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basically the first arc of Kaiju No.8:

Third Division Teens: Hahah, old man. What're you doin' here? Kafka Hibino, coming in hot with his genuine dad energy: Hey, you all are doing great! I'm glad you're all safe Third Division Teens, already tearing up: Shit man, alright, whatever you say

The recruits really looked at Kafka and said 'free dad' and Kafka rolled with it

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some art of Dead Link's current trio >W• as well as assurance that they won't be the only three in this au~

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a Link Click Noragami AU Fanfic: pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.3.5 | pt.4 | pt.5 ↓ Interlude: Regalia and their Gods {and their mortals!}

Cheng Xiaoshi & Lu Guang {and Qiao Ling!}

a ✨fun fact✨ or two about this au: -> Cheng Xiaoshi has daisies and bellis on his shinki form [which IS his blessed form] because they're his official flower in canon and bellis is also known as the english daisy :3 [the gingko leaves on the strap are symbols of longevity and love] -> like how Yukine's spirit is meant to look like a falling piece of snow, Cheng Xiaoshi's spirit is meant to resemble a sun -> Cheng Xiaoshi's shinki name, Shi Ái, is based off two things: the ending of his given name 'shi' and the romance novel by Zhang Yueran [which means 10 Loves]

oh! and i almost forgot to mention.... if you have any questions regarding this AU, hit up my inbox! or put 'em here

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ohhh..... there's so much wrong with this, i don't even know where to start.. ↑ is anybody else getting hate wbk anons again? is this a new account for the other guy?

unfortunately, this is one i cannot ignore [though i refuse to answer them directly, hence the screenshot] -> watering down Togame, Sugishita, and Endo's characters to just the fact that they admire stronger people is just such a purposefully obtuse way to look at them

[this might get a little long, so here's a cut just in case]

I find it bizarre actually that Togame was even included on this list, because it blatantly ignores almost the entire point of his character development -> the point that was very prettily laid out for you too

Togame doesn't want to be alone, and he doesn't want Choji to be alone either, which contributes to why he enabled him so much ↑ there are so many other reasons too, and all of them color this grief and guilt he carries throughout the panels we get of his perspective

Togame is an example of guilty overindulgence, of being overly accepting of a behavior simply because the possibility of being alone is so much worse

Sugishita is a fanatic, i'll give them that, and that is the driving point of his character. At first. -> since this anon thinks reading manga is so beneath them, clearly this slipped by

Umemiya met Sugishita when the blue haired boy was in middle school. obviously that's going to leave an impression, Sugishita is going to want to be like the cool older guy that saved him. that is a normal mindset [it's not a healthy one, but it makes sense given how things played out]

However, once he realizes the mindset that he has and why he thinks Sakura is so cool, he makes the effort to change

And finally, Endo is a chronic people pleaser. Technically, all of the above are some form of it -> Endo is more direct about it with his various lines of 'i like giving people things they like' and his admittance of changing his personality depending on who he's with to make them happy

He's obsessive, specifically with Takiishi, but in the moments we get of him just doin' his own thing we learn that essentially he's just a burnt out gifted kid ↑ Endo is very silly too, don't get me wrong, but his thoughts are those of a burnt out gifted kid. he's good at everything, so he's bored

all of these characters have so much nuance to them and so many little quirks about their personalities, that watering them down to just hero worship completely negates all the themes that they represent ∟ they're only 'one dimensional' to you, because you refuse to read subtext

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lowkey, i always forget that Arima and Kanuma are- like actually really decent fighters??? bc Suo and Sugishita wrecked their shit so thoroughly

like obviously they're not the strongest, but they can hold their own

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i love how closely knit the WBK fandom is on here -> it's like- you'll be reading a post and when you open the reblogs//comments//likes all the names are familiar. it's a very nice feeling

anywayzzz Sakura Haruka, because the only time i'm not talking about him is when i'm talking about EndoChika

i love that, despite his social ineptitude, nobody in Makochi babies him for it. ↑ it's an unfortunately common trope with neglected characters, that they somehow need to be infantilized by their peers for x reason or another. and it only further isolates the neglected character.

but nobody does that with Sakura. They don't sugarcoat their words when he doesn't understand something, like when Suo says he sucks at fighting as a team, but they're not cruel about it either

they make an effort to vocally walk him through things, because that's what Sakura needs. he doesn't need to be babied, or looked down on for not understanding things that come as second nature to the rest of them, he needs support

AND THEY GIVE IT TO HIM! -> it really is such a beautifully executed dynamic, and so so so refreshing to see

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heyyy hey hey, wanna see something i wrote in 2022? -> i used to thrive on genshin- and, at my heart, i'm a lover of the obscure, so...

this is what my 2022 self thought would happen if Sayu and Kazuha ever met because i was a Sayu main, and i loved these two anemo characters specifically. it's not a ship, and if you see it as that, go away

"Hey! Hey mister!”

Kazuha awakes from his lazy lounging to the weak tugging of his sleeve. The sun hangs, equally as lazy, in the sky, heating the rock under him pleasantly. Combined with the ruffling breeze blowing by, whispering long lost lullabies, he’s quite tempted to drift off again.

But the tugging persists.

“Mister!”

He cracks open an eye towards the source of the noise, a tad miffed at the disturbance of his nap. To his surprise, said disturbance appears to be but a young girl, decked in… ninja attire?

An Anemo vision rests on her leg, which makes his matching gem pulse just slightly in return and, distantly, he realizes this young girl sounds quite put off.

“I know- know you can-”

An exhaustively large yawn cuts her off mid-accusation, and she ceases her tugging to stretch. Kazuha watches in veiled amusement as the young tanuki- er... wait no, not tanuki.

He recognizes the patterns now as those of the mujina statues he had passed in his wandering. So the mujina clad girl struggles to put up her defiant front yet again and droops, yawning once more.\

He gently knocks his knuckle against her forehead, sitting up in a more relaxed position now that his nap addled brain can see there’s no immediate danger.

She shoots up, apparently having fell asleep standing, and Kazuha internally feels worry for the smudges under her eyes.

“That’s my rock!”

Distantly, he notes with fascination at how her stitched tail seems to move with her instead of hanging limp. Like it was real.

“Your rock?”

Kazuha will humor her for now. The mujina nods so vigorously she nearly topples, righting herself before he can reach back out.

“I spent all day looking for the perf- perfect…”

...He’s a little surprised her face hasn’t split in two yet.

“-perfect napping spot. It has my- my leaf!”

          Ah. Kazuha plucks the misshapen leaf off the rock, still comfortably warm, and holds it in front of her, noting that it’s the same as the one resting on her hood.

“My apologies, I hadn’t realized this spot had already been claimed.”

He tries for a friendly smile, but it goes unnoticed as her eyes are nearly all the way shut.

“See… I even got all my chores and assignments done… early”

The yawns are becoming more frequent and the little girl wobbles dizzily.

“Well, I suppose I-”

Kazuha cuts himself off and lunges to catch her under the arms, just narrowly saving her from cracking her head against the very rock she had wanted to nap on.

“…should be on my way then…”

Hmph. Or not.

He couldn’t very well leave now. The mujina appeared to already be in a hazy, deep sleep, curling into his chest as he pulled her close and tucking her tail(?) against her lap.

However… he couldn’t bring himself to be annoyed by the turn of events- as inconvenient as they seemed to be.

Kazuha shifts, taking great care not to jostle the young ninja, and lounges back down into his previous position.

Might as well take advantage of the lazy sun.

this has a companion piece, too! -> simply because i think i was really into mama!Beidou fics...

“Can we keep this?”

“Kazuha, that’s a child-”

The aforementioned huffs, holding a dozing child up by her armpits a little higher.

“And?”

Beidou slowly blinks at him. She really never expected to have this conversation with Kazuha of all people.

“Where did you even find her?”

Archons above, she was humoring this.

At least the kid was cute and… had an Anemo vision? Why did a kid have an Anemo vison? Absently, her thoughts drift to Qiqi, the small zombie working for Baizhu. Was it the same deal…?

The kid shifts and mumbles something and, belatedly, Beidou realized sleeping whilst dangling in the air might not be the most comfortable thing in the world.

“Give her here, you're holding her al-”

It was almost a miracle the little tanuki doesn't wake up.

Beidou had just barely put her hands out when the wandering fugitive [that she oh-so-graciously harbored!] draws the ninja close to his chest, even adjusting her hood and patting her tiny shoulder as she fussed at the sudden change in light! His movements were gentle, as they always were, even as he shifted away from the captain.

Well damn.

Now just a tad miffed [she was just trying to help, damnit] Beidou put her hands on her hips, raising a questioning brow. It had clearly been an instinctual reaction and the ronin seemed embarrassed as he turned back to face her.

The little tanuki mumbled something and curled further into his chest, tucking up her tail [shit, was that thing real?] to be held under her arm, little hands clutching feebly at the edge of his haori.

“…please?”

“Kazuha-”

“She’s a claymore user.”

Beidou’s rebuttal freezes on her tongue.

“Ningguang would like her.”

…He wasn’t giving up on this, was he? Ning probably would like her, too. She always did have a soft spot for kids.

“Why- No, how- How did you two even meet?” she asked again.

“Ningguang or Sayu?”

“The tanuki-”

“Mujina.”

Is that what she was dressed as? Wait- Sayu?

“We took a nap together.”

“…You’re not gonna tell me more than that, are you?”

He shrugs, adjusting Sayu in his arms and stepping closer to the captain. As he held her out, still sleeping surprisingly soundly, Beidou realizes what Kazuha was doing.

Eagerly, she scoops the small mujina into her strong arms and cradled the tiny kid to her shoulder. Sayu lets out another sleepy, almost blissful yawn and nuzzles into the captain's fluffy collar.

…Goddamn it. Beidou didn’t want to let her go now.

“.....Kazuha, you sneaky little shi-”

if there's a particular dynamic you want to see your hopefully dear author's take on, just hit up my inbox!!! i promise i don't bite ;3 -> romantic or otherwise, i am HAPPY to provide [but don't ask me to make minor x adult or incest, that's just weird.]

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was trying to get back to playing TOTK and my mama thought it would be a good time to try and talk to me about politics [which is something i pointedly avoid talking about with her bc we hold different values]

so, to escape, i said: "the only government i care about right now is Hyrule's monarchy, and it's shambles because the princess is missing."

...did not expect it to work as well as it did..

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so like- we know nothing about Lu Guang's parents, right? -> and he only ever loops back to the moment he meets Cheng Xiaoshi, never before. there's gotta be a reason for that, right???

Qiao Ling: We've never met Lu Guang's parents, but judging from Lu Guang, we think it's safe to assume that they're- Cheng Xiaoshi: and this is nothing against Lu Guang, we love Lu Guang Qiao Ling: -monstrously stupid sewer people.

getting this out before canon totally breaks it TTwTT -> based off my theory that Lu Guang inherited his powers

"Welcome i-"

Cheng Xiaoshi barely gets through the greeting before a floof of white hair is shoving it's way behind him.

He blinks.

Lu Guang had gone out maaaybe ten minutes ago to take a walk.. clear his head, for once, because he was getting finicky. Which was understandable, Cheng Xiaoshi wouldn't want to stay cooped up in the same place he had gotten stabbed either.

But now he was plastered against the dark haired boy's back like it was a barricade in war.

And shaking.

"Lu Guang...?"

"Don't-"

Pressed back to back like this, Cheng Xiaoshi could feel nearly every notch in his fair roommate's spine- every hitch in breath, every shudder. Lu Guang was scared.

He finds himself swallowing, and adjusting just enough that his frame nonchalantly blocks his friend from the windows.

"Is somebody chasing you?" Cheng Xiaoshi asks, keeping his voice low as he cleans a lens.

Lu Guang shakes his head, hands pressed against his mouth.

Their greeting cat meows out its welcome.

"..uh-! Hello, welcome in..." again, the dark haired boy finds his words cut short as he takes in who's entered.

A woman, with cold kitten grey eyes.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

She sniffs, in an uppercrust- haughty sorta way, "Did you see a boy pass by here? Or did he come in?"

"I see.. a lot of people pass by all the time," the photographer hedges, keeping his tone friendly, "The- windows are pretty large."

"Did anybody come in?"

Well that was an entitled tone.

"Just you, lady."

Lu Guang flinches against his back.

"Ma'am," the woman corrects, her nose scrunched like she smelled something foul, "Honestly, how rude. Didn't your parents teach you manners?"

Ohh.

So she was a bit-

"They weren't around much." he says instead, before adding, "Ma'am."

Surprisingly, that makes her cold features soften. Just a tad, but the hard crease in her brows relaxes into something like pity.

"Oh, you poor thing." she simpers, coming closer to the counter, "Children should never be without their parents. You know- my boy had to live without his father."

Her boy?

Cheng Xiaoshi chances a glance over his shoulder, to where Lu Guang had frozen against his back. The dark haired boy didn't even think he was breathing anymore.

He pockets that little tidbit of paternal information for later.

"Oh, it was so sad. I miss my husband every day... but it couldn't be helped. It was his fault, you see."

...what?

"I'm... sorry?"

"Hm? Oh don't be, it was years ago."

"No- uh," Cheng Xiaoshi shakes his head, putting his lens down on the counter, "The- what do you mean his fault? If- if it's not too intrusive to ask, ma'am."

He was... around 90% sure she was talking about Lu Guang.

But that didn't make any sense.

"Awh, so polite all of a sudden!" he was really starting to not like her, "No, no I don't mind. Maybe it's better if I get it off my chest."

Or... you know... she could tell a clearly needed therapist. Not someone she trapped behind the counter.. just a suggestion.

"Well, then- you see... oh, it's so hard to even think about!"

"I completely understand, ma'am. You don't have to-"

"My son was the reason-"

Okay then.

"-my husband died."

Wait what?

Lu Guang slides down his back slightly with a near ragged inhale that has Cheng Xiaoshi abruptly coughing to cover.

"Sorry- spit take, you know?" he says, at her questioning look, "That's- wow. Uh... hm. Hey- you're new to the area, right?"

Please say yes, please say yes, please-

"What? Oh, yes."

He needed to get her out of here. As curious as he was, as he always was for even snippets of Lu Guang's past, he... this couldn't be the way he found out. Not from someone else.

Not from his mother.

There was no doubt in Cheng Xiaoshi's mind that that was who this woman was. The two didn't share many similarities, not much more more than their eyes and fair skin, but his friend wouldn't.... he's never reacted this way before.

Not even when bullies would heckle and crow at him in their younger years. His head never bowed, he was never- he was never scared like this.

"There's a milk tea place, right down the street from here? You seem so stressed, ma'am, and it's great for calming down!"

They better enjoy the publicity he was giving them.

"Maybe that's where your missing person went?"

The woman contemplates it for a second, a hard line to her lips.

It's the longest second of Cheng Xiaoshi's life. And he had to wait and dial for an ambulance as his best friend bled out!

"That's..." oh god, "a fantastic idea. Thank you, boy."

Oh, so she could call him 'boy' but he couldn't call her- whatever. Whatever.

Bigger fish to fry at the moment, or however the saying went.

Cheng Xiaoshi waits, his heart thudding against his ribs as he watches her strut out the doors. It's an agonizing thing, watching her take slow, preppy steps away from their shop.

tick, tick, tick.

"Is.. she gone?" Lu Guang asks, his voice so so quiet.

Cheng Xiaoshi leans over the counter to watch the woman- Lu's mother- turn the corner.

"Mhm-"

He barely gets through the noise before he has to catch his roommate around the middle.

"Hey-! Hey, hey, hey, it's okay... it's okay," Cheng Xiaoshi panics, starting to sink down to the floor with his roommate before thinking better of it.

It's been a hot second since they'd swept.

So- like a good friend, the dark haired photographer stands back up, with Lu Guang clutched in his arms like that one cat poster- the one with it hanging from a branch- and pulls him closer.

He can feel his friend's chest heave in short staccatos.

It's... more than a little difficult to maneuver the both of them to the couch like this, but he manages- with minimal jostling, too! Lu Guang's skin is no less soft when Cheng Xiaoshi swipes his thumb over his cheek.

He doesn't say anything when it comes back wet.

"I'll be right back, alright? I just need to change the sign. Two seconds!"

It's decidedly a little more than two seconds.

Why did the pace have to pick up now of all times!? They've been practically dead all day!

Cheng Xiaoshi tries to be polite as he ushers them out, but he's frazzled and Lu Guang is terrified and he can't deal with this right now-

...he ends up promising a lot of discounts. To like three people. Insistent people.

Whatever. Push comes to shove, Qiao Ling has their back.

When he gets back to the couch, Lu Guang has curled into the corner of it and buried his head into his knees- arms wrapped around his stomach. His chest pangs at the sight- at the trembles still running through his roommate.

"Guangguang?" Cheng Xiaoshi tries, gently reaching for his shaking knee, "Hey-"

When his fingers make contact, his best friend flinches.

So the photographer changes tactics. He takes a seat next to him, fingers drumming on his own thighs as he tries to act like he has a clue on how to act.

"Can.. I see your hand?" No harm in asking, right?

For a second, he thinks he'll be ignored.

"It's okay if-" -oh!

No harm in asking.

Cheng Xiaoshi guides the pale limb to his chest, interlocking their fingers palm to knuckle, and waits.

thump-thump. thump-thump. thump-thump.

The dark haired boy breathes out.

Lu Guang breathes.

Little by little, breath by breath, the fair haired boy relaxes from the tight ball he's curled himself into. His kitten grey eyes meet warm brown, hesitant as if expecting judgment.

And when there's none to be found, he looks back towards his knees.

"I'm-"

"If you apologize, I'm going to smack you."

Lu Guang quiets down.

Which- well... that's not good either.

Cheng Xiaoshi rubs his friend's knuckles as he lets the silence stretch, vaguely frustrated at his own lack of words.

"Do you... wanna talk about who that was?"

He knew who it was, obviously, but- he gave his friend a choice about his powers. He'll give him a choice here.

"...my mother." it's a whispered thing, hesitant almost like he doesn't want to reveal it at-

Oh.

Oh.

Cheng Xiaoshi was well aware his friends tip-toed around certain subjects with him- unless it was brought up directly from the boy himself. And for the most part he found himself grateful for it.

But he never even realized that it could-

That it would be... that Lu Guang would feel like he couldn't talk to him about it.

He never wanted Lu Guang to feel like he couldn't talk to him.

thump-thump-thump.

"She seemed..."

"Uppity?"

"I was actually looking for a nicer word but- hey, your mom."

That startles a surprised little laugh out of his roommate, so he proudly considers it a win.

"She.. wasn't always like that." Lu Guang admits, tucking his face back into his knees.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Cheng Xiaoshi asks in return, careful- ever so careful.

He still has to tighten his grip so that Lu Guang doesn't pull away.

"...I can't-"

"You can." because fuck that one-sided comfort his roommate tried to push, "You always can."

Lu Guang doesn't say anything, so Cheng Xiaoshi tugs him forward until they're lying flat- tucks his fair haired friend into his chest like he could protect him from all the horrors in the world, for once, even the ones that plagued his own mind.

"We can also just lie here, until you feel better."

A long, gentle kiss gets pressed to fluffy white locks.

"Whatever you want, Lu Guang."

And, just like before, Cheng Xiaoshi pretends not to notice when his shirt collar grows wet.

did you enjoy? 👀 -> if you did, please let your hopefully dear author know <3 they thrive off feedback and could be persuaded to make a part two

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nobody: Suo:

like, shit man, crawl into his skin already 😭 you clearly want to -> i love how it's been over 140 something chapters and Kanuma is still fucking terrified of a man that's batting his eyelashes at his grade captain

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another thing that gets me in Windbreaker:

Endo frequently admits that he's a 'bad judge of character', that he can never really tell if someone is what he thinks they are and for the most part that's proven to be true -> but you know what else he frequently says???

THAT CHIKA DOESN'T CARE ABOUT HIM that he's not part of Chika's world, or that it didn't matter to Chika if he was around or not

Despite the limited Chika POV we get, in those short panels he always imagines Endo with a face ↑ what i'm saying is: Endo Yamato has always been a part of Chika Takiishi's world, thank you

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i wanted to practice writing Xia Fei and somehow spawned the perfect plot line for it >W•

takes place in Bridon! before- er, after?- meeting Vein, but before the session with Wang Xing -> so they're familiar with Xia Fei, but not so much with anybody else yet

Or: that white cat that disappeared before Lu Guang stepped into the frame makes a reappearance and Xiaoshi is just a man with a camera

This... was the greatest moment of Cheng Xiaoshi's life.

It was a warm day, with just enough cloud cover to offer a breeze, and the two boys had found themselves at a park close to their hotel. He hadn't actually wanted to venture too far, despite the new area.

Shocking, he can hear his sister sass at him, but- well! Lu Guang wasn't the type to kick a sickness so fast, so... it was just a precaution.

Besides, it was also a pretty quiet area. So... double- eh, triple win!

Cheng Xiaoshi could keep an eye on his partner, Lu Guang couldn't tire of humanity and murder someone, and their new friend could [hopefully] unwind away from prying eyes!

And there were cats.

Which brings the dark haired boy back to his original train of thought.

Currently, his fair skinned friend was holding the fluffiest white cat up to his eye level- because god forbid he crouch down and dirty his fragile Victorian child knees.

The kitty itself was sort of a scrawny thing under all that fur, with half-lidded blue eyes and a deadpan expression. It tilts its head one way, in time with Lu Guang. They tilt their head the other way.

Qiao Ling was going to love this.

Ah- ...once she's done yelling at them for eloping. Platonically eloping! Not- not actually- you know... not that Cheng Xiaoshi would be opposed- he clears his throat.

Not now.

The dark haired boy will think about that... later.

When he refocuses the lens of his phone camera, the white kitty has raised a paw to his fair friend's cheek and it's perfect. Obviously, his phone is not as good as his actual camera but it does it's job.

Or it should do it's job.

But when Cheng Xiaoshi looks at the picture there are fingers in it. And they totally obscure the image!

They're not his, he's sure of that, thank you very much. The dark haired boy knew how to take photos!

Plus, these ones looked a little paler than his... and intentionally cover Lu Guang's face.

"Hah.. uh, sorry," a new voice calls his attention, a little bashful but not really all that apologetic.

Cheng Xiaoshi turns towards it, hoping his fair friend stays distracted enough for him to get a few.. choice words in... but they die in his throat when he sees who, in fact, ruined his photo. The sun glints off a single silver hoop.

"Ah? Xia Fei!" Ire momentarily forgotten, the photographer lowers his phone, "I didn't notice you got here, sorry man."

And then the confusion hits.

"Why would you-"

The blond raises his hands apologetically, and then glances over at where Lu Guang is still having a stare contest with that cat.

"Sorry about that- really," he insists, before lowering his voice, "This is probably an overstep but- is... he okay with that?"

With what? With Xia Fei talking to him? Probably not, if he thought about it. At least not yet.

It could never be said that Lu Guang was a social butterfly, not even if it was true that he had joined an anime club in their younger years. And true to form, he didn't like talking to new people. Or when new people talked to him. Or when people talked.

Maybe he was just paranoid actually.

As if reading his confusion- which wasn't hard- Xia Fei explains.

"With pictures that.. he's not aware of?"

Oh!

Well that was actually kind of sweet.

"I mean- I'm really sorry if it is! It's just- ah.. I know I don't really like having my picture taken outside of shoots," that was good information to know, "And your friend seems.."

Xia Fei pauses, as if searching for a friendly word to describe Lu Guang's overall... Lu Guang-isms. Good on him.

Cheng Xiaoshi could forgive a lot, but really only in regards to himself. He didn't spend so many of his high school days defending Lu Guang from harsh comments [unnecessarily, because Lu Guang didn't seem to care one way or the other] just to let anybody talk about him however they wanted.

Sure, he poked and prodded and annoyed the pale haired boy whenever he could. But he was a younger brother! It was literally in his nature.

He pointedly ignores the fact that he's older than his best friend.

"Introverted?"

Good choice.

"He is," Cheng Xiaoshi admits, feeling the tension drain from his shoulders, "but don't worry! We had a talk about it after-"

Aaand that was a paw on his mouth.

At some point during the conversation, Lu Guang had migrated over- kitty in tow- to the two chatting extroverts. His ears were bright red.

Heheh... his partner was not immune to love and care.

Or maybe he was just embarrassed at where the conversation was about to go.

"Cheng Xiaoshi and I run a photo studio back home," he explains to Xia Fei, who's orange eyes are wide like he'd been caught, which- well, technically he had, "But he's always enjoyed photography."

The dark haired boy nods emphatically.

The dual toned blond relaxes minutely, his hands lowering back to his sides as he huffs an audible sound of relief.

"Ah.. that's a relief then."

The blush on his partner's ears darkens.

Heheheh.

"Don't... feel too bad about it," the pale haired boy nearly mutters, raising the cat like a barrier between them, "The idiot has tons of pictures already."

"But only a few of you with Elizabeth!"

Cheng Xiaoshi feels himself bluescreen for a second after speaking up.

Not only is Lu Guang absolutely gorgeous when he's all bashful, the pretty bastard, but he's also going out of his way to comfort someone!? Someone he was prickly with not even a day ago?

AND he was holding a cat that looks like the near splitting image of him?

click.

Goddamn fucking shutter sound on phones.

Xia Fei flinches when it abruptly breaks whatever moment he was having with the dark haired boy's best friend and Lu Guang shoots him a resigned look.

"See."

When the duel toned model laughs, it's an awkward thing.

Oh.

Oh shit.

"You're not in the frame!" Cheng Xiaoshi frantically checks just to make absolutely sure and crops out the strand of of blond he had managed to catch, "I wouldn't do something like that, I swear-!"

He shows Xia Fei the picture, and only feels a little bad at his partner's bitten off protest. He probably should've asked before- just showing the candid of Lu Guang to someone still relatively a stranger, but it's not like he showed him the whole album!

Although... Xia Fei is looking at his phone with his pretty orange eyes- so drastically different from Lu Guang's own cool blue and grey- with something.. that Cheng Xiaoshi doesn't want to name.

[It's wonder, he's looking at the photo with bewilderment and wonder- and how dare he-]

The model looks back at Lu Guang, then at the photo, and then at Cheng Xiaoshi.

"So he just- he just always looks like that!?"

Yeah, that was a fairly standard reaction.

"Everyday."

Two hands, a little wider set then his roommates yet still slender, grip his shoulders. The kitty hisses at the scene, though it's quickly soothed by some scritches behind the ear by fair fingers.

Lucky cat.

"Everyday?"

Every. Day. Even when he was sick. Or out of breath. It wasn't fair! Cheng Xiaoshi wasn't unattractive but he was surrounded by models. Literally now! Lu Guang only got prettier the more you got to know him too...

"He's going to put me out of a job," Xia Fei wheezes.

"I am right here-"

"PRETTY PEOPLE DON'T GET TO SPEAK!"

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this is hands down the best line i’ve written in a Link Click fanfic:

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every time Rin has crashed out has been justified, i fear -> i haven't been able to watch more episodes, so i'm still on s1e19, but up to this point i think i'm right

guy was killing pigeons? deserved to be punched!

exact same guy tries scalping him? deserves what he got

finds out his only family has been lying to him all his life? DESERVED TO BE YELLED AT

honestly, SO MUCH MORE after all this too but every time he's genuinely gotten angry has been justified and yet he's the one that has to apologize all the time???

Rin is literally just trying his best and EVERYBODY decided to have an issue with it

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have i mentioned how much i love Vein and Lu Guang hatred for each other?

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Lu Guang can crash out for a second, as a treat

a Link Click Noragami AU pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.3.5 | pt.4 In Which, The Real Diva Enters

“You know… it gets to a point, Guangguang..”

Irritated kitten grey eyes soften as they meet Qiao Ling’s gunmetal blue. It’s still an odd expression to see on his normally placid face. Well- maybe placid wasn’t the right word.. the god emoted pretty regularly. Just- ah, anybody would look placid next to C- Shi Ái, actually. So maybe he was just politely nonchalant when in company.

Said shinki had his legs thrown over Lu Guang’s lap, back lounged against the armrest. He happens to also be staring at the irate god, brows creased in curiosity and worry. 

“...where you either have to block the number or answer the call…” Qiao Ling finds herself resigned to finishing.

The phone in Lu Guang’s hand starts to vibrate again, only to be immediately silenced by a quick tap of his thumb. Honestly, the girl’s just surprised the phone hadn’t been blown to smithereens under the sheer disdain he was glaring at it with. 

The three had just been playing a mobile game, and it had been nice, until… 

..bzzz… ….bzz…

“Lu Guang.” this was getting ridiculous.  

This had been going on for nearly a half hour.

The siblings share a look. Former siblings, Qiao Ling forcibly corrects herself, and ignores the clench in her chest. 

The god inhales deeply, and holds it in his own chest as he swipes out of the game. The girl’s own phone notifies her of the second party disconnecting, much to Shi Ái’s despair. 

“Was that necessary!?” he cries, sitting up as Lu Guang leans over the armrest to grab a pillow from the floor, “If you didn’t want to play anymore you could’ve just-”

The pillow comes up to his face.

“-given me the pho-”

And then he screams .

Qiao Ling and Shi Ái flinch back at the muffled, yet guttural, anguish imbued in such a sound, the shinki falling to the floor in his shock. It cuts off after a second or two, but both of them are completely struck dumb, unable to do more than stare as their fair friend’s shoulders heave.

It's a new feeling for her! Ah.. but probably not for Shi Ái.

The god doesn’t raise his head from the pillow.

“Uh.. heh.. Guangguang…? Buddy?” Shi Ái ventures slowly, nervously reaching for his god, “Everything okay…?”

Lu Guang whirs into motion before the hand can make contact, somehow completely stone faced as if he hadn't just broken his decibel record, and answers the phone as soon as it starts ringing again.

“What. ”

…she’s never been more grateful to hear that tone directed at someone else. 

Lu Guang only used his ‘god voice’ when- A: he needed to command attention, B: he needed to summon Shi Ái’s shinki form, or C: he got too frustrated to keep a lid on it.

In other words? Lu Guang did. Not. Use. It. Often.

“Is everything okay?” Qiao Ling whispers to the shinki, who had scooched to be somewhat by her side- though still on the floor.

“I have no idea.” 

“Who is he calling?”

“I think it’s the same guy from last week?”

“He’s been ignoring this guy for a week? ”

Again, Qiao Ling ponders, why not just block the number? It had to be easier than constantly declining calls. Especially if said caller was so insistent… 

“What a cold greeting~” a new, silky voice suddenly sluices through the air. 

A man, with silky looking red hair tied in a braid, is standing behind their couch. Right behind Lu Guang. He had a sleazy sort of smile on his face, oozing false charm and a sort of… predatory satisfaction. A cat stalking a canary. Though under it all… 

Wait a second.

Qiao Ling tilts her head. 

And then realizes.

“That’s the guy that shot me!”

thump! 

Ah- well, at least she was in a chair. Shi Ái steadies her dozing body as her soul slips out, and gently settles it… her…? He gently settles her against the armrest, in a way that ensures maximum comfort when she deigned to return. Sweet boy.

The redhead is looking at Qiao Ling with even wider eyes, his smile unfaltering even as a murderous aura surrounds her fair friend. There’s a hint of recognition swimming in those valentine irises. 

“Ah~” he intones, tilting his head to glance a smirk at Lu Guang, “My apologies, sweetie. I recognize you now.”

Shi Ái bristles next to her, obviously displeased at the leering he directs at his two companions. Qiao Ling is no different. Despite all the swagger and lazy confidence this weirdo is displaying, he was still- in fact- a weirdo. With a stilted accent.

And he was hovering far too close to her introverted friend.

“If it’s any consolation, I took you to the hospital. And footed the bill in full, no less.”

The pale haired god scoffs on her behalf, and for a second it looks like he might cut into the conversation- or at least redirect it, but the redhead abruptly pockets his phone and switches languages.

“... .. …. … .. ., Siming .”

It sounds like it could be English, save for the name, but Qiao Ling had honestly forgotten her lessons as soon as she graduated. She never really had any plans to leave this town, after all, so why hold onto it? Translation apps existed.

Lu Guang was the one who hoarded information, not her.

Though from the looks of it, whatever this redhead had said was as unsettling as his smile.

“This is the guy you told me not to answer calls from?” Shi Ái, bless his heart, pipes up- as obliviously confused as he’s always been. Qiao Ling face palms.

The redhead, that shot her, puts a dramatic hand on his chest- silly and unbothered as he drums his other fingers on his hip, “Oh? I'm wounded , Siming . Now why would you tell your regalia not to talk to me?”

Privately, the girl thought it was a bit odd that this guy was only referring to her fair friend by his godly name. Lu Guang only huffs. 

"I wonder."

"And here I thought we were friends~"

“As if ,” he nods to both herself and his shinki, before side-eyeing the man again, “This is Xiao Wei- yggrfh!”

Xiao Wei-something clamps a hand harshly over the god's mouth- as quick as a viper- and suddenly all pretenses of civility fly out the window. The regalia is immediately on his feet, and Qiao Ling is pretty sure the only thing stopping him from swinging is the limited space between her face and his elbow.

“Well that’s a scary look~” he muses, unaffected by the pale god squirming under his palm, “Relax~ You two may call me Vein.”

The redhead- or Vein- sends Lu Guang a warning look, and releases his mouth with a slimy grin. Almost immediately afterwards, the fair god is on his feet and scrubbing at his face with the back of his wrist.

“Or, if you prefer my title, Xiao Sheng .” Another god, then. Figures.

“Why are you here, ” Lu Guang asks, as he's somewhat unwillingly pushed behind the siblings .

“ How are you here?” the regalia tacks on, the culprit of said pushing.

“When are you leaving? ” ...she felt left out!

Vein simply laughs- or he tries to- but the sound is weak and tainted with an awkward strain. His arms cross, pristinely painted nails tapping at the crooks, and then turns around.

It’s uncomfortably quiet after the fact, tinged with judgment and impatience, but maybe that's what spurs Vein into holding up the back of a photo.

“My regalia… is missing.”

The look in his eyes is dangerous, as he looks over his shoulder, and it's honed completely on Lu Guang.

"I don't suppose you know anything about that?"

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Yukio and Shura's first reactions to Rin being feral was to pull their weapons on him, but it literally only took a SINGLE HUG for him to go back to a normal mindset

JUST LET HIM BE LOVED 😭

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Rin Okumura should be allowed to make churring noises, actually.

i've mentioned it a few times on here, but i have a lisp and a shortened frenulum- which means i don't really like talking very much because a lot of my words are slurred or thick around the edges. ↑ HOWEVER: that contributes to why i like inhuman characters so much. it's a lot easier to express an emotion when you have the use of extra features.

i'm currently on ep19 of Blue Exorcist, and already I've read a lot of fics that have Rin expressing different levels of comfort and emotions with his tail

but there AREN'T a lot of fics where he makes NOISES -> this might be too niche, but goddamnit i love an mc that makes chitters and vibrating noises when they're content or confused

IF HE CAN GROWL IN CANON, HE CAN PURR DAMNIT

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i love that Vein has this- innate hatred of Lu Guang right off the bat but only Lu Guang knows the full reason why

i love that it's a hatred on both ends that transcends timelines, like two ends of the same rope -> i love that they're both insane, and both willing to commit atrocities for two specific people, I love that Lu Guang deals in death and that Vein can't die, i love that Vein could save Xia Fei's life, but Lu Guang couldn't save Cheng Xiaoshi's

they really remind me of the same coin, or two sides of a swinging pendulum