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spirit-girl-nijisanji · 5 months

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I'll take care of you little one~

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Thank you to @myclaire9 for giving me this prompt when I was stuck with writers block and I apologize it took so long, I was dealing with somethings and I didn't have the time or energy to write but I'm feeling better now and I sincerely hope you enjoy the story!

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➼ Pairing - Luxiem x GN! cat/dog reader

➼ Content - Fluff, Luxiem boys being sweethearts, you may interpret the relationship how you would like.

➼ ⚠️ Please remember I only write for the personas you see on your screen. I do not and will not write for the people behind the models. Please also remember that behind the models there are very real people with very real emotions. Please be respectful towards our beloved Nijisanji EN livers and do your best to separate the real people from the persona reflected on your screen. Thank you so much and enjoy the story ⚠️

➼ Summery - You are a cat/dog human hybrid who has the ability to swap between your animal form and your human form. You had been in your animal form for quite sometime during the winter after not having a place to stay. The Luxiem boys find you and take you into their home and attempt to gain your trust especially after you show your human form.

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I WILL DO THE GN!DOG READER X LUXIEM IN A SEPERATE POST I WANT TO MAKE SURE BOTH ARE THEIR OWN STORIES AND ARE ENJOYABLE WHEN READING

Luxiem x GN!Cat Reader

Vox Akuma

It was in the middle of a blizzard, you had been curled up in a drain in a park trying to get away from the cold. You were a hybrid between a cat and a human, you could spend most of your time in your cat form as little black and white cat in order to keep some what warm.

The blizzard has started and your fur was soaked with snow and water. You lay curled up in the drain shivering. Before your ears perked up hearing footsteps, not wanting to move, you lay your head back down and closed our eyes.

Before long, a soothing voice spoke, waking you up from your slumber,

" Hello there darling, what are you doing out here in the cold? " the voice spoke, you opened your eyes and met the crimson red eyes of a raven haired man who looked back at you with a gentle gaze.

He put his hand out wanting to see if you were going to be friendly. You stretched out and sniffed his hand lightly, a pleasant scent gracing your nose before rubbing your head gently against his hand. The gentle smile on his face made it easy for you to be drawn to him and his warmth.

After he confirmed you were friendly, he gently reached into the drain and gently pulled you out, holding you in his arms and wrapping you in his jacket to warm you up. You snuggled into the warmth that spread out through your small body as he carried you back to his home. Bringing you inside, he walked over to his fireplace, lighting it and setting you down in front of it,

" Now you wait right there little one, let me see if I have something for you to eat. " the man spoke with a gentle tone before turning and going into the kitchen to find some food. When the raven haired man disappeared into the kitchen, you switched to your human form, scooting closer to the fire and rubbing your hands together to get warmer before letting out a content sigh after being in the cold for so long, it was absolute bliss feeling the warmth of the fire.

" Little one…? " the raven haired man's voice came from behind you and you froze, holding the blanket he left with you covering your body. He walked closer and he sat down in front of you, looking at the ears that adorned the top of your head, showing you were the little cat he just brought into the house,

" I.. Thank you. " was all you could manage to say to him, " B..but I won't bother you for too long sir. " You said quickly your tail flicking anxiously and your ears twitching.

Expecting him to tell you to leave, instead he gave a soft smile, he set down the bowl of milk down in front of you and gently put his hand on your head, " You don't have to leave little one, I would love to have a someone as cute as yourself stick around. Let me go get you some clothes to put on. " He said before getting up and going to grab something for you to put on, coming back with a pair of shorts and one of his sweatshirts. Turning away to give you the chance to change.

After putting the clothes on he gave you, he turned back around and he gently pat your head, " What is your name darling? " he asked softly motioning for you to join him on the couch in front of the fire place,

" Y/N. " you responded as you slowly moved up and sat beside him, " That's a beautiful name, my name is Vox. " he said back, introducing himself.

It was nice to finally have a warm place to stay, Vox was a nice person so it didn't take long for him to earn your trust and for the two of you to become close.

Shu Yamino

You had just been kicked out of your home into a blizzard simply because you were different than the rest of your family, you were the only one who had cat ears and a tail as well as a cat form you could switch to at any time. You were thrown out in your human form, it didn't take long for the cold to almost completely zap your energy, you had nothing besides the clothes and shoes you were wearing and no jacket of any sort. So you were left walking down the street, knee deep in show, shivering and exhausted.

You had been knocking on doors, begging people to let you in just for a moment to warm up and call someone but you were turned away everywhere you went. Tears of frustration welled up in your eyes as you continued trudging along in the snow. Soon coming up to a house with an open garage, you stopped and looked inside, there were a few blankets stacked on a shelf inside, looking at the house it seemed like there wasn't anyone home and you didn't understand why someone would leave their garage open in the middle of a blizzard. But you decided to go inside to get away from the cold, grabbing one of the blankets and curling up in a corner of the garage.

Inside the house, the purple eyes that belonged to the homeowner had seen you wondering around outside and had seen his neighbors turn you away when asking for a warm place to stay. When he saw your trembling form starting to walk down the street, he opened his garage as an invitation for you to come inside, get one of the freshly washed and warm blankets in the garage so you could find some warmth as well as preparing some hot chocolate and some food to bring out to you.

He grabbed the drink and snacks and made his way down to his garage, opening the door and walking over to you, " Um, hello, I couldn't help but see you outside and I opened my garage so you could come inside to warm up. " He spoke carefully as to not spook you, he watched you stir only to see a little furry head pop out from under the blanket before you turned back into a human turning to face him with wide eyes. Before he walked over and set down the drink and the food he brought out, looking at you with wonder in his eyes while you stared back at him unsure of whether or not to trust him. He soon spoke with a soft voice, " You use magic too..? " he asked softly, his eyes shining with hope before you nodded, explaining what you were and how you were able to shift back and fourth between human and cat. He listen intently, asking questions and showing an interest in you. That made a warm fuzzy feeling creep up into your chest, He had introduced himself as Shu Yamino and seemed to be happy when you timidly introduced yourself. You sat with him for hours, talking and getting to know him. He seemed sweet enough and if he wanted to harm you, he would have done so already. His warm and welcoming aura made it very easy to feel safe with him, He let you have some human food and gave you the warm milk he had brought down, looking towards the open garage door seeing the storm had started to get worse, he cleared his throat and looked at you, " The storm seems to be getting a lot worse, I don't think it would be a good idea to go out again. Sooo I'm asking if you are okay with staying here? " he asked softly, you looked at him and explained that after the storm was over, you would be out of his hair, you promised he wouldn't have to deal with you for long after the storm to which he looked surprised, " No no! I'm asking if you would like to stay WITH me. You wouldn't have been out in the freezing cold if you had somewhere to go right? So I would like you to stay, permanently. Look I know we only just formally met but it would be nice to have someone around during the storm. " He explained. Your eyes were wide as you listened to him, he actually wanted you to.. stay? Wasn't he afraid you were going to do something, that your whole situation was made up? As if he read your mind, he smiled and chuckled softly, " I've seen you around before with people who I assume was your family? I saw they didn't really pay much attention to you and I could hear how they spoke to you so I know your telling the truth about that part. I'm putting a lot of trust in you because I don't want you to feel alone. " He said smiling. His words brought tears to your eyes before accepting his offer, smiling Shu got up went to a keypad and shut the garage door and came back over, offering his hand, " C'mon let's get inside the actual house, I'll get you some hot food and I'll get you some more hot chocolate okay? " he said with the signature v shaped smile you would eventually come to love very dearly.

Luca Kaneshiro

When you were very young, you were adopted by a family with mafia ties. You were only a baby when you were adopted so your feline features didn't come in until later on and that was when the family showed their true colors. They shunned you, saying you weren't actually family because of your different appearance and abilities. Whenever anyone came to the house, you were ordered to change into your cat form and stay out of sight. You learned your family were paid a lot of visits by the boss. You never saw him, you only knew what your family told you:

" He hates cats! " " He'd throw you out if he saw your ears and tail! " " He could never accept you because of your abilities!"

You were afraid of what could happen if he ever saw you. Until a day came where you were told to shift and stay out of sight because the boss was stopping by. You did as you were told and went off into another room. While in the room, you were able to hear the voices in the living room, you could hear the boss's voice. He didn't sound scary, in fact his voice sounded very welcoming. Curiosity got the better of you and you shifted into your human form and you crept out of the room and down the hall, peeking around the corner and you saw him, he was a tall man. A white suit, a white fluffy coat adorned his broad shoulders, he had blond hair and purple eyes. His Australian accent made him sound very welcoming compared to the harsh and cold voices you heard on a daily basis from your family. " I think you know why I'm here. " he spoke to the family and crossed his arms. Each member taking turns speaking while you stayed peeking around the corner listening in, you knew there would be hell to pay if you got caught but you were stuck staring at the man that was the boss. And before you could even realized that the room fell silent, you realized you were staring into the purple eyes of the tall blond man. Before seeing the look on your adoptive father's face, you quickly turned, shifted into a cat and bolted back to the room you were supposed to be staying in, hidden. You could hear the sound of footsteps accompanied by the voice of the blond man, " Who was that and why did she run away? " he asked followed the the jumbled replies from the people you called family. You had left the door open just a crack and the blond man had caught sight of your tiny furry body so he opened the door and flicked on the light, " Since when did you guys have a cat? And why didn't you tell me there was a cat and another person here? " he asked squatting down, you hissed and pushed yourself further into the corner afraid he was going to get angry about you being there. Each member of your family had a different explanation,

" We just got them. " " They aren't friendly and we don't want them to scratch anyone. " " You must have been seeing things, there isn't another person here! " " It must've been an intruder. " None of their stories lined up and you could see the annoyance on the blond man's face, before turning to you and a gentle look came across his face, " Hey there, aren't you a cute little thing. I'm sorry if I frightened you. " he spoke in a calm and gentle tone so he didn't frighten you further. At this point, it wasn't him you were afraid of, it was the furious glares of the family behind him. You wanted to go towards the blond man, his welcoming smile beckoned you forward but the glares of the people behind him, kept you back. He hummed and he scooted a little closer and he spoke softly, " My name's Luca, Luca Kaneshiro. I promise I'm not as scary as I seem, I won't hurt you. " he spoke softly while putting his hand out, with a new found courage, you came forward and rubbed against his gloved hand. The family behind him getting angrier with you the longer you stayed close to Luca. Before he stood up and turned around asking why they lied to him, each family member stammered, stumbling over their words before you decided to shift back into a human being and give Luca a straight answer,

" They're ashamed of me, my appearance and my abilities. " You spoke causing Luca to spin around and stare at you with wonder in his eyes like a child, " Whoaaaaa! That's so cool! " he said looking at your ears then examining your tail. After excitedly looking at you, he turned to the people behind him, " You lied to me and hid someone from me. " he said, his bubbly demeanor disappearing and turning into a menacing stare, your family struggled to give a proper excuse. Finally having had enough of their bull, Luca crossed his arms and spoke once again,

" Then if you are so ashamed of them, then you won't mind them coming with me permanently. " he said to them, you could sense it was more of a demand than a request. Each person in your so called family tried to reason with him and tried to convince him that you were very happy with them which you denied without hesitation. To which he took your hand and pulled you up next to him, putting his arm around your shoulder, " Then it's settled, they'll be coming with me where they WILL be happy. " he said pulling you along. As you walked past, you felt the hateful stares your family gave you before being yanked along by the hand, Luca's cheerful and bubbly demeanor coming back, " C'mon! I can't wait to introduce you to my friends! They'll love you! " He said happily pulling you along to his car. Ike Eveland

Being in your feline form was the easiest on you when you were tired. But it got you into trouble very quickly, after not being able to turn back, an animal shelter had picked you up. And you had been spending most of your time within a kennel where people could come in, see you, interact with you and then decide if you were going to be their new family member. Every family you had gotten were horrid. They mistreated you and you ended up having to escape every time, only to be found and returned to the shelter. With time, you grew very untrusting of anyone and everyone who tried to get close. Weeks at the shelter turned into months and you weren't letting anyone get close enough to you. You would hiss and swipe at everyone who tried fearing mistreatment. That was until HE came into the shelter. You were laying down before hearing the door open and soothing kind male voice spoke to the attendant, you lifted your head and caught sight of a young man, he was wearing heeled boots, he had pale skin, ear length brown hair and green eyes. He spoke about wanting to adopt a cat and was taken along to meet all the cats up for adoption. He went along before his soft green eyes met your untrusting ones. He asked to see you and he knelt down, " Why is this one all by themselves? " He asked, the attendant explained to him that you were brought back multiple times, you didn't trust anyone, hissed and swiped at anyone who dared to get close and it was safer to keep you separate. The man's kind green eyes gazed into yours before you turned away and he spoke, " Well... I want them to trust me because I'm positive I could give them a good home. " he said softly before sitting down right outside the kennel, " I don't care how long it takes. " he added with a smile. The attendant didn't try to stop him, in fact she provided him with treats for you. He would lay them down close enough to you so you could reach them without having to get too close. He spent his time on the floor next to your kennel door, giving you treats and talking to you. You refused to give in, you weren't about to fall for another shit home. But he kept coming back, he didn't give up. He spent most of his days sitting with you, giving you treats and talking to you. Slowly but surely, he began to get through to you, he was able to give you treating out his hand and he would smile wide whenever you felt comfortable enough to get close to him without flinching and running back to the comfort of your kennel.

And after months of sitting on the floor with you, you finally let him pet your head. He was over the moon and you were taken to his home that day. It took a little getting used to but he treated you like royalty. It was then, you weren't thinking about it when you turned back into human form. You had scars from previous homes, your ears and tail gave the man you came to know as Ike Eveland confirmation that you were indeed the timid little feline he brought back to his home. After sitting with him and explaining what happened, what you were and your ability to shapeshift, you told him you were so sorry and you would get out of his hair as quickly as possible. You were quick to get up and before you could bolt for the door, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back, " Don't leave! You being human has not changed anything. I brought you home because I felt you were lonely and needed someone. " he said and deep down you knew he was right. You had grown so close to Ike and you felt safe with him. He sat with you and spent hours convincing you to stay with him. In the end, you caved and you promised to stay with him. And from that day, you were always with him, he treated you like royalty, introduced you to his friends and they loved you. You were so happy and you felt very loved.

#nijisanji en #luxiem #niji en #nijisanji en x reader #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro #vox akuma #shu yamino #nijisanji x reader #ike eveland x reader #shu yamino x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #vox akuma x reader

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sizzleissues · 1 year

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Future holders AU

Some stuff cut off

Missed the bit of the fandom where everyone did this so here’s my two cents. The cat miraculous holder is Emma A. Dupain-Cheng ofc!

More stuff under the cut!

So here’s some things I imagine happen in this

Basically Marinette at some point relinquished guardianship and Ladybug and Chat Noir retired. (Debating to have a little bit of past angst by keeping the memory wipe)

Years later on Emma’s 16th birthday, an akuma crashes through the roller rink. Adrien got everyone to safety and Emma finds a strange box in the room he put her in. Joined by Crimson Bird (we’ll get to her one day), they defeat the akuma and learn of the return of the once thought to be destroyed Butterfly miraculous. Violet Empress

Emma doesn’t know her parents were super heroes and they won’t find out she’s one for a bit.

She’s a roller skating champ and only gets better with the added cat agility. Still crap at walking tho.

Emma is a big fan of the ‘old’ heroes and collects merch from the time. Her dad seems to be very good a sourcing ultra rare ladybug and chat noir stuff…

Once she debuts as Kitty Bo, she finds a Kitty Bo costume in her Dad’s wardrobe. She assumes its for her for the next con as he’d been hinting that with the new Chat Noir someone could have a new costume. Ofc this makes her panic because ‘what if he realises??’. On the day, turns out this costumes for him! Kitty Bo is apparently his favourite ‘new’ hero. While Chat Noir is her’s.

(Secretly they are both very pleased by these facts)

Plagg is ofc delighted his next holder is the daughter of his previous. This leads him to being an annoying little git. The only thing keeping his from running to Adrien is the identity protection thing. Eventually a midnight cheese escapade leads to a very damning sighting by Adrien and some quick lies about needing a quick recharge while patrolling. Adrien starts crying, Plagg leaves, it is all very confusing. Meanwhile Emma is in her room jamming out, unaware her kwami nearly exposed her.

I’m not sure how the reveals will go yet. The AU is Adrien & Emma centric as I think Adrien’s strive to be not like his dad and Emma wanting to live up to her’s in two ways unbeknownst to her is interesting.

The proper reunion is very emotional and Emma lets her dad transform for a bit, giving the public a shock. Marinette gets to borrow Tikki too and they go have a romantic evening on the Eiffel Tower, a defining spot of the relationship they couldn’t visit after giving up the miraculous.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanart #adrien agreste #emma agreste #but she’s got Marinette’s last name because Adrien lost Agreste #The A does stand for Agreste tho #miraculous #chat noir #ml fanart #mlb fanart #Future heroes au #Im late to the party. But hopefully some of this is new #futures au #mine

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winxanity-ii · 5 days

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⌜Know No Evil | Chapter 15 Chapter 15 | gauging reactions⌟

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A satisfied smirk played on your lips as you both reached the large, white and gray bus. Iida, ever the gentleman, gestured towards the open door. "After you, Akuma-san," he said politely, stepping aside to allow you on board.

"Thank you, Iida-kun," you replied with a gracious nod, stepping onto the bus. The chatter inside immediately died down as everyone turned to stare at you. The confusion was evident. They were expecting Iida to return, not you.

"Hey, Four Eyes! The hell took you so long? Had to take a crap or somethin—" Bakugo's booming voice cut through the silence, but the sentence died abruptly on his lips as his crimson eyes landed on you. The amusement instantly drained from his face, replaced by a scowl that didn't reach his eyes. "Y/N? The hell you doin' here?"

You ignored his question, choosing instead to unleash your secret weapon—a sweet, closed-eye smile. It was a weapon you'd discovered held surprising power, especially over the other pests in your life—especially your little puppy, Bakugo.

And sure enough, a faint blush crept across Bakugo's cheeks, momentarily breaking his tough-guy facade, shutting him down. He quickly scoffed and turned away toward the window in a futile attempt to hide his flustered reaction.

Aizawa, who had been dozing in the front seat, finally stirred at the commotion. He slowly dragged himself to his feet, his hair a mess as ever. "Took you long enough, Iida," he mumbled in a monotone voice. Noticing the surprised looks on everyone's faces, he sighed dramatically.

"Alright, alright," he drawled, his voice laced with a hint of annoyance. "Seems the message wasn't clear. Akuma-san here will be joining you on your little field trip to U.S.J. Consider it a... motivator. A chance for Class 1-A to see that they're not the only ones vying for hero licenses." His yellow eyes flickered across the students' faces, a cryptic message lingering in their depths.

There was more to this than a simple observation session; that much was clear. But what exactly? Aizawa left the unspoken question hanging in the air, a tiny smirk playing on his lips.

With another tired sigh, he gestured towards the back of the bus. "Find a seat, Akuma-san. Just try not to cause too much trouble." His voice held a hint of contemptment, a silent acknowledgment of your unpredictable nature. There was a flicker of suspicion in his eyes, a single beat where his gaze narrowed slightly before smoothing back to normal.

It was subtle, but it didn't escape you.

You mentally noted to be cautious around the tired-looking teacher. He might just be the first to catch on to your act. Offering a polite bow, you replied with a sugary-sweet voice, "Of course, Aizawa-sensei. I'll be on my best behavior." Turning away, you began walking down the aisle, a playful smile still plastered on your face.

Internally, however, your smile faltered.

Aizawa's suspicion was a wrinkle in your otherwise perfect plan. You'd need to tread carefully, to maintain your facade of the friendly, eager student while subtly probing for information. This unexpected hurdle only made the challenge more exciting.

A silent thrill coursed through you. You thrived on challenges, and Aizawa's suspicion just added another layer of intrigue to the upcoming trip to U.S.J.

The bus rumbled to life, carrying you and Class 1-A towards their unknown destination. Surprisingly, the atmosphere was subdued. Gone were the throngs of curious classmates eager to bombard you with questions. Instead, a tense silence hung in the air. You suspected Bakugo had something to do with it.

The moment Aizawa dismissed you to find a seat, Bakugo had taken charge, kicking his classmate Jiro out of the seat next to him with a booming "Move it, Earphones!" before gesturing curtly for you to sit. You complied readily, taking note of the simmering tension emanating from the blonde.

The subdued chatter from the rest of the class proved to be a goldmine of information. You listened intently as they discussed their Quirks, their hopes, and their anxieties. It was like eavesdropping on a live episode of a hero reality show, and you were enthralled. Right now, the group was discussing each other's Quirks.

"...Bakugo's always angry, so he'll never be that popular."

Bakugo tensed visibly, his grip tightening on the armrest, a low growl rumbling from his chest. Before he could even take time to a moment to seethe and take up for himself, another voice cut through the tension. It was the boy you remembered rescuing at the physical entrance exam—Kaminari. "Y'know, we basically just met you and haven't known each other that long. So it's amazing that everyone already knows his personality is crap steeped in sewage."

Bakugo's entire body seemed to vibrate with rage. The smell of caramel, a telltale sign of his Quirk activating, grew stronger. Veins bulged on his neck, and his crimson eyes burned with fury. "What's with that vocabulary, bastard?! I'll kill you!"

Tuning out the ensuing argument, you found your gaze drifting across the bus. Your eyes met familiar ones—black sclerae framing bright yellow irises.

It was the pink girl from the U.A. entrance exam.

A smirk played on your lips as you recalled how easily you'd flustered her. A simple brush of your finger against her cheek had sent her brain into a delightful overload, causing her to screech and flee.

Catching your gaze, her already pink cheeks flushed an even darker, vibrant pink. She bounced nervously in her seat, clearly battling an internal struggle of wanting to talk to you. You accentuated the invitation with a playful smile, tilting your head slightly.

That was all it took.

In a flash of pink lightning, she was hurtling towards you. She squeezed between you and Bakugo, effectively shoving the blonde further into the window and creating a comfortable space for her. Bakugo let out an enraged bark, "Mina!" but she completely ignored him.

Mina practically vibrated with excitement as she stared up at you. "Hi!" she chirped, her grin so bright it could rival the sun. "I'm Ashido Mina, but you can call me Mina!"

Bubbling over with enthusiasm, she launched into a tirade about Bakugo. "He's so mean!" she declared, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Always keeping you all to himself, acting all mysterious. What gives, right?"

For the next ten minutes, Mina became a human hurricane of questions and chatter. Every topic seemed to revolve around you, a whirlwind of curiosity about your life, your connection to Bakugo, and everything in between.

Just as she leaned, her voice filled with curiosity, "So, what's your Quirk?" a hush fell over the bus. Even those who had seemingly been engrossed in their own conversations suddenly perked up, their ears straining to catch your response.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Midoriya, quickly fumbling to pull out his phone. You knew exactly what he was doing—taking notes on your Quirk, weaknesses, anything you might reveal.

After all, throughout your middle school years, you'd kept your Quirk a closely guarded secret. The only one privy to its true nature was Bakugo. But Midoriya, with his analytical mind, probably believed it must be powerful enough to earn Bakugo's begrudging respect.

Bakugo, barked at Mina. "Mind your damn business, Pinky!" His voice crackling with irritation that anyone would dare try to get closer to you.

"It's alright, Bakugo," you said in a sugary-sweet tone. "A little curiosity never hurt anyone, right?" A pointed look in his direction effectively silenced any further protests.

Turning back to Mina, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes, you leaned in conspiratorially. Your voice dropped to a whisper, sending shivers down the girl's spine. "Well,I can't exactly tell you everything. After all, our classes are a bit... competitive, wouldn't you say?" you purred, leaving the implication hanging heavy in the air. "But what I will say is that it's very mind-blowing."

Just as you finished your cryptic sentence, the bus lurched to a halt. Aizawa's tired voice echoed through the bus. "Alright, everyone out. Time for your little observation session at U.S.J." The bus doors hissed open, revealing a sprawling complex bathed in the warm afternoon sun.

The spell was broken. The students, momentarily captivated by your words, scrambled out of their seats, their curiosity momentarily forgotten in the face of the unknown that awaited them.

"Hello, everyone! I've been waiting for you!" A voice suddenly boomed as you all were exiting the bus.

Looking over, you spot a towering figure clad in a spacesuit-inspired hero costume, bouncing over with an enthusiasm that rivaled a sugar high.

A familiar voice piped up from beside you. "It's the Space Hero, Thirteen! The chivalrous pro who's rescued a ton of people from disasters across the world!" Izuku practically vibrated with excitement.

"Woo-hoo! Thirteen is so awesome! She's one of my favorite heroes!" Uraraka, a girl with a brown bob and pink round circles on her cheeks chime in, pumping her fist in the air.

Thirteen, used to the fanatic excitement, gestured grandly towards the building behind them. "I can't wait to show you what's inside!"

The students erupted in a chorus of awes and excited chatter. You, however, remained detached, observing the scene with a practiced cool. This "training facility" felt more like a glorified amusement park.

Inside, the building was a kaleidoscope of zones—a shipwreck, a landslide, a fire simulation—all meticulously crafted to resemble real-world disaster scenarios. A collective gasp rippled through the group as they took it all in.

"Holy smokes! It looks like some kind of amusement park!" Kirishima, a redheaded boy with a rather impressive physique for you guys age, pointed at the complex with wide eyes; his muscles straining against his hero uniform.

"A shipwreck," Thirteen boomed, "a landslide, a fire, a windstorm... and so on! I created this training facility to prepare you to deal with different types of disasters. I call it the Unforseen Simulation Joint, or USJ for short!"

A few students muttered comparisons to Universal Studios Japan under their breath. You smirked, unsurprised by the uninspired name.

As Thirteen continued her introductory speech, Aizawa sauntered in, his usual stoic expression etched on his face. He stopped beside Thirteen, a brief conversation passing between them that only served to deepen the furrow on his brow.

As the two adults talked, a smart part of you wanted to eavesdrops and see what it was, but ultimately decided against it; it's not like you'll actually learn something from it.

"That man is the height of irresponsibility," Aizawa sighed, shaking his head before glancing back at the students. "The clock's ticking. We should get started." He moved aside, clearing the way for Thirteen's grand demonstration.

Thirteen raised a hand, her voice booming once more. "Excellent! Before we begin, let me just say one thing... well, maybe two things. Possibly three, four, or..." she trailed off, earning a collective sweatdrop from the student body.

As Thirteen expounded on the power and potential dangers of their quirks, emphasizing the importance of responsible quirk usage and the true essence of heroism, you found yourself stifling a yawn as your mind wandered.

Yes, quirks could be used for destruction as well as heroism, it's practically common sense, yet here you all were.

Honestly, with so many rules put in place, you couldn't help but feel like being a villain seemed like a much less tedious career choice.

Just as Thirteen finished her speech with a dramatic bow, a sudden plunge into darkness sent shivers down everyone's spine.

A dark purple mist-like portal materialized in the center of the plaza, the swirling vortex pulsating with an unnatural light. Then, figures began to emerge, their forms obscured by the shadows cast by the portal.

A collective gasp rippled through the group of students. Confusion morphed into fear as the students buzzed with questions. Kirishima leaned forward, peering curiously at the portal. "Woah, what is that thing? Some surprise training exercise? High-tech villain simulation?" he asked. "Wait, has the training started already?"

Villains?

The word echoed in your head, a foreign concept whispered in hushed tones but never truly experienced.

Ever since you woke up in this quirk-infested world, heroes were all you'd ever known. Sure, you'd seen countless reports of villains being apprehended and brought to justice, dramatic displays of power broadcasted on every news channel. But to see them here, in person, was an entirely different experience.

Your mind raced, sifting through the possibilities. A villain attack during a training exercise? Either a brilliant diversion or an incredibly reckless gamble.

Aizawa's eyes widened as the portal began to spew forth figures clad in villainous attire. "Stay back and together! Don't move!" he barked, his voice tight with urgency as he yanked on his goggles, his gaze hardening as it landed on the approaching villains. "Thirteen! Protect the students!"

Aizawa's pronouncement hung heavy in the air, shattering the atmosphere like a dropped glass.

Your focus shifted to the pro-hero. His reaction confirmed your suspicions—this was no simulation. These were real villains, a fact driven home by Aizawa's harsh glare directed at the figures emerging from the portal.

These were the outcasts, the rule breakers—the very antithesis of the heroes you'd grown accustomed to observing.

A thrill, a subtle current of excitement, snaked its way through you. This wasn't part of the plan. This was chaos, a disruption to the established order—a wrinkle thrown into the carefully constructed tapestry of your "observation session."

The portal began shrinking as all the villains—except two—spread out to the different zones. One was a large, hulking, muscular figure with skin like polished onyx, etched with a roadmap of jagged scars and an exposed brain. The other, a lanky figure with grayish-blue hair, covered in dry patches and old scars marring his pale skin; fourteen embalmed hands were strategically placed to cling to his body.

The mist-portal soon coalesced into a head with two glowing gold eyes. "Thirteen... and Eraser Head, huh? The teacher's schedule we received the other day...said that All Might was also supposed to be here." The mist spoke, a hint of amusement in his raspy voice.

A nervous tremor ran through the crowd. Your gaze, usually veiled with practiced indifference, sharpened as it flickered between the approaching villains and the faces of the students of 1-A, now etched with a mixture of fear and confusion. You subtly observed the students, gauging their reactions.

You couldn't help but smirk internally. This unexpected turn of events was far more interesting than any pre-planned exercise.

A genuine villain attack would provide a much clearer picture of Class 1-A's strengths, weaknesses, and most importantly, how they worked together under pressure.

This was exactly the kind of chaos you thrived in.

***le gasp, villians!?

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klug · 23 days

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So Puyo Puyo Puzzle Pop is out and I see a lot of theories going around… This is half a self-indulgent post for me and half a poorly thrown together essay reviewing Sig and Aya's and the blue soul and the crimson soul's, relationship to each other. because boy is it a bit of a complex web. @_@

Some people were talking about their relationship today in EPPC, and I'm bad at talking to people, so I decided to put my thoughts in a post + touch on some misconceptions (I guess?) around since the game just came out and it relies on knowing information presented in extra material like the audio dramas and the (sega) novels.

And of course, spoilers for the first 4 main routes of Puzzle Pop.

some quick bullet points before I start… you can skip this if youre fairly familiar with fever 2, tetris 2, and the novels

is Aya possessing Sig?!

how did Sig's power get unleashed by Meena? are they super ultra powerful??

no, Aya is clearly still imprisoned safely contained in the tome of sealing, so it probably isn't behind this. We also know in Lidelle's route that it and Klug were having some kind of argument after he ran into Sig.

Well, in the game, Lemres establishes that Meena normally is not that powerful… Rather, it's been a bit implied over the course of the games that his powers have been growing stronger, so I think that it's more that Meena broke down a dam that was already barely holding itself together… a brief timeline…

Puyo Puyo Fever 2 - Sig transfers to Primp Magic School and his hand suddenly turns red. This can presumably be linked to his proximity to the tome of sealing. Akuma attempts to prevent further resonation by using the Ito Hairito enchantment. Attempts at "curing" his hand are touched on in Puyo Puyo! 15th Anniversary

Sig's Secret happens a bit before Puyo Puyo!! 20th Anniversary, and he has the incident of his powers being awakened by Witch's potion. This is the first time we actually see the "Demon part" of him take over, and it turned both of his eyes red when this happened. (src)

Puyo Puyo Tetris 2 - Sig and Klug are protected by a certain power from being influenced by Marle when she's causing mayhem in Primp Town. The crimson spirit was potentially protecting Klug in this situation, but what about Sig? I theorize that his own demon powers, which have been growing stronger, actually protected him as well. (Lemres' substory, PPT2)

Puyo Puyo Puzzle Pop - Sig befriends Meena and offers to share some of his power. This seems to open the floodgates and allow the demon parts of him to take over.

fun fact: The words for "arm" and "hand" are the same in Japanese, so a lot of fans were actually surprised when they saw that his entire arm is red and not just his hand when his art in 20th came out.

Now, with those bullet points out of the way… the meat of this post is focusing more on Sig and Aya/Strange Klug/Possessed Klug/Crimson Spirit/Whatever name you want to call its relationship.

I think most people take the text in the games at face value, though the editing choices in translation don't really help I guess...the first instance of "red power" being translated as "evil power" will never be forgiven, but it's okay since Lemres and Schezo get it right--. I see a lot of people think that Aya is somehow influencing Sig in this story, but it has been established that Sig has the potential to tap into the full power that Aya probably wants access back to in Sig's Secret when Witch's power potion spills on him.

Back then, Sig and Amitie's friendship, and really any of his friendships, weren't very well-defined. However, she was able to bring him back by reminding him of their friendship...

Hey, Sig! …Let’s go back to café prep, alright!? I mean, Raffina’s gonna be super mad if you don’t show up! And then Klug’s gonna go all sarcastic on you again! Do you want that!? And, and, we haven’t even figured out what to put on the menu for our Special yet! If you really want me to, I’ll let you put whipped cream, for real!” I just kept screaming one thing after another as it came to me. Please, please, please… Please, let Sig hear my voice! “Please, come back to us! I promise, we all love you, so, so much! And I know, I know that deep inside, you really, really want to stay with us, too…!”

(src)

He manages to regain control of himself though clearly Amitie reminding him of everything isn't working in Puzzle Pop.

I kind of resummarized the climax of Sig's Secret because it felt important to contextualize his behavior, how its different in Puzzle Pop, and how people tend to conclude that "he must be possessed by Aya" as the first thought in Puzzle Pop. I also did this, though it was because I watched the routes out of order (lol). The behavior of this not!Sig is reckless, power-hungry, very very very gloating (just read the novel), and doesn't see any importance in friendships when it comes to Amitie and Meena (Lemres' route in Puzzle Pop). Meanwhile Aya, who has a very clear outlined goal of getting Sig back is…generally levelheaded, calm, and although angry about its situation, doesn't always charge straight for Sig whenever it's unsealed ("Amitie and Lidelle's Primp Tour", Puyo Puyo!! Quest story mode, etc.) So I think the binary the game presents of Aya being "evil" and Sig being "not evil" is not necessarily true considering how unreliable the narration of the "tome of sealing" is. I find it more accurate to say that they're power/impulse and control/logic, or you could argue they're a conscious and an unconscious.

I theorize that a piece of their original power lies dormant in Sig, and it is this power that Aya specifically wants back because it's…pretty powerless in its current form. This power, possibly the "crimson power", drives the "blue soul" in Sig a bit power hungry when its unleashed, and it has no conscious to control it because the "crimson soul" isn't in the vessel. I also think Sig and the "blue soul" are separate entities to an extent.

“Stop talking… Be quiet, just shut up! Gh… With every word you say, the voice in my head, it…GAAAAHHHH…!” “A voice, in your head? T-That’s gotta be Sig! Hey!! Sig!! If you can hear me, say something!”

(src)

The best comparison I have to this situation is Cinderpelt's reincarnation into Cinderheart in the book series Warriors. Cinderheart inherited Cinderpelt's soul after the latter's death, but because Cinderheart's grown to have her own experiences and is a separate entity while Cinderpelt lay dormant in their mind, they will separate in death. I think this "copilot"-ish situation is the case with Sig and it's why they're vying for control a second time in Puyo Puyo Puzzle Pop.

I think that's why not!Sig is so "evil" and also gives people the impression that it might be Aya -- considering I also thought this -- though it's probably not the case since this story follows a similar formula to Sig's Secret with some tweaks to reflect a lot of subtle character growth, which is the subject of the next section.

Now, people might ask…why aren't Sig's eyes red and his hair dark like they were in Sig's Secret? Well, I think this is due to texture limitations for one, but I also think this is a sign of Sig's personal identity growing stronger over the course of the games. He has relationships he wants to hold onto, his own experiences, his own life, so he wouldn't just easily give up control of his physical vessel, even if he hasn't been speaking as himself in Puzzle Pop so far… This story's already done a lot with establishing Sig as a character and the importance of his relationship with Amitie, and he hasn't even actually spoken, which I find impressive. I also just like that all this stuff is only clear if you pay attention to the steady build up of the stories from the past few years… well, they were just breadcrumbs, I guess...Listen I've been following this plotline for 7-8 years and its been in the works for like 13? So you have to forgive me for feeling happy about having all the pieces of the puzzle.

As for what this means for the role Aya/the crimson spirit will play in the story… I'm not sure. I honestly don't expect it to appear at all since all the models/animations are recycled from Puyo Puyo Chronicle with some touch ups save for Meena. It has been referenced though, and the profiles in-game go in-depth on who it was and is, but I can't say if it'll actually make a fully story appearance…Especially since Klug was relegated to a side story role. Which is fine, I don't really care despite my URL. it was a good story. I do however expect this story to shed a lot of light on the relationship between the Sig, blue soul, and the crimson soul once its complete. I haven't even touched on my personal interpretation of Amitie and her hat, so maybe I'll make another post about that in the future? I think her situation is meant to parallel Sig's, but I'll save that for another time if people are interested...

As usual some of this is my interpretation, but everything I sourced is real and true and I'd never lie to you, etc.

Misc. Fun Stuff

These were things I liked about Aya and Sig's imagery/motifs but I wasn't able to fit into the post concisely.

not!Sig uses the same pronouns as Aya, 我 (wa) and お前 (omae), though they're written in hiragana as opposed to Aya's kanji. This is actually why I thought he was possessed because I walked into a stream in the middle of Ringo's route, haha.

My theory of Aya and Sig being a conscious and an unconscious are actually inspired by one of Aya's spells anima. Now in Latin this really just means "soul" which is fine, but in Jungian psychology the anima and animus are a dualistic archetype…which is cool, though this would potentially mean the crimson spirit is the unconscious part, haha! Technically they'd align more with Freud's concept of an id and a superego as I explained them, but I always like pointing out the possible Jungian reading of Aya's spell Yes, I realize I'm grasping for straws

#ramblings #puyo puyo #anywya feel free to send e lovemail for this . or hatemail if that's more your style #pypy lore

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musei-thoughts · 1 year

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𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘝𝘰𝘹 𝘈𝘬𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩:

𝙖/𝙣: 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴. 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺. 𝘪 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘝𝘰𝘹 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘰𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 :(

There from the castle balcony, stood a tall raven haired man, watching over the lively village below. The clan was growing quick, homes being built around the castle as new people comes in.

They were all welcomed with such warm, opens arms of both the Kindred and the acting mother of the clan, Y/n L/n.

"Aren't they amazing? It was like yesterday that the castle was being contructed; now look, the village is expanding. The clan is growing, Vox.

I'm so happy…"

Vox Akuma, the clan leader, glances at her lovingly. His golden irises softens at the sight of her smile.

He frames her face with his hands, caressing her cheek gently, "I'm glad to hear that, my love." He mumbles before leaning in to kiss her temple.

"I can't wait for the banquet tonight. I'm so excited to welcome everyone."

"We better get ready then…"

Her happiness was his joy, his purpose.

And from that day one, Vox Akuma promised to protect everything that she held very dear.

The Akuma clan...

"VOX AKUMA! YOUR REIGN ENDS HERE! YOU HAVE LOST! SURRENDER OR DIE IN THE HANDS OF IEASU TOKUGAWA!"

The village was in ruins. Houses were engulfed in flames, smoke clouding the sky from where the village used to be.

Everything was gone just like that.

Vox's footsteps echoes throughout the empty streets, desperately rushing towards the castle.

His heart racing as he rushed through the charred area, ignoring the scorched corpses littering the way, the stench of burnt flesh permeated his lungs. He had no time to waste. He had to get to Y/n before it was too late.

Vox hoped —prayed even— that at least she was alive.

"Y/n…?"

The name of the said woman left his lips in a strained whisper. There laid the frail figure of the mother of the Akuma clan, splayed out on the floor of the throne room.

The same room where celebrations and feasts were held.

The sound of lively music and people that once lingered was gone and now replaced with silence along with the distant sound of fire crackling from the burning village outside.

The place where people gathered, laughed and celebrated in times of peace was the very place where his lover now lay to die.

Ignoring the fatigue from his legs, Vox sprinted to her side, delicately holding her in his arms.

Cuts littered her pale face, with blood coating her cold skin. Her dull eyes that were halfway opened stares blankly at nothing, void of any emotion.

Void of any life.

The wound on her abdomen had made it clear that there was no turning back. She was already gone.

As the pool of blood underneath them soaked his haori, Vox held his face with his free hand, clenching on it in agony, his nails digging into the skin of his face; deep enough for it to bleed.

The crimson substance drips from his face and onto his lover's cheek.

His bloodied hand caressed her pale cheek, whispering his desperate pleas for forgiveness.

Forgiveness for not protecting her. For not protecting the clan, her family.

His people.

He sat there for days, with her in his arms, letting the smell of death and defeat engulf the place that was once called home.

The home of the Akuma clan.

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘵𝘩. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 :)

← 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 │ 𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 →

𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 →

#vox akuma #vox x reader #ike eveland #mysta rias #shu yamino #luca kaneshiro #luxiem #vtubers #nijisanjien #nijisanji #x reader #vox akuma x reader #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en x reader

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princess-of-the-corner · 10 days

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Honestly outside of that wish fulfillment outline I did elsewhere, my idea season 6, involves the following:

1: Marinette & Felix & Kagami debating whether to tell Adrien the truth, Marinette is on the fence, Felix thinks it won't make him happy so bad idea & "I never hesitate Tsurugi" seems to keep wafling.

2: Kagami keeps finding what appear to be love letters from Felix lying around but we never know what they say or see her react to or comment on them.

3: Chloe comes back as a perpetual Akuma, breaking all the things and leaving ominous messages all over. Andre 'seems' to try to parent by donning a Miraculous so he can 'talk' to Chloe & its basically Tai Lung VS Shifu except more of a stomp fest.

Andre: I know... I'm at fault, we're at fault. Your mother and I rewarded cruelty and called it strength and punished kindness and called it weakness. I am sorry, I can have the banishment lifted, we can start over again and fix things.

4: Followed by Chloe letting out an unhinged cackle and revealing she is not naive enough to trust him anymore, not when he knows who Hawk Moth really was. Cue her revealing via Lila provided info that Gabriel was Hawk Moth, how he twisted her & Lila to make them useful assets. Chloe 'broke' while Lila became more terrifying & that Ladybug as well covered it up.

5: Lila abandons Chloe "No honor among thieves I guess" and Crimson Akuma descend on the city. Felix & Marinette go for Chloe only to get lightning struck by Kagami who steals the peacock & Horse. "I have broken the rose tinted glasses you forced on me Felix" she says, passing Doosoo off to a low key flabbergasted Chloe, Like she did provide those letters making Kagami question what Felix did with her Amok but she didn't expect this!

6: Chloe uses Voyage to force summon Lila and then she & Kagami bounce, while everyone stomps her. Adrien freaks out & runs off too, but the crimson Akuma aren't going away but multiplying on their own like Stonehearts did so soon it seems like Paris will be infested with nothing but monsters.

Note: Felix didn't do overt mind control so much as just implant a "See things from my perspective" subtext, it could be overwhelmed by say, genocide. He may also offer to let her do the same to him when trying to justify it. IE "We can make it so we both always see each others point of view!" Which uh, would not help.

7: Anyway, everyone is having a bad time and this was just the mid season two parter.

God though

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wisteriasymphony · 1 month

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for @rosekasa (cw: violence.. gore?)

“You know, Chat Noir,” she said, holding his tooth between her fingers. “This is what happens when you don’t shut up.”

Ladybug pulled the string of her yo-yo tighter around Chat Noir, watching him squirm like a stuck pig. Serves him right, she thought to herself. It felt good to watch him struggle.

“Please, I’m sorry, I didn’t- I was just— I didn’t mean to—“

“You don’t mean to do anything, Chat Noir!” She screamed at him. “And yet you do. You always fail! And I’m done with giving you chances.”

Chat struggled in his binds, hoping that somewhere there would be a camera hidden in the bushes or a person filming off to the side that at least made it obvious that this was all just another prank. Maybe even an akuma? At least an akuma would distract his lady, maybe make her forget about how much of an idiot he was and how useless he was to her. …Any minute now… Right?

Chat felt uncomfortable tears roll down his cheek and Ladybug seemed to pinch his tooth even harder.

“Please, my lady,” he struggled to plead with her. “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault.”

“Call me ‘My Lady’ one more fucking time. I dare you.”

So he didn’t. He didn’t say a word. Chat didn’t even breathe. He just stared into Ladybug’s frenzied crimson eyes and begged for his life.

And she ripped his tooth out anyways.

“Hah! You should see the look on your face!”

He was left to tremble on the floor, clutching his mouth in his hands. The nerve was half dangling out the open gash in his gums, the other half already severed and hanging onto the tooth in Ladybug’s hand. She twisted it between her fingers like it was a precious jewel, smirking at it.

“Maybe you’ll finally learn your lesson this time, won’t you? I’m tired of explaining things to you, you know. Over and over and over again.”

Tears mixed with blood in Chat’s open palms. He couldn’t bear to look at her—look at anyone. Even breathing in would send shockwaves down his spine, the lightest inhale feeling like hot knives against the exposed nerve. The punishment was apt, in a way: He couldn’t bring himself to even cry, much less speak.

“Oh come on, Crybaby Noir,” she scoffed, the sight of him curled up on the ground and sobbing quickly losing its comedy. “It’s only a tooth. I can fix it for you, right? 'Miraculous Ladybug'?”

Biting his lips closed, Chat just looked up to her and shook his head “No” like a stupid little kid. He didn’t want to know what fixing it would feel like if she’d already put him through this. He couldn’t even bring himself to think about going home, either. Detransforming. As far as it hurt, Chat was sure he’d live out the rest of his life in that very spot, writhing in pain until he finally bled out.

Waiting for a response, Ladybug picked up her yo-yo and shook it at him like she was presenting a toy. “Does Kitty want his tooth back?”

Chat Noir answered, again, with a shaking head and a whimper.

“Come one, ‘Your Lady’ wants to help you,” she smiled. “I promise it won’t hurt a bit."

It did hurt, he knew it, the last time she’d used this trick on him he’d been forced to feel every second of his fingers un-break into place, the pain even greater every time it happened. He didn’t want her to do it, he didn’t want her to do it, he didn’t want her to.

Chat clamped his hands shut over his mouth, crawling back into a corner. Ladybug bent down, holding her yo-yo to his jaw like a loaded weapon.

“Miraculous Ladybug.”

#miraculous fanfic #goreaculous #ladynoir angst #does this count as angst? I think this is just torture #..do you guys... want that?#ladynoir fans you scare me #mlb ladynoir #ladynoir #miraculous fandom #miraculous lb #ladybug and chat noir #miraculous ladybug #miraculous chat noir #cw gore #cw violence #cw blood #cw abuse #dark miraculous content

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stripclub-elysium · 5 months

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The worst kind of admirer, turning your favorite Team into your personal Harem (Closed RP with @tokufan400)

Akuma Crimson has been a fan of Team RWBY since they first made the news... Ruby with her Silver eyes, Weiss, the Heiress of the Schnee Company, Blake a fellow Faunus and Yang... Ruby's big sister.

For long, those 4 were out of his reach, that was until Akuma discovered 4 ancient gems that would slowly made the victim fall in love with their master and now Akuma will make each of the girls his, starting with the leader herself Ruby

"Hey, wait a minute... you're Ruby Rose, aren't you? He greets the lone silvereyed huntress

#akuma crimson #team rwby #rwby #tokufan400

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submissiveking99 · 1 month

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Dicknotized: Both GokaiYellow and GokaiPink have to face Akuma Crimson, a powerful enemy they have been warned not to fight. But... all he did was shamelessly dropping his pants to expose his cock, while a voice in the girls head keeps telling them to "Submit to the cock!"

Surprisingly it had not been Luka who had insisted on fighting Akuma Crimson, it had been Ahim. The princess wanting the two to prove themselves, as well as taking out such a dangerous person before they could hurt anyone else

The two Gokaiger standing ready to face down this monster... When he whipped his cock out

Both girls where shocked and the results happened almost instantly. Their bodies going limp and dropping their weapons

The two tried to resist as they fell to their knees, then in to all fours. Trying to do anything to stay focused. But that phrase kept echoing within their mind

Submit to the cock

They tried to think about the others, about why they where fighting, about their pasts

Submit to the cock

They tried, they tried with all their might. They did everything they could

Submit to the cock

Their bodies begining to crawl towards him as they grew hotter and hornier, finding it harder and harder to think

Submit to the cock

As they neared Akuma, their helmets disappeared in small flashes of pink and yellow respectively as they knelt before him. Their pupils replaced with hearts and their breath coming out in shakey gasps

"Sub... Submit..." Ahim panted out weakly, wrapping her still suited breasts around the member

"To... The... Cock~!" Luka moaned as she copied Akuma on the opposite side, the Gokaiger girls giving Akuma a double titjob as they attacked his cock head. As one they wrapped their lips around the head, almost kissing each other with the massive tip trapped between their lovely lips and tongues

The two moaning as they worshiped their new master. Now... And forever~

#dicknotized

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evelandscripts · 1 year

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Reach out, Touch Faith

Vox Akuma x gn!Reader

song: Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode

warnings: softcore smut (blow job lol), degrading language, sub!reader

word count: 1.9k

a/n: my friend and i have been talking about how perfect this song is for vox for MONTHS…so i just knew i had to do something with it. manifesting a vox akuma depeche mode cover pls and ty.

“Reach out, touch faith”

Vox was no stranger to your late night habits. He knew exactly what to expect when he heard your footsteps track down the hall towards the entrance of his office. Despite his inherent awareness, it never stopped him from harboring a certain eagerness for what you would ask of him each time around. Your muffled strides came to a halt, your knuckles tapping on the doorframe to make your presence known to the demon.

“Come in, love.” He spoke, his voice a steady, low grumble barely audible from outside the door. He awaited your arrival into the room from his desk chair, legs crossed and arms gently gripping the sides of where he sat.

You breached the entryway of his office, cracking the door just enough to snake your body through its opening and closing it shut behind you. Walking towards to where Vox was positioned, you hesitated on what to say to him. Sure, you knew what you wanted, and it was no secret what this visit would entail, but a wave of nervousness greeted you each time you found yourself in this predicament.

You stopped as you reached the desk Vox was sat behind, resting your palms on the cherry stained oak. You took in the sight in front of you; Vox, clad in a simple dress shirt and slacks, a deep crimson belt fashioned around his hips. It wasn’t flashy by any means, but it fit him tight enough and showed just the right amount of skin to flood your mind with a myriad of impure thoughts.

“Your own personal Jesus / Someone to hear your prayers / Someone who cares”

Vox grinned as he registered your unavoidable glare, your eyes tracing down the collar of his shirt to the exposed skin of his chest, allowed by the strategically popped dress buttons. You weren’t being subtle in the slightest, slightly tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. No need to be shy in front of the demon, of course.

Instead of speaking, Vox merely pushed his seat back from the desk, creating room for you to join him in sitting. He pat his lap softly as an invitation, to which you wordlessly accepted, planting yourself atop his firm thighs and swinging your legs to the side. You fit perfectly, Vox’s large form still looming over you despite both of you being seated. He looked down upon you, bringing his hand up to your chin to get a better view of your face. It took everything in you to not bury your face into your hands to avoid his amber gaze, and he could tell you were edging the brink of complete embarrassment.

“What is it, doll.” He spoke plainly, his expression softening. “You were the one to come into my office, after all. What do you need, tell me, dear.”

You choked on a breathy sigh, slowly beginning to regret your decision.

“Ah, well…” Your voice trailed off, along with your stare, choosing to focus on anything else in the room besides the demon sitting in front of you. The confidence you had walking down the hallway left you the moment you shut the door.

Vox was not impressed. He brought his hand to your face once again, firmly pressing the tips of his fingers on either side of your cheeks and turning your head to face his. He clicked his tongue several times in disapproval.

“Well that just won’t do it, will it, love. Go on, use your words.” He miffed, waiting for a proper response this time around.

You paused briefly, racking your mind for something to say. What did you really want, what was your end goal in this whole fiasco? And most importantly, what was Vox most likely to give in to?

“I—“ you started, his eyes lighting up as you began to spoke, “want to make you feel good.”

His frown melted into a smile, releasing his grasp on your face to slide his fingers across the back your head.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Vox teased, “You’re so good to me, you know that?”

You could only nod your head before he raised his voice again.

“Get on your knees for me, won’t you?”

“Flesh and bone / By the telephone / Lift up the receiver / I’ll make you a believer”

You obeyed is command, sliding off his lap and kneeling in the space between him and his desk. You shifted your weight to sit on your calves, waiting for his next order.

“Such a good pet…listening to me, no questions asked.” He said slyly, beginning to fidget with the buckle of his belt. You watched carefully as he loosened the leather band and released the button at his waist, eventually unzipping his trousers to reveal a pair of black briefs.

“You want to make me feel good, yeah?” He questioned, taking your face in his palm one last time.

“I do.” You assured him, feeling yourself beginning to drool.

“Ah, your missing something, darling…” He jested, egging you to meet him with the correct response.

“I do, sir.” You corrected yourself. You wished he’d quit toying with you and just give you what you wanted, but you both knew that Vox did not work like that. He’d make you beg for it if he had to.

“There we go, that’s better.”

With the proper addressing out of the way, he finally slipped his cock from out of his briefs, letting it spring up to its full length. Clearly, you were not the only one waiting for this. He took it in his hand, passing his thumb over the damp tip, and sliding it down the shaft with a few swift pumps. You wriggled in your seat on the floor, wanting nothing more than to be the one handling him. A small whine passed through your lips has he continued to play with himself in front of you.

“Hm? What’s that?” He taunted, pausing in-between strokes. “Was there something you wanted?”

You looked at his cock in front of you, sitting perfectly at face level and practically begging for your touch. You couldn’t help but only moan, looking into his shadowy eyes and back down to his exposed sex.

“I thought I told you to use your words, pet. I’ve trained you better than this.” He barked, dropping his face closer to yours.

“Speak.”

You had no other choice than to say it plainly.

“I want to take you—” You impatiently coughed out, “—in my mouth. Please, sir.”

Vox let out a dry laugh in response.

“Good pet.”

His face backed away from yours, revealing him still pleasuring himself. He removed his hand from his length and pushed himself further up on the seat of the chair as to make himself of easier access.

“I’m all yours, then.” He cooed, giving you permission to touch him.

“Thank you, sir.” You said in reward.

You first brought your hands to his bare skin, inspecting the state of his body. He was stiff and hot and big. You had taken him before, sure, but you never felt fully prepared when it came to pleasing the demon. You started slow, one hand atop the other, cupping your fingers around him in an up and down motion to prepare him for your mouth. You wanted him ready and excited for what you were about to do to him.

After palming him for a tortuous minute, you decided to bring your lips to his tip, earning a shudder from the man before you. You licked at him, drool covering the top of his shaft. You brought him further into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks to allow for his thickness without completely rendering you out of breath.

Something hitched in Vox’s throat as you took him in deeper, beginning to pant the further you took him.

You assumed his vocal approval as a sign to continue, dipping your head down in a slow-paced bob. You worked him carefully, your tongue tracing the front of his dick with each bounce. Vox brought his hand to the back of your head while assessing your movements. You continued at a steady pace, preparing to eventually take him fully. Vox had other plans.

You felt a quick jolt of pressure on the dome of your skull, followed by Vox’s full length being forcibly shoved down the back of your throat. You inevitably choked, beads of drool running down the base of his cock and coating your raw lips. He let out a growl of pleasure, releasing his grip to let you continue at a now haggard pace. You took several seconds to recover from the sudden introduction of size, but wasted no time in returning to work him.

You picked up speed, Vox’s hands still tangled in your hair. You could tell he was close, his breaths shortened and with each exhale he dragged out a gravelly whine.

“Almost there, baby.” He assured you, petting the top of your head. The upper half of his body loomed over you, his chin pressing against his chest as he writhed in satisfaction.

In, and out, in, and out, you continued, your movements becoming more and more erratic as you began to run out of steam. You brought your hands up to his thighs, searching for support as you got ready to finish him off.

“I will deliver / You know I'm a forgiver”

With one final stroke towards the base of his shaft, you felt a familiar warm release hit the back of you throat. He shivered in delight, body relaxing as he finished in your mouth along with a series of groans and whimpers. You didn’t hesitate to begin swallowing, lapping up his seed with your tongue. You released his cock with a verbal pop as you removed yourself from his body.

You returned your weight backwards, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and licking your lips as a final measure. You beamed up in pride, satisfied with your performance and eager for Vox’s response.

It took him several seconds to regain his composure, but as he did, he looked down at you with a devilish grin. He was undoubtedly pleased, and was filled with delight as he observed your tear stained cheeks and flushed lips. He brought his thumb to underneath your lashes, drying your damp skin with a swipe.

“Come, sit.” He motioned to his lap again, guiding you with support from his arms.

As you perched yourself on his legs, you felt yourself melting into his touch. You always loved to make him feel good, but it came at the expense of your energy, tiring you out each time.

“Ah, sleepy pet?” He asked, already knowing the answer. He pressed a kiss first onto your lips, then sweetly scattering them across your face. You squinted as he pressed ones onto your eyelids, but returned the favor as you moved your own lips to meet his.

As the two of you parted, he looked deeply into your eyes, wearing a gentle and caring expression.

“You really are so good to me.” He planted one last kiss on your forehead, and you allowed your body to roll into his chest, his broad arms enveloping you.

“I love you.” You whispered, muted by the fabric of his shirt.

“And I love you, my kindred.” He agreed, joining you in closing his eyes in rest, enjoying the comfort and company you brought him when all was said and done.

“Reach out, touch faith”

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