#THE HEARTS ON KANOS CHEEKS

[angel-of-the-moons]

Peaches and Cream

Pre-War!Cooper Howard x Curvy!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Smut, NSFW, Oral (f! Receiving), reader's got some thick thighs and little bit of hair down there, overuse of pet names. (You can't tell me this man wouldn't call you a pet name at every available opportunity)

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Remember that line in MK 11 where Kano goes "Aren't you a peach? I could eat a peach for hours."? I just got some body wash that smells exactly like those peach ring candies and this happened upon me like a bolt of Zeus hit me whilst in the shower today

Divider by @/saradika-graphics

Being on the rebound after the messy divorce with Barb wasn't on Cooper's priority lists. Dating one of the animal trainers from one of his movies sets was certainly never an avenue he thought he'd pursue.

But when his horse got loose on set and she ignored him in favor of you? Oh, you got his attention all right... One thing led to another, and boy did the tabloids have a field day when pictures of the two of you kissing made it into circulation.

You were used to tabloids and reporters, working on movie sets. And now, dating America's favorite heart-throb cowboy? Oh, you bet your ass if you weren't used to it before you sure were, now.

You had fallen into a comfortable routine, often staying over at his place. To say Barb was prickly about how quickly he seemed to move on was... nice. She did however like how good you were with Janey, so that eased her annoyance with you some. So, she got used to seeing you around when Cooper would pick Janey up or when she dropped her off.

Today was one of those days, Cooper had run out to see his agent about something when Barb showed up to take Janey back again. You said stiff goodbyes and gave Janey a big hug, and once they were off, hopped in for a quick shower.

Your skin was still damp and your hair was still wrapped up in a towel when he got back, looking tired and annoyed.

Cooper kicked his shoes off by the front door, Roosevelt letting our short barks of excitement as his owner patted his head, before scampering back off to lay in his bed and gnaw his beef bone in content.

You just finished pouring a glass of sweet tea when Cooper's calloused hands circled your waist from behind, briefly giving your soft belly a squeeze before his fingers bunched in your dress as he kissed your neck. "Missed ya." He murmured.

"You were gone maybe, twenty minutes." You giggled, reaching up to brush his cheek with your hand as you slipped your drink, the ice cubes clinking loudly on the glass.

"Long enough. Didn't even get to kiss my baby goodbye when she got strapped into her Mama's car." He snorted, pressing his nose against your skin, breathing in the scent of the soaps you'd used.

"Damn, you smell good. Like a fuckin' peach."

"Oh?" You smirked as his hands began to roam, reaching down the front of your dress to grip the fat of your thighs in his palms, kneading softly. You bit your lip when he hummed an affirmation, his teeth grazing your skin on your shoulder.

"Mhhm... Good 'nuff to fuckin' eat." He drawled, his tone as thick and sweet as molasses; the timbre of his voice crawling through your pores.

"If you're hungry I can make dinner." You reply breathlessly, trying to interject your sense of humor.

"Nah, darlin'." Cooper growled, yaking you by the dress so you were flush tight against him; able to feel the growing outline of his cock as it filled out the crotch of his pants, "Not the kinda snack I want."

His breath hot on your ear, goosebumps on your skin; you barely had enough time to set your glass of tea down on the counter before he began tugging you to his bedroom; the towel on your head being unraveled and forgotten in the hall along the way.

The moment his door was kicked shut he turned you around and his mouth found yours like a homing missile--all teeth and tongue; dancing, twining, tugging and messy--knocking the air from your lungs as his hands blindly unbuttoned the top of your dress, groaning when the soft expanse of your bare breasts greeted his hands.

"No bra, darlin'?" Cooper rasped, pulling back from your mouth to grin.

"'s more comfortable." You barely mutter out before his lips are on you again, kissing you backwards until your knees hit the edge of the bed, knocking you back while he stayed standing.

His eyes lit up with a mischievous twinkle as he gave you that signature smirk of his coupled with the quirk of his brow. "Oh, you won't catch me complainin' babydoll... Not at all."

You huff and reach down, undoing the clasp to his belt, hastily trying to slide it free of the loops of his pants, but his hand stops you and you pout up at him impatiently.

"Easy now, baby." He said in a low and heavy tone, his accent emphasizing "baby" and making a shiver creep down to your toes.

He lifted his other hand to tug the buttons on his shirt free, plucking each one until his button-up was open more, revealing the white undershirt beneath.

"Now..." He growled softly as he began to sink to his knees, "Told ya I wanted a snack, darlin'... Now I'm gonna get one. Just lay back and relax."

Your heart sputtered a beat as Cooper pulled your thighs apart and just tugged your panties to the side; not even bothering to remove them before giving your damp folds an open-mouthed kiss, running his tongue along the length of your slit and drawing a shaky moan from you.

His hand trailed softly over your skin, brushing over the short mess of curls before using his thumb to pull the hood of your clit back; giving the sensitive nub a nip before chuckling.

"You're awful jumpy t'day, baby." He said, kissing that sweet little pearl a couple of times, stroking it with his fingers as you huff out a whine.

"Your fault..." You groaned, daring to look down at him.

Your eyes locked and he gives you a short wink, lowering his mouth again, this time dragging his tongue up your folds slowly before moving back down again as his thumb rolls your clit in opposite tune of his mouth.

Your head dropped back onto the bed and your voice seized in your throat, one hand bunching in the sheets while the other goes to grip at his immaculately slicked-back hair, tugging the strands free as you feel his tongue curl inside of you.

Cooper was good with his mouth; both on-screen and in the bedroom, this was never a debate.

His tongue was so skilled it had your legs all but jelly one night when he parked it at the local lookout; he'd lifted the cupholder separating your seats and tugged your hips over to him, leaning across the divider to eat you out right there in the front seat of his car. You barely had enough time to grasp that it was really happening before he ripped those sweet, sweet sounds he loved so much from you.

God, were you thankful that nobody had caught you two that night; "Cooper Howard caught in compromising position at Lover's Lane" you could just imagine the press salivating at that headline if they'd caught you.

You were happy he kept his antics on set confined to his trailer... but you had a feeling somebody walking by could probably hear what went on in there.

"Oh, fuck--Cooper!" You mewled, arching your back when he slid his long fingers inside of you, his lips wrapping firmly around your clit like a vacuum, writing obscene love-notes with his tongue, drawing more and more of your beautiful voice from inside of you.

Your toes curled and your hand tugged at his hair, making him groan and his eyes roll; his voice vibrating against you in a way that had you practically sobbing.

"Jus'--fuh--fuck." You moaned breathlessly, your heart pounding in your chest, your toes curling so hard you could feel your calves beginning to cramp.

"B-baby I'm--" You hiccuped; "'m gonna... gonna..."

All your words did was spur him on further, encouraging him to flatten his tongue in one long, slow drag until he could flick your clit again, his face and hand already soaked with your mess; his eyes dark and hungry like a wolf about to eat his lamb.

"That's it baby, c'mon, give it t' me." Cooper muttered against you before stroking your clit once again with his fingers, plunging his tongue and fingers inside of you in an alternating rhythm that had your brain feeling like it was turning to liquid sludge inside your skull as your climax hit you as if it were a runaway freight train.

Both of your hands gripped his hair tight, your thighs squeezing around his head, the flesh molding around his head wonderfully as he drank down your release, his hands going around your thighs to reach up and squeeze your belly while you rutted against his mouth; your voice babbling the sexiest things he could ever hope to hear from you.

When your orgasm finally died down and your legs dropped to hang over the edge of the bed, Cooper pulled back and grinned up at you, his face slick and shiny with your juices, his hair an absolute mess.

Fuck, he looked so good like that.

"You good, darlin'?" He asked you, his hands spreading over the squishy pouch of your tummy, his fingers tracing the stretch marks that lightly etched your skin.

"I... Y... yeah. Just need a breather." You pant, your eyelids heavy as you blinked up drunkenly at the ceiling.

"Good. He hummed, leaning down to kiss your throbbing clit, grinning at how your breathing stuttered and your body twitched as he did.

"Cause I can eat a peach for hours, babydoll."

[iliketangerines]

Can you possibly do like mk men with children?? Like anyone you wanna write- I imagine like mk11 Kano with his beard then he shaves and shows the baby but the baby doesn’t recognize him- or starts crying- or like shao Kahn with a baby carrier. I also think of Kung Lao with like three kids sprawled out ontop of him as he’s trying to sleep. Like one of them has their foot in his face-

clean-shaven stranger

a/n: i really liked the first idea so....kano

pairing: kano x gn!reader

warnings: none :)

you watch Kano lift your baby into the air, making some sort of ridiculous sound as he does so and your daughter laughs in delight

she’s only a few months old, but she had the same vigor as her father, excitable and a trouble-maker in the works, finding every which way to exhaust you and Kano

but it was bliss, and you snap a picture of the scene on a digital camera before leaning back in your chair continuing to read your book

your daughter babbles out a jumble of words that don’t make sense together but she gurgles out a baba, and Kano coos at her, tickling her stomach and saying that, yes he was her baba

the time ticks by quickly as Kano plays with her and then passes her to you to be fed with the bottle as soon as she got fussy

he sits behind you, warming your back with his heat, and he keeps his thick arms wrapped around your waist as you cradle your daughter in your arms

your husband rests his chin on your shoulder and watches with what you can assume is heart eyes as your daughter starts to grow sleepy, eyes drooping close

she’s trying to fight it so hard, startling awake every so often and eyes fluttering open, but she loses the fight and soon falls asleep in your arms

you stand up carefully, rocking her slowly, and wrap her up in her blanket before placing her down in the crib, slightly rocking it as she lets out a little noise

the both of you stand over the crib, watching to see if she awoke, but as the minutes passed by, she stayed firmly asleep, little snores escaping her

your husband grabs onto your hand bringing you away from your daughter, and he closes the door to her room gently, barely a sound coming from it

you give him a smile and wrap your arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his lips, his beard scratching against your face, and Kano chuckles and wraps his arms around you as well

the both of you just rock to a silent beat as you hold each other, a quiet moment just for yourselves, but then he finally pulls away and says that he wants to shave

you pout at him, fingers coming up to rub them through the coarse hair and saying that you liked his facial hair, but he just says he wants to try something new

sighing at him, you relent, and the both of your make your way to the bathroom

he washes his face, and then he rubs shaving cream into his coarse beard and you grab the shaver from the drawer and sharpen it

it was one of those old-timey shavers that you saw in barbershops or historical dramas, but Kano took great pride in his facial hair and only wanted the best for himself

so you learned how to shave using it

he turns to face you, leaning down to give you better access, and you hold his face gently and scrape it across with careful and precise strokes

it’s only the sound of his hair being cut as you work in silence, and the both of you look like a mess, having taken care of a baby all day

and yet, he looks at you like you were the most fashionable and beautiful person in the world, and you just pinch his nose and tell him to stop looking at you like that as you finish up

he smirks at you, and your eyes widen in horror as you realize what he’s about to do, and you try to step back

but it’s too late and he smashes his clean-shaven face into yours, specks of shaving cream and cut hair smushing into your cheeks

you squirm in his hold, trying to get away, but you can’t squeal or shriek in fear of waking the baby, so it’s just a silent struggle for a few minutes between the two of you

by the time he’s done, you look even worse, dirty shaving cream shoved all around your face, but he just gives you a passionate kiss at the end, his hand cupping the back of your neck and a soft groan leaving his throat

you can’t help but melt into it, your hand coming up to rest on his shoulder, and the two of you just kiss in the bathroom until your lungs burn

finally, you pull away, and the two of you get ready for bed, his warm body surrounding you and his mechanical heart beating against your back

the both of you fall asleep quickly

and then you’re awoken by a scream and cry from your baby for food a few hours later, and Kano presses you into the bed and tells you to get some rest, and he’ll get the baby

you smile and hum, thanking him as you let the dredges of sleep drag you back down into dreamland, and he quickly leaves the room to warm a bottle of milk

it’s only a few minutes later when you hear a louder wail cry for help, of distress and not just for milk, and you shoot up and out of your bed

quickly, you slam open your drawer and grab your gun, breathing heavily and hoping and hoping that the Red Dragon or the OIA hadn’t found your baby

you kick the door down, raising your gun up, but it’s just Kano, looking distressed as he holds your daughter in his arms, who has tears and snot running down her face

he looks bewildered and distraught, and when your daughter spots you, her hands immediately come up towards you and make a grabby motion

you drop the gun to the floor and rush over, Kano easily handing her over, and she immediately calms down, sniffling into your shirt and tiny hands gripping onto it like a lifeline

asking in her in a soft voice why she didn't want daddy, she just shakes her head, hiccuping out not daddy, not daddy

you look to Kano, and he’s brought his hand up to rub his bare chin

you realize why your daughter can’t recognize him, and you let out a snort as you bounce your baby in your arms and get her to calm down

your husband narrows his eyes at you, crossing his arms and asking what was so funny, and you smirk at him and say to your daughter, oh yeah, daddy has a beard, doesn’t he

your daughter nods in agreement, looking Kano from the corner of her eye and then turning her head away, and Kano has his jaw dropped in astonishment

he reaches for her again, saying that he just shaved, but then she starts screaming again, and so he drops his arms back to his side

his eyes are wide, jaw dropped, and he looks from you to his daughter, and you just hold your hand up for the bottle in his hand

he hands it over to you, and you give it to your daughter, one of her hands gripping onto it as she starts to drink the milk

Kano grumbles, eyebrows furrowed and lips turned into a dejected frown, and you just smile and burp your daughter as she falls asleep again

you put her down in her crib again and wait to see if she wakes up again, but she doesn’t

you turn to Kano, and he’s still pouting so you just give him a quick kiss and drag him out into the hallway and softly close the door

shaving his beard didn’t seem like the brightest idea anymore

[yanderestarangel]

Ok MATE SO FORGIVE ME UNHINGEDNESS BUT I HAVE A REQUEST FOR A SMUT WITH KANO AND YES FTM READER

My request is like the reader is Kano's sugar baby and the reader slowly falls in love with him. You can do anything with the kinks i'm just in love with that aussie man, he's so ughhh, like make it rough but the things he says are gentle if you get what i'm saying

"daddy's pretty boy" ⸺ sugar daddy!kano x ftm reader

TW: daddykink, afab anatomy, semi public sex, smut, v!sex, sugar daddy concept, age gap, praise, blowjob, degradation, spanking, kano is extremely vulgar (as he is kanonically)

He gave you everything you asked for or wanted to ask for in the not so distant future, cars, mansions, dresses, heels, suits - everything you could imagine being expensive in a capitalized and consumerist world... He gave it to you.

You met Kano at a difficult stage in your life, he gave you a job as one of his lackeys helping with futile things at 'black dragons', but deep down he knew that you weren't born for this but rather to be pampered and taken care of.

Kano was not a saint, he never was, since he entered a position of power he always liked relationships without commitments, just sex and some kind of company on lonely nights, someone who would listen to his daydreams about music and weapons - even if it was a false interest, earned by dollar bills deposited in a fragile check and with you, in the beginning, it was no different.

He made you a proposal, being his sugar baby, and stopping working hard, was a better proposal than carrying heavy boxes of weapons all day, leading you to quickly accept.

The sex was good, the gifts were good, his company - however contradictory it was - was also good, you fucked at any opportunity, but he also never ran away from just a good platonic conversation, no kisses, no lustful touches, just hours on end of the two of you sitting, with you on his lap looking at the stars.

You promised yourself that you wouldn't fall in love, you wouldn't get attached to him, he was a bad and crazy man, someone you don't have a serious relationship with.

But, the way he made you feel, the warm touches, the warm smiles, the compliments, especially when he spanked your ass and called you "pretty boy" but not just a pretty boy... You were his pretty boy, it was impossible not to get attached to his persona, damn Kano was irresistible in a dangerous and... Delicious way.

It was another normal day, shopping for clothes with Kano looking you up and down, drinking his beer in the private changing room he had reserved just for you that day. You looked at yourself in the mirror, satisfied with the result, while asking for his opinion. Kano put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him, kissing the top of your head.

"-My little pretty boy, you're everything I want in a companion. You make my heart race and my dick hard as fuck just by looking at you." He said, drinking more beer while staring at your reflection. "-You look like a slutty angel." He continued, running his fingers over your chest, making you shiver with excitement "-I bet you'd be an amazing slut if you ever decided to become one." Kano grinned wickedly.

"-Do you want me to show you how good you can be baby boy doll? Do you trust daddy enough to let him teach you all about being a dirty little slut?" He spoke hoarsely, the breath of expensive beer and cigars entered your nose, while the ice cream from his bionic heart brushed against your skin.

Kano pressed his huge erection into your body, making you moan and ask if someone would catch you two there, fucking vulgarly. "-Relax boy.... I've got you covered. No one is going to see us here, not with the kind of money I have." He unzipping his pants and letting his hard cock spring out, he pushed you to your knees with a loud thump, as he teasingly rubbed his hot, thick cock across your cheek, soon watching you grab his member hard, as if it were your last fucking meal.

"-You're such a good little slut. Suck daddy's cock for me, make it wet and slippery." He running his fingers through your hair. "-Fuck boy, you really are my pretty boy." As you sucked him off, Kano grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading them apart and exposing your tight pussy to the mirror.

"-I can see us in the mirror, you're such a pretty boy, taking my huge cock deep into your throat." He spanking your ass as he fucked your mouth, without giving you time to react, just moaning against his hard cock. Kano soon pushing two fingers deep into your pussy, making you moan loudly as he fucked you with his fingers "-You'd be an amazing cock sucker. You have no idea how much I enjoy watching you worship my dick like this."

"-Oh shit, I knew you were good, but damn boy, you're amazing." Kano grinned wickedly, pulling his fingers out of your cunt - He turned you around so you were looking at his face, staring at the redness of the bionic eye he had. Without warning, Kano pushed his dick into your wet pussy, making you cry out in pleasure and pain. "-Good boy, daddy likes that..."

His hips met yours in sounds of flesh wet with lustful juices, his dick was already completely wet with your saliva and pre-semen, while you stared at his face with pleasure. With each rough but loving rhythm, you noticed that he was becoming softer, deciding to gain courage and talk about your feelings - which went beyond sex and money, beyond sugar babies and sugar daddy - between moans, you told him everything, closing your eyes. eyes and clinging to Kano's muscles, while he grunted with each thrust.

"-I knew it baby...You're in love with me. And I'm in love with you too, my little pretty boy." He moaned, thrusting his cock deeper into your pussy. "-We make the perfect team, don't we? I want you to know that you'll always have a place with me... Fuuck- You're more than just a pretty boy with a hot body. You're my little companion and I care for you deeply."

The thought of cumming for Kano was too much for you to handle, and you soon orgasmed, screaming loudly as waves of pleasure washed over you. You milked his cock, as you squirted, he held you easily, as he continued to prolong your pleasure and seek out his peak.

"-No matter what happens, I'll be here for you, my prince."

With those words, Kano came inside of you, filling your pussy with his hot cum. As he pulled out of you, you felt a sense of warmth and love that you had never experienced before. He placed a kiss on your cheek "-You're more beautiful this way, you know? Daddy Kano's pretty boy, forever and ever."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[tiredfox64]

Hi! I love your work, especially your Bi-Han writings. Not sure if you're taking requests, but would you write something for Mavado x Reader? Honestly any prompt is fine, there's literally no Mavado/Reader content and we need some 😭

It Only Takes 7 Días

Yip notes: Everybody stfu and let me cook. Gotta make something sweet for the fuckin people. (PS I actually had this set up in my drafts before and this encouraged me to finish it seeing that others are desperate).

Pairing: Mavado x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: Suggestive kinda?

Everyone knows Mavado dedicates himself to the Red Dragon clan. He’s a man who listens and obeys Daegon’s command. A man who will bring hellfire upon anyone who disturbs his clan such as Kabal and Kano. All he knows is his duty and his clan. He is uninterested in such things as dating.

Or so everyone thought.

Mavado isn’t dumb. He could never allow anyone to know about you. It’s for your own safety. Heaven forbid Daegon finds out about you, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill you just to keep Mavado’s attention. Kano and Kabal would do so much worse. They would probably hold you hostage to force Mavado into giving up every piece of information about the Red Dragon clan. He would never forgive himself if he let the one person he truly loves get hurt. He had to be all hush hush, sometimes meaning he spent little time with you. He’ll make it up to you. He’s a man of his word. This whole week will be for you.

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You heard tapping on your balcony door. Little taps as if rocks were being flicked against the glass. You got up from your bed and slid open the balcony door. When you looked down below you saw Mavado holding a bouquet of flowers just for you. He had a smug grin on his face. He knows how to capture your heart.

“Trying to make up for lost time?” You asked.

“I think it’s obvious, mi reina.” Relax, papi chulo.

You smile as you begin to back away from the railing of the balcony. You knew Mavado wouldn’t come up the regular way. You saw his grappling hook wrap around the railing before he flung himself up. Of course, he landed perfectly since he had done this a thousand times. He handed you the bouquet before placing a kiss on your cheek.

El domingo empieza el juego de seducción

It’s never just one kiss. It’s always more. On your cheeks, on your forehead, on your lips, and on your neck. His stubble lightly scratches your skin, causing you to giggle. His arms wrapped around your waist so he could pull you in close. You jokingly told him to stop but you knew he never would. In fact, he started placing quick kisses on your neck before returning to your lips.

“We should get you back inside. I’ll help warm you up.” He whispered in your ear before picking you up.

Anyone with a somewhat developed frontal lobe knows what’s about to happen. Mavado was being truthful. He would help warm you up…without any clothes on. Body heat does count. It worked, didn’t it? You were sweating and panting by the end of the night. Knocked you out and left you curled up in his arms.

Monday night, una velada entre tú y yo

By the morning, Mavado was already gone. That’s not unusual. What was unusual was how early you got to see him again. He was back by the early evening. The sun hadn’t fully set yet.

The moment you walked through the door he came up behind you to give you a hug. You were spooked at first before you felt that familiar scratch when he kissed your cheek. You immediately relaxed from his touch and he chuckled about your tiny freakout.

“What? You didn’t expect me to come back?”

“Not really. You’re not really a man who stays for two nights in a row.”

Mavado acted like he was shocked but his face did not portray that. He still had that devilish smirk on his face which meant he had plans for you and him.

“I did want to make up for lost time.”

“Does that mean we are going for a second round?” You asked with a grin.

“If that’s what you want. But I was thinking of something more romantic. Whatever you want, mi reina.” Good heavens, Mavado. You’ll strike the hearts of many.

That evening was romantic, Mavado made sure of that. A nice dinner and great music. He literally swept you off your feet. If you didn’t know how to dance bachata before you surely did now. You can’t live your whole life without knowing how to dance bachata.

And as you requested, you both had a second round in bed. The Devil’s Tango.

Martes, te hago mi novia en París

You were surprised to see Mavado still in bed with you in the morning. He really was staying to make up for lost time. His hands traced up your body as your eyes adjusted to the morning light. You looked so majestic to him with the way you looked so relaxed and the only thing covering you were the sheets.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty. You ready for another day with your favorite man?” He asked with a cocky tone.

“You plan to spoil me like you usually do?”

“Of course. And what better place to do it but in Outworld. The culture is rich I can assure you.”

A trip to another realm? Fancy. He’s not wrong either. He has traveled around Outworld and knows the best spots to find goods. The finest pieces of jewelry and best-designed clothes will be yours. Just say the word and Mavado will give it to you, one way or another.

Get ready, put your best outfit on, and don’t leave your place without a smile. Mavado wants that smile to stay on all day long.

By Wednesday, you'll love me the way it should be

Y el jueves, el anillo down on my knees te propongo matrimonio, dices que sí

The first half of the week was amazing. You couldn’t remember a time when you weren’t smiling or giggling. You thought that this week couldn’t get any better. You are wrong and for once, that’s a good thing.

You were standing outside on your balcony, watching the sunset. The sky was painted with yellow, pink, and orange. The golden light illuminated you beautifully. You were like a shining star in Mavado’s eyes. He came up beside you and you immediately rested your head on his shoulder. His hand rested gently on top of yours. You thought this was another romantic moment before you felt him messing with your ring finger. He was trying to lift it slightly and you felt something cold against it. You turned to look at him before pulling your hand away.

“Heh, I thought I was better at being sneaky. Well, guess I should be upfront with you.” He said.

You were confused about what he meant till you saw him get down on one knee. In his hand was the ring of your dreams. The band was the metal you wanted, shining in the light. The gem was your favorite and cut in the shape you desired. The ring was beautiful. This moment was beautiful. What do you have to say about this?

“Yes!”

Friday, we'll marry wherever you want

You guys got married in secret. No paperwork or the pope’s approval. Your love was true and that’s all that mattered. You guys killed two birds with one stone by having a destination wedding. Wherever you wanted, you went. It could have meaning or it could be fun. The choice was yours. Mavado would make it happen and follow through. All for his lovely bride.

Luna de miel es el sábado, hermoso final

The day after your makeshift wedding you two spent your time enjoying a new destination together. It’s a dream come true. But you did have one question for Mavado.

“I’m surprised you’re not quick to return to the Red Dragon. I would have thought you’d return to them sooner.”

“I am still loyal to my clan of course. But I am also loyal to you. The clan could wait, I couldn’t make you wait any longer.” He brought your hand up and placed a kiss on it.

Your new husband is truly loyal to you.

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“Where is Mavado!” Daegon yelled in frustration.

This was unlike the cruel crime lord. He doubted Mavado got killed since he was always super careful. So where the heck was he?

“Maybe he’s got a girlfriend now.” Hsu Hao suggested.

Daegon snapped his neck to glare at the idiot. His eye might have started twitching as well.

“Hsu Hao, you’re a bigger idiot than my brother. You’re loyal, but an idiot. Never in a million years would Mavado waste his time by dating. Don’t say another word to me.”

Unfortunately for you, Daegon, Hsu Hao is right. There ain’t nothin you could do about it.

Yap notes: unfortunately we never had a chance 😭. I mean when his name is basically malvado (literally accidentally call him that all the time) could we really expect him to love?

This feels satisfying to do and finish. This may be very headcanony but what can you do when we haven’t seen him in a long time. I can’t even find much for him when it came to the 3D era so I can’t figure out his speech patterns. I did my best and I hope this makes some people happy. Adiós!

[mynameisjessejk]

Not All Is Ash

Someone had caught Crabanil’s bridle, so Maglor gave up doing anything except holding on with his knees. He let himself curl around his aching lungs and close his burning eyes. He couldn’t hold it. He had failed.

He’d held as long as he could, Sung back the tide of the lizard-beast for as long as he dared, and he’d covered the retreat of his people until he was sure no one living was left in the Gap.

The retreat had been beautiful; Iorthomes was good but not that good, which meant that someone had come to reinforce them, to make sure they made it safely to Himring. Even entirely blinded by ash and soot, it wasn’t hard to guess who. And Maglor had failed him.

As the hooves clattered to a stop, Maglor let himself slide awkwardly off Crabanil’s back. She nuzzled his shoulder, and he wiped his streaming eyes on her neck. She was as sooty as he was, so this wasn’t terribly helpful, but it made them both feel better.

Finally, he’d cried enough ash out to see again, though his eyes still felt like the beaches of Alqualonde—gritty and bloodstained. Even through the blur of his tears, the Lord of the Marches was easy to pick out, in the center of the courtyard, at his destrier’s shoulder. Even with his distinctive hair tucked under his helmet, the copper detailing on his armor was unmistakable.

Maglor swallowed, trying to clear his throat enough to talk, and strode through the milling elves and horses. He could feel his grimace pulling unpleasantly at the burn on his cheek.

“Maglor,” Maedhros said, seeing him. He stepped towards him, face taught, eyes flickering over Maglor’s frame.

Maglor dropped to one knee before his lord. “My Lord,” he rasped, voice shot to hell from the smoke. “Forgive me.”

“Maglor,” Maedhros said again, fiercely. His voice, too, was smoke-roughened and his eyes streamed like Maglor’s.

“I couldn’t hold it for you,” Maglor whispered, and bowed his head.

“Rise,” Maedhros ordered, and his tone brooked no argument.

Maglor’s body obeyed his lord before his mind quite caught up.

Maedhros clasped him by the pauldron, stump resting on Maglor’s other shoulder. “There is nothing to forgive,” he said, rough and inexorable and regal. “None could have done more,” he murmured, and pressed their foreheads together.

Maglor leaned into his brother’s steady strength, weeping again, and not for the ash in his eyes.

“Oh Kano,” Maedhros murmured, the Quenya soft between them, “I feared for you.”

Maglor swallowed a sob.  

Maedhros’ hand slid from his pauldron to his cheek. “Oh, little brother,” he murmured, back in Sindarin.

“Command me, Lord,” Maglor said hoarsely.

Maedhros’ face was terrible and kind. “Report to the healers and have your burns tended.”

Maglor met his gaze, fear and failure and guilt warring in him.

Maedhros cupped his nape and drew their heads together again. “I love you, little brother,” Maedhros said. “And you have made me proud today.” He pressed a kiss to Maglor’s forehead in benediction. “Now go,” he ordered.

Maglor saluted him with all the love in his heart, and turned for the doors to the hall.

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Kabal x Reader: Usual Visit

~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Pleasure doing business with ya as always, Flash." The red eyed Aussie grins wickedly at Kabal after handing him today's cut. The fast man smirks beneath the mask, counting through his pay like a child in triumph after doing such simple allowance.

Simple tasks such as terrorizing and killing a few people for Kano due to late fees they never paid back. How unfortunate for them, but to Kabal - and definitely Kano - a job is a job.

"Don't spend it all on hooks and hookers." Kano joked before dismissing Kabal off.

"Right," Kabal scoffed with amusement. "I have better things to spend it on." Without giving Kano the chance to pretend to be interested enough to ask, Kabal dashed off in his usual abnormal speed. Far outside the clan, he runs to a big house on a hill. Thank the gods, no cars were outside, and he's willing to bet there isn't one inside the garage.

Carefully, he walks around the house to the back and knocks on a specific window.

...

You peered at the window, putting down your brush and walking to see who it was. Pushing the blinds away, you smile happily to see your masked friend. Opening the window with a little struggle, you greet him. "Kabal!" You lean over to kiss his cheek affectionately. If only you see the goofy, flustered smirk beneath his mask.

"Hey, Y/n! Doing well today?" He asks charmingly.

"Fine as usual. I don't take my medication until about an hour, so I'm not drowsy yet." You shrug with an aloof hint. But you didn't want to bring down the mood. "What did you do today? Beat any bad guys?!" Your eyes sparkled, hoping he has a cool story on how great of a hero he is.

"Ehh, just a few." Kabal says, tilting his hand side to side. "No one too powerful, but I still got a good amount of money from it." The boasting continues. You were slightly disappointed, not because there wasn't much of a story today, but-

"I thought heroes don't get paid." You murmur with furrowed brows. You folded your arms on the window frame and rested your chin, looking at him, downed.

"Well, yeah- but I need to eat too, you know?"

"I guess." You agree with the easy excuse, much to his relief.

"I've actually forgot something for you! I'll be back in not even three seconds." Kabal promises. You lifted your head up and raised an eyebrow at him. It feels like a dare.

"Really? One-"

A gust of wind flew through your hair as Kabal rushes off, your heart skipping a beat or two before he suddenly appears back with a small bouquet of flowers. He makes sure to rip the price tag off before you notice. "Sorry, a few of the petals came off on the way back." He hands his gift to you.

The flowers were still pretty nevertheless. They brought a warm smile to your face, the joy radiating from you to Kabal. "They're beautiful! Thanks!"

"No problem. Is there something else I can do for you?"

Setting your gift gently aside, you thought for a moment. "Well, father doesn't let me order food online. For awhile, I've been wanting to try that bakery from down-" You weren't given the chance to finish your sentence before he rushes off again.

Briefly he returns with a fancy bag for you. Inside was a fancy plastic box of macarons - and you knew those were pricy - along with fresh strawberries, covered in chocolate. One of your favorite treats that made you disregard sadness. "Ohh, thank you so much, Kabal. I'll go get my-"

"No need, princess." Kabal 'humbly' raises his hand. "It's my treat to treat you."

You softly coo at him before you hear the garage open. Readjusting your gown you stood up, alerted. "My dad's back. You should probably go now." You warn him. He nods and steps back.

"I'll visit you again soon, okay?"

"Okay." You smile once more. "Thank you for stopping by."

Kabal takes off before he gets caught. As for you, you hid the flowers somewhere. Before you hid your treats, you took one out to eat it before hiding it.

What an admirable hero Kabal is. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

[lamemaster]

Maedhros with a Singer S/O

Request: I was wondering if you could write a headcanon/fic for Maedhros with a singer female elf s/o. 💖

Pairing: Maedhros x Reader

Genre: Romance and ANGST

AN: went a little overboard

"Are you, perhaps, Prince Makalaure?" Your first words to Maitimo were uttered at the doorstep of their house in Valinor. He was young back then, a brother to only two others.

You stood there as Makalaure's tutor, a name his mother had mentioned. "Uh, no, I am Nelyafinwe. Laure is inside; please come in," he invited you inside.

"Forgive me, Prince Nelyafinwe," you smiled sheepishly. "I am supposed to instruct Prince Makalaure in music. Could you please call him?"

And so it began, as your fate entangled with Maedhros'.

Months later~

"Are your parents not here to learn more about Prince Kanafinwe's performance?" Your words were plain but they cut Nelyafinwe deeply. They wounded his Finwean pride. How could you ever look at him with pity in your eyes?

He could see the judgment. You pitied him and his brother. You saw them as neglected elflings, perhaps nothing more. "My parents love us very much, but they are masters of their craft. As their sons, Kano and I understand that." Nelyafinwe looked at a tiny Kano sitting by a giant harp, playing it with a small smile.

But he had also seen the excited look in his brother's eyes when he took the stage. Kano had scanned the crowd for any signs of Feanor or Nerndanel, but his eyes had found only Maitimo, his brother, who had rushed here after his own classes at the palace.

"It was important for Kanafinwe today," you did not back down. You had wanted your student to get his recognition today. "He prepared for this very diligently." You paused; your heart ached as you noticed the subtle disappointment in your student's eyes. "I would like to talk to your parents and maybe discuss this…"

Nelyafinwe's heart stopped. You would talk to the crown prince of the Noldor for your student? Why did you care so much? And his parents…they were too absorbed in their own worlds. Would they ever listen to you?

His Atar would not like you. And his Amme was always too tired. What if they fought because of you? No, he couldn't let that happen. Kano and Tyelko got scared so easily. He couldn't let them see that again. He couldn't let you witness this.

"You, a mere tutor, want to talk to our parents? Do you even know who they are? Masters of their craft, their lives are different from yours. Kanafinwe is their son, and he understands his responsibilities." Nelyafinwe allowed his voice to carry the edge of rudeness. "Our parents create art greater than you can ever fathom. It is born out of their souls." Maybe that would scare you off.

But it didn't. Instead, you blinked at him, unfazed. "Forgive me, I do not possess mastery of music as your parents do for their craft. I do not pour my soul into my creations because somehow, to me, creation is not about taking a part of me and the world around and putting it into my art. Instead, it's about the joy of doing it. Creations should lend peace of mind. They should imitate the world around us, not take us away from it."

"Maybe that's why you are just a tutor, not a master," Nelyafinwe's words were sharp, but they served to hide his own shame. A shame you did not cast upon him, but one he had draped himself in. "Come, Kano, I am sure we can find you another tutor who might be more suitable," Nelyafinwe called for his brother, who looked at him with teary eyes. His nose and cheeks were flushed from his efforts to hold back his tears. His lips trembled, but he persevered, fighting the sobs.

Kano looked at you, pleadingly. You bent down to his level and kissed his forehead. "Why are you so morose? You did so well today, dear," you consoled your student. It seemed as if this entire interaction with Nelyafinwe had terrified him.

You stood back up. "I am sorry to have offended you, my prince," you bowed to him without a trace of resentment in your voice. "I just want the best for my student." You looked down at Kanafinwe, who still held your gown in his tiny fists. "And I am certain that Kanafinwe will soon surpass me," you smiled at him. "I will live to see my dearest student become greater than any."

"You will always be better than me!" Kanafinwe hugged your legs and buried himself in your gown, allowing his tears to flow freely. "I don't want another tutor, Nelyo, please…let her be my tutor, please." You supported your young student and picked him up in your arms, wiping his tears away.

Even decades later, as the entire Valinor praised Kanafinwe for his talent, your student still called you the best, now your brother-in-law. Somehow, your fate was set to stay with Nelyafinwe, who once detested you. You didn't know when the love came, but it arrived, and neither of you could resist.

Your romance started later in the years, first as a friendship, then grew only deeper with your shared affection for Kano, who had now grown too big for both of you to baby.

Nelyo tried to get Tyelko to learn from you, but it was a failed venture when he had to drag his younger brother to you for the second month. That was the sign that the eldest Feanorian had to find another reason to meet with you. It led to a hurried confession next to a sulking Tyelko, one of the liveliest confessions in Valinor's history, especially when you both had to physically carry an uncontrollable Tyelko back home.

Your marriage to Nelyafinwe was beautiful and peaceful. You followed him to Formenos, to Tirion, and to the shores of Alqualonde. In your marriage, you only knew how to follow him. Even when your husband didn't have the courage to face you with his bloodied face, you cradled his face, wiped his tears, and sang him the song of peace. The wavering of your own voice didn't matter. Your screaming morals were shunned. You comforted Maitimo.

You would have followed him on the ships if it weren't for a tiny Idril clutching your gown. Your youngest student needed people around her, and her mother, Elenwe, needed help. So you stayed behind, watching him leave in the bloodied boats. You kissed him goodbye with a promise of a quick reunion.

And you waited to follow him. With Idril in your lap, you sang to her all the songs your husband loved. You could feel him still in your bond. But the ship never returned to get you. All that came was the whisper of smoke. They were gone. You couldn't fathom such an act of betrayal by Maitimo, even with your resentment.

Next to Turgon's host, you sought to find your beloved on the nether shores. Your anger did not vanish, it lived in your heart. You wanted to meet him and ask him about his abandonment of you.

But you never got the chance. You felt your heart stop in the freezing depths of Helcaraxe. Your body was dragged down by all the weight you had been carrying in your bags. The darkness pulled you closer to an unknown end. But you could see him now. His hair flowed effortlessly in the water, his eyes glimmered even in the dark, and he smiled at you. He was calling you. You reached your hand to him. 'Maitimo,' you called out to him.

"What do you mean she is not here?" Is she reborn?"" Maedhros' spirit trembled. The Halls of Mandos had always seemed like a distant beacon of hope the only reunion that he had imagined for him and you, but now they had become a void, a cold emptiness as if the Valar had forsaken them even in their death.

The Maia looked at him with eyes full of pity. "Your wife did not make it to Mandos' Halls. Her soul has been trapped in the depths of Helcaraxe." The words cut through his spirit like shards of ice, and he felt as if he was being consumed by a relentless storm.

He longed for a glimpse of you, for a touch, a word, something to reassure him that you were still there. He had been longing for ages. "Why can I not feel her? Our bond...it's not broken? Why did no one bring her back?" Maedhros demanded, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and anger

The Maia's voice was solemn. "Her fea did not depart her hroa. It is unaware of its death. The freezing depths of Helcaraxe prevent her body from decaying. Without even a sign of rot, the soul cannot leave. To the fea, the hroa is undamaged and, thus, still capable of holding it. Maybe there is another reason we do not know, but this is the best we can tell you."

For so long, you were trapped in those lifeless waters, alone and cold. Maedhros felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, as if he had failed to protect you, to keep you by his side. "Let me go. I will bring her back," he offered without hesitation, his voice unwavering. "My healing, my past, my present, my future, the laws of the Valar can all wait. I need to go to her. Please, let me go!"

But the Maia's response was crushing. "You cannot," they said, their tone unyielding. "No quendi can leave Valinor anymore. Your wife is doomed, like the rest. No one can force her to return."

"She did not do anything wrong!" Maedhros' voice rose with desperation, and he knelt in anguish, his spirit trembling. Tears may have eluded him, but his soul wept. "Please, bring her back. Let me go to her. She didn't harm anyone. She just wanted to be with me." Yet only silence met his pleas, and it echoed in the emptiness of Mandos.

In the depths of water surrounding you, you finally had him to yourself. You could sing for hours and Maitimo would still look at you lovingly. Urging you to sing in the solitude.

Your heart was at peace. Next to Maitimo, the world faded into oblivion.

[hollytanaka]

what colour is your aura?

tagged by @tommyarashikage (ages ago! finally getting to it now lol) to do this quiz for my ocs; thank you!

magenta

splattered paint, glitter, childhood friends, neon, pleather, dance floors, crystals. your essence is magenta: you are charming and lead with your heart. you are drawn to people; you adore the thrill, that rush of attention when making an instant connection. even if you are not genuine, you are confident. you are the enchanter. you are the party-goer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of pink, rose, amethyst, and amaranth, who share your magnetism towards others. you are also drawn to the driven noir and umber, who will help you grow and become more introspective. however, you may struggle to get along with the ruminating personalities of forest and marigold who seem to always overthink.

*for beatrice this fits well i think — since she does tend to think optimistically and find comradery and friendship quickly.

blush

lollipops, warm cheeks, lip gloss, flowers, flamingo feathers, painted nails, heart glasses. your essence is blush: you are outspoken and protect your heart by never offering an apology. you seize your desires; there is a particularity to your passions, and not many are privy to your reasonings. you are protective and extend your heart in a way you will never accept in return. you are the trend-setter. you are the defiant. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of crimson, red, tawny, and coral, who share your aspirational intensity. you are also drawn to the honest souls lilac and cream, who will help you grow and realize you are not always under critique. however, you may struggle to get along with the internal personalities of sky and beige who are too self-effacing.

*this at first makes mónica sound more bubblier than she is, but i think it's true that her joy in life is tied to her sense of defiance, which can come off as intense.

I’m tagging (opt in here! 👋):

@alexxmason @banbanswife @carlosoliveiraa @collinnmckinley @efingcod

@frankwoods @gwendaria @imagoddamnonionmason @kanos @ncytiri

@nepheliloux @ohgeesoap @queennymeria @sergeiravenov @shaxxuality

@thedeadthree

[aniyas-weird-writing]

Yandere kabal plz

I already have an idea of what I’m going to write. WARNING: IF SENSITIVE TO YANDERE THEMES, DO NOT READ THIS! (story starts below the line)

theme: yandere theme, mentions of stalking

warning: yandere themes, mentions of stalking, mentions of being tied up

Yandere! Kabal loves you. (pre and post burn)

You.

You were kind, calm, and thoughtful; a blessing from the Elder Gods themselves.

Kabal, during his Special Force days, admired you from afar.

How you paid lenient attention to any soldiers wound and how swiftly you were able to patch them up.

You would give the soldiers a soft smile before calling the next into the room.

Not long, Kabal had a crush on you. Perhaps, more than a crush.

He would secretly follow you wherever you went and make little love notes to you, which would have your favorite candy in it.

Whenever you got the love note, you would always wonder who sent it. You wouldn’t have an idea who sent it because it’s signed by a ‘secret admirer.’

It would have many hearts on the inside and colored lines on the outside.

Honestly, you are flattered that you have an admirer but can’t help but wonder who is that admirer.

After many months of building courage, Kabal decided to confess to you after his mission…

However, he will find out that something bad is going to happen..

During his mission, he gets burned.. really badly. And later, he was declared dead.

Many soldiers and you weeped and mourned Kabal. He was a good soldier indeed.

You noticed that the love letter stopped when Kabal died. You did some investigating and discovered that it potentially may have been Kabal.

Your feel terrible; admittedly, the love notes were adorable and the candy was good. You also thought he was cute.. a shame he’s dead now.

——————

Kabal, now in the Black Dragon, and wearing a respirator mask, watches you from the shadows as you tend to wounded soldiers.

Your still as beautiful as ever.. and as caring for others.

Kabal, now revived due to Kano, starts sending love notes to you again.

You notice this and you wonder if Kabal is alive again.. but it would be impossible.. you heard word of Kabal being burned really badly..

You decided to look for him..

(Bad decision, Mark!)

——————

As you slowly wake up, a man with a mask and hook sword on his back appears in your vision.

You felt something press against your wrists and your foot, and you realize your tied up.

You can’t help but squirm in the ties, trying to somehow escape.

The man touches your cheek, and you shiver at the cold touch.

“W-who are you..?” You ask, slightly shaking.

He doesn’t say anything for a while, but when he hear his voice ring through the small basement, your eyes slightly dilate in shock.

“Your secret admirer.. Kabal.”

——————

And that concludes this request. Honestly, I didn’t know how to finish this off. I hope you enjoy this.

req from: anon

[sagethegaywitch]

Our Child (Part III)

Yandere Mermaid Family x GN Reader

TW: yandere behavior, almost drowning, blood

Genre: yandere

(Part I), (Part II)

Sorry, I forgot I'm a writer....

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Y/N’s Pov

You’ve locked yourself into your apartment for the last few days, only coming out for school/work and to get stuff from the local grocery store.  You avoided the ocean at all costs, taking longer paths to get to our destination if necessary.  You still get nightmares of the dark ocean and the feeling of water surrounding you before you wake up in a cold sweat, safe in your bed.

It was one of those sleepless nights, one where you were laying in your bed, trying to read a book to tire out your mind.  That’s when you hear this enchanting sound.  At first, it's faint, and you think it's just one of your floor neighbors listening to music aloud.  You hope the peaceful music would lull you to sleep, and surprisingly, you do feel your eyes get droopy.  For once, you sleep peacefully, but suddenly you shiver, feeling cold.  The chill you feel is enough to wake you up, and you’re shocked to find yourself standing on the beach, knee deep in the dark water.  You frantically look around, convinced this was a sick joke or some prank, but you are met with windy silence.  The allure voice sounds closer now, and you can see a faint figure resting on the rocks.  They look human, but now you know better and you instantly start fleeing the scene, too afraid of what will happen if you stick around.  But, you feel a familiar grasp on your ankle.  You scream and struggle as you stumble and fall into the icy water, hands pulling you in.  Even with all your strength, you can’t seem to rip yourself free of the hands as they finally submerge you.  Opening your eyes in panic, you can see three blurry figures before you squeeze your eyes shut from salty pain.  You try your best to hold your breath, but when the hands grab at your waist and drag you deeper, you can’t help but let out a gasp, losing most of your air supply.  You can hear muffled voices, and suddenly something is shoved in your mouth.  Out of reflex, you spit it out along with the rest of your air.  Your lungs ache, and you’re forced to slowly succumb to unconsciousness.

Malik’s Pov

It hurt all three of my hearts to watch the human struggle and scream, but they just didn’t know that we were taking them home.  Home sweet home.  We brought them back to the air pocket room we set up for them, and Kano gently rested them in the nest he built.  The human must have fallen asleep when they realized it was just their family taking them home.  They look so small and tired resting in the much larger pile of seaweed.

“I’ll go catch a hearty meal, poor thing must be so tired,” Aalto comments before diving back into the water.

Kano curls up next to the human as I attempt to dry them with some scrap fabric, worried about their constant shivering from the cold.  Wrapping them in a worn but fluffy blanket, the human finally snuggles into Kano’s side, seeking warmth.  My youngest son’s cheeks burn a reddish color as he giggles and embraces the little human.  I smile, content that our family is finally complete, as I watch over two of my children.

Aalto’s Pov

Finding the tuna was the hardest part, killing it was actually pretty easy.  Dragging back the bloody mess to the cave also proved a small problem as I got tailed by some curious sharks.  Snarling at them and barring my teeth, I attempt to warn them away from our home and our little fragile younger sibling.  Swimming through the cave’s tunnel, I finally arrived back at the air pocket.  I lug the tuna onto the stone surface and I’m greeted by my father and my younger brother taking a peaceful nap with the newest addition to our family.  I try to be as quiet as possible as I take the fish into a side room before preparing it to make a fish stew.  Using the sharpened stones as knives, I debone the fish and cut it into chewable chunks.  I strike a fire in a little pit with some flint, boiling some fish broth I made a few days ago with some fish bones in a large pot.  We don’t have to worry about the smoke causing harm to our human because we got a sea witch to help enchant the area to be liveable.  The air will always remain clean and fresh, and there is a fresh water pond that will never empty.  Leaving the fish to slowly cook, I peek back into the main room and see my father petting the human’s head and stroking their cheek, a gentle smile on his face as he gives the child a forehead kiss.  Sensing eyes watching him, we turned his head to look at me.

“Aren’t they the cutest!” my father exclaims, unusually excited.

I hum in agreement, checking the stew to ensure it doesn’t burn,

My father stretches like the creature that humans call cats before dragging himself into the “kitchen” to check my cooking.  He stirs the concoction with a makeshift ladle and smacks his lips as he tastes it.

“Could use some seasoning,” Malik comments before sprinkling some dried seaweed into the soup.

We sit in silence as we wait for dinner to be finished, and we entertain ourselves by watching Kano cuddle with the human.  Eventually, Malik goes to wake them both up while I serve the stew in emptied coconut shell bowls.  I almost drop the last bowl of hot stew when a shrill scream rips through the air.

[sipping-ambrosia-wine]

okay so yorukura definitely didnt stick the landing... honestly episode nine mightve felt like more of a season finale if it had been leading into a season two. i dont think its bad necessarily, splitting kanoyoru toward the end of the story but i dont think they got enough one on one time together before it ended. kimura and kiui really got time to shine, which i do appreciate, but kanoyoru has been set up from episode one. theyre really the heart of the show, and giving them so little time together- even with a relationship left unconfirmed, like in lycoris recoil- kind of kills it. they were going FULL THROTTLE on kanoyoru endgame. they didnt include an aquarium date in episode three a cheek kiss in episode five the motorcycle beach date in episode seven, all of mahiru's teasing and her remarks about a special someone who inspired her and she's interested in for it to be unintentional. their breakup had me on the edge of my seat, but their make up just left me wanting.

kimura and kiui's endgame developments are generally pretty well liked and with good reason. mei got to confess her feelings and she made it clear that in contrast to her reasoning as a fan it was because of her real, less marketable traits that she loved kano. that its because theyre such different people and because she doesnt always understand her or want to emulate her that she loves kano now. and she expressed that through her own real, unmarketable trait, showing a little bit more of her own growth and self acceptance. that said its got a little less punch to it given the use of "nonotan" was nearly back to back with kano's flashbacks of her idol days and her confessing to her father that she can barely remember the last time she was called by her real name. kiui stood up to their explicitly transphobic old friends and regained a bit of that childhood confidence. maybe im a bit dumb bc the trans coding didnt quite fully click for me until then but that really blew me out of the water. like yeah oh loss of self confidence due to social isolation- and onset of puberty. when they clicked with the driving school friend who is also trans, even under the baggy dysphoria fits kano noticed that their chest was slightly bigger than the woman who had work done. kinda masc vtuber rig. pink hair and pronouns. its really cool that they confirmed it!

independent of the yuribait i do think kano and mahiru were decently done like... in all aspects aside from one another. mahiru previously worried about comments criticizing her technical art and it drove her to improve. the JELEE gang's support is why she had the courage to start drawing again in the first place but kano's mom gave constructive criticism, and then praise for the initiative and self improvement when she saw the arm edit. but that focus on technical skills and approval from others becomes a double edged blade and she doesnt deliver her best work until she draws authentically to herself and her tastes as an artist. i feel like they couldve delivered on the jellyfish metaphor, about how jellyfish can only filter and reflect the light around them, but that the light reflected is made more beautiful for it as well or... something. the point of splitting a dynamic duo in the third act is generally to let them breathe and develop apart from one another and prove they can stand on their own before bringing them together stronger for it, but though the theme is still there i feel like they kind of dropped the light and jellyfish dynamic after the fight. that said mahiru's show of devotion to kano being a timeslot at the show, the jellyfish art all over the city, and all of that being done via the show light projectors, mahiru's art made to literally shine for kano was a great touch.

now kano... this might be controversial but i dont see her ending as a "forgiving an abusive parent", or at least i dont think thats the point of it. last we see of her mom is at her graduation ceremony. kano leaves campus and sees her mom and her sister came to see her. she says she made her moms dream come true and she's clearly happy about it- but then she walks away. its not full severance but she's not living on her mom's agenda anymore. her sister was in the car- her mom mightve meant for a family meal after the graduation ceremony. from kano's words this might be the first time theyve seen one another since the concert. but kano has plans with her friends and doesnt even hesitate. her mom discarded her but it was kano who made her dream come true anyway. and now she's moving on to what she built for herself. before, she was singing to prove her mom wrong- but she was still singing because of her. when the set her 100k follower goal she was going off her mom's success model of numbered audience. she was with the sundolls as a nepobaby because her mom was their producer and wanted her in. but JELEE is hers and its what she's pursuing. all that said im dead curious about what's up with her family situation- her dad seems to be a shut in maybe? he's deliberately a gaping abscence in comparison to kano's hypercontrolling mom, and theyre definitely split. and through his viewpoint in kano's flashbacks as well as the fact that he was the reason she was in shibuya to see mahiru's mural, and also the fact that he's the last shot of the ed really makes me wonder.

overall disregarding the finale i'd say the show was still about a 8/10 but even with all that going for it they chickened out on kanoyoru and the whole episode was cheapened by it. maybe the full finalized concert lyrics of shinkai yuei had a more uplifting love song vibe to it, maybe if they had made it clear that she was singing a love song for mahiru. maybe if mahiru had been the one to encourage her instead of melo. i dont dislike these decisions independently, pursuing passions for yourself and the connection it offers with other people rather than one person in particular, forgiving yourself and laying the past to rest are good. but the last episode feels incredibly empty and it feels like overall they actively dodged every opportunity to fulfill the conclusion theyve been dangling since the start. it burns to say since i was rooting so hard for this show but theres really no other word for it but baiting. its yuribait.

[viceroywrites]

reunions and opportunities - chapter ten

gary x fem!reader

both of you didn't get the ideal high school experience it would make sense that you both would be dreading the reunion.

little did you know how many doors would open after that.

ao3 version here - chapters on tumblr are slightly rewritten and restructured.

content warning: fic contains smut in later chapters. discussions of mental health including trauma and potential ptsd (aka gary is traumatized).

chapter ten

After a rather eventful evening, deep slumber hit Gary and you like a truck, both of you passing out shortly after a much needed cuddle session, forgetting to set your alarms for the busy days you had ahead.

You both awoke to the sound of the Game of Thrones theme song blaring from Gary’s phone, a ringtone he had set specifically for the Monarch. You tossed around for a bit before letting out a soft whine, lightly tapping the henchman’s broad shoulder, “Babe, your phone…” Groggily, the buff henchman fumbled around in the sheets, searching blindly before fishing it out from underneath the pillow.

“Hello?” He answered, his voice husky and deeper than usual.

“Morning, sleeping beauty. Do you know what time it is?” The Monarch’s dry, nasally tone replies back.

Gary blinks at his boss’ question, rubbing the sleep out of his heavy-lidded eyes as he pulls his phone away from his ear to check. His pupils quickly adjust to the light and widen at the sight of it being almost noon.

“Oh my god! Babe, wake up - you’re late!” The henchman sits up in bed, shaking your shoulders gently as you had almost fallen back asleep. You fumble for your own phone, gasping as you see the time and a series of texts from Sheila asking if you were okay. Instantly, you roll out of bed, rushing to the bathroom to get ready.

As the bathroom door shuts behind you, the Monarch stifles a chuckle, “Babe? Really?” Gary groans at his boss’ teasing, pulling on the jeans that he wore the previous evening. “Sorry, we can’t all be creative like you with your bajillion pet names for your wife.”

The light-hearted tone shifts as Malcolm mentions that his encounter with Red Death did not go as planned this morning. “Oh dude, it couldn’t have been that bad.” Gary mutters, anxiously glancing over his shoulder at the bathroom door as he hears the creak of your shower knob turning the flow of water off.

“I swear he could have killed me right on the spot just with his voice and stare, 21. Though can you believe he knows my work? I mean come on, this is the Red Death we’re talking about.” The Monarch remarks before cutting the conversation short, “Anyways, time to get to work, lover boy. Get your ass back here ASAP, we’re going to have to come up with a Plan B.”

Gary swallowed the lump in his throat, reality settling in that he’s back to his role as Kano. “R-Right.” You stepped out of the bathroom right on cue as the heavy conversation wrapped up, already dressed in your Guild uniform as you toweled off your damp hair. 

“Put the phone on speaker, 21.” Gary’s eyebrow quirked at the Monarch’s command, obeying his leader’s wishes. Your head tilts in confusion and Gary can only respond with a confused shrug himself.

“Hey, [Your Name], take your time, I texted my wife that you two lovebirds slept in and according to her, all you missed was another stupid Guild meeting.” Both you and Gary blinked at each other in surprise at the Monarch’s kind gesture.

“Thank you!” You chimed in and the Monarch chuckled in response, “No, no, it’s the least I could do… thanks for finally popping my loser henchman’s cherry.”

The Monarch let out a cackle, a shit-eating grin spreading across his features as Gary’s protests echoed from the other line, barely picking up you hissing to Gary  ‘How does he know?’ before he hangs up.

-

With caffeine in both of your systems, Gary and you reluctantly parted ways, leaving a soft kiss on his plump cheek as he opens the door of the black sleek car that pulls up to the Monarch residence for you before it whisks you away.

Before he can even ascend up the steps, Gary sees the Monarch, donning the civilian wear he wore for reconnaissance, standing at the door with a devilish grin. 

“Enjoy your evening, Romeo?” Malcolm ribs his right-hand man, elbowing him playfully in the side as Gary walks through the door. The henchman groans, “Seriously, how did you even know?”

“Come on, 21, I know the sound of a man’s voice following a night of passion with his lover.” The red-haired villain chuckles, patting Gary’s broad chest, “Also the fact that you actually took my advice and wore something other than that blue plaid button up you’re always wearing told me you were planning to get laid.”

“Alright, alright, enough about my sex life. God, that’s so gross that my leader knows about my sex life. Hey, wait, how did you know I was a virgin?” Gary asked before pausing the moment the Monarch gave him a pointed look. “You’re right, self-explanatory.”

The pair descended down the stairs into the Blue Morpho cave to brainstorm Plan B but not before the Monarch almost slipped on the knife Gary had carelessly thrown to the ground the day prior after his fateful chase from you.

“What the fuck? Where the hell did this come from?” Malcolm cursed, picking up the object and examining it closely. “I don’t remember your Kano costume coming with knives. Looks almost like my wife’s.”

“Probably because it is hers. My girlfriend tried throwing it at my head yesterday as she was chasing me down.” Gary sighed as the gears in the Monarch’s head began to turn before clicking and grabbing the henchman’s shoulders.

“21, did she get a close look at you? Do you think she suspects you’re Kano?” The Monarch said in a serious tone, his expressive eyebrows furrowing into a glare. Gary quickly shakes his head, attempting to wriggle out of the grip his boss had on him.

“Oh god, no! I don’t think I would be standing here if she had any inkling. All she said at dinner is that she suspects that Blue Morpho is doing the killing or that he has “something” over Kano’s head to get him to kill.” Gary stammered as he reflected that the latter part of your claim had some truth to it.

The Monarch looked in his henchman’s eyes for any trace of doubt and as 21 stared back unwavering, he released his grip and let out a sigh. “Alright, stay on your toes, 21. I need you in tip-top shape so I can relinquish my wrath onto Dr. Venture once again.”

“Right… So Plan B, maybe a hostage situation with his daughter and wife?” Gary suggested. 

The Monarch stared at him incredulously, “Are you kidding, the man would slaughter us in a second if we even laid a finger on his family?” 

Gary hummed and tapped his lip as he thought of a solution, “Well, what if we don’t actually take them? Maybe tell them to go to a friend’s house or maybe the in-laws for the evening?”

After some thought, the Monarch grinned, beaming with almost pride at his henchman’s quick thinking, “21, you’re a genius.”

–

“You’re kidding, right?” You say in disbelief at the sight before you.

“I wish I was…” Sheila patted your shoulder, taking in the sight of Watch and Ward dressed as Hank and Dean, Phineas Phage as H.E.L.P.E.R and an OSI agent that you were unfamiliar with, Hunter Gathers, dressed as Dr. Venture.

“Oh, I have to get a photo of this to send to Gary, this is pure gold.” You chuckle in pure shock and amusement as you whip out your phone, snapping photos of Watch and Ward who try to shield themselves from your camera.

After you’re satisfied with the ridiculous amount of photos you’ve taken, you take a seat next to Dr. Mrs. the Monarch by the pool, tilting your head, “So where are the actual Ventures? I’ve heard so many stories here and there about them from Gary.”

“Well, Dr. Venture is at Quizboy’s house, and then I think Shoreleave, he’s an OSI agent, took the Venture boys out to show them where the real fun in the city is.. whatever that means.” Sheila says with a shrug, fishing out a pack of cigarettes from her coat. The raven-haired villainess curses under her breath as she realizes she forgot her lighter. 

To her surprise, you fish out a pocket lighter from your coat, “You always step out for a smoke after our Meteor Majeure meetings when you’re stressed and look pissed if you forget your lighter in one of your other bags. Figured I’d carry one around.” You chuckle, lighting the cigarette that rests between her delicate fingers. 

Taking a slow drag, Sheila blows the smoke in the opposite direction of you before giving you a gracious smile, “Thanks, sweetheart. I swear you’re one of the only reasons I’m still sane with all this crap going on,” gesturing with her cigarette towards the shenanigans unfolding before you.

You chuckle, watching Hunter Gathers admonish Watch and Ward for breaking character, “I know it stresses you out dealing with all these air-headed villains but I know you love your job on the Council. I can tell from how you command the room and get everyone in order. I’ve honestly learned so much about the Guild and henching from the short time I’ve spent with you.”

“Well, if you can command a horde of over a hundred men dressed as butterflies, you can command any room you walk into.” Sheila chuckles before her gaze drifts to you, “You have the potential to do the same, sweetheart. Have you given any thought on what you want to do with your future with the Guild?”

You suddenly find the loose thread on the outer lining of your jacket interesting, toying with the material as you muddle over the question that has been weighing on your mind recently, “Well, I know  for sure I don’t want to go back to working with Wide Whale, I don’t know if I can go back to being just Sirena’s bodyguard and having to deal with those chauvinistic henchmen 24/7. They don’t even call me by my name half the time - just ‘girly’ or ‘lady’.”

Sheila gives your shoulder a sympathetic touch but before she can reply, Phantom Limb clears his throat behind you two, “While I’d hate to ruin such a tender moment between mentor and mentee, I’m afraid the council members need to meet to go over the plan for the evening, Councilwoman.”

The dark-haired villainess rises to her feet, helping you up with a reassuring squeeze on your hand, “We’ll talk later.” before following Phantom Limb inside.

–

Day quickly turned to night with the Monarch and 21 successfully executing phase one of their plan - just having come back from Red Death’s residence and changing out of the robes that Gary just so happened to have leftover from his DND campaign into their Blue Morpho and Kano costumes.

However, phase two had not gone as smoothly after Gary and the Monarch abruptly hung up the phone to their ransom call, following a Liam Neeson style threatening monologue from Red Death.

Breathing heavily in the claustrophobic pod, Gary contemplates how he ended up in this situation, only having genuinely feared for his life a handful of times in the many years of behind a henchman. As Red Death easily cuts through the pods with his scythe, the henchman immediately gets on his knees alongside his boss, begging for mercy and explaining the fake hostage situation. 

What he did not expect in return was a pep-talk from the wise villain. 

“But actually, how do you stay sane, knowing you killed people? Like doesn’t that consume you?” Gary questions as he offers Red Death a towel to wipe up the blood on his hands after killing and vaporizing the bodies of the villains he had locked up who decided to reenact the Saw Series in the basement bathroom. 

“I’m assuming you’re asking more how to keep it separate - this,” Gesturing to the Blue Morpho cave, Red Death remarks, “and your personal life.”

“I mean I’m sure it’s easier for you, your wife isn’t involved in the Guild but my girlfriend is… and with me being Kano, our relationship is starting off on the wrong foot with me lying to her face every day.” Gary sighed, rubbing his sore shoulder after the Monarch gave him a few, albeit weak punches to the soldier over not telling him about the bathroom.

“Well, it’s a balancing act, young henchman. All I can say are two things - remember where 21 ends and Gary begins. They’re both you, similar to how my bloodlust is a part of me, but it’s not all of me.” Red Death hums, handing back the bloodied rag before patting the burly henchman on the shoulder, “And I’ve learned that the key to a happy marriage is honesty. Eventually, this Blue Morpho escapade will end, and you and the Monarch will both have to face your partners with the truth. You get to choose whether you want to do it now or later.” 

“I do get to choose, don’t I?” Gary mused.

After Red Death leaves, Gary changes out of his Kano costume and spends the rest of the evening attempting to scrub off as much of the dried blood out of the porcelain tile as the Monarch requested, wanting to use the bathroom as soon as possible.

The henchman pulls his phone out of his jacket pocket, swiping through the texts that you had sent - Watch and Ward dressed as Hank and Dean, a selfie you took with Brock who appears to have begrudgingly agreed, and finally, an update text that you had made it home safely. His thick fingers type out the message, ‘Hey, can we talk about something tonight?’, hovering over the send button.

As he makes his way up the stairs, Gary freezes at the sight of the Monarch embracing his wife, who is fuming that she got ‘stood up’ by the Blue Morpho tonight. He sees the anxious look on his leader’s face as he has to lie to his wife, comforting her when he is the cause of her stress and frustration.

Gary ends up deleting the heavy text, heading up the stairs unnoticed. He instead types out, ‘Looks like someone had an eventful evening’, hitting the send button before flopping onto the mattress in his ‘room’, a currently unrenovated room in the Monarch residence.

Your response came in the form of a FaceTime call request, which Gary quickly answered, hoping to hear about your day as a way to distract himself. The moment your face pops into vision, his features soften, a smile breaking out as he admires your beauty through the tiny screen.

“Why hello, m’lady. Don’t you look cozy and quite ravishing I must say?” The henchman lays his compliment on thick, earning him a chuckle with a playful eye roll. 

“Yeah because your DND dice shirt on me totally screams sex appeal.” You tease, pulling the neck of the shirt up to reveal your nighttime attire that you had stolen from him a few days prior. 

“Well, you have this paladin wrapped around your finger.” Gary chuckles tiredly, raising his hand to rub his droopy eyes. The back of his hand comes into vision, flecks of red dotting across the back of his hand.

Your eyebrows raised at the sight in concern, “You didn’t fight at all today, right? Like no arches or any jobs you did to help the Monarch raise his EMA?”

“Yeah, why?” Gary questions, not realizing the traces of blood still on the back of his hand.

“I could’ve sworn you had blood on the back of your hand, Gare. I thought you were hurt,” You say softly, tilting your head as you wonder what it could be.

Gary’s eyes widen visibly as he glances at it before letting out a nervous chuckle, “O-Oh, that’s just red paint. Yeah, the Monarch wanted me to touch up some parts of his study and the house that Manolo missed.”

The henchman breaks into a cold sweat as he sees your perceptive eyes narrowing at his reaction but your gaze softens as you question why you even doubted him.

“Oh right, sorry… I just got worried for a second that you might have gotten hurt.” Your voice wavers slightly, biting down on your lap, “With the Blue Morpho still loose, it just makes me nervous about your well-being, especially considering that one time that the Blue Morpho slipped in and tranquilized both of our bosses.”

Gary relaxed slightly, almost forgetting that the Monarch pulled that stunt in order for them to arch the Doom Factory.

“Hey, if anything happened to me, I would tell you. Plus you’re more at risk than I am considering you’re out with Dr. Mrs. all the time,” Gary attempted to shift the conversation into a light-hearted beat, “Besides, look at me, I’m built like a tank compared to the Monarch and Dr. Mrs. It would take much more than a tiny tranquilizer dart to take me out.” 

A sense of relief rushes through Gary as you grin at his joke, “What do you think would take you out then? Bear tranquilizer?”

Gary lets out a tired chuckle, reaching back to let down his ponytail as he feels sleep slowly approaching, “Mm, that’s probably Samson level. Speaking of which, isn’t he wicked cool?”

You nod, letting out a soft yawn as you reach over to turn off your overhead light, the dim, moody lighting of the fairy lights strung about your room still illuminating your features.

“Super cool, I’ll have to tell you about it tomorrow. Getting sleepy.” You hum, settling into your covers. “You should head to bed too.”

“Alright, I’ll let my m’lady get her beauty rest. Good night.” Gary sighed, reaching to turn off the light.

“Good night. See you tomorrow, m’lord.” You playfully blow the henchman a kiss which he cheesily catches and holds to his heart before you end the call.

As Gary lays in bed, he wonders to himself how much longer he can wait to tell you before sleep overtakes him.

[shunchitaro]

Chishiya x Reader

Genre: Angst Romantic In which Chishiya realizes he is in love with the villain's younger sister. (In this oneshot, only he knows Mira is the Queen of Hearts)

[I suggest playing the song while reading https://youtu.be/q5paJrsIkqg ]

"Y/N Kano"

Chishiya who wasn't even interested in the meeting, had looked up in utter shock; and he wasn't the only one. Did she really just hear that?

"Kano?" He asked, his folded arms moving to his pockets. Mira laughs sweetly, yet the sound is pain to his ears.

"Y/N Kano is my younger sister, everybody." She announced, taking the ropes off of Y/N's wrists letting her free.

He glanced at the younger possible spawn of the evil female. He doesn't know what he feels, but he feels his heart doing somersaults.

He knew who Mira Kano really was. She was one of the Face cards, the Queen of Hearts. He found out when he saw her with a Queen of Hearts card tattooed on back, and when he saw her tucking a Queen of Hearts card safely into a box in her drawer. From there, he had connected the dots. He knew the evil Mira was capable of, and he had all reason to doubt the younger Kano before him.

So why doesn't he feel remorse towards Y/N Kano?

Somehow he managed to become friends with her, he just wanted to be friends with herto see if she too was a face card like her sister.

Or maybe it was because he wanted to get closer to her.

Every time she was around he couldn't focus, everything was a blur to him. He could only focus on her voice, her eyes, her sweet smile and her carefree laugh. He felt his heart beat faster whenever you both had accidental skin contact, or when she offered him hugs.

He knew it was wrong to fall for someone with ties to the Queen of Hearts, but it felt right. Should he make her steal the face card from Mira, so all this could end quickly? Or should he just let it be? He didn't want to betray her, but he didn't want to stay in these games any longer.

She was his chance. So why was he scared of using her like he did to Arisu and Usagi?

"People are just merely there to come to your aid. Everybody dies or will die in the games, not everyone makes it out. Getting attached or falling in love is a waste of time." He remembers telling Kuina.

Yet here he was, unable to stay true to his own words.

He couldn't help it, he felt himself getting attached to Y/N Kano. He felt himself falling for her harder each day. He could feel his heart strings tug, his cheeks ever so warm every time she was near him.

While on the roof sitting, he glanced at his side. She had her head up and her eyes closed. The sunset rays hit her just right, and it was like she was glowing. He thought this cliché thing only happened in the movies; but here he was falling even harder.

He couldn't help but love her, even though he knew he wasn't supposed to. He tried to distance himself hoping the feeling would fade, but no matter what he always ended up right by her side.

He couldn't help but love her, and he knew he had a problem.

"The heart is such a strange organ." He suddenly spoke up and Y/N turns to him focusing all her attention on him, he did his best not to fold at her soft mesmerizing gaze.

"It pumps blood to the body and it's what keeps you alive. Then, the heart also causes so much pain. It makes you feel all your raw emotions. I never liked the heart." He stated, and she laughed softly.

"I disagree, the heart is a fascinating organ" She argued. "The heart is what makes you feel your emotions right? The heart is what is capable of causing you to love." She smiles softly. "Without the heart, you wouldn't feel or fall in love. I want my heart, because I know that it will teach me to love, and to fall in love."

Chishiya Shuntaro's heart beat faster at her words, and he looked away.

If only he could tell her how his heart ached for her how his heart longed for her presence. If only he could tell her how the organ that pumps blood into his veins is the very same one causing him to be capable of loving her.

It was ironic how she was the sister of the Queen of Hearts, because here he was fighting hard in his war of hearts.

He looked her way once more, only to see her already staring at him. The both of them didn't break eye contact, he felt his cheeks grow hot. He watched her smile softly, his eyes drifting to her lips and back to her eyes. "Maybe you're right.. the heart is a fascinating and mysterious organ." He muttered.

He'll let the heart win, this time.

Author's note: I am OBSESSED with Chishiya, and I recently head this song War of Hearts, and I instantly thought of this plot. I also did some research and technically Google says the song is about 'feeling conflicted in the face of a powerful love' and how the song is an anthem for everyone who loves a good forbidden romance' and the description was so fitting for this story, especially with Y/N Kano. Apologies if Chishiya is slightly ooc. I tried my best to keep him the nonchalant carefree cutie he is but he IS capable of emotions anyways, I just try not to make it seem like he's brimming with emotion.

[dw-writes]

Different Life - Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Summary: A wish once whispered about in the arms of your love is granted after a large sacrifice. Genre: Angst/Comfort Warnings: Blood, violence, death first actual demon slayer fic A/N: This was written really quickly at midnight and hasn't been proofread as @lpwrites is my beta for all things and is asleep so please enjoy this. let me know what you think :)

When you joined the Demon Slayer Corps, you didn’t think you would have a long life – there were too many dangerous missions, too many life stealing demons to think you could ever make it even into your twenties. But the twenties came and you became a kanoe, then were eyeballed by one or two hashira to be a tsugoku. You never committed. The man you wished to learn from never requested to train you.

However, he’d always make an excuse to see you – Sanemi needed a kanoe to fill the required number for a mission; Sanemi needed to train with someone capable; Sanemi needed someone to drink with that wasn’t Obanai. The excuses became weaker the closer you two became, until they were gone all together.

In the late nights, the early mornings, after collapsing together from a long night of demon hunting or a long night of enjoying each other’s bodies, you’d whisper about what life would be like after Muzan was defeated.

“We’ll build a house,” Sanemi would murmur against your ear, his fingers trailing up and down your back, his chin nudging your head as he started to kiss a trail down your neck, “Outside the city or some small village. Little farm, just for us.”

“And children?” you’d sigh against his skin, sometimes over his slowly calming heart, sometimes against his neck, other times as you placed gently kisses atop the scar across his cheek.

“At least six,” he’d mumble, rolling you onto your back. You’d stare up at him, a smile stretching across your face. Sanemi would settle between your legs and bury his face into the crook of your neck, the early morning sunlight turning silver in his hair. “Maybe more.”

“And you’ll be helping with them?” you joke.

He’d snort, and sigh, and link his calloused fingers with yours. “Of course I would,” he’d yawn, “Me. I’d rope Genya into it. Fuck, bet we could get the rest of the hashira, too.”

“What a lovely life,” you’d whisper as he slowly relaxed against you.

“Yeah,” he’d whisper back.

They were the many common memories that flashed through your mind as the Ubuyashiki manor exploded; as the infinity castle blossomed around you; as you ran after your crow, sword in hand, searching for Sanemi, for your friends, for Muzan. They were the memories that settled into the forefront of your mind as you joined the battle with Upper Moon One; as the shot from Genya’s gun rang loud in your ears, the bullet whizzing over your shoulder; as you lunged back, into his path as the Upper Moon swung his sword….

The floor was cold as you collapsed, warmth seeping into your skin as you watched the battle. Hands rolled you onto your back, pressed into areas of your body that shouldn’t have been exposed. The familiar face of Genya floated above you, in and out of focus. He was screaming, and then he wasn’t as he collapsed beside you.

You stared forever at the distant ceiling, your blood mixing with Genya’s pooling beside you. He mumbled something. You were sure you said something back.

Gyomei set an unconscious Sanemi at your side. “There is not more I can do for you, my friend,” he stated, his hand brushing your forehead, “Except for give you a chance to speak to him one last time.”

Your head lolled to the side, staring at Sanemi’s peaceful face. You’d seen it hundred of times, both bloody and not. You loved him regardless of how he looked. Your chest hurt as it became harder and harder to breathe. You wished you could touch him, but the only hand you could feel was too heavy.

“Different life,” you managed to wheeze out. Your eyes hurt as your vision blurred, “Lovely life.”

His eyes snapping open was the last thing you saw, his hands the last thing you felt, and his scream the last thing you heard.

In a different life, you sat straight up in bed, gasping, hand flying to your left side to feel the solid flesh. It wasn’t missing – your arm was there, your ribs, your side, it was all intact. You glanced at the clock and groaned as you saw you only had a few more minutes before your alarm went off and swung your legs out of bed.

“No more caffeine late at night,” you mumbled to yourself. You ate breakfast, brushed your teeth, got dressed all while thinking about the dream, trying to commit the details to memory. They kept slipping away the longer you thought of them, until it was a haze of purple and white and pain. You left your apartment and made your way to the elevator at the end of the hall.

Someone was already waiting. You didn’t recognize the white hair or the tall stature, but you also never really left your apartment at that time. You stepped up next to him, and yawned, attempting to give him a polite, “Good morning.”

He looked over with equally tired lavender eyes, a color that made your heart flutter in your throat a bit. They widened, a little more awake, and the man shifted to face you a bit more.

“Morning,” he murmured, “Early start?”

“Just a little,” you answered. You tilted your head the longer you stared at his face – the scars, the white hair with the bangs hanging just so, the tilt of his eyes, the muscles in his shoulders as he stood straighter, it was so achingly familiar, but you knew you had never met the man in your life, and yet you still found yourself asking, “Have we—”

“—met,” came his voice over yours as he asked the same thing. You both shared an awkward laugh, shuffled your feet, looked away, and then back.

You held out your hand and offered him your name.

It wasn’t what he thought you would say – he thought it would be something different, but not far off, as though there was a name he wanted to call you but couldn’t quite remember it. Still, he repeated it to himself, softly, in a way that made your cheeks burn, and he took your hand. “Shinazugawa Sanehiro,” he replied.

“Sanehiro,” you whispered. The name felt similar, not quite the name you thought he’d give you, but almost there. It was embarrassment that heated your face as you quickly corrected yourself, “Shinazugawa.”

He smirked, squeezed your hand, and let it go, “Sanehiro’s fine.”

“Awfully familiar,” you commented.

“And I think you’re awfully familiar, so it’s fine,” he shot back.

The elevator dinged, and the doors open. He stepped in first, glancing back at your stunned expression. “That was smooth,” you finally said as you followed him in. He pressed the button for the ground floor. “Are you free later?”

“Awfully familiar,” he teased, leaning back against the back wall.

You shrugged, and smiled, “I think you’re awfully familiar, Sanehiro.”

[lovefairymina]

"-Laurë, Makalaurë," A gentle, yet familiar voice murmured, causing Maglor's eyes to snap up, and the sight before him shock and disbelief warring over his weary features.

He shook his head, dropping his lyre upon the sand as he stood up abruptly as the waves lapped at the instrument calmly.

For before him was you, his exwife, for how could someone still be in love with a kinslayer like him?

You stood still, waiting for him to come to you, a warm smile on your lips. He could not help but reach for you, for his love for you had never died. As if he was an injured animal, Maglor let out a soft whimper as he approached cautiously. Undeterred, you reached out with your small hand, cupping his cheek as you stood before him, the sea breeze tossing your hair over your shoulder.

"Oh Makalaurë, my love, I'm sorry I'm late," You whispered, brushing your thumb over his pale cheek, tears welling in your eyes at the sight upon his gaunt face, his silver eyes dim with despair and regret.

He shook his head in denial, his salt-flecked eyelashes fluttering, "No, you cannot be here. I cannot let you follow down my path. You must be a dream, a wraith, an apparition, nothing more. Why must your memory torture me so?" Sobs wracked his thin frame as he feel to his knees before you.

Your heart broke at the sight of your husband's defeated figure, at the sound of his heart-wrenching sobs. Closing your eyes, you took a seat on a nearby rock, pulling his head to rest upon your lap as it did all those Ages ago. "Makalaurë, Kanafinwë, my Kano, can you not feel that I am truly here in front of you? Does our bond mean nothing to you anymore?"

Maglor's head shot up in horror as he shook his head furiously in denial, "No, beloved, you must believe me when I say that you mean the world to me. But you cannot be here, the dark path I have walked will only taint you as it has me. I must do everything in my power to stop you from following me."

You sighed, shaking your head as you carded your fingers through his messy locks, "Kano, I am here to bring you home."

"Home?" He warbled, "They will never allow me in Valinor."

"That is not so, my love, for your father and siblings have been reborn and now your family is waiting for you across the sea - I have been waiting for you. I petitioned the Valar everyday so that I may come to get you from across the sea. And now my request has been granted and now I am here," You murmured, leaning down to press your forehead against his, "Come home, my love. It is time to come home. Come home with me."

Looking back and forth between the ocean and you, he hung his head and sulked. “I do yearn for home; to feel the warmth of the air and grass once more without suffering…” His voice drifted off as a tears fell onto the sand. “If you truly say so…t–then, I’all come home.”

[kusagrasskusa]

Kano X Reader - "Unfaithful"

This isn't my best but I feel like I need to get something posted. I have 4 long stories that I'm writing and it's taking way too long so I need to give the public something.

WARNING: Angst, cheating, strong language, depression, all that good stuff. Basically, this story isn't for those who want a good wholesome love story.

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"I held his beat'n heart right in me bloody hand! He cried put for mercy but before he knew it, I made him watch me crush it. And lemme tell ya, blood squirted everywhere!" Kano laughed sadistically as he told his story. He took a shot of Whiskey as the crowd around him laughed and joked among themselves. They were all hanging around a bar, getting shit faced for the hell of it. Kano turned and looked at the smaller girl at his side, smirking. "Why ain't cha drinking, love? This shit's good, ay."

A girl with beautiful E/C eyes and H/L H/C hair turned her head to make eye contact to her fiance. The two had been together for many years now actually, so his question confused her. "My tolerance ain't that great and I don't feel like getting a hangover," she explained softly, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. Kano huffed, rolling his eyes. The guys he was talking to started started talk among themselves, ignoring the couple.

"Quit cha whining baby and just have one shot. It won't leave ya dead," Kano protested as he raised his hand to call over the bartender. A lady with short curly hair and fancy make up walked over, smirking at the gang leader. Kano smirked cockily as he glanced over at Y/N.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully at his persistence as she giggled. "Kano, I—"

"I'll get two shots of [Fav Alcohol], ma'am," Kano ordered, cutting her off. Y/N huffed but smiled at him as he looked over at her again. "You know how to persuade me, hah hah. But only one shot, that's all."

Kano shrugged, wrapped his arm around her and pulling her up against him. Y/N felt her cheeks warm up at the contact. She's been with him for a long while but the feeling of being pressed up against such a handsome guy is still amazing to her as it was the first time. "Alright, alright. Just wantcha to have fun, baby. I love ya, ya know that?" He leaned down, pressing his lips onto her's. She closed her eyes, kissing back romantically before he pulled away.

"I love you too," she replied with a kind smile. The lady, known as Rebecca, brought over two shots and smirked.

"How adorable, you two," Rebecca commented as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Kano chuckled at her as he distributed the shots between him and his fiance. The two clicked glasses before taking the shot, then setting it down on the table with a clink.

Y/N coughed, closing her eyes tightly and shaking her head. "It burns my throat," she said while giggling. Kano laughed loudly at her reactions while he remained unaffected.

"You'll get used to it, love," he snickered. Suddenly, someone taps his shoulder. Kano turned to face the guy, eyebrows furrowed. "Whatcha want? I'm busy, can't ya tell!"

"Boss, we just got a serious report. You might wanna check this out," the guy spoke, motioning towards the exit door. Kano hummed, slowly looking over at Y/N. She just shrugged, smiling at him reassuringly.

"Hmm, alright, alright... well I love ya Y/N, I'll be back soon," Kano said as he stood up and began walking away.

"I love you too baby!" Y/N called out to him before he left. A small smile reappeared on his face as she said that, making her smile more. Y/N sighed, stacking his many shot glasses and her one shot glass on top of each other. A smile remained on her face as she thought back at how he kissed her and held her close. He isn't a fan of PDA at all, but when he's drunk, it's different. He doesn't mind kissing her or telling her how much he loves her as long as he ain't the center of attention.

"How long have you two been together?" A voice called out. Y/N looked up and made eye contact with the bartender, Rebecca, as she wiped down a glass cup.

"Hmm? Oh, 5 years," the E/C eyed girl replied, smiling to herself as she stared at the ring on her finger. "We're engaged now actually."

"Is that so? Didn't think Kano was the kind of guy."

"That's what I thought, heh heh." Y/N giggled to herself as she recalled the memory of the proposal. It was so sweet to see the big tough gang leader be so gentle. How he randomly decided to go someplace peaceful like a lake and talk casually in a low voice. He would ask more personal questions such as how she feels about the relationship and such. He scared the shit out of her when after she said it was going great, he said that he didn't want to be her boyfriend anymore. Right as tears formed in her eyes, he got down on one knee and proposed. He told her he wanted to be her husband instead.

Cliche, isn't it? Whatever, at least it worked. She playfully punched him while laughing and crying at the same time. But he got scolded later for scaring her like that. Once they got home, they slept in the same bed. To be honest, they rarely ever did sleep together. Kano always gone and Y/N's a bit too worried to risk coming with him to his adventures, depending on what they are. They maybe cuddled here and there and both fell asleep like that, however they didn't always spend that much alone time together. Surprisingly, Kano respected her rather than leave her and see different women, since it’s not like he’d be able to settle time. Y/N respected his work and loved his despite his constant absence.

Anyways, just two hours later, Y/N was still at the bar without Kano. "Alright, Rebecca, I suppose I'll see you another day," she spoke as she stood up from her stool. She was just on her phone the whole time, nothing interesting happening, and occasionally speaking to Rebecca.

"Alrighy honey," she replied as she took a wipe and started to clean the counter top. "I'll let Kano know you left if he comes back."

Y/N smiled at the waiter before saying bye and walking away with a smile. But as soon as she stepped outside the bar, her smile disappeared. A large number of men, all drunk, surrounding the area and getting inside fights being loud, and such. Usually Kano would walk her, but without him she started to feel really anxious. Not only that, but what took him so long? Whatever happened must have been serious, since usually he would be able to at least text her. She just hoped everything was alright- and she especially hoped she would be alright navigating through this sea of drunken men.

Just 20 minutes later, a loud sigh came from Y/N's lips as she made her way into her and her fiance's home. Not that he really uses it- he always sleeps in his base, probably in his office, because of how much work he has to do. He can't even afford a 15 minute car ride to and from their house because once he wakes up, he needs to eat and be ready immediately for whatever the day brings him.

Or, this is how it's been recently especially. They used to practically be inseparable but work started to get the better of him. But it was still really nice for him to bring her out to places! He clearly still loved her and he said many times how he wished things could go back to what they were before things got harder to handle. Y/N sighed to herself as she took off her shoes at the front door and walked into her bedroom, rubbing her eyes. Her heart hurt a little bit from not being around her man after he had to leave urgently, but she understood why he had to leave.

Stepping into her room, she looked over at the door connected to it. The house had a secret office, one that Kano used to use all the time before things got more serious. There was a glow from the cracked office door actually- Y/N didn’t notice whenever she first walked in though. She was so tired, looking at the clock to find it to be 1:12am, but oh well. She got to spend most of the day with her baby, right? She was grateful for that! As she hung her coat up by her closet, she heard the faintest rolling of a chair, followed by a knock on the floor.

Within a second, a gun was in her hand and aimed at the office door in the bedroom. “Just when he’s gone-“ Y/N mouthed, without actually saying anything. Some retard must think they could get the secrets of the gang leader, but fuck were they wrong! Y/N slowly stepped over to the door, and within a second, swung it open with the hun aimed at the two bodies in the room. “Don’t move!”

The two bodies froze. A large body on top of a smaller, more feminime one on the floor, the glow of the computer screen giving just enough light to see that. Or, just enough light to see who the top body was.

Y/N froze, her arm going limp for a moment. “Kano?” Kano was silent, then chuckled as he sat up off of the woman below him. The glow from the computer hit his face just right- reflecting off the metal eye he had revealing the other half of his face. He was shirtless and his pants undone, with the woman below him naked. Y/N tried to hold the gun up but the growing pit in her stomach made her slowly drop it, much to her displeasure. But she was helpless against it.

“Y/N, I thought you were waiting for me at the bar,” he said casually, but in a way that Y/N can recognize as him being nervous, guilty, but pretending he isn’t feeling those ways. “Why are you here?”

It took like 5 seconds before Y/N’s gun was in the air again, aimed at the woman below her fiancé, and the trigger pulled. The wide eyed look from the girl below him would stick in Y/N’s mind, but not as a look to think about guilt fully, but to be remembered as a face she’ll hate for the rest of her life. Blood splattered against the floor and walls, and especially Kano who angrily stood up as a result. He was reaching for his knife but stopped at Y/N’s gun pointed at him next.

“What am I doing here!!” Y/N screamed back. “You come to my home to fuck another girl? What for you son of a bitch!” Y/N felt tears threaten to fall, but she was too pissed to let them fall just like that. “I bet you feel real stupid now, dumb fuck. Leave me at a bar for 2 hours and expecting me not to show up!” Kano rolled his eyes.

“Things have been different for us recently, and you just weren’t gonna cut it anymore. I gotta adapt to what I’m giving,” Kano hissed back as if he was the victim. Pathetic move. “Now you got blood all over me office and you expect me to love you back? You’re a crazy bitch, ay.”

Y/N pressed her finger down on the trigger enough to where any amount of extra force would kill the asshole before he could blink. “Why fuck with a crazy bitch, Kano? Huh!! How the fuck would are you gonna justify this!” She screamed, crying now. She wiped away a tear, Kano growing nervous over what she might do. He’s never seen her like this before- not thinking straight and screaming. She’s been very good at planning murders and schemes raher than being the one to thoughtlessly threaten and commit murder.

“You’re a sad son of a bitch, Kano. Take your fucking ring back and leave before I do something we’ll both regret!” She cried, aiming the gun shakingly at her ex-fiancé. Kano glared but didn’t reply, just putting his hands up and slowly walking out of the room with Y/N stepping out of the way for him to go past. She held him at gunpoint the entire way out of the home, then right at the end, she took the ring off and threw it to the ground. Kano flinched when a bullet shot at the ring, a little unnecessary but proof that she was serious about them splitting.

“You’re gonna fucken regret leaving me, Y/N,” Kano threatened, slowly walking away from the front door. Y/N just shut the door without replying, since she knew she was right. She knew she had to leave the house as soon as possible. Leave the country as soon as possible. She was a tough girl and a smart one too, but if she ends up on the Black Dragon hit list, she’s screwed. Not only that, but her heart was broken.

Her chest felt something her mind couldn’t understand. Her heart felt a pressure that was too overwhelming for her body to interpret. As she shut the door, she immediately dropped the gun and stared wide eyed at the wall, blankly. Her mouth was open and her breathing was so restricted by her intense emotions, her head felt light and her heart seemed to pound harder in her chest as it desperately tried to understand the feeling.

Heartbreak.

“Aaaaahhhhhh!!!” Y/N dropped to her knees and screamed, her eyes shut closed as the tears overwhelmingly fell out of her eyes. She held her chest as she sunk over, crying harder than she ever had in her entire life. “I hate- I can’t- Aaahhh, fuck!” She tried to cry out, but she just had so much to say as her heart began to fill with the worthless feeling, jealousy, hatred, self-hatred, and depression that was so soul crushing on her body that she couldn’t even think about getting up. She hicupped and cried for hours on that floor, wallowing in her self-pity and hate.

“I hate myself,” she cried out as the sun began to peek out from the windowsill 5 hours later. Morning came and the poor girl was exhausted and her face covered in dried tears. Her body felt just so, so weak- and yet she couldn’t find a will to move. She hated herself. Why? Why did the Elder Gods decide to do this to her? Perhaps she really did deserve it, and maybe it really was her fault. Maybe if she drank with him earlier, or tried to spend more time with him. Fight alongside him in his adventures even if he protested, to show him that she really did care. If only she never caused any arguments and just agreed with him everytime he started an argument. If only she hugged and kissed him more, anything, so she wouldn’t have to leave the country and leave her life behind. Her perfect life with her evil prince by her side. But perhaps it wasn’t meant to be.

She had nothing else left to do then just put up her things and run away, unless she decided life isn’t worth living anymore. Who is she gonna run off to? The government? She has no job experience since she worked for the Black Dragon her whole life, so where is she going to go? Fuck, Kano was so right. She regrets leaving him.

She fell asleep on the floor after a few thoughts later, her body finally being given peace. She slept for a good hour or two before she woke up again, almost forgetting everything that had happened hours earlier. The light from the kitchen window hit her eyes, making her groan softly before getting up. She felt so weak and empty inside, and her mind just wouldn’t work. No thoughts ran through her head as he walked to her bedroom and pulled out a suitcase to put her clothes in. The only things she could think was, “Take it,” and “leave it.”

She drug her suitcase outside and to her car, where she paused to examine for a moment. “Kano” was carved on the hood, sides, along with varies of insults. The windshield was shattered along with the back windows. It was a pretty nice Lincoln Navigator from 2015, but it was now so destroyed and unrecognizable that she probably wouldn’t be able to drive it to the airport if she wanted to. She felt her heart drop as she read these name of the love of her life, and quickly was boiling with anger. “Why would you destroy my fucking vehicle if you wanted me gone, you fucking asshole,” she mumbled to herself as she set her suitcase in the passenger seat and got in the driver’s seat. She started the car, which surprisingly worked just fine. She would have smiled if she didn’t have to clean all the broken glass off of her car before she could drive safely first.

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Giving the Special Forces all the info they could need about the Black Dragon felt like the best revenge Y/N could have ever done. She was handcuffed to the table as she was surrounded by varies Earthrealm warriors who Kano had bad relations with, especially Sonya. Sonya had just been deemed general and the god of Lightning stood behind her. Sonya’s husband sat down at the table, asking the questions as Sonya wrote down everything that was being said. Kenshi was present as well, looking deep into Y/N’s mind and searching for additional answers that they may find useful. Days of questioning had past and everything they could know was finally given to them.

“Well, Miss L/N, we thank you very much for giving us all this info,” said Cage calmly yet seriously. “But I must ask. Why tell us?” The burning question everyone has been wanting to know, save for Kenshi. “Surely it wasn’t because you felt bad about all the things happening to our revenant friends.” Y/N gulped, glancing over to Raiden. She didn’t know all the history between him and Kano and whatever, but she knew he was probably the most affected by al the revenants than anyone else.

“Um, it’s… sort of personal,” Y/N replied quietly, knowing this isn’t the response they’d want to hear. “I don’t know anything about the revenants personally, only that Kano worked with Quan Chi and whatever. I don’t care about them, and I’ve been able to plan things against them during their life for Kano. I didn’t tell you out of the goodness of my heart however, and why I did isn’t important,” Y/N finished in a serious matter. Sonya glared and went to open her mouth, but Kenshi waved his arm to signal for her not to question. Cage hummed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat.

“Huh… if you’re telling the truth, well, I guess we have no more use for you. What should we do with her?” Cage looked around for everyone’s answer, while Y/N just looked down at the table in front of her. She didn’t show it, but saying Kano’s name was hard. She felt a pain in her chest for each syllable she had to say in his name, and thinking of it put her in a daydream until they finally decided what to do with her.

Kenshi spoke up, saying, “we’ll keep you on base here, Miss L/N, until further notice.” Y/N nodded and let them take her away- into a cell on the other side of the base where she’ll be staying until she would, more than likely, executed.

“So, do you know why she told us?” Sonya asked Kenshi, crossing her arms. Cage listened in, interested as well.

“As of recent, she was his fiancé. She was cheated on and shot the girl Kano was with,” Kenshi replied. Sonya scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“I remember him doing something like that to me,” she spoke in annoyed tone. “Before the tournament, he worked with us at the SS during our investigation on the Black Dragon and gave us a run around. He was all flirty with me and just when I started to really like it, he betrayed me. Us.”

“Sounds like you miss the guy still,” Cage joked in a serious tone. Sonya scoffed and rolled her eyes, making a disgusted face.

“I’d rather die, and plus,” she started, smiling now. “I already I got my annoying man in my life, and soon, he’s gonna be a father.”

You wanna know what sucks even more about Y/N’s situation? Kano was about to be, too. Y/N didn’t even know it, but whenever she misses her next period, it’s gonna be even more devastating.