#kou angst my beloved

[shittydazai]

how am i supposed to recover from this

#kou angst my beloved #kou #mitsuba #tbhk #mitsukou #max is speaking

[chifuyusun]

Negai no Astro Chapter One: Thoughts

I am late, in 3 days we will have chapter two, life has been too busy but I planned to share my thoughts on every chapter as the manga goes, so i will write them down here anyway

I have not read chapter 2 leaks nor do i plan to so these are all based on whatever info we got from chapter 1

Overall, Wakui never fails to intrigue me with his concepts. A lot of people online who enjoy hating on his works just because they didn’t like Tokyo Revengers and wanted to board the hate train kept calling it tr 2.0, but to me, it is a unique concept, the only thing it shares with tr is its art style (obviously, both are drawn by Wakui, he was not going to magically change his art just because it is a new work, besides, his art is precious and comforting to see, why would we want it to change?) + the concept of gangs and brotherhood which are prevalent in Tokyo Revengers. Other than that, this story is set out to be different. I love space, supernatural elements, family stories, angst and drama, and this story seems to blend all together. With a family of adopted siblings and a biological son, it makes me wonder, do any of the adopted ones harbor any hatred in their hearts for Hibaru? Who is close to whom? Who hates whom? There seems to be a lot of tension, like royal family children fighting for the throne, they would fight for succeeding their father.

Starting with Shio, could he be the main antagonist of the story? The panels seemed to focus on him whenever they were mentioning the succession. It seemed he had his eye on it, considering he is the first adopted son, he most likely expected he would be the next leader. In the second panel, his rage is apparent when Hibaru announced that Terasu was chosen. Perhaps he would try to “dethrone” the two, to speak in kingdom terms. Also, Kou did tell them to stay out of Shio’s way, it seems to me each siblings will have their own squad, and it will be a family feud. I am expecting lots of battle, and knowing Wakui, angst and bloodshed.

Hibaru my beloved! I am so attached to him already. Wholesome mc with a brave heart, count me in! Like Takemichi, he is dedicated to his goal, and to looking after his loved ones, as it was his will to save Terasu that gave him strength (+ the memory of his Father guiding him) I can’t say much about him, but he seems to be a golden retriever type of boy, with a pure soul and a strong will, and he most likely does not want the family to fight, as he does his best to avoid that. (but he also does not take sh*t from anyone, as he almost attacked Kou and had the cutest little angry face) Hibaru was always shown to be excited when his father brought new siblings home, and I do not think he dislikes any of them. But anyway, I will support my son’s rights and wrongs.

And these two seem to be the gossipers of the family who attend to talk sh*t about everyone else lol. The pretty boy with the colored hair gives me Hanma vibes, he seems to be quite chill, just wanting to see how it all goes down (or not, just an impression based on his vibe, but either way, I love his energy.) as for blondie with the scar, he caught my attention the most out of all the siblings, aside being beautiful design wise and looking like Kokonui, his sarcastic personality and just overall aura definitely interested me. He also never opened his eyes once during the whole chapter, and his scar goes through his eyes, could he be blind? I need to know more about him and his backstory, how he got this scar..and can he see..perhaps, his new power could make him see? (If he is blind)

What made me love Tokyo Revengers so much was not its plot (yes, Wakui cooked, he is a good author, Tenjiku arc’s plot was phenomenal and one of the most memorable in all works of fiction Ive read), but what engraved tr into my heart, making it something so dear to me, a story I’m way too attached to, is the bond between its characters, and the relationships between them, whether i saw it in a platonic or romantic sense, and all the various sibling relations, how Shinichiro changed the course of destiny itself for his brother, how Mitsuya raised two little sisters on his own and protected them, how Naoto loved his sister so much he meddled in time for her, how Yuzuha put her own safety on the line and endured endless abuse for her brother, etc. Wakui writes all types of relationships so beautifully it moved me to tears so many times, and that is why the sibling bond between Terasu and Hibaru is so dear to me.

Like?? Absolutely precious. Their love for each other is already so evident only from one chapter. Cant wait to see more of them and hopefully it stays pure and untainted…(Wakui im looking at you.)

However..I can't help but think of this. Terasu's parents were defeated (k*lled) by Hibaru's dad, and Wakui never adds details for no reason. Everything in tr was carefully planned since day one even if it was rushed at the end, so, could this turn into a "Judas" sort of situation, where Terasu is faced with a difficult choice to make? Could he betray Hibaru? They are so dear to me, I would hope not, but also...angst...

Random thought: Code Geass is my all time favorite anime, and this part reminded me of the very first episode of Code Geass, where CC speaks to Lelouch, giving him the power of Geass, which brings me to..her

Again, i have not seen leaks, idk if it is revealed who she is in chapter two, but we have not seen her yet in chapter one..is she part of the family, or could she be similar to CC in a way, related to the "astro" power? I am keen to know more about her

Another random thought: I am obsessed with her and I don't even know her name yet, but she is gorgeous. All the girls Wakui drew in tr are stunning but she just..stands out, her design is unique to all ladies Wakui drew before, she reminds me of a femme Manjiro mixed with Koko, and Betty Boop

Lastly, the whole adopted siblings, each with a unique super power, is reminding me of The Umbrella Academy, and I'm sat. I'm a sucker for such stories lol, I am excited to learn more about what each power does and what each sibling got, especially that which looks like a third eye. Since astro grants the heart's desire and what they wish for, I am curious to see what each of them wants the most, and to learn more about their character. Can't wait for my new journey with Negai no Astro, it is a promising start! (Won't ever leave TR behind though)

#anime and manga #manga #manga ken wakui #ken wakui #animanga #wakui ken #negai no astro manga #negai no astro #negai no astro ken wakui #terasu #hibaru #hibaru negai no astro #hibaru yotsurugi #terasu negai no astro #terasu yotsurugi #shio yotsurugi #shio negai no astro #Tokyo Revengers #astro royale #astro royale manga

[hypn0ticx]

˚◞♡ Shy, Timid, And Adorable !!

🧸This blurb will only consist of my child oc and Bonten Mikey, so there will be some angst, gore and weapons. There will be harm against my oc, but just a small injury! Also, I may make this into a series. Anyways, enjoy!

"Nii-San!" Kou's thrilled voice brought Mikey out of his trance as he looked over at him with a confused expression.

"What's wrong little bean..?" The older male asked, his obsidian eyes staring deeply into the 10 year old boy's wide ones. Kou walked towards Mikey and happily slid a medium-size box in his hands, his large doe green eyes shimmering with excitement. 

Mikey looked down at the box and looked back at Kou, who was basically bouncing on his heels.

He snorted lightly and begun opening up the box to reveal two promise necklaces. One colored a beautiful midnight blue and the other a pretty shade of crimson red. He blinked slowly and glided his eyes over to the now shy pre-teen who timidly rubbed his arms. 

He then smiled and patted Kou's blue shaggy head of hair, his slanted eyes glistened with adoration and amusement.

Kou blushed in embarrassment and looked down at his feet, his hands gripping on the hem of his jacket. He had never seen his brother like this before, it's rare for him to even see his brother be genuinely happy. He felt cold metal touch his neck and jolted a bit, only to see one of the promise necklaces laid gently on his chest. 

He looked up to see Mikey wearing the other and smiling brightly at him. An adorable giggle came from Kou, as he jumped onto Mikey's lap and hugged him happily.

A choked yelp abruptly came from Mikey, as he immediately held Kou close towards his chest and hummed when he heard giggling from the gleeful boy sitting on his lap. He then lovingly nuzzled into his brother's soft frizzy hair and closed his eyes in content. If anyone were to ever see the two males like this, Mikey would definitely reign hell on them instantly. 

No ifs, ands, or buts.

Kou dazedly snuggled into Mikey's chest, his left ear laid near the male's heart and begun to subconsciously hear the slow beating with his eyes slowly closing from sudden exhaustion.

Mikey felt Kou slowly laying his weight on his lap and looked to see him asleep, hugging his waist as for a sense of comfort. He softened his gaze and kissed the boy's forehead, his body unknowingly leaning into the couch.

His mind began to flood with the overwhelming thoughts of his beloved baby brother, as his eyes instantly turned a pure shade of white with his arms tightly trapping the sleeping male against his frail, yet muscled body. 

It taunted him to his very core, seeing his brother crying out to him with his own blood covered around his shooken frame over and over again.

 He menacingly glared at nothing, as his intense stare would bare sharp hole to the walls that tightly hid his weapons from his innocent soul of a brother.

 He didn't need to know what his brother's job was. All he needed to do is be his innocent, adorable self and live a normal life. For his own sake.

He was knocked out of his trance, when Kou sleepily mumbled.

"Bubby, I need to use the restroom.. Let go.." 

Mikey reluctantly let go of the half-awake male and watched as he slowly walked in the nearby bathroom and closed the door behind him. He frowned and looked down at his lap, as he tightly gripped onto his pants and angrily shed tears.

He hated this feeling. He hated it so fucking bad. Knowing his brother could be potentially harmed when he's out his peripheral view, terrified him heavily. He ran his fingers through his hair and gripped onto it, as big blobs of overwhelmed tears flowed his pale cheek. 

"Don't cry.. I'm here, bubby.." Kou's soft voice reached Mikey's ears, as he looked at him and sniffled a bit. Kou smiled and hugged the older male's neck, with his small hand pushing his brother's head in his shoulder.

Mikey immediately snapped and wailed, his shaking arms immediately clasped around Kou's waist and pulled him in closer. Kou rubbed his brother's back in comfort, his eyes sadly peered at his brother's breakdown.

If only he knew what happened to him...

☘️Written on: May 14, 2023 at 2:11pm.

#child reader #male child reader #child oc #bonten #bonten mikey #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev angst #mini fic

[satorisoup]

in that moment, when he blurted those words like nothing, time itself stopped, like it was never there. 

"w-what?" lene stuttered, still trying to process why he chose now and why your favourite local dinner would've been the appropriate place.

"look, i'm sorry, but i fell out of love," he said scratching the back of his neck and lene back a scoff. you don't just "fall out of love." you can't; it does not work like that.

to think this was supposed to be the day you both spent time together since he was always held up with all his tournaments.

but when lene thought about it, he had been weird the past few months—distant when she was there, not talking, or as excited to be around her. and on the day she thought he'd make it up to her, he made it worse.

the girl stared at the half-empty strawberry milkshake, a straw facing her and one facing him, her lipgloss staining the edge.

"i see..." she murmured, every insult that she wanted to throw at him stuck in lene's throat. she couldn't bring it to herself to call him names or say how shitty of a person he was because she knew he wasn't.

"listen i'm sorry-" the boy was cut off by the girl standing up and grabbing her purse, trying to hold back the urge to roll her eyes. "i don't need an apology, ass hole," she snapped, a sad glint in her eyes as she looked around the comforting and familiar diner that she knew she'd never gain the courage to step into again. 

at least until a few years pass, and she would find herself tearing up as she looked at the old picture of her and her beloved ex.

VEGAS… that is ENOUGH why are you and sinnie ATTACKING me with the angst ?!?! (˃̣̣̥ᴖ˂̣̣̥) and you felt the need to add the diner and strawberry milkshake… this is cruel </3

this did NOT happen this is NOT canon… i will start sobbing on the floor right now SOBSOBSOB </333 my baby kou would NEVER !! T^T

#you both are out to get me huh… (*-*) #i will get both of you back… trust me T^T #this is EVIL !!! </333 #「✉︎」 — a trip to the mailbox .ᐟ #° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . — special delivery from vegas .ᐟ

[lucas2k]

16

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byf - (before you read,) angst, yashiro is turning 16 years old, mentions of skin picking, insecure yashiro, everyone in the school knows about the wonders - they can see hanako, mei, mitsuba - etc etc

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“Happy birthday, Yashiro!” Kou cried out, leaping into her arms with a big smile on his face. He brought a group of people with him too — the last ones to arrive. It was him, Yokoo, Satou and .. Hanako!

Kou stormed off to the living room where everyone else was, he picked up a party hat and plopped himself right by Lemon, greeting him. A loud “woooooo!” could be heard from Kou.

Yokoo and Satou also hugged Yashiro and wished her a happy birthday. The two of them brought a present for her and placed it on the table behind her. She was about to head over to the living room with everyone else before realizing she forgot to greet her beloved supernatural, Hanako.

“Oh! Yeah! Hanako, hey! I’m so happy you could make it, for a second I thought you weren’t gonna make it.” Nene chuckled, she took a good look at him and noticed he didn’t have his usual expression, all happy with that stupid smile on his face. Instead he looked serious, annoyed even. “but why?” she asked herself. Yokoo, Satou and Kou looked just fine.

“hey.”

thats all he said before turning away and going to the living room, and there he acted just fine. Hanako was laughing and partying with everyone else — something is up with him. And it was hurting Yashiro. did she do something wrong? He seemed just fine on the phone yesterday, the two stood up until 12 in the morning for her birthday.. so whats his deal? She tried to just brush it off, even though it did hurt her. Really bad. She can’t be upset though, not on her 16th birthday.

“Yashiro!” she quickly lost track of her thoughts, it was Aoi.

“Oh hey Aoi! Whats up?”

“Whats up..? What do you mean whats up? It’s your birthday! Your 16th birthday to be exact, come on, get in here and don’t look so gloomy!”

Aoi was right, this day was special and she’s not gonna let one little thing ruin it. She went into the living room and started giggling and dancing with Aoi, everyone was having a great time — this might be her best party yet.

“hanako..” she thought of him again and noticed him glancing over at her from across the room, before turning his head and scoffing with a disgusted look on his face. He seemed angry but then started talking to Akane with a smile on his face.

“what the hell..?!” she thought to herself, furrowing her eyebrows as she felt her face get hot. She didn’t know what to think, the person who she cared about the most was being a total asshole to her. She slowly lost motivation to match Aoi’s movements while dancing.

Lemon looked over at the clock, his eyes widening.

“I think it’s time to cut some cake and sing happy birthday!~”

This was great. Maybe this’ll get her mind off of things.

Everyone rushed over to the kitchen, and it seems like they had it all planned out. Akane rushed to a closet and struggled to hold the cake with one hand as he grabbed a lighter. He would then slowly walk over to the kitchen. He began to sing, and slowly everyone else would start to sing.

Not Hanako.

Hanako was deathstaring Yashiro the whole time, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes filled with disgust and hatred.

“happy birthday to you,”

“happy birthday to you,”

She sniffled a bit and tried to ignore the look of disgust Hanako was giving her, and acted like it was happy tears. Her gaze switched from Hanako to the cake.

“happy birthday, dear Nene..”

Akane grabbed the lighter and positioned it over the candled that formed the number “one,” then the one that was in the shape of the letter “six.”

“happy birthday to..”

“…”

“you!”

Nene would close her eyes and take a deep breath, making a wish. Some people believe that it’s childish to believe that birthday wishes are real, not Nene, though. Everything she had ever wished for during previous birthdays have came true.

“I want to make sure the rest of my life goes great — and most importantly, I want to figure out what Hanako’s deal is..”

She would then blow the candles as everyone cheered and clapped, Satou and Yokoo blowing party favors at the same time.

“Lets eat some cake!” Kou yelled out, everyone cheering and agreeing with him.

“I wanna cut the cake first,” Hanako said.

It was the first time Yashiro heard him speak out loud and volunteered to do anything that had to do with Nene today. But she was happy! Could it be possible that her birthday wish is already coming true?

“Y-Yeah.. sure..!” She said, a big grin on her face as her cheeks grew a tint of pink.

Hanako cut the edge of the vanilla flavored cake into a triangle and smudged it into Yashiro’s face.

The music stopped.

Everyone went quiet.

Usually they would laugh, but it seemed like this time this was something personal, not one of Hanako’s usual pranks.

“Hope you enjoy the cake, daikon legs.” Hanako said.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Kou said, pushing Hanako to the side.”

“daikon legs.” Yashiro thought, sniffling.

Her mind would race as she wiped off all of the cake of her face. Daikon legs. That comment that would be told to her by many — Mitsuba, mostly. She was insecure about her legs, but after talking about it everyone respected her and didn’t mention that ever again. But it was Hanako that knew about it the most. It was Hanako who reassured her that her legs were just fine. It was Hanako who suggested that she could make that issue known..

It was..

It was Hanako who told her to host this stupid party in the first place.

There were a few people yelling at Hanako, and his face was completely blank. A few people asking Yashiro if it was okay.

Her eyes became glossy, she tried her hardest not to cry but .. she just couldn’t bottle it up anymore. Tears formed in her eye and started pouring out of her eyes.

“Yashiro..?” Aoi said in a worried tone, eyebrows furrowed. Mitsuba rubbed her back and covered his mouth with his sleeve. “You okay..? Hey, don’t cry..”

She couldn’t.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” Yashiro yelled out, wiping the tears off of her face as her shoulder bumped into Aoi’s as she left the kitchen storming, all the attention quickly going to her. She kicked the bathroom door open and slammed it behind her, a few chunks of the door falling off behind her from how hard she slammed it.

“Yashiro!—“ Mitsuba yelled out, everyone ran over to the bathroom door and yelled out.

She already hated herself for so many reasons, but this just told her that she had every reason to hate herself. The guy who she loved the most - The one who was always there for her, just basically told her that.

Endless tears just rolled down her eyes, everyone could hear her hiccuping and sobbing. She would pick at her skin and clench her teeth together which only made her sobbing even louder. Yashiro would dig her nails into her face, scratching it as she cried louder. This didn’t hurt her, but it did sting a little.

“Everybody go home, just.. GO HOME AND DON’T COME BACK..!” She screamed out, locking the door as she slowly got up, lightheaded.

She almost passed out right there, from all of the crying and the drama.. her head was throbbing.

Yashiro looked into the mirror and saw how horrible she really looked. Her hair was a mess, her eyes are red, the scratch marks were bad and pink, basically tattooed on her face. She could barely see because of how bad her crying was. Mascara was smeared all over her face.

“Yashiro..” Kou called for her, worried. “Please, come out. Hanako is gone, we kicked him out.. come out, please?”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” She yelled out, grunting as she slammed her head against the mirror.

It shattered, and a few droplets of blood could be seen dripping down her face,

then onto the sink.

#tbhk #16 #lucas2k #yashiro #nene #yashironene #angst #tbhkangst #hanako #hanakokun #kou #minamoto #kou minamoto #tbhk nene #mitsuba #aoi #mirror #blood #jshk #jshk angst #toilet bound hanako kun #toilet bound

[lancermylove]

My Beloved (HC)

Fandom: Magi

Pairing: Sinbad, Alexis, Kouen, Hakuryuu, Judal with fem!Reader

Warning: Mild angst in some of the hcs. 

Requested by: Spiraling anon

Prompt: THE LACK OF MAGI REQUESTS IS A CRIME can I get Sinbad, Alexis, Kouen, Hakuryuu, Judal and Alibaba hcs with a courtesan s/o? 👀 

A/N: Spiraling, I ended up binge watch half of Magi (S1) after seeing your request. XD I really want a third season, but at the same time, I don’t want it...Sin didn’t deserve what he got. Ohtaka seems to have a problem with powerful men or something. T_____T Also, I hope you were not looking for n.sfw because this hc is very sfw. 🤣

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Sinbad

Sinbad will spoil you to no end, especially if he's busy and can't spend time with you. He will gift you the finest jewelry, clothes, and footwear. If you are interested in learning an art or studying, he will send the best instructors to you. Sinbad will fulfill any wish you have unless it involves you staying away from him for a long time, like traveling around the world. 

All the other women in the palace envy you to no end. In case any woman bullies you, Sinbad will ask Yamraiha to...you know, have a "nice chat" with her. 

If he is stressed, you're the first person he will visit...after Ja'far forces him to finish his work. Just seeing you is enough to make the king forget about his pain/stress. 

Since you are Sinbad's favorite, no other man is allowed to touch you. Not that anyone would dare unless they have a death wish. 

When Ja'far started noticing Sin's feelings towards you, he warned the king, and even now, the assassin continues to warn Sinbad to control his heart. Ja'far has nothing against you, but he is well aware of how Sin's mind and heart work. 

Muu

When the Fanalis learned from his sister that you had taken a liking to him, he was surprised. A lot of people find the Fanalis, including him, to be intimidating/scary.  It didn't take long for him to warm up to the idea of spending more time with you. 

If Muu is in the Reim Empire, he spends time with you every day, or at least stop by to check on you. If he is out on a diplomatic affair or accompanying Scheherazade, Muu will write letters to you. 

The Fanalis doesn't like that you're part of Nerva's court as he isn't fond of the prince. He wants to get you out of the court, even if it means stealing you away. 

Muu always thought he would spend his life alone, but after meeting you, he no longer likes the idea of being alone. He loves you with all his heart and is completely devoted to you. 

If, for some reason, you stop loving him or don't want to be with him, Muu will forever hold you in his heart. 

Alibaba

At first, Alibaba thought of you as a dear friend, but when he fell in love with you, he fell hard. 

The first thing he wants to do is get you out of the royal court (if you are part of anyone else's court). He has seen what his mother went through, and he doesn't want you to experience the same. Just the thought of it gives him anxiety. 

Out of all the men on this list, Alibaba treats you with the most respect. He doesn't shower you with gifts but does shower you with affection. Wherever he goes, you go - as long as it's not dangerous. 

Since you are with Alibaba, you are automatically Aladdin's best friend. The prince doesn't care about the magi touching women's chests as long he doesn't touch yours. He will force Aladdin to sister zone you if that happens. 

Overall, the prince treasures you dearly and plans to do that for the rest of his life. Who knows, one day you might be his wife...maybe his queen. 

Judal

At first, Judal only thought of you as a source of entertainment - someone he can tease and prank. That changed when the magi saw another man trying to flirt with you. Something snapped inside him, and well...the man turned into a popsicle...a very dead popsicle.  

Gifts? What are those? The magi spoils you with physical love, mostly cuddles. He LOVES to cuddle, and if you don't, too bad, so sad.

Judal is very possessive; you are HIS, and everyone needs to understand that. He will not let any other man get close to you and will throw a tantrum if needed.

The magi keeps you far away from Al-Thamen's business; he knows what they are capable of, and the last thing Judal wants is for them to use you against him.

There is just one thing Judal doesn't understand...whenever he thinks of something happening to you, he gets this tight feeling in his chest. Why is that?

Kouen

Kouen would spoil you but within limits. He doesn't want you to think you have control over him, nor does he want to give a delusion of devotion.

He is a prince and of royal blood, meaning his future wife will be a princess. Even if he gets married, the prince will continue to spend time with you and spoil you. 

Like Sinbad, Kouen will not let any other man touch you or get close to you. Everyone in the palace is aware of this, and they also know the prince won't hesitate to kill them. This also means you are not allowed to look at any other man. 

If you can sing, paint, or play an instrument, Kouen will often ask you to show him your talent. 

If you are highly educated and can hold an intelligent conversation, the prince will be very impressed. Kouen will even consider bringing you with him when he travels for diplomatic meetings. 

Hakuryuu

Rather than giving you gifts, Hakuryuu prefers to spoil you with attention, hugs, and kisses. He still randomly surprises you with gifts since he is royalty and all. 

The prince tries to spend time with you at least once a week, but sometimes he is so busy that he doesn't have time to sleep. If that happens, Hakuryuu writes you an apology letter and promises to make it up to you. 

Like his cousin, Haku respects highly educated and/or talented individuals. If you have any talents, then he will admire you to no end. In case you want to learn a skill, Haku will be more than happy to find a suitable instructor for you. 

The prince loathes the day he has to marry someone else. He knows one day, his family members will force him to take in a royal wife. Even if this happens, Hakuryuu will assure you that his heart belongs to you and you only. He will spend more time with you than his wife, and in the Kou Empire, this is perfectly normal. 

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➣ Magi Masterlist

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#magi #magi sinbad #ren hakuryuu #ren kouen #judal magi #muu alexius #magi alibaba #alibaba saluja

[ahkaahshi]

12:27 AM [kuroo tetsurou x reader]

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem reader (platonic relationship)

genre: fluff and angst

warning(s): swearing, brief mentions of alcohol consumption

word count: 2.8k

overview: you go on one, final late night food run with your best friend to commemorate your last evening in tokyo

notes: as stated above, the reader and kuroo’s relationship here is purely platonic. it just felt right. also, this one’s a bit more dialogue-heavy than usual, but it’s intentional :) hope you enjoy!

At 12:27 AM, Kuroo’s standing in the kitchen, poring over an open cupboard of food—none of which seems to fulfill his cravings. Tapping the toes of his house slippers against the tiled floor, he sends a glance over at where you’re sitting on the couch, watching the movie he’d put on with rapt attention. His attempts at successfully blocking out thoughts of what’s to come tomorrow are foiled once more when his gaze settles on the luggage waiting patiently in the entryway.

“Hey, (f/n),” he calls out to you, shutting the cabinets in front of him and turning away from them. The eyebrow you raise at him expectantly has him continuing, “Whaddya say to going on one, last late-night food run in the city with your old pal?”

With a snicker, you toss the mountains of blankets off your body and stand up as you say, “You act as if today’s my last day on the planet, Tetsu.”

“Seriously, though, who knows when we’ll be able to do this again?” he wonders, “Might as well live like it’s your last day on the planet, even if it’s just for a night, right?”

You shake your head as you pull on an old Nekoma hoodie out of your backpack that matches the one he’s wearing. “Quit it, dumbass; you’re gonna make me all sentimental.”

A grin spreads across his lips and he gives you a playful shake once the two of you have stepped into your shoes and left his home. It warms your heart but shatters it at the same time, since you’re painfully aware of the fact that tonight will be the last time you see it in person for what could be months. And if his words hadn’t already made you a bit emotional, the drive through Tokyo would’ve done the trick.

He rolls the windows of his car down, letting in the cool, nighttime air that whistles past as the vehicle picks up speed. In an effort he wants to seem as spontaneous as possible, he plays music from a playlist the two of you had made together back when you were in high school, shouting and dancing along to the lyrics of every song with you with an enthusiasm that has you doubling over in your seat with laughter.

Every stoplight gives other drivers and pedestrians buzzing around the bustling downtown area the opportunity to shoot you judgmental looks or those of entertainment, but you’re too busy living in the moment with him that you barely notice or even care, for that matter. You don’t know where he’s taking you, but you don’t bother to ask. Instead, you find yourself lost in admiring the dazzling array of lights passing you by during your drive through the lively city. Knowing you’ll be in a new one by this time tomorrow has you gazing upon everything you’d simply passed by before without a second thought with a newfound appreciation and lingering nostalgia.

Eventually, after Kuroo’s impressed you by maneuvering his car into a tighter parking spot than you thought he could fit in, you find your destination is a small restaurant tucked away in one of the back alleys aglow with neon signs. Though it’s packed to the brim with other patrons enjoying a late-night meal, there’s plenty of conversation between you and your friend to fill the time you spend waiting for a table.

Once you’re inside, you bask in the warmth heavy with the delicious smell of fresh food as the two of you sit together and reminisce over steaming bowls of ramen. “You know one thing I’ll never forget?” Kuroo begins, fishing out a few plump noodles with his chopsticks. You glance over at him expectantly while you blow on the broth in your spoon and he chuckles before adding, “The look on Lev’s face when he hit you in the back of the head during warmups and you gave him the coldest stare I’ve ever seen.”

“I felt so bad when I realized it was him, though, ‘cause I thought it was you!” you defend.

Kuroo’s unoccupied hand flies to his chest to complete the feigned look of shock on his face. “And you were gonna look at me like that if it was?”

“You were always aiming for me, Tetsu.”

“You were always on the court!”

“Helping Coach toss and keeping hitters like you from fucking up your ankles by coming down on stray volleyballs, you asshole.”

Kuroo shrugs and comments, “I never hit you hard, though,” and moves another serving of noodles to his lips. “Just wanted to keep our beloved manager on her toes is all.”

With an incredulous scoff, you retort, “Yeah, you did that, alright. And even well into uni, too.”

There’s a pause in your conversation as you both take a moment to enjoy your food before Kuroo questions, “Could you please submit your evidence to the court?”

“Halloween,” you state, (e/c) eyes laser focused on his own, hazel ones. He’s narrowing them, as if he’s trying to remember the event in question, so you help him out by continuing, “You and Kou were insistent on coming with me to a raging house party that night. The two of you got so, annoyingly drunk that you were laughing at the top of your lungs like hyenas about videos of pets dressed up in costumes at three in the morning.”

He raises a finger contemplatively. “I might’ve blacked out, but that does sound like something I’d do.”

“In that case, you probably forgot about all the noise complaints I got, then; and how the owner of the place came to scold me in person.”

A bashful grin forms on his lips at the memory you’ve reminded him of, and he concedes, “Alright, alright; we’ve both done a lot of stupid shit in the time we’ve known each other, so let’s just leave it at that. Besides, I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to remind you of the time you lost your bikini top in the ocean and were too mortified to move, so you made me swim in and get it, right?”

“This conversation is over,” you declare, face growing hot with embarrassment as a vivid image of the moment in question flashes across your mind.

As the two of you continue enjoying your delicious meals and reminiscing about other, more positive experiences you’ve shared together, you feel the knot that’s been settled in the pit of your stomach for what seems to be weeks now make itself known once more. In spite of your outward calmness and enthusiasm, you were starting to have trouble hiding your nervousness. The last thing you’d wanted was for anyone to notice and try to talk you out of your decision, but Kuroo’s far more perceptive than most and knows you well enough to understand what you’re thinking.

When the two of you finish your meals and find the strength to scoot out of your chairs, he notices the way you gaze longingly at your surroundings. He catches sight of the gentle glimmer of emotion in your eyes as you request that he drive you anywhere he wants—just to hold off on going back to his place for a bit longer. And each time he takes his eyes off the road ahead to cast a glance in your direction, he finds your attention fixated on all the buildings and people that pass by.

But it’s not until the two of you arrive at a nearly empty parking lot outside a large, sprawling park that he decides to bring up the question of what’s on your mind. “Hey, (f/n),” he says, making you turn on your heels to face him where you’d been standing a few feet away from his car, watching the twinkling lights in the distance. He looks so carefree, perched on the hood of his vehicle, hands shoved into the pockets of his black joggers, whereas you’re much more on edge, trying to keep your foot-tapping against the loose gravel to a minimum.

“Hmm?”

He purses his lips for a moment before answering slowly, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while—the last day we’d spend together. And it’s one of those things that you just can’t really prepare yourself for, no matter how hard you try to, y’know?” The muscles around your brow relax, and your expression becomes more curious upon being pulled out of your worrisome thoughts. “I know how I’m feeling, but how are you holding up?”

Your fingers interlace themselves as you bite the inside of your cheek. Even if you want to, there’s no bullshitting Kuroo. Not when he’s seen you in every state you can imagine and is often one to pick up on your feelings before you’re even aware they exist, though he often brings them to your attention with a more lighthearted approach than most would think appropriate to take. Doesn’t mean he cares any less, however; and you can see the genuine concern in his hazel eyes shining a paler color in the white moonlight.

“I’m excited,” you tell him. With the way your heart’s pounding in your chest, you’d be surprised if he couldn’t hear its pulse in your voice. Moving towards him to occupy the space on the hood beside him, you take a deep breath and look up at him. “But I’m terrified at the same time.” It’s instantaneous, the way you lean into his touch the moment he slings his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him. “Since we were kids, I was always talking about wanting to move to another country, remember?”

“I thought you just said that to make me sad whenever I pissed you off.”

You lightly swat his chest and argue, “Oh, be quiet.” But, before you can continue with what you were going to say, you find yourself focused on the words he’d spoken instead. “Wait, did you actually mean that?”

With a gentle chuckle, he shrugs. “Nah, I was joking.” The adam’s apple in his throat bobs when he turns his attention towards the sky and admits, “But I always did get a little sad whenever you mentioned it. Still do.” A moment of silence filled with the distant sounds of traffic and the chirping of insects ensues during which you watch your fingers toy with the aglets hanging off your hoodie. “I mean, come on, now; what kinda kid wants one of his best friends to move away when he knows how big the world is but how singular and small he is?”

“Tetsu,” you murmur softly, feeling your lip tremble with emotion and your eyes sting with oncoming tears, “You’ve always been there for me through, like, everything. Or, at least, it feels that way. Part of the reason why I’m so scared of leaving is because I’m gonna be all by myself, in a brand-new place, just thrown into the deep end of things and having to teach myself how to swim all over again. But another part of it is because I’m gonna be away from you. And even now, as an adult, I still don’t wanna move away from my best friend.”

He doesn’t even have to look at you or hear you sniffle to know you’re crying, and he tightens his grip around you, placing his other hand on your back. Appreciative of the gesture, you bury your face in the soft fabric of his sweatshirt and pull him into an embrace so you can hold onto him for a few, long moments that you wish didn’t have to end.

“Hey, it’s all good as long as you don’t forget about me once you make it big out there, okay?” His tone is teasing and lighthearted, as per usual, but you can hear the subtlest break in his voice that has more tears cascading down your cheeks and pooling in the creases of his sweater.

“I’m not gonna forget you—I could never—but, what if I can’t do it?” you whimper, “What if I get there and I hate the job, or I hate my coworkers, or I hate life over there? Then I’ll be stuck out there with no one.”

Rubbing your back gently, he assures you, “If worst comes to worst, you can come back home and regroup. You’ll always have a place to stay here. Well… unless I get super famous and end up being offered a job to travel around the world.” You can’t help but snicker at his comment, and neither can he. “Even if I’m not physically there, I’ll always be there in spirit. And don’t discount the possibility of me showing up at your doorstep, since we know I have a tendency to do that.”

“Like a stray cat I keep feeding.”

“Exactly. Maybe you’ll even get two if I can convince Kenma to come with me. We’ll have to see how long he can survive off his Switch alone.”

Your bodies both shake with laughter for a few moments before you pull away from each other, and his hands slide onto your shoulders to give them a firm squeeze. Keeping your head lowered for a moment, you drag the sleeves of your hoodie across your eyes to wipe up any stray tears you hadn’t left on his. When your gazes meet, though, the confidence in his almost entirely dissolves the knot that’s been building in your stomach for so long.

“Hey.” He shakes you gently, and you jokingly let your head roll about, eliciting more snickers from both of your mouths before looking at him expectantly and with your full attention. “Don’t let the worst-case scenario hold you back from something that could be great. You’re so quick to think about how likely the worst possible thing is to happen, but why can’t the best be just as likely?”

Playfully, you tease, “Wow, seems like someone’s trying to get me outta here,” with a smirk.

“(F/n),” he sighs, sending a long plume of steam upwards from his mouth. Giving you a firm pat on the arm, he admits, “I’m gonna miss you like hell. But this is what you’ve been wanting for so long, and I want you to do it so badly. Partly so I can say that I have a vacation property abroad, but mostly because you know I want the best for you, since you deserve it.”

Your lip quakes once again at his confession, but you manage to blink back the tears this time and crack a smile. “Okay. But if you’d better not get even the slightest bit sentimental or teary-eyed tomorrow or else I’m gonna cry like a bitch all the way through the airport.”

“Eyes will be dry as long as you promise to video call me the second you land so I can go on the cab ride with you and see the whole, cute apartment reveal thing that’s so trendy these days.”

A mixture of a giggle and a gentle sob leaves your mouth as you watch his figure distorted by your swimming vision rise from the hood of his car. You feel warm hands on your wrists pulling you up onto your feet before you’re ensconced in another tight hug while Kuroo rocks from one foot to the other.

“You’re gonna be fine.”

After giving you a squeeze hard enough to push the air out of your lungs, he releases his grasp around you and opens the door on the passenger’s side so you can climb in and retreat from the coldness of the night. “With all these emotions plus the food, I’m gonna knock out so fast when we get home,” you mumble with a soft sniffle, reaching for the packet of tissues in his glove compartment once he’s settled in the driver’s seat.

He scoffs and furrows his eyebrows at you as he sticks his keys in the ignition. “Who said you were sleeping tonight? You’ve got the whole plane ride tomorrow to do that.”

“Alright, you can’t blame me for being cranky, then.”

With a shake of the head, he shifts the car into reverse so he can back out of the parking lot and start the journey back to his home. While the music you’d been blasting earlier plays softly from the speakers, you rest your head on the door once more to watch your familiar surroundings breeze by outside.

“Tetsurou.” You glance over at him and his head of haphazardly styled hair that you’re sure won’t fit on the screen of your phone the next time you see him, and his eyes meet yours when he brings the car to a halt at a stop sign. “Thanks for spending my so-called last night on the planet with me.”

extra that didn’t make the cut: kuroo didn’t shed a tear at the airport until after he thought you’d left. but you’d actually just hid somewhere and caught him with watery eyes. you still video called him as soon as you landed, though.

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#haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo x reader #x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #reader insert #kuroo tetsurou #tw alcohol mention #fran writes hq!! #ahkaahshi//wnf

[mothymoo]

what i'll write

this post will basically be the fandoms + character's, dos/don'ts, genres, etc. that i'll write. feel free to comment requests

ONE :: FANDOMS

tbhk

genshin impact

boyfriends (webtoon)

haikyuu

given

TWO :: MAIN CHARACTERS

tbhk:

nene

sakura (!!)

tsukasa

hanako

kou

mitsuba

genshin impact:

xingqiu

chongyun

razor

bennett

kaeya

diluc

venti

boyfriends (webtoon):

literally all of them tbh

haikyuu:

hinata

kageyama

tsukishima

yamaguchi

yachi

kiyoko

oikawa

iwaizumi

kenma

goshiki

given:

all of them lmao

THREE :: DOS/DONTS

dos:

mlm/nblm/mlnb ships

wlw/nblw/wlnb ships

canon character x canon character

headcanons

short fanfics

(occasionally) longer fanfics

poly ships

lime

smut

fluff

angst

hurt/comfort (my beloved)

donts:

scat

pedophilia

smut with underaged characters (aged up is fine)

incest

fanon stereotypes

heterosexual ships

canon character x reader

and thats it~! thank you for reading, feel free to leave any requests

#tbhk #tbhk headcanons #haikyuu!! #given anime #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #haikyū!! #boyfriends webtoon #boyfriends webtoon headcanons #what i'll write

[sunfetti]

Hi if it not much to ask for a Teru x Reader angstfluff fic. Where teru's in a relationship with reader who died abruptly and became " [Y/N] of the student council room" and because they want to see teru again. But they have to struck a deal with tsukasa and become his helper

An: My first request!! Thank you so much for requesting, it’s totally not too much to ask!! Hopefully you enjoy it!!

Word count: 1000+ 

Summary: Teru and Y/n were the happiest couple at Kamome Academy, but what happens when tragedy strikes? And what is Y/n willing to pay to see Teru again?

Trigger warning: Violent death, slight gore, heavy angst (please do not read if that upsets you!! I will post something more fluffy in the future to make up for this!!)

   “The rumor of Y/n San...”

  Have you heard of this rumor? They say in the student council room, resides the ghost of the heartbroken Y/n-San. Their grief chains them there and if they see you—they will make you feel the heartbreak they feel. 

    Silence... That’s all Y/N heard nowadays—no longer were the days that they could walk to school with their friends or greet their family when they got home. They couldn’t even affectionately hug their boyfriend anymore—that’s one of things they hated the most of this new existence. It’s not like they had wanted this, to live beyond their time. No. They wanted  oh so desperately to be alive, still living and happy with their family and the love of their life. Safe and sound within Teru’s arms like they used to be able to do every day they wished. 

    Who was Y/n you ask? They were a former student at Kamome Academy, and the beloved of Teru Minamoto—the two of them being inseparable even before they were in a romantic relationship. They were the power couple of Kamome Academy, and It seemed as though nothing could stop them. That is except for the incident… 

    It happened so suddenly—that wretched day. Even when Y/n closed their eyes, they could still remember that day vividly.. It haunted their mind, just like how they now haunted the student council room. Y/n had been walking towards the Minamoto residence—having planned to spend the night there, as they had done so many times before. They giddily clutched the necklace clasped around their neck that Teru had given them earlier during school—the memory replaying within their mind.

   ”Are you sure you want me to have this?” They asked, admiring the gorgeous necklace that glimmered in Teru’s hands. It was such a beautiful gift but surely it must have cost a fortune right?”

   “Of course I want you to have it! I bought it just for you!” Teru said, beaming with joy as he gestured for them to turn around. He gently put the necklace on his beloved, pressing a loving kiss to the back of their head. “There.. I knew you would look gorgeous with it..” He says, watching Y/n admire the necklace more—touching the charm.

   “Thank you so much Teru! I love it!” They exclaim, happily hugging their boyfriend—who spun them around.

  Ah yes.. That day had been so exciting for Y/n, so much so that they practically skipped towards the whole way. Though even despite how vivid that memory was, the nest few parts became slightly blurry to Y/n. Though they assumed that was reasonable due to how fast paced it was...

   They had seen Tiara playing outside and waved to her—obviously being best friends with the youngest Minamoto siblings since Y/n was dating their older brother. Though, Tiara was so excited to see them that she ran towards the road—not noticing the car that was speeding towards her. 

   The next is a blur but Y/n distinctly remembers tossing their schoolbag aside and dashing into the road.

  “TIARA LOOK OUT!” They screamed at the top of their lungs as they shoved the youngest Minamoto sibling out of the way as the car hit them—sending Y/n flying and landing harshly on the road with a sickening crack. 

   Tiara cried, having scraped her knees and hands—though seeing her brother’s s/o on the ground obviously hurt, she ran to grab her older brothers. Though Teru had beat her to it, running out of his house only to see his sister crying and then in horror—his s/o on the road.

   Handing Tiara off to Kou, he dashed towards Y/n—falling to his knees once he got to them. “Y/N ARE YOU OKAY?! OH MY GOD—PLEASE BE OKAY!” He yelled, fumbling with his phone as he shakily dialed for an ambulance. He stuttered out his location and the situation through tears, checking out his beloved despite how the sight pained him.

   He clasped their hand tightly—trying to reassure himself more then his s/o. “Y-you’re g-going to be o-okay Y-y/n..” He managed to stutter out, tears almost blinding him as he reached to brush the hair out of their eyes.

  “T-teru?” They whispered, feeling their eyes begin to become heavier as they tried to keep them open—even if it was just for a few mode moments. Tears fell on their face as Teru whispered put sweet nothings to them—refusing to believe this would be the end of his beloved—of them.

   “T-teru.. T-teru I-I l-love you..” They managed out, before their eyes closed for the last time.. Their heartbeat stilled as Teru shook them—trying to wake them up, like he had done so many times when they napped together in the student council room—or under a sunny spot. Yet they were gone by then, and he merely cradled their lifeless body as he sobbed more and more. He held them so tight that it took Kou and two EMTs to tear him from their body. 

   All that was left of his beloved was a broken necklace—charm shattered into pieces, just like Teru’s heart..

  It was dark and there was water surrounding the whole place.. Something you’d imagine nothingness was.. And then suddenly there they were—in the student council room, floating above the ground and feeling their chest ache painfully. They never saw Teru ever again—for he refused to enter that room due to his grief. There was too many memories there to work.. Instead he worked in another room, far away from where Y/n wandered. 

  Anyone who entered ran when they felt the chill of Y/n clinging to them—trying desperately to get their attention. The heartbreak that manifested around them made most break into tears as they blindly ran away—leaving Y/n alone again.

  And that’s how the rumor of “Y/n san of the student council room” was started. Their once lovely memory was stained with anguish and heartbreak. But it’s not like Y/n cared much, as the only thing they longed for was Teru. All they wanted was to see him again—to be around him. 

   “I wish I could see you again..” Y/n mumbled, floating above the table in the room—which had started to collect dust. Oh how he would have hated that—after all he wanted his workplace to be neat so he could work more efficiently..

   “A wish you say?? I think I can help you with that!!” A voice called causing Y/n’s eyes to shoot open as they fumbled to look towards the voice. And there stood a boy—but he seemed off, almost eerily cheery as he smiled at them with a toothy grin. A seal was placed onto his cheek—colored a shade of black that reminded Y/n of the void they found themselves in once upon a time. 

  Though what caught their attention was the promise to make their wish come true, they stared at him wide-eyed before uttering out. “Could you? Could you really make my wish come true?” They asked, suspicious of the boy yet still hopeful.

  “I could!! You want to see him again don’t you? “ The boy exclaimed merrily—seemingly eager to help them. Y/n felt for the first time in what seemed like forever—pure joy.. The prospect of seeing their lover again overwhelmed their reason—so much so that they almost forgot to ask the consequences or the price. 

   “I’m Tsukasa, and I’ll grant your wish! But I’ll need you to do something for me in return okay??” The boy—or Tsukasa states, causing Y/n to pause in their elation.

   “What do you want me to do in return?” They asked, though their voice came out much more pitiful and desperate than they had wanted.Tsukasa grinned even wider, floating towards them eagerly. “You just have to be my assistant!! You see my brother has an assistant so I want to have one too!! You’d just would have to help me out when I need it!” 

   “Assistant? Brother??” Y/n asks further, the answers Tsukasa was giving only resulting in more questions.. Though if it meant seeing Teru again—then it would be worth being this weird kid’s assistant right? “Alright. As long as I get to see Teru again, I’ll do anything.” They say, sticking out a hand for Tsukasa to shake. And the latter did so—very eagerly. 

  “We have a deal then!! Have fun Y/n!!” He says, smiling as one of his koku-joudai surrounded the ghost in black smoke.

   “H-hey what’s going o—” Y/n starts, before disappearing completely into the smoke and appearing in another room. Hesitantly they glanced around, gaze flicking towards the messiness and the complete disarray of the room. It looked completely trashed and was heavy with just as much sorrow as the student council room had when they haunted it.Though the voice behind them made Y/n whip around in surprise.. 

   “Y-y/n is that really you?” Teru hoarsely called, staring wide-eyed at them. He almost broke out into sobs if he had any more tears left. 

   “Teru!! I missed you so much!!” They exclaimed, flying towards them and tackling him in a hug. He wrapped his arms around them—even despite the shock he was in, he hugged them like no tomorrow. 

   Thoughts raced through Teru’s head—how had Y/n become a supernatural? Would he have to exorcise them?.. No. Teru refused to exorcise his beloved—even if they were the one thing he loathed.

   “I’m never letting you go again.. Promise me you’ll never leave me side okay? Promise me that Y/n..” He says, cupping their face between his hands.. They smiled softly, tears welling up in their eyes. “Of course Teru.. I’ll never leave you again..”

 Have you heard this rumor? About Y/n san the ghostly lover..

#teru x reader #teru minamoto #jibaku shounen hanako kun #hanako kun #hanako kun x reader

[ladyloveandjustice]

guess who just bought and binged eight volumes of the hanako kun manga immediately after finishing the anime because she has no self control!!! lol volume 9 is tomorrow bc i gave myself a headache

BUT while i do love the anime, it sure did rearrange things and cut things out. something that will probs never get adapted bc it really can’t fit anywhere else is a little two episode arc about Hanako and Kou which is too bad bc! it’s a great little arc! it really gives context to Kou’s later actions/attachment to Hanako and has that premium ghost angst that is 100% my shit:

MORE BELOW

heck yeah THAT’S MY STUFF RIGHT THERE. (

(also BECAUSE they skipped these chapters you might not leave the first season of the anime aware that Nene’s sparkly senpai-crush/Kou’s beloved big bro is a sadistic cold blooded terror who’d be well on his way to just straight up being Matoba from Natsume Yujinchou were he not gifted with adorable wannabe-shonen-protag fam to curb his worst impulses BUT REST ASSURED HE IS)

also kou and hanako’s dynamic is so fun, i love pretty much everyone’s dynamic in this story but god there’s just something about how they bounce off each other

(THE STRENGTH OF MEGUMI OGATA’S VOICE ACTING IS I COULD HEAR THE EXACT CADENCE HANAKO WOULD USE FOR HIS ‘THAT’S RUDE’ DESPITE HOW IT WAS WRITTEN BEFORE THE ANIME)

Just like

THESE ABSOLUTE LOSER MORONS. gotta love em

#DID YOU KNOW I LIKE GHOSTS AND WEIRD GHOST/LIVING PPL RELATIONSHIP ANGST #HAVE I MADE THIS CLEAR #jibaku shounen hanako kun #body horror cw #death cw #kou minamoto #hanako kun

[kazuhasluv]

"Shut up, I'm not a puppet."

"You're my puppet. Mine only."

(Part 2 of "You're under my spell and I'm never letting you go.")

(I'm naming this series "The Knife")

Previously, we found out that Aoi was the student who had found out about Nene's lifespan and was the one who handed Nene a knife to exorcise Hanako. (I'd say kill, but I remembered he's dead-)

We also found out that she was the one who Kou aimed the knife at. (Nice aim Kou)

But then again, are there more killers working behind the scenes, covering up Aoi's death and/or framing a student for it?

Tags: @trish-chan @wisteliazen @bloodredruby @daikonsenpai @certainyanderecatperson @eijimadison @quackeydoodles @bitsuba

Character/s used: Nene, Hanako, Tsukasa, Kou, Mitsuba, Teru, Akane, Tsuchigomori, Yako, Sakura, Natsuhiko (and other characters- there are too many so-)

Warning/s: Few to none angst

References:

Chapter 2: Investigation

"I think Daikon-Senpai knows that we, or should I say, Lame Ass Traffic Earring, killed Aoi-San" Mitsuba cited, emphasizing Lame Ass Traffic Earring.

"H-Hey! I didn't know that until the hood fell off when she fell!" Kou testified.

Hanako sighed, "Well, we have to find out why she did this. Our first suspect, however, is Yashiro."

A few minutes later, our beloved group sat in a circle, (or square- since- you get my point-) eating donuts and drinking smoothies.

"So Yashiro..." Hanako started, "What were you doing when Aoi-San bumped into you?"

"I was about to go to the garden to check the plants, when she bumped into me" Yashiro answered.

Kou raised an eyebrow. "If you were heading to the garden, why did you have cooking books and materials?" he added to Hanako's question.

Yashiro's face turned beet red.

"W-Well..." she started, which lead to a gulp.

She covered her face with her hands and said, "I was about to make a gift for Hanako-Kun..."

Now it was Hanako-Kun's turn to be beet red.

"WH-WHAAAAA?!" he said bolting upright, nearly dropping his donut, "SERIOUSLY?!"

His smile was so wide, Yashiro also couldn't help but smile aswell.

"Anyway, back to the interview!" Kou interrupted. (WHY RUIN THE MOMENT 👀👀👀)

"What was Aoi-San wearing the time you bumped into her?" Mitsuba asked.

"She was wearing a hoodie over her uniform" Yashiro answered.

After a few more hours of interrogating Yashiro, the group decided to clean up and end the interrogation for the day.

Hanako and Yashiro left the rooftop, while Mitsuba and Kou were left.

"Do you have any lead?" Mitsuba asked after a couple minutes of silence.

Looking at the papers he did, Kou sighed, "Sadly, I don't."

Mitsuba leaned closer to Kou to see the papers closely.

(i had to do this XD- it's hard to explain XD)

"It's a huge piece of sticky note, and yet you only manage to write that?" Mitsuba scoffed.

"H-Hey!" Kou protested, "Atleast the paper isn't a waste!"

Mitsuba rolled his eyes and clapbacked, "We could've used it for the next interview."

Kou and Mitsuba then chased each other.

Meanwhile, Hanako and Nene ended up in a cuddling session, talking about their day other than what happened. (BHhavHYagzh im turning soft-)

"Hanako-Kun, did you really know about Aoi being the student who knew about my lifespan?" she asked after minutes of Hanako playing with her hair. (THIS IS TOO WHOLESOME AAAAAAA-)

"I didn't know until the hood fell off. Her disguise was really well done, so maybe that's why you didn't recognize her" Hanako answered.

Nene thought about it for a while, which led to silence.

It was a few hours of silence, until Hanako kissed Nene. (this is de crap we need UWU)

"Wh- HANAKO-KUNNNN!" Nene exclaimed, turning into a puddle of daikon tomato soup.

Hanako chuckled, "Sorry, I had the urge to."

Kou came rushing in with Mitsuba.

"OI HANAKO WHAT DID YOU DO TO SENPAI?!" Kou shouted.

Hanako shot his grin and said, "Nothing."

Chapter 3: Trial (Part 1)

"AMANEEEE!"

"M'lady, you'll help us ri- OW!"

"Shut up."

"*yawns* I just wanted to sleep"

"What are we here for?"

"AOI-CHANNNN!! NOOOOO!!!!"

"Spider-Face, what's this about?"

Hanako's voice boomed, "I've called all of you today for a trial."

People started to protest.

"WHY DO WE NEED A TRIAL?!"

"AOI-CHANNNNNN- Ow-"

Hanako sighed, "To see if Aoi-San is working with someone else."

"I feel like you only feel bitter that Aoi-San tried to exorcise you" Teru pointed out.

"I-" Hanako started, but shook his head after.

"We'll begin with the alibis" he said.

VFC BDNSBSBDU-

I added some HanaNene fluff for y'all shippers out there uwu

I'm making this into a series coincedencely I-

Anyways, enjoy your day!

Sneak Peek:

"No... It wont happen. I'll never let Aoi-Chan do that."

"It'll happen boy. She'll do it no matter what."

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk hanako #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk yashiro #hananene #hanako kun #yugi tsukasa #jshk fanfic #kou minamoto #minamoto kou #mitsuba sousuke #jshk mitsuba #tbhk mitsuba #nanamine sakura #jshk natsuhiko #hyuuga natsuhiko #teru minamoto #minamoto teru #aoi akane #akane aoi

[sapphiewritesandstuff]

JSHK/TBHK Fanfics I Would Recommend

I’m bored so here is a JSHK/TBHK fanfiction recommendation post :)

There aren’t many JSHK reader-inserts but there are plenty of other fics featuring other ships like Hanako x Nene or Kou x Mitsuba (I would put ship names, but I don’t know Kou x Mitsuba’s and it’ll be inconsistent if I only put one).

One of my absolute fanfic of all times is love transcends by spero11 on Ao3. The use of words, the character’s personality and the plot is just perfectly executed and the amount of fluff to angst is just extravagant. My words do not bring this piece of writing any justice. Like seriously, this writer gives me a run for my money. I admire their writing so much. It is my goal to reach that level of writing ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ If you’re reading this, I love your writing, sensei, teach me m(￣ｰ￣)m

Another one I really like is The Day-to-Day Existence of Ghosts: Your Beloved Protagonist has Questions! by thatsrightdollface, also on Ao3. This fic is only one chapter long but, man. It’s not especially special in word terms but the plot— It has never failed to make me at least tear up. SPOILER ALERT: One of the lines in this piece of writing that makes my heart throb even out of context, “Here was one thing she didn’t wonder much about, when it came to the day-to-day existence as a ghost: she knew Hanako-kun could see just fine without the lights on. She knew nearly all her questions had answers, too, even if some of them might make her cry someday.” Like, this fic makes me feel things (⌯˃̶᷄ ﹏ ˂̶᷄⌯)ﾟ

Last but not least, we have Fated by kermitbreadv4x. There’s no(?) angst here. Okay. A little bit. But it’s mostly light-hearted fluff (something we need more of these days), which is what makes it so great. Fluff, man, I love that as much I love my angst. Just so cute!!!

That’s the top three (not necessarily in that order) JSHK fanfictions I would recommend on Archive of Our Own uwu

(Also, I apologize for the weird typos. It's the autocorrect)

#these fics man #theya make me sad #and #Happy #at the same time #writing this on a echo show #those things can do more than just show movies #jibaku shounen hanako-kun #toilet bound Bamako-kim

[sapphicdalliances]

Hi, Yuletide writer! First of all, my sincere apologies in my delay of getting this letter written up at all, and my enthused thanks for being here!

I’m a simple bitch with simple tastes; here is a general summary of my preferences, and fandom-specific notes and prompts can be found further down!

I very much enjoy:

Romance -- anything up to and including plotless shippy drivel

Short fics, or even collections of tiny fics

Long fics too, so I guess what I mean is, don’t feel pressured either way

Comedic tones, slice-of-life, lighthearted fun, any amount of improbable romcom tropes

Am also hella on board with misunderstandings, drama or angst as long as there is a happy ending!

I’m deeply okay with AUs, and most likely would be down for any modern, romcom, fantasy/fairytale, gender swap, or remix/crossover AUs you feel inspired to explore! My favourite settings include mundane/urban fantasy (witches! werewolves!), anachronism-stew-with-magic western fantasy jumbles, and disney’s Tangled.

Specific tropes I love:

Proposal fic

Wedding fic where the couple getting married is not the main couple

Outsider/third character POV of the main couple

Exes who are still in love/getting back together

Friends-with-benefits-with-feelings/did a bad job keeping it casual

Shipfic where two or more couples are contrasted

Oblique declarations of love/saying i love you without saying i love you

Provision and caretaking (acts of service!)

Aggressive matchmaking/wingmanning by an enthused friend

Hanahaki, or any other improbably dramatic instances of Cannot Spit It Out

Arranged marriage/fake marriage/fake dating

Epistolary fic

Regrettably I also love a/b/o, especially the kind that emphasises on scent safety and contains little to no actual sex

I’m not as into:

Political or social intrigue, mysteries, complex magical plots — by no means a dealbreaker, but not high on my list of priorities

Kidfic

First person narration

Soulmate AUs specifically

In general, please avoid:

Character death or serious/permanent injury

Animal abuse or death

Infidelity

Hopeless or downer endings

Fandom specific info starts here!

Princess Tutu - Ahiru, Fakir

I’ve loved Ahiru/Fakir for years and years — they are both very strong, willful but compassionate characters, and the way they intersect is just so sweet to me. While I would be ravenous for any tutu content, gen included, I really would be particularly delighted with some overtly shippy fic for this one, I hope that’s okay!

Suggestions:

Modern AUs: vet science major Ahiru + English major Fakir meet in theatre club?

Step Up-style remix where they become somewhat-unwilling dance partners because their regular partners are somehow indisposed and work better than expected

That one ending fix-it AU where Fakir writes her back into a girl and they retire into the village, the one we all have in our treacherous hearts, i will never get enough of these

Fakir and Ahiru’s relationship progression as observed by the other members of the school/town

Or mix it up with any of the tropes in my general list! For this ship, I would like a maximum rating of T, please!

Wotakoi

I love every ship in this manga equally but perhaps I love Kou/Naoya more equally than the other two? They are just so kind and so silly, and so sweet to each other in exactly the way both of them didn’t realise they were missing! Honestly, anything with these characters that’s along the lines of canon would be delightful; the particular energy of misfits realising that they don’t have to be alone is something very dear to me.

Suggestions:

Accidentally dating ft. Kou and Naoya, or, “and you’ve made out how many times now? Hmm. Yeah, that’s not technically a bromance.”

5 times Hirotaka and Narumi almost, almost kissed, and 1 time they did; the unresolved romantic tension may kill me and it would be worth it

What Hirotaka and Narumi taught each other (apart from the more mundane gaming and life skills, i believe that she taught him how to smile and be loved by others, and he taught her how to be loved by herself!)

Smutty domesticity ft. Koyanagi and Kabakura — a lazy Sunday, laundry in the sun, fucking on the couch, everything easy with familiarity

The fantasy/MMORPG AU, where Hirotaka is the lazy but brilliant crown prince, Naoya the hapless but beloved second prince, Koyanagi his spymaster and Kabakura the captain of the prince’s guard; Narumi his childhood friend-cum-betrothed, and Kou a mysterious archer who saves a distressed Naoya from bandits in the village?

The gang tries to play DND. We finally find a game that Naoya is good at.

Or mix it up with any of the tropes in my general list!

Nezha - Oubing

I feel 100 different ways about this movie and 88 of the ways are SO CHINESE. The filial piety, the familial sacrifice, the friendship! I do believe that Nezha and Aobing are in love, I hope this is a reading of the text that we share, but if not, gen about their friendship/rivalry would also be well-recieved.

Suggestions:

Aobing has been practicing bigu (a cultivation style that is meant to remove one’s need for food or water) since he was born; Nezha introduces him to food, and other creature comforts — do they have BEDS in the dragon palace for example?? Buddhist-style cultivation is very ascetic and difficult, but Nezha is so wild and full of feelings and love!!

Modern AU: delinquent Nezha and prim, proper exchange student Aobing

Modern AU addendum: nobody believes Nezha when he says he’s got a hot boyfriend in Taiwan and thinks that he has made Aobing up

Arranged marriage/political fantasy AU where the prince of dragons is given to the most controversial heavenly general in an effort to improve both families’ social standing

For a gen prompt, if you want to do something about Nezha and/or Aobing’s relationships to their fathers, debts and affections and resentments, that too would be lovely!

On the other end of the spectrum, i’m down for PWP with xeno tropes re: aobing’s dragon anatomy! So long as the top/bottom roles are not too strictly defined, i just like it when they’re equitable or switch!

And of course, feel free to mix it up with any of the tropes in my general list!

Kazetsuyo/Run with the Wind

I didn’t tag any characters because my favourites were not in the list, and of course because I do love everyone, but my personal priorities are in order: Shindo, Musa, Haiji, Kakeru, Nico-chan, Yuki, the bombastic twins, and then everyone else. The spaces between those positions are very small so if you happen to have a passion for a character/ship lower on the list, worry not, there is limitless affection within me for everyone!

Suggestions:

Shindo should get to take Musa to see the snow… he deserves that

He also deserves to run the ekiden again in his fourth year and not be sick and actually win section 5!

I do think Kakeru and Haiji are most definitely soulmates — if you choose to focus on one or both of them, I really do believe they are in the romantic kind of love, is the thing!

Perhaps their relationship, an inevitable drifting together, as perceived by everyone else in aotake?

Or Haiji comes to Kakeru’s graduation, all their tenderest affections still unspoken, and somehow, without any premeditation, by the end of the day they’ve kissed

You know what I think? I think Hana-chan likes and is capable of dating both of the twins, and I love that for her

Or gen canonverse with everyone (or just everyone you care about) taking turns caring for Nira and reflecting on the race!

As above, please feel free to mix it up with the tropes in my general list!

Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-Kun

I only selected Seo and Waka because they are simply my top priority, but if you want to serve a side of Chiyo/Nozaki and/or Hori/Kashima and/or Seo and Kashima being beautiful best friends and/or Mikorin being a beautiful himbo who we are delighted to have here, i would not complain at all!

Absolutely anything about them being goobery oblivious idiots in love would be perfect, such as:

5 times they went on a date without realising, and the time they realised

Everyone else literally just thinks they’re dating and they are completely clueless

Or on the other end of the spectrum, everyone tries desperately to set them up/matchmake for them, not realising that they’ve been going steady for four months

A hanahaki AU would be particularly hilarious with these two, I feel

Urban fantasy AU where Waka is a hapless monster hunter and Seo is an annoying but deeply harmless werewolf who’s been terrorizing his town??

Regency or faux-regency AU where Waka is literally like “drive by your rival’s estate slowly so that she may seethe with jealousy at the loveliness of your new hat” and Seo is like “oh goodness, he is courting me. What a fool. What an absolute buffoon.” and challenges him to a swordfight

Fairytale AU where Seo believes she must rescue the prince from the tower and deliver him back to the kingdom capital, and the prince, who had not realised he’d been kidnapped, thinks Seo is a usurper from a rival kingdom who must be supervised all the way back to the kingdom capital to be served her justice

Or anything else equally romcom-y, and of course, as always, throw in as many tropes as you like!

Thank you for reading this whole mess of a letter, and I sincerely hope I haven’t bored you too much. The most important thing to me is that whatever you end up writing, you are able to enjoy the process at least somewhat, and deliver a fic that you like! I can also be found on twitter at @hawberries_ (for art) and @popplioikawa (for general ramblings), and if you have any desire to send an anon ask to this tumblr with questions, i’m actually not sure if that’s allowed but i’d be happy to get some! Thank you again, and happy holidays!

#shut up phee #yuletide

[kadajchan]

For the drabble, no 86 for SinJu?

@jelainethefirst  OMG…I thought I have posted this yesterday and today I realized that I did not. epic fail. xD

“So you’re ready to go on a date tonight?”

“We have been dating for more than a year idiot, what isthere that you’re so excited about?”

“It is a public date, remember? and I am going tosurprise you. That is what I am so excited about.”

“Whatever.”

“Oh, God…I am late. A kiss?”

“Didn’t you just say that you are late?”

“But…”

“Not now. I am not keen on being blamed by Freckles.”

“cruel…”

   A mortuary.

It was not the most romantic place for a date, if one askedJudar. It was cold, morbid and nauseating. It was like death and nothingness inflesh. It smelled like alcohol and hospitals and Judar hated hospitals.

It was for the departed.

So why was he here again? Oh yes, he was supposed to be on adate with his lover. But of course, Sinbad being the idiot that he was, hadchosen this dreadful place out of everywhere to surprise him for theirfirst public date and now that he was here, the idiot was doing nothing butsleeping on a stupid steel trolley, his whole body covered with a white sheet,unmoving and somehow docile.

Judar snorted at that thought. “Must you annoy me all thetime?” He said airily as he pulled a white plastic chair close to the trolleyand sat down lazily.  He grabbed hislover’s hand which was strangely still from under the covers and started to rubthe calloused fingers playfully as he popped a peach candy into his mouth.“This stuff is really good. Buy me more next time.” He said, licking hislips.      

No response.

Strange. Why the idiot was so silent? Sinbad would usuallyjump at any chance to spoil and pamper him. If he asked something from him, Sinbadalways made sure it was taken care of even if he had to travel to the moon andback. So, why he was not answering when the matter was about something as trivialas a small bag of candies?  

Had he really fallen asleep while waiting forhim to arrive?

How rude.

He was not going to tolerate this.

He jumped at his feet and harshly pulled the covers off hislover. “You should have not asked me on a date if you…” He blinked severaltimes and stared down at the supposed to be sleeping man. His purple hair wasout of his usual pony-tail, disheveled and undone and his mesmerizing goldenorbs were gazing at the ceiling like beautiful glassy eyes of a doll, vacantand unseeing. His usually spotless white suit was covered in red and his normallyhandsome tanned face was ashen and white.

Judar took a step back in shock with the sudden fear ofbeing caught in a deceitfully terrifying nightmare, a nightmare in which he waslooking at a fallen magnificent creature who had been victimized to cruelty of afoul world. A majestic tiger, a predator, who been turned into the prey, lying ina pool of blood.      

He found himself surrounded by lingering void.

The sound of quick muffled footsteps brought him back tohimself. “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you wait for the doctor’spermission?” It was Ja’far whose voice was still authoritative despite hisswollen eyes. He looked like a wreck.

Judar looked at him silently, too shaken up to reply. “Ohforget it. Just wait here, you need to give permission for autopsy since you areSin’s lover and unofficial family.” The shorter man snapped. Judar’s mouth wentdry and he felt like throwing up. “Autopsy?”

“Are you blind? Don’t you see him on that cursed trolley?”

“He is dead? I thought he is …just sleeping.” Judarwhispered softly, like a lost child.

“Yes, he is. He is DEAD. Why did you think I called youhere?” Ja’far answered angrily. “How many times I told him to stop seeing you? How many times I asked you to stop seeing him if you really love him? Howmany damn times?” He hissed. “I knew that this would happen. Our country is notkind to homosexual people, especially not to politicians who are on the vergeof presidency.” The albino was on the verge of tears.    

“This was all your fault.” His voiced contained nothing butbitter accusation.

Judar’s bottom lip trembled, not in sadness but in an amusedlaughter. His fault, huh? He supposed that was not a complete unfair accusation.He was a disastrous being after all, someone who brought nothing butcatastrophe and misery. He was a crack on God’s perfect creation of humanity.An ugly irreparable crack. He was such a twisted joke.

“That’s big words for someone who is supposed to be thefastest hitman, the greatest assassin, in the history. Were younot supposed to shoot that man down before he even got the chance to shoot?” Hecould not help but to snap back.

Now that the cruel reality was creeping in Judar’s mindslowly, he could not help but to shout desperately and wildly like a cagedanimal. “Give me back my lover. Give him back you worthless of a bodyguard.” Hecollapsed on the cold white tiles, heedless of the frigid floor and hot tearswhich he was unable to stop now. He was devastated.      

Ja’far wanted to hit him, to slap him, to strangle him.Anything just to vent his anger, but he held back. He walked towards the doorinstead. “Say your goodbyes.” And with that he was gone, leaving Judar alonewith the most precious person that used to be in his life until hours ago.

Judar pulled himself back up, stumbling forward, throatchocked with something that he didn’t realize what it was.  Despair? Grief? Sorrow? He didn’t know.

“A kiss?”

Oh how he hated himself. How he despised himself.  Sinbad had asked for a kiss in the morning.Just a simple kiss and he had called him an idiot, denying him and rejectinghis warm embrace. An embrace which he was not going to get for the rest of hislife. An embrace which he had taken for granted.    

He sat beside his unmoving lover whose body was covered witha melancholic silhouette of death and caressed his cheek. “I should havecherished you more. Shouldn’t I?” He chuckled to himself. “I would have saidyou look strikingly gorgeous right now if you were not dead. What a shame.” Hebit his lips and grabbed the older man’s shoulders, shaking him roughly. “Wewere supposed to be on a date tonight. You were supposed to surprise me. Ohwait…you did surprise me.” He half-cried, half-laughed into Sinbad’sshoulders, hating how the usually hot body was ice cold.  

“Hey, if I kiss you now, will it be considered necrophilia?”He whispered thoughtfully but then rolled his eyes dismissively. “As if itmatters. I owe you a kiss anyway.”

He leaned down and as he pressed his well-shaped lips on hispurple-haired lover’s colorless lips he felt a dirty misplaced sense of blisswashing over him. The kiss was feverish and fraudulently bittersweet, just likethe wine Sinbad was so fond of.      

The raven-haired young man ran his fingers through thepurple locks gingerly. “Funny, I have never realized how soft your hair is. Youspoiled me so much that I never noticed such tiny details. God, I am soselfish.” His voice cracked. He kissed Sinbad’s unseeing eyes and lashes, tearsfalling down once again. “I am selfish but you are cruel. How could you dothis to me?” He balled his hands into fists. “and now look at you, you arrogantbastard. They have not even bothered to close your eyes.” He stared into theunique golden orbs longingly for more than a minute as if waiting for a miraclebut as nothing happened he reached out gingerly, long delicate fingers softlyclosing his lover’s eyelids, his face damp and his expression showing nothingbut blank pain.

“I have to go now.” He stood up, his legs shaky but hisvoice steady. “But don’t worry. I won’t be gone for too long.”

He grinned then, a mad grin that no one had seen on his facefor more than a year. “I guess dying with you isn’t the worse way to go. Dying foryou. But first I have something to take care of.”

He kissed the unresponsive older man once again, inhalinghis sinful scent one last time. Then he walked out of the room, whistling andwhispering weird things to himself. Ja’far was the first person who noticed hispresence in the corridor. “Did you say your…hey, where are you going?”

Judar looked at him with a crazy glint in his crimson eyes.“Did you know that I used to work as a chemist for the Kou company? I am anexpert in hand-made untraceable poisonous drugs, drugs that kill.” He pausedfor a second and Ja’far’s expression morphed into something between petrified andscared. “Consider that bastard who you were too slow to shootalready dead…along with all of his allies.”

“Wait Judar…” Ja’far’s eyes were now as wide as saucers fromanxiety.

“I have one request though. Please hold the funeral back abit. This business probably won’t take more than just one day or two.”

“Judar…”

“Bury me next to him.”

“Don’t …”

“Please. This is my only and last request.” He said silentlyand walked down the corridor without waiting for Ja’far’s reply, arms behindhis head. For a moment he stopped and looked out of the window, at the bleedingrays of the setting sun in the horizon.

“What a beautiful night it is going to be for revenge…for murder.”He stretched his arms and continued to walk with a strange serene smile on hislips, out of the hospital and away from his dead beloved, not concerned aboutloneliness and grief anymore. He was going to see his idiot soon after all.            

#drabble #supposed to drabble #sinju #magi #sinbad #judar #I am rusty so pls forgive me for this failure

[a03-sailormoon]

Virus

by windyweather127

After a battle with a mysterious creature, Michiru is infected with a mysterious disease and dies. Haruka was hit by the same blast, why hadn't she become sick too? And most of all, will she ever open up to any of her feelings after the loss of her beloved? Will she ever find the same love and happiness she felt with Michiru?

Eventual HarukaxSeiya, just warning ya. No hate ;) I know Michiru is Haruka's and Haruka is Michiru's and always will be, but I have a weird love for the HarukaxSeiya pairing.

And yes, Seiya is primarily male in my story. Sorry. It's just how it played out in my head.

Words: 28352, Chapters: 9/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Tenoh Haruka, Seiya Kou, Tsukino Usagi, Chiba Mamoru, Meiou Setsuna, Tomoe Hotaru, Inner Senshi, Outer Senshi

Relationships: Seiya Kou/Tenoh Haruka

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Loss, Grief/Mourning, Romance

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #sailormoon

[lancermylove]

Spy (HC)

Fandom: Magi

Pairing: Sinbad x Reader, Armakan x Reader, Hakuyuu x Reader

Warning: Contains major angst!!

A/N: For Hakuyuu’s hc, let’s just pretend that Hakuyuu didn’t die and became emperor of Kou. 

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Prologue: You’re a princess, and your kingdom decides to get you married to the king of their enemy kingdom. You heavily oppose the idea, but when you learn the truth behind the marriage, you decide to play along. At first, you work to gather intel on your husband and his kingdom, but as days turn into months, you suddenly have a realization. You have fallen for him. Now you have a choice to make, either tell him the truth or send all the information to your kingdom. Your heart wins against your brain, and you decide to tell him everything. 

“I was sent here by my kingdom as a spy. They wanted me to gather as much information as I could manage, so that they could use it against you. I wasn’t suppose to...,” you wiped your tears and took a deep breath, “supposed to f-fall in love with you.” 

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As soon as those words left your lips, you saw Sinbad smiling. Not knowing how to react, you remained silent but looked at him questioningly. 

"I didn't expect that you would confess." He spoke in a clear yet surprised voice.

"Y-You knew?" 

"My dear, did you think that I would allow an enemy to roam about the palace freely?" A smirk appeared on his lips, but he was a bit hurt to learn that you underestimated him. 

"Then, why? Why didn't you stop me?" You asked aghast. 

"I was intrigued to see what you were capable of, but I wasn't expecting you to confess." Your husband arose from his throne, his smile no longer visible. Sinbad glared at you with a piercing gaze as his eyebrows drew downwards. 

"Sin, I-I am sorry." You knew you were in trouble, but deep down, you hoped that he would forgive you. 

Behind Sinbad, his generals were staring at you as if they were going to rip you to pieces. For the first time, you felt as though you were going to die. 

"My queen, are you prepared to suffer the consequences of your actions?" 

"Yes, your majesty. I will accept any punishment that you give me, but..." Though you wanted to speak in your defense, you decided to trust your husband.

"Very well, first, you will inform your kingdom about your decision. You will not be permitted to walk around the palace freely, and you will only be allowed in certain areas of the palace. Lastly, you will have to prove your loyalty to me." 

You were relieved to hear that he wasn't going to break the marriage. Just as you were about to sigh in relief, Sinbad spoke again in a razor-sharp voice. 

"If I get even the slightest hint that you still plan to betray me, then I will have you executed." 

Every muscle in your body tensed up. You knew the road was going to be long and difficult, but you were not going to give up. 

Armakan kept his eyes closed and remained as calm as ever. You were baffled as to why he remained unfazed even though you just informed him that his wife is a spy. 

"Your majesty?" No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't keep your voice from shaking.

"I know." 

His short response was enough to shake you to the core. He knows? He knew all along?

Narmes stood next to the throne, glancing at his king as if he was waiting for a signal. 

When your husband continued to remain silent, Narmes spoke in his stead, "We have known all along that you were a spy. King Armakan ordered us to stand down for the time being."

You shifted your gaze from Narmes to Armakan, waiting for him to speak. 

After what felt like ages, he opened his eyes and stared at you emotionless. "What do you expect in return for your apology?" 

"My king, I will do as you say, but please have mercy." Even though you knew it was selfish, you hoped that he would forgive you. You wanted to spend the days by his side, and the nights in his strong arms. 

"I can no longer accept you as my queen. It is my duty as the king of Heliohapt to protect my kingdom and my citizens. I, King Armakan Amun-Ra, banish you from Heliohapt." 

"Your majesty." Tears began to roll down your cheeks as you stared at him, frozen. "P-please, don't..."

Your pleas fell on deaf ears. Studying his expressions, it was evident that he had no intention of changing his decision. 

The guards approached you to escort you out, but your eyes continued to plea to your husband. Please, don't. I love you and want to stay with you. 

He did nothing to stop the palace guards from dragging you out. When you turned your head to get one last glimpse of your beloved, you saw him watching you with soft, sad eyes, almost as if he was saying take care, my love.

Emperor Hakuyuu couldn't believe his ears. How could his wife be a spy? His council warned him, but he was foolish enough to discard their warnings. He trusted you, but you betrayed his trust.

Prince Hakuren, on the other hand, clutched his fists and glared at you, "How could you? My brother trusted you!" 

"Hakuren." The warning in the emperor's stern voice was enough to stop the prince from speaking further. 

"Why are you telling me this now?" Your husband had regained his composure, at least on the outside. 

"Your majesty, I could no longer stay quiet. I came to Kou as an enemy, but then I realized that you were a good man. You don't deserve this." 

Though you poured out your heart, Hakuyuu stayed silent. Meanwhile, your words only added fuel to Hakuren's anger. 

"I am sorry. I have yet to send any information to my kingdom. Please forgive me." 

"Forgive you!? You are the empress of this kingdom. Your duty is to stand by the emperor, not backstab him!" Hakuren grabbed his spear and pointed the head in your direction. 

Your eyes darted in your husband's direction, pleading him to stop his brother. 

"Hakuren, enough." 

A small smile appeared on your quivering lips upon hearing his words. Your heart tightly held onto the last bit of hope you had. 

 "Brother, will you permit her to walk away from this crime?" 

Hakuyuu rose from his throne with his gaze fixed on you. "No, Hakuren, I am an emperor before a husband." 

His words were enough to shatter your hope, but you were not expecting to hear the next words. 

"Guards." Upon hearing their emperor's call, two guards rushed into the throne room. "Escort the empress to the dungeon. Provide her with the comfort she desires as this will be her last night." 

"Dungeon? L-last night? My king?" You were confused and could only manage to get those words out.

"Tomorrow, you will be branded as a traitor, and," he paused for a second before continuing, "then, you will be executed." 

Your mind went blank as soon as you heard the word executed. Never once did you expect to hear such words from your caring husband. 

As the guards dragged you away, you screamed out in a panicked voice, "Please no! Hakuyuu, I am sorry. Forgive me! I don't want to die."

The last words Hakuyuu heard were I love you. 

Hakuyuu turned on his heels and walked away, ignoring his brother calling out to him. 

Only when he reached his chambers did his tears escape his eyes. As an emperor, he gave the order to kill you, but as a husband, he was falling apart. 

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