#ME AND KUYA ARE JUST RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.......... *SCREAMS INTO THE ENDLESS VOID*

I swear to god I cannot even like- WORDS ARENT WORDING. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH LIKE-

LOOK AT ME AND KUYA WAHHH

WHEHEHEHEEEE WE'RE SO FUNKY AND HAPPY!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCHH!!! AHSGUAGIb7°¢USHAJ&HS

AND LOOK AT MY BOYYYY AAAAAA

HES SO HAPPYYYY ARAGARGAGAHAH FUNKY DANCE!! BUT BEAR- YOU HONESTLY DID SO GOOD ON THIS AND YOU ARE SO FUCKING TALENTED AND SKILLED- I DONT EVEN KNOW THE RIGHT WORD, YOU'RE JUST SO GOOD AT THIS SHIT AND I WANT EVEN A SMIDGEN OF YOUR ABILITY. I LOVE YOUR ART AND COMICS SO MUCH, THE DEDICATION YOU PUT INTO THESE IS JUST SO AWESOME. THANK YOU BEAR, REALLY. SO MUCH

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If you tracked my eye activity on that bliss promo pic with the tops it would be something like this

Making a major stop at topper

Before crashing into a ditch (yakuya corner)

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Koga's Birthday story card 2024 :

[Translation] (not an accurate translation)

@just-somehuman @the-bird-and-the-flute @kogasimp1 @colourless-hydrangeas @randomf2p @blackmond11 @girlinthetardis04

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Part 1 :

...May 7th is the birthday of an important person.

Futaba : "Happy birthday, Koga."

Koga : "Oh, thank you."

I came to Koga's house and enthusiastically handed him the lunch box I had brought.

Futaba : "I made this. Please try it if you like."

Koga : "Oh, it looks delicious."

Futaba : "I've included the side dish you said you liked before."

Koga : "I'll take it then."

Koga happily eats my lunch.

(Tonight is Koga's usual party with the rest of the Ayakashi)

Until then, I had come to Koga's house in the afternoon so that we could spend some time together.

Futaba : "Is there any place you want to go after you eat your lunch? Shopping, going for a walk, anything?"

Koga stopped using his chopsticks and looked at me.

Koga : "let's just stay at home."

Koga's hand gently rested on mine, his eyes suddenly narrowed as he looked at me.

Koga : "I just need you."

Futaba : "Koga..."

Just hearing those words fills my heart with joy.

Koga : "Futaba..."

I looked back at Koga, and my face gradually got closer to his...

(I feel happy...)

I closed my eyes at the premonition of a sweet kiss, and at that moment I thought our lips would touch.

Masanobu : "Koga-niichan! Happy birthday!"

Futaba : "...!"

Koga : "...!"

We suddenly pulled away from each other when we heard a voice coming from the front door.

Masanobu came to celebrate Koga's birthday.

Masanobu : "Oh, Futaba-neechan is here too. Hello!"

Futaba : "Hello, Masanobu."

Masanobu entered the living room and happily turned to Koga.

Masanobu : "I made this, it's a gift for Koga-niichan."

Koga : "These seem like a sturdy looking menko*, thank you, I'll cherish it."

Koga smiled as he accepted Masanobu-kun's gift.

Masanobu : "niichan, are you busy lately? Please train me in kendo again."

Koga : "Okay, next time."

(Masanobu really likes Koga...)

As I watched the interaction between the two with a smile on my face...

Kanji : "Hello, this is Kanji from Kanemotoya."

Another voice came from the front door. The person who came was Kanji, the current owner of Kanemotoya shop, a glass wholesaler in Asakusa.

Kanji : "I happened to be nearby for a delivery...and there I heard that it's Koga's birthday, congratulations."

Koga : "Thank you, how are businesses going?"

Kanji : "Thanks to you, I managed... You look like you're doing well."

Koga : "Yes, I'm glad you're doing well too."

Kanji, who I met through a small incident a while ago, is also familiar to me.

Kanji : "More importantly, you like sake, right? If you like this, please."

Koga : "This is good sake. Sorry for the trouble."

As Koga received the sake, another voice came from the entrance.

Visitor : "Excuse me."

(Wha- again!)

After that, guests continued to come in one after another-- Before I knew it, many people had gathered in the living room.

(In the blink of an eye, the number of people had increased. Gifts came one after another...!)

Kuya : *Yawn* ...Huh?

Kuya, who had apparently been sleeping in his room, wakes up and tilts his head as he looks at the living room.

Kuya : ...I thought the party was gonna be at night?"

Futaba : "That was the plan, but..."

People came one after another to congratulate Koga, and it had already turned into a party.

Visitor : "Congratulations,Mr. Koga! After all, the Capital needs someone like you, young Kitamikado."

Koga : "Haha, I'd be happy if you're serious about it."

(I'm happy that so many people are celebrating with Koga. I guess this means our plans to spend time alone together are over)

I was looking forward to it too, so I'm a little sad about that.

(Koga is really popular, isn't he?)

Kuya : "Well, I guess this is normal, but..."

Kuya seems used to it, and turns his back to the living room with another yawn.

Futaba : "Eh, Kuya, where are you going?"

Kuya : "The house is too noisy, so I'm gonna take a nap somewhere else."

Futaba : "Wa... wait!"

In a panic, I grab the edge of Kuya's kimono.

Futaba : "At least, Kuya, please stay here."

Kuya : "Why?"

Futaba : "Because I don't know many people here... I'll feel lonely."

Kuya : "It'll be fine if you just act casually, right?"

Futaba : "It's not fine...!"

As I was desperately trying to hold back Kuya, Koga came over to me.

Koga : "Sorry, Futaba."

Futaba : "Koga..."

Koga : "I didn't mean to leave you alone. I'm really sorry."

After saying that, Koga faced the people in the living room.

Koga : "Sorry everyone, that's it--"

(!)

(Koga, you're trying to send the guests home for me...)

Suddenly, I grabbed Koga's hand to stop him.

Futaba : "Koga, it's okay!"

Koga : "...?"

(That's right, I'm not the only one who wants to celebrate Koga, we've always celebrated like this with the people of the Capital)

I held Koga's hand and stared at him.

Futaba : "Please don't worry about me. They've all come all the way here to celebrate you."

Koga : "Yeah, but..."

Visitor 2 : "Excuse me."

While Koga was hesitating, a new voice came from the entrance.

Futaba : "Come on, go!"

Koga : "Ah...ha"

I pushed Koga's back and sent him off with the guests.

(I'd be lying if I said I wasn't lonely...but this is fine.)

Kuya : "..."

Kuya, who was watching us from the door, muttered softly.

Kuya. "...You're having a hard time too."

Futaba : "Eh?"

Kuya : "Nothing."

Kuya : *Yawn*

Kuya yawned again, as if it's nothing to do with him.

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Part 2 :

That night, after all the guests who had come to Koga house had left.

The six of us, Koga, Kuya, Aoi, Ginnojo and Yura, were at a restaurant in the entertainment quarter.

Aoi : "...Eh, so you were partying just now? Does that mean this is your second banquet today?”

After I told him the story, Aoi put his hands on his hips in exasperation.

Ginnojo : "When you're as well-known as Koga, even your birthday is a big deal."

Ginnojo pours sake into Koga's sake cup.

Koga : "Well, I'm grateful for that."

Koga gulps down the sake with gusto.

Yura : "I can't ignore the feelings of the people celebrating... By the way, this is a gift from me."

And with that, Yura unfolds the furoshiki cloth he brought with him.

Kuya : "Oh, kintsuba.*"

Yura : "Recently, I've really liked Eitarou's kintsuba**. This is delicious. I can't stop eating it."

Kuya : "Well, let's get started."

Aoi: "Hey, this is a gift for Koga, not you."

After scolding Kuya, Aoi glances at me and Koga.

Aoi : "Well, birthdays are important days for both the person celebrating and the person being celebrated."

Kuya: "..."

Kuya, who had been listening to this, swallowed his kintsuba and looked at me.

Kuya : "What about you?"

Futaba : "Eh?"

Kuya : "Did you celebrate with Koga?"

(Ah...)

Somehow, I could tell what Kuya was trying to say and that he was trying to give me a push.

Koga : "Of course. She was the first one to--"

Futaba : "Um... Yes!"

I boldly interrupted Koga.

Futaba: "But... please, give me some time to celebrate again later."

Koga: "..."

Ginnojo & Aoi : "..."

Yura : "..."

Kuya : "..."

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

Aoi : "Ah, yes yes."

Eventually, Aoi spoke up as if he understood.

Aoi : "In other words, you two didn't have time to celebrate alone, right?"

Yura: "In that case, you should celebrate again just the two of you. I'll eat this kintsuba."

Ginnojo: "Don't worry about us."

Futaba : "Well, I don't mean right now..."

Koga: "Guess I'll do that then."

Koga stands up, looks at me and holds out his hand.

Koga : "Come on, let's go."

For just a moment, I looked back and forth between Koga's outstretched hand and Kuya and the others-

Futaba: "Yes!"

Savouring the joy, I took the hand.

After leaving the restaurant, we returned to Koga's house by carriage. In stark contrast to the daytime, the living room was completely silent.

Koga : "I'll go make some tea, so you can go to my study."

Futaba : "Yes, thank you."

As instructed, I came to Koga's study by myself.

(...what should I do? I'm starting to get anxious now)

As I was alone in the quiet room, a sudden feeling of guilt overwhelmed me.

(I know Koga was worried about me earlier, but I'm sure he likes lively places too, I guess I said something unnecessary after all...)

It started to seem wrong to have cut everyone's time short.

Koga: "Futaba?"

When Koga came back, he saw me with my head down and called out to me.

Koga : "What's wrong, Futaba?"

Futaba: "...Koga... I'm sorry."

I apologised to Koga without being able to lift my head.

Koga : "Sorry... what do you mean?"

Futaba : "Well, I think everyone wanted to celebrate you, Koga. I was being selfish..."

Koga: "..."

Futaba : "--Wah"

Then, before I could finish, I was grabbed around the waist and lifted up.

Futaba: "K... Koga?!"

Koga: "Hey, don't move."

Koga makes me sit at the desk and bends down so that our eyes are at eye level.

Koga: "So, who's being selfish?"

As he looks at me from so close, my heart beats sweetly.

Futaba : "Me..."

Koga: "They were okay with it, so it's not selfish at all, I'm happy I can finally enjoy you."

Futaba: "..."

Koga's gentle voice made my heart lighten a little, and I smiled.

Futaba: "Hehe, Koga, you're so popular it's a bit of a problem."

Koga: "It's a great birthday to hear such a cute line from you."

Koga smiled as well, and we gazed into each other's eyes.

Soon that wasn't enough, so I gently grabbed the edge of Koga's kimono.

Futaba: "Koga..."

Koga: "...Oh, that reminds me, I was going to have to put it off."

As if remembering, Koga gave me a light kiss.

I feel a little sad as he lightly touches me and then quickly leaves me.

(Is that it...?)

His words had shown on his face...

Koga : "...Ha, haha..."

Koga laughed out loud and leaned in close again.

Koga: "Hey, that face is sneaky."

Kouga: "When did you get so good at begging?"

Futaba: "N-no, that's not true."

Suddenly feeling embarrassed when he said it out loud, I quickly denied it.

Futaba: "But..."

Noticing my cheeks getting a little warm, I stare intently at Koga again.

Futaba : "If that's the case, then it's your fault, Koga. It's because you're so mean to me."

Koga : "Okay, okay, let me try again."

Futaba: "Hmm..."

Koga smiles and covers my lips with a kiss again.

Futaba : "Koga..."

Koga: "Yeah, I'm here --Now, I'm yours alone."

We kissed each other countless times, spending a sweet night together–

{The End}

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Menko : Is a Japanese card game played by two or more players. It is also the name of the type of cards used to play this game. Each player uses Menko cards made from thick paper or cardboard, printed on one or both sides with images from anime, manga, and other works.

Eitarou : a neighbourhood located in the Taito ward of Tokyo, Japan. It is known for its vibrant atmosphere and rich cultural heritage.

Kintsuba : Kintsuba cake is a traditional Japanese cake that originated in the Edo period (1603-1868). It is made from a sweet and fluffy sponge cake, filled with a rich and creamy custard filling, and then covered with a layer of smooth chocolate or caramel glaze.

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lowkey! nine— hard to get ka daw

"thanks for today!" you beamed as you bid xiao and hutao goodbye. "it's nothing, gusto ka lang namin i-surprise." xiao said, a ghost of a smile adorning his face, hutao simply smirking in the back before she calls out for kazuha who was relaxing on the couch with your cat—maki. "bye din kazuha!!" him and xiao just stared at each other before kazuha ended the silent staring competition after maki jumped off kazuha's lap and walked away, while he waved back to hu tao with a polite smile.

you watched the pair walk back to their car and drive off, waiting for a moment before locking the door and plopping down on the couch with your boyfriend. "na saan si maki?" kazuha chuckled, running his fingers through your hair as you laid on his chest. "umalis siya kanina," and as if on cue, your cat jumps onto him and makes himself comfortable on your boyfriend's chest too. "dapat pala mas madalas wala si kuya." you sighed in content, closing your eyes—wanting to rest after a long day. "rest ka muna, love. i'll wake you up pag malapit na kuya mo." and just before you could reply, kazuha's phone chimed and the notification itself was able to make your stomach churn.

"huh? ba't may pa-heart pa sa name?" you scowled, pushing yourself up to sit properly and face your boyfriend. "it's not what you think," kazuha thinks of any possibilities that someone could've put yunjin's number on his phone, cause he knows damn well he never saved it. "sinave siguro ni hu tao sa phone ko. i already told you before that i never saved it, right?" he assured you, taking your hand in his and giving it a comforting squeeze. this is kazuha we're talking about, your boyfriend of 10 months who agreed to keep your relationship a secret because of your issues, he would never lie to you and you trust him with all your heart.

"when i replied to her a while ago, i didn't have any intentions of building a romantic connection with her or anything. though i can show you off in front of in front of many people, always know that i love you and that i'd wait for you till you're ready." his words make you tear up and bit, moving closer to pull him in a hug. "i love you too, i'm sorry for reacting a bit iffy. knowing what she feels and how she goes on about it just makes me a bit mad sometimes."

"it's fine, love. everytime you feel insecure, everytime you feel doubt, everytime you feel anxious, i'll always be here to remind you that i love you." he hummed, pulling away from your hug to press a small peck on your cheek. that's right, you have nothing to worry about.

—bonus!

"HUY HALA, WRONG ACCOUNT! DELETE DELETE DELETE DELETE" yn said frantically as she deleted her most recent tweet, whereas kazuha just watched in amusement as he checked the gc. "kinabahan saglit katabi niya? ba't siya kinakabahan? ano ba karapatan niya?" kazuha started rambling with slightly furrowed brows and a small pout. then he turned to you who was biting back a laugh, your expression making his own more pleasant. "ang cute mo mag-selos." you laughed, throwing your head back in amusement.

"'kala mo naman di siya nag-seselos kanina.." your boyfriend teased, pinching your cheeks softly. "hard to get ka daw.. eh ikaw nga unang umamin satin! tsaka ba't ako mag-seselos dun, sino ba siya?" you rolled your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "sige sabi mo eh." "putanginamo di nga 'yon selos!"

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My Sankta Alina.

(Part 1 of ??)

Pairing: Alina Starkov x (Healer) GN!reader

summary: the story of the sun summoner and her healer. fic type - fluff, friends/crushes to lovers (kind of in later parts??), some angst warnings - none word count - 2,230 a/n: more cute stuff ig :). Also, this is my first series, so I don't exactly know when I'll update the next parts.

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Alina Starkov had been living in the Little Palace for approximately 3 months when she was first introduced to the Corporalki grisha by the name of (Y/N). She had been on her way back from working with Bhagra, and on a whim, decided to take a walk around the corridors of her new home. Her interaction with the Corporalki had been a complete accident.

The sun summoner walked tiredly through the intricately designed halls. Bhagra's lessons had gone on an hour more than they usually did, and had been far more exhausting. She needed a breather before returning back to her room. Alina let out a soft sigh as her fingers caressed the edges of her blue kefta. The velvety fabric brought her a comfort she hadn't felt since being in the Ravkan army camp.

The shiny halls were quiet - the only sound being the echoing noise of Alina's steps. The quiet was soothing, having been regularly subjected to the fawning and criticism of the more common grishas. As Alina continued to walk she brushed her hand along the carved drawings on the walls. Each was hand crafted and mesmerizingly stunning. Apart from her bed, they were her favorite part of the Little Palace. The carved wood was a surprisingly smooth texture. It reminded her of the wooden bannisters she and Mal would hide behind when Ana Kuya was in one of her moods.

As Alina's attention was solely focused on the carvings, she didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming her way, nor did she notice the upcoming connection in the hallway. By the time she had noticed, Alina had already bumped into the unknown individual, knocking them both down.

"Saints!" the unknown person yelped. Alina franticly glanced over, looking at them. As far as she could tell, this wasn't anyone she had been introduced to in her few months living here.

"Oh my- are you okay?" the sun summoner asked.

The stranger scoffed, dusting off their red kefta. They hurriedly got back on their feet - attempting to look professional. "Yeah, but maybe watch where you're going next time. Not all of us like to be rudely slammed int....." the strangers words got caught in the back of their throat at they glanced up, taking in the form of their accidental attacker. "Sankta Alina, my apologies." they awkwardly bowed.

Alina jumped forward, stopping them. "No, no, it's completely fine. You're right, I should've been paying more attention." Alina reached her hand out towards the Corporalki and smiled. "And please, just call me Alina."

Without meeting her eyes, the Corporalki took Alina's hand, shaking it hesitantly. "(Y/N). (Y/N), (L/N)." As their arm was much closer now, Alina could see the color embroidered onto (Y/N)'s sleeves. It was grey; they were a healer.

"Well, I'm sorry we had to meet under these circumstances (Y/N). If I had it my way, neither of us would've been on the floor." Alina joked.

The healer and sun summoner smiled at each other. Both casually stood for a moment, chuckling at the ridiculousness of their introduction. Unfortunately, the moment was cut short by a shout from down the hall (Y/N) came from. "(Y/N), what are you doing? You were not permitted to leave your station!" The voice was Ivan's, the heartrender that rode in the carriage that brought Alina to the Little Palace. The healer turned in Ivan's direction, fear evident in their eyes. As he got closer, the heartrender noticed Alina's presence. "Ah, Alina, I'm sorry about my associates disrespectfulness. And (Y/N), how dare you take up the sun summoner's time?" he angrily spoke to both grisha.

Ivan reached forward and harshly grabbed (Y/N)'s arm, pulling them away from Alina. "Once again, Sankta Alina, I'm sorry for their disrespectfulness."

Alina tried to come to the healer's aid, but Ivan dragged them away to fast. She stood in her spot, unmoving, as (Y/N) glanced back her way. They gave the sun summoner a look that she could only describe as apologetic, and was pushed into the Corporalki training room.

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The next time Alina saw (Y/N) was while she was with General Kirigan at the Grand Palace. The two had already done the winter fete tradition of an important grisha showing off their powers, and were now starting conversations around the room. Alina was in the black, silk kefta and gold accessories and shoes Kirigan had gifted her. Each item flattered her extremely well.

As she looked around the room, her eyes caught sight of of the healer. Alina hadn't been able to keep (Y/N) out of her thoughts sense their last interaction, and she knew that the way they looked tonight would only make it worse. They were wearing a rose-red, silk kefta. It was floor length, and was tightened around the middle by a grey and black belt. The embroidering was a healer's grey, which went across the shoulders and continued down on the hips and faded out like veins. Their jewelry was the same color scheme - mainly being made of grisha-steel and rubies.

(Y/N) must've felt Alina's eyes on them. They elegantly brushed their hair from their face, turned their head in Alina's direction, and smiled.

Alina could feel her heart in her stomach, and she wished she didn't. She had only met them once, and seeing them like this already made her feel far more giddy than she ever had with Mal growing up.

The feeling in her stomach only grew as she noticed (Y/N) walking towards her and Kirigan. At this point, the shadow summoner had also noticed the healer that had stolen Alina's attention. "Sankta Alina, it's nice to see you again." they softly spoke.

Alina grinned. "Once again, just call me Alina. There's no need to be referring to me as 'saint'."

(Y/N) smiled at the comment, knowing that it wouldn't happen anytime soon. Kirigan couldn't hold his intrigue any longer. "So, Alina, who's your friend?" he asked.

Alina looked up at the general and then back at the healer before answering. "This is (Y/N). They're a Corporalki - or more specifically, a healer. We met one evening after my training a little while back."

"Our sun summoner ran right into me. She knocked both of us right to the ground." (Y/N) recalled, grinning down at Alina. Kirigan chucked in response of the story, while Alina embarrassingly shrugged.

"In my defense," she started, "I was tired from training and didn't hear you coming." (Y/N)'s laugh doubled at her attempt to make it seem like it wasn't her fault. Their arm reached out, hand going to rest on Alina's bicep. The shu girl's face flushed at the contact.

Kirigan stood to the side of the couple, forcefully smiling at the interaction in front of him. As much as he wanted Alina to focus on her powers and his plan, he couldn't deny that the duo in front of him had some chemistry. And as cute as it was, he couldn't let that happen. It would ruin everything. He had worked so hard to fine the sun summoner and he wouldn't let some healer end it now.

"Well, (Y/N), as nice as it was to meet you, Alina and I now have to be going." as he spoke he reached his arm to the small of her back. At the look he was giving them, (Y/N) removed their hand.

"Oh." (Y/N) glanced over at The Darkling. Both Alina and (Y/N)'s moods seemed to dampen. "Well, it was nice speaking to you both." the healer's mouth twitched as they forced a smile. They respectfully bowed, gave one final look to Alina, and headed back across the room.

Once (Y/N) was out of ear-shot Alina turned towards Kirigan, an unpleasant look on her face. "What was that for? Why'd you shoo them away like that?" she asked.

"Alina," Kirigan roughly whispered, "it's nice that your making friends. But, I need your full focus on your powers. You can't get distracted by some healer - not when we are so close to gaining your full potential." He reached forward, placing his hand where (Y/N)'s had been. Alina felt an unsettling tingle reach down her spine at his touch. "We can't let down Ravka, our home, because of them."

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Once again, it took a while for the healer and the sun summoner to meet again. Only this time, Alina was on the run.

She and Mal had made it out of East Ravka, and were hiding out in small towns and forests they traveled through. Everything had been going fine, other than the close encounter they had experienced with the first army a few weeks prior.

They had made sure to cover their tracks the entire way, and took every precaution possible.

They had officially set up camp in the woods, planning to stay for the next few days. As Alina used her light to warm herself up, she was startled by the sound of a twig snapping somewhere in the forest surrounding them. "Mal?" she gasped in worry. She received no response. "Mal, I swear on all the saints, if you're trying to scare me I'll blind you. Temporarily, of course." her voice grew shakier the longer the spoke.

Another twig snapped, sending Alina farther into her panic. She threw her hands up, shining her light around her. The light lit up the sight of a familiar healer - one that Alina had found herself missing since she ran away.

"Alina?" they gasped out. The sun summoner's light dimmed at the sight of (Y/N). They took a step forward, a relieved grin on their face. "You're okay?"

Alina stepped back, raising her hands back in (Y/N)'s direction. The healer's arms shot up in defense. "Are you with him?" Alina shouted.

"With who?"

"Kirigan! Are you with him? Did he send you out here to find me?" (Y/N)'s face shifted from one of happiness to one of betrayal.

"Alina, no. For saints sake, do you really believe that I would?" they asked.

"I didn't believe he was a bad guy, and look where that got me." Alina still blamed herself for trusting Kirigan, for letting him get so close.

The healer stepped forward again, this time slower and far more cautiously. "I swear. Sankta Alina, you have far more power and respect in my eyes than he ever has." Alina lowered her hands, and stepped back towards the healer. Her shaking hands reached (Y/N)'s outstretched arms, and she hastily pulled them forward into a hug. Her grip was tight, and took (Y/N)'s breath away. "Huh." she gasped out, "Didn't think the sun summoner would miss me this much."

"I didn't miss some healer - I missed one of the only kind people I met in the Little Palace." Alina mumbled. "Of course I'd miss you." A small smile grew on both the grishas' faces.

A loud 'snap' brought them out of their content moment. Alina's head shot up at the noise, much like before. This time, the breaking of twigs came from the person she was yelling for in the first place - Mal. (Y/N) unlatched themself from Alina, and moved in front of her in a attempt to protect her from the form they didn't recognize.

Mal brought his gun up from his side at their movement. "Hey! Get away from her!"

Alina frantically shook her head before yelling, "Wait! Hang on! Mal, their here to help! (Y/N)'s my friend from the Little Palace." Alina then turned towards (Y/N), "This is Mal. We grew up together. He helped me escape Kirigan." Both teens slowly backed down at her words.

"You got her out?" (Y/N) walked towards Mal, and reached their arm out.

"Yes." he sharply responded. Mal clasped his hand around theirs, accepting the handshake.

"Good. Now, as nice as it's been to meet you and catch up with Alina, I have news about the second army." (Y/N)'s demeanor quickly became serious. "You'll have to move soon. They're still a little while away, but it won't be long before they catch up. Look how easy it was for me to stumble upon you guys."

"How many of them is there?" Mal asked.

"Two groups - one coming from the East, the other coming from the South. Second group has some familiar faces, Sankta Alina." as serious as (Y/N)'s topic was, they couldn't help but grin when they called Alina her nickname.

"Who?" Mal, once again, impatiently asked.

(Y/N) rolled their eyes at the boy. "Ivan and Kirigan." Alina visibly shuddered at the thought of the men. "I was placed in the group under Ivan, but I couldn't go along with what they're planning - not to you."

"Well I'm glad you couldn't. It'll be nice to have someone who knows their plan on our side." Alina sighed. Mal nodded at the girls comment, clearly agreeing. "Well what would be our best bet? How should we out run them?"

(Y/N) smirked at the girl. "You're already on the right path. We've just gotta continue through the woods, and have your soldier-boy keep covering our tracks." The healer patted Mal on the shoulder as they spoke about him, and threw him a grin. "Smart idea, by the way." The trio straight away took to packing the things around them, and continued their way to freedom - now with a new advantage.

[purplesurveys]

1896

20 random people... Don't look at the questions beforehand! :D

Nina

Celeste

Hans

Lui

Kaye

Angela

Mom

Reena

Gabie

Kuya

Pau

Jo

Lei

Andi

Leigh

Marie

Dad

Dev

Sam

Pia

Ok, here we go...

How did you meet #4?: College org. I was an applicant at the time, they were already a member, and they seemed very friendly to all the newbies so I stuck around them. In time we became close and even got in the same friend group, which we're both still part of today.

How much does #9 mean to you?: She's a co-worker so while I wouldn't, like, die for her per se or can say that she's 'everything' to me, I'd look out for her nonetheless.

Describe #14 in 2 words.: Extremely intelligent.

What is your best memory with #5?: I loved when she came over to watch YTC Busan live with us! That was also such a random mix of friends to end up happening, so I was anxious they'd all be opposites – but it got really fun.

Do you know all of #2's secrets?: I know none of them seeing as we're only workmates and I like my boundaries.

When is the next time you're going to see #7?: In an hour or two, I'm guessing. She went out for a bit for errands.

When's the last time you saw #17?: 2 AM, Friday – dropped him off at the airport. From there, I won't be seeing him again until November.

How do you think #13 feels about you?: After trying to teach me one of her party card games last Sunday, I bet she now thinks I can get ditzy as all hell hahaha. But apart from that I don't know what else she thinks of me! We rarely see each other and are always shy when we do, lol.

Are #11 and #12 anything like each other?: Quite the contrary; they're a good example of how two people cannot be any more different.

Describe the relationship between #14 and #19.: They have a nonexistent relationship, but if we're gonna be extremely loose about degrees of separation – Hans went to the same school as Andi (#14); they both also were schoolmates with Gab, who used to date Sam (#19).

Is #10 single?: No. Has been engaged for a while now, too.

If you could tell #8 one thing right now, what would it be?: Let's go out soon and maybe we can try a new hobby together, too.

What is the funniest thing you've ever seen #16 do?: I haven't had many funny encounters with her tbh as she's kind of shy and doesn't really want to put herself out there – that, and we've always worked from home.

Can I name coolest instead? There was a time when my teammates and I each needed to make 10-slider decks about any topic (meant to be an exercise on public speaking); and she had what I thought was the most unique and personally relatable presentation – she covered her favorite lesbian media. Music, movies...and there's a bunch in there that I was able to relate to...just cause of my past, I guess. Haha. It felt pretty bittersweet, and I gave her some of my recs too.

How did you meet #15?: School. I can't remember when we got close, though. Maybe in high school if I had to guess – we stay friends these days, too, as she's with Andi.

What would you do if #4 died?: I'd be shocked to say the least. I'm imagining that'd bring the college friend group back together again.

What's the weirdest thing you've ever seen #3 do?: He had a brief stint as a camp...something (guide? counselor? idk terms) in the US a few years ago, so when he came back the first thing he did to me was share a bunch of camp songs he picked up from his time there. After he taught me, he proceeded to sing them all to entire time hahaha.

Are you friends with any of #19's friends?: Not with most of them. We only have a few mutual friends, all linked to Angela/Hans.

Who is #7 to you?: My mom.

What is one thing #13 is really good at?: I'm gonna go with biology and chemistry as she's literally a licensed pharmacist.

What would happen if #1 and #3 hated each other?: That would crush me, tbh. Hans is family at this point, and it'd be sad if he and my sister actively disliked one another.

Is #11 anything like #18?: I guess. Very surface-level similarities, but yeah. They're both leaders, their personalities are both pretty nonchalant...that's what I can think of now.

How much trust do you have in #12?: Lots, in the grand scheme of things. Jo is reliable and trustworthy.

If you fell off a bridge, who would you trust to catch you, #4 or #6? Why?: Angela, 100%. We're exponentially so much closer.

Who do you like the most?: It's a tie between my dad and Angela.

Who do you hate the most?: I didn't put in anyone I dislike.

How did you meet #1?: I would guess she was introduced as my little sister when I was 2.

What would you do if you never met #14?: I probably never would've gotten back into wrestling.

Would you date #20?: Hypothetically, in another universe – sure, why not? She's pretty and so so so SO ridiculously kind and has just such a warm personality.

Have you ever seen #8 cry?: Just once. We cried together at the time, but they were happy tears.

Would #5 and #13 make a good couple?: I've never thought of that. But I don't think so.

Describe #9.: I don't know her much outside of work, but from what I've seen she's hardworking; has a sensitive side in that she doesn't really like getting scolded; and she's a million times friendlier than I am – she gets along with everyone which makes her such an important part of the team. You gotta have an extrovert in PR, and she's that.

Do you like #16?: Yes.

Do you think #4 is attractive?: Personally not my type.

When's the last time you talked to #19?: Around two weeks ago.

Would you date #10?: Hard pass, that's my cousin.

What's the best thing about #15?: She has this innocent and pure aura around her that I adore very much. Like she can never get mad at anything and anyone.

Best thing about #7?: She's very resilient.

Have you ever kissed #11?: Nope.

Have you ever slapped #18?: I've never slapped any one person on the list.

When's the next time you're going to see #12?: I have no idea, our group rarely makes plans to see each other anymore. The last time I saw her was mid-2023 and we didn't even get to meet up after to talk about our Yoongi concert experiences like we planned.

Is #16 pretty?: Yes!

What was your first impression of #4?: Kind, approachable, helpful, reliable, older than me.

Is #13 your BFF?: No.

Have you seen #15 in the last month?: I haven't seen her in years actually lol. Andi and I hang out all the time and I always check in if Leigh will be tagging along...and she just doesn't.

Have you been to #20's house?: I have not. We're not that close.

Last time you saw #14?: April! We watched a wrestling gig. I'll be seeing them again later this month for trivia night – they added me to their team because two of the topics will be Friends and BTS, haha.

Next time you'll see #10?: Tomorrow, I'm guessing! We'll be coming over tomorrow and I think he'll by home.

Are you really close to #1?: Not heart-to-heart talk levels because we're a dysfunctional family and can't bear baring our souls to one another LOL – but it's a close-friend type of close for sure.

Would you give #20 a hug?: Sure. I'm sure I hugged her a few times when we saw each other 2 weeks ago at our surprise engagement party for Angela and Hans.

Tell me a secret about #5.: I don't know her enough to know her secrets.

Describe the relationship between #14 and #3: They were schoolmates in grade school until Andi moved.

What's your relationship with #5?: She's one of the school friendships I've been able to retain all these years. We're not best friends but we check in on one another from time to time.

Have you ever danced with #18?: I have not.

How do you know #13?: She's my closest cousin on my dad's side.

Does #2 have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: I don't think so. She had a dating phase early in the year, but I haven't heard much updates from her since.

Have you ever wanted to punch #6 in the face?: Maybe just once, heh.

Has #11 ever met your mother?: Nope.

Have you traveled anywhere with #12?: Nah. We could've, for Yoongi's tour! But I ended up in Thailand, she in Singapore.

If you gave #7 $100, what would they spend it on?: Probably on groceries.

Best memory of #2?: One of our events where we both ended up fairly tipsy.

What is one thing you most want #14 to know?: That I always feel bad for being the occasional terrible replier, but I hope they know that I always love it when they message and send me the most random questions or rants.

What's the last thing you did with #15?: I honestly have no clue. She's the one I've seen the least often.

When did you meet #8?: We first met around six years ago, when Angela brought us together for some drinks. We never talked again until 2021 when it was Angela (again) who put the three of us in the same chat since we all liked BTS. We got super close from there.

What do you wish for #17?: Good health is #1. It's something I find myself thinking about more often now; and for him not to feel lonely and sad when he's away.

[ask-the-monster-nest-xxx]

Mirror Training

Eiden looked at the other clan members. "Ok! I did this with Yakumo so I will do it with the rest of you to get through your problems. Everyone needs to state their problems and how they want to fix them! Got it?"

Kuya raised a eyebrow "what if we don't have a problem?" Dante nods in agreement with the fox. Everyone else stared at their mirrors.

"You wouldn't have come here if you didn't have a problem!" Eiden replies. Kuya sighs "all right fine. Yes we have problems now what we trying to make ourselves feel better by saying we are good people. Sounds absurd." Eiden sighs

"Lets start with Edmond!" Eiden says and the knight looked up. "Right..." Edmond clears his throat. "I will not let what other people say bother me. I am good at my job and not like other nobles... I want to be able to speak my mind without getting flustered"

Eiden nods "good good. Next?"

The rest of the gem members described there problems as followed.

Yakumo: I am not a monster... I am worthy of being loved...

Kuya: I had to learn to accept what I am as well and not let people judge me for it.

Dante: I project my own insecurities at being left to raise a kingdom on my own on to other people...

Garu: I don't want to be alone... so I made another side of me as well

Olivine: I don't want to disappoint my parents so I don't let people know my true desires

Quincy: I shut out the world so I won't get attached and be more sad when they die because I live forever.

Blade: I am a killing machine... that hurts people. I don't understand what is right or wrong... but I'm learning

Aster: I don't want to be alone so I asked master to make me a friend...

Morvay: I want to be useful and not be a burden

Eiden: i am not just a orphan that only causes trouble. I am not weak and can fight for myself..

(Feel free to ask each gem member about their problems and give them positive things to say about themselves.)

[pikawhooo]

Doom Upon the World

A/N: This is a series I’ve already started and posted here. Decided to bring it here as well, maybe it’ll break my writers block? Here to hoping! Eventually all chapters available there will be brought over here once re-edited. Would love to hear any thoughts, ideas, criticisms ya’ll have!

Pairing: Aleksander x Alina

What if Baghra’s motives for separating Aleksander and Alina were far more… sinister?

I’d had plans for the Sun Summoner for hundreds of years. How to control her, to use her against our enemies, and yet… It all seemed to disappear when she finally came into my life. Alina Starkov. My Sun Summoner. My equal. My other half. I'd never truly understood the concept of soulmates until her. I hadn’t realized how much of myself was missing until she had been quiet literally dragged into my life.

Next Chapter Chapter Index

Chapter 1: His Mother

No. She must be wrong. He couldn’t have. I didn't want to believe it. I'd barely known him a few months and yet... there was something there. I was sure of it. Had been certain of it. Something that had felt so real, and so right. For once I hadn’t felt so… so alone. Could it really have all been a lie?

"You're his mother." Baghra's shadows seemed to be pressing closer, the inky blackness close enough to smother me. Fear crept down my spine, and my mind raced.

Aleksander's- her son's - shadows had never frightened me, not really. I’d always found them strangely beautiful, just as hauntingly beautiful as their master. They felt almost familiar, in the same way my light was familiar, the way he was familiar. They felt almost like an extension of him. I had wondered how they would feel on my skin. Would they be cold and malicious? Soft and comforting? Powerful and tender? I wanted to reach out and touch them, almost certain that they wouldn't hurt me. That he wouldn’t hurt me.

I knew most feared them, what child had not been afraid of the dark once upon a time? I knew I should probably fear it now, fear him. But I couldn’t make myself.

Shadows had never been kind to me, Darkness brought no comfort. Since I was a child, since my parents died, I have been alone. My days were usually filled with the orphanage, with Mal, and it was easier to forget my terrors. But at night, in the dark, there was nothing to distract me from the emptiness inside me, the fear. Children with families could hide in their mothers’ embrace when the nightmares and monsters in the dark came. What did I have? Nothing, no one but Mal. My only real friend.

But not even Mal could ease my loneliness forever. As we grew older we drifted slowly apart. We were separated when we joined the first army, me tucked away with the rest of the cartographers and him with the soldiers. Our paths crossed often enough, but never for long. I was alone again.

The dark always brought nightmares with it, shadow-filled dreams of a village- my village, something in my mind whispered -burning. Screaming, the smell of burning flesh, and those oppressive shadows dancing around the edge of my vision. My mother begging, someone, something for her daughter's life. Kneeling in front of a wall of shadow sobbing.

Please, she's just a child! She's innocent! She's done nothing! My father, in a pool of blood, slumped against the wall, unmoving.

Then Mother fell silent, a line of shadows taking her head from her body. I could do nothing but sob as she slumped to the ground, blood soaking the floor of our home. The shadows rushed toward my hiding place outside the window immediately and I ran. It was never fast enough. No matter how many times I hoped I’d outrun the snarling, angry blackness, it caught me each and every time, pushing in from all around me. Suffocating me.

More often than not, I’d wake screaming, sure the darkness would be there to finish the job.

I’d been told by Ana Kuya that my parents had likely perished crossing the Fold. But the dream felt so real that it made me wonder if it could be true.

I snapped back to the present and found Baghra's cold, calculating eyes boring into me.

"My son tried creating his own army with merzost. He didn't think about the people who lived there, what such power would do to them. Turned them into the twisted, evil things that attacked you." I heard Baghra continue, heard myself respond. But it did not feel real. No. She must be wrong. He couldn’t have. I didn't want to believe it. I'd barely known him a few months and yet... there was something there. I was sure of it. Had been certain of it. Something that had felt so real, and so right. For once I hadn’t felt so… so alone. Could it really have all been a lie? Some trick to use me?

I couldn’t help but remember the way he looked at me tonight. That almost longing, hungry look in his eyes. How his kisses felt needy, almost desperate. All that barely restrained power in his grasp, somehow still so gentle when clutching me tight to him, like he couldn’t get enough, would never get enough.

Like he needed me.

Me.

It had sparked a rush of desire, and I couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly I fit in his embrace, how perfectly we fit together. This was where I belonged. He had seemed similarly affected. The way his hands never stayed still as he kissed me, hungrily memorizing and claiming as much as he could. The tenderness in his eyes when he finally forced himself to break away, only to return a moment later to give a final, breathtaking, kiss. I'd never felt this way before. I'd never wanted anyone like this before. Had it really all been a manipulation? Could he really feel nothing for me? Could he really fake this connection between us? Why?

"He's had many names, served many kings, faked countless deaths, waiting for you... waiting to use you. To take your power for his own. You must leave now, before he makes a slave of you with that stag. While you have a choice still. The world will burn if you don’t heed me, foolish girl." I hardly heard her, stuck staring at the handsome face in the portrait in front of me. There was no mistaking it. Those deep dark eyes, beautiful, and powerful. Strong jaw, inky black hair… Aleksander's face stared back at me. It was true then. Partly at least.

He was the Black Heretic. He created the Fold. He was centuries old, had lived more lives than I could even comprehend. Did that mean it was all true? Had he been biding his time, stringing me along until he could use me for his own purposes? Was that all this was? I felt sick, tears pricking my eyes suddenly.

Then the shadows shifted around us and Baghra cursed, glaring at something behind her. I spun around quickly, foolish hope blossoming in my chest. I knew it was him. Certainly, he had some sort of an explanation. Baghra had to be lying. Had to be. It had to be a trick… Didn’t it?

Aleksander stepped out of the shadows of the tunnel, onyx eyes hard and angry, glaring at us. No. Not at us, at Baghra, at his mother. His hands were fisted at his sides, his jaw clenched, his whole body radiating tension and anger. His shadows whipped restlessly around him, a few tendrils finding their way to me, reaching for me. I found myself reaching back for them, wanting nothing more than to step towards their comforting, safe embrace. My light calling out for me to comfort his angry shadows, soothe the rage I could almost feel racing through him.

But Baghra's hand grabbed my wrist in a bruising, almost punishing grip, keeping me in place and I hissed. Who knew the old bat was so strong? Aleksander’s rage rolled off of him in waves, and I could clearly see how others could be so afraid of him, his face was murderous. And I just wanted to comfort him, just wanted him. Stupid. Stupid. He’s a liar. I shouldn’t trust him, shouldn’t want to be anywhere near him…but I do. Fuck.

"That's quite enough, Mother." Aleksander hissed, drawing closer.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

8.11.24 Sunday

6:43 am

Angels??? Help...

Still,have windblow...

I don't know who are real on my family, on both sides...

I sense some fake "Treyes" and some fake "De Ocampo's" , some fake "Old and new friends".... Some fake people coming from TV as well???

For 17 years.... They are on unity....

I suddenly remember the reunion with Treyes few years back... Angelo was not there...Angelo is my or our first cousin,my brother RV and I ( our first cousin ) on my biological father's side.... Our first cousin on Uncle Beng who is as well half-brother of my biological father.

I don't know if RV met him already ( Angelo our first cousin on Uncle Beng )... I met Angelo when the time that I stayed in the house of Uncle Doods in Avida. I also met the wifey of Angelo who is a Church Of Christ member or Iglesia Ni Cristo.

Hmm... I don't know what is the plan of Manalo against me or us here??? Why, will MANALO'S perhaps ordered a kill on my family member's... Probably, Angelo was being persuade for something which I just realized now...

Angelo was nice... He was skinny and chinky eyes, cute if he will be chubby but we are just really cousins. He ate my "leche flan" him and his wifey when the time that I was with Uncle Doods and I made a "leche flan" manually... Shit! Someone took my recipes book... When the time that I went back here in this house of my adoptive parent's...

So, Angelo the cousin on Uncle Beng lives somewhere at the back of Imus... So, difficult to find their house. I was with my biological father one time then, we dropped off Uncle Beng to their house in Imus...

But Angelo I just remember coz I had have a confusion that he never attended any of the big event reunion of Treyes Clan, which I met Aunt Ten2x and his sons ( one is black and one is white ) for twice or thrice but we never really talk just seeing each other... A flat family reunion...

I was really thinking, oh! yeah... yeah... These are my family on my biological father's side... I had have the windblow since 2007... Hmm.... I was really thinking and having confusion.

But I never actually think of getting of any of my cousin's to be my bf, even J.I. Iver my cousin on my biological father's side, mainly linking on Aunt Ten2x in Olanggapo... Funny, family I have on Treyes....

Then, the first time that I saw my cousin-white the white son of Aunt Ten2x, I forgot the place... It was a beach resort... I saw them my black and white cousin. I saw him my cousin-white, it was a quick glimpsed of us but it was just flat. I was chubby that time, I think my hair was a bit curl coz I was broken-hearted on Rocky ( now Dr. WILLIS the one who divirginized me ). I got sick but Brien just suddenly appeared in my life again... Then, JP was as well appeared in the scenarios... We were on our 20's that time, it was after college. That reunion, I was with Brien having a long distance relationship and I'm receiving money from him that time via Western Union fresh from Qatar..." All the way" from Qatar where he met his wifey now named Joanna ;)...

I didn't think to end up with a first cousin until I finished reading the entire bible... Then, everything changed year 2013, that I'm a fully adult that year 2013!

I find my first cousin cute or pretty the first time that I saw him on our very first reunion... But my mind was just blah2x yadah2x these are just cousins... Until these spin is happening on me unfairly,that I can truly like my cousin-white on Aunt Ten2x...

I don't know how to organize the next story here where I saw my Aunt Ten2x and Aunt Joy with my first cousin as well our "Kuya John2x".It was weird right... Meeting your cousins on your biological father's side...

But I truly like my first cousin on my Aunt Ten2x...

Now, I feel bitterish... I feel bitter...

8:51 am

Still,have windblow...

Uncle Jun is cooking now... Thank God coz it is Sunday...

8:56 am

Still,have windblow...

It was funny that the 2nd time that I saw again my cousin-white on Aunt Ten2x,it was on Uncle Dood's house in Avida... He said something to me like someting a word with ish coz he is an american... He said something like a hi and telling story about Aunt Ten2x that he said that you know mama or mother is saying "puke2x" when she is cleaning in the house. I just smiled at him...

I was thinking my cousin white was a child for saying that "puke"2x....He said to his mother that he will steal the broom something like that and Aunt Ten2x will shout at him and will say "Puke ka,Puke ka!"

9:34 am

Uncle DD and Aunt Karen are here again...

9:43 am

This is for my first cousin white on Aunt Ten2x...

10:11 am

My Aunt Ten2x is somehow like this when I'm on my black skinned...

On and off sometimes I blackened my skin... When the time that I was with my bf Ryan, I blackened my skin but will go back to white again... Planning to be more super white...

This story will be repeating again and again... I just accidentally blackened my skin and there were days that I had blackened my skin....

Time that I was spoiled here during my teenage years,on and off I blackened my skin for quite some time then I will go back to white again...

Then, if I'm spoiled again probably to have some colour again but I don't wanna gain much...

11:05 am

I like this piece of art, riding a horse or being protected by a horse or simply owning a horse.

I still wanna get my own progress and vanities...

4:02 pm

Still,have windblow...

Accidentally saw KC's reel and she's talking about her own scent that she actually put it all over her body.... She wanted to make the moment perfect so that someone can smell her good, head to foot... Not bad...

Actually, I was doing that these days though there are some spot where to spray your perfume.... But since I'm commuting these days, I feel so conscious that I can be you air freshner if I pass on your way... For me I made it intentional...

Yeah...Yeah...Symbolism of being dead but alive but smashed by an unknown force.

It is so FRENCH, ask KC about this... Being an air freshner...

Wearing a strong scent, either cologne or perfume means showing your stronger soul or fighting for your dying soul...

In a gathering where there are so many people around, wearing their own strong scent means showing their aura's or battling with each other's inner soul strenght.

4:30 pm

Hmmm... On the other angle ,I still feel self-pity... I feel boring and I wanna remove my "deep smile lines" and I wanna get a bf to move on but I feel bad that my cousin is married... I'm just alone here and Garret or some Garret will not take me in???

7:08 pm

Still,have windblow...

Uncle DD and Aunt Karen are here again... In and Out... Super hectic schedules...

9:48 pm

Still,have windblow...

I still wanna leave Cavite... I feel self-pity here... I wanna buy stuff angels...

I wanna have a bf, I don't like anyone here... I want my cousin white or Garret... I feel bitterish!

I feel lazy and boring... I want a bf who looks like Ken, cute and can speak English.

I'm thinking of money and my future... I feel jealous on people who are happy being in-love.

[fasa-umich]

Nicole Manalac || FASA's 2023-2024 Secretary

“You’re Filipino, I’m Filipino, let's be friends.” 

Those were my thoughts as I approached FASA’s table in Festifal. There I met my future ate, Ashley, who then invited me to the Buwan ng Wika Picnic. Later this week, I attended an athletics event, where my future kuya, Colin, would be sitting behind me. And on the way to the Picnic from Bursley, my future ate, Krystelle sat across from me.

Crazy how life works.

I can’t thank FASA enough for the unforgettable memories and the close knit community that it has given me. From being part of the best lineage ever, to having an amazing intern class, and working with such a driven board, it has been a great 2 years. 

Highlights: 

Meeting my fellow 4th floor Burlodger Angelica at the Picnic and realizing we were right down the hall from each other

Taking a photo in front of Angelica’s door every morning at 6 am as I went to practice

Falling into a lake and showing up at Amanda’s house right before a football game

Having Amanda and Christian be my “Parents” for a day as they watched my rowing meet

Dressing up as Vector and meeting Alexa who coincidentally dressed up as a minion

Going absolutely insane while cooking for the intern project

Presentation night with Darago at NYPD 

Using the same Vector costume to then dress up as the Lorax (what will I be next year?)

So anywhoosies, let's talk about being Secretary. 

When I first became Secretary, I honestly was not as confident as I should have been, but as I talked to more people like Justine, Prezzies, Core 4, and board, I started taking more initiative and being less worried about things. Deciding that it was easier to ask for forgiveness rather than permission also really helped me, but I wouldn’t really recommend that strat for everyone. 

Being Secretary had its ups, like finally getting a big room for an event, ordering merch, or being able to organize everything using spreadsheets. But it also had its downs, like scrambling for a room because everything on that day was booked, waking up and booking mason hall classrooms to try to beat the other clubs from getting to them, or not being able to even get rooms at all. But if you asked me, I’d do it again - oh wait I am…  😼

So for the next next Secretary, here are my notes to you:

OMG Congrats! The role may be intimidating at first, but know that if you were elected, it is because people believe in you and want to succeed. Take initiative, and take risks. 

Frontload all the room bookings - it takes so much stress off your mind when you know that the room bookings are done, invest now so that you don’t have to sacrifice later (I myself could have done a better job of this)

Inventory… don’t forget about it. 

Have a plan A, B, and C

Spreadsheets - Use them, they’re amazing

Be vocal - if someone looks like they have something on their mind, they probably do and ask them to share. 

I (as well as all of board) will always be here if you need it. 

There’s honestly so much that I can say about Secretary, like how it developed my ability to anticipate needs and problem solve, how it was the perfect outlet to develop my administrative and excel skills, or simply just gave me a great group of friends to yap with. I’m keeping it short, sweet, and simple here because at the end of the day, maybe the real testimonial was the friends we made along the way. 

[luvinelysia]

still have my heart

[14.] worries and concern

"xiao, you ok?" your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. currently the both of you were in the library and was studying together. the teal haired boy didnt answer you at first, still hesitating if he should tell you or not.

you noticed his reluctance and held his hand in yours. xiao immediately jolted back to reality the moment he felt a soft and gentle touch in his. "xiao we're friends arent we? you can tell me if something is bothering you. i'll be more that happy to help."

xiao felt embarassed. he didnt want you to see him be so vulnerable but then again he didnt want his friends to be bothered. he didnt just wanna sit still. he wanted to help but he didnt know what to do. reaching a dead end, he chose to consult you for help.

"well...." xiao began, still a bit hesitant but after seeing you shift in your position to listen clearly to him he decided to continue "well two of my friends have been acting strange and its quite obvious they had a fight since theyre avoiding each other but i dont know what to do. i tried to talk to one of them but they wont open up. they helped me so much so i want to help them out this time too." you noticed the melancholy that painted xiao's face. it was fairly obvious to you that xiao kept people close to his heart. so knowing his friends fought must be hard on him.

"do you have any ideas on what they could be fighting about?" you asked him, wanting to help xiao as much as you can. xiao shaked his head. he wished he knew the reason. somehow this made him more saddened than before. "for now, its better to let them sort it out on their own. people tend to not express their feelings and rather keep to themself." xiao listened intently to your advice as you kept going. "if you feel like your friends calmed down and still tend to avoid each other, you should talk to them and hear both sides of the story. it'd help a lot. maybe they just misunderstood each other and miscommunicated." you flashed him a smile as xiao managed to calmed down a bit although he was still shaking with anxiety.

"you still seemed nervous" you let out a light hearted chuckle as xiao grew flustered and embarassed. it was embarassed that you get to see him like this. "ah! i know" you had an idea as xiao listened to what you might have had in mind. "why dont you come over to my place right now? i wanna introduce you to my cat!"

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[padme-parker]

Mizpah // the darkling x f!reader // ch 3

summary: After finally meeting the darkling, the two of you have a one on one conversation. It seems like Mal and Alina also have one. An offer is made to you, one that you could simply not deny

A/N: Please read this before continuing-- From here on, the rest of the fic will most likely be following the book series instead of the show. However there will be some aspects of the show woven in! Also I know the beginning of this chapter doesn’t line up with what happened in ch 2 but its whatever. for the sake of the story, the timeline is going to be dragged out for as long as possible <3 

I also made a playlist, give it a look :))

As Mal walks with the guard towards the room the General had directed for him to wait in, he hears his name being called out. His heart pounds at the sound of Alina’s familiar voice. He turned around, her face being split by a giant smile. Alina runs toward him, engulfing him in a hug, her arms around his neck.

“What’re you doing here?” She asked

“Hell if I know.” Mal said with a weariness that Alina hadn’t expected. “I had a report to make to your master.”

“My what?” There was confusion on her face before a grin took its place. “You and y/n were the ones who found Morozova’s herd. I should’ve known, the two best trackers in all of Ravka.” Alina knew something was off. Mal couldn’t bear to look her in the eyes, where had all the excitement he had felt earlier gone?

“I should go.”

“What do you mean? You just got here.” The sun summoner could feel something topple over in her, all of the anger and embarrassment that she had built up. All the letters she had sent, but never gotten a reply to. All the times she had hoped Mal would come and find her, yet when he finally did, he was just going to leave again. “You know what, sorry. I didn’t realize I was wasting your time.” She sneered, the love in her eyes now replaced with animosity.

“I didn’t say that.” He argued.

“No, no, I understand. You can’t be bothered to answer my letters. Why would you want to stand here talking to me, while y/n is waiting saints knows where.” Mal’s mood shifted into one of confusion.

“I didn’t get any letters.” He whispered.

“Yeah right.” She replied angrily. Mal sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

“We have to move constantly to track the herd. My unit is barely in contact with the regiment anymore.” Mal was tired of arguing with Alina. He had come to see one of his bestest friends, he didn’t expect for it to end like this.

Alina hesitates for a second to look at Mal, noticing how much he has changed since she was taken from the Darklings tent. He was no longer the Mal she knew, something had happened to him since the months she had been gone. His eyes were colder, his posture was one of somebody who was always on alert.

“You didn’t get any of my letters?” She uttered, feeling the ends of her heart fraying. He shook his head, she could tell his mind was elsewhere now, a distant look in his expression.

“Mal, I..” She hesitated. “Can’t you stay a little while longer?” She pleaded. She hated the fact that she had to do so just to spend time with him. “You can’t imagine what it’s been like here.” He lets out a laugh, one riddled with sarcasm.

“I don’t need to imagine. I saw your little demonstration in the ballroom. Very impressive.” He sneered.

“You saw me?”

“Yes, both y/n and I got a glimpse of you.” He paused, trying to search for the right words. “Do you know how worried I’ve been about you? How worried we were? Y/n was stationed near the southern borders and when she came looking for us she was so worried. She didn’t know what happened to you and neither did I. I couldn’t tell her the truth because I had no what they’d done to you! We had no way to reach you. Did you know that there were rumors that you were being tortured?” The words left his mouth in a quivering mess. “When we had heard of the opportunity to see you once more, we took it. We did it for you, Alina.”

“Really?” She tried to believe Mal, why would he come looking for her when he could be with anyone else. After all of these years, she had become so used to his indifference.

“Yes.” He hissed. “And here you are, safe and sound. Dancing and flirting like some cosseted little princess-”

“Don’t sound so disappointed.” She snapped. “I’m sure the Darkling can arrange for a rack or some hot coals if that would make you feel better” Mal scowled and stepped away from her. She couldn’t believe that they were fighting. Alina lays her hand on one of his arms and feels it tense below her, yet he doesn’t pull away.

“Mal, I can’t help the way things are here. I didn’t ask for any of this!” He looks at her and then looks away, some of the tension leaving his body.

“I know you didn’t.” The weariness in his voice came back, making Alina remove her hand from his arm. “What happened to you Mal?” She whispered. Mal chose to say nothing, staring into the darkness of the hall. She lays her hand on his cheek, feeling the stubble on her palm. She turns his face until his eyes meet hers.

“I can’t…” She lets her fingertips wander to the scar on his jaw.

“Genya can fix this, she can..” She knows she said the wrong thing when Mal takes a step back.

“I don’t need fixing” He snapped. Snatching Alina’s hand from where it had just been seconds before.

“I didn’t mean..”

“Are you happy here, Alina?” The question took her by surprise.

“I don’t know… sometimes…”

“Are you happy here? With him?” Alina didn’t have to ask who Mal meant. She didn’t know what to say.

“You're wearing his symbol. His colors.” He observed, his eyes glancing at the gold charm hanging on her neck.

“They’re just clothes.” She tried to convince him, quite possibly herself too.

“You and I both know that they’re more than just clothes.”

“What difference does it make what I wear?”

“The clothes, the jewels.” He spat. “Even the way you look. He’s all over you!” The words hit her like a slap. She takes her hand from his tight embrace and crosses it over her chest.

“It’s not like that.” She said, avoiding his gaze. Mal could see right through her, he could see the flush that had started to form when he had mentioned the Darkling.

“I saw how he looked at you Alina!”

“I like how he looks at me!” She shouted, a malicious smile forming on Mal’s face.

“Just admit it,” He sneered. “He owns you.”

“He owns you too, Mal.” She bit back. “He owns us all.” The smile falling from his face.

“No, he doesn’t.” He said fiercely. “Not me. Not y/n. Not ever.”

“Oh really? Don’t you have someplace to be? Don’t you have orders to follow?” Mal stands up straight, his face cold and devoid of any emotions.

“Yes, I did. My orders were to wait for you to be taken to me. But I think I found what I’ve been looking for.” He turned sharply and walked out, leaving Alina to her thoughts. She finally lets the tears fall down her cheeks, her body coursing with anger and heartbreak. For months she had dreamt of the day where she would be able to see Mal again. She had spent her whole lifetime chasing after him, but she knew now it was time to let him go.

-

THE DARKLING walks closer to you, while you stay propped up next to the door. You fidget with your hair, moving it to one side as he inches closer and closer until he is a few feet away from you. You anticipated his next moves, he brings his hand to you neck and strokes it.

“Your bleeding.” It seems like Genya had nicked you after all. “Here, let me.” He offered, taking a cloth from his pocket and gently wiping the small amount of blood away. His other hand resting at the nape of your neck for stability. You watched his eyes as he concentrated on his actions. You prayed to the saints that he couldn’t hear the incredibly fast pace your heart was beating at.

“So, what did you need to speak to me about.” You questioned. Deeming his work satisfactory, he takes a step back. Tucking the bloodied cloth back into his kefta.

“Have you eaten yet?” He asked.

“What?” Some of the excitement inside of you had deflated.

“It must’ve been a long ride from Kribirsk, I’m sure you're starving.” He calls out for one of the oprichniki outside of his doors and orders them to bring dinner for the two of us.

“I appreciate the gesture, sir. But surely that’s not why you wanted me to stay behind.”

“No, you’re right. Take a seat.” He points to a smaller table, one that hadn’t been occupied by maps and war strategies. It was a rectangular table, both seats facing the window that had shown the view of the lake. You walked towards the table and took a seat. The moonlight glimmered off of the lake, making you smile. He places a lantern in the middle of the table, assuring that you were not going to eat in the dark. In one swift motion, he sits right next to you, his body angled towards yours. “How do you know Alina?”

“We grew up together.” He looked at you, pressing for more details. “In an orphanage in Keramzin.” You were interrupted by a knock, the food had finally arrived. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until the smell of roasted lamb had made your mouth water. “Is that roasted lamb? It’s my favorite!” The Darkling shot you a smile, motioning for you to dig in.

“I was alone until Alina and Mal had come in.” You said between bites. “I never knew my parents. Ana Kuya said I had just turned up one day on the doorsteps, wrapped in nothing but a blanket. I used to get bullied, but when they showed up, they started picking on Mal too. Alina, being the great person she is, defended us both.” A smile made its way onto your lips as you reminisced about your youth. “From then, the three of us were like peas in a pod. We were never seen without each other. That was until we joined the First Army. Alina and Mal had been stationed near Kribirsk while I was down south in Caryeva. We rarely got to see each other.” The Darkling watched as you shoveled the food into your mouth. His hands clasped together, resting on his lap as he listened intently.

“Are you not going to eat?” You pointed the knife in your hand at his plate.

“No, it’s for you.” He replied, pushing the plate closer to you. You squinted your eyes, bewildered by the movement.

“What do you want from me?” The words had left your mouth before you could think, “Sorry, I..” Truly, what would the darkling want from someone like me? Someone who wasn’t like him. You thought to yourself.

“Stay. I want you to stay at the palace.” He announced, his request shocking you to the core. “..Alina needs a friend here, someone she knows and is familiar with. Someone she is comfortable around.”

“What about Mal?” You set down the fork and knife, forgetting about the food.

“He is welcome to stay too.” A quiet and hesitant knock is heard after he finishes speaking. He calls out for the person, allowing them to enter. “Ah, Alina. We were just talking about you.” He motions for her to come to the table.

She gingerly walks over to you, her arms crossed over her chest. “What about me?” She asked.

“I’ve invited our friend here, y/n, to stay at the palace. Your friend, Mal, may stay too.”

“He won’t be staying here.” She sniffled, a sarcastic laugh leaving her lips.

“What? Why?” You inquired.

“He left.” She explained. You knew she was leaving out some details. Just mere hours ago, Mal had been ecstatic to see her again. Yet now he was gone? Something wasn’t adding up. You’d pester her later about it when you weren’t in the presence of the Darkling.

“My offer to you still stands, y/n. You may stay, granted that you take residence in this hall.” Alina tried to hide her shock, no one had ever stayed in the Darkling’s hall. He had it all to himself. She didn’t even know there were other rooms near his. “If you are to stay here at the Little Palace as a guest, then I’ll need to be able to keep an eye on you just in case something happens.”

You give yourself some time to decide. You had duties to attend to, you and Mal had to track the stag. However, given that the two of you had pinpointed it’s location, there wasn’t much left to do. What the Darkling was offering you had been everything you’d dreamt of. If you stayed you wouldn’t have to wait days just to bathe. You wouldn’t have to starve anymore.

“How long would I stay?”

“For as long as Alina likes.” He said. You turned to Alina, asking if this had been the right choice for you. She gives you an eager nod.

“Fine. I’ll stay for Alina.” You look at her again, taking note of the color of her kefta. She was wearing his colors, which could possibly mean one thing. “Are you two together?” Alina’s eyes widen with humility while the Darkling lets out a brief laugh.

“Sorry for her behaviour. She just doesn’t know how to shut her trap.” She moved from where she was leaning against the table and pinched your arm. Her playful glare made you giggle. She opens her mouth to talk again.

“No, we aren’t.” The Darkling answered for her. He noticed the frown on her face, sending her a tight lipped smile, signalling that they would talk later. “You must be tired. Let me show you to your quarters. Alina, stay here.” He motioned for you to follow. Alina watched as the two of you left the war room, a sigh leaving her lips.

You followed him for a few paces before he stopped in front of a door. “Your room is right across from mine if you ever need anything. However I think everything you need is already there.” He replied. You waited around, wondering what was to happen next. He nodded his head towards the door, allowing you to enter. The room had been dark, no lanterns had been lit up due to the room being unoccupied. The Darkling called for an inferni. One came over quickly, lighting up the candles and lanterns as quickly as she could. The room was quite similar to Alina’s, the only difference being that most of the furniture had his symbol engraved on it. Had this room once belonged to his lover? You were too afraid to ask, not wanting to overstep your boundaries. “I’ll be back in the morning to give you a proper tour of the palace. Until then, get some rest.” Without bidding you goodbye, the Darkling left to go speak with Alina.

Without wasting a second, you ran towards the tub, drawing yourself a warm bath. It had been so long since you had been able to bathe by yourself. You’d gotten used to bathing with the other female soldiers that you had forgotten had relaxing it could be. You wash all the accumulated dirt and grime from your body along with your hair. Feeling the water begin to grow cold, you reach for a robe before heading towards the dresser.

It’s contents were luxurious. Many gorgeous dresses, all varying lengths. Countless nightgowns embroidered with flower designs. At the very end of the dresser was a kefta. No ordinary one, it was gold with black detailing. It seemed to stop mid knee. You wanted to reach out to it, to feel it underneath your fingertips but decided not to. Maybe another day. Instead you reached out for a nightgown and slipped it on. To your surprise it fit perfectly, almost too perfectly. Deciding not to dwell on it for much longer, you blow out the candles, leaving the lanterns alight and slip under the heavy covers of the bed. The fatigue from the journey finally caught up with you, and you found yourself sleeping within the minute.

-

“I won’t let you take them!” A voice that sounded like yours shouted. What were you talking about? Who were you talking about?

“You have no say in this matter.” You couldn’t tell who was talking and it frustrated you, it felt like their name was on the tip of your tongue.

“There’s always a choice.” Before you knew it someone had pressed a cold blade against your throat, gasping emerging from the people around you.

“No! Don’t do it.” Someone pleaded just as another shouted your name.

“I won’t be your pawn, not anymore.” You said, the next thing you felt was the warmth of your own blood dripping on you. You stumbled back, your hands going to the laceration on your neck. You gasped and whimpered in pain as you felt more blood leave you. In the background you could hear someone screaming, another one sobbing whilst saying your name.

-

You woke up screaming, your hands going to your neck as you stumbled out of bed, falling onto the floor. The door to your room flew open and in came the Darkling along with the oprichniki. Some had their pistols drawn, ready to shoot, while others held their arms up. The Darkling and his guards ran about your room, looking for an intruder to find none. Noticing the state you were in, he ordered the guards to leave.

He crouched down to you, reaching out his hand to touch you before pulling back. “Are you alright?” Your gaze met his, you observed the sun's rays coming through your windows, lighting him up like an angel. His eyes held concern as you hesitated to answer him.

“I’m not sure..” For the first time in your life, you were terrified. You shed a few tears as you looked at him, your shaking hands still around your neck. He hovers his hand over yours, stopping just before they made contact. He was asking for permission to touch you. With a nod, he gently placed his hands atop of yours before removing them. The birthmark on your neck was now raw and red, as if you had been violently scratching it.

Your dream had left you in shambles as one thought ran wildly through your mind, was my birthmark a warning of what was to come?

-

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Also not proofread so sorry for any mistakes lmao

[tellmewhatyouc]

read on ao3 | warning: non-graphic mentions of various injuries

Quincy’s body told a story. The scars, the burns, the discoloration in his skin. Each and every mark was important in its own way.

Kuya knew quite a bit of Quincy’s story. Some he’d heard, some he’d seen with his own eyes... some he’d contributed to himself. But there were plenty of marks Kuya had little to no context for, either from a lack of questioning or Quincy’s reluctance to speak.

Quincy didn’t like the questions, but that didn’t stop Kuya from getting up close and personal. It wasn’t as though some light touches would ever wake Quincy, who slept like the dead.

Kuya ran his thumb over the small scar above Quincy’s collarbone. That one was his fault, when he’d gotten a little overzealous with his love bites. Quincy insisted it was nothing, but when Kuya finally convinced him to see a doctor, they found it warranted stitches.

Next, Kuya’s hand found the indent in Quincy’s shoulder, a patch of misshapen skin from when a hunter had shot him by accident. Kuya had teased him about it, saying it served him right for living in the middle of the woods, but that didn’t negate how distraught he’d been at the hospital. Quincy still had issues with his arm, even after a few years of recovery.

On the same side, he had some raised, discolored skin on the back of his hand. He wouldn’t explain it, but Kuya figured out it must’ve been from some pretty severe burns.

On the opposite side, he had a larger scar that ran from the bottom of his ribcage to his hip. Quincy had described it as a knife wound, but refused to give any further details.

Following the v-shape of his hips, he had a small, faded scar. Likely the only scar from an intentional procedure— an appendectomy. Kuya had been there before and after the surgery to ensure Quincy didn’t deny anesthesia or painkillers like the idiot he was.

Kuya frowned as he traced his finger back and forth over the scar. It seemed so out of place among the others, neat and nearly-healed. But it was the only scar that was there for good reason, that was a necessity to heal him.

Quincy’s hand grabbed Kuya’s wrist. Kuya looked up to see tired eyes staring into his own.

“I told you I don’t like that.”

Kuya cracked a smile. Yes, maybe he’d tried to experiment with Quincy’s scars as erogenous zones before, only for Quincy to slap his hands away. But that wasn’t his intention now. “I’m not fondling you, old friend. Just looking. Admiring.”

Quincy grunted, dropped his hand, and let head fall against the pillow. Either he didn’t mind it after all, or he was too tired to argue with Kuya.

Kuya’s hand reached for Quincy’s again, touching the burn marks on the back of it.

“Will you ever tell me what happened here?” he asked, brushing his fingers against Quincy’s knuckles.

“No.” Quincy’s eyes were closed again.

“Hmph.” Kuya rubbed his thumb against a groove in Quincy’s skin. “Can you… feel much sensation?”

One eye opened, for a brief moment, to look at their hands touching. “Not really.”

“Hm.” Kuya furrowed his brow. He reached for Quincy’s palm instead, where he was sure Quincy could feel it. “You really won’t tell me?”

Would it honestly change anything, whether he knew the details of Quincy’s past or not? He was curious, sure, but…

“If you tell me what happened to your eye.”

…he had secrets of his own, didn’t he?

[adarlingmess]

Ugnayan

Summary:

Filipino word, noun: connection between persons, groups, countries, etc.

A collection of works detailing a manananggal clan’s relations with the Treses, and their allies.

II: Bad Habits

Summary: After disrupting one of House of Arko’s operations, one of the Kambal meets up with their informant.

Words: 4540

Characters: Basilio, Crispin, Sabina (OC), Alexandra Trese (mentioned only), Ammie (mentioned only), Reyna Manananggal (mentioned only), Dominic Villaceran (mentioned only), Mama Grande (mentioned only)

Relationships: Basilio/Original Female Character

Language: English, with a few Filipino words and phrases sprinkled in.

Rating: 16+

Warnings: Strong language, violence, mentions of abortion, references to human trafficking + sexual trafficking, sexual themes

Author’s Notes:

I am: back on my bullshit again

People were looking for a part 2 so have more Basilio x OC stuff. Spoiler warning for Verdugo: Takutan because this story heavily references its lore and events! The comics are known to be darker in tone, and so is this fic, so heed the warnings above. No Taglish version this time, Darling niyo pagod na 😩

This was supposed to be a simple job.

Get in, rough up House of Arko’s operation while Bossing is paying them a visit in their mansion, get out, and watch as Bossing confronts them about it at the next social gathering they’ll host.

But nothing was ever simple about the aswang, right?

Now there’s a huge one trying to eat Basilio alive.

“Damn it, Basilio. Your recklessness is a bad habit that’ll bite us in the ass later!” his older brother berates him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever! Now might be the right time to call for backup kuya,” he strains, attempting to pull the  magubat’s jaw apart with his superhuman strength. His fingers slip from the drool and it almost bites his hands off.

Crispin’s busy with a horde of mailap, taking turns in taking pot shots from him in the shadows. “We should’ve taken a page from Carlos’ book and brought palm fronds. Who should we call?”

“What about Maliksi?” Basilio suggests.

“What’s one tikbalang to all these aswangs? We need something bigger, maybe a higante to take on that magubat!”

“Gago, a higante can’t get here as fast as a tikbalang!” Basilio snaps.

“Mas gago ka! What about that playmate of ours from when we were kids, y’know, the one that tipped Bossing off about this whole trafficking operation anyway? Think she can fly her way here?” Crispin growls, shooting down a mailap who was foolish enough to ambush the more cautious twin from above.

Ah, yes. Sabina.

Boyish, intimidating, hard to figure out- but still hot enough to flirt with, despite being aswang; that’s how Basilio would describe her. This Sab was a far cry from the Sabina Marie he once knew years ago, the one who used to wear an all-girl Catholic school uniform, shyly shared her snacks and books with him, and kissed him farewell when her mama told her she’ll not be coming with her to meetings with the lakan anymore.

A few days after they caught up with each other, she turned up at the Diabolical not too long ago with a flash drive for Alex’s eyes only. She didn’t even breathe a word to him, much less look at his direction, but Basilio could only surmise that it’s his fault.

“Sabina? Well, manananggals who follow the queen can shoot. It’s- ungh- worth the shot!” Basilio answers back, straining as he gets swatted to the side with one gigantic claw. “You make the call, my hands are full!”

“Give me your phone, I don’t have her Facespace.”

Basilio looks down from several feet, and gives his brother a sheepish smile. “Uhhh, okay, but she’s been seenzoning me.”

From behind his mask, Crispin frowns. “What did you do?”

“She might’ve seen me tagged in Ammie’s story when I was supposed to watch her gig. I got there when her set was ending, and she was pissed.”

Grumbling, Crispin takes his frustrations off on a mabangis charging towards him, a flurry of bullets raining upon its body. “What did Bossing say about getting personal with informants?”

“What? It’s Sab. She’s-”

“An aswang who might have an ulterior motive in helping us. Tangina Basilio, think with your head sometimes! The one between your shoulders!”

Distracted, Basilio failed to stop the jaws of the magubat from closing in on him. As quickly as his reflexes allow, he tosses his brother his phone.

“Just call already! Tell her it’s an emergency.”

The older Kambal flies up and extends his free hand to catch it. Crispin launches Basilio’s Facespace app and begins to search for their informant. He found her under the name Sab Evasco. Crispin pretended not to see the string of messages Basilio left for her, all left on read.

Her phone rings. One time. Two times. Three times. Crispin dials again. Twice. Thrice.

Someone picks up. He puts the call on the loudspeaker.

There’s someone strumming a guitar in the background, accompanied by a drumset’s cymbals. They come to a halt and Crispin hears a frustrated woman’s voice from the other end of the line.

“Ulol gago, fuck you Basilio, you can tell me if you’d rather go on Starbreaks coffee dates with a wind girl than watch me play.  I’m a grown woman, I can handle a simple ‘no’. I’m not in the mood for your games! Now fuck off, I don’t want to hear from you. I have a gig to practice for.”

Basilio cringes as he listens to Sabina’s tirade. Crispin guns a charging mabangis down, and his mask dematerializes for a brief moment, just enough for him to mouth to his brother “Gago ka talaga.”

“Sabina, it’s Crispin. We could use some backup here. We’re being swarmed by aswang.”

The sound of a guitar being unceremoniously dropped and the mad shuffle to catch it can be heard from Sabina’s line, followed by quick footsteps. Sabina talks again, calmer this time. “What? Couldn’t Basilio get his own ass on the phone and tell me himself?”

With an exasperated expression, Crispin turns on the camera, and points the phone at Basilio, who’s caught between the magubat’s jaws. “He said you were ignoring him, and he can’t get on the phone right now, as you can see.”

The Kambal heard her fumbling with more equipment, which sounded like a guitar case being zipped up and carried. A brief argument with her bandmates follows, then Sabina talks again.

“I’ll be there. Stay on the line.”

Now they wait.

As much as Crispin wanted to help his little brother, his hands were full with the wave after wave of aswang coming after them. They’re relentless. This is their food supply the Kambal are cutting off, after all.

“Any luck with Sab?” Basilio asks, attempting to shoot the roof of the mabangis’ mouth.

The bullets barely penetrate the thick membrane. He’ll need to transform the Armas Infinitum into a more powerful weapon to lobotomize the gigantic aswang, but seeing how he’s separated from his twin, it’s impossible at the moment.

“She said she’s on the way. She’s still on the phone. Here!”

Crispin throws the phone back to Basilio, who catches it with one hand, while his other arm continues to struggle with the magubat trying to swallow him whole. He tucks it in his breast pocket, and he jumps near the row of the magubat’s front teeth, prying it open with both arms.

Through the aswangs’ growls, Basilio could faintly hear a woman cursing and the jingling of keys from the other side of the line.

“Hey Sab! It’s Basilio. Sorry again about missing your gig.”

“Shut up and hang tight. If I didn’t care for you at all...” Sabina snaps. Basilio could barely make out the words Sabina was saying due to the wind and sound of traffic. “I’m on my way.”

“Ngh, can’t you come any sooner? I heard that aswang intestines are nasty.” Basilio pauses, realizing his mistake. “No offense.”

“I said zip it. Isn’t it enough that I went out of hiding and agreed to be Trese’s informant? Now I have to be your backup too?”

“Working with Bossing has its risks. We made that clear, princess.”

“Don’t call me that.”

There’s more turbulence and wind from Sabina’s line. If Basilio guessed, she’s now flying to the scene. The Kambal’s struggle with the aswang continued until they heard their informant’s voice through the speakers again.

“Big bad war demigods can’t handle a single fucking magubat?” Sabina deadpans, the turbulence and noise no longer accompanying her voice. “Open the fucker’s mouth wide. Make sure he’s facing east.”

“Kuya! She’s in the area, help me pry the jaws open!” the younger Kambal shouts to his older brother, who dodges a leaping mailap and quickly flies up to his aid.

“What’s the plan?” Crispin asks, and Basilio shrugs.

“I don’t know, she just asked me to do it!”

Before Crispin could question Basilio, a shot rings throughout the building, and the magubat collapses. The Kambal let go of the heavy jaws and flew away, watching the near-twenty foot aswang crush a few of its regular-sized kind. Upon closer inspection, a bullet has torn its way through the roof of its mouth. It’s a clean shot. The magubat isn’t regenerating, much to the Kambal’s surprise.

It’s a pleasant surprise, nonetheless.

“That’s for trying to eat my brother,” Crispin spits, kicking the dead aswang’s head.

Soon, more of the aswang started dropping like flies, too. Razed by bullets from an unknown assailant, the House of Arko aswangs started to panic.

“Wait a minute, I know manananggals who follow the queen can shoot, but Sabina is a sniper? Do you know about this, Bas?” Crispin exclaims, tearing his eyes away from the dead magubat to face yet another wave of mabangis.

“No! Damn, she’s using special bullets too. Where’d she get those?” Basilio mutters. A mailap attempts an ambush attack, and before he could react, Basilio watches it get shot mid-air as it attempts to jump him.

“You’re mine,” Sabina hisses, her voice crackling through Basilio’s phone speaker, smooth through the static.

Her emphasis on the word “mine” made goosebumps ripple through Basilio’s arm.

“Hot. Could you say that again?”

What he got instead was a groan. “Fuck, don’t distract me Basilio. I’m not here for fun.”

“You seem to be having fun shooting House of Arko’s minions though.”

“Fair. You two better look for the hostages. I have a bone to pick with this lot.”

The Kambal looks at each other, and nods. Glass shatters as they fly out the building’s windows, to the upper floors. After taking care of the guards, they saw them. Men and women in cages, all naked, and herded like livestock. 

“Please, help us,” one of them whimpers, crawling to the front of the cage and grabbing Crispin by the arm. She’s dirty, and her belly is swollen. Basilio turned on the lights and they saw it clear as day: most of these women are pregnant. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

House of Arko farms their food, breeding humans like livestock, and harvesting fetuses from them.

Sirens are blaring outside, both from police cars and ambulances, waiting for the hostages to be rescued.

All is well, or so they thought.

“Fuck!”

The cry came from their informant’s line.

“Everything alright?” Basilio asks her after fishing his phone out of his breast pocket.

“There are a few of them who found my vantage point. They’re heading towards my position.”

“Get out of there already, the hostages are secure.”

“They saw me. I can’t let them report back to Mama Grande and her sons that a manananggal is helping you. Suspicion would fall on my clan.”

Crispin nudges his younger brother. “I’ll handle the hostages and wait for Bossing. You make sure our informant’s alright.”

“Way ahead of you kuya,” Basilio replies, taking his guns out and flying out the window.

Under the pale moonlight and the city’s lights, Basilio spots a group of aswang scaling a dilapidated building east of him. On the rooftop, he sees it. Wings black as night, flattened against the concrete. Sabina lies prone and is aiming her scoped hunting rifle downwards, picking off the advancing horde one by one.

“Time to play.” The demigod rushes in and makes bullets rain on the hostiles.

He takes out a mabangis approaching their sniper from her blind spot. Those who didn’t die from being shot fell to their death, regeneration halted either by his or Sabina’s doing.

Basilio descends on the rooftop, and he walks his way towards the manananggal. His mask dematerialized, and the wind tousled his long hair. Just to be safe, he kept a pistol in one hand.

Across him, Sabina takes out her wireless earbuds and puts them away. Then, she slings her rifle on her shoulder, safety on. With her wings, she crawled towards his direction, like how a bat would move. Then, uses her wings’ sharp claws to plant herself on the concrete, a feat regular bats couldn’t do.

“Thanks for the help, Sab. About that gig…”

Before any more words could come out of his mouth, Sabina holds up her forefinger and presses it against his lips. “Shh. No more apologizing about the missed gig. Just make up for it. You owe me.”

Basilio nods, smiling at her. He watches as Sabina fishes out a box of cigarettes and a lighter from her vest. She’s wearing a black, long-sleeved polo shirt underneath it, and its sleeves are rolled up. Her shirt was unbuttoned just enough for him to catch a glimpse of lace peeking through. For all her boyish, edgy posturing, her choice of underclothes is girlier than what Basilio expected.

It almost makes him want to unwrap her like a Christmas present, but he’ll keep that thought to himself.

“Nice outfit. You were rehearsing in that?”

“We had a presentation for a class. No time to get changed. Now there’s a hole in the back, so I might as well wear this more often on future operations,” Sabina replies, placing a stick of Marlborough Reds between her lips.

“I’m in the mood for a smoke and maybe a chat,” she continues. “Join me?”

Basilio nods.

“How did you know about House of Arko’s human trafficking thing, anway?”

“Believe it or not, it was a hunch,” Sabina explains, black fingernails scratching the sparkwheel several times. “Ugh, fucking lighter dying on me again. I just had it refilled… must be the wind,” she growls.

Basilio couldn’t help but chuckle at her frustration. “A hunch?”

“Hmm… maybe hunch isn’t the right word. It’s an educated guess. Mama Grande loved serving boiled fetuses to her house guests, correct?”

Basilio nods, waiting for Sabina to continue her explanation.

“I suppose that it’s my place to judge if their mothers didn’t want to raise them… I’m a manananggal, for fuck’s sake. But there’s one red flag House of Arko failed to hide. From what I can tell, those fetuses are around five to eight months old.”

Sabina’s lighter finally lit up, and with a triumphant laugh, she lit her cigarette. Then, she carries on with her explanation.

“Most abortions happen during the first three months of pregnancy. It’s rare to see expecting parents get rid of them that late.”

“So? What does that have to do with the whole thing?”

“House of Arko serving older fetuses could mean one of two things: either all, and I mean all of the abortions they performed are from those who are truly in need of one that late, or they’re getting them from another source, possibly an illicit one. They don’t have the most benevolent reputation, so my intuition tells me it was the latter. So, I paid the place a visit and recorded what I could. I guess I should be thankful that your bossing found that blurry video trustworthy enough,” Sabina concluded, watching as the victims were clothed and herded into ambulances.

Dumbfounded, Basilio scratches his head. “Wow. Glad you’re on our side. How did you know that three month thing anyway?”

“Research and personal accounts.” Sabina’s response is clipped. Cold. Abrupt. It only raised more questions than answers.

“Personal accounts? You’ve met people who got them?”

There’s a flash of regret in Sabina’s eyes; regret that she opened her mouth and let him know more than needed. She cuts him off. “I can’t put my informants’ identities in jeopardy either now, can I?”

Per his older twin’s advice, Basilio’s finally using the head between his shoulders. “No offense, but you’re a manananggal. Y’know, known for eating babies? Hearing that from you is suspicious.”

“Yes, I am,” Sabina says through gritted teeth, glaring at him. “I can assure you, I’m following the accords and I’m not exploiting loopholes like what House of Arko is doing. I’ll reveal everything in due time.”

“Alright, keep your secrets. For now.”

A tense silence has befallen them.

“So- '' the manananggal blows a cloud of smoke away from Basilio, “-is this going to be a regular thing? Because if it is, I might finally quit smoking. Nicotine makes my hands shaky. Can’t risk accidentally shooting your ass.” She pauses, looking at him in jest. “ I’d rather do that intentionally.”

“You’re breaking my heart, Sabina Marie,” Basilio retorts, clutching his chest in mock pain.

They share a laugh over it, the mood lightening up.

Basilio looks in the distance, taking in the view of the cityscape. “Maybe you should quit. Singers shouldn’t be smoking in the first place.”

“The tar helps me belt out raspy screams, but yeah, you’re right,” Sabina chuckles.

“So, when is this next gig?”

“Next week. In Ilocos Norte. All the way up in House of Arko’s ancestral home.”

“Should I take that info to Bossing?”

“Yep. It’s open to the supernatural public anyway, so it's not like I’m giving you top secret info. Even the wind tribe is invited, despite their bad blood with my clan. Hopefully things won’t get physical. Most of my sisters are still bitter over how they blew us away when my mom- I mean, Inang Reyna decided to side against the Treses.”

So that explains some things.

“I dunno, maybe I should bring Ammie so I can watch the two of you in a catfight.”

Sabina elbows him in the chest, hard.

“Not funny at all, Basilio. I don’t even know her personally! It’s you I was pissed at.”

Now he grabs his chest in genuine pain as he croaks out an apology. “Sorry.”

“Whatever. Bring whoever the hell you want, just keep your distance from me when you decide to go. Even my father’s going to be there. I need to be on my best behavior.”

The demigod turns to their aswang informant, interest piqued. She’s divulging a lot of information. Perhaps he can sway her to spill more secrets.

“Didn’t know that the Reyna Manananggal had a king.”

“Oh, no. She’s not the type to share her power with a man.” Sabina pauses to take another hit of her cigarette. “I meant my biological father. Villaceran.”

Now that was unexpected.

“You drop bombshell after bombshell whenever we meet. Tomas Dominic Villaceran’s your old man?”

“Look at me. I’m almost the splitting image of the guy. If there’s one thing I’m grateful for, it’s inheriting his good looks.”

Basilio grins. “Can’t deny that. Most of the manananggal kuya Crispin and I encountered look...”

“Hideous, I know,” Sabina says outright. “You still haven’t seen that side of me, so don’t be too quick to judge my sisters.”

Basilio treads carefully, knowing that he might be prying on a sensitive subject. “So, about Villaceran…”

“I’d rather not talk about him. Our relationship is… strained.”

Giving her a sympathetic, understanding look, Basilio nods. “Right. Never mind.”

Another interval of silence passes between them. This time, it’s a little somber.

“So, does this party have a dress code?”

“Yeah. Filipiniana. Wear a barong. It’s one of those pretentious events that attempts to make House of Arko more appealing to the masses or whatever. Manipulative assholes.”

“You can just refuse to go, Sab.”

“I could, but being Trese’s mole among the aswang means I have to attend clan activities to supply more information. That also means attending every single party those Arko fucks throw.”

“You really hate House of Arko, huh?”

Looking towards his direction to meet his gaze, Sabina’s eyes are filled with a sea of emotions. Hatred, indignation, and something Basilio couldn’t quite place.

“Why wouldn’t I? Mama Grande raised boys who can’t take no for an answer. The Arko brothers have no respect for us manananggal. As if we weren’t fetishized enough in Manong Karma’s stupid aswang dating book...”

Sabina clears her throat and calms herself down. Bad blood between aswang clans could mean war. Basilio knows he should take that to the boss. His gears are turning tonight. He asks Sabina questions that could risk her support.

“Is that why you agreed to be an informant? You wanna bring House of Arko down? Then what, your clan will fill the space they’ll leave?”

“What? No, I have no desire for power, not like how Mama Grande or my own mother does anyway. My personal gripes with them aside, the House of Arko wants to ‘unite the aswang under one banner’ with no respect to the other clans’ autonomy and customs.”

“So you wanna protect your clan?”

“That’s one of the reasons, yes. Mama Grande’s been trying to play kumare with mom- I mean Inang Reyna-” This is the second time Sabina slipped and called her mom. She clears her throat and composes herself. “And I need to stop that. Inang Reyna already made the mistake of going against the Accords once. Allying with the House of Arko will ruin us further.”

Basilio leans in closer. “And what are your other reasons?”

Sabina looks at him for a few, quiet seconds, and looks away. “I’ll reveal them-”

“In due time. Yeah, yeah, I can take that as an answer. So, making you sing in that event is a result of them being magkumare?”

A defeated laugh bubbles from Sabina’s chest. “You got it.”

“I’m surprised they didn’t invite sirena to sing.”

Sabina rolls her eyes and tosses the butt of her expended cigarette on the concrete. Basilio took it upon himself to crush the embers under his heel, seeing how her lower half is hidden someplace else.

“Oh please, this is House of Arko we’re talking about, Bas. They believe aswang are superior. Letting them shine would take away the spotlight from the aswang. Mama Grande asked for me from Inang Reyna so they can gloat that even aswang can make better singers than the famed sirena. Ugh, I doubt my singing style even matches the performance they want from me.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of performance are they going for?” he asks her.

“Now that’s another secret. You have to show up to find out,” she hums in response.

Turning away from him, Sabina checks how many sticks are left in the box. Two. She takes one and lights it up.

“Screw it, I’m going cold turkey. I guess this will be my final box. Maybe for tonight. Maybe forever.”

“Then maybe you should stop with the stick you’re smoking and throw the last one away,” Basilio suggests.

“Are you mad? That’s a waste of money!”

“Still counting your blessings even with your mama’s wealth huh?”

“Old habits die hard.”

Sabina blows smoke away from Basilio’s direction. The wind made it waft to his face anyway, and she mumbles a quick apology. He shrugs it off. Not like the adverse effects of secondhand smoke affected him anyway. Hank smoked and was polite enough to turn away too, but Basilio can still smell it. He didn’t mind it. Still, Hank had told him and Crispin that it was a tough habit to break, so he never touched a cigarette.

Not until now.

Basilio takes the box from Sabina and picks up the last stick with his lips. Then, he inches closer to her.

Ironically, in an attempt to help an old friend quit her smoking habit, Basilio engages in it himself.

Little did he know, a new bad habit was forming between him and the little lady before him.

“I’ll make sure it won’t go to waste then. Light me.”

Sabina raises an eyebrow. “Just don’t start at all. Give it back.”

“One smoke isn’t going to get me hooked, princess.”

Brows knitted together, Sabina chastises him. “Take it from me, bad habits start with just one little taste, Bas.”

“One little taste never hurts anyone...”

“One little taste could leave you wanting for more.”

Basilio can feel himself getting hot under the collar. He’d never thought an aswang of all creatures could make him feel all bothered, yet there he was, getting turned on by her choice of words.

“Princess, are we still talking about cigarettes, or something else?”

Hearing his question, Sabina exhales sharply through her nose, cheeks dusted pink. “Maybe both. Whatever. Come here.”

Black fingernails scratched at the sparkwheel. Sparks were flying, but there was no flame. The cigarette remained unlit.

“Well, it looks like fate isn’t letting you smoke, so better just give me the damn cigarette back, Basilio.”

With a sly look, Basilio closes in on her, and presses the end of his cigarette to the embers at the end of hers, linking them together.

To his surprise, Sabina is neither backing away nor babbling defensively like she usually does whenever he gets close. Instead, she presses her chest to his, a challenging look in her half-lidded eyes. She wasn’t wearing her glasses like usual, giving Basilio an unobstructed view of her heated gaze. Was it bloodlust or desire? Either way, it got his blood pumping.

“You’re chattier than usual tonight,” Basilio comments. “Bolder too. I like that.”

In the form she’s in now, Sabina’s eyes glowed an eerie white, and aside from the wings sprouting from her back, little horns sprouted from her scalp, the root concealed by her crown of short, wavy hair. Basilio didn’t pay mind to her dangling guts, instead, his eyes were transfixed on that cute little lace bra again.

Through the layers of cloth between them, he can feel her heart beating. Basilio faintly remembers the taste of human and sigbin hearts.

Now, what does aswang heart taste like?

A dark part of his psyche- perhaps from being Datu Talagbusao’s son- wanted to tear it out of her chest and eat it to find out.

Basilio felt the urge to taste all the battles she fought through her blood, and possess her heart in a way no other person can.

The memory of seeing his father tasting his mother’s blood inserts itself in the present, and the fear of turning into the monster he was is enough for him to shake that thought away.

Basilio tries to focus on something else.

His eyes wander to Sabina’s mouth. He might’ve imagined something else between her dark lips, in place of the cigarette. Something bigger.

Something of his.

Sabina’s been pliable tonight. Perhaps he’ll push his luck with her one last time.

“So, any plans tonight, dear princess?”

“Unless you intend to treat me like one, don’t call me that.”

“I’m done with work, so if you want me to make good on that and make up for my mistake…”

Giggling, Sabina flies a few feet away from him. The black wings on her back are translucent against the pale moonlight. They almost looked like a dark shade of red.

“Go tell your brother about the information I gave you for now, then meet up with me afterwards. I hid my lower half in an alleyway behind that motel,” she tells him, pointing to the building’s direction.

“If you’re lucky, you’ll get to rearrange my guts. Literally and figuratively.” Sabina continues, a naughty smirk blooming on her lips.

Taken aback by the pun, Basilio laughs. “I didn’t think you were capable of dirty jokes.”

“You should know by now that I’m full of secrets and surprises.”

Grinning darkly, Basilio finishes the rest of his cigarette as he watches her fly away.

“And I’ll uncover them all, dear princess.”

Translations:

ulol - crazy; Filipino profanity

gago/gaga - foolish or stupid; Filipino profanity

tangina - contraction of putang ina, lit. whore mother. Used as an expression to express irritation, anger, or astonishment

Inang Reyna - lit. Queen Mother.

mare/kumare - derived from the Spanish word madre/comadre; kumare a reciprocal appellation for the godmother or for the child's mother. In a more modern and colloquial context, it’s used to refer to a female friend. Magkumare means women who are friends with each other.

Filipiniana - Philippine related book and non-book material

barong - also known as Barong Tagalog. An embroidered long-sleeved formal shirt for men and a national dress of the Philippines.

[heylookitsyc]

Bad Breaks and Pancake Dates

Pairing: 2p!Canada/Matt Williams x Reader

Anime: Hetalia / 2p!Hetalia

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Synopsis: Your boyfriend (well, now ex-boyfriend) left you out in the rain, and your older brother Philippines is stuck in a World Meeting between the first and second player countries. He asks Canada’s second player to come get you, seemingly unaware of the Canadian’s little crush on you.

Warning(s): Swearing, slight mentions of a toxic/unhealthy relationship

Note: Just a reminder that none of you deserve to be in an unhealthy relationship !! You all deserve to be happy, and I wish you all nothing but happiness and good health in your lives (´･ᴗ･ ` ) please enjoy!

Story is down below!

~

You hugged yourself in a weak attempt to stay warm, the trees above you doing little to defend you from the rain.

It was difficult to tell if the drops running down your cheeks were from your own tears or the rain. You didn’t expect it to rain; it was supposed to be a fun day out with your boyfriend, so you had dressed in some of your best attire. Unfortunately, it did little to protect you from the rain.

After breaking it off with you, your asshole of a now ex-boyfriend had left you off at the side of the road. He had responded to your protests with a few not so kind words before driving off, leaving you to stand outside in the cold.

Your phone rang, and with slightly numb fingers you managed to press the “answer” button before holding it up to your ear.

You were met with Matt’s gruff voice. “Hey, where are you?” 

“I don’t know,” you said weakly. “There aren’t any street signs nearby.”

“Can you send me your location?”

“I think so.”

“Alright.” You heard the sound of a vehicle starting up. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Your brother sent me to come get you.”

“Oh. Thanks, Matt.”

He simply gave a small grunt in response before hanging up, leaving you to yourself once more.

~

You stared out the window mindlessly. Music played from the radio, the volume too low for you to know what kind of tune it was. Matt had given you a spare sweatshirt that he had in the backseat of his car; you noticed that it was the same sweatshirt that you had given to him one Christmas. You could smell the faint scent of maple syrup and cigarette smoke coming from the article of clothing.

A small smile formed on your lips. You remember how Matt was when you had given him the sweatshirt; his face had become a bright red, muttering something about how stupid your gift was. He had said that he would never wear such a thing, but that obviously turned out to be a lie.

Matt suddenly cleared his throat, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“So what happened?” he asked. Though he sounded uninterested, the glance he gave you showed the complete opposite. “You were crying when I arrived.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his statement. “You noticed that?”

“Of course I did. You don’t usually look that unhappy.”

“I guess.” You fiddled with the sweatshirt, taking notice of how the sleeves fell well past your fingertips. With a small sigh, you decided to tell him. “My boyfriend broke up with me.”

You didn’t notice the way that Matt’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, eyes narrowing behind his dark shades.

“Are you fucking serious?”

You were caught off guard by the Canadian’s response. You felt the anger radiating off of him, and it started to make you nervous.

“Yeah, I am,” you said, tugging on the sweatshirt sleeve now. “He broke it off when we were coming back from the movies. He parked somewhere, and he…”

You suddenly went quiet, letting out a shaky breath.

“He wanted to do some things,” you went on, after a few seconds had passed. “I told him I wasn’t ready for that stuff just yet. He kept trying to convince me, and eventually he got angry and… well, we broke up.” 

You felt your throat tighten, and you realized that you were now close to crying again. You felt a small nudge on your hand, and you looked down to see that while Matt still had one hand on the wheel, the other was now holding out a handkerchief.

As if sensing your confusion, Matt gave a small sound of annoyance. “What?”

“Nothing!” You quickly took the piece of cloth from him. “Thanks, Matt.”

“Do you wanna eat somewhere?” he suddenly asked. You didn’t know if you were seeing things, but you could’ve sworn that there was a faint blush on his cheeks. “We can talk more about this over dinner or something.”

You felt yourself smile at his words.

“Sure.”

~

The sweet taste of maple syrup filled your mouth as you took a bite of pancake. Matt had taken you to a local diner that he visited quite often; despite his initial plan to take you somewhere nicer, you had been quick to remember his love for pancakes. (“I haven’t had breakfast for dinner in awhile,” you had told him. “Let’s go get pancakes so that the both of us can enjoy!”).

“You know, I don’t eat pancakes often,” you said, “but these are great. Thanks for taking me here, Matt.”

“Don’t mention it.” He took a sip of his coffee, his attention on the stack of pancakes in front of you.

You took notice of his stare, head tilting slightly. “Do you want some?” you asked.

“I’m fine.”

In reality, he just couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eye. It didn’t help that he was so close to you; the two of you were sitting right across from each other, and he could feel your gaze on him as he spoke. It made him feel strange, to say the least.

The diner was mostly empty. A small number of tables were filled; it seemed as though some people also had the idea of having breakfast for dinner. It was mostly quiet, save for the double doors leading to the kitchen occasionally swinging about and the faint chatter coming from the few customers that interacted with one another.

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t order anything,” you said, stabbing another piece of pancake onto your fork. “You love pancakes, Matt.”

“I’m good with my coffee,” he said. He was about to take another sip of his drink, only to pause when you held out a piece of pancake to him.

“Here,” you said, smiling. “You can share with me.”

He stared at you in shock, the lack of shades allowing you to look into his violet eyes.

“Come on, Matt,” you urged. “I can’t finish these on my own, anyway.”

Knowing that you wouldn’t stop unless he gave in, he gave a small grumble before reluctantly opening his mouth. His cheeks were now a faint pink, and you couldn’t help but feel your own cheeks warm as you fed him the bite.

“I put extra maple syrup on that one,” you said. “I know how much you like that stuff.” You gave a small laugh at your own words, remembering that Matt had also poured some syrup into his coffee when he thought you weren’t looking.

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you continued to eat, occasionally giving Matt a bite in between his sips of coffee.

~

Heavy footsteps followed your own as you made your way up the front porch steps. Your brother had rented the house for a month; while the world meeting was held in Canada and only lasted for a day, he had rented the home for a month so that the two of you would have more time to explore the country.

“Thanks for today, Matt,” you said, reaching the front door. “I had fun.”

The Canadian stood at the bottom of the steps, not bothering to make his way up entirely. It was already late; he had to leave soon in order to avoid a lecture from Oliver once he got home.

Hands shoved into his pockets, Matt gave a small nod at your words.

“Get home safe, okay?” you said. “And message me when you do. I want to make sure you get home safely.”

You really were too nice. He watched as you took out a key from your pocket, unlocking the front door.

Matt couldn’t stop himself. “Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Hm?” You had been halfway inside already, and you turned to look at him. “What is it?”

“Your ex-boyfriend,” he said. “Forget about him, okay? He was a fucking asshole.” He looked off the side, and even in the dark you could see his slight blush. “You deserve someone better. Someone who’ll do things when you’re comfortable.”

“Matt…”

He didn’t have time to react as you made your way back down the steps, grabbing him by the front of his flannel in order to pull him down. He felt a slight pressure on his cheek, and his eyes widened at the realization that you had kissed him.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

He couldn’t do anything but stare as you let go of his shirt and headed back up the stairs, giving him a small wave before disappearing into the house.

After a few seconds of standing there, Matt shook his head and began to make his leave, unaware of the fact that he now held a slight smile.

~

[Bonus]

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Kuya...”

Your older brother gulped at the sound of your voice, turning around slowly. He had been watching the two of you from his bedroom window.

You stood there, a smile on your face. Though your smile was usually sweet, the way you stared at him sent shivers down his spine.

“Were you watching us?” you asked.

Your brother gave a nervous laugh in response. “Aha, (Y/N), you know-” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, for you had already thrown a slipper at his face.

“Mind your own business next time!” you huffed, ignoring his groans of pain and weak apologies as you headed towards your room.

~

Translations:

Kuya - older boy/older brother

[moonstruck-writing]

Promises

Pairing: Koga Kitamikado x Futaba Saotome | Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Rating: M

Contents: fluff with minimal angst, childhood friends, spoilers for Koga’s route, friendship between adults that are attracted to each other, teasing, flirting, sexual tension, mentions of sex

Word count: 3.890

Summary: What if Koga and Futaba had met each other when they were kids? What would be their relationship right now?

“Do you want to be my friend? I’m not stupid, I promise.”

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“It’s not funny, take responsibility for the fact that it’s your fault I’m not being courted by other men!”

AU where Futaba lived in the village nearby as a child and human beings know of the existence of Ayakashi – they keep their original forms instead of pretending to be human.

Disclaimer: Contains SPOILERS for Koga’s route.

While reading both Koga and Kuya’s route I thought Teach had a lot of kids under his care but after reading more I realised I was mistaken. In this one shot, Teach cares for more children, almost like he is running a sort of orphanage in the mountains.

A/N: I wanted to write a Koga/Futaba as “siblings” fic because their relationship in Koga’s route screamed best friends to me instead of romance, but turns out my brain is too damn focused on people being attracted to each other. This was also inspired by all the events where we see Futaba’s past self having a twin brother – but we never actually see the twin brother. For a while, I thought the twin brother would be one of the Ayakashi, because his CG was never shown, soooo…. This was born. (Also please Koga and Futaba aren’t real siblings they are just friends so this isn’t weird okay? okay).

Koga runs after the older boys under Teach’s care. They’ve been teasing him, bringing up the carnage and making up stories about why he’s all alone in the mountains and doesn’t have a family. Sometimes they say he lost control of himself and he killed his own family, and sometimes he feels so desperate and heartbroken that the guilt starts morphing into fake memories to blame himself. Today, they simply said no one in their right minds would want to be friends with him, let alone start a family with him. No one wants a ticking bomb, and the carnage is something he cannot keep under control.

Koga is running so aggressively that no one notices the tears streaming down his face. It is then that one of the boys trips over something, that something being Futaba’s stretched legs. The boy quickly picks himself up, just before Koga can think of whether to strike at him or simply yell. Koga heaves next to Futaba, finally wiping away his tears, leaving dirty traces on his face.

“Did you also fall down?” Futaba asks.

Koga looks down at her, eyebrows still furrowed, fists still balled, and wonders how this little girl has the courage to talk to an Oni boy like him as if it’s nothing. Doesn’t she think he’s going to kill her?

“No.”

“Then why were you crying?”

“Because those boys are stupid.”

Futaba nods, not asking further, as if she knows exactly what he’s talking about. And she knows because she also has stupid girls who make her cry.

“Do you want to be my friend? I’m not stupid, I promise.”

Koga looks at Futaba, believing she’s right out of her mind, but also believing she’s the only person that can serve as proof that his future won’t be what those boys are spreading around.

“I’m not stupid either,” Koga replies.

“I could tell.”

“How?”

“I’ve been watching you.”

Futaba doesn’t move one inch, and Koga starts thinking that maybe she is really good at camouflaging with the surroundings, so his instincts haven’t taken notice of her before.

“Why?” Koga finally asks, and he sounds breathless like he hasn’t been standing like a tree next to her.

“I don’t know. I wanted to.” Futaba looks away and shuffles her feet, moving the loose stones under them. “I like looking at you.” She keeps looking in the opposite direction to Koga, as if she’s embarrassed to admit it, but she is simply scared.

“No one likes looking at me. I’m an Oni.”

“So what?”

Koga hesitates, seriously wanting to make her understand, perhaps so that she understands she shouldn’t be speaking to him, not if she wants to survive and be normal, not if she wants to have friends.

“People imagine everything I could do when they look at me.”

Futaba finally looks at Koga, her face as serene as when she called out to him.

“Isn’t that great? You could do millions of different things.”

“You know they only imagine me killing and destroying. Nothing great about that.”

“Can’t you have some fun? Pretend they see the best in you, and it scares them so much, they lie to you about it.”

What?

Koga is so dumb-founded that even if he wanted to laugh, he doesn’t have the strength for it.

“You said you weren’t stupid,” Koga accuses.

“I’m not. Thinking as I do is smarter than crying and running after stupid people.”

Koga grits his teeth and his fits return to their habitual position, but his feet don’t move. Instead of leaving, he suddenly sits down next to her violently. He must be really strong, because my bum would hurt if I sat like that, Futaba thinks.

“Teach me to think the way you do.”

“What?”

“You heard me. If you’re not stupid… I want to know if you are happier than me.” Koga looks at his lap, unsure of how to act around her.

Happier than you…

“I think you can probably figure it out if I spend so much of my time looking at you.” Futaba stares at his profile, wanting to touch his horns.

“How often do you cry?”

Futaba purses her lips. He is coming on strong, straight to the point.

“If you had watched me, you’d know.” Her tone is annoyed now, and she looks away from him.

So you’re not telling.

“What’s your name?”

“Futaba Saotome.”

Koga waits, but nothing else comes.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me my name?” He finally looks at her.

“I already know it.”

“Oh yeah, I bet you only know how others call me, not my real name,” Koga says bitterly.

“You’re Koga Kitamikado.”

His anger diffusing, Koga looks at her without blinking.

“You can learn a lot of things when you are alone in silence.”

“So you are alone a lot?”

Futaba only nods, feeling the words start to get stuck in her throat.

“You’re not one of Teach’s,” Koga says as if implying she’s lying.

“I have my dad, but he’s away a lot. He has to travel for business.” It’s not that he doesn’t love me.

“Oh.” Koga looks away. “Must be nice seeing him when he gets back.”

“It is, we always make sure to eat dinner together as a family.”

Koga only swallows, fighting to keep his breathing steady.

“You could come one day, if you wanted to.” Futaba ads when Koga keeps being silent, in hopes of breaking the barrier, but Koga doesn’t look back at her and doesn’t answer.

“You don’t have to do this.” Koga finally says, as if rejecting what he thinks is pity, when in reality all he wants is to say yes.

“Do what?”

“Be nice to me. I don’t need it. I don’t want your kindness.”

“But I want you to be my friend.”

“Why?” Koga almost shouts, suddenly looking at her as if she had hit him.

Futaba doesn’t have an answer because she finds too many. Because she’s alone. Because he seems strong, and that’s something she admires. Because he is similar to her, and she wants someone that can relate to her. And because she just doesn’t understand what everyone sees in the fact that he’s an Oni.

“You don’t want to be my friend?” Futaba asks.

“It’s been a long time since I’d had a friend.”

“Me too.”

They stay in silence for so long that the final lights of the day recede into darkness.

“I should go home.” Futaba finally speaks but doesn’t move.

“Yeah, me too.” Koga doesn’t move either.

“We can see each other tomorrow,” Futaba says, and it sounds like a question.

“Yeah, if you come out here, I can find you.”

“I could show you my house when my dad is around.”

“I don’t know,” Koga replies. He’s not sure Futaba’s father would be that happy about her daughter interacting with an Oni ogre.

“I know,” Futaba says resolutely and quickly stands up. “It’s a promise. Here tomorrow, same time as today.”

“Okay.”

“I didn’t hear you promise it.”

Koga rolls his eyes but obliges.

“I promise. Now run home or your neighbours will start talking.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, see you tomorrow.”

Futaba smiles and waves at him from afar. Koga stays put until she disappears behind the furthest house. He can’t remember when it was the last time he made a promise like this with someone. It feels good but it’s scary at the same time. He starts heading home, but Futaba’s presence never really leaves him. Even when he has to deal with others making fun of him while eating dinner, the fact that someone out there is waiting for him comforts Koga.

~

It’s been years now since those two lost kids found each other, and instead of living in the mountains they live in the Capital, but they still see each other as often.

“Can you believe Masanobu’s mother thinks we’re actually a couple?” Futaba brings up one day when they are cooking chestnuts together.

Koga simply laughs but says nothing.

“It’s not funny, take responsibility for the fact that it’s your fault I’m not being courted by other men!”

Koga keeps watching the chestnuts closely, focusing all his attention on the cooking, pretending Futaba’s reprimand has nothing to do with him.

“You know I’m not the only one this situation is bad for.”

“I’m fine the way things are.” Koga’s voice is full of joy, and that irritates Futaba.

“What? Don’t you want to get a girl and start a family someday? Don’t pretend because I know you go to the entertainment quarter.”

“I enjoy drinking more than I enjoy women. Besides, I already have enough with you.”

“You may think it’s sweet, but it is not.”

Koga doesn’t talk back and causally takes one of the chestnuts, putting it aside to cool down.

“You seriously don’t want children?”

“What for? I know I’ll succumb to the carnage one day. I don’t want to risk hurting them, and I don’t want to leave anyone behind.”

“Oh yeah? What about me then? You won’t leave me behind?”

Koga grits his teeth and steels himself, as if he’s waiting for yet another blow.

“You’re not going to say anything?” Futaba pleads, feeling like the room is suddenly freezing even with all the heat coming from the pan.

Koga keeps avoiding her gaze as if regretting having ever said anything. Just like how he wonders if she ever regrets talking to him that day when they were kids.

“I don’t want to leave you either.”

“Then don’t.”

Koga feels the shadow of a bitter smile spreading across his face, but somehow it doesn’t reach the surface.

“I can’t control it.”

“But you can try.”

“You think I’m not trying?” Koga raises his voice and for the first time properly faces her.

“You’re not trying hard enough if you don’t want to risk loving more people.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“It is in my eyes.”

“Oh, yeah? Then how come you’re just as single as I am? And don’t put all the blame on me.”

Futaba hesitates, wondering when Koga started being able to understand her so well.

“We’re just a pair of lone wolfs, aren’t we?” Koga nudges her when he sees she’s not looking up. Having spent so many years together, he can feel her mood changes just as if they were his. “Come on, lift those spirits! Look, the chestnuts are finally done, what do you say?”

Futaba peeks at the pan and nods, quietly bringing the saucer to pour the food in. They set about to peel the chestnuts and eat them quietly in the living room, and even if after that much time they’ve been in all kinds of situations together, Koga still prefers it when Futaba is her usual chatty self.

Koga looks every now and then at Futaba, but she’s completely focused on chestnut after chestnut. He’s never felt that invisible before, except maybe some other time she also used the silent treatment.

“You seriously think I went through all the trouble of staying by your side for more than a decade now, just to leave and feel nothing about it?”

Futaba looks at him without raising her head, as if she’s lost all her strength.

“I’m not going to disappear on you, so you better disappear on me and find a good husband.”

“You think all that matters to me is finding a good husband?” Futaba finally speaks, her voice strained like she’s holding back a bite.

“You sounded quite concerned about it earlier,” Koga teases, knowing it’s going to be worse but enjoying the journey. It isn’t often that Futaba lets her emotions waver so much and shares it with him. One needs some fun every now and then.

“Sometimes… sometimes I get scared that…” Futaba’s voice dies in her throat, and Koga realizes now that she wasn’t hiding anger but tears.

He reaches for the hand that is still holding the half-peeled chestnut and takes it away from her, not without squeezing it lovingly, and then finishes peeling the fruit for her.

“You want me to feed it to you now that there’s no one around yet to get jealous?” Koga smirks seductively at her.

“You know those tricks don’t work with me, right?”

“That’s why I do them.”

Futaba exhales and finally stares straight at Koga.

“What if I never find someone I can feel as comfortable with as you?”

Koga ends up eating the chestnut he just peeled and begins to peel another one before replying.

“You know, a lot of people find it thrilling to be nervous around their partners. Wanting to impress and all that jazz.”

“What if I never find someone I can admire as much as I admire you?”

Koga looks up and chuckles.

“Don’t admire me. You know I do things you don’t like.”

Futaba keeps silent.

“Besides, a husband doesn’t have to be everything in your life. Some people just marry for comfort – a house, a lifestyle – other people only care about having a physical relationship, and that’s-“

“What would you marry for?” Futaba interrupts.

“I told you I don’t want to get married.”

“What if you weren’t a chicken and had the guts to marry, what would you marry for?” Futaba snarls.

Koga peels another chestnut while thinking.

“There are two answers, one you’re not gonna like.” Koga waits for Futaba’s answer, but it doesn’t come. “Okay, I’d marry for sex, and I’d marry for company.”

“So you do have reasons to marry.”

“You know I go to the entertainment quarter, and I already have plenty of company with you.”

“But don’t you want everything from the same person?” Futaba stares at him, trying to understand his point of view.

“One person doesn’t have to give it all to you, and there’s no way anyone could fulfil all your needs. Marriage was an economic matter, not a matter of love, before all this romantic nonsense came along.”

“I don’t think loving someone is nonsensical.”

“It is crazy.” Koga stands up.

“I think it’s fun.” Futaba’s voice sounds small.

“Yeah? You think that because you’re crazy.”

He leaves the room and comes back with a bottle of sake and a little cup to drink from.

“I never thought you’d be so scared of loving someone.” Futaba casually brings back the topic while Koga is sipping his sake.

“You should be scared of loving me. Anyone in their right mind would be scared of loving an Oni ogre.”

“Why would I?”

Koga doesn’t set down his drink but he looks coldly at her.

“I think anyone would die or at least be severely injured if you stabbed them on the chest, but try that with me and the one who’s dead is you. Isn’t that scary?”

“It just means you’re strong.”

“It means I’m a monster.” Koga drinks again, focusing on the burn in his throat to avoid feeling a different kind of bitterness.

“Weapons don’t have to be used for war. You have the power to protect those you love.”

“And I also lack the control to not kill them in the process. We’ve had this conversation plenty of times, enough already.”

Koga continues to sip with sake, and the silence that ensues gives him the false sense that Futaba has dropped the subject for good.

“Why didn’t you push me away?”

“Believe me, I also wonder that myself.” Koga sighs.

“Stop joking, I’m asking seriously.”

He puts the vase away and looks at Futaba.

“I honestly don’t know. Maybe because I was so scared of being completely alone for the rest of my life, that the prospect of someone wanting to be my friend comforted me. Maybe because I was more hopeful than I am now, and I thought a different future could await me if only I believed in it.”

“You don’t know when the carnage is going to take hold of you completely.”

“But I know what’s going to happen after that.”

“You could live a hundred years completely alone.”

“So be it.”

“You could marry and your wife would still die before the carnage took the best of you.”

“I don’t want a married life with the promise of a threat always looming around.”

“What if I promised I’d protect her against you if it came to that?”

“And how would you do that exactly?”

“I don’t know. I could learn.”

“And spend your time being my wife’s bodyguard? You know the carnage could be triggered at any point, you should have your own life.”

“You should have your own life too, not just wait around until the carnage decides it’s time.”

“Do I look like I’m just waiting around to you?”

“Honestly? Yes.”

Koga smiles but his eyes show his feelings have been hurt. Futaba doesn’t recede, though she is not amused by that sight.

“Tell me one thing you are looking forward, one thing you are working on, one thing that excites you about the near future, about life right now.” Futaba places her hands on the table, leaning forward.

Koga stays silent for a bit, before picking up one of the half-peeled chestnuts.

“These are good. I’m enjoying them.”

“I’m talking bigger than that. Something that…” Futaba struggles to put her feelings into words. “Something that can carry you. Something that weighs down the scale towards happiness.”

Koga looks at her, knowing his answer before he can be sure if he wants to say it out loud.

“Then that would be you.”

Futaba starts and leans back, sitting down a bit straighter. She didn’t see that coming.

“Don’t act so surprised, you know everything about me, did you think I had some special person that I kept hidden from you?” Koga chuckles, but he can also feel his hands starting to damp.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Come on, now’s the time when you say I also bring you happiness. Don’t go breaking my heart, Futaba.”

She knows Koga is just teasing her, and she wants to feign being angry, or be able to tease back, but all she can do is keep being dumb-founded and feel a hotness she had long forgotten begin crawling over her cheeks. If Koga notices it, he does nothing to give it away. His words had brought back memories of their youth, back when Koga wasn’t that stubborn and she thought they could have a chance. A chance at love.

“You hurt me, you know you only have to say it if my presence is not welcome in this house,” Koga continues the teasing.

“You know it’s funny,” Futaba starts. If they’re going to be close friends for their entire lives, they need to be comfortable with anything. That includes their past feelings. “You were the one who actually broke my heart back in the day.”

Koga’s smile fades instantly.

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what you think I mean.”

Koga keeps looking at her, almost asking why she’s bringing up this now.

“It just reminded me of it, the way you teased me about not saying you’re my source of happiness.”

Koga nods, as if that’s all he needs for an explanation.

“But don’t worry, it’s not like that anymore. That’s why I’m mad you’re like a barrier that prevents other men from approaching me, you know? Although my dad is forever indebted to you for that, as always.” Futaba laughs lightly.

Koga doesn’t laugh along like he usually would have. He’s also not looking at her in the eye anymore.

“I also felt the same way about you, back then.” His mouth feels dry.

Futaba blinks in confusion.

“No, you didn’t.”

“Oh, yes I did, Miss Futaba.”

She can’t believe what she’s hearing.

“What? When? I didn’t… but you…” Futaba frowns and interrupts herself, her thoughts a hurried mess.

“It’s in the past so I don’t think it’s worth uncovering it further.”

“Why did you just tell me then?”

Koga sighs, feeling completely overpowered by her.

“I don’t want to say it.”

“Oh, no, you can’t do this to me. You know me. I’ll stay up at night thinking about this.”

“Then I’ll give you one more thing to think about.”

Koga can almost hear Futaba complaining and whining, as much as the promise of an answer has silenced her.

“I promise you that if you find yourself without a husband when you’re long past your prime, I’ll stay with you forever.”

“Is this a marriage proposal?”

“I hope you find yourself a good husband.”

“So you’re not scared of the carnage with me?”

Koga smiles, feeling even more defeated, like pouty in her hands.

“I’m more scared of giving you up because of it.”

Futaba blinks in confusion, not allowing herself to feel happy just yet.

“But you don’t want to marry me now.”

“Exactly. And I think you feel the same way about me.” Koga nods.

“But you would marry me in the future?”

“Only if you’re not married already.”

“But you said you wanted sex besides company.”

Koga rolls his eyes.

“You never forget anything I say, don’t you?” Koga looks away, breathing in and steeling himself. “I’ll be honest, I have imagined having sex with you.”

Futaba can’t believe her ears.

“And you’d be fine with me?” She almost shouts in disbelief.

“You sometimes feel too much like a sister for that, but even now, I feel sometimes you’d be just perfect.”

Futaba is too surprised to feel ashamed or embarrassed, but Koga is already feeling the effects of laying himself bare in front of her.

“But I’m not like those girls that entertain you.” I’m as inexperienced as I could be, she wants to add.

“I know. Experience can bring technique, but feeling, intensity… that’s something entirely different. You never act around me. You don’t have to please me. Sometimes I imagine how that would translate in bed.”

Futaba’s mouth dries when she hears his use of the present tense.

“You really need to meet other people.” She finally croaks.

Koga laughs.

“Don’t worry, I promise I don’t imagine it when you’re around, only when I’m alone-“ Koga is interrupted by a couple of chestnuts beating against his chest. “Okay, okay, I’ll quit joking around.” He laughs it off and picks up the chestnuts from where they have landed on the floor.

“The offer still stands if you want it, though. I was serious about marrying you if you don’t find anyone else. Unless you’d rather be single than marry me.”

Futaba hesitates for a second, then decides to be honest both with herself and with Koga.

“We already have the companionship, it wouldn’t be that bad seeing how the rest would be with you,” she admits wanting to sound cool but failing, feeling too weak to not keep her gaze past Koga.

“Sounds great to me. Now, open wide,” Koga winks as he presses a peeled chestnut against Futaba’s lips. As she feels the light trace of his finger against her lower lip when he pulls back, she wonders if perhaps having him as a shield against other men isn’t so bad.

She quickly rejects that thought. She is still young and healthy and likes the idea of creating a family while she can. Koga can stay as the uncle to her children.

A/N: I was unsure if there’s too much dialogue and not enough mentions of who is speaking and when, and descriptions of the action. Please let me know if anything is unclear!

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