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ouiouimochi · 10 months ago

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Touch-move! Game for two

pairing: gen narumi x reader

genre: slice of life, romance(?), teen narumi

wc: 3k+

warning/s: profanities, manga spoilers for non-readers, no beta we die like (redacted), wonky format yey

note/s: takes place before narumi got recruited into the JAKDF. no mention of kaiju in this part. inspired by something I apparently experienced that I was unaware of until my friend hilariously told me (a better ending ig?)

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Gen Narumi was left on his own once more as his highschool peers chattered amongst themselves in their own groups. He paid them no mind, walking through the bustling hallways and up the stairs leading to the rooftop while absorbed into his handheld console. The male reached for the door handle and turned it, slightly wincing at the amount of light that greeted his face upon opening the entrance to the top of the school.

He strides over to his usual spot only to find it was occupied by a girl that he figured was his senior as indicated by the colored stripe on her uwabaki. She was staring intently at the familiar checkered playing board and its signature pieces

You didn't hear the rooftop door opening, nor did you notice someone walk up to your spot. Very immersed in the game of chess you were playing…

with yourself

Gen was curious as to why this senior of his was playing a game meant for two on her own. He would've thought you were quite the sad sight but he spectated you silently, watching as you moved the chessmen of both sides in turn. He eventually gets engaged as well, impressed at how you move the pieces as if you were placing two chess experts against each other— without having a bias as to which side to win either.

You thought hard about the next move, in a predicament. It was taking you quite a while to decide until a hand smoothly took a piece and carried the ivory knight to a specific coordinate.

You processed the whole setup, in agreement that the action was the best one at the moment. You were delighted, only noticing the person that joined you on the rooftop had crouched on the ground to impose themself in your game.

You allowed your eyes to trail from the unknown person's green-striped uwabaki before settling on the person’s face. He doesn't seem familiar to you, heck you think you'd never be familiar with anyone even in your year level. However, you can't help but think he was pleasant to look at.

“Make your move,” his voice rumbled, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You blink a few times before placing your attention back to the chessboard. You scanned the pieces before making a bold move of threatening the ivory queen. The unnamed boy comfortably settled himself on the side where the white pieces were positioned.

You look up at him as his red eyes surveyed the board. It was intriguing for you to see how focused he seemed to be in the spontaneous game. You may as well be delighted that another person has joined you in your lonely session, he seemed to be good at it too.

Clack.

You snap your attention back to the board before using the ebony bishop to take his pawn. The male raises an eyebrow at the move, making you unknowingly grin.

He scoffs and confidently moves his rook, challenging to take your knight. You lick your lips, excited to have a thrilling chess game with an actual opponent. You moved a pawn, confusing the other player immensely. You two continued to play the game silently, not even a word of introduction to each other.

Narumi stares blankly at the chessboard, gobsmacked at the turn of events. He had realized a few turns in that your actions all had a purpose— the unsuspecting pawn from earlier had upgraded itself into replacing the ebony queen he took from you. The gears in his head going into overdrive, he realizes that no matter what he moves, you'd be able to counter and corner him closer and closer to checkmate. His pride didn't allow him to lose, no it wasn't in his dictionary to lose.

You surprisedly blinked at his decision to move his remaining bishop. You furrowed your eyebrows, staring intensely at the board as if with intent to bore a hole into it.

The boy became impatient, “Move,” he had crossed his arms to tap on his bicep.

“I can't,” your soft-spoken voice echoed, making him realize this was the first time you talked. “It's gonna end in a stalemate no matter which piece I'd touch.”

Narumi gazed at your delicate face before evaluating the game, figuring out that you were right. A dulcet laugh pierced through the silence, sounding like the pleasant tinkling of bells to his ears.

The two-toned haired boy stared at the hand outstretched to him. You introduced yourself.

“Gen Narumi,” he huffed out, tone having no hint of respect meant for someone older than him. You cracked a small smile, not liking the stiff dynamics of this school hierarchy anyways.

The bell rings, signaling the end of your lunch break. You were slightly disappointed, wanting to play an actual match against Narumi. You started neatly fixing up the chessboard.

“Rematch tomorrow, got that?” you gaped at the male’s suggestion, secretly ecstatic that you found yourself a player to go against without judgment or underestimation. He helped you pick up the other pieces to place inside the board.

You nod.

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“No fucking way, I lost again!” Narumi cursed, not believing that someone as great as himself was capable of experiencing losses back-to-back. Although he won a few rounds and got a lot more of stalemates, his pride didn't allow him to have such a bad W/L ratio.

You giggled and sat up proudly, finding it amusing to defeat your…

‘Can we be considered as friends?’

You shook your head at the thought. Poking your tongue out when he accuses you of cheating. You ruffled his already messy two-toned hair, making him glare at you like an angry cat.

“A million years too early to beat me,” you hummed.

“We're the same age, you just skipped a grade,” he argued back, not liking how you were treating him like a kid.

“Fuck this game, I challenge you to a different one!” he exclaimed, tired of losing. He wanted to rub in your face that chess would be the only thing you can have over his head.

He takes out his Nimtemdo Sweetch, positioning the screen to be propped up on a stand. He gave you the blue controller, taking the red for himself. You tilted your head curiously, although video games were not a foreign concept to you, you were not well acquainted with them.

“Don't fucking tell me you've never played any other games,” he raised an eyebrow.

You look at him, a bit offended, “I have, actually! Go, Scrabble, Game of the Generals, and so much more.” You crossed your arms and harrumphed.

“All of which you play alone,” he rebuked, making you blow a raspberry.

“Hey! I play with people sometimes, like the nice elderly at the park…and…” you trail off, unable to keep up the confidence when he continues to stare at you expectantly. You scrunch your eyebrows and pout.

Narumi rolls his red eyes, “Not video games then, fine I'll teach you. It's not satisfying to win against someone who knows little of the game,” he flippantly said. Despite his brash comments, you knew he meant no harm at all. If anything, you found it cute that he was willing to patiently teach you how to play.

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“OI, Why aren't you doing the combo I taught you?? It'd defeat the boss so easily too!” Narumi continued to smash his controller’s buttons as he angrily barked out orders to you. You get irked, focusing on the boss you two decided to fight in co-op.

The male cursed as his character died due to being unable to dodge the monster’s specialized attack, leaving everything up to you.

“Go, go, go! Use your items for fuck’s sake!” he commented, scooching himself close into your space.

“Can you please stop backseating?” you exasperatedly responded, still focused on surviving and ending the fight.

“I wouldn't have to if you had stuck to the plan!”

“Oh my god, my skills were on cooldown to do the combo! The boss was also transitioning to its next phase, stop hounding me!”

Silent falls over as the screen showcases the ending cutscene, indicating a successful boss raid. You smugly look over at him, making him irritated.

“If you just stop being a metaslave, you would've responded easier to unexpected situations.” You tutted at him as though he wasn't the expert in video games among you two.

He growls(I can't AHSHDH I CAN IMAGINE HIM AS A GROWLING CAT), but otherwise stays quiet since you made a point. You made it clear to him during the gaming sessions that you were quite quick on the uptake, soaking in game mechanics like a sponge.

He feels miffed, as your mentor, when he can't help but notice how you were better in certain aspects of gaming than him. Another jab at his pride. However, he couldn't ignore how he's enjoying your presence and skills in different gaming mediums.

“Congrats on winning the judo tournament, by the way,” you caught his attention as he raised his eyebrow in question. You then dangled a small keychain, a trophy with the ‘#1’ engraved on it, in front of his face, urging him to accept it.

Narumi does not know how to react, he had already grown accustomed to not receiving praise or even acknowledgements for his feats. This was quite new, you even gave him a token of congratulations.

His ears burn pink as he accepts the gift. He does not allow himself to be caught lacking so instead of straight out thanking you, he hits you with a

“It's only expected for me to win the tournament,” he smugly huffed out, raising his chin arrogantly while straightening his back to look taller.

You jokingly rolled your eyes, “Confident? Play chess against me, then.” You challenged him.

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You were pleasantly surprised when Gen progressively improved in playing against you, slowly and surely bridging the skill gap between the two of you. He steadily gained more wins over losses recently too.

You furrowed your eyebrows, admittedly having a bit of a hard time. You zoned out for a while but noticed Gen’s lips moving from your peripherals.

Your eyes then lit up, before taking your bishop to check his king. You looked up at the two-toned haired male for his reaction only to be greeted with an intent stare from his carmine orbs. Confused, you tilted your head to one side as he pushed a hand on his forehead to mess up his locks. He muttered something too incomprehensible to reach your ears.

You didn’t dwell too much on it and took a bite out of the school cafeteria’s lunch sandwich he bought for you. It was quite delicious, actually — you could've sworn you've seen the limited promotion for this specific menu item. You shook your head and focused back on the board as he made his move. You smiled, a sign of guaranteed victory.

“Checkmate.”

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It was too cold to chill at your usual spot on the rooftop. You two didn't want to go anywhere filled with busybodies either, so you and your friend agreed to stay at the stairs before the entrance to the roof.

Despite being indoors, you still shivered, covering your arms for a little morsel of warmth. You closed your eyes before you felt a cozy weight drape itself across your back and shoulders. When you opened your eyes, Gen was already settling himself back to his spot. He didn't have his outer coat on anymore, finding that it was what he placed on you.

“Won't you be cold, then?” you asked, concerned for him.

“The cold’s nothing, you're just overreacting.” he rolled his eyes as he leaned backwards, his arms supporting him.

You can't help but smile, wanting to rebuke but decided against it.

“Thank you,” you gratefully said instead, knowing the male doesn't like to outwardly express his true emotions and intentions.

He wasn't making eye contact, instead bringing out the familiar gaming device and setting it up for you to play together.

You remember something and turn to your bag, rummaging through it, pulling out a small but well decorated package. You then extended it towards the two-toned haired male for him to take as he looked at you a bit weirdly.

“And what the fuck’s this for?” he suspiciously asked, eyeing the bag cautiously like a cat.

You rolled your eyes, “Just take it!” you urged. Excitedly anticipating his reaction.

He opens the bag to take out its contents as his eyes widen in surprise before turning to you in disbelief.

“Happy early holidays! Consider it as an early birthday gift as well,” you gave a thumbs up, but he shifted his body away to hide his facial expression.

It might just be from the cold but you can't help but notice how his ears were tinged a little red.

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Spring has arrived with the cherry blossoms blooming and scattering its petals into the wind. The front of the school was filled with a solemn atmosphere of tearful goodbyes among friends and the good memories made on campus. There were also students hounding other students to confess their dearest adoration for their crush and ask for their uniform button. You could've seen people confessing under the romantic blossoms if you squinted.

You sighed at your spot on the rooftop overlooking the front yard on your lonesome. Yet again, you didn’t notice someone sneaking up on you until they plopped themself beside you on the railings. You immediately recognized the messy black and gray mop of hair belonging to your only friend in this school.

“Shouldn't you be down there?” His question pierced the silence.

“I don't want to, to be honest.” you hummed out as he turned his head to look up at you, still resting on his crossed arms on top of the railings. You continued to watch the other students below hugging each other.

You heard a deep sigh before some rustling of clothes as Gen shifted his position to stand. He gets something from his pocket, catching your attention.

“Your hand,” he commanded as you placed your hand palm side up, awaiting what he'd give you. He unceremoniously drops a little accessory on it.

You inspected it, bringing it closer to your eyes. It was a very pretty keychain of an ivory queen chess piece made out of a crystalline material. It glinted beautifully in the sun as some refracted stray lights managed to hit the surface of your face. Gen might as well have had his breath stolen away right there and then, but refused to surrender.

You looked at him and gave him a smile wider than any he'd seen from you. You were quite giddy, more than happy that there was at least one person who was there to make memories with— to make your last year in this school more enjoyable than the previous years.

“Gen,” you called out his name so softly, the boy might have as well allowed his knees to give up on him.

“Thank you so much.”

“Why'd you need to thank me for a small, shitty gift?”

You shook your head.

“No… I mean to thank you for all the memorable lunch breaks of playing chess, of teaching me new games— of just hanging out with my lonely ass…” You spoke, perhaps his vocabulary may have rubbed off on you at some point.

Gen ran his hand through his hair, pushing it upwards as he looked away. He failed to muster up the words he wanted to respond with, being really bad with people for a long time. He didn't want to speak like he usually did, lest you'd burst into tears at his harsh tone even when you spoke with such sincerity.

Your phone rang, interrupting the moment. After picking the device up to your ear, Gen noticed how displeased you were getting each second that passed even if the call only had lasted for around 30 seconds at best. You clicked your tongue in distaste after the call got dropped.

“That's my signal to go,” you turned to your only friend, a bit hesitant. “See you around, I hope?”

He nods his head, waving goodbye when you start to leave. His carmine eyes can only watch as you disappear through the rooftop door.

You arrive at the front where the crowd has significantly dwindled already, only a few stragglers left behind. The sleek black car awaited you beyond the gates of the highschool. You continued making your way towards the vehicle but got stopped when you heard your name being called from behind you.

You rotated to be met with Gen standing tall with his hand on his chest. “Your hand.”

You follow as he placed the small item in your hand, it was a button— more specifically a button from his uniform dress shirt. You look up at him to ask but get interrupted by a beeping horn, reminding you to get in already.

You hesitate again, but end up having to go and leave the two-toned haired male. You get in the car, the vehicle immediately driving off as the damned highschool grew farther and farther from your visuals.

You open your palm and inspect the button. More questions forming rather than answers. It was more of a common tradition for the graduating students to give away their shirt buttons to either friends and admirers in order to symbolize leaving a piece of themselves with these people. However, you cannot forget the crucial detail you noticed when Gen removed his hand from his chest.

The second button, symbolizing the piece closest to the heart, was absent from its spot on his uniform— and it was right there sitting in your hands.

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i was supposed to be working on something else lmao-

will post part 2 someday when brain juice comes back

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victoryarchive · 5 months ago

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Ok. I’ll bite. Hermit! Tommy? Because that looks an awful lot like a really cool Watcher au something? Please share!

Omg if you insist lmao

Buckle up this is gonna be a lot.

This all started when I was thinking about Greek mythology (a common occurrence I fear) and I was thinking how even though Helios is the sun and the god of the sun many people these days assign that role to Apollo (the god of light). And that got me thinking more and more about how as time progresses stories change and gods become gods of things they never were before. New gods exist. Old ones are completely forgotten. Their names change. Look at Roman mythology for a great example of this.

And because I’m one hell of a nerd this immediately translated to ‘how can I use this in fan fiction’

Another thing you must know about me is I hate to fall back on Minecraft mechanics, it feels lazy for me to do it (it’s fine to read I just hate writing it) and must always find a way to make things like respawn and different worlds fit into the lore of the story.

Thus began the world building:

Every watcher is a god of something, Xelqua/Grian: the sun, Pearl: the moon, Kristin: The underworld, XD: [redacted], etc. Each watcher has the ability to create a world (or multiple depending on their power) for their people to live (Grian: hermitcraft, Pearl: Empires, Kristin: the Antarctic Empire, XD: the DSMP, etc) Within these worlds it is very common practice for the Watchers to choose a devoted follower to give a small portion of their power to oversee their world, to make rules and keep everyone safe, an Admin. (Grian: Xisuma, Pearl: fWhip, Kristin: Philza, XD: Dream, etc.)

Now none of these watchers just spawned as watchers, no they became watchers through people worshipping them and writing stories about them as gods. These stories held power so the person held power and became essentially immortal and can do pretty much anything with that power, at least until they are forgotten.

So far the story begins with Xelqua brining his players back from their silly death game and being intercepted by a very very old goddess, one who had almost been completely forgotten. This primordial goddess is peace, not just the goddess of peace, she is peace. She is called Prime. She asks Grian and Xisuma to take her last worshipper and devotee, Tommy, and protect him from another Watcher. And with a little bit of convincing Grian’s like ‘yeah fine ig I’ll take the kid. How difficult can one child be.’

Now that’s as far as I’ve written aside from the beginning backstory stuff, but I’ve got a lot of stuff planned, including an entire few chapters inspired by ‘god games’ from epic the musical, where Grian has to go fight for some mortals life. One of them. I know which one. Yall don’t :)

There’s also a lot of Grian and Pearl back story from when they were kids and still mortal like thousands and thousands of years ago and how they eventually became literal gods.

Tommy learns how friends are supposed to work and gets mentored by none other than Mumbo Jumbo, or Impulse i haven’t decided yet. The only thing I know about Minecraft is redstone so he’s learning redstone.

Also it would be a damn shame for me to not include False and Tommy flying together a bunch bc they’re the only to avians that can match each others speed.

There’s some stuff going on with techno being an admin on an anarchy server. He comes in later in an absolute rage.

Also Joel is a demigod… it makes sense I swear.

I’m having a lot of fun playing around with the world building and each individual characters back story so I will expand on anything if people ask about it :))))

Thank you for asking this has been fun

#tommyinnit #hermitblr #hermitcraft #fan fiction #fan fic writing #victory yap session #mumbo jumbo #grian

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n30nwrites · 4 months ago

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Chapter 7 - Play Dead

Masterlist here

Warnings - Suicide (still alive, not detailed)

Beta Editor: @letmelickyoureyeballs

Note: Not back, but I need to post ig?? I'm 20 now.

Part of being on the job was having a code name. Maya’s was Silver, named after the element. Yours was Chimera, for reasons that you didn’t like thinking about. Price’s was based off his last name, a little on the nose but the man was cocky. Ghost was silent, unknown. His face was unknown, it matched him. But revealing identities was dangerous in the workforce. It did not take a lot for people to sell people out, which is why you had to focus on calling them the correct names.

Soap interrupts your thoughts.

“I thought you had a car? That jeep you-”

“I can’t drive. I never really cared to learn how too.” You tell Soap, leaning next to Silver as she just stares outside the window. It took her a different mindset to get ready for a mission, one she was currently mentally preparing for.

Price speaks up next, “It’s kind of important to know how to-”

“Why weren’t you alive 6 years ago?” Ghost interrupts Price, and you know he thinks it's for a good reason. Since the showdown, things have been tense between the two of you. Silver had to convince you to share a vehicle with them, and you only agreed for emotional support. The vehicle was a Ford Explorer, three rows with two seats in each. Soap was driving, Maya sat next to him and was controlling the radio. Price was next to you, and Ghost and Gaz were behind you. “Laswell told me to stop looking into you. Are you a threat?” He decides to not mention how Laswell only hired the two of you through KorTac because of him and how he mentioned you two were his new neighbors. He figured it would irritate you more and he didn’t care to have a gun pointed at him again.

“To you? Probably. As of right now, no.” You look at the flag of your country of origin. It reminded you of your naivety of the world when you first came here. Things had changed since then. “I was alive 6 years ago, I’m older than all of you-”

“Not possible.” Price cuts you off.

“It is when you aren’t human.” Price’s eyes widen, and Ghost’s movements come to a halt. “It seems Soap forgot to mention that to you.” They turn to the driver who has a sheepish smile on his face. Even Gaz seems surprised. You scoffed at them, turning back to the window Maya was looking at.

The building was plain. Mainly gray and it looks like a warehouse. It’s meant to be inconspicuous, an unofficial military base. There isn’t even a fence surrounding it yet it is one of the safer buildings in this state. There’s not many people in this building, and the ones that are are mostly human. You could see the state of their souls, including the direction they were heading when this journey of life was done.

The walls were bland, the entire building was quiet. You didn’t like it. Despite looking abandoned on the outside, it was meticulously clean. Maya was the one leading, despite it being her first time in the building. She was going off of instinct, all of them knew it.

The room you entered looked the opposite. It looked, lived in, messy. There were papers scattered on a table, and some pinned to a cork board. It looked like something out of a tv show. But some of the information was redacted, marked off with thick black sharpie covering words of an unknown origin.

Laswell flinches once you enter the room. Your energy is heavy to her, she’s aware that the boys can’t feel it, but she knows they can tell of her distaste for you. She was glaring from the minute you walked in, but smiled brightly at Silver. You didn’t blame her for her distaste, it ran in your guys' blood. Hating each other was normal. Even though you two personally had no beef.

“Chimera.”

“Angel. Nice to see you again.”

“I’m sure.” Laswell hated that nickname. She gets reminded of why she had this position in the first place. Most task forces in SpecGru that are made up of the supernatural were under her order. But you were KorTac, she couldn’t control you. “Your file is blacked out, like usual.”

“Aw, reading up on me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She tells you, “The only reason you’re here is because of your history with Graves.”

“And the only reason you’re here is because-”

“Get on with the debriefing.” Price interrupts as Maya pulls you away from the Archangel. You don’t stare at her with hatred, despite your words making everyone think you hate her, instead it’s just some neutral stare with a cocky smirk. “We don’t have all day.”

Laswell goes over the mission. It’s always the same. Flying to a different country, killing so many people that Charon himself would regret being born, grabbing files (it’s always files?), and leaving, not thinking about the chaos you left behind. Graves has the support of the Shadow company, obviously. With a hidden location, and a benefactor that no one knew, the only way to get to Graves was to find the people closest to him.

It was time to leave.

You had separated yourself from everyone, Price had stared after you and kept staring even when you were gone. It was strange. Almost like you blended into the shadows, but he knew you weren’t in the room.

He just didn’t know where, and it almost worried him.

Laswell didn’t seem to like you, she seemed disgusted in fact. Though she was smiling with Maya at this moment, and he didn’t understand anything. He wouldn’t get answers either, not from Laswell and not from you.

You were so unbelievably complicated. An intricate web of deceit and neutrality. He had no idea what to think of you. You weren’t perfect. If you were, you would actually tell him what was going on in that beautiful head of yours. He wouldn’t have to fight to have a conversation with you, and you’d actually go on a date with him.

To be fair, he had never asked you. That was what he was going to do after this mission. Just take you on a date, you had to at least give him a chance.

When you come back, you are in full uniform. A helmet that blocked your eyes so he could no longer see them, it was black as well. And finally your gun, an M4 Carbine with a nice scope on it. Silver had a more traditional helmet, similar to his and Soap’s. You seemed different though.

Angry.

He could’ve sworn your eyes were glowing red. Bright enough for him to see through the sunglasses but dull enough that he had to take a second look at you. But you didn’t look at him, you didn’t look at anyone, and even Maya seemed to step away from you. She talked with Soap on the way to the carrier. You were left alone, in the back of the carrier, at least 5 feet away from the last person, which was Ghost. You didn’t speak at all. He couldn’t hear much from you.

Now that he thinks about it, he couldn’t even hear a heartbeat.

You will always remember your first encounter with violence. After just two days of being on Earth, you had entered a bank in the process of being robbed, and because of your idioticness (really your innocence on everything that was Earth) you died.

You died 7 more times after that. The last time being to your Husband. You packed up and left after that. You didn’t care to remember that now, not when you could die again and meet your maker. Not when your mates could die.

You were angry.

You had the high ground (Anakin) as you stared from the top of a building, watching over Silver, Ghost, and Price. Soap and Gaz had gotten separated but were still alive, considering you could hear the Scot yelling in your ear about how they wouldn’t let up. You aimed at a man hidden behind a vehicle, between Silver, Ghost, Price, and the men from the Shadow Company who are more than determined to kill Task Force 141, no one was paying attention to the man attempting to get away.

No one was until he dropped dead. Then it seemed half of the soldiers that you were in battle with turned your way and you ducked under the building parapet. Your eyes dart to the next building. You could make it, you had jumped the River Styx, You’ve made your way through Jaaniw, Jumped out and into Hell (and even Heaven a few times), Escaped the Lake of fire, you could make a simple jump between a building.

Even while being shot at. You had survived worse.

Your head shook, almost inhuman, and your fangs became refined. Your eyes glowed as did your veins as your nails sharpened. This was who you were. Well, part of it. You were still missing two parts.

You jumped, higher than needed and the gunshots followed. With your heightened sense of hearing you could hear the surprised gasps from the Shadow company along with the inquiries of Price and Ghost. You sat up and aimed once again, shooting twice, never missing.

You didn’t miss. You never missed. With each kill it seemed you got worse, more bloodthirsty. Panting as you craved this feeling. This was what your Heaven was. Punishing those who deserved it, and what was better?

Getting back at Graves of course.

You dashed to the opposite side of the wall, before turning around and jumping immediately, not worrying about dying due to height. Your body almost collided with the building but you put a stop to it, your claws extending as you dug into the brick, the building cracking as debris fell with you. You jumped once again, almost like you were climbing down the wall without some sort of protective gear.

You didn’t care anymore.

Your feet hit the ground and you growled. Gunshots were still ringing, and you locked eyes with one of your temporary teammates.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick.

How was he so gorgeous even when sweating his ass off. It wasn’t fair. The words ‘mate’ left your mouth faster than you could think. You were angry at the idea of something happening to him, to both Soap and Gaz.

You turned to your other temporary teammate. Soap was staring, blood covering him from head to toe, he looked worse than Gaz. You rushed over, checking their bodies for wounds. You couldn’t smell his blood, just the enemies. “You guys are okay?”

“What’s gotten into you?” Gaz questions, touching your shoulder, which causes you to pause. You don’t like touch, not from strangers and you have to convince yourself to ignore the shiver from it, and ignore the feelings that rose with it. They were fighting against each other and you hated it. “You seem different.”

“You two should stay near me.” You tell them, “Keep safe. Mates are safer together.” You spoke the last bit to yourself as you turned towards the gun shots. “The rest are over here.” The two followed you as you snuck over to the others. It seemed that the chaos was almost over, just a few more men. And you decided to end it right there.

Sneaking up from behind, you quickly put one man into a chokehold, shooting the other point-blank in the head, his body collapsed onto the ground right as you yanked your shoulder back, snapping the other guy’s neck and dropping the body with a large thud. Gaining the attention of the final man, he shot at you quickly, firing three rounds at your chest, which would’ve hit.

They should’ve hit.

But you were gone, and Soap and Gaz watched as you appeared right behind him, knife in hand as you slit his throat. You were smiling, almost deranged as you stared at them while his body dropped. “Let’s go meet with the others, ay?”

“He’s in the building.” Price tells you all, and Silver’s hand starts to glow as she finishes a rune she was carving on her arm. Before she turns to you.

“Lift your sleeve.” She mumbles as Price continues to speak. It seemed like you two were in your own little world, she avoids your gaze though. It seemed even your partner was being cautious with you. As if a wrong move could set off a volcano, she gently turns your arm and traces your veins. “You need to calm down.”

“They were almost hurt. They could’ve been hurt. They shouldn’t be doing this.” You lean closer to her yet you still look at the men behind her.

“They are grown men. They’ve done this before, and they aren’t human. They will be fine.” She reassures you. “You only feel this way because of your current mindset, once you get back home this won’t matter anymore.” She hates the words that leave her mouth, you would care in your own twisted way. The way that meant pushing everyone away because you were hurt once before and therefore every man would hurt you.

She wished you would just get some damn therapy.

Task Force 141 does not notice what is going on until they smell blood. Then their heads snap towards you, where they witness Maya cutting into your skin with her knife, the blood that forms is black. Soap takes a step towards her until you look at him, “Don’t,” you warn them as she carves the first rune into your arm. It was something simple, something that would help you in the near future.

He’s inside the building. It’s four stories, looks to be abandoned but you can sense dozens upon dozens of people from the Shadow Company all looking around, waiting for all of you. It would be intimidating if you weren’t so confident. Plus you would never let humans hurt your mates, nor Maya.

Yourself, you didn’t really care. You always came back.

You weren’t paying attention to Price’s plan, and so while his entire idea was to sneak past everyone (which would fail because despite being trained, Gaz is not the best at sneaking around) and find your target, the less bloodshed the better, your plan was to just find his soul and drag him down with you. But that would require leaving your mates and you couldn’t do that right now.

The debriefing ended, everyone agreeing to sneak into the building through an unused underground hallway because of course this building had one. There seemed to be a gathering going on, you weren’t sure. But the group all walked in a line.

You stood behind Gaz, watching and preventing any misstep he might’ve taken. It was strange to suddenly start caring about them. You knew it would disappear as soon as the mission was over and yet you couldn’t find yourself to care. You would enjoy this for the moment.

You would enjoy him for the moment.

Yeah, you were staring at Gaz’s ass. It was inappropriate, especially when you were sneaking around. You had completely zoned out. Thankfully your face was covered because it was so obvious what you were doing. Especially to Maya who was following right behind Ghost but constantly glancing at you, and despite not looking at her you knew she was rolling her eyes. But you couldn’t care. It would all disappear, these feelings. After the mission it would disappear, so while you had half of your soul, you were going to keep staring.

You barely hear Price yelling your name. It takes Ghost grabbing your shoulder roughly for you to snap out of it. It reminds you that he’s right behind you, walking in a row. “Something interesting with Gaz, sergeant?” He seems he wants to embarrass you, enjoying your pause.

“It’s Colonel, Second Lieutenant.” You called him by his title, “And just his ass.” You admitted, “It’s nice.”

Gaz just looks surprised, slightly confused but his heart is fluttering. He makes eye contact with you and you just wink. It’s not the time but you couldn’t care. “Let’s just get this shit on the road.” Maya says as she pushes Ghost away in a way to keep the peace between you two. “Let’s just find this guy and get out of here.” Maya glares at you as she says this sentence, trying to get you to act right for the next 30 minutes before you two would inevitably break off from the rest of the group.

It didn’t take long to find him. He held himself up in a meeting room, holding a gun out to everyone, he was severely outmatched but still thought he had a chance. He’s dressed in a nice suit, so nice it felt like he was overcompensating (he was) but he didn’t seem terrified, more like he was cocky. You could only guess that he thought he could talk himself out of this. The room itself looked like it was made to hold meetings, a large round table in the center that could hold up to 18 people, maybe 22 if some more chairs were pulled up. It was decorated in red and had deer heads mounted against the wall. He rotated the gun to aim at each and everyone’s head, but you didn’t waiver. None of them did.

“Tell us everything about Graves.” You ordered.

He told you where he thought Graves was heading, his plan to take over, and how he faked his death. He wanted revenge, as most men did. Then he continued his rant. It was all stupid, you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Being powerful was a drug, addictive but once you’ve had it you become stupid with desperation. Graves was, and so was this man.

“Graves won’t stop until he finds-” he says your name in disbelief and you glare at him, Soap stares at you, but the rest keep up the facade. “Which is strange because he’s supposed to be dead.” He doesn’t recognize you, he wouldn’t with the mask and the complete uniform change, if all he’s seen is a photo of your face, he wouldn’t know it was you. But they did, there was no way they didn’t.

Damn, he really just outed all your secrets didn’t he. Why doesn’t he tell them all about your heritage too while he’s at it.

You stalked closer to him, while he stares at Price. Silver is on the opposite end of where you are, she looks at you while you move closer and she does the same. He decides to start swinging his gun around at both of your movements, not sure who to shoot first, but he was making a choice.

Chimera or Silver.

The choice was obvious to him. And he fired.

“Oh you sexist pig are you kidding me! The woman really?” You exclaim as his bullet collides with her skin, but no longer does she look the same. Her skin has changed, now impenetrable. The bullet just flattens against her skin and drops to the ground. His face changes, and he yells in disbelief. It is always strange when a human suddenly finds out about the supernatural. But he didn’t have anymore time to react as you went over to him and snapped his neck. You felt his soul go through you before he went down, goosebumps formed on your arms because of it. Another soul you had to accept into the gates of hell, which you did immediately.

“When the fuck were you gonna tell us you were married to Graves?” Price moves fast, stepping quickly to get in front of you before grabbing onto your shoulder, confronting you immediately once the man is down. “This is something we should’ve known.”

“Calm the fuck down, Alpha.” You pushed back, taunting him, “It wasn’t relevant information. And don’t touch me again.”

“You should’ve told us.” Gaz says, interrupting the showdown. “We should know you’re married.”

“Was married.” You were disgusted just thinking about him.

“That doesn’t matter, you have ties to the man we are hunting down!” Soap interjected.

“Oh god this is pathetic.” You rolled your eyes, “Is this what you’re gonna do now? You guys think you’re entitled to my business just because I made a bet with Isis years ago this is just bull shit. Are you guys gonna question me the whole way?” From the way Ghost was looking at you, you got your answer. “This is just great.” You backed away from them.

“Were you gonna tell us?” Ghost asks.

“Maya, wake me up when we’re at the base.”

You take out your gun, and shoot yourself.

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aimedis · 9 months ago

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redacted characters as things in my journal 🎀

relatively big tw - there's like vague to explicit mentions of su!cid3 and heavily implied mental self-esteem struggles in this one (i'm alright at the moment, promise) so if that's triggering to you, don't read. this is kinda heavy and maybe disturbing to read to some people i think.

i decided to do this because i though it was kinda fun and cool to like analyse my stuff and the characters a little bit. sorry if this offends anyone ig? idk 😭 i'll be back with the more lighthearted stuff in a couple days okay let's go ->

darlin: "my feelings aren't in my control most of the time. i don't know why i feel this way."

angel before they broke up with micheal: "i think is funny (but i also feel bad) that he's always talking about "getting married" and "forever" when i have a break up letter sitting in my notes."

freelancer: lyrics to "making the bed - olivia rodirgo"

darlin: "i don't wanna talk about him anymore."

damien: "i just want my mom. and i wish i could go up to her just bawling my fucking eyes out like i'm five-years-old without feeling like a fucking failure but i can't... i've survived long enough and i can do it some more."

darlin before sam: "and a part of me will always miss what once was or could have been. but i know they will never be long term, permanent, or reality. i wasn't created to have a happy ending... but i'm okay with this. it makes it easier to slip away and disappear."

cutie: i don't know what so say really. i just feel empty and alone often. i feel out of place. i feel like everything i do is humiliating or straight up wrong. i don't know what's wrong with me."

gavin: "try as i might, i still feel like i am not in my body. living vicariously... through myself?"

baabe: "i should know. my dad didn't want me enough to stay."

lasko: "man what a fucking baby. stop crying over shit that hasn't even happened."

damien before huxley: "i wish i was dead. do you think if [mom] knew she'd wish that too?" (knew that he was gay)

lovely: lyrics to "strangers - ethel cain"

darlin: "i hope it's not my fault when it's all over. i want one thing to not be my fault. but it probably will be."

angel: "why am i crying. again. over and over and over again. it's all i ever do. cry about this or cry about that."

milo post-inversion: "this hurts a lot more than i thought. the thought of feeling like this forever? it sucks."

freelancer: "fucking kill me. i can't breathe."

sam: "is it wrong to think i don't deserve this or that it's not my fault?"

lasko: "it feels like i'm always apologizing."

david: "it really hurts when i need to talk to [him] so bad but i can't."

huxley post-inversion/xavier's death: "is it just always going to feel like this? holy shit this hurts."

damien: "i'm sorry, mom, i'm sorry."

vincent: "the real me? i don't know who that is anymore."

angel: "one more or one less, nobody's worried. my tummy hurts."

darlin before sam: "i don't plan on feeling like this again. i don't plan on "being in love" ever again. as if i know what that feels like... it makes me feel like shit all the time."

cutie: "after this, i'll go back to being alone. like god intended."

asset: "it's kind of sad how i don't even feel like a person sometimes."

lovely: "every so often it hurts so much i think it's gonna rip me apart from the inside."

asher post-inversion: "and it's like, sometimes it straight up feels like i'm gonna die in that moment."

sweetheart: "my greatest sin to men was being a child."

damien: lyrics to "forwards beckon rebound - adrianne lenker"

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deus-ex-mona · 2 months ago

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a n y w a y s wake me up on june 17 for the chizuren date chapter—

#a n d going by past trends ch10’s preview should be up on monday midnight (jst)~~~~~~~~~~~~#since it’s released part by part online on line every 2 weeks #and since this is a spyfam week it means it’s also a kawaigomen week (<-keeps track of biweekly releases this way)#but really thoughhhh~~~~~~~ i wonder how long the chizuchan manga will go on for #i’d totally thought that it’s be 3 vols long but~~~~ we’re 9 chs in and there doesn’t seem to be any sign of the hallway fight #since the drama that happened so far all involved her jobs (in general) in some way (and not chizuchan as her present self at school)#it’d be very. *very* funny if they were all like ‘oh ya i fought with my bestie at school a few weeks back but we made up so all’s good now’#and basically turned the climax of the [redacted] anime into some noodle incident but it’s highly unlikely #since the only windows for that were during the ch6-8 [spoiler] and the short transition between ch8 and 9…#but it’s really reallyyyyyy unlikely since they weren’t wearing their usual maid outfits at the time…#but ig it’d be hilarious if this entire manga was just a huge fever dream a la ‘this is what would happen if chizuchan had work friends’#and it abruptly ends with chizuchan waking up and going ‘oh lol so renren was all just a dream… now then. gotta get kawaii for lxl concert~’#and *then* she turns to the person next to her in the audience of the front row at lxl live a n d #looks into the eyes of the literal guy of her dreams (renren) and that’s how the story ends #but i dunnooo~~~~~~~~ this story could go *anywhere* tbhhh. the sky’s the limit for this crackery. i want it to go on for at least 10 vols.#what if april fools kawaigomen wasn’t a lie. what if the manga ends with old lady chizuchan still being kawaii (ft. old man renren)#[kicks rock] i hope we get vol 3 some time soon… by my earliest estimation i think we could see it between. like. november(?) & december(?)#or maybe even late sep-oct if we’re *very* lucky…#maaaaaannnnnnnnn~~~~~~~~ i miss renren~~~~~~~#what do you think will happen first? vol 3 release or renren mv—

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noodleincident · 2 months ago

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an insane series of events happened and no one believes it wasn’t my fault but it WASNT this time. it’s a dumb long story but i have to share

so in feb i got beyonce tickets off vividseats bc there was a solid chance i’d be in nyc for memorial day anyway and i didn’t want an eras tour situation. tickets were expensive but like fine enough to take the hit, plus id be going w a friend so like whatever. and i figured if i couldn’t go i could sell em.

but so the vivid seats confirmation email doesn’t give any details about the ticket you got, and it doesn’t actually provide the ticket but someone else sends it to you. ig it’s kind of a scalper site but the prices are better than TM so i was like sure. but then it turned out the bach party on memorial day weekend was gonna be in dc so i was like hm do i fly to nj sunday night that seems excessive etc etc let me mull it over.

and THEN when they sent me the tickets they were for the weekend BEFORE in CHICAGO???? and i simply do not believe i fucked up that bad. like i am obsessive about checking dates for big purchases and looking at the chicago stadium map for the seats i picked i was like i have never seen this before in my entire life. i had picked seats in the section next over from my friend blah blah like what the hell.

so ok let me sell them ugh at least that solves my flight question and it’s a bummer but alas. either vivid seats fucked me or i’m the dumbest person alive (everyone assumes i’m the dumbest person alive). ok turns out you cannot sell these electronic transfer tickets on vivid seats. buried 4 levels deep in their FAQs and not in the fine print when you buy them. I was ready to kill myself. like ok the tix were like $200 but the fees were so bad i had to recoup a lot of cash. i certainly didn’t want to LOSE money on these tickets AND not see beyonce that’s ridiculous.

so i tried to contact vividseats and they couldn’t even find my account so i was like what the hell do i do. can i sell them on TM. maybe but? who would pay enough for the tix for me to break even. like i’d have to price them higher than i bought them so i can get the same amount than what i paid. and cowboy carter isn’t selling bc tickets are too pricey anyway sooo am i really gonna have to eat several hundred dollars bc vividseats cannot tell me if they fucked up.

so i filed a dispute with my credit card while continuing trying to communicate w vividseats and listing the tickets for a comical price on TM. i didn’t figure anything would come of it but just in case. ok yesterday i got the notice that they issued a FULL REFUND and closed the dispute ig because vivid seats literally did not communicate w them??? so its over??? im saved????

and not only did i get a full refund i got to keep the $50 cash back i got from a little card promo. AND i appear to still have the tickets on TM which is objectively insane so im going to sell them for a normal amount and maybe give some of it to charity bc i feel bad. anyway. i just basically made an extra $[redacted] this week. Yay

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callsign-rogueone · 1 year ago

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Hi Liz, how have you been?

I've been wondering since all the theories and IG posts circulating about Onyx Storm, if Rebecca unalibes one of the Marked ones or Violet's squadmates, will you still write for them like you did for Liam and in the gf's canon?

What would happen with Spark and Liam's story?

Thank you so much in advance, love you xoxo

hi lovie! I’m doing okay, thank you.

this hurts to think about but I’ve thought about it a lot. especially considering that 2/3 of my main men are probably going to die — Dain is very likely going to sacrifice himself for the greater good at some point, and Brennan… idk. but nobody is safe here, as RY has told us many times 🥺😭

and it’s complicated. using Liam as an example:

I’m still writing one-shots for him, that take place during the time he’s alive in canon.

he’s still going to be included in my little two-sentence thingies like “that time of the month”, “study season”, etc.

I’m continuing Liam & Spark through Resson and on her own through the end of Iron Flame as she processes her grief (and interacts with Sloane). that will probably be the end for her, unless I go back and fill in the gaps with more. for Onyx Storm, she might make cameos in other gf’s stories, as an unnamed water-wielder or “your friend” etc, or she might just stop showing up entirely. we’ll see.

the same would be true of any of our other seven boyfriends if they were to pass, but also as of right now, I have “happy endings” planned for them: everyone’s getting married, I’ve already named their kids if they’ll have them, Tyrrendor is given sovereignty and Xaden and Duchess are in charge now, Aaric becomes king of Navarre, standard stuff. probably going to be one chapter each (~3k). I’ll also take requests for the happy-ending AUs once they’re posted, like… “can we see more of Sawyer with his girls, or Garrick and Angel picking baby names”, idk, I’m just throwing things out here.

so to synthesize:

if any of our seven living boyfriends pass, I’ll still take requests for them within their time in canon, they’ll get the above things I outlined for Liam (one-shots, blurbs, headcanons, the GF’s pov through their death and possibly for a while after, and then the happy ending as a bonus chapter of “what could have been”.)

if any of the girls or other side characters pass, I’ll also do the above, minus the GF stuff and the happy ending au. though they may make appearances in the happy ending AUs for the GFs, since it’s a “everybody-but-Liam-lives” AU. so sorry Liam. but somebody needs to be the namesake for [redacted]’s son… (any guesses?)

maybe I’ll write a happy ending for Liam and Spark and have it be a dream of hers after he dies. that would be cruel. but I’d do it anyway.

I hope that all made sense. but I did say that it was complicated, didn’t I?

love ya! 🤍

#liz.txt #answered

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dumbass-nibblyfan · 1 month ago

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౨ৎ Sleepy

Warning⚠️: short and suggestiveness ig :p

Paul was tired.

He didn’t get much sleep last night due to the sound of noisy construction sounds outside of his apartment building and the noises of the jackhammer getting ingrained into his mind, he tried to ignore the sound by listening to white noises on full blast but that didn’t work for a while and he only got 3 1/2 hours of sleep and that messed with his mood. He was more quiet and often tuned out any type of talking noise because all he could hear was the faint sound of the fucking jackhammer.

Now he was in his small suffocating cubicle, his fingers pressing down multiple keys to make out words on the digital program he was working on and just wanted his day at his job to be over with. He tries to stay away and tried to keep his hands on the keyboard but his arms slowly became more and more limp as he blinks slowly, falling in and out of consciousness as he does so, he let out a yawn and stared at the computer screen which was getting a bit blurry due to his vision not focusing on the screen completely.

Before he knows it, his eyes are closed and he slips into his dream subconscious..

He was in some unrecognizable room and was sitting down, he didn’t move but his arms slowly scanned the wall in front of him since it was the only thing he could look at for the moment. He soon feels hands slip onto his waist, familiar hands that stay on his waist as a pair of lips land on his shoulder and place small kisses, he inhales sharply at the unexpected contact but doesn’t move and could barely exhale a breath he was holding. The hands start to move up from his stomach, one hand staying there, and one hand on his chest as the lips start kissing his neck.

Paul could feel blood rushing to his cheeks, making him blush as the soft pair of lips start kissing near his pulse. His breath slowly quickens as the hand, that was on his stomach goes down to the belt, the tip of the fingers moving under his belt and the lips start kissing behind Paul’s ear but stood and whispers-

“wake up..”

Paul was confused before opening his eyes and coming to, he feels a bit more awake due to the adrenaline from that short dream and shakes his head before quickly going back to work.

‘I miss [REDACTED]..’ he thinks as his erection strains against his pants

#hatchetfield #starkid #suggestive #the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm #paul tgwdlm #paul x reader #paul matthews #🍭🩷nibblyfan post #hinted x reader

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justaboymadeofhoneyandglass · 8 months ago

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Hi hruuu

hiii

Im good hehe, we're going back from vacation tmrw morning and I have school on Monday whcih kinda sucks but eh I'll live ig

At least I'll be back on my usual autism routine which will be very nice for me

I've like 16000 steps today it's sooo crazy how much you actually walk around in big cities lol

I miss [redacted] tho like it's not even my hometown but I fr miss it more than I've missed my hometown like,, ever lmao

Not me going off on a rant haha lol

hruu

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Ive been reading so many aus and now request that you contribute to my brain rot good sir

Hmm, the only AU situation I've put some thought into is that Sandayu sitcom dad shitpost.

Okay, so all five of them show up in Tokyo together with their usual case of amnesia and are like "dunno what tf is going on, but we all have the same stars on our hands, so let's stick together ig". None of them remember their names so MC2 takes it upon herself to give everyone nicknames to go by based on their features: Itsy Bitsy, Beauty (It's not narcissism if it's true!), Titan, Lanky, and [REDACTED] (Just call him R). Everything resumes the same with them going to Shinjuku, being taken into Mononobe's care, him disappearing, and Sandayu hoping in under Smoky God's employment. Problem is that they're like SUPER difficult to deal with after Mononobe left because they're hurt about being abandoned by their "dad", so he has to try really hard to worm his way in and earn their trust, resulting in shenanigans.

-Itsy outwardly seems cutesy and agreeable, but in reality is the Devil incarnate. They love attention and playing games, using their small, unassuming appearance to drag unfortunate bastards into playing with them until all their energy is drained out of them. Anyone who tries to leave them before they're okay with it, won't be shown any mercy. Absolute Hell will be unleashed upon them, which Sandayu finds out the hard way. The other four don't get sucked into their drama because they already know the trick to dealing with them. R is the most resistant to their games, but everyone knows he secretly has a soft spot for them, which is why they have matching nam- *bonked unconscious by stray sword flying through air* It's hard to tell how they feel about Mononobe because they flip between hatred and grief when he's mentioned.

-Beauty is sociable and wants to do fun teen things like hanging out with friends, sneaking out late, going on adventures, and cyberbullying minors. You can usually find her surrounded by people and being the center of attention. Also, she not-so-secretly likes seeing drama go down and will ignite it from a distance, but most people don't notice this trait and like her regardless. She ultimately ignores Sandayu's existence and attempts to engage with her, even if he's right in front of her, and insists that Mononobe will be back any day now.

-Titan is friendly, helpful, and the protective one of the group. Too helpful. He rarely shows up to class or does his work and his grades are tanking because he will drop everything and go assist someone as soon as they call for him. It's not an exaggeration. Once he recieved a call from Andvari during class, saying that he needs someone to cover a shift at his resort ASAP, and Titan immediately jumped out of the window and ran there because "Andvari needed him now and taking the stairs was a waste of time". He's actually kind and cordial with Sandayu, but he's like that with everyone. He won't show it, but he's exhausted and just wants a break. That won't happen though. Secretly, he feels responsible for Mononobe leaving since he thinks taking care of five kids on his own while working must've been too much for him and that if he proves that he can bare some of that load, Mononobe will return.

-Lanky is mopey, tired, and an airhead. He typically forgets to change into his school uniform, sleeps through class and practically everywhere else, and is always daydreaming when he's not. It's easy to drag them along on adventures and drama because he doesn't have a strong opinion on much. They have a "everyone is my pillow" mentality, which the other four don't seem to mind. Lanky is mostly indifferent towards Sandayu, but wishes he'd stop interrupting their naps. He usually doesn't talk about Mononobe, only contibuting a furrowed brow and frown, but on their off-days, he will cry over the slightest reminder of him.

-[REDACTED] doesn't like his nickname and finds it embarrassing, so he chose to shorten it to R. Nobody knows his real name besides the other four and Mononobe since every mention of it has been hidden and he will beat anyone who goes digging for it with the blunt end of his sword. Overall, he's the most normal and easiest to deal with of the group. He's mostly reserved and occasionally snarky, doesn't cause problems at school unless his "siblings" drag him into it, and he acts like any other teen. He has accepted that Mononobe is gone and doesn't cause Sandayu any grief over that specifically, but he doesn't trust him because he suspects that he has dishonest intentions in getting close to him and the others (he does). R won't show it often, but he cares deeply for the others and wants to protect them from getting burned by someone like Mononobe again.

They all love each other while Sandayu is going through it and getting his ass kicked.

#ask

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