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🕸 you won’t remember a thing except me. 

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Yeehawgust day 13 “where the buffalo roam”

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Helping you sleep.

You're depressed but she's there for you.

Angst/comfort

On the Stellaron hunters' large ship, things seemed cold and quiet. External stars followed the path in absolute silence, and life happened without giving any signs, although you knew their judgment.

Sometimes it was scary. Elio didn't interact with anyone who wasn't necessary, his silence was the same as not knowing what to eat tomorrow; and thinking about the future, partially alone and distressed, somehow didn't add anything. The hunters didn't seem to care about that, they had their own matters to deal with, leaving their rooms frequently or even locking themselves in them until the time came.

Time passed slowly. It was as if you had been in your room for a month, when in fact it had been a week since the last mission took place. Your sore back leaving trails of blood bathed in warm water, which burned, however, emphasizing a deserved pain. The loss that was slowly occurring in the mind of an unknown feeling. A hole barely filled.

Breathe, inhale.

Your nightmares, the war, the blood, the fire and the tears were relieved every night since everything happened. Your eyes refused to fall asleep because of that, maybe that... I mean, it was definitely what made your performance drop drastically. Kafka had to be aware of your flaws, how spaced out and exhausted you seemed, after all, she was the one who had offered you a spot on the team.

From time to time you think about it. Not that you care.

The celestial bodies are subject to being the only ones to judge. Aeos, they really don't care, if they did, what do they think about life being so unfair to good hearts? Living beings without forgiveness, mercy, pity, die cowardly, rot without having a chance.

You had nothing to lose at that point. The nights were lonely, the bed seemed so long, your thoughts eat you alive at every opportunity and that sucked all your spirits.

Breathe, inhale.

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Your throat seemed to cut off the air, making your mouth open to gasp as that burning sensation came over your body. Your eyes blinked slowly, a little blurry. You felt slightly dizzy, disoriented, with wet and shaking fingers trying to support yourself on the edge of the bathtub.

Breathe in and out.

Your pink face pulsed with a scratch that ran a trail of blood, a scratch made by a stray bullet that had passed through the tissue of your cheek in a second; and it still burned, affected and marked its presence in a painful way, like a physical manifestation of a small mistake. But you didn't care about that, did you?

With a touch of boldness, your calloused fingers raised towards the wound, passing over the entire design as if it were nothing, just to feel that pain in silence.

Your closed eyes savored the sensation that ran through your body. Feeling your back tortured in agony with the open wounds. You refused to show up at the clinics, maybe you liked that? The scars that sprouted in new regions. Seeing all the mistakes you had ever made and touching them, seeing them affect you and making you feel a different sensation with each contact. You were the type who sought perfection, and touching your own mistakes irritated you so much, but it was also so addictive.

Your swords were sharp to tear apart, your icy spirits or your long-standing cultural skills of a notorious assassin warrior were pushed to the limit in every test. The missions were experienced as fragmented stories, moments that didn't seem to connect to reality in any way, because you looked at that reflection in the lenses, their transparency, at what was behind dilating, fixing your eyes back on yours with that loose magenta hair and the smile on your face and wished it would never stop, until everything went back to how it was before, to being empty.

And then everything was white, breathing returned with a long sigh. The warm water ran down your face and your hands ran over your body.

Shit.

You thought, combing your hair and opening your eyes again. Your head wandered around the narrow bathroom. The white light hanging from the ceiling lamp was so artificial, kind of dull compared to the rays of the sun that woke your home planet every morning. The window next to it gave way to white dots in the vast darkness that was space. The time was always uncertain, but this time you knew it was very late.

The white bathtub evaporated the warm water forming mists around the room, blurring your vision and warming your body just the right amount. It was shitty to get out of it; your body felt chills, making you wrap the towel around it as you went out to your room, which had a double bed, a lamp, empty shelves and a small closet.

You went towards him, roaming your fingers through the clothes given to you by the hunters, until you chose a pair of loose pajamas so as not to bother your new bruises. Combining your hair with a brush until she sat on the bed, where she found herself hypnotized by the lamp, sinking into her daydreams once again, until…

*Knock, knock.*

Of course, you knew very well who would come to your room at this hour. Your eyes landed on the door for a moment before your legs took erratic steps towards it, and then when you opened it, it was what you had already expected.

– You didn’t go to the clinic. – That typical smile came from your lips, your tied hair seems looser, still with that coat covering your shoulders.

– I didn’t go. – You stated, without blinking or taking your eyes off her.

– And you’re more distracted during the missions. – Your tone was soft, but you knew very well what was behind it.

– Did you come to charge me too? – You frowned, looking away so as not to hesitate and threatening to close the door.

Seeing this, the woman was quick to act accordingly, putting her hand up to stop it. Staring at you, without removing the serene expression on her face, despite the fact that…

– No, that’s not why. – Her tone was firmer now. – Aren’t you going to let me in?

– Do you know what time it is?

– Yes, I know.

– Then why are you still dressed? – Your question made the woman stop for a moment to admire your eyes in silence.

– Are you suspicious of me, seriously? – She let out a snort of laughter. – You’re delirious, sweetie.

– I don’t need your sermons, thank you.

– Come on, I just want to talk. – She tilted her head with that amused expression on her face that, honestly, irritated you sometimes.

– Kafka, I need to sleep.

– A little bird told me you haven’t been sleeping well.

– And talking to you will make me sleep?

– Yes.

– …. – You roll your eyes. – Are you that confident?”

– You can't judge before you try, huh? – She winked, raising a confident smile.

She was so insistent about this that she couldn't help but catch your attention. For a moment you were curious to know where all this was going. What Kafka wanted with all this.

– Okay, just don't think about doing anything to me while I'm sleeping.

– You have my word. – And then after that all you could hear was her heels clicking against the floor, what was left of her perfume filling the air and her eyes wandering all over the room, admiring the little things.

Your room didn't have many decorations or was a great example to be followed. But there was something, some unknown beauty that she seemed to have seen in it, humming a song that you weren't sure about during your simple inspection.

And while this was happening you closed the door and then walked towards the bed, sinking your body into the mattress with your back up, feeling the weight of tiredness and lack of sleep devour your feelings. All you wanted now was to sleep in peace, but you hadn't had that in a long time.

– hmm... – Kafka continued his exploration with his peaceful songs.

She analyzed the few books you had on that empty shelf and appreciated a picture frame that you had kept all this time, because unfortunately it was the only thing you managed to take with you to remember your old planet, which was now nothing more than ashes and loose pieces of earth wandering through space.

And of course, the woman with magenta hair didn't dare to touch your things. Doing something like that wasn't exactly her style, but just your strange curiosity about objects already gave you reasons to question her actions if it weren't for exhaustion. Your eyes only followed her blurred silhouette, little by little your breathing became slow.

– Look at you, you're so quiet. – She said, calling your attention, forcing yourself to open your heavy eyes to watch whatever she wanted to do.

You didn't even notice that she had removed the small high-top boots or the coat that had previously covered her shoulders. The woman came towards you and sat against the headboard. Turning her face towards you, she looked into your eyes with a not very tender smile.

– This mission made it seem like the mattresses here are from another world. – You mumbled into the pillow, bringing out another discreet laugh from her.

– It wasn't all that either.

– It's easy for you to say, you're already used to it...

– Hmm. – She hummed again, taking advantage of your eyes that closed again to observe your body, until she fixed herself on the stains that came out of the stuck to your back. – It really wasn't difficult, but... maybe you weren't ready yet.

– I am.

– Your back tells me otherwise.

– ... – You sigh deeply, softening your expression. And then you slowly stand up, resting your elbows against the sheet, looking down, covering your face with your hair so that she couldn't see you. – That’s not the problem.

– And what is the problem? – She asked, looking into space.

– I don’t know.

– You don’t know? – You don’t say anything. Her question echoes through the air without purpose.

You could feel the cloth sticking against her open scars. Bringing the typical burning sensation of other days ago, reminding you once again that you made mistakes several times, and it hurts, it hurts so much…

This burden, this insomnia, this silent suffering. Was all of this still mourning or are you stuck with it forever?

Kafka sighed in her place, keeping his eyes away from you, content with the silence next to you.

– You know, if you keep going like this… – He said suddenly, his head tilted, as did the rest of his body, looking at the ceiling with his tired eyes and his voice slurred. – You’ll end up dying. Is that what you want?

The corners of your eyes burned, feeling a tightness in your chest as they fought to stay open, terrified by a blink that took them back to cruel memories. Your arms trembled weakly and you didn’t have the courage to look her in the eyes to affirm.

Maybe that was it. Blade had a curse for the rest of his eternal life, he would never be satisfied. His flesh would not give up fighting, continuing and resisting, no matter how much he had for a while.

On the other hand, there was you, someone who had lost everything and was withering, falling apart and letting the chaos inside you take shape. It was you who was giving up and this time your body was not strong enough to give you a lecture. Your head was infested with regrets, your own back was dripping with anguish, melancholy, none of this was for nothing, and you did not want to end it all at once because you were too selfish, too weak for such an act. Instead, you decided to take the slower path, and after all, didn't you deserve this?

You couldn't save anyone, your family, friends, partners, were all killed by the catastrophe, captured, sold, enslaved and here you are sleeping on a mattress, traveling the galaxy and adventuring alongside a mysterious woman who awakened a confusing feeling inside you whenever you saw her by your side.

– Sweetie. – You felt her hand rest on your head as a gentle gesture, pushing away all intrusive thoughts for a moment. – Eyes on me.

You raised your eyes, turning your head under the guidance of her gloveless hand, soon feeling the same fingers come over your skin gently, feeling their texture. Traveling between your slightly red eyes, tracing the path of your tears with great patience. Eyes on yours, glazed, going through those lenses to reach you, seeking to delve deeper into yours, see through you, try to understand what you feel.

Her lips curved, although she was stuck in a necessary seriousness, seeing you up close, not with the mask, but in a different way, something that awakened pangs in her heart, twisting her belly and causing itching, arching her toes.

– You’re too young to die. – She murmured softly so that only you could hear, maintaining contact with your face with a caress never seen before. – Too adorable.

She rested her palm on your cheek, silently enjoying the way your head curved over her. Half-closed her eyebrows slightly in a sad smile, leading to another hearty sigh.

– I wish I could forget things.

– I know. It would be easier if it were like that, wouldn’t it? –She let out a laugh to relax, eventually bringing a small smile to her lips. – So many more interesting ways, and that’s how you want to be remembered?

– Maybe that’s what I deserve.

– Well, I would reevaluate the options if I were you. There are so many possibilities out there, so much to do… – He laid his head on the pillow next to you, looking at the ceiling again. – Sometimes it’s hard to think about what would be right.

You contemplate her thoughtful expression, getting involved in the same reflection, admiring her features, her mannerisms, her empty pink irises…

So close and yet so far away.

That is until they come again, filling something inexplicable, bringing forth an endless hypnosis, as if everything else had been left behind and the space around disintegrates like matter sucked into a black hole, passing through its golden edges. Cautiously approaching your hands and slowly intertwining your fingers before pulling towards her.

– Come here. – Kafka commands and you obey, moving with the woman’s help until your bodies collide, parking your hand on her torso and holding your breath on her neck.

Her perfume was nothing compared to the ones from the missions. She liked to have a nice freshness around her before it turned to blood. She liked things light but with tasty experiences and whenever she passed by, she would hit some kind of intoxicant in her brain when the smell rose. But now he was so meticulous that you would have to concentrate to find it between the citrus soap and the shampoo in her hair; and despite that, it was still addictive to try to discover it, to feel it together with the warmer temperature.

that exuded from the woman's body against yours. Feeling your heartbeat through the hand resting on your collarbone, your slow breathing, your fingers drawing themselves through the strands of your hair, making gentle caresses.

You stayed like that for a long time. Your heavy eyes refused to waver due to your brain's orders, but the overwhelming sleep was inevitable, although the fear of nightmares was greater. At some point you would have to give in to it, be dominated by the tranquility of the position, too involved in how strangely good it felt to you.

Kafka, in turn, remained quiet, looking beyond, expressionless. His mind wandered in hidden thoughts, patiently waiting until he heard your peaceful breathing on her neck, taking a peek from the corner to see your figure faint on top of her. Her pupils focused on you for long minutes, letting time pass without worrying about the time, starting to feel her own eyes exhausted.

He took a deep breath and when he saw that you were coping well for a long period of time, he took precautions to take actions that did not bother you, gradually letting go and wrapping his arms around your being to lift you in his arms, and finally taking you to the clinic.

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Marcille relearning her native language takes a turn

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Marcelli x Fallin

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Emmrich Volkarin 💀

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You'll change your name or change your mind And leave this fucked up place behind inspo ↓

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Your first mission with Kafka.

The nights were boring and long. When the sun disappeared over the horizon, giving way to the stars, a tired sigh escaped your lips, relieving the weight of your body. The refreshing breeze brought comfort after the scorching midday heat, reframing the events of the past few hours.

The sunset painted the sky with warm tones before surrendering to cold darkness. At these times, living beings are looking for safe shelter to rest, the weight of the day falls on their backs, taking advantage of peaceful rest. As time passed, the vigilance lost its strength, the guards dispersed in the stillness of an emotionless dawn with heavy eyes. 

And with that in mind, it was a predicted point to act. The webs of possibilities for the future were so many that no conclusion could be reached; The future, by nature, is not premeditated, but when it becomes privileged knowledge, planned actions become destiny. To keep the pieces in place, the Stellaron hunters had to take big risks, after all, following Elio's script didn't mean that the laws had to be followed. 

All you had to do was get used to the risks and delve into the depths of your consciousness, thus unlocking any blocks that prevented you from convincing yourself otherwise. Elio was the key, the guide of the rules; Without it, destiny would be a mystery, decisions would inevitably be more difficult, and the answer might never come.

Gifts of this magnitude conflicted with other people's morals. No one would understand what Stellaron's hunters truly are, as they defy common sense, break paradigms, dare to go against a universal law in favor of a destiny that only they know. And you, like everyone else, wouldn't understand if you weren't involved. 

Currently your ship was located near a particular planet, recognized for philosophical debates and majority varieties of representatives of the great modern intelligence. Eluthia, “the planet of the spoiled,” said one of its partners, Silver Wolf.

The goal was simple this time. There are some authorities that must be killed, valuable artifacts that must be cloned, and although these are not words spoken by Elio, Silver Wolf also wanted a recently released device to “fulfill services more efficiently.” Deep down you knew it was about playing those nerdy games, but you didn't mind the thought.

Anyway, you, Kafka and Silver Wolf took care of the work. As for Blade and Firefly, they were busy with their personal matters as usual. The script didn't necessarily need them for this scheme anyway.

For the veteran hunters it was just another mission; for you it was a new world, a new life in which industrial air filled your nostrils and your eyes reflected all the brightness from below. His former home planet was directly linked to this one, bringing painful wounds as it was his first mission. It was not in vain that his lips dried at the sight or his breath hitched in an internal conflict. But if that was indeed fate, then in that case, facing old traditions would be inevitable.

“The princess of the exo-planet became a criminal?”

“Traitor.”

“Although there were rumors about a conspiracy against our government, I’m not surprised they succumbed to their own karma.”

The memories were still fresh, the sounds of war and the smell of blood. But before you know it, they start to disperse more and more when a voice takes your eyes off a fixed point on the splendid view from the terrace. The buildings, ships, gliding cars and arrogant statues filled the capital with class. People were well dressed, the streets were clean and drones in the appearance of bees circulated in flocks from one side to the other.

Until then, you were watching together in silence, until the sound of her voice entered your ears, humming some song that you didn't know how to recognize.

– It's going to be a great night, darling. – The voice of the woman next door appears in her daydreams. Making your eyes blink to return to reality more clearly.

You turned to Kafka, illuminated by the dazzling lights of the tech city. His cape was flapping in the wind, as was his hair tied up in large locks. Their expression seemed light as they both enjoyed the silence to admire the natives of the region. His bangs almost covered his eyes, and his fingers were close to the scabbard of his sword. With cherry lips, she noticed your curious look and turned to you, making a small smile and analyzing your expression.

– Imagine a lucky city stopping everything it's doing to put your face on billboards. All people forget their problems for a moment to recognize your name. – She turns her attention to the streets below, extending one of her hands as if they were covering every corner in the blink of an eye, reflecting a sparkle in her eyes that highlights her excitement. 

– So many petals will be shed for us today. Great art is about to happen. – She inhaled the polluted air and then let it out so lightly.  – You have luck.

– Lucky to be a criminal? – You asked with a touch of sarcasm, attracting a discreet laugh from her.

– No. – He placed one of his feet on the edge of the terrace with his sword in hand, turning his attention to the city. – Lucky your first mission isn't that boring. 

– You like generalized chaos, don’t you? – you commented, crossing your arms and lifting the corner of your lips in a soft smile.

His eyes captured the details of her, from her stoic serenity to the way her hair blows in the wind. In response, Kafka gives him a warm smile, a charming contrast to the coldness of the night. Moving your fingers to comb your hair and eyes meeting yours again; but before the magenta-haired woman can say anything, the moment is abruptly broken by someone's presence.

– Your conversation is cool, but whatever, let's get started, I have more to do. – Silver wolf appears next to Kafka, leaving aside his holographic screens and causing both heads to turn in his direction.

 – Oh, don't be such a killjoy. After Luofu's script I need to stretch my legs. – Kafka says to his companion, turning his eyes to you one last time. – What do you say? Will you join me?

– It depends on what fun is for you. – You respond, causing another laugh from her.

– Whoever eliminates the most soldiers wins. – She turns her back to the view, allowing her eyes to see yours clearly. – Let's see what you're capable of, princess.

She expanded her smile, opened her arms in a defiant invitation, leaned back and took a dive into the air, falling from the huge building. His eyes, although he didn't fear anything would happen, still pursued her figure for a few seconds. By instinct, you held your breath just watching his jumps and maneuvers, fascinated; and it didn't take long until he noticed a less than cautious laugh emerge from the other co-worker, catching his eye and wrinkling his eyebrows at seeing the smug expression.

– What was it? – You asked, confused, giving the shorter girl reason to hold back another laugh.

– Nothing. – She said with a smirk. Pressing some buttons on the device on your arm and, finally, before leaving the material plane and leaving you alone, leaving the implication: – Princess.

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Security alarms echoed through the white corridors filled with paintings honoring past dictators. Red every two seconds filled everything along with the screeching sound. During the rush to replace the guards, you checked the hat on your head, adjusted the formal clothes mixed with the metallic armor of the IPC employees and took a deep breath, heading the opposite way with hurried steps.

– Left… – She muttered to herself following the mental map she had memorized. – And then left again. – He entered another corridor, until he reached the main doors, barred with codes, passwords and facial scanners.

On the other side, in the security center just in front of unconscious employees, Silver wolf walked towards the main leather chair, slouching in the chair and stretching her arms while chewing her gum, forming a pink bubble. Without much ado, the experienced hacker sat down on the table and started typing with her nimble fingers on the keys, opening several tabs at once.

– Most reinforced communications center in all of Eluthia, hmm? These guys need to update themselves, I've seen better systems. – She states, forming another bubble with the gum, quickly moving her eyes with an indifferent expression on her face.

– Yeah, yeah, whatever, I know everything is so fun there, but can you open the door here, please? – You emphasize your situation through the communication line stuck in the ears of the three of you with a hand on your waist and a serious expression on your face.

With simple and precise keystrokes, processing quick information, the hacker moves one of the different tabs to the corner, pressing the virtual button, warning you: – Main room security disabled.

The lock latches click with a loud confirming sound. You take a deep breath, relieved, and move forward, stretching your hands to open the door and find yourself in a dark room. The lights come from above, focusing only on the valuable pieces protected by glass on small columns, all reflecting the brightness in a way that makes them stand out even more.

You concentrated, closing your eyes and making a symbol with your hand to conjure your power to spread icy mists throughout the room. This movement caused all the camouflaged detection lasers to reveal themselves, visibly showing all the hidden traps.

– Apparently this is going to take a while… – You say, stretching your limbs to prepare. 

The objective was to reach them one by one and copy their material fingers to form perfect replicas, but to do so, patience would have to be a virtue...

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“Security alert! Calling all guards! Kafka is here! I repeat, Kafka is here!”

All troops were directed to the expansive main hall of the museum, where the country's two politicians had been brutally mercilessly killed by the assassin sought by the entire cosmos. Several drones and employees surrounded her from every corner so she couldn't escape. Holographic banners spread throughout the city with her face, all citizens, including those who didn't know her, had the pleasure of seeing the feat.

And she didn't care about it, to be honest. Kafka just gently adjusted one of his gloves while watching everyone around with an arrogant smile on his face. Your heart accelerated slightly, a feeling of adrenaline rising through your veins every second.

– Well, well, well... if it isn't the great authorities gathered into one... place. – He snapped his fingers, half-closing his eyes and activating all the neon pink control wires blocking the troops. Soon after that, they took out their machine guns and started shooting everywhere.

He dodged blows, performed acrobatics, quick and lethal movements, throwing and drawing his sword, dealing with all the soldiers who tried to advance towards him at once, while others were able to hit each other thanks to the control of the static wires.

The three of you acted in different locations with great agility. You collected data from each piece, while Silver Wolf controlled the exits, doors, cameras and some drones. At the same time, Kafka distracted everyone with his grand spectacle. All of this running simultaneously.

– Collection completed – You tell Silver Wolf.

– Okay, preparing the exits.

Of course you wouldn't be left out of this after the attractive woman's challenging invitation. Entering the main hall, you had the privilege of being able to see her in real time in action, moving harmoniously with the chaos installed, facing several hordes as if it were nothing.

You ran and joined her, providing cover with your powers to summon spirits from your most-like silhouette. Combining powers of ice and teleportation, they constantly disappeared and reappeared, fighting with ice swords. It passed enemies through walls, cutting them in half and burying them in the ground. In addition to that, you can also participate with your two swords, completing the great slaughter.

– Thirty-seven. – She said, focused on the enemies, but soon turned to you as soon as she felt her back collide, smiling and continuing. – Thirty-nine.

The two of you couldn't move away, fighting the army in perfect sync. When one saved the other, they took the opportunity to provoke each other, transforming each moment into a dangerous and exciting dance.

– Be careful, Princess. – She said in a hoarse and breathless tone, winking at you right after shooting a bee drone that was approaching from behind. – I would hate to see these guys ruin your pretty face.

Soon after, you create ice daggers in your hands and throw them at Kafka, making the woman dodge to hit a man who approached her unprotected back. 

– And I would hate to think that this would be our last meeting. – You retort, offering an audacious smile while looking intensely into his eyes before returning to the battle.

Bullets resonated, armor was broken, disfigured limbs; The huge slaughter seemed to have no end. When everything seemed out of control, the great final blow was struck. One immense beast with intense red eyes, shining in the darkness, tormented those who were sensitive.

Robotic wasps followed coordinated tracks while the bear's claws spines shiver, tearing clothes and dismembering one of his mercilessly in an attempt to hit the impostors. He seemed invincible, impenetrable, a machine of mass destruction, capable of containing

Kafka's spontaneity, which seemed to have no choice but to express your full potential.

From the moment the alarm sounded, all the exits were reinforced, but thanks to the silver wolf, those heavy dams were slowly opening. The bear suffered significant damage no matter how resistant it was, thanks to its icy spirits and Kafka threads, devising quick strategies to hit the monster in columns that supported the place, submerging the creature beneath the rubble that fell more and more, threatening the lives of everyone trapped inside the museum.

You were already starting to feel sluggish, your body weakened as tiredness set in and your eyes became heavy. His open mouth inhaled and released all the dust with difficulty, feeling the irritation in his throat and the pain in his head throbbing along with the constant rhythm of his heart. 

Soon you felt a hand grab your wrist activating your senses causing you to turn around in an impulse to attack, but you were soon stopped with a strong grip, trapping both armed hands. His eyes meet the pink ones, abruptly blurring all the chaos in the background. 

– That's right, look at me. – It was Kafka, in an attempt to calm you down, despite the agonizing sound of soldiers and machines being crushed by the roof of the building and burning parts at the bottom emitting a toxic gas into the air.

Listen. We need to get out of here. You know who I am and you know why we are here. Just follow me and everything will be fine. 

Her words move you, as if it were a universal phrase that even on the verge of collapse you would understand. Her hand loosened its grip and reached up until it reached your face, gently stroking it.You looked into her eyes, breaking your guard, lost in her transparent pupils beneath the lens. Swallowing hard, you just nodded and let her guide you the rest of the way.

Silver Wolf had cleared a single safe route towards the base, so the two of you quickly escaped, blending into the crowd on the populated streets. The holographic bands shone in the sky, displaying the image of their faces, intensifying the urgency of the escape.

– Quick, this way. – She pulled you into a narrow alley, a tight hiding place that gave them a brief moment of respite while the army continued their relentless search.

Your bodies were practically glued together, her hands resting firmly on either side of you. She cast quick, curious glances out of the alley before looking back at you with a smile appearing on her lips.

– I told you it wouldn't be boring, hmm? – She commented, with a light tone of voice. You returned a soft smile, leaning your head against the wall and looking up at the sky.

– I don’t think I’ve ever lost my breath so much in one night. – You closed your eyes, trying to catch your breath, not bothered by the intense gaze of the woman in front of you, who seemed to study every detail of your face in a comforting silence.

– I highly doubt that. – She broke the silence with a laugh, provoking a spontaneous reaction on her part: a light pat on her shoulder.

– This is not the time for that. – You say, letting out a relaxed laugh. – You’re deluding yourself for nothing, you know that, don’t you?

– Oh? Then I think I misheard what you told me a few minutes ago.

– That was just for the moment, I wasn’t counting.

– Was it not?

– No, I was not. – You stated, giving her a few seconds to analyze your face again, giving in to another laugh, amused.

– I see.

After a moment, she displays a simplistic yet audacious smile, advancing towards you, implying that she is aiming for your lips. Your restless fingers longed to squeeze her arms and waist, or wrap your arms around your neck, but something inside you refused to give in and feed that playful ego. No, this time you wouldn't lose. Not for that husky voice that resonated in your ears, or those sweet lips attracting you like an irresistible magnet, or his fingers that, damn, just imagining…

She was so close now, the tension between the two of you was palpable, almost electric. The need to maintain control clashed with the desire that was growing in his chest. Kafka was usually so self-assured, so imposing in front of you that your legs would shake when she adopted a more serious tone. His advance was precise and direct, but for some reason, that kiss never came, dashing his hopes. 

You could feel her lips almost touching yours, her breath blowing softly against your skin. The smell of her lipstick invaded his senses, and heat inevitably rose through his body. She was so close that it seemed inevitable, but still, something stopped her. Desire pulsed between you, like a flame ready to ignite at any moment. Every fiber of your being yearned for that touch, but you knew that giving in would mean losing the control you worked so hard to maintain.

And unfortunately for you, drawing your limits with that greedy smile and your precious eyes. She positions herself, getting closer to her ear. With a light bite, she whispered seductively:

– You'll need to be more than that if you want to beat me, princess. But it was a good try.

And then, she walks away soon after, turning her back to you. Before climbing the stairs that led to the terrace, she casts a provocative look over her shoulder, leaving you with a pulsing mixture of desire and frustration.

– What are you waiting for? We still need to escape, you know. – Her voice woke him up again. Taking you from the confines of the dreams that passed through your eyes, flooding your mind with inappropriate scenes, which in a way, made a rosy tone emerge on your cheeks. 

Damn, this woman…

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What would a drunk Kafka look like?

Oh, boy. I can imagine how resistant she might be to this, so she probably wouldn't be one of those people who express themselves too much. But at least I think she would stop until she felt the first signs, like when her head gets sluggish or her eyes get a little blurry.

Kafka likes to smile like never before and here it would be no different. And I think, I don't know, that something in her tells me that this woman loves physical contact but wouldn't admit it; she prefers you to draw your own conclusions, and she won't tell you if you were wrong or not. In fact, she likes to hear your theories about something about her, it's something you two use to lighten the mood. You love to study her mysterious features and she likes to know what you think of her. She may seem very firm in front of you but trust me, her head would be a mess. LoL

I also think she would be a little more playful than she really is, after all, she likes to tease you. Hehe

You two would probably be celebrating something super important or having a drink alone. Away from others, I imagine she would be more relaxed with you, she would kiss you at any opportunity, always leaving you very red because she loves to see your little face react to it, damn. She would give you some more direct answers, not all of them, of course, but who knows, maybe you would know something more at those times?

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My dear customer

Hey, sorry in advance for the grammatical errors, English is not my native language, anyway, I hope you like it! ^^

Hurt/comfort, Angst, Oc Pov, F!Reader, Kafka x Reader. 2k words.

Wandering the galaxy as a nomad and doing different jobs. You with your dark past found yourself without hope about the future, until a certain woman with magenta hair decided to see you again.

You woke up, meditated and got ready to head towards the daydream bar, seeing those pompous sofas and extravagant chandeliers. Not that you liked seeing them every day, of course, it got to the point where it made your eyes sick with so much brightness, but at least it was proof that the recognition of the place as a paradisiacal oasis lived up to the rumors that spread across the galaxy. 

The atmosphere surrounding the installation was one of relief and at the same time a lot of energy, something like an endless party or solving all problems. And you couldn't judge those who actually believed it. Penacony was made to convey this type of illusion, however, it failed to reach you.

His goal was vague. The routine consisted of getting up, serving glasses, meditating and sleeping. You didn't trust the dream world or believe in its symbol. Paradises don't exist. It was direct and simple, just like in life that is born to meet its end.

On the other hand, luck determines success. Blessed are those who had the compassion of an Aeon, who in turn, reversed their miserable lives with a divine touch. But who would say that most living beings would have such an opportunity?

As the firstborn daughter and former heir guardian of Aqualis, I should pursue a life of responsibility. But a curse from the selfish gods broke our bloodline. My people suffered and ultimately lost our planet to the corruption of a Stellaron.

Therefore, what fault would it be to be bitter with the Aeos or disbelieve in eternal life?

What fault am I? None.

My past has distorted the good memories over the years, and the trails of scars I left stain every planet and facility I've ever visited until I arrived in Penacony, where he has remained for the last few weeks as a bar attendant outside the worldly. My steps are doomed, and the people who passed my path had their own disappointments, and yet I just swam with the tide without knowing the current.

– A very relaxing place to have a drink, I must say… – I heard it in between my stormy reveries, making me give the speaker a wary glance.

Of course, it was no longer enough that memories flashed before my eyes, or in every job I had to interact with ignorant people, as well as facing a past ghost that followed me everywhere.

Kafka. I remembered your name, already feeling a bitter taste rising in my throat. 

Shit. I just sighed deeply and finally turned to the cross-legged woman on the counter seat. Wearing that damn attractive look, silky hair tied in big locks, sunglasses that covered her eyes and those honey lips. 

Tired, I just sighed while continuing to clean the glass in my hand, averting my eyes from the innocent smile, in an expression so soft that it was irritating. I stopped for a moment to admire the shiny tables, watching with a certain envy and at the same time without interest the people and robots who were enjoying their short lives before finally returning to what was in front of me.

– Look, if it isn’t a bag of gems from the cosmos.

– If it isn't the princess without a home. – She responded, resting her hand on her chin and turning her head, all while maintaining the curve of her lips.

– Fuck you – I lowered the tone when I swore, standing in front of her, observing how the sound of her laugh came out of that relaxed expression, as if she had no intentions, but I knew she did, she always does.  – What do you want?

– I'm a customer, aren't I? – He questioned, placing his gloved fingers on the edge of the glass that had just been cleaned, pushing it towards me on the counter. – Surprise me, sweetie.

I looked at the glass and then looked up at her, swallowing my own words in an uncomfortable silence, starting to prepare a mixture that I thought suited the hunter's standards.

Deep down I knew her predatory eyes were shamelessly chasing my ass, and just thinking about it felt like my consciousness was slipping out of focus, feeling my heart stop or my trembling fingers falter, but at no point did I turn to her. see her again, because with every breath, with every blink of an eye, those memories emerged, their voices in the depths of my consciousness.

– Here it is. – I delivered the purple pigmented milkshake with a vanilla interior sprinkled with small chocolate droplets and a cream-filled edge.

– Purple, how thoughtful of you. – His drawling voice seemed satisfied, looking at me behind his neutral glasses as he drank the drink through the straw.

I sighed once again, looking away again until I found another visitor, which was the perfect excuse to leave.

– Excuse me. – I went to the next customer, talking while preparing the drink, serving with a polite smile, all while being aware of how her eyes followed me throughout the process, raising her glasses above her eyebrows.

The day was too calm for me to worry so much. My fingers pressed against my temple and my head tried its best to push away the problems that surrounded my mind. Adjusting my simple dress shirt and vest look with this suffocating colorful tie around my neck. As much as she was here, I would have to bear it for my current job. I need to be professional and ignore her advances until she gives up.

That would be if she wasn't as resilient as I imagined, something that shattered all my expectations, because she was. Time passed in a calming silence between both parties, from time to time I cast discreet glances to check on her, noticing how the hunter of Stellarons she seemed a little hazy, as if she had happy thoughts without removing the smile on her face, and at the same time, sad memories due to the sadness in her eyes, but who really knows? She was a mystery...

– Do you want anything else? – I decided to get closer again after all this time, attracting her gentle eyes.

– Hmmm… – She hummed thoughtfully, looking at the empty milkshake glass as if thinking carefully about my question, returning to me. – I pass.

I waved, unconsciously smiling and picking up the glass to clean, but before that, now focusing on her a little calmer than before, since the woman didn't appear to be a threat at the moment.

– You seem thoughtful. – I blurted out, giving her a reason to let out another amused hum, increasing the smile on her face.

– I do? – He placed his fingers on his chin, caressing his own face until he almost covered his own smile, 

– Yes… – I sigh deeply, combing my hair and looking away for a moment. And so I decided to get straight to the point after thinking about it, placing my hands on the counter in a centered position in front of her. – Just one thing... to be clear, I don't want any trouble so... don't waste your time trying to get my head for money.

– Didn't you like our last meetings, princess? – He tilted his head with a malicious look behind his peaceful face.

– If you want to call fights like that…

– You know, normal dates are boring. – He started watching my movements with disinterest. – or are you going to tell me that our battles didn't make you feel anything?

– I think you're weird, but I… I suppose so?

I responded, making her laugh at my reaction, which without realizing it, made me smile discreetly, going towards the sink from behind, washing the glass, with my back to her.

– It is a shame.  – She said, catching my attention, turning to look into her eyes, confused by the comment.

– What do you mean by that? – I asked, and Kafka shrugged, continuing.

– I mean, you've spent most of your life training and now you're limited to wandering the cosmos like a nomad, helping people and wasting your time with boring jobs. 

– Does this bother you? – I asked, putting away the body and returning to her. – As far as I know, you were never really interested in my life.

– No. – He agreed, without wavering or taking his eyes off mine. – But I expected more from you.

– And should I care what you think after all? – I placed my hands on the counter again, feeling a little nervous. – My planet was dying, I lost my family, my friends and in the meantime you just disappeared and came back just to use me as a toy to entertain your selfish desires.

It was an indisputable fact. On their home planet, the Arcanis imperial family would begin with the clear objective of establishing energy balance. nexalith, a powerful magic that established easy transport between planets, being the primary material essential for the revitalization of the planet. 

During the last years of her life, as a young adult, I ended up meeting the hunter of Stellarons without being aware of their high-danger status throughout the universe. I didn't know why she was there, or what she really did. Sometimes she disappeared without saying anything and then came back acting naturally. Kafka was a woman who didn't usually talk much about herself, but she always listened to my outbursts or appeared from time to time at my window after a long day to pass the time, and that never failed to catch my attention. Her answers were too vague or so complex that I found myself thinking all day. She would tell some stories so detailed that I would wonder if they were true, and her touches were so precise, safe, without restrictions because she didn't seem to be afraid of anything. 

And when everything happened, Kafka completely disappeared from sight, and then returned months later as if nothing had happened, infuriating you and inevitably taking you both to the battlefield against your own will, despite the fact that the woman seemed to have enjoyed it. fight.

– The end of your planet didn't depend on me, it was its destiny to end.

– But I… i just… – I hesitated, looking into her eyes, feeling a slight burning in the corners of my eyes, furrowing my eyebrows and in the end giving up, taking a cloth and going to rub it on the counter. – Forget.

An awkward silence fell between us, but we still had each other's company. The sound playing in the back of the room accompanied simple notes, distracting my consciousness. With that violin in the background, the instrument that I knew very well, was his favorite.

– So… did you miss me? – Suddenly I hear doubt come from her voice, making my hand that was rubbing the counter with the cloth stop abruptly for a moment.

– You stupid, stupid idiot. – I take a deep breath, swearing in whispers, knowing that she could very well hear them, and then, I turned to her, in a failed attempt not to sound slightly vulnerable, in a low tone: – Of course I do.

With that she smiled, getting up from the bench, looking around and seeing the few people who were present in the room. Probably most of them went to the worldly or they had gone to rest, well, it doesn't matter. Kafka seemed to have something on his mind as he walked up to face me. His height is close to mine, being taller thanks to the heels on his feet, looking at me from head to toe.

– And then? – I furrowed my eyebrows, losing my patience with her games, almost immediately receiving a quick response from her. – There’s something wrong with my fac-

That's how the woman with the magenta hair saw the perfect opportunity to advance towards me, grabbing my tie, pulling hard until my body collided against the counter and my face came closer, leaning towards me and coming face to face with me. my lips, taking me by surprise.

Little by little, I let myself be carried away, without resisting the hunter. I closed my eyes and focused on our calm kiss, feeling a kind of relief course through my body as my stomach fluttered like it was full of butterflies. My mind went blank, leaving only the moment. The pressure on my body softened, and my fingers released a small grip on the cloth, causing a large shiver. She left me breathless, speechless. When he pulled away, he looked into my eyes with that charming smile, alternating his attention between my iris and my lips.

– It was good to see you again too, sweetie. – She whispered to me, pulling away and turning his back, walking away.

Not knowing what to say, I just watched his farewell with a tightness in my chest, feeling as if a part of me was going along. I was overcome by an internal conflict, with all those sweet memories running through my mind. It was a rollercoaster of emotions; This woman awakened something I had never felt before. Seeing her go was like a weight being lifted off my shoulders, but deep down I knew I longed for her presence again.

And when I lowered my eyes, reflectively, I came across a bag of money tied with a bow in my favorite color. In it was a small folded paper, carefully attached, piquing my curiosity. When I opened it, I read a sentence that, even against my will, made me let out a slight genuine smile.

Until death do us part in the next duel, darling.

Kafka.

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