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weirdmarioenemies · 2 years

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN! BOOGITY BOOGITY BOO

Beware... it is time once again for a post about something so frightening... in fact, one of the most concentrated entities of fright in all the Mario franchise! Behold...

Name: The Luigi’s Mansion logo

Debut: Luigi’s Mansion

This logo is made of GHOSTS! Nearly every letter, a ghost! We are so lucky that they are frozen in time, placated as they neatly form a stylish logo, but don’t forget that these are still ghosts, and they would love nothing more than to giggle at you! Will you giggle along? Let’s meet each of these ghosts, shall we?

L likes to take it easy and relax, which is why it is always seen sitting. All of these ghosts are cute, but this one in particular is acute, since it’s a bit smaller than a 90 degree angle! It may be the “leader” of this logo, but it is very casual, only a leader because they legally needed someone to fill that role, and everyone was comfortable letting it have it.

U has some very funky anatomy! The little nub on the bottom right is the base that it uses to stick to substrate, like an anemone, and also like an anemone, it can detach and reattach elsewhere. Branching off of this basal section is a long, curving neck, like a camel’s! U is so very good at looking around things.

I is just one of a set of mischievous triplets! The first one is the antsy, restless one, ready to jump about at any moment; the second is the most calm, remaining focused on the situation at hand; and the third is quiet, yet the most observant of all. They all play off of each other very well, and obviously boast something no one else here does, which is floating heads!

G is the first of these ghosts who has a mouth, letting out a ghostly wail at all times! In fact, it is strangely conventional, if you choose to interpret it that way, since it even has a tail! More shaped like a tadpole than a traditional ghost, but have you seen a ghost? Can you prove they are not shaped like tadpoles?

Apostrophe and S are really getting on my nerves here. They both coordinated that they would close their eyes for the big logo photo shoot! They know how important this was to every other ghost present, and thought it would be fun to sabotage it for a laugh. Let’s just move on, please.

M is marvelous! I love M! M might be my favorite, in fact! M has two big limbs that it walks about on, but its face is so low to the ground, and so low compared to its elbows especially! It is a gentle giant, and just wants to see what’s going on down there. What’s that? Ants down there? Delightful! M will watch them.

A is a strange little creature. It likes to trick us into thinking it also has a ghostly mouth like G, but it really has essentially the same anatomy as U, simply resting its longer neck on its shorter butt area! During the filming of this logo, the crew was pretty worried no one would fit their vision for the “A” character, but thankfully this clever specter came through with this little trick. What a treat!

Speaking of the same anatomy as U, N was thought to be the exact same species as U when its bones were discovered, but by consulting their spirits, we can see that N actually flips the entire anatomy vertically! This would have been more easy to deduce in hindsight if ghost eye sockets fossilized, but they do not. Like M, N has two limbs, but instead of slowly roaming the land, N uses its legs to gallop at high speeds!

Even though the previous S was a troublesome prankster, don’t let that cloud your judgement of the second S. This one just doesn’t have eyes! It’s an earthworm! The casting agency was getting pretty desperate for another wiggly ghost at this point, they just took what they could get.

O is the wailingest ghost in the west! When O died, and it arrived at the ghostly form customization facility, it said “Not much for me, thank you! I just want to wail.” And so, O is little more than the face of a ghost, but do you need any more? No! You do not.

Finally, we have the last N, and sorry that this one also has eyes closed. But it’s just had a very long day. This humble little N is responsible for ending the whole title, and that’s a big responsibility! It’s not a popular, charismatic leader like L on the other side, either. People like and respect N, sure, but they sort of underestimate it. It’s sort of treated like a child, even though every letter here is the same age, and this logo is in fact their class yearbook photo. So to N, getting to be the last one in the logo is a big deal! The other letters take notice, too, and things are looking up for N! It’s exhausting, though, and I really can’t blame it for needing to take a nap. N has made a lot of progress in its personal growth, and it can rest as much as it needs.

Wow. What a logo! A logo that is a bunch of some guys, I love it! Surely you can’t improve upon perfection, right?

You can! By adding additional funny guys! Get a load of this 2. Very nicely stylized, especially compared to the letters, making for an even more interesting creature!It looks like it’s got an anteater-like snout on the end of its big head, and a wonderful ghostly tail! 2 is like the team pet, an entity that the letters summoned in hopes of causing mischief, but it turned out to be a big lovable doofus with a heart of gold. Unfortunately, nothing about the original letters has changed here, so no comment there! Now, surely you can’t improve upon beyond perfection, right?

It’s up to interpretation! If you thought the one thing missing from that logo was edibility, then this one’s for you! You can eat this logo.

You may notice that here, each and every letter now has eyes, even those lacking them from before! HOWEVER. This does not change anything about our previously established cast of characters, because this is not them! This is all made of Goo, just like Gooigi. This is the Gooigi to the original logo’s Luigi. This logo’s name shall be Gooigi’s Mansion Logo.

There is even a real Ghostly logo, used as a preliminary version, so we can safely say that 3 is a real ghost character! It looks like 2 has grown up, now with a more robust tail that it has more adept control over! There is character development in these logos!

Now, would I eat the Luigi’s Mansion 3 logo? I hate to say it, but I would not. It LOOKS good, it would definitely be fun to eat, and in fact reminds me of the gelatin letters and numbers that I had from grocery stores when I was little, which were always delightful! Unfortunately, Goo is coffee flavored, and I do not like that flavor, so I would not eat this logo, and I would not eat Gooigi, either. I do wonder about that 3, though! It’s orange instead of green, suggesting a different flavor. Green in no way communicates “coffee”, so this could really be any flavor. It could be pumpernickel.

And finally, as a little bonus, let’s talk about the new chunk of letter ghost characters introduced in the Dark Moon logo. Trick or treat!

TRICK! These letters do not have eyes! Happy Halloween!!!

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pansyparkinsonsworld · 1 year

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THE LONE WOLF AND THE LAUGHING DRAGON

Rhaella was the youngest daughter of the King, Viserys I Targaryen, and his wife, Alicent Hightower. At the age of twelve, Rhaella was sent to Winterfell for a betrothal to the young Cregan Stark.

CHAPTER TWO: Horse Riding and Kisses

She stared at the horse. "Wow.." She was at a loss for words, she walked a little bit close and touched the horse. "It looks beautiful.."

He watched as she stared at the horse for a moment before laughing. She was so precious, so innocent. Would all other Targaryen girls be as perfect as this?

He smiled as she pet the horse. "Would you like to ride her? She is a fine animal, very gentle and tame. You can trust her as much as you trust me…and that is saying something." He winked at her once more before gesturing for her to take the reins as he smiled proudly. "Go ahead, my lady."

"My Lord.." She stammered. She did not know how to mount a horse as well as he could, she only knew how to mount a dragon. "I do not know how to mount.. a horse," She admitted.

Cregan laughed as she confessed that she did not know how to mount a horse. "Would you like me to show you how? It's quite easy." He walked over to her, still holding the reins of the horse. "All you must do is grab these reins, and then you put your foot here and jump."

He pointed to a spot near the horse's back. "And then once you're there, you swing your other leg over…and then you sit." he paused. "And then…well, then you're riding."

Rhaella nodded.. "Will you catch me when I fall, my Lord?" She asked, as she grabbed the reins, and swung her foot, and jumped. She nearly fell, but she managed to catch herself.

He caught her easily and held her steady. "You nearly fell, my lady. I am glad you made it." He smiled at her. "Are you ready to ride? Just hold these reins tight like this and squeeze them with your right hand and hold on, and you should be secure enough. I promise you, she is not a frightening animal."

"Could you–." She looked down.. "Ride with me? I feel insecure, riding a horse."

A smile spread across his face as Cregan nodded. "Of course my lady, I have ridden plenty of horses with a rider before. I shall protect you." he mounted the fine horse, and then held his hand out to Rhaella. "Do you trust your betrothed?"

"I do.." She whispered. She smiled when he said the word betrothed, but she did not show it. "Thank you, Cregan." She adjusted herself on the horse. He smiled as she seemed to blush. Did the Targaryen Princess have feelings for him? Or was it simply a reaction to his closeness? He felt himself blushing again as well.

"Of course. I will always protect you, my lady," He said quietly before giving the horse a light tap on its side and beginning to gallop forward. "Hold on, my lady…this should be an exciting ride."

Rhaella held on to the reins tight, and she maintained her breath. "Gods, this is way frightening! A dragon is easier to mount, but a horse is harder, I believe."

Cregan laughed out loud as she called riding a horse harder than riding a dragon. It was an amusing sight to see such a Targaryen Princess who had flown on a mighty dragon for most of her life, get nervous on top of a horse.

"This is normal, my lady, do not worry. All riders have to learn to control their horse somehow." Cregan squeezed her hand. "Just hold onto the reins tightly, and you will stay on just fine. Would you like to go faster? Are you comfortable enough for that?"

"A bit faster.. I would like that," She smirked, but hid it slyly. "My Lord.." She cleared her throat. "Any names for children? Which one do you like?"

He grinned as he felt her hand squeeze his own. "You are brave enough for a bit faster in that case." He laughed and kicked the horse a bit harder, and they began to pick up speed. "I have thought of many names for our children," He admitted as the horse began to move faster and faster. "I think I would like any of my children's names to hold Northern importance, with the possibility of a Targaryen name to honor you and your house. What names have you been considering, my princess?"

"I do not know," She pouted, and looked at the horse. "Cregan, you might be hurting the horse.." She let out a gasp, as the horse was going fast. "Perhaps Alaric? Aerion?"

Cregan laughed as he squeezed her hand again. "I promise the horse is fine, my lady." The horse, as if on cue to prove a point, neighed happily as they raced through the woods. "Alaric is a fine name. Perhaps a bit… old fashioned. Aerion is a lovely name to honor your ancestors, if you are okay with it."

He smirked as he leaned down, speaking a little quieter than before. "Would you prefer to have a son or a daughter? Or no preference?"

"No preference at all.. Cregan." She whispered. "A son or a daughter would be fine. Why? Would you want a son? Should we name him Rickon?"

Cregan was surprised by the whisper, but smiled nonetheless. "Any child you bear would be a great blessing, my dear," He whispered back in kind. "But yes, I want a son. I want to be able to teach him everything I know, and I want to see him grow to be a fierce warrior like his father. But I would still love to have a daughter just as much. And Rickon is a fine name to honor my house. I would be willing to name a son that, should you wish for it."

Rhaella nodded. "Shall we return to Winterfell.. I must admit, Cregan," The name slipped off the name sultry. "Horse riding wears me out. And I cannot ride any longer."

"Of course, my dear," Cregan laughed as the horse began to slow. "I think even great Targaryen Princesses grow tired of riding occasionally." He smiled as he squeezed her hand again. "You were wonderful on that horse. Truly, you did a fine job." He kissed her knuckles. "You should go and get some rest. Perhaps you may even want to take a nap. I will go and fetch us some wine. Would that sound good, my lady?"

"I cannot drink! Aren't we too young to drink wine, my Lord?" She asked, as she got down from the horse. "I mean, you are three-and-ten, and I am two-and-ten.."

He laughed once more at her words. She may have been a Targaryen, but she certainly did not act like one. "You have never had any wine?" Cregan asked her in a low voice, surprised by her answer. "Not even at feasts? Many people in the North take their first sips of wine at feasts when they are much younger than you." He laughed again. "Are you perhaps forbidden to drink it while your father is King? I can tell you for certain, my lady, in the North, you would not be too young to drink."

"My mother." She rolled her eyes. "And besides.. I think of myself too young to even drink mead. Let alone wine. It is too much for me, my Lord."

He laughed at her answer. She was more Targaryen than he cared to admit if she was this innocent. Yet there was a certain part of him that admired the sincerity of it. He smiled at her and squeezed her hand once more. "Well then, how about we have some apple juice? Is that okay for you, my dear? I am sure there is plenty in the castle we can enjoy." I looked at her with a smile. "Would you like that?"

"Apple juice would be great," She smiled. "I am sorry, Cregan.. If I am not the best.. Targaryen princess you shall marry. I will admit, I think you should just marry a Northerner than a Southerner.."

Cregan looked at her as she spoke, still feeling her hand squeeze my own. "No need to apologize, my sweet. You may be a bit sheltered, a bit innocent. But you are also honest, kind and sweet. Is that not worth just as much?" He smiled as he looked down at her. "Besides, you are just two-and-ten. You still have many years left to grow and change into what it is you truly want to be. Do not worry, my princess," He said with a smile. "I have plenty of faith in you."

She kissed him on the cheek. "You're kind to me, Cregan.. Too kind, in fact. Are you positive you want to marry me? And not just for my title?

He smiled as she kissed my cheek, feeling his cheeks turn red in response. "I am certain I want to marry you, my lady. There is no one I want to marry more than you. Would you say the same in return? That there is no one you would rather marry than your betrothed?" He squeezed her hand as he spoke.

"There's no one I would marry rather than you, Cregan." She kissed him, and kissed him passionately. She hesitated to say the three words in her mind, what would be his reaction? "Cregan.. I-."

Cregan returned her kiss with one of my own, letting his feelings for her spill out as they embraced. When they pulled apart, he smiled up at her, and raised an eyebrow as he saw her hesitating. "Hmm?" He asked her. "What is it, my princess? Speak what is on your mind. I would like to hear no secrets from my bride-to-be."

"I love you Cregan," She smiled, as he cupped her face. "I love you a lot. I love you so much.."

Cregan was surprised by what she said, but in a good way. He smiled as his mind raced to keep up with his heart. Did she mean it? Truly? Or had she merely mistaken friendship for love? There was only one way to find out. "You love me?" He asked with a smile. "You truly mean that you love me?"

"I do mean it, Cregan." Rhaella nodded. "If I had to be married to you, so be it. I do not want to wed and bed an old Lord, I want to wed you."

He hugged her tightly as he heard those words leave her mouth. His face was flushed, and his heart felt like it was going to leap from his chest. "I…I love you too, my dear. I cannot believe I am so lucky as to marry a woman who loves me as much as you do." he kissed her again. "I love you, my princess."

"And I love you too, Cregan." Rhaella smiled. She's never confessed her feelings to anyone, so this was quite new to her. Really new. "I love you more than you know it. Please, my love. May I.. touch you?"

His heart stopped at her words, and his face reddened in response. His jaw dropped as he nodded, not fully understanding what it was she was asking. "Of course," He whispered. "You may touch me."

Rhaella smirked, and began to kiss Cregan. As she did so, she took off the big fur coat of his, and her coat as well. "I love you, Cregan." He pulled her close as the warmth of her lips met his own once more, and as his eyes closed, he felt as though he were in heaven.

Her hand ran through his hair as their lips touched, and he felt himself being swept away by the moment. "And I love you, Princess Rhaella." he kissed her passionately, not caring who might see them or whether this was inappropriate. She was his betrothed, and she had just confessed her love for him. Who else mattered in this moment?

Rhaella stood there, only her dress in tact. Her coat on the floor, alongside with his. "I love you, so much." Rhaella smiled. She really did, she's never loved someone as big as Aemond had. "I just.. I love you so much, my love."

"And I love you," was all that he could manage to say. Her beauty was striking, and he could not help but stare at her. He felt as though no one in all of Westeros was as beautiful as her. "You look wonderful," He eventually managed to stammer out, but the words sounded ridiculous. They felt like mere words, whereas the look in his eyes spoke a much louder language. "There could never be another woman who could win my heart as you have…I am bound to you forever, my princess."

"Really? I've heard that you like Arra Norrey. Tell me, my Lord." Rhaella had a jealous look on her eyes, but she covered it well. "Between her and me, which would you prefer?"

Cregan’s heart sank at her question, and his stomach churned with guilt. This was not the conversation he wanted to have with her, especially so soon after such a precious moment. But there was no lying to her…and who was he to lie to his own betrothed? He took a deep breath before responding.

"Arra is a fine woman…" He began, hesitating. "But…it is you who has managed to capture my heart, and nobody else. You are the one I wish to spend the rest of my life with. She cannot hold a candle to you, my dear."

"Isn't she the one who you've been friends with, since childhood?" She smirked. She wanted reassurance from Cregan. "And, since you've known her longer, I'm sure you'll wed her instead of me."

"She was indeed one of my childhood friends…" He admitted. "And yes, we have known each other for a long time. But it is you I want, my princess. If I had to explain my feelings to you…I am not sure how I could even put them into words. You fill me with a happiness and a joy I never thought I could feel. You are the sun of my days, my lady. Is that enough to prove my love for you? Is it enough to show that my feelings are true?"

She smirked. "Yes, my little Lord-to-be." She nodded. She looked at the man looking at them and scoffed. "Is that your uncle, Bennard?"

He let out a surprised laugh before nodding at the direction she was looking. "You would be right, my dear. That is indeed my uncle Bennard. He likes to watch from afar, I am not sure why." He shrugged. "Perhaps he is wishing I were as brave as him when it comes to wooing someone I wish to marry." He winked at her as he spoke. "Why do you ask? Is he bothering you?"

"Not.. so," She fake smiled. She felt unsafe, especially with his brooding eyes. It made her shiver. "He is not bothering me, in the slightest. I am a Targaryen Princess, whilst he.. is merely a Lord Regent."

It pained him to see her discomfort around his uncle. Was he scaring her? He did not know what he meant to her, but if she was uncomfortable around him as she claimed, then it would be his duty to speak with him. "Uncle," He called out to him, my voice carrying across the courtyard to where he had been loitering. "Would you come here for a moment?"

His beady eyes looked up at Cregan and he nodded, walking over to Cregan. "What is it, boy?" He asked with a grunt of a voice. "Have you found yourself a wife, yet?"

Rhaella let out a little gasp, as the man stood over them. He was a man, compared to Cregan. "Uhm.." She held onto Cregan's arm. If she had to be honest, he was as large as Westeros giants.

Cregan stared up at his uncle, and felt his lip curl in agitation. His tone of voice, his demeanor… they were all wrong. He should be nicer to his betrothed, and he had no right to call Cregan a boy.

"I think you owe my betrothed, Princess Rhaella, an apology," He said evenly. "She claims you were staring at her and making her feel uncomfortable." He squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Are you willing to apologize to her? And to ensure she feels safe in my hall?"

"Cregan.." She whispered, as he squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Please.. No more of this matter, I just want to go to your office."

Cregan gave his uncle another cold, hard glare before nodding. "Very well…but just know that we will speak of this later, Uncle." He grumbled under his breath before turning back to her, squeezing her hand once more. "As you wish, my lady. Shall we proceed then?" He smiled as he offered her his arm. "Do you wish to walk? Or ride, perhaps? I can have the horses brought out once more if you wish."

"Walk with me, my love." She smiled, and kissed his cheek. She gave one cold glare, that Targaryens usually give to their enemies, to Bennard before sweetly looking at her betrothed. "I think we shall walk together, around the castle."

"Of course, my love." Cregan smiled back, and gave her hand another tight squeeze. "Just say the word and we shall go wherever and do whatever you wish." The cold glare she sent to his uncle's way did not go unnoticed by him, but he decided it was best not to speak of it. "Would you like to walk through the Godswood? It is a quiet place that I find calm and relaxing. I think it is the perfect place for two lovers such as us to stroll through. What do you say?"

"Godswood it is, then." Rhaella smiled, and kissed his cheek again. Her love language was that of kisses and hugs. Well, mainly one of them. "I love you, Cregan Stark."

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wacky-nameless-inventor-24 · 2 years

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OH MY GOSH I JUST REMEMBERED THIS THING I MADE LIKE TWO YEARS AGO-

Because the glossary in the back of the books doesn't always include every ghost (usually just the ones in the book) I made an alphabetical list of every ghost sub-type, it's name, type, glossary description, and any of its major appearances in the series.

ANYWAY, I just found it again, and I thought I'd post it for anyone who needed it (I also haven't read the books in a while, so I can't fact-check it now so we'll just have to trust 2020 me)!

GHOST NAME: Bone Man TYPE: Type One GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: Name given to a particular variety of ghosts probably a sub-type of Shade. Bone Men are hairless, emaciated forms, with skin clinging to their skulls and rib cages. They glow with a bright, pale other-light. Though superficially similar to some Wraiths, they are always passive and somewhat dismal. MAJOR APPEARANCE: None.

GHOST NAME: Changer TYPE: Type Two GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A rare and dangerous ghost, powerful enough to alter its appearance during a manifestation. MAJOR APPEARANCE: As the monks of the Red Room and the Screaming Staircase in the Screaming Staircase, as the rat-ghost of Simon Wilberforce in the Whispering Skull, and as the Changer in the attic of Lavender Lodge in the Hollow Boy.

GHOST NAME: Cold Maiden TYPE: Type One GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A gray, misty female form often wearing old-fashioned dress, seen indistinctly at a distance. Cold Maidens radiate powerful feelings of malaise. As a rule, they are rarely draw close to the living, but exceptions have been known. MAJOR APPEARANCE: A ghost that Lockwood and Lucy have to fend off one for a favor to Flo Bones during the Whispering Skull.

GHOST NAME: Dark Specter TYPE: Type Two GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A frightening variety of ghost that manifests as a moving patch of darkness. Sometimes the apparition at the center of the darkness is dimly visible; at other times the black cloud is fluid and formless, perhaps shrinking to the size of a pulsing heart, or expanding at speed to engulf a room. MAJOR APPEARANCE: None.

GHOST NAME: Fetch TYPE: Type Two GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A rare and unnerving class of ghost act appears in the shape of a living person, usually someone known to the onlooker. Fetches are seldom aggressive, but the fear and disorientation they evoke is so strong that most experts classify them as Type Two spirits, to be treated with extreme caution. MAJOR APPEARANCE: A ghost beneath Aickmere Brothers' department store that poses as Lockwood during the Hollow Boy.

GHOST NAME: Floating Bride TYPE: Type One GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A female ghost, a variety of Cold Maiden. Floating Brides are generally headless, or missing another part of their anatomy. Some search for their missing extremity; others cradle it or hold it mournfully aloft. Named after the ghost of two royal brides, beheaded at Hampton Court Palace. MAJOR APPEARANCE: None.

GHOST NAME: Gallows Wraith TYPE: Type Two GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A malignant subtype of Wraith, found at former places of execution. "Old Crackneck," which killed three agents in Tybern Fields, is the most famous gallows Wraith of all. MAJOR APPEARANCE: Several pursue Lockwood, Lucy and George through Wimbledon Commons in the Whispering Skull.

GHOST NAME: Gibbering Mist TYPE: Type One GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A weak insubstantial ghost, notable for its deranged and repetitive chuckling, which always sounds as if it's coming from behind you. MAJOR APPEARANCE: None. I think they were mentioned during the Chelsea outbreak during the Hollow Boy.

GHOST NAME: Glimmer TYPE: Type One GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: The faintest perceptible ghosts with an apparition. Glimmers manifest only as flecks of other-light flitting through the air. They can be touched or walked through without harm. MAJOR APPEARANCE: None.

GHOST NAME: Gray Haze TYPE: Type One GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: An ineffectual, rather tedious ghost, a common Type One variety. Gray Hazes seem to lack the power to form coherent apparitions and manifest as shapeless patches of finality glinting mist. Probably because their ectoplasm is so diffuse, Gray Hazes do not cause ghost-touch, even if a person walks right through them. Their main effects are to spread chill, miasma, and unease. MAJOR APPEARANCE: None. Mentioned during the Chelsea outbreak during the Hollow Boy.

GHOST NAME: Limbless TYPE: Type Two GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A swollen, misshapen variety of ghost, with a generally human head and torso, but lacking recognizable arms and legs. With Wriaths and Raw-Bones, one of the least pleasing apparitions. Often accompanied by strong sensations of miasma and creeping fear. MAJOR APPEARANCE: Julius Winkman uses the Source of a Limbless in a ghost-bomb then tosses it into 35 Portland Row during the raid in the Empty Grave. Lockwood also tells Lucy that Flo Bone's old associates, Sinclare and Soanes were killed by two Limbless on the Other Side during the events of the Empty Grave.

GHOST NAME: Lurker TYPE: Type One GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A variety of ghost that hangs back in the shadows, rarely moving, never approaching the living, but spreading strong feelings of anxiety and creeping fear. MAJOR APPEARANCE: None.

GHOST NAME: Pale Stench TYPE: Type One GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A ghost that spreads a dreadful miasma, a smell of noxious deca. Best confronted by during sticks of lavender. MAJOR APPEARANCE: There aren't really, unless you count Ezekiel calling the Skull one in the Empty Grave.

GHOST NAME: Phantasm TYPE: Type Two GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: Any ghost that maintains an airy, delicate, and see-through form. A Phantasm may be almost invisible, aside form its faith outline and a few whips details of face and features. Despite its insubstantial appearance, it is no less aggressive than the more solid-seeming Specter, and all he more dangerous for being harder to see. MAJOR APPEARANCE: Mainly used in the ghost-bombs during the attack on the Rotwell parade during the Hollow Boy. Can be used to describe many other ghosts.

GHOST NAME: Poltergeist TYPE: Type Two GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A powerful and destructive class of ghost. Poltergeists release strong bursts of supernatural energy that can lift even heavy objects into the air. They do not form apparitions. MAJOR APPEARANCE: There was one stirred up by Lucy and Holly during the Aickmere Brothers' case in the Hollow Boy.

GHOST NAME: Raw-Bones TYPE: Type Two GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A rare and unpleasant type of ghost, which manifesto as a bloody, skinless corps with goggling eyes and grinning teeth. Not popular with agents. Many authorities regard it as a variety of Wraith. MAJOR APPEARANCE: Gorge said one killed Lockwood and George's old associate, Robin, by scaring him and making him fall off a roof during the Screaming Staircase.

GHOST NAME: Revenant TYPE: Type Two GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A fortunately rare variety of ghost in which the apparition can temporarily animate its own corpse and cause it to break free of its grave. Though Revenant generate a powerful ghost-lock and strong waves of creeping fear, they are easy to deal with because their body is their Source, thus giving an agent plenty of opportunity to encase them in silver. Also, if the corpse is old, it usually falls to pieces before doing too much damage. MAJOR APPEARANCE: The Revenant of Neil Clarke --Marissa Fitttes' old physician-- chases Lockwood and Co. up the stairs of her crypt during the Empty Grave.

GHOST NAME: Screaming Spirit TYPE: Type Two GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A feared ghost which may or may not display any kind of visual apparition. Screaming Spirits emit terrifying psychic shrieks, the sound of which is sometimes enough to paralyze the listener with fright, and so bring on ghost-lock. MAJOR APPEARANCE: I don't know if the screaming ghosts on the Screaming Staircase was a Screaming Spirit or if it was the Changer of the bloody monks of the Red Room.

GHOST NAME: Shade TYPE: Type One GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: The standard Type One ghost, an possibly the most common type of Visitor. Shades may appear quite solid, in the manner of Specters, or be insubstantial and whips, like Phantasms; however, they entirely lack the dangerous intelligence of either Shades seem unaware of the presence of the living, and are usually bound into a fixed pattern of behavior. They project feelings of grief and loss, but seldom display anger of any stronger emotion. They almost always appear in human form. MAJOR APPEARANCE: Shades are so common that I'm sure there are several, the only notable ones I can think of right now are featured in the Screaming Staircase.

GHOST NAME: Shining Boy TYPE: Type Two GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A deceptively beautiful variety of ghost that manifests as a young boy (or, more rarely, girl) walking in the center of a cold, blazing other-light. MAJOR APPEARANCE: There was one haunting the Old Sun Inn in Albury Castle that Lockwood and Co., with the help of Quill Kipps, get rid of in the Creeping Shadow.

GHOST NAME: Solitary TYPE: Type Two GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: An unusual ghost, often encountered in remote and perilous places, generally outdoors. Visually it often wears the guise of a slender child, seen at a distance across a ravine or lake. It never draws close to the living, but rather radiates an extreme form of ghost-lock that may overwhelm anyone nearby. Victims of Solitaries often hurl themselves over cliffs or into deep water in an effort to end it all. MAJOR APPEARANCE: None.

GHOST NAME: Specter TYPE: Type Two GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: The most commonly encountered Type Two ghost. A Specter always forms a clear, detailed apparition, which may in some cases seem almost solid. It is usually an accurate visual echo of the deceased as they were when alive or newly dead. Specters are less nebulous than Phantasms and less hideous than Wraiths, but equally varied in behavior. Many are neutral or benign in their dealings with the living--perhaps returning to reveal a secret, or make right an ancient wrong. Some, however, are actively hostile, and hungry for human contact. These ghosts should be avoided at all costs. MAJOR APPEARANCE: Well, are you ready for this? The famous Annabel Elizabeth Ward of the Screaming Staircase was a Specter, along with Edmund Bickerstaff of the Whispering Skull, Arabella Crowley (A more detailed less important case that Lockwood and Lucy go on) in the Hollow Boy, Emma Marchment a ghost that Lucy and her Rotwell team fight during the Creeping Shadow, also the main variety of ghost on the subway at the auction where Lucy and Lockwood attempt to steal the Skull back during the Creeping Shadow, and La Belle Dame of Tufnell's Traveling Fairground was a Specter, too, in the Empty Grave.

GHOST NAME: Stalker TYPE: Type One GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A ghost hat seems draw to living people, following them at a distance, but never venturing close. Agents whoa re skilled at Listening often detect the slow suffering of its bony feet, and the desolate sighs and groans. MAJOR APPEARANCE: None.

GHOST NAME: Stone Knocker TYPE: Type One GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A desperately uninteresting ghost, which does precious little aside from tap. MAJOR APPEARANCE: None.

GHOST NAME: Tom o' Shadows TYPE: Type One GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A London term for a Luker or a Shade that lingers in doorways, arches, or alleyways. An everyday urban ghost. MAJOR APPEARANCE: None

GHOST NAME: Wisp TYPE: Type One GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: Weak and generally uninteresting, a Wisp is a ghost that manifests as a pale flickering flame. Some scholars believe that all ghosts, given time, degenerate into Wisps, then Glimmers, before vanishing altogether. MAJOR APPEARANCE: None.

GHOST NAME: Wraith TYPE: Type Two GLOSSARY DESCRIPTION: A dangerous ghost. Wraiths are similar to Specters in strength and patterns of behavior, but are far more horrible to look at. Their apparitions show the deceased in his or her dead state: gaunt and shrunk, horribly thin, sometimes rotten and wormy. Wraiths often appear as skeletons. They radiate powerful ghost-lock. MAJOR APPEARANCE: Several pursue Lockwood, Lucy and George across Wimbledon Common in the Whispering Skull. They are mentioned many times, but other than the Wimbledon Wraiths, there are no notable appearances.

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Week 4 World Cinema Research Blog - by Natalyn Wakeling

Carrie 1976

Carrie is a horror film that was released in 1976. The film was directed by Brian De Palma. Carrie was a breakthrough for its time because it was one of the first mainstream horror films. What I found remarkable about the film was the way it was produced. the lighting, sound effects, and slow and speed up of time throughout the film really give it a dimension that I have not seen up until this point from films I have watched and researched for this class. The storyline of this film goes as follows: Carrie is a sheltered, high school girl who is tormented by her classmates. She possesses the power of telekinesis, and ultimately uses this power when she is finally fed up with all of the foolery from her classmates at the prom.

As stated above, the film was directed by Brian De Palma. The film was budgeted at 1.8 million dollars. The film grossed 33.8 million dollars, making it one of the most profitable of the films I have watched and researched at this point. These numbers make this film a big commercial success. Many cinematic works today have used elements from Carrie such as telekinesis, and the plot of revenge on classmates. We see telekinesis used in modern storylines such as Eleven from the Netflix series Stranger Things. Obviously the storyline of the film Carrie was already written out in the Stephan King novel, so this was the major influence of the film. Carrie was one of the groundbreaking films to be a commercial success in the horror genre, which paved the way for more mainstream horror films to come.

Critically, the film was highly reviewed by film critic Roger Ebert. He described Carrie as "an absolutely spellbinding horror movie, with a shock at the end that's the best thing along those lines since the shark leaped aboard in "Jaws."".

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He is right in that the ending is the most recognizable part of the film. The ending truly is the climax, and all of the event before were the build up to Carrie's breaking point. The New York Times wrote of the film being "not frightening at all until the very end, and then it is briefly and extremely frightening." This made the movie very notable in this way, and probably produced a lot of word of mouth advertisement from people speaking of their experiences watching the film. There is mainly good things to say about the film from critics, and I would agree with the remarks made both by Ebert and the New York Times on the film.

In 1976, Apple was officially founded by Steve Jobs. This also happens to be the year that the film Carrie was released. These events coexistence has significance to me because There was a big jump in production from this film to a film made even 5-10 years ago. This film included a lot of lightening, sound, editing, and action scenes that all contributed to the ambiance of the film. This relates to Steve Jobs and the Apple company because it shows a progression in technology during this time. Steve Jobs starting up a user-friendly electronics company from his garage really displays the technological advancements of this time. Along side the productional advancements seen in this film.

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I believe that marketing was on of the reasons why Carrie became a commercial success. The trailer in particular does a good job of introducing the story line, but not ruining the ultimate surprise at the end of the movie that makes it notable. I think this plays into why the film became a commercial success, and why critics and other ordinary reviewers of the film found it remarkable for its time.

Carrie is a horror film, and the production, acting, and dialogue serves in portraying it as such.

Margaret White: Witch. Got Satan's Power.

Carrie: It has nothing to do with Satan, Mama. It's me. Me. If I concentrate hard enough, I can move things.

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This line of dialogue between Carrie and her mother sets the tone of the film. It displays Carrie's mother having personal insecurity of her sin outcasting Carrie, and Carrie constantly trying to defend herself to her mother. One particular scene that was remarkable to me was when the camera was slowly spinning out of control while panning in on Carrie and Tommy. It built suspense, and had symbolism of how the night would spiral out of control. Scenes like this show how the advanced production of films added new dimension to how we perceive the film.

From todays prospective, there is a familiarity to the film that is seen throughout many horror films I have watched. Sound effects, jump scares, and the suspense built in the film are all common factors of other horror films, which give it the familiarity. I think something standout about this film in comparison to other horror films was Carrie herself. Usually the protagonist is subjected to the horrors that take place in the film, but in this case, Carrie was the horror. "I'm goin', Mama. You can't stop me. And I don't wanna talk about it anymore. " When Carrie said this, she really meant it. She threw her mother on the bed multiple times with her telekinesis to make it out of the door for prom, which is where we start seeing the darker side of Carrie.

I believe that Carrie was meant to be unconventional for its time, but is definitely perceived as conventional now. Carrie was set up for success being a film of famous horror novelist Stephan King. The film is easy to follow, and not too deep until the very end, making have traits of a conventional film. I believe that the style and production of this film is what made it standout, and breakthrough, paving the way for other mainstream horror films.

Overall, Carrie was a huge success for its time. The innovation of production style and the introduction of horror into mainstream cinema, are components that made the film remarkable, and why there has been remakes and buzz around it to this day.

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Yours Truly - Chapter 5: Questions, Questions, Questions

・❥・Pairing: Elvis Presley x original female character

・❥・Genre: slow burn, mystery, angst, fluff.

・❥・Word Count: 1.8k

・❥・Summary: In which a 21-year-old girl suddenly finds herself having consecutive dreams of a particular rock ‘n’ roll star whom she has never met and who died 45 years ago.

・❥・ Ratings & Warnings: SFW. speeding lol, minor character injury, quite angsty.

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NOVA

A sharp gust of wind blew past me, its never-ending force meeting my skin. It was difficult to adjust to my surroundings, for all I saw is the landscapes flying by past me. Then it occurs to me - I am on a moving vehicle. And I am most certain the person operating the said vehicle - is him.

"What the hell?!" I exclaimed.

"Hold on, honey!" With his response, I circle my arms around his waist tightly.

I have heard of Elvis' love for vehicles. His iconic Pink Cadillac was only one example, but I have heard of his collection of hundreds of cars and evidently-so, his love for motorcycles it seems.

"Since when did you have a motorcycle?" I inquired, trying my best to level my voice to a volume that he will hear me, despite the encompassing wind.

"What?" He countered back, briefly turning his head to me before refocusing back on the road. I attempt to repeat my question, but know that he could not hear me - so I focus on stabilising myself on the speeding vehicle and frantically try to distract myself on the fact that this is happening.

I feel my heart beating loudly against my chest, like it's a beat away from truly escaping out of it. I have steered clear away from motorcycles in my life so far. They are the epicentre of everything that symbolised danger and higher chances of the safety line being crossed. I enjoy my peace and my safety, thus I never saw the appeal of riding a motorcycle.

Elvis' howling laughter shakes me out of my thoughts.

"Woohoo! Ain't it fun?" He doesn't turn his head around, but I can sense that he is grinning from the pure sound of glee in his voice.

I shake my head and then realise that he can't see me.

"You are crazy!"

He increases the speed which I did not think was possible from the rate that he was going, but it was. My eyes shut with the veins of fear gripping onto me, like it always did. At least maybe with my eyes closed now, it wouldn't be as frightening and we will get to where we are heading soon. I feel my hands tighten around his waist, in desperation that I do not fall off this motorcycle.

The universe must've heard my prayers as before I knew it, the pace slowed down and the gust of the wind slowed. The motorcycle stopped. I hesitatingly open my eyes to confirm that we have in fact stopped.

Elvis put the brakes on and swung his legs off the motorcycle, standing up. This is when I briefly realise what he is wearing. A classic black leather jacket, with a black turtleneck underneath and black pants to match. He swiftly took off his helmet, shaking his head as he ran his fingers through his hair briefly.

How is he so good-looking?

It really is unbelievable.

"You need help, doll?" He smirks, that annoying smirk of his.

"Huh?"

"When you are done checking me out, I can give you hand off the motorcycle. If you'd like." He chuckles at me.

I feel immense heat rush up my cheeks. I am horrified. Was I really staring at him for that long? Nova, get yourself together.

"I - I wasn't, " I stammered in which he rose an eyebrow at me, "Oh, shut it. I can get off this fine." I said before he approaches me.

Frankly speaking, it does suck that I am shorter than him. Tall people really do have the advantage of a lot of things. For instance, getting off a motorcycle does not require taking multitudes of time trying to get your feet to reach the ground. A problem that I am encountering as of now.

"Are you sur-"

I cut him off with my hands up at him, "Yeah, I got th-"

My sentence is cut off by the imbalance of my body, as I feel my body met the ground. That f.ucking hurts. Ouch.

I hear Elvis rush to me, "Nova? Are you okay?!"

I feel him take the helmet off me as he places my head onto his lap. His hands gently cup my face, and its contact does not go unnoticed. His hands are cold, but nevertheless, the fact that his skin is in contact with mine - it leaves me breathless for a brief second.

Wincing at the pain, I try to open my eyes and see his blue ones meet mine. His once carefree smirk is gone, and is replaced by a frown and concern swimming in his eyes.

"You are so f.ucking lucky that I landed on grass and not concrete!" I scold at him, hitting his arm with my hand lightly.

He is confused at first, but then releases a sigh of relief. He shakes his head at me, "Hey lady! Here I am checking if you are hurt and you. . ." He trails off, but a smile is slowly creeping up on his lips.

"I'm real glad I found you, Nova."

I squint my eyes at him, "Elvis, you keep saying that. But you won't tel-"

"We are going to need a band-aid for your knee." He confirms, as he rolls my jeans up slightly to check my leg.

Pastel colors of orange, pink and purple adorned the canvas of the sky. The gentle sound of the water harmonised perfectly with the breeze of the trees. I sighed in the tranquility, and leaned back on the wooden bench.

"This is nice."

"Yeah, it is. It's the quiet that I think every person needs once in a while." Elvis says, his gaze thoughtful as he looked at the glistening sun's reflection on the lake.

"Very true. Especially after falling off a motorcycle," I emphasised jokingly.

He turns to me and puts his hand up in mock-surrender, "Honey, I offered to help and you declined."

I rolled my eyes at this, "Fine. I'll give you that. But you better explain to me why were we on a motorcycle in the first place?" I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Didn't you say that you wanted to be a little more reckless, live a little?"

"No, I didn't."

But I did. Yes I definitely did. But I didn't verbalise it out loud. I said it in my mind when I blew out the candles at my birthday party.

"Yeah, you did."

I don't argue with him any further and instead move on to a different question.

"I have a question."

"Okay," He smiled, biting his bottom lip, "I'll answer it only on one condition."

"What?"

"Trust me."

"But-"

He moves closer to me, and holds my hands, "You and I both know that you wished to live more spontaneously. To be more open to new experiences and just live. I can help with that, and I promise you with all my heart that I won't let you get hurt, Nova. I know that there's that band-aid on your knee, but that is because of your own stubbornness."

My lips fail to stop the smile on my lips.

"Okay, Elvis."

He releases a sigh in relief, and he releases my hands.

"I want to ask my first question now."

"Go ahead." He smiles, although he is no longer holding onto my hands - he is still very much sat right next to me on this bench. There is literally no space between us.

"How is this happening? I mean, how are you here again? I thought dreams are one-off. They don't continue like this."

He shrugs, "I don't know, honey. I guess the boss up there owes me a favour." He points to the sky and chuckles.

"Elvis!" I groaned, slightly annoyed.

"Nova!" He grins.

"Answer me seriously." I say.

"I am, I swear."

I thought for a second.

"Okay. How about this; I ask a question and you can only answer with one word." I say seriously, trying to decipher if he will agree to this.

After a little back and forth, he finally agrees to this. It will give me a peace of mind. It has to. Because at the moment, this is not making any sense. Weren't dreams supposed to be different each time we dream? We don't continue of the last dream, don't we?

"Am I dreaming right now?" I take a deep breath, awaiting his answer. Although he kinda answered this before on our initial meeting, I want to ask him again.

"Maybe."

He's playing safe.

"Why are you in my dreams again?"

"Promise."

I furrow my eyebrows at this. Promise?

"What do you mean?"

"Uh-uh. Only one word, honey. remember?" He smirks.

I sigh frustratedly and continue on, "Was your song playing on my way to lectures this morning. . . was that a coincidence?"

"Nope." He shakes his head, more amused than ever at my confused features.

"Did you like the song by the way? It's not as known as my other songs. But it was a fun song from my movie called 'Live a little, love a little'."

I freeze. He really-

"Are you real?"

For the first time in this line of questions, Elvis simply nods and does not verbalise a response.

"How do you know me?" I ask, and sense his body stiffen. There is that tension in his shoulders.

"Let me rephrase that. . . who am I to you, Elvis?" I ask nervously. His features are etched with seriousness, and for a second I see a glimpse of an internal battle with himself. He opens his mouth to respond, but closes it once again. He looks away for a second and closes his eyes, exhaling. When he meets my eyes again, his eyes are red with the evidence of tears trying to break out.

I have never seen him cry in this short time I have known him so far, and I suddenly feel guilty for asking this.

"Elvis. . ."

I feel a tightness in my chest.

"Nova. Please, please. . ." He bits his lip, holding back tears, "Please ask me something else." I notice that his hands are back in holding mine. But the hold is not gentle like before, this time it's like he is clutching my hands. Like when you are holding onto something to give you strength.

I feel my throat dry. Suddenly, my mind is empty of any questions.

"Do you know how to swim?" I smile at him.

He breathes a deep sigh of relief and chuckles, and I feel my chest become lighter to hear him chuckle.

"Yeah."

"Good because I don't." I laugh.

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#elvis x oc #elvis fanfic #elvis presley #elvis x original female character #original female character #fantasy #slow burn #angst #fluff #mystery #elvis fic #yours truly #astralheart21 #chapter 5

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The basindirond is a large, mobile pitcher plant with a strong symbiotic relationship with a fungal growth. Both organisms feed on nutrient rich fluids, most often blood and rotting tissue, so they work together to hunt prey. The plant is mobile and has numerous limbs capable of fighting and lifting food into its pitcher, while the fungus produces potent toxins and powerful hallucinogens to aid in the hunt. Most simple beasts caught in the plant's hallucinogenic cloud wind up paralyzed and easy prey, but more complex creatures such as humanoids act far more randomly and erratically, and may see visions that cause them to run, or even lash out at the basindirond. The plant is unable to distinguish between which creatures are easy prey and which are more troublesome, but it doesn't really matter in the end so long as it manages to secure a kill and can slowly peel off limbs to feed into its mouth to provide a future source of nutritious rot.

The original basindirond had a little chart you rolled on to determine the specific hallucination and the action each round, but a lot of them wound up being the same effect (take no action and don't move) so I decided to simplify it down to a series of results for easier stat block purposes. If you'd like to roll some specific hallucinations, here's the original list. Roll a d6 and use the appropriate result.

1: You’re sinking in quicksand! Fall prone and spend 1 round flailing your arms and legs as if trying to swim. 2: Attacked by a swarm of spiders! Spend a full round action to attack the floor near you with your weapon. 3: An item you hold has turned into a viper! Drop it and flee from the item at top speed for 1 round. 4: You’re suffocating! Stand in place, hold your breath, and clutch at your throat for 1 round. 5: You’ve shrunk to 1/10th your normal size! Take no actions for 1 round and monsters won’t see you. 6: You’re melting! Grasp hold of yourself in an attempt to hold yourself together, and take no actions for 1 round.

Note that these provide much less opportunity to escape the cloud or fight back in the 5e version (13th Age doesn't matter since it's just a single round of attacks rather than an actual area effect). Take that into consideration before unleashing it on the party.

Originally from the Pathfinder Bestiary. This post came out a week ago on my Patreon. If you want to get access to all my monster conversions early, as well as access to my premade adventures and other material I’m working on, consider backing me there!

5th Edition

Basidirond Medium plant, unaligned Armor Class 11 Hit Points 67 (9d8 + 27) Speed 20 ft. Str 20 (+5) Dex 13 (+1) Con 16 (+3) Int 2 (-4) Wis 11 (+0) Cha 1 (-5) Condition Immunities blinded, deafened, frightened Senses tremorsense 60 ft. (blind beyond this radius) passive Perception 10 Languages - Challenge 4 (1100 XP) Cold Lethergy. If the basidirond takes cold damage, it has dissadvantage on attack rolls and ability checks, and cannot use Hallucination Spores until the end of its next turn. Actions Slam. Melee Weapon Attack: +7 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 9 (1d8+5) bludgeoning damage plus 10 (3d6) poison damage. Hallucination Spores (1/Short Rest). The basidirond releases a cloud of spores in a 20-foot radius sphere centered on itself. The cloud spreads around corners. It lasts for 5 rounds, or until a wind of moderate or greater speed (at least 10 miles per hour) disperses it. A creature that starts its turn in the area must succeed on a DC 13 Constitution saving throw or be poisoned for one minute. While poisoned in this way, the target is affected by powerful hallucinations. On each of its turns, roll a d4 to determine what it does during that turn. On a 1, the target does nothing. On a 2, the target takes no action but uses all its movement to move in a random direction. On a 3, the target makes a weapon attack against a random creature within range, or it moves up to its speed toward a random creature it can see. On a 4, the target acts normally. At the end of each of its turns, if it isn't in the cloud a poisoned target can repeat the save, ending the effect on itself on a success.

13th Age

Basindirond 2nd level spoiler [plant] Initiative: +3 Bodyslam +7 vs. AC - 4 damage. Natural Even Hit: The basindirond can make a hallucination spores attack against the target as a free action. Hallucination Cloud: 1/battle, as a standard action, the basindirond can make a hallucination spores attack against 1d4+1 nearby enemies. [Special Trigger] C: Hallucination Spores +7 vs. PD - The target rolls a d4 at the start of each of its turns to determine what it does on that turn (save ends). 1: The target is stunned until the end of its turn. 2: The target is confused until the end of its turn. 3: The target pops free from all enemies and moves to a random nearby location. 4: The target is dazed until the end of its turn. Cold Lethargy: If the basindirond takes cold damage it is dazed and can’t make hallucination spores attacks until the end of its next turn. AC 17 PD 16 MD 11 HP 46

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TAKE OUR HAND

seijoh x manager!reader

in which aoba johsai vbc just wants you to take their hand, just as the many times they have reached for yours when they needed it

pls i’m sorry i just wrote this for comfort, in having a terrible week and so, i just really need my seijoh boys to comfort me even if it’s just in my head and just so you know, and as i’ve been trying to convince myself, things always get better

tuesday, [15:56 pm]

“nice kill yahaba senpai!” kindaichi congratulates his upperclassman.

his voice makes you react, it scared you. still holding your pen and the notebook you always carry around even on normal practice days, your hand threatens you in the most scary way possible.

fuck no, just... breathe.

you are quick to leave aside the notes, and so, you look around to the boys, who just after the coach’s whistle sounds they are quick to approach your spot.

you take the water bottles as quickly as you can.

“oh y/n-san, i know we are irresistible but you can’t just slack off admiring us!” makki teases you laughing.

“if our dear manager is admiring someone is obviously me” oikawa says, before taking a sip of his bottle, slightly making you blush even more.

“i don’t think she likes idiots who still watch youtube conspiracy videos at 3am”

“iwa!”

“weren’t you the one with a secret obsession for romance manga, iwaizumi?” it’s mattsun time to expose his friend. iwai mi doesn’t hesitate and he runs directly to matsukawa, while kunimi brings out his phone to start recording the chaos in the gym.

you don’t listen.

your head hurts, and then, you once again feel this weird thing in you stomach. you have been feeling like this for the past week, and you try to ignore it . but sometimes, you just want the world to stop.

you can’-

“y/n senpai?” watari calls your name, and you notice his furrowed brows looking at you, worried. you blink and correct your posture. you had just zooned out. “is everything ok?”

“ah yes watari kun!” you force your self to sound relaxed because you feel the sudden gaze of the entire team “i was just thinking in a smart way to insult oikawa, but i’m worried he won’t understand tho”

“hey! you said i was your favorite”

you fake laugh once again assuring everyone that you were just fine. the day goes on, and somehow is becomes more difficult to just stay down not worrying about anything.

and they notice.

you don’t walk home with the guys today. instead you run to the bus not before excusing yourself with an ‘urgent family thing’

“just please don’t let makki eat so much ramen today!” you giggle as you run to the bus “i’m not in the mood to dealing with diarrea!”

“that was a secret between us darling!” the pink haired guy screams cheeks blushing.

and maybe you were just too distracted, but before you face them away some of them notice how quick your smile fades.

“you know guys” yahaba is quick to say “call me crazy but, why did she lie?”

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wednesday, [10:22 am]

when was the last time you actually enjoyed school? not practice, but school itself. seeing numbers everyday in the board that you don’t understand is frustrating. your throat hurts, there’s has been a not there since the begging of the day.

swallow it, y/n, dammit

you decided to take this class, don’t blame the world, blame yourself. isn’t it supposed to be simple? why isn’t it being simple? is that...

"Square root of 57 is equal to Xo, miss"

"alright!"

it is not like it’s a race, you want to say. why was the teacher obsessed with speed?, it’s unfair. your time is not the same as that of others.

you drop the pencil and you recline in your chair, why couldn’t you do operations and analysis as fast as they could? you take a look around and the eyes of others look frightening. you see ambition, you see security, you see admiration.

the bell rings and you just want to run, and well in a way you end up doing it. leaving your homeroom, you tell your friends that for today you want to be alone, the halls of aoba johsai are big, for your fortune or misfortune. you go to the vending machine and when your drink falls, the minimum noise makes you startle, lately it’s like that, small noises or actions affect you way too much.

and iwaizumi notices it.

you don’t make a single move, it’s just the cold drink resting on your hands. and before iwaizumi could stop mattsun, he was already putting his hand on your shoulder.

“y/n!”

the orange juice spills and once again fear takes hold of you.

you see them both, you’re not stupid and you know hajime stares at you weirdly, and now mattsun, you hide your fear it a bit worse than yesterday, but you do anyways.

"someday, Matsukawa-san, YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME! and what will you do without me?" you try to say cheerful, wanting to take away the suspicion, for a moment it works.

"flunk history, that leads me to..."

"no, sweeheart, i won’t give you my homework"

you walk and both guys follow you, one faster than another, very naive of the situation. "I begin to believe you hate me," says Mattsun, as the three sit on a bench near the school cafeteria casually encountering kunimi who quickly joins you, patting the folds of your skirt as you sit down, you rest on the table and admire his needy expression and as the tantrum of mattsun grows.

minutes go by, your chest pain grows, but somehow you know how to let it go.

with your hands supporting your face, lunch passes between you and kunimi, you try to talk, you really try.

but still, your eyes just glow, and kunimi notices how it’s not the glow you always have.

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thursday [12:03]

your head is spinning, you can feel the cold sweat. will this be the time? why do you feel so small? why can’t you say it?

it’s familiar, you recognize this feeling, an ocean, you’re floating, you know you can swim, but, you’re in the middle of nowhere, you look down. Out of nowhere the intimidating depth of the ocean is beneath you. And then, you sink. You feel like you’re drowning, you feel like you’re fighting the tide, but you just can’t do it.

i just need...

no, it’s not time yet, it’s still training. the boys... you’re the one who should take care of them, you’re the one who has to be be fine. they had no time to lose, they had a goal and for the moment that was the most important thing.

On that bench, your gaze is absent, you know it is so.

and through the window that overlooks your classroom, oikawa notices it too

“y/n...” he mumbled.

of course he’d noticed. at first it was not so clear, but now he remembers.

when kindaichi pinned your dark circles to him, while admiring you by fitting volleyballs in a way not of your own.

makki watches oikawa from your side, you don’t even know the pink-haired guy is there, unaware that he’s sitting next to you. but he notices. he’s been noticing for days that your eyes are threatening to close in the middle of class.

hanamaki catches your attention and instantly that mask you’ve been wearing for weeks appears again.

"hanamaki, i’m fine"

it doesn’t convince them. they both look out the window and nod.

oikawa notices, and god, he wished he had no reason to.

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friday [14:00 pm]

breathe.

please just... breathe.

you’re fed up. the feeling of guilt and discomfort is still there, can’t you be calm? people don’t need to know, but why do you want to shout it?

the dressing room is alone, the girls from the soccer team are out and it’s your only chance.

the team needs you, hold on a little.

your footsteps are heard in the hallway once again, a symphony you’re tired of listening to.

your chest hurts, your heart is aching, but you just need a little more. hands are shaking, the cold in your body, you need to stop.

you have to make them stop.

but when you walk into the gym, even with your eyes down, all you feel is warm. and it’s because, the boys were standing, aligned begging for you.

no, they beg for your sake.

and everything stops.

one hand from him on your neck, and one hand around your shoulders.

because oikawa, without warning, now has you in his arms.

and then, only then, you break.

tears don’t take long to come out, along with desperate sobs. your legs fail and out of nowhere, you and oikawa are on your knees.

with an alarmed look, the whole club runs towards both, surrounding you as sensibly as possible.

"i’m sorry, i’m sorry I’M SORRY" is heard from you, between hiccups.

“love, listen...” iwaizumi approaches you,somehow he managed to catch up with you, somehow he managed to hold your hand.

"i promise i didn’t want to, but i can’t, i can’t anymore, why can’t i? i try and i try and i keep trying but it’s never enough! IM TIRED OF SEEING SOMETHING AND NOT BEING ABLE TO PROCESS IT LIKE THE OTHERS. I’M TIREDD OF NEVER FULFILLING WHAT I SHOULD”

yahaba’s heart aches, and just as most of the team, is shocked.

your hands, oh your adorable hands, those hands that bandage his in the middle of an important game, he sees them shaking horribly between iwaizumi’s.

“AND I’M SCARED, WHAT IF I LOSE YOU BECAUSE OF THAT BECAUSE OF ME? BECAUSE OF HOW I AM I-“

watari is quick to place your hair gently behind your ear, a kunimi covers you with his jacket.

“I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND I DONT RECOGNIZE MYSELF” you lower your voice, its cracked now “oikawa I don’t recognize myself, I want to be me again" you whisper, and a knot appears in the captain’s throat, and he puts a hand on your cheek "please... just let me be me again" your throat burns, your eyes get redder.

the gym goes silent, your words still echoing in everyone’s head.

“why didn’t you-“

“i just couldn’t” you blame yourself cutting oikawa off “look at us! we are waisting time on me when we should be- i’m the one who has to- im you support not-“

“hey hey, love...” iwaizumi whispers his voice is filled with sweetness, letting you sit correctly and softly rubbing his thumb in your hands “how many times have you been there for us? y/n your hand is always there”

“that’s true” kyotani says, finally saying something, emotions overwhelmed him a lot, but he genuinely wanted to help you.

“there’s something about you, there’s light” kindaichi follows up.

“no matter where, or how bad we are, somehow you always are helping us stand up” mattsun also tries to carefully approach you, he wants nothing more for you to feel safe.

and oikawa’s arms were still around you. he never stopped.

“we have reached your hand so many times, so now it’s time for you to please take ours” oikawa holds you face, and you see the sincerity and kindness behind his brown eyes, it feels like home.

mattsun does a sign asking the coach for a day off, both of them smile tenderly at you and give the green flag. iwa and makki are next to hold you carefully helping you stand up. they help you stop shaking but it’s mad dog the one who wipes your tears away with a tissue watari handled him. still not knowing if he did it the right way. you still feel kunimi’s scent. you still see kindaichi holding your school bag making sure nothing is missing. yahaba is the one bringing you water. and oikawa still refuses to let you go.

all of them feel like home.

“thank you”

and that’s how you know everything is going to feel fine.

because this club was yours and you were theirs.

this was home.

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aminiatureworld · 3 years

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Small Bits of Memory

Characters: Scaramouche, gn!reader

Word Count: 1,531

Warnings: None

Premise: Little moments between Scaramouche and the reader.

Author’s Note: Warning, I’m not caught up on the archon quest. I did skim the wiki (which made me kinda sad ngl), but if there are inaccuracies, that’s why. I also may have made Scaramouche a bit sappy because of this.

I took “comfort” to mean “hurt/comfort” so if some of these are a bit melancholic it’s because angst brain does not turn off.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche is well familiar with nightmares. He knows the feeling of opening yours eyes in the dark, not moving, not crying out or sitting up; simply opening your eyes as the latent fear of your dreams finally catch up with you and finally your breathing starts to speed in your chest, as your finally realize how afraid you were. Thus on the first night he wakes to you staring intently at the darkness around you, still to the point of stiffness, he automatically understands what’s going on.

At first he’s too scared to wrap his arms around you, afraid that you’ll find the action frightening, or that you’ll instinctively reject him. He only reaches out his hand, secretly relieved when you entwined your fingers within his. Feeling vaguely sentimental in his tired state he whispers: “I’ll protect you from the dark, so stop staring and go back to sleep.” He hopes that you won’t tease him about it tomorrow, as some small part of him knows that it was a very silly thing to say.

Afterwards he grows a little bolder, inching closer to you, then letting one arm rest on your shoulder, fingers featherlight on your skin. Thankfully your penchant for nightmares isn’t too great, so it’s about two months before he wakes up the next day to his arms wrapped around you, you nestled within his sleepy embrace. Seeing you sleeping peacefully after the look of uncomprehending panic plastered across your features the night before calms him like few other things, and he sighs peacefully, letting his eyes flit closed once more. The two of you sleep in that day.

Scaramouche always panics slightly whenever you get hurt. It could be a paper cut, it could be a bruise, it could be a battle injury, his response is relatively similar each time. You might squirm as he cleans your cut off for the third time in ten minutes, assuring him that you aren’t going to die, but he isn’t truly listening to you. There’s a glazed look in his eyes, and it takes him a few moments to register that you’re calling his name. You worry about it sometimes, you wonder what might happen if you were to truly injure yourself. You hope he wouldn’t blame himself too much. Scaramouche has a surprising penchant towards self-flagellation, when he’s not telling himself that he’s superior to everyone around him.

Scaramouche has never horsed around in a river, never experienced a snowball fight, never watched a sunrise for the sake of it. He was not created for such things after all. It’s hard for him to imagine enjoyment in the little pieces of universal humanity, perhaps because he feels somehow separated from such a privilege. You start keeping a list of these sorts of things, small moments to enjoy. He finds the idea silly at first, but gradually grows to like the experience. Perhaps not the individual activities, but the experience as a whole. He might not understand the “universal human experience” as you call it, but the snow against his skin is cold and clear, and the sun looks like fire in the sky, and you’re smiling next to him, and all is well in the world.

Scaramouche doesn’t have much attachment to Inazuma, considering it a desolate land where the people survive despite, not because of, the land. He has no love for the plains, or the skinny forests, or the craggy rocks and hills. The flowers glow preternaturally, and the electricity that fills the air makes unpleasant crackling noises. Nevertheless he has to admit a fondness for the cherry blossoms that bloom on Narukami Islands. It’s as if a small sliver of beauty managed to scrape its way into the world. He’ll take you to see them sometimes, regardless of his status as a Harbinger and a general menace. Perched amidst the falling petals you remind him of some sort of spirit from folklore. If he could draw well at all he thinks he would make a portrait of you surrounded by those blossoms. Certainly there’d be nothing else worth painting.

The two of you like to read together, Scaramouche going over whatever plans he’s currently focusing on, you curled up with a book. If you find a passage or a quote you particularly like you’ll tap him on the shoulder, and Scaramouche will duly listen to you read it aloud. He likes the sound of your reading voice, the way it varies slightly from when you talk. Unfortunately he made the mistake of telling you that once, and you began to insist that he read for you. Though he secretly enjoys doing so, he still grumbles about it out of habit. The both of you know he’s only doing it for show.

Scaramouche once caught you using a broom like a sword. Though you looked very drunk he secretly found it endlessly endearing. He offered to teach you some basic sword forms (despite his weapon knowing swordplay is a basic requirement for all Fatui soldiers). You accepted eagerly at the time, unaware of how much you’d underestimated Scarmouche’s fervor when it came to training. It took a wooden sword snapped in half for him to lay off a little bit, but at least his troops started dropping hints at you that they no longer feared for their lives. Though you think they were joking, you were still glad for the learning experience. You two still spar every once in a while though.

Living up to his title of “Balladeer” Scaramouche has quite the haunting voice. Not particularly high, his range still has a natural warmth to it that belies his cold exterior. You almost never catch him actually singing. The first time it happened was when you had a migraine. Refusing to leave your tent – you hadn’t actually convinced him you weren’t dying – he seemed torn between boredom and worry. At first it was a mere hum, but soon enough it morphed into a captivating song. He refused to tell you the name of it, claiming he’d forgotten, and refused to bring it up the next morning. Still sometimes you’ll catch him now and then humming out a tune, usually when he’s reading or if you’re sick or upset. His singing is something you associate with comfort.

Scaramouche is a terrible letter writer. If you send him ten letters while he’s away he’ll send you three. Still what he lacks in quantity he makes up for in word count. Curt in his official reports, his letters to you are pure stream-of-consciousness, captivating whatever he’s thinking about at the time. Usually the letters are somewhat sappy (or surprisingly bold) missives on how much he loves you and misses you, somehow more honest than when he speaks to you face-to-face. Still you’ve also gotten quite used to a thousand words on how much he hates his fellow Harbingers. You don’t mind, keeping all his letters to you in a box. Though he claims to burn yours, he does the same.

Scaramouche always tell you the days he’s leaving and the days he’s returning. Sometimes he’ll have it down to an estimated hour. Though he appreciates the pomp and spectacle of appearing around others unannounced – something he does quite a bit when working – he refuses to keep you in a limbo of waiting. Secretly he’s also always afraid you might not show up on the docks one day, and every time he sees your face after a long time away a weight lifts in his chest, the pressure on his soul just a little easier to bear every time.

Scaramouche has always felt most comfortable at night. When the world sleeps, when he has the advantage of being awake, being alert, being more powerful. When there are fewer eyes on him, and he can even tell himself that he is the only one awake in the world, can indulge in those moments of wondering, wondering whether he has ever felt something, whether he is missing a crucial piece. Whether he has ever been happy, whether he wants to be so. He can be vulnerable at night, and thus is the reason it appealed to him so much.

Now the night is his favorite time of day because he can always be near you at that time. If you two are in the same land, then you will spend the night in the same room, the same tent, the same bed. Listening to the sound of your breathing, letting himself revel in your closeness, your arms wrapped around his waist, or his wrapped around you, Scaramouche feels truly content. Perhaps he is even happy, perhaps this is what happiness is, what love is. Perhaps it is something more than that, something undefinable, something too abstract to put into words. He loves you, he realizes to himself, he loves you so much. It is overwhelming, like a tidal wave, yet it does not frighten him. He could be struck by lightning and it would not frighten him. It will in the daytime, but now is the night, and now he can marvel peacefully at the fact that he truly loves you.

#made myself emotional with this #genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #genshin impact fanfiction #headcanons #requested #my writing

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violettelueur · 3 years

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE FIVE || CURSE WOMB MUST DIE II

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna + zenin maki + inumaki toge + panda from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : swearing + violence + mention of blood + mention of organ + mention of death + EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 24 february

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 4.8k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : curse womb must die I

↳ next episode : after rain

↳ barista’s notes : back again with another episode of jujutsu kaisen everyone ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ and we have ended the detention centre arc and now will be moving on to the training arc! isn’t that crazy, you have finished episode five ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ i’m not really good with fight scenes, so if you care confused, don’t hesitant to ask me anything to clarify! WE ALSO FINALLY MEET THE SECOND-YEARS!

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter

2.5 for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique

Destructive Curse Spell number four: Byakurai : 3:35-3:40

Sentan Hakuja : Wiki Page

‘Cursed Energy Web Technique’ : video (4:23-5:27)

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing

“If you can, please send a grade one sorcerer or higher but that won’t be necessary if I don't die,” you sternly commented, leading both Fushiguro and Ijichi to shiver at the statement you just announced.

Still shaken at what you had just said, Ijichi sent himself off before closing the window to prevent any cold raindrops from coming at him as he drove away from the area you and Fushiguro were standing in right now.

“If you don’t want to listen to me, I ain’t going to listen to you at all then Fushiguro,” you stated with a frown painted on your face before looking back at the building behind his body.

Taking your katana, you looked at the bottom of the handle to find a metal loop at the bottom with a red charm tied before it was simply slowly unwinded by you as you prepared for the worst that was about to come.

“What are you doing L/N?” Fushiguro asked in a worried tone, causing you to turn to look at him with a deadpan expression.

“Just preparing for the worst Fushiguro”

ꕥ

The rain was still unsettled as you stared at the building of the detention centre that was in front of you with a nonchalant look present on your face. Carefully, you hook your katana on the side of your left hip rather than the usual spot of your back since you knew you were going to need extremely quick access to your weapon if your prediction of what was going to happen was going to become a reality.

Suddenly, there was a swift but noticeable change in the air causing you to grab Fushiguro’s sleeve to pull him closer to you in case of any attacks that would happen since he was standing behind you, out of your central view.

“The Innate Domain’s closed off, the special-grade is dead!” Fushiguro stated to you in a shocked but quiet tone, causing the grip you had on his sleeve to tighten since the feeling in the pit of your stomach was becoming agonising to the point where you wanted to vomit it out.

Yet, you weren’t fearful for yourself but rather the wellbeing of the shikigami user behind you and the classmate, who was still inside the building at this current moment in time.

“We just need Itadori to return safely now,” Fushiguro hopefully whispered, yet you had given no response since you knew that the chance of the mentioned classmate coming back with himself out rather than Sukuna was extremely low.

“That’s almost impossible, from what I can recall, him and Sukuna haven’t even agreed to a bi-” you began to explain, only for a sudden aggressive presence to stop you in your tracks to which Fushiguro also felt as you both froze on the stop you both were standing in right now.

“Sorry, but he’s not coming back”

A familiar voice from behind you spoke leading to both of you and Fushiguro to freeze on the stop before you came to the sense that what you had predicted was proven right. However, you didn’t foresee that he was coming straight to the both of you, even when he had threatened it clearly before Fushiguro dragged you away to search for Kugisaki.

“Don’t be so frightened, I’m in a good mood right now, let’s chat for a bit,” Sukuna calmly mentioned as he processed to make his appearance in front of you both since you refused to look in the opposite direction.

“This is what he gets for trying to use me without any kind of pact, feels like he’s having some trouble switching back,” Sukuna pronounced as he turned to the side.

‘To be honest, it was surprising for him to switch back after eating the finger without the pact’ you thought before letting out of Fushiguro’s sleeve once you was comfortable that he was out of harm's way, ‘besides that should be enough cursed energy for now,’ you internally spoke before taking a quick glance on the same area where you hand was as you processed to place the same hand on the handle of your katana.

“Still, though it’s only a matter of time,” Sukuna stated, as he gripped onto Itadori’s school jacket before unexpectantly ripping into shreds to showcase his muscular upper body, revealing the strange back marking he adorned on his chest.

“So, I thought about what I can do right now,” the King of Curses uttered before raising his hand to suddenly puncture a hole within the middle of his check, shocking both you and Fushiguro from his gruesome action as hints of blood started to pour from the corner of his lips.

‘Shit! I haven’t finished preparing,’ you pondered in a panic manner, as your hand was still on your weapon’s handle, transferring some of your cursed energy to your katana, making sure it had reached to the tip of the blade within the wooden casing for what you were planning to execute.

“Wh-what are you..” Fushiguro stuttered as he looked at the scene in complete horror, only for a massive pool of blood to pour in the middle between Sukuna’s legs before forcibly ripping out the most vital organ needed for Itadori to come back alive.

“I’m taking this brat hostage,” Sukuna declared, as he proudly and sadistically presented the heart he had taken out to you and Fushiguro, causing you to internally become repulsed at the scene since you still needed to concentrate shifting a tiny amount of cursed energy needed to your katana.

“Hostage?!” Fushiguro snarled as he shifted back slightly.

“Yeah, I can live without this, but that ain’t true for the brat,” Sukuna informed you and Fushiguro, as he then tossed the heart to the side like it was a piece of trash he needed to get rid of quickly.

“Switching out with me means he dies. Also, for good measure,” Sukuna mentioned before revealing a finger in his hand causing you to look at the cursed object he had just now swallowed with widened eyes.

‘I thought it wasn’t his finger that the special-grade curse consumed! Fuck!’

“With that, I'm free as a bird, you can be frightened now, I’ll kill you both for no particular reason,” Sukuna declared as he flexed his hand leading you to rapidly unleash your blade from its black wooden casing for the first time since the unfortunate day as you were now prepared to fight against the King of Curses.

“Our positions are reversed now,” Fushiguro muttered under his breath (to which you heard) before he determinedly looked at the curse right in front of him as he positioned himself in a fighting stance causing a wave of anxiety to consume you.

‘One of his divine dogs are already down, if he risks another shikigami, that possibly will also get destroyed in the process’

“You just don’t get it, he’s..Itadori’s coming back even if that means he’ll die, that’s just who he is,” Fushiguro determinedly stated while staring down at Sukuna.

“You give him too much credit, this guy’s just a little tougher and denser than other humans” Sukuna countered back with a smirk on his face before processing to wipe off the blood staining his lip with the back of his hand.

“Just a moment ago, he was scared out of his mind, on the verge of death and prattling on about his regrets and all that nonsense, I know for a fact he doesn’t have the guts to kill himself,” Sukuna taunted as he smiles smugly at both of you.

‘A special-grade has the ability to used Reserve Cursed Techniques, so it wouldn’t be hard for him to use it on his heart, I just need to slide down somewhere around his chest area to force him to do that’

Shifting your eyes to the side, you noticed Fushiguro’s hands were shaking leading you to internally sigh since you knew he was thinking the same idea as you, while probably debating the fact on how he could make Sukuna revive his heart before Itadori switches back as well as how he was going to battle against a special-grade.

“Should I make the first move then?” you rhetorically asked, before swiftly throwing your katana towards Sukuna like it was a spear, only for him to dough the weapon even at its immense speed.

“You think that was going to hit me?! Maybe you ain’t the fighting type as I suggested!” Sukuna roared in amusement, not noticing how you seemingly suddenly grabbed onto thin air (like you were holding onto a hanging support handle on a bus) before pulling your arm back in a fast motion, resulting in the attacking blade unexpectedly return back to you as quick as it was thrown, for it to then slash a massive slit on Sukuna’s cheek causing the curse to look at you in complete surprised before you swiftly moved forwards towards him, grabbing the handle of the travelling blade to attempt to slash down on your targeted area, only for Sukuna to dodge as quickly as he could.

‘Damn, but that should be fine for now’

However, before you could even attempt to get another chance of getting a slit around his check area, you heard incoming footsteps from your side leading you to deck down as you suddenly saw a leg swing above your head, indicating to you that Fushiguro had made a move to attack the cursed vessel, yet once again Sukuna managed to dodge against as well as the incoming punches that came along with Fushiguro’s attempts.

“Interesting, not only the girl managed to injure me but you use shikigami, but you’ll still come at me yourself?” Sukuna questioned, as he seemed amused at both of you and Fushiguro.

However, before he could mention another word there was a light pressure placed on his right shoulder causing him to turn back, only to find you in a lower stance with your index and middle finger to be pressed upon his shoulder blade.

“Destructive Curse Spell number four: Byakurai,” you chanted, before a high-density of cursed energy was discharged from the tip of your index finger to form a concentrated bolt of lighting leading it to pierce a noticeable hole on Sukuna’s shoulder surprising him as well as Fushiguro, since you angled it well away from him getting hit before you once again attempted to swing your katana down upon his back to execute your plan only for him to dodge it come again.

‘Fuck sake! You make it so easy to hit you the first time but when I want to slice you down, you suddenly dodge it!’

However, before you could use another cursed spell, a shikigami made its way to attack Sukuna leading you to discover it was Nue only for Sukuna to once again avoid the strike of its sharp talons before Fushiguro aims to get a hit at Sukuna, only for the King of Curses to block them with his arms. Yet you couldn’t help but internally smile the second you saw the wrist that you were holding onto earlier had made contact with Sukuan’s arms.

‘If plan A doesn’t work out, B will do just fine for now’

However, your hint of internal happiness quickly ended once you saw Fushiguro take a hit from Sukuna’s fist causing hints of blood to escape from his mouth leading you to quickly stand up straight as you rushed over to the scene. Yet, before you could even attempt to attack the curse again, you felt a presence underneath you causing your body to instinctively move again before a large snake appeared from the ground catching Sukuna within its mouth lifting him in the air as he was stunned with surprise at the fact of his sneak attack.

“Gang up on him!” Fushiguro yelled out to his shikigami, leading Nue’s wings to surround itself with purple lightning as it attempted to land a hit on Sukuna, only for him to duck at the right moment before it tried again, only for it to have the same result.

“Fushiguro, deactivate the snake now before it’s destroyed!” you screamed at your fighting partner. However, before he even got the message you suddenly saw fragments of what seemed to be the snake’s skin falling down in front of you before noticing Sukuna was already behind Fushiguro, tightly gripping onto the back of his dark blue sorcerer jacket.

“Hey, what did I just say? Let’s use the open space!” Sukuna shouted, before aggressively flinging Fushiguro up in the air before following the sorcerer himself, leaving you behind to witness his inhuman strength.

‘Shit, they’re going to get to the edge of the evacuation area!’

Reaching into the depths of your skirt pocket, you quickly pulled out a long, white cloth before letting it spin around you at a large radius as it slowly began to enclose the gaps that were making you visible to the world.

‘Sentan Hakuja,’ you internally chanted before the cloth coiled you complete before speedily teleporting you in front to what seemed to be like a construction site or an abandoning building, you weren’t quite sure. However, what you were sure of was that Fushiguro and Sukuna hadn’t noticed that you had arrived despite the vast entrance you had made from your cursed technique - but what you were most afraid of was the fact the Nue was gone, causing you to worry at the fact that now that shikigami was destroyed.

“What a waste of talent, but the girl back at that place, she knows how to use her technique extremely well,” Sukuna announced, causing Fushiguro to look at the King of Curses in both confusion as well as frustration at the fact he had mentioned you, worried if he was about to get killed, Sukuna would hunt you down next.

“Whatever, either way, that won’t be enough to fix this, you’re risking your life over stupid shit,” Sukuna stated as he pointed the hole on his chest. However, it seemed like you had enough of the conversation.

“Activate!” you yelled out before stabbing your katana to the ground, causing both males to turn around to finally notice you. However, it was too late for Sukuna to have the opportunity to counter what you were doing as he felt something restraining his arm’s movement before noticing what seemed to be a blue web-like strand attached to both his shoulders, yet when he turned to you, you seemed to be in the same situation but with one arm free.

“L/N!” Fushiguro yelled out in a panic before noticing that you were not at all afraid but rather calm despite the situation that you both were in now.

“What is this?” Sukuna questioned, as he observed the web-like structure you had created only for you to glance at him with a deadpan expression on your face.

“It’s just a simple web I created from pure cursed energy that is retaining the both of us right now,” you answered as you continued to peer at the confused King of Curses, who was trying to rip away from the strand-like he had with the shikigami snake, only to no avail as he struggled to move his whole upper body in general.

“How come? You didn’t touch me except for the cursed technique you used?!” Sukuna roared as he glared at you only for you to then let out a sigh of frustration.

‘It’s such a drag to explain…’

“I transferred some of my cursed energy to Fushiguro’s wrist as well as to my katana, so when they made contact with you, it allowed me to connect the strands of the web to those areas where you had been hit, also the protective spell I placed on the back of Itadori’s neck before we went in the detention centre was surprisingly still intact, allowing me to track you and the chain at the end of my katana to restain you further,” you thoroughly explained, before clicking your fingers causing the sudden but slow reveal of the long black chain (attached at the end of your handle - on the metal loop where the red charm was) that you had concealed with your cursed energy to appear surrounding you and Sukuna at a large radius while the extra length was tightly wrapped around his upper body.

“That was how I pulled my katana back at the beginning of the fight if that’s what you were also wondering,” you commented, leading Sukuna to look at you with a larger smirk than what you thought his reaction would have been.

“You possess such intellect, such skill, such power and such talent and yet you refuse to go against me with your full potential, are you mocking me?” Sukuna asked, before laughing causing you to look at him suspiciously, yet you couldn’t let that bother you at all, right now all you needed was for Itadori to switch back even if he was going to die.

“Even though I technically didn’t save you, Fushiguro did but I would like to give my answer I guess,” you commented before running your hands through your wet hair trying to push away the strands that were concealing your vision slightly.

“I should have exorcised you back then, in fact it’s my duty as part of the L/N Clan to, but I know you’re a good person at heart Itadori, I knew that since the day I saw you back at school and probably Fushiguro saw that as well when he decided to save you,” you explained with a smile, as you began to notice the markings gradually disappear from his face and body causing you to slowly deactivate the cursed energy web that was immobilising you and Itadori while the chain that was coiled around him slowly began to loosen its grip on him.

“It was for selfish and emotional reasons but that’s fine though,” Fushiguro stated as his posture relaxed once he noticed that you were slowly lowering your guard, “I’m not a hero, I’m a jujutsu sorcerer, so I’ve never once regretted saving you,” he then announced with a smile on his face.

Suddenly, itadori looked at you with a smile on his face before turning to look at Fushiguro, who was behind him. “I see, you really are smart, Fushiguro, Gojo, you’ve put more thought into this than I have,” Itadori mentioned with a smile, as he pushed his hair back, “I think your conviction’s a proper one, but I don’t think mine is wrong, either,”.

Suddenly, more blood started to drip down from his wound causing you to move forwards to make sure that Itadori didn’t fall down completely. “Oh, sorry, I’m almost done for, guess I won’t have to worry you guys, Kugisaki, or Gojo-sensei, live a long life,” Itadori faintly stated to you both before falling straight into your arms causing you to fall to your knees due to his heavyweight causing your skirt and high-knee socks to become soaked in the rain that already bathed your hair and face.

The rain only grew heavily as seconds went by, only reflecting on the disappointment and devastation that was coming from both you and Fushiguro, as you both stayed silent letting the rain consume you both for the time being.

Maybe after the rain, he might come back.

‘Please come back’

ꕥ

“So you had your suspicions?” you questioned your adopted father, as you leaned against the railing of the balcony, while he stood next to you leaning against the same railing.

“There was a special grade there, sending the first-years to rescue five who may or may not be alive is out of order, even if you are capable of exorcising it Y/N,” Gojo explained causing you to realise where this was going.

“So what you are saying is, since you indefinitely suspended Itadori’s execution, that got some higher-ups upset, leading us to go do that mission, in order for Itadori to be killed?” you suggested, leading Gojo to turn silent at your comment, leading you to get the answer you were expecting even if no words were exchanged.

“You’re strong though Y/N, you effortlessly fought like Sukuna was just a normal curse,” Gojo complimented you, only for you to give him no response since it was not a good time for you to be praised.

You failed at saving Itadori.

“As a special grade like your father, I need you to look out for Megumi and Nobara for a while, train them to the best of your abilities since we got an event coming up!” Gojo cheered, leading you to present him with a glare.

‘What a drag...I really can’t be bothered to be in an event’

“I’m going to check on the others Gojo-sensei, I’ll see you later,” you stated before standing on the feet as you than processed to walk away with your hand up, as a way to wave him ‘goodbye’.

“Call me dad for once Y/N~” Gojo shouted, leading you to groan in annoyance before making your way to the entrance, where you knew Fushiguro and Kugisaki were since Gojo did take you away from them when he found you sitting with them on the stone steps near the entrance of the school.

After some time, you finally managed to reach your destination as you found yourself standing at the top of the extra steps above your classmates, before noticing a few new faces further below, leading you to become perplexed since you weren’t expecting any other sorcerers to come by today - well...that’s what Gojo said.

“Don’t tell me the other student died as well?” the female sorcerer question, leading you to look in her direction in confusion since she seemed a little familiar to you for some reason.

‘Ah, she was the person I saw when I moved into the dorm, but she didn’t really see me’

“I’m right here,” you commented, leading to everyone that was in your view to look up at your direction to find you standing with your arms crossed before you steadily made your way down the steps as you processed to stand a step above between Fushiguro and Kugisaki, who were still seated on the same spot they were in when you had left them for a few minutes.

“You don’t even have a scratch on you,” the female sorcerer commented, as she noticed you didn’t have any patches or bandages like the other two first-years had once you observed you.

“She’s a strong sorcerer,” Fushiguro commented, leading you to kick his back before commenting that he was a strong sorcerer as well.

“Ah! Are you the special grade, Gojo was mentioning about?” the large Panda asked, causing you to give him a glance before answering, “I don’t believe I’m a special-grade sorcerer but if that what my drag ass of an adoptive dad ranked me, then I guess I am,”.

“Who are you guys?” you then asked since it seemed like they had already done their introductions for Kugisaki. Although, it seemed like your female classmate was in the same sort of confusion as you since she noted to you that she had no idea who the fellow sorcerers were.

“Our second-year upperclassmen,” Fushiguro nonchalantly answered before he continued by introducing them to you and Kugisaki.

“Zenin-senpai is the best of all the students at wielding cursed tools, that’s the Cursed Speech user, Inumaki-senpai, he can only speak in ingredients of onigiri and that’s panda senpai,” Fushiguro introduced everyone causing some questions to manifest in your head.

‘Zenin ha?..she doesn’t seem like the one that my mum was talking about, so I don’t have to suspect her but is there anything else to add for Panda-senpai?’

“There’s one more, Okkotsu-senpai, who is the only one I can openly respect, but he’s overseas right now,” Fushiguro added, before slowly standing on his two feet.

“You’re not adding more about the panda named Panda?” Kugisaki asked as she looked up at the shikigami user to gain some information, only to be ignored.

“Man, sorry about this and when you’re in mourning...please forgive us for that,” Panda apologised before placing his hands together as a sign to be forgiven, even though that sign reminded you about something else.

‘Ah...that’s the same hand gesture for one of my cursed spells’

“The truth is, we’d like you to participate in the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event,” Panda explained, causing you to recall about an ‘event’ Gojo had mentioned to you.

“Oh, that’s what he meant,” you whispered before Kugisaki interrupted you by repeating the event’s name in confusion.

“What’s that?” Kugisaki asked as she turned to Fushiguro looking for the answer.

“It’s a get-together with the other Tech school in Kyoto, though isn’t that event mainly second and third-years?” the erratic-haired sorcerer answered your classmate before questioning the invitation since all of you were first-years.

“And those stupid third-years are suspended right now, so you need to participate,” Zenin explained, causing you to look to the side with an annoyed expression on your face since you realised that this meant you had to cover up your tracks more than you were bothered to do.

“What do you do at this event? Smash Bros? I won’t lose if it’s the Wii version, I’ll Meteor Smash so you can’t come back” Kugisaki randomly mentioned with a determined look on her face as she formed a fist, causing you to look in her direction with a confused face since you didn’t know how she came to that conclusion in the first place.

“Then let’s make a 3-man team, the exchange event has the principals of the Tokyo and Kyoto schools each propose a form of competition to be held for an entire day over the course of two days, though that’s how it is on paper,” Panda informed you and Kugasaki, who were oblivious to what this event was in general.

“Every year, the first day is a team battle, and the second day is individual battles,” Panda explained, leading Inumaki to agree with him by saying ‘salmon’ as his confirmation to his classmates' explanation.

“Individual and team battles? We fight?! Against other jujutsu sorcerers?!” Kugisaki shouted after realising what the event really entailed, causing you to look at her before lightly smacking the back of her head.

“You just realised that?” you asked in a dumbfounded tone.

“Yeah, it’s a jujutsu battle where anything but killing goes,” Zenin confirmed with a huge grin causing you internal sigh at the fact that you had to hide the use of your cursed technique since that would blow your cover entirely.

“We’ll train you up well so you won’t get killed. Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Panda declared before he started to throw some air punched after every ‘yeah’ he said.

“Wait, do you have time for that? I thought we were short on jujutsu sorcerers,” Kugisaki asked since she concluded that there were only six of you right now.

“That’s a good question, For now, we are. The glim emotions people harbour from late winter through spring cause an outburst of curses in the early summer, so that’s our busy season,” Panda explained as Zenin then explained that some sorcerers are busy all year long, but since things are settling down soon, it should be fine.

“So, you’ll do it, right? You just had a partner die on you, after all,” Zenin asked, as she was waiting for all your responses.

“We’re in!” Fushiguro and Kugisaki simultaneously answered with determined looks on their faces before turning back to look at you, waiting for your answer.

Letting out a sigh of frustration, you knew that you had no way out of this since they looked so motivated for you to join, even if you disagreed with them.

“This is such a drag, but fine, I’ll join in too,” you replied with a small smile on your face leading them to nod at you before turning back to your seniors.

“But if I decided this training and exchange event is pointless, I’m quitting instantly,” Kugisaki mentioned.

“Same here,” Fushiguro commented, causing you to kick both of them on the back much to their surprise.

“So you drags make me do this event, only for you to dip when it’s pointless for you, besides I heard there are some interesting sorcerers in the Kyoto side, so prepare yourselves,” you stated before stepping down the few steps you were in front of before standing between them.

“Well, people this cocky are all more worthwhile to train,” Panda mentioned with his arms folded with a determined look on his face.

“Bonito flakes,” Inumaki said in a softer tone.

Looking up to the sky, you couldn’t help but brisk in the sunlight that was shining lightly down upon you, leading you to raise your hand over your face in order to not be blinded.

‘I wonder how I’m going to hide from this one now?’

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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I’m Right Here

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident (minor), Injuries

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary: There is nothing scarier than those moments when every breath you take is shallow; when your heart is racing and your body is drenched in cold sweat. When you are rushing to the aid of a hurt loved one, knowing you can never be fast enough because your mind and fear are at least a mile ahead of you. Corpse has to experience these exact moments after a frightening call that informs him of his girlfriend’s car accident.

Requested by @sugiliteshadow . Hi! Thank you so much for you request, darling. Sorry to be posting it so late and I can’t thank you enough for your patience. I hope the fic itself makes up for the wait. Please enjoy! Stay safe! Love, Vy ❤

It’s been about an hour since I got off the phone with Y/N and my concern is through the roof. She called me from the parking lot of the office building where she works at, telling me she’s be home in less than half an hour and asking if I needed her to pick up anything along the way. I have been trying to brush away the worries, comforting myself with the fact that I did request a specific type of iced tea and knowing Y/N, she’s probably looking for it in multiple stores because she couldn’t find it in the convenience store that’s along her way back home. I should’ve told her not to sweat it considering I don’t need it right away or anything. I have tried distracting myself with editing just to hinder myself from picking up my phone and debating weather to call her or not. I may be worried but I don’t wanna put her life in danger by calling her while she’s driving.

I keep my hands on my keyboard and mouse, my phone halfway across the room just in case. Another thirty minutes pass by with no sound of the door being unlocked or even a car pulling up. My fingers are beginning to drum over the buttons on my keyboard anxiously. I have had to go back and redo so many things with the video I’m editing because my mind simply isn’t present. It’s wandering around the city, looking for that one familiar car that’s always outside our house, parked in the driveway. That’s currently being driven by my girlfriend of two years Y/N.

My phone’s ringtone snaps me out of the downwards spiral of my thoughts, simultaneously picking up the speed of my heartbeat. I basically launch myself out of my chair and towards the bed where the ringing is coming from. I feel a wave of relief rush over me when I see Y/N’s name on the lit screen.

“Hey babe, where have you been?“ I ask as soon as I answer the call. It feels like my whole body shuts down when I finally pick up on the sound of blaring sirens in the background.

“Sir, I’m sorry to inform you Miss Y/L/N has been in an accident.” The words the female voice on the phone says cut through me like a knife, sending chills of paralyzing fear all over my body, “You were the last person she contacted before the accident which is why we’ve stepped in contact with you. However, if you are not able to come collect Miss Y/L/N, please contact a family member of hers.“

The calmness of her tone is freaking me out of my skin and mind, “Is she ok?! Where is she?!“

“She’s alright, sir. She’s not completely conscious yet, though. But she will be by the time you arrive. Her injuries are not in any way life-threatening. She has a few cuts and bruises and a concussion. A medical team has already taken care of her.“

Before I know it, I’m already out the door, the location the policewoman gave me in my head as I get behind the wheel of my car which I rarely use. Thankfully, the road the accident happened on is less than fifteen minutes away. Due to the late hour there is close to no traffic on the roads so I make it to the scene in no time. Y/N’s car is surrounded by two cop cars and two ambulances. I barely even notice the black Honda Civic that is almost equally as beat up as Y/N’s Toyota. Speaking of the Toyota, its front bumper is completely obliterated - the headlights, blinkers and windshield in pieces and shards on the pavement.

In the first ambulance there’s a guy passed out on a gurney with an ivy rip connected to his arm. In the one next to it is Y/N, sitting hunched over with her head hanging low, her hair falling over her face.

“Y/N?“ I rush over to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder but withdrawing my arm in case she has a bruise in that spot.

She lifts her head, a look of relief and happiness flashing across her face. She lets out a sigh, a small smile appearing on her lips as her eyes fill with tears. “Corpse...” her hand reaches out for mine which is still hanging in the air. I give her my other hand and she uses me as support to slowly stand up. She lets go of my hands and wraps her arms around me in a tight hug as a quiet sob leaves her chest. “I was so scared when I woke up. I couldn’t remember anything.”

“It’s ok, you’re ok now. I’m here, I’m right here.“ I gently smooth her hair while carefully holding her in my embrace. She has a few purple bruises along her arms and cuts on her cheek and neck which are covered in white bandages with small dark red stains. The most major thing I can see is the cut on her left temple which is also covered up. I press a tender kiss to the right one. “Are you in any pain?“ I pull away to get a better look at her.

Thankfully she shakes her head, “No, I’m ok. My elbow hurts a little but that’s it.”

I nod, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, kissing her forehead. Just as I’m about to ask her what exactly happened one one of the police officers approaches us.

“A drunk driver. He ran the red light and crashed straight into her car.“ The officer says, judging by her voice it’s the same woman that called me. “You don’t remember that, do you?“

Y/N turns to her, “I just remember hearing a loud crash and then darkness. I didn’t know what had happened until you told me when I woke up.”

The policewoman gives us a sincere smile, lightly touching Y/N’s shoulder “It’s ok, sweetheart. You are alright, that’s what matters. And you have someone here by your side.”

Y/N’s eyes meet mine when she gives me the most loving glance, the one that I often catch in her eyes - the one that always melts me. “He always is.” she says, running her fingers down my arm, interlocking hers with mine when they reach my hand.

The policewoman tells us good night and walks over to the other ambulance. We stick around to see the cars get taken away and Y/N gives her info so they can contact her when the car is repaired. I know how much she loves that car - it’s the first and only car she has ever owned. She has had it for about seven years and calls it her child basically. I never thought I’d be jealous of a car in my life - just kidding. But my point has been made - she’s never been apart from it or driven another car.

Wrapping my arm around her while she watches her car being taken away, I turn her around, leading her towards my car. “Let’s get you home. You’ll be 100% under my care and no complaints will be accepted.”

She rolls her eyes playfully, snuggling up into my side, “Don’t make a big deal about this please. And, for the love of God, don’t baby me too much, ok?”

I grin down at her, “What was that, I didn’t quite catch it?“

“Corpseeee...“ She pouts, a frown on her face, making her look so childish it’s absolutely adorable.

“Save the whining, it ain’t gonna work.“ I open the door to the passenger seat, stepping aside so she can get in the my car.

Surprisingly enough, she actually doesn’t complain the rest of the way home nor when we arrive. Nor when I instruct her to stay in bed and not move unless it’s absolutely necessary. I basically bring all the snacks from the kitchen into our room while she compiles a list of movies we will be watching because no sleep will be had tonight. “I love you.“ Y/N says through a sigh halfway through the second movie.

“I love you too. But don’t fall asleep.“ I tickle her side, causing her to giggle and squirm in an attempt to get away from me.

“Ok, ok, but you’re gonna have to help me. If I blink, I’ll be a goner.“ She yawns, shuffling back towards me. When she flashes me that hinting wide smile, I know exactly what she’s insinuating.

I sigh, giving in with ease. “When you were here before...“

“Couldn’t look you in the eye...“ she backs me up just as I knew she would

“You’re just like an angel...“

“Your skin makes me cry...“

Needless to say, we end up duetting random songs - rap songs, heavy metal, pop songs, some of my songs, some Christmas songs, Disney songs - making it one of the best movie marathons we’ve ever had, the unfortunate events of the day far behind us and completely gone from our minds.

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roanniom · 3 years

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This made my day seeing your requests open!!

I’d like to please request some hot dominat Clyde action. We all know he’s a softy, but we all also know he’s capable of being a big and scary if he needs to. Thoughts on Clyde protecting you from something and then still being riled up with you after, in all the best ways? :)

Hiya anon! I was happy to write this for you. Fun story, what Clyde does (re: the beer bottle) in this story is actually something a bar tender did when defending me from a creep back in my college bar hopping days lol. I WISH it was Clyde who had done it. I would have loved to thank him. ��

Out of Trouble

Clyde Logan x Reader

Word Count: 2,730

Warnings: NSFW, PIV sex, possessiveness, dirty talk

You reassess the situation you find yourself in – by no means an unfamiliar one, but definitely out of the norm these days and wholly unpleasant all the same. The man currently harassing you at the bar is clearly not a local. First of all, you don’t recognize the handsy son-of-a-bitch. And secondly, everyone in town knew that you were Clyde’s girl.

You two had only recently made things official, but in a way, hadn’t you always been Clyde’s girl? Your best friendship had always been tinged with a sweetness that surpassed the roles of mere pals. Sure there was flirting, how could you resist with the way a properly timed tease or suggestive comment could make Clyde blush and stammer as if on command? But even more prevalent, and more obvious to the patiently waiting members of the town, was the ownership you both had of one another. People knew better than to hassle either of you, verbally, hypothetically, or otherwise, in the presence of the other. You had Clyde’s back and he had yours, each of you displaying a possessiveness that made others smirk and roll their eyes while hiding their jealousy. You had what they did not, and now that the two of you were finally dating, envy was a common emotion amongst regular Duck Tape patrons.

Something this creep clearly was not privy to it would seem as he reached out to caress your forearm, an action which you flinch to avoid.

“Come on, baby. Let me buy you a fucking drink,” he was saying at this point. He was getting more forceful and though you had previously been courteous in your refusals, you realize that it might be time to fight back. He swayed on his barstool before continuing. “Stop being such a bitch. What could one drink hurt?”

“Every bone in yer fuckin’ body,” comes a low, deep growl that makes both you and the creep look up to the swinging door behind the bar. Your heart swells with relief and other, undefinable emotions as Clyde stalks up, his massive body an intimidating figure as it looms over the other, weasel-y man, threatening even with the bar between them.

“W-what’s your problem?” the creep practically squeaks before clearing his throat and jumping up, trying to draw himself up to his full height, which just comes across as laughable. Of course, next to Clyde, any height would be laughable.

“My problem is yer comin’ onto m’girl. That’s my problem.” His tone is deadly quiet. That’s your Clyde, soft spoken, even as his flesh hand clenches and murder simmers behind his eyes.

“Look, she was sitting here all alone. In my book that makes a bitch fair game - ” the creep begins, but he doesn’t get much farther with his misogynistic diatribe because Clyde reaches over, grabbing a nearby customer’s almost empty beer. Grasping the bottle around the neck, Clyde smashes the bottle down against the edge of the bar. The barrel shatters with a loud crash that silences the din of the room and causes the neck of every patron to whip around for the source of the sound. Clyde stands before the creep brandishing the remaining shards of the beer bottle like a shiv.

“Here’s what yer gonna do,” Clyde says calmly, the violence of his actions not succeeding in raising the volume of his voice. “Yer gonna apologize t’ the lil lady fer troublin’ her, understand?”

The creep stares at Clyde, wide-eyed and panicked before nodding and turning to you hastily.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking, sorry –”

“Good,” Clyde says, cutting the guy off so that he can no longer address you. You eye Clyde as he waves the shattered bottle menacingly. He’s never looked bigger. Never looked darker. Never looked hotter. When he speaks again his voice is even lower, if that’s possible. “Now yer gonna get the fuck outta my bar.”

The creep is gone in a matter of seconds, running out the front door so fast you almost imagine his skeleton being left on the bar stool in his wake like some frightened cartoon character. Before you can look back up at Clyde, his large hand is encircling your wrist and yanking you toward to door to the back of the bar. You let yourself be pulled, barely registering how the conversation kicks back in, customers already basking in the aftermath of Clyde’s rare emotional outburst.

Once the door to Clyde’s office is safely shut behind you, Clyde pushed you to sit down on his couch while he paces back and forth in front of you. You’re bewildered by this response, unsure if you should say something so you remain silent, watching him. After a moment Clyde yanks a hand through his hair forcefully. You swallow and decide to finally speak up.

“Are you okay, Clyde?”

“I’m NOT fuckin’ okay,” Clyde replies and you’re shocked at the way his voice raises with his words. You’re suddenly worried he’s gotten the wrong idea and you’re quick to fold your arms defensively across your chest, your own voice rising.

“Hey, if you’re mad at me you should know it’s not like I encouraged that asshole.”

Clyde is quick to round on you, looking panicked.

“I didn’t say ya did. I know ya wouldn’t…ya’d never…” Clyde trails off into a growl and resumes his pacing, flesh hand clenching and unclenching.

“It’s over, Clyde,” you soothe now, switching tactics and lowering your own defenses. He’s clearly distressed and you’re not sure how to calm him. “He’s not the first and probably won’t be the last guy to bother me.”

“That’s what’s killin’ me, darlin’. What if I hadn’t walked out? What if ya were alone an’ this happened?”

“I can take care of myself, you know.”

“I know ya can,” Clyde says, voice more characteristically quiet now but frustration no less palpable as he waves his prosthetic arm distractedly. “I dunno what’s gotten intuh me. I saw him touch ya an’…an’…” Clyde reaches out and swipes across a table, throwing everything to the ground. His chest heaves with his outburst. Yours is rising and falling rapidly now, too, but for you its stemming from the realization that this man. This sweet, beautiful man is losing his cool over his desire to protect you. To defend you. You’re a modern woman. As you’d just told him, you can take care of yourself and you are very proud of that fact. But something about the dark look in his eye and the way his muscles shift tensely beneath his shirt and the way he stomps before you makes you feel like you want to disappear in his arms and never resurface.

“You’re a good man, Clyde,” you say softly. He shakes his head and gives a humorless laugh.

“Not tonight, I’m not, darlin’. Not with these thoughts. I haven’t felt this way since…”

“Overseas?” you ask. He nods, trying to take a deep breath but releasing an even angrier exhale.

“I’m sorry, darlin’. I can’t seem to calm down. I’m just so fuckin’ mad.”

You watch your big bear, usually so gentle, wrestle with his emotions before you. Immediately you have an idea, standing up and moving to him. Using one hand to peel open his fist and interlace your fingers. He grips you too tight but you just bite your lip. Your other hand slides over his bicep and shoulder, kneading into the tense muscles there as you press your face into his chest. His prosthetic arm winds around your waist, pulling you into his body naturally. This does nothing to slow his breathing, which picks up more speed. Feeling you against his body is reminding him of how small you are. How vulnerable. He feels another surge of rage and desperation course through his veins.

“I don’t know why I’m feelin’ this way,” he mumbles but you reach up and grab his face to force him to look at you.

“Feel whatever way you feel,” you reassure him. You lift up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss, but the force with which he responds steals your breath. His arms wind around your body and crush you to him as his tongue ruthlessly explores your mouth, as if searching for solace can only be done in the space where you are most conjoined. The aggression is dizzying and his fingers are bruising on your frame but you love it. Used to light touches, soft caresses, you feel a hunger burn beneath your skin, as if your every muscle is rejoicing at the deeper pressure, the deeper friction.

When Clyde finally pulls away you are winded and dazed, now breathing just as heavily. His eyes look no less wild but now there is a tinge of concern.

“M’sorry, darlin’. We should stop, ‘m too worked up. Can’t be sweet to ya the way ya like.” His words are husky and rushed but you’re just as rushed to shush him. You’re already working at his belt and pulling him back to the couch.

“I like you in whatever way you’ll have me, baby,” you mumbled against his flesh, kissing down his throat as you pull him down to the cushions. “Take it out on me.”

“What if I’m too rough with ya?” Clyde asks, but his hands are already ripping your shirt over your head and his mouth latches onto your throat, your collar bone, your breast through your bra.

“I want you to be rough with me, Clyde. I’ve wanted you to be rough with me since the moment you walked out and gave that asshole what-for.” You’re pressed down, back against the couch now, with your legs tight around the wide barrel of Clyde’s body.

“Did ya like that, darlin’? Yer Big Bear defending ya?” He’s no longer hesitant in his movements and no longer trying to stop himself. Instead he takes a handful of your ass, pulling your pelvis up off the couch so that your clothed pussy presses fully into his erect and waiting cock. You moan, both at the sensation and at him calling himself Big Bear for the first time. You’d only been dating for a few weeks and things were still new, including shyness around pet names. You’d called him Big Bear the night before in the teasing lead up to some love making and he’d only flushed and stammered in response, busying himself by burying his face between your thighs.

But right now he’s gazing down at your face with an air of intensity and you feel saliva pool in your mouth and wet slick your quivering heat.

“I liked my Big Bear defending me. So strong and big.” You say the last word as you close your hand around his enormous cock through his unzipped jeans. Clyde bucks into your hand and hums from where he’s suckling at the underside of one of your breasts, curved down into you despite your differences in height.

“Nobody else can have ya,” he grumbles before hoisting you higher on the couch so he can position his cock at your entrance. You gasp at the feeling of his member sliding between your folds, getting covered in your waiting slick.

“Nobody. Only you, Big Bear.” Before you can say anything else Clyde has speared into you in one swift motion and taken up an unforgiving pace. There was the aggression he’d been worried about and boy was it rough. You cling to him for dear life as he fucks you into the couch cushions. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your jaw goes slack.

It hurts – he’s much too big to be going this hard this fast – but his grip on you is so tight it melts your aching muscles. The desperation of his thrusts make you hiccup through your inhales and you feel surrounded. Crushed. Filled. All in the best way possible. You love the darling Clyde who coaxes your orgasms with caresses and honeyed words and languid strokes. But this Clyde – this is your Big Bear. His eyes drink in your bouncing breasts as he’s not able to clutch them with the way he has to support his own weight with his good arm. Your back arches deeper from the effects of a particularly deep thrust, bringing your chest up to press against his and he groans.

“This body. No wonder people’re comin’ on to ya, darlin’. This body’s too perfect,” he practically growls, burying his face into your throat. “Maybe I should just keep ya here on my cock. Stay inside ya. Keep me warm and keep ya outta trouble.”

You moan loudly as his dirty words are accentuated by a change in angle that lets him pound into a particularly sweet spot. Your walls pulse around him.

“Oh god. Oh Clyde.”

“Back to callin’ me Clyde already? Am I not bein’ rough enough for ya?” Clyde asks, biting down into the sensitive flesh of your throat. You cry out, hips gyrating against him, legs and walls clamping down around him with an unconscious need to keep him buried deep inside you.

“F-fuck, oh fuck me, Big Bear. I can take it!” you practically whine.

“Yes ya can. So good, takin’ yer Big Bear.” His trusts begin to bottom out harsher, faster. The pressure and the speed have pulled your muscles as taut as they can go and you know you’re seconds from snapping. It was all so sudden. You’re both so worked up, not only from the experience out in the bar, but from the headiness of being this way with one another for the first time. He may be the one pounding into you, but you’re giving as good as you’re getting, rolling your hips up to meet each thrust. Pulling him down into you and raking your fingernails up and down his back.

It’s desperate and needy and possessive – equally so. He is yours and you are his and ownership never tasted so sweet.

Just as you’re about the cum, Clyde seems to sense it and shoves your legs up by the back of the knee, ensuring his next few thrusts rub up against the spot inside you that makes your eyes cross and makes your moans turn into desperate whimpers. You have the vague thought that this proves how well Clyde has come to know your body, what a great student he is of your orgasm, just as said orgasm crashes over you.

You know for sure that the Duck Tape customers heard you. Your belief in your audience becomes even stronger when Clyde lets out a delicious moan as he cums, too, painting your insides with spend made just for you. You’re sweaty and it’s only 7 pm on a Tuesday. Clyde’s going to have to go back to tending bar and you’re going to have to slink out, so clearly ravaged and thoroughly fucked to the likely amusement of a roomful of people who’d been rooting for your coupling. You chuckle to yourself, as Clyde drops the weight of his whole body on you, crushing you. Those people outside definitely got a chance just now to hear your coupling firsthand.

“That…was amazing.” It comes out breathless, as though you’ve just run a marathon. And because you have the mass of a large man pressing you into the couch. When Clyde finally lifts his head from its resting place at your neck he looks sheepish and embarrassed and pleased and winded.

“’M sorry if I was too much for ya, darlin’. Once ya started touchin’ me I couldn’t think straight.”

You silence him with a kiss, grabbing his face to make it deep. When you pull away your smile is ear to ear.

“If you make me feel like that, baby, there’s absolutely nothing to apologize for.”

Clyde moves to pull out of you, his cum now seeping out around his softening cock, but you tighten your legs around him suddenly.

“What happened to staying inside me, mister?” you tease.

Clyde stands abruptly, pulling you up with him still seated in your dripping cunt. Your gasp and scramble to hold onto him. He takes a few playful steps towards the door and you swat at him.

“No, I think yer right, darlin’. What better way tuh make cocktails than with my lil cockwarmer?”

~*~

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certifiedskywalker · 3 years

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Another Memory - Kylo Ren

forthesakeofstarwars said: If you’re still taking requests, can I send one in for Kylo Ren, in which the reader is dating him and she’s sent out on a solo mission one day? She gets injured on the field and hides it from Kylo when she returns, but he finds out anyway. He was upset at first that she didn’t tell him about it but than he takes care of her and helps her wound to heal.

AN: Guess who got too carried away? Me, this guy, I did!

Magma burns. That’s what it felt like. Searing, beyond white-hot pain that shot through your lower abdomen with each aching step. You heard once of Mustafar, the lava rivers and lakes that dotted the scorched landscape like bright death traps. Within your stomach, you imagined a crater, akin to the magma pools of that dastardly planet, spewing concentrated bolts of flame towards the rest of your internal organs.

“Commander.”

Through a grimace, you dipped your head at the two lower ranking officers that acknowledged your presence with a salute. Unbeknownst to them, you were in near-debilitating pain with your right shoulder pressed against the wall of the ship’s hallway for balance. As they passed by, you stood up right and muscled through scream of hurt in your stomach.

“As you were,” you snapped back. They walked off with a little more speed than when they came upon you. You took a small bit of pride in their fear before pressing your shoulder back against the wall. Out of all of the First Order’s officials, you were the least frightening. The towering Captain Phasma and the biting voice of General Hux made even you, a being well trained in the darker arts of the Force, shake from time to time. And that was not even considering the short-fuse temper of Kylo Ren.

At the thought of him, you felt yourself weaken. A groan slipped out past your lips and you pressed yourself impossibly closer to the wall for support. If he saw you like this you would never live it down. Another wave of searing pain rushed through your abdomen, this time mingled with a twinge of shame. Eyes squeezed shut, you gritted your teeth and forced the stinging tears behind your eyes to stay there.

If only he had stayed. Stayed in your shared bed, tangled with you in sheets until the comm stopped blinking and whirring for his attention. How you wished he had ignored the device, the mission he was given, and stayed with his hands on you. But then your comm had started to blink, coaxing you out from under him and the messed sheets. You should have stayed instead of going to...you couldn’t even recall the name of the planet now.

Overwhelmed by the pain left behind by the blaster bolt that had charged through your gut, your brain worried itself with keeping you on your feet rather than the destination of your mission. Despite the battle scar and trip to the infirmary that danced in your near-future, you had been successful. The insurrection and rebels that had amassed against the Order had been dealt with. Though they had not gone down without a fight.

Seemingly triggered by the memory of battle, your wound screamed with a heat painful enough to pull the air from your lungs. With a gasp, your knees hit the cool, tile floor of the ship. Black spots dotted the edges of your vision as you fought to stay conscious. Focusing on deep breaths, you reached out to the Force for aid, for the power to push your body through the pain; a skill you had learned from Luke Skywalker so long ago.

You fell back on his old lessons only when the situation was dire. Passing out in the hallway, surrounded by inferior officers was truly dire.

“Commander?”

With an aimless, wandering hand, you pushed the concerned officer to the side.

“Leave me,” you hissed, trying to maintain a steady rhythm of breaths. The Force seemed to recoil from you as a fresh and overwhelming wave of pain cut through your abdomen. Your vision began to blur. “No, no, no.”

Murmurs from the officers and troopers around you muddled in your ears. Each comment or quip sank into a thick mud, unheard by you. Harsh and growing shallow, your breathing was the one sound you could hear clearly. A haphazard, unsteady beat of air down your throat and into your chest. Desperate to stay lucid, you closed your eyes and willed your body to stay aware. Get to your feet, your mind echoed the mantra, get to your feet.

You pushed up on your knees and, shaking slight, moved to stand. With a careful step forward, you opened your eyes. Bright lights installed in the ceiling shown in a staggering display. Darkness swept over your vision, but you weren’t sure if you shut your eyes or succumbed to the agonizing heat in your stomach. Your knees impacted the hard floor once more and, in a brief moment of audible clarity, you heard the gasps of those surrounding you.

Then you heard a deeper, familiar voice; one laced with worry. “Y/N?!”

Grey walls and bright lights enveloped you when you opened your eyes. Steady and mildly annoying, a beeping vitals monitor served as a reminder that you were alive. That, and the dull aching all over your body. Most of the lingering pain was concentrated in your abdomen and your knees. You didn’t dare to look at the mess whatever medical droid made of your wound; there would be a scar, no matter the make and model of machine.

“What happened?”

You let your head fall to the side, your gaze shifting from the unentertaining ceiling to your right. Sat beside you, masked in a shadow of his own creation, was Kylo Ren. The soulless visor of his helmet was fixed on your face. In any other position, the intensity of his hidden gaze would have set you aflame. Now, you felt only shame.

“Tell me.”

“The mission was a success,” you replied curtly, ignoring the truth he wanted.

“That’s not what I meant.” Coldness edged Kylo’s tone, mostly due to the modulator embedded in his helmet mouth piece. You hated how it changed his voice and, despite it’s mechanic alteration, how it was still so wonderfully familiar to you.

“The dissidents fought back,” you explained, “nothing I’m not used to.”

“You’re hurt.”

You can’t help but laugh at how plainly he makes the statement. “I hadn’t noticed.”

At your mocking tone, Kylo stands. You watch as he moves towards the entrance to your infirmary room and forces the door shut. The metal screeches against the floor until the two sliding doors meet in the metal. Kylo’s arm falls as he turns to face you once more.

A biting comment makes its way to the tip of your tongue. Just as you’re about to spit it out, Kylo moves again. He brings his hands up towards his helmet and you hear the telltale hiss of release as he lifts the metal from his head. The comment dies between you lips the moment you catch a glimpse of his skin. A breath of relief takes it place.

Without hesitation, and slight shame momentarily forgotten, you meet Kylo’s eyes. Dark, wavy strands of hair covered part of his face, nearly obscuring the med-tape covering the gnash the scavenger girl carved into his cheek. Against the uncomfortably thin sheet of your infirmary cot, your finger itched to traced the lines of his face, the curve of his jaw. The want became nearly unbearable when he moved to stand by your bedside once more.

“You should have come to me when you returned.” Without the modulator and helmet, Kylo’s deep voice was smoother. Akin to fine granules of sand running through your fingers rather than grating gravel. You felt comforted by the sound, even if he was chastising you.

“I thought you were still out on your own mission.”

“You couldn’t sense me? My presence on the ship?”

When you shook your head in reply, Kylo frowned. Disappointment flashed in his brown eyes but did not linger; nor did the downwards turn of his lips. Quickly, Kylo collected himself and plastered on that flat expression you assumed he wore often beneath the mask. He took a step closer to your bedside, resting his heavy helmet on the end near your feet.

“I could sense you,” he said lowly, “your pain. How you were thinking of me.” Heat rose to your cheeks, spreading to every inch of your skin. The warmth further dulled the ache in your abdomen. Your attention was fully focused on him now.

“Is that why you came to my rescue? You were a little late if you…” You trailed off as Kylo’s leather-gloved hand brushed against your cheek. A shaking breath rattled in your chest and you closed your eyes for a long moment to search after your words in the dark.

“I’ll never be late for you again,” he murmured when you opened your eyes again. Sincerity dripped from his tone, filled the dark depths of his eyes. His hand brushed against your hairline at you stared up at him, covered fingertips dancing down along your jaw. “Never again.”

“And I’ll find you the moment I return from missions.”

Kylo nodded and you saw the slightest up tilt in the left corner of his mouth. An almost smile. The same expression he would often give you when you came to him, ready to share a bed for the night. If you were lucky, you would get a half smile, large enough to bring out the lines in his face; the evidence you had that he could be happy.

“Good,” he replied, pulling his hand away.

You watched as he plucked the glove from his fingers, exposing the skin of his palm to you when he reached out. Picked up by the vitals monitor was the quickened pace of your heart as Kylo tugged the thin sheets tucked around you down from where they rested. Cool air kissed the skin of your nearly naked chest and then your bare abdomen. You wanted to recoil, hide from him despite knowing he had seen you far more exposed before.

His eyes held your gaze before you lost your nerve. Daringly, you glanced down at your abdomen and eyed the dark red, inflamed scar left behind by the blaster bolt. The medical droids had done well, better than the last time. There was still ample room for improvement. Displeased, you looked away, back up at Kylo.

“Another memory,” you mused bitterly, “though yours is far more handsome.”

Kylo let out an amused huff before studying your new scar. He leaned forward and let his bare fingertips traced the outer edges of the puckered mark. His touch did not hurt but the vitals monitor alerted you both to an uptick in heart rate again. In response to his fingers, your body tensed; wound itself tight like bacta-gauze around a bleeding limb. Enjoying the sight of your body reacting so precisely to his touch, you saw Kylo wore another almost smile.

“Do you want it gone?”

His question catches you off guard. Is he serious? When he moves his eyes from your wound to meet yours once more, you see that he is. The almost smile is dropped, his brows are relaxed, and he reads as unconcerned.

“Yes,” you say, more curious to see what he means than to actually have the scar removed. Kylo nods and moves his bare hands away from your abdomen, though just barely. Palm facing down towards your wound, Kylo’s hand hovers. A moment passses and there is nothing but the want to make a teasing comment.

Then you feel it. It, the Force, is warm as it licks at your wound. Licking is the only way you can describe the feeling though it is not wet. Only warm, comforting, and moving. You gasp and your eyes lift to study Kylo’s face. His eyes are closed, lashes fanned out against his cheeks as he focuses all his energy, the Force, on your scar.

You feel a shift in the air as he lifts his hand. When he opens his eyes, he does not meet your gaze but peer at the scar. Or where the scar was. A few inches above your hip, fresh, unharmed and unblemished skin was shown. It was as if you had never been struck at all. The dull pain that gripped your torso was relieved like a dark cloud being brushed from the sky.

Speechless, you barely react when Kylo leans further down. His hair falls around his face as he pressed his warm lips to the spot where the scar had been. The ends of his hair tickle your skin but you’re still too enthralled to twitch at the sensation. Kylo turns his head to meet your gaze. His eyes are knowing and his mouth quirks up into the slightest of half smiles.

“Beautiful.”

Falling from his lips, the word thrusts you back into another memory; this one not embodied or immortalized in a scar. You are back, caught in the morning before you mission, with your skin pressed against Kylo’s. Sheets are scattered around you and he is kissing your bare shoulder when he says it over and over again, punctuated by a new kiss each time.

“Beautiful.”

When he says it for a second time, you’re back in the present, in the infirmary. Kylo has straightened his posture and is reaching for his helmet now. You move, sit up in your cot and throw a hand out to his. Your fingers wrap around his wrist and gently squeeze.

The touch brings his eyes to yours. His mouth is open slightly, shallow breaths coming and going as he waits for you to say something. To say what he is thinking, wanting, too.

“Stay.”

Wordlessly, Kylo moves to meet you in the middle. Before you can react, his lips find yours and you are falling back against the cot. You are lost in him again and more than enjoying the feeling of it. When you feel his bare hand against the skin of your waist, you smile into the searing kiss. What another good memory this will make.

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obae-me · 4 years

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Hi I love your blog and your writing. I don't know if your doing request or not, so if you aren't just ignore me. But could you possibly have a hc where MC breaks a body part and had to be in a cast how would the brothers (+undateables if you have time) would react?

Oh but this is soft tho, I love writing fluff, thank you so much for the request! 💜

Lucifer

MC had been with him when it happened, and it’s something he’ll never forgive himself for. He forgets how fragile humans are and how anything can hurt them. Anything! He had prepared for monsters, demons, curses, spells, poisons, but he never thought he needed to protect them from stairs!

He was walking beside them as they both started to walk home from RAD, talking to them about an upcoming project. It was dark and rainy, and it bothered him none as he started to descend the slick stone steps. He was just about to warn them about their step when they stumbled down the stairs, hands extended to try to catch themselves, hitting each step with an awful sound before resting on even flooring with a groan.

He freaked out so badly, he called MC by five different wrong names before he finally got it right just as he reached their side. They were alive. Great. They were breathing. Fantastic. They...they had their right wrist bent in the wrong direction.

MC was fairly certain he didn’t even breathe or blink at all as he flew them towards the Devildom’s version of a hospital. He kicked the doors open, demanding MC got looked at, ignoring all of MC’s pleas to wait like everyone else. The poor doctor was not prepared for all of Lucifer’s commands and questions.

MC is not allowed to walk, not allowed to go to class, not even allowed to leave their room for a while. He’s so worried something will happen. He doesn’t even want them to sleep without him there first. His brothers are only allowed to come see MC one by one, following a strict schedule he posted outside MC’s door. Anyone found breaking the schedule will be severely punished.

Is he overreacting severely? Yes. But does MC appreciate his affection? Yes. He’ll hold them close whenever their wrist hurts, petting their head and shushing them if they ever cry. He’ll do all his work for Diavolo in their bedroom, making sure to glance up in frequent intervals and check how they’re doing. He’ll watch over them so intently he’ll end up accidentally falling asleep in the chair by their bed, head resting on his folded arms.

Even after it’s healed, he insists on holding MC’s hand whenever they walk to make sure it won’t happen again. He’ll also pick them up now whenever it rains. He can’t afford anymore unnecessary risks.

Mammon

He brought MC along on another one of his poor-planned money making schemes. He wanted to show off and impress them, and MC only agreed to go along to try to make sure he didn’t get himself in too much trouble. Try being the key word here.

It ended up being super sketchy, causing both MC and Mammon to run away from angry demons. Since Mammon is impossibly fast, he held onto MC’s hand to try to keep them together. However, even if MC ended up being an Olympic runner, they still wouldn’t have been able to keep up with his speed. So, they lost their footing and fell hard against the ground. There was a rough popping noise, but Mammon got them right back on their feet. It wasn’t until they finally got home before Mammon realized that not only were they scratched up, but their shoulder...didn’t look right.

He thought maybe he could fix it himself, which was the opposite of what he should’ve done. Now, not only did it look even worse, but MC’s expression of pain caused Mammon to panic like he never had before. He held onto them tight, much too tight, and MC was almost certain he’d end up passing out before they did.

He got a doctor right away, and while they were getting checked, Lucifer and Mammon were fighting worse than they had in a long time. Mammon had hardly fought this much for anything-or anyone-before. The only reason why Lucifer let him off the hook for something this severe is because it’s been too long since he’s seen Mammon so serious.

Mammon won't leave their side, but he doesn’t feel like he deserves to be near them either, so he’ll spend time pacing by their door for hours before MC tells him to quit. They tell him he doesn’t need to feel so guilty, it was an accident, stupid stuff like this happens to humans all the time. He’ll kneel on the floor by their bed, head against their leg, looking like a scolded puppy. It’s the first time they’ve seen him cry.

It’s not everyday Mammon will do whatever they want. Even if it’s not perfect, even if he messes up, he wants to get MC whatever they want or need.

After they’re fully healed, Mammon will still check their shoulder every day, and Lucifer doesn’t complain when Mammon tones down some of his schemes for the sake of MC’s safety.

Levi

He signed both himself and MC up for this awesome parkour class. He had seen an ad for it and wanted to go, only because he wanted to learn some cool moves that he had seen in an anime. Of course, this was a demon class, so already they had the students doing crazy things like jumping roof to roof and doing flips that would take years for MC to do properly. Unfortunately, they tried it out anyway, not wanting to wimp out of it.

Next thing they knew, they heard Levi scream as one of their legs gave out on them, unable to support their landing. He was by their side, already in tears, shouting incomprehensible words as he called for help on his D.D.D. Not only did one of the brothers have to carry MC home, they had to carry out Levi as well, his brain fried at the sight of their broken leg.

He blames himself hard, having to catch his breath anytime he sees MC in their cast. He had no idea human’s bodies were so brittle, they never seemed so weak in anime. They were always fighting, overcoming impossible feats. He was so lost in the world of fantasy he didn’t know real life was so...frightening. It was a reality check he really needed, he appears to treat MC more authentically now.

He’ll make sure MC is fully entertained while they’re on the mend, it's the least he can do. Most of his setup is now in their room so they can play games with him and watch shows together. He’ll talk their ear off about his favorite plots, and promise to MC that they’d get better and he would protect them, just like his precious characters.

MC now has little drawings on their cast thanks to him, to liven it up a bit. Covered in chibis and little hearts.

He’s used to not getting much sleep, so he’ll watch MC as they rest, watching their chest rise and fall, making sure he keeps an eye on their leg. They’re not allowed to move it much, so he keeps tabs on how much they toss and turn, sometimes holding MC in his arms while they sleep to make sure they don’t move.

Even when they’re better he is always wary about them leaving the house. He should’ve never broken his rule, home is always safe, and now he can’t relax until he knows MC is safely home.

Satan

He was always afraid of hurting MC due to his wrath, but he never knew that they could so easily be broken. He hadn’t even intended to hurt them, he didn’t! He just...he was angry, he didn’t want them to come into his room, but they insisted, they wouldn’t listen! Now look what he had done to them...

He had slammed the door on them while their finger still lingered in the door-frame, he had no idea...he didn’t know something as simple as shutting a door would hurt them so. They both heard a sharp crack, Satan originally believed it had been part of the door, the wood breaking. Until he heard MC’s shriek of pain. He opened the door back up to see their finger bent backwards where the door had shut on it.

After he had tore the door off its hinges and resolved it to splinters, he ushered MC quickly out of the house to get their finger checked. His other brothers had to quickly come at MC’s request to keep Satan from harming the medical staff when told they had to wait to get checked. It took him far too long to calm down, having to be physically restrained by Lucifer and Mammon until he cooled off.

MC’s broken finger had been on their dominant hand, so Satan did all the writing for them. MC never asked him to, he did it anyway. He felt like it was the bare minimum of redemption. He made sure to read up more on the skeletal structure humans possessed, and MC is pleased to find that they had never seen Satan be so gentle with them. He softly strokes their hand, has a hard time now raising his voice above a whisper around them, and MC swears he now has painkillers in his pocket at all times for whenever they need it.

Satan takes after Lucifer in being much too prideful for simple apologies, he’s hardly wrong in the first place, but he said it to them once they drifted off to sleep, head in his lap. He didn’t move from his spot all night.

Healed wounds meant nothing, Satan refused to treat MC any differently from his delicate and precious books.

Asmo

Trust him, he would have never given MC those ridiculously high heeled shoes had he known that humans were so clumsy and fragile. The heel of the shoe was so tall, whoever wore them might as well be walking on the very tips of their toes. They were a new fashion, and since he adored his adorable MC so much, he got them a pair.

The last thing he expected was to have them fall so dramatically after a single step. At first he planned on giving them props for their fall, it was like a movie scene, but then he saw how their ankle looked. Twisted and limp, MC started to hyperventilate.

He had seen some pretty disgusting positions the human body could get into, but this was wrong, it shouldn’t be like that. He had never been so serious or flown so fast before. He didn’t even say a word until they were in bed, getting some medication for the pain. He grasped onto MC’s hand and apologized repeatedly until MC was convinced he had lost his voice.

After they’ve been taken care of, he refuses to let go of them, cuddling them pampering them. He didn’t know just a simple misstep in the wrong shoes and they could just hurt themselves like that! He thought himself a master of the body, but he still had much to learn about humans, it seemed.

He calls himself Nurse Asmo for weeks, not leaving MC’s side, carting them around in a wheelchair even if they insist on using crutches or moving around themselves. He’ll have none of it. He feels responsible and so MC is under his constant care until their body is just as beautiful and whole as he remembers. He’ll want to make sure he takes care of them so well, their body will have no choice but to heal faster.

He’ll not forgive himself for allowing MC’s perfect body to get like that again. He’ll never let MC even look at high heel shoes, he knows plenty of adorable flats that would look great on them.

Beel

He’s always extra careful around MC, he knows they’re fragile, he’s well aware of the difference between strengths. Anytime he’s around them, he does whatever is necessary to make sure they’re safe at all times. Unfortunately, no matter how protective he is, sometimes accidents happen, especially when humans and demons mix.

He and Mammon were fighting over food, special food, limited edition flavor chips, and Mammon had stolen it. He didn’t even eat it, he sold it. It was an insult. They both were in demon form, battling it out, Lucifer trying to stop it, by force it would seem. They were all so consumed in combat, power flinging, furniture flying, they had no idea MC had walked in the room to check on the chaos, only to get caught up in it. A large cabinet headed in their direction, and if they hadn’t stepped back, they might have gotten fully crushed. Unfortunately, their foot ended up being crushed in their place.

Beel felt sick to his stomach, hearing the sound of the bone crack made his insides feel all twisted in a way he and his iron stomach hadn’t felt in centuries. The fighting immediately came to a close, the food they were fighting over seemed worthless to him now, for once he couldn’t care less. He refused to let any of his other brothers touch MC. In fact he almost didn’t want to touch them himself. He had such a hard time holding them, he ended up physically shaking, worried that he’d hurt MC even further. He doesn’t want to let them go, though, he holds onto them for an entire day, acting like MC’s personal shield.

Beel skips classes, workouts, even his team practices to be with MC. MC is absolutely not allowed to move by themselves, he’s going to carry them wherever they need to go if they must go somewhere. Until they’re fully healed, all the meals are going to be MC’s favorite foods. None of the brothers get a say otherwise, but no one is going to defy Beel over this anyway.

MC never sees him fight with any of his brothers again, not with them around anyway, and if they thought Beel was already super protective, they weren’t ready for their new unofficial bodyguard.

Belphie

Honestly, he was bewildered how MC hadn’t died yet--well, other than that--in the Devildom. Lilith had loved humans, and, he in the past, had loved them too, so he knew how weak they could be. However, MC had just...tripped...on their own feet, falling right onto their own face. He laughed at first, he will admit, he had no idea how hurt MC was. When they stumbled back onto their own feet, their face and chest was covered in blood.

He was frozen for a good few minutes, his mind buzzing, his heart pounding out of his chest. He kept getting flashbacks of that terrible moment in the attic, and it was only until MC grabbed his arm, disoriented and in pain, that he was able to move again. They gasped his name to snap him out of it. They weren’t flinching away from him, they didn’t look afraid of him, in fact they were leaning into him, looking for his comfort.

He got them home as quick as he could, making sure MC didn’t have any more fumbles on the way. Obviously once they saw the state MC was in, all the other brothers were freaking out as well. Mammon accused Belphie of doing something to them again--it was taking Mammon the longest to forgive him-- which didn’t make Belphie feel better about it. Normally he would’ve just fought Mammon then and there for such an accusation, after all the things his older brother had dragged MC into, but he didn’t have the energy. MC needed to be taken care of now.

He did feel guilty, even if he didn’t want to admit it. Once the doctor came, he left the room, getting some air. He would wait until after MC was asleep to come check on them and make sure they were okay. He would make sure that MC’s pillow was fluffed, that they were comfortable, and then he’d fall asleep at MC’s feet at the end of their bed. He’d wake up at the slightest movement, checking over their body and face for who knows how many times now.

While they were deep in a dream, he took a permanent marker and drew little cow spots on their bandage. It was a silly gesture, he was well aware, but even having a small piece of matching patterns made his heart happy.

He won’t say it but he’s so glad when they’re finally healed. MC notices a sharp increase in his energy levels as he asks them to do plenty of activities together. He hardly ever wants to do something with them besides nap.

He’ll be prepared to catch MC if they ever trip again. He won’t let them be hurt ever again. Period.

Diavolo

He wasn’t there when it happened to MC, but Lucifer relayed the information to him as soon as possible. He didn’t freak out, at least, not in the way people would expect. It is rather unlike the Lord of the Devildom, however, to drop all his work, cancel all his meetings, and quickly make his way over to the House of Lamentation.

He excuses MC from classes immediately, making sure staying safe and healthy was their first and only priority. Not just for the sake of the program, but something in him stirred violently at the sight of seeing them pale, in pain, their forearm in a cast. He asked Lucifer for details.

Upon hearing that it was due to some lesser demon, he laughed, but it was a terrible laugh. He calmly stated that he would handle it, but every member of the household could feel the house rumble. Not even Diavolo could stay completely tranquil, it seemed.

He knew the consequences of having a human in the Devildom, he knew the risks. He knew about the dirt in his kingdom that called themselves demons. He just didn’t realize how it would make him feel . Not only did MC have classes off, he allowed all the brothers to stay home for a while as well to make sure they were well taken care of. He had Lucifer give him daily updates on their progress.

MC is now curious why there are new changes to not only RAD but the House of Lamentation, Purgatory Hall, and even Diavolo’s castle. Simple things like ramps, elevators, railings, anything as a means of injury prevention. None of the demons need to use it, it’s all for MC, but everyone acts like it’s completely normal. All due to Diavolo’s ‘modern design’.

None of the brothers dare say anything about the Demon Lord’s frequent visits to their home, or to MC’s room. Not even Lucifer had him come over this often.

MC is thankful they never have to see the demon that resulted in their arm breaking again, but they didn’t know where they possibly could've gone.

Barbatos

It’s safe to assume he knew about this. Except, there were plenty of timelines where something like this had happened, so he didn’t know the details of which unfortunate accident would come about. Whatever the case, he was prepared to assist and serve MC in whatever way he could.

He always thinks he’s seen everything and is well prepared for it, but it still doesn’t prevent him from having his chest hurt and his nerves shudder at seeing MC like this. On the outside, he’ll always appear neutral, so no one knows just how much he’s feeling for this human. He’s so much softer with them than anyone else.

MC doesn’t know how this demon keeps getting into their room without coming through the door, it freaks them out a bit, to be honest. They don’t complain about their room being so pristine you could brush over it with a white glove, though.

MC thought that maybe, maybe, just once they could get away with getting up and doing things on their own. The brothers kept on fussing over them non-stop, but at one point they got called away to a meeting, leaving MC alone at home.

They got up out of bed, ready to stretch their legs and get some fresh air, trying to get some sort of normalcy back. They did all this not knowing that Barbatos was keeping a close eye on them from the shadows the entire time.

Whether it was by Diavolo’s orders or Barbatos’ own volition, MC will never know, but they did find their little excursion to the outside quickly brought to a halt by some form of magic that transported them back to their room. Barbatos had them back in bed before MC could even reach the front gates.

No matter how they tried, they were forced to stay safe, now even unable to get out from their bed. No matter how much they struggled, their own sheets betrayed them. The silent butler only showed up once MC gave up. He strutted over putting a soft but surprisingly stern hand over their shoulder as he went about taking care of them. Any words of protest fell on deaf ears. It was his duty to protect him, and not even MC could stop him.

Simeon

He had no idea till he noticed that MC hadn’t been to school for a few days now. When he brought it up to the brothers, they explained how MC had staggered back home one night, hand completely busted, and they wouldn’t tell anyone why. For MC’s safety, and just for the brother’s peace of mind, MC was to stay home until further notice.

Simeon’s an angel, so peaceful, anger isn’t something he fully understands, but he felt a burning pain in his chest. Why didn’t anyone tell him immediately? Was he just supposed to figure this out himself? It had been quite a long time since Lucifer had seen Simeon frown so deeply before, eyes cloudy with distress.

Simeon had never missed classes ever. He was always much too early, much too eager to stick to regulations. So when he ended up skipping class, it shocked Luke to his core and caused Diavolo to make a note that an angel had broken the rules to go check on a human. This program was turning up all sorts of surprises.

MC was pleasantly surprised to hear the soft knocks on their door, vastly different than any of the ways the demons announced themselves. Simeon strode in, radiating warmth, carefully grasping their hand in his, and gave it a gentle kiss. The pain MC had felt no longer existed. Simeon explained that it was still best if they heal on their own, but at the very least, they wouldn’t feel pain. He would be there to make it all go away.

He’s around MC now much more frequently, guarding them, keeping them from harm. From that point on he urges MC to let him know when things happen.

Solomon

He had been teaching MC more about magic. Not only did he think it would be beneficial for his human companion, but it would sate some of his curiosity. He wanted to learn more about MC, about their capabilities, testing to see in what ways their previous angel ancestor had changed them.

He knew they had a hard time driving out their power, so he tried different methods to assist them, methods they could use on their own. Magic rings, chants, wands. Unfortunately, once something worked, all their built up power flooded out of them at once, their temporary wand exploding into shards, and the bones in their hand following suit.

He used some of his magic to heal up what he could, being careful not to go too far or he’d overwhelm MC’s already weakened body. MC couldn't tell what was running through his head as he had them supported and cradled with one of his arms, the other one hovered over their hand. Magical circles and sigils running over their skin as it rushed to heal them. While his face seemed calm, his eyes looked a bit darker, missing the mischievous glint in them. They were tighter, laser focused, serious.

After he did what he could, both of them promised not to mention it to anyone, for fear both of them would never hear the end of it, or worse. While MC walked themselves home, Simeon used magic to keep an eye on them from his room, taking note what happened with him today. His mouth tight, arms folded across his chest, watching as the remnants from MC’s faulty makeshift wand burned rapidly in the fireplace.

Luke

He has absolutely no idea how humans work or how weak they are. So when he heard MC had a broken bone, he didn’t even fully understand what that meant. Broke...a bone? He knew the word broke didn’t sound pleasant, and when he finally went to go see MC, his little head almost exploded.

Their body broke?? Human’s bodies could break like that?? And they couldn't just have it healed immediately??

He blamed the demons most definitely, but MC had never ever been so entertained when the little angel pointed at each and every one of the brothers--Lucifer included--and chewed them out. Each of them had different expressions. Belphie looked exhausted, Beel looked downtrodden, Asmo didn’t even seem to be paying attention. Satan looked like he was only focusing on not destroying Luke right then and there, Levi looked mortified, Mammon was the only one arguing back, and Lucifer was stunned speechless that a creature barely higher than his waist was giving him a lecture.

Until MC is fully healed, Luke makes sure to bring plenty of freshly baked sweets right to their door, not noticing seven pairs of glowing glares while he lingers in the house of demons.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke

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miyaniacs · 3 years

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CHAPTER THREE

NAVIGATION // Characters // Chapter Two

summary: Reader: female; 20 years old ; Apparently you know something… but what this something is you still got to find out.But curses, good and bad sorcerer now want to get you into their hands.Ending up in the hands of the good ones, y/n finally meets her old best friend again - Yuji. Now Yuji and his friends make it their mission to keep you save in this whole new world. Days turn into weeks and you become closer and closer to your ‚bodyguards‘

Warnings: slight NSFW (nothing explicit), mentions of blood (like only a drop of blood), bad writing in the middle bc i was unable to do it better andddd typos.

A/N: Hey.. sorry it took so long, but it was all so stressful and confusing with my BA. I don’t really like this chapter but i like the idea i got at the end of it haha Sorry if this is bad. Feedback, Comments, Reblogs are appreciated.

Your eyes widen and you quickly look down. Big mistake. Now your eyes are glued to his incredibly big muscles that show through his shirt.

You want to extend your hand and just touch them.

How is it possible for a human being to be this... this... just damn.

His arms cross over his chest. His biceps and triceps are flexed, slightly squishing his chest muscles, making them appear even bigger.

Your mouth hangs slightly open and your eyes begin to wander up again.

To his sharp jaw, then to a scar on the corner of his lips, his lips which look slightly chapped but still incredibly kissab-

WAIT.

STOP.

STOOOOOP.

Besides all the hot things about him the way he looks down at you, you feel frightened.

Raising his right eyebrow he chuckles.

And god it sounds hot.

“It’s not really polite to stare at the man you bumped into.”

“I- I- omg I’m sooo sorry.” You stutter and look down on your hands. He was right - you really embarrassed yourself right now.

“It’s fine, haven’t really felt it anyways.”

You really don’t know what to say or do, so you just keep on starring down at your hands. Something about him makes you feel so small.

“So... what brings you here babygirl?”

“Uhm.. just wandering around...” you mumble.

“Huh... and why is that?” He asks, amused by the state you’re in.

“Got too much on my mind.” You finally look up at his green eyes again.

There’s a glint in them.. but you can’t really make out what it is.

“Mhh you know I’m a good listener.”

“I don’t even know you.”

“Toji.”

“Huh?”

“My name- now you know me Y/n.”

“Wait how do you - wait no forget it, probably everyone around here now knows who I am.” You roll your eyes and plop down on the grass.

Toji sits down next to you and leans his head on his knee, looking over to you.

“So?” He asks.

“ I mean.. you probably know about the whole power thing and me right?”

“Yes I do.” He says and for a second there’s a small dangerous look in his eyes, which you obviously missed.

“And now they want to kill me, but this strange teacher promised me to not let that happen...” you sigh, “ but that isn’t really the real problem. Everyone expects me to stay here with them... But... no one thinks about the fuckin fact that I have nothing with me. Like I need some clean underwear? And my Uni stuff... and clothes... and arghhhh.... “ you sigh again and let yourself fell backwards into the grass.

“Oh yeah, why should you care if someone wants to kill you, when in fact the real problem is that you need to pass your finals.” He chuckles.

“I know I know... I just want to think about normal stuff..”

“I mean... I could distract you , if that’s what you want?” He smirks and glances down at you.

“Welll... depends on what we’re talking about.”

“Depends on what you want.” He lays down and rests his face on his hand.

Trying your best, you keep on starring into the sky and not look to your right.

A hookup with a hot stranger does sound like something that is appropriate to do during this time.

You bite your lip and keep on starring at the sky. The sun is slowly setting, which turns the whole sky into a beautiful pinkish orange light.

“Surprise me.” You say, trying to be cheeky, as you turn to your right and look at him.

Liking his lips, he smirks and gets up.

Confused you sit up and see him extending his hand.

Hesitating for a second, you finally lay your, comparably small hand, in his and he pulls you up as if you weight nothing at all.

“Where are we going?” You ask as he continues to hold your hand and drags you with him, further away from the buildings of the school.

“Mhhh you’ll see.” He simply says and keeps walking, slightly speeding up.

After a few more minutes, the buildings are barely to see and the anxiety starts creeping up inside of you. Why the fuck did you go with a stranger.

A stranger that is way stronger than you.

He’s not that hot, at least not hot enough to risk your life.

At least you’re now walking down a street, with other people around... maybe if you scream loud enough...

“And we’re here.” He stops in front of a building.

“Wh..Where are we.” You stutter and look up at him.

“My apartment.” He smirks and opens the front door.

“Ohh..”

After five more pairs of stairs, he stops at the door down the floor.

“Come on in.” He opens the door and holds the door open for you.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kidnap you or anything.” He chuckles.

Carefully you walk inside and hear him closing the the door behind him, locking it.

Whatever you expect his apartment to look like, it’s not this.

The room, is rather a loft.

Most of the walls are covered in windows, that reach down to the floor.

The bed is on the right, the kitchen on the left.

Everything looks modern and simple.

The most prominent colors aren’t real colors - Black and white dominate everything.

Some green touches thanks to a few plants.

Two Katanas hang right above the wall over the bed.

The bed is rather low, yet big with simple white sheets.

The kitchen is white too, all the electro stuff black, the few dishes that are shown, look modern and expensive.

In the middle of the room, are two big black leather couches with matching arm chairs. In contrast to the rest of the room, those look old - the expensive kind of old, not the worn out old.

“You can move.”

Turning around you see Toji leaning against the closed door, arms crossed over his chest.

“Uhm..” You look around not sure where to go. You don’t even know why you’re here.

“The couch.” He lays his hands on your shoulders and shoves you towards said couches, pushing you down on one. The leather is soft and you immediately sink into them.

“Relax, I thought you’re more fun.” He rolls his eyes and runs his hand through his black hair.

“I - I shouldn’t have come with you.. Uhm.. the others are probably looking for me.” You stutter. You really should not be here. What is wrong with you. Coming with a stranger. A total stranger. Why did you say surprise me. This wasn’t you. You tend to be more careful.

“Mhh... well let them search. You’re here now.”

“You don’t get it, they said it’s dangerous for me being alone.”

“But you aren’t alone.” He smirks and leans down his finger tracing over your cheekbone, down to your lips.

“And who said, that I’m not the one they try to protect you from?” He leans closer.

You can feel his breath on your skin. Your heart races.

He is right.

You had a bad feeling about him all the time.

Why did you come with him.

Fuck.

Your phone, you need to text Yuji and sent him your location or try to escape.

But even tough you know this is what you need to do... Your body doesn’t listen to you.

“Perfect. I always like the bad ones.” And with that you kiss him.

Why?

You really don’t know. Your body moves at its own, while a voice in your head screams and tells you to run - yet your hands wrap around his neck and you pull him closer.

His hands find your waist and he easily lifts you up, carrying you towards his bed.

“That’s the distraction I had in mind.” You purr against his lips.

His kisses travel down to your jaw, neck, cleavage...

Opening your eyes you star at the night sky. Your fingers trace over the soft cold grass.

Wait what?

Why are you outside.

Why are you- wait are you alone?

Quickly you sit up and look around.

Yes. You are alone.

And still near the small forest.

But... why are you alone...

You talked with someone... what was his name again... Toji!

Where is he?

“Y/N!”

“Y/NNNNNN!”

“YES?” You call out.

From the distance you can spot two figures running towards you.

“Y/N!” Yuji screams and speeds up.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” He screams and falls down on his knees.

“H- here..” you say and look up at the other person and screaming when you look into the same eyes you saw... what in your dream? Or whatever it was.

“What?” Megumi asks annoyed.

“YOU!”

“Me?”

“What’s with him?” Yuji asks confused.

“Uhmmm.. nothing.. I walked into a tree.. my head is still.. fuzzy.” You say, remembering your dream. Your hand reaches up and touches the exposed skin on your neck. You can still feel his kisses.

Who is he.

And why does he look like Yujis friend.

Confused you walk back to the dorms with the two.

On the whole way they complain about you not answering your phone, worrying them, etc. Apparently everyone was looking for you.

But shouldn’t anyone found you before?

You haven’t walked that far away...

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It’s past midnight and you’re sitting on the ground in your room.

You can’t sleep and think back to when you arrived back at the dorms.

Everyone seemed relieved when you came back with Yuji and Megumi and asked where you’ve been. After you told them, leaving out the Toji part, Gojo was confused. According to him, he went through the while forest and you haven’t laid near it then.

You tried to lighten up the mood by joking about his blindfold, but he wasn’t in the joking mood and quickly cut you off and dragged you away from the others.

“Where have you really been?” He had asked you, without his blindfold on. His blue eyes practically starred into your soul.

“Literally where I told you.”

“IF you’ve been there, i would have saw you. Also... where did those come from then?” He asked you and pulled down your collar of your shirt. Dark blue marks cover your skin.

“I don’t remember me leaving them.” His eyes travel back up to your, now red, face.

“Uhm ... so ... I ...”

“Listen. I don’t care about whoever you’re fucking with, but keep your sex life low - at least until we figured out this whole mess. You don’t know about this world and who to trust and who not.” He stares at you and you only nod.

“GOOD.” He smiles, his character changed again.

“As a last resort, you know where my room is.” He winks.

There’s a knock on your door and you groan. Who tf visits you at this time.

“Yes?” You open it and before you can scream a large hand covers your mouth.

“Missed me?”

“Sukuna?!!” You mumble against his hand while he pushes you inside of the room.

“Yes my little pet.” He smirks and closes the door, “ When I remove my hand, you know better than to scream, yes?”

You nod and he removes his hand.

“Good girl.” He purrs and his sharp nail runs down your cheek and you feel your skin opening.

His eyes are fixed on you, while he brings his finger closer to his lips, licking up the small drop of blood.

“Beautiful. Just as I remember it.” His eyes roll back and a grin spreads on his face.

“I heard you had some fun today?” He opens one of his eyes and nods towards your neck.

“I- uhm... I don’t know.” You answer truthfully.

“Huh? Was it that bad?” He chuckles.

“No... I mean.. I don’t even know if it was real..” you open up to him.

Why are you opening up to him? TO HIM?

“Mh... that’s the seal puppy.” He smiles and sits down on your bed.

“Seal?” You ask confused and sit down next to him.

“This.” His finger tips on the spot on over your collarbone.

“The mark?”

“Yeah yeah... its real name is the infinity seal. When it’s activated an ancient power starts to ... well run trough your blood.” He lays down on the bed.

“You know ... it doesn’t only give power to others. It helps you too. Makes you stronger, faster, gives you some sort of sixth sense.”

“For what?”

“For well... Everything? My Queen... your... well ancestor I guess, told me it feels like a different person, living in your head... they warn you if you’re in danger, give you the right answer when you only have seconds to act, they just .. help you get what you want.. what you need.. what’s good for you...” he glanced up at you.

You immediately think of that strange feeling of your body moving against your will, while being with Toji.. was that ‘person’ telling you that you needed sex?? When you think about it, you really are less stressed now. Or were them the one telling you to run?

“You felt them?” He sits up and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Oh yes... you did...” he leans closer to your ear.

“How did it feel like? Finally doing what you want to do... not caring about the consequences... or who you might hurt...” his hand creeps around your waist and pulls you towards his chest, “just doing what is good for You.”

“I- I- No... I felt bed,..., I knew the other would look for me and...”

“Nahhh nah nah... yet you didn’t listen to that part of you, why?”

“The other feeling was stronger.”

“See... They know what you want. What is good for you...” his fingers run up and down on your waist.

“Then... why .... why don’t I remember coming back here.” You stare at the door, not feeling his hand moving to your back pocket or realizing the situation you are in.

“You’re simply not used to the power. Your memories will come back eventually and the more you get used to them... you won’t get those blackouts.” His lips gaze over your neck.

“Why are you telling me all of this.” You breath out.

“Because I want you to trust me.” His hand leaves your waist and grabs your chin instead, turning your head to face him, he adds, “And I want you to know everything. I know that the white haired idiot won’t tell you everything. He’ll simply tell you what will help him - but I … I want you to understand the whole power, I want you to know everything before you choose to share this power with someone.” His thumb rubs the skin on your face.

“Sukuna..” you whisper and stare in his eyes, “what if they decide to kill me..”

“I already said that I won’t let this happen.”

“But … you’re only one person…. And they seem to be .. powerful…”

“Ohhh you don’t have to worry about that- I will protect you.”

“Thank you.” You gently smile at him.

“Now … I have to go. The brat will wake up soon.” He says and gets up, walking towards the door.

“Goodnight y/n.”

He walks outside and you fall down on the bed.

Behind your closed door, Sukuna licks his lips and looks down at the old finger in his hand.

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msiconoclast · 3 years

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Again - Chapter 3

Pairing: Jaebeom x Reader

Genre: romance, angst, smut, slow-burn

Summary: Im Jaebeom was the single most significant part of your college experience. A chance encounter brings you together again many years later when you’ve both settled into your careers (Jaebeom is a music producer and Y/N is a journalist). As you take a walk down memory lane, you reflect on your understanding of love and its many trials. Some loves are meant to make you grow, and some are meant to help you heal. And some are destined to be both.

Word Count: 3.4k

Rating: 18+ (this chapter only)

A/N: This could be The sex scene of this whole story. I haven’t decided. Hopefully it serves its purpose. Guess we’ll see. And.....oh yeah, this story is not going to have a linear timeline.

Story Index:

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

It started with a trace of fingers up the legs. Or maybe it was a whisper behind your ears. But here you were, pinned down by his strong frame on top of you, writhing as JB nibbled away at your neck. The air was thick and damp inside the cave. Even with the small fire crackling red hot just six feet away, goosebumps still ran up and down your spine. Your cheeks, however, were flushed. You think his fingers would probably incinerate if he touched your face right now. Time was hazy inside this little seaside cavern and you don’t know how long it’s been since you ducked in to hide from the relentless storm outside. Cuddling for body heat had quickly escalated to lips smashed together and hands wandering to explore each other. As fingers sought to capture and memorize every single curve and turn of your bodies, it felt as though you had been here, in this hideaway, kissing since the dawn of time.

His lips broke away from your neck and started moving lower across your chest, your stomach, leaving behind a trail that electrified your skin. They were heading towards the part of your body that had tensed and contorted itself into a bundle of nerves. The epicenter of desires. You bit your lips and sank your fingers into his hair, not sure whether you wanted him to speed up or slow down. Just as you prepared yourself for the next wave of pleasure though, everything stopped.

Confused, you tried to crane your neck and find his eyes. But you were surprised by gentle taps on your thighs as his hands then led them to open up wide in front of his face. His lips reattached to your body at your knees and the journey now moved north along the longitude of your thighs. It was slow, and agonizing as he administered every lick and tickle, clearly intending to subjugate you to his whims utterly and completely. You arched your back every time his tongue made contact with your skin. It felt as though he had a map of your most sensitive spots and with a clinical focus, he attempted to mark off every one of those spots on your legs. And every time he found one, he got a whimper out of you as a reward. You tried to rub your legs together for some friction but was punished by a bite instead. If it weren’t for the fact that your hands were clamped down by his, you’d probably be digging your nails deep into his arms.

When his mouth finally made contact with your soaked panties, he pulled away again. And the next thing you felt was a draft of cool air up the insides of your thighs towards your core.

“Oh.” was all you could stutter and swallow.

JB wasn’t known for his patience but he did have a thing for control. You were always exactly where he wanted you to be, locked into his grasp but an arm’s length away both physically and emotionally even when he brought you to the highest of highs. The same intensity with which he gave you pleasure, you wanted to find that in his eyes. Though his sight was always trained on you, watching your every reaction, it was as if his gaze was always behind an impenetrable glass shield. All you ever saw were your own desperate desires reflected back at you.

You felt completely exposed to him, not just physically, but as if he could see through your skin and touch every raw nerve. While you could not deny the pleasure he granted, it frightened you to be exposed like this, each thought and emotion under someone else’s scrutiny and him the master of your sanity and satisfaction. You didn’t understand this fear. You never did, but it was as much a part of you as your need for intensity and frenzy. You liked to think that the mix of the two led to defiance, but to someone from a distance it probably looked a little more like recklessness. Regardless, control was not something you would hand over to JB on a silver platter.

So you managed to untangle one of his hands from your legs and led it to your mouth. A lick of the fingertips and your sweet warm mouth gently enclosed his finger. Before he knew it, he’s pumping two fingers in and out of your mouth while your tongue caressed the pads of his enclosed fingers. You clearly took him by surprise as he tried to stifle the low grunt that escaped his throat. For a minute, he was fixated on the sight of his fingers disappearing in and out of your mouth and appeared to be in a trance. You used the moment to push him down on his back so that you end up sitting straddled on top of him. Your fingers brush across his taut abs before making a quick exit of his belt. And as you tug his pants down, you could see that he was hard. Oh, he was very hard.

The tip of his cock twitched as you carefully traced its veins. You moved directly on top of his bulge and started to grind your hips into him. Circular and back and forth, you varied the friction and pressure so that you could bring him back down from the edge every time his jaw gritted a bit too tight. Eyes closed, JB was a sight to behold. Skin covered with a bright sheen and hair tousled from sweat, you’ve never seen him so compliant in this position before. In fact, you couldn’t remember any other time that he’s allowed you to be on top. You knew he was enjoying himself by the way he thrusted up his hips to meet yours and the loud hisses, the almost-grunts, that he let out. But you wanted more. You wanted to crack through that veneer of calm and cool and see what was really underneath it. What was he hiding from you? Was he also in free fall every time your bodies touched? And did he also pray that you would be there to cushion the fall at the end? So many questions yet no answers were ever found in his beautiful fucking face. Well, you just had to force the confession out of him then.

Taking his fingers out of your mouth, you suddenly leaned down and pushed him into a deep kiss. This gave you the opportunity to place his hands above his head and, using the silk scarf that was tying your hair up, restrain his hands to the camping packs nearby.

“What are you doing?” He finally caught on to what was happening and turned his face sideways.

Something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time.

But you remained silent and continued to undress him. Once he was completely naked beneath you, you decided to take a moment to simply take in the glorious view. You always felt that women’s bodies were more pleasant to look at, with the natural harmony of its curves and smoothness of its skin. But you now realized that the male form, this particular male form, with its dramatic cliffs and implied strength, held a power that was perhaps even more mesmerizing.

You backed yourself off so that you could wrap your fingers around his cock. Giving it a tight squeeze, you then began pumping it at a languid pace. He seemed to relax thinking that he knew where this was going. Only if. At the same time, you moved your other hand to your own clit and started touching yourself to the same pace that you were stroking him. As the arousal spread from your core, your grip tightened bit by bit until your rhythm became almost totally erratic. Though his face revealed no clues, his hands dug into the blanket by his sides. He threw his head back in pleasure and his breathing got shallower. You were starting to feel light-headed and ready to give in to the delirium that was overtaking your body.

It was a loud groan from JB that brought you back from the edge.

Wait a minute, this wasn’t the plan.

It took all of the willpower you had left to push yourself off of him. As extra precautions, you backed up a good distance away entirely. For a minute, you just sat panting and trying to gather your wits. JB tried to tug his wrists free from their restraints. Good thing you had been a girl scout in your youth and had actually learned how to tie a proper knot. Never know when these things come in handy. Finding his predicament to be more than a little temporary, it finally dawned upon him that you were the one in charge now.

“Let’s pick up where you left off, hmm?”

Stretching yourself out, you opened your legs as wide as possible to give him a good view of you dripping wet core as your fingers encircled your clit at a feverish pace.

“Like what you see? You like to watch me right?” You asked in between heavy breaths.

For a good show, you slowly rolled your body up and down to exaggerate all of your curves. You did always have a flair for the dramatic. Then you dipped two fingers into your core and used your other hand to tease your nipples. The new sensations pushed you to the edge and you couldn’t help but let out a breathy whine. That whine then turned into loud moans. You wanted to make sure he knew just how much pleasure you were giving yourself. Somehow, you managed to lock eyes with him all at the same time and to your great satisfaction, you finally saw his eyes flinch and his jaw lock shut.

“Looks like I can get myself off without you just as well.”

That must have stung because it finally sparked something in his eyes. You weren’t sure if it was anger or lust but it looked like brilliant fireworks either way. It’s no fun if a girl can’t play with a little fire once in a while.

“Stop it! No, come here.”

“What did you say? Sorry, I’m a little busy here.”

He let out a sigh and his chest sank in resignation. You were ready for his retort but he took a long pause instead. Something seemed to shift in the air and a heaviness creeped up on the mood in the cave.

“I know you don’t need me.” He finally spoke in a soft voice. “There was this candle that you really liked. The one that smelled like a fig tree. We got it from that little apothecary with the birdcages down in Japantown, remember? It was the only thing I could find after you packed up and left. You were...so thorough.” He closed his eyes and seemed lost in thought. “I kept going back to that place to buy that same candle over the years. When I couldn’t sleep, I’d light the candle and sit in the dark…...the apartment would smell like you. The place closed down two years ago. I showed up one day and it was just gone. Nobody knew if they’d moved or where the owner went. And I never found that candle again anywhere else.”

Eyebrow quirked up. This was not what you expected. With your legs brought back together, you curled up, put your head on your knees and stared at him.

“There were nights when I woke up in the dark…...and thought you were still there. It’s like I could hear you humming in the bathroom.”

You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until he stopped speaking. The silence sat between the two of you like an unwelcome guest.

You had painted this epic battle of will with JB in your head. Him surrendering at the first skirmish was not something you had prepared for. But wasn’t this exactly what you wanted? Didn’t you want him to finally put his feelings on the table and show his cards?

It dawned on you in that moment that you had long lost sight of what you were fighting for. This push-and-pull with JB was all you could remember now. Winning was all you could remember now.

In silence, you moved back to his wrists and quickly undid the constraints. You felt tired all of a sudden, like someone had popped you like a balloon and let all the air out of you. All you could do was lay yourself down on the blanket and curl up into a fetal position. You wanted sleep to wash over you and put you out of this state of confusion you were in.

As you drifted in and out of sleep, you felt JB’s body envelop you as he curled up behind you and pulled you into his chest. You could feel him pull your hair back and kiss your cheek and ear. You relaxed into the warmth of his body and exhaled as he planted tiny kisses on your shoulder and elbow. There was something intimate in the way he deliberately avoided any gesture that was remotely sexual. Something tender in the way he softly hummed some unknown tune while he stroked your hair. And when he finally threaded his fingers with yours, you felt safe again for the first time in a very long time.

“I missed you.”

There it was. Three little words that you never thought you’d hear him say. You wanted to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming.

Instead, you pinched him on the side. Hard.

“Ow! Hey, what was that for!”

You rubbed where you had pinched him. Then you pinched him on the other side. A little less hard this time.

“Say it again.”

“I missed you.”

“Say it again. I want to hear you say it again. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Upon hearing this, he nuzzled himself into your neck and whispered those three words repeatedly until you finally turned around and shut him up with a kiss.

You’d kissed JB countless times before. Knew the outline of his lips by heart and nibbled them in your sleep. But you always had to chase those kisses. This time though, it was as if he was discovering how to kiss you for the very first time and he threw his whole body, his entire being into it. Soon he was on top of you and crushing your lips with full force. You felt as if you were going to suffocate and your lungs would explode. But you didn’t want him to ever stop. As his tongue parted your lips and entwined with yours, you find yourself moaning into the kiss.

“Let me make you feel good, hmm? Remember how good it used to feel?”

You kissed him back as tacit consent. With that, he moved his mouth down to your nipple and as he teased it with his tongue, his hand sought out your clit.

“So wet already…so wet for me.”

That was all the encouragement he needed to insert not one, but two fingers into you. With his thicker knuckles, the stretch was incredible. When his finger found that familiar spot inside of you, you both hissed and tensed up with anticipation. You felt like you were losing your mind and all you wanted was for him to be inside and fill you up. But he was clearly in no hurry. It was like he was determined to go all day and all night. He kept one finger curled at the spot while the other one pushed in and out of you. And when he added his thumb back at your clit doing circles, you finally broke down. A tsunami of pleasure swallowed you and threw you up and down like a broken boat. It felt like forever before the waters finally calmed down.

“Mmm…...you did so good baby. So hot.” He inserted his index finger into this mouth and licked it clean. “So sweet. Are you ready to cum again?”

He said it so casually as if he was asking if you wanted a second serving of ice cream. Meanwhile, you felt like you were still floating in outer space.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just rest.”

As he said this, he got behind you and cuddled up to you once again. You were both drenched in sweat at this point but you didn’t mind one bit. After he made sure that you were comfortable leaning into him, he pulled your hips towards him and proceeded to attack your clit again. This time he took it slow and as he massaged your clit, he pushed himself into you so that you could feel his hard cock against your ass. You whimpered and bit your lips as you felt overwhelmed and overstimulated. Seeing this, he alternately cooed at you and nibbled at your ear.

“Sshh……..just a little bit more. Open up for me babe. Let me take you home.”

And with that, he started to push his cock into you. Even though you were still slippery from your last orgasm, you couldn’t take more than an inch of him at a time. You both grunted as he pushed ever so slowly into you until he was finally fully sheathed within you.

“Stay still. Please. Just for a minute.” You muttered in a high pitched voice.

He felt so incredibly full inside of you that you felt goosebumps up and down your arms even though you were burning up in heat. With his body wrapped around you and your bodies connected fully, you had never felt so close to JB before. Your bodies had finally merged and became one, and as you rested your head back, you could feel his heartbeat syncing up to yours.

So this is what it’s like to feel whole.

“Babe, I have to move.”

And with that, he began to thrust long strokes into you. With every stroke, he winded you up tighter and tighter. Though his breathing fastened, his lips never left your ear or your neck, somehow planting the most tender and delicate kisses over your skin. Your bodies moved to the same rhythm. As he pushed into you, you pushed back so that you could feel him deeper, closer, and fuller. Sensing that you were inching towards the edge again, he moved one hand back on your clit and started attacking it at full force. At the same time, he buried his head in your neck and started pounding into you at a ferocious speed. You wanted to scream from the intensity and the pleasure, but you found yourself unable to get a single sound out of your throat. And it was in this silent cry you both found your climax and came with hands joined together and bodies melting into each other.

“I love you.”

Three little words again. But these three words startled you. If you weren’t tired to the bone, you’d turn around and pull his face up for close inspection. But as it were, all you could do was reach back for him with your arm.

That is, until all you could feel was the blanket where he laid just a moment ago.

Off at the end of your feet, the crackling fire all of a sudden seemed to burn ten times bigger and hotter. Before you could even react, a spark jumped out from the fire and landed at the edge of the blanket you were lying on. The flame flew towards you with full intent. You wanted to get up and run but found yourself completely immobile and anchored to the ground. In that moment, you did the only thing you could do.

You screamed.

Then you opened your eyes.

And it was Wednesday morning.

Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest and you were still out of breath.

You’d just had a wet dream about JB after seeing him for the first time in seven years.

Fuck.

And it was only just Wednesday.

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