From the moment you stepped into Father Thomas' confessional booth for the first time he's been quietly obsessed.
All of your worries were so... Tame.
Things like lying, or having one heavy night of drinking every so often- It wasn't anything he struggled to help you with; It wasn't anything he hasn't treated himself for.
So when you enter his booth crying one day of course he is alarmed, Thomas sits up straight and adopts a softer drawl instead of his usual flat tone "Dearest... What's bothering you?"
Your little sniffles make his chest hurt and Thomas focuses on the rosary in his hands as he listens.
"Father I've been getting these awful dreams... I-I can't sleep anymore– It feels like someone has been watching me!"
Oops... His bad. He didn't think you were that observant.
Thomas clears his throat and rubs his thumb over the crucifix between his fingers without looking at the divider between you both "Remember our last discussion?"
"I don't think prayer is helping... I'm at my wits end here..."
Thomas sets his hand on the divider and smiles coyly "...One more try? I have faith it will work this time."
Your mouth opens to protest but the Father offers his rosary through the divider for you to hang onto; hesitantly you take it and study the dark green beads that are worn from frequent prayer. "....Ok" you mumble in agreement.
His fingers intentionally graze yours before he pulls his hand back to fold them in prayer "Heavenly Father, we ask that you watch over this troubled soul, to guide their mind out of the storm into calmer waters... Amen."
"Amen" you parrot it back with uncertainty and look down at the beads in your hand before meeting his lensed gaze from behind the lattice "...No penance?"
"No penance. You did nothing wrong, my child."
For once it's the Father who exits the booth first, when you follow soon after he seems... Embarrassed? Why?
It doesn't matter. Seeing his arms open up to offer a very rare hug is all it takes for you to forget; He pulls you in and subtly takes in the scent of your hair
The height difference leaves no room for modesty, your face fits right against his chest like it belongs there.
Reluctantly, he lets go of you and folds his hands in front of him with a sincere smile "You can keep that rosary. I've got plenty of them."
You nod and give it one last look before tucking it into your pocket and wiping the last of the wetness from your eyes.
You sleep well that night... Even if nothing has really changed.
Because Father Thomas still creeps by your home in his best dark clothing... with his best polaroid camera.
Click! Flash. Wobble.
He shakes out his newest picture with a sickening grin under his ballistic mask.
Summary: Aerion empties your thoughts until only he remains.
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“Up.”
Aerion’s tongue scrapes his cheek, carving hunger into his smirk. Your entrance throbs, slick and vacant where it ground you open. Heat surges, drawing you closer like prey to fangs.
It slithers behind flushed lips. You freeze, gaze dripping down bare torso curtained by red velvet. The cloth barely drapes his rigid cock. One tug—one slip—and he’s exposed.
He jerks his chin. You jolt, scrambling past him and bending until your nose squishes fabric. Anticipation creeps into your bones, icy emptiness coiled against your bare ass.
Where will the touch land?
Hand or cock? Soft or hard? Pain or pleasure?
His thick length wedges between your cheeks—a dark vow. You melt into the mattress.
Fingers yank your scalp, arching you into him. Warm wetness drags from back to jaw. His breath ghosts over the trail, igniting chills that clash with your heated blood.
Insistent fingers dimple your cheeks.
“Open.”
His spit strikes your tongue. You swirl it. Swallow. No reminders needed.
“Suck.”
His tongue—stiff, glistening—hovers.
A moment’s stillness.
Wildfire streaks through your nipple.
“Properly. Like my cock.”
You obey, tasting your musk and tart wine. Short, slick strokes.
His cock nudges into your channel, barely breaching. Held open—not filled. His rhythm mirrors yours.
Two inches in.
Two inches out.
Slow. Unyielding.
Tongue gone.
Thumb replaces it.
Two inches in.
Two inches out.
Both ends.
Synced.
Over.
And over.
No deviation.
Resolute.
Insides clenched. Winding tighter. Not enough to snap—
TW: Slightest of spoilers for the Hades 1 game by SuperGiants. Talks of death, minor blood, and maybe one scene of violence
A/N: This is a sort of "snippet" if you will. A dabble if you will into what story idea I thought up from this post I made. A teaser for a story I may make if anyone seems interested in reading it. Let me know what you think and if I should make this into an actual story.
The Underworld felt colder than the world above.
Not in the way that the first frost of winter would take over.
Not in the way of blistering, winter's wind could pierce cracks in your skin.
It was cold in the sense of a forbore untold. A chill that went through your bones and into your very soul. Although you stood in the very halls alone, no one in sight, you knew you weren't alone. Not truly. Not fully. Not with how vaguely you could hear almost the whispers of screams further down. Not loud enough to make you hear for sure what was being said, but the prominent consistency of it was enough to leave a chill. Yet, knowing all of that made you feel all the more isolated. You knew that people were there—souls, tormenters, gods—but did they know you were there? Trespassing on grounds that you had no real connection to.
You shivered. Not because you were cold, oh no—you could handle the cold just fine—but because you knew. You could feel it in the way your heart pounded against your chest, in the way you could feel your blood in your veins. How your soul knew. How your entire being was a contradiction to the very halls of this place.
Although you weren't afraid of stepping inside before, but now that you were here you couldn't ignore the way that the fear clutched at your throat. Threatening to spill out at a moment's notice. But, you reminded yourself why you were here. Why you dared to step onto the cold cobble stone beneath your feet, and dared to trekk on through.
Your dear Lady. Your Mistress you serve.
Lady Persephone.
You reminded yourself that you were doing this all for her. Those lonely nights, where you could hear the soft sobbings from her cabin. The way she quietly mourned as she tended to her garden. How she always looked at you in that radiant, warm smile, telling you she was fine. You knew it within your heart. Within your very being. She was not fine. She was hurting. She was in pain.
Although she never says it, and she never tells you fully as to why, you knew. Something had happened to her long ago in the Underworld. Something that she barely speaks about. That only on nights where she is tired, and exhausted, and maybe had a sip or two of wine with her warm dinner, does she let something slip.
Whispers of a life she once had. Shadows of pains she has yet to ever speak of. An ache in her very being in the way that she tended to her gardens and little hut, never stopping to rest until she either hurt herself, or pushed her limits.
You, her little dryad, watched her for years.
Grew under her care. Helping her tend to that little garden of hers. Your tree—your pomegranate tree—was one of the trees that your Mistress Persephone used for one of her protection wards. And you've taken pride in it. In the fact that the goddess herself choose you and your tree to be her very ward. That you were to be her protector where she resides.
So, why is a nymph of the woods daring to break into the Underworld, you may ask?
Well, it is simple.
You wish to speak to the Lord of it. Lord Hades. And ask him why he has isolated his queen. Why he dares to give her such grief. To make him tell you what had happened that your Mistress Persephone weeps into her pillow at nights, whispering sobs of "my baby" leaving her lips.
Had he casted her out when she provided a child? Had he abused your Mistress? Or, had he done much, much worse to her that she dares not tell you?
You, her pomegrante dryad, who's very wood protects her house.
Although you are scared, your very being screams at you to run and never return to here, you force yourself to step forwards. You remind yourself, that tree roots naturally break through the ground. How vast their expanding branches and roots may be. How their roots could take place through the tiniest of stones, and even break them.
You will force your way through, you've decided. Like the roots of your trees. You will expand your reach. You will break whatever stone that gets in your way. You will slither through whatever cracks you may cross. All to get deeper. All to go farther.
All for your Mistress.
All for your Lady Persephone.
You can not fail here.
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"I will not ask again," he commanded. "How did you get down here?"
You flinched in the way he spoke to you.
You found it hard to respond, your voice struggling to break through. You couldn't even stop the shiver that racked through your body. The way his cold hand clutched your arm, tightly, restrictive, not willing to let you escape. Your heart was pounding so loudly in your chest you wondered if he could hear it.
After all, he was Death itself.
God of Death, Thanatos.
You felt like your soul could slip out of your body with the way he held your arm. Like he could reach in and just pull your very soul out of you. The thought scared you. You still had much to do. You're not even close to where your goal resides. And yet you've been found, stuck in the hands of the God of Death himself.
You reminded yourself why you were here. Of your Mistress Persephone. Of her warm smiles, of her loud laughter, of her callosed but gentle hands. A goddess who was never afraid to get into the dirt and stick her hands right in. A woman who never seemed afraid of work. A protective rage began to be lit in your chest. Remembering her weeping nights. Of your attempts of comfort. Of all the times you've witness her fall into herself, not knowing you were peeking around the corner, never letting you fully comfort her.
You reminded yourself that nature was a cruel, yet challenging force. You dared to look into the face of the God of Death, and you forced yourself not to waver. As a dryad you've always knew. You knew how easily Death could come and take you. How fragile your lives could be. Yet you forced yourself to look at him with a fiery gaze. Willing your rage to show in the single look.
For even Death, in all his cold, yet handsome glory, seemed almost taken aback by you. Although he could feel the tremble in your arm that he held. How he had seen that look of fear in your face that all living beings had whenever they saw him. You dared to look him in the eyes. A thing that not many did.
You dared to look at him in his shining, golden, unyielding eyes. How they glowed against his grey skin. His skin reminding you of dark earthen clay, and not greying corpses. How his hair, pale and white, had strands that hung in front of his face. Like silken white curtain snow. His dark hood darkened his features, made it almost hard to really see his entire face, but there was no misplacing the way his eyes glowed in that godly sense of power. Black robes, and blacken hood, with armor and gauntlets in the color of an almost faded gold.
You dared to look at him, in his cold, yet handsome glory. Almost losing yourself in the way he looked, you pressed through, forcing your will to let you speak. You dared take a step towards him, eyes unwavering from his own, challenging him and his space. You caught the way his head slightly pulled away, clearly surprised by a dryad daring to press themselves further into Death himself. It only fueled you in your actions.
"I've come to speak to your Lord," You stated, voice almost trembling as you spoke, but you willed yourself to speak. "I've come to speak to Lord Hades himself. Do not think me an ordinary nymph I am sure you've come across. I come seeking answers—answers that I will not stop until I have them!"
The god Thanatos regards you for a moment. His golden eyes taking notice of your face, then traveling down to your clothes, your body, and back up to you. You tried not to shiver under the gaze. In how he evaluated you. In that cold, calculating look. His features did not give hint to what he was thinking of. Of what he thought as he gazed upon you. But you kept your hands clutched into fists, your body still tense in his hold, as your mind was already trying to think of ways to break free and make a run for it.
But, he then did something unexpected that even made you falter.
He let out a single breathy chuckle, almost huffing, as his mouth quirked into a smirk.
"My, what a daring little wood nymph," he spoke at last. Sounding humored by you. "You are a long way from your tree, little dryad. What is it that you wish from Lord Hades?"
You hesitated. Should you really trust him, you wondered? To tell him why you dare venture so far down? A part of you screamed to tell him nothing. To not give him a single ounce of your time. But, then the other part said tell. Tell him maybe a thing or two. The God of Death was clutching at your very arm and you would dare be cross with him? You had to play this right. You had to play this carefully.
If you didn't, he could take your soul right where you stood.
"I come in the name of my Mistress," You spoke barely above a whisper, afraid of others hearing what you have to say, only loud enough for him to hear. "I come seeking to speak with Lord Hades about my Mistress, Lady Persephone."
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"Hey, just what are you? I've never seen a person like you before."
You clicked your tongue, wringing out your bottom robe of the water that soaked them. As you twist with your hands you barely gaze up from the person who had knocked you down. Granted, he did save your life, but he didn't have to get you all wet whilst doing it.
"Rather rude to ask a person what they are, don't you think?" You scoffed, more focused on drying your clothes than to look at him.
"Sorry, I had meant no offense, truly." The man said as he stepped closer towards you, now being in the corner of your sight. "Let's try this again, yeah? My name is Zagreus. What's yours?"
A soft sigh escaped your mouth as you dropped your clothes, getting out as much water as you could. For someone who annoyed you, at least he was quick to apologize. As you lifted your head to gaze up at him, seeing how he was holding his hand out to you, your jaw slightly slacked at the sight of him.
You certainly didn't think that going into the Underworld would have you meeting all these gorgeous people.
He reminded you of a god, the way his facial features seemed chistled. The way he seemed so similarly mortal. But the greyness of his skin and the flickering flames at his feet told you differently. At first you thought, maybe he was a kind of Underworldly being. Like Furies, or daemons, maybe. But, you've noticed that Gods tend to have the ability of being almost "larger than life," and the man before you seemed fitting of the phrase.
But when you caught sight of his eyes, by the gods themselves, was he handsome. One eye glowing red, seeped into a darkness and shadow that almost seems to naturally try to encase it. But then his other eye, green as fresh grass, stared down at your form in curiosity. It almost took your breath away by the sight.
Then, something began to itch in the back of your mind as you continued to stare. The way his hair as black as ash was swept to the side in a spiky mess. The green eye that peered down at you. It was strange to you, looking at him. As if you had seen him before, but not quite. You caught sight of the flaming laurals upon his head and knew that, yes indeed, he was a god. God of what you were unsure, as you knew if he was the one you were after, he probably would not be this kind towards you, and introducing himself in a name you've never heard before.
You knew of enough of the gods. Lady Persephone would sometimes ramble, usually mad or frustrated, about the Gods of Olympus. Even without her aid, you've learned about them through the gossips of plants and nymphs. However, you never heard of a Zagreus before. Was he perhaps a chthonic god, you wondered? Like Thanatos, the God of Death.
You watched as he falted, his eyes gazing away from you as his lips pressed together in an awkward line. His hand fell away from you, and you realized to your horror that you hadn't answered him. Instead you stared like a bafoon and probably insulted him.
"I-I'm sorry–" You quickly tried to correct yourself and gave him your name, not thinking twice on the importance of that fact, and quickly offered your hand out to him. "–I was just… Lost in thought, I suppose. I did not mean to offend you, I apologize."
Zagreus gave you a small smile, one that somehow took your breath away, and took your hand. There was a chill in his finger tips, one that made you shiver, like all the other Underworldly beings seemed to have. But the palm of his hand contradicted his fingers, being warm, and calloused. You didn't expect them to be big enough to enveloped yours, but he had, as he gently shook your hand.
"None taken," Zagreus said as you noticed the way his eyes flickered to gaze upon you. Did all gods like to do that to you? "I've never heard of a name like yours. Nor have I really seen you before. Have you always been here, in Elysium?"
Oh, thickets, of course he realized. A guess a part of you shouldn't be surprised. You didn't exactly blend in well with the spirits and tormented souls all around you. Yes, this place was Elysium, where heroes and gentle souls go, but you were still a sore thumb through it all. You gently pulled your hand away, realizing he was still holding it, and allowed it to rest upon your arm. Hugging yourself. A barrier added between you and him. You hadn't noticed his reluctence on letting go of your hand, or the way it hovered in the air once you let go.
"I… Guess you could say it's a first, for me," You murmured as you were afraid of saying too much. "If you are unsure of what I am, I am known as a Dryad. Or, tree Nymph. Which ever works for you, I suppose…"
"A dryad? Fascinating," Zagreus said as he looked you up and down again. "I haven't met many of those before. You said this was your first time here? Freshly dead, are you?"
A part of you couldn't help but blink at him. Did he… truly believe you to be dead? You felt your heart leap in your chest at the notion. Perhaps he wasn't as sharp as the others you had encountered on your way here. Maybe that'd a little rude to say. He seemed almost… naive to you. Like he hadn't heard much about the being that you are. Maybe you shouldn't blame him. After all, with so many dead spirits floating around, even you have a hard time telling who is mortal and who was other.
"…You could say that," You said. Not wanting to lie to him, feeling almost guilty for it. He has been kind to you so far. A thing you haven't experienced much in this place. It felt almost foreign to you even now.
"I should… probably thank you from before." You formally faced him and gave him a slight bow, a hand gently on your chest, and the other grabbing your robe to lightly hold it out. "Thank you for saving me. I appreciate it very much."
"No problem, and uh, you don't need to bow," Zagreus said as he gently reached out to you and lifted you lightly by your shoulders. You couldn't help but take notice in the way he was holding your shoulders now. "But, I do have to say…" Zagreus spoke as he raised a brow to you. "For someone who's dead, I can't normally feel them in this way."
Oh, thistle…! Guess you should have thought it more through…!
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Oh, how your muscles burned.
You panted lightly as you glared lightly at your opponent across from you.
A whiched grin was carved onto her brightly painted lips. Clearly huffing herself. You've made it this far, keeping up with the whiched Fury who practically towered over you. Her single wing large enough to probably envelope you whole. You could see the cuts on her arms that you gave her. More like nicks, than anything substanial. But a wound was a wound, and she was panting just as much as you were.
That had to mean something.
"My, who would've thought a little plant such as yourself could be so clever?" The Fury chuckled, using a knuckle to wipe away a spot of grime that got onto her cheek.
It made you shiver, the way she laughed. How almost sultry she spoke, how her voice unnaturally echoed within itself. Gods, was everyone down here so pretty? You had no idea that a famed tormentor of the Underwold could be so damned attractive. But as pretty as she may seemed, you had a job to do. A mission that she was in the way of. You couldn't afford the distraction now. You had to keep pressing onwards. And you knew, deep within your very being, that if you stopped now, you were never going to make it back to this point.
You couldn't afford to lose.
"That's the thing with you powerful beings," You responded and squared your shoulders higher. Trying to keep your pride. Trying to not show the way your arms trembled before her. "All you ever see is our pretty faces, and believe us to be just that. Pretty. But I am far more than that…"
You held your hands out in front of you, fingers hooked in claws as they wiggled methodically in the air. The Fury's smirk faded as she felt a rumble beneath the ground. She gazed down, perturbed, only to be shocked as roots rapidly emerged from the ground where she stood. She tried to jump back but you were far quicker. The roots wrapped around her, keeping her held down, her one wing flapping as she struggled against the strong spell you've cast.
You've begun to move your hands now, moving them in circles in front of you, as if stirring a pot, encouraging your roots to grow. They tightened around her, thickening. Pulling her to the ground. The Fury gazed up at you, challenge in her eyes, as she just scoffed in your direction.
"What, you think this'll keep me down?" The Fury known as Megaera said as she almost seemed amused by your attempts. "I can break out of this with ease. Is that all a weak little plant like you has to offer?"
"My goal wasn't to keep you restrained," You spoke as you eyed her coldly. "I am not as merciful as your prince appears to be. Do you know what kind of tree I am?"
You didn't let her respond. As you felt the roots were enough, watching the way they crawled up her arms, legs, and even to her neck, you felt like it was the perfect time. With one quick motion you threw your arms up, hands opening up and fingers spread wide.
Thick, large, jagged thorns produced from the vines. You heard the way the Fury grunted, teeth gritting, as rapidly thorns began piercing her body. You tried not to flinch at the sounds made, tried not to flinch at the sight of her blood you spilled. The Fury had no time to react as the thorns shot out like daggers, piercing her all over her body. By the time they got to her neck she was throwing her head back, yelling into the air, feeling the pain take her.
You willed yourself to be strong. To not waver from the sight. You were so close. You've made it so far. You could not back down from this fight, even if you had only ever wanted to avoid it. It was she who demanded blood. But it will not be yours that gets spilled today.
"…I am a pomegranate dryad," You spoke allas, as you could feel the strain from it all beginning to take toll on you. "I may bare fruit and pretty flowers, but I also bare thorns and tough skin. Good luck trying to pierce mine. I am not as dainty as you may think."
Megaera rasped a breath, seeming to struggle to breathe with thorns in and against her throat. But what you hadn't expected was a laugh. It came out soft, almost strained and raspy, then it grew. She threw her head back laughing, her voice echoing even within the chamber. A noise that made a shiver go down your spine like fingers had traced your back. It made your confidence waver.
Why was she laughing?
The Fury then gazed upon you, a grin baring as she laid her eyes on you. It made you let out a soft gasp, seeing the reinvigorated Fury behind those golden eyes. Although she wasn't as terrifying to look at like the others, there was a something off in that smile. A crazed look in her eyes. Hungry, you thought. Predatory. Like a beast that has smelled blood and knows it must feast.
And you? Although it was you who had attacked, you felt like a deer who has been caught in eyesight.
"Alright, fine. Let's play it your way," Megaera said with a wicked grin. One pulled so far it was now that you noticed the sharp canines in what appeared to almost be normal teeth.
It happened so fast.
She shot up in the air, your roots and vines breaking, her completely being free from your grasp. You couldn't help but shield your face from the wind she created, your eyes struggling to remain open as she flew. By the time the wind eased you lowered your arms in time to see Megaera landing, whip in hand, as she brought herself to stand to her towering height. You tried not to let yourself shudder, tightening your stance as you realize that she wasn't as easy as Zagreus always made it seem to be.
"What're you waiting for, petals?" Megera smirked at you, brandishing her whip with a quick crack. "I'm going to enjoy marking your skin…"
Your stomach twisted at the words, a quick flush in your body, but you brace yourself nonetheless. You reminded yourself that this could mean your life on the line. You hadn't challenged her for giggles or anything like that. In order to meet the Lord of the Underworld, you are going to have to get past her.
Oh, Lady Persephone, forgive me.
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"Run! Go!"
Your breath quickened as you turned and ran.
You could hear the sounds of barking behind you.
Your heartrate quickened as you focused on running, too afraid to look back. Your feet pounded against the ground, echoing in the rooms as you ran. You were unaware of the shades that watched you, intrigued, or the way that there was shouting for the doors to shut. You could see them. The doors closing.
"Cerberus, heel! Down boy!" Zagreus's yells could be heard.
But even you were sure that no matter how much he yelled, the monsterous dog wouldn't listen.
You heartbeat quickened, the pulse quickening in your ears, as your blood felt almost cold. Every bark that boomed, every snap of jagged jaws, brought terror into your soul. You had made it so far! You had been so close! And although you didn't want to leave, you had no choice, otherwise that three headed monster would kill you.
You could feel the ground reverberate with each stomp of his paws. Hear the way his claws clicked and dug into the ground. How each bark made you flinch and want to cover your ears as they boomed in your ear canals.
Once again you felt like the deer.
Pure fear striking you, your eyes set on the closing doors as you felt your hopes diminishing. As you got closer to the doors, seeing the gap closing more and more, your heart pounding as you felt panic taking over, you realized finally.
After all this time.
After all this fighting.
You were going to die.
And your mistress, your precious Lady Persephone, would be none the wiser into how you disappear. At the very least, you thought, that she would still have your tree to be her ward. But she will not have you. Her protector. Her Dryad. Her "little sprout."
Lady Persephone will no longer have her pomegranate dryad.
The thought in itself brought a cry through you lips as you could sense the snapping jaws behind your back. You will never see your Lady smile again. Feel the sun rays upon your skin. Help tend to her garden with her, and talk for hours and hours about whatever comes to your mind. You won't ever feel her warm hands, or feel her warm comforting embrace.
Oh, what a fool you were.
You had gotten so far.
It was unfair!
Yet, that was life.
Unfair. Harsh and brutal. Like the cold weather that frosted the lands for months on end. That even on calm days you had to fight just to live. That living was an unless struggle. A cycle. One that a nature spirit such as yourself understood well. You live, you thrive, you produce fruits and flowers, and something will cause you to wither and die. You decay, and life will eat upon your corpse, so that they may live and thrive, and continue it's never ending cycle.
You felt as though you were used to the idea of death.
That you would die, ride upon the ferryman's boat, and face judgement.
But now here you are, running from the embodiment of death behind you, feeling it's unnaturally hot breath and feeling it's jaws snapping at you, afraid to die.
Afraid to die by his maws.
Afraid to be pierces by his claws.
You could see it now, him chomping down on you, snapping you in two.
You'd wither up into bark, your life ending, as food for the dog of the Underworld.
Perhaps he will use you like a stick toy, playing with your corpse, until he grew bored of you. Maybe it was the only way.
The only way to see Lord Hades himself.
It occured to you, through all the panic in your mind, your heart leaping in fear, and your legs burning in strain as you urged them to move faster. That maybe, just maybe, the only way to see the Lord of the Underworld himself, was to die.
A/N : Rambling warning! An amazing reader recently asked if I could write a series with Steven and Jake, but I declined due to lack of skill for writing plots. “Squishy” will be an experimental, practice miniseries in which Logan is the (implied plus-sized) reader’s father figure, and care giver for when they regress. I SWEAR I will eventually write some Logan stuff that isn’t fatherly/platonic!
You wake up and are still in a pretty stressed state. Last night you argued with your best friend, and they ended up blocking you. It wasn’t like them to do that. All that time the two of you spent together, every deep conversation, every moment of vulnerability soured just because of a disagreement. You never would’ve expected it, but here you were, sulking as your mind was screaming at you.
It was hard to think. It was hard to do anything. It was just hard.
Thank god for Logan Howlett, though. He came into your room with cautious steps and a worried look. “Hey, kid. I noticed you didn’t come down for breakfast,” he said with a soft voice. His gaze lingered on the outline of you under your blanket while patiently awaiting a response. “Just let me know if you end up getting hungry. I’ll make you something, okay? In the meantime I’ll be in my room,” he told you with a tone that pleaded for a response. After standing in the awkward silence of your room, he slowly walked out.
You weren’t really hungry. You’d lost your appetite. You didn’t want to do anything. But Logan’s tone tugged at your heart and flipped a switch in your brain after you sat there for a while and processed his words. You felt your stomach get fluttery and your bottom lip pushed out in a bit of a pout. You needed to get to him as soon as possible.
As much as your body didn’t want to, your mind convinced it to drag itself out of bed and go down the hall to Logan’s room. You knocked while holding your favorite stuffed animal against your chest. You felt a bit nervous seeking out his affection and care after you completely ignored him. Realistically, you’d probably end up crying if you didn’t get what your heart ached for.
Your slightly trembling hand reached to knock on his door. “Papa? Can I come in, please? I want cuddles,” you called to him. Logan smiled to himself softly. Mostly because you finally came to talk to him, but also because he loved caring for you when you regressed. “Yeah! You can open the door, babydoll. I ain’t doing anything,” he said with an optimistic tone. You giggled softly, your hand gripping your stuffed animal a little tighter out of excitement.
You peeked into his room before fully stepping in. Logan was lying on his bed, one leg on top of the other, cigar in hand, and wearing his usual attire. His hand scratched at his fluffy jaw while leaning his head against his forearm. He smiled when you made your way into his room. “Come on, kid. I might bite, but I won’t bite you,” he joked. He put out his cigar while exhaling deeply, the smoke curling up against his face.
His old bedframe squeaked as you climbed onto his mattress. “There you go, little one,” he cooed softly. He wrapped one arm around your side while the other rested on his stomach. A soft hum came from his throat as he carefully grabbed your stomach rolls. “My squishy little doll,” he whispered to you.
He loved feeling all the soft bits of your flesh. Anytime the two of you cuddled or had “sleepovers” in the living room, he’d grab a chunk of whatever he could. Your thighs, your stomach, your waist. Anything he could.
You curled up into his side, sandwiching your stuffed animal between you and Logan. “You brought a little friend with you. They’re so cute, aren’t they,” he asks sweetly. You smile and nod against his chest.
He reaches the hand that’s on his stomach to your thigh and moves it to rest on his hips. He pats the skin softly before he gives your thigh a good squeeze like he did to your stomach. “You are just so soft and amazing, kid. You know that,” he asks before kissing your forehead. You nod in agreement once more while letting out a soft squeak from all the affection. “Squishy, squishy, squishy,” he hums softly to you.
Logan nuzzles his face against the top of your head, his beard brushing your forehead gently. He keeps his hands where they are as they still slightly grasp your body. The two of you stay lying there for a moment. You can hear his heart beating steadily accompanied by his deep breathing. Wind whistles against the glass of Logan’s window. The sheets rustle every so often when he repositions his hand or kisses your forehead again. This whole moment almost lulls you back to sleep.
Until Logan gives you a little tickle. “Papa! That’s mean,” you pout softly. He chuckles at your disruption to the silence. “I’m sorry, doll! I couldn’t resist. You expect me to not do that when I’ve got my hand right here on your stomach,” he asks playfully while getting a tighter grasp on the flesh. You squeal at the feeling, unaware that he didn’t even mean to tickle you that time. Nonetheless, he keeps a playful grin on his face. He pats your side and sighs deeply. “How about some breakfast, kid?”
[A/N] So like i saw Kevin's Dream Job and I am absolutely foaming at tHE MOUTH FHGRAAAHHH‼️‼️
SOO I'm gonna write about the reader comforting him after his nightmare
ALSO DOUBLE POST TODAY LETS GO POOKS 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Take this Lil mini fic while you wait for my other requests ✨️
Now onto the thingy
# 7:00 A.M.
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(💀🎃💏❤️🩹) - spooky month comfort
(reader type) - androgynous / gender neutral
(‼️warnings) - mentions of death
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You woke up. Why are you awake?
It was 6:51 A.M., about 9 minutes before Kevin's alarm usually went off. You didn't normally wake up before it went off; in fact, he was usually the one to wake up first, so this was an abnormal start to the morning.
You sat up, stretched in bed, and looked to your lover beside you. He seemed to be sleeping soundly. You smiled warmly and rubbed his shoulder before pulling the covers over him to insulate him better.
You lay back down and grab your phone off your side table. You took it off the charger and turned it on, checking your notifications and just scrolling through social media. The room was completely quiet beside the sound of funny videos from your phone and your quiet giggles.
That is, until Kevin's alarm went off.
He didn't wake up at first, so you just let him sleep a bit. He deserved it, anyway. But then he started to toss and turn. You sat up using your elbows and looked to him, then his alarm clock. 7:02 A.M. He.. should've woken up by now. The alarm wasn't particularly quiet.
You gently shook him and whispered his name. "Kevin... Kevin, baby, wake up." You looked at his face and realized he was sweating. Was he too hot? Maybe.
Just in case he was, you reached toward his chest and tried to pull the covers doW—
Kevin shot up from his spot in the bed and gasped for air. He was hyperventilating. His abrupt awakening startled you so bad you let out an audible swear. Quickly realizing he was in a panic, you gingerly placed your hands on his shoulders to attempt to calm him down. "Hey, hey, hey! Calm down, love! It's alright!" You whisper-shouted so you didn't worry him anymore.
Kevin's eyes met yours, and he tried to slow his breathing. "That's right, love," you reassured. "Deep breaths. I'm right here." Eventually, Kevin's irregular breathing stopped. He sighed and held his head in his hands. You reached behind him and shut off his alarm.
"Are you alright now?" You asked. You leaned forward so your head was at the same level as his. He looked to you, one eye still covered by his hands. "I just..." He tried to mumble, but he simply couldn't get the words out. You shook your head. "You don't have to speak right now, Kev. Just.. relax."
And that's what he did. He stayed tense in your arms for a solid 20 minutes. 20 minutes that were supposed to be spent getting ready for work. He sighed and closed his eyes.
"I thought I was dead."
You raised your eyebrows and looked down at him. Was that what his dream was about? You tightened your grip on him. "Do you wanna talk about it?" You asked, gently rubbing him once again. He looked toward the end of the bed.
"That job.. I don't know what it is." He started, letting his body relax. "Maybe it's those kids. I know that's exactly what they are, but.. they just bring me trouble whenever I'm around them. I've been held at gunpoint, stabbed, threatened by a cannibal. I've almost died, like, five times!"
You nodded, pursing your lips. You kissed the top of his head before you suddenly got up from bed and made for the doorway. "Tell your boss you're calling in sick for a couple days. You need a break. I'll make breakfast—your favorite."
Kevin looked up at you, surprised. It had been a while since he had a proper breakfast. It took him a moment to register, but when he did, he gave a tired smile. "Thanks, (N/N)." He whispered as he reached a hand out. You walked over and interlaced your fingers, pulling him in to kiss his forehead. You gave one last smile before turning to go make breakfast like you said.
Kevin lay back down and sighed. He grabbed his phone from the side table and texted his boss, saying he had caught a cold and wouldn't be able to come in for the next few days. He looked to his alarm clock. 7:27 A.M.
Our Home | Prologue - The New Assignment! | AssClass
Summary: After another dead end in their current assignment, three assassin siblings are given a new assignment. One more deadly and much more interesting than any mission they've experienced!
Warnings: Reader is referred to with genderfluid pronouns throughout this story, but for this chapter, they're mainly referenced/called using he/him pronouns. That said, any references towards their gender is left purposefully vague as for all to enjoy! Torture scene ahead so possible gore ahead! ( Reader uses their gun as a torture weapon and their captive is shot numerous times ). Codenames are thrown around a lot in this. ( None of the main characters shown this chapter go by their actual names ).
A/N: Hey ya'll! Sorry I went off the radar for a bit..I got sick, heh- 😅 I'm still recovering plus my Thanksgiving break is filled to the brim with me working so anything new after this probably won't come til closer to Thanksgiving Day ( if at all ). On a more positive note, me transferring this old, mainly abandoned fanfic has got me wanting to rewatch Assassination Classroom. Maybe if I get the motivation, I'll actually continue this, who knows..
Tagging: @nursedflowers ( Because I love their commentary ) + Anyone who wants to be tagged! <3
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Third Person Pov, on the 57th floor of Mirai Hotel
"Oh you're so funny, Mr. Kobayashi! Who knew you could be such a charmer?" A small giggle slips past the woman's cherry red lips as they gently curve upwards. The businessman who's arm she hangs on seemed completely enthralled as his eyes darted from her glossed lips to her chocolate brown hair that was pinned up by a jeweled hairpin.
"Please, call me Takashi." He says as he brings one of his hands to his hair. The callous skin of his fingers sliding through his sliver locks with ease. The woman nods her head, her smile widening only to drop at the sight of the man's sudden frown.
"What's wrong?" She asks, but he doesn't respond. She stares at him for a moment, waiting for his response but when he continues to remain silent, she follows his gaze and looks behind them to see her bodyguard dressed down in a black suit and matching sunglasses.
"Does he bother you?" She whispers, her cool voice sliding into his ear which manages to recapture his attention and makes him finally pull his eyes away from the boy to look at her.
"Huh?" He blurts out rather dumbfoundedly.
"Does my bodyguard's presence bother you?" She repeats, her eyes narrowing a bit as she keeps steady eye contact with him. Takashi stiffens. The woman notices and moves her hand to touch his tense shoulders where she gives him a gentle squeeze and a golden smile that deserves one hundred awards.
"Don't be so nervous. I was simply asking a question," She cooed. Her hands begin to trail upwards, her cold fingertips tickling the skin of his neck as they slide up until they reach his face where they cup the plump of his cheeks.
"How about we go somewhere? Although this hotel is nice, I'd much prefer to go somewhere more..romantic," She leans against him, her breast jiggling a little as they collide with his chest which doesn't go unnoticed by the older male, "Do you know of any place like that?"
He gulps, trying his best to smile off the butterflies in his stomach. Alas, all he managed to do was present her an awkward smile, "Oh, uh.. I- I know a few places.."
With a mental smirk forming in her head, the woman pulls away, her award-winning smile stretching in glee as she claps her hands, "Excellent! Then let's not waste any time," She moves to stand a little behind him, her smooth, soft hand touching his back and giving him a gentle push. He looks back at her, beginning to raise his eyebrow as she gives him another push.
"Go on ahead without me and I'll join you in a bit. I need to send him off," She gestures towards her bodyguard, "What I plan to do with you..heh, let's just say it's not something a kid like him should see."
At her comment the wealthy man's entire face flushes, his mind creating all types of scenarios as he nods dumbly and turns, walking away without any further compliants.
"Don't have too much fun without me!" As the man boards the elevator at the end of the hall, one of his last sights is her side profile. Her sparkling eye, a polished, perfectly stretched smile, a cherry blush painting her porcelain skin, and her hand waving goodbye to him. It's a shame the doors closed before he could wave back..
As soon as those steel doors closed and that waste of space was out of her sights, the woman saw no reason in keeping up her act. As quick as a snap of a finger, her apple colored lips twist into a rotten frown and her smooth skin is wrinkled by her eyebrows as they scrunch to form a deep v. It was like watching a beautiful butterfly transform into an ugly slug.
..But in her bodyguard's eyes, she seemed pretty much the same.
"Alright, listen up brat. You needa' scram," She snapped, her voice once soft and tender now grating like a knife scratching against a chalkboard, "I originally hired ya' ass because I thought you were decent enough to do ya' job and stay in the background but I seemed to be wrong."
"Now, if I see you hangin' around me anymore, I'll make sure yer never able to find a job in this country again."
And with that final warning leaving her lips, she resets. Her pretty mask returns and she smiles at the boy. Although to him, her smile seemed rather oily, "Now, a very wealthy man..whatever his name was..is waiting for me right now so I musn't waste anymore time on you," And without so much as a goodbye, she turns on her heel and walks off in the direction of the elevator, completely unaware of her now fired bodyguard's earpiece buzzing to life.
"Shifting to plan b, you must secure the target's location before pursing any further actions. She's is approximately five meters away and is increasing the distance between you two every fifteen hundred milliseconds."
"I will disable the elevator shortly after she boards it. Based on my calculations, she will end up on the seventeenth floor in roughly five minutes and fifteen seconds and counting. I trust that you'll be able to descend forty floors in that time."
Oh they'll manage. As he was continuously being fed information, the bodyguard decided that the obvious way down was to take the stairs. Running the opposite way the woman went and taking a sharp left, he wasted no time in grabbing the knob, twisting it, and opening the sliver door that led to the winding staircase. And without so much as a second thought, they jump over the railing and begin their freefall down.
..What? Surprised? Running down all those steps would take too much time and energy. Plus, as long as he doesn't die, this way down should be fine.
Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven.. Second by second he passes by floors until he finally catches a glimpse at the steel plating that reads '20'. He waits for another second to pass before he decides to act, reaching his arms out and grabbing onto the railing.
After let himself dangle for a moment, the bodyguard tightens their grip on the railing, they swing forward then back then forward again, steadily building up momentum until his body eventually swings back enough to flip completely and he's able to swing over the railing, landing silently in front of the door that reads the number '17'. Perfect.
"As expected, you arrived early. The target will be arriving on the floor in another three minutes and thirty-nine seconds and counting. All the necessary cameras have been disabled and I've already gained access to all of the vacant deluxe rooms on this floor. When the target steps on the floor, the closest room will be '128' however, rooms '131', '133', and '134' can also be used if the situation calls for it."
Opening the door and walking down the hall, the bodyguard leans against a dim corner that gives him the perfect view of the elevator. He then leans back, crosses his arms, and waits.
About two minutes pass and the dinging of the elevator signals to the entire floor that a new visitor has arrived. One that seemed rather confused by her destination.
"What the hell," She mumbles under her breath, her hand coming up to click the floor button that reads '1', mumbling a slew of curses under her breath when nothing happens.
"Damnit.. Whatever. I'll just take the stairs," Stepping off the elevator, the woman walks right past her now fired bodyguard as if she never noticed him standing in the corner at all. She walks without a care in the world, her hips swishing left then right then left in a rhythm as she passes each room, completely unaware of the eyes that watch her.
When he's gained a comfortable distance away, the bodyguard straightens his posture and follows after her. His steps slow. Left foot then right foot, then left again, making sure to walk just behind her. His hips begin to sway left then right then left in a rhythm and just like that he's made her presence his own, going completely under her radar with ease.
And just as his unsuspecting prey passes the room with the golden plating that read '134', he strikes. Like a hungry viper ready to feast, he quickens his pace in an instant and closes the distance. Arms snake around her neck and right under chest where they latch on with a tight grip. Her eyes widen but that's the only thing she can manage to do before her body gives in and falls limp. She can't panic, move, or speak. It's like some imaginary poison has entered her system and has managed to immobilize her entire being. What's more is that it spreads to her consciousness, wrapping it's toxin around in a suffocating embrace and causing her to finally slip into complete unconsciousness..
Softness floods the senses, wrapping around the body and threatening to swallow it whole in it's comforting embrace. At the same time, discomfort cages the body, suspending it and robbing it of that comfort. As eyelids twitch and flutter open, dark brown eyes are immediately met with a blurred sight due to it's tears acting as a semi-transparent wall that impairs their view. As the senses flood in slowly, there's a quick realization that the softness felt was beneath in the form of silk sheets. Furthermore, as the body stirs, a stinging pain quickly takes over, rooting from the arms and legs.
..Wait, are these..ropes?
"Are you awake, Ms. Aiko?" A voice calls. One that tingles the senses from the familiarity of it and in a way, helps finally ground the woman. Fluttering her eyelids and blinking away the teary wall that blurs her vision, she cranes her head slowly to the side and the sight she's met with sends a chill down her spine.
Sitting in front of the large windows that align the walls and provide the only source of light through a crack in the black curtains sits a shadowed figure who's eyes gleam in the moonlight and stare down her tied up figure with eyes of a hungry predator that's ready to consume it's meal at any given moment.
"Wh.. Who are you?" She squeaks out, voice shakier than an unstable bridge ready to give out which she takes note of and in turn, bites her lip in an attempt to calm her nerves.
"Shouldn't you be worried about other, more important things, miss?" The figure asks cooly as they cross their legs over the other and clasps their hands together, "I have some questions for you. Answer them honestly and—"
"I don't care—!" With a squeeze of a finger her words die in her throat as a gun briefly shatters the silence of the room. On instinct, the woman's eyes slam shut and her mind shoots to the worst case scenario. However as the silence returns and nothing seems to happen, her eyes crack open and she looks up, her heart skipping a beat when she does. A bullet had slammed into the delicate woodwork of the headboard just inches above her head, cracking it's beautiful form and making her heart drop.
"You shouldn't interrupt others. It's rude," The figure scolds, but their words fall upon deaf ears. The woman seemed more interested in the fact that she was almost shot in the head rather than the person who almost shot her in the head, if her refusing to look away from the hole in the headboard was any indicator of that.
"As I was saying, I have a few questions for you. Answer them honestly and you won't have much to worry about," The figure holds up two fingers, their other hand continuing to keep their gun pointed at her and their finger on the trigger, ready to shoot at any given moment.
"I'm only giving you two more chances. Interrupt me again or refuse to answer and..well you understand, right? Nod your head if yes," Finally, the woman forces her eyes away from the bullet-pierced bedpost. She looks over, ignoring the clammy feeling she gets when she locks eyes with the figure, and nods her head.
"Good.. For the past month, you've been kidnapping children and selling them off to someone. I need you to tell me who that is."
"Huh?" The noise the woman lets out is rather exasperated but she quickly closes her mouth when the figure's eyes narrow. There's her opportunity, she thinks. Although risky, a small chance to get out of this situation is better than having none.
"I don't know what you're talking about," She begins, her voice softening as her lips begin to stretch into a sheepish smile in the darkness, "I feel a tad bit insulted that you would assume I would do something so degrading--"
"I have photo evidence that says otherwise," And just like that, the thread of opportunity snaps, "Embezzlement, first degree murder, aggravated assualt, extortion, the list goes on.." With each crime that leaves their lips, the woman's smile gets smaller and smaller until it was nowhere to be found, "I have enough evidence of your crimes to get you life in prison. However, if you comply and answer my questions honestly, I'll convince the police to reduce your sentence to.." A pause, "..Half that long."
"Are you..threatening me?" As the words leave her lips, her teeth clench and grind, "Are yer' seriously threatenin' me? Do you have any idea who I am? With one phone call I could ruin yer' entire life! I--!"
"If you don't have a name, it would help to describe their attributes, mannerisms, and or any ticks they may have. If you can't give me that, describe their voice and dialects--"
"I'm not givin' you shit!" The woman shouts, "'Little brat thinks they can command me? Do you know what I'm capable of, I can—" With another squeeze of a finger, white hot flashes obscure her vision and a sharp, blood-curlding scream forces it's way out of her throat. Crimson drips from her shattered kneecap, the red liquid pooling out and staining the expensive bedding below.
Good thing these walls are soundproof.
Amidst her shrieks of pain, the figure seems completely unfazed. As if having done this countless times and as if her screams were some sort of familiar tune, they don't jump or tense up. They simply sit there and wait for her screeching to die down, silently hoping that she doesn't pass out like the last one did.
But it's no worry really. Although a bit inconvenient, they'll admit, they have ways of waking her if something like that does occur.
Lucky enough for them, that doesn't seem to be the case. Although big, clumpy tears roll down her cheeks and her body trembles violently, she's remains awake. A little out of it, yes, but conscious nonetheless.
"That was strike two," The figure's voice rings out, speaking a tad bit louder so that their voice could hopefully be heard over the ringing that's probably going on in the woman's ears from the pain of being shot, but also remaining calm enough not to come off as aggressive, "I'll ask you one more time.."
"Who is the person you've abducted kids for and what do they plan to do with them?
"Oh, you're done?" As the bodyguard enters an alleyway that's a few blocks from Mirai Hotel, a bouncy, almost honeyed voice is what he's greeted with, "You took longer than usual. Did you get anything useful out of her?"
"No, I did not," He answers simply only for a groan to be heard immediately after. As the person steps forward into the light, revealing a girl who's hoodie serves to conceal the majority of her appearance aside from her fringed bangs which poke out and covers her forehead.
"Damn, so another dead end? And here I thought you took so long because you were gathering intel or something.." She grumbles, her lips beginning to form into a pout.
"Without the necessary distraction from you, it took longer to get her in a secluded area where I could make my move," The bodyguard speaks, crossing his arms.
"Don't blame everything on me. I did my part and distracted that perv' she was with and even managed to get him to leave the hotel. Plus, even if things didn't go exactly as planned, you still managed just fine," Despite her words, the bodyguard didn't seem all that happy with her straying from the plan. Although to others, his face seemed relatively neutral.
"Stop glaring at me like that," The girl said, waving her hand in a carefree manner, "You're alive aren't you? I don't know why you're getting so worked up."
"..Moving on from that, why are the higher ups making us of all people play detective and investigate the abductions? Shouldn't the police be doing this?" She asks.
"I don't know."
"Would it kill you to be give more than a one-shot answer every once in a while?"
"( Assassin Codename ), are you there? Did you succeed in gathering intel on the kidnapped children?" A familiar voice rings in the bodyguard's— er, assassin's ear, successfully pulling him away from the conversation at hand.
Bringing a hand up to signal to the girl to be quiet, the assassin brings his other hand up to hold down on the small button on his earpiece, "I couldn't get anything useful out of her."
A sigh is heard, "I thought so.. Someone will be arriving shortly to pick up both you and Inari. They will be escorting you to Rei's office."
"Does it involve another assignment?" He asks which immediately catches the other assassin's attention and causes her to look at ( Assassin Codename ) with a rather exasperated expression.
"Another assignment? We literally just finished one! I know we're the higher ups' favorites, but would it hurt them to give us a break before putting us on another exhausting mission?" She asks, waving her hands around in all types of directions to better show her distress.
"Why are you complaining? You barely did anything," ( Assassin Name ) says flatly.
"How can you say that? I'll have you know I was working very hard.." As Inari begins her rant of all the things she has done to help out, and occasionally slipping in the times she's helped in past operations, ( Assassin name ) eventually tunes her out. As a black car slowly pulls to a stop in front of the alleyway, the assassin turns on his heel and walks off. Promptly ignoring the curses that are thrown at him as Inari follows after them.
"This is ridiculous! What kind of scenarios ran through my seniors' minds to make them think that we would be compatible enough to work together?" The male grumbled as he took another once over at the information on the papers he was given.
"Oh c'mon, don't get so angry, Kazu'," The pink-haired hitman drawled, walking over to his counterpart's desk which had the nameplate that read 'Kazuhiko Rei' standing tall in the center front.
With a lazy smile on his face, he swings his arms around the hazel-eyed male, "You get to work with your best buddy and the world's greatest hitman! You should be jumping with joy!"
With a scoff, the suited agent pushes him off with a forceful roll of his shoulder which causes the younger male to chuckle.
"As always, your arrogance knows no bounds, Ryūji."
As if he had been shot in the heart, Ryūji clutches his chest and staggers back. His expression morphing into one of faux agony as his brows knit together and his hand comes up to fall dramatically over his forehead.
"I can't believe you can be so cruel to me! Help me out here, Rina!" At the call of her codename, the girl sitting on the lush couch pauses, her hands stilling above the keys of her laptop as she looks over, her lips stretching into a smile.
"Well logically speaking, I can't provide an accurate estimate since I don't know the details of this assignment yet. However, I can give you my educated guess based on your compatibility in past operations you've had together as well as the statistics of your own individual skill sets," She said, already beginning to type the numbers into her computer when Rei signals to her to stop.
"That won't be needed, Rina. Please, do not insult your own intelligence by humoring this fool any longer," He says.
Retracting her hands from the keyboard, Rina eyes fall closed as she nods her head, "Very well then."
"Huh.. Why do I feel betrayed all of a sudden?" Ryūji asks no one in particular.
With a sudden burst pulling everyone in the room away from the conversation, the doors to Rei's office swing open and Inari comes running in, her straight-faced colleague walking in shortly after her.
"We're here!" Inari says in a sort of sing-songy voice, getting a mixture of different greetings as a response. Initially her smile widens, but as her eyes fall on Ryūji, who was now splayed out on the couch parallel to the one Rina sat on, her mouth falls open slightly and her eyes widen as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Ryūji?" As she nears him, the hitman stretches his arm out, his hand balled into a fist as he waits for her to reciprocate the action.
"Long time no see, kid," He says and her smile quickly returns. Balling up her hand, Inari eagerly fists bumps with the pink-haired hitman and in response to that, he laughs and throws his arm around her shoulders, pulling her down so that he could ruffle her hair.
"Why are you here?" ( Assassin Codename ) questions.
"First time seeing me in three years and that's what you ask me? And here I thought you'd be running into my arms," He jokes, but the assassin doesn't laugh nor roll his eyes. He doesn't react much at all really.
"The government has, for some odd reason, hired Ryūji to work alongside us on this operation," Rei says, his deep, mellow voice capturing everyone's attention.
"Us?" Inari repeats, "You're going to be involved too? What, are aliens taking over the world or something?" She jokes. Her brow raising when she spots Ryūji making a face at her comment.
"I'll explain the details in a moment. Firstly, would either of you like some tea? I've just restocked yesterday," Rei asks, sliding his chair back so that he can stand up and walk out from behind his desk.
( Assassin Codename ) walks over to the couch where Rina types who knows what into her laptop and sits down, "I'll have ( Tea of Choice )," He says, as the long haired girl beside her halts and glances up at Rei.
"May I have a refill?" She asks, having long finished her chamomile tea before the other two arrived. Rei nods his head, "Of course."
"Peppermint for me!" Inari exclaims which gains a few sideways looks from her two partners in crime.
"What?" She inquires as Rei walks out of the room to fetch the tea.
"It's nothing really," Rina says, "..but I thought you would've grown out of this phase by now.."
Inari brow quirks up, a vein flexing on the corner of her face, "Like that flowery bullshit taste any better."
"It does taste better. Research shows that—"
"—My research shows that it tastes like watered-down grass," Inari interrupts.
As the two began bickering, Ryūji pouts. Not due to their pointless argument, but because of the blonde-headed agent who walked out a few moments ago.
"How come he didn't ask me if I wanted anything?" He asks which only catches ( Assassin Codenames )'s attention, the other two being too indulged in their dispute to hear him.
"You don't like tea," They answer simply and like some moody teenager, Ryūji's pout deepens, a small 'hmph' slipping from his lips as he crosses his arms.
"Yeah but he could've still offered me some."
"Hey, ( Assassin Codename )!" Inari calls, "You have taste. Set Rina straight already so that we can move on from this."
"Both teas possess a distasteful flavor. I'm not partial to either."
"Ugh! You're hopeless!" Inari shouts. Rina looks at her with an almost disappointed look.
"It was immature of you to try and drag a third party into our conversation in order to win an argument," She scolds, using an almost motherly tone. Inari rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah whatever.." As that grumbled comment leaves her lips, Inari chooses to plop down on the small space left on the couch that Ryūji was laying on. Shortly after doing so, the doors to the office open and Rei comes rolling in with a small cart.
As the light smell of different teas fill the air, Rei hands ( Assassin Codename ) and Inari their cups of tea before grabbing the gaudy-looking teapot and pouring Rina some chamomile tea in her matching teacup. He then wheels the cart over to a corner before walking back over to his desk and sitting down.
"So.. Don't keep us in suspense, what's this new assignment about?" Inari says after a while.
"Yes," Rei clasps his hands together, his eyes narrowing, "We're all aware about the incident that happened two months ago? The one involving our moon being turned into a permanent crescent seemingly in an instant?"
"How could we forget?" Inari said, leaning back against the couch, "Those stick in the mud higher ups of ours have been losing their shit over it ever since."
"Well a week or so after that happened, we captured an alien-like being who we have reason to believe is responsible for that incident. Unfortunately, we're having trouble with destroying it."
"Are these details relevant to the assignment?" ( Assassin Codename ) cuts in. Rei nods his head.
"Yes, you see, about a month ago the creature made the odd request to teach a class of poor-preforming students at Kunugigaoka Junior High."
"And our superiors agreed to this arrangement?" Rina asks, her brows beginning to knit together, "Having civilians come in such close contact with this creature will increase the difficulty of killing the creature and tremendously decrease our success rate. And, that's not counting the possible causalities that could happen."
"I understand your concerns. I myself was skeptical of the idea of allowing the fiend around defenseless children, however the creature has sworn not to bring any harm to the students and is completely fine with them attacking as they see fit. Plus, government officials will be there to oversee everything so in that aspect, we have nothing to worry about."
"But what's stopping it from attacking them? You said it yourself that even with the government's advanced technology and resources they were unable to defeat it so what's preventing it from doing whatever it wishes to?" She retorts.
"We don't understand it's reasoning behind this nor can we one hundred percent guarantee the kids' safety but regardless, we don't have much of a choice. You see, when the creature proposed this idea it also made the proclamation that it will blow up the earth within a year's time."
"So they're panicking.." Inari mumbles, referring to her superiors, "Heh.. How pathetic," She sneers, "..But I guess it's not all bad. Think if we take it's head they'll actually pay us for our efforts?"
"Actually, they will. If we manage to succeed, they're agreeing to pay us a rather hefty sum of money—ten billion yen, to be precise," Rei explains causing everyone, aside from a certain monotonous someone, to gape in shock.
"You serious?" Inari is the one to break the silence, her gaze seeming almost skeptical as she awaits for him to answer.
"Am I one to joke about something like this?" Rei asks only for Ryūji to follow up with, "Yeah, is he one to joke at all?"
Rei continues, "We would, of course, split the ten billion among ourselves, but I'm sure none of you mind having two billion yen to keep for yourself. If you do, I can divide Ryūji's share among you three."
"Hey, how come I'm gettin' a pay cut and we haven't even got the ten billion yet?"
Ignoring him, Rei focuses his attention on the three assassins' before him, "So, do you believe you all can handle this task? As you already know, there is no room for failure."
"Not like we have much of a choice," Inari says, "And even if I did, I wouldn't want to leave the fate of my future to a buncha' punks."
"That's rich coming from you, Inari," Rina quips. She then turns to look at ( Assassin Codename ) who seemed more or less unfazed by the entire situation as he sipped his tea.
"What do you think would be the right course of action, ( Assassin Codename )?" Rina asks and suddenly everyone's eyes are on him, not that he cares.
Slowly, he lowers the teacup from his mouth, "Isn't it obvious?" He asks, and as if everything revolved around him in this moment, the atmosphere seems to completely change.
Upon first glance, it goes unnoticed, but as the assassin looks up, his gaze sharper than any dagger he may have hidden and more dangerous than any murderous fiend or wild animal, the bloodlust that exudes them becomes all the more apparent.
"I'll make short work of it."
A whistle of amusement breaks the silence before it even has the time to begin, "Well then it's settled! Team Pink is in business!" Ryūji cheers. Inari following up with a similar noise of glee.
Rei lets out a long sigh, his hand coming up to prop his head up, "I can already feel a headache coming on.."
Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx
The cabin wasn't the sturdiest-looking thing, but it felt like home as soon as I laid eyes on it.
Four wooden, cracked stairs led to a porch that had enough room for two squeaky rocking chairs and a small table. The roof of the building hung over the porch to provide generous shading, and vines climbed up the wooden railings. Stepping inside, the cabin was extremely small, with a sink, gas stove and a couple of cabinets serving as the kitchen, and a small twin-sized bed in the upper right corner with a window next to it. There wasn't any electricity or warm water, but it was far away from society and in the middle of nature. It was everything I had dreamed of as a kid, and now I was living that dream.
I sighed as I flopped onto the cushy mattress, the old springs squeaking loudly beneath me. I made a mental note that, even though I didn't need the nicest thing, I'd like a new bed. Turning my head over to the empty cabinets, I decided it was time to fill up my new cabin with some personal items. With that, I stood from the bed and hopped in my pickup truck, heading to the nearest grocery store.
September 7th, 2:00 PM
It took a month, but I was all settled in. I replaced the squeaky bed with a slightly bigger, more comfortable one, with dark brown blankets and a couple of pillows. The springs didn't squeak, which was a definite plus. The cabinets were filled to the brim with canned foods, and I even bought a fruit bowl to add some color to the wooden walls. Candles were set up in threes on every empty surface, with my trusty lighter hidden inside my new nightstand. The curtains I bought for the few windows in the cabin were translucent and light green, with darker green stripes. I bought a bookshelf which more so held odd trinkets from my childhood than it had actual books. With a whole lot more seemingly pointless purchases that completely blew away all the money I had saved up for years, the small cabin felt like my true home, and a warm, blossoming filled my chest.
I quickly ran to the kitchen sink as bright red blood dripped and seeped into the wooden floors from my nose.
September 8th, 4:00 PM
I had found myself in a tree reading a book I'd rented from the library. It wasn't the book itself that had me immersed in the story's setting, but rather the setting I was actually in. Something about doing anything while surrounded by trees made the experience much more magical and enjoyable. So I allowed myself to stay up in the tree for hours, the sun beating down on me in my tank top and basketball shorts; one leg placed safely on the limb of the tree and the other swaying back and forth beside it. The tree's rough bark scratched and irritated my neck, but I couldn't care less as I took a deep breath, inhaling the wonderfully fresh air. At some point, I set down the book after creasing the page and simply laid in the glory of the setting sun with the dancing leaves lulling me to sleep.
I woke up in a panic with sweat coating my face as my head flung left and right, trying to remember where I was and how'd I gotten there.
September 12th, 3:30 PM
I laid on my stomach, bright green grass tickling my cheeks and flowers surrounding me as I watched a beetle clumsily climb over the green blades. I had childishly named him Steve. Every now and then, I'd scoot up lazily when Steve was out of my sight. With my chin resting in my folded arms, head tilted to the side, I made up stories about where Steve was going, what his goals were, what his little beetle family was like. This quickly led to me pondering why Steve moved at all if he had nowhere to go, and his whole life was just one big move to find food, eat it and then look for more food. Did beetles even sleep? Could they get excited? Did they mourn when they crawled over the corpses of other insects?
I flopped over onto my back as these thoughts swirled inside my head. I closed my eyes and inhaled through the nose, exhaled through the mouth. This would've been the second time I fell asleep in the wilderness. It couldn't be helped when the breeze was light, the sun was warm, and the crinkling of leaves and chirps of birds were like a lullaby.
I sat up when I heard the birds squawk and scramble out of the trees, a branch cracking under the weight of something not too far from me.
October 3rd, 6:00 AM
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come find me before the sun set for good. At some point I found myself on a strange trail I didn't recognize, with
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odd carvings in the trees. I had opened my mouth to call out for help once again, but before I got out a sound, a
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deer hopped out of the shadows in front of me. I fell down on my butt and stared in
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calmly walking back into the shadows. I had tried to chase after him, but I found myself in front of
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returned home and had dinner.
November 3rd, 11:00 PM
I lay in my bed, motionless, unblinking, staring at the open and trashed cabinet in the kitchen. It was filled with paper towels, baking soda, white vinegar, detergent, steel wool and bleach. Or at least it used to be, until I returned home from shopping, finding my house trashed and everything in that specific cabinet spilled out on the floor. I even found empty bottles underneath the porch and leading down trails I had walked weeks ago. I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed after I had laid down. I just stared at the cabinets, trying to push away every bad thought that would keep me awake all night.
But I was finding that harder and harder to accomplish when the walls screamed, the wind howled, and something outside watched me through the see-through curtains. Finally having enough of the madness and my own head, I jumped out of bed and grabbed my keys, making a dash for my pickup truck and driving to the nearest gas station.
November 4th, 12:00 AM
"Please, please, please, please, just come here and I'll show you. I'm not insane, this is not an episode, please just come and see, please!"
"(Y/N), this is not the first time you have called in tears from the middle of nowhere because someone broke in, because you're being stalked, because someone looked at you weirdly on the way home. You. Are not. Well, (Y/N). I should've never let you live by yourself..."
"PLEASE! DON'T HANG UP, THIS IS DIFFERENT! I have been hearing things at night, seeing things from the corner of my eye. And I know that always happens, but this time I have proof! Someone broke in and trashed my house, please, if you just came and I could show you, you'd believe me!"
"Fine… Fine, I'll come, (Y/N). But if there's nothing there and this is another one of your god-forbidden episodes, I'm taking you to the hospital."
"Okay, okay, I understand. Just come quick, please, please, please."
November 4th, 1:30 AM
"(Y/N)! Where are you?"
The woman knocked on the door for what felt like the thousandth time. Still no answer, just as there hadn't been for the past 30 minutes.
"(Y/N), it's cold out here! Let me in!"
With no answer, the woman stepped off the porch and began to circle the house, looking for another way in. But when she reached the back of the house, she found multiple empty bottles of bleach piled on top of each other, as well as oddly-colored paper towels strung up tree branches.
"You say you love nature so much and then go and do this, huh?" The woman scolded her family member silently, shaking her head in shame.
The woman found a barely open window, with the curtains on the other side flowing with the cold wind. Huffing to herself, she stood on her toes and opened the window as much as she could, then used what little upper body strength she had to pull herself inside. Once inside, though, her mouth went agape, and everything inside her screamed in horror.
December 4th, 12:00 PM
"Today marks the month-anniversary of the disappearance of (Y/N) (L/N). We'd like to remind everyone that they disappeared between the times of 12 in the morning and one-thirty in the morning on November 4th. They lived in a small cabin in the middle of a forest on the eastern side of town. They were last seen at 12 in the morning on November 4th using a pay phone. They were reported missing by a family member. The family member said (Y/N) called her saying that someone had broken into her house. When the family member, who has requested to remain anonymous, arrived at (Y/N)'s to help, they were gone. (Y/N) has a long history of schizophrenia and past disappearances, and has been reported to have been off their medication for five months. Please, if you have anything to provide to the police concerning the disappearance of (Y/N) (L/N), call the number below."
new ocs !
started: february 3rd, 2025
finished: february 6th, 2025
im feeling really fucking sick rn and i think i have the flu so here is the kinda long awaited introductions to my three new ocs x
was going to add at least 1-2 more hcs for scarlett but im experiencing brain fog rn
anyway enjoy !
as always, androgynous reader <3
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(more undercut !)
elias dunstan rivera 🐢🎧🇵🇭 (inspired by rise donatello !!!!!!)
- he’s a philippine forest turtle
- he’s in 2 honors classes and is in ap psychology which he absolutely hates and loves
- has adhd! (inattentive type) you have to comfort him because his meds don’t work sometimes/take a while to kick in
- has an x-men hyperfixation !! (ares suggestion!)
- quiet. he’s a shy fella. will talk his head off to you over tv shows, movies and fandoms tho !!
- owns grey sony headphones (weirdly specific ik HELP) that he wears on his head or around his neck
- loves hugs (especially from you <333), just make sure to ask him first incase he’s overstimulated. he’s very indifferent to touch but doesn’t mind it when he isn’t overwhelmed
- doesn’t have a lot of friends, except for you and a few other people
- if you two are dating, he would feel insecure given how shy he is, and he feels like he wouldn’t be a good boyfriend but you reassure him he is and always will be ❤️
- kinda hates walking in the hallways at school bc it’s really loud and it overwhelms him sometimes 😕
- he is of filipino descent!!
- some people tell him he kinda looks like rottmnt’s donatello and he’s like “who??” and then they show a pic of him and he’s like “ohhh… yea we do kinda look alike ngl” HELP ME
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finley singh 🐯🤼🇮🇳
- he is a bengal tiger!!
- has average grades in his classes at school (do NOT ask him about math please x)
- for an apex predator, his name doesn’t sound that threatening
- like when you think of the name finley, you wouldn’t think of a literal tiger that looks like he would beat you up in the parking lot…. 😞
- he’s on your school’s wrestling team !! he’ll jump people for you if they’re being mean to you dw x (AND ITS ON SIGHT 😛)
- finley is of indian descent :33
- he’s a soft spoken person but sometimes his voice comes out high and awkwardly loud whenever he speaks
- plays fortnite and fall guys
- owns the hatsune miku skin on fortnite and is a freaking god on fall guys
- if you two are dating, i feel like he’d be an amazing boyfriend but also a really annoying one
- he would try to find you the second he gets out of the locker room so he can walk home with you/however you get home if you’re still at school
- finley’s also the type to give big bear hugs whether you’re a close friend or his s/o, he’ll back off if you’re uncomfy ofc !!
- he chuffs when you guys hug btw and its loud af and he might pounce on you so be careful LMFAO
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scarlett avery ellis 🌹🤠🇺🇸
- human!! she is black <3
- she also has adhd (combined-type) and is hyperfixated on american/cowboy/cowgirl aesthetic and music!! ❤️
- her grades in school are also average, but you and her have study dates together if you two are dating <3
- has a big american flag in her room!! she also has a corkboard with everything american/cowbody related on it in the style of an early 2000s rom-com where the character plans out something on their corkboard or smth?? (idk if y’all are getting my reference but i hope yk LMAO)
- randomly sings the intro song from american dad when she’s around you and/or some friends LMFAOO
- is best friends with elias!! you and him met thanks to her <3
- if you two are dating, i feel like scarlett would be a loving girlfriend, you guys would just do everything together (depending on your comfort). she has moments where she’s overstimulated or overwhelmed bc of something, so you’re always there for her xx <3
- she’s really big on slime rancher (first and second game), like every time you would come over to her place to hang out the first thing you see her doing when you go into her room she’s playing slime rancher on her pc 😞
- plays a lot of pj sekai. the group she chose was wonderland showtime!! (the group i chose once 😛)
- owns rdr2 on steam !!!!!! (she has over 55+ hours on it)
2/17/25 edit: SPECIAL THANKS TO MY GOOD FRIEND @ares-shithole-writing-blog !!1!1!1! he helped me come up with a few of the facts for these lovely characters xxxx
