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billiethepumpkin · 7 months

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Care: Katsuki Bakugou

Kinktober Day 5

Warnings: This content is intended for those ages 18 years and older. If you are a minor, please do not interact.

Contains: Housewife activities. Unhealthy relationship dynamics. Somnophilia (sort of). Body worship. Oral sex. Lots of feelings.

Author's Note: All characters are portrayed to be adults because I am an old fuck. :)

You were his sidekick.

At least, that’s what you’d started out as. You were a lowly sidekick to one of Japan’s greatest heroes. You didn’t help much, your quirk being one of the mind, rather than one of great strength. Initially you just helped out in other ways, such as helping to strategize or filling out paperwork that was necessary for being a Pro Hero.

Dynamight was Japan’s Number Two Hero, and he never let anyone forget it. He was always on top of his game, from the time he set foot into the agency in the wee hours of the morning, until he left late at night.

You knew, though, that he was exhausted.

You spent enough time with him that you could tell. You could see it in his eyes, and you could tell that it was all he could do sometimes to keep himself upright, let alone being one of the strongest heroes in the entire world. So you took on more for him. You’d make sure he was fed and hydrated. You’d scold him for staying in the office too late. You’d make sure that, if you couldn’t be fighting alongside him, you’d do everything in your power to make sure that he was the best hero that he could be.

And then one day he kissed you.

The rest is history.

Now, you’d stopped working as his assistant. You’d moved in with him half a decade ago, and you had gotten married. You’d even popped out a kid, little Kisara. You were the best wife that Bakugou could have asked for. And on the days when he could barely stand, when he came home tired enough to sleep for days, you were the person he longed for the most.

Tonight was one of those nights.

You were waiting for him to come home, your daughter bathed and had been sleeping for a couple of hours now. Sitting on the couch, you heard a key rustle in the door. You jumped to your feet, and you met him at the door. Bakugou’s face was still scrunched in that scowl that he always wore. You could see the light flickering behind them, and when he made eye contact with you, his scowl turned into a sigh, his entire body nearly collapsing under the weight of his exhaustion, the weight of his position in the world.

There was a sort of darkness under his eyes, a weight on his shoulders. You couldn’t help but notice the way he almost forgot he was home as he trudged into the room as dutifully as ever. It wasn’t until he heard the door click behind him that his shoulders slumped and he sighed. He was silent as you untied his boots, as you pulled off his gauntlets. You looked up at Bakugou’s weary face, and you brushed your thumb over his cheek. He closed his eyes and sighed into your touch.

He was sticky, his whole body covered in sweat and debris, no doubt from his latest villain chase. “Come on,” you beckoned, taking his hand and leading him down the hall and into the bathroom. You turned on the hot water and let the room steam up while you collected a towel and some sweats for him. When he finally got out of the shower, he met you in the kitchen. You were sitting at the table, with a bowl of food in front of you and in front of the chair that he always liked to sit in.

Bakugou slowly and gently sat in that chair before he took a bite of his dinner. The room was silent, bite after bite. You were both nearly done eating when he paused and looked down at the table.“Don’t say it,” he said in between bites, his eyebrows too tired to lift for a facial expression.

“Okay,” you responded. “I won’t.” You knew what he was talking about. Everyone around him was telling him to take it easy, take a vacation, take some time off. The agency obviously knew that he was burnt out. They saw him every single day. He hadn’t truly had an entire day off for nearly six months. Bakugou needed it. You knew it. He knew it. Your daughter knew it. But he didn’t want to be told one more time that he needed a break. To him, it meant he looked tired, slow, incapable. How was he supposed to get better? How was he supposed to get stronger or smarter if he took time off?

So you wouldn’t say it. “I’m proud of you,” you decided to say instead, propping your head on the table with your elbow. “You work very hard, and I am grateful for everything you do for me and our family.” You got up and put both of your bowls in the sink. You leaned down to Bakugou’s face and cupped his cheek in your hand. He closed his eyes and sighed into your touch. “But I would love you, even if you didn’t,” you admitted, gently kissing his cheek. You stood back up and offered him your hand. When he took it, you slowly and gently led him down the hall and to your shared bedroom.

Bakugou practically fell into bed when you got there. On his belly, he looked away from you. He had to look away from you when he asked, because he couldn’t see your face when he said what he wanted to say. He couldn’t see the judgment in your eyes, or the relief, whichever would be the outcome. “Will you do me a favor?” he asked. “Can you call the agency? Someone on-call will answer. Tell them I’m not going in tomorrow.”

“Really?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s long overdue.”

So you did. You called the agency, and a lovely security guard at the front desk answered. You had met him a few times, so he knew who you were immediately by the sound of your voice, also the fact that “Mrs. Dynamight” was your label on all the company phones. You told him that Bakugou needed some time off, and that it was going to at least be the day. The security guard agreed that he needed the break, and that he would make sure people knew only to call if it was a dire emergency.

When you laid back down in bed with him, he was drifting off to sleep. But Bakugou pulled you into his grasp and nestled his head into your chest. “Thank you…” he muttered before he drifted off to sleep for several hours of peaceful rest.

Well, it wasn’t quite “several hours.”

Bakugou was awake before sunrise, just as he always was when his alarm went off. He longed to go back to sleep, but he just couldn’t. He was so used to just getting up and going about his day. How was he just supposed to lay back down and go to sleep?

Katsuki sat propped up on his elbow, staring at you for several minutes as you slept. You were on your back, facing towards him. God, you were beautiful. Even like this, when you were snoring and drooling, you were perfect. He sat and remembered how patient you had always been, how thoughtful and caring. You always knew what he needed. How was he ever supposed to repay you for everything that you did? You kept him fed. You made sure he got rest. You reassured him when things were bad. You did the most difficult parts of his job for him, and you made it easy for him to admit that he needs help, even if it was just from you.

You were perfect. And he was going to make it up to you.

He started with his hands. You were wearing nothing but some shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top. His rough hand, as callused as always, rested on your face, caressing your cheek. Thank you, he thought. Bakugou’s hand wandered down to your neck, grazing over your pulse, steady under his touch. You didn’t stir. You were probably taking advantage of the severe lack of alarm going off right now.

Soon, his hands were on your belly, and his kisses were against your ear, your neck. You breathed deeply as you stirred from your sleep. “Kats?” you asked. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” he answered. “Thank you.” He continued his trail of kisses down your neck to your collarbone and your shoulders. The shoulders that carried everything he couldn’t. The weight of being a parent. His attitude, at times. His lack of compassion for himself and others. It had to be heavy. His kisses lingered there, suckling and nibbling on the flesh that was there.

They traveled lower to your chest, his lips just above your heart. The heart that loved him as he was, the one that beat for him, just as his heart beat for yours. He was grateful that it was still there, after so much neglect from him.

You couldn’t help but smile and tangle your fingers in his hair. Bakugou looked up at your face in the dark. You looked so serene as he poured his love over you.

And truthfully, this was the most at-peace you had felt in the six months since Bakugou had taken a day off. He worked so much you barely saw him. And when he came home at night to your love and affection, he barely said two words to you. He was so exhausted that he couldn’t truly function as a full person. And you knew how hard he worked to make the city safe, not just for you and Kisara, but for everybody. He texted you lots throughout the day to check in, and you never had any doubt that he loved you. But god, you missed him, and you always secretly hoped that someday he would come home and realize how much he missed you too.

And he did miss you. All the time, constantly, every second of every day. But Bakugou felt so much pressure from everyone, from the time he was born, and even now that he was an adult. He had to be great. He never once stopped to think that being great also included being a good husband and father, too.

So now, he kissed you lower, his lips pressing to your belly. The belly that carried his daughter for nine months. The one that tasted all the dinners he made you at the beginning of your relationship. The one that would carry whatever other children you wanted to have in the future. It was soft and strong and perfect, just like the rest of you.

Then he got to the soft elastic waistband of your shorts. “Can I?” he asked, his thumbs gently caressing your hips.

“Mhm,” you answered. Katsuki was being so soft, so careful. You weren’t sure you had seen him this soft since three years ago, when little Kisara was born. How could you say no?

So you lifted your hips enough for him to pull your shorts and underwear off, discarding them onto the floor next to the bed. You sat up to pull off your tank top too, before laying back down underneath him. Bakugou’s eyes glazed over as he stared blissfully at your perfect body. “I can’t believe you’re mine,” he uttered as he got closer to your body again.

His kisses began again, now on your hips and your thighs. These legs ran around all day taking care of everyone and everything, including him. And of course, you were happy to do those things for him. You loved him, and he loved you. But he knew your legs had to be exhausted. They needed love and attention, Bakugou decided. He kissed every inch of your thighs, massaging them lightly as you closed your eyes in a mixture of bliss and anticipation.

And then there was your sex. It was perfectly designed for him, Bakugou thought. He caught your scent, and he remembered how addictive your pussy was. He remembered the way he used to lay between your legs for hours at the beginning of your relationship, when things were still new and you were fucking like rabbits every night for several months. Katsuki ran a finger between all your folds and over your clit, watching to see what made you twitch the most.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said before he gently licked between your pussy lips. You raised your hips into this mouth, and you let out an elongated sigh. God, his tongue felt good. You hadn’t been spoiled like this in a long time. You laid there, stunned as he attached his mouth to your clit.

Katsuki’s tongue explored your folds and played in your slick, taking in every ounce of taste and smell that he possibly could. He wanted to be addicted to you again. He wanted you to feel how addicted he was. He wanted you. That was all. Just you.

His tongue danced in your pussy, flickering over your clit and making your back arch for him. Bakugou’s rough hands glided over your legs and your hips, his arms wrapped around your thighs to pull himself closer into you. Your hands tangled in his hair and tugged, just hard enough for him to feel. Your sighs stayed quiet, your worst nightmare being waking up your daughter from sex.

Katsuki pulled his tongue away, and he opted to rub your pussy with his hands for a minute. He just wanted to look at you. He just wanted to help you relax, just like you always helped him. Selfish, he thought. It might have been selfish to want to just watch as you squirmed and arched for him. But he did anyway, doing his best to make you feel as good as possible with his fingers.

“Katsuki~” you moaned for him, “please, I need your tongue.”

“Mm,” he hummed in response before reattaching himself to your pussy. The way you gasped and sighed in that moment was addictive. Bakugou wished he could rewind and hear it for the first time all over again. He played in your pussy with his tongue to find your most sensitive spots. You were perfect. You were perfect, and you were somehow his. How did he go this long without making you feel this special.

You gripped the sheets next to you on the bed, getting closer and closer to that high that you were so desperately wanting right now. The feelings were too much. All at once, you felt all of the love you’d been missing, all the joy you had been craving for the past several months.

It was almost like he could see the desperation in your eyes, the way your hand frantically gripped the sheets as you headed toward the edge of your orgasm. As if he was reading your mind, Bakugou reached up and tenderly grabbed your hand as he made contact with the most sensitive pieces of you.

With your free hand, your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged again, inching closer and closer to the orgasm you’d been slowly approaching. You were perfect. You needed this. Bakugou knew it now, and he was becoming addicted to the thought of you squirming for him, your cum gushing into his mouth.

And just as he was thinking those thoughts, you tumbled over the edge into orgasmic bliss, your climax washing over your body like it hadn’t in months. You were tired. You were needy. You were his.

You couldn’t help but let out an extended moan as you tugged on his hair and pushed your pussy into his face involuntarily.

Katsuki got up and laid on top of you, propping himself up with his hands. He pressed kisses over your face, starting with your forehead. They were tender, loving, something you hadn’t noticed from him in months. Of course, you were happy to take care of him and your little family. You just needed some proof that it was worth it. “I’m sorry,” Bakugou said as he laid down next to you and wrapped you in a firm hug. “I’m sorry I’m not here more.”

“It’s okay,” you answered, nestling yourself into his muscular figure.

Bakugou shook his head. “It’s not,” he admitted, pulling the blankets back up over your shoulders. “You deserve better. You take such good care of me, of our baby. I’m gonna be better.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the notion. The thought of your husband being home, of being a family again, was almost too much.

You fell back to sleep hoping that you weren’t dreaming.

This work was written by Abigail "Billie" Rothenberger. Please do not copy this work on Tumblr or any other platform.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 11 months

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Chapter 21 - 👑Kengan de Huángdi👑

Kisara rose a fist up for Agito to bump before he went into the ring to fight with that Purgatory loser. She watched him do his confident catwalk-like strut, before she let herself collapse on the bench, unconsciously applying pressure on the spot where she got stabbed. Thankfully, Hanafusa had confirmed the knife hadn't punctured any vital organ and she was fine with the basic procedures. Sure, she was lucky enough not to get into hypovolemic shock to begin with, or react too badly at being quite literally cut open with such malice, but perhaps the sheer adrenaline and rage drive was enough to keep her going for as long as she needed.

Now, however, she could feel the exhaustion drowning her in waves, and the excruciating pain was beginning to rapidly creep through her body. Perhaps she should make an effort and get some analgesics, so she could continue watching the matches from the Kengan spot, instead of the infirmary, much like the other injured fighters.

In spite of all this, Ohma, who was otherwise perfectly fine with watching while standing, sat down next to her, and with great care, gathered his fiance in his arms tenderly, allowing her to rest her back on his broad, muscular chest. Perhaps unconsciously, one of his hands was trailing aimlessly and playing with some locks of her long hair, an old habit that hadn't died even after being departed for almost three whole years. It didn't matter how little she was compared to him, Kisara was very much the perfect replacement for a plushie for the man.

"You aren't worried for him, are you?" the girl heard him ask all of a sudden. "Surely, you have more faith in that guy." "Oh, yeah, of course. I mean, we've been together for almost three years, and we've trained every day. I know Agito better than anyone, and I know how he's perfected all of his techniques." she muttered, leaning more into the man's embrace and clinging on one of his arms, using it as a pillow. "Then what's the problem?" Ohma asked, the rumble of a soft chuckle erupting from his throat, earning a small shudder from her. "I'm just being sentimental, that's all." Kisara let out an amused exhale, only to groan and clutch her wound. "I just... I feel like I somehow died during my match, and this is all just a dream. I thought you dead for so long, and now you're back so suddenly, and you're holding me just like back then when you died." Ohma's smile vanished from his face, hearing the pain in his lover's voice. He gently turned her to face him, and he cupped her face dearly, as he's always done. He could see the minuscule beads of zircon tears beginning to form and gleam in those gorgeous green eyes of hers, shining like the most precious emeralds he's ever seen. "I promise you, I am real, and I'm not going anywhere this time." Ohma vowed, leaning in for the softest, most tender kiss he's ever given her. "I'll make up to you for all the distress I've caused you with my absence, okay? So show me that beautiful smile that made me fall in love with you, and let's win this. How's that sound?" Ohma hadn't expected that, even after seven years of knowing each other, he'd get the privilege to see one of those adorably timid smiles of hers ever again, but oh how he loved those. "Alright already, you've convinced me. Let's cheer on our guys and win this tournament!" The man chuckled, shaking his head in playful disbelief. "Even married, you still cheer on other man, how annoying." he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I'll just have to make sure you remember only my name tonight. It seems you've forgotten after so long." her face was so cutely flushed with embarrassment, that he couldn't help but smirk cockily. Kisara merely hummed in amusement, shifting back to lean on his chest.

With a confused frown on his face, Yamashita Kazuo stepped over to them, followed by Koga. "Miss Kisara, you've been around Kano the longest - Do you know if he has some kind of grudge against the Three Demon Fists...?" "You mean the people you were talking about on the plane?" Ohma asked, earning a distressed nod from the old manager. "Y-Yes. They're the top three Chinese Martial Artists in Purgatory's roster. One of them is the man you just had a run-in with; 'The Serpent' Liu Dongcheng, he's the most veteran of the Three Demon Fists. Then there's 'The Toad', Fei Wangfang, he's a master of Ren Clan Tai Chi Chuan from Sichuan province. He joined Purgatory two years ago, and defeated one of the then Three Fists and took his title. And finally, that guy in the ring, Lu Tian, is 'The Centipede'. Koga, you and Ryuki met him when we visited Purgatory. He's a martial artist from Hong Kong, where he's a local celebrity. His style is called the Wuwang Fist. They say he's the most powerful of the Three Demon Fists." Yamashita explained everything there was about the three men in great detail. "He's got something in his hand." Koga pointed out. "Looks like a ring of some kind, but I guess they're not just fashion buddies." Ohma huffed in amusement. "You're pretty on spot, except, it's a bracelet, not a ring." Kisara began. "It's not exactly my story to tell, but the gist of it is, before Agito was found and taken in by Katahara, he was an orphan in Mainland China, and he was kidnapped and locked in a room with others like him, to take place in a Gu Ritual. This Ritual, well... The participants have to kill each other until there is only one left standing." she explained, watching the distressed looks on Koga's and the manager's faces. "Wh-What?! No way -- Kano went through that when he was barely a teenager?!" Kisara nodded in approval. "Yes. The bracelet that Lu Tian used to lure Agito out is a tracking bracelet. To put it simply, it checks your pulse, so that when only one remains active, the mastermind cand come over and rescue the survivor. The only thing is... Nobody came to save Agito when needed, and Katahara accidentally found him, more or less. The trauma he experienced until he was adopted by Katahara created an animalistic split personality in him, that he had to train so that it would only come out when fighting, as he couldn't control it properly. Well, that's not a problem any longer, thankfully - I made sure of that." Kisara grinned mischievously, pointing towards Agito. "Not only can Agito switch between his forms at will, but there is no longer a delay. It took over a year of every day training, but it was worth all the effort." "That is fantastic...!" Koga gasped, looking in awe at the Fifth Fang. "And quite remarkably scary." Yamashita chuckled with unease. The cheers from the auditorium alerted them that the match had begun, with Agito beginning with his most famous Formless stance. According to Sayaka's cheers, Agito was the one designated as the Kengan Team's boss - Way to play the morale card. Kisara was almost appalled - SHE wanted to be the team leader! She deserved it, didn't she? She's everyone's cheerleader and emotional support fox after all! How annoying. She was jealous.

With Alisa crying out the beginning of the fight, AG sprung forward with a rather familiar mid-low grappling stance that turned floor-low at a speed that even Kisara would be proud of, but as he tried to grab Lu Tian's ankle, he was evaded. The enemy jumped as Agito attempted to sweep away at his feet, only to immediately follow up with a punch, and then a barrage of jabs. Naoya was his loudest encourager. Weirdly enough, Lu Tian adopted a quick stance that looked oddly enough like a defensive karate stance - Kisara wasn't the most familiar with all the Kenpo arts, and considering Karate was derived from Kenpo, it would be so surprise to find out the specific Chinese Martial Art that this Centipede was practicing was the beginning of it all. Agito threw a low kick feint at his ankle, only to quickly hit him with a roundhouse kick to his face and drive the enemy to kneel - He offered not a single second of a break, as he followed up with his famous low grappling stance once again, and this time, he managed to get the enemy's waist and drive him backwards.

"The Wuwang Fist is a lethal assassination technique, but it requires a long windup before it can deliver a killing blow!" Yamashita gasped, watching the one-sided match. "That means it's a bad match against an opponent who attacks quickly! Good job, Kano! You know just how to hit your opponent where it hurts!" "You taught him well, you little trickster." Ohma chuckled, patting the girl's hair. "There's something wrong." Kisara muttered, watching the Centipede fall in Agito's trap by catching his wrist mid-punch, only to get kicked so painfully rough that he was sent some meters away. "It's TOO easy. That bastard hasn't done anything worth noting yet. He wouldn't be a Purgatory fighter if he were this painfully bad." Alisa called for a Down moment, as everyone kept praising and shouting for Agito. Kisara watched as the Fang looked down at the foe sitting comfortably on the ground, and with an Eureka lightbulb moment, she gasped and jolted up to her feet, completely dismissed the searing pain from her wound.

"AGITO! HE CAN USE THE FORMLESS! BE CAREFUL!" while those around her gasped in shock at her words, Kano simply nodded affirmatively, having heard her words. "That's right, I'm sure you heard her. How long are you going to play a part? Use it. Use his techniques. Use the Formless Stance." Agito glared down at the man, his fists clenched, ready to fight. "Wh-What? What do you mean? Isn't that Kano's move?" Yamashita asked, only to see the girl shake her head. "Yes, but also no. It's almost like the Niko Style, don't you think? Two people taught the same art by two people, yet they develop their own fighting style, with their own personal twists. It's like I told you, Ohma - Your style isn't Niko Style anymore, but Ohma Style. It's the same for Agito - If Lu Tian baited Agito with that Gu bracelet, than he must have gone through the same experience, thus, he might have been under the influence of a person with similar knowledge and fighting style as the one who did that to Agito." though her words made so much sense, it got the others almost shuddering, imagining a match with two Kanos in a mirror. However, as if to disprove everything she's said, Lu Tian, with a psychopath grin, stuck his tongue out, revealing that god forsaken Worm tattoo.

"You've got it all wrong!" Lu Tian shouted, getting up, looking like a maniac monster from horror movies. "You're NOTHING like me! Kano Agito, you're just a prototype; But I inherited everything - From Tokita Niko!" everyone seemed to be freaked out over the Worm-reveal, and quite honestly, how MANY are they infiltrated in the Purgatory to begin with?! First, it was the freak Kisara killed, and then, that guy who made Ryuki killed him - And now, this sucker too? And more, why are they revealing their identities so blatantly, in front of the whole world? What's the point of all this? "You're all freaked out about the Worm, but I'm quite shocked at how many people are tied to Niko... Or, uh... Some iteration of Niko." Kisara mumbled, her hands gripping the railing tightly, hearing a grunt of agreement from Ohma. "I'm a prototype? That's a funny joke. Time for me to snap you back to reality." both fighters took the same Formless stance. Lu Tian was proud of himself, explaining that nobody would ever suspect him of being an impostor, because everything he does, everything he feels or says - Everything is him, the real him, the only, genuine Lu Tian.

For a brief moment, Agito recalled the time when he and everyone else got sealed by the one calling himself the 'Other Tokita Niko', how he explained the Gu Ritual, the function of the bracelet, and the meticulous calculation of water, air and food that would last for exactly three months, for a single person. He survived hell, and there was no way he would return. Tokita Niko... Yes, the code name all of Gaoh Mukaku students. Both Agito and Kisara wondered about Ryuki and his connection with Mukaku - He says he's his grandson - Is there something of importance that he knows? Something they should be aware of? Something that Ohma should know that he doesn't remember?

The two fighters were like water and ice; When one attacked, the other evaded so perfectly, and vice-versa. Be it a feint jab, or a well-aimed elbow hit to the torso, or the light-speed the two used to throw jabs, punches and feints - Koga was sweating, his eyes wide open, trying to understand what the hell he was watching. Despite being able to perceive the back and forth perfectly, he was unable to comprehend what he was seeing. All he knew was that they were both dodging each other's hits perfectly well, with a speed that he's only seen someone small like Miss Kisara move.

Agito feigned a chop at Lu Tian's cervical vertebra, only to dodge a straight kick to his hip, and stop immediately. "How come he stopped?! That was his chance!" Koga shouted in disdain. "If he hadn't stopped, Agito would have lost." Kisara pointed out. "I'm not exactly sure how to explain this, but as someone who's trained for the past three years with this stance, I suppose I can say that I can feel certain things." in a battle of Formless vs Formless, five minutes passed since the match begun, and both fighters were perfectly evenly matched. However, the first to get him in the face was Kano, at exactly five minutes and twenty-three seconds.

Agito was forced into a defensive pose with his guard up, and had to back down and stare at the enemy who was grinning like a maniac. Kisara only hoped he would keep level-headed; Agito was more than his Formless style after all. "I survived the Gu Chamber and became a formal student of Tokita Niko - That's why my technique is far deeper than yours, since you escaped." Lu Tian laughed. "I'll tell you one thing -- Tokita Niko abandoned the Niko style -- And do you know why?!" his laughter became even more psychotic, resounding eerily through the stadium. "BECAUSE HE PERFECTED THE ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE - FORMLESS! AND I AM THE PERFECT PRACTITIONER OF FORMLESS! YOUR IMPERFECT FORMLESS COULD NEVER COMPARE TO MINE!!" the opponent was almost falling to the ground cackling - Even Raian wasn't like that. Agito, however, didn't lose composure in the least; Instead, he adopted a martial arts stance with his fists up to his chin, ready to fight. "FUCK HIM UP, AGITO! SHOW HIM WHO'S THE BOSS - AG!" Agito could only let out an amused exhale, smirking at the girl's words, yet still in deep, perfect focus, watching the Worm adopt the Formless stance he was so familiar with, and rush down to attack him.

Lu Tian got in a low stance, rushing to punch at Agito's torso, only for the man to crouch down and disturb the flow and trajectory of the punch by hitting the back of his wrist into the enemy's forearm, surprising him. The shock of being countered earned that vital split second for Kano to lunge forward and wail hard on his opponent, though what looked like a decisive palm strike to the chin that made the opponent rotate in the air was nothing but entertainment for Lu Tian, who somehow, like a cat, managed to land on his feet, going limp to disperse the damage

Lu Tian was a loose cannon with no master and no attachment to the earthly life he was living, that much was evident from his demeanour and fighting style. With the way he was dodging Kano's hits, he looked like a puddle of water, yet he seemed aking to frozen, hard ice with each of his punches sent Agito's way. "How the hell can he even block all those punches?! They're both insane!" Koga shouted in bewilderment, only to see the red head smirking in satisfaction at the fight, seemingly having relaxed. "Look closer, Koga. Kano's waiting for his chance to counter." Ohma pointed out, his eyes never once leaving the fight. "I know my fighting partner better than anyone, Koga. There's no way Agito would lose to a freak like that." Kisara let out an amused exhale, watching Lu Tian throw Kano to the ground, and as he attempted a wrestling-fall with the elbow to his diaphragm, Agito swiftly dodged and engaged in a number of ground-grappling that reminded her of his fight with Naoya, though on a whole other level.

People gasped in dread, shock and disbelief as Lu Tian caught Agito's leg and threw him to the ground, following with repeated stomps to his face, yet the Fang kept his guard up. Naoya was the loudest, afraid for the match. "You guys worry for no reason. Surely, you should have more faith in Agito, of all people? Who is the Emperor of the Kengan Matches, huh? There's only one Kano Agito!" Kisara chucked lazily, leaning on the railing. "You must have forgotten who Kano Agito really is, then. There is the beast with the unconventional, unpredictable movements, with flexibility and the capacity to adapt his fighting style to any strategy, tailored to his opponent - That is the Formless Agito; And there's also the Martial Artist Agito, the one who uses the aggressive Pre-initiative style fused with countless different arts together." Naoya marched up next to her, barely able to contain himself from grabbing her shoulders and shaking her from violent suspense. "YES, I REMEMBER, I FAUGHT HIM! I KNOW! BUT HE TRIED BOTH SIDES AND HE LOST WITH BOTH! WHAT IS THERE TO DO?!" instead, he kept shaking his hands up and down like a toddler. "You are wrong, Naoya." Kisara smirked at him. "Three years ago, there were Two Agito. Now, there is only one. They merged. There is no more Formless Agito and Martial Artist Agito - There is only Kano Agito, the Fifth Fang of Metsudo, the Emperor of the Kengan Matches. Have some faith in him, I know the man who almost killed me every day for three years straight, okay?" she flicked his forehead, making him turn his head to the match, yet all he could see was his most fearsome rival trying to desperately to block the enemy's hits.

With a move similar to what Kisara used in her match, Agito's water-like stance was able to evade behind the opponent, driving him down to the ground, only to get punched in the chin also. As Lu Tian grabbed one of Agito's forearms and shoulder, he tried to bite down on his flesh, only to get violently kneed in his most private area. Suddenly, the flow of the battle changed, and Agito was in perfect control, grappling and plummeting Lu into the ground, rendering him desperate for his life, before he got kicked and swept so far away, with such force, that the Worm was unable to disperse that awful hit and needed three seconds to get up. "Look at him - I'm so proud of him! As he is now, with barely even a fraction of a second delay between style switching, he may even beat Master Kuroki! Ha!" Kisara cockily huffed, watching Agito punch Lu away - Only for the opponent to use some kind of technique akin to the Kure Clan's removal. "Isn't that Raian's Removal? How can that guy use it if he's not from the Kure clan?" Yamashita asked, only to hear the brat tsk in annoyance. "That's the shittiest Removal I've ever seen. Even little brats can do better." Raian growled under his breath. "Don't you dare compare our technique with his fucking cheap rip-off." "I have my suspicions, but... Raian, am I correct in guessing that a person outside of the Kure clan is unable of properly handling the Removal? I know it takes an extraordinary toll on the user - Surely, someone outside of the selective breeding that you weirdos so thoroughly took care of, physically would be unable to reaching your potential." the blond nodded his head, approving her statement. "Yeah, pretty much. That fucker's gonna get himself killed very fast if he actually does anything while using the Removal." the boy added to her assumption. "This guy learnt it from someone - Does the Kure clan have a traitor, then?" the girl asked, only to see him shaking his head. "Nah, no way. Nobody's stupid enough to betray that old geezer." he said. "Must've been those Wu fuckers from China." "China?" Kisara snapped her sight at the man. "Agito's from China. So is Lu Tian - Well, sort of. Is the Wu clan the Chinese family equivalent of the Japanese Kure clan?" "Uh-huh. Gramps knows more about those fucks, but my bet is, if anyone taught our secret technique to an outsider, it was those fucks. Still, it's pretty mad, I mean - It's probably less than a one in a million chance an outsider can handle the Removal and not die, you get me?" even using the Indestructible, Agito was driven backwards violently by a single punch from Lu Tian, followed by a strong shin hit and an elbow. Kano's back was bent all the way back; The opponent's strength and speed had sky-rocketed, making the gap between them evident to the naked, unaccustomed eye of the viewer. He was even capable of evading all of Agito's jabs - He must be thinking, using the Formless and the Removal together, he has eclipsed them all, even his own master, even someone from the Kure or Wu clan. "As if Agito's weak enough to fall to this jerk's failed attempt at playing strong. What a joke." Kisara scoffed, watching as Agito easily parried a blow and managed to hit three of his vitals in a jab very similar to Hatsumi's triple shot, but on a much grander scale.

"It doesn't matter how much your physical abilities have improved. I have overcome my Beast's Soul, the price for surviving the Gu Ritual. You, who have lost your humanity, can never defeat me." Agito declared confidently, angering Lu Tian to the point of driving him crazy. With power that's on par with Wakatsuki or Julius even, and speed to match Kisara, the monster slammed both of his feet to the ground, breaking the concrete as though it was some kind of superhero movie.

Kano landed a punch to the berserk Lu Tian's diaphragm, then to his jaw - Those who watched, recognised the similarity with Kisara's own move, the unguardable strike launched at point-blank range - The dragon sinks its teeth in. The Dragon Shot. So strong, so powerful, that Lu Tian was unconscious on the ground, and Alisa had declared the fight to be over, with Kano Agito the winner. "WHAT STRENGTH! WHAT POWER! THE EMPEROR OF THE KENGAN MATCHES HAS DEFEATED THE DEMON OF PURGATORY!" Sayaka shouted into the mic. Agito's face was as black as always as he ruffled his messy hair, stepping back towards the Kengan stands. Kisara pushed everyone aside, smirking at AG and shouting at the top of her lungs, hoping that using his mother tongue to praise him would be enough of a painfully agonising stab to the Purgatory enemies - Or, at least, those who could understand. If one of the Three Demon Fists was a Worm, what's to say the other two aren't? And there is and there is one guy, Alan Wu, nod doubt he'd get pissed too, if he has Raian's personality. "Guànjūn láile! Gěi Huángshàng kētóu! Kano Agito, Kengan de Huángdi!" the girl laughed at the others' confused visage, but it didn't matter. Agito was amused at her antics, and that was all she cared about. Calling him the Champion, the Emperor of the Kengan matches, telling them all to kneel before him - What a dork she was.

Though she was unable to go out of her way and jump around, embracing the man, due to her injury, Naoya was more than eager to jump-hug the man to tightly and sing him laurels like no other. "I am very proud of you, Agito." Kisara said, only to instinctually rush to support his weight with Okubo's help, as one of his legs gave up momentarily. "Easy there, Champion. Go take a break, you've done enough for now." "Yeah, exactly, Kano! You've won your match - It's our turn now!" Naoya exclaimed cheerfully.

Out of nowhere, however, the remaining members of the Purgatory all gathered up in the ring. Alisa's words mattered little, as she tried to get everyone to return to their side of the arena - Instead, everyone from the Kengan side joined them in a rather intense showdown of stares. The first to speak was a brunet man called Arashimiyama Jurota, and he inquired about the tattoo of the centipede revealed on three of their fighters. It seemed Nitoku was bothered by that coincidence also. Yamashita Kazuo took a step forward and explained about the events involving the Worm all the way up to this very moment, only leaving out the fact that this organisation somehow managed to infiltrate even the Kengan Association somehow.

"I've heard rumours of them. They're an Ancient Chinese secret society, aren't they?" Jurota asked, scratching at his chin. "I thought they were just a fairy tale. So they're real?" the masked man asked in a calm voice. "I've heard the name, of course. So does that mean the Ogre, Naidan and Lu Tian were imposters...?" Fei asked. "No, we can't say that for sure. We don't even have a full handle on the Worm at this point -- So what do you say we suspend the competition..." Yamashita Kazuo's suggestion was swiftly cut off by Lolong, the leader of the Purgatory, who was the first to turn away and leave. "No. This conversation is over. It doesn't matter who infiltrated us. We're seeing this through." for some reason, Kisara stared after the blond man with the slicked back hair. His whole vibe was so similar to Ohma's, for some reason. She wondered if he was Purgatory's true trump card. "J-Just a second, Lolong! Those three might not have been the only Worms! Until we know what their goal is, I can't in good conscience let the matches--" the poor manager got interrupted again. "You think there are more Worms on our side? How naive. Haven't you forgotten? There could just as easily be Worms on your side." Kisara shared a suspicious look with Ohma, though they said no word to voice their concerns. Instead, Wakatsuki and Okubo looked suspiciously at Masaki. He really was pretty damn freaking creepy.

The Kengan fighters gathered back to their side and were muttering between each other. Those who hadn't attended the short conversation with the Purgatory were informed of their discussion, and a solemn silence took over them, as though it was a graveyard - And in a way, it was, for the two Worms that died. Kisara still couldn't get over the horrified gasps and shrieks from the audience - Purgatory pussies. If it was a Kengan match, they'd have all cheered so loud, you could hear it from the moon. Pathetic.

"I think I'll go to the infirmary for some painkillers. All this excitement isn't good for my body." Kisara informed, so the others wouldn't freak out over her whereabouts, considering this whole Worm mess, and how she outright declared war on them. "You shouldn't go alone." Takeshi warned her, though at the very second she turned to leave the chamber, she gasped breathlessly and would have collapsed, if someone hadn't caught her roughly by the arms. "Yeah, babe, you shouldn't go alone. Who knows what Worm you're gonna encounter~?" that damn, good for nothing kickboxer, Tanji, had immobilised her by a punch to her wound so far that she wheezed blood, and her stitches broke. She couldn't find the strength to breathe, every breath was shallow and her legs were powerless from the electrifying agony spreading through every nerve of her body. "T-Tanji...?!" the man's grip tightened, making her grit her teeth from the suffering. "Yeah, that's right! I knew you'd remember me, I'm really happy!" the man let out a dry chuckle. "You see, I was really turned on after watching you fight - Back then, and now also - I wanted to ask you out again. It was your loss, rejecting me, but I was going to be nice enough to allow you a second chance." "OI! SHE'S FUCKING TAKEN, YOU FUCKASS!" though Ohma was the one to rescue his wife, Raian was the vocal one, who punched him square in the face. "YA WANT A THIRD ROUND, LIMP DICK?" "FUCK OFF, KURE BRAT, MY BEEF'S NOT WITH YA, IT'S WITH HER!" Tanji attempted to lunge at Kisara, only to get kicked away by Raian, who seemed pumped up with adrenaline. Kisara was coughing in her hands and struggling to breathe, though the blood was leaking through her fingers. "Easy. Take it easy. Just focus and breathing." Ohma had her sit on the ground, holding her firmly to keep her focus on him. "That's right, that's my girl. Take it easy." she could barely nod, as a way to acknowledge his words. "Are you trying to teach medicine to a doctor, you stupid gym rat?" she tried to chuckle, only to get cradled into a shielding embrace as Raian was playing around too much. "Wouldn't dream of it, you dumbass bookworm. To think you'd get hit on and almost assassinated by the same person, at the same time. What have you been doing while I was away?" Ohma tried to get her mind away from her breathing struggles, though the pain was gradually subsiding and she was beginning to feel and breathe better. "Can't complain much. If he hadn't hit on me, I wouldn't have befriended Psycho Brat." she grumbled, motioning for Ohma to help her up, though she continued to cling on him. "But that comment about Worms - Tanji, are you a Worm also?" "If I were, I wouldn't tell you, would I?" Tanji barked a laugh, parrying a kick from the Kure. "I came here to ask you out! We can make a better Kure Clan! Breed among only the strongest and --" "Yep, he's a Worm, a'ight." Raian unintentionally ripped away the kickboxer's shirt, revealing a centipede tattoo on his pectoral muscle. "Hey, Raian - What game should we play now?" Raian's grin went even wider. "SOCCER!" with strength like no other, the psycho kicked Tanji's head so hard that he was sent propelling towards the spot Kisara and Ohma were embracing - The girl instinctually reciprocated, kicking him back, though she needed to be held up by her husband who shook his head. With his hand holding pressure on her open wound, he could see the red painting his palm. "No more games, you're gonna kill yourself, dumbass." he said, grabbing Tanji by the neck and slamming him so hard into the wall that it broke... Along with his face. "And you - Stop hitting on my wife. She said no." "I can't believe we had Worms even so many years ago..." Takeshi shook his head, looking down at the unconscious man. He deserved it, and more. "This only proves we have to be very careful." Misasa pointed out, patting Kisara's shoulder. "Go get yourself treated, Barbie the CEO. Wouldn't want to see a dead fox around." "Kano, go to the infirmary with her." Ohma nodded at the Fang, who nodded back, and keeping a supportive arm around the girl's frail body, they went to Hanafusa for a quick fix, and a good amount of opioids, and perhaps another round of stitching and more protective layers over her wound. Only hell knows, she needed it. And most likely a nutrient IV, but that's not gonna happen. She has to be there and watch the matched, encourage everyone, and most of all, have fun and spend time with her husband.

Still, she couldn't help but wonder... A simple fighting tournament between the two greatest underground associations turned out to be the catalyst of a Worm infestation that was going to last very long, and possibly kill more people. These guys had no regard for human life... And the same could be said about the Kure Clan and the Wu Clan. The life of an assassin meant the perversion of their views on humanity and the worth of a soul. That's exactly how Raian found himself grinning like the Cheshire cat, cackling like a maniac as he shared a look from far away with the one called Alan Wu.

"Raian, no killing! I didn't win my match for you, of all people, to lose from overkill!" Raian simply laughed and picked the girl up, passing her back to her husband, before patting her hair as though she was a child - She was older than him, that snotty brat. "You psycho bitch, I'm not joking! Raian, listen to me!" "Can't promise, babe!" he threw his Tshirt and jacket at her head and stepped back into the ring. "What a god damn brat!" Kisara grunted, slapping his clothes to the ground, before glaring at Ohma. "And you preferred his company instead of mine, for almost three years? Give me a break. Go marry him, not me!" "That's enough, Your Majesty, your crown is falling." Ohma chuckled, fixing her messed up hair. "Let's just trust that brat and hope for the best." "You really believe he won't kill that guy?" the look she gave him only amused him further, and he flicked her forehead before placing a kiss to make her feel better. "Nope." Ohma chuckled. "He killed Tanji after you left." "Oh, thank goodness!" Kisara sighed. "I can't believe I would need to get saved - THRICE - From the same guy... BY the same guy. What a mess." "Thrice...?" Ohma's eyes widened in surprise at the insistence of that guy. "Once, just around the time after your fight with Raian. Second, the next morning after the tournament, when I was preparing to leave with Agito. And... Now was the third." Ohma scoffed, pulling her closer to him. "Sorry I wasn't there for you the first times." he muttered in her hair. "You were here now, and that's all that matters to me." Two psychopaths were facing each other, laughing and taunting the other best they knew. There was no way for either Kisara or Ohma to know that the Patriarch of the Kure Clan was in the same room with the Head of the Wu Clan, discussing about their situation. Wu Xing, the Leader of the Chinese branch, was cringing violently at the mere thought of Alan Wu, and how he's killed more members from the Main Line than even Edward Wu, the biggest big guy, and coincidentally, one of their worst enemies also.

The King of Slaughter, Alan Wu, was keeping his hands in his pockets, and his back was hunched, yet his eyes were gleaming with bloodlust and his face was split from the wide joker-like grin he was displaying. "I'm gonna play with you, kiddo, until you drown in a puddle of your own blood!"

Out of nowhere, Nikaido Ren, one of the Wolves who became one of Katahara's most trusted bodyguards, came over to explain to everyone the origins of the Wu Clan and Alan especially, as it would be important for the future, and their fight against the Worms. He told them the old story passed down through generations for almost two thousand years, about this glob of blackness that fell on the earth and it killed people, beasts, demons and gods alike, slaughtering without rest - This blackness turned into a humanoid being, with its eyes stained black by the blood of its victims - Wu Hei, the very first Wu.

A short interaction between Raian and Alan revealed that that the Wu might have been delusional in a way, telling Raian that after a millennia and a half alone, he's forgotten the face of his own parents. Even Raian was irked and freaked out by this weirdo. Yamashita was worried for Raian, but Ohma was quick to reassure the old man, saying that, in the year they've sparred every day after his recovery, Raian won more often than him - Though he admitted that with the most adorable pout, so cute that Kisara couldn't help but pull him in a kiss.

"Don't underestimate the Wu Clan, they're in the core of the Chinese Underground." out of all people, surely, Ren would be the one to know best about such things. He continued his story about the clan splitting over 1300 years prior - Those who remained in China became the Wu Clan, whilst the others who migrated to Japan named themselves the Kure. There was also a smaller faction who went to the Occident and became the Westward faction, led by Edward Wu. So here is where Kisara was wrong, she assumed Alan was of the Chinese branch - So her prior shade must have failed. Shame.

Before the clans broke apart, however, the secret technique known as Removal in Japan, or Guihun in China, was passed to the whole clan. Considering the Ogre she fought mentioned the Guihun, he must have also been in a somewhat similar position as Lu Tian, perhaps. There was a technique only passed down to the main clan, however, and that was called 'Huisheng', or 'Resurrection'. This technique was completely sealed away by the Kure and the Main Wu Clans, thus only Edward Wu's Westward Faction keep using it, what a mess.

Huisheng requires a Receiver known as a Connector - Ideally, this Connector should be as young as possible, possibly with a close blood relationship to the Speaker. From the time the Connector is a child, the Speaker tells him about his life. Every event, no matter how great or small, is told - Again and again and again... Huisheng is passed on for years to decades, until the death of the Speaker; As a result, the Speaker's soul comes to dwell within the Connector. "So... That's basically brainwashing, huh?" Kisara asked, earning a nod from the Wolf. "Speak about being obsessed with immortality." Nitoku huffed in complete disagreement. "So, Ren, you came here to tell us that Alan Wu's conscience goes back about 1300 years ago?" Kisara concluded, but this time, the man shook his head. "Not quite, no. The personality dwelling within Alan Wu is Wu Hei, the very first Wu, born 5000 years ago." everyone's eyes shot open in surprise. As if on cue, Alan's shirt was ripped from his body as he activated Guihun and his muscles bulged up as though he was Julius. "His muscles are pumped up!! And holy SHIT, he's HUGE!" Koga gasped loudly. "The Westward Faction moved to more frigid climates and evolved to be larger. Even Raian, who's large for the Kure Clan, is below the average height of the Wu clan." Nikaido explained calmly. "Bergmann's Rule, correct? Animals that live in more frigid climates tend to evolve to be larger." Nitoku shared a look of disdain with Kisara, who nodded at him. "Impressive how a mere millennium can make such a difference." "You can say that again." Koga blurted in shock at the two monsters who began the fight before Alisa announced its beginning.

At a first glance, they seemed equally matched, insanely strong, and even faster. No doubt, Alan could unleash 100% of his Removal, just like Raian - Yet the Kure hadn't activated his own technique yet. He was playing around. What a child. Just as Raian finally agreed that Alan would make for a good toy, perhaps even worthy of fighting against his own Removal - The brat stopped dead in his tracks, and his head snapped towards the exit of the arena. He looked like a cat that's spotted a mouse and was so fascinated with it.

"Did he just lose interest?! What's going on?!" Koga stammered over his words. "Raian?! Focus on the match!!" Yamashita was yelling in desperation. "Something's wrong with Raian!" "Hey! What's the matter, Raian?!" Ohma, too, yelled strongly at him. "Raian, snap out of it! Fuck him up, Raian!" Kisara added also, but it was to no avail. The blond was staring intently towards the exit. "Is... Someone there? There's no way Raian would get distracted in a fight, especially one against a psycho of the Wu clan." there was no way for them to know that, just there, the very Edward Wu was standing tall, with his arms crossed, staring right back at the Kure boy. Next to him, hunched over and meek, was Xia Ji, the twin brother of the Head of the Worms, and the Chief of the Far East branch.

Raian recalled that boring meeting the whole clan had, yet he remembered the anger that everyone was harboring - Rikuto, the man who was supposed to be next in line for the Patriarch role, had been killed after going after the Head of the Worm. Gramps concluded he had been betrayed - There was no way Rikuto would have falled so easily - And he showed them a picture of Edward Wu, the one they had to kill, no matter what. Seeing Edward in the flesh was the most exciting thing Raian's felt in his whole life. "RAIAN, FINISH THE MATCH!" though Raian could her hear voice, he merely grinned, ready to go after that fucker. Instead, he got stopped by Alan, who was still in his delusional state. Kisara was right, he had to finish the match already and go do his real job - Assassinate the fucker who dared go after his family.

He needn't even use the Removal, throwing a punch, using a Buddha Killer elbow to the throat, a hard slam with his shoulders into his torso, followed by a double fist punch Mountain Breaker and a Leg Thrust, Raian allowed his enemy not a single second to retaliate. The match was done, Raian was over with the prelude, and just like any feline playing with its prey, it was time to devour it. The brat activated his Removal with a grin, punching the Wu opponent in the face to render him barely conscious, before shoving his hands deep into his mouth, gripping at his maxilla and mandible - It didn't matter that Alan Wu had taken out a small knife to save himself - With a monster-like strength, Raian ripped Alan Wu in half without any bit of mercy. "If I wasn't so mad that we lost the match, I would have been awestruck at how cool that was." Kisara found herself gazing in wonder at the blood splattering around as if to recreate a painting, and the fallen enemy had its viscera everywhere. "That damn brat." Ohma grumbled in annoyance, realising it was one more match in detriment of Kengan. "Match's over, Ref. I'm disqualified. Go ahead and call the match for that mangled corpse." ever the jokester, even bathing in the blood of his enemy, and with everyone shrieking at him for being a murderous psychopath.

Raian had bolted off, out of the fighting arena, to satisfy his curiosity.

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"Ah, Kisara." Dohalim glanced around the premises of the training grounds. "It seems that training here is finished for the day." Judging from the exhausted people around him, she might have pushed them too hard. Or perhaps these people had a hard time keeping up with someone of her caliber and experience.

"Perfect timing. If you don't mind, I'll be requesting your company for the rest of the day." For some reason, he looked like he was in a hurry. But in reality, he was quite… nervous, for various reasons.

(oh what could it be? only time will tell ;3c )

"Hey, Do." She turned, smiling as she did. His presence was not unwelcome in the training grounds. In fact, Kisara looked quite happy to see him.

"We just finished not too long ago, actually," she confirmed. Maybe she had gotten a little carried away with training these people. They weren't used to combat, though. At least not when compared to herself, Dohalim, and the others. She wasn't oblivious to the seeming nervousness he carried about him as he spoke, and for a moment she let her head tilt ever so slightly to the side. Those nerves could have been there for any number of reasons, she knew. Gold eyes blinked once, then she considered the request. The whole rest of the day with him?

"Lucky for you, I didn't make any plans for the rest of today since I thought training would go on longer. So I'd be happy to join you." Now, then, what could he have had in mind? Kisara could picture at least a couple of things, some musical in nature and others not. She was happy to see where this went regardless.

#ic #ervaurem #Lionhearted Protector (Kisara)#A New Day Dawns #👀#I look forward to seeing where this goes

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What Your Favorite Yu-Gi-Oh DM Girl Says About You

[Main Girls Only] [GX]

Anzu Mazaki/Tea Gardner (reposted): Decades of her being called “the friendship slut” have hardened your skin into diamond armor. You’re something of a purist for DM, and have almost definitely read the manga. You probably enjoy shipping her with some stripe of Yugi or Atem. You’re very prideful of the fact that she technically has a perfect win record, and mention this fact at every opportunity whenever someone makes fun of her. You have a wary relationship with yaoi shippers.

Mai Kujaku/Mai Valentine: You are very defensive of Mai's win record. Mai is the coolest and nobody else can fight you on this. Whenever she's mentioned in post-DM material, you feel an immense sense of vindication. It sometimes gets on your nerves that she's the most overtly "sexy" character in the original series, but you've learned to live with it. You have very complicated feelings about the Doma arc. You are probably a Polarshipper, but you can go a lot of ways.

Ishizu Ishtar: You think this show about Egyptian stuff needed more Egyptians and consequently were very happy. You either really like or really dislike Kaiba, but no matter what, you definitely laughed when she pushed his shit in. Mostly, you just think she’s really pretty. Someone put the brainbug of her ending up with Mai in your head and it won’t leave. You appreciate a character who acts like an adult, and really want to give her a hug.

(Note: all of the above also applies to Isis, except you also like Millennium World.)

Shizuka Kawai/Serenity Wheeler: You empathized with her a lot growing up. You actually like the filler arcs, but you weren’t big on the love triangle subplot. You’re very angry when people dismiss her. There’s roughly a 70% chance you have considered Silentshipping at some point. You’ve created some very elaborate AUs. You were very mad when you discovered the scene where she dives into the ocean was an anime addition.

Kisara: You desperately want to know her real backstory. You’ve read and watched her scenes exhaustively to work out every minor facet of who she is. You sometimes pull up artwork of her and just... stare at her. You wish Millennium World had been about twice as long. You’re very insistent on the differences between Blueshipping and Mizushipping. You’ve read or written at least one fanfic where she shows up in the modern day.

Mana: When the truth came out that an actual, human version of Dark Magician Girl existed, you were giddy for about a week. You know she’s not around a lot, but you don’t care. You really wish Millennium World hadn’t been cut short, because you want to know the deal with her getting the Millennium Ring was. You’ve read or written at least one fanfic where she shows up in the modern day.

Miho Nosaka: You are a Toei/Season Zero purist without shame. You heard that there was a whole other girl character in the show, and your head danced with possibilities, and then you found out she was an airheaded, childish mess of a person, but that just made you love her more. You know that 40% of her reason for existence is to be a girlfriend, but disagree on whose girlfriend she should be.

Aileen Rao: You are to Miho fans what Miho fans are to everyone else. You heard there was a cool Indian lady villain and that was that. You’ve talked someone else into playing Raijinhai. You are probably very happy I acknowledged she exists.

Rebecca Hopkins/Rebecca Hawkins: You’re not too happy that her first appearance gives a lot of people the worst impression of her. You’ve had to defend the later DM filler arcs on a number of occasions. You’re not against her and Yugi, but you really wish that the love triangle had been left out. You find American characters in anime really funny.

Vivian Wong: You know she makes people mad, you know she’s arguably the least popular girl, you don’t care. In fact, that drew you to her out of spite. You really like Chinese girls and martial artists in any media. You saw that the final shot of the anime’s last ending is her and Mai teaming up, and a thousand fanfics danced before your eyes.

Sera: You read the absolute hell out of Transcend Game before DSOD came out, and actually understood what was going on. You’re disappointed she wasn’t in the movie that much, and that her badass avatar didn’t stick around. Still, anyone who tries to beat up Kaiba inside his own brain has your vote. You were immensely happy when she showed up in Duel Links.

Dark Magician Girl: You made up a whole personality in your head for her, and weren’t satisfied by Mana. You really liked the Doma arc. Even you aren’t sure how it works when you ship her with Yugi, but you don’t care; you’ve had a crush on her since February 8, 2003, and it will never die. You own at least one copy of her card in real life.

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nafeary · 3 years

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“Sun and Moon”

⚬ Pairing: Leonardo da Vinci/Reader

⚬ Characters: Reader, Leo, Comte, and Mozart

⚬ Word Count: 1.3k

⚬ Genre: Fluff, but also a lil bit of Leo being an edgelord

⚬ Warnings: none

⚬ Event: 500 Follower Milestone Celebration [Requests Closed]

✧✎ Prompt/s: Requested by @nishtharya

4. “You’re like the moon.” “Didn’t you say I was hot?”

14. “Gossip and cuddles? “Gossip and cuddles.”

✧✎ A/N: haha, did I say flashfics haha uhm... I’m sorry, but im physically unable to write things without plot, it seems. I hope you enjoy this regardless 💜💜💜 take care everyone, and drink water!

Snowflakes were brimming the edge of your wool hat, your fingertips numb and stiff as you pulled your mantle tight around yourself. Impatient footsteps were stamped across the white ground of Comte’s mansion, evidence of you foul mood. Things had been difficult enough, especially with the mansion’s butler having fallen sick, and now a vexing encounter with some disparaging men at weekly market had left you intensely frustrated.

As you huffed a billow of your breath into the air, you spotted the le Comte conversing with Leonardo, the latter rather apparent in showing his apathy. Your eyes met across the distance, molten gold slowly enrapturing your senses—they’ve always had the ability to annihilate even the most stubborn of negative emotions, yet you couldn’t help your frustration at the period-typical misogyny you had had to face.

Your lover promptly turned back to his friend, giving him a friendly pat on his shoulder before sauntering over to you. Le Comte nodded your way before disappearing inside the mansion.

“So,” you began once he stopped in front of your form, resisting the urge to wrap your arms around him and rubbing your icy fingers together in an attempt to spark some warmth. “what were you two talking about?”

“Nothing too important, cara mia.” He’s apparently taken notice of your shivers, warmth spread across your skin, when he clasped your hands in his; then, he started to squeeze them, kneading your skin with his thumbs until you felt the uncomfortable stiffness gradually wear off.

He brought your hands close to his face, pursed his saccharine lips, and started to blow on them. A sensation fizzled to life in your lower tummy, akin to a hearty soup warming you from the inside.

Leo guided your threaded hands to his chest while gazing at you beneath his dense lashes. “He merely informed me that the ball tonight was canceled.”

Ah... the ball. A friend of le Comte’s had invited Mozart to play at that ball—which would have been tonight—and the master of the mansion insisted on his attendance. Society and tradition invariably got their way, thus causing you to be appointed as his entourage. None of you were elated at this development, and you were certain that Leo was reluctant to let you attend a ball as someone else’s sweetheart... pretend or not.

But he’d kept quiet, enjoining you to enjoy yourself while requesting Mozart to look out for you. As much as you appreciated his consideration, you had contemplated the decision to attend regardless—but the occurrences today had officially soiled your mood.

“I see... truth be told, I wasn’t in the mood to hang around nobles, anyway.” And truly, you’d much rather curl up beneath your lover’s blanket, asking Leo whether he could whip up that minestrone that was the epitome of soul food. Perhaps even telling him about those men’s revolting views.

Bits of snow began to powder his ashen hair, reflecting the light of the moon as they slowly melted. The frosty flakes in stark contrast to his calming expression, they prompted you to lift the corner of your lips, not wanting to look too cold and mad under his warm gaze. “I see. Is there anything you’d like to do, mia principessa?”

He shed his mantle, gently pulling it over your shoulders in a graceful arch. “Gossip and cuddles?” You hated how needy you sounded, yet there was no use concealing the desire to spend time with your beau. Leonardo would waste no time figuring out your hidden emotions, either way.

“Gossip and cuddles, it is.”

“—and they had the audacity to tell me that I ought to cover my cleavage further over the day. What’s the point of doing that if evening wear shows of racks left and right, anyway?”

You’d been ranting about the ways of the 19th century for a good hour now. In between a few tears of vexation—especially looking back on the more hurtful comments they’d thrown your way—and plenty furious curses here and there, Leonardo had prepared you some minestrone. After only a couple of spoons, you could already feel the crease in between your eyebrows subsiding.

Now, his arms were protectively wound around your stomach, molding the marbles of your spine against his chest. Being the big spoon was his favourite thing, that much he’d admitted. Not that you were complaining, of course—the warmth his hugs shared was incomparable. “Thank you for listening to me. I’m sorry if I bored you.”

“Nonsense,” he whispered in response, pressing his soft lips against the shell of your ear, and continued peck after peck until he reached your temple. “They had know right judging you based on your appearance.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, the only sound disturbing the peace resounding from the little cocoon Lumiere had curled herself into, adorable quiet mewling making you simper from ear to ear.

You recalled the earlier fortunate events, halting at the sheer convenience. Pursing your lips in thought, you were more than certain that Leonardo must have asked Comte to excuse yourself from the activity upon seeing your distress—he could read you like no other, after all. He must have already known to your desire not to attend the festivities.

“You know, Leo? You’re like the moon, in some ways.”

He playfully nibbled your ear, prompting you to flinch in surprise, vermillion staining your cheeks. “Didn’t you say I was hot? Just yesterday, you were claiming that in between your pretty gasps—”

Swiftly, you turned around, lightly pinching his arms in the process. “I get it. Let me talk.” As serious as you were trying to come across, you couldn’t help a few giggles from slipping past your mouth, his wide-eyed expression, and that surprised pout lacing his lips, just too satisfactory.

“You’re always incredibly attentive and caring. No matter what, you never fail to watch over your loved ones, just like the moon never fails to guide us through darkness.” Just the way he immediately got to work to make you feel better, without ever having been asked to do so, filled you with a sense of belonging.

Your stare fluttered past the window revealed by the drapes, the moonlight sparkling in alabaster droplets that poured from the kohl sky.

“Beyond that, you never reveal your true intentions—even if you’re directly called out, you just... manage to stay in the shadows without ever admitting that you were looking out for someone.” You’ve gotten used to your lover’s innovative ways—both in helping people out, and hiding that that’s what he was assaying to achieve.

“And you shine so so bright, Leonardo. Especially when you choose to step into your moonlight, celebrating with the people around you instead of merely watching them live from the shadows.” At this point, you were aware that your were trailing off, the cogs in your mind turning slower and slower, as though they were treading through syrup.

Slowly, his body began to respond to your admittedly embarrassing musings, yet his eyes were the last thing you managed to focus on before succumbing to your exhaustion, a stunning gold that beheld you as if you were his greatest treasure.

As you let your head fall onto his chest, he could feel his unconscious slipping to and fro like an ocean tide as he whispered a honeyed, “ti amo, cara mia,” into the tangles of your hair, the universe never seeming so in orbit.

“If I am indeed the moon, you are the sun—so bright, I’m afraid I might appear to tenebrous.”

Tag List of the most wonderful sweethearts (just message me if you’d like to be added <3): @juminly @kisara-16 @sweetlittlemouse @thesirenwashere @nad-zeta @delicateikemenmemes

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lorei-writes · 3 years

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Dalmatian

Theodorus van Gogh x MC Fluff

Suggested by one and only @nad-zeta, the prompt being Theo taking care of an MC who works herself into a state of exhaustion. I hope it holds together ^^”

Content Warnings: none

She pushed forward, however, each and every day – with a smile and kind words, at least to the very best of her ability… Until she could not anymore, her mind going blank as she let her head rest on her desk, a sudden jolt of her elbow knocking over the ink bottle. She straightened her back abruptly, terrified of what had transpired. “No no no no no no no,” she chanted, getting up as to search for some cloth to save her journal. The chair fell down with a loud thud. Rushed steps came from outside – and she stood there, utterly frozen and unable to move by an inch.

When pushed past a certain point, a tired body becomes exhausted. It’s agility drops, focus growing hard to maintain, the limbs being sluggish and losing their coordination. Yet it is far from the worst, the scale extending beyond said state and reaching into fatigue, where breathing turns laborious in itself, the very existence being draining. It is not uncommon for one to live in said condition – and unfortunately, neither it is so for one to invite themselves to it. Hours of work, endless stress, deadlines piling up, lack of rest, all slowly eating away at the stamina and causing each day to be more challenging than the previous one, until the body breaks and refuses to answer to the commands of the mind.

It happened so that she ran herself in such corner, the work of an assistant combined with tasks entrusted to her by other residents of the mansion weighting down on her shoulders and nearly bringing her down to her knees. She pushed forward, however, each and every day – with a smile and kind words, at least to the very best of her ability… Until she could not anymore, her mind going blank as she let her head rest on her desk, a sudden jolt of her elbow knocking over the ink bottle. She straightened her back abruptly, terrified of what had transpired. “No no no no no no no,” she chanted, getting up as to search for some cloth to save her journal. The chair fell down with a loud thud. Rushed steps came from outside – and she stood there, utterly frozen and unable to move by an inch.

The door to her room opened, a head of brown hair peaking inside. “Puppy? What is this noise all about?” Theo asked, seemingly having been prepared to tackle an intruder. She did not reply, however, her hands curling into fists as she stood there, surrounded by mess. As to better assess the situation, Theo took a step forward, his lover turning to face him, a splash of ink marking her cheek. Her chin trembled, tired tears beginning to pool in equally fatigued eyes – and perhaps it was only exhaustion that stopped them from overflowing, even this activity being too much. “Pupje…” he let out, reaching as to cup the clean side of her face. It appeared he was too slow, the gravity pulling her forward at much greater pace, the step she tried to take turning into a fall. He let her, however, her head soon resting against his shoulder as she sobbed quietly in an attempt to calm down, his arms closed around her – and his shirt being ruined, although he could not care much.

Clearly, she would not answer even if he asked. As such, Theo looked around, the first and most obvious stop for his eyes being her desk, her journal, the pages being completely soaked. He blinked fast. Of course… Yet why the crying and why the chair…? Theo looked down, realisation dawning onto him. He clenched his jaw. How could have he not noticed any sooner? Wordlessly, he picked her up. “Theo?” “I might have taken the dog talk too far, you’ve almost turned into a Dalmatian. Let’s get this ink out.” “But my journal…” “I will take care of that.”

***

Steam glittered in the air as she exited the bath, the dark marks refusing to come off her skin. A nightgown thrown over her body, she stared at her reflection, dark circles under her eyes seemingly glaring at her. A knock on the door. “Yes?” “Can I come in?” Theo asked. “Yeah.”

The door closed fast yet too slow to keep the cooler air of the corridor at bay. Goosebumps grew over her arms, shivers beginning their hike up her spine. “I got your room back in order. The empty part of your journal wasn’t salvageable and you have lost a couple pages, but the rest seems to be in a good shape,” he reported, setting a small bowl of warm water on the counter. “Meanwhile, you’re still spotted.” She sat down on a stool, Theo keeping her chin in place with one hand, the other one wielding a wash cloth soaked in hot soapy water. He rubbed on the residual ink, rough thumb brushing against her cheek every now and again, as if trying to soothe her. “Theo, be gentler. It’s starting to hurt,” she complained, her brows knitting together. “I am gentle.” “You can do better. Think of holding a valuable painting.” “Like the one you’ve almost dropped the other day?” he chuckled. “It’s your fault, I said that I could carry it, not that I should have,” she bickered back, touching her fist to his chest, as to “punch” him. To her surprise, Theo grew quiet, seemingly contemplating something, his touch becoming lighter.

Theo sighed. “You’re right,” he spoke again. “You’re right and you have to rest more. I can handle the next few days myself.” “But –” “I don’t want you to knock off things and cry because you’re so tired,” he cut her off, leaving no room for disagreement. His face relaxed, however, his lips curling into a smile. “Oh look, my puppy isn’t a fake Dalmatian anymore.” She giggled, Theo turning around as to wring the cloth and leave it to dry. He looked at her again, recognising a bit of mischief playing in her eyes. Having decided to play along, he asked: “What are you waiting for? Go to sleep, you need rest.” “I’m too tired to go myself, you see. Carry me.” Theo shook his head, already moving to do as she demanded. “Fine.” “While we’re at it… I think I won’t fall asleep alone…” she yawned.

***

A few days passed, her break being over – although somehow, the residents seemed to be more mindful of asking her things. She dressed herself and tied her hair up, almost ready to leave for the day… “Pupje?” Theo asked from the other side of the door. “Come in!”

She froze, her lover holding a new journal in hand – almost identical to her previous one.

Tag List: @cheese-ception , @kisara-16, @nad-zeta If you want to be tagged for my works, please, do let me know :D Please, specify fandoms as well (IkeSen, IkeVam, OM).

#theodorus van gogh #ikevamp theo #ikevamp theodorus #ikemen vampire theo #ikemen vampire theodorus #ikemen vampire #ikevam #did i mess it up? gee i hope i didnt

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xlucian-hell-cat90x · 3 years

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Whiterun

Kisara gasps as Ren and Lucien lead her through the gates into the bustling city of Whiterun. She stops at the little bridge and pulls the hood closer to her face, watching all the people go about their day in the walls of the city. The guards patrol the city as the children run past them playing and laughing.

She smiles softly at the sight before her. "Never been in a city before?" Ren asks softly, breaking her trance. "No. I live in the woods." She sighs, feeling a little overwhelmed and homesick. "Come on let's head toward Jorvaskr. I'm sure we can get some answers from my friends there." Ren says, walking ahead of her and Lucien.

Kisara stops at the giant tree in the middle of the Wind Distract. She stares at the tree. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Lucien asks, quietly, standing beside her. "Yes. She is." Kisara says, walking over to the tree. She lays a gentle hand on the tree.

She feels a rush of wind around her as she hears the whispering of the wind through the branches of the trees. She smiles softly as she hears Kyne's peaceful song. Ren turns around at the bottom of the stairs at Jorvaskr when he realizes there is no one behind him.

He stares in amazement as the wind picks up around Kisara. He hears footsteps and looks at the top of the stairs to see a familiar small female much like Kisara appear from Jorvaskr. "Ah, Ren. Good to see you again." She smiles. "You as well, Luna." He smiles, then frowns when he sees Bear behind her. "See you still got that big ogre following you." He teases.

She joins him at the bottom of the stairs. "Yeah. He's the best companion a woman like me could ask for. When he's not being over protective." Luna smiles. Bear just growls in response. Lucien and Kisara make their to Ren's side.

"I see you still got Lucien with you. Who's this?" Luna asks, intrigued. Kisara hides behind Ren. Lucien places a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. They are friends of ours." He assures her. "This is Kisara. We are on our way to see Euroland about getting her some armor. Then later placing an order with Ysolda to get her some clothes that better fit her." Ren explains rather emotionless.

Luna looks him over. "You look exhausted, Ren. When's the last time you've rested?" She asks, worried. "A couple of days ago. Joys of being a hero. You never get to rest." He smiles. "Well, I have some armor and clothes she can have. So if you wanna go put her an order for weapons, I can take care of the rest. Bear, go get my satchel from my horse and meet me at The Bannered Mare." Luna demands in an authoritative tone. He nods and walks off toward the gate.

She walks around Ren and takes a closer look at the woman. Removing the hood, she gasps. "Your eyes looks like Ren's but your hair is beautiful. I love the fiery red." She gushes. She grabs Kisara's hand pulls her away from Ren and smiles happily. She moves her hair.

"You're a halfling too." She says. Kisara just nods, unsure what to think of the woman in front of her. "Are you two brother and sister?" She spews out. "I don't think so?" Kisara says, sounding confused. "That's part of the reason why I'm back in Whiterun. I need to speak Rayne." Ren explains.

"She's not here. She left earlier to investigate the an abandon prison. Something about a man being held captive by the Thalmor." Luna explains. Ren groans and rubs his face under the hood. "Great. We'll are going to need a place to stay." He grumbles. Luna smiles. "Come on. I have a place outside the city, near Loreius farm. You can rest there." Luna smiles, pulling Kisara down the stairs. "I'll meet you at the stables." Ren says. Luna just waves.

He walks up the stairs. He sees Farkas and Vilkas training outside. "Vilkas, can you give Rayne a message for me?" Ren asks, looking at the twins. "I suppose." He says. Lucien pulls a quill and parchment from his bag, handing it to Ren. Ren writes a quick letter briefly explaining the last two days.

He hands it to Vilkas. "Tell her to meet us at the manor near Loreius farm." He says, handing Vilkas the letter. "I will. Anything else?" He asks, in his usual hateful tone. Ren pulls a sack of gold and hands it to him. "Have someone deliver the some weapons there too." He says, walking toward the stairs leading to Euroland's forge.

After placing an order for a bow, two daggers and three big orders of arrows. He paid Euroland well for all of it. Meeting Luna and Kisara at the stables, he got on his horse as Lucien summoned Clive. Luna gets on a solid white horse as Bear gets on a dark brown on. Kisara smiles softly.

Kisara whistles loudly and a black deer runs through the grass and stops her side. She smiles softly as the deer lays his head on her shoulder. "Oh, Auri. I've missed you too." She smiles as she pets him. He licks the side of her face. "We've got to go." She whispers. Auri kneels down and Kisara gets on his back.

"A fucking deer?" Bear says for the first time. "Ren, what is she? The only people that ride deer and elk are Forsworn. Please tell me she's not a a Forsworn." Luna says, worried. "Can we talk about this when we get to the manor?" Ren asks. "I suppose. Let's go." Luna says, taking off. Everyone follows her.

Arriving at the manor, everyone dismounted their steeds and Luna led them around the side of the home to an area where they could sit and talk. Luna leads Kisara in the house as everyone else takes seats around a fire pit.

Luna returns moments later. She sits down on the cushions below Bear. "So explain, Ren." She demands in a serious tone. He sighs as he removes the hood and lets his hair fall loosely around his shoulders. He begins explaining the last two days, leaving out the part where Kisara might be a Dragonborn too.

Luna just nods taking everything in. She remains silent for a moment, processing every little detail. She knew that Ren was Dragonborn. She knew the moment she helped with the Nordic ruin outside Morthal. "So she is Forsworn? Why isn't she wearing the armor?" Bear asks, curiously.

Ren goes to open his mouth to respond but falls silent when she steps out of the house. "Because I was forced to leave my tribe." Kisara says sadly, looking at the ground as she plays with the fabric of the dress.

Lucien blushes taking in her beauty, as she takes a seat between him and Ren. He places a gentle hand on hers. "Why were you kicked from the tribe?" Luna asks. "Because a dragon attacked. When we killed it, I absorbed its power." She explained. Luna's eyes widened. "Wait. What? I thought there was only one Dragonborn. How can she absorb it's power too?" Bear asked confused.

"What's a Dragonborn?" Kisara asked, confused as Bear. She looks between Lucien and Ren for answers. "I am a Dragonborn. By slaying dragons. I can absorb their soul and use it to learn shouts or words of power." Ren explains. "So that means I'm a Dragonborn too? So I'm not cursed." Kisara sighs.

"No. Just means that you will fight dragons and protect people. Also means that we will have to visit the Greybeards too." Lucien says, thoughtfully. Ren nods in agreement. "But that will have to wait a few days." A familiar voice says from the side of the house. Everyone looks that way as a tall, curvy woman appears.

The silver haired woman stood before them with a man with a tattoo over his right eye. "Good to see you, Ren, Luna and Lucien." She smiles. "You as well, Rayne." Ren stands and goes and hugs the woman. She was a couple inches shorter than him.

The man behind her growled. "Easy there, big guy. This is my nephew. Ren, this is Kaidan. Kaidan, this is Ren, Lucien, Luna, and Bear. I don't know the small elven woman. But she looks like Zevran and Kira, so I'm assuming that's their daughter." She smile, as she walks over and looks closely at the woman.

"What?" Ren says, shocked. "So my mother actually was Kira?" Kisara asked confused. "Yes, your father was the famous thief/assassin, Zevran. Ren, your parents were never killed by the Thalmor. Your father and your mother separated after you were born. Realizing that their children were twin halflings meant for something great. They decided to keep you two apart so the Thalmor wouldn't try to kill you. Zevran meet another woman in the Imperial City, who was related to your best friend there. They fell in love.

"Kisara, your mother returned to her tribe where she raised you. They did this to you all safe. Ren, does she know your real name?" Rayne asks. He shakes his head no. "Well, you should tell her. Also, your father is alive. He is currently in Riften. Kisara, dear, I'm gonna call you Kia for short. Your mother is safe. She left the tribe and joined Cael's tribe. I know you remember him." Rayne explains.

"How do you know all this?" Lucien asks. "As the head of my family and being the Harbinger. I have to know this stuff." She says, in confident tone. "What happened to Kodlak?" Luna asks. That was her uncle after all. "He was killed by the Silverhand." Rayne admits sadly. She hugs Luna. "I'm sorry, dear." She says. "It's alright. I'll have to write mother and inform her." Luna says, softly. "I already wrote her and told her everything." Rayne states.

Luna just looks at the older Nord woman. "Thank you." She smiles weakly. "You are welcome. Kodlak would not want you to be bad. He would want you to celebrate." Rayne smiles softly at the small Imperial woman. "Kaidan, how would you like to celebrate a death and the reunion of lost siblings?" She asks the man, that stood at her side in silence.

"I could go for a drink or two." He says. The group traveled back to Whiterun in the company of Rayne and her new companion, Kaidan, who didn't really talk much. Upon returning to Whiterun that night, Rayne informed the Companions that would have the next couple of days off in celebration of a reunion siblings.

#skyrim #lucien flavius #dragonborn #skyrim oc #skyrim companions #kaidan 2

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multistenebris · 3 years

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Send me a "+" and a character you would like to see me hook up with..and Mun and Muse will give their opinion on the ship.

@khxpresh - Tumblr says I can’t post all of these together because it’s too many icons so I’m splitting it up. Because I’m stubborn and want me darn icons.

"I'm not... even sure that's possible. Lord Set is a member of the Pharaoh's counsel. He's held in a very high regard, and... I don't think it's acceptable for someone like that to wed..." a slave, foreigner, monster, "... someone who doesn't have such a powerful title."

"He's a wonderful man, though."

I never gave this ship any thought at all until recently. Heck, I didn't give Kisara herself much thought until recently. I thought she was a very tacked on addition to the story to add some feels and explain Kaiba's connection to Blue Eyes. And I'm not saying I was wrong, but I've come to love everything she could have been. Her soul is a DRAGON, for crying out loud. She deserved so much better than appearing just to die for the development of a man. That man also deserved better. They deserved better. Let them be happy together.

There's a long silence followed by a short, exhausted sigh. "I don't particularly enjoy sharing a meal with Set. The idea of sharing my life with his is... unpleasant. He is reckless, impulsive-- crude, and obnoxiously arrogant."

I never gave this one any thought either! Man, I love that about RP, it opens your eyes to characters and relationships you wouldn't have seen on your own. I love the concept of these two: Rivals that hate one another but deep, deeeeep down have discrete respect for one another (at least that's how I see them.) I think they complement each other, and I think they represent two sides of a single coin. Mahad is restrained power and Set is unbridled, unrelenting power.

#{Axel speaks}#{answered}#{Kisara}#{Mahad}

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kaibagirl007 · 5 years

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Come Undone 3/6

( the third part of a mini side-fic series to accompany my RP with @dragontamer05 )

‘Does it not intrigue you even the slightest bit as to WHY your council suddenly seeks an audience with you?’ Seto asked curiously from inside Kaiba’s mind as the CEO strut down the corridors of Kaiba Corp towards an ‘urgent’ meeting with the board of directors.

No. Kaiba shot back tiredly, still slightly hungover from the night before. He’d really hoped that the other would have taken the hint he wasn’t welcome and go back to wherever it was that he had come from by now. Obviously not. You’ve been lingering around long enough to know that it’s perfectly normal procedure for me to meet with them.

’Timely arranged, yes…’ Seto agreed as his ghostly form slowly materialised beside the CEO. He was very disappointed to see the other still wearing the same dark teal suit and black shirt from the night before. ‘Abruptly like this, no.’

Whatever the reason may be, it’s nothing to be concerned about. This is MY company, I call the shots and would be the first to know if something wasn’t right.

‘Conceited rulers do not last long on their thrones-’

Fuck off already! Or do I need to resort to blocking you right here and now?

‘You wouldn’t dare.’

Try me.

Reluctantly, the pharaoh backed down. He’d already witnessed his bullheaded descendant develop the drug addiction to combat his unwanted presence, and had no desire to give him further excuse for such reckless behaviour. ‘Very well. I shall adjourn for now.’

With that said, Seto vanished and left the other in complete solitude, much to the CEO’s relief.

The door to the boardroom was pushed open and Kaiba entered to the sound of soft murmurs from the rest of the board members. Without saying a word, he headed straight towards his seat at the head of the table and sat down. A quick glance around saw an array of inside directors present for the meeting. Amongst them, he also spotted an unknown face.- a new intern was his presumption,- wearing a light baby blue suit, white shirt and striking red tie. It was a look that greatly contrasted his own.

Imbecile. Kaiba scoffed internally at having seen the fresh-faced man dressed in such a bold manner that was way beyond his actual status. Either that or he was fashion-challenged. Heh, who in their right mind would wear such an audacious looking outfit?…

“Thank you for gracing us with your presence at such short notice, Kaiba.”

The sound of the male voice greeting him broke Kaiba’s attention from the ‘nobody’ seated across the far side of the table. With the CFO seated to his right now having his full attention, he spoke, “Let’s bypass the formalities and get straight to the point, Tsuda; What is the purpose of this meeting?”

All murmuring around the table stopped and the situation was addressed head-on. “Our shareholders are becoming increasingly concerned with your behaviour as of late.”

“Oh? And just what behaviour would that be?” Kaiba challenged. Calmly he crossed both his arms and legs as he awaited a response from the older man. Had his addiction been uncovered? Hopefully not, he’d been so careful in hiding it.

“Since your break-up with Miss Amarella, you have been seen by the media, on numerous occasions, with various women… Surely you know what kind of picture that paints?”

“One that suggests I’ve moved on with my life?”

Tsuda laughed nervously. “Not exactly,”

“Then enlighten me.” Irritation was starting to seep into Kaiba’s words. His head throbbed. He wasn’t in the mood for playing games and wished the other would just get straight to the point and accuse him of being a womaniser if that’s what was being insinuated. It wasn’t a term he wanted to be associated with, but if it kept attention on him and away from Kisara,- so that she was free to heal from their break-up without anyone hounding her,- then so be it.

“Well, um…” The CFO looked towards some of the other board members for help. “It’s understandable that you have… ’needs’, but… um…”

“What he’s trying to say, is that you should be more discrete,” Fuguta came to Tsuda’s rescue. Unlike the other, he wasn’t afraid of being so straight forward with his boss. “It’s been brought to the board’s attention that most of the women you’ve been seen with are known prostitutes. Associating with them will tarnish both yours and Kaiba Corp’s reputations when people find out you’re paying for sex.”

“What proof do you have on these women?” Kaiba challenged the two men and anyone else who dared to meet his eye. “Personal experience? Or just some shareholder’s hearsay?”

Silence.

Whilst he knew perfectly well what ‘services’ the women offered, he was disappointed in his board for believing the word of others without being able to verify it. “And HOW DARE you suggest I would EVER proposition them for sex! They’re ‘escorts’. I hire them to accompany me to and from social events, nothing more.”

He was bending the truth a little, and with good reason as far as he was concerned. The women were used primarily as an easy access route and cover for his newfound addiction. Chizue and the others simply supplied him with drugs and very rarely did sexual intercourse enter into the equation. When it did, it was due to him being too high to give a shit, was meaningless and empty of any emotional connection or joy. Always. He fucking well hated it and felt disgusted with himself afterwards.

“I suggest you cease hiring those woman before rumours spread and you become even more of a liability.”

“You don’t get to make suggestions or call me a liability!” Kaiba’s attention and outrage shifted towards the boldly dressed intern who had brazenly spoken. His brows narrowed dangerously. “Need I remind you just WHO you are talking to?”

The other stood his ground, glared back and replied, “Go ahead, but let it be known that I really DON’T care for your womanising ways and conceited attitude.”

It was only now, when their eyes locked on each other, that Kaiba realised his mistake. The fresh-faced man wasn’t an intern at all but was, in fact, his brother. Mokuba? No, that couldn’t be right. The other’s voice was too deep, hair too short, face not as round, and even though they were sitting, his sibling seemed even taller than he remembered. He hit a growth spurt…and I missed it.

“Your position DOES NOT excuse your behaviour!” Mokuba hadn’t planned on being so aggressive as he spoke, but it seemed to be the only way his stubborn-ass brother would take note. “These rumours could ruin Kaiba Corp, the company you fought and worked so very hard to build. You NEED to stop before they become rampant and destroy what you have left.”

Okay, this wasn’t how Kaiba had envisioned being reunited with his brother. Sure he’d expected some kind of hostility after what he’d done, but not like this and certainly not in front of the whole board of directors. He scoffed at the absurdity of the confrontation. “What do you plan to do besides this reprimand? Remove me from my position?”

“Your choice of words, not mine.”

Wait, he’s actually serious about this?! Kaiba struggled to hide his disbelief at the solemness in both his brother’s face and voice. His eyes then scanned the rest of the board and he let out a hysterical laugh. “Sorry to break the news to you all, but as chairman of the board, NONE of you can do shit without my say-so.”

“I anticipated you’d say that.” Despite already feeling exhausted from the confident demeanour on show, Mokuba remained calm as he reached down for his briefcase and took out the holo-tablet. He tapped and swiped at the screen several times before an array of charts and graphs were projected into the air at the centre of the table, all of them showing Kaiba Corp’s shareholders and their choice of the two brothers whose stance they favoured. “As you can see, I dominate with 54% of the shares on my side. We both know what that means.”

I should have never given you 15% using my own assets. There were no words that could describe what Kaiba was feeling. His brother had done the unthinkable and betrayed him. In fact, all of his shareholders had. Except Industrial Illusions. At the back of his mind, he could hear Gozaburo’s amused laughter begin to surface.

Sensing the sudden wave of fear, anger and a strange chortling in his descendant, Seto’s ghostly form entered the room by his side. ‘What is it, what happened?’ His presence seemed to be ignored as the other continued to focus solely on his brother.

“TRAITOR!” Kaiba roared as he failed to hold his anguish back any longer. He slammed his hands down on the table’s surface,- causing every member of the board to flinch,- and rose up from his seat. “HOW DARE YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS, AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE EVER DONE FOR YOU!!”

Fuguta readied himself to step in and defend Mokuba from a possible assault. None came though as Kaiba stayed where he stood, clenched his head and battled against the growing laughter inside it.

Seeing the distress that had been caused, Seto retreated to inside his descendant’s mind with aims to banish the source of the laughter. That was, once he could find it in the dark murkiness of the hippocampus.

“This i-isn’t a takeover, I promise you.” Mokuba’s voice cracked a little. It pained him to see his brother like this, knowing that his actions had just probably triggered memories of their adopted father that were otherwise best forgotten. He cursed himself for not having argued more with Roland and Pegasus about this part of the plan. Unfortunately though, it had been decided an unavoidable necessity. “You NEED a break to sort yourself out. You weren’t prepared to do it willingly so it came down to this. But if you go and self-reflect, or get help from a therapist, and work through your problems, Kaiba Corp is all yours again.”

The frozen terrified face made it hard for Mokuba to determine if his brother was listening or not. With a heavy heart but knowing it was for the best, he continued, “Until then though, as Kaiba Corp’s vice-president, and with the backing of the board, I relieve you of your positions as chairman and CEO.”

Kaiba remained unresponsive

It wasn’t long before the pharaoh found the memory of a man tormenting the young boy whose throat he held whilst the child futilely fought back with tiny trashing arms trying to strike at the grinning face. With fists clenched, Seto raised his arms and flung them in a sweeping motion to dispel the memory as though it was nothing more than mist. The laughing ceased.

So that was it; he’d been overthrown my the only person he’d trusted throughout his whole life. Kaiba let go of his head and furiously turned on the board members. There was no way his brother would do this to him,- right?,- someone else had to be behind it all. “WHICH one of you put him up to this?!“

“None of them put me up to it,” Mokuba stated and almost wished that he hadn’t from the look he’d received. His lip trembled. “I just… couldn’t sit back and watch you flail any longer. You NEED help, Seto!”

‘He’s correct’. the returning pharaoh sided with the younger brother. ’You have many issues to overcome. If you fail to tackle and overcome them, they will continue to eat away at and control you for the rest of your life… I know you don’t want that.’

I don’t know what I want anymore. Kaiba absentmindedly confessed before he remembered that the pharaoh could hear all of his thoughts. Fuck.

‘I understand you feel hurt by your brother’s actions,- just like both he and Kisara were by yours,- but it takes courage to stand up to those you love, and after the way you have attacked and pushed people aside, it is unsurprising that THIS was the only way he felt you would take notice of him.’

“Seto?” Mokuba dared to break the silence and trance-like state the other had fallen into. “Please bro, take this opportunity to seek some help.”

Help? Kaiba didn’t feel he needed help, he just needed to self medicate.

’No.’

“Whatever,” he breathed tiredly, almost but not quite in defeat. Stepping away from his seat, he headed towards the door before taking one last moment to glare back over his shoulder towards his brother. “I hope you realise what it is you’ve let yourself in for. You’ll soon find out that my job isn’t as easy as everybody seems to think it is.”

Once Kaiba had left the room, Mokuba turned to Fuguta. “Would you please watch him for the next 48 hours or so? You know, just to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. He should be okay once he’s had a couple of days for things to sink in a little.”

An affirmative nod was given. “Of course, sir.”

With his brother now under surveillance as Fuguta went about the task asked of him, Mokuba turned to the rest of the board. “Nothing changes in my brother’s absence. You all continue to do your jobs like always and follow whatever plans he had in place, no matter how ridiculous they seem on paper. Understood?”

“Yes sir,” voices answered in unison.

“Good… Well, that’s all I have to say on the matter right now.” Mokuba then looked towards Tsuda and asked, “May I be excused for a moment please?”

The CFO failed to stop himself from laughing. “You’re the chairman now. You don’t need to seek anyone’s permission.”

“Yeah, that’s gonna take some getting used to,” the teen laughed nervously before he then left the room with a flush of colour to his face.

He wandered down the corridor a little and then made a call on his phone. “Hey Roland!… Yeah, I’ve just done it… He didn’t take it too well, but it was better than expected… I am, and in all honesty, I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. I could really do with some guidance. So do you um, want your old job back?… Cool. I’ll see you in Seto’s- I mean, ‘my’ office when you get here. Oh, and could you pass the message on to Pegasus to let him know how it went? I really don’t feel like talking to him right now… Thanks.”

The call ended and Mokuba stood in silence with his thoughts as he looked down at his brother exiting the building below. I’m sorry it came to this Seto, but it’s for your own good. Someday you’ll see that… I hope.

#Come Undone #my crappy writing #fanfiction #rp stuff #dragontamer05

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