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Going to a sushi place can be so hubris-inducing. Yes, of course I can eat all this rice. Order one more dish.
#we're going to a sushi place for our anniversary and were discussing the menu last night#we had decided on 3 dishes and i was like ''that won't be enough'' but we know it will be more than enough#sushi is deceitful#on the other hand I've seen this man in a sushi buffet
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Look at the delicious sushi for llamas I made today:
It's courgette stuffed with deworming paste and thanks to Poldine my plan went swimmingly. Pampelune is sometimes distrustful on deworming day, but when they saw Poldine get a treat then try to steal the other treats which were obviously meant for them, the other animals hurried to claim their own medicinal courgette as well.
Except Pampe. (How many times have I written these words.) She looked at her sushi, looked at me, sniffed every side of the courgette, decided it smelled like deceit, and walked away.
I felt daft for not going the muesli route straight away. Like all great tricksters Pampérigouste is suspicious by nature but she can't resist muesli. So I un-stuffed the courgette and used the sticky deworming paste to fashion a little muesli ball.
It was gooey and not very appetising but it's muesli, right? I camouflaged the muesli ball in a dish of innocent muesli and offered it to Pampe, but unfortunately she was now very aware that I was up to something. Instead of mindlessly vacuuming the contents of the muesli dish as she usually does, she examined the strange slimy little ball, pushed it away with her nose with obvious contempt, then ate the normal muesli. I tried (with increasing insistence and frustration) to convince her to eat the damn muesli ball, but no.
New idea: I went to the kitchen to get some pumpkin rinds, and squished the muesli ball between two small pieces of pumpkin skin like a Choco BN (if you're from the US, picture an orange worm-killing Oreo). Pampe likes pumpkin skin! I tried to explain to her that she would be punishing only herself if she refused the (admittedly deceitful) offering out of principle.
Somehow she managed to eat the outside 'biscuits' and spit out the stuffing.
At this point I had to shame her. (I told her to look ashamed for this photo; not sure she understood the assignment)
I had exhausted my creativity and had nothing left but the mean method. I got Pampe in llama jail, aka the school room where I spent many hours trying to teach her to wear a halter and be a good docile llama when she was little, while she spent many hours trying to escape by any conceivable means—high jumps, bribery, tunnels, you name it.
(In the background behind Poldine you can see the bag of hay that I used to get the llamas to follow me into the corral. Pampe naively thought I had given up on trying to make her eat gross slimy things and was about to give her a normal meal)
She tried a strange kind of escape this time around, which honestly might have worked if she were a swift salmon returning to her natal river to spawn, slicing against the current in a series of graceful, forward-arching curves. But she's a llama. It's like she forgot she wasn't all neck and also had a body that needed to clear this obstacle.
I sang her a little song to soothe her, and scritched her face, and managed to get a llama kiss which is more affection than I've ever received from a currently-jailed Pampe—her daughter really is a good influence on her!
So of course I took advantage of this moment of calm and trust to stick my hidden secret syringe in the corner of her mouth and push 2cm of deworming paste onto her tongue.
She was VEXED and WROTH.
We were talking about learning poetry by heart the other day; well, if Pampérigouste did that, "I am rowing (a hex poem)" is the poem she would have invoked in that moment.
After I left, all the other animals hurried into the corral to eat the hay I had used to get Pampe in, while Pampe turned her back on the meal and walked away a strategic distance, far enough to show me that she felt betrayed and would never eat any food I bring her ever again, not so far that she couldn't go back in and fight the donkey for what was left of the hay as soon as I stopped looking.
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NAME:Yōki
SURNAME:Matsuda
HERO NAME: darkbright
CLASS:1-A U.A
BIRTH: May 16 (Taurus)
AGE:16-17
HEIGHT: 1.65cm
WEIGHT: 66 kilos
QUIRK:Fairyphonixmoon
FIGHTING STYLE: Ranged combat (and certain Serca combats)
FAMILY:
FATHER: Matsuda Kazuhiko (40)
QUIRK-moonlight
MOTHER: Yoshida Beniko (39)
QUIRK-fairy phoenix
SIBLINGS:
Matsuda Yuto (21)
QUIRK-fairyphoenixmoon
Matsuda Saori (19)
QUIRK-fairy phoenix
Matsuda Azumi (18)
QUIKR-moonlight
Matsuda Hideki (13)
QUIRK-moonlight
CHARACTER:
QUALITIES: friendly, understanding, intelligent, explorer, fun, brave.
DISADVANTAGE: distrustful of everyone, angry, deceitful, joking, serious
FLAVORS:
see landscapes, cook, fly, play basketball, sleep
I DON'T LIKE:
Be sociable, don't let the drawings turn out the way you want, study even if you are very intelligent, let yourself be bossed, go out when you don't want to.
FAVORITE FOOD:
Lasagna, sushi, pizza
HOBBIES:
Draw, dance, make figures.
MY CHARACTER DATA:
Yōki always likes to do her things calmly and not let anyone rush her because if they rush her she gets angry. He spends a lot of time in his room or outside the house drawing, there is not a minute that he does not draw but at the same time he studies to learn Korean, English and a little bit of other languages (but Spanish seems normal for him since one of his parents is Latin)
His idol is the falcons and the blade, so he strives to have the same abilities.
Something curious about Yōki is that she doesn't really like being a hero and she doesn't like being a villain either, so she is an antihero (helps both parties) and has not yet decided what to be, and well she draws and enjoys her life ( since he has problems with his family). His best friend is shinso, they get along quite well since they were little, and well yōki has his duality of not occupying his wings (problems from his childhood) but when he is not a hero he occupies them and frees himself (from tensions). Of everything).
#oc art#oc x canon#mha bakugou#boku no hero academia#artists on tumblr#bakugou katsuki#bakugo#boku no hero acedamia#my art#the apothecary diaries#digital art#my hero academia#history#anime scenery#fat anime#anime fanart#Spotify
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Cool dice! 💜
Hello, Anon! Awe, thank you! >:3 I now feel obliged to brag that, indeed, I have the coolest socks. I mean, Sunflowers? The Kiss? Cats? Tigers? Sushi? Doughnuts? Come on. Life is too short for black socks.
Also, ah, you enabler. The thing that currently occupies me is figuring out some details regarding Amber, the original nation in IkePri universe I've created. Particularly, details regarding Amberian and its localisation into English.
Where do I even begin with this?
Obviously, language is a living organism influenced by the conditions under which it is used. Wars, population migrations, neighbouring countries, all that and more is what shapes our verbal communication. So, naturally, if I want to localise Amberian into English, I have to figure out exactly how said influences would make it look in comparison to Rhodolitian, which we also read in English.
I'm really excited about that, hahaha. There's also the additional factor of the Amberian Esther and Viva speak being, well, learnt in isolation. Given that alone, her Amberian will be different to that spoken in the communities living under Obsidianite occupation. (We'd be talking about... at least 40-ish years of stagnation. It may seem not like a lot of time, however, I can think of at least one example of a meaningful phonetic change occurring within a similar time frame -- namely, the disappearance of "kresowe ł", a sound still present in 1950s. I have not once in my entire left heard it being used outside of vintage movies or recordings.)
This is going to be so much fun! (And, at the same time, it feels like the only right course of action. Initially I considered using modern Polish, but... Well, long story short, taking into account the structure of IkePri universe, I don't think it'd be plausible. I think Amberian would place itself among Slavic languages, perhaps in the West Slavic subdivision, but that's about it... Going any further would have me haunted by the possibility of "szukać dzieci w sklepie" situations -- if you know some Czech and Polish, I suppose you will understand. Those languages may be similar, but brrr, is this similarity a deceitful thing at times.)
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I'm part of a new askblog! It's for the Rain World Bloom AU created by @registered-anonymous! Go check it out!
Also, I got to make the avatar!
The OCs (in clockwise order) are Sushi, created by @moon-down, Lumi, created by me, Speck, created by @mayyak, and SIU, created by @registered-anonymous. Go follow them! They're really cool!
#rain world#rain world art#rain world slugcat#slugcat#slugcat oc#rain world oc#rain world au#rainworld au
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S3 E4 – Father’s Day: John Gorenfeld Part 2 on the Falling Out podcast with Elgen Strait
https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/s3-e4-fathers-day-john-gorenfeld-part-2/id1550448436?i=1000568020598
1 hour 27 minutes
John Gorenfeld's epic twitter thread commentary: https://twitter.com/johngorenfeld/status/1539985326105661444
The shark poaching scam was reported in the Los Angeles Times: https://www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-2007-feb-13-me-sharks13-story.html
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QAnon Anonymous episode debunking 2,000 Mules:
https://open.spotify.com/episode/5IWNqgtkPuxPwmOTUj9Hlu
https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/episode-189-2000-mules-trampling-dinesh-dsouza/id1428209307?i=1000562670706
Episode 189: 2000 Mules Trampling Dinesh D'Souza
2020 voter fraud conspiracy theories rebooted and remixed by Dinesh D'Souza. 2000 Mules is a "documentary" that garnered Dinesh praise from Donald Trump and caused a fight with Tucker Carlson's production team. We explore the extremely shoddy claims made in the movie.
1 hour 3 minutes
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6:40 The money that helped to launch the Unification Church
The UC connected with Sasakawa in 1961 or 1962 NOT before.
Moon scammed rich Korean women from 1946 onwards
One example: Lee Shin-sil donated land in Guri where Il-Hwa Ginseng and a training center were built – now demolished and the hugely valuable land is now covered in high rise housing, most likely still owned by the UC. (ref. Kim Myung-hui book page 391.)
▲ Construction in Guri was nearing completion in 2018
Later rich people were targeted in Japan (young to join and get their parents money, older to get their money directly).
14:00 Sushi:
▲ Japanese UC “slaves” in Alaska. Some were not allowed to join their husbands until they were 33 (and often by that time their health had suffered from the demanding work they had to do). Their pay was minimal. LINK
20:20 Politics.
Wi Jo Kang wrote “The Unification Church: Christian Church or Political Movement?” in 1976. Robert Boettcher wrote extensively about Moon’s politics in his book, “Gifts of Deceit” (1980). Jean-François Boyer also extensively covered politics in his book, “L’empire Moon” (French and Spanish editions) 1986 (some of his work is available in English). John D. Marks, John Roberts, Robert Parry, Dr. Jeffrey M. Bale, Daniel Junas, Kevin Phillips, Richard J. Samuels and Frederick Clarkson did excellent political reporting (some wrote books). Rory O’Connor produced the 1992 Frontline documentary called “The Resurrection of Reverend Moon” and another excellent documentary was “Rev Sun Myung Moon: Emperor of the Universe” documentary, a BBC / A&E Network co-production, 2000. Harold Paine and Birgit Gratzer wrote “Rev. Moon and the United Nations” in 2001. Former members Allen Tate Wood, Ford Greene and Michael Warder have covered Moon’s politics. The New York Times, Chicago Tribune, Washington Post, Manchester Guardian and London Times and others have all covered the politics of Sun Myung Moon.
22:30 Moon and Kamiyama tax case
New York Times, July 17, 1982
The case was not limited to tax-fraud charges involving the failure to report income from bank accounts and securities, Judge Goettel said. He stressed that Mr. Moon had also been convicted of a conspiracy involving false documents, perjured testimony and obstruction of justice.
If the failure to report the income had been the only charge, a suspended sentence could be appropriate for Mr. Moon under the circumstances, the judge said. He suggested that the “the cover-up scheme” was more serious than the original offense.
Full story:
https://www.nytimes.com/1982/07/17/nyregion/moon-is-sentenced-to-18-month-term.html
Sun Myung Moon was found guilty and sent to Danbury prison in 1984
Guilty Moon. Law firm was paid $100,000 up front and $50,000 a month to obtain a presidential pardon for Moon. It failed.
The Korean Government raided the Il-hwa Ginseng Company for tax evasion in February, 1977.
An insider trading and kickback scheme of over $70 million between John Lavalley and US Church leaders, including Ki Hoon Kim and Won-ju McDevitt.
Moon autobiography buying-up fund in Korea exceeded 2 billion won (about 200 million yen)
Fraud to get book on Korean best seller list, and keep it there for over a year. That meant stores all over the country had to keep it in stock and promote it.
Here is how the FFWPU described the “Moon Autobiography” operation in Korea at the time.
Publisher of Moon’s Autobiography in Korea jailed for 4 years for corruption.
A significant review of Moon’s Autobiography by Dr George Chryssides. He looks at the form and the content of the book, and asks why many significant questions were not touched on.
It seems the manufacture of Moon’s Autobiography was a last desperate attempt to promote Moon for the Nobel Peace Prize.
32:30 Japanese widow scam links:
A huge Moon Church scam in Japan is revealed
Shocking video of UC of Japan demanding money – English transcript
Top Japanese ex-UC leader, Yoshikazu Soejima, interviewed
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/national/longterm/cult/unification/profit.htm
Moon extracted $500 million from Japanese female members
Moon church of Japan used members for profit, not religious purposes
How Sun Myung Moon bought protection in Japan
34:00 There are two key things to note about the book, full title:
「六マリアの悲劇 真のサタンは、文鮮明だ!!」
Tragedy of the Six Marys – the real Satan is Sun Myung Moon!!
1. Moon was not able to stop publication of the book through legal means because the contents were all true. Now the pikareum has been confirmed by two of Moon’s sons, Hyung Jin Moon and Kook Jin Moon
2. There were FOUR contributors besides Pak Chung-hwa. They were Eu Hyo-min who was a senior leader for many years and he developed the air rifles the UC sold, and managed the factory. Moon insisted that Eu’s gun patents be registered in Moon’s name. Eu was a 72 couple who was promoted to a 36 couple. Eu Shin-hee (who joined at the same time as her cousin Eu Hyo-won who wrote the DP), Kim Deok-jin who wrote many of the Holy Songs, and fourthly Professor Tahk Myeong-hwan who wrote a four page recommendation at the beginning of the book. None of these four retracted their testimonies. Many details in the book have been confirmed by other sources. The photographs speak from themselves (many taken by Eu Hyo-min). Tahk Myeong-hwan was murdered a few months after the book was published VIDEO.
Moon’s theology does not require every man to sleep with six women. That is a misunderstanding of “The Six Marys”. However, in the early days women who had been womb cleansed by Moon were expected to sleep with many men to purify them in sex relays. LINK
Sun Myung Moon’s sex theology
35:00 Bo Hi Pak left Moon and the UC but was given The Little Angels and persuaded to continue by Moon
Bo Hi Pak declared he was leaving the UC and tore up his application form at a top leader’s meeting in Korea
54:00 Many journalists and christian ministers were harassed
“In Korea, one even senses a fear, like one induced by the Mafia, among the opposition, and … outspoken opponents speak of death threats.” Prof. Sontag, 1976
In 1975 Korean Unification Church members physically attacked many Christian pastors
UC members sent more than 200 text messages to Cho’s cell phone, saying, “We’ll kill you.”
Moon’s followers poured a pot of urine and feces on the head of a Seoul University Professor of Religion.
Abducted and beaten up by the Unification Church in Korea
1. Freedom of the Press in Korea – Unification Church style
▲ Tahk Myeong-hwan in hospital after being beaten by Unification Church members. Later his car was bombed and finally he was murdered. LINK
2. Freedom of the Press in Japan – Unification Church style
The Korean regime imprisoned former Unification Church members who revealed the inner workings of the UC
“WHY did you disobey my order?” … Mr. Yoshizumi hit me and pushed me twice … against a sharp, protruding corner…
The house of Mr Justice Comyn was destroyed by arsonists just after the UC lost a massive libel case in London…..
Donald M. Fraser’s house was attacked by an arsonist just after his investigation into the Unification Church. It was only saved by good fortune.
Moonie “Dirty Tricks” against Donald Fraser
▲ 700 Moonies smashed windows and broke into the Seoul office of the Dong-a Ilbo newspaper, protesting an unfavorable report on the UC the paper had published. LINK
58:00 Sperm in the Holy Wine
Sun Myung Moon’s Ejaculate in the Holy Wine of the Unification Church
1:17:10 origins of the Divine Principle
Where Sun Myung Moon got his theology
Moon sought to influence the American political agenda by pouring more than a billion dollars into media.
The Resurrection of Reverend Sun Myung Moon
Politics and religion interwoven in the Unification Church
Sun Myung Moon: The Emperor of the Universe, transcript and links
1. “Rev Sun Myung Moon: Emperor of the Universe” documentary
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A BBC / A&E Network co-production, 2000
2. World Domination – Sun Myung Moon died before he could take over a single country.
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Saiouma Pirate/Siren AU
Pirate au where Shuichi is a pirate captain and Kokichi is a siren, luring sailors to their doom, being all mischievous and deceitful as sirens do.
He reels in Shuichi with his song, but as soon as he comes face to face with him, he's the one who suddenly finds himself entranced by this strange human's beauty, and he promptly decides he can't possibly harm him.
Shuichi's crew 'captures' him (Kokichi lets himself get caught) and they keep him in a tank onboard, intent on sailing back to their port of call and exploiting the fantasy creature for monetary gain. They'd become famous just for being the first crew to survive a siren's call, much less having seized one for themselves, and naturally, they'd find a way to profit off of it.
Now, Shuichi doesn't really want to do that, but Hell, he's the Captain and doesn't want to let his crew down by backing out, or showing mercy to a creature whom, by all reliable folk tales, may indeed be beautiful but in reality is a heartless, bloodthirsty monster. He's saving the lives of countless innocent sailors by keeping him imprisoned, isn't he...?
But somehow, he can't help but felt drawn to him. He sneaks down the lower deck after dark each night, visiting the mysterious siren. He says it's only to keep a close eye on him and make sure he isn't trying anything funny, but truthfully, he is starting to enjoy his company. He’s undeniably beautiful, that was a given. Shuichi caught himself staring more than he’d like to admit.
But the way he speaks in riddles, confusing him, playing mind games, lying, flirting...? He can't tell what's true and what's a lie, or if he's just being manipulated, but he's starting to think, maybe this siren isn't such a merciless killer after all. He seems so nice, playful even. Or was he only falling victim to the creature's evil charms?
On the other side of things, Kokichi's time is limited. He needs to make Shuichi fall in love with him, and fast; before the crew reaches their destined port. If he doesn't, he's going to become nothing more than an exotic plate of sushi for the disgustingly rich.
Hijinks and romance ensue.
#saiouma#oumasai#pirate au#siren au#danganronpa#danganronpa pirate au#drv3#danganronpa v3#shuichi#shuichi saihara#kokichi#kokichi oma#writing prompt#ao3#fanfiction idea#au idea
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Hello, may I request Loki and reader going on a date together? A fluff that warm my heart lol, have a great day!
I kind of had a hard time but I hope you enjoy it.
The date♥︎
"A date?" Y/n tilted her head, Loki nodded his head. He had a smile on his face, that smile just never left his face.
Y/n couldn't tell if he was lying or not, she thought about it and sighed in defeat. She agreed to the date and Loki was beaming with excitement. While y/n was doubting him, but she wanted to see where it would go.
"Let's meet at the tree where we both met at 3," Loki said then flew off, y/n stared at him and shook her head. "I hope this is not a prank." She said to herself.
Y/n smiled at the thought of going on a date with Loki, they have been by each other's side no matter what. Loki was pranked on y/n pretty often, but he didn't go far as making her cry. Making her cry would make him feel like something that didn't belong in her presence.
After she arrived at her place, she ran to her room and find what she was gonna wear. She had an hour to get ready, which she be enough time.
Y/n stared at herself in the mirror, the dress reached below her knees and her hair was neatly done. She didn't want to put it up since it would take up more time.
"Today, I will him and if he rejects me then that's okay." She said to herself. She looked at the clock and noticed how she was late, she panicked and ran out the door. "That's what I get for when I can't decide on what to wear." She whined as she ran
•With Loki
Loki made sure everything was in order, the smile on his face didn't disappear.
He was on his way to meet y/n, hoping she would be there. He was hoping she would be there.
Once he reached the spot and he immediately noticed that she wasn't there, he stood beside the tree and waited. He waited for a little longer then sighed, he began walking to the same path he came.
"Well, what did I expect." He mumbled, he was lost in thought when he heard someone calling his name. He turned around and saw her holding his sleeve, she was trying to catch her breath.
"Sorry, for keeping you waiting." She lightly smiled. Once she caught her breath, she straightened herself and smiled.
"I had a hard time trying to find a dress and lost track of time." She explained, Loki lightly laughed.
"Come, let's head out now!" Loki cheered and grabbed y/n's hand, y/n smiled at his excitement.
Y/n held his hand and softly smiled, she had never thought something like this would happen.
"How far is the place?" Y/n asked, Loki looked at her "just a little longer," he grinned. They walked through the forest, the sound of birds singing was all that could be heard.
Y/n moved a little closer to Loki, just so be sure that he wouldn't leave her. Loki noticed this and shook his head, you can't blame her for that.
When they got into the clearing, y/n couldn't believe how everything set up beautifully. Loki had prepared a picnic for the 2 of them.
Loki sat down beside her and took out the food and drinks, he was a bit nervous about the food and how it would taste. He set the plates up and handed one to y/n.
Y/n reached for the cake first, she took a bite out of the cake and smiled in delight. "Do you like it?" Loki asked, y/n turned to him and nodded her head.
She put the plate down and looked at Loki, "did you make all of this?" She asked, Loki nodded his head.
"I thought that I would make everything from scratch, but I wasn't sure if it would turn out great." He admitted, y/n laughed at his response. "I never knew that you had this kind of side." Loki stared at y/n, seeing her laugh made him feel warm.
Loki and y/n were finished eating and talked about the silly things Loki did.
"Do you think Poseidon is still mad at me for making him eat sushi?" He asked y/n laughed "how did you even get him to eat it without him noticing?"
"I hid it in the rice and put wasabi in it to hide the scent...I never ran so fast in my entire life." Loki smiled at the memory, Poseidon never stopped chasing Loki until thor came and saved Loki. It was a one-time thing, but Loki had to train with thor the next day.
The sun was setting, y/n stared at the view. Loki held her hand but let go, just in case if things didn't go as planned. "Y/n," Loki said her name, y/n turned to Loki.
"I brought you out today since I've been wanting to say something to you," Loki softly spoke, he was starting to get nervous but he made it this far, there is no turning back now.
"I know you probably won't believe me for what I'm going to say... I have grown to like you. Everything about you made me realize how much I liked you, you're the most beautiful woman I have seen. The memories we had together, the laughter we shared, and the times when you felt sad. I wanted everything to go perfectly for you, anything to make you smile. All I wanted to say was, I love you." Loki shut his eyes waiting for rejection
"You beat me to it," y/n smiled "I was planning on telling you that I love you, but it seems like you beat me to it." Y/n lightly blushed.
"Being a god of deceit must be hard. Some people don't take you seriously because of that, being lumped in with you and your shenanigans were not my intention but I had so much fun. As I grew closer to you, I noticed my feelings for you but I chose to keep it to myself. I enjoyed my day with you and knowing your feeling for me, made me feel happy. I love you too Loki" y/n softly kissed Loki's cheek
Loki's eyes widened, that was not what he was expecting. He smiled and hugged y/n, happiness was all he was feeling. The feeling of someone accepting who and what you are felt relieving.
"Let's do this again, I enjoyed it." Y/n hugged Loki, she smiled at the warmth she felt. Loki finally found the right person to cherish and love.
Kind of rushed but I did my best, he might have been a little out of character but I did enjoy writing this.
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Inception: Chapter 5
"Pft! I-Ahahaha!" You were doubled over the table trying to stop yourself from choking on your food while Ajax crinkled his nose in disdain. The two of you were at Xinyue Kiosk for a late-night dinner that he had insisted was his treat. You've only ate at fancy food places like this every once in awhile; these meals were so freaking expensive! Your initial hesitance to join Ajax on the basis of money was soon overshadowed by the entertaining sight sitting across the table.
"Tch...tsk..." With every effort, he grew more impatient and frustrated. It didn't help that you were watching and laughing at his incompetent efforts to use chopsticks! "Ugh! Forget it!" He gave up and stabbed one of his sushi rolls rather violently before shoving it into his mouth with a pout. Ajax turned away from you as his face grew redder and redder, but he couldn't help glancing back to see the smile on your face and the tears of joy rolling down your cheeks. Well, as long as this brought you joy...at his own expense...He let out a huff before reaching for his drink. At least whatever bitterness you held towards him last week seemed to disappear.
"I-I can't believe you...! I can't take it!" At long last your laughing fit died down enough so you could breathe, and you reached up to wipe your tears away. "Pft...! I'm sorry, but this is too funny!"
"Yeah yeah," Ajax sighed yet again, his confidence deflating like a balloon and his posture slouching. What a way to impress a girl. He should've went for the fork first!
Noticing his sudden change of attitude, you slipped out of your seat and joined his side, leaning over him. "Here," you swiped the chopsticks off of his plate and placed them in his hand once again, this time so they were in the correct positions. "Now you've got the right hold on them." Your fingers were still draped over his while you guided the sticks to another piece of sushi.
Contrary to your concentration on helping, Ajax was a bit more flustered than usual and it wasn't because of the chopsticks. For some reason his heart fluttered at the sudden lack of distance between the two of you, just like that night under the light of the Mingxiao lantern. 'You think I'm in love with childhood friend? My my my, Mr. Zhongli, perhaps you've finally lost your marbles after spending so much time with mortals,' he recollected. No...there's no way Zhongli's right about this. This is all a fluke! But your hand was so warm, no doubt because of your pyro vision...how long had it been since he felt such gentleness from another person? The closest he's ever come to human contact was by beating his foes senseless! And when was the last time he had a genuine hug? It's been years, he realized, since before the inception of my Fatui status.
"There, see? You'll get the hang of it." He snapped back to the present when your hand quickly left his. Whatever light had begun to gleam in his eyes faded just like the heat from your touch, and he watched you sit back down at your end of the table. "You're not completely hopeless at chopsticks," you smirked.
"You're right, ojou-chan. One day I'll surpass you when it comes to these cursed utensils!" He hid his feelings by attempting to put your lesson to use, but failed drastically again and again. It was obvious he didn't pay attention to a single thing you had told him to do! The boyish desire to one-up his best friend made you giggle again.
Somewhere behind the decorated divider that made up your private dining space sat the eyes and ears of the wolf. Following Master Childe around proved to be fruitful just as expected; while the harbinger often held private meetings and dinners to get closer to clients, this one felt different based on all the others that Charlie had followed him to. There was a distinct familiarity--one that Childe was definitely not faking for the sake of deceit and was shared with the mysterious girl sitting at the other end of the table.
I see, thought Charlie while his ears strained to pick up the other noncoherent whispers on the other side of the screen. He'd been following Childe around all week and had quickly picked up on the harbinger's avoidance of his own men so that he could spend time with you. Clearly, this woman must hold a special place in Childe's heart--an old flame, maybe? Regardless of the specifics of your relationship with him, it would make the most sense for you to be the vigilante Childe has neglected to capture; the merciless blood-thirsty harbinger would've gone in for the kill if it were any other person, but since it's you...you'd be protected. Sheltered. Allowed to get away with tormenting the Fatui since you're so close to Childe. You're untouchable.
Of course, this was all just a theory. To properly identify you as the vigilante Master seeks, he'd have to follow you around instead.
A chill ran down Childe's back out of nowhere; something's wrong. While he continued to struggle with the remainder of the sushi, his gaze darted to every which-way to identify anything out of the ordinary. He was sure the two of you weren't followed, and he had made every effort possible to avoid his subordinates on the way here, even setting up a private room that isn't too common in the Kiosk. Still, he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched. You noticed the sudden tension in the air around him, and stared until he noticed.
"What's wrong?"
"Hm? Oh, nothing," his voice lower than a minute ago, "Please excuse me, ojou-chan. I need to use the restroom." He slipped out between two of the dividers and froze once he was out of your sight. The remainder of the room was deserted. How odd...the tension in his shoulders slowly faded as he was put at ease.
"Excuse me," a petite voice drug him out of his thoughts and he was greeted by the waitress. She held a silver platter with a pair of matching deserts on it. "Oh, have you changed your mind on desert after all?"
"No, not at all. Please, allow me." He took the tray from her and watched her exit the room. With one final skeptical glance around the room, he returned to the inside of the dividers.
"Oh, and before I forget," Childe began to dig into a delicious chocolate desert you didn't remember the name of but seemed to be some sort of cake. "I have a business trip coming up at the end of this week in Mondstat."
"Oh really? That sounds fun. How long will you be gone?"
"For a few days at the least. Actually, I was wondering if you'd join me."
Your forkful of chocolate-something froze in midair. "...Join...you...? But I don't have anything to do with your company...I'd be a distraction, don't you think? Plus there's my business with the funeral parlor and I don't think I can request days off on such short--"
"I've already spoken to Zhongli about it. He and Hu Tao cleared you as of last night. So, what do you say? Wouldn't this also give you the chance to visit some of your friends there anyway?"
"Well...yes..." you mumbled with a slight blush.
"What do you have to lose? Think of it as a much-needed vacation. You work too hard from what I've heard from Zhongli! Besides, we can use this opportunity to learn more about each other, don't you think?" Seeing your hesitation, he let out a defeated chuckle and shrugged. "Of course, that's if you want to come with me. If not, I understand."
"I..." Well if my superiors approved, then I guess there's nothing wrong with taking a trip, right? "Okay, I'll come with you."
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The quiet peacefulness of Liyuan wilderness was disrupted by an exhausted groan and the dragging of feet. "Ugh, since when was it ever this hot in Liyue?" Your clothes were soaked in sweat from the summer-like heat despite your vision granting you resistance, but Childe appeared mostly unbothered--mostly. He didn't show it, but when you'd look elsewhere he'd often pull at his collar and reminisce of the harsh winters of the Motherland. "Thank the archons that the sun is finally setting."
"We've already passed Wangshu Inn, but it's not too late to turn back and spend the night there. Are you sure you want to sleep in the woods, Reed? You'd be passing up the chance to cuddle me, you know." He reveled in your half-disgusted, half-flustered reaction while you struggled to fully comprehend his words.
"Q-Quit it! Like I've said before, this wouldn't be my first trip to Mond. I have no problem lying on the ground! Or are you saying you can't handle it?" Flipping the subject onto him did no good at hiding your flushing skin; the arrogant smirk on his face proved it. "...Why don't we stay here? There's the creek nearby, and a clearing up ahead."
Childe eyed the surrounding area and set his pack down. "If the lady insists." The pleasant aroma of packed food filled the two of you with delight. "Shall I begin cooking dinner?"
"I wouldn't mind," you practically drooled. Ajax's cooking was amazing! After that initial dinner when both of you reunited, he would sometimes surprise you with homecooked meals to take home and man were you excited for the next time he offered. A toy seller and a cook...his younger siblings must live a luxury! "I'll get some water!"
The creek wasn't too far away--perhaps some fifty feet or so. The crystalline waters murmured quietly over the pebbles and stones, some spaces louder, others quieter where the fish gathered. If it wasn't getting darker by the minute and the threat of hilichurls wasn't so prominent, you could've stayed here much longer. Not that hilichurls posed that much of a threat to someone acquainted with your fighting skills, but you've only come across them once or twice, and the giant ones could easily bulldoze through you if given the chance.
Once the pot of water was full you rose to walk back to your little makeshift camp. Ajax had insisted on bringing fresh produce since the trip to Mondstat wasn't a particularly long one and the trip was rather straightforward. Maybe he was going to make stew? Whatever he chose, you just hoped none of the food spoiled from the sun beating down on the packs all day.
By the time you got back, Ajax had already managed to start a fire and was humming some unknown tune while preparing the produce. You couldn't help but raise a brow and tighten your hold on the pot. "Um...really?"
"Hm?" His eyes slid to you, then back to the fire. "Oh! Sorry, I wasn't thinking. Don't worry, Reed. It won't bite you."
"I'm not coming close enough to feel the heat on my skin. Here," you thrust the pot towards him and he made sure to grab it before the water spilled over. Your light footsteps got quieter the further you strayed from Ajax and the fire, taking shelter beneath one of the far trees where your packs lay.
"Relax, ojou-chan. I won't let it hurt you." A small chuckle escaped him before he resumed his humming session without a second thought or noticing your silence.
You really don't remember...You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. What did they do to you, Ajax?
Your silence carried on until the crickets duetted with the occasional hoots of a nearby owl and the crackling of the fire weighed heavily on your mind. "I'm sorry, ojou-chan."
"Mm?" He had stopped rambling about some disagreement he and a coworker had about communication and was now looking directly at you.
"I'll put out the fire," he moved.
"No, you need to stay warm."
"I wouldn't say that." He drug out a blanket from his pack and laid it in the space between where he sat by the fire and you, who sat at the tree behind him. "Here. You'll lay on that side, I'll lay next to the fire."
Your eyes narrowed at the flickering flames behind him. "Is that even safe?"
"Well if the fire ever gets out of control, you or I can put it out," he reasoned and pat the spot next to him until you reluctantly obliged. He didn't lay down until you were settled in with your back facing him. Silence befell the campsite until he took a deep breath. "What's on your mind, Reed?"
It took a few minutes for the answer to come out. "Do you not remember our last encounter before my mother and I left Snezhnaya?"
"Now that you mention it, not really." He remembered a vague goodbye, but nothing else about it. It was sometime right after he returned from the abyss if he got his timeline correct. Feeling a tad nervous for whatever reason now, he let out a small laugh. "Could you possibly enlighten--" You rolled around so you faced him and met his gaze with tears. That's when his memory came rushing back.
"Ajax! Ajax!" You ran at him full speed with hot tears spilling down your cheeks until you collided with him in a tight embrace. "I--I thought they got you too!" He seemed to freeze under your touch, so you pulled away to look him over. He appeared tired and wild for lack of a better term, with eyes as wide as saucers like a snow leopard meeting a human for the first time. He was different, but you couldn't put your finger on how.
"'Too?'"
"The Fatui," you sobbed. "A day after you went missing, my house...my daddy..."
His words came out as harsh as the cold with not a hint of his kind demeanor shining through. "Spit it out."
"You know how my daddy fights against the Fatui in my town? They burned my house down and...and daddy..." Was your face red from crying all day or from the cold? "...he burned with it." Ajax didn't seem injured, so some of the stress weighing your shoulders down dissipated a bit now that you knew your dear friend wasn't hurt.
But instead of Ajax explaining where he was or consoling you for the loss of your father, a horrid giggle pierced through the snowscape. It was inhuman, what with its pitch sending an icy chill down your spine and instantly replacing your expression of sorrow to one of confusion and horror. "Ha...Hahahaha! Hahahahah!"
"Why are you laughing? This isn't funny!"
"Ahahaha! Silly Reed," he chided and pat your head like one consoles a younger sibling, "in this world, only the strong survive. Your father wasn't strong enough." The girl before him trembled at his words. "He was too weak if he died like that."
"Th--This isn't funny, Ajax! Cut it--OW!" You were shoved into the snow with an unfamiliar strength. Ajax never raised a hand at you, even when you two played together. What was he--
A dangerous glint danced in his eyes like the fire that consumed your house two days ago. "No, you cut it out! You're gonna get yourself killed if you keep acting weak. The world has no mercy on people like us. It's kill or be killed. Do you understand that, Reed?"
"Why are you...What is the matter with you?! Don't you care? What did the Fatui do to you?! Who even are you?" Hot tears rolled down your cheeks until the cold froze them in their tracks. Yet the boy that stared down at you was uncaring, cruel, and held no life in his eyes.
"It wasn't the Fatui," he muttered to himself. "Hurry up and get on with it already. What was really so important that you needed to tell me your dad died?"
"My mama and I...we're leaving tomorrow. I came to make sure you were okay and to say goodbye. We won't see each other again, Ajax," you finally rose to your feet and clenched your fists. "But you don't care, do you?"
"No. I don't. Leave me alone already."
"I..." Ajax blinked several times as he processed his long-forgotten memory. "I'm so sorry, Reed."
"If you're so sorry, then tell me what happened. What did the Fatui do to you?" Even in the dark, you could see a hint of sadness in the depths of his eyes. "If they hurt you too I swear...I swear I'll make every single one of them pay." Heat radiated from your body at the thought. "I promise." Yet even as you said this, there was another, darker, more bittersweet emotion in his expression.
"I...fell into the Abyss." Those were the only words he muttered before rolling onto his other side, facing away from you. And though you didn't really understand what he meant, his empty tone struck a cord within you. Warm arms gently wrapped around his torso with a heat softer than the campfire that lulled him to sleep.
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Simpy Logan 2
[ID: A digital drawing of Logan Ward and Virgil Caron. They sit in the park listening to music over a shared set of headphones. Virgil is vibing to the music and has his eyes closed. He is wearing a purple shirt with a spades print on it, which looks like a smiling skull, and dark ripped jeans. His phone lies on his right thigh and is purple and sparkly. Logan sits to his right. He has his legs crossed and his hands placed on his knees. he looks at Virgil with wide eyes, heavily blushing and his lips pressed together. He is wearing a pale blue shirt, a dark slipover and black pants. ID End.]
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The Moral Compass is Lost
Part 4
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Dee and Patton are always together.
Every time Roman walks into the kitchen, every time he wants to watch a movie in the living room, even when he goes to see Logan.
There they are.
And they are absolutely. Always. Constantly. Touching.
Roman’s heart feels like it’s been broken anew everytime he sees the couple.
He doesn’t think it can get any worse, of course he should have expected for it to. His luck, after all.
“Hey, Ro,” Patton knocks on the frame to Roman’s open doorway.
When the prince looks up he isn’t at all surprised to see Deceit next to him in the doorway.
“Yes?” Roman plasters on a smile, swallowing the bile rising in his throat.
“Dee Dee and I are gonna watch a movie, and we were wondering if you’d like to join us?”
Roman feels nauseous at the ease with which the nickname leaves Patton’s mouth, why were they inviting him? Wouldn’t it be more appropriate for it to be just the two of them? Or everyone else as well? Did they know how Roman felt? Maybe they were just trying to torture him!
He wants to say no, he knows he should say no. But...the look of hope in Patton’s eyes, The encouraging smile on Deceit’s lips...Roman couldn’t help it. He’d do anything for them, even if it hurt.
“Sure!” He closes his laptop and hops off his bed. “What movie?”
Patton links arms with both Dee and Roman, Roman tenses, but allows it.
“We were thinking you could pick?” Patton asks softly as he drags Creativity to the living room couch. he stares at Roman with a gentle look in his eyes. Roman looks away quickly.
“O-Oh, I, erm, thought you would already have a movie picked out,” He pulls his arm away from the heart. Patton shoots Dee a sad look. Roman sits on a far corner of the couch, he’s about to cry when he feels Deceit sit down close to him anyway.
“Roman,” he reaches a hand towards the prince, laying his palm gently on Roman’s arm, “What would you like to watch?”
Roman flashes a brilliant smile-Deceit winces at the falseness of it-He leans forward, the hand on his arm slipping away as the prince reaches for the remote. “Perhaps you would be willing to consider Cinderella?”
Of course they agree, but no one is even really watching the movie. Roman couldn’t stop staring at the couple’s joined hands and tangled together legs on the couch.
Deceit and Patton, however, were exchanging worried glances with each other, in between their periodic sad looks at Roman.
Patton gets up to grab some snacks before starting a second movie. Roman quickly escapes to the bathroom to take a moment to breathe.
While he’s in the bathroom, Deceit discreetly turns the thermostat down. Patton asks him what he’s doing, Dee smiles and tells him to wait and see.
When Roman composes himself enough to leave the bathroom, he thinks the room has gotten noticeably cooler. He shrugs it off. And rejoins the duo on the couch.
Patton offers him some chips, despite the nausea in the prince’s gut, he takes a handful.
*****
Roman starts to shiver, gosh when did it get so cold?
Patton grabs the big blanket off the back of the couch and drapes it over him and Deceit.
The lying side looks over at the shivering prince, “Roman,” he begins gently, “Would you like to join us under the blanket?” He lifts the end of the blanket invitingly.
Roman wants to say yes, he imagines that the combined heat from the two would be enough to warm him up. And he wants to be close to Dee and Pat. But he can’t. He’s not supposed to want to. He really doesn’t want to want to...
He shakes his head and shoots the pair a reassuring smile. “No, I’m fine, thanks though.”
“Ro, you’re shivering,” Patton says worriedly, he now gets what Deceit wanted when he turned the temperature down,“Come on, it’s okay. There’s plenty of blanket.”
His eyes plead with Roman, the royal sighs before slipping under the blanket. Making sure to leave at least four inches of space between him and the reptilian trait beside him.
“Yay,” Patton grins at him. “See, isn’t this better?”
Roman plasters on another fake grin, “Yep. Great!”
He forces himself to focus on the screen. The only time he allows his mind to wander is when he catches himself leaning into Deceit’s side. He moves himself away for the third time, when the snake speaks up.
“You can lean on me, Roman. I don’t bite.”
Roman blanches, “I, uh, sorry. I just don’t wanna invade your space.” He laughs awkwardly.
“Nonsense,” the liar makes the mistake of throwing his arm around creativity. Roman immediately tenses. He wants to relax, to be okay with it. Heck, he wanted to enjoy it.
He couldn’t, he needed to get out. To get that arm off his shoulder. But...if he moved. They’d know, they’d know why he moved, Roman just knew it. He wouldn’t be able to come up with a single excuse to move. So, he stayed there.
The movie ended and Roman all but lept up.
“Thanks guys, that was fun, but I think it’s time for me to get my beauty sleep.” He gives a large yawn.
“Like you need any more of it,” Patton giggles softly.
Roman nearly chokes, he pretends not to hear, “Goodnight, guys.”
The pair wave after him sadly. They wish this was going better. But they weren’t done trying yet.
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CASINO DATE 👀👀👀
hehehe Well, the beginning of Casino Date can be found here, but here's a bit more of it since you asked so nicely! :)
One of the last things Caleb does after showering and dressing in his formal wear is to seek out guidance for this upcoming mission. It’s the first opportunity he’s had to consult his cards since this whole thing started, and as always his deck isn’t too far away. Taking a seat on the bed, he begins to shuffle.
Several minutes pass before he cuts the deck then quickly lays out his usual three card spread. Past; the two of Spades. Present; the King of Clubs. Future; the five of Hearts. For just a moment, he sits there and considers them while tapping the next card on the top of the deck with his index finger.
The past … separation, deceit, tough changes. He huffs softly. Well, if his life hasn’t been an example of that since he woke on a medical table over a year before, he didn’t know what it was.
The present … an honest, affectionate, generous dark-haired man. A soft smile curls at Caleb’s lips. Kaidan. This card has appeared so many times since they met, it doesn’t surprise him that it shows up now. The first of his companions to contact him as he fled the sushi restaurant, too. One of these days, he needs to tell him about this. Today, however, is not that day.
The future … jealousy surrounds, the need for a considered decision. A frown wrinkles his brow as he stares at this card. Jealousy? That doesn’t seem likely, but even he can admit the cards aren’t supposed to be taken literally.
Caleb moves to flip one additional card in the hopes of providing clarity on the situation, a frequent occurrence during his personal readings. But as he does so this time, two cards slip out, landing face up one partially beneath the other. This isn’t the first time this has happened, but given his current circumstances, it leaves him a bit uneasy. The cards that have fallen are the Queen of Spades … an unscrupulous, very dark-haired woman, and the two of Clubs … two faced, disappointment, opposition. If anything, they do little to help him understand what may come out of this evening’s event.
“Shepard? We’re going to be late...”
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Lucille Alice Thompson | Character Sheet
GENERAL INFORMATION:
Full Name: Lucille Alice Thompson
Nicknames: Luce, Lucy
Date of Birth: June 3rd, 1822
Immediate Family: Mother, father, brother and sister, all deceased
APPEARANCE:
Hair Style: Long - usually wavy - bob (see style here)
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Dominant Hand: Left
Height: 5′6 (168 cm)
Weight: 126 lbs (57 kg)
Facial Hair: None
Tattoos: A flower on the inside of her arm (you can see it here)
Piercings: One in each ear
Scars: One across her hip from a knife
Clothing Style: Classy. Suits or silk gowns usually. (See a peak into her wardrobe here)
Grooming: Neat, always very clean and shaven, pretty extensive skincare routine
Scent: Vanilla, rich red wine, rose scented soap
PERSONALITY:
Positive Traits: Adaptable, cultured, charismatic, independent, intelligent, patient, resourceful
Negative Traits: Apathetic, cold-hearted, deceitful, manipulative, prejudiced, proud, vindictive
Element: Air
MBTI: ISTJ-T
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Enneagram: The Investigator / The Challenger
Temperament Type: Choleric
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Patronus: Eagle
Wand: Elder wood with a phoenix feather core, 10 ¾ and unyielding flexibility
Hobbies: Art, history, theater, opera, languages, literature, interior, wine, fashion
Language(s) spoken: English, French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, Russian, Mandarin Chinese, Greek, Ancient Greek and Latin
Fears: Small spaces
Virtue: Patience
Sin: Pride
Theme Song: Karliene - Become the Beast
FAVORITES:
Color: Gold, earth tones
Animal: None
Food: Sushi
Drink: Red Wine
Flower: Classic deep red roses
Weather: Sunny but not too warm
Season: Spring
Holiday: She’s not big on holidays
Memory: Any with her family from her childhood
SEXUALITY:
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Romantic Orientation: Panromantic
Turn Ons: Good manners, good fashion style, legs (for women), arms (for men), confidence, power
Turn Offs: Bad hygiene, humans, bad dressers, smoking, shyness
Dominant or Submissive: Dominant (but can sub for the right person)
Top or Bottom: Top leaning switch
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Synergy - Part 2
Part 1
This is Part 2 of the first DamiRae I ever wrote... And it is long overdue. @ravenfan1242 Happy belated birthday!!!
Prompt List
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Figures.
A dark brow flew up as Damian motioned for Raven to board the plane ahead of him. Therein lay another poorly packaged excuse to check out her ass or legs. She had already caught him tonight.
Twice.
Ignoring a prickle of panic, the heels teetered her up the stairs. But moments later, the blinds drew up around a pale face at the window. Narrowed blue-violets scanned the tarmac, observing the animated conversation in Arabic. After he finished up with the attendants, long legs lifted him onto the jet with an irritating amount of ease.
Instead of taking a seat, Damian excused himself to prattle on some more. This time with the pilot.
A slew of impatient texts rapidly fired off to Beatrice. As more time was allotted to Damian, Raven increasingly relied upon her assistant. Since the initial meeting, they'd had over a handful of dinners. Accounting for flights and travel time, she'd probably been with him in the last month more than she had anyone.
As she typed, she glanced down at her blue-black nails with concern. Another side effect of breaking out of usual patterns - a lot of time between nail appointments. Although her veneer was overall impeccable, there was but the slightest crack breaking through to the surface.
An alabaster neck craned subtly in the direction he had disappeared to. She wasn't eager for his return or anything trite like all that.
But really, where was he?
He was certainly taking a while.
Did he think his time was more valuable than her own? They had barely discussed work when they were together. So what was to be accomplished between them, really? What was Damian trying to do - actually get close to her?
Suddenly, the familiar shuffle of Brioni loafers left her to ponder these deceitful thoughts no longer.
Finally.
Raven gave his olive-green sweater and black trousers a once-over. The hue managed to contrast with his dark skin in a distracting way, while simultaneously bringing out the color of his eyes, an arresting vert.
It was undeniable and utterly unfair for someone so aggravating to look like that.
Stupid, sexy Damian...
"Wayne. Thanks for dinner. You do have great taste." Raven noted. "I was skeptical about the use of your plane to take me to a ranch in Montana, but it was the best burger I've ever had..."
A hardened jaw slackened at her assessment. "Glad it was up to your standards, Roth."
"So far." Raven backtracked. "The best burger I've had so far." She couldn't concede completely.
"Tch..." He clicked his tongue in the way he did. "Next time, we'll swing by the coast and maybe get some ceviche..." Damian began, telling her what her future plans would be with an air that stunned and excited her. And he sat beside her, all the while moving closer to her, her hand laying on her cheek. "Or we'll do a weekend trip. Get some poke at this little stand on the side of the road in Hawaii -"
"Wait..." Raven held up a hand, recoiling slightly. Her indigo eyes flashed. "Damian?"
Damian let out a humorless laugh. "Is something wrong? Is it the fish? We have had sushi twice."
"No, not wrong...exactly." The pale girl worried the rose-colored skin of her lip.
"Alright, then." With that, Damian leaned back in his seat.
"What are you doing?" The man turned to her as if she was crazy.
"I thought I was having a good evening." His jaw was no longer loose, it tensed. Twitched. "What is it now, Roth? Do you have a problem? Or an itch?"
That patronizing attitude only confirmed her need to keep their distance.
"Just one." A pale finger gestured to the top of the sleek, white leather and polished cherry wood cabin. "Why are you sitting so close to me?"
His lips pressed into a hard line. "It's my plane. I'll sit where I want." Damian said definitively, offering no other explanation.
He was so irritating in that way.
"It's a large enough plane to comfortably seat twenty - at least." Raven tried. "Surely you can sit somewhere else besides next to me?"
The deep voice was barely inflected and unwavering. "I want to sit here."
"Your legs are longer than mine - that one has more leg room." Raven pointed across the aisle. "And you'd have the adjacent seat for even more room."
"Hmm. Still, no. I'm sitting here." The calloused hand tapped the arm of the seat, slowly, one thick finger at a time.
Raven gritted her teeth. "Damian, please."
"Make me."
"Make you?" Raven blinked rapidly.
She could barely believe the words she was hearing him speak aloud.
"Yes." The white teeth sparkled brilliantly against his deep skin. "If you want me to move so badly, why don't you make me?"
"Oh, I see." Raven smirked. "Are you finally making the change from a man-child to an actual child?" She retorted with her arms folded. "Long overdue, if you ask me."
"Yes, Raven," Damian echoed. His tone grew steadily more self-righteous. "I'm a child. And this child can sit anywhere he wants on his "PJ"."
"No. I am not going to stand for this." There were some things that were inexcusable. And this was one of them. "I know it's yours, but please - never call it that again. It's a private jet. It is not a PJ -"
Damian continued his tirade, as if she hadn't spoken. "And this child wanted his apartment, but of course you had to have your way there, as well."
Here we go.
Was this whole maneuver some ploy to seek petty revenge? "Fine." Raven retorted. "You like your planes and your cars, but Damian: Why won't you just find another apartment?"
"I'll have you know, I do have other things I desire - things that are not solely materialistic." Damian appraised her openly and received a series of smoldering embers. "And for the record, I have found a place..."
"Well, good." Raven mumbled. "That's great..." She tried again, but she was overtaken by an odd sense of loss. "Really great." The apartment was a source of guaranteed discord between them; it was something they bickered about consistently. And though she was happy for him, they had built up a rapport on top of this (supposed) slight. What would become of their banter without a collective source of contention? "Was yours also your first?"
"My first...?" He curiously searched her. "The first apartment I bought on my own - yeah." With the lessening of crackling static, the air in the cabin had begun to shift.
"Congratulations..." Raven offered. "Our firsts, they're always milestones..." And she swallowed. "So, I guess we can move on."
Damian repeated wistfully, "you want to move on from this?"
"Yes." The pale girl exhaled, relaxing her posture a fraction. "You lost the place you wanted initially, but maybe this one will be better?" She flicked the arm of his seat coyly. And Raven couldn't resist the compulsion to get one last dig at Damian. "Though, I doubt it." She hissed. "Second. Place."
"There." Damian growled, as if she had proved his point. "It's because of that..." He paused. "You say you want to move on, but you don't." Then he sighed, carving a rough hand harshly through his hair. "I - want so badly to like you, Roth. But, you just can't resist pushing my buttons. And gloating."
"I don't gloat, I'm confident." Raven spat. "And confidence comes from knowledge and experience, not arrogance." She was a CEO after all.
"Alright, bravado is good in business..." Damian licked his lips. "But, does that over-inflated ego satisfy you at the end of the night when you're alone in your office?"
Her dark bob shook at the lecherous undertone. "What are you getting at, Wayne -"
"You alone in your office, Roth..." His voice, it had gone dark and decadent. "Sliding off your Jimmy Choos under your desk and sinking back into your chair... To slip a hand up your thighs under one of your tight pencil skirts..." An angry flush was rising on a pale face. But her body warmed at his words, as it, like her eyes, found Damian a pleasurable point. And it too betrayed her. "Or how about in bed? I bet when you finally lay yourself down on top of those thousand thread count sheets, it's just you and your bloated ego. Does it manage to keep you warm at night?"
"Actually, yes. It does. But, thank you once again for your overly-invested concern." It was true about her ego. But if it ever didn't, she had a steady rotation of men to do it for her. "If you think you're going to shock me, you can't." She deadpanned. "Think about me alone, quite a bit, Damian?"
"You didn't answer my question..." The beautiful smile was cruel. "Raven, I'm not talking about the... uh, toys you've collected to keep you warm. I mean, have you ever had a real relationship?"
"Are you prying to prove a point?" Raven raised a brow. "In case you were asking "for a friend", you should know that, I have."
"I find that hard to believe." Damian scoffed.
As if.
"I think you're... projecting." Her heartbeat surged as she countered. "Wouldn't be the first time."
"There's that misdirected overconfidence making you assume things again."
"Misdirected? No, I think... you've never been in a relationship." Damian glared, she could even see his nostrils flare. "No... I know you haven't. You wanted to find out if I had been though... You've also mentioned, what did you call them... my toys - several times before now. So the question is why?"
"It's not as a big deal as you're making it." He rolled his eyes and settled back into his plush seat, facing away from her. "You're delusional."
Damian wanted to end this; he knew he was going to lose. But Raven was not going to end this. Not yet. She faced him. "So you're obsessed with my love life? I think I know why."
"I'm not doing this with you," He growled. With a click his seat belt came undone. "You're off base, Roth. You're not as perceptive as you think." Damian motioned to his temple.
Raven realized faintly that she did indeed "make him". But she no longer cared about that.
No. This had become so much more.
"I'm every bit as perceptive as I think I am." Pale hands unbuckled her own seat belt and inched closer. Damian started to rise, pulling out his phone, suddenly finding it fascinating.
"Sit down, Damian." Raven forced him back down into the white leather, and his phone clattered to the ground. Damian probably could have overpowered her, but he allowed it, just like she knew he would. "You wanted to sit here, this plane is your real estate, so don't change seats on my account. I'll accommodate you."
"You're - crazy." Wide emeralds darted around madly.
"Yes, I am." She leaned on either side of his arm rests. Raven had caged him in. "You knew that already. And yet you keep inviting me out."
"What are you doing?"
"Proving my point." She gripped his hair in a fist. As his cool façade cracked. The faintest hint of pink rose up his cheeks, as he glared at the floor. Damian refused to meet her eyes, but she wanted to see it. The seconds leading up to the break, when he gave in to her. Raven pulled his hair back with a devious, self-satisfied smirk, forcing him to look up.
In what was so obviously a last ditch effort to keep his pride, he growled, "Roth, I'm warning you. If you don't get your highfalutin manicured talons off me -"
"You'll what, Wayne?" His Adam's apple dipped down again. Damian was all bark and no bite when it came to her.
They both knew that.
"Do it, Raven. By all means, test me..." Underneath, she could hear a faint plea masked by his harshness.
"I bet you'd like it if I did." And Raven knew he longed to see what she was up to.
Raven concentrated on the widening stare of deep jade, finding herself transfixed. That unique shade, so much darker and more dangerous than dollars. Damian's dollar bills... She could recall to mind a certain photo shoot. But in her mind, it was decidedly less philanthropic.
Damian Wayne. Hard and sculpted under taut, rich caramel. Supine and outstretched. Enticing with nothing but dollars sliding down his decency. Down and down they fell... Raven licked her lips, feeling famished after that huge meal. But in a way that was more carnal.
"What the hell are you staring at anyway?"
#damirae#demonbirds#raven and damian#damian x raven#raven roth#damian wayne#au#business au#writing#me#fanfiction#teen titans#titans#dc#raven#dcau#I hope this is sufficient#So much has changed since part 1...#It's been a while#PJs!
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when darkness turns to light - chapter 11
me: you know, I just don’t wanna edit the next bit yet because I haven’t written anything after and idk what to write for it yet
me: finally gets round to editing because its been a proximately 10,000 years.
oh, oh I had like 3000 more words written
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description: taking place just before AA, this is my obligatory why Virgil ducked out chapter :) Virgil and Janus uuhhhh, talk?
characters: Janus, Virgil
Relationships: Anxciet
Warnings: look, its a ducking out fic, it’s those kinda themes, self worth issues, miscommunication, misunderstanding, self hatred. all that fun stuff
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The Worst Things That I Could Say To You
Virgil’s legs tremble as he curls up on the bed. He bites his lip, digging his fingernails into his thigh. He’s fine, he’s fine, he’s fine. he pulls the blanket over his head. There’s a knock on his door and his stomach plummets. He wraps himself up, all the way around. He doesn’t need air, not really. He’s just a figment. A part of Thomas. A useless, tiring part. The knocking stops, and Virgil hears the creak of the door.
“Virgiiil!” A cheery tone cuts through the quiet of the room, a sing song tune that reminds Virgil of Roman. The thought stabs at him, his stomach twisting in knots. Roman, who hates him. Roman, who’s right to. He feels a tug at the blankets, and he pokes his head through, met with Janus’ twinkling eyes, a smirk permanently etched onto his face.
“Go away,” he mutters, his voice reverberating around the room.
“Sounds like a fantastic day Virge,” Janus grins. “What, did Thomas forget to thank the delivery man?” he’s undeterred by Virgil adamantly ignoring him. If Virgil didn’t know better he’d say it was encouraging him. Virgil isn’t sure he knows better actually. “C’mon kid, budge up.” He taps Virgil’s head with his hat, and Virgil obliges, giving Janus enough room to sit next to him.
“I hate you,” he mutters as he does.
“So, are you going to make me keep guessing?” Janus quirks his eyebrow at Virgil. “Did we get left on read? Did Remus-”
“Am I bad for Thomas?”
Janus blinks at Virgil for a moment, something incomprehensible passing across his face before it returns to normal.
“Because good and bad are incredibly important and accurate labels that-”
“Janus.” Virgil’s voice is still echoing around the room and he pulls down his hood to look at Janus, his eyeshadow as dark as the room around them. Janus sighs.
“We all have a part to play Virgil. You’re important, even if the others don’t think so.” Virgil stares up at Janus, his heart fluttering for a moment. Lit by the flickering light of the hall, Deceit’s scales glint for a moment. “Thomas needs you.” As Deceit’s yellow eye flashes, Virgil’s stomach drops again. of course.
He pulls his blanket back up around him.
“Right.” Is all he can bring himself to say.
He feels Deceit shift on the bed next to him, as though to get closer, or maybe say something more, but he shakes his head, extending what little control he has of the mindscape to push him out of the room.
Virgil doesn’t come out of his room again.
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FANDOM: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
EVENT: Flufftober 2020
PROMPT: Baking Making Sushi Together
AUTHOR: @hopeswriting
RATING: G
PAIRING: Mukuro & Yamamoto
SUMMARY:
Yamamoto keeps bringing food to the Kokuyo gang. Until he can make him stop, Mukuro wants to work at TakeSushi so they're even. He comes to the shop for his interview.
WORDS: 1965
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"Ah come on in, come on in." Yamamoto guides Mukuro into the shop with a hand on his back, closes the door behind them. "Dad, Mukuro's here."
“Welcome in, welcome in,” Tsuyoshi greets from the kitchen. “Please make yourself at home, I’ll be right there.”
"You're closed?" Mukuro asks.
"Yeah, because we need to do your interview, right?” He spins on his feet to wink at him, and rounds the counter to disappear in the kitchen.
"Wouldn't it be more insightful for you with the clients there?"
"Nah-uh, no can do. We need to know first you’ll be a competent employee before we can let you interact with the clients. We’re a high esteemed shop after all."
Mukuro didn't move from his spot when Yamamoto comes back, and his eyes zero on the cloth in his hand. Yamamoto rolls it up into a ball and throws it his way.
Mukuro lets it fall at his feet.
They raise one eyebrow at the same time.
"I’ll be on cleaning duty?”
“We’re all on cleaning duty. We open the shop and close it together. And so,” Yamamoto makes a grand gesture towards the tables, with all the empty dishes still on it. He grins, “this is all just for you.”
Mukuro smiles wider, but the gleam in his eyes tells another story. He nudges at the cloth with a decidedly displeased look on his face.
“Hey come on,” Yamamoto chides, “it needs to stay clean so you can use it. And also,” he grins wider, waves the other piece of cloth he brought with him, “apron mandatory.”
Mukuro walks past the cloth, Mist flames surrounding his hand.
“No weapon allowed.”
“And yet, there it is.” He tucks his trident just under his chin, its pointy end cold against his skin.
“And it’s still not allowed,” Yamamoto shots back in a sing-song voice. “Do you want the job or not?”
“Do I?” The trident presses against his skin, but it has yet to actually stab him so Yamamoto takes it as a yes.
“Alright then, let me—“
Mukuro snatches the apron from his hands. His trident disappears in Mist flames, and Yamamoto swallows back a laugh while he puts the apron on with too much entirely unnecessary dignity.
“Lads?” Tsuyoshi steps out the kitchen, drying his hands with a piece of cloth. “Is everything alright? Just so you know, I do not like how your flames feel right now, and I like even less having my shop damaged.”
Yamamoto laughs. “You mean his flames, right? You better get used to it dad, because it’s his default mode.”
“I will stab you to death, you Irritating Rain.”
“See?” Yamamoto reaches blindly in his back and gives him a little shove. Mukuro shoves him back but with a flames enhanced hand, and he braces himself on the counter to not have his nose or teeth smashed. “See?”
Mukuro shoves him again for good measure before rounding the counter. He offers his hand to his father.
“Good evening sir, I’m Rokudo Mukuro.”
Tsuyoshi shares a knowing look with his son but knows better than to laugh with him. He shakes Mukuro’s hand. “Good evening to you, please call me Tsuyoshi. I heard you’re looking for a job?”
“I absolutely do not,” Mukuro says, and stays unfazed faced to Tsuyoshi’s questioning look. “But your son over here keeps bringing us food entirely out of his own volition, and I have yet to find a way to stop him.”
“Ah yes, he’s quite tough at hide-and-seek isn’t he? Always have been.”
“For now.” Mukuro glances at him, the threat clear in his eyes. Yamamoto makes a V sign.
“You’re trying to show your gratitude then? How admirable of you.”
“I want to clear a debt, sir. Nothing else, nothing more.”
“A debt, uh?” Tsuyoshi laughs. “I must say, you’re exactly as my son told me.”
Yamamoto perks up at the opportunity his father just gave him, all but too ready to double-down on the statement. Flickers of Mist flames come to life and he rolls over the counter, landing on all fours at his father’s feet.
He jumps to his feet his guard up, facing the dining area but Mukuro didn’t actually move from his spot. Yamamoto concedes the win without a fuss despite the smug smirk on his face.
Tsuyoshi coughs, a grin playing on his lips. “Alright lads, I must go take care of tonight’s deliveries. I trust both of you will behave, won’t you?”
“Sure dad, don’t worry about a thing. You take care out there.”
Tsuyoshi ruffles his hair before disappearing back in the kitchen. They face each other, Mukuro’s arms crossed on his chest.
“What now?”
“Well, we need to clear out the tables first and wipes them out. The chairs too, sometimes they can need a little cleanup so give them a look. We’ll wipe out the floor next and do the dishes, and then we can see how good of a cook you can be. Sounds good?”
Mukuro gives him the silent treatment, but spins on his feet to presumably get to work. Yamamoto follows behind, at a safe distance.
“What about some music? I can put it on my phone.”
Mukuro takes exactly two more steps. He whips around, but Yamamoto already took the picture.
Yamamoyo makes a run for it.
“No weapons allowed!” he screams while ducking under the trident, but at least Mukuro calls it back to him before it can sink in the wall.
Yamamoto keeps the chase short for the sake of the shop, even if he doesn’t fail to notice how Mukuro doesn’t damage it at all in his fiery quest to save his pride.
He makes a show of struggling and begging and bargaining when Mukuro get his hands on him. His phone is pried from his hand, and Mukuro stands in all his victory, a foot on his chest.
“I’ll crush it at the first shadow of any suspicious behavior.”
“Aww man, you’re such a Killjoy Mist.” Yamamoto wipes the dust of his clothes, a pout on his lips. He already sent the picture to Hibari and deleted the message.
Hopefully Hibari will come lurking and take some more pictures.
They get to work after that, wipes the tables and the floor, do the dishes with little to no commotion.
“I think we’re set?” Yamamoto takes in the row of ingredients on the table he gathered from all over the kitchen.
“You ask me?” Mukuro deadpans, from where he’s slumped in his chair.
“We’re going to make sushi rolls. It’s really easy so don’t worry.”
“I wasn’t.” He stands, eyeing the ingredients. “What am I to do?”
“Just follow my lead. You’re a visual learner, right? I thought if you tried to replicate what I do as I go along, you’d learn even faster.”
The silence falls in the kitchen. Yamamoto’s smiles diminishes the slightest bit, and he tries to read Mukuro’s suddenly serious face.
Surely it’s not something he said? He likes to think he became quite good at not ticking him off unintentionally.
Mukuro lets out his peculiar laugh of his, and he relaxes. “You two-faced Rain. When did you even notice that? Or should I ask how?”
“Thanks,” Yamamoto chirps.
“I do not like it.”
“Aww don’t worry, I’m all too happy to leave all the deceit to you. Here—” he splits the ingredients in between them “—the sushi rice is already done, so let’s start with the cucumber.”
Mukuro mimics his movement perfectly, cuts both end of the cucumber and starts peeling it. And in his defense he gives Yamamoto’s uncharacteristic silence almost ten whole seconds.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“This knife may not be my favored weapon, but it is still a weapon Yamamoto Takeshi.”
Yamamoto laughs, holds his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, let’s not use full names. It’s just, you know, all that.” He gestures vaguely at the table. “You don’t have to do that. I’m just being a good friend.”
Mukuro sticks his nose up in the air. “We’re not friends. You’re a nuisance in my life that I want out of it.”
“Yeah, yeah, but can you blame me? You guys don’t even have a proper functioning kitchen.”
“What’s next?”
“And you’re living in ruins. Cut it like that, along its length.”
“Mind your own business.”
“And now that you have a kid—“
“Fran is not my kid.”
“—you can’t just keep living like that. Ah careful, you need to remove the seeds first.”
Mukuro clicks his tongue. “Maybe if someone wasn’t distracting me with meaningless blabber.”
“Are any of you actually looking for another place to live?”
Yamamoto catches the raw tuna before it slaps him on the face. He puts it back on Mukuro’s plate like nothing.
“Nope, not like that. We need to cut it in thin slices and make long stripes with it. See, like that.”
Mukuro points his knife at him, entirely not looking. “You Nosy Rain, you will stay out of my business.”
“What about renovating the building then?”
Yamamoto looks up at Mukuro’s laugh, raises his eyebrow at the mischief in his eyes.
“Are you suggesting we rob a bank? Because that’ll certainly anger one Skylark I know.” He laughs some more, his mind definitely made up already, and Yamamoto spares a thought for the poor Namimori bank he just doomed.
“You didn’t hear it from me.”
“Oh yes I did. Now if only you could say interesting things more often.”
“No I didn’t,” he defends himself only halfheartedly, and fully resigned already. He spares a prayer for himself for when Hibari’s wrath will descend upon him. “You just put words into my mouth.”
The expression on Mukuro’s face tells him he’s not listening, and he huffs. They finish with the tuna, and Yamamoto places the bamboo mat on the table, puts the nori sheet on it and goes looking for the sushi rice.
“Fine, but I’ll still come visiting. And bring food with me.”
“You’re not visiting, you’re breaking in.”
“Thanks to whose failings?”
Yamamoto ducks under the knife’s swing, and does his best to not burst out laughing.
“Want to say that again?”
“Nope, I’m good. Here, looks at this sushi of peace I made.” He waves it under his nose, and draws back when Mukuro glances at it. “The knife first.” Mukuro narrows his eyes, but for all they say Yamamoto knows the whole of the Kokuyo gang loves their sushi. Case in point, he gets back the knife.
Mukuro takes his sweet time to do his own sushi roll. He presents it to him, perfect in every way, and it’s only then he notices the Mist flames around it.
“Come on, really? You Mediocre Mist. Really? Since when?” Mukuro puts on his best, fake, innocent smile, tilting his head. “Did you even do anything?”
He pushes the plate closer to him. “Go ahead, try it. I believe you’ll find I’m perfect for the job.”
Yamammoto eyes the sushi roll, spins the plate around. “What’s inside? What does it really look like? I’m not eating it.”
“No?” Mukuro says, in that tone that really means I didn’t know you a coward, Yamamoto Takeshi. Please do not ever interact with me because I have standards for the people I want to be a pain in the ass with.
Yamamoto takes a bite out of the sushi. Something moves inside his mouth, and for all he knows it’s fake he can’t fight against his instinctive response.
He does make sure to aim for Mukuro’s face when he spits out the sushi.
The kitchen does not make it unscathed.
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BONUS:
Hibari does come lurking and take pictures. It doesn’t stay a secret for long at all because they spread them like wildfire to the others, and no one is even trying to not tease Mukuro with the pictures, least of all Hibari.
Mukuro gets the job (he was always gonna get it) and keeps it. The rest of Kokuyo gang immediately starts looking for one too because like hell they’re gonna let Mukuro provide for them all on his own.
Eventually they move out from the abandoned center park to a proper house because they buy themselves more and more comfort with their salaries, and, you know, people generally want to not live in ruins if they can help it.
They get a big, nice, secluded house with multiple entrances (and more importantly exits), with multiples rooms and big windows, and with multiple hiding places and room to run away (or fight). I don’t know how realistic this is but with their backgrounds I don’t think they’d settle for anything else.
(This was all part of Takeshi’s plan but they don’t need to ever know that.)
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Takeshi keeps visiting and bringing food even then, and is the first one among the Guardians to turn one of the guest rooms into Takeshi’s room.
Mukuro keeps working at TakeSushi at least until they dive into the mafia business for good (which I headcanon happens at some point after they’re all finished high school).
He doesn’t get to interact with the clients because he can’t play nice for shit with them. Always uses his flames so he can say “well, technically I didn’t do anything”.
He always manages to make himself a server when Hibari comes eating in the shop though. Only so he can poison his food and get on his nerves of course.
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The Kokuyo gang does rob a Namimori bank, almost. Like, they go through every step of robbing a bank except actually leaving with the money. After all it’s just to prove a point and make one Skylark angry. No civilians are harmed.
They do steal one banknote of 1000 yen as a token and, again, to anger one Skylark.
Takeshi gets dragged in the ensuing fight because Mukuro snitches on him, and also he was trying to not have them fight in the first place and failed.
Tsuna gets dragged in the fight too because “Dame-Tsuna, as their Sky it’s your duty to mediate the quarrels between your Guardians”, or something. So of course Gokudera jumps head first into the fight too.
Ryohei follows because he doesn’t want to miss on the fun, and so does Lambo.
Chrome sides with Lambo because, you know, he’s five years old, and 1) she does trust no one is going to hurt him but also they’re all getting loose at the moment and Lambo is reckless, 2) she thinks Tsuna deserves to not worry about Lambo and relieves his stress on his shitheads, battle maniacs, trouble magnets, disregarding-the-consequences Guardians to his heart content.
It turns into a free for all and they all have great fun, and it’s a great bonding time moment for them all, or whatever Reborn says.
And that’s all I have for this AU for the moment except for the fact we don’t talk enough---or at all--- about how Takeshi, Hibari and Mukuro would be such an absolute disaster, chaotic and unrepentant of a trio (and also would balance each other nicely too, really).
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Thank you for reading! Any and all review are appreciated ^^.
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