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beelzerog · 10 months ago

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RANT - The Leopard-Eating-Face Party

So I'm listening to the news and commentary as I'm working this morning and it always amazes me the hubris of the MAGA crowd, but I guess that's been their problem in the first place.

Like Trumpy says "I'll be a dictator for just the first day", and they cheer. Now on one hand, I see their point. A dictator can get things done. A benevolent dictator is usually the most efficient form of government. The problem being that you're not always guaranteed a benevolent dictator and if you do get one, there's no guarantee that the next one will be the same. History kinda shows that almost never happens. A benevolent dictator is rare and a benevolent successor is even rarer.

So it's obvious, the MAGA crowd wants things done and if Trumpy's a dictator, those things will get done (though history hasn't exactly been in his side for promises kept). Of course, he'll say "Oh, everything isn't finished, I need one more day". And one more day. And one more day. Until it's four years later and he'll say "Well, we have more to do, so I need another term." And I'm sure, if the country isn't a smoking wreck already, they'll give it to him... or by then, he'll just take it.

But the hubris is the idea that a Trumpy dictator won't affect them... or at least affect them negatively. You think some of them would have learned from before. Queue the video clip of the midwestern elderly woman complaining that Trumpy is "hurting the wrong people". They don't care that people are being hurt, they just want 'the right people' to be hurt. They don't realize they will be the first affected when the jobs go away, when the economy tanks, when the weeding out of who isn't sufficiently loyal to the Trumpy regime starts to look at their own ranks, when the world turns their backs on us and Trumpy will be forced to threaten the world with nukes in order to get them to pay attention to him, like the stubby little dictators he looks up to.

The MAGA crowd also likes the idea of Christian Nationalism. "One Nation, Under God" and all that. First of all, they never specify which version of Christianity they mean. To them, Christian is Christian, it doesn't matter who. The only thing you have to worry about is the 'fake Christians'. But who's the fake Christian? I mean, maybe all of these denominations should get together and agree on what Jesus said and what he meant when he said it, then come back to the rest of us and proselytize. Get your story straight first (not that Christianity is the only religion that has this problem. But I'm not worried about a Buddhist Nation or even the scare-tactic Muslim Nation in the US). Because I see a whole mess of problems if the Christian Nation ever gets brought into being. A lot of the people who cheered for it and prayed for it and voted for it are going to suddenly find out that they are not sufficiently Christian in the eyes of the new regime. That the Jesus that supposedly rules the nation is not the Jesus they know. And suddenly they are in the camps with the rest of us heathens, wondering what went wrong.

A lot of MAGA hubris comes from the same place; they believe they are the norm, they believe that what they believe is simply logical & common sense, and they believe they are the majority. A friend of ours frequently tells my wife to not use herself as the baseline when thinking about things and this is the same flaw in the MAGA thinking.

First of all, they are not the majority. Trumpy lost the popular vote, the vote of the actual individuals, by almost 3 million votes the first time and over 7 million the second time. The only Republican that has won a majority of popular votes recently was the re-election of George W Bush. And the only one previous to that was the election of his father, George H.W. Bush, 16 years before. They are not the majority. And when you stack them against those who vote Democratic and those who just don't vote and the number shrinks. The US barely gets over 50% of eligible voters to vote. The 2020 election got the highest percentage of Voting Eligible Population ever, with 66.9%, meaning out of the 239,247,182 eligible voters, only 159,690,457 showed up. And where do you think those non-voters fall? I'm guessing they are not MAGA supporters. I mean, maybe some. There's a certain number of the population who show up for rallies and protests, but don't actually vote. But I'm betting you that the vast majority are not MAGA. And even if you only went with the voters who voted, they are outnumbered by at least 7 million currently.

But if they are the majority (and this is an old trope. Nixon spoke of the Silent Majority, those who just work day-to-day and don't get involved in politics, who would rise up to support him) then why do they whine about persecution? Well, that's a good question. This is part of the reason that they easily believe in stolen elections. "If the country is as logical and common sense as me, why don't our people win? Must be a conspiracy! Must be illegal votes and giving illegal immigrants the ability to vote so that they steal the election. Yeah, that's it!" You also notice that the people that they blame are usually considered a numerical minority. A small group of Hollywood elites, the Deep State (non-elected government employees secretly making policy), the Jews, etc. They can't be the minority themselves. They just can't! Because that would make them wrong. And they can't comprehend that they might be wrong.

I'm not sure what else to put here. I think one of the reasons why the country seems to divided is that we've all been outed. You & your neighbor or your co-worker may have not talked politics personally, but we now see each other's FB posts and re-Tweets and suddenly we know who is the "flaming liberal" and who is the "fascist conservative" and it's now set everything on edge. We thought everyone around us was like us and now that's been blown up. I think the MAGAs, deep down, realize they are the minority and that's why they are so loud and violent. They claim to be fighting to preserve their way of life from 'immigrant hordes' and 'woke minorities', but somewhere in the back of their lizard brains, they know they have already lost and it's driving them mad.

#ranting #fuck maga #diaper don #screaming at the void

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pretty-setter-bois · 4 years ago

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elephant in the banquet hall

request; please do a continuation of this!! i love it!! 😭

summary; the long-awaited prequel to elephant in the room — how a small interaction in hong kong led to an awkward tension, which might even lead to something more.

word count; 3343™

warnings; none, just a bit suggestive, an almost-car accident.

sequel

“I’M BACK NOW.” haru announces, subconsciously tugging at his collar.

“welcome back.” kamei greets, barely looking up from his screen.

“welcome back! how was hong kong? you ate a lot of yummy food, right?” saeki interrogates.

he pauses for a second, blushing a little. “n-not so much...” he hands over a bag of mooncakes. “here's a gift for you guys.”

“wow! these mooncakes look so tasty! let's all have some!” saeki beams, taking them out of the bag. “huh? it's already open.

“sorry, i ate one as my share.” he apologizes, his tone anything but.

“you're so greedy. you ate a ton of delicious food, and on top of that you snacked on our gift?” kamei looks up to glare at him.

“i'm telling you, i didn't get to eat any good food.” haru sighs.

“but wasn't there a party at some fancy hotel after the symposium?”

“yeah, there was a party, but...”

KATO WALKS UP to you and daisuke, a plate in his hands. “i'm starving... i finally managed to get two slices of the roast beef... i usually don't get to eat expensive cuts like this.” he eyes his food, earning a small chuckle from you as you eye your own plate. “huh? aren't you going to eat?” he turns to daisuke.

“no.” daisuke deadpans.

“what's wrong with you? here, i'll give you a slice. i waited in line for 10 minutes for this, so eat it with care.” he puts a piece on daisuke’s plate.

the black-haired man is reluctant, but takes a bite nonetheless. he immediately places his fork down, patting his mouth down with a napkin.

“this is so tough it's inedible. the quality of the meat is bad, and it's overcooked.” he begins to complain.

“what? stop complaining and eat.” haru furrows his eyebrows, something he did a lot around the millionaire. “someday, you're going to get what you deserve.”

“i'm heading over to a different restaurant now. do you want to come?” he asks, standing up.

“i’m fine, thank you.” you smile.

“this is plenty good for me, see you later.” haru says, cutting his food.

he walks off, leaving you and haru alone.

“sheesh, he's such a jerk... how do you raise someone to be such a picky eater?” haru rambles, and you laugh again.

“don’t get mad at him. why didn’t you go with him, anyway?” you ask.

he turns his head towards you, taking in your appearance. you look stunning — not that you usually don’t — and he forgets that you’ve asked him a question.

“kato?” you ask again.

“oh, uh, i didn’t want this food to go to waste.”

i want to stay with you.

you finish your food, drying your hands on the warm towels the banquet had gifted you with and popping the peppermints they gave you in your mouth. you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

on the other hand, haru is stopped by a man on his way out. “hello? are you from japan?”

“huh? oh...” kato switches languages. “i'm japanese.”

“i would like to ask about the police box system in japan.” the man states.

“in japan...?” haru tilts his head, confused.

"yes, about the police box system.”

"s-sorry...” the taupe-haired man apologizes, unable to comprehend ‘police box system’.

he hears a voice behind him, turning his head to find you.

“oh, the police box system?” you answer in flawless english. “it’s a box-like phone-station, created so that we’re able to reach the police at anytime.”

“ah, really?” answers the man. “i’m from the united states, here’s my card.” he hands you a card. “i’m here on business to research ways to better the police system in america.” (as he should).

“any more questions?” you ask, looking down at his card.

“oh, no. i just wanted to get a vague idea of what they did. thank you.” he grins, and you could’ve sworn he winked, “don’t worry, the number is international.”

“alright, goodbye.” you wave with a smile.

“actually, i do have one question-” the man begins.

“sorry, we have to go.” haru tries to get to the point with the little english he knew.

the man nods warily, leaving to find someone else to speak to. “see you around.”

haru turns around to you, his face solemn. “come on, we have to go.”

“SO THAT’S WHY i didn't get a chance to eat.” haru explains, leaving out the last part.

“i can see why that happened. after all, it was an after party for an international symposium.” saeki nods.

“my english score was like 70 points out of 200 back when i took the national center test for university admissions.” he continues.

“how were you able to even join the metropolitan police department?” kamei squints. “anyways, you're like the most japanese person i know. you’re lucky (L/N) was there to save you.”

“oh yeah!” saeki says. “where is (L/N)-chan anyways?”

“ah...” haru’s mind trails to last night, and he shakes his head. “she called in sick today, said she caught a cold out of nowhere.”

“hm, strange...” kamei places his chin in his hand. “(L/N) usually doesn’t call in sick, even if she does have a cold.”

“maybe she’d really sick, we shouldn’t bother her.” haru tries to redirect the conversation.

“what could get (L/N)-san so sick to the point where she’d have to call in sick?” saeki ponders, and haru coughs to avoid gulping.

“so, did you end up missing your chance to eat?” kamei finally changes the topic.

“no, i didn't have a choice, so i tagged along with kambe to go eat.” haru exhales a sigh of relief.

“oh, so you were able to eat something delicious after all.” kamei nods.

“actually, that’s not really the case...”

“wait, i'm not sure if i understand. you got to eat, or you didn't?”

“i guess you can say i ate something...” he thinks of the mooncake, then trailing off to the thought of you. he lightly shakes his head again.

"the fact that you went to eat with kambe means that you went to a super high-end restaurant, right? how much was it? how was the meal?”

“500,000 yen.”

“you're kidding me!” saeki exclaims. “500,000?! that's way more than my monthly salary!”

“it's more than my salary, too. but... expensive doesn't necessarily mean good...” haru rubs the back of his neck.

THE THREE OF you arrive at a high-end restaurant, one which daisuke seems to be familiar with. you and haru awe at the place, thinking of how expensive it must be.

"what's up with this place... it's so extravagant... but it's empty.” haru notes.

“i reserved the entire restaurant. i eat here often when i'm in hong kong.” daisuke explains.

“i see...” haru nods.

"menu, please.” the waiter greats in cantonese.

although you were better than haru at english, you were considerably clueless when it came to cantonese. he seems to pick up on this.

"thank you.” he thanks the waiter.

he turns to you, giving a brief explanation of the items on the menu and letting you pick.

“i'm starving... i missed out on that roast beef, so i'm craving meat...” he mutters.

“and i missed out on my desert because of you.” you tease jokingly, receiving a sheepish smile from the taupe-haired man.

“there's so many different kinds... meat... meat... meat... here it is. this must be where the meat section starts... let's see... 'pear, piece, with, steam, fruit, small, raccoon dog'... what is this?” he reads the menu aloud to you.

"pear slices with steamed civet.” daisuke answers.

“i can accept the pears... but civets? aren't they similar to raccoon dogs?”

"raccoon dogs are canines, civets are part of the viverridae family. they are completely different species.”

"you're missing the point.” haru says. “fine, i'll pick something else... have you decided, (L/N)?”

“no... i’ve never heard of these food before.” you admit.

"what's this? 'steamed, camel, peak'...” haru reads.

"that's steamed camel hump.” daisuke says.

"pass. let's see... 'boar, brain, temporary, leopard, fetus...”

"that one? you might think that it's stewed leopard fetus, but it's actually pig brains...”

“what the hell do these rich people eat...” you mutter.

"hey! isn't there any normal food here?!” haru yells, seeming to have read your thoughts.

"you sure complain a lot.” daisuke says nonchalantly.

“i'm not complaining! i just want to eat some normal chinese food!”

"this is normal chinese food for me. what do you mean by normal?”

"that would be...” he pauses to think. “for instance, fried rice, potstickers, or congee, you know? like stuff they sell at street food stalls. you don't have to be eating civets or camel humps to have good food!”

daisuke pauses. “a street food stall... i've never been to one...”

“then let's get some street food. the food stalls are cheap and rowdy, and you can always get a taste of the local culture.” haru looks around the restaurant. “what about you, (L/N)?”

“only if you pick what i eat.” you chuckle, earning an eager grin.

“HEUSC, find the best food stall we can get to in one hour.” daisuke presses on his earring.

"understood. balance: unlimited.” HEUSC answers.

the sounds of a helicopter approaching can be heard, waiting for the three detectives to get in.

“so, where are we?” haru asks.

"a food stall.” deadpans daisuke.

"i know that! you just shoved us on to a chopper and took us to an unknown place, so i'm asking you where the hell we are!”

“this is macau. according to HEUSC, the best food stall within an hour's travel was this one located in sam chan dang, macau-”

"so we came to hong kong for nothing!”

"you sure complain a lot.”

haru sighs, cradling his head in his hands. “why can't we just have an ordinary meal...”

you pat his back reassuringly, a bit excited to see what daisuke has in store for the three of you.

“here you go. sorry to make you wait.” the man says in cantonese, serving you your food.

“well... it does look really tasty...” haru admits.

“yeah.” daisuke nods.

"well, we might as well dig in. i'm absolutely starving.” haru picks up his chopsticks.

“hold on!” daisuke interrupts.

“what now?”

“HEUSC mentioned the possibility of a food safety issue at this stall.”

“don't worry about details like that. this is a food stall, so not everything's gonna be perfect-”

"i can't allow that. HEUSC checked the surrounding radius of 10 meters, and found 7 rats and 48 cockroaches-”

"hey! i just lost my appetite!”

“can we go home?” you ask, already tired.

“oh no...” daisuke says, disregarding what you said.

"hey... what is it this time?” haru sighs.

"we're going back to hong kong.” he states

"huh? why?” you ask.

"the store that i was planning to buy souvenirs at closes in 30 minutes.” daisuke says.

"souvenirs? just buy something from a store that's open!” haru states.

"i can't do that.”

“actually, kambe, me and kato won’t bother you. we’ll look for a food stand, and you get your souvenirs. we’ll tell you when find one.”

haru’s a bit surprised by your words, but would rather spend time with you than hopping restaurants with daisuke.

daisuke nods, waving goodbye and hopping in his helicopter. you wave back, deciding to begin your search for a place to eat, haru close behind, of course.

“look! that place looks good!” you point, light on your feet.

you’re so excited that you don’t notice the truck driving on the road until the horn is almost by your ear.

haru grabs you back by the arm, holding you close as your mind tries to register what happened.

“i’m not letting you out of my sight.” he says, just loud enough for you to hear, bur firm.

you nod, quiet. what if haru hadn’t been there? what would’ve happened then?

a soft squeeze to the hand he’s been holding is all you need for reassurance. you wonder when he began to hold it.

he leads the two of you across to the restaurant that you saw, and you reread the sign.

“motel.” you squint. you take a quick glance of the stores open around you, and this one seems to be the only one. “i think everything else is closed. let’s check if they have food.”

the bell by the door jingles at your entrance, and the secretary at the desk turns to face you.

“hello, we were wondering if there was anywhere we could eat?” you ask.

“the buffet is open for about an hour, but only for the people who have rooms registered.” she answers.

you nod, and watch haru look down at his phone.

“kambe isn’t gonna be here for a while.” he informs you.

“we’ll get a room.” you nod.

she turns around to get the paperwork ready, and haru’s eyes widen.

“what do you mean? we have to leave tomorrow!” he whispers.

“don’t worry,” you assure him. “we’ll sign out early in the morning.”

the secretary turns around and hands you a piece of paper to fill out, to which you finish quickly and hand back to her.

“here’s your bill.” she states.

you’re relieved that it isn’t expensive, as you haven’t brought much money with you in the first place.

“um, excuse me?” you call.

“yeah?” she answers.

“this says single, we asked for a double.” you point to the paper.

haru has to gulp to avoid showing his embarrassment.

“sorry, but we only have one-bed rooms available.” she explains. “it doesn’t seem to be a problem between the two of you, though.”

your faces get red, and you quickly pay. the two of you awkwardly scurry off to the buffet, which you have previously been told is free.

you eat your meals in silence, ‘itadkimasu’ and occasional questions with one-word answers asked, but nothing else.

a ringing phone is what finally snaps the two of you out of it, and you look up to see that it’s haru’s.

“huh?! what do you mean you followed him home?! you don’t have enough space for us?! another flight?!” haru almost yells into his phone, before the other line beeps. “ugh.”

“what happened?” you ask.

“ah...” he nervously rubs at his neck. “daisuke bought too many souvenirs, and there was no place for us to fit.”

“the flight is supposed to be...” you look down at your watch. “right now!”

“yeah, he got us another.”

“when?”

“tomorrow...”

you nod, realizing that you would actually need to stay at the motel.

“it’s a good thing we made early reservations then...”

“yeah...”

THE TWO OF you enter the reserved room, deciding to might as well get comfortable.

“hey, kato?” you ask. “i’m going to shower, can you look for a futon or something like that?”

he nods, leaving you to the bathroom and him to his thoughts.

the bathroom didn’t have any shampoo or conditioner, just a soap dispenser that serves as a reminder as to why you don’t like hotels.

you dry yourself off, placing on your previous clothes and cursing your past self for wearing something to uncomfortable.

you step out of the bathroom, a towel around your neck as you dry your hair. he notices you and instantly gets up, looking at you in worry.

“i... couldn’t find a futon...”

“it’s fine.” you sigh, placing the towel on a rack. “we’re adults, right?”

he nods, trying to make his gulp unnoticeable.

both your shoes had been placed by the door, and your jacket hung by his on a chair. his tie was on the bedside table, and only then had you noticed that the first few buttons of his shirt were open.

your backs were against each other, trying to get comfortable on the bed with a small pillow in-between you as a divider.

“hey, kato?” you call out. “sorry for getting you into this mess. we could’ve stuck with daisuke instead, but...”

“it’s fine.” he answers. “though, i don’t think i’ll be able to get any sleep tonight.”

“me either.”

the two of you turn to face each other, moving the pillow out of the way. you haven’t noticed the close proximity between you until his hot breath meets yours.

until you look at how his eyes darken, how good his hair looks messy, and confirm that his top buttons are indeed open.

it starts with a small kiss, really. are his lips as soft as they look? that’s all you want to confirm, and confirm you do.

you don’t remember how his shirt ends up on the floor, or how your dress is unzipped. what you do remember, is that it is the best night’s sleep you’ve gotten in a long time.

YOU WOKE UP the next morning with a headache and a few hours of sleep, his phone buzzing on the table beside you.

he reaches to grab it, answering the call with a deep tone. “yeah, we’ll be there.” the call ends soon after. “it’s time to go.”

“i want to sleep.” you mumble.

“you can sleep on the plane.” he helps you up. “come on.”

the two of you get ready for your flight back to japan, and sign out at the front desk of the motel. you make sure to zip up your jacket all the way.

you arrive at the airport, and shortly board the plane after. you try to fall asleep, but the turbulence and noise make it hard to do so.

your headache has gotten worse, and you make a mental note to never shower before bed again.

daisuke greets you both in japan, dropping you off at haru’s home after one look at your condition. you’re far too tired to argue, and head to bed the moment you make it there.

“THE FACT THAT we have mooncakes here means that he really made the chef make some...” saeki notes.

"yeah, he got ahold of the chef just as he got home. apparently, he made the chef return to the shop immediately to make some mooncakes right in front of his eyes.” haru explains.

“what do you mean? weren’t you there?” kamei asks.

“ah, i went to grab... dinner with (L/N).” haru sweats.

“that must have annoyed the chef,” kamei thinks. “bringing him back to the restaurant to cook, i mean.”

"but actually... you can't quite say that.”

"why? no matter how you look at it, what he did was out of line.”

“kambe bought the mooncakes for 5 million yen per box.”

"how many boxes did he buy?” saeki questions.

"this one, and the one box for his grandmother.” kato sighs.

“in other words, 10 million yen for two boxes of mooncakes... let's see, so there's 10 pieces in each box. so each piece is 500,000 yen...” kamei concludes.

"oh! so that means your dinner last night was...” saeki thinks.

"besides the food i ate with (L/N), it was this mooncake. i ate one on the flight back.” haru stands up. “i have to get her her mooncake, i was just stopping by to make sure everyone had one.”

“give her our best wishes!” waves saeki.

haru nods, wrapping your mooncake in a cloth and leaving the building. he is tired, but the fatigue he was feeling was nothing compared to yours.

he remembers that daisuke had dropped you off at his home, since neither knew your address and the black-haired man needed to get to work.

he opens the door to his apartment, hanging his jacket by the door and placing the mooncake on the table. he brings it to your sleeping form with a few headache tablets and a glass of water, leaving it on the bedside table.

he grabs a few of his clothes and heads in the the shower, drying off and deciding to take a short nap on the couch afterwards.

he falls asleep shortly, forgetting about the elephant in the room which waited to greet the two of you once you’ve woken up.

NOTES ♕❣⁂ღ

long awaited part two! i thought a prequel would be the best way to write a second part, and they can be read in any order :)

this story also takes place betweem episode two and episode four, during the flight to hong kong.

#balance unlimited #the millionare detective balance: unlimited #balance unlimited imagines #balance unlimited x reader #fugou keiji balance unlimited #haru kato #haru kato x reader #kato x reader #haru kato imagine

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specternabbermaiori · 16 days ago

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Am I reading things right? Are people already complaining about the leopards eating their faces before Biden even left the office?

#us politics

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utapri-hcs · 4 years ago

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Ranrei general hcs

So I was gonna do a Heavens valentines post but I kept thinking about how Raging got Nagi while in the crib so that fell through. Instead, have this

-They are extremely domestic

-Cooking dates are very often

-Typically, they take turns cooking though

-Reiji wanting to learn how to play the bass or something since who knows he might need it someday

-Ranmaru willing to teach him as long as he gives it his all

-Reiji really likes stealing Ranmaru’s hoodies

-Ranmaru and Reiji going on a fishing trip just for fun

-Ranmaru purposely watches horror movies with Reiji, just so Reiji will cling to him

-He thinks it’s cute

-Ranmaru can easily pick up Reiji, considering he is shorter and weighs less then Ranmaru

-When they are together with QN and he gets sick of Camus, Ranmaru would just pick up Reiji and take off

-Ranmaru sometimes helps Reiji with his grey contacts (give the boy his nice brown eyes klab) when he is struggling

-Between the two, Ranmaru is the one to get flustered easily since Reiji enjoys seeing his reactions so he teases him

-Getting Reiji flustered is an achievement to Ranmaru

-He thinks it’s cute when Reiji attempts to hide his red face with his hands

-When Reiji clips his fringe away, Ranmaru will kiss his forehead

-They might adopt a dog?

-It would be a very very friendly dog though considering all the stray cats

-I could see them getting a big dog so Ranmaru can just take it out when he goes on his jogs and it won’t get too tired from it

-The dog also would have to be fairly low maintenance due to their jobs

-They are pretty good at hiding their relationship, even when doing things most fans take it as fanservice

-Reiji tries blocking the door to a surprise but Ranmaru came home early from work that day only for Ranmaru to just pick Reiji up with ease

-Reiji will lay his head on Ranmaru’s shoulder as he slowly strums his guitar

-When Reiji is making Karaage chicken, Ranmaru might take the chance and hug him from behind while stealing a piece

-When Ranmaru is exercising, he’ll sometimes have Reiji sit on his back as he does push ups

-When Reiji is buying streetfood with Ranmaru then he’ll always let Ranmaru have a few bites

-Another cute thing is if Reiji and Ranmaru play in each other’s event

-“Mouuu Ranran! Your events are too hard! Have you seen the borders of villain Ranmaru!”

-“Heh, your events aren’t that much easier either you know.”

-Reiji is the perfect height for Ranmaru to kiss the top of his head, it’s so cute

-Reiji complains about how it tickles but Ranmaru still does it anyway

-It’s very common that Reiji will mention Ranmaru and vice versa when they are apart

-Reiji will remark how Ranmaru would like this flavour or Ranmaru will say how Reiji really likes this brand, etc

-Reiji likes sitting on the floor so imagine Reiji sitting on the floor in front of Ranmaru as he runs his fingers through his hair

-Whenever Reiji’s bassist for Dekiai temptation isn’t available, he almost always calls Ranmaru for help

-Reiji really likes holding Ranmaru’s hand and comparing hand sizes

-Another cute thing to think about is Pop animal Reiran like Reiji being a bunny and Ranmaru being a snow leopard

-Ranmaru would nibble on Reiji’s bunny ears just to tease him

-They know eachother pretty well, very often that the two of them know what the other is thinking with either a low hum or eye contact

-When they are apart, they still try to atleast face time each other

-Reiji sometimes tends to sleep to Ranmaru’s voice though

-Almost always Ranmaru shakes his head softly and chuckles, already used to Reiji’s antics

-At the start it would be pretty hard, considering Ranmaru’s barriers and Reiji’s acting

-Ranmaru is straightforward and tells things how they are

-Reiji definitely needs a person who is able to do that

-He tends to sometimes tries to take on too much weight while not asking for help

-He fears that he would be a burden but asks that others should rely on him

-Ranmaru however doesn’t like to rely too much on other people

-He values his independence

-Ranmaru needs a person who is patient with him and is willing for Ranmaru to come to his own terms before seeking someone’s guidance

-All in all, they honestly had an argument before this relationship started, both coming to terms with who they are and their feelings

-During the start of the relationship, Reiji probably tries hiding his feelings again but as Ranmaru learns more about his habits and trait, he starts knowing the tell tales of when Reiji is doing it

-When Reiji is really mad though he’ll call Ranmaru by his full name

-Ranmaru knows he has done something wrong if Reiji is calling him by his full name, it’s even worse if Reiji swore as well

-They are pretty wholesome, but considering Reiji and Ranmaru some things are interesting to say the least

-Their dog is probably named after a flower

-Ranmaru always sighs softly whenever his boyfriend cracks a joke

-“Ne ranran! I guess we really hit ROCK bottom! Get it? Because rock?”

-“Reiji, I’m pretty sure you’ve already told me that one.”

-“Ehhh?! Really! I swear I only told Otoyan that one yet...hmm”

-Like all normal couples they have some disagreements

-The reason most of the fights would happen is because of Reiji holding too much of the burden, it would make Ranmaru feel he isn’t really needed as much

-Reiji would most likely take some time away from Ranmaru, hanging around the beach or general bodies of water

-Ranmaru stays at the apartment, playing the bass.

-He would wait for a few days but if Reiji hasn’t come back yet then he’ll go to him and talk things out

-It would end pretty wholesomely

-Reiji tends to the one that gets sick more often since he doesn’t take care of himself and tends to overwork, so Ranmaru would have to nurse him till he is better

-Both love cuddles

-Typically, Reiji enjoys being little spoon

-Ranmaru likes running his fingers through Reiji’s hair considering how soft it is

-Tickle fights are pretty often but it’s always Reiji initiating them

-Reiji always loses though

-Sometimes Ranmaru does lose the tickle fights but that only causes him to try even harder next time to hear a genuine, pure laugh from Reiji

-It’s like serotonin for him

-Not that he would say it though

-When Reiji ties his hair back, Ranmaru will kiss the back of his neck

-Ranmaru would be chilling on the couch until Reiji decides he wants affection

-Both are pretty private people, plus their jobs means PDA isn’t very often found

-When they’re in their apartment, Reiji loves the physical contact though

-Ranmaru has a fairly warm body constantly so during winter Ranmaru better expect constant cuddles

-Ranmaru isn’t that against, he isn’t that used to it though so it might take him awhile to get used to it

-Once he does though, you will be his napping pillow

-Reiji has a terrible sleeping schedule because he tends to prioritise work over his own needs so sometimes if Ranmaru feels that he isn’t taking enough care of himself then he’ll force him to

-Reiji isn’t sleeping? Ranmaru drags him to their bed and cuddles him until he does

-Reiji isn’t eating? Ranmaru will bring food to him and won’t leave until he eat it

-Reiji is a much lighter sleeper then Ranmaru is

-Ranmaru is pretty cuddly when asleep, almost always latching onto Reiji

-Both wake up pretty early, sometimes Ranmaru will wake up earlier if Reiji was up late reading a script but both generally wake up around the same time

-Depending on who is more awake, they make breakfast and then Ranmaru will go out on his jog

-Reiji’s activities vary in the morning when Ranmaru is on his jog

-If they have work later that day, he’ll make them both lunches along with lunches for the rest of QN

-He would feed the various stray cats and their dog

-He might reread some scripts and what not

-After they had a long day at work all they want to do is just relax in eachother’s arms

-All in all Ranrei is a ship I approve of

#utapri #utanoprincesama #uta no prince sama #reiji kotobuki #kotobuki reiji #ranmaru kurosaki #kurosaki ranmaru #reiran #ranrei #shipping

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jbk405 · 4 years ago

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As we come near the end of season five of The Expanse, and presumably near the end of its adaptation of the Nemesis Games novel, I have to echo my sentiment from a few weeks ago that they did a hell of job adjusting Michio Pa’s storyline to fit Camina Drummer.

The TV version of Camina is a composite of four different characters from the novels: Samara Rosenberg, “Bull” de Baca, Michio Pa, and Camina Drummer herself. Her friendship and history with Naomi Nagata is pulled from Sam, who was a close friend of Naomi’s who Naomi even briefly lived with when her relationship with Holden and the Rocinante was on the rocks. Her storyline in season three aboard the Behemoth was a mixture of Bull and Michio’s storyline in opposition to Ashford, but primarily Bull.

Now, her current storyline in season five is a direct pull of Michio’s individual story in Babylon’s Ashes, and with the additions of the other characters to the backstory it works much better than it did in the novel.

The problem with Michio’s storyline in the novel -- which I complained about while reading it -- was that she is a character who knowingly and willingly joined, supported, and enabled a genocidal monster. Marco Inaros never had a proverbial gun to her head to force her compliance, she heard his plan and of her own free will decided that it was a good plan and she wanted to be part of it. When she later in the novel decides to betray him because of a different evil action it rings incredibly hollow. Like that “Leopards Eating People’s Faces” meme, “I didn’t think that when I decided to support a man who would kill billions of innocent people on the other side that he would also kill some innocent people on our side”.

Camina in the TV series, on the other hand, wasn’t a party to his plan to attack the Earth. Before this we saw her actively oppose his ideology and work against him. She had no idea it was coming and so does not bear any guilt for helping it to come about (She does blame herself for not killing Inaros when she had the chance, but it’s not the same thing). Afterwards, when Inaros offers her faction the opportunity to join his navy, he absolutely does have the proverbial gun to her head. There’s a lot of implied threats -- and some directly-stated threats as well -- that if she doesn’t join his ‘Free Navy’ her faction will be hunted down. And not just by him, either. His actions were so brazen that Earth will be driven to take revenge on all Belters, so even if she repudiates him the UN forces will still be gunning for her and without the support of the Free Navy there will be nothing to stop them. This pressure, plus the fact that Inaros’s attack has already happened and she can’t do anything to stop it, gives her an “out” when she inevitably later decides to betray him.

I predict that she won’t actively betray him just yet in season five, but that it will happen in season six to directly align with the adaptation of Babylon’s Ashes. When she does turn against him she’ll be able to say “I couldn’t have stopped the attack on Earth then, but now I can stop [XXXXX]” or “I thought we had no choice but to submit in order to survive, but this price is too high”. And this will allow we-the-audience to grant her our permission to do so, instead of viewing her as a hypocrite.

We can view her as a good person who was trapped by a bad situation, and we can root for her to escape this situation and redeem herself.

#The Expanse #Nemesis Games #Babylon's Ashes #Camina Drummer #Michio Pa #Samara Rosenberg #Bull de Baca #Adaptation #TV #Literature #Novels #Composite Character

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amazedforjjk · 5 years ago

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Escape 3- Ot7

The gif is not mine!

Characters: Lion!Namjoon, Jaguar!Jin, Black panther!Yoongi, Cheetah!Hoseok, Snow Leopard!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, cougar!Jungkook, Serval!Reader

Summary: In a world where Hybrid protection laws are gradually strengthening, many organisations are still advocating for the complete extermination of your species. What happens when you find yourself and 7 other predatory hybrids in a truck en route to a hybrid slaughter facility?

Genre: Angst, humor, fluff (if you squint)

Warning: Kidnapping, mentions of abuse

A.N: Alright! Chapter 3 is (finally) here! Sorry for the cliffhanger hehe. I hope you like it!

Word count: 3.6K

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You’re the first awake the next morning. The linen curtains in the living room are doing a poor job at concealing the morning light but you don’t complain. After all, this has been the best morning yet. You remove the heavy comforter from your body and stretch. You make your way to the window, draw the curtains and take in the beautiful scenery.

Right behind the house is a small garden; roses, tulips and chrysanthemum alike blooming. In the center stands a small well, over which vine creeps. You are stunned by the view, and a sense of peace settles in your bones. Your eyes sit absently on a white butterfly fluttering around. The rays of the sun seem to caress it’s delicate wings as the butterfly lands on a flower, blissfully unaware of your gaze. A gentle breeze sets it back on it’s course, and the butterfly drifts away.

You peel your eyes away from the garden and look into the kitchen. You were left embarrassed last night after your discussion with Jackson. The revelation of your ignorance comes back to your mind and you feel your cheeks burn. I have to ask them today. Chances are they don’t really know each other’s names either and this will not be as awkward as you fear, you try to convince yourself.

You distract yourself from the embarrassment by making your way into the kitchen, hoping to help your host make breakfast. You are struggling with the coffee machine when Granny steps into the kitchen.

“Oh dear, let me get that”, she says, all smiles. You hand her the ground coffee bean bag, looking abashed. “Don’t worry about breakfast, just go into my room and get dressed. You have a big day ahead of you.”

You head out of the kitchen and up the stairs. You decide a warm shower can only be beneficial and hop in, getting rid of your pajamas. Once again, the foreign feeling of the warm water hitting your skin makes you sigh in delight. This time, you don’t have to scrub dirt off of you, so you simply enjoy the water rolling on your skin, careful not to wet your hair. Once done you wrap a towel around your body and step in the room. You pick your clothes from the pile Granny left for you last night and exit the room.

More people are awake now- or rather, up. Blondie and Sleepy are comatose, and it’s clear that they’ve been dragged from their bed to sit at the table. Hope - or Hoseok, as you have come to know- is looking over Granny’s shoulder while she busies herself on making food.

It smells good, though you don’t believe you’ve ever tasted that kind of food. You vaguely remember the smell from then you had to hang around breakfast restaurants in order to beg for a meal. You shake those memories out of your mind and take plates from the cupboard to set the table. Jackson sets the cutlery right after you finish setting the plates and you both sit at the table. A sleepy Wide Shoulders slumps in the other seat next to you and sends a small smile your way.

“Good morning~”, he says while rubbing his eyes and yawning. You chuckle at the sight. He looks adorable, with his red pouty lips and beautiful blue eyes. You return his smile.

“Good morning to you too”

Granny sets on the table a plate of tan puffy disks. The rest of the group each take a seat. You identify the pile to be the source of the delicious smell you sniffed earlier, and by the looks on the other’s faces, this must be a treat! Tails are wagging in excitement and all eyes are trained on the puffy disks, even Sleepy’s and Blondie’s. You turn towards Wide Shoulders and ask in a whisper.

“What are those? They smell awesome”

He looks at you bewildered.

“You never had pancakes before?”

“Oh so that’s what those are. I’ve heard about them before, but I never got to eat any.” A mix of sadness and pity swirls in his eyes for a second before he takes a fork and plop two pancakes into your plate. You smile at him in thanks.

“Take a bite, you’ll see it’s the best!” Hoseok says, excitement plastered on his face.

You take a look around the table to notice all eyes on you, seemingly impatient to witness your reaction. Your cheeks flush and your eyes fall to your plate in embarrassment. You cut a piece of pancake and shove it in your mouth. The sweetness of the pancake is the first thing to hit you, and you hum in delight. You close your eyes as your ears fall flat on the side of your face and your spotted tail flickers a little. When you open your eyes again, the eyes focused on you shy away, and Hoseok is the only one still beaming at you. The other hybrids start piling food on their plates and you could have sworn that some of them were blushing.

“So?” the cheetah hybrid asks, enthusiastic.

“It’s so good”, you answer, already taking another mouthful, making him chuckle.

The breakfast is as enjoyable as dinner was last night, everyone talking. You can tell you aren’t the only one excited to find the center and the mood is joyous. Once the pancakes and other dishes are basically devoured and Granny goes to get dressed, you stand up. The hybrids look at you questioningly and you take a deep breath before speaking.

“Gentlemen, it has come to my attention that I didn’t know any of your names”, you glance at Jackson next to you and he smiles big, obviously holding back from laughing. You roll your eyes at him and focus back on the others, who are now looking at each other in realisation. You understand, relieved, that you are not the only one unaware of the identity of the others, and the fact sparks the courage for you to continue speaking. “ Now before we start our journey, I’d like to introduce myself: I’m Y/n, and I’m a serval hybrid”

“I’m Hoseok! I’m a cheetah hybrid” pipes up Hope. At least I got that right.

“I’m Taehyung, I’m a tiger” he says, a boxy grin on his face, and a small roar escapes his throat to punctuate his statement.

The youngest is the next to present himself, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

“Jeon Jungkook, I’m a cougar hybrid”

“Kim Seokjin, but call me Jin. Seokjin is for when I’m in trouble. I’m a jaguar” The male seems more confident than his younger counterparts, though you can’t help but detect the pain hidden behind his attempt at humour. What has he been through, you internally inquire. This will be a discussion for another time, you think as the others hybrids are still introducing themselves.

“Min Yoongi and I’m a black panther hybrid”, Sleepy says, sporting a humble smile.

“Kim Namjoon, I’m a lion hybrid.” You nod at him. The revelation isn’t surprising to you, Jackson had made sure last night that you knew who Namjoon was, chastising you playfully for being so absent minded.

Blondie is the last to introduce himself. When all eyes fall on him, his gaze drops to his plate and you discern a blush creeping on his cheeks. He seems to gather his courage before meeting your eyes and speaking.

“Park Jimin, I’m a snow leopard” You smile encouragingly at him before clapping your hands and looking at the seven boys -and Jackson- one by one.

“Alright, now that we know ea-”

“Wait…”, Jimin interrupts, eyes wide in realisation. A grin makes its way on his lips and you gulp in anticipation, suddenly nervous as he looks at you intensely. “Is that why you called me Blondie the other day? Because you didn’t know my name?” He is full on smirking now, amused at the deep shade of red your cheeks color in. The other boys are now all looking at you, while Jackson utters “Blondie…?” still disbelieving.

You chuckle, embarrassed.

“Well… Yeah…”

“Is he the only one to have a nickname?” Jackson asks, obviously enjoying this way too much. You cast him the darkest glance you can muster, only confirming his suspicion. He starts laughing, and you sigh.

“Oh my god, he’s not”, he says, tears of laughter forming at the corner of his eyes.

“Did I have one?” Jin is the first to ask, smirking. You can’t bear to look at him and instead focus on the empty plate in front of you. All ears seem trained on you.

“Wide Shoulders…”, you whisper, though you know they all heard. Damn hybrid’s greater senses. Jackson only starts laughing harder, clutching at his sides while Jin grins at you. You sigh once again. Let’s get this over with, you think and you point at Yoongi.

“Sleepy”, he raises one of his eyebrows and Taehyung laughs.

“This is actually pretty accurate,” the tiger says, earning a scowl from the older boy. You point at Namjoon, cheeks already burning in anticipation.

“Dimples”

The lion looks at you with wide eyes and coughs in embarrassment. You don’t allow yourself anytime to cringe before pointing at Hoseok.

“Hope” The laughter around the table comes to a stop, all eyes on you in confusion.

“Well, when I got the keys, you had so much hope in your eyes. It inspired me.” The black haired boy smiles at you happily, and you return his smile.

“So he’s got a nice nickname, and all I get is Blondie?” Jimin mutters, making the others around the table laugh.

“At least you got a nickname” Taehyung pouts, and you chuckle at the boy.

Granny walks back in the kitchen, carrying backpacks, ending the tiger’s rant. She goes to the fridge and gets 8 small bottles of water and some food, probably for the walk, you assume. She hands Jin a map and a small satchel containing the money for the bus.

“I filled your backpacks with some clothes and some snacks. Normally the center should provide you what you need, so I think it’ll be enough.”she starts, pating the backpacks next to her. “I’m sorry I can’t bring you to the city myself”

“You’re already doing so much for us Granny”, Jin reassures her, and she smiles at the eight of you.

“I wish you a good trip, and a good future. You deserve it”

The atmosphere is pregnant with emotion, and you rise from your seat to hug the only human who ever helped you in your life.

Since all of you are pretty much ready, it doesn’t take much time before you say goodbye to the old lady and the labrador hybrid. He looks sad, though he plasters a small smile on his face. The sun is already high in the sky as the eight of you start your trip, following the road to the city, occasionally turning to wave Granny goodbye.

The journey begins without any problem, and you happily chat with Yoongi and Jungkook while walking alongside the road. Jimin, Hoseok and the tiger hybrid are noisily talking behind the three of you as Jin and Namjoon lead the way, following the map.

The trek is pleasant and the scenery beautiful, miles of fields stretching as far as the eye can see. It’s surprisingly warm for that time of the year but you don’t complain, the rays of the sun softly caressing your skin.

After a break, you find yourself to be walking alongside Hoseok, Namjoon holding the map in front of the two of you. You don’t pay attention to the lion hybrid and chat with Hoseok until the former stops in his tracks, confusion written on his features. When you finally reach him, his jaw is clenched and his chin is protruding in concentration. If it wasn’t for the fact that you getting lost could put the eight of you in danger, you would find him quite adorable.

“Hey, Namjoon? What’s up?”, you ask, eyeing warily the way he handles the map, turning it in all directions. He looks up at you surprised, as if you just pulled him back from his thoughts.

“I-uh… I don’t know how to read a map”, he says, flashing you an unsure smile.

“What do you mean you don’t know how to read a map, we’ve been following you for the past half an hour!” Jin exclaims in disbelief, having finally caught up with the three of you.

“Whoops?”, tries the lion hybrid, and he visibly flinches when his elder widens his eyes.

“Whoops?! We’re far from a “Whoops” situation Namjoon! That’s a “Fucking hell” situation right there! I can’t believe-”

While the jaguar hybrid chews out the abashed lion, you take the map and try to find your location with Hope, looking around you for any indication of your whereabouts. It’s when you finally find where you are thanks to a nearby farming facility that you turn towards the pair, the jaguar still shouting, and flailing his arms in the air. Around you, the three youngest are quite literally cringing, feeling sorry for the lion, and Yoongi is the only one seemingly amused by his elder’s lung capacity.

“Jin. JIN! We’re not lost! Calm down, we’re still on the right course.” At your words, Namjoon’s ears rise from where they were pressed flat against his head. His eyes are still wide but he thanks you with a smile.

You resume walking, and this time, it’s Jin who keeps the course with the map, an abashed Namjoon at the back of the group while Yoongi playfully makes fun of him.

The next two hours of walking carried on without a hitch, sometimes interrupted by breaks. Few cars actually use the road next to you, and you don’t meet any pedestrians. By now, you have traveled more than half the distance from Granny’s to the city, and your feet are starting to hurt. The sneakers you’re wearing are not exactly made for long walks, but you don’t complain, you’ll buy better ones once you’ll reach the center. The thought of the center makes you think of the talk you had with Jackson about what’ll happen once you reach the city as you take a break.

“Do you know what you’ll do once we reach the city?”, you ask the boys next to you.

“Hmm.. I don’t know. I think I’ll go to the center. I have nothing else to look forward to” Jungkook says, shrugging.

“Me too”, you answer, and you smile at him. At least the road to the center won’t be lonely. “Once I’m there I’ll probably look for my sibling too..” The youngest opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by the tiger.

“I’m going to look for my owner! She lives in the big city, but we got separated. I want to find her!”, he says excitedly. You feel a pang of disappointment in your chest but you quickly repress it. What did you think? That you’ll all live together in a big house? Obviously some hybrids here have a real home. Yoongi looks at the three of you.

“I think I’ll go to the center too. I’m not going back to my previous owner”

“Same” utters Jimin next to him, and you flash him a smile.

“It seems that all of us except the tiger are going to the center, huh” Hoseok notes, and both Jin and Namjoon nod at his statement. Your heart swells, and you are happy to know that most of you are choosing to go to the center.

The break was necessary, and helped you lessen the pain in your legs. You resume walking next to Jungkook. The four elder boys are leading the way and Taehyung and Jimin bring up the rear. You are getting closer to the city, and the sun starts to lower in the sky. The air is getting colder, but the excitement in your bones makes the lack of warmth go unnoticed. You hear the sound of cars coming from behind but you don’t pay much attention to it. This is not the first time cars pass by you today, and if you had visibly tensed at the sound of the first one, you now feel safe enough.

But maybe you should have been more careful of those cars. Behind you, a loud roar erupts, startling you and your companions. You snap your eyes in the direction of the noise to find Taehyung and Jimin running towards you, Taehyung heavily relying on the smaller hybrid. The tiger is clutching his neck and his eyes are wild, fear and pain painted on his features. Behind them, the cars are trying to level up with the two hybrids.

“RUN” shouts Jimin, and without any second thoughts you start running, eyes wide in panic. Your heart is pounding loudly in your chest as adrenaline courses through your veins. You flinch slightly at the sound of bullets ringing next to your ears as you run- No, not bullets… Darts!

You can’t help but remember the first time you were chased as you dart through the fields. You can see the five other hybrids running in front of you. They are fast, maybe faster than you. Eventually, you lock eyes with Jungkook who’s looking back. He looks terrified, ears pressed flat against his skull as he runs. You don’t dare to look behind you, afraid of what you’ll see. Afraid to see Taehyung and Jimin in the hands of those who want to exterminate your species. Afraid to see Jimin’s pleading eyes as he slips out of consciousness. Afraid to see the betrayal in their faces as you run away. We’re no good to them caught, you convince yourself, you’ll help them to escape once you’ve shaken off your pursuers.

You rid yourself of your backpack to run faster. Darts are still ringing in the air next to your ears, and you can tell the shots are getting more precise. You try to keep your tears at bay as fear gnaws on your stomach, but you can’t keep them from falling as you feel a sudden pain in the back of your thigh. No! You shout in pain and despair, eyes wide and unfocused.

It’s as if the time is stopping. You can feel your energy slowly leaving you. A steady stream of tears is trailing on your cheeks, but you don’t even care now. You hear shouting, but you can’t make out anything. Your sight becomes blurry and you notice yourself to be falling. You extend your hand, a desperate and futile action but you can’t think anymore. When you come in contact with the ground, you don’t feel a thing. Your vision darkens and you fall out of consciousness.

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You wake up bound to a chair. The panic makes your head shoot up, and it’s with wide eyes that you discover your surroundings. At first glance, the room is big and luminous. The more you look at it, you notice signs that the place is most likely abandoned; the floor is covered in straw, the glass windows broken. Rusty farming tools are laying about, and an old broken down tractor stands before rows of haystacks pressed against the cement wall. You spot a metal door on the wall farthest from you.

A grunt makes you look at your left. Taehyung is also bound to a chair and you notice Jimin to his left. The snow leopard is still unconscious, his chin pressed to his chest. You lock eyes with Taehyung. He was very obviously beaten up, sporting a black eye and a busted lip. His ears are turned to you and his striped tail is flicking left and right. He is anxious, you can tell, but he smiles at you nonetheless, surely happy to see a friendly face after what he must have endured.

“Where are we?”, you ask in a whisper, voice hoarse in disuse. The tiger shakes his head.

“I don’t know. We can’t be very far from where they took us”, he replies in a low voice.

You take another look at your surroundings. The sun is still shining so he must be right. Out the cracked windows you make out what looks like a silo. Maybe an abandoned farm?

You try to move around on your chair. Your arms are bound behind the backrest and your shoulders are starting to feel sore. You feel the rope bounds cutting ever so slightly in your wrist and you grimace when you find yourself helpless. You turn back to the tiger.

“Tae… What happened to you?”

He sighs, looking in the distance.

“They’re trying to figure out where the others are, where we were going, how we escaped…” You hold your breath and he turns to you, “I didn’t say anything to them, don’t worry”.

He smiles sadly.

“I can see that…”, you smile softly at him. “That means the others are safe…” you mutter. He nods in agreement.

The sound of the metal door opening startles you and you look at the man entering the room. You can feel the color draining from your face and suddenly you can’t remember how to breathe. Scenting your anxiousness, the tiger next to you becomes agitated. He doesn’t understand your violent reaction, you are so brave normally, and he is seized by an inexplicable anger. He struggles against his binds, growling at the source of your distress.

The man pays no mind to the furious tiger however, only making his way towards you and smirking at the sheer terror painted on your face.

“Long time no see, kitty. Remember me?”

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ecofinisher · 4 years ago

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The adventures of Super Nathan 4 - Chap 3

Chapter 3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29003949/chapters/71470740

https://www.wattpad.com/1019278760-the-adventures-of-super-nathan-4-chapter-3

In the afternoon Nathaniel stood in the kitchen watching over the dinner and behind him stood Luka holding a dressing bag filling into ten dessert glasses a light pink cream carefully avoiding making any mess with it.

„I believe that 5 or 6 would have been enough. We still got pudding and a small box with various pastries," Luka mentioned looking back at the redhead.

„I was afraid it wouldn't be enough," Nathaniel responded. „Or that everyone would prefer to eat something else. I'm still not sure if people like vanilla pudding,"

„I don't think anyone here disliked any of the desserts. It can come to the situation, that some may not enjoy elderberry, but it's a matter of taste of everyone's tongue,"

„I believe Lila may like it. I know she likes the elderberry syrup. There was this one day as she was pregnant she tried it and couldn't stop to want it for the rest of the evening," Explained the redhead making Luka chuckle.

„Ah I remember, but she drank it diluted, right?"

„Yes she did after the fourth bottle," Nathaniel answered. „Where should I have known you would drink it like that?"

„The notes on the bottle?" Luka responded making Nathaniel frown.

„Yes I could have read them before, but I forgot. What else do you want? I'm not perfect,"

„Well I knew this since a little child, but well we're not born with all knowledge,"

„You know the time Lila was pregnant was cool and all, but her mood swings and raising eating habits were getting into the nerves with the time. I never thought that going through pregnancy would be this .....adventurous,"

„I know how you felt. You had to see Adrien or Ivan dealing with it," Remembered Luka. „I encountered him one night organizing for Kagami a pair of wool socks because she was freezing and it was about 30 degrees at night. He complained to me where that made sense,"

„If you thought that was weird, I had to buy Lila a sweatshirt where it had XY's face on it and she hates XY,"

„Now that's strange," Luka confessed. „Look I just finished this and will put it inside the fridge. Shall I help you out with something?" Questioned the raven-haired man opening up the fridge, so he could put two desserts after the other into it.

„For now on it's fine," Nathaniel responded, then Luka walked across the kitchen to look at the outside to see Marinette put the plates on the table followed by her son Rouven which carried for the mother the plates and Nathalie added the napkins on top of them.

„I will help Marinette on setting up the table," Luka announced walking through the corridor to leave the house, where he took up a bunch of knives from the end of the table and followed Nathalie to add them to it.

„See Dad? I'm helping mommy too," Rouven announced proudly making his father smile.

„You're doing a great job, buddy," Complimented the man making his son smile, then watch his mother take the last place of his hands afterward Marinette pecked the boy on the cheek.

„Thank you so much, my little prince," Marinette said, then Rouven held up for his father his hand to earn a high five, but before he earned it he spotted the boy Elliot Agreste enter into the lot of the Kurtzbergs along with his parents making Rouven smile excited, then he ran to encounter the blonde boy giving him a high five leaving Luka back chuckling at seeing the two friends.

„You're here too!" Rouven mentioned making Elliot nod.

„I'm surprised to see you here Adrien," Luka mentioned looking at the adult, which nodded.

„Kagami told me she forgot about today's occasion and told me about it, but I insisted to come along. I took one of the books to any chance I got to use it," Adrien mentioned. „You know because of the exam,"

„Take a break Adrien, you have probably studied the entire day for it. Enjoy the time you're here with us," Luka offered making Adrien smile.

„Thanks for the offer, but I still prefer to focus a little on the learning. We watched before along with Elliot and Hope the movie they were watching yesterday on repeat today," Adrien explained placing his hand on the boy's shoulder.

„I can't believe Rocky was the bad guy. He was always very nice to everyone," Elliot complained making Adrien chuckle and caress the boy on his face.

„The plot is a little hard for your age to follow champ. We can later on try to explain to you what led Rocky to be the bad guy in the movie," Mentioned the blonde man earning a nod from the son.

„Hey Elliot wanna play tag with me?" Questioned Rouven earning a nod from Elliot, then Rouven touched Elliot on the elbow and ran off. „You're it!" Shouted the raven-haired boy making Elliot laugh and run behind the friend. Nathalie chuckled at seeing the two boys run, then watched Elliot stop and look at her, then he made his way toward the girl scaring her off to run along with Rouven away from him and began to laugh with the boys playing the tag game.

Later on, the adults sat at the table chatting with the exception of Adrien, which had his nose inside a book to study.

„We're still working on animal-themed suits for the singing competition, which will start in September. It's quite hard to design an ostrich-themed costume for someone on the stage," Marinette explained earning a nod from Kagami.

„Who will be wearing the outfit?" Questioned Kagami. „Do you already know that?"

„No, we receive the measurements and along with them we have to create the costume,"

„What costumes are also being designed if I may ask?" Questioned the redhead.

„Sure you can. The ones we're working on currently are a dinosaur, a dog, a zebra, and a penguin," Responded Luka's wife. „The upcoming ones are an albatross, a leopard, a crab, and a clownfish,"

„Wow the last two sound hard,"

„Believe me, this will be a challenge,"

„I saw the work you were doing on that ostrich. I believe you and the others will be really successful with them either," Assured the husband making Marinette smile and lean her forehead on his.

„Thanks Luka,"

Luka leaned his chin over Marinette's head and glanced at Adrien, which was focussed on the book and Kagami was having a glass of water.

„What do you usually do at the animal center of Mr. Agreste?" Questioned Luka looking at Kagami.

„Check orders for the house, appointments, follow requests of adoptions or visits, notice down specific changes of certain animals in and outside of the cage, moving them around. Pretty much the same as my mother-in-law is doing," Kagami responded. „It's not every day the same, but it has lots of aspects that are fixed to be done at some point,"

„You're really fine working together with Adrien's parents?" Questioned Luka curious.

„I always heard family business was difficult, because of the relationships and all," Nathaniel mentioned putting into his glass lemonade juice.

„Yes but so far we never had issues due to us being in the same family. I don't know how others have experienced it," Kagami mentioned. „Also I have only been there for about a year,"

„My parents love you Kagami. There's no way, they could think otherwise of you," Adrien commented glancing at his wife making her smile at his comment.

„How does your mother feel about Adrien?" Luka asked.

„She's fine with him, don't worry. She actually enjoys knowing when I'm not able to be around to help her, that he can,"

„A mother-in-law always appreciates this from their son-in-law," Nathaniel mentioned making Marinette giggle along with Luka.

„Indeed," Luka agreed, then watched Elliot appear walking towards his parents and placed his hand on Adrien's elbow.

„Daddy, will you play with us?" Elliot asked followed by Adrien looking down at his son a little neutral at the quest.

„Uh has it to be now?" Questioned Adrien earning a nod from Elliot.

„Pretty please?" Begged the son making Luka grin at his friend, then Adrien rolled his eyes at Kagami, which shrugged her shoulders, then Adrien sighed and placed down his book.

„Well your Daddy could really use another break," Adrien mentioned getting up from his chair, then watched Rouven come along to grab Luka on his hand to follow him.

„Dad you will be the villain. You will be Rocky the fire guy," Rouven announced making Luka chuckle.

„You're saying that now, because I have flames on the edge of my pants, right?" Luka questioned earning a nod from the son.

„What will we be then?" Questioned Adrien looking down at his son, making Elliot think.

„I will be Ken, the brother of Kiara. You or your dad will be Uncle Norm and the girl Ally," Rouven mentioned earning a nod from Elliot.

„Uncle Norm sounds like a good role for me," Adrien mentioned. „Can I keep him?"

„Can I be a boy instead? I don't know how to be a girl" Elliot questioned earning a nod from the father.

„Yeah....you can be called.....Ali or so. It's a boy name," Explained the father earning a nod from Elliot.

„Okay," Elliot replied, then Rouven ran against Elliot and waved his arms against him making a wind sound watching Elliot sit down on the ground.

„I've hit you with my wind power!" Rouven announced making Elliot laugh, then Elliot got up and swung his arms forward to pretend to be throwing water at the friend.

„Splash!" Elliot shouted, then Adrien observed his son run behind Rouven and Nathalie, afterward Luka followed the kids and packed Nathalie causing her to scream, afterward she laughed as Luka began to tickle her.

„Ken! Help me!" Shouted Nathalie, then Rouven stopped along with Elliot and the raven-haired boy ran against his father and held his hands in front of his father.

„I'm using wind on you Rocky!" Rouven shouted watching Luka place down Nathalie on the ground then fall back down on his back.

„Woah.....lehlehlehleh....too much wind.....," Luka mimicked trying to play it out to the kids the role of getting hit by a wind blow. Adrien began to laugh, then approached the kids around Luka, which began to tickle the older adult making him laugh.

„Hey.....Ali, where should I help you out?" Questioned Adrien, then Elliot pulled Adrien's arms on Luka's taille to tickle him there. „You know I have a better idea, son," Adrien told placing his arms under his son's arms tickling the boy causing him to laugh.

„No dad, stop it!" The boy ordered laughing at the tickle attack of the father. „Mom, help me!" Elliot called making Kagami laugh and get up from the table to stick her hands under Adrien's arms to tickle him making him go off Elliot and fall down on his back. Elliot began to tickle his father from behind Adrien's head under the arms, while Kagami was on her knees tickling her husband on the side of his belly.

„No, no, no! Please.....I can't hold it!" Adrien complained as his wife joined in, afterward, the others stopped watching only Elliot and Kagami tickle Adrien, then Elliot stopped still cackling from the fun and observed his mother play with his father, soon she looked up at her husband's face and smiled warmly at him. Elliot noticed their minor loveable interaction and looked up at Luka, which saw it too then gave a thumb up at the blonde boy.

Nathaniel got up from the table running at the exit of the plot with his smartphone, which he held on the road and raised his fist in victory, and looked back at the guests.

„Hey guys! Lila's is almost here!" Nathaniel announced. „Nathalie your mom is coming!" Nathaniel shouted making the daughter smile and ran toward the father, which picked her up to show her far on the end of the road a black taxi come along making Nathalie happy.

„Mommy is coming!" Nathalie commented with a smile, then the guests reunited around the Kurtzberg's to await Lila's taxi to arrive.

„Is it that black Sport class?" Questioned Kagami watching on the left side of the window a hand raise out to wave at the guests. „There she is," Kagami mentioned earning a nod from her husband.

„Wave your arm," Nathaniel asked watching his daughter obey the father with a chuckle watching along with the father the vehicle approach the last crossroad before their house, soon as the car was in the middle of it from the right side a dark-blue hatchback appeared, then pulled the brakes at the moment he crashed against the taxi causing it to flip around shrieking all the guests that had witnessed it along with the Kurtzbergs.

„Nooo!" Shouted the redhead as the taxi lied on his head and the other car stood with a damaged front beside the car. Nathalie stared at the cars shocked about what she just saw, then Marinette got in front of the two.

„Look at me you two, focus me," Marinette asked watching Nathaniel look at the car, then Nathalie began to cry and Marinette embraced the two unsure about how she should handle the situation. Nathaniel stared horrified at seeing the state of the two vehicle, then felt Marinette move his face away from the scene and gazed at her husband, which was on the smartphone typing down a number. „Luka?" Marinette asked watching him look at the cars, then she rolled her eyes at Kagami, which led Rouven and Elliot into the house, then Marinette grabbed Nathaniel by his arm to pull him away from there and she gazed back to see Adrien head towards the cars, seconds later followed by her husband, which made his way to the blue car while Adrien was trying to open the door of the driver, which he couldn't move due to it being damaged.

„I will see if they need any help. Make sure they don't get to us," Kagami ordered Marinette which nodded and led Nathaniel along with his daughter back to the house, where they sat down on the couch next to the boys, which were looking sad at their friend's state.

„Maman, will Mrs. Kurtzberg be okay?" Rouven questioned, then Marinette sat down between him and Elliot and placed her arms behind the two boys.

„At the moment I don't know what I can tell you. Dad called the ambulance and Adrien and Kagami are trying to help, where they can," Marinette responded. „The only thing we can do is to wait here for the professionals to come and take care of the rest," Marinette explained and looked at Nathaniel, which embraced his daughter tight, which was sobbing about what she witnessed. Elliot looked up at Marinette, which noticed his sad feeling and caressed him on the head, then the blonde wrapped his arms around the woman, which took him along with her son tight to her to give them comfort.

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inkribbon796 · 4 years ago

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Days of Childhood

~::~ 10 Years Ago ~::~

Summary: 5+1, Visitation Day. Yancy palling around with his family. All taking place within the same week.

A/N: Bim and Yan are currently 21, making Yancy and Kay 22, and Illinois and Arthur 23. Meaning that here they are 11, 12, and 13 respectively.

5. Arthur- Bugs Alive:

“Come on, hurry up,” Arthur called out, his notebook clutched to his chest as he ran off, Yancy was struggling to keep up with all the rocks and tree roots.

The two boys were running around the spooky woods surrounding the Manor. No wild animals, except for insects and rats, could be found. Normally people who entered the woods became lost and died. Dark took great pains to hide the skeletons that could be found within the unhallowed woods.

Yancy only caught up when the young Author had stopped at a fallen tree that was covered in mushrooms and other fungi, moss covering the rotting wood in sickly patches. He looked giddy and excited, holding a large jar along with his notebook.

In later retellings, Yancy would admit to this being a huge red flag.

“There you are slowpoke,” Arthur shoved the jar into Yancy’s hands. “I need some bugs so I can study them for my stories.”

Unsuspecting, Yancy smiled, “Can I look at them too?”

The young author shrugged, “Sure, whatever.”

“Did you hear?” Arthur started, smiling mischievously, cracking his notebook open. “Dark gave me a nickname, like the kind his network have.”

“I thought we weren’t allowed to join,” Yancy reminded in confusion.

“Well I’ve got one, that means I’m better than Illy,” with a couple quick words, the entire tree trunk violently flipped over, exposing dozens of types of teaming insects out in the open. “No one else here has one but me.”

Yancy frowned at the snide look on his older adopted brother’s face, “Bim goes by Junior.”

“He doesn’t count,” Arthur snapped angrily, and ripped the jar away and started scooping up insects, uncaring if they crawled over his hands to get away from him. “Wil gave him that.

“So what’s your nickname then?” Yancy asked.

“Dark calls me “his little Author” neat huh?” Arthur smiled proudly as he screwed the cap on and smiled at the jar.

“Yeah,” Yancy leaned in to look at the bugs. “So where are you going to hide them? Dark’ll get mad if you bring them into the house.”

Arthur wrote another couple of words and his bat appeared at his feet, a smile on his face, “What do yah mean, Yanc?”

Yancy scurried back with his hands as Arthur brought the bat onto the jar, crushing many insects as others frantically tried to escape. The young author crushed one trying to flee, bringing up his notebook and making sure they all froze in place. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Sick to his stomach, Yancy tried to scoop up some of the insects, the little crawlers freed from Arthur’s powers when they touched his hand, and he flung them into the safety of the bushes.

“Hey, they’re mine!” Arthur shouted. “Don’t throw them away.”

“Run little bugs,” Yancy scooped up some beetles and a worm and threw them into the bushes.

With a couple flourishes of his wrist, an equal number of bugs that Yancy had saved, exploded. “I can kill them faster than you can take them.”

Yancy stuck out his tongue, scooping up another beetle, “You can’t stop me!

Their game continued, Yancy running back to the Manor with a bloody nose and Arthur more than a bit scratched up.

4. Illinois- Heroes and Villains:

Inside the Manor there were two young boys running around the house, one as, and the other who was in a kid’s brown fedora that tended to fall over his eyes was 13.

“Stop running,” Illinois yelled at Yancy. “You’re the hero, you’re supposed to chase me.”

“Youse always play the villain, I’s want a turn,” Yancy yelled back at him and tripped over the rug, crashing hard on the ground.

“Oww,” Yancy grumbled as Illinois jumped onto him and started tying up his feet.

“Gotcha!” Illinois cheered, “now it’s . . .”

The older boy paused for a bit, “You okay.”

“Yeah it just hurts,” he complained.

“Oh,” Illinois stopped and finished tying him up, grabbing a blanket that had been left on the couch. “You can be the villain for a little bit long if you want.”

“Youse gonna ta drag me ta jail?” Yancy asked, smiling and giggling when Illinois rolled him onto the blanket.

Illinois grabbed the blanket and began dragging it towards, “You’re going to jail for stealing a candy bar!”

“No!” Yancy yelled overdramatically.

Illinois picked up a corner of the blanket and began dragging him towards the nearest closet. They passed Dark who was outside his office and looking at them, unimpressed.

“You two aren’t playing that game again are you?” He asked.

Illinois adjusted his hat so it wasn’t over his eyes, “Yes?”

Dark groaned, “Play that outside, you’re going to break something.”

“OK, Dad,” both Yancy and Illinois agreed and Illinois began dragging Yancy and the blanket towards the door.

Because both of them were turned away they missed the scared look on Dark’s face at the title they’d give him. Fear that quickly gave way to a colder mask. “It’s Dark.”

Both the boys frowned,, correcting themselves before Illinois finished dragging Yancy onto the back patio and then carried him down the stairs to the lawn where he grabbed a couple croquet pins and made a little small fence around him. Both boys unaware that Dark was watching them from the balcony

“There,” Illinois said proudly, hands resting on his hips. “I won.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yancy complained. “Whatever. Untie me already.”

Illinois tapped his chin, “Nah, untie yourself.”

“Noisy!” Yancy yelled. “Get back here!”

Then Yancy noticed a danger sticking out of the ground. Quickly Yancy rolled over and grabbed the knife and began cutting himself free.

“Hey!” Illinois began racing for the patio stairwell door as Yancy finished cutting himself free. Since the knots were tied by a thirteen-year-old and Illinois hadn’t actually meant to keep him trapped indefinitely, it didn’t take long.

However, now Yancy was chasing Illinois around with a knife in his hand as the boys ran up the stairs. Dark quickly snatched the knife out of his hand the first chance he got.

“Dark, he cheated!” Illinois called out.

The Entity was just sipping from his coffee cup as the two boys raced around him. “You’re the villain now, get away from him.”

Yancy and Illinois kept running around the backyard until they got exhausted and Dark brought them inside for a nap and a snack.

3. Kay- The King of the Squirrels:

Kay was arranging some of the stuffed animals he owned into a pile. The young boy had a red blanket tied around his neck. Dark and King were in a bit of an arms race. King always asked for a pet, every birthday, Christmas, and Thursday. Dark, sick and tired of always saying a two-letter word over and over again bet he could find any stuffed animal and if he was ever unable to, Kay could have that animal as a pet.

It was bet Dark had yet to lose, which led to an arms race of Kay finding different names for animals, and a very extensive stuffed animal collection.

Yancy jumped out of the pile, and raised a stuffed platypus above his head, “Found it!”

“Uh, they don’t hunt squirrels,” Kay reminded him.

“What do they eat then?” Yancy asked, trying to get out of the pile without knocking the whole thing over.

“Bugs, worms,” Kay shrugged and grabbed a leopard plushie. “Here, cats can eat squirrels.”

“But I’s like the platty-pus,” Yancy complained.

“Bring them both,” Kay shrugged, and Yancy took the leopard and held both of them in his arms in a warm hug.

Out of all of his siblings, Yancy liked spending time with Illy, but he always thought Kay was the nicest. The boys ran outside, to where Kay had hidden some of his favorite stuffed animals, his squirrels, up into a tree towards the edge of the tree line into the creepy forest. Wil had magicked them all up a treehouse. Dark had been less than impressed, only agreeing to keep the kids’ new “wooden death trap” when Wil demonstrated its sturdiness by getting up and jumping up and down on the thing and not fall through the wood.

King usually spent all his time up in the treehouse. And Yancy waited at the bottom until he could throw the toys up and climb up.

The afternoon was spent peacefully playing with the stuffed animals.

2. Bim- Starlight, Starbright:

Yancy and Bim were out on the front lawn, sneaking out late at night to catch fireflies. Normally Dark let them stay up late all summer collecting bugs and sleeping in the backyard. But for the last few days he’d been keeping them all inside, constantly watching them any time they went near the backyard. He promised them that whatever was lurking around the area would be gone soon and they could go back to enjoying the stars and bugs.

And if Yancy heard Dark screaming and fighting something in what he was pretty sure was a dead, haunted forest, the young boy was too nervous to talk about it with anyone else.

Bim jumped, his glasses almost falling off his face. He caught another firefly in his hands, cupping his hands around it, “Yes!”

Yancy was catching another firefly and carefully putting it in a jar where there were already a dozen fireflies buzzing around inside. After the fiasco with Arthur, he kept a tight grip on the insect jar, even though Bim had never ruthlessly tortured insects before.

The two boys kept putting little lightning bugs into their jar until Bim was finally satisfied. “Yeah, look at them,” Bim cheered. “Aren’t they cool, their little butts glow.”

“Yeah, ain’t they something,” Yancy agreed, before noticing that the fireflies were disappearing from their backyard, as if they were being chased. “I’s think Dark’s comin’ we should get inside.”

Bim frowned, “I didn’t even get my wish.”

“We’ll make it inside, come on,” Yancy began running inside, both boys missing the slowly gathering black mist that was in the treeline as the two boys raced inside and up into Bim’s bedroom. Only then did they giggle a little bit in the darkness, the only light was from the little bugs in their jar.

“Let me make the first one,” Bim reached for the jar.

“No, you’ll let them all go,” Yancy reminded, holding the jar away from him. “Come on, I’s never get the first one.”

He pouted, folding his arms like Wil tended to do, “Come on.”

Yancy moved over to Bim’s window and began to open it as Bim swiped the jar and grabbed one of the bugs, pinning it to his hand with his almost invisible aura. Yancy lunged for the jar to close it, but two glowing bugs escaped through the window. “Hey!”

“I want to be just like Daddy when I grown up,” Bim wished, blowing gently on the insect and allowing it to fly off.

Yancy was carefully getting another lightning bug on his own finger so he could make his own wish: “I’s wanna be a good person.”

Bim scoffed at that, but only ordered, “Give me another bug, I’ve got more wishes to make.”

Glaring at him, Yancy fought over the fireflies until they were all gone and Bim closed the window, all their troubles safely locked out of Manor.

1. Yan- Teddy Bear Picnic:

Yancy was sitting out in the back lawn with Yan, a little table between them and as many chairs as the little table could fit with a teddy on each chair. Each bear had on a bow tie and a frilly hat and a full tea party in front of them.

Yan was in a nice little red dress while Yancy was in a bow tie,

Two of the bears belonged to Yan and Yancy respectively, and the other three were politely and quietly “borrowed” from Kay’s collection.

Yan kicked her feet a little bit as she poured tea for the bear next to her.

“Why do you always give tea to her first?” Yancy complained.

“Because Ms. Talia is a lady,” Yan said.

“Youse been sittings’ there pouring her tea fer ferever,” Yancy reminded.

Then suddenly the whole table jolted, Yan and Yancy froze and leaned away from the table, Yan gasping in horror as her hard work was mostly tossed to the floor.

“Rawr! Rawr!” Artie began growling excitedly as he moved underneath the same tablecloth.

“Artie!” Yan got up and stomped her feet angrily. “You wrecked my tea party!”

“I’m not Artie,” Arthur said. “I’m a sea monster.”

“There’s no sea monsters at tea parties,” Yancy reminded sharply.

Arthur frowned, “Then you’re having a lousy tea party.”

“No,” Yan spat. “I don’t want sea monsters at my tea party!”

The young author frowned, before growing a bit and running off with the table cloth.

A chase ensued on the back lawn, the two kids chasing their older brother until they could rip the cloth away and slowly start rebuilding their little tea party. With Artie the sea monster in sea monster jail until the end of the tea party.

+1. Dark and Wil- Bruised Egos and Bloodied Knuckles:

It began simply enough. Arthur had brought a rat into the house, and Kay had been excited. A secret little pet to hide from Dark for a while.

Kay named him Pretzel.

The poor creature barely lasted an hour. It was in debate for the rest of Arthur’s existence on what had happened to the rodent. Whether he was jealous of the rat spending more time with Kay, or he simply got bored of it.

Either way when Kay snuck off to check on Pretzel, the rat was gone with only a couple specks of blood on the floor of its cage.

He angrily went to confront Arthur, who was watching a show with Wil and the other kids. Arthur feigned ignorance and Yancy jumped Arthur for killing another creature, trying to separate him from his notebook and hold him down.

The fight resulted in Arthur getting a black eye, Kay getting some scratches to the face, and Yancy getting one of the last of his baby teeth getting literally kicked out of his skull.

Wil was trying to separate the three boys with his aura, and looked relieved when Dark ran in and grabbed Arthur, the two porting over to the young boy’s room.

With Arthur gone Kay finally stopped fighting and just started crying, Yancy crying a bit at how upset he was.

Yancy was given a lollipop as Kay spoke through his tears. “He killed my rat, he killed Pretzel.”

“There, there,” Wilford waved another lollipop into his hand and did a little magic trick. “You’ll see Pretzel again. He didn’t die.”

“Wil!” Dark walked in, looking unhappy. “Don’t make it worse.”

“Kaylor if you wanted another rat toy I could have given it to you,” Dark reprimanded, summoning up a little rat plushie in his hands and holding it out to the boy. “You shouldn’t be fighting with Arthur over a rat.”

Kay glared at the toy and pushed it away, “I don’t want a toy, I want Pretzel.”

Dark took a deep, audible breath, and handed Yancy the toy instead. “We can’t have a pet, and this is why. Be lucky you got as long as you did with the thing.”

“Pretzel,” Yancy corrected.

Rolling his eyes, Dark corrected, “Pretzel, fine. Be lucky you got any time with Pretzel. No one in the house can control themselves, and any other pet will not last. Hopefully Pretzel escaped on his own.”

Dark picked Yancy up with his aura, setting the boys side-by-side as he talked to them. “Just imagine that Pretzel escaped and is living with the other rats. If that makes you feel better.”

Kay nodded and Dark smiled as he dried Kay’s eyes, “I’m sorry we can’t have the pet you want, and maybe one day you’ll get to actually own a pet.”

Giving a small smile, Dark smiled back and smooth out Kay’s slight curly hair.

Then he turned to Yancy, “As for you.”

“What?” Yancy argued back.

“What were you thinking?” Dark demanded.

“Artie killed Pretzel an’ might use his book ta hurt Kay,” Yancy accused.

“How do you know he killed it?” Dark quizzed.

“Because he smashed a jar a bugs an’ he hit me,” Yancy answered as Dark just stoically stared at him.

When Yancy finished, Dark summoned up his favorite candy bar and held it up in front of the young boy.

“Listen to me, Yancy, you need to always protect your siblings, even if sometimes you have to protect them from each other.” Dark had the softest look in his eyes that Yancy had ever seen. When Yancy reached for the candy bar, Dark’s looked hardened and he pulled it away.

“This isn’t a free license to beat up on your brother, do you understand me?” Dark demanded.

“Yes,” Yancy replied earnestly.

Dark smiled and gave him the candy bar. Turning back to Will he said, “Well hopefully Arthur’s calmed down a bit. Can’t leave him in his room all day.”

Dark ripped open a portal in the Void and walked through it, leaving Wil to take the kids back to the living room where then TV was waiting for them.

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orihara-infobroker · 4 years ago

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All of those prompts are great :o it's really hard to choose. But---- 37 for Shikizaya and 44 for any pairing you want. I'm so curious :D

(I was trying to get both done at the same time but it’s taking too long so I’m going to break them up. Here’s the first. I’ll try to get the second done by Tuesday)

37 - “Feel Free To Admire Me” - Shikizaya

“I’ve run into a bit of a unique problem.” Izaya’s eyes flickered immediately to Shiki at the executive’s measured words. Izaya kept his expression pleasantly neutral but Shiki knew he had caught the raven’s attention. He dropped a file onto Izaya’s desk. “One of our shipments was stolen. I need you to track it down."

Izaya arched a brow. "That doesn't sound unique."

"It appears to have been stolen by a small research company."

"What was in the shipment?"

"Guns."

"Why would a research company steal a yakuza shipment of guns?"

"That's what I would like to know."

"OK… But… How did a research company steal a shipment of guns from the yakuza?”

Shiki’s expression twisted into one of irritation. “They stole the truck.”

“The truck your people loaded…?” Izaya arched a brow. “What were your men doing?”

“Not my men. I wasn’t in charge of this. They were taking a smoke break. The driver went to take a piss. No one was paying attention. The thief just got into the driver’s seat and drove away. And now I’m the one who has to clean it up.”

Izaya’s eyes widened. “Whose men were they? Is he going to lose a finger? Or maybe get kicked out? Or murdered?”

Shiki scowled at Izaya. “Why are you excited about that? Just find the shipment and find out why they stole it.”

“I’ve never seen someone lose a finger. Will they really have the guts to follow through? What kind of person would be able to do it? Humans are usually so cowardly, after all. I’d be interested to see if this man has the will to go against natural instincts for the sake of personal honour.”

“No one is going to lose a finger,” Shiki informed Izaya with a hint of amusement. “Call me when you have something.”

“Fine. But if someone loses a finger, can I watch?”

“If you don’t find my guns, you might be the one to lose a finger,” Shiki replied ominously and Izaya shivered.

“Scary~”

“I found your missing shipment,” Izaya announced through the phone. “I have an address and I’m heading there now to confirm. Care to accompany me?”

“Did you find out why they stole it?”

“Yes. Someone hi-jacked your shipment to piggyback their own smuggled goods into the country.”

“Why steal from the yakuza instead of hiring us to do the smuggling?”

“If I were to provide a conjecture, it would be because they are, by all appearances, a legitimate company and do not wish to tarnish their image by associating with the yakuza. If this isn’t a consistent need, something they only need to do once, they may have considered it lower risk.”

“Lower risk to steal a yakuza shipment?”

“Well, considering how easy it was for them to do it…” Izaya replied with mockery in his voice.

“Tch.” Shiki clicked his teeth in irritation. “A mistake that won’t be made again. Send me the information, I’ll meet you there.”

Shiki’s car pulled up in front of the research company, a relatively small building sandwiched between a strip of stores and an apartment complex. The front of the building was glass with clean lettering announcing the address and name of the company. It could have been one of a number of small companies like it, not at all terrifying like the looming tower that was Nebula. Izaya was lingering near the door as he watched Shiki and two of his men getting out of the car.

“Feel free to admire me,” Izaya responded with a smirk as Shiki approached.

“For doing what I pay you very generously to do?” Shiki replied and Izaya huffed.

“Do you want to know what it was that they were hiding in your shipment?”

Shiki arched a brow as they entered the building, the two thugs falling in step behind their boss. “Are you withholding information, Orihara?”

“You didn’t ask me to find out what they were smuggling.” Izaya’s eyes shone with amusement.

Shiki gave him an exasperated look. “We will be discussing this later.”

There was a small reception desk behind which sat a tidy-looking woman in a suit. “Good afternoon, do you have an appointment?” She asked politely, a fake smile plastered to her face as her eyes shifted from Shiki to the thugs and back.

Shiki gave her a cool look as he pulled out his card case and handed her his business card. “I would like to speak to Director Takeshi.” He spoke coolly. She took the card, eyes widening as she read it.

“O-of course, sir,” she stuttered as she reached for the phone. “Takashi-san, Shiki Haruya of the Awakusu-kai is here to see you.” After a moment she hung up and stood, gesturing to the doors behind her. “If you will follow me please, I will show you to his office.”

The director’s office was just as white and sterile as the rest of the building and the man sitting behind the desk was exactly what one might expect the director of a research company to look like. Sharp eyes hidden behind black frames, lab coat over business attire, a desk covered in books and reports. He rose and bowed low to Shiki.

“Shiki-san, my apologies for causing you such an inconvenience.” There was a nervous undertone to his polite words. “We will return your property to you, of course, and the man responsible has already been disciplined for his overreach.”

“Overreach?” Izaya snickered.

“I appreciate your honesty in this, Takeshi-san,” Shiki responded, ignoring Izaya’s insert as he took a seat and gestured for the Director to do the same. “However, I believe the overreach began when you decided to use the yakuza without paying the appropriate costs.”

“My apologies, Shiki-san.” Director Takeshi repeated. “It was… an ill-advised plan based on advice given to me by an untrustworthy sort of person. I am prepared to forward you whatever compensation you require.”

Izaya leaned against the chair Shiki had taken a seat in. “And the very interesting item you used the yakuza to smuggle?”

Director Takeshi’s gaze snapped to Izaya and he frowned. “We need those animals for a study.”

“Yet you couldn’t acquire them legally?”

“The costs and requirements were prohibitive since they’re all rare species and it would have taken far too long…”

“Well, since you used yakuza transport to bring them over, and should any investigations be done, it would lead back to us, that makes them our property.” Shiki gave the man a smirk. “Of course, for a small addition to the cost, we can overlook it.”

Director Takeshi paled then nodded. “O-of course, Shiki-san.”

“We would like to see the animals, to verify them against our own shipment information,” Izaya spoke and Shiki gave him a questioning look.

“Very well…” Director Takeshi agreed hesitantly, standing and leading them to a small lab area with rows of animal cages. Only a few had animals in them and Izaya scanned the cages until he found the one he was looking for. He opened the cage and Director Takeshi moved to protest but one look from Shiki silenced him.

“Hello, beautiful,” Izaya crooned as he picked up a tiny ball of fluff. It let out a pitiful squeak of protest, stretching out its paws to claw at the air. “What kind of horrible scientist would experiment on a baby like you?” He continued, sending a judgemental look toward Takeshi. “I have just the place for you.”

“You can’t take it! It would be an invasive species!” Director Takeshi protested though he made no move to stop Izaya. Shiki eyed Izaya suspiciously as he approached with the kitten.

“He’s a leopard cat,” Izaya informed Shiki, eyes bright. “From the markings, I think he’s from the Indian region.”

“Izaya…” Shiki murmured as he gazed at the spotted ball of fluff. It let out an indignant squeak. “This is why you came instead of just sending me the information.”

Izaya beamed at him smugly. “Admire me now?”

“Takeshi-san, we will waive the additional charges but the leopard cat will be confiscated.” Shiki turned to the Director and the man, looking defeated, gave Shiki another deep bow. “I will draw up the bill and have it delivered tomorrow. Please show my associate to our property.”

Director Takeshi led one of the thugs away to where they had stored the truck and its contents while Izaya and Shiki returned to the car. Izaya placed the kitten on the seat between them with a grin and it immediately clambered over to Shiki climbing onto his lap and stretching it’s paws up to grab onto his suit jacket. “He isn’t even old enough to be on his own,” Izaya spoke critically. “Poor guy was probably stolen from his den.”

“When did you find out about the cat?” Shiki asked as he attempted to disentangle the kitten’s claws from his suit. The kitten immediately switched his attention to attacking Shiki’s hand.

“When I tracked the shipment information back to the source. There were some other rare animals but when I saw this guy on the list, I had to see him for myself. I didn’t expect him to be a kitten though.”

“And you just expected me to foot the bill for your cat crusade?”

Izaya smirked. “No. I expected to come back later and break him out. It seems I’ve discovered one of your weaknesses, Haruya.”

Shiki gave him a long look as he scooped up the kitten. “Perhaps I will keep him, then.”

“Ehhh?!” Izaya exclaimed. “Haruya! You can’t steal what I rightfully stole!”

“Of course I can. Technically it was the Awakusu who paid for him.”

“You wouldn’t have known about him without me!” Izaya protested, pouting.

“What are you willing to pay for your little furball?” Shiki gave Izaya a sadistic smile.

“Haruya!” Izaya complained and the kitten squawked in protest, attempting to chew on one of Shiki’s fingers. “That’s just unfair to the kitten. You’d never be around to take care of him.”

Shiki chuckled. “What should I name him?”

Izaya pouted. “He’ll eat your fish.”

“If he manages to find a way into a sealed tank, I’ll be impressed. Especially considering his current size. Maybe I’ll call him Fujin.”

Izaya’s eyes lit up at the reference. “Oh, that’s perfect. Little demon god.”

Shiki dropped the newly named kitten into Izaya’s lap, giving him a slight smile. “Such a troublesome cat.”

#fanfiction #durarara #pride prompts #shikizaya #and cats #because I haven't written a Haruya Cat Tamer story in a while #my writing

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