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faetima · 12 days

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𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐦. .

. . these seven years would be pretty dumb.

// tws ; slight cursing, blood ; gn reader ; modern au, hanahaki au

a/n: bubble gum by clairo :3

all you could think about was him.

your classmate with light and airy strands of porcelain white hair, akin to the color of an elegant swan’s feathers, all tied together daintily with a single thin vermilion red ribbon.

your classmate with those piercing honey speckled eyes which could see right through you, as if you were translucent.

your classmate who was always dozing off, whatever the reason may be.

your classmate who always managed to appear ethereal somehow, even after just sleeping.

your classmate, jing yuan.

you doubted he ever noticed you. he was always either dozing off quietly or caught up in chatting with fu xuan.

oh, you realized he was doing the latter right now.

fu xuan — more commonly known around the school as diviner fu — gazed up at jing yuan with her amber eyes, a serious shimmer in them. her lilac pink hair was divided into two neatly made ponytails, secured by four golden ji hairpins. they glinted in the bright, blaring fluorescence of the lights in the classroom.

jing yuan leaned down and she murmured something in his ear.

he returned to his usual standing position, now also wearing the same serious expression fu xuan was.

jing yuan glanced around the room, ochre eyes flitting.

you stared at him, curious.

his eyes landed on you, narrowing.

surprised, you panicked.

oh god. looking down would make it obvious i was staring at him. i could keep looking at his direction and pretend that i was looking at soemthing else? but what if he thinks i was looking at him? what the fuck do i do? oh, wait, he looked away.

never mind, he’s coming towards me.

oh fuck he’s coming towards me.

oh fuck. ohfuck. ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck-

"hey," jing yuan said, voice deep and a bit rough. he smiled slightly at you, immediately sending off a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

"oh. uhm, hi," you greeted, your voice light and airy, nervousness bubbling up. you had been a shy person all your life, and your crush randomly coming up and talking with you did not help in easing your nervousness.

jing yuan glanced back at fu xuan, who shook her head furiously at him, signaling something to jing yuan you were unaware of. he rolled his eyes, but decided to comply with her.

"sorry for, uhm, bothering you. i was just wondering if you had the notes we were supposed to copy down today? i kind of fell asleep, and fu xuan doesn’t have them, so i was wondering if you did," he mumbled, an excuse for why he came over to you.

"oh, uh, yeah, i have them," you said, rummaging in your backpack to find your notes. pulling them out, you handed them over to jing yuan.

"thanks," he smiled, "i’ll return them to you tomorrow if that’s okay?"

you nodded.

he nodded.

then he walked away.

you probably should’ve tried talking to him a bit more. maybe make small talk. oh, god, but what if he started thinking you were interested in him if you did that? that you were trying too hard?

yeah , you convinced yourself, mustering up an excuse for your own cowardice. maybe it was better you hadn’t.

you had gotten back home from school. setting your backpack aside, you immediately made a beeline for your room.

as soon as you shut and locked the door, you began hacking up fuchsia and créme colored bleeding hearts was how you spent most of your time now.

every night after dinner, or the few bites of food you ate that you thought as dinner now, you'd go to bed with your dove-white sheets pulled up to your neck and with burgundy blood and toxic red bleeding hearts pooled around you.

every morning, you’d wake up wondering if today would be the day he'd finally notice you, if he'd finally know you existed. of course, you knew it was just wishful thinking, but you still craved for him to notice you, to talk to you for more than ten seconds.

and thinking about him lead to wheezing up even more bleeding hearts. all stained vermillion with blood and slick with mucus.

it was the the same cycle over and over again. rinse and repeat.

how you yearned for it to end. but you knew the cycle — and your hanahaki — could only end in one way at this point — death.

you had discovered that you had hanahaki a little too late. now you couldn’t do the surgery without the abnormally big chance of dying.

if you were to die either way, what was the point of doing the surgery then?

your hanahaki had gotten worse over the last few weeks.

now you coughed up whole bleeding hearts, coated and stained so much in your blood to the point where the original color of the flowers was unrecognizable.

now you wheezed the damned flowers whenever you fucking laid your damn eyes on him . now you avoided looking up from your seat even more than you used to.

now you hacked up the fucking flowers to the point where you would fucking blackout.

now you wanted to die. wanted to be put out of your damn misery.

you wished you could talk to him, but every time you began to walk up to him, you overthought everything and backed out like the coward you were.

it was like you were trapped in some sort of time loop from a horror movie — only instead of running away from something terrifying, this was more of a endless cycle of you wanting to talk to him but never doing so, one that you didn't quite know how to escape.

maybe, just maybe you should try and talk to him.

maybe tomorrow.

#jing yuan x reader #♡ -- jing yuan #jing yuan #jing yuan x you #hanahaki #hanahaki au #modern #modern au #angst #hanahaki disease #light angst #high school #shy reader #tw slight blood #how to angst #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai #what to tag pls

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plooto · 7 months

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⋆˙✧⋆｡ rough ft . katsuki bakugo — kinktober day 18

warnings . nsfw . brat taming , fem ! reader , spanking , degrading , dacryphilia , clothed grinding , crappy writing fr , aftercare .

words . .5k

“ y’wanna act like a brat, fine. but eye-fuckin’ deku? you’ve got another thing comin’. ” bakugo growled, shoving you face first into the bed.

“ katsuki i- ” schlap! you body jolted, ass burning from the spank.

“ that’s not ma name. ”

“ nngh! daddy ‘m sorry! ” you cried out, tears flooding your waterline as your head is pulled backwards, bakugo’s hand gripping at your neck, applying enough pressure to make your head dizzy.

“ you’re sorry? my pretty baby. ” he leans down to your ear, chest vibrating against you as he spoke, “ well, sorry isn’t gonna cut it sweet cheeks. ” your eyes shut. you hated that nickname. that was the only nickname he used when he wasn’t going to budge. no matter what you said or did, you were not getting out of it. his hand released your throat, fingers massaging the area. his hands turn you around by your waist,

“ y’wanna act like a slut ” he pulled your top over your head, ripping the button and zipper from your bottoms. “ you can get fucked like one too. ” he pushed you over again, hardness pressing into your core.

katsuki’s hands palm at your ass, moving to pull your panties upwards, your wetness me through the stretched cotton. a moan left your lips, toes curling. hands moving to your hips he pulls you down to grind on his hardness, manhandling you the way he wanted. you don’t register his hand leaving you, just the sound of your favorite underwear being torn into pieces.

“ breathe f’me. ” you took a breath, letting out shakily a shaky moan as you felt him press into your sweet velvety walls. strings of cursed left your boyfriend’s lips, your moans following behind. he pulls out of you, not allowing you to adjust before setting a bruising pace.

your toes curled and fingers gripped the bedsheets with white knuckles. he leaned over you, pulling you backwards to allow room for his fingers to rub tight circles on your bundle of nerves.

“ c’mon pretty girl. ” he peppered kisses on your shoulder blades. your body tensed with the new pressure, vision starting to turn white,

“ cumming! c- cumming! daddy can i? ” he growled,

“ go on, cum. ” your body listened instantly, convulsing as you fell over the edge, bakugo finishing right behind you. you whined as you felt him slip out of you. you didn’t move, your legs felt like jelly and your mind fuzzy.

“ stay awake for me doll, gotta clean you up, ” he took a pause, a warm towel pressing against your used core. “ and use the bathroom. ” he lifted you into his arms, steps slow as he walks you to the toilet.

“ just a little bit longer. ” he left the room again while you used the bathroom.

“ katsuki? ” you looked up at the bathroom door, his vermilion eyes looking at yours, “ can i just have a shirt of yours? to sleep in? ” he nodded, stepping into the room to place a sweet kiss on your lips

“ yeah, yeah you can, pretty girl. ”

published . october 18 , 2023

#bakugo katuski #bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo #bakugo smut #bakugo scenarios #rae’s queue ⏳#tteokbokki 🌶️ // spicy #. character // katsuki bakugo

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scythidol · 8 months

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✦ vampire inspired names

bloodire . vermilion . exorcism . cross . vampyre . vampirina . vampirinn . deathbed . corpsinne . darknesse . fang . fangesse . scythe . organne . organette . abyss . abyssal . abyssine . castiel . cassiel . charmeine . vae . crimson . curse . bitette

( vamp pronouns / vamp titles )

requested by : none !

note : as always, He doesn't give name requests, just a silly post :3

#꒰ suggestions . . ꒱#name #name suggestions #name ideas #name list #vampire #pronouns #pronoun suggestions #pronoun ideas #titles #title suggestions #title ideas

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torusuki · 9 months

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ BLOODY INJURY ─ bakugou katsuki x fem!reader. sfw. hurt/comfort. not proofread.

“babe, m’home!” the gruff and slightly deep voice of bakugou filled your ears, the front door shut closed and from the foyer, he emerged.

you quickly placed your phone on the coffee table with a small smile covering your features, meeting him halfway and trapping him in a warm embrace — not forgetting to place a affectionate kiss on his jaw which always made his heart flutter. he wore his hero suit and without a once of hesitation, he wrapped his arms around the small of your back.

“i’ve missed you…” you muttered. he was a bit sweaty from his patrol but you did not mind. in fact, you were relieved. he had managed to arrive home safe and sound.

or, that’s what you thought.

“tch. missed you, t—ow!” his once calm and content expression he had as he held you shifted into one of pain, bits of his blonde hair fell on his forehead from his sweat.

you pulled away once you heard his exclaim of pain and looked at him with concern. “what is it? are you hurt, ‘suki?”

bakugou grunted a incoherent response and when he saw your concerned expression, he repeated his words again. “m’fine. a villain just landed a hint on me, s’all. it’s just a small cut.”

you furrowed your brows and his hands went to the sides of your face, kissing the spot between them.

“don’t furrow your brows, you’ll get wrinkles.”

the frown that always decorated his complexion was gone as he felt your delicate fingers glide through the spot between his eyebrows, a faint smile decorating his face while his vermilion-colored eyes watched your every feature that had changed a lot since you both were in high school.

his admiring was cut short when he felt you tug on his arms. “hey–the fuck!” the blonde cursed as his girlfriend dragged him along and into the small restroom.

“the hell are y’doing??” he grumbled, curing at you as you sat him on the countertop near the sink. “i told you, m’fukcing fine!”

you stayed silent and rolled your eyes – the ongoing habit that you’ve used after you turned into a teenager. “shut up and let me check your cut.” eyes trailing to his abdomen where a spot of red liquid covered his hero suit.

“it’s jus’ a small cut,” you mocked his words. “you’re fucking bleeding!” she raised her voice, tugging on the grenade-like gauntlets he has.

“careful, woman!” he warmed, gripping your wrist to stop your hands from fiddling with his gauntlets, his thumb rubbing your skin. “careful with them. y’don’t want to set them off by accident.”

his hands gripped hers for a moment longer before he let go of her wrists and started to take off his gauntlets with cautious and gentle movements.

“there…” he spoke up, placing the gauntlets down and focusing his attention on you. “if it’ll make you feel better, i’ll let you have a look.”

bakugou reached for the hem of his suit, pulling it off of his muscular body, giving his girlfriend a clear view of his fresh cut right on the middle of his abdomen. a soft gasp left your lips, seeing the skin around the cut red and tainted with crimson. he watched your reaction, a bit annoyed by your worries about his cut. it was just a small cut.

even though the two of you had been dating for a while now, bakugou still had a lot of opening up to do. he didn’t like when people worried about him, it made him feel like he was being looked down on — he knew you didn’t mean to make him feel like that, but he still had a bit of his sixteen-year-old self in him. he still had some growing to do.

you fumbled through the small cabinet above bakugou, reaching for the first aid kit and standing on your tippy toes. bakugou found it cute how small you are. It made him want to hold her close and never let go, feeling a bit guilty for thinking that she was looking down on him.

he let out a shaky sigh when you dabbed the alcohol wiped over his cut. “fuckin’ alcohol! it stings like a bitch!” he groaned, strong hands gripping the edge of the countertop.

“stop whining, ‘suki,” you mumbled, running your hands on the cut with the alcohol wipe. “didn’t you say you have a high pain tolerance?”

your eyes looked up at him and bakugou huffed. “shut up!” giggled soon replenished his ears and the sound felt like a heaven-sent melody to him.

“your s’cute when you laugh like that.” his voice was barely audible, a hand reaching away from the counter and to the nape of her reck. there was no hesitation, no mock in his words — he meant what he said. he loves your laugh.

with pink dusted cheeks, your fingers pressed hard on his cut making him yell and scrunch his nose in pain. you didn’t mean to do that. he just caught you off guard with his words.

“shit—sorry!” you apologized, discarding the wipe wet with alcohol. your lips found the tip of his nose that was scrunched up, placing a quick kiss on it to try and make it up to him.

“tch. whatever…” he uttered, trying to hide the way his cheeks were now just as pink as yours.

a cheeky grin covered your lips, hands fumbling with the first aid kit. he felt how your fingers worked on his stomach, watching you patch him up with a soft expression on his face, tips of his fingers rubbing the skin on your neck – leaving goosebumps with every trace of his touch.

once you were done, you placed your palms on his thighs, big doe eyes staring at his. “y’have to be careful out there, ‘suki. i know getting hurt in a fight with a villain is inevitable…” her voice was meek as if she were scared of seeing him hurt (which she actually is). “but, ‘just—”

bakugou cut her off with a light peck on your lips. “s’okay, angel.” he got off of the counter and placed his hands on your hips, giving them a light squeeze. “don’t worry. i have you to come home every night. i can’t afford to get hurt badly, wouldn’t want to leave you waiting, huh?”

his eyes glittered with love and affection pressing his forehead to yours. “i promise, i’ll always come back to you, angel. y’know, i can’t live without you, m’sweet girl.”

bakugou placed a peck on your forehead and soon after, he connected his lips with yours, sealing his promise with a heart-fluttering kiss.

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coldresolve · 4 months

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Moneymakers, pt.xliii // the_attic_181120XX

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Knuckles connect right under his eye, nearing the slope from his cheek to the bridge of his nose, and while the force behind it isn’t particularly damaging, it’s still enough to make his face snap sideways. The gasp he lets out stems mostly from surprise. In the moment where he takes a step backwards, gloved hand reaching to touch the site of impact, another punch lands on the side of his head, clipping his ear. That stings.

Renee sees red.

He pushes forward through flailing arms, slamming into the guy hard enough to knock them both over. Conrad lands partially on the mattress of his bed, and Renee follows closely behind, barely bracing himself before he shouts and brings his fist down, twice. A glimpse of red flying from the third one, low squawks of distress, barely noticeable under the ringing in Renee’s ears. But somehow, through the blows, Conrad manages to curl one leg up and plant a foot in his abdomen. He doesn’t have enough room to kick the wind out of him, but he accomplishes a solid push instead, one that throws Renee’s weight off, and he topples onto the bed, clawing at the covers as Conrad slips away, clearly headed for the door.

He doesn’t make it far. As soon as Renee has righted himself, he lurches forward, manages a slim grasp in the fabric of Conrad’s shirt. A hoarse cry is choked back when the collar draws tight over his throat, as is the one he tries to let out when he accidentally supports his weight on the bad leg in an attempt to keep his balance; his knee buckles completely, like the whole leg just gives out. The shirt slips from Renee’s fingers as Conrad sinks to the floor with a cry.

It’s almost eerie, how quickly Renee’s rage slides from frantic into something different. The sight of downed prey flips another switch. Your core is still burning, but your eyes latch on to him, much, much colder.

You get to your feet, close in his sorry excuse for a slipstream, boots treading over the drops of blood he leaves behind. You plant a foot on his lower back, and he crumples beneath you. He lets out this pathetic groan which only solidifies your desire to smear his guts on the wall. It’s just you and him, and nothing else. Nothing around you. Nothing in between.

You straddle his back, one gloved hand pushing his head to the floor, just keeping it steady. He can’t turn far enough to look you in the eye, but you can look into his clearly enough. There’s panic there, fear, but beneath it – what else? – disgust. He tries to hit your leg, weakly pushes at your knee, neck straining to raise his head. Wriggling, like a miserable little worm.

You’re sort of hoping something in his face breaks on the first punch. That’s the brand of effort you put into it, anyway; you want something to cave in. But once your fist has landed, and you hear that hoarse grunt of pain, feel his body twitch underneath you, you can’t bring yourself to pause and check. You just hit him again.

And again.

And again, until you lose track of anything else. Fucking cursed rhythm. The pain in your elbow rears its head, the bone that never really got a chance to heal. You can’t hear him anymore. You can’t hear yourself. You only hear the impact, the bludgeoning, aimless. The yawn of a void that aches to be filled, and what a goddamn bore it is. You’re predictable. This song is getting old, it’s nauseating, but you can’t stop.

And again.

And—

Davin’s voice is nearly inaudible. Intonation is hard to distinguish, as is volume. “Renee,” he says.

Conrad gasps beneath him, head still pressed down. Blurry splatters of vermilion on the floor. Renee stops, somehow. His fist hovers beside his shoulder, shaking. Teeth locked, panting through his nose. His vision is so clouded, he can barely see.

“Save it,” Davin tells him.

One of Conrad’s hands pushes against the floorboards in another attempt to get up. Blood bubbles from his nose, gets caught in the creases of a wince. Voice rattling, but there’s a trace of bitter laughter in it, too. “He’s, he’s using you.”

Renee doesn’t move. Doesn’t punch, but doesn’t let up, either. His thumb digs into Conrad’s cheek. His own breathing rings hollow in his chest, makes his whole body vibrate. It feels good to grind someone’s face into the floor. It feels fucking good.

But he’s calming down. He’s in control.

“Renee,” Davin repeats. Sounds impatient.

Renee lets out a hiss through his teeth, sneering as he grabs Conrad arm and twists it onto his back. Grunts of effort rise from Conrad’s chest, straining to pry himself loose. Thin little noodle arms, what the fuck does he expect? It’s not even a contest. Dumb motherfucker. Dumb fuck. Dumb fuck. Renee pins both wrists with one hand. He avoids looking at the guy’s face directly, even when a gasp sends pink spittle flying. The red in his periphery is enough to grasp the idea.

As Renee is patting down his pockets for the handcuffs, still breathless, he hears the chain rattle from a few feet to his right. Shuts his eyes, baring his teeth. If he has to take another smug look from the mop, he’s pretty sure he will actually, physically explode. He just holds a hand out in Davin’s direction, and waits, until the nonchalant footsteps have drawn near, and something bumps the palm of his hand.

Once the cuffs are on, he lets Conrad go entirely. Pushes himself to his feet, turning his back on them both as he digs his fingers into the joint of his elbow, searching for reprise from the pulsing waves of pain. He clicks open the button on his wrist to pull one glove off. When he touches his upper lip, his fingers, still shaking, come away red. He thought he could taste it; he spits on the floor. Wipes the bottom half of his face in his shirt. What the fuck am I doing? But he’s in control. He’s in control.

After a deep breath, Renee finally turns to Davin. Blank expression. Psycho. All the man does is hold the eye contact for a bit, and then wordlessly shift to look at Conrad on the floor. Renee steels himself, follows his gaze.

Lying on his side, half curled around himself. There’s a gash running parallel through the one eyebrow, another splitting the skin of his cheekbone. Blood from the nose too, and the mouth. Red marks of rapidly forming bruises, scattered all over that one side of his face. It’s already starting to swell. He's staring dead-eyed at something the floor directly in front of his face.

A molar. Looks like two at first, but no. It’s just cracked in half.

Renee inhales deep. Sets his jaw as he walks back to Conrad’s side, not that he really stands a chance of playing it off like nothing happened. He coughs to mitigate the uneven feeling of his own voice. “Get up.”

Shaky breathing interrupted briefly when Conrad swallows with some effort. That rattling sound again, like there’s something in his throat. “You s-, see it, don’t you? He’s using you.”

“Get up, Conrad.”

A grimace. “Go to hell.”

Renee feels his body tense up again, comes within a hair’s breadth of unleashing that energy in a hard kick. Instead he bows down to grab an upper arm. Conrad draws in a sharp inhale as Renee pulls him up. Strongly favoring the good leg, he staggers to keep his balance as Renee maneuvers him out the door, with Davin following closely behind.

It takes Renee a few too many moments of frustrated hauling along to realize Conrad isn’t just being difficult for the sake of it. He does try to keep up, but even the limping is off kilter, visibly dizzy. They’re halfway down the hall when he lets out a whine and sinks again, and Renee finds himself catching Conrad’s whole weight by the arm before he can fall on his face.

So be it. Renee picks him up. Hears the muffled croak as Conrad’s diaphragm is poised on one shoulder, the noises of discomfort for each step Renee takes. He’s skinny, but a hundred-and-some pounds still isn’t a light task to carry up a winding flight of stairs – by the time they reach the platform, Renee is winded once again, feels the sweat building under his clothes.

He drops Conrad rather unceremoniously in the open space in the middle of the room, and steps out of the spotlights’ rays to gather his bearings. Wipes his nose again – still bleeding, but it’s subsiding – as Davin takes up his usual seat behind the monitor, shaking the mouse to stir it from slumber. Their eyes meet. Renee is ready to snap back at another mention of the time, but it doesn’t come. Davin just turns to the computer. Types out a short command, then poises one elbow on the table, a closed fist covering his mouth.

Another deep breath, and more than one silent refrain of, It’s just a job. Get it over with. Renee turns. In passing, he hears the near-silent whisper from the body hunched on the floor.

“Don’t make me stand up.”

Gritting his teeth, Renee fishes both ends of the chain from the hook in the wall. It clinks from the exposed rafters above, sways with his movements as Renee returns to Conrad. He secures one end to the handcuffs by the heavy carabiner, fumbling briefly with the locking mechanism, getting more and more frustrated with how much his hands are shaking. Once it’s fastened, he pulls Conrad up by the arm again, eliciting a groan, and only lets go when Conrad’s trembling uncertainty has dimmed enough that he can at least keep himself vertical. And then Renee steps back, pulling the other end of the chain with alternating hands, until it draws taught, lifting Conrad’s bound hands up toward his shoulder blades. The wince, the way his torso curls forward, and his shoulders hunch to accommodate. He’s staring at the floor, teeth bared in a grimace. The streaks of blood on his face are drying rapidly under the heat of the lights, even if the wounds are still bleeding.

Renee can be cruel if he wants to. It’s nothing he hasn’t done before. Really, what’s another stream on his conscience? He can slip into the role of that giddy, vindictive host, and put on a show for the depraved. He can earn his fucking money, whatever that takes, and then fuck off to Vegas to see how long it’ll last. He pulls the balaclava out of his pocket, drags it over his head. These things are always mildly itchy, for some reason, and his stubble gets caught in the fabric when he moves his head.

It’s a reluctantly shared glance that settles it. A simple nod, and the press of a button. They’re live.

It takes him an extraordinary amount of time to speak. For the first minute of the stream, he slowly walks across the room to pick up a folding chair leaned against the wall. Its legs drag loudly across the floor as he hauls it back towards what he knows is center frame. “Ladies,” he mutters, and he lets that linger for a while. Flips open the chair, placing it no more than a foot from Conrad’s side. As he sits down, crossing one ankle over his knee, he lets out a sigh that gets caught in the fabric over his face. Scratches at his chin through the balaclava. “Gentlemen... Attic... Welcome. So on and so forth.

“It’s been a week, hasn’t it? But he’s not dead, so you can stop speculating. He’s even relatively intact still.” Renee hesitates. Nods his head towards Conrad’s face, but doesn’t take his eyes off the camera. “Don’t mind all that, we had a mutual disagreement.” He chuckles dryly, but it fades into another sigh, gaze wandering to the side. “Sure has been seven days on the calendar,” he mutters, trailing off for a moment, before he catches the eye of the lens again. “I wish I could show you all a gimp – sorry, glimpse of what’s been going on behind the scenes, but honesty, it’s been pretty uneventful. Just your average administrative bullshit. Paperwork, filing cabinets, office meetings… Boring shit. Lame, some might call it. Eh?”

He elbows Conrad lightly in the thigh, and although it elicits a hiss, Conrad doesn’t turn his head. Just keeps it bowed facing the opposite direction, hands curled into fists behind him.

“He agrees,” Renee concludes. Laughs again, and while it’s a far cry from genuine, he thinks it might at least be fake in a way that he can stomach. He makes a big show of stretching his arms out, only to fold his hands on the back of his head, leaning backwards. “Yeah, so, with all the usual coworker drama, I’ve been racking this galaxy brain of mine for ways we could have some fun for a change. Loosen up a little bit, y’know? Forget the stressors of our nine-to-fives in exchange for… something more lively. And the best way to do that, as far as I’m concerned—”

“I love my dad.”

Renee pauses. “Huh?”

Shoulders tense, eyes still fixed to the wall, blood dripping from his chin. Conrad blinks rapidly for a few seconds, swallowing. “I love my dad,” he says again, louder this time. Deep breath. “I love Howard.”

Renee nods a little, brows raised. “Heartwarming, C-boy.”

Swaying ever so slightly where he stands, Conrad continues. “I love Paisley, and Jude, and the, and the twins. I love Ma and Bill.”

Renee coughs. “I kinda had this whole bit planned out, you know.”

“I love, I love everybody.”

Renee snorts. “What, are you fuckin’ Jesus now? You know I’m included in that last one, right?”

Conrad lets out a terse breath though his nose. Still doesn’t look at him.

Renee casts a few raised-brow glances between Conrad and the camera. “Anythin’ else you’d like to share with the class?”

A minute shake of his head.

It’s that look Conrad has afterwards, resigned, something almost content in his posture, that finally makes it click for Renee. He freezes, feeling his shoulders sink. Suddenly struggles to process the implications of what just happened.

Was that goodbye?

For a few seconds, he forgets they’re live. Just sits there, hands still locked at the back of his head, staring into nothing. It takes a while before he’s able to gradually pull himself out of it. He clears his throat and gets to his feet, moves the chair off to the side. Wants to say something, to keep the show going, but he doesn’t know how.

Why today? Why did these big shows of defiance, this fucking declaration of martyrdom, have to come today, of all days, when Renee’s nerves are already in tatters, when the whole thing is already making him sick to his stomach?

He ends up by the table in the back, running his gloved fingers past the various objects. Eyes latch on to the syringe, waiting. The liquid encased in glass, measured out beforehand, is a clear brownish yellow. The needle is so slim, it’s barely even visible against the grain of the tabletop.

His voice sounds distant. Casual, but distant. “Hallucinogens are kind of funny,” he says. “There’s a plant called datura – it’s everywhere, it’s a weed, really. You smoke the leaves. Sometimes, it makes you trip for a few days. Other times, it triggers lifelong schizophrenia. Other times still, it just straight up kills you. Wild shit.”

He picks up the syringe, holds it carefully between two fingers as he circles back to Conrad’s side. Posture rounded as the guy pulls for comfort along the chain’s reach. His eyes are still fixed to the floor, but the muscles of his jaw are taught.

“This isn’t datura,” Renee says. “It’s not gonna drive you crazy, at least not permanently. I think,” he adds, laughing uncertainly. He can brush it off as a play on ignorance about the drug’s potency, but it’s a bait and switch. In reality, DMT isn’t all that - Renee just doesn’t know what to do.

How long is he supposed to wait for that feeling to reappear? The focus is lost, and in its place is this razor sharp amalgamation of everything and nothing at all. He can’t think.

They’ve gotta see through the act, whoever’s watching. Isn’t it fucking obvious?

Back at the fixture in the wall, he briefly pockets the syringe to haul the chain down further. The unmistakable whine from Conrad as his hands are forced upwards, arms stretching out behind him. Gasps of pain, an effort to writhe free that dissipates as he curls further forward to ease the strain on his shoulders. Soon enough, he has to stand on his toes, arms raised to the extent it looks unnatural, and Renee knows that if he keeps going, Conrad’s shoulders will both dislocate. He secures the chain then, and spends a few moments just circling, watching. Pretending.

Conrad is shaking again. The occasional jerk doesn’t seem intentional, it’s always followed by a small groan. The swelling of his face is starting to creep towards one eye, threatening to force it shut. Dried flakes of blood crack at every grimace, and the parts of his skin that aren’t dark red instead have a sheen, as beads of sweat spring from his forehead, his upper lip.

“Already out of breath, huh…?”

With all his energy spent keeping his weight off aching shoulders, it seems none can be spared for a flinch when Renee digs the syringe into Conrad’s shoulder.

Renee pushes the plunger in, slowly.

Halfway down, he hesitates. Eyes flickering.

Fuck it.

He pulls the needle out, quickly. As he trails backwards toward the camera, hands obscured from view, he drives the needle through the palm of his leather glove and bottoms out the plunger. Doesn’t feel it pinch, but he’s not sure he even would, it’s all muddled. He spins around again, grinning, and makes a show of brandishing the empty syringe to the camera before he tosses it away.

It's not penance, it doesn’t right his wrongs, and he’s not trying to dilute that fact; but maybe half and half is only fair.

Fair. Even as he picks the bat up, drags it along the floor, sees the distressed glances from the victim he circles. Fucking fair. Even as he raises it, and places the end in the middle of Conrad’s back, and pushes down.

A hoarse cry, but it’s wordless, so Renee increases the pressure. It finally draws out a “Stop – don’t.”

Renee snorts. He stops, only to come around and, drawing the bat in a wide arch behind him, he swings. The dull thud as it contacts Conrad’s abdomen, driving the wind out of him, doesn’t seem to hurt as much as the resulting full-body jerk. He trips in place, hands behind him open claws, body seizing, before he finally manages to heave in a breath. One proper cough, and a series of others that are suppressed to keep as still as possible.

The onset following an intramuscular injection is two minutes. Renee spots it in Conrad before he feels it in himself. As he circles, Conrad finally forgets the stoic act and strains to look him in the eye. Something there is dawning. A fear that feels more raw than it usually does, less inhibited. Dilated pupils which keep drifting, from Renee’s face to the bat, and eventually – to the wall behind Renee. His breath hitches in his throat, and he blinks hard, struggling to keep his gaze levelled in the same spot.

Renee brings the bat down again, overhand hit. He aims for the lower spine this time, and he doesn’t pull his weight. Conrad lets out a cry, and evidently fights the urge to not right his posture too much, as if he’s split between the pain in his back and the one in his shoulders. His voice creaks. “Please s-stop, please stop, it hurts, okay, please—”

Renee watches Conrad’s wide eyes drift again, and it’s strange. The guy keeps mumbling in that fragile, pleading way, and while it’s still presumably directed at Renee, his focus seems to be on the wall entirely.

“It hurts, okay, it hurts, it hurts—I didn’t—don’t hit me, don’t—”

He would’ve laughed. Perhaps in a past life, perhaps if he hadn’t felt it. He feels drunk, but not drunk. It’s the same lack of orientation, but missing the vital buzz. He raises the bat. He brings it down. He hears the cry of pain, the begging. Nothing.

“Stop, just stop, oh my god, please just stop—”

Whenever Renee moves, or breathes, or blinks, it feels detached, like he’s standing on one end of a tunnel, viewing reality through the pinhole at the other end. He brings the bat down, it draws out a scream, and this sequence is repeated ad nauseum, but nothing happens.

He brings the bat down, it does nothing, nobody’s there, he’s not even doing anything, he’s been dead for a while, his corpse is baking in the sun, the light is blinding, he can’t see, he doesn’t feel it, he can’t feel a thing, the sun isn’t even there, there is no sun, there is no tunnel, there is no corpse, there is no bat, but he brings it down, he doesn’t pull his weight, it’s what they want, he can be cruel, he brings it down –

It’s not until he hears the scream that Renee realizes the hollow thud of the bat against flesh was accompanied by another sound just then – a low pop of sorts, but wet-sounding, almost soggy. Gritting his teeth, he stumbles a few steps backwards, but the noise follows him, and Conrad is writhing. Something about his arm, gleaned from cries that all mesh together, the inarticulateness of his agony. The sound loops around the room like a vortex, deafeningly loud, amplified by itself like an endless feedback loop. Something about his arm.

The room is so hot. Nagging, pulsing.

Renee isn’t seeing things, but it feels like he might as well be. Feels like he’s frantically scrambling to scoop up all the fragments of something that shattered. Disorienting, nonsensical, churning. The bat slides from his palm, hitting the floor with a thunk before it rolls off to the side. He locks his hands over the nape of his neck, pacing, struggling to not fold forward, stomach lurching. He shakes his head in the hopes it’ll dislodge whatever fucking clot is causing it. He feels like a lump of butter sliding around a frying pan, slowly melting – of all the images he could’ve come up with, that’s the one that pops into his head. The ground underneath him is slippery, and whatever part of him hasn’t dissolved yet, under this kind of heat, it will.

In his periphery, Conrad’s bare feet shift. His bad leg is only supported by the toes, while the knee of the good leg bearing the brunt of his weight is visibly shaking from exertion. The strain of his body, the sweat collecting on his shirt, the blood coagulating on the floor. One shoulder is dislocated. One has to assume, given the strange way it dips in at the edge of his collarbone. Grotesque, gross-looking.

Renee lets his arms drop to his sides, shuts his eyes. Stands there for a few moments, panting, head bowed, just treading water. The fan of the server whirs dispassionately. The spotlights are hot on his back. A drop of sweat trickles down his right side, over the soft protrusion of the bottom of his ribcage. It feels like an ant snuck under all the black layers and is now crawling over his skin. Strange how the sensation stands out so much when others fight harder for dominance. The pain in his elbow, the nausea, the overwhelming bewildered sense of urgency. The ant, crawling.

Gasps for air, the creaking of exhausted pain, interspersed with the clicking of the chain at every attempt to reposition a trembling body in a way that might bring relief. Renee hears the pause, the effort to swallow, followed by a high groan, too drained to even sound afraid anymore. Groan after groan after groan.

Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck. Fuck.

Renee opens his eyes. He moves quickly; he has to.

His hands shake too badly to hit the camera’s button on the first go, so he sets his jaw and yanks out its power supply instead. He doesn’t spare a glance in Davin’s direction. Nor Conrad’s, as he resolutely crosses the floor. He has to pull the chain down a bit to free the link from the fixture in the wall, prompting a scream from Conrad, which turns into a yelp when the chain is freed, and Renee lets it go entirely. Conrad crumples to the floor like a ragdoll, with no chance of bracing himself for the landing. Doesn’t make a sound when he hits; maybe he blacked out.

Renee doesn’t stop to check the aftermath. He rips the balaclava off his head as he storms out of the room. Allows himself, finally, to heave for the air he’s been lacking. It’s all static in his head as he stumbles down the stairs, a tumultuous mess of half-finished thoughts, impulses, images flashing on repeat, blood and noise and flesh and screaming, hammering against the inside of his skull. His shoulder slams into the wall when the stairs pivot along their axis, and he staggers down the last flight, tripping at the bottom, landing on his hands and knees. Crawling forward, pausing when his lurching stomach finally wins, and he retches – dry. He lets out a grunt. Manages to push himself halfway to his feet again, but then he hits the wall, slides down, presses his back against the plaster, heaving. Stars dance across his vision, feels like a visualization of the pins and needles that wash through his whole body.

His hands shake so bad, it takes him five or six tries to finally get the button of the glove undone, and when he forcefully yanks the leather off, he hears a seam somewhere rip. Brownish liquid stains his hand, mixed with sweat, thick like honey, and just as sticky. His palm is otherwise spotless. No blood, no injection site.

The needle never breached his skin.

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Sahkil Tormentor, The Vermilion Mother

"RedQueen v.2" © ArtStation user Dalisa Art, accessed at their page here

[Sponsored by @alquitranofmystara. The Vermilion Mother is not the first sahkil tormentor I've written, but she is the first canon one. I've seeded this entry with a lot of references to my original works. The name I give as her true name, Mystricia, is the genus name for the nutmeg tree, which is potently toxic and hallucinogenic.]

Sahkil Tormentor, the Vermillion Mother CR 25 NE Outsider (extraplanar) This creature appears to be a horrifying combination of crone and carnivorous plant the size of a small tree. Her face is contorted into a horrible rictus and her skeletal wooden limbs end in terrible claws. Her hair is a sea of fronds, each one of which ends in a red bud that opens to reveal a fanged mouth.

Vermilion Mother Bloody Blossom, Mystricia, The Red Weed Concerns fecundity, overgrowth, psychoactive plants Domains Charm, Evil, Plant, Weather Subdomains Decay, Fear, Growth, Lust Worshipers drug addicts, evil druids, sarmaks Minions beldams, plant monsters, sahkils (especially pakalchis and qoloks) Unholy Symbol a hand covered in creeping red tendrils Obedience Ingest a toxic plant, or sow the seeds of a toxic plant in a place intended to be safe. Gain a +4 profane bonus on Fortitude and Will saving throws against effects from plants or plant creatures. Boons 1: sickening entanglement 2/day; 2: curse terrain 2/day; 3: green caress 2/day

The Vermilion Mother is the sahkil tormentor that represents the fear that animals have of losing control to plants. Everything to an annoying weed making a noble’s lawn ugly to that same noble getting addicted to opium and running their province into the ground is under her jurisdiction. As such, her cult has an unusual makeup. Many of her followers are druids who wish to use plants to overrun and destroy unnatural edifices. Others are hedonists seeking out new and unusual highs, who often become junkies that pray to her to make their trips longer and their side effects less severe. Perhaps the strangest of her worshipers are a cult of sarmaks, which consider one of the plants native to their planet, the ground-creeping red weed, as a physical embodiment of the Vermilion Mother’s influence.

The Vermilion Mother enjoys making combats with her drawn out and painful. Whenever she chooses, she is surrounded by an aura of grasping, hindering vegetation that she can move effortlessly through, and often isolates foes further with quickened walls of thorns. Her gaze causes a profound ennui, and creatures who see her often simply give up and let her tear them limb from limb. Her breath is a potent hallucinogen, and those affected have strange and terrifying hallucinations before they fall into a coma, their perceptions locked completely within their own body. Her claws break off and reform in the flesh of her victims, creating runners of razor-sharp vines that erupt into bonethorns once they have stripped away enough muscle and other tissue.

The Vermilion Mother’s true name is Mystricia, which is a closely guarded secret known only to her closest allies. The Vermilion Mother is the eldest of a trio of allied neutral evil demigods which act as something between a witches’ coven and a family. The other two are the daemonic harbinger Decied and the green (wo)man Briarpatch, both of whom also delight in ecological devastation and the introduction of new and strange lifeforms to an area. Although the Vermilion Mother is oldest, she is not the most powerful, but her advice and experience are respected by both of her fellows. She and Mahathallah have similar purviews and a cordial, but distant relationship.

The Vermilion Mother CR 25 XP 1,640,000 NE Huge outsider (evil, extraplanar, sahkil) Init +12; Senses darkvision 60 ft., greensight, Perception +42, tremorsense 120 ft. Aura overgrowth (100 ft.), unholy (DC 28)

Defense AC 43, touch (-2 size, +1 dodge, +8 Dex, +22 natural, +4 deflection) hp 565 (29d10+406); fast healing 15 Fort +27, Ref +28, Will +30; +4 vs. mind-influencing effects, paralysis, polymorph, sleep, stunning DR 20/epic and good; Immune charm, compulsion, death effects, disease, fear, poison; Resist cold 30, electricity 30, sonic 30; SR 41 Defensive Abilities floronic, freedom of movement

Offense Speed 50 ft., climb 30 ft. Melee 2 claws +42 (2d6+15/19-20 plus grab and implant), 4 bites +42 (1d6+15/19-20 plus bleed) Space 15 ft.; Reach 15 ft. Special Attacks bleed (1d6),breath weapon, look of fear, rend (2 claws, 2d6+22), spirit touch Spell-like Abilities CL 25th, concentration +35 Constant—freedom of movement, unholy aura (self only) At will—blasphemy (DC 27), charm monster (DC 24), confusion (DC 24), control plants (DC 28), fear (DC 26), greater teleport (self plus 50 lbs only), nightmare (DC 27) 3/day—green caress (DC 27), empowered horrid wilting (DC 28), mind fog (DC 25), serenity (DC 28), quickened waves of fatigue, quickened wall of thorns 1/day—control weather, dominate monster (DC 29), overwhelming presence (DC 31), rival’s weald (DC 29), summon sahkil (any of CR 20 or lower, 100%), weird (DC 31)

Statistics Str 40, Dex 27, Con 38, Int 25, Wis30, Cha 31 Base Atk +29; CMB +46 (+50 grapple); CMD 69 Feats Blind-fight,Combat Reflexes, Critical Focus, Dodge, Empower SLA (horrid wilting), Improved Critical (bite, claw), Improved Initiative, Power Attack, Quicken SLA (waves of fatigue, wall of thorns), Staggering Critical, Stand Still, Step Up, Stunning Critical Skills Bluff +42, Climb +38, Heal +42, Intimidate +42, Knowledge (arcana, geography, religion) +36, Knowledge (nature, planes) +39, Perception +42, Sense Motive +42, Stealth +32 (+40 in wooded areas), Survival +42, Swim +31; Racial Modifiers +8 Stealth in wooded areas Languages Abyssal, Celestial, Common, Druidic, Infernal, speak with plants, Sylvan, telepathy 300 ft. SQ easy to call, emotional focus, freeze (as tree), sahkil tormentor traits, skip between

Ecology Environment any land (Ethereal Plane) Treasure double standard Organization unique

Special Abilities Bleed (Ex) Bleed damage from the Vermilion Mother’s bites stacks with itself. On a critical hit, the bleed becomes 1 point of Constitution bleed instead. Breath Weapon (Ex) The Vermilion Mother can breathe a 60 foot cone of toxic powder once every 1d4 rounds. Creatures caught in the area are exposed to the following poison: Vermilion Powder—contact; save Fort DC 38; duration 1/round for 4 rounds; effect 1d8 Wisdom damage; cure 1 save. A creature that is suffering ability damage from vermilion powder hallucinates and babbles. It treats all creatures it can see as having concealment, and has a 20% chance to fail to speak correctly, including command words and spell components. The save DC is Constitution based. Floronic (Ex) The Vermilion Mother gains a +4 racial bonus on saving throws against mind-influencing effects, paralysis, polymorph, sleep and stunning effects. Implant (Su) Each time the Vermilion Mother deals damage with its claw attacks, its victim must attempt a DC 38 Fortitude save to avoid becoming infested by its seeds. If the victim fails, the seeds sprout into vines that swiftly propagate through its body, erupting from wounds and ripping through undamaged flesh, dealing 2d12 points of slashing damage per round at the start of the infected creature’s turn. An implanted creature can remove the vines with any spell or effect that cures disease, and the vines die if the host takes 20 or more points of fire damage in a single attack. A creature that has a skeleton and that dies while implanted is consumed over the course of 2d6 rounds, after which a new fiendish bonethorn under the Vermllion Mother’s control rises from the remains. A new bonethorn created in this manner from a Large or larger body can animate only a Medium-sized portion of the skeleton, resulting in strange, partially skeletal hosts that have similar statistics to a bonethorn grown from a humanoid host. Burning or otherwise completely destroying the victim’s body before the spores complete their consumption prevents it from becoming a new bonethorn. This is a disease effect. The save DC is Constitution-based. Look of Fear (Su) 30 ft.; Will DC 36, shaken 1 hour. A creature that succumbs to the Vermilion Mother’s look of fear is filled with ennui and cannot take actions. It can make a DC 36 Will save each round to remove the ennui effect, but is still shaken if it succeeds this save. The save DC is Charisma based and includes a +2 racial bonus for the Vermilion Mother’s emotional focus. Overgrowth Aura (Su) The Vermilion Mother is surrounded by a dense network of magical vegetation in a 100 foot radius. This functions as the overgrowth effect of the plant growth spell, except that it moves with the Vermilion Mother. Creatures with the plant type and sahkils can move through this foliage normally. The Vermilion Mother can suppress or resume this aura as a swift action. Sahkil Tormentor Traits (Ex/Su) The Vermilion Mother is a powerful unique sahkil. She gains access to the following abilities

Immunity to charm and compulsion effects, death effects, disease, fear effects and poison

Resist cold 30, electricity 30 and sonic 30

Telepathy 300 ft.

The Vermilion Mother’s natural weapons, as well as any weapons she wields, are treated as epic and evil for the purposes of overcoming damage reduction

Once per day, the Vermilion Mother can summon any sahkil of CR 20 or lower with 100% chance of success

The Vermilion Mother can grant spells, as listed in her divine information

Speak With Plants (Su) The Vermilion Mother can speak with plants, as per the spell, at will as a supernatural ability.

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zweetpea · 3 months

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TBRAHE 5.5 The mistress and her lover

CW: infidelity, might be bad/cringy, kinda gross stuff in the middle, Satoru can canonically see cursed energy so I just had to make up what people’s cursed energy looks like, also I know people who smoke who eat sunflower seeds to try to quit.

3rd person POV

Marissa skipped down the hallway to the king’s chambers, humming to herself giddily. “He’s going to adore me after this. That stupid bitch (Y/n) doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” A familiar male voice chuckled from the doorway of one of the rooms.

“Landy! What are you doing here?”

“I got a job, I wanted to help further our plans. Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Yes but-”

He grabbed her chin and pulled her toward him. “Then shut up and kiss me.” Landon smashed his lips onto hers. Sure she was enjoying it, but she knew this was risky.

She pulled away and hit his chest. “Are you insane? What if someone saw us? I swear you’re worse than that dumbass king.” She turned around and pouted.

He scoffed in jealousy. “Yeah? Tell me what he’s like.” He pulled her closer, draping an arm around her shoulder.

“He uses me as a gag toy every night and I have to pretend like I enjoy it. He tries to return the favor but it’s painfully pathetic, I can’t even get a good laugh out of it.”

“So how close are we to getting rid of the pesky royals.”

“He can’t divorce her without our plans going to shit and it seems like she won’t be leaving him anytime soon, despite the fact that I got this.” She flashed the ring at her lover.

“Hah! You actually got her ring?”

“It’s so big and gaudy. Can’t believe that she’d ever wear this, especially when he doesn’t wear his.”

“So we’ll just poison both. What’s the big deal?”

“She has a curse that can heal.”

“We’ll kill that thing then.”

“As if she’d let us get near it.”

“Well…” He looked around and saw Shoko and her assistants carrying Satoru, Suguru and Chisa to the med bay on stretchers. “Shit!” He unhooked himself from Marissa and she turned around to look at them too.

“Ruru!” She gasped and followed them.

Landon stayed back and huffed. His girlfriend was being dragged away, this whole thing was her idea and he was really regretting going along with it.

Soon enough Addison came running towards them. Landon stood in her path and propped his elbow against the wall. If Marissa was allowed to have a side piece surely Landon could flirt with a girl.

“Well, well, well~ what’s a cutie like you doing here?”

“I’m not interested.” She moved to walk around him. He scowled and grabbed her wrists.

“Cmon, babe. Don’t be a prude.”

“My duties lie first and foremost with the queen.” She struggled to move away.

“Ah~ so that’s how it is? Next time you two are going at it, you should let me watch.”

“Excuse me?” Addison face lights up red.

“Two women rolling around groping each other is so erotic.”

“My relationship with her is completely platonic and professional. I have never looked at her like that and I never will.”

“Maybe you’d let me rail you then. I mean, you hang out with sorcerers so much. Clearly I’m your type- ack! You bitch!” Addison had smashed her foot onto his.

“Consider yourself lucky that it wasn’t you balls. I figured that I’d aim for the bigger target.” She winked and ran off to (Y/n)’s room.

“I can’t believe I did that.” She mumbles to herself, in fear and adrenaline.

—~+~—

Inside of the infirmary everyone sat quietly. Satoru was very angry, the rage practically seethed off of him. He knew something was wrong, he could see it. There was cursed energy flooding off Marissa’s body. Something wasn’t right.

‘She’s a human, she doesn’t have any cursed energy. It’s not mine either, mines flowy and bright light blue. Suguru’s is a dark mahogany color and it’s slimy and drippy like tentacles. My wife’s is vermilion but mostly stays in thin puffs around an object. Shoko’s is light brown and looks thin like snakes. That brat leaching on my wife has cursed energy. His is black with specs of gold and shaped like stars and crescent moons thought.’

“Ruru.” ‘The energy surrounding Marissa is a yellowish green. It’s thick and untamed, tangled like a ball on yarn.’ “Please talk to me Ruru.” ‘It’s on her shoulders. It’s on her chin. It’s the strongest on her lips.’

“I’m leaving Shoko.”

“Hey! Get back here you idiot!” She yelled.

“I want to go talk to my wife.”

“Your wife is fine, Gojo. If she cares about you, she’ll come down herself to see you.” Shoko chews some sunflower seeds since she can’t smoke in the hospital wing.

“Her highness wants to see the king.” Addison announced her presence.

“Really?!” Gojo sat up happily.

“She’s not here right now, but she was on her way here..” ‘It just might not have been to see the king.’ Addison thought. ‘It’s just a little white lie, (Y/n) will forgive me, she always does. This country needs the king and queen to get along.’ “I’m here to bring Chisa back to the Queen’s chambers. Something came up and the queen had to go.”

Addison walked over to Chisa. “I’m dead? I must be because I’m seeing angels.”

“If you weren’t coughing blood I’d smack you for that.” Addison smiled.

“Oh! My apologies, lady Addie. Why is everything white?”

“You’re in the infirmary. Come on.” She slung his arms around her shoulders and pulled him onto her back. “Good day everyone.”

“Did she just-?” Geto cut himself off.

“I don’t want to think about it.” Shoko sighed.

—~+~—

It was the next day and Marissa had slept in the kings bed with Landon. “Morning my love!” She kissed him.

“It’s going to be like this every day once we’re sitting pretty at the top.”

Gojo had spent the night in the infirmary upon Shoko’s insistence. That morning the two of them were going to have breakfast like they did every morning.

“I’m going to take a bath, you go see Shoko ‘kay?”

“Alright.” Landon walked down the stairs to the infirmary and was met with the king instead of Shoko.

“Yellow string.”

“Orange… spatula. Are we playing a game your highness?”

“Stay the Hell away from my girlfriend!” The king threatened, and left.

—~+~—

‘Everything was ruined! He found out about me and Landon!’ Marissa weeped in her cell with Landon and Rachelle.

Satoru was on his knees in the dining hall tear’s running down his face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so so Sorry!” She shouted as his wife left him to cry.

“Your highness?” He looked up and saw Addison standing over him with a handkerchief, she handed it to him. “Don’t screw up again. The fate of your kingdom hangs in the balance.” She looked at him coldly and turned to leave after his wife.

The once powerful king Gojo Satoru was all alone.

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the-bi-library · 9 months

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Bi books out in August!

Books listed:

💕 Everyone's Thinking It by Aleema Omotoni (UK edition) 💕 I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me by Jamison Shea 💕 A Vermilion Curse by DC Guevara 💕 The Last Girls Standing by Jennifer Dugan 💕 Between Wind and Water by Shawna Barnett 💕 With Love, from Cold World by Alicia Thompson 💕 Gimmicks and Glamour by Lauren Melissa Ellzey 💕 Text Appeal by Amber Roberts 💕 Prophet by Sin Blaché, Helen Macdonald 💕 Pride and Prejudice and Pittsburgh by Rachael Lippincott 💕 The Details by Ia Genberg, Kira Josefsson 💕 Not Just Gal Pals by Elizabeth Luly 💕 The Midnight Kingdom by Tara Sim 💕 Reality In Check by Emily Banting

Here is the goodreads list of these books.

Make sure to check the TWs for each book if necessary 💕

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spark-gem · 1 year

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Hey! Would I be able to request some headcannons for Nozel and Fue getting drunk after celebrating something and being chaotic? 🦅🦁 Thanks!

Content Warning For Alcohol Consumption.

Fuegoleon Vermilion

In canon, he is I believe to be the 4th highest in alcohol tolerance

It's gotta be the strongest bottle of sangria or something.

But let's be honest, his sister challenged him to a drinking contest and he didn't want to back down from her.

I imagine that when he's drunk he is no filter so all tact goes out the window.

Either super sentimental or supercritical.

He will either tell you how much you mean to him in a weird but sentimental way or drop some cursing at the next idiot that frustrates him.

So it's a toss-up. Someone will either become his spouse or sit there awkwardly listening to his rant on someone's code of conduct and how undisciplined they were.

Nozel Silva

In cannon, he is 3rd WORST in alcohol tolerance.

Maybe 2 drinks in and just closes his eyes because the world is spinning.

He looks dignified but his words definitely slur when speaking

Will deny it though

If someone plays their cards right, he might have his mental walls lowered a bit to pay someone a compliment.

Dignified but he's definitely more outwardly sympathetic than normal before just falling to the floor.

#my writing #black clover #black clover writing #black clover headcannons #black clover fanfiction #black clover fuegoleon #black clover nozel #nozel silva #fuegoleon vermillion

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golden-heretic · 2 months

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🌹 A VERMILION CURSE ✨️

🏹 Baldur's Gate 3 meets BatCat 🐾

When a wandering scholar turned mercenary steps into a ransacked city in search of ancient wisdom to a forbidden religion, the last thing he ever expects is a dangerous woman with a price on her head who desperately needs his help.

Tropes Include:

🥂 decadent parties & aphrodisiacs

🔮 dark rituals of forbidden magic

🤝 Reluctant-Allies-To-Lovers

♥️ constant bickering

🗡️battle couple

🐾BatCat dynamic

🏳️‍🌈 Bi FMC x Demi MMC/Queer-normative world

☆ Adult ☆ Fantasy-Romance ☆ Now available in Kindle, Paperback & KindleUnlimited ☆

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miaisnotacat · 1 year

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Name: Ling Luo

Age: 16

Height: 163cm

Weight: 52kg

Birthday: July 14

Nationality: Chinese

Gender: Female

Signing age: 13

Timeline: The original timeline has been destroyed by the rescue witch (Madoka Witch), so I can only wander between parallel universes

character:

Gentle and kind, not very courageous but always pretending to be brave and decisive, will think carefully before doing things, but because of easy self-denial and no actual action, often have an evasive mentality, and the inner drama is very serious

Likes: drawing, handmade, fantasy, chocolate

Dislikes: Bitter melon, people who trust you, betrayal

Soul Gem Color: Vermilion, Amber

desire:

"I want to see other worlds and become friends with everyone there!"

Originally, there was very little karma, and she should have become a witch directly after making a wish to "explore other worlds and meet new friends" that transcended her own karma, but because of the particularity of the wish, Lingluo in other universes and her After the combination, the causality is also folded, making it the existence with the largest amount of causality in this universe

Inherent ability: <space jump>

Traveling through different time and space and worlds, and people in other worlds will have an inexplicable affection for her

(As long as it is within the scope of the second dimension, you can go there)

Derivative capacity:

〈Teleportation Barrier〉

Creates two teleportation arrays within the visible area

(Its usage is similar to the game "Portal")

Unique Weapons:

Knife, often used in melee combat, is also a tool for <space jump>

Derived weapons:

Bow, often used for ranged attacks

Double-ended knife, mainly used as a temporary foothold, and occasionally used as a weapon

Shotguns, I am a little afraid of gunshots, so I don't like to use them

The reason for despair: under the guidance of qb, I think that I shouldn't set foot in other worlds from the beginning, and I feel that if I don't interfere, my original universe will not be destroyed

Witching:

"In a certain parallel universe, she exists on the same level as the Relief Witch"

Witch of false gods; whose nature is gaffe

This witch is sad because of the mistakes she made in the past. She can't think of a solution, so she chooses to pretend to sleep to avoid the problem, but the timid witch may be "woke up" as long as there is a little commotion

worship

Servant of the Witch of a False God; whose duty is to be a believer

These subordinates were turned into cursed humans. They worshiped the witch extremely and regarded her as a god. They waited on the witch all day long, hoping to get a response from the witch one day.

angels

Servant of the Witch of the False God; whose duty is to protect

He thinks he is the witch's messenger, and for her sake, he will do whatever it takes to eliminate the intruders who disturb the witch

Witch's Enchantment:

The barrier is so huge that it covers the entire earth, making all human beings except the magical girl cursed

Although the witch's own ability does not need to hide in the barrier, but because the witch is too timid, she has been hiding in the depths of the barrier

一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一 The content is google translation, my English is very bad

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#madoka magica oc #madoka magica

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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could you make like, a part 2 of the obssessive ex ask but with blue, sycamore and norman? 💞

Finally, I get to write blue, my favorite asshole. This is the last one of these I’ll do cause picking characters hurts my head.

Professors assistant lives in my head today.

💙Blue💙

- Your relationship with Grimsley was a fun but chaotic one. He always said he never wanted to tie you down or be tied down, and you knew and understood that, and you thought he did too since he was the one who said it.

- In the year you were with Grimsley things went from fun to horrible.

- He started getting more and more possessive. At Casinos you were his eye candy, stray too far and he’d get mad, talk to another guy he’d get mad.

- It was almost every day with him.

- You felt bad though, his Pokémon loved you, so much healthier than he did.

- The dark type trainer would pin you down wherever he saw fit, grabbing you by the jaw to remind you you’re his, and he will not take your disobedience lightly. His grips on your wrists and waist have become painful.

- You knew you had to leave, he had done this a few more times, each time his grip getting harsher. But luckily for you, you didn’t live with him, after all he always said he never wanted to be tied down.

- It was easy to pack up and move in secret.

- Kanto would be easy to hide away in. And that’s exactly what you planned on doing

- Even better you landed a job as a professor’s assistant with relative ease.

- And with your knowledge of Unovan Pokémon along with your team, you got it.

- A more easy going professor, in his 30’s with the mellowed out arrogance about him.

- Blue was a friendly guy in the same sense a mega banette accident cursed its trainer.

- You two became friends rather quickly. You two would get into playful roasting session all the time. He was very lively in a way, and with a fun personality to match.

- Blue was never demanding of you either, well outside of work. But aside from that he never bothered.

- Though he was appalled you haven’t made friends aside from him here in Kanto.

- “What are you a hermit? Doesn’t matter, you’ve been here what? A year, almost two? Come on you moron, we are meeting up with my friends.”

- “Right now?”

- “Uuuhh yeah right now, let’s get movin!”

- Leaf was happy to have another friend in the group, she only hopes you can join her in more girly things, but understands if that makes you uncomfortable. However shopping trips are a must!

- Red didn’t give a reaction but the other two seem to have a good read on him, and apparently he was happy to meet you.

- You were grateful to have new friends. They are nothing but warm and welcoming to you.

- Blue is insistent on showing you around Kanto when you tell him you usually stick to the few places you frequent, the lab, and your home.

- In the time he is doing this he realizes he’s fallen for you, you’re so precious in his eyes.

- He was determined to make it count but Red beat him to it.

- You and the group were hanging out. Blue’s Arcanine adores you so you were using him as a pillow before Red approached your spot on the floor.

- “Need me to move?”

- He simply shakes his head before signing.

- You were still learning before you wanted to understand him better.

- Blue was just coming back from the kitchen to see it and gasps.

- “I never thought I’d see the day my own best friends becomes a traitor.” Blue tried playing it cool until you looked at him, with those sweet warm eyes.

- “You like me?” You sounded so small.

- “Yeah, yeah I do, I was waiting to take you to Vermilion city and tell you there, but it seems SOMEONE is a snitch.”

- You accepted it right on the spot “cool, we can go to Vermilion city as our first date!”

- Blue screamed internally.

- Turns out he’s as soft as his own Arcanine.

- This man spoils you with outings, gifts, quality time, dates, anything he can do he is doing it.

- And unlike your ex, he encourages you to go out on your own, maybe even take Leaf with you, but if you’re still nervous he will lend you one of his Pokémon. He knows your own team is strong but also know a little part of him is calming.

- Blue never leaves you out of anything. And for a man who can flirt with you and praise you until you pass out from heat exposure, he dies if he ever sees you in any of his things.

- Everyone knows your Blue’s partner, his PDA is simple hand holding, arm around your shoulders or waist, and a few kisses. And he always talks about you.

- His retired grandpa knew you and almost everything about you before he met you.

- Blue is the most attentive and sweet boyfriend you could ever ask for.

- He takes pictures and selfies with you all the time and posts them.

- But this time you two were in Alola. Him and Red being former champions and practically legends, they were invited to battle.

- With a plus one Blue used his to bring you along.

- And you three had a blast! The beach was amazing and so nice to swim at. The new Pokémon were exciting to see! You spoke with professor Kukui a bunch and his wife professor Burnet about them.

- The trip was amazing.

- Even when Red and Blue had to leave for what they were brought here for, it was still fun! You met so many kind people and tried so much good food. You didn’t think anything could ruin this trip.

- But it was like he came out of nowhere.

- One moment you were walking around the Malie garden, cooing at some Alolan meowths.

- The next he was right in front of you, hair no longer completely black and skin much paler than you remember, but it was Grimsley if that smug bastard smirk was anything to go by.

- You didn’t even look at him, just casually typing on your phone, when in reality you’re internally screaming and texting every code word you can to Blue.

- “My sweet kitty cat! Oh how rude of you it was to leave me like that.” The former elite mocks being hurt.

- You turn to the meowth by you “you hear something?” Only getting a huffy purr back.

- Grimsley’s face twists into a snarl “you think you can just play these little games with me!?”

- “I mean it’s clear to me we broke up, I don’t know what you’re hung up about, I mean it’s been years.” If you can just stale him a little longer so you can leave.

- “I don’t appreciate you pulling a stunt like that. Oh how worried I was, how furious I am.” He keeps stepping closer with each you take back.

- He goes to grab you but your dodge. Taking that as your cue to start running.

- Grimsley yells and takes off after you.

- You were just at the entrance when you ran into blue.

- “Are you okay!?”

- “Oh thank Arceus!” You were trying to pull him away to get away with you but Grimsley caught up.

- “Let go of them. We were having a conversation.”

- Blue looks at your panicked state and glares at the other man.

- “Not much of a conversation if they ran like that. The hell gives you the right?”

- Grimsley looks shocked and enraged at this. “They are mine, that’s what!”

- “If I see you near them after this I will not be held liable for what I will do.” You’ve never heard blue talk so deathly calm.

- “Would be a shame if anyone heard about a crazy stalker attacking a legends partner, I wonder how badly your reputation would suffer when your cuffed to a hospital bed. Now, choose your next set of words carefully.”

- Even you’re shocked at Blue’s words.

- Grimsley huffs, stews on his thoughts before taking his leave.

- “Are you okay?” He asks you again, but much softer. His arms holding you to his chest.

- “Yeah…yeah I’m okay, thank you.”

- Blue kisses the top of your head. “You’re safe with me. I’ll kill a man.”

- You chuckle at attempt to lighten the mood.

- You picked a good one.

✨Sycamore✨

- Your relationship with the Hoenn league champion was amazing at first. Steven was always so sweet and attentive, even if his work kept him busy.

- He made time for you and loved you. You don’t know what changed, his love turned aggressive.

- He started crying and panicking everytime you’d leave the house. Gripping your arms tightly, sobbing for you to stay. And you did, foolishly. He’d go on and on about how much he loved you and wanted to marry you, to and distraught that you simply went to get the mail.

- You told him it was over but he refused to believe you.

- So you just left. Packed up what you could, blocked him and everyone who follows him or is friends with him and left for Kalos.

- When you landed you instantly got to work for the professor of the region.

- You thought sycamore was a very attractive man but you left it at that. He had two other assistants, but with so much to do he didn’t mind the extra help.

- In fact he found you to be a breath of fresh air! You were polite and kind but you never bent over backwards to do so.

- Being friends with you took time but with how charming and a little goofy he is you found it hard to keep him out.

- The melodramatic man was a delight to have in your life. He even told you to call him by his first name when business hours are over.

- He wanted to show you everything Kalos had to offer.

- At the garden is where he confessed.

- “I hope I’m not over stepping but these flowers truly don’t compare to you, they do however give you the most eye catching glow, with the way the sun light catches them and their color bounces off you. Ah truly a gorgeous sight.”

- Despite your flushed expression you had to ask “are you asking me out?”

- “Oh how you wound me me so! You’re just now noticing?”

- Needless to say everyone who walked into the office knew. Sycamore is not a subtle man, he gushed about you all the time, to your face, around you, even when you aren’t around even knows he loves you.

- Even the bartenders have to deal with his drunk self crying about how much he loves you and showing them pictures of your guys’s dates.

- The professor pulled at all the stops! Even at work he will lean over your desk just to give you the cheesiest pick up line as if you two aren’t married.

- “ if I could rearrange the alphabet I would put U and I together.”

- “Augustine we have been married for three years.”

- “OH MY SWEET FLOWER HATES ME!” As he falls to the ground, pretending you’ve just killed him.

- “You really married the professor, huh.” The other assistant says.

- You sigh with a smile “yeah, yeah I did, oh if only he hadn’t perished he could’ve gotten a kiss.”

- And he perks his head up “a kiss you say?”

- “Augustine you nerd, come here.”

- He usually isn’t that playful especially at work, but it’s cute. Usually he is much calmer, but it’s nice.

- Steven caught wind of this, your marriage to the Kalos professor and he was livid and beyond hurt that you would downgrade just to get away from him!

- Steven made a trip to Kalos with the hope of getting you back.

- Only to be shocked when he wasn’t allowed to see the professor.

- “I’m sorry Mr. Stone, you’re on the banned list, you’re not allowed up into his office.”

- But Steven wouldn’t leave, said he refuses to leave until he sees you.

- “Professor should I call the authorities? Or do you want to come handle this?” The receptionist called.

- You and the professor share a confused look before Sycamore leaves to go see what the problem is.

- Stepping out of the elevator he sneers.

- “Oh, I see, call the police.” The professor kept his cool, but was stern.

- And the receptionist got right on that. Even as Steven glares at him.

- “I want them back!”

- “Tragic, they don’t share your sentiment.” Sycamore kept himself between Steven and the elevator, he’s heard your stories of this man, he refuses to ever let that happen again.

- Steven stares at him in shock “I just want my fiancé back, is that so hard for you to grasp!?”

- “They broke up with you and left you before you ever popped the question. I will be going back to my spouse after this, we have much work to do.”

- When officers arrived they had to drag the champion out, truly a spectacle to see.

- But his spouse his happy upstairs.

- Sycamore wonders what he should cook for dinner tonight.

🦥Norman🦥

- Palmer was a joy at first, a little air headed and rushing into things head first, but it was a refreshing. Having only been dating six months he wanted you to meet his son.

- And in the same breath about how he wanted another kid, but with you, then about what kind of wedding you two would have.

- Six months in and you’re glad he said all of this so you could leave.

- At first you expressed that it was much too soon for any of that but he wasn’t listening. Even straight up telling you he’s going to stop using protection to get what he wants.

- That was enough for you, he was so confused on why you were breaking up with him. He didn’t want you to. Even trying to cuff you to the bed to keep you.

- But you left, terrified about what he’d actually do and made your way to Hoenn.

- It’s quite a nice place. And you work at the Petalburg city pokemart! A simple quiet job where you won’t be spotted!

- But two young boys stopped in frequently. The sweetest things you’ve ever helped.

- And a man was with them this time, whom over hearing is the one in the white hats dad.

- And who you realized was the gym leader of this town.

- It seems he’s trying to teach his son the importance of a string team, use of Pokémon centers, and not spending all his money on healing items. And to only buy as many as necessary.

- And it seemed the boy had enough, marched right up to your counter and asked you to battle him to prove a point.

- “Brendan! Mind your manners, I’m deeply sorry.”

- “It’s fine, I will gladly battle him.”

- And you did, you tried going easy on him but his dad picked up on it instantly.

- Brendan put up a good fight but lost. Then he instantly declared you a new rival.

- Norman was apologizing for those but you thought it was adorable.

- You two bonded over Brendan. And learned he had shared custody with his ex wife, the both co parented swimmingly.

- Brendan seemed to really like you so that was always a bonus.

- Norman was a stern but loving man, very dedicated to his work and son. Firm but affectionate, and very level headed to boot.

- And was weak to affection from you, always trying to play it cool when you have him the smallest amount.

- You two fell into a relationship seamlessly.

- Date nights every Friday or every other Friday, walks along the beach, picnics, training days of course.

- “Spending time with you is always a blast, mixing work and play makes time go by even faster!”

- Neither of you were on social media much.

- So how Palmer found you made your heart sink. Norman already knew about everything, and was more than ready to fight him on sight.

- Norman had no trainers in and with the gym being right next door he decided to come by and help you unload a few boxes of items.

- The two of you chatting and the occasional flirty comment never failed to make him blush.

- Even after a few years it still gets him.

- But the doors sliding up caught both of your attentions.

- You walked to the front and started greeting the customer as you usually did before Norman hears you scream and you running back in and locking the door, just in time to hear someone slam against it.

- “Come on! Even after all this time you still just won’t stop running away!”

- Norman looks between your horrified expression, and with the words being spoken he put two and two together.

- “Dearest are you alright?”

- Despite the fist pounding on the door you nod.

- A growl was heard “who’s that? You can’t be with somebody else! You’re mine remember?”

- Norman clenches his jaw and moves you away from the door, whispering to you to call officer Jenny or something.

- “Cause if I handle it I’m going to jail.”

- You were still too scared to laugh but nod again and frantically called people.

- “Sir they aren’t yours, please refrain from being so rash. Calm down and we can just forget this every happened.”

- “Eh!? Don’t tell me what to do homewrecker!”

- “Sir there was no home to wreck.” Norman listens to you talk on the phone, just quiet enough the man on the other side can’t hear.

- They should be here soon.

- With lights outside Palmer swears, before taking off what he could only assume was a window.

- With a statements given and taken you two are free to go.

- Norman never left your side for a week, even asking if you wanted to sit in the gym with him, just to give you peace of mind.

- He did everything from checking the windows three time before bed, under the bed, the closets, anything just to make you feel safe.

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hinatastinygiant · 8 months

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7 | Vermilion

Pairing: Itadori x Fem!Reader

The Encounter

Your hands are helplessly bound behind your back as the kidnapper proceeds to cook a pot of bland-looking oatmeal over a small fire. The smell of the unappetizing meal fills the air and dread gnaws at you as you continue to think about how to get out of this situation.

Carefully, the man takes a spoonful of his tasteless concoction and gently feeds you, forcing you to accept with each bite. You can't help but hate the food, everything about it is unappealing.

Between bites, your voice trembles as you summon the courage to ask, "Where are we?"

Your kidnapper continues to stuff another spoonful into your mouth, his expression without emotion. "In the woods," he answers plainly.

Then, you can't stop your curiosity from getting the better of you. "Do you live out here?"

He lets out a sigh, as if deciding whether to answer your question. Finally, he nods. "I have a house. Well, more like a cabin. It's about a mile south of here. But I only really go there to watch the television sometimes because it really sucks without the internet out here," he shrugs nonchalantly, as if his double life in the woods and the cabin is a normal thing.

Suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in your head. You realize that his cabin, so close to where you are now, might be your only chance to find help and escape from this nightmare.

That night, after your kidnapper has fallen asleep and you find yourself alone, awake in the eerie forest. Your heart pounds in your chest as you begin to fiddle with your bonds, determined to free yourself. Slowly, you manage to loosen your restraints enough to slip one hand out, and then the other. Adrenaline surges through you as you break free and make a desperate rush towards his house.

Inside, you find a landline and, without hesitation, you dial Itadori's number. Your hopes skyrocket as you hear the phone ring, but they're ruined just as quickly as the line suddenly goes dead right when Itadori answers with a hopeful "Hello?"

Panic courses through you as you glance around. Your worst fears come true as you spot a shadow lurking just outside the nearby window. Your kidnapper has followed you here, and the realization sinks in that this was all a trap, yet again.

Dread fills your heart as you race to the back door, only to find it locked from the outside. You hate how strategically he's planned every detail of this ordeal, and you can't help but wonder how many others have fallen victim to his twisted game.

Just as despair threatens to consume you, something heavy smacks against the back of your head, and the world fades into darkness.

When you regain consciousness, your head throbs with a pounding headache. You find yourself bound with handcuffs and gagged, sprawled on the cabin's couch. Your attempt has failed, and the chilling truth settles in - you may never see your friends again.

ITADORI'S P.O.V.

It's raining again, and we're still out here searching for Y/N. The worry has begun to eat me alive, and after that strange call I received a few minutes ago that ended abruptly, only added to my sense of unease.

All three of us are completely soaked, the damn weather not showing us any mercy. And despite all our efforts, I can't sense any curses in the area. Even Fushiguro's attempts with his dogs yielded no results.

"Guys, I think we should turn back and get some rest," Nobara says just a bit after eleven that night. "We need some sleep so we can continue the search in the morning."

However, with my growing concern about Y/N, I disagree with her. "No! How could you even think about turning back now?" I question both of them, my anxiety and frustration bubbling over. "If we go back then you're just being terrible friends!"

"Oh don't be a child," Fushiguro chimes in. "You need to think things through. If you don't, then you'll be the one who's a terrible friend."

"Well that's fine with me because I'm not just her friend anyway. I love her and I'm pretty sure she feels similarly," I huff, not realizing what I'm saying until it's too late. The words slip out so unexpectedly, and the two of them freeze, their expressions a mixture of shock and surprise.

My heart pounds in my chest, and I gulp, realizing that I wasn't supposed to confess like this, not without Y/N, and certainly not under these circumstances.

"I knew it!" Nobara makes a failed attempt at whispering to herself. "I knew something was going on with you two."

"How long has it been?" Fushiguro chimes in, trying to dilute Nobara's words.

"Uh, a few months," I answer shly, knowing exactly how she'll react.

"Months?!" Nobara's voice booms. "And neither of you told us? What the hell, Itadori?!"

"We don't have time for this," I gulp, trying to steer the conversation back to finding Y/N. However, Nobara insists on me sharing the details about me and Y/N, and I reluctantly agree, promising to do so only if they both agree to continue walking with me.

After the deal is set, we continue to walk through the woods. Not too much later, we stumble upon a tent and a small laundry line tied between two trees.

Fushiguro sets his dogs on the site, but still, there's no trace of a curse which solidifies our suspicions that whoever took Y/N is a human.

As I look around, I notice rope and the remnants of a fire from early this morning which immediately grabs my attention. There's no doubt about it, Y/N was definitely here. I just don't know why or where she has been taken, but I'm determined not to stop until I finally do find her, despite what the others might say about rest. What matters to me is finding Y/N.

The Encounter

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For generations only the women in the family were born with the powers to see the supernatural and with them they were given the duty of protecting the main family from any harm that could come for them.

That was until Kohaku was born, a male with the eyes that could see the unseen, the main family wasn't notified of his birth, a miscarriage they announced, and with that he was hidden behind walls, never to learn how to protect himself or other's from the supernatural. His childhood was filled with memories of spirits trying to hurt him, many of which could have succeeded had it not been for his sisters, to a point that he started to run away at the mere sight of one.

It didn't help that the entire house was made to deal with the supernatural with charms, incantations, cursed objects lying around as if they were normal house decorations. So, after turning 15 he left, with prior consultation of the elders, leaving behind the life he knew until then, moving into a small apartment provided by one of his sister's and looking for odd jobs that would accept someone his age with no previous experience or basic education.

The spirits are still there, but this time around they didn't orbit around him, they had their own life and rules in the city, some even lived alongside humans who were none the wiser their friends weren't as human as they thought. After a while he started getting used to some of them, the more human looking ones were the easiest to deal with as they were the most ingrained in normal human society, even as far as being friends with some.

This was the life he knew for the past 3 years, he still lived in the same apartment, this time paid entirely by him, he even got a permanent job now, in a hidden cafe owned by another with powers like him, there were still spirits that reminded him of his past, of which he still ran away from, but life was peaceful and he wouldn't have it any other way.

That was until now, new tenants came and went in his building, it was a normal process in the city afterall, be it humans or spirits that decided, for some reason or another, to live by society's rule. What wasn't normal was a fox showing up at his doorstep before he went to work, he could see it wasn't a normal fox, the power he felt from it sure wasn't something foxes had after all. At first he let out a small yelp at the sight then hunched over to try and see what he was dealing with.

The fox had a deep vermilion fur and black markings around his ears and paws, he could see it was shivering, letting out small whines from time to time, his first instinct was to do what he normally does with random spirits on his day, that being running away from it, but the fox looked so miserable with all the shivering and whining that he couldn't just let it be.

So, with his entire body shaking, he scooped up the creature, taking it inside his apartment. The apartment by itself wasn't anything too grand, composed of 2 bedrooms and a small kitchen next to a living room, but it was more of a home than where he grew up in. He took the small spirit into his bedroom and carefully laid it in his bed, the little fox let out a small purr at the feeling of hitting something soft quickly burrowing into the blankets that were still on the bed, he let out a small chuckle at the sight, even if it's a spirit he still was on the cuter side of the scale.

He would let the creature in his room while he went to work, it would probably have recovered by the time he got home. It wasn’t the first time he helped a small spirit get better, some took more time to recover, but they were always friendly after, always gifting him some small trinket or money as a thank you. He even managed to meet some of them later around the city.

This one spirit just looked tired, it probably was another victim of losing their usual habitat and found themselves lost in the city, wandering with no direction until they found a replacement or disappeared into thin air. At least this way it would have another fighting chance.

He walked towards the bedroom door, glancing behind to see the ball of fluff currently sinking further into his sheets.

"Don't break anythin' hear me"

The fox let out a small snore and curled further into itself. Cute little bastard. He took his bag and keys and headed out for the small cafe.

The cafe was busy as always in the first hours of the morning. The store wasn't anywhere near the center of the city, hidden away in the small neighborhood his boss grew up in, but it had a good reputation, mostly thanks for their delicious food.

He remembers when he first applied to the job, he had been jumping from job to job for around a yeat at that point, only to find the small cafe when returning from a random job he had, seeing a small poster looking for a new waiter.

The first few weeks working at the cafe were hard, all those sketchy jobs he had been used to didn't prepare him for this afterall, he fumbled over orders, spilled drinks and forgot some of his tasks. His boss, Niki, didn't let him quit though, encouraging him to continue everytime he thought about quitting.

Kohaku once asked why Niki had chosen him from all the other much more experienced candidates for the position, Niki had only smiled at him and said he reminded him of someone he knew.

Later on he met that someone, a fox spirit that had run away from home and Niki took in out of pity. That someone also was the biggest annoyance in his life, that was also now bothering him while he worked.

"Kohaku-chan~ Can you bring me another glass of this?" He shook the glass from side to side making the slowly melting ice cubes hit the glass making an annoying sound out of it.

He was currently splayed into the sofa near the entrance, playing a game with some small animal-like spirits that, unfortunately, got roped into the game. How Niki managed to share the same roof with this guy and not have killed him already is unknown, but what he did know was that Rinne wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted, be it sooner or later, one way or another.

What exactly the fox did when he wasn't at the cafe was a mystery, but he always showed up at one time or another, entering the shop loudly and taking his place into the sofa.

“Rinne-kun! Stop bothering him!” Niki, his savior, begins walking up towards them, probably having enough of Rinne making a ruckus into the cafe.

“Niki, my lovely wife” He shot up for his seat hitting a poor spirit on the way. “Kohaku-chan was just helping me win another game see~” He showed all the trinkets he managed to ‘win’ from the other spirits, his tail wagging from side to side.

“I don’t want any of it! Give them back to those little guys” He started yelling “Also stop calling me your wife! I’m a MAN!”

Kohaku knew how these arguments went already, Rinne would start to focus all of his energy into Niki, annoying and following him everywhere he went, so with a sigh of relief he started backing out of their argument and tried going back to work. It would be just a another hour until his coworker would come in and relieve him of his position. It just seemed that today annoying Niki wasn't enough to satisfy the fox.

He felt an arm loop around his neck and being pushed back into someone's chest, he tried resisting but a sudden wave of energy made him freeze.

"Where do you think you are going hmm?"

He felt Rinne's tails coming around him, locking him into place, he then felt his wrist being grabbed and moved near the other's face. Rinne's hold tightened on his wrist for a second before dropping it and releasing him from his tail prison.

Kohaku turned around, still a little shaken from his previous position, and found Rinne with a serious look on his face.

"Kohaku have you..." his expression had a hint of sadness in it, but quickly got covered up "Have you been taking strays into your house again?"

He could only nod, to which the fox narrowed his eyes and began swishing his tail in rapid movements.

"Remember that not all spirits are as nice as the ones you are used to in the city" he nodded again "If you need anything give us a call"

Rinne didn't leave any room for Kohaku to protest, turning his back immediately and walking out of the cafe without saying another word, leaving Kohaku confused at what had just happened.

He tried to ask Niki if he had any idea what made Rinne act like that, but when he looked into the other's direction he had a worried look on his face, that just like the fox had been immediately covered up by a smile.

"Kohaku-chan can you do the dishes for me?"

Again he could only nod.

They didn't mention the situation for the rest of their shift, working as they normally would any other work day. Though even if they didn't mention it there was still a tense atmosphere inside the cafe that ledt Kohaku tense the rest of his shift.

"Oukawa"

The voice pulled him out of his thoughts, behind him stood his coworker with a small pile of mugs.

"Himeru-han, sorry I didn't see ya" he scratched the back of his head reaching for the mugs currently in the other's hands "I will just finish these dishes and clock out"

"You've been washing the same plate for the past 10 minutes" Himeru sighed "Himeru can finish the rest, go home oukawa"

He didn't leave room for Kohaku to argue about his decision, pushing him aside and starting to clean the rest of the dishes.

Himeru had began working at the cafe at around the same time as him, he was someone Kohaku considered a good friend of sorts, even if Himeru himself wouldn't admit to it. Himeru was always looking out for him since they met, one time a customer had started to yell at him for getting his drink wrong, he didn't, only to have the blue-haired male go down on him and being forced to apologize.

#updated #wip

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