#Also took Akira's glasses off for him so he's not sleeping in them

[asknarashikari]

@hxmxbros Sorry about this haha! Something happened to your asks but I was able to save a screenshot of it. I also hope you don’t mind me combining them since they’re kinda related ^^

“How on earth is this possible,” Yamato said, looking rather faint as he gazed at the group of children before him. “You’re... you’re just kids. You...”

“Yamato-san?” Kagura asked, taking Yamato’s hand gently. “Are you alright?”

“No, I- Kagura, you didn’t tell me-” He gasped, reeling back from his Team Weirdo cohort. “Why didn’t you say anything about this?”

“Eh? Kagura, you didn’t tell him?” Tokacchi asked, fiddling with his glasses.

“I didn’t want you guys to worry,” she explained, looking down. “And Takaharu-san and Marvelous-san didn’t say anything, even though...”

“They knew?” Yamato cut her off, and Kagura nodded, her lip quivering. “Well... I’ll have to have a word with them about that,” he muttered, almost to himself. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset,” Kagura fretted.

He sighed and patted Kagura’s head. “It’s not your fault, Kagura-chan. It’s just...” he swallowed. “This wasn’t what I was expecting from my senpai... Gosh, that sounds so weird...” 

“It’s alright, Kazakiri-san.” Hikari said. “We’re kinda used to it by now. And it’s just as weird for us.”

“But if the Rainbow Line hadn’t recruited us, then our town would’ve fallen to the Shadow Line,” Mio explained.

“Y-You were... recruited?” Yamato’s face darkened, and the young ToQgers all took a step back at the low growl his voice had become. “Who did this?”

Right glanced at his teammates. “Why do I get the feeling that we just opened a huge can of worms...?”

~0~

“Yamato, no!” Misao cried as he threw himself on his friend, trying to hold him back as he thrashed violently against him. 

“They were children!” Yamato yelled, furious and indignantly, at the strange creature with a rabbit-mascot head and his subordinates. “They were children and you used them as soldiers in a war! How could you?!”

The Conductor and Ticket raised their hands up in an attempt to placate the Ranger. “The Rainbow Line works off the power of imagination,” Ticket tried to explain, “so children were the best choice to wield it-”

“That’s BS and you know it!” Yamato growled. “Are you saying no adult in this whole world has an imagination strong enough to wield your power?” he seethed. “Seven billion people on this planet, and not one above the age of twenty met your criteria? Heck, not even a teenager, at the very least?!”

“...He has a point,” Akira said, from the corner where he was lurking.

“...It was them, or no one else.” The President said firmly. “And yes. I admit they were young. Maybe too young.” He sighed deeply. “But they were the best people for the job then, and they still are now.” 

Yamato trembled in Misao’s arms, but his shoulders relaxed, dropping the punch he was about to throw. Misao loosened his hold on the other man, but didn’t let go off him. “Keep telling yourself that and maybe you’ll sleep better at night,” spat the eagle ranger bitterly, before he wrenched himself away from Misao and stormed out of the train. 

#doubotsu sentai zyuohger #kazakiri yamato #ressha sentai toqger #minific #hxmxbros

[chrichri-chan-18-love]

Monsters are real (Yandere Hawks x Reader) Part 7

For the past twenty minutes Hawks had been trying to get you drunk... unfortunately for him, his plan wasn’t working. Each time he offered you wine, you’d refuse and drink water instead. He tried his best not to seem suspicious, after all when he’d eventually replace Akira in your life, trust would be necessary to have a pleasant and lasting relationship. 

You on the other hand could see through his plan to get you drunk but what you didn’t know was what he planned to do after that. Did he plan to humilate you? Perhaps he was plotting his revenge, given that the two of you never got along, especially since you were the one who made sure that the two of you hated each other.

“Listen here, you foolish chicken. I don’t care what it is that you’re after but you can be sure, I am not in the mood to entertain you and whatever sickening scenario’s you’ve created in your mind. So let’s end this ridiculous facade and go home.” 

Your cold, hatefull tone sent shivers down his spine, he could tell that he had to change his plan and get you to leave the table for a few minutes. He had bought three drugs, one would make you fall asleep, the second was an afrodisiac and the third was a pill to ensure you wouldn’t get pregnant... yet.

“You know, I was thinking that it’d be fun for you to go home drunk and see how Akira reacts to it... and to ask him about the details when he visits the office again.”

Your left eye twitched annoyed at his words... God, you wanted to fix the problems that had appeared with your wedding and leave Hawks and his pathetic agency. You only ever agreed to work with him because the money you earned helped you and your family.

Your mother, was a proud woman and had perhaps the worst character when dealing with outsiders, she was also a very popular author. She had taught you from the moment you could understand sentences to not show weakness to outsiders, given that they might try to take advantage of it... and never trust anyone unless you planned to make them enter the family in some way.

Your father... well, he had a cold, stern expression but a very big heart. Like your mother and the rest of the family, he treated people like garbage and never cared about any of them. He was the president of a small company, though thanks to the jobs your relatives chose, he had more connections than anyone in the country.

“You either go and ask for the bill, or I will pay and leave.” You said and he pointed at the waitress who was bringing a tray with small pastries.

“Dessert?”

You raised an eyebrow at his question, his gaze turned pleading and you decided to accept, but not before taking a picture of his pathetic expression.

“You try anything and I will create a scandal for you that will be impossible to erase or change, understood?” You threatened and Hawks nodded happily... he knew you wouldn’t do it, not when you had worked so hard to avoid that exact same thing.

“Alright, alright. Though you might want to fix your hair, it’s getting a bit messy.” He said and you rolled your eyes but left the table, going straight to the bathroom. Hawks took the chance to use the first drug, dropping it in your glass of water and watched as it dissolved. He looked at the glass with suspicion, perhaps that much wasn’t enough... so he added a bit inside the bottle, ensuring that if the drug wasn’t strong enough to knock you out with one glass of water, then perhaps two would do the trick. Then sat back down and waited patiently, not that he waited for long, once you were back you took a few bites and drunk the entire glass of water, Hawks offering to refill it with water and unfortunately, you agreed.

Hawks watched with a smile as you emptied your glass again. He went ahead and paid for everything while you contacted Akira. However you began feeling dizzy, your eyes became heavy and before you knew it, you were leaning against the chair, trying desperately to keep yourself awake.

“Dammit... why?” You muttered before drifting off to sleep. Hawks returned and upon seeing you knocked out he smiled. He knew that he couldn’t keep you for the entire night, if you were to find out that he had drugged you, then he’d be begging for a quick death.

“Good thing I’m so fast. Right, darling?” He asked as he picked you up and carried you over to a hotel, he would call Akira himself and tell him that you had fallen asleep when he went off to pay, finding an excuse would be easy... but now... now he could get the chance to explore your body without anyone disturbing him.

It was time to see his mate in all her glory and enjoy her body even for a short period of time.

#yandere #delusional yandere #hawks #manipulation #drug use #mean reader #Female reader #boku no hero academia #fanfic #takami keigo #possessive hawks #jealous hawks #suspicious reader #dinner date

[dragonrajafanfiction]

The Island

Fingel Von Frings took a deep drag of his cigar and exhaled smoke against the glass that allowed him to see into the cryo chamber while the people inside couldn’t see out.

Cassell medical personnel wrapped in thick cloth hazmat suits with protective helmets and visors worked quickly to secure Tom Allman for transport. His thick claws were wrapped in cut proof mittens. HIs arms were twisted tight in a straight jacket. On top of that, thick straps reinforced with kevlar tied his arms together. Finally, a helmet faced with a titanium alloy cage  was fitted over his head.

There was no point in wasting any more serum on this young man. He had passed the point of no return. 

As the Vice Chancellor, he’d only had the responsibility to sign off on his expulsion from Cassell. He didn’t have to be here. But he always made it a point to see off every student who left academy without an official ceremony.

A wheeled metal coffin was rolled in. On the count of three, the medics lifted his body and placed him inside, closing the lid. A pneumatic pump, sealed it with the push of the button and the glass that showed his sleeping face inside was frosted over as liquid nitrogen filled the tubing in the metal casket dropping the temperature inside. At this point, all of his body processes would cease functioning.

Fingel took a deep breath and let it out.

Footsteps approached him. Mr. Baldwin, the head of the executive department came up to him and held out a stack of papers. He stared at it. He was starting to hate those 8 x 10 white sheets as much as he hated doing his classwork.

But after a seconds hesitation, he took it from Baldwin’s hands and started to flip through it. “Runes, in Norton Hall?”

“First I’ve heard of it. Of course, it’s not the strangest thing I’ve heard. We scanned the entire place. No sign of any runes.”

“Have it tested for Longwei.” He pulled a pen from his pocket. It gleamed golden, a diamond at its head. He signed his name and handed the papers back to him.

“Yes, sir.”

“How is she?”

“Emotional.”

Fingel turned to him and stared coldly, his hands in his pockets. “What emotions.”

“Sadness, betrayal, distrust...”

“Has she talked to anyone?”

“She refuses all visitors. She believes Tom is dead. I’m fine with that. No one ever comes back from that island.”

“Does she want to leave?” Fingel began to walk out of the medical ward, still puffing on his cigar.

“She hasn’t said that. She hasn’t called her parents either.”

The chill wind from the rotors of a helicopter tossed Fingel’s golden hair about his face. The coffin was wheeled from the high security facility and into the open cargo bay of the helicopter.

“That’s strange. She talks to them every day...”

“Yes, her father has called the main office several times asking to speak with her. No word from her mother though.” Baldwin said this casually.

Of course, Fingel and Carli - otherwise known as Meixiu - talked frequently and Baldwin knew this. She had to be informed of new patients admitted to the island. “Do you want to know her opinion on the situation?”

“I do actually!” Though he was raising his voice to shout above the roar of the helicopter engine, Fingel could still hear the anger in his voice.

The machine lifted off and gained in altitude before swinging its nose to point towards the northwest and speed out of sight.

Once it was quiet enough to speak normally. “I want to know how long she plans to continue this cruel exercise. It would have been much easier to just expel him and put a bullet in his head. Which is what I suggested from the outset! And what I suggested after he went berserk and almost killed her the first time!” “Well, you went against your own orders the first time...” Fingel was quick to correct him.

“Which... I sincerely regret.”

Fingel turned to face him directly. “Why? What gave you hope the first time that has left you now?”

“There was a theory. I’d say it’s more of a myth than a theory. It stemmed from the report of Akira and Kogure Sakurai. Those two unstable Hybrids were part of the Devil Clan and had dangerous bloodlines. Both of them were held in the black jails run by Hydra until they escaped. Kogure, however, never harmed anyone, and Akira, after running on a spree of rape and murder, suddenly stopped.”

“The common denominator of the two was personal attachments. Kogure was attached to Chimei Gen. It was only after she felt that she had lost him that she finally gave in to her blood. And Akira had given in to his blood until he met a girl on the subway, which was actually an undercover agent for Hydra. He switched from killing every woman he met, to trying to protect her.”

“Ah... the power of love and friendship!” Fingel said without any mocking tone.

“Of course, this has been impossible to study. But when I saw how attached Ru’Yi was, I hoped she could act as a restraint for him. I knew this also posed a danger, so I put her under constant surveillance. But... this only served to put her in danger. The result was the same. She’s in the hospital, and he’s her mother’s guinea pig. The results were the same for Akira and Kogure as well.”

Fingel raised his hand and put it on Baldwin’s shoulder without looking at him. “Science has progressed and will progress. Even if he is a guinea pig, it may be one on the road to a solution.”

“We have a solution... Vice Chancellor.” He shrugged off his hand. “She just doesn’t want to accept it.”

Mr. Baldwin left Fingel to make the slow and long walk back to his office in the drifting snow.

The helicopter traversed the continental United States, briefly stopped for fuel in LA and lifted off again over the endless blue ocean of the Pacific. Eventually, the sun set and the pilot only had the instruments to go by. According to the official maps, there was no island on the coordinates. The helicopter was headed for a deadzone. The pilot turned the navigation to auto and stood up, walking back to the cargo bay.

The pilot removed the heavy flight helmet, revealing falling cascade of ebony hair which she shook out and ran her hands through.

Mai Sakatoku then reached into the onflight fridge for a can of beer which she opened and took a sip. “You make for quiet company.” 

She leaned over to see into the window of the coffin. The young man’s eyes were still closed, frozen in place by tears that couldn’t be shed. She lightly tapped the glass with a delicate fingernail. “You and Miss Chu’s daughter, hm?” 

She leaned against the coffin, her mind going back to the countless so called boyfriends of the past. “I suppose it’s fitting. Her father was also a berserker, before he fell head over heels for a certain dragon. And in the end, that was what saved his life.”

“She never got to tell you the story, because she doesn’t know it. In fact, I think it’s just me, my fellow Nanny and Mingfei Lu that know the end of that story.”

“Let’s hope yours ends a bit differently.”

There was no signal out here. So Mai had to content herself with whatever she had already downloaded on her phone, bingewatching her favorite movies and K-dramas. Meanwhile, she kept a close eye on the casket, making sure the temperature was kept cold enough to keep this guy from waking up.

A sudden alarm shook her from her reverie. She stood and went to the cockpit. Another plane, flying low, almost out of radar range but nearly directly below her. “Ah... we have a curious jet?”

She tried to get a picture of it, but it appeared invisible against the dark waves of the ocean. “Cloaking technology?”

Her eyes narrowed. This was no normal inquiry from a nation-state. Few nations could approach this level of high tech on a plane. Hybrids were higher functioning physically. The technology they surrounded themselves with was likewise ahead of human technology. 

That made this jet fair game. She did not change trajectory. Instead, she reached for a large gun on the back of the the plane. She hoisted to her shoulder with a soft grunt and strapped it to herself. She then hooked herself to the interior of the helicopter and opened the door.

The ferocious wind was enough to tear her away from the helicopter and she grit her teeth and let go. She was like an out of control kite, fluttering precariously in the wind. It was like being on the worst carnival ride. Still her powerful muscles braced themselves and forced the sight to her eyes. It wouldn’t do to have any reports getting out about the island.

She aimed directly for the cockpit of the jet. A tiny target to be sure. She took her time fluttering back and forth. Eventually her mind caught the rhythm of the wind, the speed of the aircraft, and linked it to the knowledge of the speed of the missile. She aimed at a spot far ahead and after a few more seconds, she pulled the trigger.

There was a bright flash of light. She blinked and the target had disappeared. She imagined the pilot getting vaporized instantly, the instrumentation getting blown apart. She turned her head to look, there wasn’t so much as a ripple that could remain in the open ocean.

#Class of 2032 #Dragon Raja #Fanfiction #Mai Sakatoku

[thepancakedetective]

University Life

Akira is fidgeting with the end of his hoodie string. Akechi looks up from his university level criminal law homework and shoots him an annoyed look.

Akechi: Some of us are trying to get somewhere with our lives, I suggest you do the same. 

Ann rests her head on Shiho’s lap as she poses for a new Instagram post. Shiho is busy watching her latest soccer match and analyzing places for improvement. 

Ann: Speak for yourself Mr. Future Prosecutor. I’ve already established my future —as the next cover girl model for Vogue! 

Akechi sighs and shakes his head.

Akechi: I wasn’t talking to you. 

Futaba glances up from her laptop which displays an incomplete code for a client. 

Futaba: I don’t understand why you’re so hard on your boyfriend for choosing not to go to university. 

Akechi opens his mouth ready to retort before being interrupted by Makoto. Makoto is working on the same homework essay as Akechi.

Makoto: It’s only natural to be concerned. Four months have passed since graduation and Akira hasn’t shown any career interest outside of his numerous part time jobs. 

Ryuji: I think you guys just need to chill. Give a man sometime to figure themselves out! Look after months of searching, I’ve finally landed a job as a personal trainer at that fancy smancy gym down in Shinjuku. The benefits and pay are awesome. Plus, I get to work out for free. 

Akechi: Exactly why I’m concerned. If Ryuji has already landed a good paying job, what does that say?

Ryuji: Hey, what do you mean by that?! 

Yusuke is in deep thought staring at his unfinished painting. 

Yusuke: Maybe the answer lies, in where it does not speak.  

Everyone sends him a quizzical look. Haru puts down her tea cup and gently pets the sleeping cat in her lap.

Haru: I think what he means to say is, why don’t you all give Akira a chance to talk? I’m sure it must be unpleasant to not be included in a conversation which is centered around yourself. 

Everyone turns to look at Akira who has frayed the ends of his hoodie string ties. His eyes are hidden behind the glare of his glasses. 

Akira: I’ve come to a decision. 

Akechi: Well, please don’t keep us waiting. 

Akechi gives Akira one of his forced Detective Prince smiles. Akira pauses before opening his mouth as if to gather his thoughts.

Akira: I want to open a private investigation firm. 

A few eyes widen at this sudden statement, predominantly Akechi’s whose mouth hangs open a few centimeters. 

Akechi: You what? I understand the adrenaline rush of what we all did in highschool to expose that filthy conspiracy ring must have hit you the hardest as our former leader, but I didn’t expect it to go to your head so much. 

Haru shoots Akechi a warning look.

Haru: Give him a chance to explain himself. 

Akechi frowns are resigns himself farther down in his seat. 

Akira smiles at Haru and nods his head.

Akira: I’m not asking to reinstate the Phantom Thieves. I just want to offer that same platform of help again to the people who need us.

Akechi opens his mouth but is cut off by Akira.

Akira: Outside the law. We’ve all seen what happens when the legal system fails. Even with amazing people like your sister Makoto, that corruption still lies there. By the time you and Akechi get into the legal system to clean it up, there may be countless lives which fall through the cracks. That’s why I want to do this. I hope you all can support my decision. 

The room is silent. Ryuji is the first one to talk.

Ryuji: If my man wants to become a private investigator, of course I’ll support him. Maybe I can even assist in catching the perp! 

Futaba smiles and pulls down her headphones.

Futaba: Likewise. If you ever need assistance accessing police records or other resources, I’ve got your back. I still owe you for helping solve my mother’s death. 

Akechi and Makoto exchange looks. 

Makoto: I don’t see why I wouldn’t support your decision. I can see it took you a great deal of courage to come to it. I’ll be here to support you with whatever legal knowledge I know. Of course, my sister would probably be more of a help than me at this point. I can contact her to get the steps of establishing a reputable private investigation firm. 

Ann wraps her arms around Shiho.

Ann: You’ve already got my vote, chief. I can always use my celebrity and industry connections to assist in cases if needed. Also if you need a hot undercover detective, you can count on me!

Yusuke nods his head at the painting.

Yusuke: I can see it now. Truly a wonderful sight. If my artistic expertise and skill can be of use, I would be happy to present them. 

Haru: It looks like we’ve come to a decision. As everyone has already noted, I as well am willing to help in whatever way I can. My...father has left me with many financial resources at hand. If you need an initial investment, I would be happy to provide. 

Akechi looks at all of them in disbelief.

Akechi: You all can’t be serious. Just accepting things so easily like this. Truly naive.  

Akechi gets up from his seat and grabs his things, haphazardly shoving them into his backpack. Ann gets up to follow him as he pushes past to move down the attic stairs. 

Ann: Akechi! Wait—

Makoto stops her and shakes her head.

Makoto: Leave him. He just needs time to process things. 

Akira: I should go. 

Before waiting for the other’s reply. Akira is down the stairs and out of the cafe door scanning for any signs of the upset brunet. He is nowhere in sight. But Akira has a feeling he knows where to find him. He arrives at Inokashira Park finding Akechi shortly, sitting hunched over at a lone bench. His hands cover his face.

Akira: Akechi... 

Akechi just shakes his head silently. Akira takes a seat next to him.

Akira: I’m...sorry. 

Akechi looks up sharply, redness outlining the rims of his eyes. Anger bubbles in his next words. 

Akechi: What could you possibly be sorry about?

Akira: You would have preferred I discussed this with you prior.

Akechi laughs without humor.

Akechi: Akira. I’m just upset that you didn’t ask for my help. It’s petty I know. But this. This is one thing in your life I could have helped you with. You know I’ve been somewhat of a private detective myself. I want to help you so much Akira. But you never give me the chance. That’s why I’m upset.

Akira’s eyes are downcast towards his losely interlocked fingers. 

Akira: All my life I’ve been going with the flow of events and letting others do the talking for me. This time I wanted to choose my own decision independently. I hope you can understand. 

Akechi sighs and leans his head tiredly against Akira’s shoulder.

Akechi: I can understand even though it still makes me upset. But it’s my own ego that’s causing me to feel like that. Honestly, I’m happy that you’ve come to a decision. It’s fitting for you. I just wish I could have been a better support as your boyfriend. 

Akira’s fingers laced together with Akechi’s.

Akira: You already are. 

Akechi turns and raises his eyebrow.

Akechi: How?

Akira watches the ducks mill around in the distance near the lake. The tip of Akira’s ears become red as he mutters,

Akira: I kind of wanted to become a cool boyfriend like you.

Akechi’s eyes widen and a small smile traces his face. His eyes are full of warmth. Akechi wraps his arm around Akira’s back.

Akechi: Does that mean I can still convince you to go into law with me?

Akira: No way in hell. I don’t want to take those crazy entrance exams.

Akechi presses against Akira. 

Akechi: I’m sure with me as your tutor, you’ll get in with flying colors. 

Akira: Mmh, maybe. 

Akechi: Imagine the excitement. Law student by morning, private investigator by night. Fighting the system along side your cool boyfriend. You’d like that sort of life right?

Akira: Now you’re just teasing me. 

Akechi purses his lips.

Akechi: I may be. But I’m also a 100% serious. What do you say? Will you give it a try?

Akira laughs.

Akira: I can’t win with you, can I? Okay, I’ll do it. 

Akechi: Good. I can think of a few ways we can celebrate the occasion. 

He presses his lips against Akira.

Akechi: I love you Akira. I’m proud of you. 

Akira kisses back.

Akira: I love you too Akechi. Can’t wait to start my next chapter with you.

Akechi smiles.

Akechi: Likewise. 

Part 2: [Link]

#persona5 #university au #persona universe did not exist #akeshu #shuake #goro akechi #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #futaba sakura #haru okumura #makoto niijima #yusuke kitagawa #vandyfics

[ootori-sibs]

Kyoya's second shot

Chapter seven: Big brother to the rescue!

It's unlikely that two days are just perfect as each other, you cannot simply have the best day of your life, then have the same day tomorrow. And unfortunately common occurrence is for one day to be wonderful, simply the best, then the next day to be empty and hollow- even if nothing bad happens; the lack of the joy makes a normal day seem even worse. That was how Sunday went for Kyoya; he couldn't even talk to Tamaki over text, as he was spending the day with Haruhi.

He had woken up in Tamaki's bed, alone. Tamaki had already left to go and spend time with Haruhi, having left a note and some of Kyoya's favourite foods for breakfast. Kyoya had barely picked at it, not feeling all too hungry, but he didn't want to upset Tamaki, so he finished the food before leaving. The ride home was silent, Kyoya simply read through Arai's report of the day spent with Haruhi. Apparently they'd spent the day reading and sitting in the local park, nothing really romantic in the slightest- Kyoya had to wonder if Arai had even tried.

The moment he'd gotten home, he stumbled upstairs, completely ignoring his brother who was visiting for the day, he made a b-line for his bedroom, crawling under the covers and just hiding. He had lain like this for the entire summer holiday, so what was one day more? He wasn't being selfish, he was just tired, a whole day outside had taken a lot out of him. He barely glanced up to read the shadow council group chat, oh… they were calling him slurs again. Maybe he should just sleep.

But Eclair reminded him that he'd scheduled a meeting with the council today, so he took about an hour to compose himself enough to at least sit up, the many blankets still wrapped around his head and body- if they wanted to judge him he couldn't care less, he felt as if he could cry without the soft pressure from his blankets. His maids had brought him lunch, along with a note from his brother, asking if he wanted to talk or hang out… Kyoya sighed at that, Yuuichi was always trying to bond with him, it was strange; why would he want to spend time with Kyoya when he could spend that time working? If Kyoya had a job he'd do absolutely nothing else, how dare his brother spend so much time doing nothing at all yet still be the favourite.

Kyoya had turned his laptop on, setting up the meeting before inviting all his council, they did have work to do after all. "Good afternoon everyone."

Eclair was simply sat on a chaise lounge, drinking wine and smoking, clearly just showing off that she could do that kind of thing. Nekozawa was sat in a dark room, lit only by candles, he was missing both his wig and cloak, and sat there with his regal features- if he wasn't such a creepy guy, maybe Kyoya would be attracted to him. Akira was hunched over his desk, looking incredibly stressed to be in this call, good. Seika was laying on her bed, legs in the air like she was in an American movie about teens, it was uncanny. Chika was sitting in a quiet corner of a garden, there were a couple of baby ducks in the background, just chirping about. Arai, ever the lovely commoner, was simply in his kitchen, making his lunch as they spoke.

Kyoya sighed, adjusting his glasses, "first thing I have to address; Arai, how did yesterday go?"

The commoner boy barely glanced at him, busy making food, "well it was alright I suppose, I sent a message about it didn't I?"

"You did, but I'd like you to make a formal report for the rest of the council."

"Alright then," Arai nods, chopping some tomatoes, "we went to the park and read books together, I bought her a milkshake with ice-cream. She complained about school, I let her-" he clearly pause, putting the knife down for a moment, "she complained about you at one point actually."

Kyoya froze, Haruhi was complaining about him? What did he do? Did she know? If she was complaining to Arai, imagine what she could be saying to Tamaki at that very moment… Kyoya's hands were already shaking as he wrapped his blankets around himself even more, "what did she say?"

"Oh she just said some stuff about how you've been really pushy and snappy lately, also like- totally going through someone but kind of being a dick about it." Like all commoners, Arai spoke bluntly, but there was something in his tone, in the way he paused when he saw Kyoya's expression, his gaze softening… "hey, those aren't her exact words, just a bit of paraphrasing. Don't worry about it, she doesn't suspect a thing, also I mean; she's not wrong, you're clearly going through someone, and you're clearly lashing out- forgive me for getting too personal." He had smiled, before turning to continue making his lunch.

Kyoya didn't know how to respond to that, how dare that commoner see straight through him- but he wasn't cruel about it… like anyone else in existence would be, Kyoya felt himself bristle nonetheless, his pride forbidding him from accepting any care. "Oh look, the basket case is about to start crying and we've barely started the meeting." Ayanokoji had made a cruel comment, one that people laughed at, Arai was ignoring the meeting now, clearly he was only going to speak when asked to. Kyoya's fists clenched, he felt like he was about to put a hole through his laptop… he'd done that before, he remembered his father's reaction, he'd been grounded for two weeks after that. He hated to imagine what would happen the second time. So he took a deep breath, glaring down the camera.

"I'm sorry, Ayanokoji, why don't you tell us any new ideas you've had?" His tone was clear; she'd already been reprimanded for the graffiti, so any inappropriate idea would be criticised heavily- especially by a shadow king in a foul mood. Her eyes had gone wide, and she lay flat, glancing about a little nervously.

"Oh, well…" it was clear she hadn't thought of a single thing, "well I was thinking… oh! Maybe I could drug her coffee? Or ruin her work for classes? Or spread a nasty rumour..?" Kyoya thought about these options, letting the other council members speak first however, as he already knew his opinion.

Chika was the first to speak, "you're gonna poison the crossdresser??" His words got the attention of the other people in the call who weren't paying attention, such as Arai and Eclair; one of whom seemed a lot less onboard than the other.

Kyoya shook his head, "we will not be drugging her, as easy as it would be for me to get my hands on a harmless dose of something, we are better than that- we are smarter than that. Your other two ideas however, are fine. However; only ruin her schoolwork once, as we don't want to get her expelled."

"I thought we were trying to ruin her life?" Akira spoke up, why was he even still allowed to speak? Kyoya respected the commoner more than he could ever respect this newsboy.

So he rolls his eyes, adjusting how he's sat, "don't be foolish, we're just trying to drive her away from Tamaki, I harbour no real ill will towards the commoner- she is simply in the way. Now," he looks down at where Akira was on the screen, before his eyes filter back up to the webcam, staring straight into the lense, "I suggest you bite your tongue, Komatsuzawa, you're on thin ice here as it is." It seemed to work, the boy glanced away from the screen, biting his thumb and going silent.

Seika laughed, "god, what a baby. Sucking his thumb cause he got told off, how absolutely pathetic." Her words clearly annoyed Akira, but he was notably silent and the call was quiet for a second until Tonnerre spoke up.

"Ootori isn't much better," she addressed Seika, ignoring the other folks in the call as she lifted a glass of red to her lips, "he's all bundled in blankets like a baby, you can see his lunch behind him; there's even milk." She doesn't laugh, she doesn't even smile, but there's an airy huff that tells Kyoya she finds herself quite amusing, Seika's chuckling doesn't make it feel any better.

But she's not the only one laughing, Chika, the little brat, seems to find this oh so funny. "He's more of a baby then some of the people in my class! No wonder my brother hangs out with him!" Such childish laughter, and yet Kyoya feels more obliged to defend Honey with that insult then to defend himself… though he knew how it felt to be a younger brother, he found himself unable to sympathise with Chika at all in this regard.

He just stayed silent, not wanting to speak and incriminate himself for anything, he knew he could move his blankets but he felt if he did so he might just cry. So he stayed completely still, staring at the screen. Luckily the sound of cruel laughter was silenced by Nekozawa speaking up, "Ootori-san may have some clear issues, but it's not as if he embarrassed himself to the degree you did Ayanokoji-chan," he was smiling at her, expression and words completely harmless, though of course dear Seika took great offence, gasping at the very idea of her being worse than Kyoya.

The meeting delved into insults and jokes, slurs being thrown around as if it were middleschool again… Kyoya just sat there, hands shaking, as he watched Arai's screen. Arai wasn't partaking in the jokes of the rest of the council, he had finished making his lunch and had just sat down to eat it, watching the show with concern. Kyoya watched him take out his phone, typing something slowly, then… oh, Kyoya's own phone had pinged. He picked it up from his bedside table, reading the text.

Peasant: hey, are you doing ok?

you can talk to me if you want

I'm always willing to listen if you need it

even if we aren't friends

Kyoya had saved them all on his phone with the same nicknames they had in the group chat, with Nekozawa as an exception obviously. So he instantly realised that the text he'd just saw Arai type was this one he was reading now… or four texts he supposed, one after the other. He was caught off guard by them, the idea of someone he's barely spoken to, caring about him, seeking him out to make sure he's alright, offering to be a willing ear, using a gentle tone with him… it was all entirely new to Kyoya- and he didn't trust it one bit.

Kyoya Ootori: Don't take me for a fool, there is no viable reason for me to trust you.

He watched Arai receive the text, and noticed how he sighed lightly- Kyoya was right! Arai had been planning to dig into Kyoya's secrets! And pry at his weaknesses! Kyoya had won, he had been so smart to not open up to the common boy! He had to congratulate himself on that at least, he had one talent, if nothing else. He sighed slightly at that, realising his conclusion meant that no one on the council was even genuinely nice. So he sat there, eyes just focusing on whoever was speaking at the time, whoever was calling him a slur at any given moment… oh, his door had opened.

He glanced over to the entrance to his room, noticing Yuuichi standing there, looking entirely concerned. His brother glanced at his laptop, his frown deepening, "who just called you that?" Uh oh.

Everyone in the meeting had heard it, and most knew Yuuichi by his voice, and knew to be afraid- even the few that didn't, had enough sense to stay silent. Yuuichi walked over, taking the laptop from Kyoya's bed, looking at the screen. Kyoya silently watched in horror as his brother slowly looked at the members of his council, recognising them one by one- he looked extremely surprised to see… Eclair, Kyoya had to assume. Then Yuuichi's eyes landed on Arai, and he spoke his first words since entering the room, "what the… is that a commoner?" Kyoya nodded when Yuuichi glanced at him, staying completely silent as he processed this fact.

"What kind of strange gathering is happening here?" Yuuichi didn't seem to understand what was going on in the slightest, Kyoya was glad of that. But as Yuuichi sat down on the bed next to Kyoya, the laptop on his lap, the council began to speak.

Eclair spoke first, with a polite but clearly forced chuckle, "bonjour monsieur Ootori, I don't believe we've spoken properly yet?"

"Please," Yuuichi's smile was also faked, "call me Yuuichi."

She nodded, "Yuuichi, I don't believe you need to worry about this little meeting, your baby brother is awfully good at arranging things isn't he?" God, she was hiding her insults in complements now, as if Kyoya couldn't hate this woman anymore then she already did.

Yuuichi's face lit up at that, pulling Kyoya close to him, "oh you're right! He is so good at planning and organising, you should've seen the rigorous routines he used to map out when he was younger, he had a schedule for playtime!" He laughed, not realising how humiliating this would be for Kyoya, "he'll always be my sweet little baby brother, even if he's grown up a lot since then."

Chika let out a snort at that, causing Yuuichi to frown again, "why is there a toddler in this call?" It was incredibly rewarding to watch Chika splutter and explain that he's a middle schooler, as if Yuuichi wasn't fully aware exactly who he was. But the boy's laughter had reminded Yuuichi of what he'd heard, "so, which one of you did I hear call my brother a slur?" There was complete silence on the other end of the line.

Kyoya looked up at Yuuichi, frowning, he gently pinched his brother's arm, not wanting to draw attention to himself but also really wanting Yuuichi to stop it. Yuuichi glanced at him the moment he felt the pinch, smiling softly, he let Kyoya take the laptop from him, though frowned at that. "Alright everyone," Kyoya made sure to keep his voice level, smiling politely to the council, "I apologize for the interruption and I'm afraid we'll have to cut our meeting a little short, please ruminate on what we've discussed today and I hope to speak with you again soon, that will be all," and without letting anyone else get a word in edgeways, he ended the call, slamming his laptop shut and headbutting his brother in the chest fairly hard, just resting their for a moment.

"Kyoya…" Yuuichi had uttered softly, placing a gentle hand on Kyoya's head, playing with his hair, "why did you do that? You know I'd have stood up for you."

"Humiliate me is what you did." Kyoya's words were spat out, quite aggressively, but Kyoya only got so aggressive when he was close to tears, and Yuuichi knew this, and Kyoya knew that he knew, "you always fucking show me up, I don't need you to come to my rescue…"

These words must hurt his brother deeply, Kyoya knew that, but frankly, he didn't care, not right now at least. He had his own feelings, ones that were hurt a hell of a lot more than his silly little words could ever harm his brother, tears filled his eyes, already dangerously close to spilling over. Yuuichi didn't respond, at least not verbally- he gently picked Kyoya up, still swaddled in all those blankets, and he cradled him on his knee, just like he did when Kyoya was a baby…

Kyoya hated to admit it, but this did genuinely make him feel better- he felt so, so stupid for it, but being held by his older brother like that was actually so comforting, and Kyoya wasn't exactly sure why. Yuuichi gently shushed him, even though Kyoya hadn't made any noise, and just began to rock him gently. It wasn't as effective as when Kyoya was tiny, but it was still oddly comforting… like laying on a pool floaty and taking a nap.

After a while, Yuuichi gently put Kyoya down, frowning slightly, "can you tell me why you were talking with those people? I know you've been more social in highschool, but you actively hate some of those people."

Kyoya had sighed, really not wanting to have to admit to anything, so he attempted to lie his way through it. "Well I… it's a mutually beneficial alliance, personal opinions aren't a part of the equation. You of all people should know not to involve emotions in business."

"Kyoya, you're seventeen, you don't have any business to attend to," Yuuichi sighed, before reaching out and ruffling Kyoya's hair, "you should be paying attention to your feelings, you're at the age where you need to be fighting for your happiness." He smiled a little, that friendly, overly soft smile, that Kyoya knew meant he was about to get nosey, "I heard you had a day out yesterday, did you have fun?"

Now, Kyoya usually hated it when his siblings tried to pry into his private life, but Yuuichi was giving him a chance to talk about the wonderful day he'd had yesterday, and Kyoya couldn't help but to smile. "Well myself and Tamaki went to a little commoner-ran store to order custom food platter, because Tamaki wanted to do a theme based on commoner foods, and then-"

"Do you enjoy regular food then?"

"Huh?" Kyoya paused, looking up at Yuuichi in confusion, "what do you mean? We aren't talking about regular food, we're talking about commoner food?"

His brother had laughed at him, and Kyoya didn't quite understand why, "come on Kyoya, you're smarter than that- think about it for like, two seconds." But Kyoya still didn't understand, why would regular food be- oh.

"Oh. Oh dear, it seems I spend too much time around the others." He glances down in shame, having just embarrassed himself in front of his brother like that, he was just glad it was Yuuichi and not Akito- Akito would have just laughed.

Yuuichi, however, only chuckled a little, pulling Kyoya in and ruffling his hair even further, "Nothing wrong with having friends, even if you do pick up strange habits from them. Either way, do you like regular food then?"

Kyoya just hesitantly nodded, remembering yesterday's lunch, and that one time Haruhi bought him a burger. He wasn't sure why Yuuichi had asked him that, what use could that information be to him? His brother had smiled at him, clearly liking that reacting, then he glanced down at the untouched tray of food.

"How about we go grab some fast food for dinner? You don't seem too keen on lunch so we'll go early, how about five?" Kyoya was caught off guard by this- Yuuichi actively wanted to spend time with him? He hadn't just written the note to be nice? He was silent, just staring up at Yuuichi in silence. "What'd you say, Kyo? Wanna hang out with your big bro?"

Kyoya just quietly nodded, not smiling or even speaking, he was just- he didn't even know why Yuuichi wanted to hang out with him, didn't his brother have more important things to do? It seemed that Yuuichi had noticed his confusion, putting a gentle hand on Kyoya's shoulder.

"Kyoya, you're my baby brother and you're clearly going through something right now… Fiyumi told me there are fresh scars, please understand that I care about you, people care about you."

Oh. He'd been told about the scars, of course he had, why else would he be here? Kyoya had genuinely felt hope, that- for just a second, he thought his big brother actually wanted to hang out with him… he felt even worse then he had before. He hated being pitied, more than anything. But he couldn't tell Yuuichi how he felt, he knew his brother would never admit the pity. So he just smiled, nodding, making sure to appear to be the innocent child he knew his brother saw him as. Yuuichi seemed satisfied by this, smiling back and ruffling Kyoya's hair one last time before leaving the room, leaving Kyoya in an uncomfortable silence.

His phone was buzzing, he didn't need to check it to know it was the council, likely mocking him further. He just grabbed his blankets, wrapping them around himself again and flopping down on the bed, face in his pillow for a moment before he sighed and rested the side of his head on the pillow, looking over across the room and out the window. Kyoya hated the silence, he used silence to study, he used silence to cry, he only sat in silence when he was in pain- so he hated it. So he reached over to his phone, planning to just put some quiet music on- but he saw the notification sitting on his lockscreen, and he froze.

Woman: Yes of course, and he needs to hide behind his family all the time, he's barely a person without his name.

They were still talking about him, it hurt more that they were right; he did hide behind his surname too much, but it was all he had. He thought about how Fiyumi had helped him yesterday, how, even today, Yuuichi had come to his defence even without being asked, and had proceeded to promise to spend time with him… even Akito had been calling and texting him lately. It all felt so wrong, it was like he was a toddler again, he felt so babies, so protected. Eclair was right, he didn't exist without them right behind him- he certainly wouldn't be alive… if Fiyumi hadn't helped him with all those scars, even finding him after the first time it happened… he assumed he'd have gotten much worse, much sooner.

When he spent time with his siblings, it often made the bad thought disappear- so was that all he was without them? Was that who Kyoya was? Just an unstable bundle of bad thoughts? His fingers found his scars again, and he slowly traced over them, not daring to look… he was going to spend time with Yuuichi soon, he couldn't do that… but he wanted to, oh he was so tempted. He opened up the group chat, he could hurt himself in easier, less evident ways.

Child: He's a fucking wierdo, all those idiots my brother hangs out with are.

Woman#2: It's like, the only reason anyone even listens to, or pretends to care about him is because of who his father is.

Woman: Oh you don't know the half of it, he literally shows off his father's police force at any chance he gets.

He thinks being powerful is a personality trait.

Woman#2: I don't even know why they let him stay in the club, he doesn't even do any actual hosting.

Sorcerer: It's because Souh-san can't do maths.

Child: Lmao the guy he loves is using him, fucking ironic

Peasant: i think its sad…

Woman: Sad? It's fucking pathetic is what it is.

Kyoya promptly closed the group chat, feeling tears biting his eyes. He really, truly, desperately wanted to text Tamaki- to just ask if that was true. He knew it wasn't, he knew it, made no sense for it to be true… but that didn't stop it from hurting. His phone buzzed again, and Kyoya reacted with rage, tossing the thing across his bedroom, and curling up into a ball. Sure, he hated himself, and reason didn't really come into the equation at this point- but logic was Kyoya's best… and only quality, so he had to reason that bothering Tamaki, or anyone for that matter, would only serve to make himself look stupid, or crazy, or something to that degree.

He was still sitting in silence, and he didn't really want to get up in order to grab his phone. He wished he had one of those smart home things like the twins had, but his father considered them spyware- even if the house was already covered in cameras and microphones. Kyoya just lay there, maybe it wouldn't be silent if he was crying, but he couldn't cry… at least not like normal people. He was always silent in his sadness, tears running down his cheeks, he hated crying… it just reminded him how he wasn't normal, how he was broken- unemotional. He used to be proud of his silence when he was younger, he wasn't loud nor a bother like other children, he didn't scream or throw tantrums, he just sat quietly, getting on with his studies.

He had trained himself to be silent, thinking he'd be loved more, if he was quieter, more productive. Now that was all he was worth, it seemed he'd dug his own grave… he wasn't sure if he wanted to lay in it- death sounded wonderful, but he was terrified of leaving the people he cares about. He just lay there, he lay there… he stayed there for hours, just quietly crying- but then he got too tired to cry, and he felt quite thirsty, but he didn't want to move, so he lay there uncomfortably, staring into the middle distance.

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"61. “Were you drawing me?”" for the ask meme? 👀

“Were you drawing me?” 

akira sleeps in and yusuke takes advantage of that. because of COURSE if im given the opportunity to write shukita im going to take it of course i am 

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(ao3 link)

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Slugs were okay. 

Akira didn’t have much of an opinion on them, to be honest. Nothing negative. They were a little goopy, sure. But that wasn’t a bad thing. Sometimes you’re goopy and squishy and occasionally poisonous, it happens to everybody. Akira was sure he’d had a Saturday just like that. They were just little creatures. Slugging along. 

…That said, he didn’t like them much when they were on his face. He especially wouldn’t like them if they were the poisonous kind. He didn’t think these ones were, but still. That would be completely unpleasant. And then he’d be goopy until he died. Just terrible all around. 

But not these bad boys. Akira was sure they were just your everyday slug. Lucky for him! But they were still on his face. He didn’t really want that. Slug along anywhere else, please. He was trying to relax. This wasn’t the time. 

In his limited periods of consciousness, Akira often thought about how weird it was that he never realized when he was dreaming. Once he was in the dream, he was there. No second thoughts about it. The slugs were on his face now, and that’s where they belonged. But pointedly, again, they were not poisonous. Nice to know his subconscious wasn’t going for a gastropod themed execution. 

He woke up blissfully slug-free. Thank god. What a morning surprise that would’ve been. He also woke up alone, which wasn’t too unusual. Yusuke tended to be an early riser. Up and about, doing his creative stuff. He had picked up sculpting, recently. So far, he’d made a lovely bust of Isaac Newton (and if not him, it was a not-as-lovely bust of Haru), and a pistachio (this one really was a pistachio). Akira was happy he was expanding his repertoire, since he seemed to be enjoying himself. He was keeping busy, and he had a career after all. 

But the bed was meant for two. 

He shifted a bit, peeked his eyes open and, oh. He was surprised to see Yusuke sitting not far across from him. He was staring deeply into his sketchbook, very focused and very quiet. 

You know, he could always draw in bed. It’d be warmer that way. “Good morning.” Akira lazily stretched out his back. “Sketching?” 

Akira probably shocked him, because Yusuke jumped. He usually felt just a little bit bad when he did that, but today there was something mischievous dancing around in his brain. A tiny goblin who had wanted so desperately to cuddle, probably.

You and me both, Goblin-kun.

Yusuke looked up to him, and he seemed a little stoic. “You’ve awakened. Good afternoon. Please do not move.” 

Technical technical. Akira treated afternoons like mornings, anyway. He relaxed his body back down, trying to look as natural as possible. “Were you drawing me?” It wouldn’t surprise him. It’d hardly be the first time. Yusuke liked to make him blush by calling him things like his Muse, or his Starry Night, or his Lobster Fra Diavolo.

“Ah… I suppose,” said Yusuke. He swiveled a turn in his chair, and swept up a dab of paint with a brush. “Now, close your eyes again.” 

Akira did. So he was painting him. Again with Yusuke’s technicalities, his this’s and that’s. It was endearing. There was something very sweet about his specifics, since Akira knew he was included in them. 

He wondered if he could go back to sleep. If Yusuke wanted him to keep his eyes closed, the chances went up. He could already feel himself falling into it. Anyone who knew Akira was well aware that he wasn’t one to pass up opportunities to sleep in. Well, sleep in more than he already had. Yusuke knew better than to let him stay in bed, Akira couldn’t be blamed. And it was for art after all. 

But the afternoon did have plans for Akira. Goddamn. For example, something cold and wet being splattered onto his forehead. It was… weirdly familiar?

He jumped, but in like, a groggy half-awake confused boy way. “Ghh?” His eyes flickered open. Yusuke was there? He hadn’t heard him come over. “What are you…doing.” 

Yusuke remained focused as ever, eyes glued to, uh. Uh? “Akira, please. I do not want it in your eyes.” The wet spot moved and spread across his brow. 

The dots were sleepy and the lines were wiggling, but all connecting nonetheless. “Are you painting,” Akira said, flinching at the sloppy feeling, “on my face?” 

Yusuke lifted his paintbrush and looked very thoughtfully at the smear he’d created. “Do not speak much. I would hate for what has dried to crack.” He turned away, probably to get more paint. 

Akira squinted at him. It was already drying? As in drying drying? “How long have you been… at this.” 

Yusuke sighed, and shook his head. “Please, my love, if you must talk,” he said, turning back, “Try to be minimal. I will be finished soon.” 

He returned to Akira’s side, this time with a pool of paint on the back of his hand, probably for quick access. Akira stared silently at him. He wasn’t mad at all, more completely amused. Unique way to spend a morning. He’d woken up before with drawings on his face, but that was usually Futaba scribbling squiggles and mustaches with her sharpies. Oh, but he’d always get back at her for that. He’d refuse to wash it off and make her be seen with him, Mr. Sharpie Face Man, in the all forbidden public. She was one of those second-hand embarrassment people. 

Wow, the paint felt weird. He was all too aware of it sitting on his face. It was thick. And the actual spreading of it had been really strange. There were out of body experiences, and then there were all too aware of what is happening right now on your body experiences. Akira was the former. He was pretty surprised it hadn’t woken him up, actually. 

Wait. 

The slugs. 

The non-poisonous slugs. 

That made sense. 

Yusuke continued painting. Little swirls and pointed dots. Akira tried to guess what he was doing. The paint he had was blue, so maybe a bird? A fish? He was sure Yusuke would do something more outlandish, though. Maybe a bird with glasses. He wondered if Yusuke would let him name it. 

Inevitably, they made eye contact. Akira had been staring pretty relentlessly, and boy he was good at that. Yusuke held it for a moment, before something visibly clicked. There it was. Akira had been thinking about if he’d remember to answer. He didn’t, always. Yusuke had quite the way with concentration. He’d just about have to shake him out to come to dinner some nights. 

Yusuke had run out of paint on his hand, and he turned back to get more. A short silence hung. “A few hours,” he said. 

So, a while. His projects usually took a bit, so he was glad to hear this hadn’t been some all nighter. That could’ve been nice too, though, because then Yusuke would certainly take a nap. And of course then Akira would get to take a nap. Which would be great. But he’d have to wash all this paint off first. He hoped it would come off easy. 

It wasn’t like Yusuke had never painted on his body before. But that was usually, you know, doodling with a pen on his arm. Or some grand experiment on his back. Face painting wasn’t technically something to be considered out of the ordinary, but unconscious face painting was. Yusuke’s inspiration strikes were always charming. 

Akira watched as Yusuke readied his brush again. He felt him very gently move some hair out of his face. This wasn’t really a view Akira usually got. Hello there. Thank goodness he was nearsighted. 

But, all good things must come to an end. Yusuke looked down at him. “It really is imperative you shut your eyes, now. This would sting.” 

He probably spoke from experience. He already knew Yusuke had drunk paint water before. It was an accident, he said, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t also accidentally get paint in his eyes. Akira also doubted that the paint water incident was entirely accidental. He had evidence. But, despite all that, he heeded his advice. Yusuke was kind enough to wait until he did so. Akira wondered how long it would take for Yusuke to just start painting, anyway. 

He felt the brush fit into his eye socket and curve around down, above his cheek bone. Very confident but delicate strokes across his eyelid, and then repeated on the other side. He decided this was much better than slugs. Though still just as goopy.  

The brush lifted, and did not come back down. “There,” Yusuke began, “Now, please remain very still. I will return in just a moment.”  

Akira obliged, keeping his eyes shut tight but careful not to scrunch. He heard footsteps, and a door opening. Yusuke was probably getting their camera. They’d bought a very nice once for situations like this. Non-portable art, or anything that would wash away. Akira supposed he wouldn’t mind being on display for an art show. Ehh, that was, as long as it didn’t last too long. He didn’t really get fidgety, but he did get bored. 

He heard Yusuke come back, accompanied by some clicking and clunking. He probably also brought in a light, since he tended to be very particular about his art pictures. Akira appreciated that his face-canvas was being given such fancy treatment. He hoped he was doing the art justice. 

There was shuffling. The sound of curtains opening. The buzz of a lamp. And eventually, many, many clicks. Yusuke always took bunches of pictures, with light adjustments and in different positions. He’d learned how to use a camera very well, at this point. Akira was glad to see it, because initially Yusuke had been a little helpless with one.

He took pictures all the time now. It was much more convenient, since instead of pulling over and waiting thirty minutes for Yusuke to be satisfied with a sketch, they’d pull over and spend just ten minutes taking pictures. They still had to leave an hour early for events, but they were late less often. They were also a little poorer, because memory cards didn’t come cheap. Yusuke’s new cocaine, he guessed. 

The clicking went off and on. Akira sat through it, beginning to drift back to sleep again. When Yusuke had said ‘afternoon’ that could’ve meant 12:01, right? Which meant it would be perfectly reasonable to sleep for a few more hours. Just a little catnap. He’d bet anything Morgana was still sleeping. And how was that fair? 

He was thoroughly lost in cat-jealousy thoughts, and did not notice the clicking stop. So, the sound of Yusuke’s voice scared him right out of his drowsiness. “You can move about now. I’ve finished.” Gah. 

So, no naps for him. Yet. But Akira guessed he was getting a little bit cramped anyway. He stretched out again, properly this time, and opened his eyes. He watched as Yusuke turned off the extra light, and carefully put the camera down. 

Yusuke looked to Akira and smiled very sweetly. Akira smiled back, entirely sure he probably looked very silly. His whole face was (presumably?) blue, after all. He was still thinking of a bird name. 

Yusuke sat down at the foot of their bed. He fiddled a bit with his fingers, and scratched at the drying paint on his hands. A learned habit.“I do hope you slept well.” 

“Mm,” Akira replied, pushing himself up. “I think you gave me weird dreams.” He felt around a little for his glasses. If paint got on them, oh well. He’d curse the glasses god today. He wanted to see. 

Yusuke reached out and picked up Akira’s pair. “Did I?” He handed them to him. 

This tended to be a typical morning procedure. “Thanks.” He was pretty sure Yusuke’s hands were covered in paint. Maybe it was inevitable his glasses would get messy. “You did.”  

“I apologize. You seemed to be sleeping quite soundly.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Vision at last. 

Yusuke seemed relieved. Akira was sure if he told him about his slug encounter, he would take a good fifteen minutes connecting it to art and philosophy. Which would be fine, but Akira’s face was kind of itchy and scratchy. He could tell him later. He picked at it a bit. 

It wasn’t like Yusuke wouldn’t notice, obviously, but it probably gave him the wrong idea. “The paint is thoroughly non-toxic. There is nothing to worry about.” He rubbed hard on his hand. 

Akira wasn’t worried. There were things to worry about with Yusuke, but he wouldn’t consider this one of them. Yusuke was particular, it was a completely defining trait of his. No, Akira would not trust him with their grocery money. He would also not trust him left alone in a candy store. But he was considerate, and precise, and attentive. Especially to his art. And especially, Akira would bashfully admit, to him. 

He could still tease him a little though. “It’s not at all?” 

Yusuke straightened himself up. Which was a little bit funny to watch with his typically impeccable posture. It was more like he shuffled his shoulders around and puffed out his chest. “Absolutely. I would never let you near such toxins, not even dream of such a thing.” It was hard to not constantly give Yusuke fond looks. 

He failed. He was a fond look giving machine. “So a kiss would be fine?” He grinned a very bluish grin. Give him a smooch, art boy. It would probably be better than paint water. Actually, he really really hoped it would be better than paint water.

“Ah.” Yusuke said, giving a sigh. “An innocent request turned devilish, I see.” Yusuke was also a fond look giving machine. They could make it a competition. The most sugary and sweet one in the world. The kind that would give Morgana hairballs, the poor cat. 

Akira didn’t say anything. He looked at Yusuke, guilty but not regretful, and waited. It was only a little devilish, he thought. He could do much worse. He could do better, too. But there was no fun in that. 

Yusuke stood up, and walked right up next to Akira, standing just where he was before. Akira gave him an innocent look; he was good at those, and it made Yusuke smile. Which was only more reason to get even better at them. Lying at interrogations was just an added bonus.

Yusuke was an all or nothing kind of guy. Akira knew this. So he wasn’t surprised when Yusuke cupped his face and leaned down, to give him a kiss, first on the cheek, then on the lips. Soft and sweet. Lovey and dovey. 

Akira was very unhappy to see that when they pulled away, a grand total of none of the paint had gotten onto Yusuke. A foiled plan. He wiped at his lips anyway. How rude, you mean to say he didn’t want second-hand (second… face?) paint on his mouth? Like some kind of moderately health conscious member of society? You drank paint water, Yusuke. You’ve eaten grass before, Yusuke! The thought made him chuckle.

“What is it?” Yusuke asked, sitting himself down on the bed. 

He probably wouldn’t appreciate the thought. “Nothing.” Akira fiddled with a piece of hair. “Did you get the picture you wanted?” 

The question made Yusuke beam. “Indeed. I took several. Adjustments do need to be made, however.” 

“That’s good.” He was glad Yusuke had become accustomed to editing digital photos. He was very against it at first, pretty much because he didn’t really understand what the editing was. Not like, photoshopping things in. Just things like saturation and lighting. This was another little hobby he’d picked up. He had never accidentally recreated Isaac Newton in Adobe, though. 

“I will most certainly show you the completed product.” 

“I’ll look forward to it,” Akira said. His nose itched. Not really in a sneezy way, but it was annoying him. He wanted to sniff, but he also didn’t exactly want to snort up Yusuke’s project. Yucky. “I think I want to wash this off, now.” 

“Ah, of course.” Yusuke moved to let Akira off the bed. He hovered there quietly as Akira got up, and followed him to the bathroom. 

Okay? “What’s up?” 

Yusuke pressed his lips together. “Oh. I simply wanted to help you. As a penance, perhaps.” 

Akira scoffed. “Strong word.” He didn’t mind Yusuke helping. He’d probably need it, or he’d give up halfway and finish by midnight. What wasn’t inherently tender about getting paint rubbed off your face. Ugh, and the peeling. It wasn’t a super great smell, either. He was gonna have such a look going on for this. Cute. 

They walked in. Akira turned on the light and readied himself for a face scrubbing. He wondered if there had been any that got in his hair. That would suck getting out. He looked in the mirror, his mind set on checking, and thoroughly surprised himself at his reflection. 

So the bird guess? He was kind of sort of close. 

He’d made his whole face very lightly blue. There were feathers painted around his eyes that very gracefully formed into wings bending out and upwards towards his forehead. Little patterns of flowers and leaves framed his face and fell in swooping designs. It was all done in different shades of blue, you had to really look at it to see all the detail. Except on his cheeks. In a thick gold sat long tears, layered on top of each other. They traveled all the way down to his chin. 

It was pretty. 

He wanted to touch it.

He pressed his fingers into his cheeks, and squished upwards. It was sticky, and it didn’t give way much. But the farther he went, the more it moved. It got on his hands. He was all smudgy now. This was incredible. 

He was also being watched. “I’m not sure that’s the most effective way.” Yusuke commented.

“I feel like,” Akira kept on squishing, “the slime in those stim videos.” 

He laughed lightly at that. “I suppose we do all experience art in our own ways.” 

Akira watched Yusuke absentmindedly through the mirrors reflection, while still giving his face a very blue massage. He grabbed a rag, and turned on warm water. He also took out a bottle from one of their cupboards. Yusuke had all sorts of painting things stored away, so it wasn’t all that surprising. Akira had found about eight bottles of acetone in Yusuke’s dorm room years ago. He remembered gaining a certain understanding of Yusuke’s budgeting problems.

He placed his materials down. “Will you be satisfied soon?” He asked, now watching him closely. 

Akira paused mid-squish. He looked at Yusuke from the corner of his eye. “You want to give it a try?” Why not. 

Yusuke blinked at him. And then visibly considered it.

“I’ve no reason to object, I suppose.” 

Double the squish. This probably could’ve gone fifty-fifty. Akira dragged his fingers off his face, careful not to touch anything. They didn’t need a blue bathroom too. He held his own hands, and let Yusuke reach over to him. 

Yusuke, who gave this a little more forethought than Akira had, removed his glasses first. Yeah, smart move. He couldn’t exactly wear them while they washed his face, anyway. He followed Yusuke’s hands as best he could when he put the glasses down, and followed them back up as he rested his palms on Akira’s face. 

He pressed inwards and held him there for a second, and then moved his palms farther up just past his cheekbones. It made Akira quietly giggle, just quick little exhales. It felt way weirder when someone else was doing it. Not that it hadn’t felt a bit weird when he’d done it himself. 

Yusuke was smiling too. Akira was very adamantly keeping his eyes open, which sometimes proved to be a challenge. He was gonna sit there and stare him down like this was the height of romance. 

Yusuke placed his thumbs on the crook of Akira jawline, and swiped with his fingers outwards on his cheeks. He stayed there. Akira leaned into it. “Having fun?” 

Yusuke tapped his fingers. “As much as you will let me.” 

Akira nestled himself farther into Yusuke’s hands. It scrunched his face up more. He felt so squashed. Now this was amore. He was the king of romance. 

It made Yusuke laugh, just a little. “You know, we are wasting water.” 

In reply, Akira (very masterfully) kept as blank as an expression as possible while giving him fish lips. 

That got a real laugh out of Yusuke, and he took his hands away. It was always nice to get laughs out of him. He didn’t used to often. That was, other than his occasional hearty chuckle when he was feeling an odd kind of inspired. Akira liked those ones, too.

Yusuke scrubbed his hands as well as he could in the water, and then wet down the rag. “Let us get to work, then.”

He was very gentle, wiping off big pieces and rinsing the rag whenever it got cold. Alright, this may have been better than Akira had anticipated. Yusuke was considerate and routined. Working through section after section, and making sure no water dribbled down onto his clothes. It was almost nice, even with the inevitable scrubbing that came with it. Yusuke picked up the mystery bottle. Akira gave it a look.

Yusuke had always been good at reading him. “It is coconut oil.” He unscrewed the cap. “Oils do well to get paint off of skin.” 

He made a little noise of understanding, and Yusuke went back to his work. It was less rough this time. He felt super greasy, though. He was pretty sure coconut oil was good for your face? Maybe this would turn out to be a miniature spa session. He wondered if Yusuke was any good at nail art. 

“Close your eyes, now,” said Yusuke. Akira was also pretty sure coconut oil was not good for the eyes. Just a wild guess. He did as he was asked, and Yusuke went to work, very careful on his eyelids. Very very careful around his eyes.

That reminded him. “I have a question.” 

Yusuke hardly hesitated. “Anything.” 

“Why was I crying?”

Yusuke stopped, just for a moment. “Ah,” A silence sat. “It was only that, in your rest… you simply seemed horribly melancholic.”

He sounded so sad. 

And Akira about choked. 

Yusuke retreated immediately. “Have I gotten some in your mouth? I am terribly sorry.” Understandable question, he’d made him start coughing like a maniac. 

He cleared his throat. He was fine, he was chill. “No, don’t worry. That’s not it.” He wiped around his eyes. Oil was kind of gross, actually. 

“Oh.” 

He should probably elaborate. Yusuke looked confused. “It’s just funny you say I looked sad.” He leaned down onto the counter. “I was dreaming about slugs.” Or, the everlasting woes of slugs, apparently. 

Yusuke paused. Processing, a little bit. “Slugs… you say?” 

Slugs… he said. “Yep.”

“Were they… causing you any discomfort?”

Akira shook his head. “They were just hanging out.”

Yusuke was obviously considering this. It made him smile too, of course, but he was certainly lost in thought. 

He’d come to his conclusion. “Perhaps they meant something more profound. The ways of the subconscious are ever mysterious.” He wet down the rag again, and poured more coconut oil. 

Did they need that much? “Maybe.” 

Apparently, they did. Less is more, but more is also more. He started up again, lightly scrubbing. “You know, due to ancient influences, a slug is considered to be more of a spiritual being than an earthly being. In symbolism, that is.”

“Is it now?” He’d known this would happen. Of course it would, it was Yusuke. He always kept little random pieces of knowledge about symbolic references in art and literature. 

Which, you know, was fine. He was happy to hear it. He was covered in paint and coconut oil, sure, but they were working on it. Sometimes, this was what your days were like. Lazy, and a little slimy. He hoped that his skin would glow like goddamn Polaris after this.

They’d fly down a list of topics, starting at one point and ending at another. Yusuke would lose himself in talking, and Akira would always love to listen. 

So, the morning ended the way it began. Feeling goopy.

And slugs. 

#hello no i did not forget about these!!!! im just slow #also sorry i am incapable of making things short and sweet #i mean it its kinda probably longer than these prompts are supposed to be;;;;;;; #but. whatever. #anyway!!! i hope u enjoy #ask #relationshipcrimes #my fics #my p5 fics

[hobisfavoritespritecan]

Tokyo ghoul characters head canons

Warnings: none

(I had a lot of fun writing these, so I'll probably make more with different fandoms)

Kaneki:

Actually extremely insecure before becoming a ghoul

Became more insecure after becoming a ghoul

Doubts Touka's love sometimes and needs a lot of attention every now and then

His goal was to read every book in Tokyo when he was 12

Secretly wants to dye his hair like Hide

Doesn't actually mind Tsukiyama's presence

Picked up a few hobbies when he was Haise

Likes to tell his daughter about all of the adventures he had minus the blood and gore

She gets really excited

Kaneki likes it when Touka makes his coffee; something about it is just different

Never forgot about Urie and the others even after he wasn't Haise

Wishes he could have created a better world for his daughter to live in, one where ghouls and investigators coexisted

Touka:

Wishes she would've helped Kaneki when she knew Rize was after him so he wouldn't have gone through so much pain

But also wishes she didn't because she likes the way things turned out after getting married to him and having the baby

Was scared of showing pregnancy pain around Kaneki because she didn't want him to carry anything else on his shoulders

Always thought of Nishiki as the brother Ayato was supposed to be

Never hated Ayato for joining Aogiri and ditching the family

Asks Hinami to babysit

Dyed her hair pink once and loved it but was too busy with work and ghouls that she was never able to so it again

Which is why she wears a pink wig with her rabbit mask

Ships Uta and Yomo

Forcibly gets them to hang out

Contemplated taking a dance class before she started working at Anteiku

Tsukiyama:

Actually thinks his crush on Kaneki is a secret

Thinks Kanae's death was his fault

Has Uta make all of his suits

His hair isn't naturally purple he just buys really expensive shampoo

once bought the same perfume Touka wore so that maybe Kaneki would finally notice him

He didn't

Touka prefers to take Shuu to go shopping with her instead of her college friends because he has way better fashion taste

Tsukiyama's favorite movie is that one Katy Perry biography

Cries Everytime he watches it

Prefers small dogs like Chihuahuas

Nishiki:

Thinks that if he wasn't a ghoul, his favorite food would be Spaghetti-O's

Actually a conspiracy theorist

His favorite color is burgundy

Wishes he could be best friends with Kaneki but he doesn't know how to approach him or make conversation

Loves the "I eat horse crap meme"

He's one of those weird people that don't break the KitKat apart and he just eats it whole

Likes cloud watching

He's a part of a cloud watching group that's for old people and he has a friend named Glenda that he met there

Wants to grow out his hair because then Kimi will play with it

Doesn't hate Anteiku but he wishes he could work somewhere closer to home

Thinks of Touka as a sister

He likes Joji and other sad boi music

Also ships Uta and Yomo

Ayato:

Regrets joining Aogiri and leaving his sister

Hated Yamori and made plans to kill him before Kaneki did

Helped out with the save Kaneki mission

Likes long walks on the beach and the feeling of sand and water between his toes

He paints his nails

He paints Hinami's nails

Sometimes when Hinami babysits Kaneki's daughter, Ayato paints her nails

So naturally Hinami got Ayato paints for Christmas and canvases

Ayato hangs up his artwork all over the house

Got rich off of selling his paintings

His favorite color is surprisingly pink

He won't admit it, but Hinami is the big spoon

Wants a ferret

Also very insecure

He likes listening to David Bowie

And dancing around the kitchen when he tries to cook

He can't cook

But he tries

Wants to travel to Germany

Partakes in a book exchange between him and Kaneki so that they can talk about them afterwords and learn to get closer

Knits scarves for everyone to show that he cares because this boy is so bad with words

Made one for Tsukiyama that was pink and glittery

Tsukiyama wears it everyday

Uta:

His favorite holiday is Halloween

Likes it when people ask him about his tattoos

Secretly reads yaoi

Also ships Uta and Yomo

Went to a pride festival once and realized he had absolutely no idea what his sexuality was

Touka is his favorite person

Besides from Yomo

Uta likes designer shoes

He often buys white shoes and then doodles tattoo ideas on them

Sometimes he takes his contacts off and wears his glasses because this boy cannot see

Likes to hand sew his masks because he feels it makes them more special and more durable

He likes flowers

Sometimes he listens to k-pop

He's an EXO stan

Is actually a really good actor

Believes in ghosts

Can cook really good pies it's his favorite hobby

Akira:

Used to work at a morgue

Her favorite candle scent is Vanilla

Had a crush on Amon the instant she saw him talking to her dead father

Plans on owning eight cats when she retires from the CCG

Plays Mystic Messenger

Takes Zen's route everytime

Prefers tea over coffee

Can handle ANY amount of gore and often times watches bloody gory movies with Amon because he CAN'T HANDLE THEM

It's so funny to her watching him whimper like a scared dog

Her favorite food is popcorn

Starbucks is life

Amon:

Not a big fan of alcohol

Idolized Mado

Christian

Likes Saltine crackers

Wishes Akira would stop making him watch bloody gory movies

Bought his tie from a yard sale

Still hadn't had "The Talk™"

Couldn't actually understand a word Kaneki said to him under his mask and just pretended he knew what was going on the whole time

His favorite weather is when it's really rainy and there's a fresh, earthy smell

Cries himself to sleep because he also plays Mystic Messenger and he took Jumin's route and got a bad ending

Was never a big fan of Shinohara

Likes Juuzou, though

Hates ghouls but he thinks their eyes are really cool

One of those gross people who eat the cantaloupe out of the fruit salads

Styles his hair with Elmer's glue

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Thanks for reading!!!

⚠️Gifs aren't mine⚠️

#headcanon #tokyo ghoul #kaneki ken #touka kirishima #ayato kirishima #nishiki nishio #akira mado #amon koutarou #tokyo ghoul:re #haise sasaki

[btsqualityy]

Amour Vincit Omnia / 13

Two Months Later / November 

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me,” Taehyung sighed dramatically as he threw himself down onto Akira’s bed.

“Stop being so fucking dramatic and get your ass off of my freshly washed laundry,” she scolded as she reached over and pushed his body over. “God, what the fuck have you been eating that’s made you this heavy?”

“It’s been you cooking for me,” Taehyung huffed as he moved off of her clothes, settling on the small sliver of her bed that wasn’t occupied by the clothes that she planned on packing. “And I also work out, so I’m gaining weight and muscle.”

“I don’t like it,” she said as she unzipped her suitcase, beginning to pick up pieces of clothing and folding them up.

“Yeah, right. I don’t hear you saying that when I pick you up and hold you against the wall as I fuck you.”

“Ok, could you not?” She laughed as she started packing her suitcase.

“No but really, why do you have to leave me?” He pouted, making Akira laugh and shake her head.

“I’m only going back to Michigan for the weekend to spend Thanksgiving with my family,” she reiterated. “It’ll fly by before you know it.”

“Ugh, I guess,” he huffed. “I’ll just stay here in the city, cuddling my pillow to sleep instead of your warm, supple body.”

“Why don’t you spend it with the boys?”

“They’re all going home to Korea to see their families since it’s the long weekend,” Taehyung explained and she looked up at him, not having known that particular piece of information.

“Oh, you really are going to be by yourself then,” she pouted, throwing down the shirt that she had been folding before crawling onto the bed. She crawled over to Taehyung, settling next to him and he automatically wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t wanna leave you by yourself baby.”

“It’s only four days Akira, I’ll honestly be fine,” he said as he rolled his eyes playfully and Akira poked his side. It was silent for a few seconds before Akira gasped in realization.

“Come with me,” she suggested as she looked up at him and he chuckled in disbelief.

“You serious?”

“Yeah, why not?” She shrugged. “We’ve been dating for three months now, you won’t have to be alone for the weekend and my mom has been bugging me about getting to meet you for weeks now anyways.”

“Meeting the parents huh?” He hummed and Akira almost thought he was about to turn her down until a wide grin spread across his lips. “Ok, I’ll come.”

“Good,” Akira smiled, leaning up and kissing him softly. 

“Hey,” Taehyung said after they pulled away from each other. “Why don’t we take my private plane there?”

“Wait, you have a private plane?”

“Yeah, the flights to Korea are much better when you own the plane,” he chuckled. 

“God, I forget how filthy rich you are sometimes,” she giggled as she shook her head. “I’ve never been on a private plane before though.”

“Mile high club?” He teased with a wiggle of his eyebrows. 

“In your dreams Tae,” she laughed as she tapped his chin before moving away from him, making him pout as she went back over to continue packing her suitcase.

.....................

Akira could honestly get used to this. Her and Taehyung had driven to the airport together, gotten through security insanely fast, and were able to bypass the usual long line to board. Now, she was sitting next to Taehyung with a glass of champagne in her hands as they waited to be cleared for takeoff.

“Look at you,” Taehyung smirked as he looked over at her.

“What?” She chuckled.

“You look pretty comfortable,” he observed.

“I guess I could get used to having a pretty rich boyfriend,” she joked, making him laugh at her.

“Mr. Kim,” the flight attendant, who had introduced herself as Jaein when Akira and Taehyung boarded the plane, said as she stepped up to them. “We have been cleared for takeoff so please buckle your seat belts.”

“Ok, thank you,” Taehyung nodded and she walked away as Akira and Taehyung both strapped themselves in. A few minutes later, they both felt the plane taxi the runway before taking off, and it wasn’t long before the ‘fasten seat belts’ light switched off and Taehyung and Akira were free to move about the plane. Taehyung had decided to take this opportunity to get some work done, since being out of the office on such short notice meant that there were a few loose ends that he needed to tie up. 

“Has anybody ever told you that your glasses make you look really mature?” Akira wondered as she looked over at him, her chin sat in her palm.

“No, I don’t think so,” he chuckled before looking up from his laptop and over at her. 

“They look good on you,” she nodded as she looked him up and down. “Sexy.”

“What do you want?” He asked, noticing that look in her eyes. 

“Why don’t you meet me in the bathroom and find out?” She whispered and Taehyung’s eyes widened slightly.

“You serious?”

“Very,” she cooed, reaching over and letting her hand ghost over the print of his dick in his jeans. “Wait five minutes,” she said before getting up out of her chair and walking towards the back of the plane. He bit his lip, already feeling himself grow semi hard as he painfully waited out the five minutes like she had instructed him to. When the time was finally up, he got up and all but ran to the bathroom that was in the back of the back. When he opened the door and stepped inside, she was sitting pretty on the sink, her legs cross over each other as she smirked at him.

“Mile high club?” She said and Taehyung chuckled to himself as she threw his line back at him. He walked over to her and stood in front of her, setting his hands down on the sink next to her.

“Mm, is this a treat for me?” He wondered and Akira uncrossed her legs to allow him to stand closer to her. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She teased and Taehyung pouted.

“Don’t get me all worked up like that and then act innocent,” he whined. “It’s not fair.”

“You’re such a big baby.”

“Your big baby,” he corrected her, leaning forward and brushing his lips up against hers. “Gonna take care of me?”

“Mm, yeah,” she nodded, puckering her lips and kissing him softly. She then put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him backwards a little in order for her to have room to jump down off of the sink. Once she did, she maneuvered the two of them so that Taehyung was the one leaning against the sink while she sunk down onto her knees in front of him.

“Fuck, you’re this hard already?” She gasped after she had undone and pulled down his jeans and underwear, and was lightly stroking his dick with one of her hands.

“You know how weak I am for you,” he chuckled deeply. “Hell, I’m hard a majority of the time that I’m with you.”

“I turn you on that much?” She wondered seriously as she looked up at him.

“Absolutely. How could I not be?” He said as he reached down and caressed her cheek. “You’re my pretty girl.” Akira smiled and then responded by licking a stripe along the underside of his dick, making him groan deep in his throat as he watched her. Once she reached the head of his cock, she wasted no time in putting him in her mouth and swallowing as much of him as she could.

“Holy,” Taehyung mumbled, letting his head fall back behind him as Akira bobbed her head on him. 

“Mm, nooo,” Akira whined after she took her mouth off him, bringing both of her hands up and using them to stroke him firmly. “Keep your eyes on me baby.”

“Akira,” he groaned, looking down at her and they maintained eye contact as she jerked him off.

“I wanna see you Tae,” she purred, biting her lip. “Wanna see you when I make you come.”

“You wanna see me come or do you just want a steady look of me in these glasses?” He questioned and Akira responded by squeezing him in her hands, making him hunch over as a moan escaped his lips.

“Don’t be a smart ass.”

“Ok, I’m sorry,” he apologized and Akira smirked before taking him back into her mouth. She continued on like that, sucking him firmly and stroking what she couldn’t put in her mouth while he tried his best not to come too soon.

“Fuck baby,” He muttered, reaching out and burying his hands in her curls. “You’re gonna make me come.” She then took him out of her mouth again with a pop, and then started to jerk him off quickly.

“Come on baby,” she goaded, looking up at him through her lashes. “Come on my tongue.” She then opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, and the mere sight of it had Taehyung’s dick twitching in her hands. With just a few more strokes, he came on her tongue, with a few strands of cum falling onto her chin as well.

“God,” Taehyung sighed heavily as he watched her swallow his cum. He then took his thumb and gathered the cum that had fallen onto her chin and she happily opened her mouth. He smirked as he stuck the digit into her mouth, his breath getting stuck in throat as she sucked his thumb the same way that she had just sucked his dick.

“Are you taken care of now baby?” She wondered after he had taken his thumb out of her mouth.

“Definitely,” he laughed with a nod before pulling his underwear and pants back up. “Thank you baby,” he smiled as Akira stood up straight and set her hands on his sides.

“No need to thank me Tae. You should be thanking these glasses,” she giggled as she tapped the edge of the glasses that he still had on. “They turned me on so much that I just had to suck your dick.”

“Well, thank you glasses,” he said before leaning down and kissing her. She moved her hands up and set them on the sides of his neck, moaning into his mouth.

“Shouldn’t we be heading back to our seats now?” She murmured against his lips.

“What about you though? I kind of wanted to return the favor.”

“I’m fine baby,” she said. “I did that because I wanted to, not because I was expecting something in return.”

“Hm, alright. I will be returning the favor though eventually, and I don’t care if we’re at your mom’s house either.”

“Yeah, ok. You’re saying that now but wait until you meet her,” Akira laughed. “Come on,” she said as she reached down and grabbed his hand, pulling him and leading him out of the bathroom and back towards the front of the plane.

#bts #bangtanarmynet #bts reactions #bts series #bts v #bts taehyung #taehyung x oc #v x oc #taehyung angst #taehyung smut #taehyung fluff #v smut #v angst #kim taehyung #v fluff #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #bts imagines #bts scenarios

[seadragonjade]

Chapter 1:A new team for a new beginning

     Note: So one of the characters has two nicknames which I use both of them. So if it annoys you, I am sorry but I’m using both because I want to and I feel like it's easier for me.

 BEEP...BEEP…BEEP...BE-"*Groans* Fuck" The alarm is still ringing as the young boy tryed to find it. "Make it sstop." Screech a bearded dragon who was in a little reptile tank with a heating lamp over it that was on. "What the hell do you think I'm doing, mate?" Said a green hair teen who was groaning at this point as he finally hit his BB-8 alarm clock.

Upon doing this his roommate/ best friend walked in. "Raise and shine sleeping beauties." Said the black haired boy as he put on his glasses. "We don't want to be late on our first day." He walked off as he pulled up his school uniform shirt. "*groans* Yeah...yeah." The green haired boy replied as he got up out of bed and walked over to his closet to grab his school summer uniform. "Jaden, are you going to leave me here or what?" 

"Can you wait until I put on my uniform, Draco?" He asked him as he put on his pants. "No." The bearded dragon said as he watched the dark white boy put on his shirt. "Really...you can be a brat at times, you know that?" He said as he took him out of the tank. "I know." Draco said with a smile, well what looked like a smile. Jaden sighed as he did the rest of what he needed to do to get ready. He walked out with his book bag and the bearded dragon in it. "You sure about bringing him? What if the home room teacher gets a panic attack from seeing it?" The black haired boy asked looking at Draco. "I see your point mate, but what else can we do." Jaden starts up. "What if we have a mission at school and besides Xander he's going to be hidden in my desk anyways. So he'll be fine as long as he stays hidden." 

        "Yeah, and when have I ever got out of his bag back at our old school?" Draco asked looking Xander in the eyes. "Fine but remember," He looks towards Jaden. "Keep him hidden. And” he points at Draco. "don't make any noise. It will be hard for us to pretend that we didn't hear anything." He tells them.

"Alright Xan." Jaden said. "Weird, usually you're the one giving leader like orders." Draco said as he looked at Jaden. He just rolls his eyes at the creature as they head off to their new school, Syujin Academy. They get on to a subway to their new school. 

*time skip* 

They finally made it to Syujin. "Woah. This place is kinda big." Draco said. "Shh and stay down till lunch, mate." Jaden tells Draco as he pushes the dragons head gently down back in his bag. Both boys shook their heads as they walked into the building. They look around for a bit looking for the principle. When they found his office they went inside. The principle looked up from the papers he was looking at. "Ah, you two must be the new students. Come in and sit down." He said to both of them." As they both took a seat the principle started up again. "So you two must be Jaden-Drake Etheren and Xander Auditore, correct?" They both nodded without really saying a word to him. "Awfully quiet but I understand since it's both of your first day of Syujin Academy." He told them with a smile.

Just then the door opened to reveal a girl in her summer school uniform walking in. "Ah, Ms. Niijima. You're just in time I was about to call you. Can you show Mr. Etheren and Mr. Auditore around the school and then take them both to their respected home rooms." He asked the girl. She nodded. "Of course. Please follow me, you two." They both got up and followed her out. "I'm Makoto Niijima and both of you are?" She asked them. "I'm Jaden-Drake Etheren, you can call me Jaden and or Drake, and this guy is Xander Auditore." Drake said to Makoto. "Well nice to meet you two. Well, let's get started."

They began to walk around and Makoto showed them the different classes. They were walking to the home room building when Jaden-Drake accidentally bumps into a tall black haired boy with messy hair and glass in his summer uniform. "S-sorry I didn't-" he began but got cut off by the boy. "It's fine. I should be the one to say sorry since I didn't see you." While talking to the boy, Draco popped his head out of Jaden's bag to see a black cat with blue eyes. They both stared into each other's eyes. Both sensing something familiar about one another while the humans carrying them walk away. "That boy had a cat in his bag but...something feels...strange about them.” Draco told Drake and Xander. “I can tell what you mean. That boy felt strange as well but I guess in a nice way.” Jaden said to them. “Agreed.” Xander said. After that Makoto walked them around some more then led them to their home room classes. First was Xander both him and Drake said their goodbyes. Then she leads him to his class. “If you have any questions you can always ask me.” she told him. He nodded and thanked her. He then walked into his room home and saw a young looking woman with a yellow shirt and blue jeans skirt and fluffy black short hair. 

“Oh, You must be our new student. I am your homeroom teacher Ms. Kawakami.” She said introducing herself to him. “Everyone calm down. This is our new student. Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?” She looked at him with a force smile. Um, is she okay? Jaden thought to himself. He shakes his head a little bit. “Um, Yeah...Well My name is Jade-Drake Etheren I go by either Jaden or Drake, it doesn’t really matter. I love to draw and do artsy stuff. I, uh, also love Japanese animation. They're really good in my opinion. I also love reading manga. That should be it. I hope that we can be good friends.” He finished off with a small smile.

“Alright, thank you for that. Go sit behind Akira Kurusu. Uh, Akira can you please stand so he knows where you sit.” Akira stood up as he nodded. Drake was a little surprised and kinda embarrassed as he saw who he was. The boy he had bumped into early when Makoto was showing him around. As he walked to his desk he gave the boy a small smile. Akira watches him the whole time as he sits down. He turns around when the teacher starts back teaching. As soon as he settled down in his seat he passed out due to the lack of sleep.

*time skip: lunch time*

    As their last period before lunch ended, hungry students filed out of their classes and into the cafeteria to get their food or take out their lunches and sit down with their friends to talk. Drake slowly walked up to the cafeteria with a nervous expression since he hadn’t been in a school cafeteria in almost a year cause his old high school had an open lunch period. “Nervous much Drake?” said Xander walking up to him. “What? Oh, yeah.” They walked in and found a table away from a lot of the nosey students but close enough to people they’ll soon meet. As soon as they sat down at their seats and take out their lunches, Jaden asks them. “So do you think there is someone at this school that has a distorted desire?” “Probably, however it could be difficult for us to find one. We can’t just fiddle around the Matenav.” Xander explains to him. “That’s true” Draco sighs out while eating dumplings Jaden had made for him the previous night. Jaden thinks for a moment before he suddenly remembers something important. “Wait, I know who would have a distorted desire.” He states with a smile on his face. “You do?”Both Draco and Xander said in surprise. 

    “YEAH. MY DICK BAG RELATIVE. JONATHAN BRADEMIRE!!!” He yells in a medium tone without realizing that, like perusal. What he didn’t know was that there was a group of people who heard this and their leader turned his head to see the green haired boy standing up looking happy...well what he could tell since he can only see the back of his head. Xander shakes his head trying to signal Drake that there are people watching him. He looks down and sees this then sits down in embarrassment. “Okay so now that we have the person we just need to find him. Thankfully I just know where he is.” Drake tells the other two. Nodding they go back to eating and go talking about their classes with Jaden earning a scowling from Xander for sleeping in his homeroom on their first day unaware that they were still being watched. 

*time skip after school*

    The trio walked to a giant ancient looking museum. Upon entaining they all were very surprised by the inside. The inside held the most beautiful paintings, statues, and other artworks that have been kept by the man who, for over the years, that he has stolen from others and has profited. Jaden-Drake looked around and sighed. I knew he wouldn’t put that painting up. I'm so dumb. “What painting are you talking about? Is it a baby photo?” Xander asks, looking at him. Drake turned around and looked at him. “What? Oh, Kinda. It’s a family painting that he really did paint just when I was a baby for me as a gift for when I got older. My dad explained to me that he never gave it to us and that he found out that he was stealing others paintings and selling them.” He sighed out while looking at a painting of a knight. Xander then started to look around the room. “Are you using that eagle sense of yours again?” Drake asked him. “You always have a weird glance in your eyes and that mask of yours doesn’t help it.” Xander just glanced over at him. “I know but if it’s important to you then we got to find it.” he told him. “Alright but we’ll get it back when we change his heart, come on let’s get into the metaverse.”  The trio didn’t notice a group of six walking in, due to their conversation. Both groups say what they needed to get into the metaverse without noticing each other. The palace looked like an old medieval castle. It had paintings and statues of Jonathan and the people he once considered beloved everywhere. 

     “Huh, I didn’t expect this.” Drake said. The three of them looked up to see a painting of him as a toddler dressed in princely attire.

“I wonder if this is how he views you.” Xander said. “Yeah.” Draco agreed with him. “*sigh* Maybe.” Jaden saids. All of a sudden they hear voices coming from down the hallway. It didn’t sound like any of the mini bosses or the hinch men. “What the?” Draco said in confusion. The voices got closer and they got into their fighting positions just in case they were foes not friends. They got closer to reveal a group of five humans and one humanoid cat all in different matevese suits. Jaden and Xander look at each other before the group finally notices them. “Who-” Before Jaden can finish that the cat interrupted him. He looked at the boy with black messy hair. Which Jaden could tell it was like the boy he met early today and had that strange feeling with. The cat looked at him and askes. “Are these guys? Could they be friend or are they foe?” Looking up the group saw what the strange talking cat was talking about. Confused but a little bit scared Jaden puts his sword down on the ground then puts his hands up signaling his peace as he slowly rises from the ground. “Friends. Trust me.” Everyone just looked at him a bit confused. Getting out of his confused state Xander raises his hands as well. However, as a precaution the blades are concealed ready to attack.

    Draco follows them by dropping his axe and raising his hands. But notices something odd about the black masked feline. “We’re not going to hurt you guys, We’re just here for someone’s heart to change it. That’s it.” Drake explains to them. “And how do we not know you're lying. You could be someone ready to destroy us or the distortion hinch men.” The girl that had a metal looking mask said to them. Drake gave them a WTF look. “...Okay first we don’t even know who you guys are. Second, why in the hell would we kill people that we barely just meet today mind you. Also how do you think we got in here without saying the requirements needed. I mean you can follow the person in but we didn’t really see you until now. And how do we know you aren’t going to do the same thing.” He said. “I...I don’t think they are..something about the blue eyed feline feels familiar.” Draco said to the two humans he knew. “You guys seem to be rather recognizable, Makoto Niijma. My vision is quite useful in identifying people.” Xander told them. “H-how in the effin’ hell?” The boy with spiky blond hair with a skull masked explained. “For someone who pretty vulgar I didn’t expect you not to say fuck. Ryuji Sakamoto.” Jaden said looking at Xander if that was correct. “He appears to be holding back his language.” Xander said looking at Jaden. “Like someone I should now.” “Hey! Anyways to answer your question, Him and I both got unique talents after we made contracts with our respected personas.” Jaden explains to the group. “That is quite interesting.” The bluenette boy with a japanese style fox mask. 

    “Thank you.” Jaden said with a smile. They all looked at each other trying to see if the other group would run or fight. Realizing that the situation wasn’t going anywhere Draco thought of something. “Wait! I got an idea.” He said. Everyone looked at him. “What if we all worked together.” He told them. They all looked at each. The black haired boy nodded in agreement. Suddenly they heard footsteps coming from the hall where the trios back faces it. When they turned around they saw three huge bodyguards like knights coming towards them. The knights were wearing what looked like a bodyguard’s uniform but had a more knightley apprentice. Right behind them was a man who was wearing a grown and a kingly outfit. Right in front of him was a toddler who looked just like the painting. They stopped as soon as they saw them. “Who are you and what are you doing in my castel?” The king asked the group. The group looked at each other. Most likely due not expecting to meet the main guy that fast. The black masked feline spoked up. “We are the Phantom thieves, come to take your heart.” He points to the group of six. Draco grabs his axs and spins around. “And we are the mysterious ones, the ones once called the hidden ones, we are groupless now but we come here to steal your heart so we can change what you have become.” The humanoid bearded dragon said. 

    The king took a good look at the three and sneered. “Weren’t you the group that was in America? What happened to the lot of ya?” he asked, having some idea what happened but not the full story. Drake looked at him with a serious expression on his face. “...That really ain’t any of you business. Just give us your treasure and we’ll be on our way.” he said in a serious tone. One that even surprised Xander. The poor nicely dressed boy from the painting looked very uncomfortable/ upset. He doesn’t seem to like the situation at all and is very scared. “Agreed it is none of your concern.” Xander said to the king. Drake could see the little toddler and he in a way understands how he feels. He used to be just like him. Love Jonathon without a care in the world till he found out he had stolen others works of art for himself and claimed it. He sighed to himself as he tries to regain himself before anyone sees. Unfortunately the black messy hair leader saw him and walked up to him. The boy can tell who he is just by the hair color. “Uh, Jaden-Drake are you alright? You don’t seem as calm just like you were a few moments ago. You seem more uncomfortable.” The boy said while putting a hand on the shorter boy’s shoulder and looked at him with a concerned look. “What? Oh, yeah Akira I’m fine. Just wish I didn’t have to deal with this right now since I just transferred here in all. Also like I already said you don’t have to call me by my full first name” He tells Akira. Wish more and more for the infiltration to end so they can do the rest the next day. 

    Getting back to his zone Drake bent down and grabbed his sword. Swiftly pointing and the shadow regaining his serious expression. Surprised with his action the king chuckled. “I know who you are now. It should have been obvious from the start.” The Shadow began. “It’s nice seeing you again, Jaden-Drake. My little nephew.” He points at Jaden with a smug look on his face. Most of the whole group looked and the two. Jaden looked around trying to find a way out of the situation. While they were busy no one noticed that Xander was missing, He decided to sneak around trying to find the treasure. 

-To be continued-

Words: 3009

Posted 3/23/2020

#persona #persona 5 #persona fanfiction #persona oc #akira kurusu #morgana #makoto niijima

[sage-nebula]

Astral Chain - Howard Twins Headcanons

As I usually do when I play video games, I came up with headcanons and fleshed out the narrative / scenes in my head as I played through Astral Chain. I’m thinking about putting all of those ideas into a fic that’s something of a novelization of the story (albeit with some canon divergences, deeper explorations of relationships, and lots of flashbacks to the past), but until I do that, I figured I’d jot down some headcanons I have for the twins that would absolutely play into anything I decided to write for them, both serious and trivial.

With that said . . .

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Their names are Maki and Akira. Maki is the girl, Akira is the boy.

Max is the one who named them, because their father was nowhere to be seen when he found them, and their mother redshifted into an aberration minutes after they were born. That said, it took him a while to come up with names for them; for the first week and a half he referred to them as “Girl Baby” and “Boy Baby” respectively.

That said, he did put legitimate thought into their names. When he got a chance he went through baby name sites to try to find Japanese names, and ultimately picked their names based on what they (the twins) meant to him. He chose “Akira” because the site he found said it meant “shining; bright.” He chose “Maki” because the site he found said it meant “truth; hope.” He later learned that Japanese names can mean many different things depending on the kanji chosen for them (and that he hadn’t chosen any kanji at all because he couldn’t read it), but he decided to keep the names anyway because he liked the sound of them, particularly since they subtly matched (Maki, Akira).

He actually doesn’t know which one was born first, but just decided it was Maki after being asked one too many times by strangers and flipping a coin to decide on an answer.

Maki’s hair is naturally light bluish-silver, and her eyes are naturally purple. No one knows if this is due to genes on one parent’s side or another, or if this is due to the red matter she and Akira soaked up while in the womb. Max would rather smash skulls than let scientists find out.

Maki is also naturally near-sighted, which gives way to needing vision correction. She usually wears glasses, but does have a pair of brown contacts---the same color as Akira’s---that she uses sometimes as well. She used these and black hair dye when she took the police academy entrance exams to make a better impression on those testing her, not wanting to be looked upon as a delinquent and have that affect her scores. Once accepted, she went back to her natural hair color / showed her natural eye color, knowing they couldn’t (or rather, wouldn’t) exactly boot her out so long as she kept her performance up.

Akira’s eyesight is perfect, as are his other senses. Darker hair and eyes also speak to dominant genes. These things always made Akira subconsciously think he was stronger than his sister, which is part of what caused such a shock to his system when she could fully control her Legion while he lost control of his.

On a lighter note, Maki and Akira have always considered the other to be their best friend, and were always open and unashamed about this fact. Obviously, things took a turn for the very strained and bad once they both came to Neuron.

That said, when they fought, they fought; neither has ever held anything back from each other and shouting matches could get intense. They always forgave each other, but there were times when Max had to separate them for his own sanity and eardrums.

Like most people, Akira cried when he was born. Maki did not. In his defense, Akira was also nearly killed by his aberration mother shortly after being born, so.

To that end, Akira has always been something of an easy crier, as well as loudly expressive of his emotions. Maki cries less easily, and is quieter about how she feels, though no less expressive if you look at her (and even with how quiet she is, she can be pushed---see the reference to the shouting matches above). 

Akira is more impulsive, whereas Maki takes more time to think. However, Akira places far more importance in following rules and regulations, whereas Maki prefers to ask forgiveness rather than permission (and even then, does not always ask forgiveness if she doesn’t care whether the other person forgives her or not; this is the case with Yoseph after everything in Zone 09 and how she’s thrown in jail, for instance).

To that end, while Maki does look up to and respect Max a great deal, she didn’t feel it was strictly necessary to become a cop to save people, and signed up partially because Akira was signing up and she wanted to watch out for him as his partner on the field. This is why she goes along with things like trying to fight a chimera even though Max said not to (because she doesn’t want Akira to get hurt / killed), and also why she doesn’t really mind being a fugitive once Yoseph declares her one.

Maki’s favorite colors are blue and purple; Akira’s favorite color is red; and Max’s favorite color is green.

Maki is asexual with an ambiguous romantic orientation; she doesn’t think gender really plays a part in who she develops feelings for at all, but she does develop feelings for Hal and he’s a cyborg who interacts with her through a drone 99.9% of the time, so. There’s that.

Akira is gay, but he’s been so laser-focused on becoming an officer for so long that he’s never realized / recognized his attraction to anyone before, much less thought about a relationship. When he does develop a crush on someone, he’s caught so off-guard and becomes so flustered that he’s more likely to pull a “get out of my precinct” than anything else. When Maki notices, she tries to help him be less of a disaster about it (and when he realizes that’s what she’s doing, he points out that she’s dating a cyborg who interacts with her primarily through drone and so she’s not exactly an expert on this, which is when she points out that he just told his crush to get out of HQ via handwritten note, which is when Olive overhears this and decides to give both of the disasters some guidance (”or,” she says, “at least Akira, because at least he’s got better taste than Hal”).

While Akira is more impulsive, Maki is the one more likely to jump to practical violence faster, e.g. knocking out guards instead of trying to sneak past them, punching someone in the face for making fun of her brother when they were younger, et cetera. Part of this can be seen in how Akira prefers to fight from a distance with ammunition, whereas Maki prefers to get up close and personal to hit things.

Once they became officers, Alicia made a comment along the lines of, “Guess your sister prefers the short staff because of her eyesight, huh?” to Akira, to which he replied, “I think she just likes to hit things and get it over with.” Later, when Alicia brought up her theory to Maki (saying she’d mentioned it to Akira), Maki shrugged and said, “Eh, I just like to hit things and get it over with.” Akira’s grin was so smug.

Maki loves ice cream; it’s a huge vice and weakness. Akira prefers cake, and keeps little snack cakes in his locker at HQ.

Consequently, their birthday cakes were always ice cream cakes.

Although they’re not identical and couldn’t pass for one another, they used to always swap and wear each other’s clothes growing up, and even now that they’re adults Maki still has no qualms about “borrowing” one of Akira’s sweatshirts or jackets (and he really doesn’t care if she does).

Max took extra care to never make one of them think the other was the favorite. Whenever he praised one for something, he found something else to praise the other for, and so forth. Any time it seemed like there might be a hint of competition for his attention or affection between them, he shut it down real quick by giving attention and affection to both at the same time.

Akira was always quietly envious of Maki’s ability to seemingly always remain cool and level-headed in tense situations; Maki was always quietly envious of Akira’s ability to quickly be open with and befriend strangers.

Akira is very ticklish in his sides and whenever he would get too wrapped up in trying to appear mature and Definitely Ready to Save the World, Maki would tickle him there to bring him back down to earth. Obviously, it wasn’t really possible to fix things this way once they got to Neuron.

When they were kids and Max had them out shopping or for errands and they’d get too rambunctious, he’d tell them, “stealth mode, eyes up.” Thinking this was part of Hero Training™, they’d serious up very quick and be much more manageable for the rest of the trip.

“Eyes up” is the Howard way of saying, “stay safe; take care” whenever separating.

Maki tries to keep Akira out of (life-threatening) danger; Akira tries to keep Maki out of (serious) trouble. As demonstrated by everything that happens once they join Neuron, both tend to be rather bad at their self-appointed tasks.

While Maki would punch those who teased Akira in the face when they were children, Akira took a more passive-aggressive approach to dealing with those who would tease Maki. He would stand up for her in person, generally, telling the other kid to back off---but then he’d also pay close attention to them so that the moment they did something wrong, he’d get them caught by the teacher (or principal, or whoever) so they’d get in trouble.

They shared a room for many years growing up. Max got a bigger place so they could have separate rooms once they hit their teenage years, but on nights when Max would be out very late working, both twins would end up sleeping on opposite ends of the couch together anyway, Maki’s legs up over the back while Akira’s were spread out across the coffee table, both because they’d tried to wait up for him, and because they felt less anxious about his safety if they were near each other.

Once they were old enough to use things like the microwave, stove, or even oven without burning the house down, Akira and Maki worked together took cook dinner (or breakfast, or whatever) for Max on his birthday. On Father’s Day, they always pooled their allowances to get him a mutual gift. (They would hand make him cards, and Max saved each and every one in a photo album.)

Each year on their birthday, they played a game of trying to guess what the other got them. By the time they hit Neuron, their scores are about even.

When they were in school, if one of them got detention, the other would do something wrong so they’d be in detention together after school. For instance, once Maki got detention for pouring her soup over a boy who was harassing another girl in the lunch room, so Akira landed himself in the same detention by looking a teacher straight in the eye as he knocked their coffee mug off their desk and onto the floor, and then not even saying sorry after. (He bought them a new mug two days later.)

Akira is a horrible liar, and he doesn’t make a habit of trying, but he’d often try to if it meant covering for his sister, which would usually go something like: “I think your sister did [this wrong thing].” “I don’t know, I don’t know her.” “You don’t know your sister??”  Maki is only slightly better because she usually shuts her mouth and refuses to talk at all.

One time when Jin was babysitting he took the twins out for a day of fun, and at one point they decided (without asking) to play hide-and-seek with him. At first their hiding spaces were pretty obvious to him, though he pretneded they weren’t, but then somehow they managed to slip away and he, however briefly, lost them and panicked because he knew that he’d be dead before he had a chance to make a will if Max found out. Fortunately, he found the twins before then.

Another time when they were kids, they decided to give each other haircuts. When Max saw them, he laughed so hard he cried, and took pictures. The twins, fortunately, were too young to be embarrassed.

#astral chain #maximilian howard #akira howard #maki howard #astral chain spoilers #ac spoilers #ok that's enough for now #i'm so sad at the ending this family got THEY DESERVED HAPPINESS #maybe if i novelize it i can do something slightly better #because that clone bit . . . it's too sad for words #but anyway Akira has lying skills on par with Miles Morales and you will pry that from my cold dead hands

[princiere]

*Kicks in door* 1, 5, 9, 12, 22, 27 and 29? Sorry there's so many, I have 0 self control. :)

oh dont worry, the more questions the better >:3c I love to go apeshit abt my bf hfjdhg

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop?

Oh it's absolutely Akira that rocks the seat. He'll only do it once, just to make sure I'm not zoned out, and he'll laugh at first before feeling kinda bad because of how much I started to panic

He's too good at getting me to forgive him right away

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

Akira. But not against his will. He figures that even if he's still upset with me or not, he'll still give me space while I sleep. Plus, he knows how much difficulty I have with sleeping in places I'm not used to sleeping in, so even when he's angry, he'll still recognize that making me sleep anywhere else while in a bad mental state will do way more damage than necessary.

Also, neither of us think that sleeping on the couch means that person "lost the argument" or something. It's just a way to give each other space.

Bonus: Nearly every time, I'll come wake him up in the middle of the night and ask him to come back to bed. I can't stay mad at him for very long

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

I'm the one that wakes him up. I know I'm gonna forget if I don't say something, and Akira doesn't mind. He likes to hear what's going on in my head, and think about what other crazy things I must be imagining if I had a dream like that.

Unfortunately, we both have nightmares pretty often, but Akira ends up having more due to what he's been put through. He'll have nightmares about being sent away again just for trying to protect someone, or being put through The interrogation again.

Akira doesn't ask me to sing every time his nightmares wake us up, but when he does, he'll hold me as close as physically possible and press his ear against my chest, to listen to both my voice and my heartbeat. It helps him feel more grounded, and reminds him that yes, I'm right there with him, and I'm not going anywhere.

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen?

Honestly, neither of us. We're both too mindful of keeping the place at least decently clean that food fights just sound more like a pain in the ass.

Now the other Phantom Thieves, well...it's a different story, so one of us ends up being in charge of cooking while the other distracts the Problem Children so they don't take advantage of any stray food. The only ones we don't worry about getting involved or starting anything is Makoto and Haru.

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day?

lmao me

What do you expect, trying to sext someone that struggles to be verbally intimate half the time? If Akira's lucky and catches me in a more assertive mood, then it's a bit better, but for the most part my response to any sexting is usually keysmashing. Akira will have to call me if he wants any coherent answers, and they're usually not much better lmao

As for the encouraging messages, Akira's the one that sends them. He never really expects me to respond, especially if I'm at work, and he knows how my mind thinks, so he knows I could use the positive reinforcement.

Unfortunately, he can't send anything while he's busy with Phantom Thief business, given phones don't work in the Metaverse, so he'll send me a text saying he'll be "busy" for a while before going, and that he knows I'll do great at work and that he loves me.

'Dinner's also ready at home, since I know you'll be out of work soon. See you tonight, love♡'

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

Ofc I'm the one that gets take out. I have my cravings, and I have no self control, no I don't care that we have leftovers in the fridge they aren't specifically McD's fries get off my dick babe

As for the second question, it's actually neither of us. Akira expected me to be scared of the dark, given how much light I leave on while I sleep, but it's actually long amounts of time in the dark that I have a problem with. If I just need to go get something real quick, I'll walk in pitch black darkness if it means I won't be in it for very long.

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

In the real world, neither of us. Akira might do something stupid if his charm is high enough but his proficiency isn't, but it's never something that some bandaging or an ice pack can't handle.

In the Metaverse, however, it's obviously Akira that gets himself fucked up. It's like his ego expands three times its size while he's Joker, so of course he's gonna try to do cool stunts to impress me. They usually go pretty well, but when he does fail, o o f does he fail hard. It'll end up attracting nearby shadows, and we get ambushed.

The others know I'll take care of Joker, given he took the most damage, but goddamnit are they getting tired of his shenanigans quickly. He'll even have the audacity to ask me to "kiss it better" as I'm healing him in the nearby saferoom.

I still do but like,, the others don't need to know that,,,

#answered #ultradumpsterwolf #p5 #akira kurusu/ren amamiya #f/o #fictional other #self shipping #self ship community #self ship #long post

[matriarchofthehhc]

Trouble for Darius

A Longmire mpreg fic by Charlotte Crema

(ok, don’t @ me for this. I know that Darius is a villain on Longmire...but...his character is just so overlooked and he doesn’t really have many scenes on longmire so I thought maybe I’d give him a little extra depth. (and torture him in the process) I was originally going to have it that he has quads...but....I just sorta scrapped that idea and went with one baby instead of four.)

Three weeks. Three weeks and yet his stomach bug showed no signs of clearing up. This was making Darius pretty nervous. He had a niggling suspicion he knew what it may be but....no.....he couldn't be.....right?! “Darius! I don’t pay you to space out on the job! Snap out of it!” He blinked. Somehow whenever he got deep in thought Malachi’s voice brought him to clarity. “Sorry, boss.” he murmured. “Don’t apologize.” Malachi snorted, “Just get to work. I’ll be in the back.” Darius sighed, rolling his eyes as he got behind the bar. He usually didn’t work as a bartender at the red pony, but they were understaffed today so he didn’t have much choice. “Hey. You don’t look too good.” Eric said, nudging Darius gently, “You ok?” He nodded. “Just something I ate.” he muttered. “You’ve said that for three weeks now.” she said, giving him a look, “D, if you need to borrow a test from my bag just say something.” Darius turned pale. “W-wait...how did you…” “You forget my other job is at Cassie’s clinic.” Eric said, sighing, “As for the pregnancy tests, they’re not for me. I just carry them around for some stupid reason.” “They’re Sam’s, aren’t they?” he asked. She nodded. “Although, since I am eighteen with a boyfriend it helps to carry one or two around myself.” Eric replied. “Can…can I borrow one?” Darius asked. She nodded, handing him the box from her bag. He nodded his thanks and ran off to the bathroom.

“FUCK!” he cried, slamming his fist against the stall door. Positive. The test was a fucking positive. Fucking ducky. He threw out the pregnancy test, went to the sink, and splashed some cool water on his face. Fuck...he couldn’t be pregnant. He just couldn’t. Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door. “Hey Darius?” Eric called softly, “Can I come in?” “Y-yeah…” he replied softly. He could feel his chest tighten slightly and a lump rising in his throat. What was he gonna do? How would he be able to take care of a baby with such a dangerous job? The gentle touch of Eric’s hand on his back made him jolt a bit. “Easy now, slick. It’s ok.” she said, gently rubbing his back, “The test was positive, wasn’t it?” He nodded, biting his lip as he tried to fight back tears. “Hey.” Eric said, opening her arms, “C’mere.” Darius gladly lets Eric hug him. He hates to admit it, but he kinda needed a good hug.

“Hey...Eric?” Eric was busy cleaning the last of the whiskey glasses but  she turned around to look up at Darius anyway. “What’s up?” she asked. Darius bit his lip. “Um…would you mind if I stayed at your apartment tonight?” he asked, “I lost the keys to my place so I’m waiting to get a new set cut.” Eric smiled. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

Once they got off work, Eric drove Darius to her apartment. “I’m gonna have to apologize ahead of time...I have a roommate and she’s not very tidy.” she said as they walked up the stairs to her floor. “I don’t mind.” Darius replied, “As long as she isn’t some man-hating psycho I think we’ll be ok.” “You say that now…” she muttered.

As soon as they went inside the apartment they were attacked by the sound of M.I.A blaring and a mushroom cloud of marijuana smoke. “Um...I may have forgotten to mention she’s a pot dealer…” Darius groaned and rubbed his temples. “It’s fine. I’ve dealt with worse.” he said, “It’d be nice if she turned the music down, though.” When they walked into the living room, there was Sam; sitting on the couch, puffing a joint and belting out the lyrics to “Borders” by M.I.A at the top of her lungs. “Guns blows doors to the system, yeah, fuck ‘em when we say we not with them! We’re solid and we don’t need to kick them! This is north, south, east, and western! Guns blows doors to the system, yeah, fuck ‘em when we say we not with them! We’re solid and we don’t need to kick them! This is north, south, east and- AAAAAH!” Sam nearly fell right off the couch when she saw Darius standing right in front of her. “Hi, Sam.” Eric said with a sigh. “JEEZIS H CHRIST ON HORSEBACK WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?!” Sam cried, her eyes as big as Saturn’s rings. Eric sighed and shook her head. “Sam, this is Darius. I work with him at the Red Pony.” she said, “He’ll be staying here for a day or so while he waits to get a new set of keys cut for his house.” “Nice to meet you.” Darius said, extending his hand to her. Instead of shaking Darius’ hand, Sam put out her joint, moved closer to Darius, and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his belly. “Uh…what are you-” “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” Sam said, “About six weeks pregnant, I think?” “W-wait…” Darius said, “How did you know that?” “Your aura.” Sam replied without blinking. Oh boy...Darius knew he was in for an interesting experience.

Eric had set Darius up in her room for the night, insisting that she’d rather sleep in Sam’s room since Sam doesn’t use it anyway. Darius said he’d be perfectly fine sleeping in Sam’s room or on the couch...but then again, you don’t really argue with Soaring Hawks. They’re a stubborn bunch. As soon as he had settled into the covers, he felt someone crawl in beside him. “Eric?” Eric had tears in her eyes as she curled up close to Darius. “Henry messaged me. The court moved Nani’s parole hearing.” she whimpered, “This is the fifth time they’ve done this.” “Why did they move Ryan’s hearing?” Darius asked. “I don’t know! They just keep putting it off!” Eric cried, “I’m betting Malachi’s behind it too. I know he knows Nani wants his head on a plate.” Darius bit his lip. Eric wasn’t wrong, Malachi was behind moving Ryan’s parole. He felt bad for her. Ryan Soaring Hawk was a good man who didn’t deserve prison. Darius had a deep respect for Ryan. To see Malachi toy with Ryan like this made his blood boil. “Hey. It’s gonna be ok, Eric.” he said, pulling her close, “They can’t keep moving it forever. They’ll have to parole him at some point. “When?! When he’s dead?!” she sobbed, “Because I bet that’s what Malachi wants!” Eric wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest, sobbing bitterly. “Eric, it’s gonna be ok.” Darius said, holding her close, “I’ll be honest with you, I don’t know HOW it’ll be ok...but it will.” Eric sniffled, snuggling closer to Darius and whimpering.

The next morning Darius and Eric were roused by the sound of Santigold playing from the living room and the smell of fresh coffee. “That would be Sam, wouldn’t it?” Darius groaned, rubbing his eyes. “Yup.” Eric replied, “Unlike us she’s a morning person.” “Oh god…” Darius said, chuckling, “This’ll be fun.” Once they stepped into the living room they were greeted with two plates stacked high with cinnamon toast. “I’m still cooking breakfast. This is just starters.” Sam said, “And I’m supposing you won’t want coffee, right Darius?” “Just a glass of orange juice will suit me fine.” he said, “But thanks anyway.”

After they ate, Darius went back to Eric’s room to get dressed. “Hey, Darius?” Eric said, sitting beside him as Darius pulled on a pair of jeans, “What are you gonna do with the baby, do you think?” Darius sighed. “I don’t know.” he replied, “But I don’t think I wanna get rid of it.” “Fair enough.” Eric said, “If you need any help, just ask me. You can call Cassie too if it concerns the baby.” Darius smiled and pulled Eric into his arms. “Thank you.” he said, nuzzling her.

It was now the three month mark for Darius and he was getting a little nervous. It was getting harder to hide the fact that he was pregnant under his usual shirts. He knew he’d have to get baggier clothing soon. It also didn’t help that Eric’s wacky roommate would stop by the Red Pony and sneak up on him so she could give him belly rubs. Eric promised him she’d take him shopping later that afternoon for some baggier shirts which was a relief.  He tensed a bit, however, when he heard that Sam would be tagging along with them.

Surprisingly, Sam was pretty well behaved in the mall. Well...except for when she practically yanked him and Eric into the only Uniqlo in Absaroka County because there was a huge sale on men’s shirts and many of them just so happened to have graphics from Akira and Fist of the North Star on them. She made sure that she got six t-shirts, three from both animes, in the largest size for Darius. He felt silly trying them on, but he had to admit they were comfortable. He wanted to pay for them himself, but Sam insisted on treating him. After their little detour, Sam split off to go browsing at Zara while Eric took Darius to J Crew and L L Bean to get him some button down shirts and maybe one or two pairs of pants. Afterwards, they all met up again at the Drunken Armadillo, Sam’s favorite spot, for lunch. Darius had never heard of this restaurant, so for him this was quite the treat.  After lunch, however, he got into a bit of an argument with Sam about paying the bill as she insisted that she pay for the entire meal.

They stopped off at Darius’ house to drop him off, but Eric decided she was gonna hang out with him for the night. All three of them knew it wasn’t necessary for her to do that...but when Eric’s made her mind up, you can’t really argue with her. They stayed up for a while chatting about Ryan, about work, and basically just about things in general. Eric had to admit...while she didn’t like that Darius worked for Malachi...he was pretty pleasant to talk to.

“Hey, D?” Darius was busy cleaning a few whiskey glasses when he felt someone tug on his sleeve. “What’s up, Eric?” he asked. “Do...um…..do you know who the baby’s father is?” Eric asked, “Just out of sheer curiosity and concern.” Darius shook his head. “Wish I knew, kiddo.” he said with a sigh. Eric nodded. “Fair enough.” she replied softly.

It was now four months into Darius’ pregnancy. The morning sickness had stopped which was a godsend for him, but now he noticed that he was starting to develop a bit of a baby bump. You could juuuuuust barely see it poking out against his usual button down shirts if you stared long enough. That worried him and made him extremely thankful that Eric and Sam had taken him shopping for a new wardrobe because he knew that as the months went on that little bump was gonna get harder and harder to hide.

Darius was going over finances on his laptop in Henry’s office when all of a sudden he felt a tiny thump against his stomach. He immediately jumped out of his seat and went to Eric, practically yanking her into the office. “Jeezis, D! What is wrong with you?!” she cried. “I think it kicked.” he said. Eric blinked. “W-wait…what?” “It kicked!” Darius said, “The baby kicked!” Eric’s eyes lit up. “C-can I?” Darius nodded, placing her hand on his belly. Eric smiled when she felt the tiny thump against her hand. She was practically aglow with excitement. “Uh…Eric? Are you ok?” Darius asked, “Your eyes are HUGE right now.” “Bweh?! Oh! Y-yeah! I’m fine! No worries! Heh…” Eric was blushing bright red at this point. “Y-you know Sam’s gonna be all over you when she finds out the baby’s kicking, right?” Darius groaned, rolling his eyes and nodding.

Eric couldn’t have been more right. He had decided to hang out with her at her apartment for the night so they could talk things over with Cassie . He now found that to be a BIG mistake. The whole time he was talking with Cassie, Sam was just curled up against him on the couch with her cheek pressed against him, nuzzling his belly. He just sighed and let her do so. He didn’t really mind all that much to be honest.

Six months in and now Darius was really beginning to show. He was glad he’d gone shopping with Eric and Sam to get new shirts so he could hide his bump...but he knew that even these wouldn’t be of much help when he hit 9 months. He just prayed that he’d be able to pull it off so that Malachi wouldn’t find out. He’d begun spending a lot more time with Sam and Eric over the past few weeks. It was hard to explain why...but he just felt more comfortable in the presence of women instead of his coworkers. It wasn’t for sexual reasons, mind you. Both Eric and Sam were much too young and he wasn’t stupid enough to take advantage of them like that. Besides, they had been so helpful these past six months. They were like sisters to him. He didn’t want to damage that.

Eight months down, one more to go. Even though Malachi was gone now and he’d basically gone into hiding, Darius still kept in touch with Sam and Eric. He’d nearly had a serious scare two months ago when he had been shot in the shoulder after Malachi was killed and he was nearly sent into an early labor. Luckily, Eric was able to talk some sense into Mathias and they took him to the hospital before anything bad could happen to him or the baby. He knew they’d gotten Ryan out of jail too. He was somewhat unsure of how he felt about that because Ryan Soaring Hawk seemed very intimidating to Darius. Yes, Ryan was Eric’s grandfather and he had a deep respect for the man…but he was still scared of him. He knew Ryan wasn’t exactly too happy with Walt for foiling his revenge plot against Malachi and he didn’t really wanna be on Ryan’s bad side. Suddenly, his phone rang. “Yeah?” he said, answering the call. “Darius, right?” a voice said on the other line, “This is Ryan. Mind if we talk?” Darius immediately turned pale. “Uh…..s-sure? I...uh…I can talk…” he stammered, swallowing hard. “Oh, good. I’m five minutes away from your place.” Ryan said, “Lemme hang up so I can drive.” OH...FUCK! Ryan Soaring Hawk knew where Darius fucking was?! Fuuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Shit what if Ryan wanted to kill him? He certainly couldn’t blame the man...but he was still scared nonetheless.

As soon as Ryan arrived at Darius’ house he knew something was up. When Darius let him in, there was an air of anxiety and fear the permeated his aura. “You ok?” he asked, looking up at Darius. “Huh?! Oh...um...y-yeah! I’m fine!” Darius stammered, “Nothing to worry about.” Ryan sighed. “Darius, if you’re intimidated by me just say so.” he said, “No need to creep around me like I’m a landmine.” Darius let out a sigh of relief. “I am so so sorry! I was thinking that you were gonna come here and exact revenge!” Ryan gave Darius a look. “What made you think that?” he asked. Darius swallowed hard. “Because I worked for Malachi and since Walt killed Malachi you’d want to exact your revenge another way?” Ryan shook his head with a snort. “Eh, not really. Kinda got over that, to be honest.” he said, “After Walt did Malachi in it just sorta seemed pointless.” Darius nodded but in his head he was still a bit nervous. Why WAS Ryan Soaring Hawk here, then? “Darius? Are you ok?” “Huh?! Uh…y-yeah! N-never better!” Ryan sighed. “You’re really THAT scared of me, aren’t you?” Darius looked down at the floor and nodded. “Why?! You haven’t done anything to me.” “W-well...I didn’t...but...my boss did...and...well…” “That was Malachi, though. Not you.” Ryan said, “And don’t think I haven’t heard from Eric about how helpful you’ve been to her.” “HUH?!” Darius cried, “Helpful?! I wasn’t helpful! I acted like an annoying older brother!” “So? There were times when you helped her.” Darius could feel his cheeks becoming flushed as he bit his lip and tried not to make eye contact with Ryan. “W-well yeah...but…” “But nothing.” Ryan said, “You were looking out for Eric and that means a lot to me. Thank you.” Darius stared at Ryan for a sec before blushing deep red. “Gaaah, what is it with you fucking Soaring Hawks?!” he cried, “You guys are weird!” Ryan let out a snort before bursting into laughter. “Runs in the family, I’m afraid.” he said.

For the next week or so Ryan and Eric would stop by and visit with Darius. Sam would come sometimes as well...but that was mostly to give Darius belly rubs and to cuddle on the couch. Not that he minded of course...but he did find it a little weird that she was so touchy-feely around him like that. Sam was 19 so it just seemed a little...well...inappropriate, sorta? He was old enough to be her dad! Eh...well...no. He wasn’t THAT old...but still.

It was only a few days before Darius’ due date and he was getting nervous. He was beginning to realize just how underprepared he was for raising a kid. Sure, he’d been reading books that Cassie gave him and all but he just didn’t feel like it was enough. He needed someone to help him. He felt  like kicking himself because he didn’t know who the father was and even if he did, he doubted they’d want to be involved. Luckily, there was Eric and Sam. They had been his rocks through the whole ordeal and he couldn’t thank them enough. He’d felt more comfortable around them than anyone else. Even going so far as letting them see him with his hair down. That was not something that Darius did often. He thought it looked unprofessional. He gave Eric special privileges with his hair, though. Only she was allowed to style it any way she saw fit. Nobody else was allowed to do so. Not even Sam. Only Eric’s nimble digits could touch his hair.

Two days before he was due, Darius was at Eric’s apartment. He had volunteered to be her guinea pig for a few new hair styles she’d found in a teen vogue magazine. Eric was halfway through her third attempt at a figure eight braid when all of a sudden, Darius felt a sharp pain in his lower back. It felt like somebody was pinching his spine with a lobster claw. He flinched and let out a soft groan. “You ok, Darius?” Eric asked, tying off what she already had braided and rubbing his back. He nodded. “Braxton hicks.” he said, “Nothing serious.” “You sure?” He nodded, taking Eric’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Definitely.”

Half an hour and two more attempts at a figure eight braid later and the pain wasn’t getting much better for Darius. By now it had spread throughout his entire pelvic region and it was hard for him to sit still. Luckily, Eric had already finished the braid so he didn’t have to worry about her re-doing it again. He tried not to show how ill at ease he was, but Eric could see right through him. “Darius…” she said, “Are you SURE it’s just braxton hicks contractions?” He nodded. “Don’t worry. I’m fine.” Eric gave him a look. “Ok…” she said, “But please tell me if they get worse, alright?” He nodded, biting his lip as the pain crept up on him again.

About an hour later the pains were only getting worse. Darius found himself burning a hole in the living room carpet the way he was pacing around Eric’s apartment. Every now and then he’d have to stop because he was getting too dizzy from pacing, but when he stopped it HURT. It got to the point where he would let out small, involuntary whimpers every time he stopped pacing. About two minutes later, mid-pace, he felt a gush of fluid soaking his jeans. Fuuuuuuck! “Uh..h-hey, Eric?” he said, his face pale, “Remember when you told me to tell you when things get worse?” “Yeah?” Eric said, coming out of the kitchen, “Why’d you-” She saw the puddle of water on the carpet and immediately she knew what was up. “Oh fuck…” she said, turning as pale as Darius. “Exactly.” he replied, “I think now would probably be a good time to call Cassie.” Eric nodded and went into the kitchen, using her landline to dial the clinic. While Eric was on the phone with Cassie, Darius was in a panic. He was gripping the arm of the couch, breathing through another contraction and telling himself everything was gonna be ok when really in his head he was a nervous wreck. As Eric drove him to the clinic, Darius could feel himself becoming more and more nervous by the minute. She held his hand the entire time, only letting go to shift gears in her car. Even when she let go, he’d hold on to her arm for dear life. Thank goodness Eric’s apartment was a fifteen minute ride away from the clinic otherwise he might’ve broken her hand if the contractions got any worse. “You’re gonna be ok, Darius.” Eric said, “Just hang in there.” As soon as they got to the clinic, Cassie was there to greet them at the door. She immediately took them to a nice suite with a garden terrace and a nice porch swing. Darius was glad that the terrace was there since he needed somewhere to pace about while he was in labor and the garden had a nice, peaceful atmosphere that was perfect for that. “I’ll let you two get settled and grab a pitcher of water.” Cassie said, “Don’t want Darius to get to dehydrated.” “Thanks Cass.” Eric said. “Thank y-aaaaaaaah fuck fuck fuck ow!” Darius was stopped mid sentence by another contraction. “Would you like me to get a yoga ball, too?” Cassie asked, “In case you get tired of pacing?” Daruis shook his head. “N-nope...I’m good.” he said, trying his best not to cry out in pain. Cassie looked concerned, but Eric mouthed to her that it’d be ok. And besides; there was the porch swing.

For the next two hours, Eric was with Darius out on the terrace, pacing about and letting him lean against her, holding her shoulders as she gently placed her hands on his hips and rocked from side to side while he breathed through another contraction. While they might not have always gotten along, Eric wanted to make sure she was there for Darius through his labor. It was the least she could do to pay him back for all the times he looked out for her. “Ooooooooh…ow…ow...owwww…….” Darius whined, trying his best to power through a rather intense contraction, “Eric…Eric I don’t think I can do this.” “Yes, you can! You’ve been doing so well so far!” Eric said, “C’mon, don’t lose hope.” Darius nodded, whimpering as he gripped tightly to her shoulders. An hour and a half later, Darius was still pacing with Eric when all of a sudden he was hit by the worst contraction he’d ever felt. He let out a scream, nearly falling to his knees as he doubled over in pain. Luckily, Eric was able to catch him. It kinda surprised Darius that Eric was so strong...but then again this was also the girl who beat the shit out of Malachi with just her fists so it wasn’t that surprising. “It’s gonna be ok, D. I got ya.” Eric said, helping him to the porch swing. Darius whimpered and held tight to Eric. “Hey, is everything ok out here?” Cassie asked, coming onto the terrace, “I was just about to come in and check on you guys! What happened?” “Darius had a REALLY strong contraction so I had to help him to the porch swing.” Eric said, gently rubbing Darius’ back. Cassie nodded. “Ok, let’s get him back inside and on the bed so I can check him.” She was about to help Eric get Darius off the swing, but Eric put her hand up and shook her head. “I got him. It’s ok.” she said, helping him up. “Damn, Eric!” Cassie said, “How strong ARE you?!” “She beat the shit outta Malachi. How strong do you th-AAAGH!” Darius was stopped mid-sentence by another powerful contraction. “Ok, let’s get you inside.” Cassie said, leading them towards the bed in the suite. 

As soon as they helped Darius out of his clothes (well...they did have a hospital gown for him but everything else they had to take off) and onto the bed, Cassie checked to see how dilated he was. “Damn, eight centimeters!” she said, “You dilate pretty fast, Darius!” He bit his lip and whimpered, trying his best to breath through another contraction. “You’re doing great, Darius. You got this.” Eric said. “I hope so…” he said.

For the next two and a half hours he was in sheer agony. The contractions had gotten painful enough that he couldn’t walk but he didn’t want to be sitting still either. Luckily, Eric had helped him come up with a solution where he could sit on the edge of the bed and hold onto her, rocking side to side as she rubbed his back. This was a pretty good system and it did take some of the edge off, but he still couldn’t help but feel so scared. Eric could feel how tense he was. It showed in how tightly he gripped her shoulders, in his silence, in the whimper he tried not to let escape from his lips...Darius was petrified and she could tell. “Hey, listen to me.” she said softly in his ear, “It’s gonna be ok, Darius. I’m here for you. I’m not gonna leave.” He pressed his forehead into Eric’s shoulder and let out a soft whine, gripping her tight as another contraction hit. “Shh...it’s ok. I got ya.” Eric said, gently rubbing Darius’ back as she placed a kiss on the back of his neck.

Twenty minutes later, Cassie came back in to check on Darius. As soon as she examined him she smiled. “Ok! Ten centimeters!” she said, “You ready?” Darius nodded, but both Eric and Cassie could tell he was terrified. “Hey, listen to me.” Cassie said, gently cupping Darius’ cheek, “It’s gonna be ok. It’ll be over before you know it.” He nodded, chewing at the inside of his cheek. Eric was by his side, holding his hand. “I’m not gonna let go, D. I’m right here.” she said, “I’m staying right here.” “Thanks, Eric.” Darius said, trying to give her a smile. “Ok. Are we all ready?” Cassie asked, putting on a pair of exam gloves. Darius nodded, giving Eric’s hand a gentle squeeze. Cassie smiled. “Alright, I want you to take a deep breath in and on the next contraction, push as hard as you can.” Darius nodded, inhaling deeply. As soon as he felt the next contraction rear its ugly head, he grit his teeth and bore down with all his might, fighting the urge to scream as he felt the head beginning to stretch open his cervix agonizingly slow. “Good, good, keep going!” Cassie said, “It’s starting to crown.” He let out a tiny whine as he kept pushing, holding Eric’s hand in a death  grip. “You’re doing great, Darius.” Eric said softly.

After a good five minutes, the head was halfway out. Darius felt like somebody lit a fire beneath him. He felt like he could pass out from the pain and he could feel himself trembling from the strain put on his body. “Eric...I...I can’t do this.” he whimpered. “Yes you can, Darius. You’re doing great so far.” Cassie said. He shook his head, tears filling his eyes. “I…I can’t! I don’t have any strength left!” “Darius, listen to me! You can! I know you can!” Eric cried, “You’ve still got strength in you, I know it! And if you don’t, you have mine and Cassie’s to partake from! Now is not the time to give up!” Cassie smiled. Eric had grown into such a strong young woman. She couldn’t be more proud. “Alright, Darius. Gimme a nice, deep, breath and push as hard as you can.” Darius bit his lip and nodded, taking a deep breath before bearing down with  a yelp. Tears were now freely flowing down his cheeks as he pushed as hard as he could. “You’re doing great, Darius.” Eric said softly, gently kissing his temple. “H-hurtsssss…” he whimpered. “I know, buddy. I know.” Cassie said, “Just one more push and the hard part’s over.” Darius bore down, letting out a whimper as the rest of the head stretched him wide. Only three minutes later it came out with a pop, making Darius gasp.  “Good job! The head’s out!” Cassie said, “Now just take a few deep breaths for me while I check for the cord.

As soon as Cassie slipped her finger under the baby’s chin, her brow furrowed. “Cass? W-what’s wrong?” Darius asked, “Is everything ok?” She bit her lip. “I’m gonna need you to bear with me for a bit longer, I’m afraid.” she said, “The cord is wrapped around the baby’s neck.” Oh god! This was what Darius was worried about! He could feel himself developing a cold sweat but a reassuring hand tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear calmed him down. “It’s ok, darius. Just take slow, deep breaths. Cassie knows what she’s doing.” Darius followed Eric’s instructions, but he was on edge the whole time. He prayed the baby would be ok… “Alright! The cord’s not around the baby’s neck anymore.” Cassie said after she slipped it off the baby’s neck and over its head, “Ready to start pushing again?” Darius nodded, taking a deep breath and squeezing Eric’s hand.

Pushing out the shoulders was a LOT more painful than Darius had expected, but once they were out, the rest of the baby’s body came pretty fast. Darius let out a sob of relief as he fell back against the pillows on the bed, breathing heavily. Only seconds later there was a cry. “Congrats, Darius! It’s a boy.” Cassie said, “Wanna meet him?” “Please?” Darius murmured, holding out his arms. Cassie handed him the tiny boy who instantly calmed down once placed in his father’s arms. “Hey there, kiddo…” he murmured, sniffling a little as tears continued to roll down his cheeks. “Hey, why are you still crying?” Eric asked, “He’s here! He’s ok!” “I...I know…” Darius said, “But...but he’s just so small and adorable…” Cassie let out a sigh and chuckled to herself, shaking her head. Too see a big scary guy like Darius turn into a puddle of goo at the sight of a newborn baby...it was pretty funny. “What do you wanna name him?” she asked, clamping the cord and cutting it. “Jesse.” Darius said, “I...I wanna name him Jesse...after my dad.” “That’s a great name.” Eric said with a smile, “I’m sure your dad would like that very much.” Darius nodded, giving a tiny smile. “Yeah...I’m sure he would.”

#longmire #god this thing took me so damn long #mpreg #darius #eric soaring hawk #cassie singing earth

[bring-forth-your-justice]

Can I request the reader reacting to jokers “death”? Since there was a chance the plan wouldn’t follow through and he could’ve actually have died, could you also include the readers reaction to seeing he’s ok? If that’s cool thank you!!

Sorry I took a while to write this! Anywho, it’s finally out, hope I didn’t make you wait too long! I know this one’s pretty short compared to the other one, but it’s really all I could come up with. Although I do have 2 other scenarios for the same request, except they don’t quite fit into the same context. One would be if the reader wasn’t a part of the pt, and one would be if Akira actually died. If you would actually want me to write for these scenarios, tell me.

It was as if time had slowed down. Your breath hitched in your throat, almost suffocating you in the process. Tears started pouring down your red cheeks, each one of them landing on the screen of your phone. The screen displayed a boy with wavy unkempt black hair and dark gray eyes, with a set of black glasses. In the boy’s arms was a smiling girl, the two were seemingly at a park surrounded by greenery and luscious trees. The photos delightful  ambience was in contrast to the dark, grim atmosphere surrounding you. The moonlight was blocked out by the heavy curtains on the living room window. The only source of light in room was being emitted by the flat screen. The tv showed some news broadcast station. The only thing they were covering tonight was the suicide of the leader of the infamous phantom Thieves. Unbeknownst to the public was his name, but you already knew who he was. You, yourself were a part of the phantom thieves. Akira Kurusu, your boyfriend, followed through with the plan that would ensure that the police was no longer on your trails. If they thought Akira was dead, they’d surely think that the team would split up as well. If this went as according to the plan, Akira would be out of the prison shortly, safe and sound. But as with every plan, there was always the chance of it failing. That thought alone brought you to tears. You held the phone close to your heart, while your other hand tried to muffle out your heart wrenching cries. The thought of losing someone who you loved so deeply, mortified you.

All you could think about was all the great times the two of you shared. Such as that one time on your birthday, you had left from your after school activity to be greeted by a coal black and crimson red envelope waiting by your bedside table. You could’ve only imagined how much effort it must’ve taken for Akira to sneak in here without being spotted by your parents. That envelope proceeded to take you on a treasure hunt around Shibuya, in search for the treasure; your boyfriend. The next clue was always delicately placed in a spot that you and Akira had gone on dates to, or places you enjoyed visiting. At the end of the long, but endearing, journey, stood Akira in a rose filled garden. In his hand, a heart-shaped box filled with your favourite chocolates, alongside a small, black, ribboned box that held who knows what. His other hand reached out for yours as you got closer to him.

Oh how you loved that day, how you missed that day. You missed his embrace, his warmth, his soft kisses, and his fluffy hair. You were trembling vigorously, and your legs felt weak. You fell down to your knees, sobbing, clutching your phone tightly. Even with the tears blurring your vision, you looked at the picture inside the locket Akira had given to you on your birthday. “Here. It’s a locket, insides a picture of me and you. So even when I’m gone, I’ll always be close to your heart.” He said as he placed a passionate kiss on your orchid pink lips. Back then he referred to him having to leave Shibuya after his probation, not the failure of the plan leading to his death. It was hard to think of a life without Akira, but all you could do now was plead to any gold-like being, to bring Akira back to you so your tears could be put to an end.     

You sat in one of the booths in Leblanc, waiting. You felt as if you were about to tear through your skin if the seconds didn’t tick faster. Every second felt like an eternity as your heartbeat slowly became brisk. Your fingers played with each other, aggressively. Haru quickly noticed your fidgeting and reassured you to not worry, but that alone could not quell your fears. Your anxiety would only settle once you were able to him healthy and alive.

Then you you heard it; the little chime of a bell. You wasted no time getting up to see who it was. Your face lit up when you saw him; you felt the warmth return to the world around you, as well as your heart. Although, he had a few bruises here and there, not to mention the small gash on his face. He was here, alive. You quickly ran to him and embraced him with a tight hug, forgetting the presence of your friends. He quickly returned the hug before being tackled by the rest of the phantom thieves. “I’m so glad you’re safe!”

“I’m happy to be back.” He said as he nuzzled your hair.

As the night settled in, you were in Akira’s arms once again; trying to doze off to sleep on his bed. You gently placed your hand on the bandage on Akira’s face. “What did they do to you..” You whispered to Akira. Akira’s hand slowly slid up to yours, holding yours it as he spoke. “It’s not as bad as it looks, trust me.” You knew this was one of his tactics of falsely reassuring you about his injuries. “Really? It’s hard to believe that with all of the bruises you’re wearing. God, if I was able to get my hands on everyone who hurt you they’d-” Before you could finish, Akira’s lips rudely interrupted you. “Even if you were able to somehow get your hands on them, I wouldn’t let you. It would only put you in more danger, and that’s the last thing I want.” His words left you speechless; paralyzed for only a minute or so until you were able to speak once more. “B-but they hurt you..you c-could’ve d-died!” Your eyes became slightly moist as you dove deeper into your saddening thoughts. “Y-you don’t know how m-much I cried just at the th-thought of losing you..” Your voice was nothing more than a whimper now. Akira pulled you in closer to his chest so you were able to hear his soothing heartbeat. His hand slowly running through your hair. “Don’t ever think that something like that, can keep me from you that easily. No amount of beatings, drugs, and pain can take me away from you. Only your presence and flowery kisses can heal these wounds after all. Death shall never do us part. I’d fight through it all, just to see your beautiful smile.” He spoke gently, before resting his head atop yours.

“I love you.”

#persona 5 #Akira Kurusu x reader #Akira Kurusu x s/o #akira kurusu #persona 5 imagines #death shan't do us part #death #hope this was good

[phantom-thieves-imagines]

Chapter 1- Let the Game begin  (Akira Kurusu x reader)

Could you write a scenario with Akira and female! Reader, where she is a shy and quiet girl from the Real world.. and one day, she suddenly meets her video game crush, Akira, for real after completing his game with the true ending? From the Reader's POV? Please?

I might make this into a long running fic, oh boy here we go

female reader ofc, tried to make her as general as possible 

and by ‘readers pov’ i assume you mean first person, sorry if that’s not the case, but enjoy 

Please let me know what you guys think of this ! Feedback is my kink oof :0!

-mod goro

Spoilers for p5 

Wake up, get up, get out there

Ryuji nudged Akira who smiled. “Yeah.”

Raise your voice against liars Feed your anger like fire

Akira opened up the hatch at the top of the bus, the wind whipping at his hair vigorously.

Why does nobody want change?

He stared out onto the sea, the road, the clear blue sky and the world. He smiled, hands on top of the bus, feeling the wind blow through his hair, the sun on his face, enjoying the world for what it was.

Just imagine you're out there Swatting lies in the making

Akira looked towards the blinding sun, a happy look on his face as he spoke a wordless goodbye to everyone.

Can't move fast without breaking

The bus zoomed off into the distance, and that was it.

If you hold on life won't change

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I put my controller down, tears flooding through me like a fountain. Happy yet sad.

It was over. My journey, helping Akira had come to it’s conclusion- he was finally free. The game that had taken over 100 hours of my life. The game I cried, laughed, felt fear and anger with was now completed. 

Wow.

It was late at night, though I doubt I’d get to bed any time soon. I went online, ranting about the game to people, warmth spreading as I scrolled through pictures or comics of the characters who were practically my friends.

It was a bit melodramatic, how slow things grinned to a halt even after the console was turned off. My mind was storming. With the game, the events, the characters...it all was overtaking my system.

What happened to Akechi, Akira, Yusuke, Haru, Ann, Futaba, Makoto- it was all flowing into me, like my whole body was living to process and revolve around them.

The bad parts too. The ones that weren’t perfect, the ones that could have used some tweaking or correcting. How I would have changed details in the game. If I was in that situation.

Overall- It was an amazing experience, winning my heart- or maybe taking my heart would be a better choice of words. 

By the time I finally did (reluctantly) close my eyes it was well past midnight. I’d be dead on my feet at school tomorrow and I wasn’t looking forward to it. 

Troubling enough as I went to lay down I couldn’t help but feel...uneasy.

Not as in a monster hiding under the bed type of unease, but unease as in my body didn’t accept sleep or the conditions of my sleep. It was like floating in the water- parts of me above and the others submerged. The two sides were fighting over which one was superior. Above. Below. Above. Below. Constant, calm fighting. It unnerved me.

And then suddenly it just.

All.

Dissipated.

.....

...

..

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This story is a work of fiction

Or is what is intended to be.

For many it is considered a fiction, but for many more it is their form of reality.

In turn, how can any of us prove which things are a reality and which are not?

My bad, I am getting off topic.

The only thing required is an acceptance of your form of reality and....

Your mind 

Are these terms acceptable?

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...

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I jolt from my reprieve with a gasp. The pounding of the blood in my head is so loud that for a few moments it stuns me. I guess the pulsation prevented my eyes from noticing anything. My touch comes back first.  Smooth, wet bumps from the pavement run along my finger tips. Speckles of sand are dusted between the cracks in the rock, they stick to my palm when I pull it away. The next thing that comes back is my sight, blurring into focus like a camera. It’s dark out, the outlines of the nearby building illuminated with a blue neon hue, further back in the distance a golden streetlight shines in a cone-like shape in an intersection. There’s a boy standing nearby, hoodie pulled up over his forehead so I can’t see much of him. I only realize there’s another person standing right in front of me when he snaps his fingers in front of my nose. Then, sound.

“Hey! Kid? Can you even hear me?” His voice is gruff, a clear umbrella hooked over his shoulder, the rain rolls off of it in memorizing streams. 

It takes me two blinks, out of confusion and because of the watter dribbling in my eyes before I find my voice again.“Ahh...?”

The man makes a clicking noise. “Damn...” he bites his lip, before reaching out his hand. “Here, let’s get you out of this rain. Hey, Kid, help me out.”

The one with the hoodie helps the other man drag me up. I nearly fall down instantly. The man curses, letting go of the umbrella to use both of his hands. 

They half drag half help me down the street underneath the overhang to a wooden door. The man fumbles with his keys, there’s barely any light over here other than that coming from inside, just enough to let me see the glasses that hang on his nose and the scruff of his beard.

The door opens and we all scuffle in, soaked. 

Hoodie-boy sets me down in one of the booths, water dripping onto the leather seats below. 

“Man, what were you doing out there?” the bearded man asks, I turn, as he rumbles through the cabinet, pulling out towels. He tosses one to the other boy, who catches it mid-air.

“Uh...I...” What....was I doing out there. I try my best to remember. Everything feels so, otherworldly. Like I’m not really in my body, just floating above it. I try to think. Try to remember why or how I ended up nearly drowning in the rain in the middle of the street. What I was doing before that. I run through every possibility I can think of before I give up. I simply don’t remember.

“Let’s start off with something easier then.” He bearded man hands me a towel as he wipes his neck, pulling up a chair to the booth. “What’s your name?”

The boy removes his hoodie from his head and like lightning, I remember.

“Akira?” The words come out of my mouth before I even think about saying them.

The bearded- no, you know- Sojiro, quirks an eyebrow. “Akira? That’s your name-”

“Ah, no. Uh, it’s-” Wait should I even use my real name? I mean...I don’t think there’d be a problem with it but still I-

This is persona 5. My chance to be a different person. A chance to start from a fresh beginning.

Next to the Sayuri painting- or where the painting should be, there are a bouquet of Roses. Crimson red in color. They remind me of Akira. Similar to the flowers that you saw Haru grow, crouched low and her breath fanning the petals. Roses were beautiful and elegant. The flower itself was silk to the touch and the thorns were rough and would pierce skin. You had to cradle it gently, holding it in your hands in a right way otherwise you’d harm yourself.  Rose.

“Call me Rose.” 

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And hour and a half of explaining (or at least trying to) why I was alone in the rain, Sojiro thinking about what to do with (another) soaking wet child in his cafe, and a stern talk of ‘no funny business’ later I found myself laying on Akira Kurusu’s bed, doing the best to dry my hair. 

“My name’s Kurusu Akira.” He had said, when Sojiro had left out in the pouring rain to run to his house. ��Nice to meet you, we could have maybe met somewhere drier.” A smile lined his words. Complying with Sojiro’s words he was also suffering, or soaking with me in the bottom floor of LeBlanc. Water dripped down from his black locks onto his glasses, he frowned and then removed them, wiping it dry with his towel before resting it on the wooden counter. 

“Nice to meet you too.” I murmured. The amount of force it took me not to run out in the rain again and scream was overwhelming. The boy (who I may or man not have forced to go to the bathhouse more times than necessary because I wanted to see him with just a towel wrapped around his waist) that I had spent months playing as, and knew his motions like the back of my hand, was sitting in front of me, shaking the water from his ears. 

Oh crap. This is real isn’t it.

Akira mother fucking Kurusu is real, and he’s sitting in front of me. I need to say something. Jesus I need to say something I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t. 

Yet my mind was short-circuiting. Every breath I took seemed to take more effort than necessary, my hands twisted with themselves, confused as to what to do and I needed to move otherwise I’d start twitching. 

Anxiety curls itself around my neck, like a snake, it refuses to let go. 

“Since you don’t remember a thing I guess you’re gonna be rooming with us for the night.” he finally said, breaking the silence. “Hope you don’t mind that.” Despite his light words he was still studying me, sizing me up with a serious look on his face.

“I’d rather be here than outside and catching pneumonia.” He laughed lightly at that,  Oh good god. He was even hotter in person. His hair curled back around his glasses, half wet. 

The cafe is just like I remember it. It’s interesting seeing it from another angle but the layout seems more or less the same, the ceiling fans spinning slowly, round and round and round. 

Round and round, as the hands of the clock tick and endlessly count down time.

Tick tock, tick.

“What....day is it...?” I ask slowly. 

Akira looks at me with something mixed between concern and skepticism. “April 13th.”

13th. The volleyball rally at Sujin happened today. Which means tomorrow will be gathering information from Shiho before she...

“Okay, thank you.” I said quickly. 

That all happened within a span of an hour. Now I’m laying on Akira’s bed, as he takes the hard spot on the not-so comfortable couch. His glasses are off, laying on the desk by his feet as he has his arm tucked under his head as a pillow. He’s wincing at his phone and tapping. I assume to Ryuji, who else would it be.

I sniff the clothes Sojiro gave me- long pants and a tank top, probably Futaba’s. The though of the girl holed up in her room, living in her own filth and blocking out every sign of natural light. The girl who drowns in her mind and grief daily. Every waking moment thinking about joining her mother.

I grit my teeth. I make a mental note to save her as soon as I can. 

“Hey.” Akira says, shifting. “I’m heading to sleep, wake me if you need anything.”

“Okay.” I say, because I can’t think of anything else. What are you supposed to say to a person who just a few hours ago- was nothing more than a bundle of code on a cd? 

He rests easy, eyes shutting as he whole body relaxes.  His chest expands and contracts slowly, in the dark of the attic it’s hard to see but it’s there none the less. 

This is everything I could have wanted- Akira existing, being real in the flesh and blood and finally being able to tell him just how much he means. When people beat him down with rumors and  to yell and plead with him to get back up. After everything this rotten world has done to him to finally be able to gently sooth his aches. To finally see his monotone mask fall and to see the emotionless protagonist slip away and show his agony.

I bite my cheek hard, resist the urge to slap myself. That’s just wishful thinking. I have a whole other huge ass problem as is why the fuck am I here and how am I ever gonna get back home.

I wish I was more worried about it, but I’m not.

I guess? It’s because I know my world, the one where I was trapped in my shell constantly. Where there are no such things as personas or changing hearts- that there is really no hope for us. That I’d rather be in a world where at least I know there’s a chance of this world being good.

I hope, I know. 

Akira’s breathing settles, and I fall into a dreamless slumber.

Late into the night, unbeknownst to the world, a phone, my phone, lights up.

The hypnotizing red eye appears, then is gone.

.....

....

..

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I point at him. Steady my hand. It’s an easy thing to do, really.

Take aim. Kill the murderous, filthy, insane traitor. 

“It’s okay.” he croaks. His eyes are glazed, he’s in pain but he’s doing a good job of hiding it. “We both knew this would happen, at some point. 

I don’t think I don’t want to think.  Don’t want to think about the events that lead to this. My own actions that caused his destruction.

How ironic, Yaldabaoth would know to cause my demise from my greatest joy.

Destruction what a funny word.

“I’m sorry, Akira.” 

I am a ghost. I shoot.

#kurusu akira #akira kurusu #persona 5 #persona 5 imagine #persona 5 imagines #persona 5 fanfiction #persona 5 x reader #akira kurusu x reader #akira kurusu imagine #ren amamiya #amamiya ren #p5 #long post wooooh boy #i spent a week on this and even put off the goro jealousy fic #also speaking of goro im definately gonna put him in here at some point ahaha #sucks to be a goro hater #mod goro

[zendozebra]

All the Time in the World Chapter 15

Majima had to leave UA. He can’t stay anymore, not with everything that’s happened, everything that’s going to happen. Yagi is out the game for good, Kamino was fucking leveled, and on top of everything else that’s happened, Aki- All for One was put away. Not dead, no, Yagi couldn’t finish the fucking job. No, instead they put him away, locked him in a cage, like he was some kind of animal that children would gawk at while visiting the zoo, while their parents were too busy fucking themselves in the reptile house! Ooh, fuck, he’s made himself angry, fuck, he’s got to calm himself do-

He grabbed his coffee mug and threw it at the wall with all of his strength, the ceramic shattering while his students jumped in their seats. “WHO FUCKING SNEEZED?!”

None of his students raised their hands, which was probably for the best, seeing as Majima very obviously wasn’t himself at the moment. He was upset, okay? A lot of shit has happened, he’s had a bad week, he’s still trying to stay sober, not to mention that his last conversation with his best friend had ended with Majima waking up in the morgue. None of his associates at school had been around to identify his body and take him back to UA and wait for his body to reset, so the search teams had simply written him off as another victim and sent him away. Que him waking up, naked mind you, in one of those weird chilled body-lockers that they had in morgues and promptly freaking out the doctors working there when he kicked the slot open and slid out cold and angry. A pair of pants and a call to Nezu later and he was back at the school, where Aizawa had helped him catch up on everything that’s happened.

Apparently, they were instituting a dorm system for their students now, which was both good and bad. Good, because it meant that Mina and Izuku would no longer have to worry about the trains when they had their extra study sessions, meaning he can keep them longer than he could before, and he could keep a better eye out for Izuku in general. He could also tell Shoji to ease up a bit on that end, which the six-armed student would probably appreciate. No more bone breaking for that little shit, but he’ll make sure Shoji is still keeping an eye out when Majima wasn’t around. However, it was bad because since he went sober, Majima was still dealing with some pretty bad insomnia, so he’d often go on walks to calm his nerves. Calm his nerves? Oh god, he was spending too much time around Izuku and his mother. He really needs to new friends.

After he was made aware of the dorm thing, Yagi and Aizawa had left to get permission from the parents, a trip Majima would have liked to go on if not for him being pulled aside by Nezu, who wanted to now why his body had been found at the nomu facility. Apparently, the only thing that was saving him from any of Nezu’s maniacal fury was the fact that he had been found dead by All for One’s hands, sending a rather clear message that the two of them were no longer on speaking terms. Nezu also apologized for not responding to Majima’s call for backup, which in hindsight would have told them all exactly where All for One was hiding out. Majima would have been angrier at the whole situation, but he had a murder he had to plan and put into motion, which was kind of his main priority at the moment, so he’d readily accepted the mouse’s apology.

Bringing himself back to his current situation, he forced himself to take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. He sat down at his desk, making a mental note to clean up the broken coffee mug when class was over. This whole murder thing was seriously stressing him out. Normally, he wouldn’t be doing this himself, seeing as he’s got Iwasaki and his group of thugs to do most of the dirty work while Majima took the time to not-sleep. But, this was his friend. This was Ak-All for One, and Kokiri would be damned if anyone but himself pulled that trigger. Not to mention, breaking into Tartarus would be damn-near impossible for almost anyone to pull of, so Time Stop was going to be invaluable here. Now it’s just a matter of figuring out just what quirks that All for One had in him, so that Majima can figure out a way to put him down for good. Hopefully, he wouldn’t find anything that would stop plan A, which was to pump as many bullets as he can into All for One’s head at the same instant. He doubted anything in his life would be that easy, though, so he’s just waiting to see what roadblock he finds.

The bell rang, causing all of his students to silently make their way out into the hall, closing the door when the last when made it out. With a heavy sigh, Majima went to cleanup the remains of his only coffee mug, meaning he’d have to buy himself a new one with all of that money he doesn’t have. The only way to get his paycheck was to pick it up from Nezu in the principal’s office, which Majima refused to do, lest Nezu start bitching at him for something or whatever.

His phone went off, apparently Yamada was telling him that it was his shift to watch over Yagi while he was still recovering. The man was out of the hospital, but he still had a broken arm, since Chiyo refused to heal him. Kind of unfair, seeing as he’d been forced into the fight against him, but that crazy bitch was as stubborn as ever, so there was no arguing with her. However, with his secret now public, there were a dozen loser-class villains trying to get their revenge on All Might at every hour of the day, so the teachers had been taking shifts to try and stop them until they got the message and crawled back into their holes. Majima had been trying to avoid Yagi recently, but Aizawa had strong-armed him into taking a few shifts, so it didn’t seem like he’d have a choice anymore.

Yagi knew who Akira was, now. The whole staff knew about his connection to All for One, and it wasn’t helping his already bad reputation. Now, Majima was fine with being seen as an asshole and a scumbag, that’s what he was. He wouldn’t deny the truth, since that would make him delusional. He knew what he was, and he’d always made a point to make sure everyone around him knew that he was proud of his shitty, shitty behavior. And in a way that was admirable. Majima had always owned up to his mistakes, and that was a trait he was trying to teach to some of his students, specifically the boys. Kirishima had taken to it almost immediately, but some of the others still showed some hesitance. Everyone made mistakes, and the only way forward was to acknowledge them and move on. But he wasn’t proud of All for One. He’d let his friend become something horrible, even by Majima’s own famously-low standards. Admitting to something like that almost felt world-shattering, and Majima felt that he’d have to push down more than just his pride to own up it.

He time-stopped his way over to Yagi’s big-ass house, quickly popping Yamada in the mouth when the blonde DJ yelled in surprise. Majima was already loathing his time here, and he hadn’t even seen Yagi yet, so you could tell that this visiting was off to a rollicking good start. He pushed the door open, debating whether or not he should even bother taking his shoes off. He did, figuring that Yagi was already mad and tracking dirt into his house probably wouldn’t make this easier.

“Yagi, you blonde bastard, let’s settle this like men and get this shit over wi-” A solid punch to the face knocked him to the ground, because apparently Yagi can still pack a pretty decent punch. And now Majima’s nose is bleeding, so that was fun. Fuck it, he’s letting himself bleed onto Yagi’s floor, fuck this house. He looked up, and stared into those blazing blue eyes of the former Number 1 hero, and boy did he look pissed.

Majima growled in annoyance. “How about you don’t punch me again, EVER, and in return, I’ll tell you about my plan to kill All for One.” There we go, that caught his attention. Majima stood up, walking into Yagi’s kitchen and going through his cabinets, looking for something to eat. He’d been trying to ignore food all day, since he didn’t want to make a habit of stress eating, but since he’d taken a break from his “Kill List”, he wanted to at least snack on something. “Damn, do you have anything other than graham crackers in here? Can you not eat anything else? What do you do for calories?”

“What did you mean by ‘kill All for One’? He’s your friend, you said so yourself.”

“That’s right.” Well, seeing as his only other option was saltine crackers, the graham crackers will have to do.

“Why do you want to kill your friend, Majima-san?”

“I don’t want to kill Akir-All for One, Yagi, I really don’t. I’ve lost all of my friends already, and he’s the last one I’ve got. But at the same time, I’m not going to sit back and watch you and your fucking cop friends watch him from behind a glass window, staring at him like he’s some kind of- Some kind of animal!” God damnit, he seriously has to get a hold of these anger issues that’s been developing. Maybe he should see a therapist. Is Chiyo busy on Wednesday? He’d have to look. “Look, Yagi, I don’t care what you think about me, or my past, or my friends. I don’t care, I really don’t. But I need you to understand that I am on your side.”

“You haven’t done much to prove it, Majima-san, so you can understand why I worry sometimes. As it stands, you have caused our school more problems than you have helped to solve.”

“I know, I know, but I’m trying my best, and right now, my best isn’t a whole lot. Not to you, and not to the kids, and you know, maybe you’re right about me. Maybe I do cause more problems than I’m worth, but I’m trying to do right by these kids, and help them stay alive at the very least.”

Yagi looked at him for a long while, sighing heavily and sitting down on one of the chairs he had in his kitchen. “Why were you there looking for All for One?”

“… I don’t know. I was looking for him so that I could talk to him, try to get him to answer for all of the shit he’s pulled, but I was too angry about everything he’s done to stay on topic. I was bitter and spiteful, which I don’t regret for a moment, but I missed out on a chance to get some good info. Maybe I’ll ask a few questions when I see him in Tartarus, I don’t know. But I did find out about the original line of One for All.”

That caught the blonde’s attention. “Where did it start? I assume it started with your friend, Jin, but where did it go from there?”

“Jin gave it to my wife, Aimi, who then gave it to our babysitter, Okoye, who would go on to be Okoye the Brave. She gave it to Ultraman, then to Wilfre, but I don’t know who she picked as her successor. Whoever it was would eventually go on to pick Shimura Nana, who then picked you, and then we both know where it went from there.”

“I’ll be sure to tell young Midoriya of all of this. He might come to you for more questions.”

“Other than Jin, Aimi, and Okoye, I won’t have too many answers for him. Besides that, I’m having Shoji do me a favor. He’s been keeping an eye on Midoriya for me, making sure he doesn’t push himself like he did in the forest. I didn’t see any of the damage, but I heard the horror stories that Shoji told me. I offered him 1,000 yen an hour, but he just wanted some extra combat training instead. Figured that would be an easy compromise.”

Yagi nodded his head, looking at his feet. “I’ve failed young Midoriya as his mentor-”

“Yep.”

“And-” Yagi gave him an odd look, but continued on regardless, “I have plans to begin giving him personal lessons, and I would hope that you can help me with what to teach him.”

“Are you just offering me your apprentice? He’s your responsibility, not mine. I’m just trying to keep him from killing himself. I owe Inko at least that.”

“Hmm.” Majima waited for Yagi to say something else, but the retired hero seemed intent to remain quiet.

Majima jabbed his thumb towards the door. “So can- I’m just gonna leave, now. I’ve got some business I need to handle, and I need to get my nose checked out. Thanks for that, by the way.”

“Oh, yes, don’t let me keep you, I can handle myself if anything comes up.”

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Majima, dressed as his Time Enough persona, walked into Iwasaki’s hideout, taking the hired thugs by surprise. One of them informed him that Iwasaki was out with his family, and offered to send a message to the man, which Majima agreed to. Wanting to pass the time a bit faster, Majima sat down at one of the card tables, throwing some money in and starting up a game of poker. He kept his mask on, can’t let anyone figure out that Time Enough and the Watcher are the same person. The idea that he’s gotten away with that lie for as long as he has is ridiculous, and kind of sad, really. Whatever, either way, he made sure he didn’t use Time Stop to cheat and look at the other’s cards. It’s not that cheating bothered him, but this was a game of skill, and Majima was rather proud of his ability to play poker. He’s not as good as he is with blackjack, but he has his experience. They played for about 30 minutes, with Majima only winning back a bit more than he’d bet, and just as they started a new hand, Iwasaki burst through the door, hyperventilating and dripping with sweat.

“What, did ya fuckin’ run all the way here? I was told you were with your family, ain’t that right? Did you dropped them the instant you heard that I was here waiting for ya?” The man couldn’t answer him, his chest still heaving as he tried to sputter an answer. “Alright! Calm the hell down, we’ll take this to your office.” Majima stood up and threw down his cards. “Lucky bastards, I had 3 aces. I was gonna collect all that shit, fucking, let’s go.” He dragged the fat bastard down the hall and to the man’s office, where he threw him to the ground and stepped over him. He made his way behind Iwasaki’s desk, taking a look at the documents and folders he’d left out in the open.

“We have a lot to do, boy, and by we I mean you. I have to kill All for One, and I’m the only person in the world who is willing to take the chance to try and pull it off, so while I do my research into Tartarus, I’m having you and Murata go shopping for me. I’ve already talked to Murata and he started sending guys out before I’d even left, so I expect the same level of cooperation with you, boy.” The man gave him an incredibly determined nod, but the look of unease never left his face. Majima really didn’t think it was going to go anywhere throughout the rest of this conversation.

“So, Iwasaki, I have a small list of items that you’re going to get for me because I am both too lazy and too busy to do it myself. I need a revolver, specifically a Smith and Wesson model 60, that’s the only brand that made a stock that I actually liked. I’m gonna need about… I wanna say 120 hollow point rounds to go with it. I need shotguns, both 12 and 20 gauge, with a minimum of 30 shells each of every type they’ve got: standard, slugs, buckshot, coin shot, fuck it, get me some of those dragon breath rounds that Murata told me about too. A high-calibre sniper rifle, don’t care which brand or make, so long as it can fire .50 calibres or higher. Speaking of, I need 10 rounds of every one of those too, standard, armour piercing, incendiary, explosive, all of it. You getting all of this, shit head?” Iwasaki was furiously writing down this ever-increasing list, nodding his head nervously. Made sense, his supposedly psychopathic boss was ordering enough ordnance to arm a small mercenary group, and not one of the cheap ones, either.

“I need I’m gonna need bleach, chlorine, gasoline, some matches, and as much hot tar you can get your hands on. If plans A through Y fail, plan Z is to try to turn the poor bastard into a statue. Give me some more time to think of another set of plans.”

Iwasaki looked at the incredibly long list that he held in his hands. “Umm, sir, are you sure all of this is necessary?”

“Oh, this shit ain’t the half of it. This is just the small stuff, I have Murata getting me all of the heavy ordnance that I’ll need.”

“Hea-The heavy ordnance?”

“Napalm, grenades, plastic explosives, thermite, arsenic, canisters of nitroglycerin, cellulose nitrate, hydromite 600, and every composition and alkaline metal under the sun. I’m going to hit him with every weapon, chemical and explosive that I can get my hands on, and I sure hope that I won’t have to use anything nuclear. If it comes to that, then I guess the life of every guard and prisoner within that hell hole will be a fitting price to pay to finally scrub that creature off of the face of this Earth.”

“Sir? If I may ask… I was under the impression that you were a close ally of the League of Villains. Why do you want to kill their leader?”

Majima looked at Iwasaki for a minute, before he sighed and sat down. He let his shoulders sag and, for the first time in a long time, he started to truly feel his age. All 300 years, resting heavy on his shoulders. He needed to see a therapist or something. “Ak-All for One is no longer the man I once knew. The man I allied with was a man of conviction, purpose, and will. He had his goals, and he had his principles and his codes. He had rules that he would follow, strictly, and it was that sense of order that drew me in. I thought to myself, ‘This is a man who holds himself accountable to his own failures.’ And he did, for a long time. Now, the man who is locked away in Tartarus, is a parasite, leeching off of a world that has moved on from him, and he is hindering it’s progress. He is preventing humanity from moving forward, and that is shameful. He has broken every code he has ever had, and he now stands, proudly, as the symbol of everything he has ever despised.”

Majima up at Iwasaki, and his heart clenched when he forced himself to say, “All for One is no longer a man, but an animal. You can put an animal away, but that won’t fix your problem, it will only turn an animal feral. The only way to solve this problem, is to put him down. As his last remaining friend in the entire world… I believe that I have a duty of care, and that I must be the one who pulls the trigger. It won’t be right if I let someone else do it, it has to be me.”

Iwasaki took a look at the list in his hands. “It will take some time to gather everything you’ve asked for, sir, but I’ll notify Murata-san when my men have finished.” The man bowed to his boss before backing out of the room, leaving Majima alone. The time stopper took of his red mask, looking at it for a long moment. The sinister smile of the oni carved into it had never looked more wicked than it did at that moment, and for whatever reason, the mask felt heavier than it normally did.

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A/N- If this chapter feels a bit rushed in places, that’s because I’m trying to convey that Majima is experiencing a bit of a crisis, and is trying to use radical methods to quickly solve all of his problems.

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Escape From Slave Castle! (Beast King Golion x Reader)

You read it right, camarada! I couldn’t find any Golion reader inserts, so I had to take matters in my own hands and write it myself.  I’m disappointed, internet. This is literally a reader insert, I’m inserting the reader in Golion’s universe. So you can already guess where this is going (more or less) if you watched the anime. This is also solely based on the original Voltron: Beast King Golion. No Defenders of the Universe here, sorry. Also, no pairing yet, heavily leaning on a poly with Isamu, Akira and Takashi. Or Fala.

Love it, hate it, I don’t give two fucks and a damn, just read it and let me know you did.

Date: 04/09/18

Words: 2266

Warning: Bit weird, bit gory. Not my best, and my second ever reader insert. Hopefully I’ll get better at it as the chapters go on.

Tag: @moonsworllld

Second Chapter: (I have no fucking idea when it will come out, my dudes)

“Oi, are you okay?”

The girl in his arms scrunched her nose a little before relaxing and opening her eyes. Akira sighed in relief, small smile in his face. Moving some of the h/c tresses from her face, he looked at her e/c eyes, waiting for her daze to vanish. At the back of his mind the thought of how pretty she was, but he paid it no mind. Not the time. She blinked owlishly for a few second before focusing in his gentle eyes. The woman shoved him away and crawled backyards, clearly scared.

“Whoa, whoa, calm down, lady!”

She stared at Isamu, squinting a little. Right, Hiroshi was still with her glasses. Said boy gave a few hesitant steps in her direction, but that only caused her to back away more. Akira signaled for his team to back off, stretching his hand in a silent request to have the glasses. He made note of her outfit, dark pants, combat boots, a very dirty sweater that certainly was once white and a leather jacket. Her hair was long, touching her waist, and a complete mess. He had wiped some dirty off her face when he tried to wake her up, but there was still some. She clearly had a rough time, so it was understandable she was so cautious.

“It’s okay; we’re not your enemy.”

The leader offered her the glasses, still smiling kindly. She was like a hurt animal, needed to be assure none of them was a threat. Squinting still at them, she slowly crawled towards him. Maybe she couldn’t use her legs properly.

“Did you hurt your legs?”

She stopped and looked directly at his eyes. A shiver run down his spine, it felt like she was judging his worth with her eyes. No, she shook her head. She sat there and looked at him. Akira understood she wanted him to come to her. Still in his knees, he made his way to where she was, hand stretched so she could grab her glasses. She hesitantly grabbed them and put them back in her face. Only then, he noticed the glasses were miraculously intact.

“My legs are just weak right now… and thank you.”

She had a nice smile.

“You’re welcome, miss…?”

“L/N Y/N.”

“I’m Kogane Akira.”

Y/N surprised him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It was quick, but very effective. He could feel his ears burning as she gave his team attention, asking for their names.

“Shirogane Takashi.”

“Can you come down here so I can hug and kiss you? I can’t really use my legs right now.”

It was rare to see Quiet blush, shame they didn’t had anything to take a photography. The others contented themselves in keeping the image in their minds. He answered with an embarrassed “I would prefer not to” and Y/N just shrugged, asking Isamu for his name.

“Kurogane Isamu.” Dramatic as always, he made a show of dropping on his knees in front of her and opening his arms, making her giggle. She may had given him a longer hug, but he wasn’t complaining.

“I’m Suzuishi Hiroshi!”

“Seidou Tsuyoshi!”

Another giggle came from the girl as they slightly glared at each other.

Two hugs and two kisses later, they all sat in a circle on the ground, sharing what they knew with their new cellmate.

“So you’re space explorers! Makes sense then why you’re still alive.”

“Yes. But how are you alive, miss?”

“Ah, you can call me Y/N, Akira. The galra kidnapped me; they’re looking for slaves in Earth now. I was separated from the group because of my ability.” She furrowed her brows. “They were going to experiment on me, one of them was a woman called Honerva, or something like that. I don’t remember much… Sorry, Akira, I’m not able to say more.”

“No need to apologize. But if what you’re saying is true, then there’s many other humans around here.”

“Where are we, exactly?”

“Slave Castle. They collect people from all around the universe and put them to fight to death in an arena.” Shirogane explained, ignoring Isamu’s mumblings of “it’ll be our turn soon”.

“That would explain why there’s so much anger and hate in here…”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m very good with feeling and recognizing the energy that comes from feelings.”

“Oh, yeah, you did say you had an ability.”

“Yeah, energy manipulation. That’s why I’m too tired to use my legs, I used too much of it energy trying to fight the guards and protect the others.”

Isamu sighed, grumbling about super-humans and their unbelievable powers.

“That’s very impressive. How did you get that power?”

“I don’t know if I could call it a power, especially when I can’t control it properly. I never received the necessary training.” They looked at her expectantly and she sighed. “This ability has been in my family for centuries, it’s a blood related thing. Not every one of us have it, and the only ones who are allowed to know all the secrets about it are the elders and the ones who finished the training, so I can’t tell you guys much.”

Akira crossed his arms. If what she said was true, why was she thrown in the slave cells? He doubted they would just put someone so useful down there. Moreover, specifically on the only cell with humans. Something didn’t add up, at all. He looked at Moody, noticing how her presence didn’t put his guard further up. Moody had a very good set of instincts, he could feel when something was wrong or if someone was a threat, therefore if he didn’t seem to have a problem with Y/N, it meant she was not dangerous. Even if he usually didn’t listen to Moody’s instincts, a part of him knew he could trust them.

A piercing screech made itself present. Space vultures, the ugly birds.

“What in the universe are those?!” Y/N exclaimed, a look of amazed disgust in her face.

“Vultures. The slave ship is back,” Isamu said, looking at her strangely, “Why do you look so impressed? They’re waiting for your flesh to rot out of your bones.”

“Yes, they are. Hungry, hungry birds.” She turned to smile at him. “What do you think you taste like, Isamu?”

“Pretty good, I’m guessing.”

“I think you must taste like chicken.”

“Hey!”

“You two, that’s enough.”

“Sorry, Takashi.”

“Damn vultures!” Tsuyoshi was losing more and more of his patience.

Hiroshi took matters with his own hands and jumped towards the windows, scaring the birds away. In their rush, the animal let whatever they had on their beaks fall inside the cell. Bones. Shorty ignored Quiet’s compliment to peak at the outside. The Deathblack Beastmen were eating stew made with the dead slaves, he informed. Tsuyoshi threw the bones at the candle, angrily asking if they really would just turn into those horrible monsters. They were losing hope fast; if they fought, they would turn into beasts, and if they didn’t Daibazaal would punish them. If they didn’t die first.

“We’ll break out! It’s the only way to survive.”

“And how are we going to do that, Quiet, without weapons or a ship?”

“We can steal one of theirs, Moody. They don’t seem to keep an eye on the hangar.” Akira remembered seeing very few guards around the hangar, it seemed not even the galra was immune to overconfidence.

“I have no idea how to pilot one of those, but you five are space travelers, right? You can fly one of the ships, right?”

“She’s right.” Isamu relented with an exaggerated sigh. “We’re screwed anyway, might as well try to leave.”

Akira extended his arm, clenched fist. The others put their hands on top of him. It was a promise. They would leave or die trying. Y/N hesitated a little before gingerly resting her hand on top of Moody’s larger one. She was a part of the team. She would help them as much as she could. They just had to wait for nightfall.

Akira could feel Y/N trembling. She was sitting right behind him, backs touching, saying random things under her breath. He heard the words “universe”, “energy” and “corrupted” be repeated every so often and would be lie to say he wasn’t curious. It felt as if everything had escalated too quickly. Y/N had gladly told them everything she knew, about Earth, about her abilities, about the galra. She had talked and answered any question for the rest of the day. It was strange they were left in the cell when all the others prisoners were out working and Chief had a hunch it had something to do with the woman. Something just didn’t add up. Nevertheless, he guessed he would’ve enough time to think about it when they were out of that hellish place.

“Miss, are you okay?”

“Again, call me Y/N, Akira, and yes, I’m fine. A bit scared, but I think it’s normal.”

“If it's any consolation, I'm a little nervous, too.”

“I know, I can feel it.”

“Right.”

She giggled. Footsteps were their cue to stop and fake their sleep. A guard glanced inside the cell for a few second before leaving. As soon as he was sure the guard left, Akira gave Shorty the signal. They were leaving, finally. Takashi stayed near the door as the others climbed the makeshift rope to leave through the window. Isamu had to carry Y/N piggyback style, for her legs were still too weak. They were out of that small space in no time.

The next step was to grab the vultures. Y/N kept a tight grip on Isamu’s waist as they made the way to a place covered of creature bones. The air there was heavy. The girl almost threw up. She looked extremely sick; mumbling about how much bad the energy was there.

“So much hate, so much sadness… Please, let’s get out of here…”

They promptly left, even though Tsuyoshi wanted to go fight Daibazaal. Luckily, the others were able to convince him with a few words—and a few looks towards the whimpering girl. Crouching, Seidou put his hands together and prayed briefly, following his leader’s footsteps. In a few minutes they were running, Y/N on Tsuyoshi’s back. She insisted, not wanting to tire Isamu—or any of them for that matter—too much. Isamu had protested, but in the end, they agreed it was best.

They entered the castle once more through what they believed was an air duct. Y/N could feel her legs regaining some strength and silently thanked the Goddess. Soon she would be able to walk by herself and not be a burden for the kind men that helped her.

The hangar doors were close when the castle’s alarms activated. Thinking quickly, the group ran towards the slowly closing door, there was no time to lose. They jumped into the other room, the way closing behind them. There was no return. Well, they didn’t want to go back, anyways. The team weren’t allowed time to be relieved, though, for soon they were attacked. First knives, then guards.

“Tsuyoshi, leave me here and go fight.”

“But!”

“Go!”

Obeying her wishes, Hothead carefully put her down on the floor and joined the fight. Y/N took a few deep breaths to calm her heart. The fight was going fine, the boys would win. No need to panic. Except that three of the bigger guards appeared suddenly, one almost cutting Akira’s head. She had to do something. Asking for forgiveness in her mind—they would had to carry her for a longer time—she closed her eyes and concentrated.

Akira could not believe his eyes when a sudden see-through barrier appeared between him and the alien. The barrier shifted and took the form of a spear. It floated in the air for a few seconds before maneuvering its way between the three guards’ ribcages. Chief looked at Y/N; the girl was fighting to keep her eyes open. The spear vanished in a cloud of sparks.

“Y/N!”

“You’re welcome, Chief.” The woman winked tiredly, weak smile forming on her lips. “Sorry, you’ll have to carry me again.” Takashi was quick to take her in his arms when she fell forwards, preventing her from hitting the floor headfirst. Her body limp and breathing rhythmic.

“She’s asleep.”

“So that’s what she meant by energy manipulation!” Hiroshi exclaimed fascinated, “Incredible!”

“We can marvel at Y/N’s magic later, we need to go!” Isamu reminded the team just as more guards they could fight—without weapons specially—entered the hangar.

They ran to one of the slave ships. The taste of freedom already in their mouths. Leaving Y/N in one of the chairs, Takashi and Akira sat down on the control station. The controls looked different from what they were accustomed, but after a few tries, they got the hang of it. Apparently, galra ships controls weren’t that much different from human ships in function, only in appearance. Thank whatever deity, it would’ve been a nightmare wasn’t that the case.

No, the nightmare came in the form of warships attacking them. To be honest, they were surprised the galra took that long to actually send a ship.

“Fight back!”

Pressing a few buttons, Moody, Shorty and Hothead were able to damage the enemy ship. Sadly, the warship understandably had a lot more weapons—a lot more lasers—and the damaged the weapons caused was too great for the slave ship. They fell and fell, through stormy clouds and indifferent stars.

Until they weren’t falling anymore.

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