#Hazel plays yakuza

[hazel-shithappens]

I was so surprised Majima would arrest me for just walking around with an umbrella... Until I remember *how* I used umbrellas in all those heat actions...

[hlizr50]

Sooo remember yesterday when I reblogged that amazing art by elenana.art on Instagram?

Well, I couldn't stop myself from writing a drabble for my Gwynriel headcanon that it inspired... So here it is!

And there's no angst!!

Read on AO3

Nesta rolled her eyes, unwilling to give her sister the satisfaction of, well, being right.

“The drummer was kinda hot, I guess,” she muttered. ‘Kinda hot’ was a gross understatement for the colossal man who had manned the drums during the trio’s set. The Bat Boys, they called themselves. And that drummer had been nothing less than drool-worthy.

“What do you mean ‘I guess’?! Have you seen his biceps?” Feyre sputtered.

Oh yes. Yes, she definitely had.

“Okay, but what’s with all the tattoos?” Nesta demanded, lifting a brow. “They’re a band, Feyre, not the yakuza.” Her sister’s answering expression was unimpressed, to say the very least.

“I should’ve just brought Elain.”

The Hell she should have.

With another eyeroll, Nesta snapped, “Don’t be silly. Those tattoos would give Elain a heart attack. Besides, she’s—“

Her sentence was cut off when she ran face first into a wall of black.

“Hey!” She seethed. “Watch where you’re…” Nesta looked up, ready to give the offending obstacle her famed I-will-slay-my-enemies expression. Her gaze drifted up… and up and up. Over the collar of the tight fitting black tee and the tendrils of ink that peeked out over it. Over the jaw that was sharp as a knife. Over the beautiful lips, straight nose, and high cheekbones. Until her eyes were met with churning hazel — nearly gold. The bassist.

Holy fuck, was he pretty.

Nesta gaped at him, all lean muscle and height. Not as ruggedly handsome as the drummer, but unfairly gorgeous, nonetheless. Beautiful enough to make the two women gape as he stared back down at them, his face a mask of cool disinterest.

Absolute, awkward silence.

“Um… could you let me through, please?” His voice was as deep and rich as the instrument he played, even if it was soft as a whisper.

What planet of perfection had this guy come from?

“Oh, yeah,” Feyre stammered, pushing Nesta to the side. “Sorry.” The towering, tattooed god of a man passed between them as they stared, slack-jawed.

Forget the drummer. An angel had just appeared before them. Nesta dramatically sucked in a breath as her sister began giggling like a fan girl.

Typical.

But there was still a chance to shoot her shot—

“Az!” Someone called from behind them. And then, passing between them as the bassist had, a blur of cobalt blue topped with a curtain of copper bounded up to the tall, dark, handsome man.

And his whole demeanor… changed.

He’d turned just in time for the woman to barrel into him, and his whole face lit up. If Nesta had thought him attractive before, that bright white smile — complete with a little dimple on one side — sent him straight into drop-dead gorgeous territory.

“Bird. You made it,” the bassist — Az, apparently — murmured into the woman’s hair, his arms wrapping around her shoulders. Her arms were pale against his bronzed skin, and Nesta couldn’t help but notice how much she looked like…

“Gwyn?”

Her pin straight mane flew as the woman’s head jerked, meeting Nesta’s stare with wide, teal eyes.

“Nesta? What are you—“

“Wait, this is the guy you’ve been seeing?” Nesta didn’t need to wait for an answer. Not when Gwyn’s cheeks turned the most incriminating shade of pink.

With a nervous laugh, she replied, “Nesta, this is Azriel.” Icy eyes narrowed on the couple, keenly aware that Azriel’s hand had not moved from Gwyn’s hip and Gwyn’s arm had remained around the musician’s waist. “Azriel, Nesta.”

“I’m Feyre,” Nesta’s sister chimed in, earning a scathing side-eye.

The towering bassist chuckled, pulling Gwyn into his side and dipping his chin toward her. “Have you been keeping me a secret from your friends, Gwyneth?��� He teased, only fanning her blush into a roaring red.

Turning to him with beseeching eyes, she exclaimed, “No!” Then she dragged her lower lip between her teeth and looked away from him. “I just… haven’t dated much and I wanted it to be… all mine. For a bit.”

Well, much to Nesta’s displeasure, that was incredibly sweet. It wasn’t that she was unhappy with Gwyn — the redhead she’d met at work was more like a sister to her than a friend, and she deserved only the most wonderful things.

It was the musician that was the focal point of her skepticism now. She’d been drooling over him only moments before, but a man would have to be nearly perfect to even get close to being deserving of Gwyneth Berdara.

Azriel leaned in and pressed his lips tenderly against Gwyn’s temple. “Of course, bird. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Well, he sure was smooth, wasn’t he?

“It’s nice to meet you both,” he added with a warm smile and a nod. “You can come back to the green room with us if you want. We have some food and a bar. And I’m sure Rhys and Cass would love the company.”

And with that, Azriel returned his focus to the freckle-faced woman at his side, guiding her gently down the hall. After a moment of stunned silence, Nesta shook her head and began to follow, dragging her sister along.

Perhaps the drummer would do, after all.

Tag List... I don't have my Gwynriel list handy, so sorry in advance...

@headcanonheadcase @daevastanner @beaumaismortel @vikingmagic33 @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @sunshinebingo @shadowsxgwynriel @freyjas-musings @foreverinelysian @mystical-blaise @positivewitch @thecrispypotatochip @sv0430 @almosttenaciousmoon @aldbooks

[wanou-dorm]

Tetravania Oc - Saburo Sado

Deedee belongs to -@hey-its-cweepy

Hourglassstation academy- @fumikomiyasaki

Name: Saburo Sado

Based on: Mamizou Futasiawa

Species: Bake danuki

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿:Male (He/him - and Other pronouns)

𝗔𝗴𝗲: 19(so he says )

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆: February 18

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻: Aquarius/Pisces cusp

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁:  197cm

𝗘𝘆𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: Hazel

𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿: Brown with Green streaks

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦

𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗺: Tetraviana

𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿: 3rd

𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀: 3-B

𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: Student

𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯: ..Drama Club.. He can Play all the roles  just in case perfect Understudy 

𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁: Marketing , Monster/Animal culture 

Homeland: Onigashima 

Sexuality: … Fluid in all Aspects

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𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦:

𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱: Right 

𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱:  Tanuki Udon

𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: Inari Sushi 

Likes:  Fellow Tanukis,  Shu and Friends, Reiji and Friends ,helping People, Acting, Being allowed to Show off , Pranks

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀: “ Ugly Spiders”(DeeDee) , Rachel , Francine’s Discount Sidekick ( Barry ), Wicked Bitch of the West(Vil), Mythra , The Yakuza , Cults,

” I am not Related to Tyler , We are  not even the Same  type of Tanuki  , learn the  Difference.” , Lying , Insulting his Species 

𝗛𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆: Fucking with People ,Charity , Roasting People , Show boating, Acting , Set making ,Pranking and Confusing people 

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: 

Scheming

Shapeshifting

Singing

charisma

Persuasion 

Acting 

Subtly hurting Peoples Egos 

Disgusing  anyone and Anything , 

Coordinating 

Lie Detector, 

Tanuki Familiars

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬:

Saburo is a Strange character in Tetravania , Considering  he’s surrounded by group of His Familiars .Usally helping out the Main protagonist Fixing the Dorm , he at First Kind of seems like a calm, pompous Jerk who thinks hes better than you . But Depending on how he sees you he’ll drop his Facade and Gleefully  laugh  . Saburo  is actually a Kind hearted , Diligent and Reliable person  … Though he Gets His Sleep in unlike Another Tanuki at this School 

“ Just Because we are  called Raccoon Dogs dose not  Mean We have to Look like Raccoon Dogs, Now.~”

He Dose a Have Mischievous streak  , As his Shapshifting Powers not only Apply to himself but other Objects ( and people) as well  , It’s Rare he Gets Beat up or Caught in his Pranks . Many  including Teachers are Quick to point out that  he Sounds Rather old , But  most Bake Danuki speak in a somewhat Old Fashioned manner it varies  depending on preferences , 

Saburo has a Friendly and Laidback demeanor and he’s not quick to anger or hold Grudges against someone unless you insult Tanuki’s and Bakedankui as a Whole . Saburo is also quite Nice Often “Sharing” “Money”( schools Currency’s) with Students like Greg who often  barely  have Any .

Unique Magic 

Futatsuiwa Clan's Curse 

This Is Simple When Saburo activates this Ability , The Target is Made is Changed into something Completely Harmless (and some what Ironic or Funny   for Saburo ) The Opponent is unable to use  Any of thier Regular Abilities until Saburo Decides to change them back  oh you can Still move and Talt  even you were turned into a inanimate object .

However The Side Effects to Saburo is That he can’t  use any Magic While the ability is a active .

Trivia 

You think he wouldn’t Like Mark cause you know Mario but Actually he’s Quite Fond of him Glad he and Soren came back.

He Enjoys Playing  Tricksters Characters in plays …however It’s Rare He gets them over Flynn cause they Often overlap with His preferences . 

Though He has sincerely suggested Flynn Skip plays he feels too uncomfortable acting due the Role he got (he’s Says this especially in timelines he’s gets with Hoshiguma. ) . 

“ Your Mental health is more important than a part in play.” 

He’s Named All his Familiars  , Some have Names Simlar to Students in Hourglass Station they are Coincidences but the Most notable ones are named Tom , Tommy and Timmy

He also Has a larger Familar who he Named Greg irony is that He’s the smart Familar .

His Unique Magic is Based on A Spell.card of the same name Mamizou has in the Fighting Games 

Here’s What think Some of  the Cursed forms would be

Greg- “Gastly” ( It Has No Limbs. Plus he’s Gengar)

Deedee- Daddy Longlegs( not only are they harmless , they aren’t even Spiders) 

Flynn -  A Chicken specifically a Silkie - Chickens can Only Fly short distances , Saburo is Very Sure That Flynn would still attack as a Crow and Peck out his his eyes . Plus a Silkie is a Fancy Chicken 

Rubina - Chicken - Same deal as Flynn 

Peko - “trubbish” - It’s Trubbish .. Literal Trash come on Saburo , your Roast the girl over  a Roasted fire

Saburo has Never Used his  UM Against Masaki knowing his Brothers .. Tendencies 

If your Wondering how He  know Flynn’s Gonna Peck his Eye out … Freak Alchemy Incident.

Voice Claim : Gentaro ( Brown hair )

Theme Song :

Futatsuiwa from sado

[mystiiknight3]

It's Always You.

Tora politely laughed as one of the Toman members told her a joke. The poor kid must have been new, because there wasn’t anyone in Toman that didn’t know Tora was Keisuke Baji’s girl.

Still she smiled as he spoke, her lightly tan skin glowing in the moonlight. She had long black hair with red highlights pulled into a ponytail that reached the middle of her back, and her bangs hung in front of her soft hazel brown eyes. She was taller than most girls, and very mature for her age.

Most guys steered clear of her, except Baji. He never cared that she was pretty much his height or that her father was a Yakuza boss. He loved the idea of her being the tough mean girl.

But, sadly Baji was late again and she was left waiting for him. All the other members of Toman were there already, talking and laughing with girls. Even Mika and Mikey were cuddled up. Mikey had his arm draped over Mika’s shoulder, holding her close as he whispered something in her ear. Mika’s brown face began to turn red as he spoke.

Tora was happy the two had gotten together, but she was jealous that everyone around her was coupled up. She could be with Baji but instead, she was fake laughing at a terrible joke to a kid who wasn’t even her type.

But little did she know her boyfriend was on his way and he was already pissed.

Baji pulled up to the party in a bad mood as he hopped off his bike. A gentle breeze blew through his black hair, his brown eyes scanning the crowd. He found Mika and Mikey and trekked over towards them. Tora couldn’t be too far away.

Mika noticed him first and her eyes widened. “Mikey, Baji is here,” she whispered in Mikey’s ear. “You should tell that new guy to lay off Tora.”

Mikey Looked over at Baji and shrugged. “Well kids gotta learn some day,” he laughed, returning back to the conversation he was having with Draken.

Baji reached them and turned his head just in time to hear Tora’s laugh. She stood in all her beauty, wearing baggy cargo pants and a crop top exposing her midriff and a small dragonfly tattoo on the side of her flat tan stomach. Damn she looked good.

He then noticed the dude making her laugh. Talking to his girl. His To-To.

“Baji, she’s just laughing you know. Tora, she can't resist a good joke.” Mika spoke, trying to calm him down.

It was working till the guy put his hand on Tora’s shoulder. She quickly removed his hand but it was too late. Baji was already heading towards them. Tora barely saw him throw the first punch, knocking the kid on the ground and bloodying his nose. He then jumped on top of him, punching him in the face before standing up and stomping on him.

“Baji, it’s cool!  He's a kid, he’s new!” Draken shouted, holding Baji back. 

“Yeah, well, next time he should know that Tora is my girl and if he doesn’t want to get beat, he better not talk to or touch her again!” he shouted at them.

“Baji, you're acting crazy, chill out!” Tora replied, rolling her eyes. She pushed him in the chest.

“Whatever Tora you knew me seeing that would piss me off,” he yelled back at her.

“Baji, take a chill pill. I am not anyone’s property and had you been on time I wouldn’t even have been talking to him. You left me by myself to be a third wheel to Mika and Mikey, to a party you made me come too,” Tora responded.

“Fuck off me Draken!” he screamed, pushing Draken off of him. “You both can fuck off!” He stomped off on his own. By now people began to look over at them noticing the knocked out guy on the ground.

“Tch. Mistuya get the kid out of here and cleaned up,” Draken ordered before turning to Tora. “I told you this would happen. I don't even know why you play with him like that.”

She rolled her eyes at him and turned to go after Baji.

When she finally caught up to him, he was punching a tree, growling in frustration. She stared at him, getting lost in his looks. She loved when he wore his Toman uniform. She loved his long black hair. She often loved when they were alone and he would lay on her lap as she ran her fingers through his locks while he fell asleep.

One more loud thud to the tree knocked her out of her distracting thoughts.

“It's not fair fighting the tree, it can't fight back,” she joked walking beside him to lean on the other tree.

He looked over at her, but did not speak.

“Oh giving me the silent treatment, big bad Keisuke,” she laughed at him knowing it would get under her skin.

“Leave me alone, Tora. Go hang out with Draken or Mitsuya.” He growled at her.

“Draken and Mitsuya? What do they have to do with you being an asshole?” she asked him confused.

“Cause I’m sure they would be better entertainment. Shit, go kiss Draken again. See if I care,” he responded.

“You have got to be shitting me, Baji. We were eleve. I didn't even know you! You're still on that shit?!” she yelled and stood straight up from the tree. 

“ It doesn't matter, I am over it.” he sighed, turning to face her.

“You're over what Keisuke? Me? Us?” she asked, trying to keep tears back.

“Everything To-To. I’m sick of feeling like this. I don’t need to be holding you back, ” he sighed.

“You are breaking up with me because you feel like you're holding me back? Keisuke what happened?” she spoke softly.

“I don’t wanna be a jealous asshole, but I don’t like letting you down.” he whispered, digging into his pocket pulling out a paper. It was his math exam that she helped for days to study for. He had failed. “I am a fucking idiot. You spent a week helping and prepping me for this test. You deserve someone who has a future,” he sulked.

Tora felt terrible. He had worked so hard on this test.

“That's why I was late. I didn't want to face you and at the same time I wanted to see if my teacher would let me retake it.” he stated.

“And did he?” she asked, looking at the test.

“What do you think?” he replied sarcastically.

She walked up next to him and reached in her pocket to grab the lighter her father gave her. Tora held the test up and lit it on fire in front of Baji. He stared at her amazed, she looked at him with those hypnotic eyes.

“Keisuke Baji, I hope you don’t think that I am with you because you're smart,” she flirted with him.

Baji looked confused, was she insulting him on purpose?

Tora dropped the burning paper on the ground and stomped on it. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Baji inhaled her perfume, it was his favorite.

“Baji I am with you because you're the only guy who can handle being with me. You aren’t afraid of me or my family. You aren’t intimidated that we are almost the same height. You love me for me, and you don’t get mad when I am being mean or stressed. No matter what it's always you, Keisuke Baji. No matter what, I love you, ya big dummy,” she smiled leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips.

Baji was relieved that she didn’t care about his test, or if he was super smart.

She loved him for him.

“It was kind of hot that you were jealous,” she smiled at him.

“So you really don’t mind me being a jealous asshole?” he asked, wrapping his hands around her waist.

“I can live without the asshole part, but Baji you're not an idiot. You tried your best, that's all I ask.” she smiled, leaning her head on his chest. 

“See look, Miks, they're fine! Told you Tora wouldn't kill him,” Mikey shouted.

“I didn't say that Mikey!” she stated, pushing him.

“Looks like our alone time is ruined, we better get back.” Tora smiled up at her boyfriend.

Baji smiled, showing his sharp canine teeth. He leaned down and kissed her on her forehead.

[crossoverquest]

Ideas for the Carmen Sandiego fandom’s consideration:

In the Netflix timeline, Sir Vile is in cahoots with Kneemoi. Sir Vile is a fire breathing alien who chose to disguise himself as a knight. He got his name because he’s the meanest criminal law enforcement has ever known. Kneemoi met him during one of her heists and got away from Roddenberry’s police force together when Sir Vile’s flames caused the ships under their command to overheat. They had designs on Tokyo’s electrical grid, but were opposed by Itazura and Akane, Lady Dokuso’s daughters. Dressed in blue and deep red respectively, Itazura and Akane are fox faced and hazel eyed blonde teenagers that didn’t care for crime and actually fought crime whenever it arose, which is contrary to the beliefs of people who know them. Itazura loves to play tricks on her friends and usually does so until the more serious Akane makes her stop. Carmen and Lady Dokuso’s paralysis inducing poisons were a means to Itazura and Akane’s crime fighting ends, the latter being to the former’s surprise due to her bad blood with Lady Dokuso until Akane told her that she had unrestricted access to them because Lady Dokuso had expected her to follow in her footsteps. Itazura and Akane came to the defense of Tokyo’s electrical grid because of their dependence on technology. As far as they’re concerned, getting tips on criminals in the area would be harder if Sir Vile and Kneemoi stole the grid.

“I don’t think my mother counted on me staying on the straight and narrow path. Truth be told, the idea of hanging around the Yakuza didn’t take and V.I.L.E as a whole for that matter are beneath me.”

-Akane

[aidendh]

BSD! OC! Karma Hinata | P2

-:Trivia:-

At a very young age, Karma was sold to slave dealers and later taken in by Casino Blanc

He was forced to wear a collar that was controlled by King's (Ace's father) Ability

In the Casino Blanc Arc, his version of Fyodor vs Ace happened, and he was adopted by Fyodor alongside Hazel

Karma has a Yellow ribbon around his choker, it was given to him by Fyodor as a promise to find a way to remove his collar

He and his siblings were taught manners and formal talk by their Father

Atsushi often play fights with his siblings, however he gets extremely rough, often ending up with an injured Karma

His Family often does big get-togethers, often being housed at his Aunt Cho's place

Out of all of his siblings, he is closest to Nagisa and Atsushi

Karma rejoined the Port Mafia to spy for his Father and to fulfill his dream of becoming the boss

His father stole the Dragon Miraculous for him

His disguised Choker is Silver with a Blue Topaz gem

In the Port Mafia, he is only know by his first name 'Karma', his colleges think it's just an edgy alias

After Fyodor's death, Zvezda (his Chinchilla) would choose to look after Karma

Victor is an orphan, with a teleportation ability, he took in and works under him in the Port Mafia

He infiltrated another Yakuza and earned the leaders trust to save Galina from Ability experimentation, his father adopted her after that

His collar is eventually destroyed by Kuuske Saiki's younger sibling

Karma doesn't normally have a temper, but Atsushi seems to know how to push all of his buttons

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Victor's Ability

Traveler's Prayer* Teleportation

He cups his hands together to build up white light which will eventually envelope him and his targets  to teleport them to the location he visualizes

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Tempest's elemental marks are on the back of his hoodie

He also has ripped trousers which look like shorts

It took him years to finally come up with a name for his Miraculous form

Shadow! Karma takes on a draconic form and can wield the same elements as the Miraculous

-:Cannon Timeline:-

Karma Hinata (Port Mafia Executive)

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A Mafia Executive who admires his Father and Uncle

The Mentor of Victor and his adoptive Father

Miraculous: Gem Choker

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Tempest (Dragon! Karma)

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A Miraculous User who protects the Port Mafia

Power: __ Dragon*  Turns into Water, Wind or Lightning

Miraculous: Bulb Choker

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[rocorambles]

Possession

Pairing: Kuroo x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Yakuza/Gang AU, Forced/Arranged Marriage, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Humiliation, Forced Food Play, Threatened Pet Play, Implied/Hinted Infidelity, Possessive Behavior

Summary: You learn the hard way just how possessive Kuroo Tetsurou is of his belongings.

You don’t know much about Kuroo Tetsurou other than the fact that he’s an objectively attractive man and that he isn’t the normal wealthy businessman that he pretends to be. It’s practically a widely known “secret” that he’s the heir of an elite Yakuza family.

But never in your life would you have ever thought you would become entangled with such a dangerous man and you vaguely wonder if this is what a deer in headlights feels like as you’re petrified when he and his entourage rudely barge into your home out of the blue one day.

“Marry me and I’ll clear your family’s debts.”

You’re not naive enough to be unaware of the gambling, alcohol, and drug addictions that your father and brother are guilty of and you’re not stupid enough to think that Kuroo is really giving you a choice. His words are law and yet you still feel betrayed after the decades that Nekoma had left you alone, knowing there was nothing to gain from threatening you or using you as leverage against your scumbag family members who could care less about you and your fate. So why focus their attention on you now?

Kuroo is not a good man, but he considers himself a fair man. You reap what you sow. And it’s why he had left you alone, only relentlessly hounding your father and brother to pay back their accumulated debts. You don’t mean a thing to him, but internal politics have forced his hand. He doesn’t necessarily believe in love, but he had thought he would have found some woman to marry and bear an heir for him. Turns out even that bare minimum is hard to find and he scoffs at the memories of money hungry vixens, spies of other Yakuza families sent to seduce him, and countless other worthless whores who had sought his attention.

But he has no choice but to announce a wife soon per family protocol and to show that the Kuroo lineage will continue strongly and you’re the only woman he can think of who has no ulterior motive against him, who has no family or friends who will or can do anything to stop him. He knows everything about you after years of having your father and brother in his debt and you’re the safest bet to get the job done. Just another poor soul left abandoned in a sketchy part of town that will seemingly disappear from existence with few if any raised brows or questions.

You don’t really know what to expect as Kuroo Tetsurou’s fiance and you brace yourself for unwanted caresses, fake proclamations of love, maybe even being bound to his bed until your marriage. But none of the above ever happens and you’re surprisingly hurt and wary of how cold and disinterested he acts towards you, practically ignoring your existence and barely uttering any words or even looking at you when the two of you happen to cross paths.

You’re nothing more than a means to an end and you can’t help but feel humiliated as he casually tosses expensive clothing, bags, and jewelry your way. It’s clear he sees you as nothing more than a glorified doll or pet, something he can just throw money at and call it a day. And it only becomes more obvious that you’re just something for him to possess when he clips a gorgeous, almost ostentatious diamond necklace around your neck at your official engagement party. It’s beautiful, but you see past the pretty sparkles, see it for the collar it actually is, for the sign of his ownership of you.

But as much as you hate the weight of it around your neck, as suffocated as you feel with every second it lays wrapped around you, you know better than to remove it and you grimace at the flicker of appraisal you see in hazel eyes whenever Kuroo’s gaze lingers on the extravagant strand.

Yet you wonder if it would have been better if he had kept his distance, if you should have been grateful for how he kept you at arm’s length despite his unspoken possessiveness. Loneliness is better than the fear and violation you feel on your wedding night as Kuroo pins you to the bed, barely a flicker of emotion on his face other than a sigh and a low groan every now and then as he robotically pistons in and out of you, the sheer size of his cock spearing you open and the feeling of being used little more than a breeding hole bringing tears to your eyes. And when he pulls out after dutifully staining your womb, he silently turns to his side, his back facing you, not a single touch, word, or even a glance in your direction.

Night after night it’s the same. The only relief you have is the way your body molds to his form, the way you’re literally being trained to take Kuroo’s shaft at a moment’s notice. At worst you can just lay there and take it. At best if you really close your eyes and imagine apathetic hazel eyes replaced with a loving gaze, you can even feel pleasure. But it always ends the same and you curl into yourself, burrowing under luxurious linens in search of some semblance of comfort when Kuroo immediately separates himself from you after stuffing you full of his seed.

You’ve never felt more relieved than when you see the positive results on your pregnancy test and although it’s lonely being utterly ignored again and untouched as Kuroo avoids you like the plague with his duty to his clan now complete, you know this is the better option. In a way life almost seems normal as you’re given more freedom and privileges to leave the compound to go on walks and shopping trips. The perks of being the mother of a prestigious clan’s heir you suppose and other than the entourage of bodyguards that surround and trail you, you enjoy yourself as you slowly take back your life.

Kuroo never visits you or talks to you other than the occasional shared meal and event the two of you need to attend for appearance sake. And despite the gold band around your ring finger and your growing stomach, it’s easy to forget that you have a husband, that you’re a taken woman, especially when none of this was ever really your choice. Maybe that’s why when the cashier of the cafe you visit almost on a daily basis for a pastry begins to become fond of you, sneaking free desserts to you, showering you with smiles and small talk, insisting on sitting with you and keeping you company on his breaks, you let him.

There’s not even an ounce of guilt or a single thought of Kuroo as you bask in the worker’s attention, heart fluttering and warming at the idea of someone genuinely caring for you and liking you. After all you don’t plan on letting this ever evolve into anything outside the cafe doors and don’t you deserve to be loved? To be treated like a woman? To daydream about a romance you never got to have?

You don’t think Kuroo would care much even if he did find out and you’re sure he’s too busy playing with the countless bodies that warm his bed every night he spends away from you.

Oh how wrong you are.

Being raised as an only child means Kuroo’s never had to share his belongings much and as he’s grown older, he’s found he doesn’t much like sharing. And you’re no exception. So when one of your bodyguards sends him a photo of you smiling, eyes sparkling as you look at the cafe worker sitting across from you and when he sees the look of desire in the employee’s eyes, jealousy tears through him.

He knows it’s unwarranted, that you had practically been forced to bear his name, his child. But hasn’t he provided for you? Hasn’t he gifted you anything you could possibly want and more? Doesn’t he ensure that you’re fed with the finest ingredients and dishes money can buy? And you dare spit in his face and directly betray him like this? Flirting with another man when you’re stuffed full of his child?

“Clear my schedule for the week and make sure I’m not disturbed. I’m going to be spending some quality time with my dear wife.”

Sweet words, but the tone they’re spoken in is anything but and the hard glint in hazel eyes betrays that you won’t be enjoying your alone time with your husband.

Your eyes are heavy with sleep when your bedroom door suddenly slams open. Terrified, you shoot up into a seated position, eyes rapidly blinking to erase the bleariness as you look to see who’s intruded at such a late hour, only for your heart to pound even harder and faster when you realize it’s your husband.

“Kuroo, I- I didn’t expect you tonight-”

You jolt, cowering when you’re cut off by your door slamming shut, the sound of Kuroo turning the lock and trapping both of you inside almost deafening in the silence. And then you’re pinned to the bed by hazel eyes fiercely glaring at you, trying to somehow sink into the cushioned surface as your husband stalks towards you, discarding his clothes piece by piece along the way.

“When you signed the contract regarding our agreement, you forfeited your life over to me. When you signed our marriage license, you became mine and mine alone. Correct?”

You hesitantly nod.

“And that’s my child growing inside of you, isn’t it?”

Again you shakily nod.

“Since we’re on the same page on all of that, what makes you think it’s okay to blatantly flirt with another man? To entice someone and flaunt yourself at someone who clearly desires you?”

Your heart sinks and you’re stuttering, mouth trying to form words and failing as Kuroo finally reaches the edge of your mattress, slamming his arms on either side of your head, hovering over you, a knee strategically placed between your thighs.

“Maybe I should just keep you chained to my bed.”

You see red, not thinking straight as you froth and rave. Anxiety, desperation, and hopelessness at his words has you lashing out in any way you can and Kuroo looks on amused as you hiss venomous words at him like a cornered animal who realizes there’s no way out. He patiently waits, gazing down at you as you shout at him, asking him why he even cares what you do in your free time when he just ignores you all the time, when he practically pretends you don’t exist, when you’re sure he’s been warming his bed with more than enough partners to make up for the lack of intimacy between you two.

And when you’re done, chest heaving, mouth panting as you try to catch your breath after your tirade, he mockingly coos down at you, a smirk playing on his lips as he places a chaste kiss to your lips, laughing when you flinch at the physical contact.

“You’re right, sweetheart. You don’t mean a thing to me. But you do belong to me and I don’t share my belongings. Honestly it just sounds like you missed me. Is that why you decided to act like a whore? Because you were lonely? Well then, let me fix that and remind you exactly who owns you.”

You flail, hands shoving against Kuroo’s chest, legs and knees attempting to kick up and out at anything they can reach. But it’s of no use and Kuroo just chuckles as he easily pins you down, taunting you with saccharinely sweet reminders to behave and relax. “After all, you don’t want to harm the life growing inside of you, right?” You freeze at his words, hands protectively wrapping around your stomach and he coldly smiles.

“Good girl. Now let me give you that attention you were so desperate for.”

Looking back, you think you prefer the cold, indifferent way Kuroo had fucked his seed into you, treating you as little more than something to breed, to ensure his claim as heir. At least there was no pretense that it was anything more than that, more than an obligation on both your ends.

This feels too passionate, too tangible and your face and body heat at the hungry look in hazel eyes, the possessiveness in his hold. You can feel the imaginary noose of his ownership over you tightening as he takes his time to explore every inch of you with his tongue, teeth, and hands, can feel his smirks as he pinpoints and maps all your weak points, exploiting them until you’re moaning and writhing underneath him. You try to deny him the pleasure of seeing you fall apart because of him, but it’s no use and humiliated tears fill your eyes as he intently stares at you as his fingers curl in and out of you, his thumb toying with your clit, his mouth sucking a pert nipple, a self-satisfied smug expression evident on his face as your back arches and you climax around his fingers, convulsing and trembling as he doesn’t stop even after you’ve come back down, driving you into overstimulation.

You can’t keep track of how many times he’s had you falling over the edge, how many orgasms he’s forced out of you. It’s dizzying how easily he goes back and forth between fucking you rough and fast, treating you like a filthy sex toy to bend and break as he pleases, to gently but thoroughly making love to you in a mockery of true physical intimacy between lovers. You fade in and out of consciousness, falling asleep and waking up to the feeling of his mouth, his fingers, his cock thrusting in and out of every hole, the taste and feeling of thick seed heavy in your mouth, your cunt, your ass, all over your body.

Hours pass. Days pass. It’s all a blur of humiliation and pleasure as you’re forced to eat your meals in lewd ways, only allowed to eat off his body or out of his hands, threatened to be forced fed out of a dog bowl if you don’t stop resisting. Everything is closely monitored by your husband, every trip to the bathroom, every shower and bath not taken without your husband pressed against you, his hands and mouth lingering on you in some shape or form. And then a week is done and you can’t even feel or think, body exhausted, mind broken as your naked figure lays sprawled across your bed, barely registering the tender kiss Kuroo presses against your lips as he dresses and readies himself to return to business.

You gratefully wait for his footsteps to recede, for the sound of your bedroom door closing behind his exit, for the peace of finally being left alone. But you should have known that it would be too good to be true for this to be completely over and you quietly sob at his parting words.

“I’ll make sure to be a better husband and give my poor lonely wife all the attention she wants and more. You’ll never be lonely ever again, sweetheart.”

You flinch at the cruel laughter that follows his mocking, not even having to look up to see the pleased sneer on his face as he finally leaves you to wallow in your despair.

[cobaltusami]

Self conscious

Aaaahhhh this was so so SO much fun to write, Fuyuhiko Is my second favorite character from Goodbye Despair. I love this smol Yakuza boi so much. I wanted to do something sort of body positive, I'm not sure how well I did In that regard, But I love how this turned out either way. It's just so much fun to me. <3

Holy shit, It just occurred to me that this Is now my longest fic. and I wrote It In eight hours with breaks-- Dayum.

Also bonus fun points because Kuzuhina Is one of my favorite ships from the game-

Characters: Lee!Fuyuhiko, Ler!Hajime

Words: 4196 (It's a long boi)

Pairing: Kuzuhina

also mentions of MahiruXHiyoko

The sound of the ocean waves crashing against the sand, the warm sunlight enveloping his skin, the gentle cooling breeze dancing from tree to tree… It was almost relaxing enough to put Hajime to sleep.

Almost.

However, being pelted with a water balloon ruined that relaxing atmosphere.

He let out a shriek, jolting upright from his lying position on the newly soaked beach towel in the sand. His eyes darted around, offended, until they landed on the doubled over laughing perpetrator. Of course It was Ibuki.

“Bahahahaha! You should have seen your face! Ibuki thought you were going to have a heart attack!” She cackled, holding her ribs with one arm and pointing with the other.

Hajime should have known better than to relax, especially with Ibuki around. He sighed and stood up. “Yeah yeah, Very funny Ibuki…”

He felt something hard and plastic press Into his back, he quickly shot a questioning glance over his shoulder, meeting Chiaki’s gaze.

“It’s dangerous to go alone, Take this.” She whispered, He reached around and took the water gun from her. He winked and whispered his thanks, keeping the toy concealed from Ibuki’s line of sight.

“You think you’re sooooo funny, Don’t you Ibuki?” He smiled, shuffling closer to the laughing rockstar.

“Ibuki doesn’t think she’s funny, She thinks she’s hilarious!” She laughed, tears formed In the corner of her eyes. She was completely oblivious to her impending doom.

“Yeah,” He sighed, an evil grin on his face. “Well I think that this Is funny!”

The ‘this’ he was referring to, was blasting Ibuki in the face with a cold stream of water from the Water gun. She shrieked in surprise, still giggling as she brought her hands up to protect herself.

“Mayday mayday! Target has obtained a weapon! ABORT MISSION!” She went running off, With Hajime chasing after her laughing.

The other students laughed as they watched the two, joining In on the game by grabbing their own water guns.

Soon almost all of the students were enveloped In a water gun battle.

Well, Almost all.

Fuyuhiko remained in his spot In the shade under the tree, his arms crossed as he watched the others playing and having fun. Even Peko had joined In on the fight, throwing water balloons left and right like a friggin ninja.

He rolled his eyes with a fond smile watching their antics.

“Fuyu?”

He quickly stopped smiling as he looked away from the beach, looking up at a now dripping with water Hajime. “Y-Yeah?”

“Do you wanna join In? I’ll get you a water gun an--”

“No.” was his curt response. “I don’t.”

“Are you sure? You look kind of lonely over here all by yourself…” Hajime sat down In the grass next to him, pulling off his shirt and wringing it out.

Fuyuhiko glanced at him for a moment then quickly darted his eyes away, flustered. “I-I already said I don’t want to.”

“Will you at least change Into something beachy? That suit has to be uncomfortable.”

“No way!”

Hajime raised an eyebrow, questioning the urgency of his tone and the quickness of his response.

Fuyuhiko blushed, quickly thinking up a reason. “You’ll just shoot me with water if I do!”

He has a reason, but there’s no way In hell he’s going to talk about It. He’s insecure about his body.

“I promise I won’t?” the taller boy tried, thrown off by his odd behavior.

The young Yakuza shook his head. “No way.” he stood up and hurried inside the beach house, abruptly ending the conversation.

Hajime blinked in confusion. What was that about?

He wasn’t sure, But he knew someone who would be.

“Peko?” He approached the swordswoman, who was in the middle of cleaning off her glasses with a towel. “Can I ask you something?”

She looked up curiously, pausing her actions. “Sure. What Is It Hajime?”

“It’s about Fuyu.”

Her red eyes darted over to where Fuyuhiko had previously been sitting. “What’s wrong with Young master? Where did he go?”

“He went inside, He’s fine I think…” Hajime responded, putting the swordswoman at ease. “Does he have a fear of water or something?”

“Hm? Not that I am aware of. Why do you ask?”

“Because I asked him if he wanted to join us and he said no. Then he got kind of agitated when I suggested he change into some beach attire.”

She sighed softly, continuing to clean off her glasses. “Ah. I see now… Young Master Is, how should I put this… Self-conscious.”

“Self-Conscious? Of what?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“His body. He Is smaller than most boys his age.” She replied, putting her glasses back on and wrapping the towel around her shoulders. “He hates showing off his body.”

Hajime frowned as he looked back at the beach house, He wouldn’t have pushed him so much if he had known that.

“Don’t feel guilty. You had no way of knowing.” Peko said as she put a hand on his shoulder.

“I still feel bad though. I knew he felt self conscious about his height but I didn’t even think about his body.”

“Perhaps I should go check on him, If you are that concerned.”

“No! No It’s okay, I’ll go check on him. You go back to playing with the others.” Hajime interjected. This was the first time he’d really seen her let loose and have fun, He didn’t want to be the reason she stopped.

She gave a small tilt of her head. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I can handle him. Go have fun.” He smiled reassuringly at the woman, She gave one last skeptical glance before getting hit with two water balloons in the back by a wildly cackling Kazuichi and Ibuki.

She narrowed her eyes, Holding out her hand. “Hajime, I am going to need your weapon.”

Hajime chuckled at her dead serious demeanor and handed her the toy gun. “Don’t murder them.”

“I make no promises.” She replied, whipping around and pumping the water pressure slide on the gun. “Which one of you wants to die first?!”

Kazuichi and Ibuki screamed and went running with Peko chasing after them.

Hajime laughed and shook his head at them before making his way up the beach house stairs and into the building.

“Ugh,” Fuyu had lowered his book to see who came inside, but upon seeing it was Hajime he quickly brought it back up covering his face. “What the hell do you want? I already said I’m not joining you guys.”

“I know, I’m not here to ask that.” He replied softly.

He pulled out the chair across from Fuyuhiko and dragged It over to the spot at the table next to him before sitting down.

The Yakuza glanced up from his book again for a moment, a skeptical look on his face. “Then why are you…?”

“I’m here to apologize.” Hajime answered.

“Apologize?” He parroted, more confused than before.

“I didn’t mean to pressure you earlier, I just wanted to include you In on the fun.” He said. “I didn’t realize that you were self conscious about your body.”

Fuyuhiko’s face turned bright pink with embarrassment, His hazel eyes widening with surprise. “W-What?! I’m not fucking self conscious! Where the fuck would you get that idea!?”

Hajime blinked. “It’s okay to be self conscious, There’s nothing wrong with feel--”

“I am NOT self conscious! I just don’t like getting blasted with water!” Fuyuhiko shot back, crossing his arms stubbornly.

“Fuyu?”

“W-What!?”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Excuse me??”

“If you aren’t self conscious… Take off your shirt.”

Fuyuhiko kicked out his chair from the table, aggressively shrugging off his jacket and tossing it on the floor. Next he undid his tie and dropped it on top of his jacket. He did all this without breaking eye contact with Hajime.

Hajime folded his arms as he watched with a skeptical look, It was as if he was challenging him with his gaze.

The Yakuza started to unbutton his dress shirt but stopped halfway. Without his jacket to obscure his frame even a little, He already felt shy.

He crossed his arms and looked away from the brunette. “I can’t.” He mumbled under his breath.

“What?”

“I SAID I CAN’T!” He snapped, clearly flustered. “Are you fucking happy now!? Yes! CONGRATULATIONS YOU FIGURED IT OUT! I’m fucking self conscious!”

Hajime frowned and hooked his leg around Fuyu’s chair leg, Pulling him closer without any protests. “Hey, It’s okay. Everyone has something they’re self conscious about.” He reassured the embarrassed boy In front of him.

“Yeah right.” He muttered, still refusing to meet Hajime’s eyes.

“It’s true. Even I’m self conscious.”

Fuyu rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not.” He insisted.

“What do you have to be self conscious about? Look at you…” The tips of his ears turned pink as he blushed more.

Hajime smiled a little and reached forward, starting to button Fuyuhiko’s shirt back up for him. “I can’t make people laugh. I can’t tell a joke to save my life… I’m not funny.”

“It’s because you’re trying too hard. You’re someone who is unintentionally--” Fuyuhiko immediately clamped his mouth shut, flinching rather violently as he felt Hajime’s fingers graze his ribs accidentally.

Hajime paused what he was doing, his hands hovering over the buttons of the white dress shirt still. “What was…”

“N-Nothing!” Fuyu stuttered, pushing his hands back. “Listen… I appreciate the attempt to make me feel better but-- HEY!”

The blond yelped as he felt a few fingers poke experimentally Into his side, He reached down and grabbed his hands, holding them away from his body. “Will you fucking stop that!?”

The Yakuza didn’t appreciate the grin on Hajime’s face. “Oh, Fuyu… I might be able to make you laugh after all~” He said teasingly, trying to pull his hands free.

Fuyuhiko narrowed his eyes at the other boy, keeping his hands in a vice grip. “Don’t you fucking dare!” He hissed.

“Don’t I dare what?” Hajime asked innocently, batting his eyelashes at the smaller boy.

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

“I won’t.”

“Liar!”

“Will you relax? I’m not gonna touch you. Can I have my hands back now? I’m kind of losing feeling in them.”

Fuyu watched him closely as he slowly released his hands. Hajime made a show of shaking them to regain feeling. “See? Have I touched you?”

“N-No… I guess n-nahahaha! You fucking lihihihied!” Fuyuhiko giggled boyishly, doubling over in his seat to block as many spots as possible.

Hajime grinned as he dusted his fingertips along his exposed neck, when he brought his shoulders up to try to protect the sensitive spot he darted his hands into his partially open shirt and began tickling his ribs. “I didn’t lie, I’m not touching you… I’m tickling you. There’s a big difference.” He winked at the laughing boy.

“Ihihihif you don’t stahahahap right nohohohow, I’m going to kihihihill you!” The blond laughed, writhing under his torturously gentle touch.

“Ooh I’m so scared~ Is the big bad Yakuza gonna kill me dead In my sleep?” Hajime laughed, paying special attention to a sensitive spot near the bottom of his ribs. “C’mon, How am I supposed to be scared? You’re so adorable when you’re being tickled!” he cooed.

The young Kuzuryu’s neck and ears turned red from that, He brought his leg up to try to kick Hajime away. “Stahahap! Dohohon’t fahahahacking tehehease me you jeheherk!”

Not only did he not succeed In kicking him, Hajime caught his leg and held it firmly in his lap as he administered tickles to the top and underside of his knee. “I’m afraid that’s gonna be impossible, You’re just too cute not to tease~” He hummed In reply.

Fuyuhiko squealed and desperately tried to pull his leg back, laughing much harder than before. “N-NOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHA!”

Hajime glanced down at his hand, noticing every time his laughter spiked It was because he was scribbling against the spot above his knee. “You have ticklish thighs, Fuyu?” He asked amusedly, now honing In on that spot.

Fuyuhiko spazzed out, His body flailing at the electric sensations coursing through him. Unfortunately that meant he also threw himself out of his chair.

As soon as Hajime realized what had happened he was quick to follow, Kneeling beside the still lightly giggling boy. “F-Fuyu?! Are you okay?? I’m so sorry, I didn’t think you would fall…”

He gently pulled the blond up into a sitting position and was checking his head for any injuries when Fuyu waved him off. “I-I’m fine…” He reassured, still recovering.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that, It’s nice. You should laugh more often.” Hajime smiled.

“Y-Yeah yeah… whatever.”

He thought about It. Maybe that wasn’t the worst thing he’s ever been through… It was actually kind of fun to let loose. He was still super self conscious about his body but for a minute he forgot about that, only focusing on the sensations and laughing.

Then again, Maybe It's the possible concussion talking.

He blushed as he shook his head. “I’m just glad you didn’t hear my real laugh.” He mumbled. “It’s really obnoxious.”

“Your real laugh?” Hajime tilted his head, his curiosity piqued.

“Yeah, when I laugh hard enough I snort.” He calmly replied.

“Okay, I have to hear that.” He laughed, slowly raising his hands.

“Keep your fucking hands to yourself.” Fuyuhiko narrowed his eyes half-heartedly. What he wanted to say was; ‘Go for it.’ but Yakuza pride and all that.

Hajime Isn’t an idiot, he can tell Fuyuhiko likes the attention but won’t admit it. And he isn’t going to make him uncomfortable by making him admit it.

“Who’s gonna stop me? You? I’m so scared.” Hajime smirked, quickly he pulled the Yakuza into his lap and pinned him against his body. “Now, Wanna make It easier on us both and tell me your ticklish spot~?” He asked teasingly.

Fuyuhiko squirmed, seeing If escape was even physically possible. It wasn’t. “Go to hell.” He growled, blushing.

“Suit yourself.” He shrugged, undoing the rest of his shirt buttons. Using both hands he ghosted his fingertips across the exposed sides.

Fuyu immediately began giggling again, his body actually relaxing under the soft touches. It wasn’t unbearable or torturous, but gentle and pleasant instead.

Hajime smiled at the string of bright laughter moving to his ribs brought about. He massaged his fingers in small careful circles against the ticklish bones. “Come on Fuyu~ There’s only a few spots I haven’t tried… If I have to find your tickle spot myself I’m really not gonna be nice~”

“Fuhuhahahahack you!” Fuyuhiko retorted, squirming aimlessly.

“That’s not very nice.” Hajime pouted, shoving his hands under the Yakuza’s arms. His fingers drilled and wiggled unrelentingly, which drew hysterical laughter from the smaller of the two.

“NAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP!”

“I would, But you sort of have my hands trapped and… Well, since they are, I might as well tickle you~” He teased, obviously pleased with himself for turning the tough Yakuza into a laughing heap in his arms.

“HAHAHAHAJIME! I WIHIHIHILL STAHAHAB YOU!”

“No you won’t.” Hajime smirked.

He continued to torture the blond student for a bit longer before ‘freeing’ his hands and brushing his fingers across his quivering stomach teasingly. “How about here? Is this a bad spot, Giggles~?”

The boy let out a shriek as he quickly brought his hands down over top of Hajime’s, trying to pry them away out of instinct. “Dohohon’t!” He tittered, blushing.

“Ooh, Looks like It is!” He declared, unfazed by Fuyuhiko’s attempts to stop him. His fingers gracefully descended on his soft belly.

Fuyu shrieked again, throwing his head back with loud bright laughter. His body jolted, and was sent flying out of his lap by the intensity of his flailing.

Hajime froze, did that seriously just happen a second time? He didn’t stay frozen for long, He sat on his legs to pin him down. “There, Since you’re on the floor you shouldn’t be able to fall for a third time.” He laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.

Fuyuhiko’s face couldn’t get any brighter pink. He wrapped his arms around his midsection to hide his body and protect his stomach. “Okay, You found one of my worst spots… congratu-fucking-lations… Now let me up.”

“Oh no, I’m not letting you out of this. I warned you what would happen If you didn’t tell me, Didn’t I?” He hummed. “Although, I think Instead of being mean, I’m going to be nice instead…”

Although the tickles that he unleashed on his poor belly weren’t very nice. His fingers scribbled mercilessly against the sensitive skin.

“KYAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAP!”

“Look at this cute ticklish belly, It’s just begging for affection. And what better affection than tickles?” He grinned at the whine that slipped past his lips.

“THIS IHIHIHIHISN’T BEING NIHIHIHICE!” He whined between laughs.

“Yes It Is. I’m going to compliment every spot I tickle so that you feel a little bit better about your body by the time I’m done.” He replied. “I think that sounds pretty nice to me~”

Fuyuhiko covered his face with his hands, hiding his embarrassment.

“I like all the freckles across your skin, It makes you unique and It looks adorable~”

He switched to skittering his nails across his trembling stomach, drawing some higher pitched laughs from the boy. “I also like how your skin turns pink after a little bit of tickling.”

“BAHAHAHAHASTARD STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!”

“Nope!” Hajime leaned down and blew a raspberry against his belly button.

“NAAAAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAJIME N-NAHAHAT THAT!” He laughed hysterically.

Just as he said, He began to snort between laughs. It was absolutely precious to the younger of the two.

“So what If your frame Is smaller? At least you have all your organs and bones, like your ribs for example.” He winked, fluttering his fingers across his ribcage. “There’s definitely twenty four of em. Unless you want me to count~?”

“Nohohohoho! *snort* Don’t you fucking dahahahare *snort* You bahahahastahahahard!”

“Well, Maybe I better count. Just In case.” He winked, Starting from the bottom set of ribs he worked his way up teasingly, Counting as he did.

So this was how Fuyu was going to die? Not the most dignified death in the world but… There’s worse ways to go, he supposed.

“Yep! All twenty four ribs!” Once he finished he skittered his fingers across Fuyu’s neck. “Your skin is really soft and tender, Perfect for tickling~”

“I wihihihill ehehehehend you!” He giggled.

“Shush! Let me hype you up.” Hajime laughed, going back and forth between neck, chest, ribs and underarms. Keeping Fuyuhiko In stitches. (and snorting, much to his chagrin.) “So what If you're not as tall? I think your height suits you. Plus, It makes it easier to pick you up and smother you with tickles.”

“Okahahahahay! Okahahay! *snort* Ehehehenough! Plehehehehease!”

Hajime relented, sensing he’d had enough. He sat down on the floor next to him and watched his chest rise and fall as he gasped for air.

Fuyuhiko brought his hands up and wiped the tears away from his face with his sleeves. “Oh my… God…” he panted.

“So, Are you feeling any better?” He asked with a grin.

“Y-Yeah… Th-Thanks…” Fuyu blushed as he sat up. “But… If you tell anybody what just happened--”

“Don’t worry, It’ll be our little secret.” Hajime winked, smiling at the flustered Yakuza.

“I can’t believe you think I’m cute. I am not fucking cute.” he huffed, crossing his arms.

Hajime blushed. Huh, He didn’t realize how that might sound without the proper context… Of course he didn’t mean romantically initially but.

He also didn’t feel any need to clarify this.

Is this inner conflict between platonic feelings and romantic feelings what being bi Is like? (Yes. Yes It Is. at least In my experience--)

“I can’t believe you think you aren’t cute.” Hajime retorted. “If I find out you’re feeling self conscious or dissing on yourself again, I will find you, and I will wreck you with compliments and tickles.”

Fuyuhiko gave a cheeky grin. “Is that supposed to deter me? You think I’m afraid of you?”

Hajime smirked and stood up, offering his hand to pull him to his feet. “You should be. Because you said I found one of your worst spots, Not the worst one… which means I still need to find it. And when I do, there will be no mercy.”

Fuyuhiko shuddered internally as he took Hajime’s hand and got to his feet.

“I’m not going to pressure you but… I might have a temporary solution If you wanted to join us.” Hajime said, going over to where he left his swim bag. From it he produced a tee shirt. “You could wear this with your swim trunks so that you don’t have to walk around shirtless.”

The Yakuza’s expression softened. “I didn’t bring my swim bag.”

“Peko did. She thought you might change your mind.” Hajime looked up at Fuyu and smiled, standing back up. He set the clean shirt on the table and ruffled Fuyu’s hair as he walked past. “If you change your mind…” He lingered in the doorway, looking back at him. “I’d love It if you joined us-- Uh, I mean, WE would love it-- Oh, You know what I mean.”

Flustered, The usually tsundere boy hurried back to the beach, Leaving behind the smiling Ultimate Yakuza.

“There you are! You sure were gone a while.” Mahiru sighed. “What were you off doing anyway?”

“Was Young master okay?” Peko asked, suddenly at his side.

“Fiend, Why Is your face so red? Are you possessed by a demon!?” Gundham asked.

“Did someone say Demon possession?” Sonia practically bounced over, Her eyes sparkling excitedly at the prospect.

Hajime stammered, Trying to process his words. “I-I was at the beach house with Fuyuhiko, He’s okay Peko.” He answered both Mahiru and Peko at the same time before turning to Gundham and Sonia. “No, I’m not possessed by a demon.”

“Aww...” Sonia pouted momentarily.

“Then why is your face so red? Did you forget the Human uv protection barrier?” Gundham asked, crossing his arms.

Hajime blinked. “The what?”

“Sunscreen?” Sonia asked, Turning back to Hajime after Gundham nodded in response to her question. “His face does not look sunburnt. Actually his face looks like it is going back to it’s normal color.”

“So that means Hajime was totally blushing!” Ibuki giggled. “What went on In that beach house, I wonder.”

Hajime’s face went red again as he was swiftly reminded of the reason he was blushing in the first place. “Sh-Shut up Ibuki!”

“Did something happen with Young master?” Peko asked curiously.

“N-No, Of course not! I-- GAH!” Hajime yelled In surprise as he was pelted with a water balloon, He whipped around In the direction it came from, Expecting Soda or Chiaki to have thrown It but instead finding Fuyuhiko.

He stood there barefoot In the sand, wearing swim trunks and Hajime’s shirt, which looked baggy on him and obscured his frame.

Peko’s face lit up, As did Hajime’s. The others were shocked.

“Hey Dumbass! Don’t lie to them. The truth Is I was going to stay inside but he cheered me up and convinced me to join you all.” He smirked, winking at Hajime who smiled lightheartedly.

“Well, There goes my fun! Who said he could join us??” Hiyoko pouted.

Chiaki sidled up to Fuyuhiko, handing him a rather large water gun with a bright smile. “Upgrade unlocked.”

Fuyuhiko grinned and took it from her. “Target acquired.” He responded, Locking eyes with Hiyoko as he pumped the water pressure slide.

The dancer screamed and took off running with Fuyuhiko on her tail. “NOOOO! MAHIRU HELP!”

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Fuyu called after her.

Mahiru and Hajime exchanged looks, cracking up laughing at their friends. “I’ll get my girlfriend to be nice if you go call off your boyfriend.” She said jokingly.

Hajime blushed, laughing along with her. “Deal.”

“Hiyoko! Over here!” Mahiru called, taking off running after her girlfriend.

“Fuyuhiko! Stop it, she’s already deeeaaad!” Hajime called after his friend, Laughing. He took off running after him too.

Chiaki leaned against Peko, sighing dramatically. “I think we pushed them In the right direction today.”

Peko nodded, patting the Gamer’s head. “It was smart of you to bring Fuyuhiko’s bag. How did you know he would change his mind?”

“I had a feeling. Thanks for carrying it for me, It would have looked suspicious If I’d been spotted with it.” Chiaki smiled sweetly up at the swordswoman. “Good work getting Hajime to go check on him. I don’t think either of them saw us In the doorway.”

Peko faintly smiled, watching Fuyuhiko get thrown over Hajime’s shoulder and carried away from Hiyoko. “I don’t think so either. Not that they could have heard us over Young Master’s laughter.”

Chiaki giggled as she watched Hajime getting sprayed down with the water gun now. “Mischief managed~”

[yanderemommabean]

May I please ask for Overhaul in the Yandere Purge?

“I would advise you not to run. It’ll only take up our time.” Overhaul voices sternly, striding closer to you as you scramble to get off of the floor and try running again. He sighs, reaching to grip your arm in a gloved hand, stalling your movements abruptly.

“I promise, I don’t see you as an expendable chess piece like I do the others. You’re no mere puppet to me, you’re so much more”. He gives a head tilt as he looks you up and down, allowing his fingers to gently brush over your skin as you try and wriggle your way out of his hold.

You had blemishes all across your skin from how long and hard you’ve been running. Hiding away in disgusting conditions such as this was absolutely unacceptable, and he won’t have you breathing in such toxic air! “Look at you. Filthy and bruised. You need to come with me”.

You shake your head, sobbing as the yakuza boss only ignores you and yanks you up to your feet. “Why all of these tears? They’re so unsightly. Did my men scare you? If that’s so I’ll deal with them, I assure you. You don’t need to fear anything dear”.

You look over his shoulder to see the men who trapped you in this warehouse in the first place, making you fall into the trap Kai so meticulously set up. He wipes your tears with his gloved thumb, and smiles behind his mask as he admires how your eyes glimmered from the wetness.

“Even when in such disgusting conditions, you look absolutely breath taking. C’mon, I’ll escort you home, the others will keep us safe from attacks”.

He left no room for argument, and you decided to keep your mouth shut. There was no escape with so many people after you, and no point in begging when the man was dead set on having you. His power alone in the yakuza was enough to make you tremble, but his quirk only amplified your horror.

All you could do to stay alive and in one piece, was obey. Overhaul kept a tight grip on your arm, partly to keep you reminded of how strong he is but also because he couldn’t believe he finally had ahold of you. His selfish desires could finally be lived out in full, and it was such a euphoric realization!

After he gets you to his home, he tells his men to watch and block all exits and doors. He slides off his mask and ruffled his hair a bit, and begins undoing his shirt as he tells you to follow him. “Follow me. We’re going to clean up”.

“N-no! Please! I don’t want this!” You blurt out, covering your mouth a splitsecond after, feeling your heart drop to your stomach as his hazel eyes pierce yours. His expression was one of anger, mixed with demanding. You wanted to cut off your own tongue for trying to tell the villain no.

Kai walks back over to you, and lifts you up with ease, pressing your form against the wall. Your warm body against his made his mind feel foggy, blissful, absolutely serene, and his angered expression faded. “I see...you thought I was going to be...deviant with you and your lovely body”.

He continues to pin you to the wall, sliding a hand to your throat as you whimper under his touch. Your pulse felt amazing, thumping under the pads of his fingers like a drum. Music he could listen to all day long.

“I don’t see the thrill of such adult acts. If I wanted someone for sex I wouldn’t choose someone as fragile and priceless as you. I’d get a whore”. He trailed his hand lower, glove still on as he played with the shoulder of your shirt. “Do you know why I want you so badly? Do you know why I love you so much it drives me over the edge?”.

You swallow, trying to make eye contact with him as your heart pounded so hard you could feel it in your throat. “Because you’re absolutely crazy” you stutter, sounding more pathetic and scared than you wanted to. He laughs, and leans away just enough for him to tilt your head up to forcefully meet his gaze.

He looked absolutely insane, and the words coming out of his mouth only proved your theory. “I am. I am absolutely fucking crazy and you know why? Because of you. For years I felt alone and as if no one could see the world for what it was. How I see it. But then you come into my life, and I see that I was given a gift.”

He presses his forehead against yours as his rant continues, still pressing you against the wall “You have a drive and a passion for making the world pure just as I do! You’re willing to do what it takes to see the world in your image, and I never thought I’d find someone who understood my exact thoughts! Oh the years I longed for a companion to just understand and experience my struggles!”.

He takes his hand through his hair, and lets you down off the wall as he laughs maniacally “You pushed me over the edge for simply being the exact person I’ve been searching for. This has got to be love! True, raw, unbridled love! And soon, oh so soon, I know you’ll feel the same. You have too! We think so much alike, soon you’ll understand why I did what I did!”.

(-Mommabean, hope this was ok! Being in pain is taking my focus off a bit so I hope this makes sense! )

[m-y-fandoms]

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu x reader (fluff + angst) - (COMMISSION)

When I get a commission that isn’t Danganronpa related, I keep the client’s name private and switch names and some paragraphs around to fit a Danganronpa character so you all can enjoy it. This commission best fit Fuyuhiko’s personality, so here you are - Admin Kokichi

SFW, gender-neutral reader

     I walked through the halls of Hope’s Peak Academy, still toweling off my scalp after a shower in the gym’s locker room. Heavily I sighed, thankful for the much-needed sustenance that was soon to come when I finally reached the cafeteria. Sport after sport, activity after activity, it really wore the body out. Hope’s Peak really stressed the importance of the Ultimate-level students honing their skills. That’s why we were there, after all. Yes, we took general education classes like any normal student, the basics like the many different types of mathematics, general art, history, government, sciences and all that, but each student in the Main Course had several hours a day blocked out of their schedule dedicated to their specific talent and that talent only. It was rigorous, obsessive, and exhausting. 

     At times like this, I envied those who sat down for their talent, like animators and gamers, for I, the Ultimate Athlete, was always on my feet. Not that I’m saying art and gaming don’t take a lot out of those students, I just wanted a break from physical exertion once and awhile. My brain wasn’t stimulated quite as much as I’d like. Even the other athletes, like Aoi Asahina, the Ultimate Swimmer, and Akane Owari, the Ultimate Gymnast, had one set training area, and trained one sport for long sessions during the school day. As the all around Ultimate Athlete, the administration of Hope’s Peak had me training lots of different sports and exercise methods in short bursts. This meant running across campus from the pool to the dojo, from the gym to the baseball field, from the wrestling mat to the biking trails. Every day, a different muscle was sore, but I suppose I can’t really complain. It is an honor to be selected to attend Hope’s Peak. I mean, there were hundreds of regular students paying extraordinary rates to attend, just to be mocked and berated for being Reserve Course students anyway. I was lucky to have been chosen as the Ultimate Athlete at all, considering they already had so many types of athletes here. I think the appeal of my talent was that instead of being the best at one sport alone, I was above average at every single sport there was. Well, there was no use wasting time dwelling on my burnt-out body, because immediately after lunch, I was expected back at the gym with no delay. The longer this walk took, the less time I had to eat.

     Picking up the pace, I sprinted - something I excelled at - through the courtyard that connected the Reserve Course and Main Course wings for what was a well-known shortcut to the cafeteria. Reaching the other side, I slowed my pace, my eyes landing on a curious scene that caught my attention. Three Reserve Course girls - distinguishable by the ash-black of their identical uniforms as opposed to the customizable (and optional) Ultimate uniforms - were whispering in hushed tones in front of one of the cream-colored pillars of the courtyard surrounded by some well-tended flowers. They trembled slightly, a bit jittery it seemed, and were clearly gossiping profusely like the gaggle of hens they resembled. There was malice and fear in their expressions as they looked back and forth from the object of their scrutiny then back to each other to deliberate and discuss. My eyes followed their line of sight to the opposite side of the courtyard, where the pond and benches sat. Of course, it was him. How did I not notice him as I passed by from that end? I must have been in some hurry.

     Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, the Ultimate Yakuza, sat on the ground leaned up against a wall on the opposite side of the courtyard, scrawling notes into a notebook in his lap. His brow was creased, fairly engrossed in his studies. I could tell he heard the girls chattering, they weren’t being subtle and weren’t very far away, but Fuyuhiko was paying them no mind.

     “Do you think his dad threatens the teachers if they give him a bad grade?” A blonde gasped, as if the thought had just occurred to her.

     “Probably, I wouldn’t put anything past that clan of brutes,” another plain-looking girl whimpered in reply.

     I stopped to watch the situation play out, hiding behind a nearby pillar and ready to step in if it continued, as rumor-spreading bullies were something that I just couldn’t stand by any means. I knew Fuyuhiko could handle himself… err… maybe I was just being a bit nosey to be honest.

     After a few more minutes of the clique getting louder and bolder with their insultingly toxic babble, I saw Fuyuhiko’s head snap up, throwing them a pointed glare. The flock gasped in unison, with looks of horror on their faces, and scrambled away past me and into the hall. I smirked merrily: now that reaction was the more typical one. I was just thinking how brave these girls must have been to be provoking a Kuzuryuu in the first place. Many people in the school, and just the country in general were terrified of them. I myself felt a bit indifferent about Fuyuhiko. He was in my home room and never caused trouble. 

     The Kuzuryuu Clan was the largest and most powerful Yazuka clan in the country, with ties to national governments, huge drug rings, and a hand in many influential corporations throughout the country. People knew to fear them and not to mess with them, like any gang. Fuyuhiko was the only son of the head of the clan, and next in line as its leader, but if you’d spoken more than two words to the guy, you’d see that it was wise to respect him, but there was no need to fear him. In fact, his little sister Natsumi, who terrorized the Reserve Course girls, probably was the reason Fuyuhiko’s reputation around the school was smeared by association. People saw her bitterness, her jealousy, her need to harass or threaten anyone who she felt inferior to, her horrible attitude, and probably transferred that fear over to her older brother, thinking the siblings must be similar. It was just ridiculous. If anything, he was an asshole at times, but not dangerous.

     Plus, how could someone be afraid of a guy who looked like that? Fuyuhiko was both adorable in some ways, and handsome in others. His cute side came out through in his meager height, the way his pale skin blushed easily when flustered, the softness of his blonde hair, the small pout he wore at times. He didn’t even have ink yet like most Yazuka. His skin was milky and untouched. On the other side of the spectrum, he was handsome and manly in the way he spoke, the elegance of his expensive suits and ties, his intelligence, the way he carried himself, his sharp and intense gaze. I always thought it was more reasonable to be attracted to him rather than afraid.

     He did have a bit of an attitude problem, but I often felt bad for him because of it. The quipping, feisty exterior he presented was clearly a coping mechanism, a method of self-defense after years of pressure to be a pillar of his family and being misunderstood by his peers. It probably wasn’t easy to be expected to watch or even perform drug deals, interrogations, or even murders - who knows? Then after all of that, you come back into normal society and get judged for being tiny with a baby face behind your back while people are scared of you to your face.

     He projected the anger he was taught was normal, and used the years of being raised in the Yakuza to adapt and mold his personality. He often cursed out or blew up at others, was stubborn and hard to work with, did his own thing, and despite how well he thought he hid her, his personal bodyguard being around the corner ready to kick someone’s ass at a moment's notice deterred many potential friendships. Most of our home room were friends with him, but I rarely talked to him. I really only made myself known to a few of the quieter kids in our class like Komaeda and Tsumiki, even Peko herself at times… but other than them I mainly kept to myself.

     I just wished…. he’d talk to me first. I was desperate to get to know him without the fear of feeling like I was bothering him.

     Ok, so maybe I wasn’t as indifferent as I let on before. Now that I’ve given myself away, I suppose I’ll just say it:

     Yes, I was a bit biased on the topic of Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu because… I had a massive crush on him.

     And it was hard, so very hard to see him in class everyday, at the dorms, around campus, and not be able to make those feelings known. I couldn’t tell if it was fear of judgment, fear of rejection, fear of him just cussing me out until I pissed myself, maybe a mix of all three? But now we were alone… save for Peko, who was undoubtedly spying from somewhere close by. Why should I care what anyone thinks? I was sure he’d never tell anyone if he rejected me anyway. He wasn’t the gossiping type, and he only told people what he needed them to hear. Steadying myself, I took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the decorative colonnade. As I shakily stepped across the grass, lunch became the last thing on my mind, and I approached him. He didn’t even look up until I began to speak, cowardice lining my tone.

     “H-hey,” I mumbled, towering above him like some weirdo. He squinted in suspicion, a small pout settling onto his lips as he silently acknowledged me. “Are you studying?!” I yelled more than spoke, my nerves taking hold. He rolled his eyes, holding the notebook up with one hand. I couldn’t help scanning him, taking in the way the sun bounced off the yellow fluff of his buzz cut, the way his chest heaved slowly, the cute little mole under his bottom lip. I was sweating, wondering if Peko would knock me out for getting too close, but also entranced in his hazel eyes.

     “What does it look like?” He huffed, irritated by my very presence. He probably came out hime to be alone, after all. Now he had to deal with me right after those insufferable girls.

     “Ah, haha, yeah, well anyway, I wanted to say that those girls were obnoxious and wrong. You shouldn’t let their words get to you. They’re meaningless. Y-you shouldn’t care about what they think. I-” I spoke quickly, nervously, and he parried my words instantly, tired of me wasting his precious time.

     “I don’t give a shit what they think. Since you’re such a fuckin’ creep and were apparently watching the whole time, you must have seen me scare them off, yeah? I obviously don’t care, and I don’t need some rando to come give me a fuckin’ pep talk! What do I look like to you, some fuckin’ kid that got his feelings hurt by some bullies? Fuck those bitches and fuck you! If that’s all you had to say, get lost,” he spat, and I flinched backwards. He was feeling vulnerable, and biting back was the only thing she knew, like an abused dog lashing out at its rescuers. I knew not to take it personal, that Fuyuhiko sometimes said things he didn’t mean out of anger. I knew all of this, but I was still taken aback and thoroughly intimidated. Almost as soon as he’d snapped at me, he settled back into his calm studying, opening the notebook again. That was Fuyuhiko, a little ball of rage that could be turned on and off like a switch.

     “Well, I, um-” I cut off my own words, swiftly turning on my heel and marching out of the courtyard, clutching my bag like it could save me from this humiliation.

~

     “Fuck… I’m such an idiot.” I shook my head, involuntarily replaying my blunderous attempt to ask Fuyuhiko out in my head over and over again. Could it even be called that? I mean, I didn’t even get to the asking out part before I made a complete fool of myself and pissed him off. I was now rushing through the corridors of the first floor, trying to make it to what was my last class of the day after a very short lunch and some extremely demanding training. The gardening class was mainly unsupervised and casual, but I hated the feeling of being technically late nonetheless.

     The term “class” is used loosely hime. At Hope’s Peak, each student was required to choose an elective course that “gave back” to the community or school in some way. It was thought to boost the school’s reputation, along with the student’s resume. That was the sentiment the school held, anyway. Some students volunteered at local retirement homes, some, like the eccentric Gundham Tanaka, lead clubs that tended to rescue animals and raised them. Others tutored exchange students in Japanese, some did maintenance around the school to earn the credit. I chose the gardening club, where students would break up into little groups and tend to all the plants, flowers, grass, vegetable gardens, and courtyards on and around campus. Sometimes we even took “field trips” to tend to other local greenery. I found it to be the most calming and quiet option of all the electives. There was very little human interaction, and it was satisfying to see the (literal) fruits of your labor grow.

     Today I would be tending to the garden in the secondary courtyard behind the school. This one was more hidden away, rarely ever used, and that’s what I loved about it. But… as I turned the corner, my box of gardening supplies in hand, I froze dead in my tracks, shuffling back to hide behind the cover of the wall.

     Fuyuhiko was sitting there on his hands and knees, pruning weeds from the garden. The coat of his uniform was discarded, and she sat in only his slacks and a button up dress shirt with a tie. He had little towels folded up as make-shift knee padding, green gloves on, and was leaning into his work with such fervor.

     What?! I screamed internally, panic taking hold of me. I had been a member of the gardening club for months, and not once had I seen him on the class roster or in rotation. I’d been to every station, been assigned every task at least once, and I’d never been paired with him. So of course, on the day I was thoroughly humiliated in front of him, here he was, ruining what was supposed to be the most relaxing part of my day. I considered leaving, simply lying about my hour of gardening time on the school’s check-in portal, but something in me told me to stay. I sat there, fighting with myself, nearly collapsing with anxiety, and then he began to speak, tearing my from my thoughts:

     “Now now, how are you gonna grow big and strong if you keep lettin’ these little punks fuck you up like this…?” He huffed, almost fatherly in his tone. I peeked around the corner, wondering who the hell he was talking to. Maybe this shift wouldn’t be so awkward with a third party to distract me from him, I thought, but when I hazarded a glance, not a soul was in sight, save Fuyuhiko. Taking a closer look, I noticed his calloused hands nestled around the leaf of a plant, and he tsk’d, observing the bite marks left by pestiferous insects and small animals. He was talking to the plant?! My cheeks started to warm up, my heart melting at the realization.

     Fuyuhiko began to hum, then to sing softly, a lullaby of sorts for this injured little green darling. Holding my breath, I nearly crumpled against the wall, feeling my flush spread from my cheeks to rush throughout my entire body. This is so fucking cute, I thought to myself, glancing once more, perhaps a bit riskily. I was getting greedy, greedy for even a glimpse of seeing him in the state of happiness I knew he deserved. I couldn’t care less if Peko was sneaking up behind me with a bamboo sword at the ready.

     When I looked, he was smiling, truly smiling. I’d never seen him smile like that before, a smile birthed out of an innocent and serene joy, and now I never wanted it to stop. There was no way I was turning back now.

      I took a few steps back down the hall, then stomped loudly toward the courtyard, allowing him to save face by thinking I had only just approached. I knew I would be in for quite the sour retaliation if he knew I had caught him singing. He may have even gotten up and left. He looked up, still leaned over his plants but now dead silent as I entered, and when he realized who I was, his breath caught in his throat. Another expression I rarely saw from him: one of being caught off guard.

     “Hey… so, I didn’t know you were in the gardening club? I’ve been in it since the start and I’ve never seen you.” I set down my box next to him and pulled out some gloves. I was hoping that acting like earlier never happened was the best course of action. Something can’t be awkward if it doesn’t exist, right? Luckily, he played along… or rather, just didn’t bring it up, either.

     “Uh, yeah. I was hoping to avoid all the bullshit of the whole, volunteer-but-not -actually-because-it’s-a-requirement class thing altogether. I just don’t have time for this shit, but my academic advisor caught on and forced me into gardening. It was the last one with spots left open…” he grumbled, as if he weren’t absolutely loving it mere moments ago.

     “Huh… and they aren’t penalizing you for, you know, losing all those points from the first few months you missed?” I inquired bravely. Maybe those girls were right earlier about his father threatening professors…?

     “Nah, I guess not. My advisor is super chill. She worked something out…”

     “That’s lucky…” my words trailed off, and we both got to work. The longer the silence grew, the more the awkward energy imposed itself on both of us. I could tell that he was thinking back to our earlier encounter by the way he made eye contact and quickly snatched his gaze away, the way she would open his mouth then close it without a hesitant word.

~

     Half an hour passed, and my nerves were beginning to stand on edge. What was more daunting than being alone with your crush? Being alone with your crush who verbally ripped you a new one that same day.

     Now mere inches away from him, focusing in on the same patch of flowers, we both reached for a small watering can at the same time, and our hands touched briefly, fleetingly before he snatched his own back, a shade of pink dusting his soft cheeks. He turned away, embarrassed, but I couldn’t have been more excited by the small interaction. Still, for both our sakes, I felt the need to break the silence.

     “You… you seem happier - now, I mean… as opposed to earlier today…” It was time to bring up the elephant in the room. I saw his body tense up, his spine stiffen, and he turned to face me, dirt staining his forearms and a swipe on his cheek where he’d scratched an itch earlier.

     “Yeah… I should probably apologize for that, bein’ a dick and all. I was just, really pissed and stressed. I shouldn’t have attacked you like that… it’s just… those stupid, loud-mouth, air-headed-” I saw his fists clench, his gloves squeaking a bit under the pressure. I continued where he left off, not wanting him to force himself to relive the gossip or the anger attached to it.

     “It’s fine, seriously. I get it. There will always be assholes like them in the world. I don’t blame you for being upset. Besides, I’m sure it was weird to have a stranger just approach you like that, trying to give you unsolicited advice and bothering you by-”

     “Well, you’re not really a stranger, are you? I’ve seen you around plenty of times… and you’re in my home room.” He spoke reluctantly, clearly fighting against the compulsory need to deflect and defend.

     “O-oh, yeah, you are. I didn’t think you’d notice.” I felt my heart rate speed up. Of course I’d seen him many times in the back of the classroom, but I had no idea he’d given me even a first glance, much less a second one.

     “Of course I noticed. Sports, right? Exercise, fitness, an’ all that?” He nodded, smirking. God, he was so hot… I didn’t know how to contain my excitement. I was trying my best.

     “Yeah, exactly. Sports, exercise, fitness. That’s me.” I chuckled a bit, finding myself more and more drawn to him with every second spent in his presence.

     “Shit’s cool. I can respect someone who’s disciplined and keeps in shape. I’ve seen a few of your games,” he let slip.

     “You have?” I immediately picked it up, a shiver of anticipation running over my skin and setting my pores on fire. Fuyuhiko wasn’t on any of the teams I played for and his Ultimate talent had nothing to do with sports. He wasn’t the type to go watch a sports game for fun, and didn’t have the free time for it anyway.

     My eyes widened slowly, and I’m sure he could see the moment I made the connection deep inside myself almost as soon as I’d made it. 

     That was the day I realized that Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu liked me back. 

     An obscene shade of red flooded onto his face and his nose scrunched up, his voice cracking as he spoke:

     “Stop starin’ at me like that! The fuck’s wrong with you?!”

[pikaflute]

hi, sudafed cleared my sinuses long enough to think so here’s a giant post about most of my charles headcanons

Playlist

OH btw here’s my 4 hour and 23 minute playlist for Charles. Enjoy. Yes I know I’m insane: https://open.spotify.com/user/pikaflute24/playlist/4DBxaaxbqsmJt9Fvl8AgwZ?si=OcXlYCdFRzOhuKa4p_HdUQ

General Headcanons

He was born November 24 1965. He’s currently 56, but I usually write him in his late 40s in most fanfic and content I make. So there’s this middle aged man....

He has hazel eyes. Sometimes they look green, sometimes brown. Sometimes they’ll be white but that’s when he’s using his magic so mind your business

Gear brand over his heart >:)c

:) i think he has piercings and tattoos, a skull (dead man teehee) on his upper arm, a tattoo of a date (the date pickles and him first met TEEHEE) on his left arm also has a tattoo on his arm of the day he “died” on his right. had his ears pierced when he was a teen.

Has a sweet tooth so hard. Smuggles in treats into the drawers of his desk just to snack on during the day and has a mini fridge just filled with ice cream and also sorts of other goodies. He loves brownies and cookies the most

Likes to work out and keep himself in shape. it takes his mind off of stressful things like work and the boys, and just take his morning practice sparring and doing various exercises in the mordhaus gym. 

he’s uh also very flexible so he does yoga a lot when he exercises. don’t. look too deep into that

cannot cook to save his life. he almost burned mordhaus down trying to make himself a sandwich

he can play guitar! he used to play it more often when he was younger but he rarely has the time to play it nowadays. when he does get to play it, it’s usually in private (and mainly songs by dethklok), or it’s to show off to a certain lead guitarist that yes he is playing that solo wrong

he’s ambidextrous but prefers using his right hand. he’ll use his left hand to spar in order to go easy on his opponents because hes a smug cunt

he’s 5′7 but intimidation factor adds a couple inches doesn’t it

has a scorpion named princess as a pet. he lets her sit on his desk sometimes and it scares the shit out of dethklok which makes charles laugh on the inside

hes also a cat person. one time toki brought a cat home and it settled on charles’ lap and he almost cried

loves to be a smug asshole and relishes in it. will not take shit from anyone, especially from some asshole who is trying to pull one over on him

he has no idea how social media works at all. will print memes out to show to dethklok, he’s very fond of cat memes specifically (i can has cheeseburger type beat)

he has no idea what any internet memes means he isn’t going to start learning. he is going to misuse internet phrases. are you boys, ah, finding the imposter? [cue five groans from dethklok]

knows a lot of languages. not a comprehensive list but: french, swedish, norwegian, spanish, italian, japanese, chinese, german, russian and korean

is very competitive. scarily competitive. once he starts losing in smash or mario kart all hell will break lose

very bad at showing emotions or affection, when he gets compliments he gets all red and quiet and mumbles a thank you. 

weird about being touched as well and will usually avoid it unless it’s with someone he trusts

speaking of, his love language is acts of service :)c

hates being called charlie or chuck, unless the right person calls him it ;)

he’s autistic. was nonverbal for most of his life and only talked to certain people, or anyone at all. he stims with his hands and uses his pens to fidget.

has a collection of novelty socks. he likes the ones that have polka dots or stripes

sleeps with a garfield plushie he had since he was younger. it helps him with the nightmares

when any of the boys need help sleeping (usually toki or pickles), he’ll sleep with them in his bed. after dying he had trouble sleeping some nights, so dethklok returned the favor and all piled up in his bed and helped him sleep. he didnt have nightmares after that night

hes nearsighted, and prefers to wear glasses over contacts

lactose intolerant, hes still eating mac n cheese and paying the price

metalhead but pretends to not be just to mess with his boys

crippling addiction to match 3 games. also loves to play minecraft.

overly self sacrificial. puts ones he love needs before his own, results in himself being very isolated and distant from those he cares about because he’s afraid of hurting them

his favorite colors are black and purple

coffee kinda guy. black coffee or bust

has a lot of cute novelty mugs to put his coffee in. he ones from places where dethklok tours, dethklok official ones (the only two that aren’t adorned with spikes), some cat themed ones, a couple that have ties and math references, and one from his boys that says “most brutal manager”. he drinks out of that last one the most

he has a couple of grey hairs and wrinkles, but he keeps them because they remind him that he’s human. also pickles said old men were hot but you didnt hear that from me

likes to play chess but he can never find a good opponent. all the klokateers are too scared if they win and dethklok is too distracted to ever play with him or they end up losing to quickly if charles plays against them

really wants kids. he babies his sister’s sons and daughters a TON (uncle charles always brings the best gifts :) ) and also treats toki like his own son in a way. toki doesnt mind, he really appreciates the love

speaking of, toki does call charles dad once and it makes charles cry for like. a week and a half

his favorite dethklok song is the gears :)

he likes to collect knives as a side hobby, his favorite of his collection is a sleek black one with skulls on the handle

he has a motorcycle and likes to drive it around sometimes to just be alone with himself. it’s all black with a red gear on it

lightweight but only if he drinks the amount dethklok drinks. can hold his alcohol fairly well if he drinks like a sensible human, prefers brandy and wine

he can smoke cigars to be sexy for me and me ONLY

likes to read in his spare time. he likes mystery novels and science fiction

he has soft spot for cheesy sitcoms, they’re his guilty pleasure

his favorite youtuber is lockpickinglawyer. yours should be too

usually sleeps in only his boxers but will wear a shirt if its’s cold. he tends to sleep on his side (also wants to be the little spoon when cuddled but he will never admit that)

takes vacations sometimes away from the boys despite his worry that something will go wrong (it will!). many of his vacations are usually going to visit his family and going to the shore with them, or travelling to somewhere new for a change (cue charles being a yakuza substory on his one vacation per year)

he can sew pretty well. learned from his mom and used to sew the whole his sister use to put through her soccer uniform.

can also do makeup, and usually does it for one of the boys of there’s no one else around to help

bites his lip when he’s nervous. which is a lot

likes chococat and gudetama. he’s a man of tastes

laughs really loud if you catch him off guard. he snorts sometimes too. he’s embarrassed by it, but i think its’ cute

loves law and order obviously 

he likes men

has a lot of pent up rage. very good at compressing it. sometimes

as high priest, he stays up very late trying to decipher the ancient prophecies that dethklok needed to fulfill. he doesnt sleep very much when he starts out because he misses home, so the band makes him come back (or else)

also as high priest he becomes more intune with magic granted to him after he died and he mainly uses his magic to protect his boys when they go back to being a band. also to fuck with them

the band he managed before dethklok was a band named savior who said they were a metal band with a unique sound, but that unique sound was actually just being a christian metal band that were bad at playing music. they also treated charles like shit and blamed him for them doing so poorly with sales and shows. had an unfortunate “accident” with a tour bus after charles had enough of their attitude towards him.  he denies he had anything to do with it (he did.)

Family/Childhood

He’s the baby of the family. Spoiled rotten to the max. He doesn’t admit it though but whenever he comes home you know he abuses the “:)c im the favorite” card

He has 4 older sisters: Caroline who is a high school civics teacher, Cynthia who is a librarian, Callie who is a coach for a soccer team, and Charlotte who is a lawyer/manager who manages Ladyklok, which gets awkward (and funny) when Abigail starts dating the lead singer Natalie

charles is actually one of the tallest in his family. his dad is 6’1 and his older sister Callie is 5’11. cynthia is 5’6, caroline is 5’6, and his mom and charlotte are 5’5.

his mom is a doctor and his dad is an accountant. his mom’s name is giovanna and his dad’s name is elijah

caroline is the oldest sister, followed by cynthia, callie, charlotte then charles.

Charlotte and Charles are sworn enemies since they were born on the same day a year apart and basically have the same job. They do love each other though

His father calls him Charles. Caroline and Cynthia call him Charlie. Callie calls him Chuck. Charlotte calls him Charles (derogatory). His mom calls him a whole slew of nicknames that she made up when he was young (she calls him cheese ball and he turns red)

caroline has a wife (lauren who is a chef) and two kids (evan and shelby)

cynthia is dating a coworker (viola)

callie has a husband (john who is a stay at home dad) and they have three kids (brenda, melissa, and jeff)

charlotte is dating ladyklok (and abigail). this is a weird flex on charles i think.

He had a race car bed when he was like 5

He also was also one of those kids at family game night. He almost killed Cynthia over a game of monopoly

Always got to lick the spoon first after his mom baked brownies

He grew up in North Jersey (derogatory) (also yes im projecting state shot)

He’s also Italian (derogatory)

He got bullied in middle school for a little bit but once his older sisters found out, oh boy did all hell break loose

Was in band in high school. He played flute (DONT TALK TO ME I LIKE PROJECTING), he was of course a soloist and incredibly smug about it

Took gymnastics as a kid. Can do a backflip on command. Also very flexible.

First manager gig was helping his sisters sell girl scout cookies. They raked in a lot of profits when baby bro was behind the scenes. His cut was eating thin mints for free

Loved Star Trek when he was a kid

Was incredibly gifted, and taught himself to read at a young age. didn’t talk that much though

was always sick when he was little. he would always get sinus infections and colds if someone even sneezed weird

was in mock trial in high school. one guy on his team was a jerk to him so charles made it a point to be this poor kid’s nemesis

was on the student council, treasurer of course.

was also in nhs, and he was treasurer there too

was that kid who insisted on doing the group project by himself because he didn’t want to wait on anyone to finish their part

was super rowdy as a kid, always got into trouble but his mom was a little lenient of punishment (hes a mommas boy)

when he was like super young he bit people cause he was just a little monster (charles' sisters: mom charles is biting again. charles, biting one of them: im not :/ sheesh)

wanted to be a lawyer since he was 7

put his own siblings and parents on trial and would win every trial and would always get the last cookie or a higher allowance

he shared his room with his sister Charlotte and they would set up a pillow fort on one of the beds and stay up late reading together 

loved going to the beach as a kid, his mom still has his collection of shells from the beach

on the boardwalk, he would dominate at claw machines anad carnival games. he won a bunch of plushies from himself (and his sisters obviously)

his dad and him have a super close bond. they watched star trek together and also like to watch how the stock market would do. his dad was also sometimes the judge in charles’ mock trials at home

they were very supportive when he came out as gay, he was also the first of his sibilings to come out of the closet

College

Got his masters in business management at rutgers and a JD (law degree) from seton hall law.

Started college when he was 18 (1983) and ended college when he was 26 (1991)

Wasn’t a party guy. Never got invited to many, but he never went unless a certain redhead was in town

Sustained himself off of ramen, coffee, and SSRIs to get his masters (hey man i feel ya)

Did weed like three times. Three of those times were because of, you guessed it, a certain redhead

Speaking of, his first time having sex was in his dorm with Pickles. Pickles also kicked him off of the bed (those beds are fucking tiny) while they slept, and almost burned Charles’ dorm down trying to make toast the next morning

Absolute did not do essays until the night before. Bad habit that made it’s way into Dethklok managing when he’s forced to write a legal brief before 12 am.

Loved calculus 2 for some reason. Nerd

Had a mullet. Pickles thought it was hot (still is) while Charles would rather die than remember anything about that horrid hairdo

Also went through his goth/emo phase while in Law School. He stuck out amongst the sea of sweater vests and polo shirts

Was in a band with his fellow college bandmates. The band was called Habeas Corpses and he was the lead singer who also played guitar. Their sound was kind of similar to TWRP’s first two EPs (The Device and 2nite). they had a grunge aesthetic, and yes charles dyed his mullet black (with a purple streak), for the band.

his bandmates were all fellow law students. dillan was on drums, margaret was their bass guitar, and nick was their keyboardist. all three of them also got tutored by charles while in law school. they are still best friends and write to each other sometimes

Was on the debate team, but uh kicked off due to be very competitive (he threatened to punch the opposing debater)

Was also in the chess club, also kicked off for being too competitive (lunged at a kid for cheating)

After being kicked from the two previous clubs, he joined fencing, his very competitive nature made him the best in the state

nick (the guy in charles’ band) was charles’ roommate the whole time they were in college. they may or may not have had a brief relationship before they realized they would be better as friends

nick also has a nes and charles loved to played zelda and wrote an entire guide for himself because he’s was that into the game (nerd)

occasionally would be found sleeping in the library on campus

wanted to be an RA but the resident association at his schools thought he was a little much. charles took this as a compliment

worked out a lot between studying and classes. a lot of jocks underestimated him because of his size but charles was just :) [casually lifts something heavy]

a lot of fellow classmates thought he was super cool cause of the leather he wore, and how cool and quiet he was, too bad they didnt know he was a huge nerd

tried skateboarding. once.

had a cadillac that barely started and drove like a piece of shit but that was charles’ baby

pickles tried to have sex with charles in said car btw, charles almost killed him for even daring to suggest to tarnish his beautiful baby

has damaged his back permanently because of all the books he used to carry around in his crappy back pack

did some modelling for one of his friends in college. he was very attractive and got some other modelling job through it. he tries to hide that from the boys in the future because he thinks it’s embarrassing

Relationship with Dethklok

Pickles - he’s known the drummer the longest out of any other member, and if you couldn’t tell by now, he had a brief relationship with the drummer back in the 80s (and maybe also still has a crush on him :)). charles respects and admires pickles’ talent as a musician and sometimes they play together when they have time alone. he tries to be there when pickles has a relapse in either emotions with his family or something else, but still tries to maintain a distance because he thinks that pickles doesn’t feel the same as he did in the 80s. (he does btw). nothing could break the bond these two share. not even death

Nathan - understands nathan’s quiet nature (nonverbal kings!) and strive for perfection in everything dethklok creates because he is the same way. their similarities allow them to connect on a level that allows nathan to open up about his feelings that he likes to lock away. nathan also gets charles to open his feelings up and actually care for himself for once in his damn life. charles also helps nathan with the depression he develops after charles dies and how to deal with it despite it being not brutal. nathan wants to give back and he does by becoming one of charles’ closest friends (and maybe even lovers hehehe)

Toki - charles has taken it upon himself to be toki’s father figure after seeing the way toki’s family has left him for essentially dead. ever since toki joined the band, charles has made it a point to be there for him whenever he needed it. even if it meant spending late nights reading to toki or sleeping over in toki’s room to help him sleep, he’ll do it. he blames himself for toki’s disappearance but toki assures him that he did the best he could. toki calls him dad a lot after doomstar. it makes charles cry.

Skwisgaar - unstoppable asshole meets immovable object. skwisgaar sees himself above everyone else like he does with the other dethklok members but with charles, skwisgaar knows that charles isn’t intimidated by him nor will he bow to the guitar god in anyway. this develops a game of cat and mouse between the two, with skwisgaar trying to no subtly push charles’ buttons and to see what makes him ticks, while charles resist him at every turn with a smug ‘:) is that all you got’ and it delights him to finally see the guitarist squirm under pressure.

Murderface - at first the two are very. distant to say the least. murderface used to see charles as unemotional robot and charles was fine with that and accepted the distance. overtime however, and especially after charles died, murderface warmed up to charles confiding in him things he hasn’t told the band, mainly things about his insecurities because charles is ‘fucking smart with crap like this’. and charles helps him and is happy to see him work out his problems and not bottle them anymore like the rest of his bandmates. charles also enjoys murderface’s company as a friend as well. and….he’s gonna help murderface the most with the whole traitor stuff too.

Abigail - mlm and wlw hostility. but seriously they’re good buds. he sympathizes with having to deal the moronic actions of dethklok on a daily basis and also thinks she’s really intelligent and overall fun to hang out with. they take lunch breaks frequently together and like to make fun of people at dethklok dinners together as a fun activity together. abigail will bully his ass once she finds out she’s dating charles’ sister and WILL bring up those baby pictures to get a higher raise thank you very much

Knubbler - can you say coworker besties! like abigail, he gets along because they both have to deal with dethklok being, well dethklok, but with knubbler, charles can relax a little more. the two cause problems on purpose just because they can. the two are also close friends and knubbler tries to get charles to relax for once in his life, and despite charles protests and objections, he sometimes caves and hands out with his friend (maybe boyfriend OOOOO who knows)

Sex Headcanons (IM SORRY)

um maybe he can have a giant dick (10 inches for me), it do be swinging though

daddy kink (everyone stay on this side, ill take care of him….come to daddy ;)c)

likes to do roleplay. he has a lot of costumes prepared for when his partner wants to do a scene with him

likes to bite and be bitten during sex. after a very long night, he’ll be covered in bite marks, it’s kinda hot

no gag reflex ;) he likes to deepthroat but good luck trying to get him to go down on you without him teasing

remember how i said he was flexible like eight times? yeah he uh, uses that a lot to his advantage. likes being fucked in weird positions because of it

the suit stays on during sex

he likes topping because he likes to be in control of everything he does all the time, but really wants to be told what to do sometimes and will let those he trusts do that for him

he has a dick piercing i know it

he's a very busy man, so he relies on his huge collection of toys he keeps in his bedroom and office

really good with his hands. as soon as those hands are on you, its game over

he loves to do it on his desk, makes him feel powerful. when he gets blown under his desk, it really takes all of his willpower to not cum immediately

really sensitive in weird places, specifically his ears

he likes to cuddle after sex, hes the little spoon :)

likes to be tied up, sometimes he’ll get tied up under his suit

mating press and riding are his favorite positions, giving and receiving

size queen, likes large toys and well ;)

has a private room that he sometimes goes to relieve stress, it has a fucking machine that he likes to use often when his job gets too stressful

he’s sucking people off at the klokateer glory hole, he’s uh, very good at what he does

likes to be spanked and like to spank

uses collars and leashes

maybe the klokateers can fuck him, if they’re good ;)

freeballing

likes cum on his face but doesn't seem to realize that means he’ll get cum on his glasses and will need to clean them

he can wear a chastity belt :) for me

likes being came in but will still complain about being gross after

pretty much up for anything, he’s not picky, he just wants to be in control and get off

[hazel-shithappens]

So I wanna share this: me losing my mind in Yakuza 0. It's a video I actually made got my sister so don't be surprised when I call out her name. I was just very taken aback by interaction xD

(The video is in french but I'll translate it under it)

Me in French: Okay Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca! Look, look, look, look! First of all, wait, lemme take some distance... ?

Okay he's staying like this. I want to show you-wait I'm too close- okay I'll put myself there... First that dude is bowing to me 24/7 I don't know why. We're gonna wait until... Majima wants to smoke. I'm not touching the game pad, come on pull out a drag dude!

Look! Look! He just- He just?! He?! Who are you?! Who are you to just light up my cigarette?! WHO ARE YOU?! )

[dear-mankai]

Headcanons ofSakyo getting a confession from izumi and his reaction maybe?

I absolutely love to ship Sakyo and Izumi!! Thank you for this, nonny! Someone, pls request a scenario of them

After another successful Autumn troupe play, Izumi invited Sakyo for a walk. Just the two of them. Sakyo thought nothing of it, simply thinking that it was just a leisurely walk between old friends

It was only when Izumi brought them to a familiar place - was this where he brought her to play during those childhood days with her? - that Sakyo began feeling something was amiss

Was it the slight flush from her face that gave it away? Or was it from her bright hazel eyes that shyly yet determinedly gazed into his own? Either way, Sakyo felt his heart pounding quickly the moment Izumi uttered those three significant words

"Sakyo...I like you."

His first reaction was to freeze, his eyes wide as he stared at Izumi. Did she really say that? He thought he was dreaming. Ever since he joined MANKAI company and Izumi became part of his life once more, those feelings he had from before came back slowly but stronger than ever

His next reaction was something impulsive, simply because he couldn't understand

"You...Are you an idiot?"

Why him? Why him who joined the yakuza and almost gave up on his dream if it weren't for her? Sakyo couldn't understand how the woman's mind worked

Izumi gently smiles, her whole expression glowing, and Sakyo is suddenly struck with the thought of how stunning she looked

"I really do like you. Every side of yo-"

She doesn't even get a chance to finish her sentence because Sakyo pulls her into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of her neck

He whispers slowly and surely, with a ghost of a smile on his lips, of his own love for her

And in that moment, the two of them had never felt so happy and content to be in each other's arms

[project-ohagi]

Atsuhiro Sako ღ Mr Compress x Reader

Buy me a coffee!! <3

During the reign of such frightfully-stormy nights, the most sensible option was, of course, to seek shelter. Luckily for your heart, whose thunderous palpitations appeared to mirror the wrath of the sky gods, you had escaped to the security of an abandoned warehouse, in the company of a certain, talkative magician. Your nerves were illuminating, thousands of tiny wings caressing the lining of your stomach. It wasn't often that the two of you (both high-ranking members of the League) earned the privilege of assisting one another on missions. Despite his garrulous tongue, he still possessed an air of mystery.

Was that the extent of his allure?

Heaven forbid! Each and every acknowledgeable aspect of that man drew you in, from his words of humour to those captivating, hazel eyes, which he rarely ever displayed. Yet, good fortune had embraced you tonight, for you were currently witnessing the removal of his mask. It was an amusing accessory, and definitely added to the enigma, but you desperately wanted to gaze upon his face - without that blasted balaclava.

As you watched, a glare darkened your features. All the memories of that...displeasing encounter between the League and the young Yakuza leader, Overhaul, suddenly came rushing back. Your fury was barely containable. That shitty bastard had destroyed the arm of your beloved, and even though he didn't vocalise any ill will towards him, you knew that the recollection still pained him. Just the way he looked at that prosthetic arm, the fire in his eyes dwindling almost down to nothingness, fractured your heart. You swore that you would claim revenge for him.

It was your duty, as his future wife.

It seemed that he hadn't yet realised your feelings, which were gradually blossoming into an unhealthy obsession, the longer you played best friends with Himiko. However, unlike the blonde, you were generally quite adept at keeping them under wraps.

For now.

This could change, depending on the course of the evening.

While entangled within the web of your mind, you vaguely heard him sigh, "Who would have thought us bested by a simple storm?"

You hummed, trying to show (discreetly) that you cared for his words. The man was always attention-hungry, and you typically offered up much time to listen to his long monologues. You loved them. His 'stage voice', as he termed it, was strangely seductive, but you adored these times, when his voice was raw and genuine. It was hypnotic, and you could lap up his words for hours.

"I wonder how long we'll be trapped in here for...Perhaps an eternity?"

Gods, what a drama queen.

This man was everything - and so much more!

Only half an ear was tuned in when he continued. "Well, I suppose I wouldn't mind an eternity, as long as I'm able to spend it with you."

Once again, you hummed, although it took a few moments for his suggestive dialogue to actually sink in. It draped an opaque sheet over your other thoughts - they weren't nearly as important as this! Was your face alight? Did you require medical assistance? You could feel cardiac arrest incoming! Did he...was this perhaps a wishful daydream? Or maybe your fantasies bleeding into the fabric of reality? A gloved hand reached for your cheek, latching on with a feather-light touch. Your mouth hung open, then closed just as fast. You wanted to question his words, his actions, but nothing tumbled from your tongue.

"Did you hear me, my dear?"

But those narrowed, chocolate orbs weren't directed at your own pair of confused crystals. No - they chased after a sweeter prize: your lips, plump and kissable. This illusion was growing stronger by the second, overcome with passion, until you were forced to admit the truth. This was far from an illusion. You had fallen deeply, when he cast his spell, and now, his payment awaited.

The lips of a Siren were truly delectable.

[Word Count: 646]

[chisupamoved]

oikawa tooru yakuza verse i made this in 2016 so who tf knows if this is english lmao so pls keep in mind reading this i’m lazy af to end this atm so.

FULL NAME: Oikawa Tooru

AGE: 27

BIRTH DATE: July 20th

GENDER: Male

OCCUPATION: Spy

EYE COLOUR: Hazel

HAIR COLOUR: Dark brown

HEIGHT: 6’1”

BODY BUILD: Lean

MARKS/TATTOOS/SCARS: Has a lotus flower tattoo on his back, scars on the backs of his hands and on his chest, he also has a scar on his left cheek.

WEAPONS: He keeps a butterfly knife on him at all times- He also favors using a; Desert eagle 44 magnum.

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Graceful, witty, careful & observant NEGATIVE TRAITS: Cunning, manipulative, sarcastic & withdrawn

Oikawa is very withdrawn about his private life, he never knows who to trust in life, after all if he was someone else he wouldn’t trust himself.

The goal in his life is to be as graceful as he can at everything he does.

Oikawa Tooru is a man who has a way with words, being manipulative is something that just comes natural to him. 

THOSE ARE JUST FACTS!

He has a Akita Inu called; Shiro

Can play the piano, something he learnt from a young age- Apparently a skill he’s very happy to hold onto in his line of work

Many know Tooru as ‘The Grand King’

Even with being the youngest in the Oikawa bloodline, he was the fastest to pick up the skills and was ‘allowed’ to join the Yakuza according to his father his elder brother is a clueless fool and he only has one son.

[quirklessnotworthless]

𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

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• positive traits: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm • negative traits:  aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative

• living situation:   lives alone | lives with parent(s)/guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other

• parents/guardian:   mother | father | adoptive | aunt | uncle | foster | grandmother | grandfather | other ( unknown )

• sibling(s):   sister(s) | brother(s) | none | other

• relationship:   single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated | verse dependent

• i have a(n):   developmental disorder | learning disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioural disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability | other

• things i’ve done before:   had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital/infirmary | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

TAGGED BY: @plagued-yakuza // HHHHHH ty so much! (〃´ Д `〃 ) TAGGING: up for grabs!