#Kano Drabbles

[nessinborderland]

ive been in a mira kano mood recently so… maybe a mira drabble? with a sick reader that she’s taking care of?

This was such a nice thing to write, got me in my feelings, thank you 🥹💖

Also I wrote this in like 10 minutes so be kind lol

Mira could hear you coughing even before she entered your shared room. You had been like this for almost a week now, and it was starting to scare her. Even if you weren’t in the Borderlands, the feverish and weak state you were in was still a cause for concern. How could she be sure that you wouldn’t die in some random game?

“Hey, sweetheart,” she greeted, a soft smile on her lips as she approached your side of the bed. “How’re you feeling?”

You coughed in response, opening your eyes to send her a tired smile. Mira couldn’t stop herself from noticing how sick you looked, from your clammy skin to your bloodshot eyes and runny nose. It pained her to see you in such a state.

“M’fine,” you muttered, moving to sit up against the pillows as you noticed the bowl of soup in her hands. “Is that chicken soup?”

“Your favorite,” Mira answered as she set the steaming bowl on the bedside table before helping you recline comfortably against your pillows.

“Too bad I can’t taste it,” you said with a weak chuckle as you leaned back, eyes closing and shoulders sagging like that simple movement was a herculean task.

“You still need to eat.”

Mira grabbed the bowl again, blowing a little on it before bringing a spoonful of soup to your waiting mouth. You swallowed the warm broth, wincing as it hurt your sore throat. For a few minutes, you just enjoyed each other’s presence as you ate, your hand on Mira’s thigh as she fed you until the bowl was empty.

“You know, I-” you murmured, followed by a cough that shook your whole body. Mira brushed your back until you stopped, handing you a glass of water that you swallowed like you hadn’t had a drink in months. Then you looked her in the eyes, sighing as you started again, “It’s at times like this that I miss home.”

Mira tried to ignore the pain that those words caused her. You had stayed in the Borderlands for her, and she was well aware of that. But when you said those words, in circumstances like this… that’s when she wished she could change things.

“Being with you is enough, but… I miss our apartment. I miss cooking for you, and I miss our plants, and I miss our cat and our routine and I just…” you were rambling now. Mira said nothing, just listening as you went on and on down memory lane. Then you paused, whispering “…I miss our life together as it was,” before falling asleep.

“I miss it too,” Mira whispered as she combed your sweaty hair out of your forehead before pressing a kiss against your hot skin. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

#alice in borderland fanfic #ima wa no kuni no alice #mira kano #mira x reader #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #aib drabble

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Shuuya Kano X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: MC and the whole Mekakushi Dan enjoyed the summer on the beach, where the mischievous 3rd member decided to tease MC.

Word Count: 1,152

"It's hot" You placed an arm above your head as you looked at the sun, sweat kept appearing on your whole face. "Is it?" An orange-haired female sat beside you on the bench, she looked at you in ecstatic. "Yes, it's too much" You replied as you gulped some saliva. "Then, how about we go to the beach?" Momo inquired, happiness filled in her tone. "Sounds good, Momo" You smiled at her as you removed your arm from above your face. "Let's go inform the others then!" She let out a giggle as she stood up from her seat, grabbed your hand then took a run toward your home. You giggled alongside her.

After preparing some needed stuff for the beach, you, Momo, and Shintaro made your way outside the house. Everyone agreed on having fun at the beach since the season is perfect for this. Summer, though it's hot, everyone still enjoys the season. "Hurry up, oniichan!" Momo called on her brother as she opened the door. "Yeah, yeah" He grumbled as he walked towards the entrance with his hand rubbing the back of his head, expression probably annoyed. "Here they are" Once Momo opened the door, the whole Mekakushi Dan, and Ayano, were in front of the house. "Hi!" Ayano greeted as she flashed each of you a smile, hands behind her back. "Let's get going," Kido told them with her hands inside her pocket. "Yes!" You nodded at her then happily exited the house.

The whole Dan, with you and Ayano in addition, were walking towards a local beach resort nearby the city. While on the journey, you would probably notice that Kido and Kano fight more often. With Kano teasing and pissing Kido off, which will be beaten up later. Seto and Mary are having a normal talk. Ene, in her human form, and Momo starts to annoy Shintaro. Ayano trying to calm the short-tempered Shintaro. While Konoha and Hibiya don't seem to care much. You also heard Hibiya keep murmuring about 'this is such a drag' and 'they are so immature'. You just chuckled at your friends' unusual behavior, you were also impressed that they all get along together, but not that much.

"Wow! It's beautiful!" Momo and Ene said in awe simultaneously. "It sure is" Ayano seconded. The wind passed by your group as your hair flew away with the wind. "Come on, [Name]-chan. Let's go!" A certain blonde grabbed your wrist and then pulled you towards the beach. "W-w-wait a minute! Kano!" You yelled at him, face flushed because he was holding you. He just looked back at you and flashed you a grin, you can't help but smile back. The others followed the two of you as they settled the things at a nearby hut. They quickly changed into swimwear but still at the hut. "Kano, I'm still not in swimwear" You crossed your arms and then gave him a glare. "Oh come on [Name]-chan. Join me in the water" The male waved at you. He was in the water already, while you were watching him from afar. You are still in your [f/c] t-shirt and black denim, and you don't want to wet your clothes, especially your shoes. "I'll go change, and you Mr. Deceive, you come with me," You told him then went to the hut. "Okay~" He said in a sing-song tune then obeyed your orders.

Momo, Ene, and Ayano are in two pieces, while Marry and Kido are in swimsuits. They don't like to show much skin, and that's why Kano is teasing them when you and him go back to the hut to get your swimwear. Hibiya, Seto, Shintaro and Konoha are already in their swim shorts. Ayano successfully convinced the stubborn Shintaro to change. Now, only you and the cheerful #3 of the Dan are left who is still not in swimwear. "[Name]-chan~ What kind of bikini you've got?" Kano crept behind you while you were searching for your swimwear. "G-g-ghie! Don't do that again, Kano!" You scolded him when you suddenly felt a shiver run down your spine after Kano's statement, your face turned blue for a while as your shoulders started tingling. You were currently holding a [f/c] two-piece. "Oh~? So [Name]-chan isn't shy enough to show much skin?" He placed his index finger and thumb on his chin, examining the two pieces in your hands. "Unlike Marry and Kido" He laughed, but then he was kicked on his left rib. You looked at him and he was already lying on the floor, hands on his injured rib while his face showed agony. You felt like laughing but suppressed it, you looked to your right and saw an angry Kido. Her eyes are burning with fire. "U-uh..." You sweat-dropped.

After you change, you exit the shower room then see that they are already playing in the water. Speaking of water, when you exited the shower room a moment later, a bucket of water fell straight on your head, wetting your whole body in the process. "Iya~ A perfect way to wet you first before you go swimming~" You heard the prankster's voice filled with mischief. You were already shaking in anger, clenching the empty bucket on your head, you threw it at Kano. "Oops! That was close" He grinned when he evaded the incoming bucket and then went away, running. "Get back here you brat!" You yelled in anger, trying to chase the mischievous cat-boy. "Hahaha! I'm older than you, as you can see!" He laughed then went to the water. You gritted your teeth and then followed him there.

The two of you were chasing on the beach, splashing each other water and laughing. "Gotcha!" You tackled the blonde boy on the shallow water, your arms around his waist. "Hahaha!" Kano laughed and then looked at you. You sat on his stomach then gathered some sand in your hand, you smirked at him. "Revenge time~" You cheered then covered his face with sand. After your fun, in which you filled his whole face with sand, he stood up with made you fall on your rear. He wiped away the sand on his face and then looked at you. He grinned at you and you smiled cheekily at him. "Do you like summer, [Name]-chan?" He asked you then helped you stand up. "Yes. Especially when I'm with my friends" You replied then wiped some sand that was left on his cheeks. "Especially when I'm with you~" You took a peck on his lips which caught him off guard. "Let's join the others, shall we?" You offered your hand to him. "Sure" He grabbed your hand and then ran to where the others were. Special summer love on the beach.

#fanfiction #fanfic #female reader #alternate universe #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #fluff #drabble #mekakucity actors #mekaku city actors #mekakushi dan #shuuya kano #shuya kano

[thekavseklabs]

04: A memory that your character cherishes for Vynathr

It had been a very, very long time ago, when the Levik named Kano first came to the village. Vynathr had been grown, then, but only by a year or two, and still uncertain of his place in the world as every opportunity felt unwelcoming and cold. Kano had come in spring, when the trees were dropping pink petals, and the early-harvested neian fruits from the orchard were not quite at their sweetest for eating, but would make the best wine. Vynathr had marked his coming from the wall, and hurried down to the gate, as did several others, as the priest led his cart of refugees into the village.

His robes flowed smoothly and his face was kind, and Vynathr felt even in that moment a sense of wonder at the gentleness and warmth he could sense even in a stranger, when he was so used to this bitter place. He could almost have missed the droplets of blood that hit the forest floor, falling from the cart where the injured laid, leaned up against each other in an attempt at comfort. The cart held three, and was pulled by two more, weary people who had barely made the journey. Placed alongside those injured people was a small collection of books, one of the passengers was quietly reading to another. The cart was more normal a sight, but grim, it stung as a stark reminder beside Kano, who was well and had walked beside his fellows rather than riding just to spare them the weight.

"People of refuge, I am Kano. We come from the southern village of Tyrn-hien'k. It was burned to the ground. Some more may follow, but if they do it will be on their own- we were the first to escape and we could not look back. I am a priest and a healer, and I bring with me warriors and innocents, workers. We beg you for hospitality, and will pay how we can. Please." The address he gave was to the village at large, for he knew no leader- not until Typo stepped forward.

But Vynathr's father's words were not a part of this cherished memory, no- all that was important is that Kano had come. Over the years the memory may have changed slightly, for there was no real way Vynathr had known at the time that he was seeing for the first time the most important person in his life, no real reason for him to have felt the wonder at the time that he attributes to it now, but nevertheless, no matter how faulty, the memory was cherished. Every memory of Kano was, and looked back on with a sort of golden washed hue, as if Kano shone with some sort of radiance for the simple virtue of being kind.

Ultimately, he was a sort of private saint, one known only by Vynathr- to him, if he were to be asked, Kano must have surely been some sort of angel of mercy. But no one would ask, and no one would know. As dear as this memory was, ultimately, Vynathr was the only one who was still alive to have it, and no one had ever thought to ask about the kind priest of the burned village of Tyrn-hien'k, of refuge.

#vynathr; the execution of all things #mun writings; endless chatter #to those who dont know #yes vynathrs dads name is typo yes it is a joke #because he is a joke of a man #writes a drabble about kano. cries.

[theelderhazelnut]

WIP Wednesday

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This is a drabble that takes place a while after Ombra’s first day in Black Dragon. Ombra goes there just to see Alex ( @chadillacboseman ) again, and analyze him a bit more. Also, she meets Alora ( @bihanspookies ). This is not proof read!

It was worth it to encounter Kano so uncomfortably often just to see him for a few minutes. Alex Demir was making me more and more curious each day. He was handsome for sure, and also charming in his own way, but those kind eyes looking at me so cheerfully and that toothy smile which belonged to a baby boy, they did not belong to this mess of a fight club.

I put my hands in my pants’ pockets, and watched General Argen dodging a woman’s poweful punches and kicks. Argen happily followed me and insisted on fighting all day in the cage; just like a toddler going to the amusement park with his mother. The savage crowd around the fighting cage were ripping their throats apart by their endless screamings.

I scanned them from where I was standing - away in the shadows -, hoping to catch a glimpse of Alex. I would not miss that messy bun and headband, and of course, that height. But apparently, he wasn’t there.

I turned on my heels to go for a walk around the club; all around it. That was the main reason I came here in the first place, and that very motovation blooming in me made me nervous. From the first second Argen and I entered the portal to Earthrealm I kept reminding myself that this would pass. I would analyze him, his behavior and who he actually was, and I would erase him from my mind. The only reason that dragged me all the way from Metalrealm to Black Dragon was his Turkish accent, not his cute jokes and the way his pretty eyes gleamed when he looked at me… .

No! No, no, no, no, no!

I stood still. I was obeying my emotions.

“There you are, Ms. Ironhead.” A feminine voice called, a little bit lost in the distant yellings and deafening music. Her auburn hair was neatly braided, and the sleeveless turtleneck highlighted her well trained muscles.

“Alex and I heard that you have paid us another visit. He’s looking for you, I guess. He was thinking that he could use your help with that new explosive he’s crafting. And I have found you now. Guess I’ve done a big favor for him.” The woman explained.

Despite her implied humor, he intense blue eyes were daggers to my own.

I nodded. “Thank you.” And I started walking again.

“Nice jaw, by the way.” She threw a compliment in a totally monotone voice.

I rose my hand in appreciation, then immediately made a turn, and the increasing volume of the noises was reduced dramatically. I dashed in the corridor untill I reached the stairs. I flew upstairs, passed a corridor, and made another turn. My heart was booming in my chest.

#wip wednesday #ombra the ironhead #alex demir #mk alora #mk oc #mortal kombat oc #ironheart #ship: you feel like home

[mynameismisty]

LAST UPDATED: 3.28.24

All my works are here!

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Smut-☆

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Fandoms I write for: Mortal Kombat 1 (with the exception of Kano and Erron), Diary of A Wimpy Kid, Harry Potter, both modern and marauders era, BBC Sherlock.

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MORTAL KOMBAT:

BI-HAN

[☆] Summer Heat [click here]

ERRON BLACK:

[☆] D'you? Really? [click here]

JOHNNY CAGE

[☆] Mine [click here]

KENSHI

[◇] Dating Kenshi Takahashi [click here]

KUNG LAO

[☆] Moonlight [click here]

[☆] Bad Day [click here]

RAIDEN:

[♡]Just The Small Things [click here]

[♧,☆] Too Late [pt.1, pt.2]

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enjoy reading my lovely!

#masterlist #mortal kombat1 #mortal kombat #mk1 #raiden #mk1 2023 #fluff #smut #kenshi takahashi #mk fujin #fujin #johnny cage #harry potter #marauders #marauders era #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick heffley

[the-hanged-lover]

rules

basically just who i write for and general rules when requesting. who i write for is subject to change as time goes on. you can find my masterlist here.

please do

i will write oneshots, drabbles, and headcanons; feel free to request for any.

be detailed.

request as much as you like. i don’t mind. i love getting requests. :D

i will write about potentially upsetting topics. trigger warnings will always be present. these topics include s/h, violence, things related to suicide, abuse (never by the person i’m writing for), and profanity.

i typically write for female readers in mind, but i will do gender neutral readers or male readers if requested. i will also gladly do other pronouns besides she/her.

please do not

do not—and i cannot stress this enough—request anything smut related. ever. i will never write it.

do not badger me about requests. i’ll just delete it and move on.

i will not write about the reader cheating/being cheated on by the character you request; they can be cheated on by a different character. i will also not write anything related to a specific weight. do not request anything related to miscarriages.

tua

luther hargreeves. diego hargreeves. allison hargreeves. klaus hargreeves. ben hargreeves (original and sparrow timeline). viktor hargreeves. sloane hargreeves.

marvel

frank castle. yelena belova. matt murdock. elektra natchios. wanda maximoff. bucky barnes. sam wilson. jessica jones. steven grant. marc spector. jake lockley. stephen strange. thor. loki.

wrestling

la knight. roman reigns. jey uso. asuka. rhea ripley. cora jade. indi hartwell. dexter lumis. becky lynch. bayley. dakota kai. iyo sky. cody rhodes. damian priest. dominik mysterio. finn bálor. carmelo hayes. trick williams. jade cargill. seth rollins. sami zayn. kevin owens. chad gable. ilja dragunov. tiffany stratton. mjf. christian cage. danhausen.

horror

jason voorhees. amanda young. lawrence gordon. mark hoffman. pinhead. hannibal lecter (both movie and tv versions). will graham. patrick bateman. charles lee ray. tiffany valentine. candyman.

the boys

billy butcher. hughie campbell. frenchie. m.m. kimiko miyashiro. annie january. queen maeve. cherie. homelander. soldier boy.

gen v

marie moreau. emma meyer. jordan li. cate dunlap. sam riordan.

mortal kombat

mileena. kitana. tanya. hanzo hasashi. kuai liang. kung lao. raiden/dark raiden. kenshi. johnny cage. bi-han/noob saibot. smoke. li mei. jade. shang tsung. kabal. kano. ashrah. rain. syzoth. sindel (midway/mk1 version). skarlet. cassie cage. sareena. erron black. fujin.

killing eve

eve polastri. villanelle.

#the umbrella academy #tua x reader #marvel x reader #marvel x you #wwe x reader #wwe x you #aew x you #aew x reader #the boys x you #the boys x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #slashers x reader #slashers x you #killing eve x reader #wwe #aew #tua #the boys #marvel #slashers

[love-bokumono-fics]

Fresh Crops! December 18 - December 31, 2023

That last of 2023's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

Her Voice Within - by syavwits; Complete, 7/7, 15k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandoms: Back To Nature Relationship: Claire the Farmer/Gray; Characters: Claire the Farmer, Pete the Farmer, Gray, Rick, Kai, Cliff, Doctor | Trent, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Karen, Popuri, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Elli | Elly, Manna, Duke, Doug | Dudley, Old Ellen, May | Mei, Stu | Yu, Zack, Won | Huang, Anna, Basil the Writer, Saibara, Harris, Gotz | Gotts, Kano, Louis the Entomologist | Chuu, Greg, Barley | Mugi, Aja | Adge Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Romantic Soulmates, Soul-Searching, Mystery, Mute Protagonist, Found Family Summary: It's not that Claire can't talk, she sometimes speaks yes, but only when she really put all her energies to do it. Then there's Gray, the stoic guy with the famous resting b*tch face, he doesn't want anything to do with anyone, everyone, even the new girl although she's… cute. While Pete tries to save his farm, he also confides in Claire and asks her help to search for his unknown childhood friend, his first love, who apparently is one of the girls in Mineral town?!? Will Claire manage to find Pete's long-lost Best friend? Will Claire find what she truly desires in her second chance at life?

Cooking Lessons Part II - by blushroomx; Complete, 1/1, 3.5k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/F Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Flora / Vesta; Characters: Flora, Vesta Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst Summary: The sequel to "Cooking Lessons", Flora's POV.

Restraint - by MidnightArrow; Complete, 1/1, 4k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: A Wonderful Life, DS Cute Relationship: Celia| Cecilia / Marlin | Matthew / Pony; Characters: Marlin | Matthew, Celia | Cecilia Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Tragic Romance Summary: Cecilia studied the area where his fingers met her wrist. The farmer's face flashed through her mind. She thought of the long afternoons they spent analyzing Matthew's stray touches and unexpected smiles, the farmer gushing over his every move. She thought of Matthew beaming at the end of the aisle on his wedding day. She thought that she couldn't love Matthew if he went any further.

We're Friends - by dicelady20; Complete, 1/1, <1k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town, Kill la Kill Characters: Matoi Ryuuko, Gray Additional Tags: POV Third Person, Double Drabble, One Shot, Friendship, Gray, ryuuko Summary: This drabble is an aftermath of an incident, where Gray (Harvest Moon) saves Ryuko (Kill la Kill). Now she returns the favor and drags him to a closed mini-mart.

Rainbow Curry - by Anonymous; Complete, 1/1, 2k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Multi Fandoms: Grand Bazaar Characters: Hansel, Gretel, Daisy, Ivan, Freya Summary: Oliver sold Anita's peculiar grass collection, and now she's upset because she needed them for the rainbow curry she always prepares during the holidays. Oliver ventures into the city with Daisy and Ivan to find new ones for her.

Sex for Christmas - by Daryls_Favourite; Complete, 1/1, 1.5k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Daryl /reader; Characters: Daryl, Reader Additional Tags: Sex, Fucking, Oral Sex, its just a mature one shot x reader, Unprotected Sex Summary: It’s Christmas time in the valley, and this more demanding reader-chan is gonna get what she wants

Out of Reach - by MidnightArrow; WIP, 5/11, 2.6k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandoms: Sunshine Islands, Island of Happiness Relationships: Chelsea/Vaughn | Waltz, Sabrina | Sefiina/Vaughn | Valts, Chelsea/Mark, Mark/Sabrina | Sefiina; Characters: Vaughn | Waltz, Chelsea, Mark, Sabrina Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Romance, Friends to Lovers Summary: "What's it like to be in love?" Chelsea and Vaughn share a bittersweet moment in the meadow that slowly unravels their friendship. Will something new take its place?

Live a little, love a lot - by IslandsOfAvalon; Complete, 1/1, 7.5k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: F/M, Gen Fandoms: Trio of Towns Relationship: Female Farmer/Wayne; Characters: Wayne, Female Farmer, Original Female Character(s), Ludus, Ethan, Yuzuki, Lisette, Siluka, Stephanie Additional Tags: Stephanie doesn't speak but I mention her enough that she counts, and a good few others who're mentioned but don't speak!, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Rodeo, That's right folks this is a Rodeo AU, I call it "the Trio Rodeo", Fluff, Country & Western, Rodeo Competitions, Cowboys & Cowgirls, Alternate Universe - Western, Horses, Horse Racing, I spent so long doing research for this please let it pay off, I sneaked in a little bit of Lisette x Ludus because I'm soft, Dancing, Love at First Sight, because he is and I will repeat a dork, Not Beta Read, no beta we die like my crops the second the season changes, I spent way too many hours listening to country music while writing this Summary: There used to be magic in their world, once upon a time, and it’s widely accepted that magic is still very much present even if humans no longer have the ability to use it. Wayne blames magic on the way Hinata falls off his horse, boldly wrestles a steer to the ground as fast as he can manage while the animal struggles valiantly against his hold, and somehow makes it away completely unscathed.

Twice Shy - by JillOfAllTrades__x; WIP, 1/2, 6.7k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationships: Molly/Matthew, Mark/Cecilia mentioned; Characters: Muffy | Molly, Marlin | Matthew Additional Tags: Unrequited Love, Hurt/Comfort, Heartbreak, Drunken Confessions, Christmas Party Summary: Last Winter Forgotten Valley bore witness to Mark and Cecilia’s nuptials, leaving two residents reeling from the ceremony. A year later, Rock’s impulsive Secret Santa holiday party gifts them the potential for closure.

Home For The Holidays - by TheBeckster; Complete, 1/1, 2k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Gen Fandom: Grand Bazaar Character: Lloyd Additional Tags: Ranch Story Secret Santa 2023, cozy vibes, coming home, home is where people love you Summary: After a long time away from Zephyr Town, Lloyd returns just before Starry Night.

deja vu - by FountainOfDreams, pinkfrogsndaylilies; WIP, 2/?, 3.4k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandoms: Animal Parade, Tree of Tranquility Relationships: Angela the Farmer & Kevin the Farmer, Candace/Kevin the Farmer, Angela the Farmer/Chase, Everyone & Everyone; Characters: Angela the Farmer, Kevin the Farmer, Hamilton, Gill, Chase, Candace, Wizard Gale, Witch Vivi, Harvest Goddess Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, Sibling Bonding, Past Lives, Alternate Universe, Crossover, kind of, Evil Plans, replaying the games and felt motivated to repost this, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard, Slow To Update, Older Sister Angela the Farmer, Brother-Sister Relationships, Chatty Cain, being revamped as we speak Summary: Siblings Angela and Kevin move to Castanet, a faraway island in the middle of nowhere, to start their new lives on a farm. Their days passed peacefully, everything the same as the last; wake up, water the plants, care for the animals, give Chase his marmalade, visit the town, repeat. It was all very...familiar. One day, a strange small fairy showed up in their kitchen in the middle of the night looking anxious, and scared? Something wasn't right about this town, and Angela and Kevin now feel obliged to get to the bottom of it.

The Princess and the Carpenter - by SymphonicFantasia; Complete, 50/50, 7.5k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Magical Melody, Save the Homeland, Hero of Leaf Valley Relationship: Dia/Kurt | Hayato; Characters: Dia, Kurt Summary: They weren't so different from one another although others may not think so. Just because she was a "princess" didn't mean that the carpenter didn't belong with her. It just took a bit of chiseling to see who they really were deep down. And even then, they would only show those halves to one another.

#fresh crop monday #harvest moon #story of seasons #friends of mineral town #back to nature #a wonderful life #trio of towns #hm ds cute #grand bazaar #island of happiness #sunshine islands #animal parade #tree of tranquility #magical melody #save the homeland #hero of leave valley

[chadillacboseman]

A little drabble. The result of a convo with @roofgeese >:3

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"Why do you insist on remaining with the cowboy?" Sheeva folded both sets of her arms across her chest as she stared down at Echo's waifish form.

"I like him," Echo pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose as she craned her neck to look up at the Shokan royal.

"He is pathetic. Weak. Even our children could beat him before they took their first steps," Sheeva wrinkled her nose in disgust and Echo chuckled, "You could easily bring even the mightiest of our warriors to their knees."

"Really? I would think your people valued strength- the physical kind, I mean. I'm not exactly a pinnacle of muscle," Echo gestured vaguely at her body, clothed in a baggy black sweater.

"That is not true," Sheeva gestured to the stone wall behind her where illustrations were etched and painted by generations of Shokan lost to time, "the Earthrealmers have painted us to be savages- war-obsessed and without culture." She ran one of her three fingered hands over the rough wall and paused at a painting, crude and out of proportion, unmistakably done in the unsteady hand of a child.

"Your intelligence is what makes you worthy, Echo of Earthrealm," Sheeva returned her attention to the small, blonde figure in front of her, "Your beauty is a dividend."

It was odd to hear Sheeva speak so frankly; Echo felt her cheeks flush at the words.

"What made you accept Alex?" Echo found her voice as she tamped down the flush in her cheeks.

Sheeva was silent for a moment, lost in thought, before she spoke, "He is very honorable. Even when the one you call Kano ordered him to kill my people, he refused at great risk to his own life. He keeps no resentment or fear of the Shokan like so many of your kind do."

"Is that all?" Echo pressed, her head cocked innocently as she waited for Sheeva to speak again.

"He is also very attractive."

#sheeva

[inariizaki]

lucy's masterlist.

alice in borderland.

panorama | shuntaro chishiya.

candy | shuntaro chishiya.

signal | arisu , chishiya , kuina.

game of hearts | arisu , chishiya , karube.

together with you | daikichi karube.

attention | mira kano.

hey kitty kitty! | kuina + ann.

enough | daikichi karube.

forgotten yet remembered | shuntaro chishiya.

haikyū.

wait, what? | kita shinsuke.

you study too much that it's making them worry | various.

4town.

as your classmates | filo!town.

knockie knockie! | robaire hidalgo.

you like them back | filo!town.

hearts day special | robaire hidalgo.

ice cream | tae young.

courting | robaire.

drabble I. | robaire hidalgo.

drabble II. | robaire hidalgo.

drabble III. | robaire hidalgo.

drabble IV. | robaire hidalgo.

academic rivals | robaire hidalgo.

you study too much that it's making them worry | various.

#% — masterlist.

[fahclove]

Dreamy Drabble Day 14: Road Trip

From @deancaskiss’ s drabble writing challenge. (The Final One!!!) Feat: The Mekakushi Dan

It felt as if the whole van tipped as they rounded the corner, sending the entire Mekakushi Dan falling into each other.

“Watch the turn, Leader!” Momo cried through a mouthful of Marry’s hair.

“Sorry,” Kido mumbled from the front seat, face bright red. 

Kano laughed, “Seems our impeccable leader forgot to practice before agreeing to drive two hour–Hey!” 

His teasing was cut off by Seto jabbing his fingers underneath the headrest and into his neck. Kido would’ve done it herself, but she was too busy white-knuckle gripping the steering wheel, staring dead ahead at the yellow and white lines. 

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Shintaro mumbled from the back, head buried in Konoha’s jacket, who looked entirely unbothered by the situation. 

“Not on me!” Hibiya screeched, trying to get to the seat in front of him. Momo and Marry beat him back until he gave up and curled into a ball. “I can’t believe I’m in the back. I should’ve been in shotgun,” he muttered to himself.

“Sorry, kid, I called dibs!” Kano laughed.

“No, seriously, I think I’m gonna be sick,” Shintaro repeated. Konoha opened up the window and made a gesture for Shintaro to stick his head out of it. 

“Master’s bright green,” Ene cackled. “You know, guys, I have the perfect song!”

Everyone groaned as Rolling Girl blasted through the speakers, Ene humming the song quietly in the background.

#dreamydrabble #my writing #in honor of august 15th being in *checks watch* 45 mins #kagerou project #mekakucity project #this is the most self-indulgent thing ive written in a long time #tho ig every kagepro thing i write is super self-indulgent lmao #this isnt that great but i had fun and thats all that matters #and this is the last prompt!! im done!!! wahoo #i think this was a good expiriment i def know how to write quick scenes better i think #i wasnt very good at fitting the word count but oh well #big thanks to deancaskiss for this prompt list #and for reblogging and commenting on all my drabbles #very very sweet #and a good writer!! #ok bye <3

[sweetestrequiems]

Wishing for the Normal

Summary: When Catherine Parr and Anne Boleyn go to Peaks for their open mic night to support Katherine Howard, the couple get pulled up by the young woman to sing a duet. With a giggle, she, and the three other ladies at their table cheer them on. Boleyn and Parr grab the microphones, and just hope for the best from this experience.

Character(s): Parrlyn (Anne Boleyn / Catherine Parr) Katherine Howard Jane Seymour / Catherine of Aragon (Catalina) / Anna of Cleves

A/N: Kit + Soho Cinders + Parrlyn = Ideas.

Moral of the story: don’t leave me alone to think. I will think and it will come out on paper. This is inspired by Soho Cinders’ most iconic number, “Wishing for the Normal.”  Because this takes place in the universe of Out of a Book, some of the references and places might not make sense. It will all be explained in due time. And you all can bet your little tails the whole song is written out.

This is also my apology to all of you who dealt with my total chaos earlier. I love all of you and I am so sorry you had to witness me being a huge nerd and evil gremlin.

Tag List: @bchcadcd | @watercolored-lemonade

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Thursday nights were for coffee, laughter, and open mic nights at Peaks Coffee Company.

It was a tradition, for the six ladies to go to Peaks whenever Katherine was back in town from classes. It happened to be the winter break, and the ladies were all excited to go out together. It was about 7 on the dot when the ladies got there. Catherine gently pulled on Anne’s arm, leading her to one of the cozy corners. Close enough that they could see Katherine perform whenever she decided to go up there, but far enough that the two could have a nice conversation. It was bliss for the two of them, as they thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company, even with other people around. “I always love coming here with you, Cathy,” Boleyn whispers, leaning on Parr and resting her head on Parr’s shoulder. “There’s just good memories with this place. I feel like such a saddo for saying that.”

“Don’t. And you’re no saddo! I agree, this place... it has very nice memories,” Parr chuckled. With a glance up, Parr noticed the other ladies approaching. Catalina set one of the mugs down in front of Parr, and another in front of Boleyn. Sitting up, Boleyn nodded as a thank you, a smile coming across the mellow face. Katherine sat right next to Parr, Jane was right in front of Katherine, Catalina was in front of Parr, and Cleves was in front Boleyn. “I swear, I wonder how I would live without you, Lina,” bringing the mug up to her lips, Cathy took a sip of her coffee. Catalina just shook her head, grinning. “You wouldn’t be alive at all. You would literally die from drinking nothing but coffee and not eating.”

Laughter came from Cleves and Seymour.

“Considering all she does is stay in her room, yeah. I don’t doubt it! Sie schläft auch nicht, oder?” Anna gave a cheeky smile, with Catherine’s face being so deadpan at the comment, she just chose to roll her eyes as a response. “I do sleep, thank you very much. It only takes me three hours to fall asleep because I spend two of those writing.” Catalina raised an eyebrow at the response, knowing Parr stayed up late at night unless she had to be up before 8 am. There was more laughter at the table.

“Sleeping is important,” Seymour nodded over at Katherine, “and this one could tell you all about it. You slept last night when you got home, right?” The youngest of the ladies nodded with sincerity. “Yeah! I stay up late sometimes with homework, Miss Parr. If I learned one thing about uni, it’s that balancing sleep and homework is difficult. So I definitely get why you stay up at night. I do the same thing,” Katherine allows her smile to shine, Parr letting out a bit of a laugh. “You’re not wrong. Balancing sleep and work is very difficult. Now, how long are you going to keep us waiting, star in hiding?”

That’s where the mischievous smirk came from Katherine Howard. “I’m not singing tonight, actually.”

The other five women stared at Katherine with wide eyes, in actual shock that the reason they normally came on Thursday nights was not the center of attention. Digging through the backpack she brought, the youngest of the group pulled out a binder, and handed it to Parr. A second one got pulled out, and was handed to Boleyn; the third she kept in front of her. “I’m showing off my piano skills tonight, and you two are going to sing for me while I play!”

The look on Anne Boleyn’s face was one of fear, and the one on Catherine Parr’s face was total embarrassment. The couple looked at each other, and gulped in unison. Boleyn had a blush running across her face, but more notably across her cheeks and nose. “I... Sing? You want us to sing?”

“Why not?”

Parr felt her face lose color. “I... we’re not singers, Katherine.” This was the instance where Parr reached for the coffee and began to down it like water on a hot day. Catalina raised an eyebrow, with a more confused look this time. Anna however, began to actually laugh. She knew that habit of hers all too well. Jane was looking at Katherine with furrowed eyebrows, but her face was full of confusion, much like Catalina’s. Sucking in a nervous breath, Parr stood up, setting the mug down. “Okay, Katherine. I’ll sing.”

Anne Boleyn let out a shaky sigh, but she nodded and also stood up. “I’ll do it too. What are we singing, Kat?”

Standing up, Katherine took her binder and opened it up, skipping to the keyboard up on the stage. She sat down on the chair, setting up with a little too much excitement. All she did was let her right hand play the first few measures of the song. “Wishing for the Normal from Soho Cinders! I’m sure you’ve both heard of it. You’re both English, right?” A rather awkward moment of silence, before the two women nodded. “This will be fun, come on!”

If there was one thing Katherine loved about majoring in music, it was the fact she got to play piano. She loved it. And just to make Anne and Catherine feel comfortable, she slowed down the beginning.

Raising the microphone up to be near her lips, Anne hid the nervousness with a smile. “Just imagine pouring your cornflakes, looking up and someone's there. Someone you have just spent the night with, someone’s life you're proud to share! Haven't put my face on, haven’t done my hair. Haven't had to worry, as it’s her standing there.”

The piano began to pick up a little pace. Catherine was going to match it, with a similar smile to Anne’s. “Just imagine out on the dance floor, turning ‘round and there she is. It's your lady, the one you came in with, three years on, your hand in hers. Living in a semi, maybe have a cat. Nothing that's too fancy, tell me what's wrong with that?”

Looking up from the music for a brief moment, Katherine Howard began to smile.

The couple looks at each other, the nervous smiles seeming to grow into genuine ones. The two nodded, knowing they had to sing on together. “Wishing for the normal kind of dream. Nothing too excessive or extreme. Hoping for the hum-drum, is that aiming high? Others seem to find it, tell me why on earth can't I?”

Catalina’s jaw could honestly hit the floor with how impressed she was. Anna just had a wide-eye expression that screamed her shock for her. Jane was thoroughly impressed by all of this, but mostly by Katherine’s piano playing ability. 

“Wishing for the normal kind of dream. Trouble is they're harder than they seem. Am I too ambitious? Am I out of touch? Am I wishing for too much?”

Frantically flipping the pages, both ladies chuckled while the piano kept on going behind them. Lucky Parr, she got to start off this time. “Just imagine cooking lasagna, like those adverts on TV.” And the biggest smile came out of Boleyn with this line. She just felt all warm and fuzzy from the fact she was spending time with her girlfriend. “Sitting on a fake leather sofa, babies bouncing on my knee.”

“Living within reason, loving when I can. Feeling I am someone, not some sad old lass.”

Almost instinctively, as if she knew Katherine would start playing softer, Anne made her voice softer. She could only hope Catherine would follow. The other three at the table began to smile, quietly cheering them on from their spot. “Just imagine mowing the lawn.”

And the hopes came true, because Parr did soften up her voice. “Just imagine popping some corn.”

Even Katherine Howard herself was cheering them on from the piano. She wanted to laugh, but really couldn’t, so... she did what she does best. Giggle it out.

Boleyn’s free hand reaches down for Parr’s, with the two allowing their fingers to interlock. The look on her face said it all, she was smitten by this woman in front of her. “Just imagine breakfast in bed.” “Just imagine owning a shed,” Parr let out a chuckle right after the lyrical line. She was not one to sing, but this was an exception she was happy to have made. Memories were all she wanted, and memories was what she was getting.

“Just imagine doing the school run.”

“Going for picnics.”

“Keeping a goldfish!”

A laugh from the two. They nodded again, allowing themselves to sing right on through to the end. “Wishing, wishing! Hoping for the hum-drum, is that aiming high? Others seem to find it, tell me why, why, why can’t I? Wishing for the normal kind of dream. Trouble is they’re harder than they seem.”

At this point, the table was standing up. Catalina was nodding along with Anna, but Jane? Jane was already clapping. “Go ladies!” The blonde woman giggled, happy to see some of her now closest friends so happy with each other.

“Going to a nightclub, cinemas and such,” Boleyn’s eyes finally met Parr’s. “Eating in a restaurant, happy to go dutch,” the smile on Parr’s face grew from seeing Boleyn’s smile grow as well. 

“Am I too ambitious? Am I out of touch? Am I wishing far too much?” And while the two lovebirds stared at each other, their young pianist allowed herself to continue the instrumental, even playing the accompaniment to the last few lyrics they had forgotten. Laughing, Katherine Howard stood up and started clapping. “You two sounded amazing!”

“Go Cathy!” “Way to go Anne!” “I’m proud of you, Kitty!”

The couple just kept looking at each other, with laughs eventually coming from them both. As much nerves as they had to fight, they loved every second of it. Being just a smidge taller, Catherine Parr leaned downwards to peck Anne Boleyn’s lips, but little was she expecting for Anne to actually stand on the tips of her toes to meet her halfway. “You sly little rascal you!”

“You love me.” Anne set the microphone back on the stand, before grabbing the binder off of the stand and walking herself back to the table. Parr just laughed, repeating all of Anne’s actions before sitting down next to her. Katherine Howard, however, remained on the stage and allowed herself to continue to play whatever came to her mind. For the duration of however long they would stay, there would be a newfound sort of joy in the ladies, and the soft lullaby of a piano in the background. 

#Out of a Book #Kano Drabbles #Parrlyn #Catherine Parr #Anne Boleyn #six the musical #six the musical fanfiction #six fanfiction #six the musical fanfic #six ff #Six x Soho Cinders

[for-the-love-of-kombat]

¦ Meeting your parents ¦ ns/fw(ish) at the end.

Kano

So the Black Dragon top dog is absolutely smitten with you - for that's the only way he will bother meeting your family - and decided to make things right.

Your family had the habit of holding dinners once in a while as a mean to spend quality time together. It came quite as a surprise to you when kano approached, looking a bit nervous and then asking you if he could come along next time.

Your silence due to your surprise and stunned expression was quickly taken as rejection by him. Cheeks reddening and shoulders slumping a little, he turns away quickly, throwing a chuckle and a casual "Just kidding! Forget that I asked love. You wanna grab a drink?" to brush away his sudden question.

But you didn't miss the slight hurt on his dark eyes before he turned away. When the shock wears off, you ask Kano if he's serious about it and when he confirms, you extend the invitation to the next dinner.

To say that you were nervous wreck when the day arrived was an understatement. You sat at your parents' living room in silence save for the occasional answer to your relatives questions, mind racing a miles per second at the fact that Kano would pop at the door at any given moment.

It's not like you didn't love the man. You did, very much. But you were painfully aware that, putting simply, Kano was and acquired taste. Scenarios of him showing up on his usual clothes and - gods forbid - usual musk and flirting openly with you on his less than refined manner in front of your granny made you want to fake your own kidnapping and start a new life in the Bahamas.

Your heart nearly stopped at the way too familiar sound of his car' engine pulling in the front of your house. Getting up from the couch way too fast to get him at the door. If you had courage to date Kano, you damn better also have it to show him off. Straightening up and taking a deep breath you open the door.

As soon as your eyes lay upon what is on the other side, you almost choke on the breath you took.

!!!

Who is this guy?

Of course that's Kano, who else would have a metal plate covering half his face and a shining red eye, right?

Kano is dressed to the nines. His chest is for once covered up in a cream (and clean!!) dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms and showing off a golden watch and a sliver of his tattoos. His lower half is covered in tight dark wash jeans and a pair of leather boots.

His hair. Oh gods he trimmed his beard to be presentable. And his hair is combed back. And there's gel on it. He chuckles at your shocked expression and pulls you closer, kissing you on the cheek. He is even wearing that cologne you bought him ages ago.

You step back, letting your eyes rake over his form. Gods he cleans up very well. You feel tempted to grab him by the hand and drag him back to your home, but instead drag him inside.

"So, what do you think? Am I suitable enough to woo your mom off her feet?" he asks with a smirk, lacing his fingers on yours as you guide him to where your parents are.

Your mother gets a rose bouquet. Your father is gifted a very fine bottle of whiskey. And he showers the table with charm and tasteful jokes the whole dinner. Your parents are swooning over him by the time the night ends.

- drabble -

"So, who are you and where in the my lover' body?" You jokingly ask him as soon as you are outside.

"What, can't you believe that I'm Kane, a charming fella that brings you mom flowers and is a successful entrepreneur?" Kano answers you with mock hurt on his voice, hand dramatically going to his forehead as he turns his face away "You wound me, love. Wound me."

You snort a ungraceful laugh at his antics, pulling him to you and loudly kissing his metallic cheek then burying your face on his chest you speak. "If I am being honest, I was afraid you were going to show up-"

"In my usual attire?" he chuckles when he feels you nodding 'yes' on his chest "No, love. Your family isn't ready to face me in all my greatness. Not yet." he tilts your chin up to peck your lips before taking your hand and tugging you to walk with him to the car "Besides, I have to leave a good impression on them if I wish them to give me your hand in marriage someday in the future."

You walk in silence to the car, and Kano squeezes your hand to get your attention, pulling your back to his chest in a soft embrace. He clears his throat softly before speaking up again.

"I mean... If you would like to get stuck to a guy like me. It is. I know I'd love to have you by my side." he starts to fidget with your fingers when you remain silent as you think about it. With a smile, you turn around and hold his face between your hands.

"You know what, I do not hate the idea. Sorry for being silent, it is just a lot to take in."

The smirk on his face sends raging warmth to rise on your cheeks. You couldn't have picked better words huh?

"Oy love, but you haven't taken anything in... Yet." Kano punctuates the last word pulling you to him and grinding against your leg, getting hands when you pull him closer.

"Ah, there's my Kano." you whisper between kisses "I'm ready to ditch my family if you are. The dinner was good but..." you purr, running a hand down his neck and undoing the top buttons of his shirt "You, my beloved dragon, looks good enough to eat. And I'm hungry." you say, dragging him inside the car.

Masterlist

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat headcanons #kano mortal kombat #kano x reader #mortal kombat fluff #for the love of headcanons #For the love of kano #meeting your parents #implied ns/fw #headcanon #drabble

[caribouwritings]

A Typical Tuesday in the Black Dragon:

Kabal: “whatcha reading?”

Erron: “a book.”

Kabal: “I know it’s a book, cow a**! I meant what book is it?”

Erron: *promptly b*tch slaps Kabal with the book* “take a look, sh*t face!”

Kabal: “f*ck you!”

Erron: “f*ck you!”

Kabal: “we still on for drinks tonight?”

Erron: “hell ya’!”

Kano: “the f*ck is wrong with you two?!”

#caribou drabble #caribou originals #mortal kombat #erron black #kabal #kano

[theelderhazelnut]

Since I mentioned in the first chapter that Ombra and Kano do business, I’m gonna write a little drabble about how it all started, and how these two met.

Including moots’ OCs perhaps?👀

#hazelnut’s thoughts #ombra the ironhead #kano #mk oc #mortal kombat oc #it’s gonna be chaotic

[thenukacolachallenge]

Caution: Wet Floor

Rating: T

Words: 3830

Warnings: Explicit Language, mentions of alcohol, very brief mentions of opiates and addiction

Pairings: none

Summary: Kano attempts to forcibly recruit Cash Black(no relation to Erron, stop asking her) into a full-time Black Dragon agent. Cash attempts to make her case as to why that’s a terrible idea.

Cash Black had, all things considered, a fairly dangerous lifestyle. She was a chain smoker. She loved to drink. She was a recovered(mostly) addict of opiates. She’d been shot in the head twice, point-blank, and lived to tell the tale.

And, most dangerous of all, her day job was delivering drugs and alcohol to different mercenary companies, including the Black Dragon, whose compound she was currently in, the morning after the most recent delivery. Because of this, she always tried to be thankful for the little things in life, since really, that was all that was ever promised.

The beauty of the rising of the sun over the Mojave desert. The warmth and smokey smell of a freshly lit bonfire. Dolly Parton.

But the thing she was thankful for most of all, above everything else in life, was the morning’s first coffee and cigarette. That was why Cash savored the feeling of the warm mug encased in her hands, the just-lit cigarette hanging out of two fingers, her face hovering above the cup to deeply inhale the aroma. She sighed, completely blissful for a brief moment, and took a quick drag of her cigarette, exhaling the smoke with a giant grin, before bringing the mug to her lips.

“HEY CASH!”

A loud voice appearing out of the ether next to the woman startled her, making her yelp and jump in her seat, which caused the coffee mug to go flying. Liquid flew all over Cash, dousing her cigarette and staining her clothes, hat, and the floor and table surrounding her.

She blinked a few times, processing what had just happened, as the voice that had called her name began to laugh, hard.

She knew that fucking laugh. “Aw come on, Kabal! What the hell?”

“I told you I’d get you back for scaring the shit out of me when I found you passed out in my bathtub, you weirdo,” he boasted in between his cackling. “So much for that ‘chronic good luck’ you’re supposedly blessed with, huh? Figured that’d spare you from getting covered in coffee, but I guess not.”

He was referring to Cash’s constant brag of having “inhuman levels of good luck”, wherein she would get drunk after her delivery and brag about different stories where random happenstance got her out of sticky situations. It was common enough to where most of the compound that would still listen to her knew of her supposed powers.

“Well, I mean, it could have still been super hot and burned me. So, that’s actually good luck,” she responded, only half paying attention to the mercenary’s mocking as she tried to shake as much coffee off her hat as she could. Luckily for her, it didn’t get in her hair; she really didn’t have time to go shower again before her next pickup. “And besides, I already told you I don’t fucking remember how I got there either, on account of I was passed out drunk in a bathtub. Dickhead.” She finally turned her attention to him, solely to flip him the bird.

“Well, whatever, that doesn’t prove shit,” Kabal countered, still gloating at her misfortune. He crossed his arms, an air of smugness about him. “The coffee not being boiling is a nice afterthought, but it didn’t stop it from happening. That’s bad luck.”

She scoffed at him, standing. “Look, I have another pickup in the next few hours, and I need to change. Can you at least go get a mop and bucket for me so I can clean this shit up before someone actually important around here gets mad that I made a mess?”

He huffed in response to the dig at him, but mumbled a “I guess, long as I don’t have to clean it,” before disappearing in a flash of purple. Cash shook her head in disbelief as she walked back to the loading dock, where she kept spare clothing and food in her delivery truck.

Cash returned to the cafeteria area about ten minutes later. She was still wearing the black flat-brim cowboy hat that she’d been wearing prior, clean of all coffee. However, she’d changed from a long sleeve denim shirt(with the sleeves rolled up to show off her tattoos, of course) to an old, worn band tee. A pack of cigarettes was tucked into the also rolled-up sleeves that hit around her shoulders. The plain denim jeans had been replaced with a pair of black pants that were all but held together with different iron-on patches and safety pins. She glanced at the giant brown puddle on the floor, sighing wearily at the mess.

There was a mop and bucket waiting for her, as well as a roll of paper towels and a bottle of cleaner on the table for it and the chairs. Kabal was lounging in a nearby chair that hadn’t been splashed with coffee, arms stretched behind his head, making a show of relaxing as she began to wipe down the table and chairs and spray them down. She couldn’t help but grin a little as she rolled her eyes at him; any time she was here, the two loved to antagonize each other. He was like a work brother. An annoying, smug, mercenary work brother.

Overall, he wasn’t so bad. Well, compared to some of the people here, anyway.

“Anyways, Kabobble,” she began with her nickname for him, picking up the coffee mug from the floor, “If I really don’t have super luck powers, how do you figure all my stories happened? And how do you explain me winning literally every single card game I’ve ever played against Erron? He lost five hundred dollars to me that one game, and he still plays against me to try to prove you guys right. Hasn’t won yet. Hell, he won’t even bet actual money against me anymore. How do you explain all that if not for crazy good luck?” She asked pointedly, dumping the last of the dirty napkins into the trash and beginning to wring the mop out.

“Easy: You’re lying, and Erron’s a dumbass and bad at card games,” Kabal retorted with a derisive chuckle.

“He wins against almost everyone else most of the time.”

“So you’re better at card games than most people.” He shrugged. “That doesn’t automatically make you lucky.”

“Hey, where’s the caution sign?” Cash interjected suddenly, looking around the bucket as if it’d be magically hanging somewhere that she missed.

“What? Don’t change the subject.”

“I’m not changing the subject! I don’t wanna be responsible for any of you meatheads’ hospital bills, is all. I know one of y’all is gonna run through here and slip and break your ass, or something.”

“You’re so fucking needy,” Kabal groaned, making a big show of folding his arms over his chest. She was sure that under his mask, he was rolling his eyes. But once again, he disappeared, leaving a brief flash of purple in his wake. Cash shook her head in response to his dramatics and began to mop up the spilled coffee.

It was quick work, but Kabal still wasn’t back by the time she’d made her second pass with the mop. The sign must be hidden under something else, she figured. Probably not a lot of cleaning of maintenance closets going on in a place like this, after all.

“Miss Black.”

Another voice from out of nowhere startled her, eliciting a small “Jesus tapdancing Christ” and another startled jump from Cash. Thank fuck there was no coffee in hand, this time. She whipped her head around, to see fellow cowboy and surname share-er, Erron Black, staring her down a few feet away. He raised an eyebrow as he surveyed her skittishness and the mop in her hand.

She laughed nervously, shooting him an especially awkward pair of finger guns. “What’s up, my fellow yeehaw?” 

She usually only saw Erron in the evenings after she’d made her delivery. They played cards together occasionally, and shared stories about guns, country music, and cattle ranching, but she could never really get a proper read on him. It didn’t help that everyone assumed they were related somehow, seeing as how they were both named Black and had a penchant for western wear.

Overall, also a pretty cool guy, if a bit more into the cowboy shtick than she was. It was strange to see him so early in the day, however.

He tipped his hat in response to her, then cocked his head towards the hallway he’d just come from. “Boss wants to see you. Says it’s urgent.”

Guess she was finished mopping after all. She carefully laid the mop itself against the wall, and kicked the bucket to the side, taking care to not slosh the water out of it.

Cash frowned as she did so. “Aw shit, that doesn’t sound good. Is this about that one Blackjack game?” 

Erron stared blankly at her for a brief moment, then realization flashed through his eyes. “Naw, I don’t have nothin’ to do with this, darlin’. ‘Sides, you already repaid me for that with the really nice Outworld whiskey.” He chuckled a little, more to himself than her. Then, he turned around and motioned for her to follow.

She shrugged, and fell in step behind him. Erron’s constant use of pet names had always struck her as a strange choice, but it never really bothered her too much. Anticipating a strong need for nicotine to deal with Kano this early in the morning, she fished her pack of cigarettes from her sleeve and a lighter from her pocket, replacing the one that got decimated during the avalanche of coffee.

Cash had never actually been into Kano’s office. Normally, by the time she got to the compound for the day, the crass Australian was already well into a bottle(or several) at the bar. The hallway that Erron led her down was one that ended in a pair of double doors that opened automatically as he stepped forward.

The Black Dragon himself, Kano, sat at a desk in the middle of the room, glancing up with a wicked grin as Erron and Cash walked in. “Well well well, if it isn’t my favorite delivery driver,” he crooned to Cash, which immediately made the hairs on the back of her neck stand straight up.

Something felt very, very wrong.

Kano stood and sauntered in front of his desk, leaning against it, very visibly sizing up the woman. She was tall but fairly skinny, all bony elbows and knobbly knees. Her face, half-hidden by her hat, seemed to be permanently coated in the dirt and grime of the desert. Her dark brown eyes were fixed upon him, brows raised in visible confusion. Her hair, a mousy light brown, was shaved on the sides, the length that was left hitting just around her jawbone, and looked as worn and ragged as the rest of her. 

The Australian looked her up and down more than once. To the average layperson, Cash Black didn’t appear to be a very imposing person, or honestly, even a fairly competent one. Luckily for Kano, he knew better.

Cash cocked her head to the side. “Howdy, Bossman,” she spoke carefully, taking a drag from her cigarette and blowing it to the side. “Any reason you’re gawking at me like you wanna take a bite, or…?”

“Been thinking on something for a bit, love.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

He ignored her quips, as he usually did. She had a big mouth, but for the most part her snark wasn’t directed at him, so he let this one slide. “Been thinking it’s time to make you a full-time Black Dragon agent.”

She scrunched her face a bit. “Well, you know, I do very much appreciate the thought, but I’m not really looking for a full-time gig, Bossman.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

“... Ah.”

Cash frowned, her brows furrowing, processing the implication behind his words. She moved the cigarette from between her lips into her fingers, almost robotically. She paused, relatively speechless for the first time in her history in the Black Dragon compound(at least, as far as either Erron or Kano could recall). Her hands first moved to her hips, then folded across her chest.

“Huh.”

She didn’t even have a damn cup of coffee to soften the blow of this. What a bummer.

Then, finally, she glanced back up to Kano, who’d been watching her hesitation with a smug, knowing look on his face. Her hands moved again, into a steepled position, after returning the cigarette to her mouth.

“Now, I can understand why this arrangement would be beneficial to you.”

Her hands, still steepled together, then both pointed forward towards him.

“However.”

Kano snorted in response. “Oh, this ought to be good.” 

He was, at the least, amused by her, which raised her spirits if only a small amount. She was self-aware enough to only ever mildly get on his nerves, reserving most of her penchant for fuckery for people like Kabal and Erron. That, plus her being the booze delivery girl, tended to make Kano more predisposed towards her. 

Perhaps a bit too much, she thought to herself.

“Now, I’ve been a fairly loyal worker for the Black Dragon thus far. I’ve always brought everything back on any scavenging missions, even when it didn’t benefit me to give it to you. Hell, I’ve never even skimmed off your alcohol orders, and y’all are just about the only people I deliver to that I can say that about. Why, then, would we ruin a good thing we’ve already got going?”

“But that’s exactly it, love,” he countered, his remaining eye glinting as he broke into another unnerving grin. “You’ve made me a lot of quid on those scavenging missions. You’ve never stolen. You’re a model employee, and I could use more of those. And, we all know I don’t like to share.”

“Well, now I’m going to have to try a lot harder to be incompetent and annoying. You know that’s what’s gonna happen, right?”

“Until I get bored of it anyways,” Kano responded with a shrug, his smirk widening. Cash paused for a moment, then frowned again and clicked her tongue in disappointment. 

“Okay, yeah, you got me there. But what about my other bosses? Like, you realize I work for several other people, and you’re about to piss them all off, right? I mean, I wouldn’t want to make a bunch of drug lords mad...” she trailed off with a shrug, taking a quick moment after to take a puff of her cigarette.

Kano cocked his head to the side and let out a derisive snort. “I don’t give a shit about your other bosses. They’re more than welcome to come and try to do something about it”, he responded, shrugging just like before. His remaining eye narrowed as he spoke, becoming tired of the back-and-forth. “You’re gonna be working for me and me alone from now on.”

Cash sighed exasperatedly. This was not how she had wanted today to go at all. She had, at most, one more shot to make her case before she actually pissed Kano off. “All right, but here’s the thing--”

Before she could finish her thought, a loud wailing noise began to blare through the office, startling all three of them.

“Fire alarm?” Erron asked, staring disparagingly up at the flashing lights and wincing at the alarm’s blare. “S’ere a drill today?”

“Not supposed to be,” Kano responded with a frown, his eye narrowing as he headed toward the door. “Keep an eye on her, Black.”

“If there’s a fire, I ain’t sticking around.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass what you do or where you go, just don’t let her out of your sight!” he barked in response as he left the office, making his way to the heart of the complex. 

Cash saw her moment. She signed deeply in resignation as Erron turned to watch Kano leave. “Hey, man, I’m really sorry about this,” she said, readying up.

Erron’s face scrunched in confusion, as he began to turn again to face her. “Sorry? For wh–”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence, as Cash rushed at him, throwing a surprisingly strong punch. It landed squarely against his jaw, causing him to immediately crumple to the ground, unconscious.

She sighed again as she glanced down at him. “For that,” she replied. She genuinely felt bad for sucker-punching the man, but she had to get out of there while Kano was distracted by whatever had caused the alarm. She looked around briefly, finding a pen and a scrap of paper on a nearby desk. She scribbled something on it, then placed it into Erron’s hand, closing the man’s fingers around it. 

Cash then exited the office, glancing around to make sure the Australian wasn’t still around, and began sprinting down an adjacent hall, toward the loading dock where her van was parked.

“Fucking hell,” she muttered to herself as she ran, “ Luck, don’t fail me now.”

~~~

The mercenaries were milling about rather uncomfortably in the cafeteria area. Clearly, most of them were also unsure if the alarm was because of an actual fire or not. They turned their heads to stare as Kano marched through, a scowl on his face.

“Oi! Is there actually a fire or what? Not supposed to be a drill today! Getting real tired of you drongos pulling the alarm all the time,” he shouted to nobody in particular, continuing to stomp through the walkways.

Until he slipped on the wet floor.

Kano’s footing failed him rather quickly, his legs flying into the air first, then the rest of him. He hit the ground hard, causing his breath to be knocked out of him, stunning him temporarily. He rolled to his side, groaning and sputtering, gasping for breath. A few agents nearby snickered, a few others watched him with concern, unsure if they should assist or not.

“Wow boss, you just seriously ate shit,” Kabal’s voice cackled from nearby as Kano continued to catch his breath. The masked man appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, with his signature flash of purple. Kano responded with a weak bird flip, moving to his knees as he wheezed. 

“Did you miss the sign, or what?” Kabal asked, still chuckling at the Australian’s misfortune.

Kano looked around, after finally catching his breath. “What fuckin’ sign?”

Kabal pointed. Kano followed the motion of his hand, to see a small yellow sign on the ground that read ‘Caution: Wet Floor.’ He saw a mop laying on the ground next to it as well. And right above where the mop lay, a fire alarm was attached to the wall, the handle turned down.

Well, that explained what set off the alarm. 

“Who the BLOODY HELL left the mop out?!” He roared, enraged. This caused a few more snickers from nearby agents, which Kano quickly silenced with a glare, his robotic eye glinting dangerously.

“That would be Cash. She spilled her coffee and mopped it up earlier. I went to get the wet floor sign for her, but when I came back she was gone. Not like her to leave a job unfinished like that,” Kabal explained in a confused tone, completely oblivious to the fact that Kano had been the one to interrupt Cash’s mopping in the first place.

Kano’s face contorted into a look of pure rage as he realized what happened. The fucking luck powers were real. Son of a bitch.

“Kabal, get to the loading docks immediately. If you see her there, don’t let her leave under any circumstances. Do I make myself clear?” he ordered.

“Uh, okay, I guess,” Kabal responded, unsure as to the source of Kano’s rage. Kano turned, very carefully while still on the wet floor, to begin the return back to his office, until he heard a loud grunt and a thud. He glanced back exasperatedly.

Kabal also slipped on the wet floor, landing straight on his back, now in the same situation Kano had just been in. There was no stopping the laughter from the other Black Dragon members this time. “Kabal, you fuckin’ yobbo! You put out that sign!”

Kabal couldn’t respond yet, merely coughing and sputtering as Kano had. He moved his hand to his back as he tried to recover, turning his oxygen on his setup higher to help himself.

“And turn that goddamn alarm off, too!” Kano snarled as he began to run back to his office.

When he returned to the office, the doors swung open as usual. Cash was nowhere to be seen, and Erron Black was flat on the floor, just now beginning to wake up from being out cold.

“God DAMN it, what do I pay you drongos for!? You can’t watch one woman??” Kano swore bitterly as he turned on his heel and ran down the hall to the loading docks. About the same time as he reached it, the blaring of the alarm finally stopped, and moments later, he saw a flash of purple speed by him. 

Guess Kabal had finally recovered.

Cash’s van was already pulled out and far away from the check-in point. As Kano reached the other side of said point, Cash poked her head out of the driver’s side window, waving with a giant grin on her face, cigarette in hand.

“Like I was saying before we were interrupted, that whole solo deal’s really just not gonna work for me,” she shouted to be heard over the sound of the motor and between the distance. “But please, feel free to hire me out for freelance work any time! See ya next dropoff, Bossman!”

With that, she drove off with a screech of the tires, continuing to wave her hand at the building getting smaller in the rear-view mirror.

Kabal, who’d arrived seconds before Kano had, glanced over at the Australian. His remaining eye was fixed on the fleeing vehicle. If looks could murder, Cash would have dropped dead at that exact moment. The masked man heard the noise of spurs behind him and turned, seeing that Erron had arrived onto the scene, rubbing his jaw. 

“What the hell just happened?” Kabal asked the cowboy, confusion palpable in his tone.

“Kano tried to force Cash into a full-time role. The fire alarm went off, and when Kano left, she got a lucky shot off on me. Hit me right in the jaw,” he explained, scowling and continuing to rub his face. “Least she left this note though.” He held it up for Kabal to read.

‘Terribly sorry for the sucker punch. IOU more of that good Outworld whiskey. C U later Yeehaw Man!’

Kabal stared at the note, then up at Erron, all the pieces finally clicking into place for him. He then turned to the faraway truck in the distance, folding his arms over his chest.

“Huh. Guess she really does have good luck powers, after all.”

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[xoxoperse]

Hi there again! I just wanna request one more prompt and then I’ll leave you alone. Lol. Could you also write 20 for Kabal?👉👈

| i love writing your guys’ request that you send in! submit as many as you want, hun! it give me something to do, lmao.

| quick note: sorry it took a few days, i’ve been been switching from drabble to drabble. i’m trying to get everything out asap! 🥰 i didn’t actually write the words “come sit in my lap,” but i still wrote something close to it. hopefully that doesn’t bother you! and one final thing, i’m sorry that it’s kinda hella short! i tried to add a bit more at the end to make it as long as possible!

since you and kabal had a day at home, you two decided to do a cuddle and movie marathon, a literal netflix and chill, if you will. you two were currently laying on the couch, with kabal spooning you. he was slightly elevated against the arm rest of the couch, while you just laid on the cushion, your legs curled up a little bit. he had his arm around the lower part of your torso, watching the movie.

“can it be nap time now?” you asked softly, turning a bit to look to kabal. he looked to you, nodding.

“i could definitely go for a nap,” he agreed softly. you slowly sat up, kabal’s hand going to your waist. he sat up a bit more as well. you stretched your arms, then yawned. you looked to kabal with a smile. “i think i want a snack..” you said, lowering your arms. “want anything?”

kabal shook his head, giving you a smile. you stood up, walking over to the pantry and looking for something to eat. kabal sat up straight, watching you as you walked away. he took every moment he could to watch and admire you. he really did love you more than life itself.

you come back to the couch, sitting back down beside him. he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, lightly tracing shapes on your arm. he kept you close while you snacked.

he may or may not have stolen a piece from you.

once you were done eating, you got up again to throw away the trash. you came back to the living room once again, kabal with open arms. “come here; i want to hold you,” he said in a slightly whiney tone. it was normally you saying that to him. you smile, shaking your head at his cutesy actions. you crawled into his lap, and he wrapped his arms around you. you brought your knees up a bit, resting against him - chest to chest.

you buried your head into the crook of his neck as he held you, you being able to smell the cologne off of his shirt, which was typically one of his work shirts. you close your eyes, soon falling asleep up against he one you love most.

kabal smiled widely as he held you, watching the movies until he passed out himself. he would never change these simple little moments for anything. he never knew how he got so lucky to have you, but he’ll be damned if he lost you to anythingnor anyone; he will always do his best to protect you.

later that night, after you both woke up, you and kabal continued your movie night, along with some drinks and little snacks here and there. the night was just blissful for the two of you.

after quite a few drunken hours, around 4 in the morning, you two went to bed, the kovie binge finally being over. you two gave each other a goodnight kiss, and then you were back to being happily spooned by kabal; keeping you close throughout the rest of the night.

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