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monarch-of-creatures · 3 years ago

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Yandere AU Headcanons for My Characters

[MATURE/DARK CONTENT WARNING! Murderous and psychopathic themes down below. Also mentions of kidnapping and some torture. You have been warned.]

Epic

"She's so lucky I was with someone.. Otherwise she would be DEAD where she stands!"

Epic is not the typical crazy yandere. The only time she would act is when a girl is being too friendly or flirty with her man.

She has some self control however, and would only glare daggers at her as she rests an arm on your shoulder, quietly giving a hint that she should leave. However, if she does not get the hint, the next time Epic is alone with her, she will probably never see the light of day again.

Her yandere side is mostly from her past trauma.

Anyone who hurts/bullies her friends and or you will cause her to go insane. The bully will either be dead.. or worse.

When you are physically hurt, she will want to know who did this to you and will want to care for the wound. No matter how big or small the damage is, she will panic. Her man and friends are very important to her.

She will not lock you up. She trusts you enough to let you do whatever you want, but does not trust others. That does not mean you should abuse her trust, though.

She does not need weapons or tools to kill. She knows where to hit specific areas to immobilize. She does martial arts, after all. If she had to use weapons, she would. Depends on the situation.

You are her only family. Do not leave her. She cannot afford to lose anyone else.. Not again.

Kyousuke

"You are mine, dear. Only mine. No one else can have you.."

Kyousuke is a gentleman. Even as a yandere.

He will lock you up in his home, but only if really necessary to him. It is to keep you safe and so no one else can have you.

He will cook for you and have you wear high quality clothing. His dearest must be comfortable at all times.

He will let you see your friends, but if they were to be TOO friendly in his eyes, they will not be aloud to see you again. Depending on the situation, it will probably end with you locked up.

He is very protective. Whether you are his girl or friend.

You are allowed to go out, but he will stay beside you at all times.

If somehow you convince him that you can go out by yourself, he will let you, but watch you from a distance. He WILL NOT let anything bad happen to you.

His girl tells him that she feels alone? He will stay by her side and comfort her. You are not alone anymore. You have him.

He kills quick and clean like an assassin. He has the tools necessary to do it.

Is there someone bothering you? Did they say something wrong? Shall he kill them for you? Just tell him your orders. He will do it. It will be the same with his friends.

Do not try to escape. He will find you and bring you back. Why would you need to leave? He cares for you all the time and will never hurt you. He will stay by your side, forever. You are his and he is yours. Just stay.

Hikaru

"Aah..~ How beautiful! ..I must keep you~"

Hikaru is a man who loves beautiful things. Especially beautiful women.

He found a girl who is just as beautiful as him? He cannot resist such beauty! He has to have you.

Like Kyousuke, he will lock you up, but will not let you be by yourself. No one can have your beauty. Only he can.

He loves to take photos of you and take selfies with each other to share on social media. It is to show you off to the world and say that you are his.

He will dress you up and have you model for him. Those types of photos are for his eyes only.

His obsession with photos will cause him to take them without your consent sometimes. He can't help it. His girl is so beautiful. She is like a doll.

Hikaru does not like to get his hands dirty, so he will order people to do the killing for him [if not his allies/minions, then Kyousuke]. That does not mean he cannot kill however. He will use poison and arson [burn down the home with someone inside] if he needs to do the killing himself.

He respects women and will give them a proper funeral with many flowers. They are the essence of beauty and innocence for him, no matter how they look. Men however, he will burn their bodies and dump the ashes. He knows what men are like. He is one after all. Not all are clean like him.

If you try to escape, he will go insane. He cannot lose his model. His beauty. His LOVE. All of these pictures and memories.. What would he do without you?

Shiro

"Oh how amazing it is.. This feeling.. To tear them all apart.. All for her! ..Hahah.. AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!"

Shiro is the typical crazy yandere. He will use anything and everything to kill. No hesitation.

He has many mood swings. From happy to sad to serious and just insane.

His yandere side will only activate when his buttons are pushed. Do not mess with him.

He will kill those who get in his way of his girl and who he sees as his enemy. He will smirk the whole time. It's fun and exciting for him.

He is very friendly and kind to everyone he does not see as a threat. They will never see the dark side of him.

Do not try to leave him. He will be sad and use any words to get you to stay with him. He is very convincing.

He does this for you and only you. Can't you see this is for all your love and approval? You are the only one who understands him, after all.

Yuri

"..."

Like Epic, Yuri is also the kind of yandere who will attack when someone is being too friendly to his girl. However, there are differences.

He is quiet and comes across as cold. The only person he talks to is his girl and close friends.

He does not trust anyone with you at all. Whether friend or stranger. He will hold you close to him and glare at anyone who talks to his girl for too long. You swear you can feel a menacing aura around him when that happens. It is mostly jealously, although he will not admit it.

He will only use his fists and sometimes a blunt object to kill.

Someone touches you, even if it is just a hand on his girl's shoulder? They are dead to him. No one is allowed to touch you.

You think Kyousuke is protective? This guy is a whole new level. He will not hesitate to hurt anyone.

If his friends or girl are bullied/hurt in any way, the next day, they will hear about the same person having their face beaten in, but will never know who did it.

Did I mention he has anger and jealousy issues?

He does have a softer side. Only his girl and some close friends can see it.

You are the only one he trusts and cares about. Leaving him will be impossible. Once in, you cannot get out. All he wants in life is you.

Corrine

"I'm not crazy I swear.. I do this for her.. Only her.."

Corrine is more of a secretive yandere. He does not want anyone to know about the darker side of him because he fears they will hate/ignore him.

He does not like being alone and once he is deep into a relationship, he refuses to let them leave, whether friend or girlfriend.

He rarely kills, but when he does, he is a totally different person.

He will get rid of everyone who is a threat to you or him. Cut them off completely from your lives [literally or figuratively].

He has this slight obsession with getting all of your attention. He sees his girl or friends are not giving him much of it? He will do anything to get it back [pout, get a little sad, start a new conversation, etc].

If somehow he is seen by anyone he knows, he will go insane. Either he will find a way to make it seem it wasn't him or he will be in a state of depression for a long time. It all depends on who it is and the situation. He might even have to kill if need be.

He will do anything for you. He loves you after all. He is kind to you and loving. How could there be anything wrong with him?

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x0401x · 4 years ago

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Jeweler Richard Fanbook Short Story #6

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Moonstone’s Charity

“The moon is beautiful, huh!”

By the time that we exited the Shiseido Parlor, it was already completely dark outside. The moon loomed a faint blue, as if overlooking the night view of Ginza. Putting his coat back on, Richard silently averted his eyes when I looked back at him with an “isn’t it”. At any rate, I had gotten wholly used to eating out with this guy on Saturdays after work. It was worth making him puddings as payback, I thought.

“Speaking of which, the stone you sold to today’s customers was a ‘stone of the moon’, wasn’t it?”

“Please call it ‘moonstone’. There are other rock specimens that are referred to as ‘stones of the moon’. Confusing the meaning of the words is deplorable.”

“Is that so?! Aight, I’ll take it to heart.”

Today’s customers were the parents of a naïve young lady, and the goods they bought were a moonstone jewelry set for her. It seemed that the young lady, who still had childish facial traits, was going to get married, so her parents ordered a necklace from Etranger for her to take along when the time came. Bearing a rainbow light over a milky blue color, the cabochon-cut moonstone was combined with white diamonds for the necklace and bracelet. It overflowed with a soulful beauty, almost as if it had borrowed the glow of an aurora from a Scandinavian sky.

Apparently, the moonstone, which was also one of the June birthstones, had been familiarized as a power stone since the distant past, and was renowned especially as a stone that celebrated the well-being and fortune of women. Having the commemorative jewelry delivered to her as a surprise, the young lady had cried until her eyes were bright red, but she recovered by way of a sweet royal milk tea, expressing gratitude to her parents with a sniffling nose. I believed that there were several forms of joy depending on each person, and what I had witnessed today was unmistakably one of them.

Even as we headed to the parking lot where Richard’s jaguar was, the moon followed us from the gaps between the buildings. As I walked while looking up and repeating, “It’s really pretty, so pretty”, Richard seemed exasperated.

“‘The moon is beautiful’, huh. Are college students not familiar with anecdotes of their own country’s literary figures nowadays?”

“Don’t they read that stuff? I’m in the faculty of economics, so there’s lots of people with names written in horizontal characters on our textbooks. Like Marx Weber or Mankiw.”

“What about Futabatei Shimei or Natsume Souseki?”

“I’ll ask you back: have you read them?”

“Yes.”

Uwah. As I cried out, the gorgeous jeweler sighed. “Honestly, today’s youths,” he said.

I ended up laughing at him without thinking.

“What is it?”

“You say ‘youths’ but you’re pretty young yourself.”

“I merely disagree with the worldwide trend of thinking that classical literature is an enjoyment for old age. The world, matured by the various interpretations of our ancestors, is deep and wide-ranging, as well as something that envelopes our hearts, just like stones.”

“Feels like the part where stones come up is ‘just as expected of Richard-san’.”

“I will take that as a compliment.”

“I am complimenting you. I have the feeling that I get smarter when we talk.”

“For you to be the kind who is satisfied with just ‘having a feeling’, my existence must be a harmful one.”

“I shall take this to heart... Aah, by the way, in sociology or some other class, I heard that the phrase ‘had a feeling’ has increased too much in pop music. Why is that? I guess it’s because, when they assert, ‘I can be strong!’ instead of, ‘I have the feeling I can be strong, I find myself inwardly wanting to retort with a, ‘Nope, nope, it’s not like that’ and the mood cools off.”

“Unfortunately, I have not studied the trends of modern Japan’s younglings. But if we are to speak of such things, even the power invoked by stones is a matter of ‘having a feeling’.”

“Is it okay for a jeweler to be saying that?”

“We are already out of business hours. Besides, this is not a negative subject in particular.”

Having arrived at the parking lot, Richard glanced at me and folded his arms lightly. He was a beautiful man from the top of his head to the tips of his toenails, like a doll made of moonlight. I was used to looking at his figure, but beautiful things will be beautiful. I could look at him without ever getting tired and it would put me in a good mood, just like the moon.

“W-What? What’s up?”

“I mean that people can become strong just from ‘having a feeling’. The power of belief is namely the force of human beings who seek hope even in a small gleam. Is that not a wonderful thing? On nights like these, when we ‘have the feeling’ that we are being protected by the light of the moon, people are sure to be in some sort of calm mood.” Saying this, as if to copy me or something, Richard looked up at the night sky above the buildings of Ginza and murmured, “The moon is truly beautiful.” He then smoothly got on the jaguar’s driver seat. I followed him on the passenger seat.

Still, this car’s seat base did an exquisite inclination no matter how many times I sat on it. It felt like a chair sticking to your body.

“Well, are you okay with dropping off at Takadanobaba?”

“Thank you. By the way, should I reply with the ‘I could die now’ already?”

Richard’s face at that moment was a spectacle. His mouth and beautiful eyebrows distorted as if to say, “Haah?”. His eyes stared dangerously at me.

“I mean, isn’t that the context? Futabate Shimei and Natsume Souseki, right?”

“I love you”.

Apparently, the literary masters of the Meiji Era had racked their brains about to how to translate a sentence that didn’t originally exist in the Japanese language. This would be a standard drinking party talk. Well, I didn’t know if there was a standard for all kinds of drinking parties, but just recently, during a drinking party we held with a group of men from the Department of Letter’s Faculty of Japanese Literature, we got fired-up over that topic. “Girls like this kind of talk, so you guys from the Faculty of Economics should also keep it in mind every once in a while,” they told us. Futabate Shimei used “I could die now” as a code for “I am yours” and Natsume Souseki used the anecdote “the moon is beautiful, isn’t it” as what was claimed to be a good anecdote for “I love you”. We were thankful for the trivia. That being said, none of the members who attended the drinking party had girlfriends, so I had thought there would be no opportunity to use this trivia, but to my surprise...

Richard, who had been stiff for a moment, exhaled with a loud “haaah” and turned the engine key. The body of the iron machine shuddered.

“That was terrifying.”

“So even you got freaked out! I can say some Japanese-like things too.”

“I will proceed to kick you if you say the same thing again. Be quiet for the time being.” Richard pulled the car out of the parking lot from backward, and as he stepped onto the accelerator and we got out into the street, the car trundled on with us in silence for a while. After we had passed four or five buildings, the beautiful jeweler opened his mouth again, “These words are not meant to be spoken lightly. A sentence taken out of context is like a lonely stone removed from a bracelet. In what kind of situation did people say, ‘The moon is beautiful’ or under what circumstances did they think, ‘I could die now’? What matters is the process until things arrived to that point, and not scraps of words. In the past, during the times when the people of this country were not as filled with imported mentalities as they are now, they probably understood this very well.”

“Hey, why’d you think of reading Natsume Souseki?”

Richard didn’t respond. I’d known for a while now that there were lots of things this guy didn’t want to answer, but his silence at the question was unexpected. Was something up?

Something related to moments when he might feel like saying things such as “the moon is beautiful” or “I could die now”.

It was clearly not a topic that I should pry too much about. Pretending to have found something interesting out the window, I put on a smile with no particular connotation. Leaning my body against the window, I looked up at the sky. “Ah, I can still see the moon.”

“You do not say. Is it beautiful?”

“Yup, but you’re more beautiful.”

Richard’s hand instantaneously glided in a swift motion. He pressed the car stereo switch. What played at an explosively loud volume wasn’t the Finnish rock that I had listened to before. It was a sutra in an ethnic-sounding female voice. That was all I could say. What was this? As I asked in a loud voice what language that song was in, he said it was Bengali. Was it an Indian song then? I couldn’t talk to him unless I shouted in one breath.

“HEY! IF I PISSED YOU OFF, SERIOUSLY, I’M SORRY!”

Richard’s mouth moved in the form of an “I cannot hear you”. It seemed he wasn’t in the mood for conversation. But he didn’t look angry. The corners of his lips were smiling just slightly. Like he wanted to say that this was so stupid it made him laugh. He appeared a lot more relaxed than when listing up the names of those literary figures, so I became kinda happy.

When I got out of the car, the southern country atmosphere was gone at once. At the roundabout in Takadanobaba, Richard took off with the jaguar as soon as he said goodbye. As the same old habit, for whatever reason, I ended up watching him off until I couldn’t see him anymore.

As I looked up the blue moon was floating in the black sky, unchanged. This was also a matter of “having a feeling”, but this emotion I was feeling today at this moment was a definite form of happiness too.

Honestly, the moon was beautiful tonight.

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pa-panda-heroes · 4 years ago

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im the same anon who sent the pro-hero + league thing and dabi, shiggy, toga 🥺💞💖💖 thank you, lovely.

Enjoy, anoni!! I’m realising my scenarios are aren’t really scenarios, are they?

Strict!Pro-hero!reader being seduced by Dabi, Tomura, and Himiko!

Warning: N/S/FW content. Minors, do NOT interact. Seriously! This is no place for you. (Edit: that means a anyone under 18. That’s the threshold I’ve seen others use, so I’m sticking it’s that.) Note: there are individual warnings for each character so that you know what you’re about to read ^v^b

Dabi:

Warnings- adult content, thigh riding, biting, edging, alcohol mention, swearing

To say that you were known for being cool-headed and strict was a major understatement. You weren’t as popular as All Might, but those who knew you understood you to be a hero who, no matter how any villain taunted or insulted you, was concrete and unbending to their childish games. You went by the book and rarely made exceptions.

And then Dabi entered the picture. Cynical, rough, sardonic as hell, and quite the lawbreaker - and flirt. He’d stir some trouble in the streets, and then dip out when things got sketchy for him. In the midst of doing so, he’d always send some nasty smirk and comment your way. “Some nice legs you got there, doll. They’d look nicer above your head, though,” was his favorite; or perhaps it was your response he vied for so much. Because boy, you wanted to respond. You couldn’t deny the selfish gratification that came of his antics, knowing someone didn’t treat you as a gripey, square of a woman.

But that was the last thought on your mind as you sauntered through an alleyway on your walk home from having harmless fun with your fellow heroes. You hadn’t drank a sip, afraid of trouble spurring and hence your being called in. Your focus was fixated on your phone in your hand as you read the text one of your coworkers sent you.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, babe,” you suddenly hear, and instantly recognize the bastard of a voice. And instantly you feel that familiar throbbing at your core at the sound of it.

You look up from your phone, stone-faced as always, and try to resist the urge to scowl at him. You fail, though. He’s standing not far from you with his hands in his pockets, but it doesn’t look like this encounter was intended. “Don’t call me that,” you warn shakily, only for his smirk to widen and show off his teeth before he closes the gap between you. You elect to swing a fist at him but miss entirely before a blur flashes over your vision and your back hits the hard brick of the alley.

“Why not? We both know you enjoy it,” he snickers, his forearm across the front of your shoulders, his left hand occupied with pinning your wrist to the wall and knee stuck in-between yours. “If you really meant that punch, I wouldn’t have been able to dodge it, right?”

Right.

He even left your other hand free to prove his point.

Your breath is heavy and fluttered as he leans closer. You said nothing, but the fact that your wrist was relaxed in his hold told him everything. You see him smirk again, thereafter his arm leaves your chest so that he could put his thumb under your chin, the rest of his fingers splayed out on your jaw and you gulp. Your eyes fall half-lidded when he leans in close, but he quickly pushes your head back and veers off to the side to suckle at your neck, earning a quiet whine from you. Dabi acknowledges it with an eerie chuckle, to which you nearly respond with suspect before a cry leaves your lips at the sensation of teeth gnashing at your collarbone, the feeling of his chin staples rolling over your skin surprisingly heavenly. He resorts back to suckling and you’re sure he’s leaving at least a few hickies, but you’re too wrapped up in his hands fondling your hips and ass to care. They’re so warm, it’s ecstatic. He’s sweltering hot, unlike the cool wetness settling between your legs.

“Aah, Dabi...!”

You can’t help the whine of your lips or buck of your hips, nor the yelp that results when you unintentionally grind your throbbing core against his thigh. Dabi pulls off of your neck with a pop before he grabs your hips with both hands to pull you closer, encouraging you to ride his thigh. “My leg, ah?” he breathes, his voice more curious than either of you would admit. He leans in towards your ear, hot breath sending a chill down your spine. “Go on, do it,” he demands, his voice a whisper. “Lift that skirt and cum on my thigh, doll.”

You shut your eyes tight and moan at such a filthy command, his husky voice a contributor. Dabi’s too impatient with you to let you move your skirt out of the way as he does it himself, his returned grip on your hips surely to bruise them. You’re able to look down as he guides you, and there’s a clear streak of wetness soaking his pant leg. You shiver at the sight of your arousal, and again when he reaches to move your panties out of the way to let you grind bare against his jeans. You stare at the sight, not having it in you to look away. He must’ve followed your graze, his chest rumbling with a chuckle as you begin to cry out and moan louder. Dabi’s tongue is awfully quick to find and lick at your ear, while his teeth occasionally gnaw at it and pull. You were so pent up, even after a night of fun, it was no surprise your climax was already catching up to you. Your pace gets faster and faster, until that tightened coil-

Doesn’t snap. Dabi retreated his thigh from you and grabs your jaw to force you to look at his simper, earning a pout from you. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t make that face,” he taunts.

“You didn’t really think that’d be it, did you, babe?”

Tomura:

Warnings- adult content, spanking, swearing, orgasm denial

Being an infamously stoic hero had its perks. No one expected you to goof off on talk shows or crack a corny joke in interviews. Everyone liked that you weren’t careless and rambunctious; it just suited you not to be. A downside was being viewed as a “strict, rule-hungry old bag,” though. And you weren’t even old! But because you took being a hero seriously and followed rules, it gave you a public opinion not far off from Endeavor’s.

Getting on the trail of the leader of the League of Villains was a royal pain in the ass, much less staying there. It didn’t help that he seemed to take a special interest in you. There was always a hungry look in his eyes when you faced off, and nearly every time it felt like he’d planned the encounter as if to merely get a glimpse of you.

It wasn’t something you hated. This game of cat and mouse was exhilarating. Constant. Safe. It was a release. The more it happened, the more you thought it was the same way for him.

That theory was confirmed in its entirety when he randomly showed up in your apartment and looked at you as if he’d waited a significant amount of time. On you. You freeze in place after shutting your door, your bag of groceries still in hand as he stares at you from the couch. The silence that falls is thick, and not entirely uncomfortable, but it is unwelcome. You walk over to the kitchen area and set the bag atop the counter, before turning around to see Tomura standing right in front of you, the lack of hands adorning his body confusing you. “Why... are you here?” you ask hesitantly, noting the unconscious clenching of your thighs.

“You wouldn’t make a damn move, so I had to.”

His answer was simple and dry, and you begin to wonder if that meant anything other than what you wanted it to. His intentions are clear when he approaches further, backing you into the counter and caging you with an arm on each side. Tomura just stares at you. It was your turn. That’s how your little game went. And so you jolted forward, latching onto his lips with your own. Your dominance is short-lived, though, as he deepens the kiss when you yelp from his hand smacking against the side of your thigh, his tongue invading your mouth. Tomura’s hands are quick to snake up your shirt and paw at your uncovered breasts, the villain then smirking at the realization that you weren’t wearing a bra while he chuckles at your moan. His fingers pinch your hardening nubs, resulting in your pulling back from his lips and mewling.

His breaths are getting heavy, as are yours. Tomura grabs your arm and spins you around so that your backside is facing him, your ass end poking out at him when he grabs your head and pushes down to bend you over the counter. You glance back at him, but your focus is broken when you feel his hardened cock against your ass. Your whine only encourages him to briskly unbuckle your pants and pull them down, and you half-expect him to grind against you again - but he doesn’t. You begin to push back against him, albeit a hand on the small of your back lunges you forward and you scramble to get a grip on the counter beneath you. Hard to do that on a flat, smooth surface.

“Funny, you’re such a stickler about rules, and yet here you are, trying to make your own,” he jeers, and you swallow thickly. “You can follow a command, can’t you, hero?”

You gulp again and try to writhe in place, only to shriek when a hand lands sharp on your ass cheek as his other hand digs into your back. “Can’t you?” he repeats, and the feeling of your cunt clenching practically resounds throughout your body. You’re soaked, it’s clear. You pant instead of responding, almost sounding like a bitch in heat before another slap sounds against your reddening asscheek and you moan aloud, earning yourself yet another.

“I can!” you nearly scream, white-hot tears prickling the corners of your eyes - either from the pleasure, or the pain, you’re not sure.

“Don’t cum.”

You gasp and glance back at him, lips agape as you felt the pulling down of your panties. All you can see is those dark, red eyes glaring at you like a predator about to devour its prey.

Himiko:

Warnings- adult content, mentions of stalking, biting, oral, slight knife use (your poor panties), swearing, home... invasion?

Note- I’m not sure how old Toga is. Granted that she wears a school uniform and she crushes on Izuku, I’m setting her age to 20 here because I’m really not sure.

Being stalked by villains is not something you’re unfamiliar with. Being called a stone-faced, soulless shell of of a woman is not something you’re unfamiliar with either, a result of the public eye constantly fixated on you. On the contradictory, a grown ass villain flirting with your austere being was something you were quite unused to. Toga Himiko of the League of Villains was always hot on your trail, quick to retreat when noticed yet quick to notice you first. The smile that would crack her lips open was clearly meant for you and for you alone, always used as a flirtatious taunt. It wasn’t uncommon for you to track her down and chase after her, nor was it uncommon for her to track you down and leap after you.

Your game of push-and-pull had been on for a while. She was always so quick to escape no matter the situation, and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out how she did it. Nor could you figure out how the hell she got into your apartment. While you were there. Granted, you were asleep, but still...

She grins at you again in your bedroom doorway, that grin you know well, and seems to fiddle with the belt loop at her shorts, having long since abandoned the school girl schtick. It only worked for so long anyway. “Y/n-chan,” she beams, nearly drooling. “I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you tonight?” Her voice is sweet and lilted, and for a split second you believe her. She still had that sweet and harmless-looking appearance despite being a hardened villain. You lick your lips almost unconsciously, which she takes as an invitation to your bed, except she yanks your bedding off of you unceremoniously to replace it with her body as she straddles your hips.

You stare at her, your hands instinctively going for the sides of her thighs, with which she seems quite pleased as she squeaks at you. “You look so small down there, hero,” she mutters, her grin ear-to-ear. “So cuuute!” Her eyes then narrow almost darkly at you and she cocks her head sideways. “So quiet. Are you still sleepy, hm?”

Her thighs are so plump and sweet that you gulp underneath her while wondering what she’d taste like, but she shakes her head at you. “No, not tonight, lovey.” Himiko leans down and lunges her tongue into your open mouth, your moans mixing together as she does so, albeit yours increases in volume when she palms your breast through your shirt and squeezes before flicking her finger at your hardening nipple. The villain pulls away from you too quickly, sitting up so briskly your head almost spins, as she ignores the trail of saliva that follows. Her hips are adjusted atop you before she grabs the hem of your shirt and brings it up to your mouth. You catch on immediately and comply, biting the fabric into place as she goes to town kissing and licking your sternum between your tits. Golden, sharp eyes never leave yours in the moment, and her mouth feels hot against your skin as you moan. Her groping at your legs only serves to make you more vocal.

The bloodthirsty woman travels down your navel, yet goes right past where you want her most, while your whine is punctuated by the bucking of your hips. Himiko instead elects to suckle at your hip and upper thigh, before she parts your legs and settles between them. You jolt a little as she licks a stripe up your thigh until her tongue is a finger’s width away from the throbbing wetness between your legs. She giggles at your response, then landing a quick, tiny bite on your thigh before licking her lips. You don’t realise you’ve reached out to grab the top of her head and pulled it toward you until you feel the softness of her hair underneath your fingertips and another giggle escapes her. Himiko’s tongue pokes out from her lips as she pulls a knife from her belt to shred away at the hip of your panties before pulling them down to give her access to your throbbing clit.

Her tongue is quick to prod at your hole, then dragging up towards your clit before her lips are around it and sucking away. You cry out as a result, hips bucking again as your free hand clutches the bedsheet beneath you. You hear what sounds like a growl come from Himiko’s throat, then watch as her arms hook around your legs and hold your hips down. The sweat starting to coat your skin keeps her from getting a decent grip, so she uses force while her tongue dips into you and pokes around with her thumb rubbing at your swollen, puffy clit.

“Toga-chan-!”

Your whining out her name encourages her thumb to rub circles and increase its pace, Himiko finally letting out her own moan into your soaked cunt as her tongue begins to lick and suck away. Your grip on the sheets tightens until your knuckles are white, your mantra of moans music to her ears. Until suddenly, she pulls away, your essence coating her lips and practically dripping down her chin.

“Y/n-chan,” she says almost darkly, with the look in her eyes making your cunt clench around nothing, “you can’t cum yet.”

#mha #mha x reader #mha smut #mha scenarios #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #toga x reader #dabi #shigaraki tomura #toga himiko #these are long whoops #sorry about the short minute where there was no cut #i had to edit on mobile and it ate it

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candychronicles · 5 years ago

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deal // d. kaminari

A/N: My part in the soulmate au bnharem server collab!

CHARACTER PAIRING: Kaminari Denki x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2,187

WARNINGS: nothing that i can think of? just dumb, sweet fluff

SYNOPSIS: in a world full of heros and quirks, finding someone you can love is very, very hard. it’s even harder when you have a soulmate and the words that are tattooed on you are a nightmare. but still, even in this strange world, love finds a way.

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in a world full of heros and quirks, finding someone you can love is very, very hard. everyone has the first words your soulmate will ever say to you tattooed on your body. there is not one size, placing or font. it just slowly develops into a full fledged sentence, like a birthmark, as you got older and were able to read more.

some people were absolutely desperate to find their soulmate. they would introduce themselves to as many people as possible, trying out different phrasings constantly. there was a whole app created that was dedicated to sharing your tattoo and trying to meet up with people that matched it. most people, however, believed that soulmates should and would come naturally.

when you were 7, your tattoo was finally developed, and you craned your neck in an attempt to see what was written down your spine. it took you quite a while to figure out the words due to your limited reading abilities and more so the fact that it was hard to read in the mirror. when you finally figured it out, you were absolutely dumbfounded.

“aah! stop! i could’ve dropped my croissant!”

what in the peanut butter fudge does that mean?

you decided that at 7 years old, it didn’t matter to you. it wasn’t until you were twelve that it was even brought back up again. a popular six second video platform went viral and, along with that, came the understanding of where your tattoo came from. suddenly, it was very, very scary, knowing how commonplace your tattoo phrase was.

your heart was broken one too many times by not finding your soulmate, despite hearing those very words over and over again from so many people. you had memorized vine after vine, trying out different ones each time, slowly giving up hope as you approached your 21st birthday. while the platform was dead, the creations made on the app were a forever reminder that you were still, in fact, alone.

on one particularly dark and gloomy afternoon, with heavy, overcast clouds, a thin drizzle of cold rain and a calming yet eerie fog settling onto the street, you walked into your secret, hidden to many, coffee shop, or at least it felt like that for you. you tended to see the same familiar faces, knew all the employees and always tried new things, wanting to support a local business.

you were lost in your own thought when a young man, most likely around your age, bumped into you, balancing precariously a plate with treats and a hot coffee.

“aah! stop! i could’ve dropped my croissant!” he screeched, moving his food and drink away from you, not wanting to spill any, especially on the pretty girl he just bumped into.

without missing a beat, you replied with your own vine reference in the most monotone voice you could muster: “you know what, i’m about to say it. i don’t care than you broke your elbow.”

you were so accustomed to replying to that reference, your brain working before you could even think, randomly grasping at the first memorization that came to mind. it came as a complete shock when the random stranger dropped his food and drink on the floor, mouth wide with a grin, eyes alight with excitement.

you cocked your head quizzically, still not understanding what was going on. at that point in your life, you had given up on finding your soulmate, but it became quite apparent to you that he did not believe the same things or feel the same way.

the strange guy with electric yellow hair and a black streak happily rolled up his shirt sleeve to show you that what you said to him was on his body and, in that moment, everything finally clicked. you had to grab the nearest wall just to wrap your head around the situation. this guy is your soulmate?

with shaky hands, you pulled him to the back game room, apologizing to the workers for the mess as you whisked past him. once you were in the room, you shut the door, breathed once, twice, three times, and then slowly lifted the back of your shirt up to show him the tattoo.

the strange man, without thinking about it, slowly reached his fingers up to the back of your spine, slowly tracing the letters of the words in mesmiration. you, on the other hand, were as still as could be, too entranced by the way his soft fingers felt dancing along your backside. goosebumps rose on your skin and you knew that there was no way to deny or argue the automatic attraction that you felt towards him.

it felt like lightning bolts were shooting out of his fingers, giving you just enough jolt to stay awake, your heart pounding from adrenaline. everything felt so surreal but you could feel that this was the start of something, something truly life changing.

slowly, you lowered your shirt, pulling your back away from his exploring fingers and turned around, looking him in the eye.

“what’s your name?” you whispered out, not trusting your voice to speak any louder at the moment.

“Kaminari Denki, but please, call me Denki,” he answered without skipping a beat, eyes brimming with excitement.

“and what’s yours doll?”

“(l/n) (y/n) but you can just call me (y/n). after all, we’re probably going to be spending quite a lot of time together.”

“while your here, why don’t you sit down with me and we can chat? i just met you but i’m so love struck already. i need to know more about you.”

the two of you ended up spending hours in the shop, stuffing your faces full of pastries and sweet drinks, playing board games, asking each other questions, shamelessly flirting all night. it came as no surprise to either of you that you two would like each other, but to be so content telling a practical stranger your whole life story was still a bit overwhelming for you. you two exchanged numbers and on you went with the rest of your night, then the next day, and then the whole week.

it was practically killing you inside knowing that Denki had not called you yet. he mentioned he was a pro hero, so you knew he must be busy, but the thought of never being able to talk to him again drove you mad. little did you know, Denki was thinking the same things, wondering if he was good enough for you, if you really liked him, if you even wanted to see him again.

after all the moping around you did by yourself, you finally gained the courage to call, leaving a polite message in the voicemail box asking for him to call and discuss some things, hoping you could get some answers out of what was going on.

it only took twenty minutes before Denki’s name was flashing across your phone. you tried to play it cool, allow it to ring a couple of times, but eventually caved and answered, trying to not appear too excited or frazzled.

the conversation ended up lasting hours, with plans to meet up later that week. you two both chuckled when realizing you both felt the same way, not wanting to call if the other wasn’t interested.

the week went by quickly, the first official date arriving much sooner than you expected. Denki had told you nothing except to wear comfortable tennis shoes and athletic clothes. you assumed maybe a hike but you were not prepared for what he actually signed up for: rock climbing.

while heights weren’t your biggest fear, they certainly weren’t something you enjoyed, but you were going to push through and have fun. Kaminari brought out the best in you, fueling your adrenaline side a lot more than expected.

the whole experience was going great, Kaminari going up with you a couple of times to show you the ropes, both literally and physically, when he suggested you try one on your own. it was an indoor facility with plenty of padding, safety ropes and trained staff if any issues arose, but still, it was more terrifying than you were expecting.

you set a slow but steady pace, finally reaching the top, Kaminari cheering you from below. you looked down to give him a smile and a wave, realizing that was a bad idea only when you saw how far you had to jump back down. Kaminari saw it in your face and internally panicked, not sure how to help you in the situation, until he came up with an idea.

“just jump! i’ll catch you. i promise!” he yelled, arms outstretched and ready for your descent.

all it took was a few deep breaths before you let go, jumping down the wall, slipping halfway and fearing you would get injured. Kaminari, however, stayed true to his promise, catching you steadily in his arms, a cheeky, self-satisfied grin on his face.

“i’m picking the date next time,” you declared with a cheeky smile of your own, shimmying out of his grasp.

true to your word, your second official date was picked by yourself, something that was still interesting and adrenaline inducing at times without the fear of dropping from big heights: horseback riding.

you had assumed after the first date he took you to that this would be a nice reprieve from his daily adventures, which was true. what you didn’t assume, however, was the fact that Kaminari was mildly terrified of the giant creatures with hooves.

“oh come on! what are you afraid of?”

“getting kicked, getting bitten, stepped on, bucked off, the list is endless…”

“i won’t let anything happen to you. you caught me last time so i’ll make sure to have your back this time.”

as the day went on, you soon realized that you didn’t need to keep an eye on him. he was riding his horse very well, becoming in tune with his posture and seating, overall making the horse happier. he didn’t even want to leave after your trail ride was all over, you having to drag him back to the car as he stared out the window with puppy dog eyes.

when you made it back to your apartment, you turned towards him, ready to thank him for yet another lovely day, when you felt a pair of warm, eager lips attach themselves onto your own. you were dumbfounded for a minute, not understanding what was going on and therefore not responding. Denki almost took it as a sign that he was going too fast, preparing to pull away when your brain and body finally caught back up.

your lips moved in sync with his, wet tongues and teeth clashing. it wasn’t the prettiest kiss you ever had, but it was filled with such passion and longing that you didn’t know how you were able to pull away.

“wow…” Denki said breathlessly, hands coming up to cup your face and lean in for one more kiss.

“there’s plenty more where that came from,” you squeaked, trying to sound confident but coming out overly excited and slightly embarrassed.

Denki’s face suddenly turned very serious and he shifted in his seat to get a better look at you, you doing the same.

“(y/n), i know we’ve only been going on dates for a couple weeks, and i know there’s still so much more that i want to know about you, but i cannot, in good conscience, let you leave this car without me asking if you want to be my girlfriend. so uh, what do you think?”

your body responded immediately this time, your head bobbing up and down in confirmation, composing yourself for a second before you responded.

“Denki, we’re soulmates. i know it’s fucking scary, i know it may seem even weird, but i have never felt this way about anyone or even anything. i want to be your girlfriend as badly as i want you to be my boyfriend. so yes, boyfriend, i would love to go steady with you.”

before he could respond, you raised one finger in silence, commenting, “but, from now on, we pick the dates together.”

“deal! and uh, i know we’re in your driveway already, but there’s this really good noodle place down the road, and i’m starving. would you want to come with me? i’ll pay,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment, a light flush on his face.“oh, well, if you’re paying, i guess i have no reason to say no, huh?” you joked back, laughing and sticking your tongue out at him.

you both giggled at that, completely isolated from the outside world. at that moment, it was just you and him. while the relationship was still fresh and new, it felt like you guys knew each other for years and yet knew nothing about each other. it didn’t matter, though, because you two knew that things would only get better from there, and you were both prepared for whatever came your way.

#denki kaminari #kaminari denki #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero x reader

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dialovers-translations · 4 years ago

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DIABOLIK LOVERS VERSUS Animate Tokuten Drama CD “Don’t stop the Jealousy!” [Kanato ver.]

Original title: JEALOUSYを止めないで! [カナト編]

Source: Diabolik Lovers Character VERSUS I Tokuten Drama CD for buying all three volumes

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kaji Yuki

Translator’s note: I feel like this might need a tw for cannibalism... The DL franchise does like to toy around with the idea of the boys not simply craving a human’s blood, but being capable of eating their flesh as well, which is honestly pretty disgusting to me. ^^;; I know this may sound weird as someone who really enjoys the series, but I’m actually not a fan of bodily gore at all. (Which is probably why the more ‘intense’ blood sucking scenes freak me out) I do enjoy the world-building, the lore and the character development but I can’t say I’m sad about the fact they mellowed down the horror aspect a little as the series progresses. xD

Shuu ll Reiji ll Ayato ll Kanato ll Laito ll Subaru

“...!! ...Oh, it’s you. What’s the matter?”

You explain.

“Eh? I seemed a little down? ...Hah. You really think I want a lowly pest such as yourself to worry about me? ...Haah...I’m not gloomy or anything. It’s just...I was just wondering if there really isn’t a way for Teddy to live as a puppet.”

You ask him why he wants to turn Teddy into a puppet so badly.

“...Eh? Why I’m so fixated on Teddy? You want to know?”

You nod.

“Let me think...I don’t mind telling you, you know. ...However, promise me something in return. That from here on out...You won’t share that blood of yours with any of the other guys.”

You seem surprised.

“...Fufu...Ufufu...Ahahaha! That puzzled expression of yours...It’s priceless! I knew you’d hesitate! Fufu...You really are a slut, aren’t you? Even just earlier, when you showed all those faces to Reiji, I felt myself burning inside. So much so, I wanted to just cut you up and devour you whole on the spot. Not just one little finger, but your entire body...Fufu...”

You flinch.

“If I eat you, you won’t ever be able to give the other guys your blood again, right? Haah...Say, in that case, you’d no longer have to hesitate about anything either, you know? Right? Don’t you think that’s great too? Come on, we should do that after all! Aah~ I’m such a genius! Fufu...Now that it’s settled, let’s get this meal time started right away. Okay, Teddy?”

You step back.

“You want to run away? But I won’t let you...!”

Kanato pins you down.

*Thud*

“Heh...Slowpoke. You’re gravely mistaken if you think you could get away from me. ...Come on, keep still. No matter how much you scream or cry, Reiji won’t come. Now, give me your...everything...”

Kanato leans in.

*Rustle rustle*

“Fufu...~ Didn’t I tell you it’s useless? Just give up already...I’ll eat you piece by piece while sucking your blood, okay? Like that, it won’t just hurt, but you’ll be able to feel good as well. Right? ...Mmh...”

He bites you.

“Mm...Haah...Nn...Haah...Aah~ Today I’ve had quite a lot already, but I can still keep going...Fufu~ If it’s your blood...Mm...”

*Sluuuurp*

“...!! No matter how greedy I may be, I don’t get like this so easily, do you understand? ...Haah...Judging by the looks of it, you don’t comprehend at all, huh? Haah...Mmh...”

You whimper.

“How is it? Have you started feeling a little better? ...Heh. Seems like it. Just look at that shameless face you’re making. Seems like there’s really no limit to your desire. Nn...I really can’t take my eyes off you...I mean, I’m not wrong, right? The moment I leave you unguarded, someone will definitely come after your blood. That’s just how attractive your blood is. When I consider that, I just get so incredibly irritated...You are my doll after all, so I guess it feels like my toy is being taken away fro me? Also...I end up wondering if perhaps...You’re doing all of this on purpose...”

Kanato looks over at you.

“That kind of stuff is just really infuriating, don’t you think? In that case, you’d really be better off getting eaten by me. I’m sure of it...Come on...Where should I bite you next? Where do you like it?”

You tear up.

“Fufu...Fufufu...You look so pitiful...Aah...This really pisses me off...Don’t you know that the more you make that kind of expression, the more I want to completely and utterly mess you up?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Well then...Should I go for this place next? How about your ear? The earlobe seems easy on the stomach, don’t you think? Mmh, I’ve decided. I’ll settle on this spot.”

You flinch.

“Keep still, okay? If you don’t behave, you won’t just lose an ear, but I might just eat half of your face. Hehe...Exactly. Brace yourself, okay? Mmh...”

Kanato bites your ear.

“Mmh...Nn...Haah...It’s harder than I thought...Mmh...There’s tons of...blood oozing out...”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Mm...Aah...No good...I want to gobble you up but...As if your blood’s begging me to stop...It keeps on flowing out...This blood makes me go mad, you see?”

*Gulp gulp*

“Aah...Haah...Hey, eating you in one sitting would be such a waste, so why don’t you just succumb and give in to me? Promise me that you won’t even show yourself to the other guys either...If you do that, I’ll slowly indulge in your body without killing you.”

*Rustle*

“It’ll be so much easier on you if you just decide to become mine, you see? I’m sure you’ll get to experience nothing but pleasurable things like this. Okay? Mmh...If you still won’t tell me what I want to hear after everything I’ve said, I really will end your life right here, right now.

Haah, haah...Hurry up and tell me you’ll be mine and mine only! ...Come on, I’m begging you! ...I’ll love you, okay? ...Please...Quickly...! No matter how long the night may be, I’m not that patient of a person, you see...”

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kanato sakamaki #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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kfkr1ze · 23 days ago

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Vividly Colored Imagination - Chapter 9

Characters — ✈︎ Akuta, Kiroku, Nanaki, Muneuji, Ushio, Sakujiro

Location: HAMA House Dining Room

Kiroku: (I still have 2 more hours until the meeting with Producer-san…)

(I’m so nervous, I lost all my appetite…)

………

(My mom told me that it was good to eat umeboshi at times like this… I’ll eat some and then enter the office.)

Location: HAMA Tours

Producer: “ーーSo, the tour is arranged to be held at the venue in Hama Asunaro High School.”

Location: HAMA Tours Meeting Room

Kiroku: Y…es… We wanted to… display art around… the school building… using… holograms… and projections…

(It’d feel like… looking up at fireworks with everyone.)

I want to… share the… experience of… enjoying art… at school… during the night…time…!

Kaede: The building has large walls, they are equipped with great sound equipment, and it has plenty of space for the event to be held, Hama Asunaro High School meets all of the requirements, as well as having a track record from the first tour as a reliable venue.

Producer: ………

Kiroku: …………

Producer: “That’s a good idea. An art exhibit at a school at night gives off an amazing atmosphere, and it also is interesting that the main event is a live painting as well.”

Kiroku: (……! I did it…!)

Kaede: (Congratulations, Kiroku-kun.)

Producer: “Feel free to go ahead and use this venue space.”

Kaede & Kiroku: Thank you very much! ( T…nk you… ve… much.)

Sakujiro: Then allow us to move on to the final item on the agenda for today.

Now, this talk will be about the “Okiagari” design that will be used for the live painting on the tour.

Kaede: Because this is a collaboration, I’d like to display designs made by Ward Mayor 6, Kiroku-kun, in various different locations.

Producer: “That is a good idea. Since the live painting will also be done by Kinguawa-san, I feel as if displaying his designs will bring the space together perfectly.”

“However, since this is a traditional craft, may I see some of the designs you’ve come up with?”

Sakujiro: If you may, Kinugawa-kun.

Kiroku: Y…es…! I’ll share… the materials… now…

Kaede: (Kiroku-kun can navigate the program smoothly now…! He’s been practicing up until we started…)

Producer: “Hmm…”

Kiroku: These are… the rough designs… of the okiagari doll… that’ll be up for display. There are… 3 patt…erns…

Producer: ………

Kiroku: (Huh…? That reaction… wasn’t good…?)

Um, well… the meaning behind… the first okiagari design, isーー

Producer: “Hmmm…”

Kiroku: ……Uh!

Producer: “Ah, thank you for showing me these. I don’t hate these designs, it’s justーー”

“This is a bit… too much of an original design. There might be a lot of people that find this hard to immerse themselves in.”

Kiroku: Eh…?

Producer: “The combination of silver and gold was a great idea… However, the colors of the overall piece seem a bit too dull. The initial impression you get from it is a bit hazy.”

Kiroku: (It… didn’t… work… it didn’t work…)

Kaede: Um, this is still a rough draft… Kiroku-kun, we should get him to properly listen to the intention behind each piece.

Kiroku: U…Um…

Producer: “I myself am no amateur, so I can understand that this is a rough draft to some extent. Howeverーー”

“I feel as if these pieces are made with only your own enjoyment in mind.”

Kiroku: ……Gh.

Producer: “I’d like it if you could make a design that’s more appealing for the audience.”

Kiroku: …………

(“More appealing for the audience”ー…… That’s not… something… I can…)

I’m… sorry… I’ll remake… them…

Kaede: Wait Kiroku-kun, we can still discuss this. Let’s work this out a bitーー

Kiroku: I’ll remake… them…

(Aah…)

Kiroku: (I’m sorry… for being creepy.)

「ーー, you’re moving to… Kansai…!?」

「…………」[1]

「Even if you’re gone ーー, I’ll be fine on my own, so…」

「…Why would you say something like that?」

「But… I can’t change what’s happening, so…」

「You wouldn’t be able to draw analogue art with me anymore!」

「But… ーー’s art and… my art are… completely different…」

「…No way! Were you drawing a picーー of me?」

「…That’s…」

「You’re the one ーー draws all those creーー pictures!」

Location: HAMA House Practice Room

Ushio: Hah? Even though the presentation went fine, it was still a complete bust?

Kaede: It wasn’t a complete bust! The presentation wasn’t bad, but the feedback was a bit harsh.

Muneuji: Oh… I see.

Akuta: Hmm… But, doesn’t that mean that Producer’s finally seeing him like a fellow artist instead of some kid?

Personally, I didn’t like the way the Watanabe Series decided to look down on Kiroku and say things like “It can’t be helped since he’s a highschooler” and stuff.

Muneuji: In other words, you’re saying that Producer is looking at Kinugawa in a different light compared to the first meeting?

Akuta: Also, my uncle told me this, but the job of a “producer” is to act as a bridge between unique talents and the public, isn’t it? He’s just tryna do his job!

Ushio: Ahaha, you’re the one who’s sticking up for adults too much.

Muneuji: Chief, your request is that we act as support for Kinugawa?

Kaede: Yes. Kiroku-kun said he was going to remake the designs, but I’m not sure if he can do that in such a depressed state…

I believe he can recover on his own, but I’d like you to stay by his side so he can feel better as soon as possible.

(I’m sure that Kiroku-kun will open his heart to everyone in the Day Squad…)

Akuta: Leave it to me!!

Muneuji: Understood. I will buy more of that lip balm I put under Isotake’s nose.

Akuta: Stop that! You’re gonna kill Kiroku’s lips!!!!!

Ushio: By the way, where’s Panda?

Muneuji: Nanamegi holed himself up in his room in order to recreate his song.

Kaede: Right…

(I wonder if he’s struggling with his song too. Maybe he won’t be satisfied unless he spends a lot of time on it.)

(I’m sure, Kiroku-kun alsoーー)

Location: HAMA House 3F Balcony

Kiroku: ………

(My sketchbook is… still completely blank… even though… the sun is setting…)

Rouzel: Seriously! Kiroku tried his best on his hard work and yet, he rejected it so heartlessly!

Dewawa: And what of it? Are you saying that just because he worked hard, he should get rewarded? What is he, an elementary schooler?

Kiroku: (…That’s right… This is… a job, so…)

KB: This is one of those cases where you must discipline yourself and give the other party what they are asking for.

Pinfu: He said you can’t draw what you enjoy drawing, what the heck’s up with that～!?

Kiroku: (I have no choice… but to redraw them.)

Kiroku: (But whenever I try to… bring my pencil down to draw a line, it stays floating in place.)

(In the end, there’ll just be nothing…)

Dewawa: Ugh. YOU were the one saying “I’m scared, I’m scared～” this whole time, but just what were you expecting?

KB: He likely wanted his world to be accepted.

Dewawa: What, did you want them to look at it one time and go “Wooow! Wonderful! Let’s go with this! Did you think you could just get praised without any criticism?

Rouzel: And just what is so bad about that!?

Pinfu: It’s fine, it fine, hoo～ray for the need to be recognized!

Ripris: But it’s just… making him feel depressed y’knoow… Zzz…

Kiroku: (It’s too… selfish of me…)

???: “…Why would you say something like that?”

Kiroku: (Why did I start… drawing… in the first place…?)

Kiroku: Hah… ah………

(I created something through all my pain, and when it was rejected in the end, I just wanted to disappear with it.)

(My heart is just filled with colors of anger and sadness.)

Rouzel: Kiroku, what’s happening!?

Kiroku: (I can’t… breathe wel…)

KB: Do you believe you can figure out the reason things became like this?

Kiroku: I don’t… know… gh…

(I thought I could… breathe in… a lot easier… recently…!)

Dewawa: Who’s fault is it?

Kiroku: …Is it… my drawing’s… fault…?

Pinfu: Who said all that～?

Kiroku: They were too… original…

Ripris: That’s wrong～… Think about it… a biiit more…

Kiroku: I’…mーー

???: “You’re the one who draws all those creepy pictures!”

Kiroku: (…Creepy… pictures.)

Cree…py…

Creepy, creepy, creepy…

Kiroku: (Creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy creepy cree)

(I wanna go back.)

(To where no one could reject my favorite “creepy” workーー)

(My special place… inside the ribcage)

………

(Right. I don’t need to worry about… people who don’t understand me.)

(I wanna… stop this…)

I still have time to… change hosts… nowーー

Nanaki: Kiroku…!

Kiroku: Hih!? Nanamegi…!?

Nanaki: Hah… Hah… I ran all the way here… ‘cuz I want you to be the first to listen to it…!

Kiroku: Eh…?

Nanaki: I finished it. This time, it really is the right one! Kiroku’s own world!

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Notes — ✈︎

For the static-y exchange, the quotes appear on either side of the screen. Non italics are Kiroku, italics are his friend

#kfkr1ze #18trip #18trip translation #vividly colored imagination #nanaki nanamegi #ushio kurama #kinugawa kiroku #muneuji kaguya #akuta isotake #sakujiro karigane

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cheiyunn · 3 years ago

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Sweet Tea Party [4+Epilogue]

~~~~~~4~~~~~~

Ryo: Why are you dressed as a woman?

Wataru: Ah.. that, I also wanted to ask

Koharu: The reason is… well at first it was suggested by Feli, in the band prior to Fantome

Koharu: It was really up to me to do it or not… so I decided to do it

Ryo: and that is… why?

Koharu: First of all, there weren't any objections. I just thought that doing a V-kei female was cool

Koharu: I’ve also worn skirts and other pieces like that before as well

Wataru: ….eh!?

Koharu: It’s a weird story right? I have two older sisters that have a significant age gap to me, so when I was younger I was their ‘doll’

Koharu: I used to wear fluffy and girly clothing like a dress up doll

Wataru: I see… It sounds hard to have older sisters

Koharu: This might just be a story relevant to my sisters though, well that was one of the reasons

Koharu: The other was that when I stood on the stage dressed as a female, I felt a click

Ryo: What does that mean?

Koharu: There was a good reaction from the audience but it also helped build that ‘world’

Koharu: It made sense to me to be the female character in the band

Wataru: I see… you’re always conscious of the audience’s feelings

Ryo: There seem to be alot of ways to make the audience happy

Ryo: Should we start dressing more extravagantly?

Koharu: Nah, if you’re already an alien and you dress up, won’t that be overkill?

Wataru: I think Akebono-san has enough impact with the bass alone

Koharu: But I mean, if you really wanna do it, you should it right?

Koharu: Even if Gyro is Asahi’s band… Akebono is Akebono after all?

Koharu: The bass or clothing you want to try, can’t they live synonymously in Gyro

Ryo: I see… yeah, let me think for a moment

Koharu: This is the limit I can go… oh its already this late. Sorry, I gotta go soon

Wataru: Ah, thats right, the tea party

Koharu: Right, why don’t you guys come as well? We’re welcoming to additions

Ryo: I have practice after this so I can’t go

Koharu: Oh I see.. Matoba?

Wataru: I think I’ll also have to decline. I have some errands to run, and I also wanna go home and eat the cake

Koharu: You sure? You don’t have to hesitate y’know? If you came l’d lend you some costumes and makeup

Wataru: Eh? Is that really okay? But, thank you very much for the offer!

~~~~~~Epilogue~~~~~~

--Fantome’s shared-house--

Koharu: Sorry, came back late. Are they all still sleeping?

Felix: Welcome back. They’re all still sleeping soundly. Thanks to that, the room is ready

Felix: What about the cake? It seems you took quite a long time

Koharu: Perfect. I met Matoba at the cake shop. I wasn’t really familiar with it so I asked him to choose for me

Koharu: After that, the convo flowed and Akebono joined in so we were talking for some time

Felix: Hm~ 3 bassists gathering together, that sounds like fun

Koharu: aah, it was fun.. But we didn’t really talk about the bass at all

Koharu: I invited them to join the tea party but they declined

Felix: Well thats a shame. They would have been wonderful guests if so

Koharu: Thats right. Young people these days are too modest

Felix: Well then lets prepare the cake and finish setting up. Koharu, prepare the costume

Koharu: kay’

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HARU: Ah~ with that said, let us begin HARU’s tea party. Today at work, the damn guys who were-

FELIX: Cut Cut! That's no good, you can’t use such vulgar words!

FELIX: There needs to be more of a kindness that wraps around the bewitching aura that surrounds..

HARU: Even if you say that...

FELIX: Regardless, again from the top!

Tomou: ...it looks like those two are filming over there

Daimon: Its in regards to the ‘tea party of hospitality’ to us

Jun: I slept too much and now I’m hungry… can I eat this cake? |･ω･)

HARU: Don’t touch it yet! After this I’m taking the cake!

Jun: Y-Yes! I’m sorry!

Tomoru: Anyways, aside for Koharu-san, why is Feli-san also in costume?

Daimon: Isn’t he also going to appear in the video?

FELIX: What are you saying? I’ll have everyone get into costume to appear. Its a video for the audience so everyone will have to appear

Jun: Eh~... do we have to wear the costumes now… (ーー;)

Daimon: If you don’t do as they say, it’ll be a mess later on. Koharu seems super into right now as well..

Daimon: To begin with, we’re on the side of treatment

HARU: Y’all have been lazing around for a while now! Change your damn clothes now!

Tomoru: y-yes!

HARU: After all the shooting is over, I’ll treat you to plenty of ‘hospitality’ so look forward to it~!

#mmm koharu ily #Jun ft kaomojis because its the only way I can describe this man #aasidetranslations #fantome iris #argonavis #gyroaxia

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bad-blood-animal · 4 years ago

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Hamerun Choco Summary

Need to check-in game for actual event name but having issues getting in ATM Also I will share the hotsprings summary in the coming days...

Starts with Hameln. Hameln has never gotten chocolate for Valentine's day before, but it never bothered him either. After all those holidays are for consumerism, and if he wants something, he can get it for himself. But the puppets have "sympathy" for him telling him he's being hard on himself. So they wonder who will give him some after the rest of the cast flee and summon Sleeping and Kaguya. Sleeping wants to get it over with to go back to sleep, and they head out to read recipes and shop for ingredients and spend the whole day making some. But Hameln immediately complains. The chocolate is ugly, how could they give him such repuslive, ugly chocolate? So he says if they want him to accept it then to make it based off this drawing of a person he did while they have been out all day. Then they realized it was him. So they pointed that out and he's just like 'I just like beautiful things... ' and since the puppets forced them into this, they just stare at each other and accepted.

So they go to get some chocolates made like that but the dolls yell at them because since it's his first time, it needs to be made from the hand. So they nervously make more. The dolls love the ugly chibi chocolate and thinks they should se about commercialzing it. The girls think about it. Sleeping can get a giant comfy bed. Kaguya isn't sure she cares about the money, but as one of the original producrs, surely she can meet some strong people. They sign their contract with a producer.

Its a big hit. Before long, Hamerun chocolate dominates. Lines go for hours for it, the demand is intense for people of all ages, and it trends social media. Because the chocolates become popular, Sleeping and Kaguya are happy and start thinking what other goods they can release and they forget how it all started as a gift for Hameln. They become obsessed with how well their goods are being received and spend all their time online checking people's responses with how Sleeping is liking all the positive comments, but Kaguya gets excited when she reads negative comments too and Briar tells her not to like those. 'Aah, scold me some more!'

And then they sign a contract with some business guy who gives them nice promises of a collaboration and how it'll be a hit. It's a collab of their Hamerun character and some new idols in a movie. But the movie flops and the fans become angry with the original creators for allowing the character to appear in it. The guy who they signed the contract with is giving excuses saying that the comments online are only part of the public and they shouldn't pay that much attention to it. The guy is a horrible person who just wants to get money from selling their character and quickly wants to make horrible quality. Kaguya comes up with a fun idea for a new movie but he rejects it because it would be too much effort and money to make it and brings out some other horrible work instead. Sleeping and Kaguya realize they no longer have any say in what happens to their character. The guy keeps bringing out more goods that they aren't pleased with and they can't do anything against it so they get upset. They end up leaving the company but afterwards the company keeps releasing shitty Hameln goods and then someone recognizes them as the original creators. All the goods she has are the original ones Sleeping and Kaguya made. She says she doesn't like the way the character has become and the original was better, and Sleeping decides they can't leave things like this as the original creators. She calls the guy to get the rights back but he says "no, you gave them to us when you left". So Sleeping and Kaguya decide to go back there and get them back by force. Kaguya just wants to deal with the bad comments online at first, but she decides she can't let Sleeping fight by herself so she decides to go help after all They ask the guy to give back the rights, but he says he can't. Because they've already been bought up by yet a bigger company and have become split over several smaller branches, so it's impossible for them to still get them back.

Hameln, holding the chocolate he made in his hand, says this happened because they lost sight of the fact that beauty is all that's important in the world and if you get involved with big companies who don't care about that, the moment they signed the contract is when they lost.

#SINoALICE

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blackcloverdatabase · 5 years ago

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English Translation of Novel 3: Chapter 1 – Gold & Black - (Part 2 of 2)

Here’s the second half of Chapter 1 from Book of Yuno. Again, I don’t have another picture to use as a header for this chapter, but at least there’s still plenty of Golden Dawn and Black Bull action. This half focuses much more on Yuno and his relationship with Asta, both in the present and how they were in the past, but Yami also gets to show off a bit, too.

If you missed Part 1 of this chapter, you can read that here

--- Gold & Black: Part 2 ---

“Any luck, Yuno!? Did you find him!?”

“No…… I guess you didn’t find him either.”

As they were sprinting across the garden, Yuno met up with Asta. After deciding that they needed to find Yami, Klaus and Mimosa searched the North and South gardens, Yuno and Asta searched the East and West gardens, and Bell searched for Yami from above. Yuno and Asta just finished searching the West garden, so they were about to search the East. Asta cursed upon meeting Yuno,

“Dammit, these gardens are too big! Add them all together and you’d have a village!”

“It’s not that big. It just feels that way to you because your limbs are so short.”

“Not that again, you handsome jerk! Even if my limbs are short, I make up for it with my physical strength!”

After saying this, Asta laughed, and said with a huge grin on his face,

“Anyway, it’s been a real long time since we’ve been together this long, hasn’t it?”

“What’s with you all of sudden……? Well, you’re right. When we were in Hage Village, we spent a depressingly long amount of time together.”

“Hage Village…… When I think about how things were back then, it’s almost unbelievable how we’re now in the Magic Knights, performing missions every day as if it were only natural.”

Maybe it was because he was with his old friend, but Asta’s thoughts were very out-of-character for him. However, Yuno replied,

“……No, maybe that’s the case for you, but I was extremely capable even when I was at Hage, and I could use magic very well, so I don’t feel very strongly about this at all. It felt only natural that I would be in the Magic Knights.”

“I definitely don’t want to hear that from you! I mean, you were a total crybaby when you were little! Compared to how you were then, who you are right now is totally unbelievable!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t even remember crying when I was born.”

“Nobody would remember that! Look, I’m begging you, so work with me a little here! I wanted to feel nostalgic together!”

Yuno was lying earlier. Of course he remembered. When he was little, he was a crybaby who always clung behind Asta. He found the world frightening. Always scared, he could never take a step forward. The one who gave him the courage to take that first step was none other than Asta. The Yuno that exists today is here because of that day when they decided to share the same dream, because of that moment when they decided to compete over who would become the Wizard King. Instead of following behind him, he wanted to see the same scenery as Asta. In other words, the reason he has been able to do his best all this time is all because of Asta.

“…… Stupid Asta. We’re in the middle of a mission. Now’s not the time to start acting so nostalgic.”

Of course, he had no intention to ever say all that. It would be too embarrassing. He was sure that, even in the future, he’ll continue to dodge the issue by joking around like this. Besides, the best way to thank Asta is through his actions, not words.

“I don’t intend to lose to guy like that…… I’ll be the one who becomes the Wizard King.”

Recognizing Asta as his rival, he intends to continue competing ruthlessly with him. This is the form that Yuno’s gratitude takes.

Of course, that’s not the only reason he has been working so hard. It may have been Asta who gave him his dream to become the Wizard King, but now, Yuno wants to fulfill that dream through his own will. Well, it’s also a fact that showing the results of their efforts to each other has been a good way to motivate each other’s growth. Besides, he can inspire Asta more by making jabs at him rather than by giving him a simple “thank you”.

Just as Yuno expected, Asta looked dazed for just a moment before smiling belligerently,

“Hah!? It’s obvious that I’m the one who’s going to become the Wizard King!”

“No, it’ll be me. You should become the Nostalgia King.”

“The Nostalgia King!?”

“Ah, there he is! Yuno, I found Yami!”

Bell descended from the sky, circling about through the air as if she were in a great hurry.

“He’s really close by, but something really terrible is happening, so hurry it up!”

“…..Something terrible?”

Bell repeatedly nodded her head up-and-down in response to Yuno’s question.

“I don’t know what happened, but Zable and Yami are already face-to-face!”

“They’re over there, right beyond those thickets!”

Yuno and Asta sprinted at top speed to Yami as Bell directed them to his location. Asta said with a pale face,

“H-hey, Yuno? Just making sure, but if Zable has this magical tool……... this ‘Original Sin’, then aggravating him would be real bad news, right?”

“Yeah. We don’t know what could trigger a rampage.”

In other words, they were currently in a state of emergency. If Yami, the man known as the God of Destruction, has made contact with a man as arrogant as Zable, there’s no way something won’t happen. This time, it was Yuno who asked Asta,

“Still, even Captain Yami wouldn’t suddenly get violent with someone he just met…. right?”

“…… I don’t know, but about six seconds after I met him, I got iron clawed.”

“………Let’s hurry.”

“Yeah!”

The two surpassed their limits as they ran, crossing through the thicket. Upon doing so, they found themselves in front of a wide court-like field, similar to those maintained for sporting events. In the middle of that field stood……

“C-captain Yami……. And Zable!”

They were quite far away, so they weren’t clearly visible, but they could tell that the two were in some kind of confrontation. There were countless broken wooden puppets strewn around them, but Zable, at least, looked fine.

…...Or, at least, that’s what they thought.

*THUD*

Zable fell to his knees before collapsing to the ground. His sanity still appeared to be intact, but his face was swollen, and his clothes were torn.

“…………”

And, with his collapse, his wooden doll had crashed into his entourage, causing them to fall to the ground as well. Beaten up, shivering, and shaking, they mumbled things like, “I don’t want to die…. I don’t want to die…,” and, “I’m sorry… I’m just a bug, a worm…”.

Before Yuno and Asta was a picture of Hell, one that far exceeded even their worst fears.

“……….”

The person who created this misery, Yami, casually waved his hand at Asta, Yuno, and Bell, who all stood utterly speechless.

“Oh, it’s you guys. Hey.”

“Don’t just say ‘hey’…… C-captain Yami, this is……”

“Hm, oh, these guys?”

Yami answered Asta’s question while lightly kicking Zable with the tip of his shoe.

“While I was taking a nap, these guys suddenly woke me up, smashed my wine bottle, and, as an added bonus, they even kicked me…... I’ve told ya before. Naps are good. They increase your productivity in the afternoon… I was thinkin’ I should let them experience some of that productivity personally,”

Then, he drew his sword, seemingly out of nowhere, and pointed it toward Zable as he continued,

“And give these guys a nap they’ll never wake up from.”

“That’s called ‘death’, you know!!? Wait, seriously, please stop! We have to ask them some questions!

Asta rushed to Yami in desperation while Yuno dragged Zable’s body away from him. Glancing at Asta, who was now caught in Yami’s iron claw, Yuno called out to Zable,

“Hey, you. Are you okay? I can use a magic tool for healing and… hm?”

Yuno noticed something peeking through the gaps in Zable’s torn clothes. There was nothing written on its cover, and it wasn’t even colored. It was a pure white grimoire. However, Zable already had what looked like his own grimoire in his book pouch. In other words, this was……

“Aah……AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!”

Seeing this, Yami picked up Zable’s followers by the armful and said,

“Hey Goldy, get away from him. Kid, come with me and help me carry away his lackeys to safety…... actually, just throw ‘em as far as you can.”

As instructed, Yuno quickly separated himself from Zable while Asta threw his lackeys as far as he possibly could. Right after doing so,

“AAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!”

From Zable’s body… no, from the white grimoire sprouted a series of white torrents made of mana. They were like large tentacles wriggling about. The tentacles spread radially with Zable at the center and began to indiscriminately attack everything in the garden, gouging the ground and smashing what was left of the wooden dolls into dust. If Yami’s instructions came just one second later, Zable’s followers would have been caught up in the destruction. Seeing Zable clad in a seemingly infinite number of white tentacles, Yami once again said as if this was all someone else’s problem,

“So, it was him after all. He had that magical tool… what was it called again… that ‘Original Sin’.”

When Yami said this, Asta, who had taken out a large sword from his grimoire, turned his head toward him in disbelief.

“Woah! Captain, you knew!?”

“Yeah. I could tell by reading his Ki.”

“Then why did you beat him up so bad!?”

“Why? Because I was pissed that he woke me from my…. No, I did that because we need to know exactly what happens when the ‘Original Sin’ goes berserk. Also, because I was pissed that he woke me from my nap.”

“That’s the real reason, isn’t it!?”

“Shut up! Anyway, this is just what I planned, so it’s all good!”

The tentacles wriggled about before beginning its attack against Yami and the others.

“…Though, this rampage is just a bit more showy than what I was expecting.”

While slicing through the tentacles that fired toward him, Yami ran straight for the mansion.

“I’ll go evacuate the people at the mansion, so, in the meantime, I’m leavin’ the tentacles to you.”

“Huh!? Ah, yes sir!”

Asta yelled in bewilderment as he swung his sword, cutting down tentacle after tentacle. In contrast, Yuno couldn’t help but think his usual, “You can’t be serious……”. Yuno figured that the reason Asta could react immediately to such unreasonably unclear instructions was that those instructions were part of his everyday work environment. Talk about depressing.

That aside……

“……Asta. There was a white grimoire in Zable’s chest. That was probably the ‘Original Sin’. Our first goal should be to break that grimoire.”

“Got it!”

After hearing Asta’s reply, Yuno opened up his own grimoire. Despite the rapid development of the situation, Asta was Yuno’s rival, and all that effort he had put in as his rival showed.

‘I can’t let Asta be the only one looking good here,’ Yuno thought.

“Let’s go, Bell. Full power.”

“Understood!”

A violent gale blew with Yuno and Bell at the center.

“Uoooooooooooh!!”

Asta rushed toward Zable while dodging, no, mowing down the tentacles that attacked him.

“Wind Creation Magic: Wind Blades Shower”

Blades of wind materialized above Yuno’s head, slicing the tentacles that were approaching Asta from behind and overhead. The tentacles regenerated instantly, but there was a slight delay before it could attack again. Asta pierced through that gap, narrowing the distance between him and Zable. As Asta used his mobility to get closer, Yuno used his magic to support him. Using this strategy, they were able to steadily reduce the distance between them and Zable.

They never planned this out before. This was simply the result of them being together for over a decade. They could understand each other’s thoughts without exchanging words and then anticipate each other’s moves accordingly. For them, cooperating in battle was as natural as breathing.

“AAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!”

Taking Asta’s presence as a threat, nearly all of Zable’s tentacles were sent toward him, surrounding his body in the shape of a dome.

“Yuno!”

Asta turned around and called out to Yuno, but this was not a call for help. Yuno nodded and used another one of his spells.

“Wind Creation Magic: Heavenly Wind Ark”

An ark created by wind took Yuno’s body and flew into the sky, passing over Asta, who was being attacked by the tentacles. His goal was Zable himself. Yuno had dedicated himself to providing back up for Asta when Asta was taking on the tentacles, but now Yuno aimed for the currently defenseless Zable. The two understood each other’s strategy right away, and they began acting on it in an instant. It took a moment later for Bell to understand what they were planning, which made her purse her lips in displeasure.

“Let me in on this, too! I’m a girl with both great comprehension skills and broadmindedness, you know!”

“Bell, you’re too noisy. Also, you don’t really give that impression. We’re going to establish contact with Zable.”

While dodging the number of tentacles that went after him, Yuno made a nosedive for Zable and cast a spell,

“Wind Magic: Crescent Kamaitachi”

A blade shaped like a crescent moon crashed near Zable’s feet, kicking up a large cloud of dust. It’s not that Yuno missed. If that attack had hit Zable directly, his body would’ve been sliced in two. Yuno’s goal was simply to blind him. Taking advantage of the dust cloud he had created, Yuno jumped off his ark of wind and landed right before Zable’s eyes. He quickly reached out his hand for the white grimoire in his chest, the ‘Original Sin’. However……

“Ah…… Gah…… S-stop! Stop it! Don’t…. touch that!!”

Zable clutched the grimoire in his arms as his tentacles began to focus their attacks on Yuno. Without even using his wind magic, Yuno grabbed the ‘Original Sin’. Upon doing so, Zable tightened his grip around it.

“Aah…… Please…… This…… Just this…… Don’t take this away….. please!”

“……..Zable, you were still conscious?”

“…….If I don’t have this….. Aah……. I’ll be……. weak again!”

Ignoring Yuno’s question, Zable only continued to scream unintelligibly. It seems that his consciousness was still intact, but it was terribly clouded. All that remained was his determination not to hand over the ‘Original Sin’.

“I……Ah…… obtained this…… Guh…… and change….d.”

Blood poured out from his eyes and mouth, and even the way he was suffering seemed to change. Yuno didn’t fully understand what was going on, but he could tell that it was a dangerous omen.

“Hey, you’re going to die. Let go of that grimoire.”

“No…… way…… Guh…… I don’t…. want to go back……. to being powerless……”

He may end up severely injuring Zable, but Yuno felt that he had no choice but to use his wind magic. Preparing himself for the worst, Yuno built up his magic, but then,

“…….This world…… is scary…… You can’t survive…… without power……”

Yuno saw that a light of consciousness remained ever so faintly in Zable’s eyes. Those eyes looked as if they would cry at any moment. They were weak, sorrowful eyes. Yuno remembered a person whose eyes and words were like Zable’s. They reminded him of his younger self.

Yuno was able to change because of Asta. However, there was probably nobody by Zable’s side. That’s why he got involved with taboo magical tools, like the ‘Original Sin’. Thanks to that tool, Zable changed. In other words, the ‘Original Sin’ is to Zable what Asta is to Yuno. Because of this, for just a moment, Yuno was a little hesitant to steal the ‘Original Sin’ away from him. That moment of hesitation proved to be a fatal mistake.

“….GAH!”

A single tentacle passed through the gap in his wind magic, landing a crushing blow on Yuno’s side. The impact broke his posture, leaving him vulnerable. Targeting his weakened state, a countless number of tentacles shot toward Yuno.

‘This is bad. I won’t be able to block them in time!’

But, just when Yuno braced himself for the attack, a gust of wind blew past him.

“UOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAH!!”

Asta flew by with astounding speed, striking Zable with the flat end of his sword and launching Zable’s large body into the air. Then, with the edge of his sword, Asta sliced the ‘Original Sin’ that fell from Zable’s chest in two. With that, the ‘Original Sin’ turned to dust and dissipated into the air. At the same time, the tentacles also faded away.

“Hey, are you all right, Yuno!?”

After confirming that all the tentacles had completely disappeared, Asta ran toward where Yuno sat, having fallen from exhaustion. It seems that, during the battle, Asta was able to hack his way through the tentacles to make his way to Yuno.

“Yeah…… Sorry.”

“Don’t give me that! You totally spaced out when you saw the enemy’s eyes! That’s not like you at all!”

Though Yuno had only hesitated for a brief instant, Asta had seen right through him.

“……Jeez. Here, can you stand?”

Asta said with a smile as he held his hand out to Yuno.

“………”

Yuno smiled wryly to himself. ‘Asta was to Yuno what the ‘Original Sin’ was to Zable’. Even if it was just for a moment, Yuno berated himself for thinking something so foolish. The ‘Original Sin’ was nothing more than a tool. Moreover, it was a dangerous tool which gifted the user power without effort, a tool that could easily be used for the wrong reasons. The existence beside Yuno is a person who made him stronger by working hard and by competing with each other. When one of them does something wrong, the other can scold him. When one of them can’t stand, the other holds out his hand so that they can walk together again. For Yuno, Asta is……

“Get a hold of yourself, Yuno! You’re my rival after all!”

“……Yeah.”

Yuno took Asta’s hand and stood up, and with a small smile said,

“………You saved me. Thanks.”

Yuno then looked at the fallen Zable. If Zable had someone like Asta beside him, then this probably wouldn’t have happened to him. Conversely, if Yuno didn’t have Asta beside him, then maybe he would have been like Zable, too……

“……..Ughh……..Ugh”

Hearing Zable’s groans, Yuno and Asta raised their guard. However, they didn’t feel any evil mana from him, and it didn’t look like he was going to start moving. He was simply moaning out of pain.

“……Bell, Asta, you two should go look for Mimosa. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

Bell and Asta nodded energetically before heading for the mansion. Noticing Yuno’s presence, Zable spoke as if it were difficult for him to even talk,

“……I-It looks like I…… caused a lot of trouble for you…… I’m sorry……!”

‘So that’s what his real personality is like?’ Yuno thought.

Dealing with the aftermath of their mission went quite smoothly overall. First, Mimosa treated the injuries of Zable and his followers. While she did that, Yami and Klaus explained what happened to the guests and the sponsor of the party. In addition, they enacted a gag order on everyone present, elaborated on the dangers of the ‘Original Sin’, and emphasized that it was a tool that nobody should dabble in.

“……I see. You obtained it at the black market…… That means it will be difficult to identify its source.”

After Yuno, Bell, and Asta contacted the Magic Knights Headquarters and requested transportation for Zable, they all stood guard as they waited for the Knights to arrive, but……

“Perhaps. Moreover, this was over a month ago. The store I bought this from might not even be around anymore, and even the store owner said that the details of the ‘Original Sin’ were unknown. I’m sorry that I can’t be more helpful……”

In complete contrast to how he was before, Zable answered Yuno’s questions humbly as he bowed his head in shame. Once he was released from the curse of the ‘Original Sin’, it was clear that he was an extremely gentlemanly young man. He obediently accepted his crimes, testifying how he had obtained the ‘Original Sin’. Bell and Asta were ready to give him a lecture, so seeing him like this was a bit of a letdown. After experiencing such a surprising change (well, Zable simply reverted back to normal), Zable continued to speak with unease in his voice,

“However, the store owner did say... the ‘Original Sin’ raises its owner’s magic power during battle, but when not in battle, it sucks away its owner’s magic and stores it, little by little. Also, once it accumulates a certain amount of magic, it self-proliferates by creating ‘manuscripts’. That means that my copy is probably not the only one on the market.”

“……Well, you’re probably right about that. Your copy also wasn’t the only one that store was selling, wasn’t it?”

“That’s right. Of course, the degree that it changes its owner’s personality and the amount of power it gives and takes is probably different for each manuscript, but……”

‘This looks like it’s going to be trouble…...,’ Yuno thought to himself as he clicked his tongue. Even Zable, a gentle person with very weak mana, transformed into that just by obtaining the ‘Original Sin’. If an evil person with strong mana were to obtain the ‘Original Sin’, then they would be even more troublesome. Reaching the end of his patience, Asta interjected,

“I’ve been thinking this since you started talking, but, you kinda seem… like a real nice guy! Why did you get involved with such a dangerous tool!?”

“A ‘nice guy’, huh? Ku ku, it makes me happy to hear that, but…… you can’t survive in the world of nobles with kindness alone.”

“I was blessed with being born into a powerful family, but I have weak mana and a timid personality…… Nobody ever said anything bad about me to my face, but behind my back, they were anxious about appointing me as the next head of the family, and they even started to question if I would be able to get married and leave an heir.”

Not expecting his problems run so deep, Asta’s mouth hung open, making Zable laugh at himself derisively as he continued,

“I guess I was rushing. I wanted… magical power, at least, so I ended up depending on such a dubious tool, resulting in this mess…. I’m truly sorry for being such a bother.”

As he finished, Zable bowed his head toward them.

“And, thank you for stopping me. I’ll be sure to reward you handsomely after I’ve paid for my sins.”

“Huh? N-no, you don’t need to do that! You’re such a nice guy that…... I kind of feel bad for arresting you.”

“If a time comes when even a pathetic guy like me can start over again, I’ll be sure to work hard and obtain real strength. Instead of relying on tools, I’ll change myself with my own strength!”

“Jeez, you’ve left nothing for me to lecture you about! H-hey Yuno, can’t we get this guy pardoned or something!? He just got possessed by some bad mana for a bit! I’m begging ya, let’s just look the other way this time!”

Asta misguidedly begged Yuno with tears in his eyes. Yuno ignored him and said to Zable,

“As a goal, ‘I want to change’ is far too vague. It’s better to set that as a long-term goal while setting short-term goals as well. That will give you a roadmap that’s easier to follow.”

“Huh? Y-yeah……”

Zable replied vaguely. Yuno’s advice was so abrupt that Zable didn’t realize it was directed toward his earlier decision.

Yuno averted his eyes a bit before continuing,

“Long ago, I knew a person who would say the same things you’re saying now, but…… I think if that person had been given this type of advice back then, things would have gone more smoothly for him. It’s no big deal, but…… try it if you can.”

It was too embarrassing for him to say out loud, but that person was, of course, himself from the past. However, there was a time when he recklessly trained with his magic, and he wondered if he would’ve been able to train more efficiently if someone had given him that advice. Because of this, Yuno wanted to meddle just a bit.

“……Thanks to his efforts, he was able to join the Magic Knights.”

And while he was at it, he decided to try meddling even more.

“You sort of resemble that person, so I’m sure you’ll be fine…... Do your best.”

“…………!”

Zable looked taken aback before looking down with a small smile on his face.

“’You’ll be fine’ and ‘Do your best’…… huh? Ku ku…… Nobody has ever said that to me before…… I see. So, being told such words makes one this happy…….”

He continued to smile as he said this, but as he continued, his eyes became clouded with tears. Yuno didn’t feel that he said anything important to him, but he hoped that his words would prove to be at least a little bit useful to Zable, a man who resembled his former self so highly. If his words do prove useful, he’ll be very happy. Such was the heartfelt atmosphere Yuno and Zable established before Asta destroyed it by saying,

“H-hey…… what are you talking about, Yuno!? We’ve been together since forever, and I don’t remember anybody like that! This is scary! Tell me straight, what the heck did you see!?”

“Are you stupid? Nevermind. I already know the answer to that.”

“……Ah, I know! You’re talking about your past self! Ha ha~, but since you were embarrassed about it, you said it was someone you knew! I’m right, aren’t I!?”

“You’re so tactless. Well, I already knew that.”

“Ah, there they are! Everyone! Over here!”

At that moment, a voice came from the mansion, followed by the sound of multiple footsteps.

“……Ah, that girl, it’s her, isn’t it!? That girl who was making eyes at Yuno, Dina!”

Before this, Bell was sitting bored on Yuno’s shoulder, fidgeting about. However, hearing Dina’s voice made her hiss like a cat. Just as she suspected, Dina was coming toward them from the mansion, with the girls that were with her earlier behind her…… no.

“That boy is Yuno-kun!? Oh gosh, he’s a total hottie!”

“I saw your battle earlier~. You were suuuuuuuper cool~!”

“Hey, that Asta kid is pretty cute too once you get a close look at him!”

Dina brought along several dozens of girls with her, who were all frantically running towards them. Asta shouted as he gazed at the sight in wonderment,

“H-hey! What’s with those girls!?”

“These girls said they all wanted to talk to you two after watching you fight! Of course, I feel the same way!”

‘For a selfish reason like that……,’ Yuno was already sick of that kind of stuff. Bell inflated her cheeks more and more as she protested,

“You obviously shouldn’t! Anyway, Dina was already like this, but what about the rest of you!? You all were acting coldly toward Yuno and the others earlier, and yet now you’re trying to act all chummy with them!”

“Now, now, don’t say that, little spirit with a freakin’ huge forehead. The organizer of this party also wants to thank us.”

Yami entered the conversation as he approached from behind the gaggle of girls.

“He says he’ll set us up with all the booze we want for free…. Heck, he’s even willin’ to setup an afterparty for us. He’s doin’ all this for us, so it’d be rude to refuse him, right? Plus, it’s free booze.”

As usual, he made no attempt to hide his real intentions. Klaus, who stood beside him, coughed once before speaking,

“Moreover, there are people who want to share a drink with Mimosa, Captain Yami, and myself now that they know we are Magic Knights. They collaborated with our investigation, so we cannot simply turn them down.”

What he was saying certainly sounded plausible, but it sounded forced as he said it, and it looked as if he was checking Yami’s expression the entire time. Apparently, this middle manager was a victim of the God of Destruction’s harassment once again today. Beside him, Mimosa was shivering with tears in her eyes as she said to Asta and Yuno,

“Y-Yuno-san, Asta-san…… Don’t tell me… you guys aren’t coming? You guys won’t leave me behind at a…… at a matchmaking party, will you?”

In response to her supplications, Asta scratched his cheek.

“I don’t really get what you’re talking about, but this means I’ll get to eat more tasty food like earlier, right? Then, I’ll definitely go! Now that you mention it, this has been bothering me for a while now, but what’s a ‘matchmaking party’?”

Asta said absentmindedly as he headed toward the mansion. Watching Asta’s back, Yuno had one thing to say as he sighed with a blank expression on his face,

“……You can’t be serious.”

After that, they handed Zable over to the Magic Knights who arrived at the mansion, thoroughly conveying his extenuating circumstances. They also described the entire battle to the Magic Appraisal Division, reporting that the ‘Original Sin’ disappeared once it was destroyed. Once that was finally done, they returned to the party. What was waiting for them was a flood of nobles, who rushed toward Yuno and the others with hearts aflutter, but…

“Hey, you! You’re wearing too much perfume! You’re trying to leave your scent on Yuno, aren’t you! And you over there! You’ve been holding that small glass with both of your hands for a while now! You’re trying too hard to look cute! Women like you aren’t qualified to talk to Yuno!”

Bell floated above Yuno’s head, dissing all the young women who were flocking to him,

“When it comes to weight training, you might have the impression that you’re supposed to train all your muscles at once, right? But, that’s not true. It’s important to concentrate on training one portion of your body at a time. My recommendation is…...”

Asta was talking about weight training,

“P-personally, I think that a healthy relationship between a man and a woman should start by exchanging a diary with each other! I-I also think that this should be done for a two-year time period!”

Klaus transformed into the incarnation of straight-lacedness,

“O-oh dear! Your breath smells really bad! Does anybody have any magic to fix this man’s breath!? I’m begging you, please save me!”

Mimosa was mowing down any man who attempted to woo her with her natural airheadedness,

“Huh? My annual income? Dunno. Now that I think about it, I’ve never bothered to count, cuz’ I’m usually broke by the time payday comes, anyway. You’re askin’ me what I spend it on? Gambling. Also, alcohol and smokes.”

With lifeless eyes, Yami took swigs of his drink as he blithely talked about his risky lifestyle. As they became unable to endure another second of this matchmaking party from hell, the nobles left the venue one by one. By the time an hour had passed, no one remained except for the Magic Knights of Gold and Black.

And, on the following day,

“This is the written report by Klaus’s group concerning their contact with the ‘Original Sin’ a few days ago.”

Vangeance was sitting in his office at the Golden Dawn’s headquarters. The man who presented this report to him was his close aide, Alecdora Sandler. Vangeance thanked him as he took it, reading it over carefully and silently.

“……I see. As we thought, when the ‘Original Sin’ goes out of control, it manifests its tentacle magic. This report is consistent with the others we have received.”

“Yes. We are still unsure of what causes it to run wild and whether tentacle magic is the only type of magic it can manifest… there are still many things we do not know, but, slowly but surely, we’re gathering information.”

“Right…… Thank you for the report. You may leave now.”

Vangeance said before returning to reading the report in silence. Sandler made a short reply and a three-leaf salute before leaving.

“……. I see. So, it amplifies its owner’s magic……”

Shortly after reading the report, he stared out into empty space. And, though there was nobody else in the office, he spoke as if there was someone with him.

“……It really is just as you said… Patry.”

He said to himself as a cryptic smile floated to his lips.

--- Gold and Black: The End ---

Sometimes, it may seem like I’m taking liberties with the translation by adding slang, but it’s really there in the Japanese text. Case in point, the light novel literally uses the word “Diss” when describing how Bell was “dissing all the young women”. For some reason, I can’t help but crack up when I see slang like that written in a Japanese novel.

Zable turned out to be a lot different than what I was expecting. I love how Asta’s reaction to being flirted with is to talk about bodybuilding. And gosh, Mimosa can be savage when she panics.

For obvious reasons, Patry isn’t mentioned at all in the other two light novels, but I’m glad his existence (and Mereoleona’s!) finally gets acknowledged now that we’re all the way in novel 3. He even gets to make an appearance… all the way in chapter 4 of Book of Yuno, which is what I plan to work on next!

#Black Clover #Yuno #Asta #yami sukehiro #klaus lunettes #mimosa vermillion #william vangeance #my translations #Book of Yuno

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Blissful Tomorrow Chapter 4 (Pandora Hearts fanfic) (Completed)

Summary: May you reach a blissful tomorrow as you open your eyes. For now, sweet dreams.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

*This fic is also on FF.net and Quotev

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A/N: There is a character I created for the sake of this story. You'll get to know her as you progress through the final chapter.

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Chapter 4: Enough

The soft, hesitant pattering of small feet resounded in the empty corridors of the Rainsworth manor tonight. Vigilant, yet clearly overwhelmed with lethargy, it made its way to the master bedroom.

“Mama...?” the ‘intruder’ peeped from the large wooden doors, “Papa...?”

“My, what are you doing at this hour?” Sharon slipped a bookmark into the book she was reading and walked to the door, kneeling down for the young child, “Staying up late is detrimental to a lady’s health, Shelia.”

The little girl sheepishly twittered with her 3-year-old lisp, “Can I sleep with you and papa tonight?”

Sharon shot a glance at her husband, who had still been diligently engrossed in his reports before their daughter came by, as if to say “You decide.”

Reim smiled knowingly, promptly setting down his pen and approached his family. “Of course you can,” he scooped his daughter up, drawing a giggle from her, “We were going to turn in for the night soon anyways.” He turned to Sharon, “Are you finished reading that — ahem — climax, my dear?”

Seeing the tips of her fingers fiddling with the corner of her harisen, he decided against speaking another word.

“You’re the one to talk! Go on and finish up your report, you don’t like leaving them unfinished, no?” Sharon nudged him back to his table while taking Shelia from him, who echoed her mother, “That’s right, papa, you should finish your work first!”

Sharon placed Shelia on the king sized bed further into the room, “Settle. I’ll comb your hair.”

After near-destruction of the world years ago, the Four Great Dukedoms were stripped of their political standing, but the country left a minuscule amount of their properties without confiscating them, most likely a token of gratitude for secrets that were not meant to be disclosed to the public. Even so, Sharon had decided to save on hiring servants and maids, she didn’t need someone to tend to every detail of her and her family’s daily lives, at least not anymore.

She’d comb her own hair now, brew her own tea now, reach the top of the bookshelf by herself now. And it was her turn to take care of someone else now.

Although he could not be here to be proud of her now. Maybe he was watching over her... them, maybe not, she wouldn’t know.

“Mama...”

“Hmm?”

Shelia pointed at her nightstand, “Why do you keep that doll, mama? It’s old, and broken, and it scares me every time I see it. I feel like it’s looking at me.”

Well yes, it is indeed quite old now. Sharon did try her best to fix it up, but sewing had never been her forte. Not that it mattered, the value of this doll didn’t lie in its appearance.

“Shelia, sometimes, just because something is old and broken and a little scary doesn’t mean it doesn’t deserve to stay.”

The child glanced at her mother as she drew the comb away. Her mother was looking at the doll. But Shelia didn’t think she was looking at the doll.

“Mama?” she called out. Because she felt like her mother was somehow being dragged somewhere far off as she gazed in the doll’s direction and spoke with a kind of gentleness that differed from her usual one.

“Mama—“

“Sharon,” silence followed after Reim uttered her name, a hand on her shoulder. There was a certain weight in the air that Shelia couldn’t comprehend. Somehow, she found it a little harder to find her voice.

Erratic shadows created by the flickering candle flames danced on her mother’s visage, making it impossible for Shelia to discern her expression. Was she upset? Was she angry? Was she in pain?

No.

Sharon displayed a well-practised, dazzling smile, “Oh dear, look at the time. Lights out, enough chitchats for the night.”

“...But mama, I don’t understand...”

“Shh, it’s a convoluted tale,” Reim tucked his daughter in and laid down himself as well, “When you’re older, and wiser, and ready for stories that don’t always end with happily-ever-afters, we’ll tell you everything.”

“But stories always have happily-ever-afters,” she turned to her mother who just laid down on the other side, “Right?”

Those anticipating eyes. Sharon recognised them all too well. Back when hope still weaved gracious days for her, she had those eyes too.

Aah. She understood now. She understood many, many things in the most recent years of her life. She understood why he had so desperately warded off any darkness that threatened to cloud those eyes of hers now.

And his methods weren’t always the best. But none of them knew any better.

“No, Shelia. They don’t always do,” Sharon stated, much to the surprise of both her daughter and her husband (for different reasons). But before the little girl could refute, Sharon gently nuzzled her and assured, “But there’s nothing stopping you — nothing stopping us — from hoping for one still.”

No dazzling smile graced her lips at that moment. But her soft peck on her daughter’s forehead spelled nothing but tranquility, Shelia could only accept this answer, for now, as she yawned drowsily.

“Cradle of light, cradle of light” Reim hummed with his calming baritone, briefly giving Sharon a knowing look before turning back to their child, stroking her hair.

Ahh, was he looking, she wondered.

Was he looking at these two clumsy fools who had no idea where they were voyaging to but never allowed themselves to stop and question it?

“Blown about by the winds of time”

The bow and stern of a vessel yet somehow missing a hull. The years that went by established a bond which hastily filled the holes, but stopping to question anything would immediately sink everything.

“Drifting on waves of dappled sunlight”

Sunlight received from someone’s wish did not exactly provide merciful tides to sail on after all.

“And, before you know it”

But well, none of them had known any better.

None of them had known how to carry on, how to forget, how to let go. The best they could do was pretend, and stumble awkwardly on a way.

Which way? Who knows?

But someone was always there. A voice. Somewhere in the back of their heads. And it sings:

“It reaches the shores of ‘a blissful tomorrow’”

This was no fairytale, they all knew that much. Such godsends were never luxuries they could possess.

Still, she could not help but wonder, as she gazed at her beloved family — the anchor she dropped in her haven, the ones that kept her from drifting to wherever he could be when her mind was too fragile to withstand the maelstroms in her heart.

Was this it? Was this enough? Was this the life he had wanted them to live?

Was this the blissful tomorrow he had hoped for on her behal—

Enough.

It was sinking. She felt it all sinking. Sinking in her mind, sinking in her throat, sinking in her stomach.

This was plenty. She had plenty. Really, she had to do something with that greedy nature of hers.

I am blessed. There’s no need to worry, so...

So would you please tell him ‘Sweet dreams’ in my stead, Emily?

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The End

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A/N: Happy birthday, Break! You still reside in our hearts even now! :3 (30/9/2020)

#happy birthday Break 2020 #pandora hearts #xerxes break #sharon rainsworth #reim lunettes #pandora hearts fanfiction #pandora hearts fanart #jun mochizuki #caucus race #cradle song #pandorahearts #ph #mochijun #writeblr #anime fanfiction #xerxes break fanart

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