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Satsuki is distressed that her girlfriend is hitting on Sakura
#tsukihime#melty blood#fate stay night#back alley alliance#satsuki yumizuka#riesbyfe stridberg#sakura matou#not tagging the background characters
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is this anything
#melty blood#tsukihime#sion eltnam atlasia#riesbyfe stridberg#satsuki yumizuka#white len#back alley alliance
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back alley alliance more like. uhhmmm um back alley lesbians idk :[
#Melty Blood#Sion Eltnam Atlasia#Riesbyfe Stridberg#Satsuki Yumizuka#Back Alley Alliance#ouuuhhuhhh gya women....
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Considering (as far as I'm aware) we never see it in canon, a fic about Sion and Satsuki meeting and forming the Back Alley Alliance would be cool
Good for them
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Something with the Back Alley Alliance (yes, all three of them, and yes, they must be poly)!
Melty blood time!
Edit: now with a fill!
#anonymous#prompt#melty blood#back alley alliance#sion eltnam atlasia#Satsuki Yumizuka#Riesbyfe Stridberg#polyamory#femslash
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#YES theyre from melty blood but this is from back alley alliance nightmare which is the melty blood x fgo crossover manga#so#it counts#sfw#fate series
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Satsuki Yumizuka is the normalest girl in the world and that's what makes her so special
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Praise be thanks to the algorithm which chooses which picture to show me when I hover and lock the start button
#oh no it's a I better look iver my shoulder and make sure the ciast is clear#with JoJo I am like hey look at her... she's all yours#like the cup being full per Cosmic alliance conversation#I deserve to be able to drink you without worrying about manufacturing it with my hands#the hidden hand? I have a few#from the tower of diagon alley#I am like man she really found a teasing angle to fuck with me#wait no cigarette needs a double check though#I am udderly mesmerized#I want to sing ba ba black sheep except never get past baba as you drop them into my mouth#and then watch when I don't give it back though babababa mmmmmmm#mm mm mmmmm....mm mm...mmmmmm...MMMM#*pop* 😏#just la la la on the jewelry#her: 🥺 hypnotize me daddy#I am like yeah I am still good at summarizing things#you are quietly just like let my short name french have it bro#me: caught him again today though#a bottle a day by the Doctor's bay he sees the way#my small ego is like fuck you it's all mine#but I am like no we wait until she presents herself for Satanic rituals#magic#well we eventually summoned all the demons back that were serving the low swine#how? oh I don't know Hell's Generals usually know how to order them around.#yes though I am sure it is my favorite burrito who sits and daydreams a lot of this shit into the the ability of being presented#me: uh well he already made three games since grad time#and I hear he could make money with that and I am like.....he doesn't like CEO's#fresh razor....76% job and slight neckbeard#nothing quite like watching him pit on a Pair of gloves though#the expressive nature of ah yes this is glove here
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YEAH YEAH YEAH. genuinely life-changing, unquestionably the best thing to come out of the company
like the kiss is cool and all but there's so much more going on. Melty Blood X was super Satsuki-focused so this focuses more on the other two. Ries is more minor than Sion but what she gets is great and Sion's arc is so good that it can effectively be the end for these three if we never get another story focusing on them. their best possible future is the one where they're together. it's perfect
The Melty Blood Back Alley Alliance Nightmare manga is probably my favorite thing Type-Moon has produced. Everyone should read it immediately
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ALLEY ALLIANCE 🐈 this year’s halloween collab with @comicspasta (her lines my color) ✨ available as a print here this will be the 6th jake/pasta halloween collab ⚡ first one was back in 2019 before we were dating and this year we got married 💗
"your jacket is worn ragged from years of keeping you safe, and all the souvenirs you can’t seem to let go of are weighing you down. dirty puddles collect on the asphalt of the alley, reflecting red-tinged moonlight. it’s hard to find a living creature out of doors these days. it’s even harder to find a friend. Maybe that’s why, when the three-eyed alley cat paused to look your way, you held its gaze. maybe that’s why when it moved on, you followed. maybe that’s why you ignored the warnings. maybe it’s the best choice you’ll ever make."
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Scarab by StudentOfEtherium (@studentofetherium)
series: Tsukihime, Melty Blood, VesalBlood
pairing: Back Alley Alliance
characters: Sion, Satsuki, Riesbyfe
tags: AU, love confession
synopsis: Satsuki tries to confess her feelings.
[original prompt]
#fill#melty blood#back alley alliance#sion eltnam atlasia#riesbyfe stridberg#satsuki yumizuka#femslash
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STRANGER (iv) -KAZ BREKKER
tags: @beekeepingageissome @shadowzena43 @nikfigueiredo @mp-littlebit @starmansirius @hadesnumber1daughter // previously / next
Pairing: Kaz x Davina Rollins (enemies to lovers)
Word Count: 6,626
Summary: The Bastard of the Barrel faces off with the Snake. On neutral ground, the start of the potential alliance shines through. The only problem is if it can cut through the tension.
You slammed Kaz against the wall hard. Maybe harder than you needed to. The impact shifted the hat he wore and you wanted to smack it off his head. You twisted the fistful of his jacket for a tighter grip. Your forearm was pressed against his chest and your knuckles were pressing at the high collar of the button-up under the jacket.
Your other hand was firmly against his mouth. Your fingers were pressing into his cheek, feeling the presence of a faded scar on his skin and the hammering pulse in his veins. You could feel his shallow breathing, both from the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the exhales from his nose.
He was rigid under your pressure. His arms were locked at his side, a death grip on his cane that you thought would snap it in half. His eyes were bigger than dinner plates and it was as if he was trying to become one with the wall behind him.
“Are you insane?” You hissed. “Lions prowl the Barrel more than you and the Crows. You call me that and it could very well end with a bullet in my chest.”
He said nothing, but it felt like he was trembling.
“Yes, it’s not nice when someone else has you pinned.” You continued. “I ought to rid myself of you right now.”
More silence, as if he had shut down.
You rolled your eyes and released his jacket. You reached under your cloak and freed your knife, holding it against his throat instead.
“Will you speak now, hmm?” You taunted. “Or have you forgotten your Kerch?”
It may have been the clouds hiding the sun, or the depth of the alley you ducked into, but you were convinced you had seen his eyes go glassy as if he were fighting tears. His breathing had grown faster, shallower. You worried his heart may give out.
What had you done?
All the Saints, Davina, how did you break him?
“Kaz?” Your brows furrowed. “Are you alright?”
His eyes darted to the hand on his mouth before back to your eyes. You saw a thin sheen of sweat beginning across his features so you carefully withdrew both your hands. You put them up in surrender, or maybe apology, and took a step back.
His eyes closed and you saw the heavy sigh of relief. He tilted his head back against the brick and he slid down, dropping to the unceremonious thud. His cane clattered lightly beside him and he pulled his hat off, holding it tightly between his gloved hands.
Carefully, you knelt in front of him. You swallowed your nerves as you put your knife away. You shifted your position so your back was more towards the streets and you adjusted your hood so your face was more visible.
You hesitated, both wondering what was happening and how you were supposed to react. You could tell that he was losing himself in thoughts, something haunted, but how were you supposed to bring him back to the present?
Or felt like you were caught in some intimate moment, some vulnerable instance that you were never meant to see.
You considered the childish nickname you had for him. It would be easy enough to say, but you wanted to at least pretend you had maintained your secret identity.
“Brekker?” You tried instead but he wouldn’t open his eyes. You reached for his arm, to try and place a comforting hand, but he jerked his limb away from your touch as soon as your hand touched his sleeve. “What’s…”
“Do not touch me.” He bit out and you nearly flinched.
“Is there any way I can help?”
“Keep talking.” He said tightly. “Please.”
“If this is some ploy to get me to give you intelligence on the snakes.” You snapped.
“It isn’t, Vina…”
Vina. The nickname he decided he would use instead of Davi. It hit your chest like an anvil and you sucked in a gasp. You were equal parts glad he still remembered and surprised he used it.
“Fine…” You forced out and nodded, buying time to think about what to say. “Well, I’ve been thinking of learning Ravkan. I think language is the one thing I hadn’t had a tutor for as a child. Saints, that sounds terrible, like I were a merchant’s daughter.” You wrinkled your nose in disgust. Not that your true parentage was much better.
“Oh but I do wish I had a tutor for more grace, to move and float like the Suli. Their abilities on the high wire or the trapeze are just magical, don’t you think?”
What were you supposed to say? You had no idea what else to yammer about so you simply pretended you were just two people catching up, and in a way, maybe you were.
“Not to say I can’t stick a landing or a balance across a parapet, but I feel as if it’s just amateur. Perhaps I’m being overly critical of myself.” You shrugged. “I am self-taught in most regards, which is impressive if I say so myself, but dammit all if I cannot do some of the tricks the Wraith can do. I envy her for that.”
Among other things, like Dirtyhands’ favor.
No. Even though you had silenced it, the little voice wouldn’t stay away long.
“You envy the Wraith?” He finally spoke. His voice was tight, like an elastic pulled too tight, and rough like it had been dragged across East Stave. His eyes were finally open, though he was staring blankly at the wall across from him.
“She moves with such grace and fluidity.” You confessed. “Such sure-footedness. It’s as if she’s never questioned where to step or where she’s going.”
“You say that as if you don’t.”
“I know what I want.” Mostly. “But I’m not sure if it will be all I want.”
“What is it that you want?”
Looking at Kaz, with that brief crack in his armor, it made you reconsider what you had told Melli earlier. There is nothing between Kaz and I. And she was right, he was very pretty. But it also reminded you of something else. Kaz was just a man, and all men could fall.
You didn’t want that, though. At least, you didn’t think you did.
“That seems to be the question, other than to see my father’s empire burn, of course.” You nodded. “What just happened to you?”
“Nothing to concern yourself with, Hood.” He said flatly. You could tell there was the intent of anger in the words, cool danger that was supposed to threaten, but it was missing. Maybe purposefully so. “Why are you visiting Zenik?”
“For a chat.” You shrugged. If he wanted to switch personas, you could too. “She makes me laugh, and given the life I choose to lead, I could use it.”
“And the boy?”
“Who I choose to tumble is none of your concern.” You snapped, pushing to your feet, and noticed he looked as if you had struck him. The expression was quick and you had nearly missed it. You stepped over his outstretched legs and reached down, picking up his cane and tossing it between your hands. “I could ask why you’re shadowing me and what you hope to learn, assuming you don’t have everything figured out already, but I won’t. Because unlike you, my friend, I can see when I’ve hit a wall I cannot yet beat down.”
You offered a hand to help him up but he batted it away. You made a face to yourself and turned your attention to some imaginary lint on your cloak while he worked to stand. Once he was on his feet, you handed the cane back and you noticed his purposeful avoidance of your hands.
“Have you been to your new business venture recently?” Kaz asked. A casual enough question, but a question from Kaz was never simple. Every inquisition was a loaded blow, ready to strike for information.
“No.” You confessed, pulling your hood down to hide in the shadows it created. “I intended to stop by later. Why? What have you done?”
“Do you think me so underhanded that I wouldn't give you a day to enjoy your purchase?”
“Well, considering it has been a day since, yes.”
“Your gambling hall is unscathed.” He shrugged and you glared at him. “But there is a neat little message waiting for you.”
“Is this some coy way of saying that you’ve repainted the facade with blood?” You asked wearily. “Or you’ve hung Dime Lions from the gutters?”
“Now that would be a sight, wouldn’t it?” His eyes shone with the thought. “But alas, I haven’t.”
“Then what’s the message?”
“Well, that’d spoil it.” He feigned a frown and you thought of stomping on his meticulously polished shoe. “The Wraith went through all the effort to deliver it herself.”
“Now I’m sure it’s a body. If it’s not Pekka Rollins, you can take it back.”
He smiled at the idea and it was a smile of pure malice. That was who the Barrel knew as Dirtyhands, and that was a man you could fear. However, you maintained composure and showed no sign of backing down.
“Or maybe it’s the ring.” Your eyes caught on the flash of silver chain around his neck. You smiled slightly. “I wouldn’t have thought you one for sympathy, Dirtyhands.”
“Clearly you don’t know me the way you think, Hood.” He waved a hand.
You made a small noise of disagreement and shrugged your shoulders. He cut you a sideways glance and you saw his hands shifted over the crow’s head of his cane. You thought of the weight it carried when it banged into your ribs, the precision he used to slice your cheek, the all over danger the adorned stick held.
“You should know…” You began, backing out of the alley. “If you speak at all on that name and my appearances again, I’ll have to cut out your tongue.”
“Is that right?” He asked in amusement, as if he were playing a game with a toddler.
“Yes, quite. I’ll cut it out, shove it down your treacherous throat, and then I’ll slit your neck open and watch you choke on your tongue and drown in your own blood.” You threatened. “What a sight that would be, hmm? Oh, and then I’ll dump your body at the Wraith’s feet.”
“I can only imagine what she’d do in return.” He mocked, feigning a shiver. “Besides, I could give you the same warning for what you’ve seen here.”
“But you won’t?” You asked hesitantly.
As he walked by you, he tapped the crow’s head against your arm in some sort of silent message. You nearly pulled a blade on him, or at the very least stuck your foot out to trip the bastard.
But you did nothing. Once he was out of sight, you let out a long sigh. You had no idea what was going on anymore, but you did know one thing. You had to figure out what was waiting for you at the gambling hall, courtesy of the Dregs.
When Kol met you outside, his eyes were alight from using his powers. He was grinning, rubbing his fingers together as if they were covered in something you couldn’t see, and the excitement was radiating off him. You brought him with you to retrieve the message before returning to your building.
You brought it to your office and called Melli in. She insisted Kol stay. She said that you needed more people in your inner circle than just her and a Corporalnik was as good as anyone. You waved a hand and dropped in your chair while she opened the door and called him back in.
Your cloak was still fitted in place and your arms crossed under the dark fabric, hood still sitting low on your forehead. You stared silently at the envelope, seeing your name across the front in a tall, slanted script. You doubted it was the Wraith’s or Haskell’s. No, something about the letters told you it was Kaz who wrote it.
You shivered.
“You’re staring at it like it will speak to you.” Melli commented.
“Or like it’s going to bite her.” Kol joked.
“Maybe it will.” You answered flatly. “You never know for sure what Dirtyhands is up to.”
“Don’t you?” Melli teased but you refrained from turning a glare on her. You heard her huff a loud sigh. “Oh for Saint’s sake, Dav, you can take the hood off. You look like you’re part of that cult.”
“A cult?” Your eyes came up.
“There’s rumors of a small cult in Ravka, devoted to the Starless One… The Darkling.” Kol filled in, a deep frown settling across his usually bright features. “They think he should be named a Saint.”
You reached up and pushed back the hood with both hands and Kol gave you a thankful smile. You nodded slightly and used a finger to spin the envelope. You pushed it towards Melli and she took it with greedy fingers.
“They’re demanding a meet at the Exchange.” She read, her eyes moving along the words, paper gripping in both hands. “Three days from deliverance of the letter, but there’s no exact date. Otherwise they’ll protest the sale of the gambling den.”
“Of course.” You sighed. “It’s my understanding the Wraith delivered it last night, meaning today is one day since.”
“So the night after tomorrow.”
“Hand it here.” You held a hand out and Melli handed you the note. You read it over, noting the specifics of his wording. “He’s calling for me to show up…”
“You as in Davina or you as in the Hood?”
“It says ‘The Snake’ so I’m guessing Davina.” You tossed the paper to your desk and ran a hand down your face. “Kol, how well can you Tailor?”
“Small changes, usually last a few hours.” He gave a small, almost apologetic shrug.
“Good enough.”
“What are you thinking?” Melli chimed in.
“It calls for me, but it doesn’t say to come as I am.” You smiled slightly. “Kol, you’ll Tailor me to look more like my father, as close a resemblance as you can.”
“I’ve never seen your father.” He shook his head.
“I have a family miniature around here somewhere.” You waved a hand. “Melli? Would you be willing to be Tailored to look closer to me as I am now?”
“To be the Hood.” She understood, though she paled at the idea. “Wouldn’t you want your cloak? As protection?”
“I have the other armor. I won’t make you do this if you don’t want to.”
“I just worry that Brekker will know.” She reached for the cuff of her long sleeve before freezing and folding her hands neatly behind her back. “He may not believe the illusion.”
“He has no proof to make any accusations. And I’ve already given you my word, Melli. I won’t let him harm you.” You hoped honesty came across in your expression. “Besides, an untrained Heartrender may be just as dangerous as a trained one.”
Kol stood a little straighter. “I’ll protect you both as best I can.”
“As kind as that is, let’s hope we won’t need it. I believe there’s no weapons in the courtyard, so that may deter any idiotic ambushes.”
“Didn’t you say the cane was what gave you that scar? If he brings that, he has a weapon.” Melli argued.
“Yes.” You answered carefully. “But I can try to hide a blade or two. Worst case scenario, I’m caught and Stadwatch takes them.”
“Very confidence inspiring, thank you.” Melli grumbled.
“You can tell me no. I won’t be offended.”
“Can I think on it?”
“Of course. Let me know the morning of… And do we still have the paperwork to rename the den?”
“Yes, in my room.” She nodded.
“I don’t think we’ll name it Sixth Sense. It’s too niche.”
“What then?”
“Poisoned Rook.” You shrugged.
“A rook is a crow.” Kol commented.
“Exactly.” You smiled. “If it’s in Dreg territory, why not make it a jab at them?”
“I like it but wouldn’t it anger them?” Melli asked.
“Very likely, but that’s the point. Mel. And we’ll commission someone to design a crow being caught by a snake, maybe even bitten by the snake.”
You noticed their concerned expressions.
“This summons is a show of force, an attempt to bully us. They have us outnumbered and they know it.” You explained. “But I am my father’s daughter and if it means anything, it means that I will not be pushed around by Kaz Brekker.”
“I like that fire in your eyes.” Kol said with a mischievous smile of his own.
The days came and went and you were seated in your office while Kol did his work. Your scalp tingled as the color of your hair changed and it bunched itself into tighter curls. You saw from your peripherals the dark, shadowed red turning to a burnt copper color, as if it was mixing your mother’s and father’s color. His fingers brushed your cheeks and bridge of your nose to adorn scattered freckles. He adjusted your brows and lashes to match in hair color and he even shifted your eye color. Small changes to your face shape, rounded cheeks like your childhood and a different curve of your lips.
You almost didn’t recognize yourself when you caught your reflection.
“Kaelish features in all their glory.” You rolled your eyes, fitting your protective vest into place. “Do you want to change anything on yourself?”
“No.” He shook his head, a confident look in his eyes.
“Alright.” You nodded. “Melli will be seeing to the name change paperwork so without her, they’re likely to ask about the Hood. Do not answer them, for anything really. I’m not sure who Brekker will bring, so be ready for anything.”
He nodded and you two were on your way. You made it to the Exchange at about the same time Kaz did. The posted Stadwatch nodded you through after a brief glimpse over your persons.
He didn’t find the retractable blade cuffed around your wrist or the thinner knife stashed in your boot.
You wore no mask, deciding your Tailored features were enough. You cleared your throat and dawned your best Kaelish accent.
“Pleasure to see you boys.” You nodded to them, noticing only Kaz and Jesper showed up. “What, no Wraith tonight? Or is she watching from above?” You glanced to the rooftops, Kol kept his eyes trained on Kaz.
“No need.” Kaz said simply, though there was a slightly puzzled look in his eyes.
“Don’t tell me I’m not worth the trouble anymore.”
“This is a friendly chat after all, Davina. Besides, you don’t have your Hood.”
“Forgive me, but you seem different.” Jesper cut in, eyeing your red hair carefully. “I swear on all the Saints your hair was darker.”
“Bit of Tailoring is all.” You shrugged. “It’s not as if my father isn’t recognizable and I’m trying to build something to take him down. I can’t exactly do that if I’m his spitting image, can I?”
“So you’re Tailored now or you were before?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Kol bit out.
“Now, now.” Kaz clicked his tongue in disappointment and you noticed he sported a plain walking stick instead of the crow-topped cane he usually used. “You may want to keep your little guard dog on a tighter leash.”
“I suggest you try not to piss him off then.” You countered smoothly. “He bears no Snake.”
“He stands at your side, doesn’t he?”
“What business, Brekker? You leave a note like a spook and then dance around your demands.” You pressed. “You let your friend do all the talking for you?”
Kaz took a step forward and you did the same. Jesper hesitantly reached for his friend before he thought better of it. Kol didn't move.
“I could say the same for you, Snake.” Kaz answered. His eyes flicked across your face and you saw him examining the new features you sported. He made a face when he got the freckles.
“What. Business.” You repeated, adding more force to your words.
“The gambling den you’ve acquired is in Dreg territory.” He began, tapping his stick with his words like a metronome keeping beat. “Before, Haskell let it go because Rollins was the owner.”
“Yes, dear old Dad was very proud of the ‘thorn in Haskell’s side’ that the place was.”
“Ten percent a week.” Kaz said flatly, all business at that moment.
“If Haskell wants money he could’ve bought it out sooner. What’s the real point of this attempted tax?”
“Profit.”
“Papa said the place was a pisspot, hardly any profit to be made.”
“Why’d you buy it then?”
“To piss you off, clearly.” You smiled. “And a jab at Rollins. Six percent a week or ten percent a fortnight.”
“We aren’t here to barter, Dear.” Kaz shook his head. “Ten a week.”
You itched to flick out the blade but you held back.
“The Kerch love to barter.” You said instead and gestured to the large building of the Exchange behind you. “Their patron is all about profit and you’re no better. I see your game.”
“Do you?”
“You want to try to drain my coffers so we’ll need to come to you for aid.” You scoffed. “Eight a week.”
“Ten.”
“No.”
You saw the flash of Jesper’s pistol handles at his hips.
“As I said last time.” You spoke to Jesper over Kaz’s shoulder. “Never unarmed are we, Fahey?”
He grinned, fingers grazing his pistols affectionately, before you turned back to Kaz.
“You want to catch us in some short-sticked deal that gives you power over us.” You said simply. “I may not have the numbers of the Dregs or your experience, Dirtyhands, but I’ve watched my father enough to know better. Ten every fortnight.”
“Fifteen a fortnight.”
“All of the Saint’s.” You groaned and ran a hand down your face. “What will you offer us in return? You’re biding time, for either some dramatic reveal or some alleged last chance offer to force my hand. What is it?”
You felt the back of Kol’s hand tap yours, an unspoken question that you ignored.
“Your lives.” Kaz shrugged.
“You can’t kill us here.”
“That won’t stop us as soon as you step out the Exchange.”
“Kaz.” Jesper tried but Kaz held up a gloved hand. “This wasn't the plan.”
“I think it was.” Kol spoke firmly. “Dirtyhands doesn’t offer fair deals.”
“He’s a quick study, isn’t he?” Kaz spoke with faux admiration and you gave him a sarcastic expression. “Tell me. How goes it with Nina, hmm?”
“She’s a very lovely woman.” Kol gave a small bow. “I enjoyed our time.”
“Leave him be.” You cut in with a raised hand of your own. “We came here to make a deal, Brekker, so let’s make it. Tell me what you really want from me and my snakes, then I’ll consider what percentage of the Rook’s profit you can hold.”
“The Rook?” Jesper asked, ignoring the look Kaz gave him.
“Well, the Poisoned Rook to be exact.” You smiled and Kaz’s glare turned to you. “An omen of a bird to some, but it’s simply homage to the gang that lets us make a nice little den there. And the poison is, of course, a snake bite.”
“Clever.” Jesper nodded, his weight shifting between feet as his finger drummed the handles of his pistols. “But not very nice.”
“Or smart.” Kaz bit out.
“You know what they say, worthless parents makes stupid kids.” You shrugged and flicked your hair over shoulder but you couldn’t ignore the way the tension had risen in the square.
You were suddenly highly aware of Kaz’s body language. His shoulders were set, head high and challenging. Both hands rested atop the cane, fingers twitching and tapping. You liked that you were grating his nerves, wearing him down to something, but you didn’t know if you really wanted to see what that something was.
Kol was a solid presence beside you. He was less than a step behind you and his arm brushed yours. There was a jittery feeling from him, as if his powers were crawling to the surface with a demand to be released. To be released at your command.
“I’d like to reach a deal tonight, Brekker.” You gave a small nod. “We all know you are a man that can make life very easy or very difficult in the Barrel. My father can attest to that, I assume?”
He said nothing, only raised a dark brow. You inched forward, leaning in slightly so only he heard your next words.
“You think I don’t remember what he did.” You spoke lowly. “But I do. You think I hate him for the fun of it? He took your brother from you but he took you both from me.”
“Did you even notice?” He asked in the same hushed tone but there was a sadness laced into his words. “When we were left to die.”
Your eyes found the chain around his neck. Trailing your gaze asking the length of it, you saw your ring neatly tucked away. “A story for another day.”
You leaned away and took a half step back, just to be able to look him in the eyes.
“Twelve percent every fortnight.” You offered, holding a hand out for him to shake.
“Thirteen.” He countered.
You sighed slightly, knowing there wasn’t much else you could do. You could sit there and go back and forth with Kaz all night over single percentages, having Kol and Jesper sitting at the ready in case either of you got too testy, but it wouldn’t be worth anything. You glanced over your shoulder at Kol but he simply shook his head, not looking at you. You didn’t need him to speak for you to know what he was trying to tell you.
Do not give in to Kaz Brekker. Not now, not ever.
“I…” You trailed off, looking back to Kaz. “You’ve backed me into a corner.”
You folded your arms over your chest, feeling the hard material of your hidden weaponry at your wrist.
“So it seems.” Kaz said, sounding bored.
“But you also have some leverage you haven’t used.” You realized, eyes catching on the silver chain around his neck. “It makes me wonder what else you’re hiding.”
He offered you a slight smirk. “I assure you, Davina, that I have no tricks here tonight.”
“Tonight.” Kol repeated.
“I agree.” You pointed in Kol’s direction for a moment. “What’s to keep your tricks away after tonight?”
“Trust.” Kaz shrugged, as if it didn’t matter.
“Listen, Davina.” Jesper said, taking a step closer. “Can I call you that?”
“What else would you call me?” You asked plainly, head tilting slightly.
“Right.” He grinned. “Kaz may be a cheat and a liar and a con and a-”
“Yes, he’s a sparkling personality.” You cut in gently. “Is this intended to inspire confidence?”
“I agree with Vi-” Kaz began before he sharply cut himself off. “Davina.”
Jesper gave him a questioning look, and you assumed Kol did the same, but all you could do was smirk. The Zemeni boy shook away whatever he was thinking and turned back to you.
“My point is that while Kaz is every terrible thing you’ve heard about him, he is still a man of his word. If you two manage to strike a deal, he’ll honor it.” He nodded firmly, wholeheartedly believing in Kaz.
“I admire your trust in your leader.” Kol offered and you felt his hand press lightly against the small of your back. “But will the rest of the Dregs? Will the Wraith?”
The action caught Kaz’s attention and he narrowed his eyes in Kol’s direction. You could’ve sworn you’d seen a new fire ignite in his stare, jaw clenching and his chin raising in a silent challenge.
Interesting.
“Kaz?” You said, drawing his focus back to you. The anger in his eyes seemed to soften and you stared in quiet suspicion for a moment. You let the idea leave you and redirected your thoughts to the deal at hand. “I know you understand that I need this deal to beneficial to me and my snakes in some way. What can you truly offer?”
Before Kaz could answer, a new voice cut through from the far end of the Exchange and you all turned towards it.
“Well, isn’t this a sight?” He announced and the sound of his voice reminded you of the way his bullet tore through your shoulder.
You growled quietly and flicked your hand, the blade shooting free at your wrist. Kol came around you to be one step in front of you. Jesper had drew a pistol in a move so fast you didn’t see it, just the light gleaming off the carefully polished weapons.
You had to admit, they were a beautiful piece of craftsmanship.
Jesper caught you admiring his weapons and he shot you a wink.
You all seemed to ready yourselves for a fight, everyone but Kaz.
“Tell me you didn’t.” You tried, hating the desperation in your voice but unable to keep it out. “Kaz, please.”
“Only the previous owners can protest a sale.” He explained and your heart sunk. Any hopes of a true deal that night were squandered almost immediately. “Given your father was the majority owner, it was quite simple really.”
“Bastard.” You hissed and turned back to your father’s approaching figure. He seemed to have come alone, but you didn’t trust he didn’t have Lions in the shadows.
“Hello, daughter.” He smiled and you sneered slightly. “You seem different.”
“I grew into those Kaelish features, just like you said I would.” You spat and his movements stopped as he reached you two.
“And the boy with his hands up must be the one who made you look the way you had when we first met.” He nodded and you hated the way he spoke about Kol. “He almost had me convinced. You looked so much like your mother.”
“Yet you were still able to shoot me. You would’ve killed me.”
“So you come running to this wretched urchin?” He laughed. “Little Boy Brekker can’t protect you, Davi.”
“I don’t need his protection.” You shoved past Kol, your blade glittering in the pale moonlight. Shining, like something divine from your wrist. “I put my own knife in you, without help from a Corporalnik or Brekker or anyone.”
“Which reminds me.”
He threw your blade at your feet and you slammed you foot down on it.
“Consider it a peace offering.” Your father shrugged. “Took four sessions with a Healer to truly mend that wound so I tip my hat to you.”
“Peace?” You laughed. “There is no peace with you, Father. The only peace is death.”
You looked to Kaz and he was already studying you. The thought that this was all for him to learn something about you, that you were simply an investment or entertainment, made yout stomach turn.
You wanted to scream at him, to curse him and threaten him and beat him bloody. But you did none of those things. You did nothing because it wasn’t his fault you felt betrayed. He had called your father to protest, but he had never said anything towards your side. He never claimed he would be your ally, your friend, or anything other than a problem. You had convinced yourself that there was potential in your allegiance, that the ways he looked at you or the way he spoke had meant something more was at least possible if not likely.
Your endless fawning is going to get you killed.
Maybe Melli was right. Maybe Kaz had managed to con you to your own execution.
But you weren’t going to be the one to tell her that.
“Fine.” You huffed. You tucked the blade, slid the cuff off, and handed it to Kol. Kneeling down, you reached for your other blade. It had been cleaned of your father’s blood.
Kol was kneeling beside you, reaching for your hands. You pushed the handle into his grip instead.
“What are you doing?” He asked quietly. You peaked up and saw Jesper speaking to Kaz in the same low tone. You couldn’t hear what the boys were saying, but Kaz’s watchful gaze was flicking between you and presumably your father. “Davina?”
“I won’t risk you or Fahey for whatever scheme Brekker’s lured us into.” You shook your head. “Take those back to Melli, tell her what’s happened. She knows what to do.”
“You can’t mean that.” His eyes were wide and pleading.
“I do… Stay with her as if she were me. And tell her she was right. I shouldn’t have put so much faith into Kaz.”
“I wouldn’t dream of leaving, but I… I can’t let you do this.”
You felt your pulse flutter, carefully slowing. You blinked in surprise and then reached out to shove Kol to the ground. The quick motion broke his focus and your heart beat normally in your chest. You stood tall, feeling the other blade settle in your boot, and glared at Kaz for a moment.
“Kaz, may I employ your sharpshooter for a favor?” You asked tightly.
“Employment requires you to pay him.” He answered carefully.
You scoffed and reached into your boot. You pulled the blade out and tucked it into a sheath along your vest before pulling three folded bills. You held it between two fingers and raised your brows expectantly.
“His decision then.” Kaz gestured to Jesper.
“All I ask is you walk my friend out the courtyard.” You said.
“What? Davina, I-“ Kol tried.
“He will not raise a hand or his powers towards you because that may be considered cause for war between Snakes and Dregs.” You said pointedly to Kol before returning focus to Jesper. “You’ll be safe as a baby swaddled in their mother’s arms. He just needs to leave and then you can do whatever it is you planned.”
You held the money out to him and he looked to Kaz in hesitation. Kaz shrugged so Jesper reached for the money. You handed it over without a word and he led Kol away. The Heartrender looked over his shoulder once and you waved him away.
You turned your glare back to Kaz/
“And how does this end now? A three way deal where you still end up taking majority.” You snapped as you began crossing the grounds to stand across from your father. Kaz was keeping stride beside you and the urge to kick his cane out from under him had never been stronger.
“In all truth, Davina, I was hoping our deal would be done before it go to this.” He answered, but you no longer trusted anything he said.
“That’s why the Wraith isn’t here. She’s watching the bought Stadwatch.”
He said nothing as you approached your father.
“What business?” You said flatly to him and you felt Kaz stand closer to your side. You wanted to jerk away to ensure distance, but you didn’t want to give your father any ammunition against you.
You were on your own in that courtyard, but you didn’t need to advertise it.
“My gambling den.” He said simply. “I want it back.”
“No.” You shrugged. “Make me an offer and I’ll consider selling you a few shares.”
“I am majority owner of that place, Davina. You cannot take it from me.” “You were the majority owner but you signed it away.” You shrugged. “If you go to the Exchange in the morning and request to see the paperwork, you’ll find your signature. Nice and neat, with just enough flourish to roll your eyes at.”
He scoffed. “I never would’ve sold it to the likes of you.”
“And yet you did… That’s what the paperwork claims, at least.”
“Forgery.” He realized. “You wretched little girl.”
“Thank you.” You smiled. “I learned it from my father.”
His hand raised and you shifted your feet, widening your stance to take the hit. His fist slammed your jaw, head jerking to the side as you stumbled slightly. You laughed to yourself as you faced him again and a horrified silence fell over the Exchange.
“How much did it cost you, hmm?” You wiped your thumb along your bottom lip and it came back wet, a small collection of blood from where your lip split. “To buy off the Stadwatch.”
“I’d pay it again in a heartbeat.” He practically snarled.
“Come on then.” You taunted. “Get your money’s worth.”
His fist collided with your stomach and you doubled over. You reached for your sheathed blade but both of his fists slammed against your spine and you dropped to the floor, the knife clattering to the ground. You scrambled for it but his boot came against your side.
One. Two. Three. Four. Hard kicks hitting your stomach, stealing the air from your lungs, feeling as if they were bruising your organs, threatening to crack your rib. You found your blade and threw yourself on your back, propping up on your elbows, and crawled backwards. You were desperate for space to get to your feet despite every breath you took feeling as if you had no room in your chest for your lungs anymore.
You saw the bottom of his boot aiming for your head so you rolled out of the way. Your other hand shot out and gripped his pant leg before you gave a hard yank. He hit the floor with a satisfying thump. Once you cleared your father’s reach, you felt two hands under your arms hauling you to your feet. Turning your head, you saw gloved hands on you and you jerked out of Kaz’s grip.
“Touch me again and I will-” You tried to threaten when a shot cut through the courtyard.
The bullet landed in the cobblestones a few inches from where you stood. If you had still been on the ground, the bullet would’ve ripped through your body. You spun towards where the bullet came from and you saw a blur of a small figure darting along the roofline.
Inej wasn’t trying to save you, but Kaz made sure he did.
“My thanks to your Spider.” You muttered to Kaz, empty hand reaching to hold your pained stomach. “We won’t reach a deal while he’s here.” You gestured to your father with your knife, who was getting to his feet.
“So it seems.” Kaz said thoughtfully, scanning your figure quickly. You saw his gaze catch on your midsection.
“You had to have seen this coming.” You reasoned. “He shot me last time I spoke to him.”
“His mistake.” He shook his head. “You’re stronger than he gives you credit for. There are as many tales of you as there are me. He’d do well to learn them.”
“They’re tales, Brekker. They don’t mean anything.”
“There’s enough truth in all of them.”
“Right, well, that doesn’t answer how we get out of this.”
He offered you a smirk and your brows furrowed. He raised his cane and after a moment, the Exchange’s courtyard erupted into a flurry of bright lights. Some were colored, others dazzling. You stared in awe, though you had to squint through the sudden luminance. There was a fine powder coming from some of the bursts but you didn’t have a chance to interact with it.
Kaz grabbed your arm and dragged you away from the scene, leaving your father covering his eyes and yelling to no one.
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and after you read AACC, you should also read Melty Blood X and Back Alley Alliance Nightmare, the latter of which has a lesbian kiss! (not featuring Satsuki, but the other two girls in her polycule)
two qeustion 1. why is everyone hype for this tsukihime thing
and 2. is this girly in it because i need more of her
1. well other than tsukihime being great and also nasu's first visual novel, he confirmed that he's been working on a remake since 2008, with it leading it to the first two routes being released since 2021 (if i remember well) but only in japanese, now it's getting an english translation during 2024 which is the thing that everyone's talking about. it's also a huge deal due setting a nice example to potentially start having more and more visual novels localised with official english translations. try reading the original tsukihime btw, it's so so so worth it and probably the remake will hit even better if you end up liking it
2. YES ♡ sacchin didn't get to have her own route in the original tsukihime, but this time around she will so, she's surely gonna be more included in the story, tho if you'd like to see more content of her in general, i would suggest you play melty blood actress again
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