#runs away from kano

[iliketangerines]

Hey!! I would like to request a fic about Liu Kang (film 2021) with a fem reader who is very shy and every time he tries to talk to her, the girl runs away with her face all flushed and our boy Liu Kang doesn't understand why until Cole gives a hint of what's going on...

cold as stone

a/n: sorry guys, i've got absorbed into reading the scum-villain's self-saving system

pairing: liu kang x gn!reader

warnings: not proofread

you confused Liu Kang to no extent, brash and bold and brave, a possessor of excellent fighting skills, a charm that rivals Johnny Cage, a laugh that would make the wind jealous

but only if you were not around him

Kung Lao had brought you to the mountains months ago when he had found you engaged in an illegal brawing ring, not the most glorious of backstories

but that didn’t matter, you proved yourself of honorable character and of somewhat high morals

the two of you butt heads every so often over a few values, but he understood where you came from, the desperation of survival against hunger and thirst and cold

around him, you were solid and cold as a rock, unmoving in face or limb, words icier than the weapons of Bi Han, sharper than the crack of Lord Raiden’s lightning

and yet, around Kung Lao, you were kind as a lullaby, warmer than a cup of steaming tea, soft as a dream in the sky

he thought perhaps you didn’t like him because of the differing values, but that made no sense either as Kung Lao held the same values as Liu Kang

it made no sense, especially when the other day he had brought back the other champions, Cole Young, Kano, Jackson Briggs, and Sonya Blade 

you acted so warmly and kind towards them, so talkative even with Kano, and Liu Kang doesn’t understand why you refuse to talk or even smile at him

he wanted to know, why you disliked him so much, and he was determined to find out, especially considering the fact that out of all of them, the two of you were most similar

today, you watch from the sidelines, cheering on Cole Young as he faces off against Kung Lao, even when you know that the fighter stood no chance against the monk

Liu Kang watches from by the pillars, not quite being noticed by you yet as you watch and wince at how easily Kung Lao takes down Cole

a gasp escapes your mouth when you see Kung Lao slice at Cole with his bladed hat and throw him across the sandy fighting ring

you rush over into the pit, helping Cole Young up, and then you turn and notice Liu Kang, your lips wiring shut and face turning away from him as you drag the fighter up

brushing past him, you hurry out of the training ring with the fighter, hands gripping on so tightly to the fighter’s forearms, that Cole lets out a small pained ‘ow’ that you ignore

Liu Kang feels dumbfounded, how quickly you had rushed out of there when you noticed him, does your hatred for him know no bounds?

Kung Lao walks up next to him and sighs, resting his elbow on Liu Kang’s shoulder as a prop to help stand up, and he laughs a little, as if knowing of something that Liu Kang did not

the fire-wielder sighs, distracted enough that he didn’t even mind Kung Lao using him as a elbow rest, and the hat-wielder only hums, a playful smile on his face

Liu Kang frowns at Kung Lao and finally shrugs off Kung Lao’s elbow, asking why he looked so smug for beating a boxer that would have no chance again the Chosen One

Kung Lao shakes his head, saying that he was not smiling about that, that the easiness of how Cole Young was defeated was actually quite concerning

no, he was smiling at something else and then sealed his lips, that familiar cocky grin on the monk’s face

for someone who was supposed to be humble, the prized disciple of the monks, he sure seemed the opposite of all their teachings

Liu Kang turns his head away and steps forward, he should go and help Cole Young and you with the injury, he was the most familiar with the medicine room after all

the hat-wielder stays behind, saying that he would be training the other fighters in the meantime, and he looks to Kano, half-asleep on the steps and throws his hat at the space in between his spread legs, only a centimeter away from his prized jewels

the fire monk pays no mind to the ensuing yelling and cursing from the Australian mercenary and  heads down the hallway, thumbing the beads in his hands

your voice dances through the mostly silent hallways, and Liu Kang huffs at your laughter, so casual and easy with everyone but him

it irritated him, as if rubbing the invisible fur on his back the wrong way, he wanted you to laugh with him, to smile at him, to say such sweet words to him

however, you were only ever silent around him, rushed in your footwork to get away that it was noisy and clumsy and so uncharacteristic of how you fought in the training pits

yours and Cole’s voice becomes clearer as he nears the entrance of the med room, and he readies to enter when he hears his name fall from Cole’s lips and your squeak of surprise

you whine out Cole’s name, telling him to stop teasing you, and Cole squawks angrily and tells you to be more gentle with the wound

Liu Kang hears your hiss of anger and you telling him to not be so careless about his teasing about you and Liu Kang, he knows that you like him, and it was embarrassing

the fire monk thinks his knees go weak when he hears your indirect confession, you liking him? liking? not hate? the turn of events somehow managed to spin his head so fast that Liu Kang thought he was in heaven for a moment

Cole grumbles, telling you to not make it so obvious then, your glances at the fire monk, the complete change in your behavior around the monk, anyone could guess it if they watched you and Liu in a room

clearly not, because Liu Kang presses his back against the hallway, trying to get his bearings, his heart beating against his chest, legs feeling more like soft bread and ready to collapse underneath his weight

a heat rises up to his cheeks, and he purses his lips together at the thought of you liking him, were you really that obvious?

Liu Kang had thought himself as an observant person, but he was blind to something that everyone had apparently known

suddenly, Kung Lao’s cocky grin from earlier made much more sense, his best friend, his shixiong, his sworn brother, the one in which they both knew each other’s most embarrassing and deepest secrets had kept this information away from Liu Kang

even when that damn hat-wielder knew how much Liu Kang fretted over you not liking him when he liked you back so much

Liu Kang would not treat Kung Lao’s wounds so easily next time

he hears your gasp, telling Cole to be more quiet, what if one of the monks heard and told Liu Kang, and Cole snorts, saying that they were silent

you make a ‘tch’ sound at the fighter, saying that the monks had different ways of communicating in their silence

Cole sighs and grumbles, the sound of the cot squeaking as he readjusts himself, and you grumble that the wound would heal in two weeks time, just to not pick at the bandages

the sound of yours and Cole’s footsteps grow closer to the door, and Liu Kang finally snaps back into reality, floating somewhere in between the heavens

he has no time to react, only managing to push himself off the wall when you and Cole exit the medical room, and your sentence immediately cuts off as you stare at the monk

Liu Kang thumbs at the beads in his hands and says in as even as a voice that he can muster that he must speak to you urgently

your face is so soaked in sweat that Liu Kang thinks that he might just bring you back into the medical room, but with a not so subtle push from Cole Young, you step towards the fire monk

he walks away from Cole, and you follow behind him, feet scraping against the stone and breath barely audible

inwardly, Liu Kang thinks he’s going to set his whole body on fire, mind still trying to organize and clear his thoughts at the realization that you liked him too

the walk doesn’t last longer than a minute as he brings you into the empty kitchens, a private place to talk without bringing you directly to his bedroom

he turns around, hoping that the grip on the beads isn’t so obvious, and you look like you’re about to be sick, sweat soaking your forehead and your skin an unnatural color

Liu Kang clears his throat and says that you’re not in any trouble, that he had overheard your conversation with Cole Young and didn’t want to make a scene in front of the fighter

you nod, stiff as a door that hasn’t had its hinges oiled, and your hands are clasped tightly behind you, no doubt nervously clutching each other

he purses his lips, gathering as much courage in his chest as he could when he says that he overheard that you liked him and that was why you acted so strange in front of him

it almost looks like you’re frozen, like a criminal that had been caught with his hand inside the jewelry box, and your lip trembles as your eyes drift downward to the floor, almost like you were ashamed of yourself

Liu Kang feels frozen himself as he stares at you, frightened about confessing his feelings toward you even if he knew that you liked him back

still, the longer the silence pervades the two of you, the more nervous you get, eyes shifting back and forth, your body leaning towards the door, wanting to escape

he can’t lose this chance to talk to you again, or else he may never even see a glance of you again

clutching onto his prayer beads, Liu Kang takes in a sharp breath and says that he thought you had hated him because you had treated him so differently

your eyes dart to his face, eyebrows raising slightly in surprise, and Liu Kang says that he wanted to know why so badly, because he found you enrapturing

when he could he hear you talk, could watch you fight, could see you smile and laugh, it had burned a fire brighter than anything that he could conjure

he liked you too and hadn’t understood why you avoided him so greatly, had tried to get closer to you and failed, only to find that you liked him back

Liu Kang looks back at you, finding that a bit of the color in your face had returned and that the cold sweat from your forehead had disappeared

clearing his throat, he suddenly found himself stuck, unsure of what to say next, and he simply thumbed the prayer beads in his hand, willing for a thought to come to his head

you speak first, mumbling so quietly that he almost misses it from thinking too hard about what he wanted to say to you next

you ask if he’s being truthful, and Liu Kang nods that he is, and you let out a breath, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar as you stare at him

Liu Kang stumbles backwards as you launch yourself at him, arms around his neck and face buried into the crook of it

he can feel the heat burning off your cheeks, and you tell him to not look at you, that you might actually explode if you do

bringing his arms around you as well, he lets you hug him, hoping that you can’t feel how rapid his heart beats in his chest

in the corner of his eye, he spots a small shadow and the two peeking faces of Cole and Kung Lao by the doorway

they hurry away when Liu Kang lifts a finger and sends a small dart of fire towards them

[tiredfox64]

NEED MAVADO AND MALE/GN READER PLEEK

maybe reader is like shang tsung’s prisoner and mavado accidentally found reader after ambushing shang tsung (kinda inspired by the smol reader fic 😭)

Caged Bird

Yip notes: Please...pleek...pleek

Pairing: Mavado x Gn reader

Warning‼️: The only red flag I see is that man but if I take my glasses off I don't see anything

Making a deal with a sad Satan would be easier than making a deal with Shang Tsung. That never stopped Mavado’s drive to capture Kano. The Red Dragons need to get their hands on that filth of a man. They want all Black Dragons to be exterminated.

Mavado kept up his end of the deal. He fought tooth and nail to capture Kenshi and bring him to the sorcerer. In return, he received Kano. He took care of him by torturing him endlessly. It was a treat after all the shit he had to go through. But there is still one mess he needs to clean up. That mess would be Shang Tsung.

He’s no fool. Mavado knew of Shang Tsung’s deceptions and trickery. As if he would walk into a deal without thinking ahead. As soon as he was done with Kano he sent Hsu Hao to take care of his unfinished business. Shame on him for trusting Hsu Hao, he never got a response back. Never trust a jobber to do your job. Mavado had to close this alliance now before things went to hell. Unbeknownst to him, this last interaction with the sorcerer will give him something else.

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Cowards! That’s all Shang Tsung and Quan Chi were. They’re cowards who can’t handle Mavado and his hookswords. One man was outdoing them. He had amazing control over the swords and he used his grappling hooks to avoid their attacks. They need to stop underestimating their opponents if they ever want to succeed.

Shang Tsung nearly met his end when Mavado swung his hookswords near his throat. This was too risky even for a 2 v 1. Quan Chi helped Shang Tsung by casting a spell. Mavado was hit in the face with this cloud made of green smoke and skulls. He blocked his face and slashed at the cloud. Only when it cleared did Mavado realize that they were running away. He can’t let them leave.

He ran after them, bolting down corridors as he kept his eyes on the sorcerers. Twists and turns slowed him down until he was completely lost. The halls echoed the sounds of their footsteps too much. It was difficult to figure out where they were running to. As much as he hated to admit it, he was lost. He kept his cool but he couldn’t help but huff in frustration. Giving up is not an option. He should at least try to find them and end this unwanted escapade.

He wandered around the place to track down his targets. He only managed to stumble into what could only be described as horrific. Abominations made from god’s creations and altered without his permission. Chains swayed in the ceiling, rattling every time a disfigured body tried to free itself. Tanks full of mysterious liquid held the remains of people. The cages held many horrors. Mavado recognized that the creatures inside of them were tarkatans except they were mutated. Their skins were more reddish and had more spikes coming out of their bodies. The foulest ones were bulky like they were pumped full of steroids. He’ll pass on that. The last cage must hold the worst of them all. A being with no light left in their eyes, one who would relinquish any speck of humanity from themselves, one who would—oh, wait, it’s not bad at all.

In the last cage, your body laid on a filthy mattress. The metal frame of the bed looked as rusted as the metal chains that kept you in place. You had your back turned to the bars so you never saw Mavado staring at you.

He was staring for a minute or two. Out of everything he had seen in that room, you were a sight for sore eyes, at least from what he could see. He could only see your back but there didn’t seem to be any spikes coming out of you or discoloration in your skin. He wondered why someone so normal was in this cursed place. Curiosity drives people and it drove Mavado to knock lightly against the bars. They rang out and alerted you that someone was there.

“I thought you said no experiments for today since you had a supposed guest.” You replied in a tired and blunt tone.

You mistook Mavado for Shang Tsung. It did surprise him that you were being experimented on. You don’t have any signs on your body to show you were altered. Not even a blood stain on you.

“You are mistaken.” He put it simply.

You flinched when you heard a mysterious voice. You turned around slowly, suspicious of who was behind you. You worried that this was another one of Shang Tsung’s tricks and he was disguising himself as someone else. The man you turned to was unfamiliar. You took in every detail you could such as his clothes, the tattoo on his arm, his hookswords, and his face. As you did that, he did the same to you.

Mavado examined the way you looked at him. You showed no fear in your eyes not even when you looked at his swords. You looked confused but curious at the same time. Now that he had a better look at you he can confirm you were not mutated or altered. You looked as regular as him. Though he did find you to be quite stunning. He might be thinking that because out of everything he has seen you are the one who doesn’t hurt his eyes.

“By any chance, did your jailer come running by here?” He asked.

You nodded your head no before speaking, “I never heard his footsteps. You were pretty quiet coming in here.”

“That’s because I wanted to take my time…” He looked around the place to emphasize his next point, “Observing Shang Tsung’s creations.”

“Mhm, yes, quite the scientist. Sooner or later I’ll look like one of these freaks.” Your nonchalant attitude soon became somber. You were clearly unhappy with your predicament.

Look, Mavado isn’t a saint. He’s part of a criminal organization but you don’t know that. But if he were in your shoes he wouldn’t want to be turned into a tarkatan. Their lives are full of pain. It’d be a shame if a gorgeous person like you were to be turned into something so wretched. It’d really piss off Shang Tsung if one of his experiments were set free or even stolen. You know what, Mavado has a good set of reasons to let you out. It’s not like you’re gonna argue with him about setting you free.

“Well, you could always leave.”

“Do you not see the chains and bars? I can’t leave.” You looked at him like he was crazy.

“Not without my help.”

You tilted your head in confusion. You were unsure of what he was hinting at. It’s not like he had a key with him.

“I’ll make a deal with you. I help you get out of here, and you come with me. The Red Dragon clan could always use another set of hands.”

He made you curious. You never heard of the Red Dragon clan. You have a bunch of questions as to how this clan is associated with Shang Tsung. You don’t even know the man in front of you. Will that stop you from getting your possible freedom? You have nothing else to lose it’s either this or growing teeth that resemble a piranha.

“Humor me. I’d like to see you try when you don’t have the key with you.”

Watch and learn.

Mavado took his time observing the bars of your cage. They were rusted and they shifted from a light push. They aren’t up to date. A few kicks should do the job but that would be too loud and alert the sorcerers. He better give it one hell of a kick to break it.

He stored his hookswords behind his back before pulling out his grappling hooks. He threw them down, the hook sinking into the hard ground. He gave a test yank to make sure they would stay put. Yup, they ain’t moving. He turned to look at you and he gave a face that made you feel some hope. Mavado had a smug look that said “Are you ready for this, I don’t think you are ready for this”.

“Cover your ears. This is going to be loud.” He warned.

He took steps back and stretched his grappling hooks. The band grew thinner the farther he went back. You stared blankly at the spectacle before you. You covered your ears as he instructed and waited for the solution to come flinging.

Mavado couldn’t back up any further and found that this would be enough. He jumped up and he was flung at the bars at high speeds. They never stood a chance. A loud clashing of metal echoed as the bars fell to the ground hard. It cracked the stones beneath it. There, Mavado stood before you, dusting himself off like what he did was casual. Your mouth fell open.

He retracted his grappling hooks and took out his hookswords to help with your chains. He slashed both of them at the same time. It was so quick and effortless that you didn’t realize he did it until your arms fell to your sides. You looked at your wrist to see the shackles still on you with a small length of chain still attached.

You felt like you could breathe for the first time in a while. That bland attitude you had changed. You were lively instead of acting like a corpse ready for examination. You took a step off of your rancid bed but almost fell. Mavado was quick to catch you and help you stand. He had you move your arm so it could wrap around his neck. His arm wrapped around your waist to keep you balanced.

“Don’t push yourself. Shang Tsung had probably weakened you too much to walk.” He advised you as you two slowly walked out of your cage.

You didn’t care that you were weak. You were just happy to be out and moving. Though it may be cut short with Mavado bringing you to his clan, you will at least bask in this moment.

All that ruckus would of course alert Shang Tsung. He ignored Quan Chi’s advice to not investigate and ran to find that one of his experiments was missing. Mavado was pushing all of his buttons.

As Mavado tried to find an exit he heard rapid footsteps coming from behind. When he peaked over his shoulders, he saw Shang Tsung coming for you both. He was so angry he used his magic to shoot flaming skulls at you two. You would have been hit if Mavado didn’t pull you away in time. Oh NOW he wants to fight.

“Wrap your arms around my neck tightly.” He instructed in a serious tone.

“Why?”

“Because it’s going to be rough for you.”

You had no idea what he meant but you did as he said. You stared at Shang Tsung in horror as he came closer. You didn’t watch Mavado as he used his grappling hooks once more. You heard a snap and after that the only noise left was you screaming as you both were flung into the air.

Good riddance, Shang Tsung.

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“Mavado, why do you always bring random people back to the stronghold?” Daegon asked as he rubbed his forehead in frustration.

“I don’t see any downsides to adding more warriors to our clans.”

“They are not a warrior, they are an experiment.” Daegon corrected Mavado.

“They were an experiment before I recused them. They could easily become a warrior if you let them stay.” Mavado had that same smug look on his face because he knew Daegon wouldn’t deny having more people in his clan.

The demigod sighed before saying, “Fine, but they are your responsibility. If Shang Tsung comes looking for them you take care of that yourself.” Daegon walked off after giving Mavado the go-ahead to let you join.

Hsu Hao just finished getting your shackles off when Mavado came back. He told Hsu Hao to get more supplies to clean you up. He then took your wrist to check for any wounds since the skin seemed damaged.

“So, your name is Mavado?” You asked.

“Yes. I forgot to introduce myself officially. But now you know.” He sat down next to you and began to clean your wrist with an alcohol wipe.

“What should I expect to happen now?”

“For one, you won’t be put into a cage. I don’t think someone like you should be trapped away and left to rot. Second, you’re with us now. And if you don’t want that then too bad, you know too much now.” His tone was joking but he was full-on serious.

You cracked a small smile and rolled your eyes, “Don’t worry, I don’t think I can leave with how weak I am. Plus, I need to repay you back for getting me out.”

“You’re starting to get it now. Soon you will be in good shape and I will make you into a warrior. Maybe then you and I can exact our revenge on Shang Tsung.”

“I’d like that actually.”

Maybe your time with the Red Dragons won’t be so bad. You already have a liking to Mavado, it can’t be hard to like everyone else. Plus, he is quite the looker. Better looking than those tarkatans you were surrounded by that’s for sure.

Yap notes: I will forever see him as Guatemalan and Dominican. Y'all can say he is Puerto Rican or Spanish (From Spain I mean) but imma stay in my silly little word and believe he is like me fr fr. Now If you don't mind imma bite the back of his neck and drag him away like a mother cat would. Adiós!

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Nightwolf x Reader: Appropriate Time (Lime)

Contect: After a cliche rescue mission, you two take cover and decide to suck faces💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾 ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Quick! Behind the crates!" Grey Cloud guides you by your hips and presses you forward to urge you behind cover. You two had run so far. You couldn't for so long.

Sitting at the possible safe shield from enemy sight, Nightwolf ducked along beside you, prepared to take out anyone who dared come behind and threaten not his, but you're safety.

It was not his priority to go on a massacre while he saves you from the Black Dragon's filthy hands, but it is not above him if it really comes down to it. Your boyfriend has only taken out... at least ten. Eleven if the armed guy with his arm hacked off didn't bleed out.

"Where the hell are they?!" Someone yelled before another round of gunfire resumes in the open.

Nightwolf turns his head to give you a reassuring look before turning back to keep an eye out. You understood what that look told you. You're safe. No one will hurt you.

Only a few yells of alert and frustration were heard before you both just assumed they had given up searching for you two. Grey Cloud finally eases up, the handsome man exhaling and sitting down beside you.

It wasn't such an appropriate time or place to relax, but the break is very much needed. Only just a couple of minutes to be sure no one was around near the escape route. You sure as hell need it.

Finally, gathering your composure, you looked at Grey Cloud in dismay. "You came?!"

"To save you. Why wouldn't I, Y/n?" Calm eyes that always soothed you looked down at you.

"Y-You could've died! Or what if Kano caught you? He would've tortured you!"

Nightwolf's face still remained the same. No shits given. "Assuming I already rescued you. So?"

"Your tribe! What about your tribe?!" Your eye twitched. How is he still so chill? "Don't the Matoka need you?"

"Dear, if the Great Spirit decided not to protect me for this personal mission, she'd choose another to look over the Matoka. Yes, my tribe would still need me, but you know what I need?" He looks at you with those eyes.

"What?"

"You."

He was being very sincere. Unaware of how cute and corny the little pick up line was. If he even do those...

Before he questions the blank look on your face as if he said something wrong, you technically pounced on him.

Your lips instantly locked with his, and your hands made it to his face, feeling his war paint with your thumbs. And he doesn't push you off and tell you what an inappropriate time this was. No.

The scrumptious male lets you sit on top of him in a suggestive position and kisses you back. His large hands first rest on your lower back.

Your grunting was muffled but it tells him you want him to touch you more. You love his hands. The same hands that can make you feel good at the same time turn someone's neck in a 180 angle if he has to perform a necessary fatality.

You don't say too much, though.

As his hands squeeze you, you leveled up the kiss into something hungrier. Tonsil tennis.

Your tongues met each other and wrestled. All while sounds were coming from you both. The growls Nightwolf made were getting you off, admittedly.

Vice versa as well. Your whimpering was making his jeans get tighter. When things get too heated for him, he bucks right up between your legs, his strong hands holding you down to press you against him.

And that's when you feel how hard he is for you. "Ohhh, Grey~" You moaned between kisses. He was about to dry hump again before his hand makes it to your front and accidentally touches a sore spot, drawing a pained yelp from you.

Everything stops and he pulls away from your lips with a concerned look. "I'm so sorry-"

"No- don't worry!" You smiled with a slightly pained look. You lifted your shirt to check the bruise you got on your side. "They weren't that nice dragging me here."

Nightwolf gently touches your bruise with an empathize look.

You breathed softly before your eyes focused back on the bulge in his pants. You smirk before lightly pressing a hand against his arousal.

"I tell you what. Get me home and back to bed alive, we'll take care of this." You watch as his face turn red.

"A-Are you... mmmm, very well. We start traveling back now." He grunts trying not to dry hump your hand even though you were irking him rubbing his clothed erection. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ No! I won't make a part 2! I don't wanna >:(

[yanderestarangel]

Ok MATE SO FORGIVE ME UNHINGEDNESS BUT I HAVE A REQUEST FOR A SMUT WITH KANO AND YES FTM READER

My request is like the reader is Kano's sugar baby and the reader slowly falls in love with him. You can do anything with the kinks i'm just in love with that aussie man, he's so ughhh, like make it rough but the things he says are gentle if you get what i'm saying

"daddy's pretty boy" ⸺ sugar daddy!kano x ftm reader

TW: daddykink, afab anatomy, semi public sex, smut, v!sex, sugar daddy concept, age gap, praise, blowjob, degradation, spanking, kano is extremely vulgar (as he is kanonically)

He gave you everything you asked for or wanted to ask for in the not so distant future, cars, mansions, dresses, heels, suits - everything you could imagine being expensive in a capitalized and consumerist world... He gave it to you.

You met Kano at a difficult stage in your life, he gave you a job as one of his lackeys helping with futile things at 'black dragons', but deep down he knew that you weren't born for this but rather to be pampered and taken care of.

Kano was not a saint, he never was, since he entered a position of power he always liked relationships without commitments, just sex and some kind of company on lonely nights, someone who would listen to his daydreams about music and weapons - even if it was a false interest, earned by dollar bills deposited in a fragile check and with you, in the beginning, it was no different.

He made you a proposal, being his sugar baby, and stopping working hard, was a better proposal than carrying heavy boxes of weapons all day, leading you to quickly accept.

The sex was good, the gifts were good, his company - however contradictory it was - was also good, you fucked at any opportunity, but he also never ran away from just a good platonic conversation, no kisses, no lustful touches, just hours on end of the two of you sitting, with you on his lap looking at the stars.

You promised yourself that you wouldn't fall in love, you wouldn't get attached to him, he was a bad and crazy man, someone you don't have a serious relationship with.

But, the way he made you feel, the warm touches, the warm smiles, the compliments, especially when he spanked your ass and called you "pretty boy" but not just a pretty boy... You were his pretty boy, it was impossible not to get attached to his persona, damn Kano was irresistible in a dangerous and... Delicious way.

It was another normal day, shopping for clothes with Kano looking you up and down, drinking his beer in the private changing room he had reserved just for you that day. You looked at yourself in the mirror, satisfied with the result, while asking for his opinion. Kano put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him, kissing the top of your head.

"-My little pretty boy, you're everything I want in a companion. You make my heart race and my dick hard as fuck just by looking at you." He said, drinking more beer while staring at your reflection. "-You look like a slutty angel." He continued, running his fingers over your chest, making you shiver with excitement "-I bet you'd be an amazing slut if you ever decided to become one." Kano grinned wickedly.

"-Do you want me to show you how good you can be baby boy doll? Do you trust daddy enough to let him teach you all about being a dirty little slut?" He spoke hoarsely, the breath of expensive beer and cigars entered your nose, while the ice cream from his bionic heart brushed against your skin.

Kano pressed his huge erection into your body, making you moan and ask if someone would catch you two there, fucking vulgarly. "-Relax boy.... I've got you covered. No one is going to see us here, not with the kind of money I have." He unzipping his pants and letting his hard cock spring out, he pushed you to your knees with a loud thump, as he teasingly rubbed his hot, thick cock across your cheek, soon watching you grab his member hard, as if it were your last fucking meal.

"-You're such a good little slut. Suck daddy's cock for me, make it wet and slippery." He running his fingers through your hair. "-Fuck boy, you really are my pretty boy." As you sucked him off, Kano grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading them apart and exposing your tight pussy to the mirror.

"-I can see us in the mirror, you're such a pretty boy, taking my huge cock deep into your throat." He spanking your ass as he fucked your mouth, without giving you time to react, just moaning against his hard cock. Kano soon pushing two fingers deep into your pussy, making you moan loudly as he fucked you with his fingers "-You'd be an amazing cock sucker. You have no idea how much I enjoy watching you worship my dick like this."

"-Oh shit, I knew you were good, but damn boy, you're amazing." Kano grinned wickedly, pulling his fingers out of your cunt - He turned you around so you were looking at his face, staring at the redness of the bionic eye he had. Without warning, Kano pushed his dick into your wet pussy, making you cry out in pleasure and pain. "-Good boy, daddy likes that..."

His hips met yours in sounds of flesh wet with lustful juices, his dick was already completely wet with your saliva and pre-semen, while you stared at his face with pleasure. With each rough but loving rhythm, you noticed that he was becoming softer, deciding to gain courage and talk about your feelings - which went beyond sex and money, beyond sugar babies and sugar daddy - between moans, you told him everything, closing your eyes. eyes and clinging to Kano's muscles, while he grunted with each thrust.

"-I knew it baby...You're in love with me. And I'm in love with you too, my little pretty boy." He moaned, thrusting his cock deeper into your pussy. "-We make the perfect team, don't we? I want you to know that you'll always have a place with me... Fuuck- You're more than just a pretty boy with a hot body. You're my little companion and I care for you deeply."

The thought of cumming for Kano was too much for you to handle, and you soon orgasmed, screaming loudly as waves of pleasure washed over you. You milked his cock, as you squirted, he held you easily, as he continued to prolong your pleasure and seek out his peak.

"-No matter what happens, I'll be here for you, my prince."

With those words, Kano came inside of you, filling your pussy with his hot cum. As he pulled out of you, you felt a sense of warmth and love that you had never experienced before. He placed a kiss on your cheek "-You're more beautiful this way, you know? Daddy Kano's pretty boy, forever and ever."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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Revisiting some old writing again. This takes place fairly early on in the story. Warning for depictions of PTSD and a panic attack.

Jayde realized too late that she didn’t drink enough. 

The werewolf has slept in far worse places than the musty motel bed, but her troublesome mind kept her from getting a peaceful rest. Unconsciousness came and faded away like swelling tides. It kept her suspended in just enough sleep to rejuvenate the more exhausted muscles in her sore body, but did little to salvage the emotional drain from the past few weeks. She could live with that. As long as her body worked, she could keep going. 

But then real sleep consumed her. And the dreams started. 

Jayde found herself on the lonely narrow road again. 

To her left, a wall of rock carved out of the mountain face. To her right, a steep drop into a forest soaked in darkness. A bright moon peeked over the pine trees and illuminated the curved path ahead of her. Like a beacon. Like the hope she knew was fleeting.

Despite being the only soul in sight, Jayde knew she was in complete and utter danger. She felt it in her bones. Her heart pounded so hard inside of her chest that the ground beneath her feet became unsteady.  

With a choked gasp, Jayde forced herself to run forward. She sprinted with all the strength she had, but matter how hard she pushed herself, it wasn’t fast enough. She simply could not reach the end of the curve. But she ran anyway.

When she thought her lungs would burst from the effort, Jayde paused and hunched over to catch her breath. 

The silver light glared down at her in a silent command to keep going. Her muscles ached. Her bones hurt. Her teeth were on edge. Jayde directed her pleading gaze up towards the broad, bright face of the full moon above.

She blinked and suddenly the light turned so incredibly bright and artificial that it blinded her. She held up a hand to shield her eyes, but it didn’t stop the burning sensation to her retinas. A dull buzzing sound rang in her ears. The acrid scent of disinfectant left an awful taste in her mouth. The terror that tightened her chest only increased. Every single one of her limbs were paralyzed by it. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t cry. She could only fall to her knees and pray for this to be over quickly.

It was never over quickly. 

She felt the cold barrel of a gun pressed into the back of her neck. Heard the click of the weapon being cocked. 

“Such a shame,” a disembodied voice chided. 

Consciousness slammed into Jayde more violently than a truck. She launched herself out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom, sweat dripping down her back as sickness crept up her throat. She made it to the toilet just in time to expel the meager contents of her stomach. Jayde choked and gasped and spit up the horridness that twisted itself inside of her. This was a fight she could never win. Not even on her best day. 

Sometimes you just have to let things fuck you up.

After a few minutes, Jayde ran a trembling hand through her sweat-damp hair and slumped against the wall. Her pulse still raced and her chest still heaved, but she shut her eyes and focused on regaining control. 

“Fuck,” she whimpered as she felt a few stray tears stream down her face. The word echoed pathetically in the tiny bathroom. “God, I hate this shit.”

Her leg tapped relentlessly, but the sensation of falling into an endless pit wouldn’t go away. Her stomach flipped and the world spun and nothing within reach would anchor her. 

With a furious growl, Jayde pushed herself up and went to the sink. She turned the freezing water on and cupped her hands to gather as much of it as I could. The shock to her system once she splashed it in her face gave some relief, but her body temperature quickly burned the cold away. She desperately splashed herself again and again. 

I’m stronger than this, Jayde thought.

Silently, she gripped the counter and watched the droplets of water from her face and hair fall back into the sink. They trickled down the drain to join the unsteady stream sputtering out of the old faucet. It reminded her of rain – of the calm mornings she spent by the window in Nadya’s apartment. When she sipped coffee while the human did school work on the couch. The memory of her scent came into Jayde’s mind. Autumn spices as warm and sweet as the look in her eyes. A voice as soft as the touch from her hand. 

Gradually, her pounding pulse calmed. Her erratic breathing evened out. 

Jayde risked a glance in the mirror and caught a visage she was all too familiar with – messy blonde hair, dark circles under her eyes, faded cuts and bruises. But she noticed something different this time. The hint of a smile softened the harsh expression she nearly always wore. Jayde looked almost… wistful in her reflection. She shook her head at the ridiculous thought and dried herself off.  

Most of the motel room was shrouded in darkness apart from an orange glow of the street lamps that cut through the blinds. Jayde didn’t bother with the lightswitch. The clock on the nightstand told her dawn would approach in less than an hour. Might as well beat it to the punch.

The worn out werewolf threw on some clean clothes, freshened up in the bathroom and unceremoniously shoved whatever she had lying around back into her bag. The shitty motel room outlived its usefulness. So did the zip code. 

As she did one last sweep of the room to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything, Skye’s burner phone rang from her back pocket. It seemed a little early for her to call, but Jayde quickly answered without looking. “Have you been up all night on that damn computer again?”

The voice that replied definitely did not belong to her younger sister. And it sounded more frightened than she ever wanted to hear it. “Jayde?”

[kaiathedenian]

from the edenian library 📖🌿

synopsis: after a good drink and conversation, those mysterious and devilish eyes of kano's lead you to a good time in the woods...

pairing: kano (mk11) x fem reader

warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, mentions of alcohol, rough play, male dominance, oral (f receiving), and unprotected intercourse

word count: ~1,600

a/n: originally shared as "a kano quickie" on my primary blog.

It’s the weekend, which means the dive bar you like to hideout in is now packed and noisy with locals. It doesn’t bother you as you’re still able to order quickly and sit down at the bar with your fave beer, taking a few sips and savoring the flavor as you glance around the crowded bar. Your eyes almost immediately land on a tall man in a white tank that clings to his muscular body at the other end of the bar.

You’ve never seen him here before and surely you’d remember him with his right eye red and glowing like a laser beam behind the silver plate seemingly attached to his face. And what a face, you think to yourself. He’s strikingly handsome, even with the intimidating eyewear... 

You can’t take your eyes off him, trying to yank your gaze away before he notices, but it’s too late. He catches you staring and shoots you a handsome smirk that makes you tremble a bit, but you smile back. That’s when he starts to weave between the crowd to get to you as you cradle your beer in your hands. He asks if you'd like another since he can tell you let it get warm, noting the lack of condensation on the bottle, but compliments your taste since he's holding the same beer in his hand. You take him up on his offer and he orders another round for you both.

You talk about other types of lagers you both like for a bit, but it's clear by the way his eyes are crawling along your body in your snug-fitting t-shirt and denim mini shorts that he's thirsty for more than beer. You think he’s one of the sexiest men you’ve ever laid eyes on, although you can tell he’s more brutish than the men you're used to, but you're feeling tipsy and flirty and his hand on the small of your back makes you want to feel his fingers between your thighs.

When he brings his lips close to your ear, his voice deep, husky, and coated in an Australian accent, and asks you if you want to ditch this place, you eagerly agree. He digs in his pocket and tosses a crinkled $50 bill on the bar before he guides you from the bar and outside, his hand slipping from your back to your ass as he gives it a firm, playful slap.

You think he's about to take you to his place where you'll have more privacy, but he leads you straight across the parking lot and into the woods. The glow from the bar and the moon above becomes just a slither of light between the trees as he pulls you by the hand into the woods before stopping in his tracks and yanking you towards him. He puts his mouth on yours, his kiss a little messy but sexy as he plays with your tongue and gropes your ass in his hands. You feel his dick growing hard as he presses it on you, and you have a feeling it's as big as he is.

He then pushes you up against the nearest tree trunk, his lips moving to your neck as he pries one hand off your ass to squeeze your breast and play with your nipple through your shirt before he snatches it and your bra down to expose your skin and put his mouth on it. You moan softly from his tongue flicking on your nipple, but it doesn't last long as he spins you around and positions you to bend over, making you use your hands to grip the tree bark for support. He runs his hands up your waist, massaging both your breasts from behind before he grabs your hips and tugs down your shorts, instructing you to step out of them.

He makes quick work of your panties, too, reaching down into his boot and pulling out a knife. You feel its cool blade on the skin of your hip as it slashes through the fabric. You're shocked and a little upset as you liked those panties, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He simply sinks to his knees, grabbing handfuls of your ass again and smothering his face in your pussy. You think he’s trying to make you feel better after ruining a pair of panties you liked, but you quickly realize he’s eating your pussy because it gets him off.

You hear him moan slightly against your pussy as his tongue spreads you open for him, slowly licking in between each fold and making you wetter and softer as he explores every inch of you. You moan back to him, louder when he flattens his tongue on your clit and laps at it. You turn back to look at him and see him enjoying himself so much that his cargo pants are bulging at the crotch, dick fully hard now. You can tell it must be needing attention as you watch him free it from straining against his zipper. He slowly tugs at it as he eats you out, the higher your moans become, the faster he strokes it until he's fully jerking his dick in hand, his pre-cum drooling from the tip and dribbling down his fingers, making it easier for him to pull his dick to the sounds of you cumming on his tongue.

He keeps licking you as you cum like he’s obsessed with the taste of you, and you have to beg him to stop as you're almost too sensitive to enjoy it. He doesn't listen as you tremble and squeal, only coming up for air when he's ready to slide his dick into you from behind. You feel him grab your waist before he does, and the surprise of feeling his warm, naked, thick dick nudging into your pussy makes you gasp then moan when you settle into the delicious way he feels inside you.

He is just as big as you thought he'd be and he has to take an extra few seconds to work his dick into you, slowly moving his hips back and forth to push it in inch by inch and make your pussy yield to him. You can't stop moaning, your pussy tender from your orgasm and now being stretched open by his massive dick. When he finally sinks it all the way in, he starts to fuck you like he's irritated that it took so long, holding you by the hip with one hand and grabbing a handful of your hair in the other to pull your head back a bit as he pumps with quick thrusts that make your ass jiggle against him and your breasts swing before they're shoved up against the tree bark, his strokes becoming deeper and harder.

He puts lips on your neck again as his dick pounds in your pussy and makes your knees weak, your moans echoing throughout the woods. You feel like he’s fucking you rougher than you're used to, the satisfying pain making you cry out to him as he pins you to the tree and drives his dick into you over and over. You would moan his name but you don't quite remember what it is. You hear him start to grunt and you're excited to feel him shoot his cum on your ass, but suddenly you feel its sticky warmth spurting in your pussy as he thrusts his pulsating dick as far inside you as it can go, his body shuddering slightly against you as he squeezes you in his hands, and his warm breath on the nape of your neck as he groans his pleasure.

You can't deny that it feels sexy, his dick twitching deep inside of you as he drains himself. You start to moan back, liking the feeling of his cum coating your pussy walls. When he finally pulls out, a quick jerk that leaves you feeling empty and missing his dick inside of you already, you can smell his cum as it starts to drip from your pussy hole that's been opened wide by his thick dick. He grabs your panties from the soil and attempts to clean up the mess he's made of your pussy by wiping at it with the tattered fabric, but you tell him to leave it, letting him know you appreciate the helpful idea but rather not rub dirt on your intimate area. He scoffs and uses it to quickly clean his dick before you both pull back on your pants. You can’t help but laugh at the brute as you both begin to walk back to the bar.

You expect him to join you inside for another beer as you could use the hydration, but he halts behind you, grabbing you by the arm and swinging you around to pull you back to him and kiss you. You taste yourself on his lips and it makes you horny all over again. You feel him grip your ass in hands, his fingers slipping inside your back pocket. You barely notice as his strong body on yours and his tongue in your mouth is making your pussy throb for him. But then he pulls away and tells you to have a nice night as he walks backwards a few feet to his motorcycle, climbs on, and revs up. You watch him zoom away into the distance, feeling blissfully turned out by this sexy, mysterious man who's name you're struggling to remember because you're tipsy.

You're disappointed because you're sure you'll never see him again as you're regular at this bar and he seemed to just be passing through. You chalk it up to a hot one night stand and shove your hands in your back pockets as you stroll back to the bar. You feel a piece of paper in the left one that wasn't there before and you fish it out to look at it. You see it's a ripped piece of napkin with the name “Kano” and a phone number scribbled on it. You imagine he wrote it earlier before he approached you, and planned to give it to you before you both stepped outside.

Either way, you stuff the napkin back in your pocket, already planning to give him a call tomorrow night...

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[bihanspookies]

NSFW Kano HC’s

Bc I guess I’m into him now!!!

• Get it out the way first: NO PISS

• Spit kink

• In your mouth, on your pussy/dick, in your ass

• Gathers saliva and licks his open palm and lands a loud slap on your ass cheek

• Will also do it to your pussy right on the clit and even across your face

• If you have a dick he’ll drop a fat one and watch the way it slides down the shaft and in between your balls

• “Ya like that baby? Fuckin’ dirty little bitch aintcha?”

• Will grab your jaw with one hand and squeeze your cheeks to get you to open your mouth. Makes you look him in the eye as he drops a ball of spit right on your tongue.

• “Swallow fr’ me love.”

• Dirty potty absolute sailor mouth. Will not shut the fuck up about how good you feel, how you’re being such a good little slut for him. Especially when he’s hitting it from behind with one hand gripping your ass cheek like his life depending on it while the other is scratching down your spine.

• Fucking loves to get some good ol’ sloppy toppy. Loves when you choke and gag, drool down the sides of your mouth, pretty eyes tearing up bc he’s just so big and thick.

• Doesn’t give much but when he does you better hold on tight spider monkey because you WILL feel that beard all up in there.

• Doesn’t know the meaning of slowing down. Goes in hard and nasty. Pussy? Shaking his head side to side, digging the nose into the clit, curling the tongue into your tight hole with his fingers pressing right into your thighs. Dick? Takes it like a champ tbh, all the way down to the base and swallows. Likes to suck on your balls while jerking your cock, looking you right in the eye as he does it.

• If you got a pussy he prefers for you to sit on his face, that way he can drag you across his tongue and nose and smack your ass at the same time, spread the cheeks wide.

• Dick? He likes it when you’re laying down with him kneeling at the edge of the bed.

• Kano eats ass and you can’t convince me otherwise.

• He’ll dig his tongue into that tight ring of muscles from behind. One hand on his own cock while his other fingers you/jerks you off

• Closes his eyes and groans, stopping here and there to bite hard at your ass

• He likes to finish on your face, likes to paint your features white with his cum. If not your face then in your ass bc he likes to part your cheeks and watch his fat load dribble out.

• “Lookat that darling, fuckin’ leaking out of that tight hole.”

• Will lick whatever spills out and push it back in with his tongue

• Fav positions are you riding him, mating press, from behind, standing up with him behind. If you’re facing him he’ll grab your tits, pinch your nipples, give them a slap or two. Facing away, he’ll slap your ass to hell and back.

• KNIFE PLAY? Yeah. He’ll run his butterfly knife down the center of your body while fucking you, the tip just barely poking your skin. He likes the danger and he likes how your eyes are full of fear but trust that he wouldn’t ever cut you.

• Unless you gave him strict permission to do so.

• “M’gonna come pretty, keep ya eyes open for me yeah?”

• As much as he slaps you, you better slap him back if you’re into it. Likes a person who challenges him by pulling his hair (if he’s not BALD) and slapping his face back.

• “Can hit me harder than that baby. Fuckin’ scared or somethin’? Come on, I can take it.”

• Can go for 2/3 rounds but honestly after 1 you’re absolutely spent because he fucks like a dog.

• Doesn’t mind being called daddy but if you do he WILL make it his personality while you fuck.

• “Daddy fuckin’ you good sweetheart? Lemme fuckin’ hear ya.”

That’s all I got 🧍‍♂️

[gwaedhannen]

Maedhros & Maglor Week day 5: New Horizons

(It's still Thursday somewhere, right?)

Dialogue-only snippet for today yesterday's @maedhrosmaglorweek prompt, about a post-canon reunion.

“Nelyo, you look—you look well.” “And you look like shit.” “Well excuse you, is that how a disciple of Lady Mercy should address their long-lost brother? But yes, perhaps I should have bathed since arriving.” “This disciple of Lady Mercy just so happens to be on leave, and may say whatever he wishes to his over-delayed brother. Who needs a bath.” “As if you would smell any better after a moon at sea, with an elderly halfling and your half-wild husband for company.” “Oh, husband? My congratulations. And condolences. Have you told your wife yet?” “I will burn that boat when I get there.” “...Pray, do not tell me that has become a turn of phrase in Middle-earth.” “It has not! It is my own invention, composed along with many other twists of language that would make father blush, alone, at the seaside. By myself. Alone. Brotherless. Did I mention alone?” “Kano…” “Ah! No, no, do not cry! You are on leave, no sorrow allowed! Aye, you left me, when I had chosen to follow you, to whatever end. And that hurt! Not as much as the Silmaril, but it hurt!” “I… I have envied you, after a fashion. That you were strong enough to walk away where I could not.” “I thought it cowardice, at the time, that I could not have the strength to follow, to give myself up to Judgement.” “And I thought it cowardice, that I chose death instead of life, that I fled from you who had given so much for me.” “…” “…” “Heh…” “Heeheehee…” “Ahahahahahaa! Look at us! A pair of sorry old cowards! Well! I have not survived three ages of the world by running away from all troubles; and you, dear brother, are bold yet in ways I cannot fathom, to be willing to face the crimes of our house and those whom we wronged greatly. Which I suppose I must now get around to doing. Do you think I should apologize starting from the first crime or the latest?” “I think you should start with a fucking bath.”

[ioaezz]

hiiii, may i request headcanons 4 aib characters dating chishiya’s younger sibling? ur writing is amazing <33

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ SUGAR CRUSH aib characters dating chishiya’s younger sibling (headcannons!)

note: thank you sm! i really liked this request but i found it kinda hard to write bc chishiya is so difficult for me so i apologise if it’s kinda short <3

hikari kuina —

- after she befriended chishiya he finally decided to introduce you to her

- she fell for you the moment she saw you smile kindly at her

- chishiya amusingly watched your love story unfold

- he’d find any opportunity to tease her about you

- i feel like chishiya would tell her embarrassing stories from your childhood which she’ll enjoy while you’re dying from embarrassment

- in turn she’ll make jokes to him about how good you are in bed which will disgust him so much he’ll find a way to run as far away from her as possible

- i feel like chishiya honestly wouldn’t really care who you date and he won’t really come in between your relationship

- unless he really despised the person which isn’t the case for kuina

mira kano —

- she would have known from day one that he was your brother

- when chishiya found out he realised that he knew absolutely nothing about mira except for the fact that she was good in heart games

- that made him wary of her and he subtly warned you about it

- when that didn’t work he made sure he always joins the games you play with your girlfriend to make sure she doesn’t do anything to you

- they kinda share you so you never hangout with both mira and chishiya

- mira wouldn’t really care about your brother so you never really talked about him

- chishiya however was slightly concerned about you but he never did anything more than going to games with you and her

- when you found out she was the game master you were as shocked as the others

- at first chishiya thought that perhaps you knew what your girlfriend was doing but after taking one look at your shocked face he knew that wasn’t the case

morizono aguni —

- istg these two have a silent war going on

- chishiya won’t be too happy when he opens your door and sees you and aguni kissing in your bedroom

- he’ll find a way to insult the militants in every conversation that he has with you

- aguni won’t do anything to him tho because he’s your brother and he knows you care about him

- but god this man almost rolled his eyes into the back of his head whenever chishiya’s around

- if it had been any other person chishiya would have just stayed out of it but he is almost addicted to irritating aguni while knowing he won’t do anything to him

- one time it was so bad that aguni refused to be in the same room as your brother for a week

- hatter would be proud of him for finally getting a girl tho

rizuna ann —

- this woman could care less who you were related to

- and besides it’s not like she has anything against your brother

- chishiya though would see this as an opportunity to get on her good side for if he ever needed her skill set

- but it didn’t really work

- still if he’d ever ask you to ask ann to do something for him she’d do it if it’s nothing too bad

- but you’d have to return the favour later though

- ann would question you about your brother just to make sure he isn’t manipulating you into anything

- these two are a little bit too similar so they’d stay out of each other’s business

ryohei arisu —

- arisu had absolutely no idea you were related to the guy he remembered from the five spades game when he first met you

- you weren’t doing anything when he saw you in the lobby after a game

- his eyes practically turned into hearts when you laughed at something the person in front of you had said

- and his little crush didn’t go unnoticed by chishiya who saw this as the perfect opportunity to use him for his plan

- your brother specifically told kuina to introduce you to arisu and make it known to him that you were his younger sibling

- after that he’d ask arisu to help him and when he saw that he wasn’t going to agree he mentioned you being sad that he won’t join

- this man had to hold back a smile when arisu agreed while asking if you were also going to be there

- while chishiya knew you thought arisu was hot he didn’t think that you’d actually date him

- so that came as a slight surprise

- when chishiya betrayed him, he had thought you were just acting like you were interested in him until you risked your life to save him

- he’s still holding a grudge against your brother but he other than that there isn’t anything huge going on between them

suguru niragi —

- i swear chishiya thinks you’re delusional when he found out that you were dating him

- he’s displeased with the fact that he could be sometime somehow related to him and he’s very vocal about it

- 50% of the time he makes fun of how stupid niragi is the other 50% is him making fun of you because you’re dating him

- although he’s not very vocal about it he would be worried about you

- niragi would taunt your brother by kissing you in front of him

- at some point chishiya tried to manipulate you out of dating niragi but that didn’t go as planned

- when you caught niragi’s interest he hadn’t expected for you to be chishiya’s little sibling

- he only found out when you were making out in your room and your brother barged in without knocking whatsoever

- he whines to you about how annoying your brother is but other than that he doesn’t really care that he’s related to you

- when chishiya set your boyfriend on fire and you found out you weren’t really happy

- kuina had to hold you back from jumping on him tbh

- even though you promised to yourself that you would never talk to your brother again he somehow wormed his way back to your heart again

- you eventually forgave him for it bc he’s your brother and you were sure that niragi wouldn’t let that slide

- speaking of him, you’d take care of his burn wounds for him but you weren’t an actual doctor like your brother

- so you used whatever knowledge you picked up from him

- tbh it would be tiring to date niragi while being chishiya’s younger sibling

takatora samura —

- you would have caught his eye while you were talking with kuina

- he wouldn’t have really known that you were chishiya’s sister because you weren’t exactly identical

- you would have noticed him lingering around any room that you were in so you decided to talk to him

- he was slightly surprised by your laidback approach and didn’t say very much

- after that encounter he continued hanging around you until chishiya noticed

- when your brother found out about his infatuation with you he’ll be around you more than ever

- bc samura doesn’t know yet that he’s your brother he’d be kinda pissed that he’s constantly around you

- when he found out though he didn‘t really care

- chishiya would dislike him and he’ll let you know

- he’d talk about your boyfriend as if he’s a dog

- but other than that i don’t really think they’d interact much

yuzuha usagi —

- she would have met you through kuina

- you were absolutely breathtaking to her and she’d blush anytime you even looked at her

- chishiya immediately noticed how usagi liked you so he used it to his advantage

- anytime he noticed that she was skeptical to meet up for the plan he’d carelessly mention that you’d be there which changed her mind immediately

- she’d know pretty soon that he’s your brother because you didn’t really hide it

- when chishiya betrayed her and arisu you were really pissed

- you had saved her from niragi but she was less trusting around you which you understood

- eventually you were able to convince her that you weren’t like your older brother and that you would never betray her

- chishiya wouldn’t really care that you’re dating her and usagi would only have a slight distaste because he betrayed her

- but other than that they were both alright with how things were

©cupidsheqrt , 2022.

[nijigasakilove]

Letterbox effect just hits so different in episodes like this. Masterful use of direction and cinematography. One of the most gut wrenching episodes I’ve seen recently.

Finally got Kano backstory and the world doesn’t deserve her. The way she idolised her mother and just wanted her acceptance while her mom couldn’t even be bothered to show up to her class on presentation day just broke my heart.. most parents would kill for a kid as pure and obedient as Kano, and her mom only cared about using her to further her career, gross.

Mahiru rep took a major hit in this one for me. She’s gonna have to redeem herself. Came off very snakey. Mfs are upset about me saying it, but planning all this stuff with Yukine when you know she and Kano aren’t on good terms and Kano has had some family issues in the past is very snakey to me! Yes, I get that she wants to advance her own career and grow to love her art and herself, that’s very valid, but I’m not working with my best friend’s mom who I know she has beef with or at least aren’t on good terms. It’s just messy.

And even during Mahiru and Yukine meeting you can already see signs. Like when Mahiru brought up Kano and she’s like “oh you mean Nonoka” she don’t even see her daughter as a person just as a commodity or product. Just like she sees Mahiru’s art the same. Calling Mahiru “sensei” and gassing her shit up.. she’s not slick man 💀 she’ll turn on you just like she did Kano when it’s no longer convenient.

The other thing for me is if you really feel like you doing nothing wrong, you wouldn’t even feel the need to call Kano and get her blessing. The fact Mahiru did that tells me she knew this was something that she probably shouldn’t be doing. Kano was clearly skeptical otp about it too 🤷🏾‍♂️ do I think Mahiru is a horrible person? No, but she did some snake shit. But again, respect to Yaku sensei for creating a situation that could very much happen irl because girlfriends can be messy as hell.

Talked about all that and ain’t even get into Mero running the YouTube expose page. That’s so fucking gross and Kano was very justified for punching her in the face. I’d rather lose the right way than win the wrong way and kano clearly felt the same.

Now Kano did say some nasty shit at the end to Mahiru but you know, Mahiru deserved it 🤷🏾‍♂️ and Kano was just desperate to not lose the only friends she’s had. After seemingly finally escaping her loner past and developing relationships now she sees her closest friend potentially drifting away from her with her MOTHER of all people, the same mother who when told her daughter’s concerns about not having friends or fitting in just brought up her dream of selling out Tōkyō dome. ofc she’d snap.

Could go on and on about it but it was amazing, didn’t even touch on everything I want to but I’m on vacation and need to go to the beach lmao. This episode fucked me up though. 10/10 as usual from my goat Yaku sensei. If there’s ever a Tomozaki s3 and 4 it’ll have stuff like this too.

[starsurface]

Going feral for the Kano kontent, can I ask for some caregiver Kano with regressor Erron Black (I don't care which game) :3

Uuuuuh, it's a mix between Past and Present Kano and Erron (I didn't have an idea of which one, I kinda just started writing. . . <3)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Kano w/ Regressor Erron Black Hcs

🗡 Kano found out about Erron’s regression by complete accident

🐴 He had asked Erron to do something, only to receive some stomps and huffs and whines and ‘I don’t wannaaaaaa!!!’

🗡 Kano found it really weird, because usually Erron would just ask how much he’d get payed and quickly run from Kano’s back of the head hit that almost always came

🐴 Kano eventually went off to do what he asked Erron to do, and found Erron sniffling in front of his office with Kabal

🗡 Kabal had explained that Erron was feeling a bit tiny and just needed somewhere to play for a bit (and some guys noticed Erron’s whining and made fun of him for it, and that’s why Kabal couldn’t watch him)

🐴 Kano was a bit upset that he couldn’t go deal with the men, but let Erron play with some of Kabal’s toys and take a small nap in his room

🗡 Erron was really iffy with him afterwards, fearing for his job a bit, but Kano just gave him a shoulder hug and said that he was one of the best sharpshooters they had and there ain’t no way this little fact was gonna magically change his aim

🐴 This didn’t mean that Kano became Erron’s CG right away though

🗡 Sometimes Erron would ask to regress in Kano’s office, other times he’d quickly rush to his room and lock himself inside

🐴 Although Kano did quickly realized that Erron would slip at work, paci under the mask, borderline slipping during conversations before rushing off to his room, trying really hard not to cry after getting a pretty hard hit when he was about seven and is now smaller and still has to make it to his room

🗡 Kano didn’t like it one bit, and Erron got a talking to >:(

🐴 Once Kano figured out that Erron wasn’t going to change anything, he took it into his own hands to give Erron a bit more free time so he could have a better regression schedule

🗡 Erron also started going more to Kano when he felt tiny, and Kano didn’t mind one bit (he actually found regressors adorable, and made sure to ‘double check’ if those guys from earlier learned their lesson)

🐴 Kano finds little Erron very funny

🗡 No one can boss Kano, but baby Erron? He definitely tries

🐴 Stomping his foot, whining, calling Kano a big meanie, and why? Because Kano said he shouldn’t have another piece of candy >:\

🗡 He only had like- Seven whole pieces!! He’ll be fine!!!

🐴 . . . He wasn’t fine, he got a really big tummy ache and Kano told him that it was his consequence for not listening :(

🗡 But Kano does have very few rules, so the ones that he does have Erron does make sure to follow

🐴 He pratically runs this town, there’s no need to ask whose boss around here, we all know who runs his place 😎 (it’s still Kano, but he’ll let Erron think that for a while)

🗡 Erron doesn’t appreciate Kano’s timeout rules though >:(

🐴 He knows he was being naughty, but a whole ten minutes in timeout?! That’s way too long!!!

🗡 Although he was in timeout for biting Kano, so maybe he should stay there for just a bit :\

🐴 Erron has a comfort stuffie names Horsey . . . It is a stuffed horse (Kano didn’t laugh, he swears!!! . . Okay maybe a little- Erron please don’t cry!!)

🗡 One time Horsey got a small rip and it absolutely destroyed Erron and neither big or little Erron could do anything for a few days, just kinda laying in bed and looking as Horsey’s wound every so often

🐴 It got so bad that Kano taught himself to sew the stitch just so Erron would stop sulking (and he was concerned for Erron’s health, but Erron didn’t have to know that)

🗡 Erron likes to collect shiny things, but Kano always notices when his change goes missing (and usually knows the culperiate too)

🐴 Swears that either Horsey or Kabal talked him into it!! He’s innocent!!! :O (Kano thought it was a funny enough excuse to let him go, but warned him not to steal from him again)

🗡 Kano has tattoos . . . And Erron has markers . . . >:3

🐴 Kano’s CG nicknames are Papa or Dada

🗡 Erron’s nicknames are Baby Boy, Sugar, Sweetheart, Little One, Tough Guy

🐴 When Erron’s having a bad or upsetting day, Kano will pick him up and put Erron over his shoulder like a potato and dance around the room

🗡 It’s silly enough to get Erron to laugh and feel tiny, claiming that Dada was being silly and needed to put him down!!! 

🐴 Kano still has so far been unsesseciful to steal baby Erron’s hat

🗡 Everytime he tries, Erron gets baby death grip and glare until Kano lets it go, only to happily put it back on or put it on Horsey <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

^ I love that silly Kano GIF up there, it's so . . . him as a CG.

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Kabal x Reader: Usual Visit

~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Pleasure doing business with ya as always, Flash." The red eyed Aussie grins wickedly at Kabal after handing him today's cut. The fast man smirks beneath the mask, counting through his pay like a child in triumph after doing such simple allowance.

Simple tasks such as terrorizing and killing a few people for Kano due to late fees they never paid back. How unfortunate for them, but to Kabal - and definitely Kano - a job is a job.

"Don't spend it all on hooks and hookers." Kano joked before dismissing Kabal off.

"Right," Kabal scoffed with amusement. "I have better things to spend it on." Without giving Kano the chance to pretend to be interested enough to ask, Kabal dashed off in his usual abnormal speed. Far outside the clan, he runs to a big house on a hill. Thank the gods, no cars were outside, and he's willing to bet there isn't one inside the garage.

Carefully, he walks around the house to the back and knocks on a specific window.

...

You peered at the window, putting down your brush and walking to see who it was. Pushing the blinds away, you smile happily to see your masked friend. Opening the window with a little struggle, you greet him. "Kabal!" You lean over to kiss his cheek affectionately. If only you see the goofy, flustered smirk beneath his mask.

"Hey, Y/n! Doing well today?" He asks charmingly.

"Fine as usual. I don't take my medication until about an hour, so I'm not drowsy yet." You shrug with an aloof hint. But you didn't want to bring down the mood. "What did you do today? Beat any bad guys?!" Your eyes sparkled, hoping he has a cool story on how great of a hero he is.

"Ehh, just a few." Kabal says, tilting his hand side to side. "No one too powerful, but I still got a good amount of money from it." The boasting continues. You were slightly disappointed, not because there wasn't much of a story today, but-

"I thought heroes don't get paid." You murmur with furrowed brows. You folded your arms on the window frame and rested your chin, looking at him, downed.

"Well, yeah- but I need to eat too, you know?"

"I guess." You agree with the easy excuse, much to his relief.

"I've actually forgot something for you! I'll be back in not even three seconds." Kabal promises. You lifted your head up and raised an eyebrow at him. It feels like a dare.

"Really? One-"

A gust of wind flew through your hair as Kabal rushes off, your heart skipping a beat or two before he suddenly appears back with a small bouquet of flowers. He makes sure to rip the price tag off before you notice. "Sorry, a few of the petals came off on the way back." He hands his gift to you.

The flowers were still pretty nevertheless. They brought a warm smile to your face, the joy radiating from you to Kabal. "They're beautiful! Thanks!"

"No problem. Is there something else I can do for you?"

Setting your gift gently aside, you thought for a moment. "Well, father doesn't let me order food online. For awhile, I've been wanting to try that bakery from down-" You weren't given the chance to finish your sentence before he rushes off again.

Briefly he returns with a fancy bag for you. Inside was a fancy plastic box of macarons - and you knew those were pricy - along with fresh strawberries, covered in chocolate. One of your favorite treats that made you disregard sadness. "Ohh, thank you so much, Kabal. I'll go get my-"

"No need, princess." Kabal 'humbly' raises his hand. "It's my treat to treat you."

You softly coo at him before you hear the garage open. Readjusting your gown you stood up, alerted. "My dad's back. You should probably go now." You warn him. He nods and steps back.

"I'll visit you again soon, okay?"

"Okay." You smile once more. "Thank you for stopping by."

Kabal takes off before he gets caught. As for you, you hid the flowers somewhere. Before you hid your treats, you took one out to eat it before hiding it.

What an admirable hero Kabal is. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Giyuu Tomioka x Reader (Walk away)

Okay so, be warned, this is LONG people. I've never posted something this long before but I've been sat in front of this far hours and the words just kept coming. I'm pretty proud of it, I think.

It's an angsty slow born, be warned of cannon-typical gore and violence, as well as cannon-divergence because I said so.

I'd rather fall to hell with you, then live on without you.

That is what you'd promised him years ago now, when he'd pushed you away from the life of pain and death that came with bearing a blade against demons.

You had your own burden to carry, either one of you could have died on any given day. The way Giyuu saw it, he'd lost Sabito in a matter of minutes, he could just as easily lose you.

You, with your breath-taking smile and quick tongue, carrying a charisma that no one seemed able to resist.

You were both young slayers, freshly out of final selection and carrying swords newly bearing your colours.

You confused Tomioka beyond belief, how bright and loud you still were despite what you'd just survived. No one comes out of final selection emotionally unscathed, but you acted like life had more in store for you than decades of killing and bloodshed.

Tomioka was addicted to that shine at first, part of him wanted to protect it, the rest, dreaded the day it faded, as he was sure it would.

The world is not kind to those who do not follow it's rules, and you followed no rule in the book. Even your fighting style was out of the box and wild, at times unpredictable or downright unruly.

But, for every mission he took on with you, every time you crossed each other's paths on your way through life, he got addicted to your presence.

Over the years you grew, your brightness grew quieter. No longer an unruly teen, you became a loveable rogue of a Hashira, your smile now a reassurance to those who relied on you for protection, but no amount of change would make him forget that day.

He'd been sent to a deserted village, where a demon had terrorised the townsfolk for weeks, a demon, who claimed to be in the running for the 12 kizuki.

He knew this demon was powerful the moment he stepped into the village's confines, the hair at the nape of his neck stood on end, raising gooseflesh down his arms as the stillness in the air screamed just how wrong this place was.

So much death here, so many ghostly screams waiting to be heard.

He stopped at the gates, and turned to you. For once, you were silent, your eyes ahead and smile absent. You had sensed it to, with your irritatingly good perception for death, and the demons that caused it.

'You should go back for reinforcements.' A young man caught himself saying, unable to restrain the urge to protect the nearest thing he had to a friend. 'This is probably more than we can handle.'

It should have been, the two of you were barely ranked kanoe, and this feels like a demon for a pillar to deal with.

Your deep concentration broke to fix him with an incredulous look, brows pinching as though you'd tasted something bitter. 'Shove off, we both know I'm not going anywhere but forward. Now come on, let's kill this thing.'

Panic made his breath hitch dangerously in his throat, and he realised that fighting beside you was going to be impossible soon. He cared too much, and if just watching you walk toward danger is enough to break total concentration breathing, then if something were to actually happen to you, he doesn't know what he'd do.

Without thinking, he snatched your wrist before you could get ahead of him, eyes hooded by his wild raven hair.

'(Y/N), please...I'm going to walk in there, please, don't follow me.'

'Why?' It's not because he thinks you're weak, you know he doesn't. You've been training together since final selection, fighting demons together, patching each other up, drifting apart only to be put back together soon after. Neither of you has ever been afraid for the other, not when you're apart.

Giyuu knows your skills at least match his, on you best day, you probably outclass him, but...he can't let go of your wrist. He can't walk into danger with you again without his heart feeling like a block of ice in his chest, chilling the very air in his lungs until it hurts to breathe.

His panic doesn't make sense to you, surely he feels what you do? Surely he sees the way you two work together, like a clock's mechanism, endless and thorough.

Surely he sees that you're unstoppable together, sees that facing down hell with him at your side doesn't scare you one bit?

When next he looks into your eyes, it's with the bottomless depths of cobalt you've grown to love, hopelessly, and you realise that, no, he does not see that.

He's petrified, frozen in fear of walking on with you. He doesn't feel supported by you, he feels crippled.

The realisation strikes you in the chest with the force of a horse's kick, stealing the air you desperately need and tearing your heart from your chest.

Before you know it, tears have risen to your eyes as hurt and betrayal clouds your mind. This is not what you need, and you could have sworn you heard the demon lurking in the murky village behind you laugh in mockery at the two young slayers, having a teenage crisis at its doorstep.

Young love, some people spoke of it so wistfully. To Giyuu, it felt crippling, now more than ever. The thought of losing you imobilised him, it didn't matter how strong you were, he was weak to the thought of your absence.

Maybe if he'd known then what he'd know five years later, he might have had the balls to walk beside you, to see the faith you had in him, the loyalty you bore in your heart for him and him alone.

If he'd known, he would have chosen a death at your side a thousand times, rather than what came next.

'I'd have walked into hell at your side sooner than live on alone, did you know that?' He'd never looked more selfish to you, a boy you'd never thought any sort of ill of, a slayer you admired beyond what words could describe.

A man you loved so much your heart could not contain it, now looked to you a selfish prick who chose the easy route over you.

Even if all he'd ever given you was silent companionship, it was enough. Enough that he let you near the quiet moments, let you listen to the few words he said, shared his pain, his convictions with you.

It was enough, it would always have been enough. Had you really been asking too much?

You freed yourself from him and marched ahead. You left him the choice. Contradict his words and follow, go back to being your partner into everything this cruel world had to offer, or shrink away, and cut loose the fear of losing you before his eyes.

Giyuu hadn't followed, and in doing so, lost you in a way far more painful than death.

There is nothing in life he regrets more than turning and running from that gate, unwilling to watch you die, unable to stomach fighting beside you and being responsible for keeping you alive. He'd have been no help to you at that moment he couldn't find his breathing no matter how hard he tried.

Before he'd found help, your crow flew overhead, announcing loud and clear.

"The White Ghost Demon is dead! The Demon is Dead! No casualties! Slayer (L/N) (Y/N) and Tomioka Giyuu have slain the Village Hunter!"

Giyuu almost fell on his face, gaping at the crow, which was already far ahead of him, flying for headquarters no doubt. You'd made your crow lie for him, so he'd never be reprimanded for leaving a fellow slayer to fight alone.

That was you last act of friendship to him.

For the following year, he could not have found you if he'd tried. He told himself it was for the best; never before had he been so crippled by fear and panic, and he swore never to let it happen again.

He trained to the bone and made a name for himself, burying his head in the proverbial sound for years, until he completed hashira training, and finally lifted his eyes to the world.

That was when he saw you. Five years older, knelt before the master, your power and grace rolling off you in waves to rival Tengen's flamboyancy.

You were a sight to behold, young among the pillars and absolutely adored by the corps. It was as though he were looking at a different person, wearing your face, but older.

Gone was your baby-faced bubbly smile, in its place was a roguish grin that softened to a comforting simper among the junior members you took pride in sponsoring and protecting.

You were toned now, carried yourself on soundless steps while the sway of your hips drew the eye.

You'd been promoted to Hashira the year before him, how had he not heard of that?

With your return to his life, he was ready to feel the irreparable panic grip his chest all over again, but it didn't. In its place was pain, a pain like no other as you didn't acknowledge him once.

You were polite enough not to arouse suspicion, but never once met his gaze, never once graced him with the kind of beaming smile you flashed anyone else who spoke to you.

To all the world, it looked like you'd just met a total stranger, and Giyuu knows it's what he deserves.

He knows now what he did, knows what you were trying to show him.

He'd been a coward, and a blind one at that, for missing the trust you had in him. You weren't some ignorant ball of sunshine as he'd sometimes taken you for a fool, you knew what your fate would likely be.

You'd gone about life with a smile, because you wouldn't live on your knees in fear of a death you couldn't avoid, and you'd chosen to do it at his side, because you saw him as someone worth fighting and dying beside.

Why had it taken him this long to see the honour you'd been sharing with him? Why did he have to throw away someone who may well have been his soulmate before realising that you'd put your heart in his hands for him to crush?

He's sure it's too late now, too late for regrets...but dear god every time you smile at the others the way you used to smile at him he swears he could drop to his knees.

The other Hashira are not blind, and it's Tengen who approaches you, observant as he is.

'You and the quiet guy, you know each other from before, right?'

You sat straighter behind your desk, you'd been writing a letter to a friend when the Sound Pillar joined you in your home. His visits aren't unusual anymore, he and his wives like to make themselves at home in your estate.

'What gives you that idea?' You wondered, tone carefully even, knowing he could hear even the slightest change in tone, any hint of change would tip him off.

All things considered, you needn't have bothered trying. Tengen knows you too well.

'The fact that he looks at you like you stole the stars outta the sky. I mean, I get the looking, you're pretty flashy if I do say so myself, but for him to notice? Something's up.'

You sighed, and closed your ink well. This conversation is clearly not going away, and it's one that you should have had with someone long ago. You've never told a soul what happened at that gate, not even other slayers who'd once seen you and Giyuu as inseparable.

None of those slayers are alive today, and the memory of your time with the current water pillar seemed to have been buried with them.

Until now, when he came barrelling back into your life like a silent hurricane. He'd been handsome enough as a teen, did he really need to get prettier? His beauty was akin to that of a sculpture crafted by an angel's own hands, if only the wounds he'd left in your heart didn't cut so deep.

Tengen placed himself across your desk, arms folded, waiting. He knows you too well, gets on with you too well. Neither of you is afraid of being heard, nor do you care what others think of your lifestyle, there's always been a quiet sort of respect between you, as you've now learned, is the way Tengen honours those he idolizes most.

You and Rengoku sat at the top of that list, but you know he's got no great love for Tomioka. Not flashy enough, they could not have been more different.

'I knew him, when we were young. Fresh out of final selection.' You began to explain, willing your eyes onto the view of your garden through the open screens. 'He was such a stick in the mud, I remember thinking he looked so sad, it drove me nuts that he never cracked a smile.'

Tengen watched as something he's never seen before overtook your face: nostalgia.

Open, kind, charismatic as you are, you've never opened up about your past, not even remotely. To the point that no one really knew anything about you other than your mother had died a slayer.

'You were friends?' He prompted when it looked as though you were debating whether or not to continue. 'With that guy?'

All at once, years of memories came flooding back to you. The time you'd complained so much about the heat that Giyuu had pushed you into a lake, it was the first time you saw him laugh.

The time you stumbled across him after being alone for a fortnight and shared your rations with him because he had none.

The countless times you'd tended each other's wounds, knowing what was needed without a word. He could tell you a thousand words with a glance, oh how many times you'd pulled off coordinated attacks in battle without so much as a whisper.

It was a connection unlike anything you'd ever had, growing up alone with you father, and in the years since you'd lost it, the pain of that lost had barely dulled.

Time would not heal this, you knew, and thus your eyes stung with tears long overdue.

Tengen almost lost his breath. He's never seen you cry, never so much as sniffle! Watching you vehemently hold back emotion was something he never thought he'd see unless he caught you on your death bed!

With words so quiet, a voice so delicate he thought you'd shatter like a thin sheet of ice, you whispered keenly to his sensitive ears.

'He was all I had.'

As much as Tengen wanted to ask how you got yourself stuck with that character-less slip of a man without an ounce of flamboyancy in him, he knew he couldn't, because somehow, somewhere, you'd given your heart to that man, and he trusted your judgement in all things, including this.

You pressed your lips together to keep them from wobbling, you hated crying, and deepened your total concentration to keep the tears back, forcing your body into an adrenaline rush to push back those tears.

You would not cry over this again.

'That's not healthy you know?' Tengen's tone was smooth, gentle without patronising you, he knows you'd punch him for such a transgression.

'I'll live.' You told him, as you always did when you came back battered. That hadn't happened in a while, these days.

Tengen chuckled warmly, pinning you with the smile that made most men envy him, and most women swoon. 'I know you will. So, what happened?'

With a deep sigh, you let your body relax, and accept the painful memory, let it stab into you without argument. That pain lanced through your chest, radiating to the very tips of your fingers, but your eyes stayed dry this time.

'He made a choice.' You muttered, at first unsure how to explain such a thing without implicating the new Hashira as a coward. 'In the end, he wasn't willing to fight beside me.'

'Too afraid he'd lose you?' Tengen concluded, earning a solemn nod. 'And you, you would have died beside him, rather than lived on alone?'

It's not the sort of question he would normally ask. He's told his own wives to prioritize their own lives above any mission, but he knows you don't abide by those priorities.

You were not without a self-preservation instinct, but in your mind, being a demon slayer would be the death of you. Being that you'd guaranteed yourself a gruesome death with this choice, you chose to live a good life, a proud life. It's what Tengen admires most in you.

What you'd done, was give Tomioka the highest of honours: you'd given him your loyalty. You'd have walked into battle with Muzan Kibutsuji himself if Giyuu were at your side.

'What kind of an idiot walks away from that?'

Your eyes shot up to Uzui's. His tone is still even and natural, but even you can hear a difference, and see that rage in his eyes, simmering beneath the carmine surface.

'Don't.' You pleaded, though you didn't know what for. 'I didn't tell you this so you could hate him any more than you already do.'

Tengen levelled his gaze with yours, taking in the set of your jaw, the underlying panic. You'd likely just shared the most vulnerable moment of your life with him, he's got no right to ruin it with his own anger.

'I don't hate him,' he attempts to placate you, but your brows furrow at him, 'never said I liked him, but I don't hate him. And as for you, I think you handle yourself pretty damn well around someone who did what he did.'

You sighed, dropping your head into your hands, rubbing your temples. 'All of the others have noticed, haven't they?'

'We're the pillars, (Y/N). Not the easiest bunch to fool.'

'Joy.' You drawled, stubbornly averting your eyes back to the garden. 'You heard none of this.'

Tengen chuckled again, breathing out his own uproar over your case. He knows you're hurting, and he doesn't want you too, not when you've got such a good outlook on life. It's a waste of your time to be frowning.

'I sure didn't. I'll see ya tomorrow, troublemaker.'

He patted your head on his way out, leaving you to your freshly unlocked memories that you frankly could have gone without reliving ever again.

The peace and quiet of your garden made a mockery of the turmoil in your head, locking you behind your eyes for the remainder of the day, oblivious to how keenly Giyuu noticed your absence more and more keenly with each day.

Every time he saw you and knew he could not have you, something in him cracked and broke, feeling the lack of something he didn't know mattered as much as it did.

The tension is killing him inside, but he tucks it firmly away without knowing what the hell else to do with it. You'd made jokes about his "emotional constipation" as younger slayers, if only he'd known to listen to you.

Shinobu caught on to his dilemma and syphoned the information out of Tengen. Not even a shinobi was immune to the insect pillar's interrogation techniques, especially not when she knows he's the only one you would have told anything at all about what's going on.

Infuriatingly, and you and Giyuu have one thing in common, your love of privacy. Flamboyant and proud as you are, you are simultaneously tight lipped.

Shinobu doesn't get much from Tengen, he would die before incurring your full wrath, death would be kinder. Only that you and the water pillar had a significant friendship before something went horribly wrong.

The insect pillar used this information carefully when she and Tomioka were dispatched on a mission together.

'You know, I'm pretty sure (Y/N)'s seen the looks you send them all the time.' She sang sweetly, hopping on river rocks delicately while the water pillar searches for a place to make camp on the bank. The demon they'd been sent to deal with had been dead hours ago, now came the long walk home. 'I've never seen you two talk, but (Y/N)'s so outgoing, I'm surprised they haven't gotten to you.'

She watched his back as he visibly flinched, and she knows she's got him.

'They look at you too, you know?'

That forced his attention off the fire he's trying to start, hands growing still over the kindling.

'What do you want, Shinobu?'

'Oh, nothing.'

He waited for her to say more, but she remained mercifully silent, watching the water flow downstream with a wistful hum fluttering from her throat, and Giyuu rolled his eyes.

In a way, travelling with her reminds him of you, apart from the glaring difference that unlike you, Shinobu does not heed his need for silence.

He used to love listening to you talk, often you'd have observations to share about the world around you, how clear skies brought cold nights. Sometimes you'd spot animals and stop to point them out to him. You saw so much beauty in a world he couldn't fathom loving as much as you seemed to.

No, travelling with Shinobu is nowhere near as comfortable as traveling with you was.

Beyond his notice, the insect pillar was now watching him attentively, paying close attention to how he'd relaxed into nostalgia. Hell, was he smiling?

That did it. Something was to be found here, and she was determined to deal with this little secret if it was the last thing she did.

She concocted a plan to enlist Mitsuri if necessary and find out whatever was causing the tension between you, but before she could even think of putting that plan into action, the two of them returned to find you and Rengoku gone.

The Mugen train had gone awfully wrong, you'd been in the area and sent in at the last moment as reinforcements.

Word got back the next day, that both you and the flame Hashira were critically wounded, the crow didn't seem to know if either of you would make it to the butterfly estate alive.

All at once, all the colour, all the life in the world, drained from Tomioka's face.

Dead. All he heard that crow say, was that you were dead, or about to be.

Upper Moon Three, Akaza, had beaten Kyojuro to death while the Flame Hashira protected a train full of injured passengers, and then taken you out when you'd charged in to save him.

Two pillars knocked out in one fell swoop, it was a devastating blow to the corps...but Giyuu didn't give a rat's ass about the corps.

Your name, your smile, your eyes, the smell of your hair on the breeze, all of it flashed behind his eyes on repeat as his mind pummelled him with the fact that he may never, ever, see you again.

You'd reached the butterfly estate, barely breathing, but Rengoku was more critical than you, Shinobu would have to work on him first.

No one slept that night, least of all Giyuu. All hands were on deck at the butterfly estate, including his. Even though all he could do was solemnly carry linens and bandages back and forth to be watched.

All three of Tengen's wives had joined the denizens of Shinobu's home, helping heal those wounded in the massacre, leaving Shinobu focused on trying to keep the two pillars alive.

He caught a glimpse of you there, bloodied almost beyond recognition. Tanjiro said you'd jumped in so fast that you'd almost taken Akaza's head off in the first blow, the young slayers were in awe of you.

Here, laid in your own blood, hair a spidery mess, staining the white pillow with your own blood, the sight of you made something in Tomioka bleed. It doesn't take much thought to know it's his heart.

"Everyone dies eventually, right?" You'd once said, fifteen, cherub cheeked and eager. "My mother died for a reason, she was protecting people. I've decided that if I have to live without her, then I'll live a life worth living, and if I have to die, it'll be for a reason as good as hers!"

If you died there, on that bed, away from your home, your family, was he supposed to be happy for you? It's the kind of death you wanted, protecting people, your soul may well be sat in that chair beside your body, watching everyone struggle to keep you alive while begging them all to let you go.

You'd done enough, you'd suffered and bled and grieved but...no. He wasn't ready to give you away to death.

If the last time he ever looked you in the eye was the day before he left you, he'd throw himself into hell itself to look you in the eye again and swear to you that he regretted nothing more than his blindness to your love and loyalty.

The estate worked tirelessly well into the next night, and only then did Kocho dare take a step back from your final stitches, having listened to your heart thrum unsteadily for the past ten minutes.

'They'll live, I think. Both of them.'

'You think?' Giyuu couldn't help but press, his eyes fixed on your battered face. Even cleaned up hastily, you looked so very tired. What was the power of an upper moon, to have brutalised you so?

Shinobu laid a hand on his shoulder, an exhausted attempt at comfort. 'I've done everything I can. It's on them now.'

With that, one by one, people began to file out of the room. It felt empty now, two beds on opposite walls, foot to foot, barely a meter between them.

Rengoku still looked as pale as the bandages now covering his left eye, his breath carrying a faint whistle from the severe damage to his chest.

At least it could be heard, proof the hashira hadn't stopped breathing yet.

You, on the other hand, were completely soundless.

Giyuu could not bring himself to leave, slowly shifting to sit on the edge of your bed, your limp hand laying mere inches from his thigh.

So close, yet so far away. You used to drag him around by the hand all the time, shopping in cities, especially when you got hungry.

Your hands were rougher now, skin thickened with callouses from years of wielding a blade. Still, when he cradled your hand between both of his, it felt like home all over again, as familiar and comforting as Urokodaki's cooking.

Limp and pale, your hand hang from his with none of your usual vitality to it, only the faint hint of a pulse at your wrist reminded him that you hadn't died yet.

Shinobu had said it was up to you now, he has to wonder, given the choice, would he come back from this, or would he allow himself to slip into death's embrace?

'Come back,' the plea slipped from his lips before he could think on who might hear. He doesn't care, not when he's gone years in silence. 'Please, please don't leave yet. Come back...you don't need this death yet.'

You remained unmoving, still as the grave, your knuckles dampened as he brought your fingers to his cheek, desperate to ground himself when panic threatened to take him. He let the tears roll onto your skin, waiting for you to wake up and scold him for crying without you.

No one dared ask the water pillar to move from that spot for the day and a half he held that post.

It was a feat of willpower, to be sure. Giyuu sat at your bedside, meditating, your hand held fast in his, as if he was the only thing holding you to this earthly plain.

At some point, all of the pillars visited the room, but granted Tomioka his space as they prayed and hoped for both you and Rengoku to awaken, sound of mind, at the very least.

'I doubt Rengoku will ever walk again.' Shinobu uttered to Aoi, gazing sadly upon the shining light of fire. 'It's a miracle (Y/N) arrived when they did. He'd be dead for sure without them.'

'And (L/N)?'

'I don't know, they took a blow to the head, that worries me more than the damage to their leg.'

Giyuu heard none of it, even if he had, it wouldn't have changed a thing, so long as you still drew breath, he wouldn't leave your side.

By noon of the second day, something changed.

Out of conditioning, habit, or your own subconscious effort, your body slipped into total concentration breathing. Giyuu knows that pattern, memorised it from the nights you spent camping together, it's your own characteristic rhythm, he'd know it anywhere.

Your fingers twitched in his grasp, eyelashes fluttering, as though fighting to open, and he waited with baited breath, periodically squeezing your fingers to help bring you around.

A surge of relief nearly rendered him limp the moment your eyes saw daylight, and squinted, ill-adjusted to the midday sun.

But you were awake, and breathing, consciously, slowly taking in the room until your eyes landed on his.

Those cobalt eyes come as a shock to your system, his is not a face you expected to see as your mind struggles to make sense of your last actions, fighting the upper moon. You'd been reckless in defence of a fellow slayer, you knew that much.

Warmth encompasses your hand, and you know he's holding you when your squeeze his fingers weakly, wordlessly acknowledging his presence.

Avoiding him did not even cross your bleary mind, you'd looked death in the face and said "no, thank you", at that moment your old pains mattered nought, he was there, looking at you with the eyes you could never make yourself hate.

'You're awake, finally.' His voice came raspy with lack of use, and water. 'Do you need something? Should I get Shinobu?'

Slowly, groggily, you shook your head, clinging weakly to three of his fingers with your partly numb had, struggling to get circulation back to where it was needed.

'S-ay.' You managed to huff, clearing your throat. 'Stay.'

Giyuu nodded, scooting closer willingly. He doubted he could have made himself go anywhere if you asked him to. 'I'm here.'

He had no place being the one reassuring you, any one of the others could have done the job better, but he's here, and he doesn't want to leave you.

You opened your mouth, boldly mouthing the question that's been plaguing you for years, forcing it past your battered throat.

'Why, did you leave me, that day?'

All at once, his blood ran cold. He knew you'd ask, you had every right to, and he's thought about the answer a thousand times.

Nothing he could say felt like enough, but just this once, words were unavoidable.

'Because...because I was scared that if I kept going, you'd die beside me. I was scared, of watching it happen.'

You processed his words, clutching his fingers as though he'd disappear if you let go.

Your grip spread warmth over his skin, physical proof that you wanted him there, nowhere else. No one else. Him. You're clinging to him.

'Does it scare you less...' you rasped, pausing for breath as your body screamed at you to shut up and lie still, 'if I die like this?'

'No!' He hadn't meant to raise his voice, it came loose before he knew what he was doing, surging to his feet to hover over you, free hand reaching to cradle your face for fear your eyes would dodge his as they'd done so many times before. 'You were right, again. You were right then, and you're right now. I was scared, and a coward, and I didn't realise what it was you were trying to tell me until I'd walked away.'

You stared up at him for a long moment, cheek sinking into the warmth of his palm, counting your breaths as they see-sawed passed your lips.

'What was I trying to tell you?'

You needed him to say it, needed to hear that he'd actually-

'You loved me.'

Part of that pain slowly healed, your chest felt lighter as you corrected him gently.

'I love you.'

'Even after...(Y/N) you can't forgive me for that.'

You smiled, past pain and oncoming tears that his thumb gently wiped away.

'You let me decide what I can and can't forgive you for, okay hun?'

There it was, that smile you pulled on like it wasn't about to shatter his entire world and send it crashing down onto him. His heart felt three times too big for his chest and threatened to burst through his ribs, crippling him under a surge of adoration.

When had your hands slipped from his and cupped his cheeks, when had you pulled him down to you?

How long had the keys to heaven been found on your lips?

The kiss was a haven, stealing the breath from his lungs as he cautiously sank into your loving embrace.

All at once, he was enveloped in all he things he'd missed. The smell of your hair, the soft hum of your voice as you purred into his clumsy attempts at kissing. Your guidance was patient, loving, fingers eagerly tangling in his thick hair, just as eager to lose yourself in.

Prior to that moment, Giyuu doesn't recall being a religious man, but for you, for your love, he prayed to any god above who'd listen, never to let him walk away from his angel, ever again.

[yuukei-yikes]

kagepro stuff i never see talked about but are constantly in my mind:

- kido killing their own dad

- kano and ene's addressed parallels

- ayaka running away from home, hiyori as her little sister never knew she existed until she passed away

- shion insisting mary can never go out and meet humans despite she explicitly had mary with an unnamed human guy who stayed around until his death

- haruka having a live in helper

- ayano's death being a huge plot hole that doesn't respect the rules of the daze

- kano has to learn the smell of whatever he wants to turn into for deceiving to work properly

- hibiya spent 10 years in the loop. the reason for the loop is also never properly explained aside from konoha wanting to save him and hiyori

- kenjirou's unclear awareness during his possession

probably more. shit that lives rent free in my mind

[thejessyami]

Voice (Maliksi x Anon/YN) PART 1

Disclaimer: Trigger warning: This chapter contains Violence, curse words, a bit of gore, possible rape. read at your own risk. PART 2 : Voice (Part 2)

PART 3: Voice (Part 3) Characters: Maliksi, Makisig, Lakan and Mang Kano all belongs to @ask-emilz-de-philz. Anon on the other hand is you! <3 so enjoy!

*HUFF* ‘Run’ *HUFF* you urged yourself in silent desperation as you navigate through the dense forest finding the exit, “Running won’t do you good” the creature voice, dripping with sarcasm on his tone. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught sight of the creature following you, his eyes gleamed with predatory intent looking at you like some prey, his long silver hair flowing at the back his golden claw like hands in front of him reaching for you. He maintained a calculated distance, not closing in, as if teasing you as you ran away from him. Ignoring the creature taunts, you pushed forward, desperately looking ahead for any signs, seeking an exit. The dense forest seemed never ending. ‘I need to distract him’ you decided looking for some opening that will help you through this situation, looking left and right. Swiftly changing direction, you veered off the beaten path, hoping to lose the creature in the twists and turns of the forest. The creature, momentarily of guard adjusted its pace. However, your strategy seemed to be working, as you gained a slight advantage. You seized the opportunity to find a concealed spot to observe and plan your next move as you lost the creature following you. Breathing heavily, you crouched behind a large tree, attempting to catch your breath and remain unnoticed. You heard the creature chuckle as he said “You think you can hide from me?” It taunted, it’s words sending shiver down your spine. You remained motionless, heart pounding, as you braced yourself for the next move in this deadly game of cat and mouse. The creature chuckled as if your hiding was amusing for him. “Better hide properly, human, once I get you, I’ll make you mine” The creature’s ominous words sent a chill down your spine. With the urgency of the situation not wanting to be captured, you moved away from your hiding place to find a more secure hiding spot. Moving with haste, gently navigating the forest to not catch the attention of the creature. As you went further away an eerie silence enveloped you. The silence sent another chill on your spine, it’s as if the creature had been gone. Not wanting to be complacent, you looked around in the darkness looking for a place to hide. Suddenly, a shadow went past you, in that moment, the creature emerged from the darkness, its presence sending a wave of terror through your veins. You stood there staring at him wide eyed as he moved in towards you with a predatory grace, his eyes locked onto you as his smile widened with sinister satisfaction, making it clear that escape was no longer an option. You moved back with each step forward he makes, not wanting him to get closer “My, my” he spoke “what shall I do with you?” his words hung in the air with an ominous tone. “P-please...” you cried “Don’t hurt me” the pleas escaped your lips in a desperate attempt to appeal to any sense of mercy the creature might possess. As you continued moving backwards, a tree suddenly hindered your path. You gasped, realizing you were now cornered, your mind racing, realizing that escape was slipping further away. His eyes fixed on you seemed to relish the realization that you were now trapped. The creature now near you reached for your chin, aggressively making you look at him. His thumb tracing the outer part of your lips, his face moving closer and closer to your face, the golden intensity of his eyes held a mix of fascination and malevolence.

In a desperate attempt to free yourself, you summoned all your courage and bit down hard on his finger, a momentary shock crossed the creature’s face as he recoiled, giving you a brief opportunity to slip away. In swift movement, the creature grabbed your arm his mood shifting from surprise to anger “You’ll pay for that” he growled menacingly before delivering a forceful slap across your face. The impact sent you stumbling to the ground, disoriented and with a stinging pain in your cheek.

Pinned to the ground, the creature loomed over you, casting a shadow of fear. Tears welled up and streamed down your face as you closed your eyes, the desperate plea escaping your lips, "N-NO! Don't hurt me, PLEASE!" The forest seemed to echo with your cries, and the weight of the imminent threat hung heavily in the air. Another sharp slap landed on your face, seized your chin once more forcefully making you look at him again, The cruel force of its hold left you vulnerable and exposed.

Laying at a tree branch, Maliksi snoozed lazily, the forest around him held an air of tranquility, His ear twitched as a loud cry of help immediately capturing his attention, shifting grumpily at the unexpected disturbance, he muttered “Uhg! So noisy!” with an annoyed tone. Despite his initial irritation, he reluctantly roused from his lazy repose on the tree branch. Stretching his arms upwards as he yawns loudly. Scratching his neck, he slowly opened his eyes and looked around to see where the commotion was coming from.

Just a few meters away from him was the man he hated to see. "Lakan," he muttered with a distasteful tone in his voice. Below, a woman lay pinned beneath him. "Ha, it seems he caught another unfortunate soul," Maliksi remarked uninterestedly, lifting his left leg and resting his chin on his knee as he observed the drama unfolding in front of him. The air around the trio became charged with tension as Maliksi watched the scene with a mix of disdain and detachment. Lakan tore the woman’s cloths and tries to ravish her, his eyes burning with a cruel hunger. The woman struggled desperately beneath Lakan, her cries echoing through the night as she fought for her life. “You’re too noisy” Lakan remarked with a dismissive tone, he then slashed her throat with his claws. her blood splashed in his face.

The pungent aroma of iron and copper filled the air as Lakan licked the blood from his claws, relishing the taste of her fear and desperation. Maliksi face twisted with disgust, He had seen this before and each time it left a bitter taste in his mouth. He watched as the girl stained crimson to the ground.

Her face turned toward his direction, and with the last bit of her strength, she mouthed, "Help... me... Please." Maliksi, caught off guard by her pleading gaze, locked eyes with her. Despite her desperate plea, he remained unperturbed. Why would he help her? In his mind, it was her unfortunate fate that had led her to this dire situation, and the cruel irony was that she was caught by Lakan, the most heartless of them all. He continued to observe the unfolding drama with a detached demeanor, choosing not to intervene in the dark scene playing out before him.

Maliksi, seemingly fatigued by the drama unfolding, prepared to leave. With a flawless jump, he descended from the tree, he turned his back on the distressing scene behind, leaving the dying girl while Lakan persisted in his heartless actions. As he was about to step forward, the helping plead of the girl flashed back to his mind. Despite his initial inclination to leave, her words lingered in his mind. “If I help that girl, Kuya will praise me”, he pondered as he looked back again at the dying girl behind him, glancing back, their eyes met once more. Although he had initially hesitated to intervene, the possibility of earning his big brother’s praise tugged him. “Right! I’ll do this for an extra points from my Kuya!” A wide smile crept on his face as he looked at Lakan, “Beating the hell out of him will be a bonus” Determination flickering in his eyes.

Your mind went blank as you struggled to catch your breath, ‘Will I die like this?’ you wondered, the sudden realization of dying here and never returning to your loved ones overwhelmed you. As you look at the side, you spotted a silver-haired person on top of a tree, his head rested on his knees, and he seemed uninterested in the unfolding scene, a slight hope welled in your heart, and at that moment, you didn’t care who or whatever that boy person is; all you wanted is to live.

Still in pain from your wound and breathing you managed to muster the strength to plead “"Help... me... Please." The words left your lips, but no sound accompanied them.

As if caught off guard by your pleading, his eyes locked with you but he remained unperturbed. The creature continued to ravish you and you felt your tears slowly dripping to the side, still catching your breath. The boy jumped down from the tree and you watched in desperation as he turned his back and attempted to leave. Inside your mind, a plea echoed, 'No, don't leave, come back!' but you lacked the strength to voice it. The little hope you were feeling earlier vanished into thin air as you saw him move forward. Your eyes started to blur, and you clung to the last shred of sanity, praying for a miracle. You slowly closed your eyes, resigning yourself to an uncertain fate. Moments later, you felt the weight of the creature lift off of you. Despite keeping your eyes closed, your heightened senses allowed you to hear the creature groan in pain. In the midst of the creature's distress, it cried out, "MALIKSI!"

A voice, presumably Maliksi's, responded with a sarcastic tone, "Oh, did I interrupt your dinner?" Was the last words you heard as you lose consciousness.

Maliksi glanced at Lakan, a sense of satisfaction evident in his expression as he observed Lakan's enraged state. "You son of a b*tch," Lakan cursed, his anger palpable. "How dare you interrupt me!" he shouted in irritation, clearly agitated by the intrusion. Unfazed by Lakan's outburst, Maliksi waves a hand in front of him and mockingly said, "I wasn't planning to. But she asked me for help, and I simply obliged," gesturing towards the now unconscious girl.

Lakan burst into mocking laughter. "You? Helping a mere human?" he scoffed, amused by Maliksi's unexpected actions. "What? Playing the hero now? Ha ha ha," Lakan jeered at the perceived absurdity of Maliksi's behavior. Growing impatient, Maliksi's focus remained solely on the unconscious girl, disregarding Lakan's taunts.

Lakan's expression darkened once more, his frustration evident. "Whatever," Maliksi dismissed, defiantly showing his middle finger to Lakan before carefully lifting the girl from the ground, ensuring her head is still intact with her body.

"How dare you ignore me! You piece of trash! Let go of my prey! That's mine!" Lakan hissed at Maliksi. In response, Maliksi turned to face Lakan squarely and calmly retorted, "She was never yours to begin with." Lakan's fury boiled over, and he lunged forward to attack Maliksi. Remaining composed, Maliksi evaded each of Lakan's strikes with remarkable agility, all while still cradling the injured girl in his arms. Lakan's relentless assault proved futile against Maliksi's swift and agile defenses, showcasing exactly why he was known as Maliksi.

Maliksi's irritation surged as he felt the girl in his arms growing more critical by the second. Time was slipping away, and he knew he had to act swiftly to save her. With Lakan bearing down on him once more, Maliksi seized the opportunity to strike back. Waiting for the perfect moment, he smirked as he launched a powerful kick squarely at Lakan's face, sending the Tamawo hurtling through the air, crashing into the surrounding trees. Satisfied with his decisive move, Maliksi flashed a wide smile before turning his attention back to the urgent task of finding help for the injured girl.

A loud thud was heard making the man jumped in shock "MANG KANOOOO" a voice called out as if singing his name. The man named Mang kano clearly irritated as he heard the voice, "What do you want!" He shouted as he angrily walked towards the door, he was about to reprimand the owner of the voice when he saw something horrifying, a woman in his arms covered in blood, some still dripping from her neck, unconscious, pale and half naked. "What did you do Tamawo!" Mang Kano said with distaste in his voice, Maliksi was startled at his change of tone, a bit of panic emerging from him "Oi! Don't put the blame on me! I'm not the one who made her like this!" He said defending himself. "And before you question me, shouldn't you try and fix her first? I can still feel her heartbeat but is dangerously weak, if we don't hurry, she won't last long" Maliksi explained in urgency, Mang Kano did not argue anymore and sighed in resignation "Follow me, quickly" he then motions for him to follow.

Mang Kano methodically removed his blood-stained gloves and peeled off his protective gear, meticulously washing his contaminated hands and arms. Having done everything within his power to aid the injured woman, now the waiting game starts. As he removed his face mask, he spoke with a somber tone, "Her wound was deep, but I managed to treat it. However, she has lost a significant amount of blood. She'll need more to have a chance at survival," he paused, his next words heavy with uncertainty, "that is, if she survives." His gaze then shifted to the Tamawo, who leaned against the door with an indifferent expression, observing the scene unfold. "Now, tell me, what happened," Mang Kano pressed for answers.

"Lakan," Maliksi replied tersely, reluctant to delve into further detail. Understanding washed over Mang Kano as he closed his eyes briefly, grasping the gravity of the situation with just the mention of Lakan's name. The mention of the beast suggested the harsh methods he used, particularly the gruesome fate awaiting those who dared to utter a sound in his presence.

Looking at the girl, Mang Kano couldn't help but feel a pang of pity. This wasn't the first time he had seen a victim of Lakan's lure brought to his hut, and sadly, many of them hadn't survived. "Looks like my job is done here!" Maliksi announced, preparing to leave as he stepped away from the doorframe. However, Mang Kano intercepted him with a firm voice, halting his departure. "Where do you think you're going?" he questioned, blocking Maliksi's path.

Maliksi shrugged nonchalantly, attempting to brush off the concern. "What do you want me to do? I've helped her escape. There's no need for me to stay any longer," he stated, dismissing the matter. Sensing the lack of empathy in Maliksi's response, Mang Kano urged him to reconsider. "Can't you show a bit of sympathy? At least stay and ensure she's taken care of," he implored.

Maliksi's expression darkened, a hint of menace creeping into his glare. "Why should I?" he retorted, his voice laced with venom. A shiver ran down Mang Kano's spine at the sudden shift in atmosphere; the last thing he wanted was a hostile Tamawo in his midst, especially one as powerful as Maliksi. Just as the tension reached its peak, Maliksi's abrupt cry shattered the silence, diffusing the tension in the air.

"HEY! WHO THE H-" Maliksi started, but halted abruptly as he felt a sharp smack on his head. He turned around to confront the assailant, only to find his older brother, Makisig glaring at him with anger etched across his face. Maliksi's heart sank as he saw the disappointment in his brother's eyes. "K-kuya," he stammered, shrinking under Makisig's gaze. "What do you think you're doing, making a huge mess like this?" Makisig's voice was cold and demanding, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"K-kuya, D-don't be mad! I'll explain everything!" Maliksi pleaded, gesturing frantically as he attempted to calm his brother's temper. "Then explain," Makisig commanded, his tone unwavering. Feeling a sense of dread, Maliksi proceeded to recount the events in detail, his voice shaky with apprehension. Makisig with eyes closed listened in silence, his expression unreadable, while Mang Kano observed with disbelief, absorbing every detail of the unfolding situation. Clenching his fists in frustration.

Mang Kano felt a surge of helplessness wash over him as he heard everything, his sympathy for the injured girl intensifying with each passing moment. "Don't worry Kuya, the girl is already in good hands with Mang Kano! Right?" Maliksi turned to Mang Kano, silently urging him to confirm his reassurance. With a heavy sigh, Mang Kano nodded in agreement, acknowledging Maliksi's statement. "Yes, she is currently in the recovery room, but don't get your hopes up; her health is still in danger," he cautioned, providing an update on the girl's precarious condition.

Makisig let out an exhausted sigh, his concern evident for the unknown girl his brother had intervened to save from Lakan's clutches. "How likely is her recovery?" he asked, his tone laced with worry. Mang Kano paused for a moment, assessing the severity of the girl's condition before responding. "Judging by the looks of it... if her health continues to deteriorate even with my care... she won't last a week," he admitted solemnly, his words hanging heavily in the air.

The gravity of the situation weighed on them as they contemplated the uncertain fate of the girl under their care. Makisig's expression softened, a mixture of sadness and determination flickering in his eyes. "We can't let that happen," he declared firmly, his voice tinged with resolve. "We'll do everything in our power to ensure she has a fighting chance." His words echoed with a sense of urgency, emphasizing the importance of their collective effort in saving the girl's life.

Makisig turned to his brother with a firm gaze. "Take care of her," he commanded. Maliksi tried to protest, but Makisig stopped him. "No 'buts'! I understand your actions, but intervening in the affairs of another Tamawo carries consequences. You know the risks," Makisig reprimanded sternly.

Maliksi nodded in acknowledgment, understanding his brother's words. "Make sure she survives. That's your punishment," Makisig's tone remained unwavering. Maliksi felt a surge of fear. "And if she doesn’t survive..." he trailed off, his voice trembling. Makisig's smile turned menacing. "If she doesn’t survive," he repeated firmly. "I'll hand you over to Lakan," he threatened his voice threaded with cold determination Maliksi shuddered at the thought, vowing silently to do everything to save the girl. Failure to do so meant facing Lakan's wrath.

Makisig's tone softened slightly as he addressed his brother, a hint of concern underlying his words. "For now, I'll deal with Lakan, and I need you to stay out of trouble," he instructed firmly, "Okay, Kuya, I'll stay out of trouble," Maliksi agreed, relieved that his brother would handle Lakan.

Makisig turned to Mang Kano, who was still present. "My brother will assist you in caring for the girl. And if he causes any trouble while he's here..." Makisig paused a meaningful smile showing on his face "You have my permission to handle it as you see fit."

Mang Kano smiled, relieved at the prospect of having assistance in caring for the girl. "Certainly, I'll keep you updated on her recovery," he replied earnestly. Then, he glanced at Maliksi with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "I'll make sure your brother behaves himself." Makisig nodded in satisfaction, giving his younger brother a pat on the head. "Behave" he advised before departing from Mang Kano's abode. Maliksi let out a defeated sigh, feeling the weight of the responsibility resting heavily on his shoulders. If the girl didn't survive, he knew he would be in deep trouble. Turning to Mang Kano, he made a half-hearted attempt at reassurance. "I'll check on her from time to time," he offered.

But Mang Kano wasn't having any of it. "Who said you can leave now?" he asked mockingly, his smile widening. "The girl is still in critical condition; she needs to be monitored 24/7." Maliksi threw his hands up in exasperation, resigned to his fate of caring for the girl. "Fiiiiiiine," he whined, before trudging off to the recovery room to keep watch over her.

Authors Note: -My Creative juices are overflowing right now, and I'm also making another story while doing this one XD. -I was fangirling while writing the part where Maliksi kicked Lakan's face. <3 <3 <3

All characters belongs to the one and only @ask-emilz-de-philz

[latibulater]

When Rusty is eleven, his father sits him down in the living room and tells him there will be a new baby soon. A lady friend of Jonas will be dropping off a brother for Rusty and hadn't the boy talked about wanting a playmate? It was true; Rusty was always asking for friends. This wasn't what he had meant.

He watched on as a room near his was converted from a guest bedroom into a nursery. H.E.L.P.eR. constantly whizzed by, claws full of baby clothes, formula, or toys. Rusty stared as Uncle Gentleman and Uncle Action helped his dad move out the queen-sized bed and spare workout equipment, before moving a crib and large bookshelf into the room.

"Are you alright, Master Rusty?"

"Kano! Don't sneak up on me like that!" He complained, but calmed down when the man's large hand ruffled his hair. Kano sat down at the table next to the boy and ate some cereal out of the box. "Aren't you going to help Pops?"

"They have it well in hand," said Kano. "You seem down and out."

Rusty crossed his arms. "What? No. It's just weird to see Pops not working on any new science project, or going out on the X-1 for a mission."

Kano ate some more cereal and swallowed before saying, "Yes, he rarely stays in one place. But, I heard he was like this when you were born."

"Really?"

"Yes, I was not yet...a part of Team Venture, but I've heard stories from Gentleman and Action Man of his late nights obsessing over what to name you and what books to buy."

"Oh," Rusty said surprised. "That's....that's really nice. I guess I never imagined Pops doing stuff like that for me." Kano sighed and took his glasses off to clean them. He was quiet before putting them back on. He placed a hand of Rusty's thin shoulder for a second.

"Your father..."Rusty watched with wide eyes as the strong man struggled with the shape of his phrasing. "Dr. Venture is a very passionate man," Kano settled on. "He saw, and still does see, you as his greatest project. One that required much start-up care, but needs less now that you are up and running. Does that make sense?"

"And this baby...will be the newest greatest project?" Rusty asked tentatively. Kano waved his hands frantically.

"No, no, no, see, ah shit, what is the right translation- Master Rusty, please understand," Kano said. "The new child, he is unplanned. You will always be your father's first born, his chosen child. Not that your father won't care for the new baby, no in fact he could have sent the child to the orphanage, but he didn't, because he is...he is a good man."

Rusty couldn't believe his ears. "The baby would have gone to the orphanage? Why?"

Kano blanched and looked up at the ceiling. "You see, um, well, the mother-"

A hand clamped down on Rusty's shoulder. "The tramp won't be in the picture for much longer," Uncle Gentleman said. "Soon as she pops out the bugger and gives him to Jonas, she'll be leaving."

"But why?" Rusty asked.

"She's a whore," his uncle explained, tapping his cane on the kitchen tile. "Completely unfit to be a mother, honestly the best thing she's done is tell Jonas instead of fishing it out with a wire."

He tried to the visual but it made Rusty nauseous. "If she's so awful, why did Pops make a baby with her?" Kano's face scrunched up, discomfited, but Gentleman easily explained.

"A man has to spread his wild oats, boy, you'll understand once you start growing some hair on your chest. A man can't always be picky about what field he's sowing either. I wouldn't worry about it too hard, laddie, you'll have plenty more to worry about once the little imp arrives."

Rusty frowned into his cereal.

"Oh, buck up, Thad," Uncle Gentleman clapped him on the back and walked away to the refrigerator. He opened the door, saying, "Being an older brother is supposed to be quite the privilege."

"It is," Kano quietly asserted.

Gentleman complained, "Why certainly, all my older brothers were privileged," swinging a pitcher of lemonade around. CLANK: it was set down on the counter. "Always getting me in trouble or taking my chores money," the man grumbled. The man poured himself a drink and did not continue speaking, reminiscing only to himself. Kano leaned into close the conversation.

"It is a privilege to be an older brother, but it also will come with its own challenges and puzzles. It will be your hardest and longest adventure, but brothers can become the best of friends. Plus," Kano smiled, "once the little one is a little older, the two of you together can team up on your father. Maybe force him to listen you."

Rusty giggled at the idea of him and a tinier Thaddeus hanging off Jonas,. Together they could convince him to set down his tools and listen to a show on the radio. It'd be nice having a literal brother-in-arms. One thought struck Rusty's brain and made him freeze.

"I won't have to change any diapers, will I?"