#yumas hair is straight up dangerous

[emotionalsupportweapon]

A few brief notes on ZeXal character designs follow.

Yuma: whatever Takahashi was on when he designed this hairstyle, I want some, even though it'll take me a full week to recover from taking it.

Shark: his name is Shark, but his hair looks like an octopus, and I love this for him.

Astral: it's come to my attention that they CENSORED his slender, elegant agender alien ass in the dub, and this is, as far as I'm concerned, an actual crime that should send someone to actual jail. No one who can rock inhuman nudity the way Astral does should be subject to ANY kind of censorship. If you're gonna censor something, censor his preposterously deep, smooth, stirring English dub voice, because THAT got me gay a lot quicker than his ass did.

#yu gi oh #yugioh zexal #yuma tsukumo #astral zexal #anime #character design #yumas hair is straight up dangerous #no wonder no one writes smut about this show just imagine hair that sharp getting anywhere near your crotch

[catgirltoofies]

something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue

this is a story inspired by one of @catboy-von-seckendorff 's random domestic witches thoughts, specifically part 27 or so. anyways. if you read that you have an expectation of what's here.

kyoko ran up to mami, calling out, "Heeeeyy! Maaaami!!"

mami stopped at the door to her apartment complex, and waited for kyoko to catch up. she was a little bit tense; her past with kyoko was... complicated. but it was something she could put behind her for more important things. she waited patiently as kyoko caught her breath before speaking, "Yuma called me, said to come to your place. Said it was important. Either she's planning something with Charlotte or she just wanted picked up before you got home or something, but either way I came straight here, only to see you right as I arrived,"

she paused for several deep breaths of air before continuing.

"Sorry, I'm rambling. Is it okay if I walk with you the rest of the way?"

mami nodded. "Of course. I don't think they're in danger, though, or one of them would've called us with telepathy. No need to rush,"

kyoko continued taking deep breaths and raised her arms above her head as the pair climbed the staircase to mami's apartment. "Did Yuma give any reason?"

"Nope, just that I had to come and that is was important,"

the rest of the stairs were climbed in silence. when they reached the top, they could see yuma standing in front of mami's door, in her magical girl outfit, holding the shaft of her weapon in one hand. she had a serious look on her face as she looked to the two girls walking in her direction.

"So, what was so important?" kyoko asked, crossing her arms, "Is there a witch in mami's apartment?"

"There's one, actually," offered mami, but she was waved off by kyoko.

yuma shook her head. "Nagi- er, Charlotte said she made an important discovery. She told me to wait outside, then knock when you two got here,"

mami and kyoko shared a look, and didn't even need to use telepathy to share the thought, Charlotte knew we'd be here at the same time?

"Alright, we're here. It's getting chilly, so can we come inside?"

yuma nodded and turned, knocking twice on the door, pausing, and then knocking twice more. there was a few seconds' wait before charlotte's voice called from inside, "Come in!"

yuma opened the door, and stepped out of the way to let the older girls in first.

mami entered first, but froze almost immediately, causing kyoko to bump into her. kyoko shot her an annoyed look before turning to see what had stopped her so suddenly, and she internally rescinded the annoyance.

standing in mami's room, nervously smiling, was sayaka.

except she wasn't quite sayaka. her hair was noticeably wet, putting her golden hair clips a little out of sorts. she had dark circles under her eyes. her right arm had a vicious scar around the forearm, and though less visible, the rest of her body seemed pockmarked with smaller, barely visible scars.

"Sayaka," mami finally breathed. the girl winced, and mami quickly picked up on it, "Oktavia. Sorry,"

"It's okay. I know you're shocked-"

"You look beautiful," kyoko said quietly, "Like a mermaid made human,"

oktavia blushed and nervously scratched at her neck with her scarred arm. "Hey, there's no need for that kind of-"

"Hush. She's right, you're beautiful. I, for one, don't care what you look like. You're my friend, and that won't change, whether you're six feet tall or eighteen feet tall,"

"Whether you're a person or a fish," kyoko added.

oktavia took a deep breath before speaking, "Thank you. Both of you. But more than that," she turned to the little girl sitting cross-legged on the couch, quietly going through a bag of cheese curds, "Thank you, Charlotte, for... well, putting up with me."

charlotte provided a thumbs up as she finished off a curd. "Just because I'm a bit screwy in the head doesn't mean I don't care about you. I wanted you two," she looked pointedly at mami and kyoko, "to be the first to see her like this, but alas, I couldn't exactly teach her without watching. My apologies for that," she bowed her upper body without standing.

"It's been a strange few weeks, but I think I can pretty reliably... shift? is that what you called it?" nagisa gave another thumb up, "Between this form and the more... monstrous one,"

"It's not dangerous?" mami asked.

"Or painful?" kyoko asked, with so much concern that even charlotte, who was barely paying attention now, could pick up on it.

"Negative on both counts. Shifting is... relatively natural. Think of it like melting ice into water, then freezing that water back into ice. It's just another state of being," charlotte explained.

oktavia shrugged. "And now that I've worked through some issues, I like both of my states of being. Having a normal mouth to talk with is wonderful, by the way,"

mami and kyoko shared another look, then turned back to the witches in the room. "Okay, I think this is a good thing. This'll be especially useful if we have guests that aren't... in on this whole thing."

kyoko grinned and shot oktavia a private telepathic message that caused her to turn bright red. "Okay, I don't even want to know what you just told her. Can you at least come inside and close the door? Yuma, stop chattering your teeth, it's not good for them." yuma gently shoved the girls forward, giving herself enough room to close the door and rub her hands together as her weapon and costume vanished.

kyoko got the first hug, but the last was shared.

#pmmm #domestic witches #headcanon #bebe #cheese #nagisa momoe #mami tomoe #sayaka miki #kyoko sakura #oktavia von seckendorff #story #unusually i came up with the title right before i started writing #usually it comes to me in the middle #or at the end #but this time i was settling in #and it hit me #sayaka's old body #oktavia's new body #a reference to sayaka borrowing mami's power wrt baseball bat #and of course blue hair #and pronouns #thank you felix for coming up with this idea #and then they all kissed

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Think you’re cute?

This is a full fic from this that was sent by @witches-unruly-heart and a few have asked for a full fic, so here you are :)

Warnings: Dom Bishop and semi public smut.

WC: 1004.

Enjoy x

You felt his eyes burning into you from the moment you walked into the club house. You hadn’t spoken in nearly two days after a big blow up about him not telling you he was safe during a run. It was all you asked for, you didn’t want to know the ins and out’s of the business, you just wanted to know your man was safe and fine, it wasn’t much to ask but apparently to him it was. He stormed out of your place and you hadn’t spoken since.

You second guessed about going to the BBQ but you had promised to help out with everything, knowing the rest of the Mayan’s charter’s were coming in and the some on the Son’s would be there as well. For the most part you stuck to yourself, helping with food and getting drinks, every so often looking over at Bishop with his eyes narrowed at you, his cigarette smoke floating over his face and his legs spread wide on the chair.

Most of the girls had gone out into the yard, leaving you to wipe down the bar area and stack up the fridge again. Bishop sat up straight in his chair when he saw Canche and some of the other Yuma guys walk in asking for new beers. Bishop watched on as they openly flirted with you, making you laugh, winking down at you and helping you clean up and stack the fridge for you.

Taza and Hank watched Bishop, as he stiffened in his chair, his free hand balling into a fist on the table. Canche said something to you and you threw your head back laughing nudging his side. Bishop put out his cigarette, standing up and walking over to you all, walking up behind you grabbing your hand,

“Y/N, your done for the night”

Bishop’s voice was deep and dangerous, his eyes hard on you before he looked at his fellow Mayan’s giving them dirty looks. They all looked down and he pulled you to follow him as he walked away. His hand gripped yours tight as he pulled you into the store room at the back of the club house. Bishop turned the door nob pushing it open and pulling you into the room, only half shutting the door,

“What’s your problem?” you snarled as Bishop walked up to you grabbing your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. Arousal shooting through your body.

“Think you're cute?” Bishop muttered.

“I do actually, yes” you sassed back and Bishop raised an eye brow at you.

“You’re mine” he started to back you into the old couch that was in the corner “And you’ll act like it”

You whimpered as you felt your panties dampen. The back of your legs hit the couch and he slightly pushed you so you fell back on it. Bishop stood over you as he pushed off his kutte and toed off his boots,

“I’ll act like it, when you treat me like it” You tried to sound confident and hide the lust in your voice.

Bishop chuckled, leaning down to push up your black dress and he pushed your legs apart settling between them,

“Seems fair” Bishop rolled his hips hard into you, his lips meeting yours.

Your hands slide up and down his sides before they slid down between you both undoing his belt and jeans, pushing them down, followed by his boxers. You wrapped your hand around his long hard cock, feeling his pre-cum coat your hand. He pushed your hand away from him and Bishop wasted no time pushing your panties aside sliding into you, his lips on your throat, sucking hard, smiling down at the mark he left behind. You covered your mouth and he pushed it away,

"No sweetheart, let them hear how loud I make you scream"

You groaned slightly, feeling Bishop pound into you, your legs coming up to wrap about his waist. Bishop pushed himself up from his elbows onto his hands, your hands moving to run over his chest,

“Yes, Bishop” you moaned “I’ am yours, all yours”

Your moans and skin slapping skin started to fill the room and flowed out into the main room. Hank and Taza smirking at the look on Canche’s face from hearing you. One of your hands went down between you both, your fingers meeting your needy pearl, the pit in your stomach in knots about to burst. Bishop dropped down on his elbows, pulling the neckline of your dress down just enough to show more skin, his lips latched onto it, sucking rough.

You arched your back into him, your legs around him tightened and you balled his shirt into your hand while your orgasm hit you like a title wave. Your legs trembled around him and you almost forgot to breath. You where pulled out of your bliss to Bishop pulling off you with a sharp pop and a loud roar left him, as he came inside you painting your inner walls.

Bishop looked down at you giving you a wink and quick peak on the lips before he got up off you, fixing his jeans and putting back on his kutte. You got up off the couch fixing your panties, pushing down your dress and flattening your hair. Bishop walked over to you, one hand going around your waist and his other brushing over the mark he left on your neck and then moving to pull down the neck line of your dress again to the big purple mark he left there.

Bishop smiled to himself and then lent forward kissing that mark, kissing up your neck to the other one and to your jaw, your arms wrapping his neck,

“I’ am sorry sweetheart, I was an asshole” Bishop muttered, kissing your cheek lightly.

“Yeah, you were. But I forgive you” you smiled down it him and he laughed back.

“Now get the sweet little ass out there and show them all who you belong too”

  Tags: @beccabarba @lovebishoplosamiguelgalindo @alwaysachorusgirl @frattsparty  @saltyunicorn079​ @lexmediaxx @bellisperennis0 @withmyteeth

#bishop losa #bishop losa x you #bishop losa x reader #bishop losa x #bishop losa smut #mayans mc #mayans fanfic #mayans smut

[hollowbingbong]

YuTags + Yuboys villain AU but with incorrect quotes -

Yugi: They say there are five stages of grief.

Jaden: Denial.

Yusei: anger.

Yuma: bargaining.

Yuya: depression.

Yusaku: and acceptance.

Shoma: Well, we'd like to add one more.

Yuga: Revenge.

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Yugi: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

Yugo: Okay, but what is updog?

Yuto: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.

Yuma: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

Yuri: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.

Jaden: no, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

Yusei: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

Yusaku: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.

Yuto: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

Yuya: What’s a henway??

Yuto: Oh, about five pounds.

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*Yutags thinking of a plan after almost being caught*

Playmaker (Yusaku): Time for plan G.

Pharaoh (Atem): Don’t you mean plan B?

Playmaker (yusaku): No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Pendulum (Yuya): What about plan D?

Playmaker (yusaku): Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

King (Yugi): What about plan E?

Playmaker (yusaku): I’m hoping not to use it. Fusion (Yuri) dies in plan E.

Xyz (Yuto): I like plan E.

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Yuga: Dumbest scar stories, go!

Yusei: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.

Shoma: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.

Jaden: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.

Yuma: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn.

Yusaku:

Yusaku: I have emotional scars.

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Yuma: Croissants: dropped

Yuya: Road: works ahead

Jaden: BBQ sauce: on my titties

Yugo: Shavacado: fre

Yuto: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead

Yuri:

Yuri, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

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Shoma: Hewwo.

Jaden: Hihiiiiii!

Yusei: Greetings, everyone.

Yugi: Three kinds of people.

Yusaku: I want pudding.

Yugi: Four kinds of people.

Yuga: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS?

Yugi: Five kinds of people.

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*yuma and yuya are doing something absurdly dangerous*

Yuma: I think Houdini did something like this once! Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time!

Yuya, deadpan: Well that's encouraging.

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*bonds beyond time trio is getting into the car*

Yusei: I’m driving.

Yugi, out of view: Shotgun!

Jaden, turning to face yugi: Aww! But you had it on the way here-

Everyone except yugi: WOAH-

Yugi, holding a shotgun: No! I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat!

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Yugi: Why are your tongues purple?

Jaden: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Yusei: I had a red one.

Yugi: oh

Yugi: OH

Atem: You drank each other's slushies?

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Yuya: Wake me up…

Yugo: Before you go go!

Yuto: When September ends…

Yuri: WAKE ME UP INSIDE-

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Shoma: Between yugi, atem, yusei, and jaden -- if you had to -- who would you punch?

Yuga: No one! They're my friends. I wouldn't punch any of them.

Shoma: yusei?

Yuga: Yeah, but I don't know why.

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Yuma: Do you love yusei?

Jaden: Yeah, I do.

Yuma: yugi! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks!

Yugi: We all love yusei. You should've asked if he were IN love with him.

Jaden: I thought that was implied.

Yugi: ...

Yuma: ...

Jaden, looking straight at yugi: Congrats yugi, you just won 100 bucks.

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Jaden: Bye yusei! Bye yugi! Bye yuma! Bye yuya! Bye yusaku! Bye yusei!

Shoma: You said ‘bye yusei’ twice.

Jaden: I like yusei.

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Welp that's it. That's all I have lmao

#yugioh #yu gi oh gx #yu gi oh 5ds #yu gi oh zexal #yu gi oh arc v #yu gi oh vrains #yu gi oh OCG structures #yu gi oh sevens #yugi moto #yami yugi #atem yugioh #jaden yuki #judai yuki #yusei fudo #yuma tsukumo #yuya sakaki #yusaku fujiki #shoma yusa #yuga odo #yuri (arc v) #yuto (arc v) #yugo (arc v) #Yutags AU #yuboys #yutags and yu boys villain AU #puzzleshipping #starshipping #incorrect quotes #yutags

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Motion Sickness Chapter 46

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Wutai was burning when we returned. We could see the smoke a ways off. I rushed to help, flying with Limit Breaker. People were trapped under rubble, a collapsed house and I picked it up off them allowing them to escape despite the flames licking out at me.

With my aura I was amongst the safest.

Neo caught up to me but I was already moving. I'd seen enough burnt down villages for a life-time.

I found Godo in the middle of town, he was directing the firefighting crews about.

"What happened here?"

"Strife-San? We were attacked. Bandits in the woods. Ever since Branwen took over they've been getting bolder. They took my daughter."

"Why would they do that?" My hands itched. I was jumping out of my skin. That murderous something rose up in me. The Grimm we'd slaughtered on the way back had satisfied me none.

"Ransom. They believe they'll be able to hold her over me and receive our supplies. It's not the first time we have been attacked in such a way. Though I was stronger back then. I fear for my daughter's life."

"I'll help you. You just worry about putting out the fires. I'll see about getting you your daughter back."

I had a great deal of pent up rage that could only be quelled against human opponents. Things prone to suffering deserved my attention, not like the Grimm.

"I would be in your debt."

I dismissed him with a wave of my gloved hand and turned to the tracks in the earth. My preternatural ability to track Grimm wouldn't help here but the footprints were clear in the soft ground and I was faster than even your average hunter. I'd catch up to them.

I flew through the woods. One hand out and the other back holding Crocea Mors up in its broadest form. I hungered for violence. The little book about my construction in my pocket felt as heavy as the relic by my side. It felt as heavy as Crocea Mors, even.

I wanted to use both my sword and the relic. After this… after this I'd give it a try. I needed something to help me cope and I wasn't sure murder and drugs were going to do it for me. I really wanted to kill something, though, something that could feel pain. And I really wanted to get these bugs out of my eyes.

Maybe knowledge would be the key. It was one of the four most powerful relics on Remnant's face. I'd be a fool to not try something with it.

I glid inches above the forest floor. The bramble and uneven ground which might have tripped me up couldn't slow me. I leaned forward over the vines and flew faster. It was dusk, only getting darker. Someone who couldn't fly would be seriously slowed and hampered by the terrain. I low profiled the tree branches and flew right through them where they might delay me, my aura and I weren't to be halted by this.

There was a reason most horror stories took place in the woods and at the moment I felt like such a terror.

I must have flown kilometers, chasing them through the underbrush they trampled and I merely breezed past. I left Neo behind but she'd be able to catch up if she was decent at tracking. Teleporting would also help her match me.

I could make out a light in the woods ahead. A small light which burned beneath the great pine trees.

I hovered forward and transitioned to easy footsteps. "Found you…" I murmured. I wanted to murder. I wanted death. I wanted to kill.

The bandits had a building made from hewn logs to make walls. I could spot the light of their campfire inside and a few tents. They didn't have wide enough walls for battlements and had no sentries. Instead it sounded like a party inside.

Neo appeared beside me. She panted hard for a minute or two as I took stock of the situation.

"Like I said, go nuts." I told her. "Personally I'm taking no prisoners."

She laughed silently beside me.

I front-flipped over the logs and landed in the middle of their camp near the blazing fire.

I spotted Yuma tied up with rope by the fire. She was surrounded by celebrating bandits who slowly went for their weapons. Well slowly relative to the speed I was running at.

"Things may not work out for you," I whispered, holding the broadsword level. Blue light streamed off my body and I felt good in the elevated state.

Some of them wore armor imitating Grimm bone. If they wanted Grimm I'd show them Grimm. I was a can of that type of worm. I would show them the trouble that meant. The beast in my chest roared something angry and malevolent.

I attacked. One nearest me went for a sword at his belt. I slashed him. Biting deep into aura, I knocked him to the ground. I brought my sword down in a hacking motion once, twice, three times and I sliced through him at the neck and sent his head rolling.

I felt the violent spirit inside me only grow louder. It was hungry for bloodshed and I was going to give it to it.

Spears, axes, guns all pointed at me. Neo flickered into place beside me and bullets bounced off her bullet proof umbrella.

I rolled behind her taking cover from the storm of bullets that ensued. When there was a reprieve I flew out from behind her and slashed down at a girl nearby me wearing that Grimm white bone on her shoulders. She flinched back and raised her pistol. I swung upwards and clipped her arms. Another man came at me with a spear but I blocked it to the side.

I Cross Slashed him and he fell into four pieces. Even without Limit I was feeling good. I… I wasn't sure I wanted to stop at these bandits. Wutai was weak. I could kill everyone there and no one would be the wiser.

I came back to the girl with the pistol and slashed her across the ribs. Then brought my blade down at her shoulder. Her aura flared and shattered as I thrust the wide blade into her chest. I gave it a shaking motion, bringing the Titania up and she fell off with a shlick noise.

I swung horizontally at one with a rifle and he tried to block with his weapon but I cut right through it and knocked him to the ground. I kicked him in the chest where he fell with my right foot in a snapping tai-kick. Then I stepped forward and snapped out a round kick with my left. Then I brought the blade around lightning fast and cut him at the torso, just above the arm, and all the way through his rib cage.

Another still I punished with a devastating falling aerieal attack. I sliced at him and tore away a chunk of aura. Then I side-flipped and slashed with the motion cutting him again. He tried to stab down at me but I caught it easily on my massive blade. I lifted my weapon and the motion tossed him backwards and I was on him with the cuts until he fell forever. Horizontal. Vertical. Diagonal. Vertical.

Neo landed beside me and pulled at my sleeve. She got my attention. I glanced at her face to see something like fear on her expression. I'd never seen her look like that. I followed her gaze. I turned to look at a woman in a Grimm faced mask with a long red katana. She had a wild mane of black hair that went waist length.

"You have some nerve attacking me."

"I have no idea who you are."

She laughed beneath her mask. "I'm the Khan of Khans."

"Raven Branwen. I know your daughter," I confessed.

"I have no daughter."

I charged Limit for a beat and was rewarded with the trailing, glowing, blue wisps. I twirled my weapon about and placed it between us. She waved her Katana at me, it was nearly four feet long but it looked fragile in comparison to Crocea Mors.

"I would know your name, Warrior. You know mine."

"I'm Cloud Strife. Your reign of destruction and pillaging ends here."

"Doubtful. Many have tried and stood where you now stand."

"None of them were like me. I am danger's oldest son."

She blurred forward as though to get around me but I matched her speed and blocked her. She lowered her weapon slightly. Because of the mask, I couldn't identify what emotion she felt. She was fast, like Cinder or Tyrian fast.

But I'd kept pace with Cinder when last we met. Raven blurred to one side, trying to flank me again but I matched her once more and our weapons collided in a flash of blue and red. She stumbled back and took stock of her situation. I was faster than her with my semblance active. I might even be outright stronger than her too by a degree. Perhaps even without my semblance. My range was superior to her too and of course, one way to look at that was that she is slower than Ruby who I was able to match at times.

I raised my weapon parallel to my face. I thrust at her but she swept it to the side. She front-flipped at me but I caught both her and her downward swing with a horizontal roof block. I held one hand on the handle and the other against the back of the blade. I held up the force of her strike and her entire body weight easily. I pressed her back and she landed on her feet neatly.

I wasn't about to back down from this fight. I felt like I had a real shot at winning it.

The beast in my chest let out a low wary murmur. It was not satisfied. I wasn't satisfied. Both I and it wanted Raven to die, just for getting in my way. It shrieked for more blood to be spilled. A devouring volume that kept rising. A drum that beat in time with my heart.

Raven came at me and slashed her katana then when I shielded she reversed it and tried to stab at me. I deflected that too and quickly brought the weight of Crocea Mors down on her head. She stepped back out of my range hurriedly, desperately avoiding the massive strike. The power of it left the earth grooved. For five feet out in front of the tip of the blade. It would have splashed that energy across her body if it had come into contact with her.

She jumped somersaulting acrobatically towards me and I just flew straight at her. Our blades met twice in a crossing gesture while in mid-air but I had some force propelling me as I flew and with a low guiding hum of metal on metal I flung her back into one of the tents.

She landed ungracefully and rolled to the side as I brought Crocea Mors thrusting vertically down where she had laid fallen. She kicked at me and I stumbled back from the force of it.

She swept her blade at my legs but I hovered over it, grabbed her and pushed her all the way back to the wall where the bandits had hurried logs to make up their camp.

I tried to push her straight through it but I only managed to slam her into it. At this range neither of our swords could be brought to bear and it turned into a melee.

She elbowed me in the face and down across my eye as I went to knee her in the gut. She knocked my knee back down, catching it on her one open palm.

I grabbed her by the shoulder and stuck out one leg and tossed her back all the way across the clearing. She rolled to her feet. Bringing her katana up to handle what came at her next.

I slashed at her twice before I thrust forward and caught her by the belly. I pulled twenty feet straight up in the air and came slamming back down on her with a Climb-Hazard. She dodged out of the way of the second hit. And sliced me across the chest. She went for another cut about mid-height but I deflected it and with a shout I slung her away and into the wall of the camp once more.

I ran up to her and slashed horizontally in a move that brought the fifteen foot high wall of logs down on us. She flickered out of the way but I cut my path up through the falling tree trunks.

"You know I thought you'd have a whole entourage with you, following the queen of the bandits. Seems to me you're mostly alone. Why is that?"

She jumped at me and I Limit Break blade-beamed her. The tall beam caught her by the legs and dragged her into it. The move blended against her aura until it began to crackle, then it tossed her away.

No longer glowing blue I found myself still propelled on nothing more than my will. I was tractionless above the ground and I slid at her on a pocket of air until I slashed at her baseball style and it connected across her body and sent her rebounding off the ground.

"Vernal is dead. I didn't kill her but your little spring maiden is gone." I went on.

I stood still, just charging away at my next Limit Break. I'd get it eventually and once I did I'd be in a comfortable position to end her.

"You work for her, for Salem."

"Yes." I breathed. "And no. We have a complicated relationship. Family is like that, though. I'm sure you understand."

She moved fast enough to leave behind an after-image. She sliced at me and I blocked the first attack but the second caught me under the ribs. It buffeted me back but I quickly regained my balance. She came around for a third but I twisted my much wider blade around to catch it.

She front kicked at me and caught me in the center of the chest. I was once more knocked back but I wasn't losing any real ground. I laughed. She cut me four more times in the blink of an eye. Slashing back and forth with her long red katana. The pain felt amazing. There was a popping sound as the air expanded around me and my semblance returned.

Blue flames licked out and I caught her sword arm, picked her up and slammed her face first into the ground once. Twice. Three times. Then I delivered a boot to her head that sent her rolling. I swept after her on a pocket of air and gave her an upwards gold swing.. It was a strike upwards that caught her by the chest.

It launched her into the air and I chased after her. I slashed at her with my heavy weapon while she was airborn and helpless. I spent Limit on an eight cut move. I hit her with two diagonal cuts that rebounded off her aura. Then I hit her with four horizontal ones. Then I front-flipped and delivered two more massive vertical ones alternating each direction.

The final hit sent her rocketing to earth where she threw up dust and dirt. I landed gently nearby and began to pace over to where she was slowly struggling to rise.

She sheathed her blade, I watched the compartment cycle for a moment until she withdrew it and shot a current of electricity at me.  It came at me like a curtain and I watched the yellow blade she had drawn shatter as she spent the dust forged into it.

It hardly mattered since the bolt threw me off my feet into the encampment wall and left me singed. She slashed at the air and a red portal appeared. She stepped into it and was gone as the portal faded and collapsed.

I screamed. When I picked myself up I howled and stabbed some poor bandit soul who was still standing too close, perhaps waiting to finish me off. My aura was indeed on the lower side, but not so low that I'd be finished by scum like that.

I reached out with my sword and slashed at the man's purple aura until it gave way and I sliced through his body too.

Neo reappeared beside me and for a moment I wanted to kill her too. I breathed in and out, nice and easy.

"I'm fine," I said through grit teeth. "Just pissed off she escaped me. I fucking had her dead to rights with that Octa-Slash."

She gestured at the remaining bandits.

"Kill them. Torture them. Whatever pleases you." She nodded looking relieved and pleased. She vanished, flickering away.

I walked over to Yuma and sheathed my broadsword. I pulled the longsword free from my back and cut her loose. I pulled the gag that had been in her mouth out.

She reached out and embraced me and the monster in my heart that I'd discovered in Merlot's laboratory died down. I just held the young girl in my arms and shushed her.

She looked over at what Neo was doing and I pulled her head back.

"Look at me, sweetheart. Don't pay that any attention." There was screaming coming from behind us.

"You saved me."

"It was the right thing to do." I said it gruffly like I didn't want to believe it. Ruby… Pyrrha… neither would be proud of they'd seen what I'd become and before this young girl I felt a crawling sense of shame.

I was ashamed of letting the darkness in my heart rule me.

So what if I was a puppet? So what if I was born a monster? So what even if I had to kill people? Even if I have to torture people?

I didn't have to like it. I wasn't sure if that was enough of a difference to set me free. I wasn't even sure if it gave me a sense of hope. More than anything I still felt an inching dread. Maybe I was hopeless. Maybe I was doomed.

But there was a difference between doing what I must for the sake of doing what I had to and doing what I wanted to because I could.

I didn't have to be like Tyrian. I didn't have to be like Salem's agents. I could still choose what I wanted. And tonight I'd chosen death and torture over everything else. I'd wanted that. Me.

And I couldn't take it back.

And a thousand saved little girls didn't change that.

It didn't change the fact that if Wutai hadn't been burning when I arrived, I might have been the one to burn it down. If there hadn't been a drive, something for me to focus my rage on I'd have been the cold creature that stalks the night. Just a puppet all the same.

I pulled the relic from my side and pulled the top off of it.

Blue gas floated free of it as it drifted loose of my fingers. The fire stopped flickering and held in place. Yuma held her shuddering sobs still.

A woman formed of that mist. She stretched over her golden chains and yawned.

"Ah- tell me now. What knowledge do you seek? Three questions yet remain this century. So ask, and I shall answer."

"Mother...How do I stop her? She can control me. So how do I stop Salem?" I choked out.  

The floating woman gave me a small sad smile.

"Stop her? Or vanquish her?"

"There's a difference?"

"You tell me."

"Either."

"You cannot vanquish her. As long as this planet turns, she shall walk it's face," the blue woman spoke. She floated forward and cupped my face in her hands. I looked away and where I touched her, her fingers faded into that blue mist.

"She's immortal? She's unbeatable, then."

"Perhaps. Only her mind. Her body can be injured, however temporarily. She can be cut and she can be lanced."

"Then… then she can be stopped. Just… just…"

"Just not forever. She will never be just a memory."

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#rwby #jaune arc #cloud strife #neo #neapolitan #ff7 #ffvii #cloud!jaune arc #sephiroth!Jaune arc #raven branwen #motion sickness #war of the roses #lancaster #whiteknight #white knight #white rose #whiterose #ruby rose x jaune arc x weiss schnee

[knight-queen]

Lunatic Parade Yuma Mukami –(Chapter 3)

[Chapter O 1]  [Chapter 2]  [Chapter 3]  [Chapter 4]  [Final]

一

Place: ???

Yui: (Nh...this place is…?)

???: Oh, we’ve met again huh.

Yui: (This voice...I’ve heard it before, I think…)

???: How are you feeling?...Looks like you get back your heart?

Yui: Kh! You, no way...Earl Walter?

???: Haha, you remembered me as you should.

???: More importantly, what’d you say? You want me to explain everything, don’t you?

Yui: This place is...tough one. I think I’m still carrying that stone within me….explain it slowly ー

???: Slowly? Haah...I am not willing to.

Yui: Eh…?

???: Isn’t that fine? Isn’t it important to get back the heart also for him?

Yui: Him...about Yuma kun?

???: That’s right. He also looks like suffering, it means he’s thinking about your feelings over anything.

???: He is the only one who’s trying to get back that fascinating heart...weird right?

Yui: (Heart...for that, just the taste of my blood has changed)

(But he said that he doesn’t care about the...taste.)

Yui: Yuma kun isn’t like you. He said that my heart has nothing to do with this.

???: Oh my, oh my...looks like you haven’t understood anything. ….Didn’t he treat you well?

Yui: Eh?

???: Those words are just lies, just for putting at ease, he said that….You are aware of the truth, aren't you?

Yui: Kh...Such…

Yui: (That’s true...for vampires. Taste of blood is most important to them.)

(He was trying to get back different thing rather than my heart, yet he’s dating with me)

(But what is he really thinking? Could it be, all he’s doing just for making me relieved…)

………

???: He is a vampire after all. It’s something that can’t be ignored, right?

*BG black*

Yui: (How selfish. He was being kind kind and sweet just for this)

I was able to think of anything around me only because of Yuma kun and yet…!

*Gets up from the sleep*

Place: Place: ホテル•モーントシュタイン  客室 / Hotel • Mortstein  Guest room

Yui: Nh...it was just, a dream…?

(It was certainly an awful dream...huh?)

Yuma kun...?

(He’s gone...He was here before I fell asleep for sure)

(Did he go somewhere all by himself…!)

*gets up from the bed*

Yuma kun...where did you go?

*Door opens*

Yui: Yuma kun!?

*Hugs Yuma*

Yuma: Oiii!! Don’t scare me outta nowhere!!

Yui: Ah...sorry…

Yuma: What’s wrong?

Yui: Because, you weren’t here when I got up, I was scared and…

Yuma: Aah, my bad. I was out for a moment to buy it.

Yui: Is that...a seedling?

Yuma: Vegetables! There’re seeds too!

That demon world’s strawberry of that cake! I want to grow, y’ know.

Yuma: The fertilizer was outta stock so I gotta wait until they release ‘gain...well, it can’t be helped.

Yui: I see…

(It’s a relief that he didn’t go anywhere…)

Yuma: ...What’s wrong with ya’? Thinking that you suddenly jumped towards me and now you’re being gloomy...You’re tired or disappointed ‘bout something?

Yui: No, I’m fine.

Yuma: Heeh? Well, it’s fine. First of all….

*Yuma kisses Yui*

Yuma: Nh...Calm down ‘kay?

Yui: Kh! ...I am!

Yuma: Hm? But I don’t think so. Kukuh...shall I experiment it a lil’ bit more?

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: Is it find ‘rround ‘ere...tch. I haven’t bite for a while so the marks disappeared.

Kukuh...stay still?

Yui: …...mhm

Yuma: You are being obedient today...that’s fine, ‘re I go...Haa-

Yui: Kh…!

Yuma: ………

Yui: (Yuma kun…?)

I knew I’d stop...I remembered my hands were messed with soil.

Yui: Eh…?

*Yuma backs off*

Yuma: Kukuh, sorry. There’s mud in your hair so come and have a shower.

Yui: Already...I understand. I’m coming.

Place: ホテル・モーントシュタイン  バスルーム / Bathroom of Mortstein Hotel

Yui: (Phew, is it fine now?)

*Turns off the shower*

Yui: (More than that...earlier, was Yuma kun being patient for my blood)

(It means my blood has lost it’s delicious taste...for sure)

(Yuma Kun...has always been caring and kind. But as a return, what am I doing?)

(Me who has now worthless blood, can’t do anything)

(At this rate, may be he will start hating me)

(I can’t...allow it…)

(I must get back my heart. However, for getting back…)

(What can I do)

Place: 山中 / Mountain

Yui: (As he said, I ascenden in this mountain road but...it’s getting so hard that I might get out of breath.)

Yuma: Oi, are ya ‘kay?

Yui: Fine…

Yuma: If it’s getting impossible, then say it soon. It’s only you, I can carry y’ easily.

Yui: No, it’s fine. I can walk all the way.

Yuma: Aah? Then, it’s fine though…

Yui: (I have to at least walk by myself, I can’t be a burden to him)

Yuma: By the way, I didn’t imagine that I could get to know about a rare thing at the garden shop.

Yuma: They said, there can be treasure in the abandoned mine...I’m very excited!

Yui: Yes...very exciting

Yuma: ...Oi idiot, you’re not interested at all!

Yui: Kh….no,it’s not like that. Sorry, I was a little thirsty.

Yuma: Damn, you’re hopeless. Wait a lil’ I’m going to bring water from that spring.

Yui: Yes, I am coming too.

Yuma: You’re dog-tired, so it would be fine.

Yui: No

(I should so things that can be done by my own...little by little)

Yuma: ….damn, I’ve no clue ‘bout your thoughts but, don’t stretch out your feet.

Place: Mining area / 鉱山跡地

Yui: (Uuh…I’m not tired anymore but, no one is there, very weird.)

Yuma: Kuku...what’s up, sow. Are ya afraiding?

Yui: Because, this place is very creepy…

Yuma: Ah, that’s cuz in the past, there was a big accident here. 

Everyone was buried alive...since then, they used to come out!

Yui: Come out...no way….

Yuma: That ‘now way’. Of course ghosts,y’know?

Yui: Stop! I was already scared and…

Yuma: Haah? You, you’re walking, having a ghost in front of you, so it’s unexpected for you to be scared!

Yui: In front of me...there’s nothing.

Yuma: Idiot...there’s a vampire who’s having fun scaring a human woman.

Yui: ...Yuma kun is not a ghost.

Yuma: That’s true, but from your place, it's the same thing, right? 

Yui: Not at all! I am not scared of you or something.

(Completely different...you are affectionate.)

Yuma: Thank you.

In this connection, the thing we’re searching is pretty much the same, y’know?

Yui: Eh...really?

Yuma: Yup! In the depth of this mine, there’s a dragon-nest or something, there’s a rare thing out there!

Yui: But the dragon will be there, right…

(All I’m experiencing is all about legend things...as you expect from demon world)

*Yuma disappeared*

(Ghosts or dragon, which one is creepiest...I haven’t seen them so I can’t have any guess)

Neh, Yuma kun, do you ーー

(Huh? He’s not here...but I far I can see, I should be a straight road)

(Could it be he’s hiding something to make me surprise)

Yuma kun…?

Stop already...Yuma kun!

……

(Huh? …...He’s really not there?)

Yuma kun, where? Hey!

(What should I do...preceding alone is dangerous. And also I can’t just recklessly go back and stray from here)

(But I’m fearing to be here, in this gloomy place…!)

(Anyway, to get distracted from this, let’s walk slowly)

*After sometimes*

Yui: Yuma kun…? Hey, Yuma kun…!

Please...response…!

*Stones fall*

Yui: kh!!

(I- I was scared…)

(Where did he go…?)

Yuma kun...I’m scared…

*Another sound*

Yui: kh!!

Yuma: Here!!

Yui: Kyaーーーah!!

*Screen shakes*

Yuma: Hey...why are y’ screaming like this! Kch, my ears hurt…

Yui: (I was scared…!)

Selection ー

→ Get angry (+ correct)

→ Get relieved

Yui: Same to you, threatening me like this is awful!

Yuma: Oi, oi, getting angry like this, why?

Yui: Because...you were gone and I was all alone...it was creepy…

Yuma: Yeah, I saw you trembling. When you’re calling my name, I wanted to scare you wishing good luck.

*Yuma hugs Yui*

Yuma: You’re the one who’s bad for doing cute things.

Yui: …! *blushing*

*Yuma kisses Yui*

Yuma: I won’t go anywhere...nh

Yui: (It won’t work. I’m relieved but at the same time...tears are…)

Yuma: Aah...my bad, don’t cry. I saw something shining in the dark, so I thought to stop by there.

Look.

Yui: (I see it glows rough pale in his palm and so beautiful…)

What can it be…?

Yuma: Who knows. Maybe Ruki could tell the name at one shot, but if it’s me, I can’t.

But, you like it don’t you?

Yui: Yes, it’s so pretty.

Yuma: Then I’ll give it.

Yui: Is that okay?

Yuma: There won’t be a result even if you say you don’t want to. Take it at once!

Yui: ….Thank you. I’ll treasure it.

Yuma: kukuh...If we get outta this mine, maybe we can find this stone a really ordinary one?

Yui: That will be fine too….I am so happy. *blushes*

Yuma: I see...Let’s walk on.

Yui: (He’s so kind...I couldn’t do anything at all)

(I knew...I’m just a burden)

Yuma: Kch!? That is……?

Yui: Hm? What’s wro—

*Yuma covers her mouth*

Yui: (He suddenly blocked my mouth…!)

Yuma: Be quiet...I can sense something

Yui: (Eh? ...He’s pointing on a hole)

Yuma: Definitely this one...there’s rare things here.

Yui: Eh? How can you be so sure?

Yuma: Hm? You can’ see it huh? It’s risky, so you wait ‘re.

Yui: Yes…

*After a moment*

Yui: (While he was searching, he went into the hole but, Yuma kun, I hope you are okay)

(Dragons must be pretty giant...I am worried)

*Foot steps*

Yuma: I made y’ wait! I get the treasure!

Yui: Treasure….what’s that?

(It’s a little large, and curved oval. Could it be…)

Yuma: Very surprising, right? It’s a dragon’s egg!!

Yui: Dragon’s!?

Yuma: Yup!

Yui: I- it wasn’t good...wasn’t there it’s mother?

Yuma: Well, there was. But it’s fine since there were so many eggs out there.

Yui: But...it’s sad. As I thought, you should give up on this

Yuma: Aah? I got it with so much trouble, now you’re saying to give up on it?

Yui: Because…

(However, if Earl gets interested in this egg, he may give back my heart.)

(If everything goes well, then we may also get that cake…)

Yuma: Oi, stop spacing out. Anyway, let’s pull this thing.

Yui: Y- yes.

(What should we do...but at this rate, we won’t get a second chance to get such rare thing)

(Mom of the dragon...sorry…)

*They walk*

Yuma: haahー ! That was surprisingly easy!

Yui: Yes!

*BGM stops*

(Above all, it’s good that we’ve come this far safely)

*Wind*

Yui: Kyaa!

Yuma: Woo! Oops...No good...I was close dropping the egg …

Yui: Hey, what kind of sound that was.

Yuma: No clue…

*Sound*

Yui: (Again…? It’s kinda suspicious)

Yuma: Oi, somehow I’ve bad feelings ‘bout it.

Yui: Yes…

*Soaring*

Yui: Eh...this sound…

(Don’t tell me it's the dragon…?)

*Soaring*

Yuma: It’s flying...but not a dragon. An eagle?

Yui: Looks like it’s facing here and approaching this way.

Yuma: Ah, so... was it a giant eagle’s egg instead of a dragon?

Yui: Eeeh!? That means…

(We’re the...prey!?)

Yuma: First of all, get outta ‘re!! Run!!

*They run*

*After a while*

Yui: Tc...Haa, Yuma kun...I can't run anymore…!

Yuma: Are you ‘kay! It’s cuz I’m holding this egg...shit!

Yui: (I...can’t…!)

Yuma: Kch...Yui! Let’s get out using that.

Yui: Eh? Using this...minecart? Will it move?

Yuma: We ain’t know until we try! Let’s hurry!

Yui: (Anyway, we must have to ride it…!)

Game 

(Words Yuma used in the game) ー

“Let’s start!”

“You’re doing best”

“No use”

“Looks like game’s over”

“As a gift for doing great ー I’ll give you sugar-chan”

Fades to CG (If you win) ー

Yuma: Yaay! You did great, Yui!

Yui: (I’m glad...with this, we may run away)

Yuma: I wondered what’d happen ‘cuz the way it was shaking but, the egg is also safe!

Yui: Really? That’s great…

Yuma: Of course! And it raised my tension more than any other rides of the amusement park!

Super speed and I was feeling dizzy and also the changing patterns of the landscape….perfect adventure! It was fun!

I wanted to scream every time the cart swayed up and down y’know...if possible, I’d like to ride one more!

Anyway, it went pretty well. You did effort with all your might, so come ‘re!

*CG changed  as he hugs*

Yui: Kyaa…!

Yuma: As I thought, a woman who does it, when she has to do it. I also like it...the courage you’re holding inside you.

Yui: Is that...praise?

Yuma: Of course! You’re the best...as expected.

Yui: Same for you...To me...you are just too good.

Yuma: Kukuh...you’re just saying cute things…

Don’t show your indolent nature on the outside that much. Or you can't do your best, right?

Yui: Kch...enough already!

(More than anything, I’m glad that we two are safe)

Place: Front of Mine Entrance / 鉱山跡地入口前

Yuma: Then, we managed to get the egg but...how can we lure out that Earl?

Our weakness is that we don’t know his location...what should we do.

*Soaring*

Yui: Eh...this sound…!?

*Soaring*

Yuma: Tch, it was still chasing after us! Let's escape!!

Yui: (The eagle is roaring...looks really angry)

(But it’s obvious...that was her precious egg after all)

(To the mom of that eagle, her child’s life is….uuuh, more important than my life, right?)

Yuma: Yui! Don’t space out!

*Soaring*

Yui: (Really, is it okay to escape like this? She’s roaring with such a sad voice...escaping like…)

(I can’t do it)

Yuma kun, let’s hand this egg to it’s mom.

Aah? What are ya’ saying so suddenly!

All of your efforts will become worthless like water but...I can’t…!

Yuma: ...You, are you saying seriously?

Yui: Yes...I’m really sorry.

But as I thought, I just can’t steal the egg from it’s mom.

If I would be in that mother’s place, I am sure I couldn’t endure it…!

Yuma: ….Haah, gotcha, do whatever ya’ want.

Yui: Yes, ...this egg, I will return it to her.

Yuma: Yeah.

*Soaring*

Yui: (Kh...I am scared…! But, I’m sure it will get more creepy if we hesitate to give it back)

Mother giant-eagle, we’re sorry! I...I was just being selfish.

We’ll give back your child so...take it!

*Soaring*

(Lift up as much as possible...rise up so high that you can reach the sky…!)

*Flying*

Ah…

(She skillfully grasped the egg and…)

Flies away….

Yuma: Haa….

Yui: (It should be fine)

Yuma: ...We’re going back. 

Yui: Yes…

Place: Rubean Lake / ルビーン 運河

Yui: (I’m glad that we’ve reached the gondola and descended from the mountain safely...but)

Yuma: ……..

(It’s not strange to get him angry. I was….just acting on my will…)

(This time too, he’s really disgusted for all of these)

(....What have I done.)

Yuma: ...Oi

Yui: Hm?

Yuma: Look around a little more….It’s Gondola, we may not get a second chance to ride it.

| Gondola is a kind of boat for riding a lake or something. Click here for more!

Yui: (No second chance….I see. It’s a nice view, it’s somehow natural for me to lost interest for everything)

(But...if I really want to feel, it’s just too painful….!)

Yuma: Haah...damn, don’t just finish all by yourself!

Yui: Eh?

*He gets closer*

Yuma: Honestly, you’re a good-natured person...I’d enough of that.

Yui: Yes…

Yuma: So...I’ll do it!!

*Screen shaked*

Yui: Kyaa….stop...kch!

Yuma: No, I aiiin’t. It’s yer punishment! Haa!

*Screen shaked*

Yui: Kch...Yuma kun, my hair will get messed up…!

Yuma: Aah? I don’t care….It’s ‘cuz I like any kind of you.

Yui: Eh…?

Yuma: To be honest, when ya’ said to return that egg, I knew it’s gonn’ be happen.

Yui: Is that so?

Yuma: Yeah...well, it did get me mad. However, if y’ wanted to hold back then you should do it a little before!

Yui: I’m sorry. But I was…!

Yuma: Aah, if it’s you then I obviously know what it's ‘bout! ...You’re actions were...weird.

Yui: ...I thought you will hate me who has lost her heart…

Yuma kun, even though you said that you don’t care about the taste of my blood…!

*Yuma touches her cheek*

Yuma: Ya’re really stupid. No way I’ll hate you for such things.

But...sorry for making ya worried.

Yui: No, you’re fine. It was me who ー

Yuma: No need to say needless words...nh…*kisses*

Yui: Nn….

Yuma: Be silent...don’t think of anything. Got it?

Yui: ...yes…

Yuma: Good girl...nh…*kiss*

(About Yuma kun...I should have believe his words more)

Yui: ( I can’t get confused about the man in just a dream, who’s the closest and...always staying by my side.)

(But I won’t get puzzled anymore. I’ll trust the arms which are wrapped around me and...the person who is always being kind to me)

(Yuma kun...thank you so much) 

The End of Chapter O3 ー

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[rwby-grimm-guardians]

RWBY Grimm Guardians Arc 4: Re-Bonding In Mistral Ch 5 (Part I)

Welcome back to Re-Bonding In Mistral! We finally begin chapter 5 and, with it, the second half of Vol 5.

For those of you wondering, this chapter takes place during Volume 5’s episodes 8-10 from Blake and Gambol’s POV, as the three episodes are mostly about the Belladonnas. As such, this will be a long chapter.

Also, this is a semi-original chapter. Blake WILL understandably lose her cool here and you’ll get to see a special something regarding Gambol. Plus, you’ll get to see how EVEN MORE badass Blake’s parents are.

Also, due to how long this chapter was, it HAD to be split into two halves.

I know some will not be happy with how I wrote Ilia, but oh well.

As usual, please give constructive criticism and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Still own nothing. Also, Adam and Blake’s problems with him WILL be mentioned here, so do be careful when reading.

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(In Kuo Kuana...)

“What are you thinking?” Gambol asked, sitting on the railing of the balcony of the Belladonna Family Home. Blake sighed, “I don’t know… I’ve let Yang know how we’re doing, she told me that she reconnected with her mother and that she, Ruby, Weiss, their families and Team JNPR will be heading for Haven soon... And now I’m wondering what the hell to do next.” Her sister raised an eyebrow, “Does this have to do with Ilia?” Her younger sister gave a weak chuckle, “You’re too damn observant.”

With a heavy sigh, Blake nodded, “Why am I still thinking there’s hope for her?” A few moments passed, before Gambol shrugged, “Well, I can only tell you what I would do.” “What you want to do is something you need to find out yourself.” She explained. Her younger sister sighed, “Not that simple...or easy.” “Nothing’s ever easy or simple, Blake.” The older of the two explained. “That’s what life is...and always has been. You need to figure out things for yourself.”

The two then heard Sun shouting, “Hey! You two ready to go?” “Be right there!” The black haired teenager shouted, before her eyes drifted to the side, noticing a note taped to the railing. “What the hell is that…?” Gambol asked, walking to her sister’s side. Cautiously, Blake opened the letter, before hearing the taller of the two hiss in anger. The note...was from Ilia, saying, “B, Things going too far. Not sure what to do. Find a quiet spot, I'll find you. Come alone. Please. -I”.

The black haired teenager tightened her fist, before putting the note in her coat. “Blake, it’s a trap. You KNOW that.” Gambol said. Blake nodded, her face filled with anger...and resolve, “I know. Which is why you’re coming along.” The elder of the two sisters raised an eyebrow, before nodded in realization, “In THAT form, right? Got it. And if they try to kill you?” Blake froze, before biting her lip. Finally, she sighed, “You’re free to reap chaos.”

Soon, Sun opened the door to the balcony, asking, “Hey, are we going recruiting or what? We've got the entire nocturnal secti-...” He stopped talking when he noticed that Blake wasn’t saying anything, sporting a concerned expression on her face. He also noticed the anger in Gambol’s eyes, before asking, “Is something up?” The younger of the two sisters nodded, “No, we’re good. We'll meet you there.”

“We...need to take care of something first.” She explained, before walking away. Gambol watched her sister leave, before easily noticing a quiet sound of rustling in the trees behind them. Whatever was happening...she knew she needed to stop it. “Make sure kaa-san and otou-san stay safe.” She said to the blonde. “Please.” Sun paused, attempting to absorb the events happening, before nodding. “I promise. Keep yourselves safe too.”

The older faunus smiled with a nod, before following Blake in a different direction. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Some time later...at a darkened alleyway…)

‘I swear to the Gods, Ilia. Please do NOT do this to me…’ Blake thought. ‘Do NOT betray me trust…’ Clenching her fist, she approached the alleyway, calling out, “Ilia...?” A familiar voice said, “I’m here.” The cat faunus paused, before drawing out her VBCS, convincing the chameleon-faunus to walk out of the alleyway and dropping her camouflage with her arms raised. Blake sighed, “Ilia, I need you to understand me. I know you’re scared, but you don’t have to be.”

“My family and I can protect you.” She explained. The older teenager knew she was putting too much faith into this… But she needed to, at the very least, TRY. Her hope rose, as did her disbelief as Ilia said, “I’m sorry.” Blake bit her lip, hoping that she was actually getting through to her former friend. “You can make up for it by helping us stop Corsac and Fennec…” She explained. “PLEASE Ilia.”

Ilia shook her head, “No.” “I’m sorry.” She said in a hostile tone.

And just like that, whatever hope, belief, and trust Blake had for her former friend went out like a push of smoke… All while she was kicked and forced to the ground by Yuma and Trifa, dropping her VBCS in the process. As the weapon rested at Ilia’s feet, Blake soon found herself bound by spider web silk, before glaring at the teenager who she thought was her friend. “I tried to warn you, Blake.” Ilia said. “I’m sor-.”

The chameleon faunus was cut off by the cat faunus growling, “Like hell you are.” “But I am. I'm sorry it has to be this way…” The chameleon faunus said. “But you and your family are holding the Faunus back!” Blake snarled in anger, attempting to break free of her binds to no effect, “Because we're trying to protect people?!” “In what world do you live in where attacking the innocent is the right thing to do?!” She snapped.

“The same one as you!” Ilia snapped right back. “There's no such thing as innocent! There's no right thing to do! Only what's best for us!” “You know damn well that’s a lie!” The cat faunus shouted.

Ilia glared at the older teenager, shouting right back, “And YOU know that there are humans that still hate the Faunus! And those who just stand by and let the hate happen!” “But you know what snuffs out hate?” She asked her former friend.

“Fear. I don't like hurting people. But I'll tell you this…” The chameleon faunus said, tilting her weapon at Blake. “It's gotten us results.” The cat faunus was unfazed, tilting her head and saying in a flat, yet terrifying tone, “Yeah? Then look where it's gotten you.” The younger teenager’s eyes widened...and for a brief moment...she felt a cold shiver run down her spine at Blake’s words.

Ilia ultimate shrugged it off, but it was obvious to Blake that her former friend was frightened of her. Somehow...something in the cat faunus felt satisfied by that. “So what, you really think killing me is for this so-called greater good?” The cat faunus asked. Ilia shook her head, “No…”

“But getting rid of your family is…” She said. She watched as Blake’s eyes widened in shock and horror, before her expression turned into pure rage. “WHY YOU FUCKI-!!” The cat faunus shouted, only to be cut off as Yuma and Trifa slammed her head into the ground, disorienting the black haired teenager.

Due to her hearing being temporarily disabled, Blake could barely make out any words that Ilia was saying. Right now, all she knew was that her family was in danger...and she needed to help them. The cat faunus felt rage boiling in her chest, trying to think of an idea that could get her out of this mess. Then one thought of Gambol crossed her mind. Blake could get Gambol to help her...but she would need to get her to the cat faunus’s location first.

Soon, Blake’s hearing came back to her, hearing Ilia say, “Yuma, with me.” “Get her to the docks.” She said to Trifa. As the two White Fang agents left, the cat faunus knew she needed to act quickly and put this off right. Blake clenched her fists tightly.

“Alright traitor, lets go.” Trifa said, tugging on the silk...only to find her captive stationary. She then heard a growl from the cat faunus, “I’m going to make you suffer for attacking my family.” Blake didn’t want to do this to Gambol, but she knew it was the only chance she had to escape and get home. She looked straight at her VBCS, reciting a chant that Gambol had told her during their trip back home...

(A/N: In Japanese) “Kuchiku-kandearu tamashī ni, watashi wa anata ni tanomi, watashi no sakebi ni mimi o katamukemasu. Anata no shujin to kazoku wa kiken ni sarasa rete imasu. Kage kara oritekuru-jū no yō ni hōkō shi, teki o kiritaoshimasu. Anata no sokubaku kara nukedashi, anata no aisuruhito o kizutsukeru hitobito ni dai konran o motarashimasu!”

(A/N: In Italian) “All'anima distruttrice, ti prego, ascolta il mio grido. Il tuo padrone e la tua famiglia sono in pericolo. Ruggisci come una bestia che discende dalle ombre e abbatti i tuoi nemici. Spezza le tue catene e distruggi coloro che ferirebbero i tuoi cari!”

“To the soul that is a destroyer, I beg of thee, heed my cry.” The cat faunus whispered, her voice slowly growing louder with each word. “Thine master and family are in danger. Roar like a beast descending from shadows and cut down thy enemies.” Blake and Trifa then noticed purple aura and energy radiating off of the VBCS as it began spinning violently. Blake then swallowed, taking a deep breath as she shouted, “Break from thy shackles and wreak havoc on those who’d harm thine loved ones!”

“Gambol Shroud!”

In an instant, the VBCS lifted off of the ground and cut into the very fabric of space, opening a portal. Immediately, the older of the two sisters leaped through the portal, transforming as she did so.

Blake shut her eyes tightly, clenching her fists as Trifa looked at Gambol in horror. The Weapon Spirit roared in her face, now transformed into a Panther-like Grimm. The battle wasn’t even a contest, as the Panther faunus took the White Fang agent down as if she were nothing more than an ant. After only hearing the sound of vicious chaos, Blake soon found her bindings broken and herself in Gambol’s arms.

She opened her eyes to face the now-transformed woman, who was in the process of reverting back to her normal state. The concerned look in her sister’s now-glowing purple eyes was all the cat faunus needed to know what Gambol was asking. “I’m...unharmed… We need to get home.” Blake said. “Mom and Dad are in danger. And if Sun’s there, then he might not last that long. They need us.”

She didn’t bother asking what her sister did. The blood on her claws were more than enough to tell her what she did to Trifa. Hell, the teenager could tell how much blood was in the air. So why did Blake feel like she didn’t care what Gambol did?

…

Maybe she did. Maybe she didn’t. There were too many things going on at once right now. And more important things to focus on.

Gambol nodded, putting her sister down on her feet and handing the teenager her VBCS. “And you’re right….” Blake sighed. Her sister raised an eyebrow, queuing the teenager to explain, “It was a trap… And I’m sure Ilia’s become no better than Adam…” The cat faunus bit her lip, “She...manipulated me. Broke my trust. Just like he did.” The teenager tightened her fist around her weapon’s handle, “And now...she’s threatening our parents…”

Tears...of both sadness and rage streamed down Blake’s faces as she walked over to a building and slammed her fist into the wall. “I WAS PLAYED LIKE A FUCKING FOOL! AGAIN!” She shouted, before collapsing to her knees and pounding the sidewalk in sadness, anger, and frustration. “She played me like Adam did! And she’s too DAMN blind to see that fact!”

Blake was sad that she had her trust broken again by someone who she thought was a friend. She was angry at Ilia for doing that and threatening her family. She was angry at herself for BELIEVING that Ilia could learn to be better.

And the teenager was frustrated that Ilia still couldn’t learn that the White Fang had grown into nothing more than a terrorist organization and a group of murderers.

“What will you do?” Gambol asked, her voice now in a rougher tone due to her earlier transformation. Her sister went still, before sighing, “With Ilia, who the fuck knows.” “All I know is that I’m not going to forgive her for this shit.” She said. The Weapon Spirit nodded, before transforming back into a Panther-like Grimm. Blake climbed on her back, holding on tightly as the Soul-Grimm-Faunus hybrid ran back towards their family home.

The teenager pulled out her scroll, before calling her mother. “Come on, Mom….” She whispered, begging. “Please. PLEASE pick up…!” -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Please continue to Part 2 here: (To be added soon.)

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Ship of Dreams (pt 10)

The morning had been quiet. Something had obviously been on Adam’s mind but he’d yet to say anything to Blake about it. She’d caught him glancing at her every so often as they got around and then sat down for breakfast in one of their own little private areas on the ship. Sun streamed in through the numerous windows. It was peaceful. 

Still, Blake couldn’t fully relax, not with Adam in such a strange mood. She’d learned partway into their courting that the moments where he was silent could be the most dangerous. 

It wasn’t until Blake had almost finished her meal that Adam finally spoke, his face nearly impassive. “I didn’t see you last night. After dinner, I mean.” 

Blake carefully stirred her tea, back ramrod straight off the chair. She had a quick flash of last night, leaning onto Yang’s shoulder. “I was tired.” 

Adam hummed. “No doubt your excursions below deck wore you out.” 

Blake wished she could have been surprised that he knew, but of course he’d had Yuma keep an eye on her. What did surprise her was the flash of anger she felt at it, and not the usual resignation that tended to permeate every cell of her body at Adam’s words and actions.  

“Oh, how typical. You had your little manservant follow me.” Even to her own ears she could hear the irritation. 

Adam didn’t deny it. There was no need. “You are not to behave like that again. Do you understand me?” 

Indignation built up in her chest. “I’m not one of your employees.” Stop. “You don’t get to command me around.” Stop now. “I’m your fiance.” 

His blue eyes bore into her. “My fiance,” he says calmly. Blake knows she’s messed up. Him standing abruptly in the following moments only serves to confirm it for her. The table is knocked over next, all in one fluid motion from the man now towering over her. 

“My fiance and my wife!” he all but yells this as he leans forward to cage her in her seat between his arms. Blake feels like she’s stopped breathing. She should have stopped. 

“You are my wife in practice if not yet by law,” he tells her in no uncertain terms. He’s no longer yelling but that only makes it worse. “So you will honor me.” One hand comes up and grasps Blake’s chin between his fingers. “Like a good wife you will behave yourself. You will not make me look like a fool. Have I made myself clear?” 

Blake swallows, feeling her eyes burning as she refuses to give Adam the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Still, she can’t bring herself to actually speak and just nods. 

Her fiance grins, the hand holding her chin moving to push back a strand of her hair. “Oh Blake,” his voice and expression have gone soft and Blake feels her stomach clench. He glances over at the broken dishes and the tipped over table next to them on the floor. He shakes his head. “Why do you have to do this to yourself. You’ve caused such a mess.”

It’s not a question, and Blake doesn’t answer as the man straightens himself up and then walks back into their room without another word. 

Blake’s breaths come back to her in stuttering heaps. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The tears that start streaming down her face make her decision for her as she kneels on the floor in an useless attempt to pick up the pieces. 

Velvet is next to her in a flash. “I’m sorry. I seemed to have caused quite the mess,” Blake apologizes. Deep breaths. Keep it together. Velvet dismisses her apology easily. 

“Ma’am,” the brunette starts as she helps clean up Adam’s mess, voice cautious. “If you don’t mind me saying, maybe we should tell your mother.” 

“No.” 

“But if you told her, surely she would break off the engagement,” the maid tries. “Your mother seems like such a good woman.” 

Blake knows her mother would. If she told her Kali would call the whole thing off in an instant. But then they’d be back where they’d ended up after her father died. No money. No support. As good as dead, or worse. 

She meets Velvet’s chocolate brown eyes. “My mother is not to hear a word of any of this,” she says, leaving no room for argument. “Besides, this was my fault.” She lifts one shoulder in a halfhearted shrug. “I brought this on myself.”  

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She’s worn a smile since she woke up that morning. She can’t stop, thinking back to the night before and the smile Blake had worn throughout the night. She can see it, can see the way her eyes had gleamed. Lost in their own little world, Blake pressed into her side as they just soaked up each other’s company.

Sun had given her such a hard time about her seemingly chipper attitude. Had teased her about being smitten. Yang hadn’t denied it, even as her rational mind kept reminding her that nothing would ever come of it. 

It probably wouldn’t help the situation that she’d been sketching all morning, sketching from memory the way Blake had looked dancing with her. Brothers, that woman’s smile. 

“Gods,” Sun had groaned moments later. “I can hear your sappy thoughts from over here. Just go talk to her.”

Yang looked up from her book, blinking at Sun like she’d forgotten he was even there. “I - “

“I’m not kidding,” he continued with a grin. “I bet she’d love nothing more than to see you too, if what I remember of last night holds any water.” 

She had to admit, Sun’s optimism was infectious. 

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Ryan: P: (3, 6, 14, 24), P/F: (10, 16), L: (4, 5), C: (3), F: (1, 4, 8), P: (6), V: (1, 3), DL: (1, 9)

I had a lot to say here… 

Ryan always makes me ramble.

Personality

3-Are they more optimistic or pessimistic?

Ryan is extremely optimistic. He’s not naive. He’s seen his fair share of hardship and struggle. But he looks on the bright side of every situation he finds himself in. He knows that life is short- unexpectedly so sometimes- and he knows that it’s better to have a positive outlook than a negative one because it makes that short time more enjoyable. He trusts his gut and usually things work out for him, so he doesn’t see a reason to change to a more negative outlook. He keeps his expectations reasonable and his baggage light, and the majority of the time, Ryan is a truly happy person down to his bones. 

6-What bad habits do they have?

Aside from smoking, which he’s told himself that he’d try to quit a few times now, the only other “bad habit” he has is that he can’t take a compliment well. He tries to deflect, claim that its the song that’s great, not his playing, or that the sound is only as good as it is because of who he’s playing with, all the while the skin between his beard and his eyes is blushing a rosy pink hue. It’s not a bad habit in that it hurts anyone, but he has to work on receiving praise, because he absolutely deserves it. 

14-What is their greatest fear?

Ryan’s not afraid of much. He doesn’t love heights, but that won’t stop him from climbing a roof that needs patching or looking out over the ledge of a bridge or balcony. He’s not the biggest fan of elevators, but he rarely ever has to use one so that’s not much of an issue, either. But there is one thing that will make his eyes go wide and the hair on the back of his neck stand straight up: Scorpions.

He’d run into them for the first time in Yuma, AZ, camping with Cowboy and Virginia. Sure, there were scorpions in Georgia, but not in the Southeast where he grew up, and certainly not poisonous ones. But a bark scorpion found its way into Ryan’s boot one night, and he almost shoved his foot right on top of it in the morning had Virginia not grabbed his arm and yanked the boot out of his hand. At first he was confused, but his mouth dropped open and an “oh, shit!” slipped out as she upended his shoe and a little yellow armored creature plunked out onto the stony, sandy ground, pincers raised and tail poised to strike.

“Always check your boots, Brenner,” Cowboy slapped him on the back as he came back to the campsite, a smirk on his face as he threw his friend a wink and kissed his girl on the cheek.

From that moment on, Ryan has never once put his shoes on without checking them.

Aside from scorpions he has another fear that really only started developing as he got older and the invincibility of his twenties started to fade, and that fear is of dying alone. His father, Oz, Cowboy… they were all alone in their last moments, and he couldn’t help but wonder: were they cold? In pain? Suffering? How long until someone found them? What was that like, those last few seconds of life with no one there as you entered the abyss? The thought gave him chills so he tried to push it from his mind whenever it cropped up, would call a friend or one of his cousins to distract from the fear. He also knew what the other side of that coin was like; remembered as clearly as if it were yesterday both calls from Robin and Virginia, and the guilt that he felt when he heard the news. He didn’t want Georgie or Louie or anyone else to get that call about him, to feel that guilt of “I shoulda met him in Tupelo or Jacksonville or Cheyenne.” He was careful, always trying his best to stay out of any dangerous situations- something that he knew Oz and Cowboy weren’t keen on, and something that he’d been told his father hadn’t been the best at either. He enjoyed traveling alone for the most part and didn’t let this newfound fear get in his way of that enjoyment, but it was particularly bad in the winter months when rails froze and black ice made for dicey footing when getting on or off of a moving train, when falling asleep when the temperature fell could mean not waking up.

24-What are their idiosyncrasies?

Ryan ties his shoes in a very specific way, double knotting with every pass of the looped lace, and tucking the loose ends into the third crossed lace along the tongue of his boots. If the lace comes loose, he undoes the whole knot and starts over. 

He isn’t comfortable if he can’t see the sky. He hates basements and rooms without windows, and he almost never picks a train car that doesn’t have an open top or at least one open side. 

He can’t stand still when he brushes his teeth. He paces around, not nervously, just casually, until it’s time to spit and rinse. 

 Past & Future

10- What smells remind him of his childhood?

Pine from his grandfather’s carving, salt air from time spent at the beach with his cousins, peaches bubbling and caramelizing in the oven from Aunt Holly’s cobbler, wood smoke from the bonfires the Brenner’s were known for, the earthy smell of skunks from that one time he, Jimmy, Patrick and Zach tried to domesticate one of the monochromatic mammals living under Uncle Max’s tool shed and ended up getting sprayed and subsequently laughed at by all the “told ya so” cousin’s watching from the porch.  

16- What past act is he most ashamed of?

Once, when Ryan was still new to the road and still learning how to get by on his own (just a few months after his 17th birthday), he found himself with no cash, no food, and no one to lean on for another two days until Cowboy and Virginia got into town. He held out as long as he could, but the fact was that at 17 he wasn’t nearly a good enough musician to make any real money on his own, and it had already been a full day on an empty stomach. So he did what he had to do, and grabbed a wrapped deli sandwich from the refrigerator case, stuffing it in his pocket and leaving the store before he could be seen. 

He’s been back through those parts a handful of times, and he always makes it a point to stop in that deli and leave a few extra dollars in the tip jar on the counter. 

 Love

4- When was the last time he had sex?

Well, it was with Jackie, so roughly a year ago. And before that, even longer. Falling into bed with Jackie as quickly as he did was very out of character for Ryan. Getting attached to people who are attached to where they live isn’t a good habit for someone like him- someone who goes where the roads and rails take him, when they take him, and has no need for a rear view mirror. Did he genuinely want to help Jackie when she got hit by that pickup? Yes, of course. Ryan is nearly incapable of walking away from someone who needs help, because he believes in karma and that when good goes around it comes around. Not that he only helps people if he thinks something good will come for him, he just firmly believes that the world would be a better place if we judged less and helped more. Did he really want much more to do with Jackie after that? Not really, but she offered to repay his kindness with dinner, and Ryan’s not really in a position to turn down a meal or a warm place to eat it. Staying the night? Okay, it was snowing, what did you want him to do? Freeze his poor little face off trying to hitch a ride? Like he said, who’s stopping for a stranger in a snowstorm? No one, so the kindness was extended to a bed for the night. Understandable.

Then the morning comes and he sees the poor condition that the roof is in, and two things happened at once: 1) having done so much repair work, roofing, and odd jobs in the carpentry field, he couldn’t walk away from that leak knowing that in a month or so the whole thing would collapse, and 2) that desire to help someone in need kicked in again. Should he have left it at the roof? Of course he should have, but Jackie just kept needing, and Ryan just kept giving. Support, comfort, help, kindness. And after so long on his own, a few days with someone who seemed to need and appreciate him was a big change…one that proved to be confusing for Ryan; nothing felt wrong, necessarily, it just didn’t feel right, and when Jackie asked if Southbound was “about her” when they were in bed together, that’s when Ryan first thought that he’d made a mistake: how could it be about her? I only just met her.

It was about someone, that’s for sure, but that someone wasn’t Jackie Laurel.

About a year and three or four months before Jackie, Ryan’s last real intimate encounter was with a girl named Chloe. Chloe was a year younger than Ryan, an artist that he met while he was out in Montana at Georgie’s uncle’s buddy’s ranch. They clicked instantly and before that 4 week period was up, Ryan was hypnotized by the girl with the feather earring and Chloe was goo for the boy with the guitar. They never labeled anything because to them, labels felt like limitations- not on what they could do, but on how they chose to be together. Chloe lived in Montana most of the year, but would spend months at a time traveling wherever the wind blew in search of inspiration for her next big project- she’s a sculpture artist specializing in naturally inspired pieces- and the semi-permanent living arrangement was really only so that she had a place to come back to work when she was ready to start slinging clay. But whenever she was “home” she’d let Ryan know, and usually he would make his way to Livingston if it was feasible. They’d even met up on the road a few times, and their relationship was easy and light regardless of whether it had been three months or three weeks since last they saw one another. For the first entire year, all anyone had to do was mention the other’s name and they’d both bloom bright red roses on their cheeks.

Heading into their second year of unlabeled bliss, Chloe started to get real recognition for her work, earning commissions for universities, libraries and other large organizations. Ryan was over the moon thrilled for her, and her excitement was palpable even over the phone. When she called to tell him that she’d be in Livingston, he couldn’t wait to get her in his arms, to kiss the corner of her smile, right where her dimples would form. He split off from Cowboy, Virginia and Georgie and hopped the first train headed west. They spent two whole days holed up in bed, tangled in Chloe’s crisp white sheets with golden summer light streaming in through the sun catcher in the window and painting their entwined bodies with blues and oranges and reds. Ryan realized then that he’d fallen in love with her, and he could tell that she had come to the same realization about him by the way she held him or by how her soft lips lingered against his bristly cheeks, or from the way her dark obsidian eyes would shine when she smiled at him. He realized then, that she was the first woman he’d ever really been in love with, and even though they hadn’t had one another constantly, they’d been constants in one another’s lives and he wanted that to continue. He wanted that to continue forever.

Chloe did, too, but then something happened.

Ryan stayed in Livingston with her for two weeks before circling back up with Georgie (Cowboy and Ginny had gone south to Utah to visit her folks for a while) but about two months later he was back after her tearful phone call letting him know that she was pregnant, but that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to keep the baby. Ryan couldn’t breathe or think or keep his heartbeat steady, so he told Georgie what was going on and dizzily hopped a train from neighboring South Dakota back to Montana and the forever that had suddenly started slipping through his fingers.

Chloe was a mess when he got there- couldn’t speak for the tears that were pouring from her eyes, couldn’t stop trembling from the fear that she was struck with, even as Ryan’s strong arms circled her small frame. Ryan never saw himself as a father, but he never saw himself falling in love, either, and in that moment he decided that he’d do whatever he had to to be the man that Chloe and their child needed. If that meant that he had to travel less, he was prepared to make that change. He’d always heard people say that love makes you do crazy things, and he finally understood what that meant. But it seemed that Chloe had been doing some crazy things of her own- she hadn’t waited for Ryan to get there after she called him. She’d gone to a clinic and made the decision already. That’s why she was racked with fear, because she’d made their choice without asking him, without considering what he’d want or think, part of her knowing how he’d feel. No, Ryan never saw himself as a dad or as a husband, but he never saw himself having his heart broken by the first woman he fell in love with, either. He tried to forgive her for making the choice without him, even though he was hurting, but she couldn’t forgive herself even though she didn’t regret her choice. Suddenly there was a chasm between them while they were standing in the same room, and the last time Ryan left Livingston was the last time he’d be back.

A few months before meeting Jackie, Ryan was traveling in Macy, Nebraska and he stumbled on one of the works she’d been commissioned to sculpt at a community college. He’d called her, just to congratulate her and to tell her how beautiful it was, and they’d caught up on each other’s lives: Ryan was still jumping trains and making music, she was still sculpting… and she’d met someone… someone who she hadn’t hurt like she’d hurt Ryan, someone who’d asked her to marry him, and someone she’d said yes to. She’d again expressed how completely sorry she was for how things had gone, and she finally accepted his forgiveness. Now, from time to time, Ryan will see one of her sculptures and a sad smile will cross his face for the life he almost had with her, but then the sadness fades and he’s happy for the life she has now, and for the possibilities still out there for himself.

Someone (ahem @its-my-little-dumpster-fire) asked if Ryan ever slept with Robin…and the answer is… yes, but it was a while back, before Chloe, and it was weird for both of them. Yes, there was always chemistry between them, even while Oz was alive (which was tricky but Ryan chalked it up to friendship and kindred spirits and the amount of time spent harmonizing) but they never acted on it. Robin loved Oz and was extremely loyal to him, and Ryan respected that. His death was hard on both of them, and when they saw one another afterwards, it just sort of…happened. But it was a one and done and never again type of thing- neither is embarrassed or has any sort of regret over it, and it didn’t change their friendship which is still very strong. And if you want more details on that… I have them but this is already long enough.

  5- What kind of sex does he have?

Hands covering every inch of you, but starting in the least likely of places- your shoulder, the crook of your elbow, or maybe your calf. Lips caressing your skin which is practically vibrating with need, but gently and slowly, deliberately. He brings your hand to his mouth to plant a kiss there, but not to your knuckles; right to the center of your palm where your lifeline stretches from your wrist to your fingers. He’ll leave one on your ankle bone as he helps free you from your jeans. He wants you naked, doesn’t need the theatrics of a strip tease or a high end lace bra. He wants you bare before him so he can appreciate every detail, each freckle, all the veins in your arms, the little scars that tell the story of you, the sum of your “imperfections” that set you aside from the rest of the world. When he looks at you it’s with hunger like you’ve never seen. He starts devouring you with his eyes but he doesn’t stop there, mouth finding every sweet spot on your body, not stopping until you’re nearly incoherent, finally entering you and basking in the feel of you surrounding him, in the look of awe on your face and the strained sighs escaping your lips…

That’s what it’s like to be loved by Ryan Brenner.

Ryan is an intense, sensual partner who thrives on a deep connection with those he chooses to be intimate with- this is why it was out of character for him to end up sleeping with Jackie, because they hadn’t known one another long enough to build the kind of connection that he usually looks for. He’s a little bit old fashioned in the thought that intimacy should go hand in hand with emotion, that it’s a language with which to communicate what can’t be said with words. That’s why his number isn’t very high- only 5- and why he doesn’t have a different girl in every city he’s visited. Ryan is extremely and acutely in tune with his partner, and is able to put the most raw, pure feeling into every touch and movement.

 Conflict

3- What is his kryptonite?

It’s always been the people that he cares about. Ryan doesn’t have a lot to his name, so in terms of material things he doesn’t have much to lose and there aren’t a lot of situations that he couldn’t recover from. He’s been robbed twice, went a week without making a buck once, even broke his guitar once on a bumpy dismount, but he bounced back from all of those situations. But the people he cares about- his cousins and Chase, his friends from coast to coast, even the new additions like you, Junebug- they mean more to him than he can put into words, and he’d do anything he could for any of them. 

  Favorites

1-What is their favourite animal?

Ryan has always liked birds. From small finches and jays to hawks, eagles and cranes, they’ve always fascinated him. To him they represent freedom and independence. They sing songs unique to themselves, they get to look at the world from a different perspective, they get to go wherever they want, whenever they want, and to Ryan it always seems like they’re having fun, swooping and diving, riding the wind, splashing in puddles or sand. 

4-What is their favourite song?

You cannot know how long I agonized over this answer. 

I finally landed on Into the Mystic by Van Morrison, because it reminds him of happy times with his parents before his father died and his mother remarried. Carolyn and Luke Brenner were very much in love, and there was always music playing in their home whether it was Luke strumming a guitar or banjo, or Carolyn singing along to the small radio on the kitchen counter. Ryan had a lot of memories of his parents singing and dancing, smiles on their faces and laughter in their eyes. He even remembers times when his father was away, and his mother would take his small hands and dance him through the living room with this song playing. When he hears it now (or plays it, which only happens occasionally when he has the right accompaniment- it’s a pretty piano heavy song…maybe Junebug can help him out with this one…) he feels light and happy, and hopeful that someday he might find something like what his parents had.   

8- What is his favorite food? 

Ryan’s favorite food is shrimp and grits, but not just from anywhere, specifically his Aunt Holly’s version of the dish. When Ryan came to live permanently among the Brenners a few years after His mother married his stepfather, he spent most of his time with his Gram and Granddaddy, and his father’s sister Holly, Jimmy’s mom and his Uncle Alan, though the whole family had a hand in raising him from 12-16. But most of that time was under Holly and Alan’s roof, and Holly was the best damn cook in town. Alan worked on a shrimping boat and was able to come home with freshly caught prawns at a fraction of the price that they’d run in seafood markets. At first, Ryan was skeptical of the shrimp because he’d never eaten something with so many legs or antennas, pushing them aside to devour the delicious, creamy corn grits that they sat atop. But eventually he gave in, seeing how much everyone else liked the funny looking sea creatures, and since that first sweet bite he’s been hooked. Holly always makes them when he’s home. He’s tried them a few times elsewhere, but there’s really no comparison to the family recipe. 

 Possessions 

6- What is in his pockets? 

I answered this one separately because it got lengthy: 

Turn ‘Em Out 

Values

1- What does he think is the worst thing that can happen to someone?

The worst thing in the world as far as Ryan is concerned, is feeling like you’re stuck; like you can’t control the speed or direction of your own life. He’s seen it grind people down until they break, and he’s seen it many times through his life.

He saw it first with his mother, when she married his stepfather. Their relationship was fine, but even Ryan at 10 could tell that they weren’t in love the same way his mom was in love with his dad. While he was mostly apathetic towards Ryan, his mother’s new husband treated her well enough, but Ryan never caught them dancing in the kitchen at 2am when he wandered out for water like he’d caught his father twirling his mother, a small radio playing on the counter. He never saw his mother jump into her new husband’s arms when he got home from work like she used to greet Ryan’s dad when he’d come home from his travels. Miles cared for and respected Ryan’s mother, but he didn’t go out of his way to do so, and Ryan had the sneaking suspicion that she only married him because she’d already had his child (Ryan’s half brother Chase was unexpectedly born 2 years before their wedding, and Ryan was thrilled about being a big brother having seen how much fun Tommy and Zach had growing up together. He didn’t care about the 8 year age gap.) and she felt like her chances of finding a second true love like Ryan’s father (especially with two kids) were running out. Miles was there, and even though things weren’t as great as they might have been with someone else, she wasn’t alone. But she wasn’t happy, either, and Ryan saw her smiles dwindle through the years.

He saw it with Chloe, when she found out that she was pregnant and the fear of being stuck was so great that she threw the choice away before even talking to Ryan about it. He saw the way that decision broke her down until it ruined whatever the two of them could have salvaged from that relationship.

He saw it happen to Cowboy when he and Virginia started on the same page with their son and ended up in separate books. Ginny was smitten with that kid the second he popped out, and Cowboy loved him, too, but staying put proved to be much tougher than he thought it would be. It turned him bitter at times and made him angry, and Ryan answered more than one shaky, tear filled call from Virginia after Cowboy’d taken his “stuck” feelings out on her. He’d tried his best to alleviate some of that burden, dropping by to visit the three of them as often as he could, trying to make it feel like old times, he and Cowboy playing together while Virginia rocked the baby in the corner. But eventually even that wasn’t enough, and Cowboy realized that he couldn’t stick it out, not for as long as Virginia needed him to, so at her urging, he unstuck himself. And then Ryan saw it happen to Ginny after he died- that boy means the world to her, and she doesn’t regret having to give up her lifestyle, she wasn’t so attached to having no attachments as Cowboy was, but Ryan knows that she feels stuck just like his mother did. A single mother with limited avenues for change.

He sees it when you’re sitting in your empty apartment and you tell him straight and honest that you’re stuck without direction. 

Ryan doesn’t judge people or pity them when they feel stuck in their lives. He simply hopes that they’ll be able to unstick themselves soon because he knows that life is too short to feel like you have no options, to feel stuck, to not take the wheel for yourself. 

3- When did he last lie?

 Ryan doesn’t lie often, and when he does it’s usually only to protect someone’s feelings. Like the time he told Taylor that the lemon squares she made were “really good” before turning and spitting the dry, tasteless clump into a napkin, Fitz and Jimmy snorting into their drinks.

But when he told himself that he could have the sort of thing with Jackie that he had with Chloe, that was a lie, and he knew it as soon as his boots were back on her porch and her arms were around his neck. Coming back to Jackie felt like obligation once he was there, something he never felt towards Chloe. Just give it some time… But the more time he gave it, the more clear it became- Jackie could never fully accept his part-time presence, and Ryan wasn’t ready to change his lifestyle for her. Within an hour of his arrival she’d asked him how long he was staying, expecting certain answers and showing real disappointment when he shrugged and answered with “a week, maybe?” She just wants more time… But he realized it would never be enough time unless it was all the time. He realized he’d never find something quite like what he and Chloe had, and that he’d never be able to have anything even close to that with Jackie. He realized that the real lie wasn’t even that he was telling himself that he and Jackie could work; the real lie was that he was lonely but he’d been telling himself that he wasn’t. 

  Daily Life

1-What are his eating habits?

Ryan is a messy eater and always has been. He doesn’t leave a mess behind, but if there’s sauce in what he’s eating it’s going to end up on his face and all over his hands. If it’s something that can create crumbs, they’re going to get trapped in his beard until he wipes his hand over his face. He has a set of silverware in his pack along with a can opener, half-used sterno, and a camp coffee filter, but he rarely uses the silverware because if he does then he has to find some place to clean them and he doesn’t always have access to water like that. He just digs in with his fingers most of the time, especially when he’s alone. He carries some food items with him- ground coffee, nuts, jerky, and a couple cans of tuna, beans or corn. He also has a jug of water that he can tie onto one of the straps of his pack. Space is limited, but he always makes sure that he has food for a day or two in case something happens and he either can’t afford or can’t get to a deli, convenience store, café or grocery store. Most days he eats two meals- breakfast and a late lunch/ early dinner. Ryan’s really good at only eating when he’s actually hungry, and he’ll eat a third or even fourth meal on days when he burns a lot of energy, like if he gets some side work in construction or agriculture. Along those same lines, he doesn’t overeat, only eating until he’s full. He always has to be ready to move, and quickly, so being weighed down by an overfull stomach isn’t a great idea.

When he’s home though? With all those family recipes and no need to worry about hightailing it to or from anywhere? He goes full on food coma, especially when he stops in to see his Aunt Holly. She’s never not had a peach cobbler cooling on her kitchen table for as long as Ryan can remember, and there’s always at least one pot going on the stove and something else in the oven.

Typical Ryan fare on the day to day is usually something that he can eat quickly, is easy to eat on the move, and has a lot of protein. He’ll stop in to a deli for a sandwich, grab a burrito from a food truck, or hit the “ready to eat” section at a grocery or convenience store.

8-What is their soft drink of choice?

Ryan usually sticks to water, coffee and tea when it comes to non-alcoholic beverages, but every now and then if he sees a root beer- a good one- he caves and goes for it. His favorite happens to be Jones Soda Co. and he first tried that brand out in Oregon with Robin. Aside from the flavor, which is just sassafras-y enough and not too sweet, he was initially drawn to the bottle because the label caught his eye. Each one has a different black and white photo, most of them showcasing little glimpses of Americana. The one that caught his eye at the Sweet Street Deli (he and Robin had gone in to grab lunch and drinks for the group. They’d been playing together around the corner in front of the Tioga building, locals gathering around and dropping change and crumpled bills into the open instrument cases and walking away with smiles that they spread all over town.) had a photo of a rail crossing signal and Ryan laughed to himself as he wrapped his fingers around the cool neck of the bottle. He grabbed an orange soda for Georgie, a classic cola for Cowboy, and for Virginia, who had more of an adventurous palate than her partner, he picked green apple. Whenever Ryan sees Jones root beer, it reminds him of that first trip out to Oregon, of carefree summer days and easy, laughter filled nights.

#ryan brenner #passing through #character asks #thank you SO MUCH for these #so many stories cropped up from these asks #this was FUN #fun times ahead and behind for Ryan

[mythologymonsterlover]

F! Succubus x M! Werewolf lovers

These two are actually my two OC’s I made for an art project. One is called Titi and the other Yuma. They have opposite lives, but how do these love birds get to know each other? Find out! Also, this is a very fluffy story, so be prepared.

Warning: cussing/mentions of sexual content

Male werewolf reader X female Succubus

My role in this place is quite simple; I wait until my father dies and take the throne. I’ve been groomed to be a strong ruler since I was born. As for my brother, Guardian, he became the head guard of the castle. Night and day, he protects our home, me, servants, maids, and the commoners who live here. As for I, since I was destined to be a king one day, I learned from the best teachers throughout the country and swordsmanship from the most elite men. I don’t care for having friends, since I consider them an distraction.

Love also is something I avoid, since it seem like a pretty word for lust. I’ve been offered many women, but none have I taken as my own. I hear people mummer that maybe I’m just gay, or I hate women. It’s beyond the truth though, but since my mother died right after I was born, they can assume whatever they like.

As I’m studying for the math quizzes I have for tomorrow, I hear a commotion down the hall. It started off as loud talking, but then shouting while feet ran down the stairs. As I come out my room to see what the noise is about, I see my brother looking down the hall irritated.

“What is happening, Guardian?”

His red and yellow fur simmers in the light and his intense green eyes lock with mine.

“An intruder entered our castle without permission, she is a slippery snake.”

I’m startled to hear this since Bother usually never lets anything sneak by him. He lets out a snarl as he steps up to the wall next to us. On the top layer of the wall, there is frost that glitters brightly against the lights.

“She must be some kind of frost demon or something.” Guardian murmurs under his breath.

“Yuma, you should stay in your room for the time being, I don’t know how dangerous this women is.”

I scuff and roll my eyes, “Guardian, I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can Yuma, but just stay in your room tonight, please.” He gives me a stern but concerned look that mean, I’m serious. I just nod as a response and head back into my room to continue studying. I start getting tired round 11:30pm and decided to head off to bed. As I turn off my lights I hear a shuffle behind my door, and I stop what I’m doing. I stand their for a moment to see if I hear anything else, but nothing. I must be tired I think, and presume to go and lay in bed. I close my eyes, but soon I hear someone’s heartbeat in my room other than my own. I let out a growl.

“Who is there?” I get up instantly and head to my closet door, where the noise is coming from. I see the door open and a woman comes out. She has dark tortoise colored skin and eyes, and she flashes me a wicked grin.

“Hello, prince charming, did I wake you from your beauty sleep.” She says with a husky but sinister voice. I don’t waste time however and grab her arm tightly in the air.

“Who are you? And why are you in my room?” I snarl and curl my lip over my teeth. She doesn’t change her expression however, and just lets out a laugh.

“Oh? Is the big bad wolf gonna rip my arm off?”

She blows out a breath of frost onto my face, and I let go from the sudden coldness.

“Listen Prince, I’m not here to harm you or your people. I’m just want the king jewel from his crown, and that’s it.”

I glare at her speaking so casually about stealing a precious jewel that’s been in our family for generations. “Unwise of you to speak like that, demon.”

She rolls her eyes and walks to my window, staring out the midnight sky.

“Succubus.”

“What?” I snarl.

“I said I’m a succubus, not a demon your highness.” She then flips her purple hair over her shoulder and run her long nails through it.

“Whatever, just don’t think you can seduce me mrs..?”

My name is Titi, and I’m sure as hell no ones mrs, dog.”

“My name is Yuma, prince of-“ Titi cuts me off shortly. “The werewolves, yeah I get it.” She huffs and opens up my window.

“Well, Yuma I’m pretty much done talking to you, but if you ever have any lonely nights, come find me.” She winks and jumps out the window, running over I see her walk into the night with the cold winter air.

Great, now we have a damn Succubus in our castle.

The next morning I told brother about the intruder in my room, and that her name is Titi a Succubus.

“What the hell does a Ice Succubus need a jewel for? Don’t they feed off of sexual pleasure?”

I shake my head back. I don’t know what she wants is for, and I don’t plan to let her have it.

As the days go by though, none of the guards can find her, and assume she must of left, hopefully.

Yet, she did not since I ran into her several days after we met. She was in the garden looking at the blue flowers, mesmerized by it.

“Why the hell are you still here?” I walk right up to her and glare. She doesn’t seems to care much though, and talks while she’s still looking at the flowers.

“I like to admire beauty, and I find these flowers really breathtaking.” She than slowly looks up at me. “Like you, everything in this castle are breathtaking and beautiful.”

I feel my cheeks warm up from her remark, but turn my head away so she doesn’t see.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

She giggles and stand up while raising her hand to my face, I flinch and get ready to snarl. But she slowly lowers it again.

“I guess, you wouldn’t understand though, since you lived such a privilege life Yuma.” Her eyes turn somewhat distant, and she sits back down.

I’m confused by her words, but also compelled to learn more. So, I sit next to her and stare.

“What do you mean, Titi?”

She’s startled by me coming close to her, but soon she smiles a little. She starts off slow telling me she grow up as an orphan, and that being a Succubus, people always thought she wanted to steal their life sources. It wasn’t what she wanted at all, but people looked at her like some monster who only craves sex.

“Well, I don’t blame them though, we Succubus were made to be like that.” She laughs, but it sounds hollow. I don’t know what to say, so I place my hand on hers.

“In this kingdom, we respect women no matter what they are, or who they are. I’m sorry you were seen just for your race.”

Titi looks at me blankly for a moment, and soon a smile crosses her face.

“Thank you, your highness.”

“Just call me Yuma.”

“Alright, Yuma.”

After that day, she starts to visit me in my room and in the garden. She and I speak about our lives and dreams, and I am surprised that the guards can’t even find her. She said she wouldn’t take my father’s crown jewel anymore, only if I kept talking to her. I found this extremely odd, but I agreed since I saw no harm in it.

One night while I just finished up my studies, she comes through my window with a letter in her hand.

I notice her cheeks are a darker blue today, and she isn’t looking directly at me. I rise up and walk to her.

“How are you this evening Titi?”

“I’m well!”

She walks into the room and sits on my bed. She than extends her arm with the letter out in front of me.

“Here, this is for you.”

“What written in it.”

“Letters, what do you think dumbo?”

I sigh and take it out of her hand, and I read the writing:

Yuma,

Even though we only started talking for four weeks now, I find you bring me joy I haven’t felt in a long time. If you wouldn’t mind, would you be my precious jewel that I can love tenderly and affectionately?”

I look at her and her head is turned away from me. I walk up to her and lift up her chin.

You want me to be your precious jewel?” She looks straight into my yellowish-green eyes.

“Yes, I really would.”

“That’s…” I trail off as I lean in closer, and her eyes start to close.

“That’s really cheesy, Titi.” I start to laugh and snicker, and she pouts at me very angrily.

“Shut up, you dog! That took me a lot of effort!”

I start to wipe some tears from the corner of my eyes and grab her by the chin again. Before she could protest though, I kiss her smoothly on her lips. She doesn’t want to lean in at first, but eventually she does and puts her arms around my back.

“Your such an asshole, Yuma.” She pulls away to say, but I keep her in place by wrapping my arms around her.

“I thought I was your jewel, my beautiful Titi.” At this point on because of Titi, I actually started to believe in the concept of love.

#interspecies romance #reader/monster #monster x monster love #monster boyfriend #monster girlfriend #monster love #werewolf boyfriend #succubus girlfriend #exophilia #male reader

[seven-spirits-of-light]

Vance Ashera

A long time ago, a blue-tailed merman was born to a pod with his pink-tailed sister. His talents with the lyre were thought to be a gift from Apollo, and he lived a very care-free childhood. When a massive storm separated him and his sister from their pod, he felt so consumed in sorrow. For many nights, he surfaced near a human kingdom and played his sorrows out into the night, his melodies accompanied by his sister’s angelic voice. On an overcast day, the two young human royals took a small boat out for a day of leisure sailing. The merman and sister followed them, and when the weather turned violent, they saved the drowning humans, carrying them back to shore.

When he first laid eyes on the little human princess, his heart was immediately hers. Her hair was like the sparkling blue ocean, her eyes like the rubies they found in sunken ships. She was a goddess… she had to be. Before he could say or do anything, they heard the approach of other humans, likely calling out for the prince and princess. The merman and his sister dove into the water, darting into the shadows for cover. From that night on, they would perform for the royals.

On a moonlit night, the young princess snuck out to the beach and looked for him. He heard her calling and surfaced, awe-struck by her beautiful form standing on the sand, illuminated by the glowing moon. He met her where the waves lapped at the sand, looking up at her. She came down to his level… but neither said a word. Their language was different, but he did know a way he could communicate with her, to tell her that he found her breath-taking. He began to play his lyre, the thrum of the ocean accompanying his song. She seemed enchanted, smiling at him and openly admiring him. He stopped when she reached out to him, and he let her touch his skin, his tail, the shimmering blue scales. She in return let him see her legs. It was quiet, no conversation needed, just innocent exploration.

They met many times after that, sometimes just enjoying each other’s presence, other times he would play and she would hum or sing along. He even took her on a small ‘tour’ beneath the waves, his kiss allowing her to breathe. He hadn’t thought too much of it, but when morning came and he helped her back to shore, she kissed him, taking him by surprise. It felt… really nice.

The day that the war ships came was terrifying. He knew the princess would be in danger, and when his own sister dove forward to try and help, he followed suit. The waves had no mercy for them though, and after a short was fired by one of the Gorgons, the merman and mermaid were knocked into the churning vortex. He watched in horror as the great monster Abyss took the princess in his massive hands, but before he could see what happened next, the darkness swallowed him.

------------------------------------------

Vance was born to a couple of Missionaries who were stationed in Japan. His childhood was fairly normal and he got to do a lot of charitable work with his parents. He soon found an interest in music and his father helped him learn to play the guitar and bass. His skills improved daily, and he loved spending time with his father, playing together.

One night Vance was riding home with his parents. A storm rolled through, covering the road and making it difficult for his father to see. The car swerved and hydroplaned, skidding across the road and slammed into a tree. Neither of his parents survived, and the poor heartbroken boy was placed in an orphanage. He didn’t have much left, just his bass and a case of clothes. He spent a few years in the orphanage, and even though he made a few friends, they all left or were adopted. Vance however was always left behind. Finally, he couldn’t take the disappointment anymore. He gathered up his things and snuck out into the night. He wandered for a few days, making his way to Heartland City where he hoped to find one of his former friends from the orphanage. 

Instead, he met a girl with bright magenta hair. She introduced herself as Avina, and the two both discovered they had a passion for music. When he revealed he was homeless and wandering, Avina invited him to her house. Her aunt was reluctant at first, but she relented, letting him stay with them. From then on, Avina and Vance bonded over their love of music and eventually started a band. They became pretty famous. Avina met someone at the club they performed in, and he met both the guy and his sister. Shark and Rio. Shark was a little ‘tsundere’ but his sister Rio on the other hand… she felt so familiar. They both started hanging out, especially when Avina went out with Shark, and in no time at all they started dating too. 

They met some of Shark and Rio’s friends, and they got to go on adventures with the group. He met Yuma, Astral, Kaito, the Arclights and many other people. Vance enjoyed going on adventures with his girlfriend, his sister and his friends. 

Astral’s death rocked the whole group, and not long after that, Rio wound up in the hospital. He visited her every day for as long as he could… until one day when he arrived to discover Rio gone. A call from his sister sent him to the docks where Kaito was dueling Mr. Heartland, the bug-eyed bastard. Kaito was nearly beaten when Yuma and, amazingly, Astral appeared and took his place. They overcame the odds and absolutely crushed the madman. If only it ended there… but it just got worse.

Shark and Rio appeared, glaring down at Yuma and his friends. They were flanked by the Barians, terrifying and confusing Vance and his sister. She tried to ask Shark what was going on, but he told her he wasn’t Shark anymore… he was Nasch, King of the Barians. To prove it, they transformed… all of them, Rio included, though now she went by the name Merag. He had to physically hold Avina back from charging at the stone-skinned aliens. He ushered her into the vehicle pulled up by the Arclights, sitting in shock while Avina cried angry tears. As they drove, Avina noticed they were being tailed by the Barians. When she told Chris to slow down and she dove out of the vehicle, Vance followed on instinct. He knew his sister would need him.

The two took off, leading the Barians away from Yuma and the Arclights. Yuma and Astral *had* to stay safe. Avina and Vance ran through the deserted streets, taking shelter in a dark alley. Suddenly, two hands grabbed Avina, and another pair of snow-white hands clamped around him. Avina screamed, reaching for him and he stretched out his hand toward her. But it was too late. He was dragged through one of the Barian portals by Merag, hauled off to Barian World. 

They appeared in an elegantly decorated bedroom in the Barian’s Castle. He was hurt, angry and betrayed. He demanded to know what on Earth was happening, why was she siding with the people who had nearly killed them multiple times before! She explained that they knew one another, that he didn’t used to be human either. She told him of a time long ago when he lived in the ocean and she was a princess. She admitted she wasn’t sure why he hadn’t been brought to Barian world in the beginning, but now that he was there, she could help him. Merag told him about the process they’d planned out, affixing Barianite crystals to their bodies and letting the radiation of Barian World, change him into their true Barian forms. She told him that he didn’t need to worry as Nasch planned to do the same with Avina. 

Before he could say anything, Durbe appeared and told them Avina had requested to see her brother. Merag and Durbe lead him out to the throne room where Avina stood looking out at the Barian Sea, her back pointedly to Nasch. Vance called out her name, and she rushed to him, hugging him and frantically looking him over for any wounds while he did the same. When they’d confirmed the other was alright, Avina told him that she had made her decision. He knew what this meant… and he affirmed that he had, too. So they parted, Avina walking to Nasch while he went to Merag. 

Vance asked her if she wouldn’t mind becoming human once more… just for a little so he could say goodbye and get closure. She nodded, sympathy and pain in her ruby eyes. When she stood before him as a being of flesh again, he pulled her into his arms. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her lips. He murmured words of love to her as her hands lovingly cradled his face, tears spilling from her eyes. He pulled back, looking her directly in the eye. 

“I… I don’t care if I’m talking to Rio or Merag… to me, they’re one in the same amazing girl. I love her… I love you, and I will *always* love you.” he confessed, pressing one last kiss to her soft lips.

With pain in his heart, Vance shoved her into Durbe’s arms and turned, running alongside Avina, the two headed straight for the cliff overlooking the Barian Sea. He could hear Merag screaming and Nasch ordering someone to stop them. None of the Barians were fast enough, and the two jumped off the ledge, plummeting into the acidic sea. He didn’t even feel it. One moment he was falling, and the next, he was floating beside Avina, watching the Barians haul their bodies out of the ocean. Merag pounded on his chest, begging him to return… but it was too late. 

Avina and Vance were both approached by the 5 Spirits of Light, and after the 5 spirits explained what was going on, restoring their memories of their previous lives, they later joined up with Yuma, hellbent on saving the ones they loved from the hands of Don Thousand.

#Vance Ashera #Vance #The Merman #YuGiOh #yugioh zexal #zexal #Character Bio #original character #tw death #tw suicide #Rio #Rio Kastle #rio kamishiro #Merag #Marin

[pyrachan]

Give them back (I can’t stop)

Zexal Month 2017 Day 1 (Alternative) Prompt: Personality Swap.

Alternatively, read it on AO3

It would have been so much easier to fool Yuma if he was like his naive sister, but Vector now just has to deal with having a motorcycle crash through the Barian world and having his head bashed in.

“GIVE THEM BACK!”

Vector hissed as his face was kicked in, hard. If he had been in his human form, he definitely would have lost a few teeth. He knew that people did crazy things when their friends were in danger but he hadn’t realised how vicious Yuma was when he was mad.

Honestly this would have been better if Yuma was like his older sister, happy-go-lucky, quirky and while a little lazy, a kind person. It would have been easier to get in close to him and try to charm him, instead of going through a long and complicated process to try and have him surrender. Vector hissed as he stumbled to his feet, looking up at the furious red eyes that burrowed into him. Ordinarily, he’d be happy to see such a delicious expression, but all it was doing now was filling him with dread.

Yuma… the self-centred little brat. God, Vector hated him. Always having his little fan club do him favours and homework, regardless if they wanted to or not, and having the nerve to boss him (as Shingetsu Rei) around. Vector hadn’t been sure if Yuma would come to the others’ rescue with how he treated his friends, but apparently he cared a lot. He cared enough to come riding into the Barian World on a motorcycle- Vector was 90% sure that he didn’t have the license for that- and ram it straight into Vector’s face.

The proud man glared up at his attacker but before he could get back to his feet, he was kicked again in the stomach. Vector gave out a pained wince as he slammed into a floating red rock, the rough crystal digging into his back.

“VECTOR!”

“Calm down, Yuma-kun. I haven’t even properly set the stage up for you yet.” Yuma responded with a kick, one that Vector narrowly dodge by flying straight up. God damn it. Vector wished Yuma would settle this in a duel like he was supposed to, but it really seemed the enraged boy wasn’t going to stop for anything.

Vector thought he was safe flying up, but he sorely underestimated Yuma’s athletic ability. Like a rubber ball, the boy bounced off the floating rock spires to get up to Vector. Vector turned to flee, but Yuma made a tremendous leap and grabbed him by the ankle. Despite Vector’s best attempts to kick Yuma in the face, the boy yanked his wings painfully, dragging him down. The two slammed hard into the floor of the barian world, and a long string of profanities run out from Vector as he forcefully Barialphosed back into a more human form.

“Don’t make me ask you again,” Yuma hissed.

“That was asking?”

“Give them back!” Yuma jumped on Vector, pinning him down, the boy’s hands trembling with his own rage.

“Or what? You’ll kill me? Go ahead and try it! Never see them again, Yuma!” Vector said, taunting Yuma despite how incredibly stupid it was to do so at this present. Yuma could easily take him out now that he was back in a human form, and a part of Vector was suddenly scared.

But Yuma hesitated for a moment, looking at his face. No doubt, after falling from that height, Vector was roughed up. Yuma had been spared of most injuries since he had landed on Vector, and by comparison, Vector was far worse off. As Yuma stared into his eyes, it really did seem like the boy was actually worried about him. Of course he was. Yuma always cared a lot for his friends, despite being rude and bossy. Yuma backed off of Vector and looked away.

Vector struck. He wrenched his wrist out of Yuma’s hand and he clawed the boy in the face with his human nails. He laughed hysterically as Yuma yelled.

“Awww! What’s the matter, Yuma? I thought you wanted me to hurt and give back your friends,” Vector taunted. Yuma screeched in hate again and whipped around to glare at Vector. Before Vector could make a portal and run like he always did, Yuma grabbed Vector and grabbed him by the hair and slammed him on the floor.

“Give. Them. Back.” Yuma hissed. He punctuated his words with slamming Vector’s head hard into the ground. With every brutal slam, Vector’s vision began to dim. “Give them back.”

#Zexal #zexal month #yuma tsukumo #vector #a really shitty oneshot lmao

[diabolical-fantasies]

Can I have a match up, please? I'm an asexual INFJ girl, very shy and lonely. I'm 1,65 m, skinny. I have dark brown hair and eyes. I love writing, reading, cats, rain & autumn. I hate loud noises, crouded places and socialising in general. People tend to take advantage of my innocence and kindness and, sadly, use me. I crave affection and daydream a lot. I'm really insecure and have no self esteem at all. I easily do what I'm told unless it really clashes with my views of the world. Thanks!

Here we go....

Shuu and you I feel would get along and even bond over the hatred of crowded places and loud noises. I'm also going to go out a limb and take that you tend to be rather quiet and soft spoken which he would rather enjoy and even find to be cute. Along with your day dreaming, though he will tease you about what you say dream about. He would full respect that your asexual and I could see him simply enjoying your company.

Reiji would attempt to work with you and better you due to your insecurities and lack of self esteem he would do it with the mind set that if he was to make you into a lady that you would be grateful and would see yourself with an improved self worth. And since you do as told he would enjoy your company much more than he would let on and who take pride into shaping you into the woman he sees fit. As for being asexual it wouldn't bother him and if the two of you became close to him he could see you as some pet that he might take fairly good care of, as long as you meet his standards. So far he seems to be the best match.

Ayato might have some trouble getting his head past the asexual part but would understand at one point, after which he might loose a bit of interest in you. But would stay somewhat interested for your innocence and kindness, he would tease you for a good while before moving onto someone else for other entertainment.

Kanato doesn't care at all about your sexuality but you being shy, lonely with low self esteem is something he would find rather adorable. He could see you as a possible replacement for teddy, and you listen well which would be another point for you, to have a well listening teddy replacement would make his day.

Laito can get past the point of asexuality at all and would grow bored of you rather quickly so that he could move onto better things. Let's just hope he doesn't force himself onto you, so I suggest avoiding him, if he does take an interest in other parts of your personality it wouldn't end well for you at all. In short Laito would break you throughly and then drain you.

Subaru doesn't really seem to take notice, but enjoys your more quiet and listening nature, so you don't anger him. Which is a really good thing, that you should be pleased with.

Ruki wouldnt take much notice of you but would find that you listen well to be a relief. So as long as you don't create trouble for him he sticks to leave you to your own thing.

Kou would be rather dangerous for you to be around at first, he would try to entice and play with you in ways that your not into after a while till he understands your simply not into that he leaves it alone. Instead takes clear advantage of your innocence and kind nature and runs to fill you break down.

Yuma would most likely have you help him with his garden and would tease you here and there. But since his voice is rather loud I'm assuming he might end up scaring you mostly.

Azusa out of all the Mukami brothers would take the most interest to you, understand your preferences straight away and stating him and you could find other ways to enjoy one another. Though you will have to work on what you find enjoyable with him He is more than happy to give you the attention you crave and let you day dream, as well as keep you away from large crowds and loud sounds. Your innocence and kindness would be warming for Azusa especially if it's shown towards him, I could see him wanting to protect that part of you. He wouldn't understand at all why you think lowly of yourself and would try hard to make you see all the good. 

Your best matches would be (in this order) Azusa Mukami and Reiji Sakamaki, with Shuu enjoying your company the most.