#but with Blade next phase and Kafka right after

[artheresy]

Damn I do not check up on characters I don’t play at all… only just now realized my Sampo is E6 after looking at one of the exchange shops and after looking at more of my Eidolons, I got E5 Yukong, both March and Luka are at E4 and somehow?? I have Bronya at E3?? I don’t even think I’ve lost any 50 50s other than for Kafka to Clara and a random pull where I got Welt on Seele’s rerun so that E3 Bronya is purely standard…

I need to start changing up my teams more, Blade and Luocha have become permanent fixtures with the rest of the team based around them like

[vashatxt]

fear not (angsty kafka x blade smut drabble)

Elio's script never lies; and the next act is simple: Blade is no longer of use, and it's time to grant his wish. His own funeral is imminent, and Kafka is in charge of delivering the news. But instead, she gives in to her one desire. And it just makes reality so much harder to accept. (nsfw drabble with angst)

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. 

Kafka cups his chin, forcing Blade to look her right in the eyes. Where there’s pain, there is healing. And his eyes are so void of everything but anguish and torture that even Kafka doesn’t know what to do.

So instead of letting her spirit whisper lead, she leans in and presses her lips to his. “Bladie,” she mumbles. “Just go with it. Whatever you want to do.”

~~~

“What’s her weakness?”

“Her partner. The one who calls himself Blade.”

“Do it.”

Kafka gasps, as if she’s coming up for air after being held underwater for a long time, struggling to inflate her lungs fully as the panic sets in. Elio removes his hands from her shoulders and clicks his tongue. 

“Snap out of it, Kafka.”

“What are they planning?”

“That doesn’t concern you.”

Then why show me such a scene?

She doesn’t let up; her knees finally click back into position, and another breath helps her regain her composure. Elio has retreated to his desk, sitting behind it looking wholly unbothered. 

“Hey,” Kafka barks, marching across the marble floor and taking the chair opposite him, eyebrows raised as if she’s spoiling for a fight. “This isn’t fair. You wouldn’t have shared that vision with me if I didn’t have to -,”

“I don’t appreciate your tone, Kafka. You serve me, remember?”

“Then enlighten me as to what I’m supposed to do with this information. What, they’re going to try and… lure me out by compromising Blade somehow? Get me to rescue him again?”

“That seems to be the case. But Kafka, if that happens, we can’t… we can’t risk this operation, not when we’re this close to securing this phase. He’s expendable.”

Elio’s words are pointed, but matter of fact. “Kafka. Tell Blade he’s served his purpose. It’s time for us two to meet face to face.”

The words are on the tip of her tongue, but for some reason, she lacks the conviction to speak them out loud. No matter her personal feelings, she can’t let Elio see her falter; if he begins to distrust her then she’ll be just as expendable as Blade.

And Kafka is much easier to dispose of.

“Do you have anything else to say to me, Kafka?”

“No. I’ll be on my way.”

She has to hold it together. For Blade’s sake. 

“Seems there are things you fear after all.” Elio’s last words echo in her ears on her way out. 

The calm sets in when she’s home; even if only on the surface. Silver Wolf barely notices anything is wrong, much too busy making Sam look like a fool and beating the shit out of his timings on some kind of hackathon game. Blade must be in his room. Good. Better to let this be a private affair. 

“Step it up, Sam,” Kafka yawns as she walks past, throwing a half wave in their direction and making a beeline for the bedroom compartment. His dismayed cry in response - “She’s cheating!” - is of no concern to her. Not when she’s hovering at the door, ready to knock and enter, as business-like as possible. 

Must you be so nervous? This is Blade’s wish. It should be a happy occasion. You knew this would happen one day.

~~~

His hands grab at her waist almost immediately, a grip so tight that it takes Kafka by surprise. Blade pushes her against the door and closes the distance between them, nipping at her bottom lip, sucking as it splits and the taste  of blood fills his mouth. Kafka moans into him and thrusts her hips forward, wishing she could get closer, wishing away the layers of clothes that still separate them. 

She doesn’t like to lose control, and she knows she can’t, not around Blade - he needs her to be there for him. But with every second, his grip grows stronger, it starts to hurt and she wouldn’t be able to get away if she wanted to, and she knows it’s selfish, but she doesn’t care. “Blade,” Kafka tugs at the loose fabric of his tailcoat, her voice whinier than she’s ever heard it. “I want…,”

“I need you,” he nuzzles into the nape of her neck as he speaks, steadying himself. “Kafka, I don’t… I don’t know how to… my hands…,”

“Your hands.” Kafka swallows the lump in her throat. The hands he relied on so much, that allowed him to craft, do the thing he loved so much. This world has taken everything from him, even the right to a real life and a real death. 

I love you.

She wants to speak the words, but they won’t come. 

Instead, she says “Don’t worry about your hands.” 

Instead, she nods at him; a command to undress. She does the same; pushing him backward with a finger to his lips until he stumbles and falls onto the mattress. 

Instead, she puts on a show for him, watches his tired eyes widen and his thick cock twitch as she takes off her shirt, her shorts, everything but her bra, because she wants to feel him fumble with the strap behind her back, not clumsy because of his loss of coordination but because he’s so desperate to see her tits, to touch her and kiss her and leave his mark all over. 

Instead, she straddles him and lowers herself onto his cock, and she doesn’t stay quiet about it. His name spills from her mouth, she can’t help it, she feels so full; and Blade, God, Blade… the way his eyes close and his lips part and he groans when she rocks her hips back and forth. The way his tongue looks so pretty, how she feels her stomach clenching imagining it lapping at her clit while she sits on his face, but no, not yet, this is all about Blade. It’s always about Blade, really. 

“Kafka - Kafka, I’m gonna…,”

Please, don’t take him away from me. 

“You can, please, please, please come for me…,” she’s shushing him, reassuring, gentle; even when he spills inside of her and her thighs ache, she doesn’t want to roll off of him, she doesn’t want to spend a second without him inside of her. 

Please. I need him. Please don’t take him. There has to be another way.

Kafka is an expert at not crying. Crying has always just been a form of manipulation for her, which means she can control when she does and doesn’t do it. Holding back the tears is her saving grace. 

“I have to tell you something, Blade.”  

“No - not now,” he’s panting, the sweat is pouring down his face. “Can it wait?”

It can’t, but Kafka nods. She cocks her head, and Blade shifts onto his side; Kafka climbing behind him and pulling the covers up right over their heads. She’ll wrap her arms around his waist and hold him all night, because as long as they’re within this bubble of stale air and darkness, nothing can tear them apart. 

Seems I do have something to fear.

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

<<spoilers in this blurb guys!!>>

the 'reunion' of the high cloud quintet wasn't always something that had been weighing on blade's mind- he had seldom remembered the past. being with the stellaron hunters and going on missions directed by elio was a good distraction- what with kafka's words supplying him the numbness he needed to keep his mara in check. still, the person he mentioned needing to see before leaving the luofu was no doubt related to that very past.

when kafka had parted ways with the trailblazer after getting blade's condition back under control, you stood off to the side of the meeting place in the divination commission and watched as he also had a brief conversation with the stellaron-infused being.

in truth, you weren't sure what you were doing here. you had no reason to be and the script elio had prepared was finished, hence why kafka had already left. you should be right behind her, moving to get back to rest up before your next errand. and yet, you stood against the wall with one arm crossed over your chest and the other looking lazily at your phone screen.

the text thread between you, kafka, and silver wolf was mostly kafka announcing her return, silver wolf trying to convince you to come back to help her with some sort of dual hack for some game, and you saying that you would be on your way shortly. by the time you had left the thread and lifted your eyes from the screen to the looming shadow that now stood near you, the trailblazer had vanished, and blade was within your bubble.

"all finished?" you asked plainly, pocketing your phone before pushing off the wall and standing to meet him. his aura was always somewhat intimidating, but you had been around him long enough that it hardly phased you anymore. plus, he was probably exhuasted from the constant flow of mara that had just now been placed under wraps again. not that he would admit it.

"there are other matters." he blandly responds. with a sigh, your hands come up to your midrift and silently prod him for an answer to your silent question. 'am i staying or leaving?' "do as you please," was his reply. as he started off, you shifted your weight to your left and shook your head.

someone had to make sure he made it back, and since kafka had already up and left...

if he found your trailing presence irritating, he made no mention of it as you both found your way towards scalegorge waterscape.

stepping off the small boat that had carried you to the destination, your feet pressed firmly into the sand of the shore. from where you were, you could vaguely see a small group of four already near the statue of imbibitor lunae. your throat felt tight as you glanced over at blade, knowing that this has something to do with him and most probably his past that haunts his body.

without speaking, you move past him to lean against a large enough rock to support your weight comfortably.

"i'll be here when you're finished," you said. your back was towards the center of the land, and beyond it was the parted sea of dragon palace. you had been curious to see such a sight, but you knew now was not the time- and since now wasn't possible, you just swallowed your disappointment because you knew you wouldn't be returning to the luofu to ever try and see it again.

the visage of the calm sea that drifted your small vessel here would have to suffice.

"I won't be long," he tells you back, and whether he means it or not you're unsure. still, it was strange that he even replied to you in the first place- like a reassurance he would be back at all. you heard his boots crunching and shifting the sand as he made his way more inland until you couldn't hear him anymore.

you let out a deep breath before lifting your leg up. you rested your ankle on your opposite knee and set your elbow up so your chin rested in your palm. the breeze was nice at least.

you sat there for a while before you heard a commotion loud enough it made you tempted to go up shore and find out what was happening. blade could handle himself in more ways than one, you knew this fact well. still, the more you heard the more intrigue gathered in your mind. it was the echoing of blades clashing that finally got you to drop both your legs to the sand and start sauntering to where he had started off to before.

when you had finally made it, you slid behind one of the many fracture stone walls and peered around it. the blonde man and two cloud knights you briefly saw earlier had left, but the general had remained. alongside him and blade were two others, a woman with long white hair with a blindfold and the man you recognized as dan heng- one of the nameless that had been on the luofu at the same time as the trailblazer.

of course, you also knew that dan heng as imbibitor lunae with how much of an effect he had on blade before kafka had shut him away in some random building to calm him down.

whatever had happened had already concluded with blade laying on his back on the ground before bursting awake again with a gasp and small cough as he picked himself up. you had half a mind to go to his side and act as his crutch- as much as that would tick him off- but you refrained. it felt... wrong to let yourself be seen with so many people present. people you didn't even know at that.

so, you tucked yourself back behind the wall fully and shut your eyes, waiting until the chatter died. and soon it did. first the woman left, then the general, followed by blade's voice speaking coldly to dan heng. then, finally, silence and the sea.

feeling safer, you allowed yourself to step out into the open and as you suspected, all had cleared out aside from the black-haired man who kept his gaze glued to the eroded statue of a friend long since lost to him.

while he stared off into space, you finally turned your attention to the parted sea you were so interested in. you let a satisfied smile grace your features, as you look on at the beauty of the walls of water and what it had previously enclose in its depths. it truly was a wonderous sight, and you felt a little less guilty for being nosy as you gazed at it.

satisfactory eyes shut before you looked back to blade, seeing if he was done reminiscing... moping? whatever it was he was doing. his gaze had dropped from the statue at some point before you saw and he was now locked onto you. maybe he was waiting for you to finish gawking. you felt unsettled under the gaze of his heavy, crimson eye that wasn't concealed by his hair.

"are you quite finished?" his voice asked you before you cleared your throat.

"don't act like you were waiting on me."

"i was." your head dropped with a sigh. he was the one keeping you waiting! after all it was his mess you had to tag along with him for. was he pinning blame here?

"let's just go," you huff. "i'm sure the general won't be as generous if he sees us roaming around yet another time. kafka is probably already back by now." you turn your back and brush shoulders with the immortal, mara-man before stretching your arms in the arm as you step further away from him.

blade watched you go, getting further from his visage. watching your arms stretch then fall, seeing your shoulders expand then drop with each deep breath you took, yingxing almost felt envious of your life. then, with closed eyes, he reminded himself that you had suffered your own losses and closed the gates to those emotions he had lost.

in truth, he was waiting for you. knowing that you wanted to see the remains of the hidden sea palace even though you never voiced it was easy enough to read. he had been beside you long enough to read you and it helped he was already a fairly good judge of character to begin with. so, he waited for you to get your fill of the sight before finally bringing your attention back to him.

"blade!" you yell with a slight twinge in your voice. he opened his eyes and saw you had stopped walking, not hearing him fall behind you in step and turned around with your arms crossed. "we're leaving sometime soon i hope."

blade said nothing as he finally turned to chase you with his own, long languid steps. somehow, even if his old friends had drifted, died and shunned him for crimes that could never be taken back, being with the stellaron hunters- even if for ulterior motives- felt easier on him.

you especially somehow.

[monamourbladie]

The Man of My Dreams - Blade x Reader (chapter 5)

Who said that the man of your dreams couldn’t be real? After having dreams of the same mystery man for 2 weeks straight, the reader sets off on a journey to find the mystery man known as “Blade” that had been occupying her mind every single night. After realizing that he might actually be a real person, and not just a man she made up, she will finally discover parts of her past that had been long forgotten and locked away. (Originally posted on AO3, which can be read here. Also posted on Wattpad, which is here.)

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warnings: slow burn, slight enemies to lovers themes, fluff, HEAVY angst throughout the entire story (not kidding.), soulmates, memory loss, mutual pining, eventual smut, pwp, renheng themes

Tag List: (@ me to be added) @kimura-uzuri

Against his better judgment, Blade had decided to follow Kafka secretly. He kept a far enough distance from her that she was completely oblivious to him being there, and was able to refrain from accidentally interfering with things he shouldn't be. He truly didn't understand what the point of giving herself up to the Divination Commission was. To him, it was unnecessary and unbelievably risky. Plus, how was he supposed to know for certain what the "signal" was?

Eventually, he found a perch to remain at and watch the events conspire at a distance. He kept his blade close to him to remain cautious as he watched over her. A group of people walked up towards Kafka, all of them looking agitated. He was too far to understand what anyone was saying, so he sat and waited to make sure Kafka was alright.

He noticed her start to pull out her guns, and the other people followed suit, and Blade began to feel worry bubble up inside of him. He gripped his sword tightly and he felt a strong surge of the mara well up inside him, causing him to groan and clutch his head. "*F-Fuck...* Not... not now," he growled, forcing his body to overthrow it. Usually, Kafka was right there to soothe the mara, but he was on his own this time. Thankfully, the anger subsided within him quickly when a woman with bright pink hair appeared literally from the sky and descended onto the group. He watched as she magically created handcuffs for Kafka, and just like that, they were escorted out. However, one woman remained.

A harsh breeze picked up and flew past Blade. A few flowers from the sparse grassy areas were picked up from the wind and flew past him - noticeably, a spider lily. He let out a soft chuckle seeing one landing at his feet. "I can't seem to escape these, can I?" he muttered to himself. He took it in his hand, and flung it into the air - the wind picking it up and blowing it towards the woman. Blade's eyes widened when she noticed the lily and picked it up, and started to look around. "Shit..." he grumbled, grabbing his sword once again. It was definitely past the time to go...

As if things couldn't get any worse, he was spotted. She had examined the lily and then looked up in his direction - and from the distance he was at, he still managed to feel their eye contact from across the zone. He wished he could've seen who she was in greater detail, but even from the distance they were separated, he felt as if she looked familiar.

Could she be...? No. No way. Blade shook his head and fled, retreating to the small hideout Kafka had picked out for the pair. Once he returned, he glanced at his phone to check the time. It was around 6 pm by now, and the sun was beginning to set on the Luofu. He entered the abandoned campsite that Kafka had chosen for them and sat inside one of the tents, keeping the drapes open to allow light to enter into the small space. He set his blade down beside him and sent a message to Silver Wolf.

B: Kafka has been taken. The next phase has begun. I'll be awaiting her signal to move in and retrieve her.

After about 10 minutes, Silver Wolf finally decided to reply.

SW:  mb was in a comp match

elio said itll happen around 2 am better set an alarm

B: Thanks for the warning.

He set an alarm on his phone for one in the morning, giving him an hour to prepare and journey to wherever the Commission. Seeing as there was nothing else for him to do, he decided to meditate to clear his mind. It was something trivial that hardly worked for him as the years went by, but he still held out hope that clearing his mind would eventually find him peace. However this time, he simply ended up falling asleep. Instead of falling into a dream like usual, he was being shown a memory of his, long forgotten and tucked away.

People were screaming and yelling all around him. A terrible fight had broken out within the palace of the High-Cloud Quintet. Mara-struck soldiers had invaded the palace walls, and the Quintet alongside himself and another woman were currently trying to fend them off. "Yingxing! You must get out of here!" A woman called out to him. Blade looked around confused. The sound of his old name - his previous life - never failed to make his blood boil. Only this time, he was only filled with anxiety and a sense of need to preserve his life...

"I'm not leaving. I'm fighting and staying to protect you all!" he replied, looking at the woman. Jingliu. It had been so long since he had seen her face... Blade wanted to rush forward and thrust his sword into her throat for the pain and suffering he caused her, but he couldn't. He wasn't in control of his body. He was simply a bystander as the memory took full control, replaying everything down to the smallest details. Certain parts were foggy, of course - and that was due to the Mara having invaded all his memories.

"Then you better use that sword and fight like hell, Yingxing," she replied with a smirk. "Yingxing!" Another female voice called out. Yingxing turned around and saw a woman rushing towards him. She was a Vidyadharian, he could tell by her small white horns. Any other identifiable features were covered by her hair, or darkened by the shadows that he could not place exactly who the woman was. She rushed forward and enveloped him in a tight hug. "What the hell are you doing here, sweetheart? You have to go, it's not at all safe for you!" she said, visibly shaken. Sweetheart... huh?

"I'm not leaving without you," he replied sternly, resting his hand on her cheek. He was frustrated that he could not figure out who this woman was. This was a new memory he hadn't thought of in a long, long time... She let out a soft laugh as she leaned into his touch, "Damn you for being such a stubborn man... you know that?" she murmured. Yingxing grinned at her and kissed her forehead gently. "You know it. Got a weapon?" the woman pulled away from him and grabbed her spear from behind her, nodding at him. "Let's kill these fuckers."

The two began to engage in the battle with the rest of their friends, working as hard as they could to fight off the seemingly never-ending Mara-struck army that kept invading the palace. Soon, it seemed as if the battle was almost won as the mara-struck armies slowed down, looking scattered compared to how many there were beforehand. Finally, there were only a handful left, and they would've won the attack.

Yingxing and the unnamed woman fought side by side until the last one fell near them. The Vidyadharian woman thrust her spear into the heart of a soldier, and he fell to the ground. Yingxing was breathing erratically, exhausted from the draining battle. "Nice shot," he complimented with a breathy laugh. She smiled brightly at him as she pulled the spear back, the blood of the soldier coating the tip of the weapon as it slowly trickled down the hilt. "I... I think that was all of them. We won," she said, her smile widening. Yingxing let out a triumphant laugh as he moved in to hug her when he felt something sharp hit him through his upper torso. His eyes widened as he felt the weapon fully pierce his skin, and he immediately went to rest his hand on the wound.

The woman screamed out in terror as she rushed towards him, Yingxing's eyes impossibly wide as he looked down at what was thrust through his body in shock. He let out a heavy cough as blood spilled from his lips and he staggered forward. The woman immediately caught him as he started to collapse, helping ease him down slowly. "Yingxing!" she cried out in terror as she held him, tears immediately welling up in her eyes. To Blade's surprise, her face was still shrouded in mystery to him. This woman was important to him - so why can't he recognize her?

Blade then realized what this memory was. This was the night he died. The night he was forced to become immortal.

"Yingxing, look at me! You're... you're going to be okay! I p-promise!" she stammered, tears falling onto Yingxing's body which was beginning to grow cold already. His vision was going blurry, his gaze fixated on the woman he was in love with... 

He couldn't make sense of anything else going on. He could only focus on her, trying his hardest to ignore the pain rushing through his body. It was the worst thing he had ever felt up to that point. With a shaky hand, he moved his left hand up and slowly brushed his fingers against the woman's cheek, "I love you," Yingxing said weakly. This made the woman cry harder as she moved to gently kiss his hand, holding it tightly, "Please don't leave me. You can't." She ran her other hand through his long white hair in an attempt to soothe him. 

He couldn't fight the inevitable much longer. As much as he wanted to stare at her forever, he couldn't... His eyelids grew too heavy, and with a final shaky breath -

Blade sat up heaving heavily, waking up from the nightmare of a memory. He looked down at his hands which were shaking. His breathing was jagged as he tried to calm himself down, clutching his hand over his torso to remind himself that he was alive. Sadly. "Why didn't I fucking die that night?" Blade felt anger boil inside of him from being forced to relive that night. This was the last thing he needed - to be triggered into a fury of anger to agitate the Mara again, when Kafka wasn't there to subdue it. In a fit of anger, he grabbed his sword and rushed outside, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Why couldn't I have fucking died?!" He swung his sword so fast and aggressively that it hit a tree beside the campsite, slicing it clean in half as it fell over and tumbled down the hillside. The Mara roared inside of him, threatening to overtake his mind. All he could think about was all the things he hated most now - that retched woman Jingliu, his immortal curse, and Dan Feng... The one that cursed him. This was his fault.

Blade looked down at his sword in anger and saw his reflection in the blade once more. He noticed how blood-red his eyes had become from all the anger and he let out an angry growl, forcing himself to try and calm down. This wasn't good for him to have a breakdown without Kafka there to help him out. The last time he went rogue without her Spirit Whisper... he almost shuttered remembering all the horrific things he had done, and the agony he had felt the whole way through.

Once again, Blade was alone to dwell in his endless sorrow as he knelt on the grass, feeling defeated. When would this all end...?

"I need to discuss something important with you, Miss Y/n," Fu Xuan walked up to Y/n. She alongside the other Trailblazers would be staying in one of the hotels close to the Divination Commission. Y/n had remained behind while Welt, March, and Stelle helped repair the Divining places for Kafka's interrogation. She remained in the library, doing her research on the Vidyadhara species. Y/n turned and smiled at her, nodding as she set her book down. "Yes, ma'am... is something wrong?" she asked. Fu Xuan sat beside her. "I heard about what you spoke with the General about. He wanted me to divine you and get to the bottom of your little problem."

Y/n blinked, surprised at this. She let out a soft sigh, looking at her pendant, "Does this have to be done?" she muttered, not feeling comfortable fully with it. Fu Xuan simply nodded. "It is at the request of the General that I do this. It won't hurt. I'll simply be reading your past memories and dreams."

"That's pretty damn invasive if you ask me," she grumbled, turning in her seat to look at Fu Xuan easier. "...Fine. Just... be fast with it. I'm getting tired." Fu Xuan muttered under her breath as she rest her hand atop Y/n's head, closing her eyes. The purple gem atop her head began to glow as Fu Xuan entered Y/n's mind.

Fu Xuan went all the way to the beginning of her life, quickly sorting through centuries of memories within her mind. They had been blocked and locked away for a long, long time. Everything she saw confirmed all of Jing Yuan's suspicions. This was the same woman that was banished for aiding the Imbibitor Lunae in his sin. The woman who was married to Yingxing...

She then saw the last dream Y/n had of Blade, and immediately fully recognized him as the Stellaron Hunter's aid.

Fu Xuan pulled her hand away and gasped loudly, covering her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she processed everything she had just witnessed. Y/n opened her eyes and looked nervous at Fu Xuan's reaction. "What... what happened? What did you see?" she asked nervously. Fu Xuan glanced back at her with an intense look, "Let me see your pendant." Y/n quickly took it off of her neck and handed it to the woman. She grabbed it quickly and examined it. After a moment, she set it back down on the table in front of her. "I need to speak to the General. All I can say in good faith is that the man in your dreams is Blade, and you are connected to him more than you realize." she rest her finger on the pendant as she mentioned Blade. Y/n's heart began to race. "Are... are you saying what I think you're saying?" she asked, glancing from the pendant back at the Diviner. Fu Xuan said nothing just yet. After a beat of silence, she continued, "Yes."

Y/n felt the air leave her lungs from shock. She looked back at the pendant and held it in her hands, and the same warm feeling she had always felt from it burned in her hands and intensified. Her mind was racing with images of Blade from her dreams. "Blade... is my husband...?" she looked back at Fu Xuan. "I... I don't understand, but how? We've never met in person, I've only seen him in my dreams!"

Fu Xuan stood up, "It is not my place to say. I need to speak with the General and let him know his suspicions about you were right." Y/n stood up with her, "Suspicions about me? What does Jing Yuan know about me that I don't?" she snapped, getting angry at the secrecy. "Tell me everything right now! I have a right to know!" she yelled. Fu Xuan simply held up her hand. "Let me speak with him, and I'll be right back with you, alright?" She said with an irritated tone. She glanced at the clock on the wall, "We have at least 2 more hours until your friends finish their task. You will know the truth before Kafka's interrogation. You have my word." She didn't even let Y/n respond to her, turning on her heel and walking out.

Y/n was left alone and confused, with one thing spiraling through her mind over and over again. Blade was her husband. 

[mortrichor]

「 ✦ FURRY ACCIDENTS ✦ 」 fluff, lil bit of crack | chrysalis & ophelia | takes place when they're in their respective relationships.

i thought of this one night for comfort and i just... giggled. sadly no qianzhi because she's already foxian. jing yuan ain't surprised by her ears he's always stroking them to annoy her.

☆ CHRYSALIS.

it was a simple mission for the stellaron hunters under the beloved script of elio and since they weren't needed for this particular script, chrysalis and blade had the downtime of the headquarters all to themselves - even if it was just for a while. without the sounds of silver wolf's obnoxious pixelated video games or kafka's luring classical music, it was oddly silent.

all the two of them had to do was put the stellaron into some body silver wolf had prepared... that was simple enough. so why did they return - disrupting the silence in their wake - with some unknown curio in kafka's hands? chrysalis couldn't help but feel wary of bringing it back, sheltering herself away behind blade's much taller body as kafka presented it.

she'd reassured that it was harmless and after a while of coaxing - and perhaps blade whispering promises in her ear to try convince her - before she came out and touched it; with a bare hand, much to her own naïve regrets. the next day, she woke up to the soft brush of fur against her cheek. strange, the stellaron hunters don't have pets.

blade couldn't blink anymore than he already was as he stares down at the smaller stellaron hunter, a pair of chocolate brown lop bunny ears framing her face as she sleeps peacefully except now she was slowly stirring awake. out of the corner of his ruby eyes, blade can't mistake the tail that peeks out beneath his oversized shirt she sleeps in every night.

chrysalis... has bunny features. even as she wakes up, big brown doe eyes taking in his mildly surprised expression, she doesn't seem to react to her new features. had the curio reprogrammed her brain to think she'd always had these appendages?

the longer he stares at her, the harder it is to refrain from reaching with his bandaged hand, the one that has caused so much grief and bloodshed, to touch one of her ears. it matches the colour of her hair and he can't help it, tracing his fingertips down the fur - why the hell is it so soft?

"bladie, staring is rude." chrysalis retorts sleepily with a yawn and blade yanks his hand away, scoffing as he averts his gaze. he can't help but take note that she wasn't phased over him touching her ear.

"whatever chrys." he mumbles and she scrunches her nose up, puffing up her chest before huffing and rolling over. blade rolls his eyes, his large hand grabbing hold of her waist and pulling her small body back against his, "stay right here, little bunny."

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☆ OPHELIA.

who's idea was it to let march do the shopping? especially on a planet that she's slightly unfamiliar with... and when she's so easily influenced by deals and her love language of gift giving. the others of the express crew can't help but wonder what went through their minds when they sent march to get groceries.

the worst part? she thinks it's coffee. thinks. she couldn't resist, himeko loves coffee after all! what was the harm in trying some special coffee from another planet? if anything, himeko would probably enjoy a new taste to her palette. that would be if it was coffee in the first place.

thankfully for the rest of the crew, himeko isn't exactly stupid. she knows it's not coffee - albeit it had been packaged as so, so march could get away with her excuse after all but there was one person himeko knew she could get some entertainment out of this with... ophelia.

she's smart, oh yes she is. but not quite on himeko's level and to ophelia, possibly it was just coffee from what she glimpsed of the packet. that's why she happily accepted a mug of it as she finished her daily piano recital, under the watchful eyes of welt yang. he doesn't miss himeko's sly smile as ophelia takes a sip of the drink and all he can do is sigh in preparation for whatever was about to happen to his girlfriend.

he didn't expect to wake up and see her seated on her stool, a slim white cat tail draped over the edge and swaying in content as she plays her favourite melodies. there's a small pair of white ears to match seated on her blonde hair and he wonders if he's seeing things. that look on himeko's face says otherwise, seemingly quite proud of the cat tail that flicks up when its owner notices welt's presence.

"good morning," ophelia chirps up sweetly, her eyes creasing into half moons as she smiles over at welt, "got a song request today?"

it's like she's always had her furry additions... huh. welt presses his glasses up with a gloved hand, a deep chuckle resonating from his chest as he leans to press a kiss to her lips, "not this morning."

ophelia nods as welt moves to sit on the nearest plush red couch, his usual spot while she played in the mornings. himeko is more than amused with ophelia's situation and welt makes the note to ask her what exactly that drinks was - and how long it'll last.

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