#himitsu au

[kyiratodoroki]

Hero Public Safety Commission

Database

Name: Himitsu Tachibana (Classified - Level 5 Clearance)

Hero Name: Oracle

Birth Date: October 28, 2177

Age: 22

Height: 5'2

Hair: Black

Eyes: Dark Blue

Quirk: Vision -  Could be compared to Sir Nighteye's "Foresight". Oracle's "Vision" allows her to effectively predict an opponent's next move. (See additional notes below for further details)

Additional Notes:

The specifics of the subject's quirk abilities are questionable based on analysts' observations, which do not appear to align 100% with information provided by the subject. Agents of the I.P.A. state that additional details have been unobtainable from the data acquired during the raid on the Black Dawn complex on September 4. 2195. We remain skeptical of quirk specifications pending further investigation.

☆ Primary Strengths: Intelligence, Flexibility, Agility, Stealth

☆ Average: Endurance, Speed, Quirk Power(pending further assessment)

☆ Weaknesses: Physical Strength, Emotional Stability, Impulsivity - Additional notes available in Case #435-74 - Psychological Evaluation (special permissions required)

[crucifycorii]

Tee hee, new oc

Himitsu Itto, ultimate ???

[tero-ga]

Huzaaa another Swap AU designs , this time is Swap!Rei and Swap!Susato!! This is my first time that I actually gone little deep research for their designs, from changing the kimono flower design to white anemone (for Rei) and gardenia (for Susato), to... their pun names. (I'm not proud with the names because wordplay is not my thing ESPECIALLY in language I don't know about but i tried my best 😭 so if you don't liked it you still can call them by their original name)

For Swap!Rei, I kept thinking about Jigoku's name in this so I tried to find anything related to hell and Daimon is the closest thing to the word demon- and with that, I also made the emblem design like diamond shape as I thought Rei Daimon sounds like ray diamond. As for Kazumi Asogi... I don't think I need to explain that one.

As for Swap!Susato, I want to replicate the pun Rei Membami as it referencing to the flower forget me not, so I made the decision to named her with the flower symbolism of secret love, Himitsu Aito.

I will taking a break from character design for a while and just draw Swap AUs characters in any scenarios (like I normally do in general ehe). Here's the concept designs here

[enolareven]

30 minute sketch practice.

Nergui's hands. I added some finger scales, because I think they should have elegant little finger scales.

Model/Reference: FFXIV Screenshots

[harmonyrae]

Power Couple

(Inspired by this fanart. All credits to the artist, I couldn't find a direct link to them, but THANK YOU for inspiring me to write this!)

Summary: AU of how Sylus & you (reader) met. Both are leaders of large factions in the N109 Zone, Onychinus (Sylus) and Himitsu (you). They have been cutting into your territory over the past few weeks, so you decided an introduction is required. You laid the trap and Sylus walked right into it. But this is just the beginning...

CHAPTER ONE - Golden Opportunity

Three weeks of nothing but blood and lost profits. You’re exhausted, drained, frustrated. You throw back a second glass of wine and lean back in your chair. You kick off your heels and pull your feet up into the chair, settling yourself in for another late night. You glance over at your heavy wooden desk. A pile of documents and photographs, detailing the gruesome exchange Himitsu and Onychinus had earlier that day. 

Your contact with the N109 Zone police, if you can even call them “police,” dropped the folder off along with a desperate plea to stop the carnage. 

“Looks like it’s getting worse, your boys are working overtime and only getting cut down. Please, I’m begging here, tell Hunter to resolve this. I can’t keep bringing you this intel. My superiors are already on edge.”

You always chuckle when you hear the name “Hunter” - the name of the head of Himitsu. At least that’s what the public believes. You had to come up with a name that carried some weight and maybe some danger. But was ambiguous, most refer to “Hunter” as a he, making you smile every time. You wish you could reveal yourself and watch their jaws drop when they realize a woman runs one of the deadliest crews in the Zone. But you’re far too careful to show your hand. There’s only one person who knows and you always intended to keep it that way.

Every move you make, every client you secure, Onychinus is right on your fucking heels. Himitsu has gunned them down over and over. You’ve ordered their warehouses to be burned to the ground and dealers bought out. The violence continues, and has been getting worse every day. You lean forward to grab the wine bottle off your desk and pour another glass. How do you get this to stop? You need to get back to Linkon and recruit some new blood for your shrinking crew. Not to mention work on repairing the damage made to the Himitsu reputation and bank accounts. You swirl the dark liquor in your glass, you lean back once more, contemplating your next move. 

A shrill creak brings you back to reality and you look over at the door to your office opening slightly. Dorian, your right hand and the “face” of Himitsu, enters quietly. You can tell by the look on his face that the news he brings is not good. 

“How many glasses deep are you?” Dorian says before sitting on the edge of your desk. You chuckle softly.

“Not enough I’m sure.” Dorian smirks, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“Good news and bad news.”

“Just rip the bandaid off.” You gulp down your third glass of wine and pinch the bridge of your nose, bracing for what Dorian will say next.

“Our latest shipment coming in from Linkon was intercepted. I don’t have to tell you by whom.” His voice deepens. “Onychinus is taking bigger risks, attacking a convoy so close to the border.”

“Did we lose everything?” You can feel your stomach flip as your brain has already started crunching the numbers. Not only was money lost, but one of your most important clients was depending on you to get that shipment to them. Disappointing them will be a huge hit.  

“Well, yes, but…” Dorian can’t finish his sentence before you stand up and flip open your golden butterfly knife, dark sapphires inlayed in the handle. You start pacing, flipping the knife in quick circles and slashes. Your nerves were officially shot and so were your chances of retaining that client. Your bare feet shuffled along the carpet. 

“Boss, do you remember the last time you were angry pacing and practicing your new little hobby?” His teasing tone only made your frustrations grow. You wince at the memory as you glance down at the scar on your knee. You were careless and hadn’t held the knife correctly, the slice across your flesh happening so quickly you thought it hadn’t happened. You shake your head and glance up at Dorian.

“Do you actually have good news related to Himitsu or are you going to give me some bullshit about a new bakery stall opening at the night market?” 

Dorian chuckles. He stands and walks toward you, careful to avoid your hand continuously flipping the butterfly knife. “We lost a lot today, but gained something that will turn the tide.” 

You snap the butterfly knife closed and look at Dorian closely. He might be taller than you by several inches, but your white-hot stare sent the right signal. Dorian sank into the red leather armchair in front of your desk. He raises his hands in surrender.

“It’s a bit of a long story, but I’ll tell you the abridged version.” His typical goofy smile tugging at his lips helped relax your shoulders. 

“No, tell me everything.” You grab the wine bottle on your desk, now already half-way empty and sit down in the armchair next to Dorian. You don’t bother to use the glass, now abandoned on the desk, you just drink from the bottle as he tells the story.

Himitsu always had a backup plan, and this convoy was no exception. A massive order of damaged protocores coming directly from the UNICORN Division. The deal you made with the disposal company to reroute the truck to the N109 Zone had been in place for nearly 2 years. A backup squad always accompanied the operation. Traveling in the neighborhood parallel to the convoy's route. The route had changed every month to avoid an interception from police or competition. Somehow, Onychinus knew what path they had chosen this month and launched their attack on the truck, backup was only two blocks away and arrived quickly. While the product was taken, a member of the Onychinus team was injured and left behind. Dorian was fortunate enough to be riding with the squad when the attack happened and made the split second decision to keep the man alive. Dorian informed you that your golden opportunity is handcuffed to a chair, ready for an interrogation. 

You stand up, trying to ignore how dizzy you’d become, and straighten out your fitted dress. “I’m going to talk to them.” Dorian reaches out for your arm to steady you and attempts to pull you back. You lose your balance and he catches you pulling you to his lap. Dorian laughs at your tipsy state and you can’t help but join in. 

“I don’t think that is a smart play, boss. He’s still unconscious. We had to dig a couple bullets out and put a couple staples in his head. Get some rest, talk to him in the morning.”

“Fine.” 

You stand up slowly. You circle around your desk to pick up your shoes before continuing to your office door still barefoot. You smile to yourself as you leave your office and head to the elevator. You have a piece of the puzzle. This man could give you confirmation about the intel you’ve gathered on the leader of Onychinus. And it would offer you the chance to set the trap you’ve been dreaming about for the past few weeks.  

You hit the penthouse button and pace around the elevator until you reach the top floor. You press your thumb to the pad on your door and push it open when the chimes confirming the lock has come undone. You drop your shoes at the door and use your butt to close it behind you. The chime automatically plays to secure the lock. You place the nearly empty wine bottle on the kitchen counter and shuffle to your room. Along the way, you remove your heavy gold chain necklace and golden hoops and tug at the zipper of your dress. 

You discard the jewelry on your bedside table and let your dress fall to the floor in a heap around your ankles. You don’t bother to remove your makeup - one of your many bad habits - and slip into bed in your underwear, relishing the cool feeling of the silken sheets against your warm skin. You usually don’t drink that much, but lately, wine has been your closest friend. Besides Dorian. He’ll just have to get used to cleaning up after you for a few more days. This man will be your ticket out of this bloody war. You smile into your pillow, remembering the cage you have prepared for the illusive Onychinus leader.

“Sylus…” You mutter into your pillow as you drift off to sleep. 

Chapter 1: https://shorturl.at/Bx95C Chapter 2: https://shorturl.at/3PwTi Chapter 3: https://shorturl.at/a7xnF Chapter 4: https://shorturl.at/fKYgX

[libellule-ao3]

Hello,hun.Humour me and write, pretty please, a Japanese Au Ominis?Genji Monogatari or Sei Shonagon inspired theme?

Hello lovely! 💖

First of all, apologies for the delay in posting 🙏(life happens).

Thank you again for asking me to write this Japanese AU inspired by the themes of "The Tale of Genji", I truly loved working on it! I tried to stay true to the novel’s key themes – forbidden love, social constraints, duty, and the slightly melancholic atmosphere – while adding a more modern and smutty touch. 😉

I set the story during the Edo period to introduce hojōjutsu (➡️ A/N), which forms the central part of the OS that you can now read on AO3.

I hope you enjoy it! 🤞

🔞 Himitsu no Shibari 🔞

OS | 4100 words | Marvolo Gaunt/you, Ominis Gaunt/you (F!reader)

Sumary: In feudal Japan, where duty reigns supreme, you find yourself trapped in an arranged marriage with a ruthless daimyo. However, you unexpectedly discover solace in the arms of your brother-in-law, Ominis.

⚠️ & Tags : arranged marriage, mentioned marital rape, forbidden love, drama&romance, smut, kinbaku, japanese rope bondage, emotional hurt/comfort, NSFW, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering...

Extract:

He has himself tasted the embrace of the ropes, an intense and exhausting experience that nonetheless filled him with a deep, almost mystical sense of well-being. The sensation of the hemp biting into his skin, the demanding discipline of stillness, and the total surrender the ropes imposed had awakened in him a state of calm he had never known before. He was convinced that you too could open the door to your inner kingdom, where serenity reigns supreme.

He was right.

Though your sensations differed slightly from his descriptions, because for you, the meditative phase induced by the cords was accompanied by a delicious accumulation of warmth in your abdomen.

Read it on AO3 (⚠️ This link will take you to NSFW content)

[fieryjeannearchives]

Now I want SenGen x Himitsu - Kuro no Chikai AU 😔

[annarielmidori]

I edited these photos for @libellule-ao3 and her fic. Such a wonderful AU Ominis. I need more!

[jagi11]

Kagamine day! Gosh the colouring on that one came out surprisingly crispy…

It’s weird that for how much I love Himitsu series that I never actually make any fanart of them. Well I do have that one Symphogear AU but of course it doesn’t count. STILL! They have a big hold over my brain and I’m thankful to them for that. So much stuff happened in my life just because of that one song….

Wifey’s the best present…

[rosietrace]

「 Gentle Sinner 」

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Central Character ; 『 Victoria Shard, “The Queen” 』 | 『 Noriko Dolion, “Justice’s loyal servant” 』

Others ; Mitch Reiss | Camilla Marigold | Himitsu | Felicitas Leya | Haruka

Mentioned ; Thomas Cresswell (†)

Pairing(s) ; Victoria & Noriko

AU : Secret Agents

【 All Ocs belong to their respective owners and will be credited at the end. 】

Synopsis: “There is no sweeter innocence, then our gentle sin.”

Warning(s): connects with 「 Target Acquired 」 but it isn't required to read before reading this, slightly established relationship (Nororia), the Cresswells hate to see a girlboss winning (don't start wearing red to a funeral, kids), contains characters from Etteilla, potentially ooc, Mercie I'm sorry but Noriko does NOT talk much 😭

【 IMPORTANT NOTE: The characters of “Haruka” and “Himitsu” are by @/geminiiviolets and @/authoruio, and both are currently unreleased. Some details will remain vague until their eventual release. 】

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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“Cresswell was meant to be brought in alive.”

To say Victoria Shard, the queen of the kingdom they called their agency who ruled with an iron fist, was angry… was an understatement.

Noriko kept quiet. It wasn't within their rights to barge in and speak up while agents Mitch and Camilla were being scolded. They kept silent, their head slightly lowered while they guarded the doors from outside of their mistress’ office.

Though the words were muffled, Noriko could still hear them loud and clear as the ring of a bell.

“Killing Cresswell was a necessity,” defended Mitch. Noriko pictured him standing in front of Camilla, shielding her from Victoria's verbal ammunition.

“Tranquilization would've been as reasonable of an option, Reiss. Killing him, not so much.”

“Victoria, please,” pleaded Camilla, “Mitch knows what he did went against orders—”

“Does he?” There was a challenge in Victoria's voice, as if she found Camilla's words hard to believe. A melody of authority and command that brought whatever words the other two were going to say to utter silence.

A heavy sigh left Victoria's lips. “If you just tell me the reason—”

“I'm afraid we cannot.” Mitch felt far too sure of his answer. Noriko pitied him for it.

Noriko pictured Victoria with a clenched jaw, her teeth grinding together as her patience hung by a dangerously thin thread. “And you, Reiss, have no right to question my authority.”

Their argument continued for, as Noriko checked with his watch, for more than half an hour. Righteous fury filled Victoria's voice. And Noriko could hear the distinct sound of the slam of her hands against her desk.

“Out.” She commanded. “Both of you, out. By next week, I expect an explanation, and if I don't get that from either of you, you'll both be suspended until I say you aren't.”

Camilla left the office first, her eyes on the ground with laser-focus. Mitch looked less ashamed and more frustrated. He made an effort in hiding it, but there was no hiding any emotions when it came to Noriko or Victoria.

Himitsu brushed past the two of them. Her expression was puzzling, but she didn't question much until after Victoria allowed her and Noriko to enter.

Himitsu closed the double doors behind her. “What… exactly happened?” The question was more a formality than anything else. Noriko knew that Himitsu knew. Nothing went under the nose of Victoria's secretary.

Victoria sat on a chair behind her desk, legs crossed with her elbows on the chair's arms. She did Himitsu the courtesy of answering her question. “Agents Reiss and Marigold went against orders. That's all.”

Noriko shook their head. “Unfortunately so…”

“Now that Cresswell is dead, we'll need another source of intel,” Victoria released a soft, exasperated sigh. Her hand went to the side of her forehead, eyebrows knitted together.

Himitsu hummed in contemplation. “Right… right…”

All three occupants of the room kept silent. Not only in contemplation, but to allow Victoria to ease whatever nerves Mitch and Camilla had gotten on.

Noriko found it unreasonable with how uncooperative Mitch was, in particular; why hold back information on why he killed Cresswell, when it went against everything Victoria advised them to do?

In Noriko's mind, he believed Victoria to be a saint— merciful for giving Camilla, and especially Mitch, a chance to redeem themselves for their misguidance within a week.

Their long moment of quiet had fallen short when a knock on the doors came. Out of habit, Noriko went into a battle-ready stance, a habit Haruka had mocked them for time and time again.

Victoria didn't allow a second to pass before she said, “Come in.”

The doors opened, revealing Felicitas; one of the many, many operatives that assisted in the cover-ups — at least, in the legal side of things — when certain operations went south.

The night Cresswell died and the news reached Victoria, Felicitas was one of the first to be summoned to cover up any leads that could reveal the truth of his disappearance.

“Ah,” Victoria's expression was somewhat at ease now, far more pleasant looking than when Mitch and Camilla were in the office. “Felicitas.”

With her hands behind her back in a perfect imitation of a soldier answering to their sergeant, Felicitas cleared her throat.

“All traces of potential leads to Cresswell's death have been, as of last night, covered up,” she stated. “Anything we've missed will be thoroughly handled under whatever your requests may be, ma'am.”

The Chairwoman leaned back against her metaphorical throne. “Excellent,” she declared. Noriko was at least glad that there wasn't any visible tension in the way she moved.

“Continue to cover up any leads. And advise Jiyoon to come up with a cover story she could slip to the press.”

Felicitas nodded in understanding. “Of course.” There was no questioning the word of the Chairman, Noriko thought.

A beat passed before Felicitas spoke up again. “... There is also the matter of Cresswell's family, ma'am.”

Those words alone seemed to bring back the tension in Victoria's body with a vengeance. “What of his family?”

“If I may,” Himitsu finally chimed in, raising a finger. Victoria stared blankly at her before she gestured to her to continue. The floor is yours, the wave of her hand seemed to say.

“Thomas Cresswell's family is currently under the impression that he is, in fact, dead.” Noriko grimaced at the words that left Himitsu’s mouth, beginning to feel as tense as Victoria.

“Even if we cover up the facts, they're still going to give the media a chance to gobble up their opinions on his sudden disappearance. I'm afraid that the chances of them believing he left overseas are very slim.”

That is a conundrum, Noriko thought to themselves. But after that, they thought, but hopefully it's one My Lady is capable of solving.

Victoria was decidedly quiet once Himitsu relayed the information to her. Noriko counted seven minutes before she spoke in reply. “Give them an assurance.”

At first, Noriko was puzzled. All until Victoria continued to elaborate.

“Thomas Cresswell is a man with a flair for the dramatic, and as I've informed agent Reiss, he is ‘the black sheep’ of his family.” Victoria gave Felicitas a look that made the latter straighten up just a little bit more. “Assuming Felicitas and her team have been thorough enough in covering things up… we'll need to give them some false assurance.”

“Of what kind?” Himitsu queried.

Victoria shrugged. “Anything that can provide them the message that their son is alive and well, but wants the world to believe he's dead.”

“Besides,” the Chairwoman picked up a diamond encrusted chess piece— the black queen. “The media loves conspiracy. For now, let's let them have what they want.”

Cresswell might've been a man of great charisma, but what the media loves to do is to make assumptions. With his sudden disappearance, they'll believe that he'd gone through something so tortured and horrific to his senses that he believed that death was his only option left.

They could allow the world to believe Thomas Cresswell was dead. All they needed to do was to cover up the circumstances behind said death.

Ultimately, Jiyoon wouldn't have too hard of a job to come up with a cover story to anonymously slip to the press. Probably.

“The Cresswell family is holding a funeral in his honor.” Felicitas tuned back in.

Noriko gave Victoria a look, asking for permission before they could speak. Finally, they said, “Then perhaps it would be best to give the family our condolences.”

Their words made Victoria snort, her lips curling into a smirk.

“Then we must attend under the assumption that Jiyoon is good enough at her job to not leave tracks that lead to us, Nori.”

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Thomas Cresswell's funeral hardly felt like a funeral, let alone looked like one. To Noriko, it brought to mind a formal event for the rich and popular— more a fashion show than a funeral service.

Victoria's personal bodyguard took extra precautions in case certain less than agreeable situations were to play out; such as calling on a number of operatives to ensure the safety of their Chairwoman.

It didn't seem like it, but the funeral was crawling with intelligence operators. All there to do their jobs, keep their boss safe, and add fuel to the Cresswell fire.

“The Cresswell matriarch’s holding court.” Murmured Haruka, his arms slightly crossed with his head cocked to one side.

Noriko's eyebrow raised. “And what of her husband?”

“Word has it, the Cresswell patriarch isn't doing so well after his heir's death.” Haruka let out a small, dismissive shrug. “That's what Himitsu relayed to us, though.”

Cutting the chit-chat to the side, Haruka's eyes flattened to slits. “And aren't you supposed to be guarding the Chairman?” He couldn't fight the slight scoff.

Noriko resisted the tempting urge to roll their eyes, but just barely. “She’s not far…” they muttered, their eyes wandering to where Victoria was.

The Chairman of the agency and the Cresswell matriarch were more or less having a silent sword match on who was holding court.

The latter made their efforts clear, now surrounded by a sea of high-ranking officials giving their condolences— most of which genuinely believed that Cresswell had disappeared, and not dead as the man's family believed.

But there was no denying the attention the Chairman attracted at every turn. For Noriko, it was hardly surprising— to him, Victoria exuded spectacle, even when she dressed modestly.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the reason why she was attracting so much attention. While true that Victoria put in the work to appear more modest and not look like she received an invitation to the Met gala, the red of her well-tailored opera gloves and scarlet ribboned hat spoke ill-intent.

The bright color wasn't easy to miss. It was a vibrant shade, and you couldn't miss Victoria in the crowd even if you tried; where everyone else wore nothing but black and white, she wore her puffed sleeved dress with glistening white pearls and red gloves.

As she gave Mrs. Cresswell her condolences, the message behind her choice of clothing was clearer than the crystal decor of the garden.

That wasn't to say that eyes weren't on Noriko, either. By being her bodyguard, Noriko had as much of a target on his back as Victoria did— and that wasn't even going in to mention the matching red gloves they wore to coordinate with her.

They watched as Victoria separated from the crowd of people around Mrs. Cresswell, and readily opened the parasol in their hands to shield her porcelain skin from the blinding sunlight. Even when her hat was big enough to do that work for them.

“Was it wise to wear red on this lovely afternoon?” Noriko hoped the low tone of their voice wasn't too condescending.

Victoria didn't take offense to the question. “The Shards and the Cresswells were never friendly with each other, anyways. I can handle another controversy.”

To keep the inner workings of the agency out of the reach of the media, the Shards — Victoria's family from whom she inherited the role of Chairman — lived under the guise of an old money family.

Which… if Noriko wanted to get technical about it, they were. Like all old money families, the media loved to spin stories of possible family secrets; only they weren't aware that the family they're hounding with attention had been in charge of an organization of intelligence operatives since the ‘30s.

Nevertheless, that wasn't what Noriko was worried about. They clutched the parasol just a tiny bit tighter. “... The press will put you under scrutiny, again.”

“Let them,” was Victoria's immediate response. “My family's always been under controversy. What I'm doing today is nothing compared to what my grandmother or her grandmother before her had done.”

Yet the fact still remains, Noriko's amber hues softened, their gaze fixed on the sapphire irises of the woman they devoted themselves to. that isn't going to stop me from worrying about you.

Their promenade ended with them straying from the funeral service, and into the rose maze of the Cresswell estate.

Admittedly, they were probably lost. They came across a marble gazebo along the way, and Victoria chose that opportunity to sit there, gesturing for Noriko to do the same.

Reluctantly, they did the same. Alas, Victoria's bodyguard couldn't help but feel slightly flushed just from sitting beside her in an area where most people wouldn't find them.

Now that the two of them were alone, Victoria breathed out heavily, her head letting itself rest on Noriko's shoulder. Their hand met hers, both intertwined.

It was unbecoming. An imbalance in their dynamic. But it felt right. Being with Victoria, their hands intertwined like this, felt right.

Then again, everything with Victoria felt that way.

“You worry about me too much, Nori,” her voice was soft. No longer a melody of authority, but rather a siren song Noriko could never tire from.

“I feel that my worries are valid…” they murmured back. “You, my lady… you have a target on your back.”

“The masses may not know you as the Chairman, but your enemies do. Danger follows you at every turn, and I'm not just protecting you as your bodyguard anymore.”

That, Victoria couldn't argue with. “No,” she agreed with a small shake of her head. Her free hand went to the side of their face. “Not anymore.”

Noriko leaned into her touch, the way they always did. There was nothing sweeter of any sort of romantic innocence, than the gentle sin of loving someone who couldn't openly love back.

Victoria had her faults. Striving for perfection from those who do not seek it, manipulating people— sometimes they deserved it, other times not so much.

But to Noriko, their view of her would never change. The moment their lips met, and nothing else felt comparable to it.

“This is wrong,” Noriko whispered, their words nothing but muffled out as Victoria's lips met theirs again, and again, and again. “So wrong.”

“So why does it feel so right?” Asked Victoria, as if she wrung out the question from Noriko's mind, pulling away for only a moment before bringing herself back into Noriko's embrace.

There were so many things wrong with her. So many things wrong with him, for seeing her — flaws and all — and loving her anyway.

The love, the devotion, the loyalty Noriko had for Victoria. It was all-consuming. All-encompassing. Destructive.

But it was perfect. And that was always going to be enough for them. And for her.

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【 Taglist / Credits 】

↳ In order of OC appearances/mentions

Victoria Shard — Me 😈

Noriko Dolion — @terrovaniadorm / @hallowed-delights

Mitch Reiss — @authoruio

Camilla Marigold — Also Me 😈

Himitsu — Also @/authoruio

Haruka — @geminiiviolets

Felicitas Leya — Also x2 @/authoruio

| @starry-night-rose | @jasdiary | @nem0-nee | @fumikomiyasaki | @sakuramidnight15 | @twsted-princess | @mystery-skulls-ghost | @absolutelyobsessedkiya / @twistedsongstressofstarz | @valse-a-mille-temps |

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[yamisamuel]

Chirisu, but it’s Himitsu ~Kuro No Chikai~ AU

[kyiratodoroki]

This was the very first commission I had done for Dabi and Himitsu. Her back story was different back then. Dabi was the person she chose to open up to, and the poor guy wasn't quite sure what to do with that. For the most part, he teased her relentlessly, but there were moments when he tried the best he could to comfort her.

The artist is @thegrayingtower I've been an avid fan ever since and eventually had another piece done from my rock star AU. So talented and always a pleasure to work with!

[littleeyesofpallas]

Got a fun ask from @macchiato-dreaming22.

I'll be honest I'm kind of weird in my relationship with headcanon and fanfic in that I'm kind of not all that engaged with characters as characters, if that makes sense? I'm not the type to get hung up on "he would not say that" sort of quibbles, or really dwell freefloating in the spaces inbetween canon characterization the way a lot of fanfic writers, or RPers, or stans or shippers or whatever else you'd call it do. I can appreciate the need or the preference to do so but it doesn't really call to me the way it seems to to them. So what I tend to do is try and round up all the otherwise loose bits of canon trivia and try and piece them together, only loosely speculating about things that havent happened based on their adjacency to things that have. I dunno if that makes any sense at all as a distinction...

Anyway point being is that the fact that I've never thought very hard about how old the Visored are individually/relatively sort stems from that M.O. but also I can definitely figure out what my own existing headcanon would imply is the answer to that question, and so that's what I'm going to do.

(And to be clear I'm not really going to fuss about the ages, relative or otherwise, within the strict canon of completed manga so much as I'm going to take my headcanon/AU for the character concepts and run with things from there. That might not make sense right now, but it should clear itself up as I get going.)

oh boy this got long...

So as a refresher on the AU I never wrote: Given their introduction between vol.21-26, my headcanon is that the Visored were never a bunch of gotei captains and lieutenants, they were a bunch of humans, each became something like a substitute shinigami in their own right, and then had those powers taken from them, at which point Urahara conveniently appeared and took advantage of each of their desperation to get their powers back to experiment on them, working out the system he'd eventually use on Ichigo. So it's not only the hollow aspect as an impurity, but the fact that they (re)obtained their shinigami skills in spite of being stripped of their substitute shinigami status that makes them criminals. But in the process, each of them would either be abandoned or otherwise escape Urahara's "care" and/or observation.

Given the implicit consequences of the Shattered Shaft method, and Bleach's general world building, the elephant in the room we never had addressed was that because Ichigo and in this interpretation of their premise, the Visored, all had their soul chains severed, thus separating their soul from their body, making them ghosts. That in mind, I consider them all to have stopped aging when the Visored process took place, and THAT is where I anchor most of them to certain time periods based on their basic design and sense of style. (technically I do sort of head canon them as all having been turned in the 1970s, thus ~30years prior to the start of Bleach, which is, ya know, the right age for the father of a 15yo to have been about 15 30 years ago... but if i just left it at that it'd be kind of boring, so I'm letting these age ranges drift a little, if only to make this whole thought experiment more interesting.)

So for starters, I associated Shinji with the British Jazz-Rock and Mod scenes of the 1960s: the hair, the teeth, the ugly ties, the scolor scheme, even the trenchcoat he wore the one time at random, the only thing he was missing was a moped. I also very specifically think of him as a Pete Townshend analog for some reason. So given that he passed as a 15yo highschooler in Karakura, I'm going to say I think he was 15 when he was turned in 1965, so it aligns with The Who's release of the song My Generation. So that puts Shinji's birth in 1950.

The easiest to nail down actually would just be Mashiro, since she clearly borrows from very Himitsu Sentai Go-ranger specifically, but also Kamen Rider more generally. That puts a cap on how old she could be at 1975 as the airdate of the original Super Sentai series. It's hard to judge her age considering she's so distinctly childish, but it's kind of implied that even supernatural aging aside, she's immature for her age. It's an arbitrary call to make, but I'm gonna say she was 10 in 1975 when the tokusatsu thing left an impact on her, but got turned when she was older and just never grew out of it. So born 1960.

Another somewhat straight forward one to pin down is Kensei, who I associate with the Vietnam War, and implicitly the 1969 lottery draft, and the US Military occupation of Okinawa as a launch pad into Vietnam. Although historically the actual draft applied only to those born between 1944-1950, making any draftee who deployed in 1970 at least 20yo, and I see the Visored as kind of explicitly teens, so I'll say he wasn't drafted but volunteered and was 18 in 1970 and when he was turned. That makes him born in 1952.

(I could have alternatively nailed him down to the 1980s bosozoku scene on account of his later theming, but the super distinctive cargo pants, combat boots, short hair, and a rubber grip combat knife all point to more of a military theme than a biker thing --also there's some military motif in one of his random attacks to boot. Although arguably that style of knife grip is even more modern, but I don't get the impression Kubo was thinking about it that hard, just about whether it gave off the right (para)military vibe.)

Funny enough Risa is one of the harder ones to really tie to a time period, as her classic sailor-fuku could be placed anywhere from the 1920s to the 1980-90s when they started falling out of style. Notably though they have a stronger association with middle school than high school, and Risa is also a pervert, so I want to say she's wearing it as a fetish thing, rather than as an actual student. That in mind, the school girl fetish really took off in the 80s and hit its peak in the 90s just before social awareness and political actions to try and curb the trend started being put into place. (Oh and I forgot, her Visored mask is a Gyan from Mobile Suit Gundam, so that already caps her at 1979.)

(I was also going to add something about Comiket and the birth of the doujin market, but that actually overlaps with this timeline already so it doesn't really narrow things down at all. It's pretty arbitrary but I'm gonna pin her to 1984 as the date the term "Cosplay" was first used. Assuming she was also 18 at the time, that makes her born in 1966)

(There's ALSO a weird thing in one of her attacks, and the general style of her shikai, and very very loosely a possible Chun-li reference that all seem to suggest she's got a bit of a chinese thing going on too? but I don't see how it gels with the rest of it, and it's just kind of a deadend to look further into. Technically there's a whole character type of the fujoshi/female otaku being very into chinese historical/fantasy, so like... maybe that because ti woud mesh with the general otaku vibe of the school girl uniform??? Theres a reason I didn't pursue this angle...)

Rose, I could try and triangulate the whole bishounen trend in 70s shoujo manga, but I'm gonna be lazy and just say he's the same age a Bjorn Andresen and born in 1955 as that more or less lands him right smack dab in the timeframe I would've ended up pinpointing anyway, give or take. For technicality's sake I'll say he was turned at 17, thus technically qualifying him as a proper bishounen and not just bidanshi, making him turned in 1972.

Hacchi is so hard to work with in this context... So long as this is all just headcanon anyway I'm gonna let go of even loose anchors to canon and just say his whole tux getup is a host club thing. (I know that doesn't quite feel right, even to me, but I gotta pick something instead of just juggling "maybes" and "sortas" for forever... I can't really match the look to much else eotherwise... Like a wedding caterer maybe? One half of a classic Japanese standup comedy act? Some kind of a stage magician?) Host clubs only really took off in the late 90s, peaking in the 2000s. Considering the range of dates on the other members this does kind of afford him the chance to be older, although it's sort of weird if he's the only physical adult in the whole group... If I call him 25 at the tail end of the slow decline post 80s bubble economy pop, around 2002, then that makes him born in 1979. (if i shift that back to the start of the pop in 1992, it slides him more in line with the others at 1957, but then he's kind of out of the range of the host club thing.... I dunno, man, Hacchi's an enigma... He really is maybe the absolutel single biggest wrench in this whole thing, which is a damn shame because he's maybe my favorite visored.)

(love that the little cartoon in the sweatpants was the exact thing that showed up when i googled guudara[ぐうたら]:"lazybones; good-for-nothing; idler; slacker; loafer")

It took me a second to remember who I'd missed. Love and his weird slacker, drop out, tracksuit thing scream 80s to me, and technically the whole adidas tracksuit look was in fact a 70s-80s thing. it's a much less specific kinda look than some of the others where it can be tied to specific characters, titles, and authors, or historical events... I'm gonna go out on a limb with this one and just tether it to 1984 and the release of the Run-DMC album, if only because they're the only specific names I can tie to the tracksuit look, rather than just a general casualwear trend. If Love was, say, 17 in 1984, he'd have been born in 1967.

And then that just leaves Hiyori.... Hers is such a general look that I have like zero idea where to place it. It falls into a similar time span as Love's with the track suit thing. but then she's got that mountain hick country bumpkin sorta thing going for her, which suggests she's kind of out of style, so then is her tracksuit look sort of out of date? She very specifically has some general parallels with Kumiko, in the manga Gokusen as a homely, spunky, firebrand kinda gal. If I consider that Gokusen came out in 2000, and had Kumiko be 23yo, then if I map that onto Hiyori, she'd have been born in 1977? But clearly turned very early as she's by far the youngest of the Visored physiologically.

BDAY - name (age apparent/real)

MAY 10, 1950 - Shinji (15/55)

JUL 30, 1952 - Kensei (18/53)

MAR 17, 1955 - Rose (17/50)

SEP 8, 1957 - Hacchi (25/48)

APR 1, 1960 - Mashiro (16/40)

FEB 3, 1966 - Risa (18/39)

OCT 10, 1967 - Love (17/38)

AUG 1, 1977 - Hiyori (13/28)

I guess the only thing I'd do to manually tweak these is nudge a few years around to more evenly space them out... Maybe make Mashiro a Visored before Kensei, because I feel like that's how their some of their conversations in the early arc pointed. I can't figure out if I feel like Hiyori gives off the vibes of being the first or the last recruited Visored... I like that she bosses others around like she has seniority, but also she seems like the most inexperienced and rough around the edges, as well as the overt comparison to Ichigo. Although actual age-vs-apparent age aside, the order in which they were actually recruited into the ramshackle gang they are is a timeline all its own.

Again though, I think of the Visored as that ramshackle band of undead kids squatting in an abandoned factory hoping the samurai death cops don't find them, or the mad scientist that threw them into a hole in the first place --half of them convinced that the whole process was a mistake and who just want to not have a monster inside them anymore, and that the hogyoku is the key to turning them back, but then at least Shinji secretly convinced that he's just a god in the making and wants to hougyoku to push the transformation even further.(ala the general thrust of the Fullbringer premise) The ones Ukitake betrayed for the sake or balance and order, ala his yinyang theming. The one he's secretly using ichigo to monitor via the substitute badge. Rather than just a bunch of weird coworkers who had one bad night and then just sat around doing nothing for like 100 years.

(Again, see all the odd little details of how they were introduced that later got steamrolled or just outright ignored: Urahara and Isshin talking as if they're not in touch with the Visored. Hiyori's between-two-worlds talk with Shinji emphasizing the line between humans and shinigami. Hiyori and Shinji having signs of a practiced recruitment process they're using with Ichigo. Kensei not being at all familiar with Mashiro's training process. Kensei thinking Orihime slipping thru the barrier could've been another visored, as if it's just assumed there are an indeterminate number of others out there unaffiliate with them. etc... yadda yadda.. I've made this post somewhere before, right? or has it only ever popped up in bits and pieces?)

Anyway all that just to reiterate that this whole exercise is less preoccupied with trying to make any particular "sense" out of the manga's canon backstory, and more just a pulling on loose threads of my own headcanon.

(Oh, and because there wasn't any better place to throw it in there: in this headcanon, Shinji was Isshin's substitute 30 years ago.)

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CHAPTER 5 - Rooftop Parley

Concept: AU of how Sylus & you (reader) met. Both are leaders of large factions in the N109 Zone, Onychinus (Sylus) and Himitsu (you). They have been cutting into your territory over the past few weeks, so you decided an introduction is required. You laid the trap and Sylus walked right into it. But this is just the beginning...

Your head pounds as you finally wake up. You remember feeling like you were floating before everything went dark. Your eyes flutter open and you gasp. The sky above you is shining with millions of stars. The dark blue and purple swirls come into focus before the city lights bleed into the darkness in your peripherals. You sit up quickly, grabbing your head. You feel a hand at your back and feel your senses snap to attention.

“Easy kitten…” Sylus’ voice is low and calm.

You finally take in your surroundings. You’re on a rooftop, plush patio furniture surrounds you. Twinkling lights hanging from the metal fencing. A small garden sits to the right and a fire pit to the left. It looks like a suburban backyard, but you know you have to be on one of the highest roofs in the zone to see the stars clearly. You finally swing your legs off the couch you were laid on to face Sylus sitting on the coffee table in front of you. 

“Where the hell did you take me?” Trying to control the panic in your voice unsuccessfully.

“White & Co.” You remember the name. White & Co is owned by Raymond White, a prominent lawyer and businessman in the zone. It makes sense why he was so quick to turn you down for a partnership, he was already associated with Onychinus.

You sit back and cross your legs, attempting to look confident. You’re not dead, so that’s a good sign. But you are not sure what Sylus’ motive is. And you don’t want to let your guard down.

Sylus walks over to a chair opposite you and sits, mirroring you as he crosses his legs. His eyes scan your face and soften when he reaches your lips. You’re not sure if he meant for you to see him do this or if he even cares. You smirk regardless and cross your arms. It takes you a moment to realize you are wearing a coat that is not yours. You glance down and see the familiar red swirl against the black fabric. It is far too big for you, but the night air is chilly and you’re on a rooftop. You look up to see Sylus is now wearing a smirk as well.

“What’s your angle?” You finally find the courage to face the problem at hand, leaning forward.

“My angle?” Sylus feigns ignorance. 

“I lock you in a cage, somehow you break yourself out - which I am still confused about because the design is foolproof - and now I am the one kidnapped by you and we are… sitting on a cozy little rooftop with a garden and fire pit. What is your angle Sylus?” The words spill out of your mouth quickly as frustration and fear start to take over. 

“I thought we’d try this whole introduction again. And this time, no cages or collars. But if it puts you at ease, I am happy to put the collar back on?” He’s already teasing you. 

“Fine.” You sit up straight, clear your throat and glide your hand in front of your face dramatically putting on a confident smile before reaching out your hand to Sylus. “Hi! I’m Y/N.”

Sylus chuckles, but he matches your energy. He sits forward, his elbows on his knees, he stares at you for a moment before extending his hand to you. “Sylus. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

His palm is cool to the touch and you hope he doesn’t notice how your hand shakes slightly when he doesn’t let go of your hand. You feel a sense of peace, almost a warmth spreading from his touch. Are you resonating with him? Before you can figure it out, he lets go of your hand. And try your best not to dwell on that feeling, disappointment. 

“I’m impressed. The only intel I could get on the Himitsu boss is the name Dorian and his reputation is not impressive.”

“Well, the only intel I could gather on you is that you collect guns. Oh and that your name alone makes people paranoid.”

“So why do you hide behind Dorian? Why be his puppet-master when you could take center stage?” You can’t tell if his eyes are glowing from the moonlight or from something… else.

“It’s simple really. I’m a woman. No one would take me seriously. They take Dorian seriously.”

“I take you seriously.” His smirk is gone, his tone serious. You avoid his gaze now.

“I like the shadows. They keep me safe.” You lean back, letting the umbrella above you to block the moonlight from your face. 

“Not always, kitten.” The umbrella is pushed back suddenly. When you look back, the familiar black and red mist is retreating from its base. You turn back to Sylus, his eyes full of mirth.

“Why don’t you tell me about your evol? I’ve never seen anything quite like it. Must be rare.”

“That’s one word for it. Let’s call it… a kind of energy. Keeps things simple.” His smile doesn’t hide the hint of sadness in his eyes.

“Okay. Well, your energy isn’t affected by suppression beacons. Seems like it might not be an evol at all.” Sylus stands and moves closer to you. He sits on the coffee table once again and lifts his hand. 

“Resonate with me. Maybe you’ll have your answer.” There’s no smile, no sadness, no fear. The next move is yours.

“How do you know I have the resonance evol?” Your evol has never fit in one category. It’s also never been stable or dependable. Sylus doesn’t answer. His hand remains in front of you.

You take a breath and lift your hand to meet his. Your hands touch, he laces your fingers together and you feel that warmth once more. Sylus closes his eyes while yours remains fixed to his face. Sylus rotates his wrist, pulling your hand closer to his chest. The movement takes you by surprise, your other hand finds itself on Sylus’ knee in an attempt to prevent falling forward. He opens his eyes to glance at your hand on his knee, but says nothing. And you don’t move your hand. When his eyes meet yours again, you feel as though you are lost. Or maybe floating? Even though you feel weightless, you still feel a pull. Something magnetic. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears and it feels as though you are trying to breathe underwater. You finally close your eyes, your senses overwhelmed. And then… Sylus releases your hand. Your eyes open quickly and you realize just how close you are to him.

“I… What was that? I’ve resonated with plenty of people before, but it wasn’t like that.” You’re breathless and frustrated. The experience didn’t make any sense to you. What does it all mean?

“Maybe that means we’re unique.” 

“You make it sound special.” 

“It is.” Sylus’ voice is still serious, his gaze still locked on you.

“Why?” You whisper.

“Seems like everything about you is special, kitten. Not just your evol.” His smirk has returned, but you can tell he isn’t joking when he says that. 

You realize your hand is still on his knee. His thumb gently strokes your hand, you didn’t expect it to make you feel so calm. You know you should pull your hands back, but you indulge yourself another minute of closeness.

“What do you want, Sylus?” You repeat your earlier question, your tone much less defensive. 

“I’m looking for a protocore. It doesn’t appear special, so it’s often discarded.”

“Which is why you’ve been attacking my transports.” Finally, the puzzle pieces make sense. 

“Seems your clients are fiercely loyal to you. Or they’re just afraid of what you’ll do if they break their contract.” 

“You haven’t found what you’re looking for.” Sylus raises an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t have attacked the transport yesterday if you had.” 

“No, I haven’t found it. It’s possible there’s another buyer.”

“Ahh, so you’re planning to sell it? You’re looking for a diamond amongst countless discarded protocores?” 

“No sweetie, I am the buyer.” 

“So you’re looking for a rare protocore and I am the only one with access to mass quantities of discarded protocores from the city. Interesting.”

“How about we make a deal? That way I don’t have to keep coming after your shipments and making things… tense, with your clients.” He closes his fingers around your hand, his thumb still stroking your palm. 

You’re about to make a deal and you’re holding hands with a potential business partner. This is definitely unprofessional. Not that you care.

“What do you propose then?”

“We split the zone, straight down the middle. I control the industrial zone and the docks. You control the business sector and all roads connecting to the outer cities. But there is one place that is neutral. You bring your shipment there, I do my search and then it’s on the way to its original destination.”

You let your gaze fall to your hand, gently being caressed by Sylus. Your mind is working overtime to stay focused. Sylus places his other hand on your wrist. He traces small circles on your skin, one of his fingers pressed to feel your pulse. You’ve used this trick yourself. You don’t pull away. If he wants to play, you’ll play.

Sylus continues. “You help me find the protocore and Onychinus stops pursuing business in your territory. Himitsu returns the favor. It’s a fair deal.”

“So I just help you find this mysterious protocore and all I get is peace and what sounds like ‘permission’ to continue controlling the territory I’ve held for years? You call that fair?” You place your free hand on top of his and drag your nails gently down his fingers. You see goosebumps rise on his skin. The game is on.

“What if I told you the protocore I am looking for could answer some of those questions you had before? When we tried to resonate?” You tilt your head and continue grazing his hand lightly.

“Would I even have access to this protocore once you find it? How can I guarantee you won’t disappear?” 

“I won’t disappear.” Sylus answers quickly. He is leaning closer to you now, demanding your attention. “And yes, you’d have access.” While this isn’t concrete, for some reason, you believe him.

“Where would this neutral zone be?” The deal is good, for now. Once Himitsu is ready to expand it might prove to be a problem, but after the past few weeks that won’t be for a while. 

“I have a house. The property lines sit perfectly between our territories. It also has an underground garage, perfect for a secure search.”

“Okay. So how do we make it official?” 

“We shake on it.” He turns your hand, waiting for you to initiate the shake. You comply. The deal is done. He doesn’t let go of your hand. “Oh and one more thing…”

“No no no, you can’t add something to the deal once we’ve already shaken on it.”

“Dinner.” One word, but you look as if he spoke a different language. 

“W-what?” You stutter.

“Dinner. We meet at the house, I complete the search but before we split ways, we have dinner.”

You stare at him and search your brain for any reason to say no, but come up short. Why not? 

“Fine.” He is the one to shake your hand now. He releases your hand and stands, turning to face the low humming light of the zone beneath you.

“Saturday the 20th. Would 5pm work?” You wrap your arms around yourself, pulling Sylus’ coat around you further.

“It works.” 

“I’ll send you the address and give you a call the day before. My number is in the burner phone. Check the pocket of my jacket.” You reach your hand in and pull out the phone. You open the contacts and see one. You press the call button. A phone rings near you. Sylus pulls a phone out of his pocket and shows you the screen. 

“Kitten? Really?” You try to mask your amusement but it doesn’t work. You let out a small laugh.

“Do you prefer ‘kitten’ or ‘sweetie’?” He moves to stand in front of you now.

“How about just my name?” You take a step forward.

“Y/N.” He says in a low rumble. He takes a step forward as well. Your breath catches, he said it that way on purpose.

Before you can think what may happen next you hear a loud CAW and a black crow swoops down and lands on Sylus’ shoulder. You stare at the creature. It has mechanical features and glowing eyes. You blink rapidly, yeah, the bird is definitely staring at you. 

“This is Mephisto.” The bird responds with another loud CAW. Sylus shushes the bird. “He said hello.” You squint at the bird. 

“Right. Sounded like it.” And then it dawns on you. “He’s how you knew which route the convoy was taking? And reported you being taken?” Sylus smiles.

“I’ll talk to you soon, kitten.” He turns and walks to the elevator doors. “You can return my jacket when I see you next.” Throwing a small smile over his shoulder before disappearing from sight.

What have you gotten yourself into?

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