomfortable, because even in your wolf form he’s always touching you (usually he’s petting your ears, rubbing your belly or brushing your fur). Not to mention, your pretty sure he has a strange attachment to your wolf form (mostly because he views it as a sign of strength and it means you’ll be able to defend him and any children you might have. Even though he’s perfectly capable of doing that). Does he adore it? Absolutely, he likes big animals and has many paintings with you sitting by his side in your wolf form. He even gifted you a diamond studded leash (one that’s your favorite color of course) and a matching leash (yes, he walks you around the grounds with that leash and if anyone asks, he says it’s his pet wolf).
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Yan Duke (a character not yet written); He adores most animals and already admires you because you’re a General, and have won many wars. But, to learn that you’ve been undergoing such an affliction whilst maintaining your pride ,and ignoring all the ignorant remarks from other nobles, well he thinks you’re an amazing person. His admiration for you is upped by ten and he enjoys running his hands through fur. One of his favorite pastimes would be brushing your fur, he’s gentle, of course, and often spoils you with snout kisses. He has a whole room dedicated for you to use when you transform, it’s a cushy room with all the necessities your little doggy heart could ever want. Does he adore it? Yep, he loves it and often has you sleep on his bed when you transform.
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1950s Househusband (yes, it he is a yan); He was surprised, his cute next door neighbor is a werewolf? He didn’t expect that, but he doesn’t mind. He’a actually quite happy to learn such a secret about you, he’s even more gleeful to learn that your trust him enough with this information. When you do transform, he goes out of his way to take care of you. He’ll pat your head, rub your belly, brush your fur and fed you gourmet meals. Although, he does get a bit upset when you jump on the furniture and shed your fur. He even scolds you, although he doesn’t mean anything when he says it. Does he adore it? Not initially, he was a bit turned off by it (he’s not a big fan of furry animals that shed), but he grew to appreciate that quirky trait or yours. Now he has no qualms about coming over and helping you through the whole process, although he has to work extra hard to keep his spouse from finding out about it.
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Yan fickle ex-boyfriend; He wants nothing to do with you, sure he says he loves you, but he won’t be there if you need him during the transformation. However, if you do transform in front of him and you won’t let him leave (for whatever reason, maybe you’re extra possessive in wolf form or maybe you’re scared he’ll reveal your secret), and he has no choice but to take care of you, then he’ll do it. Reluctantly he’ll take care of you, but only because there’s a chance you can bite his hand off and he doesn’t want that. However, when you’re back to normal, he’ll go back to trying  to get revenge on you. (He won’t use your wolf form against you, because no one’s going to believe him.) Foes he adore it? Not really, he doesn’t care for you and only bothers you because he has control issues.
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Yan Darling; He thinks it’s a cute bonus, he likes to braid your fur and put you in cute dog clothes. When you transform he won’t let anything make you uncomfortable and will only give you the best. After all, you’re his savior and he wants you to know how much he appreciates everything you do. He’ll have you sleep in his bed and he’ll take you on walks. Of course, he pouts when you turn back to normal, mostly because he doesn’t get to dote on you anymore (human you doesn’t like any extra attention). Does he adore it? Absolutely, he loves it and if he had his way, he’d keep you like that for a longer amount of time!
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As for a Yan made specifically for a werewolf reader, well it would have to be a Yan that’s into a werewolf reader. It’d have to be a Yan that’s into the supernatural and would absolutely utterly adore having a werewolf lover. Especially if you spent all your transformation with him and every other wolf related moment with him. A Yan that’s into the supernatural would probably go out of their way to please a werewolf reader. The Yan would probably gift you collars, dog toys, Gourmet food and everything a little (large) wolf dog would enjoy!
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Bonus; What the Yans would call werewolf reader;
Yan Crossdresser; would call you my adorable furry little/giant baby and give you ear scratches
Yan Neko; would snarl and call you a filthy disgusting pathetic little mutt then start a fight with you 
Yan Idol; would call you my cute little wolf, but wouldn’t go near you
Yan Baby-sitter; My wonderful/adorable furbaby and would attempt to hug you only for you to growl at him
Yan Cheater; calls you a bad dog when you misbehave and calls you a good dog when you behave
Yan Reader; would never be able to call you anything, but if he could then he’d call you my cute fuzzy friend
Yan Roommate; would call you my big fuzzy baby (even though you aren’t one)
Yan Neighbor; would call you a nuisance dog and lament about the fur your shedding
Yan Emperor; would call you my cute little mutt and my adorable little angel, my strong little furbaby and would just generally call you a good wolf
Yan Duke; would probably call you a good doggo, would also call you my favorite little buddy and my cute cuddly little mutt
1950s Househusband; would also call you a good dog when you behave and a bad dog when you misbehave, but would also call you the cutest wolf in existence 
Yan fickle ex-boyfriend; would simply call you a mutt and get mad at you because you tore up his favorite pillow
Yan Darling; would call you his biggest baby and would call you a furbaby, if he’s mad he’ll call you a bad wolf and lecture you about being on your best behavior
Yan Fan of the Supernatural; would call you the cutest wolf ever and would try to domesticate you every time they saw you
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(Yes, the Yans are intent on domesticating you and yes they do have a dog bowl with your name on it.)
(I hope this fit your request and I apologize if it wasn’t very well written.)
(Hope you enjoyed this, it took me like 3-4 hours to write and I’m kind of proud of it.)
(Anthony wasn’t here and Samuel wasn’t here because they aren’t technically yanderes.)
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jarofstyles · 1 year
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Reaper 4
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Hello my loves! Here is part 4 to Reaper! Pleaseeee let us know what you think!
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Warnings: violence(some detailed), angst, mention of panic attack, stalking, blood, asshole Harry, etc!
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Today started off just like any other day for Bunny.
She and Harry had a bit of a morning routine that blossomed in the days they’d spent together. They’d wake up around the same time and Harry would silently pad into the kitchen and make her a cup of tea before she came to cook the two of them breakfast.
Since their moment in the kitchen, there was an unspoken tension that made every interaction that much more exciting. Y/N had of course been on her best behavior, not wanting to risk anything. Not even allowing herself to give him an extra kiss when he dropped her off at class.
Today was different though.
Harry had some business to take care of at the shop so he escorted her to class on his bike while she drove in her car. He’d told her a prospect was going to be there after class to follow her around town while she ran any errands she had been putting off and that he would meet her at the clubhouse at 6.
The news had left her slightly disappointed, but she knew she couldn’t be greedy with his time and attention no matter how needy she’d been feeling these past few days. She’d see him in the evening— it was the weekend as well. Y/N just needed to toughen up. She used to do this alone, didn’t she?
So naturally, when Y/N saw a pink post-it note stuck to her stirring wheel she thought it was a note from Harry. She had thought he wanted to surprise her, leave her with something since she wouldn’t be getting her after-school kiss.
She couldn’t have been more wrong.
“Don’t you like playing with me, Y/N? You shouldn’t have betrayed me, you’re not safe with that scumbag. It’s okay, you’ll learn.
Ps. Thank you for the gift. You smell divine.”
Suddenly there was no air to breathe in her car. She checked the backseat and instantly locked the doors, the most unsettling feeling overcame her stomach. She couldn’t stop reading the note over and over.
He’d gotten into her car without setting off the alarm. Without the prospect seeing him. He’d been here, watching her with Harry.
With shaky hands, she reached for her phone, not even sure if she’d be able to get a word out, but she knew she had to call him. She promised she would.
“H-Harry…” Bunny didn’t realize she had started crying. “H-he,” Her breaths came out heavily, “he was in my car.”
Harry had picked up the phone, thinking it was her usual check-in. He had been finishing up paperwork in the office, sending invoices when he heard her ringtone and picked the phone up.
Immediately he knew something was wrong. Her cries had filled his ear and raised the alarm bells, but when what she said hit him, he stood up.
“What do you mean he was in your car?” He said lowly, walking towards the door. “What happened? When?” His head was spinning. Of course, they’d wanted to lure him out and catch him- but he hadn’t planned on boldness like this.
“There’s- there’s a note and he knows we’re together. He was in here, Harry. He took my chapstick. It was locked, it was locked and I had the key the whole time.” She stuttered, her sniffles infuriating him.
“Where the fuck is Cricket?” He snarled, stalking down the stairs from his office. Everyone in the garage turned and looked away from him as they knew that stomp wasn’t anything good. Harry felt rage burning in his gut- the prospect was supposed to be watching the car, watching her. Keeping an eye out. He should have approached, taken photos, anything except be silent.
“I don’t know. I don’t see his bike.” She said, sobering as she realized- he had left. The prospect had left her alone and in danger, she hadn’t been safe the whole time.
“He left?” Harry stopped as he got to his bike, the hot rage boiling in his blood. “He…. Fuck.” He hissed, throwing his leg over his bike. “Lock the doors, now. Stay in that car. Don’t open the door for anyone, and don’t touch the note. Stay there, Bunny. Do you understand me?” His snarl wasn’t the most comforting thing but right now all he could focus on was the anger. The panic in his chest. She had been left alone. Thank god she had gotten to her car unscathed, but what if she hadn’t?
It would be his fault. His fault for leaving an idiot prospect in charge of her. Viper had told him he had been capable and while he was a little immature, could handle a task like that.
He would be very regretful he left his post when Reaper got his hands on him.
“I’m on my way.” His cold tone was cut by the roar of his bike coming on. “Do as I said. Don’t fucking move.”
She couldn’t even if she wanted to.
She was frozen, body still in shock. Before she had been able to ignore the sick feeling in her stomach, brush things off, but this was real. She couldn’t deny this, there was no other answer. He made it loud and clear.
The only thing that was keeping her grounded at the moment were the hot tears that trickled down her cheeks. What was she going to do? Who’s to say he wasn’t watching her now? What if he had a tracker? A camera?
It was hard to keep herself relaxed when all she could do was sit still and wait. The silence in the car was deafening, blocking all the sound from outside, all she could hear was the sound of her heart drilling in her ears.
Harry broke what he was sure were a lot of traffic laws trying to get to him, the internal rage building and building as the ride got closer. Usually riding made his anger dwindle, at least to an acceptable level- but with the idea of Bunny in danger?
It only made it worse.
His vision was tinted in red. For this creep who was stalking her, for Cricket, for himself. He couldn’t just trust anyone with her. No one without a patch was watching her from now on. The fucker better have been dying to have left his post, and even that wasn’t something he would be happy about accepting.
His bike tore into the parking lot, the loud roar of it turning a few heads as he appeared right next to her car. The helmet was ripped off of his head, tossed to the side as he got off.
“Open the door.”
Y/N jumped up a bit, having zoned out in a spiral of thoughts. She felt relieved that Harry was here, but right now he wasn’t the Harry she had grown comfortable with. This Harry looked like he was about to rip someone’s head off.
Clicking the button she let him pull open the door, not wanting to touch the handle in case there were any prints on it. However, if this man could break into her car without setting off the alarm she was sure he was smart enough to rid the car of any evidence.
Wiping her face quickly she locked eyes with him, trying to find some kind of comfort in them but all she managed to find was rage. Sure it wasn’t directed at her, but all she needed right now was a hug.
“Let me see the note.” He placed his hand over her shoulder, lowering his head to dip into the car. Her tears only infuriated him more.
Her shaky hand handed the note to him, watching his eyes scan over the handwriting. It disgusted him. Enraged him. Took everything in him to not rip it or crumble it up, instead tucking it into his pocket as his hand shook with the anger. He was having a hard time controlling himself.
“I can’t wait to send this fucker to hell.” He spit, clutching her car door as he scanned the parking lot. “I don’t know where Cricket went, but trust me, he will be dealt with. We need… we need to get to the fucking clubhouse.” He looked down at her. “Are you okay to drive?”
He would leave his bike here for now if need be. His head was scrambled and not right. When Harry got angry like this, he had a one-track mind, and it was focused on revenge. Finding this guy. “Need to get Wiz to scan your car for a tracker again. And I need to warn Viper that the prospect is going to be hospitalized at the very fucking least, and stripped of his consideration.”
“Drive?” She asked almost as if she didn’t believe he was asking her the question. Y/N was not in the state to drive. She was barely in a state to think, not having registered much of what Harry was saying to her.
“N-no, I wanna go home.”
It was the first time she had ever asked him for something, but she just wanted to feel safe again. Bunny thought her house was safe, it wasn’t. Thought her classes were safe, in public, they weren’t. Her car wasn’t safe now either. The only place she felt safe was at Harry’s, with him there.
Y/N wasn’t sure what answer to expect from him, but she was hoping he wouldn’t give her the same tone he had been speaking to her with. It was so unfamiliar, it felt like it wasn’t meant for her to hear.
“I know you do.” He said lowly. “But we need to get ahead of this shit, Y/N.”
Using her name like that seemed to make her upset but he was too irritated with the situation to clock it at the current moment. The red rage had been running up in his body and he was blinded by the need to take care of the logistical things first.
“Move to the passenger side.” He moved to his bike, not giving her the option to talk back as he grabbed his shit from the saddle bags and shoved it into her backseat. His irritation was palpable, his jaw sore from how hard he had been clenching but he needed it. He needed her to be safe and he needed to take revenge for her.
She was quiet as he sat down in the driver's seat, starting it up and backing out with a vengeance. He knew he was being a bit reckless but he wanted them out of there. He had a feeling that the fucker was waiting in the shadows, watching. He felt it on the back of his neck when he arrived.
Y/N wished she never left the bed this morning, but she knew that this was inevitable. The shoe had dropped and any happiness she had found in the past few days had been snatched up from under her. She was naive to believe it wouldn’t happen so quickly, it left her feeling even more helpless than she had when she first called Harry.
The last thing she wanted to do was get in the way of him finding the man who did this, but what would happen to her in the process? She had already caught herself getting nervous whenever she was outside of the house, already feeling paranoid even in the safety of Harry’s home.
She thought it was normal considering the spot she was in and Harry had been such a good at distraction. She was stupid to think that he would be attentive when it came to her feelings. To assume he could read her in times like these. It wasn’t in his nature. She knew that.
Bunny couldn’t stop toying with the zipper of her bag, unraveling the strings stitched into the fabric, mindlessly staring into a point in the dashboard. She wouldn’t feel anything if she just shut it off for a bit.
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Pulling up to the clubhouse, he could still feel his rage simmering. Like in a pot ready to boil over, but trying his hardest not to go full on because Bunny was in the car.
“You’re safe here.” He reminded her as he turned off the car, looking at her. She looked a bit pale for her complexion, a little sickly, but he imagined she was probably upset too. He would deal with it later, and figure out how to make her feel safer. Right now? He was on a mission.
One of the traits Harry knew he had was a one-track mind. He wanted to get ahead of this before it got worse, wanted to find the man. There were cameras in the parking lot and he hoped Wiz could figure out how to hack into them.
His hand wrapped around Bunny’s stiff one as he nearly dragged her into the clubhouse, the slam of the door alerting the brothers that were here that he had arrived. And he wasn’t happy.
“Someone better fucking tell me that Cricket is dead.” He said lowly. “And if he isn’t? He will be soon.” His voice was ice, frosting up the room as the other prospects stiffened up. “No more patchless fuckers watching my girl. Where the fuck is Viper?”
“Right here, brother.” The tall man walked into the room with a brow raised, arms crossed over his chest. “What the fuck’s your problem?” He asked, looking between Reaper and Bunny. “You okay, little rabbit?” His demeanor softened as he could see she was in a state, but Harry beat her to it.
“Course she fucking isn’t. Cricket fucked off and the creep left a note in her car. Her locked car.” He snarled. “Where is Wiz? I need him to check the cameras and her fucking car to make sure the son of a bitch hasn’t put shit on it.” He felt like a caged dog, nowhere to put this aggression he felt. “Just letting you know, the kid is getting his ass kicked. Hope to fuck he doesn’t show up here again.”
Viper agreed with Harry on this one. The club had vowed to protect their own and Bunny was their top priority— if anyone left her in danger, prospect or not, they’d be punished.
The club was used to seeing Harry in this state, to them, this was perfectly normal and they handled him with ease. They knew what not to say and how to say things the right way to keep him as relaxed as they could, but no one could ever curb his aggression.
“I’ll send Wiz out now.” Viper nodded, knowing better than to tell the Reaper to calm down though he wanted to for the sake of the girl standing beside him. There had been a few occasions where they had tried to contain him, but each time ended in hospital visits… that one time, death.
It was better not to get in his way when he saw red. Once his mind was set on someone, they rarely made it out alive. He fought to kill. It’s why they called him Reaper.
“Wait- Cricket?” Bulldog raised a brow. “The boy’s in one of the rooms out back. Brought a girl back- probably doing god knows what. Didn’t know he was supposed to be on duty for Bunny.”
Harry’s head whipped to the side, looking at Bulldog with his cold eyes. Bunny, unlike the rest of them, was not used to seeing this from him. As much as she knew he wasn’t ever going to harm her? It was a bit scary. The temperature in the room went down a few degrees as she looked at him.
So beautiful, so so angry. He was like a carved marble statue with his sharp lines and hard eyes, the only indications he wasn’t being the stubble and the scars.
“He left post for some fucking pussy?” He hissed, breathing picking up. His face was something she hadn’t ever seen, a new side of him. “Viper? Will you keep Bunny company for a moment?” He asked, the red clouding his vision again.
“Sure, brother.” He gently motioned for her to come over to him, though when Harry stalked off wordlessly she went to follow. “No, no. You don’t want to see him like that, little rabbit. Trust me.”
Harry was ruthless, and there was supposed to be a pact in this brotherhood. Had she gotten physically harmed? Harry would kill him.
The metal door swung open with a bang, the sound of a girl’s shriek was the last thing Y/N heard when she and Viper turned the corner.
Harry was snarling, eyes zeroing in on the motherfucker he’d left to take care of his precious Bunny. He walked over and used his last speck of patients on the young woman before him.
“If you give a fuck about your mental health, get out of here.” He commanded, breath still heavy and laced with anger. Harry knew she had nothing to do with this, this cocky prospect thought he could reap the benefits of the club having shit to show for it.
The girl simply nodded and ran towards the door, snatching her clothes up from the floor on the way out.
“You leave my woman for some pussy?” He said lowly. Harry could feel some of his brothers come up from behind him, knowing they’d pull him off when he’s had enough- but seeing the shocked look on the man’s face really didn’t help. He scrambled up from the bed and backed up as Harry stalked towards him.
“Left her all alone while the fucking creep following her left notes in her car?” He tilted his head, irritation floating through his system. “Decided to be a selfish fuck and abandon your post that Viper assigned you, have the Fuckin’ balls to come back and use a room you aren’t even patched in to use?” His hand wrapped around the man’s throat, not caring about his lack of clothing besides boxers.
“I- I didn’t think it would be a big deal!” He squeaked like a stupid rat, Harry’s hand slamming him up against the wall. “No one has shown up for days!”
“That’s what we wanted, you worthless piece of shit.” Harry spit. “The freak got into my woman’s car. Left her a note. Went through her shit. Had the time to do that because you found some subpar pussy and fucked off. You think you’re going to get patched in now?” His humorless laugh echoed in the room.
“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again-” he choked as Harry’s grip on his throat tightened. The man was terrifying, eyes so dark they didn’t even look the green they usually were. They all had a clue where he got his road name from, but being in the Reaper’s warpath was not something anyone wanted.
“You think…” He tightened, “I give,” tighter, “a fuck?” Harry watched as the man squirmed, his face changing color from the lack of oxygen. “You’re lucky that I’m even letting you breathe again.” Harry spat in the man’s face, only then letting go.
He moved his hand to grab the back of Cricket’s head by his hair, slamming his face into the wall with one swift movement. He picked his head back up only to repeat the motion, chuckling as the man groaned in pain.
“How pathetic. You think this is some hot shot club? Isn’t a fucking game?” Harry pulled his head back again, the man screaming in his grip.
“I kill people like you every day. I don’t care.” He pulled him back, tugging roughly at his hair before throwing him over the back of the bed.
Harry knew he needed to get out of there before he killed the guy, he already struggled with letting go when he was choking him.
Bunny could hear the screams, sitting stiffly at the bar as Viper handed her some water.
“Don’t focus on that.” He said quietly, breaking her focus. “The good news is, if there are any cameras nearby, Wiz will be able to get into the feed and we’ll have eyes on him. I’m sorry though.” He sighed.
The older man obviously felt bad that she had to go through shit like this. And the fact Reaper was being… Reaper.
“My car was locked.” She said quietly, swirling her straw around the water. “I double-check every single day. Even before this, I locked it. I don’t know how he could have gotten in.” It was something she was focusing on.
“Unfortunately there are ways, darlin’. That’s why we’re gonna make sure you aren’t unattended today. We don’t allow people like that in the club. They can do what they want on their own time… but abandoning a post, watching a brother’s woman for some….” He paused. “Sex? It’s fucked up. No other way to put it. Can’t blame Reaper for taking care of him.”
“Will he kill him?” Y/N peeped quietly, unsure if she wanted to know the answer. She was aware he had said he had before but hearing it and being near where it potentially could be happening were two different things. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it.
“Nah. He probably wants to but it isn’t worth it to him. The feds, all of that. If the creep had gotten to you physically, yeah. I’d probably help him. But he’s just getting kicked out and his ass kicked.”
Y/N could understand why Viper was the boss now. He was level-headed, stuck to his morals, knew how to handle people. She was already feeling better than she had when she arrived, but now a different feeling was creeping in.
Viper’s eyes shifted to look behind her just as she felt a presence coming up from behind.
Harry didn’t want to touch her, not when his hand were covered in blood. Instead, he shuffled past them to the sink, washing his hands as tried to ground himself from his rage.
He was still breathing heavily, adrenaline pumping through his body. Harry really would have done severe brain damage if the guys hadn’t pulled him off. Fucker learned his lesson. Would never show up or snitch. For his sake, Harry hoped he knew better.
Bunny busied herself with drinking water, making herself small in the seat in hopes that he would pity her in this state.
He looked feral.
She had never seen him like this. Washing blood off of his hands, heavy breathing, stiff as a board. Part of her wanted to reach out and touch him, try and comfort him- but she knew better.
There was no comfort from this. He was angry and it radiated off of him in waves.
“Did Wiz find anything?” He grunted.
“Wiz did, thank you very much.” The man himself walked in, glasses perched on his nose as he placed the laptop on the bar in front of Bunny. Harry crowded behind her, hovering over her with his arm leaning on the wood top.
The footage began to play. A man, thin and willowy approached the car. A hood and mask disrupted the look, making sure that you couldn’t make out his full face. He took out a key fob and clicked it, opening her car.
“Do you have two keys?” Wiz asked. “I know the dealer will offer a spare and I’m just assuming that maybe since he had gotten into your home, he found it.” She could tell it looked something very similar to hers. But with the grainy footage, he couldn’t tell.
“Yeah…” Y/N sighed, realizing where she had the key stored away. “In my ma’s beside table.” The thought made her feel physically ill. This guy had snooped not just in her room but her mothers?
This man was stooping to new lows with every item of information she learned about him.
“W-what else do you think he has?” Bunny asked, “I really don’t want her getting hurt—“ She had already told her mother about the situation back when she first moved to Harry’s. It’s a shame her mother understood far too well.
Her dad was once a Devil’s Keeper too.
“We can come around and arrange new security for your place, can get Saw to install some new locks, and maybe even get those windows properly secured.” Viper offered up with no hesitation. “We won’t let either of you get hurt, little rabbit. We’re taking care of her too.”
“It’s not her he’s after,” Harry grunted, flexing his hands. They stung a little but it was numbed by the information he just got. He had a key to her damn car.
“No more of your car. You’ll take one of mine.” He decided then and there. “We’ll leave it here.” They could have someone drop them off at home and he’d get Bulldog to grab his bike for him and drive it back.
When she looked at him, he expected an argument. “No arguments. If he can get in there, he can hide in the back. We can’t do that, Y/N.” Again, her real name. It felt so impersonal it made her recoil, the harshness of his tone. Like he had been expecting her to be sassing him and fighting it.
“Relax, Reaper. I know you’re worked up but you’ve got to remember who you’re talking to.” Viper warned. Harry did not listen. Instead, he walked off to find keys for one of their cars. His headspace was not one of comfort right now. It was of rage and coming down from a beating he wished could have been a murder. But whatever.
“Let’s go. We’re going home.” Harry muttered as if it was an order, waiting for Bunny to start walking towards the garage. He didn’t need viper on his case now too.
Y/N bit her tongue. Giving a look to viper that signaled she’d be alright and began walking towards the garage without paying any attention to Harry. It was not time for snarky remarks and being a brat— she knew she wouldn’t be happy with anything he said while in this headspace.
So she sat silently the entire ride home, letting Harry calm down while the faint sounds of deftones came through the speakers.
What was he thinking? Was he so blinded by his rage that he forgot all that they were? Or was this him showing his true colors? Y/N didn’t want to think the worst of him, for a long time, she had been the only one fighting his corner besides Sterling. Maybe he just didn’t realize it.
—-
They arrived back at his place, Harry shuffling her inside before arming the security system. He was irritated and tired and he needed a fucking shower desperately.
“Please go eat something.” His tone had softened its bite, but he was still in his own head. “I’m taking a shower. I’ll be back.”
His thoughts were focused on the creep. The man stalking her. How he could ruin him, end up. Beating up Cricket hadn't even quenched his thirst for how badly he wanted to ruin him, how he wanted to make him suffer. He wanted him to feel even more terrified than Bunny had been.
The phone call had sent panic up his spine. Knowing she was vulnerable with that man… wasn’t part of the plan. Sure, they were trying to draw him out. But not when she was unprotected.
He let the shower relax some of his muscles as the sweat, grease and leftover blood swirled down the drain leaving his skin bare. His hands flexed, seeing the new bruises and wounds but not really caring. He would take on worse to take vengeance.
The steamy bathroom was his hiding place for a few minutes as he got ready to go back out there. To see Bunny. The guilt he felt wallowed up in his throat, knowing that he hadn’t pushed harder for better people to protect her. The softness of his sweatpants moved up his leg, he plotted how to proceed. How she wasn’t going to like that he wanted to keep her under even more strict protection.
In all honesty, Bunny didn’t know what to think.
She couldn’t remember when exactly he started talking to her, the sound of her own thoughts far too loud to register the sound of Harry’s low rumble.
“Are you listening?” He asked, his shift in tone snapping Y/N out of her bubble.
“Sorry.” She muttered, adjusting her spot on the couch. Y/N had spent the last half an hour sitting on the couch staring off into the one book that was off-center on his shelf. It didn’t really matter what she was looking at when she was going on and on, thinking about what she could have done to have this happen to her.
She knew the answer was nothing. This sick fuck was after her and now it was a game.
“Did you eat?” He questioned, letting out a sigh as she shook her head no. “Y/N, it’s not the time—“
He paused as she looked a bit sick. He had wanted to snap again, get angry she wasn’t taking care of herself. Not only did he feel like an all-around failure but he felt anger towards the man following her, anger towards the ex-prospect he had beaten to a pulp, and anger at the world. But he saw that look, the faraway look on her soft face that didn’t belong there.
“Hey.” He softened his tone. “You need to eat something at least. I’ll grab something for you but you need to take care of yourself. Don’t let this fucker take away this part of your power.”
It was awkward. Harry wasn’t the comforting type, nor did he know how to apologize for being angry at her when he knew realistically it wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know the dangers of the world, she didn’t know how truly serious this shit could be.
But he also was angry because she hadn’t wanted to reach out to him. Even at the first sign of something off he would want that. But she was afraid he would get mad? Yell at her. He hadn’t done much to show her any different.
The conflicting emotions and thoughts made his headache, the sting making him pinch the spot between his brows as he leaned his head down.
“I’m making a frozen pizza. The stuffed crust one. You’ll eat some”.
In a weird way, it was him showing affection. Knowing that it was a guilty pleasure of hers, despite how nongourmet it was. They’d gotten one at the store, and he couldn’t think of a more appropriate time.
She didn’t want the stupid frozen pizza.
Any other day she would have leaped at the idea, might have gobbled up the whole pie all on her own but right now she felt more like a caged animal, and not in the way Harry had. It was like he’d been feeding her, watching her before bedtime without addressing anything.
Like how he’d been calling her by her name so comfortably as if he’d been doing it his whole life. Or how he shut her up to focus on pinning his rage on some horny prospect who failed at doing his one job.
The sound of the plate against the coffee table once again pulled her from her thoughts. Y/N almost couldn’t believe she’d been sitting in the same position long enough for the pizza to cook.
Y/N looked up at his expectant face, waiting for her to take a bite. She swore it was the same guy from this morning. The same guy who she slept beside every night, who had kissed her forehead before class, the same guy whose cock she sucked just a few feet from where she was sitting now.
She didn’t think it would bother her now if he had shown even a hint of pity for her. A simple touch.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“I want you to eat.”
He felt uncomfortable. It was rare for him, considering the shit he had dealt with had made him a bit unshakable. He was uncomfortable with how she looked like she was staring into the void, avoiding his eyes, quiet as a mouse. She was never quiet. She always was making noise, banging pots in the kitchen, giggling at her phone, talking to him about a show or school… Doing… something.
Bunny wasn’t quiet.
“You’re worrying me. It’s your favorite and you haven’t eaten since breakfast which was a banana.” He remembered her grabbing one on the way out. His face was one of concern, brows furrowed together as he tried to figure out how to get her to just eat and soothe a few of his nerves.
She could only shake her head, not trusting her voice to answer as her eyes started to well up with tears. It would be a snarky remark anyway, wouldn’t help with the situation. He was worried, but she felt like it was for all the wrong reasons.
Taking in a shaky breath she got up, quickly making her way toward the bedroom to have a moment to herself. She didn’t want to cry in front of him again, to think she was weak. It had been hours since the incident but the gut-wrenching feeling hadn’t eased up. She was on edge, her body beginning to shake as the tears she had been holding back finally freed themselves.
Y/N sank down against the door, a violent sob ripping through her. The reality was this wasn’t going to end soon, that this would get worse before it got better, and Harry… well he hadn’t even considered how this would affect her psychologically.
Nothing could have prepared her for the wash of paranoia, the flashbacks to times when she thought she was potentially being watched. He was in her car.
Where else had he been? What else had he seen?
She could hear his footsteps behind her a few seconds later, calling her name in a confused tone as he stopped and wiggled the handle only to find weight in front of the door.
Harry was panicked. Really, he didn’t know what to do in these situations. Why was she crying? Because of the stalker? He couldn’t pinpoint what exactly had caused this break in her, but he didn’t like the squeezing of his heart as he waited outside the door with his hand against it.
“Bunny- let me in. Please. What’s wrong?” The edge was in his voice, nerves audible as he felt unsteady. How did he fix this? He didn’t know how to make her feel better or even the source of it fully, his hand knocking again.
Was she hurt? Did something else happen she didn’t tell him about? His mind was swimming with possibilities, none of them good.
“Can you talk to me? I don’t…” he kicked the floor. “I don’t like knowing you’re upset and not being able to help. What is wrong? Can I help?” It was okay, he thought. One moment she was quietly sitting there, albeit unsettled, and now she was letting out gut-wrenching sobs that made his fists clench.
“C’mon, angel. Let me see you.”
Bunny couldn’t silence her sobs despite her attempts at muffling them against her hands. He couldn’t just leave her alone for a moment to feel. He hadn’t all day. It seemed he had been prepared for everything but this.
Y/N let a few moments pass as she collected her breathing once again, knowing she could hold it in for only so long. Swiping the tears from under her eyes and nose, Bunny picked herself up off the hardwood floor to open the door.
Harry hadn’t made that face in years. She swore she had only seen it a handful of times in moments when she couldn’t previously tell Sterling the matter. This time he looked far more perplexed as if he was struggling to read her. Trying to understand.
“Are you seriously asking me what’s wrong?” She dared to ask, a sniffle softening the blow of her tone. Bunny was definitely upset, the rage, however, was a look that he recognized. Harry had seen it plenty of times in the eyes of his enemies and for lack of a better term, haters. He’s never seen such anger in a woman’s eyes. He wasn’t sure how he felt about being on the receiving end of it.
“I…” he swallowed, searching her face. “There’s a few things you could be upset about, Bunny. So I have to ask what it is.”
The thing about Harry was that he was a bit oblivious when it came to emotions. To feelings. Y/N knew that. That didn’t mean it hurt any less when he was accidentally an asshole.
He was hesitant, stepping further into the room and closing the door. Was that anger reserved for the stalker? For Cricket? For him? He clenched his fists to keep from grabbing at her, everything in her body language screaming at him to stay away.
“You’re angry. At the stalker, yeah?” He kept his tone soft though his conviction wasn’t strong. He wasn’t sure what she was angry at. It was just very odd to see her like this. Her puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks hurt his heart.
“Obviously, yeah!” She groaned, letting herself get up to start pacing the room. She wanted to take her mind off of this, but he just needed to know. “Can’t do anything about that but sit back and wait. You said your guys would handle it. I trust that.” She wasn’t denying the help.
“Is it not enough for me to just… be upset?” Y/N turned to face him, “Everything got so real so quickly and I’m just supposed to get used to it and carry on, yeah?” It made her feel small saying that, but he wanted to know so she’d tell him.
“You wanna help me so bad, maybe listen to me when I say I’m feeling something. Know you’re stressed but it’s not my fault this is happening, it’s already burdening enough.” She felt her eyes well up but she quickly swallowed them down.
“You really hurt my feelings today. Just thought maybe even for a second you could just be there. Like actually be there and not Reaper.”
Harry’s brows wrinkled, his jaw clenching as he went to open his mouth, shutting it again. He couldn’t understand what she meant. A burden? When the fuck had he even implied that?
His anger stemmed from the creep that was following her. Sure he was irritated she hadn’t told him sooner, hurt, even, but she wasn’t the cause of his actions today. In fact, it was the way she had been neglected by someone he had said ok to protect her.
“Hold on for a second.” He said, raising a hand. “You aren’t a Fuckin’ burden. I’ve never said that, nor would I. You’re far from it. I’ve been pissed all day because you trusted me to protect you and someone let you be accessible. In my name.” He exhaled sharply.
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I was trying to take care of business, Bunny.” He stressed. “It wasn’t to… to make you feel bad or anything. I was so angry that the fucker had gotten to you, that Cricket had left his goddamn post I couldn’t think straight. It wasn’t to hurt your feelings.” He ran his hand through his hair, allowing himself a step closer. “I never, not once, blamed you for my stress. I took this head-on because I fuckin’ care about you. I wouldn’t throw that shit in your face.”
“I didn’t say that either.” She countered, “You know you can take care of business and still show me compassion— I” Bunny let out a frustrated sigh, “I know you didn’t mean it but it felt like it anyway. Kept calling me Y/N, felt like I was a kid getting in trouble. As if you were a stranger.”
She wasn’t sure if she was making much sense but she wanted him to understand.
It was a slight change in his usual tone with her the moment he arrived, the lack of gentleness and how his eyes commanded her instead of watching her for clues like they usually did.
“You told me this wasn’t going to be an easy process, I know that. But you let me into your home, let me lean on you whenever I needed anything and I needed you today and it's like you didn’t even care until you heard me crying and I really don’t need your pity.”
She was irritated and tired and emotionally exhausted. All she wanted was his affection before, she wanted to be held and told it would be okay. Obviously, Harry wasn’t the warm and fuzzy type, but she wished he could just lighten up. Give her something to work with.
“I’m sorry.” He grunted. “I am. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were getting in trouble. I wasn’t thinking about how you’d take that stuff- it’s just…” he tugged on his hair. “It’s really fucking hard when you’re emotionally connected to someone you’re trying to protect.” He stressed. “Usually we’re hired for this shit. There’s no… coddling, comforting, none of that. We get in, eliminate the threats, and then we’re done. We guard with little emotional connection. When it’s you?” He stressed the word. “Feels like every damn misstep is gonna choke me. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.” He finally placed his hands on her shoulders, making her eyes meet his.
“You get me? If I didn’t do the shit I did today, I’d be pacing around like a caged animal. I’m still fuming. It’s fucked up, yeah, but it’s how I am. I’m sorry I didn’t comfort you, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings but…” he tilted his head up to collect himself for a moment before rolling it back down, catching her watery eyes.
“It isn’t something I could let go. You don’t communicate with me either, Bunny. You didn’t tell me. I’m not saying I shouldn’t have noticed but you’ve got to try n’understand, my head is rolling too. You’re in danger and I want to help you, I’m going to, I just need you to be blunt with me. Like how you are now.”
“I tried to tell you!” She muttered, but there was no power behind her words. She had enough of this, emotionally burnt out, blinking quickly to try and stop the tears from rolling but it wasn’t much help.
“It’s fine. I’ll get over it.” She knew it wasn’t worth fighting over anymore. It was late and she needed rest. She felt on edge still, like there were eyes were still on her.
Harry didn’t really like her answer, knowing there was something more but was too nervous to push further. Had he gotten too caught up? He told her it would be like this. She was aware of what he was capable of.
“Did I scare you?” He asked suddenly, stopping his own train of thought to wait for her answer.
Harry knew that he was intimidating. He was very much so, considering his road name was quite literally a symbol of death, he was no stranger to violence himself. He’s grown up in it.
Y/N, though, hadn’t. His little Bunny had been sheltered from it all until recently. It had been on purpose from both him and her brother, making sure the ugly parts of their lives didn’t touch her. It seemed that now, though, it had all been in vain.
“I never wanted you to see me like that. M’sure… it wasn’t the most comforting thing, to see me like that. But I need to know if I actually scared you.” He swallowed the lump in his throat despite his dry mouth, gently pulling her back to him.
That would be something he’d never forgive himself for. Anyone else in the world had a reason to fear him, but Bunny? She didn’t have a single reason to have a drop of fear. She was safe from him, she was protected. The one person who should always count on his gentleness.
Y/N shook her head with a definite no. He hadn’t scared her, but he wasn’t exactly the friendliest in that state.
“You didn’t… but I didn’t recognize you and that was scary.” She swallowed thickly, wiping her own tears away while trying to keep eye contact with him. Bunny had nothing to lose, she had nothing to hide from him. The feeling was uncomfortable, slightly embarrassing like she was ashamed to be so open with him emotionally.
“Felt like I couldn’t talk to you… so I wanted to let you know, I didn’t like it.” She finished and took another deep breath in a form of self-soothing, hands fiddling with the fabric of her skirt. It reminded her of the part of her that didn’t even want to wear the skirts anymore. The thought of prying eyes made her regret her fashion choices now more than ever.
Having her privacy invaded made everyday tasks flood her body with anxiety. How long would it be till they caught this guy? How much more was she going to see before they did?
He exhaled heavily as he watched her close in on herself. The poor thing had been through the damn ringer and he surely didn’t help, but he wasn’t sure exactly how to fix any damage he had made. It was weird to see her like this. Suffocating. How he managed to be oblivious before was probably because of the blindness his sheer rage for the man had caused. He had failed to see he neglected the main person he was angry for.
“M’sorry.” He said quietly. “It’s a part of who I am but I didn’t want you to see it. It’s… hard to control myself.” It wasn’t an excuse, no, but it was at least maybe an explanation. It was hard to see her so sad, so shaken up.
He just wanted to fix it.
Harry didn’t give a fuck about many people, but Y/N had wiggled her way into his chest and set up camp. He had been trying to prevent it but it was undeniable now. Maybe that’s why it made him unreasonably angry. It felt extremely personal.
“How do I fix it?”
There wasn’t much she wanted from him but for him to just relax and be himself with her. Something to remind her that it wasn’t always going to be like this.
“Can we lay down?” Bunny was almost afraid to ask, “just want a normal night.”
There was nothing that soft bedsheets and comfy pajamas couldn’t fix. Of course, she had been wearing lots of skimpy clothes around the house and it was comfortable, but today she just wanted to be.
“Can I have one of your shirts please?” They were far more worn in and comfy than anything in her duffle bag, that’s for sure. She made her way to the bathroom to take off her makeup and freshen up, splashing her face with some cold water to help with the heat in her face.
She walked out to see him already in bed, waiting for her as if he was waiting for her next directions.
Harry felt like he was walking on eggshells. He’s never been good at all of this, the comforting, but he was itching to touch her. For some normalcy. His shirt hung on her body as she exited the bathroom, her hair tied up on her head and her legs bare.
He watched her pass him, grab the television remote and turn it on the food network before shutting the lights off and climbing into the bed next to him. His hands folded in front of him as his eyes watched her every move.
“Good?” He murmured, watching her submerge herself in a blanket sea. Her body was covered, head resting on the pillow and her sudden turn away from him made him wince- though not undeserved.
“Can you hold me?” She felt shy as the words fell from her mouth, though the covers helped comfort her. There was a reason she had turned around before asking.
She didn’t want to look at him, she knew it would just create more feelings. Feelings she was trying to suppress but was failing at. Ever since the night, she sucked him off in his kitchen, she felt like she couldn’t get close enough to him.
It was his intimacy she craved, but she couldn’t exactly say it so bluntly. It made her forget everything. He had asked her to be blunt but she was too afraid to make any moves. Not when he had shown her exactly how much it pains him to be teased.
It was probably the last thing he expected, but she felt him shift. The bed made a rustling sound as he placed his phone into the charger and shift onto his side, scooting up to her and gently placing his arm around her waist.
He didn’t know what to expect and it surely hadn’t been this request but he would happily provide some affection if it meant she would relax. His hand rested over her stomach, the heat of it bleeding through the thinner fabric as he pulled her into his body.
“M’sorry, Bunny.” He murmured, leaning down to test his luck with planting a kiss behind her ear. “I’m gonna keep you safe.” She didn’t reply right away. The low murmur of the tv filled the space, the light bouncing off the wall with the different frames but all he could do was listen to her breathing.
He should have done this to begin with, but he’d let the rage overcome everything else. It wasn’t something he should have done at all, but he was going to do his damn best now to make up for it.
“This alright? Want me to move at all?”
A gentle wave of heat and excitement came over her before it started to dissolve in a feeling of warm lingering comfort. Her hand rested over his, fingers locking over his in an attempt to be closer.
The low vibration of his words made her eyes flutter shut, the gentle kiss making the hair stand up on her neck. She was so reactive to him, it wasn’t really helping her with her angry mood. Bunny was softening up by the second in his arms, but she wouldn’t dare ask for more.
Did he know that he could have her however he wanted? It wasn’t often that she could get a man to hear her out, that someone like Harry could actually take a step back and listen to her.
She hoped this wasn’t a one-time thing, hoped he would continue showing her the softness he was showing now. Was she asking for too much? They did say they were pretending, right?
She stopped pretending a long time ago. Come to think of it, she didn’t even remember starting.
—-
Harry woke up to an empty bed.
Something that usually sent relief through him had him stiffening, feeling nervous and panicked for a few moments before hearing the television playing out in the living area and the clink of ceramic. The smell of coffee permeated the space, cluing him into why the bed was empty.
A peek at the clock on the nightstand made him realize it was only 6 in the morning, way too fucking early for Bunny to be up. She couldn’t sleep, it seemed. That wouldn’t do.
He stretched with a grunt, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and padding out of the room to see Bunny at the kitchen counter, flipping through a cookbook she had brought from school. Her body was covered in his shirt and this time, joined by a dark brown knit cardigan from the depth of his hall closet. Cozy and soft, she looked inviting and Harry’s sleepy mind couldn’t help but indulge. Especially with how she had asked for his comfort yesterday, he took a hint.
Arms wrapped around her waist, his nose nudging her neck as he rubbed himself against the hot skin. She’d jumped slightly, relaxing into his hold as she placed the coffee on the countertop.
“You’ve never been an early riser.” He mumbled against her, the cool morning air not agreeing with him. She should be back in bed, however delightful the scene of her in his kitchen was. “Can’t sleep?”
He was so warm.
Hot breath paired with the morning raspiness made her feel weak in the knees. Thankfully, she’d been leaning against the counter. Her eyes fell shut, allowing herself to lean back into him only slightly.
“Too nervous.” She continued her honest streak, though it was a bit of a lie. She had woken up because she was a bit shaken, but she couldn’t fall asleep again with how closely snuggled up she was. If anything it just made her want to be closer to him, skin to skin, maybe even more.
“Were you worried?” Y/N asked teasingly, he could hear the smile on her face. The coffee was long forgotten now, her hands finding their place over his. She decided to let herself indulge in the fantasy, it was the least she could do for herself.
“Yes.” He said quietly. He was worried beyond belief. For a few moments, he realized she was gone and hadn’t placed her yet, he was terrified something went wrong and the creep had gotten inside the place and she had left without telling him.
“It’s ok to be nervous. But you’re safe. Should come back to bed. Too fuckin’ cold out here.” He pulled her further into him, hands grasping under her sweater so he could warm his digits between the layers.
It was so quiet out here besides the tv. She had put it on for background noise, terrified of hearing whatever could be lurking out there. Her head leaned back and rested against him, shivering a little when he pressed another kiss to her skin.
“See? Too cold.” He began to walk backward. “Too early. Come back. Don’t have to sleep. Or talk. Just…” he took a breath, one she could feel against her back. “Don’t be doing anything that’s too far from me. I’ve of t’call and cancel my shit for today anyways.”
For a second she thought she was still dreaming. It all felt too good to be true, he was staying home today?
She didn’t want to get her hopes up, she knew he would likely be busy working and keeping an eye on her. Lately, she had been feeling anxious about leaving the house, so when she wasn’t in class she was usually at home finding ways to occupy herself.
It was rare that he joined her for anything other than meals or just for a few hours before bedtime, so it would feel like a little treat to get to spend the day with him.
A giggle escaped her lips as he began pulling her from the counter and back to the bedroom, her hands grabbing the remote just in time to turn the tv off before they were down the hall and in his bedroom again.
The smell was enough to have her relaxing, letting Harry place her wherever he wanted her.
Harry may be an asshole, but he was an asshole who tried to learn and make up for his mistakes. Guilt still sweltered in his chest as he felt her happily be dragged into the bedroom again.
Right now, it was making her feel safe. That was his only goal. Keeping her here and happy and relaxed the best he could considering he had been so preoccupied. She needed a break and so did he.
Once he got her into the bed again, cardigan on the floor, blankets over their bodies, lights off, he asked her one of his only requests of the day.
“I know you’ve got classes but… I really think you should stay home today.” He approached it cautiously. “You’re still a bit sensitive, didn’t sleep… I don’t feel comfortable sending you off where he had just felt comfortable getting in your car.”
She could see on his face that he was trying to not be overbearing. It was coming from a place of care, a spot of concern. Her nails played with the necklace twisted up, untangling it as he spoke. There was an intimacy to it, but a hesitation to look up at him.
“I don’t want to make it worse but… I think you need a break.”
“I won’t go today… but I don’t want him to think he got to us,” Y/N explained, still focused on the necklace. “I-I just have this feeling in my stomach like he’s going to pull something and I don’t know what it is but it doesn’t feel good.”
The moment she read the note she knew it was just the beginning. She wasn’t sure what message she wanted to send, but Harry was right, she needed at least one day.
It pained her to miss classes, she genuinely loved her classmates and loved cooking. It was fun every day. She felt completely free and at ease, for the hours she was in that building. Harry did have more experience with stalkers though. Maybe he did know best.
“I-I don’t want to be here by myself though and I know you’re really busy, so I really don’t have a problem with going— it will give you time to do things still.”
“M’not gonna leave you alone. I’m staying with you.” He murmured, frowning slightly. Of course, he understood the assumption but he wished she would have the opposite. That she would just think he would drop everything for her.
“I’m not going to let him get to you, love. I hope you know that. M’not gonna let him hurt you.” He tilted her chin up to look at him. “I know I’ve been a bit shit at this so far, but I’d rather have my hand cut off than let him get anywhere near you. I’ll take him out as soon as I can. But for today… let’s just sit here and recharge.”
She had an extremely rough day yesterday and part of him really wanted to make it up to her, while the other half simply wanted her to rest. Who knew what the stalker was going to pull next?
All he knew was that he was going to take care of her.
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laucian-evernight · 5 months
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𝒱𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 (𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒱𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝑀𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒪’𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝓍 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)
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Kinktober Day 28: Body Worship + Cockbulge
I have finally reverted back to my true form where i write a 1k oneshot then realize fuck im suppose to be writing a smut
Warning: definitely rapey, a few account of murder, etc, etc you get the point not for kid
Genre: filthy filthy smut
Word Count: 2425
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Miguel snarled as he leaped towards you, teeth snapping as he attempted to rip off your arm.
“Whoa whoa, I'm not into that!” you yelled as you lunged forward, claw extended to attack him right back,
Miguel quickly ducks out of the way and hisses at you, his eyes filled with anger and hatred.
"I'll make you love it." He said before trying to attack you again,
“A bit kinky aren't we?!” You managed to yell before using a tentacle to pin him against a wall,
Miguel struggled as he cursed at you, desperately trying to get out of your grasp.
“You fucking pathetic hero! I will kill you, I will fucking kill you!”
You rolled your eyes taunting him,
"What are you gonna do? Bite me? Oh… Wait, you already tried that, didn’t work very well did it?"
Miguel's eyes glow red as he growls, his muscles and veins flex as he glares at you. Before suddenly freezing as he looked at you and said something that nearly made you choke.
"You're....kinda cute..."
“W-what?!”
Miguel looks at you again, no longer struggling to get out and chuckles clearly enjoying your reaction. He tilts his head slightly and puts one hand on his hip.
"You heard me, I said you're cute. Does it surprise you that the most notorious villain in the city has a liking for you?"
“We’re fighting! We’re fighting each other and you just said you will kill me! What is wrong with you!” You yelled, wrapping a tentacle around his mouth and stopping him from saying anything else, as your face burned with embarrassment,
You hold him in the air as you begin to walk toward the villain's confinement. Your tentacle slipping a little allows Miguel to yell at you the entire way there.
"You can't hold me forever, I'll get out, I'll get out of here.. And then..."
You hold both hands to your ears before saying,
“Nope can't hear you.”
Miguel groan a faint blush on his face,
"I hate you."
“Me fucking too,” you said before finally reaching Miguel’s cell,
As you drop him onto the floor you look down at him from the roof, kicking your leg as you do so.
Miguel grunted as he hit the floor of the cell, he laid there for a second and sighed.
"This is stupid."
“I know, so have fun and be good,” you said smiling and waving at him,
Miguel groans in annoyance at your cheerful attitude,
"I hate you..." he mutters angrily,
You grin before winking at him and saying, “I know, love you too” before disappearing from the cell leaving him alone,
Miguel stares at the spot where you once were before sitting up and rubbing his face, he groans loudly in annoyance.
"Stupid, hero.." His tone is soft as he lays back down on the floor, his face red,
"Love..?" He pauses to thinks about what you said,
He never had anyone tell him they loved him before, even if it was a joke,
He buried his face into his hands.
"Stupid…Stupid...Stupid, stupid, STUPID!" He mutters to himself, mentally chastising himself for liking you,
Miguel slowly starts to think back to your fight and he replays the moment in his head when he said,
"You're…kinda cute..."
Before looking up at the wall of the cell and starts to laugh,
"I said that? I actually said that!!!"
His chuckling grows darker as a sinister smile spreads across his face. He looks at one of his claws and grins.
"I said that because it was true, I said it because… " He stops and sits up staring at the wall before saying to himself, “…I said it because I want her..."
Leaning his head against the wall he sighs,
"What could I do about it??"
He thinks about it for a few moments then smirks.
"What am I going to do about it?"
idea popped into his head and he began to laugh maniacally,
"Why not? Why the heck not?" as the thought of making you his entered his mind.
A devilish smile spreads across his face.
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Miguel sits in his cell as he waits for night to finally fall.
The moon and stars peek through the bars of his cell as the city slept.
Miguel's face filled with determination as he looked around the empty cell before pulling out a device destroying the wall and making his way to the city.
I can't wait to find her...
Miguel's eyes glow with desire as he stalks through the streets.
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You yawned as you looked down into the city. Your tentacle traveled through the shadow, making sure no one was getting hurt as you sat on the ledge.
Fuck I want to sleep
Miguel stalks through the street before spotting a tentacle creeping into the shadow. You’ve just saved someone from being mugged.
As he spotted you he quickly walk toward you.
Mine
You turn around when you hear him walking toward you,
I'm too tired for this shit tonight
With a groan, you asked,
“How many of you escaped this time?”
Miguel chuckles and raises an eyebrow at you.
"Only one of us, dear hero."
He smirks and takes a step closer to you, his eyes filled with wants. He seemed to tower over you as his smirk remained on his face.
"And I'm the only one that'll be escaping tonight."
You looked at him completely dazed from tiredness and said,
“You look comfy?”
He looks at you puzzled,
"Comfy? You're telling me I look comfy?"
Without warning you wrapped several tentacles around him, before clinging onto him yourself and teleporting both of you into your room.
Miguel snapped out of his shock as he stared at you,
"Why are you taking me to your room? Do you want to sleep with me? Doesn't seem very heroic does it?” He whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your skin,
“Actually, yeah?” you said blurrily before lying on his chest,
Okay this is comfy
Wrapping your tentacles around him tightly making sure he can't escape, before falling asleep almost immediately.
Miguel's body froze as he heard your quiet breathing, your body warm and soft against him.
"You belong to me, you're mine. And nobody else's.." He whispers to you as he kisses your neck and his hand moving to your waist,
“Shut up… go sleep” you mumbled in your sleep as you felt his hand on your body,
Miguel continues to kiss your neck and nuzzle you as he holds you close
"My love… My cute little hero..."
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Miguel is not having a good day, and he's furious.
He thought he was special until reality hit him like a truck.
He wasn't the only one you dragged into bed because you were tired and certainly wasn't the last, judging from the fact that every other villain is already planning on breaking out for a chance to sleep with you again.
He hadn't realized how popular his little hero was among the villains.
He punched the wall as unadulterated rage and jealousy filled him.
I want her to want me and only me…
He can feel the rage and jealousy building up inside of him, and he's ready to do anything to make you his and only his.
"I'll kill them all.. I'll make it so I'm the only one who belongs to her."
He chuckles darkly to himself,
"I'm going to be the only one that my hero wants and needs. No one is allowed to touch her but me…. No one is allowed to be with her but me… NO ONE BUT ME!”
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Something was off.
Your villains seem to have gone missing.
There hasn't been an attack in weeks.
Suddenly you noticed Miguel walking towards you grinning manically and covered in blood.
"My my.. No more competition now." He lunged toward you and wrapped his arm around you tightly "I'm the winner, little hero~~"
“What?” You blinked confused but didn't push him off,
Noticing your confusion Miguel nuzzled into your neck and whispered darkly,
"Tell me, do you have a favorite hero or villain? I can get rid of them too~”
Finally realizing that Miguel was the reason behind the missing villain, you quietly ask,
“What did you do, Miguel?”
"Me?.. I just dealt with them, they're not a problem anymore…The reason why all those villains are missing? I killed them all."
He laughs maniacally as he tightened his hold on you,
"And I'm planning to kill more until I'm the only one..."
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“Every hero has a weakness and I know exactly what’s your weakness, little hero, ~”
Miguel purred as he stuck both your wrists to the wall, rendering you motionless.
He had injected you with a serum of some sort, completely nullifying your power.
“Why?” You asked confused, he could just kill you so why did he do this?
Sensing your confusion Miguel leaned down and kissed your neck,
“Because I'm going to do so many worse things to you…”
Your eyes widen when Miguel kisses you aggressively, his hand roaming down your body, kneading your chest roughly as he forces your mouth open.
Groaning into the kiss his free hand slipped down your body and cupped your ass, determined to touch every single part of your body.
You tried to struggle against him but Miguel wasn't having any of it, growling he let go of your lip and bit down on your neck drawing blood,
“Be a good little hero, I don't want to hurt you any more than I have to.”
“Miguel… what the fuck…” you said as you glared at him panting,
Miguel only grins before ripping off part of your suit revealing your breast and taking your nipple into his mouth.
Your back arched and your face flushed as you felt your arousal from the way he was touching you.
“S-stop, Miguel…”
“Why would I, little hero?” Miguel mumbled as he bit down on your breast, his hand forcing your thigh open and grinding his hip against you,
Your body froze as you felt his claw ripping away the fabric near your crotch and panties.
Miguel moans into your neck, wrapping your leg around his waist and his rough fingers pushing into you roughly, causing your body to tremble.
"Fuck, your body is so responsive, just like the way I want it. You don't know what it feels like to have you writhing under my control."
You bit down on his neck aggressively as your body clenched down on his fingers, your body shaking in pain from how roughly he was thrusting inside you,
Miguel's breathing quickened as he noticed the sudden aggression you displayed. He smiled cruelly, finding it more arousing than anything. Pulling back slightly, so he could properly see the look of pain and pleasure on your face.
“You look so pretty like this, trapped under me and your body shaking in pain~” His fingers digging into you deeper as he kissed your skin, “Such a pretty body for me~”
You gritted your teeth refusing to let out any noise as he had his way with you, only your slight tremble proving how much pain you were in.
Growling Miguel kissed you and gripped your neck tightly before pulling his fingers out of you, smearing your fluid across your suit.
“If you don't want to make a noise then you don't have to, little hero…” pinching your nipple harshly and extracting a pained yelp from you he continued, "I'm going to break you, hero. Mold you into the perfect little plaything for me and for me alone.”
Pushing one of your legs into your chest, he aims his cock at your wet fold before slamming his cock into you. Your body arched upward painfully as your eyes were stained with tears from the pain.
Miguel groaned as he felt your tight walls clamping down on his cock, your tears falling from your face. His grip tightened around your neck, forcing you to stare into his eyes as he began to thrust deeper, his eyes glowing a crimson red.
"Feels so good to finally have you completely mine, little hero," Miguel growled, his voice filled with desire and lust. His claws tightened around your throat, squeezing as his thrusts became less gentle and more brutal. “Such a tight and pretty cunt just for me…”
His claws dig deeper into your skin, you scream silently and your eyes roll back in pain. Your breathing was labored as you felt tides of pleasure trying to wash away the pain.
Already you were cumming onto his finger, your body convulsing as you let out a loud whine. You didn't want to but you couldn't control your body, overridden by pleasure.
Miguel grunted when he felt your body clenched tightly around him, making it almost painful to thrust inside you.
Miguel harshly slapped your ass leaving behind a red welt as he said,
“Relax a little, little hero…”
“F-fuck y- haaaa!” You let out a gasp as you felt him pounding into you,
With a feral growl, Miguel felt his body react to your tight cunt around his cock, his claws dug deeper into your skin and he rubbed your clit harshly.
You dug your claw into your palm as you tried to hold back your cry of pain and pleasure.
Miguel's hungry gaze bore into your eyes as he watched your body convulse under him, your body shaking with overstimulation as he brought you from one climax to another.
"Tell me little hero… does the fact that I'm fucking you dumb where anyone can see you, in the city you swore to protect excite you?" he pressed a kiss on your shoulder, his voice dark and sadistic as he splayed his hand on the bulge evident on your stomach, “…after all your body is clenching around my cock so perfectly…”
You involuntarily clenched down on his cock tighter than his word and with a groan, Miguel forced his way into your womb before coating your inside with his cum.
“Im going to fill you up with my cum, little hero. Going to make you carry my child, mi vida…”
Your body shook and trembled as his cum filled you up, your eyes watering with tears. Miguel grin as he ripped the web off your wrist and held you tightly against his body.
Your abused and swollen cunt dripping his cum as he kissed away your tears and whispered into your ears,
“You can only be mine, little hero. No one else…”
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throneofsapphics · 5 months
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hii, could i request a manon x female!reader where she comforts reader cause she has terrible period cramps?? my period is coming and i could use some fluff <3
Manon helping you on your period. 
Manon x f!Reader
Warnings: mentions of blood, general fussiness 
A/N: okay I’m trying out headcanon style for this, I hope that’s okay - sorry it’s a bit short!
-Manon would panic the first time, especially once she scents the blood - iron nails and teeth coming out, eyes scanning the room. 
The door swung open and Manon paused on the threshold, eyes flaring. “Who?” She demanded, fixing her gaze on you. Your brow furrowed in confusion, but she held your stare. 
“What?” 
“Blood. Who hurt you?” 
You snorted, shaking your head slightly. “It’s my cycle.” Your face scrunched as another pain hit your stomach - your lower abdomen clenching, pain spreading through your stomach and hips. 
Manon said quietly, “I’ll be back,” leaving the door open behind her. 
-Then, she’d bring absolutely everything you could think of. Way too many pain tonics, all of your favorite drinks and snacks, sweets, enough you’re surprised she didn’t drop anything on the way there. Enough it drew a laugh out of you and a half-hearted snarl from her. 
-Normally, she’s not too touchy, but sensing you needed comfort she’d wrap her arms around you, stroking your back, running her fingers through your hair. 
-Over the years, you'd learned how to hide the signs of your pain - but nothing slips past her. Then, each time you showed any sign of discomfort, she’d wiggle the two of you around - asking if this position more comfortable or you needed another pillow, or you're too hot, too cold, need medicine etc. She also threatens to shove pain medicine down your throat if you won't take it.
“I don’t need to lay on my side all day,” you huffed - surrounded by a cocoon of pillows and blankets. You threw one off of you, already over-heating. Manon hissed trying to tug it back but you swatted her hand away, narrowing your eyes. Her hand grazed over your forehead, feeling your warm skin, and moved more of the blankets around, propping the window open for a breeze. 
-Knowing you’re vulnerable at this time, not a single damn soul enters the rooms. If she can’t be there, she gets someone to stand guard outside the door - threatening them within an inch of their life if anything happens to you. 
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gloomyambivert · 8 months
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The Legion (Julie Kostenko) Headcanons
(CW: Smut)
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-She may be a switch, but she prefers being a top 90% of the time. But regardless, she'll always be in charge. Even when she's being the bottom, well they don't call her a power bottom for nothing!
-Sadistic AF! Lots of teasing, degrading, some humiliation, spanking, hair pulling, choking, etc. However no matter how sadistic she is, she'll always make sure you're also enjoying it. If she goes too far or does something you don't like, just say the safe word, and she'll be sure to stop and comfort you.
-HUGE PRIMAL KINK. She's good at making animalistic noises like purring, snarling, growling and hissing. In fact she'll go out of her way to growl into your ear, and leave a huge amount of scratches and bite marks all over you. She also loves the hunt so if you ever consider having her chase you, RUN.
-She'll try to be gentle with soft bottoms unless they're masochistic. Bonus points if they're shy type.
-However, when it comes to brats, she won't show mercy. You won't last a second since you'll end up having trouble walking for days.
-Sometimes she like to use BOTH praising and degrading at times (ex:"You're doing great for a dirty little slut." "You're so pathetic it's adorable")
-If her sub is AFAB, she would still be ok with scissoring, but she always prefers pegging.
-QUEEN OF AFTERCARE. She's super affectionate and caring. She always has snacks and water prepared. She'll even use scented candles. In fact, if you suggest it, she'll happily oblige to take a bath or shower with you. She wants to hold you close as she cuddles you. And sometimes she'll tease you a bit during aftercare.
-A pro at grinding, but not in the way you'd think. Usually when people think of a girl grinding it always seems pretty submissive and different. She grinds in a masculine way (like how a guy will thrust or dive into the floor and grind. AKA masculine sensual dancing). *cough* CHANNING TATUM WHO? *cough*
-If you are her sub, she'll be quite possessive of you. If she sees someone trying to hit on you, she'll be sure to watch and see what happens. If they get persistent after you reject them, she won't hesitate to throw hands and tell them to stay tf away.
-If she gives you a collar, she'll make sure you wear it AT ALL TIMES so everyone sees who you belong to.
-She has a vibrating tongue piercing. She finds it useful for when she eats you out.
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ragnarokhound · 5 months
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🖊️& 🏅for the ask game? 💞
:D 💕I've been in a bit of a slump this month haha, so it was nice to reflect on something positive about my writing ^^;
🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).:
I'm really proud of how the structure for my AOB fic has come together! Once I finally write the dang scenes, I think it's going to be pretty good even if it wasn't supposed to be something I thought this hard about lmao OTL i am consistently cursed with think too hard disease :')
I'm also really pleased with a scene that wrote just yesterday, I think it'll fit into the werewolf fic that i've been super blocked on and has injected some new life into my ideas for that fic - and I'm really happy to get literally any traction on that :'D
🖊️ post a snippet from a current WIP:
From the AOB fic that I sWEaR i'LL fiNiSH:
“Tim, you two have a movie night— a date night— that no one else is invited to.”
“Everyone else talks too much,” Tim starts to explain, before he realizes what he's saying. “But that’s beside the— it’s not a date night we just hang out after patrol sometimes. I don’t even like TV.”
Dick makes an incoherent sound, a distinctly alpha growl and a whine that puts Tim’s hackles up. He rubs his hand over his mouth, clearly thinking. His eyes snap back to Tim’s and he has to resist the urge to flinch.
Dick maintains eye contact with him as he starts stripping off his suit jacket. He aggressively shoves it at Tim, ignoring his protests and manhandling it around his shoulders when he doesn't immediately take the hint. 
"What the hell are you doing?" Tim hisses as Dick scents him, roughly scrubbing his wrist on Tim's cheeks, leaving a strong residue of playful-exasperated-I win. Dick has always been casual about scenting, but this is a little much, even for him.
"Don't believe me? Watch. When he comes back, he's gonna find any excuse to get you out of my clothes and into his."
This is some prime alpha bullshit that Tim did not sign up for tonight. He sputters, and can feel his cheeks getting red and blotchy. "Wh— Dick!"
"And he'll try to clean your face."
"That's dumb. You're dumb."
"I'll bet you my share of Alfred's baklava."
"Bet," Tim snarls, though he's suddenly apprehensive. Alfred's baklava is practically sacred.
But he can admit, the idea of testing Jason's reaction has his curiosity piqued.
Damn. Dick knows him too well.
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voidendron · 1 month
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wanting to figure out the extent of Varkhal's face injuries resulted in a little concept sketchdump
info under the cut, it's a bit rambly
warnings for: ableism, internalized ableism, descriptions of injuries
for context: he and his twin brother were attacked by rivals when they were apprentices. his brother didn't survive, while Var sustained serious injuries that would have killed him had Teeres not helped him. he ended up:
-needed to have both lungs replaced (one was stabbed twice, the other badly bruised and filling with blood thanks to being punctured by a broken rib) -with a few broken ribs -trachea was crushed (had to have tracheotomy, couldn't get air) -vocal folds took some minor damage from same Force choke that crushed trachea (now has kind of a raspy voice, speaks softly, can't raise it without it hurting/voice cracking) -lower jaw was crushed (through the Force, left side so bad it had to be completely replaced with an artificial section to the mandible) -multiple teeth knocked out or otherwise chipped/broken (combination of shattered jaw and having face slammed into ground) (not actually silver like in sketches, that's just to show the artificial sections) -among other more minor injuries like a black eye and broken arm and nose (bridge healed somewhat crooked)
upon recovering:
-has breathing difficulties. while he can technically breathe on its own, it doesn't get enough air when he does. needs to wear a rebreather, or have some other source of oxygen, at pretty much all times. can take it off for a short while (if room has clean, well-circulated air) to eat or shower (only if with shower chair) etc so long as he's not exerting himself, but can't go very long without it. the rebreather's rasps are hiss-like and somewhat soft if he's exerting himself more than usual, his rebreather can start struggling to keep up, so he'll need to pause to adjust how much oxygen it's giving him and to catch his breath -on immunosuppressants likely for life. lungs being artificial, bioengineered ones, plus the fact cybernetics don't integrate well with his body and he has a few in his head, he needs to be on meds to keep his body from attacking them. has locked stashes of the stims throughout his home, and also starts storing a few in Koboh's chest compartment after getting her. he's pretty good at staying on top of taking them, but Koboh does also give him a ping at the same time every day as a reminder. -immunocompromised as a result of immunosuppressants. filtered rebreathers and that he often has gloves on, keeps hands clean, and doesn't touch his face keep him from getting ill most of the time. also does his best to clean himself up after sex. when he does get sick, it hits him hard, and there's a good chance he's bedridden for at least a few days (honestly probably got pretty sick after the uh. blood ritual shenanigans. worth it™️) -jaw didn't quite heal properly. while he was still recovering, he stayed with his mother. she couldn't stand to look at his face, and made him start wearing a rebreather instead of using the nasal canula connected to a machine like he should have been doing while he healed. jaw ended up healing out of alignment because the original rebreather she got him was too rigid and tight. likely the cause for some of the pain he has now -cybernetics in its jaw are connected to various nerve endings and block a lot of the pain signals he'd otherwise have from reaching his brain. while they can't block everything, they at least keep the pain from being debilitating -has a lot of nerve damage around the lower part of his face, with it being particularly bad on the left side of his mouth. multiple surgeries to put everything back together have left him with a permanent curl/"snarl" on his lip. has very little movement in that side of his mouth and cheek -talks through his teeth to move his jaw as little as possible. makes it sound at though his irritated or growling. keeps it short and sweet when he's speaking, trying to do so at little as it thinks it can get away with. has too much internalized ableism to learn how to use sign language, thinking that avoiding speaking just because it hurts makes him weak -his jaw is weak so he has a hard time eating certain foods. he's gone to a mostly vegetarian diet, as meat tends to both be too tough (very hard to chew) and gets stuck in his teeth (hard to clean, can't fully open mouth). he took to growing a lot of his own food -he feels incredibly shameful over his scars and doesn't like anyone else to see them. his mother successfully convinced him that they're "gross and ugly and signs of failure and that no one would ever want to see them, he ought to hide them like the shameful brands they are". to the point he apologizes and won't look someone in the eye if he has to take his rebreather off. his home has no mirrors, and he won't look at reflective surfaces because he just can't stomach looking at himself
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cryptidclaw · 1 year
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Hmm have Snow stick around for a while. Have her argue with thistle after realizing what an ***hole he is. (If you wanna keep spottedleaf’s heart canon, she could realize what he’s doing to spotted) She’s emotional and upset, and he calls her soft and weak. How she would let invaders walk right over them or something. And when a shadow order cat comes through… she desperately tries to prove her worth one last time(he goads her on to chase them back to their own territory). But she didn’t see the stampede/wild animal/ cliff/ etc.
But thistle doesn’t care. She redeemed herself, in his eyes. So he takes her body back to camp, and lies on how a shadow Order cat tricked her into running into the accident. Bluefur is distraught and suspicious, but she has no proof.
Until White(Storm) steps forward. Barely a ‘paw, he just witnessed his father cause his mothers death. And (if you want to keep spottedleaf’s heart canon) talks about what he did to Spottedleaf. Spottedleaf testifies for this, backing up his claims.
Star sunfall doesn’t give him the option for exile. Rosetail, bluefur, and 2 other cats who are close to Whitestorm and snowfur or Spottedleaf offer to take care of him. They drag him out of camp hissing and screaming, while the nursery moms spit in his face. He reaches out to Tiger(claw), begging him for help.
He snarls, scratches him across his face, and turns around before going to comfort spotted and white.
TLDR: Tigerclaw might be an *sshole, but he does not f/ with canon thistleclaw from spottedleaf’s heart.
ok ok! i had an idea !
So Snowstorm has a litter with Thistleclaw at around 1-2 cycles old, but her first litter all die tragically. This understandably traumatizes her and leaves her in a depressive state for a while, Thistle finds this weak and is not supportive at all. He just makes her feel like she is being dramatic, bec "kits die, that's a part of life".
Even after Snow starts to heal and move on, she is never the same and is very hesitant about having kits for the next few cycles, which also pisses Thistle off because he wants to continue his bloodline, and make tiny Thistles that he can mold.
Eventually Snow agrees to have another litter when she's around 5 cycles old and they have Tigerclaw and Whitestorm!
then your idea for Thistle getting Snow killed due to a argument happens. Snow and Thistle's relationship has been strained and filled with spats since their first litter died, but Snow stayed with Thistle because he's a manipulative asshole who always gaslit her into staying with him.
Snow and Thistle have another big argument like how you describe, resulting in Snow dying.
I dont think Spottedleaf would have even been born at the time (she's like 15 moons younger than White and Tiger), so ig Spottedleaf's heart isn't happening, which im chill with lol. Instead thistle just sucks bec he's an abusive asshole and terrible dad.
Anyways, I dont want Thistle to be executed/exiled, purely bec of the plot where Blue gives up her kits so she can be deputy instead of Thistle, sooo... Maybe other cats besides Bluefrost don't fully realize how bad Thistle and Snow's relationship was, and they just thought it was a bit strained due to the trauma of loosing their kits, and cats still think Thistle is a chill if not a bit battle hungry.
I like the idea that Blue had her kits around the time that Snow dies and for her, her world is falling apart, her sister is dead, she's the only one who seems to be suspicious of Thistleclaw, Star Sunfall is getting old and could die soon, AND his second/mate Tawnyspots is retiring. Blue knows that Thistle cannot be Second, and she seems to be the only one who fully knows how terrible he is, and nobody believes her bec they think she and Thistle have just never gotten along. So Blue gives up her kits so Sunfall would make her his Second.
I like the idea that later on, Blue, Whitestorm and possibly some other cats plan a ambush to take out Thistle, and they blame it on a fox or something.
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WANTED.
Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
2. Trap
Summary: You get lured into your apartment, only to find out it’s all a trap.
Mentions of: Violence, Choking, Injuries, etc.
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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 is very wrong. The light in your apartment window is turned off. Leo never turns it off, and when he does, you normally see the tv on. But from what you can tell, it's pitch black in there.
After getting inside the building and reaching your door, you unlocked it. Just as you opened the door, a hand grabbed you and pushed you hard into the kitchen, making your back hit the cabinet, and causing you to lose balance, but not fall.
You flicked on the kitchen light so you could see, and what you saw next shocked you.
There were three men. One standing next to the door, another on your left, and the last one across the room, holding your brother, who was bruised and beaten. The men had dark clothing on, and you could only see their eyes, while their mouths and noses were covered up with masks.
This didn't feel real. It had to be a dream, but unfortunately, you knew it wasn't.
So, you remained calm, kept your breathing steady, and focused. You raised your hands in the air, while you moved further into the kitchen. "Listen, we don't have much. All the savings we have are in the bank, that's where you'll be able to find the money you want."
"We don't want any money. We want your quirk." Huh?
"I- I'm sorry, you must have me confused with someone else. I don't have a quirk." You said, speaking as calmly as you could. "Quit lying. We know who you are, _______. Who you really are. Give up your quirk or the boy gets it."
The man holding your brother remarked, escalating the situation. You moved slowly, backing away from the men, and towards the oven behind you.
"Listen, I don't have a quirk. I've lived all my life without one. So, please let us go-" Suddenly, one of the men grabbed your arm. Using your free hand, you picked up the pan from the stove, splashing the water on the man.
He froze for a moment, now soaked, before going to attack you again. "The water's cold, you dumb bit-"
You smacked him across the face with the pan, causing him to stumble backward, hitting his head against the wall and knocking himself out.
The man near the door lunged at you, and just before he could reach you, you grabbed a knife from the cutting block, stabbing his hand and pinning it to the table. He screamed out in pain, and you pulled the knife out, stabbing him in the leg this time. Angry and bleeding profusely, he pushed you hard, causing you to hit the wall, before activating his quirk.
It's some sort of laser quirk, where he shot the beams from his eyes. The beams burned your fingers and your legs, making you cry out. Luckily, it didn't too much damage, but it did hurt. You hid behind some furniture, before grabbing the pan you dropped, and using it to reflect the beam at him, causing him to hit himself in the eyes and let out a pained scream.
You got to your feet, preparing to face your final opponent. A rather large man, who was holding your brother. With a sadistic snarl, he broke your brother's arm, causing him to scream and collapse.
Angry and provoked, you charged at him, and he shoved your brother aside, going to attack you as well. You know how to fight. You have to if you want to survive without a quirk. That's what your father told you, at least.
He's bigger and appears to be slower, which you can use to your advantage. He swung at you, and you dodged, giving him a rough punch to the stomach. That managed to throw him off, causing him to double over slightly and hiss in pain.
You took advantage of the opening he gave you, punching him across the face. You moved to hit him again, but he grabbed your arm while you were mid-motion, slamming it and you against the wall.
He was gripping your arm tightly, and you had seen his strength from what he did to your brother. He broke his arm like a toothpick. You didn't want that happening again, so, you kicked him between the legs.
He groaned in pain, loosening his grip enough for you to slip out of it. There's no way you could win this fight with hand-to-hand combat. He was too strong. You needed a weapon.
Before you could find anything, he grabbed you by your hair, pulling you back and slamming your head against the wall. His grip slipped from your hair to your throat, and you struggled against him.
"Let her go!" Your brother exclaimed, conscious again and sprinting at the man, punching him with his good arm. The man pushed your brother off with ease, waving him off like he was a fly.
His hand grew pale, and there was some strange feeling about it. It felt like it was sucking the life force out of you, and you felt yourself start to grow tired. Really, really tired.
Your eyes fluttered, as the world started to go dark and blurry. You couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't breathe, you felt numb. Are you dying? Are you dead?
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the next thing you knew, the feeling was gone, and the man had released you. You coughed and wheezed, gasping for air, as your senses came back to you.
There are multiple aches and pain in your body, but your head and throat hurt the most. Probably because it's the most recent and painful injuries you received.
Readjusting to your surroundings, you remembered where you were and what was happening. Once again, it was dark, the kitchen light must've been turned off in all the chaos, but  you heard punching and grunts of pain.
Thankfully, those noises didn't sound like they were coming from your brother, but rather the men you had previously fought.
Suddenly, there was a hand in front of your face. You looked up, seeing a blonde man offering it to you. You were unable to make out any distinguishing features due to how dark it was. All you knew was that he wasn't one of the men who attacked you.
So, you took his hand.
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Demon Bride Ch52 NOT YOURS!!!
(Warnings!!: Douma and Karaku ARE their own Warnings.. possibly some innuendos. Sakura is in bad shape and Y/n attempts to attack her/has attacked her. Mentioning of blood. Yn clawing, biting, attacking Douma. At one point Douma's hand gets ripped off. Y/n kicking Sakura's ass and breaking Douma's arm to escape, Douma almost ends Sakura,Etc. Yn collapses from exhaustion.)
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You know he was expecting a lot of things when he got back.
Probably a lot more work waiting for him. More demons wanting his opinion on things. Maybe a lord or  high demon asking for another research grant or to help them with whatever economic system they ran. Maybe another lady swooning at his feet to try and gain favor with him. Someone attempting to gain his favor or trick him into something. However what he wasn't expecting when he got back from spending a few days back at his cult, to make sure things back there were still running smoothly in his absence, but what he wasn't expecting was to be walking around humming to himself and then out of nowhere a woman materialized shrieking her head off and running for her life like a bat out of hell. 
He had to stop and blink as she ran out towards him catching the attention of many demons alike looking out of windows and doorways and from stairs and platforms watching as she shrieked and ran holding up threads of her once nice kimono torn and slightly bloodied with her blood torn by claws. Her messy pink hair clung to her body as she ran towards him.
"HELP ME!! BY GODS HELP ME!!"
Sakura. My, my. Now what could have happened here? It's been a few weeks since he's last seen her. Did she not listen to his...'warning'? The answer was behind her however when a crashing sound caused his eyes to look behind the woman as another person came bulldozing through a random door and crashing into the hallway. The body flopped like a ragdoll onto the same platform they were on before the bones in their body popped and like a puppet on a string, pulled itself up and staggered a few steps. F/c hair clung to the blood shot eyes and snarling teeth sharpened to find points. The scent of wysteria and orange lilies fluttering about drawing into his senses and making a woozy feeling fall over anyone who breathed it in. Raged red sclera and violent violet eyes contained deepening hatred and the promise of bloodied vengeance for the one who held their wrath. Furious flowers and twisted vines patterned the body's skin like war paint. And he'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little surprised when a voice screeched out amongst Sakura's shriek.
"I'LL FUCKING SEND YOU TO HELL!!"
Well...He couldn't have that now could he?...Hmm. On the other hand-...She DID insult his dear sweet wittle Daki whom was one of his favorite people. Kokushibo would let the two ladies fight out their differences until the two of them got it all out of their systems! That was the right thing to do!
"DOUMA IM GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THIS!!"
"Yes, yes darling. Just let out all of your anger and breath deeply."
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!"
And in short that's how you were restrained by Douma with one arm. That's it. Literally one arm. One arm was wrapped around your middle lifting you off the ground and your back pressed against his chest as you literally clawed and slashed and bit at Douma whom didn't even flinch at your hissing screaming thrashing at him. He. Didn't. Even. Flinch.  Instead he carried you away from what must've been TONS  of prying eyes as they watched their leader carry away the Kizuki Bride screaming about how she'd murder the shooken u pink haired girl left behind the farther Douma walked away with a smile. 
"PUT. ME. DOWN!!"
 You shrieked in animalistic incoherent RAGE at having your prey taken away from you. Anger bubbling up and bubbling up festering from MONTHS of frustration. Finally it was all bubbling up and out as you took every ounce of it out. On Douma. Claw after claw. Bite after bite as your vision went red and any sense of clear thinking left your body. Leaving behind a dangerous animal that was left to be restrained to keep from any further harm to anyone. 
"Oh my, my, my. *sigh* This is what I was afraid of. You've gone into a blind rage because you're not used to becoming your full demon form  yet. Oh it was as Enmu warned." He blinked as his hand went flying off past his head and over the side of the platform never to be seen again before the woman hissed in rage as another hand instantly regenerated in its place. "Now that's not nice. You should be at least a little grateful. This hurts me more than it does you. Poor thing." He cooed hugging you closer to him as she snarled like a panther. "I'll take care of you."
"Y/N?!" 
DOUMA hummed and only turned to spot two figures rushing towards him and he smiled wider. "Look, Dear. We have guests. Hello, Upper Moon Four! What brings you both to me?" HISS!! "To us?"
Two of those five brothers came running (well one was flying) towards him in a panic and around the same time she cursed and wriggled now given up on attacking him. Wait. Cursing? Oh. So she didn't lose her mind after all. Around the same time the two got close enough to stop and  pant looking like they were almost shocked and panicked at the sight of her. And he just smiled.
"Urogi and Karaku right? I heard all about you from Kokushibo-dono! He told me you'd be staying with us for a long while. Forgive me for not being here to greet you in person but I was busy with important duties. Could one of you perhaps tell me what's transpired between our ladies here?"
From the far side of the hall Sakura flinched when a very loud snarl was sent her way. Both brothers panted looking to catch their breaths, looked at each other, before Urogi scowled and pointed at his brother.
"That was...YOUR c-crazy ex girlfriend.... You t-tell him...what happened... Uhh," the harpy choked between gasps for air and falling to his knees to catch his breath.
Oh? ...Oh! That was right! Sakura dear was courting Karaku wasn't she? Jade mentioned that to him before he broke things off with her. He obviously turned to the green eyed demon whom winced like a kicked puppy under the much more stronger demons gaze... before sighing.
"It was a mistake!" Karaku shouted his hands flying up to grip his long black locks. "She went off to fucking best Sakura to death!!"
"NO. I. WASN'T!!" All three men turned to the woman who still struggled against Douma's single arm. Scowling and thrashing about. "I WENT THERE TO CONFRONT HER ABOUT EVERYTHING AND SHE-" a purple nailed hand pointed at the pink haired demon whom looked a wrecked. "-DECIDED IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA TO TRY TO PUSH ME OFF A FLOATING FLIGHT OF STAIRS!!"
"Oh?...Ooooh. I see." It all made sense now. "Sakura started it then."
"She started it but I can sure AS HELL FINISH IT!!" She yelled out struggling again..
"So what happened after she tried to push Y/n off the edge? In more ways than one."
Karaku rolled his wrist with a wince. "Well. Yn yelled 'what the fuck' at her, then She challenged and insulted her back, then Yn tackled her and both tumbled off the edge and fell through someone's roof AAAAANNND...." Karaku shrugged with a guilty look. "We kinda lost track of them both for a while."
"Well it certainly seems like it's over. Y/n has won against her twice now. She  knows better now. As temporary leader I declare it as such." Douma then hummed and slowly turned back to Sakura. "Although she's been causing too many problems for her own Good-"
CRACK!! 
Something gave as Y/n was FINALLY able to break free from Douma's grasp and stand on her own two feet. A snarl still on her face as her head immediately snapped back to Sakura's form. Panting and snarling with all the rage of a rabbied wolf... Before just as quickly she snapped to Karaku whom jumped when she did-
"DWAH?!"
And suddenly found himself.. thrown...over her shoulder?? Green eyes blinked in confusion and shock as Karaku just sat there with a single arm wrapped around his middle keeping him there. Wha-
"YOU SEE THIS YOU LITTLE WITCH!? DO YOU?! THIS IS MINE!! NOT YOURS!! M I N E!! M! I! N! E! M I N E!! IF I CATCH YOUR DAMNED UNDERHANDED FUCKING LITTLE GOBLIN THUMBS YOU CALL HANDS COMING ANYWHERE NEAR THIS-" Another hand made a circle motion gesturing to Karaku whom blinked over his shoulder. "-AGAIN, I'LL TRACK YOU DOWN,RIP YOUR OWN LEG OFF, AND BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH IT!! THEN I'LL FIND YOUR GHOST AND BEAT YOU DOUBLE DEAD WITH A HOLY TALISMAN!!!"
Silence rung out as she heaved and snarled before narrowing her eyes, and snapping back to the tall blonde.
"YOU!!" She pointed a claw at Douma to which he just oh so casually smiled at. "You are coming with me and we're going to TALK. N O W!!"
"Of course, Little Lotus! I'd be more than happy to! I heard you wanted to talk to me anyways!" A hand waved at her as he smiled wider. "I'll just be a bit. Let me just...'take care of' a few things first."
The way he spoke sent chills down her spine but she ignored him scoffing with a hiss before giving Sakura one last narrowed eyed glare. 
CHIRP?!
Urogi let out a startled chicken squawk as something grabbed him harshly by the arm and a second later Urogi blinked as he was held under another arm, an arm wrapped around his waist just under his wings. Both brothers just .. blinked wide eyed before they began moving away from everyone else...Urogi gave a flustered peacock choke sound his feathers puffing out. Karaku's face just went a deepened red. There was unholy silence for what seemed like forever. Many eyes watched as a coldness swept across the entire area as Douma slowly turned back towards Sakura. 
STEP.
The pink haired demon froze. Every other demon backed away from her or ran away altogether. Others cowered from doorways and closed windows. Upper Moon Two was eerily stepping down the pathway. Back towards the defeated girl.
STEP. STEP. STEP. STEP.
Golden eyes widened in knowing horror. "Uh oh..Hey. Uh..Karaku."  Said flustered brother looked at him before Urogi slowly held up a claw. "I think he's about to commit the murder Y/n was originally planning."
Both brothers have a small noise as the body carrying them slowly stopped and stood there for a long moment. Listening to each imposing step Upper Moon Two took towards the downed woman- A snap of a golden fan was heard as a looming shadow fell over the frozen girl's body and a smile that held no happiness was given to her.
"Your poor soul is cloaked in tiredness isn't it? So frail, so weak. You can barely stand up now. However you have no need to fear me." Pink irises shrunk to the size of pins. A coldness unlike any winters she's ever felt zapping the warmth from her skin. The coldness of death grazed over her head. A looming warning of what was to come. "Never fear now, as your soul will be blessed within Eternal Paradise and sleep soundly onwards-" His grip on her. It was starting to hurt. "Do not worry. For it is my place to guide you-"
"Douma....You leave her alone."
"Hm?" The cold was still there. Cold so cold it burnt. His head turned around so unnaturally. "Oh. Darling, I didn't hear you coming back! Have you come back to rechallenge her again? I was just about to see her off on her final destination to para-"
"I know EXACTLY what you were about to do." His smile remained wide on his face. "Leave her alone. She's had enough."
"Hmm." A single blue nailed finger tapped his chin as he faked looking thoughtful. "True. But that's all the more reason she should get to go to paradise! I'm also very sure Kokushibo would want the law upheld, especially for crimes against the Kizuki. Namely... attempted poisoning."
"...What can I do to convince you to spare her?"
Now THAT. Got his interest as he slowly looked from her....And his grin widened in fake joy. "Well I suppose we can let bygones be bygones if I was too busy attending to something else more important than a traitor to the Kizuki. For example if my dear fiance asked me for lunch. Oh that would be SO much more important. But sadly...She didn't ask m-"
"Douma...Will you please..have lunch with me?"
Sakura squealed as she was released from the frozen grasp and Douma popped back up to his full height clasping his hands and smiling 'happily' like he wasn't about to end someone. "Oh darling I'm so glad you asked me! I'll clear up my schedule right now! I can tell you all about my trip! Oh! Uh...But first Things first. Urogi my faithful companion." Said golden eyed harpy blinked as he was addressed. "Could you please bring Sakura dear to Hairou? She was very naughty and should be locked up to think about what she's done. I'm sure Hairou will be happy to watch her until Kokushibo comes back and decides what her punishment should be."
"And medical care." He hummed and purple eyes narrowed. "Get her medical care, Douma."
"Oh yes! That too of course! Urogi, would you please do the honors?"
Said harpy was let lose and gave a final unsure look around at the lot of you... before with a flap of his wings and a shriek from Sakura, she was grabbed by the shoulders and lugged off the ground by Urogi and into the air like how a hawk would carry away a bunny. Which all left you, Karaku still looking over his shoulder at you holding him, Douma looking pleased, and about a hundred other spectators watching you all. After a moment of staring you sighed and turned to the left, only to pause again as a person bowed. Followed by another one and another one as one by one the few demons left bowed down their heads to you and in turn you blinked... before looking up at the much taller blonde whom chuckled.
"Congratulations, Dear Y/n. You've earnt it."
"Earnt...what?"
"Sakura's rank and nobility title of course. When a Kizuki Bride or Groom is challenged for their title then the challenger also placed their own title on the line against them. If Sakura would've won against you...Well then I'd have to refer to HER as my new fiance. However since you bested her, and she was of a noble status..."
Your eyes widened as he trailed off. "No."
"Oh yes. Congratulations Dear. You weren't nobility before but now you've officially been raised to the title of Lady Y/n Tamayo. And with it...the benefits of being accepted fully into our society."
Silence clung onto everything in the Dwell as you walked almost numbly through its halls with a frown. Karaku thrown over your right shoulder still and Douma happily walking on your left. Servants alike stood watching and stopped what they were doing to watch the three of you walk by, instant bows greeted you but this time there was a different feel about it. When they bowed to you before it WASN'T because you were above them, but more out of politeness for being engaged to so many powerful people. Now...it just felt like you were royalty and they saw themselves as beneath you. You didn't like that. You didn't like them having to bow to you. Is this how Akaza felt when he asked Eri to stop bowing to him? You wondered. After a moment you finally stopped. Karaku blinked as he was finally leaned over and slowly placed down onto his feet and stood up to his full height. Blinking as your tired eyes looking back up to him.
"Are you alright?"
"I-..." He nodded. "Yeah. I uh...I don't think I'll be bothered anymore!" He tried smiling like usual and chuckling. "It was also pretty romantic of you to try and rescue me.~ Can't say I've ever had the pleasure of a girl doing something like that for me before.~..Um. but I gotta ask. Why DID you do all that for me if you hate me so much?"
"Is that what you think I think of you?" Your body swayed lightly to the left. "Karaku." Green eyes blinked as you grabbed his hand. "I don't h-hate you. I'm just a little frustrated with your behavior. I've seen h-how much you care about your family, Urogi even told me about how you help take care of his wings." His eyes widened. "You might be annoying a lot of the time, but that's not justification for what Sakura tried to do to you. Forcing love isn't right. If she wasn't going to stop t-then something had to be D-Done."
"I-...I don't...know what to say."
"A thank you would be nice, and promise me to not blame yourself again for her actions. How-However.. You're still not going to court me unless you can prove that you can respect my boundaries in a way I'm satisfied...in..."
Purple eyes rolled up into the back of your head as the world darkened and tilted over, and you fell towards the ground-
"SHIT!!" Karaku was quick to catch the limp woman in his arms and hold her ragdoll body in a dip. Her entire world fading to black. "Oh shit shit shit!! SOMEONE GET A HEALER!!" Someone immediately ran quickly away down the hall away from them. Douma blinked... before a cold hand reached over to press against her jugular. "IS SHE DEAD?! IS SHE GONNA WAKE UP?! OH GODS SEKIDO'S GOING TO KILL ME IF AKAZA DOESN'T GET TO ME FIRST!!" Green eyes flashed with much panic. 
"Oh she's perfectly fine." Douma smiled wider and removed his hand from her throat. "I feel a pulse so she's definitely alive. She's probably just exhausted. The poor dear must've exhausted herself pushing her limits against Sakura. She'll be perfectly fine after napping for a few hours." He then blinked and hummed. "Although his does put a damper on our lunch plans.... We'll probably have to push back our plans to tomorrow morning. Oh bother. "
"THAT'S WHAT WORRIES YOU RIGHT NOW?!"
You didn't wake until many hours later. When you did, you slowly found yourself waking up in your soft futon and covered in extra fluffy blankets and an extra soft pillow under your head. On your body was a new kimono as you revealed sitting up and peeling the blankets from your body. Dazed, you sat there for a moment blinking at nothing for a moment.
"Hey you!" You jumped up whirling around to blink at rainbow irises. "So you're finally awake."
....You blinked before in a panic grabbing the blankets and pulling them back over your body. "DOUMA?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!''
"Well, you passed out and after a healer saw you I thought it'd be best if someone watched over you just in case something happened."
"I THOUGHT WE AGREED YOU WOULDN'T ENTER MY ROOM WITHOUT PERMISSION!!"
"UNLESS it was a legitimate emergency!," he pointed out smiling, "Someone suddenly passing out after violently fighting someone is an emergency. What if something happened while you were alone? No one would be here to help you. And you did say you wanted to talk to me as soon as I got back. Here I am!"
You just blinked at his stupidly smiling face before scowling and pointing at him. "You intercepted my letter to Sakura!!"
He didn't even try to deny it. "I did!"
"You lied to Karaku and his brothers about me and Sakura!"
"I did!"
"Douma, that's a HUGE violation of trust! Why would you do something like that right after that talk we had About privacy and respecting my boundaries?!"
"Well ..If I'm being completely honest, I was legitimately trying to help while keeping it as peaceful as possible."
You blanked staring at him. "...WHAT?! HOW IS THAT HELPING?!"
"You see Sakura did legitimately think that you knew what her intentions were outside of the incident with my dear Daki, and when you beat her the first time she was too humiliated to try it anything believing you bested her. If anyone found out that you DIDN'T actually fight her for Mr. Karaku's hand-..." He shrugged while explaining still with a smile. "She might've confronted you again but tried something much more underhanded. Your letter and gift would've sent her after you."
"Then what was the point of telling everyone else that?!"
"To make it seem believable and to put Upper Moon Four at ease once more. If Sakura had seen them not knowing about your 'victory' against her it would've raised suspicion. I figured since you've shown disinterest in Karaku specifically courting you that you'll just reject him afterwards and he'll live happily knowing that the entire situation was as far as he knew resolved. Sakura would've been too humiliated to try anything else especially after my warning after poor little Daki was so humiliated." He then sighed again. "You confronting her today only undid my work and resulted in her actually challenging you for real.'' He then smiled again brightly. "But on the bright side you legitimately bested her and so this entire thing has been resolved either way! Isn't that all that matters?"
"I-....RRRRRRR!!!" Your hands grabbed your face and slowly ran down it before looking back at him with a giant inhale. "Douma." He hummed smiling at you. "You can't just go behind my back like that and do something like that! Believe it or not I think it comes off as very distrustful."
Douma's smile vanished as he legitimately looked confused again before tilting his head. "Really? I thought me doing the right thing would make you happy."
"NOT when it's something behind my back like that. Douma, you need to understand that doing something that I don't know about and LYING about it afterwards to other people About it is something BAD. If someone like Jade spoke about and did things behind Daki's back like you said she did, wouldn't it be reasonable that I wouldn't want that for myself?" You tried again using Jade and himself for a comparison he'd understand. 
She again looked thoughtful as if thinking... before slowly nodding and smiling again. "Yes! I do believe I see that now! I will be sure to keep that in mind going forward!"
"Good. Going forward anything behind my back and lying AND stealing any of my letters is OFF LIMITS!! I'll only give you a pass this ONCE! Understand?" He nodded. "Good. I also want you to apologize for doing that."
"Alright! I'm sorry!"
"Good. I want you to apologize to Karaku and his entire family too after this!" You pressed pointing.
"I promise I will right after we have dinner together!"
"Good. Wait... What's going to happen to Sakura then?"
"Well...Since the remnants of a highly illegal love potion was found in her home and she had intent to use it on a Kizuki, she's now arrested and put in solitary confinement for treason. Don't worry. Hairou is VERY good at his warden job. She'll remain there until Kokushibo-dono arrives and decides on what her punishment will be."
"And the love potion?!"
"I destroyed it personally. It won't ever be used again. "
You sighed in relief. "Well..Did you send for her to be given medical treatment?'"
His held tilted at you. "You are a strange person. A person attacks you intent on causing you harm possibly even to kill you and take everything you hold, and yet you ask for her life to be spared and for your enemy to be healed."
"DOUMA?!"
He chuckled again at you... but his chuckling was without joy as usual. ''Yes. She'll get it. Hairou won't like it however. You see he enjoys his torment."
''... What's Sakura's family going to think about this?" Your eyes narrowed at him. "You're not going to harm them are you?"
"Oh no. There'd be no point in doing that! Nothing will really change with them other than maybe some rumors and ridicule. Sakura was always a spoiled, lose cannon. Jade however might ask me to release her. Despite their very opposite personalities, the sisters are oddly close. I wouldn't worry about her either. She knows from our last talk that any rebellion from her will make me most...'irritated'."
You shivered at the tone he took but shook it off. "...I guess that's good." You then glanced at his arm, and contemplated something before sighing. "Thank you.'' He hummed in question. "When you restrained me from doing something I might've regretted. Thank you for that. I also want to... apologize for somethings I've done to you."
"Oh?" He looked... interested now. 
"You obviously don't... perceive things the same way I or anyone else does. I have to explain myself and we need to talk more clearly in order to understand one another. I should've just talked to you sooner and not just try to trick you or push you into the Dwells most." No matter how much you DIDN'T regret pushing him in the most, twice, or trying to trick him, it'd be better to just...let it all go. You'll be better just going by what you learnt now to navigate around him. "I also apologize for attacking you earlier. I shouldn't have done that either. I won't be doing that again." Unless he gives you a reason to.
He just smiled wider and wider. "All is forgiven! I honestly didn't mind anyways! That was just you getting all that compacted stress out wasn't it?"
"... Actually now that you bring it up, I feel...a lot better now than I have been since I've gotten here months ago."
"You must've taken out all your stress out on Sakura and a bit of myself until there simply wasn't any left in your entire body! Your head should be clearer now!"
"Yes. It is actually..." You then looked at him. "Has Rui arrived home yet?"
"The child has not."
"Good. There's something about his family I need to talk to you about." He hummed again. "Months ago, his biological mother and all his brothers and sisters arrived in your care. I want you to ensure that woman and her children has everything they need for a comfortable life. Education, medical care, whatever they need."
"Oh yes! Akaza had spoken to me about that!" He nodded. "It's all been taken cared of. I even took the liberty of finding a suitable male figure for the children can imprint onto until they're old enough to no longer need a father figure in their lives. You need not worry about them, however I will take your request into account next time I need to check over things back home." His eyes became half lidded. "However I am surprised again. You're concerned about a woman whom abandoned her child and children whom no longer see Rui as family, and you do not seem to not hold any hate against them for it."
"Trauma effects people differently in different ways. I don't like how they treated him but it's not my place to say how she chooses to handle that pain. And I HAVE seen her." You stressed out pointing at him. "I've seen how she interacted with her daughters and her other sons. She loved those children. They don't need punishment, they need help."
His smile widened. "Then it's a good thing Im used to helping people of all kinds."
You didn't get a chance to say anything else before the door opened up and you both looked over. There was two people standing there. A servant girl with a large tray of food, and Rui whom stood there staring at you. Before he frowned deeply.
"Oh come on! How many dates are you going to go on this week?!"
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sir-yeehaw-paws · 1 year
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CHOOSE YOUR FIGHTER (MGSV Style)
Comprised of some of my favourite staff names, faces, etc. *Under a cut so I don’t clog dashboards)
WE HAVE:
Creeping Whale: He’s wondering how whales can creep. They do move slow, but still.
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Cannibal Slug: Deeply questioning his decision to be here.
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Crawling Raptor: Yeah, yeah I do, what are YOU gonna do about it??
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Stalking Wallaby: Passport Photo Mode
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Vampire Mastiff: Extremely proud of his name.
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Rancid Goat: :(
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Death Gecko: HELL YEAH I AM I guess :/
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Brutal Vulture: I just want my plants, am I that brutal??
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Rancid Worm: Another :( Man
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Lonely Phoenix: Passport Photo 2
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Rumble Hog: He’s so proud of himself.
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Death Bison: *Hissing, Snarling*
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Striker Dragon: A little baffled how he got his name but not displeased.
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Raging Moth: Moths do rage for sure. Don’t put him near any bright lights.
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Cannibal Rooster: LOOK AT HIM, LOOK AT HIM.
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Sadistic Octopus: Looks so friendly! Not at all sadistic.
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Goblin Panther: GOBLIN PANTHER. What else is there to say? He likes plants too.
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Rumble Crab: Please. PLEASE DO THE CRAB WALK
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Charging Eel: Utterly resigned to his fate.
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Spitting Cat: HISS HISS HISS
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Killer Kitten: Adorable. Beautiful. Love that she’s also a zoologist.
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Frantic Squirrel: Squirrels are very frantic but this man just seems very sad.
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Green Tarantula: DAMN RIGHT MAN THEY *SHOULD* BE GREEN.
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Armoured Rooster: You wish, you WISH you could be called Armoured Rooster.
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Sky Centipede: Boss, how do centipedes even end up in the sky? Don’t worry about it.
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Brutal Wasp: Man do I really deserve this? Why am I here? How did I even get here..
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Bastard Bat: Dealing with it.
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Bastard Bison: I feel you bat, I feel you.
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Dire Worm: Crying Worms immediate competition. He looks so sad with his code name.
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Vampire Whale: I HAVE a kick ass code name but I don’t know how I got here.
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Creeping Buzzard: YOU WISH you were her. She’s so proud! See those stats? Deserved.
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Brutal Moth: About as threatening as a brutal moth would be I suppose.
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Devil Gecko: Has a service cross. Seems a bit confused by this. Might’ve been one of the parasite infected zombie soldiers I got (they all get service crosses if you bring them back).
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Rat: RAT. His name is just RAT. Rat’s fine with this, he’s a diplomat.
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Greedy Barracuda: Sounds like a band name. I love saying it.
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Biting Tree Frog: Secret hidden lyric in Snake Eater.
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Glacier Mongoose: Passport Photo 3
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Mad Centipede: He’s called centipede. Like his buddy up there, he has one of the most detested insects code names. Sorry dude.
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Vengeful Buffalo: Is a counselor. Godspeed bro.
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Spunky Platypus: PLEASE run the Mother Base rave night. Please.
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And of course, at the end of the day there is always:
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HIDEO!
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so, a Godzilla like au? I feel like a big question would be if the kaiju can understand Yuu? If not are there certain words or phrases they understand?
Yup! Godzilla-like AU~! UvU
To a degree the kaiju can understand what Yuu/the humans on the island were saying, but as for the actual meanings and such they rely on tone and visual cues to get the intent behind what's being said.
The ones who have spent more time around the researchers have a bit more of an understanding on some of the words that are used and the intent behind them based on how the researchers introduced them to the language. It was akin to how we would teach young kids how to say certain words using visuals--car while showing a car, cat while showing a cat, tree while showing a tree, rock while showing a rock, etc...
They can't really speak the words due to either their vocal chords or the structure of their mouth (though some can come very close), but they can understand it well enough to know what the researchers "want" (one kaiju with a navy-blue spade-like marking on its face brought them an entire tree like a dog with a stick and the researchers had to deal with a massive tree blocking their facility for a few days).
Of course, kaiju have a different method of communication outside of roars, snarls, hisses, and bellows that only vaguely uses low frequencies. There is, however, one unique method of communication that is entirely unique to the kaiju themselves.
Researchers have been struggling to figure out how to describe this sensation or give it a name, the only explanation they have being that they would see flashes of color in their mind or waves of shifting colors that undulate in time with the sounds the kaiju made. Some can experience it better than others, but not on the same level as another kaiju according to the scans they managed to get. The only thing they could think of calling it is, "resonance echoes", an effect that Yuu will soon experience.
To put it simply, it would be akin to echolocation or the fact that elephants can communicate through vibrations to one another (or if you've seen "Abominable" then it would be akin to that, just less visual for most kaiju while some like Malleus can manifest it to that degree)!
I'll be elaborating more on the "resonance echoes" in future posts, but for now this is me worldbuilding more for this AU as I work through the next part, which should hopefully be done soon once I can get the characters to cooperate. 😂
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hazelnut-u-out · 1 year
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okayyyy, so... i actually skipped ahead on a couple of requests because i was kind of desperate to play around with this dynamic?? i'm still not really comfortable with writing them, but i think that this turned out okay, lol. i hope you like it!!!
request for @thesoftboiledegg based on the dynamic in this drawing by @joycew-art
-obviously, tw for basically everything (blood, violence, nsfw-ish??, etc.)
-edit: (i also went a bit more disturbing with this one, so if that’s something you’re not cool with, i’ll catch you in a different fic <3)
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Rick risked a quick glance to where Morty’s limp body lay in a crumpled heap on the other side of the room. There was no other indication that the boy was even alive aside from the deep, slow breaths that pushed and pulled on his tiny ribcage- lightly swooning his unnaturally positioned limbs.
Rick winced at the sound of his breathing. Morty’s nose and mouth had been so bloodied when the other Rick had thrown him through the portal that it didn’t surprise his grandfather that his inhales clattered like bags of broken glass rattling together.
He fought against the instinct to move towards his grandson with every passing moment. Instead, he dug his knees harder into the cold concrete beneath them. He let it leech his warmth, sucking out the last bit of hope for preserving his dignity as he kept his hands clenched tightly behind his back as he’d been told.
“Eyes up here, baby,” the impossibly younger version of himself crooned, venom dripping off of his tongue as the words slipped into the unsettlingly still atmosphere blanketing everything in the garage.
Everywhere this… version of himself went, an eerie sort of calm followed. It was that kind of calm before a storm. That honeymoon phase before the abuser exploded again.
The way he spoke, the way he smiled and fawned over Rick, he could have believed that he was actually kind and misunderstood- that he would let them go and that this was all some sort of odd misunderstanding.
But, no.
This was a sickly-sweet sort of kindness. Like how sugar goes down easily but disintegrates your teeth. Like how rotting meat smells of freshly cut fruit before the stench hits you.
Rick succumbed to the man’s request, lifting his stare up to look at him through his lashes. The other man’s grin was wide and toothy, slithering its way from one ear to the other. Rick felt his gut roil with an odd mixture of bubbling rage and fear.
“Goooood boy,” the younger Rick cooed, using the barrel of the gun he clasped in his right hand to tilt Rick’s chin up even further.
Rick couldn’t help the low growl that rumbled its way through his teeth, lip curling up in a snarl. His fingers twitched, and he cursed the fact that this motherfucker had disabled his tech.
Then, suddenly, the cold metal of the gun was hauled out from under his chin and his head reeled to the side with a brunt smacking force. His temple throbbed and he struggled to re-establish his previous posture, sucking a harsh hiss of air in from his clenched jaw.
He blinked a few times before looking up at the other man. Rick could feel a hot sticky substance running down the side of his face. He could only assume it was the same thick red liquid the other Rick was wiping from the butt of the gun and onto the fabric of his jacket.
His eyes were lasers as they bore into Rick’s own, but his gaze looked… empathetic. Soft, even.
He still smiled, but in a gentle sort of closed-lipped smirk, his brow furrowed in a way that showed concern. Rick would have believed it, too, if he hadn’t known better.
The younger of the two crouched, reaching out his hand to wipe a small trickle of blood off of Rick’s cheekbone gently. The silky caress of his thumb over Rick’s skin was acid, and Rick could have sworn the stench of his skin burning writhed around his nose. Rick winced, but otherwise forced everything about his expression into neutrality.
“Oh, you poor thing…” the other man tutted quietly, shaking his head. He retracted his thumb, looking at the blood smeared across the pad and turning it, as if he was admiring the way the dim overhead light of the garage danced along the surface. “Now, look at what a mess you’ve made. Let’s clean this up, hmm?”
His smile broadened again, still warm but with a new kind of dark energy flickering over his features. Rick fought the urge to pull his head back as the younger man pressed his bloody thumb against his lips.
The elder clenched his jaw even tighter, pressing his mouth into a tight line as the cooling blood was coated along his lips.
“Open up,” the other Rick sang, pressing his thumb with more force, pushing Rick’s lips painfully against his teeth. Rick only pressed them together more tightly.
An exasperated sigh from the man in front of him warmed the air between the two, ghosting over Rick’s face. It smelled syrupy, the essence of him dripping with sugar.
“You know better than that,” he breathed out, shaking his head lightly before placing the gun back into the holster on his hip with a light ‘click.’ Bringing his other hand around, he harshly gripped the older man’s nose, squeezing it shut between his thumb and forefinger.
It was a long moment. Rick went rigid, stilled by his determination not to breathe. The other man looked deep into his eyes, smile growing impossibly wider by the minute.
Rick’s lungs were burning, fiery fists on the inside of his chest pummeling him from the inside out to breathe.
Finally, against his own volition, Rick’s mouth shot open in a desperate gasp, and the other man’s thumb wrenched past his teeth immediately.
Rick nearly bit down, but, almost as if he’d sensed it, the younger’s hand retracted from his nose and instead brought the cold barrel of the gun back up to kiss Rick’s unmarred temple.
“Be gentle, now,” he whispered. “Use your tongue. Let’s get it all off.” His eyes were focused on Rick’s mouth, entranced. Rick wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d started drooling. It made his gut twist, bile threatening to crawl its way out before he tamped down the sensation.  
Begrudgingly, Rick darted his tongue in quick circles around the salty digit, the metallic twang of his own blood coating the inside of his throat as he swallowed.
The other man let out a hushed moan, leaning forward and resting his forehead against Rick’s.
The skin of the younger’s temple was soft against his own, and Rick hoped that he wouldn’t make him lick off the blood that was no doubt being transferred in the process.
Abruptly, the other man yanked his thumb from Rick’s mouth with a distinct ‘pop’ and stood. Rick had been right. Blood now sullied the opposite side of his face- Rick’s younger, more sinister, mirror image.
He looked down at his thumb, wrinkling his nose and bringing up one side of his mouth in dramatically feigned revulsion. “Disgusting,” he spat. “It reeks of booze.” He wiped his thumb on the front of his jacket in a languid caress, returning his gaze back to Rick and circling him slowly.
The clunk of his boots reverberated through the garage as he orbited the old man- a wounded prey animal lost and confused.
Rick fixed his own stare onto the floor, watching the blood drip down from his forehead into a little puddle in front of his knees, splashing up to spatter his khakis.
Suddenly, the footsteps stopped behind him, and he could feel the other man looming overhead.
“Let’s take off the coat,” the younger drawled, a gruff fleece caressing Rick’s ears.
“N-No,” Rick spit out, remaining otherwise unmoving.
The energy around them grew cold, and Rick snuck another glance at Morty.
“Hmmm?” the younger voiced, low and sinister. Rick shook his head. “Well… let me put this a different way, then…”
There was a click, the sound of a gun cocking, and then a lithe set of fingers wrenched Rick’s jaw back, pushing his head to one side- to where Morty lay, incapacitated.
The man’s other arm was extended in a leisurely aim at the little boy, his free hand now drawing lazy circles over Rick’s jawline with his thumb.
“It’s not your life on the line,” The younger looked down at Rick, offering up a soft smile. “It’s his.” Rick gulped, fighting against the urge to lunge upward and throw himself at this version of himself. “So… a couple of rules. I’m nice, you see? I only have two, and they’re reeeaal easy to follow- even for boneheads like you… Ready?”
Rick gritted his teeth but nodded curtly anyway. The younger’s smirk widened at his reaction.
“One: if you don’t listen, I shoot him. Two: if you speak, I shoot him. Understand?” He spoke slowly, as if explaining how to make an arts and crafts project to a child. Rick compelled himself not to spit in the other man’s face. He felt tears prick his eyes- just desperate to get Morty out of this situation; to not have to do whatever it was he was about to have to do. He nodded again, this time more slowly, blinking away the tears.
“Good boy,” the other man whispered, leaning down and planting a small peck of a kiss on the clean side of his forehead.
The other Rick let go of the elder’s jaw, stepping back and making his way over to Rick’s rolling chair sat at the work bench. Turning to face Rick and gesturing to the chair with the gun, he asked politely, “Mind if I take a seat?”
Rick didn’t answer, but the other man acted as if he had, planting himself in the seat in a low position. He pushed his hips forward, hands on his knees, gun resting comfortably over one, and slumped his shoulders forward slightly.
Raising an eyebrow, he spoke with a huff, “Well, why haven’t we lost the jacket yet?”
Rick narrowed his eyes, his throat burning with the effort it took to not disobey, and moved to take off his lab coat.
“No,” the other man sighed. “Are you really that stupid? Come over here- at my feet.”
Rick struggled against the fire coursing through him, pressing his tongue flush to the roof of his mouth so he wouldn’t speak. He went to shove himself up off of the ground when the younger spoke again.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he let out a gruff chuckle and Rick froze, scared he’d done something wrong. “Crawl.”
Rick let loose a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, sinking to his hands and knees. His face burned with shame as he crawled, eyes glued to the floor, to where the other man sat. When the shiny leather of the combat boots were only inches from his fingers, he pushed himself back onto his knees, his back popping with the shift of movement. The other man’s hand reached out and brushed the fabric of his coat off each of his shoulders, one by one.
“Take it the rest of the way off for me, sweetheart,” the other cooed, and Rick obliged. He slipped his unsteady hands out of the sleeves and let the heap of fabric fall to the floor around him.
The younger let out a small noise of approval, pushing his hips out just a bit more. His willowy grasp found a gentle purchase in Rick’s hair, thumb lovingly stroking along his injured temple. Rick cringed at the pain, but didn’t dare protest.
“Look up at me and open your mouth.”
Rick didn’t move at first. Even his breathing paused. Then, he saw the other man’s hand tighten around the gun, and he raised his head. He stared up through his lashes and forced his jaw to unlock, lips falling open a tad.
“Wider,” the other man sang sweetly, and Rick did as he was told. “Tongue out… Good.”
Rick didn’t think shame could singe him anymore, but he could feel his ears growing hot. He struggled to keep his shoulders from caving in as he looked up at the younger, a Cheshire Cat with glowing red eyes.
Before Rick even had time to react, the other man leaned back slightly and spat, the warm substance landing on the flattened pad of his tongue. It was everything he could do to not reel back in disgust. Instead, he kept his tongue out, willing himself not to gag as the saliva cooled in the open air.
“Well?” an exasperated bite of a question rang out overhead. “Swallow, dipshit.”
When Rick didn’t move immediately, it was a quick measure to bring the gun up to his gaping mouth. The cold metal bit into his tongue and he gagged as the hand that rested on the side of his head shoved him down along the shaft. His jaw seared with pain as the square, rigid shape of the gun gave no leeway to the natural conformity of his throat.
Tutting, the younger held him there, gasping for air desperately through his nose and wringing his head this way and that to attempt to stop the uncomfortable retching. Rick dug his nails into the concrete until it hurt to avoid stupidly placing his hands against the other man’s knees to gain some leverage.
After a long moment, tears streaming down the elder’s face, the other Rick let up. He pulled the gun back, a string of saliva connecting Rick’s quivering lips to the barrel as he sputtered and choked. Rick fell forward, head coming to rest on the other’s knee as he tried desperately to catch his breath. The man’s other hand resumed its gentle stroking, and Rick hated the part of himself that careened upward into the comforting touch.
“You’re an ugly old fucker, but it’s just so damn cute when my pets cry for me,” he drawled from overhead, leaning down until his breath stroked the elder’s flushed face. Rick felt the hot moisture of the other man’s tongue lick a lethargic stroke up his cheek, lapping up his tears. He didn’t have the energy to flinch away. The old man, instead, lay there, slumped over and drooling onto his lap.
“Would you like to sit on my lap?” The other Rick murmured, warm lips brushing along the shell of Rick’s ear. Rick nodded, sensing ‘yes’ was the right answer, but the other man brought the damp weapon back up to tap his cheek curtly. “Use your words.”
Rick hesitated for a moment before mouthing a faint, “Yes.”
Then, the firearm was promptly pulled away from his cheek, the younger immediately retracting his face from his own and aiming. Rick started as the sound of the gun firing rang around the room- a bullet firing through Morty’s left foot. Blood sprayed along the concrete and Rick shot to his feet.
The small boy didn’t even stir.
Rick cried out in pain as the other man swept his leg out, crumpling him to the ground without having to so much as stand. “Don’t move.”
Rick froze, not knowing what to do- a stinging ache wisping along his knees.
“What did I say about speaking?” The other man said pleasantly, hand reaching back out to stroke the side of Rick’s face. Rick couldn’t pull his eyes away from Morty’s body- the blood seeping into the ground around him.
How the fuck had he gotten this poor kid into this? Morty was just a boy. He was born a saint- the only person Rick had met that wanted to forgive incessantly- and Rick had thought him a criminal by birthright. There was nothing- nothing- inherently evil about that boy that lay in front of him, life seeping out of his wilting form. Anything rotten or callous about him was there by Rick’s design. He had the chance to make something better for him and he’d instead decided to mold him into his image. He’d picked out all of the bad parts of himself, all the bits he hated and tried to throw away, and stitched them into his grandson. He told him these were the good parts, the parts of himself that he should have coveted and treasured- but they were the bits that would condemn him to hellfire. This is what he'd done.
He pulled that little one from his only chance at salvation and damned him to a life of self-hatred and darkness. The insults that were hurled from his whiskey-soaked tongue, the blood that washed over his smoke stained hands, that had all sullied that boy.
Rick had been insolent enough to think that he could learn to heal, that he could be better for him- somehow repay him for the life he’d ripped away from him.
But… no. Everything Rick had fought for had culminated into nothing but this. This. This was Morty’s destiny. This was his own.
Rick let out a shaky cry, and the younger made some sort of shushing sound, leaning forward and wiping tears from the elder’s cheek with his thumb. “It’s okay, honey. You didn’t know,” he clucked. “How could you? You’re so… dumb. Honestly, it’s my fault for expecting more from you… C’mere. Sit in my lap,” he patted his thigh with the gun, an odd sort of clacking sound emanating from the movement. “I’ll make it better.”
Rick nodded shakily, standing on trembling legs and moving towards the other. As he sat on the younger’s lap, sobs twisted through him and shook his aging form. He couldn’t control it anymore- something inside of him broke. He just wanted to crawl across the floor to Morty; to hold his little body in his arms and make sure he’d be okay. At any rate, he wanted to die letting the blood of a lamb wash away his sins.
There was some irony in it, he thought. The crimson that had painted the floor of his own garage all those years and dimensions ago, and then… now- that scarlet coiling around Morty’s delicate limbs, here.
A parallel. A mirror image of what he’d sworn he’d never let happen again.
The other man brought his arms up in a… warm embrace. Rick let himself cry into his shoulder, crumpling over him- truly no more than an extension of- a slave to- the man who had killed his wife and daughter.
He wouldn't move if it meant that there was even a sliver of a chance that he could get Morty out of this somehow.
There was nothing he could do.
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nvrcmplt · 3 months
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Differences between ( my ) Beastkin and Shifters ::
Beastkin ::
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Will always have a feature of their Animal on their being on show. Ears, Tail, Wings, Claws, Eyes, Scales - etc. These are born with them from the get-go, they are not able to be put away and are always on full display.
Can transform into their Animal form, however in extreme stressful situations or states of mind, it is very hard for them to turn back without being in complete safety. It has been known for some Beastkin to be stuck for months in their animal form, often losing sense of their humanity half in the process. It is dangerous.
Have more animalistic natures compared to humans. They nest, they preen, they display when courting, etc. It is a little odd for humans to witness at times, but most of the time, common sense is on the side of all. Just don't say anything or make fun of them.
Having both animal brain and human brain, they have a conflict of dietary needs, ideals of how to be with others of their species etc. This feeds into the natures of Beastkin, some are very territorial, and it makes it hard to hold jobs. Some are aloof and some are discriminated against for simply being, EG; spiders, bugs, venomous snakes.
They are agile and a tad bit stronger than humans due to their Animal natures. Senses are heightened and, just, overall, better than humans due to this. However, they have a higher childbirth rate due to genetics and are often known for having big families to make as many as possible. Animals capable of 'litters' are often frowned upon, but also in awe of those animals that can only have one or two children at a time.
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Will have the ability to share parts of their Beast on their being. EG; Ears, fangs, claws, eyes, tails… however, they are not always permanent, they can be shifted at will depending on how 'trained' they are as a species. ( In Zviad's case, he is a homunculus creation - fixed with his feline features. )
They tend to think of their 'other sides' as 'Monsters' 'Beast' 'Other Heart' 'Other Mind', as they are two of the same whole but two very different things. The Human side is the thoughts and calculated process of mingling in life, whilst the Beast is the instinctual monster that knows how to look after itself when in danger.
Senses are shared, heightened and acute - but can be very overbearing for the 'human side' this side effects are often found in them. EG: light sensitivity for reptiles, migraine inducing hearing from wolves, etc.
They are stronger than humans and beastkin, due to the sharing of muscular structures and recovery healing from shifting forms. A tougher muscle mass / skin / fat build is often noticed with Shifters.
Animalistic Natures are more reactive, violent and less provoked by the need to use it. Growling, snarling, hissing - are reactionary of the Beast within to the Human's current threat. A Beast will recognize their mate in distress and will croon / purr to soothe them, like a human would hum for a crying person.
Transformation is the loss of oneself, sealing away one part of them - to allow the other side full control. Whether this means waking up in a bloodbath or sitting in a dog crate under a full moon, for some species, depends on their level of practised control. Shifters tend to have one - two forms to take. A mix of animal and man, bipedal monsters. Or full animal formed, wolf, cat, bear.
There has been tales of a third form, which is rare but often not recorded due to the sheer secrecy of them.
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hi mal!! ty for these <3
🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).
i haven't posted it yet but there's a part in the muzzled rain fic that i am really proud of! it worked out exactly how i wanted it to :) and i am also proud of the fact that i finally got enough written for amnesia fic to start posting it, that's such a big project and i've been working on it pretty consistently for months now
🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?
mist!! i love her dearly and i have rotated many scenarios with her, but i haven't actually written anything with her yet. i have a couple of things planned that i haven't started though hehe
🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.
Dew should turn around and go get someone who’s more suited to handling this, probably. Or maybe he should let her work it out herself; she, like him, often prefers time alone, away from potential collateral damage. But Dew isn’t known for his common sense, or sense of self preservation, so he taps into her thoughts and says, Wow, you smell like shit. Wake up on the wrong side of the nest or something? He should have expected the reaction. He expected some kind of reaction, but he didn’t imagine the vehemence with which she whips around with a snarl, ears pinned and teeth bared, and he's not prepared for her to launch herself down the hall at him, a blur of grey ghoul and black clothes. It’s nothing she hasn’t done a hundred times before but her scent sours so fast and so much it makes his stomach twist. Normally, he would snap right back and they’d go rolling, hissing and squalling until one of them (Stratus, usually) ends up on top, but it’s obvious now that she’s fucked up bad about something. So he braces his feet and lets her collide with him, wraps his arms tight around her even as she sinks her teeth into his shoulder with a harsh snarl. Woah, hey, okay. Come here, Dew mutters, and she bites down harder and growls again. In the next moment, she’s wrapped all her limbs around him like an angry octopus, which he takes as a sign to just start walking back towards the ghoul dorm wing. He feels a little out of his element, but a snarly, bitey Stratus is nothing new to him, so that helps. He’s still not sure how he’s supposed to help here; he has an idea, but he’ll need to make sure she’s receptive to it before he tries it, because he doesn’t actually want to get mauled. But whatever happens, it’s not happening in the fucking hallway. 
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my imagery! i have always really enjoyed digging into imagery and describing environments and Vibes, which i did quite a bit in my first fic when aether is in the woods running from dew, and there's tons of imagery in the next chapter of amnesia fic that i am super proud of tbh
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Chapter 6 - Beyond Light and Shadow (Tumblr Backup)
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Morning sunlight only started to grace the earth when Goku Kyubi had brought the muscular Oni back to the Youkai World. 
Shutendouji couldn't count on getting away this time. That wicked kitsune, she had dragged him into a chamber where the demon queen awaited him, alongside that child with way too much summoning power. Not for execution, but for some sort of alternative that she had been cryptically hinting at.
The two Goku leveled youkai chartered for a bit, explaining her plan as Shuten was restrained, only his thoughts aiding him in preparation for whatever the hell this was going to be.
“Foolish Oni,” Goku Hyakki-hime spoke up in her lifeless voice. “If you were any weaker, I would have killed you myself. However, you have strength similar to an extinction level threat that’s too hard to ignore, so allow me to awaken that sealed potential within you.”
Goku Hyakki-hime raised her hand, a bewitching dark aura coming off of her fingertips like black smoke. A delicate hand brushed a wicked finger on the restrained oni’s chest, more of that inky aura becoming more and more intense.
“Seal the emotions that confine you, hold you back from your full potential,” Goku Hyakki-hime began to recite, her eyes glowing a more intense ruby red all the while, voice not raising a single emotion. Not even as Shuten screamed in bloodcurdling pain. “Let only the primordial instinct to fight and kill be the only things beating in your heart.”
The screams subsided, silence filling the room for a moment. Soon, it was replaced with guttural growls and hisses, a shadowy aura leaking off of Shutendouji now. He had transformed into something that was recognizable, but somehow deeply horrific. Fire that didn’t radiate, but rather darkened was eternally burning on his body.
“The process was a success,” Goku Hyakki-hime commented in her usual cold tone. 
The reactions of the others differed. Chiharu’s being more close to his master’s, cold and calculating, fearing that any emotion would show weakness. Deep down, he was absolutely horrified at the oni turned feral creature in the oni’s skin.
Karna also tried to play it more emotionless, though he had trouble concealing it. Like Chiharu, he was pretty mortified that this could even occur, but tried to keep his composure like a part time employee in their last hour, desperately counting down the minutes.
Goku Kyubi showed delight, evilly grinning ear to ear at the monster. What a beautiful creature he was! Perfect, better than the original! Only issue is that he may try to steal her thunder, and she would have to fight if that were to come to fruition.
But, Chiharu’s expression would morph from dullness to being far more alarmed.
Almost immediately after being given enhancements, Shutendouji made an instinctive, almost feral dash right at Chiharu. The boy didn’t have time to think about calling forth help from a Genma.
His eyes looked into the ones belonging to the corrupted, feral Oni, blue and soulless with a faint glow. Yet, full of anger and detestment.
Within a blink, Chiharu felt like he had been cut open  across his left shoulder and chest, with blades that felt like they were on fire, bringing a painful burning and stinging pain across his body. Splatters of bright crimson filled his view, pouring from his chest and onto the floor. Was this guy always capable of this? 
He remembered when he was asked to hunt down this Oni, and how he held nothing back. Chiharu had delighted in beating up Shutendouji, his mind influencing the powerful Genma and Kenbumajin at his fingertips, until he was so battered he had no choice but to obey if he wanted to even dream about living.
Fresh blood dripped from Shutendouji’s much larger claws. He gave a primal snarl, ready to do it again, and again, and again. All until the kid was reduced to nothing.
Before the oni could get to shredding him, a few sunlit arrows struck Shutendouji, hissing in response. 
“Chiharu, I’ll take care of this! For now, run like hell and go through the nearby Ungykiako,” Karna instructed, Chiharu looking worried before silently nodding. 
Fear beat through his heart as he hesitated to start sprinting, blood feeling like it was spilling out faster and faster as each pulse in his chest increased in speed. Why was he feeling this? He was the queen’s perfect knight! He shouldn’t be feeling this way!
Yet, the words of the one shouting at him to run for it was someone he knew he valued more than a tool. A lesson the Kenbumajin had to teach him, that they were friends.
Chiharu went through one of the Ungykiakos and never looked back. Even if a part of him was screaming over if his friend was going to be alright.
Though, while he made it safe, he wished it wasn’t right in front of some girl who responded by screaming bloody murder. Of all places he had to end up in a neighborhood…
“Oh my god, oh my god…are you alright? What happened!?” The panicked voice asked, belonging to Saki. She had merely been walking to school, only for a kid her age, dressed in vintage emo subculture clothing and bleeding out, to appear right in her way. “I can get you to someone, my mom is a surgeon, she can help you!”
Chiharu was silent for a moment, taking off his scarf to try to soak up the blood. But as he did, it was clear he was struggling, his legs feeling shaky, the world starting to spin.
“No…” The boy managed to speak, his voice not wanting to admit such humiliating defeat. It wasn’t long before he passed right out on the ground, Saki screaming slowly fading out.
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To Chiharu’s shock, he wasn’t dead, but being laid down in a cold, white room made him feel like he was in hell. Gods no, anything but back there…
Thankfully, as the scenery became all the more clearer, it seems to have just been a guest’s room with more basic, lightly colored walls and bed that upon inspection, made it clear he wasn’t stuck in a hospital again. A sigh of relief was heard in the quiet room. Afternoon sunlight peered through the windows, Chiharu only now noticing the older woman in the room having looked over him.
“Hey, you, you’re finally awake,” The older woman greeted, her aged eyes still having a spark in them behind those round rim glasses. The boy groaned as he began to wake up, hissing a bit in pain as whatever painkillers he was on had worn off, and the stitches around the wound. 
“Unnghh, what the hell happened, and who are you?” Chiharu asked, the girl from earlier walking in.
“Oh, she’s my mom! I told you she was a surgeon, Dr. Inaho Misora,” Saki answered, the older woman looking proud of herself.
“You wouldn’t expect lil’ ol’ me to have a PhD, but I do!” Inaho grinned, before going back into a more professional look. “Right, back to you kid,”
“...Chiharu Shimamura. My name is Chiharu,” Chiharu answered rather coldly, but earnestly.
“Right, Chiharu, do you know what happened to even cause these sorts of gashes?” Inaho continued to inquire, Chiharu looking distant.
“A uhh…ermm…a wild bear?” Chiharu answered, figuring the older woman wasn’t in tune with anything supernatural.
Silence filled the room, Inaho taking a moment before delivering her analysis of the situation to the troubled child.
“Well, had that bear hit you half an inch to your right, one of your most important arteries could have been hit beyond any help. In other words, you would have died. Consider yourself lucky that you survived.” 
Deafening silence seeped into the room, the hair on Chiharu’s back standing up. Once he had tried to claim power and had a near encounter with death, and now it’s happened again. Why was he so weak? Why was his brushing up so close to death twice in recent memory?
Seeing the look on Chiharu’s face, Saki felt it was best to try to comfort him. “Hey now, I know what mom said was horrifying, but you’re alive and well, which is a good thing.”
“...Is there anything else to life other than prolonging the inevitable embrace of death?” Chiharu questioned, seriously shaken by the whole encounter. So badly, he wanted to explain the horrors he witnessed, the pure wrath of that oni, but simply was unable to find the words. If he were to try to give a supernatural exclamation, they’d think he’s crazy, out of his mind.
“I’m sorry that experience must have been a lot, but I assure you there’s a lot of nice things in life! Like video games! And the summer breeze!” Inaho tried to cheer up, but offered a comforting arm to the frightened child. “Do you know where your parents are? Got their number?”
Chiharu thought for a moment, his thoughts racing all at once. Parents? He didn’t live with anyone as far as he could remember…even then his memories were hazy at best. When he tried to remember it was things like recording studios, television sets, hospital rooms…Not a person he could call mother or father in sight of them.
But, there was at least one person he knew.
“...I have a friend I live with. He…He’s like me, an innocent soul whose birth mother and father threw him out to the river.” Chiharu finally had the courage to admit. “I don’t know where I put my cell phone last, do you know where a payphone is by chance? They seem to be hard to find.”
“A what?” Saki asked.
“Whatnow?” Inaho added in.
“...Nevermind, I’ll figure something out. Is it alright if I stay here for the night?” Chiharu perked up. 
“Sure thing! You don’t seem like you got anywhere to go, huh?” Inaho asked. 
Chiharu, in response, simply just nodded. Sure, he technically belonged somewhere, even was indebted to them. But now, he was starting to question if he belonged in such a hazardous place.
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Later in the evening, after school, a few familiar friends gathered in their usual meeting spot to discuss and discover any new cases. Of course there were the core three members, but Shirogane considered himself an official unofficial member now. Sure he was college bound, had a few odd jobs, and was one of the sacred king’s armory kenbumajin on top of all of that, but he could manage listening in on any possible cases.
“Did anything weird happen today?” Akinori asked, the two other teens shaking their heads.
“No not really, aside from Akira doing daily fortunes, but that’s more of a him thing,” Touma answered.
“Ehhh, most exciting thing is the school wide camping trip, but that’s not until two weeks from now. Still gotta ask my mom if it’s okay for me to go,” Natsume answered.
“Typical adult stuff for me,” Shirogane muttered.
“Even if there’s nothing new, we still got a lot to sort through,” Akinori began, unveiling a massive, rambling pinboard that took up at least most of the wall.
“W-What on earth is that?!” Touma asked, Akinori responded by slamming his hand into the board covered with pins and various colored strings.
“With the bombshells Natsume gave us after her mom talked with her, I’ve started to piece a lot of stuff together!” Akinori exclaimed, looking enthused about the whole board. “So far what we know is the following: Something caused The King of a Hundred Demons to start the reawakening process, first his sister woke up and started recruiting members. That Chiharu kid and his motormouth Kenbumajin being one of them, as well as various youkai who have been corrupted…Dark Youkai and Dark Arcs were the terms your mom used yeah?”
“Yeah,” Natsume answered, Akinori looking to be in a deep think as he thought on those terms for a bit.
“This is just me but I feel Dark Arcs and Dark Youkai are a bit corny without much punch, why not something with a better ring. Like I ‘unno, Maverick Arcs and Maverick Youkai or something? New age, we may as well update the terms, yeah?”
The other three simply remained silent, not even some of the youkai who hung around offered not a peep in retaliation or a better answer.
“I’ll take that silence as a resounding yes. Maverick Youkai it is.”
“Right, and I believe mom said Goku Hyakki-hime, the Queen of a Hundred Demon’s goal was to spread as much violence as possible to ressurect her brother now that a perfectly cloned human is somewhere…” Natsume kept going, Akinori looking somewhat puzzled.
“Natsume, are you sure your mom is okay? Cloning to that level only happens in movies…right?” Akinori questioned, a little worried at the possibilities. Touma decided it was best to chime in.
“There have been some advancements towards that kind of research, but a lot of major medical researchers refuse to delve into it further,” Touma brought up, trying to think about some of the ramblings he could hear his mother and father have in the brief times that they were home. “Cloning physical structure but also memories, that’s…that’s unbelievably dangerous to have in the open…”
“Debating ethics and if we’re in a sci-fi movie or not, what matters is that The Hundred Demon Queen Dushala is back and someone ended up getting cloned to be the key in bringing back her messed up brother!” Natsume tried to reason, the older man among the detectives looking shocked, and not in a way of delight.
“Wait, you said her name was Dushala? That can’t be her, it just can’t,” Stammering through his words, Shirogane looked distraught, his face painted with horror. “I knew her, she would never dream of such a horrible thing…”
“She made a vow after the sheer amount of casualties in The Great Throne Wars, appearing before my brothers and I. Truly, she absolutely despised all of us, especially one of my older brothers most of all, but she vowed to end the cycle of violence that left both of our families nearly extinct.” Shirogane recounted, remembering being coordinated as one of the first kings of the new era of youkai history. 
He remembered her face, how tired, distraught, angry, and then finally at peaceful resolve when she made that vow at the coordination. After that, neither he nor his brothers ever saw her again, to live her remaining days in peace. 
Since then, the Youkai World has been peaceful, for the most part at least. Incidents only seemed to spur up after hiking in those mountains to retire…But thankfully, nothing as horrifying as The Great Throne Wars had happened since.” Shirogane exposited, filling in blind spots about the Great Throne Wars era. He closed his eyes for a bit, sighing. 
“As for the incident involving Ms. Amano’s mother and father, I wouldn’t have a clue since we weren’t reawakened at that time.” Shirogane sighed, opening his silvery eyes after being closed for a while. “I don’t want to think she would bow out on such an important vow. Until I see her face to face, it’s best to assume this is merely someone using her name dirty like that.” 
The usually bustling room with activity and theorizing was quiet. Things sunk in in a way they hadn’t before.
“This may be a lot more dangerous than we thought…” Akinori admitted. “Sure, we faced Rasen and Soranaki, but this feels…bad. Like if someone who was rooted in pacifism broke their oath, and now her brother who’s best known to us for smacking down three legendary Watchers like it was nothing…man…”
“I don’t think it’s hopeless, there’s still your brothers, right? Wasn’t one of them famous for breaking demons in half?” Natsume tried to cheer things up.
“Rakshasa is the term used where I was from, but one of my older brothers is known for that. All of their exact locations, I don’t know myself. I know the majority of us were likely reincarnated as humans, whereas my eldest brother is hidden deep in the Youkai World. Both are like finding needles in a haystack…” Shirogane answered, looking defeated and even…wistful. “I just…”
The younger teens tilted their head a bit, a silent way of asking him to go on.
“It’s just…I just…it’s lonely when you don’t have any of your family, you know?” Shirogane admitted, Touma most of all seemed to understand his predicament most of all. 
“I understand…” Touma answered, the two motioning before wrapping into a platonic hug.
“Yeah, we’ll help you find your brothers, stop the demon army, and bring peace once more,” Natsume answered, bringing light to the dire situation. “...Speaking of which, Akinori, did you see if there’s any new cases?”
“Oh right, yeah, about that, the only things on Usuranura are about bear attacks, and it doesn’t seem like a supernaturally charged sitation,” Akinori answered. “I had a youkai named Kiborikkuma come by and confirm they aren’t behind it, nor are any bears they know.”
“Perhaps it might be something other than a bear?” Touma suggested.
“Maybe, I’ll keep everyone updated on the group chat if something pops up, even if it’s 3 am or something.” 
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Across the seas and land, it was still late morning in France, about to shift over to noon. A week had passed since accidentally ending up back in Japan, and with the watch inherited from Fumika, it was time to find somewhere that might help Ayame get a much needed upgrade. So that perhaps, when she would find a way back, she could be of use.
She had heard a few things about a watch shop on a particular street, right across from a clock tower in the uptown area of the nearby town where she attended school.
The clock shop looked to be as expected, antiques and clocks of all shapes and sizes stacked high and low. Occasional dusty books were squeezed between a shelf of porcelain, slightly strange looking figures of everything from animals to angels.
A small ding from a little bell on the door verberated through the quirky shop, the sound of footsteps running down some squeaky wooden stairs being heard.
Usually an older person was expected to run this sort of joint, middle aged at the youngest. So it was a surprise when a girl with spiky platinum blonde hair and icy gray eyes ran down the creaky steps, wearing a hoodie so large it was almost like a wizard’s robe, complete with a few faded patches that looked like stars.
“Hiya! I’m Britain’s greatest Watcher, Monique Perry, this is the historic Mister Milligan’s Ticking Antiquites!” The girl, Monique answered with a bright grin, holding a handmade staff with a strange orb-like object on it. “And who you might be?”
“I-I’m Ayame Himeno, I’m not sure if I’m in the making to being one of France’s Watchers or not…didn’t know there were ones outside of Japan,” Ayame answered, Monique pointing an index finger upwards as she got closer to inspect things.
“I’m actually from Wales myself, but I moved first to England and Scotland for a wee bit, then I was in Ireland briefly, until finally to France because of my gramp’s work. Been around the British Isles quite a bit before settling in the land of The Franks.” Monique explained, pointing to the odd golden orb on her staff With a press of a button, its lid was flipped open, and had a watch face of its own. “Though my watch here is a replica from 16th century Germany. I reckon it works maybe somewhat like yours.”
“Yeah, a little bit,” Ayame answered, a press of the watch’s button flipping open the frilly pink exterior, a light coming on as the radar started to hum. With a simple motion, it was closed again, and put onto the counter. “I’m looking to get it upgraded to be able to use arcs.
“Ah, this watch…this watch right here,” Monique observed, holding the cutesy pink watch. “This is either a replica of or dare I say, the very original watch used by one of Japan’s legendary Watchers! Are you sure you want me to tamper with this?”
“Right, inserting internals to accept arcs shouldn’t be much of an issue, you want to keep the original color scheme or not? The pinks seem to really suit you well, miss Himeno.” Monique observed, shocked she was even holding such an artifact.
“Of course, it would be wrong to try to change what isn’t broken,” Ayame laughed a bit.
“Right, before I begin, there will be a bit of a catch. Watch upgrades in different regions are strange since everyone switched back to Arcs following the disastrous collapse of Yopple Inc. The grooves on Yokai Arcs from Japan and Faerie Keys from Europe are going to be different. In layman's terms, the only Arcs you’ll be able to use are Faerie Keys from here, but I’ll keep the medal functionality if you can find a youkai, faerie, deva, asura, mogwai, or what have you still using them.”
Ayame thought, thinking this through. She hadn’t heard or seen faeries before ever since she moved here to study abroad. Then again, she only very recently got a watch of her own, so perhaps they might be more drawn to her if she does have a watch.
“Hmmm…” Ayame hummed, Monique giving a smirk.
“Fret not, I’m way nicer than most other watch places and will thrown in a Faerie Key for no extra charge,” Monique answered with a glimmer in her voice. “Though I’d have to find one suitable for you and your skill level, as well as your general vibe.”
A pause, before finally an answer. “Sure thing, I’m interested, I want to see what I’ve been missing out here!”
“Alright, I’ll get you started!” Monique gleefully said, taking the watch to a workbench to start working on it.
The sound of different magical bits and bobs coming together filled the quiet, almost deserted antique shop, Ayame taking a seat on a nearby chair as she waited for the upgrades to be complete.
Like magic, and a lot of hard work, the platinum haired girl returned with a grin on her face
“Apologies for taking a while, it should be all done and ready to go! But before you go, please take this as promised,” Monique finished, presenting not only the upgraded Watch but also a pretty elaborate arc, a deep blue color with silver accents, the base part where a drawing of the youkai would go being sculpted to resemble a stylized Pegasus. The reverse side depicted some sort of knight with a sword. In terms of length, it was a lot shorter compared to Youseiken by a mile, being more of an arc that someone went to town like a decoden phone case.
“Oh is this the arc, err, key you were talking about?” Ayame asked, Monique giving a hearty nod.
“Yep! This is a Faerie Key I feel should belong to whoever is this town’s Watcher. In your case, that would be you,” The clock shop clerk answered, sounding a bit more serious. “It’s a yokai whose duty is to protect you. Besides, what’s a Watcher without a butler, eh?”
“Oh I would prefer a cute, fluffy, reddish feline myself,” A voice from a cat spoke up, being a reddish mix between a tabby and a mainecoon. He looked normal, aside from…the little booties on him? Who gives their cats boots?
“W-What the!?” Ayame gasped, the shock through her being so strong, it nearly undid the ribbons holding her twintails together.
“...Don’t mind him, he’s my familiar.” Monique answered, giving a shushing motion towards the cat. “Best be on your way, find and befriend those fairies, yeah? Though, they may not be as friendly or as plentiful as those across the pond, just a warning.”
Ayame never forgot the strange cat in custom tailored shoes, nor the absolute wizard of a girl her age who upgraded her watch. 
But the thought that Fairies were lurking, and potentially more dangerous. Such things made the girl be ever so more vigilant, and wonder what secrets were kept right under her nose.
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Finally, the dead of night had arrived. Hours when only the most devoted of night owls or crafty youths who had gotten into contact with a helpful Baku were awake. Only a few places dared to keep their doors open, convenience shops and bars mostly, and the dwellers were night owls or extra early birds.
One of these places was a bar, not the fanciest but not run down either, great place for drinks or a simple karaoke machine to sing “this is no good, no good, no good at all” to get one’s woes out.
A frequent patron of such a place, simply known as Regulus, was a certain older woman with violet hair, round glasses, and a PhD. She remembered when she first started coming here, was it a year ago or two? She wasn’t quite sure anymore, she knew the Regulus bar had three key things.
Firstly, drinks. Plenty of great liquors and bourbons on offer, both of the more common and rarer varieties if she was feeling fancy. Of course a few appetizers like chips were given as well to help sober up.
Second was Karaoke. Inaho was never good at it, never claimed to be, but something about at least trying was alluring. Corny 80’s bubblegum pop songs about being a princess? Sure! Soulful ballads about how everything has gone down the drain? Oh yeah! Hard, harsh metal duets about picking yourself back up from the absolute worst of rock bottom? Now that’s the stuff! It was all fun to try at least once. Or twice. Thrice, even.
Last but certainly not least by a longshot was the bartender that would pretty much always be at her aid. He was the finest combination of what the domestic pop scene and Bollywood had to offer, dazzling, sunkissed coppery skin framed by long messy black hair, and the right amount of facial hair to be a somewhat grizzled bad boy.
And of course his name, the one and only Akihiko Hisakawa.
“Hey there Ms. Misora, how things been going for you and your kid?” Akihiko asked, Inaho noticing some pretty gnarly bandages covering parts of his arm, the older woman looking concerned.
“Yeah we’re good, but I’m more concerned about you, should you even be working?” Inaho gave concern, the bartender laughing it off.
“Oh please, it was just a small scuffle with a bear, and you know I’m built strong physically and mentally,” Akihiko reassured, going through the bar to get out a glass. “The usual?”
“Yeah you know it,” Inaho instinctively answered, before thinking for a moment.
As drinks were poured, Akihiko broke the silence a bit. “So, does Misao still sting?”
She hadn’t had a drink, but something about Inaho’s voice changed, becoming more harsh, jaded. Something about that name set her off a bit. “Pssh, nah, he left me heartbroken at first, serves him right to get hit by a truck. That ain’t even the worst heartbreak in my heart. The worst one made me despise the starry sky.”
“A bit cold, but I can see your heart is in the right place,” Akihiko answered, serving up the drink. He had remembered when Inaho first started coming here, her husband, Misao, had rather violently decided to split things off without even going to get it sorted out officially, according to the surgeon at the very least. He had a lot of anger problems, and would get angry if his wife left but a crumb, it made one wonder why they were even together in the first place.
A sobbing mess had greeted Regulus that night, Akihiko on shift. He heard her woes, and helped ease it with some stiff drinks. The balance between making a good paycheck and not leaving her absolutely plastered was a tricky tightrope walk, but he managed. 
But perhaps getting plastered twice every week probably wasn’t the best idea.
“Have you…umm, been open to dating again?” Akihiko inquired, Inaho nearly spitting out her bourbon.
It had been three years since, well, that had happened…and she was open and single again. But did any guy or girl want to date her? Sure she was a surgeon, that was attractive enough for some people, but while she greatly prioritized rent, food, and anything Saki needed, any free money she had went to…well, things a 41 year old woman like her shouldn’t be indulging in. Cute plushies, model kits, action figures, the looks she’d get browsing the local toy and hobby shops.
“I don’t know man,” Inaho spoke up, only about one sip into her drink in.
The next response would result in Akihiko having some nice bourbon be splashed across his face like a frenzied hose.
“Would you like to go on a date with me sometime?” Akihiko asked, sealing his fate.
He WHAT?! Akihiko!? He didn’t have a partner after all!? He was a free bird!? But…but he was too handsome, too good looking, too nice for someone like her! She was pathetic, a loser, a failure! Not even being a surgeon could mask the fact she barely left the house outside of work or going to Regulus. What had gotten into this man…
“Uhhmm…uhhmmm…yeah?” Inaho answered a bit flabbergasted. “I have another kid staying with me at the moment, doesn’t have a home and was attacked by a bear. Do you know what in the tar of nation a ‘payphone’ is?” 
“A kid asking about something they shouldn’t know about, interesting,” Akihiko commented, getting out a pad of paper. “How about somewhere outside of the bar, but maybe not too adventurous?”
Inaho thought for a moment, before looking at him. “How about you see my place? I don’t think I’ve had Saki meet you before, and you seem like a nice enough guy.”
Akihiko smirked. “Sounds like fun. Plus I get to see all those Sailor Piers figures you have and keep talking about. Heard those 35th Anniversary Dolls are something worth the high price tags.”
“They are!” Inaho answered, seeming to be in a much better mood, or it was the booze kicking in. “I can’t promise any homemade gourmet stuff, maybe just some takeout and chill. Anything you got in mind?”
“As long as it doesn’t have any beef I’m good to go,” Akihiko answered, the two chattering some more as they figured out a good day and time to try at this whole dating thing.
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