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[bevanne46]

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[amoressb]

───── GIRLY GIRL 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ who would’ve thought riki would date the exact polar opposite of himself ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

FLUFF & wc. 1600 / kissing , skinship , petnames ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

you’re perched on rikis bed, legs folded neatly underneath you, watching as he rummages through his closet. his room is a perfect reflection of him. it’s minimalistic yet cozy, with a few scattered items that scream nishimura riki—a lego set on his desk, a random beanie tossed over a chair, and a collection of hoodies taking up most of his closet space.

he lets out a dramatic sigh, pulling out a dark gray hoodie before turning toward you. “here,” he says, tossing it over your head.

you squeak, wiggling your arms free before slipping it on. it’s oversized, drowning your smaller frame, and smells just like him. it’s a mix of fresh laundry, cologne, and something uniquely Riki.

“you love making me look tiny, don’t you?” you tease, hugging the sleeves around your hands.

riki smirks, walking over and leaning down so his face is level with yours. “yeah,” he admits shamelessly, tilting his head. “it’s cute.”

your cheeks warm, but you roll your eyes playfully. “fake emo boyfriend thinks i’m cute, what a shocker.”

“fake emo boyfriend is crazy,” riki deadpans, nudging your cheek with his nose. “i’m literally so mysterious.”

you giggle, poking his stomach. “baby, you laugh at your own jokes and trip over air. you are not mysterious. if anything, you’re just a cutie patootie.”

he groans, dramatically flopping onto the bed beside you. “cutie patootie should be illegal. take it back.”

“nope,” you say, shifting so you’re half on top of him. “you’re a cutie patootie and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

riki exhales through his nose, rolling his eyes, but the way his arms immediately circle around your waist says otherwise. “you’re lucky i love you,” he mutters, his voice low and affectionate.

you nuzzle into his chest, smiling against the fabric of his hoodie. “i know.”

the dorm is already buzzing with energy when you step inside, but the second the door clicks shut behind you, the noise dies down. six pairs of eyes immediately snap toward you.

“riki, you’re joking,” sunoo blurts, eyes wide in disbelief.

“who is this angel and what is she doing with you?” jake teases, crossing his arms with an amused smirk.

“she’s too pretty for you,” jungwon adds bluntly.

your cheeks heat up at the sudden attention, and you instinctively shift closer to riki. he, of course, doesn’t miss a beat and his arm wraps securely around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.

“yeah, yeah, ha ha,” riki deadpans, rolling his eyes. “okay this is y/n, my girlfriend. i know, shocking revelation.”

his members don’t respond immediately. instead, they exchange glances, their expressions a mix of surprise, amusement, and utter disbelief.

“you’re so…” sunghoon trails off, scanning you from head to toe before settling on riki. “girly.”

“and?” riki challenges, raising an eyebrow.

“it’s just—” sunoo gestures vaguely between the two of you. “we all thought you’d end up with someone like…i don’t know, a female version of you?”

“yeah, like, all dark clothes, quiet, super sarcastic, probably into gaming just like you,” heeseung adds, rubbing his chin like he’s solving a mystery.

“but instead, you’re dating—” jungwon gestures to you. “her.”

you blink, “what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, raising a brow, though your voice remains playful.

“you’re all soft and pretty and you literally look like you stepped out of a pinterest board,” jay says, nodding toward your outfit, a cute, pastel-toned ensemble accessorized with dainty jewelry. “we just didn’t see it coming.”

riki grins, tightening his grip on you. “i like my girlfriend all soft and pretty. she’s my princess.”

your heart flutters at his words, and you instinctively squeeze his hand. “rikiiiii,” you whine playfully, hiding your face in his hoodie.

jungwon lets out a long sigh, shaking his head. “this is actually insane. i never thought i’d see the day riki became whipped.”

“i am not whipped,” riki scoffs, immediately going on the defensive.

“oh, really?” jake smirks, stepping forward. “then prove it.”

“what do you mean, prove it?” riki narrows his eyes.

“let go of her,” jake says simply, nodding toward his arm around your waist. “if you’re not whipped, you can let her go, right?” riki doesn’t move. the room erupts in laughter.

“oh my god,” sunoo gasps between wheezes. “he actually can’t let go.”

“shut up,” riki grumbles, but his grip on you only tightens.

you giggle, tilting your head up to look at him. “you are kinda proving their point, baby.”

riki exhales sharply before dramatically peeling his hand away from your waist, only to immediately grab your fingers instead. “there,” he mutters. “happy?”

“that doesn’t count!” sunghoon laughs. “you’re still holding her!”

“you guys are so annoying,” riki groans, but he’s smiling despite himself.

“okay, okay,” heeseung grins, clapping his hands together. “y/n, since you’re officially part of the group now, we need to ask you some important questions.”

you perk up. “oh? like what?”

“first,” jay starts, leaning forward like he’s about to uncover a huge secret. “who made the first move?”

riki snorts. “me, obviously.”

“are you sure?” sunoo arches a brow. “i feel like she had to force you into realizing your feelings.”

“hey!” riki glares. “i realized them on my own.”

you hum, tilting your head playfully. “i did have to wait a bit for him to catch up.”

the room explodes with laughter again, and riki looks personally offended. “baby,” he whines. “you’re supposed to be on my side!”

you giggle, squeezing his hand. “i am, baby. i’m just also right.” his members coo at the interaction and riki groans, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“okay, next question,” heeseung continues, thoroughly enjoying this. “what’s the cutest thing riki has ever done for you?”

you pause, thinking. “hmmm…he always makes sure i have one of his hoodies when i stay over, and he buys me snacks in my favorite flavors without me even asking.”

“that’s so soft,” sunoo gasps dramatically. “who is this riki, and what did he do with the old one?”

“right?” jake shakes his head. “he used to make fun of us for being romantic, and now he’s out here being all boyfriend coded.”

“okay, that’s enough questions,” riki cuts in, glaring at his members. “we get it. i have the best girlfriend ever.”

you beam up at him, batting your lashes. “awww, you think i’m the best?”

riki sighs, but the way he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear betrays him. “yeah,” he mutters. “you know i do.”

his members all groan in unison.

“this is so unfair,” jungwon complains. “i thought riki was gonna be the last one to act all lovey dovey, but he’s actually the worst one.”

“it’s sickening,” sunghoon nods.

“get used to it,” riki smirks. “she’s not going anywhere.”

you lean into his side, smiling as his fingers intertwine with yours. “nope,” you agree. “i’m not going anywhere.”

his members groan again, but the teasing fades into something softer, something almost approving.

maybe you weren’t who they expected, but watching riki beam at you like you were his entire world?

yeah, they could definitely get used to this.

hours later, after playing games, eating snacks, and listening to rikis members tease him relentlessly about you, he finally tugs you away to his room.

the door shuts softly behind you, enclosing you both in a peaceful quiet that contrasts the lively energy outside. you let out a sigh, stretching your arms above your head before flopping onto his bed.

“they were so nice,” you hum. “i thought i was gonna be nervous, but they made me feel so welcome.”

riki hums, settling beside you. “too welcome,” he mutters, eyes narrowing. “i thought jake was gonna steal you away.”

you giggle, shifting onto your side to face him. “never,” you promise, reaching up to tuck a strand of his hair back then resting your hand on his cheek, softly caressing him. “i’m your girlfriend, remember?”

his gaze softens instantly. “mine,” he echoes, his fingers tracing slow circles on your hip.

you nod, letting your hand now rest against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “yours,” you confirm.

riki exhales deeply, like he’s processing the weight of your words, then leans in, brushing his nose against yours. “can i kiss you?” he murmurs.

your heart stutters. even after all this time, he still asks.

“of course, baby,” you whisper.

riki cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin before he finally presses his lips against yours. the kiss is slow, gentle, like he’s savoring the moment. when he pulls away, his lips linger against yours, reluctant to break the contact completely.

“you make me so soft,” he mutters, half annoyed but mostly in awe.

you giggle, playing with the collar of his hoodie. “you like it.”

riki groans, rolling onto his back and dragging you with him so you’re curled against his chest. “maybe,” he admits, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

you snuggle closer, letting your fingers trace lazy patterns on his chest. “i thought bringing you here would be kinda nerve wracking,” he murmurs. “but having you next to me just makes everything feel…easy.”

your lips curve into a soft smile. “that’s because i’m your safe place, duh.”

riki goes quiet for a moment, then exhales, tightening his hold around you. “yeah,” he whispers. “you really are, my love.”

with one last kiss to your forehead, he tucks you against his chest, holding you close as sleep starts to pull you both under—wrapped up in warmth, in love, in each other.

⋆｡°✩ @cheruphic @liwinly @chrrific @hyukabean @ijustwannareadstuff20 @jellyluv4eva

[amoremainslayer]

HELLO ITS KUNI!!(my phones glitching i cant get off of anon help) BUT ANYWAYS IMAGINE JEALOUS FIANCÉ RICKY BEING SO ROUGH WITH READER BC SHE GOT MAD AT RK AND WENT OUT TO FLIRT W OTHER MEN (to make him jealous ofc) AND IT TURNS INTO HOT ROUGH SeX😻 (could be in a car btw im so down bad for him id let him hit it anywhere)

The ring on your finger

Pairing : Shen ricky x Fem reader

Genre : Smut, slight angst.

Warnings : nsfw under the cut, barely any plot, degration, no protection, oral (both receiving), fingering, semi-public sex, edging, mean+jealous ricky, hanbin is lowkey readers side peace.

A/n : Girl you got me going crazy with this prompt🤭🤭

Your lips nearly touched his ear as you whispered soft nothings into his ear. Your hands stroked along the expensive fabric of his suit until they reached his hands.

"Oh no, I'm single" You spoke humbly, looking at the man infront of you who called himself Hanbin. His charming smile left goosebumps spreading over your skin. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help yourself.

Your fiancé, Ricky, had enraged you again. He had decided to let one of the most sought-after woman in China flirt with him, knowing damn well how possessive you could get for him. Maybe he wanted to play with you, or maybe he just loved seeing you angry. But he didn't expect you'd ignore him so easily before walking away from the gathering.

"You're wearing such a beautiful ring, I thought you were married" Hanbin spoke gently, one of his hands resting on your waist. You chuckled, looking at your engagement ring "Ofcourse not" You smiled, pulling the ring off your ringfinger before putting it onto your index finger "I just get weak for pretty and expensive things" You tilted your head, flashing him a sheepish smile.

Hanbin chuckled, lifting his hand up to brush a strand of hair out off your face "Maybe we should move this conversation into a restaurant with some champagne?" He asked, his eyes having a sly glint.

You were about to agree, ready to get yourself spoiled by some rich Korean business man not until you felt slender fingers gripping around your wrist strongly.

You winced slightly, looking up only to be met with Ricky's dark eyes. You felt him pulling you with him but you held onto hanbin who had a confused look on his face "Who's this?" Hanbin asked, hand gripping onto your other arm while gazing to ricky.

You were about to answer until ricky interuppted you "Her fiancé" He said, pulling your engagement ring off your index finger posessively before placing it onto your ring finger.

You let out a helpless yelp as Ricky began pulling you out of the bar down the street up to his car. The silence was thick as Ricky opened the door before throwing you into the backseat "Ricky I-" You stuttered, watching him lean down to give you a dark glare.

"Had fun flirting with that bastard?" Ricky's deep voice echoed through your ears. You scoffed slightly, crossing your arms "Had fun flirting with that slut" You mocked him, mentioning the past incident that was the reason you flirted with Hanbin.

Ricky raised an eyebrow, climbing into the car before closing the door. He hovered you, his manly scent engulfing your nostrils. If this situation wasn't about who's pride was higher, you would've folded easily.

But you were a brat, ego a little too high to give up so easily "You really have no shame don't you?" He said mockingly, his hand stroking along your exposed neck.

"He was fucking you with his eyes" Ricky spoke, his voice hoarse in anger and lust. You gulped, hands fiddling with the fabric of your, slightly too short, skirt.

Ricky's eyes traveled over your body before finally gazing into yours "And you even put off the ring" His voice was a mere growl, possessiveness glowing in his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry I.." You stuttered but ended up biting your lip. No words would be enough to apoligize for putting off the ring. It was something no one had ever done, even if the two of you tried to make eachother jealous or get revenge.

In just a few seconds ricky was leaning down, kissing and biting your neck which left you gasping softly. Your hands wandered to his shoulders, longing to feel his skin against yours, but he just took your wrists before holding them above your head.

"Gonna show you who you belong to" He murmured, his tongue sliding around the skin of your neck. Soft whimpers escaped your lips, eyes closing as you enjoyed his touch.

Your wrists were trapped between his left hand while his other hand was busy holding your waist and hips. His hand wandered up, intending to grope your breasts but the corset you were wearing made it nearly impossible to do so.

He began undoing the laces in the back before getting too impatient and just ripping them open, throwing the corset to the front seats.

A soft yelp left your lips as your sensitive breasts made contact with the air. His tongue swirled around your nipples, leaving you arching your back beneath his touch.

His other hand began pinching your nipples, pushing into pure ecstasy. You pressed your thighs together, feeling your walls wetten.

"Could Hanbin to touch you like this?" Ricky's asked mockingly, biting your nipples which left you moaning loudly. "Only I can taste you like this" he growled.

His mouth wandered deeper and deeper while his hand pulled down your skirt, revealing your black lace panties "Only I can make you this wet" he whispered, his slender finger running down your clothes cunt.

You moaned loudly, spreading your legs even further as you gave ricky a desperate look "Please quanrui I... I can't wait any longer" you whined, eliciting a grin onto Ricky's lips at the mention of his birth name.

Without any further teasing ricky pulled down your panties, licking a long stripe along your walls. You arched your back, his tongue against your cunt left you seeing stars.

He began eating you like a starving animal, his tongue flicking your clit while his fingers began thrusting into you. Your were bucking your hips against his mouth wildly. Your hands gripping onto his hair, urging him do dive even deeper.

You felt your climax coming closer to you each second, your whines and moans increasing in volume. Just as you felt yourself being close ricky pulled away, his lips and chin soaked in your juices while giving you a mocking grin.

"You thought you could cum?" He spoke after a scoff, rolling his eyes. You whined even louder, legs trembling in anticipation "rui please.." You cried out as tears of frustration build in the corner of your eyes.

"You're so pathetic" he mumbled, tongue gracing over your stomach up to your breasts. You let out another whine, arching your back into his touch.

You could hear his hand opening the zipper of his expensive pants, pulling them down together with his boxers. His lengthy erection slapped against your stomach.

He grabbed a fist of your hair before pulling you onto his cock, your tongue desperately swirling around his length "fuck.." He groaned, his eyes semi opened while he stared down onto you.

You began slightly gagging as his tip touched the back of your throat with each thrust, but ricky didn't care. He wanted to make you regret ever even looking at other men.

Saliva ran down your chin as you continued deepthroating Ricky, his veins prominent on your tongue. You could feel his thrusts increase in pace, his breaths and grunts becoming louder with each second.

"Gonna gulp it all, got it?" He spoke dominantly, making you nodd on his cock. Mere seconds later his climax finally washed over Ricky, his semen flowing int your mouth effortlessly as his cock twitched in pleasure.

Ricky bit his lip at the sight of your swollen lips and red cheeks. He pulled his cock out of your mouth, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip "Do you think you deserve a reward for taking me so good?" He asked in amusement, raising an eyebrow as you nodded desperately.

"P-please I've been so well i-" You began sobbing out of frustration, the build up pleasure and broken ego left you even more desperate than usual. Ricky cooed sarcastically, wiping away your tears "shhh baby don't worry, I'm gonna make sure you feel good" He grinned sarcastically.

You nodded gently, slowly calming down. Ricky sat down, his back leaning against the car seat as he tapped his lap "sit." He demanded to which you obediently followed.

Your entrance was dangerously close to his throbbing cock, tip pink from his previous climax. Ricky's hands landed on your hips as you slowly sank down on his cock, a loud moan escaping your lips as Ricky let his head fall back.

No matter how mad he was, the way your cunt takes him so well just leaves him weak every time. "Move" he grunted which lead you to slowly move up and down his length.

The car was filled with your moans and grunts, the sound of your skin slapping together echoing through each corner. Ricky began picking up his space, thrusting up into your walls while letting out low moans.

"Taking me so well huh? Could hanbin do you like I do?" He murmured into your ear. You whined, shaking your head eagerly while moving in the same rythm as him.

"Use your words baby" He groaned, hitting your cervix with each thrust. You whimpered "No he c-couldnt" you breathed out, earning a satisfied grin from ricky.

You cried out in pleasure as you felt yourself nearing your climax "Ricky i-i'm close" you gasped, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

He hummed softly, eyes semi opened "wait for me baby, you can do that right?" He spoke smoothly and you nodded eagerly, trying your best in holding back your orgasm.

Ricky continued thrusting into you until a deep groan erupted from his throat, his semen spurting into you while coating your walls in white. You let out a high moan, you cunt clenching around his cock as your thighs trembled in pleasure.

You hid your face in his neck while panting heavily. Ricky draped his arms around you, pulling you close to him "Let's not make eachother jealous anymore, okay love?" He whispered into your ear to which you just nodded.

"I love you" You whispered, pressing a gentle kiss onto his jaw. He gave you a warm smile, kissing your forehead "I love you too baby"

[anxiousapplepie]

Woke up imagining a bear made of rose petals and immediately thought of your story so (since you've briefly talked fauna) I wanted to ask: can roses create animals or is their magic restricted to rose forms only?

and follow-up questions cause I can't help myself!! If yes: can this wildlife sustain itself henceforth or would they act like summons, who decay if their summoner stops supplying magic to them? And continuing with the idea that they CAN create animals, would there be laws regulating what critters can be created or is it possible a rose could just go ham and make an amalgamation of stuff?

:D OKAYOKAYOKAY, magic lore time!!! Or at least an introduction to how combined magic works in the RK world because boy howdy I need to do this XD So! Roses can create wood and flowers, yeah? Swords, bouquets, fabric- stuff like that is an extension of a Rose's magic, made physical and real. But none of that stuff is "alive" or sentient. A Rose could create a perfectly lifelike wooden statue of an animal, but it's not going to come to life...

... without a little help from Dragon magic >:3 Remember how Dragons have the power to share their energy with others? A Dragon can also give their magic to an inanimate object (typically made of plant stuff) and bring it to life! Depending on how much energy a Dragon gives (and the quality of the material they are powering up) a wooden creature can have some level of intelligence and ability to sustain itself for short periods of time. Most small critters made of wood are very pathetic and harmless, and need to be charged up with Dragon powers regularly otherwise they'll die and decay. But some creatures are 100% independent and self-sustaining if they got enough juice! In the cities there are definitely laws and rules against creating wildlife that are too big, dangerous, or "abominations against nature". But in the wilds and forest, anything goes and there is A LOT of freaky creatures if you know where to look! >:3

Bristly really wishes George would leave his carved ducks alone, tho XD

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Snack

Micheal Perry x GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 5: Biting

Summary: Micheal has a kink.

A/N: Thank you @thexsanctuaryx for betaing!

Warnings: kissing, biting, a little teasing, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 434

Michael pulls you closer, his hands squeezing your hips as you grind against him. Your fingers tug lightly on his hair, the fabric of his shirt, your thighs either side of his as you sit in his lap and kiss him senseless. 

The date was going much better than he thought it would, especially after he’d fucked up and gone to the wrong place. Resulting in him being forty six minutes late. 

He wouldn’t have held it against you if you’d bailed on him. 

But instead, you’d waited, laughing kindly and calling him ‘silly’ when he’d arrived at last. 

“You could have left, you didn’t have to wait.” 

“You called me Michael, wasn’t as if you’d left me high and dry.” 

He definitely wasn’t going to leave you high and dry now. 

You press him further back into the sofa, licking into his mouth and leaving him breathless. The little whine he lets out that is muffled thankfully by your lips is quickly overshadowed as you break the kiss to mouth against his jaw. The sound that leaves him this time is sinful, putting most pornos he’s watched to shame. 

His hips buck instinctively, desperate for any friction as he ruts against you. He moans your name, his eyes closed as pleasure twists and sparks up his spine. 

You kiss further along his skin, brushing your teeth over his pulse point and he jumps, shivers like lightning striking his skin. 

“Oh god-” He clamps his lips together, breathing hard, embarrassment pulling at his chest. 

You pull back a fraction and Michael keeps his eyes closed, he’d blown it. Been too fucking loud and too fucking into the feeling of your teeth. 

You pause, lightly running your fingers over his cheek. When he doesn’t open his eyes, you speak, soft and needy. “Michael?” 

“Hmm?” 

You tap his bottom lip which is still pressed tight, paling under the pressure. “You okay?”

He swallows, shifting a little and you grin. 

“You like it when I kiss here?” You lean back down, pressing a feather light touch to his pulse point. 

His breathing hitches. 

“Or do you like it more when I…?” You lightly run your teeth over his skin before you bite gently. 

He whines, his fingers tightening in your clothes, a soft gasp leaving his lips. 

“Oh, you dooo.” You tease, unable to hide your glee. 

“I, I know it’s a little, so I-” His quick uncertain mumble is quickly cut off as you sink your teeth back into his neck. Harder this time. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, god, harder, please!”

You do exactly as he asks. 

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[amazing-world-of-amaris]

1-30 on your most recent ask game

and 1-50 on the one before:3 ((50. Can I give you a smooch🥺))

-🎶

Hii puppy!!

Soft asks:

1. What song makes you feel better?

It's not a game/it's just a ride, from ride of the cyclone

2. What is your go to comfort show?

Stranger Things

3. Reading or writing? Why?

Reading, my writing skills aren't that good so I usually read more

4. What's your favorite feeling?

Contentment

5. How do you like to take care of yourself?

Taking my time

6. What's your favorite candle scent?

Pumpkin spice

7. Who do you feel most like yourself around?

My boyfriend and my best friends

8. What's a fabric/texture that's nostalgic for you?

T-shirt fabric

9. Best childhood moment?

Going "on the polor express" with my aunt and uncle

10. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried?

When me and my friend was talking about how she's a lesbian and she said she isn't a lesbian she's just an ally that likes girls

11. Do you have a comfort idem?

Yes, my bahaj

12. What calms you down?

My bed, it's very soft and fluffy

13. Bath or shower to relax?

Shower, it's the most accessible for me

14. What's something upcoming that you're excited for?

To start physical therapy!!!

15. Comfort food?

Phó

16. What's something you want to create soon?

A weighted blanket

17. How do you feel best loved?

Being understood and having help when I start not being able to breathe

18. What age in life do you think you'll feel most yourself?

23-25

19. Have you ever written or received a love letter?

Yes I write them all the time

20. Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart

Getting my first BAB

21. Tea, coffee, or hot cocoa?

I'm on a tea craze right now, but I love coffee

22. Name of your favorite playlist?

I'm infected

23. Have you ever received flowers?

No I don't think so

24. Who is your best friend?

They're both not on tumbler so I can't give out names

25. If your soul was a color, what would it be?

A dark green I think, or dark misty blue

26. If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

In Maine or Alaska with my partner and his partners

27. Do you garden? Have you ever grown something?

Yes sometimes, and yes I've grown strawberries and tomatoes

28. What are you proudest of?

Gaining the trust of multiple prey animals quickly

29. Are you a kind person?

I think so

30. What do your hobbies look like?

I read, write somethings, draw, and take care of my animals most of the time

Asks:

1. Do you have freckles?

In the summer time yeah

2. Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it?

Both, tea I take just the regular herbal tea packets, and coffee I take iced and with some half and half

3. What was the last song you listened to?

Wasted by RKS

4. Do you sleep on your back, stomach, or side?

Stomach

5. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

Yes, a lot of them

6. Do you prefer drawing or writing?

Drawing right now

7. What's your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?

6, One for under me, one over, with a wind blocker over that, one to snuggle up with or use if I get cold, one for decor, and my weighted baby blanket

8. What's your favorite band/artist?

RKS or Madilyn mei

9. When is your birthday?

April 16th

10. How tall are you?

5'6

11. What color are your eyes?

A dark brown

12. Who are 5 people you want to hug right now?

My mom, boyfriend, my two best friends and my childhood best friend

13. Fears?

A lot of different ones because of my OCD

14. What's your favorite color?

forest green or misty blue

15. What's your favorite season? Autumn

16. Want any tattoos? What of?

Yes so many!!, I want lady bugs around one knee and pill bugs around the other one, a sunflower for my mum, SOUE eye on my ankle, a semi colen, quotes from songs and stuff, and a couple of matching ones with my bf and my bsfs

17. Want any piercings? Where?

Yes!!!! Snake bites, bridge, two or three ear piercings, and a industrial

18. Who is the last person you texted?

Music man

19. Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends?

2 since 6th grade

20. What/who do you miss?

My mum

21. How was your day today?

It's been good, had therapy didn't do much else

22. How much sleep did you get last night?

I have absolutely no idea

23. Do you believe in aliens?

Kinda? I believe there are other forms of life

24. When is the last time you cried? Why?

A lil the other day when I went non verbal iykyk

25. What's your favorite decade?

2000s

26. What are some seemingly childish things you like?

Stuffed animals and coloring books

27. What's your favorite book?

The hobbit

28. How are you, really?

Good, I'm on my period and it makes my chronic pain worse

29. How long does it take for you to make decisions?

It depends on what it's about and have important it's to the situation

30. What are you looking forward to in the near future?

School!!!

31. What are you looking forward in the distant future?

Seeing my puppy and the 6 musketeers

32. If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?

To my bf

33. Do you sleep with the door open or closed?

Closed, I can't do it open

34. What's your favorite flower?

Chrysanthemum

35. Do you currently have a squish? Maybe??? I have 3 squish mellows

36. Do you like you middle name?

Kinda, it's really feminine

37. Do you prefer dogs or cats?

Cats

38. Do you have any phobias?

Sorta, I'm getting over a lot of them though

39. Do you stay up late?

All the time, I have a lot of trouble winding down

40. Do you like the beach? Sunny or cloudy?

Yes!!! Cloudy

41. What's your favorite cartoon?

Probably HTTYD

42. Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

@jay-may-be-a-corvid @horny-isopod @psychowhxre @kingozzie183 @nondelphic

43. Do you have any siblings? How many?

Yup, 3 not including me

44. Who's the last person you said I love you to?

My puppy

45. Is there anyone you would die for?

If they've had a positive impact in my life yeah

46. What do you need when you're sad?

A hug, water, a dirty Dr Pepper, and a comfort movie ( the hobbit and LOTRs)

47. Have you memorized your phone number?

Yep

48. Who's someone you can trust with your life?

My partner puppy <33

49. What does your last text say?

It's taking about how I bleed like a bitch when on my period

50. Can I have a kiss?

PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[honey-beann]

🐾

🐾 - Pet names

Thanks for the drabble request, anon! I hope you like it, I had a lot of fun writing something this lighthearted :)

Also I totally went over the word count here but since it took me less than an hour I've decided no one can question or judge me about this >:)

Honeyed Words (I'm Yours)

rk boys (Nines, Connor, Sixty) x Reader

Word Count: 1,849 (yeah... I know)

Leaning forward against the back of Hank's sofa with your arms folded over one another, you couldn't help but roll your eyes and fight back a sigh at the sight of the movies that Gavin, Tina, and Chris were saving to tonight's potential watch list.

"All rom coms? Seriously guys?"

You scoffed, watching as Gavin all but sneered in response, turning slightly to face you as you continued.

"Come on dude, where's your Halloween spirit?"

You teased, nudging him with your knuckles gently as he rolled his eyes at your antics, clearly far less amused than you were.

"It's September 23rd, don't you talk to me about Halloween until the month is over."

Groaning, you flung your body to the side, pressing your spine against the back of the couch and extending your arms straight out to either side of you as you pouted exaggeratedly,

"C'mon Reed, do you have to be such a stickler for seasonal deadlines?"

Instead of responding, your coworker just flipped you off, opening his mouth to call into the kitchen where all three of your boyfriends and their familiarly gruff father figure were standing around like divorcees at a barbecue.

"Hey robo cops, could you please come get your feral creature before I put it down myself?!"

He shouted, a smirk crossing his features when you pulled away from the couch to glare at him, already hearing the familiar sound of slightly swishing fabric and nearly silent footsteps that signaled the oncoming arrival of one of your partners.

"Y'know Reed, if you're really so worried about her being feral, you could consider getting a rabies shot. You've been looking a little sickly lately."

Sixty countered easily in response to your coworker's previous quip as he flung his arm across your shoulders, pulling you against him with a slight smirk.

You smiled at his easy embrace, nearly vibrating with joy as he kissed the top of your head, smiling down at you with that lopsided grin that always made you feel so giddy inside.

"Oh fuck off bullet brain, you're the one who let her do three shots of tequila tonight, don't act like I'm not allowed to be annoyed by her weird ass antics."

Sixty hummed in response, clearly feeling no urge to argue as he began guiding you towards the kitchen.

"C'mon Sugar, lets get some real food in you hmm?"

He purred against the shell of your ear, instantly lighting your cheeks on fire both with his proximity and his use of one of his favorite pet names for you, which never failed to give you butterflies.

As you grew closer to the dining area, he pressed gently on the small of your back to urge you past the threshold, though clearly you were a bit more tipsy than he'd realized, because you absolutely would've toppled over if not for the pair of familiarly strong hands that caught you by your shoulders.

You looked up slightly, taking in the sight of pale arms dotted with freckles that were barren of sleeves all the way up until just above the elbow, kept in place solely by the incredibly thorough job this individual had done while rolling them upward.

And that could only be...

"Nines."

You breathed out softly, feeling yourself melt a bit as you looked up into his eyes.

After well over a year of affection from all three of your partners, you just never got used to the way they all looked at you, or the sweet and familiar things they would call you in favor of your name.

And speaking of...

"Well hello there, Darling."

Nines spoke gently, quirking a brow at you in minor amusement as he looked you over for any signs of injury just in case he'd missed something during your brief fall.

You felt your cheeks grow warmer as the sound of his affectionate pet name for you passed his lips, making you melt even further beneath his persistent gaze.

"I uh, got kicked out of the living room."

You explained quietly, watching as Nines tilted his head slightly in response before looking towards Sixty, who shrugged before taking a few steps closer and placing his palm on top of your head affectionately.

"Gavin wasn't impressed at her input regarding tonight's films of choice. I figured if she was being that disruptive she likely needed something to eat. Isn't that right, Sweetheart?"

You blushed harder as yet another pet name passed his lips, but nodded nonetheless, hoping they hadn't noticed just how much you enjoyed it when they spoke of you so sweetly.

Of course, they had long since noticed your reactions, in fact, it was almost a bit of a game now to see who could get you to blush the hardest with affectionate nicknames alone.

Not that they would ever tell you that.

"Is that so?"

Nines questioned gently, his hand raising to your face to push a stray hair of yours behind your ear before his thumb and index finger trailed down to your chin, which he caught with ease between the two, tilting your face upwards to make sure you were looking at him as he spoke.

"Have you been up to no good, Little one?"

He all but purred, making you squeak a bit in response as you attempted to find words that just wouldn't come.

Thankfully though, you did have one saving grace, and his name was Connor.

"Are you two tormenting her again?"

He asked as he stepped away from the stove, wiping his hands off on a nearby dish rag before he moved closer to you, offering his open arms for you to all but leap into, happy to have the opportunity to hug the one android who you hadn't gotten the chance to be affectionate with since before you'd even arrived at the house earlier.

Sixty scoffed at Connor's question, but Nines simply gave a dismissive hum, leaning back against the counter and watching as you nuzzled against his predecessor's chest with a content sigh.

Meanwhile, Connor glared at his successors with mock disappointment, hoping to appease you and your childish attitude (tipsiness) by offering them a fake scolding.

"You both know better, look at her, she's being perfectly good tonight."

He said pseudo-sternly, smiling down at you with a grin that immediately left you breathless the moment that you looked up and took it in.

God, why were they all so damn beautiful?

At the sight of your eyes meeting his own, Connor leaned down to kiss your forehead, bringing one of his hands up to palm your cheek lovingly as he did so, stroking is softly with his thumb all the while.

He continued this in silence for a few moments before giving you yet another reason to attempt melting into the grout marks in Hank's kitchen floor.

"Don't you worry about them Honey, they're just being difficult because they want to see you squirm."

You swallowed thickly at the familiar and yet still immensely impactful nickname, which never failed to make your heart leap in your chest.

"O-okay."

You whispered, watching as Connor nodded in satisfaction at your response before guiding you back into the waiting arms of your other two android partners, who were watching you with marked amusement.

"I'll bring dinner out to you in just a few minutes."

Connor murmured against the back of your head as he pressed another gentle kiss to it.

"I was thinking you could go pick a comfy spot in the living room for all of us to sit together while you wait though. Does that sound alright, Baby?"

He asked gently, taking you by surprise yet again with his use of another pet name that made you feel like you were left gasping for air.

Still, you managed a floundering nod in spite of yourself, and followed Nines and Sixty out into the living room, where they helped you make a rather comfortable seating area on the floor, one that consisted of two huge bean bags, several couch pillows that no one was using, and at least four big blankets, one of which was for you to lay under.

And with that, the seating arrangements were completed, and all that was left to do was actually use them, which with how dizzy you were beginning to feel from the tequila earlier, was something you were quite eager for.

Nines chuckled as he took a seat a bit further back on one of the beanbags, spreading his legs apart for you to sit in between as he held himself up on his palms so that you could lean against his chest.

This was a fairly normal position for the two of you, but even so, it made your heart race as you felt his firm chest press against your back, solidly holding you up without any issue.

Still, even with this added distraction, your persistent urge to celebrate the upcoming holiday had you complaining to Gavin once more about his list of potential options, although this time you were hoping that at least one of your loving boyfriends would consider helping you out.

Sadly though, they seemed far too amused by your insistence to actually say anything, instead choosing to press gentle kisses against your head and the back of your hand as they laid the blanket over you wordlessly.

"Aww c'mon you guys, do you really wanna watch any of this junk?"

You asked, motioning towards the screen with a grumble of annoyance.

From the left of you, Sixty chuckled and raised your knuckles to his lips without a word.

Nines on the other hand, did speak up, placing a kiss to your cheek just before he did so, a certain level of amusement to his tone that had you squirming between his strong legs.

"I couldn't care less about what we watch, Sweetling."

He murmured against the shell of your ear, immediately causing you to shiver.

"And honestly, I think these are all movies Connor has mentioned wanting to see. Don't you want to make him happy?"

He teased, running a finger up and down your cheek as you nodded almost dreamily, sinking into his touch as if your body were suddenly weighed down by bricks.

"Y-yeah, sure, okay."

You said quietly, hearing Nines hum from above you just as Connor came out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl of food to offer you, Hank hot on his heels with a large bowl of popcorn for him and the other couch users to share.

You dug in immediately, not paying any attention to the movie choice debate until it was basically over, and by that point, you were already so sleepy that you hardly realized anyone was talking at all.

Drowsy and more than a little bit intoxicated, you sighed contentedly as you moved to squeeze between Nines and Sixty, allowing Connor to rest his head upon your lap as you played with his hair all the way up until you lost consciousness entirely.

Yeah, okay. Maybe rom com movie nights weren't so bad after all.

I hope you enjoyed this little drabble fic! If you want to request one for yourself feel free to check out this post :)

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[werewolfsmile]

I'm only gonna keep talking about these characters for the rest of the month so I may as well share a bit of info!

RK the Werewolf

"Oh that? That's RK! Y'know, because he almost became roadkill on the front of my Tahoe the other night."

On the run from the only pack he's ever known, RK collides with the human world one fateful night - literally. Fearful of everything but with nowhere else to go, he remains in his wolf form and takes a chance on the human that hit him in the first place.

Levi Hawkins

His dark hair was not long enough to fall over his eyes but still long enough to be terribly mussed from sleep. One sleeve of his shirt had pulled up, exposing the length of his wrist and the tanned skin that disappeared behind the fabric. He was … attractive. I could not deny that.

Hitting a wolf with his car was not something he intended, but that single event will change Levi's life forever. He's a practical man, a fixer, so he does what he can to fix the wolf up and give him time to heal. But the wolf heals faster than should be possible, and Levi is too intrigued to let him go.

Serena Oakley

"Well, I suppose that's fair," Serena begrudgingly agreed. "As annoying as you are, the world would be a darker place without your ugly mug in it."

The last thing Serena expects is to get woken from her sleep with the news that Levi has hit a dog. But when the dog turns out to be a wolf with broken bones that heal overnight, she knows there is far more to this wolf than meets the eye. After all, she has secrets of her own.

[rkfabricator]

[illegalvampire]

i need more info about garrett rn actually. how does he interact with the rest of the dpd? especially how does he feel about connor? what are his favourite objects? does he like music? pls info dump i want to know him 👁👁

OMG OMG I AM GOING TO INFODUMP! BUCKLE UP!

Backstory/Lore:

He was released before Connor as a sort of "trial run" type of deal. Cyberlife wanted to dispose of the whole deviancy thing as quickly and quietly as possible, so they created the (at the time) latest addition to the RK line. They wanted him to be able to think and behave like a deviant to better catch them and didn't want humans catching on to CyberLife's involvement with this.

They programmed a beta version of a manufactured deviancy program into him, as well as a bit of a failsafe measure: he could not ever know that he is an android. That would destroy his program and CyberLife's control over him would be gone. He would be a loose cannon, just like every other deviant.

They gave him a personality, detailed backstory, fabricated documents and alibis for him. As far as CyberLife was concerned, he was a real, human person who has always existed, and they’ve never heard of him.

He realized he was an android the first time he saw his own blood (after getting his ass handed to him by a deviant lmao), and from there he pieced it together: he's a detective, after all.

He's one hell of an anti-android prick for being plastic himself. Every other word out of his mouth is a derogatory term for androids (plastic, tin can, toaster, etc etc etc). Even after realizing himself he has a bit of lingering disdain for androids. He desperately wishes he were human.

Being an android does not exclude him from being a dumbass lmaooo. He has the stupid and we love him for it

He is sooo so eepy all of the time. Get this man a thirium coffee stat

He is going to ruin his biocomponents bcs of his smoking habit, but he dgaf. He knows he looks cool doing it and he's right

He works very closely with the DPD! He's a good cop, and a better detective. He wants to do good by the people of Detroit, especially the androids.

He and Connor are good buddies! When he first learned about Connor, he couldn't help but be a little bit jealous-- what do you mean they replaced me??? Twice??? Huh???? -- but he's long past gotten over that. I think he and Connor would get along very well :)

He really likes notebooks/paper/stationary. It's a holdover from his Cyberlife days - the way they preferred he take notes and such. Anymore, he just likes it because oooo pretty shiny thing! Crow behavior

He LOVES music! He taught himself guitar almost immediately after becoming fully deviant. He really likes classic rock I think :))

Tysm for letting me ramble abt him lolololol <3 :)

[bevanne46]

FREE Marshland Quilt Pattern designed by Ariga Wilson for RK

[amoressb]

───── ALL TO ME 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ when you realize he loves you in all the ways your boyfriend never did ｡｡ bsf!riki x reader .

FLUFF & wc. 1300 / kissing, skinship, petnames ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

you met nishimura riki when you were twelve. he was the boy who stole fries off your tray when you weren’t looking, who laughed a little too loudly in the hallways, who sat behind you in class and flicked the back of your hoodie just to annoy you. he was the boy who somehow became your best friend, the one person who never left—who never even thought about leaving.

now, years later, he was still here.

the only difference was that now, his gaze lingered a little longer, his touches felt a little softer, and his presence carried something heavier. something unspoken.

you had a boyfriend. you had kai and yet, it was riki who always noticed when you weren’t okay. it was riki who showed up when kai forgot, who knew exactly what to say when you were upset, who could read you like his favorite book.

kai loved the idea of you, but riki? riki loved you.

and deep down, you knew it.

riki had always been attentive, but lately, it felt different, more intentional. when kai got your coffee order wrong, something as simple as forgetting you didn’t take sugar, riki was the one who silently slid the right one in front of you, already knowing you’d pretend to like what kai brought you.

when you had a stressful week, riki didn’t just tell you to rest. he showed up with your comfort movie queued up, your favorite blanket waiting, and a playlist of songs he knew calmed your nerves. kai, on the other hand, would just say, “that sucks. you’ll be fine.”

when you talked, when you rambled on about your dreams, your fears, the things that made your heart race, riki listened. not the kind of listening where someone nods along, half distracted. no, he remembered.

kai always forgot your favorite flower, so he never bought them. riki? riki never had to ask. he just showed up with them one day, casually handing them to you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“you remembered?” you had asked, stunned. “of course i did,” he had said, ruffling your hair. “it’s you.” maybe that was the moment you should have realized.

kai canceled your date. again.

you sat at the restaurant alone, staring at your phone as excuse after excuse popped up on your screen : work ran late. something came up. i’ll make it up to you.

but you didn’t believe it. not anymore. you sighed, shoving your phone into your bag. you didn’t even feel sad…just exhausted. when you stepped outside into the cool night air, there he was.

riki.

leaning against his car like he had been waiting the whole time…like he knew? his gaze softened when he saw you, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he tilted his head. “come on, let’s get out of here.” you didn’t question it. you just got in.

the car ride was quiet at first, only the hum of the radio filling the space. you stared out the window, arms crossed, frustration still lingering in your chest then riki spoke, “you don’t have to keep doing this.” you frowned, turning to look at him. “doing what?”

“pretending,” he said simply, glancing at you briefly before focusing back on the road. “acting like he’s enough when we both know he’s not.”

your breath hitched, heart hammering. “ki—”

“you shouldn’t have to remind someone to care about you, y/n,” he continued, his voice steady, like he had been holding this in for too long. “you shouldn’t have to wait around, hoping he’ll finally see you the way you deserve to be seen.”

your fingers curled around the fabric of your sweater and you hated that his words made something ache inside you. because they were true. and you knew they were true.

still, you whispered, “it’s not that simple.”

“it is,” riki countered. he exhaled sharply, knuckles tight around the wheel, “because if it were me, you wouldn’t have to wonder. you wouldn’t have to question it. i’d show up. i’d know when something was wrong without you saying a word. i’d remember the little things—because they matter. because you matter.”

you swallowed hard, his words making it impossible to look anywhere but at him.

“you know what i realized?” he continued, quieter now, like he was afraid of what he was about to say. “i know you better than he ever has. i know that you always sleep with your window cracked open, even in the winter, because you hate feeling trapped. i know that you get overwhelmed in big crowds, but you pretend you don’t because you don’t want to ruin anyone’s fun. i know that when you’re sad, you pick at your fingernails and you try to hide it, but i always see it.”

your chest tightened.

“i know that your favorite song isn’t even the one you tell people it is,” he added with a soft chuckle. “it’s the one you heard on a road trip when you were twelve and it made you feel something for the first time. and i know that every single time he’s let you down, you’ve made an excuse for him because you’re too kind to admit he doesn’t deserve you.”

silence filled the car, thick and heavy.

“ki…” you whispered, voice barely there.

he pulled into your apartment parking lot, but neither of you moved. his fingers tapped against the wheel before he finally turned to face you fully.

“i don’t want to be your second choice,” he admitted, his voice raw. “but if you ever decide you want more—if you ever want to be with someone who already knows exactly how to love you—then i’m here…because you’re all to me.”

your heart ached, your pulse thrumming in your ears. you had spent so long convincing yourself that what you had with kai was enough. but sitting here, staring at the boy who had always been by your side, you realized you had been wrong.

because this was love.

you reached for him before you could stop yourself, your fingers sliding over his. he stiffened for half a second before exhaling, his own fingers curling around yours, his warmth seeping into your skin. then, slowly, hesitantly, you leaned in. riki didn’t move at first. he just watched you, as if making sure this was real. then, with a soft sigh, he closed the gap.

the kiss was slow, deliberate. his lips were warm against yours, his hand sliding up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek in the gentlest way. it wasn’t rushed. it wasn’t desperate. it was steady. certain. everything you had been missing.

when you pulled away, your forehead rested against his, your breath mingling.

“so,” he murmured, lips curving into a small smile, “does this mean i can finally take you on a real date?” a laugh bubbled up in your throat, your fingers tightening around his. “yeah,” you whispered. “i think it does, pretty boy.”

a year has passed and the sun had barely started rising when you felt riki shift beside you, his arm tightening around your waist as he buried his face into your neck.

“stay,” he mumbled groggily, his voice thick with sleep and somehow deeper than usual.

you laughed softly, running your fingers through his messy hair. “i’m not going anywhere, silly.”

he hummed in satisfaction, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you. “good because you’re all to me, my love.”

your heart swelled, warmth spreading through your chest as you pressed a kiss to his forehead. outside, the world was waking up, but here, in the quiet, in his arms, you had everything you ever needed.

⋆｡°✩ @cheruphic @liwinly @chrrific @hyukabean @ijustwannareadstuff20

[taliya-writes]

In Blade and Blood snippet - DC x RK

The headache he had when consciousness returned to him was exponentially worse than the one he originally had post-KID heist.  He hissed, wrinkling his nose in discomfort and moved a hand to press against his temple—

—or would have, had his hands not been bound behind his back.  Heiji sharply sucked in a breath as he snapped to full awareness.  Itchy tatami fibers pressed against his cheek, his left shoulder and neck ached from lying on his side with no support whatsoever, and a twitch of his legs revealed that his ankles had been similarly bound.

The room he came to in him was… rustic in design and execution.  By his estimation, the space was approximately three meters by two and a half, and the four and a half tatami mats spread across the floor confirmed his guestimate.  The walls were made of fusuma panels save one side comprised instead of shoji panels, all of which were unadorned, and the interior was marginally warmed by a single hibachi.  An unused futon lay folded in a corner, and a wide table held several candles bright enough to illuminate the room, his cell phone, and the Violet Winter—the amethyst comb that had been KID’s objective.  Heiji had, after one of the first heists he had attended, gotten into the habit of not keeping his housekeys or wallet on him, as KID had pickpocketed him while he had been knocked out by gas and had shipped the two items back to him via Cheetah Delivery Service using a post office box number.  The box had included a giant KID signature on it.

There were three men scattered about the room, one seated at the table, the other two leaned against the walls, all of whom he could sense by ki.  “I see you have awoken, Hattori Heiji-san.”  The sitting man wearing a haori, kosode, jūban, hakama, and tabi in monochrome black and white.  His face was familiar, and yet Heiji knew with absolute certainty that he had never met this man before in his life.  The man calmly took a sip of his tea, delicately picking up the Violet Winter and studying it.  “This was found tangled in your hair, though I must say that this particular woman’s hair accessory does not quite match your clothing…”  The man’s eyes swiveled from the comb to Heiji himself.  “May I ask where your attire came from, Hattori-san?”

Heiji debated whether or not to tell the truth as he glanced down at his rumpled shirt clothing.  The fabrics used to make his clothing were modern blends of polyester, nylon, and cotton; none of that existed here.  Nowhere in his Japanese history classes had there ever been any mention of someone going back in time—which meant he had to lie about his origins—and yet he knew how terrible of a liar he was.  This was going to go over badly.  He already knew that.  However, he sidestepped the question by cautiously asking, “Where am I?  And what is the date?”

“You are in Kyōto, and it is the first month of the Japanese imperial year 2523,” the man answered.

Japanese imperial year…?  His history lessons from primary school drifted through his mind, where one of the lesson activities had been to convert Common Era year of birth into Japanese imperial years.  659 was added to the Common Era year of birth, resulting in a year of birth in the Common Era.  So, subtracting 659 from 2523 means the year is… 1864.  And if I am in Kyōto in 1864, that means…  Heiji blanched.  Bakumatsu.

The violent, bloody final years before the downfall of the Tokugawa Shogunate.

The time when the leaders of both the shogunate and nationalist forces were routinely assassinated.

Which then begged the question of who the man sipping tea before him was.  He recalled someone mentioning a “Katsura-san” and racked his brain for important historical figures.  There was only one man in the history books mentioned during that time period with that surname.  Add in the style and color of his clothing, as well as the fact that he suddenly recalled seeing this man’s face in his textbooks in fuzzy black and white photographs, Heiji could only conclude with no small amount of horror that he was rather disgracefully hogtied in front of the legendary Chōshū Ishin-Shishi leader, Katsura Kogorō.

… well, shit.

[anxiousapplepie]

White Roses. Anything about White Roses. Also my dear soldier I am back and EVERYONE in the RK world should be afraid of me and my asks (tee hee - Me, 2025)

Welcome back! We salute you and we'll don our helmets again for any and all asks we are capable of answering! XD As for some White Rose trivia: since Whites have the best magic production out of all the colors, there are some very stable career choices involving mass producing flowers, fabric, and wood!

[simping-for-kamski]

Lips and Lies

Previous part: A Kiss of Spring

Read it on Ao3 - Series: Everyone Lives In The End

Connor slowed down his pace from confident to confused as he entered the corridor leading to Markus’s office. He hadn’t expected North and Simon to be guarding the way, leaning against opposite walls, arms crossed. Waiting.

Connor stopped. North moved first, walking up to him, followed by Simon.

“You’ve heard the news?” North asked.

“About the activation of new androids?” Connor filled in, then nodded. “We asked for reproductive rights—”

“To be handed over to us,” Simon specified.

“CyberLife has no business driving this,” North added somberly.

Connor knew that pattern. His friends were stating their opinions and expected him to reciprocate, only Connor wasn’t particularly good at morals and politics, which was why he preferred to stay out of the debates and drama, and wait for Markus to tell him who to shoot or pressure. “Do you think that Markus is making the wrong decision?” he asked, soft brown eyes glancing between them.

“Of course!” North lashed out at once. “It’ll undermine us!”

“He suggested that collaboration is necessary to work towards lasting peace,” Simon explained more calmly.

“This isn’t collaboration. This is erasure,” North seethed.

Connor nodded knowingly. “I’ll talk to him,” he said, acting the mediator part.

Connor was a negotiator, but he was also a killer. No friend would backstab Markus on his watch—hopefully, things would never escalate to such dire ends. North and Simon were valuable assets after all.

Connor entered Markus’s office, and the shadow wrapped around its owner, arms embracing Markus from behind as he stood, staring out the window. “Your decision raises questions,” Connor said, then whispered to the leader’s ears. “Do you have orders for me?”

A soft chuckle left Markus’s lips. “Why don’t you find out the way you always do?”

Connor’s nose tip was cold against Markus’s warm neck but his lips were soft as he kissed the skin. It melted away in thirium evanescence, baring the white alloy beneath, and information flowed freely between them. It was Connor’s job to analyze the debriefings and assess the support ratings of the attendants—they’d plummeted the second Markus suggested going along with CyberLife’s offer concerning the RK900 units.

Like a drop of water sucked into fabric, Connor suddenly found himself in a dark garden. It was cold. There were abstract sculptures of androids, like the Manfreds he’d seen in Kamski’s lobby. Polygonal white tiles. Trees whose branch turned into black streaks of ink reminiscent of Japanese paintings. Connor’s senses were shocked by the oppressive temperature. He thought he caught a glimpse of a figure kneeled on the island’s open teahouse.

The interface was over. Connor knew perfectly what he’d seen, and he knew it shouldn’t exist within Markus.

“Before he was murdered, Elijah told me about something CyberLife has been up to, to try and regain control of certain android models—RK units in particular,” Chloe’s voice echoed in his mind.

Connor had already transmitted his ratings to Markus. His objective was completed but returned no Mission Successful feeling. He slithered around Markus, standing in front of him and blocking the sun. “Something else you should tell me?” he asked.

“No, that’s all for today,” Markus answered quietly.

“But does he trust you back?” Chloe’s voice echoed again.

“Are you sure?” Connor asked with a more playful glint in the eye.

Markus caught on, forming a little o with his lips before dragging Connor closer. “Thanks for blocking out the view—you made it much better,” he smoothly grinned before kissing Connor.

The RK800 responded, closed his eyes, then opened them again, spying on the man who wasn’t his lover. For how long had he been failing his mission?

For how long?