#that certainly ain't han's

[rosinaparker]

Skz members trying to make you lose at an arcade

genre: fluff, humor

pairing:

Bang Chan/Han Jisung/Jeongin x f!reader

warnings: cursing, little suggestive

summary: your best friend takes you out to an arcade and he continuously teases you and makes you lose

Bang Chan:

Chan always loved taking you out on little hang outs. It never seemed like anything romantic whatsoever, but something about tonight felt different..

we approached the basketball machines ready to compete with each other. He payed for the first round and we immediately started playing. "You ain't winning this one, Y/n" He said proudly, though it definitely wasn't going according to his plan. I repeatedly kept scoring points which made him groan "Dude that's not fair!" I giggled at his remark to which he shot me a glare. Next thing I know I was getting shoved "Hey! Stop cheating!" He laughed in my face. that jerk..

This continued for a bit, until I lost the game eventually. "Oh, looks like I won" He chuckled. "You kept on shoving me you asshole" I punched his arm "Now Now, don't get so feisty miss" his mouth curved into a smirk. "Don't say that" I cough out.

I walk away from the machine, my face slightly turning red, he followed right behind. I suddenly felt his hands grab my waist from behind "Don't run away from me like that" he spoke softly.

The hands that were once placed on my body left, leaving a lingering feeling. "I'm just gonna ignore the fact that you did this" I say dumbfounded, he only chuckled at me.

Han Jisung:

Jisung is an enthusiast about arcades. He loved them and he most certainly loved taking you there.

It was late at night as he suggested we'd go to the arcade, I agreed to it almost immediately.

We played some games, ate food and had a good time. Before we ended the night, he wanted to play that one shooting game that everyone was talking about. "Please y/n! Just this one last game" he whined "Fine, as long as you play fair" I reply, squinting my eyes at him. He gave me a sweet smile...oh he is definitely not gonna play fair.

Immediately we throw a coin into the machine and start shooting at the targets. I was surprisingly good at the game, which irritated him.

"How do you expect me not to cheat when you play this good?" he poked my side. "hey, no poking!" i giggle. he knows I'm a pretty ticklish person, and he uses it against me.

I kept on wiggling in my spot, missing lots of targets "Seems like I'll be winning this one" he grinned. oh I was not letting him win that easy. I pushed his arm, making him lose his balance. He gasped dramatically pulling onto my sleeve "Cheating!" I yell with a chuckle "You did it too! You're no better" he snickered. Though at the end of the game, I still managed to win. "rematch. I cant go down like this" he fell to his knees "you look ridiculous, stand up" I chuckle. "Kiss me and I might consider it" his eyes looked up at me. At that moment something felt a bit different, blush creeping up my cheeks. I shook those feelings away "Stand up before I punch you" "okay okay, no need to get violent baby" he grinned as if he knew what he was doing. "Let's go home" I sigh exhausted.

Jeongin:

It was normal for you and the members to go out and play stupid games. This day was no different.

We went to this nice new arcade that has opened around the block. Most of the boys separated into small groups, some going to the food stall, others to the race cars...me and Jeongin decided to go to the dance machines. "I bet I can score more points then you" he proclaims, I scoff at his words "Oh yeah? Show me then." I dare him.

He never goes easy on challenges. "Watch me"

He started off pretty good which annoyed me. I taunted him "wow, look at that. Ain't that good after all" I chuckle at his facial expression, he looked provoked. he eventually scored a bit over average. "That's nothing" "You try, since you think it's that easy" he huffed.

I jumped onto the machine with confidence.

Not long after I started the game he kept nudging and teasing "that score doesn't look good, y/n" "Ohh, bad move" he grinned with his stupid smile at me, I could punch his cute face..

I totally lost the game..not because I'm bad at it- I think-

"Ha, I won the bet" he poked my forehead "Don't touch me" I say with a pout. "Don't you like it when I touch you?" he asked quietly.

God, my cheeks were burning up, how can such an innocent sentence sound so dirty. "Don't say such stuff" I push him away and go down the hallway, searching for the others ''I didn't say anything bad though" He chuckled.

-Rose✩

[toujokaname]

Card shuffle / Episode 3

Author: Akira

Characters: Hiiro, Niki, HiMERU, Kohaku

"So we're the stepping stones, the sacrificial lambs."

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Season: Winter

Location: Café Cinnamon

At the same time, in the ES building, at the coffee shop Cinnamon.

Hiiro: Hello! I'm Hiiro Amagi and I'll be taking over as the leader of Crazy:B starting today!

Everyone, I'm looking forward to working with you!

Niki: Aah, Otouto-san, come in, come in~♪

Please grab a seat there and sit tight for a sec, I'll treat you to lunch as a welcome~♪

HiMERU: —Shiina seems strangely upbeat.

Kohaku: Even if it's just for now, I reckon he's glad to be freed from Rinne-han's tyranny.

HiMERU: That sentiment is understandable. However, considering the plan ES has proposed, it's hard to be entirely happy about it.

A showdown between Crazy:B and ALKALOID, an all-out war...

There's certainly some demand for a clash between the newcomers who gained most prominence in ES's inaugural year.

However, there are several concerns.

First of all, given the grandiose and flashy nature of this project, there's a risk that the public perception of us may be fixed to "that" in the future.

Kohaku: We might be endlessly stuck playin' the roles of the Crazy:B and ALKALOID who're always at each other's throats...

I ain't fond of that at all, it might make it hard to get involved with my buddy Rabu-han.

HiMERU: Right. And structurally, there's a high probability that Crazy:B are set to be the villains, the losers in this plan.

That's how wrestling works. The heroes triumph over the villains and bask in the applause.

Kohaku: So we're the stepping stones, the sacrificial lambs. If someone had to pick between ALKALOID and Crazy:B as the villains... Right?

I'm sure that as the project organizers, ES'd prefer to promote the so very well-behaved ALKALOID.

HiMERU: Yes. However, it would be unpleasant to be used as a mere stepping stone in such a way.

While we may not be saints, HiMERU refuses to be demonized as a villain just to further emphasize the righteous.

Kohaku: ...Well, yeah, I ain't fond of that either. I don't mean to be cold-hearted, but we've got no obligation to prop ALKALOID up like that.

I'd be willin' to be a stepping stone for someone I like, but bein' forced to do so for folks I've got nothin' to do with is a different story.

HiMERU: Indeed. Therefore, HiMERU has devised a plan.

In accordance with this project's script, the leaders of Crazy:B and ALKALOID will be temporarily swapped, correct?

Our leader will no longer be that embodiment of evil, Rinne Amagi, but his younger brother, who is clearly a good kid at a glance.

Kohaku: Uh-huuh, I've got it, HiMERU-han. A leader's like a banner, and if that banner's been swapped out for a more innocent-lookin' one—

HiMERU: Exactly. Our overall image could also be painted in a positive light. No, let's make it so.

Under a new leader, we will be born again as virtuous beings. At least, we'll make it look that way to the world.

Then, we'll become the allies of justice, using the "villainous ALKALOID" led by Amagi as our own stepping stones.

We will no longer be the miserable losers, but the shining protagonists.

Kohaku: That's an enticin' idea. Yeah, if that's the case, what we need—

Hiiro: ...? Um, is it okay if I say hello?

Kohaku: Of course ♪ C'mere, c'mere, Hiiro-han!

Hehe. Things got a bit weird, but let's all get along, yeah? ♪

HiMERU: Yes ♪ Oops, the chair's a bit dusty. Let HiMERU take care of it with his handkerchief—Wipe, wipe ♪

Kohaku: (...A tad too obvious, ain't it?)

HiMERU: (No, Amagi's younger brother seems to be a very straightforward person.)

(Those kinds tend to be somewhat obtuse, so it's best to be overly blatant in displays of goodwill.)

Kohaku: (Ah, so by playin' nice llike this, Hiiro-han'll get motivated. And he might even be determined to do his best for us in Matrix.)

HiMERU: (Exactly. And so, by brilliantly defeating the ALKALOID led by Amagi, who seems blatantly unwilling to do so—we, Crazy:B, will emerge victorious in this project.)

HiMERU: (The victors are justice! Thus, we will become not miserable losers, but the winners who garner applause!)

Kohaku: (Feels a bit uncomfortable deceivin' such a genuinely good kid. But this is a real competition—ain't nothin' sinister 'bout it, so no one can call it cowardly~ Koh koh koh ♪)

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[dobnny]

@ladiesofhpfest

monthly mini for Ginerva Weasley

Summary: Ginny is being interview by Hannah from Risk-and-Taken, but someone interrupts their conversation.

The interview?

"So, Ginerva-"

"Please, call me Ginny." She corrected the interviewer, with a smile that didn't fully reach her eyes.

"Oh, of course. Ginny, as I was saying how excited are you with the upcoming Quidditch season? Do you think the Harpies has what it takes to win the Quidditch World Cup this year?"

"Well, Han-Han, I definitely believe that-"

"Erm, please call me Hannah," the interviewer from Risk-and-Taken, a new prophet company that was competing with the Daily Prophet.

"Of course, Hannah my apologies." Ginny replied, "I believe that this season the Harpies are certainly going to take a risk and come out victorious at the end. Yes, the odds are certainly stacked against us but there's one thing that we have that the other Quidditch teams lack."

The interviewer leaned in closer, intrigued by the determination in the young Quidditch star. Ginny could tell she was about to ask what exactly makes the Harpies stand out amongst all the other teams. When suddenly the living room became dark, and an unfamiliar muggle song started to play all around them.

Before the lights turned back on, instead of a soft white light, the room the light changed from red to pink. Thick smoke began rising from the ground, quickly spreading throughout the room.

"You don't have to be rich to be my girl. You don't have to be cool to rule my world. Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with. I just want your extra time and your kiss."

"Shit." She muttered, her face burning scarlet....damnit. Why now out of all times. She thought to herself, why couldn't Harry take Dobby with him?

Ginny stared at Dobby, who was wearing- wait was that little butter wearing her favorite jersey? She quilted her eyes, and realized that not only was Dobby wearing the jersey that she wore for her first Harpy match, but he was also wearing a pair of Harry’s grey joggers. It was magicked to fit the house elf, yet it didn’t suit him at all. In fact Ginny noticed how Dobby had to continuously hold onto the sides of the joggers in order to keep them up as he danced in a slow circle.

Merlin’s saggy left-

“Oh, it seems as if I’m in the middle of something intimate….I can reschedule this interview at a later time?” Ginny heard Hannah ask from besides her, almost in a strained voice.

Before she could reply to the reporter, Ginny noticed how Dobby had turned around and was staring at her. His eyes were extra wide open and he was watching her like a hawk, he had the audacity to wink at her as if saying, “you like the show?”

“Dobby, what in Merlin’s name are you doing?” She asked, through clenched teeth.

“Ms. Ginerva-“

“It’s Ginny.”

“Oh, yes sorry!” Dobby squeaked out, his face turning a shade of murky green. “Ms. Ginny, I wanted to show my gratitude for letting me serve you.”

She closed her eyes, willing herself to count to ten before reaching for her wand and firing a bat bogey hex to the house elf. After a few deep breaths, Ginny opened her eyes and spoke, “there isn’t a need for all of this, Dobby. Please can you leave? I'm in the middle of a very important interview.”

“But, Dobby needs to express his gratitude! Dobby has been practicing for hours, and this time the socks are clean,” the house elf squeaks out as he gestured to his feet. The pair of “clean” socks that Dobby claimed were a mixture of brown and green. It was also emitting a foul odor from the longer he stood there in front of them. Ginny tried her best to push down the bile in her mouth. Nope, she doesn’t want to even think about what the “dirty” socks even looked or smelled like for the matter.

Another silence stretched between the three occupants, that was until Hannah had decided to break the silence.

“You know what, maybe I should get going. Yes-I will send an owl to your manager and we will fix up a different date.” The reporter spoke with difficulty since she was doing her best to hold in her breath.

“No, it’s fine, I’ll ask Dobby to leave-”

“No! I mean, it’s fine….I’ll make sure to keep in touch with your manager and hopefully we’ll set up another date.” Hannah said as she gathered all her things quickly, “Besides, I believe Donny…?”

“It’s Dobby, Miss,” Dobby replied while attempting to give a lopsided smile to the reporter. It seems as though he tried to get that out of her brother’s Ron’s arsenal, because he would always smile like that to Hermione to get his way. Which worked practically all the time, but the way that Dobby is doing it, it just wasn’t pleasant to see. Ginny wondered if Hannah would end up sending in a restraining order against the house elf, just from the way he was trying to smile.

“Right. Dobby, I believe you two have some sort of conversation to finish, and I truly don’t want to interrupt,” Hannah replied and with that she was already rushing to the floor and before Ginny could even call out to her, Hannah was gone.

“So now that we are alone-”

Ginny pulls out her wand quicker than ever and stuns Dobby into the next realm. That buggering little shit.

[schizosupport]

Went to Pride today with a lot of my partners! It was cozy. I had the opportunity to draw a badge and have it laminated, so I made the badge on the right. It says HAN which means "HE" in my native language. I don't use he exclusively, but today that definitely felt very right. I tried to write it in a way that reference the schizo symbol.

That made me think of my first Pride with one of the partners I went with today, about 8 or 9 years ago. When I met them I wasn't sure about many things and I didn't feel comfortable claiming most labels.

They had made two shirts. Queer Alien #1 and Queer Alien #2.

I think theirs said !bi ace !trans !autistic

My corresponding shirt said 'pan ace', 'questioning' and 'neurodivergent'.

I guess in today's climate/mental space for me I'm moving towards a postlabels worldview. But in 2015/16 this was an incredible gesture, just them going "well look I know you don't know exactly what's going on, but you're clearly questioning your gender. And sure you're not diagnosed, but you can't in all honesty tell me that you think that you're neurotypical".

For someone who had a huge imposter syndrome this was truly liberating and very touching. It was an important step for me to legitimise a way of thinking about myself that would lead me to become happier, healthier and more free.

There were a lot of very very cool young queer people at Pride today. People in their early twenties, often far into their physical transitions, long since post-op, or just clearly in their element with body mods and hair and style and confidence that I couldn't have dreamed of at that age.

I'm so fucking happy for them. I don't know if I will ever be that liberated. But I'm working on it, and every year I get a step closer to owning my autonomy. Every year I get a step closer to trusting myself. Every year I feel that much more comfortable in my own skin.

Some of us are slow to mature, slow to leave our ill-fitting assigned holes, scared to claim new space and grow into our shape for years and years. And sometimes part of what it takes is for someone to look at our stumbling, careful, tactful investigations and acknowledge that certainly they can't tell you what exact shape you are either, but you sure ain't a square, and it might be time to stop trying to fit into the square hole.

[hasspartacusdoneanythingwrong]

Who we grailed and why

just saw Klidge's video on the subject and was like, "oh cool a trend, we can do that." so here we are.

starting off with the big one (literally), Kingprotea. look, Cat just saw a big lady and she melted, it really is that simple. if we had the grails for it right now Cat would be pushing us to hand farm without sleep. the fact that she's ungodly strong even without the grails certainly helps my opinion of her.

after that is the other level 100s, Geronimo, 100 Personas, and Asterios. I think Victor really vibes with Asterios' difficulties verbalizing, and ditto with Jeanne and 100P's plurality. as far as i know Calamity picked Geronimo on a whim so she could be included in the grail race, so of course he won second place. gods are scary man.

Raikou is... tbh we've done Raikou dirty. we haven't even fully leveled her up, she's still at level 93. she and Bunyan (level 70) used to be part of our farming squad before they hit bond 10 and we started branching out. Cat likes Raikou for a couple big reasons and she's good for farming, so we grailed her til we got bored. maybe we'll go back and finish the job once the grail machine is online... also, Bunyan's cute. @haspaulbunyandoneanythingwrong can attest to that.

most of our other servants (Cursed Arm (75), Hans (70), Billy the Kid (80) and Nero (85)) are part of the old guard, the first seven servants we really focused on at the start of the game. they carried us to the temple of time, and we paid them back as we could. I wouldn't say I regret grailing them, they're certainly still used, but I don't think I would've given Billy quite so many grails if I knew we'd have 5 servants waiting to get 120'd down the line. it was about as close to a marriage of convenience as you can get with grailed servants. I love them, just not in that way.

Cu Chulainn (80) also fits into the previous category, but we'd still have grailed him regardless. first off the man's fucking immortal and a mainstay anchor in our challenge fight teams, and second he's a pretty big part of the reason we gave FGO a shot to begin with. Jeanne's thirsty, what can I say.

and finally that leaves us with the theoretical focus of this blog, Spartacus (level 100, of course). he falls into both of the previous categories, as a mainstay in our hand farming setup as well as the guy who saved my dumb ass a dozen times over in the singularities. He was our last servant standing against Tristan, against Tiamat. Goetia kicked his ass, but c'mon, 2 out of 3 ain't bad. Designwise, he is pretty ugly. In terms of character, there is none. His kit is entirely dedicated to trying to keep the most fragile class in the game alive, the class that explodes if you look at it funny- in Spartacus' case that is very literal. and yet, for some reason I fucking love the guy. I look forward to his next serious story appearance sometime in 2024.

[doublejango]

Okay, this was... this was weird. People didn't usually just volunteer to help. At least, the living didn't usually volunteer to help at all, especially not when it came to one of their own being killed off. Blitz didn't usually give a shit one way or the other whether one of I.M.P's targets deserved the hits taken out on them, but this time? Given how quickly this handsome bitch had just folded? He was pretty sure Caleb had it coming. The report about him breaking some woman's heart was right--and the report had said more than that. According to Vepar, He has broken her spirit, abused her heart, battered her body, and shamed her mind. Whatever else he may be, he is unforgivable. Have Moxxie send me a list of IMP's debts; execute this Caleb Westergaard for me, and I shall pay them all off.

Blitz couldn't exactly say No to that. What he could say no to was getting into some dude's smelly little barn bag, or whatever the fuck that was, and trusting him with his life. Blitz had been kidnapped and imprisoned enough in recent months, he wasn't sure he wanted to risk it again. Frowning, gaze hard and suspicious, he studied Hans's eyes. After a moment, although he sure as fuck didn't trust him, he decided to risk it; there were a lot of people here, and if this little ginger snacc--with two fucking C's, because look at that face and that build--could get him in nice and quiet? Fewer people had to be hurt.

"I'm a demon," he said, and gestured towards the bag. "Alright. Gimme." Once he had it, Blitz stepped in, hunching up into a small, malicious little ball. Looking up at Hans, eyes glowing a brilliant gold, he bared his teeth. "And if you fuck me on this, Prettyboy, we ain't gonna get over it easy. This mission's important enough to me to roll high for collateral fucking damage, so... don't. Fuck me." That said, he nodded to him that he was ready for Hans to take the bag.

This was fine. It smelled bad in here, it felt like a trap, and he wasn't even sure this was Earth, but everything was fine. Really. Completely fucking fine.

-

Caleb sneered at his wife. "Get out if you're just going to snivel," he snapped. He'd already done what he needed to by her for the night, so there wasn't any point in having her around. He certainly didn't want to listen to her trying to quiet those little sniffles. What was she, a child? Well, considering how well he was sure he had just done his job, she would be with child again soon enough. Smirking, he tugged the blankets away from her and snapped his fingers.

"Get up. I have things to do. You're not on the list anymore."

Alys obeyed. Throat tight, heart aching, she obeyed. Keeping her eyes downcast, afraid he would see her despair, afraid he would somehow know how close she was getting these days to wanting to escape in the only way left to her, she slipped past him.

Courage, a soft, gentle voice seemed to murmur into her ear. It will be over soon. Do not despair, child. She could almost feel a hand on her shoulder, a touch that was actually gentle, caring, something she hadn't felt in so long--and it broke her. Crying more openly now, she pushed out into the hall and almost bumped into Hans and a... a sack?

"I'm sorry," Alys whispered, and hurried past him, clutching her robe close around herself.

Caleb watched her go, smirking as he leaned in the doorway, pleased with him. He nodded to Hans, in a good enough mood to acknowledge the little wretch. "You know, most people aren't so attached to dung that they need to bring a bag of it inside to sleep with. You finally found something warm that wants you, hm?"

Ok, that was the last time he drank absinthe as he was now surely hallucinating.

A red being with horns, almost as tall as he is save a couple of inches nay more, a spirit? a fae? A devil? perhaps all, who, judging by his appearance could easily disembowel him with those teeth or claws, and now was baby-talking to Sitron like he was the most precious puppy to ever exist.

You know what, he couldn't be that bad if Sitron liked him and this couldn't be real either it was simply too ridiculous to be.

And he wouldn't mind doing some gay shit, he did partake in the illegal wood trade but it is not like he advertised it. To be certain he did put the sword again and then, hid away his triangle necklace, unwittingly drawing attention to it, to the uneducated it was a simple hollow metal triangle with the tip up, to the ones in on the cliquè it meant Hans was into other men and mostly he liked to top. If it had been held by the base, he'd be a bottom, and if the triangle had been full? a switch.

But, his mind was elsewhere much of what Blitz said made no sense except for the broken heart of course, Caleb collected those like people would collect Pokemon cards in a time more modern than his

He laughed a single laugh a little deranged and stone-cold sober "Sexy claws" Ok he loved that but the situation was a bit too much to wrap his head around yet. If he hadn't been in Arendelle he might go crazy but he was used to magic shit. And if magic shit was going to rid him of Caleb.

"I can take you to his chambers yeah, his wife and kids are there though, what of them will they be spared?" and he wondered if this woman wasn't his wife, the one that somehow hired this thing. Upon his assurances Hans relaxed, was he really going to do this?

"And what are you anyway?" curiosity got the best of him he motioned to his head as if he could point at his own horns Hans clearly didn't have but Blitz did.

He looks around for something to justify Blitz being in the castle because if he can see him the horses can see him and lick him. He was there, now, he just needed to sneak past the guards and staff.

He found just the thing, a cloth bag. One he could be inconspicuously carrying from the stables to his room. Perfect.

Now, to pitch the plan. "I can get you into my room, but you're going to have to travel there" he points into the bag "And do it quietly," he says "After that, I'll create a distraction so you can just follow to the end of the hallway, I assume you can read? My door is #13 since I'm the youngest but the doors are numbered, get to door #1 and you'll read his name engraved in gold on the chamber door, the first door to the left is his, and the next ones are his wife and kids, if his door is open that means he's with his wife, so, do what you must, but hopefully you don't need to hurt her."

[noel-noa]

post game adrenaline

suna rintarou x reader

tw: suggestive themes, nsfw, oral

EJP Raijin just won their first game of the season, you were high, everyone were high. After the game everyone immediately went to Komori's place to party. Why his place? because he was the only one who was ready to party at any given time and had dozen of contacts.

Booze were everywhere, everyone was cheering loudly, playing a game, drinking or making out. They didn't know a clue about what their all doing exactly, it probably because of all the high tension left from the game.

And certainly for Suna, the post game adrenaline still rushed through his veins. Likely there were still too many left, since he was no dropping a beat from fucking you at such an high speed since the game was over. You two were away from the crowd huddling in Komori's living room. Suna showed no mercy, fucking you hard on Komori's kitchen counter.

"F-fuck, rin!"

You whimpered, gripping his hair, balled a hanful of them with your fist. He forced his tongue deeper than ever in your wet cavern. His pace was rentless, assaulting your insides with his damned skillfull tongue.

He gripped your thighs with both of his hand roughly, there would be bruises on there for sure tomorrow. You could felt his lips that touching your other lips went up making his trademark smirk. Ooh, this wasn't going to be nice.

"Rintarou don't you dare-"

All of sudden he fastened his pace, making you gripped his hair more tightly, yanking him deeper than he ever was inside yours. He loved how your fingers raked around his hair, he couldn't help but wanted to tease you more. His tongue easily found your sweet spots, lapping and curling in it until you were crying his name and making incohorent noises you didn't know you could make before. It was a surprise no one came for you two being how loud you two were here, but they probably were too busy fucking around with each other to care.

"Don't yer like it babe?"

His breath hitched in front of your lips, making you shudder. Shit, your insides were clenching tightly again. He looked up to you, his smirk going wider when he saw your flustered state. Oh, how he was going to enjoy ruining you this night. Before you could make a come back he dived in right into you again, honestly his tongue was god given with how he could made you begging for your release. Hitting all your sweet spots inside, suna knew your body like it was his. Your thighs hugged his head more tightly, wanting for more frictions from his tongue.

"R-rin i'm gonna-"

Your breaths were unsteady, he knew it too by the way your walls clenched around his tongue, you were close.

"Then come for me baby,"

And with one curled tongue inside you, you came undone. Liquid flowed from your body, painting suna's face white. It was not the first time, but you were still embarassed no matter how much times he already eating you out. You refused to meet your eyes with his, still looking away and your hands covering your blushing face.

"Oh c'mon miss lawyer, ain't the first time we done this right? Well technichally the first time in public since we were official"

Then he chuckled, your face turned into a pout. You glanced at him, attemping to make a come back and failed again this time. You saw suna licking the white as much as he could with his tongue, then gathered the place his tongue couldn't reach with his fingers then licking it to your mouth. God, that was hot. You pressed your thighs together again just from that sight. Obviously the sly fox knew you were looking at him, he put that show for you after all.

"The night is far from over princess,"

Suna then stood up, lifting you up to continue this in either one of Komori's empty guest bedroom. You looked over him with that smirk and bulge from his pants, you knew you wouldn't get much sleep tonight.

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Card shuffle / Episode 15

Author: Akira

Characters: Tatsumi, AkanP, HiMERU, Rinne, Kohaku, Hiiro, Aira, Mayoi, Anzu, Niki

"Quit pickin' fights already... Might as well be chattin' up a brick wall, HiMERU-han."

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Season: Winter

Location: Café Cinnamon

Tatsumi: Hm. Well, it's certainly crucial to address issues promptly, but what exactly do you mean by "improvements"?

AkanP: Right. Umm, I'd rather have Anzu-chan, who seems to have been entrusted with the improvements by the agency, explain it, but...

Where did she wander off to? She mentioned not having much interaction with Crazy:B or ALKALOID, so maybe she's a bit shy?

HiMERU: Isn't it rather strange that AkanP can just boldly barge into an atmosphere resembling an informal drinking party?

Rinne: Akan-san, you sure dig this kinda upbeat vibe, huh? That's why, even though you're never on-site, you're always at the drinking parties. That's been a thing since way back.

HiMERU: Typical behavior from a useless person. And to think you get paid for it. Being a producer must be an easy gig, hm?

AkanP: Umm, let's see...? Ah, there she is! Anzu-chaaan, over here~♪

HiMERU: Tch... None of this sarcasm is getting through at all. Such convenient ears.

Kohaku: It's gettin' kinda funny now, but ain't it better to just give up? You'll just tire yourself out if ya keep pickin' fights, HiMERU-han.

Hiiro: Hehe. Thank you for working so late, Anzu-san.

Aira: Seriously... It's already bedtime for good kids, yaaawn...♪

Hiiro: You always seem sleepy after a performance, Aira.

Aira: If anything, it's weird how everyone stays so calm even after giving it their all in a performance... Matrix is a big deal, so I'm stressed and tired.

Hiiro: There, there... Do you want to rest on my lap?

Aira: ...Getting pampered by Hiro-kun would feel like admitting defeat, so I'll rest on Mayo-san's lap instead.

Mayoi: ...?! Thank you very much!

Tatsumi: Fufu. More importantly, Anzu-san, regarding your assignment to improve Matrix—could you elaborate on its specifics?

Honestly, even I'm getting fed up with the lack of explanations?

AkanP: Aah, please don't blame Anzu-chan, she's working so hard!

HiMERU: Indeed. Anzu-san is working harder than necessary, despite having no involvement in this affair. HiMERU offers you his condolences.

Hm, you say you're okay with it? Because you like your job? Goodness, how very convenient—

If you are too much of an accommodating good kid, wicked adults will exploit you.

HiMERU doesn't necessarily dislike such foolishness, however.

Tatsumi: Hm, hm... So, for the upcoming round, you plan to change the stage for Matrix?

"The showdown itself might get lackluster or become one-sided, potentially leading viewers to lose interest—"

"So, isn't that something we can add that might interest the viewers?" I see, it is a good improvement, isn't it?

Niki: What specifically are you gonna add, Nee-san? Are we gonna get different delicacies from around the world every time?

HiMERU: Won't that only interest gluttons like you, Shiina?

Kohaku: Ah, I might be interested too. It'd be fun to explore all the different foods from the outside ♪

HiMERU: Hehe. HiMERU also thought it was a wonderful idea ♪

Niki: You're blatantly reacting differently to me and Kohaku-chan?! That's discrimination, discrimination~!

Rinne: ...Actually, who says it matters more than what they say, doesn't it?

Niki: ? What're you talking about all of a sudden, Rinne-kun?

Rinne: Forget it. I haven't used my brain this much in a while, so I'm sleepy and accidentally blurted out gibberish.

Ehehe. I'm tired, so I'm gonna rest on Meru-san's lap~♪

HiMERU: HiMERU will kill you.

Aira: I'll help.

AkanP: Hehe. It's quite heartwarming to see you all getting along so well, but could you please keep it down a tad? Anzu-chan's voice is rather soft.

It'd be troublesome if you say afterwards that you didn't listen to the explanation, right?

HiMERU: Just to clarify, in your case, it wasn't because we didn't listen to the explanation, but rather, you didn't provide one.

Kohaku: Quit pickin' fights already... Might as well be chattin' up a brick wall, HiMERU-han.

Tatsumi: Fufu. Alright, apologies for getting sidetracked with small talk. But where precisely do you propose relocating the stage?

Considering the ease of attracting patrons, I believe the current ES setup is quite optimal—

AkanP: That's true. But, you know, after a whole year, everyone's gotten used to ES, so there's really no novelty anymore, right?

That's why, this time around, we decided to spice things up by choosing "that place" everyone's been curious about. ...Oh well, I guess I ended up explaining it after all.

Tatsumi: "That place" being...?

AkanP: The hometown of Rinne Amagi-kun and his little brother Hiiro-kun.

The colloquially named "Amagi Village" will be the stage for future Matrix matches.

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Never read Bloodlines, and now I DEFINITELY won't. That doesn't sound like Jaina at ALL. It sounds highly enraging.

And my sister was the same way with the Alphabet books-- or at least about the make better choices bit. Alphabet Squadron really does that to you, though.

I was less like that, since I was prepared. Except when Wyl Lark challenged Soran Keize to a duel. Then I lost it.

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The. The what trilogy? Is…. is that the actual name?

The actual name of the trilogy is The Dark Nest Trilogy by Troy Denning. It takes place after the end of the New Jedi Order megaseries and before the beginning of the Legacy of the Force megaseries.

The explanation for the Artoo thing was simple enough. Legends was not allowed to use Padme until after RotS was released and these were the first books to come out then.

As for the A plot being about Jacen, Jaina, Zekk, Raynar and a few other characters who I can’t remember off the top of my head getting dragged into a bug driven mind meld and having orgies… they gave him extensive creative freedom with this trilogy and he sure did make choices.

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Card shuffle / Episode 6

Author: Akira

Characters: Tatsumi, Mayoi, Aira, Rinne, Hiiro, Kohaku, Niki, HiMERU

"Hey, hey, can I sneak a little nibble of your finger or something?"

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Season: Winter

Location: MDM Stage

Several days later. Just before the first match of Matrix starts.

Tatsumi: ...We've arrived at the show with no idea of what to expect.

We haven't prepared at all, is this really going to be okay?

Mayoi: Uuu... Such unpredictable circumstances are rare for ALKALOID, so it makes me anxious... Wasn't summer the last time it was like this?

Aira: We usually take a bunch of lessons before every performance...

Rinne: Huuuh. You're as well-behaved as they say you are.

Aira: We've got the trauma of almost getting fired in the summer... That's why we give it our all every time, so we don't catch any flak later.

Rinne: Haha. That must be why ES likes you so much. If they're paying us the same salary, obviously they'd favor the ones who exert themselves willingly.

But doesn't it piss you off that they think "they'll do fine even if we don't say anything" and blatantly cut corners?

Tatsumi: I wouldn't say it's foolish to expect the other party to always do their best, but it does make the likelihood of disappointment much higher.

That's why we've always done everything we could.

Is that really something that should be made fun of?

Rinne: I ain't making fun of you. Well done, well done, Mr. Goody Two-Shoes ♪

Rinne: ...Haha. God, no way, looking at you guys just reminds me of my youth...

Tatsumi: ...?

Rinne: But still. Even you honor students had no way to prep this time 'cause the details were too vague, right?

Tatsumi: Yes... Even with our best efforts, there are limitations to what we can achieve.

I'm sorry to keep asking this, but... Have you truly not been informed by the producer in charge regarding the specifics of our ten upcoming matches?

Had we known the nature of the matches in advance, we could've at least prepared ourselves mentally.

Mayoi: ......

Tatsumi: Ah, don't worry, Mayoi-san. No matter what difficulties may come our way, we will certainly be okay.

Let's overcome this as we always have, together.

Mayoi: No... I mean, yes, in sickness and in health, but... Well, um, it seems that our opponents, Crazy:B, have appeared.

But... S-Somehow, something's... wrong.

Tatsumi: Hm? Oh, it's true—That striking red hair belongs to Hiiro-san ♪

Fufu. Though we haven't been apart for that long, it feels oddly nostalgic.

Hiiro: Heeey, Tatsumi-senpai, Mayoi-senpai, Aira!

Hehe. It's a bit unsettling to face you guys as enemies.

Aira: We feel the same way... But wait, why're you so cheery, Hiro-kun? Did the Crazy:B guys treat you well?

I was worried since Crazy:B has a bad rep, I thought you might get bullied?

Kohaku: We ain't bullies... Beg your pardon, but what exactly do ya take us for...?

Aira: Ah, Kohakucchi!

W-Wait, you look a little pale, are you okay...?

Kohaku: Ugh~... Rather, it feels like we're the ones who got bullied.

Aira: Um...?

Hiiro: Fufu. I became the leader of Crazy:B and gained the authority to manage the entire unit.

I couldn't tarnish Nii-san's reputation, so I pushed everyone as hard as I could.

Specifically, everyone was a bit sloppy with things like punctuality, so I made sure to tighten up on that!

Because a leader is basically a monarch! Naturally, the rules set by the monarch are absolute! If you disobey the monarch, you'll be severely punished!

Aira: What kinda dictatorship is that...?

Kohaku: Ain't that the truth... To be honest, Hiiro-han was so obviously a good kid, that we kinda looked down on him...

But we forgot. Hiiro-han's the little brother of this tyrant, Rinne-han.

Rinne: Who're you calling a tyrant? Gyahaha, sounds like our Otouto-kun's been giving you a hard time ♪

Niki: It was really awful... If I disobeyed Otouto-san's orders, I'd be punished on the spot. Like, I was even deprived of meals?

I thought I was gonna die, for real.

Mayoi: I-Is everything alright, Shiina-san? You look a bit wobbly? Um, my fingers, how many do you see?

Niki: Aah, I thought I smelled something delicious, so it's Mayo-chan~♪ Hey, hey, can I sneak a little nibble of your finger or something?

I'm... so hungry I'm at my limit—

Mayoi: Eek, you have the eyes of a starving beast...!

HiMERU: —Like father, like son. Amagi's child is an Amagi after all.

Rinne: He's not my son, though, he's my brother. But still, you guys only knew the obedient little Otouto-kun after coming to the city.

Nobody was aware that our Otouto-kun could be a real handful, right?

Otouto-kun was raised to be my assistant. He strictly abides by the rules and makes sure everyone else does too.

With such a guy in charge, well, it's no wonder you you wound up in some kinda dystopian nightmare ruled by an emotionless computer ♪

Kohaku: That's exactly how it felt... Since Matrix details were murky, Hiiro-han had us preparin' for every scenario.

To brace ourselves for any kinda showdown, we started with singin' and dancin' lessons, and wound up doin' a whole buncha trainin' exercises that had me scratchin' my head.

Gettin' drenched under waterfalls or catchin' every last leaf before they hit the ground... Aghh, it brought back memories of the strictness of my sisters back home.

HiMERU: Should you refuse or display disinterest, expect punishment; even if the outcome is poor, punishment ensues. Punishment, punishment, punishment, punishment.

As these days repeated themselves, our spirits felt like they were about to shatter.

Tatsumi: M-My condolences, HiMERU-san...?

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