#niragi that's a brilliant idea

[sharpsuite]

❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜ / idk man normal world cuishiya and game designer normal world niragi . . i have a vision .

↳ I COULD DO WITH SOME SOFTER PROMPTS PLEASE🙏

Something about this situation feels UNREAL to him. Like a dream that could easily be shattered and broken the way a reflection on the still surface of water can be disturbed. Chishiya still can't quite wrap his head around the situation despite how many hours he's spent thinking about it after work or on his breaks. ( Not that he intends to ADMIT THAT to Niragi - both from pride and a feeling he'd never live it down.) It's certainly not unpleasant, but it borders on absurdity in the context of Chishiya's life. Because Chishiya is....Chishiya. Despite how intelligent and attractive he is, he doesn't DO things like this and everyone knows it. He never has, and he thought he never would. That had been the plan at least. And yet here he is.

" WHATEVER I want? " Chishiya tilts his head with a conniving little gleam in his eyes like a cat about to get into trouble. It's late and he draws in a deep breath of the slightly chilly night air as he looks at the man beside him. " I'm just kidding. " He adds after a heartbeat with a hint of a SMILE before Niragi can regret his choice of words. Maybe. Chishiya's not entirely sure Niragi wouldn't try to come up with some clever way to see to what Chishiya might say just to show off. He likes that about the man though ; likes that the other can challenge him in ways no one else ever has.

His shift is finally over, and Chishiya reaches up to tug his ponytail down, letting his blonde strands fall free. " Your idea sounds perfect. I like the sound of pizza and a movie. " It feels like an easy way to coax himself into relaxing considering he has the next few days off. Normally he'd just....do nothing. Go home, eat maybe, and then sleep until he woke up eventually. RINSE AND REPEAT. It makes something in his chest ache the way Niragi seems to want to do something to help him unwind - he'd much prefer a night in with movies and pizza and desserts than going out to hit the town. " Can we get dessert too? The pizza place has that brownie cookie combo that's so good. I promise to share. " His calm expression falters at the corners of his lips where he's trying to suppress the small grin. He can already feel his mouth watering at the idea.

Chishiya's rather surprised to find how much he really wants this idea Niragi's presented. He's not used to it: TO WANTING.

" Ah. " His head tilts back a little more to look at Niragi. " I meant to ask you on my break but it got cut short. You were working on that bug you recently found in the game today, right? " Chishiya didn't particularly understand any of Niragi's tech speak after the basics, but he had REMEMBERED that Niragi mentioned over text. Besides, sometimes he just liked listening to the other chatter away. It was better than the loneliness he'd always known." How did that go? " / @crue11

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Press Restart

a/n ; a small blurb imagine i created in spite of everyone in the aib fandom in order to break my own heart. might make an actual series but this is just an idea | warning ; season 2 spoilers, everything is not what it seems, deja vu, some angst (?), etc..

A hand grazes upon one of millions of screens. The soft skin of the hand came in touch of the cold surface as live footage played.

The hand somewhat touches a face displayed on feed.

Ryohei Arisu, Champion of the Games, sitting on a bench in a small park provided by the hospital.

I know him. I should. I was there when the last blimp of a face card bursted into flames and fell upon the old, overgrown city and the sparks of brilliant lights overfilled the sky - popping.

Spark. Pop. Burst.

All of it was narrowed down to a minute. Could you believe it? I simply thought it was too short.

That's why they're here, why I'm here. To make things right, make it better.

A few more screens pop into light next to the one I held, smile forming on my lips as I watched and read the information on each of them.

Yuzuha Usagi. Y/N L/N. Hikari Kuina. Shuntaro Chishiya. Akane Heiya. Rizuna Ann. Aguni Morizono. Suguru Niragi.

Only a few selected names. The ones who caught my eye - quite rare, I'll say. How peculiar their will to survive was.

Many survived, sure, but..

But no bother, for soon all of us will have fun together. A world where everyone can play. Bigger than before, better than the last.

My eyes flickered down to one screen, a pit of a void, of nothingness. Only white letters decorated the dark plane.

Restart ?

"Pray now for guidance. You all will surely need it."

[mcwscollective]

Niragi grumbled under his breath at being called an idiot. Chishiya was too mouthy for his own good, but there was no way to shut him up while they were supposed to be working together to accomplish the task at hand. Although, as the other gave undeserved kudos to the game's creator, Niragi couldn't help but offer a judgmental glare.

"You're praising them?" Eyes rolled before he would focus on the pieces again. "And you call me the idiot." The problem they were facing was that rushing would do them no favors -- but Niragi couldn't wait to put more distance between the two of them; at least so that they were out of earshot with each other so he wouldn't have to hear anymore stupid comments.

"Sort them without touch-- how the fuck do you think we can do that?" With a sigh, he tried to blow the pieces away from each other, to no avail. "They're too fucking heavy to move them without touching them, so what's your next brilliant idea?" He flicked a few pieces gently, moving them off of the others beneath them after watching Chishiya find an edge piece.

At least they had a starting point now if they could find the rest of those.

It was what Chishiya said next though that finally made something click together in the back of Niragi's mind. Put them into piles of similar pieces. For once, he didn't argue against the point made, and started sorting them into careful piles, making sure not to accidentally begin to press any of them together. Sorting them pointed out one key feature -- they were all the same pieces; each piece fitting into one of ten shapes.

"Uh..." He looked to either side, wondering if that was how the girls had gotten so far ahead. Had they figured it out too? Niragi waved gently, trying to bring Chishiya's attention to the collection of pieces spread out against the table to make sure he saw it too. Of course there was a pattern to figure out -- this wasn't just a puzzle, it was a diamond puzzle. All they had to do was figure out which order they went in.

A sigh was forced out of him as he looked to the table. That could have meant another handful of shocks before they got it right.

"If we get through this," his voice dropped to a hissed whisper and he leaned over the table to try to make himself as clear to only Chishiya as possible. "The rest should follow the same pattern--" if not being offset by one to keep them on their toes. Bottom line was, they had a vague idea on how to get it done. "But if those girls get to the end before we do, we're taking their table." Anything to save them some time.

Continued from here. | @mcwscollective

Chishiya could easily list a million things that he would have rather dealt with than being stuck anywhere within a one hundred foot radius of Niragi. Unfortunately, as the cards would play out for them due to their bickering, he was forced to deal with such. Though that didn't mean they had to talk to each other, necessarily. All they had to do was work together long enough to get through the game, and it could be over with for both of them and allow them to act as if it didn't happen.

"Simply stating a fact, is all." He retorted at the comment of being told to shut up. There was always something about getting under Niragi's skin that made smarting off entertaining, and especially more so when he didn't have his precious little weapon to use against him for a power trip. Even if he hated it as well on top of things, he had to admit the person who made this game was more clever than he wanted to admit.

Taking a seat at the table, Chishiya eyed the puzzle pieces in hopes he could at least figure out some starting point. Carefully moving a few pieces around, he stayed quiet for a few moments before finally speaking back up as a few of the pieces were correctly paired together, him missing any shocks so far. "Relax, idiot. Laughing at you would do no good in this game. As much as I would enjoy it, this isn't a game you get shocked by making a stupid decision or move. It's random when you put a wrong piece together. My odds of getting shocked are just as high as yours."

An odd that equaled out for a moment as Chishiya managed to grab the wrong piece without realizing, a shock radiating through his fingers as he quickly dropped the piece with a stifled hiss. "I've got to give them credit on the pain factor of the shocks. Not enough to burn right away but enough you don't want it more than needed." Okay. This would be harder than it looked originally.

"Maybe if we can sort of sort the pieces without touching them.." Was he confident it'd be that easy? Most definitely not. But anything was better than just trying random pieces together. Eyes moved to the time on the screen. 03:32:48. Damn it. More time had passed than expected, Chishiya's attention moving back to the puzzle on the table.

"If we can narrow down similar pieces into piles, maybe we can find a starting point. Use enough time until we can find a way to overtake a table, which from the looks of it so far, the two girls over in far corner on your left are starting a little bit of progress. May be worth it to watch them and see what their strategy is, or wait long enough to try to take their table. Unless you have a better idea other than us just simply getting shocked constantly and wasting time." Moving a few more pieces, he was finally able to find an end piece under a good mound of middle pieces, sliding it to the side for them to not lose track of.

[werelosingdaylight]

We besties now🥰

One idea is where reader, Niragi and Last Boss have a threesome (or they’re poly). The reader is a switch in this one. Reader has their way with Last Boss before letting Niragi have his way with them or visa versa.

Also, the idea of sub!Niragi (even tho it’s way off from canon) is just mmm🤭. Like the reader is fucking him (or pegging if a woman) and they’re like, “You're so high and mighty with everyone like you’re the dominant one, yet here you are taking my dick like a bitch."

Not to mention the thought of walking around with one of the militants (or even Chishiya) on a leash around the beach or something, humiliating them in front of everyone.

These are just some that are for the guys. I wanna know your opinions too so don’t be shy❤️

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OHBEHSHDJAVSKDGS, ANON YOUR MIND IS BRILLIANT JUST *CHEFS KISS* OKAY SO, for the leash one, WHY PICK WHEN YOU CAN HAVE ALL THREE ON LEASHES?? Also, I firmly stand by Last Boss and Niragi both being bottoms; Last boss because I cant for the life of me see him as a top it’s just not possible for me. Niragi because he was bullied so he would probably enjoy being looked after, and while I know he would hate being out of control of the situation if it’s with someone he genuinely trusts [aka reader] he would allow himself to be taken care of. As for the threesome, i do have an idea; it leans towards female reader for the idea I have but I can come up with something different for GN/male reader. Also, Imagine Yanking Niragi back by his hair >>> don’t even worry about me possibly being shy, I have no shame to talk about these things.

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You infected my brain with hatter stuff

You will be hearing from my attorneys

And by attorneys, I mean random thoughts that pop in my head

Good day!

That’s it, you’re getting

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Hatter Has Definitely Kissed Every Executive At Least Once And This Is How It Went:  Niragi Edition

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Rating: PG-13

Tags: violence, language, death threats, dubious consent (tagging that just to be safe), creative problem solving

Summary: Violence isn’t always the answer, but it’s usually some part of the equation (at least, it is in the Borderlands…)

“Ah, Mori, so nice of you to—“

“Shut the fuck up!”

There is an old adage—timing is everything in life—and that sentiment is truer today than ever before.

At least, it is for Aguni.

He has managed to show up in the meeting room just in time to witness Niragi holding a very loaded rifle right below Takeru’s jaw. The energy in the room hums tense and hot; one strike of a match and the whole place might explode.

“Put the gun down,” Aguni growls, mood shifting from ‘mildly annoyed’ to ‘enraged concern,’ “or I’ll snap your goddamn spine—“

“Now, now, there’s no need for all of that,” Takeru placates, “Our friend Niragi is just expressing himself.”

“I’m gonna express your brains all over the fucking wall if you don’t stop fucking talking,”

“Such a vivid description,” Takeru muses, cocking his head to one side and eyeing Niragi curiously, “is there something about the sight of blood that you find exciting? Not necessarily in a sexual way; although it’s perfectly fine if that’s the case—“

“Stop playing with him,” Aguni interrupts with an exasperated roll of his eyes. He turns his attention to Niragi and points an accusatory finger directly at his chest.

“And you,” Aguni seethes, “you’ve got until the count of three to put the gun down and step away before I snap your neck—“

“You will do no such thing,” Takeru gently chides, giving a soft smile, “I have everything under control.”

“Yeah,” Niragi taunts, sneering at Aguni, “this is none of your fucking business.”

“The hell it isn’t,” Aguni grumbles, clenching his fists at his sides and clenching his jaw. He’s just about to storm his way over and wrestle the gun from Niragi’s devious grip when Takeru holds up his hand in a bid to stop his approach.

“Do you remember our last trip to Sendai,” Takeru asks, furrowing his brow as he tries to remember the details, “it’s been…oh, a good five years since then. Maybe six, I can’t quite recall at the moment.”

“The fuck you talking about?”

“We stayed at that lovey little inn, just outside the city center,” Takeru reminisces, paying no mind to his confused assailant’s question, “we were lucky enough to catch the autumn leaves just before they began to fall. Magical experience, I so hope to go back some day…”

“Pretty sure the yakuza won’t let you back in,” Aguni adds, “barely got away as is.”

“But I did get away,” Takeru reminds him, sounding very pleased with himself, “And, if you can recall, I used a rather effective method of escape.”

“Whatever you did for those clowns won’t fucking work on me,” Niragi insists, pressing the barrel of the gun even harder against Takeru’s skin.

“I’m not so sure,” Takeru hums, “you seem like the type of man who’d be receptive to a…softer approach.”

To illustrate his point, Takeru puckers his lips and releases them with a an audible ‘pop’—an imitation of a kiss, complete with a cheeky wink thrown in at the end.

Niragi looks horrified.

“Did he,” Niragi asks, voice scratched thin as if on the verge of a screech, “fucking…make out with the goddamn yakuza?”

“Yes,” Aguni confirms solemnly, “yes, he did.”

“And it worked! Splendidly, too, I might add,” Takeru exclaims excitedly, “Almost as magical as the changing trees.”

“Takeru,” Aguni grits, “that’s not gonna work here…”

“You’re goddamn right it’s not,” Niragi spits, eyes narrowing into two knife-sharp slits, “ugly-ass motherfucker like you couldn’t even make me blink twice.”

“You’re a man who knows what he likes. I appreciate that,” Takeru says coolly, letting his gaze slip over the gun-wielding maniac in front of him, “just like I appreciate the occasional wager. I don’t suppose you’d be interested in that sort of thing, would you?”

“Takeru,” Aguni hisses, “he’s got you at gunpoint—“

“Shut the fuck up,” Niragi jabs in Aguni’s direction, before turning his attention to Takeru once more, “Gimme your terms. I wanna hear what kind of stupid-ass ideas you got.”

Takeru smirks.

“Nothing too complicated. You let me kiss you,” he explains, “and, if I don’t have you falling to your knees by the time I’m done, you can shoot me as many times as you like. I’ll even have Mori here give you his pocket knife so you can do some slicing, if you like. Could get some really unique blood spatters on the rug that way, like a Jackson Pollock.”

Takeru’s smirk tightens as Niragi imagines the scenario—no doubt in gory, brilliant technicolor, with all the drama and carnage a young man of his macabre inclinations could possibly dream of.

“Of course,” Takeru adds, “if I do manage to succeed, you let me go. No penalties, no petty revenge; we walk out of here as friendly as ever, and none shall be the wiser.”

Niragi snorts.

“Un-fucking-likely. But you know what? I’m feeling fucking generous.”

Niragi lowers the gun a smidge—just enough to allow Takeru some head movement—and shoots him a chilling smile.

“Give it your best shot, old man,” he says, “unless you’re too much of a fucking pussy…”

“I assure you, darling, that I most certainly am not,” Takeru replies.

He brings a hand up to Niragi’s face and very gently pushes a loose strand of hair behind his ear—a gesture which earns him a confused frown and furrowed, pierced brow.

“For fuck’s sake,” Aguni mumbles from the sidelines, watching as Takeru’s hand snakes around the nape of Niragi’s neck and cradles it like he would with any other lover, “are you seriously gonna—“

And, yes; apparently Takeru is ‘seriously gonna’ because he does. His opposite hand has wrapped around Niragi’s waist and pulls him sharply towards himself. The hand at Niragi’s nape performs a similar, albeit more tender, motion, guiding Niragi to kiss him fully and passionately on the mouth.

Niragi closes his eyes—whether instinctually or from the reluctant pleasure of being kissed by a man he had until this point considered his enemy, he can’t be sure. All he does is feel, letting Takeru slip his clever tongue between his lips and trying not to groan at the flush of heat flaring in his face.

A swift jab to his right kidney has him yelping out in pain, while a firm stomp to his foot has his knees buckling and his throat screeching in pain.

Niragi crashes to the floor in a messy, loose-limbed heap. His gun falls to the side and is quickly kicked just out of reach by a casual, flip-flopped foot.

Niragi looks up to see a smug-looking Takeru staring down at him.

“And that’s how we do it in Kabukicho, bitch.”

“Not fucking fair,” Niragi wheezes in protest, arm twisting so he can clutch at his aching back, “you…cheating bastard.”

Takeru picks up the discarded gun and hands it to Aguni, who snatches it from his grip with an angry grimace.

“I may be a bastard, but not a cheating one,” Takeru gloats as he watches Aguni unload the bullets from the gun’s chamber, “I kissed you, you fell to your knees, end of story. I won fair and square.”

Aguni hands the bullets to Takeru, who pockets them with a certain measure of glee.

“If it makes you feel better, I had a lovely time,” Takeru says, “I don’t often come across tongue piercings, so that was quite a treat.”

“I’ll…fucking…kill you!”

“Not today, you won’t,” Aguni says, kicking the unloaded gun back to the floor-dwelling man, “Meanwhile, I suggest you try to get some sleep while you’re down there; you just doubled your patrol duty for the next three nights, so you’ll need all the rest you can get.”

Niragi immediately dissolves into angry, breathless protests, even going so far as to pound his fist on the floor in rage. Aguni remains unswayed, and motions for Takeru to follow him out of the room.

“Brilliant addition, old friend,” Takeru commends Aguni, patting him on the shoulder thrice as they begin to make their way out of the room, “shall we do lunch?”

“Fine,” Aguni agrees, “but you and I are going to have a serious talk about risk management…”

And the two men exit the room, chatting as if they hadn’t just been part of a life-and-death experience, leaving Niragi to gather himself and his pride from the floor.

[aceofspadegrass]

Do not take this that seriously but.....

Imagine, okay? That one day Hatter woke up at three in the morning, throwing a pillow at Aguni who fell asleep on the couch after a very tense game of I Spy, and then rambling about a very wonderful idea he had thanks to his brain simply being that feral.

" A beauty pageant!" He tells him, and Aguni is probably half asleep, but he hears Hatter anyways and it takes him twelve whole seconds to process the idea, and just goes right back to sleep.

..... Only to be smacked with a second pillow. And then an empty box of cookies.

Cue to the morning, where Hatter holds a meeting with the important squad, plus Arisu, Usagi, and Tatta ( Purely because Tatta is a treat and we're running on 'Tatta deserves a lot more than what he gets' rules) and tells them all about this very brilliant, very sexy idea.

Of course, there are mixed reviews on the idea, but Hatter is a convincing bastard, and two days later they're holding a pageant with the squad.

(Thanks to the fact that a good chunk of the actors are models of some type and have a fashion sense, they look absolutely amazing.)

Now, here's where the funny bit comes in. For absolutely zero reason at all, Hatter convinced them to do a sort of clothing swap section, where typically feminine-oriented outfits are worn by the men, and the masculine-oriented outfits are worn my the women.

So that means they may get to see Ann in a suit, which is great.

Mira probably showed up in like...... a suit with a top hat and cane. Why? Why not.

That also means, for literally no reason, they manage to wrestle a wedding dress and veil onto Last Boss. Why him? Because Chishiya hid the moment Hatter brought it up, and Niragi bit Aguni and was put in the naughty corner.

They could've put it on any of the others, but apparently Hatter wanted Arisu in more casual spring wear. Tatta got a summer dress and like.... one of those small light jackets. And a new hat.

Chishiya and Niragi still had to join in though. Just not in the wedding dress.

Kuzuryuu wasn't exempt from this either. Business style time.

Oh, and of course Hatter and Aguni joined in, Hatter wasn't gonna let this happen without also joining in.

They probably all had a bit of fun with it though. :D

[aceofspadegrass]

Roller disco night in the club at the beach

Can you imagine the absolute ✨flair✨ hatter would use to announce and participate in this soon to be beloved event?

Would participation be mandatory?

Would militants still be scary on roller skates?

You’re the only one with the answers we’re all desperate to know

Roller Disco

Characters: Aguni Morizono, Hatter, Chishiya Shuntaro, Niragi Suguru, Arisu Ryohei, Usagi Yuzuha, Kuina Hikari (Not named, but she's there briefly)

Genre: Fluff. Roller Disco, baby!

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I have done it! I have made the rollerskating thing a thing! I tried my best to make it as fun as possible, and even if legally you can't build a whole rink in a few days or so, this is fiction and time is a construct! I am a Time Snipper! Hehe! >:3c!

Anyways I do hope you have fun reading this. :D

Being the higher ranking members to the Beach, the sole place that had a constant source of food, water, drugs, and electricity, they got the special privilege of having to deal with Hatter a whole lot more than anyone else in the Beach.

Sometimes that meant they were dragged into his silly schemes that Hatter would concoct on a sheer whim, out of boredom and the rule that stated they were allowed to do whatever they want whenever they want. It’s led to strange ideas and occurrences, but usually they were harmless.

Today was similar, Hatter rounding up the executives and militants to the meeting room, as well as Arisu and Usagi. The latter weren’t high ranking at all, left around the 40s in the ranks, but Hatter seemed to enjoy them nonetheless.

Everyone takes their usual seat around the table, save for Last Boss continuing to stand despite the perfectly normal seat, which was taken by Arisu instead. Usagi stood nearby him, everyones attention on the leader to this entire organization. Hatter grins at them, visually brimming with excitement and a new idea that he just had to get out to his inner circle, standing up and scanning everyones expression. It ranged from faces of neutrality, boredom, and slight interest from a few, nobody matching the sheer excitement that Hatter was holding in.

After a few moments of silence, Aguni speaks up, hands folded in his lap and eyes staring straight through Hatter’s favourite sunglasses. “ Mind telling us what this is about?” His voice was tired but inquisitive, Hatter grinning and straightening to his full height, holding his arms out like he was the next coming of a flying squirrel.

“ Yes, yes! Well, I have decided that we, as Beach members, should be allowed to have access to even more fun than ever before, and I hear one of the rooms here is perfectly empty and ready to be used as something that not every place has ever seen before! People here are allowed to do whatever, yes? But there is only so much you can do here without getting bored from the usual sights, so I thought of a brilliant idea!”

“ And that is….?” Aguni’s eyebrow raises up a little, overall not knowing where he was getting at. Hatter just continues to imitate a lowercase T while emitting his usual cheerful chaotic energy.

“ We’re gonna open up roller disco!”

There was several minutes of stunned silence, everyone looking straight at the still eager tomato waterfall, Chishiya’s lip quirking in a half-amused half-mocking smile. Niragi just squints at Hatter, a look of confusion clea on his face. The others were mostly just stunned to the point where their expressions didn’t really change much, give or take minute amounts of confusion.

“ Roller….. disco.” Aguni echoes, flabbergasted. “ You want roller disco." “ Yes! Yes! It’ll be a blast for the Beach! It’ll give them some extra steam to burn off, and it’ll be fun for everyone! Who doesn’t love a good disco?” “ Who likes dancing to disco nowadays? That’s fucking boring.” Niragi pipes up, his lips curled into a mocking sneer. He scoffs, leaning back in his seat. “ And think about it, not everyone would know how to roller-skate and not look like a fucking fool. Hell, I bet the cracked egg over there doesn’t know.” He snorts, glancing at Chishiya, who ignores his glare and keeps his attention on anything else of interest to him. “ Bet you’ll just eat shit and knock yourself out on the rink.” He imitates a person with a hand, crashing it into the table with an exaggerated noise from his mouth, ending it with his tongue sticking out and a bark of a laugh.

Chishiya glances at him, eyes flicking from his face down and back up again in a smooth manner, and his lips curl again, Niragi glaring at him. “ Perhaps it’ll be your fate too~” He chimes, Niragi narrowing his eyes at the smug vanilla eclair. Aguni has to wave him down before Niragi had the chance to leap over the table to strangle Chishiya, or even pick up his gun off the table and threaten Chishiya any more.

Hatter hums at the rebuttal anyways, taking it into consideration. “ Well, then they’ll just have to suck it up and learn if they want to roll with us! The more the merrier that loves roller disco the better! Say, who thinks this is a great idea!” He raises his hand in favour, and the others quickly discuss among themselves, Hatter still vibrating with sheer joy and the thought of going rollerskating with everyone and seeing how many people make a fool of themselves so he can talk about it later in his chambers.

Eventually, a few of them raise their hands in favour, taking the majority of the total group, Hatter’s lips stretching even wider as they agreed with him.

It takes a few days before the rink was ready, a few of them having to go around and look for people with any skill in architecture and craftsmanship to eventually renovate some old rooms into a large, functional rollerskating rink. It took a little bit, but eventually the rink was approved to be skated on. Hatter even took the time to make sure the aesthetics were perfect, setting up a real disco ball in the center and painting parts of the room with fluorescent paint and arming black lights everywhere.

Then came the announcement. It was during his usual game announcements, Hatter standing over the hundreds of Beach members with a proud grin. “ Hello everyone! I know we are all excited to go out and collect cards so that we may soon get out of the Borderlands as quickly as we can, but we have a very special announcement to make before I send you all on your ways to do your best in returning the cards!” Hatter throws his hands out to the crowd, a handful of confetti flying out of his hands, soon accompanied by Kuzuryuu and Aguni setting off the confetti cannons they had in their hands at the same time, raining confetti throughout the awed crowd.

“ Now, as people may have rumoured throughout our beloved Beach, there has been a special surprise coming to everyone for a while, down in the east wing! It’s been many days, many hours of long hard work done by a group of our hardworking people, but we have finally done it! As a gift to all of us, in celebration of still fighting onwards, I, Hatter, am proud to announce that we have built a rollerskating rink for everyone to enjoy at all hours of your time! And what’s more, it’s not just regular rollerskating, but the most greatest version of all: Roller Disco!” Hatter raises his arms out with a grin, people by instinct cheering him on and applauding, many getting excited off of one another and from the thought of a new place to hang out and play. Hatter looks down among his people, giddy from being able to reveal his newest thought baby, and starts his usual encouragement to the Beach about the games and collecting their cards, sending them into a positive uproar of pride and joy before everyone filed out the doors to their possible deaths.

By the time Hatter was back, having gone to a game with his good pal Aguni, people were already flooding the room for the new rink, people skating around in circles and having a good time. It settled a warm spot in Hatter’s heart, the man running off to snatch a pair for himself to try it. In the frenzy he lost Aguni for a bit, but when he comes back out in bright white skates with orange tips and black laces, he sees Aguni already on the rink slowly making his way around by himself. Hatter doesn’t hesitate to get inside and catch up to him, grinning at his long time friend. “ Having fun?” Hatter chirps through the disco music blasting through the speakers, Aguni slowly nodding as he gets comfortable and speed up, people trying their best to skate out of the way from Aguni skating past them with a rather concentrated expression. It only made Hatter laugh, watching Aguni scare off the more frightened skaters by sheer appearance. Hatter knew Aguni never means to, he just was a more serious guy and wanted to concentrate on not eating ass in the rink.

Hatter pauses, laughing to himself. He supposes there’s nothing wrong with that~

A bit later he spots a few of his cherished other high ranked members make their way onto the scene, a few missing from either him missing them entirely or not wanting to skate at all.

Among them was Niragi and Chishiya, of course, Hatter unable to hear the taller charred rock through the music, but still getting the feeling it was one of challenge. The smaller rock of the two apparently accepted as they speed off, trying to out-skate the other. From what Hatter got to see, Niragi was quite literally pushing everyone aside in his race around the rink in order to get past, Chishiya preferring the route of dodging and even disappearing straight form Hatter’s higher vantage point before reappearing meters away from where he was last seen. It was actually impressive.

That woman that Chishiya was always with was there as well, helping a very confused Beach member on the rink as they stumbled like a wee fawn with their proud and stable mother. Something like that, at least. Hatter chuckles, still cruising along as disco pounded in his ears and people laughed around him, some tumbling and others gliding as if one air. Hell, he might’ve even seen someone with bright pink Hello Kitty skates reading a book while they skated, which was fucking magnificent.

Yeah, he wasn’t regretting this idea at all.

Even when he sees poor Arisu immediately skate straight into a wall at hyperspeeds and flip over the wall while Usagi skates after him.

Yep, no regrets.

[aceofspadegrass]

Small Fic 2

Characters: Hatter, Last Boss, Cabot

Genre: Fluff. Just Hatter bonding with Cabot while Last Boss chills.

930 words

Prompt: I mean.........I’m not saying your Pancake Friday is the perfect idea, but........... 👀👄👀

(Or you could, like. Sequel the cat thing. But! Consider! Hatter invites Last Boss to his room for a “meeting” but is like “imma be real with you chief..........I invited you here because I wanna hang out with the cat.......” and last boss is like “oh. okay.” And they literally just hang out with the cat. That’s it. That’s the whole plot.) - @hatterstan-shameblog

ACTUALLY pancake Friday came from the brilliant and wonderful @/szallejhscorner who is just wonderful and a genius for coming up with such a fun idea 💕 - Also them. Cabot is great. An absolute vibe of a cat. Also I put a brief mention of Pancake Day just because Cabot deserves to partake in it.

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Meetings with Hatter were...... interesting, to say the least.

For one, it was Hatter.

Two, the meetings weren't ever in a professional manner, more like Hatter sitting on a couch like the sexy peacock he was while the other sits across from him with multiple drinks on the table between them. At least it was exciting.

So when Niragi kicks down Last Boss' door and tells him that Hatter wanted to personally see Last Boss, he didn't know what to say.

So, he doesn't say anything and just leaves the room, his wonderful cat Cabot following after him. The feline keeps in perfect step to Last Boss, Last Boss just ambling down the hall at his own pace. Hatter wouldn't mind too much if he was a little late, right?

Cabot meows from besides him, and Last Boss stops, looking down at his cat. He raises a single eyebrow at Cabot, who looks up at him and bumps against his leg, rubbing against it with a satisfied purr. He bends down and carefully pets the cat as Cabot takes that opportunity to leap up and climb up Last Boss and slide her furry self right into the hood, purring even louder. Last Boss pulls it down so Cabot could sit comfortably inside and stands up again, continuing down the path to get to Hatter.

He walks in, Hatter pouring himself a glass of some liquid from an expensive looking bottle, and he looks up with a smile. " You came! Great! Come, why don't you sit down?"

Last Boss just stares at Hatter quietly, Hatter smiling back in that special sort of Hatter way. There was a still silence for a few seconds, then Hatter just raising his hands up in a casual shrug and leans forward, grabbing his drink and letting it swirl a little before taking a sip.

" Now, I know you may be wondering, ' Oh Hatter, what did I do to earn your glorious presence?' and I shall tell you, you magnificent bastard!"

Last Boss wasn't thinking that at all, but he lets Hatter continue anyways. He could feel Cabot still purring in his hood, even as Hatter changes positions to get more comfortable and relaxed on his couch, taking slow and dramatic sips.

" So to be honest with you...... I just called you here to play with your cat." Hatter states, looking at Last Boss casually. Last Boss just stares back, not even moving.

" You want Cabot?"

" Is that it's name? Yes! I want your cat. In my lap. While I dangle a piece of ribbon in front of the cat."

Last Boss stands there silently, and the feeling of his cat in his hoodie just becomes a little more prominent, Last Boss just staring at Hatter, who doesn't seem bothered at all, taking another long sip of his drink.

He finally carefully pulls his cat out and holds Cabot, staring at his cat who stares back. " Want to hang out with the peacock hat? Don't worry, he won't bite." Last Boss mutters to Cabot, who meows back equally as quietly, like this was a secret to be kept. Last Boss nods quietly and sets his cat down, who rubs her entire body across his legs and then wanders off, Hatter grinning like the cat who got the cream as he watches Cabot.

Cabot hops up on the other couch and curls up there, watching Hatter. " Hello gorgeous." Hatter says to Cabot, who just continues to stare back. The cat meows at him, Hatter nodding. " Yes, I certainly am very pretty to look at, thank you."

Last Boss just stands in the background by himself as Hatter launches into a conversation with Cabot, and occasionally would attempt to play with the cat with what Last Boss figured was one of Hatter's spare ribbons from his Hatter Stash every time she would come closer to Hatter. This was fine, at least he didn't have to think about interacting, Cabot can do that for him.

" You magnificent little thing deserves to be a part of Pancake Day as well. Last Boss, don't you dare take Cabot's pancakes, you hear?"

Last Boss just slowly nods, just staring at the wall as some random song played over and over in his head. That was fine. Cabot hops off where she had comfortably ended up right on Hatter's lap and wanders around the room, investigating on her own, Hatter smiling proudly. Cabot comes back to Last Boss and rubs against his legs again, Last Boss bending down and gives her a few kitty scritches where she liked them. " Having fun with Hatter?"

Cabot meows again, and rubs her furry face against Last Boss' hand. Last Boss offers a small smile, Hatter grinning from the couch.

" Come on, join me! I'm getting lonely over here, this is family bonding!"

" You're not my dad." Last Boss mutters, just loud enough for Hatter to hear. Hatter laughs, putting a hand against his bare chest dramatically.

" Ouch! But fine, if you insist!"

Last Boss just continues to pet Cabot, then scoops the cat up and comes over anyways, setting the cat next to Hatter and picking up the ribbon and standing there as he dangled it, Cabot pawing at it eagerly.

" Go Cabot, go! Grab it!" Hatter cheers on the cat, Cabot swatting at the ribbon with a fierce determination. Even Last Boss was silently cheering the cat on.

" Two pancakes for the cat." Hatter states with the utmost seriousness as soon as Cabot catches the ribbon, Last Boss nodding a little.

" Two pancakes for Cabot."

Cabot? Well, the cat just purrs in satisfaction.

[hatterstan-shameblog]

Takeru has a problem.

…Okay, he has a lot of problems. No big secret there. And most of them are more or less his own fault; which is also not a secret, but it’s also not very polite to bring it up in front of him, so we are all going to agree to keep quiet on the matter.

But, back to the original problem. It may surprise the average person to know that this strange man has a problem that is actually not his fault. A frightening concept, to be sure, but true all the same.

You see, Takeru is not a short man; far from it, actually. In fact, he’s the tallest member of his family, having shot up to a respectable 5”10’ at the age of seventeen. His parents were very pleased to have someone who could reach the top shelves in the hat shop without needing a step ladder; Takeru, on the other hand, was more interested in practicing his ‘intimidation stance’ to use on the younger students at school.

The issue here is not that he’s tall; it’s that he’s not tall enough. It is an unfortunate truth (in his mind, at least) that he is a whopping two to three inches shorter than Aguni, depending on who’s doing the measuring. For years, Takeru has agonized over the fact that he is not the taller of the duo—and Aguni doesn’t even use his height for anything good, like dunking on middle-schoolers on the basketball court or showing off his superior long legs in teeny-tiny shorts like men used to do in the 70’s.

It’s a goddamn shame, really.

But that’s all about to change. Every problem has a solution, and Takeru’s solution falls under the category of ‘sheer brilliance.’ All he has to do is wait until the next executive meeting to set his plan into motion…

“Are those fucking Loubitons?”

Takeru struts into the meeting room with all the grace and poise of a swan—a newborn swan, freshly-hatched and still learning how to waddle its way to the water, but a swan nonetheless.

“Why, yes, Niragi—these are Loubitons,” Takeru says, making his unsteady way to the long table in the center of the room, “so sweet of you to notice.”

With a dramatic motion, Takeru swings his foot up to rest on the table, showing off his new heels in all their shiny glory.

“Careful,” he adds as the other executives gather around to admire his exquisite taste, “they’re vintage.”

Last Boss comments on how the spike heels look like knives and could probably take out someone’s eyeball. Takeru hadn’t considered that before, but the idea is very promising. The new one, Arisu, has his signature look of wide-eyed confusion, but admits that they ‘look nice.’ Ann and Chisiya try their hardest not to look impressed, but Takeru can sense the jealousy in their eyes.

“Fuck it up, sister,” Mira says, clapping her hands together in glee at the sight of the designer shoes.

“Mira,” Takeru replies, placing his hand over hers, “Sometimes, I think you’re the only motherfucker in this room who truly understands me.”

“Gonna break your neck walking in those,” a deeper, unimpressed voice from behind him says.

Gripping the edge of the table with both hands to keep himself from toppling over, Takeru wrangles his foot from atop the table and lowers it to the floor. He pivots dramatically, turning to face the source of the voice and assert his vertical dominance over the man once and for all.

“Ah, Mori,” he says, “I almost didn’t notice you all the way down there.”

In truth, he’s only slightly taller than his friend—but, as far as Takeru is concerned, he’s positively towering over the other man.

“Right,” Aguni answers, very much not in the mood for whatever bullshit Takeru is into today, “Anyways, I was thinking we should get the smoke detectors back on line, since a fire would—“

“Brilliant thinking, as always,” Takeru interrupts, crossing his arms and smirking smugly, “but we’ll need someone very tall to make sure they’re all working properly. And, well, since I appear the be the tallest person in this room…”

“You wanna go check the smoke detectors,” Aguni asks slowly, “in all two-hundred rooms?”

Takeru shrugs.

“Well,” he says slowly, “I don’t want to go check all two hundred smoke detectors…but I’m determined to use my superior height to benefit the citizens of our beloved Beach.”

Aguni sighs. He looks over to Kuzuryuu, who has been doing his best to avoid being part of whatever the hell is going on here today. Kuzuryuu looks back at him with an expression that can only be read as ‘heavily exasperated.’

It’s going to be a long meeting.

We should let the boys wear high heels. For..... legal purposes.

And I want to see Hatter strut down the Beach for practically no reason other than proving he can.

It'll all work out.