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#have been thinking of this since day one and now here we are AAH
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countdown to chenford | day seven: free choice tim & lucy's undercover queries (insp.)
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galesleftearring · 5 months
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Sleep Well
Gale x Reader (Baldur's Gate 3)
Rating: Explicit. 18+ only.
CW: AFAB reader, no pronouns or names used. Graphic descriptions of oral sex. Mentions of p.i.v.
Since I hit 69 followers on this blog, you all voted if I should celebrate by writing something, and I did. Enjoy! This is my first time writing for Gale and I don't expect it to be my last.
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Gale sighed and put down the book he'd been reading. He yawned and stretched like a cat, his fingers finding your hairline and gently stroking. "Shall we go to bed, my love?"
You nuzzled your cheek into his thigh where you lay. "Mm, I think I could stay like this forever."
He chuckled, tracing the line of your cheekbone with his thumb.
"As could I, but we have a long day of travel ahead of us. We need to be well rested for whatever tomorrow will bring."
You pouted, nestling your face further into his lap. "But I'm so comfortable here," you complained, only half in jest. "And I'm not sleepy."
Gale sighed. "The rest of camp is surely asleep by now. We have already stayed up a bit too late reading. We should-"
You cut him off. "Well, if the others are all asleep..."
You turned your head ever so slightly, meeting his warm gaze. You could get lost in those deep brown eyes. The look in them was one of pure adoration, no secrets swimming in their depths. From the moment he had confessed his love to you, any reservations he had held had melted away at the assurance of your hand in his. He loved you.
A smile teased at his lips. "Oh, I see. Perhaps you want me to, erm, wear you out? Make sure you sleep well tonight?"
You nodded, blushing slightly.
He hummed approval, easing you off of his lap as he pulled off his tunic. His broad chest, tattoo tracing its way from his heart to his cheek, was softly illuminated in the candlelight.
"Come here." His voice was thick with arousal, somewhere between an order and a plea. He could have been begging, he could have been demanding. You stood, shucking off your own nightclothes, before kneeling, straddling his head, but not lowering yourself fully. Close enough for him to smell your arousal but not letting him taste you yet.
He groaned, hands rising to your hips as though to pull you onto him, hold you steady while you rode his tongue as you had many times before.
You grasped his fingers before he could pull your hips down, close the distance between your slick cunt and his warm mouth. He let out a small whine of protest. He was hungry for you.
"Is this what you want?" You teased, "do you want me to sit down? Do you want to taste me?"
Gale let out a low moan. "You know that's all I want, all I've ever wanted. I crave your nectar." So poetic, even with his pupils blown wide and cheeks flushed.
"Then you're going to have to let me taste you first." A wicked grin spread across your face as you lifted up, gently pushing his hands down to his sides.
"My love, you know you never have to--that I never expect you to--Aah!" Gale gasped sharply as you unlaced his breeches and pulled them down, exposing his already hard cock to the night air filling his tent. Running a finger up the vein on the underside, you smiled. "Good boy, already so hard for me. You know exactly what I want, don't you?"
Pressing a kiss to the head, you scooted down so that you were resting on your stomach between Gale's thighs. You knew that if you didn't take him like this, he would be content to make you cum against his mouth again and again, only seeking his own pleasure once you were a mewling mess begging for him to fill your sensitive, twitching pussy. You loved that about him--how could you not be damn near addicted to such a generous lover?
But as delightful as it was to watch him shudder with desire just from giving you orgasm after orgasm, you found that there was a very real part of you that wanted to do the same for him. Make him squirm and whimper your name, bucking his hips into your hand as you stroked him. Take his cock into your mouth until you were choking on it, tears streaming down your face. See, you would think, see how completely undone I am for you? How I worship you every bit as much as you worship me?
This was one of those nights. Just as you were lowering your head about to start sucking at his cock, Gale placed a hand on your shoulder to stop you. "No, not like this."
Immediately, you sat up. "What's wrong? We can stop if you're uncomfortable or too tired or--"
He cut you off with a low laugh.
"No, no. What you were about to do is.... delightful. Please, do not think that the feeling of your lips around me does not drive me wild. It does, most assuredly. I simply want--I still want to taste you. In fact, I'd prefer to taste you while you do that, if it's all the same to you."
You felt your eyes widen. "Absolutely," you choked out, "I would love that."
Rising from between his legs, you crouched above his face once more, this time facing his crotch. The moment you lowered yourself fully onto Gale's lips, his cock twitched and a small bead of precum bloomed from the tip.
You rocked your hips slightly against him, the friction sending jolts of pleasure along your clit. Moaning, you leaned forward, gently pulling his thighs toward you for balance. With his feet flat on his bedroll, Gale spread his legs. You bent forward, taking his tip into your mouth and licking the precum from it. Gently, you flicked your tongue across the slit there, widening the circle until you were tracing the flare at the base of the head with just your tongue.
He moaned into you and the vibration of the sound made you let out a whine of your own, muffled by your mouthful of cock.
As your pace quickened, the careful patterns Gale had been tracing along your folds became more frenzied. His fingers, usually so gentle, dug into the flesh of your hips as he pulled himself deeper into you, tongue flicking into your vagina with a desperation you'd never felt from him before, even on your first few nights together. If you hadn't had your mouth full, you thought you would have been screaming his name.
Instead, you moaned louder against his shaft as your head bobbed, taking every inch of him if only to stifle the sounds he was rending from you as he tonguefucked you. It was too much. You came with a gasp, needily grinding against his chin as he kept licking and sucking you through your orgasm.
Even though you had stopped working him as you came, the sound and taste of your orgasm sent him rutting up into your mouth again, rougher this time, thrusting up into your mouth while you held your head still and came down from your high. He was close, you could tell from his whimpers that he was about to spill. Once you could breathe again, you pulled a hand from his leg and began to stroke him, his shaft slick with your spit, as you ran your tongue along the head. Faster, faster, until he came, his load spilling down your throat with a beautiful moan.
You swallowed, your throat contracting as you licked the last of his cum from his still twitching dick.
Gingerly, you rolled off of him and resituated so that you were lying on the bedroll beside him, your faces only inches apart. Gale rolled onto his side and kissed you, deeply, sloppily. You tasted yourself on his tongue and knew he must taste the salty tang of his semen in your mouth as well.
Satisfied and slightly out of breath, he pulled back. "Was that...what you...had hoped for?" He gasped.
"Oh Gale," you murmured as you buried your face in his chest, "I don't even know where to start." Your eyelids were growing heavy with sleep.
Gale raised one big hand to cradle your face. "Start with sleep, my darling."
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starlight-write · 9 days
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Bad idea
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A/N: Yeah...it's been six months since I've even touched this blog but I have a new hyperfixation so here we are. Kind of wrote this in a daze but let me know what you think, as well as any other prompts or requests you'd like to see!
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Pairings: Ler!Alastor, Lee!Angeldust, Switch!Charlie (All Platonic)
Summary: Angel somehow convinces Charlie to pull a prank on Alastor. Neither are prepared for the consequences this will have.
Warnings: Tickling, Swearing, Mild sex jokes
Word Count: 2145
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Yeah this was a bad idea.
Rapid footsteps could be heard booming down the hallways of the hotel as Charlie and Angeldust found themselves running for their lives away from one of the most powerful overlords in Hell.
Charlie couldn't quite say what possessed her to get involved with one of Angeldust's pranks, maybe it was boredom or a desire to bond with her friend, but common sense should've told her to back out once Angel named their target.
It was no secret the Radio Demon had a soft spot for his favorite dish which he cooked at the same time each day without fail.
It was also no secret that the demon's oral hygiene was...lacking.
No matter how many times he was informed of this fact, politely or otherwise, Alastor just did not seem to care about keep that particular area clean.
So of course, when the spider demon suggested the two of them mix toothpaste in with the demon's jambalaya, Charlie knew the deal was too hilarious to pass up.
The look on the demon's face when he came back to see that his food had turned blue was priceless.
Yeah, a bad idea, but hilarious nonetheless.
Or it would be until the demon had caught up to them at least.
Neither of them thought the demon would actually hurt them over something like this, seeing as it would hurt his own goals in the long run, but they weren't too keen on finding out what he would do instead.
The pair stopped abruptly at the end of the hallway in front of the only other elevator on that floor. Angeldust crouched and frantically pressed the down button, while Charlie's dumbass was trying to pry the doors open.
"You're seriously telling me you didn't have a better escape plan than just yelling 'Run'?"
"Hey, I didn't actually think we'd make it as far as actually getting into that creep's room. The plan was to at least be able to outrun you but you're a lot faster than I would've thought, Princess." The spider chucked.
The girl's jaw dropped at hearing that. "I thought this stupid prank was a chance for us to bond! You were just going to ditch me to take the fall for your stupid idea?!?!"
The elevator chimed as the doors opened.
"Yeah, pretty much." The spider chuckled as he jumped inside.
Betrayal and a bit of anger filled the girl as her eyes went red and horns grew on top of her head. She grunted as she tackled her friend inside the elevator, doors closing behind her.
Angel grunted as he hit the ground. "Aww, did I make the pretty princess mad? I don't see what the big deal is, whatever that red freak has planned, he'll go a lot easier on you." The demon said as he smiled up at his friend.
"Yeah, well you're gonna wish you'd stayed behind once I'm through with you."
With that, the girl began skittering her fingers rapidly underneath the spider's arms.
Whatever smartass remark Angel was going to say next died in his throat and was replaced with hysterical laughter as his worst spot was targeted.
"aaa-AAH! AHAHA-Charlie! CHARLIHEHEHEHAHA!!! WAHAHAHIT!! Wait- DONT- AHAHAHAA!!!" The spider demon cried out as he began kicking his legs viciously.
Charlie had been meaning to test her friend's sensitivity for a while now. She had seen how small touches and pokes affected her friend from time to time. She'd noticed when Husk began giving quick pinches to the spider's ribs whenever he mad a dirty joke or was becoming too much for the cat to handle. Or when her girlfriend used a pen to poke around the spider's torso whenever she needed to herd him away from something. She especially noticed how Angel's face contorted each time as he fought to suppress his smile. Charlie had been waiting for the longest time to ask the demon about it, or test her theory herself. Y'know... to bond.
So yeah, Angel had this coming for a while now.
So focused on her revenge, neither her or Angel noticed the elevator open to the main floor, where Alastor was waiting patiently for the two of them right outside the entrance.
"Well well well, seems the two little troublemakers have turned on each other already, how fun!" The demon grinned evilly before conjuring up a pair of tentacles to yank the pair out of the elevator.
The two of them yelped as they were dragged from their hiding spot and held midair by the appendages.
Alastor looked the two of them up and down, eye twitching as he did so. "So...it's clear to me that you two heathens are looking for a death sentence, which I am more than happy to provide. But before I get to teaching the two of you a lesson, I am curious who's genius idea it was to mess with the Radio Demon in the first place."
"Mine!" Angel exclaimed proudly. Earning a confused look from Charlie.
"What? He clearly thought my idea was good, obviously I want credit for it." Smug bastard. Alastor did not seem amused with his confession however, Angel's comment actually seeming to have annoyed him even further.
"I thought so." The demon said. "I'd expect this level of childishness from someone like you, although I'm thankful it wasn't of a more perverted nature. However..." He turned his focus to Charlie who was still trying to wriggle her way out of the grip the appendage had around her waist.
"I expected much more from you, Charlie. Why I'd go as far to say I'm disappointed in you."
She felt a pang in her chest at hearing the demon's words.
"No, Alastor...I'm sorry if we upset you. I just thought it would be a bit of harmless fun! And Angel never asks to do anything with me so I got a bit excited. I'm sorry."
A frown quickly replaced Angel's smug grin and he averted his gaze to the floor.
Alastor couldn't help but chuckle at the two of them. "Oh you two are so sweet...it makes me sick. But how could I not accept such a heartfelt apology coming from my favorite hostess?"
The two perked up almost immediately.
"So...we're off the hook?" Angel asked hopefully.
Alastor fiddled with his staff as if bored by this whole conversation. "Well, seeing that neither of you are getting maimed today, I'd say yes...to an extent."
"To an extent?" The princess asked.
"Well I still have to teach the two of you a lesson somehow. No one messes with the Radio Demon and gets away with it." He smiled. "However, I do believe Charlie here has given me a wonderful idea how to do that~"
She looked at him, confused. "What do you mean by-AAAAAAAA!!"
Charlie let out a shriek as she felt something wriggle on the back of her knee. She looked down to see a much smaller tentacle scribbling along the dreaded spot. She began kicking her legs out desperately only to be stopped by two more tentacles holding them in place.
The attack quickly threw the girl into hysterics, the one tentacle already throwing her into a frenzy. Screaming and whipping her head side to side, she pushed and pounded her fists against the appendage retraining her, trying and failing to reach down to stop the offending tentacle that was honing in on her worst spot.
Angeldust couldn't help but laugh at her dramatic reaction. Although, he wasn't too keen on getting his shit wrecked again. Thinking he could use his charm to smooth-talk his way out of this situation, seeing as the demon avoided him like the plague if he could talk dirty enough.
"You guys are full of surprises today, arent'cha?" He said using his little flirtatious tone, knowing it annoyed Alastor to no end. "I'm proud your old ass is finally experimenting, dust nuts. I'm more than happy to help you explore with bondage but I can't say I'm all that into this tickling stuff."
The demon turned to him and grinned evilly. "Oh, good! That's exactly what I was afraid of."
Yeah, bad idea.
Angel's wrists were snatched up by yet another appendage before two more attacked his underarms for the second time that day.
"GAHAHAHAHAHAD OKAY!! OKAY CUHUHUHUT IT OHOHOUT!!"
Angel screamed, trying with all his power to pull his arms down but it was no use, the radio demon had the two of them completely and hopelessly trapped.
Alastor just hummed, pressing a hand to his chin and pretended to think. "Don't think you two have learned your lesson quite yet. Although, I am new to this particular method. Hows about I ask an expert. Oh Charlie~" He turned to the princess again. "Do tell me, how effective would you say is tickling your enemies into submission?"
The poor girl couldn't even get a word out between her screaming fits of laughter. All she could do was shake her head and pound her fists against her restraints as the back of her knee was tickled mercilessly.
"AAHAHAHAHA- STAHAHAAAAAA- ALASTAAAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHE-"
Alastor leaned in with one hand cupping his ear. "What's that? I'm sorry, I couldn't quite understand. I don't speak heathen, after all." He teased. "Angeldust would you mind interpreting?"
Angel began to lose himself in his own fit of hysterics as yet another one of the tentacles found its way to his stomach, scribbling wildly.
Although he was tempted to sprout his extra sets of arms, Angel has been in enough tickle fights with Cherri to know that underneath those arms would be exploited as well and just make the agonizing feeling ten times worse.
It took a lot more work for Angel to reach the same level of hysterics Charlie was currently in. Even with the three tentacles making him laugh his head off, Angel would say he was still holding out better than he normally would. At least compared to Charlie, who wasn't even fully restrained but was still completely losing her mind just from that one spot.
Alastor noticed this as well and seeing as anything more would probably make the poor girl faint, he focused his attention on Angeldust.
"You still feeling smart? Tell me, you still think your little genius idea was worth the trouble?"
The demon conjured up yet another pair of tentacles to poke and prod at his victim before they settled on attacking the demon's thighs instead.
Whatever control Angeldust thought he'd maintained before disappeared immediately. The merciless tickling in three different areas proved too much for him to handle.
"NOOHOHOHO- NO! I DOHOHOHON'T! I'M SORRYHEHEHEHEHE- I PROHOHOMISE IT WON"T HAHAHAPPEN AGAHAHAHAIN!!!"
"Good enough."
And with that, the tickling stopped. The tentacles carefully setting Charlie on the ground and disappearing while Angeldust was unceremoniously dropped midair.
Charlie huffed and hugged her legs to her chest, residual laughter still wracking her body.
Angeldust peeled his face off the ground and tried to recover from the torture as well.
"Well, I certainly hope that little lesson drilled something useful into your skulls. It's almost as if you act like children, you'll be treated as such. you, Charlie for that wonderful new torture tactic." He said smiling down at his victims.
Angeldust huffed and brushed himself off as he finally stood up. "Yeah, yeah. I'm glad you found something that gets your dick hard, just remember that consent is key before you go around fucking people up. I mean look at Charlie, you practically killed her." He said, gesturing to his friend who was still lying on the floor.
The demon let out a short laugh as he looked at the girl. Alastor snapped his fingers and a glass of water appeared beside Charlie's corpse.
"Well this certainly was an entertaining bonding activity." He said, turning to Angeldust once more.
"Just remember, I won't be as forgiving the next time you decide to pull a stunt like this." The demon said, finally before making his way back down the hall.
"If you took care of that rancid breath I wouldn't have too!" Angel shouted.
"Smells better than the musk you track in after one of your little shoots!"
Angeldust flipped the demon off as he watched him disappear down the hallway.
Eh, he's got a point. He thought to himself and looked down at his friend who was still in a fetal position on the floor.
Charlie had finally caught her breath and turned over on her back. Angel crouched down to inspect the damage.
"You alive?" He asked, giving her a soft punch on her arm.
The princess just glared at him and stuck a finger in his face.
"I am never listening to your dumbass again." She declared, earning another laugh from her friend.
"Yeah, that was a bad idea."
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rsmura · 5 months
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bad being secret ୨୧ yang jungwon
( bookshelf ) genre fluff, crack pairing jungwon x gn reader word count 1.2k warnings mild swearing, dead body joke, me trying to be funny, skinship
a/n none.
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hearing the sound of keys jiggling inside the keyhole of your front door, you shriek and panick, jumping up and immediately let go of jungwon.
“jungwon, run to my room like right now! try to leave!”
“what-” he stammered, scrambling as you push him away and grab the first thing you see, hoping whatever it was could look like what you had originally been doing.
“yn we’re home!” your mom surprises, rushing over to you, hands wide open to indulge you in a hug.
reciprocating her hug, you attempt to find words, “mom..! hi! what are you guys doing home so early? i thought you weren’t coming back until next week?”
“our meeting got cancelled, so we decided to just come back home.” your dad chirped in, after having placed his luggage down.
“go take a quick shower as we have to stop by your grandmas later for her birthday. oh and by the way honey we bought you some gifts! i’ll place them in your room for you.”
your parents would always buy something from the country they had just traveled to for you all the time. it had become a small tradition in your family ever since you had been just as young as five years old.
“aw thank you guys!”
running up the stairs to head in the shower, you’re completely oblivious to the fact your boyfriend is still hiding in your room, the room your mom was about to go into.
“psst.. psst babe.”
you swear you were hearing things, until you saw the small fluffy black hair of your boyfriend, peeking out of your bedroom door.
“shoot won! you’re still here? i thought i told you to try to leave?!”
you heard the footsteps of your mom, not far behind from you. right as she was about to put her hands on the handle of your door, you spoke, making up the randomest excuse you could possibly think of.
“mom! i actually haven’t cleaned my room yet and i feel like it will spiritually be bad for you right after coming back, to see my room like a complete mess so if-”
“nonsense!” your mom interrupts, “don’t act like i haven’t seen your room in complete chaos before.” she laughs. you suck in a breath and close your eyes, preparing for what’s next.
“yn,” hearing that, you breathe out, opening one of your eyes, peeking at your door. “yn this is spotless. what do you mean it was a mess?”
dang. out of all the days you decide to have a clean room, it had to be today. shouldn’t jungwon have made a bit of a mess? where the hell had he gone to anyway?
“oh. haha. um. it was all a joke mom!”
she stares at you in disbelief, placing the gifts down on your desk, and begins to look around your room as if there was something wrong. you had also been doing the same, except to look for jungwon.
where had this boy hidden off to? surely he wouldn't have gone too far, right?
crash.
your mom jumps in shock, turning around to find the owner of the sound. you hear a scream.
"AAH OH MY GOSH! DEAD BODY!"
gasping as you hear the 'dead body' roll onto the floor, you see the same fluffy black hair from a few minutes earlier. oh shit.
"MOM oh my god. that's not a dead body. that's-"
"what happened? i heard your mother scream.. and oh my." your dad rushes into your room, scrambling at his feet after rushing up the stairs.
in front of all of you, laid the 'dead body'. jungwon immediately stands up, noticing the commotion he had caused after hiding in your closet, bowing to the elders, and repeatedly saying sorry's.
"who.. who are you?" your mom wrinkles her eyebrows, a habit she does all the time whenever something is not right.
"i'm jungwon, not a dead body and, yn's boy.. friend." he extends his hand out, hoping either of your parents would shake it.
your parents look at each other, before instantly smiling and returning the handshake. you stand there frozen, arms to your side, mouth open as you watch this interaction between your parents and boyfriend.
“so boyfriend huh?” your mom teases. hearing her sing-songy voice definitely did not mean something good, and you knew she was going to be talking about jungwon for quite a while.
“when did you guys meet? how long have you guys been dating?” “mom-” “how many siblings do you have jungwon? what do your parents do? how are your grades at school?”
“uh mrs ln?”
“sorry, what my wife means is just that you’re yn’s first boyfriend, or at least that we know of, and we’ve been begging her to get one since forever. she questions a lot.”
what. here you were sneaking around with jungwon thinking your parents were going to smack you in the ass if they ever caught you, but instead they were approving of it? okay, hella big news.
“oh?” jungwon questions, turning to you. “yn never brought that up, instead they would always hide-”
“shh,” you silence jungwon, covering his mouth with your hand, “i think that’s enough for today. how about jungwon goes home and we go to grandmas before the whole party is over?”
you study your parents’ amused expression, hoping they agree, and all this could finally come to an end.
“honey, you know what would be a great idea? if we took jungwon to the party with us!” your mom claps her hands together, ushering you out the door to take your long awaited shower.
“no mom- i- jungwon’s probably busy-”
“no. i can make it!” you turn to see jungwon smiling at you and your mom, no hint of force in his eyes.
“great!
for the past hour, it had either been, “hi! i’m jungwon, yn’s boyfriend.”, or, “hello, nice to see you again. and yes this is my boyfriend.”
after countless interactions, you finally sit down on a nearby sofa, causing some more family members to glance at the both of you, whispering about who the handsome boy beside you was.
you look to the left of you, where the handsome boy sat, and stare at his happily lit up face.
“babe? what’s up?” jungwon asks, feeling your stare, catching the attention of a few more people.
“oooohh.. he calls you babee.” your eleven year old cousin sneaks up behind you two, smirking and jumping in between your intertwined hands.
“shut your mouth up. i’ll tease you the same way when you get a girlfriend. oh wait, i just remembered. you can’t pull.” you stick your tongue at him, pushing him off and snuggle closer to your boyfriend for warmth.
jungwon laughs, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and shaking his head at how childlike you can be when you’re comfortable around people. he loves that feature of yours. he loves how you can act so cute without noticing. he loves everything about you.
“hey love.” he admires you from above as you look up to his eyes. “i love you so so much. i’m so happy we can finally date freely.”
“aww i love you too won. i hope we can be together, forever.” you lean up to give him a quick peck, eventually turning into a longer yet gentle kiss.
“hey! no funky business in front of me and the family!”
you and jungwon break the kiss, looking at each other and giggling.
“sorry mr ln! i won’t do that again!”
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The Other Half Part Twenty Two
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Notes: Angst was requested, so angst ye shall receive. Welcome to the Thanksgiving episode.
Warnings: Smidge of fluff with a heaping of angst; reader has a mother and father, neither are described physically
Summary: It had gotten off to a good start. 
Your parents had been so buoyant and excited as they’d gotten off of the jet, and as Bruce had driven you all to the manor. The manor had incited a wave of ooing and aahing as Bruce had given them a tour. You’d departed for the kitchen, trying to help Alfred, but he’d merely steered you onto a stool and made you a strong cup of tea to steady your nerves. 
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You're a little surprised when Bruce’s eyes glaze over at the idea. You’ve never seen him actively check out from a conversation like this before. You raise your hand, gently waving it in front of his face.
“Honey?” You press. “Did you hear me?” 
Bruce clears his throat, averting his gaze to the kitchen counter. You frown as he takes up his glass of wine, drawing deeply from it.
“I haven't thought about it,” He finally admits.
“Well, what do you usually do for Thanksgiving?” 
He shrugs. “Not much. Alfred makes dinner.”
“So it’s like any other day?” You tease, trying to lighten the mood. He smiles tightly, taking up the bottle of wine and topping off your glasses. 
“I guess,” He offers. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to figure out where you can possibly take the conversation next. 
“Well,” You lean into it a little, drawing your wine glass closer to yourself. “My parents have invited us to Metropolis for Thanksgiving, and I wanted to know if you wanted to come.”
“You’re definitely going?”
“I mean, you said you don’t have any other plans, and I don’t. Michelle is doing a Friendsgiving that weekend, but I don’t have anything else going on, day-of. And…” You press your lips together, trying to gather your thoughts, fighting off the swell of emotion. You focus on your wine, incredibly wary of how you go on: “I haven’t seen my parents since you brought them here. Mom’s been harping on me to visit.” Among other things—but you don't want to get into all that now.
“Why haven’t you?”
“Work, and the press, and just,” You shake your head. “There’s been a lot going on. I haven’t accrued any time off at work, but we get Thanksgiving and the Friday off, so I figured I’d leave Wednesday night, and get back on Saturday in time for Friendsgiving.” 
“How are you getting there?” 
“I’ll rent a car.”
Bruce gives you a stern sidelong glance. 
“You can borrow one of mine if you insist on driving.”
“The tumbler?”
“You’d be disappointed in the gas mileage.” 
“Bummer.”
Bruce thinks for a moment before he leans against the counter. 
“Is anyone else going to be at Thanksgiving?”
“Just the three of us—four, if you decide to come.” 
“Alright. Tell you what: why don’t you invite your parents here. We’ll have Thanksgiving at the manor. They can stay the night.” 
Your brows raise in surprise. 
“You seriously want to do that?”
“Yes.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“...Are you concussed?”
Bruce rolls his eyes, resting his arms atop the counter and taking hold of your hands in his. 
“Invite them, see what they say. Alright?”
“Alright,” You nod. “We’ll have to tell Alfred.”
“Let’s just see what they say first.” 
Your eyes narrow slightly. He’s got to be bluffing. Thanksgiving is next week—there isn’t much time to get everything confirmed. Travel plans need to be made, shopping lists need to be created, rooms at the manor probably need to be aired out. 
“Alright,” You shrug. “Let’s ask.” You draw your phone out of your pocket, swiping open to your contacts. 
“You're going to call right now?”
“Sooner’s better than later, right?” You tap your mother’s contact, then put the phone on speaker, setting it on the counter. Your eyes flit toward Bruce, and you find him eyeing your phone like a ticking time bomb. 
“Sweetie!” Your mother screeches, and you can’t help but smile. 
“Hey, mom.” 
“How are you? I’ve been trying to reach you all week!” 
That’s on purpose. There are some things that your mother’s been bringing up lately that you just don’t want to talk about…Things that you haven’t even told Bruce. 
“I know, it’s been a lot of phone tag, I’m sorry about that. Listen, I wanted to talk to you about Thanksgiving—” 
“Oh, me, too! What time does your plane land?” 
“Well…” You look at Bruce again, waiting for him to call it off—last chance to back down. But he nods and waves you on, so you go on, “We know it’s last minute, but Bruce and I were hoping that you could join us here this year, at the manor.” 
“The manor?” Your mother’s shock and glee are delightfully clear, even through the tinny audio. 
“Mhm!” 
“Oh, I don't know, it’s awfully late to get a flight—” 
“I’ll send the jet.”  
Bruce’s assertion shocks you both into silence for a moment. Your brows raise, mouth falling open in surprise. 
‘Are you kidding?’ You mouth over your mother’s fumbling insistence that it’s too much of an expense. 
“Not at all,” Bruce shakes his head. “We really would love to host you. It’s been too long since you’ve seen Gotham.” 
“Been too long since I’ve seen my daughter.”
“Mom,” You groan, wincing. 
“Let me talk it over with your father—We’ll let you know in the morning. Thank you for the offer, Bruce.” 
“Of course.” 
“Talk to you later, mom,” You add. 
“Bye! Love you!” 
“Love you, too!” You tap the button to end the call before you look at Bruce again. “The jet?” 
“It’s just sitting there,” Bruce shrugs, taking up his wine again. “And this way they won’t have to go through security. I hear holiday lines are a real killer.”
“You are…” You shake your head a little, chuckling, “Such a fucking enigma.”
“I don’t think I am.” 
“No?” 
“No.” Bruce straightens, rounding the counter. “I don't do anything by halves, I don’t back down from a challenge…” He comes to a stop beside you, gaze searching your face, “And I love you very much.” 
You reach out, gently hooking your fingers in the collar of his shirt and tugging him closer for a kiss.
“Right back atchya, Mr. Wayne.” 
--  
It had gotten off to a good start. 
Your parents had been so buoyant and excited as they’d gotten off of the jet, and as Bruce had driven you all to the manor. The manor had incited a wave of ooing and aahing as Bruce had given them a tour. You’d departed for the kitchen, trying to help Alfred, but he’d merely steered you onto a stool and made you a strong cup of tea to steady your nerves. 
“If I may say so,” Alfred had offered, “You hardly seemed as tightly wound the last time Master Wayne brought your parents into town.” 
“Well, I was blindsided last time,” You’d admitted, “And I haven’t…” You’d trailed off, shaking your head a little as Alfred had cast a curious eye toward you. 
“Haven’t what?” 
“...Nothing. Are you sure there isn't anything that I can do to help?” 
If Alfred hadn’t bought your brushing him off, he hadn’t chased it down—and as much as you’d entreated him to eat with all of you, he wouldn’t hear of it.
It had been a good start.
Dinner is delicious, Alfred makes sure the wine continues to flow, and you think, you think that your mom isn’t going to bring it up, but— 
“Have you put in for your transfer?” 
Your blood runs cold, and your face goes hot. The sudden change of subject makes your stomach heave in such a way that you're sure you're about to lose your dinner. You keep your focus on your nearly empty plate as everyone’s attention turns to you. You swallow thickly. Your transfer. 
“You said that you would,” Your mother adds.
“I told you I would think about it,” You argue. “I never said it was set in stone.” 
“Transfer?” Bruce prods. Damnit. 
“It was just something that my mom thought—” 
“That I know would be better for you!” Your mother argues. She casts a glance between you and Bruce, sighing. “Now I know that you’re both very fond of Gotham, but it just isn’t safe, and it isn’t getting any better. Besides the crime rate, your…” She trails off, seeming to try and tread carefully for once. 
“I think what your mother is trying to say,” Your father cuts in, “Is that as much as you can shrug it off, the fact of the matter is, your…Relationship,” He glances between you and Bruce warily, “Has put you in danger.” 
“Dad—” 
“If it wasn’t for Batman, you could have died—Or Bruce could’ve lost so much money—” Your mother cuts in. 
“I never cared about the money,” Bruce’s insistence is so heartbreakingly soft, and nearly drowned out as your mother goes on: 
“You can transfer to a branch of the Wayne Foundation in Metropolis. And who even knows how long Batman will be around to stop these kinds of things.” 
“It was a one-off,” You insist firmly. “I’m fine, I’m safe.” 
“But it could happen again,” Your father points out. “It could happen to either of you.” 
You sigh softly, glancing toward Bruce. He’s not looking at you. His ears are red; his jaw is clenched. You reach for his hand beneath the table, but he pulls it away, reaching for his glass instead. 
“I don’t wanna talk about this anymore,” You say firmly, looking between your parents. “Okay? Can we just—talk about something fun and uncontroversial, like politics or euthanasia?” 
--  
It had been such a good start. 
But as your parents head up to their guest room and Bruce disappears to the study—as you hear the discordant clanging of the piano—you crumble. You bury your face in your hands, trying to stifle your sobs. Hot tears and hot breath press into your palms as your chest and shoulders wrack with sobs. You feel two hands rest on your shoulders, and you turn gratefully into Alfred, leaning into him heavily as he folds you into his arms. He smooths his hand over your back, shushing you softly as he steers you toward the kitchen. 
You sit numbly on the stool again, breath hiccuping as you scrub at your tear-stung eyes. Alfred comes back over to you with a small glass in hands. 
“What’s that?” You mumble. 
“Sherry. Steady your nerves.” 
You take hold of it and toss it all back—and regret it immediately. You cough roughly, wincing at the dry burn as it blazes down your throat. Alfred takes the glass back. 
“...It wasn’t a shot.” 
“I realize that now,” You grit out, clearing your throat. Alfred turns, refilling the glass and holding it out again. 
“Slower this time.” 
You take a small sip, brow furrowing at the taste. It’s almost pleasant. 
Almost.
You sniffle, looking down into the glass and swirling it slightly. 
“...I’m guessing you heard everything?” 
“I did.” 
“I didn’t think she’d bring it up,” You admit, "I kinda hoped she wouldn’t…But I didn’t have a moment with her without Bruce, and when she didn’t mention it on the way back from the airport, I thought…I shouldn’t have assumed, anyway. Now he’s pissed at me.” 
“...If I may,” Alfred says gently, “I believe he’s upset because he’s afraid that your mother may be right.” 
“She isn’t.” 
“Even you must admit that being in the public eye has changed things for you.” 
“I was held at gunpoint at work before Bruce and I were known to be together.” 
“Crime is still an epidemic in this city.” 
“Nowhere in the world is crimeless. I could just as soon be held up in Metropolis.” 
“...Perhaps,” Alfred nods. You sigh softly, taking in another mouthful of sherry and wincing. 
“I just wish he hadn’t left before we talked about it,” You shake your head. “I hate it when he does that.” 
“Stay here,” Alfred pats your cheek gently. “Relax.” 
“Can I help with the washing up?—Please,” You tip your head to the side pleadingly as Alfred opens his mouth to argue. “You’ve been working so hard all day, and everything was so delicious. It’ll go faster with two. Please let me help.” 
Alfred finally nods. 
“I’ll wash, you dry.” 
“Sure.” You stand, setting the sherry glass by the sink. You take up the dishtowel, still sniffling a little as you and Alfred stand side by side at the sink. 
“...Alfred?” 
“Yes?” 
“Thanks. For everything.” 
He smiles, lightly nudging your shoulder with his. It’s a gentle, familiar touch, one that makes you smile through your sniffles. 
“Any time, dear.”
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mysteryshoptls · 4 months
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SSR Ortho Shroud - Playful Gear Vignette
"That's super rare and amazing"
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[Playful Land – Stage]
Ortho: Heheh, I got to sing and dance with everyone from Night Raven College, as well as all the other guests…
Ortho: That was the best stage show ever. I'm super glad I got to come to Playful Land!
Ortho: Now then. Time for me to check out some more places.
Ortho: I was at the game corner with Vil's group earlier, so maybe I'll get on some rides in a different area.
Lilia: Well then, how about you join us, then?
Ortho: Oh, Lilia Vanrouge-san, and Trey Clover-san!
Ortho: Thanks for inviting me to go with you. Where are you two heading now?
Trey: We're heading to the Undersea Walk area. Apparently, they make it look like you're actually at the bottom of the ocean there.
Trey: Really makes you feel like we're in a theme park, huh. Just walking through that will probably be fun.
Lilia: And of course, we're gonna find stuff to ride, as well. The one I'm looking forward to ride is the 'Whirl Bottle"!
Ortho: "Whirl Bottle"… That's one of those trackless rides. According to the park guide map…
Ortho: "This is a thrilling attraction where carriages shaped like glass bottles spin around on a revolving floor."
Ortho: "Once you climb on board, all that's left to do is to leave your fate to the ocean's tides! Careful not to become too dizzy."
Lilia: Yup. Doesn't it sound like a swell old time?
Trey: So basically, it's a teacup ride.
Trey: Back home… At the amusement park in the Queendom of Roses, just like the name says, the ride is with teacups.
Ortho: I bet that's 'cause the people in the Queendom drink tea basically every day. It's fascinating to see the differences just based on the region.
Ortho: Since the Playful Land's attractions are all based on the Wish Upon a Star story…
Ortho: Whirl Bottle must be modeled after the scene where the Wooden Puppet's teacher braved the stormy seas by using a bottle as his ship, right?
Trey: Aah… That makes sense. Now that you say it that way, I can see it now.
Lilia: I can't wait to see it in person. So let's hurry and get on to check it out ourselves!
Ortho: YEAH!
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[Playful Land – Bazaar]
Lilia: ALRIGHT YOU SCALLYWAGS, TURN THE WHEEL, TURN THE WHEEL~~~
Ortho: AYE AYE SIR!! LET'S GOOO~~~!!
Trey: Both of you don't go so hard…! Urgh, I'm starting to get dizzy…
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Trey: …That was a much harder ride than I was expecting. My head is still going in circles.
Ortho: Trey-san, are you alright? Did you get motion sickness from all of our spinning?
Lilia: I'm perfectly alright, but… Guess I just trained my inner ear better.
Lilia: Here ya go, I brought you water. You should take a rest on that bench yonder.
Trey: Thanks, Lilia. Once I feel a bit better, I'll go see how Ace's group is getting on and take a stroll around the park a little.
Trey: So you two go on ahead and have some fun. Go and enjoy Playful Land.
Ortho: Oh… Alright. Then we'll head on out.
Trey: Yeah, go on. Take care, have fun.
Lilia/Ortho: Yeh! / Okay!
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Ortho: Trey-san said he'd be alright so we just left him there, but… Was that really okay?
Lilia: Kufufu, no need to worry about him. He said it himself, didn't he? It was just a slight bit of motion sickness.
Lilia: He's the Vice Housewarden of Heartslabyul. There's no way he's that weak of a person.
Ortho: I don't think being the Vice Housewarden of Heartslabyul really matters… But I do agree that he's not weak.
Ortho: But that ride just now…
Ortho: …Honestly, it wasn't too wild, right?
Lilia: RIGHT!? I was just thinking that it wasn't thrilling enough.
Lilia: Just as you surmised, the Whirl Bottle ride was based on the scene of the Wooden Puppet's teacher floating on the stormy seas.
Lilia: So don't you think that they should have had water splashing us, or a giant seagull attacking us during the ride?
Ortho: Absolutely! And instead of just spinning around and around, I would have loved being shaken all up and down, left and right too.
Lilia: Mhm. That would've been a great idea. There's not many rides out there that can give you the feeling of roughing it in a storm.
Ortho: But if we want to implement more random movements, we'd have to completely redesign the attraction's structure…
Ortho: Ah, but if we just adjust the program, maybe the movement and spinning could become even more random.
Ortho: It would be much more exciting to not be able to predict which way it'll move next, don't you think?
Lilia: Mhm. That's because it's just as thrilling whenever you face a foe that doesn't showcase their next move, after all.
Lilia: ...AH! ORTHO, CHECK THAT OUT!
Ortho: EH!?
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[Playful Land – Bazaar]
Lilia: ...AH! ORTHO, CHECK THAT OUT!
Ortho: EH!?
Ortho: THAT!? …WAIT, WHAT THING!?
Lilia: When I say that, I of course, mean that. The ever exciting…
Lilia: GIFT SHOP!!!
Ortho: A gift shop…? Ah, I see it. They have a lot of character merchandise and sweets on display.
Ortho: It's probably a little too early to even think about going home yet… But are you thinking of looking at souvenirs already?
Lilia: Mhm. So actually, last night I tried to invite Silver and Sebek here too, but…
Lilia: Neither of them had the slightest interest in skipping school.
Lilia: Malleus had gone off somewhere on his own again, so I couldn’t find him. I wasn't able to invite him at all.
Lilia: That's why I thought I'd at least bring home some souvenirs from Playful Land for them.
Ortho: I'm sure if you got them special Playful Land merch, it'll be just like they came here with you.
Ortho: In general, the souvenir shops get crowded near closing time, so…
Ortho: The risk of the item you wanted selling out, or rushing and forgetting to buy something you wanted may increase.
Ortho: I've decided! I'll shop for souvenirs with you, Lilia-san.
Lilia: Good. Then, let's go on a little treasure hunt!
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Ortho: They have chocolate crunch, cookies, and candy… They have the whole array of standard theme park fare.
Lilia: These are marshmallows, hm. I'm not really a fan, but the package is so cute that I'm seriously considering it.
Ortho: Ah! This pasta snack is made into the shapes of the Friendly Fox and Gentle Cat.
Ortho: This looks easy to eat even while gaming… I think I'll get this for my brother.
Fellow: Well, well, what a discerning eye you have, young scholar! That pasta snack is the third most popular gift here.
Gidel: … [nods]
Ortho: Fellow-san, and Gidel-san! You surprised me showing up out of the blue.
Lilia: It's usually my forte to catch others unawares, but… Looks like you've won this time.
Ortho: You said the pasta snack is the third most popular, right? So then…
Ortho: The assortment tin that had plain cookies in the shape of the Friendly Fox and cocoa cookies in the shape of the Gentle Cat must be the second popular!
Ortho: And the chocolate crunch with 12 different kinds of little charms randomly thrown in must be the first popular!
Ortho: …Is my calculated prediction, how did I do?
Fellow: Amazing deduction, young scholar, what keen insight! However… Mmm~ You're just a little off!
Fellow: You're correct about the second popular. However, the first popular is something else entirely…
Ortho: Ehhh~ I was wrong? I chose those based on the rankings of other theme parks in general, though.
Lilia: Kufufu… How naïve of you, Ortho. I knew at a single glance, you know.
Ortho: Eh, really?
Lilia: Mhm. The number one popular souvenir for Playful Land is…
Lilia: WITHOUT QUESTION, THE WHALE FIGURINE!!
Ortho: EEH!?
Lilia: Those raging waves, the violent sprays of water, and the lone figure of the fiercesome whale that opens its mouth widely to swallow everything it can!
Lilia: I'm surprised an amusement park has something of this quality. Isn't this more of a work of art?
Ortho: Hmmm… I do think it's really well made, but… Isn't think too big to even fit in one of the park's lockers?
Ortho: It looks heavy, too, and I don't think it'd be a great souvenir to want to haul home after a long and tiring day at the park.
Ortho: Besides, the scene depicted here is one of the scariest scenes in the Wish Upon a Star story.
Ortho: I can't expect this to be anywhere close to the top of the popularity rankings.
Fellow: Well now, how astounding that this figure caught your eye. You certainly know your stuff!
Fellow: This figure was made as a souvenir for those who have ridden the Expedition Whale ride.
Fellow: The whale's teeth, the waves, and the spray of the water… Everything is so meticulously added down to the smallest detail!
Lilia: As I thought. Come now, Fellow, tell us. Where on the popularity scale does this figure fall!?
Fellow: The rank of this figurine is…
Lilia/Ortho: Is…?
Fellow: Dead last.
Gidel: …
Lilia: DEAD LAST…!?
Fellow: Indeed. Rather, ever since this park opened, never has a guest actually chosen to buy this item.
Fellow: Ortho-kun hit on every possible reason. It's heavy, unwieldly, and above all, terrifying!
Fellow: It seems our pursuit of quality was our downfall. Ahh, how disastrous!
Ortho: That's what I thought… So then, what's the number one popular item?
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[Playful Land – Bazaar]
Fellow: Playful Land's number one popular souvenir is… The "apple core" flavored candy.
Ortho: Apple core flavored candy! You mentioned those to us earlier.
Lilia: An apple core flavor is rather unusual. I wonder if it has its own specific tang.
Ortho: Vil-san said that the apple core flavored popcorn just tasted like regular apples…
Ortho: But if you're interested, we can go to Candy Road after this.
Lilia: Mhm. But first, I have to find proper souvenirs to bring home here.
Lilia: Oho, here's a hat that looks like the head of the Friendly Fox! And they have one of the Gentle Cat as well. I need to get both.
Lilia: I'll give these to Silver and Sebek, and for Malleus… I think the goldfish hat would be cute.
Lilia: Oh but wait, would he even be able to wear this with his horns…?
Fellow: Come now, Ortho-kun, you should also pick out something you want. Please take as much as you want home.
Ortho: Thank you! Although, both my carrying capacity and the space available in my room is limited, so I'll have to be more selective in my choices.
Ortho: My brother doesn't really tend to use stationary… Ah, but these might be good!
Fellow: This? Ah, our postcards. They're light, thin, and easy to carry around, so it's perfect.
Ortho: There's a ton of different designs, and there's even some that have a pop-up. I bet my brother would love something like this.
Ortho: It says here that we can drop them off in the mailbox in Gentle Square, but…
Ortho: If I write the address and drop it in the mailbox, will it really reach Night Raven College?
Fellow: Why, yes. It should reach your school in a few days. In addition, it'll come with a special stamp.
Ortho: A special Playful Land stamp! That's super rare and amazing.
Ortho: It'll be a nice little surprise for it to show up in a few days… I think I'll send a postcard to my brother.
Fellow: You sure are rather thoughtful towards your brother, Ortho-kun. Now, what sort of card design are you thinking to choose?
Ortho: There's so many good scenes in Wish Upon a Star, it's hard to decide.
Ortho: This one shows when the Wooden Puppet met the Friendly Fox and the Gentle Cat. Heheh, they're all smiles.
Ortho: It's always great to make new friends. But I think my brother would be more scared that bright and cheerful strangers are coming up to talk to him…
Ortho: This scene of the Old Toymaker and the Wooden Puppet dancing looks really fun too…
Ortho: The card with the scene where they're searching for a whale at the bottom of the ocean is really interesting with these little moving fish and shells.
Ortho: And this hologrammed card is… The scene of the miracle of when the Wooden Puppet became a real boy.
Ortho: Hrrrrm… There's so many that it's hard to choose, but…
Ortho: If I have to pick one to send to my brother, then it has to be this one!
Fellow: Have you made your decision? If so, then please, use our counter available for you in the back to write your message.
Ortho: Thank you! I picked out the card, alright, but now what about the message?
Ortho: If I write about how I had fun hanging with Vil-san and Lilia-san, that may go into too much detail and may hamper his ability to read everything.
Fellow: Oh my, is there that much you wish to write about? I'm so honored that you have enjoyed Playful Land so dearly.
Fellow: Sure hope your postcard actually arrives where you need it to safely~
Gidel: … [nods with smirk]
Ortho: Yeah! …Oh right, I'll write down about the Playful Stage performance.
Ortho: With all that singing and dancing… I had such a great time!
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[Ignihyde Dorm - Idia's Room]
Ortho: Nii-saaan, you have a package. It's that thing you mail ordered, and… Ah, this is…
Ortho: As I thought! It's the post card I sent out from Playful Land!
Ortho: All of my souvenirs were left with the amusement park, so I had completely given up hope that this card would ever show up…
Ortho: What a surprise that it actually arrived here safely!
Ortho: I wonder if Fellow-san sent it for me? That must mean they made it safely to some other town.
Ortho: …That was really an ordeal, but I guess it still made for a good memory.
Ortho: I sure hope my brother likes the postcard I chose.
Ortho: Similar to how the Wooden Puppet and the Old Toymaker used their wisdom and courage to escape the belly of the whale like in this postcard art...
Ortho: As long as me and my brother join forces, we can take on quests of any difficulty.
Ortho: That's why next time, I really hope we'll be able to go to an amusement park together!
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meowanian · 8 days
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— i don’t know what I’m supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you.
part one. part two.
taglist: @m0uchie
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“how do you know her?” you asked in complete confusion.
“we were sitting next to each other in school. she was my best friend and i was hers. but…i did something i shouldn’t…” he said at once like he was waiting for this moment. which he was, he wanted to tell his story to someone. he needed them to listen, understand and don’t forget, like the others did.
“scara!” the girl called his best friend with lunch boxes in her hands, one for him and one for herself. “let’s go to the roof and eat, i am starving!”
“why can’t we eat here? isn’t the same?” he asked with a raspy voice because he sleeping since the first class.
“no, we can’t! and it’s not the same, you need some sunshine and fresh air. you are always sleeping in this dark class!” she scoffed and crossed her arms with a pout.
“okay, okay, just stop pouting.” he said and rolled his eyes.
“that day i told her i was going to show her my sketches which she always curios about.”
“you said i needed sunshine but it looks like world doesn’t want me to.” he said and sat down next to her.
“i actually said you needed fresh air too.” she said with one finger pointing up.
“whatever you say, pretty.” he said and looked at her with a grin, she was embarrassed, which was his goal. “so what’s on the menu today, ms. l/n?”
“hm-hm,” she cleared her throat with some fake coughs, not ruining his role-play. “today we have steamed tuna, wrapped in some rich rices as the main dish, and then grilled vegetables as side dish and sakura mochi as the dessert.”
“wow, you really are a good chef, aren’t you ms. l/n?” he said with a grin, knowing it’s just the leftover food from her home.
“i was really fool thinking it would last forever…”
“aah,” scara sighed and held his tummy. “i ate too much.”
“whaaat!?” she asked with a shocked face. “i ate half of your food! i will get fat if i keep eat with you!”
“you didn’t had to?” he asked with one eyebrow raised and shitty grin on his lips.
“h-how could you say that to a lady!?” she complained and hit his arm. “i was just being a responsible person and preventing food waste!”
“yeah sure, pretty, whatever you say.” he said and tried to look at her without making it obvious. she was embarrassed and and he knew it because she was easy to read, at least to him.
“w-whatever, will you show me your sketches now?”
“okay, i will.” he smiled and opened his sketchbook.
“wow! you are really good!”
“thank you,” he said and started to flip pages one by one. showing and telling her when and why he drew every single one of them. and then a paper dropped between the pages. she took the folded paper and opened it.
“oh,” was the only thing she could say at that moment. “it is…me?”
“yeah…” his ears and cheeks were blushing, it felt like he was burning.
“w-why did you drew me?” she asked, expecting an answer but it looked like she actually didn’t want to know.
“i-i…” he took a deep breath and calmed himself down. “look, i…i was in love with you since the first moment i saw you. i know it sounds cliche but…it wad the moment i knew you were my soulmate…”
“scara…i-” she tried to say something but he cut her words.
“wait! wait…before giving an answer please listen to me.” he pleaded. “it was hard times…very hard times for me. my dad, my everything, was dead and i had to stay with my mother and her girlfriend. seeing her was making my blood boil with anger. seeing her being happy without my dad, was making me angry. and they were really…strict. you remember right, how she was beating me for not getting 100 from one of the exams? in front of everyone, saying how i was being a burden, how i was useless and how i should’ve been dead with my dad?”
she was remembering that, very well, but she only nodded her head.
“that day, i saw you watching me like every other person did, with pity and disgust…but then i realised it was different. it wasn’t pitying, it was worrying. which was a feeling i was forgetting slowly. then you sat next to me the other day and talked to me. your voice was angelic and smile was heavenly. i fell in love. and then i fell in love again, again, again…” he said an pointed the drawing in her pretty hands. “i drew it that day.”
“i-i don’t know what to say…” she said and stared at the drawing.
“you don’t have to say anything right now! you…you can think, i can wait as much as you need, as much as you want…and…and-” he was speaking with a pathetic voice, cracking every time he breathes.
“you don’t have to wait…” the girl said, his eyes shined with hope but quickly left it’s place to an abyss. “i love someone else.”
i love someone else…i love someone else…
her voice was echoing through his ears.
“b-but…g/n!” he tried to grab her arm but she was faster.
“i am sorry, scara. goodbye.” she said without any hesitation and walked away.
all he could do was staring at the drawing, which was on the floor now. drenched and resolved with rain.
“why are you crying?” he asked in annoyance.
“b-because…it was…sad.” you said while sniffing.
“yeah, sad…” he said and looked from the window. “goodbye, l/n.”
“wait! where are you going!?” you asked, still in shock about the story you just listened.
“the sun is rising, i will disappear, probably in a minute.” he said and sighed longingly.
“h-how did you become a ghost?” you asked, knowing it could be your last chance.
“come here tomorrow night, i will tell you.”
“o-okay…” you said and tried to wipe his tears but he vanished away from your sight as the sunshine shined through the darkness.
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juanarc-thethird · 1 year
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Winter is too stressed, so Jaune starts giving her a massage to relax her, which she starts to like. Then the RWBY team walks outside the room and they start to hear Winter moaning with happiness (from the massage) as she talks to Jaune. Do you think they would ignore that talk or stay to listen?
Winter's Office
Winter: *Rubbing her neck in pain*
Jaune: *knock Knock* Hey Winter, wait... are you ok?
Winter: Not really. I've had this pain in my back and neck ever since I started working on the new proposal that General Ironwood asked me to do.
Jaune: It seems that you are very stressed. Would it be okay if I gave you a massage?
Winter: You know how to give massages?
Jaune: When you live with 7 sisters you learn a few things.
Winter: Well, it's better than nothing.
Jaune: Excellent, please lie down on the couch and relax.
Meanwhile, Team RWBY is walking towards the office.
Yang: Are you sure your sister will let us use her ship to go to Patch to see our dad?
Weiss: For the tenth time, yes, she will lend us her airship. Now, when we go into her office, please don't say anything. I don't want you guys to say something dumb and then she says no.
Yang: You got it.
Ruby: *Excited* I can't wait to get home! You will love the place, we have a spectacular ocean view!
Blake: I can't wait to eat fresh fish~ *She licks her lips*
Weiss: Ok, keep quiet, we're here.
Team RWBY arrived at the entrance to Winter's office. Weiss raises her hand to knock on the door, but she stops when she hears something peculiar.
Winter: Aah~💕 Fuck!💕 You're going to break my back, Jaune. Please be caref- Aah~💕 Oh shit~!💕
The girls are petrified. For. them it seems that Jaune is-
Weiss: Don't you dare finish that sentence!
Yang: Who are you talking to?
Weiss: No one important! *She takes out her weapon*
Ruby: *Worried* What are you doin?
Weiss: *Serious* I'm going to kill Jaune.
Ruby: WEISS NO!
Ruby tries to stop Weiss, but her anger is so great that nothing stops her. She kicks the door and enters ready to kill.
Weiss: *Pointing Jaune with her weapon* Take your filthy hands off my sister!!!
In front of them were Jaune and Winter with a confused look. Jaune stops massaging Winter's back, while winter, still wearing her clothes, is still lying down.
Weiss: *Confuse* What are you guys doing?
Winter: *She got up angrily and began to stare at Weiss* That's what I'd like to ask you, Weiss. Why did you break down my door?
Weiss: *Scared* Well, you see… I was…
Yang: She thought you two were banging.
Winter: *Nervous* W-What! We weren't doing that! That's ridiculous!
Jaune: *Nervous* Yeah! We don't have that type of relation ship! I was just giving Winter a massage, that's all! She's been a little stressed these past few days, so I was just helping her!
Weiss: *Embarrassed* Oh... It seems that I was wrong, hehehe. *She laughs nervously* I'm sorry.
Winter: *sighs* It's fine, just tell me why you came.
Weiss: We wanted to ask if we could use your airship to go to Ruby and Yang's house this weekend.
Winter: Wait, this weekend?
Weiss: Yes.
Winter: *Happy* Sure, I will let my pilot know. And if you want to spend more days, just let me know. Anything else?
Weiss: Just that.
Winter: Great, if you don't mind, I want to get back to my massage~💕
Weiss: Sure, thank you Winter.
Winter: Your welcome.
The girls say goodbye and leave the office. On the way back they talk about what they're going to do this weekend, but they realize that Blake isn't talking.
Yang: Something on your mind, Blake?
Blake: Didn't you guys think it was weird that the two of them got nervous when Yang said it sounded like they were fucking?
Ruby: Well, it's a very personal question, and somewhat unexpected. Seemed like a normal reaction to me.
Yang: I agree.
Weiss: *Upset* Wait, are you implying that Jaune and my sister are "close"?
Blake: I'm not saying anything, but she looked kind of happy when she found out you wouldn't be around all weekend.
Weiss: *Worry* Well… maybe she… maybe she has…
Blake: Maybe she has another "massage" appointment with Jaune?
Weiss thought about it for a moment, and then it made sense.
Weiss: *Holding her head with both hands* Oh my god, Jaune is banging my sister.
Blake: It seems.
Yang: Damn, that's tough.
...
...
...
Ruby: So, we're still going to Patch or not?
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for the hawks ask could you do a friends to lovers? maybe they were friends before and drifted apart and came back together? doesn’t have to be nsfw if you’re not comfortable!
Hawks X Reader | Friends To Lover
A/N: Lemme know if you want a second part too I was thinking that one could be a smut.
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You two first met when he was just a sidekick, and you had a PR internship in the same agency. Since you two were the youngest in the agency you both got along. You used to say from the very beginning that he will be a top hero one day but he'd always brush you off because for him the goal was to help people.
The best part of the day for both of you was when you both will go out for soda during breaks. It was a sweat escape.
Later you left the agency for a better opportunity and you both drifted apart. You were in a good position now. 
One of your friends shared a job vacancy with you for a hero agency. You had a good experience working with them so you thought it was worth a shot. But you got GENUINELY excited when you saw it was Hawk's agency.
Doesn't matter if you'll get it or not you were happy to be able to see him again. But to your disappointment, he wasn't there when you went in for the interview.
But you got in. Usually, it takes up to 2-3 rounds of interviews to get in but you got the job just by interviewing once. You were surprised but more than that happy to be able to work in a top agency and get to meet him!
On the first day of the job, you were a bit nervous. You weren't sure if he'll even recognize you or not. It's been quite a few years after all and he is a top hero now.
As you entered the office you could see that everyone was settling in when one of the HR helped you settle in your cabin. After a few minutes, someone came to inform you that Hawks is asking for you in his office. You couldn't help but smile and went straight to his office speed walking, trying not to jog with excitement.
As you knocked, "Come in" you recognized that voice. You entered the room with a smile and said "Hey!" it was rather informal. He looked a little surprised and uncomfortable. "Okay, the new recruit is cheerful. We could use that." Then he formally shook your hand.
It was so embarrassing! You felt like digging a hole and burying yourself in it, "Of course, he'll forget me. What was I thinking?" you thought to yourself as you sat in the chair in front of him not able to make any eye contact with him.
"Gotcha! You're still so easy to tease Y/N. Someone didn't grow up at all." he said now laughing. He was teasing you the whole time. "You're such an ass you know that! I almost felt like jumping off that window because of embarrassment" you said laughing and pointing to the window behind him.
"I would have caught you," he said as he winked at you. "Still the same lame flirting habit. And I'm the one who didn't grow up," you said rolling your eyes playfully. To which he just smiled.
"It's nice to meet you again," he said smiling at you as he soaked you in. You changed a lot and you both were not the same kids anymore. "Back at ya Hawks." you winked. Then you both chatted a little, and you went back to your desk after asking him to act professionally because you don't want your team to think that you got this position because of you. To which he obliged.
Days passed and you took on the role pretty nicely. You did talk to him but not as much as before. Now he was famous. If someone saw him having a soda with a random person it'd be a huge controversy and being his PR manager you'd have to take care of it.
"Hey stay back today." you got a text from Hawks. You agreed and stayed till everybody left. It was now just you and him in the office.
You walked into his office and said, "What's up?" as you leaned against the door frame.
"Aah it's been so long that you're working here and we didn't get to hang out. So I thought we can do it now. Hope you didn't have any special plans later." he said looking more exhausted than usual. "If you count going home and sleeping then yes heh. What happened to you? You look like you got hit by a bus." you said making your way into his office and sitting in the visitor's chair.
"Only if someone warned me before that being hero is more than fighting the bad guys," he said pointing to his paperwork. He looked very tired with bags under his eyes and hair all ruffled out.
"Let's go somewhere quiet for dinner?" he said keeping his head down on the table trying to catch some break. "You should sleep instead," you said now concerned about him. You remember him as the cheerful energetic boy and now look at him.
"Sleep won't do. I need some good company," he said lifting his head enough to see your reaction. "Okay but THEN you're going to sleep." you agreed knowing he is not the one to back down. "DEAL," he said as he stood up with a burst of energy.
You both ordered dinner and went to the roof of one of the tallest buildings in the city. It went so well. You could see he was more relaxed now. As he closed his eyes and took in the cold breeze. His hair danced with the wind and his feathers gave him a majestic look. You didn't remember him being good looking but now you understood why women are crazy about him.
"Don't stare for too long you might fall in love," he said with his eyes still closed and a smirk on his face. Yea you were staring at him for a long time. "Yea right," you said as you turned your head embarrassingly.
"Which reminds me are you dating anyone?" he asked in a rather curious tone to avoid his nervousness. You replied with a no. "Hmm. What happened to that blonde guy?" he asked trying to be as casual as possible.
"Well, he turned out to be a jerk you know what he did? I-" you paused watching him suspiciously, "I never told you about him. How did you know." Now HE was embarrassed. This whole time HE WAS KEEPING TABS ON YOU.
He tried to avoid the topic but you kept asking if he was keeping an eye on you the entire time then why did he never approach you? Finally, he answered," Okay fine! Jeez, you're stubborn. Well, I knew nothing good will come out of it. I was gaining popularity rather quickly and you know show bizz sucks so I didn't want to get you sucked into all of this. Also, I wasn't sure about one thing more." he finished his sentence there.
"Do you expect me not to ask what was THE THING? Come on hawks you play too much. What was it?" you asked almost whining.
"If I can stop myself from doing this." he leaned in and kissed your lips as he cupped one of your cheeks to pull you in. He was so soft, and warm, and sure smelled like some expensive cologne.
Since you didn't respond he pulled, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that."
"NOOO come back! God! Give me some buffer time to process it at the very least." you said as you pulled him back by this collar.
He smiled between the kiss as he deepened it even more. It was way better than he ever imagined it to be.
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Alfons Sylvatica
Story Event: I want to steal you
Chapter 1
It's so much fun translating this event, since Al is such a troll. I love it. His dialogues are stellar. Enjoy this prelude to the wild ride that is Al's event. Every event. You've been warned. Further chapters go places. 👀
~~Part 1~~
It was the day after witnessing a horrific incident during one of the Crown's missions.
Alfons: "How are you doing, Kate?"
Kate: "Ah, it's you, Alfons."
Kate: "Um... I'm fine as ever?"
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Alfons: "I see. Oh? Who left this chocolate pudding here?"
Elbert: "....? I have no idea."
Alfons: "It seems there's no name attached to it..."
Without hesitation, Alfons scooped up the pudding with a spoon and popped it into his mouth.
Kate: "Is it okay? It could still belong to someone else."
Alfons: "Dearest Kate, you're always so serious. It's delicious because it belongs to someone else."
Alfons: "Fancy doing something sinful with me? Let me borrow your mouth."
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Alfons: "Say aah."
Kate: "Eh? Wait... mmph!"
Alfons: "Heh, now you're my accomplice. How naughty of you, Kate."
Kate: "Just because you put it in my mouth without asking ---."
Harrison: "Oh, here you are, Kate."
Kate: "... Harrison. Is something wrong?"
~~Part 2~~
Harrison: "I have a message from Liam."
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Liam: "I'm really sorry. I was looking forward to our date tonight, but I'm acting as a stand-in on stage at short notice."
Liam: "I wanted us to have a lot of fun at the travelling fair."
~~~
Harrison: "You know, he meant to tell you this in person, but was afraid he wouldn't be able to leave if he saw your face."
Harrison: "That's why I'm delivering the message."
Kate: "I see. Thank you for telling me, Harrison."
Harrison: "Yeah. He was worried, thinking you were still feeling down."
Elbert: "...oh, after last night?"
Elbert: "I heard it was a horrific scene."
The mission I went on with William last night was one of the bloodiest I've experienced since becoming a fairytale writer.
I thought I had gotten used to it, but the scene still lingered on my mind.
(He didn't say it directly, but I think Liam was trying to ask me out on a date out of concern for me.)
He was a kind man who tried to take care of my heart whenever something happened.
Elbert: "... will you be all right?"
(Oh no.... I shouldn't worry others unnecessarily)
Kate: "Yes, don't worry about it. I'm fine."
Elbert: ".... are you sure?"
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Alfons: "What a pointless question, El."
~~Part 3~~
Alfons: "If Kate is depressed, it's because she no longer has a date with Liam."
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Alfons: "Am I right?"
Kate: "You're wr....!"
I tried to deny it, but I thought it better if I played along so as not to make everyone feel uncomfortable.
Kate: "... it might be so. Liam has been there for me during times like this."
Alfons: "I see. If that's the case ---."
Alfons: "Would you like to go on a date with me? All you have to do is entrust yourself to me, and I guarantee you a good time."
Kate: "With you, Alfons? ... why all of a sudden?"
Alfons: "I already told you. Stolen pudding tastes the most delicious."
Alfons: "There is nothing more enjoyable than a love affair that has been snatched away from someone else."
(I had a feeling that might be it, but what an outrageous reason. And...)
Kate: "I don't belong to Liam ---."
Harrison: "Huh? Any idea what's happened to my pudding?"
(Was it Harrison's!?)
Alfons: "Indeed, it's already been gobbled up and should be in Roger's stomach by now."
Harrison: "Seriously, a lie? Have you forgotten that my curse allows me to see through lies?
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Alfons: "Oh? Then it must have been El's blunder?"
Elbert: ".....?"
Alfons: "Now then, shall we flee from those scoundrels, dear Kate?"
Kate: "Eh? Wait a moment, Alfons!?"
Harrison: "...hey!"
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Alfons led me to a strange place.
Kate: "T-this is..."
~~Part 4~~
Kate: "T-this is..."
Alfons: "Your tonight's plan was to go to a travelling fair with Liam, yes? This seems like a perfect amusement park to me, don't you agree?"
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Alfons: "Dense trees, gloomy air, that feeling of tension that might find release at any moment... The haunted house!"
During the time we lived together, I managed to learn a little about Alfons.
He was insolent and dishonest --- a nightmare of a man.
(Probably... no, certainly)
Kate: "This is not a date or anything like that. It's just a mission, isn't it?"
Alfons: "Heh, please be so kind and stop pouting. I was the only one available for this mission, and it felt so unbearably lonely."
Kate: ".... it's pretty obvious you just wanted someone to toy with."
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Alfons: "My my, so you're aware of being a toy? As expected from the Crown's very own talented Robin. Excellent, excellent."
(Ugh... for every thing I say, he comes back with a hundred retorts)
Still, since I had been brought here, I had to fulfil my duties as a fairytale writer.
Besides, I really didn't want to go home alone from such a depressing place... yes, that was most certainly the reason I decided to stay.
Kate: "... Fine, I'll go with you. So, what's this mission about?"
I was curious what kind of incident had brought us to this desolate ruin before us.
Alfons: "Theft of valuables and murder. The so-called robbery-murder is rampart in this area."
Alfons: "There are rumours that the perpetrators have broken into the house and are using it as their base."
Kate: "I see... It's true that no one is likely to come here."
Alfons: "First of all, let's check if there are any stolen goods inside."
~~Part 5~~
Kate: "...what if we encounter the culprits while searching?"
Alfons: "Then of course I'll protect you, but don't worry, it will be nothing like last night."
(When Alfons says it, it instantly smells fishy)
But I also felt relieved at his words, which in turn made me a little frustrated with myself.
Alfons: "Onwards. Let's explore this ruin and hopefully have such a stimulating experience that will leave our daily struggles in the dust."
Alfons: "Oops, I got ahead of myself. I was in the process of courting you while Liam was away, wasn't I?"
Alfons: "Kate, would you like to hold hands? Lovers' hold or folded arms, choose any way you like."
With a smooth, uninhibited movement, Alfons took my hand in his.
Alfons: "Oh, your hand is cold. Are you afraid?"
My cheeks flushed involuntarily as he smiled and held my hand in a teasing manner.
Kate: "I'm not scared and we don't need to hold hands. Let's go, Alfons."
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Alfons: ".... You really like to play tough, don't you?"
Kate: "...eh?"
Alfons: "Am I wrong?"
---I was going to eat my words just a moment later.
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(Oof...!)
The interior was dim, the paintings on the walls were tilted, and the ornaments were covered with a thick layer of dust.
(I want to find the stolen goods and get out of here as soon as possible!)
Alfons: "Boo!"
Kate: "Wahhh...!"
Alfons: "Haha, your voice just now!"
Kate: "It's not funny. I thought my heart was going to burst..."
Alfons: "In the unlikely event this happens, I'll resuscitate you, so don't worry."
Alfons: "What method would you prefer? Passionate mouth-to-mouth or..."
Normally, I would have said something back, but I was in no position to do so right now.
(It's frustrating to show my weakness like that)
Kate: "Um..."
Alfons: "Yes..?"
Kate: "It doesn't have to be your hand... Can I hold the hem of your clothes?"
(I'm definitely going to be teased......)
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Alfons: "Please, go ahead. Do as you wish."
Chapter 2
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Book Club (Kakashi Hatake)
Chapter 2 - Another Ambush, Poorly Executed
You learn very quickly that Naruto Uzumaki has a big mouth.
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Kakashi arrives on time, for once. Part of you is a little disappointed - your genin only left an hour ago, and since you had them up at the asscrack of dawn, you were hopeful you'd be able to squeeze in a nap before Kakashi arrived to spar. You'd even spent extra time choosing a particularly comfortable tree to lean back against. As it is, you're only just finishing your lunch when you sense his chakra in the forest behind you. 
"Good afternoon, Kakashi!", you call out through a mouthful of rice once he's within earshot. "Surely my watch is broken!"
"Aah... is my reputation really that bad?"
You snicker as he drops down from a branch, landing with his hands in his pockets. "I've heard rumours that Tsunade-sama has included in your file you're to be told missions start an hour earlier than they actually do." Lady Tsunade has taken fantastically to her role as Hokage, but you still see a shadow of worry pass over Kakashi. No doubt he's reminded of Orochimaru; you've heard rumours about the Uchiha boy, too, that are perhaps best to steer away from.
Kakashi is back to his usual, blank-faced self before you can think of something to say. "Well, old age slows you down, so they say." 
You scowl at him and push to your feet. "We're the same age, Hatake. Didn't you ever learn not to call a lady old?" Unfortunately, you back gives a resounding pop when you straighten, which you feel rather takes the threat out of your words. He chuckles.
"You're slower getting up than you used to be.", Kakashi notes, not unkindly. You toss another scowl, along with your flak jacket, freeing up your arms to really stretch out the tension from your morning training session. 
"Hey, my genin are getting stronger! Sometimes I actually have to try when we're sparring now. It's weird. And exhausting. I'm just counting down the days 'til they pass the Chuunin exams and I can get some peace and quiet." A few rolls of your neck have you feeling much better; you take back your jacket from Kakashi, then crouch to strap your weapons pouches back on.
He begins to prepare himself, too, rewrapping his bandages and checking his pockets. "I saw them in the market on my way here. You have the Inuzuka girl, don't you? She's... very loud. Almost as much Naruto."
"Keiko-", you groan fondly, "She's insane, Kakashi. I've never known a kid to be so utterly crazy. If I ever came up against her in a real battle I think I'd just kill myself to save the headache." He hums in sympathy - from what you've heard, his own team are even more of a handful. Since you started teaching Keiko basic fire-type chakra control, she's developed a particular affinity for blowing things up. You've since been instructed to keep these training sessions away from trees, homes, and anything else remotely flammable. But she's also an incredibly sweet kid when you aren't chasing her around, and her companion Aomaru is a real cutie.
Kakashi tosses his flak jacket against the base of a tree trunk, and you're pretty sure you see Icha Icha poking out one of the pockets. Come to think of it, it is pretty hot now the sun is up. You leave your own jacket next to his, then peel off your long-sleeve too, leaving you in a tank top that exposes the scar of your old ANBU tattoo. His eye flickers over it knowingly. You'd left the organisation just a few months after him, released back onto regular duty after the Uchiha massacre left the village short on jonin, and readjusting proved a challenge for both of you. You rub a palm over the faded skin there, and decide to put it out of your mind.
"Shall we focus on Taijutsu today?", you suggest brightly, leading the way onto the pitch. 
"You sounded far too much like Gai just now."
You cackle, throwing yourself into a high somersault, and perform several flips before landing on the other side of the midway line to Kakashi. "It's because I'm so youthful and energetic, rival! All I need now is the green jumpsuit!"
"Stop it-", he grumbles, pinching his nose. "-I was looking forward to a training session that wouldn't leave me with a headache for once."
You grin. "When I'm finished with you, your whole body will be aching." You didn't even really mean that as an innuendo, but you're still pleasantly surprised to see how he stiffens for a split second. "So, Taijutsu?"
"Alright, then.", he nods, then he's vaulting into in the air and over your head and landing behind you without a sound, and you're sensing his familiar chakra start to thrum before you've even spun to meet him.
He throws a punch at the back of your head and you sidestep it, turning in to a high kick that he easily dodges; then he's coming at you again, a barrage of punches that you deflect and dodge and catch, barely even breathing hard. He's so relentless you have no chances to hit back, effortlessly guarding himself even as he rains down strikes on your forearms. It feels good to train like this, your movements flowing like water as you dance around him. You were always agile, even when you were a kid and you didn't even know what Taijutsu was. Sharingan no Kakashi is quick, but you are too. 
The next time he strikes high you feint left, then right, watching his eye flash to keep up with you - there, he's watching your feet instead of your hands - you catch his wrist and use his momentum to pull his arm past your head, turning and driving your other elbow up into his ribcage. Kakashi grunts, twists free of you, and all of a sudden there's a foot driving into the back of your knee. You drop but manage to keep your balance, rolling around him and springing back to your feet just as he's on you again.
"It isn't like you to focus so much on offence-", you state matter-of-factly, letting him continue to bear down on you in the hopes of tiring him out a little. "You always let your opponents come to you, back in ANBU."
Kakashi doesn't so much as look at your face. "In those situations, I knew nothing about my opponents. It was better to stand back and let them reveal their weaknesses on their own." He's pressing you back so hard that you have no choice but to give ground. The trees are behind you and the sun is glinting off his hitai-ate and he mixes in a low kick, forcing you to leap backwards. At least he's starting to sound just slightly out of breath.
"On the other hand, I know how you fight. We've been teammates on enough missions for me to know your patterns." He says this as if he's discussing the weather, and not ramping up the intensity to push you backwards even faster. You cast out your chakra behind you and are instantly met with forest: he has you backed up against a solid tree trunk - you move as quickly as you can, darting left and pushing chakra from the soles of your feet to give you an explosive boost, flitting into the empty space behind him-
He catches you.
Kakashi's hand is around your neck and he's got you pressed against the tree trunk. "For example.", he continues, eye turned up in a smile. "You always go left when you're cornered." 
...Damn. You do, don't you?
Despite your irritation at being read so easily, despite the fact you'd be dead if this was real, you laugh. Old enough to have a bad back, but at least not so old you can't learn. Kakashi's fingers are right up against your pulse point, surprisingly gentle considering the force with which he'd thrown you into the tree, and they loosen even more as you laugh. Now. You bring your knee up and kick him away square in the chest. It buys you enough time to slip into the cover of the forest, even if you're certain he let you land that hit on purpose.
The fight continues as you chase each other halfway around the forest and back again. You're determined to be more aggressive now, and to prove that you know him just as well as he knows you. So you hurl yourself at him over and over again, hardly letting him dodge around one tree before you're dropping on him from the boughs of the next, grappling with him when you reach clearings, even going so far as to drop a particularly large branch onto his head at one point.
Dodging it easily, Kakashi stares up at you. "That poor tree might miss that branch.", he deadpans, shoulders rising and falling rapidly with the weight of his panting breaths. He's stalling for time, but you're honestly glad of the break.
"Call it a casualty of war.", you say mournfully, too tired to think of a cleverer comeback. Your chest is heaving. Kakashi has always had more stamina than you, and the heat isn't helping even under the green-tinged shade of the tree canopy. A bead of sweat rolls from your hairline and all the way down your neck. There's no two ways about it, you're considerably more tired than Kakashi - but you're having so much fun. You haven't faced up against him properly since you were kids, and it's nice (if not a little strange) to see how far you've both come.
"Want to call it a day?", the silver-haired jonin calls. Clearly he can see how exhausted you are, and he sounds pretty tired too. You don't even pretend to consider his offer. He's already one-upped you, and you're no Gai, but you're not willing to accept any kind of defeat from a man who reads smut in public.
Instead, you pull a kunai from your pouch. "Absolutely not." Then you launch at him, and the fight continues. Sparks fly between your kunai with every strike, the sound of metal against metal and heavy breaths the only sound in the forest. Kakashi manages to back you up against another tree, but this time you jump and go over his head - he's smiling at you when you land, still smiling when he kicks you in the ribs, but it vanishes from his eye when you put a blast of chakra into your next palm strike and send him crashing back into that very same trunk. The forest is going to be ruined if you're not careful. Perhaps you can blame Keiko.
The battle has you dancing through the trees for what feels like only the blink of an eye, but by the time you're back out on the training pitch, the sun is lower in the sky than you remember. Every muscle in your body is screaming out in agony. You keep coming at him, pleased that even this tired your kunai is barely more than a quick glint in the sunlight. When the flow of motion takes you onto the river that rushes along the western edge of the pitch, you welcome it, pushing chakra from the soles of your feet and relishing in the cool breeze that comes off the water. Kakashi doesn't even cause the water to ripple when he chases you - an impressive display of chakra control even at your level.
Against a different opponent, you would hope to distract them from their chakra control, force them to plunge into the river rather than take a direct hit. But Kakashi doesn't so much as stagger when you go back on the offensive, not even when you sweep at his legs and he somersaults backwards onto the deeper water. It's frustrating, especially when you're this exhausted. So, you kick up a spray of water right into his face, a frankly childish move your genin have resorted to before.
He emerges looking distinctly like a wet dog, shaking his hair in a way that would be endearing if you weren't so focused on dashing forward into a shoulder strike; Kakashi lets you barge right into his chest, absorbing the impact, and he's wrapping his arms around you and then throwing you up over his head and it's all you can do to stay afloat as your back slams against the water - this is it, he's got you, you're too worn out and sweaty to roll away, so you just stare up at him and he - hang on, did he just glance at your chest? - the desperate wave of chakra you sent out to cushion your impact must have knocked his off balance because he's falling, one foot plunging into the river - you have your kunai at his throat before he's even on his knees.
"A draw?", you suggest, still on your back, practically gasping for breath. This is the best you can hope for against an opponent like him.
Kakashi is kneeling behind you, one hand on each side of your head, throat pulsing against the point of your blade. He's blank-faced for a moment, then blinks. "Alright, then." 
You gladly drop your kunai, roll onto your stomach, and push to your feet with all the grace of an especially fat old dog. Kakashi's hand finds your bicep to give you a welcome boost. "I'd hate to have you as a sensei. I think I'd die if I had to fight like that every day.", you groan. As tough as you can be on your team, you've heard that Kakashi is much worse. It's a relief to get back onto solid ground and let your chakra melt away.
"Your endurance is really quite good, you know.", Kakashi replies. Although you do know, you can't help but feel flattered.
"Well, I must be getting lazy in my old age.", you tease, glad to see a sheepish crinkle to his eye. He brings both hands up in a mock surrender, hunching over, and he looks for all the world like a bedraggled cat with his floppy, dripping hair and one wet trouser leg. No doubt you look just as ridiculous - covered in sweat, with twigs in your hair and bruises already starting to form on your arms. Both of you are walking much more slowly than tiredness calls for.
By the time you reach the pile of your things, all you're really thinking about is a hot shower, and maybe a trip to the ramen stand this evening. You toss Kakashi his flak jacket and are reaching for your water container when you remember what you saw in his pocket earlier. "So, how are you finding that action novel?"
Kakashi splutters through his own mouthful of water. You quirk a concerned eyebrow at him as he pounds his chest. "Hah... I haven't had much time for reading this week, you know, my genin team have really been keeping me busy."
"That's a shame-", you shrug nonchalantly, starting to bundle your things into your backpack. You'll walk home without your jacket and enjoy the sun, you decide. "I'm looking forward to reading it. Take your time, though!" You don't want to seem too pushy and let him realise you're teasing him. "Right now I should really be focusing on preparing my team for the chuunin exams-"
"KAKASHI-SENSEI!!!"
The shout comes from the direction of town. You whip your head around and see a shock of orange racing across the training pitch. Kakashi barely has time to groan under his breath before Naruto Uzumaki screeches to a halt in front of you both.
"SENSEI! We've been waiting for you since noon, and we didn't even bring lunch!". The boy's blonde hair is sticking up haphazardly all at odd angles. "I only had one cup of instant ramen for breakfast, too!"
Kakashi doesn't react to the loud rumble of Naruto's stomach, and doesn't question how he found the two of you. "You see - well, I was helping (name)-san here catch a cat."
Naruto narrows his eyes and puts his hands on his hips. You're strangely reminded of Iruka Umino. "A cat? Then why have you been swimming?!".
Kakashi looks like he wishes he'd used his katon to dry off. A droplet of water rolls from his hair down his mask. "This was a special kind of cat that can control chakra to walk on water. That's why (name)-san needed my help."
His grey eye turns onto you, impressively blank, but you read the silent plea in it regardless. Naruto seems to notice you for the first time. "...Yes. The Hokage brought a shinobi cat back from her travels. He's very dear to her." You're pretty sure Tsunade-sama hates cats. Surely Naruto won't be fooled by this-
"Hmm...", he grumbles, seemingly accepting your poker face as trustworthy. Then his face splits into a wide grin, Kakashi's lateness apparently forgotten. "I'm great at catching cats. You should have got me to do it, Sensei!"
Kakashi pats Naruto on the head. "Well, we didn't catch him today. Your training session can be to find him before midnight." Poor Naruto suddenly seems so determined, you nearly laugh, but just about manage to turn it into a dignified cough that reminds the boy of your presence. 
"Say, who are you, ne-san? I don't think I've seen you before!". It's entirely possible you're the only person in Konoha who Naruto hasn't pranked, yelled at, or otherwise inconvenienced. Your paths have simply never crossed. There are many people who would call this good luck. 
You're careful not to say anything too incriminating: you know what your own genin are like, and this Uzumaki boy already seems just as troublesome in the way that children tend to be. "An old friend of your sensei - we went to the academy together, actually."
"HUH?!", he yells, arms flying up in the air. "No way you're the same age as Kakashi-sensei! You're so young and cute and you don't even have grey hair like Kakashi-sensei, I say! How-"
Kakashi claps a hand over Naruto's mouth, making a valiant effort to ignore the boy's muffled noises of indignation. "We should get going now so Sakura and Sasuke aren't waiting. That cat could be halfway to the Land of Fire border by now!" Naruto stops squirming just long enough for Kakashi to release him, and he starts to race off in the direction from which he came - then spins on his heel, splutters on the dust cloud he kicks up, and sprints back to you.
"Sorry, ne-san, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Naruto Uzumaki!", he chirps, sticking out a palm. You see Kakashi smile out the corner of your eye.
You can't help but smile too as you shake his hand. How could anyone ever be cruel to this boy? He's so infectiously energetic, and he definitely gets bonus points for calling you cute. "Naruto Uzumaki, huh? I'll be sure to remember that name." 
He looks so delighted you nearly melt. Kakashi waves at you before they both disappear in the direction of the village; you smile all the way back to your apartment.
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Konoha in the evening may be your favourite thing in the world. The sun is just setting when you leave your apartment, lighting the Hokage monument up gold and casting the streets of the village in a warm orange light. You're sore off your training session but a hot shower has done wonders to take the sting out of the pain, leaving you with the kind of ache reminiscent of a hard day's work. After your shower, you had opted to dress in simple civilian clothes: a light sweater and loose trousers, with your favourite pair of sandals. It's been a while since you've had a whole evening to yourself.
The street lights begin to come on as you walk to the market square, restaurants and bars switching on their neon signs, and porch lights flick on outside homes. You catch sight of a mother cuffing her academy-age son around the ear, scolding him for not being home in time for dinner. If your genin have any sense, they'll have already eaten and will be preparing for bed right now. They're going to be focusing on chakra control tomorrow - on the water, far away from anything they can set on fire - and you've got no intentions of letting them leave until they can at least cross the river.
Thankfully, there's an empty seat at your favourite ramen stand, despite how busy the marketplace is. The chef knows your order without even asking, and you're left with a few minutes to take in the atmosphere while he prepares it. Once the shops shut for the day, street food vendors move in with their carts, and the square fills with academy students and jonin and civilians alike. You spy the old man who runs the grocery store, the blacksmith's apprentice who makes the best kunai, and an old classmate's new wife looking incredibly pregnant. You'll have to drop by and offer them your congratulations soon, you note - it seems like only yesterday you were dragging Kurenai onto the dance floor at their wedding.
The ramen is good, as always, and you slurp it down noisily, as always. You're halfway through a mouthful of boiled egg when you get the feeling you're being watched. Your first instinct is to look over at the old woman next to you, apologise for eating too loudly - but she's unbothered, her nose buried in a gardening book. Huh. You suppose it could have just been someone in the market recognising you. The prickling on the back of your neck disappears just as fast as it came, so you go back to your meal. 
When the time comes to pay, you find yourself having to dig around in your coin purse for an embarrassingly long time. "Sorry...", you laugh, finally fishing out enough money to put down on the counter. "I guess it's time I take my team on another mission, right?". The chef smiles wordlessly and hands you a tub containing a few dango sticks; he's never been much for chat, but you've always tried anyway and it seems he enjoys it more than he's let on. 
That sensation strikes you again when you duck out of the stand, and you know that someone is trying very hard to keep their eyes on you through the crowd. There's a kunai under your sweater, but you don't reach for it just yet. It could very well just be a civilian who has had a few too many drinks and doesn't realise how much he's staring, you reason. You just hope whoever it is doesn't follow you. God... You just want to eat your snack in peace.
Of course they follow you. Of course they do, because Kami forbid you just want one quiet fucking evening. They follow you through six wrong turns, two instances of doubling back on yourself, and even a shortcut through a hedgerow. You finally give up and cast out your chakra in the middle of a small park. Whoever it is obviously hasn't really thought this through, because three distinct chakra signatures slam you in the face without any effort at all. There's one that simmers as if on edge, one bright and bubbly, and-
"Naruto?", you say aloud, turning to see a tuft of yellow hair poking out over a flower bush. A small hand tugs him down and you hear a yelp. Satisfied that whatever's going on here is no threat to you, you shove another dango ball into your mouth. "Get out from behind there, come on."
He pops up, flushed bright red and stammering out excuses. "What a coincidence seeing you here, ne-san! I was just-"
"All of you.", you insist. Naruto's eyes widen comically and his mouth drops open. There's a shuffling from behind the bush, and then a pink-haired girl emerges, managing to look quite dignified if not a little sheepish. She grabs Naruto under the arm and hauls him towards you - then the last one appears, the Uchiha boy, walking five steps behind and clearly trying very hard to look like he has nothing to do with them.
You just stare at them as you chew for a moment, relishing in how each of them blushes slightly. "So, Naruto - did you ever catch that cat?"
His eyes light up at the opportunity to change the subject. "Not yet! Kakashi-sensei told us we had to keep looking until midnight, but he fell asleep, so we snuck away to-"
The pink-haired girl elbows him in the ribcage. "We were just coming to get some food to take back and share with Kakashi-sensei.", she finishes, smiling sweetly at you. "Naruto said he recognised you and wanted to say hello!"
"Well, that explains why you were hiding.", you reply. Her eyebrow twitches but she does an impressive job of maintaining her smile. Naruto, on the other hand, dissolves back into frantic excuses.
"I wanted to... to try and scare you, I say-"
"This must be your team, Naruto." You pat him on the shoulder to console him. It's funny teasing these kids, but you're worried he might spontaneously combust in a moment, and you're not really annoyed beyond the distraction from your dessert. "Why don't you introduce us?"
"This is (name)-san!", he half-yells. Naruto then jabs a finger at the Uchiha, who is still staring very hard at the ground. "That's Sasuke! He's in a bad mood because I was faster than him today." You think Sasuke may burn holes into the earth with his eyes.
"And I'm Sakura Haruno!", the girl says. You're starting to recall her more the longer you look at her.
"Sakura... I remember seeing you at the chuunin exams." Your own team had been disqualified in the second round, but you'd still taken them to watch the individual battles. Sakura's smile drops into an expression of disappointment. "I thought you were very brave." 
She preens under the compliment. Naruto, in a fashion which you've already come to predict, starts jumping around and demanding to know why you didn't think he was brave. Sakura smacks him once again - you're really starting to like her. "Just face it, Naruto! I'm braver than you, even a jonin thinks so!"
"A jonin? She doesn't look like one...", Sasuke finally speaks up, dark eyes taking in your outfit and snack with a hint of disdain. Back in your genin days, you had an Uchiha teammate, Ichiro. Sasuke has definitely inherited the clan's talent for withering looks; if you were a different woman, you might have been embarrassed. As it is, you brush the crumbs off the front of your sweater and laugh. Sakura looks as though she might pass out.
"Haaahhhh! Don't be so blunt, Sasuke-kun!"
Well, she definitely has a crush on him. 
Sasuke huffs, and looks you hard in the eye for a moment. "Whatever. I really don't get what all the fuss is about. I'm going home." He vaults up onto the rooftops with a speed surprising for his age, and vanishes into the twilight. Oh, he's an Uchiha, alright.
"You've been making a fuss over me, have you?", you turn back to Naruto, cocking an inquisitive eyebrow. "Surely your sensei won't have been pleased you weren't paying attention to training."
Naruto sniffs. "He's a silly old man who doesn't pay attention himself! He just sat under a tree with his eyes closed for most of it."
Sakura is suddenly inching closer to you, all sweetness and innocence. "Naruto says that you and Kakashi-sensei searched for Tsunade-sama's cat earlier this afternoon, (name)-san..."
You quickly pray that this girl never decides to go into the interrogation unit. It's crystal clear what game she's trying to play. But those seven years in ANBU have left you with, at the very least, a great poker face. You nod and allow her to continue. Naruto leans in conspiratorially as she probes. "He's never told us much about his life. Aaaaand we've never seen him around a woman before... Are you guys maybe-"
Kakashi claps a hand down onto each of their heads and they scream. Sakura goes pink enough to match her hair, and Naruto wraps his hands around Kakashi's wrist, swinging wildly under his grip. He must have shunshined here because even you get a bit of a shock, reflexively starting to reach for your kunai, but you're quickly doubled over with laughter instead. Kakashi catches your eye; you can see him smiling at you through his mask before he spins his students to face him.
"Hello there, Sakura, Naruto.", he says, smile gone and voice expressionless. "I'm very sorry for napping all the way until midnight."
"You didn't-"
Sakura kicks Naruto in the shin. "We're sorry, Kakashi-sensei. We couldn't find the cat and it was Naruto's idea to go home."
Naruto kicks her back. "No, it was Sasuke!"
Kakashi pretends to look around, humming to himself. "Well, that makes sense, since Sasuke is the only one who seems to actually be at home. Can't you see that (name)-san is just trying to have a peaceful evening?"
They both have the good manners to look bashfully at their feet, although you doubt they're really ashamed. You catch Kakashi's eye over their heads and mouth, come on, they're just kids.
He rolls his eye and releases his grip on their heads. Kakashi has a reputation amongst the jonin instructors for being a hardass with his students, but you can see how much he cares for them too, and you try to never judge a sensei's relationship with their team. He seems to have wrangled them pretty well considering how strong each of their personalities are. "Go home and get some sleep. We can start an hour earlier tomorrow because of tonight's antics.", he instructs, smiling at them brightly for the first time. 
They both groan, say a quick goodbye to you, and then walk away griping at each other. Kakashi sighs. "I hope they didn't give you too much trouble."
"Not at all. I actually think they're pretty funny.", you admit. This is more excitement than you'd planned for your evening, but it's nice to see kids being kids (and a pleasant surprise to see Kakashi again, if you're honest). "Especially that crush of Sakura's."
You've both started walking in the direction of the residential sector, feet falling in tandem. "Maa, it's been more troublesome than funny. She's struggled to keep her feelings separate from her performance in the past." 
"Oh, don't be such a cynic, Kakashi! Don't you remember what it was like to be young and in love?", you tease, waving a finger at him. His breath hitches a little bit, you think. "She'll be oblivious to everything else until she's twenty. Has she even realised how much Naruto likes her?"
Kakashi chuckles. "Not yet. Although, I think she has some competition in you."
"Me?", you exclaim, nearly choking on air. "I don't think so. He's met me once and I was literally a mess."
"Teenage minds.", he shrugs. You've reached the point where the path branches off, one street leading to your apartment block and the opposite to Kakashi's - but he doesn't head off just yet, instead choosing to tip his head up and watch the last rays of light warm the top of the Hokage monument. You join him, a strange feeling twisting in your gut when you see that they've started to put up the scaffolding for Tsunade-sama's carving. The street is empty, just you and him and the setting sun.
"Can you blame him?", you ask softly, when the comfortable silence has stretched out for a few long moments. Kakashi tilts his head at you, seemingly coming back to reality. Your mouth starts to curl up into a smirk. "For having a crush on me?"
This time, he blushes fast and hard, all the way up to the tips of his ears. You raise your eyebrows expectantly and cross your arms. Kakashi doesn't say anything, but a tiny wheeze escapes his lips, and his fingers furl and unfurl several times.
You don't let him flounder for too long - this is an objectively nice moment, and you don't want to ruin it by risking him passing out and hitting his head. "Kami, Kakashi, I'm only joking! You've already called me old today, so you can't possibly say anything worse."
Kakashi laughs, a proper one and not his normal quiet chuckle, in a way that has warmth spreading on your cheeks too. You must hold his gaze for just a second too long, because he's quickly turning back to the monument. "Thank you for helping me out with that cat story."
"That's okay. But I have to ask - are you just late to mess with your students?"
"...Sometimes.", he concedes. "But sometimes I'm late for more important reasons."
"Like spending time with an old friend?", you suggest, voice lilting back into light-heartedness. You want so badly to poke him, but hold yourself back on the grounds that you are not Sakura Haruno with her teenage crush. 
"I was thinking something more along the lines of encountering a particularly friendly dog."
You gasp and clutch your hands to your heart. Kakashi turns to you again, eye twinkling under the streetlamps. "Well, that does it! I'm going home. And don't bother using me as an excuse next time you oversleep!"
The sound of his laughter follows you up onto the rooftop - a shorter route home, now that the tiredness of the day is really hitting you. He remains stood in the middle of the empty street, watching you closely, and he's obviously smiling so you feel too bad to rush off without a goodbye. "Goodnight, old man!", you call down.
Kakashi raises one hand in a wave, and you feel his eye on you until you're out of sight, his chakra warm and golden like the sun.
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They don't really care about us
On a normal morning day, Leon Kennedy is ambushed by a strange man in a suit...
Setting: Following RE8's epilogue.
***
“Hello?”
“Hi, mom. How are you?”
“Oh, hi, honey! I’m fine! How are you?”
“I’m fine, too.”
“Oh, it’s good thing you called, I’ve meaning to do so! Mike’s birthday is coming soon, you know! He’s planning this big party at home and I really want you to come! Don’t bring your swimsuit though, I’m planning to drain the pool, hah! He doesn’t want a chaperone around so I will not deal with the shenanigans of three dozen college students!”
“Hah, yeah… Mom, do you remember what we talked about in Switzerland?”
“… Oh. Yes…?”
“Good. Remember it well?”
“… Yes… So it’s that time, then…”
“Yes.”
“Aah… your brother will be so upset. He’s been planning this party since he became the star of his football team with that final touchdown or whatever. Do you know just how many cheerleaders will be here? And he also wanted you to be here so much.”
“I know, but would you rather have him get his birthday party or have him by your side for a few more decades?”
“… I know. I understand very well.”
“I’m sorry mom. To be honest I could have given you more leeway but then it was your birthday last week and I didn’t want to spoil your spa day with your girlfriends.”
“Oh honey. I see. Well, at least I have more than a day to work with.”
“I can talk with Mike if you want.”
“Oh please, I raised a little 007, I think I can handle your little brother.”
“Heh, I have no doubt. I’ll try to keep in touch but as you know, it won’t be as often from now.”
“I know. You just… watch over yourself. That’s all I want. You be careful. Very careful, alright?”
“I will. It’s all… been coming down to this moment.”
“Then that’s all I need to hear, I believe in you, Kólen’ka.”
“Love you, mom.”
The nickname is a slip up, he knows, but it’s fine. They’re already being extra careful with the burner phones and they’re about to set the plan into motion. It would too late for someone to do anything about it.
And anyway, it was nice hearing it. 
***
If one can take a full scope of DC, they will see millions of things happening at once on that indolent autumn morning of September, where the air is crisp, the weather clear and mostly sunny despite the few gray clouds shrouding the sky on that particular day.
What you’ll see is people wearing boxy suit jackets and women wearing sensible skirts, pantsuits and pumps, milling about fake flagstones and ads-ridden subways. Some are carrying suitcases filled with cunning lawyers-crafted contracts about to make someone’s life amazing or miserable, and others are rolling backpacks to fend off the evil of scoliosis enumerated by those same subway ads...
You’ll also see more armored barricades because of the increase in impromptu protesters. Their hoarse-voiced chants drown the perimeter but never carry far enough to the monster in power and its minions. It only hurt the ears of the police officers in body armors, underpaid to deal with the zeal of a bunch of college students pumped on kale juice and coffee shakes so early in the morning.
The whole show is overcast by oversized windows streaked with night rain, humidity and tears.
Yes, for millions of people, DC is the city of better opportunities. The city of powerful monuments that inspire more awe than contemplation. The city that doesn’t take any risks. The city where you can’t get lost in because there’s nothing to lose yourself in.
And as a man observed from outside one of those oversized windows fixes his sleeve garters, It’s been decided it should be in DC where they should finally meet – where everyone is the same kind of nasty: feds.
***
Leon yawns as he walks the shortcut path to his appartement – the one with the liquor store in the way - grocery plastic bag in hand. It was Sunday and blissfully, nothing came from his meeting with Hunnigan at the office. Well, mission-wise at least; but if you take into account the heavy, cranky conversations and meetings he’s started getting from DSO’s hierarchy, he won’t be too quick to stamp ‘blissfully’ on the day just yet.
Something shifty’s going on there. Something has them on edge for a long while now and they can’t seem to just cut the shit and spill it. Chewing the fat with a bunch of feds in suits has never been Leon’s favorite part of his job. Leon snorted to himself. He should be counting his favorite parts of his job - he’d be wrapped up quicker than the other way around.
All depression-induced thoughts aside, something’s not sitting well for a couple of years now and it just keeps on getting more and more fishy - like a decaying corpse about to get finally busted.
What if I’m the decayed corpse, though…
They’re sending him on confidential ops and mission but still want him to never stray too far. They want him to investigate things but also never ask too much questions. To sum it up, it comes back to what he hates to admit and what everybody who knows him is aware of : They want him on an even tighter leash.
Leon grits his teeth.
Well fuck them. Leon is also having his own fishy thoughts. Thoughts about the DSO’s secret dealings with shady agencies, about Blue Umbrella not so squeaky clean and about what he heard from a certain on-going mission in Europe.
He’s drawing his conclusions, he’s cross-referencing his clues and mapping out his exists on the big pinboard inside his mind where it’s safe—since he can’t hazard having one in the privacy of his own flat.
Privacy… is what a goldfish probably have more than him.
"My obsession is to break away from all of this."
It’s a confession he uttered in the dead of the night once.
Is this what’s rattling them? Do they suspect something? Did Leon let something slip up on his glassy façade?
He is so caught up in his train of thoughts, he doesn’t notice the figure standing still twelve feet away in the middle of his path.  
It’s man in a suit.
Leon halts, perplexed for a minute by the stock-still stance as he takes him in because the individual is looking straight at him.
The beginning of a frown mars Leon’s features because it’s getting weird, but still doesn’t open his mouth yet for some reason.
The man starts fucking blinking at last and with that comes a smile that slowly brings life to a static face.
 “Leon Scott Kennedy?”
“… Who’s asking?” Leon starts fully registering his surroundings now.
light blond hair pomaded back. Medium length. Symmetric complexion, high cheekbones, high nose. Light eyes, blue or green, can’t tell from the distance. But freaking pale he could feel the icicles dripping from them as they bore into Leon.
Black suit, red tie, dress shoes – disadvantage there – and… metallic briefcase in the right hand.
The man is capable of facial expression as his eyes crinkle with his smiling reply. “My name’s Nicholas Wentworth.”
“Rings no bell.”
He smiles again with soft huffs, this time showing off a perfect row of teeth. “It won’t.” His voice carries like the music of rills. “But you on the other hand, you’ve been ringing every bell in my life.”
Huh? “Excuse me, what?”
“I’m sorry, I’m just,” the stranger shakes his head, looking almost embarrassed as he smiles to himself in a way that looks so youthful, Leon remembers to ponder the age of this weird as hell bloke who seems to want something with him.
And what a mistake that is. The guy looks rather young which puzzles and rattles Leon even more for he can’t evaluate the situation to a perfect turn. He’s got a fluffy blond mane but slicked the way it is, he reminds Leon of all the pompous new-money his superiors love to invite annually for some more funds and tax-deductible donations.
Maybe he was trying to make himself look older with that hairstyle and that obsidian fabric so expensive it’s probably an offense to refer to it as a ‘black’ suit. Nevertheless, he clearly has some years under Leon – what’s with that clean-shaved, glowing skin even in the dim alley he seems to have oh-so-coincidentally stumbled across Leon in.
“Just so thrilled to finally meet you in person.” His grin is actually so freaking genuine Leon wants to recoil. Is this what celebrities feel when they come across a groupie? What’s the procedure in these kinds of situations? Leon can’t seem to recall a training for that.
But all of a sudden, all smiling lines drop and the pale eyes round into something akin to worry. “Oh, are you still favoring your left arm after that clean up job in the Bahamas?”
 Leon goes under water right then. His surroundings lose volume and his breath catches; he dares not glance down at his left hand holding the grocery bag—he dares not twitch.
Whoever this is, is officially a hazard.
And whoever this is, is not done being a hazard. “By the way, I’m sorry about Mathilda. I know you lost her on that last job. Such a shame. She went through quite some adventures with you.” The stranger talks as if he’s been chewing the fat with him for at least an hour!
“Who the fuck are you,” Leon demands with a flat tone.
The stranger gives him another one of his poised smiles as if everything is clear and simple and Leon is the dense one. “I’m your co-worker,” he allots with a dimpling smile, “we work in the same agency.”
At that moment, Leon doesn’t know if he should feel relieved or betrayed; all he knows is that he’s puzzling at breakneck speed. “Never seen you before.”  Of that he’s sure of. He’s always been good with faces - no way a quaint mug like this would slip past his attention.
“You wouldn’t,” the other confirms his doubts, “after all, only five people know of my existence there. Well, nine, if you count the people that know me without knowing what I do. The pilot, the janitor, Bobby from the cafeteria…”
“And what the hell do you do?” Leon cuts him off, unimpressed by the minute.
“You,” he says flippantly.
“What?”
“I do you.” He flashes his teeth again for a second, almost proud… Definitely proud.
What has he said again? He was thrilled to meet him? Yeah, he wasn’t lying about that bit. That’s ‘thrill’ if Leon’s ever seen it splattered on a face and it’s probably not the fun kind.
“I’m flattered but riddles don’t do it for me anymore. Try getting to the point and maybe you’ll get lucky.”
A small chuckle. “Too bad. I was being honest. You are… everything I do.”
Leon’s furrow deepens.
The stranger takes a visible inhale and close his eyes with it. When he opens them, a new expression is staring at Leon: firm, unsmiling, colder if that’s even possible by now. “I was hired to study you,” he states without preambles. “Every day for ten years I was served Leon Scott Kennedy for breakfast, lunch and dinner.” He tilts his head, narrow his eyes a smidgen and adds almost contemplatively. “I know everything about you.”
The phrase resonates inside the agent’s head like the vibrations of a bell.
Leon always thought nothing can shock or surprise him much anymore and yet, he never thought one sentence could hold its own weight against two decades of bioterror horrors.
“Who you are, what you are. How you fight, why you fight. How you walk, how you talk,” he raises an index finger to his temple, “how you think.” Then he shut his eyes and keeps on going as if in a recital. “I know about your missions, their wins and their casualties. I know what sets you off,” he opens back his sharp, pale eyes, “and what calms you down. I know your friends and your enemies and the ones in-between . I know the drinks you enjoy and the company you enjoy them with,” the man intimates with a cynical smile.
Leon is rooted to the spot with dread. A dread weighting cold in his gut and winding up around his esophagus, stealing away his repartee.
He stares at the man with wide eyes before finally uttering in one full breath, “You’re full of shit.”
“No, you’re full of shit,” the other man returns instantly and evenly, that cynical lip-quirk still plastered on his face like an animatronic on pause. “I can see the fear in your eyes but you know what real dread is, agent Kennedy? Real dread is knowing your thoughts lie to you even when you think you’re being honest. What you’re thinking right now, that this is bullshit, that I’m full of shit – it’s a lie and you’re slowly realizing it. No need to hide behind your own smokescreen, agent Kennedy.”
“I’m not hiding anywhere. You on the other hand, you look like you’ve been holed-up somewhere like a little stalking creep, doing your homework and waiting for the day you finally get to shine. Yeah, you look like you didn’t see a lot of sun. Were you kept in some crypt under a church or somethin’?”
The other man smiles and says with a lilt, “No, I was right under your nose. We actually crossed path once in the White House. It was during the thanksgiving celebration dinner when you were assigned to guard detail for the late President.” He scoffs. “That one didn’t turn so well, right? Don’t worry, I was there once and it was the only time I allowed myself to be that close to you. You looked… sulky.”
“You fucking creep…”  He doesn’t understand who or what the fuck is going on right now but Leon doesn’t even want to think about it; the only thing he knows for sure is that he’s going back from where he was coming from for some well-deserved answers.
“I get your anger. I’d be angry, too if I found out the very people I work and risk my life for pulled a clandestine operation behind my back. Then again, you never really trusted them either, did you? Why is that I wonder? Is it because they never stopped using you and abusing you like a fucking dog?”  
What did the Bible say again? The devil will look appealing to the eye; and in that moment, Leon has never been made more aware of that truth.
“And what does that make you? At least I wasn’t hired to spend years hiding somewhere, watching the life of someone else, if I even was to believe you. I think there’s a word the teens use for that: a nolife.”
“You’re wrong. I’m nothing like you. I know exactly what I’m doing while you never had a say in the matter.” His voice slowly takes a turn for the acerbic - still calm and composed but with an underlying venom that has always been there, waiting to be outright spewed. “Do you know what you’re called in the reports that aren’t meant for you? A great weapon. Or better yet, a pawn.” He shrugs as if to drive in the amount of disregard that last word carries on its own. “To be honest, I sympathized with your story. After all, you were literally kidnapped into this life? Your hand twisted by the president himself? And yet you never tried to jump ships?”
Leon balls his fists, nose flaring and feeling the red tendrils of rage overtake his senses.
“Ah, of course you couldn’t before because they had a bargaining chip over you head. But Sherry Birkin is all grown up now. An itsy-bitsy government agent herself. Hah, this life really does choose you and not the other way around. So what’s holding you? Do you like being their little pet so much? No, you wouldn’t be on SSRIs and Jack Daniel if you were. Or maybe… nothing’s holding you now and that’s why you’ve been snooping around and making calls here and there.”
When he finally stops talking, and Leon makes sure he’s really finished, he evenly snips. “What’s in the briefcase?”
The blond man narrows his eyes for a second as he scans Leon’s posture and shift a hand into his pants pocket. Leon carries but his gun is beneath his leather jacket zipped up to the neck. The man will beat him to it no matter what so Leon gets ready to dodge—only for it to be a pair of handcuffs, and Leon watches as he handcuffs the briefcase to his wrist before finally retorting, “None of your fucking business.”
And for once, Leon returns his scathing smile because that’s exactly what he wants to hear.
He just wants an excuse to lunge at this hazardous motherfucker.
To hell with methodical reasoning, he’ll deal with who and what the fuck this is later. For now—
He springs in with a readied punch that is instantly grabbed by one hand and knocked off with the other. Leon dodges the slap coming his way and goes for a knee in the crotch that is bluntly blocked, too. The blond man seizes the momentum of pushing away Leon and his knee by throwing two consecutive hooks, making Leon cross his arms over his face in the defensive.
The fucker is definitely a trained agent, Leon registers in the back of his head as he sustains the rapid onslaught of unrelating counterpunches. Finally, in a fresh impetus, the man swings and misses, making him slightly spin, which Leon immediately seizes up and drives for a kidney punch.
The wince he gets out of it is the best sound in the universe in that moment; Leon revels in it and follows instantly with his elbow dying to meet that smug face, too, but it’s caught before impact—so fast?! —and that bastard even dares to seize the opportunity of the hand clasping Leon’s forearm to try and toss Leon away.
But they seem to be of the same built and it turns into a deadlock of flailing limbs that has Leon aiming for a kick in the knee to throw off the man’s hold on him—kick that works in making the asshole hunch over but Leon doesn’t expect the retaliation to be so quick as he takes the – metallic – briefcase like an uppercut to the chin with enough force to make him spin.
That’s all the momentum the other man needs to effectively throw him off, this time with blunt kick to Leon’s small back, making the latter stumble away.
Mandible aching and ears ringing with adrenaline, Leon reaches for his zipper jacket—but the other man beats him to it as if not only in the business of meeting Leon even-steven but also in the business of reading his mind, and Leon is shocked with a bullet to the shoulder from behind, efficiently bringing him down.
 “Argh—” Leon jerks back, holding his bleeding shoulder.
“Go ahead, see how much time it’ll take you zip down your jacket and take out your gun before I put at least four bullets in your head,” the man says with his silencer still pointed at Leon, his suit jacket open, now, revealing the holster’s strap across his white dress shirt and tie.
“Go ahead then. Have a feelin’ you could’ve done it many times before,” Leon huffs derisively, “but I guess the leash you have on is cut from the same cloth.”
“I’m nothing like you,” he replies back with a venomous smile. “How can I study you for ten years and make the same mistakes. No, you’re in this on your own. I’m just the one who’s about to put a real end to your streak of good luck.”
Leon glowers at the silencer, trying to keep his head high despite the bleeding pain and the stiffening fear.
Is that it? Is this how he’s going to die? As a fed killed by another asshole fed?  
Well shit.
The fucker returns his glower just as much, his smiling pretenses long gone. If Leon doesn’t have other urgent things to process, he’d notice how weird that is. Leon would’ve sworn he was the type to smile or laugh psychopathically in a moment like this. But this guy looks like he’s acting on a personal vendetta.
It’s slight but Leon can see the fingers actually trembling around the gun – as if he’s trying very hard to withhold himself.
Leon doesn’t understand.
“But I’m not supposed to do so; at least not right now. Right now… you seem like you could need some help.” The gun stays pointed at him as the other hand fetches inside the suit jacket for a…is that a satellite phone?
“How about I call for some, huh?” The man asks with a renewed smile and start taping numbers on the device. As long as the gun is pointed at him, Leon can’t do much but stare in stark confusion and put pressure on his bleeding wound.
The stranger put the phone to his ear and wait, his icy eyes gleaming knowingly.
Just what the actual fuck is goin—
“Hello? Is this Chris Redfield?”
Leon’s eyes all but fall out of their sockets.
“… Who is this?”
“Hi, my name’s Nicholas Wentworth. I'm really sorry to bother you but do you know a certain Leon Kennedy?”
“… Leon?”
“Yes, I believe he’s your friend?” the man asks with a sympathetic tone while his eyes are piercing through Leon like arctic winds, leaving Leon’s frozen in shock.
“How did you—what’s going on?”
“CHRIS!” Leon shouts out, snapping out of his stupor. He can’t hear Chris but he’ll be damned if this motherfucker is bluffing at this point. His voice downright cracks with the sheer ferocity of his distress. “DON’T TRUST A WORD OF THIS SONOVABITCH!”
The uproar doesn’t faze the man on the phone in the slightest as he continues, “I think he needs your help. He’s been badly wounded from a gunshot and I thought you’d be the best person to contact.”
“Leon?!” Chris startles as he hears the unmistakable deep tone of voice. “Who the fuck is this?! Put Leon on!”
“CHRIS, HANG UP!”
“Of course. Here you go.” And he tosses the phone right away, stopping short of Leon’s legs. He then withdraws his gun and give Leon an obscure smile. “You’re welcome,” he says before turning away and walking away!
Leon is left watching the straight back retreat with big, wide eyes as he finally hears Chris’ bellows from the satellite phone. Leon reaches out to cut the transmission but Chris’ distressed voice pulls at his heartstrings in the last moment.
He doesn’t have it in him to leave him out in the cold and so distressed like this.
Pain flares up inside him again from all the physical and mental turmoil he went through in the span of all thirty minutes and clicks on the speaker. “Chris…”
“Leon!”
“In the flesh,” he tries to sing-songs but it comes as just a pitiful groan. He starts to stand up to finally tend to his wound.
“Are you alright?! What the fuck is going on?! Talk to me!”
“’M talkin’. Don’t be a worrywart now. It’s in the shoulder, I know how to deal with it. Kinda having déjà vu, right now,” he says the last part as a grumble to himself.
“What? What’s in the shoulder?!”
“The bullet. Didn’t you hear anything that was said?”
“Don’t start with me, Leon, I’m completely out of my depth right now!”
Aw. Cute.
It may not be actually so bad to have Chris’ voice droning as background noise while he gives himself emergency first aids. 
“Okay, okay. Hold on a sec, lemme get—ugnh, comfortable.” He snatches his grocery bag and leans against the wall, hidden behind a dumpster.  
“Leon, call 911, get an ambulance!”
“No, it’s a bullet so they’ll want answers. That’ll bring me to the DSO and I can’t have that.” Speaking of, Leon asseses his wound and notices that the bullet is still inside. “Fuck—” he grits angrily. That’s going to be a bigger pain in the ass. He fetches the vodka from the bag, thanking the gods for swift openings. First, a big swig.
“What? Why? What’s going on with the DSO?”
The strong alcohol sets his nerves down at least. “You know we’re having this nice chitchat on that sonovabitch’s phone, right?” He opens his jacket and fetches his key chain first. It’s made of a pocket knife.
“The—is it a satellite phone?”
“Mm-hm.” They both know satellite phones are not full-proof either, not without the right precautions.
“Fuck, how did they know?!”
“He knows.” Leon corrects without delving too much, trying to focus on even breathings and tearing a good stripe of his henley with the blade.  
“Who is he?”
“No fuckin’ clue. I hope you’re packing from wherever you are right now. Tracking people down seems to be this fucker’s forte.” He can hear Chris’ famous unhappy grumbles and grouses made under his breath as he soaks the stripe of cloth in alcohol and close it on his wound.
The hiss he makes seems to tear Chris away from his barrage of questions. “Okay, Leon, listen to me, I don’t know who this bastard is or what’s his motive, but I’m gonna find a way to reach out—”
“Chris, no, you’ll compr—”
“No, listen to me, I’ll find a safe way. Then we’ll finish this conversation. Got it?”
“Ngh… Whatever you say, boss...”
“You see to your wound and heal yourself. That’s the most important right now. Understood?”
Leon can’t help but smile. Chris Redfield sure is a leader of troupes through and through. Somehow, even if Leon never likes being patronized around by hierarchy, it never feels the same way when it comes from Chris Redfield.
Yeah, ‘somehow’. Just say you’re fucking biased, Kennedy because you fucked the man a few times and you liked it every time it happened.
But Chris’ care always feels overwhelmingly genuine – even when it’s only an inflection in a voice coming from a thousand miles away. He knows Chris cares about him. That’s his only certainty when it comes to their intimate ‘situation’ after all.
And so Leon smiles despite the burning pain because the flutters in his gut is pretty hilarious giving his current situation. “Sir yes sir.” When nothing from the phone comes right away, he feels obliged to add more seriously—more softly, “Okay, don’t worry about me, you know I can handle this.”
Seems like that’s what the other end of the line was waiting to hear because a reply is finally heard. “Good. I know you can, Kennedy. Remember what you told me that time about your obsession?”
My obsession is to break away from all of this.
“Yeah.”
“Remember my answer?”
Well, I’ll be here. Whenever you need me.
“Yeah.”
“Kill this phone now, and stay sharp.”
“Roger.”
Leon can hear an intake of breath—shaky.
“Over and out.”
Leon turns off the satellite phone but keeps it close. He feels a sense of levity despite the sweat dripping off his forehead and he knows it’s all because he got to talk to Chris. Chris Redfield is everyone’s rock and he desperately needs something like that right now. He’s a man of his word, too and he’s alive – which is actually a deep-seated worry he’s been carrying within his bones for God knows how long.
So all must be good, right?
He’s not alone.
Leon bites another stripe of cotton and uses his knife to rip it from his poor, tattered shirt.
Scriitch.
He’s not fucking—
He rolls it on top of the first bandage to stop the bleeding and makes a tight knot using his teeth.
—Alone!
“Hah… Hah… Fuck.”
Leon knocks back another mouthful of vodka and gathers his stuff. He needs to get home now as quick as possible before the bandages lose their pressure. He also needs to wait for whatever Chris’ going to do and think things through and he can’t do the latter in the comfort of the cobblestones beneath his ass.
This ain’t over, motherfucker.
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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Mukami Prologue
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ー The scene starts on the way home from school
Yui: ( I completely lost track of time while busy finishing all of my duties for the day (1) )
( I’m hungry as well, so I better hurry home...Ah! )
Hey, Ruki-kun!
Ruki: ...
Yui: ( Huh? I guess he didn’t hear me? )
ー Yui runs up to him
Yui: ...Ruki-kun?
Ruki: ...Aah, it’s you. My bad. I was a bit lost in thought.
Yui: Thinking about tonight’s dinner, perhaps?
Ruki: ...As if.
Yui: R-Right...! I’m a little hungry right now, so it just blurted out...
Ruki: ...You sure are carefree, aren’t you?
I’ll make pot-au-feu tonight. You should come grocery shopping with me.
Yui: S-Sure.
( ...I wonder if something is weighing down heavy on his mind? )
( He seemed a little out of it when I called out to him... )
ー The scene shifts to the supermarket 
Yui: Check it out. They’ve got a food fair going on. 
Seems like they’ve got fresh vegetables straight from the farm. Why don’t we use this opportunity to buy from the...
Ruki: ...
Yui: ...Ruki-kun? 
Ruki: Ah...Right. Guess I’ll go have a look.
ー He walks away
Yui: ( I can’t help but feel like something is up with Ruki-kun today... )
( He keeps spacing out, I wonder what’s wrong with him? )
*TIMESKIP*
Ruki: ...They’re all organic, huh?
*Rustle* 
Ruki: I have to admit, they seem to be on par with the vegetables and fruits from Yuma’s garden. 
...
Yui: ( I can’t imagine that a Vampire such as Ruki-kun would be sick but... )
( I can’t help but be worried about him... )
...Is something the matter? Are you feeling a bit under the weather, perhaps?��
Ruki: No, that’s not it. It’s just ... ーー
*Rustle* 
Ruki: ...
Yui: ( He’s staring intently at the apple in his hand...? )
Ruki: ...Yui. Do you like your life here?
Yui: Of course I do.
...Ah, if you’re worried about the fact that I’m Eve, that has already been...
( I heard that the Sakamaki brothers have inherited Karlheinz-san’s powers but... )
( Right now, I would much rather stay together with the Mukami family. )
( I wonder if Ruki-kun was worried about me because of that...? )
Ruki: I see... ーー !? 
ー Somebody bumps into Ruki
*Thud* 
???: ーー !
*Thud*
Yui: ( Ah, the apple fell on the floor... )
Ruki: ーー Watch out. Look at where you’re going.
???: Ah, my bad.
*Rustle* 
???: I’ll buy this apple. ...Problem solved, right?
Ruki: No thank you. I’ll be buying that oーー
*Rustle* 
ー The mysterious guy takes a bite of the apple
*Chomp*
???: Nn...Nom...
Ahaha! Too bad! I already took a bite out of it!
Ruki: ...
Yui: ( He’s kind of creepy. He looks to be around the same age as us though... )
( Besides...I’m kind of worried about the man who has been standing behind him the whole time, staring directly at us. )
( Could they be friends? Or his older brother perhaps...? )
???: ...
Yui: ( ...Our eyes met!? )
Yuma: ーー Nn?
ー Yuma walks up to them
Yuma: What’s up, my dudes? Whatcha doin’ over here? 
Yui: Yuma-kun...!
Ruki: Where do I even begin? This guy... ーー
...
Yui: ( The boy from earlier just vanished...!? )
( The guy standing behind him as well... )
Yuma: God, you’re makin’ zero sense. There’s nobody here.
Ruki, could it be that the exhaustion is gettin’ to ya and you’ve begun hallucinatin’? 
Ruki: There’s no way...
Yui: E-Exactly. I saw that boy as well after all...
Yuma: Hmm. Is that so?
...But Ruki, for real mate, are ya alright?
If there’s anythin’ ya wanna share with us, hurry up and tell me already.
Ruki: There’s nothing, really. 
Yuma: ...
Ruki: ...I’ll go pay for our groceries. You guys should wait outside. 
ー Ruki walks away
Yuma: ーー Ah, oi!
Yui: ( Ruki-kun... )
Yuma: Haah...God, I’ve got myself one handful of a big bro. 
*Rustle* 
Yuma: Anyway, let’s step out for now just like Ruki told us. I’m sure ya get exhausted from bein’ ‘round all these people as well, right?
Yui: T-Thanks. But are you sure? Didn’t you come here for a reason...?
Yuma: Don’t worry ‘bout me. Since we ran into each other anyway, I’ll at least carry yer bags.
...Seems like Ruki already has plenty of worries of his own after all.
Yui: ( ...! Yuma-kun noticed... )
Yeah, thanks.
*TIMESKIP*
ー The scene shifts back to the road
Yui: ...Haah. 
( Ruki-kun is taking an awfully long time... )
Yuma: ーー Idiot. 
ー He flicks her forehead
*Smack* 
Yui: Ow...!? 
Yuma: Ya think that frown of yers will solve anythin’?
Yui: I-I guess you’re right. I’m sorry, Yuma-kun...
Yuma: ...But ya know what it is? Ruki tends to always keep everythin’ to himself.
I don’t understand what’s so bad ‘bout askin’ his brothers or you for advice tho. 
Yui: Yeah...
Yuma: I can’t really relate to that. But I guess it can’t be helped since it hasn’t been that long since that guy kicked the bucket, huh...?
Yui: ...
Monologue
Ever since Karlheinz-san,
has passed away,
Ruki-kun’s started behaving somewhat oddly. 
Of course, he considers him not just his life savior,
but also a father figure,
so we can hardly blame him for it...
However, I can’t help but feel,
that rather than him grieving over his death,
he seems distressed in some way.
Karlheinz-san’s overwhelming powers,
as well as the position of Vampire King,
right now...they have been entrusted to the Sakamaki brothers.
That might also be something,
which weighs down heavy on Ruki-kun’s mind.
Because the Mukami brothers,
were never even given the right,
to inherit his powers or the throne. 
That was proven by the fact,
that they did not qualify,
to become Adam.
ーー Furthermore,
if you also consider the fact that I am Eve.
Then it only makes sense,
that it is my destiny to one day,
get together with whoever succeeds to become Adam amongst the Sakamaki brothers.
Yui: ( ...Still, I no longer intend to live my life as Eve. )
( It is the Mukami family who truly matters to me after all... )
Yuma: ーー Oh. Seems like he’s finally on his way.
Oi, don’t be spacin’ out now. Let’s go. 
Yui: Y-Yeah...!
*TIMESKIP*
ー The scene shifts to the shopping district
Yuma: ...Is somethin’ goin’ on?
Yui: Yeah...I wonder what it is?
( A crowd of girls is holding their phone up to the sky and taking pictures? )
Ruki: Seems like that live broadcast (2) is to blame.
Yui: That is...Kou-kun!?
( Seems like it’s a commercial for some kind of mobile game. Kou-kun’s face is displayed on all of the screens. )
( Kou-kun’s so amazing. He really is incredibly popular...! )
Yuma: I feel like I haven’t seen his face in a while.
Ruki: ...It’s true that Kou has been passionately devoting himself to his job as of late. 
He stays away from home for extended periods of time more frequently than before. I will not deny that, however...
Yui: ( ...It does feel a little lonely. We haven’t seen him for a few days now. )
( I miss him. )
ー Somebody suddenly covers her eyes
*Rustle* 
Yui: ーー Kyah!?
???: Fufu, guess who?
Yui: T-This voice...
ー Kou suddenly shows up in front of her
Kou: Hey there, M-neko-chan~
You weren’t there when I got back home, so I came all the way here to look for you. 
Anyway, Ruki-kun! Those bags...Are the groceries for tonight’s dinner inside of there!? 
Ruki: Yes, exactly.
Kou: Are you perhaps making Vongole Bianco to treat me after all of my hard work!?
Ruki: ...We’re having pot-au-feu tonight.
Kou: Ehー? Rude! Why!?
Yuma: Hehe. Suck it up, mate. 
Ruki: Maybe you should let me know when you will be back if you want to eat your preferred menu.
I wouldn’t go out of my way to cook Vongole Bianco when you’re not eating with us.
Kou: ...Fine.
Anyway...Where is Azusa-kun? He’s not with you guys?
Yui: Yeah. We all just kind of ran into each other by sheer coincidence...
Kou: Which means that Azusa-kun might be sitting all alone at home right now?
Hmー We better hurry home quickly or things could get sticky...
Yuma: Right. That guy tends to really take that sorta thing to heart...
Yui: Really?
Ruki: Enough with the chit-chat. Let’s go home already.
*TIMESKIP*
ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall of the Mukami manor
Azusa: Welcome home, guys.
Yui: We’re back, Azusa-kun. Sorry it took us so long...
Azusa: No. It’s fine...
Still, how nice you all got to walk home together...
Yui: ( ...This feels a little awkward. It wasn’t the intention to leave him out. )
Yuma: Don’t take it to heart, Azusa. We just happened to run into each other.
Kou: Exactly! I managed to spot them at the perfect time from inside the car because Yuma-kun’s so tall!
So it’s not like we were trying to avoid you on purpose, you see? Right, Ruki-kun. 
Ruki: Of course. Don’t ask such silly questions.
Azusa: ...Yeah. Thanks, guys.
Yui: ( Thank god. Seems like he’s smiling again. )
*TIMESKIP*
ー The scene shifts to the dining room
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Kou: Nn...Nom...Nnh...
Nn~ Delicious! Nothing beats Ruki-kun’s home-cooking! Ahー! Yuma-kun!
*Cling*
Yuma: Nn...Aah? What?
Kou: Over there on your fork! Don’t go snatching the chicken from my plate!
Yuma: As if I’d be so crazy as to eat anythin’ from yer plate. This piece was always mine. 
Kou: Ehー? You’re lying! I’m positive about it!
Ruki: ーー Kou, Yuma. I’d appreciate it if you could try and dine in peace.
Why don’t you try and learn from Azusa and Yui’s table manners a little? 
Yui: Eh? M-Mine...?
( I don’t think mine are good enough to set an example... )
Azusa: Here, Eve. This is for you...
It’s a slice of carrot cut into the shape of a heart...Isn’t it cute?
Yui: Fufu. Thank you, Azusa-kun.
Yuma: ...Haah. So we just gotta watch how Azusa flaunts his charm offensive.
Kou: I’ll just enjoy my meal...
*Cling* 
Yui: ( It’s so much fun to eat all together. )
( If only these kinds of peaceful moments could last forever... )
*TIMESKIP*
Kou: ...Phew, I’m completely stuffed!
Azusa: Kou, you made a mess around the table. You have to clean up after yourself...
Kou: Hey, Ruki-kun.
Ruki: ...
Kou: Ruki-kun...?
Yui: ( He’s acting the same as before. )
Ruki: ...I’m sorry for not speaking up sooner.
...There is actually something I have to tell you guys.
Yui: Eh...?
Monologue
With a complicated expression on his face,
Ruki-kun delivered the news to us. 
The information we received,
was reported to him by his Familiars...
ーー As we speak, their old home Eden,
is at risk of falling into ruin.
The others were at a loss of words,
by this sudden revelation. 
The current situation,
in which Karlheinz-san has passed away,
and his powers were inherited by his sons of the Sakamaki family,
is having its effects on Eden itself.
On top of that, it appears that this state of disarray,
has led the Founders amongst other Demon species,
to start making concrete plans,
to steal the sovereignty over the Demon World away from them. 
ーー The Demon World is amidst a true crisis right now.
Yui: ...No way...
( I can’t believe that Eden, the place they spent so much time, is about to be lost. )
( On top of that...The Sakamaki brothers are being targeted by many other Demons, aren’t they? )
( What to do? )
Kou: ーー Don’t worry, M-neko-chan. I mean, it’s none of our concern, is it?
We don’t owe those guys anything, so we don’t need to worry about them either, right?
Yui: ...Ugh...
Ruki: I agree. However...
That place which was known to be the epicentre of all magic was truly a Paradise.
Knowing that someone might overtake and destroy it is just very difficult for me to accept...
Kou: Ah...
Yui: ( Makes sense. I’m sure that place holds many memories for them... )
( I suppose that’s the reason why he had been acting off for a while now. )
Yuma: ーー But ya know, it’s not like that place is still a home for us to return to, right...?
In that case...
Azusa: I disagree...
Yui: Azusa-kun?
Azusa: I won’t deny...That this might not be the Eden we once knew.
But still...That place is filled with memories we shared with Karlheinz-sama and one another.
That’s why...I don’t think we can say it’s none of our concern.
Yuma: Azusa...
Ruki: ...
Kou: Right...
*TIMESKIP*
ー The scene shifts to the living room
*Thud* 
Yui: ...Haah...
( In the end, dinner time ended without coming to a consensus... )
( But...Everyone’s having a hard time deciding because I’m here with them, right...? )
( Even though I have what it takes to become Eve. )
( I chose to stay here at the Mukami manor instead of remaining with the Sakamaki’s where a possible Adam resides... )
( Even though it was my own decision to be here... )
( It’s possible that the Sakamaki brothers are misunderstanding the situation and they think that it’s the Mukami family forcing me to do so and not giving me the chance to escape. )
( I mean...I’m kind of necessary...as an important factor for one of them to be able to awaken as Adam... )
( So if we go to Eden, it might not be easy to get them to work together... )
I wonder if it’s right for me to be here...?
ー Azusa approaches her
Azusa: Ah, Eve...
Yui: Azusa-kun, what’s wrong?
Azusa: I’m worried about you. I couldn’t leave you alone now...
*Rustle* 
Azusa: This is...our personal issue. So there’s no reason for you to stress out over it.
Yui: Azusa-kun...
Azusa: Everything will be okay. So...Smile, please?
Yui: ...Thank you.
Kou: Ahーah. Azusa-kun stole all the glory. 
Yui: Kou-kun...
Kou: This is our own decision. 
If we want to gain something, then we have to give up something else in exchange.
...We’re all well aware of that, so you did nothing wrong, okay?
Yui: ...
Yuma: ...Haah. What’s with all the long faces?
It’s not set in stone that Eden will go to shit, right?
I’m sure there’s still plenty of stuff we can do, even if we can’t protect it directly? 
Ruki: ...I guess we truly are brothers. We end up all sharing the same thoughts, whether we want to or not. 
Azusa: Ruki...You were all worried about Eve...?
Yuma: Guess so. Can’t really turn yer back to someone who’s obviously feelin’ depressed, right?
Yui: Thanks, you guys...But I still think that...
Ruki: You want us to protect Eden?
Yui: ...
Ruki: ...In that case, I have a good suggestion.
I agree that everything comes at a price. 
That is simply this world’s logic. And I don’t want to disregard that.
...However, I want to have the best of both worlds. 
Yui: Eh...?
Kou: Wait, Ruki-kun!? Are you being for real!?
Ruki: Yes, of course. 
I don’t plan on letting those Sakamaki’s have her. Of course, we’ll also keep Eden safe. 
...I’m sure that’s how you all feel deep down as well, isn’t it? 
Yuma: Hehe. As to be expected of Ruki.
Kou: Now we’re talking!
Azusa: Yeah...!
Ruki: Well then, we’ll leave this place tomorrow morning. Go and get your own things packed until then. 
Yui: ...!
ー The screen fades to black
Yui: ( I had already made my resolve. )
( That no matter what happens, I refuse to leave himーー )
[ CHOOSE RUKI ] [ CHOOSE KOU ] [ CHOOSE YUMA ] [ CHOOSE AZUSA ]
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(1) At Japanese schools, they often do not employ (many) janitorial or cleaning staff. Instead, the students themselves are in charge of cleaning the classrooms, wiping the blackboard after classes, taking documents to the faculty room, etc. This is called 日直 or ‘nicchoku’ which literally means ‘day-duty’. Every day or week, other students are in charge of doing these tasks. 
(2) Ruki uses the term ‘aurora vision’, which refers to the large TV screens you will often see on the sides of skyscrapers and other high buildings in big Japanese cities. They usually broadcast commercials and such.
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elenavampire21 · 7 months
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My first Roy Miller fic, again anyone under 18 🔞 shouldn’t read as it full of smut 🥵 @helloitstsyu @youlightmeupfinnn
Special vacation with Roy Miller
It was a very sunny morning as the sun shown through the bedroom window it casted shadows on the floor. You would think the bedroom would be quiet but the room was filled with passionate noises and groans. Y/n was gripping onto the bedsheets as Roy pounded into her “aah fuck god I love you but Roy aren’t we gonna miss our flight” Roy moaned as he thrusted into her “don’t worry our flight isn’t in till 3:30 so I have loads of time to keep fucking you”.
Y/n and Roy have only been dating for five months and Roy had suggested they go on a vacation. Little did y/n know but Roy was secretly hiding a little velvet red ring box he’s been planning the perfect way to pop the question but has always been super busy or y/n was busy teaching her ballet students. As the passionate noises and creaking of the bed got louder Roy and y/n were sweating but kisses with tongues and had lust in their eyes the noise of their bodies and the creaking of the bed to be heard from their bedroom. Y/n wrapped her legs round Roy pulling him closer into her. Roy had never felt this much love until he met Y/n one night at a local bar and he instantly fell in love with her eyes and the little cute giggle she would do if he told her something funny from that day he instantly had a feeling she was the only person he’d love to spend the rest of his life with and now here they are dating for five months now and he’s ready to commit to having a wife.
As they both began to feel each other getting closer Roy have on last thrust and both Roy and y/n cummed and where panting heavily Roy slowly slipped out of y/n and pulled her in for a cuddle to eventually get their breaths back y/n looked up at Roy “should i pack anything special or fancy to our vacation” Roy thought for a while them smirked “well darling you could definitely pack that sexy red bikini I got you for our first date”. Y/n instantly blushed at the memory of his coming home and handing her the bag and her pulling out the red bikini and Roy demanding a fashion show she headed to the bedroom and walked back out wearing the bikini and gave Roy a little twirl only for it to be on for a few seconds before it ended up thrown across the floor as Roy instantly took y/n for a lustful yet exciting and best couch sex they’ve had since being together. After they finished have sex Roy and y/n got washes and dresses ready to head to the airport of course y/n choose a loose flowing summer dress that accentuated both her figure and shows off a little cleavage too. Roy knew Y/n deliberately chose that dress as it does something to him and he gets this sudden feral urge to rip it off her. Roy on the other hands chose to wear a casual pair of shorts and a plain blue vest top that shows of his muscular toned abs and 6 pack They had both packed and loaded there suitcases into the car. Roy opened y/NS door for her then headed to the driver’s side and started the car and was driving to the airport. Y/n looked over at Roy and instantly thought what did she do to find someone who loves her the way Roy loves her. They eventually got to the airport and Roy parked the car and went straight to open Y/n’s door, she still had absolutely no idea where Roy was taking her all he said to her was “it’s a romantic surprise darling” they got both suitcases out of the car and headed into the airport and checked in their luggage and were sitting to be called for their flight. Roy intwined his hands with Y/n’s and he gave the back of her hand a gentle kiss and he leaned in and whispered “I love you and can’t wait for you to see your surprise” y/n smiled as she loved when he would give her little kisses on her hand or occasionally play with her hair y/n layed her head onto his shoulder and felt happy. Roy was still feeling a little nervous about how the proposal will go and if she’d even say yes but he know y/n was the right girl for him and someone he could live the rest of his life with maybe even have children. Once their flight was announced Roy and y/n both stood up and Roy wrapped an arm round y/n’s waist and headed for the plane they got allocated to the seats and both sat down, y/n instantly put a hand of Roy’s thigh and gave it a little squeeze. Their last flight half way through ended up with them both sneaking off to have a quickie in the bathroom. Y/n continued to tease Roy by moving her hand even further up and gently brushing against his crotch, Roy gave y/n a serious face than told her she will get punished later for being a bad girl.
Roy whispered “babe stop it not here or I’ll have to punish you later, just wait until the air hostess bring us a blanket then we can have fun but you’ll have to be quiet can’t have everyone knowing just how needy my girl is. Y/n and Roy had a very exciting flight both of them trying to desperately holding back their moans as both made one another cum so hard. When they got off the plane and grabbed their suitcases Roy had arranged for a hired car and put their things into the boot and then drove to a secret little beach with privately owned houses little did y/n but Roy has secretly bought this beach house. Y/n walked up to the house and stood on the decking looking at the beach “so this is my surprise vacation wait this whole beach isn’t just all for us right”. Roy smiled “well technically I should probably come clean this whole beach and the house is actually our I put in an offer last week it’s all ours”. Y/n walked up and wrapped arms round his neck “you really are a man of many talents, you said this beach was all ours”. She slowly walked her hand down his chest. He smirks “yes babe it’s all ours now I want you to get inside and take off that dress and get into that red bikini and meet me by the hammock as I’ve got another amazing little gift” y/n runs inside and strips off revealing that she was actually wearing the red bikini underneath her dress and she walks out their own private doors and heads to the hammock where Roy is sitting in. “Did you secretly have that on the whole time well I’ve got something very important I need to ask you” Roy slowly bend down onto one knee and pulled out the little velvet red ring box opened it to reveal a beautiful sapphire ring “y/n for the moment I first saw you at that bar I instantly knew you were the girl I wanted to spend every moment with and I can’t believe we’ve been dating for five months now and you are the woman I wanna start our own little family so would you do me the huge honour of becoming Mrs Y/M miller will you marry me” y/n stood there completely shocked and crying “Roy that’s the stupidest question of course I’d 100% marry you I just can’t believe you’ve kept this from me this whole time” he slips the ring onto her finger then he gently lays her down onto the sand where he hovers over her slowly unclipping her bikini top and their passionately kissing with tongue as moaning comes out from both of them Roy moves his hand down to squeeze both her tits then he quickly removes her bikini panties and gently slips one finger inside her. They stop kissing when Roy goes to kiss her neck, y/n lets out this loud moan when Roy starts moving his finger inside her “ugh fuck guess we can celebrating our engagement”. Roy smiled and he began to finger her a bit more quicker “we’ve got heaps of time to celebrate and this isn’t the only place I’ll be pleasuring you we still have the couch,bed and kitchen work too that all needs to be christened” he smirks
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Can i ask for a johnny x reader were reader is super short like 5’1 and apart of the jackass crew And do crazy stunts
A/N: I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! I hope you enjoy reading this and I'll be willing to do some hcs and whatnot for something like this. I also have a few of my own ideas lined up that I'll post later today about what I'm working on. ALL RIGHT, ENOUGH! ENJOYYY <3
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Summary: Just another day on set with your beloved lover Johnny Knoxville, filled with countless teasing and stupidly cute remarks
Pairing: Reader x Johnny Knoxville - Gender is not mentioned
Contains: swearing, stupid stunts, cheeky little kiss, teasing (all in good fun!!)
𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭
The sun was blazing hot and burning everything in its path. Sadly you had to be out filming with the rest of the Jackass guys in this unbearable weather but your boyfriend made it all worth it.
Johnny Knoxville.
You guys have been together for nearly a year now and it's been nothing but amazing. He's the most caring and attentive boyfriend you could ever ask for and he loved you to pieces. Everything about you screamed perfection to him. Nothing on Gods green earth could change his mind about that and he could never pick something that he loved the most about you. Everything was just beautiful... but if he did have to choose, it would be your ridiculously short height.
Johnny wasn't short and tended to use his height to his advantage and you being 5"1 was a blessing. God, he loves how he can pick you up without breaking a sweat which always seems to leave you speechless no matter how many times he's done it. He loves holding your hand and seeing just how small you are compared to him. This feeling was mutual between the two of you since you adored his tall figure and how he always made you feel safe with how much taller he was.
You were broken away from your thoughts from your boyfriend picking you up from behind, causing you to squeal as his booming laugh sounded in your ear. Although it was roasting, it was nice to feel Johnny's arm wrap around your waist... it wasn't as nice being lifted into the air though.
"Aah! Johnny, put me down!" you giggled, throwing your arms and legs about. Chuckling, Knoxville placed you onto the floor and spun you around to face you. It was only now that you took in his appearance. He was completely shirtless and wore a pair of jeans with his signature sunglasses covering his eyes. "Hello doll, miss me?" He asked smugly. You lightly slapped his chest while rolling your eyes.
"We live together dumbass, I saw you this morning" You smiled, looking up at Knoxville. It was moments like these that you favoured and valued. Just you and him. No worries. Unfortunately, Tremaine had to ruin the mood. "Hey Y/n, got something lined up for you today" He called while trotting towards you and Johnny. "It's nothing too bad and I think you'll be very appreciative of this one too since it involves water"
Exhaling out of relief, you grabbed a hold of Johnny's hand and smiled at Jeff. "So what is it that I'll be doing today then?". Tremaine then quickly skimmed back through his notes before handing you a sheet of paper. "Here, it's all on there for you." He paused for a minute to look behind you and Johnny. "I can see Dunn and Bam making their way over so I'll see you both later for filming." Jeff said before walking off. Both you and Johnny then looked down at the sheet of paper to see the title "Baby pool" with the small diagram of someone sitting in a push-chair getting pushed down a hill and then effectively launching them into the pool below.
"Is the only reason I'm being picked for this because I'm 5 foot nothing?" You asked sternly to Knoxville, looking at him with straight face which didn't really last long due to the massive smile plastered on his face. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I don't think anyone else would be able to fit in a pram except for Wee Man but he's not doing stunts today from the injury of his last stunt." Johnny told you, trying to show sympathy when in reality this would be the funniest thing. "Plus, if you weren't this small I wouldn't be able to do this" Johnny explained while slowly resting his arm on top of your head. "Ugh Knoxville, not again! I'm not an armrest!" You claimed, crossing your arms over your chest while Johnny just chuckled. "Yeah... but you're my armrest and also you're my favourite armrest." The next thing you know, Dunn was right next to you handing you a pacifier and diaper while resting his arm on top of Johnny's which was still resting on your head. "Get changing L/N" He spoke with a laugh.
This was humiliating. You were now stood in your trailer looking into your full body mirror taking in how you looked. The bright pink pacifier was tied to some string and was dangling down your neck, resting on the top piece of your bikini while the diaper rested on your hips. This was utterly ridiculous and you were sure as hell going to give the guys hell for this. Walking out of the trailer, you were immediately scooped up by Knoxville effortlessly, one arm under your legs while the other arm rested on your back so he was now practically cradling you. On top of that, Dunn and Bam were pretending to fall asleep on each other while Steve-o sung a lullaby. The rest of the Jackass members were just laughing at this scene
"Let. Me. Go" You protested as you struggled to get out of your boyfriends grip. Although it took a while, he did finally let you down but not without laughing. You had to admit it was quite funny hearing the rest of the group laughing, even if it was borderline embarrassing. Once the giggles died down, you made your way over to the push-chair that was awaiting you. You quickly got in and surprisingly fit without feeling too squished. Soon enough, Pontius was behind you with Steve-o, Wee man, Dunn and Bam and ready to push you down the hill while Knoxville, Ehren, Dave and Preston.
"I'm so glad I didn't have to do this one." Wee man giggled while Steve-o laughed at him comment. "Thanks Wee-man" You replied sarcastically, trying to hold back a smile. Right, I'm doing this. As soon as the camera was in place and you were given the signal, you took a deep breath. "Hey I'm Y/n L/n and this is Baby Pool!" You declared before turning to look down the hill. Pontius then pulled the pram back slightly before launching it down the hill, sending you on a rocky ride. It felt completely unsafe and unstable like most Jackass stunts but that's what made it Jackass. You were making a speeding journey to the ramp and closed your eyes as you felt yourself get launched.
You then felt yourself submerged in water but also felt as your head and ass slammed into the hard floor below. There would definitely be some bruising for sure. Soon enough you heard the rounds of applause from the group at the top of the hill and the ones next to you. Smirking, you got up but then winced at the pain from your harsh landing on both your ass and head . Noticing this, Johnny was quick to your aid and grabbed your hands.
"Hey Sweetheart, you okay?" He asked insanely worried and instantly scanning over you for any other injuries you may have, cupping your face in his hands. You just groaned while leaning into his touch to which he picked you up and began carrying you to the medics in the ambulance.
While the medics were checking you over, Johnny was right by your side making sure you were okay and doing anything he could to help you feel better. After what felt like hours, the medics told you that it was only a slight concussion and nothing too serious but to take it easy. During your time in the back of the ambulance, the rest of the Jackass crew had filmed enough footage for the day and now Johnny was walking with you to Steve-o and Pontius. "Hey guys." You called waving, making sure to keep your voice down due to your headache "Hey there short-stack, you feelin' any better?" Steve-o asked while throwing you a concerned smile. "Yeah I think so... and don't call me short-stack" You glared at him and before he could respond, you felt someone's arm beginning to rest on your head gently. All you did was stare right at Knoxville and soon enough his arm was being removed from the top of your head then landing a quick kiss on your lips.
"Sorry sugar, just couldn't help it"
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azurecrystalz · 1 year
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[Translation] Spider / A Nightmare Downtown 2
Rinne: C'mon, pick up the pace~. We're almost there. Aren't we, like, super behind schedule? Seriously, why is it taking so long for us to get there?
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HiMERU: If you don't know who's the number one reason for that, then HiMERU would be impressed. Amagi, you kept taking detours and fooled around with HiMERU and the others, so that was likely what caused the delay.
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Niki: What a pain. The distance from the cafe to the arcade is really not that far. Ah. While saying that, I think I saw the building with the arcade. Nn? By the way, I haven't seen any signs of Kohaku-chan for a while?
Kohaku: .....
Niki: Whoops. He was right behind me~. He was being so quiet I didn't even realize it.
Kohaku: .........
Niki: Kohaku-chan? Can you hear me?
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Kohaku: ! A-ah...sorry, I was just a little spaced out.
Niki: Umm...Kohaku-chan, I don't know what's wrong but...are you alright? We're almost at the arcade. If you don't want to do this--
Kohaku: Niki-han, what are you talking about? I'm fine. I'm the same as I've always been. Yupyup. My heart's always as calm as the wind. That's how it's always been, and today's not any different. Koh-koh-koh~
Niki: Uuun. If you say so, Kohaku-chan, then it's fine...but you seriously don't have to push yourself too hard. It's just one of Rinne-kun's ideas after all. He wants our attention, so he's been trying to pull us into his plans.
Kohaku: That's why. Like I said, I'm not pushing myself. Aah! I'm really excited for it! C'mon, let's go!
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Kohaku: ...Here it is. That's the haunted house...
Niki: Ohh~... It's more serious than I'd thought it'd be. Since it's in an arcade, I thought it'd be more kids-sized.
HiMERU: It's said that the haunted house is small, but they were aiming for realism. They even asked a famous haunted house producer to work on it.
Kohaku: ! J-Just now, did you hear a scream coming from inside there? Ah, there it is again!
HiMERU: A lot of screams can be heard from inside.
Rinne: Ohhh. Their reputation is the real deal, that's great. I took time to come all the way out here on my day off. It'd be boring if a haunted house wasn't scary. Everyone got their tickets~? C'mon, c'mon. Let's go~.
HiMERU: --Understood. Please don't push, Amagi. It's dark, and finding your footing is uncertain.
Niki: I know that a lot of these haunted houses have jumpscares and stuff~. I'm not scared, but I don't want to get jumpscared and use up energy. I'll get hungry again.
Kohaku: Ah. H-hang on a sec--
Kohaku: (What's with those guys...! Aren't they scared at all?! Are their hearts made of steel?! So that's why they don't have any sense of tact! I get it now! Everyone's already gone in so fast, I need to catch up...it's okay. We'll be in and out in an flash! It'll only take a second, and then it'll be over. I'll beeee fiiiiiiine!)
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Kohaku: (Augh...it's pitch black! I've never heard of anything like this before. It's much darker than I expected! Even the zakishirou I was in was way better than this!?)
Rinne: Scaaaary! It's pitch black. If a ghost was to pop out of a place like this, Rinne-kun would be soooo frightened~!
Niki: You say that...but Rinne-kun you don't look scared one bit.
HiMERU: Shiina doesn't look that scared either.
Niki: I'm more scared of going hungry than ghosts. Ah, actually ghosts don't look like they have anywhere to eat*, so that part is what's scary.
HiMERU: Unbelievable. Shiina, are you going to eat the ghosts too?
Kohaku: ......
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Kohaku: (Wh-what's going on...it's true that it's really dark. But everyone's acting like normal, so I'm starting to feel a lot calmer now. My eyes are getting used to the dark too. I'll make it to the end in no time~. I think I was just a little nervous because it's a foreign place for me, but I wasn't scared. This is a so-called haunted house, but this is nothing~)
(*): I can't tell if he means like ghosts don't have mouths or ghosts don't have stomachs, but when I first read this I got the mental image of ghosts not being able to eat at a dinner table. Don't know how this is relevant to the story but I thought it'd be funny to share :')
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