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uchihaharlot · 3 months

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CEO! AU Where their employee is too naive about innuendo 😅

Too pure and these guys wreck her during a personal "meeting" in their office.

(Separate scenarios please 🙏)

Me dearest moot,

I apologize this took me so long. 😅 I find it hard to write ooc scenes, but then again everything written outside the Narutoverse is considered ooc. So I just rolled with it, didn’t feel it at first. Sat on it, went back edited it — added more and hopefully the outcome is to your standards.

I truly am committed to writing almost any ask that is sent my way.

I do apologize, this got lengthy. I cannot not write anything less than 3k it seems when in the mood. Lmao. I give you smut with minor plot, because I love a bit of backstory and I adore characters that have a familiarity between them or some fluffy shit like that.

(When I wrote this, I was not aware of your preference for Itachi at the time. Shisui CEO was already in the works. Honestly am not entirely convinced this is good. I would be willing to do Itachi in a separate ask, I just didn’t want this to be like 15k of figuring my shit out).

NSFW; airhead-ish intern; smut w/plot; praise kink; oral; vaginal; unprofessional work environment; sex at work; Enjoy!

wc: an exorbitant fucking 3.4k; fuck and I’m not editing it much more right now. Will go back, I just felt like the worlds biggest piece of shit for taking so long lol

As fresh blood in the world of accounting, credentials meant everything. Especially if you want roll with the big boys. Which is why when accepting an internship nearly six months ago from the most prestigious accounting firm, you didn’t hesitate to accept. It would look good on your resume and if lucky enough, you’d be offered a job and avoid the hassle of sending out hundreds of applications.

So far things have been mild and mundane.

Coffee this, tea that. Dry cleaning. You hardly even made an appearance into the conference room except on few occasions.

Today was one of those days your presence was requested. Shisui Uchiha, CEO, owner and founder of Tomoe LLC. An accounting firm for high profiled clients.

Yea, your designated boss was that guy.

The one who made tabloids left and right with his fuck you money and all. The guy who probably had every woman in the office, including yourself, humid and longing. Didn’t even have to try, and there was no lying. How unfortunate you had the hots for him. Regardless of your stance, you retained the upmost professionalism in his presence.

When Shisui walks into the conference room, all eyes are on him. Composed, clean cut and admirable. As an intern your job is to take minute notes, jot ideas he spouts off and anything of importance. At the end of his hour and a half long ramble. Everyone is dismissed.

‘Except you.’ Words you didn’t really expect, but nonetheless did as you were told.

Once the room is cleared, Shisui’s gaze catches yours. Sharp and observant, you felt under the microscope of his heavy dark eyed gaze. ‘I need your help on something.’

Which was great, usually.

This is what you’re here for. If it was coffee, you’d fetch it. If it was picking his dog up from the groomers, that too. You got to use his shiny new car, which was a treat. He made sure you knew nobody before you had that privilege.

‘I’m listening, Uchiha-san.’ Submissive and severely cute as you retained his attention. Even if unintentional, it made his eyes flicker whenever you called him that and he straightened up a bit. A smug grin on his face.

Ever the good girl.

Shisui taps at your laptop, quickly you open its notebook app, ready to record his thoughts. ‘I want you to draft your own document on project of your choosing. Consider it a ‘review.’ How can you make this company grow?’

Oh, it was one of those reviews. The preliminary ‘give me your thoughts and maybe you can have a job’ situation. He continues, ‘on one condition… meet me in my office after work. And we’ll discuss it more personally.’

‘Anything specific I should focus on?’ It wasn’t confusing, but you had the sense there was something particular he was looking for.

He smiles and gazes over you. Shisui always said he appreciated your tenacity and go-getter attitude. ‘Just whatever comes to mind; nothing too serious…..when you write this document, just remember it's for me. It should be tailored to suggestions you think I would….be interested in.’

‘Right, for you…for the company.’ You sheepishly smile back. Why was the room hot, why did your stomach disappear and leave you feeling sick almost. Not in a terrible way, but well….no. He’s your damned boss!!

‘Good girl.’ Something crawled up your spine when he said those words. Your body treasonously gushed, and it was hard not to flush warm in the cheeks. ‘Make sure to send this off before you stop by my office. It would be…beneficial for me to know before we further discuss this in a personal setting.’

A personal setting. After work.

You weren’t stupid by any means, part of you truly believed your boss was hitting on you and the other half was partial to the fact Shisui just knew how to get what he wanted. So, for the last few hours of your day, you focused on real issues within the company. You didn’t want to insult him, but there were things that could improve the numbers and have an impact. Small minute details you picked up the last few months. The document was sent off the last half hour of the day before you walked down to the elevator and took it three floors up to where the higher-ranking individuals in the company were stationed.

Maybe you could be up here. Maybe your ideas would actually mean something. A small smile spreads your face before you knock on his office door.

When Shisui opens the door, he immediately steps aside and motions for you to enter. That’s good sign, right? His gaze lingers as you take in the office that you see maybe three times a month. Your actual duties are handed down to the secretary on your floor directly from him.

A soft click of the door closing has your nerves striking flint at one another.

‘I like how you took this assignment so seriously….’ Taking a seat at his desk, hands folded together. He takes her in.

‘You’re not offended?’ Of course not! The numbers didn’t lie, you had found a hole in his company’s bottomline. Money was being filtered out. If anything, he was grateful you did this so thoroughly.

Shisui’s eyes seem almost piercing, ‘I’m not offended at all. In fact, it’s impressive. Very impressive….now exactly how did you figure this out?’

Oh, that was a toughie. It was by accident, really, you explain. Within the first few weeks of your internship, you were granted access to classified information. Unsure if this was even allowed, you figured that if a potential job was to be had. You needed to know the numbers. Unfortunately for Shisui, undoubtedly, someone was stealing money from him. He had his suspicions prior to your upheaval, but no real way of confirming without causing the perpetrator to become aware. Aside from that it was intricately encrypted, meaning you were incapable of providing further details of who.

Shisui eyes you the whole time, his unwavering gaze felt unkind almost, but sincere. ‘So, you were just casually going through the inflow and outflow. Just so happen to discover…. money missing?’

You exhale heavily, this sounded like it could backfire. ‘Y-yes. I’m sorry if that was a breach of my contract, I figured if I was granted access—’

Shisui’s light chuckle interrupts you, a sort of calm, almost relieved feeling washes down your nerves. ‘You’re fine, I admire your determination and commitment to this company. It seems I can’t trust everyone here…’

‘I suggest, if you’re open to it…. calling tech support, they might be able…’ the words hit your face from the floor. Someone in tech support would be the perfect position to lay low and hide or dispose of backlogs. Shisui quirks an eyebrow at your acute observation. ‘Tech support would be able to see behind all of that.’

At first, he is surprised, then perturbed. Tech support would be capable of seeing behind the encryption or worse. Creating it. Leaning back in his chair, he folds his hands under to his chin. ‘A smart observation….that is….unfortunate. For them, if so.’ A hint of admiration in his voice has you smiling at his praise.

Shisui can’t help but stare at you for a moment. That smile is adorable, even more when you’re not completely flustered by him. When you’re almost comfortable in his presence. ‘You’re a very sharp girl…and you have a good grasp of this business despite being just an intern….’

‘It’s nothing….really. I was just…trying to get on top of the game.’ A soft shrug is all you manage. What else could you say? Now wasn’t the time to toot your own horn.

Shisui leans forward in his chair. He can't help but notice you’re a still bit shy, reserved and overtly quiet in his presence. More times often than not are you loud and boisterous with the friends you’ve made here. Something lurches in the back of his mind; his tone of voice softens.

‘I’d like to commend you for your efforts. You’ve outdone yourself and even figured out someone is potentially funneling money from me.’ He pauses briefly, ‘just out of curiosity though….why did you accept this internship?’

The harsh truth resurfaced with a prejudice. You were bitter the first few weeks, though you were grateful for this opportunity here. Not a word back from a single firm within the five great nations when you sought them out. It was nearly a month later after you had sent out the portfolio did Shisui’s firm respond. ‘You were the only firm to return interest and extend an offer.’

This was not something Shisui expected to hear. It disheartened him and left a foul taste in his mouth. Surely other firms would have been interested. He hadn’t sent a reply as quickly beforehand. Thinking you would take an opportunity in another country. Most people wanted to leave their home cities; he responded solely on the fact he was too eager in his selection for you. The portfolio, while small, was exceptional. Organized and precise. His stubbornness made him hold off but the business side of him does what’s best for itself.

He had to have you, to see the woman behind the mind. Even if you weren’t the spectacular woman before him, he still would have hired you. He wasn’t discriminatory in that matter, only if you would be beneficial to the firm. He knew from the initial interview that you would be, it was just a bonus that you were drop dead gorgeous.

‘No other company reached out?’ The irritation in his voice was severe and brought blasphemy in his eyes.

The hardened look on his face softens once more as you continue, ‘I was shocked to receive your extension to interview.’

Another unexpected answer. Shisui didn’t expect that the other internships went unanswered, but he never once turned down the free labor hours of an internship. There wasn’t a damn thing that made you unworthy of a position here. Intelligent, well calculated….submissive. You did every thing he threw at you from silly errands he couldn’t be fucked with, to listening to him bitch about Genma’s vacation in the Land of Tea being two weeks.

‘So here I am. Almost the six month review. I was hoping that this recent development would…be a retainer for a full time position…’ the words taper off. Hearing how silly you were.

Scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours was not at the forefront of your mind.

But it was his and, well, the funny thing is. Shisui’s back, is on his cock. That’s exactly the kind of back scratching he was referring to earlier when he asked for you to come up with a minor presentation for him. He figured this one wouldn’t fly over the crows nest, but it had. You didn’t quiet catch his intentions.

He would just have to be more…direct.

A small smile spreads his face, the fact that you were just so bashful with your request. Shisui rounds his desk quickly, his hands at your forearms. Sights sharp with intent. Deep baritone grows soft when he addresses you, ‘consider me impressed.’

You quickly dial in at his hands holding you so, so intimately. ‘Why?’ Is that really all you can manage? Though you didn’t understand, ‘why do I impress you? I did something that someone else should have been doing.’ Your brows pinch.

Shisui doesn’t answer right away, he takes the time to consider you. He thumbs small circles on your left arm, as if he is trying to properly convey the words of adoration without scaring you off. ‘You’re right, I should have someone doing this. I am just impressed you were that person when it should have been someone more experienced in this company.’

‘But…?’ Waiting for it. For the let down of not having a position here.

Shisui runs a hand through his hair, the other still on your left arm, ‘this is the first time I’ve ever thought about extending a full-time position to an intern in awhile. But…from now on, you will not be an intern…’ a pregnant pause makes the air thick and stale for a moment. ‘You’ll be my assistant.’

‘Assistant?’ That wasn’t working with numbers, ‘that’s not…numbers or anything close to it…’

Shisui’s laugh fills his chest and reverberates in his throat stopping at a light hum, the grip on your forearm tightens a little to capture your undivided attention wholly. ‘Do not worry. I never said that you would stop working with numbers. That will still be part of your position here. But, moreover, I want your input on other aspects of this company. Marketing, communication, etc. a more….intimate experience at my side.’

You gawk. ‘How can you consider that from a near bare portfolio. I surely haven’t worked my weight in ryo here, not even close.’

In this moment, you look adorable to Shisui. Exasperated and uncertain. Almost undeserving. ‘You’re forgetting exactly why I chose you for the internship. I knew from the moment I interviewed you that you were a very sharp young lady. My trust in your abilities has grown exponentially these past few months, and hence…this new position for you.’

A soft click of your tongue, it was all coming full circle now. ‘This sounds like a curated position that was just made up.’

Shisui’s lips curl into a devious smile, that slips below subtle smirk. He narrows his eyes a bit, those eyes ever intense and drinking you up like the finest whiskey. That calm and composed side of Shisui is replaced by a commanding and dominant presence. Unholy even.

‘Uchiha-san?’ A sharp exhale as Shisui snakes a hand around her waist.

He brings you flush to his chest, running a hand through your hair. Drags his nose along your jaw and up to your cheek before his lips stop at your ear. Hot and raspy, Shisui’s intentions are more than clear. You notice how tall he really is, just towering over you. How much older he is too.

‘What…are you doing?’ A whispered hiss of astonishment at his direct approach.

‘What do you think I am dong?’ Sweet like honey, his voice is deep. Commanding. Possessive.

‘I’m partial to believe this is not in my job description….’ Your soft breath fans the his cheek as he rakes a hand up the nape of your neck.

‘I never suggested it was….’ The words send shivers down your spine, his thumb traces down your cheekbone. His warm breath smells sweet, you know this is not appropriate. Against policy. And as much as you’d hate to admit it.

You enjoyed it. ‘Then what is this for?’

You graze your nose in return over his cheek, the boldness amuses Shisui. How much did you like this? ‘This is part of the perks that come with your new job. If you haven’t noticed by now… I tend to enjoy your company.’

Well no, you didn’t notice. Not until now, ‘no, how could I when I’m hardly doing as an intern should?’ That was cute.

The small moan from your lips is even more adorable as Shisui dragged his lips down your neck. Delirium filled your head space, this was moving too fast. Before you knew it your tight pencil skirt was shucked to above your hips and you were laid on his desk.

Subservient to his desire, fueled by your own deplorable greed within. You could just let Shisui have his way with you, not that you saw it this way. Sex was currency, was also free and felt fucking good. The part of you that may or may not have fantasized this exact scenario unfolding was in charge now.

Spread out, legs over his shoulders holding his head in a vice squeeze. How did it get far this fast? Nose in your heat, lapping and twirling his tongue over your clit. Fingers curling in the confines of your taut muscles. Muscles that ached for it; were drenched for him. If your knocked a few things off his desk, Shisui would forgive you. This was the reason why he’d drawn you in after hours, the sounds you made were no less than a few doors in range: if anyone was still here after hours. They’d hear and pretend they didn’t the next day.

When his cock stretched you, molded you to him. He reamed a hand around your neck and pressed your back into the keyboard. Every time you came close to coming, he squeezed and stopped thrusting. Making you writhe and submit further to him.

‘..please.’ Your desperate whimper.

‘Please..what?’

Those soft eyes of yours caught his attention, ‘..please let me come Uchiha-san.’

He kissed you sweetly, but fucked you like an office whore as you came all over him. ‘Such a good girl…’ rang your ears every so often as he softly panted out between thrusts. Shisui flipped you to your stomach once you succumbed to his relentless pounding. Wrung his hand in your hair and craned your neck back to expose the delicate flesh. Nipping your pulse point, he sheath himself once more. Slower, needier. On the verge of filling your sweet hole with his genetic markup. Gripping your waist to steady your body, he whispered many things of promise if you accepted his job offer.

His bed, car and money. What on earth had gotten into this man? Shisui couldn’t figure out for himself exactly what he was saying either, but it was all forgotten the split second your salacious whimper and saying you were coming again. Had his hips steam rolling and slamming into you harder. Pumping his thinking length as he coated your insides. Holding your back to his chest as you both moaned out loud.

Surely, this was unprofessional. The entire time you fixed your clothes, you expected him to rescind his decision. That didn’t happen. Not when he fixed his tie, adjusted your skirt and covered you with his coat. Not once did his resolve change as you both walked out the dark office and got out of the elevator. He took you to dinner, paid an extraordinary amount of money for too little food and ushered you home. Opened your door and lead you by the small of your back to your front door and gave you a chaste kiss.

‘See you in the morning, ill be here at 6:30am’ It was fully decided by now that you did have a a full time position now, and he handed you a check for the firsts three months salary, and then some that had your head spinning.

‘This is unnecessary..’ It was money that you’d only ever seen on paper, let alone now held in your hands.

‘Consider it a bonus, and a reward.’ Shisui lifted your chin, and kissed your cheek.

You watched as he waited for you to go inside of your apartment, then he left.

#shisui uchiha #shisui headcanons #shisui smut #Shisui x you #shisui #uchiha shisui #sorry this took so long #I really struggled with it #i wasn't ready

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https-furina · 10 months

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happy 100 followers!

i know its been asked already but can i ask for 4. “it was just a nightmare, it’s okay.” with big brother kazuha?

feel free to delete this if you dont feel like it!

✎ the comfort only brothers give.

ft. kazuha + gn!reader

prompt: "it was just a nightmare, it's okay."

w.c. 705 words

content: fluff but i swear it may as well be angst i'm so sorry !! big brother! kazuha, entirely platonic, there's only a few years difference between them - it's not too drastic, a little (scoffs at my own words) angsty bc it occurs after tomo's death

notes: god i wish i was still this close w my brothers hshshsh (perse lore: i'm the youngest sibling)

for years - in fact since birth, you had always had the room closest to your brother. kazuha was barely grasping the idea of where babies come from when your mother had told him she was pregnant with another child, that he was going to be a big brother. did this mean he had to share his sunsettia snacks? your mother gave him a playful grin when he asked, claiming that she knew you'd prefer amakumo fruits instead. kazuha was elated that not only would he have to not have to share his snacks but he'd have a new friend to play with. he was attached to you the moment you was born, never leaving your side and crying whenever you would cry.

he was justifiably hurt when your parents told him the pair of you couldn't share a room but instead you were placed in the room beside his. growing up, the pair of you created the childish habit of knocking on the wall to communicate with each other. whenever you wanted your big brother, you'd simply knock on the wall and he'd be at your door in moments - his hands usually stained with ink from writing poetry. these habits made you joined at the hip and inseparable, learning each other's likes and dislikes as if your lives depended on it.

it's late in the night when kazuha is head deep in a leather bound tome full of poetry - dating back decades upon decades. the pale moonlight is filtering through his window, which is open as he basks in the cool evening air of the inazuman summer. despite being so at peace, kazuha is perturbed. something feels off and he keeps sending skeptical glances around his room as he tries to find out what's making him so uncomfortable. he's been restless for over a week now, in cohorts with a captain as he plans his escape from inazuma - but that means leaving you behind. you're hellbent on staying with your parents, who are on the brink of their life as they swear their souls to the raiden shogun's tyranny.

kazuha also knows that you're restless too and when you finally get that glimpse of peaceful slumber, it's unrequited. it throws you into a dark sea, making you thrash to keep above water as you struggle to breathe in the deep end. it plagues your mind, playing scenes that happened a week ago. you see his pained eyes, the colour draining from his face and suddenly you're shaking, laying awake in your bed. the sheets are damp from your cold sweat, skin sticky too. a choked sob leaves your lips before you're doing that tuneful knock that's oh so familiar to kazuha. he's heard it so many times over the years - from break ups to ending friendships and sometimes just being mad at your parents.

he's at your door in seconds, hands prying it open quietly as to not make it creak when he sees your shaking form curled up on your bed. kazuha's heart breaks, shattering at the sight of you so vulnerable when you whisper out your brother's name and he's climbing onto your bed beside you. his arms wrap around you as you violently sob into his chest, soaking his shirt.

"hey, hey - breathe," he coos, a hand on the back of your head as he rests his chin on your head, "it was just a nightmare, it's okay."

but it isn't okay. it won't be for a while. you're babbling incoherent sentences about tomo into the fabric of his clothing and kazuha chews his lip, blinking back the stinging in his eyes. his spare hand rubs in motions up and down your back, not minding that you're almost completely soaked in the aftermath of your nightmare. you still see tomo's face when you close your eyes and it draws you to whimper in distress.

perhaps this is the turning point, the moment you realise that you do not wish to stay in inazuma any longer despite longing to fix the relationship with your parents before it's too late. you decide that you wish to go with your brother when you clutch kazuha's shirt in your fists, pressing your forehead to his shoulder.

#— 🧁 sugar ‘n’ spice #https-heizou #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact fluff #genshin kaedehara kazuha #genshin kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #genshin fluff #genshin platonic

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nedjsmlfavs · 1 year

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On Retcons

Generally speaking, I’m not a fan of retcons. They tend to feel cheap as they indicate that a story hasn’t been well planned. However, there are times when a retcon is so over the top and blatant that it’s kinda hilarious.

Season 5 of Miraculous introduces a massive retcon in episode 16 (Protection) and it’s a big focus of the story all the way up to episode 19 (Pretension). The sheer absurdity of this retcon is bad that it shoots straight past “annoying” and lands squarely in the land of “unintentionally hilarious.” I’ve yet to see anyone really talk about this, so here we go!

For those of you who have checked out of the series, let me quickly bring you up to speed. While no one has said the words out loud, it has essentially been confirmed that Kagami and Adrien are sentimonsters (Felix, too, but we’re not talking about him here). While we don’t yet know exactly why they were made, we have learned that Tomoe Tsurugi and Gabriel Agreste planned to have their designer babies end up together (presumably so that they could get designer grandbabies without anyone else having to get the Snow White treatment).

And that? That is hilarious.

Not the concept itself. The concept of designing children is pretty horrific. The funny part is that the relationship is implied to have always been The Plan. Adrien and Kagami were essentially betrothed at feather-based conception.

Might I remind you of how Adrien and Kagami met?

Yeah, they met at a fencing tryout and she didn’t even tell him her name. He only learns it after chasing her down and fighting her akumatized self. In other words, they were not introduced by their parents.

We do see Kagami calling her mother to say that she failed her tryout and it becomes pretty clear that Tomoe is the one who sent Kagami to said tryout, but that’s it as far as the matchmaking implications goes. Tomoe doesn’t say “get your butt back in there and meet your groom-to-be!” She doesn’t even have a line here. Had Adrien not chased Kagami down, it’s not crazy to presume they’d have never have met again outside of society function. They certainly wouldn’t have been on the same fencing team, which is their main bonding activity.

In other words, their parents did all of nothing to get them to fall in love. They didn’t even raise them on the same continent or send them to the same school once the Tsurugis were in Paris. The only credit we can give is Tomoe sending Kagami to that tryout and hoping that she’d catch Adrien’s eye.

Who knows, maybe Tomoe knew what Adrien was programmed to like and thought that was all she needed to do, wholly unaware that Marinette/Ladybug checked similar boxes.

Ooops.

And the story just gets funnier from there.

Remember how Kagami was the one who pursued Adrien? Remember how we never see Tomoe encourage this? Remember how Gabriel never once mentions Kagami being a good match for Adrien? Remember how Kagami and Adrien only end up together because of Marinette?

Matchmakers of the century here folks!

And when their kids do get together? They don’t encourage the relationship AT ALL. Lies (Season 4 Episode 2) is all about how Adrien and Kagami have to sneak around to go on sudo-dates. They never once get a nice dinner together or even just go to see a movie. The implication is that their parents are not supportive of them dating or, at the very least, they don’t think that the relationship is important enough to make time for it in their kid’s busy schedules. Heck, I honestly thought that Gabriel and Tomoe didn’t know. Otherwise Kagami wouldn’t have needed to do this:

I lied too. I lied to my mother so that we could see each other. I even lied to her when I said you came here with me tonight. I lied at every fencing lesson so we could spend more time together.

So when we get to season 5 and learn that Tomoe and Gabriel did, in fact, know that the kids were dating and are horrified that they've stopped dating?

I’m sorry, that’s funny.

In-universe, it’s been at least a few weeks since Lies and they seriously thought their kids were “dating” that entire time while never once going on actual dates. Why would they need to set those silly things up? It’s not time for grandbabies yet! And they certainly didn't need to check in on how this relationship is going. No sir! The duo was designed to be together! All they need to do is let them be and sparks will fly.

So, while a part of me is annoyed that the arranged marriage/breeding progam twist was never once so much as hinted at, a much larger part of me is beyond amused at how incompetent this makes our villainous matchmakers. Like, sure, maybe Tomoe has no idea how romance works, but Gabe? Come on! Your whole motivation was love. Did you and Emilie do that whole "don't even kiss until the wedding" thing? I'm dying to know, but have no idea if we're going to find out. You can never guess what's coming next in this show.

Anyway, thanks for reading and what do you think:

#ml season 5 #ml protection #ml pretension #miraculous spoilers #miraculous ladybug

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sasuhinasno1fan · 9 months

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Wish come true - Adrien AUGreste Day 5+6

No one had asked, but I thought explaining why Lila hasn't been akumatized might be helpful. As well as Lukadrien being cute. I tried doing a 'umbrella scene' kinda thing and got this. Enjoy Rain

Gabriel watched the rain fall, staring at the statue of Emilie. Lila never seemed to visit it, never seemed bothered by her mother not being there. He wondered if his love would be disappointed at how their daughter was turning out. Since she became a model, she lied and manipulated, but she was an amateur, seemingly unaware that her popularity would have people focus on her. That’s why he never left. He knew the moment he did, all eyes would be on him and he wouldn’t be able to do his job, to get the Miraculous. She’d become worse since a new student arrived in her class, seemingly focused on attacking him. Other than cursing her out, Adrien Rossi hadn’t made any trouble. Well liked by his classmates and teachers, child of two Italian diplomates, one of whom was working on ways to help Scarlet Bug and Catseye and make his life harder. It was tempting to do what he could to stop it, but with each passing attempt, more people wanted Hawkmoth defeated and to support him was a one-way ticket to social suicide. He still had a company to run, something for Emilie to look forward to when he got what he needed.

He felt the rise of emotions coming from Lila’s room again. Self-hate, anger, all emotions that hadn’t cropped up until recently. She would make the perfect akuma, but he couldn’t. Emilie would never forgive him. There had been times his butterflies had been drawn to her negative emotions and he had to pull them away, directing them to the actual target, or making big enough gesture to where Scarlet Bug would see and capture before she could touch it. not to mention Nooroo saying no.

“Not her? Why?”

“She, you can’t control her. You can lock her in her room or demand things, but she’d got a mind of her own. I just know she’ll break from your control and make things worse. She only cares about herself; not what winning could mean. Please Master, you know I’m right.”

He didn’t usually listen to the kwami, but something told him to listen. Nooroo understood emotion better than anyone so he kept her away.

“Sir.” Nathalie appeared behind him silent as always. “She’s refusing to come out again.”

“I can tell. If she was any other person, I’d of created an akuma by now. I can’t be bothered to deal with her, call Vincet and cancel the shoot.”

“Sir, we’ve cancelled 3 times now. Anymore and investors will start keeping to their threats and actually pull out. It’s hard enough to keep the name up with Lila creating a mess every time. Lady Tomoe has offered Kagami.”

He shook his head. The young fencer had come to one shoot and was offered to stand in front of the camera. She was stiff and unbending, unless she had a sword in hand. But then she was too stern and unwilling to smile.

“No. call the Couffaine girl. We’ll push the shoot back if she needs time. And get in contact with the Dupain-Chang girl. I’ve been meaning to talk to her about an internship and I think working with her friend would be perfect.”

“Of course.” Nathalie nodded, turning to her iPad before looking at Gabriel again. “Sir?”

“Get me an umbrella, would you? I know Emilie can’t feel it but it seems wrong she should sit out there in the rain.”

“Absolutely sir, right away. Would her personal one be alright?”

“If you please. And an ibuprofen. This child is determined to take me to an early grave with all her negative emotion.” He ordered, as another round of emotions washed onto him. He felt like he couldn’t remember if Emilie was good at calming Lila as a child. It seemed the spoiled girl had always been the way she was. She must be breaking her poor mother’s heart.

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“Are you sure?” Marinette asked, even as Adrien pressed the umbrella into her hands.

“Yes. I’ll be ok. I’m sure once I’m done talking with Mml. Bustier the rain will have let up. Besides, it won’t do any good if you have to order your yarn and your dad figures out what you’re doing for his birthday because you didn’t want to get wet.” Adrien said, pulling the strap of his messenger bag over his head, the faint jingling of bells ever-present.

“Alright, if, you’re sure. thanks Adrien, I’ll see you tomorrow!” Marinette said, heading down the stairs and towards the front door.

Adrien looked up at the skylight, the sight distorted because of the rain. It had been raining all day and it was clearly getting to everyone, Juleka the worst who seemed like she was constantly fidgeting and looking uncomfortable. She seemed to bounce up slightly from a call from Nathalie, assistant to Gaberiel Agreste. He guessed another modelling job in the future. He was glad that getting turned into a glitter stone didn’t turn her away from modelling. Juleka was really good and she was so much more confident about her looks.

“Adrien.” Mml. Bustier and the art teacher waved him over from one of the other classrooms. “Thank you so much hearing us out.”

“I hear that you’ve done Student UN at your previous school.”

“Yeah, only as a participant.”

“Well, we had been asked by a student if we’d be willing to run a model UN. They’ve tried for at least 2 years and just when the headmaster agreed, that student had been accepted into an exchange student program.”

Adrien raised an eyebrow. “Did he not see the two very similar names on the paperwork?”

Both teachers sighed. “No.” they answered together.

“Point is, we don’t have anyone experienced in doing this. we’re not asking you to take control, just give us a bit of advice on how to properly run this.”

“Well, I can actually do you better. If you need someone, I can help run this. if anything, it’ll keep me distracted from doing cosplays and running the risk of affecting my allergies. Long story.” He said, noticing the confused looks.

“Are you sure?”

“As long as you guys are willing to help and you have other students signed up to help run it, yeah. Mama’s never done UN debates but I’m sure she could offer extra support if needed.”

“That’s amazing to hear! Ok, let’s go over the paperwork and if you’re still up for it, we can announce it by the end of the week.”

Going over paperwork and discussing his duties took time but at the end, Adrien still wanted to do it. he was excited to tell his mom that he’d forgotten about the rain until he pushed the door open and saw it still pouring. He could make it to the metro, that was fine, it was just the fact that he’d be soak by the time he got there. He looked down at his bag, looking over some of the pins and rosettes. A fair number of them were new and he didn’t want to deal with the risk of them getting wet.

“Great, now what?”

“Adrien!”

He looked over and saw Luka climbing the stairs, under an odd-looking umbrella. It had two tops, merged together and a handle that joined at the bottom.

“What,” he giggled, Luka’s satisfied smile getting to him, “is that?”

“My mom bought it.” like that was enough of an answer. Well, with Anarka it probably was.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?” Adrien asked, stepping back further to let Luka stand under the canopy with him.

“I came to get you.”

“I can see that.”

“You texted and said Mml. Bustier wanted to talk to you and Juleka mentioned when she came home, you were giving Marinette your umbrella, so here I am.”

Adrien smiled up at Luka. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know, I’m amazing.” Luka joked, making the two of them laugh. He pulled Adrien closer so he could pull the umbrella over them without getting sprinkled on. “Ready?”

Adrien nodded, full of happiness and love as he slipped a hand through Luka’s arm, standing close under the protection of the umbrella. It still surprised him how lucky he was right then. He had an amazing guy he was dating, friends he felt would be forever even when he moved and his life felt pretty perfect. There was still Lila to contend with and the note Scarlet Bug and Catseye left him but with nothing cropping up recently, he was going to take the win.

“did you want to do the metro or cut through the park?” Luka asked.

“Deal with crowded public transport or spend time with you? decisions, decisions.”

Luka laughed at him as he led them across the street. as they walked, Adrien told him about the Student UN and Luka mentioned how his online classes had attempted something like it before.

“It could have gone well, had anyone actually been interested. But I guess you could get help from your parents.”

“Yeah, it’s the plan. Kinda wish dad could have stayed longer. I already know he wanted more time to pick your brain. Or embarrass me. I can’t believe you wanted to see more pictures!” Adrien said, remembering what happened when he left his parents alone with Luka for 2 minutes to go refill drinks. Every photo album had been brought out and stories were being passed around quicker than he could stop them.

“You were a very adorable kid, including the one of you sitting in your nonna’s garden eating her vegetables.” Luka teased, laughing at Adrien’s pout.

“I am going to bug your mom so much for your pictures. I bet, you even had a scene kid phase.”

“Do you really want to see me with that much eyeliner?”

“It’ll make me feel better so yes. But the good thing is my dad loved you, so it wasn’t so horrible.”

“I’m glad about that. Did…you tell your parents about what Lila said that day?”

Adrien felt his smile drop remembering Lila screaming that she was a Rossi. He hadn’t told his parents and he hadn’t mentioned to Luka that his dad found a phone in his suit pocket, one that with a bit of waiting, turned out to belong to Lila’s bodyguard, when a text from Nathalie had come through. He had no clue or reasoning for why she was acting like this and as stupid as the idea sounded, it was just easy to ignore.

“No. she hasn’t been to school and it was just easy to ignore. I’ll keep an eye out, but I feel like I’d just be giving her more attention.”

“Fair enough.” Luka tilted the umbrella back to glance at the sky. “You know, I actually love the rain. It does rock Liberty a bit too often but when everything is still and you can just hear the rain dropping on the deck, it’s really calming.”

“My dad’s favourite movie is Singing in the Rain. He once tried to make my mom recreate the song sequence.”

“Oh? Did he ever try with you?”

“Italy is always covered in water since it’s sinking and it always seemed that whenever it rained, timing was bad. Besides, I always enjoyed watching Solitude, with Lila’s mom. Just the opening with her under her umbrella always, hit me for some odd reason.”

“Hmm.” Luka tugged Adrien over to the carousel, walking up the stairs where it was dry. He took Adrien’s bag and put it on the ground near the pole, using the umbrella to block any rain and dragged Adrien back outside.

“What are you doing?”

“We did Solitude, so let’s recreate Singing in the Rain. Come on, dance with me!”

Adrien let out a yelp as Luka tugged him around, spinning him in a circle. He did get soaked like he’d been worried about earlier but as the two span around, Adrien couldn’t help but laugh as they danced in the rain.

Staying under the umbrella after felt silly but Luka reminded him of his rant, he had about not finding a waterproof itabag that would work for school.

“You always remember. I’m starting to feel like I talk too much.”

“Don’t. I love hearing you talk.” Luka said, walking Adrien up to the door of his building. “get warm when you get upstairs.”

“You too. I’d hate to hear from your sister that you got sick because you wanted to take me dancing.”

“Worth it.” Luka started to step closer when Adrien spotted something over his shoulder.

“My mama.”

Adrien felt awkward being affectionate in front of his parents with Luka, mainly because they were so involved. Luka was ok with it, usually making it up when it was just them, but Adrien felt bad. He watched Luka noticed the car and then tilted the umbrella to block them from sight before kissing his check, close to his lips.

“Better?”

If it wasn’t for him hearing his mother approach, he’d take advantage of Luka’s idea and kiss him on the lips for the first time.

He’d remember that for next time.

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Chapter 4 of the reincarnation fic!

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He’s torn away from the memory by pain in his hand.

“Ow! Raph! That’s too tight!

“S-Sorry, big guy.”

Mikey looks up and sees him hold his other hand over his eye.

He understands immediately that seeing Aoi that way probably brought back some bad memories.

“Alright, that’s it! This is too dangerous. No more of it today, maybe ever!” Splinter stands up and starts trying to pull them away from the pillows.

“But dad!”

“No buts Orange! You need a break, right now. Go watch skateboarding or play some video games or you’re grounded!” He points towards the doors.

Mikey sighs and leads Raph out. The door slams closed behind them. Raph starts fiddling with his mask. Mikey knows that he’s thinking too hard about it all.

“Do you want to go have a cuddle pile with Leo and Donnie?”

Raph nods.

Mikey picks him up without thinking and starts walking to Donnie’s room.

“Say what!? Since when were you this strong!?”

“Oh, uh, for a while! You’ve seen me throw buses and buildings before.”

“Right….guess I never thought about it.”

Mikey smiles and keeps walking. Raph gets the door open, revealing Donnie and Leo laying on the bed as someone drones on about data from Leo’s phone. They both look at their brothers with surprise at the position they’re in.

“That isn’t strange at all he said sarcastically.” Donnie comments.

“The memory we saw left Raph a little shaken up.” Mikey takes him to the bed.

Leo and Donnie move over, giving their brothers space to lay down next to them.

“Alright, now hold up your of the deal. Tell me what happened.”

Mikey and Raph explain exactly what they saw and how Splinter forbade them from anymore ninpo memory sharing.

“Yeesh, dad’s really worried about this.”

“He’s still learning to accept and trust the Hamato again Leo. We can’t really blame him.” Raph sighs.

“Do you think the eye thing was what made you cry?” Mikey looks at Donnie.

He sighs.

“No. I didn’t know about it until you said something. If you’re all going to hound me for answers…..whatever happened to Tomo made him feel like half of his soul is gone. Having that moment between him and Aoi just made it hurt a lot more.”

“We can’t just stop now then! We have to see what happens!”

“But pops said we couldn’t anymore.” Raph insists.

“Technically it just happens while we’re sleeping next to each other, right? Soooo we won’t be disobeying him, we’ll just be napping!” Leo smirks.

“Are you sure you want to jump back in like that? You….won’t have an eye if the next memory is after what we saw.” Mikey looks at him with concern.

“It’s not like I actually lost it. Once we’re done I have my eye back and it’s all good again.”

“Alright, what’s the real reason you’re pushing this so hard? What’s going on?” Raph nudges him.

Leo looks away.

“I….like knowing that….I didn’t always screw up being a leader. Aoi was so good at protecting all of you. He was just a kid and he was leading better than I did. The only person he let get hurt was himself. It’s what I should have been doing from the start.”

Raph puts his hands on Leo’s shoulders.

“Leo, I mean this in the nicest way possible…..” He smiles at him.

Leo smiles back until Raph starts shaking him.

“Are you crazy!? If you ever even think about doing something like that again I will wrap you up in a blanket and stick you into my mountain of plushies until you’re 40!”

Mikey hugs him tightly and looks up with him with the saddest puppy dog eyes he can muster.

“If you get hurt like that I-I’ll start crying and i-if I start crying I won’t be able to stop for a long time and-!” He takes a big, deep breath.

Donnie wraps his arms around Leo and hides his face in his shoulder silently.

“Okay! Okay! I get it! I’m not losing my life or any limbs if I can help it!” Leo insists.

“That’s more like it! Let’s get some Bluey and skateboarding videos on.” Raph changes the video.

“Oooo, you know I love blue characters.”

They spend most of the rest of the day watching videos, playing games, and eating pizza.

So really it was a pretty normal day.

They still decide to sleep in the same room when it finally came down to it. They’d have the dreams no matter what most likely, especially after how deep they dug with their ninpo. At least they’d experience whatever it was together.

It was surprising for all of them to wind up in an open field. Tora and Tomo sat on their knees together as Aoi and Kosuke seemed to be training. They each had wooden staffs in their hands.

The memory must be before he lost an eye because he didn’t look injured at all.

Kosuke fruitlessly tries to at least get one hit in, but Aoi doesn’t leave a single opening. He lightly jabs him in the side.

“Ow….this isn’t a fair fight, you’re bigger, stronger and older.”

“When someone decides to fight you, it’s probably because they’re all of those things. I’m the best opponent to help prepare you for a real battle!”

“But nothing I do against you with this works.”

“That’s why you need to get creative with whatever you have. Here, let Tora show you.”

Kosuke walks over to her and Tomo, handing her the wooden staff. Tora jumps up excitedly and takes his place in their unofficial training ring.

“Kumite!” He rushes at her.

She gets into a defensive stance and waits for him to get close. Once he does, she moves to the side, drops down, and shoves her weapon towards his legs.

He falls onto his hands and knees. She whacks his arms and back until he’s fully on the ground then stands on top of him victoriously.

Kosuke claps and cheers for her. Tomo looks slightly perturbed.

“Alright alright, good job, but you can get off now!”

Tora gets off and helps him up.

“Never stop until you know your enemy can’t hurt you anymore and never celebrate too early. That’s what Aoi always says.”

“And where exactly did you learn these rules and moves?” Tomo raises an eyebrow., looking at Aoi.

“Every town we visit, I spy at people training!”

“We spy at people training!….If I can get over the fence…..” Tora corrects.

“If you guys aren’t good at bo stuff, there’s also fighting with fists and feet, wrestling, and real weapons! Once we make enough money, we’re definitely getting some.”

Tomo thinks for a moment then stands up.

“I want to go next.”

“Alright! Let’s see how you do.”

Tora hands him the staff and takes his seat.

“Go Aoi! Show him you’re the best!”

“Ready?” Aoi smiles at him.

Tomo nods.

“Kumite!” He charges at him.

Tomo whirls his staff around before hitting the top of Aoi’s staff and causing it to bonk his forehead.

Both Kosuke and Tora gasp.

Aoi is caught by surprise. Tomo uses this opportunity to hit his elbow and then his knee. Aoi drops his weapon and to a knee. Tomo points the end of the staff at his face.

“In this case, I think I’m the best.”

Tora and Kosuke go wild with cheering.

“That was amazing….where did you learn how to do that?”

Tomo holds his hand out in response which Aoi takes as help to stand up.

“It doesn’t matter. Just focus on the fact that you have someone who can actually teach you properly.”

“Well, you can teach wooden staff stuff, but there is one thing I can teach you.”

“What?”

“Wrestling!”

He pulls him down to the ground as he struggles, insisting to be let go. Aoi only does so when Tomo admits defeat. He releases him and chuckles as they both lay on the ground.

Tomo huffs and looks less than happy but Kosuke and Tora soon join them since they felt left out. They end up looking at the sky as the clouds pass by. They point out weirdly shaped ones and make up random objects they could be.

Tomo starts to smile as he feels the sun warming him up while they relax and laugh. He closes his eyes to fully take in the warmth and listen to the sound of his siblings.

When he opens them, he’s staring down at a different blue from the sky. An icey blue of a cold stream. A chill hits his face and spreads throughout his body.

He picks up the buckets of water he had collected and makes his way through partially snow covered land, eventually arriving at the less than perfect cabin they’ve been staying in.

Tora and Kosuke turn to him. They’re covered up with a thick blanket as they sit in front of a fire.

Tomo scans the area a bit and tenses when he sees that someone is missing.

“Where’s Aoi? He shouldn’t be going anywhere by himself!”

“He said not to worry and that he’d be right back.” Tora answer.

“He didn’t say where!? How could you just let him go!?”

“Tomo, it’s okay! He said it wasn’t far!” Kosuke leaves the blanket and tries to calm him down.

Tomo puts the buckets on the ground and rushes back out the door. Tora and Kosuke chase after him, yelling while trying to get him to come back.

He stops and screams out for him. The air burns his lungs and the wind doesn’t help in the slightest.

Tora and Kosuke try to get to him to calm down and go inside. He doesn’t listen to them as he keeps yelling for him.

It’s then that they all see a blue form running towards them. It’s Aoi, his eye covered and holding several items wrapped up in cloth to hide them.

“What are you doing? I thought you were collecting water!“

Tomo can’t help but sob into his chest. His whole body shakes. Saying that it was all from the cold would be a lie.

He can vaguely hear Tora and Kosuke explaining what happened. He then feels himself get lifted up. There’s a small bit of walking until he feels the cold go away.

It’s only then that he lifts up his head and sees Aoi looking down at him with a concerned smile.

Tomo stares directly at the eyepatch he’d been wearing since he healed. He shakily reaches up to it, Aoi doesn’t make any moves to stop him. He lifts it up, checking for any sign that anything was wrong. Only once he finds absolutely nothing does he put it back down.

“Are you okay now?”

“Where….where did you go?”

“I was just picking up some things, they told you, didn’t they?”

Tomo looks down.

“I….I was worried….you shouldn’t go out alone…..”

“Hey, you heard what those healers said before. I’m 100% better. I can go place by myself. Nothing happened.”

“What if you were attacked again? You’d have been alone!”

“Actually….that’s why I went out to get these things. I was hoping to keep them hidden until New Years but I should probably just show you now. Take a seat, everyone.”

They all do as asked, including Aoi.

“After what happened to me, I realized that something needs to change. We can kinda defend ourselves, but we don’t stand a chance if they have weapons and we don’t. So….”

He lays the rolled up tarp on the ground and unfurls it.

Inside, there was a bo staff, a short sword, a longer sword, finger claw looking weapons, and some throwing stars.

Each weapon had a corresponding bandana attached to it.

Tomo definitely noticed that there was more than one weapon for him.

“Wow! What are these?” Tora takes a look at the ones for her.

“They go on your fingers. You’re the tiger, so you should have some claws for protection. They’re called neko-te.” Aoi answers.

“And the bandanna?”

“It’s to show we’re a team!” He takes the bandanna and carefully wraps it around her forehead, under her bangs.

She squeals happily, clawing the air.

Kosuke takes the throwing stars.

“So cool! Can you tie mine too?”

Aoi happily does as asked.

Tomo looks at the two weapons with purple on them. The bo made sense. The shorter sword didn’t.

“I….don’t get it….”

“Oh, well, these weapons I may or may not have “collected” and traded some man hours for, no too important where they came from-“

“No, I don’t get why you gave me this.” He continues looking at the sword, furrowing his brow.

“So, samurai have two different swords. One is long and one is short, I’m gonna be using the long one. Since I have a blind spot now, and you’re so good with the bo, I was thinking we could be a partners when we need to fight! I go all long range, and you can take care of short range for me. For you it’s mainly backup for your bo!” Aoi ties his bandanna on, his has a metal plate on the front.

Tomo knows what it’s for. Blocking sword swipes to the head. He hates it. He picks up the sword with both his hands and frowns deeply.

“I can’t do it.”

“What? Do you not like the sword? I could get a different one if you want-“

“No!”

Everyone looks at him in surprise except for Kosuke who seems like he was expecting this.

“No….I just can’t….”

“Why? Tomo, you’ve been acting weird ever since what happened to me. I know it was scary, but I’m better now and with these we can protect ourselves.”

“A sword did this to you and you want to use one!?”

“How else am I going to avoid it happening again!?”

Tomo shakes in anger.

“By not putting yourself in danger you idiot!”

“I’m not an idiot for protecting all of you! I told you what the rule was!”

“I don’t care about your dumb rule! Stop throwing your life away, Haru!”

There’s a deafening silence.

“Who’s Haru?” Tora questions.

Tomo looks down at the floor.

“My twin. She was my sister.”

“The one you said was gone….” Aoi nearly whispers.

Tomo rubs the hilt of the sword in his hands.

“She was named after Spring….”

He grips it tightly.

“….and she was cut down in Winter.”

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Big Sis

Shizuru's dating, but the guy ain't so nice to her brother... (2k words)

warning for: Domestic violence

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Well... kinda nice?

He dressed sharp, had a decent job at an office, and when he pursued Shizuru Kuwabara, it was done in a gentlemanly manner in which Kuwabara thought his sister deserved to be pursued. Shiro also wasn't a big pushover either, having once upon a time been a bouncer at many nightclubs. So he knew how to fight, which Kuwabara also thought was good.

He wasn't too old, only twenty-five, which was just four years older than Shizuru. He also seemed to have plans for the future. He wanted to work his way into accounting, and then switch to freelance so he could be around Shizuru more and those he cared about. He bought Shizuru flowers, picked up groceries, and kept their dead-beat dad from darkening their door.

All pretty cool things.

There was only one problem, a little tiny difficulty, and Kuwabara wasn't sure if he was reading it right but... well, he was thinking Shiro Tomoe, hated him.

Shiro had been cool with Kuwabara at first, but then, when Shizuru wasn't around, his tone became a little crueler. His friendly barbs, a little less friendly. The man, who wasn't even as tall as Kuwabara, would put an uncomfortable squeezing hand on Kuwabara's neck, and squeeze painfully hard. He'd eat Kuwabara's food, or bitch about Eikitchi being smelly, which she wasn't. (Kuwabara's angel was a perfectly good smelling normal cat, thank you very much.) There were rough smacks to Kuwabara's head, or hard tugging pinches to his ear to yank Kuwabara down to Shiro's eye level.

Kuwabara had never had a brother, or a lingering older male presence in his life, and he knew guys gave each other shit... but was it supposed to get progressively worse like this?

And then Shiro started showing up before Shizuru got off of work, and greeting Kuwabara in a particular way.

"Hey! Square up kid!" Shiro would half-shout as soon as Kuwabara opened the door. He'd throw an arm around Kuwabara's neck, and then slugged him in the stomach. Kuwabara was not what you would call a normal human anymore. His strength went beyond the norm, so while this guy was big he had no spiritual power. And because he had no real spirit energy behind his hits, at best this guy's punches just... winded him.

So being hit in the stomach every time he was greeted, really only served to be annoying.

Shiro laughed, and pat the side of Kuwabara's face, hard and slapping, his rough hands lifting to tug into Kuwabara's hair and tousle it until Kuwabara's scalp ached.

"What a tough guy you are huh! So fucking strong!" Shiro would chuckle encouragingly, and then saunter inside, "Boil us some tea, I brought snacks we can share!"

And this.

This was the problem.

After Shiro did something kinda shitty and too rough, he'd compliment Kuwabara or do something a little nice.

So, as Kuwabara had the kettle set to boil, Kuwabara had his arms across his chest and tried to figure out what was going on. Shiro was rough with him, but honestly, Kuwabara was too strong to be hurt by the man. He doubted Shiro could do any real damage unless the dude came at him with a bat or something. And Shiro was super good to Shizuru and made her smile and laugh. The pair of them always had soft moments together, and Kuwabara was so... happy to see Shizuru happy. She really deserved it.

But really... was Shiro being too rough, or was Kuwabara not used to all this male bonding time?

Hell, Urameshi used to put his head into the pavement every other day... although Kuwabara had instigated those fights. And now that they were both much closer, their spars were more controlled. Yusuke wouldn't go all out with Kuwabara, though sometimes he's let Kuwabara feel a punch close to his full strength. But then he'd check on Kuwabara, and ask him if he was alright, if it had been too much, or too hard a hit. Yusuke checked in, but they were rough with each other.

This was tough.

Kuwabara had memories of his drunk dad beating him up when he was a kid. But those memories were hazy, and Kuwabara had often been protected. His dad had been thrown from the house pretty quick after that, and Shizuru had never let their father back to linger in their lives for long. He was given small chances, but Shizuru often sent him packing, saying he'd failed some sort of scrutiny. Kuwabara wishes he remembered the abuse a little better, which is awful, but if he did maybe he'd know if Shiro was just... you know being a guy being a dude, or if he was being... well as real fucking asshole.

'Am I stupid? Shit,' Kuwabara thought, listlessly staring at the silver kettle on the stove, 'The guy hasn't done anything to hurt me, he can't hurt me... but... if I was weaker...' A furrow between Kuwabara's brow started, 'All this shit would have hurt. And he's pretty rude and shitty. Hell, Hiei is nicer than him... so that's a point against him. Another point... Fuck. Did I piss him off? He's so nice to Shizuru? Shit... am I going to ruin this for her?'

A little twinge of stress curled uncomfortably in Kuwabara's stomach. If he was someone else, would he know what to do? Would the aggressive slaps, gut punches, and ear pulls be painful? Be intimidating? Was Shiro trying to intimidate him?

Kuwabara suddenly chuckled to himself.

It was a little ironic, and even sad that his strength and his experiences as Spirit Detective had him really thrown on how to handle the weird experiences he was having with Shiro. He was seventeen now... that was practically an adult. Shouldn't he know what to do?

Kuwabara was pulled from his thoughts by a hard yank to his ear that forced him to bend his head down, and then a booming voice shouting in his ear, "Hey stupid! I've been calling you! I said go get some beers from the fucking store."

Kuwabara's ear was ringing from it being shouted into, and he squinted up at Shiro with a confused expression, "Shiro, I'm not old enough to buy that-"

Shiro, still holding Kuwabara by the ear, slapped the opposite side of his face, Kuwabara's skin stinging but probably not as much as Shiro had wanted it to.

"I didn't ask for your Goddamned age, or star sign or whatever, I'm telling you to go get me a case of beers!" Shiro shouted, pinching the shell of Kuwabara's abused ear.

Kuwabara winced, and strangely a wave of relief rolled over him. Shiro had abruptly stirred a memory of his father in the back of his mind, screaming for alcohol, expecting his five year old son to somehow be able to get it for him. 'Ah,' Kuwabara thought, 'So he is an asshole. Man... I'm gonna make Shizuru sad...'

He had just curled his fist, ready to finally defend himself and teach Shiro a lesson, when Shiro was hit across the face by the silver kettle Kuwabara had been boiling.

Yusuke Urameshi, one hand wielding an extremely hot kettle, boiling water spilling all over the kitchen floor, stood in front of Kuwabara, his stance bent and arms thrown wide as he glared down at Shiro who was moaning on the floor.

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing? What the hell did I just see?" Yusuke shouted, Kuwabara covering both ears. His ringing ear didn't appreciate the noise, and Yusuke was easily twice as loud as Shiro had been, even if Yusuke wasn't yelling in his ear.

"Kazu?"

Kuwabara turned to the doorway, seeing Shizuru standing in their apartment foyer, her eyes wide, and a cigarette dangling precariously from her lips. Groceries were on the ground and Kuwabara could just picture what happened.

Shizuru got off work early, and had run into Yusuke who had decided to come visit Kuwabara. The pair of them had just opened the door to witness Shiro slapping Kuwabara's face and then screaming in Kuwabara's ear.

Uh-Oh.

"Uh... Hey Shizuru... you're home early?" He grinned sheepishly, his hands still covering his ears.

Yusuke's foot stomped onto Shiro's throat, pinning the scum to the kitchen tile. With relish, he poured the rest of the boiling water onto the floor next to Shiro's face, the hot liquid pooling and soaking the underside of Shiro's face. He screamed, but Yusuke's sneaker held him down firmly. Twisting around, Yusuke turned wild eyes on Kuwabara and growled, "Kuwabara! What the fuck man?"

Kuwabara shrugged sheepishly, "Uh... I've been trying to figure this out actually..."

Shizuru stepped inside and closed their front door, and removed her coat. Her expression was serious, and her tone a little shakey, she asked, "Has this happened before."

"Sis..." Kuwabara tried, but Shizuru held up a finger.

With wide eyes, she asked again, her voice softer, "Has something like this happened before?"

"Yeah... well... yes. But-But it doesn't hurt! I'm stronger than him!" Kuwabara tried to explain, he really did.

Shizuru removed her belt buckle, a golden ornament that doubled as a set of brass knuckles. Her expression turned dark and fixed itself on Shiro who was starting to plead from his spot on the floor. She pulled a small hair band she had on her wrist up into her hair and tied her hair back.

"Yusuke, hold him there a second," Shizuru instructed, before coming to check on Kuwabara, her hand gently touching the cheek that hadn't been slapped, "Kazuma, strength and being able to take something has nothing to do with someone throwing a hand at you. This man is an adult. An adult, Kazu. He's not supposed to lift a finger toward you, or shout at you. I love you, and you're more important to me than any clown who buys me flowers. Do you understand?"

Kuwabara nodded quietly, flushing as he apologized, "Sorry sis... I really... wasn't sure if this was you know... just a guy thing..."

Shizuru's expression softened, and she stroked his cheek gently, "We'll sit down to talk about this later tonight..." She turned, the temperature in the room suddenly dropping by several degrees. Kuwabara wasn't sure what face she was making, but Shiro suddenly had gotten very quiet, and Yusuke's angry face, fell away to something that looked a little more intimidating.

"Yusuke, would you please take Kuwabara to your place? Look after the big lug for me until I come to get you for dinner," Shizuri instructed, her voice perfectly level and pleasant.

"Y-yeah sure thing Miss Shizuru. Shizuru," Yusuke managed quickly, lifting his foot off of the creep on the floor.

He then scurried to Kuwabara and began to push him towards the front door, "Come on Kuwabara, I know an alley full of stray cats near my house. There are kittens."

Kuwabara actually perked up at the sound of that but glanced back behind his shoulder.

"But Shizuru-"

"Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh!" Yusuke rapidly hushed him, "She's got this. Don't worry about it."

Kuwabara glanced back again at Shizuru, who had the brass knuckles clenched tight in her fist. Shiro was really in for it now...

"Hey... Shizu? I love you, sis!" Kuwabara called.

She paused, turning a pleasant smile over her shoulder, "I love you too Kazu," she turned back around to face Shiro, and hauled him up by her free hand. He actually squealed in fright at her expression.

"Love you too," her voice said again, full of protective venom.

Yusuke pushed Kuwabara out into the hall and shut the door, but the sound of flesh against flesh could still be heard through the door.

"That dude's dead!" Yusuke blurted forcing Kuwabara to keep walking forward.

Kuwabara laughed unable to help it, "Oh, yeah I know!"

"You're dead too after I rat out all this to Kurama and Hiei!"

"Ah, come on!"

#kazi fanfic #yyh #kuwabara #shizuru kuwabara #yu yu hakusho #domestic abuse

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High and Low: At World’s End - Chapter 9

Location: Inside the Rental Bus Characters: Tetora, Tomoya, Hinata, Mitsuru & NEGI

Season: Autumn Writer: Akira

< A few hours later. >

NEGI: “Sorry. Let me rest for a bit.”

“I’ve been driving the entire time so I’m exhausted… And it looks like the idols are drained from exhaustion and car sickness too.”

“Which means it’s going to be free time for you guys. You can do whatever you want but just don’t go too far, okay?”

Mitsuru: Woohoo~☆

Wahaha! I feel great! The horizon goes on for miles and miles! Australia’s big and flat and it’s great for running!

Tetora: Mitsuru-kun, it’s dangerous to just jump off the bus like that~ Well, it doesn’t look like there are any cars passing by here, though.

Mitsuru: There’s not really anything here, let alone cars.

Tetora: You’re right… We’ve been told we’re cast in this ridiculous TV show called “High and Low”, so I didn’t get my hopes up thinking we could go around seeing famous tourist attractions.

To be honest, I heard people talking about it so much that I lost interest, but now that there’s nothing around here, I kinda want to see something.

Hinata: There’s way less stuff to film than I thought. We’re just sitting in a bus the entire time.

Is this okay? Anzu-san filmed a little while we were on the move but is this really something that will entertain the viewers?

Tetora: Hmm. Well, it’s our job as idols to make it into a “fun show”.

But it’s not that easy, huh… I’m a little tired so I’m gonna sleep inside.

Hinata: Ahaha. Tetsu-kun, you were looking after Sora-kun and Hime-kun the entire morning, after all. Thanks for that.

Tetora: Osu. You scratch my back and I scratch yours. One for all and all for one.

No matter how much “RYUUSEITAI” changes or breaks down, I want to believe that it’s right for us to stand by those fundamental principles.

Hinata: That sounds tough~ At least for us in “2wink”, we don’t have to worry about carrying our upperclassmen’s legacy or whatnot so it’s a lot more comfortable.

Tetora: Ahaha. In my eyes, things look way harder on your side since you don’t have a model to follow.

Tomoya: Don’t talk about serious stuff like that when we’re taking a break… Do it outside, okay?

Hinata: Ahaha. You were so cheerful this morning, but I guess even you’re tired now, huh, Tomo-kun.

Tomoya: Yeah… I thought I was used to weird situations because of the Masked Pervert, but I’m just really carsick.

NEGI: “Sorry, that would be my fault. I thought everyone wanted me to step on it, so that’s what I did.”

Tetora: Ah, thanks for driving us! Umm, should I be calling you NEGI-senpai…?

NEGI: “Yeah. Well, whatever’s fine.”

“I gave a simple explanation before we left, but you can just treat me as if I’ve got something like a split personality.”

Tetora: Right… I was actually curious about something else, but you’ve got a proper driver’s licence, right, NEGI-senpai?

NEGI: “Yup. I’m definitely not the kind of person to drive illegally. It looks like it’ll be a pain in the neck to get caught by the police overseas.”

“Besides, I wouldn’t be able to hire a vehicle if I didn’t have one in the first place.”

Tetora: Ah no, I’m not saying that you seem like the kind of person to drive without a licence, but even though you’re our upperclassman, you’re technically still the same age as us, right?

NEGI: “In Australia, even someone who’s the same age as my little brother can get their licence.”

“Some time ago, 'Uncle' gave me my ID and said he gave it to me so I could live anywhere in the world. Looks like I was able to put it to good use this time.”

“I did the paperwork, got the licence and was able to hire a car.”

Tetora: ………?

NEGI: “But the thing is, I did sneakily practice a little on my own but I’ve basically got little to no experience. My driving will be a bit rough around the edges no matter what, so I hope you’ll be a bit understanding on that part.”

Hinata: Well, to say the most, no one said you were a good driver, though~♪

NEGI: “I figured. Sorry. It would’ve been better if we had another driver apart from me, but we don’t even know anyone in Australia. We’ve got no connections.”

“It took everything in my ability to hire a vehicle with my poor English and gesturing.”

“But the person working there had a weird reaction… They looked at me and looked pretty surprised.”

“I wonder why. They reacted like they knew me or if I resembled some celebrity.”

“Before I could ask them for details, they practically shoved the vehicle in my face and chased me out.”

“Thanks to that, they didn’t check my ID because it was suspicious or anything, though.”

Tetora: ………?

NEGI: “Whoops. Sorry, I’ll take a nap. If I spend any more energy talking then there would have been no point in my stopping the bus.”

Tetora: Ah, right. Good night.

NEGI: “Night. …My brother might wake up while I’m sleeping, so don’t do anything un-called for and just let us rest, okay?”

“Even if I’m asleep, if he moves about then it won’t be resting.”

Tetora: Okay?

NEGI: “Zzz… Zzz…♪”

Hinata: They're asleep. They're kinda weird, oddly enough.

Tetora: Ahaha. Last year, the idol course was known to be a nest of oddballs, but I guess there are some weird people in the “producer course”, too.

Well, this person’s really helpful so I think it’s fine to treat them like they’re our ally.

Hinata: Idols and producers are supposed to be allies in the first place, right?

It’s normal for ES idols to compete for power so that’s pretty obvious, no~? ♪

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Hi , i really love your enstars tickle hc. Can you do for EDEN(?

Love u

🌹

Ensembles Stars Tickle HCS (Part 6)

A/N: AGH TYSM FOR THE ASK BESTIE!!!! OFC I'LL DO EDEN!!!!

Eden:

Nagisa Ran:

Him being an older brother of 2 siblings, has it's advantage when it comes to being the ler. Though, he's not really ticklish himself. His sister and brother both tried this, but it didn't work out the way they planned. Instead, it ends w/ both of them running for their lifes away from the tickle monster, w/ his little brother always losing bc he's way more ticklish than his sister. Do they mind? Nope. They love being on the recieving end all the time. But let's js talk abt how he absolutely DESTORYS his bsfs when it comes to tickling.

Tomoe was js lying down on the couch thinking abt life, when all of a sudden his evil bsf, Nagisa Ran, came barging in like he was on the hunt.

He came to the relaxed man on the sofa, and politely said, "ur gonna be wrecked." YES!! HE SAID THIS NONCHALANTLY!!!

Tomoe had fear in his eyes, but before he could jump up and out of the room, the older/younger(?) one already pounced on him. Tomoe had his right arm to the side of his head, being pinned down by Nagisa's arm which was under Tomoe's head. Then Tomoe's left arm was underneath Ran's head where it was completely imobile. Then Nagisa had his leg over both of the latter's legs.

"N-NO! Leheheht's talk abt this."

"Too late." Nagisa pulled Tomoe's shirt above his ribs, placing a finger in the men's navel. Ran felt sm joy js watching the latter squirm and squeal. "Hehe, I hvn't moved my finger yet. R u js that ticklish?"

"Dohohohon't tease me!"

"Oh? So u want me to wriggle my finger in this cute little bellybutton? U js want me to swirl it around like a cotton swob? U love it when I ever so gently scratch the wall of ur navel? Watching ur stomach bounce and lean in to the touch.~ Don't u love raspberries? I'll be a good bsf and give u as many as u want~." He teased and cooed, as he did every techinque he described.

"STOHOHOHOP IT!"

"Stop what, ticklee? The teasing, or the tickling?"

A couple of days later he decided to attack Jun Sazanami.

Nagisa and Ibara sat on the sidelines in their studio js watching Hiyori chasing Jun around w/ a cotton swob.

Jun fast walked in a circle arguing w/ Tomoe bc he wanted to help clean the other's ear, but Jun wouldn't let him.

"Ugh, come ON! Sazanami!! It's not that deep frfr. Js let me clean your EARS!!"

"For the last fucking tim tomoe, I hate cotton swobs inside my ears!"

"Awww, please?~ Do u REALLY wanna hv the feeling of ear wax inside ur ears?"

"That makes zero fucking sense. U can't FEEL ear wax, dumbass."

"Omg, JUN! Stop being such a piss baby!"

"I am NOT a piss baby!"

"Oh really?~ Is that y ur scared~ of cotton swobs?" Tomoe teased with a smirk, swirling the cotton swob in a circle.

"Ur pissing me off, Tomoe."

"Js let me do this for u man!!! UGH! Nagisa! Ibara! Help me out here!"

"I don't see what the big deal is, Tomoe, but u do hv a point. Sazanami, do u really wanna hv gross ear wax in ur ear?" Ibara chimed in, pulling his glasses back up.

"There's a fucking reason y Idl that shit."

Now, Nagisa being the all knowing ler, knew that Jun has very ticklish ears. And to put his theory to the test, he decided to pipe up. "Yk Jun, don't you think it's really gross to hv uncleaned ears?"

"Idrfc atp, I js don't want any of yall near me," Jun exclaimed putting his back towards the others, while he was walking out of the room.

Before he exited, Nagisa jumped on him making him fall to the ground w/ a thud. "Alr Tomoe, hears ur chance to clean this poor soul's ears."

Nagisa had Jun's head on the side between Nagisa's thighs, clamping his head together, but not too hard where it hurts.

"UGH!! Get off of me, NAGISA!"

"Struggle all u want little man, but there is no escaping the ear cleaner." Tomoe wanted to give himself a cool headline, so he called himself that.

Tomoe moved closer to a ticklish Jun, sitting on his sides, while dipping the swob into his ear. "See? It's not that bad."

Jun sinckered and snarked, trying not to giggle or show any signs of sensitivity, but that later got exploited when Tomoe was worried that he was hurting him.

"I'm not hurting u... am I?" Now Tomoe doesn't look like the type to js burst out in tears, but when it comes to hurting his friends, it may sound like he's on the verge of crying.

Nagisa noticed this, and reassured him. "Dw, Jun js got the case of the tickles."

Sazanami wide eyed, and turned all red, "W-WHAT?! H-how did... yk?"

"Oh please, I grew up with a v ticklish little brother and a decently ticklish little sister, I think I know the hoops around sensitivity."

Jun couldn't look up bc his head was trapped, but he could sense Ibara snickering in the palm of his hand, while Tomoe had this teasy grin on him.

"Ur ticklish, huh?" Tomoe teased.

"Don't do it."

"Hey, it's not my fault ur ears r extremely ticklish, but I still hv to finsih this ear and ur other ear b4 Nagisa could let u go."

"No... Please! Tomoe, I'm serious. I-I don't w-wanna do this anyMOHOHORE!" He got interrupted by Tomoe vibrating the cotton swob into his ear hole.

He wasn't even trying to clean his ears anymore, and Jun knew this. What a little shit.

An hour or two later, and they finnally got done with the torment.

"Wow, I didn't realize u were that fucking ticklish there, my guy," Ibara came out of the shadows after watching Jun freak out.

"Don't... say... another... word." Jun managed to pant out, while holding his chest.

"I wander what happens if I blow air into ur ear." Tomoe bent down close to his ear and did js that.

Jun js squeaked and scrunched up that side of his neck. "Dohohohon't do thahahaht."

"Or, what if I give u a wet willy?" Nagisa licked his index finger, and swirled it inside Jun's ear.

"STHOHOHOP!!"

"Geez, if ur that ticklish there, r u ticklish anywhere else?" Ibara asked.

Jun js jumped up and looked at 3 pairs of eyes js staring at him ready to pounce. "N-No... Don-" He was interupted by Tomoe pouncing on him and the three lers js going to town.

Next up was Ibara Saegusa- Umm... Yk what? I'll js save that information for later.

As u can tell, Nagisa is a big teasy ler, and knows exactly if ur ticklish and where ur most ticklish spot is.

Hiyori Tomoe:

Hiyori has an older brother who loves to tickle him, and Hiyori secretly likes it. He knows that his older brother would always tickle him everytime Tomoe steals things and hide them from him. But besides that, his older brother js loves being an absolute shit.

Hiyori hid all of his older brother's literature books, js bc Hiyori hates romantists. His older brother, we'll name him... Katsu, went into his room to read a book or two. He found out that none of his books were in his room, so he resorted to drastic measures.

He marched his revengeful ass all the way to his little brother's room, making his stomps hereable for the younger one to build up suspense.

Hiyori took this as a sign to hide, and hide he did.

He heard the door slam open, and in walked the hungry beast, who's only food source is laughter. Hiyori had to cover up his mouth so his giggles won't be audible to the ler.

And it worked... or so Hiyori thought.

"I know ur in here, little brother~ I can hear u breathing~" Weird.

'S-shut up, don't laugh...' Tomoe thought silently.

What felt like ages, Katsu decided to "give up". He walked to the door and opened it, but then he closed it again to make it seem like he actually left.

Ofc Katsu knew where Hiyori was hiding bc he couldn't contain his giggling. But Katsu wanted to make this more thrilling.

Katsu hurriedly went to hide on the side of the closet, so once Hiyori went outside of it he wouldn't notice him.

Hiyori silently opened the door and checked around to see if the coast was clear. So he walked out of the closet, and got swung to his wall by his older brother who was wearing a smirk on his face.

"Aww, what's wrong Hiyori? Scared the tickle monster will get u?"

Hiyori is in a perdicament, where his right arm is being detained above his head, all stretched out, w/ his other arm pinned to his side by his brother's strong leg.

"Now tell me, Hi-yor-i," Katsu punctuated by poking his stomach on each syllable, "tell me where my books are."

Bold of u to assume Hiyori was gonna fold js like that. He loves tickling, so might've well give his older brother a show~. "I-I don't h-have it!"

"Alr, u asked for this." Katsu squeezed up and down the latter's side, earning giggles and limited squirming.

"U gonna tell me now?"

Hiyroi js shaked his head and started laughing.

Ofc Katsu knows that Hiyori loves being tickled js by his actions. Like, he's not really trying to fight off the attacking fingers, and he's not really telling him where he hid the books either.

Katsu decided to give Hiyori what he wanted, for like 10 minutes or so, bc he really wanted to finish his series. BUT, he wanted to be a good older brother to Hiyori, and give him what he secretly wants.

"Come on, Hiyori, I only tickle u bc Ik u like it sm."

This freaked out the younger one, "W-whahahaht?! I... d-dohohon-don't lihihihike being tickled."

"Is that why ur not telling me to stop? U js enjoy being tickled by ur older brother? Do u love it when other ppl tickle u as well?" Katsu played Hiyori's ribs like a piano.

"NOhohoOhohoHo." That was a lie.

"Yk, I think it's really fucking cute that u love being tickled. And I always give u the satisfaction u want, even if u don't ask, which u never do. But I'm gonna need my books back, and u won't break. So I know one spot u hate being tickled at." Katsu threw him on the floor, gently, and sat on his thighs where he was facing his knees. "Tell me where they r now, if u don't want me skittering ever so lightly on these ticklish knee caps, or squeezing violently on ur femur, or vibrating my finger behind these delicate knees."

Hiyori shot up knowing that's his worst spot and he finnally folded, "Alr, ALR! I'll tell u. I'LL FUCKING TELL U!!! There under my bed."

"Thx for doing business w/ ya," Katsu squeezed his knee, making the younger jerk and curl up. "Dw, I'll tickle u tmrrw as well, little bro."

Yes, Hiyori loves being tickled by anyone he's close w/. Will he ask for them? Hell no. Will he deny that he's ticklish? To the ends of the Earth. His death spot is obviously his knees, and he hates getting tickled there bc it's so bad. He loves tickling bc it's away to hv fun, for him at least, and he js loves to hear other ppl laugh and be vulnerable for once. His laugh is very happy and friendly. Like, I'll tickle him if I had a chance.

Ibara Saegusa:

He is insanely ticklish, and absolutely fucking hates it. He doesn't look like the type to start or win a fight, but he will throw hands if someone dares to fucking tickle him. For instance, the accident w/ Nagisa and his teammates.

Nagisa and Hiyori js got done tickling the life out of Jun, and noticed something unusal. Ibara never once joined in on the tickling, all he does is stand on the sidelines watching the cute display. So, Nagisa decided to test out y he doesn't wanna join in.

"Hey, do u wanna know y Ibara doesn't get tickled or tickle other ppl?" Nagisa asked the two guys sitting infront of him.

"I thought the same thing. Does tickling make him uncomfortable?" Hiyori also questioned.

"Hmph. If I had a choice to skip the tickling I would too," Jun mumbled under his breath, barely making it audible.

"Awww, cheer up grouch." Nagisa poked Jun's exposed side, making him jerk to the opposite side.

"Stop, Nagisa!"

"He's over there reading a book, lame." Hiyori rolled his eyes.

"Yk, I haven't heard his laugh before while being tickled. Now's a good chance to hear it, right?" Nagisa optioned.

"OFC! That's a good idea." Hiyori jumped up tackling the oblivious guy.

Nagisa rushed over while Jun walked over also curious to hear how Ibara laughs while being tickled.

"H-Hyori. What is this? Can't u see I'm reading?"

"It's obvious, we're gonna tickle u!" Hiyori gave him a warning, wiggling his fingers in the air. It was v rooky for Hiyori to not pin down the latter's arms, bc what Ibara did next will shock anyone.

As soon as Hiyori put his fingers on the guy's abs, Ibara pushed Hiyori back making him bump his head on the floor. It didn't hurt too much, it js stinged really bad.

Ibara apologized sincerely, but since it wasn't a bad injury they forgave him.

As u can tell, Ibara will punch u if he's not being pinned down. So, know ur place. He's not a ler nor a lee... well... mostly not, anyways. His worst spot has to be his ribs. If he's pinned down and u tickle his ribs, he will, and I mean will, pull his arms down w/ all his might and accidentally punch u in the face. This is y he doesn't like tickling, and bc it js feels weird since he's suppose to be this really "nonchalant guy". His laugh is loud and boisterous, and he js loves teasing ppl w/o actually tickling them. Moral of the story, don't lay a finger on this dude.

Jun Sazanami:

This guy is super ticklish and he hates being tickled, not sm that he will knock u out, though. He doesn't hv the balls. Now it would've made more since if he was ballzy enough to knock someone out and Ibara was the one who was pussy to do so, but I kinda fucked it up and switched up the characters, oopsies? ANYWAYS, he was wrecked by Nagisa and Hiyori once.

Hiyori brought over his vr set to Ibara's house, so everyone who wants to play can. Ofc, Ibara was reading, so he didn't really join in perse.

Hiyori asked Jun if he wanted to play. But Jun didn't want to at first, until he finnally caved after a little bit of temptation.

He put on the headset, while Hiyori turned on the tv so everyone else can see what he's playing.

"Huh, I kinda wanna play beat saber, ngl."

Jun put on beat saber and any random somg bc he was new at the game and didn't know what to put on.

"Ayo, these r really cool lightsabers," He looked down playing with the glowing sticks, circling them.

"DUDE! U GOTTA LOOK UP!" Hiyori laughed.

"Oh yh!"

A few seconds in everything was going good, until... "HEY! Wtf! I'm not color blind. I did the correct color!"

"Oh yh, u don't know how to play." Hiyori forgot to mention, "U hv to make sure u hit it in the right directions as the arrows display."

"Ugh, this is so lame! Idl this game anymore." Jun pouted, while he was starting up a new game.

Hiyori brought his finger up poking the man's side, "Don't be a baby."

Jun jumped, but acted like nothing happened, "U don't be a baby."

Hiyori and Nagisa shared the same glance, while Ibara had a look on his face that was v self explanatory. It read, 'Don't lock me up in this mess.' And continued reading his book.

"Dw, we'll help u out, Sazanami." Nagisa "reassured".

Jun started up the game, and Nagisa and Hiyori decided to get set in motion.

"Ok... blue... LEFT!" Hiyori yelled, and poked Sazanami's left side.

All the purple haired guy did was fold to the left, squeaking, but hoping no one noticed.

"Now, red... RIGHT!" Nagisa poked Jun's right side, making the other jump away from the touch.

"Come on, Jun! U gotta listen to us. SWIPE UP NOW!!" Hiyori swiped his pointer finger up Jun's spine, making the latter squeak and arch his back.

"SWIPE DOWN!!" Nagisa swiped down Jun's back, making the other fold over.

"Aww, come on u lost, Jun." Hiyori cried dramatically, but didn't seem like he was actually hurt abt it.

"WDYM?! You guys kept poking me!" Jun took off his headset to argue back.

"Uk, what we do to losers, Hiyori?" Nagisa asked w/ a smirk.

"We tickle them?"

"OFC!" Nagisa pounced on the squirming "kid".

"N-no! NO! IBARA! HEHEHEHEHLP ME!"

Ibara showed no sings of helping the poor lee. He js stuffed his face into the book, giggling abt how cute and frantic this guy's laugh was.

So, yh. Ur probably thinking his worst spot is his ears, but ur wrong, it's actually his thighs. And he gets tickled there v often after they found out he was ticklish on and in his ears. His laugh is v childlike and teasable. But it's cute. He won't start tickling anyone, but once he sees someone being tickled, which in this case will only be his teamates, he would be forced to jump in by Nagisa threatening him w/ tickles. Ofc, Nagisa and Hiyori always get him good.

A/n: I'm finally done w/ this!!!

#lee #ticklish #anime tickle #anime #ler #tickle #tickle headcanons #ensemble stars #ensemble stars hcs #ensemble stars tickle #Nagisa Ran #Ticklish Nagisa #Hiyori Tomoe #Ticklish Hiyori #Ibara Saegusa #Ticklish Ibara #Jun Sazanami #Ticklish Jun #Tickle fyp

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baekhvuns · 1 year

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No offence but wtf is Al-Nassr 😭 big names playing in these clubs is always so fucking funny. Suarez in an Uruguayan club makes sense since it's his home country, but others??? Also whenever they go to the USA 🔪 I'm looking at you Zlatan. Changed football into soccer real quick ajishshahsjahshsgsgs and now we have this 🙉

It's sad to see top players go for the money, but they're often treated like shit towards the end of their careers so I'm not shocked

Hahahhahah thanxx Baek. My birthday was boring, I had to work then went out, but nothing crazy. I don't like celebrating my birthday actually. I almost got the Pope, damn was a but late. Why are people dropping dead at the end of the year. Ok but get this, my British friend killed Liz and her sister killed Phillip hsyuahsjsjahagsgshha

Speaking of hockey when I used to attend the games sometimes the puck would fly and we had to avoid being hit. But I actually "caught" two and they let me have them, so that's cool

Yes I watched the FRA-ITA final with my grandfather. At that time we didn't know what happened so people were like "Zizou????" Ah wait I messed up the link

Mourinho meme material for sure akshusyshsbhshash sometimes you wanna slap him, sometimes you can't stop laughing at him. Sometimes it's both

Exo's not making it easy for you all </333 SM you're getting stabbed

It seems Edenary wanted to mix a lot of their songs, Answer, Inception, HH, Wonderland, Guerrilla, Ktinys compared Halazia to all of them, hahaha But I wish it was less autotuned, just more majestic and dramatic. As long as they don't release another Paradgim I'll be content, but I miss their older songs tbh </3 San was struggling in the video, damn rip! (Hopefully he didn't die)

The popping in the choreo is insane also Hwa is giving Tomoe... O_O definitely need a fic with this look and vibe, fire bender Hwa? Prophet Hwa?

More and more people bring the topic of Seonghwa being excluded, it's not that serious, but certainly annoying, sad many people ignore it, cause he's popular enough... Ngl I didn't know that Post Malone song before and I don't like it ajshishsjsjsjdhhs, but Seonghwa should get a chance for real :(

Okay the hair is fine! Why did he send us into panic mode for no reason 🔪 I think his scalp doesn't look too bad actually, could've been worse 😭 Yeosang's hair ❤❤❤❤

God, guess who's gonna be the next token gg. Baby Monster though what a name 💀 and fuck you YG you creepy ugly ass

Antoine?!?! Okay pop off I guess, also I'M LOSING IT WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY

Oooohhhhh hahahahahaha anyways 😵 Hands... pretty

Thankfully he's also a cat!

Also I'm gonna die if this is true 😭❤🥰 but it's highly likely, did Ryan film down the street???

I can't do this this is sick 😭😭😭😭

I got LAZINESS on that quiz, it said I feel connected to cats akdyaigsjasnshsguaja

Happy NY Baeksy! - DV 💖

hi hello!!

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 al-nassr lower than the farmers league 😭 no literally it’s so funny and the ppl who make memes about it have me cRYING,,, FBWMFBWKHDKCJC STOP THE PLOT ACTUALLY LOOKS INTERESTING,, see zlatan’s personality makes me forgive that he went to LA <33

It's sad to see top players go for the money, but they're often treated like shit towards the end of their careers so I'm not shocked

no yeah good for ronaldo bro secured the bag but paid a hefty price,,, plus its only for 2 years mayhaps somethings will change 😭😭 but glad he didn’t go kansas city 😭😭

wELL I HOPE U HAD FUN EITHER WAY, calm birthdays with no celebration but just the presence of u >>> ALMOST GOT THE POPE,,, december 31st is like the grim reaper, every year it waits for it’s best victim and snatches them actually,,, LMFAOOOO NO WAY????? ICBWKCKCKC WHAT A COINCIDENCE that would actually be such a big flex tbh

Oh jesus, I got hit with a tennis ball once, had a bump on the top of my head like in cartoons 😭😭😭😭 so I feel your brother. My friend took a golf ball to the eye. No joke some middle school girls were acting like Pepe or maybe he's acting like them 🔪 I had my moments as well, but jfc ///// Speaking of hockey when I used to attend the games sometimes the puck would fly and we had to avoid being hit. But I actually "caught" two and they let me have them, so that's cool

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭😭 NOT THE BUMP i will assume it’s like this forever now

A GOLF BALL??? WHAT IS GOING ON 😭😭😭 no bc ur so right, why are ppl so aggressive in PE chill it’s JUST PE STOP ACTING LIKE PEPE,,, my theory is that PE is derived from PEPE 🤚🏻 u ever think pepe can win a wrestling match,,, i still think about how that moroccan player kissed pepe’s head bc they missed a pen 😭😭 U CAUGHT THEM?? ANON THATS UR MAIN CHARACTER MOMENT

Yes I watched the FRA-ITA final with my grandfather. At that time we didn't know what happened so people were like "Zizou????" Ah wait I messed up the link ///// Mourinho meme material for sure akshusyshsbhshash sometimes you wanna slap him, sometimes you can't stop laughing at him. Sometimes it's both

my dad still talks about it every time he spots zidane and just points at him “I KNOW YOU??” what a legend tbh,,, but the italian player had it coming, zidane didnt lose his honour <3 LMFAOOOO STOP FBWKBDWK ITS THE WAY ID GET PISSED AT THEM IN THE PAST FOR DOIKG THAT DO BARCA PLAYERS BTT UT NOW ITS JIST SO FUNNY 😭😭 the way neymar has more red cards than pepe is unbelievable actually,,,, the comment “When Ramos and Pepe were on the line up the other teams doctors were more prepared then the team” 😭😭😭😭 seriously what a duo they are,,, NO SERIOUSLY BUT HES SO FUNNY MY ANGER JUST WHOOSHES AWAY this one esp the smile he has on 😭😭😭

Exo's not making it easy for you all </333 SM you're getting stabbed /// It seems Edenary wanted to mix a lot of their songs, Answer, Inception, HH, Wonderland, Guerrilla, Ktinys compared Halazia to all of them, hahaha But I wish it was less autotuned, just more majestic and dramatic. As long as they don't release another Paradgim I'll be content, but I miss their older songs tbh </3 San was struggling in the video, damn rip! (Hopefully he didn't die)

exo not making it easy, BUT FINALLY GETTING THE EXOTEEZ CRUMBS

bestie SM IS GETTING STABBED BC SUPERM CB???? if we manifested this, then the red light is tvxq and it better be max 🔫🔫,,, wait u are right, it does seem like they mixed them all together! no wonder!! right! lesser autotune would’ve let their vocals shine, it rly wouldve been majestic fantasy sound tbh,,, gonna also be that fan and say i miss their old songs as well,, something with a mix of inception answer and all,,, fever pt1 after went a little 📉📈 in my personal humble opinion <3 tho their bsides have def improved alot!

The popping in the choreo is insane also Hwa is giving Tomoe... O_O definitely need a fic with this look and vibe, fire bender Hwa? Prophet Hwa?

u did not just say that..

yeah, it’s def a topic that should be discussed about but the WAY it is being discussed is annoying 🔫🔫 IM GONNA PRETEND I HAVE NRVER SEEN THAT SENTENCE 🔫🔫 he should! need him in the pretty boy group collab 😭😭 juyeon hyunjin hwa <3 a NEED

Okay the hair is fine! Why did he send us into panic mode for no reason 🔪 I think his scalp doesn't look too bad actually, could've been worse 😭 Yeosang's hair ❤❤❤❤ //// God, guess who's gonna be the next token gg. Baby Monster though what a name 💀 and fuck you YG you creepy ugly ass

bro looks like einstein 😭😭😭 little nerdy genius guy <33 bestie now….hopefully he dyes his hair bc the euro tour hwa CANNOT BE BLOND !!!!!! if u can’t experience it no one can 🤚🏻no cause baby monster,,, and the girlies are aged 2002-2010🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ YEOSANGS HAIR 🤚🏻🤚🏻 THE BEST ITS BEEN IN A WHILE

Antoine?!?! Okay pop off I guess, also I'M LOSING IT WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY //// Oooohhhhh hahahahahaha anyways 😵 Hands... pretty

NO CAUSE RHWKDHWKDHWKHDKW WHAT HAPPENED IT SENDS ME neymar’s influence 😭😭

bro can’t believe it 😭😭😭 HE JUST SAT THERE AND I WAS LIKE ???? UR NOT GONNA CELEBRATE??? 😭😭😭 also 😭😭😭 he just kept sliding,, all the way back to brazil fvdbvdd also 😶😶 psg loosing their match for the first time coincidentally the day where their main players aren’t there <3 guess mbappe isn’t the one who carries the team <3 but tbh psg are 🔫🔫 them not letting players go to brazil for pele’s funeral 🔫

and?? 😭😭😭 a NUMBER! OVER A NUMBER

Thankfully he's also a cat! ///// Also I'm gonna die if this is true 😭❤🥰 but it's highly likely, did Ryan film down the street???

JDVWKDHSK THE WAY HES LOOKING 😭😭😭 WAIT?????? NO WAY???? SKZ WORLD DOMINATION WTF,,, he did actually 😭😭 and now it’s percy jackson’s filming!

I can't do this this is sick 😭😭😭😭 /// I got LAZINESS on that quiz, it said I feel connected to cats akdyaigsjasnshsguaja /// Happy NY Baeksy! - DV 💖

no bc imagine what he must be feeling 😭😭 his career is really so spontaneous i wonder if he’s tired 😭😭,,, but… anon ur getting laziness im getting sadness <3 happy new year to you tooo!!!! hope u get to see ateez this year!!!! <33

he saved me actually

AND THIS! THIS! THIS!!!!

DO U REMEMBER THIS FHWKFHWK

aND IU AND LEE JONG SUK???? WE WON???

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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justsoohi · 2 years

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Cruise

Natsume: Huh? Why is the common room noisy...?

what a bad timing, I was in the mood for a cup of tea and have a break. I can't relax now.

yare yare, what are they so existed about?

Hiyori: yes, yes leave everything to me!

Tetora: I'm looking forward to it! I wanted to swim in a private pool once. Swimming is a good for a whole body exercise~

Aira: in that case, I'd like to buy a new swimsuit.

oh and also, I have to remember the swimming rings and floats! I've had my eye on a ra-vely~ one for a while now♪

Hokuto: .....Float¹? Ah That ـــــ Isn't it the juice with ice cream on top?

Aira: you're wrong~ Sure, it's called a float, though but I'm talking about the large plastic floats that float in the pool.

Kaoru: I often go to the beach, but a pool might be nice once in a while~

oh, right. Is it okay to call Kanata-kun too? I'd like to let him take a bath in a large room once in a while, since he seems to be holding back in the shower in his room lately.

Hiyori: Of course you can invite everyone! We have enough space for a few dozen more people. I hope you'll invite more and more!

Tetora: Dozens of people.. just how big is that swimming pool!?

But if that's the case, why don't we try to reach out to more people? It would be more fun with a big group.

Natsume: ... hey, hokke-kun. What's all this fuss about?

Hokuto: Ah, Sakasaki.

It's nothing much. We were all just talking about the lingering summer heat, and Tomoe-senpai said he would invite us all to a private pool.

Natsume: Ehh. Don't tell me hokke-kun is going to·····?

Hokuto: I'm not going. I can't swim. And even if I did, I wouldn't enjoy it.

Natsume: Yes, that's what I would normally think too

Aira: hm? Sakasaki-senpai thank you for your hard work~

Tetora: Tomoe-senpai is inviting us to his private pool. How about going with us Sakasaki-senpai?

Natsume: ....I can't go, I'm not good at outdoor activities.

Kaoru: eh~ you answered immediately Even if you are not good at outdoor activities, it might be fun to give it a try? Even if you don't swim well, you can just float~

Natsume: I said i can't go, only those who want to go should go.

Hokuto: That's right. Don't force him too hard. It's just that sakasaki has his own reasons.

Natsume: ah.....

Hokuto: Sakasaki will go with meـــــــ

Natsume: Ah ~! Hokke-kun! Don't you feel something is wrong?

Natsume: This is a serious situation. And i may know how to avoid it. I'll tell you today's fortune over there.

Natsume: Come on, hurry up. I'll tell it to you as soon as possible.

Hokuto: ـــــHey, don't pull me like that...!

Natsume: Ha. seriously...

(That was a close call. I managed to stop it somehow.)

(It might be dangerous to leave hokke-kun like this.)

(I wonder if I can somehow make him lose the memory that I can't swim. He doesn't seem to be the type of person who is easily hypnotized.)

(....Well, I'll take care of hokke-kun again)

( even so, It's really a troublesome season. This is the season when everyone is taking a bath or swimming in the sea. -------)

Natsume: Haa, seriously... I wish the summer would disappear...

¹ على ماعتقد هوكي تلخبط بين الاكل والعوامه الحقيقيه

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muses-archive · 2 years

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On the cards #6: success in cringe

They were late even with Thoma speeding way too dangerously so they only saw the last few moments of the performance. The darkness and the mirror setup nonetheless leaves Kazuha in some stupor days after. The lithe figure, the form fitting outfit, the trailing sleeve… it’s a departure from the more baggy clothes he’s used to seeing.

He can’t possibly bring it up though. He doesn’t think he’s meant to see it. After all, he never made any mention of it. He should apologize, right? He takes out his phone, intending to make a call, then realizes he’d never asked for Xiao’s number. He’s already asked for so many favours of Tomo (by extension, Thoma) to not want to request this Totally Vital Information, nor does he want to make it seem even weirder.

All he wanted was a change of pace to maybe kickstart his writing after work. It was the only one they could watch that weekend since its scheduling was erratic to begin with. He really didn’t know! Is there anything he could do to apologize? Did he even realize he was there? This is just getting out of hand -

The salesperson is giving him a look. He must have been making faces while browsing. He wants to die. He tries to give an apologetic smile, slowly backing away from the markers he’d been scrutinizing, and bumps into someone. Mentally cursing the narrow aisles of this hole-in-the-wall shop, he begins to say sorry, and freezes. Before he can collect himself, Xiao’s dragging him out by the wrist.

Next thing he knows, he gets treated to some juice. “Wait! I wanted to apologize for the other weekend! I really didn’t know it was you -”

Xiao doesn’t look particularly menacing when he’s drinking from a garishly coloured cup with a straw, but -

“That’s what you’ve been worrying about?”

“Y-yes…? Weren’t you keeping it a secret?”

The suspense is killing him. Xiao raises an eyebrow. “I am.”

“I thought you’d be madder…”

He shrugs. “I didn’t intend for you to find out. Since you have, it’s… not that big a deal, really. I trust you.”

Kazuha is sure his heart stops beating for several seconds. He knows his jaw falls open. Xiao’s laughing . He’s trying to cover his mouth but he’s laughing . He almost wants to throw the juice in his face. His face heats up in response, and he sinks to the ground. Remembering the drink in his hand, he sips away, feeling like a complete loser.

“How much of it did you see anyway?”

“Maybe 5 seconds,” he mumbles. He was too busy overthinking.

“And you were worried over that? I’m surprised you even recognized me.” He sounds like he’s struggling not to laugh again. Gods above, someone just shoot him already.

The realization dawns on him. Had he been thinking of Xiao often enough to make the connections…? He needs to fly home to Inazuma and walk off a cliff and even that wouldn’t be enough to relieve him of his embarrassment. He deserves to be laughed at.

“What were you performing anyway?” he asks, in the most defeated tone he can muster. In for a penny, in for a pound.

“It’s some short excerpt I found. No ending,” Kazuha perks up when it’s Xiao’s turn to be flustered, avoiding his eyes. Must be more self disclosure than he intended.

“Oh?”

“Well.” A deep breath. “You can come watch next time and decide. I’ll let you know when.”

He holds out his hand. Kazuha stares, dumbfounded, feeling ridiculously pleased at the shade of red creeping up Xiao’s face. He pulls over his hood, in a cute attempt to hide. It does nothing while Kazuha’s still crouched, his self pity ebbing away with every passing minute at this turn of events. “I’ll give you my number.”

Obediently, he fishes out his phone and places it in the proffered palm. He’s dimly aware that his lockscreen and homescreen are fortunately very innocuous things, being photos of some cloud formations that he likes, and that in the rush, he both forgot what supplies he actually needed, and that he has to run to class very soon.

“There. I…” as though he hit his quota of words for the day, Xiao hesitates. “Treat me next time.”

With Kazuha’s phone safely back in his hands, Xiao leaves with haste, leaving him in a daze.

Attendance score be damned. There’s no functioning to be had today.

#musearchive cards #kazuxiao

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reilliane · 2 years

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Vigil ✤ Kazuha

V i g i l

A/N: Here is the Kazuha angst, sweeties :')) I wrote this with my prepared angsty playlist hehe- I.. well, my heart cracked..

✤ She/her

✤ Warnings: Death

➸ Honor (Sequel) ➸ Little Brother (Scenario) Resolve (Alternate Ending)

Words: 3.9k

"Text in this format means dialogue in flashback!"

The memory of peering into the crib with excited blabbers remains fresh, untarnished with the passing of time.

It feels like it’s just yesterday when your mother reached for the wailing baby laying inside to hand him in your caring touch.

“This is your little brother, [Name].” you squealed when the boy clung unto your finger, “His name is Kazuha. Be a good sister for him, understand?”

“Yes!”

Ah, that did feel as if it was just yesterday.

“Nee-chan!”

Dropping the basket of laundry, you frantically looked around.

“Nee-chan!”

“Kazuha-!?”

He was sprinting, arms flailing as tears spilled past his eyes and panicked exclaims left his lips.

His friend was chasing him from behind, laughing as he waved an undercooked fish—your brother’s worst nightmare.

Comedic but understandable.

“Tomo’s making me eat it!” your younger brother mumbled behind you, pointing accusingly towards his friend who sheepishly spluttered excuses at your stern gaze.

Taking the skewered fish in Tomo’s hands, you hummed, patting his and Kazuha’s heads.

“How about I cook something for the both of you, instead? How’s that sound?”

“Yes, please! Nee-chan’s cooking is the best!”

You can never get tired of cooking for the two of them, even if your sibling eventually asked to be taught, you find yourself still taking over cooking duty. Lovingly whipping up dishes is your forte.

It stuck around when the household eventually lost the attending servants following the fall of the Kaedehara clan. It even stuck through the grim times of your parents’ passing.

Kazuha had gone through so much at a young age, changed little by little—and you aren’t oblivious to it. With his growth, you are a witness to his budding shell of maturity.

Single years fold into a decade and all of a sudden, the mirthful silverette who doesn’t last a day without calling you ‘big sister’ has grown up.

Far too quickly, to be honest, but who are you to hold him back?

“You don’t call me ‘nee-san’ nowadays,” you laugh jokingly, “My, you’ve grown so much, Kazu!”

He stares at the plates of food you set on the dining table, his sigh small and feeble as you continue gushing. Albeit he has a smile on his face, it appears tight. Forced.

But you turn a blind eye to that—you’ve always been doing it.

Now, however, it seems that your brother has grown tired of humoring you. It has been going on for too long.

“I’m not some child anymore..” his monotonous voice is so unlike him—it’s as if he no longer is the person you grew up with.

Having him address it bluntly prompts you to pause, the only sound being the sizzling of unagi meat, frying to perfection.

The richness of its color, however, dulls when you process what your sibling has mentioned.

As if its vividness is an illusion meant to shield you from present-day reality.

Still, you shake it away, keeping the smile on your face as you set the fried meat on a new plate, turning to put it down on the table beside the other dishes.

“Oh, Ka-“ you stop, seeing the look in his eyes.

The way his carmine optics bore against your [c]s is foreign.

It’s scary.

It’s different. It’s new.

You sit down in front of him, trying not to show how restless you’ve become. Such an attempt is futile, of course, since you’re in front of the person you’ve been with for years.

“Kazu-“

Thud!

Silence zips your lips when he lays his chopsticks down. It isn’t by any means a slam—but someone like Kazuha doesn’t need to be outright with anything in order to express a negative opinion.

“So please refrain from initiating unnecessary coddling,” he cuts you off with a swivel as he leaves for the door. “I have grown up now, sister. I... need you less.”

What?

A multitude of emotions hit you at once, all coming from his sudden statement that feels like it can tear you apart. But oh—who were you kidding?

You know that this will eventually come.

The very day where he admits that he is capable of being alone. Without you.

The opening of the door causes you to stand from your chair, “Wait!”

He does as you said but doesn’t look back. His hand remains on the handle of the knob, unchanging of his decision to leave.

You tug the black and red scarf from your neck, inching close to the man so you can wrap it around his neck.

“It’s cold outside.. won’t you at least eat something?”

It takes him a moment to respond—but his decision does not change.

He detangles the fabric on his neck and, without looking you in the eye, sets it in your hand, rejecting your offer.

“Later.”

And he’s gone.

Nothing changed much after he left with that declaration.

Often times he still returns in the dead of night, a smile on his face. It will only ever droop when you come in the room greeting him a lovely evening, and he will sigh.

“I told you not to wait up for me.”

He will depart for his room before he can hear your explanation.

It leaves you hanging, hollow with bitter hope and refusal to believe that you both have reached that time in life where he doesn’t need you as much.

Each time he turns his back, you are filled to the brim with sorrow you didn’t know you were capable of holding.

Retreating to the upper floor of your home, you will stay at the balcony sighing your concerns away to the stars. To the place where you believe your parents are staying, listening to your bouts of frustration and worry.

“Was I a good sibling for him, mother? Father?” you’ll sometimes mutter as you play with your silver locks, the only thing you share with your sibling other than the forgotten name of a once esteemed clan.

And as you vent all these to the stars, you remain oblivious to the lone figure hiding by the shadows in the adjacent room. His frown is tiny. Sad, but not guilty.

Kazuha will leave once again before he’ll hear his sister’s frustrated cries.

Sometimes, he will chew over it when he is wandering Inazuma—thinking, pondering if perhaps there could’ve been a way to say it without hurting his sibling.

But as he contemplates over and over, he finds that there is no easy method to admitting the truth.

His friend Tomo, albeit not being told anything, is naturally cognizant of the things revolving around the silver-haired siblings.

The older sister’s presence has been diminishing and he can count her appearances at Kazuha’s side getting less.

He has implied several times to make up with the female even if they had no outright argument, and when faced with a baffled question of ‘why’, Tomo only smiles.

“Because you’re family.”

So simple and yet—when Kazuha thinks of the matter a minute longer, the taste in his tongue becomes acrid.

“What upsets you?” his friend questions as he coos over his white feline, “You’re not the Kazuha who’s always crying for big sister, heh.”

The silverette cannot even find it within him to send a retort. His silence, to others, is a message that typifies a want to be alone—but to Tomo, who has known him since they’re both children, that silence is different.

With a hum, he stretches his limbs, yawning as his cat rolls around the grass.

“You know, [Name] won’t hate you for wanting it,” he starts, “You want to wander, don’t you? But you feel like you’re tied down. You’re grounded—because [Name] is here.”

Kazuha flinches and his friend snickers.

Spot on.

“I’m just going to repeat what I said because I meant it, Kazuha. Tell her the truth. She’s literally the most understanding person I know—it’s not like she’s going to despise you for wanting something.”

“… I’ll think about it.”

Tomo sighs. It’s not what I was hoping for but it’s a start.

Remembering something that moment, Tomo lets out a loud scream that nearly sent his friend toppling in the nearby stream of water. Kazuha looks on with slightly wide eyes as the other man jumps to his feet, violet eyes gleaming.

“Oh, right! I plan to initiate another challenge!”

Another challenge…

Kazuha closes his eyes with a hum, “I do hope you’ll last another. You’ve been faced with the worst of the worst.”

The chuckles that leave his friend’s lips are excited and sort of expectant.

“It’s going to be the ultimate one of all! So if you’ll excuse me~”

Perhaps a talk with your brother will do you both good.

You’ve both been acting like strangers walking on eggshells underneath the same house and it is driving you insane.

He’s not even looking you in the eye anymore!

Given his quiet personality, confrontation will be difficult, but he’s a cooperative person. Besides, he always hears you out.

There isn’t any reason for him not to when he knows that this will be done only for the betterment of the future.

So, with a nervous disposition but eager heart to settle things right, you lift the basket from its place with plans to head over to the market. It’s an hour or two before dusk, just the perfect time to shop for dinner.

“Mm.. some dry-braised salted fish for tonight sounds lovely.” You muse, remembering how the dish is your brother’s favorite.

Ah, the number of tries he takes to perfect and stylish it into his own can’t be forgotten.

It doesn’t take too long to cook it, but you’ll be making tons of other side dishes and dessert, so it’s best to start early!

You exit the abode, the smile on your face present as ever even when you’re greeted outside by a couple of Shogunate Soldiers. Their features appear sterner, their hold on their naginata rock solid.

“Are you Kaedehara [Name]?”

Hm?

“Yes. Can I help you?”

The soldiers lunge forward, spears falling to a position pointing at you from all possible angles, cutting any means of escape as you furrow your brows.

“What’s the meaning of this?”

“Your brother has defied the Decree of the Shogun and was hereby declared a criminal. Going against an Imperial Decree results in punishment inclusive to his immediate family.”

Your basket falls to the ground.

Thud!

Kazuha’s feet create a loud sound following his landing, a breath of panic expelling past as he rushes away.

The warmth in his hand escalates to a scalding degree, burning and searing like the fading power of Electro held within the golden casing.

To think that that was what Tomo meant.. !

He does not feel anger, no, just the burn of desperation and want to hide his friend’s Vision because he doesn’t want it to be taken away—to be placed in that statue that displays the lost ambitions of many others.

He’ll be damned before the Shogunate can take it… !

The criminal evades those at his tail, making swift maneuvers on rooftops and alleys without a second thought.

His limbs are answering his every command, be it to duck, to jump—or to even draw his blade.

He is still ways away from the port but getting there won’t prove to be too complex for someone like him. He’s cut down plenty of the samurai in his escape from Tenshukaku.

Tomo…

“You’re family. Tell her.”

Family—

“This is the first one in a long time I’ve heard of it being extended-! To whom again? The clan that has lost its prestige a decade ago, right?” he almost trips in his sprinting, darting to an alleyway so he can further eavesdrop.

Did I hear that correctly?

A relieved sigh escapes when those chasing him run past his hiding spot.

Sucking in his breath, the silverette tightens his grip on the faded Vision of his best friend as he listens in the hushed conversation.

“Be quiet!” someone hisses, “If someone overhears us, what next? Still, I do feel bad.. they lost so much already. I can’t believe they’d drag an innocent person into it, too..”

“Well, there’s nothing we can do. The Shogun issued the penalty to immediate families, right? As far as I know, there are only two Kaedeharas left—”

Kazuha feels his heart stopping. Kaede..hara?

There’s no mistaking it.

But why—?

Why would a punishment meant for him extend to her?

She’s innocent!

Going off-course, he sprints in the direction of his house.

The house that he lives in with his sister who takes great care of him—the same sister he’s willing to leave in favor of chasing what he wants in life.

He’s willing to, but he doesn’t.

Because perhaps—perhaps if he stayed and buried his desire, then he will amount to the same greatness she has done for him.

But he cannot stand it, either. As patient as he is, as kind and ‘gentle’, [Name] can always see through his face.

He’s always been antsy—always itching to wander and he’s stumped that his sister is well-aware of that fact. Still, she’s always playing the ignorant one, pretending not to care- still coddling him as if he’s little and he’s had… enough of it.

But now that the situation has pinned this misfortune upon them, the ronin realizes that she’s only pretending for his sake, as well.

“Cut that out, I don’t need it. I fear that.. you will only embarrass yourself.”

Wasn’t it him who refused to tell her of his want to roam free in the first place?

“I understand that I am your brother—but there is no need to worry over me all the time. I can look after myself, [Name]. Do worry about something else, instead.”

Wasn’t it him who stuck around, still?

The bitterness in his tongue increases with each leap of his feet. He doesn’t even process the race of his heart as he’s carried through the same path that leads him home.

To his family—to his only sister.

Everything seems to pass by slowly, in a blur, like the specks that decorate his vision the more his mind throws stacks and stacks of memories. This is madness.

Complete and utter madness.

He rounds the corner to see the figure of his only sibling, her back turned to him—she cannot see him, but he can see the armed soldiers flanking around her.

His throat tightens and certainly, he wouldn’t have been able to utter a word due to how it feels like his throat has been crushed.

“[Name]!”

Yet, the furious scream that tears past his lips denies all kinds of ‘impossibility’ the instant he sees the female falling to the ground, the sight of red splatter making him draw his blade.

Whoosh!

The summoned wind is opposingly gentle to the brewing storm in someone’s beautiful carmine eyes.

“[Name]-.. !”

That voice.. Kazuha?

Sometimes, the depth of emotion in Kazuha’s eyes is too deep for you to understand. Despite being so silent, he’s so, so expressive with his stares.

That even when he isn’t trembling when he lifts your torso, you know how much he’s quaking from within.

“What are you.. doing here? You have to go,” you cough red when he adjusts you in his arms, the sight of the fallen soldiers reminding you of the situation at hand.

“Quick—before they.. catch you.”

He shakes his head,

“I’m taking you with me, I have a boat prepared, come, let’s—”

“Don’t lie to me, Kazuha.”

He pauses, flitting his gaze down to meet yours. You hate how you can’t seem to focus on him, though.

Your sight is blurring in and out, only providing small intervals of clarity where you can see the panic in his features.

A sight you didn’t think you’d see on him until now.

“I know you made it for yourself. You’ve been planning to leave home, weren’t you? I’m not..” you’re not oblivious to his wish, “I’m not mad. I was only holding you back, wasn’t I?”

He sucks in a breath.

“I-I-“

What was he supposed to say?

Weakly tapping his arm, you start taking quick breaths—just to take in all the air you can while tolerating the gaping wound from being impaled.

It hurts. You want to scream. It hurts.

But you don’t—because you do not want to appear weak to your brother.

You promised mother and father that you will not cry when faced with problems—he mustn’t see, Kazuha mustn’t see.

But at this moment, you just want to break apart. Disbelief is kicking in, you can’t believe this is happening.

When—where did everything go wrong?

“Besides, I’m not of use to you anymore. As if I’ll last the journey to Liyue-“

“Don’t say that!”

You blink owlishly, gasping out in pain when his hand presses against your wound, futilely attempting to hold back the bleeding.

“K-Kazuha?”

Your own hand shakily plants itself atop his own, helping him press—as if his hand isn’t heavy enough to stop the flow—it down.

It will hurt, but you can’t say for sure. You’ve already grown numb and your head is swimming.

Still, you focus on him.

Still, you help him apply pressure even if you know—even if he knows—that it’s too late.

“Don’t say that. You’ve..” his voice cracks, “You’ve done so much, [Name], you-“

You took over the clan household when our parents died. You struggled to make ends meet for both of us. And yet.. all I do.. all I do is… !

Kazuha angrily bites on his lip, his hold on his composure beginning to slip as his mind throws in a reel of olden days.

“I’m leaving, [Name]. Please don’t wait up, I may take longer.”

“I’m grateful, but I don’t need that anymore.”

“Stop that, already.”

He dips his head with a muffled cry. All I do is wander and desire for a future where I can roam freely. I haven’t even thought of you..!

“You’ve grown, Kazuha,” he snaps back into this harsh reality when he feels the hand atop his disappear, presently moving to brush his messy locks.

He doesn’t know why all of a sudden his sight is becoming misty, but perhaps—perhaps it is because he remembers when his sister used to brush his hair the same way with a loving smile.

It is the same touch he flees from nowadays.

The same touch now—the same loving smile.

“As much as I hate to admit it, you’re right—you’ve grown so much.. and I’m still clinging onto the past.”

So lively, so beautiful and yet—

“You’re strong now..”

Yet it’s dying.

He presses harder on his sibling’s wound, almost sadistically—as if he’s hoping that it’ll ignite a painful reaction. “[Name], please, let me-“

Because if it hurt—then it means she’s still okay. She’s still responding.

“So capable.. so independent, you are.”

So why—? He almost chokes out a sob. Why are you not reacting to it!?

“Mother and father would be so proud of you. I am sorry if I was lacking in any way.”

“Please, [Name], you can’t do this.”

He trembles, the composure he created so, so close to breaking as he gives up on endeavors that are pointless, to begin with.

Instead, he tilts his head up, wishing to curse the heavens above.

For everything.

“I’m happy to be your sister, and.. I’m proud of you… Kazu..”

“Wait-“ he stumbles over his words, catching the falling hand of his sibling and registering how deathly pale she has gotten in a matter of seconds. “Wait, please—I-“

As much as he wants to voice out he’s sorry..

For many things; for turning his back on her, for being distant when all they have is each other, he’s unable to find his voice when he sees the tears dripping out of his sister’s [c] eyes.

His strong older sister—weeping. It’s the first time he has seen her cry.

Her smile trembles—

“I love you. My nice.. little.. brother.”

—And her [c]s are then hidden forever.

The way she endearingly called him in her dying breath has him freezing, his heart pausing as if he had died along with her.

But then the spark of pain welcomes him back to reality—to life.

And then he is leaning over her.

“[Name]..” breathless whispers escalate into panicked murmurs. “[Name]?”

His heart is pounding in his chest as he tries to shake her awake, like when he’d do when he’s eight and awake from an awful dream.

“Nee-san.. can I sleep by your side tonight?”

And although her [c] eyes are tired, she will still smile. “Okay.”

And she’d keep watch over him the whole night.

He’s reminded of it when he hopelessly shakes her awake, to no obvious avail. But he keeps grasping her arms, anyway, like he used to many years ago.

But things are different now.

“[Name]—[N-Name]!?”

He said it himself—he’s no longer a child.

“Please, don’t leave me- I- you’re all I have left!” The ronin’s composure finally breaks loose and his tears begin landing like a profuse waterfall. His uncontained sobs remain unheard.

This time, there is no one to wake him up from his nightmares.

“No—no, no- no, please..!” Kazuha weeps as he holds his sister’s cold hand, shakily pressing it to his forehead, imitating the sweet action she has always given him. A hand on his head, on his shoulder—or on his cheek if he’s tearful.

“You can’t!”

She’ll tell him not to be sad because it’ll make her sad, too.

And he’ll hurriedly wipe his tears because ‘no! big sister mustn’t feel sad because of me!’.

Then [Name] will muster a smile as bright as the sun and hold his face in her warm hands, and press a kiss on his forehead.

He’ll get red and thrash around, whining, ‘onee-san!’. And about how embarrassing it is so she mustn’t do it anymore.

Now, he is holding her hand in his own, trying to remember the same warmth it emitted just a day ago. Just a few hours ago. How long has it been?

And when he doesn’t feel the warmth—when he doesn’t remember the warmth, when all he feels is the cold and the obvious lack of love, Kazuha breaks apart.

His heart squeezes and his tears spill more, his lips parting to release the honorific he has dropped a long, long time ago. “Nee-san!”

“You don’t call me ‘nee-san’ nowadays,”

“Onee-san!”

“My, you’ve grown so much, Kazu!”

“Onee-san!”

I’m calling you. He cries, like a picture of misery. So why aren’t you waking up? Sister! He cries, like a heartbroken child.

The winds around him pick up, warning him of incoming men sent to apprehend and penalize him the same way they did to his sibling.

It’s suffocating—maddening, even, and he wants to tear them all down himself.

But [Name] wouldn’t like that.

So, with a muted cry and bolster of willpower, he tears himself from the body of his kin, trembling.

He can hear the thundering steps of the samurai as he hurries to untangle the same black and red scarf [Name] has once attempted to give him. The same fabric he has rejected.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry.” he hugs her with all his might, with his soul, and with his heart before he’s back up on his feet and running. I love you, too, nee-san.

“Get him!” someone roars from behind.

And although he wishes to turn and slice them away, he couldn’t—because he’d be seeing the fallen figure of the same person he had neglected to cherish.

So, instead, he nestles the scarf around his neck whilst clutching onto the Vision of his friend.

Down the path, he runs.

Years ago, he will be accompanied by the people he loves, chasing a faraway future.

Now he is running on the same path alone, running after a dream that can now be turned into reality.

Far from Inazuma.

Far from home.

a/n: did it hurt-

@lehra @melkxsh

bonus angst sketch

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clouds-rambles · 3 years

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Here's a hurt/comfort idea:

Can I please get Kazuha with a reader who feels guilty about having an electro vision, like some part of them feels they ate somehow at fault for what happened to Kazuha's friend, and so they throw their vision away?

Hurt/comfort for the soul <3

Tomo is Kazuhas friend btw

Beidou calls you kiddo, but in a way an older woman would call someone a decade or so younger than her a kiddo. 40 y/o Beidou for clear skin

Beidou Mum figure alert

1.5k words moment

Pairings; (Romantic) Kazuha x reader, (Platonic) Beidou x reader

Warning(s); hurt/comfort, electro vision user

Keep reading under the cut!

It's been a little while since both you and Kazuha have escaped Inazuma, the two of you have been aboard Captain Beidou's ship since you met her a few weeks ago.

And this is the first time since Tomo's death that both you and Kazuha have finally been able to stop running. In the months you were in Inazuma on the run Kazuha had kept trying to get you to stay in worry that you were going to throw your whole life away. 'And miss out on the adventures you're going to have?' is how you'd always reply, and Kazuha would give you an eyeroll and a light chuckle.

What you'd do for that man honestly.

Kazuha has decided to sit in the crows nest for some silent meditation and here you are contemplating...

You brain brings up memories of every time Kazuha gives you a side glance whenever you use your vision. The vicious flinches when you let the electricity from your vision crackle loudly. The way after a fight Kazuha will take himself off to be alone, the more time he's gone usually correlates with how much you used your vision.

Those kinds of things add up in your brain, you desperately don't want him to be scared of you, nor the things you do.

And while it's true Kazuha holds the philosophy that visions are the beholders of the users ambition to pave the road to their goals... but you've seen people who have lost their visions because of the hunt decree manifest their ambition in other ways.

Surely you could do the same?

Even if it's just for Kazuha's comfort you could give up your vision. Sure, you had both witnessed Tomo's death but you can tell it hurt him in a different way than it did you.

You sigh and rub your face with your hands

"What do I do?" you sigh into your hands

"What's up kiddo?" you hear Beidou ask behind her, she gestures to the space next you and you give her a small nod. She sits beside you

"I think I want to give up my vision" you tell her looking back to her hands. Beidou chuckles a little

"Because of how Kaz reacts I presume?" she asks cocking her brow you nod

"I feel like I'm hurting him every time I use it" you reply, Beidou nods and knocks shoulders with you

"Ultimately it's your choice to throw it away or not" she tells you

"I can sense a 'but'" you interrupt looking to the captain, she laughs a little and nods once more

"Yes, I was getting to that" she jests lightly "I don't think you should do it, at least don't throw it to the bottom of the ocean" she tells you looking you in your eyes

"But I-" you go to say but Beidou interrupts by putting her hand up, she then shakes her head

"Let someone look after it, perhaps Kazuha" she offers, you tap your chin

"He'll blame himself if I make him keep hold of it, besides he's already worried enough about Tomo's vision I don't want to-" you stop yourself before burying your face in your hands

"It's a hard decision" Beidou tells you putting a comforting hand on your back "But if you truly think that it'll help..." she trails off

"Will you take it?" you ask her looking to her, Beidou averts eye contact

"That's a big responsibility for me to take..." she trails off

"Please," you plead "I've been trying to stop myself from using it while it's on my person but it just doesn't help" you tell her. Beidou sighs

"Drop it off to my office tomorrow night, okay?" she asks looking to you "I just want you to contemplate this a little more" she adds with a soft smile, you pout a little

"But I know-"

"I know you do... but I think that's best" she tells you "And if you ever want it back, even if you go three hours without it... you can have it back" she adds looking into your eyes "Okay?" she asks, you nod.

The evening and the next day seems to drag on, your vision is still strapped where you like to keep it. It's been quiet, the most exiting thing that you've done is spend about three hours meditating with Kazuha.

"I can sense that something is on your mind" Kazuha speaks up opening an eye to look at you, you open both your eyes to look at him. You shake your head

"No, nothing more than my normal musings" you lie with a soft smile, Kazuha frowns a little while he opens his other eye

"You're lying" he comments before lightly sighing "But you know I won't push you too much. But, I know what you're like with lots of thing on your mind" you shake your head at his words with a smile

"It's a little annoying that you know me so well" you tell him with a light laugh "But don't worry, it'll be all sorted out soon" you add knocking your knee with his. Kazuha shakes his head

"Well I'm here for you anyway" he says softly smiling at you, you smile back

And here you are three days later, your vision is hidden somewhere in Beidou's cabin. Beidou keeps mentioning that your vision is still thrumming with life, apparently on occasion the vision shines through the cloth that it's wrapped in.

You're not sure if Kazuha has taken notice of the absense of your vision. But you certianly have. It's odd only using your weapon, especially considering that most of your life you've had your vision on you. You keep tripping and getting slightly cornered every time you want to use the power but you can't find it. It almost makes you want to pick the vision back up, but you know inside you can't.

"I figured it out" Kazuha breaks the silence as the two of you walk back to the Alcor

"Figured what out?" you inquire "Life, the universe, and everything?" you ask in jest. Kazuha shakes his head

"No, why you've been so weird the last few days" he replies looking to you, you stop in your tracks

"Oh and that is?" you ask in a teasing tone

"You don't have your vision on you" he tells you stopping a few paces in front of you, you look to your feet "Why?" he asks. It's your turn to sigh

"I just wanted to see if I could fight without it" you lie to him, Kazuha huffs

"Lies" he tells you "You've been avoiding the conversation for three days, I'm concerned" he adds stepping towards you

"It's just, it's just complicated" you tell him crossing your arms, Kazuha matches you and crosses his own arms

"More complicated than following a known Inazuman fugitive?" he asks with a cock of his brow, you look away from him

"It's nothing Kazuha" you tell him, he sighs

"I know I said the other day that I didn't want to push you, but I'm concerned" he reiterates, you shake your head "Did something happen that I'm not aware of? Like with your vision?" he quizzes, you sigh again

"I gave it up okay" you tell him flailing your arms in the air "Because I hate seeing you in so much inner pain every time I use my vision" you add tears prickling in your eyes "There you got it out of me, okay?" you ask walking past him

"It was about me?" he asks turning as you walk past him. Kazuha frowns a little "You didn't have to-"

"But I did" you tell him quietly stopping in your tracks “It hurts so much to see you flinch whenever I use electro. I don’t want to hurt you Kazuha” you turn to him. Kazuha smiles a little

“I’m flattered that you think about me so much” he tells you placing a hand on your shoulder “But I don’t want you to sacrifice your vision for my comfort, the fear I have will pass quicker when I realise that not all electro is bad” he adds tilting his head a little

“I just don’t like to see you hurting” you tell him looking down. Kazuha chuckles a little

“You could have come to me and we could have spoken about it” he tells you pulling you into a hug “That doesn’t matter though” he adds with a light chuckle “We can work through it all while you still hold your vision” he tells you after a few moments of silence

“Maybe...” you trail off “I’ll follow your lead for whatever makes you the most comfortable”

“Once we get back lets talk about it properly over dinner”

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mycrofts-gunbrella · 3 years

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Favourite Experiment- Sherlock Holmes x Reader (Part Three)

A/N- One day I won’t stay up until almost 3am writing fanfiction.. That day is not today. Not a huge deal of Sherlock interaction until the end but I feel like what happens in this one is pretty important to give character insight. Enjoy!

Word Count- 3378

"Right, boys, I'm sticking the kettle on since you're both terrible hosts and haven't offered me another drink." You teased, flicking the switch. "Any requests?"

"Tea please!" John called from his armchair, from where he had already begun to update his blog with last night's case. Following John's voice came the low rumble of Sherlock's muttering a 'coffee: black, two sugars' and you fought against aggressively shouting 'please?' back at him. Opening the fridge to grab the milk for your cuppas, you let out a bizarre sound that combined the likes of shock, excitement and intrigue all in one. You span to see Sherlock in the entry of the kitchen, a smirk mirroring your grin as you gestured wildly to the fridge.

"Ah, yes. I see you've met Stephen. He's not very much for conversation but I find he's a great listener." He walked beside you and prodded the severed head's forehead with one finger. "You had a much better response than John did. I think he cried."

"No I bloody didn't, you git. One of Ste- One of that THING'S hairs blew off into my eye as I opened the door." John argued. "It's disgusting." Sherlock handed you the milk carton that you had forgotten about entirely and slammed the fridge door to a close.

"In my defense, if you always listened to my conversations I direct to you as well as you listen to private ones, I wouldn't need Stephen at all. Honestly, John, you can be such a child sometimes." Sherlock rolled his eyes. You nudged him with your elbow.

"Comes with the height, that does."

"Right, sod the pair of you." John sulked into the kitchen and grabbed a small thermos. "I'm going to the clinic."

"But you don't start until tomo-"

"I'll bloody well start when I like." He started tipping his tea into the metal cylinder, a frown on his face.

"Fine, but you know I'm only teasing." You messed his hair playfully and he groaned. "Love you, big bro." John rolled his eyes and headed for the front door. "Oi, what if I died while you were gone? Your last thought would be 'oh God, and I didn't even answer her when she said she loves me. My own sister.' You'd be guilt ridden." The front door opened. "Ahhh some of Sherlock's poisonous chemicals must have fallen into my cup! Organs shutting down.. Oh, Christ. I can see a light." The door shut again. You'd almost given up your theatrics when John came into vision once more, his finger wagging in your direction like your mother used to do when you misbehaved.

"That.. isn't funny. Not in our line of work and you kno-" Your hand grasped your throat and squeezed.

"I'd hurry, John. Given the symptoms, she's got about 26 seconds."

"Jesus, Y/N, fine. You win. Love you too, though every day becomes more of a challenge. Evil. Both of you. Match made in sodding Hell, but I'm the one burning." He headed out again.

"You need milk!"

"Shove the milk up your-" The door shut.

"I wonder if he regrets telling me that moving back home would be a good idea?" You questioned, bringing your and Sherlock's mugs into the living room and flopping back on the sofa. Sherlock followed shortly after, jumping to lay down with his pale feet in your lap. You slapped the top of his toes. "I don't know which part of your deductions told you that I enjoy using my spare time as a footrest but I can very much tell you that you were incorrect."

"To be fair this is my sofa."

"You have two sofas and John's is uncomfortable. Can I sit in your armchair?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you can't feed me my coffee from over there." You raised your eyebrows at the curly haired man and slapped his foot once more.

"Feed you your coffee? Like you're my patient in a nursing home?"

"The simile wasn't necessary but if roleplay helps-"

"Don't you start talking to me about roleplay, Sherlock Holmes." You took a sip of your tea and bit back a grin as Sherlock opened his mouth in waiting for his coffee.

"I'll make it worth your while."

"And how do you propose you can do that? Promise you won't put any body parts in my fridge?" He shook his head.

"I could never promise that.. You're also too intrigued to not want me to." You hummed in agreement, offering a 'bottom shelf only, no contamination' to which he concurred.

"You're furniture shopping today. Lots of flat-packed furniture to build.. a bed frame.. tips on organisation." You glared. "Fine, helpful second opinions on organisation.. When it all arrives. Me. All yours for your DIY needs. Now, coffee." You weren't going to argue with that. The mere thought of needing to build all of that on your own made you tired. You fought every urge to roll your eyes and lifted the hot caffeinated beverage to the pale man's lips, continuing to feed it to him over a short period of time until the mug had emptied.

"Did you fancy helping me shop too? I'm about to head out."

"I'd sooner follow Stephen's fate."

"Right. Bit dramatic, but fair. Don't set the building on fire and don't let any strange cab drivers whisk you away to kill you. Catch you later." You offered a two finger salute as your exit, stopped by your flat to grab your bag and headed out into the streets of London.

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It had gone well into the evening before you decided to call it a day. Hellish nightmares on the tube, busy shopping centres and incompetant staff members were never your favourite things in this world to interact with, but you deemed the day successful nonetheless. You'd managed to snag a chest of drawers that matched your wardrobe, a king sized bed (who cares if you sleep in it alone? You're an adult now, you have the luxury to make these choices), a few more bookshelves- now just to wait until the rest of your stuff from Oz comes over-, a bigger TV and stand so you could shift the others to your bedroom, dining room table/chairs and a variety of random other furniture/ decor that you came across that should all be turning up in the next week or so. It certainly was a huge dent in your bank account, but it was worth it. Only thing left on the list, really, was a new load of clothes that better matched England's climate than Australia's, but that could be done online when you could be bothered.

You had begun to wander to the next tube station when your phone had started to ring in your pocket. Caller ID hidden. Could be interesting.

"Ahoy hoy!" Society may have decided in the last 130 odd years that that was no longer an acceptable way to answer the phone (particularly to suspicious strangers), but you'd never been one to follow trends; even if it was only you and Mr Burns from The Simpsons left. 'Yello?' was another favourite, mind.

"Get into the car, Miss Watson." A sleek black jag rolled up beside you and it took every ounce of your being not to laugh. "Very cliche, don't you think? Now, where is it I'm being taken to? No, no. Don't tell me. It's a warehouse, isn't it. It's always a warehouse."

"You do not appear very frightened, Y/N."

"You do not sound very frightening, sir. Now, forgive me for ending this lovely chat so early but I can get terribly carsick if I stay on my phone while we move. The lovely leather doesn't deserve that. Ciao." You hung up and climbed into the car. It was so blatantly obvious that it wasn't dangerous. Nobody even had any reason to hold any kind of grudge against you.. They may have seen you work with Sherlock, who no doubt has many grudge holders, but their best bet to get the Holmes to follow would be to take your brother, not you. Unless they were stupid which, honestly, wasn't everyone? Maybe. But not this guy. The woman who sat beside you tapped away on her Blackberry and you grinned. "Oooh, spies! Her Majesty's secret service.. Not met with you guys for a while. Fancy a rendition of God Save the Queen while we travel? Though, I must admit I'm more in favour of the Sex Pistols song rather than the anthem." Her eyes flicked to you for a split second before turning back. "Not much for talking?"

"No."

"Are we going to a warehouse?"

"..No."

"Liar; I'm telling Lizzie."

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You walked through the abandoned warehouse (called it) and soon found a large room, empty excluding a tall, lanky man leaning against an umbrella.

"G'day, sir!" You called, standing a respectable distance away from the gentleman but offering a sarcastic curtsey.

"Lived across the South Pacific for mere more than half a decade and yet assimilated the colloquialism?"

"Uhhh the eagle has flown, shot down at Windsor?"

"I'm afraid I don't follow."

"Sorry. Thought we were speaking in spy code. Too many big words after a day of tediousness, Mr Holmes." He frowned, though so quickly that you'd have missed it if you blinked, and tipped his chin into the air.

"Lucky guess?"

"I never guess."

"I am aware. I know everything about you, Miss Watson. I have-"

"All of my files at your disposal. Nothing spicy in there, I'm afraid. Best you found was probably me getting arrested for socking a guy in the supermarket. But, in my defence, I'd had a very long day and he picked up the last packet of Tim Tams. So, why am I really here? I can only assume it isn't to be shipped off somewhere in the Middle East over a smack and some chocolate biscuits. Though you Holmses are one for dramatics, apparently." You opened your arms and waved them round the room.

"It is about the aforementioned other Holmes. What are your intentions with him? To use him for his knowledge? Insight on secretive government cases?"

"I plan to court him for a few months, treat him like a gentleman, whisk him up for a holiday away and to propose on the beach. Not a church wedding, never been a religious type. Honeymoon somewhere warm but interesting- Italy, perhaps? Tell me, do I have your blessing?"

"Sherlock Holmes is not one for courting, I can assure you."

"But you are, aren't you.." You waited for him to offer his first name. He didn't. "So, how is Detective Inspector Lestrade?" The flashed frown again. "Don't play dumb, it doesn't suit you. His hair is on your shoulder pad, two of them. From this morning, I'd say. Kiss on the cheek. Successful night, was it?" The tips of the elder Holmes' ears tinted red, his mouth opening and closing in an attempt at a rebuttal that wouldn't form.

"I do not appreciate your deviation from the subject matter."

"And I don't appreciate your condescending way of speaking to me. Respect is a two way field, you know that. You also know of my capabilities. You know I'm clean. Never failed a case, never caused trouble. And yet you drag me out to an abandoned warehouse like a scene out of a Bond movie to question what you already know. To what? Patronise me? Feed your ego? Boring. I'm not buying the tough guy act; this is just what happens when an older sibling has an ounce of power. So, Mr Holmes, tell me. What is it that I am really here for?"

"Yes, well.." You could see it. The question burning inside of him. "If you truly can see like my brother and I-"

"I'm not a dumb woman, Mr Holmes. I've studied human behaviour since I was in Primary School, do you honestly believe that I can't spot an addict when I live downstairs from one? You clearly have my number, you could have just asked on the phone call. If I had to put an estimation? He's been clean for 7 months, likely thanks to my brother. Now, I am not going to promise you that I will spy on your brother- that kind of thing isn't my bag."

"I can pay handsomely. All I ask is-"

"I don't want your money. If things go haywire, I'll let you know- but as Sherlock's friend informing his worried brother; not as his brother's woman on the inside. Once you stop being all mysterious with your hidden caller ID, anyway. No day to day updates, no more warehouses. Now, I'm getting rather tired of finishing your sentences for you, and I've had a terribly long day. I would very much appreciate it if Maria Hill and Nick Fury could drop me off home?" He nodded once and you stepped forward, offering out your hand. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr Holmes. I feel under better circumstances that the two of us could get along very nicely. I'm less quick with the snaps and jokes if I've had a restful day and coffee." He took your hand and held it firm, didn't shake.

"No you're not." You smiled.

"No, I'm not. But I'm certainly better when being treated like an equal, the coffee is just a bonus. Now, I get that the two of you have some kind of superiority complex, but there's no shame in being concerned for your bloody sibling. It doesn't take somebody like us to know Sherlock can be a pain. God, I've only known him for little under two days and I already know that. But, at least with me, go for the concerned sibling role rather than big scary agent. I cooperate better with those than I do Jason Bourne."

"Is everything you say a fictional reference? It's tiring."

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." A new flashed response. A smirk. Very Holmsian. And apparently a 1930's movie lover.. Well, we all have our quirks. "Til next time! I hope I passed the test." A showman's bow before you left, the car still in the same spot outside as you were ferried back to Baker Street.

Inside the warehouse, a slightly exasperated, greatly impressed Mycroft Holmes allowed himself another smirk. Longer lasting now in nobody's company but his own. Passed with flying colours, Miss Watson. This could be very good for his dear brother, maybe even better than the Army Doctor. He shot out a few messages and exited the building.

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The journey back to Baker Street was relatively silent excluding:

"Are you like Maria Hill?"

"No."

"Natasha Romanoff?"

"No."

"Is your name at least either Maria or Natasha?"

"No."

"I promise to stay quiet if you tell me."

"It's Anthea."

"No it isn't."

"It is this year."

"Cool. Very cool."

And then you all but heaved yourself into your flat, frowning when you saw the box that rested on the side of your sofa.

"One of my brother's minions put it in here about 5 minutes ago. Warehouse, was it? He's always loved to make a scene." You jumped backwards at the sound of Sherlock's voice in the doorway. "I saw the car turn up. John's not been home. Not mad anymore, but gone out for dinner with some Julie? Judie? Janie? I honestly don't care."

"You can't just sneak up on me like that, Sherlock! I know 12 ways to kill a man with two fingers."

"And I know 4 to stop all of them." You flipped your finger up at him and opened the flap to the cardboard box on the sofa, grinning as the sight of about 10 packets of Tim Tams came into view. The second you opened your mouth to speak, your phone sounded the text alert noise.

'Very much appreciated your cooperation and refusal to be dominated in conversation. Impressive, Miss Watson. Your attack may not have been as physical as your last, but the impact was more than severe; the delicacies were more than deserved. Well done, and thank you.- Mycroft Holmes.'

Mycroft.. Of course he's a Mycroft. What better to match with a Sherlock? Moments later, a notification from your bank flicked up- all of the day's payments had been restored. Then came the emails ensuring all of your furniture would be delivered first thing in the morning rather than within the week. You chucked your phone at Sherlock and beamed as he read through.

"I think your brother just became my Sugar Daddy."

"Don't make me heave, Y/N. Besides, you're most certainly not his type."

"More than aware, Holmes. Now, you're dying to get me in on your little experiment you got up to in my absence. I'll bring up a packet of these bad boys and get the kettle on. Now mush." You took your phone back and shuffled him out of the flat. You may have been exhausted, but science stopped for no one.

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You hadn't realised how long the pair of you had been all but doubled over round the kitchen table until the front door had opened and John wandered in. You'd spent the better part of the last few hours figuring out how quickly fingers dissolve in different types of acid.

"You're both in the same room where I left you this morning.. Please don't tell me you've been at it the whole time I've been gone." Whether his sigh was more irritated or disappointed, you didn't know. What you did know is that your brother left an open goal.

"'At it'? Come on, John, give me some credit. I've barely known the man for two days. Our relationship is merely professional, perhaps pushing closer to the friendly scale, but certainly not that friendly. And, dear brother, I should hope you know that I have more class than a table that has housed cadaver pieces."

"Don't be smart, Y/N."

"Ooh, that's a flashback. 'Don't be smart, Y/N! Mummmmmm Y/N's being smart.'" Your grin dropped at the glare. "Okay, yes, fine. We've spent the last... 4 hours dissolving fingers in acid. BUT, I did equally spend the day ordering the rest of my furniture. I've been a boring adult, and now I'm having fun."

"You've been home for a couple of days and haven't had sufficient rest." You opened your mouth but was cut off. "Yesterday doesn't count. 8 hours after missing 5 days of proper rest is utter bollocks." His big brother tone was out. Bugger.

"But, John, the fingers!"

"No."

"Okay but, hear me out, fingers."

"Nope."

"Fingersss."

"Repetition does nothing for coercion. You need sleep." Sherlock shook a beaker with a floating digit in.

"In Y/N's defence, she brings up a valid point. After all, the fingers, John."

"Fine, don't sleep. After all, what would I know? I'm only a doctor." He shuffled and sat in his armchair with a huff.

"A doctor who still doesn't sleep as he battles insomnia as part of his PTSD." You hit Sherlock on the arm. "Not good?"

"No, bit far. Now drink that coffee of yours, I made it 10 minutes ago, it's probably freezing." He opened his mouth. "No. Not doing that again. Not til I've cashed out on the last one." He pouted.

"But I've got dirty finger fingers." You barked a laugh and petted his shoulder in feigned sympathy.

"Finger fingers, huh? Well, finger fingers or not, I'm not feeding you your coffee." You span round the table and lent over his left shoulder, eyeing up the finger as the flesh melted away. "And, as much as it pains me to admit it, John is right. We've got a long day of building tomorrow and I'm gonna need some energy that doesn't derive from caffeine."

"But.. the fingers?"

"I know. Maybe while we wait for everything to turn up you can talk me through the results?"

"Will you make coffee?"

"Yes."

"And toast?"

"Yes."

"With Lurpak, not that vile Clover stuff John buys."

"Consider it done."

"Deal." You gave his head a fond pat and kissed John on the cheek before bidding your goodnights and heading downstairs for some rest.

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✨Mister University Pageant 2022 Round Two (Part 1) Results✨

created by: @thehypestdeano and @sirthisisa-wendys

synopsis: the top two nominees have been picked for each house, and tonight, they go head to head! Who will make it to the top seven? (note: the reader is a member of Alpha Theta, the sorority hosting the pageant.)

tw: none

wc: 1.5k

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Voting for the Final Round will be available on Wednesday, February 9th at 12 pm CST!

"Welcome, everyone, to Alpha Theta's Annual Mister University competition!" The roars from the crowd nearly blow you away as you sit in the comfy seat on the stage, holding the microphone aloft in your hand. "Tonight," you begin again as they settle back down. "Tonight, we will be hosting the Q&A section of the contest. We ask that you silence your cellphones and turn the flash off of your camera while each contestant takes the stage. There is also a professional photographer here to capture each and every moment of this event."

Hakkai Shiba waves from the back as you motion toward him, smiling.

"And finally, we ask that you reserve any outbursts or loud noises for after each contestant has finished their answers. We would hate to have a repeat of last year." Everyone laughs nervously, remembering Iota Kappa's little incident. "Our judges for tonight are Tomo Yasuda, Senju Kawaragi, and Hinata Tachibana from Alpha Theta. They'll score each contestant on answer quality, presentation, and congeniality."

Everyone claps respectfully for the three ladies sitting at the front of the auditorium at a small desk as you pull out the first name from the glass bowl beside you.

"And our first contestant is... Atsushi Sendo!" There's a shuffle behind the stage before the freshman emerges, adjusting his black tie in his little suit. It's slightly ill-fitting, but his slicked-back hair and lopsided smile seem to win over a majority of the crowd. He takes the mic on the table beside the glass bowl and sits in the chair across from you, crossing his legs at the ankles.

"Akkun, how are you feeling tonight?" you ask, and he gulps.

"Little nervous," he responds softly. "But excited."

"Good. Just as a reminder, the questions I will ask have been specifically picked for you, just like every other contestant. Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Okay, first up. Who is your favorite celebrity? If you got a chance to meet them, how do you plan to spend the time you have with them?"

"My favorite celebrity is Elvis Presley. I would spend time learning how to sing and dance like him if I had the chance!" He laughs, and you chuckle, then ask,

"Can you do any of his dance moves for us right now?"

"Oh, no," he replies quickly, blushing. "Maybe next round, for the talent show." You nod, looking down at the question cards before continuing.

"Second question: what color best describes your personality, and why?" The freshman takes some time to think, then comes to his conclusion.

"Orange, but only because it's a color and a fruit. Pretty rare, if you ask me." Everyone 'ahh's and you smile.

"Give it up for Atsushi, everyone!" The crowd claps politely and Akkun exits, waving at the crowd with a big smile. "Next up, we have Rindou Haitani from Iota Kappa!" Rindou comes striding out of the wings, his face stoic and unmoved as he takes his seat across from you.

"Rindou, good to see you again."

"It's good to see you too, y/n."

"Ready for your first question?"

"Of course." You pull the question cards from his envelope and begin.

"If you could work in any profession, what would it be?" Rindou smiles, tossing a leg over his knee.

"Well, I'm a Marine Biology major, but if I could choose any profession... I'd be a professor of marine biology."

"And why did you choose marine biology?"

"Because he's a mermaid!" someone yells from behind the stage and everyone laughs, including you.

"No," Rindou rolls his eyes. "I've always been fascinated with marine life, so it seemed natural for me."

"That's very interesting... okay, your second question. If you could trade places with anyone for a day, who would it be and why?"

"My older brother," Rindou immediately answers. "But only because I would love to see what he thinks of me as a little brother."

"Awww," you coo, and the whole audience echoes your sentiment. You wave at your eyes, faking tears. "That was so sweet. Give it up for Rindou Haitani." Rindou exits the stage, and you compose yourself, clearing your throat. "Next we have... Keisuke Baji from Theta Omega Mu!" High-pitched cheers erupt from the audience as Baji walks out, a timid smile on his face.

"Hey, y/n, how are you doing?"

"I'm good, Baji. How are you?"

"Great." Another round of screams.

"Okay, we'll start off with a serious question. If you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?"

"One thing in the world..." Baji taps his dress shoe on the stage a few times, thinking deeply. "If I could change one thing in the world, it would be the number of animals in shelters." You hold a hand to your chest and sigh wistfully.

"You're a zoology major, right?"

"Yes ma'am."

"And the girls want to know... what was the last thing you searched for on your phone?"

"Cat memes. I found this really funny one with a cat coughing. It's hilarious." Laughter explodes from the audience and you join them before leaning over to pat Baji's hand.

"Thanks, Baji. Give him a round of applause, y'all!" The audience claps as you pick the next name. "Sanzu Haruchiyo!" The pink-haired man strolls out, his eyes fixed on the crowd as he nods to scattered cheering. "Sanzu, how are you feeling tonight?"

"Better than most nights," he replies slyly.

"Your first question is... If you were turned into an animal, what animal would you want to be?"

"Oh, a dog. Hands down."

"Why?" you wonder, and he smirks.

"They're loyal, good companions, and cute, like me." He throws a wink at the judges and you try to hold in a laugh.

"Right, right. Okay; what does a perfect weekend look like to you?"

"Perfect weekend?" He thins for a little bit. "A perfect weekend would start off with a nice breakfast at the cafe down the street, probably a few hours of skating with my friends, and then cap it all off with a party in the evening."

"Interesting choices," you reply, then give the crowd a huge smile. "Sanzu, everyone!" The applause barely dies down when you read the next name in your hand. "Beta Delta's very own Taiju Shiba!" The tall, imposing man sweeps out of the wings, then joins you on the stage, barely fitting in the seat across from you. "Not your first time up here, Taiju, so I assume you have the best answers prepared for us."

"Always," he affirms, smirking.

"What was your most recent celebration?"

"Getting the honor of participating in Mister University again."

"How fitting," you reply, smiling. "And if you joined the circus, which act would you perform?"

"Strongman, of course. Have you seen my muscles?" You all watch as Taiju stands up and flexes, kissing both of his arms, much to the amusement of those present.

"Thank you, Taiju, for such a wonderful demonstration." You don't need to remind the audience to clap as he exits triumphantly. "The second freshman of the evening, Takemichi Hanegaki!" It takes a minute before he appears, somewhat nervously, adjusting his tie and smiling as best as he can.

"Takemichi, this is your first time in the competition, too. Do you think you have what it takes?"

"Absolutely!" he affirms, giving you a wide smile.

"Okay, first question... Who would you want to be stuck with on a deserted island?"

"My best friends, of course!" The response is so genuine and immediate that everyone seems stunned.

"Wow, that's incredibly sweet. What is your idea of happiness and success?"

"Happiness is being with all of your friends when you're old. Success... success is achieving even your smallest dreams."The entire crowd is stunned still, and you find yourself looking for words to reply to the deep answers.

"W-wow," you breathe. "Well, thank you for your answers, Takemichi." The audience erupts into thunderous applause for the freshman, and then you turn back to the crowd. "That will be a tough act to follow. Kazutora Hanemiya will have to try his best, won't he?" The next man comes out on stage, and you grab his envelope full of questions. "How are you doing, Kazutora?"

"As good as I'll ever be, I guess." he chuckles. "Like you said, that will be a tough act to follow."

"Kazutora, would you like to be born as a man or a woman in your next life?"

"A think it would be nice to be a woman," he muses. "I mean, if I lived life as a man and a woman, I would be able to empathize with both sides a little better, you know?"

"It's a good thought," you reply, nodding. "If you could do any one thing for all of your friends - regardless of cost or realism - what would you do?'

"I think I'd pay off all of our student loans. It just seems like the most reasonable thing to do."

"You consider me your best friend, right?" you joke, and everyone laughs, including Kazutora. "Thank you so much, Kazutora. You did great. Next up is..." You stare at the name in your hand. "Tetta Kisaki from Alpha Lambda. But we'll be right back after a quick intermission!"

(Part 2 coming shortly)

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #keizo arashi #ran haitani #shinichiro sano #takeomi akashi #keisuke baji #rindou haitani #atsushi sendo #sanzu haruchiyo #taiju shiba #takemichi hanagaki #kazutora hanemiya #kisaki tetta #shuji hanma #kokonoi hajime #manjiro sano

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