#also my stepbrother if you’re out there yo

[fr0ntierjust1ce]

The more I find out about my family before I was born the wilder this shit gets

[mickeyswhore]

Billy's Plaything

A/N: Part 2? Maybe?

Summary: Billy is your stepbrother, he makes you embarrassed. What happens when you tease him instead?

Billy Loomis x Reader

Warnings: inappropriate step-sibling relationship, creepy behaviour, light smut.

GIF by @coppoladelrey

You hated Billy Loomis, despised him. You often dreamed about him being dead, but that was only half of the time, the other half you wanted him in your bed, you dreamed about him fucking you in the best way possible, or when both of those emotions collided and you thought about fucking Billy Loomis after he came to your bedroom to yell at you.

After his mother left, his father found a nice woman to settle down with. The only problem? That was your mother, and the two of you met and it was clear as day that you hated him and he hated you but both of your parents were too in love to notice the animosity, ever since your father died when you were 5, your mother was never in a relationship and she was so happy, so you decided to just take it for her happiness.

His father was a nice person, he treated your mother very well and made sure to get things you liked and also paid for a lot of classes just to accommodate for uprooting your life and moving to his house. But Billy? He infuriated you, he made your life hell but it was such small things that it didn't make sense to talk to your parents.

“WHAT THE FUCK, BILLY?” He did it again, he stole so many of your panties and he always had the same excuse.

“It probably got mixed up with my boxers, you need to chill.” His voice was so calm but his smirk made you furious, so you slapped him. Your breathing was hard and you felt yourself getting wet because of Billy and you hated yourself for it. “I’m gonna give you a pass because you’re probably on your period or something…” You were about to slap him again but he stopped your hand by holding your arm, fuck he was strong you thought. “You only get one of those, baby.” He was looking at your lips, fuck you wanted to kiss him.

“Let go of me.” Billy laughed, he knew as much as you that your words had no weight behind them.

“You can just remove your arm.” You snapped out of your trance and removed your arm from his grip.

“You’re a fucking psycho, Billy.” You were so annoyed at him, his eyes darkened and he got even closer to you.

“But what does that say about you?” He whispered in your ear, shivers running down your spine but you frowned. “If I am a psycho like you say, why do you want to fuck me?” You were stuttering and Billy laughed at your sudden shyness. “Do you think I don’t hear you fucking yourself calling my name, huh? Do you think that I never noticed you trying to take a peak at me changing? Baby, you’re not subtle at all…and I bet that if I put my fingers inside your tight little pussy, you’d be so fucking wet.” His smirk never left his face, you got caught and you hated that he was right.

“You’re wrong, I would never call your name when I’m cumming. You’re just delusional.” You were proud of yourself for not stuttering but Billy laugh.

“Who said that you called my name when you were cumming?” With that Billy left you in his room, you were flabbergasted by his antics and you felt like shit because despite his antics, you wanted your step brother to fuck you.

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It kept getting worse, Billy was teasing you all the time and you were so annoyed about the fact that he had that much of an effect on you. Billy made you into his plaything and you had no say in it whatsoever, it was infuriating and the fact that he was plaguing your dreams and fantasies made all of this ten times worse.

“We’re going on a trip to Switzerland, I trust that you kids will be alright for a week?” Billy’s father announced at dinner and you saw how happy your mother was, so you decided to simply go along with it and not say anything.

“Sure, dad. Hope you guys have fun, don’t forget to call.” Billy smiled and then he looked at you, his gaze was making you feel as if you were naked, he saw right through you and you hated it.

“I’m so happy for you mom.” You kissed her cheek, even though your mother was the reason why you were living with Billy, you could never resent her. She deserved to be happy, even if you weren’t.

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You decided to just be in your room and not see Billy, but you weren’t that lucky. He came to your room and was snooping around, you hated when he did that but decided to ignore him. Giving in and fighting was what Billy wanted, so you decided not to fall for it. Be strong, you thought to yourself.

“You’re gonna ignore me the whole week, baby?” Billy laid in bed next to you, but you decided not to react. “Come on, have you been dreaming about me?” You took a deep breath, but decided to change the dynamic between the two of you.

You straddled him and got extremely close to his face, you could tell that he was surprised and you were so proud of yourself for making him speechless.

“Every night, baby.” You whispered and started grinding on his cock and it was hard already.

“What you’re doing?” He asked with a small voice, he definitely wasn’t expecting that from you, Billy does the teasing, not you.

“What we want, right?” You kissed his neck and Billy pushed you away and left your room, you started laughing and went back to reading your book.

Billy left you alone all day, you were grateful that you weren’t an ass out of yourself in front of him and maybe the worst was behind you now, but wrong you were.

You were now ready for bed, you put on your nightgown and already moisturised your skin and you were happy. When you were in bed Billy entered your bedroom, and he got on top of you with a predatory look on his eyes and you too stunned to speak.

“I gotta say, you caught me off guard earlier but we need to fuck so we can stop playing this game, baby.” He was expecting your answer, but you were simply looking at him, you felt yourself getting wetter by the second. “What do you say, baby?” You nodded your head but Billy wagged his finger in front of your face. “I need words, baby…come on.” He whispered.

“Please, fuck me Billy.” He started kissing you, there was no tenderness to it simply lust. Billy started playing with your nipples, and he inserted two fingers inside you.

“Oh, baby…you’re so wet, you’re such a freak for wanting your stepbrother to fuck you, huh?” His words making you even more turned on, you were moaning and pulling his hair, it felt so fucking good.

When you were about to cum, the phone rang. You and Billy were frozen but you were the first to move, he finally removed his fingers and you picked up the phone.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Hey, honey. Just called to let you two know that we arrived at the hotel, and I love you very much. Try not to kill each other.” Your mother laughed, you did too, awkwardly.

“I love you too, mom.” The two of you started to chat about other things, and she hangs up.

You slowly start to walk back to your bedroom, now that you’re less horny it started to dawn on you that this was a bad idea, Billy is your stepbrother for fuck’s sake. It doesn’t matter how much you wanted him, you didn't want to ruin your mother’s relationship.

“It was my mother.” You announced to Billy.

“I heard.” He got closer to you, and started to kiss your neck but you stopped him.

“We shouldn’t do this, Billy.” He was now making patterns across your arm.

“Why not?” He kept eye contact with you, making it hard to keep your resolve.

“Our parents are happy, Billy. If we do this, they might break up.” His touch was comforting, but it really wasn’t helping.

“I get what you’re saying, but they won’t find out.” You didn't seem convinced, at all. “I won’t force you into this, ever. But just so you know, I need to fuck this tight little pussy and I know that you need my cock deep inside you until I fuck you dumb and you don’t know anything but my name, baby.” He kissed your cheek and left your bedroom.

You could hear him masturbating, he sounded so hot and when he finished he yelled your name. You had a decision to make and Billy made it all up to it, he wasn’t going to pursue you, if you wanted…you were going to have to get it.

[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

Through the Grapevine

This is my first fic so please beware of beginner mistakes. I hope someone likes it or sees it for that matter. 18+ SMUT

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: NSFW, age gap (legal), oral sex, self-insert with no y/n, cursing, slight praise kink if you squint, perverted actions, perverted themes

Summary: You heard about your mother's new boyfriend but you were more interested in his recently divorced son.

You loved your mom but you couldn’t say you liked her much. Honestly if she were your age, you would have beat her ass. But alas that is not the case and those passive-aggressive comments, judgemental stares, and blunt criticism were under the guise of ‘helping’ you. Cue massive eye roll. 

Your parents divorce wasn’t a messy one by any means, they just grew apart as they got older. Similar to you and your mother’s relationship. Obviously you frequented your dad's place not being able to take your mothers presence when you had another non-judgemental home. Your absence didn’t change your mothers tune at all, in fact she just made sure she told you what she thought of you whenever you called since she wasn’t sure when it would happen again. 

As you grew more distant she must have grown lonely even though it was a mess of her own making. She met a mechanic named Felipe, from what your grandma told you he ran a garage and was nice. He also has a son named Francisco who was an ex-military pilot that helped him run it. You truly couldn’t help yourself so you looked them up, and your results didn’t disappoint. Frankie, as you figured he preferred to be called, was a certified DILF and you figured out his basic life story after going through his page. Went to the army and came back, met a girl, knocked said girl up, married girl, and finally divorced her while sharing custody. 

Usually if your mom had invited you to dinner you’d pass however she explicitly wanted you to meet your possible step-family. In spite of that, wanting to meet Frankie in the flesh had you reconsidering for dirty reasons that were all self serving. 

Eventually you told her just how excited you were for her to start dating again especially since dad had begun to move on. In the coming days you packed a bag to spend the weekend at your mothers, meticulously planning each outfit on the chance of meeting your probable stepbrother. Was it wrong? Yes. Perverted? No doubt. But you weren’t really one to show restraint or shame when it came to such a good looking man. A man that was also almost twice your age. 

Arriving at your mother’s was a fucking chore she already pulled out all the stops. “You look like you have gained a little weight. Are you sure you’ve been exercising?” then, “I just worry about whether you'll end up alone at the rate you’re going.” and last but not least “Are you sure about that outfit I mean it’s pretty but…”

 At this point you could just tune her out however you maintained a semblance of conversation if only for your own selfishness. “Will it be just you, me, and Felipe for dinner?” you ask casually.

“Oh no his son Frankie will join us too, he has a daughter you know had a wife too but things didn’t work out. You know I’m sure he has a couple of friends for you if yo-” You cut her off before she could get the wrong idea.

“No. That’s ok I’m not really looking mom” at least not at them.

“Oh. I thought by now you grow out of that…” as she continued to rant about your disappointing track record the doorbell rang. You jumped up to answer it with an “I got it” thanking the universe for that distraction. As you neared the door you smoothed out your short but flowy sundress and checked your hair one last time. You opened the door and your eyes landed on two twins that were in different stages in life. Frankie was the spitting image of his father just younger, you immediately stuck your hand out to Felipe and introduced yourself. He shook it eagerly with his own greeting.

“It’s great to meet you, your mother has told me so much about you. I’m Felipe and this is my son Fransico.” Oh you know, you know exactly who he is and him in person is even better than on screen. He offered his hand to you next and you shook it lingering a bit. 

“Hi, you can just call me Frankie.” He gives you a dazzling smile that would make any woman's panties drop on sight, especially yours. You take in his brown curls and patchy beard but you really love his nose most of all. You take note he’s not wearing that beloved standard oil hat that’s in most of his pictures. Shaken out of your haze you lead them to where you left your mother a few moments ago. She greets her boyfriend as if you aren’t present in the room and your face doesn’ hide your emotions. 

Frankie sees your obvious disgust and laughs at your discomfort. You turn to look back at him and you two find that it’s a mutual feeling. You decide to start the bonding process with your stepbrother, stepping closer you stand on your toes putting your mouth near his ear whispering for him to follow you. Without checking to see his reaction you walk towards your mother’s kitchen.

By the time Frankie arrives you’ve already begun pulling out alcohol to make yourself a long island iced tea. Looking up you ask what Frankie wants, he states whatever you’re making is fine. You notice he is a bit tense. Once you finish both drinks you sit next to him but you turn your body to face him. 

“So our parents have been dating for a while and this is the first time I’ve seen you in person, despite your mother talking about you constantly why?” Frankie decided to go straight for the jugular.

“Well you’ve met her, do you want to be in her presence often?” Frankie laughs in agreement and puts both hands up in defense. Wanting to catch him off guard you ask him about his divorce that you heard about “through the grapevine”. The grapevine being a full analysis of his & his ex-wife’s facebook. 

“We grew apart, I mean we already were distant but the main reason we got and stayed together was for our daughter Rosie’s sake.” He looks at you after he finishes answering, maybe to gauge your reaction however you already knew most of this. You decide to see how far you can push.

“So are you seeing anybody then?” You lock eyes with him while finishing your drink. He bites his lip as he takes a moment to drink you in. 

“No but there is an age requirement and I don’t think you meet it” You can’t help but throw your head back and laugh.

“And how old is that exactly?” 

“35. I’d rather not have people think I’m going through a midlife crisis with the cliche 20 something girlfriend after my divorce.” He looks at you pointedly after he says that. 

You think for a moment before leaning in and placing a hand on his chest to whisper in his ear “Who said I needed to be your girlfriend? Maybe I could just help release some of that obvious tension you have” you pull back and slightly rub his broad shoulders, looking at him with a sweet smile and doe eyes.

Frankie looks like he just might break but you hear your mom’s footsteps approaching. As always she has the best timing, you back away from him reluctantly. She arrives in the kitchen with Felipe in tow along with mexican takeout, gesturing for you all to move outside. Out on the patio everyone helps set up the table before getting their share of food. With your mother to your right, Frankie across from you, and Felipe to your left you sit down and start for the vajitas. 

Conversation between you and Felipe developed since he’s curious about what it is you’re studying. You talk about how you’re going for a degree in marketing wanting to focus especially on the digital aspect of it. Your mom cuts in about how she wished you would go with something a little more “practical” instead of artsy. You subtlety roll your eyes and bring yourself to look at Frankie who’s already staring at you. The longer you look at him the more you want to mess with him, just a little bit. 

The conversation turns to Frankie while you focus on taking off one of your shoes. Your mom asks him what he’s been up to lately and he starts talking about how busy the shop is and Rosie starting 2nd grade. She also questions how his ex is doing. You take this as your queue before any more words can leave his mouth. You place your foot near his ankle and slowly slide it up his leg only to stop at his knee. He starts stuttering and looks directly at you though you pretend to be engrossed with the salsa on your chip. He doesn’t buy your act and doesn’t let up his heated gaze as he continues the conversation. He never moves your foot though. 

You can’t help but giggle to yourself a little as you inch your foot up the inside of his thigh almost touching his bulge but not quite. You finally look up to watch his reaction and it doesn’t disappoint. His hands are clasped in front of his mouth with his eyes on you, his chest heaving slightly as if he is trying to control himself. You just continue to rub your foot along the inside of his thigh, teasing him with a smile on your face. 

When you finally slide your foot over his bulge you see the intake of breath and begin to press down just enough to feel him grow. But once you feel just how big he is he notes the change in your expression and realizes how the tables have turned. He sees the shock and once cocky grin that enveloped your face waver into bashful uncertainty. Now it's his turn to make you squirm.

Your mom catches onto your prolonged silence and asks if you like your food. You take this as an opportunity and begin to retract your foot while you tell her how great it was. Before you can Frankie grabs your foot and puts it exactly where it was. He presses it slightly harder than you had before while boring his eyes into you. Stunned into a silent submission you feel him grinding your foot against his crotch, 4 out of your 5 senses are captivated by him and it’s all becoming too much. You take your foot back and stand abruptly gathering up your plate and asking everyone if they’d like theirs taken. Felipe and your mom appreciate your ‘politeness’ and hand you their plates, Frankie however insists he help with the dishes holding onto his plate. 

You realize exactly where this is going so you quickly walk to the kitchen and leave your shoe under the table. Once inside again you take a deep breath and come to terms with the fact that you may have met your match. 

“I think you left this under the table chiquita” you turn around only to find him crowding your space while holding your abandoned shoe and his plate. His dazed eyes reflecting the lust you both feel. l You must be silent for too long because he continues goading you. “Don’t tell me you’re shy now chiquita, hmm?” his lips were at your ear now, his hands rubbing your sides, and his bulge pressing against your stomach. “Not when I was getting so excited to play with you.” he gently grasps your hand, guiding it until you feel him hot and heavy. You feel your cheeks get hotter by the second and you clench your thighs together hoping it would ease the incessant need, but it doesn’t.

With your words caught in your throat you respond by palming him, getting him to release a guttural groan. He follows up with an encouraging ‘that’s it baby’ that makes your panties so wet they are probably sticking to your core. His hand then snakes its way to your hair and grabs a handful forcing your head back. You let out a whine when you make eye contact with him, his deep brown eyes look feral. Swiftly you press your lips to his in a gentle kiss that quickly turns downright filthy once Frankie takes over.

His free hand makes its way to your ass, rubbing it gently before he grabs a handful. Your bodies become unbelievably close making you moan into his mouth. He sees this opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth and sloppily lick inside. You use your free hand to grab the back of his neck to give leverage to your tongue. He takes an obvious liking to that and grinds himself harder into your hand, it’s almost like you can feel his length pulsing harder with each passing second.

You pull back enough to start fumbling with Frankie’s belt and zipper but he stops you. Disappointed you look up at him to question why but he just smiles and grabs your hand leading you out of the kitchen and down the hall. Opening up the door to the guest bedroom you enter first while he turns to close and lock the door. When he turns around his expression is one of a man starved, butterflies erupt in your lower stomach as you walk backwards. He’s closing in on you quickly and the backs of your knees hit the bed making you fall before you can catch yourself. 

Frankie climbs over you but not all the way he stops at your neck and lowers his mouth to gently kiss it, his beard scratching you in a way that makes your cunt pulse with need. As he goes lower so do the butterflies in your tummy, it almost feels like your first time but obviously better. He kneels in front of the bed lifting up your dress to pull your panties down. You watch as he sees the wet huge patch that sticks to your core making you pull your knees together out of shyness. But he pries them back apart with a look that tells you not to do it again. He inhales your panties and pockets them making your mouth drop in shock. Before you can formulate a response he’s already licking a stripe over your slit causing your pussy to start clenching around nothing. He licks his way up to your clit circling around it before he takes it into his mouth, sucking gently on it. Your back arches involuntarily and you let out a shrill moan that’s damn near pornographic. This gives Frankie pause and he digs out your panties and shoves them in your mouth holding his hand over it.

“Unless you want to get caught we have to be quiet.” Eagerly you nod your head agreeing silently begging for him to go back to eating you out. He removes his hand and lowers himself again kissing the inside of your thighs before focusing back. This time licking your folds before his tongue dives into your hole and flicking back and forth over your sweet spot causing your back to arch off of the bed. He goes from licking back to focusing on your clit which has you reeling and grabbing the sheets so you don’t buck into his mouth. Once he feels you’re wet enough he adds two thick fingers that gently rub at your sweet spot over and over until your hips move in tandem with it. He reattaches his mouth to your clit so he’s sucking while he finger fucks you, suddenly grabbing the sheets isn’t enough so you reach for his hair and start tugging it in motion with your hips. The only sounds in the room are squelching and muffled moans from you.

With you now fucking his face you know you won’t last much longer especially with him groaning in your pussy. That familiar feeling is lingering in the pit of your stomach getting closer and closer, becoming incessantly louder until you can’t take it. Your orgasm crashes into you like a wave, washing all over your body it even has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. With your hips slowing down but not completely stilling you remove your hands from Frankie’s hair. You would try to fix it but it usually looks messy anyway. Taking you by surprise he pulls the panties out of your mouth and pockets them. Again. You also catch him sucking your juices from his fingers. 

When you finally can sit up you go to return the favor only for him to brush your hand off. He looks away with his hand on the back of his neck telling you he already finished. While he was eating you out. You stand up to smooth out your dress and approach him giving him the sloppiest kiss you can muster. You taste yourself on his lips and his tongue before pulling yourself back. 

“You know we should probably head back and do the dishes like we are supposed to be doing.” He agrees with you and reluctantly heads for the door but you can tell from his expression that’s the last thing he wants to do. Great minds think alike. Sneaking back to the kitchen you find your mom and Felipe still on the patio talking with the food packed up. 

Frankie stands beside you, closer than he needed to be, while drying the dishes for you. You can’t help but ask “So am I gonna be getting my panties back or?” 

His cheeks are tinged pink when he responds “Maybe if I can get a replacement since the scent will fade.” His answer leaves you with your mouth slightly open in shock and eyes blown wide. 

“So you really are just a dirty perverted old man huh?” He turns to look down at you with amusement dancing in his eyes.

“You didn’t seem to complain when you were fucking this dirty preverted old man’s face.” You pretend to be offended by the statement and fling some soapy water at him. But ultimately you end up laughing causing Frankie to do the same.

“Oh, it’s nice that the two are getting along so well I thought you would.” Your mom and Felipe are bringing in the leftovers and setting them on the counter. Her statement causes flashbacks to just how well you two got on, and how the lingering evidence is in his pocket. You sneak a look at Frankie only to find him sniffing his fingers and sending you a wink. You begin plotting your next run-in with him in your head.

[love-toxin]

blush; shindo.

request: “Hewwoo uwu! I want to request yo shindo cuz poor boi don't have enough attention. NSFW is fine also yandere but i guess it's up to you! Please do surprise me! Hope you have a good day and thanks! Love you~”

“Can you write something with noncon cockwarming? I absolutely loved you writing about it, and there isn't enough of it.”

a/n: shindo’s pretty terrible at keeping his hands to himself, especially when there’s an adorable girl that’s just begging to be felt up. possessiveness, noncon, public sex, cockwarming, female reader, train sex, quirk kink, humiliation, mention of daddy/stepbrother kink, creampie, fingering, lemon. 

word count: 2k

If there was nothing else that you could do about having to ride the trains every afternoon, at least you had the chance to stand near the door so you wouldn’t be as squished. Everyone entered and left on the same side, so it was a welcome reprieve to look out the window and watch the scenery go by. Or, scroll for a bit on your phone, as you had wanted to check up on the latest hero news. 

"Excuse me. I'm sorry."

And the presence of the guy standing behind you had faded into the background, awhile after you had stepped into the train and found your spot near the opposite side. The car was bustling with people at this hour, everyone packed in like sardines, and the noise caused many of the more delicate sounds to fly under your radar. So, the brush of the student’s hand against your leg felt miniscule, and his quiet apology even less so. 

The second time was much like the first, though he didn’t bother to apologize again.

The third time was a bit strange.

And when he lifted your skirt from the back, panic rushed through you and the blood drained from your face.

Your efforts to elbow him away were valiant, but you quickly realized that the severe lack of space would only serve to his advantage--and when he reached an arm around your belly to pin you against his chest, you knew from your own trembling hands that something very, very bad was about to happen. 

“Shh. Don’t worry...I’ll be gentle with a pretty little thing like you.”

Sobs choked up your throat as his hand slipped beneath the front of your skirt, and you thrashed to try and slam your legs shut as he started rubbing you through your panties. His strength wasn’t something to take lightly, though, as he seemed to have no issue with holding you steady while he was feeling you up in public. 

“You’ve got such nice, soft skin...you’re like a little doll..”

He cooed into your ear, the train slowing to a stop and people jostling you both as they filed in and out, which only made it more difficult to keep your breathing steady when you were knocked harder against his fingers. Panic, fear, and dread all piled into your heart, and his dark chuckling was not helping as your eyes darted to and fro, trying to see if anyone had heard you or started to watch. 

“Mh...I wanna sink my teeth into you...I want to watch you squirm when I’m tongue-fucking you..” 

Unwillingly, you arched into his touch as you bit into your lower lip, whining in a way that only excited him more as he brutally assaulted your clit with his fingers. He moved so fast, it was almost as if he were vibrating against them--and it was only then that it dawned on you what his quirk might be, as his body thrummed against yours from behind and the world zipped by out the window you were faced towards. 

“I’m Shindo, by the way. You don’t go to Ketsubutsu, do you? I’d remember a blushing virgin girl like you…”

Now with a name to your assailant, you squirmed once again to try and break out of his hold--but instead of being gentle like he’d promised, Shindo pushed you forwards and shoved you hard into the door, your breath clouding against the window as he pinned you between a wall and an uncomfortably stiff place. His hips were strong and shoulders broad like most of the other students in the hero course you knew...and the thought of this pervert studying to be a hero made you sick to your stomach, so much so that you just tried to imagine you were anywhere else in the world right now. 

“You’re lucky...I just love dainty, precious girls like you...girls who’ve never gotten any decent cock in their lives..”

You wished his depraved words would fall on deaf ears, but you couldn’t exactly block them out--his lips brushed against your neck as he spoke, and your hands were occupied against the door, keeping you from collapsing as he ground into you from behind and rubbed you at an even more frantic pace. But soon, even that was enough--and you squeaked out loud as you felt him pushing your panties aside, and slipping his thick fingers past the lips of your dripping slit. Your knees trembled violently now, as he stretched you out and churned you up from the inside, and you only prayed that the wet sounds weren’t nearly as loud to the rest of the car as they were to you. 

“There we go. I’m surprised you’re still a virgin...can’t believe someone’s never bent you over, and tore that pretty pussy in two…”

The tears were visible now, trailing down your cheeks as he took advantage of you and made you even weaker than you were before. You could bear fighting against monsters, and villains, and beasts...but even the idea of trying to fight back against this opponent made you tremble. 

And it only got worse when you felt something obscenely hot prod your slick folds, his fingers finally parting from within you and dripping all over the floor of the train. The adrenaline finally kicked in and you struggled, but once again in vain--Shindo kept a tight hold on you, and still had the strength to smirk against your neck as he put on a faux-reassuring tone. 

“Oh? You don’t want to? C’mon, at least let me put the tip in...it’s the least I deserve..”

He rubbed against you, back and forth and over and over again, wetting the head of his cock enough that it easily slipped against your cunt, bumping hard against your clit and pushing forwards like he was trying to press it inside you. But every time he missed, and the torture went on minutes longer as he played with you like a well-worn toy.

“It’s not gonna hurt...just a little pop...and then you’ll feel so good, I promise, you’re gonna beg me not to pull out..”

His hot breathing against the back of your neck prickled your skin, and you felt every muscle tense and contract as he finally grew impatient enough, and pressed past the taut rim of your gently-used hole. It certainly wouldn’t stay that way much longer though, not when you sucked your breath in through your teeth as you felt his girth stretch you out...the deeper he pushed, the tighter you felt, until your nails were breaking skin against your arms, and he was cursing hotly into your quivering shoulder. 

You didn’t quite hear the pop he had promised, but you absolutely felt your walls stretch to accommodate him, further and more painfully than you’d ever imagined until he finally came to the hilt, and stopped in his tracks. He gruffly muttered obscenities against the back of your neck, and your skin prickled as you shuddered at his warmth inside you, heating you up and filling you in a way you hadn’t expected. Nobody had noticed your predicament, not at all...or, maybe they just honestly didn’t care about you. 

“Hah...you wanna be my girlfriend? I’ll treat you really nice...you can sleep in my dorm, and suck my cock whenever you like...and I’ll make you cum so hard you won’t know which way is up..” 

He spoke softly into your skin, leaving gentle kisses against your neck that were anything but comforting, and he just...sat there. Breathing heavy, holding you close, but not moving in the slightest...and you trembled even harder than you thought possible, snivelling and shaking like a pathetic little kitten out in the rain. 

“I’ll even play out your fantasies...a perfect little virgin girl like you has gotta have some weird kinks. C’mon, tell Shindo...tell your boyfriend what you like.”

Every time he said that dreaded word, you bit harder into your lip and tried to scrub it from your brain. He was a deplorable human being, an absolute reprobate, and he was taking your virginity by force and without your permission...to think of being his girlfriend made you sick inside, and you sincerely hoped he would just die where he stood, and save you the pain of listening to him fantasize about being a couple. 

“You wanna call me daddy? Or...maybe nii-san? Or maybe you wanna get fucked by a bunch of strangers while I watch you…c’mon sweetie, you don’t have to be shy. I promise, I won’t make fun of you..” 

You felt the tip twitch inside you as he spoke, his voice drawling deeper and more lustful than before...and though you turned to try and elbow him away, he suddenly clutched at you tighter and bucked up into you, revelling in your pitiable whimpers and your gentle begging for mercy.

“Please...p-please..”

“..Oh, you’re not even trying to be fair. You think I can hold myself back after hearing such a sweet little voice?” 

Now needing only one arm to keep you pinned, you resigned to your fate as his free one crept up the front of your shirt, fingertips prodding at the bottom wire of your bra before finally sliding past it, and grabbing your breast roughly in his hand. At first it was all touching, his palm big enough to squeeze all of it and leave finger-shaped bruises on the tender flesh, and your nipple rubbing sensitively against his calloused skin...but only after that did it start to vibrate, and you turned your head for him to swallow your moans into his mouth, playfully pushing his tongue past your lips as he massaged your chest and felt you clench tighter around him. 

“Oh, fuck...good girl...you’re such a good girl for your boyfriend..”

He brought a hand up to run his fingers through your hair, as if to comfort you while he was putting you through his own twisted form of torture. At this point, it was impossible to stop the tears rolling down your cheeks--you just wished something would happen, anything, you wanted him to pull out or fuck you hard enough you couldn’t feel anything through the pain...but you just couldn’t take this demented torture any longer. 

“Mh..nii-san loves you, baby girl...that’s my good girl..” 

And somehow, maybe it was because of how much you had been made to suffer up to now, your wish came true. With just a gentle bit of rocking against your behind and soft whispers in your ear, enough that it was unnoticeable, you clenched hard as he twitched and spilled inside you, warm cum sliding past your taut lips and trickling down your weak legs. Shindo waited there for a bit longer still, huffing and puffing against you, but by the time the next stop was coming up he had finally pulled himself out of you, and tucked his cock back into his pants where it belonged. As the shuffle began for people to move out of the train, he snickered and stuck something haphazardly into your hand, before kissing your cheek and moving away to disappear into the crowd.

It took awhile after that to collect yourself. You struggled to move after being stuffed so full, semi-subtly adjusting your panties back to normal, though now they were full of cum that still felt slimy and sticky against your sore cunt. You felt the dampness behind you and realized the asshole had even got it on the back of your skirt, and turning yourself around, you leaned against the unused door of the train to try and hide it as best you could. You knew by the feeling of it that he shoved a crumpled piece of paper in your hand...and as soon as your stop came up and you stepped off the train, you dropped it without regret into the nearest trash can, your cheeks still flushed and brow furrowed as you hurried on home. 

You were definitely going to wish you’d read it later, though. You had no idea how much trouble it would have saved you.

[thefinalcinderella]

Tsurune Book 2 Chapter 4-Unsolicited Statement (Part 2)

The only thing worse than kyudo terminology...is Shinto and Buddhism terminology.

In other words, please enjoy this long-awaited continuation of the chapter, where the boys go to the Amatsu Star Festival in their fancy getup and we learn that Ren is actually Masaki’s stepbrother (not like the anime didn’t already spoil that for us). Also Nikaidou and Fuwa show up (not at the festival)

Glossary here

Full list of translations here

Translation Notes

1. A sekitori is a sumo wrestler ranked in the top two professional divisions.

2. A multi-tenant building here ( 雑居ビル) is a building that houses a mixture of businesses, shops and residences

3. Aratama and nikitama are parts of the spirit (mitama) of a god in Shinto belief. The aratama is the rough and violent side of the god that must be appeased while the nikitama is its normal state. (Thanks yugioh wiki for leading me to the right place)

4. The jousou of a priest is worn at regular festivals. A kariginu is a traditional hunting robe worn by Heian nobles. Basically, what Masa-san is wearing here is what he wore in Episode 10 of the anime (when the boys visit the shrine) except it’s all white.

5. Issun-boshi is a Japanese folktale about a one sun (3cm) boy who kills an oni. It’s similar to Tom Thumb and you can read the gist of it here

6. Jaki (邪気) means maliciousness or evil spirits, and mujaki (無邪気, literally “no jaki”) means innocence.

7. So apparently tsumikegare is a complicated term. Tsumi is sin and kegare is impurity, but sometimes tsumikegare happens to you without you doing anything wrong. In any case it taints your energy and you have to cleanse yourself of it.

8. The ritual Masa-san’s mom is doing is the shubatsu, a purification ritual that takes place before a ceremony. Also, ooasa is more commonly known as onusa, apparently. See one here. The sakaki tree is an evergreen that’s sacred in Shinto and used in many rituals, as well as salt water (entou), which is rock salt dissolved in water.

9. The term kaji ( 加持) is used here. In Buddhism it corresponds to  Adhiṣṭhāna, which refers to receiving blessings from the Buddha. On a side note I pretty much had to guess the translation of this passage lol

10. Joue ( 定慧) is two-thirds of the Threefold Training of Buddhism.  定 is “right mindfulness” and  慧 is wisdom. The third one is  戒, which is virtue.

11. Momote Shiki is a kyudo ceremony performed for those who are turning 20 and becoming adults. It is conducted by the Ogasawara-ryuu, who dress in formal kimonos and shoot two arrows at a target. You can read about one in more detail here

12. A naorai is a banquet during a festival where the offerings made to the gods are eaten. It marks the end of a ritual. Read more about it here

13. A goldfish with protruding eyes is called a telescope goldfish or demekin

14. Nanao makes up the word pazarinko in Chapter 3 of Book 1, where apparently it’s supposed to mean “you’re welcome” It’s the furigana for “了解” which means “got it”

15. Yo-yo scooping is a popular festival game where you fish for small balloons with a paper string and a hook. The balloons you get act like yo-yos I think? 

16. Yakitori is skewered chicken that’s grilled over a charcoal fire.

17. A marebito is a word that refers to a divine spirit or being bringing gifts of luck and happiness from afar. They are usually welcomed with festivals. It’s lso the title of the next chapter

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Countermeasures against the heat were necessary for summer exercise. Kyudo was no exception.

Kazemai High School was located in a relatively cool region of Japan, and kyudo was blessed compared to outdoor sports, but it was still hot during daytime. Although there was a fan, the wind almost never reached them, and so the fan head desolately turned.

In summer, the kyudo equipment also changed due to the heat. Because it was easy for the bowstring to stretch and for the draw strength to weaken if it was a bamboo bow, one used different equipment for summer and winter. The heat had little effect on glass fibre bows, but one needed to be careful as they could deform if one left them inside a car under the blazing sun.

For kyudogi, there were ones used specially for summer in addition to year-round. As the kyudo uniform must not be directly worn on bare skin, an undershirt must be worn, and the style for the bottom was a hakama that completely covered the feet. It was difficult to say that it was a cool getup. People who sweated a lot and the like had their sweat dripping onto the floor during zasha.

At break, Ryouhei and Nanao flapped the sides of their hakama.

“Ugh, it’s so humid since there’s no wind today.”

“The floor’s so steaming hot it’s like there’s indoor heating. My hakama’s getting stuck to my feet with all the sweat, you know.”

“Can you wash hakama?”

“The hakama and obi we wear for practice are made of synthetic fibers, so you can put them in a laundry bag and wash them with a washing machine. If you take them to a dry cleaner’s, it’ll be expensive since they’ll undergo the traditional clothing treatment. Though, the hakama Masa-san wears when he needs to wear kimono is probably made of silk or wool, so I don’t think he can use the washing machine for that.”

“My underglove is also really damp from all the sweat.”

“I hate having a sweaty yugake, so I’m going to air it out when I get home. Although when I say that, I’m just going to spread it out in my room and turn it over. Apparently, it’s also good to put a drying agent in it.”

The two replaced their undergloves that had become damp with sweat with new ones. In the case that one’s grip became slippery with palm sweat, one could also use rice chaff ashes, called fudeko, or one’s own white powder on the left hand.

Seiya handed Minato a towel and a water bottle. The ice made a cool, rattling sound, and the barley tea disappeared in an instant.

“Minato, if it’s not enough I can give you more.”

“Ah, thanks. I’ll have more later.”

“Are you suffering from heat fatigue? It looks like your dad has a lot of business trips lately, but are you eating properly?”

“Mm, I’m fine.”

Kaito, who was next to Minato and Seiya as they talked, knitted his brows.

“Are you mothering Narumiya again, Seiya? Leave him alone, he’s not a little kid.”

“Isn’t it fine? It’s not bothering anyone, and it’s my purpose in life.”

“So you finally got serious.”

“What? Do you want me to mother you too, Kaito?”

“Not a chance!”

“I also don’t want to take care of a child with such a bad expression.”

“I’m not a ‘child’ with a bad expression!”

Kaito finished his water bottle in one go.

Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo had on dumbfounded expressions that said, “Ah, here we go again.” They were completely used to seeing the sketch comedies that Kaito was associated with.

Tommy-sensei asked them to gather around.

“Were you all able to hydrate? Takigawa-san explained this the other day, but what is the method of breathing while shooting?”

Ryouhei answered.

“If you’re concerned about your breathing, it becomes more difficult for you to know how to shoot. Or rather, you can’t do both at the same time.”

“Exactly so. Since the way of dantian breathing used in kyudo is slightly different than the commonly stated dantian breathing, and it is difficult for those who hold the bow and still have a few years to go, it is good to store it as knowledge in a corner of your minds right now.”

“Yes.”

“If I have to be extreme, Japanese archery is lifting the bow up, parting it in both directions, and waiting to release the arrow—that is all it is. Even though just that should be good enough, people do unnecessary and pointless actions. First of all, let’s correct the major causes that produce difficulties for hitting the target. Because when you covet this-and-that, you will not be able to understand why.”

Ryouhei nodded deeply.

“Now then, it will be summer vacation soon and there will be a training camp, but before that, I will give everyone a mission. The gentlemen will be time warping back to the Heian era.”

“Heian era? Time warp? What does that mean?”

“For that, go there and enjoy what happens. The girls will be in charge of seeing that with their own eyes.”

Minato and the others blinked rapidly before Tommy-sensei, who was chuckling.

“Ah.”

Tsujimine High School’s Fuwa let out a sound without thinking.

The person before him was clicking their tongue.

Fuwa was at the bus stop in front of the hospital with his phone in one hand. A man with a muscular figure, on par with a sekitori (1), was in front of him in line, but he seemed to have decided something and left the line. Just when Fuwa was about to close up the gap and lifted his head, he saw Nikaidou right in front of him. They couldn’t see each other due to the large man hiding them.

Nikaidou opened his naturally large eyes even wider. Since their eyes met perfectly all the way here, his face that screamed, I didn’t know you were there at all, was extremely transparent.

He muttered to him, as though resigned to the situation,

“The bus is here. Let’s get on it, Fuwa.”

“…Right.”

They did not talk to each other even as they sat next to each other in the two-person seat. Fuwa still had his phone in hand, and Nikaidou was vacantly staring out the window. Neither of them said anything like, “What a coincidence,” or “What happened?”

The bus arrived at the nearest station fifteen minutes later.

Although Fuwa intended on naturally parting from him in this way, Nikaidou indicated his destination with his chin.

“Come.”

Without saying “What a pain,” he followed Nikaidou to the fast food restaurant on the first floor of the multi-tenant building. (2)

Nikaidou silently lined up at the register.

"Welcome. Will you be eating here today?"

"Yes."

"Then, may I take your order?"

"I'll have one of whatever is the most expensive thing in this store."

"Okay?"

The cashier was immediately bewildered.

As he was getting second-hand embarrassment from what he was seeing, Fuwa went to the second floor seats.

After a while, Nikaidou showed up carrying a tray. Apparently he couldn't carry it by himself, as employees were following him. The tray was piled high with food, so it did not look like it was for two people at all.

When the employees left, Nikaidou sat in his seat and spoke.

"Here, eat."

"Is that how you offer food to someone?"

"Just shut up and do it now!"

Forced by pressure, Fuwa reluctantly took a bite of a hamburger.  He had actually snatched food in the hospital room he had visited, so he was not at all hungry. When Fuwa finished eating one, Nikaidou looked relieved. He himself finally took the food as well.

Ah, so this is hush money?

Fuwa guessed.

It probably meant that he was not allowed to reveal that they ran into each other at the hospital. He couldn't ask anything about this matter. Furthermore, he is telling him to infer all of that. What a self-centered guy, he thought, but he stopped pressing it. Having him be quiet with this signified that Nikaidou trusted him greatly.

Nikaidou was hiding the fact that his uncle Shigeyuki was in hospital from the club members. Perhaps Shigeyuki asked him not to tell anyone. And Fuwa knew that Nikaidou had been visiting him frequently. That kind of thing would be divulged by someone close to him, and that information source was Nikaidou's younger brother. Because he knew, he was careful not so that they would not meet, but they ended up doing that regardless. In that sense, this whole situation was Fuwa's mistake.

Fuwa had a certain special quality.

It was the ability to get information even without seeking it.

Even though he wasn't extending an antenna from himself and collecting information, the things the people around him hid or wanted to hide entered his ears. He noticed that when he received a piece of coloured paper from his homeroom teacher at his elementary school graduation ceremony.

It was a collection of messages for the graduation ceremony, but among the trite and hackneyed phrases like "I'll do my best even after I graduate," he was unable to take his eyes from the words written by one girl.

Fuwa-kun has long ears, so bad things about Fuwa-kun are the only things I was afraid to say—.

He couldn't believe his eyes when he first saw that. He had no interest in the conversations of girls, so he never strained his ears for them. And in the first place, saying that he had "long ears" was in itself a loose-tongued thing to do. It may have happened that he did not notice the girl was hiding something and inadvertently said it aloud.

From then on, he began to be careful about his speech and conduct. He avoided topics that seemed like they would infringe on privacy as much as possible, and did not left out anything that he heard. It felt like the number of people who one-sidedly talked to him excessively increased, perhaps because he devoted himself to the listener's role. There were many people who wanted to talk, even without him asking. They could not help but vomit out the words that they kept close to their chests.

In addition, there were also many times when he accidentally overheard and learned something. The other day, he learned why Nikaidou often wore a white hoodie. When he went to the school infirmary, there was a health report there forgotten by the nurse. It was written that Nikaidou Eisuke was hypersensitive to light, and that if he was exposed to ultraviolet rays for a long time, it would cause skin inflammation.

And, there was another thing. He knew Nikaidou's secret—.

Ootaguro had also vaguely perceived it, and only Nikaidou himself thought it had not been found out. Ootaguro was not as meatheaded as Nikaidou thought he was. Nikaidou was smart, but lacked objectivity. He couldn't see himself very well.

Fuwa stuffed his mouth with his last bite, then washed it down with coke.

"Alright, it's all eaten."

"Ugh, I'm not gonna be eating hamburgers and fries for a long time."

When they exited the restaurant, Nikaidou pointed above his head.

"I'm gonna be stopping by the store up there."

"Oh, then see ya."

Nikaidou smiled, looking satisfied, and climbed the steps to the store.

Fuwa looked up at the sky.

The sound of a flute could be heard, and faint lights emerged.

At Yata Shrine, the summer festival called the Amatsu Star Festival was currently underway. Along the long stairs that stretched from the torii gate to the front shrine, bamboo tubes with the tops diagonally cut were arranged with lit candles inside them. The swaying flames were like whispers, enticing people to where the sounds were.

Sway, sway.

O marebito, o heretic gods.

Are you aratama tonight, or nikitama? (3)

Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo, dressed in yukata, stopped at the top of the steps.

"Wow, the stairs of light are so beautiful!"

"Look at the interior. It's still continuing."

"Let's go."

The lights flickered, as though beckoning them. They passed between the bamboo tubes and looked back, and saw a river of light.

"Are the boys going to be here soon?"

Hanazawa confirmed the time.

"I wonder if they successfully completed the time warp."

"The girls' mission is to see it with our own eyes, after all."

The three giggled as they headed for the front shrine.

The five boys of Kazemai High School were also visiting Yata Shrine, but they could not afford to enjoy the festival. They first thing they did in the morning was to do an ablution ceremony by bathing in cold water (misogi). They also refrained from eating meat and fish since yesterday.

On this day, Minato and the others were wearing colourful kimonos and hakama, looking just like Heian nobles. Masa-san was dressed all in white. The ordinary vestments (jousou) of a priest was a dyed and patterned kariginu, a hakama in a colour that corresponded to the priest's social position, a cap called a tateeboshi, a ritual baton (shaku), and shallow clogs (asagutsu), but the kimono was all white with only a little decoration at the cuffs. (4)

In actuality, Yata Shrine was reviving the ritual "matoi" (target shooting), which had died out, and the Kazemai High School Kyudo Club boys were serving the roles of the archers.

Minato moved awkwardly in the clothes he was unaccustomed to wearing. The weights of the pure silk kimono and the practice clothes he usually wore were different, and he took care not to make it dirty.

"Masa-san, are we really going to be okay? We're wearing these flashy kimonos and hakama, and shoes made of wood. We're doing rissha, aren't we?"

"The target is big, and you'll be fine if you move as you practiced this morning. Exposing your chest in summertime is troublesome since your kimono sticks to you with sweat, but it works as a natural cooler."

"In the first place, why is it that except for the one priest, everyone else are boys from ages twelve to eighteen?"

"In ancient times, Yata Shrine was a shrine thatwas connected to the practitioners of Shugendou, and the purpose of 'matoi' was to exorcise vengeful spirits. As you can see from folk tales like Momotarou and Issun-boushi (5), 'douji' (boys) are said to have the power to exorcise demons--evil spirits. And in the ancient documents left at Yata Shrine, it is written that the archers are chigo, that is, young trainee monks with unshaven heads at Buddhist temples. The discussion of wanting to revive it has been brought up by the parishioners for a long time, but I only got enthusiastic about it when I talked about it with Tommy-sensei."

"So 'innocence' is the opposite of 'vengeful spirits'. (6) But why would there be young monks at a Shinto shrine?"

"Before the Meiji era, there was the syncretism of Shinto and Buddhism, in other words, Shinto and Buddhism weren't distinctly separated. Apparently, it wasn't unusual for priests to double as monks."

"Oh, I see."

When the festival music (matsuri-bayashi) ended, the archers and parishioners, with Masa-san at the head, stood before the shelves that held rice, salt, water, sake, fish and other offerings to the gods. The parishioners were serving as the kaizoes. The target (oomato) was made of flattened reeds that were woven together, and a piece of paper put on top of it had the character for "demon" written on it.

They received a purification rite from Masa-san's mother, who was a priest, to purify their sins and impurities (tsumikegare) of their mind and body. (7) She shook the ooasa, a rod of plain wood with shide (zigzag paper streamers) attached to it, left and right and left again, and then a sprig of sakaki tree was dipped into entou (salt water) and sprinkled. (8)

Masa-san walked a few steps ahead of the line, and then knelt (kiza) with a bow and white-feathered arrow in hand.

He chanted with a resonant voice.

Upon careful consideration, what one would call a treasured bow of divine empowerment (9), is something that strenuously exerts the virtues of joue (10), clears away the mob of hindrances,

And defeats the evil forces that block the way to samsara. Indeed, there is nothing that surpasses a divine bow and secret arrow for a vessel of expelling evil forces.

Now, the five great dragon kings have descended upon this dojo and will establish barriers that will block these evil spirits…

When he stood up, he had his bow and arrow in his right hand, and exposed his chest by slipping his kimono from his left shoulder. With both hands, he reverently held the bow parallel to the ground and then pointed it towards the target (mato-tsuki). He gripped the bow in a slanted position and drew it back to its limit, and then released the arrow.

His next arrow also hit the center of the target.

When Kaito, the oomae, lifted his bow, Ryouhei also lifted his own bow without missing a beat. After him, Seiya, Nanao, Minato and Masa-san imitated Kaito’s movements.

Kaito slowly brought the head of his arrow close to the target.

“Aiiiiiie!” After he shouted his yagoe, his arrow flew towards the target.

After him, Ryouhei also released his arrow with a “Yah”, and Seiya, Nanao, Minato and Masa-san followed.

Aiiiiiie, yah!

Aiiiiiie, yah!

The yagoes crawled along the ground, the sounds that violently cut through the wind being linked together.

When the six shootings were over, there was a big round of applause from the spectators.

“What was that? Were those Kazemai students who were shooting?”

“Holy crap, that was amazing! We can take pictures, right?”

The female high school students who were watching as a way to kill time were in high spirits. Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo, who were watching over them, were also leaning forward in excitement.

“Since they called it a ritual, I was wondering what they were going to do, but wasn’t it pretty cool?”

“It really did feel like we time-warped back to the Heian era.”

“They were moving similar to the Momote Shiki of the Ogasawara-ryuu school.” (11)

While the worshippers were chattering noisily, Kaito drew his bow tightly once again. There was a dignified air surrounding him.

The yagoes were shouted one after the other.

Six voices.

When the last shot brought down the demon, a thunderous round of applause arose.

After they finished their greetings, Minato and the others changed into their regular clothes.

Tommy-sensei met them with a smile.

“You’ve all worked hard on your mission. Congratulations to everyone for safely returning to present-day. You all looked very handsome.”

The parishioners also gave them words of appreciation and gratitude.

“What a mystical ceremony it was, as though we became lost in an older world. Many of us parishioners are getting on in years, but the ones who will create the future are you young people after all. Now, now, eat up.”

“Then, itadakimasu.”

They took the food before them. At the naorai (12), Ren was also there along with the parishioners, going around pouring alcohol for each person. A naorai also had the meaning of cleansing the body obtaining the offerings to the goods through eating and drinking the offerings and sake at the end of the ritual, but at Yata Shrine it had a strong sense of a party given in recognition of a person’s services.

It was a long-awaited and precious festival. They also wanted to go around to see all the stalls.

After talking for a while, the boys stood from their seats, leaving the adults who were drinking.

It was a complete transformation from that refined world, and they flocked to the area lined with red lanterns. The scents of sauces and sugary things mingled together. Nanao was called out to by girls as they passed by him, and he answered them with smiles. They went halfway down the row of stalls, when Minato and Ryouhei decided to take on the target shooting stall.

“I think I’ll aim for the sweets on the right. What about you, Ryouhei?”

“I see. I’ll be aiming for that mascot ‘Reclining Kaehru-kun.’”

“Alright, then, it’s a match.”

The two carefully aimed and pulled their triggers. Despite Minato bombarding it with bullets, the small box of sweets did not fall down. He persistently continued to shoot, and when he thought that it finally fell, he was disappointed when he was told that “it doesn’t count if it doesn’t fall behind the shelf.” As Ryouhei declared, he got the “Reclining Kaehru-kun,” and handed it to Nanao.

“Oooooh, this is amazing! Thanks, Ryouhei. Let’s go over there next.”

The group went to the goldfish scooping stall next.

Nanao and Seiya, with Kaito between them, were standing by.

“Seiya, Kacchan is a master at goldfish scooping.”

“Oh really? Show me what you got.”

Kaito’s eyes glinted. A daring smile appeared on his lips.

He readied his scoop in his right hand and the bowl for the goldfish in his right, and then passed his scoop under the water. He quickly slid it sideways and got one fish at the start. He then got a second one, a third one, a fourth one, and then the bowl was filled with goldfish before they knew it.

“Good job, Kaito. Alright, I’ll try too.”

Seiya gently put his scoop in the water and chased the swimming goldfish, but the fish escaped before he could put them in the bowl.

“Aaah, it got torn.”

“Seiya is surprisingly crap at this.”

“Sir, one more turn.”

Seiya paid the fee.

“Kaito, teach me your secret.”

“Watch closely, okay? First, you gotta put the whole scoop into the water. You should scoop by aiming for the fish at the surface and moving horizontally as much as possible, and making sure that the tail is getting on the paper.”

As he was saying that, he caught another one. Even the man at the stall said, “Give it a rest, kid,” with a wry smile.  Perhaps because he listened to Kaito’s advice, Seiya got two fish this time.

Nanao kept aiming for the bigger fish, but at the end he did not catch a single fish. He returned his torn scoop to the man and pointed at one spot where the goldfish were crowding together.

“Kacchan, get that black fish with the stuck-out eyes buried under those red goldfish.” (13)

“Hmm, it’s big, and that location is ugh.”

“You can still do it, can’t you? Get it, get it!”

“Can’t be helped.”

Badgered by Nanao, he reluctantly attempted it, but his paper scoop got torn when he got close to the fish.

“Ooh, what a shame, kid,” the man at the stall said with a pleased face. They decided to bring back only three fish, and Nanao chose a fish to his liking. In the meantime, Minato and Ryouhei went to take a look at the neighbouring stall.

After they received their goldfish, Kaito looked around.

“Narumiya and Ryouhei aren’t at the stall next door at all?”

“Aah…, this happened a lot back then. Whenever those two are at a festival, they really get into it and disappear before you know it. Well, it’s fine.”

“Huh, it’s really ok? You not clinging to Narumiya, I mean.”

“Yep. Today, I’m sticking close to your side.”

Kaito recoiled from Seiya, who was smiling with his eyes narrowed.

“Hah? Why’s that?”

“In this kind of place, the possibility of you rather than Minato getting caught up in trouble is much higher. And you have even less self control when it comes to Nanao. As you wished, I shall specially take care of you today.”

“When did I wish for that!?”

Next to Kaito, who was scratching his head, Seiya was ready to burst into laughter.

“Okay, I texted Minato and Ryouhei our meeting location and time, so let’s walk around together.”

Nanao responded, “’Kay, pazarinko (14). Where should we go next? The turtle scooping stall?”

“Turtles, huh…those things get huge in the future. We can’t bring them back with us.”

“I wanna get big too.”

“Then, milk scooping?”

“Ooh, maybe! Moo-moo scooping~.”

“That’s not even a thing! If you’re talking about scooping, there’s yo-yos and gemstones.” Kaito answered, getting worked up and taking the joke seriously. (15)

The three disappeared into the crowd while jostling.

At the same time, Minato and Ryouhei had also noticed that they had lost sight of their friends, and looked at their phones.

"So we're meeting in front of the shrine office. There's still time until then. What do you want to do, Ryouhei?"

" I wanna eat yakitori. (16) You mind if I line up at that stand over there?"

"It's cool. I'll wait under this tree."

Minato left the lively avenue lined with stands, heading for the zelkova tree.

The rhythm of the festival music could be heard in the distance. Since from the morning he had been busy with the setup of the oomato and learning how to strip during a rissha ceremonial shooting, observing the festival from a little further away also wasn't bad at all. The flickering of the river of light pierced his eyes.

Just when he was about to twist off the cap of the plastic bottle in his hand, someone with their hand raised approached him from the front. At first he couldn't recognize their face since it was lit from behind, but it turned out to be Ren.

"Hey, Minato-kun. We sure do meet a lot."

"Ren-san, is it okay for you to be here?"

"Trying to drive me off, eh?"

"Ah, no, I was just wondering if it's okay for you to not be at the naorai."

"Oh, it's already in the final stage, so they probably wouldn't know if just one person is missing."

Ren stood next to Minato and similarly twisted the cap off his plastic bottle.

"How's it going with kyudo practice?"

"Thanks to having Masa-san teach us, I think everyone improved, as well as me."

"I heard that you were taught by a sensei who is famous in the kyudo world. Aren't you unsatisfied with Masaki?"

"That absolutely isn't true! Saionji-sensei and Masa-san are both my precious teachers. If I never met them both, I might not be shooting a bow today."

Ren suddenly laughed, but there was something cold about the way he did it.

"Really, that's good to hear. Masaki had been worried for a while. He told you that 'If you don't fix that bad habit, the more you shoot, the more it will hurt,' but he worried that he should have said, 'Once you fix that bad habit, you will get even better,' and that he made a mistake in how he should have said it. Thinking that there’s nothing good about a coach who lowers his athlete's motivation."

"Eh, he was?"

"Even for those who teach, there's actually a real anxiety about whether or not what they are doing is really okay. Masaki did kyudo for many years, but as a teacher, he's a beginner. Everyone's an amateur for the first time they're doing anything. Studying, exercise, the arts, work, raising children—everything has a first time."

"—That's true."

People wavered whenever they are doing something. Even if they weren't aware of it, even if they weren’t in pain or suffering, they were always making choices. Even after the time of the initial resolution, in the end they still didn't know what was the correct answer. One could only cast away doubts such as if there was another choice, and go the way one believed in.

Minato asked something he had always been curious about.

"Ren-san, you don't do kyudo?"

"Yeah, I don't. There was a time when I thought I'd try it, but I missed the timing."

"So Yasaka-sensei didn't encourage you to do kyudo."

"Uh huh. I was already a full-fledged adult, and I was the child of his daughter's second marriage partner, so he probably refrained from doing that."

"...What?"

"You know Masaki's mother remarried, don't you? I'm the kid from my dad's previous marriage. I'm not related to Mom and Masaki by blood."

The wind blew, and the flames swayed all at once.

The leaves rustled and wriggled.

Minato groped for something to follow up with.

"Ren-san, are you trying to surprise me again? Even I won't fall for it anymore."

"Oh, so Masaki didn't tell you. Well, maybe he didn’t bother telling his student about it. It's about unrelated people after all."

Minato very much remembered his thirst. The scar on his left flank ached.

Ren always spoke like there was a hidden meaning in his words, but he really couldn't see his true meaning this time.

"Minato-kun, I actually hate you a little bit. I thought that when Masaki finished his ten-thousand shots, he could be freed from our grandfather's binding spell, but he relapsed back into being bow-crazy. He was about to go on the same path as the grandfather he avoided so much."

"Is it bad to love kyudo?"

"I don't think it's bad, but I do think it's constricting and uncomfortable."

Minato wanted to refute him. No, you're wrong.

Masa-san, Shuu, and Minato were certainly struggling, and might be suffering, but those shouldn’t be all that there was.

"Masa-san's tsurune is really beautiful. I don't believe it's the sound of someone who is shooting in suffering. I enjoy shooting a bow. It's frustrating to not be able to do things as they go in my mind and not getting considerably better, but even so, I love kyudo."

Ren's eyes stayed the same, with only his mouth smiling.

"It is said that Yata Shrine's Amatsu Star Festival is perhaps for appeasing Amatsu-Mikaboshi, who is branded as a malevolent god. For my home, you are a marebito—a guest. Nobody knows if you are a good spirit or an evil spirit." (17)

"Ren-san..."

"Fufu, you are too amusing... It's a joke, I'll be leaving my little brother in your care."

Ren lifted a hand and left.

Ryouhei showed up in his place, bringing along Seiya, Kaito and Nanao.

Minato blinked his eyes from the dazzling, diffusely reflected light.

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[kariachi]

”So, we’re gonna start today’s Martin Mystery rewatches with The Vampire Returns. Should I have listened to more of the Young Frankenstein soundtrack during lunch in preparation? Probably. But here we are instead.

I love how this show always specifies the exact time shit starts going down. For instance, in this episode, 10:32 pm CEST

~~

Good on Lady Soulsucker’s date for paying enough attention to notice when the girl he’s out with grows fangs and her eyes start glowing. You don’t see that often enough.

Aw and then she takes the daintiest bite of apple with teeth bigger than Date-Dude’s face.

I wonder how they got out without being noticed... can’t remember if the vampires in this episode can do the ‘turn to fog’ thing. Sure I’ll find out later.

~~

Diana sitting there with a book and a crowd of impressed young ladies. What are you showing them, Diana? Did you make this book yourself? Did you mother write it? I can’t think of a reason for the ooo-ing and ahh-ing going on otherwise. Either that or you managed to attract a pack of lesbians and they are trying to get in your pants.

...ya know I’m kinda all for the idea that Diana has unwittingly attracted a chunk of Torrington’s lesbian population and they are all trying to smooze in the awkward way that only a young gay can manage.

Also hello Tonio, it’s nice to see you. I’m going to have to include you in this in some way, I believe, given the location and also that this is a fic for nix.

Martin, Martin, sweetie, no. You are not getting that girl. There were actual sparkles coming off her, you don’t deserve that sort’ve quality. Plus, ya know, she sounds like your brand of nerd isn’t her style. I know the saying is “aim for the moon, if you fail you’ll land among the stars” but let’s be realistic for five seconds

Tonio can see this disaster coming from a mile away.

Amber is not having it, solidly unimpressed. I’m shocked.

You think the girls at this school ever rate the boys and just, give Martin a solid 6/10 for effort and moxie alone? “We wouldn’t date him, but at least he’s entertainingly stupid.”

Amber’s look of shock and concern at the idea of Martin enjoying studying. Like she’s about to call in the Psi Psi Psi girls and Diana, clearly their moron has fallen ill. Diana, meanwhile, is just pissed and I can’t decide whether the idea that this is because Martin is lying to get a date or because ‘has he been lying for the past our entire lives’ is funnier.

Though, given we’ll be working with witch!Martin for this it’s not like he’s lying. He just doesn’t like studying, well, anything they teach at Torrington. (Although I am still a big fan of the idea that he’s perfectly bright and just doesn’t apply himself like, at all.)

Martin don’t growl at your sister, you’ll get enough chances to in season 3.

And Amber trying to let him down easy.

~~

“Very rare, and totally irreplaceable” and you, all the way into season 2, are going to work with them, in your office, immediately after calling in Martin- known disaster and Destroyer of Projects? I swear you’d think MOM wanted her crap ruined. After a point you have no one to blame but yourself.

Martin no.

I repeat, MOM, no one to blame but yourself. Most people with an ounce of sense would stow away the shit they didn’t want destroyed when the guy who keeps destroying shit was called in.

Diana no. You’re being sent on a mission not a fucking river cruise.

~~

Introducing, the world’s scariest tunnel of love. First condoms in the water, now people going missing, this dude is just done.

Well Lady Soulsucker just fucking demolished that place didn’t she. Godsdamn, forget shutting it down because people disappeared, shut it down because it’s officially a safety hazard.

Okay, access hatch in the ceiling, that explains that.

...Okay but Martin isn’t entirely wrong with his assessment here? Something strong and nocturnal is right on the nose, and while the werewolf and half-beast-half-humanoid (and I love he uses that word specifically) hybrid guesses aren’t quite right, they aren’t far off the mark. He brought his A game today.

Diana, darling, kids playing practical jokes generally don’t leave fair rides completely demolished in their wake. That is not a normal occurrence.

Java about to eat half-consumed food off the floor like child did Diana not teach you better than that? I wouldn’t be surprised Martin didn’t but Diana?

500 year old saliva. This is the sort’ve ridiculousness I expect from this show. What, did Lady Soulsucker not swallow, spit, or brush her teeth since she escaped her coffin? Was she going around with 500 years of no brushing on her breath? Of course she’s got vampire hypnosis it’s the only way she could get a date.

Vampire goes rwar at children, flees into the sun to escape capture. Also he may need some heavier clothes, those don’t seem to be keeping the sunlight out.

~~

Martin no.

Billy making himself useful. Helping them follow the massive flashing clue that is the vampire’s clothing.

Martin slow your jock-ass down

Martin no, purple isn’t your color.

Okay, can I just say here that Lady Soulsucker looks fucking weird? She looks like a haunted porcelain doll. Or a shitty oc. Here, a theme song to go with her.

Question, why is there a surf shop in the middle of Paris? Is Paris big for surfing? A true French sport?

Oh, yeah, Simone, I forgot her name. It’s very French. Also dude chill.

Diana will not be stopped by some weird hyper-jealous dude.

She also, ya know, looks like a fucking corpse. But yeah, the reflection thing is your first clue something’s up.

He doesn’t see her, he doesn’t hear her, he doesn’t smell the 500-yo morning breath. I claiming him as an anosmiac by the way, the flag is in.

Welp. I can’t decide whether this feeding was more or less extreme than the last one. I mean, this time was pretty fucking hardcore, but last time she demolished an entire fair ride.

Simone, sweetie, have you considered that if you are looking for a specific guy maybe, just maybe, the way to go about it isn’t to just eat whatever random dude happens to be within hypnotizing range? Just a thought?

“He needs help, I’m going in” Martin says right after watching a guy get eaten by a vampire, proving that while he may not be the moron we deserve, he’s the moron we need. Diana, on the other hand, is a voice of reason and doesn’t deserve this shit.

Lucky those clothes were there to break your fall, Martin.

Martin, after dropping from the ceiling into a vampire’s feeding ground, alone: Don’t make me fuck your shit up! Simone, seeing this: Oh yay it’s my moron! Speak of the devil!

Am I saying Gerard was probably just as much an impulsive dumbshit as his great-x-grandson? Yes. Yes I am.

“Clever, and brave.” And a complete moron of a dork. “Just like my Gerard.”

“And just as handsome” it’s nice to see the looks keep in that family? I don’t believe Gerard got the floaty hair though, but his hair looked stupid so really Martin has the advantage there.

Vampire minions are strong, holding back Java with one hand.

Vampire true love is apparently very sparky.

Well Diana, at least you saved the watch.

~~

Martin gets abducted by vampires, Billy immediately must run to the scene.

I’d be impressed with your strength, Java, if those doors hadn’t looked 70% fallen in before you got to them. You could’ve probably gotten the same result from a hearty cough on them.

Gerard=Martin w/o floaty hair or modern fashion. Don’t know why the portrait is in black in white.

You’d think Billy could’ve taken the thirty seconds to read a brief overview about the woman while he waited for Diana and Java, but no.

No wonder Gerard looks weird, there’s not even a splash of warm color in that outfit. And warm tones don’t do Simone any favors. Coordinate your fashion better, people, you’re vampires for fuck’s sake! What would Mike say!

How do we know about genes from a 15th century vampire? Also I note she says ‘relative’ and not ‘descendant’, but I’m not in the mood to dig into that.

Billy you are literally a galactic conqueror, but your big boy underwear on and get in the basement.

Let’s be real, Diana, that’s just a sibling thing. You go into horrible places to save them so you can give them hell about making you go to a horrible place to save them.

How many minions has Simone gotten together? Like, the clan hasn’t been renewed yet, so... When did she get the time? It’s been like 24 hours

Okay, that explains new guy A, what about B and C over there, who look like they stepped out of Robin Hood? where they sealed in with you? Is this the old crew?

Simone, queen of the night and motivational speeches.

Martin you can’t just call on a specific guy, poor thing probably had a heart attack. “Fuck, my Lady’s new consort has beef, fuckfuckfuck” but no, you just want some fucking fries. And Simone is fucking loving it.

~~

Okay, so we know some of them sleep upside down.

It’s nice to see vampires can still be active sleepers.

Hissy vampires on all fours

Vampire!Martin is perfectly fine with being an evil trophy husband

Vampire!Martin standing there like “yeah, you rule the underworld, babe, rocking it!”

~~

“Do you know how much grief I’ll get at Torrington if my stepbrother comes back a vampire?” Would it really be that much more than you get just for having him as a stepbrother in the first place?

A vampire lord consort and yet still, at heart, an annoying brother

Simone: Get me back my fucking moron and we’re all screwed!

Tell me that’s like, Diana or Java’s dirty sock because I’m fairly certain even Martin doesn’t deserve to have his own stuffed in his mouth

And Simone becomes a massive fucking bat beast. Fur, muzzle, little winglet-dealies, big ears, big teeth, no tail...

Okay, yeah, Java’s sock, cool

Those are some seriously dirty windows. Or, well, were.

Sunlight burns everybody but also burns Simone to fucking ash right quick. Which then removes the curse on her victims.

Also I wanna know more about this apparent vampire gene. It is of much interest, especially given next episode will be dealing with werewolves and in some folklore werewolves when killed become vampires, so...

~~

Martin. No.

Amber really. Either you were setting him up or you yourself are dense as teak.

Oh Martin... stick with spies and monsters, honey