#however. i am a wimp with pain.

[traaanskimkitsuragi]

should i get a tattoo this year

#ive never gotten one #they really freaked me out as a kid #but the older i get the more i want one #i was thinking of getting a small hollow knight related tattoo #and also 'sunrise parabellum' #however. i am a wimp with pain. #and im really scared that i wouldnt be able to take it #ive read that even with really tiny ones it can take up to an hour for it to be done so im like. uh oh #at least the price wouldnt be an issue it seems like smaller tattoos are really cheap #i also want piercings but i have very sensitive skin and when i wore earrings as a child i think i got an infection from them? or something? #its been a v long time so i dont really remember but i recall being told that my skin couldnt take cheap metal or something like that #idk man #then again i dont even know why im thinking about these things its not like anyone will see them #i dont leave my house or take care of my appearance to begin with #and i cant afford to buy clothes #not ones id want to wear anyway #and even if id want to wear them they probably wouldnt suit me #i really want to look cute however that would take effort and i have none to give #sadge.............. guess ill have to settle for looking like a homeless high school student

[pretty-prince-lulu]

I have GOT to talk about this colonist partly because he's interesting in his own right and partly because the idea of him as a story inspiration is fascinating to me and I'm sure someone out there will enjoy the concept

it's a bit long but we can focus on text around here!

started a tribal colony randomized the xenotypes with the intention of going with all non-baseliners (I presume they'd been liberated from a base with growth vats as infants and raised by tribesman, and never knew anything other than tribal life) we got: an animusen (fox person from Alpha Genes), who started pregnant from her missing VRE hussar husband), a dirtmole, a highmate (expanded upon by Vanilla Races Expanded- Highmates), a genie (ditto from the Genies module), and an android (likewise). who I assume, at the time of Liberation, was a simple service android, probably running a growth facility alone (not the same one by relative ages, but a similar one) who would have had zero skills across the board but also zero needs basically just a machine for renewing the supplies in the vats and whatever menial task the unmanned facility would have needed

these androids, however, do something interesting they start out as blank, subservient service droids (without needs or demands, occasionally rebooting to empty their RAM, which I presume looks to his fellows as a brief seizure and then he's fine) but when exposed to a great deal of stress or excitement (which I assume will have happened patching up after a raid or in some other dire circumstance, judging by the result) they Awaken whereupon they have a bunch of randomized traits unlock, and they become, in a very real sense an Actual Person. capable of feelings, romance, growth, learning, and almost everything a biological person can!

It is at this point I presume that all that he WAS is wiped from his memory banks, and from there on, he is a tribal. An ordinary man of flesh and blood, or so he insists.

he is Raven, a skinny, elderly man, who is really anything but.

he is not elderly at all- in fact, he's a relatively recent model, and is simply styled as an old wise man, a trait I imagine he took on when deciding to lead this tribe.

by programming, he has several double passion excellent skills: Medical, Intellectual, and... Social.

He leads our cult of magic and administering healthcare to all (including our enemies, who we release from prison after raids when we've treated their wounds)

This is not as interesting as his traits, which are as follows.

Wimp: This trait means he will go down very easily with pain.

He does not feel pain according to his health tab, so I'm taking this as psychological.

Desensitized: Won't get upset after horrible shit happens, which I'm chalking up to the same.

Schizoid: Can't express himself until he's stressed to the point of absolute meltdown, which I am, again, chalking up to past experiences.

Cat person: SAME, BABE

but the last one... the LAST one is what really compelled me to share.

Blood Mage.

Blood Mages work by using their magic in ways that interact with blood.

This includes: cutting themselves and using the hemorrhage to fuel their power

causing blood that is spilled to ignite like fuel

forcing someone else to bleed and vaporizing THAT blood specifically into a healing mist for himself

surrounding others in a shield made of the magic charged by bleeding himself

causing others to violently haemmorhage

the ultimate power (which he does not know): calling down a Blood Moon, which summons demons and other nasties upon our enemies.

Raven is an android.

Androids do not have blood.

When cut, Raven, instead, lurks neutroamine. This is also what comes out when he cuts himself to fuel his magic.

This is an ultra-technologically advanced substance, usually used to make advanced medications or drugs. We can learn how to grow the flower petals we can extract it from- but the casket and equipment needed to actually infuse it into our android is ultratech, and is behind about six layers of advancement.

For tribals, which has a massive penalty on research past the stone age.

Neutroamine in an android DOES NOT replenish when lost. It must be manually replaced.

It also interacts strangely with his powers.

Bleeding himself DOES charge his blood magic

The spilled neutroamine CANNOT be used like blood for spells (it will not heal others and it will not ignite)

He CAN use the charged power to shield his loved ones

He CAN make others haemmorhage and utilize that blood per normal.

This essentially renders him an opportunistic back-line defender and medic, who can bleed himself to shield others, but is a disastrous power to use because it's essentially a permanent down when he runs out.

This does not stop him defending the tribe.

Or his wife.

Or his daughter.

Androids cannot have children.

Did you know that, when they're paired up with highmates, they can reproduce telepathically- and that this is the only circumstance in which offspring is possible?

Did you know that, when these babies are born, they are- after briefly initiating- adults?

I presume this contributes to his insistence that he is an Ordinary Man.

Look at him.

He has a tribe. A wife. A daughter. So precocious for her age.

And so it shall be, until he calls up his shield for us, and the raiders are gone, and he sputters and fails, run out of his strange blue blood

and lies motionless for years upon years

until we learn the ways of the men from the skies.

#rimworld #honestly a fascinating story and/or character seed #I know someone will enjoy reading about it

[jesterchan]

🥀🖤Moonflowers…🖤🥀

A Moon X Male Reader Story!

Requested by: taki-is-an-artist from Tumblr!

Content Warning: Blood, Language, Drug Use, Gore, And Hanahaki Disease!

If you are sensitive to any contents listed below. Then please go to another chapter or click off this Chapter!

Y/N’s POV:

I’m nineteen years old…

I am deeply charmed and fascinated by an animatronic… His name is Moon…

I have a disease… Which causes me to retch flowers out of my body… Frequently, I would wear a face mask out of humiliation.

I wanted to confess my feelings to him but… I’m discouraged by many people because they say that a robot would never love a sick person like me.

I scrambled into the bathroom stall for the fifth time and threw up some blood-stained white petals into the toilet… After finishing, I washed my mouth and hands with water and exited the bathroom.

I returned to the daycare and saw my friend Moon handling a somnolent child. I approached him and adjusted my face mask.

“How bad was it?” he asks, patting the child’s back.

“It wasn’t that bad… It’s just something that I ate…” I lied as I patted his back.

“That’s good…” He went to the naptime corner and tucked the child to slumber.

My quiet muffled giggles were loud enough for him to hear. He laughed along as well. He invited me to stay with him in the naptime corner.

After a while, I began feeling chest pain. It felt like multiple needles repeatedly piercing through my heart. I ignored it because I didn’t want Moon to know my secret.

After the daycare closes, I wanted to stay… but I can’t due to the fear of my disease acting up in front of him. While walking home I spotted a group of my friends from high school vaping in an alley.

One teenage boy offered me an E-cigarette but I politely turned it down.

“You are missing out kid. Is it because of that damn disease?” he taunted while others laughed.

I ignored them but before I walked away…

“That creepy ass robot will never like a wimp like you!” His insult pierced my heart like a bullet as his friends cracked up like wild hyenas.

Here I am, walking home with tears streaming down my eyes…

When I arrived home, my family members stared at me as if I didn’t belong there... I sprinted to my room and my eyes rained in sorrow. I threw myself in bed and wept there until tomorrow…

*Time Skip!*

I woke up, cleaned myself in the bathroom, and ate up (Insert Favorite Breakfast!). I exited my home and walked my way to Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex. I knocked on the large gates of the daycare only to be greeted by a jolly sun-themed jester animatronic, Sun.

I peeked inside the daycare to find Moon soaring around the playground on a hook. He noticed me and waved his enormous hand. I waved in return and entered.

I quickly put on my reusable face mask and sat down on a small chair. A small child approached me and asked, “Why do you have a face mask on? Are you sick?”

I let out a soft giggle and replied “No silly... It's Because I’m insecure…”

I grabbed a crayon and drew a Moonflower. It’s not perfect but I wanted to stray my mind away from the stress I had last night… The flower reminds me of Moon… For some reason…

I then had abrupt pain in my stomach and chest and felt something climbing up my throat. I had no choice but to exit the daycare and dash to the nearest restroom. My blood starts to overflow and slightly stain my face mask.

I kicked down a stall and purged the white blood-stained petals and sprouts out of my body… I put my fingers inside my mouth and violently ripped out the remaining contents stuck in my esophagus, causing major blood loss. I retched out major amounts of blood into the toilet however, some of the blood-stained the tiled floor.

I quickly pulled out lots of toilet paper, cleaning up my stained mess…

Moon’s POV:

It's been nearly fifteen minutes and Y/N has not returned… I wonder what is going on with him…

I told Sun that I’d check on Y/N to see if he was doing all right… While walking, I spotted a blood-stained face mask that he would always wear… What is going on?

I then began spotting a trail of blood drops and a few stained white petals… This is now getting extremely suspicious… I pursued the bloody trail that led to the restroom…

I get more nervous with each step that I take in the restroom. The whole restroom smelled of copper blood and vomit. The smell was incredibly strong and I saw blood underneath one of the stalls in the corner.

I slightly opened the door, to be met with a frantic Y/N cleaning up the blood on the floor. He screamed as he caught me, I jumped and looked at him in shock. There were a lot of blood-stained flower petals and sprouts in the toilet.

“Y/N… What happened?” was all I could say…

“MOON WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” he yelled as he shrunk in embarrassment.

“Y/N I was-” I was cut off.

“GET OUT!!!” He cried and covered his face as his secret was now revealed… tears streamed down his face.

I silently exited the bathroom, trying to process what I just witnessed…

(“No wonder he would exit the daycare so often… but the question is… why are there flower petals?”) I wondered as I returned to the daycare…

Y/N returned, covering his mouth using his hand. Sun looked at him with concern. He motioned him to get an extra face mask.

I honestly regret invading his privacy…

*~Time Skip To Naptime~*

Its Naptime… What happened earlier won’t stop playing in my memory drive… The only things that concern me majorly are the blood and flowers… 

(“Where do the flowers come from?”) I pondered.

I calmly approached him however, he ignored me like I never existed in the first place…

He packed up his things and exited the daycare… I can’t believe he would leave so early…

Y/N’s POV:

I want this fucking disease… OUT OF MY BODY!!!!

I’m tired of going out with a face mask! I’m tired of being discouraged! And I’m tired of retching out moonflowers!

I want this torture to fucking end! I searched online and made an appointment for a procedure… A procedure that will rid my disease!

I prepared myself for work for the final time! I walked to the Pizzaplex and entered the daycare. I Ignored Moon for most of the day…

Overtime… I’ve been getting drawings of me and Moon holding hands together. I start to smile each time…

The daycare closed and the children left…

“Hey Y/N!” a lively voice called me.

I turned around to see Sun approaching me…

“What’s going on? You and Moon would usually hang out… Are you two no longer friends?” his tone sounds somewhat… Gloomy…

I looked at Moon who was curled up in sorrow. I began to… feel bad for him… I then instantly felt something clog up my throat. 

I gasped in labor and searched for a trash can. Sun looked at me in pure shock and panicked. Moon noticed my condition and ran towards me.

I fell to my knees, coughing out moonflowers and blood. I tried to pull the stems out of my throat but it was futile… Moon knelt and carried my body to the infirmary…

My eyes felt incredibly heavy for me to keep open. I have no choice but to pass out. Over time, I hear Moon’s calm and raspy voice, singing my favorite melody…

I slowly fluttered my eyes to see Moon sitting next to me… I sat up and smiled at him… he chuckled and approached me…

I tried to speak but he shushed me by placing his index finger on my lips. I tilted my head in confusion…

“Don’t worry Y/N, You are in good hands now… I thought I would keep you company…”

I looked around the infirmary and then my body only to see that my crimson-stained clothes were replaced with a temporary uniform. I looked back at Moon who brought me a plush version of him.

“Here… I hope you like it.” he provided me the plush and I smiled as I examined it. I then hugged the plushie and sobbed “Thank you…”

We talked for a moment until the ambulance came and took me away from him… I was put into a hospital and was given a procedure to rid of my disease for good… I was discharged and went home…

*Time Skip…*

I woke up… prepared myself for work and walked to the Pizzaplex… I made my way to the daycare through the slide.

I plunged into the ball pit and was snatched up by Moon…

I looked at him but… something didn’t feel right… My heart no longer skips a beat whenever I am with him…

Moon looked at me with concern and slight sorrow…

“Y/N, I wanted to say that… I love you… Do you love me back?”

I gazed at him in silence and began to walk away…

He ran right in front of me and repeated the question…

“Do you love me back?”

Tears well up in my E/C eyes, my heart wrenching with regret and pain. I felt nothing but emptiness. No sign of love ever crossed my mind…

The love I used to have for him has now… Perished… I can’t believe this… Why can’t I love him in return?

I felt my heart break into trillions of pieces… tears of regret bled out of my eyes… My breaths felt almost laborious… I should’ve stayed sick…

“I’m sorry Moon… but… I can’t…” My voice breaks as I begin to walk away…

Moon’s POV:

I can’t believe he said that to me… Oiled tears of pain streamed down my cheeks. I started to wonder… Why did he suddenly stop being my companion…

I honestly wanted to be more than just friends… But that opportunity to do so is gone. I don’t know what to do…

I’ll have to let him go… Forever… 

I coughed unexpectedly only to let out a Moonflower…

🥀🖤The End…🖤🥀

#fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #moondrop #fnaf moon #writing #fanfic #hanahaki disease #moondrop x reader #x reader #fnaf x y/n #moondrop x you #daycare attendant #writers on tumblr

[quicksilverdrabbles]

At Largashbur

Atub: The ritual requires Troll Fat and a Daedra Heart, so I may commune with Malacath.

Morana: *pulls Troll Fat and a Daedra Heart out of her satchel* Here you go.

Atub: Oh- You- you have that ready to go. How nice.

Xelzaz: We are Alchemists. Such ingredients are a necessity.

Atub: I see. Well then, follow me. You've brought the ingredients for the ceremony, and now I ask that you see it through.

Xelzaz: Why though-

Morana: Hm.. *notices Yaksha trailing behind a bit, looking dazed. Stops so he can catch up and pokes his shoulder to get his attention* ... Are you okay?

Yaksha: Hm? Yes, I am fine.

Morana: I can imagine strongholds aren't very comfortable for you. Was there anything like this in High Rock?

Yaksha: There were Orc Strongholds in High Rock. I.. was a healer for one.

Morana: Does it make you miss your home?

Yaksha: ... It is not a home anymore. But I do miss it.

Morana: I feel the same. I'm sorry. We'll try to get this over with quickly, alright?

Yaksha: *smiles, waving off her concerns with a shrug* We can take however long it takes to get this done. Please pay no mind.

Morana: Still..

~One ritual later~

Yamarz: Grr.. This is all your fault, you know.

Morana: Excuse me?

Yamarz: You barged into our stronghold, brought your whole clan of outsiders with you..

Morana: *glances back at her team with a frown* I was under the impression we were helping you. I apologize if we cause any offense-

Yamarz: And to top it all off you brought a worthless wimp of an Orc with you.

Morana: ... I'm sorry, who exactly are you referring to?

Yamarz: Who else? *points at Yaksha with a grunt* He's absolutely pathetic. Wields no weapon, avoids conflict, and picks flowers like a real Orc would pick off enemy heads. Don't think I didn't notice how he stayed away from the giant when you lot fought it off.

Morana: ... Yaksha is a healer. He doesn't like fighting.

Yamarz: Ha! Healer?! Healing is a woman's job! And what sort of Orc doesn't like fighting, the coward!

Morana: *her charcoal snaps between her fingers* ... Is that so.

Yamarz: It's Orcs like him that make Malacath so angry, really. Pathetic creatures that can't even lift a dagger in self defense don't deserve to call themselves Orsimer.

Yaksha: Hm? *turns and looks for Morana, noticing her still talking to Yamarz* ...?

Morana: *glances over at Yaksha*

Yaksha: ...! *waves sweetly, smiling*

Morana: ..... *reaches and yanks Yamarz down by the neck of his armor, leaning in and whispering in his ear quietly* Listen to me and listen well, Yamarz.

Yamarz: ?! What is the meaning of this-?? Let go of me!

Morana: Yaksha is the most talented, kind, empathetic person I have ever met. His healing would save thousands more lives than your lack of brains and surplus of brawn ever would. His clan thrived under his care, while yours suffers at your lack.

Yamarz: ...

Morana: One of you is the worse Orc, and it sure as hell is not him. And if you ever disrespect my friend again, I will brew a poison so strong, your intestines will recoil and expel themselves from your body, allowing you to learn what it feels like to vomit your own guts. I will allow you to choke on them and take pleasure in watching your slow and miserably painful death. Do I make myself clear?

Yamarz: *sweating, visibly afraid of the little Dunmer* ... Whatever.

Morana: Hmph. *releases him, turning and walking back towards the group without a second glance*

Yaksha: Are you alright, Morana? You seemed very angry just now.

Morana: *smiles, shaking her head to reassure him* Yamarz is a very mean person. He's irritating to have to talk to.

Yaksha: Mm..

Morana: Shall we set off for Fallowstone Cave, then?

Xelzaz: No? Why are we even helping him??

Morana: ...

Xelzaz: Morana?

Morana: Let's just follow along for now.

~

At Fallowstone Cave...

Yamarz: *watching the giants swarming the shrine nervously* ... You know..

Morana: *perched in a tree above him* Hm.

Yamarz: ... I have another offer for you. Some good gold in it, if you do. Go up there and retrieve that club for me. The stronghold would never know I never got it.

Morana: ... *shakes her head, a quiet huff of a laugh escaping her* No way.

Yamarz: Huh? Why not?

Morana: Putting my previous threat aside-

Kaidan: Threat???

Inigo: I'll tell you later.

Morana: -I will not go against what your God has ordered. Daedric Prince or not, Malacath or Trinimac, I have no wish to anger any sort of divine or hellbound being. You kill those giants on your own, or die trying.

Yamarz: ... Hmph. Fine. You just wait here, then. This will only take a moment. *draws his weapon and charges towards the giants with a battle cry, instantly getting launched into the air by their clubs*

Team Dragonborn: *watches him get launched, and follows his descent as he plummets back towards the ground and dies*

Morana: ... Welp. At least he wasn't lying when he said it would be quick. Inigo, may I borrow your bow?

Inigo: Of course, my friend. Er, but.. Can you-

Morana: I'll be fine. I know how to shoot at the very least, and it only needs to be strong enough to pierce their skin. *reaches down and takes the bow from Inigo along with a few ebony arrows, taking the tips of them and dousing them in a sizzling liquid*

Xelzaz: What on earth is that?

Morana: Take a guess.

Xelzaz: *hisses, recoiling at the smell* Jarrin root.

Morana: Yep. *draws an arrow, the other pinched between her fingers for the next shot. Fires, lodging the arrow in the biggest giant's neck and watching as it falls to the ground instantly*

Lucien: ... That stuff really is terrifying.

Inigo: Not as terrifying as Morana when she's angry, I think.

#skyrim #tes #the elder scrolls #modded skyrim #dragonborn #ldb oc #kaidan skyrim #lucien flavius #inigo skyrim #yaksha skyrim #xelzaz skyrim

[sweatertheman]

I thought I'd redo this by giving Harry a huge buff, assuming all his stats are at their maximum efficiency.

Max Stats Harry is an Incredibly Unstable Detective God. He is incredibly smart, able to make complex calculations quickly, act and lie with ease, and call upon random useless facts, but also totally blinded by his genius, constantly side-tracked by art and poetry, and compelled to lie for pretty much no reason. He is a master of his and others' emotions, in control of himself through almost any situarion, excluding ones to do with his ex-wife, feel others' emotions acutely, see the future, talk to the dead, and manipulate almost anyone to do what he wants, though this causes him to seem insane, and feel compelled to abuse this power. He's an ex-gym teacher, fast, strong, able to take any physical pain, excluding exposure to the pale, in touch with his instincts, and really likes drugs, but also really likes drugs, and feels compelled to threaten people and destroy things for no real reason. He has the steadiest of hands, can react instantly, pick up on the most invisible of senses, put up a tough facade, understand machines intimately, and is really, really cool, but is also incredibly jumpy and egotistical, and unable to open up emotionally.

He's really, really not okay emotionally, as the strain of knowing so much, hearing so much, feeling so much is killing him. He can take the pain, and he can force himself to get up and detect every day, but the pain is still there. All it takes is one fuck-up, one reminder of his wife, one crack in his tough exterior, and he'll want to go and kill himself. For the sake of making the fight more fair, Harry is equipped with his pistol and 6 bullets, and the full set of Fairweather T-500 Vitreous Enamel armour.

As for God Tier Vriska, it's Vriska, in all her broken, piece of shit mass murderer glory. Flight via the use of some kind of pixie wings, semi-immortality excluding just or heroic deaths, probability manipulation, and mind control. Outwardly, Vriska appears cold, and like a massive 8itch. She mocks everyone, attacls everyone, kills everyone, all with the same asshole grin on her face. Her persona is that of someone with the utmost confidence in herself, someone heartless and vile, cruel and mocking, someone who enjoys killing, but not before squeezing every last bit of suffering out of her victims. With her mind control also comes mind reading. She is privy to what others feel and why and uses it to her advantage. However, on the inside, if I am understanding her correctly, Vriska is actually a rather insecure and broken teenage girl. She kills first to feed her giant spider guardian thing, and second because its part of her persona, the kind of person she has come to idolize as an Alternian. A cold blooded killer. In reality, she derives no real pleasure from any of her immoral acts. They serve only to drown out her insecurity. She's canonically a rapist, mind controlling the wimp boy into kissing her only to throw him aside when it makes her feel nothing. The most profound experience she ever had was when, shortly before her death, she reflects on the time she killed said wimp boy. She actually felt bad, which was something she didn't understand. She couldn't figure out why she killed someone she actually liked. Vriska is also a horrible strategist. She's impulsive and quick to act on emotion, driven solely by her urge to be in total control, and to appear powerful. This causes her to be tricked by Cue Ball Man into killing someone she was mad at, and into creating an unbeatable foe, simply so she could gain the noteriety of killing him herself. In short, she's a profoundly broken and empty monster, driven solely by an endless pit of insecurity, given unreasonable amounts of power she isnt able to use to the best of her ability.

Who would win in a fight?

#disco elysium #homestuck #harry du bois #vriska serket

[b0y0rgy]

26, 38, 50 for the ask game :)

26. What's the most attractive part of your body?

ive got no idea tbh umm lots of people mention my ass waist and tummy i guess?? my dicks usually my personal favorite but i might be biased there

38. Do you like pain being involved?

Yes. Yes Very Much. id actually love to work on raising my pain tolerance theres so much untapped sado-masochism potential in having someone constantly on the verge of agony but still sooo desperate for release however i am just. A Wimp </3

50. Do you prefer giving or receiving oral?

im a big fan of both hehee . im not very good at giving tho ive only done it a few times nd not for very long (if anyone wants to help me practice id Certainly appreciate it ;] )

#nsft asks #i also like Mild pain i swear i dont always go to extremes #i just worry a lil that i might be too easy prey for any strong powerful partners looking to hurt me </3

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

ok love ur hunger games au!! have you ever considered doing a twilight, its my favorite book series, and think they’re so many opportunities for a love triangle there!! if not do you have any vampires fics recommendations or in the works?? on a03 or tumblr idcccc lol also idc if its a oneshot or long, or unfinished, didn’t know if i have to specifically, sorry this is so long lol

DUDE FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU!!! The Hunger Games au WILL be updated at some point soon it’s just so painful to know what I’m gonna put everyone through in it so ngl I kinda psyched myself out (as I have said I’m a wimp when it comes to angst) but I SWEAR it won’t get abandoned it’ll just come slowly (yes this is bc I wanna fuck Stan up in the arena I’m not sorry I am going to write the SHIT out of the Cave Scenes)

And I agree that a twilight au would absolutely EAT!!! I do enjoy twilight and I could write an ESSAY on the Twilight-ification of the hunger games specifically love triangle wise and how much I DESPISE the mainstream media for doing that, but I’m honestly not that big into twilight or vampire stuff in general. HOWEVER!!!

I may or may not have seen some art of vampire Kyle and priest Craig that perhaps got me thinkin… (I’ve never written vamp kyle but I am always an enjoyer of pastorcraig so I might have to try sum out)

I do have some recs with Twilight adjacent shit bc it’s me and ofc I got recs for just about everything.

*As Long As I Have You by iksvolforb WAREWOLF STAN!!! oh my god this is just such a sweet oneshot dude it’s a slay

*sleep tight by startwithsnail STICK OF TRUTH where Stan is a warewolf it’s ADORABLE

*Lick Your Wounds by alister312 DEADASS ONE OF MY FAVORITE KYSTOPHE FICS! We got vamp! Kyle and it’s a quick read just such a perfect pairing for Ky as a vampire!

*something borrowed by wizardmonex another stick of truth ofc VAMP KYLE!

*bitten, smitten- what’s the difference? by sansxfuckyou VAMPIRE HUNTER MYSTERION k2 holy shit this is such a fun oneshot!!! (I def recommend all their k2 fics)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK I love getting asked especially for recommendations bc I BE READING CONSTANTLY (I have no life and I sleep about as much as Tweek tbh so I’m constantly on ao3) if anyone has recs for this anon pls drop em!

Also I will totally be the rec dealer if y’all got any requests!!! I’m always down to be insane abt sp fanfiction!

#south park #asks #vamp kyle #fic recs #it’s fic rec Friday

[corpsegirl-sephie]

Ventpost number however many idk I didn't bother counting them up until now why the hell am I starting it like this

I think I did it again folks. I think there's another case to add to the pile labeled "Sarah made a friend for like a week and then they never spoke again". I swear to God no matter what I do people just don't fucking care about me. If I try to stay close they leave. If I stay distant they eventually fade from my life.

I don't know what it is about me that seems to be so unlikable as to push everyone away. I have no idea how to fix it. I hate myself. I can't keep fucking going like this it all hurts so much. No matter what I do I can't get it right. No one ever seems to truly want me. Why is that? What is it that makes me so unpleasant? I get that I can't be important to everyone but I'd at least like to be important to someone. Honestly the amount of whining I do probably has something to do with it. Every day it's like this. Every day you'll hear something like these words on your screen right now from me. It probably gets tiring fast. I don't really blame anyone for leaving. I know I'm too much of a mess to love in any way, platonic, romantic, doesn't matter. It doesn't mean it hurts any less though.

I feel so fucking unwanted. Everyone keeps telling me to keep living but I don't know why. I don't want me, no one else fucking wants me either. So really who am I doing any favors here by continuing? I wish I could end it all. I've tried many times, to no avail. Recently, even. I'll probably try again some day. Probably not today, probably not even anytime soon. But I know I will. Despite the fact that I know it won't work. It never does. At worst I end up with small pathetic scratches on my arm and wrist that seem to mock me. "You couldn't even do that right, could you? You're too much of a wimp for that. Can't handle the pain. Coward."

I'm tired. I'm alone. I always will be. Everything hurts. It always will.

I just want to die.

I just want everything to end.

#sarahs diary entries #suicidal ideation cw #self harm cw

[meramukata]

What are the things that i wish people knew/understood about me !

I'm not wimps and pushovers: I believe in treating everyone with respect and always lending a helping hand whenever i can. My willingness to do so does not make me clueless idiots who will just bend to your will. I fully understand why i might appear to be pushovers, but you have no idea how frustrating it is to be seen as such.

I love to debate and discuss random, hypothetical, philosophical scenarios: I absolutely despise small talk and crave mental exaltation. I long to have insightful, meaningful conversations and establish a deep connection with those around me. I love it when you speak about your passions, your interests and your wacky ideas, even when they are far removed from my own. I am insatiably curious and inquisitive. My stark awareness of the limitations of my knowledge base translates into a compulsive obsession in understanding and learning everything about everything. No idea is too crazy, too impractical and too bizarre, to refrain from discussing it with me. I love to use flowery, complicated language. I am grandiose in our verbiage. This is not to be mistaken for pretentiousness. I do not use big words to show off in any way, i use big words simply for the sheer joy of using it, to expand our vocabulary and to make the exchange of ideas an enthralling experience. I love to talk about hypothetical scenarios, what things would be like in parallel universes…… anything that might be weird. I will never look down on you for having a wild imagination that has no connection with reality. I adore unique ideas, i am excited by unconventional, politically incorrect statements, i love it when you staunchly defend your opinions while keeping an open mind at the same time, i am fascinated by everything, i am thrilled when you discuss your obsessions with a passionate fervour and i long to help you through your problems and your pain.

I mirror the qualities that i think that humanity should embody: This is an extension of the first point; i despise manipulation, therefore i strive to avoid it; I hate gossip, so i refrain from it; I know how much it hurts when i am underestimated so i strive to show people their potential- this is probably why i am seen as pushovers, because i try to emulate qualities that are just absent in the world today, that simply do not work, but i do it anyway for the simple reason that it is the right thing to do and someone has to behave in a way that is conducive to the implementation of ethical, seemingly Utopian ideals- as a result of which i am constantly perceived as these innocent, clueless unicorns. However, I assure you, i am painfully aware of how the world works, i am just conscious of the fact that someone has to be the change that they wish to see, even if it makes them look bad. I have the urge to lead humanity to a better future, as kindred spirits who lead by example.

I am not innocent snowflakes: Unfortunately, that is the reason that it is ridiculously easy for me to earn a reputation of naivete, but if you just asked me why we do what we do, and listened to me with an open mind, instead of being condescending and calling me innocent, you will see that there is a wealth of intricate analysis combined with grit, determination and a spirit of steel behind why i do what i do. All of our beliefs, actions, opinions and insight tie together holistically to form an overarching framework that informs my worldview and my vision for an ideal future.

I am fully capable of taking care of myself: I understand the intent behind your well-meaning actions. However, please understand that i am fiercely independent and a lot stronger than you realize. I do not need to be protected, i do not need to be shielded and i certainly do not need your unsolicited advice. My impatience with routine administrative tasks, my propensity to bump into inanimate objects, my tendency towards forgetfulness when it comes to facts, directions and details can definitely give me a reputation towards ditzyness. However, if you looked a little deeper, you would realize that my vision is always towards my priorities and the important things in life- I do not neglect the big picture, i do not shirk my responsibilities towards the things that are really important to me. So don’t ever make the mistake of assuming that i do not deserve to be independent and that i cannot take care of ourselves.

I ALWAYS know when i am being manipulated or lied to: Again, the reason i appear to be clueless is because i am quite bad at saying it like it is and calling someone out on their lies, deception and their manipulation- which is the main reason that the people close to me feel that i need to be protected or that i am unaware. This could not be farther from the truth. Even though it might not seem like it, i am extremely aware. The reason i do not (always) call someone out on their behavior is because i do not like conflict, i do not feel the need to disseminate our sharply accurate judgments, we do not like to create a fight over things that i really do not care about (like agreeing to perform a favor for someone who attempted to manipulate me into doing so- i am completely aware of their manipulative tactics, i just do not feel the need to create a fight over something that, quite frankly, is not worth it) and also because i want to remain open to the possibility that i am wrong. my intuitive conclusions are usually accurate, however, i am open minded and i like to give people the benefit of the doubt. I also hate being wrong about things, which is why i keep my conclusions to ourselves.

I am a walking bundle of contradictions: I am logical and ethical. I am smart and stupid. I am nonchalant and caring. I am selfish and selfless. I am caring and indifferent. I am sensitive and thick-skinned. I am restless and content. I am joyous and melancholic. I am kind and evil. I am conflict avoidant and conflict creators. I am ordinary and unique. I am original and conventional. I am confident and under-confident. I am turbulent and stoic. I am lazy and hardworking. I am idealistic and realistic. I amfuture oriented and deeply nostalgic. I am risk taking and responsible. I am simple and complex. I am subjective and objective. I am optimistic and cynical.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

I’m Your Little Butterfly ~ Hanayama Kaoru x Reader

Idk why I started watching Baki and outright binging it, nor why I fell for Kaoru, Doyle and Baki, but... Well, there it is, lol. I haven’t read the manga, only Kaoru’s spin-offs and watched the whole anime, from Grappler to 2018 and Hanma Baki Son of Ogre, so there are sure to be some mistakes here and there, but let’s play pretend, k? k.

Here, Kaoru, a 15 year old, newly-become Yakuza leader, begins his highschool life and is constantly ‘saved’ by the class rep who tried to stop people from bullying the new-comer while also having trouble dealing with her life.

However, he cannot enjoy these relatively peaceful days as a normal highschool student because his goals and life force him to lead a singular mafia life for the next 5 years, until he receives a meeting he never expected.

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Ahhh, what a pain, Y/N thought to herself as she stepped inside the classroom once again. These guys are such a pain. They keep asking me to be their class rep and take care of them, but they never respect her anyway. Jerks.

Ahead of everyone else in her class, Y/N already knew of the appearance of a new class-mate, and therefore, it was her job to take care of him and all that. God, how she hopes he’s not some wimp or something. Then again, someone with a name like Kaoru might be mistaken for a girl, or teased for that. Ahhh, what a horrible job she has.

She had to be both the first and the last student to get inside that classroom to make sure everything is in check for when the teachers come in. This time, as soon as she opened the door, she saw the gargantuan build of a person sitting in the back of the class. This must be the new kid. Kid...? Yeah, whatever.

“You must be Hanayama Kaoru, our new classmate, yes?” Y/N went in front of him, her visage as stoic and unbothered as always, then she extended her hand towards him to shake. “I am L/N Y/N, the class rep. I’m supposed to introduce you to this school and all that. I, uh... I hope you like it here, I guess, although nobody likes it here anyway.” the boy that looked more like a 30 or 40 year old than anything merely looked at her, and although it seemed as if he wasn’t paying attention, his eyes were boring in to her sharply. “Alright. Uhm... There aren’t really any rules around. Students even carry weapons here and there, myself included, although mine is more of a legacy than anything. Other than that... I’ll make sure these punks don’t bully you and you get comfortable with the classes, the teachers and whatever. Also, here. The change of environment must be difficult for you to handle, so... I didn’t know what you liked, but there you go.” Y/N quickly searched into her school bag and took out a box of chocolates, gifting them to him. Seeing that he didn’t move to take them, Y/N gave an awkward side-smile and left the box on his desk, and moved towards her desk, only for a chair to get nosily dragged against the floor. Hanayama got up, towering over her her petite form as if she was a pomeranian standing next to the Empire States Building - And he bowed respectfully to her - Making her gulp in shock. “Thank you for the warm welcome, please take care of me.” “A-Ah, y-yeah, uhm... Please don’t bow or anything, we don’t really do that. There aren’t really many people worth of respect or something. Ah, man, uhm... You’re already nicer than half of this highschool. Just hang in there this class, okay? Take care.” she never imagined anyone would bow down to her out of nowhere like that just to thank her or something. How weird. “Yeah, dude, no one is worthy of Hellgirl Y/N’s respect!” a bleached-blond boy started ugly-chuckling loudly in his seat. “Do you want it, Mitsuru?” the girl asked, looking at him with the mask-like uncaring face of hers. “Ohhh, having the honour of being the first person to get Hellgirl Y/N’s respect? Sign me in!” Mitsuru stood up with a slouchy jump, walking towards her like a cheeky thug. “Wonderful! How about you learn to tie your shoes first, then even think about stepping in front of me. Dumbass.” she flicked his forehead and went to sit down in her seat, looking out of the window as the teacher came in the room and they all followed the basic procedure.

Y/N didn’t know what kind of evil gods there were out there that they were cursed to have the first class, from 8 AM, on a Monday, Maths, of all things, when she can’t help but fall asleep from tiredness and boredom, but they must have been really bad in a past life to deserve this torture. Or something.

And the next one wasn’t any better, considering they had Physics, of all things, but at least next it’s lunch break so it’s perfect.

“Hey, Kaoru. How did you like your first lessons of today?” Y/N leaned back on his desk, awaiting an answer. “It was fine.” he spoke simply. “Well, if you ever need help, I’m the class rep so I can help. Lucky for this dumbasses, I have top marks in every class. Unlucky for me, I should ask for money worth of how much I’m helping them out. Anyway, we have lunch now. Did you bring something from home or do you want to go to the cafeteria?” she extended her hand to him so he’d follow her. Kaoru got up and followed the girl down the halls to wherever she wanted to go. “I didn’t bring lunch.” he replied. “Ahh, alright, alright. They surprisingly have good bentos at the cafeteria. I can show you a secret place to enjoy lunch without being bothered by a bunch of nosy losers too. Do you have your wallet with you?” she let out an amused exhale. “Not anymore.”  All his replies were deadpan and in the same tone. “What do you mean… Anymore? Did someone steal your wallet?!” she gasped in horror. “I made a donation for Mr. Haga’s return to school.” He answered so innocently. “M-…Mr… Haga…? R-Really…Now…” the girl let out an exasperated sigh. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it back with all your money there. Never give away your money for donations, it’s always those delinquents begging for money to get whatever the hell they want.” She tried to explain to him. “I see. Thank you for telling me.” He muttered in understanding, yet it didn’t seem to bother him much.

 They arrived at the busy cafeteria, but Y/N cut off in line, abusing one of the very little privileges she has as a class rep, also guiding the boy with her constantly. “Ma’am, you still have bentos, don’t you?” “Ah, you’re just in luck, we have exactly 2 more left! Here, there you go.” The woman behind the counter hurried to put the nicely packed bento boxes in a bag, telling her the price. “Huh? What’s with that price? It’s like… Four times the regular amount.” Y/N looked petrified at the woman. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I know you’re not doing well with money, but you know the expensive boxes are always the last ones to be taken. You should stop being so generous and altruistic with strangers, even if it’s their first day here. Don’t they always end up giving you trouble anyway? Use that money for your family, you know you work damn hard for it.” This discourse made the girl uncomfortable. “Can’t you put it on the tab or something? You know I always pay the next day-…” Y/N tried to bargain, but the woman shook her head. “I’m sorry, they don’t allow us to give away food on the tab anymore. Mostly because of those delinquents, but many have to suffer because of that too.” The woman looked pitifully at the red haired girl who aggressively ruffled her hair in anger. “Alright, alright, not much that can be done. Here it is, thank you for this. Have a lovely day, ma’am.” Y/N quickly smiled gratefully at the woman as her hand shook, giving away so much money that she desperately needed. “Thank you, Y/N. Ah, Y/N-… Please, stop trying to be so good for all the people who don’t deserve it. It’s not good for your health.” The woman watched the girl with a worried look. “Haha, thank you for the concerns, as always… But have you forgotten? I am the bad guy.” She nonchalantly shrugged, laughing lightly and turning around.

 But hey, it was her job as the class rep to make newcomers feel welcomed and whatever, what the hell, big deal. Y/N carried the bag as she gave a signal to the new kid to follow her up to the roof  where they had a very nice view of the park filled with blooming cherry blossoms and the snowy mountains in the horizon. Locking the door behind them, Y/N jumped the tall fence with ease, getting to sit down at the edge of the school and motioning for the boy to do the same.

He did, albeit, much more awkwardly because of his height and weight, making it bend a bit. It amused Y/N quite a bit as she handed him his food and opened her own bento that she made herself.

“Hope you like it. The expensive one always has the best stuff. She makes them herself at home. Everyone loves her cooking.” The girl spoke so calmly and easy-going now, almost as if she was able to relax now that she was most alone. “I am sorry.” Kaoru spoke all of a sudden as he broke his chopsticks. “Sorry? What are you sorry for?” she frowned at him in confusion. “You don’t have to go that far to make me feel welcomed. I’m not leaving highschool.” He spoke simply. “Ah, come on now, just eat and shut up, I don’t need apologies for something you didn’t do, alright?” the girl looked away awkwardly. She never, in this life, had people apologise or thank her, especially not so genuinely. “Anyway, I’ll get that wallet back for you by the end of the day. I know those two idiots, they always do this to newcomers and first graders like us. I’m sure you’ll realise this soon, but we’re known to be a pretty weak highschool. That’s why everyone thinks it’s okay to go full-delinquent mode and attempt to intimidate others into submission and assert gang dominance. They’re all so stupid and weak. All of them. But they think they can protect the school. They can’t.” She scoffed, annoyed, and continued eating. “Do you have someone to protect this school now?” he asked, surprising Y/N. “…Hehe… There is someone, but they only come out when there’s trouble. They’re not exactly physically strong, but they are a master at sword-fighting. They come from a long line of samurai family.” She chuckled lightly and vaguely. “Interesting. I’d like to meet him.” He grunted suddenly. “Oh. You will, don’t worry. Trouble always roams these places and they have to come out and defend the students.” But sooner than expected, the bell rang, announcing the end of their lunch break and the beginning of the next class. “Come on, we’ve got Biology. The teacher is really nice, you’ll like it.”

  At the end of Kaoru’s first day of school, he felt weird  - Maybe a bit exhausted, in a way he never experienced before – Was this how school was like for everyone? Was this what being a normal student felt like? Oddly enough, it was pretty nice. He kinda liked it. He only wondered if it was only a short-lived bliss or if he will continue enjoying this experience longer.

For some reason unknown even to him, he waited until his class rep finished work around the classroom so they could exit the school together – What surprised him, however, was that, as soon as they got out, someone shouted loudly some apologies and went to kowtow to the ground humbly and desperately.

“O-Oi, Haga, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Y/N crouched to his level, patting his head and sweat-dropping awkwardly. “I’M DEEPLY SORRY, SIR! They didn’t know your identity or family name. We made a huge mistake, you can be the one that will rule the whole school from now on!!” Y/N’s eyes widened in shock, seeing how submissive and afraid this thug was. “Haga, my friend.” Kaoru crouched down to Haga’s level as well. “You can raise your head, it’s okay.” His voice was so calm and nice, bearing no ill-will or anything. “We’re sorry! We’re very sorry!” he continued crying out vigorously. “I’ll never accept back the money or kindness that I give out. I won’t ‘rule’ this school either.” Kaoru confessed as he got up to face the statue behind him. “Come on, Get up, Haga. He forgave you. Or, well… Those friends of yours.” She handed him her hand to help him up. “I’d like to request one more thing, Haga. Don’t ever salute or bow to me in that way again.” The huge boy spoke again as he shook hands with the statue of the founder of the school, easily scrunching it up miserably. “A-Alright… S-Sir…” Haga blinked in shock at the statue’s destroyed hand. In the meantime, Y/N took out all the money from his wallet, handed it to Haga and made sure everything else was put back inside, then handed it to the rightful owner. “Guess you can handle your own.  You don’t really need me.  You’re gonna be fine around here, I can tell.” She gave him a proud smile as she handed back the wallet. “Thank you, Senpai. Please continue guiding me.” He bowed at her for the second time that day, making her blush in embarrassment. “H-Hey, Hanayama, get up, please. Don’t bow to me, I’m nobody important, and besides, we’re about the same age anyway. And I don’t really deserve the title of Senpai, I did nothing to be worthy of being called that by you.” She ruffled her hair, a dreadful habit she has when she’s nervous and unsure of what to say. “Are you not willing to accept me under your wing, Senpai?” he asked, in the same passive voice one again. “… Who am I to deny you, anyway? If the young Yakuza leader wants me to be his Senpai, then it will be my honour. Okay then, leave it to me, I’ll take care of you and help you out if you need anything.” She chuckled much more relaxed and easy-going now, patting the boy’s back. “How did you know who I was?” he asked, confused that an ordinary highschool girl would know about the underground business. “I’m the class rep, it’s my job knowing everything. Do you have any idea how many times I had to get Haga and his silly friends out of trouble? Actually, I don’t know either, I lost count. Anyway, I don’t think you want people around to know about this, or treat you differently, therefore I’ll pretend I don’t know anything. If you came here to learn, and not at home, then it means you want some peace in your life. Well, I hate to break it to you, there will be no peace in highschool. It sucks. But hey, it’s the kind of sucks that everyone goes through, so it should prove to be some fun for you, maybe. It’s your choice how you want to live. So… Yeah. Your Senpai urges you to take it easy and have fun.” She shrugged in the most careless and laid-back manner possible, before going home, leaving the yakuza boy behind, staring after her with unfocused eyes as his mind became pensive, processing over her words.

What could she have possibly meant by that? Why would highschool suck? Isn’t it supposed to be fun? He heard his mother once say it was one of her most favourite times of her life… Could things have changed since then? It hasn’t been that long since she was a highschooler herself, and yet, how could he know for certain? Maybe asking her? Yes, that could work. Surely, she’ll be proud of him for getting a proper education.

Days went by at an alarmingly fast pace, making Kaoru shocked how quick time goes by when you’re busy with school all the time, but this wasted time had a charm to it. Seeing people his age socialize and have fun – He kinda enjoyed it, even though he wasn’t the most approachable or talkative out there – Even seeing this peace, no more adults killing each other and having constant responsibilities on his shoulders – Yeah, it was pretty nice.

Yet somehow, it seemed, his Senpai was constantly surprised by how people actively want to bully him, despite being like a damn Panzer tank compared to their twig-form, yet still, she stood high and proud in front of him, reprimanding anyone who dared approach her kouhai with ill intentions. It was kinda funny, he thought, watching such a small girl defend him from whatever idiot thinks he can take him down. This is highschool, huh?

Yet, even so, through all the things he went through in fights and what-not, he never expected to find his shoes being filled with dead baby mice and a stun-gun. Perhaps this wasn’t the common prank occurrence around because he noticed Y/N getting really angry, yelling and threatening everyone at the changing lockers and actively looking around for Haga and whatever other gang of thugs she keeps under her thumb for information to find out what happened.

“I’m sorry. Not even they have any idea what the hell happened. I’ll find out, soon enough, and when I do, they won’t leave this school alive. I’m gonna string them up by the neck and hang them outside next to the flag pole.” Her threats were so adorably funny and violent that Hanayama could only let out an amused exhale and open the book locker, only to quickly retract his hand. His fingers were bleeding and the edge of the locker door had sharp razors. He didn’t say anything, only looking at the blood drip on the ground and the way the girl’s eyes held flames of anger as she took out her handkerchief and her water bottle to clean the wounds and wrap them up, before turning to the class. “Who was the fuckass who thought it was a smart idea to go against my authority and do all this shit? Go on, get up and face the consequences like the punks that you are. Or are you afraid I’m gonna slice you up into pieces and feed you to the fish?” she threatened everyone with a dark voice that seemed to have an impact on most of the colleagues.

That is, until one of them got up with a crossbow – Yes, a crossbow, of all weapons – And smirked tauntingly, approaching them. “The traps in the shoebox and the blades on the door were quite creative weren’t they? Hey, guys, there are 10 minutes before classes start. I need to discuss something with Hanayama in private and I need everyone OUT!” he yelled the last word to his trembling classmates. “Class rep, are you gonna let our classmates be subjected to violence and become potential innocent bystander victims in our little brawl here?” he mocked the girl. “Get out, all of you. It seems some people need some discipline taught into them the hard way.” The lower her voice became, the darker her aura felt, as she protectively stood in front of the seated Hanayama. “Yes, that’s it, class rep! Show off your authority! You scared everyone with your voice, isn’t that so cool? Look at them running away like a flock of sheep trying to survive against a wolf chasing them. You really think you can protect all of them? How foolish of you. That one doesn’t need your protection, he’s a fucking mafia boss. He could wring your neck like a flower by just blinking at you. How stupid can you be?” he laughed patronizingly at her. “Hanayama Kaoru is a student in the class that I am representing, therefore, he is under my protection. As his Senpai, more than anything, I promised to make sure he’s going to be okay. In this highschool, Hanayama Kaoru isn’t the leader of the Yakuza, but a simple student of MY class 1-A. If anyone has anything against this fact, then go ahead and bark out your worthless complaints to me. I dare you. Or are you afraid my threats will become reality?” Y/N tilted her head to the side menacingly, stepping forward as her grip on the hilt of the katana on her waist tightened. “Wow, Hanayama, to think you’d be the first person L/N respects enough to protect, how amusing! But are you really going to let a woman stand in front of a weapon for you, looking all cool while you just watch?” the guy smirked provokingly at the yakuza boy. “What’s there to fear? You have only one shot with that stupid toy of yours. If you kill me, it’s game over for you and Hanayama will wring your neck like a flower… Or whatever the hell stupid shit you spewed. I bet you don’t even know how to use it. If you wanted to be cool, you should have chosen a rifle, they’re so much better.” The way she smirked made the guy frown and tsk in anger. “Hey, Hanayama. You should be my friend. This is a custom made, state-of-the-art crossbow. It has a 400 Kg tension. That means this little steel arrow will have 200 Kg weight power at impact. Look at how close either of you are to me, if I were to shoot it at you, there’s no way the arrow will get stuck in the body. It will pierce your body, tear it to pieces and suddenly, you will die a violent and painful death. How ain’t that much cooler than a rifle, eh, class rep?” Y/N got so pissed off that she took out her sword and put the tip so quickly under his chin, raising it up so fast, that he couldn’t watch her movements. “You’re so brave, talking like that. But don’t you know people like you are all bark and no bite? This is your last warning. Drop that stupid crossbow of yours and go back to your seat or I’m gonna have your head impaled on the flag pole in all its glory.” The two weapons were touching the other’s bodies, and while the girl was somber and dark, the boy smirked with confidence and smugness. “You’re rather confident, class rep, if not, very foolish! I will drop the crossbow only if Hanayama cries and begs for his life to be spared, otherwise, I’ll make sure I shoot the both of you with one single shot.” Suddenly, with enough noise, Hanayama’s chair was dragged back as he got up, scaring the boy into adverting the point of the crossbow to the bigger boy’s face, as Y/N immediately, with a single move, went behind him with the blade drawing blood from his neck skin. “If you think I won’t do it, you’d better think again! Come on, Hanayama! You’d better stop moving and do as I say, we don’t have all the time in the world to do this. I don’t think I can hold on for much longer, you better start to cry.” “Senpai. Move aside.” Kaoru spoke for the first time since this all happened. “Are you sure…?” she frowned, unsure of his request. He merely nodded, and the girl, defeated, sighed and took the blade from the boy’s neck, sheathing it back and hopping to sit on a desk and watch the show as Hanayama unbuttoned his jacket, showing off a huge variety of weapons that he has hidden all over his body, which ultimately, made the girl jaw-drop in awe, while the stupid boy could only sweat bullets and tremble. “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE ALWAYS UNARMED!” “All these are real.” Neither his face or voice seemed to change in any way, despite the provocation. “I KNOW THAT, YOU IDIOT! I’M A WEAPON COLLECTOR! … Gah… A shotgun, a handgun, katana… Grenades too… What the hell is all that for?!” he was getting more and more anxious by the second. “You must feel uneasy using that trinket over there. I have more powerful weapons at home, but this is all that I have on me now. Here take them.” Kaoru took out the massive amount of weapons and threw them on the ground for that nameless idiot to take. “I carry them when I have to fight against students.” “Y-You carry all these… W-When you have to fight against other students…?!” the grip on the crossbow was already so lax, it almost fell completely. “Yes, but I don’t use them. Those are for the other guys.” Hanayama stated as he sat down on the ground with his back facing the enemy. “Use whatever you want, I won’t block or move. Shoot or strike until you’re satisfied. Once you’re done… It’s going to be… My turn.” The way he said it was so dark and menacing, but all Y/N could do was stare in admiration at that tattoo sprawled all over his back – Tattoo that looked a million times better with the addition of all those scars on his skin. “N…N…N-No…W-Well… I-It’s okay, it’s… It’s… I-I’m so sorry… I’m…” he dropped that crossbow on the ground and he started ugly sobbing as Kaoru suddenly turned around and grabbed the shotgun. “PLEASE DON’T KILL ME! I BEG OF YOU! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!” “Then help me pick them up. I need to put them away before I get in trouble.” This comment, as Kaoru started carefully picking up everything, made the girl laugh loudly and get off the desk, slamming a chair on the handle of the door and getting on her tippy-toes, leaning back on the door so the small window in it would get blocked and  nobody could see inside the classroom. “Hurry up, there’s barely 2 minutes left before class starts.” Y/N smirked down at them as she watched them shuffling around aimlessly.

Thankfully, though, they managed to get everything in order just in time, as if nothing happened and the class went on as usual. Y/N had to admit, she hadn’t had such fun in quite a while. Hanayama really was a nice addition to this place, despite all the troubles that come and go because of all the idiots who think they can take him on. And that wasn’t even the first time that it happened, but Y/N can’t be around him constantly, threatening them, so this was a way to ease her worries – Even though it didn’t. She was the class rep and everything was a complete chaos everywhere, but no matter how frustrating that was, he found it was a rather frequent occurrence. When there was no King, everyone around tried to fight and there was nothing anyone could do.

The only thing he could do was be himself and occasionally ask his Senpai to get a coffee with him at the café as a way to apologise – It never worked, though, as she never accepted his apologies. He was innocent, after all, so why should he feel sorry for something he can’t control?

Hanayama thought, however, that the worst he’d see around were bullies, delinquents and thugs at most, especially after that crybaby crossbow kid thought it was funny and smart to threaten him, and instead, got the scare of his life, but one evening, as he walked out of the school with Y/N and Haga and his gang, who became friends, chatting here and there – It was so nice and light-hearted, he though. But suddenly they got stopped by another gang with knives and creepy smirks, wanting to rob them, most likely. Well, that wasn’t the case, Kaoru realized very quickly, as he watched Haga’s friends all hiding behind him, despite how nervous he was. “Yoo, you’re those weaklings from X highschool, aye? Show me who your leader is, I wanna beat him up and take over the school. Is it you, mate? They hide behind you like that, but you have such a scared mug that I think you’re gonna piss your pants soon.” The leader of the other gang wiggled the knife around carelessly – It was pathetic, Hanayama thought, and he expected to see Haga step up and protect the school – He said he was the one to rule the school, right?

Much was his shock, though, when he watched the petite girl with them groan, pissed off, and stepped forwards, her hand leisurely laying on her katana. “I heard you wanna take over my highschool. Wanna fight to death over it?” she smirked confidently, only to get laughed at by the other thugs who mocked her. “Ohhh, little missy found a weapon and she thinks she’s scary? Yeah, scary like a cute, little kitten! Ha! Hey, how about we have fun with her – I get her first – But sure, missy, if ya wanna fight, I’ll show you some respect.” He grinned pervertedly as he stepped forward, and now, in the middle of the street, it was just a two of them, staring at each other as if it was a showdown. “So? To the death? Tell me, otherwise I won’t bother. My and the school’s honour is at stake, after all.” She taunted the guy who tsked and spit on the ground, getting in a fighting position. “Fine, if that’s what you want, I’ll kill you first then we’ll take turns fucking your dead body—“ but he wasn’t able to finish speaking that ugly sentence, as the girl was already behind him, his torso sliced open with a single cut that was much too fast for most of them to see. “Come again? Tell me, what were you going to do to me?” she mocked him as she kicked his legs so he’d fall pitifully to the ground. “I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY, I WAS WRONG, I’LL NEVER TRY TO FIGHT YOU AGAIN! PLEASE, MERCY, MERCY!” he groveled pitifully on the ground, clinging on her leg, only for her to kick him in the face and crouch to his level, snatching away the knife from his hands. “To the death, we said. Go on, slice your stomach open, commit seppuku. If you won’t, I will do it for you. And you won’t like it.” She played with the knife in her hand so leisurely, Hanayama thought she was a gangster herself since birth. “MERCYYY! I BEG OF YOU, SPARE ME, PLEASE!” he cried out, only for those shouts to be stopped by his own knife plunged in the stomach and dragged side ways. He couldn’t even scream anymore, he just fell to the ground and had to watch as Y/N wiped the blood from her katana in the crook of her flexed arm, the same way samurai would when killing an opponent. “You only fight an opponent you know you can win against. It’s your fault you wanted to fight to death. I merely bid my promise. Now, you… Who’s next? You said you wanted to take turns with me. Go on, I’m waiting. My sword is thirsty.” She grinned at them, her head held back, scaring them. Instead, all those left over guys ran away as if Yujiro Hanma himself was running to kill them – How pitiful and weak – She thought to herself as she chuckled and sheathed back her sword, walking in front of Haga. “Yo. What would you do without me?” she grinned teasingly, flicking his forehead. “Haha… Really… I don’t know what our school would do without Hellgirl Y/N to take care of us. Sorry for the trouble.” Haga hung his head, smiling awkwardly and scratching the back of his head. “Haga. The problem is… BLOOD STAINS!” she cried out dramatically .”Do you have any idea how long it takes to get off the blood off white clothes?! It’s outright hell!” “Well… At least it makes you look cool.” Haga muttered, as they all started laughing as leisurely as before. “Yeah, totally. Question is… What the hell are we gonna do with the dead guy?” she asked, crossing her arms to her chest. “I’ll take care of it.” Kaoru spoke, impressed by the girl’s skill. He realized it was something dubious about the way she spoke about the person taking care of the school, not to mention, the way she carries that sword everywhere, but that? That was impressive. Even he had some trouble keeping up with her speed. “Oh? As expected, I have the most reliable kouhai in the world. Haga, be jealous!” she nudged the delinquent leader who could only chuckle nervously.

Hanayama, as he watched the others chat and talk, thought at her title of Hellgirl Y/N and Class rep, and he came to the conclusion that, somehow, he doubts all class reps go so far and beyond for their school and classmates the way she does. Why does she do it, though? She has no responsibility over them the same way he does over his Yakuza associates. Hell, they aren’t even all that nice to her, anyway, and more, she tries to keep up this bad guy persona, as if that was true, and yet, it was the farthest thing away from the truth.

He really didn’t understand it, but somehow, the respect for his Senpai grew and he realized he wanted to begin working more and more, the way he does.

 Soon, he’d see, the school, found that perhaps adding a teacher who would beat up students would be the best way of controlling everyone, as Y/N’s authority was way too lax and there still were rule-breakings, of minor and major value. And that’s how, for the past few days, a jerk of a teacher was awaiting every student at the entrance of the school and hitting them if there was something he disliked about them. One victim was Takayama, who had bleached hair and was being forced by the teacher to dye it a normal colour otherwise a slap on the ass and face won’t be the last thing he gets – He will get a punch in the face this time.

Hanayama watched as he walked next to Y/N inside the school grounds and saw this unfolding in front of them. The next victim was a girl who had her skirt too short, as he says, and he slapped her so powerfully that she started crying and shaking.

“Your skirt is way too short, it may distract other male students!” he yelled at her, as she couldn’t keep herself from sobbing as he creepily bent down to her level. “You’re a pretty girl. I will hate myself if you force me to slap you on the face.” This pissed off Y/N so much more than any silly classmate of hers who would just openly defy her or Hanayama for the lolz. “HEY! What the HELL do you think you’re doing?! What the hell kind of misogynistic fuckass are you?! You don’t deserve to be a teacher, go to hell! You have NO right talking like that to an underage girl! And you have no authority over the way someone looks or has their uniform, as long as its within the accepted rules by the school!” Hanayama already knew about this teacher came over with a permission to violence, thanks to Y/N informing him in advance. Knowing the class rep had its perks, after all. “Oh? You’re the class rep, aren’t you? Isn’t it your fault the school is in such disarray? It’s your fault I was called over to instill some discipline into these guys. But no wonder they’re all misbehaving, look at how YOU look. Red hair, short skirt, accessories – Who are you trying to seduce, anyway? Is this why you let all the girls get away with it? So the boys will get their heads in the mud and underperform in class?” he smirked down at her condescendingly. “It’s their own fault if they don’t know their priorities and can’t control their urges. If they choose to think with the wrong head, good for them, but it’s nobody else’s fault but theirs and theirs alone. Besides… What the hell do you have against my hair anyway?! It’s how I was born! Does it look to you like I’m 100% Japanese? Because I’m not. Now gimme a break and fuck off.” Even though the grip on her sword tightened, she knew she couldn’t draw a blade against a teacher, and this jerk seemed to be aware of that as he snatched away her katana and threw it far away on the ground before slapping her face to hard she fell to the ground. “Devil’s advocate, aren’t you, but when it comes to protecting their rights, without that silly toy of yours, you are nothing but a weak and frail woman that could be stomped on with such ease. Give up. Everyone is watching, are you going to let yourself be humiliated for their sport?” he laughed at her, watching as she got up, looking at him with cold eyes. “Is that the best you can do? Really? You call yourself such a strong man, but all you have is your fist and way too many privileges. You think you’re so high and mighty, but you go against the defenseless. What, you think you’re some God or something? That permit of yours is going to get revoked very soon, after all the complaints received already. Go on, enjoy your last moments of bliss when you get to be King in your own makeshift fantasy.” Her chin was up, talking phlegmy at him, intentionally provoking him. “Y/N, GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM!” she could hear some of her colleagues shouting from the windows as they were watching with their hearts in their throats. “You’re the worst, you know that, don’t you, class rep? You intentionally provoke the worst out of people, and when they can’t hold it anymore and go all out, you place the blame on them. You’re such a bad guy, no matter how much you want to play innocence and righteousness.” He walked in front of her and slapped her other cheek even harder now, making her fly to the ground, this time, facing the sky. Y/N looked up at the passing clouds almost lifelessly, as she let out a disgusted huff and got up, spitting some blood on the ground, realizing her lip was busted. “Dude… My mother has dementia and Alzheimer, she beats me up almost daily… You think those slaps mean anything to me? You’re just some weakling begging to be recognized by some big fists, that’s all you are. Nobody is going to respect you if you go on like this. But tell me, what kind of satisfaction would you have beating up a defenseless person who just lays there on the ground and takes it? Venting your frustrations? Throwing away all those reprised inferiority complex problems? How pathetic. You. Are. Disgusting.” Her cold eyes held no ounce of fear, yet no life or joy, nor anger or hatred, as she watched the frown on the teacher’s face. “Pathetic. You are, by far, the worst class rep in history.” He tsk’ed, annoyed, only to get his attention shifted by Hanayama who walked to him and bowed, greeting him as you do to all teachers. “Heh! You’re always so confident. I know your trick. You like to walk tall and strong, now, of all times, to get my attention away from your little friend. You look down on everyone but not because you are powerful or wealthy, or smarter than the rest. You intimidate everyone with this – That stupid cross shaped scar across your face – Isn’t it? I don’t know how it happened and I don’t care, but I’m a fighting expert and I can tell right away, if that happened in a fight, you simply couldn’t defend yourself and got careless. That scar simply shows that your lack of a good defense landed you in making a mistake and paying for you.” The jerk teacher continued to berate the poor kid, yet he didn’t shift in any way. “From my perspective, you got careless and got cut like that. There’s no mystery or trick in it for me. I don’t fear you because of the scare tactic you use, but inflating your ego and telling stories about you, that’s not cool, Hanayama. People don’t like swindlers. The most dangerous student in Japan… What would you do if a teacher were to crush that rumour? Wouldn’t that be the most dangerous teacher in japan too?” the disgusting grin on his creepy face really angered Y/N. “You’re so full of shit the toilet’s jealous. You could never win against Hanayama.” She insulted him, yet he merely laughed. “Having a little girl protect you, Hanayama? How pathetic.” The teacher laughed in his face. “You are correct, sir.” Kaoru’s comment made Y/N gulp. “Well, what can you do. You attack people when you know you can win, but when you know defeat is certain, you take no time running with your tail between your legs. I expected a little more of the mighty and legendary Hanayama Kaoru. Hah! If someone has to make you submit to discipline, that person has to be me…” the teacher smirked so confidently. “What a nice pair of shoes. Your parents must be rich. Yeah, those look good on you, your family must be proud. You surely are a tiger that has earned his stripes already. Let’s talk about something different. Your pants are too long, they look kinda scruffy.” “Yes, the larger size pants don’t fit me, so I had to special order.” However, before Kaoru could finish talking, the teacher punched him in the stomach, yet the boy didn’t flinch. Instead, the teacher got flustered. “Y-You must still live with your parents… Wh-What kind of family are they…? What did they do to you…? Ah… ARE YOU A YAKUZA?!” the teacher shrieked at him. “Teacher, you…” but, as he talked, the teacher fell on the ground in a crouch, protecting his head defensively. “Teacher, you are correct.” He said, helping the teacher up.

As everyone cheered, the teacher admitted defeat and Y/N could only smile proudly at the boy – So easily, he managed to get most people like him – Literally, by doing nothing but being himself – And maybe having the build of an indestructible tank, but the facts still stand.

Despite the win, she felt defeated and lost all wish to live – Not that it was something new, she felt that way whenever she went home and had to see the huge mess there – She could only sigh and hang her head, turning away from there. However, she was stopped by a hand on her shoulders, and looking at the person behind, it was none other than her kouhai, handing her back her sword.

“Take it. I don’t deserve it.” She muttered, looking away. “Yes, you do.” He argued back, bowing to the girl and offering the sword with both his sword. “Get up already. I told you never to do that again. I told you, just keep it. He was right, I’m the worst class rep in history. That sword… I don’t deserve it. I’m not a warrior, nor a protector. You are.” She put her hands on his shoulder, using all her force to try to get him to stand straight. “You protected your classmates and me all this time. Please continue doing so. Every person, no matter how weak or strong, if they find something to protect, they become warriors. Take it back.” Kaoru extended his hands towards her once again, and with an exhausted sigh, she nodded and  gingerly took back her sword, putting it back at her waist. “Alright… Alright, let’s go to classes, we’re late anyway.” She muttered, crossing her arms to her chest, walking in front of him, her long hair covering her face. “H-Hey, u-uhm… Class rep?” the girl who previously got slapped by the teacher came meekly in front of her. “I, uhm… I wanted to thank you… For defending me. Not even my boyfriend dared go against that guy, but you did. Thank you.” As soon as she finished talking, the girl threw her arms around Y/N, hugging her, making her go stiff in shock. “I-I-I… U-Uhm…” Y/N’s bottom lip trembles nervously, not sure what to say, as more girl and some of her thug friends came by, surrounding her and thanking her for being so cool and defending their rights when no one else dared to. “Y-You’re… W-Welcome…” she managed to croak out in a weak voice, hanging her head so nobody could see that she was on the verge of tears. “Any time.” After that, they continued on with their regular lives as they always had, for the longest of time. It almost seemed like no bad thing would happen again in that highschool of theirs, and Y/N went back to hitting the delinquents on the back of their heads with the hilt of the sword, it seemed like the most casual and normal occurrence there could be for these teenagers. Hanayama, too, really began to enjoy this school life and everything it brought along the way.

Y/N, however, seemed to have worse and worse days, and it was visible from her tired face, her getting late to school, the slightly disheveled way she looked and how she didn’t seem to be as focused as always, hell, even falling asleep in class a few times. If people noticed, they didn’t say anything. That’s how it was, after all. She didn’t have any friend except for maybe Kaoru, but how long can she keep up being strong all the time when everything works against her and she has no energy to keep on going. She wouldn’t even accept going to the café with him anymore, under pretexts of having to work or not having any money to spend.

Already half a year passed and it was getting colder, just like her expressions. Kaoru was worried, although, he didn’t really understand why. It was a weird feeling that he couldn’t tell apart, but still, something inside him was irking and made him want to act somehow. That is, until the girl herself went to him and she seemed to be clouded by something, and in a whole other world of her own as she pinched his sleeve and guided him out of the school, only to see they were in the park, all alone, only them two and the lights from the lamp posts. Hanayama watched as the girl opened and closed her mouth continuously, forcing herself to speak, but being unable to for whatever reason, until finally, she acted and bowed to the ground in front of him, shocking the poor boy out of his wits.

“Kaoru… I… I need to ask for a favour and you’re the only one who can help me. Please, I beg of you, accept it.” She groveled desperately on the ground. “Senpai… Don’t bow to me.  You are my superior.” He crouched to her level, trying to get her up, but she didn’t budge. “We’re not in school anymore, therefore I’m not your superior in any way. Kaoru… I need help. I need money for mum’s brain surgery. She’s getting worse and worse and I don’t know how long can she keep going without it. I can’t get enough money on my own with the small wage I get by working. Hell, I can barely keep taking care of 5 other people and paying the taxes and all that shit all by myself, and I don’t know what else to do anymore. If mother dies, there’s no way our grandparents will be able to keep custody of us because they don’t get a pension and me and my little sisters are going to get separated and put into orphanages and my grandparents will rot in the house alone, sick and with no money or food to go by. Please, Kaoru, I don’t know what to do. Please help me out.” For the first time since he began his school life, he saw the girl show her emotions – What she really felt, what tormented her every second of her existence – And he realized, despite how tragic his family life was, he wasn’t the only one in the world suffering. She faked being alright so easily that he didn’t realise that she had any problem, except for that time when she admitted being abused by her mentally ill mother. “Senpai, please, get up.” His grip on her was gentle, and this time, he managed to get her standing, but she didn’t dare raise her head, yet he could see the tears going down her face as she tried to bite her lip into not sobbing and appearing weak. “I will help you. Don’t worry. Just take care of your mother and I will take care of the rest.” His hands were on her arms, squeezing lightly to reassure her. “Thank you…” she managed to whisper before, much to his shock, he found himself being hugged by the girl crying into his chest and thanking him repeatedly as if she was a broken record. “Don’t thank me. It is my wish to help you as you’ve helped me. This is the only way I can.” He spoke, patting her head lightly, remembering the way his mother used to do for him when he was upset. “Let me show you the family you’ll be helping. You should know where your money is going, after all, it’s only fair. I just… Hope you won’t regret it by the time you see it.” She stepped back, grasping his hand gingerly and guiding him towards her home, all whilst he remained completely silent.

There, the girl was welcomed so nicely by her mother who hugged her and kissed her forehead, telling her how she missed her, asking if she had a nice day at school and if she was getting along well with the other classmates. He watched as Y/N merely nodded and answered positively, as if nothing was going on, only to hear a loud smacking noise and her stumbling to the side. Her mother was now hysterically shrieking at her in such a shrill voice that it almost felt as if his eardrums were ruptured.

Two more people, elderly, came out to drag the mother back inside the house, and in turn they blamed Y/N for the mother acting in such a way, saying it’s all her fault that she’s not working hard enough to provide for them. They called her a whore begging for money from another man. And she took it all with the same straight mask-like face that never changed whenever he’d look at her. Her sisters then came out as well, complaining they didn’t have whatever silly luxury they were dreaming of, and that, once again, was all Y/N’s fault.

Hanayama already felt his head bursting in pain from all the noise and chaos going on, he could only imagine going through all this mess every day, without fail. No wonder she felt so pressured and stressed all the time, nobody could get out of there completely sane.

Finally, they all went back inside the run down house and Y/N fell to the ground, looking up at the cloudy sky as it slowly began to rain. It was cold, and she was still dressed in that light school uniform, but she seemed to completely disregard everything around her.

Taking a deep breath, Hanayama nodded to himself and sat down next to the girl, not caring that his uniform would get all muddy and gross. Instead, he took his jacket off and covered the girl, shielding her from the cold water droplets.

“If I were you, I’d regret helping such a fucked up family. Family… This is not a family. They treat me like I’m some working donkey. It’s driving me crazy. I hate it. It’s like a never-ending cycle and there’s no way of escaping it.” She confessed, feeling a bit more relieved now that she spoke out what she was feeling, for the first time in her life. “Even so, I’d be helping you out, that’s all that matters to me.” He replied to her sincerely. “You’re too good for this world, Kaoru. Really, you are. No matter what anyone else says, this is the truth.” She muttered, hugging her knees to her chest. “I am the leader of the Yakuza. Your faith in me is misplaced.” He looked away, unsure of what to say. “So what if you’re the leader of the Yakuza? Do you think you’re evil? Because you’re not. Look at all the kindness you showed to everyone at school. People really love you, you know. There are people among Haga’s gang that want you to recruit them… And there are girls who want to be your girlfriends. An evil man wouldn’t be getting such popularity and love from everyone, he’d be feared and the others would keep their distance from him. You may look intimidating and scary at a first glance… And that’s because hey, it’s true, you have the ability to kill by just blinking, that’s how strong you are. But you never even lifted a finger against anyone, no matter how they provoked you. You earned their respect and appreciation and you didn’t even realise that. You silly, clueless boy.” She let out a dry huff of amusement, watching the boy turn his head to look at her with wide, shocked eyes. “I… Don’t know what to say.” He muttered, looking down, blinking in confusion. “Nothing. You don’t have to say anything. Just accept the truth as it is. You’re a nice person, you deserve to be happy. Even if it may not be too straightforward as it should be, it’s the little things that make us smile. I’ve never seen you smile before. You should.” She spoke so easily and nonchalantly that it made Kaoru feel confused, his mind and heart fighting each other for reasons unknown. “You don’t smile either.” He retorted right back, making her chuckle and nod in agreement. “I smile when I’m with you, you just don’t see it.” Her words made the boy completely shut down. This… This wasn’t something that he could take on alone. This was something he couldn’t handle alone. He needed help. Kizaki. Yes, he needed Kizaki. “You will catch a cold if you stay longer in the rain.” He muttered, not sure how to reply to the previous comment from her. “It’s fine. What’s the worst that could happen, anyway? I just get a cold, it will go away sometime. But I don’t always get the time to talk like this to my kouhai, you know?” she smiled lightly, averting her sight up to the sky. “Tell me, how can I repay you for you kindness? It can be anything, I don’t care, I will do it. I won’t take no for an answer, so don’t bother saying that.” “…Fine. There is something I might need. I have a business meeting soon and I need a Geisha. I’m not asking you to be one, but if you can play any instrument and pour tea and sake, I’d appreciate it being someone I have trust into.” He spoke, a bit embarrassed by this. “Is that all? I can play the zither, if it’s fine with you.” She pointed out easily. “It is fine. I… Also need help with something else.” He spoke, before getting dark and hanging his head. “I need help studying. Kizaki saw my report card and scolded me.” “Ahhhh-… Ahahaha. Yeah, sure, that’s perfect. You should have asked me sooner, you know I told you that. Tell me when and where and I’ll do whatever you need me for.” As she said that, somehow, something inside him stirred, and unconsciously, he felt a weird desire of wanting to see the girl more often. “Thank you, Y/N-Senpai.” He nodded his head at her, only to see her chuckle cutely at him, much more relaxed than usual. “Anything for my little kouhai.” She said-… Little? She said little? What the hell is little about him? What a peculiar girl.

The next day, Y/N’s mother was rushed to the hospital for that surgery which, unfortunately, didn’t help much and soon, she died. This, in turn, made the sisters become separated and taken into an orphanage, while the grandparents were sent to an elder’s home.

That left Y/N, who went to get a document of emancipation, have the small and shabby house all to herself. That meant, any money she got, she wouldn’t have to throw it around for others and she could finally get new clothes and get rid of the old and patched up ones. Even better, she could finally afford to eat an ice-cream without feeling regret or guilt that she didn’t give that to her little sisters.

She felt nothing at all being separated from her family. Instead, she felt happy. For the first time, she went to school with a clear head and a vague smile on her face. She was glowing with a certain kind of freedom and relief and for that, Hanayama was happy, even if he didn’t expect things to get in that direction.

Winter break began soon after and the girl told him to do what students do and have fun doing whatever he wanted – And, unfortunately, he did just that – Only to realise the next day he had school and had done none of that homework, nor did he study for his upcoming exams and he felt quickly overwhelmed by the amount of work he was piled under.

That night, she was supposed to come over and help him out with studying and he realized… He was getting slightly nervous. This foreign feeling was bugging him, especially that he didn’t feel this way even before a tough fight, but this was completely different.

He talked previously with Kizaki, had him prepare everything, from a variety of foods to snacks and drinks and had him hype him up for that meeting.

Unfortunately for him, he was still a teenage boy, no matter how he tried to deny that, and sometimes, things didn’t go as planned. Not that he would ever allow it to be shown, clearly.

“Young Master, Miss Y/N has arrived.” Kaoru broke his pencil by mistake from surprise as he turned around in his chair to look at the girl entering the room. It was the first time he saw her in civilian clothes, and now, seeing her dressed so nicely, so elegantly, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She was so beautiful, with her long red hair cascading past her shoulders to gracefully, her emerald eyes sparkling with life and a gentle calm that he hasn’t seen before in her, the black jeans and black turtleneck showing off her figure so nicely and the way the golden accessories she was wearing made the whole look give off such a mature finesse… It wasn’t easy for him to keep composure. “Aren’t you going to greet your Senpai, Kaoru?” she gave him a teasing smile, raising her hand to her lips, a glint of playful mischief in her eyes. “Sorry. Hello, Senpai.” He got up from his chair and guided her to her chair next to him at the study desk. “Alright, tell me what’s the problem.” She spoke, sitting in the chair and turning to look at him. “… I haven’t done anything all the holiday and tomorrow morning I have to hand the homework in, and the next week we have exams.” He spoke, not meeting her eyes. “Pfff… Hehehehe… So you really are just a regular highschool student after all. How cute.” She leaned on the desk, barely able to stop herself from grinning teasingly at him. “Welp, you came to the right person. I have done everything by now already, so this should be easy peasy. Although… The workload is not light, we’ll be staying here the whole night without breaks, most likely.”  She smirked, extending her hand to get the book on top of the pile. “English? Nah, too easy, let’s get the big guns out and go to maths. Come on, Boss, show me how you count the shitload of money you get.” She then took out her own notebooks from the bag and opened the maths one, then took out Kaoru’s own Maths book and put it in the middle of them, going to the first problem. “Alright.” He visibly got a bit worried as he started reading the first question, the pen gripped stiffly in his hand. He copied down the long equation and stared down at it. And it stared back at him as he had no idea what to do. “You don’t know where to start, do you? I can understand why, it’s trailed over two lines of an A4 notebook. Okay, first, you have to know that, with these kinds of equations, you begin right in the middle of it, like you’re cutting a snake in two. You take it apart by calculating first what’s in the round brackets. Then, when there’s a single number left in all the round brackets, you turn the straight brackets into round ones and the accolades into straight brackets and continue calculating. When you’re done with those too, you turn the remaining straight brackets into round ones and finish them all. Does that make sense?” Y/N asked as she patiently explained all the basic maths concepts to him. “Yes.” He grunted, however, he copied down the equation half-way, only to stop as soon as he drew the first round bracket. “Are you not familiar with fractions and multiplications?” she asked, a bit shocked that he wasn’t used to such basic math as he shook his head. “Alright, hold on, let me do something for you.” She muttered as she ripped out a few pages and began writing down all the basic multiplications from 1 to 10, and then in reverse, the fractions, then went to write the powers of all the easy to remember numbers and put the sheets in front of him to follow easily as she took a pencil to show him each time where to look. With some guidance, and the help of his tutor when it came to more difficult calculus, he finally managed to get the first problem done.

A whole hour passed. Damn, was he ashamed of performing so poorly, especially in front of her, who has top marks.

“Hey, do you drink coffee?” she asked all of a sudden, and seeing the boy nod, she smiled at him. “Can I have one? Strong, but with some milk and lots of sugar. If we’re gonna be here all night, might as well be energized.” “Alright, I’ll tell Kizaki in a second.” As he got up to search for his comrade, Y/N took his pen and began quickly writing down and easily finishing some of the more complex problems there were, knowing it will be a huge hassle to explain, so she’d rather have everything prepared in advance and only then explain to him all the steps she took to reach the final answer, even though he may not get to do it again that night. After all, it really was a lot of homework and only about 12 hours to complete everything… If they don’t fall asleep, that is.

She didn’t realise how focused she was on completing the problems fast and correctly, blocking everything around her, that she didn’t even hear the door open or head Hanayama get back inside and speaking to her, until he put his hand on her shoulder, making her jump in her seat, squeaking in shock and the pen falling out of her hand.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” the boy asked, feeling guilty watching as the girl was panting and her eyes were still wide as if she was a frightened fawn. “No, no, you didn’t, you just startled me, it’s my fault. Anyway, here. I know it’s not really the best go-to method to learn, but if we’re being realistic, even if you know how to do everything, it will take more than 12 hours to finish everything, so let’s get you to understand the basic, have all the homework completed and when it comes to the more difficult stuff, I’ll do it and explain it to you another time. It’s all just time management. Is that alright?” she explained, getting in her seat and allowing him to take his own. “I understand. Thank you for your help.” He nodded in appreciation, sitting down in his seat and taking the pen. “Kizaki will be coming soon with the coffee.” “Wonderful! Okay, so, let’s go on with the next exercise, okay? Here’s how it goes…” and she began explaining the concept, helping him out along the way, guiding him and what not. They barely even noticed Kizaki’s presence as he arrived with the coffee – However, the man watched with a smile on his face as his Young Master was working so diligently and attentively along with this miss whom he called his Senpai and about whom he even asked for advice. Young love really is beautiful, pure and innocent, he thought, as he watched the two being glued together, with the girl being able to do something he was never able to – Get his Master relaxed while being so focused on his school work. That, in itself, was a huge feat, especially as it was his worst nightmare – Maths – And he got reminded of his mother, poor soul, not only a widow now, but also terminally ill, but in her prime, she was such a sweet and loving person, taking care of the Young Master so nicely.

There was only so much Kizaki and the rest of the loyal crew could do to give the Master the family, love and nurturing a child should have at his age – Because yes, most people, sometimes even he himself – Forget that the Young Master is merely 15 years old.

If only the Mistress knew he was struggling with a crush now, she’d be so happy and proud of her beloved son.

Hours passed, they finished Maths and went to English, and when they were done with that, they went to Chemistry and Physics. Kaoru was getting tired, but somehow, he still went on – But the same couldn’t be said about the girl who, much to his surprise, fell asleep in the weirdest, most uncomfortable position there was.  Her small legs were stretched over his lap, claiming she went completely numb from sitting so many hours on the chair, and her body was twisted, hovering over the desk, her elbow propped on the table as her head was leaning on her fist and her hair was covering most of her face, hence why Kaoru didn’t even realise she was asleep, save for her getting rather quiet all of a sudden.

He could only smile and brush her hair aside, allowing her to sleep. She deserved it very much, after all.

Hanayama continued on with the homework, only to be startled by a phone suddenly ringing. It must have been Y/N’s, he thought, as he watched the girl let out a yelp and fall to the ground before cursing, shocked at what happened. Only then, did she realise she fell asleep. Poor girl, he couldn’t help but chuckle at her.

Sighing, she pouted, dragging herself to her bag and took out the phone, slumping back in her chair and propping her feet up on Kaoru’s back rest, yawning and ruffling her hair. “Yeeees~?” she asked in a sleepy voice. “Y/N! I’m so glad you’re still awake, I was afraid I woke you up.” The voice of a girl came from the other end of the phone. “Ah… No, it’s fine, I wasn’t asleep. What’s the problem, Aki?” as soon as he heard the girl mention the other’s name, Kaoru stiffed a bit. “W-Well… You know… Valentine’s Day is approaching and, uhm… I kinda want to confess to someone. I don’t know what to do.” The other girl spoke in a shaky voice, trembling from emotion and embarrassment. “Do you know if he likes you, or is at least interested in you? Or you just like him from afar and you want to get his attention?” oh no, Hanayama thought, why was she talking about such things around him? It wasn’t good for him. Not only that, he could also hear what the other girl was saying. “No, I… I never really talked to him… B-But, Y/N, you’re always around him, you’re his Senpai, and, I-I mean… His the only man in the school that you respect, that means he’s a really great man, right? He’s also so strong and popular… You know…” the girl rambled on and on, only to be stopped by Y/N’s shocked gasp. “You want to confess to Hanayama?!” she was wide awake now, and unfortunately, so was he. Poor boy was so embarrassed by now. “Y-Yes…” Aki muttered softly. “Well, if you like him, go ahead and confess, or wait until Valentine’s to give him a box of chocolates and all that jist. He likes sweets, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.” Y/N smirked teasingly at Kaoru as he hung his head in shame. “Y/N, can you ask him if he likes me? I… I don’t really want to be rejected, you know.” the girl sighed pitifully. “I understand you, Aki, trust me, I do. Thing is, I am his Senpai, and that means I take care of him. I want to know if you really like him, or if you’re just in it for the popularity and stuff, like his other groupies.” Kaoru’s heart was beating so fast now watching the red head next to him smirk at him while also teasing the other girl so shamelessly. “W-Well… Listen, I gotta tell you something and you have to tell me if it’s true or not. I heard that Ayaka tried to confess to Hanayama-kun before.” Aki spoke, making Y/N slap her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. “Ayaka confessed to Hanayama?!” she gasped, making Kaoru hide his face with his hands. “Yes! Didn’t you hear that?!” Aki exclaimed immediately. “Not at all! Go on, tell me, how did it go?!” Y/N urged her friend to speak as she tried to pry away the hands from Kaoru’s face so she could tease him more. “Awful, she says! Can you believe it? She says that he accepted but… But then he… He asked if she knew what was going to happen if they are together, and she said yeah, of course, they were going to have sex at some point, right? I mean, about everyone in the highschool is hung over that thought, right?” Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes in mild annoyance at her friend. “Yeah, sure, of course Ayaka would think of that before anything else. That’s all she thinks about since she couldn’t get it on with Kazu some months ago. Anyway, go on, what happened next?” Y/N hurried the girl, shifting in a more comfortable position as she still tried to get him by the wrist. “But I was dating Kazu some months ago! … Gosh, that bitch, no wonder she said all those things about Hanayama-kun, she lost her chance and didn’t want others to try! You won’t believe what she said! She said Hanayama-kun pulled down his pants and… You know… Showed her his… His… You know!” at this point, Y/N’s hand left his own and instead, his eardrums kinda got ruptured by her loud laugh and wheezing. She was literally crying from laughter so hard that she started coughing. He has never seen her face being so expressive, in a positive manner. In a way, he liked it. In another way, he hated that he was the reason behind this laughter. “I don’t believe you, Aki! I don’t! Not even Ayaka is stupid enough to say something like that.” Y/N let down her head, dragging her hand down her face to calm herself down. “I’M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH! She said Hanayama-kun took off his pants to show her his dick and then asked her if she could handle it!” oh no. No. No. No. Kaoru wanted to hit his head so hard on the nearest wall that he’d fall unconscious on the ground and never wake up. Especially watching Y/N laugh like that, it was humiliating. Although… Maybe he should have gone smarter about rejecting that girl. He didn’t imagine anyone would be talking about this. He screwed up big time. “And? What did she say? Can she handle him?” Y/N was trying to hard to take deep breaths and calm down so she could talk again. “She said yes! She said… She said that women give birth, so they are capable of handling someone big too… Even if… Uhm… Even if they are… Hung like a horse… BUT THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID, NOT ME!” Aki yelled over the phone, panicked and embarrassed, but she had no idea that her words were being heard by the very boy she was gossiping about. “Akiiiii, you cured my depression. God, I’ve never laughed so hard in my life, I feel like I’m gonna die or something. Ahhh, I really wanna ask Kaoru about this now. You made my night, I swear, you did.” She laughed absent-minded over the phone, lightly hitting her forehead with the back of her hand as she looked at the ceiling. “Oh… Oh yeah, that’s good, you can find out if it’s true or not! But don’t tell him I told you that, okay?!” Aki desperately yelled at her friend who was much too euphoric. “Yeah, yeah, you know me, I know how to keep secrets. Anyway, Aki…” Y/N nudged the boy’s tight with her heel as she stretched out over his lap again so she’d get his attention. “Why else do you think he needs custom-made pants, huh?” okay, he was having a mental breakdown. Kaoru.exe stopped working, in need of rebooting. “Y/N!” Aki shouted her name, getting back her attention. “Listen, Ayaka also said they kissed! Do you think that was his first kiss? She said it was so bad, her lips was all bruised and busted! She said she looked as if she had a duck’s face!” “That sounds more like a punch than a kiss to me, Aki. Are you sure she just couldn’t handle being rejected for the first time and came up with some really weird-ass stories to tell others?” Y/N let out a deep exhale, finally calming down. “I thought so too! She must be so jealous! I’m surprised she hasn’t said anything bad about you yet, considering how the two of you are basically glued together. But, Y/N, here’s what she said. She said that she imagined Hanayama-kun sucking on her breast and pulling it out so much that it would sag like an old lady’s, and she got scared and ran away from him. Can you believe that?! That’s not even humanly possible!” at this point, Kaoru saw that Y/N wasn’t laughing anymore. Instead, she had sort of a sage look, nice, but also sort of nostalgic and melancholic. “Aki. Enough about those stories. Tell me what do YOU think. You said you want to ask Kaoru out. Tell me your opinion about him.” Was she… Defending him now? Looking out for him? “Well… I don’t really know. We’re not in the same class, but I see the way he behaves with you and with fragile things around the school. He took care of our gold fish fond so carefully, and even arranged most of the flowers in the vases at the festival. I saw him cut out delicate shapes from paper and even draw things nicely. And… He always puts his jackets over you when he thinks it’s cold, and walks you home, even though you’re the one with the sword always at you and you can very well protect yourself. He’s always so respectful with everyone, even those who bullied him before, and… And I think he’d be a really nice boyfriend, despite how scary and intimidating he may look at first glance.” The girl spoke so nicely of her kouhai that Y/N could help but look down with a sweet smile. “You are right, Aki. You are right. He would be the best boyfriend out there, so don’t listen to Ayaka’s stories, those would never happen. He would never do something so brash and rough to a woman. It’s just… You have to understand the risks of dating someone who has danger looming everywhere around him. It may not only affect you, but your dear ones as well. It’s not an easy life he lives, you know, and he’s barely 15 years old. Sucks, huh?” Y/N chuckled lightly, allowing a certain silence to take over. “You think I have a chance with him?” Aki managed to usher after a while. “I don’t know, Aki. I don’t know. Only he knows. What I can tell you is… If you really, really like him, and you’re certain of that, and you’re sure you want to confess on Valentine’s… Then, instead of buying a simple box of chocolates, bake him some chocolate and nuts cookies. Those are his favourites. And he appreciates things done manually by others, to the ones bought. I mean… Don’t we all?” she chuckled softly, waiting for the reply, as she shifted her gaze to her kouhai, who seemed to be looking at her, having a pensive look painted on his face. “I see… Thank you, Y/N. It’s always so nice talking to you. I’m always so embarrassed talking to mum about boys and stuff, but it’s much easier with you. You’re the best, class rep. Also… Sorry for calling you so late at night, even though we have classes tomorrow. Good night!” Aki said as she hung up, making the girl on the other end sigh and put down the phone on the table. “I really teased you a lot tonight, didn’t I? Sorry, you must have felt horrible.” She chuckled lightly as she smiled at the boy. “It’s… Fine. I deserved it. I did those things.” He confessed, in shame. “I know you Ayaka’s story is true.” Y/N admitted, surprising the boy. “Then why did you say it was a lie?” he asked, confused. “Did you want your reputation everywhere to turn from that strong and scary guy to the pervert who shows his dick to girls behind the school and is a terrible kisser?” she smiled at him, yet to him, it seemed also somewhat sad. “No.” he admitted, not shifting his gaze from her. “Aki was right. And I meant it when I said you would be a great boyfriend some day. I know you didn’t want to hurt Ayaka by doing what you did, but you felt like scaring her away would be the best way of not endangering anyone because of your dangerous life. However... You’re my kouhai and it wouldn’t sit right with me if people wouldn’t understand your true intentions. I know you, but they don’t. It’s not easy being on the hunt all the time, even though you look completely undefeatable. You are still just a 15 year old, at the end of the day, and you are human and have feelings like everyone else.” Completely different to how she smirked when teasing him previously, now she looked so gentle and tender. “… Thank you for understanding me.” His lips formed a straight, thin line as he nodded his head at her. “Stop thanking me already. You don’t have to. Really. I’m just taking care of you as your Senpai. I told you, you’re a nice person, you don’t deserve so many people thinking and talking badly of you, even though you say it doesn’t affect you, or you don’t care.” Her words seemed to have such an effect on him that he got up and pulled her into his chest, embracing  her as gentle as a little girl would huge her teddy bear. “It is how I feel and I will say it.”

They stood like that for just a little bit more, enjoying each other’s warmth and presence, feeling comfortable and safe, as peculiar as that sounded, and when they finally let go, they continued with his homework until early morning when, as Kizaki went to wake them up for school, only to see the girl cuddled up in his Young Master’s arms, leaning on his chest as they were both sleeping so nicely, he barely had the heart to wake them up.

But he couldn’t! He had to wake them up! His Young Master had to go to school! It’s his job as the Master’s caretaker!

He watched the two of them smile embarrassed, looking away from each other, only for the girl to pat his arm and leave so they could meet at school, as usual. His Young Master had a crush!

Since then, they met up a bit more often, and it helped with his exams as well, it made Kizaki so proud and Kaoru was happy about it. Then, the exam session finished, all was well, and then February came by and it was now Valentine’s Day, the day he’s been dreading ever since he heard that blasted phone call when he was studying with Y/N.

As expected, he found himself with tons of chocolate boxes, bought or prepared, on his desk, piling up like the skyscrapers in Tokyo, while on the other half of the day, girls went up to him to personally give him some chocolate, some of them even confessing their love for him. Ah, how awkward it was having to turn them all down… While also not pulling some silly thing like he did the first time.

He thought exam-days were long as hell, but this-…. This was hell.

When it was finally over, he was very happy, carrying all the boxes out of the school, only to be stopped by his Senpai as soon as he stepped out of the ground. She looked at him, scanning all the boxes and then chuckled teasingly.

“You have quite the admirers, Kaoru. You are such a heartbreaker.” She smiled, offering to help him out with all of those. “You can have them all if you want. I know you like chocolate.” He offered as the girl took some of the boxes and walked by his side. “No way. These are people’s feelings for you, I’m not going to take them away from you. Just don’t do the student-thing and binge-eat all of them tonight, it will make your stomach hurt.” She teased him lightly. “Then, are you going to help me out with them? Kizaki said he ordered too much food today.” Nice one, Kaoru, you did well today. You did well, he praised himself in his mind. “Hmm… Fine, okay, you got me, I was really craving some good, warm food.” It worked! Score for Hanayama!

It felt a bit awkward, being only the two of them, eating together, alone, on Valentine’s Day, but if Y/N felt nervous, she surely didn’t let it show. Instead, she tried to make conversation with him about whatever mundane thing she’d come up with on the spot, but, as usual, he wasn’t much of a talker. Damn it, Hanayama, you do a good thing and then you get too nervous to speak. That’s not the Yakuza way!

“Well, it’s getting late, I’m going home. Thanks for meal, it was really good. And thanks for sharing your bounty today with me.” She chuckled, getting up, heading towards the door. Hanayama, get up and stop her, idiot! “Y/N, wait!” he stopped her quickly, making her look away at him with questioning eyes. “Yes~?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. “I, uh… I will have Kizaki order a taxi for you.” Stupid, stupid, stupid! “Ah. No, it’s fine, I want to walk a bit. It’s surprisingly nice outside.” She smiled at him, watching him gulp. It made Kaoru feel as if she could read his mind, but she patiently waited until he got the courage to speak out. “Ah, yes, I almost forgot. It wouldn’t be Valentine’s Day without your Senpai giving you a little token of appreciation, right? I hope you like it.” She snapped her fingers in realization as she dug into her bag and handed a pretty, lavender box, painted with light-coloured flowers on the top. “Have a pleasant evening.” She threw him a rapid peace sign before leaving the room. “Young Master, miss Y/N left -… Ah, what do you have there?” Kizaki asked, sitting down next to him. “It’s… Valentine’s Day.” Kaoru muttered, tracing the beautiful painting on the box. She made this. He was certain she did. Why else would the flowers be white, blue and purple and the bow holding them together having his name written in Latin cursive. “It’s a very impressive painting, Young Master.” Kizaki admired it as well, urging him to take off the lid. “Are those…?” he gasped, impressed. “Chocolate and nut cookies.” Kaoru muttered, but his eyes seemed focused on something else, next to the cookies. It was a lavender handkerchief. He picked it up, and analysed the indented, soft material that had flowers delicately and meticulously embroidered into it, with his initials in the middle of the bottom, having golden swirls to the left and to the right of his name. “Is this… Embroidered by her?” Kizaki’s jaw dropped at how beautiful the handkerchief was, and how much thought she gave into it, all for his Young Mastered. If he felt touched, he could only imagine how Master Hanayama felt, as it was all being done for him. “She said she wanted to become a doctor and she took up embroidery to get dexterity at working with a needle.” Kaoru spoke, then realized that everything smelt of very fine, floral perfume. “She will become an excellent doctor in the future.” He smiled proudly, thinking of the girl and the shy smile she tried to hide as she left the room. “Young Master, what are you going to do for White Day, then? After so much effort she put into this, you can’t just go and buy something… But what can you do?” Kizaki was pondering out loud, only to see his master smiling. “I’ve got an idea.”

At school, they were told that a festival will be held at their school, to celebrate the blooming of the Cherry Blossoms, which seemed to excite most of the students – Except Kaoru, who merely smirked in triumph – He made this happen.

He saw Y/N once in a kimono, when she beautifully played the zither for him and his business associate when he needed her help, and now, he wanted to see her again this way.  Kaoru wasn’t one to paint or do something graceful like women do, however, he can play to his strengths, and that is to organize a nicely put together festival where he can be romantic, the same way his mother would tell him when he was little, and surprise her.

This time, he was going to ask her out. No more getting nervous. He is a man and will prove it.

Hanayama didn’t expect the fateful day to come by so quickly, but it did, and thankfully, the weather was so lovely – Just perfect.

He, too, was dressed in traditional clothes and he walked to the festival, feeling confident, looking around for the red head that stood out like a sore thumb wherever she went, but that colour truly suited her so beautifully. Kaoru spotted the girl rather easily, seeing as she was merely standing awkwardly in one spot, shifting from one foot to another and fiddling with her fingers, seeing as everyone had groups or a lover to enjoy the festival with, but she was left out of most of the groups. Yes, must be really uncomfortable, he thought as she watched her sigh, upset and started walking around the festival until he stopped to a mask stall and she bought one – A fox one – Perfect, she can hide her embarrassed face now and nobody will have a clue.

He looked at how beautiful she was, with that pink kimono he gifted her after doing him the Geisha-favour - Pink suited her so well - So soft and gentle on a girl whose heart was so loving, yet had to pretend none of that was true. The golden obi, made into a bow at the back made her look even more gracious and elegant than ever... And then, there was her hair - Styled so finely and effortlessly, yet perfect for her, but there was something missing. An accessory. He will have to solve that. 

That girl, looking like the most favoured Butterfly from the Gods, was going to be his girlfriend today. Hanayama Kaoru, the Young Master of the Yakuza, was going to ask her out today! Finally, Hanayama reached out to the girl, and whilst he couldn’t see her surprised expression, she could see the glee in her eyes as soon as she realized who it was. She took off the mask and put it to her waist, just next to her katana, and she walked side by side with him.

“Thanks for letting me keep the kimono. It’s very pretty.” She was the first one to speak. “I see you didn’t sell it as you said.” He pointed out, a smile on his face. “I… Didn’t really have the heart to do so. I’d rather starve for a day than sell it.” She shrugged nonchalantly as if it didn’t mean much. “It looks good on you. I’m glad you kept it.” Even though he was so tall, he could still noticed the way she subtly blushed, as her hair was held up in a beautiful bun, her face framed delicately by two swirly strands of hair. “Ah… Th-Thank you. You look nice yourself.” He heard her speaking, and it made his chest bubble with pride.

First, they went to get some dango and mochi, because of course, sweets first, then food is the way to go, then got some sushi and enjoyed a refreshing tea, and although they didn’t talk much, he could see she was constantly smiling – Even though it was a small, subtle one, it was still a smile that never vanished the whole day – And that made him happy.

As the day passed, evening came by and the enchanting lights of the festival coming from all the lanterns made everything more loveable, not to mention, the music made them feel as if they were in some story some of the bards tell about a beautiful princess and her strong prince.

They bought a few more things and they decided to go up the hill so they could watch the fireworks under the cherry blossom tree, but they also got two sparklers, floating lamps to launch and two small wood charms to put up in the tree. As they were heading towards the hill, Hanayama suddenly heard a small squeak and from instinct, he put his hands around the girl, making sure she doesn’t fall down as one of her sandal straps snapped.

“Ahh, honestly, why are sandals so cheap.” She chuckled, taking out her handkerchief to replace the strap, only for her to be stopped and lifted up bridal style, going on up the hill completely unbothered, making the girl look wide eyed at him, unsure of what to even say anymore. “Th-Thanks…” “I couldn’t let you walk like that.” He spoke simply, as silence took over them, seeing that she leaned on his shoulder so casually and the both of them tried not to blush.

He carefully placed her down at the base of the tree, from where they had perfect view of the sky that was going to be lit up with fireworks very soon – But, until then, they had to bet on sparklers! – The loser has to do something the winner says, such a basic, childish thing, he thought, and yet, he was really eager to do so.

Ah. But he lost. Damn. Well, her crystalline giggle was worth losing, so I guess that’s fine, he thought with a smile on his face. “Well, what do you want me to do, then?” “Oh. Right. I forgot.” She blinked, the lightbulb turning on inside her head. “I don’t know. I’ll think of something by the end of the day. Anyway, let’s write our charms and put them up, yes?” They did just that, writing each other’s names on the charms, under the pretext of being a Senpai-Kouhai well-wishing, then he put her up on her shoulder so she’d reach high and tie up both their lucky charms. “Good fortune, huh? I better be getting some money soon by the end of this school year, I want that scholarship.” She chuckled, dangling her feet back and forth so casually, liking the way they were right now.

But then, the firework show started and Y/N couldn’t help but be completely mesmerized by the beautiful display in front of her. Each time, more and more colours were painting the dark sky in intricate shapes, lighting up the place as if some God was setting down from the skies.

Taking a deep breath of courage, the girl hopped of Hanayama’s shoulder and raised her hand to pinch his sleeve and get his attention. “I know what I want.” She said, making him look at her – She had a serene smile on her face, her eyes sparkling in tandem with each firework popping out there, and suddenly the sky wasn’t so interesting anymore – Her happiness was. “I want you to kiss me, Kaoru.” She said, not shifting her gaze from the show. So bold! To think he’d use the trick he had up his sleeve against him! Hanayama clenched his jaw slightly, mustering up the courage to fulfill the request that he, himself, has been thinking about for so long – But before that, his hand went inside his pouch and took out a gorgeous, hair accessory that had flowers and small bows in three trails, hanging down her hair in different shades of pink – It was going so well with the kimono and with her hair that he couldn’t help but stare at her before finally, as her gentle, shy eyes peered into his, he put one of his hands on the back of her hair and leaned down to kiss her as tenderly as possible, afraid that she’d shatter like glass, while his other hand had his fingers intertwined with hers. He felt her soft hand caressing his face, his scars, so delicately that he thought it was a rose petal touching him.

As soon as they pulled apart, Kaoru saw how her eyes were gleaming with such a heartfelt bliss that he’s never experienced before, and the way she looked so kissed, her pink lips plump and glittering, made him want to kiss her more and more, completely forgetting about the firework show or anything else going on that day. He thought he was a good kisser, at least in theory, considering he can easily tie a cherry steam into a knot, but there was something she did to him without even trying, a certain kind of charm every time she’d graze her teeth on his bottom lip and smirk teasingly as she pulled on it, or the way her grip on his hand would tighten every time she’d pull him closer to her – Damn, she must have been a true Kitsune because she has him tightly wrapped around her finger.

By the end of the evening, the two had launched their lamp up into the sky and they admired how it floated and blended in with the rest of them, and when it was time to go home, he picked her up again, not wanting her to dirty her socks, and walked her right in front of the door, where she kissed his cheek and wished him goodnight.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at school. Thank you for this evening. Good night.” She wished him, only to be stopped by the boy who stopped her to gift her a box of chocolates that he, himself, with the guiding of Kizaki, made, and kissing her forehead, he wished her sweet dreams and left for his own home.

Yes, he did it! Kizaki will be so proud when he hears this. Master Hanayama strikes again!

And it was wonderful for the two, for as little as it lasted, because the school year ended barely 2 weeks later, and since then, nobody heard anything from Hanayama Kaoru, except for the stuff heard in the underground. He stopped going to school altogether and the sole time Y/N tried to go by his home and see if he was okay, she was denied entry. He didn’t want to see her. Simple as that.

Fine, she thought, angry at her stupid kouhai. If that’s how he wants to play, then be that way.

For the next 5 years, she went on with her daily life of studying and getting into Med school, the way she’s always dreamt of, and was unbothered by anything else going in life – She was doing perfectly fine without anyone to rely on but herself.

That is, until she had an unexpected person stepping in this city and it was her sole chance of getting revenge – Y/N stepped on her pride and, dressing up the same as she did during the highscool festival, she went to the Hanayama office, walked past the guards and Kizaki, completely ignoring and pushing them away, disregarding anything the poor man begged, remembering her, and she mockingly knocked on the boss’s door, entering and glaring at him as his legs were up on the table, sprawled, like the big boss he was.

“Yo. Remember me?” she crossed her arms to her chest, looking down at him. “…Y/N?” he gasped in shock, not believing his eyes at seeing her again after so many years. The shock dispersed quickly, however, and it was replaced ultimately by guilt. “Ah. So you remember me. How quaint. I was your Senpai and even to this day, you still show me such disrespect. It’s a pity that I need a favour from you, otherwise I wouldn’t have wanted to see you again after what you did.” She tsked, looking away in anger. Kaoru got up, stepping towards her, only to see her stepping back. “Y/N, I apologise, I –“ he tried, but got quickly cut off. “I don’t care. If it mattered to you, you had 5 years to apologise. You didn’t. It shows how much you cared about me. Anyway, just hear me out, fulfill my request and then we’ll never have to see each other again. I think that’s fair. Don’t worry, I have enough money to pay you for this, and also give you the money that you gave to me back then.” She huffed, not wanting to look at him. His little butterfly, so beautiful, was now filled with so much anger and negative emotions, and all because of him. He was the reason his beloved had to suffer so much, and he hated it almost as much as she did. “I was being targeted by very powerful men, and Hanma Yujiro-“ he tried to explain himself, but he knew it wasn’t going to work this way. He screwed up in the worst way possible. “I want you to kill someone for me. You’re the only one I know who would do it and be able to succeed it. The picture, name and info are here, the card with the money and the code are here. Just do it. In fact, I’d say you don’t have the right to refuse either way.” She frowned at him, watching as she looked at the information and picture given. “This is your father.” He spoke, realizing how much they looked alike. “So? Got a problem?” she scoffed, sneering a bit. “I will not kill the last family you have living.” This angered the girl who, in a fit of rage, stomped in front of him and grabbed him by his blazer, trying to shake him, even though it didn’t work. “Are you stupid? Are you fucking stupid? That man did so much bad to me, and you can’t even do something as simple as killing him? Really? Do you hate me that much?” she looked up at him, and his eyes were as passive and sharp as always. “I refuse to do your request. I wish to reconcile with you and explain to you’re the reason for my sudden disappearance and refusing to associate with you, however, I will not kill your relative.” He put his hands on her shoulders, pulling her back at arm’s length. “I missed you, Y/N. Don’t leave.” He spoke, a bit more tender now. “…I fucking hate you. If you ever dare show yourself in front of me, I will kill you.” And with that, she slammed the door close behind her, and went on to look for that damn person she hated so much.

Kaoru.. What an idiot. Now 20 years old, his body grew significantly bigger and stronger, but his brain is still as stupid as before. What a pain. Even more of a pain was what she soon felt on the back of her head when walking through the park, and her vision got blacker than the night outside, and with the last bit of consciousness she gripped on, she felt herself being propped back on a tree. Or something.

When she came to, everything around her was still dizzy, but the loud noises were giving her a head ache as two huge ghosts seemed to be dancing around each other without stop – Ghosts that ended up being, in fact, Kaoru himself fighting, full strength, full Yakuza mode, against some big ass man with a creepy smile on his face. Heck, she felt a lump in her throat out of fear, not only for herself,  but for Kaoru as well, as it seemed that he was thrown to the ground with no way of getting up.

Getting up, she quickly took off her sandals, cursing that she was caught outside in a situation like this in traditional clothes, but she had to do something, and she rushed towards the enemy, cutting deep slashes into his back. “Ahaha, would you look at that, Hanayama, your little girlfriend woke up and is trying to defend you! Damn, what a woman!” the man mockingly laughed as he rushed to attack her, but she managed to parry every blow with her sword, only for the last hit to be so powerful that she got sent flying away. “Y/N!” she heard her name being called out, only to find herself being held up again by the neck of her kimono and slammed into the ground painfully. Damn jerk… Y/N thought, spitting some blood on the ground, watching with hazy eyes as that dumbass went to try to kill Kaoru, taking out some bullets from his pants, it seemed – He was going to make them explode in his mouth – Y/N realized as she went to strike one last time, managing to cut off his hand when he wasn’t paying attention to her, and thus, slicing through the bullets, rendering them useless. “Kaoru, now!” she yelled at him as he, with the strength of a a dinosaur, completely pulverized that creepy man and threw dragged him to the police where they could properly take care of him. Maybe. A monster like that can hardly be detained, really.

“What the hell was that anyway.” She muttered, wiping the blood away with the sleeve of her kimono. “That… Was the reason I didn’t want you associated with me anymore. He’s one of the 5 death row convicts that we are supposed to be defeating. As you can see, their strength is not one an ordinary human possesses. The fact that we’re alive is a huge feat in itself.” Hanayama explained, trying to wipe away the dirt and blood from his own face, as his glasses were already long gone and probably broken by now. “If you wanted to protect me, you should have told me the truth. What you did to me is the same as what you did to Ayaka 5 years ago. You think I didn’t know why you cut off all ties all of a sudden, even though you promised you’ll continue studying at that highschool for the complete duration of it? I’m not stupid, but I’m not tolerant either. You were stupid, and you are stupid even now. You really think I’ll forgive you for breaking my heart and abandoning me?” she sneered at him, only for him to realise what she said and smile tenderly at her, planting a kiss on the top of her head. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I wasn’t fair to you. I was so scared that you might get targeted that I didn’t think rationally and tried to protect you. I had to fight Hanma Yujiro, the strongest creature alive, at least 2 or 3 times, and each time, I lost. I watched his kill his own wife in front of his son, and take out all of us with such ease. This man attacked my friend, Baki, when he was on a date with his girlfriend. It made me realise that, should that have been the two of us, I don’t think there would have been anyone else to take that fight from me while I take care of you. I couldn’t live with the idea of allowing you to get hurt. And yet, you still got kidnapped and used as bait to lure me out and kill me.” The man explained his grievances to the girl who merely sighed loudly as she took out her handkerchief and put her hand on his face, dragging him down to her level to clean him up. “You’re a damned idiot, that’s what you are. I don’t want to hear it. You’re going to pretend I don’t exist tomorrow anyway. What’s the point in explaining this to me anyway?” she muttered, taking her hands off of him and stepping back, turning away. “I’m going to kill my father with my own hands. And I won’t see you again. That’s the truth of it. You made it so. That’s your fault.” She went on to walk away, but was ultimately stopped by the man calling out her name. “I will do it.” Y/N’s eyes widened at his words, turning around to face him as if struck by lightning. “I will kill him. But I accept no other payment but your forgiveness. How is that for a deal?” he asked, watching the shock dancing in her eyes, her mouth slightly agape as she tried to process something to say. “You better keep your end of the promise.” She scoffed, looking away, a bit flustered, Kaoru noticed immediately. She hasn’t changed one bit. “The same goes for you as well.” He smirked at her, watching as she began walking towards her home.

Not even a week passed, and Hanayama sent word for Y/N to meet up with him at the café so they could discuss the deal with her father’s death. As always, he knew just what to order, much to her surprise and joy. They stood that way in silence for just a bit more, as she didn’t want to talk, still pissed at him, however, the curiosity was eating away at her soul, so, once again, she had to be the first to talk. Or, so she thought, that is. “I killed him.” He replied to her question before she even put it. Her eyes widened slightly as his words, only to clear her throat. “Do you have any proof except that idea of trusting you? Because I don’t.” this, in turn, made him shocked, unsure of how to answer. “I wasn’t aware I had to bring you proof. I am sorry.” He answered her. “Then, any last words? Anything addressed to me?” she peered further. “No, nothing.” There. She caught him right in the lie. “If you want to lie to me, then learn to lie better, although, I’d advise you not to even try. I always know when you’re lying. My sword-fighting experience, the techniques, the samurai bloodline – Everything comes to him. Since I was little, he chose to teach me. I was his favourite child, and in turn, I loved him more than any of my relatives. He promised to take me with him and we would travel the world and perfect our fighting style, even though it should only be used for protecting our dear ones. And yet… He left without me, and with him gone, my life became a nightmare. My mother’s mental went aray and everything fell into chaos. It was my fault the bread-winner left, therefore it was obvious that it was me who had to make up for the loss. Honestly, if I were him, I’d have left that shit show too, but he should have taken me with him. That’s why, he deserves to die, for putting me through all that hell.” She explained as she got up, her hand gripping her sword. “You didn’t hold your end of the deal, yet you expect me to hold mine. Unfair, as always. “ “I met with him. Told him the reason for searching for him. He gave a time and place for a meeting. I will not kill him, but I can give you the opportunity to choose whether or not you want to fight him. He is your father, after all.” He gripped her wrist, not letting her go. “It is today.” “Fine. Bring me there.” She grumbled, letting him guide her to whatever place there was.

An old, abandoned warehouse in the middle of the forest, but there was nobody there. Y/N waited there, sitting down and waiting, from dusk to down, but nobody came. It was the same as back then. She hated it. Why was she always being the one abandoned by everyone? It’s not fair. It really is not fair at all.

She got up from the spot and walked out of the warehouse, looking up at the starry sky, unable to be angry or upset. She was just… Disappointed. “I’m all alone. As always.” She spoke to herself, not realizing that Kaoru had been waiting there the whole time. “Not anymore.” He said, walking besides her and pulling her to his chest. “Let’s go home.” “… Home…?” she asked, confused. “Or you’d rather go out to eat before that?” he asked, smiling at her. “You’re insane.” She muttered, looking up at him. “I want pizza and cake.” Her whole demeanour changed all of a sudden to the one 5 years ago, when they were together. It was her real self. “Sure. I know a nice place for that.” He declared, pushing her backwards a bit, to get a better look at her. “Say… Did you really talk to him, or did you trick me? And don’t try to lie again, I can see right through you.” She asked, looking him in the eyes to detect any line of lying. “…Yes, I did. I intended to fight him, but he chose to talk. He confessed that, to provide for your family, he needed to get money from loan sharks and other bad guys, and since he wasn’t able to pay them back, he had to be on the run, that’s why he couldn’t endanger you with that. And then, when he was able to kill them, he would return to Japan and take you away from there… But that’s when he got diagnosed with a terminal disease. He’d rather you think he abandoned you, than have you go through so much danger and loss, he said. He looked awful, hence why he didn’t have the courage to see you today. He gave me this. It’s for you.” From his pocket, he took out a small pouch – It was embellished and embroidered really nicely. “Ah… I see… This pouch… I remember it.” She muttered, taking it in her hands. “My mother did this for him when he began courting her. When he was fighting, he was afraid he’d destroy his wedding ring… So he preciously kept it here, as his most prized possession. This is his way of blessing you. As my boyfriend.” She took out the ring that sparkles so beautifully on the silver necklace chain and held it in her hand as if it was a small cloud. “That jerk. He always knew what to do when it came to me. Gosh, how I hate him.” Despite saying that, she smiled and shook her head, holding the ring in a tight grip to her chest, before taking a hold of Kaoru’s hand and putting the ring in his hand, before closing his fist and then walking away. “It’s the last chance I’m giving you. Don’t screw it up again, okay?” “I won’t even dream of it.” With a chuckle, he went to walk by her side before sneaking her arm around her waist and dipping her down into a deep, passionate kiss, as a way to seal that fateful promise. “Maybe I did a good job 5 years ago, after all.” The teasing smirk she gave him was the same as back then, he remembered it all too well. It only made him want to kiss her even more. No matter what she wore, how she looked, the way she’d do her make up or what accessories she’d put on, she only needed to smile at him, and she’d put to shame any other woman, his heart beating faster than ever - What a beautiful butterfly he was dating, and this time, he was never letting go of her ever again.

And so, he kissed her one more time.

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[nanaminokanojo]

Surrender

CHARACTERS: Suna Rintaro X You CHAPTER COUNT: 1/1 WORD COUNT: 2,300+ GENRE: angst | aged up | friends with benefits | smut TRIGGER WARNING: suggestive/strong language/profanity | mentions of toxic behavior/relationship, possessiveness, jealousy | smut (fingering) MINORS DNI | mentions of violence and blood SPOILERS: n/a

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"Did you honestly think I would let you off the hook?" Suna rasped against your lips, robbing you of your breath. "How many times am I going to tell you that you belong to me? How many times am I going to have to prove it?"

You would have rolled your eyes at him if he wasn't driving you crazy with his kisses. It was just like Suna Rintaro to be possessive and jealous where you were concerned while also ignoring you like he didn't know you prior to his tantrums. He always says he doesn't like it when others touch what is supposedly his, but you weren't even in an exclusive relationship.

He was rough in his movements, nipping and biting at your lips while he tasted the warm cavern of your mouth with his tongue, uncaring of your pained groans whenever he bit down a bit too hard. His hands grabbed at wherever he could reach, covering your clothed breasts as he squished you on the inclined seat of the passenger side of his car.

He had pretty much dragged you out of the club while you were out having fun with your girlfriends after plucking you so unceremoniously from the arms of this guy you were dancing with. Suna stared the poor guy down vehemently as if he was looking at a revolting bug that the latter just froze and couldn't do anything as he walked away with you in tow, fingers biting onto the skin of your wrist.

Suna then demanded for you to get into the car and drove you to a secluded area of the lake outside the city limits which led to your current state, making out roughly in the dark. While you weren't exactly docile and would put up a fight when being confronted by his domineering behavior, once he touches you, you're putty in his hands.

And yet you wanted to make him angrier. You wanted to retaliate by denying him for the reason that he couldn't make up his mind, always hot and cold where your so-called bond was concerned. Sure, you started hooking up randomly without strings attached, but you felt the need to demand commitment from him when he was the first one to act as if he owned you or he could leave you alone for good.

It all started with this testosterone-fueled jabber he got into with Miya Atsumu during your high school reunion saying they'd rather "play the field" and made themselves look like bigger persons than they really were by preaching that getting into a steady relationship is for wimps who have co-dependency problems.

Suna went on to say, "I'd rather have a fuck buddy than a girlfriend," and proceeded to propose the idea to you. Honestly, you cared a lot about him (and Atsumu, too), enough not to shoot them down when you knew exactly what cry-babies the two of them were and how they get when they actually find someone to be whipped about. But maybe you shouldn't talk when you were just like them, jumping into the whole idea of casually hooking up with Suna without thinking too much about it.

You agreed, convinced that you would get out of it scot-free, thinking that he's the one who will be at the losing end when things don't work out as they should. That was a lie, however. Typical. The only difference was that you were actually emotionally healthy enough to consider the possibility of being in love and having a committed relationship should the conditions meet propriety.

And when Suna started showing signs that he wanted just that, you weren't scared to reciprocate. He wasn't exactly hard to love. He had his flaws but he's sensitive enough, most of the time anyway, and he started showing affection that went way beyond just being fuck buddies. You confronted him about it, wanting to get out as soon as you can should the situation prove to be more complicated than it should be, and knowing him, he would make things difficult.

The bastard actually had the audacity to accuse you of being the one who was catching feelings for him when in truth, that was his problem. He kept projecting, saying he didn't believe in things like romance or anything remotely close to it, but his actions spoke louder than words, acting all clingy and distraught every single time you would refuse to hang around him after you've done the deed, throwing a fit of temper and bombarding you with calls and messages whenever you shoot his requests for you to stay the night.

He would push you away saying he didn't feel that way about you then crawl back to you like an addict looking for his next fix. Problem was, according to him, he can't seem to fill that need with a stranger because there was no emotional connection at all. So what the hell does that even mean? An even bigger issue was that, every single time you decide to move one from him, he comes swooping back being like those goddamn seagulls in “Finding Nemo” saying, "Mine, mine, mine."

Distancing himself a fraction, his sharp eyes raked down your body, particularly the short dress you were clad in. "Trying to seduce some random dude now, are you darling?" he spat through gritted teeth, about to pull it down from your chest when you swatted at his hand.

"Why does it matter anyway, Rin?" you hissed, pushing him off you. "You're always so contrary. You say one thing and do another. Didn't you just tell me to fuck off last week? I'm so tired of you pushing and pulling me like this. I'm not your fucking toy!"

Taken aback, he sat up straight, looking at you as if he was doused with a bucket of ice water. Oh, yes. He wasn't used to you fighting him off and asserting yourself. You relished his disconcerted state.

"I..." He looked away from you, suddenly fidgeting with his fingers, but that was momentary as his expressions turned into that of indignation, for what, you didn't know. "What the hell are you on about?" he demanded as if he wasn't aware of your predicament.

"Drive me home now," you told him, "Or leave me here. Whatever. I can manage." You motioned to open the door, but he stopped you, grabbing your arm, and in a swift sequence of movements, he had you pinned on your seat again, climbing over you and caging you in place.

Your next instinct was to swing your hand at him, striking him on the left cheek, the sound resounding in the small space between. You breathed deeply as you stared at his averted face, a menacing smirk adorning his usually placid countenance, licking over the blood that sprung from his split lower lip.

The moment you saw the vermillion liquid bead over the small wound you caused, you felt an animalistic urge to taste it on your tongue, see more of it, make him bleed even more...convince yourself that Suna Rintaro is just another human who has weaknesses after getting so used to seeing him as something beyond that, a god who had full control of you.

Ah, you thought. This is where we find common ground. You actually started caring too much, too, seeing his vulnerable side, and you wanted nothing but to take care of him if he would just let you.

In the next moment, you were pulling him towards you, crashing your mouth onto his and licking the seam between his lips, the metallic taste of his blood tainting your tongue and pushing you in a frenzy of coveting him as much as you can. Suna's attempts to take hold of the reins spurred you on and heightened your urge to dominate him for a change.

He chuckled. "I thought you wanted to go home."

"Shut the fuck up," you muttered, clawing at his shirt and removing it. You wanted to see him, feel the warmth of his flesh, hear the heavy thump of his heart and feel it with your hands. You wanted it, his heart, just like he took yours.

He did the same, finally pushing your dress down and latching his mouth onto one of them, tugging and sucking with his sensuous mouth, hands traveling between your thighs. He frantically hooked his fingers on the thong you wore under your dress, savagely tearing it off you. Suna started teasing your folds, grinning evilly at you.

"You tell me you don't want this but your body says otherwise," he told you as he inserted a finger into your cunt without preamble, making you gasp and whimper. "Now what does that say, sweetheart?"

You closed your eyes, breath becoming erratic as he added another finger, pumping them in a quick pace while he watched every nuance in your expression. He loved the erotic look on your face as you tried to chase your high.

"I told you and I will tell you again. You are mine, Y/N."

"R-rin..." you moaned his name, meeting the movements of his hand which pushed you little by little towards your high, but just as you were tipping off the edge, he pulled his hand away. Your eyes flew open, but before you could protest, he stuffed his fingers into your mouth and in a single move, nudged your legs open as he positioned himself between them.

"Say you want it," he stated firmly, undoing his belt. "Beg for me."

You glared up at him, your eyes watering against your will, pulling his hand away. "How about you beg this time, Rin?” you spat, repeatedly hitting him everywhere you could reach, legs kicking about in the confined space. All the while, he did not do anything to stop you, did not even make any attempt to shield himself as if in silent resignation and acceptance to everything you had to say. “How much more do you want until you let me get off my knees? Should I prostrate myself before you just so you would realize that I will never hurt you? Why do I have to beg? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

You've had it with his unwillingness to commit when he was so committed to torment and possess you. He can make a goddamn career out of it if he wanted to, so why not just get it done and over with, take it a step further. At least then, he would actually have the right to demand things from you. He wants you to stay and was afraid you would end up with somebody else, or so he told you when he's drunk. You didn't even know what's true anymore.

Your tears finally fell down your cheeks, and through your blurred vision, you saw his expressions melt into that of concern. It wasn't long before you felt the warm pads of his thumbs wiping away your tears, his nose nuzzling yours.

"Please don't cry." He started peppering your cheeks with fleeting kisses. "I can't stand it when you do."

You cupped his face. "Then give in to me, Rintaro. Stop dragging me around like this. Make up your fucking mind!"

He laughed quietly, the sound slicing through the darkness. "You don't get it, do you? I've never looked at you as anything lesser than what you are."

"So what's stopping you?"

He shrugged. "I'm bad for you."

Finally, you rolled your eyes at him. "You can't decide on that, Rin, and frankly, I don't care."

Suna blinked at you, tilting his head, the conflicting thoughts evident in his eyes.

"Look, if you want me just say so already. All you have to do is ask." You clutched at your head, wanting to pull your hair out. "Jesus, Rin, do I have to spell everything out for you?"

Silence.

"I love you."

"What..." Those three words seemed to have helped him find resolve, shifting upwards and supporting his weight on his arms on either side of your head. His bright orbs bore into you, brows knit together as he said, "A-are you sure?"

"Yes."

"...because I don't have any intention to turn back once you decide. You're not going anywhere, and I mean ever. You can cry and go as violent as you want after this, but I will never give in. I'm leaving it to you."

"Did I stutter?"

"Y/N, damn it, I'm serious –"

You burst out laughing as more tears fell from your eyes from utter exasperation. "You think I'm not? What now? You think I'm just playing you? You're fair game? Give yourself a little credit, idiot."

Suna swallowed hard, seemingly unable to believe what you were saying. "You –"

You rendered him speechless for the second time by seizing his lips with yours, this time kissing him as tenderly as you could, reaching in to his fragile heart by breaking through his defenses.

"Guess what," you breathed out when you pulled away and saw the dazed look about his face. You've kissed him a hundred times, but he appeared as if you did so for the first time, beaming at you like an oaf.

"What?" he slurred, trying to compose himself.

"You're mine, too."

It was his turn to roll his eyes at you, except he was fighting a smile. "Shut up." He straightened up and wore his shirt again before setting your seat upright.

"What are you doing?" you asked, confused at his sudden change of course. You found yourself fixing your dress as well. This is it. He could either make it or break it out now.

He put your seatbelt on and pressed his lips on your temple, lingering a bit to smell your hair, smiling into the action. "I’m taking you home...”

“Oh, okay.”

He sighed, straightening up. “With me. For good.”

You nodded as his words sank in, wondering how you managed to be as calm as you were with the cocktail of emotions running amok inside you, the most prevalent out of all of them being relief.

“I need to make love to you properly." He started the engine and with a smug grin towards you said, "Prepare yourself."

-end-

Just noticed I kept writing angst and toxic stuff... I thought I'd give toxic!Suna a go, so here we are. Hope you like it :)

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

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[its-nebula]

Don’t Touch Him

PreGame Kokichi x Delinquent Reader

Well, it wasn’t like you weren’t used to being by your lonesome. It was pretty much just like any regular day. Still, you couldn’t help but wish just once that you could talk to him, maybe even tell him your feelings. Alas, you knew it could only be a fantasy of yours for now. Why?

Well, for starters, Kokichi actually went to class when he was supposed to. Even now, you were standing behind the school, thinking about how you couldn’t even muster up the courage to tell the object of your affections how you simply felt about him. There was an irony to it, really. Everyone assumed that you were one of the toughest people in the school, but you felt like such a wimp, such a coward even.

Still, you had an appearance to keep up. You knew that you would probably scare him off, if you ever tried to confess, so all the more reasons to stay quiet. Eventually, you would probably have to stop coming to school completely and making a fool out of yourself. Every time the two of you crossed paths, you found yourself very giggly and blushy, barely able to form coherent sentences -- not ideal.

Looking at the time, you groaned at the fact that time seemed to be moving so slowly, so you decided to take just a small stroll. Walking back into the building, you lazily looked at the decor, deciding it was all just so boring.

"...and you're just worthless! No wonder your family all left you." You heard a female voice from around the corner. Whoever they were, they sounded angry. 

“I-I didn’t mean to! It was supposed to be funny!” You recognized that voice from anywhere. Kokichi?! You peeked your head around the corner, seeing Kokichi’s panicked face and a pale girl who was covered head to toe in glitter. 

“I bet it’ll be funny to see you on the ground.” She hissed, and punched him in the face without warning. You audibly gasped, covering your mouth and ducking behind the wall. Anger bubbled within you, ready to rise up to the surface. The girl in question looked your way, but seeing nobody, she kicked him in the shin and walked away quickly. Kokichi groaned in pain, rubbing his cheek. 

You felt bad for not interfering, but the girl would get what she deserved. This wouldn’t be the first time a situation like this had come up. Just a couple weeks ago, you had to deal with Rantaro Amami for yelling at Kokichi for dyeing his hair dark red. Rantaro didn’t come near him again.

 Turning around, you made your way around the school to the bathroom, where you assumed she was going to wash herself off. You waited outside for her once you heard the water running inside, and as soon as the door opened, you attacked.

You recognized the girl as Maki Harukawa, who had a reputation for being a little mean, but none of that mattered to you now. You growled as you clenched your fists after you pushed her to the ground. 

“What gives you the right to go pushing people around?” You yelled. She tried to retaliate by getting up, but you put a foot on her chest. “Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size, you bitch?”

“He... glitter bombed....me...” She protested, trying to move your foot off her. You pressed it down harder. “Leave me alone, you- you freak!” 

“Leave. Kokichi. Alone.” You snapped. You moved your foot off of her, allowing her to stand up and dust herself off angrily. “Or else, I’ll-” She punched you in your nose, taking you by surprise. 

“I don’t care how tough you are. Don’t touch me.”

Oh, that fucking does it. Yelling, you lunged at her, tackling her to the ground. You punched her in the face repeatedly, as she tried to reach up and go for your throat.

The school bell rang loudly through the halls. Shit.

Quickly scrambling to get off her, you delivered one final kick to her side, and took off. You weaved through the crowd of people, trying to blend in. It was a little difficult, seeing as how people always got out of your way when you were coming, but you managed to get away without any staff finding you. It was a quiet room of the school that you were sure only you knew how to get access to.

Breathlessly, you leaned against the wall, not even paying attention to the blood dribbling out of your nose. Closing your eyes, you sighed. You knew as soon as Maki revealed what happened you were sure to be expelled.

“Are...you okay?”

You jumped as you heard a voice in front of you, opening your eyes. You saw a small figure in front of you, holding an ice-pack to his cheek. He was looking at you very meekly, but he looked very concerned.

“You’re bleeding...”

The voice was unmistakable as Kokichi Oma, and your face started to flush. 

“I-I-I, u-uh, y-yeah!”

“Are you sure, S/O?”

“I’m, uh...excuse me.” You rushed past him as you exited the room out of nervousness. Letting out the breath you’d sucked in, you began walking to your usual outside spot, but you ran straight into the chest of a very stern headmaster. He glared at you with his arms crossed, tapping his foot.

You, however, pretended you were very happy to see him. “Headmaster. Headmaster! How have you been, how’s the wife?!” You laughed, but he only kept his frown. 

“S/O, I told you after Rantaro that I would give you one last chance to turn yourself around.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Like that was ever gonna happen. But-”

“Not only have you been skipping most of your classes, but you’ve brutally beaten up yet another student. I’m sure you know what this means. I’m sorry, there’s nothing else I can do.”

There was silence between the two of you. You turned your back towards him, tight-lipped. 

“I’m sure there’s still good in you somewhere, S/O. You’ll find it somewhere, someday.”

“...Goodbye.”

You hastily walked to the outside area, in the back of the school. Going to your usual spot, you stood there, staring up at the large building. You’d probably never get the chance to interact with Kokichi again, but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. He deserved someone who was less difficult, less dangerous.

“HEY! S/O!” Great, now what? Pursing your lips, you turned to the side, only to be met face-to-face with Kaito Momota. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, beating the shit out of my friends?”

You hummed in response, not wanting to give him the time of day. He put his hand on your shoulder, harshly forcing you to turn around to face him. “All because of some weird little dude nobody even likes, huh? Well, I’m going to beat the crap out of you, and I’m going to beat that little jokester next!”

You blocked his incoming punch, twisting his arm instead. You weren’t in school anymore, so what was the point of going easy? He yelled out, kneeling in pain. While he was kneeling, you took the opportunity to kick him in the chest, calling him to fall down hard. As you were about to kick him again, he grabbed your leg, causing you to trip.

Once he was on top of you, he started to punch you in your face, just as you’d done to Maki. With all your strength, you pushed him off you, quickly getting up. You kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine, multiple times. 

You didn’t even notice that you drew a crowd, temporarily distracted by the whoops and howls of the spectators. He took the opportunity to punch you in your jaw, getting you with an uppercut. You started to get dizzy, starting to see stars and multiple Kaitos in front of you. 

“This...is for... him....” You managed to mutter out before you delivered one final push to Kaito, then losing the energy to continue further. You prepared for Kaito to make one final blow, but you heard the voice that seemed to be following you.

“STOP! T-This is all my fault! You don’t want her!” You saw Kokichi’s black uniform standing in front of you. Your eyes widened. Was he dumb? Kaito was absolutely going to crush him into a pulp if he didn’t move!

“Ko...kich...i...?” You wondered out loud. How embarrassing, he had to see you in this vulnerable state. You were supposed to be the one protecting him, but...

...

When you woke up, you were still behind the school. It was quieter than what you remembered, and the sun wasn’t in the same place. How long were you gone...? And then you remembered everything, especially how Kokichi jumped in front of you. You tried to get up, but your head was throbbing. Your hand made its way to the top of your forehead, and you felt...bandages? You heard footsteps walking towards you, and they suddenly stopped.

“S/O! You’re awake?” Kokichi ran towards you, and gently knelt beside you. You blushed profusely. “That fight...it looked pretty bad.” You noticed the bruise that’d developed on his cheek, and you reached up to touch it.

“You’re hurt... you shouldn’t have done that, you know.” You warned him.

“I had to.” He looked away shyly. “I heard the rumors of the school, that you only fought Kaito because you wanted to defend my name. You didn’t have to do that. Besides, you’re way more hurt than I am.”

“I would do anything for a friend.” You winced as you said that. You continued, “Why aren’t you scared of me already? I got expelled today, Kokichi. I’m dangerous, you’re much better off-”

“Why’d you do it? Why’d you have to get yourself expelled?”

You took a deep breath. There was nothing else to lose. “I care about you, Kokichi. Those people have no right to be hurting you like they want to..”

“S/O, I care about you too, but you don’t have to go around doing dumb things because of my dumb pranks!”

“...Well...maybe I...like you...” You trailed off, embarrassed that you even said it. 

“You...do? What?” His eyes widened. “S-Since when? Why do you always run away from me?”

“I thought you would be more afraid of me if I ever interacted with you too much. Besides, you deserve better than this.”

“That’s not for you to decide.” He placed a soft kiss upon your lips. You kissed back instantly, smiling within the moment. Once he pulled away, he gave you a small smile. “Thank you for protecting me S/O... I know I don’t look like much, but please, allow me to do the same for you as well.”

You smiled back at him. “I’ll try, Kokichi.”

“Thank you.”

#kokichi oma #kokichi x reader #imagine #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #kokichi ouma

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Shuu Ecstasy [Prologue]

ー The scene starts in the guest room

Yui: How was it, Shuu-san?

Shuu: No luck. They’ve got Familiars keeping an eye on us everywhere.

On top of that, there’s Wolves wandering around outside. If we recklessly try and make a run for it, we’ll end up as their prey in no time.

Yui: ...I see.

( ーー Some time has passed since we were brought here to Banmaden. )

( Although we haven’t been restrained and were granted permission to walk around within the manor as we wish...As long as we’re put under strict supervision, this feels no different from house arrest. )

( On top of that... )

Shuu: I’d rather not spend too long at this place though...

Yui: ...

( I’m worried about Shuu-san’s behavior. He seems restless...That’s what it looks like to me. )

Shuu: ...

Yui: ( He’s often lost in thought like that as well... )

Shuu: ...Either way, we have to seize the opportunity. We’re getting out of here as soon as there’s an opening, so you should be prepared at all times as well.

Yui: Yes...

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the balcony

Shuu: ...

...Haah.

ー Yui walks up to him

Yui: Uhm...Shuu-san?

Shuu: ...You were awake? I thought you had long gone to bed.

Yui: Can I join you?

Shuu: Be my guest.

What? Can you not sleep without me?

Yui: ...Don’t try and change the subject.

Something happened between you and Carla-san on the day we arrived here, am I right?

Shuu: ...And what would this something be?

Yui: I don’t know that much but...Something which is weighing on your mind.

Up till now, I haven’t imposed myself on you because I figured it would be a bother. However, from here on out, I will ask.

I want us...to move past the stage of being just a play-pretend family.

Therefore, I will trouble you, and be as persistent as I want.

Even if you call me a bother...I want to be close to you. I want to be involved.

Shuu: Hah...You really have no trouble speaking such strong words like it’s nothing, huh?

...

...He told me he wants to bring ruin to the race of Vampires.

Yui: Eh...?

Shuu: That’s what those Founders said. That’s why they want to kill the Old Man, apparently. They also asked me to join forces with them.

Yui: Kill Karlheinz-san...!? Why would they...?

Shuu: Well...It’s a good opportunity. Might not be bad for you to know about this.

As the King, Karlheinz stands at the very top of our clan, with everyone else being on equal footing.

Of course, there’s minor differences. However, this does not change the fact that the King is the absolute ruler.

His figure is indispensable at all times. The Old Man has always been there to solve conflict and preserve the prosperity and peace within the clan.

Do you understand what that means? If the one in charge of keeping everyone together were to one day suddenly vanishーー 

Yui: ...The clan would fall apart?

Shuu: Exactly.

Yui: So that’s what Carla-san hopes to achieve by killing Karlheinz-san...

Shuu: Yeah. In other words, those brothers want to get rid of all Vampires at once, forever. 

Yui: A-Are things okay?

Shuu: They’re far from okay, but I doubt that will happen overnight.

If we consider they were willing to make that sorta deal with me, we can probably assume they haven’t found a definite way to kill the Old Man.

I doubt he’ll perish that easily either.

Yui: What did you tell them...When they asked you to work together with them?

You couldn’t have possibly agreed to...killing your own Father, right?

( They might not be on the best of terms, but they’re still family... )

( Besides, despite what he might say at times, I feel as if Shuu-san respects his Father in one way or another. )

( Therefore, he shouldn’t be able to kill him. )

Shuu: ...

Yui: Don’t tell me...You gave them an okay?

Shuu: No, I didn’t agree.

However, I’m not quite sure myself.

The Old Man doesn’t look at the world in small terms such as ‘family’ or ‘clan’.

The wellbeing of one’s clan, the happiness of one’s family...He has long distanced himself from such thoughts.

I’m pretty sure that the human concept of ‘happiness’ which you guys wish for so strongly, is something he deems unnecessary.

That’s exactly why he is the Vampire King...and being called a God.

I’m sure you can understand too? A God doesn’t bother with the masses.

I can only assume that the Old Man has his eyes set on something which lies way ahead.

Yui: Which lies way ahead...?

Shuu: I’m pretty sure he has a larger objective which we just can’t see.

To achieve his goal, he thinks of all living beings as pawns, using them to play his little games. As if he’s simply trying to kill some time.

Yui: ( Pawns... )

Shuu: I’m sure you’re one of his pawns too. Not even his own family is safe.

Yui: This larger objective...What is it?

Shuu: Who knows.

The things that go on inside the Old Man’s head far exceed our imagination. We can’t comprehend, even if we tried to.

In all my years of living, there hasn’t been a single instance where I felt like I could understand what he was thinking.

Yui: Do you...resent your Father? Is that why you’re hesitating...?

Shuu: No. I don’t particularly have those kinds of sentiments. Not right now, at the very least. However...

If you look at it from a limited perspective as a family or a clan, I do believe that his methods are wrong.

I came to understand this very well through our make-believe family.

I used to not care about that at all but...Right now, I do have an opinion on it.

The Old Man was a failure as a father, and unqualified as the King of our clan.

Yui: ...

Shuu: ...Just kidding. I doubt he would want to hear that from me.

Yui: Shuu-san.

Shuu: Don’t look so anxious.

I’m going for a stroll. I’ll be right back, so you stay here, okay?

ー Shuu leaves

Yui: ( ...Shuu-san... )

ー The scene shifts to the reception hall

Shin: ーー Hm. So he refused?

Even though we all know he loathes his Father deep down. I guess Vampires really are wimps after all.

Mertz: What will you do now, Carla-sama? I thought Sakamaki Shuu’s cooperation was absolutely vital to our plan?

Carla: Exactly. We must get him to act, to ensure we can drive Karlheinz to the wall.

Shin: That’s such a pain, so why don’t we just use that woman as our hostage?

Don’t you think he’ll obey if we threaten to kill her otherwise?

Carla: Naturally. However, that man is intelligent.

I am sure he understands that we can not hastily kill that woman.

Furthermore, if he is a true Vampire at heart, I cannot see him act over just a mere woman.

Mertz: ...Then, how about we take a bigger hostage?

Shin: What do you mean?

Mertz: A single woman is not enough. Therefore, we will keep the entire clan of Vampires hostage.

If his whole race is at stake...That man is sure to take action, no?

Shin: I see. However, Nii-san. To be honest, don’t you think it’d be a little difficult for our troops to target their base?

Carla: Then we can leave it to someone else. There is no need for us to do this ourselves.

Shin: Someone else?

Carla: Mertz. You know what to do, no?

Mertz: Yes, please leave it to me. I shall go attack Vibora’s territory.

A Vampire such as myself ーー Leading a large army of fellow Purebloods.

Carla: I am glad to hear you understand.

Shin: I see. So we’ll be using the Vibora as our pawns.

Are you sure though? They might not retaliate out of fear of Karlheinz?

Carla: That is where we shall use that man.

He is the son of the King after all. We should use him to our full advantage before we get rid of him.

ー The scene shifts to the guest room

Yui: Ah...

*Cling*

Yui: ( The chain of my Rosary snapped... )

( I snuck it with me, but I can’t hang it around my neck like this. )

( ...I don’t like how it broke at this exact time. )

( I hope nothing bad happens... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shuu sakamaki #dark fate #diabolik lovers translation #dfshuuecstasyprolog

[stay-outta-my-blood-circle]

I usually try to keep things body-neutral, but I am currently in the grip of this terrible calamity and it got me thinking. So here’s...

Slashers with an s/o who’s on their period

Thomas

You're curled up on the bed like you're in pain. Are you hurt??

'Cramps?' What do you mean?

You're bleeding? Where?!

Extremely alarmed until you explain.

Oh. Uhh. Luda Mae never told him about this.

Curious. Wants to know everything about you.

You give him the whole explanation, complete with drawings.

Wow that sounds terrible. Can he help? Anything you need!!

You mention heating pads and pain medication, but neither are present in the house.

He's distressed he can't help; settles for being your (very) big spoon, getting you water, even carrying you anywhere you need to go.

From then on he searches victims' possessions for these things, plus hygiene products. You end up with a nice little stash.

Brahms

Generally thinks it's overall icky.

Doesn't know anything and refuses to learn. Wants no details.

Especially doesn't care for it if you're the type to get moody/cranky. He's supposed to be the high-maintenance one, not you.

Will cry if you snap at him.

On the other hand, if it makes you want extra snuggles... he's on board.

Also a fan of the excuse to keep extra chocolate in the house.

Will throw a fit about having to postpone sexytimes

Michael

Could not care less about your discomfort

The blood, on the other hand? Intriguing.

Hope you like period sex, because he’s not going to want to take ‘no’ for an answer

Maaaay be inclined to allow more snuggling than usual or bring something home for you, but he's capricious as always so don't count on it.

The man is a furnace, and in these rare moments of magnanimity he can be convinced to lay a very warm hand on your abdomen as a makeshift heating pad.

Stash some pads/tampons in hidden locations, because if he's feeling sufficiently bastardly he'll remove them from the bathroom and make you do things to earn them back.

Also hide the chocolate or he'll eat it all.

Bo

Outwardly doesn't care; will scoff and call you a wimp.

HOWEVER, you may notice he's more gentle with you, and finds ways to take care of you surreptitiously.

Before going on a supply run, always makes a point of asking if you need any supplies for this specific affliction.

Will pick up pads/tampons for you without batting an eye.

Probably the wrong ones, though, unless you give him tediously specific instructions or, better yet, a picture of the box.

Unlike usual, puts up with any irritability like a champ. It just bounces off him.

Will not deter him in the bedroom, but he’ll be less rough than usual

Vincent

Ohhhh boy. This one right here. This veritable gem.

So, so incredibly supportive.

Has everything you might need stashed up for when you need it.

Products of various types and sizes? Check. Sweets and snacks? Check. Heating pads and midol? Check.

Observant and curious, especially about you. Picks up on a lot over time.

Knows your cycle. Timing and duration, product preferences, everything. Keeps better track of it than you do.

Anticipates your needs and meets them with gusto.

This is a good boy. Smooch him.

Jesse

If you’re the type to become difficult to live with during this evil affliction, Jesse will leave you a nice care package and fuck off overseas until it’s over. Miss him with that shit.

If you do not take leave of your senses, however, he can be convinced to clear his schedule and attach to you at the hip.

Need snuggles? A distraction? Literally anything his money can buy? Thumbs up. Leave it to him.

Expects to be praised for being so sensitive and caring. That’s right, tell him how much you appreciate him - or better yet, show him.

Has a vague understanding of the topic but doesn’t feel the need for further study. Just tell him what you need and he’ll get it for you.

Asa

Probably won’t notice unless you say something. He’s smart, but can be oblivious when he’s busy (which is always).

Of course he understands what’s happening with you, biologically. Beyond that, though? Clueless. Zero knowledge of its specific effects on you.

... Seriously, you feel that unwell? That doesn’t sound right, but - OKAY already, don’t yell at him

Somewhat lacking in the empathy department, but he’ll take your word for it and try to help out in whatever way you ask him to.

Will pick up pads/tampons for you without complaint or embarrassment, and get you exactly the kind you asked for.

50/50 on whether you can convince him to give you any extra TLC. He’s busy and that’s not really his forte anyway.

#slasher imagines #slashers #headcanon #slasher fandom #thomas hewitt #brahms heelshire #michael myers #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #chromeskull #jesse cromeans #the collector 2009 #asa emory

[impeccablebackside]

Leaving marks on the other persons body? Like hickeys or bruises or rope burns or stuff like that

It is going to be a no from me personally, but to each their own. I would have a hard time intentionally hurting someone like that, even if they asked for it. Mind you, I have never tried it, but it still does not appeal to me from afar. I am (not so) deep down just a soft sort of guy. Regardless, I did answer and ask that is closely related to yours, and you can read it here. Much of my answer will draw from that post.

I am so much more invested in the love and delicate nature that intimacy could involve rather than the 'over' physicality that can sneak its way in. I suppose that I can compromise a bit, and say that I would be down for some hard, consensual forceful fucking, but nothing that could cause pain. I (think that I) do understand part of it, where lust transfers into a desire to physically manifest your want or wear the after effects of it for public viewing.

It essentially boils down to my own aversion to doling out physical punishment (though in this case I guess it can be seen as rewarding depending on another's preferences). It is so much more satisfying to me to have a level of nurturing care and desire built into intimacy. Having a way to allow another person enjoy themselves is such an important aspect of sex to me, but I would just struggle with anything related to pain and its physical representations. Nothing against any masochist out there though. If pain is good and enhances your pleasure, then all the power to you (or at you?).

Anyway, I will mention it by queen, so let it hit you:

Victoria is not into anything pain related, and absolutely would not welcome the remote chance that someone would leave marks on her. Even some light and lustful spanking, while good, sometimes can get to be too much when it gets more impassioned. She is quite a bit of a wimp when it comes to pain, and realistically how could anyone want to hurt her, even in this context? However, she does not always play equal with her partners, and will give hickeys from time to time while hanging off her boos and kissing them vigorously.

Rumple can take some good spankings, but is not too big on anything more painful than that. Though she would assuredly wear a red handpawprint as a badge of frisky times if it were to happen. Otherwise, some tail pulling is not off the table, maybe a light clawing here and there, but nothing that would break the skin. The whole point of sex is the good feelings, and interference with that frustrates her. Ropes are a hard no. She does not return any physicality, preferring to tease instead.

Tanto is not averse to some more heavy spanking or lighter whipping, but her favoured roughness is scruff biting or even biting in general. She likes her partner manifesting their desire through their mouth, almost in a primal way. One of the reasons she likes this is because she too is a nibbler, and gnashes down as well in her lust. She hides hickeys and bite marks on her neck very well because of her coat pattern, and will not be averse to receiving more. Any marks resulting from actual strikes against her body is not welcomed whatsoever though, and ropes are so-so. Tanto returns bites to any willing partner, but little else.

Cassandra will essentially take it all, as hard as you can give it, and then stare you in the eye with pity. Hard spanking gets her motor running, whipping is fun, scruff biting, and some more S&M type stuff is not really off limits, depending on what it is of course. Bruising is merely a consequence of her enjoyment. All in all, she likes getting it hard and having all the external stimuli that can accompany and enhance her pleasure. Being quite dominant, she is not one to leave marks on another's skin. She has restraint in her power, and would never overstep her own personal boundaries onto someone else.

Deme has dealt with marks on her skin in her past, and wants nothing more to do with it. Either way, the tracing of claws down her back always sends shivers, assuming it is done with care. Otherwise, she is definitely not big on being in pain - too much bad memories tied to that. Deme does not return any pain.

Bomba does not mind being spanked, but anything aside from that does not really move her that much. Some redness that results is cool with her, but it is not something she looks for. Her preference is erotic choking that is a means of being possessed by someone, but it cannot leave any marks. That would be too much. For her partners, so is willing to leave marks if they are up for it. Clawing and some bites usually are requested.

Jenny likes the idea of non-painful restraint or bondage, both on her and her lover, but especially on her when it traps her while she is being stimulated. Resulting rope burns to her wrists and ankles are used as measure to see how much she was squirming when she was being pleasured, so the worse they end up being, the better in a way. Spanking and whipping of her round ass is met with glee and moans of desire. Nothing overtly painful per-se though. Marks from whips are cool with her, but her weakness is the mark made when Busto spanks her ass with his spoon. That shit gets her wet. Jenny will give a bit of it back, but her caring nature prevents her from getting too overzealous.

Jelly likes nipple clamps / pinching and some good spanking, but nothing beyond this. The nippleplay is what she really likes most, but the wildest it gets is some lighter biting on them. She is not a fan of the greater chance of pain whatsoever, so marks from anything else is a no. Rope burns are on a per time basis. Jelly will give hickeys as well, sometimes getting a bit friskier as her normal self. When she is Griddle, she has been known to slap her lover's ass hard enough to leave a mark.

#sorry for the not answering this earlier #thanks for the ask though #i appreciate it #i do want to spank some ass now so thats good

[ladyanaconda]

Helluva Dad Vol. 3: Nerd

As I mentioned in the first one-shot, the events of the Harvest Moon Festival took place before Murder Family in this AU, so the discovery of the angelic weapon went differently. In other words, this prequel is where the canon divergence begins. Enjoy!

*HB-*

It's gonna be nice working with him. I asked him if he wants to join I.M.P.

Moxxie couldn't get those words out of his head. Striker working at I.M.P.? As much as he hated to admit it, he could actually picture it. The cowboy was an ace at… Well, everything, as far as he knew. This didn't mean Moxxie was happy at the prospect of having him as a co-worker, however. Striker had done nothing but rub Moxxie's lack of physical strength and 'balls to his face; heaven, even Striker's five-year-old kid made fun of him in a more innocent, child-like manner.

Moxxie felt a pit in the bottom of his stomach; if Striker does join I.M.P., where would this leave him in the company? Blitzo's the boss, Millie the powerhouse, and Striker might as well replace Moxxie as the weapons expert, not to mention become an additional powerhouse. Where would that leave Moxxie? Besides, he wasn't sure if he wanted to work with the guy who humiliated him via song, the one thing Moxxie thought he'd at least be better at.

Joe and Lynn never liked Moxxie for Millie from the beginning. 'Too much of a wimpy fag', he overheard them say more than once. 'He can't handle something as simple as gathering eggs from the chicken coop*, how is he going to protect or provide for Millie?' Striker, on the other hand, was strong, imposing, fearless, manly. They treated him more like a son-in-law than Moxxie even if the cowboy wasn't wedded into the family. Moxxie was no fool; he'd seen his parents-in-law subtly trying to get Millie alone with Striker and have them spend time together, practically screaming 'dump your wimp of a husband and fuck this real man'.

These thoughts crossed Moxxie's mind as he climbed upstairs. Everyone else was outside, which was good because he wanted to be alone right now.

There was a thump in one of the rooms. Following the sound out of sheer curiosity, Moxxie noticed a white glow filtering underneath the door. Hey, isn't it Striker's room? Moxxie has a policy against entering someone's bedroom without permission, but his spite towards the cowboy imp and curiosity got the better of him.

He found little Jake on the bed. The impling looked frightened for a second until he noticed it was only Moxxie. "You not daddy!"

"What do you go there, little fella?"

"Nothig!" Jake spread out his arms in a feeble attempt at hiding whatever thing was on the bed. Moxxie only had to take a few steps forward to peek over Jake.

"Oh, my crumbs!" There, in a long case, was a beautiful black rifle with silvery designs that almost seemed to glow with a heavenly light. "A genuine carmine crafted blessing-tipped rifle."As Moxxie tried to touch it, Jake snapped his teeth at his hand. "Hey, watch it!"

"No touch! Daddy's rifle!" Jake growled adorably. Geez, the brat's got his father's awful character.

"How… How in the fuck did he get one of these?"

"Why don't you ask me, little dude?" Moxxie and Jake froze, though the latter seemed more like 'shit I'm in trouble' than 'shit I'm dead.

Striker was leaning against the door, arms crossed. He didn't look very happy.

"Boy, I thought we'd talked about this already," he told Jake sternly.

"I… I just wanna touch it, daddy." Jake whispered timidly.

"W-Why do you have this?! Mister!" Moxxie asked nervously. "You are aware this kind of weapon can kill…"

"...Demon royalty?" Striker finished grimly.

"Yes, that."

"Duuh! That what it for, dummy!" Jake stuck his tongue at Moxxie.

"Kiddo, Mrs. Lin is baking the lava berry pie you like so much. Why don't you go take a look while daddy has a word with Moxxie?" Did Striker just call him by his name? Jake yelled happily and climbed off the bed, speeding out of the room.

Moxxie felt a shiver down his spine as Striker closed the door shut behind him. "Well, I'm… I'm relatively concerned by your possession of this…" he stepped back warily as the cowboy walked towards him with a devilish grin, eyes glowing as he came to a halt right in front of Moxxie, silently staring down at him. "I'm also glad my instant dislike of you has been validated!"

Neither moved for a while. Then, against Moxxie's expectations, Striker gently moved him aside to gently run his fingers along the weapon's side. There was a sad, almost nostalgic look on his face.

"I cherish it, you know. It used to belong to someone who was very dear to me. Nowadays I rarely use it, though. So it's more like a memento." Moxxie was quite surprised at the emotion in his voice.

"Then you have used it."

"Well, I wasn't always a farmhand, little fella. Let's say I'd make a living as a hitman." Striker sat down on his bed, eyes on the rifle. "Whenever people wanted someone dead, they'd call me. Kind of what you guys do at I.M.P., but down here in Hell." He sighed. "Then my… priorities shifted."

Moxxie was about to ask him what he meant when he spotted a small box full of toys. "...Jake."

Striker nodded. "When Jake was born, I realized that kind of job endangered both my and his life on a nearly daily basis, so I had to retire and find a safer job. It's not as exciting as the thrill of shooting people's brains out of their skulls, but it puts bread on the table."

Moxxie wasn't sure what to say. Tentatively, he sat down next to Striker, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. He wasn't pushed off, so he guessed it was okay.

"You've done a decent job, you know. He's a good kid… Most of the time." he murmured the last part.

An awkward silence followed until Striker spoke again. "So, Blitz said you're I.M.P.'s weapons expert."

"I am. Why, is it such a surprise for you?"

Striker shrugged. "What can I say? You don't give that impression, wimp."

Offended, Moxxie pulled out his pistol. "Walther P.38!"

Striker raised an eyebrow. "Looks pretty anemic compared to the peacekeeper."

"It's not about size, you know. It's about stamina."

"Is that so?" Striker smirked. "What can you tell me about the Thompson submachine gun?"

"Fifty rounds a drum, twenty-five a mag!" Moxxie said in excitement. "It's a good weapon, but its cocking mechanism always jams. The Russian P.P.S. personal assault weapon is a better choice."

"Maybe, but in the end, it's the experience that wins the day. It's not all about firepower."

"Indeed! I mean, even the best gun in all of Hell can be wasted in the hands of a newbie."

Striker laughed and gave Moxxie a strong pat on the back, unintentionally sending him to the ground.

"Not bad, wimp. Looks like you are good at something, after all."

Moxxie blinked in disbelief. "Was that a compliment?"

"Don't get used to it, little nerd." Striker chuckled, smirking. "You still have a long way to go to earn my respect."

"Who're you calling a nerd?!"

"Bowtie, fragile arms, pushover, you're afraid of a mere rooster. Should I continue?"

"For your information, I'm not afraid of the rooster!" Moxxie crossed his arms. Striker raised an eyebrow. "...I simply don't like the idea of getting infected with the avian flu, thank you very much."

Smirking again, Striker closed the case and walked out of the room. "Nerd."

"I'm not a nerd!"

*HB*

*A callback to the scenes in some movies when someone goes to the chicken coops to collect the eggs and is attacked by the rooster. Come on, you can't tell me you don't see this happening to Moxxie. And if living roosters are a pain, just imagine one straight from Hell.

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