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#I tried to trick them eheh

mirukiamauri · 1 month

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Staff-san said no moom is allowed in Idol Land!

#I tried to trick them eheh

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allastoredeer · 1 month

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Hello I had this dream last night and I need to share it with you!!!

We know the whole crew is invited to the Cannibal Cookout for the weekend.

So I imagine Al is gonna let cameras take pictures of him and Lucifer, that way the headline of his relationship with the king of hell will reach the seven pentagram faster(it was showed that he can take pictures when he wants to, since vox kept one). But that also mean he is gonna be exposed for the first time in probably forever. Like he is known for his terrifying radio podcast, which means that not many ppl know about his true form, especially new born sinners. So I can only imagine the surprise of those people to see the radio demon , the scariest overlord of them all, being a cute deer with a a fluffy tail and all the package that comes with it. Also Alastor mentioned to Lucy to ‘Wear your Sunday best.”, which might imply that he is gonna wear something nice as well…

It would be hilarious if Half of hell will start simping for Alastor and downright ignoring Lucifer.

I can imagine the internet exploding with Alastor pictures and people going like 'aww his ears are moving’ or something, sinners go as far as make fan club about him, meanwhile a certain picture box is having a mental breakdown…

~Valentino: “u know u can just say it that u want him”

~Vox: “Alright alright fuck yea I do and so Does half of hell. God damn it”

Meanwhile Angel reading through the chaos Alastor just unleashed

“oh he is so stealing my job already”

Lmao

OFC In all of this Al is completely oblivious about the situation he caused, so the crew tries to keep him out the flow, to not freak him out, which it’s not hard at all, since the dude doesn’t have a phone, but he does get a bit suspicious when Lucifer makes him wear something to cover his upper body, almost as far as making him wear an hat and glasses lol(I don’t see Lucifer as being who enjoys losing himself on new trends and gossip on the internet, so Angel probably showed him a innocent picture of them, but Lucy made the bad choice to go read through the comments. Nonetheless to say he was scarred for life, and decided to take it upon himself to protect Alastor’s privacy)

Also Alastor can probably sense when someone takes pictures of him, twitching his eyes and tail but otherwise leaves it be for the sake of maintaining the charade.

This was it ehehe, I kinda felt bad I woke up from that dream, I honestly wanted to know how it ended.

Either way I can’t wait to see how u are planning to go with it. Cause I just know u are gonna make me love every second of it😆👌

thank you for listening

Ps I wrote this at 5 in the morning a week ago, and I am not sure if I already sent it to u or my mind is playing tricks to me…so I am sorry if u already got the message.

Heheheheh I love this! You have the BEST dreams. I'm so in love with most of Hell not knowing Alastor, or not really remembering what he looked like, since he's been gone (and Hell is expanding by the thousands every day, so of course there would be people who don't know him).

And so they see him for the first time and it's such a stark difference to what they were expecting XD He's developing a fan-base and Lucifer has to scare them all of (otherwise Alastor WILL murder. He will).

And no worries! I did get the ask from earlier! Sometimes, if it takes me a long time to get to an ask, that's because I want to draw some doodles for it like the pics above ^.^

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dottores · 1 year

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HELIOTROPES

pairing: dottore x fem!reader & segments

summary: the gods were sick and twisted. for five hundred years, he believed he was fated to be alone. he had long accepted it—embraced it, even. that is, until a midwinter night when that elusive red thread finally appeared on his finger. but as much as he wants to ignore it, the pull of a soulmate simply cannot be ignored.

genre: soulmate au, canon compliant for the most part.

warnings: fem!reader, worldbuilding for snezhnaya & fatui & fontaine, unhealthy/abusive households (dottore--locked in closet, mistreatment/verbal abuse | reader--implied toxic stepfather & equally toxic mother who constantly believes him over reader, the slap scene from prev chapter), minor character deaths.

notes: the segment sheet is DONE, this was a rlly fun chapter to write! i enjoyed exploring both of their backgrounds ehehe

THE FAMILY JEWELS

Dottore did not dream.

He used to dream before he was forced to abandon his original body but even then dreams were sparse and short. If he was lucky, sometimes he dreamt of answers--his mind always on his research even while resting. If he was unlucky, he would dream of fire, red and orange and yellow flames too close to his eyes; he would dream of the day he had received the scars that marred half of his face and his hands.

But now he was sitting in an unfamiliar home, reminiscent of the estate in northern Fontaine where the Delta segment was focusing on his research. It had to be a dream. He remembered laying down in his bed, he remembered feeling his soulmate’s exhaustion. He had been back in his estate in northern Snezhnaya and now he was here.

It had to be a dream but Dottore didn’t dream so it must be something else.

But what?

He didn’t have time to dwell on the issue, he found himself moving, standing up from wherever he had been sitting and confusion began to itch at him, realizing that something was wrong. He was shorter--stood barely taller than the couch he had been sitting on--and he had no control over his actions.

He tried to catch a glimpse of himself in the glass of an ebony cabinet that seemed to be storing some sort of antiques but he couldn’t make out his features. His features? Something felt wrong. His hands moved down on their own, smoothing down the cloth draped across his body--loose fitting, softer than anything he owned, it only reached his knees.

A dress?

There was a strange feeling bubbling in his chest--excitement but it wasn’t his own. He was pacing back and forth and as he turned on his foot for the fifth time, he caught his reflection in the mirror: bright eyes glowing with anticipation, a wide smile. It was a girl, a young one at that--no older than seven. Something warm and heavy stirred, this was of his own.

This was her. His soulmate. He knew it.

Dottore suddenly felt uncomfortable. He didn’t know how to wake himself up. He tried searching for something to read, he tried yelling, he tried blinking repeatedly--tactics that he had used all of those years ago when he found himself dreaming of the unpleasant years he spent back in his village but none of them were successful this time. His body wouldn’t cooperate… or he supposed it was her body, not his.

This was not ideal, he thought to himself as she continued to pace around. He had somehow managed to let himself get attached to the faceless being on the opposite side of the thread, however minimally that attachment may have been, he did not want to put a face to them because he did not want to risk this attachment becoming any stronger. He had to focus on severing the thread, freeing them both of the shackles that this bond placed on them.

There wasn’t much he could do, he realized. There were no tricks that he could use to wake himself up, he just had to wait this out, watch whatever was going on from behind the eyes of his soulmate. Exasperated, he resigned himself to his fate, instead trying to make the most of the situation and figure out where exactly she might be.

Not to find her, he told himself.

Or, it was to find her, he corrected, but only so that he could send Lambda off to keep an eye on her. He was the only one that Dottore could trust to make sure that she stayed alive without forming any sort of attachment to her and without even making himself known to her. All of the others would take advantage of the opportunity but Lambda would do what was necessary--he was livid enough over this whole situation and how it has been affecting their research. He would make sure that their soulmate stayed alive and unharmed long enough for Dottore to figure out how to sever the thread.

“Moooother,” the words left his lips, but the voice was young and happy, a soft singsong of a call that trailed into a gentle giggle. Innocent, sweet, untainted. “I’ve been waiting forever.”

Dottore felt another emotion that was not his own, this one more familiar to him--a growing anxiety, a creeping sense of doubt as the girl began to look around. He could feel her lips twisting into a frown, the excitement dying as she left the room to go look up and down the halls. Dottore tried to push away her growing distress, instead focusing on the windows that she was passing by as she ran up and down the halls.

Rolling hills in the distance, snow dusting the thick grass, the skies were clear and there weren’t many trees in sight. Dottore’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, it was very reminiscent of the labs he had set up on the Fontaine border.

Was she from the Fontaine countryside?

He would call Lambda back from Sumeru to send him to check it out, and order Delta to take his place in Sumeru with Theta. Theta would be livid but Dottore didn’t particularly care about how Theta felt. He had only barely been able to replicate all of the lost research before the deadline Dottore had set for him and Dottore had a feeling that Lambda had done the majority of the work because he had been furious over his research being interrupted.

Unfortunately for him, it would be interrupted again.

But where in the Fontaine countryside? Dottore tried to figure it out, irritation growing as she came to a stop in one of the hallways, no window in sight. It had to be somewhere in central or eastern Fontaine--if it were western Fontaine, there would be no snow powdered across the grass, the heat from Sumeru and Natlan melting it before it even touched the earth.

Northeastern Fontaine or north-central Fontaine. It would be easier if he could sic Rho on the job. He would be able to track her down with a general location--they’d have her whereabouts in a matter of a week… but he couldn’t trust Rho to not tell the Gamma segment, and if the Gamma segment knew, he would tell the Iota segment, and the Iota segment finding out was how this whole mess started in the first place.

“Miss Elyna!” she called and Dottore was moving--or she was, he corrected again--this time down a new hall, lips tugging down into a pout as she tugged down a cloak from a hook. Dottore winced as she pulled too hard, tumbling down to the ground. He could feel the hardwood floors scraping against her elbows. It hurt more than it should’ve, he had gone through worse but he supposed he was feeling what she was feeling, severity and all. Dottore wanted to roll his eyes when he felt her eyes water up, sniffling.

“They left me,” she said to herself, voice wobbly as she pushed herself to her feet and pulled on the cloak. It was too big for her, dragging against the floor as she made her way to the door.

Pleased, Dottore realized she was going to go outside, which would give him a better chance of figuring out where along the Fontaine countryside she was living. As soon as she pushed open the door, brisk air met his face. Her nose wrinkled, drawing her hands up into the sleeves of her cloak as she began to make her way out of the house.

The town seemed to be up a rather large hill, a mile or so away from where the estate was situated. She was of noble birth, that much was obvious, only the aristocrats of Fontaine could afford such a large estate with that much property.

Dottore frowned as he caught something in the distance--dark clouds rolling over the town that she was making her way to, too fast to be just the average storm. Even further in the distance was a sight he could barely make out: a mountain range, large, ragged peaks that were very, very familiar.

Dottore felt uncomfortable. Again. The storm was not of a natural cause--it was one of the harsh winter blizzards that should have buried Snezhnaya’s capital city, deflected by the Tsaritsa to batter Fontaine instead. His soulmate remained blissfully ignorant of the coming danger, bounding up the hill in the direction of the village, at a pace too slow to beat the imminent storm. He could feel the air around them getting colder, the wind picking up. He could feel the first snowflake sting her cheek, bitter and sharp.

There was a sinking feeling in his stomach--he couldn’t tell if it was his or hers. It was hers, he realized, because she was now looking around nervously, realizing that the storm was about to come down on her and she was too far from the estate to make it back there and she was too far from the town to make it to one of the houses on the outskirts.

Snezhnayan blizzards were dangerous. They never lasted for too long, especially the ones that were deflected to the south, but they came on fast and they were harsh--the winds were wicked and the snow came down half as ice.

“Mother!” she called, voice loud, and panicked. Dottore’s heart was racing--or he supposed it was hers, now that the severity of the situation was finally beginning to set in on her. “Mother!”

Fool, he thought to himself, you’re going to fall. His chest felt tight--this was his own, not hers, he recognized--as instead of trying to run back to the estate, she kept going up the large hill, intent on finding her parents rather than trying to get back to safety.

Just as he expected, it only took one strong wind for the girl to trip over the too-long cloak and go tumbling down the hill. She was shrieking but the wind was drowning her cries and Dottore couldn’t do anything but watch, watch through her eyes as she tumbled down the hill, nails clawing against the dirt as she tried to slow the fall.

Dottore did not do well with these sorts of movements. He felt woozy, light-headed--or maybe it was her feeling it, or maybe it was both of them, Dottore really couldn’t tell. By the time she came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, she could barely even stand up. The wind sent her tumbling down each time she tried to rise, and the snow was coming down hard, whipping around her so that she could barely even see a few steps in front of her and Dottore was suddenly back in northern Snezhnaya, four hundred years prior.

Beta, Dottore thought to himself and he felt sick and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the dizziness or because of the reminder of his first segment and its destruction. He willed himself to wake up to no avail, and he couldn’t even shut his eyes because he was forced to watch through hers as she tumbled to the ground over and over again, trying to make her way blindly through the storm.

You’re going to get yourself lost, Dottore wanted to spit out, livid, stop moving. But his soulmate was terrified and frenzied, shrieking even though no one could hear her, sobbing for her mother, trying to cover her face with her cloak but she kept getting knocked to the ground, taking facefuls of mud and snow. It was hard to remember that it was the past--that this had already happened years ago as he lived through it himself through her, as he felt her fear and her pain and her panic.

He hated this.

He hated the lack of control. He hated being forced into this situation. He hated having no choice in what was going on.

He hated having a soulmate

And he hated even more that there was the chance that she was also dreaming of his past and he had no way of knowing what she could be seeing.

You were sitting by a window. You blinked, brows furrowing softly as you tried to figure out what had happened and how you had got there. The room was unfamiliar--the furniture was a pale wood instead of the ebony dressers that decorated your room and it was small, it seemed to be some sort of living room but it was barely even the size of your bedroom.

You wanted to stand up but you couldn’t and you weren’t entirely sure why. You frowned, trying to push yourself off the windowsill you were sitting at but your body wouldn’t cooperate, locked in place. You felt a bit panicked over it but you couldn’t feel panicked, you didn’t know how to describe it. It was a muted feeling, suppressed--what was more intense was the odd sense of longing tugging at your gut, the weight heavy on your chest.

Your gaze moved on its own from inside the house to back out the window. You couldn’t help but notice how the window was bolted from the outside--less like trying to keep people out of the house and more like trying to keep someone in. You felt uncomfortable suddenly, but again, it was a muted feeling, one that you couldn’t seem to feel strongly no matter how much you felt like you should.

There were kids outside, across the dirt street, lounging in the lush grass. They were smiling, happy, making the same motions you would when you pulled at your string and you felt even more alone, sad--you felt sad and you didn’t even know why.

You looked away, down to your lap, and then you felt confused because you realized, slowly, that you were not in your own body. You were wearing a pair of loose shorts--a thick rough material that felt icky against your skin, you were used to the soft silks and cottons that you usually wore. Your legs were stick thin, the bones protruding through the skin. Your knees and shins were bruised and scratched up and your hands were small but rough and calloused.

What…?

“Zandik,” you heard an unfamiliar voice call. Your head turned, but you weren’t controlling it. Again, you felt alarmed, and again, you couldn’t really feel alarmed. Instead, there was an anxiety pooling, one that you weren’t in charge of. You looked to the side--a woman was standing there, tall with pale blue eyes and dark hair. “Why are you watching them?”

“You never let me go outside,” The words were leaving your lips but the voice was not your own, it was that of a boy--a young one at that--quiet and vulnerable, loneliness echoing in his tone. “Why can’t I go outside? I want to explore. The other kids go exploring all the time, I see them.”

“Zandik, come away from there,” the woman ignored his pleas, pressed together tight as she watched him--you? you thought to yourself, confused at the whole situation. “You’re going to make them uncomfortable. We don’t need more rumors going around.”

“I want to go outside and explore,” the boy was adamant, his words edging on desperate. “I hate being stuck in here all day, I want to go out. I want to explore. Why don’t you let me out?”

“You know why, Zandik,” the woman had not one ounce of sympathy for the boy and the hurt that you might have felt personally at the harshness, he felt tenfold. You could feel yourself sniffling--he was sniffling, you corrected, his lip wobbling and his vision going blurry.

“I don’t get it,” he said, voice cracking, the telltale sign of a meltdown in most kids but he seemed to be controlling himself, somehow. You had never seen a kid mature enough to hold back their tears and wails. “I don’t get it, you keep telling me they don’t want me outside because of my soulmate but that’s not fair. I’ll get my mark soon, why are they being so mean? I just want to go out and explore.”

Oh, you realized suddenly as you finally began to feel tears track down your cheeks and as the boy finally let himself cry. This was your soulmate when they were younger.

You had heard rumors of this, you read about it in some of the books in the palace’s libraries. There were certain half-stages or rare effects of the bond that soulmates could experience, some called them mutations, others called them extra blessings. There were rumors of people not being able to see certain colors until they met their soulmates, rumors that some had two different eye colors--one of their own and the other to match their soulmates, and then there were dreams. Dreams were a frequent mutation, be it seeing each other’s past through the dreams or it being a shared space for them to talk to each other in.

You assumed this was the former.

And suddenly you were angry. The woman, who must be his mother or caretaker, was watching him coldly even as he cried. She made no attempt to console him, no attempt to calm him down or reassure him, not even a single word or action of comfort. She watched him cry with empty eyes, unmoved by the tears. It was hard to only be able to watch--you wanted to scream at the woman, you wanted to slap her, you wanted to comfort the crying boy, but all you could do was watch it happen from his eyes, feel his distress.

“It has been over five years Zandik,” the woman said, tone void of any sort of empathy for him. “No one has gone this long without receiving their mark. It is a bad omen for the village, you are a bad omen--they say the divine have cursed you. They do not want you around and if you continue testing your father’s patience, he will stop advocating for more time with the village elders. Do you understand?”

He was crying, hard, and you could feel him shaking his head. “I don’t understand. I do-”

The glass behind you shattered and the boy didn’t have any time to react before a rock flew past him into their house, shards of glass cutting through the skin of his cheek and his arm--shallow cuts, but you could feel the warm, thick liquid dripping down his cheek. He had stopped crying suddenly, stunned by the sudden pain and the loud sound of the glass breaking.

The woman was staring down at the rock in the middle of their small living room, making no move to get a wet rag to help Zandik clean up. You could hear the kids laughing as they ran away--evil little demons, you thought to yourself, personally aggrieved by the situation.

“What was that noise?”

A new voice--male, deep, and Zandik was forced out of the state of shock, heart-racing and nerves returning, this time way more intense as he looked at the woman, “Moth-” he began, voice dripping with anxiety but he didn’t even have time to finish the word before a man had made his way into the room.

He was tall, taller than your father was with wavy blue, fair skin and sharp red eyes. He was intimidating, you weren’t even really there and you could feel your nerves beginning to heighten… or maybe it was just Zandik’s emotions forcing themselves onto you, you couldn’t tell at this point. But the man, his father, was livid, his lips were twisting in an ugly sort of fury as he stared at the broken window.

You thought he would storm outside, yell at the kids who had thrown the rock into their home and hurt his son but instead, he was moving toward Zandik. Your stomach dropped as you felt yourself--him--trying to scramble away, unintelligible, panicked babbles spilling from his lips but his father’s legs were longer, strides too big for him to escape.

He leaned down, a large hand wrapping around Zandik’s thin bicep and you winced at the bruising grip he had on him as he yanked him to his feet so hard that the boy went stumbling. “How many times do I have to tell you-” his father started to spit out, cutting himself off as he dragged Zandik through the small room and toward the hall.

“Zakai,” his mother began, following Zandik and his father, exasperated and maybe even a bit nervous.

“Stay out of this,” his father said roughly, turning down another, smaller hall that led to a single door at the end of it.

“No,” Zandik was panicking, desperately trying to rip himself out of his father’s grip. “No, I don’t want to go in the dark room. I don't want to go in there.”

He went ignored, flinching as his father yanked open the door and a sharp pain flew up your back as he pushed Zandik into the room--the closet, you corrected, horrified. It was a small space with no windows and barely enough room to sit comfortably, and his back hit the wall hard before he crumbled to the ground.

“This is for your own good,” his father told him. “It’s hard enough convincing them to let you remain in the village as it is. If you continue to give them reasons to want you gone, I’ll have no choice but to concede.”

“I didn’t even do anything,” Zandik choked over his words, you could barely make out his father’s face now from how much his vision was blurred with tears. “I was just sitting there.”

“They don’t even want to look at you, boy,” his father hissed, grabbing Zandik’s cheeks and squeezing them together hard. “They see you a monster, do you understand? The same type that rose from the damned lands and razed our villages to the ground--those cursed people had no mark either, you know? Are you like them? A monster? Cursed? Are you? Answer me!”

“I’m not!” Zandik shouted, pulling his face from his father’s hands. “I’m not!”

“Then prove it,” his father snapped before slamming the door in his face, drowning the small, enclosed room in darkness and leaving Zandik in there alone.

In an instant, the scene warped--another dizzying sensation that had Dottore sick to his stomach. Gone was the ferocious wind and the snow pummeling his soulmate’s small body, gone was the panic and the fear. Instead, it was replaced with beams of sun warm against his face, a bubbling excitement that was overwhelming any sort of irritation he might have had.

She was older now. He caught sight of her reflection through the window that she was running past--still young but probably closer in age to the Iota or Gamma segment. She looked happy, she felt happy. It was a far cry from what she had been feeling before and it was giving Dottore whiplash as he tried to figure out what exactly was going on.

She was clutching something to her chest--a flower, purple hydrangea--and there was a hop in her step. From what he could tell, she was making her way to her family’s estate from the town. There was nothing in her field of vision that could give him any hints as to narrow down where she might be.

But it was warmer, and he remembered how the mountain range encasing Snezhnaya’s capital had been visible in the distance when she had been walking to the town. It had to be a town along the Snezhnayan border--central Fontaine, most likely, considering the positioning of the mountain range and the warm weather. Central and western Fontaine frequently dealt with waves of heat drawn in by Sumeru’s desert and Natlan’s fields of magma while northeastern Fontaine rarely ever got warm, surrounded by the mountain ranges of eastern Snezhnaya and northern Mondstadt on both sides, it was pretty much a pool of cold air… and he couldn’t see any mountain ranges to the south, so it had to be central Fontaine.

But central Fontaine was large and he had no way of knowing where exactly the town could be. It was somewhere up by the Snezhnayan border in the western sector of central Fontaine, yes, but dozens of towns could match that description, more than that even. Fontaine was littered with small towns in its countryside, even without adding in the city’s population, Fontaine was the most populous of the seven nations.

Lambda’s issue, Dottore told himself as she finally got to the front doors of her family estate, pushing it open and stepping inside. He had more important things to worry about than her location, he had narrowed it down far enough that Lambda would be able to figure it out.

“Mother!” she called loudly, making her way down the halls. Dottore could feel how happy she was--it was strange. He had felt her happy a million times before but now it was as if he were feeling it himself. It wasn’t that distinct muted feeling he had learned to decipher from his own and locked away. It felt like it was his, it felt like he was happy and he wasn’t sure he had ever felt like that before.

He didn’t like it. He felt warm, at home in a way that he usually only did in his labs and even though he knew, realistically, that these were not feelings of his own, he didn’t like the way it was affecting him.

“Moooother,” his soulmate repeated, louder this time, but it lacked the singsong lilt it had years prior before the storm. “Moth-”

“What is it?” an unfamiliar voice asked, sharp and cold, interrupting her call. Dottore felt the change in mood instantly, the giddiness replaced by hurt, smile fading for just a second, and Dottore felt livid, murderous, but even that was displaced because he was feeling her own emotions more strongly than his own.

His soulmate turned to face the other direction, where walking down the side hall toward her was a taller woman that looked just like her, although her eyes were sharper and her lips were pulled down.

She shifted uncomfortably on her feet and Dottore could tell that she was bothered by the woman--who he assumed was her mother--and her coldness.

Despite the discomfort, she still managed to smile again, “I made a friend down in town,” she said, excited. “His family owns the flower shop. He gave me a flower.”

Irritation pricked at the back of his mind, he pushed it away.

“That’s nice,” she did not sound interested. He could feel his soulmate’s smile falter again--the irritation grew, developing into subtle anger. “You were supposed to be back for lunch.”

“He was really nice,” his soulmate continued, perturbed but trying not to let it show. Dottore wanted to roll his eyes, he had no desire to hear about a childhood crush. “And guess what? You’ll never believe it! His soulmate, she’s up in the north too.”

Dottore felt her mother’s change in demeanor instantly. His soulmate remained oblivious, giddy, and excited. He didn’t have to look in the reflection to know that her eyes were shining and her smile was wide, he could practically picture it on his own. He felt tight, having a bad feeling about what was going to happen next.

“How do you know that?” her mother asked, icy.

Blissfully ignorant, his soulmate looked down at the flower she was holding tight to her chest. “We talked about it, he said he was going to go north to find her one day and I asked to come with and-”

Her head snapped to the side, hard, and a painful, stinging sensation spread across Dottore’s face. At once, Dottore felt a wave of emotions all at once--only one was his own and that was rage, rage at being slapped, at her being slapped--but more predominantly, he could feel her shock and he could feel her distress. He was reminded of the day all of those years ago when he had gone to meet Pantalone for the first time when he had been cut off mid-sentence by a slap on her end.

Her mother grabbed her face hard, squeezing her cheeks together, and Dottore was livid--he wanted to rip his face out of her grip, grab her by the throat, and force her off but he couldn’t, he couldn’t control anything because he was stuck in his soulmate’s body, watching it all happen from behind her eyes.

The worst part was that he didn’t even know if he was angry because it felt as if he had been the one slapped, or if he was angry that she had been slapped.

“How many times must I tell you?” her mother spit out. “No one can know. No one, you and I, your father and Miss Elyna, they’re the only ones to know of your thread. To everyone else, you have no soulmate. How many times must I tell you?”

Dottore was taken aback. So taken aback, that he didn’t even register his soulmate’s response—something along the lines of a stuttered ‘but he was nice, I trust him’, but it only infuriated her mother even more.

To everyone else, you have no soulmate.

Why?

Were they able to figure out who he was through the words? No. That wasn’t possible, this was right after the beginning of the second stage. She hadn’t received any words from him at this point.

Then it had to be something else. His location? Was Fontaine so anti-Snezhnaya already?

They had expected it considering their archon’s stance on Celestia but how was it even possible? The Hydro Archon should have no way of knowing the plans of the Fatui but Dottore wasn’t sure what else would turn the deity against them like that.

… unless there was a spy. But even then, they should know that if that was the case, Arlecchino had implanted one of her spiders into Fontaine’s court.

Dottore was frustrated as he was forcibly ripped from his thoughts, drawn back into the situation at hand. Her mother was still going on, and his soulmate was still quiet, but she was crying now, silent tears spilling over her cheeks.

“… and your stepfather was right. Ever since he came into our lives, ever since the twins were born, you have taken every chance to act out or put our family at risk. Getting yourself lost in that storm after you told him you didn’t want to join us in town, refusing to show up for your siblings’ birthday, constantly talking back, and now this-”

“It’s not true,” she hiccuped, trying to pull away from her mother only to fail. “I wanted to go to their birthday, he never told me where it was, and I wanted to go to the town but he left me, and-”

“Enough!” her mother shouted and his soulmate flinched. “The lying is getting out of hand, all of this is getting out of hand. Do you understand how much risk you just put our family in? Your siblings?”

“I didn’t mean-“

“I will handle this,” her mother spit out, voice dripping with venom, “but this is the last time. The next time you act out of line, you will be living with your father indefinitely.”

She left her standing there, alone, and the happiness from before was gone, leaving her as cold and empty as Dottore felt normally. Her flower lay limp at her feet, and she made no move to pick it up.

Dottore didn’t like it.

She didn’t move for a long time, not until another figure came into the room—another woman, with dark hair and kind gray eyes, who let out a sigh when she saw her standing there alone, tears still tracking down her face.

“She doesn’t mean it, little one,” the older woman sighed, patting his soulmate’s head gently as she kneeled to pick up her flower, placing it back in her hands. “She loves you, she’s just scared.”

Dottore wasn’t so sure about that. Resentful and angry, he wasn’t sure he had ever felt such a visceral desire to kill since his days as a Fatui recruit when he was volatile and ready to snap at any given moment. He hated how a person he didn’t even know managed to draw out all of the worst aspects of himself, the aspects that he had killed and carefully tucked away a very long time ago.

“I don’t understand,” she sniffled, rubbing her eyes. “I hate it here. She’s so mean, and she always believes him over me, and he hates me because of father, and he’s always trying to leave me out and he tells her that it’s my fault, and she believes him.”

“Love is blind,” the woman murmured softly. Dottore wished he could roll his eyes. “Your mother never thought she’d find her soulmate… now that she has-”

“It’s not fair,” his soulmate interrupted, shaking her head and turning to face the woman. “Miss Elyna, he’s a liar. He’s a liar and he hates me. I didn’t even do anything wrong. And I have no friends because of my stupid soulmate and I finally make a friend and I’m not allowed to, and I always get in trouble when I don’t even do anything. I want to live with father. I hate it here.”

Dottore thought he should be offended--stupid soulmate, he thought to himself, irritated, but he couldn’t be offended because he was intrigued, trying to piece together what exactly she meant by the fact that she had no friends because of him. He was clueless as to Fontaine’s stance on those that never received a mark… and if that was the issue and she had to pretend she didn’t have one…

“You cannot go live with your father,” the woman, Elyna, sighed. “You are bad enough at hiding your bond here in the countryside, your father is still living in the city. You will have all eyes of the court on you once you’re there, and if you slip up once…”

Confirmation that it was Fontaine, he already knew it but it was good to have it confirmed—only Snezhnaya and Fontaine had courts.

“It’s not fair,” she was melting down, shrieking. Dottore could barely even see through her eyes because they were blurred with big tears. “It’s not fair, I don’t want to hide it. I don’t want to. Do you know how mean people are because they think I don’t have a soulmate? They call me cursed, they say Celestia rejected me.”

“Are you like them? A monster? Cursed? Answer me!”

Dottore felt cold but more than that, he felt something heavy in his chest. He didn’t know what it was, he didn’t want to know, so as always, he pushed it away. Instead, he found humor in the situation because he thought it was all ironic—he was persecuted for not having a soulmate, and she had to pretend she didn’t have one to avoid persecution. Not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, he spat at Celestia’s wicked sense of humor.

“… hate me either way, so I might as well-”

“Enough,” Elyna hissed. “You can’t speak like that. It is not a matter of hate, it’s a matter of freedom and imprisonment, life and death. Your father sent a letter warning your mother that Her Excellency was becoming even more extreme in her position on Snezhnaya, you have to be careful.”

There had to be a spy, Dottore realized. Someone leaking information from the higher levels of the Fatui to other nations—this had to have been nearly a decade ago. How had they gone so long without knowing?

He would have to bring it up to Pantalone, he would be able to work with Pulcinella and Arlecchino to weed out the rat.

“He lies to her,” his soulmate cried harder after being scolded. Elyna wrapped her arms around her and Dottore felt uncomfortable, claustrophobic. He wanted to yank away but his soulmate appeared to have no intention of doing that. “Who lies to their soulmate? If he loved her, he would love me. I didn’t do anything wrong, I was nice to him.”

“Hush now,” Elyna said gently. “You-”

“No, it’s not fair. None of this is fair. Soulmates are supposed to be good and he’s not. He ruined my life, and my soulmate is ruining my life, and none of it is fair. I have no friends, I just want friends, and now mother is going to ruin that too. And if father cared about me, he’d want me to live with him but instead, he makes me live here with them.”

“It’s safer-”

“I don’t care,” she shouted.

My soulmate is ruining my life, he echoed in his head.

Bitterly, he thought, well that goes for both of us but at the same time, that heavy feeling returned and this time, he couldn’t bring himself to push it away.

You were running. He was running. Your heart was racing, beating outside your chest as you slammed into a tree, stumbling past it to continue in whatever direction you were running in. It was so hot, it felt like the air around you was suffocating you; it felt like your mouth was stuffed with cotton. You couldn’t tell what was going on--you felt panicked, frantic, as if you were fighting for your life against an invisible enemy.

Invisible.

As soon as the word crossed your mind, an explosion rocked the earth beneath you, sending you flying ten feet forward, slipping on wet, mossy rocks, and rolling down a steep hill. You hurt, your whole body ached, branches dug into your skin, rocks scraped against your face--ordinarily, you would have given up, the pain too much for you to handle, but somehow he kept going.

You felt him push himself to his feet, you could feel blood tracking down his arm and the side of his face, but he didn’t cry nor did he falter. Wheezing for air and eyes wide and wild, he continued.

Something large was behind him, large and metal with a glowing orange and gold orb in the center of its head--a ruin guard, you realized, horrified. You had heard there were a lot in southern Fontaine, on Sumeru’s border, but they couldn’t traverse the mountain ranges and vast rivers and lakes that littered central Fontaine, freeing the north of their destruction.

But you had studied them. You had studied ruin machines for a long, long time once you began receiving words from your soulmate and had access to the palace’s extensive library. You received odd words like chaos cores and circuits and bolts and oculi that you learned were associated with the old, destructive technology. There wasn’t much information on them and you thought that in itself was telling. The Hydro Archon censored any material that could be interpreted as fostering dissent against her rule, or the heavens, expunging the history that she didn’t like.

You wondered what exactly was it about the ruin guards that she wanted to prevent the masses from learning.

Zandik gasped as the ground beneath him trembled again--the ruin guard had caught up already, heavy steps tracking after him. You could hear a whirring noise behind him and you knew it was going to let out another blast of energy in his direction. Your throat felt swollen with anxiety, or you supposed that was his anxiety, but he was focused ahead. You could see a village in the distance, in a small clearing of the dense forest he was running through.

He didn’t cry for help, he didn’t scream, and you remembered the last dream of his life. You wondered if he didn’t call for help because he knew no one would answer and you felt sick.

The explosion didn’t hit close to him this time, veering off into a tree, and Zandik spared a glance behind him to see the ruin guard falter as it skidded on wet rocks, the same ones that Zandik had slipped down. He let out a shaky breath and you could feel his relief as he made a break for the village.

The ruin guard did not stray too far behind.

When he got to the village, the people were oblivious. Some spared him looks, mostly of irritation and distaste, but most ignored his presence.

Zandik made no effort to warn them of the imminent danger and a part of you hesitated, uncomfortable, a foreboding feeling bearing down on you as you realized what might be about to happen.

He kept sprinting through the small village, past a small bakery, and right through a crowd of people who cursed him for his interruption. He was running somewhere specifically, or to someone, you realized as he set his eyes on a woman you recognized from before: his mother.

She looked angry but more than that, she seemed distressed, grabbing Zandik’s forearms as he nearly crashed into her at full speed.

“Where have you been? Your father and I-”

“We have to go inside,” Zandik said, voice little over a wheeze. “We have to-”

He didn’t have a chance to give any further explanation because at once, there was a massive explosion, one that shook the ground beneath the entire town as the ruin guard finally set its target on the villagers.

Zandik turned his head, eyes wide, and you wished he would look away because you felt sick to your stomach at the gory scene before you. The blood, the fire, the screaming--every single one of your senses felt overwhelmed as catastrophe met the peaceful town, ravaging the unexpecting villagers.

But as much as you felt sick, you realized, slowly, that Zandik did not feel that same horror that you did. You wondered if he was in shock… you wondered if it were something else. He stared in the direction of the destruction, lips parted, unable to draw his gaze from the ruin guard as it prepared itself for another attack, energy swirling around the orange and gold orb. People were running, calling desperately for family members and friends, trying to hide behind houses and wells to escape the onslaught. There was blood. There was so much blood and so much death, and it was readying to attack again.

But he felt no guilt. No fear. No shame.

There was only satisfaction… awe. It was subtle, bubbling beneath the surface, but it churned your stomach. You told yourself that you didn’t know the whole story, that you didn’t know the extent to which the villagers had put him through hell--you hadn’t even scratched the surface with that previous event in his life you had dreamed of but-

“Zandik, Zandik,” it was his mother screaming, tearing him from his trance as he watched the ruin guard and forcing you from your thoughts. She was shaking him violently, fear stretched across her face. “What happened? What did you do? What did you do, Zandik?”

“It followed me,” his voice sounded hollow, void of any sort of emotion. “I went exploring.”

“You brought it back here?” his mother was on the verge of tears and Zandik remained unmoved, standing there limp as she continued to rattle him around. “You stupid boy, they’ll kill you. They’ll kill you.”

“Not if it kills them first,” you wondered if he intended to say that because you felt a jolt of surprise that was not your own.

His mother stared at him, horrified, but she jolted as a figure grabbed her arm.

His father.

There was an unreadable expression on his face. “Inside,” he said, voice brusque and cold. He grabbed Zandik by the arm, dragging him inside after his mother and slamming the door behind them.

He felt empty. You didn’t like it. It made you uncomfortable, it made you sad. You didn’t think anyone should feel like this, much less your soulmate. Even as his father let go of his arm, Zandik just stood there, gaze trained out the window much like how he was years earlier, watching the kids lay out in the grass--except this time, he was watching as they ran for their lives, screaming for their mother and father, hurt and bleeding.

You didn’t know how long he stood there watching the horrors outside. Eventually, they managed to destroy the ruin guard, and as the sun set in the distance, they began to collect the dead and the wounded. Every now and then, you could hear his parents shouting at each other: “They’ll have him burned! We have to do something!” and “They already thought of him as one of the heretics from the cursed land. There’s nothing left we can do for him without us meeting the same fate.”

Zandik didn’t react to any of it--there was a vacuum where his emotions should have been, a cavity where his heart should have been. He felt cold and numb and you couldn’t tell if it was because he was in shock over what had happened and what he had caused, or if it was because he truly did not care.

It seemed like an eternity when the shouting finally began again, you could see the torches lit outside, the crowd of survivors in front of his home. They were angry, bloodthirsty, out for vengeance, and still, Zandik remained apathetic, standing in the same spot.

“Bring the boy out, Zakai,” the man at the head of the crowd called loudly. “You can’t protect him anymore.”

Neither his father nor mother responded but the words broke his stupor. Finally, he turned to face his parents and you could feel a bit of anxiety start to pool in his stomach as if he were finally realizing what was about to happen.

You were starting to realize it too and you wanted to throw up.

“The Celestial gods have turned their backs on us for harboring a heretic. We have faced famine, drought, plague, and now this, all within the ten years that abomination has resided here. Our wives, elderly, children were slaughtered because he brought that monster from the cursed lands to our homes. If we don’t do something about it, it will happen again and again and again until we’ve atoned.”

“Zakai,” his mother whispered, shaking her head.

No way, you thought to yourself, horrified, as his father refused to meet her gaze, looking away from both Zandik and his wife. You could feel Zandik’s stomach drop and you could feel the fear begin to settle in his stomach.

“Zakai, you can’t,” his mother said desperately. “It was an accident, they’ll-”

“Enough,” his father responded quietly, and finally he looked at Zandik, only for a moment before he made his way to the door. “There’s nothing else we can do for him. It’s time to let go.”

When you woke up, you knew you had dreamed of your soulmate. You could remember the pain, the shock, the loneliness, and that terrifying sort of satisfaction he felt after he had accidentally led the ruin guard back to his village but you couldn’t remember anything that mattered and it made you want to cry.

Cursed, they called him, you could remember that but not his name, not the place he had been living, not the faces of the people that had been in the dream, not even his face--you couldn’t remember any of it. It felt like a distant blur, something you could picture but all of the distinct features were smeared into something you couldn’t recognize and you were frustrated.

Two and a half years. You had two and a half years and then you’d finally be able to get some answers out of him.

You stared at your forearm, waiting to see if his word would change, wondering if he had dreamt about you too.

Dottore was livid. He bit back a string of vile curses as he paced around his bedroom. He had dreamt of her. He knew it. He could remember it—he could remember her fear, he could remember her anger, he could remember her desperation. He could still picture the vague memory of her smile, and the way she felt as everything came crashing down around her, but he couldn’t remember anything of importance.

He knew he had figured out where she was. He knew it. But every time he tried to think back on it and remember, he was met with a frustratingly blank slate, an answer that was on the tip of his tongue that he couldn’t figure out.

The gods were fucking with him—again—and he was sick and tired of it. He could picture them laughing at him, mocking his situation, jeering at his failure.

He tried to take steady breaths. He tried to calm himself down. None of it worked. He felt like he was in his late twenties again, unable to control his wild emotions and bouts of anger after being cast out from the Akademiya.

He braced his hands on the edge of his desk, leaning over it as he shut his eyes and tried to settle down, counting slowly—an old tactic he had used back when he had first been brought into the Fatui. It worked, albeit slowly, but it cleared his head enough so that he could think.

What could he remember?

A winter storm. A warm summer. A large estate. He could remember what had happened in the dream—memory? He could remember her getting lost in the storm, an unwelcome return to a past he tried to forget, and he could remember the argument with her mother, the slap.

She had to hide her mark, he remembered, eyes widening a bit. A winter storm. A warm summer. A large estate. Having to hide her mark. The answer was on the tip of his tongue, again, but again it dissolved before he could capture it.

He let out a heavy, shaky breath—running a hand through his hair as he returned to his pacing.

There was something else. He had figured something out beyond just where she was located—something important—but he couldn’t remember what.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he inhaled, turning his mind to a different subject, something else to focus on before he destroyed half of his room in a fit of rage.

Her. She must have dreamt too, and if her dreams were anything like his, it must’ve been of his childhood.

Dottore suddenly felt uncomfortable, gaze drifting down to his forearm. No one knew of his past—no one besides him and his segments—and he liked to keep it that way. It was a history he had left behind, a name and a face that had died centuries before that he did not want unearthed.

He only hesitated a second before he rolled up his sleeve, intent on trying to get an idea of what she might have dreamed about his past through whatever word passed to him through the bond.

And he stared—cold, empty, the rage returning but this time it did not burn, it froze. It froze everything, all of the emotions that had been rattling his body, any desire he might have felt to try to locate her, and most importantly, whatever attachment that might have grown in the past thirteen years as he was faced with the word that had haunted him his entire life, branded on his forearm as a searing accusation from the one person that was meant to be his.

His body moved on autopilot as he shuffled through his desk to find the notebook he had kept of all of the words passed onto him. Once it was in his hand, he took two long strides to the opposite side of the room before flinging it right into the fireplace, watching the flames engulf it before leaving his room and making his way down to his labs.

Cursed.

rbs appreciated!

#dottore x reader #dottore smut #dottore x you #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x you

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Short stories part two in comin' guys! Idk how much I've made since the last one, so here goes-

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Chuuya: I can't fuckin' hear ya! Kunikida: Well, fine, I'll come clos- Chuuya: IM TOO BUSY NOT LISTENIN' TO YA

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Tachihara: My disguise is flawless! Chuuya: Oh yeah? does not know who this guy is What does it look like? Tachihara: brandishes his signature band-aid Chuuya: Raises brow Tachihara: puts it on Chuuya: jumps like a cat HOLY SHI--TACHIHARA?! WHERE IN THE EVER LOVING FUCK DID YOU COME FRO-

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(Chuuya doesn't like people touching him)

Chuuya: choking on carrots Someone random: I know the heimlich, I know how to help! Chuuya: frantically yelps NO! dies

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Fukuzawa: All I ask is for you to hug them. Chuuya: looks frantically at Shin (I will not give them the high and mighty title of Soukoku) Y-you're kidding. Awkward chuckle. Fukuzawa: Fatherly raise-eyebrow look. Chuuya: Eheheh…eheh…oh come on… Also Chuuya: Slowly looks to Shin and specifically looks at Akutagawa Atsushi: Awkwardly raises arms Chuuya: Stumbles over, tries to raise his arms to hug them both and pulls away last second Nope. Nope. Can't do this. I'd rather vomit. I actually can't look at his face. Jogs over to where Dazai was while watching from the side-lines Dazai: Chicken. Chuuya: Oh shut up, dumbass. You would have killed them had they touched me. Hiss.

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Dazai: Wanna see a magic trick? Chuuya: takes a moment before he understands Oh shit- Atsushi: OOh, sure! Dazai: grabs Chuuya before the avian can escape Guys, c'mere!~ Chuuya: DAZAI NO-DON'T YOU DARE YOU SWORE TO ME- Kunikida, Ranpo, Kenji and Yosano: Wander over grudgingly except for Kenji Chuuya: Fuck fuck fuck fuck let me go- writhing and flapping his wings but iTS NO USE Dazai: Watch, guys. Scratches the back of Chuuya's ear Chuuya: Takes a few seconds of silence but then bursts into a ball of aggressive purring Yosano: Oh my god. Kenji: ✨ 0 ✨ Kunikida: O_O Ranpo: Trying so hard not to laugh Atsushi: QMQ W-w-wh-wha- Dazai: Tehdahh!! Chuuya: Fuck--purrr---you shitty--purrrrr--DAZAI--PURRR somehow gets away with wings flapping in his wake as he runs to the bathroom Also Chuuya: Oh my---purrr---fucking god. That shitass promis-purrr..purrr.. F u c k. I'ma revoke the keeping him alive policy, I--purr--swear to GOD-

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Chuuya: "Fuuuuuck you." Dazai: "Fuck you!" Chuuya: "Fuck me, then, coward!" Dazai: "Sure thing you needy little shit!"

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Bram: There used to be a plethora of werewolves during my time. Such things were most common.

Chuuya: …Hmmmm. I can kinda like…get you something as close to a werewolf as I can.

Bram: Please do, I'd be most grateful. It has felt like a millenia since I've last encountered such a common kind that seems so terribly uncommon in these parts.

Chuuya: Disappears, and from the distance: Yo, Atsushi!

Also Chuuya: drags Atsushi by the scruff back to Bram and throws him on the ground like a sack of potatoes Here he is. He's more of a cat though, really. But he's still got the moon shit goin' on.

Bram: This pathetic mongrel? Looks mildly disappointed

Chuuya: Yeahhh, I know. This guy sucks, but he still got the semi-werewolf going on.

Bram: Do you perhaps have anything more than this…creature?

Chuuya: Er..unfortunately….no.

Atsushi: …I have ears, you know. Still on the ground

Chuuya: Pretend you don't and let the adults keep talking.

Atsushi & Bram: …

Atsushi: Screw this. Sits up and walks away

Chuuya: grabs him by the scruff again He's just a tad stubborn. If he turns into a full tiger under the full moon, do you think that'll help?

Bram: Sigh I suppose…there's certainly only one way to find out.

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Dazai: Addressing Chuuya’s parents your son calls me daddy too ^^ Chuuya: DAZAI WHAT THE FUCK—

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C: Don't make this worse. D: Define worse-

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Chuuya: You’re bullshitting me so hard right now. Dazai: …. Chuuya: claps hands great, when do we start?

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Chuuya: a cowboy? Eh…I’m not big on riding horses. Dazai: but you’re big on riding me? Chuuya: huh? Dazai: Stupid shit eating mischievous look Chuuya: gets it oh—OH FUCK YOU—

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(Opinon: This one is shit)

Chuuya: tries making a nest Dazai: not helping Chuuya: Dazai, ya ass, come here and help! Dazai: but I’m disabledddd Chuuya: oh fuck off. We’ll see how disabled ya are when I make you carry all the shit we’re gonna get from the store. Dazai: blinks since when are we going to a store? Chuuya: since now. Get the fuck moving. 20 minutes later at a department store (I think)

Dazai: Y’know, you remind me of the stereotype I heard on the internet. Chuuya: mmmm? Dazai: where women have a knack for comfort in bed, so they have an exorbanatly large amount of pillows and blankets? Chuuya: comes close and hisses Ain’t my fault that I’m half dragon and in need of a nest! Fuck off about the subject or so help me, damnit!

….so the nest was built afterward, and Dazai served timeout in the corner for 20 minutes instead of snuggling with Chuuya in his new nest

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Chuuya: twittering Dazai: listens to him and knows he's saying something but doesn't know what Atsushi: joins on the conversation, growling and snarling to Chuuya Chuuya: twitters and whistles back Dazai, feeling jealous: You guys have a secret language now!? No fair!!

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(Part 2 kinda)

C: Starts twittering to Atsushi A: Growls back to him to start the conversation A few minutes later…. C: Gasps and comes out of animal speak "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!" A: "Nuh uh!" D: Quickly comes in and grabs Chuuya before he could whack the shit out of Atsushi C: "LEMME GO!" D: "Chuuya calm down-" C: "That mother fucker is going to FEEL MY WRATH-"

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D: I'm gonna fuck you, Chuuya. C: You mean fuckin' kill me, right? D: …. :) C: You…mean fuckin' kill me….right?

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Chuuya to Dazai: Here, hold this gives him his gloves and ring Chuuya: Goes over to Clthulu HEY SQUIDDY! Clthulu: Turns around by jamming its tentacles into the earth and spinning its massive body towards Chuuya Chuuya: I hope you glued those tentacles on tight. Oh grantors of dark disgrace, do not wake me again. Corruption insues

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Chuuya: I identify as an asshole. Grins and puts hands on hips Dazai: And I identify as the dick. Chuuya: … Dazai: … Chuuya: Gets it OH YOU DICK- Dazai: Case in point ;D

-- That's caught up to the most recent ones! Enjoy :))

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Bunk Wars (Fire Force)

Heyo! It's my birthday (Nov.13)! *celebratory dance* I have a little tradition I do (mostly) every year here where I write something completely self indulgent to celebrate. This year...hasn't been fun, but today's gonna be a good day regardless! I hope y'all are having a good day today as well!

This year I bring you Fire Force! I've been rewatching it lately and just- I miss my blonde Knight King lols. Shinra and Arthur are a hoot, so I wanted to write for them again! I hope you like it :3

Summary: Shinra and Arthur fight over the top bunk every night cause OF COURSE they do.

Ever since Arthur came to Company 8; bedtime is no longer just that.

“I call top bunk!”

It’s war.

“The hell you are!” Shinra picked up his pace as he ran towards their room, neck and neck with the supposed knight king. If he were to be honest with himself; it really didn’t matter who got the top. Shinra slept in both; he didn’t have much of a preference.

But Arthur? Arthur always called top bunk- saying “A knight king needs a throne to look upon his people.” Shinra could have been nice and just let him have it, but that was too easy.

He liked to make Arthur work for it.

“GAH! Move over!” Shinra yelped when he was squished into the doorframe, Arthur trying to shoulder his way past. They were cheek to cheek, arm to arm, two thrashing bodies writhing to push through like two fish going upstream. “I got here first!”

“Says the devil himself! I got here first!” Arthur growled back, a centimeter closer. Shinra pushed forward and-

“Whoa!” Both boys yelped when they squeezed in, falling on their faces in the most unceremonious fashion. Shinra rubbed his face with a low groan as Arthur puffed his bangs up and away. “You good, knight king? No broken bones?”

“A devil worried for his opponent? A rare one you are.” Arthur sat up, rolling his neck. “I am unhurt- yourself?”

“I’ve been worse.” Shinra nodded. They sat like that for a second.

Then- “The top bunk is mine!” Arthur darted for the ladder, Shinra right beside him. “Back devil! I touched it first!”

“You son of a- that’s not how this works!” Shinra pulled at his shirt as Arthur tried to climb, keeping him within reach. “What kind of knight would you be if you didn’t duel for it properly?”

“Knight king! And….I suppose you’re right.” Arthur paused to consider. Shinra took his chance.

“Tricked ya!” Shinra pulled again, hoping the force of his yank would send Arthur flying off. But no- this son of a biscuit gripped tighter in preparation!

“Good try, Devil; but once a Knight King such as myself sees your tricks, he prepares!” Smug as ever, Arthur tsked as he reached for the next leg up the ladder, preparing to climb. “Good effort though.”

“Oh, so you think you seen all my tricks, huh?” Shinra kept one hand on his shirt while the other wormed towards his exposed ribs. “Did you forget about this one?”

“Please- what are you-EHEHE!” Arthur all but squeaked, ten fingers pressing into both sides of his ribcage at the same time. “Aehahhahahaha! No! Nohohoho faiahhahair! Dehehhevil!”

“That’s right- I AM a devil! And I’m gonna use all the dirty tricks in the book to reclaim MY throne!” Shinra snickered behind him as he carried on scribbling into his ribs, watching Athur crumble before him. “Come on, be a good knight and hand it over.”

“Knihihihihihight Kihihiihihing! Gehehehhet it rigihihih-Ehehehhahahhaha Shihihiihnra!” Those dastardly hands moved up to his upper ribs! One move more and he’d be getting the armpit ticking of a lifetime! “Stahhahap thahahaht! Doohohohohn’t tihiihhickle mehehehhehe!”

“Give me the top bunk then!” Shinra demanded. Arthur tried swatting him away with one hand, the other hanging on to the ladder. With another tug, he had the blonde on his feet once more. A second tug took him to the floor, Shinra straddling his waist as he carried on tickling that awful spot. “Make this easy for yourself, Arthur.”

“Nehehehehhehver! Aheahhahahhaha! This is nohoohohohohothing!” The blonde declared, shooting his hands out and grabbing Shinra’s sides. “Tahhahahke that!” He cried as Shinra spasmed and hooted.

“Oooohhoh no! You’re not doing tha-ahehahahhat! Stahahp NO!” Shinra tried to keep tickling, but Arthur was determined! With what little strength he had left, he pushed Shinra off of him with tickling fingers, pinching along his waist and lower ribs the way he knew would kill the other boy. “Ahahhhahahahrthuhuhuhuhur!”

“Oh, what’s wrong? What happened to your chanting, Devil? Don’t you WANT the top bunk?” Arthur teased, changing up his tickle style as he began kneading small circles into Shinra’s hips, making him kick and squeal. “Do you submit?”

“NEheehehehhehehhever! Aheahhhahahha I stihihihiihll gohohohot my oohohohohohoohown trihihihiihhicks!” Shinra reached out, going for the kill.

“EHEHE!” Arthur all but shrieked when his belly was jabbed, sending him falling back. Shinra quickly pounced, shoving Arthur’s shirt up with one hand. “NO! No don’t you dare, Devil! Don’t you dare-”

“I’m a devil-hero, thank you!” Shinra smirked before diving down, blowing a massive raspberry into Arthur’s belly. The blonde shrieked, arching beneath him before bursting into loud cackly laughter. “Do YOU submit, Knight king?”

“AHEHAHAHAHHAHA! NOHOHOHOOHO NOT THAHAHAHAHHT! AHEHHEHEHE DON’T BITE!” Arthur howled when Shinra mock-bit him, using the points of his teeth for maximum tickles. “AHEHAHAHHA OKAHAHAHKY OHHAHAKY TAKE THE BUNK! THAHHAKE THE BUNK!”

“Hm? You mean it?” Shinra smirked as he resurfaced, prodding along Arthur’s sides to keep him giggling. “Are you gonna give me the top bunk?”

“Yehahhahhahs! Yes, tahahhahake it! Ahehahahhahaa!” Arthur nodded frantically, easing as the tickles finally came to an end. “Yohohohou suck!”

“Not very chivalrous of you.” Shinra teased, laughing even harder when Arthur flicked him a rude gesture. “Man- I’m so glad we’re roommates!”

“You are?” Arthur seemed surprised by that, sitting up as Shinra got cozy in his reclaimed nest. “I thought you hated me?”

“When did I say I hated you?” Shinra blinked, equally surprised. “Sure, you can be a real pain in the ass, but that doesn’t mean I hate you. I’m glad we’re bunk mates.”

Arthur sat there, really taking it in. Then he hid in his bangs, smile wobbly.

“Of course- it’s annoying how loud you snore.” Shinra added, earning a shocked laugh from the other. “And let’s not even get started on how bad you smell when you fa-”

“SHUT UP!” Arthur threw his pillow at him, smacking Shinra dead in the face. Their original battle carried on- pillows flying and laughs bouncing off walls until Hinawa yelled “SHUT UP AND GO TO SLEEP” from down the hall.

Later that night, Shinra dared a peek over the edge of the bed, finding Arthur awake and staring up at the bed above him. “Hey…do you want the top bunk? I don’t mind trading.”

“Hm…nah. I like it down here.” Arthur snuggled further in his sheets, comfy. “We’ll see about tomorrow though.”

“Yeah. Definitely.” Shinra nodded, disappearing in his bed once more- a smile in his voice. “Goodnight, Knight King.”

“Goodnight, Devil hero.”

Thanks for reading!

#fire force #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #birthday fic #it's my birthday :D #arthur boyle #shinra kusakabe #got a little sappy at the end there whoops #but I had to do it to em akjejaekjrjkaejkra #I just adore them so much!

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synthleeius · 6 months

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hiii~ 💕 if requests are still open, could I possibly request lee!lyney with ler!traveler? I think lyney deserves a good gettin' ehehe

Magic tricks

hello!! ⭐️

this was SOO fun to write ive been dying to write for Lyney UGH

i hope it was okay i wrote Aether instead of Lumine, i just find him easier to write. enjoyyy🫶

Lyney flared out the stack of playing cards, smiling smugly at the traveler standing in-front of him.

"Traveler~ Be a dear and pick a card for me, will you?" He asked, holding said cards out to him.

Aether simply tilted his head after being stopped in his tracks, shrugging before sliding out a card from the middle. "Hello to you to, I guess."

"Ah, my apologies.. Hello, Aether. Remember that card, yes?" He corrected himself, confirming Aether had a memory of his pick before taking the card back.

"Now, prepare to be amazed, dear traveler!" Lyney exclaimed, shuffling the cards in a way that told Aether he had done this many times before. "Was.. this your card?"

As he spoke, he pulled a card from the top of the deck and flipped it to Aether's view dramatically. The black diamond card glistened slightly, and the shorter just chuckled. "It might've been."

"Ta-da~" Lyney hummed, sliding his cards into a pocket.

"You know, ive been practicing my own magic lately, Lyney." Aether replied, huffing a laugh at the excited expression the other showed.

"You have?" He gasped, "Well, I've obviously taken a toll on you! Who else would you get inspiration from, hm?"

"Lynette." The traveler cut him off slightly, watching the magician's face drop. "Pfft, relax.. I was just kidding, it was you."

"You tease.." Lyney crossed his arms over his chest, before his smile returned. "Though, you'll have to do a trick for me. And maybe if your lucky, I can teach you a thing or two~"

"Isn't that against the magicians code?" Aether joked, laughing softly before taking a few steps closer to him. "I can show you a trick. You'll have to close your eyes though."

"Well, how could I ever say no to a offer like that?" Lyney smirked, letting his arms fall to his sides and closing his eyes.

"Thats good," The shorter praised, moving to stand behind him. "Prepare to be amazed, Lyney~"

With that, he dug his fingers into the backs of Lyney's ribs and wiggled his nails gently into the skin. The taller gasped loudly, falling back into Aether's chest on reflex as he laughed.

"Aether!" is the only word he managed to get out before he was cut off by his own giggles. "stohohop thahat! Thahats uhunfair!"

"Well, I think its pretty fair." He replied in a unbothered tone, like he was completely oblivious to his hands that were now spidering down to his hips.

"Wehell Ihi- don't!" He yelped when he felt Aether's hand linger towards the side of his thigh, barely grazing over the fabric of his tights. He tried to move forward out of his grasp, but the traveler held a firm arm around his waist to keep him as still as he could. "Ihi'll fall!.."

"Huh.." Aether pretended to be deep in thought, before scribbling his fingers into the squishy surface. "Not gonna lie.. that kind of sounds like a you problem. I'd be happy to help though, if you'd do something for me."

The squeal the magician let out earned a few strange looks from the passerby's, his knees buckling slightly before he pushed them back straight. "Whahat do yohou wahant?"

"Well, thats no way to ask is it?" He asked rhetorically, sensing that Lyney might actually fall if he continued in that particular spot for any longer.. So with that logic, he moved up to squish pouch of skin at his sides.

"people ahare staharing! I hahave a reputation yohou know!" He argued, squirming back into the figure behind him like that would make the sensation any less unbearable. "Juhust tehell me!"

"Well.. its simple really, all you have to do is.." Aether paused, moving to whisper in the other's ear. "-admit that you like this."

Lyney gasped and moved his head away, squeezing his already shut eyes. "Wihill- will yohou stohop?"

"Probably not." The traveller shrugged, laughing at the whine that tore from Lyney's throat. "Okay, okay! I will.."

"Yohou behetter.." His laugh turned to soft breathy giggles as aether switched his squeezing to soft in poking and prodding.

"Ihi guess.. I guess its not horrible?" He whispered, his cheeks flushing up in embarrassment. "Now.. let me go! I have a show soon y'know, I'm a magician, not a toy.."

"Alright, alright~ I had my fun." Aether sighed happily, releasing him from his grasp. "And before you ask, yes, I'll come to your show."

"You know me too well, dear Traveler.." Lyney turned around, a genuine smile on his face. "Now, I'll be taking my leave. I'll be searching for you in the audience~"

So he left as soon as he came.. Aether had half the mind to tell him to fix his hair up, but he was more looking forward to hearing the way Lynette questioned him about it.

#ticklish!lyney #ler!aether #genshin impact tickle #genshin tickles #genshin tickle #syns stuff #requests #tried to write this mf in a day so its kinda short #i hate letting requests sit #magic boy gets got #ler!traveler #ler!traveller #lee!lyney #genshin impact tickles

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smilingangel582 · 6 months

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Heey, I wanna write another lee!lyney and ler!wriothesley. I delayed that because writing my grizzly's -ahem Wriothesley's name is a bit lazy for me, hehe . anyway, I like to see them in bonding more, hehe

Spoilers for fontaine

Cure for boredom

I love the way they both pose so well... ehehehe

Once more. Lyney sighs, trying to build another trick with his cards but fumbles a bit as he tries.

He's been in the fortress for too long. After all the wallets haven't been found yet and recently only has the traveller helped him in various deeds.

"Ah, Mr. Lyney... I see you've gotten quite the good arm for tricks. " Lyney almost fumbles with his cards because of all people. He didn't expect Wriothesley to make a visit to his cell. Freminet and Lynette have taken it themselves to work in the production zone, so he's taking a day off today now here the Duke himself in front of him.

"Wrio -ahem your grace" Lyney greets politely, slightly awkward since he has been on bad terms with him, somewhat guilty for the commotion he caused. However they had tea once and seem to have build a better neutral relationship. Still... guilt is a funny thing...

"No need for titles, I always come around to see how prisoners make a living, so I was curious why didn't you back for tea"

The taller man's reply caught Lyney off guard. He seems confused to why Wriothesly is implying this "I... didn't see any reason for me to come back though?"

Too late... it came wrong. Lyney stammers back now stepping towards him "I didn't mean tk be rude"

The black haired guy chuckles now, waving it off. "Water under the bridge, honestly, I was teasing... I kind of liked it when you were fierce, or maybe when you are the confident magician"

He adds playfully. "To think you have a soft side like this..."

Blushing, Lyney might have become too nice. Sighing he gives a smile "Well... I'm honoured that you came to see me... I'm sure you have other pressing matters to attend to"

Wriothesley smiles "Are you trying to chase me away Mr. Lyney?"

Lyney widens his eyes, his new found confidence deflating "W-what no... I though..."

The cryo catalyst user is closer to him now leaning forward and making leaning, stumbling back and grabbing the wall "I must say that's quite the shame..."

Lyney growls a bit, turning away instantly, his arm still raised to grip the wall, "for someone who addresses me so formally, you are too touchy, your grace"

Wriothesley laughs. Of course, he loves the magician more when he's this snarky and honest. Seeing his eyes lower, he slowly wiggles his finger under Lyney's armpit, making the latter squeak and stumbled back, clutching his shoulder "h-hey!"

"I apologise but... Its rude to put your backs against your superiors, Lyney" dropping the honorific means business.

Lyney backs away when he see the tall figure slowly advance.

"W-What do y-you m-mehehehean hehehey why hehe are you tihihickling mehe!" Lyney stumbles back but Wriothesley catches him swiftly and still tickles his sides with the intention of making him squirm against the wall.

"Goodness, the little fatui member from the house od the hearth is actually ticklish?"

Lyney shrieked when he felt larger arms tickle his delicate armpits. "NOHOnoho! Ihihi am nohot!"

"Hm, very convincing... but you know the truth yourself Lyney"

"HAhaha why haha Wriothesley!"

The Duke shrugs. "Maybe because I'm a little upset thar you didn't come for to have some tea tea me... Ms. Lynette and Mr. Freminet offered me the liberty to do so."

"Eehehe whahaht? Ihihis thahahat ihihit?" Lyney squeals when his ribs began to be tormented and he squirms more to escape the playful touch "ok! Ok hahahaha PLEHEHEASE haha ill hehe stohohop by hehehe any time ehehe"

Satisfied and also seeing Lyney's red face, he stops and then pats his shoulder "there are people I'd rather have tea with... and one of them is you Lyney... I hope I'm not too forward... you must apologise but you should lighten"

Lyney sigh straightening his hat "Well I suppose I could come by and do dome magic tricks... offer our grace some entertainment..."

"Wpnderful..." Wriothesley gleefully place his hands together. Somewhat happy.

Lyney also mentally noted to extract his revenge along with that menu.

Short and sweet, but I hope it's ok, hehehe. Thanks for reading

#tickle lyney #lee!lyney #ler!wriothesley #lyney #wriothesley #genshin impact tickling #genshin impact #tickle fic #cute

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mah-t-wordblog · 3 days

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hiiii, I'm back with another request ( ﾉ^ω^)ﾉ I was reading through your hashira headcannons, and the idea that gyomei tickles people whose aura is a bit low or sad to cheer them up is so cute! Can I please request a ler!gyomei and lee!muichiro? I love how Gyomei is always looking out for Muichiro, just like how Rengoku used to as well !

Please take your time, there is no rush! and if you have to decline then thats alright too! Take care ^.^

Of course!!! There it is this is so cute 🥹

Make it better?

Ler: Gyomei Himejima

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Gyomei sat on a bench in the middle of the forest, listening to the birds and the sound of the water was simply spectacular for him.

Just calm, no fights, just peace, these were the moments that Gyomei, as a former monk, took to pray

But he felt he wasn't alone

Suddenly, Gyomei felt a weight on his lap, understanding from the sound and energy that the person was passing through, he knew who it was:

“Muichiro?”

The boy just sighed

"What happened? Why are you like that?"

The child looked at the adult “how?”

“So… sad”

“How do you know I’m sad?”

"I feel"

Muichiro's eyes lit up, as if he was very surprised

“Do you have powers?!”

Gyomei laughed, his tone sounded like a little child.

“No, my kid, I just feel”

“And do you know how to make it better?”

The older Hashira was surprised, he didn't have any tricks up his sleeve for this situation.

"Make it better? Let me think"

Muichiro carefully observed Gyomei, he loved that man, and respected him as if he were his father

“Muichiro, I've known him since he was found by the squad, and if I'm sure of one thing, it's how to make you smile…”

“How sir?” The little boy was excited by the idea that his master could make him smile

“You know~” Gyomei straightened his hands, placing them on the sides of the boy lying in his lap

“Hehehe hey!” Muichiro tried to push his hands away “nohohohohoho!”

“Come on, rest and just laugh”

Muichiro obeyed, he started to laugh

“All I want is for you to feel better.”

“Ehehehehe-AHAHAHA SIHIHIHIHIHIHIR”

"Yes?" Gyomei pretended he didn't know he was tickling the boy's most sensitive spot, him belly and bellybutton

Muichiro tried but couldn't say anything

“Let me hear the sound of your laughter for a little while, little boy.”

“EheheAHAHAHAHAHA” the child hashira twitched, the adult was scribbling all over his stomach region

A few more minutes passed, Muichiro's laughter filled the forest

Gyomei decided to slow down his hands “how do you feel?”

“Ehehe betteheheher”

“Be happy, my child”

Muichiro smiled

After staring at his master for a few more seconds, he covered his somewhat reddened face and asked:

“Sir… can you continue?”

Gyomei smiled big “of course”

“Thank yohohoHOHAHAHA”

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Thanks for reading 💛💛

#demon slayer fic #kimetsu no yaba tickle #demon slayers #kny tickles #kny #lee!muichiro #ler!gyomei

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thisbelongsto-nohbodys · 2 years

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The Trio are having some drinks at a restaurant.

Anne: and of course now they won’t let me hear the end of it. Honestly did everyone know about us before we did? What did they expect? We were dumb kids. My parents and the Thai temple keep bragging about them figuring us out back then.

Marcy: I know, when I was talking about you guys to my new friend after I moved. Luz said that she shipped us. What about you Sashy?

Sasha: Well, obviously my cheer squad and exes figured it out. I wasn’t exactly subtle, but the worst was Sprig.

Anne: Wait, Sprig knew? My Sprig?

Sasha: Yeah, it was shortly after you guys came back. I tried to bury the hatchet and…

Flashback

Sasha: So anyways, I just want to sincerely apologize for almost killing you and Hop Pop that one time and I guess everything else after that. You mean a lot to Anne and I don’t want there to be any bad blood between us. Okay?

Sprig: Okay. I mean, we’re not 100% but I’ll stop bringing up Toad Tower so much. And you mean a lot to Anne too, so I give you my blessing.

Sasha: “Blessing”? For what?

Sprig: To date Anne. I know you two like each other, it’s kinda obvious. Pretty much the whole town knows. Although you’re gonna want to get Maddie’s blessing before you go after Marcy too.

Sasha: wait…what? Anne likes me too…this better not be a trick!

Sprig: Oh, you didn’t know that…ehehe, um, well, oh I think I hear Ivy calling me! Gotta run!

Sasha: Get back here and tell me everything you little pink plush toy!!

Toadie: Commander m’am! Your needed in the war room.

Sasha: ugh, We’ll talk later ‘Plushie’!

End Flashback

Sasha: Still can’t believe that little dwerp figured out my crush on you two.

Anne & Marcy: ……………

#Amphibia #Anne Boonchuy #sasha waybright #Marcy wu #sprig plantar #Sashannarcy #anne boonchuy plantar #toadie amphibia

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spookyboywhump · 11 months

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Some of Jet’s early time as a pet ehehe

CW: pet whump, shock collars, mention of needles

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“What are you fighting for?” Anastasia asked him, her eyes narrowed. The question did cause him to pause, she typically only spoke to him to give him orders, or scold him for not listening. He wondered if it was a trick to punish him for speaking, but she was staring at him expectantly, like she was waiting for him to go on.

“I want- I want to go home.” He said, his voice hoarse and broken from the weeks of torture he’d been through. “I don’t want to- to be a pet, I want to go home…”

“And do you remember where your home is?” She asked, and with a sinking feeling, he realized that no, he couldn’t. He tried, he tried so hard but the memories he did have that may have answered the question were so faint it was hard to trust them, he couldn’t tell for sure what was his home and what was just another place he happened to recall. When he tried, his head hurt, it made him anxious, but right now she was unsympathetic to his distress. “Do you remember your family?” She asked.

“I do!” He insisted. He couldn’t remember his parents very well, but he remembered his brother, a brother, he was unsure if there were other siblings. “My brother- he- he gave me to those people, to that place. I remember him, I swear.” He told her, but this answer seemed to only make her unhappier.

“You’re lying.” She said plainly. He didn’t get a chance to defend himself before she’d hit the button for his collar, sending a wave of painful shocks through his body. She watched him scream in pain, his already beaten and aching body writhing on the floor until she finally stopped the shock collar, leaving him gasping for breath. He stayed curled up on the floor at first, whimpering softly, but still she looked down on him like he was just being overdramatic. “Sit up. Now.” She ordered, and reluctantly, he did as he was told.

“Y-Yes ma’am…” He whimpered, having learned his manners by now. “But I-I’m not lying, I remember him, I promise…”

“You are lying. They told me you volunteered, in fact, I have the paper with your signature on it.” She told him, something that was a complete surprise to him. He couldn’t remember signing anything, but he supposed that didn’t mean a lot when he couldn’t remember much at all. “That may have been a dream you had, but that’s not why you were there, you made a choice to be there.” She told him.

“I… I did…?” He asked hesitantly.

“You did.” She stepped closer to him and it took everything in him to resist the urge to flinch away, even as she grabbed his chin in her hand and forced him to look up at her. “So I don’t understand what you think you have to fight for. You wished to become a pet, I am giving you what you asked for. I’m giving you more in fact, you would’ve likely died in that cell had I not saved you.” She told him.

“But I… I don’t want this…” He said softly. “Can’t you let me go…?”

“Darling, no.” She said sternly. “You don’t remember your home, your family, not even your own name, you’d be so lost if I let you go.” She said, letting go of his face and kneeling down to be closer to his level. “I’m doing you a favor by keeping you here. You don’t realize that now, but if you’re good, and you earn your place, you’ll see just how good you can have it here. I promise.” She said, and she smiled at him, not in a cruel or taunting way, but like she genuinely meant what she was telling him. He didn’t find it reassuring, he still wanted to go home, but he worried that arguing it any further would get him shocked again, or something worse.

“Yes ma’am…” He murmured, glancing away from her. It felt like defeat to just give in and go along with what she was saying, but he didn’t see any other option, not right now anyway. He could beg her for his freedom all he wanted but if she refused, he didn’t know what else to do. He’d never seen anything beyond the basement he was kept in, even if he somehow escaped that he’d be completely lost- just like she’d said.

“There’s my good boy.” She said, ruffling his hair before getting to her feet again. “I think we’ve done enough for today. You can rest for the night and I’ll visit you again tomorrow. I hope you’ll think about what we’ve talked about.” She said, and he probably would. He didn’t have anyone to talk to down there or much else to do, all he had were his thoughts to go over again and again. It was lonely, and sometimes it made him angry, but right now he was too tired to even be angry, he just wanted to rest.

He followed her back to his cell, he’d recently been granted the privilege of having a bed, of not being chained up every hour he was alone down there. He was grateful for that at least, first he’d been granted his clothing back, then the muzzle had been removed, and finally he wouldn’t have to sleep on the floor anymore. He wondered what else she would give him if he continued to show progress and get better, become the exact pet she wanted him to be. He didn't necessarily want to find out, he didn’t want to be there at all, but each thing she was gracious enough to give back to him made him a little less miserable, a little less inclined to act out. He was well aware that it could all be taken away at any moment, though that didn’t stop him from slipping up from time to time.

She said goodnight to him and left him alone in his cell, sitting on the thin mattress of the bed he’d been so thankful for. She closed the door to his cell and he listened to her footsteps as she walked away, ascending the staircase that led to somewhere completely unknown to him. When she reached the top of it, the lights would shut off, leaving him in the pitch black of the basement. He wasn’t scared of the dark, but it did make the loneliness he felt more intense somehow, more oppressive. He knew he should’ve just gone to bed, tried to sleep while he had the chance, but he was acutely aware that something was wrong.

She had left him in his cell. She’d closed the door, gone upstairs, shut the lights off. She had not locked the door to his cell. He knew she hadn’t, he was very familiar with the sound of the door shutting followed by the click of the lock, but he hadn’t heard it this time. He thought he may be misremembering things, it wouldn’t be out of the norm for him apparently, and hesitantly, he got up, carefully making his way through the darkness to the other side of the cell. He kept his hands in front of him, feeling for the door, and he finally grasped the bars in his hands. He pushed and felt the door open, his breath catching in his throat.

The door was unlocked. He could walk out right now if he wanted to. He did want to. He had a good understanding of the layout of the basement, he would be able to find the stairs, he was certain of that. What he wasn’t certain of was what he would do after. This may have been intentional, and she was waiting for him behind the door at the top of the staircase, waiting to punish him for being so stupid he thought he could really just walk right out. Or it was an accident, she’d been careless and slipped up- which didn’t seem likely to him- but he still didn’t know what he would do once he left the basement. He didn’t know what was up there, where he was, and unfortunately she had a point. He couldn’t even remember his own name, even if he somehow found his way to help, what would he tell them? What would they do with him when he couldn’t answer any of the important questions? The uncertainty of that scared him, he started to wonder if he’d just end up in that horrible place again, constantly being manhandled and jabbed with needles and left in a daze. The possibility of that made him feel sick, and he knew that this was far too much for him.

He pulled the door closed, and carefully made his way back to his bed, collapsing onto it once he got there. He buried his face in his pillow and tried not to think about the unlocked door, about the possibility of not having to live like a caged animal. He didn’t know where home was, but that didn’t stop the way he desperately longed to go back there, somewhere safer than here. It was becoming more and more clear to him just how impossible that was, and he tried to push the thought out of his mind, tried to get some sleep while he still could, but even then, he still hoped so badly he’d wake up somewhere far away from here.

#whump #my writing #my oc’s #Jet #Anastasia #pet whump #shock collars #needle mention #this is longer than I expected oops #I thought it would be a lil snippet maybe a bit of a drabble #that would live in my drafts #but I quite like it actually

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duckymcdoorknob · 1 year

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DUCKY PLEASE CAN I HAVE A LARGE ICED COFFEE WITH EXTRA ICE WITH CHOCOLATE SHAVINGS PLEASEEEEEEEE?

THE NAMES ON THE ORDER ARE REKI AND LANGA.

I LOVE YOU

ANON I LOVE YOU TOO

I JUST REWATCHED SK8 WITH MY WIFE SO IM IN A GOOFY LITTLE SK8 MOOD

I HOPE YOU ENJOY

As a professional Reki Kinnie, we’re gonna do some Reki comfort 😎😎

I had to throw in some Joe and Reki moments too! I love the two of them as a familial pairing so much. Joe is Reki’s big bro FR.

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

CW BELOW THE CUT: Sadge Reki, light panic attack symptoms

Now, he knows what your thinking. Langa should’ve just been a big boy and communicated his feelings to Reki. But, he didn’t want to make his best friend worry to death about him. What he wasn’t expecting were the repercussions of the secret being kept.

How did this all happen?

Reki had just watched Langa finally nail his trick. It took the new skater quite a few tries, and it was quite obvious that he was frustrated.

Regardless, the redhead threw his arms around his best friend excitedly, damn near jumping him onto the ground.

Langa grimaced at the contact, leading the other boy to instantly remove himself.

“Langa?” His eyebrows furrowed as a pout found its way to his lips.

“Don’t worry about it, Reki.” The blue-haired boy replied with a faint smile.

That was enough for Reki to enter overthinking mode. What did he do? Was someone hurting Langa? Was Langa hurt and didn’t want to tell him? Did Langa not like him anymore? What if? What if? What if?

“Sorry!” He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck in a sudden meekness. “I just got a little excited, that’s all.”

“…Right.” Langa replied in a quiet monotone.

The redhead’s heart seized at the response. He fumbled his phone out of his pocket, opening any apps possible to feign getting a message.

“Oh man, mom needs me home. The twins got into the pantry and there’s applesauce all over the floor.” Reki sighed and faked a smile toward his best friend. “You know how babies can be eheh…”

“Don’t worry about it. Just let me know if everyone’s okay.”

“Right! I’ll let you know, see ya later!”

Reki’s should’ve known to actually going home. But, he didn’t know what else to do, so he went to see the person he knew would always have his back. He tried to keep his emotions in, but his mind was swimming, and he was quite honestly panicking.

With shaking hands, he pulled open the door to Sia La Luce. The restaurant was quite busy, given the time of the day. He was about to turn back around to deal with his emotions outside when he heard a voice over his shoulder.

“How many for- Reki? Why aren’t you in school?” Joe appeared from behind the kitchen, wiping his hands with a towel. “Reki?”

The redhead turned around, revealing the tears dripping down his cheeks, and the choked sobs he was barely managing to keep inside.

Joe’s gaze softened as he placed a reassuring hand on he boy’s shoulder. Reki closed his eyes and leaned into the contact, leading the older man to move his hand down to the small of his back.

The green-haired male observed the patrons in his restaurant, noticing that they were either finishing up their food, or hadn’t ordered yet. “I’m sorry to do this so suddenly, but I have a family emergency, and I need everyone to please leave.” Joe’s voice was calm, yet demanding, making the people realize he meant business.

Within five minutes, all of the patrons had left the building, leaving their bill money behind on the table. Joe turned to the crying boy and held both of his hands, “I’m right here, Reki. Take a minute, deep breaths.”

The younger male sniffled as he gasped in shallow breaths. His eyes were squeezed shut, tears leaking from them. He leaned forward quickly, letting his forehead collide with Joe’s chest. The older male didn’t hesitate to securely wrap the boy in a hug.

“Reki? What’s-“

“Langa ha-hates me.” the redhead choked, “He-He has to. He’s n-not himself.”

“I doubt he hates you.” Joe soothed, “Something must be up with him. I promise that everything is gonna be okay, okay?”

Reki sniffled and nodded as he leaned into the embrace. Joe whispered reassurances to him as he gently rubbed circles into the boy’s back. With his free hand, he took out his phone to text Kaoru a 911, only to hesitate with his thumb over the send button, noticing that the man had done the same.

Langa must’ve went to talk to him.

The two older men texted their plans, and within ten minutes all four of them were inside the restaurant. Reki hid his gaze from Langa, not wanting to piss his friend off.

“Okay, the two of you need to talk, right now.” Cherry noted, a secure hand on Langa’s shoulder.

“Reki I-“

“Langa I-“

The two spoke simultaneously, ceasing to let the other finish.

“Reki, talk.” Joe demanded.

“Langa I’m really sorry if I did anything to make you hate me I really don’t want to ruin our friendship and I’m just honestly really terrified of losing you because you’re one of my only friends and-“

“Reki.” Langa’s eyes were sympathetic, “Did I really scare you that badly? I’m so sorry!”

The redhead cocked his head as he blinked away threatening tears. “What does that mean?”

Langa sighed in remorse as he ran up to his friend, wrapping him in a hug. “When you jumped on me, you leaned on my bad shoulder. When I fell the time before landing it, I really messed up my shoulder. I didn’t want to tell you and make you worry, but now I see that I was wrong.”

Reki chuckled as he wiped his eyes “Did you really think that would work?”

“At first, yes. But now, no.” Langa couldn’t help but giggle too. “I’m really sorry, again. I should’ve just told you.”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you don’t hate me or anything. From now on, no more secrets.”

“No more secrets.”

“How touching.” Cherry announced, “Have the two of you sorted things out? I’m not keen on keeping my shop abandoned this long.”

The two boys apologized as they looked at the ground.

“C’mon, Kaoru. I’m sure you have time to spare 15 minutes for a family emergency.” Joe teased.

“Family emergency…” the pink-haired male grumbled. He looked at the two boys and couldn’t help the smile that teased at his lips. “And what a wonderful family it is.”

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#java jive #sk8 the infinity #sk8 #skate the infinity #renga #Reki x Langa #Langa x reki #sk8 angst #sk8 langa #sk8 reki #Reki kyan #kyan reki #langa hasegawa #hasegawa langa #anime #anime fic

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avielex · 7 months

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💀🥊🍩 FOR SERA PLS

AHHHH THANK YOU FOR THE ASK! And ofc you ask about Sera lol let's get to know our prickly cactus a little better!

💀 Does your OC have any phobias?

Sera hates admitting her fears and phobias, but Jordan would tell you about the time she tried to fit herself into a box like a dog in a kennel as a kid, only to crawl out crying because she felt suffocated by the tiny dimensions. (Aaaand I can hear Sera complaining to Jordan now.)

So yes, our little speed junkie of a Seeker... hates small, tight spaces.

🥊What do they love/hate to do?

These things weren't so fleshed out to even herself in her first year of Hogwarts — maybe because she looked up to Jordan. Whenever they go to the Dueling Club and Jordan has to whoop someone's arse for the day, Sera would sit by the sidelines and take notes of Jordan's techniques and reactions. Hoping to be more like them, more or less, but she doesn't have the restraint and patience to always pull their tricks off...

And then she found herself something she could call her own awesome specialty: Quidditch. (Jordan's a nice flyer, but put them in a pressuring environment like Quidditch and they'll start wobbling.) She speeds, she slows, she rises, she falls — flying is her love, a thing that brings so much more to her life.

As for hate, as Sera's the type of outspoken friend to just stand up to you and say what's on her mind if she thinks that's the best way to resolve a sitch (maybe too harshly, but the truth is still the truth), she hates having to mask her response with something sweeter or easier to digest — something Jordan can be guilty of doing, especially in earlier Hogwarts years. If they won't speak up, then she will! (Muriel can attest to that.)

🍩 Who is your OC's archnemesis / rival?

OOOOH never thought of this one! I'd planned to give Sera some mates at Hogwarts after Jordan graduates, but let's see!

So far, I know Sera definitely has some sorta enemy at Quidditch — that one player from a rival team that you just can't handle seeing every time for some reason. I'll expand on this when I'm less groggy lol but yeah, that's a start!

Their teams to the little greeting thing at the start of every match, and all Sera could do is glare daggers and butt heads with this one Seeker, then when they fly off and the game starts, it immediately cuts to them trying to bump each other off their broom. Huh, maybe that's why she'll... ahhhh, don't mind me muttering. Ehehe.

#avie's asks #hpma #harry potter magic awakened #hp magic awakened #magic awakened #hpma oc #thank you for asking!#ofc prax goes for sera LMAOOO

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princesseevee06 · 8 months

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heyheyhey!! 'Your Turn Ryoko' is very yummy and i love your brainrotting and art so much T_T its really cool to see the yttd cast in different roles! i am oh so very invested hehsjfhsj

noww, i was wondering what Maple and Midori's dynamic/relationship is like in your au? 👀

(i ask this because i was thinking to myself how funny it'd be if Maple was still Out To Murder™ Midori at the beginning of their relationship [or something akin to that,] and if Midori was still Terrified™ of her even as a human HAHA though its unlikely ^^")

also, if Sou and Shin are taking the roles of Shin and Kanna respectively.. what does that mean for the main game of chapter 2.... o.o

but yeah, dont feel pressured to answer anything if its too spoilery or just straight up wrong haha!! i love your au and i look forward to seeing more :D

hello bread!!! (is it,, okay if i call you that??? i dont really know what else to 😭) thank you for continually being so kind and supportive about my au and art in general ;-; i am glad someone enjoys my silly ramblings. i also think your art is super duper cool!!!

okok for the maple and sou question: so because maple wanting to kill him was kind of part of her programming as an obstructor, that wouldn’t really apply here, but that idea is still SO funny to me?? i’ll def have to doodle that at some point lmaooo

their dynamic here is actually really polite! i see them as being good buddies :) maple is one of the participants who’s closer to sou, because she very much wants to work together with the others and see the good in everyone. it’s very much like. “awwww what a nice guy!” and then the guy in question is plotting murder ahsjkskdks

just as an example:

although, i still can def see sou being a little bit scared of her, because maple very much can be scary when she wants to. she’s very opposed to the ideas that the death game perpetuates, what with suspecting and betraying one another, and so while most of her ire is directed towards the floormasters, she can also get pretty pissed when the actual participants try to trick each other. so…yeah, sou tries to stay on her good side and be a nice boy. but he also does genuinely think she’s neat!

for the shin and sou question: i wasn’t actually going to talk about the second main game for at least a little while, but im horrible at keeping secrets anyways and talking about this excites me, so why the hell not!!

so, while over time i’ve leaned less into the idea of a character’s “role” determining the actions they take (e.g. just because shin takes kanna’s role doesn’t mean he acts like kanna), the one thing i have stuck to is that when one character takes another’s role, they will always die at the same point in the story. i wanted to also incorporate ‘branching paths’ for ytr as well, because it’s one of the things that really sticks out to me about yttd!

…so yeah the second main game vote is either between voting for shin or sou (or technically ranmaru, but then everyone else would die). it’s vv tragic to me, because i love both of them </3 but i do what i must for angst.

i’m definitely going to give the main games their own posts (and almost 100% some art as well) in the future, but if you’ll allow me to get a bit rambly about shin and sou’s dynamic here and how it affects the main game, ehehe… ^_^

sou and shin at the beginning of the death game very much start out with ulterior motives. yes, they are friends, but they also gain something out of allying with each other: someone who they can rely on/who can vouch for them, which improves their chances of surviving. so they act all buddy-buddy, but there’s definitely tinges of manipulation going on from both sides (and while they realize exactly what’s happening they still acknowledge that this “trade-off” (both literally and metaphorically lol) is a good deal for both of them)

but throughout the death game they end up getting a lot more comfortable/vulnerable with each other, and soon enough they realize they really care about each other (really, they have the whole time). and this obviously complicates things because them wanting to protect each other throws a wrench in the whole “every-man-for-himself” ideology they’ve been preaching.

so, kind of like kanna, sou tries to get the sacrifice card during the second main game trading phase, but he does it with the intention of having him and shin escape together. …he does not actually get the card because the cards get swapped by gashu (there’s different reasoning for why they’re swapped this time but i’ll get into that in another post as well probably). hence, pain.

i envision the end of the 2nd main game being almost a screaming match between the two as they desperately try to convince everyone else to “vote for me so he can live!” (sort of like the shin and kanna vote but even angrier) (because kanna is a sweetheart and sou is Not) (it’s horribly ironic as i’d consider shin and sou the two characters with the strongest survival instinct in this cast, yet they are both driven to self-sacrifice here)

okok uhhhh sorry for the long tangent as you can see i’m evidently insane about these two’s dynamic in this au! ANYWAYS this vote is a lot different from the shin & kanna one because no matter who ryoko votes for as the tiebreaker, the one who survives will be PISSED. and by god they try everything to make her life a living nightmare in chapter 3 (because. being ryoko is suffering)

…i apologize so much this is probably incoherent because at the time of writing this it was past 1AM. but regardless thank you so much for the ask and your continuous support, and expect more content soon!!! :DD

#princesseevee answers #yttd #your turn ryoko #yttd maple #sou hiyori #yttd midori #shin tsukimi #my art

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lazypanartist · 1 year

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//Alright here you go!! I think this one is fun, but a little messy. First step back into writing after my little break and whatnot. I hope you enjoy!

- 📝 Nonnie

"Alright. Be careful, there's a camera ahead. Stick to the wall below it."

"Gotcha, hermano!"

Slinking around a corner, the slider slipped past the security cam, creeping further through the halls.

"Tell me again why you aren't doing this?"

"Because I'm making sure the security is constantly in its No Threat state and have the get away ready in case we need to get out quick. Michelangelo and Rafala are keeping the crowd busy but you need to be quick. And quit tripping so many motion detectors! This is ridiculous! I have to go, I need to focus on tricking the alarms into not panicking."

This job had been weeks in the making. Planning everything out in order to grab a mystic weapon before it fell into the greedy claws of someone less deserving. Big Mama already had mentioned wanting it, which was why it had been so necessary to fetch it as soon as they could. Mikey and Raph were in charge of keeping people distracted, either by natural means like charming guests or by more violent means such as knocking the odd guard out.

Leo couldn't mess this up.

"Right. I quit paying attention but good job. Or I'm sorry, whichever works."

Huffing, Leo continued on, creeping closer and closer to his target, a beautiful glaive that glowed with untapped mystic potential on a stand. It had a long pole, a carved jade dragon circling it with a tassel made of silk and a large glittering gem clutched in its jaws. Green, three fingered hands hovered over the pedestal, nervously fidgeting as the mutant thought about what would happen upon grabbing it, what alarms could sound. Your eyes glinted in the low lighting, the dark fur surrounding them making them look sharp as they focused on the mystic magic weapon before flashing up and locking with his own across the target.

Wait.

"AGH!!"

"WH-!!"

You both bolted upright and launched away from one another, instantly on guard.

"Who are you?!" You hissed, ringed tail flicking irritably. "What do you think you're doing??"

"I ammmm Baron Draxum, and…Well, what are you doing?!"

"I don't think that's any of your business," You snapped, "Now if you'll excuse me, 'Baron Draxum', I have something important to snatch." Your delicate hand reached out, but before it could take the weapon, it was in the terrapin's hands.

"Ahaha, no, see, I need this. Kinda the whole reason why I'm here."

"Mh. Cute."

Leo blinked, and suddenly he was holding nothing more than a mop, and you were waltzing away with the polearm. "Hey!!"

He launched at you, grabbing the weapon as he tried to wrench it from you. Hissing, you yanked the staff of the weapon, fighting the other's strength as he also tried to take it. His foot came out and swept your leg, and in turn you bit his arm. Soon, the magic weapon laid between the two of you while you began fighting, scratching and punching and wrestling to subdue the other.

"Lay off! Go find some other place to steal from!"

"Nu-uhn! Get lost, Bandito, I was here first!"

"Oh like HELL you were! We've been casing this place for a while, and I saw it first!"

"Oooh, you saw it first but I grabbed it!"

You heard the sound of something sliding against the floor and froze, clamping a hand over Leo's beak, rounded ears swiveling to follow the noi-

"DID YOU LICK MY HAND?!"

"TAKE THAT!"

"Nardo, something's wrong. I haven't heard from- hey- let go of-"

"HEY!!"

The two of you became statue still, looking up slowly at the very large guard glaring down at you both. You grinned sheepishly and backed up, hands raised. Oh boy.

"Ehehe~ Oh, would you look at that! I took down uh, a thief! Trying to steal your magic weapon!"

"Oh shell no, you were stealing! Listen, officer, Trash Panda here had their grubby mits all OVER this thing and I BRAVELY fought them off! You can thank me now."

You hissed loudly, snapping your sharp teeth at the blue clad ninja as he yanked you down by an ear. However, your spat quickly died off when two things occurred at once. Firstly was when the guard raised his large arm cannon at you both.

The other was Donnie's voice ringing through Leo's earpiece telling him to run.

"....Truce?"

Your hand dug into your hip pouch, pulling out your favourite toy. "For now? Sure. Come on!!"

You grabbed his arm and rolled out of the way of the blast. He popped up, unsheathing his twin katanas for a fight, but quickly wilted when the cannon's second blast shattered the blades when he crossed them to block the hit. You dug your thieves' tool into the base of a nearby door, popping it open before whistling to the ninja to follow.

Leonardo quickly dashed past you, running through the threshold. You yelped and ducked, dodging another two blasts from cannonfire. Sirens began blaring and flashing in the dark as you chased after him, snatching the glaive from his hands.

"Hey!! Give that back, trash panda!"

You skidded some before taking a sharp corner, the terrapin swearing as he slid past before chasing after you. "Quick, this way, while the window is still open!!"

Leo was about to yell some other snark, but gasped and instead tackled you as another laser blast shot just where your head had been. The terrapin rolled, kicking you and launching you back onto your feet, where they quickly dashed over to the window and you jammed the glaive into the window sill just as metal grates began slamming down and covering all the possible exits.

"Keep them off me!!" You called out.

"Easier said than done!" The slider sniped, kicking the back of a dragon guard's knee out and throwing her into another.

You grit your teeth, wedging the weapon more and using your body weight, you began slowly fighting against the security mechanism, winching it open. The metal grate creaked and groaned, trembling as it fought against you and the now slightly bent glaive. You looked outside, desperately looking for a target. The Yokai Liberation Parade was in full swing, with floats and balloons and lanterns and people flooding the streets several stories below, making it hard for you to spot any hard points across the street in the night.

You looked to the left, a large float heading your way that took up most of the street which had scaffolding holding up the large paper mache Kappa.

…Well. Beggars can't be choosers.

"Hey! Turtle! Our ride is here, come on!!"

Leo ran to your side after knocking two guards' heads together. He peered out the window before looking confused. "Where?!"

"Do you trust me?"

"No! Not at all!"

"Good enough."

You grabbed him and pulled his arms around your waist, leaping out of the window and dragging him with you. Your ringed tail looped around the glaive and yanked it out, taking it with you as well as cutting anyone off from following you as you plummeted.

"OH MY GOD WE'RE GONNA DIE, ARE YOU INSANE?!"

"A BIT!" You chirped in response, snickering as he clung to you tightly, legs wrapped around your waist and his arms looping your neck. You wrapped an arm around him before pulling out and firing your grappling gun, the hook catching the scaffolding and allowing you to swing through the air, sailing over to the buildings across the street and landing on their rooftops.

You huffed pridefully as the two of you landed, the slider shakily letting go and getting to his feet.

"You're utterly insane."

"Eh, it's a character trait. Now come on, we gotta get distance." Your delicate fingers smoothed out your clothing. "Come on, up up. You're a ninja, I assume you can do SOME parkour."

Grumbling, Leo snatched the glaive back before running and leaping over to another building, gaining speed and momentum as he ran. You shouted at him before following, close behind and quickly gaining. You were locked onto your prize.

"So. Whatcha after the Heaven's Tear for?"

The turtle turned and looked at you while he kept moving. "Uh, no reason. You?"

"No reason!"

"Right, right…"

You launched ahead, nabbing the weapon once again. "We need to branch off to the right up ahead."

"Hey, giv- Wait, what?! Back through the parade?" The ninja gawked, flailing his arms some as he tried to grab the weapon back while you held it away.

"Yeah! They're heading this way, we need to use the parade as much as possible to impede movement. Think you can keep up?" You threw a smirk over your shoulder at him.

He gave you a charming one in return. "Oh, you think you can out-do me, Bandito?"

"Oh, I know so~"

And so the two of you darted about the city, treating it like your own playground as you flaunted your skills to one another, chasing each other for the weapon. You tip-toed across wires and laundry lines, and he jumped large gaps with little issue. You hopped along the tops of streetlights and narrow window sills, and he would flip through the air or take more daring dives.

You lost count how many times the mystic weapon traded hands.

Eventually, you both were left snickering about some lame pun Leo had shot off, hidden behind a billboard. The large sign cast you both in shadows, hiding you both from prying eyes. You had long since outrun the guards and police.

Leo wiped his eye dramatically, leaning his weight on the glaive you both held. He smiled…genuinely, sweetly at you, and your tail flicked behind you as you smiled back, fluttering your lashes a bit. You didn't expect him to wince in response, though that's what you got.

"Uh, sorry, I-"

"No, no, um, it's my brothers, they're wondering where I am." Leo sighed. "I, uh. I gotta go…"

The two of you stared at your loot.

You sighed. "Look, you're really wanting this, aren't you?"

"Yeah. I uh. I kinda need it. Kinda the whole reason for the heist, y'know?" A three fingered hand scratched the back of his neck. "I'll get in trouble for not having it. I'll never hear the end of it."

You sighed, but nodded. "Alright. Okay, I'll let you leave with it, just. I need the tassel. I have to have SOMETHING, yeah? I gotta make ends meet."

"No, yeah! No problem, here."

The weapon was passed over, and your deft little claws worked the tassel out of the clutches of the polearm before handing it back. The large gem shined in your hands, and the silk was smooth and FELT rich.

"Thanks. See ya around, Ninja~"

Leo opened his mouth to fling some one-liner right back, but instead stiffened when you pressed a kiss to his cheek, his face becoming red everywhere instead of just his stripes. "I, ah, yea! See ya, Bandito."

You practically vanished, Leonardo coming out of his stupor just in time to see your ringed tail disappear around a corner a block away. Stunned, the terrapin sat down, mumbling his location into his earpiece as he waited on the others to come get him. Before long, he took note of the turtle tank rumbling up the street and he hopped down, hurrying to get inside with his prize.

Once in, his brothers all checked on him and asked what happened. As he spun a much more exaggerated story of himself and the raccoon- or a tanuki? who knew! - Leo found out that what had happened was something tipped off the guards to Donnie's hacking and he got counter hacked. He had to shut everything down and get Raphael and Michelangelo to leave, making Leo the unfortunate sitting duck he became. They apparently hadn't been the only team of rogues with eyes on that weapon.

However, they had won out, in the end.

Sniffing pridefully, Leonardo passed the Heaven's Tear to Don and flopped into his seat, checking his nails for dirt while trying hard not to think of the kiss that still made him warm and make him think of pretty eyes-

"Leo."

-and a sharp wit and playful banter and ringed tails and a black mask and-

"Nardo it isn't working."

The blue clad ninja's daydream fizzled out as he bolted over.

"Huh?? What do you mean?"

Donatello looked up, an unimpressed look on his face as he lifted his goggles. "There isn't an ounce of mystic magic. Did you grab the wrong thing, you dum-dum?"

"NO!! No, I swear, I-" He picked it up, looking it over. It was no longer glowing, it was no longer buzzing with untapped power. "No, I know this was it! It was lit up, radiated magic, sure it's a little bent but that shouldn't have-"

Leonardo froze, rewinding everything that happened. You kissed him. Your little fingers worked the tassel from the jaws of the jade dragon. You kissed him. Your nimble hands held that huge gem, which glittered like magic on that silk tassel. You kissed him. You batted your lashes, and looked so sad you would be going home empty handed.

You kissed him.

The weapon hadn't glowed since you left.

Angrily, Leo barreled to the front, slamming his hands on the dashboard as he glared out into the night. You had tricked him. You knew how to play him, and he fell for it.

"BANDITO!!"

Elsewhere, you laid on the secondhand couch in your little thief's den, snickering to yourself as you tossed the tassel up in the air and caught it, before activating the magic and turning almost invisible. You felt bad, your little blue rogue friend had been so utterly charming…but this would be so helpful to your future heists. You waved as the rest of your thief friends made their way in, elated that the job had been a success.

Like a thief in the night, you had made off with his pride, his target, and his heart.

UGHHH NONNIE!!! My heart!! 💙💙💙

Gonna need more of this at some point 👀 I'm glad you're back :p

#kana's chats #rottmnt #x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #xreader #📝 anon #rise of the tmnt #rise leo x reader

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taffypointby · 1 year

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hi whats identity v ? :) ive tried googling around but i didnt super understand what i was seeing but im dying to know more abt the characters youre drawing

dhgdghdfjh thats a mobile game! ig it's supposed to be a survival horror and gacha and and.... oh em gee im just gonna straight up tell you everything fr

so there's some kinda game going on in a manor that puts its participants into idk what kind of experiment they uhh never released the reason behind them but their actions and behavior are being watched while they participate in that game? the participants are called survivors in game and the other fraction is hunters who are um. all kinds of inhuman things from the undead to literal...gods i think??????/ and hunter's role in the game is to punish those who break the rules and to not let anyone escape! that's basically whats the entire mobile game is about. there are many many participant groups and they all were technically tricked to get there and they ARE ALL INSANE........ the hunters aren't supposed be some sane guys either obv but imagine living in 1700 and you get a letter saying you can get the answers to all of your super important questions (for e.g. they all get baited in there differently) or MAKE YOUR DREAM COME TRUE.... AND YOU'RE LIKE... "SPLENDID! CAN I GET A CARRIAGE TO THAT DARK AND SCARY LOOKING MANOR AT HTE END OF THE STREET PLEASE? A SHIP? TO THE OTHER CONTINENT?" NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JESUS CHRIST STAY HOME......

and survivors come in all kinds of occupations as well! the guys im drawing the most are a herpetology professor who got bitten by an unknown kind of reptile that caused him to mutate and eventually become a lizard hybrid HUNTER! he is available both as a survivor and hunter in game! which i cool af.... and hte other one is the violinist who's supposed to be controlled by the devil or something..? umm etooo ehehe i never really got what he is rn exactly but he's a hunter too!

#i hope that clears everything i don't wanna reread that

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giggly-squiggily · 9 months

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Tickle Headcanon: Gyomei never received nibbles before. I fully expect him to be caught of guard and chortling loudly. ESPECIALLY if they're doing the nom nom noises.

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

So I have a confession; I have a big fat crush on Gyomei karkjeajkrejk He is one of the few characters I genuinely self-ship with so this was a bit self-indulgent for me akjerjkaejrkajk This headcanon is absolutely delightful- I've gotcha covered, Sarah! :D

The entire thing was truly stupid if you took time to think about it.

Luckily for you and Tengen- stupidity was simply an adjective in the face of absolute chaos.

“So- big guy. Talk to me; how do you get dressed in the morning? Do you just feel things out or do you trust Genya not to screw you over?” Tengen had sat down Gyomei for a “chat”, asking him various things as you slowly began your descent towards them.

“Tengen- that’s awfully rude to assume. Genya would never trick me. I have faith in my Tsugoku and his assistance in helping me dress.” Gyomei seemed puzzled by the question, tilting his head curiously. “Unlike you and (Y/N) who are currently plotting- am I right?”

You nearly froze at the comment. Tengen’s eyes widened at you over Gyomei’s shoulder. Now or never!

“Nom attack!” You cried, jumping onto his back before burrowing your face into his neck, nibbling along the thick skin. “Nom nom nom nom!”

Gyomei was- usually- a statue of calm. He didn’t get fazed easily or panic. You figured for half a second that this game of yours wouldn’t work.

But then loud chortles and snorts filled the air, Gyomei shaking beneath your grip as he tried leaning away. “Ah! Ahehahhahhahaha! (Y-Y/N), pleahhahahhahase!” He laughed, a breathtaking smile pulling at his normally stoic mouth.

“Oh my god, it’s working! Keep going, (Y/N)!” Tengen cackled, positively delighted. You grinned around Gyomei’s neck before switching things up- adding an assortment of kisses between nibbles. “Nomnomnom! You’re delicious, Gyomei! Nom!”

“Gheahhahahhahaa, stahhahahahap thahahhahahaht- eheahhahahahahhaha!” Gyomei leaned into his knees, doubling over completely and taking you with him. You yelped as your feet lifted off the ground, your gravity shifting as he took you by the waist and brought you into his lap. “Theheheere we are, (Y/N). Nohohow you can’t do thahaat.”

“Eheh, no- but I can do this!” You dug your hands into his armpits, wiggling with reckless abandon. Gyomei let out a startled laugh before squeezing your sides in return, making you arch with a squeal. “Whahahahahit nohohohohohoho!”

“Same it had to be this way. Now Uzui- I know you’re not trying to run.” Gyomei didn’t bother turning his head up to Tengen- the ex-shinobi freezing mid step. “I’ll catch you if you do.”

“Heh, I’d like to see you try! Good luck, (Y/N)!” Tengen was gone, leaving you to your tickly fate.

Oh you were definitely gonna help Gyomei get him back!

#headcanons to dabbles #tickle #tickle dabble #demon slayer #gyomei himejima #tengen uzui #reader insert #gyomei x reader #fluff #I love them ahhhhh

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