#also chrono with purple hair

[yurinazuma11]

need to compile a list of chrono stone future characters and characters that look similar to them from present era, whether that be areori, og or go

the main feida trio (saru, meia and giris) of course makes me think of gryphon trio and it's implied heavily that saru is tenma's descendant

i also like to think tachimukai and kinako are related in some way !! because of their hair, mainly. the genes must be strong with this one

beta and kirina OR kariya (it's funnier if it's kariya because they interacted and lowkey had beef, but the purple eyes match kirina)

generally i need to look at the characters because i don't remember all of them

[denialcity]

for adoration grow - tobiizu unconventional hanahaki au - 571/?

"You asked for full-formal clothing," Tobirama said defensively.

"Yeah, not an eyesore. Who dressed you, Hashirama?" 

It was a bit too uncanny of a guess so Tobirama just scowled. 

"Not everyone has an amazing little brother to help put their look together," Izuna interrupted, stepping into view. He also had his hair pulled up and ornamented, and wore a colourful silk kimono, purple wisteria and gold filler patterns on sage green. "Let's go already."

[for adoration grow tag] / [chrono tag for browser] / [full live WIP document for my patreons here]

[idkanametoputhere]

Lost Story

type: angst (slight comfort if you squint really hard)

pronouns: they/them

character: Vil Schoenheit × actor!reader

tw: death(²), reader is not yuu/the prefect, ghosts, mentions of shutting yourself away, the plot makes only SLIGHT sense (but idc), self-neglect, shitty news report

masterlist<3

two years..

it had been two years since vil schoenheit had died in a tragic accident while pursuing his passion, acting. it was an accident, really. a prop that was misplaced and not handled properly. a giant prop that ended up falling on him, delivering a fatal blow on his head, ending both his life and the production of the movie

everyone was devastated. his family, friends, schoolmates, fans, coworkers. especially that one coworker, another one in the acting buisness. another one who had been cursed by the bright, blinding stage lights of fame and the acting industry

they had worked with vil on so many projects, including his final one, the one that was left unfinished. an unfinished symphony. what was meant to be a movie of pure love and joy ended up as a story of grief and sadness

and in said grief, the young actor buried themself in work. they were busy, working in project after project, while avoiding the public eye unless it was for a premiere of a project they acted in. the dark veil of grief was too much for them to handle

and that is how they had ended up in a local theater, late at night, practicing their script. it was a small theater in their hometown, and the owners trusted them enough to give them a key of the theater so they could practice to their heart's content

and practice they did. they practiced until their eyes were burning with exhaustion, the lines on their script were getting blurry, and their voice was strained from repeating the same lines over and over

it was time for them to leave. they packed their backpack, gathered their script and phone, put on their jacket and started walking

until they heard it

"y/n"

a quiet whisper and an ice cold breath on their neck. a voice they had fought so hard not to forget, but they could recognize it amongst a sea of voices. it was him..

"vil?"

they asked and turned around. and there he was. the tall boy was in front of them. his blonde and purple hair neatly tied on a ponytail, wearing the same costume he wore on that final project and a soft smile decorating his face

shock could not begin to explain the emotion they were feeling. vil was there. vil was in front of them. vil, who had been hit in front of their very eyes, who they had visited in the hospital countless times, and on whose grave they had cried entire rivers of tears, was in front of them

"how..? I don't get it.." they whispered, staring at his ghastly form with wide eyes. "it doesn't matter. but I'm here, I'll stay here until the sunrise" replied the boy, a creepy cold breeze filling the room at the sound of his weirdly echo-y voice

"no, I'm just tired...I'm tired. I'm tired, or I'm going insane" they say with a nervous chuckle and look at him "you're dead, you can't be here" they continue, their voice sounding as if they're hanging onto their own words to prove that they haven't gone mental

instead of replying to them, ge embraced them, in an attempt to prove that he was there. the hug felt weird from their perspective. it was like hugging..cotton candy, or a bunch of strings. it was like hugging something that was there, but also wasn't

the two stayed in that hug for a while, clinging to eachother as if the other would disappear, maybe because they could..

it felt weird, so weird that they stopped questioning if that was reality or a trick of their mind. but they liked it. and so they made conversation with him, laughing and smiling, just like they did when he was alive. but time was passing, father chronos wasn't gonna wait for anyone, not even two hurt actors

and as sunrise was closer and closer, an..absurd question fell from the boy's lips

"may I have this dance, my lady"

he said with an air of confidence. it was a line he had told them many times before, not because of a liking to dancing, but because of a liking to practicing a certain scene

you see, the fatal final project of his, was a love story between two royals. two royals who were bound by the bond of a marriage arranged by their parents. but the two slowly fell in love, and the dance scene that the two actors loved was the moment that the two characters were confident that they were in love

so the two actors danced. they danced, and danced. they danced out the emotions of the two characters, and the emotions of their own selves, who were forced into separation, in contrast to the two characters they were playing. they danced until the young actor was exhausted, and the two ended up sitting in a corner of the stage

"you're gonna leave now..aren't you?" asked the actor that was physically alive, but their heart felt as if it wasn't beating, it had lost their passion. "yes..when the sun rises I'll disappear" answered vil, a melancholic tone decorating his voice. the other sighed, and rested their head on their semi-solid shoulder

"can we just stay like this for a while?"

"yeah"

and so they drifted off to sleep

.

.

"and now on to Erika, with a report about a recent tragedy that happened in the film industry"

"thank you Lionel. A true tragedy has hit the film industry, as the famous actor y/n l/n was found dead yesterday morning. according to the reports, the actor was found dead in a theater in their hometown, in which they used to practice. the doctors examination proves that the death was a result of a complication of l/n's health issues, as well as negligence of their own self.

after a brief interview with the actor's family and manager, all of them revealed that the negligence might have been a result of their grief over the famous actor vil schoenheit, who died two years ago and with whom l/n appeared to be very close with

now, Lionel, what makes this case truely mysterious and creepy even, is the camera footage from the theater. although the audio seems to be distorted, it's clear that l/n's is talking with someone, but they are alone in the theater. this goes on for hours until something even weirder happens

l/n stands up and starts performing a dance that many have recognized as a scene from the scrapped project that killed Schoenheit. it's even weirder that, without using magic, they pull of some steps that are impossible to do without a partner

whatever the case, this is a real tragedy. our hearts go out to the family and friends of l/n. may their soul rest in peace. back to you lionel"

and so the tale ends. a tale of unspoken love, separation, and reunion for all eternity..

a/n: OKAY MANY THINGS TO SAY. 1) I wrote this based off a scenario I made with a c.ai bot 2) IM BACK??? 3) my new phone's here AAAAAA 4) another fic with vil that includes dancing 5)I did this on c.ai 2 days ago, and I was expecting my period so I was emotional and almost made myself cry by writing it. now I'm on my period, so if I have ro suffer, all of you have to as well

[starryskiesahead]

About me

You can call me Starry or Violet !

I just mostly reblog art and whatever stuff I find cool/pretty/nice

I love purple, the sky, and Pacthesis' games (my favorite is Number Days Sim Date, and yes I've played all of them including Xolga and Mr. Toko aswell).

My PFP is Saige from Chrono Days Sim Date.

I also love butterflies, fish, birds, other animals, strawberries, stars, sunsets, the night sky in general...

Some of my other fandoms include How To Train Your Dragon (read the books and watched the movies), Howl's Moving Castle, (also read the book and watched the movie) Gravity Falls, The Case Study of Vanitas, Higurashi: When They Cry, Vocaloid, The Disastrous Life of Saiki K., Wistoria: Wand and Sword, Angel Beats!, The School for Good and Evil, and Genshin Impact.

I like time loops, girls with blue hair, genki boys, pretty backgrounds, aesthetic stuff, characters with purple/blue in their color scheme and star motifs in their design, magical girls, magical boys, edgy boys...really, the list goes on.

I prefer if mostly explicit NSFW blogs don't follow me, sorry.

Spacecore is one of my fave aesthetics.

[headmates-for-you]

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Translation: Was scrolling thru your blog cuz we was thinking of requesting and we accidentally split a version of your pre-made 7. Za [the] Mituna from Homestuck one (tho we [the alter] go by Bee.)So uhhhh.... you said you would love to meet doubles...so hi. Tho we are kinda different. (We never even seen Homestuck, we might have to now).

But we also wanted to make a request.

Can we ask for a feminine (doesn't have to be female or a girl, just fem aligned plz) she would use she/her and a few neos plz. Also, she would be a gatekeeper/manage headspace. If you could make her butterfly themed, that would be lovely. Thank you and hope we did this right.

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Anyways, Bee says hi. thanks for taking the time to read this. We are excited to see what you make (though no pressure of course).

Have a great timezone!

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(tr: this is so cool!!!! plz plz plz dm if comfytable (comfortable) bee id love to chat this is awesome! my name is neon btw since it wasnt on the post)

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Name(s): Freia, Swallowtail

Age(s): chrono 35-39, trans ageless

Pronouns: she/her, they/them, wing/wings, omen/omens

Gender(s): dreadrhopalic

Orientation(s): cupioromantic lesbian boreasexual

TransID(s): transharmful, transloved, transmother, transwatcher, transhorrorlover

CisID(s): purple hair, wings, gothic fashion, sometimes in headspace will present as a swarm of black butterflies

Source(s): brainmade

Paras: phobophilia

Emoji signoff: ♠️🦋

Positive trigger(s): swarms of butterflies, blood moons, full moons, Friday the 13th (the day)

Role(s): gatekeeper, manager (layer manager if applicable)

Faceclaim:

[originaltyphoonkryptonite]

Chapter 11: Bachelor Parties Brings Future Trouble (Part 3: Finale)

Dick pov

"Recognized: Phantasma: B0-27.", the computer says as the zeta-tube opens up.

"Shit!", I think to myself. "I'm not ready for this. OK, Dick it's no big deal. It's just your Zell....who happens to be your wife now...... in this time period.....I'm doomed."

I  start to take a drink of water when I saw Future Zell enter the kitchen and spit the water out. It landed on Damian who went to stand by me in the kitchen.

"Nightwing!", Robin yells at me. He takes a towel offered by Kaldur and wipes his face off.

"Sorry.", I said in a daze.

"I think he's broken.", Red Hood says with a smirk.

"Wow. Nightwing, you are a lucky guy.", Roy says with a teasing smirk.

Future Zella's hero costume was a version of mine just with purple instead of blue and more of a shadow symbol on her chest. Her hair was in a ponytail. She even had a belt resting on her hips.

"Note to self: Next time we do 'that' ask her to try on my costume."

Future Zell smiles as she walks over to us. We hear barking and suddenly bursting from a shadow is Cippia. He has grown and now is the size of a Great-Dane but still looks like a German Shepherd. He still had his Nigthhound costume.

They stop in front of us and Zell frowns. "Miss M, you didn't say Nightwing was back."

"He's not exactly....", Miss M says nervously.

"Then who is this?"

"Nightwing from the past."

"So that's what happened at your bachelor party!", she exclaims. "You never really told me what you did."

"Uh....", was all I could say.

Sol comes running past me and lunches himself at Zell. She opens her arms with a smile and hugs him tightly. Cippia barks happily and it would seem his bark got deeper. He then licks Sol's face. Sol laughs and let's go of Zell to hug Nighthound.

"Anyway we better get going.", Phantasma says raising her hands.

We get covered in a dome of shadow and find ourselves near a abandoned lab area in some woods near Gotham.

Sol for some reason is standing close to Phantasma. "I understand that he has worked with her but the way he is near her and that hug, it's almost like.....", Iget cut out of my thoughts when Robin clears his throat.

"Now what?", he says.

"OK.", Red Robin starts to say. "Here's the plan."

~Time-skip~

We were waiting in the shadows while Chronos is working on something. He had his belt upgraded so he could probably do more now. He was about to add the device to his belt when I threw a Wing-ding and knocked the tool out of his hand. The device was still being held by him.

We charge at him but he uses the device to bring soldiers from the future here. We were busy fighting them try to get close to him when Kid Flash yanks the device out of his hands.

"Give that back!", Chronos yells before raising his hand.

He fires at her and she is frozen in place. A solider aims his weapon at her and fires. Sol had made a hover-board out of light and swoops in and saves her. He then fires at Chronos.

"Meddlesome brat!", Chronos says while aiming at the two.

He hits them and they fall to the ground with the device landing on the ground and rolling to Chronos' feet. Flash and Phantasma rush over to them while I cover them with Nighthound as backup. Flash takes Kid Flash to safety while Phantasma cradles Sol close to her. I had my back to her and Sol so I could guard them.

Sol looks up at Phantasma with eyes full of pain. "It hurts, Mami.", he whimpers.

I froze when I heard that. I snap my head towards them with wide eyes underneath my mask.

"It's alright my Fiu.", she says gently and quietly. The only reason I heard it was because I was close to them.

Something snapped in me as I glared murderously at Chronos. I took a step towards him while Nighthound took my place guarding my familie. Phantasma also used her shadows to make a dome over her and Sol to keep any enemies away from them. Chronos was trying to attach the device to his belt. I threw my weapons to the ground before charging at him.

"Chronos!", I snarled at Chronos as I lunched myself at him. I begin to attack him repeatedly.

"How.", was said as I punched him.

"Dare.", was said as another blow was landed.

"You.", I said as I did a uppercut on him.

"Hurt.", I kicked him.

"My.", was said as I punched his side.

"Fiu!", I roared as I punched his face very hard.

He staggers backwards before falling to the ground. I was standing there breathing heavily and trying to keep my anger in check. The others gathered around me after beating the soldiers. Miss M takes his belt and unfreezes Kid Flash after Flash brings her back in. I quickly turn around and rush over to Sol and Phantasma. She already had the dome of shadows down. I smiled at them as I hugged them tightly to my chest.

~Time-skip~

We were back at the cave saying goodbye before we leave. Sol pulls me to the side. He was doing fine.

"Can I have some advice? I have a crush on Kid Flash.", Sol whispers into my ear.

"Just get to know her.", I whispered back. "Also make sure when bringing gifts, you stash them in the cave so they don't get ruined."

"Like what happened when you tried to ask out Mom?"

"Exactly."

"Hopefully we'll get together faster then you and Mom.", he says with a smirk.

"You'll be just fine.", I said ruffling his hair with a smile. "After all, you got my good looks."

"And Mom's brains."

"Oh, my heart!", I said with fake hurt.

He hugs me tightly. "I miss you.", he says sniffling.

"Don't worry, it's me after all. I'll be back before you know it."

"Goodbye Tati."

"Goodbye Fiu."

We end the hug and I went to stand by the others. We activated the device and returned home. We arrived to the early morning of the day after my bachelor party and in a alleyway. We quickly changed out of our costumes.

"That was way better then what we had planned.", Roy says with a grin.

"No kidding.", Wally grins. "I have to say Dick, that your wife is pretty hot. Especially in your costume."

"You have five seconds to run Wally", was all I said.

"Yikes!", he yelled out as he ran while I chased after him.

"Get back here!", I yelled at him.

The others either laughed, shook their heads, or in Damian's case, rolled his eyes at us.

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Bonus Scene!

Sol pov

Mom and me were back home and in normal clothes. She was wearing a purple shirt with the sleeves ending at her elbows, blue capri that had a black belt and her shirt tucked in. She had her hair down and pined in the back. She had black flats on and the necklace Dad gave her for the first anniversary of the day they first met.

I was just wearing jeans and a Nightwing hoodie. My feet only had socks on. Mom was in the kitchen doing dishes when I hear the doorknob of our front door being moved. I creep over to the door and get ready to attack. The doorknob stops moving for a second before the door is unlocked. It opens and I smile huge before jumping at the person.

"DAD!", I shouted in joy as I hugged him tight. I felt tears in my eyes.

"Hi kiddo.", Dad says with a smile as he wipes away my tears before he hugs back. "I'm back from the mission. Sorry it took so long but Bane is a pain to fight."

"I'm just glad you're back from South America."

Mom comes over and smiles. "Welcome home Dick.", she says after she gives his cheek a kiss.

Dad smiles as he has one of his arms leave me and pulls Mom into the hug. He was now holding me with one arm. He then rests his head on top of Mom's head.

Suddenly get we all get pounced on by Cippia and Haley and fall to the ground. They snuggle close to us. Dad just bursts out laughing and so did me and Mom. Cippia then lays on the ground beside us wagging his tail.

"I love you.", he says to us as he holds us close. "I am never letting go."

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(Translations of Romanian kinship terms)

Tati: Father

Mami: Mother

Fiu: Son

Familie: Family.

[devil-cult]

shie hassaikai stans tonight we feast

and the tip of chronos mask

[phoenixyfriend]

Anakin and the Jedi Babies: Ylliben Skywalker

Context: Anakin and the Jedi Babies, chrono

(Basic summary: Disaster lineage time-traveled, ended up significantly pre-canon, with Jaster Mereel. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan got de-aged, Anakin didn’t. Obi-Wan’s going by Ben, with a Tatooine full name chosen by Anakin.)

So I already mentioned that Ylliben would choose to grow out his hair and wear it in a low side-pony like a dead anime mom, but:

I also think Ylliben collects tattoos once he gets a little older? I feel like if Soka and Anakin ask, he says he was inspired by the clones.

These are the things I’m sure about:

Jedi logo - in memory of the Qui-Gon who died for him, but doesn’t know him in this life - shoulder - red (green is an option but I figured Ben would get a kick out of tying the Jedi symbol to the Mando armor color that honors a parent) - When he gets taken on by a Master (either Depa or Mace), he goes back to the parlor and gets a vapaad-purple circle put in around it as background.

Open circle fleet symbol - for Anakin - other shoulder - canon colors (red and yellow) plus black outline

A set of overlapping circles to be the binary suns of Tatooine - for Shmi - inside forearm - orange and pink (to look like a sunset)

Soka’s markings - probably stylized like the Fulcrum symbol - back of forearm - 501st blue

The phrase "Vode An" - in memory of the clones - over the heart - Mando’a alphabet, black

Cody’s scar, slightly stylized - on his face, in the exact spot - 212th yellow

A Mandalorian Lily - in memory of Satine (from his future-past, not the current one) - inside wrist - lavender (fanon color for House Kryze)

A Mythosaur - in celebration of the JangoShmi marriage, so technically for adding Jango to the family - inside of the other forearm - grey (specifically the shade of beskar)

While this timing isn’t actually reasonable, so I wouldn’t be doing it, I think it would be very funny if he got most of these before they left Mandalorian territory so the Temple is just introduced to this small, unassuming nerd with dead anime mom hair, and then the first time he takes off his shirt to swim or use a communal shower or something, they realize this random 11yo has like six tattoos and is planning on more. This has to be before he gets the Cody-specific one since that’s on his face, but otherwise...

[othercat2]

This Crossover is Full of Pandaemonium

Chrono Crusade and SVSSS is an almost perfect fit.

Chrono Crusade: Girl makes a contract with a devil in order to find her brother. They both become exorcists of a demon-hunting religious order to do this. It turns out that the "devils" are actually aliens! Key bit of information about these devils: Devils are composed of cells referred to as "Legion." (I tended to interpret them as being biotechnic organisms, basically nanotech Bee People.) The manga ending features the antagonist trying to set off a Grey Goo apocalypse because he hates imperialism that much. He's stopped by Chrono, the titular demon of the manga series. The success is Pyrrhic though, and the ending made me bawl my eyes out.

Anyway! Say it turns out that the SVSSS Heavenly Demons are Heavenly in the sense that they are aliens! Specifically, the Chrono Crusade aliens. But not as a precise crossover. This was a different ship, a different cosmic accident, that crashed and resulted in the PIDW Heavenly Demons. (And the passengers, not the crew, which is why they don't have horns putting them under the control of the ship.)

In addition, because why not include the transmigrator elements, lets have either Chrono (one of the two protagonists) or Aion (the antagonist), or both end up in PIDW verse.

Choose your player:

Aion: Okay so, Aion is a monster. He cannot help being a monster because the ritual that would have permanently enslaved him to a horrifying gestalt of screaming ghosts being used as fuel/computer/life support system went wrong and as a result, he has a deep and utter loathing for any form of hierarchal control. It probably didn't help that the Elders of his community decided to put down him and his entire generation because something went wrong. (This does not stop him from taking advantage of it.) To make things worse, he is an idealistic monster, in the sense that he believes that his actions are correct and righteous, and in a certain sense they very well might be. Our boy could be best said to be an anarchist. He believes that the mass extinction event he's trying to trigger will lead to a better, more peaceful, with a better and kinder way of life. However, he's going about it in a way that is utterly lacking in individual compassion for the folks he's willing to murder for his cause. (I kind of headcanon him as being neurodivergent. I played and wrote him as somewhat unable to grok actual social cues, and made him the kind of literal-minded where you just go down a rabbit hole of why certain phrases mean certain things, which is more or less canon because he keeps mixing up common aphorisms or remembering them incorrectly in canon.)

Chrono: Our boy is Aion's brother. Chrono adored and believed in his brother and what he thought was their joint goal of freedom and safety from their people, who were still trying to hunt them down. His faith is shaken after a sequence of events that results in the death of Mary, the woman they both care about. Aion kills the woman, who has vast gifts of precognition because the woman was subsumed by the Horrifying Ghost Gestalt Monster. He believed there was no hope and no cure, and because Aion is a kind of a complete bastard, he ordered Chrono to kill her. Chrono objects and tries to run for it with Mary, but Mary ends up dead anyway. Chrono possessed greater compassion and empathy for individuals. (Also neurodivergent, but in a slightly different way. His behavior seems to indicate that he was probably the one assigned as the "responsible one" in childhood. He's very empathetic and protective of those he's close to. He's gentler than Aion, buuut paradoxically more likely to go absolutely berserk if a loved one is threatened.)

Both these boys have so much fucking ptsd.

Both can almost look completely human except for their hair and eyes. (Aion: white hair, light purple eyes, Chrono, red eyes, purple hair. I might make them better and disguises.)

The possibilities of who I could stick them with are endless. Aion would probably go to ground and become a crime boss. This is what he knows, and would be good at, even in Fantasy Ancient China. Possibly he gets involved with demonic cultivators because that is also a part of his mo. Those demonic cultivators will probably end up very dead, but no great loss. An interesting story might be Aion taking in Shen Jiu, or stumbling across bitty!Mobei-jun. Or both! Aion would probably be in a crisis of faith because of having been defeated/stopped by Chrono, but would start weaving new plots almost immediately because fuck all hierarchal systems.

Chrono on the other hand is usually moved to support. What Chrono knows is "exorcism" which is essentially being a demon hunter. Our boy ends up going on a lot of night hunts, and maybe acquires a social network that way. He'd make an extra effort to seem human. He'd end up becoming very well known as a "cultivator." I would also want to have him maybe run into Shen Jiu or maybe Shang Qinghua. Or maybe Su Xiyan.

[littleladymab]

NEXT WEEK (!!!) the Star Wars Big Bang goes live!!!! So to get you all pumped, and present a little Teaser(TM), I’m going to share with you a scene I have affectionately called “sir not appearing in this fic” -- a little side-scene for far from the world that i made of sorts. Also just an excuse for me to write kalluzeb.

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Kallus blinks awake, a few heart-pounding seconds wasted trying to remember where he is and what was happening. 

Lira San. Zeb’s house — his house? — their house. Their bedroom. Their bed. 

He lifts his head, just enough that he can rest his chin on Zeb’s chest. There are stands of his hair, golden against purple, tangled in Zeb’s fur, but he’ll deal with that later. For now, he’s content enough to watch. 

He doesn’t know what time it is — hasn’t been on Lira San long enough to learn the hours of the day by the light filtering in through the window. Early, that he knows. He hasn’t broken himself of that habit yet. The chrono and his comm are on the table on the other side of the bed. A light is blinking on his comm device, indicating a new message.

Kallus hasn’t even decided what he’s going to do when Zeb stirs beneath him.

“Don’t even,” his husband grumbles without opening his eyes, then goes pfft to try and get the hair out of his mouth. 

“What? I wasn’t doing anything.” 

“Thinkin’ too loud.” 

Kallus grins because he can’t help it and presses a kiss to Zeb’s chest. “Wanted to grab my comm.” 

Zeb yawns and smacks his lips. “Sucks.” 

Pushing himself up, Kallus tries to reach for it — but Zeb’s arms are longer, and he catches Kallus’ hand in his own. “Garazeb.” 

“Alexs’ndr.” He’s too sleepy to even say the full name, though he does make a valiant effort. “It hasn’t even been a week since we’ve retired.” 

“It could be important,” Kallus says and makes another attempt. 

Zeb’s arm curls around his waist as he attempts to awkwardly crawl over the Lasat to get to the bedside table. “Retired.”

There’s a half-hearted struggle between them, though Kallus has given up on trying to swipe the comm device. Instead, he sits up, straddling Zeb, and decides that this is a satisfying enough conclusion. “Oh no,” he says on a sigh without any conviction behind it. “You’ve won.” 

He can feel Zeb coming to wake more fully, and enjoys watching the satisfied smile blossom on his husband’s face. “I thought you would have known that by now,” Zeb replies. His voice rumbles in his chest, and Kallus can feel it all the way up through his ribs. Zeb’s hands settle around his waist, toying with the band of his pants. 

“Guess I’m still learning.” Kallus press his hands to Zeb’s shoulders, and leans down to kiss him properly. 

Their lips barely have time to meet before the comm chirps again, this time from Zeb’s. 

Kallus starts to turn away on instinct, but one of Zeb’s palms sweeps up the length of his back to keep him in place. “Retired,” Zeb reminds, chasing after the kiss. 

There’s still the desire to look, because they spent nearly seven years fighting the war together, and over sixteen before that on opposite sides. Even when in the Empire, there was never truly peace. Kallus doesn’t even know what that will look like, for either of them. 

But Zeb’s a good distraction, and an excellent reminder of what they both fought for. 

Kallus allows himself to be drawn back in, enjoying the kiss for what it is: an early morning moment with his husband in their new home. 

Except then there’s a knock to the door and someone calls, “Captain Orrelios?”, and Kallus breaks the kiss with a laugh as Zeb flops back onto the mattress with a groan. 

“What?” Zeb calls as the comm beeps again with yet another message. “Karabast…” He picks up his comm and clicks it on. “What is it?” 

“There’s a distress beacon from a nearby system—” is the only thing that the guard manages before Zeb bolts upright into a sitting position, nearly smacking their heads together and dislodging Kallus. 

“Sabine—” he gasps, frozen in terror. 

“It’s not from Sabine and Master Tano’s ship,” the guard continues, and both Zeb and Kallus slump in relief. “It’s from a Chiss vessel.” 

This time, Kallus reacts first. He launches himself from the bed, scooping up his comm from the table and his shirt from the floor. His boots are still in the entryway, and he shoves his feet into them as he tugs open the door. 

His first instinct is to look down, used to having to glare at cadets and troopers. But he’s not with the Empire, and at first all he sees is an unfamiliar armored chest. So then he looks up. 

The Lasat guard looks a little surprised to see him “We’ve been trying to reach you, Commander Kallus,” he says as he pockets his comm. “Sorry, we know that the war is over, but—” 

“You wouldn’t interrupt if it wasn’t important,” Kallus finishes, pulling on his shirt. “It’s fine. Details?” 

The guard hands over the tablet as Kallus starts walking towards the Honor Guard’s headquarters. 

“Alexsandr!” Zeb calls after him. “Alexs—” 

He stops as Zeb’s hand grasps his shoulder, having immediately become so wrapped up in the situation that he rushed out. Old habits die hard. He never will stop being the information security officer he was for the Empire and the Rebellion. “Zeb… It’s probably nothing, but…” 

“If you think it involves the search for Ezra, then it’s worth investigating.” Zeb finishes shrugging into the top half of his jumpsuit, then nods to the guard. “Lead on.” 

[linkemon]

Song of the sea (Aizawa Shōta x Reader) The Little Mermaid AU

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"ʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ...

ʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ...

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀ ᴇꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ ᴅʀᴏ���ɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ǫᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ. ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴊ���ꜱᴛ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡᴀꜱʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ.

ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀ ᴄᴀɴ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ..."

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴀᴜ, ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴍᴀɪᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏɴᴏʀɪꜰɪᴄꜱ.

— Give up! — [Reader] confidently held the dagger in front of her.

Her little friend, Eri, lay terrified in the sand. She was caught. Fear overwhelmed her completely. She didn't even try to disentangle herself from the strands of the strong rope. Her tail was laying still.  

A man with steel gray hair stood with his hands up. The girl guessed he was a pirate. He bore the mark of the Eight Precepts of Death. She knew she had to be careful with him but she wasn't prepared for a sudden ironic smirk on his part.  

A sharp pain in the back of her head came suddenly. Before she passed out, out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure in purple fur.  

Chisaki looked at the lying girl with disgust. He dind't want to involve anyone else in his plans. He sincerely preferred to get rid of the unexpected visitor. After the little mermaid's reaction, however, he realized that keeping the hostage alive could make things much easier.  

People always seemed dirty to him. He hated it. Now the hilt of his favourite saber bore traces of someone else's blood. He knew he would spend the evening cleaning it thoroughly. An attack with the reverse side of the weapon also cut his hand. He wanted to bandage it as soon as possible.  

— Chrono, take them both to the cave. Don't forget to search them. I'm going back to the ship. I'll send you someone to help. When she wakes up, let me know.  

***  

[Reader] didn't want to open her eyes. She was quite comfortable. The sound of the waves made her sleepy. She felt just like in her room. Only when Eri's worried face replaced darkness did she realize something was wrong.

The mermaid was shedding tiny, round, bright tears. The girl never knew in her life that it is possible to cry so beautifully. Until today. It wasn't the first time in this relationship that she had wondered about something. The strange friendship between the two princesses contradicted everything they both knew.

[Reader]'s parents would never let her go to the beach alone. The guards would follow her every step of the way.

While the relationships between mermaids and humans has improved significantly over the past decade, fear in society has not completely disappeared. The wall separating the palace from the water has been standing for centuries and no one has bothered to remove it. The King and the Queen found that forewarned was forearmed. The treaty prohibited hunting for sea neighbours and punished pirates but the black market still existed. It was driven by groups lead by the Eight Precepts of Death. People were afraid to openly stand up againts them.  

The rules did not stop [Reader] from sneaking out to a nearby beach one day.  

Eri was forbidden to visit the mainland because of her gift. She was the last descendant of the royal family. Her healing tears and origins made her a desirable prey. So far, almost all decisions related to the country have been taken by the Sea Council instead of her. Mister Aizawa was also assigned to her. He taught her the etiquette, rules and knowledge needed in later governance. Responsibilities bored her a lot but she didn't have much to say about it.

One day, in June, curiosity overwhelmed the two princesses. Their first meeting was filled with concerns but they decided to continue their relationship nevertheless. Over time, it turned out that both of them had similar obligations and requirements. Common topics and the desire to get to know worlds different than before contributed to the development of friendship.

— How are you? — The mermaid asked in a whisper, stroking her head gently.  

— I'm fine. — The girl touched the place where she was hit.  

She felt the clot blood but no pain.  

— It was Overhaul, wasn't it? — She got up with Eri's help.

She received a nod.  

— They took us to the end of the peninsula. I think they want to leave in the morning because they said something about the ship. I don't think they know who you are yet.

[Reader] remembered the last time she had been on this part of the beach. Stone walls with inscriptions, the sound of the waves and the grate directly in front of her confirmed that she was right. She knew where she was.  

— It's an old smugglers' prison. They once imprisoned mermaids before they were sold here. I was here when I was a few years old. I couldn't climb well and sprained my ankle on one of the rocks. They were loosening terribly...  

At that moment, she realized that not all hope was lost yet.

— Tell me if you hear someone coming. — She began checking the rocks one by one.  

She had difficulty dragging one of the boulders across the ground so that she could get to the ones above her head. A rift formed when she pulled out the fourth chipped candidate. A narrow beam of moonlight penetrated the cell. The girl pushed harder and harder. The stone gave away as it splashed into the sea. The hole that was formed, however, was very small, and none of the adjacent boulders moved. She searched the others as well but for nothing.

With a heavy heart, she glanced at her friend.

— You have to go alone. — I'll give you a boost but I'm too big to get away from here.  

— No! — The mermaid hugged her legs tightly. — I'll stay here with you and we'll figure something out.  

She still tend to forget that although they were alike, Eri was still just a child.  

— Listen. I am also very scared but who knows what they will do to us? There should be a guard patrol at the far end of the beach. I don't think they will attack you if you don't make sudden movements. Maybe you'll meet someone on the way too. At least you have to get out. — She hugged her as tightly as she could.

— I can do this. — The girl took a deep breath.  

[Reader] picked her up and climbed onto the rock. Raising a person with a tail so high required a great deal of dexterity. She was sure that if it hadn't been for years of sneaking out of the palace, she wouldn't have been able to do it.

The hole was very small. When Eri was halfway outside, they suddenly heard Chrono.  

— I'm going to check — he said sleepily to one of his companions.

The girls tried with all their might to push the rest of the body between the boulders. Every second mattered. The scales of the mermaid were rubbed so much that they bleed.  

— What's going on...

There was a loud splash at this point.  

— Get up! Wake up the boss! — The man knew that his inattention could cost him his life. — You're coming with me. — He aimed a gun at [Reader].  

Having no choice, she followed him.

She stood in front of Chisaki. There was cold calculation and hatred in his eyes.

He walked over to the sea and called out:

— Eri, I know you can hear me. Your friend's still here. Are you going to leave her? Do you want her blood on your hands? I'm sure not. I'm giving you five minutes to come back.  

The mermaid swam with all her might, trying to drown out the words carried by the waves in her mind. She knew that if she returned, they would both end up horribly. But that didn't mean she didn't want to turn back immediately.  

— Shinso! — In the distance, she saw the familiar captain surrounded by guards, frantically searching for something.  

— Your Royal Highness! — They bowed.

She was not crowned and yet she was addressed as if she were already sitting on the throne. She never managed to change that.  

However, the triton at the head of the group did not care about the formalities.

— Do you have any idea that the entire palace is looking for you? Aizawa is losing his mind and the Council is already thinking that you have been kidnapped...  

Normally, she would have felt guilt and had heard the scolding to the end but now she had no time for that.  

— It's not important! Listen, you gotta let Mister Aizawa know. To the west of here, on the beach, at the end of the peninsula, is Overhaul and a group of pirates. He attacked my friend. We have to help her.  

There was silence. Confused guards looked at the captain. To do something at the shore meant to help people and that was a controversial request.  

— That's an order! — She proudly raised her head, looking interlocutors in the eyes, as her teacher had suggested once.

She respected Mr. Aizawa very much. Sometimes, however, she missed the essence of his teachings. It was at times like this that she realized they had a practical sense after all.  

— Of course! — The captain nodded.

The princess wagged her tail and rushed back, followed by some of the guards.

***

— Eri, why did you come back? — [Reader] stared incredulously at the coloured tail emerging from the sea.

— I see you have some common sense after all. — A mocking smile appeared on Chisaki's lips.

A storm was brewing. Dark, blue-green water coiled to form foam. A strong wind ruffled the sea. It penetrated people soaked in water to the bones as they were standing on the shore.

This weather allowed the guards to hide under the water, right next to the princess. It also hid a surprise for Overhaul.  

Swift, purple tentacles leapt towards him before he knew it. They also wrapped around the Chrono. [Reader] has been cleverly and precisely separated from them. Within seconds she was beyond their reach.  

The waves raged more and more. Her eyes stung with salt water but in a blurry vision she saw the silhouette of her saviour. He had long, black hair and piercing eyes. They were aimed directly at her, as if the attackers were of the least interest to him now. He looked tired but he shouted orders one by one to his men as he listened to what Eri was telling him.

After a while, he gently set her down on the wet sand.  

Her legs went numb as she walked towards the sea. Standing up to her knees in the water, she threw herself into the younger girl's arms. They cried, hugging each other. It didn't matter that the palace guards had just arrived on the shore and her people were watching the little mermaid. They all pretended to be more interested in prisoners, trying to give them a bit of privacy.

— [Reader], this is Mister Aizawa Shōta, my teacher. And this is [Reader]… — The tutor's chastening gaze made her improve immediately. — I mean... Her future Royal Highness [Reader] from [Kingdom Name].

— Thank you for your help. — She nodded.

— The pleasure is all mine, princess — he replied stiffly, nodding.

He hasn't smiled once since she saw him. However, when he looked at his pupil, she saw a tenderness in his eyes that the proud and often cold people of the sea lacked.

She was afraid that from now on contacts with her friend would be cut off.  

However, there was still one option left.  

— As a token of gratitude, please be my guests of honour at the birthday ball. Official invitations will be sent out this week but I am now inviting Her Majesty with a delegation.

She received a nod of the head, giving no definite answer. For now, that would have to be enough for her.

***  

The princess was sure she wouldn't see Shōta until the next month at the ceremony. It turned out, however, that fate had other plans. Her father said it was a good time to talk about security issues and forge an alliance with the underwater kingdom. For that, Chiyo — the witch has outdone herself, creating potions for legs in record short time.

[Reader], as the future ruler, needed to be present at the talks and to greet guests. So they met almost every day. She did not hide the fact that the teacher of the Sea Council became her favourite guest. At first he seemed boring to her. However, she quickly realized that he had great knowledge and conversations with him turned into interesting discussions. He was also not bothered by the way she was acting. He did not look at her strangely when she came to the meeting one time in riding clothes. Her fighting skills did not deter him, on the contrary. He gave her valuable tips to improve.  

The calmness and composure with which he dealt with everything made her like him more and more. She also saw that with time he became more and more familiar with her. Conversations began to deviate from political topics and the servants gossiped about unusual relationship when no one was watching.

She was worried about what would happen after her birthday. It was supposed to be an evening sealing new laws and mutual cooperation. After it, Aizawa was to return to the sea and she should focus on governing. This was what was expected of her. She felt that the night might turn into goodbye if she didn't do anything.

But she pushed it aside, letting the servants help her with the gown. The blue-green material ran almost to the ground. It sparkled with every step thanks to the sapphires and emeralds sewn into it. On her head she wore a pearl diadem — a gift from Eri. Although the mermaid could not visit her during this time, she decided to write letters on the seaweed and send gifts with them. There was already quite an extensive collection of jewelry and colourful shells on the dressing table.

She went down to the ballroom to check if everything looked as it should be one last time.

Flowers in shades of green, blue and white stood arranged in enormous vases. The walls were decorated with drapery resembling the waves of a foaming sea. Tables buckled with dishes. It was clear where the delegation of honorary guests would sit. Many more fish, oysters, crabs and lobsters showed up there than on the other tables. A huge cake just appeared at the head of the table, waiting to be eaten by several hundred people.

The silvered clock struck eight. She peered out through the glazed balcony. Several lords and countesses were getting out of their carriages. The servants in the courtyard bustled frantically, leading them inside.  

Meanwhile, her mother was walking anxiously towards the throne. She was not satisfied with the whole situation. She came from places where siren massacres had occurred much more frequently in the old days. Her parents' prejudices had clung to her for years. She looked at her husband with dissatisfaction, at the same time trying to keep an eye on the young Kota. [Reader]'s brother did his best to get away from the party. He only surrendered when the first guest was announced, knowing that he had lost and that the next opportunity would come after the meal.  

Her friend came to the coast in style. Everyone, who gathered before the huge windows, saw it. They could see beyond the wall from up there. The shimmering chariot was dragged by the hippocampus. So far, it has been believed that these animals became extinct, which made an impression on viewers. Accompanied by dignitaries and guards, the retinue moved towards the palace. They were greeted in a much more positive way than she had expected. Perhaps it was the recent events, the promise of a trade deal, the glamour of dazzling first impression or simply Eri herself. The little mermaid was literally everywhere, asked a lot of questions and oddly enough, found a common language with Kota. She also had a lot of stuff to talk about from the few weeks she hadn't seen [Reader].

The night was filled with greetings, conversations, speeches, birthday greetings and piles of gifts. The dancing was traditionally supposed to start at midnight. [Reader] tried to wriggle out of it as much as she could. Her parents, however, insisted that she should lead everyone to the dance floor. She knew that everyone's eyes would be on her for the first verse of the song.  

— Nervous? — She had no idea how much she missed that voice.  

For four hours they did not have the opportunity to stand next to each other. Someone occupied their attention the whole time and the seats by the table were too far away.  

— I'll have to improvise. — The laugh was short and nervous. — I left most of the lessons to go to the beach. Fortunately, the dance teacher liked me too much to report me to my parents.  

— Who are you going to dance with? — He asked casually, focusing on his glass of champagne.

— I was thinking about the hero who the whole city is gossiping about but I'm not sure if he will be willing to participate in such a big embarrassment.

— I think he would be honoured. — He set the drink down on one of the trays, then led her toward the orchestra.  

[Reader] couldn't remember the last time she was so nervous. It was a different kind of fear than the one she felt during the kidnapping. She felt a slight tingling sensation as Shōta placed a kiss on her palm. She put her left hand on his shoulder and the fingers of her right hand were tightly entwined with her partner’s.

— Everything will be fine — he whispered softly, looking into her eyes.  

The first tacts of the song sounded out. Step by step, she remembered how she should tread. Aizawa guided her all the time. She didn't suspect him of knowing how to dance. People under the water did it in a completely different way. Also, rarely were they able to control their legs so well. Yet they were swirling together. The music sped up and the girl almost tripped. But he grabbed her by the back, lifting her back up. For the audience it looked like a wonderful improvisation, which they awarded with applause. The dance teacher just nodded appreciatively. He was one of the few people in the room to see what was really going on. Clever spinning and lifting the princess at the right moments concealed deficiencies in the knowledge of the choreography.

After a minute, the rest of the guests joined them on the dance floor. [Reader] was finally able to relax. Nobody paid any attention to the fact that she stepped on Aizawa's foot. The song played by the orchestra was sad. Everyone on this side of the sea knew her, from beggars to the rich. The instruments told the story of a mermaid longing for the sea. Her beloved did not reciprocate her love in three days. She had a choice — to lose her life or kill him. Different versions had completely different endings. It did not matter, however, because there was one thing in common — the sad overtone of suffering in love.

The last note sounded. She bowed and walked towards the table. She was founding Shōta with ease for the rest of the night. There was a fireworks show that everyone watched with bated breath. The guests, inebriated with all kinds of drinks, no longer paid any attention to the etiquette. The morning was coming.

She grabbed the man's hand and led him outside. The guards looked at her curiously but did not stop her. She passed garden alleys full of blooming flowers. At the end of the path, there was a staircase carved in white stone. They led to a tiny, rocky beach. [Reader] dropped her shoes in the sand to enter the water. She realized she looked strange holding the gown in both hands above the surface of the water but her feet ached after all night. Aizawa followed her example.

When he turned around, he realized how close they were standing. Their shoulders were touching. Instinctively, he leaned closer. The girl closed her eyes. He looked at her face and was almost sure their lips would touch. The magic of the moment vanished as he remembered the words he had heard a moment earlier.

—... I'm not as blind as my husband. Think twice before you destroy my daughter's life. — Queen Mandalay finished her speech with a forced smile as she walked back to the guests.

At first he wanted to rebel. After all, it was up to him and [Reader] to decide. However, something inside began to eat him. It was guilt. The responsibilities and principles he taught others for so many years made themselves known. He gently pushed the princess away from him.

— I apologize — he whispered. — It has gone too far. Nothing good would come out of this...  

— But... I thought... — The words stuck in her throat.  

— It will be better that way. — He turned around.  

He was staring straight at the wall. He felt as if it was the same one that was separating the two of them. Even worse because he built it.

— Who told you that? It was my mother, am I right? — She felt anger surge in a violent wave within her.

— It doesn't matter. She was right. I forgot who I was and where my place was...

— Your Royal Highness, guests are expecting your farewell speech — one of the guards called from up the stairs.  

— I'll be there in a moment.

— We can not wait any longer.

— Go to them. I'll be back in a moment too — said Aizawa, looking at the dawn.

— Shōta... I wish... — He pushed her hand away. — I see. I respect your decision. I and wish you good luck.  

She turned towards the stairs. A tear ran down her cheek and she quickly wiped it with the back of her hand. She put on her slippers and followed after the guard. Aizawa was not prepared, although he had heard about it more than once. He felt his body become fluid. It was a strange feeling. The rays of the rising sun seemed to penetrate every cell of his body. He thought he would regret his decision. Eventually, he allowed himself to fall in love with a human. He had been warned about this many times, and yet it happened.

He couldn't really believe that he could indeed unite with the sea if he rejected love. But now he was convinced that it was true. The blue-green depth called to him. He was becoming it. He was what gave life to beings under the water. He moved seaweed, swam on a coral reef, talked to fish, helped creating pearls and sifted sand. It was a strange feeling to be a breeze and a storm at the same time. The silence and the roar of the waves, complete darkness and a blaze of colours, smooth water and rough rocks. He wasn't just sea foam. He was becoming part of something bigger. Completely different from the story they danced to. He didn't feel hurt like a mermaid in a song. He didn't want to be saved. He turned down his chance. He chose duty over love. It wasn't the end. It was just the beginning. He heard a long sound of conch in the distance. He knew he should remember her face, her scent, her touch, her voice... He should remember someone... He should remember something... The song of the sea effectively drowned out any questions. He did not think. He did not feel. There was no time. He just existed. He was washing someone's feet. He was picking up someone's tears. He did not know whose because the sea can not feel...

[big1ron]

Shampoo is a luxury item: clone wars shenanigans.

Tup laid across the men’s fresher counter of a space 7/11, or refuelling port. face up with his head in the far sink and a rolled up towel under his neck. his knees bent to fit in the space. He didn’t know if this was going to be a great or terrible idea. That would depend on just how competent Hardcase and Fives were. And Tup realized Hardcase didn’t actually have hair, and Fives’ was pretty short.

“Wait ok so you can’t do this in the sonic why?” Asked Fives again, genuinely curious for the 5th time, inspecting the much too bare-bones instructions on a bottle of shampoo they bought.

“The sonics don’t work with that stuff. You need actual water”

Hardcase was reading the other bottle, conditioner. “Don’t know why you’re making us go through all this trouble anyways. It’s just hair. Doesn’t the sonic wash it good enough?��

“Maybe. But these smell nice and you owe me after abandoning me.”

Hardcase sighs annoyed and slightly guilty. Fives runs the tap and cold water runs right into Tup’s face. Tup tries to sit up quickly but hits his forehead on the tap. Fives pushes his face back down and redirects the slowly warming water away from his face. “Oops. Sorry”

Tup groaned in annoyance and Hardcase sat onto the counter opposite to him, swinging his legs and reading out the instructions on the bottle. “Ok... first rinse the hair, which is what you’re doing now. Then massage in the product and wait 5 minutes before rinsing it out again. That’s what mine says anyways.”

“Shampoo says the exact same thing. So do you use both? Which ones first?” Fives asks semi rhetorically letting water splash back into Tup’s face as he reaches for the other bottle. Tup shields his eyes from the water and sighs annoyed.

“Shampoo first, then conditioner. Use both.”

“Oh. And how much are you supposed to use?” Fives asks, realizing his mistake and redirecting the water from Tup’s face again.

“I don’t know, never used it.”

“Well it’s says 2 in 1 so I assume that means half the bottle?” Hardcase suggests.

Fives turns off the water and pours some of the product onto Tup’s hair, face lighting up at the smell and shine, and again at the foam as he starts to massage it into Tup’s scalp. Hardcase sticks a finger into the foam and tastes it to see if it tastes as nice as it smells.

“Tastes like soap” he says, informing the others of his amazing discovery. That this fancy soap tastes like soap.

Fives chuckles lightly at Hardcase, though surprised at just how much this stuff was expanding. There was more than enough to cover Tup’s entire hair and the bubbles were quickly filling this sink. Hardcase watched with fascination.

“You having fun there?” Fives Asked Tup, who had his eyes closed looking like the very image or relaxation on the countertop of the men’s fresher in a space 7/11, at 23:00 hours local time. Tup hummed in contented confirmation.

“Man I’m kinda jealous” says Hardcase “I almost wish I had hair.”

Fives turns on the tap again to wash out the soap.

A natural born- or civilian togruta male walks in and stops at the entrance. Hardcase waves at him and he just turns around and leaves.

“Huh. Hope that’s not gonna be a problem.” Hardcase thinks aloud.

“What’s gonna be?” Asks Fives as he moves onto the bottle labeled ‘conditioner’, disappointed at how little this product puffs up compared to the other one.

“Someone saw us just now. They looked confused and kinda concerned.”

“Who was it?”

“I don’t know. Not an employee though. As long as they don’t tell anyone we should be good.” Hardcase dips a finger into the different floral smelling lather, and tastes the conditioner as well. Just in case it’s different. “This one also tastes like soap. They smell different but taste the same!”

“They’re both soap Hardcase. Do you eat every kind of soap you come into contact with?”

“No but these aren’t just soap. They’re hair soap. Maybe they taste different. I don’t know. Well now I do, cause I tasted them but I didn’t know that before I tried them.”

Fives shrugs. “You’re right I guess.” He reaches for the faucet again but Tup stops him.

“You have to let this one sit for five minutes remember?”

“Oh yeah.” Fives looks around for a chrono, but he can’t see anything to tell the time. He remembers seeing one by the cash register in the store. “Hardcase can you go outside and tell us when five minutes passes?”

“Give my five credits.”

“What? No! Why? It’s not even that big a task. Look I’ll do it if I have to I just-“

“It’s to buy us slushies, chill. If I’m out there I may as well.”

“Oh.” Fives produces the credits, as he was the one holding the money for the group. “Mix red and blue to make purple for me”

“And purple for me too” Tup adds.

“Sure, sure.” Hardcase waves them off as he grabs the credits and leaves the fresher, back into the store.

Fives takes Hardcase’s spot as soon as he leaves, swinging his legs idly until he decides to pack up the shampoo and conditioner in the backpack of stuff the group had brought with them. He assumed he wouldn’t need them again, all he had to do was rinse out the conditioner. In five minutes. He set the brush they had brought along with some hair ties onto the counter in preparation.

“Was it worth it?” He asks Tup, quickly growing impatient and ready to see the results.

“It felt really nice when you were washing it but now my neck kinda hurts from holding my head here. And it smells nice so, yeah so far I’d say it was worth it.”

“Cool, cool.” Fives had been having fun too, but he wanted to get on with the next step already. Where was Hardcase with those slushies? Surely five minutes had passed.

Some amount of time passed, which felt like an hour before Hardcase came back in with two purple slushies and one that leaned a bit more into magenta. “I think five minutes is up, I lost count.” He set them down on the countertop.

“Finally! What took you so long?” Fives sprung up, wasting no time turning on the water, not yet interested in his slushie.

“I was browsing to see if there was anything I thought looked more interesting. There wasn’t though. At least nothing in my price range” Hardcase took his spot back as soon as fives vacated it. He watched Fives through the mirror, sipping his magenta slushie through a straw.

Fives was delighted that Tup’s hair now felt silky smooth, even nicer to touch than before. He turned off the water and wrung the hair out before removing the towel from under Tup’s head and shoddily wrapping his hair with it.

Tup sat up cross legged on the counter and stretched, yawning. He turned to face the mirror and pulled off the towel. His face lit up as he saw his still wet hair, much shinier than he’d ever seen it. And it was soft to touch too! He ran his hands through it.

“I think it was worth it” he said happily. “It feels so nice!”

“Want me to brush it?” Fives asked, though he wasn’t really offering a favour, more asking one.

“Sure” Tup slid off the counter

“Wait I want to do it! Can I?” Hardcase interjected. Fives scowled at him. But Tup said it was more fair Hardcase got to do it, because Fives dis the entire washing. Fives drank his slushie dejectedly as Hardcase claimed Fives’ own prize.

Tup also insisted on them leaving with a shopping car because it was “just that easy” and riding in it because he “was too pretty to walk now.” Fives had pretended to be annoyed but he didn’t mind it. And it gave him somewhere to set his drink as they started the long walk back to base.

By the time they got back, some other troopers were also just returning from 79s. It’s was the early hours of the morning now, and the group had felt they spent the night well. Fives had regretted having to turn down their offer to go drinking earlier that evening, as Tup had forced him to come do this. But now? He bet he had had just as fun a time. And definitely a more memorable one.

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Chronostasis with a S/O that has a quirk complementary to his

**I made this into scenarios, because I could not think of how to make it into a Oneshot. To the anon who requested this, if you want a Oneshot feel free to request it!!! (Just include a situation, prompt, plot, etc.) I hope this is okay, thanks for requesting!**

Character: Chronostasis x reader

The two of you met in the Shie Hassaikai.

You were one of Overhaul’s underlings, but similar to Chrono you were a very high ranking one.

At first the two of you didn’t really get along, but after finding certain...similarities between the two of you you both hit it off pretty spectacularly!

About 1 year after being good friends the two of you started dating.

Depending on your personality you may be wondering, ‘What could I possibly have in common with a cold-hearted Yakuza thug like him!?!’ well i’ll tell you~

When you were a little more than five years old you developed your quirk.

Your quirk is called Tempo, it allows you to pause anyone you touch in time. However it can only be effectively used on one person at a time. You can keep someone ‘suspended’ for as long as you please but the effect ends when you end it or activate it on someone else.

As a kid, people never wanted to play with you, thinking you would ‘trap them forever and never let them go’ that would be the start of your villainous backstory.

It also didn’t help that because of your quirk, you h/c colored hair turned silver, and your e/c eyes turned a bright purple.

In all actuality you looked very attractive, but you still looked different, and people aren’t always very good with different.

And after years of never fitting in and being outcasted by everyone; from classmates to your own parents, you didn’t think twice when Overhaul offered you a job as his ‘left hand woman’ in the Hassaikai.

Back to now! You and Chrono were almost always assigned to work together, because of the compatibility of your quirks!

While his required him to stand still yours allowed you to move.

While yours could only affect one person at a time his could affect several people.

And you both had a sophisticated know-how of weapons and general combat.

You’re really the only person he can truly be himself around. 

So while others see this cold, closed off Yakuza thug. Y O U get to see the chilled out, cheeky fun Chrono not many people have ever seen.

So, yes the two of you may be misfits.

But nothing if not perfect for each other.

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The Apprentice Read on AO3 Pairing: Din Djarin/F!Reader Rating: E for Explicit, Soon Wordcount: 5k+ Summary: Peli Motto took you off the streets of Tatooine to become one of the best apprentices she's ever had - but honestly, the DUM droids are setting the bar pretty low.  Still, you work out well for the first few months until an armored Mandalorian stranger lands with a busted-up ship and a strange magic baby and, well, you're intrigued. Even though you know you shouldn't be. Peli's always teling you to keep away from anything hot but sometimes, to fix something, you have to stick your hand straight into the fire.

Chapter Two - The Beholder

The Mandalorian is always watching you.

You’ll be working on something on his ship and feel it - like standing with your back too close to a fire. The heat of his gaze gathers between your shoulder blades, amplified by the blankness of that damned visor. 

He doesn’t give a flying kriff that you notice, either. You’ll glance over your shoulder at him and he’ll be there, lounging against something, effortlessly casual, and he’ll just look at you and shrug, as if daring you to say something.

You tell yourself that Mando is just protective of his ship. There’s a lot of surprisingly expensive hardware on it - the contents of that weapons locker, for example - and he doesn’t want you to fuck something up. After all, you are the apprentice. Peli vouching for you doesn’t make a damn lick of difference. This floating metal trap is his home, and the first time you met you spent some time insulting it. It’s understandable he’d want to keep an eye on you after that.

And you tell yourself you don’t like it.

At first you try to ignore it. You work, and you work hard because Peli expects nothing less. You end up with the arms of your coveralls tied around your hips, your tank damp with sweat and sticking to your skin, your hair an absolute mess, covered head to toe in engine grease. 

You descend the recently-repaired ramp wiping your forehead on your arm, and here he is, leaning against one of the landing struts. “What are you doing?” he asks, making you jump near-out of your skin; you whirl to glare at him, clutching at your pounding heart.

“Taking a break,” you say, when you’ve recovered enough to speak. “I’ve been working all day.”

He surveys you impassively. Is there anything under that helmet, you wonder? Or is it just air and wires? Just like one of those droids. But no, the way he moves - all coiled, unreleased power, the potential for violence - you can feel he’s more than that.

You’re not sure if it terrifies or intrigues you.

You tell yourself it’s fine, that it doesn't really bother you. That every time he appears behind you your heart doesn’t skip a beat. But the sheer physicality of his presence is full of a devastating uncertainty and potential that you don’t know what to do with.

And he’s always watching you.

He says nothing, and you turn and shake your head, stomping off away from the ship. Razor Crest, it’s called. You think it should be called Tetanus Crest.

“What’s his deal?” you ask Peli as you grab some water inside. Your boss still has that weird green baby, but she’s given back your shirt, although you’re not sure you’ll wear it ever again. The thing coos and surveys you with googly eyes that creep you out only marginally less than Mando does.

“Whaddaya mean?” Peli’s only half-paying attention, too busy rocking the kid - Grogu - as she tries to get him to sleep in her arms. He waves his stubby claws, evidently enjoying himself too much to do so.

“He’s...very intense. Always watching me.”

“Well, he is a Mandalorian. They’re not exactly a friendly people. I wouldn’t take it personally.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s personal, Peli,” you say, shaking your head, “Every time he looks at me, I’m not sure if he wants to shoot me or fuck me.” 

You expect Peli to tell you off for your mouth. She only covers Grogu’s ears and glances around to make sure Mando isn’t listening when she says, “Careful, Girl. It could be both.” She laughs as you blush, from cheeks to collarbones, and she wriggles her hairless brows at you suggestively. Then, her fun had, the mechanic shakes her frizzy head and sits back, her tone turning a little more to the serious.

“Don't worry yourself too much. I trust him. Mando won’t hurt you. If he did, he’d owe me even more credits'n he already does. But he’s...he’s a good man, kid. Grogu here is proof of that.” The stubby creature makes a happy burbling noise and claps his tiny hands together. You can’t help but smile a little.

“Plus, if he hurts you, he’ll be answerin' to me. And you can remind him of that, too.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind him hurting me in a couple of ways,” you say breezily, if only to see the shocked look on Peli’s face. You walk away laughing. 

Well. Overall, that was...unhelpful.  You grab a discarded rag and wipe sweat from your brow, probably only succeeding in smearing black grease all over your forehead. War paint, you think, not with a touch of irony.

You’ve had a few tumbles in the sand in your time.  Nothing permanent, few even memorable. You even considered doing it for credits, when things started to get really bad, before Peli came along. But you’ve never been confident enough in yourself to just go for what you want, and you waited until the boys or the men or the women came to you with hooded eyes and soft, promising touches and you went along to see where it led you. It’s been a while, and sometimes the urge strikes you to head down to the Cantina and find someone for a night, but you always end up alone in your bunk with your hand in your pants and your lips clamped shut so you don’t wake Peli as you work out your own frustrations.

You could be wrong. You hope you’re wrong, in this case. Fucking a regular customer, much less one who is a Mandalorian, sounds like trouble. But it also sounds like a lot of kriffing fun.

The Mando in question is nowhere to be seen outside. You ascend the ramp slowly, cautiously. How a big, shiny, broad, tall, menacing Mandalorian can hide in a tiny little krill can like this is beyond you, but he manages it. He’s not in the cockpit when you ascend the ladder, but that’s fine - you’ve been working on the busted nav computer for the last couple of hours and it’s been impossible to concentrate with him breathing down your neck.

It’s been disassembled into a pile of wires and cables  and circuitboards that make sense only to you. You sit in the pilot’s chair and pull it into your lap, humming to yourself as you tweak and twist things into place. You’re not sure how long you’re there for - long enough to rewire it into something that starts to make visual sense, long enough for your fingers and neck to cramp. Long enough to calm down after a very weird day or two.

“You’re good with your hands,” says a smooth, filtered voice by your ear.

You jump and the circuitboard almost slips from your fingers - you catch it pinned between your knees at the last moment, half-twisting in the chair to glare up at the Mandalorian who stands eclipsing the hatchway, leaning a forearm against the bulkhead, helm tilted as he watches you. 

“How long have you been there for?” you ask, trying to keep your aggression levels down, but damn it he startled the fuck out of you and almost made you undo all the work you’ve been doing for the last - you check the nearest chrono - two hours? Have you really been up here that long? 

Outside the viewport, the suns are starting to set, and the fading orange-purple light paints the brushed durasteel interior in hues of silvery midnight, lit only by the standby lights. It would be peaceful, if not for the metal hulk boxing you in and making your heart beat twice as fast at his proximity.

“Not long.” Mando nods to the boards between your knees. “You fix it yet?”

You draw a small, calming breath, hoping he doesn’t notice. “The computer? Sure. The ship? You’re asking a bit much for a day. Got at least a week’s worth of work left to get this thing into shape.”

“Will it fly?”

You snort. “Yeah, it’ll fly. Might explode or crash at any moment, but it’ll fly.”

He makes a sound like a displeased grunt, but it’s hard to tell through the vocabulator. Then he stills, just looking at you, and you turn your back, discomfited as always. You resolve just to keep working as best you can, even as his gaze bores into you.

The board is ready to go back in - you slide off the chair and onto your knees, carefully setting aside the mass of circuitry. Then, grabbing the front of the panel, you swing yourself underneath it on your back. 

“Hey, uh - Mando? If you’re still there, can you hand me that board?” You hold your hand out from underneath the panel. Then you clear your throat and add, “Please.”

The wiring board is pressed into your palm, and you relax a little. You fit it into place - a lot easier now with the cables organized - and examine your handiwork for a moment. Then you run into a problem. 

Easing yourself out of the cramped space proves to be more difficult than getting in had been. You realize you’re stuck about halfway through trying to ease yourself out on your back, and you end up jammed between the bottom of the seat and the top of the panel.

“Fuck!”

“Need a hand?” Mando’s filtered, scratchy baritone sounds amused, or maybe that’s just your imagination. You can see the edge of his gloved fingers hovering within reach. The muscles in your neck and back are burning and your hip is aching - if you stay there any longer, twisted up like a pretzel, you’re going to pull something. So you take his hand.

He doesn’t just pull you up, though, no. He reaches down with his other hand and a strong, metal-encased arm circles you, and you’re maneuvered out from under the panel, onto your feet and straight into his arms in one smooth movement.

You splay your hands on an impossibly shiny, smooth expanse of Beskar, your breath held up in its journey on its way from your lungs. He seems to eclipse your entire horizon, an expanse of silver and black. 

This close, you can smell him, a mix of gun oil and cordite and oxygen that makes your mouth water. Everything about him speaks to the part of you that craves danger, but there’s no little warning voice in your head telling you that this is wrong.

He is the one to let you go - to pull back, almost apologetically, placing his hands on your shoulders and stepping back to extend the distance between you. “You okay?” he asks, for all the world sounding unconcerned, but there is something knowing in the tilt of his helm when you look up into his visor.

Kriff, he is so much bigger than you. You should find that terrifying. You should find this whole situation dangerous, alone with a strange, masked man in his ship where Peli wouldn’t be able to hear you scream if something went wrong.

But Peli trusts him, you tell yourself. And, evidently, he trusts Peli.

So where does that leave you?

“Nav computer should be fixed,” you say, and your voice is smaller than you would like. “Anything else you want, Mando?”

There is a moment that is far more heavily charged than it should be. Mando’s helmet inclines a little. His hands are heavy on your shoulders, and they slide slowly down, over your bare biceps, heedless of the buildup of sweat and grime as the leather drags roughly over your skin. It makes the hair on the back of your neck lift, a flush beginning somewhere in your chest and spreading outwards in both directions. 

“Passive sensor’s acting up,” he says then, and the tension in the pit of your stomach fades, replaced by frustration. “Could you take a look at it?”

You sigh heavily, trying to contain any obvious display of emotion. “Sure,” you say, managing a smile. Then you realize his hands are still on your arms, and you don’t know what to make of that. “Where is it?”

The helm nods towards below the pilot’s chair.

You groan. “I gotta go under there again? Damn it. Let me go get my tools.”

Unexpectedly, Mando volunteers. “Wait here. I’ll go get them.”

“But you don’t know which ones I’ll-” need. You call after him but he’s already down the ladder. Sighing, you plop back into the pilot’s seat.

Now you have to add sexual frustration to your lists of complaints about this job. You never thought a fully-armored bounty hunter would do it for you - maybe it’s just been too long.

Shit, you’ve got to make an effort not to be alone with him, you think. Because if he’s just being a  Mandalorian and he doesn't mean anything by it, it’s going to be embarrassing if you end up slipping up in front of him.

Soon he returns, a bag of your tools in hand, and surprisingly it looks like he’s found all the right ones. You nod appreciately, sliding off the seat and into the footwell again. 

“Mind giving me what I need while I’m down here?” you ask, and there’s a pause where Mando’s helmet shows absolutely nothing, and your face threatens to flush again. “The tools, I mean.”

“The tools,” he repeats, his voice flat, emotionless. “Right.”

Fuck, you think. This is a bad idea.

Nevertheless, you forge on. You’re not going to run screaming from the ship and tell Peli it’s because the sexual tension - probably imagined - is too much for you to bear. You’d be fired and back on the streets in a heartbeat. So, you’re going to try to remain professional.

You move forward on hands and knees underneath the panel, until only your ass is sticking out from underneath it. You try not to imagine the Mandalorian’s gaze on you now . You concentrate on opening the little access cover to the passive sensor array, reaching into your coveralls for a clip-on flashlight which you fix to the strap of your tank top. 

Yeah, it’s a mess in there, all right - corroded to hell with carbon scoring, probably from a glancing impact in a firefight. You don’t know why you find that thought exciting. You’ve repaired ships that have been in battle before, but - to be fair - none of them had been piloted by a Mandalorian.

“Hyperspanner,” you call, holding your hand out backwards. The smooth handle of the correct tool, thankfully, is placed in your palm. “Thanks.” 

You forget the weird tension as you work, the immensity of the Mandalorian’s presence, your nervousness around him. You think only of what’s in your hands, the intricacies of electronics and wires and switches, the zen-like process of focusing on finding what’s wrong and fixing it. 

In this case, it’s mostly a cleaning job. You end up covered in black carbon soot, coughing as you scrape clouds of it from the affected components. None of them look damaged, though, which is a good sign. 

Eventually, you emerge, wriggling backwards hip-first until you can sit on your haunches with an elbow braced against the pilot’s seat. Half to your surprise, half-not, Mando is still there, though he’s taken up residence on the passenger seat instead, and he sits comfortably with an ankle crossed over his knee and his helm cocked at an angle to watch you work.

You flush as you realize he’d probably been watching your ass that entire time, even while handing you tools. Say what you like about them, a Mandalorian is definitely still a man. It’s right there in the name.

“Anything need replacing?” he asks, all business - but can you detect a warmer buzz in the modulation of his voice? Or is that just your imagination?

“Just my clothes,” you say, dragging up the bottom of your tank top to wipe your face. A little deliberate, since doing so reveals some of your stomach, but Mando’s only reaction is a small lift of his chin and a slight shifting in the chair. “Sensors should be fine now. And I’m gonna call it a night.”

He rises at the same time you do, and before you register what he’s doing, he’s in between you and the hatch, so large he covers entirely your only method of escape. You swallow the sudden lump in your throat, your hand tensing around the handle of your toolbox.

Peli trusts him, you tell yourself. He won’t hurt me.

“I wanted to...thank you,” he says and that is definitely not what you’re expecting. You blink a couple of times and he continues. “I’ve been watching you, and you work hard. You might even be able to get the Crest flying in better shape than before.”

“Oh,” you say, unsure. “Well...What can I say? I like fixing things.”

He nods. You think then that he’s done, he’s going to move out of the way, when he speaks again. “What’s your name?”

You shrug. “Peli just calls me Girl.”

“You don’t have a name?” If you could see his face, you’re sure Mando would be rasing an eyebrow at you.

“Do you?” you fire back and that silences the helmet for a moment. Then it shakes from side to side slightly.

“Fair enough...Girl.”

“Fair enough, Mando,” you echo with something like a smile. He moves away from the hatch and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. As you move past him you stop and turn, seized by a sudden impulse.

“Hey, we’re having a barbecue tonight with some deep-fried gorg, leftover krayt jerky and pika fruit. D’you...d’you want to join us?”

He's silent for a moment, processing that. Not looking at you. Then: “I eat on the Crest. Alone,” he says pointedly. 

Peli had told you he never takes off the armor, on penalty of his Creed - whatever that is, it sounds sacred, and you don’t mess with anything that’s sacred. So you don’t take too much offense at the rebuff. Instead, you opt for a compromise.

“You don’t have to eat in front of us. Just come grab something and take it back with you. Or I could bring you something before I go to bed?”

The visor stares at you blankly for several long moments before inclining in a nod. “Okay,” he says. You’re not sure what he’s agreeing to, but at least he’s agreed to something. You find yourself oddly eager for his company, and try not to read into that too much as you smile and nod at him.

“Great! I’ll see you then, Mando.”

You sling the toolbox over your shoulder and descend the ladder, eager to get out of the Razor Crest and under a shower for at least fifteen minutes before dinner. 

Maybe then you can work off some of the weird tension before you have to see him again.

[bbbqlays]

다섯: 강한 감정

5: Strong Feelings

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

It was a new day, and after your encounter yesterday with the man in charge, you were sort of on edge with everything.

“Hey there Eri. I heard you got new books to read.” Your hand reached to a box, opening it you found picture books along with fantasy chapter books. “Do you have a preference for any of these?”

She picked out the most colorful picture book. “You want to read the Paper Dragon?”

You picked up the book and looked at the cover. It was very colorful. She smiled widely, reaching out for the book with awe. “Okay!” You chuckled playfully sitting on her bed, she followed behind and brushed up against you.

You began reading, trying your best to make it entertaining, you even got one of the guards to laugh, a golden blonde haired man. You’ve never seen him until now, his eyes were a boost in mood, and you could tell he was smiling at certain moments.

The book was finished and Eri was way more excited about books, she jumped up but only fell on top of you as she laughed loudly.

“Ms, L/n, could you read another?”

“Why dont we do something better?”

Eri’s eyes lit up, wondering what could be better than a book. You stood up and went up to another box, you looked through to find one pair of child scissors and a bunch of colorful paper. You pulled out stacks and stacks and put them on the ground.

You waved eri over and pulled out a stack of papers. They were orgami papers with various colors. “We can make a paper dragon and hang it up on the ceiling” eri’s eyes brightened at the suggestion. “Oragami is one of the best things they teach you in school. Only because you can create anything out of paper by just folding.”

You divided the colors as quickly as you could before guiding eri through a talk. “Choose the colors and 12 pieces of paper.” She started picking out the colors, mostly being blues and purples, and everyone watched as she chose.

“Okay, and then now we are going to take the first piece.” You grabbed a random sheet of paper and sat on the ground across from her. You started to fold the paper and looked at eri to see if she followed. “And fold it... like that.” She did as she was told and smiled cheerfully while doing it.

Continuing, you explained and showed her every step. She followed delightfully. And the end result came to be two dragons long and proud. “And so now choose a color.” You offered the marker case and she randomly chose. It was purple. You picked out a black marker and picked up your dragon. “Draw a face.” You drew two little dots to signify eyes and a smile.

She did the same but instead had the tongue stick out. You both chuckled as you stood up, stretching. You looked at the clock on the side of her bed and sighed. “Looks like I need to go.” You groan and she followed with a sigh.

“Eri, I will be back tomorrow to hopefully do another fun activity. Maybe we’ll draw tomorrow.” Eri ran up and hugged, tightly gripping on your pants. She let go, but her stare seemed extra saddened. “See you tomorrow. Eat well.”

She nodded to that and you were escorted out. The man guiding you out had long golden hair. His mask fit snugly on his face, his green shirt adorned with a pinkish red tie.

You breathed softly as he guided you back to your room. “Does anyone ever talk?”

He looked at you, as if to smile. “Yeah, but usually to each other. Not really to the head.”

“The head... oh you mean Overhaul right?” He nodded in agreement. “What’s your name?”

“If you need to know, I’m Setsuno Toya.” He said it as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He was glad about the short lived conversation.

“Well, thank you Setsuno. Hopefully we can talk again.” He unlocked the doors with a bow, and you bowed again.

When entering you ripped off the mask and dropped it on your desk looking at the warm food displayed on the corner. It looked to be an American dish, specifically pizza. Toppings were placed on the side of the plate mostly meats.

You nodded to yourself and dug in, loving the warmth of the food. You closed your eyes enjoying the savory taste. It was a simple dish, and it tasted homemade. You wondered who made it and where, since you hadn’t smelled anyones cooking while with Eri.

You finished up, and looked around the desk, clothes laid out on the top and a new mask. You rolled your eyes feeling like a doll with all these clothes.

You rummaged through though, curious as to what they were. It was a blue short skirt, with black shorts, and a white button up blouse to match. It was as if it was made for a summer evening, or a date.

The thought made you chuckle as you threw them on the bed. To think you had a secret admirer was funny to also think about. The world built itself on soulmates, why would anyone play around with that.

The thought then hit you. “Fate... wouldn’t put me here right?” And you couldn’t play around with the thought of that because you couldn’t physically touch anyone.

Everyone had protection and you feel like you’d be killed if you were to touch someone. You tried to laugh the thought away but it lingered, and it scared you.

The clothes fit perfectly. Of course, and you felt good in it despite the earlier thoughts. You honestly thought you looked good in blue.

You enjoyed twirling around in it not being bothered to hear the door click open. You stopped twirling to feel good about yourself only to be met with the man in white.

Your face matched a shade of tomato as you went to try and hide yourself. You bowed to him apologizing silently. He simply bowed to you as well verbally apologizing for disrupting.

“I just came to get you for the meeting.”

You cleared your throat as you nodded. You grabbed the mask on the desk and threw it on still blushing embarrassingly. You walked out with him trying your best to slow your heart rate.

“Chrono right?” He nodded. “You’re like his right hand man, correct?”

“Yes, despite his demeanor he’s actually good.”

“I wasn’t doubting him, I was just going to ask... Why all this?”

Chrono looked at you not understanding the question. “Why this whole base? It seems eerie and too much.”

“Overhaul.” Chrono paused and thought about what to say. “He want’s to change the world. He wants an old image to come back.” Chrono nodded to his statement and continue guiding.

“So, it’s to better society... Correct?”

He nodded and that seemed to lift a burden from you somehow.

Chrono slowly opened the door and to welcome you was the same masked face you had seen last night. This time his tie was loosely around his neck, and he seemed more stressed than anything.

“Welcome Back!” Overhaul greeted you with open arms as he watched you sit. “Hopefully today wasn’t too overbearing.”

“No, of course not. Me and Eri simply read and did origami. Which I thank you for getting supplies for that.”

“So, I see you guys are getting along.” He adjusts his tie and looks off into the distance. “Do you have any other requests?”

Your eyes darted to his face immediately wondering what context. “To take care of Eri.” You were shaky now. Your head wanted to explode as you thought of other things to request that wasn’t for the benefit of Eri.

“Just supplies to draw with.” He nodded and looked at you pleasingly.

“And do you need anything? Specific things you had in your living quarters that you need here.”

You pondered. “If possible. A small library.” Your request seemed to peek his interest, and he simply chuckled.

“Very well.” His hand issued you away, and Chrono guided you out.

“Chrono. How can you tell when Overhaul likes someone?” It was a bold statement and you felt as if he wouldn’t answer properly.

“Don’t worry. He likes you just fine.” He gave you a genuine answer, making you think.

“Now, get some rest. And leave a note of all your favorite breakfast items under the door. Our ‘chef’ wants to make your stay here interesting and home-y.” He left with a nod.

You smiled, not a big smile, because what was there to smile about. You turned on the small lamp light on your desk and scanned your room feeling something off.

Flowers were on your nightstand. Not the ones from before but new ones. White roses. They filled the whole room with a beautiful scent.

You rushed to find another note under the vase, your hands feeling the hand writing. Beautiful cursive saying

‘You’re like a beautiful dove amongst a trash filled park. You stand out like a sore thumb. You please me without knowing it, and for that I keep you near.’

You couldn’t help but shiver as you read it. A smile wider than usual filled itself along your face.

“Beautiful.”

Someone is playing with the strings of fate, and falling for you evidently. You held the note close to your heart laughing loudly as you thought of who it could be.

Your heart fluttered as you thought of the man in white. He seemed to have more personality in this place than anyone else, and he’s seen you the most.

You giggle at the thought, and the thought of not even seeing his face filled you with mysterious happiness.

It was like being in grade school again...

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Alright. Let me say something though. All of you thought on kid Kai. But takes this: BABY KAI :O!!!! If is not a bother I would like a scenario of that x3 just Kai being hitted by a baby quirk and he is like those grumpy babies who are fussy over on someone else's hold BUT on his S/o he is a quiet and kinda cute(???), just him searching for her nose and touching her while muttering some incoherents words and OH GOSH SO CUTE-

Oh well seems like much of you like to see kid kai now this is about babies? Alright then

Your eyes were wide open, the same went for your poor jaw that seemed like it was going to break at any second as you shamelessly pointed at Mimic holding a squirming baby away from him as Kurono pinched his jaw and winced when he wiped a drool of blood coming out of it.

"Don't ask." Mimic muttered as he winced at another one of the baby's whimpers.

"How?!" You accidentaly screamed and the two man winced a bit as Mimic yelled 'What the fuck did I just say?!' Before cursing out loud when the baby bites his hand.

"Quirks (Y/n). Quirks." Kurono hissed before furrowing his eyebrows at the toddler on Mimic's arms whose was persistent as ever to not lose a fight "The boss's from the another yakusa had a brat on their own, and the kid developed her quirk a week ago aparently and thought it would be funny to use on Chisaki, and well.."

"There. A brat." Mimic completed while almost dropping Chisaki on the ground when he shriek again.

"Please tell me this isn't permanent..." you whispered in awe, your words not exactly connecting with the way you stared at the baby version of Chisaki, squirming and fighting still on Mimic's grip with the most grumpy and cute look and pout you ever saw.

"Hold still brat!" Mimic hissed out loud and Kai seemed to stop immediately at that "You might be my boss but for fuck's sake!"

A sniffle or two was enough for all of the room to shut up immediately. Even Chrono widened his eyes and seemed at panick.

After all, the only one on the yakusa who had even a vague experience with toddlers and babies was Pops. And well... no one was ever going to interrupt the old man's resting neither receive a scolding.

The sniffles were getting more frequent but even as a baby, Kai seemed to at least hold back the tears stubbornly as the three adults panicked.

"BLoCk HeAd Do SomEthINg!!!!" Mimic shouted in despair as Chrono looked at him with wide grey eyes.

"Do I look like I know what to do?!"

"YoU ArE hIs ChIldHooD FucKinG FriEnD BitCh-!"

"Stop yelling! Thiis is not helping the slightest!" You tried to calm them both down but the sounds of sniffles lowered a bit and the three of you also quiet down to look at the golden eyed toddler who had locked his gaze at you.

"Chisaki?" Kurono muttered as Irinaka shook him a bit up and down before using out Chrono for punching him on the back of his head.

You finally payed attention to the baby version of him. The clothes he was wearing aparently had also decreased, and you had to admit that the small yet a little too big purple feathered jacket on Kai was just too cute to handle.

"Seems to like you." Chrono muttered more in sarcasm before widening his eyes when Kai WHINED and made grabby hands at you.

"Welp, all yours!." Mimic suddenly handed Kai to you without even sparing your poor self to understand what was going on. Both of you and Chrono stiffed your bodies in fear of anything to happen; but instead Kai just fisted his tiny hands on your clothing and looked at you, not even moving around like he was one second ago on Mimic's grip.

"My would you look at that." Hari said in sarcasm but also a hint of amusement as crossing his arms and staring at you both with a half smirk.

"My break time fuckers. Good luck" Mimic sighed, walking around and mumbling how much he needed a coffee.

"So... what do I do now?" You asked in despair before tensing when you felt the brush of Kai's little fingers on your collarbone.

"Have no idea. Let's just wait until the effect goes away I guess." Hari took a couple of steps towards you and Kai growled cutely and you almost let out a coo pf how adorable he sounded "But let's evit Pops with him like this, just for his own pride to not get hurted, right pal?" He smirked at how the baby glared at him and clinged to your neck.

"Okay... but-oh!" You noticed how Kai was now looking at you and holding out his two hands in both of your cheeks with a quizzical look on his baby face, like he was analyzing it.

"Kurono-kun what do I do?" You whispered and glared at the white haired man when he snorted and smirked.

Giggles left both of you CHOCKED, especially when you looked at your front and saw a smiley baby Kai whose was with one hand in your cheek and the other one in your nose.

"Whaaaaaaaa??????" You said in a goofy open smile as Chrono rubbed his eyes to see if he hasn't gotten crazy or anything related.

"And here I thought that he was just born being an ass would you look at that." He smirked as you giggle along with the baby in your arms.

~

A whole evening passed and now you an sleeping baby Kai on your lap, cuddled up on your chest as you ran your fi gers through his dark brow looks and chubby face.

"The boss from the other yakusa said that the effect will be gone in one or two hours." Kurono sighed from the other couch as he dropped his cellphone on his side "At least with you he got quiet."

'And I got finally the baby pictures I always wanted of him!' You thought in eargness as you took one more of Kai on that position he was.

He was going to kill you... at least you would die in happiness.

"Well would you look at that." A voice shook you and Kurono, the said man cursing to himself as he saw Pops smirking at the sign of you and Kai on the couch.

"Oh well, I tried to save your dignity Kai." The man muttered as the baby tilted his head with sleepy eyes before sighing and nuzzling on your chest again.

~

"I will give you one more warning." Kai growled threateningly as he caged you on the hall, golden eyes staring down at you in pure anger but his ears flushed red in embarrassment due to the events of yesterday.

"I swear I have no more." You lied as Kai growled.

"Dont you dare lie to my face (L/n) (Y/n)."

"You know? You were much more giggly as a baby." His right eye twitched and went to punch the wall if it wasn't for your quick movement of lowering his mask down and kissing him. Catching the man by surprise before running off laughing at your victory.

"I swear to god come back here this instant-!"

"Kai my boy gotta say, now the album I have of you is complete" the elder said in a glorious tone as he took one last look at the photos on his hands as he passed by.

While Chisaki was this close to smashing his face on a wall.