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angryschnauzer · 3 years ago

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The Poker Game

Summary: Now engaged to Humphrey, you’re living a life of luxury, so when your darling fiance invites some friends from work over for a game of poker and he promptly looses, there’s only one bargaining chip left... you. Sequel to Beast and The Beauty

Pairing: Gangbang x Female Reader (no race or body type specified)

Characters/Fandoms: Humphrey (Stardust), Captain ‘Lucas’ Syverson (Sand Castle), August Walker (Mission Impossible Fallout), Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Wordcount: 3834

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Reverse Harem, Gangbang, Group Sex, Unprotected Sex, Risky Creampies, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Triple Penetration, Oral Sex, Creampies, Sloppy Seconds, Dubious Consent, Breeding, Breeding Party, Degrading Names/Talk, Reader used as a fuck toy/object, Cumdump, Cuckolding, Knife Play, Public Nudity, Airplay, Choking, Alcohol, Impaired consent, creampies in every hole possible, more than one dick in a single hole, cum eating. Do Not Do This In Real Life. This story was 100% inspired by a video on pornhub. If you don’t know what any of the above warnings mean, feel free to message me privately so i can explain.

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The Poker Game

Life was good. The sun was shining, the waves were quietly lapping at the shoreline below the beach house. You had a big sparkly rock on your ring finger, and a glass of champagne slowly fizzing away on the small table next to the sunlounger you were currently laying on, soaking up the sun’s rays.

Humphrey had proposed two weeks ago and you’d easily said yes. He was sweet and kind, and was growing ever more adventurous in your love life. He wanted to tie the knot as soon as possible, and you had even come off birth control as he was adamant at wanting to start a family as a priority. He was also absolutely loaded and the luxury multi million beach house was just one of his properties. His contract with the company had been made permanent, and he was now fully handling the marketing and promotion of the construction project the company had been hired to design.

The one little thing you’d kept secret was your tryst with your next door neighbour, Sy. It’d only happened once, and apart from a rather awkward brunch where Humphrey had introduced you to him without realising your history - and to which you had both stayed quiet about - you hadn’t seen Sy to talk to since, and it had been months ago. You’d now all but moved into Humph’s beach house and apart from your part time studies, were basically a kept woman thanks to his wealth.

Through the serene midday sounds of the garden you heard the doorbell chime, settling yourself into your sunlounger as Humph had already mentioned that some of the guys from work would be coming over for beers and a game of poker. You applied another layer of tanning lotion, turned onto your back and set your earbuds to play your summer vibes playlist.

An hour later when your playlist had finished, you’d flipped over twice and had finished your champagne which was now disappointingly warm. You were going to have to head inside to get a refill.

Humphrey looked at his cards and back to the table for what felt like the hundredth time in the last 30 seconds. These guys - his new work colleagues - had fleeced him of pretty much everything; his wallet was empty, his signet ring and cufflinks, even his watch all sat in the middle of the table amongst the poker chips. He could easily afford to replace all of them, but it was the principle of not being able to ‘pay’ his debts that concerned him.

“What about the keys to that shiny little number on the driveway”

The man behind the voice grinned at Humphrey, his lips curling into a smirk beneath his dark moustache.

Humphrey cleared his throat;

“I’m sorry to tell you Walker, but the Lambo is leased, a much better investment of funds than outright ownership”

“Listen Blondie…” the man with the head of dark curls and thick beard spoke; “You have a debt to pay…”

Just at that moment the sliding doors opened and the sound of heels on polished floor tiles could be heard. The fourth man at the table cleared his throat;

“Here we go Walt, we’ve found how Blondie is gonna pay his debts”

There was a poignant pause before Humphrey spoke;

“Sy… you’re not talking about…”

Your eyes took a few moments to adjust from the brightness outside once you’d stepped into the air conditioned room, your senses a little fuzzy after sitting in the sunshine semi drunk for a good couple of hours. You set your glass on the counter paying little attention to the room, before opening the fridge and pulling out another mini bottle of Bollinger, popping the cork with skill before filling your glass. As the bubbles reached the rim you looked down over your sunglasses and stopped in your tracks; four pairs of hungry eyes were watching your every move, two pairs of which you recognised immediately. At that moment the bubbles threatened to overflow, and without thinking you bent forwards and slurped the froth from the top of the glass before standing straight again;

“Boys…”

More silence

“Everything ok Humphrey?”

Your fiance laughed;

“Absolutely Darling! Why don’t you come over here so I can show off my beautiful fiance?”

Abandoning your champagne you slowly crossed the room, smiling as you saw the other men following the sway of your hips, their eyes drawn to various parts of your body, all of which was barely covered at all apart from the tiny bikini you’d been sunbathing in. Standing beside Humphrey you rested your hand on his shoulder as he spoke;

“You’ve of course met Lucas Syverson before, but this is August Walker and Walter Marshall, the two in charge of security and legal respectively”

“Oh… very respectful” you commented, a grin on your face as you nodded to each of the men in turn.

“I got a suggestion” Sy spoke up, the other men glancing at him; “We let Blondie off what’s still owed in this particular game. But we play one final game, where the winner gets his greatest prize too”

You weren’t quite following but when Sy grabbed your arm and pulled you to sit on his lap, you let out a squeak of surprise before settling on the man’s thick thighs. You watched as they cleared the table and set up the next game, dealing cards and setting out chips. Throughout all of this as you squirmed on big Sy’s lap you kept looking to Humphrey, who in turn would smile, his gaze occasionally raking up and down your body as you sat on another man’s lap.

The game started and the dynamic in the room changed, as each man took the lead you were pulled onto each of their laps. Each had their own way of handling you, and it sent a thrill through your body to feel their hands on your bare skin. It was when you were on August's lap - he was equally as intimidating as the curly haired man, Walter Marshall - when it started to become evidently clear that Humphrey was losing this game.

“It would seem like we’re going to be claiming your prized possession Blondie” August said, a dark undertone to his words; “You’re ten thousand down in a game where you started with nothing, it’s pretty inevitable how this is going to play out…”

August Walker was a big man, and he at that moment had you straddling one of his legs as your back rested against his chest. You watched as he calmly set his cards face down onto the table before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small switchblade. The air around the gaming table was tense, but as you looked at the other men’s expressions none of them showed fear, if anything a trio of dark excitement stared back at you at what August was about to do.

“How about we get a glimpse of what is on offer” he muttered, before he oh-so lightly ran the tip of his knife from your navel to your sternum, beneath the string of your bikini between your breasts and held it there. He applied a little outward pressure and the razor sharp knife sliced clean through the string, allowing your breasts to bounce free of the swimsuit. He pulled the knife away from your body and flicked it back into the handle, before slipping it back into his pocket and picking up his cards again.

You sat bare from the waist up, only the tiny pair of swimsuit panties and your high heels now adorning your body, your breasts bare and on show for the whole room to admire. Sy licked his lips as he looked as if he was about to eat you alive, Walter chewed on his lip as he shifted in his seat, his beard doing a good job of hiding the smile that was tugging at the corner of his mouth, but not a complete job. Humphrey - your darling fiance - seemed the calmest out of everyone, his face serene and bright, an unusual sparkle in his eye you hadn’t seen before, but nonetheless he seemed very calm about the whole situation. The game continued as hands of cards were won and lost, chips moved around the table and the language got ever coarser. Walter set down some cards and it would seem he had taken the lead, pushing his chair out a little and patted his thigh;

“Come here”

He pulled you onto his lap, your ass pressing against his crotch and your legs straddling his thick thighs. You considered for a moment that it was a fairly comfortable position, that was until he spread his thighs as wide as he could, which in turn pushed your legs so wide apart the scrap of fabric between your thighs was displaced to no longer cover your core. Your dewey petals were on full show to the room, your arousal clear for the men to see as you were spread like a ceremonial bloom on an altar of sin.

The game continued and it was now completely clear that Humphrey was going to lose, but to who was the question hanging in the air. The game was drawing to an end, with final hands being set down. Humphrey went first, showing a rather abysmal hand of cards. Sy went next, barely much better, but a confident smirk playing on his face;

“August, Walter, time to see who’s claiming the prize”

August set his cards down, sitting back and grinning as he folded his arms behind his head:

“Beat that Marshall”

Reaching around you Walter set an almost identical hand down, but where August’s were Hearts, his were Spades;

“Looks like we’re at a dead heat tie”

“Huh. ‘Spose that could work”

Suddenly you were being lifted and thrown over a wide pair of shoulders, legs dangling in the air before you were sat down unceremoniously onto the wide padded ottoman pouffe. Walter pulled his polo shirt over his head and tossed it aside, grabbing the scrap of fabric that pointlessly clung to your lower half and tore it from your body with one hand as he popped the button and pulled down the zipper to his dark denim jeans. Just as you were about to get a glimpse of what was being unleashed a strong hand grabbed your jaw and turned your head;

“Open up Princess”

Without protest your mouth opened and you took August’s hard shaft between your lips, relishing the way you stretched around the gnarled girth. You weren’t given long to dwell on that thought, as an equal thickness was plunged into your soaked cunt, stretching your walls as they protested from lack of preparation. There was the briefest of pause before the curly haired giant started to plough into you, stretching your walls to his size, relishing the way they dragged at his flesh with each pull, the slight resistance with each push. Strong calloused hands gripped at your calves as they rested on a firm chest, and in a moment of intimacy you felt a kiss pressed to each of your ankles, before the thrusts became harder and more feral.

All the while Walter was plundering your depths, August continued to fuck your throat, cursing quietly as he pushed deeper each time, feeling you stretch around him to the point he lightly grasped your neck and could feel himself moving. With a sudden roar the giant bear filling your cunt thrust forwards, pushing August deeper into your throat. Walter came with a growl, his dick twitching deep inside your unprotected womb as he filled you with his thick seed. In a fraction of a second August had pulled out, and as soon as Walter slumped back and fell onto the couch, August was taking his place.

Wrapping your legs around his waist he leant forwards and took one of your nipples into his mouth, his moustache tickling your skin and distracting you from his hardness filling you where Walter had only second been before. Letting the teat go with an audible pop, he grinned at you, a glint in his eye that told you trouble was ahead. Pushing up he rubbed his thumb over your clit;

“C’mon Princess, let’s see how many times you can come…”

In harsh circles he rubbed at the sensitive pearl, pushing you rapidly towards orgasm before you came with a scream, all the while he fucked you through the delirium, only to keep going with both his dick and his thumb.

“August… please… its too much”

“Shhh” another voice near your head distracted you, looking up and seeing Sy unzipping himself, before he pushed his hips forwards and fed you his dick. His hands rested on your titties as he played with both, pinching and tugging on both nipples as August rubbed on your clit and you came again around his shaft. Your moans were swallowed by the familiar thickness between your lips, but you could hear what was being said;

“Rub it harder Walker, see if she’ll squirt” the thick Texas drawl told you it was Sy, and seeing as he knew first hand you could squirt from the right pressure you tried to squeal, but were silenced by another thick inch being pushed into your throat.

With two enormous cocks filling you from each end, rough hands tugging on your nipples, and an equally rough thumb torturing your clit you could feel your body starting to float, of your mind starting to disconnect, only for your orgasm to come crashing over you and as promised, you covered August as you squirted around his massive dick.

“Ah… ah fuck…” he cursed, before with a final push he thrust so deep into you his rounded mushroom shaped crown pressed against your cervix and flooded it with his come.

Pulling out you felt him rub the mixed spend over your petals and down to your ass, before pulling back. Sy withdrew from your mouth only to spin you around and flip you over, pulling your ass up before he speared you with his thick dick, pushing August and Walters cum back into your battered hole.

“Well, will ya look at that cute little rose winking at me…”

You heard him spit before the liquid landed on your ass, his finger pressing against your back door as he fucked your cunt roughly with ease. You were now loose and pliable in his hands, pushing back to meet each of his thrusts.

“That’s it Petal, fuck yourself on my dick you gorgeous slut. You fucking love this don’tcha’?”

“Harder Sy, fuck me harder…”

“Oh don’t you worry Petal, by the time we’ve done with you, you’ll be a completely fucked out mess”

He spat again on your ass before pushing a second finger in alongside the first, his other hand curling around your front to find your clit and press tight circles to the sensitive nub, making you come hard which he fucked you straight through;

“After Humphrey’s cum in your cunt i’m gonna fuck your ass. I might even pass you around so everyone else can have a go too”

You didn’t think it was possible to come so soon again after an orgasm, but his words triggered a base response in your mind and you found yourself screaming out another orgasm as you squirted again. As you trembled and shook Sy pushed in deep and filled you with his thick load, adding to the mix already flooding your womb.

Only vaguely aware he’d pulled out, you lay face down on the ottoman twitching and drooling, in a haze of pleasure when you felt two pairs of strong arms lifting you. You watched as they carried you towards Humphrey as he sat calmly on the large couch, tugging on his dick before you were placed on top of him, straddling his lap with your back to his chest. You were lowered onto his aching shaft, an obscene squelch sounding around the room as the penetration was eased by three thick loads dripping out of you. It was only then as you lazily bounced yourself on your fiance’s dick did you look around the room, slightly surprised to see that everyone was now naked, sitting back on the enormous couch and drinking hard liquor, watching Humphrey fuck up into your soaked cunt. With a strangled cry he pushed up harshly one last time, and you felt him fill you with his own seed;

“Darling, so fucking good…been such a good girl for me and the boys…”

You lay back against Humph’s chest as it rose and fell from his exertion, your eyes falling shut before you heard him chuckle;

“No sleeping on the job, here come the wolfpack for more…”

Opening your eyes you were shocked to see all three of the men approaching you, naked and completely hard, their eyes dark with desire. Again strong arms lifted you, this time August lying beneath you as you straddled him and sank down onto his dick. He pulled your face down to his and kissed you, tongue and teeth as he took control, and that’s when you felt the wide tip of another dick pressing in from behind you. What shocked you however was that it was trying to get into your already stuffed cunt, fingers sliding in to stretch you a little before whoever it was tried again, your eyes going wide as you felt yourself stretch around the dual penetration;

“Oh FUCK” you cursed, eliciting a dark chuckle from behind you

“That’s it Slut, take my dick in your cunt”

For a quiet guy, Walter had by far the coarsest vocabulary, and the fact you now knew it was he and August double stuffing the same hole made you get even wetter to help them move. What you hadn’t been expecting however was for Walter to settle and lay back, allowing a third beast access to your core, but as a warm back pressed to yours, you recognised the brush of the thick beard against your shoulder as Sy pressed his mouth close to your ear;

“I’m gonna fuck that ass now, just like i promised”

He pressed against your back door, now slippery from so much come that had leaked out of you. It took a few tries, but eventually you relaxed enough to allow that first hurdle, the pop of his wide crown pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Groans from all three men sounded in your ears as space inside your body grew even tighter, and you felt the smooth slide of Sy as he pushed slowly and entirely into your ass.

From that point words could have been said, but not a single coherent thought passed through your mind, instead your soul was about to leave your body as you were taken to new highs of pleasure as you reached new lows of depravity. Orgasm after orgasm washed through you, your cries of pleasure only making the men fuck you harder and faster.

Sy was first to come, pushing deep into your ass as he pumped a load into your barren canal. You heard Walter cussing Sy out and telling him to get his hairy arse out of his face, before the pressure in your cunt lessened and you realised Walter had pulled out, a sigh of relief escaping your mouth before you felt him press against your ass and push in deep in one hard thrust. Now with the added room in your cunt August picked up the pace, him and Walter fucking you hard and rough before Walter too blew his load in your guts, August filling your cunt with another load.

You lay twitching on top of August as Walter pulled out, before you were lifted and set onto the soiled couch.

“So, what’ll it be Humphrey, cunt or ass, you’ve got another load in you”

“Oh absolutely. But as we’re trying to knock her up i think i’ll choose her juicy cunt again, save her ass for when she’s too full of baby to take me up front” he pulled you into his arms and stood, and you felt a second pair of hands lifting you until Humphrey was able to spear your cum soaked cunt with his dick again. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, kissing him deeply as he bounced you on his shaft, and that’s when you felt another body behind you.

“Don’t suppose you mind if i try that juicy ass out do you Humphrey, seeing at the rest of the boys had, it’s only fair”

August pressed his already hard again dick against your asshole as Humphrey slowed down his thrusts, and with a deep sigh from all three of you, he slid home easily;

“Oh this is just perfect, loose and lubed, i could fuck this ass all day”

Humphrey laughed;

“I’m guessing that’s what’ll happen at the batchelor party”

“Perfect, count me in”

They worked in complete tandem, your light haired fiance and the darkness behind you, filling your holes over and over before you came with a final scream, both pushing up into your body and filling your holes with another load of their seed.

As you lay on the couch, your holes leaking cum, you watched through heavy lidded eyes as Humphrey happily said goodbye to his guests who were now all dressed and looked as if absolutely nothing untoward had happened that afternoon what so ever. Once the door had clicked shut you watched with a smile on your face as he walked towards you, before getting to his knees and pressing a kiss to your nose;

“Oh that was a wonderful afternoon Darling, you did so well…” he started to push your legs apart and you whined.

“Humph, i’m sore…”

“Shhh, i know Darling, let me soothe it”

You watched with dismay as he spread your legs and started to lap at your cum soaked cunt, his soft lips and long tongue lapping at the spend of four men, however it didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. He coaxed a soft orgasm from you before he sat back, and that’s when you noticed the tent in his smart black pants;

“Darling, you make me so hard…”

With some effort you turned over and settled on your knees, your cheek against the soft fabric of the couch as you reached back and pulled your cheeks apart;

“Please Humphrey, take my ass, i can’t wait until i’m knocked up, i need you now”

You heard the zipper being lowered and you smiled happily, and as you felt his dick slide smoothly past the loose muscle you let out a sigh of happiness. You really did have the best fiance ever.

And you were looking forward to his Batchelor party in Vegas as you knew there would be eight of his friends there.

#captain syverson x reader #august walker x reader #walter marshall x reader #Humphrey x reader #henry cavill

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cdelphiki · 4 years ago

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Kid Jason and Bruce bonding over cars, 5k words of fluff, no archive warnings apply.

“Good morning, lad,” Alfred said, one Saturday morning just as Jason stepped into the kitchen, “What would you like for breakfast?”

He’d skipped ‘family’ breakfast in favor of sleeping in, which Alfred had said multiple times was perfectly acceptable. He was 12, after all, and needed his sleep.

With a smile, Jason started crossing the kitchen, over to the pantry, as he said, “Hi, Alfred. I was just gonna get some cereal.”

“Then help yourself, lad.”

Despite saying ‘help yourself,’ Alfred both got him a bowl and the milk out, but otherwise let Jason pour himself the cereal. He then traded Jason the milk for a spoon before going back to whatever he was preparing before. Kinda looked like bread. He was kneading dough, whatever it was.

“What’s Bruce doing in the garage?” Jason asked, after he’d watched Alfred for a few minutes and got through half his bowl of cereal.

Alfred rolled the dough up into a loaf shape and dropped it down into a glass pan as he said, “Why don’t you go see for yourself?”

He didn’t even look over, but Alfred must have heard Jason frown, or something, because he then asked, “You like cars, don’t you?”

“Well yeah,” Jason stammered. He did like cars, but why did that mean he had to go ask Bruce what he was doing? “I just don’t want to bother him.”

Bruce was obviously doing work or something. He had spent almost the whole week working, and then had to take Jason out yesterday, so he probably had stuff he had to get done around the house, right? With… the tools.

“You won’t be bothering him,” Alfred said, like he thought it was impossible for Jason to bother Bruce, “I’m sure he will be more than happy to tell you about the work he’s doing on his cars.”

So he was doing work then.

Just… on his cars…

Jason looked down into his bowl and scooped out his last bite of cereal, contemplating whether he would go bother Bruce.

On the one hand, Bruce had said he would show Jason his cars if he just asked.

But on the other… he didn’t know. Things were good with Bruce so far, he was kind of scared if he bothered Bruce too much, he’d ruin it.

But as soon as Jason set his bowl back down, after finishing off the milk, Alfred walked over and took it, saying, “Go on, lad.”

And, well. Jason was supposed to listen to Alfred, right?

Back at the door to the garage, though, Jason hesitated. Bruce was back rummaging through the toolbox, but his Volkswagen was moved out to the middle of the floor, out of its normal parking spot in the line of cars away from the doors.

He didn’t turn around, though, when Jason hesitatingly pulled the door open and stepped down onto the the little set of three stairs that led to the garage floor. It wasn’t until he found whatever it was, it looked like a funnel from where Jason was standing, did he turn around and notice Jason.

“Hey, bud,” he said, as he pulled a little earbud out of his ear, “what’s up?”

“Alfred said I should come see what you were doing.”

Bruce nodded and put his little earbud in a case on the work bench as he said, “Oh, well I’m changing the oil on the cars today.”

“All of them?” Jason surveyed the garage and couldn’t help but think doing something like that would take ages.

“Most of them,” Bruce nearly hummed, as he opened the driver’s door to the Volkswagen and leaned inside. A second later, the hood popped.

Jason hopped down the last two steps and walked over toward one of the lines of cars, the one with the red lambo he’d been drooling over every time he was in the garage. He hadn’t had a chance to actually look at it, though. Because every time he was in the garage, Bruce was ushering him someplace or another.

Bruce peeked over at him, but didn’t say anything when Jason put his hand down on the hood of the car. It was gorgeous. Shiny and flawless. Not a single scratch on it anywhere Jason could see.

It was obvious it was taken care of, but Jason would have never thought Bruce did the work.

“Don’t you have people for that?” Jason asked, as Bruce opened the hood on the Volkswagen and propped it open like he’d done it a million times.

With seventy-four cars, he probably had done it a million times.

“Have you seen people around here I’m not aware of?” Bruce asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he checked the car’s oil, using the little stick thing. Jason had never actually seen someone do that before. Mostly because his parents hadn’t owned a car. He’d seen people do that on TV and stuff, though.

“No one’s mechanic lives with them,” Jason scoffed, turning fully from the Lamborghini to watch Bruce. Although Jason wouldn’t put it past a rich weirdo with a million cars to have a live-in mechanic.

Bruce huffed, what Jason assumed was a laugh, but he said, “I’m my own mechanic,” as he started messing with something in the car. Jason was kinda curious what.

“Why?”

“Is it so wrong I have a hobby?” Bruce asked, looking up at Jason finally.

“Yeah, it’s weird,” Jason answered with a shrug, “You’re rich.” Rich people had hobbies there were like, horses. Horses and… well. Jason didn’t actually know, outside of illegal stuff, obviously.

“I like working on my own cars,” Bruce said, as he walked back over to his tool box and slipped on some gloves, “At least, on the cars I can work on. Some of these are just easier to bring to the dealership.”

“Really? Why?” Jason asked, looking back around at all the cars. Bruce actually had about ten cars, mostly sport cars, “Which ones?”

“It’s all the computer systems in the newer cars, I don’t feel like owning the equipment for every single car, especially if I don’t drive that car much, anyway. And cars like the Tesla you have to get parts for on the blackmarket, and it’s far more trouble than it’s worth.”

With a slight grin, Jason asked, “So you’re saying you don’t buy stuff from the black market,” as he pointed to himself when Bruce looked over. Regardless of his intentions, Bruce had exchanged money for him. Which was technically buying a child on the blackmarket.

Bruce just rolled his eyes, though, and said, “I try not to.”

“Why do you own like ten cars?” Jason asked, as he started inspecting the other cars in the line he was at. Next to the Lamborghini was a sleek black sports car and Jason was pretty sure was a corvette. He really needed to study the symbols on cars more. It was a little ‘V’ on the hood, so he was like, 98% sure.

“There’s only nine here and one is Alfred’s,” Bruce said, like that made a difference, “and I like cars. They’re fun to collect.”

“Do you actually drive them all? You always pick the Tesla when we go anywhere.” Or that one time the Volkswagen.

Although maybe Bruce brought the sports cars out on his dates or whatever he did at night. Jason had never watched him leave or anything.

Bruce leaned back over the Volkswagen’s engine compartment as he said, “I try to drive each one at least once a month, even if it’s just around the block.”

“Oh,” he said, shoving his hands into his hoody pocket. He was wearing his Wayne Enterprises one, since he’d sweated all over the Batman one.

Maybe Bruce was right and he needed a summer hoody or something, because it was hot in the garage, too. Since the door was open to the outside and all…

Jason walked over to the open garage door and leaned back against the threshold between inside and outside and asked, “How often do you do this?” as he motioned at everything inside the garage.

“Every six months,” Bruce said, as he wiped the sweat off his forehead with his t-shirt sleeve. Then he stood up and looked straight as Jason as he asked, “Do you want to help?”

“What?” Help?

Bruce would actually let Jason help?

“Come here,” Bruce motioned with his head for Jason to come over, “I’ll show you what I’m doing.”

Jason pushed off the wall and took an aborted step forward as he asked, “Really?” Couldn’t he like, fuck up the car horribly??

Why would Bruce want him to help?

“Of course, this is a good skill to know. One day you’ll have a car of your own to take care of.”

“I will?” Jason asked, a little dazed as he did cross the garage to where Bruce was working.

Not many people owned cars, where he was from. He’d never actually dreamed that one day he’d own a car.

But maybe he should have. Because… if he got a real job, like doctor or lawyer or something, then he’d have enough money to buy one.

And if he did that, he’d probably need one to get to work and stuff.

“Of course,” Bruce said, like he hadn’t even thought the opposite. Once Jason had fully approached the car, and inched up to the side of the engine compartment, across from Bruce, he said, “Okay, tell me what all you know about cars.”

“Uh,” Jason stammered. He didn’t know much about cars, in the grand scheme of things. He’d only recently been able to research them! “Well. I know that’s the engine,” he continued, pointing to where the engine was, hiding under a cover, “And it has, uh, cylinders and pistons…”

He trailed off, but when he looked back up at Bruce, Bruce was smiling brightly, like Jason had said the right thing, so he tried to return the smile.

“Great, you already know more than most drivers,” Bruce said, as he walked back over to his workbench. He grabbed a pair of gloves and held them out for Jason as he said, “Engines have oil in them we need to change, to make sure it’s staying clean. Dirty oil damages the engine, which can cause some serious problems. Engines also burn off oil, so changing it ensures we’re keeping enough in there for the engine to work properly.”

Jason listened attentively as he rolled his sleeves up and pulled the gloves on. Bruce went to on explain how they were going to get the old oil out, replace it, and change the oil filter. He’d known kind of vaguely the basics of all that, but he’d never heard it be explained in detail.

Bruce walked him through everything, and even let Jason do some of the work. Like pull out the old oil filter and insert the oil extractor down into the car. Bruce took a step back once he showed Jason what to do, and even let Jason extract all the oil. By himself.

It was actually super easy. No wonder Bruce did his own oil changes.

While Jason was watching the oil slowly drain from the engine and into the extractor, Bruce went and got two huge bottles of oil off the shelf, which was stocked with, like, twenty bottles of the stuff.

“That much?” It looked like he had two gallons of oil, or more. Probably more. The bottles were bigger than milk jugs.

“Yes,” Bruce said, as he set the two bottles on the ground next to the extractor, “This car needs almost six quarts.”

Jason had no idea how much that was, because who measured shit in quarts?? But he nodded and watched from the side of the car as Bruce took the extractor out and slipped the funnel in, then poured the entirety of one of the bottles in.

It wasn’t until he started pouring in the second bottle did Bruce say, “Okay, I need you to pull the dip stick out and check the level.”

Jason bounced back around to the front of the car, so he could reach the dip stick. Bruce stepped to the side, further out of the way, but couldn’t go too far since he was still holding the bottle over the funnel, but it was fine. Jason could reach it just fine.

“Pull it out and wipe it off,” Bruce explained, when Jason located the dip stick, “then dip it back in. That will give you an accurate reading.”

Nodding, Jason grabbed the rag Bruce had set next to the dip stick and did exactly as told. Once he had the ‘accurate’ reading he held it up into the sun and squinted at it, trying to figure out if he was supposed to be able to tell if it was low. “Uh, it’s below the bottom dot.”

“That means we don’t have enough in there. You want the oil between the two dots.”

“Ah.” Jason nodded, and watched as Bruce poured more into the engine, a little at a time.

Each time he had Jason check the levels again, until the line was almost all the way to the top dot. Once it was, Bruce nodded contentedly and said, “That’s good enough,” and put the bottle of oil back down on the ground, “Now we just have to put the new filter in and we’re done.”

Doing that was a piece of cake. It was basically just the reverse as removing it. Then Bruce had Jason put the engine cover on by himself and they were done.

Just like that.

“Great job,” Bruce said, as he removed the stick holding the hood open, then motioned for Jason to step back so he could drop it shut. Jason jumped when the hood slammed closed, but then smiled when Bruce added, “You’re a pro already.”

“This is some people’s job,” Jason said, as he stepped back into the sunlight, shining in through the open garage door behind him, where he could get a good look at all of Bruce’s cars.

“It sure is,” Bruce said, “Mechanics is a very good field to go into. We’ll always have a need for mechanics.”

“Unless all the rich assholes start doing it themselves,” Jason said, walking along the edge of the driveway, toward the other row of cars on the other side of the garage.

Bruce huffed as he peeled his gloves off and tossed them over at the work bench. “If I crashed one of these,” he said, walking back to the Volkswagen with the key in his hand, “or the engine failed or something drastic, I’d let a mechanic fix it. I just do the routine, easy things.”

“Oh.” Jason supposed that made sense. It probably wasn’t fun if it was super tedious or whatever.

While Bruce started up the Volkswagen and backed it up into its spot, in the row of cars across the way from Jason, he wandered down the new row of vehicles.

All of the cars Bruce or Alfred drove the most were closer to the door to the Manor, so that’s where the Tesla and Bentley were. On this side was some cars Jason didn’t even recognize. He’d need to do a lot of research on fancy-ass sports cars to figure them out, too.

That was, until he stopped on the last car in the row and recognized the SRT logo on the side of the grille.

“No way,” he whispered to himself, as he circled the car.

There was no way it was what he thought it was.

He’d just seen a documentary… or four… about this car three days ago. It was an expensive car, sure, but not like million dollars expensive. It wasn’t even 100k, if he remembered right. He hadn’t been expecting Bruce to have one.

Then again, Bruce owned a Volkswagen. And this was an awesome car.

“You like that one?” Bruce asked, from across the garage.

“Is this a Hellcat?” Jason asked, before he cupped his hands around his eyes so he could try to peek inside. Sadly the tinted windows were too dark, though, so he stood back up and looked over at Bruce.

And Bruce looked… delighted. That was the only way Jason could describe it. He looked delighted.

“It sure is.”

“Dude,” Jason exclaimed, excitement bubbling up in him so quickly he felt like he would burst, “No way! What year is it? Does it really have a red key? How fast does it go? Why don’t you drive this one everywhere!”

Bruce grinned probably the most genuine grin Jason had ever seen but he couldn’t even though about it, because holy shit. He was right!!!

This was like, one of his favorite cars ever.

He’d watched four different documentaries, all on youtube, all because of the red key and how the regular black key governed the engine but the red key unlocked over seven hundred horse power.

And besides being so fucking cool that a car could go so fast, it was such a funny image, picturing seven hundred horses pulling a car.

Bruce walked over to the key lock box, up near the door to the manor, and put his Volkswagen key away. Before he shut it, though, he pulled out a bright red key and Jason just about lost it.

“Oh my God, that’s so cool.”

“Do you want to go for a ride?” Bruce asked, holding the key up, but not yet crossing the garage.

“Are you serious?” Jason asked. Bruce unlocked the doors in answer, so Jason exclaimed, “Yes!” and quickly rounded to the passenger side to open the door and look inside.

The first thing that hit him was the new car smell.

Such a wonderful, beautiful smell. Probably one of his favorites.

“This is so cool,” he whispered, in hushed awe as he slipped into the passenger seat.

There was a backseat, but there was almost no windows back there, and barely any space, and he wanted to see. Not be trapped and blind to everything happening. So Jason buckled himself into the passenger seat and just hoped Bruce wouldn’t make him move.

But Bruce just walked around to the driver door, smiling softly as he slid in and buckled himself in. “Feeling good?” he asked, as he dropped the key into the cup holder.

Good????

Jason was fucking ecstatic.

“Are you gonna go fast?”

In answer, Bruce pressed down on the brake and pressed the start button, then revved the engine loudly.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Jason said under his breath, trying not to grin too wide when Bruce put the car in drive and slowly pulled out of the parking spot.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” Bruce said. Jason didn’t even have enough time to agree, though, before Bruce lined the car up with the garage door and then gunned it.

Mostly because Jason was too busy laughing, watching the trees and bushes that lined the driveway speed by.

He only had to slow down a little for the gate, because somehow he told it to start opening before they got anywhere near it.

“You’re gonna get pulled over,” Jason said, through his laughter as Bruce hit 60 MPH out on the road outside the estate. On a road with a speed limit of 20.

“Probably,” Bruce agreed, obviously not caring one bit as he shifted gears and started going faster.

The car only his 70, though, before he slowed down to come to a stop sign at the end of their long, semi-private road.

“Okay, we have a couple options here,” Bruce said, looking over at Jason, “There’s a high school with a large parking lot we can play in, or there’s an industrial area with a network of roads that are deserted on Saturdays. Which do you think sounds better?”

Jason fidgeted in his chair, but asked, “Which one can you go faster on?”

“The industrial complex,” Bruce said, immediately turning the car to the left and zipping off again.

Bruce did keep the speed down, though, as they drove through all the little neighborhoods. Which was probably good, because Jason saw a few kids playing in their yards, and hitting a kid would probably be super bad.

But it only took a couple minutes before they were suddenly staring at a wide open straight road.

A huge wide open straight road, with four lanes running in either direction.

Obviously it was meant for tons and tons of traffic, but true to Bruce’s word, it was completely deserted.

“This was built up to be a large industry area,” Bruce explained, as he pulled onto the road and came to a stop right in the middle of it, “and there ended up being only two companies to move here. It’s one of my favorite places to play with a car.”

“It looks like a race track,” Jason observed, leaning forward in his seat so he could see over the dash, at the brake marks on the street right in front of them.

“It’s used as one. Ready?”

Quickly, Jason sat back in his seat again and nodded enthusiastically.

He was so ready.

Bruce smiled and put one hand on the wheel, the other on the clutch, then floored it.

Jason it thrown back into the seat hard, they accelerated so fast.

And all Jason could do was laugh.

Bruce treated the road like it’s a race track, circling it several times, making the car slide sometimes in his turns, the tires squealing as he did, every single time making Jason laugh harder.

It was the coolest fucking thing Jason had ever done.

They drove for nearly half an hour, Bruce driving around some of the smaller roads around the big huge buildings, and even doing a donut in the middle of a parking lot. Jason just knew that had to be terrible for the tires, but it was so cool to do.

So, so cool.

But eventually, Bruce did turn back to the manor, and by then, Jason’s stomach and cheeks hurt from laughing so much.

“You like this car, huh?” Bruce said, once they were going slow again, back through the neighborhoods with the kids.

“This is like, my dream car, dude,” Jason said, sitting back up to look at all the buttons on the dash. He hadn’t paid much attention to any of them. “Or, well, one of them.”

He had technically just learned about it a few days before, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t instantly become a dream car.

Bruce held a hand out, motioning at the radio as if saying ‘go ahead, mess with it,’ so Jason did.

He pressed all the buttons.

“Why is a Hellcat one of your dream cars?” Bruce asked, after Jason had figured out how to work the radio and was flipping through the seventy-billion satellite channels.

“I watched a bunch of youtube videos about these the other day,” he said, “I thought they were so cool with the red key. And badass looking too. I didn’t know you had one.”

“What are your other dream cars?” Bruce asked, as he grabbed the red key from the cup holder and held it out for Jason to take.

Happily, Jason took it and started inspecting it, looking at all the buttons in it, before he found a little switch that released the actual key from inside.

Although, obviously the car didn’t need the key. It needed the chip inside the key, that told the computer it was present.

“There’s a lot,” Jason eventually said, as he kept playing with the key. He couldn’t really think of car names, though. “I’ve seen a lot of really cool cars. I just never got to research them until, ya know. You gave me a laptop and stuff.”

“Right,” Bruce said, slowly, “What have you been researching on your laptop?”

“I saw an episode of some show about Roush Mustangs,” Jason said, as he dropped the key back into the cupholder and pulled his legs up on the seat, to sit criss crossed, “those look cool. Although your lambo is way cooler. Your Tesla is awesome, too. I always wanted to see a Tesla in person, then you had one.”

“The Tesla is my favorite commuter car,” Bruce said, as he shifted gears and sped up, now they were back on the semi-private road that led to the manor, “but almost all my other cars are more fun to drive.”

Jason nodded. He could see that, since the Tesla literally drove itself. “This one looks so fun to drive.”

“Tell you what,” Bruce said, once he reached the gate to the manor. This time, he had to come to a complete stop and type in his code and do the eye thing, “If you’re still here when you’re 15, I’ll tech you to drive on this car.”

“What?” Jason said, a little stunned. Because, “really??” He hadn’t even… thought that far ahead.

Not like that, at least. He’d only thought about getting through living with Bruce until he was 18, so he could move out and go to college.

But obviously if he was going to make it to 18, that would mean being here when he was 15 or 16, and…. well. That was when kids were supposed to learn to drive.

Why would he have ever thought Bruce would do that, though?? Teach him to drive??

That was what parents were supposed to do for their kids, and Jason was just a foster kid Bruce got stuck with, because Gordon made Bruce take him.

But, but, but… Bruce said he cared about him… so…

“With the red key?” Jason eventually asked, as Bruce pulled the car into the garage, and started slowly backing it up into its spot.

He paused, however, to give Jason a flat look as he said, “No.” He couldn’t hold the face, though, because he started laughing and added, “No way, with the regular key.”

“Aw.”

Although he supposed 500 horsepower was nothing to sneeze at.

“But,” Bruce said, “I might let you test out the red key, once you prove you’re a good driver.”

“Really?” Jason asked, sitting up straighter in his seat, trying to gauge Bruce’s sincerity.

He didn’t look like he was lying, so Jason cheered, “All right! I can’t wait to be 15.”

“Why don’t you focus on turning 13, first,” Bruce said, cutting the car off.

“Fine,” Jason whined, collapsing back into his seat dramatically. He righted himself quickly, though, to unfasten his seatbelt and hop out. “That was so cool, though.”

Bruce got out of the car himself, and just watched with a smile as Jason bounced up to the front of the car, to look at it and all the bugs they picked up.

Poor bugs, they didn’t stand a chance.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Jason whirled around, a second later, when Alfred cleared his throat from the manor door.

“If you gentlemen are done, lunch has been waiting for you for quite a while. Do come eat it before it gets any colder.”

“Sorry, Alfred,” Jason said, at the same time Bruce said, “Sure thing, Alf.”

Alfred quickly retreated, so Jason turned to Bruce and asked, “Is he mad at us?”

“Nah.” Bruce shut his door and started walking to the manor door, but stopped when Jason didn’t start moving in step. “He’s not mad, Jason. That’s the face he makes when he’s very happy and doesn’t know how to show it.”

“Oh.” He wasn’t quite sure why Alfred would be ‘very happy,’ but Jason wouldn’t complain about that.

Bruce took a step forward, so this time Jason followed along, and stopped on the steps as Bruce put the key back in the box.

“You’re really going to teach me how to drive on that?” he asked, pointing back at the Hellcat. He kind of had a hard time believing it.

“Yes, I promise,” Bruce said, smiling when Jason shot him a grin.

“All right!” Jason cheered, grinning so wide his face started hurting again. “No take backs, okay?” he said, holding his fist out toward Bruce, “Fist bump.”

Now it was Bruce’s turn to be startled, apparently, because he looked at Jason’s fist like he had no idea what to do as he said, “What?”

“You’re hopeless,” Jason groaned, slouching dramatically before he straightened up and reached for one of Bruce’s hands. “Look, it’s easy.”

Bruce lifted his hand cautiously, and let Jason forced his fingers to form a fist as he said, “Make a fist. There. Okay, now pound it.” Jason make his own fist again and bumped it against Bruce’s hand, grinning wide again. “There. No take backs, we fist bumped.”

“Uh, yes,” Bruce said, like he couldn’t figure out what to fucking say. His smile grew wide, though, and then morphed into something fonder. “I swear it, no take backs.”

Jason fidgeted, under Bruce’s stare, so he quickly pushed open the door as he said, “Come on. Alfred said lunch is getting cold.”

He didn’t want to think about whatever Bruce was thinking.

They’d just had a freaking awesome time, Jason was not about to ruin it. No sir.

So he skipped on ahead, to the kitchen where Alfred had a couple paninis sitting on the counter, and just focused on the fact that Bruce was going to teach him to drive.

In the Hellcat.

All because Jason liked the car.

How fucking awesome was that????

This is chapter 46 of Reclaiming Innocence, slightly edited to read as a one-shot. Link to story can be found on my masterlist.

#Jason Todd #Robin #Baby Jason #Bruce Wayne #Batman #Batfam #Red HOod #This is a modified chapter from a longfic #i modified it to make it read more like a one shot #and also to make it ' no archive warnings apply'#fic is called Reclaiming Innocence on Ao3 by MurtaghMorzanson (me)#c writes

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khrmutual · 5 years ago

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What's your favorite kind of KHR fanfictions ?

Hmm, that's actually a great question. KHR is a bit of a different beast for me than most other fandoms, because I'm really picky with khr fic these days and have a low tolerance for stuff that seems off to me. But! I do have some general favorites that definitely apply to KHR fic.

I really do adore time travel AU/dimension travel/that parallel universe gimmick, that's a personal favorite that spans across fandoms, not just KHR fic though. I like the idea of twin fic, but the execution is so iffy here that I don't touch most of it. I love fantasy AUs, and I'm a big fan of crossovers between khr and bnha! They're generally pretty fun, though I have gotten pickier as the volume of them has increased.

I think I've mentioned these here before? I cant quite remember though so I'm not really sure. I have a lot of trouble finding fic because I love gen fic and long fic, so it's hard to find fanfic that qualifies!

I'm gonna use this as an excuse to plug some fic I like, because yeah! You're free to add your own recs so long as they're not explicit and don't contain pedophilia or incest (Hate that I have to say that last part aa,,,):

outside the ring by Rathalos

the future is not what you've seen by Rathalos

who says heroes can't cry by Lovesickdays (just found it today.)

for the heroes, a will. by arurun

Under a Different Sky (Series) by mangogreent

The Restaurant with Sushi That's Out of This World by Luki

Generation Cross by Luki

Sidelines by esama

Duality by wroth_and_ruin (genuinely one of my favorite crossover fics of all time)

The Three Stooges Fight God, or Fran, Lambo, and I-Pin's Guide to Torturing Your DM by SnappleFics

#.txt #people talking at me #khr #khr fic #fic talk #fic recs #fanfic #fanfiction #tropes #katekyo hitman reborn!#katekyo home tutor #katekyoshihitmanreborn #katekyo hitman reborn

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douma-s-bride · 6 years ago

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Kny x Khr(katekyo hitman reborn)

long post ahead im sorry im on a friggin phone so bear with me and buckle up owo

Maybe ill write some crossovers hc but @lightofthedeep did amazing fanarts and wrote some really cool stuff: here

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i wanted to try to associate some kny characters to the dying will flames from reborn. Im only going with the primary one but some characters might have some characterestic of 2 tho I don't feel competant enough to go with the earth ones. My list is not perfect feel free to disagree and put your input. There will be spoilers from both of those fandom mostly for the kny manga. I also used those post:here, here, here and here to help with my decisions. I recommend you read them if you want to have a better insight or if you are curious.

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Tanjirou Kamado: 100% a sky flame user. He share some similarities with Tsuna. He does'nt seem to be the type willing to take the lead but he have the capacities to do so. His sense of smell goes well with the sky flames insight and the principal harmony characteristic of the sky flame. I wouls see him using the hyper intuition.

Nezuko kamado: I had to think really hard becsuse I am leaning toward sun and lighthning since both of those flames traits applies to her a lot but surprisingly lighthing. Her fighting is close to the sun users characteristics support both offensive and deffensive and healing but with the impulsivity of lighthning users. She goes straightfowards using he demon blood art technique thay can be destructive at the risk at turning completely to a demon. Also her ambition to protect is very strong.

Zenitsu Agatsuma: 100% lightning not because of his breath but because of his impulsivity. He shares some traits with Lambo who needs to be reassured constantly and they both do their best. Also lightning users are both on the defense and offence and can be pretty dammaging if we look at his first form.

Inosuke Hashibira: surprisingly a rain user but he does have some of the storms users characteristics. He is also a bit similar to Squalo. Inosuke tends to starts fight tho he is'nt the one to back down and at one point he questions his strengh in a similar way Yamamoto did. The principal trait I identify him with the rain flame is thay rain users tends to be supports, they slows down the ennemy or does a diversion the best exemple would be the fight against Douma.

Tamayo: a mist she have that mysterious vibe i get from her and her blood demon art techniques are closes to what mist users does they stands on non close combat.

Yushiro: a lighting when it comes to tamayo he will do anything to protect her and he also got the impulsive of mpst of the lightnings.

Sabito: sun, he his the one to tell Tanjirou to surpass his limit and his proeficient in his training and his abilities in a fight.

Makomo: Mist, the way she talk reminds me of mist user they are also observant and we can see that when she helps Tanjirou with his training.

Kanao Tsuyuri: A mist flame user I think she shares some traits with Chrome Dokuro like they both struggles to make their own desicions at the begining. Also Kanao having a good eyeshieght and the last form of the breath of the flower reminds me of the vongola gear lenses.

Genya Shinazugawa: Another lightning user, he fights from the side lines and got the impulsivity and ambition of becoming a pillar so Sanemi can accept him.

Oyakata sama: Sky, he has that calming aura that bring peace and harmony, his pillars respect him deeply. He easily accept the kamado sibling situation.

Mitsuri Kanroji: Sun she is active on her physical strenght, she is supportive of everyone and is'nt afraid to show it.

Iguro Obanai: A cloud flame , he kind of reminds me of Hibari, He does his thinga on his on way and does'nt really cares about others opinion.

Himejima gyomei: lightning, he his a strong support and he have a good defense. He isn't mich impulvise as others lightning users but he is loyal to oyakata.

Giyuu Tomioka: A rain user, he does'nt tends to goes in fights but is drawn to them due to his job. I can see some parallels with yamamoto when he questions himself about his position as a pillar.

Shinobu Koucho: surprisingly a storm flame user, their main caracteristic are desintegration and desctruction it can applies well to her poisons. Also storm users have strong desires and it can be self-destructive do I have to remind you wich drastic measures she had to take to kill douma.

Rengoku Kyoujurou: A sun user. Sun users are active in and out the battlefield, they rely to mostly strenght and/or speed. Rengoku is super passionate and supportive he used his skilled to protect a lot of people in the train arc.

Sanemi Shinazugawa: Storm, his breath of the wind is pretty destructive. Storms users tend to get in arguments easily. He did'nt hesitate to draws his own blood to prove a point.

Uzui Tengen: Sun he his present for those around him. He posses a great strenght and speed. Sound goes well with the activation characterestic of sun flames and put his energy in takong care of his wives.

Muichirou Tokito: mist what can i say he fits fits with most of mist flames users. we can see he is elusive and he can change after his encounter with tanjirou in the hidden village. He kind of reminds me of Fran.

Muzan Kibutsuji: Surprisingly a sky flame user. He would be able to use the flame of wrath xanxus uses since it's a combinaison of both sky and storm and he reminds me way too much of oresent xanxus. The harmony characteristic of the sky flame can be seen in Muzan. in a way he hates changes and he want to keep the hierarchy of the 12 moon the same for the longest decade.

Kokushibou: storm i mean did you saw him fight against three pillar he is in the center of that battle and have a good offense. Also the complex he had woith his brother illustrate some of his desire i dont really know how to word it.

Douma: If we take in consideration his lack of emotions and beliefs im not totally sure if he would have a peticullar flame since flame users needs to have a strong resolve to develop a flame. Tho if we set asides that he would surprisingly be a sky flame userbecause of his polyvalent style of combat. He understands how others act/react in battles pretty quickly and him being a cult leader he knows what to do to keep it at peace. He reminds me of Byakuran because of that goddamn fake smiles and the playful act.

Akaza: A sun type he focus a lot on getting stronger and his fighthing style is pretty similar to Ryohei's punches. He does'nt hesitate to speak his mind with enemies he finds strong.

Hantengu: cloud, he his cetain he is innocent despites what his actions and he multiply trough his differents personalities.

Gyokko: Cloud his skills of turning things to fish go along the propagation ascpect of the cloud users also he won't change his manner and artworrks usually stay the same.

Daki: lightning she got the impulsivity when it comes to her childish behavior she also take what she want and the uses of her sash is pretty convinient of the offence and defense.

Gyutaro: A cloud user his poison his dangerous and goes with the propagation aspect. he have a lot of pride and he won't change anytime soon.

Enmu tami: Well it's kind of obvious he is a mist user. Those users are eluvise and act from the sidelines and non in hands on hands. Enmu blood demon art is close to illusions. He would have a secondary cloud because Enmu is the type to calculate a precise plans and have some difficulty to adapt to changes.

Rui: storm He goes to great lenght to achieve his desire of feeling bonds with his fake familly. When he battles he does not hides his killing intents and his skills are destructive.

Kaigaku: a storm, he got a strong desire of being reconized by others even at the cost of becoming a demon himself.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny spoilers #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #reborn #demon slayer #tanjirou kamado #zenitsu agatsuma #inosuke hashibira #tsunayoshi sawada #crossover #dying will flame

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trilies · 5 years ago

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Someone tried to come up with a “sfwrarepair week” for a fandom i’m in because they had problems with the mods of the actual rarepair week shutting down wank and being open to all rarepairs

but their interest post was, like. terrible.

and i had to write a super long response to it because it frustrated me so much, with the op clearly not caring about actual csa survivors despite ~wanting to help them~

but then the post disappeared from the main tag and i couldn’t reblog the post even from the op’s original site and so this has just been hanging around in a plurk paste i’ve had open for weeks now, so i figured i should just fling it out there because i’m not wasting that work lmao

This post (and if I’m honest, the base idea) is actually harmful to actual CSA survivors and I’d like to call attention to this, especially since the OP isn’t giving the impression that they’re interested in the words of an actual CSA survivor.

I’m going to go in order of the post to give my criticism.

1. “being a safespace for minors, csa victims, incest survivors, people of color, LGBT individuals, etc.”

If this were just about making people feel safe, then there would be zero need to judge or insult people outside the group as occurs repeatedly throughout this post - the focus would be on the people IN the group.

For that matter, you wouldn't make an open call for a group like this anyway because the people in it would all have different comfort levels, so you can't just go "oh all this content will be safe for you" - you don't even know what their needs are yet. How can you guarantee that?

“Safe” ships, even those defined by the OP, can still be written in a way that is triggering or problematic.

Triggers aren't just in what the relationship is, they can be in the subject matter or the theme or what happens in the fic and it's like...okay, how much are you screening for? How are you protecting your members beyond just screening what ships are allowed?

A group actually meant to help abuse survivors, people with triggers, etc would not just have a flat set of rules set out before it's even got members, it would be organically constructed with consideration to the people in it and what their specific needs are.

That is only speaking of CSA and incest survivors as well... because that’s all this post suggests. It offers nothing in terms of how it would explicitly help queer fans, or fans of color. What it does offer for CSA survivors? (The only one I would say I am qualified to speak of in terms of experience.) Only vague platitudes that, from my perspective, only apply to the ideal of CSA survivors. Not actual CSA survivors, like those who do ship things you don’t approve of because it helps them recover.

Which actually leads us to

2. “this means there would not be ANY pedophilic [...] ships”

First of all, as a CSA survivor: stop using “pedophilia” as a description for fictional ships. This dilutes both the actual meaning and the seriousness of the word, which in turn harms actual victims as that word is robbed from them. Use an actual definition.

Because that’s the second issue with this statement, in that there is no actual definition given. That is a problem in the current fandom climate because, along with diluting the seriousness of the word, the meaning now varies wildly from person to person.

By “pedophilic”, do you mean a ship featuring someone 18 or up with someone beneath that age? What about characters where it’s unclear, such as Xanxus, who was frozen at age 16 and one could argue that he’s still that age? Or that he’s not because anime? What about with a gimmick that features time travel, such as the canon instance of Hana liking TYL Lambo and not recognizing or liking him as 5 year old Lambo? Where do the Arcobaleno fit in any of this?

By “pedophilic”, do you mean any ships featuring characters that are under the age of 18? Is it only pedophilic if it’s an 18+ adult shipping them? How are you going to check for that? What about the canon time travel used as both a gimmick and an arc?

Other types who allege they’re against “pedophilic ships” have said that it’s any ship with a height difference, any age difference at all even if the characters are still both adults, if a character’s boobs are too small, if a character isn’t smart. And, yes, those are all things I’ve actually seen!

Or will you oblige anyone who claims a particular ship is pedophilic?

This vagueness is a problem. Admittedly, the vagueness was not started by you, but it was started by people who claimed the same intentions as you, OP, and if you’re going to make a claim that you want to help CSA survivors, then you need to be far more clear than this.

3. [the same thing but re: incest]

Admittedly, I’ve seen this as less of a problem with misusing incest, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t seen it at all. You may want to clarify that you mean explicit blood relations (for example, Bianchi and Gokudera) or... Well, I can’t recall anyone explicitly adopted, but the idea is the same there. None of the “they referred to each other as brothers, ignoring how that’s often used in a way that has nothing to do with incest, but so that makes it totally incest”.

4. “ otherwise harmful ships”

This is the largest red flag out of everything, and we’re not even past the first rule in the original post. This has a similar problem to everything else about this list of not-allowed ship, only it’s much worse because it’s target is arguably everything.

What do you mean by “harmful”, OP?

Do we judge “harmful” because of the characters, or because of the ship?

How will you regulate this incredibly harmful descriptor so that it isn’t misappropriated by bullies and harassers to silence fans, whether as them as a person or what they ship? Because I can guarantee you that I could come up with any completely bullshitted reason to hate on every single character or ship combination from KHR, and others easily could as well for malicious reasons.

This is a frankly terrible rule and, considering the kind of rampant bullying that comes from people who like to claim they’re against ““pedophilic”“ ships against CSA victims, I do not trust it. I do not trust it at all.

5. “this blog would NOT be in “competition” or in any kind of rivalry with the original khr rarepair week blog”

Now this is either an outright lie, or someone who has not considered their own words, and I could not tell you which is worse when it comes to a declaration of a “safe space” for minorities or people with trauma like CSA and incest survivors.

The entire original post ABSOLUTELY positions itself as competition to the actual khr rarepair week, not an alternative. Not only does it position itself as “competition”, but it tries to sell itself to people as the “better choice”.

It’s an attempt at a bit of sleight of hand. The post tries to show itself as friendly, just here to help people... But, as I stated before, if it really had an interest in helping people, it would focus on those people.

Instead, numerous times, you see the OP making judgment calls and negative comments to others - mainly implications of people participating in the actual khr rarepair week. There’s a series of connections throughout the entire post:

We start with “pedophilic ships” being banned to “help” CSA survivors in the first rule, and then leap from that to, in the second rule, “people who don’t feel comfortable in an event run by people who support pedo ships”.

(Reminder: still no idea on what ““pedo”“ ships even are by OP’s definition.)

So we’ve already started by associating the people participating in the regular khr rarepair week as the problem, instead of people simply not being comfortable with just the ships themselves - fictional things that are easily avoided.

Then, at the very end, the OP makes the explicit connection between ““pedo”“ ships and “freaks”.

So is the connection clear yet? The way they steadily escalate things until the implication at the very end? How that all does its best to frame KHR Rarepair Week as a negative? As something that Good People (tm) would never do unless they “must”? The implication that their “SFW” rarepair week is better?

So for the OP to claim they’re not trying to start anything, while their entire post ramps up the connection between khr rarepair week and Terrible Things (tm), is a... dubious claim at best.

The rest of the post isn’t that big a deal. It serves perfectly fine as a base interest check for half of it. However, the other half? That other half set off warning flags so intensely for me as a CSA survivor that I couldn’t stay quiet. I’m not saying this to be a “troll”, or to start trouble for no reason.

Additionally, that good half is tarnished by the problems of the bad half. If these are the red flags I feel they are, then that means if there are people in the group who harass others - I can already spot what-the-fuck-khr in there, a notable harasser who has called a CSA survivor a slur - then it weakens the promise to make this a truly safe space.

It’s simply that I’ve seen a lot of people claim they care about CSA survivors, a lot of fans who try to prop people like me up to signal their own virtue, only for them to turn around and lash out at CSA survivors like myself when we do not exist as only a prop, when we step a toe out of line.

If that happens again, then I don’t want anyone to be caught in that, especially some of the wonderful people I’m familiar with in the tags, such as [blank] or [blank]. I see a lot of red flags in there that I’ve seen harm other people when left unchecked.

If people want to give this a shot as run by the OP, that’s their right, and I wouldn’t take that away from them. I believe it is important to help and look after CSA survivors, especially us for one another. However, I feel like these criticisms are something anyone going for this should keep in mind, especially if they’re not CSA survivors.

Maybe I’m wrong about all of this. I will freely admit that the original post set me off something awful. Maybe some of my concerns are merely because this is an interest check post, and there wasn’t time for the OP to go indepth on just what they think “pedophilic” ships actually are, etc.

If that’s the case, then I’ll gladly have a discussion with the OP, if they truly care about CSA survivors and what is harmful to them. I’ll recant if I can be reassured this is all in good faith, and even support this endeavor.

However, as a CSA survivor, this post as it is worries and frustrates me.

#james shenanigans #here comes the ruckus

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iwillbeinmynest · 6 years ago

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Hold On Loosely - Biker!Steve x Reader (f) Chapter 4

Authors Notes: If you’d like to be tagged please send me an ask. I keep better track of tags that way.

Word Count: 1.6k

Special Thanks: Here’s to @itsanerdlife for fueling my Biker obsession and being my Beta for this whole thing. To my girl over at @girl-next-door-writes who also beta’ed for me. And an extra shout out to @bettercallsabs for this beautiful graphic. She is amazing and y’all need to check her out!!

Notes/Warnings: (My notes and warnings are for the story as a whole. Some notes and Warnings will not apply to every chapter.) smoking (I do not support smoking. keep your lungs clean y’all.) drinking, (be of age, don’t be stupid) minor violence, backstabbing, attempted murder, anxiety, stress, mentions of death, car accident, trauma, …I think that’s it. let me know if I’ve missed something.

Chapter 4

Y/N had been in her office for nearly two hours sorting out paperwork. She hadn’t been kidding when she’d said that everything was in one pile. As Steve periodically checked on her, he saw just how extensive her organizing was. There were little piles everywhere, all over the floor and even some on her desk.

Steve was leaning on the door frame to her office for what was probably the third time that night. He watched as she sat in the floor sorting through the half tackled stack of papers, with her earbuds in, when Steve heard a knock at the door. He definitely wasn’t expecting anyone so his guard jumped up. He didn’t want to disturb Y/N, who clearly hadn’t heard the sound so, he checked on it himself.

He looked through the peep hole to see a somewhat familiar face and he opened the door.

“Oh, is Y/N home?” The curly blonde asked with a smile that made Steve even more guarded.

“Have we met?” He asked, deliberately not answering her question.

She somehow managed to smile even wider. “Yes, a few nights ago at the bar. I’m Mandie.”

Oh, Mandie. The girl who wouldn’t stop flirting with him and left Y/N without a ride home. Yeah, he remembered her now.

“Right, Mandie. Yeah. Well, Y/N can’t come to the door right now. I’ll let her know you stopped by.” Steve inched the door closed and Mandie stomped her foot in the way.

“Oh my gosh, were you two- I don’t believe it.” Mandie rolled her eyes and looked genuinely annoyed. “Figures.”

“Were we what?” Steve questioned sternly. Whatever she thought was happening was none of her business and it really pissed him off that she was getting annoyed with Y/N when it should be the other way around. “Say how’s Quill?”

“Who?” She sassed.

“Peter Quill, the biker you left Y/N at the bar for? He hit it and quit it didn’t he?” Truth was, Steve had no idea what she and Quill were up to and frankly he didn’t care but he knew he’d make her mad and that was really his only goal. It was stupid for her to show up here. She can’t possibly be a good friend of Y/N’s, friends don’t abandon each other.

“Excuse me?” Her anger was very clear as she finally stepped back.

Mission accomplished. “Have a nice night.” Steve closed the door and huffed. He shouldn’t have been so rude to her but, something in him, that stupid need to defend Y/N, kept his self control at bay.

He walked back to the office to find Y/N sniffing and wiping her eyes. “Hey, are you okay?” He kneeled down to the floor and put a hand across her back.

She shook her head and took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. It’s just...” She didn’t really know why she’d started crying. She just did.

Steve sat beside her on the floor. He was nervous but he figured there wasn’t any reason not to ask, “How did it happened? How’d you lost Danny?”

She sighed and her eyes zoned into the rug beneath them. For a moment it was as if she were in a completely different place.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want.” Steve offered, not wanting to pressure her.

She snapped back from wherever she went. “No, It’s fine. He, um… Well, he was hit by a drunk driver.”

Steve’s brows pulled down as he watched how sad talking about Danny made her look.

Y/N’s left thumb was rubbing her wedding ring on her finger. “Some moron got plastered at five in the afternoon and decided to cruise his Lambo through downtown at 95 miles an hour. It had been raining all day so, when he decided to Fast and Furious a sharp turn, the car hydroplaned and spun out, crashing into the coffee shop on the corner.”

Her hands had stopped moving and when Steve looked over at her in her pause, he could see her trembling.

Steve frowned. “I remember hearing about that.”

“Danny was meeting with a client and they decided to take the corner table at the window.”

Steve winced and clenched his jaw.

“The police showed me the security footage.” She dropped her head into her hands and shook it, rubbing her eyes at the same time. She sucked in a breath, lifted her head and went on. “Yeah, that wasn't fun. But, he didn’t see it coming so I'm thankful he didn't suffer. He wouldn't have deserved that…”

“I'm sorry.”

She shook her head. “You don’t need to apologize, you didn't do anything.” She sniffed and was finally able to pull herself together. Surprisingly to her, talking about it actually helped. Or was it talking to Steve that helped?

“I'm sorry it happened and I’m sorry that talking about it upset you.”

She nodded. “It was almost three years ago, it’s fine.”

There was a silence between them that wasn’t meant to be filled. Steve leaned back from her and crossed his arms over his knees. He wasn’t sure why but, he suddenly felt like he was invading her space both emotionally and physically.

“Oh, um, your friend Mandie showed up a few minutes ago, I sent her home but, just wanted you to know.” Steve got up from the floor.

“Mandie isn’t really my friend. I’ve known her since college but she’s kind of awful to me.” Y/N went back to her paperwork.

“I don’t feel so bad about being rude to her then.” It was true. Knowing that Y/N didn’t really like her made him feel better.

Y/N looked up at him with a crooked brow. “Why were you rude?”

“She was trying to figure out why I was here. She implied we were sleeping together.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Good grief. Let me guess, she was ticked off.”

“Yeah, kinda. How’d you know?”

“Because she told me that night, at the bar, that she was trying and go home with a biker. And she picked you.” Y/N grinned. “When you wouldn’t give her the time of day, she got mad and settled for someone else.”

“Yeah, Peter from the Miami Devils. Their Pres Scott said they were riding through. I like Scott alright but Peter is a thief and a womanizer.” Steve shook his head. “He’s a troublemaker and if your friend knows what’s good for her she’ll forget about him.”

“Again, not really a friend.” Y/N reminded him. “I couldn't care less about her love life. I’m just glad you didn’t fall for her games.”

Steve perked up a little at that and then he told himself to calm down. Sure, maybe she was glad he didn’t go home with Mandie because she likes him and would be jealous but, and the more likely reason she’d said that, was just because she didn’t like Mandie.

"So, a cherry red bike." She changed the subject as she went back to looking through her papers. "A little cliche, isn't it?"

"What? No way." Steve looked out the window at his bike. "Red is classy."

"Since when are bikers classy?" She flirted for a second before clearing her throat and flushing red. “I’m almost done, I think. Just this small stack left and then I’ll only need to take a few files with me.”

Steve nodded. “Bucky text me a while ago and said the last thing Nat wanted done was to replace all of your stolen stuff and have a cleaning service come through.”

Y/N’s head snapped up. “What? No! I can’t let her do that! She’s already done so much for me, I can’t let her do that. Please tell her...I’ll come home tomorrow. I’ll get out of y’all’s way and you can have things back to normal again. I can replace my stuff with the money from my insurance-”

“Y/N,” Steve raised his hands in surrender. “That’s all she’s doing. She had Sam make all the insurance calls and the company is sending a check. She just didn’t want you to worry about it.”

The more Y/N thought about it, the more she realized she had completely spaced after the break in. She didn’t call the police or the insurance company. “I guess I kinda shut down, didn’t I? I’m sorry.”

“Didn’t bother anyone. We get it.” Steve offered some sympathy. “Most of us, in one way or another, have dealt with some trauma. We thought the break in was yours but, now I see it was more about Danny.”

Y/N nodded. “I know I seem a little crazy to still be attached after he’s been gone for so long but…” She wasn’t sure how to explain.

Steve shook his head. “I don’t think you’re crazy, Y/N. It’s clear that you love him. But I hope you know that just because his things are gone doesn’t mean you’re going to forget him.”

Y/N didn’t say anything, she just nodded and chewed on her bottom lip. She knew he was right but it was still awful to have lost it all.

Somehow though, she felt like losing all of Danny’s things was a way of life forcing her to move on. She had known for some time that she’d waited long enough and she should start dating again but that was a scary thought. Or, it was, until Steve showed up.

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jacksgreysays · 6 years ago

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One of my favorite fandom things is to see the protagonists of other stories as the background characters in fanfic for a completely different story. An example would be, say, the Inuyasha cast as the background ninja manning a border outpost. Not as protagonists in their own rights, but as obviously enough themselves that you can fill out their stories, lol. Do you have any characters you think would be great for that? Even OCs! And how would you need to adapt them to not be protagonists?

I also enjoy that trope! I don’t see it as often as I like? Or, well, I don’t see it often as more than just “I needed five names and I might as well use these names” as opposed to a more integrated “these five characters would work well in this universe, here’s a little easter egg for my readers”

I do something similar in Naruto/DoS fic… maybe not “protagonists” of other stories but definitely would-have-been secondary characters in other stories are still around.

For example, the teammates of my other Naruto fic. In Counterpoise it’s Ringo Nohara and Zakuro Yuuhi who graduated two years before the Rookie Nine and then in Externality it’s Komadori Ouba who graduated the same year as Team Gai. And then, I guess, arguably Kiyoshi Utsugi who is the main character in (In)Difference and possibly Kakashi’s mom?

All three of them are alternate universes but the first two–Counterpoise and Externality, that is–are alternate universes in a different way from (In)Difference. Because Counterpoise and Externality are “what if X character existed and were relevant to Naruto/Naruto’s story” ie Konran, Naruto’s twin sister or Tetsuki who helps Naruto graduate a year early and thus becomes his genin teammate.

Whereas (In)Difference is an AU of “what if Kakashi’s mom was an SI!OC/had knowledge of canon” even though, when I was first building her I didn’t make her with being Kakashi’s mom in mind. I made her to be a kunoichi of an age with the Sannin and then had to figure out what would make a good teammate for Dan Katou (aka Tsunade’s boyfriend) and That One Guy who was on the same mission as when Dan died and who ACTUALLY HAD A NAME? aka Kunugi Mokume. So, like… with those two in mind, who would make a good teammate abilities-wise and then… it just kind of… grew into well, I guess she’s Kakashi’s mom.

I’m getting off track. So… even through (In)Difference is an AU, Kakashi obviously still exists so his mom must still exist so I just generally use “Kiyoshi Utsugi” as his mom whether or not it’s the (In)Difference version who has canon knowledge or not. But in Counterpoise and Externality, that’s the only instance in which Konran Uzumaki and Tetsuki Kaiza exist [in the Naruto world]. But their would-have-been-teammates still exist without them, so I use them pretty frequently as like. “Oh, I need a character who’s approximately this age and would be in the RnD department. Let’s use Komadori” Or “Hey, this person is going to the hospital but it’s not a major injury so they’d have a baby medic look at it, here’s Ringo.”

I actually designed Ringo and Zakuro to be the “those two guys” for the Konoha Twelve? Like, not part of the group, obviously, but a background sort of… like Izumo and Kotetsu?

So, I guess, the how do I do it for these characters is more of a… well… I took away their genin teammate so they didn’t pass their assigned jounin-sensei’s test so they went into Genin Corps/Medic Corps/had an apprenticeship or whatever… which I guess is kind of bleak.

Um…

I also had a fairly recent almost-use of this concept. In more of a fleeting daydream-y than a full brainstorm-y way and it had more to do with a reaction to a BnHA fanfic I read that then spun wildly out of control…

I should try to make a proper post out of it since it’s the advent calendar:

Fake Fic Summaries, 25/? the Alternate Lightning edition (2019-12-17)

Strikes But Does Not Roar

Izuku never gets One For All. He doesn’t go to UA. He doesn’t become a Hero.

But heroism isn’t just for the professionals. Neither is happiness or Family.

It’s a vigilante!Izuku, basically. But, specifically, a KHR!vigilante!Izuku.

I’m talking a reverse Tetsuki Kaiza ‘verse!

Just kidding, knowledge of Tetsuki Kaiza is not needed (ALTHOUGH)

The idea actually came to me as a weird knee-jerk response to bakudeku fic Just Like The Comics by brichibi which I do recommend if you A) like bakudeku fic, B) like AUs, and C) like screaming at your screen when fictional characters are having mutual pining romantic drama but also legitimate relationship issues and not just RomCom-esque misunderstandings

It’s a very complex set of feelings.

And without getting too much into spoiler territory, there was a lot of discussion of Achieving Your Dream versus Being Happy and because I still have conflicting feelings about the bakudeku ship, part of me was like… okay, but what if an AU of this fic in which Izuku decided, well, just because I can’t be a hero doesn’t mean I can’t help people still in the most dangerous way possible.

And then I also thought, a little bit, how… not funny… but a greater slap in the face to Bakugou if Izuku started dating someone who, on the surface, was very much like him but on the surface a worse version. Like, on paper that is. Because Bakugou is probably very handsome, if he weren’t always so >:(, and very smart and successful and devoted to being a hero. Great, fantastic, Bakugou will probably achieve his dream of being the number one hero with or without Izuku.

But will he be happy?

Versus, Izuku in this AU will never achieve his dream. Has, actually, given up on his dream or, at least, the original version of his dream. But he can still help people. And if he happens to find happiness with a loud, pale-haired, bright eyed, muscular vigilante whose punches can kind of explode things then… well… Ryohei Sasagawa is not the smartest of dudes, but he is a good sunshine boy who I and Tetsuki love very much.

So this AU takes the brichibi’s theme of Achieving Your Dream vs Being Happy and twists it into an unhappy ending (for Bakugou, at least) because instead of both of them getting both, each of them only get one.

Well, that’s the origin of the AU, but it kinda took a life of its own when I decided to use KHR characters and this is where this weird fake fic summary finally becomes relevant to your ask, lionheadbookends, because it wasn’t just the idea of Ryohei vaguely looking like Bakugou and rubbing salt in a broken up bakudeku’s wound. It also wasn’t even the fact that IZUKU IS COVERED IN GREEN LIGHTNING WHENEVER HE USES OFA. It also also wasn’t even the whole “Vongola started off as a vigilante group” thing, though all of these did help, of course.

But the cold, brutal thought that in this world of quirks–where Izuku’s misery comes from being quirkless–that another boy who had been so bullied and ridiculed and given a cruel nickname would also be quirkless… and still, eventually, find happiness despite it. That’s right, I’m talking about Dame-Tsuna.

And, okay, I suppose I have to decided whether or not Dying Will Flames exist. I do know they are independent of quirks if they do exist. And while I would love to stick with the theme of “you don’t need powers to be a hero” I have no idea how Tsuna’s Guardians would have formed around him (specifically, Gokudera, Mukuro, and Lambo… although as an Actual Child, he will not be holding the Guardian title… if they even do still structure themselves that way)

Anyway, Tsuna is quirkless as well and all of his “Guardians” have weak quirks or quirks that aren’t applicable to being a hero but they still go out and be vigilantes anyway. Like, for example, Ryohei probably has a minor healing quirk. He did not want to be a doctor. But he likes helping people, even if its not through his quirk, and he wasn’t going to not help people just because his quirk didn’t match up to his methods. (Kyoko also has a minor healing quirk, and while she did go into the medical field she decided to be a NEUROSURGEON where her quirk isn’t exactly useless but doesn’t really apply during the main part of CUTTING PEOPLE’S BRAINS).

And Izuku probably falls into this group because he, I dunno, decides to take some self defense classes finally and Ryohei’s either the teacher or an assistant or something and that’s their meet cute but really it’s the introduction to Izuku being like… the friendly boy who I maybe like has way more bruises on his face than class sparring explains? WTF? He’s going out at night and fighting crime illegally with a bunch of his friends? (With or without Dying Will Flames) and then Izuku is just like… I WANT IN.

Anyway, because this is from Izuku’s POV, it does make the KHR squad into the non-protagonists. Not necessarily “background” characters, but secondary characters for sure. Although if we focus on the unrequited bakudeku aspect of it, then the vigilantism does become the “background” for the “childhood friends and former high school sweethearts dichotomy drama of Achieving Your Dream vs Being Happy…”

Tetsuki might exist here but definitely as a background character. She does a lot of undercover stuff as in canon for Trailblazers

… this probably isn’t what you wanted, lionheadbookends…

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We disagree on some stuff and we fight over things it's not massively violent but their fights and these clones get in the middle and trying to make it very violent they've been doing it for a long time and they've been getting worn down too and soon we're going to face foreigners and we're not going to be ready and they're already working their way in. This would help us it would be our choice and it looks like we are excavating diamonds again the clones but offshore Florida so we're in trouble and it has to do with this giant stuff and this will raise attention cuz we're going to try and get this thing going with him being grandmaster and he says if I can't do that job I might be able to do another that might even have me in the rain dressed up a ushering people in and then at the end of the show ushering people out as an assistant to Ben Arnold and he says yes that's also a job cuz grandmasters I might not feel this speak at all. He's laughing cuz he gets out there and freezes he's going to be mad but he'll walk off and get a little froze huh yeah just nods. Now remember him it Wentworth and he had a hard time public speaking and Billy's he was making a lot harder he got it done but it's very monotone and he was staring off at nothing and he looked at us a little and it got way worse and I think it's because Billy c wanted him to feel maladjusted what he said was he's trying to remember all the subject matter and people like distracting him by looking at them it's very technical stuff I just worried about getting the grade so it sounded like an engineer it looked like one you know he knew what he's talking about and it's still applies he knows a lot of the stuff but I think that would be a lot of fun to even having him and as an assistant cuz he opened the doors with someone else and Ray thinks it'll be her usually it's a man and a woman and Hera thinks she can squeeze in as Jen or Melissa or the Jersey girl or Carol Berman or Carol Bernhardt or Sunday or Miss Powers Suzanne all these girls might try and get in there so I'm starting to see it could be valuable and we'll see what the clones are up to and by golly it's a winner either way and he says if there's an assistant or not to be two women if he's grandmaster or myself and my wife I think we might do it that way in case we have to rescue you. Instead of his face is whole body might paralyze it's funny because he's stiff as a board and he's imagining us carrying him and he goes you should see what it's like. So I got to tell him he's got a lot of nerves but not when it comes down to it it says maybe if I surveil the scene when I'm doing it cuz I don't want to surveilling the scene when I'm doing it it's not what I'll make it easier damn it. Lol

That was Ben Arnold and it's me Thor and Freya and yeah Hera is ecstatic and she's finding this to be a good idea and it's reviving a little no a lot the place is haywire they're putting up on the tents they're going to make a huge accident in a big circumstant and it's going to go nuts everybody's nuts about this and they might start your superhero version especially if you did grandmaster for even a day so now it's going to be on everybody wants to do it and they're trying to figure out how to do it and some people want to imitate you even been Arnold might do a lip sync thing it's like oh no where I am and stuff so and it does. So they're going to go through a bunch of that and they're trying to get the midget act with a little choppers and the little cars and they're very small cars it's a lot of fun and jeeps and other type of cars and the mini Lambo and many Ferrari and there are a lot of them, if they bring hours a real cool looking cuz they're they're very authentic. Now it's time to tell people this is going to happen tonight is a lot happening War of the worlds is heating up they're trying to get ships they're evacuating huge numbers it's still like 20% or 30% and what they were last week which is not that much and people say it's more but I don't think so they kept going and going and they still are and tonight that's going to be a huge exited today and really 10% left is a huge huge excess and today it's going to be tonight will be more and it'll be a lot more maybe 15% and they'll be small by tomorrow I know your phones are excavating and BJ and his will go take a look and some people know where the parts are being made and they are going to try and take it over and yeah bja Trump knows about other places and they're both going to get clobbered I'm taking a whittle away at those clones.

It's a huge deal there's a lot of people after us and this is kind of a lot of fun and it is a sidebar but boy it was sold a lot of those choppers the mini choppers the little ones huge numbers and they're through the roof you have to understand that the smaller one then see this is when you can register it's like the one that blue and silver one BG was driving except the motor is real and goes faster and sounds cool and we do have sizes for scooters and a huge numbers of selling huge and they're John Cena look like and we are selling just millions and we're going to ship them from China and we are going to offload I think it is $40,000 octane of these choppers. That's amazing says and we're going to start rocking and rolling on this and it's really great this other thing is going a lot of companies take over but boy wouldn't I do. They have the percentages of mining and I want that out but there's more to talk about they had a great day we got a lot done they will transferring companies and we're going to have our Congress and send it and the president thing and it would also adding United Nations they need to be kept abreast of what's happening with all these companies and I had a good day too I mean the kitchen learning how to cook real fast and lots of food so I can eat more and supplement with the cooking and after you'd like a pig in there for like an hour it's fun too all these snacks and stuff I'm going to like he's going to love it he loves to eat he loves to digest well and have you smell it and make sure after time limited warfare... I agree and he says Don't be afraid it's just like the video game harpoon e... Shut up you little rascal holy cow why'd he get so small is a baby

And okay he's a baby but what about she let's have two of each oh my God okay so we have a plan good and we are working on it and already he's tired but set a full day and it's a lot going on and rent is paid and stuff we just need that thing to go so we're all hanging in there doing work

Hera

There's several things that are going on the statistics to release first off the more luck have lost about 12% and that was off the 40 last 10 more to going to the island so now you're 30 this evening I'll probably lose 10 unless they're frugal and down to 20 an evacuate 10 that's what they plan by tomorrow morning it could be 10% depending on what they do tonight right now they're attacking in Mexico and Florida and other areas because the clones are my and they get the giant idea so there's a big offensive that's going to happen by the Max and these guys are going to go in and it's going to be big 10% is not that many and they're leaving the companies anyways even without our prodding very fast we need all personal in and I'm sending in the word out for terrorism right now

Thor Freya

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Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| ((OOC: Oho. Ohohoho Also, time to exercise my Lambo-muscle again))

Haru answers the door to see little Lambo standing there. No one else was there with him, so he’d obviously made the travel alone.

She ushers him to not keep him outside. “Lambo-chan? Why were you alone? Didn’t you have someone to walk you here?” She would have a stern talking to if he did ask someone to walk him over and they rejected him.

They’d best have a good explanation for letting a child walk around alone. It was dangerous in general for kids to wander the streets alone, much less one that was affiliated with the mafia! Lambo grabs onto the bottom hem of her shirt, “When are you coming back?”

A pause, as she’d given the excuse that she was busy studying for exams. She wasn’t necessarily lying, but it wasn’t the full truth either. She needed some time to herself, and the timing just so happened to work out.

In order to sort out her feelings, she had stopped visiting the Sawada household for a while, and if anyone asked about it, she said that she was studying hard for exams. She wanted to have good marks for when she starts applying for colleges.

Knowing that Haruyoshi was a professor, and that Haru has always valued her studies, it was convincing enough that everyone left her alone, aside from the occasional words of encouragement regarding her studies. She appreciated the sentiment, but what she really needed was some time.

All will be fine afterwards.

“I-- I still need some time, sorry Lambo-chan.”

“When are tests over? I miss you, Haru.” The childish imploring of this child was so hard to disregard. How can she ignore him when he was giving her the dreaded puppy eyes? She holds her breath as she tries to ground herself. Find her center.

The others were considerate enough to give her space and not give her any distractions, but Lambo was the one kid who was selfish and stubborn enough to act out on his own whims and seek her out.

For someone else, they may have gotten mad at the tiny cow child for being inconsiderate, but not Haru. She adored Lambo, and it was nice to see him after a while of her not visiting. She missed him and everyone else, but she didn’t have the confidence to showcase her classic carefree smile around them- not at the moment.

Haru was the one that was normally tasked with babysitting Lambo because she had a good handle on him and her patience for the child was practically a godsend. Not only that, she was someone he trusted. He could be as bratty as he wanted and he knew that she’d still care for him and do her best to understand him. She wouldn’t instantly judge him as a bad child, but try to figure what the root of the problem was and talk him through it.

No matter what, she was someone who would support him every step of the way. An older sister figure who he could rely on and be a little braggart to. Haru never scared him or was mean to him.

Maybe it was because they spent a lot of time together, Lambo was pretty keen on picking up on changes in Haru. It wasn’t that hard, considering she let her guard down around him when she thought he wasn’t looking.

He may be a child, but that doesn’t mean he’s stupid! When he noticed she was feeling down, he’d do something silly to make her laugh, or be a little brat to take her mind off whatever was making her sad.

The frown she was making was the kind she makes from time to time.

It didn’t feel right to not have Haru around. He missed having his big sister figure around. When he manages to accomplish something, he liked to get praise from everyone, and Haru was one of the first he would turn to.

With her not being around, it felt lonely. The others noticed her presence too, of course, but it wasn’t the same. He liked hanging out with the older guys when they didn’t try to shoo him away, or get annoyed with him, but he really liked to be around Haru.

(Admittedly, her stash of candies was a big factor here)

Haru could tell that her absence had truly been bothering him if the fact he came to visit her on his own was any indication. If she had to bet, Lambo had already asked to come visit her, but the others dissuaded him in order to let her focus on her studies. At the tipping point, he came by himself, though he knew he really shouldn’t.

“I’m sorry, Lambo-chan... I... might be a while longer.”

The tiny tears threatening to fall broke her heart to see. He’d been trying to be a ‘big boy’ and stop crying so often, but their crybaby cow couldn’t break his habits so easily. “Why?” Those tears he was trying to keep at bay start falling down his cheeks.

Sniffle

“Do you not like us anymore? You were sad.”

It wasn’t until then that Haru realized how much she dropped her guard around him if he noticed her mood prior to her avoiding everyone.

“I can be better. I won’t bother you.”

Ah... someone must’ve said he’d only be a bother. Did he take it the wrong way and think she thought of him as a bother? She scoops the tiny child into her arms, feeling guilty for allowing the child to think of such things. “No no, you’re no bother, Lambo-chan. You’re a good boy.”

Affected by his tears, she started crying too in the doorway.

“I’ll be back, I promise.” It was hard, finally coming to terms with the fact that no matter how hard she tried, or how long she waited, he wasn’t going to look her way.

It was time for her to give up and move on, and that was the hardest part. It hurt, a lot, but she needed to do this.

Snif- “Really?”

“Of course. Give me a bit more time, okay? Pinky promise.” She holds out her pinky, and he interlocks his smaller pinky with hers. The anxious fear of her never returning subsides slightly.

Surely, Lambo wasn’t the only one who noticed. Sometimes, Haru would low in energy after interacting with Tsuna. She’d be sad on occasion and it wasn’t really anyone’s fault.

No one owed anyone else feelings being returned. It was no one’s fault for feeling the way they did towards another.

“Are you still sad?” He asks, patting her arm, like she would for him when he was crying.

This tiny child was more observant and considerate than people gave him credit for. He was a brat, and a bit obnoxious, but he always knew what was important.

“Yes, but i’ll be okay soon.” She wasn’t going to lie to him when he was genuinely concerned.

“Can I help? I have bandaids.” He starts rummaging through his hair. “I can give you my candy.”

She giggles at his silliness. “How about this instead? When Haru finds someone she likes, she’ll introduce them to you.”

Lambo looks at her for a moment, before thinking it over. He mulls it over for a minute before he makes his choice. Who didn’t know that Haru had feelings for Tsuna?

That wasn’t a secret.

She was moving on and that wasn’t lost on the younger boy. “Okay! Introduce Lambo-san to them and I’ll judge them for you! If they make you cry, Lambo-san will punish them! Nyahaha!”

“Will you do that for me? Thank you, Lambo-chan.” She pats his head affectionately. He was such a cute little boy. “It’s a promise then. When I find someone I like, I’ll introduce them to you so you can judge them for me.”

Haru wakes up groggily and she rubs the sleep out of her eyes. “Odd-- I wonder why I dreamed of that?”

Tired, she shrugs it off and rolls back over to fall right back to sleep.

#Yuuwen #Meme answered #Answered ask #Thanks for the ask!#Haru speaks #((This is my blog canon that Lambo has dibs on judging whoever Haru ends up liking next. Tis his right as a younger bro))#((He will stubbornly judge anyone and be like are you any good for Haru? She's too good for you. BYEEE!!!!!!!))#((He's got his resources and he's not afraid to use them to chase away someone who isn't good for her))#Haru HC drabble corner #Neo drabble

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jsml-universe · 7 years ago

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The Story of Xanxus

After re-watching episodes 64 and 65, my opinion of the Ninth has dropped. Significantly. Good job Timoteo. A+ parenting right there. I dislike you more than Iemitsu right now. I hope your recovery is long and hard.

There are just some things that don’t quite add up in the Varia arc so I did some digging and paid closer attention to the in between pieces of dialogue throughout the anime and manga. After lots of pondering, I’ve decided that this is basically how the REAL story behind how the battle against the Varia came to be...

Xanxus is a young child. He was born in and grows up in one of the poorest slums in Italy. His primary caretaker and only family member is a single mother who is so mentally ill that she’s delusional. Literally. Sane people have difficulty in poverty enough as it is. Can you just imagine the kind of damage that background alone can have on a person’s psych?

Xanxus was born with the orb flame/flame of wrath, but he didn’t manifest it until he was an older kid. When he shows his mother, she’s convinced that she had a love affair with the boss of the Vongola and that Xanxus is their child. Like, WTF?! She renames her kid (because his first name might not have even been Xanxus with the whole ‘I named him Xanxus because the two X’s prove he’s meant to be Vongola Decimo’ logic) and then just gives him away to an old man, a stranger she claims is his father.

Then what does Timoteo do? He lies. He backs the poor delusional woman’s logic up. Big Mistake #1. He tells Xanxus not only that he's his biological son but lets him think that he can one day succeed him as the Vongola boss. Where is the logic in that? Answer: It must have been for manipulative purposes because there is absolutely NO purely charitable reason why you must adopt a random child on the street that just happens to be endowed with a very powerful flame and fool him into believing a lie about his lineage so that he'll dedicate his life to Vongola.

At this point, Timoteo could have rectified his mistake and taken Xanxus aside as soon as he’s adopted into the Vongola famiglia and explained the true situation to him. Sure, it would have hurt Xanxus a little but Xanxus is very mold-able and impressionable at this age. I can only assume that Xanxus must have been about 9 or 10 years old when he was adopted by the Ninth because Fuuta is also 9 and child Xanxus certainly didn't look younger than Fuuta.

When telling Xanxus’ backstory, Squalo immediately jumps to Xanxus’ time growing up in Vongola and says that he took to the mafia like slipping a hand in a well-fit glove. He was selfish, ruthless, easily angered, and powerful. I’d say, that’s only logical. Growing up in extreme poverty means being in a constant ‘survival-mode’ and ‘got to take care of myself’ state of mind. Food, shelter, and safety means being creative and assertive. I think it’s safe to assume that Xanxus had little to no education while growing up. If he did receive any, it was definitely sub-par. He was thrust into a foreign culture and had to adapt quickly. He had to change the way he talked, his body language, learn social etiquette, master his flame powers. His mother is no longer mentioned so I assume that he never had contact with her again. Despite his willingness to leave his mother, I’d think that, that would also have some impact on his psych as well. A significant adult figure in his life had just left him. She was completely cut out of his life as quick as the snap of his fingers. With the additional lack of a biological father, I’d say that this qualifies Xanxus for psychological issues regarding child abandonment (which is defined by the loss of one or more parent).

Problems that arise from kids who’ve experienced this include:

-low self-esteem

-anxiety and/or anger management issues

-problems regarding attachment...either difficulties forming attachment, or over attaching oneself with fear of being abandoned again

Now, on first glance, Xanxus doesn’t appear to exhibit any of these symptoms with exception to the anger problems. I respectfully disagree.

Xanxus fully embraced his adopted family. He’s busied himself with making himself useful and important in the family. He quickly established his place in the mafia and made every point he could to loudly declare that he was the Ninth’s son, as if needing to constantly reaffirm to everyone and also to himself that he belongs.

He has approximately 7 years to not only catch up but surpass his brothers and peers in education, fighting skills, and leadership skills. That kind of jump only happens through diligence and hard work, no matter how much talent one has. And speaking of talent, Xanxus is a genius. He really puts all of his skills, talents, and energy into helping the famiglia who raised him and saved him from the "trash" of society. Xanxus was raised, having an unhealthy and incomplete understanding of people’s “worth.” His idea is that a person is “worth” more based on social status and achievement. Being the “bastard son of the Ninth” was okay for him because he worked to prove himself as the best of the best and he believed he had the right to the “throne of Vongola” so to speak.

So, now we’ve got a checklist:

-Grew up in slums

-Raised in the mafia...the world of crime...and participates in the darker side of it too (ex: assassinations)

-No trustworthy adults in life...absent biological father, crazy and unreliable mother, mafia boss adopted father who also happened to tell some pretty major lies

-Has abandonment issues

...Yeah, you can bet that Xanxus has serious difficulty in trust and dealing with betrayal. So when he finds out that the truth, how does he react?

Exactly as expected. Everything has crumbled. His entire worldview shattered. He believes he’s worth nothing, that he’s back to being trash again. And his “father.” whom he trusted, lied about his identity, past, and future plans.

Xanxus's anger here is completely understandable. Now a coup? Going a bit overboard for most normal people. The Vongola and especially Xanxus are NOT normal people. If you look at it from the perspective of a 16-year-old teen with a rough past and massive anger management and fear of abandonment issues who's just been betrayed by his "father" and lied to about his place in the mafia family who raised him...yeah. Coup doesn't sound so far fetched after all.

Then when he finally confronts the Ninth face to face, his so-called father tells him that he's going to kill him for his rebellion. Xanxus’ isn’t surprised, angry, or dismayed by that statement at all. Timoteo has just validated how Xanxus perceives the Ninth views him: not as a real son but as a tool to be used and manipulated because he has a powerful flame and then disposed of when the cost of keeping him around is too high. Then the Ninth freezes him in ice for 8 years. Timoteo likes to tell everyone that Xanxus was just "asleep" for eight years. Are you kidding me?! Your "sleeping" technique damaged your adopted son so much it left permanent scars covering his entire body. You think that didn't hurt like hell? Tsuna encased him in ice for only a few minutes and when the ice melted, Xanxus collapsed to the ground. His strength was so gone that his Varia guardians had to physically put the ring on his finger. All this after only a few minutes in that Zero Point Breakthrough technique and this hasn't even touched on the psychological damage that Xanxus has been through. I’m pretty sure that seeing Tsuna's Zero Point Breakthrough technique, so soon after he was JUST freed, was really traumatizing for Xanxus. It was the technique that got him infuriated and lashing out at the teen when both were already exhausted from fighting.

Think the story can’t get much worse? Think again. After 8 years of being frozen and locked away in the dark basement, the ice is melted and Xanxus is released. There’s ongoing debate between fans about Xanxus’ age. Was he 16 or 24 when he was frozen? I’m going with 16. Yes, I know that Squalo says that he “grew into adulthood” but this is the same story where Tsuna and his guardians call a 15-year-old Lambo, Adult Lambo, too. The term “adult” is rather loosely applied in the KHR universe.

Moving on! This is the part where I got ticked off because I made some additional connections. Mammon says there were 7 dark spots in a circle and that he/she had no idea who actually released Xanxus. The first time watching this series through, I wasn't really paying attention and thought that the Varia members had stolen the rings and freed their boss. Turns out that's not the case. It's even worse. It's never explicitly revealed in the anime and manga who released Xanxus but my bet is that it was the Ninth. As the current boss of the Vongola, it's only safe to assume that he and his guardians inherited the complete Vongola rings from their predecessors and therefore he'd still have the full set. Plus, he knows all about the Zero Point Breakthrough technique so it's also safe to assume that he's the only one who knows how to counter it. So now we have the Ninth melting the ice after nearly a decade and what do you know? He tells Xanxus that he needs to do something to redeem himself. He needs to reunite with his Varia officers and go to Japan to challenge the REAL Decimo canidate. They can't kill them and they can't be too harsh on them because otherwise the battles will end before they can get to the Sky ring battle, which is the most important one that MUST happen for it all to work. Come on, you don't really think that the Varia DIDN'T hold back on their strength when fighting some talented but newbie civilian teenagers? Xanxus, probably still mentally a teenager, having been freed from an ice prison, and desperate at a chance for one last shot to become Decimo, accepts the deal. Unbeknownst to Xanxus, there was never a chance for him. Timoteo sets this whole rings battle up knowing exactly how it's going to end. He knowingly created the battles knowing that the outcome would be his adopted son, collapsed on the ground with more scars and spewing blood from his mouth and nose whilst Tsuna and the rest of his guardians would be exhausted and on the brink of death. After the battle and it's clear that Xanxus has no chance at being Vongola Decimo because the ring rejects him, he gives up the rights and the Cervello have a private conversation with Xanxus lying on the ground in defeat. The Cervello the sole supervisors of the entire battles...from an Agency which serves only directly under the Ninth! It's a really brief scene but this interaction with the Cervello had always puzzled me previously. With the light that the Ninth is the one who freed Xanxus and set up this whole Varia battle fight to manipulate Xanxus into thinking he might still have one last chance at leadership and creating a driving force to make Tsuna to accept his role as the future Decimo, this makes so much more sense: Xanxus: It's...gone...according to...your wishes...you were...right...are you...happy now? Cervello: You say that, but...we do not have wishes nor do we predict anything. Everything was already decided. Your role in this is over. Xanxus: ... ...that cunning old man... Cervello: Thank you for doing your part. With this, the ring contest battle has now ended. And to think that the Ninth had the gall to play the victim here. And you know what's sad? He does actually see himself as the one who is burdened with heavy choices that must be made for the "good of the family." Timoteo, I hate your guts, you manipulative old coot. Go retire already!

#xanxus #character analysis #behind the cradle affair #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #timoteo #cervello #zero point breakthrough: first edition #psychology #the real story

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k0saji · 7 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Miura Haru/Sasagawa Kyouko Characters: Sasagawa Kyouko, Miura Haru, Kurokawa Hana Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, KHR Rarepair week 2018, Soulmate-Identifying Marks

Prompt: Soulmates

Series: Part 1 of Love is a Universe Beyond Faith's Last Doubt Summary:

Kyouko has a soulmate.

Small hands trace over the characters on her side, twisting to see in the mirror. Miura Haru, they spell out.

Hard to tell if it’s a boy or a girl, Haru could be either. Her parents think it’s a boy and Kyouko doesn't correct them, even when the thought itches in the back of her mind.

She gets her mark early, most children get theirs in their teens. Her brother doesn't have one yet, nor do any of her classmates.

"Why does it matter?" Kurokawa Hana, who introduces herself with a firm 'you look like easy pickings for the monkeys, stick with me and they'll stop bothering you' says. "You get one or you don't. Just because you have someone's name graffitied to your body doesn't mean anything. What if you hate each other?"

Hana has a lot of opinions for a nine year old. Kyouko finds that she doesn't mind and listens to her friend talk about ethics and self-determination with a smile. Even if she only understands some of what Hana talks about.

Kyouko's life stays the same throughout elementary and the beginning of middle school. She's popular, though she really doesn't know why. Boys keep trying to ask her out and she's never been more grateful for Hana when the other girl scares off another would-be admirer.

"I don't know why you can't say no. It's not like you have to go out with any of the monkeys," Hana says over a parfait. They found this cafe several months ago and made a tradition to get sweets at least once a week.

Kyouko pouts and stirs her spoon around the glass. "It's hard though. I don't want to hurt their feelings, and they put a lot of effort into the letter." It was embarrassing, though, when Kouga-san came up to her in the middle of the hallway, letter held out with a confident smirk. The letter was, Kyouko winces just a bit, simplistic at worst, just a declaration that he likes her, and would she go out with him? She thought it was a joke at first and laughed, and only Kouga-san's red face made her realize her mistake.

"They decided to ask you out in front of the entire class, they deserve to be embarrassed if they don't care about embarrassing you," Hana points her spoon at Kyouko. "It wouldn't be so bad if you weren't so nice to people."

Kyouko shoves a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. It's not like she knows when boys like her! Sometimes they seem fun to talk to, how is she supposed to figure out when talking too much to one boy makes them like her?

Hana sighs. "Whatever, just stick with me and I'll keep the parasites off you," she flips her long black hair over her shoulder as Kyouko giggles.

Hana really is a good friend.

Hana's soulmate is Chrome Dokuro. Another name where the gender can go either way.

"I think it's a girl," Hana confides one day as they are doing their homework. Kyouko snatches her hand back from where she's running her fingers over her own soulmark. "It's just a feeling but-"

"I know," Kyouko says. "Mom and Dad think Haru is a boy but it just doesn't feel right." It feels wrong, like a lie but Kyouko doesn’t know how to tell them to stop. They fall into comfortable silence, homework forgotten.

"Do you think the bond's platonic?" Hana asks suddenly, making Kyouko jump.

No, the answer comes automatically to her lips. Her parents keep insisting that she and Haru would meet and fall in love and live happily ever after.

"What if Haru is a girl?" Kyouko asked then.

"Then the two of you will be close friends your entire life," is the answer her mother gives her. She remembers feeling dissatisfied. Why couldn't she live happily ever after with Haru if Haru was a girl?

"What if Haru is a girl?" Kyouko asks Hana.

"Better a girl than a stupid boy," Hana says quickly. A laugh, relieved and shaky jumps from Kyouko's lungs as Hana smiles and preens.

Yes, if Haru is a girl or boy it wouldn't matter. They would meet and become friends and maybe they can make their own ever afters.

She finally meets her soulmate over cake.

"Haru's appreciation day, the one day in the month where Haru can eat all the cake she wants!" A brown-haired girl with cute hair barrettes declares to Tsuna as they walk into the bakery.

"Ah- Tsuna-kun!" Kyouko blushes and steps back from the display case holding all the sugary treats just waiting for her. She looks down at the bagged treats in her hand and blurts out, "This is only a special treat! I don't eat three pieces of cake by myself every day!"

"I-I never said anything, Kyouko-chan!" Tsuna flails, turning a little red himself though Kyouko doesn't know why. The girl next to him smiles at Kyouko and jumps in place.

"That's the same as me!" She leans in conspiratorially, "Every third Sunday is Haru appreciation day where I can eat as much cake as I want!"

"Me too!" Kyouko relaxes and looks back at the display. "The cream puffs are really good here."

"Their millie fillie is amazing, much better than the one near the arcade," Haru adds, picking out her pieces of cake. "Oh, they have chocolate fudge cake this time!"

"Seems like you're getting along," Tsuna comments and Kyouko turns to him with a guilty smile.

"Sorry for ignoring you Tsuna-kun. Oh, and sorry for being rude, I'm Sasagawa Kyouko." Kyouko bows to Haru. She looks up and Haru is frozen, staring at Kyouko with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

Haru drops her purchases and grabs Kyouko's hands. "Sasagawa Kyouko? How do you spell it?"

Her hands are warm, Kyouko notices idly, a faint suspicion forming in the back of her mind as she stares into Haru's deep brown eyes. "The kanji for capital and child. Um, are you...?"

"Miura Haru! You live here? I thought I would have to leave Nanimori to find you!" Her soulmate, she found her soulmate, she thinks as Haru squeals and throws her arms around Kyouko.

"Hang on, Kyouko-chan and Haru are-!"

Soulmates. Kyouko laughs and laughs, hugging Haru back because she was right. She is right, and Haru feels soft and smells so nice that Kyouko doesn't want to let go.

A sharp harrumph makes them jump, and Kyouko blushes at the knowing looks of the patrons and store clerk as they pull apart.

"Do you want to come over my house to eat cake?" Kyouko suggests, the rush of mine, she's here, home making her bold. Dark eyes sparkle, and Kyouko stomach flutters at how cute Haru smiles. Not like Kyouko, whose demure smile makes everyone call her a perfect Yamato Nadeshiko but and honest one brightening up her entire face and showing the dimples in her cheeks.

"If that's alright?"

And they leave, walking past a teary-eyed Tsuna (it’s nice that he's so touched at their meeting!) through the middle of Nanimori and to Kyouko's house, talking the entire way.

Kyouko learns that Haru is an only child, that she goes to Midori Middle, which explains why they never met before, despite living in the same town and knowing the same people. They're both friends with Tsuna, though Haru gets quiet and mumbles something about taking care of business with him later for some reason.

"Do you know Reborn-kun and I-pin-chan and Lambo-kun too?" Haru asks, changing the subject.

"I thought Reborn-kun was Tsuna-kun's cousin at first!" Kyouko says and laughs when Haru regales her with her tale of stalking Reborn to find out where he got his little suits.

"I thought they were brothers at first!"

They laugh together, unable to keep from smiling, almost giddy as they share slices of cake between anecdotes of their lives.

Kyouko doesn't realize just how late it is till her mother comes home, her father still overseas on a business trip, calling out for Kyouko and Ryouhei.

"Welcome back!" Ryouhei shouts from his room, making Kyouko start. Was he here the entire time? "Kyouko brought a friend home!"

"Nii-san!" Kyouko says, getting to her feet. She wants to be the one to introduce Haru to her family. "Mama, I want you to meet someone!"

Sasagawa Hiromi is taking off her shoes when Kyouko skids to a stop at the genkan. Kyouko gets her hair from her mother, a shade of light brown that looks orange in the right light and maybe the shape of her nose, but the rest of her features went to Ryouhei.

"Don't shout, you two," Hiromi says, reaching out to give Kyouko a brief kiss on the head as she slips on her house slippers. "Kyouko-chan, you have a guest?"

She grabs her mother's hand and pulls her to the living room where Haru stands with her fingers linked together at her belly, "This is Haru-chan! We met at the cake shop today," Kyouko says. "Haru-chan, this is my mom."

"Nice to meet you, Sasagawa-san!" Haru bows.

Kyouko watches as her mom blinks in confusion, then understanding as a wide smile crosses her face. "It's good to meet you too, Haru-san. I hope you and Kyouko will be good friends."

Ah, Kyouko's shoulders fall bit and across the room Haru's smile becomes a little fixed.

Friends. Right.

Introducing Haru to Hana goes much smoother.

"So you're the love of Kyouko's life?" Hana asks bluntly.

"Hahi!" Haru squeaks, turning bright red. "I, I don't know about that, I just want to get to know Kyouko-chan better. And we should wait to make those decisions, you know!"

Hana watches Haru flail with a small smirk and looks over to Kyouko with a raised eyebrow. She smiles back at Hana, who shakes her head with an indulgent sigh.

"At least you both know its romantic, not platonic," Hana says to Kyouko as Haru starts talking about love and marriage and something about divorcing Tsuna? Kyouko just nods, watching the cute way Haru's expression changes, every emotion clear on her face as she pouts at them. The warning bell for class starts to ring, and the three part ways, hurrying to their respective schools.

"How did the meet the parents go?"

Kyouko loses her smile, and it feels like the dark cloud hanging over her head since yesterday finally settles in, raining down doubt. Dinner went fine, her mother and Ryouhei loved Haru. Just.

Kyouko bites her lip, remembering her mother's comments on how pretty Haru was, and how she must have so many boys chasing after her. Something small and spiteful had twisted in her stomach when Haru blushed and changed the subject, and Kyouko stayed silent for almost the entire meal.

Hana watches carefully before linking their arms together. "That bad, huh?"

"It's not that she's trying to be..." Kyouko struggles with the word.

"Homophobic?"

Kyouko deflates, frowning at her shoes. "I think it just doesn't really occur to her that I might not like boys."

Hana makes a noise of agreement under her breath as they walk into the classroom. "Come to my place tomorrow," Hana says out of the blue. Kyouko tilts her head questioningly. "Bring Haru-san, too."

"O-kay?" Kyouko agrees, confused. She's been over to Hana's house plenty of times and has met her parents, who are exuberantly supportive and proud of their daughter no matter what.

"It might do you some good."

And that's how she ends up in Hana's house, taking off her shoes at the genkan with Haru as Hana gets the drinks.

"Are you sure this is ok?" Haru whispers as Kyouko leads them to the living room. The house is laid out in the typical floor plan common in Nanimori. The living room is large, with a TV in one corner, most of the space taken up by bookshelves and a sofa surrounding a low table in the middle of the room. Connected to it is the kitchen and beyond that is a narrow staircase leading upstairs to the bedrooms.

"Sorry for the intrusion," Haru says as she sits at the table, accepting a can of juice from Hana.

"I invited you over, it's no problem," Hana smiles, giving Kyouko her usual drink before sitting down across from them.

"So, I know Kyouko's story, but what about you," Hana says, going straight to the point. Haru squirms under the intensity of Hana's stare, which Kyouko knows from experience isn't comfortable.

"About me?"

"Likes, dislikes, any icky siblings, etc."

"Oh, well-"

And just like that Haru relaxes as Hana extracts information out of her with the ease of a skilled interrogator. Kyouko lets Hana have her fun, joining in the conversation and even adding some stories of her own to balance the scales while Hana finishes getting the information she wants out of Haru.

And with impeccable timing the front door opens and a male voice calls out, "I'm home!"

"Welcome home!" Hana says, peering over the couch as her father enters the living room.

Kurokawa Tadashi is a large heavyset man with a face people can't help but call cute, with laugh wrinkles at the creases of his eyes and lips. He sets his briefcase on the floor and sits at the table, beaming at Kyouko.

"Kyouko-chan, are you staying for dinner tonight? And who's this?" He turns to Haru, who introduces herself with a small bow.

"She's my soulmate," Kyouko adds, shy. She peers up at Tadashi through her bangs and relaxes when he smiles widely.

"Wonderful! You are so lucky to find love at such a young age. This calls for a celebration!" Tadashi pulls out his cellphone and checks his messages.

"Your mother is having another late night, so I don't think she'll mind us getting sushi for tonight," he says to Hana.

"As long as we bring some back for her, no," Hana agrees, getting up. "You like sushi, right?" She asks Haru, who's watching them all with a confused expression.

"Yes-? But you don't have to go out because of us!"

Kyouko puts a hand on Haru's shoulder, and she falls silent, staring at her hand. "It's ok, Hana-chan and Tadashi-san just like sushi, all they need is an excuse." She holds out her hand and Haru grabs it, letting Kyouko pull her up. "It'll be fine, just go with their flow, it’s easier than getting them to stop," she says from experience.

They pile into Tadashi's car and are at TakeSushi half an hour later, a plate of sashimi in front of them.

"So, you met in a cake shop?" Tadashi asks between bites of sushi.

Kyouko nods, dipping her own tuna roll into the soy sauce. "We both have a once a month cake appreciation day, its actually surprising we haven't met till now," she says with a smile, Haru nodding beside her.

"That's sweet. A good story to tell your grandchildren," Tadashi says, ignoring the chokes from Kyouko and Haru both while Hana rolls her eyes at her father. "You know, Michiko and I didn't meet till we were in our thirties? It was at an airport, we were lucky to bump into each other!"

"Literally," Hana mutters but Kyouko hears the fondness hidden away in her voice as Tadashi rambles about his first meeting with his wife. It's a story Kyouko has heard before, one Tadashi relishes telling anyone who would listen and for a good reason, he's a wonderful storyteller. She watches as Haru becomes enthralled by his voice, painting the picture of a busy day at the airport, mixed up luggage and a spilled coffee.

"I'm lucky she even agreed to give me her number after that," Tadashi laughs, finishing his story, "but she did, and that's how we got together."

"That's so cute and romantic!" Haru claps her hands.

"Their first date mom made dad pay for everything," Hana confides with relish at Haru's wide-eyed look. "At the most expensive restaurant in town."

"I did ruin most of her wardrobe, fairs fair," Tadashi says with a laugh, "What's important is that you find a reason to laugh together, no matter what happens in life. Find joy in life and each other." The words are directed to Kyouko and Haru both. "It doesn't matter what others think or what they might say, all that matters is you and how you make each other feel." Kyouko feels the weight on her chest that's been there since introducing Haru to her family disappear under Tadashi's open acceptance.

He motions for the check while Kyouko watches Haru carefully. She's pretty, something Kyouko already noticed when they first met, and they like the same things. Even if the bond was platonic she would be friends with her.

And after all, isn't falling in love just like making a new friend?

When they head out of the restaurant she links her pinky with Haru, who jumps and looks down at their hands quickly. Kyouko starts to think maybe she's being too forward but Haru curls her pinky around Kyouko's, and they stay like that, looking away from each other and blushing till Haru gets dropped off at her home.

"Ask her out," Hana says as Kyouko gets dropped off in front of her own home. She blinks and blushes, objections ready at the tip of her tongue.

"No, I'm serious. If I have to watch you two be that cute I'm going to get cavities. Go on a date, be cute somewhere else so we can hang out without me needing to brush my teeth afterwards." Hana slams the door shut in Kyouko's face, and the car drives off, leaving her flat-footed and bright red.

She couldn't just ask Haru out! How would she even do that? Kyouko presses her red cheeks into her hands, trying to calm down. Hana's so mean, she thinks, I'm not that confident! Besides, it's not like they are in a rush, they can take it slow. With that thought Kyouko nods to herself and walks home, ready to take her (future?) relationship with her soulmate one step at a time.

The next day is Sunday and Kyouko opens her door to find Haru fidgeting in place.

"Haru-chan?" Haru jumps and turns red, shuffling from one foot to the other. Kyouko opens the door further and steps out, worried. "Is everything alright?"

"Would you like to go on a date!" Haru bursts out, eyes closed and head bowed with her fists bunched up under her chin.

Well, so much for taking it slow.

Fondness bursts through her, surprising her with the intensity as she laughs, a blush rising high on her cheeks. "Of course!" She says, grabbing Haru's hands between her own and pulling her inside the house.

She has a date with her soulmate!

#I'm writing #khr #khrrarepairweek2018 #storm day #sasagawa kyouko/miura haru

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For the 6/7, a coffee shop au for vongola 10 gen?

Of course, anon dear! Thank you for your request and I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons!

Reborn owns the coffee shop and is a rather demanding boss. He loves coffee and is the customer most baristas hate and it shows in his demands for his employees - nothing less than excellence. He drives his employees to be the best they can possibly be, even if he’s coming off as a complete monster as a boss. However, while he stresses his employees out and some of them dislike him most of the time, not only is he an almost impossibly amazing businessman but he does treat his employees generously, paying better than normal wages, buying lunches for his staff once every week, backing them up when customers are horrible to them, and making sure they’re taken care of, often playing benefactor to them, though anonymously. He’ll deny anything if asked but he’s put employees through college, helped an employee out of an abusive relationship, and will accept workers that most other jobs wouldn’t. He doesn’t fire anyone either - he will keep riding his employees but he gives them unlimited chances to improve and get up to his standards.

Somehow Reborn is a family friend that Tsuna knows nothing about but his absentee father sent Nana a letter saying that Reborn was opening a new franchise in Namimori and that he’d been nice enough to offer Tsuna a job. Nana thought this was a great idea since she’d been after Tsuna to find something to do with his after school time (and sometimes school time since he often skipped classes) other than sit around or play video games. Poor Tsuna wanted none of it but he found himself unable to say no, especially when Reborn made a personal house visit to recruit him. Somehow, he’s ended up as the acting manager of the franchise, though he doesn’t quite know how that happened or why, especially since he keeps saying he doesn’t want to work there. He’s always stressed out from having to manage the crazy staff, deal with the shop’s often eccentric clientele, learn all the ropes to running the business plus deal with learning how to make all the drinks - he was horrible at it to start with but slowly improves, especially after undergoing several of Reborn’s spartan coffee bootcamps. He hasn’t quit....well, he thinks he’s tried, once or twice, but Reborn seems to ignore him and Tsuna just keeps showing up for work for some reason. Tsuna has very little idea that he’s being groomed to take over the company some day, though Reborn’s casually mentioned it a couple dozen times.

Gokudera had applied for manager as soon as he heard a franchise was opening in Namimori. He was not too happy to learn that somebody else had gotten the job and resented working under Tsuna. He wasn’t shy about showing it either, bullying Tsuna and making snide comments about how he was working out as a manager. However, Gokudera’s naturally bad attitude towards people came back to bite him in the ass when he was snarky to the wrong customer and they became both irate and physical. While Gokudera was strong, the other man was stronger and he would’ve beaten Gokudera to a pulp if Tsuna hadn’t shown up and, in a rare moment of bravery, demanded that the customer leave, even as they were screaming at him to fire Gokudera. Not only did Gokudera not get fired but Tsuna made sure that he walked Gokudera home that evening, even though the other boy scared him, just to make sure the customer hadn’t hung around to do anything bad to Gokudera once he left work. Gokudera was touched and found a new respect for Tsuna, almost idolizing him. His entire attitude changed and he became Tsuna’s self-proclaimed right hand man in the store. He puts in a ridiculous amount of hours and dedicates himself to bettering the store and making it all it can be. He’s horrible with the customers but is a genius with all the budgeting, accounting, ordering, and paperwork that would normally fall to Tsuna and now rarely works the counter, instead staying mostly behind the scenes. When he does work counter though, horrible as he is with customers, everyone admits he makes the best coffee. However, he’s no longer allowed to make lattes and cappuccinos - it’s not that they taste bad but Reborn demands art on the foamed milk and Gokudera’s artistic sense is somewhat lacking.

Yamamoto got a part time job at the coffee shop to pay back a favour that Reborn and Tsuna did in sending staff to help out his father’s sushi shop when his father fell ill for two weeks. Thanks to their help, YamaSushi not only didn’t lose any business but experienced a swell in popularity and Yamamoto wanted to be as much a help to them as they were to him. Though his shifts are fit around his many baseball practices and games (which several of the staff go to watch, especially Reborn, who also funds his school’s team when they need new uniforms and equipment), Yamamoto is one of the best employees and one of the ones who have been there the longest. Customers absolutely love him and the crowds are sure to be large when he’s working a shift, both from his excellent service and his good looks drawing his fan club from his high school. He always collects good tips but keeps little of them, always making sure to tip out anyone who helped him out or using some of his tips to help anyone who’s short on change for their order. He’s passable at making most of the coffee drinks but his specialty is the tea orders - he’s even worked with the shop’s tea supplier, Fon, to make a few blends that are exclusive to the shop and they are big hits with most of the clientele.

Nobody’s quite sure how Ryohei got the job. Rumour is he just showed up and yelled, demanding a job, and was hired. It’s honestly not that far-fetched to believe either. Like Yamamoto, he’s only part-time. He wants to become a boxer and Reborn is his sponsor, helping him find his boxing coach Colonello and funding his attempts to break into the big times of the sport. It’s through Reborn that he found out about the coffee shop hiring and it just became a thing that he worked there. There’s no actual paperwork saying he works there and Tsuna’s not sure how he’s getting paid since they don’t have him on file but Ryohei works there and somehow manages to collect wages. He’s too active and loud to do well behind the counter so he’s often tasked with standing outside and attracting crowds, handing out flyers or samples - tasks where his booming voice, high energy, and boldness come in useful, really.

Kyoya Hibari is feared and respected all through Namimori. Everyone knows that anything that happens in Namimori is closely monitored by him and the Disciplinary Committee. He helps ensure that the coffee shop is well protected from any thugs or misfortunes...for a small fee, of course. Hibari’s the opposite of Ryohei - Tsuna has paperwork saying Hibari works there and he’s on payroll, collecting a biweekly paycheck, but nobody has ever seen Hibari work there. It’s rare enough that he even comes into the shop but when he does, it’s always late and his order is always on the house.

Lambo’s family owns the steakhouse next door and he’s always coming into the shop. He’s in there every day it’s open and even sometimes when it’s not. He just pops up out of the blue. He’s become almost a mascot, really. He loves to play around like he’s the boss of the shop and is a little bit of a nightmare for the employees as he comes behind the counter and plays around in the shop, bossing people around or causing trouble. Gokudera always argues with him, despite Lambo only being a little kid, and threatens to ban him from the shop but, to tell the truth, everyone would miss Lambo’s daily visits if they ever stopped.

Mukuro is a foster kid who works in a rival coffee shop just down the road. He delights in coming to the Vongola coffee shop on his way home from work or on his days off and being a nuisance, trying to cause mischief or trouble or, in some of his nastier moments, outright trying to sabotage their coffee shop to help business at the coffee shop he works at with his friends Chikusa and Ken, who cause trouble for the shop to varying degrees sometimes as well. Tsuna can’t bring himself to ever kick Mukuro out though since he thinks Mukuro isn’t a bad guy really and besides, it would hurt his newest employee if he did that.

And who is this newest employee? Why, it’s Mukuro’s foster sister Chrome. She wanted to get more independent and had decided to get a job. When Mukuro laughed at the idea of helping her get a job at his work, she applied at the Vongola coffee shop and was hired. She’s a bit of a mess as an employee, since she’s so shy that taking orders from customers freaks her out and she thinks that every drink is made better with chocolate but Tsuna can’t think about firing her - despite her troublesome family, she’s a model employee in other ways, always showing up on time, always quiet, always willing to pick up extra hours and she does try.

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