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neosimi · 1 year

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🎼 4t2 Simmify Music Nook 2 🎹

happy thursday! here is myshunosun’s simmify music nook 2. ♡

@platinumaspiration mentioned how she'd like it in her game, so i got right on it! i ended up resizing the book clutter just a smidge, in order to fit better on the shelf. there is some clipping going on w the piano. i lowered the keys in milkshape a bit to make it less apparent, but ah well. oh! and i’m actually quite proud of the lamp since it has an unlit/lit state! hooray! anyway, that should be all. as always, please lmk if there’s any issues, enjoy!~ ʕっ˘ڡ˘ςʔ

book clutter 1: 156 polys | deco/sculpture | $50

book clutter 2: 324 polys | deco/sculpture | $50

concrete bookshelf: 478 polys | surfaces/shelves | $800

cute succulent: 566 polys | deco/plants | $45

floor lamp: 1196 polys | lighting/floor | $80

framed poster: 46 polys | deco/wall hanging | $75

potted palm: 650 polys | deco/plants | $150

upright piano: 821 polys | hobbies/creative | $1000

part one here. files are compressed. collection file included.

UPDATE 3/18/23: fixed piano mesh GUIDs as to not conflict w the maxis piano. please redownload and allow the piano mesh file to override.

download: [sfs] | [box] ♪♫♡

credits: @myshunosun.

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eeulysian · 3 months

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hm enough smut for today, i kinda got tired of it.. sigh, maybe i ate too much. anyhoo, what do u feel about [insert charac] x shy!reader? ^_^ lllike imagine chRCter being all extrovert, party addict, and fun then there's this little lost zoul clinging on the charactwr's arm TT it's be such a cute relationship i swear.

idk what character that would be fit for this role...

reader being shy and possessive after the party (overthinks a lot as well.. im not romanticizing that btw) AKSJDHJEBDHEHEJWHEHU——

“you were talking to them the whole time, u shouldn't have brought me here with u.. they didn't need me there anyway,” tsk. tsk. character ends up cimforting and doing whatever reader wants becuz they neglected them wayy.. too much. (if this even makes sense, im half asleep writing this)🦈🦈🦈🦈 ermm.. im not requesting a fic btw! ur free to make it into one tho. :D

I LOVE THIS TROPE SOO MUCH. its one of my favourite tropes. its like, in terms of animal tropes, it would be golden retriever x black cat. the characters i have in mind for this areeee.... topaz, serval, bai yi, beidou, elysia and kafka. i think all of them would definitely be a perfect fit for this kind of trope. not a fic but just a little short imagine!!

forced to be invited to this rich kid's mansion party by college gf!(char) because she wants to taste the drinks there, eat the food and have fun with other people. you kept refusing at first, because your introverted ass cannot handle crowds. you'd look like a small, crying kitten in the midst of the crowd. you know you'd be pushed here and there, hearing crazy screams and shouting, with rave music in the background and you hated it. in the end, you gave in and was dragged to the mansion by (char). in there was so many people, chatting, laughing, having fun and dancing to the music. (char) saw a friend and ran after them, forgetting you were there with her. 30 minutes passed, you were standing in a corner, a little further from the crowd and you started getting anxious, wondering where she is and why she just left you like that. you decided to just swarm and squiggle into the crowd to find her, feeling your social battery get drained even more. and you spotted her talking with her friend, because her hair color just stood out alot. you ran after her and shyly hugged her from behind, trying to silently tell her that she forgot about you and that you're still here. she flinched a little, but knowing it was you, she gave you an apologetic smile and told her friend that you're her girlfriend in case they were confused.

"y/n, i'm sorry i accidentally left you behind. it wont happen again, i promise", she told you, but you still felt a little insecure that she just... left you like that for a friend. "no it's fine, maybe i shouldn't have been here anyways if i wasn't so important. i don't like parties anyways." you blurted out. she noticed you looked and even sounded sad from that tone, she knew she was going to have to make it up to you with hugs, kisses and snacks when you two get home tonight. she apologizes once again, and tells her friend that she'll be going home earlier to avert her attention more to you. she feels guilty, but she knows you meant no harm and you can't help feeling like that. but she just loves taking care of you and reassuring you anyways, no matter if you guys have huge differences, contrasts and are considered total opposites by others. they say opposites attracts anyways 🤭

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daze4all · 5 months

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Daze4ALL Drabble Master List

By Call You Crazy 4 Me for Honkai Star Rail & Genshin impact Reader x fics with the guys

Organized Fics on https://archiveofourown.org/users/CallMeCrazy4U

Mara struck! Yandere! Jing Yuan x Dan Heng Twin Sister! Reader Series

Honkai Star Rail Drabbles

a. Loufu : Reader x High Cloud Quintet : Blade, Dan Heng & Jing Yuan

Sparring turns Spicy~ Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Blade x Reader

Ghostbuster: Honkai Star Rail Guys Save Possessed! Reader. Heliobai! Patch Inspired

Blade x Reader: Shall We Dance Series

Sleepy! Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Blade x Reader. Hug + Cuddles Honkai Star Rail Characters Concepts

OC/Reader Insert as a Subtle SAGAU Idea or just use Stelle (HSR)

Host Club AU Reader Series: Host! Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Gepard, Sampo

AU Airbender the Last Avatar x Honkai Star rail Dan Heng x Stelle Idea

c. Marastruck Jing Yuan x Reader Series

Yandere Drabble : Always There

Yandere!Werewolf! Jing Yuan x Reader! Red Riding Hood- Wedding Rings

Dan Heng Genderbend +Twin Sister Ideas

d. Fairytale AU Honkai Star Rail Series

AU Zombie ! Blade! x Reader Helps Dan Feng Resurrect Blade Drabble Idea

Vampire! Dan Heng AU! x Reader Drabble Honkai Star Rail Fairytale Series

2. Penacony : Ratio, Sunday, Aventurine, Gallagher & Jing Yuan cuz I stan him.

Some Spoiler Thoughts on SusASS Sunday & Penacony Former Prison Colony

Sparkle is SAVAGE & Aventurine is a SUSASS and SO is Sunday

3. Honkai Star Rail Imagines: Mostly HUMOR/ Crack

Imagine: Yanqing Bullied By Girls on Loufu Wanna see me swallow a sword?

Cat & Dog Honkai Star Rail Personalities

Imagine Mom! Reader Taking Care of Baby! Bailu with Daddy! Jing Yuan

Imagine: Stelleron Hunter's Kidnap Bailu Crack Idea

Imagine: High Cloud Quintet- No More drinks for you

Imagine: Wedding Crasher! Blade

4. Honkai Star Rail Harem x Reader

Gifts for You From Him HSR Verison

Host Club AU Reader Series: Host! Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Gepard, Sampo

II. Genshin Impact Series

Links for Witness! Reader x Yandere Neuvillette x Yandere Wriothesley Series

A Witness Protection Program Gone Wrong Series: For They Were Justice

Freedom is a Pipe Dream: Posted Here. Reader is caught escaping by Neuvillette & Wriothesly in the pipe system of Meropide but a fight breaks out between them & the treasure hoarders to get her.

Tied Up In Court: Posted. Reader is captured and dragged to court to be judged by Yandere Neuvillette x Yandere Wriothesley

Courting Affection: Posted. A cycle of punishment and care start again & they realize what they want is to be with you not just uphold the law. Neuvillette & Wriotheslyrealize they have feelings beyond being protective of reader as a witness and their attempts to cuddle and court reader in a drabble post.

4. Genshin Impact Drabbles

Dancing with the Stars series (Abandoned but have old ones to post if interested)

Heizou x Reader: Shall We Dance

Genshin Impact OC Ruyi- Liyue Geo Bow User- Explorer of Ruins

Al Haitham x Reader x Kaveh Relationship Concept: Coming home Drunk

Star Rail Trailblazer Found Family Crack Chemistry Theory

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loveephia · 10 months

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1st kiss w kuroo please 🥺🫶

:¨ ·.· ¨: ハイキュー!! your first kiss with kuroo tetsurō . . .

`· . ꔫ . . . suna ver. | kenma ver.

+ sakusa ver.

a/n: bro, this is long overdue. 😞 I AM SO SORRY AS TO HOW LATE THIS IS BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS PIECE. ENJOY READING USER KUROO1FAN :D!!

⚠ warning/s: none.

- you actually kissed him first.

- insert dramatic gasp from crowd.

- even though kuroo is suave and flirty, and he badly wanted to be first?! yes.

- listen, he had a whole date planned where he was planning to show his utmost charming self to you. first, a little trip to a famous italian restaurant. then, a stroll in the nearby park. and finally, a slow dance under the moonlit sky.

- it was going to be ROMANTIC.

- so, here kuroo is, dragging kenma to his personal affairs. "which one looks better on me, the black one or the white one?"

- "neither." kenma states, "please let me go. i have a family."

- "you're not even helping me!"

- kenma heaves a sigh. "y/n likes a bouquet of daffodils, not roses. she once told me she prefers you in a red button-up. she also mentioned that her favorite pasta is japanese-style carbonara."

- "good! problem solved." kuroo tosses kenma his gameboy back, and the setter catches it with ease.

- later on, in the actual date, kuroo is waiting for you at the agreed spot. when you finally arrive, kuroo's eyes are literally glued onto you.

- "tetsu, hi!"

- "hey," kuroo is already so charmed, "i got this for you." he hands you the bouquet of daffodils. your heart melts. "tetsu.. you didn't have to." you try to hide your smile with the given bouquet.

- "so.. where to first?" you ask, linking your arm with his (to the dismay of many girls eyeing him).

- "remember that italian restaurant i told you about?" you nod, "we'll be eating there."

- once you guys arrive, chaos ensues. there's a crying baby near your table (which happened to be the only one vacant), and it would not quiet down. it would interrupt you two's conversation every now and then, so you both settled on some fast food instead.

- next, was the stroll in the park, which happened to be closed off due to a primary school's field trip.

- and finally, it came night time. this slow dance kuroo had been trying to initiate wasn't possible since the usual jazz band didn't play on saturdays.

- kuroo is so gloomy because the entire date he planned, didn't go the way he wanted to at all.

- so now, you and kuroo were walking around the mall, and you passed by an arcade. "tetsu, do you think we can go in there?"

- "yeah, okay." he's got nothing else to lose.

- as you two look around, you spot a plush of a black cat, and your eyes sparkle. you insert the coins needed and try to get it, but sadly, like every claw game, the plush falls.

- you pout, feeling defeated. "nevermind, let's go home."

- "hold on, let me try." kuroo is not letting you go home with that sad yet adorable look on your face.

- thanks to kenma, kuroo remembers that you have to tap the button twice for it to actually grip onto the plush properly. so with ease, he was able to win the black cat you wanted!

- "waaah! tetsurō, i'm so happy!" you childishly jump around with the plush now in your arms.

- "it's nothing, babe—" you pulled kuroo down for a kiss.

- the soft plush of your lips against his made his brain go absolutely haywire. he literally couldn't process what was happening until you pulled away.

- you're twirling the plush around, still cheering, while kuroo stands there in a daze.

- today might not have been what he expected, but all's well that ends well!

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lavenderbexlatte · 2 years

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day 16 - hate sex

nct 1.9k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Kim Doyoung NSFW

🖤 warnings: college au bc it’s my favorite, unabashed rudeness, arguing literally nonstop, mistaken identity, enemies to still enemies but they have sex, some mild d/s dynamics, one brutal handjob 🖤

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You had not meant for it to be him. Of all of them, of all twenty-odd of them, not him. Anyone else.

You'd wanted one specific one, the best one. You just didn't know his name at the time.

There are a lot of guys in their frat, and you know some of them. Taeyong, the sweetheart who sits behind you in Western Classics, reliably with a big pet store shopping bag full of something cute and unnecessary for his aquarium of fish. Yangyang, a freshman just out of pledging who works at the student cafe and always pours you a large even if you order a medium.

You don't know the pretty, pretty one who was sitting outside the frat house when you walked by the other day, the one with the shaggy black hair that nearly touches his shoulders, with the sculpted face and the piercings and the cropped t-shirt, sunning himself on the porch like a cat.

He's gorgeous, and you want him. You think you'll die if you can't have him.

Your first mistake, you think, was asking one of the other pledges you know if he could help you. Hendery is sweet, but he's new both to the school and to the frat, and when he'd suggested coming to a frat party so he could try and hook you up with your frat brother of choice, you'd agreed with some trepidation.

Attending a frat party is a small price to pay, you'd thought, if Hendery could get you access to that beautiful man with a belly button ring.

Hendery had met you in the foyer, brought you into the house. He left you against the wall in the open-plan living space with a view into the kitchen, as he approached a knot of his frat brothers (including That One) and spoke for a moment. All of the boys had looked over at you. And then Hendery returned, telling you to go have fun until he texted.

Perfect wingman.

When you got the text, nearly an hour later, you were sweaty, tipsy, and dusted in glitter from a sorority girl who'd insisted you dance with her. Head to the second bedroom on the second floor, the text read.

You followed the instructions dutifully, heart in your throat, and as you stood in the scrubbed-clean but cluttered room, you saw all the evidence you needed: that cropped t-shirt your mystery man was wearing the other day, hanging over the back of a garish red and black gaming chair.

The door opened. Someone slipped in.

Your second mistake was not stalking the guy online and getting his name. You'd only had a description for Hendery: height, build, hair color and style, general facial features. You'd assumed that even in a frat of a few dozen, it would be easy to tell. And hell, Hendery even talked to the guy, right in front of you.

Apparently, your luck does not run much farther than that.

And now here you are, in despair, staring at the guy Hendery set up with you. Your Sociology tablemate, your Speech & Debate partner from last semester, one of the most egotistical and insufferable people you've ever met.

Not the guy from the other day. Kim Doyoung.

"I thought Hendery was kidding," Doyoung says, wary, as he closes the door behind him.

You can't help the full-body reaction you have: pure bone-deep annoyance. "What are you doing here?"

"You asked me to be here."

"I absolutely did not."

His expression falters, not embarrassment but exasperation. "Yes, you did."

"I did not."

"You literally did, Hendery told me to come here and-"

"Not you!" you insist, looking skyward as if to ask why you're being punished like this.

"Then-"

"You think I would be asking for you when - when-" you falter, realizing you still don't know the guy's name.

Doyoung crosses his arms. "When?"

You grab the t-shirt, waving it at Doyoung. "Whose top is this?"

"Yuta," Doyoung says. "Me and Yuta share this room."

"Belly piercing? Super hot?"

"Yuta," he confirms.

"I wanted Yuta!" you explode. "Not...you."

"That's fucking rude," he says.

You shoot him a withering look. "I don't know why you even came. It's me."

"I was curious," he snipes back. "You were always such a holier-than-thou little pain in the ass in Debate, I wanted to see what changed. Obviously nothing."

"You wanna talk pain in the ass? You got me a C on the final project in Soc because you devil's advocated my partner to tears!" you jab.

Doyoung scoffs. "You're still mad that I'm smarter than you?"

"You're delusional."

"I'm delusional? You're trying to fuck my roommate, you're the delusional one!"

You pause. "Excuse me?"

"You and Yuta?" he smirks. "Come on."

"Let's see what kind of pussy you're pulling, then, jackass. Any dates, lately?"

"I've been busy-"

"I bet you ran up here like a kid on Christmas, thinking someone finally wanted to put up with your face and your personality for two and half minutes of mediocre sex."

"I'm not the one having pledges hunt down hookups for me," Doyoung snarls. "Don't trust that anyone would follow through if they had to actually talk to you first?"

That one hurts, a little, but you just look back at him evenly. "As much as I'd love to keep this going, if I'm not getting laid tonight, I'm going home."

"You still could."

Doyoung slaps a hand over his mouth as soon as the words leave it, and you can feel your face go slack in surprise.

"Excuse me?" you ask, again.

"I just mean-"

"Are you...into me?"

"No," he says, too quickly.

"You are," you say, dawning revelation and the slightest horror.

"I'm not. Why would I be?" he dismisses, but his face is animated with the utmost outrage, his tone too much.

You've been on the debate team with him for a few semesters now, and if there's one thing you've learned from that experience, it's his tells. He's lying. He's an awful liar.

"Oh, you're into me," you tease, "You were excited because it's me."

"Funny. Last time I checked, I fucking hated you."

"I hate you, too," you say, sweet as pie.

Suddenly, like he's been pushed, Doyoung sits down on the nearest of the two beds in this cramped little room, and crosses his legs pointedly. He could just be acting like a priss, but you suspect it's something else...

And as you watch, he has to ever so carefully adjust himself, playing it off like he's just pulling at the fabric of his jeans. And failing.

"You're getting off on this," you say dumbly. "You like that I hate you."

"That would be twisted," he replies, but it's a little strained.

You grin. "It would."

Well, this changes everything. You're not into him, objectively. He sucks. But if he's so determined to act like he's not attracted to you...now it's a game. And you win at games.

"I can just go home," you say, cavalier. "Hendery fucked up my chances for tonight, so I can just go home and-"

"Go, then. See if I care."

"I think you'll care."

"I don't care about you," he dismisses.

You take a step closer to him, and he leans back. "No. You hate me."

Despite himself, Doyoung relaxes as you walk nearer still, uncrossing his legs so that his struggle is apparent, plain as day.

"You hate me. Can't stand me. That's why you're hard right now," you say.

He adjusts himself again, probably realizing that any attempt at denying it is futile, now. He probably knows that you have all the fuel you need to make fun of him for the rest of his life.

Or maybe he's enjoying this, in the same creeping, uncertain way that you are.

"I thought you were going," he says.

You shrug. "I could stay, if you ask me to."

"Why would I?"

"I just think you would. Unless you're too scared."

You wander toward the door, fully intending to go if he doesn't say anything. You have no skin in the game, here; any embarrassment you might've felt at having your intentions misunderstood is completely overshadowed by Doyoung sitting there rock-hard in his skinny jeans.

Your hand is on the doorknob when he finally breaks.

"Don't go."

Rather than opening the door, you lock it.

"You have to tell me to stop, if you're actually not into it," you say.

He nods, just barely, eyes wide.

"If you really hate me," you add.

At that, the hard glint returns to his gaze, and you know that you've got him. That you're not just steamrollering him into anything.

"I do," Doyoung assures you.

"Would you hate it if I take off that horribly tacky shirt?" you ask.

He tugs at the collar of his navy button-up gently. "Fuck you, I like this."

"I don't."

He lets you unbutton the shirt and discard it, and he doesn't resist when you press him back onto the bed, his feet still firmly on the ground but his back meeting the mattress. You're undoing his belt, his jeans, when he fidgets under you.

"Aren't you gonna..." he gestures at your clothes, still firmly in place.

"Nah," you say. "You hate me so much, I would hate to make you look at-"

"Please?" His voice cracks over the syllables, and you marvel, since you haven't even done anything yet.

"No."

He's freed from his jeans and briefs in no time, and you waste no time setting a good pace on his desperately hard length, stroking him and simply leaning over his prone form. He jolts at the first contact, and then he melts.

"You hate me, so this should be all I give you," you muse. "Just let you use me to get off like this. Should be all you want, right?"

"If I - fuck - if I say I don't hate you, will you give me, shit, anything else? More?" Doyoung asks, through gritted teeth.

"This isn't good?"

"It is, but-"

"It'd be a shame to make you lie, like that," you say.

He's leaking precum, and you catch it as you circle the head to make the slide that much easier, slick rather than the hard friction of skin on skin, and he groans. His voice, despite all your disdain, is easy on the ears, and you twist your wrist to see if you can get that sound again. He doesn't disappoint, cracking through an octave.

"You're not gonna cum until you can thank me for giving you this much, even though you've been so rude to me," you tell him.

The amiable way he'd spoken in his hasty lust is gone, as he snaps, "Thank you? For what?"

"For being so nice, even though you hate me."

"You hate me, too."

"I do," you nod solemnly, "Imagine what you could be getting if I didn't."

Doyoung twitches in your grasp, and you have to hold down his narrow hips with your other hand, leaning on him more heavily to keep him in place.

"Might even let you fuck me, if you were nicer. Pity," you say.

"Shit - close, I'm-"

You let up, right on cue, slowing down your pace to something excruciating, and Doyoung's eyes that had been clamped shut against the onslaught fly open again.

"What-"

"You didn't thank me."

"I'm not fucking going to-"

"Then you don't cum."

Confident that he's backed down from his high, you start building him up again. He whines, honest-to-God whines out loud, in a higher pitch than you'd imagine he could reach. There's only so much edging that an egotistical brat like him can take before he cracks. He'll thank you before long.

"Shit," he moans.

"Any time, now."

"Fuckin' hate you."

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darkdevasofdestruction · 1 year

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Chapter 19 - The Return Of The Queen

A whole two years passed since the Kengan Annihilation Tournament ended. Since then, Agito and Kisara travelled around the world from country to country, living one day at a time. It was by far, the most fun they've ever had - So much freedom, so much to learn... The whole world was theirs for the taking! At some point, they even reached Thailand and they met up with Gaolang who acted as a tour guide of sorts. Once Kisara met with King Rama though, they hit it off so well that Gaolang was fearing for his life, judging by those enigmatic, fox-like grins they had on their faces whenever he'd catch them looking at him. It was here that she and Agito first rode on an elephant - It was so thrilling! She almost felt upset, leaving for another place to visit, but life is life, and life is meant to be lived!

Ultimately, however, after one year and a half into travelling, Kisara and Agito agreed to settled for a while at a motel, in the middle of the nowhere that Arizona is. Though Kisara often found their little room incredibly boring, and even the wi-fi connection was often shitty... They were somehow able to make it work. Every day they would travel to hell knows what place via motorbike, and since they got here, they even customised their helmets and got a clothing style change. What was once classic elegance became intimidating leather, chains and studs. The only thing different was that, although Agito's helm had a skull motif and his new nickname, AG, in neon - Kisara had purple LED lights and cat ears. They were hilarious.

There was a single thing, however, that never changed for those two, and that was their thirst for fighting. It was far too hot during the day to bother, but once the Sun began to set, Agito would teach Kisara everything he knows, from Systema, to Formless and Martial Arts - Even the Niko style that he knows, though he made it clear that whatever he knew was far different than what Ohma taught her once. In turn, Kisara helped him spar to the point that he had no delay between his two sides... Even if that meant getting speared, cleaved and beaten up to the point of screaming at him to give her a break. No matter what amount of training she goes through, she will never be able to equal the strength of her punch, to that of people like Agito, Gaolang or Takeshi. With her accuracy, speed and agility, however, she is now able to fight without needing to rely constantly on the element of surprise to get a good win.

When they would finally go to rest for the day, they would tell stories from their past, of whatever kind. Here's that she learnt Agito was an orphan from Mainland China, and he was found as a teenager by the Chairman, in some kind of ritualistic warehouse where he had to kill everyone to survive the Gu ritual... The one where you put centipedes in a jar and watch them eat each other - The last one that survives has the poison inserted in it. To think that as a young you are thrown in a battle royale setting... No wonder those murderous, beast-like urges of his would still often dominate his mind, even into adulthood. To lighten thing up, however, Kisara asked if he still remembers the language or anything from his childhood, and though it wasn't much, Kisara showed him some of the songs and dances she learnt from watching TV shows set in other dynasties. He would tell her about his 23 years or so of staying with Katahara, being educated by the best teachers appointed to him, meeting baby Sayaka and Retsudo, sometimes ever caring for them.

In turn, Kisara would tell him of her old, boring life in her small, little house which she used to share with her parents. Agito's mind felt bewildered, hearing her speak so gracefully and loving of the parents that she murdered herself - After all, knowing that your whole life was a lie, can't be easy to digest. Still, he felt proud of her for getting so far in life, and even so strong - From the quiet girl that would study at home every day, do only indoor hobbies, do no physical exercise, live on coffee and a light meal per day and sleep like three hours per night. The life of a shy medical student had broken her psyche to the point of fearing people, but meeting Ohma, the catalyst of her radical change - And more, meeting Wakatsuki who brought her into the Kengan world, who supported her dream of getting stronger and helped her out with loans to become an independent person - And even having Hatsumi introduced, who taught her how to liberate herself of all her worries and problems, and in those four years together, she was able to achieve a peace of her mind and heart that she never thought possible to achieve.

She told him of all the times the camped in the woods, the meditation sessions in the fields, or on the cliffs of the mountains after a good trek, and then she told him of the times when Hatsumi had her practice in the river, and her feet went numb from the cold water, only to get thrown in the lake near the cascade, under the pretext of showering off the sweat - The jerk should have had it coming though, as he was laughing his ass off, she pulled him in the water to freeze with her. But then, there were also the trips to the ocean, when they would wake up in the early morning to watch the sunrise and calm their minds to the sound of the waves and the occasional seagull, and have a long walk, barefoot, on the wet sand and watching the sun set into the sea. She often longed and missed those days, but she was well aware that they can return one day... Once Hatsumi stops his training in China with Rei.

Though two years passed, Agito still had a lot to learn of life, and Kisara was eager to teach him more and watch him flourish... And though two years passed, Kisara's grief still remained, and she had only Agito to rely on with a hug and a shoulder to cry on. When life was too much, he would see her subconsciously reaching for that ring and clucthing it, or playing aimlessly with it, to the point of obsession. She wanted to move on so desperately, but couldn't. Two years alone just weren't enough for a heart to heal.

"A'ight Agito, time for our drinks. I need an ice-cold Gin with lemon Schweppes." Kisara chuckled, taking off her helmet and putting on her shades instead, hooking her arm around the man's large forearm. "Agree. I've got an idea for tonight's training session." he spoke, walking inside the saloon. Their heavy boots clattered the wood on the ground as they made their way to the bartender, who was also the owner of the place, and of the motel. "Howdy, Fox. AG. You've got a visitor." "... A visitor?" Agito took off his helmet. "AG? Is that your new nickname? I like it. It's way cooler than Fang. We meet again, Kano. It's great seeing you again, Kisara." the girl gasped, putting her shades up on her hair to look at the man. "You... What are you doing here?" Agito asked, smiling as the two sat at the bar. "Himuro Ryo. Out of all people, I wouldn't have expected you here. It's lovely seeing a familiar face around these places." the girl grinned cheerfully at him. "I'll have a double jack, straight up. The usual Gin for Fox." as if the bartender already had everything prepared, the two were drinking in few seconds straight. "Whoa, slow down, drunk driving's against the law." Himuro warned the two, shocked by their behavious. "I know, but we're not driving anymore today. We've been staying in the motel across the street for the past half a year now." Agito explained simply. "So, the Ex-Fang of Metsudo's living in a motel, huh? What are you doing out here, in the middle of nowhere?" Ryo also ordered a drink, leaning back to look at the two. "Well, excuse me for being in the middle of nowhere." the bartender grumbled in annoyance. "What are we doing...? That's what we're trying to figure out." Kano hummed solemnly. "Kano, let's get back on track. I want to talk to you..." Ryo began, only to get cut off. "Is it about the competition?" Kisara butted in quickly. On one hand, she was almost eager for another such tournament, and wanted to throw her frustrations by plummeting someone that wasn't Agito. On the other hand, she knew nobody would want her as a fighter, in detriment of proper fighters like Agito or Wakatsuki. "It's for the Kengan Association. Will you enter, Kano?" as expected, the invitation was solely for him. "For the Kengan Association? The only reason I fought in the Kengan matches was to pay back my debt to the Master, and now that the Master is no longer Chairman, I have no reason to fight for the Kengan Association." the man spoke, his resolution clear. "I... Wouldn't be so sure." this attracted the attention of both people. “Chairman Katahara has announced that he's sending a fighter into the competition. That fighter is the Eight Fang of Metsudo." Ryo explained briefly - But the notion shocked both bikers. "EIGHTH?!" their gasped loudly. "Wait, what are you talking about? I was the Fifth Fang - You mean I've had THREE successors in just two years?!" the notion alone made no sense whatsoever, especially considering the many years of servitude he had under the Master. "I see... I guess you haven't heard. After you retired as the Fang, they selected the Sixth Fang. In the end, they picked one of the rookie bodyguards to be the Sixth Fang of Metsudo. I saw one of his matches, and he was just as powerful as you... But he turned traitor." Kisara gasped. "He abandoned his title of the Fang of Metsudo and transferred to Purgatory. He was planning to use the name of Fang of Metsudo all along, so that he could enter the Purgatory under better conditions, since they pay better than the Kengan Matches." once Ryo continued by saying the traitor will be a fighter on the other side, a dark aura settled around the saloon. "We're in." Kisara resoluted for the both of them, although she wasn't going to be a fighter. "Himuro. The competition is in half a year, right?" Himuro nodded. "That scoundrel who betrayed the master will get what he deserves." Kisara hasn't seen that wicked, revengeful expression on his face since the Annihilation Tournament - It was clear he was fired up, and she could easily understand why. Even she, who was helped by Katahara with the briefest of things, was enraged at the notion of a Fang betraying his master, and wanted to see him dead. "Who are the other people joining? Actually, how many fighters is our line-up supposed to have?" Kisara asked, excited - That meant she was going to see her friends again, and they wouldn't have to be fighting each other! "As far as I know, thirteen fighters on each side. So far, apart from Kano, we have Gaolang, Wakatsuki, Naoya and the Eighth Fang." the red head squealed in delight. "I can't wait!" the girl was beyond thrilled and couldn't contain her glee. She knew, for the remaining half a year, her and Agito will have to train even harder and stop any bit of slack they might have previously indulged in. It was time for the supreme showdown to emerge.

Half a year passed by at an indefinite time, and suddenly, their stay at the motel wasn't as boring as Kisara thought it was previously. Spending most of their time fighting and perfecting their techniques made things far more enjoyable. She felt alive every time she fight - Not only from the satisfaction of landing punches and doing damage, but her nerves were lit on fire - The pain she felt reminded her that she's not numb, nor dead. It was fine. She was fine, and she was going to continue being even better.

"Get up." Kisara called out to Agito, looking down at him - With that grin of his plastered, he shot to his feet and attempted to grapple the girl, only to get hit with his own Dragon Shot. "Perfect aim. Your blows got stronger." the Emperor coughed, stepping back. "You should join the line up. I have full confidence in your skills." "You trained me for almost three years, I bet you trust me to fuck them up." the red head chuckled lightly. "It's fine. I'm content with just watching you guys fight. The stakes are high, unlike before. I could lose company money all I want, but we are talking about the safety and continuation of the Kengan association. It means a lot to me... I wouldn't want to cause it harm indirectly." she explained, ruffling her hair messy. "We'll see the rest of the line up. We can always substitute." he grunted solemnly. "You really want me to fight, don't you?" he nodded. "Why?" "Because I want to see you proving to yourself that you can win." Kisara looked up at him, first with surprise, then she smiled tenderly. "Thank you for believing in me, Agito." at that moment, Agito's phone rang. The person on the other end of the line, who was shockingly enough, Yamashita Kazuo, knowing that Kisara was with him, had the man put the phone on speaker, so she could also hear what he had to say.

Tokita Ohma is alive.

That was the whole phone call. If Kano was shocked to hear such news, Kisara's knees went weak, and she fell to the ground. It took the man slapping her awake to get her back to reality. And boy, was she mad. The whole night, she couldn't concentrate on anything except fighting with Agito and hopefully get rid of the anger that she felt. For two years and a half, everyone thought Tokita Ohma died, only to find out that he was safe and sound, and training with the Kure Clan, at their village. With Raian. Raian, with whom Kisara texted almost daily. She was going to rip his throat out.

'Kure Raian, I'm going to rip your guts our of your body and hang you from a tree for the animals to maul and eat you.'

Raian, receiving that text, only laughed to the point of his sides hurting - And when Ohma asked what the hell was he on about and why wasn't he returning to their fighting spar, he simply showed him the text - And Ohma, too, was amused, though he knew, there will be hell to pay for keeping her in the dark for so long. The reaction of everyone, especially the older manager, was enough to make him realise that, in his hopes of keeping them safe, he simply made them mourn.

It was good to be home, Kisara thought, but it was so lonely, sad and quiet. Even taking a hot bubble bath and drinking wine didn't work in keeping her calm. In the middle of the night, she packed her bag and drove to Agito's - She couldn't stay alone. She needed someone to keep her out of her spinning mind. Ohma was alive. Why didn't he tell her? Why did he keep it a secret from everyone, especially her and Yamashita? Raian too - Couldn't they just send a hint? Anything at all? Why did he want her suffering for so long? She couldn't phantom how the hell did she become so reliant on a man, but she owed Agito everything for being so patient and abiding to any of her whims, even in her most unstable of days.

Together, they went to the private jet of the Kengan association, to go the island where the tournament will be taking place. She saw the fighters walk towards the plane, but her and Kano remained in the back. She saw Ohma's silhouette. She didn't feel strong enough to walk straight up to him and sock him in that beautiful, beautiful face of his. She was content ignoring him and going to speak with the others, or meet the new faces.

First, she went to Gaolang to give him a hug - But as soon as she saw that Ohma and Yamashita were eating at the table next to him, she made a quick excuse and scurried off. Next, was a guy around the age of 40 probably, with messy dark hair and a stubble. He was dressed in Japanese clothes, and was leisurely reading on the couch next to Julius, who was eating twenty or so sandwiches. "Hi! I'm Kisara. It's great meeting a new fighter." she extended her hand for him to shake. The man looked at her with the most tired expression in the world, and grunted at her in acknowledgement, shaking her hand - But his eyes soon widened, realising the strength and pressure she was so innocently applying to that grip. Was she attempting a battle of strength? "Tokuno'o Tokumichi. Nitoku, for short." under the circumstances he found himself he, Nitoku lazily got up, and played her game. People were staring at them - While Kisara held that enigmatic fox-like smile, Toku seemed to keep a solemn leisureness about him, though he was on high alert. As if sensing the momentum, Nitoku fell into a crouching position and grappled the girl's thighs, grabbing her and holding her into a death grip - But she was laughing so serenely, that he almost felt as though he fell in her trap. "If you wanted to hug me, you should have just said so. You're pretty attractive, I admit." he looked up at her, bewildered by her weird words. "I wanted to see if you were strong enough for what was going to happen... And eventually, find out your fighting style too." Nitoku felt as though he completely failed, and slowly, he put her down on the ground. "Sambo." he replied, and in that instant, the mischievous expression on her face changed to one of pure wonder. "Sambo?! You -- Really?!" he nodded, watching her smile grow ever wider. "That's amazing! I've never seen a true Sambo master in practice before! Now that I think of it, you do have the build for it. Ah - Do you like Dostoevsky?" "Y-Yes. I studied literature in Russia. I am an author, but I need some more money... So I guess I take the occasional fight." he explained, taking his book from the couch and showing her that he was, in fact, reading Dostoevsky, as she predicted. "You have suddenly become one of my favourite people here." with a peace sign, she left the man to look at her moving away with sheer confusion. What was that interaction, anyway? He had no clue - But at least there's someone in there that can appreciate true literature genius.

The next person she saw was Masaki Meguro... But it wasn't actually the psycho that got killed by the kick-boxer, but his... Brother? Alright. Whatever. He seemed like a normal person. Time to move on to the last person - He seemed like a kid, standing on an armchair, away from the crowd... But he seemed threated by Akoya? That psycho. Kisara went to them and reached up to grabbed Akoya's shoulder and push him away. "Enough threatening, Psychop. Leave the kid alone. He doesn't want to deal with you." Akoya looked down at the girl with an even graver look. Another pair of steps approached them, and Wakatsuki made him back off. Apparently, this psycho-cop almost killed Murobuchi Gozo. How awful. "Don't mind him, kid. He's not normal in the head. I don't get why he's here." she crouched down to his level - Only to get a better look at him and freeze. He looked just like a younger copy of Ohma. It wasn't easy looking at him, but she smiled nonetheless. "I'm Kisara. If you ever have any question, you can always come to me for anything. I'm sure I can help you out." "Thanks, Miss Kisara. My name is Gaoh Ryuki. I am one of the fighters, actually, not a kid." as if his face wasn't enough, even his name was the girl stare at him in shock. Gaoh, huh? What a mess. "So young, yet so talented. I look forward to seeing you fight, then." she got up and patted his fluffy hair - Shit, so fluffy, just like Ohma's. This was addicting.

She walked away from him - He had such a soft and innocent face... Was Ohma like that too, long before they met? When he was much younger? Deep in thought, Kisara wanted to go to Agito and just attempt to take a nap, leaning on his shoulder - But she saw him standing next to Retsudo. Lihito and Naoya were there too, staring down at... Someone. Her feet dragged her there - And that someone turned his head, and smirked as playfully as she usually does. "Ah, Miss CEO is here! What a delight!" it was the bodyguard that came to the infirmary after her fight. "Misasa? Wait - Don't tell me... It is you! You're the Eighth Fang of Metsudo!" he grinned even wider. "Miss CEO hasn't seen me fight, yet she guessed right. I'm flattered!" he chuckled lethargically. At this point, Lihito was drooling, looking down at the elegant silhouette of the red haired woman in front of him. "I'm happy for you. In fact - I'm very happy to see someone like you being acknowledged as strong enough for that title." compared to every other fighter, Kisara and Misasa looked absolutely tiny and slender. Though the new Fang was a few centimeters taller than her, and a bit more built, they were very much alike, especially with the tactics behind their techniques. "Yes, I bet you're happy. You must have gotten even stronger than before. I heard you were trained by Kano these years. I'm looking forward to your fight." Kisara smiled wryly. Lihito attempted to reach out to the girl, but he got his hands easily swatted away, without her even bothering to look at him. "I'm not in the lineup, sorry. But since you are - Make us proud, will you? You're the pride of cute, little people like us." she chuckled lightly, hearing him huff in amusement. "Just beat someone up and take their place. I'm sure that would be fun." Lihito started whining, making both the shorter fighters roll their eyes, not appreciating the conversation being disturbed like that. "What. The hell. Do you want." Kisara snapped her head at him - Only to get called out by Agito for cursing. "Sorry, Agito." she now hates that she made him promise to call her out for over cursing. It was a bad habit she picked up after Ohma's death, to relieve pent up tension, but she had to stop already, it went against her convictions. "Can I have your phone number?" Lihito asked, but received a negative answer. "Can I take you for a date?" again, no. "Then at least gimme your pussy!" The other four men around went silent. The pressure was immense, and the room suddenly felt much darker. Kisara's silent anger was enough for them to realise that, if Lihito continued with his antics, he might not have enough limbs and organs to actually fight in the competition. Before he could blink again, the blond idiot found himself breaking the shelf by the wall much behind him. The commotion made more people see what had happened. "What? It was just a punch. He should count his blessing." Kisara shrugged non-chalantly, only to hear a familiar, wicked laugh roaring through the plane - It made her groan. "Good one, babe!" she looked away from him. "I don't speak to traitors. Go jump off the plane. Nobody likes you." she said, side stepping Raian - And she had to continuously side-step him for a while, as he still tried to annoy her, like that irritating younger brother that won't leave you alone. "I should have stayed in Arizona." the woman groaned, going to hide behind Agito. "Tell that fuckass that I'm not friends with scummy, filthy traitors!" Agito and Retsudo looked confused between the Kure psycho and the fox-girl. "I WANT TO SEE YOU FIGHT, WOMAN!" "All the more reason NOT to!" she huffed. From the end of the room, Yamashita Kazuo and Ohma chuckled at the jovial interaction between the participants. They had a good roster - Things were bound to go well for Kengan. They had faith. "BUT I GET TURNED ON WATCHING YOU FIGHT!" Raian always knew how to exasperate her. "I'll gouge your eyes out!" he was clutching his sides painfully.

It seems the flight was a decent and short one, for they already arrived at Mt. Godslayer, the artificial dome created to look like a volcano-mountain. It was great, but for Kisara, nothing can compare to Katahara's island. All 13 fighters from Kengan were called on the stage, where the 13 Purgatory fighters were awaiting. For some reason, Naoya was dressed as a clown - That was weird. On the other hand, the fighters from Purgatory seemed rather intimidating. Most of them was dressed, except for a Julius-built guy, and some skeletal-like short man.

Yamashita and Kisara went to stay at the Kengan fighter waiting room - The others followed soon after. From there, they noticed Sayaka and Jerry Tyson from the commentator table. It was then that they were announced the ways of winning: Knock out or Ring out. Additionally, if someone kills their opponent, they are disqualified.

"Weaklings." Kisara spat. "That Ring-Out rule is bullshit. Only weaklings need to cheat to win a fight. Might as well bring secret weapons too." she scoffed in annoyance. The Kengan fighters were the real deal, and surely, they will be at a disadvantage when abiding the ring-out rule. It wasn't fair. "Ya heard her. Those guys must be a bunch of pussies if they need to ring-out to win. Ha! Those fuckin' pigs." Raian gruffed, his arms crossed to his chest in disgust. For an assassin and combat-master, this was an annoying rule - Most of the others were in agreement. "That just means we have to be extra careful. They are used to that rule, so they will try to take advantage of it." Wakatsuki pointed out. Yamashita, as the manager, explained that every three turns, a team must choose their fighter first, and the other must respond - And then they swap. "This sounds more like a chess game than a fighting game. Bullshit." Kisara was seemed the biggest hater of this tournament all of a sudden. "We must adapt to their rules, unfortunately. Everyone, be careful." Naoya looked absurd with that clown outfit on. "I really hope you won't fight in this silly get up." Kisara eyed him quietly, as everyone was fighting amongst themselves to assert who will fight first. "I'll go first." Agito declared solemnly. "No, you're like the general of the army. We need to save you for when wee need you most." Gaolang strategically pointed out. "I don't give a damn about your rules. I'll handle this myself." Akoya grumbled, ready to fight. Raian cheerfully laughed. "You're talkin' a lot of shit for a fuckin' pig~♪!" "Would you like to be the first to die?" Seishuu clenched his fists, threatening the Kure devil. "HUUUUH?! Did I hear that right? Who's gonna die here?" Raian's face looked as twisted as a Japanese Oni mask. "Okay, break it up, you two." Misasa calmly broke the two apart, but it was for naught. They continued to fight, whilst Yamashita came too, hoping to intervene and keep them away from each other. Ohma was done with them, whilst Wakatsuki was disappointed in them and wanted to sub them out. Masaki shaded them, whilst Nitoku was disgusted - And Lihito shrieked like a bratty, cheerful kid, wanting to be picked first. "FUCKING QUIEEEEEEETTTTT!" Kisara's loud voice made everyone stop and stare at her with wide, surprised eyes. One point for Hatsumi for teaching her the trick to that. "Fucking finally. You're all behaving like a bunch of stupid kindergarden kids. YOU'RE ADULT FIGHTERS, BEHAVE LIKE THAT! WHERE'S YOUR FIGHTER PRIDE?! YOU'RE EMBARRASSING US IN FRONT OF THOSE LOSERS!" now that she was able to get everyone's attention and scolded them appropriately, Gaolang nodded at her as a thanks. "I'll go first." he threw his coat to the ground, stepping into the rink. "Be careful, Gaolang. You can win, but be wary of the ring-out." Kisara reminded him, and he nodded in acknowledgement. "Thank you, Miss Kisara... But Gaolang already went ahead. Do you think that's good?" Yamashita Kazuo asked, Ohma walking right next to him. "It's not optimal, no. I hoped to put him as a retaliation, not as a first pick. Either way, I met Gaolang last year in Thailand. His fist is in perfect condition and he's gotten stronger than before. He has every chance to win by Knockout." the girl explained, abruptly turning with her back to her husband. "Kisara, let's talk." his voice made her shudder - But she didn't look back. She couldn't. Instead, she walked away and clinged onto Agito's arms, leaning on his side to get a good look at the ring. How long will she be able to keep this up, she didn't know, but she couldn't bare to face him and keep her emotions in check, let alone speak to him properly.

Gaolang's opponent was Carlos Medel, a former boxer that won every match, from the middle-weight class, all the way to the top of the heavy-weight class - And then, he gave up. He was too strong, and he had no competition. Not only that, but his manager was also a shithead, and Carlos couldn't get any matches, so he simply vanished from the public eye. He was a true legend and practically a God for his people in Mexico. "If he's a heavy-weight boxer, why is does he look skinnier than even me and Misasa?" Kisara asked, turning to the other fighters. "Yes, I wondered that myself." Nitoku put his glasses on and stared at the screen. "I don't know much about public sports, but aren't heavy-weights around 90 KG in just about every sport? He looks about 54... No, 53 kilograms at best." Ohma guessed. "That's far less than even me. I think that puts him about Miss CEO's weight, then. And counting his height, that's even weirder." Misasa pointed. "He's all skin and bones. Seems like there's not even a drop of sweat in him. Can he really fight like that?" Lihito pointed out - At that moment, Kisara gasped - A Eureka moment possessed her. "CAPOEIRA!" she gulped. "He must have become a dancer - Why else would he shave off half of his weight? He must be incredibly fast and agile to pull off those ridiculous moves. Besides - Capoeira was developed in Brasil. Brasil is in South America, and he's from Mexico, so not too far away, all things considered." "Shit, pretty girl might just be right." Raian grumbled. "How'd you guess?" Lihito asked, blinking in wonder. "Eddy and Christie from Tekken! You're right, it would make sense!" Naoya's comment made Kisara grin, "Exactly~! Although, my main is Sergei, the Russian Sambo babe." she winked at Nitoku playfully, who got flustered and confused.

Alisa, the referee, instructed the two fighters, had them take their stances - And declared the beginning of the fight. Gaolang quickly rushed to get a jab at him, but his punches slipped through - It was just like how Kuroki dodged everything with his inception of intent. This was clearly a very high-level fight. Carlos praised the Thai for his Flash jabs, watching as blood unexpectedly poured from his nose - And taunted him, saying he's faster than even light. It seemed that Medel was very eager to fight the Thai God of War.

"Gaolang could have dodged that, if the opponent had hostility behind that punch. He seems fine. He must be playing a psychological game or some shit." Ohma theorised - And it made sense, though Kisara wasn't happy with that notion. Gaolang went ahead to try and punch that jerk, but he had everything dodged, to the point that they're just throwing jabs at each other, and none land. It was impressive to watch. High-level. Agito acknowledge Wongsawat for having improved dramatically, and was especially moved by his recovery after the career-ending injury that he himself inflicted. He was truly strong. Both fighters got every close to hitting each other, guessing the intent - But from the stands, it looked as though Gaolang was getting a one-sided beating. "He's not landing anything! how come Gaolang's getting his ass kicked?!" Lihito despaired at the display before him. "Medel's got him beat in mobility." Wakatsuki noted. "But WHY?! WHY THE HELL'S GAOLANG HAVING TROUBLE WITH A LIGHT-WEIGHT?!" Naoya was gripping the railing and roaring so hard, it was unreal. "It would appear that we have misjudged Medel's true terror." Agito nodded his head, looking at Kisara. "What terror?" the blond asked, like a child questioning a teacher. "Look at Kisara's frame. Look at Misasa. Now look at his frame. It's not the frame of a heavy-weight. You can't just put on muscle until you're heavy enough for the heavy-weight class and expect to improve your potential. Just the opposite. Too much muscle for your frame can dampen your power. You could say that Medel became the top heavy-weight boxer, all while wearing 40 KG worth of weights. Do you think these two rely on the power of their punches like Wakatsuki and Julius, rather than speed, agility, tactics and weak-points?" Kano explained to those around him - In that moment, Gaolang was able to deliver a punch to his nose. "He was able to figure out Medel's pattern!" Kisara grinned, throwing herself at the railing to get a better look. The second body blow was dodged - And the third -- It surprised everyone. Medel was keeping himself on the ground, yet still raised, as if he was that chick from the exorcist. At light-speed, Carlor threw himself up and kicked at Gaolang's face as he jumped back to his feet and praised the Thai for out-punching him, yet continued to taunt and mock him, saying his strikes can even kill a God. What a cocky piece of shit.

Medel did a swift hand stand and delivered a kick, and with his other hand he grabbed Gaolang's ankle, landing another kick to his face, and though guarded, they landed. "So this is what Capoeira looks like. There are MAYBE two people at most who use that in public Martial Arts... But I suppose, since it's the underground..." Naoya was visibly angry. "But his Capoeira style is pretty weird. I haven't seen anything like this.. Though, I only saw this in games and anime." Kisara pointed out, unable to pry her eyes away. "There are two main styles of Capoeira, namely Angola and Regional... There's also a school called Contem-Poranea, but it doesn't fit either of them." Masaki explained, serenely reading his book. "Well, that explains how his movements are so different from the Capoeirista I fought once." Misasa added to the conversation. "Medel's probably added his own spin to it, to better fuse it with his boxing." Naoya pointed out. "A Mexican boxer doing Brazilian Martial arts? I'll be a monkey's uncle." Lihito chuckled. "Nitoku is a Japanese man using Russian Sambo. I'm a Japanese girl, using Russian Systema. Cosmo is a Japanese boy using Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. Boxing became a sport in England. Not everything was invented in our country, so there's no need to be so shocked." the red head shrugged, unsure of why they were so shocked. "Huh. Now that you put it that way..." Lihito mumbled. "Yo, hey - I wanna fight next, a'ight? Imma go piss. Keep me updated!" he ran away faster than they could blink. "Idiot." Kisara huffed, looking back at the fight.

Medel continued to dance and throw a variety of kicks at Gaolang, while he was blocking and parrying - It seemed that the Thai was analysing - Until he moved in for a punch, only for Carlos to slide to the ground and painfully hit the boxer's ankle, making him kneel to the ground, only to receive a powerful fast kick. "GAOLANG!!" he could hear his team-mates calling out his name, as he was cursing himself for his stupidity. He should have realised - He was using boxing, capoeira and digong-quan all blended together, so it was no wonder he couldn't recognise pure-capoeira from the start. Carlos wasn't a boxing genius, but a striking genius, and Capoeira's moves were the most compatible ones for his skinny body, and exactly what his boxing was lacking. He was trying to take out Gaolang's legs by going for his joints - That meant he couldn't do any footwork, nor work any of his Muay Thai kicks.

Medel tried to shatter Gaolang's right fist once again - But was met with a great surprise. "Forget it. No one can shatter my fist anymore." Kisara felt herself breathless. Though he didn't shatter any of his bones, his skin was scrapped enough to draw blood. Gaolang followed up with a jab, but Carlor went for a low leap and went back to boxing - But he got heavily hit in the gut. Carlos was on the ground and the ref declared a Down, and she started the countdown. "This is bullshit! They should let him fuck that guy up until he can't take it anymore! This is the underground, not public sport!" "Calm down." Agito put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it, knowing she will feel better. "WAY TO GO, GAOLAAAAAAANG!!!!! MY ETERNAL RIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLL!!!" out of literally nowhere, Saw Paing jumped to his feet, waving a huge flag with Gaolang's name on it. From his seat, Karo the Fisherman was also waving a similar flag. "What the --" Kisara muttered, bewildered at the Burmese. On the count of two, Carlos jumped to his feet.

But although Medel attempted to recover with quick and shallow breathing, he still suffered considerable damage. Gaolang didn't allow him any break. Medel was clearly on the look for Gaolang's right after that massive body blow he received. And then - The Thai God of War, the Boxing Genius - Gaolang Wongsawat switched to Muay Thai. "GO, GAOLANG, GO!!!" Kisara shrieked his name, thrilled to see him properly use Muay Thai and kick his opponent. He landed three clean hits and even an uppercut to his chin. They were so close to the end of the end of the arena - Everyone was cheering for him, but Kisara was horrified. "IT'S THE EDGE!!! GAOLANG!!" this sobered up the Kengan fighters and tried to yell at him - But there was probably no way anyone except for Saw Paing could be heard through the ruckus made by the auditorium.

With his follow up punch to the face, people saw Medel fall to the ground - They thought Gaolang had won - But Carlos had one more trick up his sleeve. With the last bit of strength he had left, he wrapped his legs around Gaolang's waist and brought him out of the ring. It was a double ring out, and Gaolang was declared the loser. Kisara was shaking with anger, and not even Kano Agito could calm her down. She wanted to march to Carlos and rip his head right off.

With complete shame and self-hatred, Gaolang returned to the Kengan waiting room and slumped on a chair, a towel covering his head. "Sorry. My pride was my undoing." Kisara, not even caring that she'd get sweat on her good clothes, threw her arms around her friend and hugged him with all her might. "It wasn't your pride, but their shit rules. For us, you won, Gaolang. Be proud of yourself. You're the strongest." "Exactly. It wasn't your fault. This could have happened to any of us." Ohma comforted the boxer - It was weird, hearing Ohma being so.... Humane. Her heart was beating so fast, just hearing his voice. "Kisara and Tokita Ohma are right. Lift your head up, we all know who the real winner is." Agito acknowledged him once more. "Don't worry about it, Gaolang. I'll make this up for you next match." surprisingly, Ryuki spoke for the first time. "This should remind us all that we have to win on Purgatory terms." Masaki agreed. "WE AIN'T GONNA LET GAOLANG'S LOSS BE FOR NOTHIN'!!! WE'RE GONNA WIN THIS!!!!!" Naoya roared into the room, attempting to fire up everyone. "Speaking of - We should choose the next fighter." Yamashita Kazuo pointed out. "Lihito said he wanted to go next, didn't he? Where is he?" as soon as Misasa spoke up, the door opened, revealing a beaten up Lihito. Everyone was in shock - What the hell happened? "Gah... I got beaten up in the toilet... I don't know who those fuckers were... But fuck, it's bad..." Raian only laughed, remembering the way he scared him half to death during the last tournament. "We're one man down. Did the Purgatory do this? Were they so afraid of us after watching Gaolang destroy their fighter?" Nitoku wondered also. "Who the fuck cares? They only made their grave! Those shitheads have no idea that we have a stronger fighter to take that weakling's place!" Raian wickedly grinned - All at once, everyone's eyes turned to Kisara. "Kisara was trained by Kano and Hatsumi for a while now. I think she'd do well." Wakatsuki voted in favour. "Wait, Miss Kisara can fight?!" Ryuki's eyes widened in shock. "Can fight, he asks. Miss CEO here gave Wakatsuki a run for his money." Misasa chuckled mischievously. "We're going to lose." Akoya spoke, but nobody even looked at him. "Go on, Kisara. You can do it." Agito encouraged her. "Yamashita Kazuo. Announce the refs that Hasashi Kisara will be replacing Lihito as a fighter." Ohma smirked proudly - Unintentionally, Kisara looked at him, and as soon as they shared eye contact, her cheeks reddened. "Fine." she sighed, releasing Gaolang from the embrace. "I do have almost three years of pent up anger... And some revenge as a bonus. Don't worry, Gaolang. I'll bring them hell." she patted his hair, earning a smile and a thank you. "No -- Wait, guys, I can still fight!" though Lihito was practicing his moves, in truth, hardly anybody minded the change. "Shut the fuck up, ya whiny pig~♪" Raian cackled, watching Kisara calmly walk up to Lihito - In a split second, she had performed the Dragon Shot that Agito used on Hatsumi, yet this time, it was perfected, and Lihito was groveling on the ground. "Let's face it, Lihito. You're useless. You trained with Master Kuroki, the best fighter in the world - Yet even now, you're the biggest loser. I don't do overkill, but if you piss me off, I might get blood on my boots." she stepped on his head. "But you're -- You can't! You fought before, but you can't compare to those guys! Master Kuroki taught me well! I- I can overcome this, gimme a cha--- HUFGH" he was left breathless by a kick to his stomach that slammed him into the wall. "What did I say about the blood, damn it." Kisara rolled her eyes and went back to sit on one of the chairs. Instinctively, Agito knelt by her side, helping her with the boots, then handed her the haori and kitsune mask that she always keeps in her bag. "Good thing you came prepared." he smirked proudly. "Yeah, tell me about it. Somehow, I always end up in situations like this. What would you guys do without me?" she chuckled cheerfully, taking off the turtleneck, showing off the black crop top she sported, and changing her jeans to the high waisted pants - It was the same outfit she had when she fought Wakatsuki, the man realised. Ah, the memories. Kano took the sword from her hip and tied her hair up, as she fixed the haori on her shoulders - But just before she put on the mask... "The necklace." Agito's comment froze the girl. Ohma smiled, watching her slowly reach to the ring on the chain and hold it to her heart - Only to quickly take it off and, with one last look at it, she went to Gaolang, placing it preciously into his palm. "I swear on this little thing that I will win. For you. For all of us. I have begun my life thanks to the Kengan Association. I owe it, and everyone here, my well-being and happiness. I, Hasashi Kisara, the Queen of the Kengan Matches, swear to win my match against that Purgatory fuckass." she clenched her other fist and smirked in victory. "FUCK YEAHHHH, THAT'S THE SPIRIT, BABE! GO FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP!" Raian's obnoxious cheer made her laugh, and with one last stretch of her limbs, she stepped towards the ring. "Hasashi Kisara." she stopped in her tracks abruptly. "The mask." that cheeky voice of his... Jerk. Still, although she didn't answer, Kisara put the mask on and stepped in the arena.

"AND HERE COMES THE QUEEN OF THE KENGAN MATCHES! THE SECOND FIGHTER FOR THE KENGAN ASSOCIATION IS THE KITSUNE!" Sayaka's voice called out. "IT'S THE KITSUNE FOR THE KENGAN ASSOCIATION VS. THE OGRE, FOR THE PURGATORY!!! ROUND TWO OF THE COMPETITION IS UNDERWAY!!!

A guy that seemed to be shorter than Wakatsuki's height came forward. He was also very well build, and he had bandaged around his wrists and forearms. He wore a shirt and shorts. After fighting with Wakatsuki and Agito, this guy didn't seem all that scary at all anymore, although - He grinned wickedly at her, almost looking like Raian - And he stuck his tongue out, revealing what looked like a white tattoo of a centipede. Kisara gasped. "Worm!" she instinctively stepped backwards. The man laughed ominously, getting in a wrestler-like stance. "Imma wring your neck, Princess! I can't decide whether I should fuck you, then kill you, or reverse!" She gagged in disgust. "I'm married, fuck off." she sneered at him. "FIIIIIGHT!" Alisa's yell echoed throughout the place.

Kisara kept into a high guard and as soon as the Ogre approached, she swiped at the ground, mimicking the way Agito scared off Hatsumi in the very beginning. The guy's going to think she was specialised in kicks, to get the maximum range, due to her small frame. As soon as he threw the first punch at her face, Kisara easily side-stepped and gripping his wrist, threw him to the edge of the arena, sliding over the ground, yet not quite there yet. "What is it, fuck-ass? Doesn't look that great when your weakling rules work against you, huh? Purgatory must be filled with weak cowards like you who need rules like Down or Ring-Out to get any win!" Kisara taunted him, earning a battle roar from her enemy. In the stands, her friend had mixed reactions to her taunting. Gaolang was tightly holding the ring into his hand, knowing perfectly well how much it meant for her. In an instant, the Ogre came at her with a barrage of jabs which drove her backwards all the way to the edge - He went in for a palm-heel this time, to push her off, but as if she teleported, Kisara was behind him, aiming a hit - But the jerk had abruptly turned around and cut her abdomen slightly. "Just as I thought. Women really have sensitive skin." it was the same problem as with Cosmo and his need to wear shirts for his grappling. She couldn't understand what technique this guy was using, even though she was fast enough to dodge his hits, he still managed to cut her face, though when aiming for the shoulder, neck or chest, he didn't damage anything. Kisara found herself close to the edge once again. "You're just a small bitch who thinks she can fight, but all you do is run around!" he didn't get that talking shit would get him to the ground, as Kisara leaned back and cleaved at his leg, and when he lost balance, she jumped on his thigh - Wakatsuki remembered the follow up, but this time, it was different. Kisara used his shoulders to get herself above him, and with one hand deep in his hair, she dragged him down, followed by a kick to his nose. "DOWN!! LET THE COUNT DOWN BEGIN!" her friends were cheering for her loudly. "Pathetic bitches like you need this countdown to take a break, otherwise, you'd just die. Loser." Kisara stepped away from him. Alisa counter to 5 before the Ogre got up. "I'll burn you alive." Kisara grinned behind her mask. "HOW DID YOU DO THAT, BITCH?!" Misasa was humming in amusement from the stands - The girl knew as well as him how to take advantage of weak spots and well-timed hits. Kano taught her well. "HOW MUCH ARE YOU GONNA PISS ME OFF TODAY, HUH?! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TRY TO FUCK ME OFF?!" he went in a low stance and went at the speed of light, hoping to grab at her shins - But Kisara grabbed him by the face and delivered a powerful knee. He was blown backwards, so Kisara went in for a flash of jabs like Gaolang taught her, aiming all vitals. The Thai smiled from the stands, silently cheering for her. She ended her combo by landing a punch to his temple and a chop to his wind pipe.

The Ogre was writhing on the ground, and Alisa called for another Count Down. "IS THAT ALL THE PURGATORY CAN DO?! IS THAT ALL?! NO WONDER YOU NEED SO MANY THINGS TO HELP YOU OUT WITH YOUR MATCHES, YOU'RE ALL SHIT AT THIS! IF YOU CAN'T EVEN WIN BY A KNOCKOUT, HOW ABOUT YOU GET A NEW JOB AND LET THE PROS FIGHT PROPERLY! THIS ISN'T A PUBLIC MATCH, THIS IS THE UNDERGROUND!" "She's having too much fun." Takeshi was the first to point out, worried for the girl, but Ohma was quick to reassure him. "She's taunting her opponent into making mistakes. Don't forget who you fought against, Wakatsuki. She's even better than before." he was enjoying the fight very much. "Miss Kisara is strong. She proved that to me with that hand-shake alone. She'll be fine." Nitoku spoke, watching the fight intently.

The Ogre was up once again, and he rushed at the girl, balancing on his toes to do some kind of spin, continued by a kick, which Kisara easily parried and used his ankle to thumble him to the ground - But he was able to do a handstand and got in a grapple-stance - The Kitsune was easily able to chop to get out of his range and immobilised his arm in a tight-lock. Nitoku's eyes widened - Pure Systema move at its finest, just as she said before - But the Kengan fighters all let out collective gasps and called out her name as soon as, with sheer strength, Kisara's body was raised, and the opponent produced a knife from his shirt, stabbing her abdomen and letting her fall on her feet, delivered a blow to her face. Her head ended up handing from the edge of the arena, mask broken around the ring, and she was panting from the shock and pain. Alisa declared the fight to end, but the fallen one yelled. "NO! DON'T END IT!" she coughed painfully, rolling to her knees, and lethargically getting up. "I don't care about this stupid match and your stupid rules. I want to win. If Purgatory people need to resort to weapon to win in a fight, FINE BY ME! The match will continue!" Alisa watched, freaked out, as the woman used her forearm to wipe away the blood from her face. "Ehh~? The little whore's still up for playing? How cute!" the Ogre laughed. "We're fighting to the death." Kisara declared, adrenaline going so far through her veins that she forgot all about pain. Her rage was the sole thing going through her body. She lunged at the man's arm, and just like before, got him in a lock, but instead of attempting to break his arm, she broke his elbow by bringing it on her knee, which allowed her to snatch the knife away and throw it our of the arena. "You're a fucking shame to every fighter in the world! You fucking Worm!" with a grin on her face, Kisara got in a Formless stance.

"Whoa, no way, that's your stance Kano!" Naoya gasped in shock - Seeing someone other than Agito doing that was almost weird. She was the first to rush in and feint a low grapple, only to follow up by throwing herself at his feet to make him stumble and get behind him - He was unsure on his feet as he turned around to grab her, but she allowed herself to fall backwards and propped her body on her hands, kicking her heel at his chin, driving him backwards - But she jumped back to her feet and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards her and performing a Dragon shot. He gasped blood, his body frozen as he was sent flying to the other end of the arena once more. Kisara wanted to make him suffer as much as possible. Agito told her all about these Worm fuckers and all the horrors they did - More, the fact that she found out about their involvement in the whole mess Ohma was pushed into... In her mind, it was the Worms who killed him.

This time, it took 8 counts for the Ogre to get up - He rushed with a punch to her face, which she evaded, using an elbow to his chest, and engaged in a rain of jabs and kicks with her opponent, who mirrored her every move. "Do you know who my master was, little bitch? It was Tokita Niko himself!" he got a palm heel to his chin - But as he reeled back, he was somehow able to fall on his feet, going limp to disperse the damage, following a rush and a heavy punch that Kisara had to block by using the Indestructible on her arm. Ohma wanted to feel proud, but hearing that name again didn't sit right with him. "I'll show you what real power is!" he tried to use the same damning technique to her diaphragm, but she was able to kick him to the face - Yet she got her foot swept and fell to the ground. The enemy tried to do a WWE type of elbow-fall to her, so she rolled quickly and rushed at him, getting his arm on a hold and grappled to the ground for power, only to get overpowered and Kisara was lifted, despite the tight hold she was keeping on his joints, and was thrown to the ground, trying to block repetitive kicks to her body after being stomped on where she got stabbed. "YOU BETTER THANK ME! YOU'LL GET KILLED BY THE ULTIMATE POWER OF THE WORM! THE PERFECTED POWER OF TOKITA NIKO!" but he couldn't get through with more than that more kick alone, as she continued blocking with the indestructible. If Agito couldn't break her, neither can this fuckass. "You're too loud." Kisara grumbled, using the opponent's ankle to swipe her body around and roll away, and she delivered an uppercut to his chin that she continued with a kick to the groin, and using his thigh to jump up once again, she hit him hard in the head with her elbows, slamming his face into the ground, before kicking his side, plummeting him to the other side of the arena. Her war cry, along with the blood falling to the ground showed the end of the match was near - Either she defeated him, or she would fall from the blood loss. "FUCKING WHORE, I'LL KILL YOU AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE! I'LL DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU EVER HELD DEAR IN YOUR LIFE!" he rushed in with another punch, but she she easily used the Hatsumi trick to evade and deliver a punch to his face. "YOU FUCKING KILLED MY HUSBAND, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" no one heard such anguish, except for Agito. Finally, Kisara was beginning to spill her emotions into the match. "YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED TOKITA OHMA! I'LL FUCKING RIP YOU APART, YOU FUCKASS!" she was clutching her stabbed side, watching the guy get up. He looked weird, changed, almost monstrous. It looked an awful lot like the Removal, but also, not quite what Raian had. It was dubious. "BEWARE THE ULTIMATE POWER OF THE GUIHUN! I'LL BURY YOU ALIVE!" Kisara found herself being sent rolling to the ground, all the way across the ground. Panting and coughing, and her hair no longer tied, but all over her face. She looked up, a hand brushing the red curtain off - And saw how close to the edge she was. Shit, even the indestructible isn't strong enough for this thing.

Kisara listened to the countdown - She needed a break, her whole body was killing her. Fuck this guy. 7... 8... 9.... The Kitsune was back on her feet and ran around the fucker to avoid the edge and evaded all his punches until he attempted a chop - She grabbed his hand and applied the right pressure to get him kneeling, so she could deliver Hatsumi's triple cloud strike technique. But he merely laughed. "You think that tickle can defeat me?! HA! HAHAHAHAHA!!!" he tried to stomp her down - The ground almost felt that it shook - He tried another punch, and another, but they were so powerful that they became aimless, so they were easy to dodge. In a final attempt to do something with his raw strength, the Ogre grabbed the woman by her middle and squeezed as hard as she could. "KISARA!!!" she could hear some people screamed her name, thinking she would get squished to death. The blood was pouring out faster than before from all that pressure, but Naoya and Gaolang saw her face. Despite the blood, that animalistic grin that matched Kano's was painted on, and they almost shuddered. "It's over." Agito, too, smirked in pride. "You taught her well, Kano. Thanks." Ohma watched as she delivered Kano's most powerful technique, which in turn, became her trump card as well. Most effective at point-blank range, she properly delivered the Dragon shot to his jaw. "MY NAME IS TOKITA KISARA!!!" she watched as the man's eyes rolled in his skull. "AND!!!" with her last strength, she kicked him out of the arena also. "AND THE MATCH HAS BEEN CALLED!!!" Alisa roared, and Kisara's picture on the screen remained lit, having WINNER underneath, whilst the Ogre's had LOSE underneath, and was lights out. "I'M THE QUEEN OF THE KENGAN MATCHEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" her friends chuckled in relief, as her shriek resounded so loudly that she put Saw Paing to shame. Her friends cheering for her victory was even louder.

On stumbling feet, she dragged herself to snatch the knife and went to the Ogre's body. "Someone go get her quickly." Agito commanded, realising her intent. "THIS IS A DECLARATION OF WAR -- TO ALL OF YOU, FUCKING WORMS! AND YOU, PURGATORY, CAN'T FAIL ME AFTER WINNING!" Kisara coughed out some blood. "I WILL SKIN ALL OF YOU WORMS ALIVE! IT'S THE END OF YOU!" before anyone could reach her, Kisara had already cut off his tongue and slashed his belly open, as if it was seppuku - She was back on her feet, holding the tongue with the white centipede tattoo on it. "All of you will end like this." she laughed, watching as one of the fighters... Or was it a sub? Or a friend of theirs? Ran over, and he was crying. "You -- You monster! How dare you do that! HOW DARE YOU?! You make a mockery out of our home, the Purgatory, and now -- Now you kill us?! I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT IS LIKE TO GET KILLED!" the man got in a fighting stance and rushed at her blindly, but she easily used a redirection kata move and made him stumble to the ground behind her. Maybe he wasn't really a fighter, that was too bratty. She saw some of her friends prancing to her side, looking all tough and menacing, while she looked like a real hot mess. From the other side, the Purgatory fighters came over, but not to start a fight, but get that person leave already. The guy tried to pounce on her from behind, but before he could, Ohma punched him away. Kisara grinned weakly - She knew he would do that. The man who looked like the leader of the Purgatory fighters grabbed their friend up by the shirt and dragged him away. Another apologised. "The woman literally got stabbed by that idiot, and still won her fight - What more do you want? He was the idiot who got himself killed, don't blame her. He had it coming." one of them scolded that friend. "Sorry, you guys, we don't know where he came from. He wasn't chosen for the lineup so he's bitter. And that was his friend, or whatever. We'll take care of him." as her friends grunted and glared at them until they left, Kisara threw a peace sign and stumbled forth, fighting to keep herself up. "Great. I need a shower. Toodles, bitches." she chuckled weakly, waving them off. "Good luck. I'll come and watch the next match. Better be good."

Though Wakatsuki wanted to go get her to the infirmary himself, Ohma stopped him. He knew she needed to go through this alone - Or, rather said, he already had his own plan that will involve making up with her, but also making sure she doesn't die before she gets to the infirmary. After that reckless declaration of war, anything could happen to her. Worms with the white tattoo were dangerous. Agito threw Kisara's bag at him, and Gaolang gave him the necklace - And he walked towards the infirmary, making sure she wasn't being attacked. Only Carlos was in the infirmary, and although Kisara wanted to shit on him for being such a shit-winner, he was graceful, so she lost all resolve.

Hanafuse came over to her, ready to clean the wound and stitch it up - But she stopped him. Instead, she had him bandage her wound, saying she will stitch the injury herself after getting a shower - The blond simply huffed in amusement and gave her the tools she needed. A doctor is a doctor to the end, even if they also fight. The priority of those doesn't matter.

Finally, the woman was able to make her way to the showers, and though it was even more painful to strip, the adrenaline no longer overpowering the agony surging through her veins, she barged into a stall and let the warm water fall down her aching body. She hissed, punching on the wall, barely keeping herself standing. Her legs were shaking, and she was struggling to breathe. She didn't hear the door opening, nor the resounding steps, until the stall door swung open, and she heard a chuckle. "And I thought I was the stubborn one." "My resolve was to ignore you, but I'm too weak to follow through to the end." her fists unclenched, and her fingers were dragging down the wall, her forehead glued to its coldness. "I can't... Stand up..." she muttered. Ohma looked down at the way her whole body was trembling, struggling to keep itself straight, and he took off his clothes, stepping into the shower and holding her body. He hoped he'd see her again under different circumstances - Though, at least, he was holding a winner in his arms, and she had every reason to be the cocky princess that she was in the arena. "I never did reciprocate, every time that you washed my hair for me." his wet hand caressed her face, and with droopy eyes, she leaned into his touch, a weak, content smile on her face. "I never did allow you." she chuckled at him. "I hate you." she declared, feeling a tear blend down with the water falling down from the shower. "I hate you so much. You have no idea how much I hate you for making me go through the hell of losing you. If I had any power in my body, I would rip every piece of your body, and stitch you back, just to skin you alive." her voice had broken. "But fuck - You have no idea how much I missed you." Ohma left her crying, and found her, crying again. "I'm the worst husband in the world, aren't I?" he cradled her face into his large hands, leaning down to kiss her busted lips. "I didn't realise how good it felt to kiss a bust lip. No wonder you liked kissing me so much." she laughed softly, only to cringe and twist in pain. "Don't make me laugh, it hurts." she let out a guttural groan. "But you can continue kissing me... And more, when we go back home." "I have almost three years of making up to you, but this time, I'm not going anywhere." he then smirked down at her. "Tokita Kisara, huh?" "You did propose to me, remember?" he nodded, propping her up and helping her properly clean up. "When I was dying, I hoped you'd find someone to fall for. When I woke up and went to live with the Kure family, I wished that you wouldn't. When the time was right, I hoped to date you again. Properly, this time, unlike when I was that meat head with no memories." once again, she had to stop herself from chuckling. "Selfish bastard." she muttered faintly. "I tried to get over you, you know. I tried. Desperately, even." she admitted. "Kano?" she nodded. "He's a good man. When I spotted you together, so close, I thought you were dating him. You looked happy with him." she nodded once again. "I am happy with him. He was the only one I had. We got each other through all our problems. Maybe... Eventually... Years from now, if you hadn't come back, I would have dared. But three years wasn't nowhere close to enough." Kisara felt herself being kissed once again. "Forgive me. I was afraid the Worms will come after you, that's why I kept it a secret. Raian wanted to tell you, but we all agreed to keep everything under wraps until we could strike. With everything going on, we had to act." Ohma put his forehead to hers. "Forgive me, Kisara." "I forgave you the second I saw you." she admitted, hearing a soft, amused exhale.

After she was able to get herself cleaned, Ohma helped her dry up and dress in the turtleneck and jeans she was dressed in the beginning. Keeping the blouse up, he watched as she shakily stitched herself up, wincing and gritting her teeth in pain, and in the end, he helped in tightly wrap it around her abdomen. He helped her stand up, then knelt to zip her boots up - But he didn't raise. Instead, he took the necklace from his pocket and unchained the ring. Ohma gingerly held her hand, and grinned up at her. "Properly, this time. Hasashi Kisara, will you marry me?" "It's Tokita Kisara, silly. For three years now." she grinned, watching him slip the ring on her finger, and more, when he embraced her and brought her into a deep kiss. "And now, it's the Queen of the Kengan Matches."

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flutteringfable · 11 months

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gonna be doodling some stuff of my self insert and venti for his bday soon, but for now, take a short list of some cute headcanons bc i’m in a very kissing venti mood rn (when am i not tbh hes very kissable)

fable loves cats. venti is allergic. i’m sure you can see the problem here.

after they get together, fable doesn’t spend as much time at the cat’s tail for venti’s sake, but they still can’t help but pat the stray kitties and visit for tcg matches

venti will whine about it for hours

“fableeeeeeee how am i supposed to cuddle you if you’re covered in cat haiiirrrrr >:(“

“i’m sorry, ven, you know i can’t help it D:”

fable makes sure to change clothes and shower asap bc otherwise venti won’t shut up + they don’t wanna miss out on venti cuddles

festivals are both of their favorite events in mondstadt

venti likes having time to perform more often (+ higher chances of getting paid for it) and fable likes excuses to dress up since adventuring isn’t exactly ideal for wearing their fancier/nicer clothes

they love dancing together! the one thing venti loves more than performing is dancing with fable while someone else is performing

nicknamessss:

venti to fable: fay, darling, love, my muse, windblume

fable to venti: venven, ven, baby, sweetheart, dear

both of them are pretty bad at getting up early

venti is always drowsy in the morning, regardless of how long he’s slept. fable just likes lying in bed and cuddling with him.

both of them love to sing!

sometimes venti will take fable with him when he performs, partly because he loves showing them off and partly because he loves singing duets with them.

fable likes to be wrapped in venti’s wings

whenever venti takes his god form (which is a lot more common now that he knows fable likes it) fable will almost immediately be stuck to him, nuzzling up against him and petting his wings

they nap together a lot

venti’s lap is so soft. source? just trust me bro

theyre both very cuddly, no matter the temperature, so whenever they sleep with each other they’ll be practically glued completely to each other

venti likes to sleep with his head on fable’s chest

he likes hearing their heartbeat and knowing they’re alive

they can pick each other up! theyre both smol and light but they have a lot of muscle from combat so they like to casually pick each other up

i have a feeling a total of maybe like three people care but if you wanna ask questions abt them (NOT nsfw) go ahead i like talking about them a lot 👉👈

#fable writes 💫#venti genshin impact #venti the bard #genshin oc x canon #oc x canon #fable marblemaw #fable x venti

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underestimated-heroine · 2 years

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9th reference post! Someone stop me.

(sorry if I reblog, it's only to keep from losing this to the sands of time! Also anyone's free to reblog or save this as is the mode on Tumblr Dot Com. Links go to my blog because it's the best, easy way I have to make sure I don't lose posts to deletion.)

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seayours-squad · 2 years

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welcome!

yes, so we did start off the blog with fourteen posts about who’s the hottest ;)) here’s something slightly more formal!

helloooo! welcome to our blog! we are the ✨ seayours squad ✨ - gay (and allies), chaotic and memey. we’re a group of online friends who have known each other for around 1-3 years and decided to branch out by making a tumblr :)) expect a very wide and interesting range of content including - but not limited to - memes, incorrect quotes, rants, aesthetics, inside joke explanations and more! and so without further ado, introducing the members of the seayours squad!

*insert drum roll noise*

🌻 SUNNY @caramelcrappuccino

she/they - lesbian, self-proclaimed fashion guru. genshinner (ar45) hobbies include writing, playing the ukelele, reading and learning kpop dance choreography! :D i also like boba! plushies! kpop girl groups! previously married to via but currently single *lipbite*

🍟 VIA @starlight-and-stardust-in-clouds

she/her - i’m horrible at writing bios, cats > dogs, i love to listen to musicals and read(but only when i’m pretending my homework doesn’t exist), fries are the best, and i’m bi :D

🪐 LUCY @cosmically-lucy

she/her - perpetually perplexed. hobbies include watching too many tv shows, staring at the night sky, reading the same book over and over again, playing the ukulele, and “writing”

💙 KALEA @starrisea

she/her - bisexual, dancer, ambivert, reading, baking, music, musicals, marvel, boba, blue, tropical places/the water, platonically in love with and married to summer and bakie (mainly summer within seayours and bakie outside of it) #summalea

🎶 ROBIN @stubborn-sapphism

she/all - clueless sapphic with chickens. saxophone (alto & tenor), clarinet, singing, hater of sightreading, red, blades > skates, “writing”, musicals, gay children’s shows, cacti on the windowsill & veggies in a planter :) culture? what’s that? one half of reminx, the best ship <3

🔥PHOENIX @hon-hon-croissant

she/her - knows literally nothing about herself which is why she has existential crisises daily, reading, marvel, drawing and painting, baking, and the other half of reminx, the best ship ;)

🍂 ELLE @sparkelled

she/her - not to copy phoenix but i also dont know anything about myself! so not sure what to write here but i am married to via and she is great <3 i am also very much a jily and wolfstar shipper, i like reading when i actually do it and i’m in love with like 30 different fictional characters which i would list here but it would get too long

⛅️ SUMMER

🐈‍⬛ KAT

🐝 BEE

🍯 HONEY

☕️ BAKIE

🐓 BIRDI

📚 FINLEY

📝 BRIGHT

💫 STARR

🍒 CHERRY

✊ FEMI

🐥 DUCKY

🕶 CHAYA

🌹 ADDYR

🤺 ELLA

📖 TIPPI

💕 ADDY ARTIQUE & EVE

unfortunately no longer with us - we love you both and wish you luck in your futures!

#seayours #squad #seayours squad #online friends #chaos #this post took forever to finish hhhh #i bet this is gonna die really soon because we'll fixate on it together for a short period of time and then it'll be like it never happened

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akaashisbabydoll · 4 years

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KARASUNO REACTS: THEY HEARD YOU MET THAT ONE GUY WHO BULLIED YOU IN MIDDLE SCHOOL

You're a freshman. You're Hinata's classmate and bestie. You both get along because you both are loud and energetic af. Sometimes you have your own days but Hinata got used to it already.

Hinata joined the Karasuno Volleball Club and one day he just introduced you to everybody. You all get along even though sometimes you think Tsukisihima doesnt really care about you but Yamaguchi always assures you that, that is not the case.

You dont really have a club yet so you just go help Yachi and Kiyoko prepare things before, during and after a match or practice. Basically, the whole volleyball team was your home.

You always go watch their practice matches and official matches. You went with them on training camps too. Met a lot of strange people but became friends with them as well. Especially when you're with Hinata, anybody can be your friend. He's the king of compliments and motivation.

The team is your family too. They have a special place in your heart and they are a part of your life. They know everything about you and so they take care of you like you're the youngest crow in the family. Sometimes they go overboard especially Tanaka and Noya. You are not even sure if they want to protect you or push you to do stupid things.

They know everything about you especially how people hurt you. You're a crybaby. You've got a soft heart. You forgive easily, you get hurt easily and you believe people easily.

They got an official match and the school not far from Karasuno was also included. Little did you know one of the players was your middle school bully. You always get taken aback whenever you remember or see anything from your past. You got traumatized. Your whole body shakes.

Thats why when you saw that guy in the hallway talking with his teammates your whole body was shaking and you were trying to stop it or minimize it at least. You're scared to distract the team. You dont want them to worry.

"Hey..." your tangerine bestie nudged you on your side with his elbow, "...you good?" He asked you sincerely. Worry is written all over his face, this is why you dont want them to worry.

"O-of course. W-why would-dn't I?" You tried to answer.

"Ohh. Ok then. Let's go?" the tangerine hesitantly asked.

The whole team is preparing for their match while you are sitting on the bench, holding a notebook and a pen. You’re trying your best to control your shaken state.

You’re looking at the ground trying your best not to cry and not to distract the whole team for their upcoming first match of the day and the season. You know how much they want to go to nationals and you were there in every camps they’re into. So of all people you know how much they want to win.

You were concentrating on how you should control yourself when someone knelt in front of you and cupped your shaking hands with his. You raised your head and you saw the Captain of the team, Daichi. Behind him are the whole team looking at you with worried eyes.

“Whatever you’re thinking. Whatever you saw. We’re here. We’ll always be here.” The captain assured you which made you teary eyes. You looked on your left and there’s Yachi at the verge of crying and on your right is Kiyoko smiling wholeheartedly at you.

You sniffed and all the boys were frozen. After three seconds they started to panic. Asahi being the first one on that list, “Uh--Uhhh what should we do. What did we do? W-what did you do Daichi?”

“Me? Why are you blaming me? I didn’t do anything!” Daichi replied.

“Will you two stop? Who’s got a puppy here? Who brought something?! No one?! No one did?! Didn’t I tell you all kids to carry something all the time?!” Suga yelled almost heard in the whole gymnasium.

“Suga-san you didn’t bring anything either.” Ennoshita pointed out.

“I---I did, it was on my pants. I forgot to take it out in my pocket.” Suga said while scratching his nape.

“OH! OH! OH! I know something that can make y/n smile!” Noya excitedly said. Then he suddenly made eye contact with Tanaka, Hinata and Kageyama. Tanaka and Hinata grinned, obviously want to do whatever they’re going to do. Kageyama’s face turned blank. “D-Do we really have to do that? Here? In the gymnasium? Where all players can see us?” He asked.

The three looked at him scarily. “Do you want to see y/n smile or not?” Tanaka asked him.

“Y-you know guys, it’s fine. Kageyama you don---” you were cut off when Kageyama sighed and said yes. Then they suddenly sang and danced that song Meat God where they composed on the spot, one day at summer camp.

The whole team laughed so loud. Tsukkishima shaking his head probably wondering why he’s in this team. Yamaguchi enjoying it so much that he got to film it.

“OK! That’s enough! You all get ready, the game will start in ten minutes!” Coach Ukai said while trying to hold back his laughter. Takeda not even trying to hide his laughter and just laughing his ass off. All eyes were on your team.

“Wish us luck y/n!” they all yelled except Noya and Tanaka asked luck from Kiyoko as well.

They don’t even need luck because you know yourself that their hard work and dedication is stronger than just luck.

While the others were going back to the court, Tsukishima didn’t join them. He just stood there in front of you, was hesitant to do something. You frowned and titled your head, confused on why he’s just standing there when he suddenly threw you his towel and you felt something hard hit you on your forehead. You were ready to fight his ass when you saw what it was. It was a chocolate bar. You smiled. Here you thought Tsukki doesn’t really care about you.

You felt a hand on you shoulder and you looked who it was and its Kiyoko. “You see how they’re dedicated to make you smile? For them you are also important as volleyball. So don’t be hesitant to ask us anything, ok?” You were speechless. You didn’t know they care about you this much. yes they knew all about your past. But you didn’t know they’ll be so affected by it.

You stood up and excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Yachi offered to go with you but you said it’s fine. There might be an emergency later on and they need her.

You were fine going to the bathroom. The thought of seeing one of your bullies a while ago was overlapped with the images of the team laughing.Not until you went out of the bathroom and bumped into him...your bully.

The blood on your face? Gone. You felt cold. Your whole body is shaking. When he took a step towards you, you suddenly felt weak that you immediately knelt.

“y-y/n? what’s wrong?” you can hear how worried he was based from his voice. You wanted to say it’s ok. That you’re ok. But you can’t say anything. There’s a lump on your throat that causes you to get scared more. You want to say something but your voice won’t come out.

You saw him holding your shoulder and hearing him mention your name a couple of times and suddenly everything went black.

You woke up due to the noise you heard outside, you opened your eyes and white ceiling welcomed you.You felt something soft on your back, you were in a bed. You got up and groaned. Your head hurts so bad.

“That was y/n! That was y/n right?” You can hear Suga’s loud voice outside and the others agreeing to him.

“Yes. It’s her now if you all please---no stop! One at a time boys! You just can’t enter all of you! Coach!” The nurse aggressively said trying to stop them from entering the little clinic they have.

“Oh my god, Thank god you’re ok” Suga let out a huge sigh and held his chest when he saw me.

“Y/N!” The whole first year (except for Tsukishima), Asahi, Tanaka and Noya yelled in unison when they saw you. At the verge of crying.

Tanaka and Noya approached you and hugged you at the same time. Patting your head like a baby saying bad things to the bully you met.

“Go away that’s my best friend right there!” Hinata said and Tanaka just slapped his hand and hugged you more tightly. Noya joined in and said, “This is our baby!”

“Our baby!” Asahi and Ennoshita reminded them.

“Excuse me? Did I just hear something bullshit?” Suga butted in.

Tsukki sighed and said, “I knew he was going to react badly.” and shook his head. As usual Yamaguchi filming whatever is happening inside that little clinic packed of noisy crows.

“H-how did you all know I was here.” You asked.

“That guy you met. He was the one who carried you here.” Everyone was quiet after Daichi talked. “Why didn’t you tell us that he was your bully? He was the reason why you were shaking before. Right?” You nodded. No voice coming out.

“I’m sorry if I always worry you guys. It’s not my intention to do that. I just---I was kind of hesitant because you have a match to face---OMG THE MATCH!” You yelled when reality hits you.

Coach Ukai chuckled. “It was finished earlier than expected. When they heard what happened to you, they got so aggressive that they want to finish it already. They won two sets in a row. Kageyama and Yamaguchi with their service ace. It was a landslide.”

“I didn’t even know we can do that.” Yachi added.

Noya and Tanaka starting to rub their face on you like cat. “Our little baby crow. We will take care of you and love you.” Noya said.

Tanaka suddenly rolled up his sleeves and said, “I’m gonna beat the shit out of him. I know where his school is.”

“Speaking of. He actually wanted to talk to you in person. To apologize of his behavior before. He said it’s fine if we’re there too.” Daichi said.

“Ohhh we gonna be there.” Suga said seriously like he was in an action movie while squinting his eyes. Everybody followed him and you saw how stupid they looked so you laughed, loud. You were so happy, about everything. Being with them.

You were cursed before, bullied, hurt and humiliated. But now, you think everything is in place, everybody laughing. You found not only one but sixteen people taking care of you and loving you with the love you so much deserve.

You are happy. Very happy.

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bush-viper-cutie · 3 years

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“The Grim Attacks” || YEAR 3 – Ch.35 (HP au)

Chapter List

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Day posted: 12/15/2020

Word count: 3, 393

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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Hagrid started pushing them away from the window and towards his back door. “Yeh gotta go! They mustn’ find yeh here – out the back, out the back.”

Heather threw the cloak over everyone as Hagrid pushed them out the door into his back garden. Buckbeak looked up at Hagrid from the center of the pumpkin patch and chirped.

“Good Beaky… I’ll be righ’ back… I promise,” Hagrid’s voice broke and he cleared his throat. “Now get goin’ yeh four.”

Harry pulled the cloak over his head. “We can’t leave. . .”

Ron stuck his head out too. “We can tell them what really happened. They can’t kill him – it’s not fair.”

Hagrid sniffed and pulled the cloak back over their heads. “Nothin’ no one can do now. Don’t worry, alrigh’? Beaky knows how much yeh four care about ‘im – I’ll tell ‘im again. Don’t yeh worry no more. Now go,” Hagrid said fiercely. “No point in you lot gettin’ in trouble fer this too.” He stepped back into his hut and shooed them away with his hand.

They turned and shuffled out around the left of his hut as Professor Dumbledore, Fudge, and the executioner, Macnair, knocked on Hagrid’s door on the opposite side. They waited until they heard the front door open and close with a snap before setting off back to the castle in a slow silent trance. Even Scabbers kept still in Ron’s pocket as they climbed over the sloping lawn.

They stopped at the highest hill and looked down at Hagrid’s small shack. Only a single large pumpkin was visible over the curve of the hut’s roof from their distance. Hermione was sniffling as the last of the sun reflected off something shiny in Hagrid’s back garden. The shiny object lifted higher, and dipped back down behind the roof in a fast swoop.

A thick thud echoed over the grounds.

“No,” Heather sobbed and hugged Harry tight.

He hugged her back and pressed his eyes into her shoulder. Macnair’s axe had undoubtedly cut clean and swiftly. Heather pulled back and placed a hand on Hermione, who was clinging onto Ron, sobbing hard.

There was a howl in the distance. Poor Fang must be so upset to lose a friend, and to see Hagrid in such a sad state as well… Heather wanted to burst into loud uncontrollable cries but held herself together, clinging onto Harry’s arm.

Ron wiped his tears and grumbled. “Scabbers – stop moving! Ow – Someone’ll hear you.” Ron pushed Hermione away and wrestled with his pocket.

“We’ve got to go,” said Hermione, wiping away a tear. “Dumbledore’ll be out any minute to walk Fudge and Macnair off the grounds.”

Ron shook his head. “Well he – won’t – stay – down – ”

Heather couldn’t keep her eyes off the hut as the sun finally dipped below the trees, and the deep purple set over the whole of Hogwarts. As Ron struggled with a clearly terrified Scabbers, Harry pulled on Heather’s sweater sleeve.

She looked over at him, and saw, in the reflection of his glasses, the wide yellow eyes of Crookshanks, slinking out from the shadows of a nearby bush, slowly approaching the high pitched squeals of Ron’s rat.

“Oh, Crookshanks!” Hermione gasped. “No, no, get out of here. Not now!”

Ron fought harder to keep Scabbers down in his pocket, but it was too late. Crookshanks jumped onto the cloak, knocking them all down.

“Ow! He bit me!” Ron screamed. “Scabbers – NO !”

The rat had wriggled free in all the commotion, and was now bounding away as fast as possible while Hermione held onto Crookshanks tightly. Before Harry or Heather could stop him, Ron had thrown the invisibility cloak off himself and bolted after Scabbers into the darkening night.

“Ron!” they all yelled after him.

Crookshanks vaulted after its prey. Harry threw the cloak off of them and the three of them ran after them, wands lit. They could hear the clacks of rocks hitting against other rocks as they tumbled on the path ahead and the distant shouts at Crookshanks.

“Stay away! Leave him alone! – Get – Scabbers this way!”

They ran onto a grassy part, following Ron’s shouts and heard a thud.

“Gotcha! Get away before I kick you!”

They slowed as their wand lights illuminated a grass-stained Ron clutching Scabbers to his chest and kicking madly at Crookshanks.

Heather panted. “Ron, get up – We need to get back to the cloak before – ”

Hermione screamed and pointed at a dark mass hurdling towards them with inch-long teeth bright and bared up to the gums. “The Grim!” she shouted.

They ran towards Ron but jumped back as the giant jet-black dog leapt between them and growled ferociously, saliva pooling under it.

Heather aimed her wand, “Alarte Ascendare!”

The hound jumped out of the way as the purple flames shot out of Heather’s wand and hit Crooshanks, sending him ten feet into the air. The massive hound sprang towards Heather, mouth aimed at her wand.

“Flipendo!” she panicked.

Sparks erupted and the dog was knocked back behind Ron and howled as Crookshanks landed claws down onto it.

Harry ran forwards and grabbed Ron’s arms, trying to pull him up before the dog could get its bearings back. The hound shook its head and clamped onto Ron’s leg, dragging him back quickly.

“Ron!” Heather and Hermione grabbed hold of Harry’s waist and pulled, but it was Ron who let go of Harry hand.

“AHH!” Ron let himself be dragged back, the pain in his leg too great to have held onto Harry for much longer.

They ran to keep up with Ron, but he was being pulled away too fast to keep up with, as if he weighed nothing more than a few lumps of feathers. Harry dove forward to catch Ron’s outstretched hands and missed by an inch.

“Harry!” Ron whimpered as he was dragged down towards the base of a large trunk, down between a gap in its enormous roots, into a hole.

Harry looked up as the Whomping Willow curled its thick branches ready to smash him into the ground.

Heather and Hermione grabbed hold of each of Harry’s legs and pulled him back seconds before the tree pounded the ground with all its strength.

Harry stood and fixed his glasses. “Ron!”

No answer.

Heather shined her wand brighter at the hole they hadn’t ever noticed before. No one ever dared go near the tree – they were probably the only to have ever gotten so close to the Whomping Willow, except for last year when they had crashed into it. No one would risk getting pummeled to death.

“Harry,” Heather breathed. “This is – the – Fred and George mentioned the Whomping Willow was planted over one of the secret passages.”

“What does that mean!” Hermione cried. “That Ron’s being dragged out of Hogwarts?! Where does it go! I told you three – I told you to hand the map over to – !”

“We don’t have time!” Harry hissed. He stepped forward, trying to spot an opening between the pounding branches.

Heather pulled him back before he could dash forward. “Harry! Are you mad?”

Hermione was anxiously dancing around. “Think! Think!”

Crookshanks, who had been sitting next to Hermione swishing its tail, trotted towards a big knot on the willow’s trunk and pressed it in. The tree immediately stopped moving and held its branches frozen in place.

Hermione gasped. “How did – ”

“They’re friends. They walk the grounds together.” Harry glared at Hermione, as if further accusing her of owning a monster of a cat.

Crookshanks slithered between the roots and slid down the gap. They covered the distance within seconds and crawled into the hole. First Harry, then Hermione, and Heather last, keeping her wand in hand, just in case.

Eventually the tunnel became large enough to stand in, and they did, holding their wands out and ready. They walked on fast but silently, listening intently to every sound of the cave.

It felt like the first time Harry and her had gone into the witch’s tunnel. The same eeriness of what lurked in the shadows made Heather’s throat tight as her heart pounded like crazy in her ears. The dog, Sirius Black, Ron… It could be anything waiting for them just beyond.

“W-what if this is how Sirius Black lures us to him?” Heather’s voice trembled. “What if that’s his dog and – and Ron’s the bait?”

Hermione sniffed.

“Then we get Ron back and – and you two take him to the castle.”

“And you’ll what, Harry? Fight him alone? Kill him yourself?” Hermione sobbed. “He’ll hurt you and then it won’t just be Ron who we need to worry about.”

Heather nodded, though no one could see her. “Harry, we’re not leaving you. So don’t make us stay any longer than we have to.”

They stayed silent the rest of the way. The tunnel felt longer than the one to Hogsmeade, and Heather wondered if they would pop up around there, and in which shop – if it was a shop at all – or . . . or the home of Voldemort, brought back by his most devoted servant. Heather shook her head, remembering what Professor Lupin had said.

Harry’s footsteps picked up, and they were now sprinting down the tunnel as it sloped up. They stopped below what was dim light seeping out from a wooden square. They caught their breath and together pushed the wooden board up. They pulled themselves out of the opening and rolled onto the dust-covered floorboards of a long-abandoned room.

The room was greyed from all the dust, and the furniture was all smashed to pieces – though none looked newly-broken. Cobwebs covered the ceiling and weaved between the cracked railings of stairs across the room.

“Could this be – ”

“The Shrieking Shack,” Heather cut Hermione off.

“Nowhere but out or up,” Harry pointed at the boarded up door and broken stairs.

“Up,” Hermione whispered.

They held their wands up and made their way to the stairs, wincing at every creak and groan of the steps. They heard thumps coming from one of the rooms, and a loud groan.

“Knox.”

“Knox,” Heather and Hermione followed Harry’s lead.

The hallway went dark, and a deep creaking echoed throughout. The two closed door in the hallway groaned while the one at the far end swung ajar and back closed as the wind seeping through the old wood of the house and swept through the rooms. They crept forward and stopped, listening to a loud purring coming from beyond the last door. They exchanged a last look and nodded together, ready with wands up and pointed.

Harry took a deep breath and kicked the door open. They all jumped in and saw Crookshanks lying on a large king-sized bed with moth-eaten hangings and beside him, on the ground, sat Ron gritting his teeth and clutching his bloody leg.

“Ron!” Heather screamed.

They dashed across to him and Harry pulled back his hand to assess the damage.

“We need to get you to Pomphrey – where’s the dog?”

Ron winced and opened his eyes. “H-he’s the dog – He’s an Animagus!”

There was a creak behind them and they turned, standing quickly, as Sirius Black stepped into the room and closed the door with a push of his finger on the doorknob.

His eyes looked sunken in and dark grey circles surrounded his eyes. His wax-pale skin was pulled tight around his face as he smiled, showing brown-stained teeth. His elbow-length black hair was matted and ridden with twigs and leaves and dirt, matching the filthy striped uniform he wore that draped off him much worse than Professor Lupin’s clothes ever did. He was a walking, breathing husk of the man they’d seen on the cover of the Daily Prophet.

“Expelliarmus!” Sirius Black croaked, pointing Ron’s wand at them with a jittery hand.

Heather’s wand shot out of her hand along with Harry’s and Hermione’s. Her heart dropped as she watched their wands land in Sirius Black’s. His skeletal fingers wrapped around them.

“Figured you’d come running in to save your friend, Harry.” Sirius Black’s voice was hoarse and scratchy, like a vintage battery-drained radio recently brought out of storage. “James… would have done the same for me… Brave of you to not run for a teacher. Everything will go much more smoothly like this.”

Heather felt a tear drip off her chin. He’d said the name so easily… Her fists clenched and she saw Harry stiffen with a boiling hate, so hot it radiated off him. Hermione put her hands on both their shoulders, ready to stop them from acting on Black’s taunt.

“I-if you want to kill Harry – ” Ron gripped a bed post and hauled himself up, gritting his teeth through the pain in his leg. “T-then you’ll have to go through us.”

“You shouldn’t be on that,” he whispered. Sirius Black’s eyes drifted down to the bloody mangled mess that was Ron’s ankle.

“Did you hear him? If you want to kill Harry – ”

Sirius Black barked a sharp laugh, interrupting Hermione and making them all take a step back.

“There will only be one murder here tonight.” Sirius Black focused his crazed eyes at Ron, and grinned.

“No there won’t.” Heather said firmly and held on to Harry’s arm as he stepped towards Black.

“No. He’s right,” spat Harry, struggling against Heather and Hermione. “There’ll only be one murder… AND IT’LL BE YOU!” Harry broke free and lunged at Black, knocking him over onto the ground.

Heather gasped and ran forward, clawing for their wands as Harry held Black’s arm down with one hand while his other attempted to smack the man’s face but was held back by the man’s thin boney hand. Heather ripped the wands from Black’s grip and looped her arm under Harry’s dragging him back with her as he kicked and screamed.

Hermione helped drag him back and they all grabbed their wands, pointing them directly at Black’s chest. Harry’s lips began to move when –

“Crookshanks! No!” Hermione hissed.

Crookshanks had jumped onto Sirius Black’s chest and curled up, claws stuck onto his black and white shirt.

“Wingardium Leviosa,” Hermione whispered, and her cat began to levitate.

Black plucked his shirt off the floating cat’s nails and crawled towards the wall and sat up. A deep purple bruise was beginning to form on his chin, where Harry had kicked him.

Harry stepped forward, wand pointed at the very center of his chest. “You murdered them. Our parents trusted you and you betrayed them, and murdered dozens of innocent muggles and Pettigrew…”

Heather saw a twinkle in Harry’s eyes. A spark of hatred so deep it sparkled on the tip of his wand. “Harry,” she whispered.

Black saw it too, and his grin widened. “Going to kill me, are you Harry? You don’t even have the right story.”

Harry stood over him with a steady hand. “You killed our parents.”

“I don’t deny that…” Black stared up at him from behind his sunken eyes, and then turned to Heather. “But if you heard the whole story – ”

“What whole story?”

“Don’t listen to him, Heather.” Harry turned back. “The murders were all over the news. You gave them up to Voldemort. That’s the whole story.”

There was a creak from the floor below.

“No – You’ve got to listen,” Black said, dropping his grin and sat up urgently. “You’ll regret it – You need to understand – ”

“I understand plenty!” Harry choked.

“Harry!” Heather screamed. Her breaths were coming out as huffs and her wand hand trembled as she pointed it at the crumpled man before Harry’s feet. He was going to do it. He was going to murder Sirius Black right in front of them, with his own wand. No – he wouldn’t – he couldn’t. That wasn’t Harry – Harry would never… Heather waited for Harry to step back, to turn away.

Harry’s grip on his wand strengthened, turning his knuckles white. Crookshanks, levitated high above their heads, cried out as Black closed his eyes. Harry breathed, held it… and let out a sob. He stepped back and droped his arm. Heather’s grip on her own wand strengthened and she stepped forward as Harry turned his back to Sirius Black and walked back to them with tears streaming down his face.

She stood over Black and watched him scan her face. If he made any move at her, at Harry, at an escape… she’d make him wish he hadn’t. Although she knew she couldn’t avenge their parents the way Harry wanted, she wasn’t going to let him run off again. He was going right back to Azkaban to rot away the rest of the years he had left. After tonight, the next time she saw him was going to be when he’d finally withered away into an old sad skeleton.

Footsteps thundered up the stairs, and before Harry could finish wiping his tears, the door to the room burst open in a flurry of red sparks. Professor Lupin charged through and took in the scene. Ron was sickly white gripping his bloody leg, Hermione had fallen to the floor in the commotion, Harry was in the corner drying tears, Crookshanks clawing at the air, and Heather threatening a crumpled and bruised Sirius Black.

Hermione sat up quickly. “Someone needs to alert the Dementors!”

“Expelliarmus!” Professor Lupin yelled, and caught the four wands in his hand.

Heather gasped and stepped away from Sirius Black, joining Harry and Hermione as Professor Lupin took her place over Black.

He raised his wand at him, and for a second they just looked at each other. “Sirius… Where is he?” he spoke in a pained, quivery whisper.

Sirius Black looked at Ron and pointed. Professor Lupin turned to look at Ron along with Heather and Harry. Ron looked bewildered.

Professor Lupin turned back to Black. “Why hadn’t he shown himself? Why – Unless… You switched with... You didn’t tell me,” he whispered, and dropped his arm.

“What are you doing?” Why was he dropping his guard? Heather looked at Black, who had started to get up.

The heat inside Heather’s body flared as she watched, open-mouthed, as Professor Lupin clasped Black by his arm and pulled him up to his feet, holding him as he wobbled. She watched Professor Lupin embraced him like a long lost brother leaving her empty and dizzy. All the heat drained from her body as the realization set in.

“YOU’RE WORKING WITH HIM?” Hermione screamed. She was pointing with a wild look of betrayal in her eyes.

Lupin turned to them and raised his hands. “Now, kids – listen – ”

“No! I’ve been keeping your secret – covering up for you! And you’ve been helping him.”

Lupin shook his head and stepped forward. “Hermione, let me explain – ”

“Don’t get any closer!” Harry yelled, shaking. His tears had dried now, and his fists were clenched down to his sides. “We trusted you! – I TRUSTED YOU! And all this time… you’ve been his friend.”

Lupin shook his head furiously. “Trust me Harry. I’ve been the farthest thing from a friend to Sirius – but I am now and if you’ll just let me explain – ”

Heather turned to Harry, unable to keep watching as he defended a murderer, blocking Sirius from them as if THEY were the dangerous ones. “Don’t trust him… He’s a werewolf.” She spat the word out like a thorn.

The room went quiet. It was plainly obvious neither Harry nor Ron had suspected a thing, not even after Snape’s essay. Ron moved farther back, with a terrified look on his face. Harry’s mouth hung open in shock. He had easily spent the most time with Lupin, at least once a week for several hours until he had produced a good enough Patronus, and the whole time he’d had no clue.

Heather glanced at Lupin. She should have told everyone the second she’d found out. That’s what Snape had wanted and tried to do with the essay. He’d wanted everyone to know, for their safety. If she or Hermione had told, then Lupin would have been taken away and Sirius Black wouldn’t have had all these chances to attack Harry.

Lupin met her eyes and she could see a pained fear in them and in the way he hesitated standing before them. He wanted to run.

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years

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//haikyuu but i make them idols. captain edition//

Notes: @icyhearts got me obsessed with Fallen Flowers. I’ve actually been listening to it on repeat for like two days now. So, icy bby, this is for you and thank you for reminding me just how H A R D k-pop hits🤧

Sawamura Daichi

10/10 the leader of the group. There is no doubt in my mind about this

R A P P E R 🥵🥵

ngl he’s probably the one that i would stan if this were a real au. i always gravitate towards the rappers without fail.

He doesn’t have the best stage presence, especially compared to the others

But, he’s really good in interviews. Super charismatic, knowing exactly what to say to really boost the groups image.

He’s the member that most people are convinced is super pure and sweet because of how he presents himself in interviews

Then 👀👀 there was the comeback.

It was a darker, more sensual vibe and he did one (1) hip thrust in the MV and all of those soft Daichi stans? H A R D S T A N S. honestly that’d be me no cap

But, if he’s ever asked to do it outside of a performance or practice?

He’s actually so embarrassed and it’s really cute. His face will go bright red and he’d be covering his face with his hands, just shaking his head, like “please don’t make me”

But the rest of the group is egging him on and next thing he knows, Bokuto and Kuroo are right there next to him to do the choreography with him.

Oikawa Tooru

absolute visual king

always has the softest make-up and never fails to look absolutely breath-taking.

B U T not only is he visually the prettiest-

He has the best voice of the group. He has this really smooth tenor voice and can hit some really high notes when the music needs it.

Has definitely released a solo album full of really beautiful ballads

Definitely has the most fans. Not only the most but also the most hard-core fans

Like, there are thousands of fanpages just dedicated to him

Millions of fanfictions about him

He’s always doing live streams where he just interacts with the fans and he’ll talk about his day or just answer questions that the fans have. He’s definitely the most active within the fandom.

Oikawa is one of the songwriters for the group. He can’t really write the music, but he can string together some really incredibly lyrics. He has a journal full of song ideas or little snippets of verses that he wants to implement in a song some day.

Kuroo Tetsurou

He’s another rapper 🥵🥵

But also?? He can sing pretty well too. His voice is definitely lower than Oikawa’s. So, probably like a baritone. Kuroo’s voice adds a really nice mix into the chorus and mixes really well with Oikawa’s.

I smell a sub-group tbh oml they call themselves Knock Out because K.O. 👀

anyway. Kuroo also has a really large number of fans because he fits the bad boy aesthetic of the group (both visually and how he presents himself in interviews) and that just has the fans f l o c k i n g

but like?? soft kuroo stans? N O. hard stans only.

Then they saw some random video that Oikawa posted on the group’s twitter of him playing with a bunch of cats and everyone was just 🥺 soft kuroo hours 🥺

He’s kind of like Daichi. Kuroo has zero shame when he’s on stage. He’s willing to aggressively grind and hip thrust as much as the choreo needs him too

akhdfhe HE HAS THE HOTTEST FACIAL EXPRESSIONS WHEN HE DANCES BYE

hahahaha too bad he literally cannot dance

like, he’s not awful or else he wouldn’t even be in the group, but boy has really long limbs and he just struggles to move his legs fast enough.

Catch him in the studio with Bokuto for hours after their long day is over trying to nail the dances

Bokuto Koutarou

he’s a dancer 😌✌

no it is not just because @nekxrizawa and I have been drooling over dancer!bo since we met okay yes it is

he’s trained in hip-hop, so you’ll catch him fronting the group in any dance breaks in their super upbeat songs

Bokuto helps write the choreography (do you write choreo? idk i can’t dance) sometimes, but sometimes he forgets that he has more experience in dance than the others and will just casually try to add a backflip into the song and the choreographer has to be like, “bokuto- no.”

insert dejected bokuto here

He’s the most high-energy of the group, so he tends to be a fan-favorite and a host-favorite. He’s always talking and he goes all out during any variety show games.

Bokuto’s always willing to do extra practice with anyone who wants to meet up before or after their day in the studio. He understands that some things just don’t come as naturally to other people.

Trades dance lessons for vocal lessons with Kuroo, no lie

He has the best stage presence out of everyone. He’ll hype up the crowd and you’ll see him bending down to hold hands with the fans when security isn’t looking.

Bokuto doesn’t sing a lot, but when he does, his range aligns with Kuroo’s, so they’ll double every now and again on verses.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Surprisingly- vocal line

Ushi has the deepest voice of the group, singing in a bass register that makes all of the fans 🥵🥵 whenever he opens his mouth

The mash-up you get when his voice mixes with Oikawa’s?? heaven. It’s so beautiful and I can guarantee that management is using their sheer differences for marketing.

Oikawa may take the lead for more pop-centric songs, but Ushijima is fronting the darker songs which is just hitting everyone different

He’s another song writer for the group, but he focuses on the actual melodies rather than the lyrics, so he and Oikawa collab on songs a lot.

The fanbase sees him a super hard and scary all of the time and they’re all low-key intimidated??

But then they see him in an interview and they’re all like lol nvm because he’s high-key really kind and polite and will do anything if asked tbh

The host wants him to wear a flower crown? He’s asking which one. He’s asked to talk about the process for their newest song, and Ushi will ramble on for a good fifteen minutes about his writing process.

He’s really passionate about his music and everyone can tell, so it leads to a lot of the fans seeing him in a new light and gaining a lot more respect for him as a member.

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milky-mochi · 4 years

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late night texts | csb

genre: fluff, crush! soobin, close friend! soobin, friends to lovers, soobin is a fluffy baby okay he’s a cute blundering mess

pairing: choi soobin x reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: soobin is helplessly head over heels for the girl he cares so much for, but he keeps his feelings to himself, until things suddenly change for the better, over late night texts and blooming roses.

song: 🎶 blueming by iu 🎶

soobin's fingers hung over his messenger app in anticipation.

It was half past ten, and yet his phone delivered him no message from you. you had promised him that you would text him at quarter past, after your shift at your internship had ended, but fifteen minutes had passed and there was still no green dot beside your icon.

soobin just assumed you had fallen asleep after a tiring day, which he totally understood. he didn't blame you one bit, knowing how tired you must have been after non-stop activities for twenty hours. sighing in defeat, he placed his phone face down and cracked his knuckles.

he missed you so much his heart ached, but he could never text you first. he didn't know if he meant enough to you for it to not be annoying, and soobin was a big coward.

just as he got up to get a drink as a distraction, his phone chimed. soobin nosedived into his table so hard to grab his phone that he probably could've broken it.

at the top of his notifications, a light blue notification from you awaited him, labelled clearly with your contact name. soobin had been too afraid to put a heart beside your name (for fear of the boys finding out, or even worse, you). but you were too special to him for it to just be your name. so he copied a cute little flower emoticon from this layout site and placed it lovingly beside your first name, even though he knew that his contact in your phone was probably saved as every one else was.

clicking on the notification, soobin's furrowed eyebrows smoothened and his bunny smile revealed itself. the thought of you never failed to make his day a whole lot better.

y/n ❁: hey soobin! :D

y/n ❁: sorry im so late :(( i missed the bus and didn't get home until like 2 minutes ago

soobin sighed as he let out a knowing smile. you had busted your data watching videos of your favourite drama a week ago, so you couldn't text him on the bus.

binbread: omg it's okay y/n

binbread: don't you wanna take a shower first? i can wait!

y/n ❁: i'm alright, soobin. thank you tho 🥺

y/n ❁: and besides,

y/n ❁ is typing…

y/n ❁: i'd much rather talk to you

soobin felt his heart pounding in his chest, felt the blood circulating through his fingertips, his face, his entire body. he was flushed red and felt warmth consume him, leaving him with the jittery, skittery feeling that your sweet words always bestow him with.

binbread: y/n omg aaaaaaaa

binbread: 🥺🥺🥺

binbread: i love talking to you too

binbread: how was your day?

whenever soobin asked you this at the end of every day, it was never just a conversation starter, let alone a formality. he genuinely always wanted to know how your day went, worried at how much you exerted yourself to serve others. soobin knew how reckless you were when it came to your own needs, and he sealed a secret promise to always look after you, especially when you didn’t look after yourself.

y/n ❁: omg it was amazing

y/n ❁: there’s this guy named hangyul who just started interning with me

y/n ❁: he’s so funny omg i actually had to tell him to shut up so i could get work done

guiltily, soobin felt his heart drop. of course there was another guy, someone much better, someone of the quality you deserved-

y/n ❁: ok lowkey

y/n ❁: think im gonna set him up with seungyoun

binbread: seungyoun? the guy from your dance studio?

y/n ❁: yeah!!! they’d go so well together

y/n ❁: oh yeah

y/n ❁: hangyul is gay

y/n ❁: lmao

soobin felt embarrassed at how relieved he was. soobin was definitely the jealous type, and he hated it. he hated the way his mind would jump to conclusions, hated the way he always felt on the verge of being replaced, and he really hated the way his jealousy was always amplified when it came to you.

you didn’t have any mutual friends, so he’d rarely ever have to see you interact with any other guy. he was so grateful for that. who knows what his jealous heart would do if he saw you with someone else. at least, with this, he had that false sense of security that maybe, maybe, your feelings echoed his own.

binbread: omg do it y/n

binbread: don’t you need to sleep though

binbread: as much as i love talking to you

binbread: you literally pulled like 8 all nighters in a row

y/n ❁: it was only 3 :(

y/n ❁: and i missed you :(

y/n ❁: stay soobin :(

y/n ❁: soobinnie :(

you frowned at soobin’s inactivity. little did you know, soobin’s neighbour had knocked on his door, asking if he could borrow scissors because his kid needed it for a project and he couldn’t find a pair in his home. you could have waited, but you had missed him the entire day. and you were feeling really, really, annoying.

y/n ❁: soobiiiiiiiiiiin :(

y/n ❁: soobin come back :(

y/n ❁: i miss u :(

y/n ❁: love :(

y/n ❁: baby :(

y/n ❁: you’re my

y/n ❁: honey bunch

y/n ❁: sugar plum

y/n ❁: pumpy-umpy-umpkin

y/n ❁: you’re my sweetie pie

after soobin had kindly handed his neighbour his scissors with the baby blue handles, he immediately picked up his phone and read your messages. instantly, his face burned up and he dramatically put his hand to his heart (because he was alone, and you made him do things like that just by calling him two pet names and quoting a children’s song). but as the ‘seen’ appeared at the bottom of your messages, panic began to jolt your bones.

y/n ❁: soobiiiiiiiiiiin :(

y/n ❁: the user has deleted this message

binbread: y/n

binbread: i saw everything you sent lmao

binbread: dont do this to me :(

y/n ❁ is typing…

y/n ❁: do what binnie? :)

binbread: that

binbread: [insert crying cat meme]

binbread: [which i don't have on me now because i cleared my storage]

y/n ❁: ok i literally cant take this

your thumbs twiddled around your screen as you inhaled sharply.

y/n ❁ is typing…

oh no, thought soobin. this is the end. this is where she gets irritated with me because i can’t take a joke. she blocks me and we never talk or hang out again. she find another guy and she’s happy without me and i’m sad and lonely and miserable, shovelling bread into my mouth as a replacement for my soul-

ding!

y/n ❁: you’re too cute for this world soobin

y/n ❁: and u make it so much better for everyone

y/n ❁: especially for me

y/n ❁: and i know this seems weird, and may very well ruin our friendship

y/n ❁: but i really really like you

y/n ❁: and im tired of hiding it

damn, soobin thought. damn i was not expecting that.

soobin’s heart was beating wildly out of his chest for the third time that day, only because of you. his fingers were shaking as he typed his reply as fast as he could. the moment he had dreamed of for months had finally come tapping on his screen.

binbread: oh my god

binbread: i like you too

binbread: i’ve liked you for like

binbread: so long

binbread: is this real

y/n ❁: or is this the fantasy

binbread: those aren’t the lyrics y/n

y/n ❁: i tried okay

binbread: and im so proud of you for doing so

binbread: truly a pop culture queen

y/n ❁: :(

binbread: okay okay

binbread: jokes aside

binbread: i've liked you for like,, 10 months now

binbread: this is a dream come true

binbread: you're a dream come true

binbread: so y/n

binbread: will you go out with me?

y/n ❁: i literally just confessed to you like 3 minutes ago

y/n ❁: like yea of course choi soobin

binbread: you could’ve just said yes :(

binbread: but okay meet me at the 5th station tmr?

binbread: i wanna take you to my favourite bakery! :D

y/n ❁: totally :D

and so here, at fifth station, act ii of your relationship with soobin had revealed itself. soobin looked like a prince, stepping out of the subway in a creme button up and black jeans, approaching you with a red rose in one hand and his phone dialling your number in the other. he smiled brightly as he approached you, seeing your face and your screen, popping up with his contact name.

incoming call…

soobin ❁

and so to his favourite bakery he brought you. it was rose themed, from rose gold metal vases to wooden countertops, and rose infused drinks and pastries, you felt like a princess. his princess. especially when he brought you for a walk in the cafe’s rose garden and you ran your hands gingerly over their velvet petals, thinking about the rose in your hand, how lucky you were to have it, and how many more of them you would get to enjoy. soobin gazed at you with soft eyes and gently took your hand in his.

“we’ll be as beautiful as this, together. a hundred roses,” soobin said, as if he were reading your mind, “wanna make them bloom with me?”

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a/n: ayo! hoped u liked my first soobin fic 🥺 i love choi soobin and he’s very cute,, anyway if u have any requests feel free to send em in!! i’d love to write em <3

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Hey, I found your vibe

Hardcase finds out one of his favourite musical artists is a crappy person, so the others cheer him up while suggesting new music for him to listen to

word count: 1244

A clone wars modern au one shot, that fits into the broader modern au but I couldn’t find a place to insert it effectively so here:

“Hey, what’s up?” Ahsoka walks up to the group, noting how Hardcase is lying in the grass, gazing forlornly up at the sky.

“Hardcase is distraught,” Echo says as she sits down with her caf pasta.

“I’m inconsolable.” Hardcase says with a straight face, but doesn’t elaborate, and Ahsoka turns to the rest of the group for clarification.

“He just found out Doja Cat is a really gross person,” Jesse explains. “And now he has no music to vibe to.”

“Oh, that sucks,” Ahsoka says. Hardcase sighs, and Kix reaches over and pats him on the shoulder, one eye still on his textbook.

“We’re all trying to come up with music suggestions for him,” Rex says. Next to him, Anakin is pouting.

“They’re all roasting me for my suggestions.”

“Not everything is about you, Skywalker, but also, your suggestions were all bad.” Fives says. “Try thinking of something less white trash and also something Hardcase would actually listen to.”

Hardcase drapes his arm over his eyes. “What even is a ‘fallout boy’? I don’t know her.”

Anakin puffs up, rising to the bait almost laughably easily. “Fall out boy is literally one of the most—“

“I don’t know her. I’m too pretty.” Hardcase turns his head to look at Ahsoka. “Ahsoka, who’s your favourite artist?”

Ahsoka shrugs. “I like, uh, girl in red?”

Hardcase considers this. “Hm… I don’t think I’m really girl in red’s target demographic.”

“What’s that band Bly loves?” Rex says. “Cavetown?”

“Cavetown does slap a little bit,” Hardcase says. “But it’s not the same vibe… I need music I can dance to but also dissociate to and also just vibe, you know? I have to be able to vibe.”

“What about Britney Spears?” Fives suggests, and Hardcase gives him a look.

“If you think I don’t already listen to Britney then you literally don’t even know me.”

“Yeah, that’s fair. Pretty sure we all listen to Britney.”

“Doesn’t everyone?” Anakin says, because even he has at least one Britney song downloaded.

“I love Britney.” Echo pitches in, and Fives nods in agreement.

“Britney is an icon. When I say I hate celebrities Britney is not included in that statement.” Rex says. “What about Todrick Hall? You could make his music your main thing.”

“Hey, yeah,” Hardcase reaches for his phone. “Speaking of gay icons. He put out a new album recently, tons of songs on it, lots of bops, some bangers if you will. I’m upset though, because one of the songs on there that slaps the most is featuring Rupaul, and I hate Rupaul.”

“What’s wrong with Rupaul?” Ahsoka asks.

“He’s one of those people who was progressive in the nineties but have either seriously regressed since then, or have just lost touch and not noticed that the people he paved the way for have completely left him in the dust.” Rex explains. “And won’t or can’t catch up.”

“And also he’s irritating.” Jesse interjects. “I just don’t understand the ego on that man.”

“He wouldn’t last a day on his own show. Did you know Rupaul can’t sew? Clown behaviour.” Hardcase scrolls through something on his phone, then snickers. “Rupaul stopped being a gay icon when he invested in oil fracking.”

“Oil fracking,” Kix mutters with contempt. “I hate his laugh. Like, that laugh he does? Can’t stand it.”

Ahsoka nods. “Ah, I see. Yeah, oil fracking is… not great.”

“So Rupaul isn’t on the table,” Anakin says.

“Rupaul isn’t even in the dining room.”

“Right, what about, uh, that girl who was in fifth harmony but left? Her new music?”

“Ew, Camilla Cabello?” Echo answers for Hardase. “Sorry, I thought we said no more hetero garbage suggestions.”

Anakin looks offended. “No, the other one! Normandy?”

“Normandy is a place in France, idiot, you’re thinking of Normani.” Rex says, and Hardcase’s eyes widen.

“Normani! Yeah! I loved her debut solo single, I should see what else she’s got.”

“Wait,” Jesse says, “I thought Normandy was in the Netherlands?”

“What?” That finally gets Kix to look up from his note taking. “Are you serious? No, Normandy is in France. Remember, invasion of Mormandy, D Day, world war two? We learned this.”

“Mormondy?”

“That’s where the mormons live.”

“That’s where Stephanie Meyer is from.”

“I’m tired, don’t come for me.”

“Normandy does sound like it could be a place in the Netherlands, though.”

“Mr. Kenobi would be disappointed in you.”

“No!” Jesse cries, turning his distraught face to Anakin. “Would Mr. Kenobi be disappointed in me for forgetting Normandy is in France?”

“Probably not.”

“I don’t think he would be.” Ahsoka says. “Obi-Wan is nice. He’d just say something like he’s glad that you’re learning.”

“Phew,” Jesse feigns wiping sweat off his brow. “That was a close one.”

“Fetts be like, seeking the validation from Mr. Kenobi we don’t get from our father noises.” Echo says, and his brothers around him wince.

“Oof, too real, Echo.” Rex says.

“Just because it’s true doesn’t mean you can just say it.”

“Wait, oh my gosh, moment of inspiration--” Fives sits forward, look of pure revelation on his face. “Hardcase, you know who I think you would totally vibe with?”

“Who?”

“Jojo Siwa.”

“Jojo Siwa?”

“Jojo Siwa.”

“Jojo Siwa?”

“Jojo Siwa.”

“Hm.” Hardacse considers this.

“Isn’t Jojo Siwa that girl with the glittery bows and shit?” Anakin asks.

“Jojo Siwa is actually really cool.” Ahsoka says. “I follow her on tiktok. She encourages young girls to, I don’t know, let themselves act like the kids they are? She’s like the only person on the planet not telling twelve year old girls to throw it back. And she’s genuinely funny and seems really nice… yeah. Also, her outfits are literally so cool.”

“Oh my gosh, yeah,” Hardcase says, tilting his phone so the rest of the group can see. “Look at this alien costume thing whatever from this music video, I’d go so far as to call this club kid revival. Girl’s got hella style.”

“Wow,” Anakin says, “I can’t believe a twelve year old has way cooler style than all of us.”

“Jojo Siwa is our age.” Rex informs him. Anakin blinks.

“What?”

“Yeah, she’s seventeen.” Fives says. “Anyways, I don’t know why but I really think you’d vibe with Jojo Siwa, Hardcase.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Hardcase says. “Hold on, let’s listen to some of her music.” He pulls up her spotify and queues some of her newest releases, then turns the volume up on his phone and tosses it onto the grass in the middle of their huddle.

An upbeat, funky tune starts playing from the phone’s speaker, and all eight of them lean forward in attentive silence as they listen to the song.

‘Bop bop, twist twist, check it off your checklist, chug chug kick it, move it move it mix it--’

“Wow, Jojo is slaying on this track,” Jesse says after a minute. “Queen icon legend.”

“She’s killing it. Go, Jojo!”

“Yeah, I’m digging this actually.” Hardcase shimmies a little to the beat. “Thanks, Fives!”

“I live to serve.” Fives smiles. “Sorry your favourite artist turned out to be a terrible person.”

Hardcase shrugs. “Eh, it’s alright. I stan Jojo Siwa now. Life is good.”

“To stanning Jojo Siwa!” Ahsoka holds up her milk carton in a toast. Hardcase, who has no drink to toast with, just grins and lightly slaps the carton. They laugh, and the sun smiles down on them, and life is good.

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