#sorry it’s xD my messages are out of order

[pixlokita]

Ok I have a crazy theory, but what if Cassie was the one who accidentally broke Gregory out of the Mimics control. It making it seem like Gregory betrayed her would be it's way of getting revenge, and if Cassie freeing it put him back under it's control? It would be a way to make sure she doesn't interact with him again meaning she can't break him back out of it.

Plus it'd be really fucked up if it turned out Cassie both freed and enslaved Gregory.

You mean right after he got out? Maybe that explains the change of tone in the elevator ending :0c ooooh? Perhaps ! The idea is pretty depressing tbh like you really want the characters to have a happy ending of sorts TTwTT but it’s good lore nonetheless 👌 excellent

[kakujis]

stay with me?;

a/n: a little continuation of this post. i love kakucho too much to not give him what he wants c’mon now. 😭 but why is it so sexy for (fictional)men to restrain themselves until they just can’t anymore n they jus go buck wild?? anyways, i put my entire p*ssy into this i hope u guys enjoy! like genuinely i lost my mind writing this jjdjdjd

ft: bonten!kakucho x afab!reader

wc: 4.1k, not proofread xd

warnings: dark content. afab fem!reader, sub!reader, somno, f!oral receiving, overstim, dacryphilia, praise, pet names, slight orgasm control, unprotected, creamp*e(i hate this word), multiple rounds, dubcon, jealousy, stalking, obsession, honestly the more i wrote this it became a bit of yan!kakucho lol. gets a little soft at the end. very self indulgent 💜

showering with your door unlocked wasn’t the dumbest thing you could do. okay, maybe it was…but you trusted kakucho to watch and take care of any danger while he was there.

fresh out of the shower, you finished putting lotion onto your skin, the cool cream sinking into the warmth of your skin. switching off your bathroom light as you leave, you glance at your bedroom door.

maybe.. you should say goodnight to him, he is going to be up all night. you walk over, goosebumps blooming as you rubbed your arms for warmth. why was it always so cold out of the shower?

you open your door and peek into the dimly lit living room. kakucho was there, sitting on your couch and reading a book. dressed in all black, he rested one leg up on his knee and under the light of lamp you thought he looked handsome, his black hair dangling in front of his face as he read some random book plucked off the shelf.

“kakucho..” you started, voice barely louder than a whisper. he glanced up immediately, concern etching his features and two tone eyes meeting yours. you gave a small smile, “good night and thanks for... all this,” you say, gesturing to his spot.

he blinks, before nodding, “no problem. boss’s orders anyway,” he smiles back at you, before waving you off. “go get some rest.”

you nod before slipping back into your room, closing the door behind you. you hesitate on the lock slightly before you forgo locking it, trusting in kakucho completely. he was different from the rest of bonten. his voice was gentle alongside his touches. he was sweet to you and you to him. he was the one you went to when you were upset or scared. in another life, under different circumstances, maybe you would’ve dated.

but you remember what he actually does every time he stumbles into your office, hands bloodied and eyes frenzied. you always patch him up, watching the rise and fall of his chest reminding you that he was alive and someone else wasn’t. it strikes fear into you every time, that someone so gentle and so sweet could still snuff the light out from someone else.

you wonder what he looks like in those moments. does he look as lost when he’s sitting on your desk, eyes far off and unfocused as you disinfect and bandage his wounds? or is his resolve unwavering, eyes locked as he stares down his target and pulls the trigger?

you shake your head, nows not the time to think about that. now is time for sleep, you had a long day ahead of you tomorrow. mikey’s list of tasks seemed to never end and you groaned thinking about the new stack of paper work that would grace your desk tomorrow morning.

you flopped into your bed, sinking down into your comforter and pillows. curling up under your blanket, you checked your phone one more time to see if you had any missing messages. you had just said goodnight to him, but seeing his name in your list of messages had you wanting to say it again.

y/n: kaku, i’m gonna sleep now. feel free to use whatever, whenever! sorry you have to stay up for me.

you waited a few moments, seeing if he’d respond. and he did, an immediate “read” underneath your message followed by his own:

kakucho: what’d i say earlier? don’t worry about it. you’re special to us.

y/n: you’re all special to me too. <3 goodnight.

kakucho: goodnight, y/n.

with that you closed your phone, placing it onto your nightstand before turning over. almost instantly, exhaustion took hold and you fell into a deep slumber.

-

the instant mikey mentioned that you could be in trouble, kakucho offered himself up. due to the increasing gang-conflict, you were assigned more body guards to escort you to and from home. not only that, but you had guards keeping watch outside your office day in and out.

as kakucho said, you were special to bonten. a shining, pearly light in the bleakness of bonten’s all consuming night. each executive held a place for you in their heart and each one had dreams of making you theirs, but kakucho.. bordered on obsession.

it started off innocent like holding the door open for you or grabbing an extra coffee on his way to work. if you were going to be a long time addition, he might as well get to know you. eventually, he started to relax in your company. he’d always visit your office at least once a day and you welcomed him, listening to his woes while venting some of your own. you were a breath of fresh air, the sweet scent of flowers, and being around you felt like a dream.. but then he started getting jealous.

jealous of the way you’d lightly tap on ran’s arm, giggling when he made a joke. jealous when you’d dance in rindou’s office, body swaying and humming to his music. jealous when he’d catch you sobering up sanzu, your body dangerously close to his as you pressed a water cup to his lips.

jealous of the way you’d always tell kokonoi how pretty his hair was and what he thought about your own. jealous when you’d light up takeomi’s cigarette for him without him even having to ask. jealous when you’d rub mochi’s shoulders after a long day, calling in someone to bring him a glass of wine. jealous of how every morning started with mikey and ended with mikey, as you were his secretary.

kakucho hitto was so fucking jealous of every single little thing you would do with anyone who wasn’t him. that’s when he started taking your things, little trinkets to keep you close, praying you’d keep your balcony door open every evening so he wouldn’t have to feel bad for breaking in. when he first followed you home, he didn’t even realize it. for some reason, you loved to take public transport home, as if you didn’t work for the most notorious gang in Japan. he was entranced by the way you moved, seemingly without a care in the world.

he caught himself when you turned back, the weight of his stare boring into you. he hid quickly, crouching behind a parked car. you shrugged it off and continued on, eventually making it to your small apartment home situated on the second story. he pondered over going back to his own place. he made it here, but what now? he couldn’t just knock on the door.

but then he heard something, the sound of a sliding door being opened. you stretched and sighed into the evening air, before heading back in. he came closer, until he decided to climb up onto your balcony. he dropped down, hiding behind your curtains. he peeked in, breath hitching as you started taking your clothes off before entering your room.

at the sound of running water and your bathroom door softly closing, he fully made his way in. he thought your apartment was cute, simple and small. the others probably would’ve had a fit knowing you lived so quaintly instead of bathing in luxury. but kakucho liked it anyway, running his hands along your walls and furniture, taking in deep lungfuls of your burning candle’s scent. god he wanted to make you his wife.

his pretty little housewife who would greet him home after a long day at work. his angel who would sit in his lap, pressing kisses to his forehead, murmuring, “let me take care of you, honey.” he yearned for it, his pretty baby fucked dumb on his bed every night.

when he first peered into your bedroom, he held back a groan as he saw your panties thrown onto the floor. your skirt was left haphazardly on your desk chair. while the rest of your clothes left a trail into the bathroom.

he felt guilty, you had no idea he was here. technically he was breaking in, but you had left everything so open. as if you were inviting him in just like you did with your office.

that night he stole his first pair of panties, shoving them into his pocket as he slipped out the way he came. heart pounding he walked away with his prize, albeit small in the grand scheme of things, but he couldn’t stop smiling, twirling the fabric in between his fingers. he came hard and fast that night inhaling your scent, he was addicted. he wanted more, your voice, your touch, your everything.

he started becoming a little more risky, first touching himself in your bedroom to opening your bathroom door slightly just to hear your singing as he jacked off into a used pair. it was never enough, he wanted, no, needed you underneath him squirming and writhing as he filled you up multiple times a night. he was getting restless and sooner or later he would finally get what he wanted: you.

that’s how he ended up here, the first one to watch over and protect you. his phone buzzed and he closed his book, reaching over to see who was texting him. he frowned when he realized it was the bonten group chat. what could they possibly want? he thought, opening up his messages.

mikey: we didn’t have time for a meeting today but who’s watching y/n tomorrow? kakucho can’t do it two nights in a row.

he tsk’d. he’d do this for the rest of his life if he had too, no questions asked.

kakucho: i don’t mind doing it tomorrow too.

mikey: no. you need rest, won’t be as reliable if you’re tired.

he bit his lip, tapping impatiently on his phone.

kakucho: i could just rest during the day.

mikey: i said no. it’s not an option. i don’t want anyone doing two nights in a row.

ran: i could probs do it or rin?

fuck. he grimaced, thinking about how ran wouldn’t hesitate to flirt with you. he remembers the day that he caught you letting ran sleep in your lap, your fingers running through his hair. not to mention, rindou, who already has you dancing in his office, you’d probably dance with him here too. at least, he thinks, it’s not sanzu. between the two brothers though, he’d probably hope for rindou.

mikey: sure, idc as long as someone does it.

rindou: i think i’m busy tomorrow night? have some stuff to clean up, it’s gonna have to be u ran

ran: alright lol

fuck. kakucho rubs his face, bouncing his leg as he sets his phone down. he paces the room, carefully trying to not wake you up. but the idea of ran flirting with you and you laughing, crinkling your nose, like you always do has him up the walls. would you playfully hit his arm like usual? would you let him touch you, hands trailing down your back? would you let him kiss you? god forbid, would you let him fuck you?

he runs a hand through his hair, his rage starting to consume him. there was one stream-line thought, hammering itself and taking hold of his brain: he has to be your first. he eyes the closed bedroom door. he’s done this before, he thinks, kicking off his shoes. just never while you’re actually in your bedroom. he takes a deep breath, before lightly placing his hand on the knob. slowly, he turns it, opening and entering into your room.

moonlight spills across your bed, illuminating your face in the dark. you snore softly, the exhaustion not only physical, but mental, wearing on you. the danger of having your brains blown out at any given moment loomed over you every day, suffocating every waking moment. you were on edge, always, and rightfully so. that’s why you felt safe with kakucho, utterly and completely safe. but that’s because you had never noticed the hurt in his eyes when you’d turn away from him. or the way his jaw tensed when you’d get “too close” to other executives. not once did you see the longing stares from across the room during meetings, too focused on writing down as many notes as you could hanging onto every word.

so you slept, peaceful and content, completely unaware that your protector was longing to keep you pinned underneath him as he had his way with you. if only you knew the things that he would do to you. slowly, he crept towards your dozing figure. your bed dipped as he came closer, a gloved hand pulling down your blanket. you twitched and he paused, watching as you made a little noise in response to the sudden cold shift.

his heart was pounding as he left light touches, ghosting over your exposed skin. he hooks a finger under your waistband, inching down your pajama shorts. he removes one glove, his hands burning with desire to truly feel you before he uses one finger to trail down the length of your clothed cunt.

you stir once more and he pauses again. is he really doing this? there’s no way you wouldn’t wake and yet he can’t find it in him to care. so he continues, gently carressing your core, every so often glasting over your thighs. little moans and mewls came from you and kakucho could feel his patience thinning. he wanted to take his time, explore every inch of you, but if just those small touches could get you writhing underneath him what would happen if he did more?

removing his other glove and casting it onto the floor, he starts to remove your panties. he throws them near his gloves, a reminder to take them for later. settling himself in between your thighs, he presses a kiss to your pussy. his breath is hot as he licks a stripe from your hole to clit. hooking his arms around your thighs, he holds you in place as you start to squirm in your sleep. he spreads your folds, admiring your pretty pussy before he dives back in, eagerly licking at your clit.

he watches you through half lidded eyes as your features contort, your mouth a small “o”. he switches between sucking on your clit like it’s candy and burying his tongue deep inside curling up against your walls. you eyelids flutter as you wake, drool dribbling down your chin.

“wha- ah!” you gasp, roused from sleep with hands shooting down and tugging onto his dark locks. he groans, brows knitting as he continues fucking you on his tongue.

your vision is blurry, only the moonlight that seeps in through the window illuminating your view. but you see him, eyes lidded, looking up at you in nigh worship, as he licks and kisses and slurps at your arousal.

“k-kakucho?” you stutter out, “fuck, what are you-“ you’re interrupted again, as he slips a finger, then two into your dripping cunt.

“cum for me, pretty girl.” he murmurs against you, his fingers brushing against parts of you that set your legs trembling. you try to resist at first, confusion tumbling through your brain, but with one more curl of his fingers you release, eyes rolled back, toes curling and body shaking. kakucho keeps his mouth on you, lost in the taste of your fluids until he feels you pushing on his shoulders.

“t-too much, kaku, s-stop,” you pant, tears pricking at your eyes. he pulls away, reluctantly, a sticky line of spit and cum trailing from your pussy to his lips follow him as he inches forward, suddenly crashing his lips into yours.

you taste yourself on his lips, melting into the kiss. he kisses you deep, before pulling away and peppering kisses onto your jawline and neck. it’s messy, wet, and you’re still dazed from your post orgasm high. it’s odd to think about how you were peacefully sleeping not too long ago and maybe this is still a dream? it certainly feels like it, your head light and fuzzy as kakucho kisses every inch of your face.

it’s not until you feel something blunt and hard rubbing in between your folds that you snap out of your dream-like state. he’s undressed himself now, his clothes mixing with yours as if he really did live there. as if you two really did belong to one another. glancing down, you see his cock, hard and angry, pre-cum glistening on his tip.

he lines himself up with your hole and you start with a “wait-“, but he doesn’t listen, slowly sinking into your cunt. you moan at the stretch, gripping the sheets underneath you. “kakucho, i told you-“

“i can’t fuckin’ wait! okay?” he snaps and you flinch, diverting your eyes from him. he grips your chin, digging into your skin and forcing you to look back at him. desperation fills not only his eyes but his voice, “do you know how long i’ve wanted this?”

he continues rambling as he pushes into you, “do you know how fucking hard it was to watch you every day knowing that you weren’t coming home to me? every fucking day where you’d turn away from me to look at someone else? to be with someone else?”

it’s the way he words it as if you really were seeing someone else, completely aware of his feelings for you or maybe it’s the vitriol laced in each word that sends a creeping blush up on your face. he sounded so mean, completely different from the tender tone you had known. honestly, you kind of liked it.

you claw at his arms, back arching off the bed as he sinks deeper. “you’re fucking mine,” he says through grit teeth as he bottoms out. “all fucking mine.” he presses his forehead to you, hips flush against yours. “fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

he pulls himself until he’s almost completely out and you whine at the loss. he mumbles, “i’ll give you what you want, pretty girl.” right before he slams himself back in.

you gasp as he starts fucking you, his pace brutal and unforgiving, you were his and he was going to make sure you knew that. pushing your knees up to your chest your eyes roll back again because he’s just so deep. the drag of your walls around his leaking cock is euphoric. he drinks in all of your mewls and moans as he continues to hit that sweet spot inside you, love drunk on the sound of your voice.

“‘m close,” you rasp, looking up at him through glassy eyes. “p-please kaku, can i?”

“can you what baby? be specific.” he tuts, but his head is spinning and his heart is swelling.

“kaku, please, i wanna cum,” you babble, tongue lolling out of you slightly. he slows down to a full stop and you desperately try to grind back against him. “please! please, i want it!” you cry, tears starting to freely fall down your pretty face.

“yeah honey? you wanna cum on my cock?” he coos and you nod vigorously, “then tell me who you belong to, who gets to fuck you like this?”

“you! i belong to you, kaku, only you,” you sniffle up at him and he smiles, finally starting to move again. you wrap your arms around him as he angles himself so he can hit that spot that has you seeing stars with each thrust.

snaking a hand down to play with your clit, you sob out, as he rubs sticky circles. you’re so close the added stimulation has you clenching and dripping around him. “let go, princess.” he says, and you do, falling apart on him. legs kicking wildly, your pussy squeezes down on him and he follows you soon after, thick, hot seed spilling deep into your cunt.

he pushes himself up, leaning back and gently pulling out. wincing at the loss, you turn onto your side, curling up on yourself, too exhausted to care about the amount of cum not only leaking out of you but splashed onto your bed and thighs. your hair sticks to your sweaty forehead, you feel full and utterly spent.

you close your eyes, trying to calm your breathing as your body continues to twitch from post orgasm, little hiccups escaping your mouth here and there. the calm doesn’t last long and soon you feel a hand on your hip, flipping you onto your stomach. you wail, gripping the sheets, as you feel kakucho pull you back to slip into you, again.

“i wasn’t done with you,” he growls, leaning down to press his chest against your back. you can’t really talk much at this point, brain mushy and fuzzy, so you whimper out a small “mm.”

he wraps his arm around your neck, keeping you in a near chokehold as he pistons into you. the squelch of fluids and the slapping of skin fills the room once more. something about the way he fucks you is different now, his thrusts are sloppy, needy and his moans tickle your ear.

“i love you,” he chants, “i really fucking love you.” you don’t know what to say, pleasure taking over you again, so you ignore the little voice in the back of your head screaming to say it back and moan into his arm.

he moves his free hand down to hook behind your knee, sliding it up to spread your legs further. you try to keel up into him, one hand grabbing at arm curled around your neck, but he has you caged. you’re almost entirely sure you’re drooling over his arm. with your head tilted towards him, you glance up with glassy eyes, mouth open and panting.

you think he looks pretty like this, looking down at you, brows knit. you’re not sure if you love him, but you do love the way his dick slides in and out of your tight hole. “f-feels good,” you slur, “feels so, ah!, good,” you can feel your orgasm blooming again, heat bubbling in your gut.

“gonna cream on my cock again?” he grunts, thinking how after this there’s no way you wouldn’t be his wife… right?

“yeah, ‘m gonna cum,” you mewl and kakucho’s thrusting his tongue into your mouth. the added stimulation is enough and you’re both unravelling. your eyes cross with the intensity of your orgasm, as your entire body shakes. he can feel you squeezing down and milking his cock as you moan into each other.

your head lolls onto the bed as kakucho’s grip loosens. he buries his face into your neck and you stay like this for a bit, heavy breaths and sticky bodies. he gently pulls out as he rolls over, one arm draped over his forehead.

you’re not sure you would look down even if you had the strength, your body limp. but you can feel it, you can feel his cum seeping out of your cunt. your bed is probably a mess.

you prop yourself up onto your elbows as best you can, “that… was the last time… for tonight, okay?” you pout. you'd probably actually pass out if he wanted to go again.

he moves his arm off, sitting up immediately. his look is incredulous, maybe even hopeful, “for tonigh-“

“or ever!” you interrupt, reaching for him and wincing. “oh, ow.” your entire body is aching so you opt for curling in on yourself again.

“… sorry,” he says sheepishly, one hand on his neck, “i didn’t mean to-“

“you don’t have to lie, i know you did.” you mumble, peeking up at him.

shame crashes over him and he gets up to get dressed, trying to not look at you. i fucked up, he thinks, until you grab his wrist and he looks down at you, a blush tinting his features. funny, as if he didn’t almost just fuck the life out of you.

you spread your arms, a blush on your face as well, “stay with me?” except it sounds more like a command than a question. and he does, getting back onto the bed and melting into your embrace.

he moves and positions you so that you’re resting with your head against his chest. he trails your lower back with his hand absently, making small shapes across your skin. it’s quiet, cozy, and there’s so many things you want to ask before you drift off into sleep, but he speaks first.

“could you do me a favor?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your head. you can’t see it, but there’s a smile gracing his face. you're warm and everything he wants.

“mm, sure?” you reply, sleepiness starting to overtake you.

“tell mikey you wanna stay at my place tomorrow.”

[rinksu-no-joo]

My Hood 🤍❤️‍🔥

{Chapter 1: The start of spring}

To know me, is to know that my story is an overtold one. Batman's greatest failure. The robin that failed. The robin that died. Or, if you’re a fan of the theatric, The Prince of Gotham; that one's my personal favorite.

None of those are me at least not completely. But I didn't realize that until I met her.

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It was a long night, but that's to be expected, patrol was brutal as always. I made way back to the belfry to end the night's patrol. Removing my armor, and cleaning myself in the sink, I looked forward to the next few hours rest. After sleeping off the aches of my body I made my way downstairs to continue training. The weight of my body made the stairs creak and groan, once down I was greeted by Dick.

"Well, if it isn't big man, was patrol really that tough on you?"

With a yawn Jason wiped the sleep from his eyes, “Has anyone eaten?”

 

“Not yet!” Barbara shouts from her desk, “I'm just going over some of the info you guys found on Penguin’s ring last night. I'd love a coffee if you’re going on a run though.”

“Sure. Where's Tim?”

As if on que, a zombified groan echoes from the upper couch.

Emerging from the kitchen Alfred responds, "Master Tim is resting from his injuries. I could always whip you all up a nice breakfast, save yourself the trip."

"No need Alfred, in fact I'll be stopping by the cafe you like. I'll pick you up a bite of their raspberry tiramisu, how's that sound?"

"You spoil me too much my boy," he says with a soft smile. "Take care on your way, and make sure to take an umbrella. It's still raining."

"Sure thing Alfred, but when isn't it raining in Gotham?" He quips as he grabs his bike helmet and keys.

Dick shouts, "Wait! Don't I get to order anything?"

"Sorry I only do runs for my favorites." Jason replies as he closes the front door behind him.

"Wait!" To Dicks surprise he falls off of his gymnastics beam, "Ouch… Wait, you have favorites? And Tim's on that list? What about me?! How do I get on the list? Ouch my shoulder…"

On his way to Cafe Las Félicité, he takes in the sights. His thoughts wander, 'Gotham looks so different in the day. Almost like you could actually live here in peace.' Then he passes a mugging in an ally, 'Or not.'

He chuckles to himself as he waits at a red light, and his phone vibrates in his pocket. Taking it out, he reads the messages;

Babs: Please get Grayson a blueberry yogurt he's harassing Tim i swear he's a child at times (¬_¬")

Jason: but what if i don't wanna (～￣▽￣)～

Babs: … BOI щ(゜ロ゜щ)

Jason: XD alright for you I will BBL

Babs: see you soon (❁´◡`❁)

Chuckling as he puts his phone away, Jason finishes his drive to the cafe. As he enters, he wipes his boots onto the mat and shakes the rain from his jacket as the doorbell softly chimes as the door closes. He takes a quick look at his surroundings; There's an old couple sitting by the door, a couple near the back, and it looks like college students in the middle. Not too crowded today, just how he likes it. As he steps up to place his order, he notices the cashier's expression screams 'exhasperated with it all.' He takes note to make it quick.

"Welcome to Las Félicité. How may I serve you today?"

"Uh, could I get one glazed doughnut, one coffee with amaretto creamer a small raspberry tiramisu… and uh, Do you guys sell blueberry yogurt by chance?"

The cashier sighs heavily, "I'll check. Will that be all?"

Jason looks at the menu again, "Could I have the breakfast special too please?"

"No problem sir, will that be all?"

"Yes thank you."

"Will this be to go?"

"The first order is."

"Sure thing," He says as he slinks away to the kitchen.

Whilst Jason takes a seat, he places his helmet on the table and mindlessly scrolls his messages and news articles. He takes a moment to look out the window, out at Gotham at all the hussle and bustle of his home. Maybe because its a new year, he's not sure, but the air itself feels lighter. Like the cities try to embrace a naive idea, one of hope. His thoughts are soon dispersed as he hears the wind blow in and the bell chime again.

"Woo! It's freezing out there, Markus, dry your feet dear," She taps her umbrella at the door, "Here, hold this please."

The woman gives her umbrella to the child, who looks to be no older than Damian, maybe slightly older, the kid is kinda tall.

"Yes ma'am." The boy responds.

Could that be his mom? Jason watches the interaction intently.

The elderly couple smiles at the pair, directing their attention to the boy, "What a respectful young man."

He turns to them and smiles cheerfully, "Thank you!"

Jason notices the boy's hair is braided back into a pom. He's wearing a black puffer jacket, white shoes, and gray jeans. Practical attire, well worn, but not ratty. They're obviously getting by.

"Oh my such beautiful eyes… What color are they?"

"Hazel ma'am."

"Oh my, and how old are you dear?"

"eleven."

So he is the same age…

"You're tall for your age," The old woman coos.

"Thank you, my sister tells me that all the time."

"We'll let you go back to your big sister, you're such a wonderful young man," As they turn, Jason hears the old woman whisper to her husband, "I hope this city doesn't ruin him it's stolen enough bright futures."

Jason thinks to himself, 'I hope so too.'

It's the older sisters turn in line,

"Hello Miss welcome to Las Félicité how may I serve you today?"

"Thank you, I'd like the breakfast special with the turkey sausage. No pork, a well done egg on a plain baegel, with one smore iced coffee, but please no graham crackers."

"Will that be all?" The cashier huffs with attitude.

The woman turns to the child beside her, "Markus what would you like?"

"Um, The churro pancake special?"

"So that'll be two pancakes, turkey sausages, scrambled eggs, mixed fruit and an apple cider-with whipped cream and caramel please." Markus asked the waiter.

"I'll bring your order out. You're free to take a seat while you wait. The bill will be on the tray."

"Thank you sir, come Markus. Lets get our seats."

An hour or so passed. The older couple had left, and the rain clouds parted a bit allowing the sun to shine in parts. Jason went to the counter, he saw no one in the back from what he could tell. Ringing the bell twice, he waits��� No response. He taps it three more times; Nothing. Sighing heavily, he returns to his seat.

The woman gets up and taps the bell, "Excuse me, We've been waiting for over an hour. My brother has to go to school and I have to get to work, we've only got maybe fifty minutes to eat our food and it hasn't even come out yet!"

The slam of a door echoes through the cafe, "I hear the fuckin' bell alright! Why don't you cry about your problems to someone who cares! If you're all that pressed, go fuck off somewhere else bitch!" The man slams his hat onto the counter, "Fuck!"

The young boy covers his ears and mumbles.

Oh boy he's done it now, Jason's listening intently now more so than before.

"ANSEL EFFIE FARRIS!"

Jason has to stop himself from laughing, and the cashier looks stunned.

"How'd you know--"

"her voice is low she inhales deeply she speaks with a quiet intensity in her voice I don't want this to escalate so I'll say this once you do not talk to anyone this way especially a paying customer you owe everyone in here an apology for your behavior and you had the nerve to disrespect me in front of my younger brother what you might not know is I'm good friends with the owner of this establishment all it would take is a phone call and your job is done but here's the thing I don't feel it necessary to do so ,get some act right and pull yourself together before I do it for you do you understand me?"

"the cashier nervously shuffled from his left to his right foot

"Uh, um… I apologize I've been having a bad day the cashier remember seeing her come in once before from how familiar the owner and her seemed he knew her words wouldn't come back void.

Please accept my apology Ma'am I... really need this job the mans head hangs down as if he were a child being chastised by his parent

The woman's tone soften if only slightly I understand that but that is no excuse to disrespect anybody especially knowing how hard it already is in this city we should at least be able to enjoy a nice meal and to be served with the respect any citizen deserves now if you'd please get me my order,

"I'll go get your food miss."

"the man scurries away embarrassed and ashamed to retrieve the orders Jason in disbelief at what he just saw couldn't help but chuckle as she made her way back to her table she heard an almost stifled laugh "Excuse me sir, would you mind enlightening me on what's funny?" she asks with an eyebrow raised.

Jason finally gets a good look at her. As more of the rain clouds dissipate the sunrays come through the cafe window, her long black hair adorned with beads. The bottom of her cream coat and black sweater accentuating her features. Her white boots, and cream pants pulled the entire look together, but most of all her face. Smooth full lips, a sleek button nose, and elegant striking grey eyes. A simple necklace with a cross in a heart gracefully placed on her neck twinkled in the peeping sunlight. He looks at her face, her emotions somehow enhanced by the sun's touch.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I meant no disrespect. I just found you funny for putting that guy in his place, in possibly the most respectful way possible. Honestly, I agree with you the people of Gotham do deserve more."

"Hmm is that so ," she eyes him curiously, "If you don't mind, could we join you? No one else is here, besides it's okay we're already a little late well I am anyway."

"Yeah you were in a rush to go before right?"

"Well, that was before I spoke to someone interesting. So many things about you tell a story and I'd be a liar to say I'm not curious to know just how many. Besides, what better way to get to know someone, other than sharing a meal?"

Markus made his way over to the table, "Hello sir." Extending his hand out in greeting he smiles.

"Hey there little man," Jason shakes Markus' hand, "Firm grip there kiddo."

"Thank you sir." Markus sits in-between them both, then notices the scar on Jason's face. He stares a little too long, bringing attention to himself.

Jason notices and shifts uncomfortably, "Ah sorry, I know it must look scary, but I promise I don't bite."

Markus turns his head away in embarassment, "Sorry, I wasn't trying to stare… If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

The waiter comes out finally, with food in tow. Jason looks down towards the table and sighs, "Uh, it's a long story kiddo."

"Your orders."

Jason takes the bag of the first order and sets it by his helmet and places his hot plate Infront of himself they do the same

"Thank you," They all say in unison.

"Here's the cash for the meal," The woman rustles through her bag to gather the money to pay, Jason pulls a few bucks from his wallet.

They both hand their money towards the waiter, "Actually Madam, Sir, its on the house today take it as a token of our sincerest apology. Enjoy!"

"What?" She says in surprise.

"Please come back anytime!"

"Hey, that was kind of them."

"Yes it was." Markus says distractedly, as he eyes his pancakes.

She notices and chuckles to herself, "Say your grace before you dig in, mister."

"Sorry," He places his hands together, saying his prayer as quickly as possible, "Amen."

Taking a big bite of food Markus groans in delight. His older sister saying her own amen in acknowledgement, suddenly she noticed Jason's silence.

"I'm sorry, I hope we didn't offend."

"What? Oh no, you're fine. I was just curious, how'd you know his name? The cashier I mean."

The woman's expression grew stern, "Darn it, I was hoping no one took notice. I guess my secret has been revealed," She stands from the table, "I'm the worlds greatest detective... I, am Batman." A smile played at her lips, her voice gruff and overly dramatic she used her coat as a poor imitation of the signature cowl. Bursting into a fit of giggles, her brother couldn't help but laugh at his sister's antics.

"I'm just kidding, his family lives down the hall from me. A lot of elderly live where I am, so I take care of them. Sometimes they'll tell me about their family. When I told his mother where I frequent for a good bite to eat in the morning, she mentioned her son worked here. Said his name was Ansel. and I noticed his name tag."

"Oh okay, cool."

Jason notices their meals are very sweet and colorful, he chuckles to himself, "You both got a sweet tooth I see."

Before his sister could answer Markus replied, "My grandma says the more sweets you eat, the sweeter you'll be!" As he takes another bite of his food with a shimmering grin to match.

"While yes, we do enjoy a nice sweet or two we don't usually eat like this. I was rewarding him for all his hard work."

Markus sat up proudly, "Yup! I won my school spelling bee."

Jason smiled at the young boy, "Well I'll be. I had no idea I was sharing a table with a genius! Up top little man!" they slap hands. "What grade are you in?"

"Fifth grade."

"Well, keep it up and you'll go far," Jason directs his attention to the woman, "What about you miss?"

"Oh, I work as the art director in a company, not too far from here."

"It's two blocks from my school." Markus interjected.

Jason nodded in understanding. Markus excused himself from the table, letting his sister know he was just going to the bathroom and that he'd be back. Jason mentions how good a kid her brother is, and she smiles with pride.

"Do you have any siblings?" She asks.

He grabs the bag next to his helmet, "Too many."

She laughs, "I see you ride," Noticing his puzzled expression, she motions to his helmet, "I saw your bike on the way in. It must be fun."

"Yeah it is," he paused for a moment, "I, uh, could give you a ride some time if you'd like?"

She smiles, "Listen here speed racer, I'd love to but I've got people counting on me. I can't risk it but you can have fun for the both of us! Pop a wheelie and everything."

They both chuckled, and the atmosphere settled into a brief, but comfortable silence her eyes on the skyline. Suddenly she asks him, "Hey if there was one thing you'd change about our city, what would it be?"

"Just one? There's so many things though, like the smog Traffic-" they say in unison. Jason chuckles and continues, The rouge gallery, and corrupt politicians."

"All of those are pretty good, but dig a little deeper. Personally, it'd be to end child homelessness, to open more parks and places where our children can be children, to learn and explore the world around them not to be in fear of whatever boogie man will show up next..." She trails off and her brow furrows slightly, "That's just my take though."

"Hmm, I think that'd be nice," He smiles at her, "Well I gotta head out, it was nice talking to you." He extends his hand for a shake, and she eagerly shakes it.

"Same here," She looks at her phone, "Oh we gotta go, like now." Grabbing her coffee to go she heads to the men's bathroom, beckoning to her brother the urgency of which they have to depart, she motions to their food in hand and urges him towards the door. Jason gathers his things suddenly remembering he never got her name. Running out the door he sees them walking down the street. Hopping on his bike, he drives up to the sidewalk next to them.

Huffing, he lifts his visor, "I never got your name."

She was startled at first, but couldn't help but laugh, " Goodness, look at me. Always going on about manners, but I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Aunika Abara. How you'd do?" She reaches out to shake his hand once more.

He removes his glove, "Jason. Jason Todd."

Aunika smiles warmly, "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you Jason. Hopefully we'll see you around." She and Markus continue on their way as Jason starts driving down the street, he pops a wheelie and looks back to see her laughing. Markus was starry-eyed and full of curiosity beside her.

'I hope I see her again.' He thinks to himself as he takes in the sight of the morning sun heading back home.

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Authors note: Hey First post🥳 I know it's late but I hope y'all enjoy I had some minor problems with my editor but next week's schedule won't overlap I'll be posting more through out the day take care and be blessed 😄

@tofumilkbread @blissmar

[riddle-me-ri]

Firstly, I've loved your writing so far! So, before the request I wanna say keep up the good work, you're doing great! 😁 Would it be possible to request something with Jigen having to pretend to be married to the reader for the sake of a heist? Like a "the person we're robbing frequents this couple's retreat and Lupin's called dibs on Fujiko" kinda thing xD (if the concept floats your boat of course. There's no pressure to say yes if not)

a/n: awww omg thanks!! I appreciate the support! I've only started writing for Lupin and gang so it's always relieving to hear I'm doing well lol. And yay my first solo Jigen request and such an adorable idea too! This was so much fun to write! Hope you enjoy!

Jigen Daisuke x Reader - Better Half

Jigen Daisuke could usually get behind many of Lupin's far-fetched plans of master disguises and acting out various roles in order to obtain a massive gain…

But this felt like a certain line was crossed.

Apparently this trillionaire liked to daylight as a loving and doting husband to his wife of supposedly twenty years (but by nighttime he's as gangster as they come with trades and transfers in all sorts of despicable activities).

Lupin figured it'd be best to scout the target when he was most vulnerable and more focused on holding a facade…hence why you four were at a romantic couples’ retreat and Lupin obviously snatched up Fujiko for the role as his “wife”.

If Jigen wanted to find out intel on his own and not look suspicious, that meant you and him had to be false spouses.

Deep down, Jigen knew this was truly the least of his actual worries, and he believed Lupin had an ulterior motive to this plan.

The gentleman thief was aware of Jigen's feelings for you, often teasing Jigen for them, and this just seems like another prominent example of that.

It didn't help that you were playing the role to a T.

“Hey honey, I've got the hotel keys. Do you wanna head up to our room and get settled in?”

Jigen shook his head to stir himself out of his thoughts. “Uh, yeah, let's go…”

In a split second, Jigen quickly grabbed your luggage along with his-this definitely looked good, right?

“Oh, thank you! You sure you got it, sweetheart?”

Just how in the hell did those pet names just slip so easily from your lips? It almost sounded…natural.

“Yeah, I got it, lead the way…” Jigen choked on returning the pet name pattern you had, but you didn't seem to mind as you nodded and led the two of you to the elevator.

Once the elevator doors shut, you exhaled heavily.

“Sorry…I, uh, didn't mean to lay it on so thick…just wanted to set it up from the start, you know? Not cause any suspicion.”

Jigen shook his head. “Nah, don't apologize. You're selling the part well– it just may take me a minute to catch up.”

“No worries, we'll be fine. I’m more concerned about Lupin and Fujiko…mostly Lupin keeping his focus.”

Jigen huffed. “You and me both…”

~~~~~

After you two dropped off your luggage you both decided to scope the place.

Jigen wished he could pat himself on the back for how well he kept his cool.

On top of you wearing a swimsuit that revealed more of your skin than usual, you remained determined to stay in the role of a doting and loving spouse.

The intentions of what you were saying blurred between being genuine and just a line.

You kept your body next to his, whether it's by wrapping your arm around his, holding his hand, or your hand resting on the lower end of his back.

All the while, Jigen tried not to get too attached to your affections…albeit in the back of his mind he had to admit he could get used to all this…

Somehow, Jigen managed to stay neutral despite the overwhelming heat that scorched up inside.

His mind was reeling despite the tranquil disposition he gave off from just lounging in a beach chair, waiting for the target or Lupin to show up…

“Jigen?”

Your sweet voice brought him back to the moment at hand.

“Hm?”

“Fujiko just sent me a message…” You got down on your knees beside the chair and leaned closer into Jigen's ear.

“She's found the guy's room…apparently the bastard isn't all that loyal to his loving wife…” You began to whisper in his ear.

Jigen listened intently until out of his peripheral vision, and he saw the very man you were discussing.

He was about to warn you when you suddenly wrapped your arms around his neck.

You pulled his head closer to yours, and you kissed his cheek.

“Thanks for saving me a spot, sweetie!” You swiftly laid down on the chair beside him.

Jigen didn't react immediately as he watched the target move over to the hot tub on the other end of the swimming pool and out of ear shot of you two.

“Nice save, but was that necessary?”

You shrugged. “Why else would a partner get close to their hubby?”

“I'm beginning to think you're enjoying this…”

“And if I am?” You questioned before you could think about the implications.

Jigen brushed his hair to the side to look at you incredulously.

“Well, I guess I can't stop you…”

“Of course you can, just tell me to stop…if you want me to.”

Jigen sighed but didn't answer.

You leaned forward off your chair towards him and ruffled his hair teasingly.

“We can discuss this later, but right now, let's check out that guy's room. Fujiko said he keeps a safe somewhere in the penthouse room…”

“Whatever you say, dear.” Jigen sighed.

“Oh now you use the pet names.” You snickered as you stood up from your chair.

Jigen shrugged as he followed you. “I learned from the best.”

You chuckled. “Sure, you learned from your better half!”

Jigen tsked but still held an amused side smirk.

It wasn't an ideal start to this new development, and he still planned on giving Lupin shit later for this whole setup.

However, Jigen knew he'd also have to thank his friend for giving him a slice of what could be and now what finally will be once this heist is over.

[selkiechild4998]

Unwanted Guard Ghoul

I love the idea of each brother having a guard ghoul that kinda represents who leads the pack. I also love this rare pair of Secondo and Alpha, they just have so much potential!

TW-None

Gene- I honestly don't know what to call this XD

Wordcount- 665 words

"I do not need a guard ghoul, Mother," Secondo stated flatly.

"That isn't your decision to make, Secondo," Sister argued back, "The Clergy feels it best to assign you a guard ghoul."

Secondo frowned as he folded his arms across his chest. He was a fully grown man; he didn't need a guard ghoul like his younger brother. "Who is it?" he asked.

"One of the fire ghouls from the nursery."

And Secondo's mood soured further. He has only been to the nursery a handful of times. He never really bothered with the ghouls; to him, they were just creatures from the Pit, meant to serve the Ministry. "A nursery ghoul? You can't be serious," Secondo huffed, "They handle babies. How can a nursery ghoul possibly be a guard ghoul?"

"Just because he helps within the nursery doesn't mean he can't be a guard, Secondo," Sister argued, "He is assigned to you whether you like it or not. He'll be at your office by twelve. I expect you to remember your manners." Which Secondo rolled his eyes at and started walking to his office.

He was mad. No, frustrated. He's dedicated his entire life to spreading the Ministry's dark message. Yes, he tends to sneak out to the occasional party, but he doesn't need supervision like a child. And to be assigned a nursery ghoul? It felt like salt in the wound. When he glanced at his watch, he saw it was only eleven, thirty. He hoped that would be enough time for him to compose himself and calm his mind before meeting this ghoul.

By the time twelve rolled around, Secondo was seated within his office, his reading glasses resting on his nose as he read over the paperwork sprawled out before him. His attention was momentarily drawn from his work when four knocks rap against the door. "Enter," He spoke, keeping his eyes down at his paperwork.

What made him look up was the thick scent of campfire and ash, glancing up and pausing. He expected some soft nursery ghoul, small and timid. Not this brick wall of a fire ghoul. He was dressed in the pitch black cassock the other ghouls under Secondo's direct command wear, complete with the shiny black mask that hid his face, only leaving those firey red eyes that glowed softly within the mask's shadow.

"Hello Papa," He greeted in a low, gravelly tone.

"You must be the ghoul Mother told me about," Secondo frowned, placing his pen down as he looked over the ghoul. "She mentioned you were previously assigned to the nursery. You don't look like it."

"They needed a fire ghoul for the emberlings," The ghoul stated.

Secondo nodded, "Do you have a name?"

"Alpha."

"Alpha?" Secondo repeated, "Why that name?"

"I was my pack's longest-ruling leader," Alpha explained before adding, "Before I was summoned here."

Secondo nodded. He's heard mention of fire ghoul pack structure. Hearing how they are similar to lion prides or wolf packs. "Then you must've had a mate?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

"No. I've never taken a mate."

Now that surprised Secondo, but didn't show it. With a fire ghoul so healthy and leading a pack, he'd expect him to have a mate. Then a thought entered his mind.

"Well, since you are my guard ghoul, I expect-"

"I'm sorry Papa, but the Clergy has requested me not follow the orders you give me."

"Excuse me?" Secondo frowned, "I am your Papa. You are to follow my orders, regardless of what the Clergy has to say."

"I was given an order, and I rather stay here than be sent back to the Pit," Alpha stated in a slightly darker tone.

Secondo huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He really is stuck with this ghoul. "Che cazzo…" He mumbled to himself. "You better not get in the way of any of my plans."

"I can make no such promise, Papa."

This was going to be fun.

[moonspirit]

Hey! Uh...sorry but I'm kind of new around here, and I actually don't know what the hell is a boop???? How do you make this thing works??? ( I'm sorry to ask this to you but I have still not figure this shit out and I've seen that you are involved in this...so...)

I just want to understand

sorry...

( hope you're okay to)

By the way, I wanted to tell you that I absolutly looooove VBEOW and it's brings me a lot of joy when I have a bad day... (can't believe that I haven't send you a message about this sooner...)Thanks you so much for your work!

(Don't feel any pressure to answer if you don't wang to 🙂)

Ahh hello!

So the boops are a Tumblr "event" of sorts, where you get to "boop" other Tumblr users and also get booped in return. Basically Tumblr gives everyone a "boop button" on their blogs that others can come over and click to spam like crazy xD

When you open Tumblr (web/phone), you'll see that there's a "boop o meter" now present at the top of your dash. Below that, two options: "start" and "opt out".

You have to choose "start" in order to be able to receive boops.

After that, you simply go on your dash like normal, find the "boop" buttons active next to other blogs you follow, and start clicking xD Basically spam anybody you see with boops!

It's simply fun ahahha XD Lasts only a day tho!

As for VBEOW - oh thank you so so so much for telling me - that's so very kind of you T______T I'm genuinely happy to know it gives you some joy, and I'll keep doing my best to make sure that continues T////T thank you so very much!!!

[katyspersonal]

Honestly, thank you for calling Messmer a fascist I feel like so much of the fandom just ignore the way he is written for the sake of a more simplified and commodified character they can lust over. Not only is it weird to completely deny such an important part of his character that affects the wider narrative (not even getting into real world implications) it just makes him more boring! This is a Fromsoft game where very few characters are ever even close to morally pure. And yes, Messmer isn’t as pure evil as he was presented in the trailers, that doesn’t mean he’s a good person. A lot of people take away the main twist of the storyline as “the Hornsent were the bad guys the whole time and Messmer was completely in the right” when that’s just not the case. Sorry for ranting in your ask box I just thought you might like to hear out my case lol x)

First not going to lie, frien, I start to have some personal concern because of the messages like this. 😔 I am getting the type of messages like "thank you for doing this Elden Ring thing when everyone else does that Elden Ring thing" + followed by jab at the fandom for not paying enough attention or variants! There was "thank you for actually having positive reading of Nanaya when people portray her as agent of chaos", then "thank you for writing Rellana with her own ideology when people portray her as just Golden Order simp", then "thank you for writing Messmer and Marika as fucked up when people make them wholesome mother-son bond"... now this too

I want to say that I do not blame you, or anyone who sent previous messages I mentioned! And I am glad that you find enjoyment and understanding in how I analyse and write Elden Ring things! Like, yes, I am happy that it resonated with you when by your own admission, it is not something you see often! ...that being said, I really do not fit to be the "face of opposition" if you can even call it that! xD I am very meticulous in my analysis (against my will, autism is just like this) and try to not have any bias but instead fixate on what the writer really wants to say, but I should be more critical with compliments that I accept! Don't want to get my ego bloated with comparisons fshhddhsf I accept the compliments for my posts! Just not the '...unlike the rest of the fandom' part if this can be helped!

^^^ On the subject, Messmer said this phrase even in the first, gameplay trailer, and it already made me raise my eyebrow! Saying that "impure" creatures do not deserve to live is really wild, however, it didn't look to be Miyazaki's average jab at religious crusades... yet xD

^^^ Then THIS stuff in the second trailer. Basically, I was already labelling him fascist before the DLC dropped 🙄

I was actually really... delighted to find out that Fromsoft touched such a huge topic? Even though it is called 'Crusade', Miyazaki's jab at religion leaned more towards Inquisitors of Hornsent! Messmer lived up to my expectations from his character and MORE! He is not even wiser than burning all traces of history and culture, had it not been for his Knights beings better than this! Honestly, Fromsoft raising the topics of fashism and genocide is one of their biggest Ws so far, and something I will always love SOTE for!

Above all I agree that even if you ditch everything about 'subtext', 'media literacy' and 'obvious implications', the story about "justified genocide" doesn't really offer anything interesting narratively! Making a whole nation/race/whatever 'inherently evil' and their genocide as heroic act....? It doesn't offer anything: no meaning, no fuel for self-reflection as society, no awareness of real world parallels, no philosophical debate about horrors of revenge cycle...

Doesn't offer anything interesting, except for.... yeah, making Messmer more approachable to simp for. Well, everyone knows what I think of such characters:

Debate about media literacy and subtexts in Elden Ring is very tricky, and I've learned the hard way when Mohg beaten the allegations! (my confidence was shattered that day fhddhsf) It is hard to draw the line where 'obvious implication' ends and 'but they did not DIRECTLY say it...' starts! So yeah, when logic and reading deep ends, I think feelings can help. Messmer is a horrible, horrible person, and genocide is the worst thing humanity can fall into. Is making one character (maybe two, as Marika is connected) more "likeable" worth larger story with meaning, rising such significant topics? I don't think so!

As for Hornsent........ sighhhh...

[thatbigbisexual29]

Play with us, Papa Rei! (Buddy Daddies)

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM ALL OF US TO YOU! WE WISH IT WAS OUR BIRTHDAY TO WE CAN PARTY TOO HEY! Ayooooo happy birthday to my dearest and bestest friend on this site, @giggly-squiggily !!!!!!!! Gonna be honest, I had this one saved and unfinished in my drafts and thought "She would love this!" so HERE WE ARE!!!!! Like I said in a message before, I'm super glad to have you as a friend! I truly appreciate you and your friendship, you've even inspired me to post some of my own fics! (Which was not as scary as I thought it would be XD Sorry this is a bit late, but I hope you enjoy it! This one is for you :3 And again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!

The days when Miri was home from school were probably the most eventful days Rei’s ever experienced in his life. She was such a wild bundle of energy that he could barely keep up sometimes. Thank god Kazuki was there to help out. Even though he barely acknowledged it or said anything, he genuinely loved and appreciated the help the older man gave. And now was no different. She asked, no, demanded that the two build her a massive pillow fort to her liking. And since they couldn’t say no to her cute face, they got to work. Soon enough, all the couch cushions, pillows, and blankets in the house had been used to make a, quite honestly, impressive pillow fort in their living room. And Miri was so overjoyed.

“Thank you Papa Rei! Thank you Papa Kazuki!” she squealed, diving into the opening. Kazuki momentarily panicked as she jumped in with no caution for the structure of the fort! But, he soon relaxed as he saw their girl laughing happily.

“Papas! You need to come in here!” she claimed, grabbing Kazuki by the wrist and pulling him in, giggling loudly at his grunt of surprise. He chuckled and cuddled close to her, making her laugh even more.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Lady Miri! I was afraid I would go cold and hungry this night, but you have saved me! How can I ever repay you??” The blonde man played up, relishing in his daughter’s squeals. Rei lifted up the blanket entrance and watched them, the slightest smile on his lips. He was proud of this. It wasn’t a shabby job, at least not to him, and Rei knew he was going to be invited in by both Miri and Kazuki. As comfy as the inside looked, it would probably heat up real quick. Not to mention he was wearing a long sleeved shirt. So he dropped the blanket curtain and attempted to make his leave.

“Papa Rei, wait!” Miri cried, poking her head from the fort. Rei sighed. Busted. “You need to play with Papa Kazuki and me in the fort! Pleeeeeeeeease???”

“Yeah, pleeeeeeeeease Papa Rei?~” Kazuki also poked his head from the blanket, smirking and egging the former assassin on. With a quiet groan, Rei obeyed their orders and crawled into the space with cheers from the two invitees.

“So! What are we gonna do now, Miri?” Kazuki asked, a big grin on his face. With a starry-eyed look, she ran out the fort yelling behind her, “Let me get my things!” Rei glared at Kazuki, mentally cursing him out for the fate the younger man just exposed them to. The little girl rushed back with an armful of bright hair clips that immediately made the men cringe.

“Let me do your hair Papas!” she asked loudly. And it was less of an ask and phrased more like ‘I’m going to do your hair whether you like it or not.’ Kazuki, of course, didn’t mind. Rei was against this idea entirely. But, like always, he couldn’t say no. Kazuki was first and mixed in with sitting still for Miri to finish his hair, he also had to keep Rei from escaping constantly. After Miri was done making Kazuki a “pretty lady” (Rei chuckled at that), it was Rei’s turn to have all the attention on him. Miri held up a bunch of sparkly bows that she could put in Rei’s hair. The man sat still for several moments as he took in the sight of the bows… then he raced for the exit.

“Wh- REI GET BACK HERE!!!” Kazuki exclaimed, grabbing the former assassin around the waist and falling to the floor with him. “If I have to put silly bows in my hair, then you do too!”

“Never!” Rei shouted as he reached for the door, so close to the outside! Then, Rei felt a poke to his armpit that made him shoot his arm down with a squeak. He turned to look at Miri, who poured angrily yet adorably at the man.

“Papa Rei!” she fussed. “You promised you would play with us! Good daddies don’t make bad promises!”

Kazuki grinned immediately while Rei furrowed his brows with guilt. She was right. He had promised. But then again, that was when he had gotten home from a long day and was half asleep. It technically didn’t count! But he couldn’t let her down… it’s decided then. He will play with his family! … That doesn’t mean he won’t be hard to get though!

“If you tell Papa Kazuki to let me go…” he looked at Miri with a mischievous half-grin. “I’ll tell you where he hides his chocolate pudding!”

Miri gasped excitedly while Kazuki made sounds of betrayal.

“Rei!!! You can’t just do that to me! And Miri! Don’t even think of switching sides! We’re putting bows in his hair whether he likes it or not!” Kazuki declared as he now wrapped his arms around Rei’s chest to keep him in place.

“But Papa Kazukiiiii! I want chocolate pudding!” Miri whined. Rei struggled in Kazuki’s grip, he was stronger than he remembered, as he kept his grin. The pair knew she would start helping Rei as soon as she could. To get her back on track, Kazuki reached out one hand and quickly scribbled his fingers against her belly. Miri squealed with laughter and backed away, holding her tummy as she giggled.

“This is no time for chocolate pudding, Miri! We have to-” Kazuki paused. An idea formed in his head. Rei acted as if he’d read Kazuki’s mind because they made eye contact and the former assassin shook his head feverishly.

“Kazuki, no!” Rei said in a hushed panic. Kazuki only grinned evilly.

“Kazuki yes!! Miri, help tickle Papa Rei!” Kazuki quickly sat on Rei’s thighs as he forced his arms above his head. Huh, he was faster than Rei remembered too.

“Will I get-?” Miri began before Kazuki shouted, “YES you’ll get chocolate pudding!”

“Weeeeee!” Miri squealed as she ran over. Kazuki already started on scratching over Rei’s ribs, giggling at how Rei immediately squeaked at the touch. The former assassin pursed his lips together and puffed out his cheeks in an effort to keep the laughter in. Miri, who began repeatedly poking his side, laughed at his funny face.

“Hahaha! Papa Rei’s making a pooping face!” Miri exclaimed. Kazuki immediately started laughing at her declaration, as he found it hysterically accurate. And with the combination of Miri’s joke, their combined laughter, and the hands tickling over his ribs and sides, tipped the scales a lot quicker than anyone anticipated. Rei started giggling and quietly laughing with his family.

“Aha!” Kazuki barked as he caught these adorable sounds. “Hear that, Miri? He’s laughing! We’re one step closer to getting him to surrender!”

Miri squealed happily and began to use both her hands to poke Rei’s sides, all the while she chanted the words ‘chocolate pudding’ over and over again. Rei shook his head back and forth with glee, smiling wide and freely as Kazuki turned his hand into a claw and vibrated them in between his ribs.

“Khehehehehehe! Ahahahahahahahaaaa! Sttthhahahahahahahap! Get off mehehehehehehe! M-Mirihihihihihi, quihihihihihihit it! Kahahazukihihi, knock it ohohohohoff!” Rei wheezed with laughter as he addressed the man above him and the girl beside him. He rocked his torso back and forth as the two continued to tickle the former assassin silly.

“Papa Kazuki! Let’s get his tummy!” Miri said. Kazuki gasped with delight as Rei groaned in despair.

“That’s a great idea Miri!” Kazuki said as he shoved Rei’s shirt up to his neck. Rei continued to shake his head no, but his smile didn’t leave his face at all. “Alright, Miri! Should we do raspberries or nibbles?”

Rei’s eyes shot wide open at the question and he tried to sit up and pull his hands away. Miri placed her finger to her chin and pondered, humming in thought. Rei tried hard to yank his wrists from Kazuki’s hand, but that bastard just kept him still using his other hand! Rei growled at him and Kazuki stuck out his tongue.

“Raspberries!” was Miri’s decision.

“Raspberries it is then! You ready, Rei?~” Kazuki cooed at his partner, wiggling his eyebrows at the younger man. Rei attempted to scowl at the blonde, but his wavering smile would not leave his features. Then he jerked and barked out a laugh as Miri blew a raspberry on the former assassin’s side. Miri giggled hysterically at his reaction.

“That’s not funny Miri!” Rei fussed, blushing like no one’s business. Kazuki and Miri began laughing again.

“Of course it is, Rei!” Kazuki exclaimed. He was next to dip his head down to Rei’s smooth belly and blow a torturous raspberry.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA! Ohohokay- ohokay. Thahat’s enough. That’s enoHOHAHAHAHAHAF! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO! Ehehehehehehehehehe! C-C’mohohon! Youhu guys!” Rei tried to argue, but he was interrupted by the two taking turns and blowing raspberries until his wheezy laughter turned silent.

After one final raspberry from Kazuki, the blonde man let go of the former assassin and scooped Miri in his lap so they could give him a break. The younger man immediately curled up after being let go and panted, still giggly after the whole ordeal. Miri covered her mouth and giggled with him while Kazuki took in the sights and sounds fondly.

“So,” he started, “you gonna actually play with us now?”

Rei peeked his eye open and looked at the two, noticing how big Miri’s eyes were, hopeful that he’d say yes. Rei just chuckled and pat her head.

“Yeah, I’ll play.”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!” Miri squealed at the top of her lungs. She wiggled out of Kazuki’s grip and jumped onto Rei’s arm, flopping over him and laughing while he grunted. The older man growled in a playful manner and caught the little girl in his arms.

“I’m gonna eat you!” he exclaimed as he nuzzled his face into her ear, lightly nibbling it and making the girl squeal and laugh like no tomorrow. Kazuki  leaned his head on his knee and watched on lovingly, thinking that his life couldn’t get better than this. In truth, it could, especially when he saw their reactions to pulling out three cups of chocolate pudding.

Happy Birthday, Rei, he thought.

[dynamic-k]

'AH, yeah, I just figured that Dark was behind Ted's actions, since Ted can't act alone.'

now i have more fuel for my questions!!! >:]

Okay, so Dark uses the chip thingy he implanted into his brain to communicate with the bots.

Therefore:

If Dark's chip became broken, what would happen to the button bots? If they can't act independently, would they just shut down, or would they go through what they know of Dark, and try to find what he would most likely tell them to do in that situation to follow that?

Also, an extra weakness for Dark i guess. What if someone hacked into the bots to make them make Dark's vision and stuff all weird?

Because they can highlight stuff, so could they just go haywire and destroy Dark's brain etc.???

Or would Dark's coding be too complicated for even experts to hack??

hm... OH I JUST GOT A NEW IDEA

Blue learns alchemy from Vic, and Yellow could learn computer science from Dark!! they could be that one technically two now person who gets up all the information and makes a plan to hack in for a kidnapping back a kidnapping!! if that makes sense.

And if you saw me refering to when potentially King Orange and Purple kidnap Vic, no you didn't

Going back to the bots, sorry my brains jumpy, if Dark died what would they do?? And what happens when he's unconscious and can't think? WAIT WHAT ABOUT SLEEPING-

I think I went hyper from eating a KitKat. XD

Thank you for reading this,

-R

Be forewarned: There is a lot of lore rambling below the cut.

AH- We appear to have a slight slight misunderstanding-

|Okay, so Dark uses the chip thingy he implanted into his brain to communicate with the bots.|

Uhhh, not quite- It's only a more instantaneous communication. Remember that Dark did that surgery on himself during his and Chosen's first few years of heroing, but not like right at the start. So how would Dark have communicated with his beloved button-bots before the chip in his head existed?

Verbally commanding them present time, and precoding certain instructions into the bots beforehand, was how he did it before he went and made the chip design and then surgeried himself. He still does do that, like how in chapter three of Arc One:

The bots are constantly idle, listening to conversations and other audio surrounding Dark, as the button-bots remain on Dark's person at all times. [The bots are recharged with energy when idle as buttons, and said energy is stored inside Dark's vest which is gotten from a small wired battery Dark has stored in both his wrist cuffs. He changes the battery to a new one as needed.]

Because the bots pick up on all audio, and are programmed with precoded specifications, Ted clearly overheard what Chosen wanted Dark to do. When Dark pulled Ted out, [Dark had the chip at this point in time] Ted sent a confirm message straight to Dark's vision, like it was asking if what Dark wanted was for Ted to handle the school situation and make sure that the school was under the impression that Second would be staying home. Ted's artificial intelligence was set well enough, and the bot used artificial soundwaves that matched similarly to Alan's voice, in order to be convincing, and it was pulled off very well.

Without the chip, Dark always had to verbally give commands and sometimes this was inefficient and slowed things down. The reason it was slow, was only so because Dark is extremely cautious about where and what his bots do, so there are many walls of precautions set in place so the artificial intelligence doesn't run in the wrong direction and a bot thinks it should do something other than what Dark wants. That's why there are confirm messages and such, like "Are you sure that [insert command] is what you wish to happen?"

There was not confirm messages before the chip existed. Instead, Dark just gave orders, and the bots were never programmed at that moment to formulate thoughts and orders themselves, because they would be under the risk of assuming something incorrect. After the chip existed, Dark added the codes that allowed the bots to use information they received to guess what Dark wanted to happen, because now the previous "risk" did not exist. It was alleviated by the ability for Dark to directly receive confirm messages, and there was no longer the possibility that a bot would assume the wrong thing and try to do something Dark didn't want to happen. With the chip, if a bot did happen to misunderstand, than Dark could cancel it mentally when the confirm message appears in his vision. If he had that code set up without the chip, and a bot misunderstood something Dark would be forced to chase after a bot physically in the moment and try to verbally re-issue a corrected command. Hence, the reason that "think and estimate" code was not added to the button bots until after Dark gained mental connection to his bots via the chip he implanted.

....I hope all of this is making sense, oh my sticks- I did say I would ramble about how they worked, I have so much lore in my head that needs an excuse to get out-

The chip no longer exists as a physical chip under Dark's skin. It has melded with the rest of his code and being, and now is literally in his bloodstream as a direct part of himself. Dark and the chip are one, and this action cannot be undone. [This does mean that the chip cannot fracture physically though, neither can it somehow corrode or be corrupted due to Dark's receiving of physical injuries.]

The bots cannot be "hacked", they only respond to Dark. They recognize Dark and Dark's being and Dark's code and everything that is Dark. Unless someone somehow managed to literally be exactly like Dark in every way, looks, code [DNA], mind, the chip...

Yeah, that isn't happening, every stick is different.

Even if somehow the recognition software implanted into the bots is damaged, they STILL will know the difference between Dark and someone else pretending, because they are still CONNECTED to Dark and Dark only with an unbreakable bond and connection that would not extend to anyone else. Even if the bots are blinded and their audio processors are offline and damaged, even if their code scanners that differentiate every stick was broken somehow, even if anything they use to recognize sticks was not working, EVEN IF they could not tell apart one stick from another, DARK WOULD STILL BE KNOWN. Always, they will know where Dark is and they will NEVER mix him up with another.

Now for Yellow and Dark's connection with each other. >:3

I have plans for the story in this regard, and Dark does indeed end up as somewhat of a mentor figure to the kid, though not like how regularly and consistently Vic ends up teaching Blue. [Vic and Blue's bond is, uh, primarily Arc Three material. I shouldn't say too much, but meh- You asked. At this point, with how much I have shared, who cares about my rambles and why I shouldn't ramble about certain things-]

Yellow and Dark will be amazing together, and Yellow already has a certain knack for technical and code-related things, so Dark is very happy to have something of a protege.

Anyway, the entire reasoning behind this ask was Dark's weaknesses with having the chip, yes? Well, guess what. There happens to be an upcoming incident that occurs, revealing just exactly what this weakness could be and how Dark gets through it.

Because Dark Whump, why not- U v U

The chip does have coatings on it [back when it was solidly a chip in form and before it began its absorption process into Dark's code as a whole] that prevent electrical and signal-interference damages as well. I forgot to mention this fact earlier in my explanation. A friend once asked me about whether or not Dark's chip could be decommissioned via such things, under the assumption that since the chip is made of metal, it could be weak in ways that metal is weak. I was reminded of this while answering this ask, so I'm including the information here midway, hehehe :D

Now uh- I never did say that King and Purple successfully end up yoinking Vic- There may be an attempt, though- EHEHHEHHEHHEHEHHE

Oh circuits, I need to keep my mouth shut sometimes. [and then Scarlett proceeded to not keep her mouth shut- /silly]

Interesting theory or guess that Yellow might attempt to be a hacker? If that's what I'm understanding from what you said? Yellow doesn't end up hacking anything per se.... But uhhhhhhhhhhhh-

.........Oy. I actually don't think I should say what I want to say here, that's too big of a spoiler. ....This is a lore ramble, not a spoiler ramble, I must remember this-

All I will say for now, is that Yellow has a significant importance in Arc Two, to a very large degree OTHER than the fact he designs and makes work the majority of the Color Gang's costumes/upgrades.

Arc Two was always meant to be much more focused on the Color Gang than Arc One was, partially as a sort of apology for how much the quadruplets were left out at the time of Arc One's climactic points, where we only really got to see mercenaries and the hollowheads. Primal is also a big focus, but so is Dark, Second, and Victim. And King and Purple. And Navy and Orchid very much, oh dear I have LOTS of plans for them.

It's meant to be more well-rounded in character includement, is what I mean. Everyone gets the spotlight, even if technically Second is still the main main character. XD

Going back to the bots: My brain also jumped-

If Dark dies, the bots deactivate? [sorta?] permanently because every function is tied to Dark, except for the energy part, of which is stored in Dark's wrist cuffs. The battery could be recharged and maintained by someone else, and it would not take much effort to get the bots back online, but what I mean by "deactivate" is the way that they work. They could be online again, yes, but they won't do the things they did before. They will not follow orders from another, and will not fly, or do anything but sit there and technically be "online". Now, if Yellow or someone went to the trouble to painstakingly reprogram them, and they no longer were tied to Dark [and this is dependent on how much Dark's body would corrode] than yes, they could function again with the abilities they wielded previously, since those function still exists, but couldn't work or activate without Dark's presence.

If Dark is unconscious, or in sleep, his button-bots are probably on his vest, in idle positions as buttons. If Dark is, for example, knocked out while fighting and his button bots happen to be on the field not as buttons while this happens, then they will now be limited in their actions to a very select few set of precoded commands.

This includes, protection of Dark and those he deems protection listed, such as Second, Chosen, Alan, Vic, any friends he has on the list as well, and of course any sticks the bots understand are civilians. Remember that the database in the button-bots for the population of the city is incredibly expansive, and Dark has a stored list of nearly everyone, so the button-bots can easily know who is who. Or they can artificially think it out whether a stick is a civilian or not, based on the circumstances of the current situation and the things a civilian would do/places a civilian would be.

There are only a few set commands that are precoded, in which the bots are allowed to follow without needing Dark's confirmation. If Dark is knocked out, and a bot processes a situation that requires the usage of a more dangerous use of abilities and therefore needs to use a confirm message in order to proceed with the bot's conclusion of what it needs to do, then without Dark to confirm message the conclusion, the button-bot can do nothing but return to Dark as a button or not proceed with the conclusion it made. They are only able to do the simplest of precoded commands, as a set precaution. Imagine if Dark woke up and the bots had set something on fire by accident, or by procedure of a wrong/incorrect conclusion of situation. This wouldn't do, there needed to be preset restrictions on the artificial thinking processes.

Mostly, all the bots would be able to do while Dark is out, would be protect and defend. If a building started to catch fire because of a villain, the bots could put it out, though. They are not inherently useless just when Dark is out of commission for the time being. This possibility is very dependent on Dark actually getting knocked out mid-fight, in the first place, however, and this is very unlikely due to Dark's high skill.

...

I think that may be it for now- Honestly, this was SO SO much fun to answer!! I feel like I had a brain clog released, or something. Rambling is so therapeutic!! :D

Thank you EVER so much for your asks!! I hope there may still be more! [aside from that one still in my inbox that I haven't finished yet-]

[kawaii-claw-machine]

We've never requested from a bah blog so hopefully we're doing this right! We weren't sure what to put for some since our new alter is very fuzzy and we don't know much about them yet! We love your theme btw:0 -c

Name: something girly and short

Pronouns: any cute/"girly" neos

Age: any

Gender identity: xenic

Sexuality: aroacespec

Role: gatekeeper of some kind?

Pos front triggers:

Neg front triggers

Likes:

Dislikes:

Aesthetic: candycore

Species: human

Source: brainmade

Personality/Short description:

Faceclaim:

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Open it?

Name: Avery / Oreo / Miyah

Pronouns: She/Her Shi/Hir Shy/Hyr They/Them Bow/Bows Fri/Frill Pink/Pinks Candy/Candys Swe/Sweet Cu/Cute Wi/Wish Bun/Bunny Paw/Paws Xe/Xir XD/XD’s 🎀/💗/🐶/🐈/🐰/🐇

Age: Perma14 (Regresses to 6)

Gender Identity: Bowgender, Lacegirl, Cutekittybowic, Cutegender, Catgender, Bunnylexic

Sexuality: Aroace spectrum, Lesbian

Role: Gatekeeper, Overseer, Frijōn

Positive front triggers: Headmates shi likes being in front, Animals, Zoo’s, The color pink, Things with fluffy textures, Sweets and candy.

Negative front triggers: Being overstimulated and overwhelmed, Being alone.

Likes: Bunny’s, Cute animals, Sanrio, My little pony, Madoka Magica, Talking to their headmates, Making friends, Rainbows, Fluffy things, Hats with floppy ears, Bows, Sweet foods and cereals.

Dislikes: Being negatively triggered, Fronting alone, Bully’s, Vegtables.

Aesthetic: Candycore, Cutecore, 2000score, Slightly scenecore (loves making and wearing kandi)

Species: Human, Mentally part cat, bunny and dog.

Source: Brainmade

Kins: PinkiePie (My Little Pony), Madoka (Madoka magica) My Melody (Sanrio) Catkin, Dogkin, Bunnykin

Personality/Short description: Xe is a kind and friendly person, they get along with everyonee and candy lovesss annoying XD’s headmates. when shy is alone they feel sad but when pink is with people or sweets headmates wi feels so happy! Definitely an extroverted person.

Typing quirk: Always types in lower case because uppercase letters look “too angery”, Uses faces such as XD, XP, :3, and replaces ‘.’s with ‘!’s, Drags their letters out and always uses correct punctuation.

Example message: hiiii, im so excited to see the play! :3

Extra: Bun is selectively verbal, they are verbal sometimes, but sometimes they go non verbal, usually when negatively triggered. Bow is also a bunny, cat and dog therian, although they don’t like telling people about it. Hir favourite candy are those candy watches, candy bracelets and candy necklaces. XD

Faceclaim:

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This was suuupperr fun to make so sorry if i went a bit overboard lol xd, and don’t worry your request was perfect!

!! Reblog if you use !!

* Headmates may not turn out as you imagine and that’s okay ! *

This order was packaged by Cheri and Molly

[putschki1969]

hey puts, the captain of kalafina fandom XD i came across this instagram post which i think its talking about backstage stuff about wakana circulating in 2-chan. this is the post https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvy3CuchT-D/ can you share your thoughts about it ? or maybe you can help us what are they actually talking about since we can only use google translate.

Hello there, anon!

Ugh, you are throwing me a curve-ball here, I did not expect to get a question like this. Already feeling exhausted just thinking about writing my reply T_T

That Instagram post is from spring 2019, a - what I consider to be - particularly dark period in the Kalafina fandom. Wakana was in the midst of preparing for her first grand-scale solo tour after her official solo debut and Space Craft finally put their act together by releasing an official statement regarding Kalafina's state of limbo. In an attempt to put an end to a lot of uncertainty/speculation and to create a clear distinction between Kalafina and Wakana's solo activities, they declared a definitive disbandment. As you can imagine, everyone and their mother had something to say about that. Even Yuki Kajiura, Hikaru and Keiko made statements in response. All of this caused a lot of backlash against Space Craft and particularly towards Wakana herself. The fact that Wakana was still with Space Craft and dared to not address the announcement of Kalafina's disbandment with a statement of her own made many so-called fans very angry and disappointed - totally unwarranted of course.

Suddenly, there was an influx of certain internet trolls who got a real kick out of blaming and villainising Wakana, they made her into the bad guy and came up with a bunch of wild theories that mainly served the purpose of dragging Wakana's name and image through the mud. Needless to say, none of those claims were in any way, shape or form substantiated but as is the case with all negative content on the internet, it drew quite a bit of attention and some people even started buying into that bullshit. The Instagram user you linked to in your ask is a textbook example of one such troll. At that time, a handful of sock puppet accounts were created to feed into the smear campaign against Wakana. Those accounts regularly left nasty comments under Wakana's Instagram posts, pretending to be devastated fans and referring to all sorts of horrible things that Wakana had allegedly done. Most of those posts and accounts got rightfully flagged and suspended but some apparently managed to stay around for a while. They tried to continue their toxic behaviour but once they realised that Wakana's loyal fans would not stand for such horrible defamation tactics, most of them just disappeared again.

As for the information supposedly circulating on 2chan, I honestly give little to no credence to anything that is being said on anonymous text-boards like 2chan or its successor 5chan. As much as the Japanese are known for being overly polite and reserved, they can be incredibly nasty when they are allowed to act anonymously. I reckon about 10% of users who frequently post on these types of text-boards are actually decent human beings. 60% of them are either mentally handicapped, bored out of their minds or simply frustrated with their lives. The remaining 30% are scum of the earth sociopaths as far as I am concerned.

In order to do some research for this post, I went through a few old threads about Wakana containing hundreds upon hundreds of messages. I literally felt my brain cells dying with every new message I read. No idea how others manage to subject themselves to this level of stupidity but I really struggle to tolerate it. Out of curiosity, I would have liked to find a "source" for the specific accusations in that Instagram post but alas, I wasn't able to. There's just no way I can go through everything, sorry. Also, I will not dignify any of these messages or that Instagram post with a proper translation.

Believe me when I say that there is no incriminating material on Wakana out there, these people have zero authentic evidence (photo or otherwise) of her being a "stuck-up bitch", of her "mistreating staff members", of her "bashing Hi/Kei" etc. It's all just a ton of made-up gossip and rubbish. Everyone, please do yourself a favour and just ignore content like this when you come across it. Knowing what those people have to say does not add any value to your life, quite the contrary, it will only poison your brain.

That's honestly all I have to say about this topic.

[photogirl894]

Hi Morgan!!! I know you’re busy and probably have lots of prompts but I love your writing and I wanted to send you a prompt because I love what you’ve done with the ones I’ve seen! Don’t feel like you have to and feel free to take your time. I know how the writing process can go XD

Can I ask for prompt 24. On your list: “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” Hunter x fem!reader? And have it be a first kiss? Maybe Hunter’s? Perhaps reader is a Jedi and became comfortable with the Batch on the run. Maybe reader’s been wanting to talk to Hunter about her feelings but for some reason comes to believe she’s too late. Using being a Jedi as an excuse to leave because she’s “too dangerous to be around” when it’s actually “hard to be around someone you love but can’t have”. Why didn’t Hunter tell her how he felt earlier? Huge angst to comfort person 🤷 sorry for the long prompt.

No worries, this is a great one!! Thanks, my friend!

"Do You Love Me?"

24. “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

Pairing: Hunter x fem Jedi reader

***

It was time for you to leave.

To leave Clone Force 99…to leave Hunter.

You were a former Jedi, now on the run from the Empire after Order 66 was given to slaughter all of the Jedi in the galaxy. Your ship had been stranded and Clone Force 99 had been the ones to answer your distress call. You didn’t really have anywhere to go and they offered to let you come along with them for a while until you figured things out. You didn’t want to stay with them too long, not because you didn’t enjoy their company; you loved being with them a lot, but because you didn’t want to put them in danger since you were a Jedi. You would try your best to hide that fact from other people, but sometimes on instinct, you’d draw your saber or use the Force just out of habit. It was a habit you were finding really hard to break and it was putting the Clones at risk. They themselves were already on the run for their own reasons, you couldn’t risk endangering them even more.

But…it was agonizing to think about leaving them. Especially since you’d fallen in love with him in the time you’d been with his squad. However, you weren’t sure how he felt about you. He acted sweet towards you and would flirt sometimes with you, but it seemed like it was just for fun with no other ulterior motives behind it. Even one day, you caught a patron at Cid’s bar flirting with him and he was making conversation with her. That seemed to prove to you that he wouldn’t ever feel the same about you. Plus, why would he? He was determined to keep his squad safe from danger, namely the Empire, and you were a Jedi. You were automatically a threat to his squad. Maybe he’d only agreed to let you come with his squad out of pity or charity, but he didn’t want you around long-term. 

You had to go. To protect them and to protect your heart.

You’d left a message with Cid to let the Clones know that you were leaving and with that, you just left, making your way to the bigger spaceport of Ord Mantell to board a transport off world. You had what belongings you had left in a pack slung over your shoulder and the hood of a cloak you’d gotten over your head. Before long, a larger transport came into view and you supposed it was time. Your heart was breaking with every step you took away from the Batch and from Hunter, but you kept telling yourself it was for the best. It was the only way you were going to get through this. 

Suddenly, your Jedi senses perked up as an all too familiar presence drew near just before a voice you knew well called out your name. 

Astonished, you turned over your shoulder and saw Hunter sprinting fast towards you. You could sense fear and distress from him…but why? Was there trouble happening? Was it the Empire? As he got closer, you realized it wasn’t fear of danger that you were sensing from him, but a fear of loss. What was he afraid to lose?

“Hunter…what are you doing here?” you asked as he got to you.

“That’s what I should be asking you,” he countered with. “Why would you leave us like that?”

“I’m a threat to you guys,” you answered. “With the Empire hunting Jedi, it’s only a matter of time before they find me and you will all be endangered.”

“We’ll protect you,” he stated.

You shook your head. “It’s too dangerous. I won’t risk you guys losing your lives over me. You’ll be safer without me.”

“You don’t mean that…and I can tell there’s more you’re not telling me.”

Sometimes it was uncanny how akin to your Jedi senses Hunter’s enhanced senses were and right now, you hated them. He was reading your masked emotions too easily. You clenched your teeth inside your mouth and looked away from him to keep yourself from revealing yourself. You just knew you couldn’t.

“I can’t,” you told him.

“Why not?” he questioned.

Shaking your head again, you said firmly, “I just can’t. Please…don’t make me say anymore.”

Then he went on to ask, “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

Confused, you turned back to him, your eyebrows furrowed. “What are you talking about? What question?” you inquired.

Hunter drew even closer to you, his gaze upon you softening more than you’d ever seen from him. Then he said in reply, “The question of if I love you.”

You froze up and your body locked. Had you heard him correctly? There was no way you could’ve, but the soft look in his eyes told you that you weren’t wrong. He’d said that to you and was waiting expectantly for you to actually voice the question aloud.

After gulping quietly, you asked timidly, both anxious and afraid of the answer you’d receive, “Hunter…do you…do you love me?”

He gave you the warmest, most endearing smile you’d ever seen from him as he stepped up to you and laid a hand on your cheek, softly tracing your skin. Then in a gentle voice, he answered you, “More than anything in this galaxy.”

The way he was looking at you was unmistakable, as were the confirming feelings you could tell were coming from your senses. He was telling you the truth and meant every word in the single statement he’d just said. Then to further prove his honesty, he cupped your face in his hands and brought his mouth to yours, kissing you hard and full of absolute love. Space and time seemed to cease around you and you almost forgot your own name. There was only the exploding sensation you could feel in your heart and your Sergeant kissing you in the middle of a spaceport without a care in the world about who saw. 

When he broke the kiss, Hunter said softly to you, “I’m sorry it came to this for me to finally tell you. I didn’t know how to say it before and hearing you were leaving…it made me realize I was going to lose you and I couldn’t...I couldn’t let you go through with it.” He brushed a lock of hair back out of your face. “We’ll get through this together and we’ll protect each other from the Empire. You’ll be safer with us from them than on your own. Please say you’ll stay.”

With a happy smile, you let your head fall forward until your forehead made contact with his. “I just found out the love of my life loves me in return. Of course, I’ll stay.”

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[coralinnii]

Mad at u that u dont have chenya fics, but im un-mad at you because ur an awesome writer

-boop anon

First off boop anon, thank you for not being angy with me 🥺

Secondly, let me explain myself. Every non-requested post I have ever done is literally with randomised choices of characters. Most of the time, I would just take a screenshot of the TWST game loading screen and use the 4 random characters for the prompt, regardless if there were more suited choices xD

I did this because I wanted to avoid my own biases and give every game character an equal chance. BUT I just realized from your message that my system would exclude the RSA characters and Rollo (but I’m not doing him because I have no idea of his character in order to write about him and I rather not spoil myself so sorry Rollo simps :p).

So starting today, I’m going to use a randomizer and adding Neige and Che’nya into the mix so they have a chance! But each character has a 1 out of 24 chance to be chosen anyway so it’s still up to Lady Luck :p

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Aww Mateo :((

Oh goshh 😭😭😭🥺 honeyy I'm so sorry D:

I'm sure he wouldn't hurt I'm just stressed he'll say something xdd

Aww love them <33

Yeah phew okay good not his place to share xdd just stressed

Poor honey 😭😭😭

And she snot returning his texts D:

Nancy honey I know you're scared but pushing people away won't help in the long run :((

Yeah that makes sense though <3 I agree with both sides

OOPE lol yeah maybe not necessarily what she meant lol xD

Gosh xD the sillies <33

Hey Owenn

How ya doin xdd

Ahhh Asha lol

So HR xD

Yepp lol just checking in, makes sense xD

True

Well none of you are traumatized from THAT

AHAA so it has happened before

:'OO oh gosh

Wow :(((

Ahhh yeah :(( D: - well those are out of order but yk lol

Boutta write that fic fr-

Also finally a mention of between the talk and Texas in episode 1 lol

Anyway :(( gosh Owen D:

Yeah are you okay honey :((?

Oop what?

Ahh yeah oop that 😳

Hmmm

:((( I'm sorry honey

It's just rough xd

Awww hey Nance 😭😭🥺❤️

You doin okay :((?

I mean I know you're not but xd

Gosh and that must be awful for her too 😭

OOP, :O HI TOMMY :'D

Ahhh lol :')

WAIT OH NO IS SHE GONNA HAVE BREAST CANCER O.O

Oh gosh xdd

Ah dang kinda kills your alibi there lol

How would she have figured that out though xd

Yeahh Mateo told her :'))

How did HE know lol

Anyway xD

Maybe location on her phone lol, or she did tell him that, idk xD

Awww honeyy :'(( 🥺 <33

Yeah, I totally see it :'))

Aaand yeahhh, that's totally accurate too x'D

Aww honey, yeah, exactly :'((( 😭❤️

Oh noo

Uhh ohhhh 😭🥺

Ohh NOOO gosh that sounds awful 😭😭

I'm so sorry Nancy DD:

Nahh she's gonna say it felt really long :((

Yeah it must've lasted forever 😭 (and been too quick at the same time)

Awww honey yeah definitely that's so awful :(((

Ohh yeah and that 😭😭😭🥺 she doesn't want Mateo to be in that position :'((( :')

To be fair he is an adult and you were 7 xdd it would still be awful but yk

AHH (awh not aah) AWWW HONEY 😭😭😭🥺🥺❤️

It'll be okay honey, no matter what, you've got people who got you <333

This just all sucks :'((((

I've got you Nancy ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥺😭

And once again GOSH the ACTING 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺❤️🥰 I love her so much <3333

Oop?

Hmm it's gonna get stuck

Yup lol

Ahh is his hand gonna get stuck or something 😬😭

Ohh noo I'm scared

Yess it isss xddd

YEP there it is it's stuck 😭😭 goshhh I hate this

Please don't like rip it out or something xd

Ope hi lady :D

Ahh gosh xdd

Does she not find this suspicious lol?

Ah of course xdd

Ope 😬

Ohhh no he's gonna be there after they all leave 😭

MY GUY ASK FOR HELP

I know it's like a little bit embarrassing but dude 😭😭

Ohh noo

Sirrr I'm scared for you 😭 is it gonna like rip or something

I was scared at the beginning of a dislocation or something xdd

Hate watching stuff like that

OH YAYY :D

OH NOOOO DDD: 😳😳😬😭

Oh gosh xdd

Whyyy sir 😭😭

Hey guysss xdd

Oh phew somebody found him :'D

How long did it take though 😭😭😳

And just phew I'm just glad he's alive :'DD 🥰

Oh gosh still not looking good though 😬

Okay okay y'all got this :)

Ohhh noo D:

Oh gosh that's not good 😭 :(( D:

I think I have seen that in shows before :(

That so sucks bro 😭😭🥺💔

Awww and he doesn't really have anyone to call :(((

YEAH you're gonna do your best, but call someone just in case :'D

Yeahh her :'DD!!!

Awww cute 🥰🥰

No sir just in case o.o

Provide even her work number bestie and leave a message or something idk xdd

Uh ohhh 😬😬

Awww he asked Nancy to hold his hand 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭❤️🥰

Okay go y'all!!

Oh dang that was quick :O

Guess it makes sense it's not THAT heavy and there are a lot of them, and they're firefighters lol

Okay go go go go go!!!

YAYY things are improving :'DDD!!

Woohooo 🥰🥰🥳

Come on, be the miracle my guy :'))

Awww and Nancy talking to him :'D

Maybe that'll help ::)

Ohhh no D:

OHH NOOO STATS GOING DOWN

Ah crap 😭

And straight to defibrillation 😭😭😬

Awww Nancy having to let go of his hand :((( D:

C'monn c'monnnn

NOOOO he's gone isn't he 😭😭😭💔 :((

GOSHHH so mad 😭/sad for him :'(((

That poor guy D: 😭😭😭🥺💔

[ladythornofrivia]

Endless Reds and Blues

(Here's the link for the synopsis and the chapter list--read chapter 1 first before reading current chapters I uploaded)

Pair: Kakucho x Reader (Warning: Inappropriate jokes and dialogue that includes bullying, gossiping and other things that aren't appropriate--dark content--for people under 18 (if you're under 18, I'm sorry but you can't read this)(Yes, I have to say it twice XD)

Author’s Note: If you read the update version of my bio, at the bottom, this series is only going to be in twelve chapters. Let me know if you want me to tag you whenever I write a new chapter (post a new chapter, I mean). I'm so pumped on getting another chapter out, and it's not even done yet. (Note: Report if someone decides to steal the synopsis and my story. And notify me. Thank you) ❤️

Chapter Four: Dolls in the House of Tenjiku

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"We're almost there." On the passenger's seat, the large man announced during a phone call. "Yes, we got everything you asked."

While you were listening to the conversation, you deleted every pictures and messages regarding to the previous discussion you had with your mother. You didn't want to add problems into a pile, so you had to make sure you leave no traces. And you made sure there were no spy cameras inside the limo.

With paranoia, you lower the brightness of your phone screen to dark, and thankfully, you have a screen protector on your smartphone that is also capable of anyone not invading your privacy.

Whoever these people are, and wherever they’re going to take you, there’s no point of backing out except to be five steps ahead on outsmarting these people by deleting traces regarding to your personal information. You log out from your social media accounts, and you deleted the apps. Thankfully, the path you’re heading was slightly long; you can hear the large man talking to the driver of the girl’s naked pictures that the large man kept bragging in the maximum of 2 minutes.

If only you’re extremely brave on jumping out of a moving vehicle, but you’re not part of Fast & Furious franchise or able to have skills like Tom Cruise when doing stunts.

And more importantly, what would you say to your parents? At this point, you feel as if death is coming to your door for trusting the person you don’t even know. You protested, but protesting doesn’t have as much of effect.

Basically, you did absolute idiotic.

“Where are we heading?”

No one answered.

“Fucking answer me, dammit!” Your hand slammed against the empty seat beside you.

“Quiet!” The driver said, steering the wheel.

“Just be a good girl, and you’ll find out soon enough,” the large man with weird angular brows and at the passenger’s seat said with a grin.

To your disadvantage, you whispered in English, “Fuck this shit,” as you angrily slumped back down at the brand-new leathered seat, peering at the glittered stars on the limo’s roof.

When the limo finally halted, the large man got off from his seat as you quickly—and quietly—shoved your phone away after you lower the volume to mute and silence the ringing mode, in case anyone calls.

You wanted to be clever—twice as clever, in order not to get caught by strangers who are trying to get you into their fancy limo. You were hoping that you’ll be alright in the end, that they’ll let you go.

You wanted to be in one piece, minus the trauma.

So you have to be clever and be strong. Giving away too much of your personality, and they’ll soon find out about you and what you do and what you like, even your parents.

Stay cool, (y/n), you said to yourself. If they get what they wanted, they’ll toss me aside. Yeah, they’ll just toss me aside. I mean, it usually works in superficial relationships and businesses, this is the one time where something positive comes in handy—they’re going to find out that I’m just a party-pooper—a boring, lame person—and they’ll get tired of me in 1.2 seconds and find other girls who are more interesting in everything in socializing.

The large man opened the side of the limo, signaling you to get out.

With a huff of steady breath, collecting your bag, you dismounted off of the limo with a fresh air breezed onto your face.

It’s still a bright afternoon.

In front of you, there’s a high-rise apartment, all stained with black glass and silver metals gleaming. It seems like you’re in the movie. Except it’s not.

“Get a move on, short lady,” he said, slightly shoving you, but not that kind of shove where you get bruises on your knees or dislocating your bones.

You huffed, feeling your lips dry and chapped, but licked your lips because wasting time wasn’t an option, as much as you wanted to kick the guy’s ass.

Stepping into the lobby, the receptionist’s bowed at the large man as he walked beside you. Even though you weren’t being held hostage by the grasp of one’s hand, you feel as if there’s an invisible shield between you and the large man that if you step out from the shield, he’ll grab you with no hesitation.

Ushering inside the glass elevator, you looked anywhere but the large man.

If only you also have a pencil with you to jabbed into his grubby hand if he’s tries to do anything funny. At this moment, you wanted to be as a good fighter as John Wick.

“Just tell me where we heading,” you said.

“Sorry, little lady, orders are orders,” he replied.

What a hypocrite. These are the kinds of people that you hate. They don’t fulfill their promises even when they said they’re going to do it.

Fine, I’ll find it out myself, you thought.

You’ll definitely bring a pencil next time.

The elevator announced that you’re in the 75th floor.

The doors opened, and before he could shove you again, you gave a glare into his eyes as a warning not to touch you.

He, of course, backed off. But keeps an eye on you.

Stopping at the 8 feet double doors, the large man in front pushed them open, revealing the maids with provocative designs on the frills—with so much skin showing—cleaning the designated rooms.

They all stopped at once and bowed to him before they resume on continuing their work once you and the large man are both gone.

Stopping the the grand wooden doors, and the large man knocked, as if angrily. But his serene face was the complete contrast.

“Boss,” he said.

The doors opened, revealing the people you weren’t expecting to see—given the circumstances, it all makes sense now.

It’s them, the one Himiko told you about.

Tenjiku.

Doors shut with a loud clang, and the silence proceeded; they were watching you with fascination.

“Take a seat,” the large man said.

Though you wanted to smack him in the face, you have to be cautious and smart at the situation you’re in.

With your eyes lowered on the ground, watching your steps, you climbed onto the short staircases, but a hand outstretched at your direction by the end.

Looking up, you caught the eye of the taller man with long, two-braided hair, violet eyes glistening to your grey ones.

“You must be (y/n) (l/n). I’m Ran Haitani, I’ve always wanted to meet you.”

“Hi,” is all you said.

“You have lovely eyes, especially your hair,” he commented. “Is it real?”

Behind him, you could see the man with the same hair color as Ran palmed himself over the face, groaning.

“It’s real—not a wig. Or a hair dye,” you told Ran.

Ran hummed, as if he’s purring. His eyes glued onto yours, watching if you’re going to react in your sheepish ways. You didn’t falter.

But it didn’t stop there.

Ran kissed your knuckles first, then your wrists, bopping his kisses and nose at every chance he gets.

“Ran,” his younger brother scolded.

“Oh, I almost forgot about you guys.” Then turned his attention to you. “Right this way.” He walked you with your hand atop of his, as if you’re in a ballroom, but he lead you to the seat.

“Why are you putting her at your favorite seat?” The young man with long silver hair asked.

“Because she looks good on my chair,” Ran explained in the most casual way.

“Why?”

“Because she looks good on my chair.”

“That doesn’t justify anything.”

“You guys are treating her as if she’s a criminal.”

Funny how you said that, Ran, you thought grimly.

“Ran, you never put any girl in your favorite seat,” another young man with violet eyes said.

“Not just any girl, Rindou,” Ran remarked with a smirk.

“Sorry about my brother,” Rindou said.

“Yeah, no problem,” you answered, crossing your leg over to the other.

The not-so tranquil silence came again. The air condition buzzing through the ceiling.

“So, are you guys going to kill me?”

Ran bewildered at your next words.

The rest of Tenjiku were still.

“Kill?”

“If you want to do it, do it quickly. I got nothing to lose.”

“What makes you say that?” The silver-hair man asked.

“Why don’t you go ask your fans,” you suggested, arms crossing. “They’ll give a thorough explanations to you. I’m sure they’ll come up with creative ways about how I’m the bad guy and they’re the hero, wanting to avenge their future husband.”

“Future?” the guy who smoked said while the one with large man with weird angular brows said, “Husband?” in unison.

“I’m sorry, husbands,” you corrected.

While Ran gave you a sympathetic look, the rest we’re still, still as a rock.

“You don’t deny, then,” you continued. “That you’re having a good time on me getting harassed by your future wives?”

Another silence expanded. Taking at each and everyone of the young men. They’re resembled as dolls—all sophisticated and well-cared for.

“Seriously, why the hell am I here? Oh, wait, let me guess, I have to keep talking until I slip something out? Or let me take another guess, you want to beat the shit out of me, just like how every girl in the school wanted to happen?”

Not a sound came from them.

Creepy vibes are coming through. If you’re in a horror, you want to be excluded from the narrative.

“Silent treatment, huh? So be it.” You stood up from Ran’s seat. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now. You guys are wasting my time, looking all dolled up and shit. If you want to stand there and daydream about something, go do it in your personal time, not when a person is talking to you.”

Ran clapped his hands, as he threw his head back with laughter. “There she is! I knew she’d say something great!"

Behind the mahogany desk, finishing up the dorayaki, he uncrossed his legs from the large office chair, and strode by. The group of men parted for the short man to cross and went over to you.

Before you get to walk away, the man with dread-colored in his eyes, his white locks swayed munched the second dorayaki in his left hand, he placed his left slipper at Ran’s armchair as you sat down.

He take a good look of you. Swallowing, his right hand reached your hair, gradually his fingers trailed it downward to your jawline, then the tip of your chin, elevating you gaze higher to his.

Taking one last munch, he said, “Have we met before?”

This shocked the members.

“What the hell are you implying,” you uttered, scooting back. But you caught the pink-haired man putting you still with the katana raised.

“I advised you to respect the heavenly king,” he said.

“I’m sorry, did I hear you say, ‘Please hit me again with the book?’”

Ran and his brother snickered, which caused Sanzu’s anger flared.

“Speaking of which, where’s my book?” you asked, directing your eyes at Ran. “My bookshelf was completely missing its piece. And I don’t want to buy another copy.”

“I told you she’s going to expect you to give her book back,” Ran’s younger brother scolded, nudging Ran with the elbow.

“Well,” Ran said. “can you blame me, Rindou? I like her when she’s not in angry mode.”

You smiled underneath the gritted teeth. “You know you could’ve just return it to me instead of me going all the way here. Unless someone wants to volunteer on buy the exact copy of my book—better yet, another cover edition of the book. I don’t mind. You break my belongings, you buy it. You guys are gonna have to go somewhere far and fetch it.”

Sanzu pressured the katana at your neck, but not enough to draw the blood.

“Go ahead, kill me,” you said to Sanzu.

“Don’t pull that shit on me,” he said.

“Pull what? I’m just giving you a chance to spill bloodshed here.”

“I wouldn’t encourage him, if I were you,” the man with a blonde mohawk and a large tattoo on his left face said.

You said nothing, focusing back onto Sanzu.

“Stand down, Sanzu,” the king said.

At once, Sanzu shoved the katana in the sheath.

Ah, there it is—the mad dog.

“Tell me why I’m here? Am I here because you want me to become as your servant?”

The men all looked at their Boss in anticipation.

“No,” the king said. “Because we’re here to make an offer.”

An offer?

“What kind of offer?” you said.

“You’re going to associate with us.”

You shook your head in confusion. “As your servant?”

“Not as a servant, as an extension of associating with us.”

“Meaning?”

“Those rules you heard your classmates were talking about—the no touching or stand near other than 3 inches.”

“And?”

“Since no other girl has an extension of privileges of going near us, we’ll give you one.”

“As an exchange to what?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Don’t say a bunch of crap you don’t mean. If it’s money, fine. I’ll go work on that.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“What then? You can’t put cryptic words for me to figure out or manipulate me into thinking that you’re on my side,” you said, as you followed the king, who went back sitting on his office chair, munching the third dorayaki.

Sanzu blocked you from going at his king’s desk, though you scoot over to the side and saw Izana drinking juice.

“You’ll just have to associate with us from now on. From now on, you’re my new friend.”

Sanzu looked at him with shock.

Bewildered, you choked. “Come again?”

“Mochi, bring her the book she asked for,” the king said.

“Yes, Izana.” Mochi went outside of the personal office as the maids offered you a drink, but you refused.

“Mochi? As in a name of a dessert?” you said, ludicrous. “Fine, I’ll do it,” you said, sitting down across from Izana. “But on three conditions.”

“Three?!” some of the members are shocked.

“That’s too much.”

“Not as much as a billion conditions—this isn’t an iPhone’s terms and conditions,” you said.

“Name them,” Izana said, somewhat dared, and it’s Kokonoi’s turn to do the negotiations. After all, he’s good with them besides with money and deals.

Thinking about the conditions, you grabbed a pen and a paper nearby you and wrote them down.

You cleared your throat. “The first condition is you got to tell your precious fangirls to stay away from me and my friend, Himiko—and no threats, scheming, and ransacking my shoe locker, my desk or my other belongings.”

Kokonoi’s brows furrowed. “Himiko?”

“The one who accidentally spilled a drink on Sanzu,” you clarified. “And your other associate.”

“Continue.” Kokonoi anticipated.

“Whenever there’s an english test and lesson coming on each day in the school hours, I don’t wish to partake on giving them answers or help them.”

“Why’s that?” the man with the cigarette asked.

“Because they want to cheat by using my english skills—they want an easy way out, after they constantly harassed me.”

He nodded at your reason in agreement.

“My last condition is…whatever I say and do, please understand why I chose to do it. To give an extension, if I said that I don’t want to associate with someone who hurts me or anyone I befriend with, I want to walk out from this. But don’t be petty and take revenge on it. Don’t stalk me, don’t try to get even and don’t try to threaten me. Don’t hurt anyone I knew in my life. Being civil is what you can do.”

The members looked at Kokonoi in anticipation.

“Okay,” Kokonoi said. “But on one condition…”

“Go ahead.”

“When it comes to lunch, we want you to be with us. And study with us with English subject—we won’t give away your credibility and hard work to your classmates or anyone else in the school.”

“I think you already mentioned that beforehand—you know, the whole “you must associate with us schtick.’”

“And you’re going to be with us whenever we have a new party coming up.”

“I dislike parties.”

“Your negotiations are going to be retracted,” Kokonoi said.

“Fine, I’ll go, but I want to have certain food at the party—ones that I haven’t eat before. So try to surprise me. And if any girl or guys tries to bully me or harass me, I need someone to be with me and that guy has to take them out, no matter what. And I least want to have a show or movie night sometimes. And I hate pool parties, so I wanted an extravagant, fancy party like one of those films I kept seeing. Those sophisticated parties is what I liked.”

“Okay, then,” Kokonoi said, typing. Printing and signing the contract, Kokonoi provided you with the 0.5 ball pen for you to sign also. He had two copies; one for you and one for him. “I also put in here that you never hit anyone with the book. It might ruin your property. Just a slap on the face will do.”

“I wasn’t expecting this,” you said, lifting the paper.

Kokonoi threw a perplexed expression. “I’m not sure I follow.”

“I thought you’re going to make me have to swore an oath by doing a blood oath.”

“Yeah, our hands are too important,” Rindou said. “Sanzu wanted to do the whole blood oath because it looks cool.”

“But we objected it,” the man with cigarette said.

“Takeomi did the right thing. Besides I don’t want to see your pretty skin bleeding,” Ran said, winking at you.

“Okay,” you said, turning back to Kokonoi.

“So do we have deal?” He asked.

“It’s a deal.” Once you signed, your hand outstretched for Kokonoi to shake. He took yours and ended it with a kiss on the back of your hand.

“In the morning, Kakucho will pick you up on the way to school.” You looked at Kakucho, who looked at you back almost softly. You almost forgot about him since he kept quiet throughout the whole conversations and negotiations between you and Bonten.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him being shirtless talking to a girl who barely wears anything than a tank top and a thong. And he knows where you live now, so there’s no point in hiding.

You gave him a smile; Kakucho gave a slight bow with the inclination of his neck in return.

“Good to see you again, (y/n),” Ran said, giving you a peck on the cheek.

One glanced at Kakucho, his eyes dimmed.

Mochi gave you the book back—all in a pristine condition.

“Thank you,” you said.

Mochi acknowledged with a soft grunt.

“Is there anything else regarding to the conditions?” Kokonoi asked.

You look back at the paper, and said, “I want free lunch. And I want an Iron Throne to sit on.”

Kokonoi squinted his eyes.

“Just kidding,” you added with a cheeky smile.

Kokonoi dipped his head and it’s a signal for you to go.

You got up, and Shion followed you. “I’ll take you back to the elevator.”

Before you exit through the opened grand doors, you said, looking back at them with a slight giggle. “Have I ever told you guys that you all look like cats?”

*~~*~~*

Shion escorted you to the elevator, gave you and Kakucho a wave of goodbye before heading back to the group.

“What do you think of her?” Shion asked.

“I’m in love,” Ran said, and Rindou slapped him on the back. “She smells like strawberry.”

“But Boss, what you said earlier,” Kokonoi said, “where have you seen her?”

“I didn’t know you guys know each other,” Takeomi said.

Izana turned his back on everyone and gazed at the window where he could see you getting in front of Kakucho’s Porsche, and the atmosphere gloomed when he uttered, “Emma.”

“Emma?” Some members questioned. But Sanzu knew who Mikey was talking about.

For the first time, Izana’s hollowed eyes are filled with gleam and blur.

“She came back to life as a different person.”

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